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I'm still slightly exasperated that your Eivor stories got me to get up off my ass and get ACV ahead of schedule, LOL. So this prompt is a little greedy because it's for Deimos, Alexios, Brasidas, AND Eivor. Not all together, though (... although I wouldn't complain... AHEM)! But! What about a scenario where the reader has been teasing [man] ALL. DAY. (intentionally or not!) Where said man has been unable to properly respond all day (but boy, are they reacting) until... later? :D

mwahaha that was my evil plan all along. and I understand, for I too am a greedy gal. hope you like these! 

all headcanons are with a fem!Reader.

Alexios:

Alexios doesn’t have many reservations about things in life, but one thing he won’t do is have his way with you in the middle of the day with the whole crew watching —no matter how badly you tease him. He’s not the most patient man in Hellas, but he’ll wait until the sun goes down and either the Adrestia docks or the crew retires below deck for the night. 

He knows what you’re up to when you give him the look™ —like you’d be more than happy to drop to your knees and suck him off with everyone or no one watching. One of the worst things you do is stand between him and the railing on the helm of the ship and press your bum back into his groin —you’ve never seen his knuckles go white so quick or his breathing change so fast. Other times, you don’t even know what you’re doing to affect him, but there are times when you look a certain way while staring at the horizon or braiding your hair that drives him mad. 

Alexios tries to repay you in kind by taking things slowly and teasing you to the point of begging, but it rarely gets that far before he can’t stand it any longer. He’s not known for his patience and being at your mercy for the entire day is too much for him to take. He has his way with you as night falls. Relishing in your soft moans and whimpers, and the sound of his name as a prayer on your lips. Expect to hear him laugh as he lies next to you, saying how much he adores you and how easily you can drive him mad. 

Deimos:

Teasing Deimos is like playing with fire —you don’t do it often because it leads to getting burned one way or another. He’s not one to typically let you get away with doing it for long, either. The worst time to try to tease him is when he’s come back from battle or a long assignment, he’s rarely in the mood for anything but a bath and some sleep. When you have to attend symposiums with him, though? That is the best time to get a rise out of Deimos.

The dresses the Cult gives you to wear are a taunt in themselves —flowing and diaphanous, barely concealing what lies beneath. Deimos is just as likely to bed you as he is to help you get ready for the evening symposium. When the evening social starts, you know what you’re doing, and so does Deimos —posing as his escort, you never stray too far. You start with lingering touches on his arm and chest where his chiton dips lower, but then grow bolder as the night drones on. Like a hand resting on his thigh when you both take to a corner to watch the symposiasts —lips brushing his cheek and the sensitive spot where his jaw and neck meet —or half sitting on his lap. You can start to see him unravel —one of the strongest men in Hellas at your mercy. 

But when Deimos gets you alone for the night, he ensures neither of you will be sleeping anytime soon. Your dress? In shreds. Thighs? Spread. Deimos? He’s either feasting on your essence or rutting into you with wild abandon. It’s the best kind of punishment. Deimos will tell you not to do it again, but you never listen.  

Brasidas:

Brasidas prides himself on being levelheaded —a trait uncommon in many Spartans— but by the gods, sometimes you push him to the verge of madness, even unwittingly. Everyone has a breaking point, and his is when you tease him at the worst times. You don’t want him to attend a meeting with the other polemarchs and generals? A perfect opening to bat your eyes and pull him in for a heated kiss that makes him contemplate setting duty aside for just one afternoon. 

You like to exchange daring looks and touches that get his blood going, but the thing Brasidas thinks to be the biggest tease of all is watching you take a bite of a fresh apricot on a summer day. Sweat shining on your skin from helping him tend the fields and orchard of the farmstead, hair mussed from the previous night’s sleep and working in the sun, and then the way you smile and moan a little biting into the fresh-picked fruit —the juice dripping down your chin. Brasidas is half-tempted to take you then and there. 

After you’ve driven him sufficiently mad all day, Brasidas is eager to have you —gone is the levelheaded and patient Spartan general you married. He stumbles, carrying you off to bed, more often than naught by the time he lays you back on the pallet of pillows and linens, you’re both laughing softly between heated kisses. Even if Brasidas is impatient, he’s still tender and attentive —leaving the both of you satisfied whilst you hold one another and drift off to sleep. 

Eivor:

Sometimes you wake up in a mood. Those days always turn out to be the worst possible timing for Eivor because it always coincides with days when he’s set to leave for a short trip or hunt, has meetings to attend with allies and scouts, or festivities and events to officiate. You both know he must tend to his duties as Jarl, even if he’d like for nothing more than to be able to keep you in bed all day and listen to you sing his name.  

Even if the timing isn’t opportune, it doesn’t stop you from making eyes at every opportunity or let even the shortest of kisses start to turn into something more before pulling away. The lust-darkened glint in your eyes sends him reeling. It doesn’t help when you start with lingering touches either. It’s the hand on his shoulder or chest with an impish smile or the hand you rest on his thigh under the table during a meeting or feast that sets his blood ablaze. 

Once Eivor has you alone for the night, you know you’re in for it. He reprimands you for putting him in potentially compromising situations —having a hard cock during meetings tends to make his temper short. Eivor takes his time, and nothing you do or say can make him change his course, but you won’t complain about that —any night when your husband is in the same bed is a good night, no matter the leading events. 

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