Could I get something Kassandra or f!evior please for your writing asks? Thank you!!
Dating Headcanons
Pairing: Kassandra x Reader; F!Eivor x Reader
Song: Golden Brown - The Stranglers
W/C: 600
T/W: None
Kassandra
Kassandra is a very intense and romantic lover
She'd literally worship the ground you walk in as if she was not a goddess herself
She'd always have her hands on you, either being on your waist, shoulders, back, holding your hand, etc.
A perfect date for her would be a picnic at sunset, she'd pick the best wine, have fresh fruits and savory snacks, although she'd probably spend most of the time admiring you
She takes a long time to sleep and toss and turn most nights, but her favorite position is to have you on her chest so she can caress your back and smell your hair as it helps her to relax
Her love languages are physical touch and gift giving, as i said, she always needs to be touching you, and every time you say you want/likes something she makes a mental note and surprises you with it, clothing, jewelry, books, food, you name it
Kassandra would like to get married if you wanted to, but a very simple ceremony, just the two of you and some very close friends to celebrate your love
She loves when you help her release tension by giving her massages, she feels so relaxed and cared for
She'd teach you how to fight but only to spare with her for fun, gods forbid you ever needed to fight for good, she'd never want you to risk your life
Sometimes she may not be that good at showing her love verbally, but she is an amazing poet and you always have something to read from her, specially when she leaves for long missions
Eivor
Eivor is a very attentive and sweet lover
She'd go above and beyond with all she could to protect you, she will teach you how to defend yourself, but she'd prefer if you just stayed safe at the settlement
You are one of the only people she trust to treat her battle wounds, although it might take lots of convincing to get her to accept she needs it
She loves when you're the one braiding her hair, she just melts into your touch
Her life is always surrounded by weapons, blood and combat, so a perfect date for her would be a simple walk around the settlement, taking her time to enjoy every single moment with you, the only time she allows herself to forget about her duties and worries
Eivor is a very light sleeper and sleeps like a rock all night, her favorite position is big spoon, where she can keep you warm in the winter and can protect you in her embrace
Her love languages are physical touch and acts of service, so aside from her loving touches she's always doing something for you, you said a shirt needed stitches? Already fixed. Something needed to be fixed in your room? Done a few minutes later. Needed specific herbs? She's already crossing the country to get them for you. She just wants you to have the best always
Eivor have lots of cute nicknames for you and she's not ashamed to call you every single one of them in front of others to show that you are hers
She'd love to have matching face paint with you, preparing the paint herself and having you paint each other
Eivor would not play about your wedding lol, she'd invite each and every one of her friends from other clans to celebrate with a big feast and everything you deserve on the happiest day of your life
pairing: eivor varinsdottir x fem!reader
word count: 1.4k.
description: for once, you're the one who has overindulged in the mead... luckily, your drengr is there to tend to you.
tags: FLUFF!, etablished relationship, some suggestive speech but nothing explicit happens, reader is a tad drunk, eivor is whipped for you.
a/n: i, once again, do not have an excuse for posting late. it took me a while to get used to typing with nails. BUT YAY! FIRST EIVOR FIC! i want to write a lot more for her in the future.
Being the wife of Eivor Varinsdottir included a lot of things.
It included being constantly showered in gifts from her raids, weaving intricate plaits into her straw blonde hair each morning, gladly indulging in her offers to join her when she bathes, and longing for her in a cold bed when she was off making alliances.
One of the best parts of your duty, though, were partaking in the feasts.
Being one of the (if not the) best drengr's in the Raven Clan, right hand to Sigurd, meant that your wife was expected to make merry at every celebration. You were included in this in association.
And making merry you were.
Usually, Eivor was the one being wrangled into drinking contests, dousing her horn in mead, and mumbling compliments into your ear as you guided her inebriated form to bed in the wee hours of morning.
However, during tonight's Yule feast, Eivor was in busy discussions with Randvi and Sigurd. She had been dealing with business in Snotinghamscire for the past month, something about choosing a new jarl for their clan. She'd wanted more opinions before making her decision (and she had been eager to return home to you).
Thus, you assumed her place in the festivities tonight.
The hall was alight with raucous laughter and the mouthwatering scent of savory meats and stews that had taken all day to broil. The braziers and hearths cast the wooden longhouse in warm flickering oranges and yellows. It made the shadows dance across smiling faces and the tapestries that adorned the walls.
Then, there was you.
Giggling at something Gunnar said from across the table. You were half-slumped onto the table, your cup of wine in your loosely curled fingers. Whoever had made the delicious concoction certainly knew what they were doing. It warmed your belly; tasting of delicious fruits and spices that complimented the earthy tone beneath.
Your face was warm and smile bright, eyes glassy from drink. Making your friendly rounds with everyone in the clan was certainly easier when the mead loosened your shoulders and tongue.
You'd danced with many a vikingr, laughed at terrible jokes, and even attempted to make Dag smile. Gunnar had saved you from falling on your face. Now, he was talking your ear off about his recent marriage.
One of his quips made you snort into your wine as you let the ambrosial drink slip down your throat.
"Someone's having a good time it seems." The voice comes from behind you, gravelly but carrying a fondness you were all too used to.
You set your cup down too quickly, almost knocking it over (Gunnar saves it from total disaster). Nearly falling off the bench, you scramble up to launch yourself into Eivor's arms.
"Eivor!" You nearly shout with glee.
Her arms are around your waist instantly, to hold you up and pull you closer. You bury your face into the fur cloak about her shoulders. It smells of campfire, snow, and the woodsy scent that always seemed to cling to your wife's skin.
You can feel more than hear her huff of amusement. A kiss is pressed into your hair.
"Having fun without me, hm?" She muses.
"You took too long." The pout is audible in your voice.
She hums. A callused palm rubs over the dip of your spine soothingly.
"Trust me, I would rather be out here with you than stuck in that stuffy room with Sigurd."
Her teasing makes you laugh.
"She did a fine job at making up for your absence, wolf-kissed!" Gunnar calls, tipsy himself. "Almost drained the entire cask of wine, she did!"
You pay little head to his words. You're too busy feeling up Eivor's toned back through her tunic under her cloak.
"Is that so?" Eivor muses.
A warm hand gently tips your chin up. Blue eyes, pale like ice, quickly scan your features. Her hair is a tad mussed from being stuck in her intricate braid all day, little blonde wisps tucked behind her ears. Her scar pulls at one of her pink lips as she smirks. You want to kiss it.
You're so distracted by the urge that you don't notice the reason for her smile.
Gods, are you a sight.
Eyes glassy with dilated pupils, leaning all your weight onto your drengr, face warm and expression so open and earnest that your thoughts can clearly be read on your face. That only happens when you're well and truly drunk; something Eivor has only seen a few times before.
"I think…" A thumb brushes across your cheek bone. "It's time for us to get to bed."
A pout immediately overtakes your plush lips.
"But it's only just started-"
"Dawn is peaking over the horizon, beloved."
You cast your eyes about.
Surely enough, pink-fingered dawn is stretching her arms across the fresh snowfall outside the longhouse windows. Many party goers are slumped over tables or asleep on the floor. It looks like you and Gunnar were the only ones left awake. When did that happen?
Eivor bites back a smile at your dazed expression.
Your stomach swoop as your legs are swept out from under you. Eivor cradles you easily in her strong arms. Your hands curl into her jerkin as you bury your face into the crook of her neck. You press little loving kisses along the scarring there. Usually, you wouldn't be so brazen in public… that's how Eivor knows you're truly a goner.
"If you'll excuse us, Gunnar, I best get my wife to bed."
Gunnar waves her off. The man wobbles as he stands from the bench and he staggers away… no doubt to find his own wife.
As Eivor maneuvers around snoring drunkards on the floor, you let your eyes slip shut.
"Did you have fun?" She husks quietly.
"Mhm." You tilt your head back against her shoulder as you begin to recount your night. "Danced a lot… talked a lot. Drank a lot. I even almost beat Petra in arm wrestling."
"Did you?" Amusement bleeds into her voice.
"This close." You mumble against her. You make a pinching gesture, your fingers practically touching.
"I'd have liked to see that."
She shoulders open the door to your shared room in the longhouse. The soft thud of the wood behind you ensures your privacy. The plentiful furs of bear and elk on the bed look all too inviting.
Eivor gingerly sits you on the edge of the bed. You lean back on your hands as she begin to strip off your boots.
"How were your talks with our jarl and his wife?" You muse, watching your wife through half-lidded eyes.
She sighs. The slope of her shoulders and flutter of her pale lashes give away just how tired she truly is. It makes you frown slightly. You plan to keep her in bed for the next week at minimum, she works too hard.
"Long. Arduous. Tiring." She rises from her knelt position, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. Her lips are ever so slightly chapped but you hum happily anyhow. "I'd have much preferred to spend the night with you instead."
"I'd have liked that too." Your words slur together as you sigh. Eivor begins to work your woolen overdress over your head, you raise your arms for her. "I missed you."
"I missed you too, my love." She undresses you meticulously until your left in your shift. Strong hands guide you back to lay down. Downy furs are tucked around you.
You settle into the comfort with ease. A dreamy smile spreads across your lips as you stretch. Never once do your eyes stray from your wife as she begins to undress for bed herself.
"Take off all your clothes," You demand simply. "I'd like to be between your thighs."
Eivor laughs, warm and rough, with a shake of her head. The sound makes your tummy warm. Now left in a simple tunic and breeches she's all too enticing. How dare she keep her sculpted muscles from your view.
"I would love to, wife, but I'm not sure you've the energy or mind for it."
The furs lift as she slides into bed beside you. You huff at her words but allow yourself to be pulled into her warm body. You reach your fingers to gently undo her braid, something she knows you love doing. One strong hand stays between your shoulder blades, the other slipping under your shift to rest at your waist.
You tuck your face against her shoulder, letting your eyes slip shut. Arms settled about your wife, absently carding your fingers through her wavy hair, finally home and safe, you're content.
"Tomorrow?" You venture to ask, voice groggy with half-consciousness.
She hums her agreement, pressing a smile against your hair.
"If you're not upending your stomach when you wake, I suppose I'm amenable. As long as I get to repay the favor."
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: For a few months now, you had been having strange dreams of two warriors when you'd fall asleep, some would say it were mere hallucinations, but they were more like.. memories.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,282
𝐀/𝐍: Happy halloween! 🎃✨️
This wasn't my favorite work ever, truly. I was planning to make it as a suggestive work and i wanted to write more, yet it turned.. sweet? Somehow? My brain is a question in of itself. Also, I've been really busy with uni, so I'm sorry to not have done better for you guys :(
Either way, this follows yandere themes, but it's pretty light. Hope you guys like it! - 𝐿𝓊𝓁𝓊🌷
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Months, it had been months since you were able to have a proper night of sleep without waking up with your heart broken and tears streaming down your cheeks or an aching wetness between your thighs that ruined your entire day.
Every night was the same, dreaming of two women, both warriors, who were supposedly your old lovers or wives by what you could gather in those dreams. It was so weird, they were like memories, yet weren't at the same time..? It made no sense, to think of such things as real, it was impossible.. Right..? Yet, you felt it all in your bones, the aches, the pleasure, the love.
Some nights, the dreams showed little moments of your lives together, as their partner. One time you were in ancient Greece, the other in Norway, then in medieval England with both of them.. It got to a point where you started considering going to a psychiatrist to see what was wrong with your head, or maybe you should just see a seer and ask for help.
It was so, so strange.. Their love for you seemed so real, like it actually happened, yet you never remembered it. Even if sometimes you wanted to return their affections, give them the same love.. The only question you had all this time was why..? Who were these women, what happened for you to dream of them so much..?
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and it had been nearly a whole year now, and yet, no answers were given, only bittersweet riddles and memories of past lives.. There was just so much your heart could take.
It was finally the night of Halloween, (y/n) was in a joyful mood today, for once not plaged with those dreams. The crisp autumn air, the nearby children happily awaiting to go trick or treating with their friends, families gathering to watch movies, and she was at home, finishing her costume for the night ahead. A simple witch costume thrown together with clothes from your closet, simple and cute.
As the girl finished getting ready, putting on her lipstick, she suddenly remembered the dreams weren't so frequent this last week, as if she was free of them.. oh you poor thing, how naive you were..
Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, - "(Y/N) WHERE ARE YOU GIRL..?!" "I'm coming, have some patience..!"-, she quickly turned off the lights on her room and went out of her flat, the group uniting to go for a "forest adventure" for the night.
The idea was rather simple, really. They had hired a crew to hunt them down in costumes and whoever lost would be paying for everyone's meal that night, fun and easy, until she lost herself from her friends, her flashlights battery had died and she felt the scent of blood hit her nose. A scream nearly leaving her lips as she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist.
- "Shhhh.. Easy there, love.. You're safe in my arms.. We finally found you again.." "So there she is.. You took your sweet time to find us, didn't you, Agapi mou.." -, those voices.. no, it couldn't be, no.. They didn't exist... - "Don't be so tense, little bunny.. We're here.. Your wives are here to keep you safe.." "You ran away from us, darling.. But don't fret, we're not mad.. You're ours again, finally.." - what..? Ran away..? There were just too many questions, yet, she didn't try screaming again, nor run.. She felt so tired of it all, like she wanted them to coddle her and let her nap in their arms.. As if she couldn't think anymore, she passed out in the strangers arms.
She woke up in a strange bed, it was cozy and warm, yet she had no idea where she was. Had these women kidnapped her..? Where was this place..? What about her friends..? How long had it been since she had passed out..? What had they done to her since then..?
She looked around the room for a moment, the house was small, a small cottage it seemed.. There were many weapons scattered around, blood on most of them, some walls were slashed too, many pieces of armor left on the floor, heavens.. What was this place..?
Her brain was working overtime before she felt soft kisses on her neck, making her stop and look behind her, the brown haired woman had been holding her as she slept, - "There you are, little one.. How was your nap? Shh.. Don't worry, Eivor went to chop some wood for the fire.. She'll be back soon so we can cuddle again.." "..Why am i here..?" "What..? Love, what are you talking about..?" "I.. I don't know either of you.. I don't even know why I'm here..."-
Kassandra was shocked at her lovers words, her eyes tearing up, - "Little one, darling.. you were our wife years ago.. How could you have forgotten us..? We have been looking for you for so long.." "I just.. Don't remember it.." - Kassandra simply nodded, her heart shattering. Eivor soon came home, having heard the entire conversation, - "My darling girl, you don't remember us?.. At all?" "No... I only had dreams of you, memories of my life with you two.. But I never met either of you before.." "Not in this lifetime.." - Kassandra spoke softly, - "But you were ours, our precious love, and we foolishly let you go.. Never again.. You're ours, forever.." - the younger girls eyes went wide, tearing up from fear, her bottom lip trembling as she saw the bloodied axe on the Norse womans hand, the red stains all over Eivors hand and forearm, it looked like she tried wiping it with her shirt. (y/n) was hardly listening as the greek woman spoke, just whispering a soft - "Please... Don't hurt me.." -, both women were shocked, coodling her even more - "We would never hurt you, little bunny.. We love you.." - Eivor walked over to the two women on the bed, pressing a kiss to the younger girls hair, going to hold her close alongside Kassandra, the smell of blood, pine and a distinct musk filling up the air.
- "Please don't leave us again.. You're everything to us little one.." -
The next few days were a blur, but they gave her the answers she had so badly been seeking, neither of them hiding anything from her. Specially their rather.. Bloody tendencies. They were ancient warriors after all..
The two women were immortals, cursed by higher beings, two ghosts that kept on traveling through time together, yet, the two shared a soulmate. Their only bound to the human world.
She had dissappeared from their grasp centuries ago, making them go feral without her love and affection to keep them sated, and the moment they saw her, reincarnated into this modern day little sweet human looking the same she did back then? They couldn't lose her again..
So they had been haunting her, keeping a close eye on her life and manipulating her dreams into their memories, all to drive her back to their arms.
It was shocking to hear, yet it made her understand why she felt so needy after those dreams, why her heart ached for those two most nights, why she felt like they were so easy to love.. And it explained why she never ran away when they kidnapped her. Why she felt safe and loved with them.
They were obsessed with her, with her love.. It had been so long.. You were home and that's all that mattered.
..Or maybe you had just gone mad and accepted that as truth, who knows?
would you guys like a special halloween fic with either kass or eivor?? i've been having some ideas for one, more specifically a nsfw one (i couldn't do kinktober this year, so i want to post at least one special this month :(( )
Hear me out.. fem eivor as a vampire in a modern au and it’s very fluffy and angsty (wlw)
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔! 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞)
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𝐀/𝐍: anon i LOVE vampire Eivor, like, she's already perfect as she is, but any character made into a vampire gets a thousand times hotter in my eyes 😩😩
Thank you for the request! Hope you like it! - 𝐿𝓊𝓁𝓊🌷
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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Eivor x F!Reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Vampire Eivor finds her darling mate.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 800
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♡ Eivor had been alive for more than a milenia, more than a thousand years roaming this earth after being bit by a vampire in Ledecestrescire back in 874, when she was only 27 years old;
♡ As she aged, she hated dealing with technology more and more, why did things need to be so complicated?! It wasn't like that back in her days, it was so much simpler and more efficient!;
♡ She missed going on raids, she missed Ravensthorpe, she missed her culture, she missed her old life;
♡ To say she hates being this old is an understatement, she hated having to live while watching those she loved and cared for died, every single time. It got to a point she resorted to being a loner, isolating herself to prevent the heartache that happened one way or another;
♡ It had been centuries since she tried locking herself away to rot, to see if she could finally rest from being immortal, hating her vampire life more and more everyday. It got to a point the few friends she has had to break her door to make her get out and talk to them;
♡ She tried, she truly tried. But Kassandra, her best friend and another ancient vampire, took her to night out, drinking at a bar with a beautiful lookout to the ocean, a sight Eivor loved to see;
♡ And in that bar, there she was, the most beautiful woman Eivor had seen in the time she has been alive. Not too tall, not too short, curves in all the right places, long soft hair, the most angelical of expressions.. she was sure she was looking at an angel that fell out of heaven by accident;
♡ But that smell, oh, she knew that scent.. was that.. another vampire? It couldn't be, she would never be so lucky.. Could she?
♡ But yet, it was a much sweeter scent than usual.. She had heard before of immortal mates, but she has been alive for centuries and never found her before, so why now..?
♡ But those beautiful colorful eyes, those quick reflexes, that perfect posture, and that heavenly scent.. she had really found her mate, and by the gods, she was perfect;
♡ Eivor had always been more of a masculine woman, growing up with mostly men around her and now isolating herself and trying hard to ignore the modern world, she didn't really know what to expect when it came to femininity, specially nowdays. Her big muscles, her strength, the way she dressed, she didn't see herself as attractive to the normal lesbian, not to a certain newborn vampire who was rubbing her thighs to try andd ease her need though;
♡ The girl, (y/n), was this baby vampire, turned into one less than a year ago, still not knowing much about the immortal life and being this cutie of a vampire with the strength of a bull, dead drop gorgeous, looking like a goddess walking among the living, she was every woman's dream, really;
♡ (y/n) fell in love at first sight, wanting to drop on her knees to worship the older woman while not even knowing her name, Eivor's strong scent hitting the poor girl like a truck;
♡ Kass left them to talk, knowing her friend would finally meet her other half that night;
♡ The couple kept having dates every other week, and it didn't take long before they moved together. Eivor tried becoming better for her lover, from learning about this world, to trying to understand tech, to learning chores and daily activities, finally earning a sense of normalcy she had missed so much;
♡ Their relationship wasn't perfect, from fights, to lack of communication, to learning and growing together, to understanding each other's view in life, to understanding affection and love, to understanding true pleasure, to finally, being happy;
♡ They went through so much together since that first night, from (y/n)'s first times as a vampire, to their first times as a couple, to some weird adventures Eivor took her on, to so, so much more, that it only made their love stronger;
♡ The two married in less than three years, their days filled with cuddles, love, sweet, sweet lovemaking, and obviously, lots of warm blood;
♡ They went on to live their immortal lives forever after, happy, and finally, together.
♡ In the end, with you by her side, Eivor doesn't hate being a vampire so much anymore.
- "I love you, darling.." - she spoke as her beloved sucked on someone's neck, slurping their warm blood into her smaller body - "I really do.." - Eivor continued as she watched the blood run down her beloveds chin, smiling at how divine she looked. Yep, this woman was wiped BAD for you, her sweeet little blood sucker.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: She's back from an exhausting job and needs you :(
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 699
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The seasons were changing, autumn was being welcomed in Ravensthorpe, and by that it means a lot of rain.
Eivor had been in Lunden for the past few weeks, finally returning home exhausted and sore from the fights, just wanting to have a bath and hit her bed to sleep. After days of sailing, her longboat was finally anchoring at the harbor in her settlement, a sigh of relief escaping her lips at the sight of home.
The crew started to unpack as they hit the harbor, bringing in the heavy boxes full of supplies and materials for the settlement as Eivor assisted them. She stopped for a moment, feeling her raven perch in her shoulder asking for pets and snacks - "No snacks now, Sýnin.. We need to finish unpacking so we can go home.. And do go bother my gir--" -
Sýnin flew away happily before Eivor could even finish speaking , leaving her alone as the norse woman called out for her - "Hey! Where are you going..?!" -, little did she know her raven had come to greet a certain flower, against her advice.
(y/n) had been napping in her home, Eivor's pillow held tightly against her chest as she slept, waking up at Sýnin's cries, her eyes fluttering open as she got up, a confused expression in her face. She smiled softly and went to pet the raven, the bird leaning into her touch while cooing softly - "Aww.. I missed you too, Sýnin.." - the bird chirped happily at the girls words. All of a sudden, the raven flew away, cawing as she flew, a way she used to ask the girl to follow her, and so she did, running in her soft dress across the settlement after the raven.
Eivor was helping her crew finish unloading the longboat when she heard the cries of her bird companion and the soft voice of her beloved, - "Sýnin, get back here..! Where are you takin-- Oh." - (y/n) had finally seen Eivor staring at her with the biggest smile in her face. - "Love! You're back..!" - she ran into Eivor's arms, hugging her tightly - "I'm back flower.. it's so good to have you in my arms again.." - her girlfriend blushed, hiding her face in the viking's chest.
Eivor laughed softly, wrapping her strong arms around her - "So sweet... " "Shut it.." - (y/n) spoke softly, her voice muffled by her lovers clothes as Eivor laughed again. She was exhausted, but heavens, what wouldn't she do for this girl..
That same night, the two were snuggled together, Eivor's head resting on her girlfriends breasts as the younger girl re-did her braids after a bath, in which she insisted the norse woman let her hair down so she could wash it, Eivor nearly asleep from how good it felt to be home again, in the arms of the one she loved most and as she felt her love play with her hair, making her even more sleepy.
Her flower had noticed her sleepy expression, a soft smile on her lips, - "Tired, love..?" "Very.." - (y/n) pressed a kiss to Eivor's temple, giggling softly as she felt the older woman smile against her chest - "My poor raven is so tired.. Sigurd should stop sending you to solve his problems.." "He's the jarl, flower, I can't say no to my brother.." "Doesn't mean you can't try, you need more rest before you collapse.." "I know, sweet thing.." - the two fell onto this comfortable silence, the only sound in the room was that of the fire crackling on the fireplace nearby.
(y/n) hadn't notice her girlfriend staring at the love bites she had left on her soft skin earlier while they made love that were now blooming into small bruises, loving the sight of her little flower all marked up by her lips, her need for darling satisfied for now, before she nuzzled into her girls soft breasts and closing her eyes.
It wasn't long before (y/n) heard her girlfriend snoring softly, her strong arms tightly wrapped around her smaller body as she dreamed away, - "Sweet dreams, my tired raven.." - she whispered softly, kissing her temple again as she felt Eivor happily nuzzle more into her.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A day picking berries ended up sweeter than you expected!
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 245
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Spring in Ravensthorpe is a beautiful thing, from the animals becoming lively again, to the blooming nature, to the settlement becoming alive after a harsh, long winter.
(y/n) had set out on a small adventure that morning, going to pick some fresh berries to make some baked goods for herself and Eivor, who was supposed to come home soon from some negociacions with a nearby village. What the younger woman didn't know, was that she was being followed by her beloved for a few moments now, yet she was far too distracted with the berries to notice her beloved looking rather hungrily at her.. uhh, voluptuous bottom..
It wasn't until a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist before she tripped herself on a branch she hadn't even noticed that she realized Eivor was there. - ''Love..? You came back so soon?'' ''I did.. and what exactly is my beloved flower doing all by herself out here..?'' ''Picking berries!'' ''Berries..? And you couldn't have waited for me?'' - the younger woman pouted softly - ''Wanted to surprise you..'' ''Oh darling..'' - Eivor kissed her softly, picking her up in her arms.
- ''There's a much sweeter treat only you have.. and that i'm much more interested on..'' - (y/n) blushed softly at her words - "Though I might add, these berries are delicious too.." -, she playfully rolled her eyes as her beloved picked up the basket full of juicy, sweet berries and carried her home to enjoy her sweet treat.
