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imvriix · 1 year

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Can I get a Canute and Thorfinn x Reader love triangle? (Canute likes reader, Thorfinn like reader, Reader is torn) for a Valkyrie/Angel-esque reader? (They fight as a dance and sing and keep morale high). Three idiots in Wales, but with affection.

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𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢

summary ;; — you were untouchable, many of them even wondered if you were human. perhaps you thrived off of the art of war, but even if you weren't someone of this world, you made them feel like people outside of battle instead.

featuring + contains ;; — thorfinn x gn! reader x canute (love triangle). slight fantasy aspects regarding reader but it isnt confirmed what they are or if they really are supernatural, just an angelic seeming reader.

a/n ;; — got a thorfinn x reader thing with a similar concept, if any of u like this then u should give it a read

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you were a bit of a mystery. no one knew much about you, besides your name and that you could fight. some of them didn't even know your name, but each of the men were aware of your almost regal style of fighting. regal, if you weren't killing men within seconds. it came to you naturally, you never faltered in your movements and they were never rushed nor sloppy. precision was your forte, and power exceeded from every swing of your blade. they stayed out of your way and you stayed out of theres, in a way, you were askeladds secret weapon during battle.

you were unreadable and untouchable, with nothing in your way and nothing fazing you. most knew the way of battle as bloody, brutal and barbaric, whereas your battle was showcased as an art rather than a bloodbath. even comparing the two was an insult, they were essentially the same things yet so stark in contrast to the witness. no true viking fears death, a true man awaits the day they are killed and kiss the world goodbye whilst greeting valhalla, but each man you slayed died in true fear.

perhaps, they wonder, a valkyrie does not take you to valhalla. perhaps the valkyrie is the one to slay you first.

what other logical option would there be?

when askeladd is given the duty of keeping the danish prince alive, who was better than two of his best warriors to guard him? even askeladd himself felt almost awkward and on guard around you. he was a casual man, but your inhumane and unreachable characteristics made it hard for even the most carefree to remain unwavered. but he did note than in the end, you were just a kid. he hadn't the faintest idea about your past or what had occurred for you to want to fight alongside him and his men, and it likely wasn't the wisest to have not one, but two kids grow up alongside vikings, but he couldn't ignore the feeling of something akin to almost pity.

but as always, you agreed. you had heard a little of this prince from hearing little bits and pieces from askeladds men, but you hadn't met the prince just yet. you wondered if he would be the typical pampered prince or if he would be aware of the battle and war he'd be getting into, but either way, you had a job of protecting him so you would make sure to succeed in doing so. you were aware you'd be working with thorfinn to ensure his safety, but you weren't too worried about him. both of you scarcely even knew the others name, just remembering eachother as the other kid who had grown up with the vikings.

there was a mutual sense of respect binding the two of you together and you were both aware of the others strength and abilities in war. you were of the same age and seemed to tolerate one another more than the rest, even if you had never talked properly. you were mildly aware of his harsh upbringing and want for revenge due to the death of his father, and he was aware of your capabilities and how you separated yourself from truly being one of the vikings.

the three of you were brought together when you had been introduced to the prince and his carer, who spoke more for him than the prince did himself. you and thorfinn stood alongside one another whilst him and ragnar stood opposite, askeladd hastily making introductions and summarising to ragnar that you and thorfinn would be the ones to protect the prince. you heard his name was canute, and you wondered if someone as fragile as him was truly next in line for the throne. he was pale and pretty, even though the upper half of his face was covered with a mask. with long golden hair cascading past his shoulders and down his back, he almost reminded you of freya.

with your arms behind your back, a straight posture and your analytical eyes set on him, he cowered behind ragnar. you felt almost sorry for him, feelings as though he was something to be treated with care and not someone who was against his brother to become king. obviously, thorfinn saw this as well but instead of feeling sympathy, he saw him as a joke. " he's the one who's going to be the king of denmark? " he mutters, and you're unsure of whether he's talking to you or himself. " it's like they've purposely sent him off to his death. " your murmur back nevertheless, the conversation ending before it began as your eyes met for what the two of you think was the first time since meeting eachother.

thorfinn shows his obvious dislike towards canute, glaring at him wordlessly and making him even more overwhelmed. once thorfinn had left, you looked back at him and it seemed like he was looking at you as well. it was only for a split second, but you could've sworn he had slightly parted his lips to say something before shutting them tight and remaining silent.

but you had grown to learn these two more and more after this. the three of you would usually be together more or less, as you and thorfinn were partnered together in this task and canute was who it revolved around, so it was a bit obvious. and strangely, you didn't mind them either, and they learnt to look past your perfection and become more comfortable as well.

they were both quiet, but their silences were completely different to the others. thorfinn was mean and stubborn, but he was real and loyal. the two of you sat in comfortable silence, giving what little help you could offer to other as both of you knew well that neither of you belonged in this band of vikings, and that you had no one else to rely on but eachother. you had grown used to relying on your blade and survival instincts as it was obvious that you weren't fit to be a viking, but it was strangely nice to have someone else who was like you in a way. he was sarcastic, but once the conversation between the two of you began, everything was fluent and without tension. the conversation flowed freely, and you had forgotten how nice it was to genuinely converse with someone else.

he didn't speak much, but he was meaningful and his short replies were honest and held true interest. you had someone you could rely on whilst in battle and he had someone he could go to when he felt drained and burnt out from his endless cycle of training and want for revenge.

canute was shy and easy to tease, so much that you couldnt help but take every chance you could to lightheartedly tease him, and sometimes it flew over his head. you let out quiet giggles every time he flustered, and even when he was oblivious, he blushed at how you laughed, noticing that you were teasing him. he was unlike any idea you had of him before you had met, and his cooking was good too. it took a while for him to ease up and let his shoulders relax, but after a few minutes, he couldn't help but feel at ease. canute indulged in emotions a lot, and it was surprising due to how he seemed almost emotionless due to how little he spoke in the beginning. always flustered, always looking at you even when you were far away, and always noticing little things about you.

he was intimidated at first, your calamity scared him. he felt more on edge due to how at peace you were, hiding behind his red cloak even more at seeing how your eyes were focused on him. he felt slightly insecure, but you put him at ease as well. in the beginning, your attention to him whenever you spoke was overwhelming, but then he began to feel like for once in his life, he was being heard.

his fondness for you never changed, even after the death of ragnar and his realization. he saw you as someone who was essential for him to become a good king, and he always kept you in his mind even after becoming king, indirectly thanking you.

everything became more meaningful, chattering on to thorfinn comfortably about literally anything whilst travelling to another village, cooking with canute while he teaches you, training and sparring with thorfinn, fiddling with canutes hair, little things that made you happier than you were before. you used to maintain your perfection and live with your own company, but now you weren't completely on your own and surrounded by men you didn't fit in with.

you were aware of their dislike for one another, but you tried your best to stay in the middle and try to bring the three of you together. you didn't think it was possible to have been able to find something that interrupted your cycle of battle and your loneliness, because you had come to enjoy their company more and more when getting to know the two strange individuals, and they felt the same. both were overwhelmed and intimidated, and both learned to love you all the same.

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#vinland saga #thorfinn x reader #gender neutral reader #valhalla #valkyrie #canute x reader #vinland saga x reader #askeladd #thorfinn karlsefni x reader #x reader #anime #manga #king canute #vinland saga canute #war arc #love triangle #thorfinn thordarson #prince canute

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veliana · 3 months

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary:Canute meets a mysterious woman who has clairvoyance gifts

Tw : nothing ?

Number of words : 1390

Rumors spread throughout the kingdom of Denmark about a mysterious young woman who could predict the future. She was said to be as beautiful as the moon in a night sky, as elusive as the wind that blows across the plains. But no one knew her name or where she came from.

Canute, curious and intrigued by this mysterious woman, ordered his men to find her and bring her before him. After days of searching, she was finally found in a small clearing, alone, surrounded by an aura of mystery.

When she was presented to King Canute, she was calm and reserved, her eyes hidden behind a light veil. Canute, accustomed to the politics and intrigues of the court, was immediately intrigued by the aura of mystery surrounding her.

"What is your name, my dear?" he asked in a gentle yet authoritative voice.

The mysterious woman slowly lifted her veil, revealing eyes so deep, akin to the depths of the ocean. "My name matters little, my lord," she replied in a gentle yet firm voice. "I am simply a traveler, wandering through the lands in search of something I cannot define."

Canute was captivated by the sincerity in her words, as well as the sadness that seemed to veil her gaze. This way of expressing herself, this wisdom ingrained in her being, this possibility, all of it reminded him of the monk he had met long ago when he was younger.

As evening fell slowly over the castle, bathing the room in a golden glow as Canute and the mysterious woman sat near the window, engaged in animated discussion. Canute, his mind filled with questions and curiosity, turned to her with an intense gaze.

"Tell me, they say you possess gifts of foresight," he began, his eyes scanning hers with growing fascination. "Is it true?"

The mysterious woman inclined her head slightly, her blue eyes burning with a mysterious glow. "Some claim it," she replied evasively, as if she did not want to reveal all her secrets.

Canute felt his heart beat a little faster at this enigmatic response. "Then, can you make a prediction for me?" he asked, unable to conceal his curiosity. "Something about my future, about the kingdom's destiny?"

The mysterious woman slowly raised her hand, plunging into a sort of trance as her eyes seemed to search beyond visible horizons. After a moment of silence, she spoke with a grave and distant voice.

"I see... I see a prosperous kingdom, ruled by a wise and just king," she began, her words tinged with a strange authority. "But I also see challenges ahead, trials that will test the strength and determination of its sovereign."

Canute listened attentively, hanging on every word as if his life depended on it. "What challenges?" he asked, anticipation crackling in the air like a flickering flame.

The mysterious woman shook her head slightly, as if she could not or would not say more. "Some secrets must remain buried," she murmured cryptically. "The future is uncertain ground, subject to the whims of fate."

Canute felt a slight disappointment wash over him, but he also knew that not all answers could be revealed at once. "I thank you for your vision," he said with gratitude, his gaze fixed on the enigmatic face of the mysterious woman. "Perhaps you will be there to witness its future challenges."

The mysterious woman returned his enigmatic smile, her eyes shining with a prophetic glow. "Perhaps, O king," she replied softly. "Perhaps..."

He offered her hospitality in his castle, eager to learn more about this mysterious woman who had captured his interest. As well as to further explore this gift of clairvoyance.

One day after his training, the king spotted the young woman leaning against the well. Her fingers played with a thread. The king approached the mysterious woman and questioned her about the thread.

"It is a thread of truth," she simply replied. Canute leaned slightly forward, his blue eyes sparkling with interest as he gazed at the mysterious woman opposite him. "Tell me, what is truth to you?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

The mysterious woman nodded her head, taking a moment to ponder before responding. "Truth... it's a complex question," she began, her eyes scrutinizing his with a captivating intensity. "For some, it lies in objective and measurable facts. For others, it's more subjective, depending on our individual perception of the world around us."

Canute nodded slowly, absorbing her words with growing attention. "And you, what do you think?" he asked, curious about her own convictions.

The mysterious woman smiled slightly, as if she had anticipated his question. "I believe there is a universal truth, but it is often veiled by our own biases and limited perceptions," she explained, her words imbued with profound wisdom. "The true quest for truth lies in our ability to question our own beliefs and to embrace the uncertainty that often accompanies the search for truth."

Canute remained silent for a moment, his thoughts swirling as he pondered her words. "Interesting..." he murmured finally, his gaze locked with hers. "It raises the question of the nature of knowledge. How can we be certain of what we know?"

The mysterious woman nodded in approval, seeming to appreciate the turn of the conversation. "Knowledge is often the fruit of experience and reflection," she began, her voice filled with gentle assurance. "But even then, it remains subject to interpretation and error. True wisdom lies in our ability to recognize the limits of our own understanding and to remain open to new ideas and perspectives."

Canute listened attentively, absorbing each word with growing interest. He felt fascinated by the depth of her thought, by the way she questioned the very foundations of their reality. "You are truly remarkable, you know?" he murmured finally, a smile lighting up his face. "Your words resonate with me in a way I've never felt before."

The mysterious woman returned his smile, her eyes shining with a warm glow. "And you, O king," she replied softly, "you also have a wisdom and depth that impress me. It's an honor to be able to exchange such ideas with you."

Over the days, they met often, discussing topics ranging from philosophy to politics. Canute discovered in her a rare intelligence, combined with a sweetness and grace that touched him deeply.

Gradually, a special relationship developed between the king and the mysterious woman. Their conversations became more intimate, their gazes filled with mutual understanding. Canute began to see in her much more than just a simple traveler.

As the days passed and Canute spent more and more time in the company of the mysterious woman, he began to feel something different, something he had never experienced before. Each conversation, each exchanged look seemed to deepen his sense of connection with her, until he realized with a sudden and dazzling clarity that he had fallen in love.

It was a revelation as unexpected as it was powerful. Canute, accustomed to controlling every aspect of his life, suddenly found himself prey to emotions that he could neither ignore nor master. He felt vulnerable, exposed, but at the same time, he felt alive as never before.

As he stood there, looking at the mysterious woman with a mixture of admiration and affection, he realized the irony of the situation. She, who seemed to know all the secrets of his heart, his mind, and his kingdom, was herself a mystery, an enigma.However, despite all this, or perhaps because of it, Canute felt more drawn to her than ever. He wanted to know every facet of her personality, every hidden thought behind her deep and mesmerizing eyes. He wanted to be with her, not just as king and subject, but as man and woman, united by a bond stronger than any title or responsibility.

It was thus, in this moment of revelation and acceptance, that Canute realized his heart had chosen, even if he did not yet fully understand the implications of this choice. And as he stood there, facing the mysterious woman who had stolen his heart without even trying, he knew with certainty that he would do everything in his power to win her love and trust, no matter the obstacles that might stand in their way.

#canute x reader #king canute x reader #Canute #vinland saga imagine #Vinland saga canute #king canute

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kelolololol · 8 months

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i am going BERSERKKKKKKKKKK

#vinland saga #thorfinn #thorfinn karlsefni #canute #vinland saga canute #king canute #prince canute #canufinn #thornute #but is it true #yes.

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blue--31 · 8 days

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a few doodles i made (??)

#ena shinonome #ena pjsk #pjsk #thorfinn karlsefni #vinland saga #vinland saga thorfinn #vinland saga fanart #thorfinn fanart #pjsk fanart #prsk #project sekai #colorful stage #canute #vinland saga canute #my art #artists on tumblr #- blue's art

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blueparadis · 1 year

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hello my king <3

#vinland saga canute #canute #vinland saga s2 #vinland saga spoilers #vinland saga #vs spoilers #anime screencap

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hilitrivia · 11 days

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vinland saga high school au

#illustration #vinland saga #vinland fanart #vinland saga fanart #vinland saga hild #vinland saga gudrid #thorfinn vinland saga #vinland saga canute #canute #thorfinn #gudrid #hild #high school au

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thepeculiarauthor · 1 year

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Thorfinn chooses life. Love. Thors always wanted it for him, and that was the life Askeladd told him to live in his final moments, too (possibly because Askeladd realized what absolute hell he’d made the boy face, and he knew what it did to Thorfinn)...

But Canute?

Canute is the outcome of Askeladd’s decisions, too.

Askeladd entrusted his legacy to Canute. He taught him how to be cunning and ruthless. Askeldadd gave up his own life so Canute could carry his will on. He didn’t entrust that to Thorfinn, not because Thorfinn wasn’t strong enough, but because he loved Thorfinn, and didn’t want to force him to endure more hell than he already had.

And Canute is absolutely rising to the legacy, while Thorfinn is absolutely finding his life again.

Stunning.

#vinland saga #vinland saga canute #vinland saga thorfinn #vinland saga askeladd #canute #king canute #thorfinn #askeladd #vinland saga anime #vinland saga manga

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shinjisdone · 2 months

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TSAWH - Askeladd's and Canute's impression of You

just a little brainrot since I've been wanting to write something more easy and lowkey

What Askeladd and Canute think of you male and female version TW: mentions of slavery and misogyny

Askeladd:

The man does not raise a brow at another young man joining his little band. He is already used to small brats thanks to Thorfinn so another one hopping in does not take the leader off guard at all.

He would, however, be intrigued by your attempts to befriend Thorfinn, involuntarily or not which can be either a good idea or a bad one. He does not really care what happens to you as long as you can fulfill his role as his chess piece. Still, part of him would be glad and perhaps even relieved to have Thorfinn find a friend in you. Vikings all cooperarate for one single goal in mind that usually ends up only done for the gain of oneself and never for the other. There are no real bonds when killing and pillaging so it eases Askeladd when he sees your genuineness and...kindness.

Now, a man having a heart? A kind heart? That's looked down upon, especially when it isn't expected of an viking. You'd be called a coward and not a real man, which Askeladd cannot defend you against and would even go along with insulting you, too, sometimes meaning and at times exeggarating for the sake of not being the sore thumb sticking out. Askeladd blames it first on you being young and simply wanting a friend but he mulls whether or not you might also be craving normalcy in this brutal world. You kill and take but are kind and considerate in a way that no one else here is for his peer. It's hypocritical but...relieving.

You both are young. Don't end up like him.

Another thing that is so relieving to see is the genuineness in all words and actions that he spies on you two exchanging. You accept Thorfinn and his thirst for revenge yet are not like him at all. Is that truly what a bond looks like? He doesn't know. All he knows is that the closest thing to a friend he has is Björn and he even he does not know everything about Askeladd - everything that he is - and would most likely not accept him like you are to the small blonde. Björn only clings to him, looks up to him because having another one like him makes him feel powerful. Misery loves company but it is too one-sided to truly feel like a friendship where vulnerability can bloom.

He doesn't have that but you do. And he envies it.

However, a woman being his bandmate? Hah! What are the odds?

As amusing as the sight all is, Askeladd secretely strongly dislikes you being here. Stupid girl, don't you know how utterly dangerous it is to be around such abhorrent Nordics? Barbarians that would not have an ounce of empathy in their cold, decayed hearts if something happened to you and if they are the perperators? You really think you stand a chance in this cruel world of vikings?

He'd often subtly throw you lines to discourage you and have you end up leaving for good. Go ahead, risk a life of slavery! Just go back from where you came from, to people who care about you, live a normal and peaceful life and then die there and not here on the battlefield! Askeladd genuinely believes you will just end up as fodder, as a corpse left to rot in a river, anything, anything that is below than whatever else vikings will face at the end. It is inevitable that you will suffer a worse fate even if no one knows what it might be.

And yet, he does not directly kick you out. You have a role after all that you need to fulfill as his chess piece and no matter how often he thinks that just tomorrow you might regret your decision of joining him or how often you remind him of his mother, the leader will not ever just let you go. His plan is too important and you are a valuable tool. He gets angry at how his own bandmates speak of women but he does throw out his morals and views to endanger you without hesitation. A hypocrit.

Well, at least Thorfinn keeps you safe - but even there he is a hypocrit. He does not believe that this dumbass of a kid truly understands how important it is to protect you and how he must do it - even when Askeladd is the one endangering you time and time again! In Askeladd's mind, Thorfinn does not enough, especially in any clever way, so he will also throw advice to him clad as insults. A true man must be ready to cut down anyone and anything to keep his loved one safe, betray any father and half-brothers and sail across the ocean to dig her grave in her home. Anything less is an offense and if the kid truly swears to want you by his side, then he better do everything better Askeladd had ever done for his mother.

Canute:

A man such as you is rare - or rather, peculiar. You kill but do not raid, you share companionship with the biggest brute he has ever seen and even though you have been ordered to guard him, you do so with genuine concern over his well-being. Even if it is pity as he feared, your behavior is still strange. No other viking would do so.

This leads to Ragnar being wary of you and therefore telling Canute to be wary as well. A man does not smile at royalty like this, there must be an underlying motivation. Blackmail, trickery, his own very plan to take him hostage, you name it. But Canute cannot believe it all. A strong person like you offering your hand with a smile while protecting him so dearly...it leaves him rather flustered. You are so capable it makes him think that your behavior is akin to that of an leader. Askeladd certainly got the brains for one but you hold a genuine worry over someone like him - someone you see as weaker and innocent probably but even so, he will take your outstretched hand. For none other looked at him like that but Ragnar, the only other man knowing love. Perhaps as a future leader, he should follow your example? It makes him yearn to be like you.

The prince would definitely make a face when he sees Thorfinn, with his thunderous glare and pout, and next to him stands a young woman. He'd definitely be more surprised here as well as Ragnar, but would not have the guts to question it. Instead, he sits in his corner and glimpses from the corner of his eye and slits of his helmet at you. He's seen vikings but not women being one of them. It leaves him curious but frightened. However, as soon as you save him as his knight does his entire opinion of you change. You become somewhat of an enigma but Canute throws all questions on why a person such as you even works for Askeladd and solely focuses on the soft kindness you've shown him. Like a lovesick boy he gains a temporary infatuation with you, connecting your sweet actions with that of the femininity you posses and might go overboard on what he imagines you to be versus who you truly are - it's nothing dangerous though. Little prince is no threat to anything yet, so he just looks up to you as something kind and loving. Something he wishes everyone was.

#vinland saga headcanon #vinland saga #TSAWH #vinland saga Askeladd #askeladd #vinland saga Canute #canute

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tastybluesprite · 11 months

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HIS LAUGH IS SO CUTE 😭❤️

#no you don’t understand it’s everything to me #sprite🥤#sprite talks #vinland saga #vinland saga season 2 #canute #prince canute #thorfinn #vinland saga canute #vinland saga thorfinn

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amidonexor · 1 year

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the truth must be told

#artists on tumblr #digital art #anime and manga #fanart #anime fanart #vinland saga #vinland saga canute #king canute #canute #thornute

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silversoulsociety · 1 year

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Canute

Vinland Saga S2 E18

#vinland saga #vinland saga s2 #king canute #canute #vinlandsource #vinlandedit #vinland saga canute #vinland saga spoilers #anisource #fyanimegifs #dailyanimatedgifs #animangaboys #anime gifs #anime #oroedits

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wirtsclowning · 1 year

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Late Night Meeting

caunte x gn! reader smut

minors and ageless blogs dni. you will be blocked

a/n: this took so long (mostly due to me procrastinating-) but it’s here! please enjoy! if you spy any mistake, feel free to notify me!

word count- 1.4k

cw: afab reader and oral (reader receiving)

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“ngh.. canute..” (name) gasped out, biting their lip as a means to stay quiet. their eyes staring between their legs, the said man’s hand rubs against their sex. a smirk creeped onto his face as he stared down at his companion, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. the man stood in front of them, their back leaning against the wall, his free hand placed beside their head.

“shh. you mustn’t make a noise, lest you want others to know of this ongoing affair.” his teasing voice rumbled against their ear. his hot breath tickling them, sending a short shiver down their spine. with how close they both are, (name) found themselves unconsciously buckling their hips against his hand. they nodded upon hearing his voice, firmly pressing their lips together- forming a thin line.

his fingers circled around where their clit would be, but seeing as how their clothes is blocking most of the stimulation, (name) became frustrated. their legs parted further apart, trying to give canute more access. the man, feeling this, gave a short chuckle before pulling his hand away.

“wha- why’d you do that?” they immediately asked, picking up their head to look back at the king.

“oh? how desperate you are.” the king’s hand traveled to the hem of their tunic, “don’t you worry. i don’t plan on edging you this time around.” with a swift movement, his hand went underneath the tunic, passing over their trousers and undergarment and found its way to their heat. his fingers immediately resumed their movements, circling around their clit sensually. their mouth gaped in a silent gasp, their eyes looking at where canute’s hand is.

“you fox.” they giggled out before letting out a soft moan, feeling the man’s fingers speeding up his pace.

he clicked his tongue, “that’s no way to speak towards your king.” he played along with their teasing, his head lowering down to their neck. his hot breath brushing up against their neck as they tilted their head upwards. the man’s lips latched itself onto them, his teeth biting lightly before letting his tongue slip out.

(name)’s spine experienced another shiver, this time their hips pushing itself upwards towards the man’s fingers. with that, he slides his fingers down their folds, their arousal soaking onto his fingers. expertly, his middle and ring finger entered their opening, stretching them. their hips grind further down onto his fingers, placing one of their hands on his shoulder as they sink their teeth onto their lip.

“fuck, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” they cursed, the blond biting their neck in response. a meek whimper slipped out as he used his thumb to stimulate their clit. their hand squeezed the man’s shoulder, their nails digging into his tunic.

“it’s not every day we get to meet like this,” he verbally responded after pulling away from their neck, where a purple-ish dark discoloration would later appear. his fingers continue their movement- thrusting inside and out of them, his thumb rubbing sensationally against their clit. the man eyes the expression on his companion, their attempts to keep quiet sent a hot sensation down his core, “i’ll relish this for as long as i can.”

pulling his fingers out of them, canute cleaned his fingers while giving a hum, “take your trousers off. if you make too much noise, i’ll have to stop.”

they complied, their mind fogged with need. hastily, they pulled down both their trousers and undergarment. canute knelt down, grabbing a hold of (name)’s hips with one hand while his other pushed up the hem of their tunic to expose them. before being able to get a word in, the man dipped his face towards their sex.

“mmph..!” a soft surprised yelp slipped past their lips, feeling the flat his tongue swiping over their clit. their hand going down to grab a hold of their tunic, letting canute’s hand go free. in response, he pulled one of their legs to rest on top of his shoulder, now giving him more access. his tongue pushed itself forward to go over their folds, his tongue enveloped their sex before retreating back to their clit. wrapping his lips around their bud, giving it a gentle suck before twirling his tongue around it.

“fuc- shit…” (name) clenched their teeth, their hips slowly grinding up against his lips. he continued to twirl his tongue, now simultaneously sucking on their clit. his free hand moved down to their folds, rubbing up against their entrance. seemingly satisfied, the man let go of his hold of their clit, creating a soft wet popping noise once he did so. he thrusted up his fingers once again, a whine calling out to him.

not giving them a verbal response, instead he blew cold air to their bud, curling his fingers inside of them. they clenched their thighs, a surprised gasp followed by a playful smile curled upwards onto their lips. his tongue sneaked back out, rolling their clit around with his tongue. his fingers thrusted themselves in and out, (name)’s arousal slowly dripping down his hands and dripping onto the floor. the wet erotic noise drove both of them to fall deeper into lust.

letting out a pathetic whimper, they felt him remove his fingers once again. they shot him a desperate glare, receiving a teasing smirk back at them. he then immediately lifted up their thigh further upwards before letting himself go further between their thighs. his tongue instantly made itself known once it found its rightful place in their entrance.

letting go of their tunic, they hurriedly placed their hand on caunte’s hair. they gripped his hair, sensually entangling their fingers through his blond hair. they tugged at him slightly, pushing his face further between them letting out a hushed moan when the man groaned onto them. the feeling of his nose nudging their clit as he shifted his face sent a shiver down their legs, trembling once his tongue was shoved inside their warmth.

“shit… canute i’m so fucking close,” they whimpered out, their hand tugging on his hair. their hips buckled onto his face, his nose rubbing against their sensitive bud. they bit their lip as they feel themselves on the edge of releasing. sweet bliss on the edge of the corner.

they shut their eyes closed, biting their lip as their back curled inwards- driving caunte’s head further onto them. the man changed his head position to focus on their clit before sucking on it eagerly, his tongue giving more stimulation as it massaged their clit.

with a final swept of his tongue, (name) came undone. despite their efforts to stay silent, breathy moans managed their way out of their bruised lips. they clinched their jaw as they came, their hand on their companion’s hair remained as they pulled on it weakly.

before they both could fall deeper into the rabbit hole of lust, they were alerted of knocking echoing across the room. a small curse left (name)’s lips, their eyes meeting canute’s- a wave of annoyance radiating off of them. canute pulled himself away from them, motioning for them to make themselves presentable and cleaned their arousal off of his face. hastily, they pushed themselves off the wall and dressed themselves, adjusting their tunic in place just in time for their companion to order the person behind the door to come in. (name) huffed in annoyance as they caught a glimpse of the person behind the door, the king’s royal advisor.

“yes, gunnar? to what do i owe the pleasure.” the king asked dryly. his legs carried him to the throne like chair at the center of the table in the middle of the room, plopping down- crossing his legs.

stepping forward, the advisor clasped his hands together, “i apologize for the intrusion, your majesty. however, i had just received news of the happenings in jomsborg. i believe this would be better discussed in… private…” the man gave a wary glance at (name), in turn , they rolled their eyes.

the king huffed out in amusement before turning his head to them, “you’re dismissed. i do expect for our discussion to resume later on. would be an awful shame to have it end so abruptly.”

a thrilled feeling blossomed inside them, they clenched their fist in anticipation before using one of their hands to place upon their chest and bow, “i look forward to it, sire.” with that, they hurriedly walked out of the room, but not without exchanging an annoyed glare with the advisor.

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