#soma jarlskona x reader

[ashandquiet]

My Most Unswerving Devotion

Chapter 4: The Duke's Ball

Regency! Soma Jarlskona x F!Reader

Summary: Since coming to Norfolk to stay with your family, the conversations have all revolved around matrimony. Just when your aunt has found a match for you much to your chagrin, quite by accident you fall for the wealthy Duke of Cambridgeshire; Soma Guthrumsdóttir. Can circumstance truly keep you apart?

A/N: Our heroine arrives at the home of the Duke and explores the splendorous halls of her manor.  I hope you all enjoy this update! I would love to know what you imagine your ballgown to look like, please visit my ask box and let me know there!

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You spent the next week buried in letters from Oswald, the rate of your correspondence had your aunt whispering about how you were surely in love, and how marriage couldn’t be far off. Yet that could not be further from the truth.

If she could’ve seen the true nature of your letters she would have been severely disappointed by the mention of Oswald’s other amour, Valdis, and that you were set to help him woo her and gain approval from her elder brothers; whose names you had come to learn were Brothir and Broder. They had fled from a gentleman in Denmark who was completely set on possessing Valdis even if that meant against her will. Due to these circumstances, the brothers were very apprehensive when it came to other alternate matches for their younger sister. 

So while you busied yourself with ways that Oswald could entreat himself upon Vadis’s brothers, your new friend had set about procuring all the names and likenesses that he could of the lady gentlemen about the countryside. 

In his most recent letter, Oswald assured you that at least three would be in attendance at the ball hosted by Soma Guthrumsdóttir. This list included the lady gentleman from the picnic, Birna Knudsen the daughter of some wealthy Scandinavian merchants, and the equerry to the Duke’s estate. Eivor Varinsdóttir, a friend of Oswald’s and apparently the Duke as well, was the orphaned child of a land-holding man in Norway who was adopted by another wealthy man. She and her brother had come to England to establish their own fortunes here.  And of course, there would be the fabled Duke of Cambridgeshire herself, Soma Guthrumsdóttir, as she was the host. Yet you doubted your chances of even meeting her.

While it was customary for the guests to introduce themselves at a normal ball, a masquerade was quite different. All you had to look for was the presence of women dressed as men with masquerade masks.

As you pondered the worn threads of the handkerchief while sitting at the old mahogany writing desk, you couldn’t help but feel a slight tinge of bitterness. 

Perhaps if you had been born wealthy or of better station you would have the luxury afforded to the women within the Duke’s inner circle. A life full of adventure and opportunity, and the freedom of financial choice. After all, it all came down to the money, it was not having it that put your future in jeopardy. Should your mother’s older brother have been more generous perhaps you wouldn’t have been forced into considering marriage as an economic proposition instead of one of amorous devotion. 

Perhaps all the books you have read have completely spoiled you, and true love didn't exist after all. 

You envied your new friend and his fortune in being a man, and his lady love for her vehemently protective older brothers blocking any idea of marriage.

You tried to shake the nasty feeling as you stood and paced about your room. Counting your blessings helped a bit to shirk the cruel sentiments away, you had made a friend, and he was willing to play at being your pretend suitor so that you could avoid matches at least till the end of the season. You had a mystery to unravel and a lady gentleman to chase, no matter how hopeless it seemed at times. And your uncle had just paid for a new dress to be constructed for you at the beginning of the summer, perhaps at the behest of your aunt and her insistence that your simple fashions would do little to win you the hand of a young man. 

But nonetheless, it had arrived from the dressmakers at just the right time. The elegant piece hung from the top of your boudoir now, with all its splendorous beading and embroidery. Its matching masquerade mask was fashioned with feathers and set upon a sculpted rod, with a loop for the wrist fashioned with a string of pearls. Truly the most opulent garment and accessories you had ever seen.

A pack of fortunate blessings indeed.

Regardless of the events to come at the ball, you resigned yourself to make the most of the evening.

ꕥ

On the evening of the ball, it was raining. 

You had stayed quiet while the maids helped you dress and affix your hair into a fashionable style with adjournments that complimented your dress in just the right way. They whispered and giggled about the joys of a ball and what a sensible event a masquerade could be for a burgeoning courtship. 

Apparently, all ears in the household were aware of the supposed romantic attachment between you and Mr. Egerton. You made a note to inform Oswald tonight that you would be limiting your letters to once a week before rumors could spiral completely out of hand. 

With your wrist freshly dressed with new bandages to cover the bruising and decorated with a pearl bracelet since gloves were out of the question due to limited mobility in your fingers, the maids stepped back to admire their handiwork and excused themselves back to other tasks.

“Are you alright miss?” One of the younger girls asked as the other two slipped out of the room with baskets of linens and your tray from afternoon tea.

You glanced over at her and offered a polite smile, “Yes, I’m alright, thank you.”

“If your wrist troubles you miss I could fetch some ice?”

“No it's quite alright thank you,” you hoped desperately you looked dismissive and that she’d leave. 

With a final nod, she collected her basket of things and shuffled out of the room leaving you alone with your thoughts at last. You rose from the vanity stool to stand by the large window of your bedroom. 

You rested your temple against the chilled glass watching as delicate droplets of summer rain hit the glass. Your thoughts were an incoherent mess, and your head was beginning to ache. Within a few hours, you would arrive at the home of the Duke of Cambridgeshire. 

There you would have to scour what you could of the faces of party guests all dressed in finery and hidden behind masquerade masks. All while at least appearing cordial to the young men in attendance. Perhaps, you could “lose” your dance card in the gardens, and then any attempt to secure a dance with you could be rebuked. For it would be positively impolite to promise dances to anyone if you couldn’t keep track of who had asked for dances.

Or you could “forget” to place them in your handbag altogether. Where would you positively have the space? You turned your attention to the handbag stuffing the handkerchief inside with a vail of peppermint smelling salts should you need them. You briskly made your way down the main staircase and into the foyer where your aunt and uncle waited for the carriage to be brought around front.

Ever the demure gentleman your uncle was dressed plainly in a simple suit, clutching his simple silk mask. Your aunt, however, was dressed extravagantly in a bright lilac brocade, a gauzy gossamer shawl wrapped around her shoulders, with her hair done up full of adornments. Her own masquerade mask much like your own was worn around her wrist on a bracelet, the gaudy thing looked heavy, all decorated with gold and feathers. 

She was so busy fussing over your uncle’s plain appearance, that when she finally caught sight of you she startled.

“Oh- my dear niece don’t you look just lovely! If you haven’t captured the heart of Mr. Egerton already you surely will tonight!” She swept her arms in large motions, making a full circle around you.

“Didn’t the dressmakers do the most wonderful job, dear husband?” She asked your uncle, though you weren’t sure she really expected him to answer.

“You look lovely Miss (Y/N),” your uncle nodded politely to you and walked towards the doors at the sound of the carriage wheels crunching on the wet stone pathway. “Now come on ladies, we don’t want to be late for the masquerade.”

You followed his lead and stepped out into the late afternoon air, despite the rain it was mildly warm out, and the smell of petrichor permeated the air with an almost iron quality. A butler held an umbrella over your head as you made your way to the carriage door, carefully lifting the skirts of your ballgown so they weren't ruined by the water that pooled in the rocks. On the horizon, you could see stretches of pink through the light spots in the clouds as the sun set just beyond the cover of rain.

As you took your seat you released a long breath and gazed out the window. Oswald had agreed to find you once you arrived, ask for a dance to keep your aunt satiated, and then after you would slip away and begin your investigation. All you had to do was survive this carriage ride. 

The whole of the carriage ride from your uncle's estate to the home of the Duke your aunt tittered about the humidity inside the carriage, the length of the ride, and the abysmal subject of the perversion of a woman to think she can take the title of a man. While you couldn’t help but wish that the sound of the rain on the carriage roof was loud enough to drown out her idle prattle, your uncle repeatedly rebuked her attempts to stir contempt toward your host.

“If you cannot bring yourself to be civil towards our host, I will have this carriage turned around at once,” your uncle stated plainly as he fiddled with the silk of his masquerade mask for the umpteenth time. “She has kindly extended an invitation to us, I do not understand where you have gained such a predisposition to dislike the Duke, but if you must. Please save the rest of us the misery of hearing you commiserate about it.”

Your aunt sputtered clutching at her gloves, “M-my love, but haven’t you heard she- she lays with women.”

“Must you really recycle that old rumor? Are you afraid she’ll steal all the young ladies of the countryside away from you?” Your uncle gave her a pointed look that suggested she say no more on the subject. 

“What would it matter if she did?” You asked softly as you fiddled with the wrap around your injured wrist.

“What would it matter-” Your aunt’s statement was cut short by a knock on the roof by the carriage driver. 

The sudden disturbance caused all heads to turn towards the windows, there in the shimmering night, lay a magnificent manor house. 

Even in the rain, the front was lit up with tiny glittering fires that shone off the cream-colored stone. Two mirrored staircases led from the oblong drive to an elevated terrace decorated with the boisterous blooms of hollyhock and delicate primroses, a Grecian colonnade held up a balcony lined with wisteria. Meticulously groomed hedges protected red-blooming crepe myrtle trees that hung heavy with blooms framed the front of the elegant home.

Identical glass doors lay open sending the raucous sounds of music and partygoers across the drive and waterlily-filled fountain, wherein the center three bare-breasted Grecian maidens poured water from painstakingly carved amphoras down into the pool that traveled the length of the drive. 

“It's… breathtaking…,” you whispered moving ever closer to the window feeling as if you looked away from the dream before you it would disappear.

“It certainly is, the old Duke did have a flair for the dramatic,” your uncle affirmed as the carriage rolled to a stop between the two staircases.

“I doubt the naked maidens were his addition,” your aunt quipped as servants dressed in deep Aegean blue vests approached with umbrellas.

Your uncle turned towards her sharply, “If you must make comments perhaps we should return home. (Y/N), would you like to stay?”

For all her previous bluster your aunt fell silent as all eyes turned to you. Now it was your decision. Stay and look for the truth, or go.

Mustering your courage you smiled politely, “I can ask Mr. Egerton to bring me home in his carriage come the parties end.”

“Then it’s settled,” your uncle nodded to the servant who drew open the doors and you climbed out of the dark humid carriage and into the dewy night air.

“Be polite!” Was the last cry from the woman you left behind as you climbed the stone staircase and raised your masquerade mask to your eyes. 

Finally, your hunt for the lady gentleman would begin.

ꕥ

Oswald met you in the main foyer, his own mask lifted so you could see his face, the mask pushed upwards mussed his blonde curls.

“Miss (Y/N), you’re here! And unchaperoned?” His voice was chipper yet cautious as he looked around for your aunt and uncle curiously.

“Due to, unforeseen… prejudice, I am attending unaccompanied yes, perhaps, it would be alright if I were to join you in your carriage for the ride back to Norfolk at the end of the night?” You asked moving your own mask aside so you could speak better. 

“But of course! I couldn’t leave such a friend stranded,” he smiled and offered you his arm. “Come with me, I’ll supply you with a tour.”

The interior was just as splendorous with wide-open common spaces and glamorous furnishing. Once you looked up to see the visage of a goddess draped in gold painted upon the ceiling, her long golden hair spilling around her like the rays of the sun, her face tranquil and her hands outstretched. 

Seasonal florals draped window sills and the edges of stairs, with spiraling candles decorating open spaces, illuminating the guests in a warm golden hue. The smell of orange flower cordial mixed with that of fresh fruit and decadent cheeses on table tops. Waiters stood in doorways and common areas with trays of ratsfia and punch, others with water and ices.

As Oswald guided you around the wide sprawling rooms decorated with paintings and sculptures, opulent rugs, and elegant drapery you became acutely aware that you were amongst a different sort of company here. Something about the energy that radiated from the very walls and the people that filled the rooms oozed safety and community. 

While it was likely that societal rules still applied here, you pondered which rules exactly, surely not the same rules of the society your aunt clung to so vehemently. The ones where women wore dresses and men wore suits, where propriety was following the exact societal pressures to the letter. Women married men and had babies, and most certainly didn’t go about the countryside kissing other ladies. 

After Oswald had shown you around the quieter rooms with their art, the pair of you entered the main ballroom you were quickly overcome by all the sights, colors, and smells. 

A small ensemble of performers played jovial music from a raised platform in a far corner, filling the space with sound. Here people danced and laughed, chatted, and clapped along with the music. Everyone dressed in their finery faces obscured by masks of all kinds. 

The heat of the bodies all around you made you glad of the open doors along the exterior walls, they bid glances out to the manicured gardens and the cool stone columns that lined the veranda. 

You motioned for Oswald to halt and picked a place near enough to the doors that a gentle night breeze could cool your heated skin. He obliged and led you towards the nearest unoccupied high table. Thankful for the reprieve you placed your handbag down on the table. It was becoming difficult to hold up both your masquerade mask and the weight of the handbag with only one hand.

Now with the space between you and your companion, you felt free to let your eyes wander about the room. For a moment they lingered on a tall blonde woman dressed in blacks and blues and stayed there. You took account of her stylish men's suit, another lady gentleman. Her own mask was styled to look like a raven decorated with black feathers and silver detailing. The embroidery of her suit jacket was styled like that of the ancient Viking wood carvings and ravens. Oswald must’ve caught your glance because he leaned in so you could hear him over the din.

“My friend Eivor,” he said, and you recalled the name with a nod. “The woman wearing the cat mask with her is Valka, an old friend of her’s recently came from Norway.”

You nodded observing the pair, Valka was dressed elegantly yet almost simply in black, and her hair was wrapped in a black scarf making the natural ashen color of her mask stand out against the black silk. Soon a middling-height red-headed woman dressed in cobalt blue joined them from the dance that just concluded. 

Oswald tapped the table lightly, “I’ll be right back, what do you say to a capillaire? Or perhaps a rose water?”

“Just a rose water would be fine thank you,” You nodded and waved him off letting your eyes continue to scan the crowd. 

You spotted at least two other women dressed in gentlemen's clothes upon his departure and began to wonder if Oswald was really right about the country being filled with lady gentlemen. Maybe you operated in the completely wrong circles after all. Flushing you began to wonder how many ladies were in attendance that like you, held sapphic tendencies. 

How many people had fled the ball before even entering the otherworldly manor house at the sight of the bare-breasted maidens alone? Or was the mention of the Duke’s name and her reputation alone enough to scare people away.

You noticed a tall lady gentleman weaving through the crowd, her dark hair pulled back, her own masquerade mask the visage of a horse. She approached the blonde, Eivor, and her companions and began speaking to them in a bright and affable way. From the musical lilt of her voice, you recognized her from the picnic as Birna Knudsen, the equerry of the estate. 

That was two of the lady gentlemen Oswald had mentioned accounted for, you bit your knuckle as you glanced around the room curiously. Where would a Duke be in a place of such affluence and lush?

Oswald returned just as you had begun to admire the beautiful frescoes that adorned the ceilings. 

“One rose water for the lady,” He said as he passed you the fine coupe glass. 

“Thank you,” you took a sip and couldn’t help but sigh, the cool liquid helped to chill you. “I hadn’t realized how hot I was feeling.”

Oswald nodded as he sipped his own drink, “I hope you won’t find it an impertinence but I was thinking about joining the revelry…”

You shook your head quickly, “No please, go enjoy your evening.”

“Well, if you're so eager to be rid of me,” he teased but smiled. “Come and find me should you need anything (Y/N).”

With that, he was gone and you were left alone with your glass of rose water and a puzzle to unpick.

After a bit more time people-watching in the main ballroom, you picked up your handbag and decided to explore the open rooms of the manor at your own pace. In one room you found a pianoforte which was being played by a younger girl, who would surely have been very good if not for her singing. In another room, two men sat whispering and chuckling to themselves their hands clasped together affectionately. Neither seemed to notice or care about your presence or any other person in the room for that matter, one of the gentlemen leaned in close, cupping the other's face, and planted a sweet loving kiss upon his nose. 

You felt flush upon seeing such a private moment of affection and fled the room. Embarrassment fluttered in your chest as you ducked out onto a balcony, blushing you leaned up against a wall. You could not begin to comprehend how you felt, the moment of intimacy burned in your mind. The idea of being so open with the one you love, in such a public space as a ball, regardless of gender. 

You sighed and stepped away from the wall and walked along the edge of the overhang, letting the cool mist from the rain that bounced off the stone cool your flush skin. From your handbag, you pulled the handkerchief, its worn threads soothing your piqued nerves.

How strange, you found yourself thinking, that such a small thing could provide such comfort. You closed your eyes and sighed leaning up against one of the Grecian columns letting the soft plip-plop of raindrops on stone, cooled evening air, and the sweet perfume of evening primroses wash over you.

In your thoughts you were there again, the lady gentleman’s hands, gently caressing your injured wrist, her brassy voice tranquil and kind. You could still smell the grass, and feel the warmth of the afternoon sun, yet around the edges, the memory was beginning to fade.

The sound of footsteps brutally yanked you from the echo of your encounter. You stood up straight and turned to face the person who interrupted your reverie.

There stood a lady gentleman, her rich brown hair pulled back into a loose bun and some strands hung loose about her neck and chin, her face was uncovered by a mask allowing you to examine her strong features more thoroughly. She had a strong jaw and a quizzical brow, her stormy gray eyes caught the candlelight and shone like fresh foam on the sea. She was dressed elegantly in a black waistcoat lined with shimmering yellow silk, and her vest was embroidered with all manner of florals and the sign of a snake on the lapel. In her hand, she held your mask, you must've dropped it in your haste.

“Miss, I believe you dropped this,” She approached slowly, her honey-rich voice dripped with concern and something, like confusion. And yet you knew exactly who it was, in all your waking dreams you would know her voice.

She paused steps away from you, quickly examining your form. In the most tender voice, that almost cracked on every syllable, “Dove… is that you…?”

#soma jarlskona #soma jarlskona x reader #ac valhalla #regency au #soma x reader #soma ac valhalla #regency inspired #austen inspired #i hope you caught all the little character references #sorry for the cliffhanger but i am for all intents and purposes evil >:D

[kassandras-one-braincell]

warlord!soma has been plaguing my thoughts for like days now. just…sitting in between her spread legs with your head on one of her thighs while she strokes your hair like a good little pet?? doing it while she casts her judgement on whatever poor fool was brought before her?? the raw power and fear she exudes that’s only softened for her love??

i want this woman to do whatever she wants to me

Hhhhhh morally questionable AUs are my weakness.

Warlords never keep anything around for long if they don't have any purpose. To an outsider, you might appear a lost cat, all docile by her feet while her hand toys with your hair. A spoiled cat, no doubt, if the furs you're perched atop is indicative of anything.

But to Soma, you're indispensable; her rivals have land and gold, armies and trade deeds, but none of them have somebody completely and utterly submissive to them in the way you are to her. Your docility is testament to her dominion. You are a symbol of her power.

Of course, noblemen are stupid. Some stupider than others, like the poor sod who insinuated that you were a possession, one to be passed around after her meeting adjourns like a harlot, because "what other use is there" for you?

The other men at the table exchange knowing looks amongst themselves. Soma's hand pauses momentarily before smoothing over the top of your head, gently beckoning you to lean against her leg so she can massage your temple, rubbing away the tension there as you struggle to contain your emotions at his implication. She never raises her voice - it isn't necessary with the fear she commands, and doing so would only upset her sweet love further.

Within moments, he's grovelling. Kneeling, the pathetic bastard, pleading ignorance as if it would save him from her wrath. She doesn't need to tell her men to drag him away; they know where to take him to await a slow, agonising death by her hand.

The second her ears pick up on a hitched breath escaping from your lips, the table is dismissed. There's an air of relief about the other noblemen as they all but scurry out of the longhouse. As much as Soma revels in an excuse to tear a person apart, this time there is a cost: her darling is fighting back tears. You're too good for her, she thinks, as she kisses away your qualms, reassuring you that you complete her. That bastard can rot in his cell until you're sleeping soundly in her arms, in a bedchamber fit for a goddess - she'll be damned if you deserve anything less. Only then will she slip away to exact his punishment. There's a hefty blood price to pay for insulting her love.

#it's 2am and my eyes are too tired to find any mistakes here oops #but i love warlord soma #unhinged women make the heart go brrrr #soma x reader #soma jarlskona #soma jarlskona x reader #❀ sugar and spice ❀

[pixievi]

I've nothing fully finished BUT I will show you guys some unfinished stuff because you gays deserve it after I've been gone for so long 😏 all of these are or will be smut, so come get yall shit

PIXIEVI PREVIEWS

SOMA JARLSKONA - DRABBLE

(just some thoughts about how filthy Soma is behind doors 🥰)

There’s something about the collected, stoic Soma Jarlskona being a sexual deviant behind closed doors…

Her steady smile she shows her clansmen with the same lips that smiled sadistically at your pathetic moans under her. The same hand she uses to greet an ally and down an enemy leaves its painfully red imprint on your ass as you join her in strategic meetings.

JUNKERQUEEN / ODESSA STONE - EXHIBITION KINK

(part of an exhibition kink request that also features Caitlyn Kiramman and Sevika, Dez wants to show the man who keeps advancing on her Queen who she belongs to. And what he's missing)

“I think you’ve forgotten who my Queen belongs to”

Every movement that came with Dez’s possessive speech to the man practically cowering in his place had you fighting to keep your moans down. She didn’t want you to make any sounds or movements just yet. So you listened to her angry snarls and watched the man jerk nervously between staring at Dez’s boots to your comfortable form on her lap. You bit your lip as she sat forward, her favourite strap sliding further into you. Your back was facing him, but there was no way he didn’t realise that Dez had you stuffed full right in front of him. Something he would never, ever get to do. You both wanted him to know that. She kissed your cheek sweetly, with a small smile just for you before she turned back to him with a scowl.

“You just couldn’t take no for an answer, could ya? You pestering, yapping mutt”

She growled the last word. Making you clench around her, slightly thrusting upwards. The drag drawing a sigh of pleasure from you. Your warm breath fanned her neck and she smiled, tightening her already vicelike grip around your waist to stop your movements. She knew how eager you were, her precious love. But she wanted to draw this out as much as she could. Enjoying the power she had over this rat. To show him what he could never have. He could have a taste all right. He can decide if what comes after makes it all worth it. Dez smiled, trailing her index finger down your spine, lightly scraping it. You squirmed, kissing her neck in the heat of your want. You brushed your fingers up and down her broad arms, watching as the man followed your movements. Somehow still having the audacity to fume at your affections towards her. You smiled, squeezing her biceps before laying your head back down on her shoulder. Dez caught that, the flare of anger in his eyes. She chuckled, patting your ass.

“Go on darling”, she murmured, bunching up your dress and exposing your lower half to all eyes. “Don’t you fucking dare look away rat”

You immediately got to work, sighing in relief as you bounced on her cock. The ridges dragged deliciously against all of your sweet spots. Dez watched you with a wolfish grin. She pulled down the front of your dress, releasing your tits to the cold air. Her eyes followed them hungrily as they bounced. Your moans and pleasure stricken variations of her name echoed through the spacious room. You were as generous as you could be with Dez’s name, wanting it to be the only thing he remembers. Despite his growing resentment, he couldn’t look away from the way you dripped all over the Queen’s thighs.

EIVOR WOLFKISSED / VARINSDOTTIR - 'THE FRUITS OF HER LABOUR'

(you're a recently crowned queen/ruler, all thanks to eivor)

“Are you not joining in on the merriment, my lady?”

Eivor had appeared in the throne room silently, her features illuminated by the flames of the many braziers in the room. She wore a proud smirk, the victory from earlier in the day obviously still sung through her veins. Rowdy shouts and songs of battle faintly filled the room from the longhouse. It sounded like the whole town was in there. You were sat comfortably in your new position, on your throne. Reading through various letters from the townsfolk, in which most welcomed their new Queen. That was until Eivor’s gentle voice joined the crackling of the fires. She strolled towards you as her eyes took in your domestic form, pleasantly surprised. She was used to seeing you in noble wear. Thick cloaks sewn with delicate designs and with the softest furs, tunics bearing rich colours, thick pants made to withstand the seasons and jewellery that vociferated of your status. Now, you donned a plain tunic and pants. You looked soft, she thought, as warmth filled her chest.

“No”, you smiled at her softly. “I would much rather be in my bed”

It had been a long month and a half of strategising, travelling, battles, meetings, dealing with Ivarr’s bullshit, more battles because of said bullshit….you were ready to sleep for a month. To put it lightly. But having Eivor by your side made it all bearable. You were taken aback by her confident demeanour at first, but that same confidence soon became a comfort that quelled your anxieties. Without her, victory would not have been possible. She stopped at the bottom of the dais and her smirk grew into a smile. Mischief swirling in her eyes.

“Perhaps I could keep you company then?”

Brazen, she was. Your cheeks warmed. Damned woman. You wished you had grown used to her teasing, but how could you when everything about her made you want her to plow you until you couldn’t walk?

ELLIE WILLIAMS - 'PINK BONDS'

(you strap a clingy ellie down in this one 😏)

Ellie briskly marched ahead of you silently, but you could feel the anger radiating off her even from behind. You had no clue what was going on. You were busy all week, having to take extra jobs around Jackson because a few people on the job roster were sick. Ellie took extra shifts too, but for patrol. So all you could do together is just get into bed and sleep. This evening was the last day of the extra stuff though, which you were thankful for. You needed the rest, and you needed Ellie. You were almost home now, the crunching of the snow accompanying your thoughts of what just happened. You were laughing with Dina in the main hall and then all of a sudden Ellie appeared. Snapping at Dina and then mumbling at you to ‘let’s go home’. Shocked, you did what she said and now here she was, fumbling with the keys to her place and cursing under her breath at them.

“Ellie”, you breathed, following her through the finally open door. “The fuck was that?”

She didn’t look at you as she threw off her shoes. Something was seriously off. You closed the door before crouching in front of her while she sat on the couch. She avoided your eyes but you kept trying to catch hers. Sighing, you went to cup her cheeks gently but she jumped up. Moving away from you towards the bedroom.

“Ellie!”

“Wh-”, she started, but stopped and lowered her voice. “What?”

“What’s wrong?”

She opened her mouth to speak but you stopped her, holding up your hand. “And don’t lie to me”

Defeated, Ellie looked down, picking at her palm. You wrapped your arms around.....

Just to say, I have LOADS more in my drafts, like requests and stuff, I just haven't written anything for those just yet but I'll try to get around to them ♡ and yes, I have plenty of Vi stuff 😏

#pixievi preview #soma jarlskona x reader #eivor wolfkissed x reader #junkerqueen x reader #odessa stone #vi x reader #arcane x reader #ellie williams x reader #caitlyn kiramman x reader #sevika x reader #junker queen x reader

[samuwhores]

Writers: *write a fic for a niche fandom with barely 100 fics in first pov or a self insert*

Me: “i can’t do this. why would you do this to me?”

(Like don’t get me wrong as a writer I know writing is difficult but as the reader I just can’t get into it.)

#ac valhalla #eivor x reader #female eivor #eivor varinsdóttir #eivor wolfkissed #eivor wolfsmal #ac odyssey #kassandra #kassandra x reader #kassandra of sparta #kassandra the eagle bearer #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us 2 #fanfic struggles #soma jarlskona #soma jarlskona x reader

[venussauroraa]

Fem!Reader x Eivor x Soma

Rated Explicit!

Soma lay unmoving on her bed, trying to focus on the flecks of dust on her ceiling. The walls were painfully thin inside the longhouse, and the noises of lovemaking flowed easily from your room to hers. Every whine, whimper, and moan Eivor drew out from you, her princess, made its way to Soma’s ears, driving her mad. She had desired you the moment she laid eyes on you. The way you looked at dinner tonight was tantalizing. You had sat on Eivor’s lap, being hand-fed berries by your wife, gently suckling on her fingers when you thought no one was watching.

Soma was watching.

#eivor varinsdóttir #soma jarlskona #eivor x reader #soma x reader #eivor x soma #please enjoy hehe

[femlesbianbarbie]

Soma HeadCanons

Just some thoughts I had about her.

This is the sweetest gentlewoman to ever exist. She is the most attentive partner.

She always manages to know whatever emotion you are feeling no matter how hard you try to hide it.

The best little picnic dates. She doesn’t have too much time off but what she does have she loves to spend on dates with you

She loves when you wear her clothes she thinks it’s so cute.

Loves to braid your hair for you. She is pretty good and she gets very into it.

Best gift giver whether it is a rock that reminded her of you or the most precious gems she always manages to find the perfect thing to lift your mood.

She is very overprotective if anybody looks at you wrongs she is glaring them down until they leave.

Hates to see you cry. It hurts her soul to see her girl unhappy.

She loves to feed you. Having you sit on her lap and feed you from her plate just fills a hole inside of her.

Thanks for reading

#soma jarlskona #soma x reader #assasins creed

[sapphic-woes]

A Merchant's Home

A/N: You're a wandering merchant and Soma thinks you should settle down. (With her!) MINORS DNI

Word Count: 6k AO3 Link

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You remembered her infectious smile. How the ocean's breeze would make her glimmering hair dance. The waves always reflected her beauty.

You remembered how the moonlight did the same. 

You woke up with a sharp jolt, lurching upright. You heaved, body slick with sweat. Again, that nightmare robbed you of what little peace you had. With a sigh you rose, trudging to get your shop ready for the day.

That dream was of memories long ago, a life you could never go back to. Back then you were part of a merchant guild, but now you worked solely alone. Typically, you wandered from city to city, resting for only a moment's time before moving on. However, it had already been a month since you'd come to Grantebridge…

"Opening your doors at the crack of dawn? You're as diligent as always y/n." 

…and for some reason, you had a feeling you wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

You looked up with a tight smile, trying not to shrink under the cloudy blue eyes above you. Soma smiled back, though it sent prickles down your spine. The jarlskona of Grantebridge was a terrifying woman, and you wanted nothing to do with her. You'd long since given up attention, and wished to live as a ghost drifting from town to town. However, despite your best efforts you had somehow pritiqued Soma's interest. Politely, you inclined your head.

"You praise me too much, I'm merely grateful to do business here and am returning the favor. Um…" You shuffled to allow her inside, "were you in need of something?"

Soma walked in with heavy steps, a kind of casual saunter as if your shop was her's. Well, she's not wrong. You had come into the city with your usual set up: consisting of all your goods, a pretty tent, and soft rugs. However, after a week Soma suggested you temporarily use a shop that had conveniently recently vacated.

"A cloak. I've worn this one out." With that simple reply you went to work, quickly laying out the highest quality cloaks you had. You hoped she wouldn't catch on that your speed was in hopes that she would leave sooner rather than later, artificially beaming at her.

"As always, I only offer you the best. This here is quite thick–perfect for the upcoming winter. I understand that extravagance isn't to your taste, but this bear hide is both sophisticated and eye catching…" As you spoke, your shoulders gradually relaxed. You were more in your element selling items to her rather than conversing, happy when Soma asked questions about each cloak with a curious gaze.

"And this?" You walked around the table to stand beside her, eyeing the cloak she'd pointed at. 

"Ah…you have a good eye. This one was made with materials even I don't know of. I received it from my…partners in Ravensthorpe. Apparently wearing this makes the sound of your movements unnoticeable to your enemies."  

Carelessly, you looked up after you spoke, heart nearly stopping when you realized how close Soma was to you. Had you been the one to invade her space, or had she? You didn't know, only able to process the enticing heat of her body.

"Oh, apologies–"

"I think this one will do. It's resourceful, yet beautiful as well." Soma spoke without looking at the cloak, keeping her gaze trained on you. You felt your insides squirm. You knew her words weren't directed at you, and it was foolish to think that it was. Yet for some reason Soma's actions always made you wonder what she exactly thought of you. 

"It's perfect for the festival too." Soma continued, nonchalantly turning back at the cloak. "Who knew the duties of a jarlskona would include looking good for important events? If I dress as I normally do, Lif swore he'd make me change himself." 

You softly laughed, finding the image amusing, "He's only looking out for you. Appearance can go a long way, especially with newcomers or visitors the festival may bring in." Soma inclined her head.

"He said the same. Hearing it twice means I really must prepare. I admit, I enjoy the grit of battle and the mess that comes along with it but…" Soma smirked, and it was a kind of smile that made your business smile fearfully falter.

"Having my clothes drenched in mead rather than blood can also be enjoyable. Are you going to be enjoying the festival?" Goodness. You didn't know whether to focus on her frightening words or her question. In the end, you hastily folded her cloak, moving to your front desk.

"Me? Oh I, I'm not sure it would be best." Soma raised her eyebrow, fishing out her coin pouch.

"May I ask why?" You knew the may was simply courtesy. Soma didn't ever just ask for things. You glanced up at her before quickly answering.

"I just. Well I'm an outsider that got here a month ago. To participate in a tradition you all hold dear–" 

"That's no matter. Any customs you don't know about you can ask. No one will get mad at you for not knowing things while I'm there." You blinked, scrambling to understand. Did that mean Soma intended to stick by your side the entirety of the festival?

"Oh no, I wouldn't want to be a burden–"

"I'm offering, so it's not a burden."

"But during a festival it would be good for business if I kept the shop open–"

"I'll be wearing a cloak from your shop. Once people know who I bought it from, they'll line up for days just to buy something from you."

"But…" you paused, biting the inside of your lip. You couldn't think of a reason not to go, and with a small sigh you nodded. "I suppose going to the festival wouldn't hurt. Thank you for being so kind as to go with me." Soma slyly smiled, eyes gleaming. While her gaze was bright with excitement, it also had something else you couldn't identify. You only knew it made you acutely aware of how her eyes trailed over your body, nervously fiddling with your hands.

"The pleasure's all mine. You're important to me y/n." With that she left, and once you were certain she was gone, you deflated against your desk. You knew she meant you were important for business, but Soma had a knack of leaving out details in her words. She always sounded so ambiguous, and it didn't help that she was easy to use sweet words. 

Get a grip. This is just another city you're passing by. You couldn't get attached, not again. With a grumbling sigh you went back to work, trying not to think about Soma for the rest of the day.

—

You'd loved her. You'd cherished her. You'd adored her more than anyone else.

The moonlight had made her treacherous smile glow. You thought her beauty then was cruel. A wilting desire. You'd loved her, and yet…

She'd betrayed you.

"What do you think y/n? Is it a good deal?" You snapped out of your daydream, looking over at Soma. Your brain worked to remember the deal itself, shaking your head as though to get the memories distracting your thoughts out.

"As good as any. It'll be smart to have items made with such craftsmanship sold here. It's one of a kind and people will travel here just for it. All he asks for is protection, and what's taking care of a few bandits to the great Jarlskona of Grantebridge?" 

Why you were sitting in a room in the longhouse six months after arriving to this city, you didn't know. You used to rarely stay more than a month in one given place, yet here you were, tipping your glass back to gulp down mead as you and Soma conversed. Somehow, your interactions with Soma had steadily grown more frequent as you stayed in Grantebridge. It was fun to talk to her, however, you always left each conversation with something different.

The change was small at first. A promise to meet again instead of simply bidding goodbye. A habit of waving rather than rushing past Soma whenever you saw her. An exchange of small, yet meaningful talks from time to time. Then the change involved casually voicing opinions on matters of Grantebridge to her. After that, somehow those opinions began to be voiced in rooms full of just Soma's closest confidants. 

Before you knew it, you were practically in charge of helping Soma with trade in Grantebridge, and leaving was becoming more of a fantasy than reality.

"I thought so as well. A chance to wet my axe and gain a person with valuable skills?" Soma's eyes narrowed in a conniving grin, tipping her own cup back. You snorted, no longer completely shook by Soma's thirst for battle. It still irked you how much she relished in the blood and gore of fighting, but now at least, you didn't immediately want to run for the hills because of it.

"So restless. Will you march out at the crack of dawn?" Soma only shrugged.

"Perhaps." You raised an eyebrow.

"What's this? You always tell me of your battle plans–even if I don't understand them." You emptied your cup with a tipsy grin, pouring more for yourself out of habit.

"I'm simply waiting for something…" Soma watched you drink in amusement, regarding your flushed face with a lopsided smile, "but you never understood them?"  Your jarlskona mockingly tsked before sternly shaking her head.

"That won't do. Come here, let me at least explain the basics to you." To your surprise, Soma shifted, turning towards you in her chair and patting her thighs. Was she serious? You blinked, glancing at the paper she'd used to scribble down ideas as you two had talked. Now she flipped it over to reveal the blank side, looking at you expectedly.

Oh. She's serious. You blamed it on the mead. It was much too strong for you, making you obediently wobble over to Soma with your cup in your hand. You plopped down on her thighs with a giggle, letting her hands rest at your hips. 

"You listened without a single complaint. How cute." Soma said the words easily, and it took a moment for you to grow embarrassed by them. By then, Soma had scooted closer to the table so that she could write on the paper. It made the little space you had between each other shrink, and you grew hot as the warrior holding you in her lap spoke.

"So this here is…" You weren't really listening, too focused on the sound of her deep, velvet voice. How it rasped and pleasantly rumbled against your back. The heat of her body was nice. Her smell too. Earthy and fresh as the morning dew. 

You liked how she seemed to shield you with her body. How her thigh felt under your legs. Her fingers moved hypnotically. First on the paper in front of your eyes, then slowly at your sides. They danced all the way up to your jaw, and only then did you realize your breaths had grown heavy, letting Soma guide you to turn around in her lap, gaze meeting her own.

"Love," since when had she been calling you that? You didn't know, shuddering as her fingers teasingly brushed over your ear. "Have you been listening?"

"Hmn…" You let out a meek noise, mumbling softly. "A little bit." 

Soma's deep chuckle was intoxicating. Her eyes were dark and greedy, drinking in your pink cheeks and hooded gaze. Her grip on your waist tightened–

Wait, was she always holding me like this?

"Seems I need to be stricter with you." You squeaked as she brought you flush against her chest, arms completely wrapping around your waist. Your own hands gripped her broad shoulders, surprised when her face was mere inches away from you. 

"St-strict…?" You feebly spoke, unsure if you'd heard her right. However, in response Soma's face twisted in a way you'd never seen before, leaning closer until her lips almost brushed against yours.

"Mhm. Do you know how badly I've wanted you? All I've dreamt about is taking you selfishly. Little by little, without any restraint until the crack of dawn…" Her blunt words made your heat throb, and you gasped as she ground her thigh against it. 

Soma watched you tremble from her movements, barely restraining herself. You were so pretty like this, and your jarlskona just wanted to fuck you up more–till you were an utter mess beyond repair.  

I pity her. Soma thought to herself. You were like a rare butterfly she'd pinned to a wall, and she had no intention of letting you go. You made her insatiable, and Soma had nearly gone mad the past few months wanting you. However, you were so cautious, too cautious, and the Jarlskona knew a single wrong step would make you run away. So she kept calm and played nice. She'd tucked away her vulgar desires to approach you, and now? 

"S-Soma…" At your pleading call of her name, Soma's lips twisted into a crooked smile, not one to keep her pretty doll waiting.

"I'm right here, love. Hush, don't whine now. I'm going to make you feel just right."

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You'd promised yourself to never trust another soul. To live as if you were dead. You told yourself that it was better than being hurt again, and that you would grow used to the loneliness. So…why?

Why couldn't you refuse her warmth?

You woke up content.

It smelled good. The furs were soft, tickling your skin as you buried yourself deeper into your bed. Somehow, there was more space available to sprawl out than usual, and oddly enough, you hadn't worn on a single piece of clothing to sleep…

Fuck.

You shot up, gasping in horror. This wasn't your bedroom, but you recognized who it belonged to. Why were you in Soma's room, naked? What had happened last night? There was the usual conversation…a few more drinks than you'd like to admit…and then…?

Your cheeks burned, vaguely remembering how Soma had decided to "teach" you last night. Your ass still stung from the weight of her palm, and the redness surely wouldn't fade in a day.  Frantically, you scurried about to change into your crumbled clothing, gasping as you realized your legs were sore as well. 

She really did whatever she wanted, no matter how much I begged…suddenly you slapped your cheeks, hot with fluster. Forget it. Forget it. Shit–just forget about everything that happened! 

You couldn't think about it, at least, not if you didn't want to die of heatstroke. Once your clothes were back on, you pressed your ear against the door, making sure it was quiet before slipping out. Quickly, you all but ran out the longhouse, relieved when you didn't run into anyone. 

However, once at the entrance your heart nearly stopped.

"It was a quick battle, not nearly a challenge." Soma gruffly spoke as she got off her horse, wiping blood from her cheek as she removed her gloves. As she informed her drengers of her latest battle, her eyes shifted, focusing on you. Her eyebrow raised in amusement, tracing over your body as if impressed you'd managed to stand, let alone walk. Immediately you looked away, blushing a dark red as you heard her chuckle. 

"Y/N." Your instinct to run far, far away from Soma was back in full force, making you jolt and fretfully look back up at her. Her impassive smile only made you more worried, because despite appearing so relaxed, her eyes…

"Did you sleep well? Apologies for keeping you up so late, I know you like to open your shop early." Those cloudy blue irises were predatory, full of crackling lightning ready to strike. Surely, her desire would burn through even your toughest walls, and you shivered, dipping your head down.

"Yes, but there's nothing to apologize for. I was probably not myself too, so please forget if I did anything unsightly–!" You cut yourself off, stuttering as Soma walked right up to you. 

"Unsightly? I don't remember anything like that happening, so there's no need for that y/n…" Soma was covered in crimson, with the cold air making her breaths turn to smoke before you. The visible wisps of air mixed with your own as she whispered just for you to hear. 

"I won't forget, and even if you do…I'll be more than happy to help remind you." Oh God. You couldn't speak, watching her stare trail down to study your faltering lips. When her eyes darkened, you all but flinched, hastily speaking.

"I-I, then excuse me! Um, I need to, the shop, I n-need to open my shop! I-I'm late…" The entire time you fumbled, Soma patiently listener, lips spreading into a smug smile at your shyness. To your relief, your jarlskona let you go with a nonchalant wave.

"Of course. Run along then." Somehow her bidding goodbye made you more embarrassed than the entire conversation, heart stammering in your chest as you gladly obeyed.

—

You had decided leaving Grantebridge was back on the table, and avoiding Soma was a must. However, it quickly became clear that Soma would do anything not to let either happen. The more you tried not to think of her, the more she did things to invade your mind.

Passing by her in the hallway resulted in being pressed against the wall, startled as she suddenly insisted on speaking to you. Her voice would be an enticing murmur, informing you about trade deals while her fingers brushed over your waist. Mockingly, she'd ask if you were paying attention solely to watch you stutter–and God, did your stomach twist something awful under her sensual stare.

Soma's morning visits to your shop became more frequent…and with her being the only customer that early, full of thick, burning tension. Standing to push a heavy sword onto a top shelf would be her invitation to help you from behind, with a lax smile and pleasant gaze. A mutter of just leave it to me darling was enough to make your cheeks brighten and rush to escape–claiming that you needed to do other work. Her casual, yet suggestive way of speaking to you even in public had you biting your bottom lip in the midst of others, trying not to show her or them how much Soma affected you. 

How long could this go on? Everyday felt like a game of cat and mouse, and you worried that being aware of her advances still wasn't enough. Soma was an exciting indulgence, yet you knew she was also dangerous. Not because of her own power, but because of what she made you feel… 

…and you of all people knew how blinding love could be.

"How about attacking here? If we wish to cripple our enemies, I know this is an important trade route." You forced yourself out of your thoughts to speak, pointing down at the map before you. Being a part of Soma's inner circle meant helping to devise battle plans, and while it wasn't in your expertise, you suggested ideas whenever you could.

Soma was pacing around the table. Your jarlskona was the kind of person that couldn't stand still while strategizing, growing too heated for that. However, suddenly her voice was hoarse against your ear, and her rough hands laid themselves out on the table, trapping you on both sides as she looked over your shoulder.

"That could work. We can choke the river and rid them of trade." Her voice dipped down into a whisper.

"Seems my lesson worked after all. Good job." Soma's praise made your legs turn to jello. To add fuel to the fire, deviously she pushed her thigh between your legs, keeping her face nonchalant. The light weight of her chest pressing against your back was intoxicating, and you wished she would simply lose it. Throw caution to the wind. Do what you knew she had been hungry for since that night. To bend you over and hold you down, to thrust her–

"Lif, your thoughts?" As quickly as she came close to you, she left, returning to her usual pacing as if nothing happened. You blinked, dumbly staring down at your finger still on the map. She'd done it again, and so easily this time. Could you even call this a fight? Soma didn't seem to think so, because at the end of the meeting the jarlskona dismissed everyone from the meeting…

…well, everyone but you.

"You're so stiff, like when we first met." The cup of mead in your hands was full, and this time you intended to keep it that way. 

"Was I? I hardly remember." This idle chatter was suffocating. You didn't know how Soma thrived in it. You both sat at your usual place in the longhouse, a small room not far from Soma's bedroom. This room had created many warm memories for the both of you, but now the atmosphere was unbearably cold. Soma smiled, sipping from her cup as if the events of before weren't branded into her mind.

"You shook like a leaf, yet insisted that if I let you sell your goods in Grantebridge it would benefit me. You were a Saxon woman without a home, no friends or allies…just a tiny little thing determined to prove her worth." Soma chuckled to herself, looking up from her drink to focus her gaze on you.

"Who knew you would be like this? You have connections that span across the world. Amazing goods I've never seen before. You've more than proved your worth, and became a powerful ally and precious friend. And yet…" Soma's eyes darkened, and you swallowed. Her gaze stripped you bare. You hated that you didn't mind it, cheeks hot as she muttered.

"You're still afraid of me. Tell me y/n, who was it? Who made you wander alone? Who…" You sucked in a sharp breath. 

"There's no one. I just prefer to travel alone." Even you knew that was a shitty lie. Soma frowned, setting down her cup. To your surprise, she strided from her seat toward you.

"Wh-what are you–"

"Did you think I didn't notice? How you stare at me every chance you get. Yet when I do approach, you draw an invisible line I cannot cross. You fear something when you're with me, something I cannot control. Love…"

Soma's coarse palm caressed your cheek, and the depth of her gaze held you in place. Your heart was a war drum. Your chest felt tight. Her hand was gentle against the back of your neck, bringing you close to whisper inches away from your face.

"Who made you so scared to be loved? If they still live I'll deal with them. Offer their head to you on a silver platter. Will you then understand?" Soma's words made butterflies flutter in your stomach. Her breath tickled your skin, lips gingerly pressing against the corners of your eyes, your cheeks, the edge of your trembling lips…ah, I can't resist her any longer. 

It was a losing battle. No matter what, it would have always ended up like this. You sniffled as Soma held your face in the cups of her hands, a delicate touch masking the greed of a viper. When did she make it so hard to push her away? Her carnal gaze held you tight. It scared you as much as it pulled you in. I'm a fool. You knew the damage love could do. You knew the pain. Soma would break your heart just like before, leave you alone and hurting– 

Firmly, Soma spoke while keeping the focus of  your glossy, tear-filled eyes on her, breaking down your last feeble line of defense. 

"You don't need to keep running away like this. You don't need to be afraid anymore. I love you, y/n, and I'll never hurt you. So please, let Grantebridge be your home." 

Tears spilled before you could even process her declaration, and Soma held you to her chest as you sobbed. From the start, you had wanted her to say those kind words to you, yet feared what would happen once you'd heard them. There was no turning back now. You couldn't escape, and yet…

Despite the fear, you offered a small nod back to Soma, voice cracking through the silence of the room.

"I would love to, Soma."

—

Perhaps she would never actually hurt you, but she would be mean.

Large hands pinned yours down to the surface of the table. Soma's kiss was dirty, carnal in nature yet devastatingly sweet. How had you gone so long without this? The power in her touch was dizzying. The growl against your plush skin thrilled you. The clink of her belt made your heart jump, and you swallowed as Soma leaned back, holding the leather in her hands.

"Hands out love." She said the calm sentence with her figure looming above you. You shivered under her intimidating gaze, meekly holding them out. Soma cooed with a soft smile, tying your hands together.

"Always so obedient. As if you already know what will happen if you aren't…" Her words sparked anticipation into the air. You let her hold your bound wrists to the table, curious about what she'd do next. Soma rustled her free hand in her pockets, and your eyes widened when she pulled out a knife.

"S-Soma–" You held your breath as the flat side of the dagger lightly pressed against your cheek. Sweetly, Soma hushed your fretful protests, smiling gently as she spoke.

"Hush darling. I told you I would never hurt you. I simply need to cut through these pesky clothes. So hold still for me love." Her kind manner of speaking greatly contradicted the fervent lust in her eyes, watching you heave under the weight of her knife. Carefully, Soma trailed the weapon down, cutting your clothes inch by inch.

"There, just like that. You're doing so well for me baby…" Soma comforted you just as much as she teased you, cutting down the middle of your chest. The cool metal against your skin never cut through, but every time you felt it might, your breath hitched and you went still–heart skipping a beat. You were so concentrated on the knife, you didn't notice how your reactions spurred Soma on. You grew wet yourself, and despite the terror, you were desperate for more.

"Beautiful…" Soma breathed as she finally cut through your top, exposing your breasts to the open air. She traced the flat side of her knife over the curves of your breasts and waist, adoring how your skin trembled. 

"Like this, I'll hold the one who hurt you down. Let them know that their life is in my hands." Soma traced the edge of her knife over your quivering throat, voice a deep murmur.

"Slowly, I'll make sure they feel the same pain you did until now. They may beg, but I won't allow them the painless death they desire." You sucked in a breath when the tip of her dagger rested at your still clothed thighs. You didn't know how she was so skillful, but Soma carefully cut through your pants until you were as bare as you felt before her. 

Soma kissed the inside of your thigh, and it felt like a vow. Her rough palms gripped your flesh, holding you steady. You were growing weak to her will, and she hadn't even gotten to the main course yet. Soma's eyes cast down to your sodden cunt, then back up into your eyes. Oh. 

She wants to ruin me. The possessiveness she kept at bay for so long was clear as day to you now. Her insatiable greed was overwhelming. You realized now how controlled she had been. How much she'd restrained herself around you. All of it had unraveled in a single moment, and now, you were staring at a woman you could only describe as hungry.

"You poor thing." Soma's breath against your dewy folds made you jolt. You didn't know if the comment was about how wet you were, or how helpless you were in this position. Either way, you weren't given time to find out. Sharply, you gasped as Soma pressed her tongue flat against your heat, indulging herself in your taste.

You writhed, choking at Soma's ravenous movements. Her hands gripping your thighs dug deep into your plush flesh, unwavering despite your squirming. Soma's tongue moved to make you weak, gruffly chuckling at your sensitive reactions. The vibrations of her voice against your folds was damning, sending tingles of sweet ecstasy throughout your entire body. You clung to the table fruitlessly, moaning with reckless abandon. 

"Soma wait, it's too–!" Your whines only spurred her on, determined to make your voice hoarse. Her tongue pushed in deeper, pleased at the way you back arched and quivered. You were at the mercy of her tongue's sinful strokes, limbs abruptly twitching as her lips wrapped around your sensitive bud. 

"I c-can't, please, I'm gonna–!" Your pleas fell on deaf ears. Soma wanted to see your body convulse from the pleasure she gave you, and she got her wish. Her onslaught against your trembling pearl proved too much for you, and with a cry you were pushed over the edge. Waves of ecstasy fell over you, rocking your body as you came. All the while Soma drank the sweet evidence of your peak, lips wet as she pulled away. She licked what remained of you off her mouth as she rose, smiling down at your heaving form.

"Tired already?" Your jarlskona tsked with a smirk, raising an eyebrow. Soma moved to finally strip herself, removing her top before beginning to pull down her pants…

"That won't do. How are you ever going to take this?" Your eyes widened when you realized Soma had a strap on. Had she been wearing that the entire time? Did that mean she–?

You blushed, hot to the point that you swore you were melting. Soma had anticipated that this night would end up like this. She had chased and cornered you until the perfect moment to strike. Soma's lips lifted up, and her lustful stare made you shiver. She knew damn well where your thoughts were, and she didn't bother to deny it. Every movement of hers had been calculated from the start, and now she finally had her prize in her hands.

"Are you scared? Apologies, love." You squeaked as Soma gripped your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the table, aligning your dripping cunt with her strap. "But frankly, you have no idea how much I want you right now. To see your cute face begging for my cock…"

You gasped as Soma slowly eased her strap inside of you, feeling it deliciously stretch your tight heat apart. Soma bit her bottom lip, watching as she slowly filled you up. She loved the way your body trembled all over, finding each twitch and jolt intoxicating. Your breathless little noises were so satisfying, but in all honesty?

She wanted to hear you scream.

You choked back a sob as suddenly Soma roughly thrust halfway through, filling you up to the brim. She dragged the toy back out, slowly so that you felt it all, and then she plunged it all back into you again–grinning from ear to ear as you writhed and whimpered underneath her.

"Mhm…I hear you baby…you're so beautiful like this." Her gentle words did nothing to mask the brutality of her actions. Her relentless rhythm and overwhelming strength had you holding onto the table for some kind of relief, pleading with her to slow down. However, Soma only ground her hips inside you deeper, voice a sadistic drawl as she abused your heat.

"Hm? I can't quite understand you, love. Perhaps you should use your words?" Your senseless babbling amused Soma, ramming the strap particularly deep just to watch your breasts bounce and tears fall like diamonds. You tried to comply with her ridiculous request, hardly able to take a breath as you spoke.

"I..S-So..plea…" It was hopeless, and the both of you knew it. Soma only wanted to watch you struggle through her goading thrusts, happy when your dazed eyes and drooling lips mustered up the frailest plea. Your croaking voice was divine, and she relished in the state she had brought you to.

"I can't quite–" Soma grunted as she drove her strap into you, droplets of sweat flicking off her arms as she smirked. "–make out your words. One more time baby. Try again for me?" Your whine made her chuckle, and she shifted to lift you up off the table.

"H-huh? No, wait–!" You thought you saw stars. Soma easily held your body up with her hands, fingers sinking into your ass. Calmly, she let gravity help her to drive her dick up to the hilt inside of you, smiling as you struggled to breath before her.

"You won't? I didn't think you were such a naughty girl…" You sobbed as she bounced you up and down on her strap, face inches from yours. Joyfully, she watched you become a blubbering mess from her handiwork. She rammed into you without restraint, making your cunt gush and drip onto the floor below. Quickly you mustered up another attempt, looking into her lustful gaze with blurry vision.

"Plea…ge..gen–" You were cut off when she filled you up once again, jolting as pleasure sparked throughout your body. She was never going to give me a chance, was she?

"How cute…" Your reward for your efforts was debatable. Soma soothed you with soft praises, calling your crying face adorable. She kissed your tears only to push deeper into you, causing more to fall down your face. She calmly told you to hold onto her back for support, yet didn't bother to slow her pace even once. By the end of it, you felt numb and delirious–only able to shudder and moan as she brought your peak once again.

You could hardly register the pop of her strap finally letting your abused hole rest, thighs slick with your pleasure. Happily, Soma hummed as she made sure to wipe your dazed form down and tuck you into her bed before getting cleaned up herself. 

Soma eyed the marks on her back in the mirror, pleased with what she saw. She had, quite frankly, fucked you till her hearts content, and even she was tired. However, she was undoubtedly satisfied, finding the last few months chipping away at your defenses worth it. With a soft smile at your sleeping face, your jarlskona climbed into bed and pulled you close, letting herself drift to sleep beside her lover.

#soma x reader #soma jarlskona #soma ac valhalla #ac valhalla #i dunno if this depiction of soma is ok but lets just say i spiraled :) #soma of grantebridge

[visndcaitswhore]

I started becoming interested in assassin's creed and i want to write an Eivor x Fem!OC, Kassandra x Fem!OC, and a Soma x Fem!OC (my boss queen is very underrated r u kidding me?).

(not one shots btw, fanfics with multiple chapters on AO3 and maybe wattpad mainly)

Would anyone be willing to read any of that if I published it?

#eivor wolfsmal #eivor varinsdóttir #eivor wolfkissed #female eivor #assassins creed eivor #kassandra #assassins creed odyssey #soma jarlskona #eivor x reader #kassandra x reader #soma x reader #eivor varinsdóttir x reader

[mass-convergence]

Delayed Departure

AO3

Summary:

You thought your time being stranded at an airport in a blizzard would be Hel but things are made better by the arrival of Soma.

Definitely not based off of any recent travel horror stories the author may or may not have been involved in regarding one of the worst winter storms to hit North America in a long while.

Rating: For General Audiences - though I guess there's a little bit of cussing

Pairings: Soma x Reader

Fandom: Assassin's Creed Valhalla

A/N:

I just got stranded in a random ass city due to weather shit for the second time this year. For the past two weeks I've been dealing with a four day long blizzard and then whatever the hell this thing that descended from the arctic was. I don’t know what god I pissed off but I am absolutely f e r a l  I need this self indulgent fic. And I shall have my damn indulgence Merry friggin’ Christmas. May the Yuletide be gay as fuck.

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You practically shoved your way off the jetway, mentally apologizing to the family you nearly bowled over in your attempts to make your connecting. Outside the wind howled and snow swirled against the windowed walls of the terminal but you paid no mind to the icy scene outside that all but guaranteed your flight probably wouldn’t be leaving the tarmac anytime soon.

You had a plane to catch.

And so you sprinted down the concourse, through the main spine of the airport and past the running trams which definitely would have taken you to your destination faster if you had thought to look. Your heart thudded against your rib cage and the backpack you wore, while not particularly heavy, was just heavy enough to impede your breathing as it slapped against your back.

A bemused TSA agent by the security checkpoint watched you as you sped by, crossing his arms and surreptitiously looking up at the flight information screen and watching as one by one the flights went red. He shook his head and went back to work.

Why the fuck did the flight have to be across the entire gods damned airport?

Your chest burned with the effort of trying to keep your blood oxygenated enough to keep up the grueling pace that you had set for yourself. You hadn’t had to run this fast since you joined that intramural soccer team in undergrad. And that was way too many years ago. 

Your legs were giving out and your vision was beginning to gray at the edges when you finally made it to your gate. It was at that moment your legs finally decided they had enough of their abuse and with a few wobbly steps you fell to your knees on the floor while holding the wall for support. 

“Shit!” you heard someone exclaim and a form rushed to your side. You were too busy gulping down as much air as you could to really register the person who was helping you sit down against the wall, “Hej. Hej. Breathe for me. Breathe.” 

You managed to catch your breath before looking up at your savior. For the second time that day you couldn’t breathe.

‘Oh gods she is hot.’

Piercing blue-grey eyes, a face that looked as if it were etched of stone, and dark hair that was tied up in a half bun. Her brow was creased with worry as she looked at you. She put her hand on your shoulder, over your backpack strap. 

“Do you want me to help you take that off?” she was asking. 

For a moment your mind went completely blank and your cheeks heated up as your brain struggled to process the implications of that statement, “Huh?” 

“The backpack, it’ll help you breathe better if you take it off,” she elaborated. 

You nodded and she helped you shrug off the pack. The back of your shirt was damp with sweat and the moment the air hit it you felt a shiver run down your spine, “Thanks,” you said gratefully - noting her hand was back on your shoulder and massaging it slightly as if to help calm you down. It certainly wasn’t calming you down but you appreciated the gesture anyway. You leaned against the wall and closed your eyes, trying to recover after your desperate sprint. 

“Are they okay?“ another concerned traveler asked from somewhere above you. 

“Fine, I just need to catch my breath,” you said, “Need to make my connecting.”

“Which gate?” the woman asked.

“F12.”

The woman made a noise and you opened your eyes to see her apologetic look, “They just canceled it.”

You finally saw the white out outside and the flight status on the screen by the door. Well shit. Your phone finally buzzed and you pulled it out of your pocket to see the new notification: 

“Flight 4320 to GBI has been canceled. We are attempting to rebook you.” 

Your gaze flitted from the phone to the winter hellscape outside and you just knew in your heart: you were going to be stuck there for a while.

“Well shit.”

“I know,” she smiled sympathetically, “I was on that flight too. What’s your name?”

You gave her your name and she extended a hand for you to shake, you noted her other hand still hadn’t left your shoulder, “Nice to meet you. I’m Soma,” she said. You finally felt okay enough to stand and with her help you got to your feet. Unfortunately that also meant that she finally removed her hand from your shoulder and you couldn’t lie: you were rather disappointed. 

“Well I guess I should go try to see if they can rebook me,” you said as you picked up your backpack, “Though in this weather I think I’m going to be stuck here for a while.”

You let out a chuckle but it was less out of humor and more out of the mounting stress you began to feel. Talking to customer service reps was up there in the list of activities that gave you anxiety. Coupled with an already long and delayed filled day of travel: you weren’t entirely sure you could mentally handle much more of this.

“I’ll go with you,” Soma said and at your look she said, “We’re both in a similar situation. It’d be better to stick together, yeah?” 

You couldn’t (and really didn’t want to) argue with that logic. Aside from the fact that she was very attractive and very caring, you couldn’t deny that you also could certainly use the companionship and camaraderie that develops when everyone is thrown into the same, shitty situation.

As you stepped into the very long line at the help desk, you struck up a conversation with Soma. She was easy to talk to, a woman who certainly seemed to know her way around any social situation. Something you both admired and envied. 

“Why are you flying to Grantebridge?” you asked. 

“I just moved there,” Soma said, “What about you?”

“Not in Grantebridge proper but I’m from the area,” you replied, “Ravensburg, it’s a small town southeast of Grantebridge but I’ve lived there for a while now.”

“Perhaps you can show me around when we get there,” she said.

You grinned, feeling somewhat happy for the first time that day, “I’d love to.”

She revealed she had been in the military to help her get through college, just having returned to civilian life after her term of service ended. She was moving to Grantebridge for a job in business, she was a dealmaker of sorts.

By the time you had gotten to the front of the line, you were feeling a lot more relaxed with Soma. She had a grounding presence, a quiet assuredness that seemed to emanate from her and affect those around her. You groaned slightly when the agent waved you over, your previous stress and anxiety returning like a tidal wave. When you walked up to the kiosk, the agent looked at you and then at Soma who had now stepped up beside you, “Are you two together?” 

“We were on the same flight,” Soma answered before you could, “It’s been a very long day for the both of us, we’d both like to get booked on the next flight out of here.”

The agent frowned, “That’s going to be difficult, we’re already booked through Tuesday…”

That was when you learned Soma could be an incredibly shrewd negotiator.

You could only watch in wonderment as she politely but assertively talked to the ticketing agent, managing to snag you at least standby tickets on the next flights and booked for a flight that he had initially said was already full. However when it came to hotels, even if she could get you two vouchers for a room, you were shit out of luck unless Soma could manage to talk down the atmosphere itself.

Snow had already clogged up the freeways outside of the airport and despite the small army of plows the city operated - they weren’t able to keep up with the drifting and still falling snow outside. You were well and truly stuck at the airport until the weather cleared. With how bad the storm was outside, you were wondering if you’d ever get out of this mess. 

“Ugh,” Soma said once you two had left the desk, “I thought I could get us a better deal, I’m sorry.”

“Are you kidding me?” you said, “If it were only me up there talking to that guy … I’d have been stuck here for the next week.”

“It’s all about knowing their policies and being a bit firm with them also helps,” Soma said with a wink and a smile. 

Your mind went straight into the gutter with that last statement, imagining her being firm with you. In bed. Gods you were hopeless but any distraction from your current predicament was welcome.

It was getting dark and you and Soma agreed to stick together for safety and scope out a quiet corner of the terminal to get some rest in. The airport, bless them, had started putting out mats for stranded passengers to sleep on and you both managed to snag one each. A cozy little alcove between two charging counters in one of the less crowded terminals provided a relatively private spot for you two to get some rest. As you two were getting set up you espied another stranded passenger looking around at the carts that the airport staff had set the mats on. There were none left and she was looking increasingly desperate. 

While you weren’t keen on sleeping on the hard, thinly carpeted floor of the terminal, you also couldn’t bear to see someone else in the same predicament. Before Soma could react, you had picked up your own mat and approached the woman, “Here,” you said as you handed her the mat. 

“Are you sure?” she asked. 

You shrugged with a smile, “I’ll be fine.” 

She thanked you profusely before going on her way, deciding to find her own quiet corner to bed down for the night. You walked back to Soma now minus your sleeping mat and she said, “That was nice of you.” 

“She looked like she needed it,” you said, placing your coat on the ground and fluffing it up a little. It would be painful but you’d be fine for the night. 

And you seriously hoped this storm would only last for the night.

You looked up at Soma and she was watching you, frowning. She didn’t appear to be frowning at you specifically but even so you stopped what you were doing and looked up questioningly at her. 

“You can take my mat,” she said, “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“No, I can’t let you sleep on the floor,” you said, not wanting her to be uncomfortable for your sake.

“I can’t let you sleep on the floor either,” Soma replied just as firmly, “I’ll be fine. This is a five-star hotel compared to what I’ve slept in.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better about this,” you said, “It’s your mat. I’ll manage.” 

“Technically it’s the airport’s mat.” 

“Soma.”

She crossed her arms and her face made it obvious that she wasn’t welcoming any more arguments. You sighed in defeat, “I guess I can’t offer the compromise that we both share the mat?” 

“That’s a very small mat,” Soma pointed out.

“It could fit us both,” you said. You weren’t entirely wrong, the mat was about the size of a twin mattress. You could both feasibly fit on it if you weren’t afraid of essentially cuddling for the entire night. While you had meant the statement in a purely utilitarian aspect: you both would be more comfortable on the mat, you could see the slight discomfort on Soma’s face at the suggestion and mentally kicked yourself, “I’m sorry I overstepped-”

“You’re fine,” she said, “Take the mat tonight.” 

She offered to watch your stuff while you went to find yourself dinner. There wasn’t much luck finding any place still open but you managed to snag a sandwich, chips, and a soda from a shop and made your way back to your “camp”. Soma had set up her sleeping spot next to your mat, laying out her jacket so it lay between her and the floor and her pillow was a rolled up t-shirt from her bag. You winced at the arrangement. 

You had friends who were ex-military, you knew they could sleep on a bed of rocks if they needed to, but it still didn’t make it okay. You also knew that most people were uncomfortable with the aspect of cuddling with someone they just met in an airport. Your stupid mouth moved before your brain had time to shut it down, “I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to sound like a creep, I just didn’t feel okay with you sleeping on the floor.”

She said your name as she put her hand on your shoulder, “You’re fine, I know you didn’t mean anything untoward by it. We’ll talk about this later when we’ve both got a chance to eat.”

At that she gave you a slight smile and left to find food. You stared after her, putting your hand on where her hand had rested on your shoulder and for the third time that day you couldn’t breathe.

You were hungry but you waited for Soma to return before you started eating. You pretended you were busy with building your own little nest in the alcove. The mat wasn’t exactly comfortable (it really did feel like a slightly softer version of a gym mat) but it certainly had more give to it than the floor. Soma returned a while later with a coffee and a hot sandwich. You raised an eyebrow at her choice of beverage, hoping it was decaf. 

She must have noticed your expression because she shrugged, “Caffeine doesn’t really affect me anymore and I needed something hot.” 

“More of a tea drinker myself,” you said with a chuckle.

She noted your still uneaten sandwich and coke, “Are you not hungry?” 

“No,” you said, “I just got distracted with setting up for the night.”

“Hmm.”

Yeah she definitely didn’t believe you.

You both sat and ate in companionable silence for a while, sitting close together with your backs resting against the wall and watching the people go by. Your quiet section of the terminal had gotten a little more active as stranded travelers began to search for a place to sleep. You yourself were beginning to feel tired from the day's events and you laid down on the mat. You scooted over to the edge and looked pointedly at Soma, patting the empty half next to you. 

“You’re very insistent, you know that?” Soma asked with a hint of amusement.

You snorted, “And you’re very stubborn.”

To your satisfaction she took up a spot on the mat next to you, careful not to invade your personal space any more than she already was. You turned onto your side, back to her and facing the wall. You gathered your coat under your head as a pillow and closed your eyes. 

No one ever rests well in an airport and you were no exception. The sounds of people walking around and the quiet chatter kept you in a light slumber for the next hour or so. In the back of your mind, you were worried someone would come over and steal your stuff. Every 15 minutes you heard the chime and the monotonous female voice over the PA system reminding everyone to never leave bags unattended. 

That was never conducive to sleep. 

You pulled the free end of your jacket over your head in an attempt to muffle the noise. 

The airport had gotten chillier in the night, the temperatures outside dropping to below zero in the storm and the heating system could barely keep up. You shivered slightly as you dozed and Soma must have heard or felt you because she asked in a voice thick with sleep, “Cold?” 

“Little bit,” you answered just as groggily, not quite sure if you were in a dream or awake. You heard her shift around and a moment later a warm weight settled over you and you realized it was her jacket. The smell of warm leather and coffee enveloped you and you slowly felt yourself drift off into a deeper sleep. The next time you woke up, you noticed there was a new weight on you and it took you a moment to realize Soma had scooted much closer to you overnight, her arm draped almost protectively over your midriff and her front pressing softly against your back. You weren’t entirely sure if the move was conscious on her part or if she had moved in her sleep but you didn’t particularly mind too much. In moments you were asleep again.

You were awoken again many hours later by someone gently shaking your shoulder. You sat up, disoriented and looked up to see Soma crouched on the ground next to you. She had two styrofoam cups in hand, one with a tea tag sticking out from under the lid, “Morning,” she said as she handed you the cup with the tea tag. 

You took the warm beverage gratefully, rubbing your eyes with your free hand, “What time is it?” 

“A little after 7 am,” she said, “Sorry to wake you but I thought you’d like some breakfast.”

You rolled your neck to stretch it out, thankful you hadn’t gotten a crick in your neck from how you slept. She sat down next to you as she took some breakfast sandwiches out of the bag. The usual greasy fast food fare of some form of sausage or bacon, a fried egg, and cheese sandwiched between two halves of a bun. As you ate you checked your phone, looking over the headlines about the mega bomb cyclone blizzard-pocalypse or whatever the news had decided to call it. You frowned at the news: the blizzard had practically stalled out over your section of the country. The meteorologists weren’t expecting things to improve any time soon with travel being snarled for the foreseeable future. 

“Ugh,” you moaned, “Yule’s going to be long over by the time we get out of here.” 

You buried your head in your hands and took a deep breath. The whole situation did feel hopeless - you knew you were going to get out of this eventually, you’d get on a flight home, you’d get out of this stupid airport… That didn’t change how overwhelmed you felt in the moment.

“Hej,” you heard Soma set down her cup and felt her hand resting between your shoulder blades, rubbing comforting circles on your back, “I know, it sucks.”

You appreciated her comforting gesture. She didn’t make you feel bad for feeling overwhelmed, she didn’t tell you to get over it or that things would get better or a number of other things you knew deep down but couldn’t bring yourself to accept at the moment. She was there for you and it helped you calm yourself down after a few moments. 

Soma kept up the calming motion and when you looked up, she had gone silent, her lips pursed in thought. Finally, she snapped her fingers as her face lit up, “Pack up … I have an idea.” 

She stood up and offered her hand and helped you up, “We’re going to play a little game.” 

“What?” 

Your stress and anxiety was momentarily replaced by confusion and curiosity as to what she was getting at. 

“It’s Yule,” she said, eyes glittering with barely contained excitement, “And what better way to celebrate than with gift giving!” 

For a moment you thought she had lost her mind but she continued on, “You and I are going to split up and look for presents for each other. We’ll meet back here in an hour and exchange gifts.” 

You knew what she was doing: trying to distract you, to get your current predicament off your mind. Begrudgingly you noted that it was working as your mind went into overdrive while you packed, trying to figure out what in the Hel Soma would like. By the time you two had finished packing and exchanged phone numbers in case anything happened, you still were drawing a blank. 

“C’mon,” you called out to her as she walked away, “You could at least give me a hint!”

She turned to you, grinning as she gave an exaggerated shrug, arms half raised in the air, “Surprise me!”

And with that she disappeared into the throngs of travelers and left you alone to your racing thoughts. You closed your eyes and rubbed your forehead, trying to think about what this woman - a total stranger to you 12 hours ago - would even like. While she seemed to have a good read on you, you weren’t sure if you had a good read on her. The airport was massive, a major international hub, and thus was practically a mall that people passing through could peruse while waiting for their connections or panickedly buy a last second expensive present for their friends or loved ones.

There was a wide range of stores from overpriced fashion brands to shops selling marked up candy and essentials and kitschy tourist gear. 

Out of that range where would Soma’s preferences lie? 

You walked towards the stores, ruminating on that question. She didn’t seem the type to be interested in super expensive or ostentatious jewelry - or at least she wasn’t wearing any. Talking to her, she seemed more of a practical woman, everything she owned having to have a purpose. You doubted she’d want you to spend an exorbitant amount of money on her anyway - so the luxury stores were out. 

Behind you you heard a harsh beep and you turned to see an annoyed airline employee sitting behind the wheel of a motorized cart with several equally annoyed looking passengers in the seats behind him. You gave them a sheepish grin as you stepped out of the way. You looked around you, still trying to figure out what she’d want. 

A mug or a bag of candy just seemed too little for her, especially after all she had done to help you. A gift card, while always a safe option, seemed like a total cop out. Gods this was proving difficult. 

You decided to just window shop and see what caught your eye. Five minutes after walking up and down the main concourse where all the shops were, you were still completely and utterly stumped. You thought back to every interaction you’ve had with her so far - she had a leather jacket and overcoat but like you: she seemed to have foregone wearing anything more than a light flannel and a t-shirt inside the terminal. It did get rather chilly that night, you remembered waking up shivering. For a brief moment, you could almost smell the warm leather and coffee scent of her coat. Sure she seemed like a hardened badass immune to the cold but well … 

Everyone likes a warm hoodie.

But what color to get? She had been wearing a lot of blue - a blue t-shirt and a blue plaid flannel. Her rollerboard was a deep navy color. It really brought out her eyes … 

Focus.

You were standing in front of one of those overpriced retail shops that sold various travel essentials as well as random touristy crap. What really caught your eye were the hoodies - specifically the blue ones. They were a nice navy color and bore the name of a sports team you never even heard of. In the back of your mind as you stood in line at the register, you hoped that she at least held neutral feelings towards the team on the sweater. Else this was going to be very awkward.

At the last moment, you threw a sharable bag of Skittles into your purchase. The hour was soon up and you returned to your rendezvous point, bag in hand. Soma was already there, leaning casually against the counter as she played on her phone. She looked up as you approached, giving you a small smile and a nod in greeting, “Were you successful?” 

“I hope so,” you replied and you handed her the bag, “It is a little hard shopping for someone you’ve just met.”

She chuckled lightly, “I wasn’t expecting you to get me the perfect gift you know. I just wanted to get your mind off of things for at least a little while.”

“I know,” you said, genuinely grateful for her help, “Thank you.”

She opened the bag and took out the hoodie you bought for her. She genuinely smiled and sounded absolutely sincere when she said, “I love it. Thank you.” 

“Please tell me you’re at least neutral to that team,” you said. 

She frowned as she looked at the logo and name on the sweater and your heart nearly stopped.

“I’ve never heard of this team. Ever.”

Oh thank the gods.

“I mean it though, this is great - it did get rather chilly last night didn’t it?” she said.

“That it did,” you agreed, “I wish I had worn more than just my t-shirt under my coat.”

She gave you a chuckle as she handed you your bag, “Then you’re going to like what I got you.”

Her eyes twinkled as if holding back more laughter than the reserved chuckle. As if she were amused by some joke unknown to you as of yet. The moment you pulled out the exact same blue sweater you had just given Soma you understood her amusement. 

“Oh gods.” 

“Looks like we were on the same wavelength,” she said with a grin. 

“Great minds and all that, huh,” you replied with a grin of your own and you pulled the hoodie on. It fit well, large enough to be comfortable but not feel like you were swimming in it. She pulled on her own hoodie.

You two decided to take a walk through the airport - it was better than sitting around and waiting for news. You felt almost giddy as she offered her arm and you walked down the halls. You two were probably the only ones in the airport that were relatively happy. After a few laps around the airport, stopping every so often to watch the snow still swirling around outside (and to take a selfie in front of anything vaguely rainbow colored once you two had realized you both were incredibly gay), you returned to your original spot to sit down and rest. Soma got up to grab you both food while you watched the bags. 

She returned a little while later with food and a couple of sodas. You pulled out your laptop and with the spotty airport wifi and sharing a single pair of earphones, you sat next to each other and watched the sappiest Yule-themed movie you could possibly find. You opened the bag of Skittles and offered her some.

The plot was the typical high powered business woman with a boyfriend goes to a small town and falls in love with a conventionally attractive and down to earth farmer-type; and the movie buffered every two minutes … but it was good fun. And you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed being close to Soma. At some point you rested your head on her shoulder and aside from her shifting slightly to make both you and her more comfortable, she didn’t seem to mind, only giving you a gentle smile before turning her attention back to the screen. 

The snow finally tapered off that afternoon with the howling winds slowly decreasing in intensity until the white out conditions were only intermittent. A little after sunset you both had gotten a news bulletin that the roads around the city were reopening as the plows finally were able to clear the major highways. Soma stood up, directing you to stay and watch the bags as she went to talk to one of the customer service agents with the airline.

Half an hour later she came back with good news - she had talked them into getting her a voucher for a hotel room overnight. There weren’t many rooms left with the hotels quickly filling up now that people were able to get to them. She offered to share the room with you and the promise of a hot shower and an actual bed was too good to pass up. 

“The only room I could get has a king sized bed,” she said apologetic. 

“Soma,” you said, “We literally just slept together on a tiny ass mat.”

“Fair enough.” 

As you laid in bed that night, Soma not having any issues now with curling around you protectively in her sleep, you remembered all the cheesy news articles you had read about people finding companionship while stranded at an airport. You hadn’t believed those stories until now. 

You both were able to get on the next flight to Grantebridge, unfortunately though you weren’t in adjacent seats. The last time you saw each other was at the baggage claim, you had offered to drive her to her home but she unfortunately had arranged for her own transportation. 

“Thank you,” you said, “For everything.”

You opened your arms slightly, giving her a hopeful look and Soma laughed, pulling you into a tight embrace. She kissed you on your forehead as you reluctantly separated, “I’ll see you around,” she said and she disappeared out the door to the waiting town car.

-

You practically collapsed face first into your bed when you got back home, groaning into the pillows in relief as you finally found yourself able to relax for the first time in days. Beneath you you felt your phone buzz and you dug around in the pocket of your hoodie until you found it. You pulled the phone out from under you and looked at the screen - a text from Soma:

“So when can you show me around town? :)” 

Grinning and your exhaustion forgotten, you sat up to text her back.

#soma jarlskona #soma x reader #soma assassin's creed #one-hundred-percent a self indulgent coping mechanism for my airport woes #seriously I just have the worst luck with air travel and I think I pissed off a weather god at some point in my life

[ashandquiet]

My Most Unswerving Devotion

Chapter 3: Picnicking and Parties

Regency! Soma Jarlskona x F!Reader

Summary: Since coming to Norfolk to stay with your family, the conversations have all revolved around matrimony. Just when your aunt has found a match for you much to your chagrin, quite by accident you fall for the wealthy Duke of Cambridgeshire; Soma Guthrumsdóttir. Can circumstance truly keep you apart?

A/N: In which our titular heroine joins a picnicking party and gains new friends, information and intrigue abound. Thank you for your patience, I hope I haven't been away too long. :)

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The morning before the dreaded picnic, you snuck out in a simple smock of a dress and overcoat at first light. Having woken up incredibly early in a cold sweat an ever-present feeling of unease churning in your stomach.  

You felt sure a walk would clear your head, though you were more than aware of what today meant for you. You would be expected to put on airs and behave the part of a lady most enticed by the prospect of marriage. As if it was something you wanted, to be married to a man. It sickened you, felt like the crushing weight of destiny lay before you, akin to an out-of-control carriage barreling headwards into a collision. You, the unwilling passenger with an indifferent driver and dubious footman. Barrelling ever onwards with locked doors that blocked out your cries for help. 

Feeling quite woozy in the head and sick to your stomach you stopped on the path and sat down in a patch of soft-looking grass. You couldn’t even seem to bring yourself to care that it was still wet with morning dew. 

The brisk morning air washed over you, and your thoughts slipped back through yesterday’s events, and it was as if every fiber of your being could still feel the deft yet temperate hands of the lady gentleman. 

Upon returning to the magnificent manor house after your disastrous encounter in the fields, there was much fuss over your injured wrist and grass-stained dress. You had recounted your tale as clearly as you could in your flustered amorous stupor to your fussing aunt and her maids; yet when it came to the topic of the owner of the handkerchief tied round your wrist, you froze up. You had heard how they gossiped about the Lady Gentlemen that resided in the country, of Soma Guthrumsdóttir and her companions. If they gossiped so fervently about a Duke surely, anything less than that would be such a foul creature of scorn in their eyes. 

So you had lied and stated that it was simply just a gentleman like any other, and when they pressed for a name, well there was no reason to lie, you simply forgot to ask. They dithered on about the joys of a mystery urging you to divulge any details of your supposed rescuer's appearance which you fruitfully ignored. 

 Once your wrist was treated for the soreness and bruising with chilled water and bound in place with bandages, with your head bowed in quiet shame you excused yourself for the evening. 

While heads were turned you glanced at the lace-trimmed handkerchief that lay discarded on the side table.

Acting quickly you snatched it up and disappeared up the stairs to your room. There you had spent the rest of the evening in silent pity, occasionally glancing headlong at the handkerchief that you had neatly folded and placed on the window sill. It was embroidered with primroses of a pale yellow, and in one corner, stitched with a slate blue thread there were the ornate letters “ SG ”. 

You held it now, the delicate fabric worn and so clearly well-loved was soft in your hand. A faint scent of perfume lingered in its threads, delicate like fresh lilacs and something smoky and herbal. Your head swirled with thoughts about the owner's preferred fragrances, and how she would adorn herself and her clothing with them. The embroidered letters brought you a moment of solace, having such a delicate, intimate object with you seemed to provide every comfort in the world. 

Ever so carefully you tucked it away and rose back to your feet, the object's comforting presence enough to urge you forward into the day, fate’s cruel hand shaken from your spirits for just a while.

Returning to the manor house you dressed, with some assistance, in a simple country frock and tied a long white ribbon in your hair, swatting away the hands of the maids who attempted to even out the ribbons' tails. You even refused to acknowledge the looks from your aunt as you strode past her with a book in hand. 

“You truly mustn't dress so plainly dearest, you’ll want to make a good impression!” She cried in vain as you walked out to the carriage, barely lifting your dress from the ground. 

 “Oh come come, my Love,” your uncle laughed heartily as he followed behind you beckoning for his wife. “It's a glorious summer day, let us enjoy the picnic, she has no need to be weighed down by frills.” 

Your uncle smiled and offered a kind wink in your direction as you climbed aboard the carriage. 

With a sidelong glance at your injured wrist he chuckled, “Perhaps, she should dress plainly to prevent another tumble.”

You huffed lightly sitting, laying the novel on your lap, and resting your injured wrist on its leather cover. You refused to glance your aunt’s way as she boarded the carriage and sat across from you. 

“My dearest niece, how can you expect to find time to read when there are such friends to be met today,” She chortled, glancing from the book to your face. 

“Perhaps dear Aunt, I have no intentions of meeting friends today, when there is such knowledge and friends to be met in a book,” You replied and glanced out over the front gardens. 

Your aunt bristled and shook her head indignantly, surely preparing to snap back about an attitude most unbecoming of a lady, but uncle swooped to your rescue. He sat and commanded his driver to go, grabbing his wife’s hand in a shushing motion. 

“It is a beautiful day in July, let us enjoy it how we please, and if our niece would like to spend it with a book, then that shall be her day,” He said in a firm and commanding tone, yet his spirits were light and he smiled happily to himself as if pleased with his proclamation. 

The carriage ride was a jolting one, winding down from the manor into the parsonage beyond the grand estate. The picnic was to be held in the shade of a beautiful apple orchard belonging to the parish that your uncle presided over. When united with the larger group he chatted gayly with the men of the party about how he was glad to have leased it so long to a family of tenant farmers known as the Grants. 

His prattling seemed like nothing but noise to you, but all the men nodded and chided along in agreement and admiration. Yet the chatter of the ladies as they talked of fortunes and matches made for ladies of the gentry, seemed even more foreign to you still. 

You strode away from the group to better grasp your surroundings, looking for a comfortable place to sit just close enough to avoid scoldings, but far enough for a moment of blissful peace. 

A low-hanging apple tree dense with young fruit seemed to call to you, its drooping bower a welcoming shield from the sun. Just as you were about to make your escape, there was a great commotion from the group. Turning around, you took stock of the situation. A young man, who looked to be no older than five and twenty sat atop a dusty-looking yellow horse that danced about on its hooves. He was dressed plainly in an olive green tailcoat, and he held his riding hat in his hand as a much older man attempted to catch the reins of the young horse.

“Hold the bloody bastard still Oswald!” The older man growled, his accent was Scandinavian in origin. Perhaps he was the younger man’s steward. 

“I’m trying-” the young man, Oswald said as yanked the reins firm to his body. Patting the horse’s neck with his hand and drawing circles into its sweated fur. “Easy Diamond- Woah… there-there boy, that’s a good horse…” 

With the yellow horse calmed he was able to dismount. While handing the reins to his steward he replaced his hat on his mess of golden curls. You watched him intently as he strode over to the rest of the picnicking party. Not so much confidently as ungainly, perhaps wobbly from the ride. The women inclined their heads to him and he gave each a polite nod and a “Hello”, the men greeted him with smiles and pats on the back. 

Just as you were sure the conversation would turn to his deft riding skill and congratulations on taming such a riled-up horse, your aunt called out; “Oh (Y/N), come here dearest! Where did that girl go?”

For a moment you debated running, you glanced at the path between the trees, where the orchard gave way to meadows, and meadows to hills and streams. But the thought of obligation and strong wrestling feeling of guilt drew you back. Running would accomplish nothing, tarnish your name, and destroy whatever small holding in society you may have now. So you turned round and made your way over to the party at your own snail's pace.

“Oh, there she is!” Your aunt cried and made her way to your side grabbing your arm firmly, if not too roughly. “Now come come dearest niece you must meet Mr. Egerton, for he has ridden all this way to meet you .”

You bristled at the way she crooned out the last word, seeming to drip with ever the slightest it of disdain. You watched as Mr. Oswald Egerton turned his full attention to you, scrutinizing your every step, his neutral expression turned to what you hoped was a kind smile. He had the kind of eyes that seemed to expose his every thought and feeling. You dreaded the introduction but you knew, he was your intended suitor. He was on the shorter side, nothing about him was too handsome, and he appeared to be perfectly safe, if not a little plain. He gave a polite bow in your direction, and you couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit smug that even in your poor fashions you had still managed to out-dress a gentleman.

“My niece, Miss (Y/N) (S/N),” Your aunt introduced you, and you gave a polite smile and nod. You hoped the smile didn’t look too forced.

“A pleasure to meet you Miss (S/N),” Oswald smiled kindly.

“Likewise sir,” You chided crossing your arms behind your back to hide your book and injured wrist.

There was an awkward silence that was quickly broken by one of the men, “Mr. Egerton, say how is your estate at Elmenham? I hope your tenant farmers are doing quite well.”

“Oh yes, quite well indeed,” Oswald nodded. “Everyone is doing quite well this season. But I can’t say the success is all mine, Finnr has been working himself to the bone keeping everything in order.”

The steward, Finnr waved his hand towards the younger man in a motion of dismissal with a grunt as he plucked an apple from the branch of a tree. He was a much older and gruff-looking man dressed in almost out-of-date fashions of the 1780s, his hair greyed and long. His facial hair was almost too long to be considered proper for a man of society, but perhaps the Scandinavian fashion was different. 

You found yourself pondering the details of the lands across the sea, you had read somewhere about how Sweden once had a girl king who had refused to marry. Much like the lady gentlemen that now populated the country. Perhaps soon the whole of society would be populated with them, women holding positions of power and dressing like gentlemen, marrying women. You blushed at the thought, the feeling of butterflies in your stomach returning. 

“Um, Hello…?” an apprehensive voice tore you from your thoughts and you jumped slightly. Oswald was standing to your left a small awkward smile on his face that morphed into one of concern.

“Are you quite alright Miss (S/N)?” He asked kindly.  

You shook your head to dismiss your thoughts of women in waistcoats and breeches, “Yes I’m alright sir I appreciate your concern,” you tried not to sound indifferent to him, as he had been kind thus far.

He offered his hand palm up, “If you would be so willing, would you join me for a walk about the orchards?”

His smile was inelegant, brows knit with unease, and his hand trembled. You regarded it for a moment and spared a glance to your aunt and the other ladies. They stared hungrily at your hands like wolves regarding a sickly lamb. Minds likely swirling with tales of success to gloat about for hours, to talk of nothing but fortunes and houses, your potential bride clothes, and where you'd buy them.  Feeling the weight of consequence you nodded with an inaudible sigh and offered the coltish gentleman your arm. 

Oswald took your arm in his and you began to feel ill, it wasn’t that he was terrible to look at but the thought of any prolonged amount of time with the man sickened you. 

He did not tug you forward so much as he suggested a slow and delicate gait, and you followed his lead to appease the party of older women who cooed about the match made between you two. Together you walked paces out of earshot of the ladies and he withdrew his arm from yours with a polite yet awkward smile. You paused but happily accepted the respite from his touch.

“Um,” he began. “You see, it is not that I wish to lead you on, or to let you down per se, but I am- have had, my eye on another young lady for some time.”

You paused and looked at him, “You have? Then why… why would you entertain the idea of coming to the picnic?” 

Oswald’s face reddened and he fixed his collar walking ahead two paces, “Well you see, it is that the young lady was in an unwilling entanglement back in Denmark, before her brothers and she came to England at the behest of their cousin. And our amour is quite secret…”

You followed him resting your injured hand against your back, turning ideas over in your head, “So because it is secret, you must keep up appearances?”

He grinned sheepishly back at you, “Precisely, I planned to formally propose but I doubt her brothers would grant a blessing of the marriage. So to maintain appearances I entertain the whims of my patron until I can secure a firm answer. I had hoped, when I noticed your apprehension that perhaps you weren’t enthusiastic about the match as well…?”

You fought to hold in a snort of laughter, “No,” barely containing your smile you shook your head. “I had no interest in this match. No interest in any match that is.”

“Thank heavens,” Oswald let out a visible sigh, his shoulders relaxing and he touched his chest as if calming his heart. “I mean no offense of course Miss (S/N).”

You waved your hand at him lightly, “I take no offense, sir, you're quite alright.”

He smiled, “Perhaps we can be friends, I could help you avoid potential matches, and perchance, you could help me woo my lady?”

You strode ahead of him to gaze at the clover buds blooming in the grass. He made a good offer, friendship in exchange for matrimony. He was a young gentleman with an estate, and he likely had resources, resources enough to help you find the lady gentleman.

“I would like that, perhaps,” You tried turning towards him. “In exchange for helping you woo your paramour, you could help me with something.”

“Well of course! What can I do for you Miss (S/N)?” 

“I need your help finding a particular gentleman,” You said pulling the handkerchief from your pocket with a smile. 

ꕥ

You regaled Oswald as you walked about the orchard with the story of the lady gentleman and your romp in the fields that caused your injury. He made no attempt to interrupt your tale listening heartily his brows knit together quizzicakly. When you finished your tale you offered the handkerchief his way so he could examine the details of the embroidery. 

“Well this is quite the conundrum,” Oswald puzzled brushing a thumb over the lettering before handing the handkerchief back your way. “The countryside is quite literally crawling with these Lady Gentlemen.”

You bristled feeling indignant, “You all keep saying that, as if they are mice. I have yet to see more than one. If the countryside was crawling with them you would think I would see more.”

Oswald laughed an awkward boyish laugh, “Perhaps you are right, but there are a noteworthy few. Most likely you have encountered a friend of the Duke of Cambridgeshire, her estate is near here, no more than a two-hours ride on horseback. I will see what I can learn for you (Y/N).”

You took back the handkerchief tucking it away in your dress pocket, nodding thanks. Perhaps if Oswald was successful in his promise, you could learn the name of your elusive savior who ceased to escape your thoughts. 

“So,” Oswald drew out awkwardly. “You enjoy the writings of Sappho?”

You turned to him flushed with embarrassment and indignation, you had yet to voice this to anyone but the fatted and lazy tabby tom cat that patrolled the kitchens who seemed to only care that you were a human, and humans bring food from the heavens to fatten his belly further. And a cat, could not go about spouting to others about how you would rather divine kisses from the lips of another woman. Yet you supposed if he trusted you with his secret perhaps you could allow him this one of yours.

“And if I do?” You countered a bit more snippily than you originally intended which caused you to wince.

Oswald raised a hand in a show of submission, “Not to worry, your secret is safe with me. I am a friend of a lady who also prefers the company of other women, though I doubt she is the woman you encountered, she’s blonde. And I wouldn’t always count her among gentlemen, or women for that matter, but she is a friend of a great many other lady gentlemen.”

You couldn’t help yourself from smiling, “Is it possible that she might know who it is that helped me then? Your friend?”

“Oh, Eivor? Yes, I will write to her as soon as I return to Elmenham,” Oswald smiled and offered you his arm again. “Shall we return to the picnicking party?”

“If we don’t soon I fear they’ll have too many scandalous ideas swirling about their heads to even function,” You quipped taking his arm. 

Oswald laughed and led you back through the orchard to the picnic. When you neared the party you were surprised to see a tall black horse had joined Oswald and Finnr’s horses that grazed lazily about in the orchard grasses. Another individual had joined the picnicking party and was heartily regaling the group. 

As you approached you could see that the person was a lady gentleman. You felt your heart quicken at the possibility of it being your savior. But when she turned to face you and Oswald you could see that wasn’t her, this one was tall, her voice jolly and light, and she had a joyous smile that reached from ear to ear. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight bun and she was dressed smartly in an all-black gentleman’s suit, similar to the other lady gentleman you had encountered yesterday. 

You came to stand near your uncle letting go of Oswald’s arm and avoiding your aunt's gaze.

“... we would happily receive you all in a week's time for a masquerade ball,” the Lady Gentleman finished speaking and beamed her eyes landing on you in particular. You could tell she was being sly as her eyes flicked from your face and down your body making you blush hotly. 

She smiled and winked before waving, “I bid you all good day!”

The group exploded into whispers and exclamations of joy, the prospect of a private ball was all enticing, yet you had arrived too late to receive the name of your hosts. 

“Uncle,” you tapped his arm lightly to draw his attention. “Who will be hosting?”

Your uncle folded his hands neatly against his lap and smiled, “Why Soma Guthrumsdóttir, the Duke of Cambridgeshire.”

#soma jarlskona x reader #soma x reader #soma jarlskona #soma ac valhalla #ac valhalla #austen inspired #regency inspired #regency au #my fics #i know it may be weird of me to pull such obscure characters from the game for the sake of the plot #but i like oswald and finnr #doesnt help that my cat is named oswald #anyway i hope you enjoyed it

[kassandras-one-braincell]

There's something in the water, okay?

One minute, I'm replaying the Grantebridgescire and Isle of Skye arcs in Valhalla, the next minute I'm thinking about how Eivor, Kassandra and Soma would, in a modern setting, wield the power of...a certain motorised instrument that vibrates when supplied with electricity. No, not a toothbrush.

Explicit stuff under the cut, containing: AFAB reader (but no gendered language), sex toys, overstimulation, dacryphilia, D/S, the usual.

Minors, men, ageless blogs, piss off.

Eivor, the clever bastard, would carefully rig a harness to support a rabbit vibe sturdily enough for her to destroy you with it. She'd fuck the bulbous toy into you ever so deep, slowly, carnally, drinking in the noises you freely relinquish to her. Never unsheathing herself fully, because she needs to keep that bittersweet stimulation against your clit constant, relishing in the way you writhe at the onslaught, desperately trying to ground yourself by shredding harsh red ribbons into her inked back. All the while, her face is buried in the crook of your neck, your supple skin muffling her own low moans of bliss as the vibrating base rocks into her whenever she bottoms out.

Kassandra would take full advantage of the sensations she can't provide you with her own physical talents. She knows, fuck, she knows that you crave the warmth of her tongue, the thickness of her fingers, and that's exactly why she teases you with a powerful little suction toy. Her angel wouldn't be left wanting for anything...eventually. So she traces the vibe over your nipples, watching you shiver as they pebble over with arousal, pressing hot kisses to your flesh. And she revels in the darling pleas you offer her as she rocks it in quick circles against your clit, smirking as your brain fogs over, the line delectably blurring between wanting Kassandra in the rawest way and needing Kassandra's mercy to make you fall apart just like this.

Soma wouldn't dream of passing up an opportunity to utterly break her sweetheart, now, would she? So why wouldn't she have you straddle a pillow, legs fastened either side with silken bindings, a wand nestled underneath your mound? Your back to her chest, she cages you with a strong arm, keeping you pinned every time your hips try to jump away from the unwavering vibrations. Her other hand busies itself with your mouth, fucking it languidly with her fingers until drool runs down her wrist. She grins wickedly as she makes you choke on your own orgasmic cries. It's only when she can taste the tears decorating your cheeks that she relents, promising to soothe your poor little clit with her tongue, like that wasn't a threat.

#i can smell the smoke of the fires of hell from here #eivor #eivor varinsdóttir #soma jarlskona #kassandra of sparta #kassandra #eivor x reader #lady eivor x reader #kassandra x reader #soma jarlskona x reader #soma x reader #❀ sugar and spice ❀

[pixievi]

❝ characters I will write for ❞

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* current fandoms : arcane, assassins creed, tlou ii, bottoms, the locked tomb

arcane

｡ﾟ･ vi

｡ﾟ･ caitlyn kiramman

｡ﾟ･ sevika

the locked tomb

｡ﾟ･ gideon nav

｡ﾟ･ harrowhark nogesimus

｡ﾟ･ camilla hect

｡ﾟ･ crown/coronabeth tridentariius

｡ﾟ･ pash

willow (2022)

｡ﾟ･ kit tanthalos

｡ﾟ･ jade claymore

assassins creed

｡ﾟ･ eivor wolfkissed/varinsdottir

｡ﾟ･ kassandra the eagle bearer

｡ﾟ･ soma jarlskona

the last of us ii

｡ﾟ･ ellie williams

tomb raider

｡ﾟ･ lara croft

miscellaneous

｡ﾟ･ junkerqueen (overwatch)

｡ﾟ･ karli morgenthau (marvel)

#vi x reader #ellie williams x reader #f!eivor x reader #caitlyn x reader #eivor varinsdóttir #ellie x reader #sevika #sevika x reader #soma jarlskona #soma jarlskona x reader #kassandra #kassandra of sparta #assassins creed #ac odyssey #ac valhalla #tlou part ii #headcanons #imagines #requests #the locked tomb #gideon nav #gideon nav x reader #harrowhark nonagesimus #harrowhark nonagesimus x reader #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #coronabeth tridentarius #pash tlt #camilla hect #hazel callahan

[songofsoma]

BALDUR’S GATE 3

Karlach x F!Tav

All Roads Lead to You

one two three four

To Know Her, Body and Soul (NSFW)

The Hands That Heal

Until You See Stars (NSFW)

Sleepless (NSFW)

Take Her Apart (NSFW)

Beloved

A Very Nice Dream (NSFW)

Shadowheart x F!Tav

Where Anyone Could See (NSFW)

Bound to Me (NSFW)

Lae’zel x F!Tav

A Dirty Way to Win (NSFW)

Minthara x F!Tav

Worship of the Godless (NSFW)

Mizora x Reader

Deal With a Devil (NSFW)

Jaheira x Reader

A Lesson Learned (NSFW)

Dame Aylin x Isobel Thorm

Under the Light of Her Moon

THE WAYHAVEN CHRONICLES

Ava du Mortain x F!Detective

Safe With You

You Are Everything

Always Yours

Lucky

A Reminder of You

A Night With You (NSFW)

My Mellilla

Her Undoing

Abyssal Heart

Her Pale Knight

Chasing Nightmares

I'm Here

Genesis

Tendrils of Honey

You on My Mind (NSFW)

Undone (NSFW)

A Test of Strength [ for @aelwen ]

Five More Minutes

A Touch of a Temptress

Kiss Me Goodbye

Beg (NSFW)

To Protect You [ for @aelwen ]

Upon an Eternal Moon

Counting Scars

Biting Words (NSFW)

Vulnerable

Acts of Love

Under the Mistletoe

Call of Midnight

Empty Beds and Wanting Hearts (NSFW in first part)

All You Need is Love (And Salt)

A Little Reward (NSFW)

A Wish to be Loved

Adam du Mortain x F!Detective

Everything [ for @ladiemars ]

Until Death [ for @ladiemars]

Nate Sewell x F!Detective

Northern Star [ for @pixelnights ]

Prompts (mixed pairings)

a clumsy kiss [ for @pixelnights ]

come back here right now [ for @rosejellyy ]

bloody kiss [ for @ladiemars ]

kissing in the stairwell

do you want this

kisses that start from the fingers

a kiss that trails down the jaw

THE EXILE

Syfyn Javall x F!Commander

Light of a Guiding Star

Where We Stand

Touch (NSFW)

ASSASSIN'S CREED VALHALLA

F!Eivor x Soma

A Waking Dream

F!Eivor x Randvi

My Drengr

No Lone Wolves

Divinity is the Shape of a Woman

Ice-Kissed

ASSASSIN'S CREED ODYSSEY

Kassandra x Reader

The Eagle and the Sparrow

Sea Maiden

part 1

part 2

#fic masterpost #my last one was broken #im sorry if u get tagged it means i love u #my writing #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #assassin's creed valhalla #ava du mortain #adam du mortain #nate sewell #twc morgan #farah hauville #soma jarlskona #eivor the wolf kissed #friend's ocs #eivor x randvi #female eivor #ac odyssey #assassin's creed odyssey #kassandra x reader #the exile #syfyn javall x commander #syfyn javall x f!commander #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #karlach #shadowheart #lae'zel #bg3 mizora

[paleeagleoperatree]

Time is Love chapter 8

Tonna xSoma x Eivor x black!fem reader

Time travel au

"So we're going to set up a feast, as an way to make a alliances." Headgr nodded his head "Basically.". You been sitting here for 20 or more minutes while Tonna and Headgr bickered of subject then finally got to the point of this private meeting."We'll also invite Evior and Soma as an apology for your crude behavior." Tonna rolled her eyes and muttered "If I don't get my head chopped off first.". Headgr grabbed a dagger pointing it at the map "Then there's a better reason to why we need to fix our repetition before things get worse. And you..." He pointed the dagger at you "You will have to earn your keep Ms.(Y/N), you can't just continue eating our food without earning. And don't worry you will be paid too for your work.". You perked up at this news " When can I start!?" Tonna smiled a bit at your excitement "Looks like our Raven is a Hard worker and a excited one at that." After a while Tonna assorted that you could work with the livestock and the pantry. All you had to do was to make sure that the animals were taken care of and document the pantry stock, to make sure they had enough food for the winter. That was easy enough. You were sent to the stables and pantry/kitchen to be introduced to your environment and then instructed on what to do. Tonna and Headgr where left behind to work on the party plans.

After awhile Tonna and Headgr started to assign roles to the people and explained what the event was for "It's of the upmost importance that this peace offer feast go's smoothly!" Headgr made sure to make his point evident to everyone in the crowd. "And make sure you're on your best behaviors, and treat our guests well!". Tonna's voice bellowed across the field of people, and Headgr gave a impressed look at the usually humorous deger was capable of not cracking a joke for once. Everyone knew their place and started to work on the party. Later in the day people started to slow down and call it day and turned in for the night. This meant you too, but you didn't really know if you were still welcomed in Tonna's cabin. Just because she let you sleep in her home when you were passed out, doesn't mean she'll let you in now. Tonna spotted your upset face and gave you a hard pay on your back "What's wrong little Raven?" you were shocked at the sudden weight on your back, then turned away a little at the question. "Well I don't know where I'm going to sleep or stay, I can't just continue sleeping at your cabin." she gave you a small amused smile and laughed a bit "Well why not!? I quit enjoy your company and it's doesn't hurt that you are pretty and exotic." you flinched at the word 'exotic' , but other wise was excited at the fact you could stay at her place. "Really!?" Tonna couldn't help but to feel endeared by your glowing expression of excitement "Of course.". She lent out hand and guided you to her cabin.

Authors Note: I'm still pretty unsure about continuing pass the prewritten chapters, I may just continue because the one person that really seems to like this fic.

#Time is Love #fanfic #eivor #eivor varinsdóttir #ac valhalla #assassin's creed #assassin's creed valhalla #buff women #buff ladies #soma x reader #soma jarlskona #eivor x reader #female eivor #tonna #Tonna x Eivor x Soma x black fem reader #time travel fic #time travel #polyamory #polygyny #poly

[guccipussay]

Eivor x soma

[ it was supposed to be x reader but she looks like the Jarlskona so ya know]

#eivor x soma #eivor varinsdóttir #ac valhalla #eivor fanart

[femlesbianbarbie]

Modern Soma with a girlie reader

Soma is def Has money but she hits me as old money. She works hard to stay one of the richest people in the country.

She Likes a sub who follows the rules but has a little bit of Snark in them. Which is where you come in.

She treats you like a real princess. The nicest clothes, shoes, electronics literally anything and everything. Not to mention you vanity set up.

Loves to buy you cute little dresses and thigh highs and have you do a little fashion show for her.

A sucker for thigh highs it literally kills her when she sees the the pudge where thigh and sock meet.

She listens to Lana Del Ray. I can feel it in my bones. Her favorites are peppers and Pretty when you cry.

Shes a busy girl but can almost always find time to get a quick coffee with you.

Helps you with your hair. She has your whole hair care routine memorized she could probably do it in her sleep. She loves to put little ribbons in your hair.

she ties your shoes for you if you try to do it yourself she will just smack your hands away.

You can never open a door for yourself while she is around.

#soma jarlskona #soma x reader #Soma #Assassin's Creed