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sapphic-woes · 2 years
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How it be all the time sometimes.
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marvel-wlw · 1 year
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I'm playing through Assassin's Creed: Valhalla again! If you would like to send in any requests for the following characters (or if you have a different character in mind) feel free to send them in! 😄
Female Eivor
Randvi
Soma
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shimtarofstupidity · 4 months
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(Part two)
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greenaway-torres · 5 months
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The way I act up on purpose so that they can put me in my place, which is on my knees in front of them. I want to be teased and broken down and brat tamed. They’ll kiss me through my whimpers just to make me more of an incoherent mess . They don’t care how ridiculous I sound, it only makes them want to keep going.
“Stop running, princess. This is what you wanted right? You can take it. Don’t keep crying like that. You know it only turns me on more.”
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liyawritesss · 10 months
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ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇɪᴠᴏʀ ᴠᴀʀɪɴꜱᴅᴏᴛᴛɪʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ...
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Characters: Eivor Varinsdottir(Female Data String) x Black!Fem!Reader
From: Assassin's Creed: Valhalla
Type: Headcanons
Synopsis: When the Jarlskona of Raventhorpe sets her eyes upon you, there is virtually nothing you can do to sway her affection. What would a courtship with Eivor Wolf-Kissed entail?
Warnings: fem!data stream!eivor, cursing, game-canon violence, mentions of injuries and wound dressing
A/N: Started playing AC: Valhalla and honestly? Ubisoft don’t miss when it comes to this franchise. It’s been out for a bit now and it seems to be a bit dry out there, so allow me to feed the blk eivor lovers out there
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First and foremost, Eivor is an intense lover. There are no if, ands or buts about that. She’s lost everything and worked to regain it all back; her honor, her respect; and if she chooses you to be her lady, then best believe it was a choice made precisely.
You joined Ravensthorpe via trade - you were a fine seamstress looking for a settlement to call home. As you had a skill that could benefit yourself and the settlement, Eivor allowed your transition into the camp. She was impressed by your craftsmanship and with another winter closing in, the town would need all the best weaving and sewing it could get to brace for it.
After your first initial meeting, there were only fleeting moments of which the two of you would greet each other and talk. You were a joy to be around, always sporting a simple smile and engaging in Eivor’s jokes and combatting her sarcasm with your own. You were one of few people who could keep up with her and it sparked a friendship between the two of you.
Though you’d always had an eye for the jarlskona since your arrival - and honestly, who could blame you; the woman was large and brooding, carrying an air of mystery and absolute dominance while simultaneously being a comfort to you - there was a level of hierarchy that had to be maintained. Yes, she was attractive, but she was also your leader.
This is definitely a situation where one person falls first and the other falls harder. And while both of you are good at hiding your feelings (or maybe it’s just both of you are oblivious to the other’s affections), there was no denying that something was there.
Eivor’s realization of her affections comes when she receives her cloak back from you. She had asked you to repair it, as someone had ripped it pretty badly during a raid, because it was her favorite and she never left the settlement without it. It’s through Valka that you learn that the cloak is the last thing she has of her mother who was killed right in front of her when she was young. And while there was very little left of the original cloak to work with, you came up with a brilliant idea that you prayed wouldn’t end in her yelling at you for it.
You’d been wanting to make her a new one anyway, and with the torn one being the right shade of light brown you needed, you decided to use it on the hem and edges of the cloak, thickening it so that the frigid winter air wouldn’t make it through as easily. A wolf pelt was also sewn as the collar for the cloak, and hidden underneath it was a regular hood for when the cold was too much to bear in the face.
It was a fairly simple design, really, fortified by an extra layer of cloth for the cold, but to Eivor, it meant everything. When you handed it to her, she took her time analyzing your handiwork, tracing the edges and the hem of the cloak where it would meet at her chest, remembering the times her mother would hug her from behind in the same manner. Enveloping her in warmth, protecting her from harm.
There was a thudding in her chest that wouldn’t quiet until she returned to the longhouse. It was heavy and loud and unlike any emotion she had ever felt before. It couldn't be compared to the feeling of near-death, nor the ignorant bliss that came from downing endless horns of ale. She wished she could have figured it out on her own what the heaviness in her chest meant whenever she looked at you, but it took Randvi, her brother’s widow, to tell Eivor that she liked you more as just a friend. Whether she wanted to pursue something further than that, however, would be something she had to figure out alone.
In the weeks approaching winter you’d actually been working with Valka in learning skills to be a healer. She’d predicted that this winter would be bad with a lot of sickness, injuries, and deaths. Unfortunately, she was correct. Her cabin became overrun with injured raiders, and of course, Eivor was amongst the ranks.
Valka suggested that since Eivor had some pretty severe injuries (not to mention a history of hallucinations and visions she’d informed you on), that Eivor should be taken care of by you in the longhouse. It took a little bit of convincing of both you and Eivor (though once the healing salve had been applied to her injuries and she’d drunk a brew Valka made, Eivor couldn't put up much of a fight while she was asleep), but nevertheless, you’d started taking care of Eivor in the comfort of her room. To this day, you aren’t sure if she knew what she was doing when she suggested this arrangement, but you’ve always had your suspicions. They don’t call a wise woman wise for nothing.
Weeks went by and Eivor was making a steady recovery, having regained much of her strength and was able to move around on her own now. SO you started coming around less often, which saddened her. One night, while you were cleaning and redressing her nasty shoulder wound, she pointed out the exhaustion that plagued your face and asked you if it would make things easier if you spent the night, and to be truthful in your response.
You admitted that it would be easier, but you had no sleeping clothes and you would have had to travel across the settlement to get them anyway. Eivor offered up one of her shirts a bit too eagerly, though quickly covered it up with an ‘it’s what friends do’, which was a painful statement to say because after being taken care of a dotted on by you for the past few weeks, it became increasingly clear for her that she wanted more than just friendship.
She still doesn’t know what officially solidified it for her, but the moment she sees you in her linen shirt, a particularly large one that hung slightly off shoulder and created a pretty contrast against your dark skin, glowing against the candlelight that flickers throughout the room, she makes up her mind that she will ask you to be hers before the night is over with.
Eivor is no stranger to having to be quick-witted in timely situations, and this is no different. She formulates how she will pose the question to you, shuffling through different starting points, trying to also hold a steady resolve so that she can actually get to the question and not chicken out when things get hot.
Which is exactly what almost happens when you ask to take down her braids that she’s had in for god knows how long, too fixated on healing to really notice her hair needed attention as well. And when she’s met with your hands in her hair, it takes every fiber of her vikingr being to not lose focus.
You’re standing in front of her while she sits on the edge of the bed. You’re rebraiding the two side pieces she normally has in, and there’s talk of the events that happened in your day while you were out before you came to check in on her. You end up moving a certain way that causes you to lose your balance, you almost fall on top of her but she catches you before you do. A crisis averted…
…and yet her hands dont leave your hips. Eivor tries to pull them away, she really does, but she can’t help that they feel right being on your sides. And when you lock eyes the intensity of the atmosphere and in your stares all but thickens, and suddenly Eivor is at a loss of any words she thought she was gonna speak.
Eivor is a skilled warrior, hardened on the battlefield, mind sharpened from years of training and discipline, but it’s the slightest nudge you give her when you lean forward, when you’re looking down at her with your pretty eyes and full lips slightly parted, when you seemingly melt into her hands - its then that every resolve she has falls through the cracks, and she pulls you onto her lap, and kisses you through the searing pain that courses through her shoulder when she encourages you to straddle her.
Eivor is an intense lover. She does properly ask to court you, after catching her breath from the mindblowing kiss she’d stolen from you, and from then on, there’s not a doubt in anyone's mind who has the jarlskona’s favor. She prides herself in having you as her Lady, wanting to spoil you with the riches at her disposal but understands if being dressed up isn’t you’re cup of tea. She grants you the same respect that is expected to be given to her - you are her equal, and she will love you with everything she has until Odin calls her to Valhalla.
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neon-junkie · 8 months
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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*
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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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hereforreadandwrite · 10 months
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Fanfiction Masterlist :
Assassin's Creed Valhalla:
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Ivarr The Boneless x Female Reader:
Blood.
There was blood everywhere.
The floor, the walls, the ceiling, the furniture, everything was covered in your parents' blood. You could only watch helplessly as the macabre scene unfolded before your eyes. You weren't strong enough to be able to protect your parents. You had to live with their death on your conscience, but your brothers Sigurd and Eivor managed to ease the burden. Everything seemed to be going well until Sigurd decided to leave Norway to go to England.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Ect...
Mangle
King Rhodri decides to take revenge on Ivarr Ragnarsson by attacking the only thing he had the least bit of affection for: you.
Warning: mutilation, torture, nudity
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Ect.
charlie and the chocolate factory:
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Willy Wonka x Female Reader:
Unlike your cousin Charlie Bucket, you hadn't had a chance in life. Your parents abandon you, leaving you in the hands of Mr. and Mrs. Bucket. As long as you can remember, you had to work hard to help them make ends meet. Like your cousin, you admired the famous Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, although you know that it was impossible for you to enter it. At least, that's what you thought.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Finish~
God Of War:
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Kratos x Female Reader:
Abandoned
Ragnarok is over. You agreed to follow Kratos and Freya across the nine Realms, but instead of helping them in restorative quests, you will have a completely different revelation.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Finish~
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Tyr x Female Reader:
You had a happy life. A loving family and a devoted husband. But every idyllic setting had a dark spot. And you were going to learn it the worst way.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
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femlesbianbarbie · 9 months
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Female Eivor HeadCanons
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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.
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Hytham headcanons
Hytham (AC Valhalla) x GN!reader
Word count: 1078
A/N's note: I've been meaning to write about Hytham these past few weeks! Have some headcanons while I finish reading The Golden City :) (it got a bit angsty at the end)
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Hytham’s love languages are gift giving and quality time. Hear me out.
He's pretty quiet (compared to the rowdy Vikings, at least), but true to his creed, he watches everything and everyone like a hawk. This applies to you too.
Hytham is willing to wait when he starts to grow interested in someone. He’d much rather approach them only once he feels like he’s gotten to know them both from the inside and the outside. I don’t see him seeking his crush out from the very beginning – he prefers bonding with them over time and seeing where things go.
Do not be fooled by his acting. Whether he’s cackling at a joke, dining at the longhouse or target practicing, Hytham is sure to be eavesdropping on your conversation. If you’re nearby, that is. This doesn’t mean that he’s spying on you specifically – he tends to strain his ears (like all Hidden Ones do, really), and sometimes, if he’s lucky, he might just hear your voice.
When he does, he smiles to himself.
You’re good friends with Eivor, and often accompany her on her errands around the village. This has led you to the bureau multiple times, and Hytham is always caught off guard by the unexpected visit.
“🧍🏾‍♂️Oh. Good evening.”
You like the place, it’s cozy and the man isn’t bad company either. So you stay, and even if there’s other parchments he needs to finish before sunset, Hytham perks up at the chance to answer any question you might have (grinning and kicking his feet when you show interest in the creed).
So that’s where you spend time together. Celebrations in Ravensthorpe are also guaranteed to lure him out of his cove – you’ll be sure to find him letting loose and coming out of his shell more. His favorite game is apple bobbing, and he’s determined to win everytime – but despite his competitive streak, he might pretend to lose if he’s going up against you.
As for gift giving, it doesn’t evolve into actual physical gifts until later on (he thinks that’d be way too obvious). Instead, his first ‘gifts’ are things you might need.
Whether you have experience in fighting/self-defense or not, Hytham hints at the training yard he and Basim use. He invites you to use it whenever you please (you can pummel the dummies for a bit, as long as you put them back in their place); and if you have no experience whatsoever, he’ll gladly teach you some things.
You don’t get to have your own hidden blade though. Sorry (ask Basim for one)
But you can try his! Just don’t die.
If you do somehow get injured, you can have the medicine he’s made. It’s all yours.
Interested in a particular topic? He probably has a book about it at the bureau (or he’ll find it somehow, don’t ask) and will gladly let you take it.
Teaches you how to do the leap of faith. If you pull his leg just like Eivor did and don’t leave the haystack, I think he’d have a similar reaction.
“Very funny. You can come out now.”
“We are so not doing this rn.”
“Please.”
“Please, Basim will kill me.”
Things start to shift when you see the signs. You crack a joke with your friends and notice Hytham’s already looking at you with a soft smile. You tell him your pouch is broken, and remember the beautiful purse you’d once seen at a market in Lunden. Days later, coincidentally, Eivor brings you a beautiful leather pouch from the same city (hint: it wasn’t Eivor’s idea). You also find him playing hide and seek with the Norse children outside, and he urges you to join.
You start testing out your theories. When spring comes, you comment on the beauty of the blooming flowers and he’s immediately crouched down, going through every plant in your vicinity to tell you everything he knows about them. By the end, you have a large bouquet of flowers in your hands.
Eivor sees this, and jokingly tells Hytham he should get some purple ones and smack you in the face with them (a courting tradition amongst Vikings). Needless to say he’s mortified.
Random secret: he knows how to make flower crowns – his mother taught him when he was younger.
He’s giving you instructions as you weave the stems together, and you can’t help but feel his eyes glancing repeatedly between your hands and face.
It’s not until Ravensthorpe is attacked that you’re forced to face your feelings. The ambush is bad – there is no escape as the docks are on fire, and arrows are whizzing past you no matter where you run. Whether you’re a villager, a sage, or a warrior doesn’t really matter. It’s the kind of attack where you’re certain your next stop is going to be Valhalla.
But then the clashing of swords stop. The last enemy falls to their knees, and through the smoke and the ringing in your ears, you hear the roaring victory of your people.
Sigurd and Basim are looting the bodies. Eivor is opening the longhouse where the villagers have barricaded themselves. But you don’t catch sight of Hytham, not until you see him emerge from the woods along with the other Drengr. His white robes are flapping in the wind, his sword dripping with blood, and he’s holding his side as he grimaces. So you run to him.
He sheathes his weapon when he sees you alive and well, eyes darting all over your face as if scanning for injuries; and before you can say anything, he cups your face and locks his lips with yours.
Congrats! You’re now dating.
Basim tells you and Eivor something enigmatic months before his sudden betrayal. Hytham’s happiness is clearly reason for his gratitude, and no matter how much you insist that Ravensthrope is Basim’s home too, you’re only rewarded with a wry smile from the assassin.
It’s months later, when you’re sitting in the empty bureau with Hytham, that you reason Basim must have known. You watch as Hytham grips the table and rakes his hands through his hair, how he paces the room when he’s not squeezing your hand. He questions everything when you realize Basim must have known all this time – must have known that he wasn’t going to stay, that his apprentice would be alright. That Hytham would be happy in Ravensthorpe. And thus, you make sure it stays that way.
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sapphic-woes · 1 year
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she's a rare kinda girl that only comes outta her den (bed) if you dangle a big strong fictional lady by the door and promise this time that they're canonically lesbian
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xthescarletbitch · 2 years
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ngl i think about being topped by fictional buff women at least a million times a day 😰
✨ manifest ✨
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canaidliafail · 1 year
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Starved knight
eivor x f!reader 🌿
[ some mentions and themes of violence and possessive themes
not proof read, just pure unedited crap cause I need to vent ]
knight & princess AUs
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“I don't understand how you tolerate that incredulous woman! She drives me insane sabotaging proposal after proposal with her antics''
Eivor stared at your mother, her gaze unwavering. Her legs spread open and her back straight with her sword on the ground waiting for her next command unsure of where this conversation was going
“I have to thank you for your patience. After all she does constantly drag you to fight these pointless battles. If only by a miracle someone worthy would appear to loosen your sword…”
Her grip tightened and her lips drew into a thin line.
“Are you suggesting I lose a spar on purpose ?”
“God's no! You are doing a wonderful job protecting this ungrateful princess. I know you are headed her way and I just wanted to thank you for dealing with her up till now is all”
EIvor gave a firm nod sliding her sword back to its sheath around her hips and excused herself walking outside the courtroom. Her armor clinked with every step, the furs around her waist and shoulders doing little to prevent the noisy metal. The day she pledged her sword to the throne she didn't expect her position would be to protect and entertain the princess but whatever God led her down that path she was grateful for now.
She made her way to your chambers and knocked on the large wooden doors waiting for you to let her in. That voice never came however and she let out a long sigh.
No sometimes, as much as she loved you , you did get on her nerves
She pushed the doors open to confirm her suspicions and indeed, you were nowhere to be found. Your windows were left open, the curtains dancing with the winter breeze and a pile of discarded notes were on the floor. Oh.
You treasured your notes, being a known poet in these lands, so to see all your writings carelessly tossed all over the room meant you were going through a rough writer's block. She took a few steps inside the room trying to figure out which items were missing to determine how far you could’ve gone
Your cloak, satchel and bow.
DId you go hunting again? She left the room and checked the stables to find your horse missing and with another sigh she mounted her own and went to find, hopefully your trail that wasn’t covered by snow yet. Oh she was growing upset herself now. She heavily disliked when you went hunting alone cause you were careless and had no sense of danger
Maybe I will lock you in that room myself,under no orders
she thought and urged her horse to go faster eventually finding a faint trail of hooves. She breathed in relief and a little further up the hill she saw your horse tied to a tree with you above it,arm and bow in hand and eyes closed standing at the edge of the mountain letting the wind blow through your hair. You cheeks a faint tint of red and the edge of your ungloved fingers slightly shaking.
She smiled and left her horse next to yours making her way up to you
“So? What did she yell at you about this time?” You asked, your tone playful managing to make her forget that she came up here to lecture you
“You, sabotaging every marriage proposal” and you laughed, sliding your bow on your back and playing with the feathers of your hand crafted arrow “My, the genius that I am, sabotaging all those proposals myself. Should I write about this in my next book?”
Eivor slid one arm around your waist pulling you in for a kiss that you eagerly returned ,your lips cold to her touch.
“How long have you been up here?”
“Hm, must have been a few hours. I lost track of time searching for a cave with wolves. Rumor has it, its inhabited by one black wolf. A rogue”
“Were you planning on hunting it down?”
“No. Not at all. I was hoping to tame it and perhaps Make it eat my next suitor”
Eivors eyes darkened. Was there a letter of a new proposal amongst your notes that she has missed ?
You caught her fall deep in a trance, expression sunken her cheeks more hollow as cold anger seemed to start making its way to the surface. It was peculiar how your mother never suspected Eivor when it was her making sure none of these men would ever get close to you.
interestingly so, it all started before you even looked at her in a romantic light. But her dedication, her love, her obsession made you consider all those gestures. And if that wasn’t enough, seeing her soaked in their blood at your doorstep late at night, begging to approve of her love was enough to waken that twisted desire you had in you.
Some men suspected your weird bond but none lived long enough to tell the tale.
Be it how you would always jumped in her embrace to shamelessly check for scars or wounds on her face after every spar with little regard for the wounded opponent or how some had noticed you exchanging knowing glances across the room and shortly excusing yourselves to attend to some “duties”
It would take a fool not to catch on, yet they rarely did due to how impossible it seemed for two women to be together like that
You tried snapping her out of the mental downfall she was about to take “For future reference. I’m sure after the last brutal public murder no suitors will come for a while” And eivor seemed to brighten up right away before she frowned again
“Then about that wolf hunting. I did not teach you how to carry a bow thinking you would be so stupid with it” she bit and you yelped as she pulled you up and tossed you over her shoulder making your way to your horses
“Eivor no!” You kicked at her but her iron grip on you didn't seem to falter
“Oh for fucks sake you brute let me down!”
“ but you seemed to scream this brutes name last night before I even wiped the blood off my face” she teased and you huffed giving up. Once calm she let you down and tied your horse on the saddle of her own helping you up to ride with her.
You wrapped your arms around her waist and buried your face in the rich furs of her armor breathing in her smell. It was almost like you could feel her homelands just by sinking into her scent. You could picture them vividly. Feel their raw nature carved on every scratch and wound on her toned body.
“I love you Eivor” you whispered faintly and smiled and held both your hands with one of her own possessiveness seeping into her as she offered a fanged smile back at you returning those feelings.
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she watched as You laid on your bed going back and forth between your notes and occasionally writing something down. she decided to make herself comfortable on your couch grabbing a cup of tea in an attempt to learn to enjoy this flavourless liquid. at some point you stopped and looked up at her
“do you think I could take you on a fight?”
“You cant even take me in bed” and with a huff you tossed your pillow at her making you spill her scorching hot tea all over her making her yelp and get up
“see this,” she motioned with her hands on her wet pants “Is why no one likes you”
“and this is why none likes you” you bit back offended at how little she considered your challenge
she frowned and you smirked very happy with your victory knowing how easily she got on her fellow soldiers nerves during practice
“Why ask me this anyways?”
“I was writing a story of how a forced to be princess was swooned by a foreign knight in a clash of swords” you said poetically and then stabbed your pen in your papers
“but this knights attitude makes me want to kill him instead” you mumbled and Eivor frowned, oblivious and failing to understand the metaphor and association of the characters
bless her heart, she truly wasn’t the brightest in mattes of love, which showed in the crude manner she confessed her feelings for you. You still treasured those memories all the same though
“Speaking of, what was that about not being able to take you in bed?” you asked and that ignited a spark within her making the starved wolfs attention snap at you and away from her soaked pants
“Can you?” she questioned and stalked her way to you climbing on top of you. you smiled helping her out of her clothes
“Im sure I can go long enough, to catch up with you”
and Eivor laughed caressing your hair affectionately leaving kisses down your neck and chest “Thats cause I do all the work my beloved princess” and you laughed knowing how lovingly she said those things to you and how much she actually enjoyed tirelessly pleasuring you
“and how about we change that today hm?” you asked eager to switch positions to which she seemed to return with mutual desire
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theewicked · 2 months
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Enjoy!
Strap ON
Eivor thrusted in harshly, calloused hand gripping the bed post with enough force that her knuckles were white. She pushed the head of her strap against your cervix with all her glorious might. It had you seeing stars, and you needed to press your face against the plush mattress even more to contain the scream that threatened to escape your fucked out, tired throat.
A large hand came in between your face and the bed, squeezing and tugging it up until you could see the ceiling. It made your back arch almost uncomfortably but made Eivor hit such a deep, delicious spot inside you.
“I wanna hear them noises, dove.” Eivor said into your ear, rich and deep voice almost getting lost in between the myriad of pants, squelching, and slapping skin. She accentuated her command with a pointedly deep thrust that had you basically mewling.
“Such a good girl for me.” She said before letting go of your neck and making you fall forwards, having to catch yourself weakly on your forearms. The hand that wasn’t gripping the bedpost snaked around your middle before resting just below your belly button. Eivor pushed gently on the spot, again making you see stars.
Your pussy was so, so wet, you could feel your nectar dripping down your trembling thighs. And the sounds Eivor’s strap made inside you were so very dirty, they almost seemed to spur Eivor on more, like they were some type of reward she gained from fucking the brain cells out of you.
You felt her vicious pounding melt into something slightly more of a gentler tempo, a fact you were quite relieved with, as you were pretty sure your insides were fucked raw and bruised at this point. Two hands came to rest on your upper back, massaging slowly, gently. It was a type of feeling you were entirely unfamiliar with at the moment: You two had been at it for some time now, long enough for your stamina to wane. Though it seemed like Eivor’s had not. It never did and it was almost scary.
Thumbs dug into the spent muscles of your back, pressing deep circles into your skin and flesh. All the while Eivor kept a practiced tempo with her godly hips, and the strap melted into your cunt divinely, scraping your walls and the tip of it kissed deep spots inside you.
Those blunt thumbs slowly turned into trimmed nails as you felt Eivor drag them down your arched back. It was such a light, ticklish feeling that had you drooling into the sheets at the contrast of it compared to the deep, thick thrusts you were receiving elsewhere. Those nails painted themselves down until they reached where your back met your ass.
A sharp slap that had you crying out was placed upon the swelled flesh of your right ass cheek, leaving a rosy red mark no doubt.
Those nails dragged themselves up your back again, leaving goosebumps and making you shiver. But this time, they did not stop where your back did. They continued down your arms until you could feel Eivor’s large, muscled body leaning over yours as she reached over and wrapped her deft, long fingers around your wrists. She brought your arms in front of you and placed your hands on the bedpost, beckoning you to hold onto it just as she had done only moments before. So you did.
“Good girl.” Eivor’s hot breath met your ear and the tip of her tongue softly traced the outline of your ear, the touch teasing. You felt her soft blonde hair rest on your skin, and saw it fall either side of your head. The warmth of your dim bedroom light bounced off of it, making it appear like spun gold.
Her small breasts pressed against your back as her hands fell from your wrists and palmed your own, making your nipples harden. She kneaded the supple flesh of them as her lips caressed the side of your neck before she pushed herself back into her original position on her knees, only this time she seemed to have crawled forwards more in between your legs, the strap remaining inside you and moving slowly the entire time.
Her hips stopped their movement suddenly, making your insides feel strange from the lack of friction. You managed to twist your head and look behind your bare shoulder.
The sight you were presented with had your cunt squeezing itself around the thick toy buried in you.
The soft light bounced off of Eivor’s abdominal muscles, shading and highlighting them in a way that had you whimpering. She had fully sat down on her knees, ass cheeks touching her heels and she leant backwards slightly. Your eyes travelled up her strong arms, the sweat smeared there making them look delectable. Eivor’s hands came behind her and gripped both of your ankles, lifting your feet from where they rested on the mattress and keeping them by her hips so the only part of your legs touching it were your knees.
Your heavy-lidded gaze finally trailed up to your lovers face. Her deep blue eyes were already on you, the look in them smouldering and the pupils blown. Her kiss-swollen lips were a sweet pink that had them resembling a piece of ripe fruit, just begging to be bitten into and enjoyed. Eivor’s high, regal cheekbones were dusted with sweat so fine it might have well had been glitter.
She thrusted into you deeply, the grip she had on your ankles tightening in time as she pulled you towards her using them. You saw the defined muscles of her arms flex and tighten under her skin. Eivor thrusted again, this time harder, and the way she was using you made black spots swarm your already dimmed vision.
You turned your head away from your lover and rested your forehead on the bedpost in between your hands as she started pounding into you viciously again. Only this time she was forcing your body onto the fake cock too, making the experience one of true, pure ecstasy.
Your fifth orgasm of the night creeped up on you, the feeling skittering down your spine and resting low in your belly. You did not want faster, or harder. This was perfect.
“Yes Eivor, please.” Your begging was almost incoherent, buried beneath a whiny pitch and breathy tone.
“What was that, sweetheart?” The pet name she gave you was so sweet compared to the way she was slamming into you. It had tears forming in your tired eyes. “You wanna cum?” She asked, voice deep and clear despite the exercise she was presenting her body with. She should’ve been just as out of breath as you were. Of course she wasn’t.
You nodded, forehead lifting off of the cold bedpost just to do so, before dropping down again.
All movement stopped, making the slowly winding coil in your tummy go lax. You sobbed. A hand came up and gripped your hair by your roots roughly, pulling your head up. “What did you say baby?” Eivor said, her hand travelling down from your hair to your throat, squeezing slightly.
“Yes please, let me cum.” Your voice was weak and tears travelled down your warm cheeks.
Eivor’s low chuckle was felt deep in your bones, and you could perfectly imagine the cunning little smirk that no doubt graced her gorgeous mouth that paired it. “As you wish.” Was all she said before her hand left your throat, letting your head drop back down to its previous position. You felt warm hands on your ankles again and Eivor resumed her heady, fast paced rhythm.
That coil tightened again after no time and your pussy contracted and buzzed around Eivor’s strap.
She started groaning, sensing a slight more difficulty in pulling out with how tight you were gripping her. Her noises only spurred you on, as now your low wails could be heard throughout the room.
Soon enough, your muscles tensed and that feeling in your tummy that had twisted itself so tightly, finally snapped. Your limbs tingled with your climax and Eivor’s gentle praises could barely be heard over your mewls. Your hands gripped the headboard so tightly, almost as if they were the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth.
Eivor fucked you through the climax expertly, and had you whimpering when she bit down harshly on your shoulder while doing it. Eventually her hips slowed down, and her grip on your ankles loosened. You also calmed down, even more so when Eivor pulled out of you gently, making you feel almost empty. She made quick work of removing the strap, and got up to swiftly deposit it in the bathroom for cleaning later.
For now, though, she would clean you up with a warm, wet cloth softly, murmuring warm praises into your ears with her deep voice as she wrapped you up in blankets, urging you to sleep.
“Sleep now, dove. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Your eyes closed almost immediately, sleep tugging at your spent body.
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shimtarofstupidity · 4 months
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greenaway-torres · 4 months
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I love when she’s in the kitchen with me. Watching me. She just wants to be close to me. In between cutting vegetables and making a sauce, she’s there with her wine in hand. The look in her eyes makes me feel like she sees me. Maybe more than me. She waits until I put the knife down or put something in the oven to kiss me. The taste of that sweet wine is still on her lips and the world slows down. Then she goes back to her seat, watching me until she can kiss me again.
“I love watching you. The way you move around, you cook, how you hum to yourself. Just content. Tell me what I can do to keep you this happy, baby, and I will do it.”
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eivorsjawline · 11 months
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Hi, everyone!
I’m posting to let you know I have created my very own Eivor character ai bot. She seems to be running pretty well, click here to test the Eivor bot out.
(the bot still needs to be trained so some replies may be off, the more people that chat with it the more accurate it can be. swipe right on a message to generate a new one from the ai. be sure to rate the replies 1-4 stars depending on how good the replies are!)
I also have a Kassandra bot! Click here. I’m very impressed with how she’s turning out!
Happy chatting, hope you enjoy and much love! 💓
Update: I have made a new playlist to listen to while chatting, here!
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