#canute smut

[dejwrld]

⤷‧₊˚ he was not like any other king you had ever seen before, and you couldn't help but become interested in him. little did you know, he was equally curious about you.

┊ •° ੈ ⋆° ┊ warning readers discretion is advised — female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, written with black reader in mind, mentions of reader knowing canute's sister, let's say reader is a princess idc, sobs i just wanted to write royalty, canute really don’t want reader to get married at all, virginity lost, mentions of blood, slight soft canute, soft canute, breeding kink, // minors dni

sticky note from deja — ( dedicated to @diorsbrando )

King Canute always piqued your curiosity. When he returned home, you remembered how it felt like the wind knocked out your lungs when he walked by you. You were completely breathless at the sight of him. You’ve only heard stories about him. Rumors, and folktales for children to imagine that they’ll be rulers like him. You knew that you would never even have the grace to be fully in his presence. You were merely a princess here under protection in exchange for the best resources your country could offer.

Canute probably didn’t even know your name if you were going, to be honest with yourself. Although, you spent a lot of time with Estrid—even so you doubt she would blabber on to her brother about friends she has made during his absence.

But you were completely wrong, Canute actually did know your name. He actually did notice you within the castle that was protected by his men. You didn’t know until one late evening as you were sipping on tea alone and reading some book you found. Canute thought everyone was sound asleep until he saw you sipping on tea that a servant made before heading to bed. You sipped in silence as he helped himself to the same tea the servant made, it still was hot and full of flavor to help bring comfort.

“You’re up quite late don’t you think?” Canute’s brash voice brought you out of the book your eyes were glued on reading by the little lamp near you.

You watch as he brought the cup up to his lips. His blue eyes scan over your face waiting for an answer.

“I can’t sleep, so I usually read until I grow tired,” You lift the book to show him. “Despite me reading this book many times.” You chuckle to yourself and sipped the last droplets of tea out of your cup. You closed the book and stood up, respectfully bowing in Canute’s presence.

“I should head to bed though. Estrid has something planned for us tomorrow.” You flash him a grin before turning to make your exit, but his words stop you.

“I have more books if you’re curious to read some more.”

You pull the book to your chest as if he’ll take it from you and you shake your head. “Your Highness, I can’t do that. You’ve done so much for me by letting me stay here for protection—I’ll feel like I’m intruding.” You pause not sure to finish the last part of your sentence, afraid that’ll it come off offensive or disrespectful.

“Plus, what would someone think if they saw me leaving your chambers with a book that belongs to you.” You shudder at the thought of the consequences of that. “I appreciate your gratitude, your highness-“

“I’m the King of England, anyone who has anything to say can say to me.” His arms crossed over his chest before he’s stepping by you. “It’s okay.”

Your lips form a straight line and you couldn’t argue against the king’s words. Especially since someone could come in and hear that you defined him. How dare you decline such an offer from King Canute. You followed behind through the dimly lit halls not wanting to talk much because for one.) everyone was sleeping and two.) anyone that was up could hear you and wonder why a woman like you were up so late. You’ve never graced so far away from where your own chambers were, let alone so close to where the King’s was at.

The two guards that stood outside his chambers head was held high seeing Canute but one of them eyes narrowed at the sight of you behind Canute clutching the book to your chest. Your eyes averted down in embarrassment at the pending rumors that can circulate around the castle before afternoon tea with Estrid. However, you took note of how Canute pushed open the door of his chambers and he stepped a side to let you enter first.

Most likely ensuring his guards don’t speak a word of the quite scandalous thing unfolding. A mere princess going into the bed chambers of the King of England. If your mother was here you would be able to feel the daggers of her glare stabbing at your back with each step you took further inside his chambers. You can hear her voice now about how unladylike it was to be doing this. But after all, you were only here to see what books he had and then quickly make your way back to your own bed chambers to rest.

But you were so wrong. You didn’t go back to your chambers, instead forty five minutes have passed and you were sitting in a chair across from Canute talking. At first it was about books. He mentioned to you that he always noticed you had your head inside a book, which you pointed out that it was the only thing you can do if you didn’t want to be follow Estrid around on whatever shenanigans she wanted to do. Then you talked about your childhood, well it was more so you mainly talked about your country and how you were raised.

Canute’s gaze made you feel warm. A good kind of warm though. A gaze that made you feel like you were sitting next to a well lit fire after being out in the winter cold. You still couldn’t read him just as much as he could read you within these minutes of you talking, but you were okay with that. A King shouldn’t let his guard down so easily, especially if it would be a time where someone could backstab him easily.

“That still don’t explain why you’re not married? Your family decided to send you away instead of keeping you close.” Canute thumbs at his lip as his head fell back to be back with the wooden back of the chair he was in.

“They’re just searching for the right suitors but war got in the way of that. My mom hoping that I’ll find someone here, but I highly doubt so—despite that it’ll help my family greatly with allies and connections.” You smoothed out your dress before soon meeting Canute’s eyes.

You wanted to know what was on his mind.

“And why don’t you think so?” Canute’s head tilt slightly and his eyebrows raised at you.

“I don’t really put myself out there your highness as much as I should. I have shooed a lot of people Estrid have introduced me to away,” You honestly answered. “It doesn’t feel right.”

“I mean, I’m aware that a lot of marriages are considered political moves to be on top. So, I will just do what I have to do to ensure my family is okay,” You give him a grin before going back to flipping the pages in the book in front of you.

A sudden silence overcame you two, you assumed Canute was processing what you were saying. You were aware that if push come to shove, him as the King have to possibly marry a beautiful noble woman to solidify a country he wanted to control. Plus every King needs a heir to the throne, right?

“If you don’t want to marry someone for political gain, I think you shouldn’t.” Canute answered truthfully before you could catch his gaze that’s been drilling a hole in you, his eyes looks down at the book he’s been attempting to read. He just can’t when someone as elegant as you were sitting in front of you.

“Of course you can say that your highness. But I can’t defy my family, they’re depending on me to return married and with something that benefit my bloodline.” You answered truthfully.

There that silence waved over the pair again. You went back to scheming over the mountains of books in his room figuring out which ones you wanted to take back to your room. You found two you were interesting in reading and pulled it from the pile.

“No, I’m saying as King I can ensure you’ll only get married until you’re ready and with someone you want.” Canute corrected.

You wanted to say that he was joking, but you haven’t seen the king crack a smile yet. Plus his tone was assertive—demanding. As if you couldn’t even argue against what he said, his words were final.

“Your highness, you can’t-“ You stooled mid sentence to correct yourself because who were you to tell the King of England what he can and can’t do. “You do not have to do that, it is my duty that was placed upon me and I have to do it. Think how bizarre it’ll be for me to decline a proposal and what will I say? The King said no?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know what the people will say?” You leaned forward. “They’ll chalk it off as the King just having a woman to warm his bed, but they’ll probably think I’m trying to become Queen in some conniving way.”

He pushes his chair closer towards your end of the small table you sat at. “Then let them think that and if they have a problem with it, I’ll have their tongue.”

“Your highness.”

“Canute.”

Your eyes looked at him wondering where this was coming from. “Canute, this will complicate some things.”

You didn’t even notice that he moved closer. Your faces are just inches apart, so close to your soft pillowy lips being on his. “Then let it.” He leans in and places a kiss on your lips.

You wanted to panic as you jumped back after his lips kissed yours. Your eyes darted to the door where the guards were standing to protect their King.

“Just ignore them, not like they can barge in here without permission.” His rough hands collected yours and you felt the pad of his thumb on the back of his hand.

With that your closing your eyes to kiss him. You’ve only kissed two boys before. One when you were twelve and another when you were only seventeen. Both were mere memories you couldn’t fully remember, but you knew that this was better. The intense kiss from the King of England left you breathless as you grasped at the thin fabric of his shirt attempting to bring him closer. It didn’t take much for Canute to tug you on his lap, your dress hiking up as your legs were on each side of his thighs. Your fingers tangle in his blonde hair gaining a whimper from him. If you concentrated hard enough you could feel his cock growing within his trousers.

When you tugged away after pecking his lips once more, you couldn’t believe that you two just did this. You never went beyond this but you could feel the warmth in between your thighs that you could help but roll your hips upon Canute’s lap as if you were in heat. Canute picks you up and places you on the bed in the corner of the room. He pulls the shirt over his hand throwing it to the ground and he leans over to help discard you of your clothing. From the dress you borrowed from Estrid to the undergarments that you felt embarrassed that he was seeing you in.

You were still in your mind that this will complicate everything. You can get married and if your future husband figures you weren’t pure, what would he think. Would you not be worthy of marriage anymore?

Your arm snakes around your bare body as you sat on your knees to stare up at Canute. With just the dimly lit candle giving the both of you light—he looked stunning in this manner. His blonde hair fell in his face. His bare chest was toned from the endless training and dueling.

“Let me see you, Y/N,” Canute says as he toys with the strings that were holding up his trousers that were barely containing the bulge of need for you.

Your skin heated immediately at his words as you slowly removed your arms around your naked body. Your skin is garnished with goosebumps feeling the slight breeze that swirled around Canute's chambers. The bed sinks due to Canute's weight and as your body is being pushed down so the warmth of fur that was placed neatly on the bed engulfed your body. The softness of the fur kissed your skin as minutes went by of heated kisses and spit being swapped. Your body tensed up at the feeling of Canute lining himself up with your drooling entrance. Your breath hitched in your throat before letting out a breathy sigh.

"Just relax," Canute says through pecks on your neck.

For some reason, those subtle pecks calmed the tumultuous thoughts that swam around your mind. They were so loud until Canute's lips kissed your skin. As if he locked them thoughts away for you because they bothered you. The piercing pain of him pushing his cock inside you made you grasp upon the first thing you could. His strong forearms being it as your nails punctured at his skin and your eyes instantly closed. In the moment of your eyes closing and the only thing you can see is pure darkness, you were counting down the seconds to bypass the pain.

Canute's light-colored eyes stared down at you, his hips halting from moving forward just because he didn't want to hurt you. You were too precious to go through this pain.

"Look at me, Y/N."

With a tear decorating your lash line the sight you saw when you opened your eyes made you feel all warm inside all over again. Your felt butterflies replace the sharp feeling of his cock sliding in you bit by bit. Your teeth nibbled down on your lower lip bracing yourself physically for more of what he was giving out.

"I can stop. You—"

"No, please continue." You interrupt your head lifts from the pillow below you and lean in to kiss him.

Canute meets you halfway gracefully, willingly. Entrapping your lips with his so greedily that he didn't want it to end. Through the kiss, his hips moved forward slowly until finally, he bottomed down inside of you. Your fingers clutched so tightly that it was beginning to draw blood from his pale skin. Your eyes couldn't help but invert in between the space of your naked bodies. Once again feeling embarrassed by the blood that stained the sheets.

Canute's finger grasped upon your chin to shift your head to look at him. Your eyes were trapped in a trance with Canute's and soon the sharp feeling between your thighs turned into pleasure. Your lips gasped apart to croak out a moan just in time for the last couple of strokes Canute put in. His fingertips dance alongside your thighs as he eagerly pushes them apart to be closer to you. The sweet tune of your moans is like music to him that he would adore waking up to in the morning instead of the annoying plans of conquering another piece of land.

To you, Canute was taking something so precious away from you. Something that should have been given to your husband. He was your first. This moment is bound to imprint on your brain until you leave, until you're married, have kids, and so on. But the thing is, you were Canute's first also. Granted, it wasn't anyone's business who the King fucks and fondles. But, Canute didn't have time for that—maybe he was overthinking that being a factor of falling down the same road of his wicked father that haunts him today.

On some lonely evenings, Canute felt like he was suffocating from his own power. Day by day he gains more power and he realized that it'll get lonely on top. So, the soft comfort coming from you calmed him for some reason. The sound of his father's cruel voices in his head silenced each time he looked at you from afar and now as he bucked his hips forward slowly. His breathing hitched in his throat due to the feeling of you clutching around him wonderfully. Your name flies off his tongue like a foreign word and you enjoyed every second of it.

Your back arches off the bed when the pace of Canute's thrusting slowly increases. It wasn't too much to cause more pain from clawing in between your thighs, but it was enough to have you moaning and tugging him closer to your sweated-coated body. Your legs lock around his waist in the sense that you were afraid if you let go this moment would stop. Your moans echoed in his ear as his lips kissed and bite on your neck.

"You're making your King feel so amazing," His words send a chill down your spine so intense, you felt your cunt pulse around his cock.

Hearing those words causes a pit of fire to light in the pit of your stomach. Your hips slowly buck upward for more of the pleasurable feeling that this was giving. You knew the King had ears and eyes everywhere, but you wouldn't suspect him of being a mind reader too. As if he read your mind that you were unraveling below his strong body he teases you just enough to cause your body to vibrate in a fit of orgasms. Your thighs quiver while his hips gravitate forward completely making love to you through the foreign feeling you felt at the moment. It didn't take long for him to follow suit with you. Not wasting the time of cumming inside of you. His thrusting grew as sloppy as the mess in between your thighs. His cum coated his own cock as he greedily thrust inside you some more ensuring his cum doesn't leak out of you.

With Canute back hitting the bed next to you, the two of you were silent. Your limbs felt numb and your heart bounces around your chest like it is trying to escape. You rolled over and placed your head on his chest before looking up at him, admiring his exhausted face. "I should get something to clean us up." You lift up slowly but Canute gently tugs you back down.

If you were being honest, you wanted to make an escape.

"As your King, I want you to lay down and rest." His eyes flutter open to look down at you.

You chuckle at his words. "Ah, the tired King is going to tell me what to do." Sarcasm oozes from your tone. "Get some rest," You move closer and peck the corner of his lips innocently.

Just enough to tease him and have you gracefully bless his dreams.

As drowsiness wavered over the naked King next to you. You couldn't help but rush to gather your clothes. Your body ached from head to toe and you were surely going to cherish the warm bath in the morning. However, you rather be safe and sound in your own chambers than have to explain to anyone why you were in King Canute's bed chambers so early. You blew the candle that was the minimal light for the two of you during your sexual actions out. Just as you were about to make your exit, you could hear Canute's faded words.

"Be my Queen, Y/N."

[doppopoppo]

ROYAL COUPLE (nsfw)

TS!King Canute x F!Reader

|| Warnings : cum play, mentions of breeding kink, voyeurism (?) ||

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Most people had misconceptions about the current king and queen of Denmark and England. Rightfully so of course given tradition surround royal couples.

King Canute does not allow any other men to lay his eyes or paws on his Queen. Women as well, unless they're helping her to take a bath and get clothed. Otherwise, no, paws off. All intimacy and lovemaking remain for his own pleasures. Vice versa for the Queen. Her Kings only for her pleasures.

The Queen was not there as an object to pleasure her husband, but rather each of them chased the idea of the other experiencing bliss and euphoria. In the years they've been together, intimate sessions continued until both needs were satiated.

Early morning, the two admittedly decided to ignore their important royal duties. How rude it would be to cut their session from last night short. During this early time of day, the Queen tends to rather feel vulnerable and and weak. Through given consent, she tends to let her husband have his way with her if he so desires to. And today, he so desires her very much.

His usual place is to cum inside her, feeding off his need to breed heirs into his Queen, though today he wanted to see her painted with bits of him all over. He pulled out, eliciting a whimper from his wife below him. With a low groan, he came all over her supple chest. His wife shivered from excitement to be covered in her husband's love as it was quite rare.

Feeling rather dazed from the sleep that's still evident in his eyes, he mindlessly swirled the cum around her nipples. He collected some cum onto his middle and ring finger, same finger that held his wedding ring, and found her aching hole that remained unsatisfied. His wife softly began grinding, wanting more friction. He swooped his down and circled his tongue around one of her nipples. Tasting himself in the process, but the idea and action of it made them both moan from pleasure. He lapped more of his cum on her chest, sucking as if he was feeding. This alone caused his wife to reach her first high for the day.

For now, they both knew they had to attend to their daily responsibilities.

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Hello hello, it's been A WHILE! Who knows if I'll be consistent but VS Def inspired me to write a few pieces. I mean come on, some of these guys are just so adorable yet manly! 😍 not entirely sure if I'll take requests as I didn't finish some last time. BUT I do know there's a lack of Vinland writers on here, SO if my inbox or this gets enough people asking for requests, I'll open it up :)

[phenomenal1500]

~His Wild Bull~

Masterlist A/N: This was requested by DEVILHORNS on Wattpad. I hope you love it! ♥️ Let me know if anyone enjoys this OC and want a fan fiction out of this. I also will be taking a break from the smut for now. I'm so sorry for the once who requested anything with smut over the past few months. I won't be writing them anymore. I found out they take me so much time and the joy in writing them is long gone, it's way too frustrating. I perhaps will eventually take smut requests again, but for now the only smut that will come out is from myself if I ever feel like it.  Summary: Harald is surprised by his wife taking control. Timeline: Harald as the new king of Norway. Pairing: Harald Sigurdsson x Fem!OC Warning: Detailed smut, dick riding, dom/sub.

From a distance Harald let his eyes wander off to the gorgeous woman found on the other side of the feasthall, his gorgeous woman. Thyra was the only daughter of King Canute. A strong blue eyed, black haired woman born and raised to be a great queen to her people someday.

The moment he learned about her existence and her still unwedded status, he proposed to fill in the roll of husband and king.... but only once they build a connection to know what they were getting into of course.

He didn't want to instantly overwhelm her with the thought of marriage and he did have the need to get to know her first as well. However, after their first evening spend together watching the stars reflect into the ocean, he knew he was falling in love already and she had to admit she was too.

"Harald?" Thyra had slowly walked his way after her conversation ended and took his hand in hers.

"Yes?" He smiled sweetly and took her other hand too, noticing she was looking tired.

"Could we perhaps go to our room?" She rubbed her eyes with her free hand after she let go of one of his, yawning a bit too.

"Tired, my love?" He smiled and sneaked his arm around her waist.

"Yes." She nodded and he smiled.

"Come on then, my queen." He laid his hand on the small of her back and led her to their newly shared bedroom.

"Thank you, Harald." She smiled and followed sleepily, but something he didn't know yet was that it was all part of an act.

If he had been paying a little closer attention to her, she knew he would've probably figured out what she truly wanted within one look, but she also knew that if there was something involving her he would never question it and make sure she was comfortable at any cost. That's why she took advantage of that opportunity.

"You want me to stay with you while you rest?"

"Yes, I would love that." She smiled and casually dropped her fur cloak and her dress from her shoulders, letting it pool around her feet as she looked up at him. "That would make me feel at ease."

He nodded, but didn't meet her gaze. He was too busy taking her beautiful bare body in, but she unfortunately didn't give her husband much time to admire her. She turned around within a few seconds and acted like she was busy with the sheets. She needed to hold her position, keep her sneaky lie around for a little while longer as she very slowly moved onto the bed.

She tried to be so so innocent about everything, but he already knew what she wanted the moment she didn't let him see her face anymore.

"There's something else you need from me first, don't you~?" He growled lowly and took a step closer. "You aren't tired~."

"I was tired of the feast, but not too tired to have a long night with just my husband~." She giggled a little and felt his strong arms wrap around her slender waist, his chest pressed firmly against her back now.

"Why didn't you tell me before, my queen? I'm happy to take care of her when she needs me." He confessed and pulled her from their bed, kissing her neck gently as his hands massaged her hips soothingly.

"Even so- that's not what she currently needs from you~." She turned around in his embrace and all of a sudden pushed him onto the now already messy bed. "She wants to take care of you this time."

"Me?" He smirked, caught by surprise when before he knew it his back hit the soft bed beneath him.

"Yes. You." She rubbed his thigh close to his cock and unlaced his pants with her other hand. "So lay back and let me, my king. I'm certain you won't regret it." She pushed up his shirt as well. 

Harald nodded with a wide grin, but first helped her strip him from his armor before he obediently laid back down against the headboard and watched her elegantly straddle him.

 "You're so gorgeous. You're everything I could ever wish for." His hands instantly went back to her sides to caress her and she bend down to connect her lips with his, grinding her hips against his with lust. She needed him to know she wasn't playing around so the kiss wasn't as soft or gentle as usual. Instead, it was filled with lust and dominance and she adored it how quickly he switched to giving her full control. 

She loved being nasty with him for once, to show him he didn't always have to be gentle with her and that she too had a wild side he could admire. It surely wasn't as if he didn't enjoy her like that either. He was taken back by her sudden boost of confidence, yes, but he honestly couldn't wait for more....

His cock was already rock hard and throbbing, the control his woman showed him freeing a glimpse of desperation in his behaviour.

He needed to feel her.

All of her.

But he really, really tried to hold back. She was in charge, not him, and he wanted to give her the opportunity to fully have that control she urged for. 

His loving eyes looked up when he let his fingers dance across the soft skin of her thighs, meeting Thyra's ice blue eyes, and he could see a small smirk appear from her lips when she noticed his thick cock twitching.

She knew he couldn't wait much longer and honestly neither could she. 

Within one quick motion she instantly mounted him, a long moan escaping from her mouth while she felt herself stretch around him. "He fills me up so well~." Thyra added softly, but tried to control herself and grind her hips right away once again. 

She couldn't let the pleasure get ahold of her yet, not with the ideas she had in mind for them.

Taking every inch of him the best she could, a hot and pleasurable flame washed over her as she rode him at a steady fast pace. A rough pace she always wished to ride him in. 

"Oh gods~ my love~." Harald growled lowly and his hips thrusted deeper inside of her everytime she rocked her hips. 

"I~ I know~." She moaned in response, too busy making them feel good to form full sentences anymore. His cock just simply made her feel so heavenly and him fully pressing inside with each thrust specially timed to match her riding was way too pleasureable. His thrusts truly created a perfect harmony between the two lovers and the time of soft dirty talking slowly came to a full stop. They weren't capable of doing so anymore and whenever they tried to whisper sweet or nasty nothings in each other's ears all their words came out as sloppy moans and whines. 

Thyra let her hands run over Harald's sweaty chest and he groaned, sitting up more to kiss the top of her breasts and leave some bite marks to show off she was forever his. 

"Mmm~ I love you, Harald." She giggled softly at his actions and suddenly moaned his name louder again when he shoved his cock even further inside of her to hit that deep spot, making her walls squeeze him as she came hard. 

She was so tight and warm, so inviting. 

The handsome man growled and followed her quickly by the tightness of her walls wrapping around him, holding her down on him as he felt the heat of his release fill her. "I love you too, ketta~." He whispered and very gently put a stroke of hair behind her ear, watching her as she tried to relax while the enchanted feeling in her abdomen was still lingering around. "You're doing okay?''

"Perfectly okay." She smiled and let her body rest against his, embracing his neck as she rested her face in the crook of his neck, his hands wrapping around her lower back to hold her too. 

"My wild bull." He smiled, kissing her shoulder.

[halaxia]

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Shota Aizawa

Hawks/Keigo

Hitoshi Shinso

Deku/Izuku Midoriya

Hanta Sero

Mezu Shoji

Tsuyu Asui

Kyoka Jiro

Mina Ashido

Eijiro Kirishima

FatGum

Haikyuu

Shoyo Hinata

Kenma Kozume

Testurou Kuro

Coach Ukai

Koushi Sagawara

Yū Nishinoya

Asahi Azumane

Keiji Akaashi

Yaku Morisuke

No Guns Life

Juzo Inui

Magi: the labyrinth of magic

Alibaba

Margiana/Marg

Sinbad

Ja'far

Masrur

Sharkkan

Judal

Spartos

Magi: The Adventures of Sinbad

Sinbad

Mystras Leoxses

Vittel

Yunan

Helluva boss

Blitzø

Loona

Stolas

Octavia

Verosika

Stranger things (specify season)

Robin Buckley

Gareth Emerson

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Hunter X Hunter

Gon Freecs

Killua Zoldyck

Illumi Zoldyck

Shalnark

Chrollo Lucifer

Kurapika

Leorio

Kite

Ging

K Project

Misaki Yata

Mikoto Suoh

Yashiro Isana

Oshi no ko

Aqua/Aquamarine Hoshino

MushiShi

Ginko

The Case Study of Vanitas

Vanitas

Noé

Roland

The Great Pretender

Makoto Edamura

Laurent Theirry

Abby/Abigail

Vinland saga

Canute (season one and two)

Thofinn (season one and two)

Enar

Snake

BNA: brand new animal

Shirou Ogami

Soul Eater

Black Star

Soul

Death the Kid

Demon Slayer

Tanjiro Kamado Inosuke Hashibira Genya Shinazugawa Giyu Tomioka Kyōjurō Rengoku Tengen Uzui

Hotaru Haganezuka

Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead

Akira Tendo Kenichiro Ryuzaki Higurashi Kanta Shizuka Mikazuki

Wind Breaker

Jo Togame Haruka Sakura Hajime Umemiya Hayato Suō Kyōtarō Sugishita Akihiko Nirei

Death Note

L Lawliet Light Yagami Touta Matsuda

Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi

Namari Laios Marcille Shenshi Chilchuck Kabru

Jujutsu Kaisen

Gojo Satoru

Geto Sugurh

Kento Nanami

Megumi Fushiguro

Nabara Kugisaki

Yuji Itadori

Maki Zenin

Toge Inunaki

Yuta Okkostu

Ino Takuma

[introverted-imagineer]

Triumph and Tribulations

Part 14

Warnings: Death, Violence, Language, Smut, Slavery Themes

‘God has a plan for you’. That’s what they preached. The irony of it all is when you inevitably make human mistakes or errors, you sinned against God because he doesn’t make any mistakes. He is faultless by all accounts, yet the men ordained by God himself are the biggest sinners of all. God certainly has an interesting sense of humour. Stood back at the beginning of all this mess, being ordered around by angry kitchen ladies as they silently cursed at the presence of the ‘Viking whore’ and ‘how dare she show her face back here’ whilst complaining that they had not enough help to serve the feast the newly deemed King Canute had ordered for the evening. Pheasants, pigs, cheeses, bread, apples, turnips, any food one could desire. They were pulling out all the stops tonight for such sinful, horrid guests they seemingly despised.

These kitchen ladies, ladies maids, servants, chambermaids, and Viking thralls stood around the bustling kitchens, silently spitting at each other. Kitchen ladies always thought they were above everyone though…at least they got paid.

God has a plan for you my ass. If he had a plan, why was it to drag me across the seas, submit me to torture, slavery and multiple close calls to death, only to place me back at the centre of where these last months all began? God’s plan was faultless, but it was my fault for being taken prisoner, for letting the Vikings use me as they pleased. The only thing in the eyes of my fellow people to change was, that even though I had survived the constant pushback, I was now without a doubt in their eyes, a Viking whore. If being the daughter of a concubine wasn’t shameful enough, more so that the bastard child of a concubine, a Viking whore was the lowest stain on humanity. I never had a chance from the beginning, and now even more so there was nowhere I was going to fit in. Not in the Viking world, not in the Saxon world. God’s perfect plan certainly seemed to exclude me.

The snide remarks from kitchen maids didn’t escape me, no matter how subtle they thought they were being. Refusing to make eye contact, pushing through the thin gaps and the hot oven shoving me toward the flame without care as if I were invisible, spitting and stomping at my feet. Before all this, the very least I had was being called a ‘child’. As demeaning as that was, compared to now, I didn’t realise how good I had it.

Looking toward the large wooden oak door, I quietly retreated for the exit, there was nothing I could do of use here, I wasn’t trying, but they certainly wouldn’t want to let me touch anything. Before I could reach the door, the rumbling of hundreds of pairs of feet rumbled the door on its hinges. The floor itself seemed to shake beneath us. Women screamed, some dropping the bowls or platters in their hands, adding to the noise of commotion coming from the other side of the doors. A moment of panic turned to dead silence as everyone froze in their tracks, bodies trembled, hands shook, and stuttered prayers silently whispering in exasperated hushed voices. The sounds got louder and the sounds of footsteps began to clang their weapons on the ground, deep heavy grunts of cheering as Vikings shouted, pridefully basking in their triumph at taking over one of the world's most notable superpowers. But what made them happy was how easily and quickly it had come to them. But even I, an uneducated, bastard, child of a concubine, and now Viking whore, was wise enough to know that this triumph would only be temporary. That was one thing Saxons had in common with the Vikings. Saxons, too, were not a forgiving breed.

The roars, stomps and clanging continued to emit from the corridor outside, unmistakably making their way to the heart of the castle. The grand dining room. The flow of foot traffic was much larger than that that showed face at the beginning of the morn when Canute so brazenly diminished the character of his rival King. I didn’t pity the fear of the cruel kitchen people around me, but I did selflessly worry about the backlash we would receive if there wasn’t enough food to go around. That’s one thing you got to credit the Vikings for, they certainly knew how to throw a feast. ‘We are going to need a lot more food’ I cautiously announced. Instead of facing backlash, cursing and even physical repercussions I was expecting, everyone in the kitchens simply nodded to themselves as they stood stuck in fear. Rolling up the sleeves of my muddy underdress, I went toward the fruit, grabbed one of the knives from the hands of a shaking kitchenmaid and began chopping. Soon enough, the kitchen was bustling again.

Canute effortlessly captures the attention of the room, almost demanding it, yet without even having to try. As he stood at his round table, after a moment of cheering, clapping, and metal steins filled with meads, wines, and liquid splashing their contents as the men banged them against the table tops in support of their victorious King. Canute basked in the glory, before silently putting his hands up, and the room went quiet. “We have won a great victory. Saint Brice’s Day and the spilled blood of our kinfolk has been avenged!” He announced, met with equally as enthusiastic cheers as before. Canute continued to mock and belittle the young King, having his army of men ‘toast his bravery’. Sincere in tone, disparaging at its core. In a grand gesture, he motioned to the oak doors, announcing the entry of Queen Emma. She strode in, dressed in black, a show of mourning. Who had died who she actually cared about? Who knows. Canute so graciously held his hand out, Emma cautiously taking it as he eloquently escorted her to the round table at the head of the dining hall. He seemed as equally as charismatic, chivalrous, even slightly as lustful as Mathilda, as he tended to the Queen. Harald, King Edmund, and Leif all sat in silence, watching Canute, everyone unsure of his next move, his intentions, his ambition…

The feast continued for hours into the night as we working people stood to the sides, our heads down, walking as if we were invisible, filling up goblets, ignoring the touches of drunkard men, both from the alcohol and drunk on their victorious state of being in time. The men closer to the round table were more cautious as Harald’s gaze ceased to avert my movements. Canute studiously watched Harald while attending to a conversation with the Queen. As the food gradually disappeared, Canute rose again, without effort commanding the attention of all in the dining hall. I stood between rows of Vikings sitting at the table, daring not to move as he began to speak. “Our honoured guest from the North, the Ealdorman of Mercia, Eadric Streona, who will always have my gratitude for holding back his army”. He praised his guest from the North, and Streona enjoyed it. Whilst it was clear everyone at that round table was alert, Streona absently sat with comfort and ease. No fear, no doubt, no uncertainty. Canute continued his uplifting speech, congratulating everyone at the table before his speech took an unexpected twist. “New beginnings cannot happen with a traitor in our midst”. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, and without thought, the sound of silver clanged against the ground as my grip on the pitcher unclenched from around the handle. Everyone directed their gaze to me, and I could feel myself begin to sweat.

The time had come. A traitor in our midst. Who led them to this moment in time? Who had advised the King to now build these erroneous and fraudulent alliances with the Saxon King and Queen? Who had given them the crucial information to give the Viking army everything they needed to get into the castle? Who then fled? Me. Now everyone was going to know, and I wouldn’t be able to stop. The King chuckled to himself, shouting towards the door as a Viking kicked the door open from the opposing side of the door, rolling in a wooden tree stump holding an axe. The sound of a chair scraped, turning the attention back to the round table, where Harald cautiously stood to attention, breaths slow and heavy as he directed his pupils between mine and Canute’s. Canute chuckled to himself, almost enjoying the sudden tension that appeared between the three of us. The Vikings stood to attention, some even climbing on the wooden pillar of seats to get a better view of the traitor and the fate they were about to meet. The Viking handed the axe to Canute, and he walked forward toward the crowd, toward me, almost suppressing a smile. I locked my eyes with Harald, as he instinctively directed his back at mine. “The stench of betrayal and threat” he continued, walking slowly into the crowd, closer toward me at an agonisingly slow pace. “I can smell their ambition” he taunted. “I can smell disloyalty”. Another step closer, “I can smell their…greed” another step… My eyes were now locked with the King as he stood in front of me, with his axe. I closed my eyes, feeling his breath on my own. The sound of footsteps pounded across the floor, and I could feel them coming up behind me. Canute’s rough, callous finger tauntingly swiped the single tear that trickled down my cheek. But the heavy bodies instead pushed past me, shoving my body into the King’s as I took in a gasp of shock. His hand purposefully and slowly wrapped around the small of my back, his hand nestling into the right side of the curve of my waist. Canute’s forehead pressed against mine, rotating his body to nestle into my side, his cheek then pressed against mine as he averted his face back to the front of the room. “STOP! STOP! MY MEN WILL KILL YOU FOR THIS” A shocked gasp almost leaped out of the deepest part of my lungs, my breathing heavy, fast-paced, uncontrollable. I finally opened my eyes to see the source of the footsteps now dragging Eadric Streona from his chair, the Kings cheek still pressed against mine, chuckling to himself, before pressing a firm, yet wet kiss to my flushed cheek, walking toward the wooden tree stump which the men firmly held Streona down upon.

All attention was averted to the scene at the front of the room, enough to ignore my body as it fell to the ground, my hands clutching my stomach whilst the other went to cover my mouth as I stifled my cries. Cheers continued the screams of Saxon women. The world around me had gone fuzzy, time had passed, and Canute now stood victoriously and undisturbed as he held the now dismembered head of Eadric Streona. Gruesome, blood spilled everywhere, the trail from his body flooding around the bottom of my dress. As the Vikings cheered, Canute almost posing, and the round table silent and firmly sat in their places, I gathered myself into the crowd, and exited the hall through the back door, trailing down the hallway, bloody footsteps at my feet. I kept walking until I reached the small wooden door of one of the noblemen's bedrooms, all the way on the other side of the castle.

I slammed the door behind me, placing all my body weight against the door and sliding my back down it. The once warm blood of Streona was now cold and heavy at the bottom of the hem of my dress. I screamed. I cried. I let it all out.

I didn’t know how long I had been in the room, the curtains were drawn, but the wax from the candles hardly seemed to melt. As my senses started to come back to me I panned my gaze across the room. The candles were all lit, the grand bed had exotic silks and expensive furs draped over it, and fluffy pillows adorned the green fabric that lay across the bed. The room smelt of lavender, flushing out the metallic smell that had plagued my senses previously. Across the room, steam could be seen wafting from an unknown source behind a heavy wooden divider. I swiped my muddy, flour-laden sleeve across my nose as I used my other arm to gather my weight from the floor, stumbling over to the divider. Dragging my already battered feet across the cold floor. Behind the divider, a steaming golden tub sat, lavender sprigs floating at the top of the surface of the hot water. My gaze travelled down to my dress. Mud, salt water, flour, mead, and blood stained the once-cream cloth.

I gently brought my hand up, rubbing the tips of my fingers against my prominent collar bones, slipping two fingers underneath the shoulder seams of the dress, and tugging the fabric down off one side of my shoulder, doing the same to the other. The dress had naturally gotten looser as my once curvy figure was now practically skeletal. The dress dropped my shoulders, brushing over the curve of my breast, before the coarse fabric slid down my stomach, past my belly button, and pooled around my feet. The cool temperature caused the areola of my breasts to shrivel as my nipples hardened. The only thing protecting me from the coolness was the untamed body hair that covered my pubic bone, the hair on my arms and legs unwillingly rising to attention ins response to the cold air. I didn’t care whose room this was, who prepared the bath, who might have lit the candles or left a pitcher of liquid next to the bed. I was too numb to care. Cautiously and slowly, I picked my feet up, now standing atop the stained garment, ignoring the burning feeling of my bruised and exposed flesh, getting into the hot water, and dropping my body tirelessly into the steaming water.

The hot water blanketed my body, getting into all the nooks and crannies of my naked body. I submerged myself entirely, not caring about the stinging sensation that prickles my legs, not the feeling of pins and needles that pelted my body in response to the hot temperature compared to the cool air that circulated the room. Not caring that I couldn’t breathe. Lying in the water, not thinking about today, tomorrow, the past or the future. Simply basking in the state of being.

The hot temperature dropped to a comfortable warmth as I lay in the tub, letting my skin soak up the aromatic lavender. My ears swished as water filled my eardrums. Eyes closed, just stillness. I barely noticed the water level rise and overflow until I felt another pair of legs bump against my own. Shocked, I screamed at the sudden disturbance, only to have a large hand press against my lips, followed by a deep voice. “shhh” that all-so-familiar voice urged. I opened my eyes to see his naked, hairy, firm torso facing my naked plump breasts. Legs entwined with mine, the front of his calf bone gently pressed between my thighs as he comfortably tried to squeeze himself into the tub. Harald. My breasts gently brushed against his firm chest as we sat, pressed into one another in the tub. Months ago I was ashamed of my own nakedness, as I normally would be. I would have been especially horrified by the nakedness of a man normally, but at this moment, pressed against one another, both our bodies as weak and tired as each other, I didn’t care. He gently removed the palm of his hand, smoothing it onto the surface of my cheek, swiping his thumb across in a gentle motion over where Canute had placed his filthy kiss. Slightly leaning forward, Harald pressed his forehead against mine, almost short nervous breaths emitting from his mouth, even after such a victorious win. He dipped his face down, pressing a much more gentle kiss over my cheek, replacing Canute's sinister kiss with something much…sweeter. My chest slowly rose and fell as my breast pushed against him, gently brushing each other as my breaths got deeper and deeper. Soon our breaths moved in a rhythm that mirrored one another.

Eventually, our bodies separated, yet our legs stayed thoroughly intertwined as our backs pressed against opposite ends of the tub, resting as the warmth turned cooler, and the candles slowly began to shrink into stubs drowned in piles of melted wax. His arms, one draped over the sides of the tub, now gently grabbed my hands that floated on the surface of the water as I rubbed the lavender springs to powder between my fingers. He pulled my torso toward the centre of the tub, his chest meeting mine in the middle. My legs, once tucked up into myself, naturally untangled from his, draping on either side of his thighs as he shifted himself into the middle middle of the tub, pressing our foreheads together once again. I could feel the hardness of the flesh between his legs, gently pressing against the pulsing flesh between my legs. He guided my hands, bringing them up to his face, pressing the palms of my hands against his cheeks, then wrapping his forearms around the small of my back, pressing our pulsing bodies even closer against one another. We both let out breathy moans.

Gently he placed a kiss on my forehead, then one on the left cheek, then the right, a kiss on the curve of the left side of my neck, then the right, his cock pulsing against my plump cunt. He brought his head back, arms still firmly wrapped around my centre, flicking his gaze between my eyes and lips, slowly leaning in to seal the gap. Just as his lips reached mine, I took my hands away from his cheeks, pulling back, unwrapping his arms from my body, and standing up in the tub, using his shoulders to balance. He grunted at the sudden loss of our touching skin. But his eyes trailed from my feet, slowly taking in my body before his eyes met mine as I stared back down at him. “Get out” I firmly whispered. He looked at me confused, almost offended like he was being challenged. Refusing to move from his seat. “Get. Out” I reaffirmed. He slowly brought himself to a stand, not without agonisingly brushing his torso up my body, connecting our skin once more. I looked up as his height surpassed me, eyes locked, as he gently stepped over the side of the tub, onto the cold floor. Not breaking eye contact for a second, I did the same, standing in front of him. “Kneel” I ordered, again in a crisp, firm whisper. Eyes still on mine, he slowly knelt on the floor, his gaze now directed up at me as I looked down at him. Slowly and gently, I placed my hands on his cheeks, running my fingers through the sides of his hair. With a sense of urgency and roughness, he brought his hands to my sides wrapping them around my core, pulling me close as his lips hungrily pressed into my stomach, peppering kisses from my belly button down to my pubic bone, swiping his wet tongue and hot breath back up to my belly button, repeating the process. I hissed in response. It felt so wrong yet so right. ‘Viking…’ I whispered. ‘Saxon’ he responded in a raspy hot breath. His head dipped lower, and without hesitancy, he swiped his tongue against the pulsing core between my legs, his tongue dancing between my wet folds, his hands lowering to squeeze my bottom.

I gripped my fingers tighter in his thick curls as his tongue continued to dance, making me squirm as I stood, moaning at the exotic new pleasure that swept my body. The pulsating between my legs now radiated over my entire body. ‘Haarraalldd’ I moaned, gripped so tight I could almost feel my stubby nails pressing into his skull. He let out a gruff, reaching his arms under my thighs and forcing my legs over his shoulders. As if I weighed no more than a leaf, he rose from the ground, my feet lifting from the floor as his face was still nuzzled, kissing and licking my soaking cunt. His moans matched mine before my body went flying backward, hands still gripped in his hair as my back hit the centre of the feather bed. He kneeled at the edge of the bed, grabbing my hips and pulling my body towards his without breaking contact with my centre. His wet tongue lapped up all it could, his nose nuzzling at a sensitive spot that turned pleasure into ecstasy. I gripped the sheets, my knuckles turning white at the strength of my grip, my torso arching as my moans got faster and louder. My breaths got shorter, chest rising and falling ‘Ha.. Harald….I can’t take much more’ I exclaimed, squirming. Instead of stopping, he took one of his hands from my hip, slipping his finger inside. Involuntarily, my jaw clicked as the sensation caused my mouth to moan so loudly it could probably be heard from outside the room. ‘I…need…more…’ I breathlessly exclaimed.

Suddenly his lips started to kiss up my body, from my stomach to each breast, and neck, before pressing the side of his cheek to mine. ‘Are you sure you want more Saxon?’. I didn’t know how I could get more, but I knew I wanted it. ‘Please’ I breathed out. He slid his hand down, grabbing his hard flesh, his cock entering me in a swift push. I let out a gasp. It stung, his thick shaft wrapped up tightly as I involuntarily squeezed my insides against him. His hot breath coated my neck as he moaned at the tightness. I gently brought my hands down from his back down to his bottom. This was my doing, and I was going to take control. I firmly squeezed his cheeks, a sign to tell him it was okay to start moving. His hips thrust slowly as I used my firm grip on his behind to control the speed at which his thick cock pulsated in and out, penetrating my core to pleasures unknown. As his cock slipped inside me, I held his behind close, pulling him into me fully, making him stay. Our chests pressed against each other, skin to skin, nothing between. He brought his forehead to mine, rasping breath ‘Are you okay Saxon?’ He responded. For the first time, I lifted my head from the bed, capturing his lips in mine, with vigorous power and need. He continued to thrust as our lips fought one another most delightfully. His tongue slipped into mine, there was a sweetness to his taste. His thrusts became faster and faster, his moans turning to desperate grunts as I squeezed his behind in affirmation. His teeth captured my bottom lip, gently nibbling as his thrusts stopped. A warmth filled my insides as I squeezed against him, his weight toppling me as he lost the strength to hold himself up any longer. His hands gripped the sheets next to me, riding out the feelings he had, his breathy moans mixing with my own, as our lips openly pressed together.

By the time his flesh slipped from mine, the candles had all melted away. He lay on one side of the bed, and I on the other, my back now tucked safely into his chest. Our breaths rose and fell at the same time, heating one another as the slumber of the night took us both away.

I blinked my eyes open to feel a heavy fur draped over my body. The sunlight peaked through the curtains as a yawn emitted from my body. My eyes adjusted to the room around me, a new cream dress sat on the chair facing the bed, a rusty orange colour smock lying atop with a pair of shoes sat at the foot of the chair. I smiled to myself, turning over to thank the likely source of the clean clothes. Turning over though, the bed was empty, and a young chambermaid silently fussed around the room. She looked at me, almost pitifully. ‘Where’s he gone? Harald Siggurdson?’ I questioned. ‘He came to me this morning and ordered fresh garments to the room’ she stuttered. ‘Okay…but where is he?’ I questioned again.

‘He left for the docks, a boat was going back to the Viking land…he was on it’.

[therealvikingstrash]

2022 End of the Year Fic Review

The wonderful @underragingwaves tagged me, thank you love! (I put the longest part under a cut)

1. What is your AO3 account? for the vikings fandom it's my pseud vikingstrash.

2. How many words did you write total in 2022? 117.233 *whistles* not too bad if one considers what a year it's been.

3. How many fics did you publish in 2022? How many multichapters vs oneshots? 39 one shots and 2 multichapter. All Hail the One-shots!

4. What was your longest fic? Your shortest fic? Longest was Kings of Kattegat with 39,878 words and the shortest Story as old as Time with 119 words.

5. What was your most popular fic? Your least popular fic? Most popular (going by subscriptions, hits, comments, kudos and bookmarks) has to be my VBB entry Kings of Kattegat. Personally, the most self-indulgent fic I ever wrote.

Least popular is Sweat. I guess it would be a lot more popular if it wasn't hidden behind the AO3 log in. And also if it had full on smut and not just teasing, but oh well, I like it and in the end, that's all that matters xD

6. What fic didn’t perform as well as you thought it would? Huh, that's a weird thing to think of, I never really give it much thought if my writing is going to be popular or not so that thought of a fic not "perfoming well" is kinda...absurd to me. Anyway, if I had to take a guess, I'd say Greedy Gods? While it does have a lot of hits and a couple kudos, it's weird to me that for a fandom with so many people claiming they want more fic about the female characters and how much they love Aslaug, there was not as much love for it as I would assume. Must be a me-problem.

7. What fic performed way better than you thought it would? Basically anything I wrote for D. P. - Deserter Pursuit. I didn't think there would be enough people in said fandom to read, kudo and comment, but was positively surprised.

8. What was your favorite fic you wrote from 2022? For Vikings: Valhalla, Daughter of the Fearless. I loved giving Altöra more background story and this glimpse of her relationship to Freydis. It was fun to write.

For Vikings, Strung up, Tongue-Tied. I mean....sub!Hvitserk restrained and dom!Amma playing with him? Ubbe observing, just being present without doing anything besides kissing Amma? Yeah, I loved that one. It's full of tension.

For D. P. - Deserter Pursuit, Pity. My dumb ass actually made it a published WIP because there was more to tell and I liked it a lot. Only the Gods know if I will actually write more though xD

9. What was your favorite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022? Well, for someone who couldn't be paid to read other people's fics, I managed to read quite a lot in 2022 for free. Mind boggling, I know. But here go my favs:

Gotta start with Not A Fairytale by underragingwaves, because...have you read that fic? It's really a fun read (for those who like crime stuff which is basically exactly what I love) and promising a bigger universe underneath that small treat she wrote.

Will totally never stop making hearteyes at Twice Now by ritual-unions. Love how Kara (heh) is so clumsy and unable to function in the real world and the way Ubbe basically just watches and smiles to himself, before his eye-roll moment that will make him intervene. I also love myself some good hurt and gosh, this is gonna hurt so damn bad at the end and I will love every second of it.

There were a couple to pick from and it was hard to choose, but when someone can make me read an Ivar fic, then it says a lot about that persons writing skill. The Mental Tyrant by grimeundglow deserves so much more love than it has been given.

Reactions Of Your Kind by Ulfrsmal was my fav of him in 2022, but only because I didn't really get to read the rest of his fics xD I'm sure there are more gems in his list, but this one stood out to me because...Hvitty and Ubbe 🥺

A Prize of Battle by Mercurygray, is absolute Emma/Canute goodness and Idk what else to say, because this womans writing skills are beyond anything I could muster, so hearteyes from afar will have to do for now.

For Mince Pie by emma-ofnormandy, another author that captures Emma and Canute's relationship so well and it's so fluffy, I wanna hold it really tightly against my chest.

And last but not least The Queen of Kattegat by northernxstories! I will remain deeply impressed by how effortlessly she managed to pull me into her story and made me read it in one go, even though it's 12k of words xD It was such a new way of approaching the characters and it's brilliantly written. An absolute treat in 2022.

10. Tag your friends to do this year-end fic review as well!

most have already been tagged, but perhaps one of you want to do this? But no pressure! @emma-ofnormandy @nothingtolosebutweight @author-morgan @lmillay @barnes-lothbrok @errruvande and anyone who feels like doing the fic review :D

[devoti]

*sighs while searching for canute smut tag*

[rukia-writes]

King Canute x fem! Reader

Setting: canon

Rated: 18+, no minors 🔞,R, Smut, slight!breeding kink✨

Canute had no business with his maid at such a late hour.

Something kept pulling him however to his favorite maid.

Canute would call for her at night when everyone was asleep.

In his bed chambers he every night he would make passionate love to her. Passion was something Canute excelled at and he wanted to give her that.

Canute may have whispered sweet things to her but his cock was anything.

Filling her pussy he had her on her back as he fucked her.

“Feels good-Doesn’t it love?”

The king of Denmark and England whispered in her ear then moaned as he felt her pussy tighten on his cock, kissing her neck making (Name) moaned even louder.

Canute smirked when he heard the lovely sound that left his love’s throat, his pace never faltered as Canute did so.

“You feel amazing!”

(Name) began to lightly scratch down Canute’s back, only making Canute’s pace quicken. Canute kept his eyes from rolling back.

“My love, I only need you. Won’t you give me a few babies?”

Canute’s demeanor changed as he grabbed (Name)’s hips tightly now as (Name)’s leg we’re now around Canute’s waist.

“Would you like that love?”

“Yes I would!”

That was all Canute needed to hear.

Lifting his love up and placing them on his lap his cock going even further inside (Name)’s wet pussy, his pace continuing.

“How many? One? Twins? Triplets?”

Canute eyes never (Name)’s stomach as he fucked her like the first day he had called her to his bedroom.

“Canute!”

Canute hands began to snake up (Name)’s back as he watched her massage both her breasts with her hands.

Canute grunted at the sight.

“Beautiful.”

Canute pace began to quicken even more as (Name) tight pussy was truly milking his cock. Before long, the two reaching their orgasm, (Name) toes curled as Canute’s pace was becoming more wild with his grip becoming almost painful on (Name)’s hips.

With one last push of his hips upward both orgasmed and clung to one another in their euphoric high.

Canute’s cum filled his love’s pussy a great deal as he could already see a few prince and princess running around the castle.

✨Rukia-Writes✨

[dejwrld]

i should really make sure i show up in the vinland saga x reader tags 🫶🏾

[ulfrsmal]

Day 1: Breeding

Trigger Warnings: Smut.

Explicit ⫽ Canute/Emma ⫽ No Archive Warnings Apply ⫽ one-shot

Canute looked at Emma and smiled even before he leant in to kiss her. They both had sons with others, but there was nothing they wanted more than to create one together.

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[nancydfan]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Nancy Drew (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nancy Drew/Scott Varnell Characters: Nancy Drew, Scott Varnell Additional Tags: Smut, Humor, Established Relationship, Optimistic Future Summary:

Nancy’s time at Canute has come to an end, and she spends one last night with Scott before she flies to Japan.

[dejwrld]

me writing canute smut cause i see a tik tok edit of him

[dejwrld]

i’m going try to finish this canute smut.

[ulfrsmal]

Day 6: Temperature Play

Trigger Warning: Smut.

Explicit ⫽ Canute/Emma ⫽ No Archive Warnings Apply ⫽ one-shot

It was colder than she’d expected, which only served to make Emma think about the fjords and icy lands he’d told her about. She prepared herself to feel the chill down to her bones. And yet she shivered when he touched the ice to her.

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[ulfrsmal]

Day 18: Dirty Talk

Trigger Warnings: Smut.

Mature ⫽ Godwin/Harald ⫽ No Archive Warnings Apply ⫽ one-shot

Harald leant against the prison’s bars and waited until the prisoner realised he was there. His reluctance seemed almost an insult. Harald swallowed bile down, too aware of the task Canute had given him. He needed the prisoner’s help for that, much as it pained him. He was in no mood for the games Godwin looked like he favoured.

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