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FRISSON | SNAKE (VINLAND SAGA)

synopsis: upon hearing the news of you becoming single, snake takes it upon himself to comfort you pairing: snake x fem!reader wc: est. 2.1k tags, warnings: smut, cunnilingus, unprotected p -> v, snake is obsessed with you, this fic is lowkey self-indulgent | @rottiens

Snake wasn’t one to meddle in his men’s personal lives, but the furrow between his brows deepened as he overheard his subordinates consoling their comrade with promises of a barrel of wine and a new girl to ease the sting of his parting from you. It was a mutual decision, the man claimed. Snake clicked his tongue against his teeth, unable to stomach any more of their foolish chatter.

His thoughts drifted instead to you — your hands deftly slicing vegetables as you prepared him dinner, the seagrass basket brimming with crops resting effortlessly against the curve of your hips. He wondered if your work on the farm ever left accidental bruises on your skin, and how sweet it would feel to kiss each one, tasting you as he soothed them away. No — he could never agree to leave you.

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A warrior who won’t wait. A desire that can’t be denied. CW: NSFW, Thorkell the Tall x F!Reader, princess!reader, stolen passion, bedroom smut, unrestrained lust, public teasing, forced proximity, possessive male, explicit sexual content, praise kink, exhibitionism, teasing, grinding, dirty talk, orgasm, dominance/submission, teasing under clothes, power play, lust, body worship, sexual tension, unrestrained desire. Word Count: 2,806

The knock on your chamber door rattled through the wood, sharp, urgent—but you were already lost to him.

Thorkell sprawled against your pillows like he owned them, mouth devouring yours, his beard rasping down your throat. Your skirts were bunched high around your hips, thighs spread over his, grinding against the thick, unyielding muscle of his thigh. His hands roamed everywhere, greedy and rough—one cupping your jaw possessively, the other tangled in fabric, tugging inch by inch until the cool air licked the backs of your knees.

You ground against him, hips moving in tiny desperate circles, moans stifled against his mouth. His every shift, every breath, sent fire through your body.

“Thorkell—” Your voice cracked somewhere between scold and plea.

He chuckled low against your skin, hot breath chasing shivers up your neck. “What? You think anyone passing by doesn’t already know?” His teeth tugged your bottom lip until your breath broke with a pop, his grin sharp against your mouth. “Let ’em hear.”

Another rap at the door, louder this time.

“Princess? The king summons you!” a servant’s voice called.

Thorkell’s thigh flexed deliberately beneath you, dragging against your core. Your pulse spiked in panic. From behind the door came mutters, the scrape of boots on stone, the rattle of the handle against the frame—thank the gods it was locked. Footsteps shifted impatiently, then another sharp knock.

You swallowed hard, chest heaving, and forced out a response: “A moment!”

Silence fell on the other side, then the reluctant shuffle of feet and muffled voices retreating down the corridor.

Thorkell kissed your jaw, grin curling against your skin. “See? Told you. We’ve got time.” You tried to wiggle back, to catch a breath, but his hands refused to let go.

“Thorkell—” you gasped as his thumb brushed higher, dangerously close. “My father—”

“Would have my head if he saw what his good little daughter was grinding on,” he growled, wicked and amused. His lips brushed your ear, voice dropping to a husky whisper. “And you’d let him, wouldn’t you? Just to feel like this again.” He leaned in, stealing your mouth in another crushing kiss.

Your throat tightened, body trembling. You didn’t even manage words—only a shaky, traitorous little sound escaped you, shocking even your own ears.

The knock came again, sharp, impatient: “Princess, the king waits!”

Thorkell’s growl rumbled deep like thunder. For a moment, you thought he’d ignore it, toss you to the mattress and damn the summons entirely. Instead, with maddening slowness, he leaned back, releasing you inch by inch.

“Tease,” he muttered darkly, eyes gleaming as he watched you stumble off his lap, skirts falling messily around your thighs.

You fumbled with fabric, cheeks burning, legs weak. He caught your wrist again, pressed your palm flat to his chest. His heartbeat thundered wild beneath your hand.

“Go, then,” he murmured, brushing his mouth over yours in a quick, greedy kiss. “But every step you take, every glance you give anyone else—you’ll think of me.”

You tore free, breathless, rushing to smooth your gown and pin back stray strands of hair. As you reached the door, his hand landed bold on your backside, making you gasp. He leaned close, lips grazing your ear, voice low enough to be dangerous:

“Don’t keep me waiting long, Princess.”

You shoved him off with one last look, heat coiled low and aching, his smirk burned into you as surely as his touch.

—

The guards flanked you, their torches throwing jagged shadows along the walls as you descended the narrow stairwell. Their boots struck against the flagstones in a steady rhythm, each echo making your pulse pound harder. You kept your chin high, back straight, gown smoothed into place, but your body betrayed you. The slick between your thighs clung hot and distracting with every step, a throbbing reminder of what had nearly happened in your chamber.

The hall doors loomed, carved oak tall as giants, iron hinges groaning as they swung wide. Heat, noise, and light swallowed you whole.

The mead hall throbbed with life. Smoke from the boar pit curled toward the rafters, heavy with spice and fat. Dice rattled across wood, warriors bellowed songs off-key, horns clashed in toasts, and somewhere a fiddle scraped merrily against the rise of voices. The stone walls pulsed with the sound, torches flickering in the drafts, shadows dancing over faces made fierce with drink.

You kept your head bowed, skirts brushing the rushes as you walked between the long tables. All eyes turned as you approached. Your guards trailed close, escorting you to the dais—where your father sat, crown glinting under the torchlight, shoulders broad with the weight of rule—their boots echoing against the floor, a reminder of the order and dignity you must project. Still, beneath your gown, your thighs ached with every stride, the soreness of moments ago a pulsing reminder. Heat slicked between your legs, shameful and distracting, no matter how tightly you pressed them together.

You bent low in a practiced bow, the movement slow and graceful.

His gaze lingered on you, sharp and knowing, before he leaned close. His words were low, meant for your ear alone. “You kept me waiting, daughter.”

Your throat tightened. You lowered your eyes. “Forgive me, Father. I was… unwell.”

A long pause. He studied you as though he might peel the lie from your tongue. At last, he gave a single nod and turned away. Relief loosened your chest as you moved swiftly to his side. You prayed the candlelight did not show the flush still warming your cheeks. The scrape of the bench against the stone seemed too loud as you folded neatly into your seat beside him, smoothing your gown with trembling hands.

When he rose, the hall obeyed. Silence rippled outward, filling every shadow.

“My people,” his voice cracked like thunder. “We drink tonight to strength, to steel, to Denmark!”

The hall erupted in frenzy. Horns slammed against tables, voices shook the rafters. You clapped with them, smiled as expected, but your body hummed with distraction, your heart lodged high in your throat.

“Daughter.” His voice cut through the din, commanding. “A few words.”

For one terrible heartbeat, your legs threatened to give. But you rose, spine straight, smile fixed. A princess. A daughter of kings.

“Denmark’s strength lies in its warriors,” you declared, projecting despite the fire in your cheeks. “Men who fight for their king—men who never falter.”

The roar that followed nearly drowned you, the cheer rolling like a storm tide against the stone walls. You bowed low, hiding the tremor in your hands, and slid back into your chair.

And then—you felt him.

Across the hall, sprawled at the lower table, Thorkell sat like a predator at ease. His horn of mead rested loose in one enormous hand, the other draped carelessly over the bench. His legs spread wide.

He dragged his eyes across you with shameless deliberation—your flushed cheeks, your lips pressed too tight; the curve of your waist under silk; the way your hands trembled faintly in your lap. Heat flared under your skin, worse than flame.

He hadn’t touched his food. He hadn’t even joined the cheers. He just stared.

He shifted lazily, his hips spreading wider, his arm flexing where it draped behind his companions. The torchlight caught the bulge of his muscles, veins running thick over his forearm, his hand enormous and scarred yet impossibly sure. His jaw worked as he licked a drop of mead from his lip, tongue flashing just enough to make your breath hitch.

You bit the inside of your cheek, thighs pressing together, the slick between your legs slicker still.

Asgeir sat beside him, frowning. “You’ve not touched your plate.”

Thorkell smirked, tilting the horn lazily. “Already did.” His words weren’t for Asgeir. His eyes burned into you, heavy, unrelenting.

Asgeir glanced between him and the untouched slab of boar, confusion knitting his brow. “Since when do you eat like a bird? Usually, you’d have cleared three platters by now.”

Thorkell ignored him entirely, lips curling in a grin meant only for you. You dug your nails into the wood of your chair, desperate for stillness. Gods help you; your gaze lingered greedily on him—The sharp cut of his cheekbones, the wild mane of blond hair, the cruel slant of his mouth as he drank you in from across the hall. Your thighs pressed together, hips rolling—subtly mocking the rhythm he’d already taught your body upstairs.

Your father turned to speak with one of his jarls. You stole the chance to glance again—The thickness of his throat, cords shifting as he swallowed another long draught of mead. His chest strained against his tunic with every breath, muscles shifting like coiled rope—every detail burned into you until you had to look away, biting the inside of your cheek just to hold yourself together.

Your father’s voice dragged you back, sudden and sharp. He rose, and you stood quickly, linking yourself to him, grateful for the excuse to stand. You offered your arm, steadying him as he stepped down from the dais, warriors parting respectfully as you passed. Together you walked the long stone corridor beyond the hall, servants trailing with torches, the sound of merriment fading with every step. Your slippers tapped soft against the flagstones in rhythm with your father's heavier tread.

For a while, only the crackle of the torches and quiet echo of your footsteps in the corridor filled the silence.

“You spoke well tonight,” he said after a moment, his tone softer now, worn by age and mead.

“Only truth, Father,” you murmured, eyes fixed forward though your thoughts strayed backward—toward a lion sprawled with mead, toward that smirk meant only for you.

He patted your hand where it rested against his arm, the rare weight of his pride overwhelming you even as your pulse raced for another reason entirely. “I grow old,” he murmured, voice heavy with weariness. “Before long Harald and Canute will face the burden of rule… and you, my daughter, must guide them as is right.”

You nodded, looking at him, at the weary pride in his face. Your eyes slid to the shadowed end of the corridor, and you swallowed hard, throat tight—half-expecting to see broad shoulders, thick veins, a smirk gleaming in torchlight. Your mind strayed traitorously from the crown or duty. Instead, it conjured the veins of Thorkell’s forearms, the sheer breadth of his shoulders. You’d stolen glances of him even as you walked your father out, greedily hoarding the memory of his face lit by firelight, his eyes glittering like he already owned you.

By the time you reached his chamber door, your chest ached with the effort of composure. You bowed deeply as he was ushered inside by his maids to tend him. He disappeared within, the doors closed with a heavy thud, leaving you alone in the darkened corridor.

Only then did you let yourself exhale, leaning back against the cold wall. Your thighs were trembling, your lips bitten raw, and in your chest burned that terrible, aching truth—you had thought of him every step.

—

The corridor was empty, torches flickering against stone, shadows stretching long and restless. Every step you took sounded loud in the silence, your breath ragged, thighs pulsing with ache, every thought circling back to him. You rounded the corner—two steps, no more—before a hand closed around your wrist and dragged you into shadow.

“Thorkell—” Your back hit the wall, the word lost against his mouth as it crushed yours. Hot, hungry, tasting of mead and mischief. His teeth grazed, his tongue pushed, and every attempt to pull away only drew him deeper, stealing your breath until a gasped moan broke free. Your hands pressed at his shoulders, then clutched harder as your body betrayed you—hips shifting, thighs trembling, heat spilling low.

“You stared at me all night,” you managed, lips brushing his as you fought for air.

“Damn right I did,” he growled against your jaw, voice dark with amusement. “Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t think. Wanted to drag you under the table instead.”

His hand slid boldly under your skirts, lifting until cool air kissed bare skin. Palm cupping your thigh, climbing higher—until his thumb pressed against the damp cling of your underclothes.

“Still wet for me?” His tone mocked, but the way his thumb dragged across the soaked fabric betrayed his hunger. “Princess, you’re insatiable.”

Your hips jolted, slick spreading hotter with every press of his thumb. Nails dug into his shoulders, breath breaking uneven. He chuckled low, rolling his hips against you. The hard ridge of him dragged through your core, unyielding, deliberate. Shame burned hotter as your slick smeared into his breeches.

“Look at you,” he murmured, grinding slow, grin audible. “Soaking me through, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

Your knees buckled, but his arm locked you high, pinning you to the wall. Another grind, harder this time, dragged a broken sound from your throat. Each roll of his hips smeared you wetter across him, marking him, branding him. He laughed like it was a prize.

Then his fingers slipped lower, tracing the wet seam through the fabric, dragging the moisture up until the sound of it filled the corridor.

“Gods,” he hissed, grin faltering for a breath, voice rough. “Your pretty cunt can’t lie.”

Your thighs clamped around his hand, grinding helplessly against him, chasing every stroke. His cock rubbed harder with each roll of his hips, thick ridge catching your clit through the soaked cloth, your breath sharp, helpless.

“Proper little princess,” he mocked, teeth grazing your throat, “smiling sweet, making speeches… while soaking for me under the table.”

Your head tipped back, lips parting, moan slipping free. He swallowed it with another kiss, tongue coaxing yours while fingers circled your folds through the drenched fabric, winding you tighter.

“Say the word,” he rasped, grinding harder, letting you feel the full, heavy length straining through his breeches. “One word—and I’ll take you right here. Let them all wonder why their princess comes back with swollen lips and shaking legs.”

Your thighs squeezed around him, body trembling, breath stuttering. His grin widened, feral and triumphant, as fingers slid over you again and again, slick spreading shamelessly across his hand and soaking into the ridge of his cock.

He ground harder, hips rolling deliberate, wet patch spreading, friction building until the coil inside you tightened and snapped. Your back arched sharply, hips bucking helplessly, white-hot waves tearing through you, slick gushing, dripping down the front of his breeches.

“Ah—fuck—Thorkell!” you cried, voice lost in his mouth, corridor echoing with wet, urgent surrender. His grin split wide, teeth flashing, grinding into you relentlessly.

Finally he slowed, letting your trembling form sag against him, slick glistening on his fingers and through his breeches. Low, rumbling chuckle, teeth grazing your temple.

“Can’t very well go back to the hall like this,” he muttered, thick with heat. “Not after you’ve left me… used up.”

Before you could breathe, his arms slid under you, lifting effortlessly, making you cling instinctively. Head against his broad chest, heart hammering, legs weak, he carried you like a prize, skirt bunched and damp, arms draped around his neck.

“Th-Thorkell…” you whispered, half protest, half need.

“Shh,” he murmured, teeth grazing your hairline. “Not done yet, princess. Not by a long shot.”

—

Each stride pressed him harder against you. Cock rubbing wetly, hips grinding subtly, wicked grin spreading as he felt your helpless quiver. Passing the chaos of the mead hall, his eyes locked on your chamber door.

“My men can wait,” he rumbled, teasing. “You’re mine right here, right now. I plan on enjoying every inch of you.”

By the time he reached your chambers, knees weak, every nerve raw, he held you flush, hips brushing, cock still straining through your slick.

“Gods, you feel so good,” he murmured, teeth grazing your neck, voice thick with hunger. “Trembling for me… dripping all over me. Shameless little princess… I love it.”

You whimpered, body betraying every desperate arch. Low, satisfied rumble, thumb brushing teasingly along wet seam, dragging possessively.

“Been thinking about this all night,” he said, feral and playful. “Every damn bit soaked for me. You like teasing me, don’t you? I’m gonna lay you down nice and proper.”

Hand bracing your back, the other gliding over your slick, he lowered you onto the bed, hips pressing just enough to make you gasp. Legs quaking, chest heaving.

“Mine,” he growled, rolling slightly, enough to make you writhe. Wicked laugh rumbled as he nipped at your shoulder.

“Now… It’s my turn to have some fun, princess. And gods… I intend to enjoy every minute.”

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dom! bjorn x fem! reader - smut - nowadays

please be kind english isn’t my first language <3

tw : y/n is a beginner ; unprotected sex

It has been rainy for two weeks. The weather depressed you because you couldn’t organize anything with your friends. But you decided not to be locked down anymore and grabbed your parka and umbrella. The sky wouldn’t be your enemy.

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sub! thorfinn x dom! fem! reader (smut)

tw : ; dom/sub ; spanking ; spitting ; oral sex ; swallowing. i’ve completely lost my mind here LMAOO it’s late at night i’m just so exhausted- ≽^•⩊•^≼ ₊˚⊹♡

-Oh, you moaned in his ear. Keep going, Thorfinn. Don’t stop !

You said that but you knew that Thorfinn would never. Nothing pleased him more than hearing you taking pleasure and looking at you grabbing the sheets when you were about to come.

-I won’t, my beauty, I won’t. Anything for you.

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snake x fem! reader (smut)

here's a new os, this time about snake!! it's the first time i write about him,, let me know if you want more!! *ੈ✩‧₊˚

snake gave you a mission, but you couldn't satisfy him...

enjoy !! ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* tw : unprotected sex ; slave/master kink ; he's kind of mean ; reader is submit to him

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bjorn x fem! reader

hi evryone!! here's an os about bjorn and a fem! reader!! words : nearly 2550 tw : unprotected sex ; oral sex ★⍣꙳⭑♡⭒✮♡

You’ve never been in that kind of situation. The battle was harder than usual. Askeladd had promised that it would be like the others : you attack, you make the people leave the place, and then you settle here to pass winter. But what he had not thought of was that these inhabitants were good fighters.

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askeladd x thorkell x fem! reader

don’t be shy, i know we all have thought of this moment at least one time!! enjoy this short os!

tw : threesome ; oral sex ; unprotected sex ; dirty talk ; they are devoted to you ; a little daddy kink (askeladd). words : 1254

- I can’t believe you agreed to do this, (y/n), Thorkell said by undressing you.

What a fool, you thought. Of course you couldn’t refuse. You already had sex with them separately, but tonight will be different. Tonight will be an experience. - Are you ready to be our little princess ? Askeladd asked. - I think so…

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daddy! askeladd x chubby! fem! reader

here's an os for all my chubby girls just like me lmao, idk i just KNOW that askeladd could totally loved chubby/busty women,, hope you'll like this!! tw : daddy kink ; little dirty talk ; squirting ; oral sex : slapping

It’s been a hard battle you guys just won. Lord Askeladd was proud of his troops, and obviously you were a part of it. -You fought bravely today, congratulations ! Let’s drink now ! he shouted.

Everybody was exhausted, but also everybody loved to have a few beers before going to sleep. Then again, you were a part of it.

You decided to get a little drunk with your comrades, and alcohol smashed you fast. Your cheeks were red and warm. You could barely sit on your stool.

Due to how you felt, you nearly fell over, but a strong hand caught your arm. It was Lord Askeladd. -Thank you, you said softly.

It was the first time ever you talked to him in person. He was very intimidating, his blue gaze analyzed you and probably judged you for being this drunk so early in the night. -Come with me, he ordered. You obviously need to rest.

You obeyed and followed him through the mass of drunk people around you. While you tried to stay near him so as not to lose him in the crowd, you started to watch his blonde hair fall on his powerful neck. You could tell he was so damn athletic.

He took you to a tent, and followed you inside. -You need to take off your armor, he said while turning his back on you. Take your time, but I’ll assure myself that you’re in bed.

You blushed, and tried to take off your equipment. It was so difficult, you didn’t manage to unbuckle your belt. -Lord Askeladd… you said.

-Mh ?

He came back to you and guessed what you were going to ask him. He helped you, without touching you. The fact that he didn't touch you on purpose kind of hurt you. Was he disgusted by you ? -Lord Askeladd… Do I disgust you ?

He opened his eyes wide. For sure, he was surprised. -(y/n)... Why would I be ?

-Don’t know… you lied. You’re undressing me but not touching me…

Askeladd looked away and you could tell he blushed a little. -I didn’t know you wanted me to, he said.

-I think I do, you responded. But I’m scared that you would think that I’m too ugly for a man like you.

Thanks to your state, you could talk to him without any restraint. You were perfectly honest with him. Maybe too much. -You think you’re ugly ? Why ? he asked seriously.

-Because of my weight, that’s it.

Some tears started to fill your eyes. Askeladd caught them with his thumb and he smiled at you. -The only time I've had sex with men, they did it to win some bets, you admitted.

-Were these men soldiers in my army ? he asked and his eyes darkened.

-No, you mumbled. I was a teenager. It was years ago.

Askeladd ended up undressing you and admired you from your hair to your toes. Your breath was short. -I don’t understand why you said that you were ugly. I disagree.

-You’re nice, you said, hiding yourself the best you could.

But Askeladd went towards you and carried you into his arms. He lifted you so easily, you gasped and put your hands on his shoulders. - Do you want me to show you that you’re a true beauty ? he asked with a smirk.

-Yes, Ask.. Lord Askeladd.

You didn’t know someone could appreciate your body until Askeladd showed you. He had you under his spell so easily. His perfect body making love to you made you melt.

He was eating you with a devilish appetite. Circling your clit with his tongue while you tried to squeeze your legs to augment the pressure. He understood and accelerated the rhythm to satisfy you. You could only see his blonde hair moving into your thick thighs. His large hands pressed on them, you could hear him whimper.

-Your cunt feels like I’m drinking at the Fountain of Youth, he moans.

He kept one hand on your belly to admire your intimacy, while you couldn’t help but whimper at his assault. - Enough, he said by crawling to your breasts. Let me touch these big boys.

Your breasts, because of their size, were one of your biggest complex. But with Askeladd’s eyes on it, all your doubts about your appearance were gone. He truly was a magician.

He took your breasts in his large palms and massaged them until you begged him to take your nipples in his mouth. He obeyed, and you could feel his teeth deliciously caressing your skin. - What a soft skin, he noticed. So hard for me. You're a good girl, preparing for me.

He continued to degust your skin for a few minutes, and soon you felt your legs started shaking. How could he make you feel that way only by touching you ? You couldn’t take it anymore. His words for you were just so kind and encouraging. - Gonna come, you little brat ?

-Yes…Yes…

-What do you think ? he asked by stopping any movement.

You looked at him with despair, and he laughed in his beard. You could have punched him at this moment. He was totally loving it : seeing you desperate for his touch. -Oh, yeah, you little demon, love this look, he growled. Ask for it and maybe I’ll give it to you.

Usually, you would have been uncomfortable by practicing dirty talk with a man. Askeladd was your superior, your leader in battles. He nearly was old enough to be your father. By saying that… -Please, Daddy, you articulated while squeezing your legs. Please…

-Daddy, huh ? Askeladd smirked. I like that.

He put your legs apart and suddenly pushed two fingers into you. You gasped but liked it a lot. Askeladd knew exactly where to touch you to please you. - That’s it, move on my fingers, he encouraged you.

You did what he has told you and took advantage of the size of his huge warrior hands. By caressing your g-spot, Askeladd took you to a strong orgasm. But he didn’t stop even if you screamed in pleasure and rolled back your eyes.

-Squirt for me, that’s an order.

There was absolutely no humor in his deep voice. Instead of letting you rest, he upgraded the pressure in you and spat on your clit before rubbing it with his thumb. -Askeladd, I don’t know how to…

-Just let yourself go, he demanded. Feel free to make me wet too.

He continued until you felt like you were gonna pee yourself. You tried to squeeze your thighs to contain it, but Askeladd slapped you. His eyes flashed.

-No, don’t hide from me. Squirt. On. Me.

After a few more seconds, you couldn't hold it anymore and exploded on the bed. Askeladd watched you in the eyes and kissed you roughly while you squirted on his blankets. The sensation was new for you : it wasn’t an orgasm, but it was still very pleasant.

-I am so sorry, you said. It’s all wet. I’ma clean this, don’t worry…

Askeladd took you by the hand to force you to sit on his lap. You worried about your weight on his thighs, but he reassured you immediately. He made his hand run to your collarbone, then into your hair, and you shivered. -This body you have, baby, never doubt it. You’re as delicious to watch on the battlefield as you’re in bed, whimpering for me.

-Thank you, Lord Askeladd, you said, trying to calm the shake of your legs. It was an honour to be your mistress.

Askeladd kissed you on the cheek, and you smiled at him. -When we’re in this position, in this bed, I would like you to continue to call me Daddy.

You laughed, thinking he was joking. -I’m serious, he stopped you. Or else I’m gonna have to slap you again. Do you understand ?

-Mmmh, yes, Lord Ask… Daddy ?

He smiled at you and put you back on the bed. -Now, get on all fours, he demanded. I’m not done with you.

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dom! askeladd x sub!fem!reader

here's mt first os about the one and only dad...askeladd!! there is other os on my account!! i'm french so please don't come at me for the grammar errors :(

tw : dom and sub relationship ; dirty talk ; rough sex ; unprotected sex ; askeladd is mean ; oral sex : slapping ; facial ejaculation

-Sooooo…Askeladd mumbled, and you could hear he was pissed off.

You knew you'd make him angry, but not at this point. You didn’t dare to look him in the eyes and let him tie your wrists with his leather belt. He tightened until you squeaked in pain.

-(y/n), he growled. What am I gonna do with you ? You disrespected me.

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bouncer! thorkell x fem! reader

this os does not take place in the original universe, but nowadays, precisely in a nightclub, i got this idea when i went to one for halloween lmao, i hope you’ll like this os anyway this os is a little longer than the others because i just had too much fun writing the clubbing part

tw : unprotected sex ; rough sex ; dirty talk ; one night stand ; in a car

You just couldn't miss that night at your favorite nightclub. Indeed, the owners teased a night “2000s music only” on social media. You and your friend were so impatient to go. You did a before at your place, so you didn’t spend all your salaries by buying drinks.

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Thorkell x fem! reader (smut)

hi, this his my first post on this app!! sorry in advance for the grammar errors, i'm french soooo i'm practicing writing in english,, i hope you enjoy this os about Thorkell <3 i just love this man so much

tw : oral sex ; face sitting ; dirty talk ; praise kink words : 1054

Not only were you desperate for sex, but also nobody would notice that in the camp. Nobody except Thorkell. The way he looked at you when you rode your horse. The way he smirked when he noticed your legs pressing around the horse to make him move forward.This could be me, he used to think.

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