#einar x reader

[call-me-kat-astrophe]

palia bachelors with an s/o who has a bed full of plushies | hassian, hodari, einar, nai'o, reth & jel x gn!reader | contains heavy 18+ content (except for einar) so mdni

Reth jokingly refers to them as your children, often saying he needs to 'move the children over' to make enough room to slide into the bed beside you. Other times, he has to get up and take the plushies out of the room before he feels comfortable enough to engage in any 'adult activities'.

"C'mon, sweet tooth, not in front of the children," he complains teasingly mid-kiss, eyes twinkling with that mischievous glint you both love and dread.

"They're literally full of cotton, Reth."

Reth gasps and clamps his hands over their plush ears. "Don't listen, kids, your [mommy/daddy] doesn't know what they're saying."

You have to remind yourself why you love this dorky chef so much on a nightly basis with his theatrical antics - but then your annoyance fades when he has your legs thrown over his shoulders, his tongue lapping at your soaked hole with more enthusiasm than when he's eating a bowl of soup.

Hodari is a little uncomfortable with all the plushies on the bed, even though you go out of your way to move them any time he spends the night at your house, he can still feel their beady eyes watching from the other corner of the room.

"I jus' don't understand why you gotta have a small army of these things, darlin'," he sighs one night. Both of you are already in bed and snuggled together, his hand absentmindedly stroking your hair.

You shrug in his arms. "I don't know, I think they're cute. Plus they're kind of like reminders of the different bugs I caught or animals I hunted. A few are even from times I teamed up with friends. They make me happy when I look at them."

Hodari doesn't complain about them again after that. If they make you happy, that's enough for him - even if they still give him the creeps and he has to put effort into pretending their little button eyes aren't watching as he rails you into the mattress so hard your cries and the sound of skin slapping echo throughout the house.

Nai'o thinks they're cute and you're even cuter for having so many, all neatly arranged on your bed. He even gifts you a few if he happens upon any. There's a Butterball plushie he made himself just for you that sits among the others and it makes him beam with pride and love each time he sees it.

He also has a guilty pleasure of making you bury your face in said plushies when he's taking you from behind, eyes rolling back in his head and hips slapping against your rear end as he whimpers and whines above you: "O-oh, babe, you feel - hah - feel so good, so good, babe."

After, he feels a little guilty and makes sure to apologise to them, especially Butterball, and then you, despite your continued assurances that you in fact do not mind at all.

Nai'o will then bury his face in your chest for the rest of the night and pointedly not look at any of the plushies without blushing.

Hassian thinks they are childish and voices his disapproval each time he spends the night, whether it's with a click of his tongue and a distasteful look or a passive comment on where he will sleep when there's clearly no available space on the bed.

But he tries to be respectful of your environment and doesn't toss them out onto the floor like he wants to, especially when the both of you are on your sides and he has you pressed up against him, your back to his front, his cock sliding in and out of your wet hole, creating lewd sounds that mix with your gasps and moans.

He fixes each plushie with a fierce glare as he takes you in his arms, wrapping an arm around your sternum and pulling you back into him as if he's laying claim to you, teeth bared in a silent snarl that says 'mine'.

A secret, ugly part of him wants to pump his cum all over the plushies in a primal display of dominance, marking his territory - or, even better, having you ruin them with your release that he is the bringer of. (But he never voices this aloud to you.)

Quite frankly, Jel is disappointed in your taste. These plushies add nothing to your decor and they only serve to push him out of your bed from the lack of space on it. He pouts and makes comments on how they must bear more importance to you than he does when you insist on having them on the bed with both of you.

Little abominations, all of them, especially when he's whining underneath you and splays his hands out to fist the sheets, accidently grabbing a plushie instead and briefly souring his ascent to ephemeral heights.

Will plead with you to move them elsewhere, anywhere - preferably the shipping bin outside your house - and gives you the saddest, wettest eyes until you cave.

Jel has never been happier than when he walks into your bedroom to see the plushies have finally been moved off the bed. Now he has all the space in the world for you both to explore each other's bodies and pleasure one another well into the night, with no risk of meeting the beady soulless eyes of a Rainbow-tipped butterfly plushie.

Einar does not understand plushies and your desire to have them until you explain that they are much to you like what shiny pebbles are to him. Then he understands completely and does not ask you to compromise their resting place. Rather, he is careful not to squish any when you ask him to cuddle in bed with you, a slightly difficult task given his height and stature, but when you ask him for closeness he finds he cannot deny you.

Humans are strange in their need for constant affection and touching but he finds he does not detest it entirely himself. It is somewhat soothing to have your warm body against his cold metal frame.

Einar makes a point to greet the plushies each time he meanders into your bedroom, gently patting each one on the head. He does the same thing to say goodbye the next morning before leaving for the lake.

Will keep an eye out for any plushies he might spot in the lake or accidently fish up himself. He is so proud to present you with one and see your entire being light up with joy, it makes his mechanical heart tick faster with what he has come to realise is the human term called love.

recently been playing palia on another account on ps5 and the lack of content for me to binge read inspired this.

also i'm sorry but i cannot physically write smut for einar, he's just too pure and i don't even understand how that would work anatomically. also, does he have a mechanical heart? idk but he does now.

let me know if i should include the bachelorettes! (and maybe ashura too hehe)

thanks for reading :3

- kat

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[moowrites]

Hello!! Can I request a Snake (Vinland Saga) x femreader please? Maybe where he falls in love with a slave in the farm and got to know each other because she is a Thorfin and Einar friend. Thank you<3

Ooo okay bet, let’s do it! Thank you for being my first request, bae! <3 Please let me know if this was to your liking!

Request 01:

wc: 2,141

The cold water splashes against your hands as you work to wash the dishes placed on the big wooden bucket.

At the moment, you were listening to Arnheid speak about how her night had gone with the master Ketil. You hummed in response as she went to detail in regards to her pregnancy. Truthfully, she had told you to keep quiet about it, but who could you tell anyways? It wasn’t any of your business to talk, nor did you have friends to speak that about.

Except Thorfinn and Einar of course, but how could you tell Einar when he is head over heels for Arnheid? And how could you tell Thorfinn? He would surely scold you for telling him someone else’s business.

“Good morning Einar, Good morning Thorfinn.”

Arnheid suddenly said, looking up as the two men approached from behind. They had just woken up to get reqdy for the day. “Good morning, Arnheid.” Einar said happily to which Thorfinn nodded as a hello.

You smile softly as you wave at both, you weren’t the yapping type after all. “Well, I’m off.”

You stand up from the grass, dusting off the bottom of your dress. You also clap your hands twice, to get rid of the water that dripped down. You bow as a sign of respect as a way to say goodbye for now. “Gonna help the elder master today?” Arnheid questions, to which you nod.

“He’s getting sicker by the day.”

The atmosphere turns grey upon you informing them. “He still remembers everything of course, but the master is getting weaker. He sometimes has..accidents.”

You blush upon realizing that was unnecessary information. Useless, really.

“I’m off.”

You turn to start walking to the old barn, to which Arneid yells out a “good luck!” You raise your hand as a small gesture.

Upon getting to the barn, you hurry to make breakfast. You jolt as you get surprised by the sudden noise of the front door slamming open.

“Yo, gramps!”

A familiar voice calls out, you roll your eyes upon realizing it’s just Snake.

“He’s fast asleep, Mr. Snake.”

You notify him, cutting up the vegetables as the stew is cooking up in the big pot above the fire you had created.

“Yo, lady [Name], didn’t see ya there.”

You don’t look up as Snake passes by and proceeds to sit on the chair, taking off the belt that contained his sword and placing it on the table.

Your eyebrow twitches as you watch him do so.

“No weapons on the dinner table, sir.” You remind him, to which he snickers and says “sorry sorry.”

He takes the sword from on top of the table and lays it beside him.

“How has gramps been lately?” You take the chopped vegetables to throw them into the stew, humming as you do so.

The stew bubbled gently, the savory scent filling the barn. You stirred slowly, your back turned to Snake as he lounged in the chair like he owned the place

“The same,” you finally answered, voice low. “The elder remembers, but his body betrays him. It won’t be long before—” you cut yourself short, biting your lip.

Snake tilted his head, his lazy smile softening, though his sharp eyes stayed on you.

“You always worry too much, lady [Name]. The old man’s stubborn. He’ll outlast us all, you’ll see.”

You scoff quietly, shaking your head.

“I wouldn’t bet on it.”

“Good thing I don’t gamble, then,” he replied smoothly, leaning back with a stretch, boots dragging against the wooden floor. “I just keep my sword sharp and my eyes open.”

Your gaze flicked to the blade lying against the table’s edge. Even tucked away, it radiated menace. You had never cared for weapons, but something about Snake’s presence was different. Dangerous, yes—but steady, reliable, almost like a shield instead of a threat.

“You’re awfully comfortable for a guest,” you remarked, pouring a bit of stew into a bowl to taste.

“Guest?” he echoed, amusement lacing his tone. “I’ve been around long enough, don’t you think? Maybe this is my home too.”

You snorted, hiding the way your lips threatened to curve into a smile. “If this is your home, then maybe you should help chop the wood out back instead of lounging here.”

Snake chuckled lowly, the sound rumbling through the barn like a cat’s purr. “Chop wood, huh? You giving me orders now?”

“Only because you’re in the way.” You set the ladle down, finally turning to look at him. His half-lidded gaze met yours, sharp but unreadable, like he was weighing something unspoken between you.

A beat passed.

Then, with that same infuriating smirk, Snake said, “Careful, lady [Name]. Keep bossing me around, and I might start to like it.”

The stew bubbled steadily, filling the barn with the warm scent of herbs and broth. But his voice tugged at something in you, pulling you back to when you’d first crossed paths.

⸻

It had started with Thorfinn and Einar.

You’d been working near them more and more—Einar with his endless energy, Thorfinn with his quiet strength—and little by little, they’d made room for you. It wasn’t anything grand, just shared water, a laugh, a small conversation here and there. They treated you like… a person. That was rare enough.

One evening, after a long day in the fields, the three of you had lingered by the barn. Arnheid tended to sleep with Master Ketil as she was the favorite, yet you were meant to stay at the barn with Thorfinn and Einar. The air was cool, the sky painted with streaks of orange. You remembered Einar leaning against the fence, talking about the harvest, while Thorfinn sharpened his knife in silence.

That was when Snake appeared.

He moved like a shadow—easy, fluid, but sharp in a way that set him apart from the others. You hadn’t even realized who he was until Einar stiffened slightly and muttered his name under his breath.

Snake’s eyes had flicked from Thorfinn, to Einar, and then landed on you. He studied you with the same sharpness he used for everything, as though weighing your worth in a single glance.

“And who’s this?” he’d asked lazily, voice carrying the edge of a smirk. Einar had been quick to speak. “She’s… a friend.” You’d blinked at that. Friend. It wasn’t a word you’d expected to hear attached to you.

Snake’s gaze had lingered, unsettling and unreadable, before he gave a small hum. “Friend, huh? Didn’t know you two collected strays.”

Your cheeks had burned hot, but before you could bristle, Thorfinn looked up from his knife, expression flat but firm. “She’s with us.”

Snake had tilted his head at that, something like curiosity flashing in his eyes. Then, with a shrug, he’d walked on, muttering, “Suit yourselves.”

But after that night, he always seemed to notice you. Passing glances, offhand remarks, the kind of attention you never asked for yet could never escape.

⸻

“Earth to lady [Name].”

Snake’s voice pulled you back to the present. Your hand was hovering uselessly over the pot, ladle still in your grip. He was watching you now, amusement tugging at his lips.

You stirred in silence, shoulders stiff as you tried to ignore the sound of Snake’s boots dragging lazily across the wooden floor. He always walked as though time itself bent to his pace, unhurried, self-assured.

“You’re awfully quiet all of a sudden,” he drawled, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “I’m cooking,” you muttered, eyes fixed on the pot.

“Mm.” He sounded amused, but there was something heavier beneath it, a weight that made the hairs rise on your arms. “Smells good.”

He was closer now—so close that the warmth of his presence pressed against your back. You swallowed hard, refusing to turn, your hand steady on the spoon even though your pulse betrayed you.

“Don’t distract me. If it burns, it’s your fault.”

Snake chuckled low, the sound sliding like velvet along your spine. “Guess I’ll take responsibility, then.”

Before you could reply, his hand pressed to the table beside you, his body leaning just enough that the world seemed to shrink. You weren’t trapped—Snake never truly caged you—but the illusion of it was enough to send your heart racing.

“Mr. Snake—”

Your protest cut short when his lips brushed yours. Light, testing, like the edge of a blade tracing skin without breaking it. The scent of steel and smoke clung to him, blending with the stew’s earthy aroma.

You froze, breath catching.

He kissed you again, firmer, as though he’d tested the water and now dove in with intent. Your hand stilled on the spoon, your mind torn between shoving him away and melting into the rare, dangerous warmth of his mouth.

When he pulled back, his grin was infuriatingly smug.

“Careful, lady [Name]. You’ll burn more than just the stew if you keep tempting me like that.”

You blinked at him, chest rising and falling unevenly. “You can’t—”

“What? Kiss you?” His tone was light, but his eyes were sharp, studying you like a hawk. “Why not?”

You forced yourself to turn back to the stew, gripping the ladle too tightly. “Because I’m a slave. And you—” you gestured toward the sword resting by the chair “—you’re not. You’re above me. This—whatever this is—it can’t happen.”

Snake tilted his head, scratching idly at his jaw as if you hadn’t just thrown a wall between you. “Above you?” He let out a dry laugh. “That’s funny. You think because I keep the master’s dogs in line, I’m somehow untouchable? You’re wrong.”

You didn’t answer, focusing instead on pouring the stew into bowls, your hands steady though your chest was a storm. Snake stepped back, giving you space, but his gaze lingered. “You don’t get it, do you? Slave or not, you’ve got more spine than half the free men here. That’s what I see.”

You set the bowls down harder than you meant to, the sound echoing in the barn. “Don’t say things like that. It’s cruel.”

His brows rose. “Cruel?”

“Yes.” You faced him finally, jaw tight. “Because even if you mean it, even if you see me as… more, it doesn’t change what I am. What I’ll always be. A slave doesn’t get to choose. A slave doesn’t get to—” You cut yourself off, throat tight. “Not with someone like you.”

The air between you grew heavy, the fire crackling loud in the silence.

Snake’s expression softened, just slightly. The usual smug curve of his lips faded, replaced by something harder to read. “You think I don’t know about chains?” he asked quietly. “Mine just don’t have iron on ‘em.”

You blinked, startled by the seriousness in his tone. Snake rarely let anything slip past his lazy, sharp-edged mask.

He took a step closer, slow, deliberate, like a man approaching a wild animal that might bolt. “I didn’t kiss you to play with you, lady [Name]. I did it ‘cause I wanted to. ‘Cause I’ve wanted to.”

Your chest tightened painfully. “And what happens if someone sees? If the master finds out? Do you think they’d punish you? No. They’d punish me.”

Snake’s gaze darkened, a shadow crossing his features. He didn’t flinch at the truth of it, didn’t deny it. He only sighed, leaning back against the table once more. “You’re right. It’s dangerous. Stupid, even.” His lips twitched, though it wasn’t quite a smile. “But tell me you didn’t want it, and I’ll never try again.”

You froze. The words lodged in your throat like a thorn.

Tell him you didn’t want it. Tell him and he’ll walk away, leave you to your quiet, safe routine. But your silence betrayed you, and you knew he could read it in the heat blooming across your face.

Snake chuckled again, softer this time, and shook his head. “That’s what I thought.”

He reached for his sword, strapping the belt back around his waist with practiced ease. As he turned to leave, he paused in the doorway, glancing over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, lady [Name]. I won’t push you. Not unless you let me.” His gaze held yours, unwavering. “But don’t fool yourself into thinking I’ll stop wanting to.”

He halted his movements for a second, he tilted his head to look back at you and with a grin he said, “I’ll come back when the stew is ready. I’m starving.”

With that, he left, the door creaking shut behind him.

You stood in the barn, the stew cooling on the table, your heart still hammering like a drum. The kiss lingered on your lips, heavy with the taste of smoke and danger, impossible to forget.

Complicated, you thought bitterly, setting the bowls down for the elder master. It wasn’t supposed to be complicated. And yet, with Snake, it always would be.

“[Name]?” The older master called out to you. You snapped out of your thoughts and hurried over to his room. “C-Coming!—“

[zafirosreverie]

Palia characters

Subira

Not the same

Einar

Jel

Caleri

Eshe

Not now, not yet

Tamala

[palianimagines]

Imagine fishing with Einar.

[rukia-writes]

Me, taking a picture of my son:

✨Dating Einar headcanons ✨

❤️Dating Einar is heaven sent.

❤️God tier boyfriend.

❤️Remembers ALL events involving his s/o.

❤️The sweetest boyfriend.

❤️Need him to go town at three in the morning?

❤️He goes.

❤️Need him to buy a burger or something at four in the morning.

❤️Call this man.

❤️If he’s in the modern AU he text his s/o all the time in a non over bearing way.

❤️Goes shopping with them. Wherever they want to go.

❤️His love is sad?

❤️Not with Einar.

❤️In canon verse he’ll be as loving and understanding better than any man in his time.

❤️In a modern AU he’ll everything to the smallest thing to the greatest to make sure his love is happy.

❤️Einar looks tough but he’s a big bear.

❤️Kind of like Thorkell.

❤️But he also won’t hesitate to mess anyone up if they mess with his love.

❤️Like, when you can make Snake go “Oh shit” for a second that’s major.

❤️Einar will protect and love his s/o with every fiber of his being.

✨Rukia-Writes✨