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simpliao · 2 years

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Because you did that cute Jschlatt fic about him knowing he’d marry the reader, would you mind doing one where he proposes to his gf? I thought it might be sweet lol

you're worth all the stress in the world ; (irl) schlatt x reader

– part one , – part two , – part three , – part four , – part five , – part six

summary : flowers? check. ring? also check. confidence? maybe not so much. the pair did do the romantic dinner date schtick often, but tonight was different. y/n is worried at the state of her boyfriend, and he's even more so.

info : light swearing, she/her reader, and sweet fluff ! it's fairly long for a heads up !

a/n : I DO NOT MIND ! thank you sm for requesting by the way, greatly appreciate your support and i really hope you enjoy and lived up to the desired sweetness. this one is for you anon ! friendly reminder too that i absolutely adore requests. ( i also have no idea what the japanese in the gif below says but hopefully it ties in. )

With another candle lit, he took a step back to admire what scene he's made of their shared dining room and kitchen space; and then cringed. Was he being too sappy? He wasn't exactly the kind of guy to be overly romantic, know the exact thing to say or how to say it. And yet here he was, having months in advance been planning out the perfect proposal for who he found to be the perfect girl. He considered an expensive restaurant, he considered flying her out of the country. But as those restaurants waitlists could go into years, and his anxiety of losing her in the meantime heightening (not that it was a real concern, abandonment issues over the years made it much harder for him to keep still even if their relationship had been nothing but bliss). He opted for a quiet, sentimental proposal in their own home, planned under the night of a meteor shower. Other people didn't need to witness it, he actually preferred it to be kept as a tender memory between the two without some random fuck coming to ruin it.

He thought every last detail through... Except now as he set the table and lit candles for atmosphere: everything seemed so off, she deserved the world, so much better than this... And in his head he knew she deserved someone better than him. No. He had to stop thinking like that, but the candle arrangements are off. At this rate she'll come home to an imperfect scene–...

"Schlatt?" Her voice questioned from the darkness, he spun around, caught red handed in the middle of the crime. Shit, he uttered out under his breath, she got home early tonight. Although his mind began to race, it softened seeing the unmistakably bright smile that grew across her lips. Her eyes darted towards unscented, lit candles, a set table for two and their missing blinds for their windows. "I uh, I didn't think you'd get home so early." He was pretty adamant that morning to enjoy the full day with her friends, "I missed you. They're fun and all, but you know... I wanted to come home to see you, you were really jumpy this morning. I worried." Setting her purse down and approaching, the simple confession almost had him doubling over from how much his heart burst.

She was always so compassionate, it took him so long to open up to her about his insecurities: feeling unworthy, unwanted. And since she's made sure to never let him feel alone like that again, all the more reason he wanted this woman at his side till the end of time. "I really wanted to surprise you..." He caught himself before realizing she might not have realized the full intent of the surprise date. "...Because I knew how much you'd love watching the meteor shower tonight. It just had to be perfect, y'know?" Even if his excuse was valid, and true: he chose tonight of all nights knowing the skies would be clear and a real sight, his stress never left his tense expression or shoulders.

Gentle hands found themselves upon them, rubbing gently and giving a slight smirk, "I didn't think it had to be such a big thing, but I'm definitely not complaining. You know how much I love seeing you dressed up. You're making me feel underdressed." Bingo. The opening to give himself the privacy to tuck the Prussian blue box in his pockets, considering that it was still tucked into the back of the shelf of his nightstand. "I can get changed." He spoke quickly, too quickly, and his heart sunk seeing the small frown that curved upon his lovers lips. "Are you okay? Is there something on your mind you want to talk about? I can change, it's no issue." Gentle doe eyes, those same eyes that caused his heart to flutter into his throat, practically begged for him to spill.

He knew for both their sakes he had to keep his mouth shut, this wouldn't be the proposal she deserved. If it was bad would she say no..? He could barely choke out a reply, "yeah, it's just... Can you excuse me for a minute?" "Yeah, sure–" And like that he was gone, speed walking down the hall to their shared bedroom. Her arms found herself as she nibbled at the inside of her cheek, trying to think back at his projects and work to what could be the culprit. He was hiding something, that much was evident, but what? The fact he was so adamant about rushing to their bedroom first, about keeping her out of the house, her heart sunk... Was she supposed to be here? She trusted Schlatt, more than anyone else in the world, but he was acting so out of character. She had half a mind to walk into their bedroom unannounced just to feed her curiosity, her fears. But she shook the idea away, he would never. Then what could be stressing him out to the point of having a heart attack?

She didn't have much more time to dwell, a savoury sweet aroma wafted her nose, her eyes shifting their gaze to the kitchen. She was so caught up in Schlatt and his off behaviour to not have realized the intricate dishes that sat upon the counters. With the light on, illuminating the inside of their oven, she noticed that's where the majority of the remarkably delicious scent came from. She approached to get a closer look, noticing the exceptionally beautiful bronzed fish that sat inside, roasting she guessed. From the corner of her eye she noticed his figure reemerging, and she took the moment to try and lighten the mood. "Since when could you cook?" He actually slightly jumped at the unexpected sound of her voice. "Since they've called me Chef Schlatt." He was visibly less fidgety, and her eyes caught notice of the rectangular wrapped box now held in his hands.

Little known to her he had taken the time to in panic call Ted who had reassured him, reassurance he desperately needed. What sounded as a joke to her question of the one-eighty of his cooking skills was actually the truth. For the past four months he'd manage to secretly cram culinary lessons in preparation for tonight and hopefully the rest of their lives. "What's with the box?" To say she was relieved to see his noticeably less (albeit still) stressed out self was such an understatement; the box itself she could tell he wrapped from it's little imperfections, she loved it. "Well... You mentioned feeling underdressed." He didn't show it but some part of him felt wrong giving her the gift of the dress (if you're not comfortable with them feel free to imagine any other formal/fancy attire) he'd seen her eyeing for the past while. It was meant to be an engagement gift, not a method to save time since he hadn't even finished cooking or arranging the area. "I wanted to give this a bit later but while you change I can finish up setting up here. That alright with you, toots?"

An inquisitive smile as the gift changed hands, it only took a tear and removing the top of two cardboard pieces that made up the box. She audibly gasped, "you didn't." "I did." Seeing the absolute joy upon the features he adored so much made him want to buy another fifty of them. Her happiness and ease infected him, having her be much less suspicious also helped with his own anxiety. "So this is what you've been worried about? If I'd like it?" Giving him an out he mentally thanked her, "yeah, now you get dressed alright? I have to finish setting the table." She admired the silk that made up the intricate garment, "I really don't deserve you, huh?" The sudden phrase caught him off guard. "What? No, I don't deserve you darling. You do so much for me, let me spoil you tonight, alright?" He moved to the side so he could reach down to kiss her temple endearingly, his own heart warming at just the feel of her skin. She made a mental note to spoil him as best she could within the following days, unbeknownst of the greatest gift that could be given later on in the evening.

Changing, with him insisting to take her time for the sake of preparation, it ended up taking a lot longer than either expected. "Schlatt!" "Yes?!" "Can you come here and help me zip up the dress?!" "Coming!" And when he entered the room... My god, he was sure he walked into heaven with the goddess that stood before him. The subtle sparkle of the gown giving her an effect of wearing a blanket of stars. She had even done her going-out rituals of doin up herself and her hair since he put in such an effort to make tonight beyond their casual dates (to which she wasn't complaining, nor did she understand why). "Wow." Was all he breathed out, breathless, unable to stutter out anything else; he was completely smitten all over again. It made his mind quickly flash to what it'd be like seeing her in a wedding dress, seeing her walk down that isle to officially become his in the eyes of the law.

A sheepish smile graced her lips, his gaze filled with nothing but endearment and love made her flush under it. She could feel how much he loved her by that completely awed expression alone. "I should buy you this kind of shit more often." He chuckled, a more suave front coming into play whilst she turned around for him, having it clear as day to see the zip. One hand found itself at the swell of her hip to hold her still with a gentle grip, the other grabbing hold of the little thing and with ease zipped it up. She spun around to meet his eyes, "thanks." "Anything for my pretty girl."

One hand cupping hers, he lead her to their newly transformed kitchen and dining area; furniture pushed to the other end of the open space, leaving for a more isolated and professional feel. Windows cleaned without a single speck of dust left behind, and as if the skies themselves were in favour of this night with how clear the city sky seemed. Shimmering stars making themselves known, which in of itself was a surprise. "You think the city shut down for a day for the sake of seeing the sky tonight?" "I don't know what caused it, I'm just happy my prayers went to good use." She didn't get a chance to question him, as he pulled out her chair with a charming smile. "M'lady?" She took the seat with a silly grin after hearing his gags behind her, "remember to remind me never to say that again."

This was the Schlatt she knew, the one who was always so damn bubbly and managed to get the most genuine laughs out of her. And somehow he mixed together with this attempt to be charming, it was a sight to see surely, and as the night continues on she noticed this nervousness return to him. Dinner was a blast, roasted crispy skin salmon with a brown sugar citrus glaze, paired with his best attempt to make her favourite dessert from scratch. It only reminded her of how lucky she was, how this handsome, giant of a man who on the surface was jaded and immature could be so... Gentle. Immensely thoughtful and invested in her, with eyes for only her, just for her.

She didn't think she could get any luckier, how could she? But she could.

It took only a moment for her to trade her glance from him to their almost humorously large windows, that was his cue. "You wanna step out on the balcony to see better?" His heart pounded so hard in his chest everything was drowned out by blood pumping in his ears, he could barely hear her reply but when she took his hand and stood he presumed it to be a yes. Sliding glass doors open and stepping out to their closet sized balcony, it was large enough to hold a small table and bistro chairs but that had long been retired inside. He had just enough room to get on one knee, but he had to wait for the perfect moment.

They both leaned against the partial glass railing, his sights unable to look up at the thousands of falling rocks that made for a perfect backdrop for what happens next, his gaze only rested on the side profile of the woman that always harboured in his mind and heart. Her smile, plastered across her face, he wished that if he had to forget it all; he'd at least remember the serene bliss of seeing her happy, his woman. "Y/n?" "Mhm?" She replied, turning her head to his direction, the reflection of the scenic view before him reflected in her eyes. A hand found itself cupping her cheek, similarly to the morning he made up his mind, the morning he knew she would be his wife... Only if now she'd let him.

"Darling..." He let out in a soft sigh, pausing for just a minute before continuing. "...I don't even know what to say." He chuckled out, a small, genuine smile spread on plump lips. "I will never be able to fully express to you how much you mean to me, or just what you do to me." The pair slightly backed up from the railing, giving them the space to fully face each other, his other hand finding her other cheek as he moved in. "Schlatt," she grinned, a tinge of cardinal rouge blooming across her visage. "I'm telling the god honest truth when I say that I can't picture my life without you. You're it for me." He gently kissed her forehead, seeing her glowing at his words but still unsure of where this was going...

Until he backed up to bend down, and her eyes completely went wide. He could see her lips part in a slow inhale, starting as an 'o' shape before growing to an ear-to-ear grin that her hand shot up to cover. "Y/n L/n, the woman of my dreams, my pretty girl, my little dumbass..." This was the most confident he'd been all night, and seeing her so visibly happy made everything worth it. Every late night of preparation, ranting to friends and money spent; it was all worth it. "...would you..." Reaching into his pocket and pulling out the box, he flipped it open and presented it to her as she shrieked at the sight. The most breathtaking ring she'd ever seen, and knowing it was handpicked by Schlatt himself made it even more special. "...do me the honours of becoming my Mrs. Y/n Schlatt?"

She froze, before tears spilled as she nodded enthusiastically, unable to form the word 'yes' just from how overwhelmingly happy she was. The grin upon her now fiancé's lips grew tenfold, as he stood and took hold of her left hand to slip the ring upon her ring finger. She rubbed away the tears, steadying her breath as she calmed herself. "There would be nothing else in this world I'd ever want." He was quick to snake his arms around her waist, lips firmly planted upon hers for the first time as husband and wife to-be.

Once pulled away, only then had it hit her that all his stressing out and odd behaviour was because of her. "Oh my god, looking back I guess I was a little oblivious huh? I'm sorry I made you stress out so much." A lighthearted scoff escaped his throat, "you? I was stressing myself out sweetheart. It doesn't even matter anymore, you're worth all the stress in the world. I love you so damn much, Mrs. Schlatt."

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rosemary-morgan · 1 year

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Male Eivor X F.Reader - The love of the wolf-kissed

(Pictures are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google - Collage made by myself)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

Hello, lovley bees 🐝🌺 A whole new fandom. I’m in love with Assassin’s Creed Vallhalla and with Eivor. I hope you’ll enjoy it. It’s just pure smut

Summary: After his long journey, your husband Eivor finally returns to you. He longs for your warm body and your sensual kisses...

Warning: 18+, NSFW, unprotected sex

The love of the wolf-kissed

Proud and with his head raised, Eivor returned to Ravensthorpe. He and his warriors returned with great loot and the whole colony had reason to celebrate. Resources of raw materials and food kept growing and so Ravensthorpe was able to grow more and more. Here the people lived in harmony with nature and peace reigned among each other. Because as a Jarl, Eivor had very clear ideas about how to treat their neighbors. He was a good Jarl. He was kind and always tried to solve conflicts without violence - depending on the gravity of any case. "Eivor! Eivor is back!" The children of the village shouted with joy for the young warrior, already looking forward to the exciting stories of his travels. Many brave mothers and fathers returned to their families in Ravensthorpe, embracing their wives, husbands, and children. Eivor cared for each and every one of his warriors and made sure they returned home. Seeing the joy on the faces of their families was very satisfying for the young Jarl. He had also found his place in the lap of a beautiful woman. A woman who must have been sent by Odin and Freya, for he was blessed with her. She was loving, patient and full of life. She enjoyed each new day and one day, she would become a wonderful mother. Eivor often wondered if it was time to become a father. Lately, they often talked about it, but when would be the right time? "Eivor!" And there she was. The woman who provided support and happiness to his wild and turbulent life. The one who filled his life with joy and loved him for who he was. "Y/N!" Eivor's voice sounded soothingly in her ears and full of joy, she ran towards her husband. He immediately closed her in his arms, spinning with her and they shared a long, deep kiss. Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, Y/N pressed herself against the warm body of this man and would prefer not to let him go at all. They had been apart for three long weeks and now she wanted her husband all to herself. "Finally you are with me again, my love." Eivor smiled lovingly at her, leaning his forehead against hers as he stroked through her silky, long hair. "I missed you, Y/N." Eivor wanted nothing more than to throw his wife over his shoulder and carry her off straight to his bed-chamber. Her scent, the taste of her lips, the sweet sound of her voice, all of it, seduced the young man and made the blood in his veins boil with desire. Without warning, he put his arm around her shoulder and buried his face in the crook of her neck, making the young woman laugh. "Eivor!" He bit her neck playfully before running his tongue over the spot, making Y/N even happier. "You know what I'd love to do with you right now, wife?" "Eivor! You stink and you're covered in dirt! You're not getting in my bed until you're washed!" They both laughed before they put their foreheads to each other again, giving one and another the affection they felt for each other. "Whatever my wife says."

"Oh, Eivor. You're not going anywhere for the next week!" Y/N wouldn't let her husband move anywhere again so quickly, because every time he was gone she didn't know if he would ever come back to her. She knew what dangers lurked out there, and even for an experienced fighter like Eivor, he wasn't immortal. "Come, my Jarl!" Y/N pulled him along and Eivor willingly followed her...

♦♦♦♦

With soft steps, Y/N approached her husband, attracting his attention. A sensual smile appeared on his lips when Y/N came out from behind the room divider. She stood in her white, almost transparent nightgown, and Eivor was quite taken with the sight of her. She was beautiful and desirable. He took a deep breath, his pupils widened, and he didn't take his eyes off her for a moment as she approached the tub. "Can't wait to have me in your bed?" Y/N knelt behind him, gazing at his strong shoulders and looking at his skin shimmering in the warm candlelight. Gently she placed her hands on his shoulders and Eivor took in her feminine scent as she leaned towards his ear. A delicate scent of roses caressed his nose. "This is taking me too long, Eivor," she whispered sensually, her hot breath tickling his ear. Momentarily he purred deeply and sensually and Y/N did not miss his lustful sighs. "You're too impatient, Y/N." Y/N let her hands slide down from his shoulders to caress her husband's strong, tattooed chest. Pleasurably, the young warrior closed his eyes and enjoyed each and every touch of his wife, for he had had to do without her for far too long. He was a faithful husband to her, for he loved her with all his soul, and thus other women were completely uninteresting to the young Jarl. On his long journeys, he suffered without Y/N by his side, but the joy was all the greater when he was able to return to her. "Eivor..." Y/N fingers dipped into the water and she caught it with her hands to let it fall over his broad shoulders. This she did a few times until she finally pulled back and stood in front of him. His eyes darkened with lust as he watched her undress with a sensual smile. "Mmm..." She stood in front of the tub, in the warm light of the candlelight. Slowly, she let the straps slide over her shoulders until the silk finally slid down her feminine body and she presented herself to him in all her beauty. His steel blue eyes slid up and down her body, admiring her as she approached the tub. Eivor held his hand out to her, helping her climb into the water, and he took the opportunity to pull her to him. "You truly know how to awaken a man's desires, Y/N." He whispered her name, looking at the lovely face of the young woman. She wanted him, he could tell by the look in her eyes, and instantly, his hands were on her hips, pressing her against him. Her fingers dug gently into his shoulders and she could feel his hard cock between her thighs. Her full lips touched his and his warm breath brushed over her sensitive skin as he whispered how much he desired her. "I want you," he breathed in a quivering voice that proved his arousal even more. At his sensual voice, Y/N's body responded and immediately she felt that delicious tingling in her pussy. "Show me how much you want me, Eivor." Gently she let her hand slide through his blond hair, moistening it with water, and the warrior tenderly kissed her lips. Returning the kiss, she moved her hand back under the water and grasped the velvety shaft of the man she desired. A lustful sigh escaped his lips as her hand grabbed his cock, stroking him. He opened his eyes and looked directly into her eyes, as her tongue slid over his lips. He reached for her breast and ran his thumb over her rosy nipple, which immediately hardened to his touch. She moaned with pleasure, closing her eyes while gripping his penis a little tighter with her hand so that a deep moan escaped him as well. Eivor reached into her silky hair as he kissed her hungrily, reaching for her delicate hand to pull it from his throbbing cock.

Eivor was not an impatient man, but at the moment his desire for her was unbearable. He applied gentle pressure on her wrist, indicating his impatience. But Eivor would wait for her approval before thrusting his cock inside her. And when she nodded at him, he let go of her wrist and reached for his throbbing, hard cock, guided it to her soft labia. Y/N's fingers gripped his long hair as she felt him gently grab her hip and slowly slide into her. The sweet pain after a long time without her lover, made her gasp in agony at first, but she quickly got used to the size of his cock and she moaned in pleasure. Eivor gave her time to get used to him and it wasn't long before Y/N began to move on him. Slowly and sensually, for they had all the time in the world. Nothing and no one would be able to take this moment away from them. Full of desire, Eivor looked up at his beloved one, admiring her delicate skin that shimmered wetly. His hands grasped her firm buttocks, pressing her firmly onto his lap. "Oh, Eivor..." She clawed at his hair as she rode him faster and harder, and quickly they both realized that they wanted more! That this night has to be wild and unbridled! A few fantasies popped into the young warrior's head that he wanted to act out with Y/N. With a grip on her neck, Eivor pulled her to his lips and kissed her hungrily. "I want to fuck you in any and every way thinkable, Y/N!" His voice was just dripping with lust and it made Y/N shiver. "Then what are you waiting for, my love? That was exactly what Eivor wanted to hear and in the very next moment, Y/N pulled away from him, got out of the tub, and waited for the Jarl to follow her. After Eivor got out of the tub, he lifted her up in his strong arms and brought her to bed, placing her gently into the soft sheets. "You’re so beautiful," he said and bent over her, looking into her eyes "Kiss me, Eivor." She asked and he instantly complied with this wish. The hot touch of his fingers on her naked flesh aroused her deeply and she clung to him, enjoying the taste of his lips and tongue, the masculine scent of him. "I want to kiss you all over. Taste you." His deep voice was filled with lust. His hands covered her tits and pressed them together. One by one, he enclosed the swelling nipples with his lips, sucking on it greedily and with pleasure. Eivor bit her very gently, making her cry out in delight as her wet pussy finally wanted to take his thick cock deep inside her again. Eivor continued his sweet torment, covering her soft skin with tender bites, and Y/N squirmed helplessly under him, desperately craving him. "You're just as greedy as I am, Y/N. Aren't you?" His finger slid down the inside of her thigh, traveled up to her wet slit, and slid first one and then a second finger into her tight opening. He gently pushed his fingers inside her while his thumb began rubbing her throbbing clit in small circles. "You are mine," he whispered against her lips as he watched her joyfully moaning beneath him. Eivor fucked her until she moaned loudly and her climax shot through her body. "Good girl." He loved to see her happy. It excited him deeply when he knew he could satisfy his wife and give her what she demanded. Y/N's sweet cunt was still throbbing as he slowly withdrew his fingers from her and replaced them with his long, hard manhood. She willingly took him deep inside her, reaching up to squeeze his strong, tight buttocks. Gently, Eivor lifted his fingers to her lips, offering her a taste of her own honey before licking it off himself with a naughty grin. Eivor began to move inside her. In and out, slowly at first, then deeper and deeper, before pulling back to start again. Their bodies were in complete harmony...

The room was filled with her scent, the lustful sighs and the sound of wet skin colliding again and again. The sound of his bulging testicles slapping against her wet pussy again and again, testifying to how wet she was for her husband. And he took her every way he could that night. Satisfying their hunger until they lay exhausted in the soft sheets at the first rays of the early morning sun. Their bodies shimmered with sweat, their heartbeats seemed slow to calm. Y/N was full of his seed, her body littered with his hungry kisses. Their fingers intertwined, as they both looked at each other, their eyes testifying to the love they felt for each other.

“I love you, Y/N...”

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