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that-basic-simp · 7 months ago

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Soreness

Fem! Evior x Fem! Reader CW: Blood WC: 1.1k+

"If it isn't the magnificent Eivor herself--"

"Shut up," she sat on the side of her bed after she removed her gear.

"What is it this time?" I sighed.

"Sore."

I sat beside her and she turned to where her back was facing me. I reached over and firmly placed my hands on her shoulders, digging deep into the tight muscle with the base of my hand before I squeezed tightly.

"Fuck," she whispered.

"Try to ease up, Eivor. You're very tense. It won't help."

"I'm trying, love."

Her shoulders finally relaxed after I had planted a kiss to the back of her neck, near her scar. As I pulled away, my eyes lingered there for a moment.

"You're staring," she said.

"I'm sorry, Eivor."

"Do not be sorry. Weakness gets you killed."

"Does it bother you?"

"Bother me?"

"That you have a scar there."

"It serves as a reminder of what happened that night. With my parents, Kjotve, myself," she whispered the last part.

"Why yourself?"

"I was weak. All I could do was stand by and watch as my mother and father were killed mercilessly."

"But," my finger slowly trailed up the side of her neck and ran over the scar tissue. "You're still here. Still alive."

"And," she reached up and placed her hand on the one that was still on her shoulder. She turned and faced me, her blue eyes staring into mine. "I am with you."

"You flatter me," I said and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Anywhere else that is hurting you or stiff?"

"My arms."

"Biceps or forearms?"

"Both," she said.

"Lay down," I knew where this was going to go. This was her subtle way of getting me in between her legs.

She laid down on the bed and I straddled her, my hands running up and down her forearms first before reaching her biceps, squeezing and pushing at the muscles underneath. Her eyes closed and she took in a harsh breath. Thank goodness her eyes were closed since I was staring down at her abs and how they tensed up when I was massaging her arms.

"Anywhere else, love?"

Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she smiled at me.

"Thighs."

"Of course."

I moved downwards and was met with her legs bending to where I could sit nicely in between them. As I knelt in between her legs, a smirk slowly tugged at her lips as she thought I was oblivious to her antics. I know her all too well. Maybe a bit more than I should, but she was mine and I was hers.

My hands squeezed at her thick thighs, thick with muscle and power that I also know all too well. She let out soft groans of contempt as I went from the front to the back of her thighs. As her muscles were getting looser and not as tense, I dipped my head down in between her legs and softly planted kisses against her inner thigh.

"Love," the words fell from her lips like it was sin.

"Eivor," I whispered back, sinning with her.

Her eyes became half lidded as she stared me down, watching every single move like I was her prey. Only tonight, she was the one to be devoured. I replaced the soft kisses with open mouthed ones, letting my tongue run along the flesh of her thighs, reveling in all that was her. I was about to get to the shorts she was wearing, but heavy footsteps could be heard. As the door swung open to reveal Dag, I was standing beside the bed while Eivor was sitting on the side of it.

"Eivor," he breathed out deeply.

"I am in the middle of something. Is knocking too medieval for you, Dag?"

"My apologies, but you must see something."

"If Odin himself isn't here, then leave it until the morning," she snarled.

My heart skipped a beat and my face flushed. I slightly turned away from Dag in the hopes he didn't see my reaction to Eivor's sudden change in mood. Although, it was more often than not that we get interrupted before we actually initiate something. And it always left Eivor in a sour mood to where the moment is ruined when she gets back.

"This really needs your attention."

"Go," I said to her.

She growled and stood up, "Give me five minutes."

The door closed and his footsteps slowly faded into the night air. Eivor turned and grabbed her gear, putting it on.

"Eivor?"

"I must go."

"I'm sorry."

"For?" she turned and faced me. "Nothing you do needs apology. You are simply doing what you wanted to do."

"I'm sorry that it's just going to get ruined later."

She placed her hands on my shoulders, "Before I return, I shall drink enough to where we can forget we were interrupted. I can give you the best night of your life."

"With you," I placed my hand on her cheek. "I always have the best night of my life."

"My love," she smiled and placed a long kiss to my lips.

"I shall return. Maybe if things don't go well tonight, you can give me another massage. Start this up again."

"Of course," I said.

She reached up and took my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm.

"I will return shortly."

She pulled away and ran out of the room. The warmth from her cheek lingered a bit on my hand until it ran cold. I slowly milled about the room, cleaning up miscellaneous things until the morning light approached. My body was weary, in need of rest, but my mind was active, buzzing. The door swung open and Eivor returned with blood on her face and some of her clothing torn. There was a stab wound that was bleeding profusely.

"Eivor."

"I am fine, love. Nothing I can't handle," she grunted slightly as she limped around the room.

"What is wrong?"

"Nothing," she sat down.

"Eivor," I said sternly.

"Stab wound and something is wrong with my leg."

I knelt down by her leg and found something was popping out slightly. I lifted up her pant leg and found her ankle bone was misaligned.

"Hold still," I said and forced it back into place.

Her instincts took over and her fist pulled back like she was about to punch me. But she restrained herself.

"I will never hurt you," she took note of the fear in my eyes. "I will not be like your father."

"Let's treat the stab wound."

She removed her tunic and I began working on that, creating a paste that will force the skin together until it heals. Afterwards, she laid down on the bed and I laid beside her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"For what?"

"For almost hitting you."

I leaned towards her and pecked her cheek a few times before placing a firm kiss to her lips.

"I don't fear getting hurt by you," I said after I pulled away.

"You should. Sometimes I don't know my own strength."

"With you, Eivor," I moved closer to her, wrapping my arm around her, taking in her stale blood and cold air musk. "I fear nothing."

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neon-junkie · 2 years ago

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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.

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theewicked · 10 months ago

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Wet & Warm

The warm water slid against your skin as you adjusted your legs, the bathroom filled with steam that closed tight around your body and mind, making you melt into the bubbles. Your thoughts drifted back to your wife, who was on her way back from work. Your lovely, charming wife, who last time you called, didn’t sound so pleased.

Her clients were always giving her grief, it was the type of people they typically were. She was a lawyer specialising in business, therefore the people she worked with thought little about the way they spoke towards her, and what they demanded from her. Eivor was no slight woman though, with toned muscles, icy blue eyes, and a towering height, she could put her clients into place when the situation called for it.

Though even that didn’t save her sanity sometimes.

A car pulled up in your drive, the smooth sound of it quiet and recognisable, immediately grabbing your attention. Keys jingled faintly as they turned in the front door, and soon enough Eivor shouting as for your whereabouts. “I’m in the bathroom!” You shouted back, anticipating seeing your wife again. Even though you two had been together for a while, she always managed to make you get butterflies. It was a comfortable feeling though, so different from the anxiety you got as a teenager.

The doorknob twisted and Eivor slipped into the bathroom, the sight of her making your breath catch in your throat. A black suit hugged her muscled body, the fabric of her jacket tailored perfectly to her face waist and arms, teasing her gorgeous body. The first few buttons of her white shirt were undone, divulging a pale, sculpted chest; skin that was was familiar to your hands and mouth. Eivor’s flaxen hair was done in a neat braid that had swept itself over her broad shoulder. Oh how badly you wanted to run your fingers through the soft strands.

Blue eyes softened as they landed on your figure, pretty pink mouth tugging up in a little smile. “I’ve missed you.” Eivor whispered, and started walking towards the bathtub your body resided in. You followed her every move, tracking her powerful legs as they ate up the distance between the doorway and the tub.

“I missed you too, I hope your clients didn’t cause too much damage to your psyche.” A soft laugh left your mouth as Eivor groaned, kneeling beside the tub and taking off her jacket in a swift manoeuvre. You licked your lips at the sight of her tight silk shirt, and at the way it clinged to her small breasts and firm muscles. Eivor rolled up the sleeves of her shirt to her elbows and rested her forearms on the edge of the tub before bringing her face towards yours.

Her lips met yours in a slow, sweet embrace that had you bringing your hands to cup her face. Your fingers traced her beautiful cheekbones and strong, straight nose. Eivor seemed to melt into your touch as she started leaning towards you, arms leaving the lip of the tub in favour of wrapping themselves around the small of your back. The kiss got deeper and more passionate, tongues entered and swept across each other in familiar but forever electrifying movements.

When the two of you pulled away to catch breaths, you looked down to see Eivor’s shirt completely drenched from being dipped in the high water of the bath. It clung to her abs and teased you with the sheerness of the material, making you rub your legs together under the water. Before you could pull yourself out of the trance your wife body had bewitched you in, the lady in question had moved her arms down from your back to the back of your thighs, and had hoisted you up from the water.

You yelped out in surprise, but Eivor was quick to quieten you with a more forceful kiss than her previous ones. The feel of her tongue dominating yours had your hips grinding down onto her waist where your legs were wrapped. Eivor moved her hands up to grip your ass as she walked through the hallway and into your shared bedroom. She placed your wet body down onto the neatly made bed with reverence and wasted no time in removing her soaked shirt and kneeling between your spread legs.

The warm light the multiple candles you lit before entering the bath provided you with the perfect light to admire Eivor’s damp torso, the muscles of it strong and full of temptation. You sat up and reached to remove the plain bra she wore before you even willed yourself to, and quickly her gorgeous breasts were on display for your eyes only. The soft peaks of them were highlighted by the sweet light filling the room, and you couldn’t help but lean towards them and pull one of her rosy nipples into your mouth.

The sound Eivor made was one of pure sin that had wetness dripping onto the mattress beneath you, and as you swirled your tongue around the hardening bud, her hands came up to free your hair from whatever protection you held it in against the bath water. “I’ve been thinking about this all day” Eivor moaned as her fingers quickly found the strands before tugging on them, not gently, but not as forceful as she could be either. Suddenly Eivor pulled your head away from her breast, her keen eyes watching the strand of saliva that connected your mouth to her nipple as she pulled you further away.

Eivor’s hands moved from your hair down to your bare shoulders, pushing gently until your back hit the mattress. She stood up quickly, removing the bottom half of clothes and exhibiting her thick, powerful thighs. Your hungry eyes trailed upwards and landed on the honey-blonde hair that covered the place you so desperately wanted to touch, taste, and feel. Eivor tracked your eyes and laughed quietly, rolling her eyes and coming towards you to kneel in font of you once more. Her body lowered down as she started to place gentle kisses on your lower stomach, before moving up to kiss and suck at the underside of your breast.

A shuddery gasp tore from your throat, and your hands found her strong shoulders to squeeze and caress. You could feel her smirk against your soft flesh, and you gripped the sides of her face in an attempt to pull her up. You heard a sound of frustration press against your skin before Eivor’s sculpted arms swept up in a flash and restrained you. Her long fingers wrapped around your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Be a good girl for me baby.” She said the words against your skin accompanied by a long lick that came to swirl around your nipple. Eivor’s thigh came to rest between your legs and you started to grind your cunt against the hard muscle. A whimper left your mouth at the friction her leg gave to your swollen clit. Eivor fully wrapped her mouth around your nipple, sucking and biting at the hard bud. One of her hands came down to trace the contours of your waist before gently rubbing your clit.

Your back arched off the bed and your hips jutted up in desperation. Eivor seemed to have got the message as she removed her last hand from your wrists. Her body moved down on the bed and she pulled your thighs to rest on her shoulders, the broadness spreading them wide for her.

Ravenous eyes glazed over when they saw you laid out just in front of them. Eivor licked her lips, pink tongue darting out and making them glisten. She pressed the muscle flat against your folds, spreading them and making a pathetic mewl escape from your lips. She groaned into your pussy and squeezed the flesh of your thighs, no doubt creating little marks that you would wake up to.

Eivor’s tongue was relentless as it lapped up your juices like they were the last thing on earth. Her plump lips came up to suck on your swollen, needy clit. The action had you wrapping your thighs around Eivor’s head and pulling at her miraculously still intact braid. She groaned into your cunt, sending syrupy vibrations up your core that had wetness spilling out of you and down your ass cheeks. Eivor devoured every last bit happily, sliding her tongue down in zigzag motions towards your hole. All of a sudden she pressed the long muscle into you, curling it upwards and rubbing it against that spot that had you moaning loudly.

Suddenly, Eivor sat up, the loss of contact in your weeping cunt making you shiver. Her large hands came and pushed against the backs of your thighs, making your legs touch your belly. She braced a tattooed, toned forearm against them both and dove back down for more. Her free hand slid up your sweaty torso, squeezing at your breasts as they passed them. Eivor’s two middle fingers came and pressed against your wet, swollen lips, demanding entrance. You obliged immediately, too lost in the sensations her expert tongue was giving you. Her long fingers slid into your mouth, the length of them hitting the back of your throat and making you gag slightly.

Her icy eyes looked up at you, and you could barely see the colour of them, her pupils blown so wide in pleasure. They were glazed over, every one of her senses lost in the pleasure she received from giving to you. The sight of her head between your thighs wretched a long, deep-throated moan from you, and you bit down hard on Eivor’s fingers.

She pulled them out of your mouth and removed her forearm from your thighs, letting your legs straighten out. Eivor pulled back entirely, the action having you furrowing your brows in confusion, a plea on the tip of your tongue. She spat on your swollen pussy, reaching a hand down to rub at your ass cheek. Before you knew it, she had grabbed your hip with that same hand and had flipped you over onto your hands and knees.

Shock reverberated through your system, and you could feel your nectar leaking down the lengths of your thighs. Eivor made a sound of pure pleasure as she lent down to lick a stripe up the back of each of your thighs, catching the wetness in her mouth. The gentleness of her tongue against your hot skin sent shivers down your spine as you awaited her next move.

The two very same fingers that had beet wetted in your mouth previously were shoved into you, Eivor’s palm angling downwards to rub against your poor clit with every thrust. The sound of your wet cunt pressing into her hand had you gripped the messy bedsheets in front of you with all the strength you could muster. You felt her dewy breath on your pussy before her lips sucked on your clit once again, the new angle making you more sensitive. Her fingers were moving in tandem with her mouth, and you soon felt your orgasm pool in your stomach. You clenched around Eivor, her fingers scraping your quivering walls just right. With each thrust, your mewls turned into moans, and those moans got louder and louder.

“That’s it baby, come for me.” Eivor said the words against your messy cunt, and you could barely form a reply before your pussy walls clenched a vice grip around her fingers. Your head fell forward, landing in the softness of the mattress as you screamed into it. Eivor slowed her movements to give you time to come down from your high, still licking long stripes up and down your cunt.

Sweat dripped from your forehead as you pulled yourself back up onto your hands.

You needed to taste her, to fill your mouth with the sweet ambrosia that was no doubt dripping onto the duvet.

What a waste.

Before Eivor could process it, you had turned yourself around and grabbed her face. You pulled her lips to yours, hers opening beneath gladly. Eivor’s mouth tasted of you, and the heady flavour reminded of what you set out to do. You put both of your hands on her broad shoulders, turning the two of you around so that she was where you were on the bed, and vice-versa. Her beautiful eyes were curious as they watched you sink down her body, kissing, suckling, and biting as you went. The muscle was hard beneath your mouth, but the skin so soft against your tongue.

The muscle trailed down her abs, tracing the dips between and leaving wetness in its wake. You nosed the pretty dark blonde hair your mouth found eventually, hands coming down to spread her strong thighs, finding wetness dribbling down them. Your mouth watered at the feeling. Eivor let out a long exhale and pulled her plump bottom lip between her teeth.

You restrained yourself, wanted to prolong this experience: It wasn’t often that Eivor let you do this, her preferring to be the one to give pleasure. You looked up to see her watching you intently, blue eyes half-lidded and breaths deep. Her high cheekbones were dusted with a honeyed pink, and her blonde braid was mussed, some soft pieces escaping and framing her face. Eivor’s small breasts moved up and down with her breaths, and you moved further down her body, positioning yourself.

The weight of her leg was heavy on your back as you threw one over your shoulder and stared down at your wife. Her pink, needy clit stared back at you, hole weeping pure sweetness and just begging to be stimulated.

Of course you obliged.

Your nose moved down to inhale her sweet, familiar scent before your mouth descended upon her. You twirled your tongue around her clit and her large hands came to grip your head instinctively. A little noise tore from the back of her throat, and the sound of it had you pulling her little bud into your mouth and sucking on it. Your hands trailed themselves down to grip her soft ass as you spread her pussy further for yourself. Fingers came and entered themselves into Eivor’s cunt, the warmth and tightness of her so familiar and so Eivor. You couldn’t get enough. You thrusted into her hard, fingers rubbing against her wet walls that parted so nicely for you.

Her voice got higher and higher, something so unlike Eivor, but you were so glad she trusted you enough to share this side of herself with you. Precious nectar poured out of her, and you made it your mission to savour every last drop. Her walls clenched around your fingers, and her hands tightened in your hair. Eivor’s movements had you groaning into her cunt.

Her voice grew in pitch, and soon enough her pussy fluttered around your fingers in movements so strong you could feel them in her clit. Eivor wailed softly as you slowed your movements to bring her back from wherever she had ascended to. You looked back up to see tears streaming down her precious face, and a smile adorning her lips. You placed one little kiss against her clit before pulling yourself up to touch your lips against hers. This time it was slower, more savouring the tastes of you two marrying together.

Legs came to straddle her torso, and Eivor sat up, causing your cunt to press against her lower abs. A soft gasp left your lips while her powerful arms came to wrap around your frame. Her tongue stroked yours and you soon found yourself grinding against Eivor.

“Think you can take another one, Love?” She whispered the words against your mouth, accentuating them by pulling your bottom lip into her mouth and sucking. Your cunt was too wet to decline.

“Yeah. Please.” The two words were ones of desperation and want. Eivor’s hands came down to rest on your hips and they kneaded the flesh there before moving them back and forth. Your clit scraped against the dips and valleys of Eivor’s abdomen, and the sensation had you gasping into the kiss. You moved your head to rest on her pale muscular should, gently kissing the skin there as you let warmth overtake your being.

You felt your climax approach quickly, your cunt so sensitive thanks to prior stimulation. “There’s a good girl.” Eivor’s encouraging words had you jutting your hips faster and harder. You bit down onto her shoulder as your thighs started to shake, pleasure running up and down them like an electrical current.

Wetness poured from you, and ecstasy flowed though your veins and wracked your bones. A long, deep moan came from your mouth, muffled by Eivor’s shoulder. Her hands tenderly caressed your hips before coming to pull your face up. She kissed you sweetly, both of you smiling into the movement.

Eivor stood up, pulling you with her and wrapping your legs around her waist once again. She moved quickly through the hallway and you moved your hands to cup her warm face.

She stepped into the now lukewarm water of your bath, and you both laughed at the temperature shock.

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kassandras-one-braincell · 2 years ago

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im just saying

#it's not a want it's a need #eivor varinsdóttir #soma jarlskona #kassandra of sparta #kassandra #eivor #ac soma #eivor x reader #kassandra x reader #soma x reader #meme dump

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rea-grimm · 4 months ago

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Weapon Bayek, Alexios, Eivor

Bayek - Chopes

Together with Bayek you followed Templar to the arena. To get closer to him, you entered the tournaments. Truthfully, you didn't really want to do it, but Bayek convinced you that it was the right thing to do.

Bayek was your real weapon. Before the fight, you checked your pads while you examined the tattoo, the mark on your wrist.

It was an eagle-headed chopesh on a part of the blade decorated with hyreoglyphs. The hilt of the sword was bound in a way that reminded you of Bayek's clothes.

Asasin promised you everything would be alright and kissed you in encouragement. He knew you would make it.

You had to survive five fights in the arena to get to the Temolar, who was in the last one. All in all, you and Bayek did well and managed to defeat a few enemies without a fight, when you pushed them into the traps that were set in the arena.

In the last round you had a Templar waiting for you, to which you discovered that it had sold out as a weapon and become a demon. It was a really tough fight, and at one point you were even worried if you were going to make it at all.

Eventually though, with the help of an asasin, you managed to create a special attack that you used to defeat the Templar. Bayek then ate his soul. He said he didn't like doing it, that these souls were disgusting, but again, he did it so that they wouldn't appear on earth among the living.

After all that, Bayek took you to the edge of town to thank you for the way you fought today. You sat in the grass under the palm trees, fresh fruit on a cloth beside you, and watched the sunset together.

Gradually, you would sit closer. You'd lay your head on his shoulder and he'd kiss you on the lips.

Alexios - Tip of the spear

You were locked up in the prison of Cosmos. You were forced there because of the mark of the weapon on your wrist. The broken spear that you were carrying. But you didn't tell them anything because you hadn't found your weapon yet.

You heard screams and alarms from all over. The one who caused it was a mythios named Alexios who freed you and who wanted to know why you were being held there. After all, they wouldn't do that without a reason.

You told him you were being held there because of a weapon you didn't have. Alexios took you in his arms, since you were weak from the torture, and made his escape with you.

Cosmos was ready for you and prevented you from escaping. You were trapped. Alexios, however, had such an inkling of his master. You didn't want to fight, but you had no choice at the moment.

Alexios turned into a weapon and you grabbed him. The weapon began to glow and golden threads appeared around you, creating a perfectly fitting suit of armor. In your mind you could hear Alexios giving you advice on fighting, but you felt so connected to him that you didn't even need the advice. Eventually you got out of there unharmed.

When you got to safety, Alexios decided to keep you as his master. He made it far on his own, but with your help, he was able to defeat his sister, whom he held in his spare cosmos.

You were hesitant. You were glad you found your weapon, but you didn't know if his lifestyle was for you. Alexios took your hand surprisingly gently, the tattoo on it proving that you belonged together.

It was the end of a spear, with a damascus blade that was speckled with gold, forming the head of an eagle. The hilt was wrapped in red cloth, and the ends of it were interwoven with gold.

Alexios kissed your fingertips to show you that he wasn't just brute force, but could be gentle as well.

Eivor - One-handed battle axe

Eivor's previous master was Haytham, but he was not his true master, and he would be returning to Syria shortly.

Eivor was in a bad mood that day, as Haytham told me the news that he would be without a master very soon. By this time, you had joined the village. You were a new member of the village, a master without a weapon, who washed up on the shore of their settlement.

You had no idea you were only left in the village because of the mark on your wrist. Even though everyone told you that you were an honorary member of the village, you felt like you were in a prison because you weren't allowed to leave or leave without supervision.

You walked past the Viking and headed towards a less populated area of the village. You tried to give the impression that you were just out for a walk, but at the first opportunity you wanted to escape.

You were on the edge of the village when Eivor grabbed your arm. You slipped away and grabbed him like a weapon. Unexpectedly, a protector appeared on your arm. But you didn't care. You stuck him in a tree and took off running.

You didn't get very far, though, because the Viking caught up with you and knocked you down. Now that he knew you were his true master, he wasn't going to let you go. He threw you over his shoulder and carried you back to the village. You were about to be promoted. Eivor moved you into his longhouse, and gradually the Viking grew on you.

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canaidliafail · 2 years ago

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mead & wine

kassandra x reader x eivor

College AU ( is anyone even surprised lmao ) CW: pure unedited filth

“I hope everyone happier than me dies”

“Hello?????”

Randvi said, pulling away from her book looking at you in astonishment. You rolled your eyes with a scoff and she smacked your arm hard causing you to flinch and pull away

“This is pathetic. YOU are pathetic”

“I don't know how you wanna handle your breakup but I just lost another job offer cause of her so I will stay bitter”

“Oh come on it wasn’t even that good of a job offer. Im telling you the best is yet to come”

you squinted and lowered your brows. she checked her phone and perked up at the row of messages popping up on her lockscreen. Randvi, the gorgeous and funny woman that she was, already had a new little fling going on with a girl majoring in film and she was hooked on her new found love having already long forgotten her rotten apple of an ex, Sigurd

A small smile rounded your cheeks and you rested your head on the palm of your hand waiting for her to type out her response. She put her phone back on the table and turned to look at you with a sheepish little grin and flushed cheeks

“Sorry, I’m listening I swear-“

“relax, I'm just happy to see you all giddy again. Is it going well?”

she nodded and bit her lip looking up in thought

“See I’ve had a crush on Valka for a while now…But couldn’t do anything about it…You know. Since I was already so long with Sigurd and I didn’t think my parents would be ok with me..Not being with a man but now…” her brows lifted up and her smile widened. You knew she had a clear visual of her new crush Valka as she spoke

“But the way they were so supportive and also Valka being so excited to take this somewhere its just…Its so perfect”

You rubbed her arm soothingly

“Im really happy for you. The Gods know you deserved someone who actually was present and willing to do things for you and with you and now you have someone this great, Im just really happy for you Randvi”

she nodded and then turned around to look at you

“Oh actually, We are having a gathering. We will watch a movie and play cards over at dormitory B with Valkas friends. You should join us. Would do you good to get out”

“Randvi I…” You started and looked down at your notebook. You crinkled the edge of the paper and chewed on the inside of your cheek. It had been two..maybe three months since you did anything remotely exciting that didn’t include work or studying. You had barely found a peace of mind with all the chaos that stormed your life and you weren’t sure you wanted to go outside your apartment yet

“Im sorry I’ll have to pass…”

Randvi got up and grabbed your notebook smacking your in the head

“HEY OUCH?! and second of all BITCH?!”

“You have rotted on your couch enough. The planks must have the shape of your ass at this point. Im not listening. You are coming tonight with me”

“Randvi I dont need a pick me up now-“

“yes you do and quite frankly your opinion doesn’t matter you moldy sack of starch”

“starch?”

“nothing better came to mind. Don’t dwell on that. Listen I have one last lecture and then Ill come by the apartment to pick up some clothes ok? We will get dressed up, We will look hot and we will have some good time”

you rolled your eyes and slumped further down in the bar stool

“whatever you say goes”

“Ay, There you go!”

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Kassandra was fed up with her roommate having yet another hangover from drinking too much the night before. Kass loved to drink, certainly not as much as Eivor but she could hold her own, however this was the second day she had to go all the way down to the cafeteria to ask for ice and buy crackers for Eivor to shove down her throat. Kassandra considered replacing ice with a fist. A punch could sober her up well enough no? Usually it was her roommate being the aggressive and impatient one however today's spectacle was ruining every plan she made for the night and she had enough of it.

She slammed the door shut behind her and hit the bottom of Eivors bunk bed

“Get up”

Eivor groaned and rolled around to look at the brunette who had a nasty grin ready to toss the bag of ice on the blondes head

“You owe me one today as well which makes…a lifetime of favors of me taking care of your sorry ass”

“wasn't my fault you shitface”

she went to bark but fell back on her elbows from the pounding headache making her ears ring

“My brother is depressed from his break up and he is insufferable without a glass of vodka”

“glass eivor? You chugged down half the bars menu”

“he was growing more painful every second and I had to adjust to the task at hand”

“alright. How about the new task at hand. Half the campus saw you on his story gyrating with another girl. Eivor you were in your sports bra and was about to take that off as well”

“what?!”

that woke her up fast enough and she shot out of the bed and grabbed Kass by her shirt

“what did you say?”

“nothing. This is too entertaining for me to intervene. Fate would be mad at me you know” she said with a pout and Eivor was about to start swinging while Kassandra easily dodged every loose punch thrown her way

“ante re malaka, I'm joking. I talked to Sigurd and he took it down. So I expect you to return the favor”

“Kassandra I-!”

“you’re welcome” she said and grabbed her cheeks squeezing hard and shaking her face before tossing her off balance and letting her fall back on the bed

“So, your brothers ex…Randvi?”

“yeah?”

“Aren’t you all meeting up at Valkas today to watch movies?”

Eivor grabbed a fistful of ice and buried your face in her palms to ease the pain as she hummed in agreement

“Randvi has a friend. A friend that I like and I asked for her to bring to your get together today and since Im YOUR friend you will bring me”

Eivor let out a long sigh and before she could speak she paused

“Wait, her friend? the short one?”

“she is your height”

“fuck off, you know who I mean. The one who dyes her hair regularly and is her roommate?”

“yeah her…why? No don’t tell me-“

“Yes I will I called dibs first”

They stared at each other for a long hard moment, neither of them sure of what to do or say. Neither of them had talked to you before. Partially due to the fact that you were really confusing to figure out on whether you were single or not and you had a tendency to vanish the second they were starting to get used to your presence in the local bars. Kassandra being ballsier and hornier asked Randvi straight out about you while Eivor seemed to be waiting to feel out the mood tonight at the get together.

“Ok listen “

“No you listen” Eivor interrupted and tossed the ice back in the plastic bag

“Ill take you there and we can just have fun. I don’t know if Randvi even managed to convince her to come but at the end of the day its up to her to choose between the two of us right?”

“yeah. No hard feelings if she ends up with you”

“likewise”

and that, was a fat stack of horseshit

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They walked down the halls to Valkas place

“nice pants. new?”

“no, had them buried in a pile in my closet. Hey aren’t you gonna catch a cold with the sleeveless top?”

“no I'm good. We will be indoors anyways”

Eivor wore baggy jeans that comfortably sat low on her hips showing her inked, sharp V lines and her hair was rebraided with new rings and stones. Kass wore a white tight top without a bra that outlined her chest in an awfully nice way with her nipple piercings shamelessly outlined through the thin fabric and if they weren’t so busy hating each others ego and guts they would have fucked each other in the elevator but currently their brain was muddy with the thought of you and how to win you over. To everyone around ,they looked like hyenas ready to pounce.

At the get together at first they only found Randvi, Valka and Ciara. Later Alexios -kass’ brothe- joined with his girlfriend and they tried not to let their sour mood show on their face. Kassandra did at least. Eivor was pouting and was rude and snappish to everybody. That was until you made an appearance walking through the door and greeting everybody without really looking at them and going straight to Randvi

“hey did you take my keys?”

“oh fuck I probably did cause I couldnt find my own” she said in faked surprise and Kass wnated to mentally high five the ging in that moment. She was a real one and she made a mental note to gift her a bottle of wine later that week

“Hey since you are here why don’t you stay over?”

“I dont know, I had a really long lecture and..”

“oh please do us the favor. I've been dying to meet randvis mysterious roommate” Kass intervened and walked up to you offering a hand in greeting. You looked up in genuine curiosity and there was an unmistakable lustful glint in your eyes

“do you now” you asked and turned your body to face the tall greek demigod - as described by Kassandra herself-

“You see a cute girl, you ask for her number. its the natural order of things” she teased and you chuckled looking to the side seemingly flustered before you attempted to hold eye contact for a little longer

“Who are you?”

“Kassandra. I’m”

“ooooh” you said and then cut yourself of regretting your reaction

“shit, didn't mean to make that expression out loud” you joked and Kass tried to laugh it off as well

shit

She didn’t like that oh. It meant you have heard of her from one of her past flings which she did try to end things on good terms. As good as ghosting someone after a one night stand could be at least. She was yanked back from a strong grip on her shoulder as Eivor stepped up to steal the spotlight

“Ease up on the girl Kass”

you turned to look at the norse and your demeanor changed in seconds

“Your braids- they are amazing. Is your hair this thick or are these extensions?” you asked and took a step sideways and towards her. Eivor subconsciously touched her braids pulling them to the front and showed them off proudly, bragging about their cultural meaning and you chimed in, perked up and eager to learn more.

Kassandra was leaning against the wall behind you having you trapped between their bodies in a way that sparked up a new idea in Kassandras filthy brain. Her eyes searched for Eivors and when they met she was sure that the same thought crossed their mind.

You looked awfully nice in the middle and the two mascs could certainly get used to such a sight

“You should come by our place. Eivor braided my hair once as well. She is skilled with her hands you know”

the brunette teased and run her fingers through your hair as if measuring the length

“If that's something you’d be into. It will take a few hours though”

she agreed and you looked behind you and then back to your front in realization of the position you were in. You shifted your weight from one leg to the other and hiked up your skirt a tad, discreetly as if to fix your outfit

“That sounds fun. I could compensate you for the effort by bringing coffee and my sunny personality”

“that sounds like a deal”

and before they could get comfortable with your presence you slipped out of the tight space they formed around you and in a smooth motion walked to the door

“Well then have fun tonight. Ill see you girls around”

and left the room. They stood there awkwardly refusing to make eye contact at how pathetic they probably looked to everyone around them. Valka let out a sigh

“Its ok you can leave”

And they both relaxed, tension leaving their bodies as they made their way to the door

“Ok ok cool cause like we-“

“Yes I know why you came. Goodnight”

The two women left in a hurry to catch up to you since you had conveniently forgotten to leave your ig handle or any other form of contact that they could reach you through.

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It happened fast and the first time the three of you found yourselves alone. As alone as one can be at a public library. In your defense it was after hours and there were maybe one or two other students at the east end of the room where there were desks with computers while you three sat at the far back of the library on the couches by the large windows. Kassandra had snuck in a bottle of wine bragging that an uncle of hers made it himself and what was supposed to be a group study turned into a sloppy make out session with you on all fours on the couch,hands flat on the velvet fabrics on each side of Eivors thighs who had a tight grip on your cheeks pulling you in to deepen the kiss.

Eivor was a good kisser. You never thought you could ever kiss someone and reach a near death-like orgasmic state. She had skill when her velvet tongue caressed yours and the way it folded over the walls in your mouth had you begging for more and moaning in the midst of it.

“Fuck this view is good”

Whispered Kass as she pressed her thumb against the wet patch forming on your underwear. She rubbed the spot around your clit and you flinched letting out a moan. She had bunched up your skirt around your waist enjoying the view of your ass.

She looked around and leaned back to check if anyone was coming to their spot.

While you were covered enough thanks to the tall bookshelves separating the sitting areas she wanted to make sure that this view would be reserved for them alone. Kassandra didn’t care about getting caught in the midst of an indecent act but she would be bothered if anyone else would get sight so easily of what she fought to get access to for a few months now.

She adjusted her position again, spreading her legs further away to get closer to you and Eivor broke contact in that moment

“Someone’s coming?”

“No we’re good”

And before you could ask about the situation Kass was back,stimulating every nerve ending and sense in your brain by pulling your bright red underwear to the side and swiping her thick fingers through your folds collecting the wetness and leaning in to taste it. Your moan was thankfully drowned by Eivors lips crashing against her while her hands worked their way beneath your top and started caressing your chest and brushing over your nipples teasing the spot. You took the initiative to move your hand to undo her heavy belt, the noise of the metallic clasp ringing in the empty halls.

By now, Kass was knuckle deep in your pussy fingering you at a steady pace, reminding you to keep your back arched for her while Eivor on the other hand held your head low on her crotch bearing her teeth in an attempt to be quiet while you ate her out diligently. Your hair that she spent hours accessorizing with stones and rings was a mess in her tight grip now. Her knuckles were white as she pushed you against her cunt to which you obliged with content eager to push your tongue deeper in her hole, loving her scent and taste and the way her thighs twitched and started to shake from the upcoming orgasm. You yourself were barely holding on with Kassandra mercilessly destroying your pussy and whispering filthy praises all the while.

Your knees gave out the second your orgasm washed over you and you sat back on the couch resting your head on Eivors thigh while she gently caressed your hair now. Kassandra took her time to fix up your clothes being terribly tender with every move as if she was holding a priceless artifact in her hands.

It didn’t end there. Of course it didn’t. Because once they felt out how smoothly everything rolled with you three they had to keep going. So you ended up in Dormitory C and the second the door closed behind you Kassandras was already pushing you on her bed impatiently trying to get out of her baggy jean overalls while Eivor opened her closet to get out her leather strap on. Kassandra, like the whore that she was, had been strapped before they even left the house and so the minute her pants came off she eased her way in between your thighs and reached for the lube in the drawer of her bed table.

They took turns fucking you and in that moment you had the epiphany that being a whore was the best choice you took that day.

“I don’t know who to choose, they are both hot”

“Then go with both of them, Be a whore” Randvi suggested with a wink and you took her advice to heart. She would be proud tomorrow when you told her of this night over coffee

Kassandra lost all sense of time and space and by the time you all were worn out it was 5 am. You were laying on their living rooms couch, a series you forgot the title of playing on their Tv. You were on Kassandras chest, your cheek against her soft breasts while her hands caressed your hair and lower,laid Eivor between your thighs, arms wrapped around your waist and head on your sternum with her face buried in your neck near the countless bite marks that they left.

Kassandra made plans to make you breakfast. Not that she knew how to cook but she could cut up a few fruits and maybe finally use that espresso machine that Eivor bought a few months ago. The next day however the only one in her lap was her roommate who once was awake was as distraught to see that you were nowhere around

“Did she just…leave?”

EIvor would have laughed at Kassandras face for finally being the one ghosted however this specific situation directly affected her as well since Eivor was also ditched

“No, I don't think so. Wait” Eivor stood up and walked over to the coffee table to see a note left by you.

I borrowed your hoodie. Ill wash it and tell Randvi to give it to you <3

“Are you fucking with me right now?!”

Kassandra walked over and smirked

“Oh thats hot”

“Are you fucked in the head ? Like are you actually dumb?” Eivor angrily yelled and Kassandra just kept laughing

“Oh come on. Don’t tell me that what she just pulled didn’t make her that much more attractive. I say we one up what we did last night and make her ours”

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Randvi was yelling at you for an hour half excited and half mad

“Why?! WHY?!” She held you by your shoulders shaking you like a rag doll and you just grinned refusing to take anything seriously

“Because Randvi I know the shit that they pull. Hell every girl they fucked around campus has being ghosted or cheated on or other shit. I had a good night but I don’t want to get attached”

Randvi frowned and seemed slightly let down. Hard to accept and harder to deny was the fact that indeed, Eivor and Kassandra had been leaving a series of broken hearts in their path however she could at least testify that Eivor did it because the blonde confessed to having a crush on you for a long time now and only fooled around with others until you were available.

“I think you should give it a shot. Can’t be worse than your last ex”

“No see it can because with them, sex was good”

And Randvi choked on her juice

No matter what grand plan you had to avoid getting entangled with them, The two were set on finding you and they did. Easily enough. You were drinking coffee at the cafeteria,headset on with a book in your head reading and enjoying your peaceful afternoon which they very excitedly ruined. Kassandra wrapped an arm around you sitting on the chair next to yours and Eivor pressed her palm against your lower back in greeting. You rested your headphones around your neck and looked at them

“Oh hi..ugh whats up”

Kass smirked and looked up at her roommate who licked her teeth as her smile widened. Her voice was dry, scratching that itch in your brain that made it awfully pleasing to listen to her speak and even better to hear her loud moans. Eivor caught the shift in your eyes and how the pupils seemed to dilate

“Someone is excited to see us”

“Bold” You remarked and leaned back against your bar stool your eyes going from Eivors blue to Kassandras hazelnut gaze

Why the hell not

You thought and decided to indulge them while they got comfortable around you. One thing led to another and you were yet again naked in the bathroom stall while they devoured every inch of your body.

Soon enough you found yourself more and more at their place and you would catch the way their body language changed and how they started using pet names more frequently with you. You didn’t dwell too much on that shift being someone who needed to be told things out right to understand them. You found out that according to them, you three had been dating for a month. The way you found out was at a party when a girl was hitting on you. You weren’t interested but when she asked if you were seeing anyone you told your version of truth which was

“No not really”

And word traveled fast at the party. So that night Eivor dragged you back to their apartment and had you choking on her strap while Kass pounded in you from behind

“Single huh? Is this how you get fucked when you are single then?!” She growled while you failed to see what she was angry about enjoying the delightful punishment that you were receiving

“So two ain’t enough for you? You need more people to fuck you?” Kassandra hissed while dizzy with the sight of your pussy stretched around her cock that glistened from your cum.

That night none of you were sure if someone was angry or horny or both and sat down to talk about whatever occurred at the party the next morning with coffee. You felt uncomfortable having such a serious conversation and when Kass asked

“So what are we?” You were convinced there was a glitch in the matrix. You couldn’t understand how you managed to make these two hang by every word coming out of your lips. Eivor was fidgeting with her cup while standing next to the window pretending not to care much. Kassandra had the same easy going smile but her knuckles were white from her clenched fists.

“I..Didn’t think you two considered us to be..like a thing I mean…You two are smart enough. I’m sure you know what they say about you two”

And kassandra flinched while eivor clenched her jaw

“No yeah we know but I figured since we…spent so much time together it meant something more” You nodded and found yourself melt at Kassandras visible vulnerability

“Didn’t it?”

You smiled and walked over to her gently holding her cheek in your hand and caressing the soft tan flesh. She relaxed in your touch

“I like what we three have going on. I wouldn’t mind if it were to become something more. No need to rush into anything though”

Eivor found the confidence to walk back towards you and face you

“No sure but…we want this” she exclaimed and you looked at them not believing what a turn your life had taken in less then a month.

“Alright then” you agreed and she relaxed leaning down to kiss you

“And sorry if I was a little rough with you last night”

You smiled in the kiss and shoved her face out of yours “You aren’t sorry at all” and she graced you with a wolfish grin that confirmed your statement.

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Im suffering with Kasseivor thoughts these days and you all should as well

#kasseivor #kassandra x reader #eivor x reader #kassandra x eivor x reader #ac valhalla #ac oddysey #kassandra x eivor #randvi x valka

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e-wwis · 1 year ago

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I'm back to singlehandedly feeding all of dyke enthusiast nation 🗣️‼️

I wonder what they're talking about...

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years ago

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Assassin's reactions to you trying to learn their native language?

Sure thing!

altair

He’s standing in the doorway when he hears you practicing some words in Arabic. He does commend your efforts for learning but let the master show you how. He is a patient tutor, and he thinks it’s cute when you learn ‘habibi’

edward

I know he speaks English but he is from Wales

If you speak Welsh, it feels like “coming home” for him. A familiar feeling that he feels comfortable with, you two carrying on full conversations in Welsh sometimes.

shay

Kinda same thing for Shay

Speaking Irish Gaeilge/Gaelic is a “safe, familiar” feeling for him, and he’s more than eager to help teach you if you’re curious.

yusuf

Learning Turkish in your spare time is an endeavor but he’s so sweet about it, commending you for learning a new language and eagerly sets aside time for study lessons

ezio

He’s so flattered you’re learning Italian and he’s more into it than you are in trying to learn. But he’s also the super flirty one trying to teach you all the affectionate terms

connor

You’ve always been curious about him and figured a good way to know about him is to study his language. He heard you practicing one day when he comes to the Homestead, and swears his heart started to flutter. Sure he says he’s just trying to help, as if he’s not looking for a way to be closer to you.

aya and bayek

You a new recruit from a different region, and you knew said Founders were adamant about having skills. That being said, Aya commends you for learning the Egyptian dialect and Bayek is such a patient teacher.

arno

He’s going all in when you’re starting to learn French, thinking it sounds so cute when you’re trying to pronounce words and yes, teaches you the flirty ones first

kassandra

It’s nice to have such an accomplished tutor with Kassandra, and learning Greek just seems more fun when she teaches you. That and the other hundreds of dialects shes picked up over the centuries

eivor

Learning Nordic is not easy but whenever Eivor teaches you, it just sounds more melodic with how smooth their voice is you get lost in it

basim

I’d like to think he’d take a more direct approach in teaching you Arabic, dropping a few dialects he’s picked up in Baghdad or in the House of Knowledge.

Bonus

If you speak a different language around Jacob and Evie, I’d imagine they would be curious about learning a new dialect and would even drop a few new learned words around you

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insertlatestfictionalcrushhere · 2 years ago

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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

#fictional crushes #miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #spiderman #miguel x reader #sevika x reader #vi x reader #kassandra x reader #eivor x reader #ac odyssey #arcane #smut

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femlesbianbarbie · 2 years ago

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Female Eivor HeadCanons

Pairing: Fem Eivor x Fem Reader

Notes: This is probably ooc I haven’t gotten through the entire game yet so I don’t know her character very well.

She is warm blooded and will take every chance to wrap you in her arms.

Borrowing her clothes is a must she would think it was so adorable. Seeing you walking around in just her tunic would drive her crazy.

We all know Eivor has a thing for Cats. Which means she is constantly bringing some sad little kitten into your guys bed. She always says this one is the last but it never ends. Soon you just have a horde of cats following you everywhere.

You are the only one she lets touch her hair. She definitely teaches you how to braid her hair if you don’t already know. It becomes a bonding experience your you two.

She is constantly bringing you little hand carved trinkets she makes while out running errands . You have a collection of small wooden animals.

Feast nights are the best because Eivor will spend all night drinking and flaunting you to everyone who will listen. she will just go on and on about how amazing you are before you eventually have to drag her away so she will stop harassing people.

She keeps a journal she writes in whenever she thinks about you. It is full of poems and Pressed Flowers.

Another thing about flowers you always ave a vase of wildflowers sitting on your shelf. She picks each one purposeful and will tell you the meaning behind each and everyone of them.

#Eivor Varinsdóttir #eivor x reader #lady eivor #female eivor

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greenaway-torres · 1 year ago

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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.”

#x reader #lesbian imagine #x y/n smut #lesbiansmut #x you smut #abby anderson #eivor wolfkissed #kassandra #eivor x reader #butch lesbian #femme4butch #girl dick #grayson x reader #sevika x reader

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that-basic-simp · 5 months ago

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Dis Dane

Fem! Eivor x Fem! Reader CW: N/A WC: 3.3k+ A/N: Get it. It's because they call Vikings Danes. And it's a play on words of the word "disdain". I'll see myself out.

This is not good. Not one bit. As soon as I saw their boat sailing through our waters, I knew we were in for it. They were always brutes and whenever the first wave of Danes came, it was all over for us. This was a new world for them and all they ever knew was pillaging and violence. They didn't speak the language of the English. They certainly did not have the intelligence either. Now, there are more and more of them coming from across the sea. They must be stopped if we are to ensure the safety of our current people and the next generation.

I tried to tell that to my father, as he was a nobleman under the King's court. He did not listen and now the Danes were on our doorstep, slaughtering our people, taking what is not rightfully theirs. And it was all because the King could not see what was happening under his own nose. It was madness. New blood was spilled everyday and the livestock was growing thin. The farmers had fled East, away from the Danes and further into England. More and more people continue to flee and what do we do? Stay and do nothing. I was not going to become another victim.

I set out late in the night, so that it was dark as could be. The only thing that would light my way was the moon. I did not dare use a torch as it would give me away easily. Once I walked right past the gates, since we were running low on guards and soldiers, I was into farmland that was burnt or overwhelmed by the stench of dead animal carcasses. Wolves and other predatory animals found a home there and they were another threat to us.

After passing another set of gates and stepping onto the bridge, I turned and looked at the large castle in the distance. For my entire life I had lived there. I grew up with my father and sat beside princes, noblemen, everyone who held power. I remembered so many feasts whenever we had taken over new land or gained new allies. Our empire was growing, but now, it would see its end by the Danes. I for one would not want to witness such a powerful empire be brought down by a bunch of savages.

The night grew on and I grew tired and weary from walking. I had no idea how far East some of our people went. I expected to see some settlements by the river, as that brought in great opportunity for trade and hunting. But there was nothing. Those settlements were burnt down or pillaged. So much for settling on the river side after fleeing. The moon started to get higher in the sky and my feet were growing more weary by the minute. I had to press on. I couldn't stop, not even for one minute. But as the weariness washed over me, I found myself sitting down underneath a small cliff.

Sounds of metal and snickers caused me to wake from my slumber. I opened my eyes to find my arms were tied behind my back and my ankles bound. I was laying on the ground so all I could do was wriggle around like a useless worm. I let out a sigh as there were some men sitting in a circle by a fire.

"Unhand me, Danes!"

One man turned. They weren't Danes. They were Saxons. Bandits.

"You're really going to lump us in with them?" he asked.

"You can be as brutish as the Danes. Now unhand me. My father will hear about this."

"Can't do much now," he said, shaking his hand. "Your kind is as useful as thralls."

The others started to laugh while I just continued to lay on the ground in the cold. The moon was starting to dip down and little streaks of daylight were crawling onto the night sky. They got up once the sun was up and started to mill about their camp, getting ready to set off to who knows where. And I unfortunately was going to be with them. If only someone could save me.

A bush nearby started to rustle and I turned as much as I could to find there was something blue that stared back at me. I was about to scream, but a hand reached out and covered my mouth. Their face poked out from the bush and a finger was over their lips. I nodded my head and they removed their hand, receding back into the bushes. Over the course of ten minutes, the men who were in the camp were slowly being dealt with by this assassin. Once the last man was no longer standing, the person stood up. A Dane. I was saved by a filthy Dane?

She came over and cut off my bindings. I stood up and immediately slapped her, which she had no reaction to.

"You think a little slap can hurt me?" she asked in a low, raspy voice. It was like nails on a wall.

"Of all people, I am saved by a Dane!"

"You should be grateful. Your own kind wanted to use you."

"How do you know?"

"I followed them ever since they took you."

"And you just now decided to intervene?"

"Seems you were enjoying the show from down there," she snickered.

"I'll have you know--"

She reached over and pressed a finger to my lips.

"Little lady, I don't care who you are, what power you hold. If you're not someone I need to associate with, I will be on my way."

I smacked her hand away, "Get those rotund fingers away from me."

"Why? Afraid you might like them a bit too much?" she grinned.

"How uncouth! I would never associate with a Dane in such sinful manner."

"Not what I was implying, but ok."

"I must be going."

"And where exactly are you going?"

"Why? Are you going to follow me?"

"If you continue to be a target, I might as well."

"I am not some damsel in distress."

"You just were earlier."

"Fine, if I am to be a damsel in distress, I might as well wait for my knight in shining armor. An actual knight in shining armor."

She smacked her lips and shook her head, "I could have just let you be used as a thrall. I could have let those men have their way with you."

"I'd prefer that than be saved by someone like you."

"Believe me, my kind are not as bad as your people lead you to believe," she walked off.

"Can I at least get your name?" I asked.

"Now you want to be nice?"

"Just so I can put a name to your face. So I can avoid it later."

She laughed and removed the bear head she wore. Her blonde braided hair came into view and it made her piercing blue eyes stand out. There was a marking on the right side of her head and I could see some tattoos on her arms.

"Eivor," she said before putting the bear head back on, walking off into the woods.

Eivor. I shouldn't be thinking about her, even after I had finally made it East and found a small settlement to be a part of. Things were going smoothly for me and even if I wasn't in some fancy castle, it was nice being with like minded people with a similar disdain for the Danes. But as the days turned into weeks and people have been talking about the growth of a certain population of Danes, I couldn't help but think back to Eivor and that fateful night.

How the right corner of her mouth tipped upwards into a smirk. Those dangerous, yet gentle eyes that looked like the seas itself. And the blonde hair that looked like the wheat in the fields, soft and thick. Then it was the skin on her face, the scar that stretched across her left cheek. Through the ruggedness of her personality, that appeared to be the only soft thing about her.

"Y/N!"

I opened the door and found one of the villagers with someone. Wait a minute.

"Someone wishes to speak with you."

"Thank you," I said and walked towards the person. I could tell who they were just by their height and build.

I reached down and grabbed her hand, pulling her into my small house. As soon as the door closed, I ripped the hood of her cloak off.

"How'd you know it was me?" she chuckled.

"I could just smell the blood on you," I hissed.

"Really?"

She grabbed the corner of the hood and raised it to her face, taking a deep inhale.

"I just washed this."

"Idiot!" I said and smacked her upside the head.

"Hey, hey."

"I wasn't being serious."

"You need to lighten up," Eivor said and spun around the house.

"Small, yet cozy."

"What are you doing here? And how did you find me?"

"How can you eat and sleep in here? I'd be afraid of burning the place down," she tapped the small pot that was over the fire with her foot.

"Hey, stop that."

"And you sleep on that? Little lady, you really down graded from the once luxurious life you had."

"I'm actually happy."

"You are?" she turned, an eyebrow perking up.

"Yes. I am. I am happy here because I have a commune that share similar ideals and morals."

"Let me guess, you all hate the Danes. Us."

"Yes. Which I am surprised you were able to step a foot in here."

"I have to blend in where I can."

"Anyway, what are you doing here?"

"Came to see you. More like check in on you."

"It's been weeks since we had last spoken and now you're coming after me? What are you? A stalker?"

"It's not stalking if I had no idea where you went in the first place. Call it tracking."

"Alright, how did you track me?"

"Asked around of course. How else?"

"You didn't send a spy?"

"Synin is hardly a spy," she said.

"Synin?"

Eivor stepped towards the window and held out her arm, a sharp whistle came from her lips. A raven, black as night and large like a bull's head, came flying in and landed on her arm.

"This is Synin."

"She's huge," I exclaimed and stepped towards her.

The raven didn't even fly away or step back. She didn't even try to peck at me.

"May I?"

"Of course."

I reached over and rubbed the feathers. The raven let out a small caw of appreciation before I pulled my hand away.

"She's beautiful."

"The finest raven I have ever seen," Eivor said. "She's one of my best friends."

"Are you friends with all the animals?" I chuckled.

"More or less," Eivor stuck her arm out of the window and Synin flew off.

"You should leave," I said.

"Kicking me out already?" Eivor laughed.

"No, it's just that, once word travels that a Dane was here, everyone will be searching one another's houses and stuff. It is best that you keep a low profile and don't come here as often."

"I can handle myself."

"I know you can. But I don't want to be the reason I am ostracized from the village."

"Even if they do, I can always bring you back to Ravensthorpe."

I slowly nodded my head, "That's generous of you, Eivor. But would your people be willingly open to let my kind in? Especially after the way we've treated you?"

"We've seen change lately. For better and for worse. But even if you feel threatened by my clan, I won't hesitate to step in."

I smiled, "Thank you, Eivor."

I just realized my heart pounded against my chest, my face had grown warm and I felt light headed, like I was going to faint any second. What was this Dane doing to me? Was she cursed? Had she cursed me to feel this way? No. She's not like how my people describe her to be. She's different. And I've been blindly eating what my people feed me.

"I'll leave the back door open for you. Come any time. Preferably at night."

She smiled at me, "Thank you."

The back door swung open and she raised her hood on her cloak. She waved goodbye to me and stepped out of the house, heading back to where Ravensthorpe was. As she departed, something slipped out from behind her and onto the ground. I quickly went out and grabbed it before I came back inside. It looked like it was part of the gear she wears. Like one of her furs. I looked around the house before I brought the fabric to my face, taking in the scent of it. No blood. It smelt of the river and fish, the air and the birds, the pine of the trees and fresh grass. Of all people for me to be friends with, it was a Dane. I shouldn't be calling her that. A Norse woman.

I opened my eyes and found someone sitting across from me. I almost yelped and leapt out of my bed, but after I found it was Eivor, my heart calmed before it began to beat rapidly again. Her head was slumped over and her left arm was resting on her left leg as it was bent upwards. Her right leg was against the floor while her right arm was just dangling beside her. I couldn't help but smile. I got up and stepped towards her. I shook her shoulder a bit, but she remained asleep. I grabbed underneath her arms and dragged her to the bed. That was a struggle as I didn't know she had that much muscle density to her body. Once she was on the bed, I pulled a blanket over her.

"Sleep well, Eivor."

I began to do my daily chores about my house and by mid afternoon, after I had come back from helping a lady milk her cows, Eivor was awake.

"Did you bring me into your bed?"

"Yes. You looked uncomfortable sleeping against the wall."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," I said and put some things down on a small table, preparing dinner for tonight.

"I still never got your name."

I turned around and was face to face with her, those curious eyes looking right back into mine.

"Y-Y/N," I stuttered.

That was new.

"Y/N," she repeated. "Beautiful."

There was a long silence between us. Unlike the other silent moments I have experienced, this felt natural and comfortable.

"I should be going. It's getting late."

She was about to take off through the back door, but I reached over and grabbed her hand.

"Stay," I said.

"Why?"

"Stay for dinner."

"Do you need help preparing the meal?"

"I should be ok. Thank you."

The night was an interesting one. She told me stories of her journey from Norway and how she sailed across the sea with her people. She told stories of her raids and how she would kill those who needed to be killed. I could listen to her talk all day. That low, raspy voice was tickling something in the back of my head. It made me feel giddy inside, light weight. Like I was floating on cloud nine. After dinner was cleaned up, she bid me farewell and headed into the night. This would soon become our daily routine before a month later, someone was catching on.

"That person that keeps visiting you," the lady with the cows said.

"What about them?"

"You two seem to like one another."

"Not at first we didn't."

"They're mysterious."

"Indeed they are."

"How are they? Are they kind? Gentle? Brutish?"

I squeezed one of the udders too hard and the cow mooed loudly. I released my grip and turned to face the lady.

"I know who that person is."

"Y-You do?"

"They're a Dane."

My mouth opened and closed, but words have failed me.

"They're not causing any trouble."

"Not yet. They're all the same. Once we do something that they don't like, they're going to kill us. Slaughter us all like how they did back at home! We cannot let this happen again."

"You must believe me," I stood up, wiping my hands on my apron. "She would never hurt us."

"She?!"

"Yes. She. Not all Danes are men. And not all Danes are the same. Hell, they're not Danes. They're Norse!"

"A month ago you were talking to us about how you left the city to escape the Danes. Escape what could possible be our downfall. A month ago you were spitting on the dirt they walked on. Now, you're friends with one. Have they plagued your mind, Y/N? Have they made you commit sins against your own kind?"

"Eivor would never!"

My eyes widened and I slapped a hand to my mouth.

"Eivor," the lady whispered. "That's her name?"

I didn't move, but the tears forming in my eyes gave it away.

"Leave at once."

I ran back to the house and that night, when Eivor came, she was knocking on the back door as I had locked it. I had put something over the window and I locked the front door. She tried the front door, tried the window, but I wouldn't let her in. I can't anymore. For both of our safety.

"Y/N, if you don't open the door I am going to break it down."

"Fine, fine. G-Give me a second."

I got up and unlocked it. As soon as she stepped in, a worried look came across her face.

"Y/N, is something wrong, dear?"

"They know."

"Who knows?"

"This lady I milk cows with. She knows about you."

Eivor closed the door and pulled me into a tight embrace. The smell of the woods and river hit me. It reminded me of home. How I could smell the river from just opening my window and I could look out at the woods from the city. Tears filled my eyes and I found myself silently sobbing in her arms. Of all people, it was a person my people hated. It was someone I hated before. But now, how could I ever hate someone who is so soft and kind, gentle and caring as much as Eivor?

"Shh, shh," she cooed in my ear as she ran her hand through my hair. "We have to leave then."

"Where would we go?" I asked.

"I told you. If anything happens, you'd come to Ravensthorpe with me."

I pulled away and found the worried expression was replaced with a serious one.

"You mean it?"

She nodded her head, "Yes. I mean it."

"Thank you, Eivor," I hugged her once more.

"Of course, Y/N."

"E-Eivor?" I pulled away and faced her once more.

"Yes, Y/N?"

I grabbed her by her cloak and pulled her down to me, since she was a bit taller than me. Of all the nights we spent together, having dinner, sharing stories, being us around one another, it made me realize something about her. While she was a strong and powerful woman with a rage so strong I could never imagine, she also had a deep vulnerability that was as vast as the sea. There were nights of her crying in her sleep to where I had to comfort her. She taught me Nordic poems and songs that I sang to help her calm down. And she would do the same for me when I had nightmares of my mother. She was someone I had looked for in the city, but never found.

Her hand reached up and cupped my jaw as our lips met one another's. They were soft and warm, like how her cheeks were. Like how she was. Our lips melded together as if we were made for one another. I never would have thought I would love a Norse woman as I do now. I pulled away and tears were now sliding down Eivor's face. Her cheeks were flushed and a joyous tint was in her eyes. Such joy came together with awe and what appeared to be love was held in her eyes.

"You are mine, Y/N."

"I am yours, Eivor."

"We must go. Now. While people are asleep."

"Yes," I said.

Eivor helped me gather my most valuable belongings and we set out from the back of the village, making sure we were quiet on our way out. Once we had reached a safe distance away, we were home free to Ravensthorpe, where I would be greeted with a warm welcome and lots of mead.

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