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lovingclare · 2 days ago

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Sihtric x you (f) nsfw/relationship alphabet:

note: after the sfw/relationship alphabet request I decided to make a nsfw/relationship alphabet!

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A = Aftercare

Sihtric's a real softy

always makes sure you're both cleaned up

only wants cuddles afterwards

keeps you close to his chest

will ask several times if it was good for you too

will give you soft kisses wherever he can reach

always gently rubbing your legs when you're feeling sore

B = Body part

Sihtric loves your legs (will always kiss them all over)

he loves feeling your hands in his hair

you're obsessed with his arms

and he knows it (will flex a little extra for his lady)

He also loves biting your neck ??

C = Cum

preferably inside you

which you don't mind

except that you don't want 500 babies (he does)

so sometimes he has to settle for your mouth

which you both don't mind either

D = Dirty secret

you would both love a threesome with Sigtryggr

damn

E = Experience

oh, Sihtric knows what to do

you were surprised by his experience the first time

however, doing the thing with a lady who is not a whore was a little different for him

so he was a little reserved at first

but mans became a whole beast in bed soon enough when he understood there was no limit to touching you

F = Favorite position

on his playful and cheeky days he likes to have you bent over (a table, the bed, anywhere)

but always wants to face you when you cum

you prefer to be on top (easier to control him)

and he loves it when you're on top

but if you become too cheeky for his liking, you will be under him within the blink of an eye (he's fast and strong like that)

G = Goofy

there's always time for a chuckle with Sihtric, even during sex

but usually you are both just really in the moment

there is always lot of teasing going on

you love to play hard to get

you love his mischievous smile

H = Hair

body hair???????

everything is well taken care of, no complaints

you cannot expect a man who changes his hairstyle every sunrise to not keep up with the rest of his body

come on now

I = Intimacy

Sihtric just wants you close

he will make sure you feel loved

and safe. He will never cross your boundaries even when he's rough and struggles to control himself

he prefers to make out passionately before and after

makes sure you finish too, no matter what

J = Jack off

Sihtric? he would never

he does it whenever he can

he's away from home a lot and he's a horny guy okay?

you like watching him do it (when he's home again!)

you enjoy jacking him off too (and he does too)

K = Kink

Sihtric loves dirty talk

the words that have gotten out of that man's mouth are illegal in at least 18 villages

he loves to be dominant and submissive

Sihtric knows you have a praise kink and will use it every time

but Sihtric also has the biggest praise kink ever, even if he won't admit it

L = Location

literally anywhere

you prefer the bed

or the table

but Sihtric does not care

M = Motivation

Sihtric is so easy to turn on

the sight of you is enough for him actually

but tug his hair and it's on

biting his lip is also another way

kiss his neck and you know you got trouble coming your way

N = No

Sihtric shuts down when he thinks something is not pleasing you (praise kink, hello)

you will never degrade him, ever.

Sihtric will not have his wrists tied with rope. He enjoys it when you use soft fabrics that will not bruise his skin, and your love making is always passionate and gentle when his hands are tied.

he loves it when you slap his face in the heat of the moment, but you know to never do it when he is tied up.

he loves to spank you, but will never spank anything other than your ass.

O = Oral

Oh he loves oral

Giving and receiving

and he's so fucking good at giving like??

and judging on the filthy things he says when he receives you, he thinks you're just as good

P = Pace

it depends on the mood

he loves being fast and rough usually (and you love that beast of a man)

but he always switches it up at some point

if he had a rough time or simply needs some loving he likes it slow and sensual

which feels so good too. Passionate Sihtric is a whole different man.

Q = Quickie

Yes

Whenever he can during the day

'Baby, please?' - Sihtric, every morning before you get out of bed

'Just 5 minutes, my love?' - Sihtric, every time before you leave for work

'I'll be quick, I promise.' - Sihtric, every day before you make dinner

R = Risk

he likes to experiment with you

he loves the risk of being caught tbh

S = Stamina

3 times a day is not uncommon

but that usually happens the first few days when he came back home after a long time away

Sihtric can last quite long but really struggles to control himself

it all depends on how eager he is

T = Toys

not really

but he does like to use his belt to spank you

other than that not much else going on

U = Unfair

you are equal at teasing

you both simply tease until the other begs

but Sihtric gives in to your begging easier than you give in to him

you love to see him struggle

the longer you tease him, the dirtier and heated his words become

V = Volume

Sihtric is very vocal

he murmurs at every touch and kiss

his moans, groans and grunts are always low, deep and heavy

and it's really hot

he loves it when he makes you scream

which happens a lot too tbh

W = Wild card

loves it when you pull his hair

he loves to touch you up in public (but secretly, so you have to maintain a straight face)

X = X-ray

You have nothing to complain about when it comes to his size

Y = Yearning

his sex drive just never ends???

always horny

always ready

'Can you handle me for another round?' - Sihtric, every day.

Z = Zzz

Sihtric falls asleep rather easily afterwards

but not before he has cuddled with you

or before he said that he loves you like 10 times

and has smothered you with kisses

did he already that say he loves you? He'll say it again before he drifts off, just to be sure.

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lovingclare · 2 days ago

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Based on a prompt from @urfriendlywriter:

a very silent night and they're back from home, utterly spent and tired and beeline straight for you. pulling u closer by ur waist and resting their forehead against yours as they barely whisper, "love me, [name]."

Summary : Reader & Sihtric have very similar personalities, both strong & independent. Sihtric, a man of few words, shows reader how he feels after returning home from a long war.

Word count: 1.6k

Fluff / Smut, 18+

You had been alone for so long, surviving most of your life in solitude, apart from everyone you knew and loved. You learned how to fight, and how to take care of yourself, but you yearned for someone to hold you at night, someone to comfort and care for you when you no longer had the strength.

You found that person in Sihtric. After you had reunited with your brother Uhtred, you had found a man that treated you like a queen, while admiring your strength and agility as a warrior. He knew how fiercely independent you were, and admired how you could handle any situation life threw at you. Being so strong all the time was a tiring task. Sometimes, you just wanted to let your guard down and be vulnerable; but you rarely had that opportunity, until you met him.

He was a loyal man in Uhtred’s service, one of his closest friends and one of his greatest assets in battle. Like you, Sihtric had a rough childhood; often fending for himself, enduring pain and isolation, and rarely on the receiving end of a gentle touch or caring embrace. This had moulded him into a fierce warrior, but also had hardened him and shielded his softer side from the world. Sihtric had no remaining family and had forged a bond with Uhtred and his men over the years. He had created a family of his own in these warriors, men he could confide in and trust. But he longed for someone to share his life with, and to warm his coldest nights.

The night you met, you both felt the spark, and were inexplicably drawn to one another. There was a pull, a tug from one heart to the other that guided Sihtric across the room to you.

Sihtric’s mismatched eyes stared directly into your soul, and you could tell that beneath the rough exterior lay a sensitive person, in search of comfort, as you were. You felt like you had known him all your life. He immediately felt at ease in your presence and felt a sense of peace when he was around you. Your warmth and kind nature broke through your toughened exterior, and he could tell your shine had been dulled by years of hardship and loneliness. You spent hours in quiet conversation, though Sihtric much preferred to listen. He divulged all the painful details of his life and felt safe recalling some of the moments that shaped him as a man.

One night together quickly turned into two, which soon turned into several months. You were content, and you finally had someone to call your own. Sihtric had taken his time wooing you, slowly and gradually making you his. He knew that this would be a challenge, for both of you grew up independent and self-reliant. Neither of you could let your guard down easily, or let someone in. But you were more than willing to try.

Uhtred had given the relationship his blessing, and though neither of you were ready for a permanent commitment yet, you both knew you were in love. The words were left unspoken, and soon Sihtric had been called to battle. He struggled with leaving you behind, he was always on edge when you were apart. You calmed the storm inside him, and eased all his worries.

You were asked to stay behind to protect the women & children in the village, a task you were not happy with, but the distraction of duty was better than drowning in your thoughts. You were a capable shieldmaiden and had proven as much on several occasions.

Sihtric was a fierce fighter. He would return unscathed, you were sure of it; but war was never without risks. As capable as you both were, it only took one distraction, one mistake and your worlds would come crashing down. Both of you felt the strain of this distance, and longed to return to each other.

Sihtric went to war with a newfound hunger, a bloodlust he had never felt before; this time he had something to fight for, someone he ached to return home to. He had a purpose in life, and he would make sure he lived to see you become his wife. He swung his axe with zeal, cutting down every enemy in his path and spilling as much blood as necessary. He defended his brothers with every ounce of strength he possessed, and eventually, made his way home to you. Every day seemed longer than the next without you, every night colder without you near. The long road home drained his energy, and all he wanted was to fall into your arms, and listen to the sound of your breath.

Months passed, and you received no word of Uhtred and no word of the man you adored. With every rise and fall of the sun, your heart ached a little more. Your family, your future, both in danger. And you hated that you could not be there to defend them. You were consumed by thoughts of Sihtric; his soft spiralling curls, his rippled torso decorated with remnants of his past, those hands that could hold you forever, calloused and rough, those arms that could wrap around your body and shelter you from harm. Though your fire warmed your bones, your soul grew cold without Sihtric's presence.

You had never felt so connected to another human being, but also so vulnerable. Sihtric had your heart and could so easily break it. Alone, wrapped in furs, you couldn’t help but shed a tear for the man that had captivated you, stolen your heart, and left without a word. Gentle raindrops fell outside, and you drifted off to the patter of rain on the rooftop.

Not long later, in the late hours of the night, a soft rap of knuckles resonated from your door. You awoke with a start, and jumped up quickly wrapping furs around your body to shield from the harsh wind outside. You cracked the door slightly and stared out at a shadowy figure. Before your eyes had time to adjust, you were enveloped by a muscular frame.

Sihtric, utterly spent, leaned into the warmth of your embrace. Moving one hand to your waist, he pulled you closer and rested his forehead against yours. He was safe, he could breathe again. And as he settled into the safety of your arms, you felt a heavy exhale escape from his chest. Every muscle relaxed, and you could feel the tension leave his body.

All Sihtric needed was you, and he could leave the stress of the last few months go. Every battle, and strike of his axe meant nothing if he had lost you, his home. A hoarse whisper escaped his lips, and you could barely hear it over the falling rain. “Love me?” Sihtric said softly, raw emotion threatening to spill over and consume him.

Everything you had ever wanted was in this room. An overwhelming sense of joy rolled over you, and your eyes began to mirror the skies above. Tears fell down your cheeks, staining the furs underneath.

Bringing both hands up to cradle his face, you pulled away just enough to see his misty eyes, heavy and full of longing. Without a sound, you nodded your head and pulled him in for a tender kiss; one which could express the love you could not find the words for.

Sihtric melted into your loving touch, pulling you closer than you thought was physically possible. His calloused hands explored your body, as he lost himself in the kiss; snaking from your waist, down to your hips and over the curves of your upper thighs. The pressure of his hands alone set your body alight, and a warmth radiated from your core. A fire you desperately needed extinguished.

You could feel Sihtric's own want begin to press against your center, providing a delightful friction as you wove your bodies together. The laces of his breeches caught against your dress, rubbing in just the right spot as you moved together. Noticing your breaths increasing, Sihtric hooked his hands under each knee, and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He walked backwards into the hut, towards your crackling fire and pile of plush furs, kneading the soft flesh of your thighs as he held you in place. Eventually sliding you down his muscular torso, Sihtric placed you gently beside the hearth, lowering himself down beside you. His legs faltered, his little energy quickly waning, and he placed his hand on your shoulder for support.

You could see the toll war had taken on his body, though he was fighting to show his love in any way he could. As soon as he had laid beside you, his hands found your thighs once more. Although his movements towards your core were languid and slightly hesitant, Sihtric was determined to pleasure his woman.

His agile fingers delved beneath your thin night dress, inching towards your core. His thick fingers brushed through your slick folds, circling your most sensitive spots. Breathy moans escaped your lips, spurring on Sihtric's gentle ministrations. His deft fingers plunged between your folds, forcing a deep groan from your mouth, but it wasn't enough. You needed to feel him, be utterly surrounded by his body and hold him as close as any person could.

"More....I need more Siht, please" you whined.

He thought he had no more to give, but having you plead for him, beg for more brought about a new spurt of energy.

Ridding himself of his breeches, Sihtric then pulled you into his lap as he sat before the burning embers of the fire. He didn't have the strength to ravage you completely, but he could hold you tightly, and bury himself inside you. He could let you know how much he loved you, through the pain and muscle aches. He could bury himself deep inside, and bring you to the edge before falling over together.

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lovingclare · 2 days ago

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Love is Blind

note: Love is blind dating show, but make it medieval. And accidental.

warnings: angst/fluff. mention of getting locked in a dungeon, death, and battle, happy ending tho!

pairing: Sihtric x fem!reader (no mention of Y/N)

summary: You fell in love with a man's voice when everything seemed lost.

word count: 3,6k

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The dungeon you were held prisoner in was dark and cold at night. During the days the temperature in the gloomy fortress basement was a little more bearable, as the sun warmed the grounds above you while you were hidden from its comforting rays, always living in darkness. Your now dirty dress, which was ripped to shreds at the arms during your arrest, was the only piece of cloth keeping you warm, albeit barely. You were locked away violently several days ago, after you had spoken up against your King and his way of ruling. Your future was uncertain and you were to be imprisoned until a decision had been made on what your punishment would be. You feared death, but even worse you feared to become a pleasure slave to the King or to be kept locked up to rot away slowly. So death was unfortunately the favourable option out of those.

You hadn't seen much of the dungeon when you were shoved in there as it was completely deprived of any natural light at all times, but you had caught a glimpse thanks to the flickering flames of torches held by the guards, and you knew there was at least one other cell next to you. The first day you were convinced that someone was imprisoned next to you, as you heard rustling nearby every now and then, but whenever you called out you received no answer. Even when your eyes had adjusted to the darkness surrounding you it was hard to tell if you were alone, as the rustling continued daily, but huge wooden crates were stacked on top of each other in between the makeshift prison cells, making it impossible to even try and look for the vague figure of a person in the cell next to you.

However, you soon found out you were a lonely prisoner, with your only occasional visitors being a few rats and a couple of mice who would rustle nearby as they came to feast on the few crumbs of old bread you left behind every afternoon, after you were brought some food. Well, brought was not even the right word to describe it, as it would simply be thrown towards you through the thick and rusty bars of steel that made for your enclosure. The guards would always try to hit you, wanting to embarrass you as much as possible, but the place was so dark that they often missed as you hid in the far corner of your cell.

You were treated worse than a dog and you had no idea how you would be able to live through this suffering. The quietness was too loud and the dungeon was too dark. You prayed for a miracle every waking hour. You prayed to have someone there with you, someone to talk to and someone to remind you that you were still human. No matter how horrible it was to wish someone else to be captured and imprisoned too, just knowing you weren't going to die alone in that forsaken place would be a tragic comfort, so you kept praying for some human company.

And surprisingly enough your prayers would soon be answered.

You were rudely awoken by some commotion that sounded from the long and dark corridor that led to the dungeon you were locked in. Male voices, which seemed to argue loudly, came closer rapidly and suddenly you saw the lit torches which were held by guards. There were more guards than usual, you managed to notice in the dim light of the burning flames, and you jumped up. You were terrified yet relieved that your fate had probably been decided, that being the reason why there were so many men present, but you quickly realised it wasn't anything like that. Because instead of hearing your door open, you heard the door of your neighbouring cage slam shut, followed by the sound of someone spitting at the guards and then kicking at the door, rattling the heavy chains that kept it shut.

'Spit on me again, you Dane scum,' the familiar voice of a guard barked, 'and I will kill you.'

'Not if I will kill you first,' a new male voice sounded threateningly, yet calm and confident as he spoke.

You held your breath as the guards left, your eyes were wide in the darkness while you listened to the breathing of the prisoner next to you as it became harder and heavier. You recognised it all too well, for you too had been in a state of panic after you were left on your own once you were locked up in this pit of blackness. You swallowed hard, your slightly parted lips were chapped and dry as you breathed in and out through them as calmly as possible, finding the courage to speak as whoever had just joined you remained silent.

'H-hello?' you carefully said.

Your voice sounded weaker than expected and different than you had remembered. It's strange how fast one can forget their own voice and lose the strength of it, you thought for a split second. But the man next to you stopped breathing abruptly upon hearing your voice, and the dungeon became momentarily as quiet as it had been since you arrived, which pulled you away from your thoughts. For a brief moment you thought you had imagined it all and that there was no one there, so when you finally got a response you nearly jumped out of your skin.

'Who's there?' the man who shared your fate asked.

You managed to stammer your name and told him how long you had been there and why, giving him a brief summary of your most recent life.

'My name is Sihtric,' the man replied calmly, 'I am sorry we seem to share the same destiny, lady. I was caught spying here today,' he sighed, 'it seems I will also be kept here until they decide what to do with me.'

'I am sorry,' you barely whispered.

You fought your tears as you felt overwhelmed with emotions. A part of you felt horrible that this man next to you would face death probably sooner than later, but you were also relieved and somewhat happy that you weren't alone anymore, however selfish that may be.

'Who are you spying for?' you asked, curious to the man who gave you a spark of hope again.

'Lord Uhtred,' Sihtric responded.

You listened carefully while it sounded as if he was making himself comfortable on the cold, straw and sand covered floor.

'Of Bebbanburg?' you then asked.

'Of Bebbanburg,' Sihtric confirmed, his voice sounding a little closer suddenly, 'the lands have been at peace for a while but Uhtred doesn't trust your so-called King. Uhtred is afraid he will not rule by the newly made laws and start another war soon.'

'I have said almost the same thing,' you scoffed, 'and that landed me here.'

'So it is true?' Sihtric asked, his voice hopeful and even somewhat excited, 'he wants to spill blood?'

'I don't know,' you said with a sigh and sat down yourself, leaning against the cold steel bars as you faced the crates that hid your new companion, 'but it is clear that he does not agree with one united country. But what do I care,' you shrugged, 'I don't have much longer anyway. I will soon be dead and forgotten.'

Sihtric was quiet for a moment, and you carefully listened to any sounds that may tell you what he was doing, but it remained completely silent until he spoke again after a few long seconds.

'Your punishment is death, lady?'

'I hope so,' you half laughed, 'I'd rather die than become a slave or just rot away here.'

'I understand that,' the man's warm voice replied, 'that is an honourable way to go. If anything you would die standing for your opinion.'

You softly smiled in the darkened prison, as Sihtric's voice warmed and soothed you in ways which had been simply unthinkable only moments earlier. There was a calmness whenever he spoke which brought you comfort, and hearing the sound of his breathing nearby was enough to make you feel safe, however strange that may be as you had no idea who exactly he was. You then realised you had no idea what he looked like either, and your curiosity began to take over. Because what did this mystery man look like? What hardships and joys had he experienced? You figured Sihtric was the last person you'd ever get to know and talk to, so you wanted to know all about him before it was too late, and you had nothing to lose anyway.

'Are you married?' you blurted out, breaking the long yet comfortable silence.

'Married?' Sihtric asked with a light scoff, then laughed, 'I am not, lady. Why? Do you seek a husband?'

'I might,' you chuckled, suddenly forgetting your doomed reality, 'not many men come by here, so I must try my chances.'

You heard Sihtric laugh softly, and you could tell he moved closer to the wall of crates that kept you hidden from each other. Your heart fluttered when his soft voice sounded closer and clearer than before, as if it embraced you tightly and held you close, that's how it made you feel. His voice was the most beautiful sound you ever had the pleasure of hearing.

'Very well,' Sihtric said, clearly amused as he knew there was nothing else he could do other than play along, 'what makes you think I am a suitable husband?'

'I don't,' you smiled and felt yourself blush, 'that's what I'm trying to figure out. I want to know all about you.'

While the sun began to set and the dungeon started to cool off again, you learned a lot about the man who resided next to you for the time being. Sihtric told you what he looked like, after you asked him, and you tried to paint the picture in your head of a tall and strong man, with dark loose hair and a face with some old battle scars. You tried to imagine the colour of his eyes, which he told you were not both of the same colour. You were desperate to see his smile and to see the tattoos he has that he told you about, but you could only create a version of Sihtric in your head, not knowing if it was even close to what he really looked liked. But it was comforting nevertheless and it brought you joy, as you imagined him as a man you could easily fall in love with.

He also told you about his past and his present, that he is the Lord of Dunholm but still serves Uhtred whenever he can, which is how he ended up next to you. And in return to all he told you, you also opened up to him about your life before you were captured. And you then described the way you looked, and Sihtric was clearly captivated by you as he'd often pleasantly hum while you spoke about yourself.

'I'm wearing a white dress,' you said, 'well, it is not white anymore I'm afraid. And it has been ripped, my arms are bare and my skirt has ripped in places too.'

'Are you not cold?' Sihtric asked, concerned.

'I am okay,' you lied, 'what are you wearing?'

'I, eh, have a cloak,' Sihtric said, feeling guilty for realising he was rather comfortable and warm compared to you, 'and underneath that I am wearing leather and wool tunic.'

'That sounds nice,' you smiled.

You tried to hide the fact you were freezing in your prison after the sun had set hours ago, but your clattering teeth betrayed you. You heard Sihtric move around and he told you to go up to the door of your cell, and you did as he asked while shivering. At first you didn't understand what he was doing, but you then realised he tried to throw and shove something your way. There wasn't much distance between the two prisons, but the darkness made it hard to aim right and a struggle for your hands to find whatever he wanted to give you on the ground once it got within reach.

'What is this?' you asked when you finally got a hold of some heavy cloth and dragged it in through the bars.

'My cloak,' Sihtric answered, 'use it, it will keep you warm.'

His heavy cloak was made of thick and soft fur, and it was still warm when you threw it around your shoulders. Your attempt to fight your tears was futile, as Sihtric reminded you that there were still good men out there, and you needed a moment as you sniffled quietly.

'Thank you,' your voice trembled, 'thank you so much, but will you not be cold?'

'Do not worry about me, lady,' Sihtric said, 'I will be fine.'

You buried yourself underneath his cloak, as it was big enough to wrap all around you and it brought you some much needed warmth. The cloak smelled earthy and a bit like ale and horses, but it was pleasant and you felt all tingly inside as you buried your face in it to inhale Sihtric's lingering scent deeper.

It didn't take long before you dozed off, and only when Sihtric heard you were peacefully asleep did he allow himself to get some rest too.

Surprisingly enough you and Sihtric were left unbothered for several days in a row, with only a guard appearing to provide you both with some food and water to somewhat survive. You couldn't tell day apart from night, but awaiting your verdict was much more bearable with the pleasant company of the man next to you as the hours passed by. You had long fallen in love with his voice already, you thought his jokes were not that great but funny nonetheless, and you couldn't contain your smile whenever you heard him laugh at his own words. Despite the fact that you still didn't know what he really looked like, you felt attracted to him regardless, and it turned out that Sihtric felt the exact same way.

'I wish I could hold you,' he confessed in the darkness, after who knows how many days had passed.

'I wish that too,' you said and smiled sadly as you were wrapped in his cloak again, 'I wish I could see you.'

'I wish I could see you too,' Sihtric whispered, 'I want to hold you in my arms and kiss you. I…,' he hesitated, 'I know it makes no sense, but I think I'm in love with you.'

You swallowed hard after hearing those words, overwhelmed with both happiness and surprise to find out he felt just the same as you did.

'I think I'm in love with you too, Sihtric.'

You could tell he smiled, by the way he hummed softly and breathed out in relief, you had already learned to tell apart some of his manners by ear.

'I promise I will get you out of here,' he suddenly said, 'I know Uhtred has men looking for me since I never returned, it's just not easy to get in here and get out again at the same time. It will take time, but I promise I will get you out of here.'

'I have time,' you chuckled, but then felt your heart drop, 'until the guards will come and get me.'

'No,' Sihtric said, 'I won't let that happen. I won't let them take you from me.'

You smiled sadly, knowing Sihtric meant every word while also knowing he couldn't possibly protect you if the guards decided to come for you.

'You are too kind,' you whispered, 'I hope I am fortunate enough to see you before my end.'

'You will see me,' his tone determined, 'you will see me and we will get married. I will marry you if you allow me to.'

'Marry me?' you laughed softly, 'I would love that, but you have no idea what I look like.'

'I don't care,' Sihtric scoffed, 'I love you for you, and I am sure you are just as beautiful as I imagine you to be, if not more.'

'Oh, Sihtric,' you sniffled, 'I could only ever dream of finding a man like you. A man who makes me feel safe even in the worst of times. And how horrible it is that I have found you, and yet I have no way of being with you eventhough you are so close,' you said as you reached out for him in the dark.

'You will be with me,' Sihtric said and his voice broke, 'we will be together, you hear me? We will-'

Sihtric was cut off when a horde of guards with torches suddenly stormed down the corridor and into the dungeon. What followed was a mixture of men shouting in the faintly lit room, chains rattling and a lock turning, followed by the sound of a heavy steel door opening and rapid footsteps. You were suddenly yanked up by your arms and you yelped, causing Sihtric to shout at the top of his lungs while kicking and slamming against the locked door of his own cell. Your heart broke as he shouted your name, promising he would come for you somehow, but you only fully broke after hearing him shout after you how much he loved you. And that was the last thing you heard before you were dragged onto a wooden platform in the middle of your town's square. You were blinded by the sun and couldn't open your eyes for how bright and painful it was, but you knew you were about to be beheaded when your feet were kicked out underneath you, your neck pressed down onto a wooden frame and your wrists tied behind you back with some rope.

You kept your eyes closed as you awaited eternal darkness, and for a moment you weren't sure what was louder; the sound of your beating heart before it was about to stop, or the sudden stampede all around you as people began to scream in panic and hooves stomped through the town. You looked through your squinted eyelids, your lashes blurring most of your view but showing you enough to realise your town was under attack by none other than Uhtred of Bebbanburg and his men. A blonde monk, who you later would learn was named Osferth, released your wrists from the painful rope you were tied with and he grabbed your shoulders once you started to mumble.

'S-Sihtric,' you stammered.

'Sihtric?' the monk asked, 'where is he? Do you know where he is?'

You lifted your heavy arm to point a trembling finger towards the castle, 'Dungeon,' you said, 'I… I have to go back for him.'

The monk refused to take you with him down the dark corridor, and so you sheltered yourself underneath Sihtric's cloak as you waited just outside the castle, at a safe distance from the brutal battle that went on around you. Your eyes slowly adjusted to the natural light again and you began to see more of the horrors that had unfolded just before you were to be killed, but you also noticed that most people slaughtered where guards of the King, and you then found your King at sword point of the Lord Uhtred, who gave him two options; death, or rule by the laws of King Aethelstan. You didn't know which option your King would choose, and you didn't care much either, because you knew that once you would be reunited with Sihtric you would leave town with him, to Dunholm, and you would marry him and become the Lady of Dunholm, as he had promised. But you still had no idea what exactly Sihtric looked like, all you knew was that you were destined to be together.

You waited anxiously when suddenly the monk appeared again as he stepped out of the castle's corridor, alone, and your heart sank.

'Sihtric?' you asked as you jumped up, his cloak still wrapped around you to cover your torn and dirty dress, 'where… where is my Sihtric?'

'Here,' Sihtric's voice sounded from the darkened hallway and he then appeared.

It was as if the world underneath you disappeared and you floated around like a feather upon seeing him. Sure, quite a few long days and nights locked away in a dungeon made everyone look rough, but nowhere did it hide the fact that Sihtric was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. And Sihtric felt the same about you, finally seeing you after his eyes had adjusted to the daylight and not believing the beauty he was witnessing as you stood before him.

You were both breathless and nailed to the ground, until you finally leaped into his strong arms and crashed into the kiss you had both yearned for ever since you started talking. You felt warm and safe in his embrace, even when the cloak fell off your shoulders as you kissed him and brought your hands up to rake through his long and messy hair. Sihtric made sure to keep you warm and your torn dress from falling further apart as he held you tightly against his chest, kissing you until his lungs burned for air and Uhtred commanded his men to leave the town, after an agreement was made with the King. And as Sihtric was too busy kissing you and roaming his hands all over you while being completely smitten, Finan had already found and brought him his horse back so you could both get on it and leave.

And you were to start a whole new life together, in which you were getting married and would live happily ever after, and neither of you would ever be able to tear your eyes off each other.

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lovingclare · 2 days ago

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How Men Are After Battle

ship: Sihtric x Reader type: smut word count: 1,5k warnings: explicit description, p in v, unprotected sex summary: Sihtric finally returns home from battle, it has been months since he last saw you

"I am going to see my wife!" Sihtric tells Finan, some flowers in his hand. "I still love her so much."

He jogs away, a grin spreading all over his face. He is craving you so much, your touch, your skin against his. He hasn't seen you in months, and he just needs you, needs his beautiful wife.

Without knocking the Dane dashes into your shared home. He bumps against your kitchen table, blazing to your shared bedroom as you are no where out here and probably must be there. How fortunate, the thinks.

You shriek at the sudden appearance of your husband, not having expected him already. He startled you and yet your heart is thrumming so vividly for a whole different reason.

Your heart skips a beat, then another and a relieved breath whooshes out of you when you see your slightly dirty and bloody husband, a beautiful grin on his lips, flowers in his hand.

"Wife," he says in a way of greeting.

You turn to him fully and in the next moment you are running, jumping into his arms. Your lips find his when you arms wrap around his neck. "You are back and that in one piece."

Sihtric kisses you, deep, sensual and with hunger.

You know that his desire is just as acute as your own, that he needs you just as much as you need him. And you need him badly. You have been apart for so long, too long, you just want him, in all ways possible.

"I missed you," you whisper against his lips, hands gliding down his chest. "So much."

"I missed you more," Sihtric says and kisses you again. He places the flowers on the windowsill, not breaking the kiss he presses against your lips.

His lips descend from your lips to your jaw, to your neck. He rubs his nose over your exposed skin, kissing you softly, hands sneaking around you. Sihtric turns you in his hold, letting his hands roam freely. His front is against your back, his erection pressing against your rear.

He lets his fingers slide up your front, cupping your breasts through the fabric, his thumb dragging over the pebbled hardness.

A growl parts his lips, his eyes fluttering shut. He pushes his front against you, fingers already toying with the laces at the front of your dress. Sihtric kisses your shoulder, and inhales your scent, drawing in a deep inhale. "You know how men are after battle."

You lean back against him, smiling sheepishly. "Hungry?"

He groans somewhere deep in his throat, opening the dress fully. Your sleeves slip down your shoulders, soon the whole dress until it pools at your feet. He cups your breasts anew, kneading, and it is then that you release a moan, head lolling back, lips parting.

"I need you," he breathes against your neck.

"I need you," you answer him, your hand moving backwards so you can cup him through his breeches, palm rubbing over the hard ridge of his cock. "I need you in me, husband."

You know he is grinning behind you. Sihtric helps you step out of your dress, you nude body on full display for him.

"I truly have the most beautiful wife." He marvels at your beauty, at your nakedness, his dick straining against his breeches, almost painfully. He is throbbing with the urgent need to finally be inside you, but he hasn't seen you in so long, he will come too soon if he starts fucking you immediately. You deserve to be pleasure for longer, so his own pleasure has to wait.

Albeit, devouring you with his tongue is also for his own pleasure.

Lying down on the bed, you watch as your husband slips out of his shirt, all the corded muscles, the sculpted chest and his tattoos on display for you. Your lips part in silent admiration.

Your grin is radiant when he joins you on the bed, crawling to you over the soft fur, his broad hands shoving your legs apart so he can settle in between them.

His gaze falls to your cunt, dripping with arousal and a wicked grin spreads over his face. The Dane's chest rises and falls with deep inhales, his heated gaze slowly moving up on your body until he meets your eyes. "I love you," he says, and it is the only warning you get. His fingers brush through your curls, thumb immediately finding your clit. He presses down softly, turning his hand so he can drag his middle finger through your folds, eliciting a gasp from you.

It has been so long, too long. He pushes in one finger, retreats and adds a second, slowly preparing you for what is about to come. His tongue.

Your vision is blurry, head feeling dizzy by the time he latches at your entrance, tongue sliding in, driving deep into you. He ravishes you, feasts on you like a starved male — a hungry warrior returned from battle. His broad hands grab your thighs, holding you both down and your hips wide open for him to devour you fully. HIs face presses into your cunt as he eats you out.

Your back arches, bowing of the bed, hips rubbing against your face. Your fingers try to grab the fur beneath you, holding on tightly, as your moans rise in pitch and you find yourself screaming your husbands name, accompanied by curses. One hand lets go of your thigh, he lifts your leg over his shoulder, his hand sliding up your upper body to grab your breast.

The pleasure is too much, flecks of black and white sparking in front of your vision as satisfaction nears in waves. The thumb of his other hand once again returns to your clit and it is the last push you need over the edge, you tumble and fall and keep falling. You feel weightless, your soul leaves you for a moment. You come with a cry of pleasure, nails digging in fur and Sihtric's strong upper arm.

He lets you ride out your high, softly guiding you through it, still dragging his tongue through your folds, collecting every last drop of your arousal, kissing you sloppily. Once he lifts his face, wet with…you, he grins.

"Can you give me one more?"

Breathlessly, you find yourself nodding, limps still spasming, feeling numb.

He does not waste a moment to pull down his breeches, his length springing free the moment it is freed.

Your gaze drops to his hard length and your mouth starts to water and you know that the stretch he will cause you will once again be so blissfully painful — not really painful, just on the edge of it.

Sihtric kisses up your body, plastering every part of your exposed skin with tiny pecks while he whispers sweet nothings, I love yous and compliments about how beautiful you are. His damp lips move over your skin, tongue poking up to the taste the salty sweat that has built up. He moans, almost like tasting you is is absolute favourite meal — well, it is.

His hand slides into yours, holding it tightly while he uses his other hand to position the tip of his cock at your entrance. "I was thinking about this moment so many nights."

"Me too," you whispers, smiling. Leaning upwards, you capture his mouth with yours, kissing him softly and he starts to push in. The stretch is there, and you gasp into the kiss, Sihtric does as well.

The kiss deepens, his tongue sweeping over your lower lip and you part your mouth, allowing him entrance. His tongue glides over your gums before brushing yours. He drinks you in, devours you with his body and his mouth, his cock sliding into the hilt.

He retreats slowly before pushing back in. "There was no other while I was gone." No question, a statement.

"Never," you say against his mouth. You kiss him again, lifting your hips to meet each of his thrusts.

"Was there—" "Never. I would never." He squeezes your hands. "No one would feel like you. Nothing feels like you, wife."

You have to smile, your mouth closing over his in another searing kiss. Your bodies meld, come together on top of the furs, falling into a rhythm that leaves you both breathless, and absolutely satisfied.

Everything in him, every restraint is fully unleashed as he pounds into you, pounding you into the bed, making it shaek and groan beneath you two. Damp skin slaps against damp skin, the noises so sinful. Blood rushes in your ears as lust and pleasure fills every fibre of your body. You are whimpering, mewling and moaning beneath him, feeling him all over your body. He is everywhere, his lips, his skin, his heat.

Your husband makes sure you come simultaneously, tipping you over the edge the moment he comes with a low shout, his hot seed spurting against your clenching walls.

Once fully spent the Dane collapses onto your chest, you pull the fur over both you before you wrap your arms around his neck to hold him as close as possible. "Promise me to stay a little longer this time," you say and kiss the side of his head, your hand brushing through his disheveled hair. "A few more days, please."

He kisses your chest, chest heaving with a deep inhale. "I promise."

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lovingclare · 2 days ago

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Ragnarök - Sihtric (smut)

This was written for @whitedarkmoonflower since they won my 15k celebration as a reader! I hope you enjoy this as much as I do, lovie! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading his, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: After a brutal fight Sihtric can’t find his lover in the crowd of knights he fought with, praying to the gods that the female warrior he loved was still alive.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, a bit of angst, but mainly focused on their relationship

Pairing: Sihtric x fem!warrior!reader (1.8k words)

Picture from Pinterest, credit to the original owner

„There the dim dragon will come in flight, the glittering serpent, from Dark Mountains below. Bearing corpses in its feathers, as it soars over the plain, the Dark-Striker. Now she will sink down.“ - Völuspá: The Prophecy, Ragnarök

The battlefield was muddy, blood stuck to Sihtric’s features, arms, and armour. A sight that would leave any person who had never stood on a battlefield frightened, a sight Sihtric was all too used to. The fight had been brutal, no longer held back by rules, laws even knights would follow in battle, no, it had been awfully primal, watching men choke on their blood, swords and axes piercing hearts, stomachs, and lungs.

But even though Sihtric found a sick sense of satisfaction swapping through him whenever he killed an enemy of theirs, he no longer managed to focus on the victory he should be celebrating with his friends and brothers. All Sihtric could focus on was trying to find her amongst the still-breathing soldiers, praying to his gods that she was alive.

Panic began to swap through him as time kept ticking by, without any sight of her, the one his heart called out to, the one that had claimed Sihtric as hers many moons ago. (Y/n), the one he shared his bed with, the female warrior that had stolen Sihtric’s heart the first time their paths had crossed. He had instantly been drawn to her, admiring the fire burning in her eyes, the teasing words rolling off her tongue all too easily, she had been one of them from the first moment on, a warrior others looked up to.

Sihtric didn’t pick up on the call of his name, not caring about the way Finan tried to hold onto him, all too aware of his friend’s panicked state. The Irishman kept murmuring his name, hands covered in mud and blood, just like Sihtric, grasping his leather armour to stop his friend from carelessly stumbling over corpses of once honourable men and their horses.

“Sihtric, look at me.” Finan eventually managed to catch Sihtric’s frantic gaze, allowing the man to catch his breath as his heart raced in his chest, urged on by the fright clinging to him. “What is with you?”

“(Y/n), I can’t find her, I-” a cry wanted to claw through the once so fearless man, not used to being guided by his emotions like he was in that very moment. “Finan, where is she? She can’t be dead.”

“We’ll find her, I am sure she’s also trying to find you.” Finan let go of his friend, turning towards Osfeth with his head tilted towards his right, wordlessly trying to tell the young monk to follow the two. No further word was spoken as they combed through the endless seeming blanket of corpses, flipping some that had a similar build and hair colour like (y/n), praying every single time that it wasn't her.

“What if she was taken? Gods, Finan, I left her alone, I wasn’t there for her.” Neither Osferth nor Finan was used to hearing Sihtric speak words this uneasy, clearly struggling with the fear he was held hostage by. No reply was spoken as Finan focused on something, or rather someone, unable to bite down his smile as he forced Sihtric to look in the same direction.

With a gasp rumbling through Sihtric, he took off running, pressing his sword into Finan’s hands before he left them behind. His body collided with (y/n)’s, pulling her into his chest with a relieved sigh leaving him. Sihtric’s lips kept kissing her forehead, trying to prove to himself that she was alive, held close to his heart, not leaving him any time soon.

“I thought I’d lost you, don’t ever leave me like that again.” His murmured words left (y/n) chuckling, shifting her weight to meet his lips in a bruising kiss. They could taste one another’s emotions, tongues tangled, hearts beating in unison, finally able to breathe through their fear, their pain.

“I am sorry, I don’t know how I got lost in the crowd. I’m alright, I promise.” Her eyes flickered to Finan’s and Osferth’s approaching frames, shooting them a quick smile before she pressed another kiss to Sihtric’s lips, whispering a soft “I’d never leave you like that”.

……

The moon stood high in the dark sky, reflecting in the cold water currently teasing their limbs. Sihtric held (y/n)’s naked frame to his equally bare skin, still shaken up by the way he had looked for her hours ago, unable to let go of his uneasiness.

No words were spoken as they cleaned themselves, removing the reminders of a brutal but successful battle. Another victory men, women, and children would talk about for centuries to come, they were sure of it.

But even though the others had tried to pull the two lovers into their traps, wanting to celebrate their victory with endless pours of ale, neither Sihtric nor (y/n) had been in the mood to spend time with those they loved like their family. Sihtric had pulled (y/n) away from the crowd at the first chance, needing to feel her close with a sober mind and clear thoughts.

“I have never felt more frightened than today, the thought of finding you dead because I wasn’t there to protect you-“ Sihtric choked on his words, having to force his teeth into his lower lip to stop his cries from clawing through him. A facade (y/n) saw through all too easily, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him down for a kiss.

The kiss wasn’t as heated, as forceful as the one they had shared on the battlefield, but it had something equally emotional to it, transmitting their every longing. A soft moan left (y/n) as Sihtric’s strong hands found her behind, pulling her against his hardening cock. She held a special kind of magic over the man, making waves of lust thump through his veins at any given chance, his very own Ragnarök, the chaotic end of his world, and those the gods had crafted for themselves.

“Sihtric,” she mewled his name, movements slowed by the river, needing a few moments till their legs finally found their way around his waist. His cock rubbed against her folds, making both hiss in anticipation, knowing that this night would yet be another one filled with endless orgasms, with their insatiable desire for one another driving them on. “I need you, need to feel you, need to make sure that you’re still here, with me.”

Sihtric forced her into another kiss as he started walking towards the meadow leading up the hill, shielded by the darkness from any drunken men and women that may find their way down to the river. A gasp managed to leave (y/n) as he placed them down, pinning her against the ground with his weight on top of hers, not leaving any space between them.

“You’re mine, my woman, my warrior, till the day I die. I’ll never leave your side again, just the thought of losing you makes me want to end my own life. No day is worth living if I don’t get to share it with you.” The words Sihtric whispered against her swollen lips drew tears to (y/n)’s eyes, staring at her man with love and longing swimming in her pupils, only ripped out of her trance as she felt his calloused fingertips on her pulsing bundle.

Expectedly he circled the soft flesh, finding enjoyment in the sounds she let go of, begging him for more, needing to feel him buried deep inside of her. There was no need for any words, nothing would ever manage to describe what they felt for one another, what they needed to do to give in to their longings.

With his eyes burning through hers, Sihtric aligned his cock with her entrance, slowly pushing into her after he coated himself with her arousal. He took his time, wanting to savour every moment, wanting to hear the gasps leaving his lover as he sank even deeper into her, still having to adjust to the stretch after all these months. And only after (y/n) managed to choke on his name did he allow himself to properly take care of her, set on a ferocious rhythm that made both their hearts race in excitement.

Profanities left Sihtric as he interlaced his hands with hers, pinning them over her head to keep her in place. He needed to control the moment, especially after a day like this, a day where he had gotten a glimpse into a future he wanted to avoid at every cost, needing to change their fate as he still had the power to do so. She was his end and his beginning, a story that had found its beginning in Muspell, the place not even the strongest souls had managed to endure, but no matter the biting heat, he’d walk through it all if it meant getting to love her.

“Look at me, Sihtric.” (Y/n) forced his piercing eyes to focus on her, feeling his thoughts start to wander as the speed of his rough thrusts momentarily began to falter, needing to catch him before he could slip into a realm filled with darkness. “I’m here, with you. Nothing and nobody can ever change that, I’m with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

With her head being lifted from the ground, she kissed him, taking over the control to flip them around, straddling his lap. Both were desperate for their release, needing to feel that blinding sensation they were aching for. Sihtric kept watching her, marvelling at her, admiring her with his hands wandering up her frame, cupping her naked breasts.

The way he pinched her hardened nipples forced her to arch her back, head rolling back to let go of a deep, gritty moan. Sihtric could have come from the sound alone, having to stop himself from giving in as he felt her walls flutter around him. He watched her fuck herself on his twitching cock, sneaking one hand down her frame to rub her bundle.

And with the call of his name, (y/n) came, scratching at his naked chest with the intense feeling racing through her body. Once again she found herself pressed to the ground as Sihtric searched for his high, fucking into her even faster than before. He came with a gasp, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted. A sight so beautiful (y/n) wanted to freeze the passing by moments, forever needing to remember this very second.

“I love you, and nothing will ever change that Sihtric Kjartansson.”

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lovingclare · 2 days ago

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HEARTS OF STEEL, LOVE OF SILK

Fandom: The Last Kingdom Pairing: Sihtric x Reader Settings: Season 5, episode 1 Summary: While you and your children enjoy a peaceful, domestic life in Rumcofa, Sihtric comes up with a pleasant surprise for you. Word Count: 3,9 K Warnings: Fluff, domestic fluff, smut, bad smut, very very bad smut, p in v sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), breeding kink, Daddy Sihtric is a warning itself. A/N: This fic was totally unplanned at first. It came out after a month and half of writing's block. I have planned no outline, no general guidelines, so sorry if you see a messy writing and some rushed parts. This is my first time writing smut, so I apologise if you'll find some horrors inside. This is a birthday present for my beloved @foxyanon . Hope you like it. If you're not, as I told you, you're free to cancel me. A special thanks to @zaldritzosrose , @legitalicat and @sylasthegrim for being a continuous inspiration and helping me with the fic, especially for the last part.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE FOR MY GRAMMAR AND VOCABULARY MISTAKES.

Header & dividers by @zaldritzosrose

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Winter came to Rumcofa in the blink of an eye, even faster than you could have imagined, unlike the village you once called home. However, you would be lying if you said that the cold season brought nothing but atmospheric surroundings. The white, soft snow covered part of the village streets all the way to the wooden dock, the frost clinging to the planks like delicate lace. The trees had been stripped of their leaves, but their bare branches were adorned with pure white, along with some water plants sprouting along the sides of the dock. The harsh temperatures didn't stop the merchants from coming and going as they reached the village by boat, some even staying the night and enjoying the evening bustle of the alehouse, warming their bodies with a hot meal and ale.

You didn't mind walking the streets at this time of year, the hustle and bustle of the village warming the air with a pleasant buzz. But there were days like this when you simply basked in the warmth of your home, a modest but cosy hut that provided a safe nest from the biting cold outside.

Signe, your daughter, was content to sit on your lap, her legs swinging happily and her eyelids half closed as you ran the palm of your hand through her silky hair, your bone comb gently untangling a few pesky knots. A soft hum escaped your lips, a soothing melody accompanied by the crackle of the fire, as your eyes wandered to your two youngest twins, Kare and Kore, playing peacefully on the warm fur on the floor, with a few wooden toys scattered about.

A buzz of voices outside caught your attention, a deep male voice followed by two shrill ones. And as the door of your hut swung open, you recognised the voices of your husband, Sihtric, followed by your first and third sons, Hindr and Ivar, the latter hoisted onto his father's broad shoulder. You saw the twins raise their heads, run to their father and cling to his shirt, tugging at it as Sihtric's free hand roamed over their small heads, playfully ruffling their hair with a wide grin on his face.

Years had passed, and Sihtric had become one of Uhtred's most trusted allies and friends, and a formidable warrior, earning him the nickname, along with Finan and Osferth, of "Uhtred's Pretty Boys". Yet despite his newfound confidence, you could see in his gaze the same shy warrior you had met many years ago in Coccham, on one of your usual stops on your lonely journeys. You were a warrior not bound to any lord, and Sihtric had been sworn under Uhtred's protection some years ago.

You could remember all the stolen glances you shared that night in the alehouse, and how he looked away quickly when he met your eyes, the flush in his cheeks visible in the dim light. It took some time for you to get to know him better, and at first you thought the Dane didn't enjoy your company, for he fled at the first opportunity.

But Sihtric loved you, of course he did. A love so fierce and sincere that it would move even the hardest of the gods. And because he loved you so much, he feared to disappoint you: he was born a bastard, with nothing to give you in return but his skill with the sword. It was not until you joined Uhtred's warriors a few months later that you got to know each other well, and the spark of love exploded like a fire in the middle of the forest. After a short courtship, Sihtric asked his lord for permission to marry you, and he eagerly agreed.

The gods blessed your union with the arrival of your first child, a boy you both named Hindr. Three years later, your union was blessed again with the arrival of Signe, who Sihtric affectionately called "my little princess". While you loved your two children dearly, you both agreed that there was room in your love nest for one more, and a few years later Ivar was born.

Your fourth pregnancy came as a surprise, as neither of you had planned to welcome another child into your family. Sihtric was reluctantly forced to leave his family to follow Uhtred in his attempt to retake Bebbanburg, and while he was busy defending the borders of Mercia, you gave birth alone, bringing two healthy twins into the world. You were reunited after the Siege of Winchester, and after shedding tears of joy for his children, he vowed to be a more present father and husband and make up for lost time.

"Let me come with you, Papa!" was the whining voice of Hindr, tugging at his father's sleeve to get his attention. The Dane lowered Ivar to the ground, and after he both kissed his sons' foreheads, he bent over his firstborn.

"It's still too dangerous for you, Hindr," Sihtric chided in a calm but firm tone, his calloused fingers stroking the child's cheek and chuckling at his son's little pout. "One day you will join me. I promise you." He finished, kissing the top of his head.

Then he rose and approached you and Signe by the fire. As soon as he was in your presence, he bent over you, holding two small flowers in one of his hands.

"One for my little princess," the Dane said softly, placing one of the flowers in his daughter's hand and gently pressing his lips to her forehead, to which Signe responded with a shy, silent nod. "And one for my queen," he added, leaning his face over yours and sealing your lips with a tender and lingering kiss. You closed your eyes, savouring the moment as a pleasant and familiar warmth spread through your chest. It had been a long time since you and Sihtric had shared an act of intimacy, and caring for five children took time away from even a brief kiss.

But the time was up, and soon you were forced to break the kiss and watch as Sihtric hurriedly took his sword. "Are you leaving already?" you asked, a hint of disappointment in your voice. Sihtric looked over at you as he took one of the twins in his arms.

"The Blood Month, my love," the Dane said, content to be surrounded by his wife and children, "Our boy Aethelstan is ready for his first hunt and we will join him.”

You hummed in understanding, your body mechanically combing Signe's hair while your mind was elsewhere. You loved your children, they all had your blood and Sihtric's running through their veins. But you were a warrior before you were a mother, and the time you spent on the battlefield with your husband was a distant memory. But Sihtric seemed to sense your discomfort, and he approached you once more before putting Kore down.

"I swear we will celebrate the next Blood Month together, my love," the Dane reassured you in a soothing voice and gave you a final kiss before saying goodbye to his children one by one. Before leaving the hut, he stroked Hindr's hair once more. "Protect your Mama and siblings while I'm gone, little warrior."

"As if his mother could not protect herself," you scolded playfully, rolling your eyes dramatically. Sihtric replied with a loud chuckle, his eyes sparkling with affection as he crossed the threshold of the door.

"I know you can, my fierce shield maiden," he replied with a grin, closing the door behind him.

You quickened your pace as you reached the alehouse, holding the twin's small hands in yours. Sihtric followed ahead of you, a small axe taken from Hindr sheathed in his leather belt, as he watched his three eldest children run through the building.

The hunt had gone well, except for one unforeseen event that no one had anticipated. Sihtric told you how Aethelstan had been attacked by three men, but had somehow managed to kill one and survive almost unharmed. It was not a boar they had sacrificed, but at least the Blood Month tradition was somehow expected. But it was the unexpected arrival of Eadith that took everyone by surprise: Uhtred and his men knew she had left after the events in Mercia and Winchester, but no one expected her to pay a sudden visit to Rumcofa.

The alehouse was warm, the flickering fire of candles dancing through the tables and casting a cosy glow on the wooden walls. The aroma of ale filled the air, the clatter of mugs and the cheerful chatter and laughter of the men adding to the convivial atmosphere.

With each mug of ale in hand, the whole group stood still and circled around Eadith as she told them the stories of how she had come to Frankia and how she had learned and honed her skills as a healer. As the conversation continued, you could see the surprise in the redhead's eyes when she recognised Aethelstan among the men, and you couldn't blame her.

You remember how King Edward's bastard son was taken under Uhtred's protection and raised among you: the child knew nothing of the dangers of the world, spending his early years in a monastery, his cocoon shielded from the outside world. Most of the time he ended up in your and Sihtric's care, and together with Cynlaef you raised them as your sons, the boys calling your own their little siblings. But now they were grown men, and you looked at them with pride and emotion: you and Sihtric still had your own children to love and cherish, but you would be lying if you said you missed those moments.

"This is Sihtric's wife," Uhtred said to Eadith, pointing to you with the mug in his hands, "and all of her and Sihtric's little pack that populate this town."

"Five children can hardly populate Rumcofa, Uhtred," you replied with a smile, your fingers gently stroking Signe's hair.

"Perhaps the gods will be on our side and bless our union again," Sihtric added, his hand slipping from your shoulder to your flat stomach. It was no secret that you both longed for another child, but you both knew that you were not the young and fresh couple you once were, and your ageing bodies made that dream distant and uncertain.

"Perhaps you should ask your gods for a little nudge," Finan snorted lightly, holding Ingrith by the waist and your son Kare in his arms. In the midst of the laughter, you could see Finan and Sihtric exchanging a knowing look that surprised you, but did not carry much weight.

The conversation continued until sundown, when the sun set, giving way to the moon, and the orange of the sky was replaced by a deep blue dotted with stars.

As you entered your hut, you threw your cloak and boots onto the nearest chair, tossed your hair aside and tried to undo the laces of your dress. Sihtric was the last to enter, closing the door behind him, unbuckling his belt and placing his weapons against the nearest wall.

When you turned to look at him, you noticed that something was wrong: everything was quiet, too quiet for a family with five children. You would expect chaos after a day at the alehouse, your husband running over his children in a playful catch, or just you and Sihtric sitting by the fire playing with them before tucking them into bed. But they were nowhere to be seen.

“Where is our little pack?” you asked with a hint of worry in your voice, frustration rising as you struggled to untie your laces.

"With Finan and Ingrith," Sihtric replied casually, his voice dropping as he approached from behind. Had you listened more closely, you would have heard a bit of hoarseness in his voice. "I asked them to look after our children for the night."

The Dane put his hands on your waist and pulled you gently from behind, pressing your back against his chest. You could feel his hot breath against your skin, his facial hair tingling your skin as he planted soft kisses on the side of your neck.

"I would have preferred to be informed of this idea of yours, Sihtric," you sighed, lifting your head to give him better access to your neck. You felt a shiver run down your spine, a strange but familiar warmth blooming in your lower abdomen: you could not remember the last time Sihtric had made your head spin and your body tremble with pleasure, the sounds of your moans echoing in your head.

“Is it so wrong to surprise you, little wife?” he whispered in your ear.

His teeth slowly grazed the skin of your neck. It was only meant as a tease, a way to have you fully entranced by him. Your words began to come out in broken, stuttered responses as you tried to think of anything coherent.

"Help me undo these laces and you will see how wrong you are," you replied courtly and sharply breathed, feigning offence in that remaining moment of lucidity. But your veil of resoluteness soon fell as you felt his rough hands cross your back, one of his tattooed fingers tracing your spine in a fluid motion. And as you sighed at the sensation of him touching the laces of your dress, a loud gasp escaped your mouth as you heard the muffled sound of a tear, the movement so unexpected that you lost your balance and were forced to place your hands on the table.

"Ah, m-my dress!" you hissed, your eyelids half open at the feel of his mouth kissing and nibbling your exposed skin, from the nape of your neck to your shoulders. "You tore one of your gifts-"

"I will buy you another one," Sihtric cut you off with a low murmur, savouring every inch of you with his mouth, "I will buy you the finest gown in all of Northumbria, if you allow me," the Dane continued, working his way up from your shoulder to your earlobe, nibbling gently, "but you know I will always prefer you without your clothes on."

All hope of maintaining self-control was lost when his hands began to squeeze your breasts as he sank his teeth into your tender flesh. You moaned loudly, your mind clouded with too much pleasure as you pressed against his body: Sihtric let out a low, guttural moan as he felt his throbbing cock pressed against your arse, sinking his teeth deeper into your shoulders.

He had waited too long for this moment, and had he had the chance, he would have stripped you naked and humped you on the kitchen table. But in his eyes you were his queen and goddess, ready to throw away his pleasure to satisfy yours first.

Instead, Sihtric spun you around and sat you on the table while he quickly revealed your breasts, slightly swollen from all the time you had spent carrying and feeding your children. His lips trailed down your throat, his tongue tasting the saltiness of your skin as he finally reached for your breast, his mouth enveloping and sucking gently as he cupped the other one in his hand, teasing your hardening nipple with his fingers. Shrieks and whimpers were your only sounds, accompanied by your soft moans as you rolled your eyes back, your back arching as you surrendered to the pleasure of the moment, the warmth in your abdomen spreading uncontrollably.

You could feel your core pulsing with excitement, a burning sensation that felt like sweet torture to you, loud sighs mixed with your screams as you desperately searched for something to relieve you. The wetness between your legs only increased as you felt one of Sihtric's hands push up your skirt, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh as they reached your warm cunt.

"Already so wet for me, my love?" the Dane asked in a hoarse voice, teasing your core with a few strokes before pushing a finger inside you, the intrusion unexpected but pleasurable at the same time. You almost forgot how thick his fingers were as he stroked inside you, how often he let your body float and how much your legs trembled at his touch.

Babbling and rambling words were the only thing you could say, your rational self temporarily gone. His name, called out like a ritual chant in a breathless voice, was the only word you could manage, your low throaty voice reaching his ears like a distant melody, frustrating him as his cock grew impatient in his breeches. But he knew he would postpone his pleasure for much longer, not before he made you squirm and scream his name loudly until your lungs were empty of air.

"How much I missed this," Sihtric whispered, leaning his head towards you, "how much I missed us."

"Sihtric," you sighed as his lips met yours, the kiss far from the gentle one you had shared in the morning. It was a needy, bruising kiss that told a story of longing touch and pent-up passion, of two souls locking their primary desires for the sake of their family.

Sihtric's tongue parted, the tip finding an entrance into your parted lips. You allowed him to enter your mouth, your tongues meeting in a frenzied dance as you swallowed another loud moan and felt another finger penetrate you. You inadvertently moved your hips towards him, moaning at how perfectly his thick fingers stretched inside you, his wriggles teasing and rubbing your tight walls.

Your husband could feel your hips moving frantically against his hand, your arse slapping against his open palm and your walls tightening against his fingers, a signal that your climax was reaching its breaking point. But he had no intention of letting you finish like that: he needed to remember how you tasted, to savour you and drink you all up.

He gently pushed you back, wanting to lay you down and bury his head in your thighs. But you quickly grabbed his wrist and stopped him, a frustrated moan escaping his lips.

"Not here," you murmured breathlessly, your body still trembling from the pleasure you had just received. For as much as you could not wait to release your own excitement, you would never let him take you on the table.

Sihtric's impatience grew as he scooped you up in his arms, carried you in front of the fire and laid you on the warm furs. Your lips entwined again in hungry and lustful kisses as you both undressed, Sihtric tearing your dress to shreds while you removed his with gentle movements, letting them fall with a soft thud.

You both stood naked by the fire, his lips moving quickly down, tasting and biting your skin from throat to belly, until he spread your legs in desperation, his head trapped between your thighs. His breath was hot against your folds, the heat from his mouth so pleasant and arousing that you would have closed your legs and found some friction had Sihtric not spread them with his hands. He teased your wet core with the tip of his tongue, but the taste of you was so intoxicating that all restraint was lost. First a lick, then his tongue penetrated your folds, devouring you like prey after a day's hunting. Your head began to spin, moans and whimpers escaping your lips as your fingers trailed over his curls, tugging wildly at them, causing the Dane to grunt and moan in return.

You reached your peak quickly, coming on his tongue as he eagerly lapped up your release. Your thighs trembled under his grip, which caused Sihtric to chuckle next to your folds.

“Good girl, such a pretty wife I have,” he said quietly with a kiss to each thigh. “Are you willing to give me one more?”

Before you could even answer, he allowed you to taste yourself on his lips as he positioned himself between your legs, his cock twitching painfully as his own arousal desperately needed to be released. Keeping your legs spread, he spat on his tip and after a few strokes, he positioned himself at your entrance and thrust into you in one swift motion. It took all his willpower not to fuck you at speed: instead he chose a slow approach, his length stretching inside you like a sweet torture. He was slow at first, creating a careful rhythm, knowing how sensitive you were.

“Do not be so gentle now, husband,” you said softly as you leaned up. Your lips ghosted across his chest, then his collarbone, creating a trail of chills as you went. His thrusts faltered a bit as he shuddered with each kiss. “I am not some fragile flower, I can take it.”

Your leg wrapped around his hips, allowing him deeper inside you as you angled your hips up. One hand gripped your thigh, holding your leg tightly around him, while the other braced itself on the furs, holding his weight. A string of curse came out with every thrust, now deeper and harder.

The crackling of the fire could not hide the vocal chaos you two were making, the room filled with your whimpers and moans, Sihtric panting and grunting as he fucked you deep and hard, hissing under his teeth every time you tugged at his curls wildly. One of his hands moved from your hips to your flat stomach, the circling movements gentle in contrast to his rough movements.

“How good would it be to see you round with my pup again,” he whispered with an animalistic growl, never faltering his pace as you both rocked against each other’s hips.

“I would like to, husband” you whined, arching your back and head as he hit a sensitive spot. “But I am afraid my body could not bear another pup inside me,”

Upon hearing your words, Sihtric lowered over you, kissing the contour of your jaw gently, “Never underestimate the workings of the gods, my love,” he whispered with a hoarse voice, “We do not know what-”

A choked moan escaped his throat, grunting against your neck as he quickened the pace once more, his own climax on the verge of the release. The grip on your hips tightened into a bruised vice, your walls clenching around him, eagerly awaiting his release.

"Fuck, please," you let out a sharp breath as you clung to him, your nails digging into his back until they left scratches. Your senses were sharpened by the growing wave of pleasure, leaving you temporarily stunned as you felt your own release coming.

"Come to me, my queen," was the gruff voice of Sihtric you heard, praising you and whispering honeyed words before you both came simultaneously, wetting his cock with your fluids as your walls milked him of all his seed. When he pulled himself out, you both collapsed on the furs, both a terrible mess, but neither of you wanted to leave each other's embrace. You remained entwined for minutes that seemed an eternity, your fingers intertwined as you opened your eyes.

"Sihtric," you called out breathlessly, feeling the Dane's head rise against your neck, "What if the gods do not bless us with another pup?"

Your question made Sihtric smile fondly, his rough hand resting on your cheeks as your lips met in a tender kiss.

"Then I will thank them for giving me a beautiful wife and five loving children to love and cherish with my whole heart."

If you've come this far, thank you so much for reading my fic! Hope you enjoyed it!

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lovingclare · 2 days ago

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Only you

Pairing: Sihtric x reader (female) Authors note: so you filthy heathens - you all voted for the sihtric x wife!reader pwp - so here it is. I had it already half written for my fictober before life got nasty and threw me out of tracks. In my mind it's S3 Sihtric and wife having missed each other after a long time apart but you can imagine him however you want as there are actually no direct references to any time period and no plot either just pure smut. Sorry, not sorry. Warnings: pure SMUT 18+ Word Count: 2,6K Summary: plot? never heard of it. Sihtric and wife!reader just can't get enough of each other, breeding kink to some extent, pwp

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Sihtric runs his hands from your ass up to your bare hips, squeezing them. His large, calloused palms grip your hips with a bruising intensity, his tattooed fingers digging deep into your flesh, leaving red marks in their wake as he guides your movements. His eyes are glazed, pupils blown wide as his ragged breaths escape him—he’s completely consumed by the sight of you, as though nothing in this world could ever be enough to quench his hunger. He loves to watch you riding him.

With your palms pressed against the solid plane of his chest, you bounce rhythmically on his cock, each movement sending ripples of pleasure through his body. Your hair falls in wild strands across your face, half-lidded eyes glazed with desire, lips parted with breathless moans as your breasts bounce before his eyes.

You are so beautiful. Sometimes he still can’t really fathom that you are his. His wife, his woman, his anchor in the chaos, his everything. The pleasure you are giving him right now is beyond anything he could ever express. He moans loudly. “Yes, baby… just like that,” he groans, his voice rough and strained with pleasure.

You lean forward, bracing yourself against his shoulders, your lips finding the tender curve of his neck. You suck lightly on his skin, drawing a shudder from him that makes his hands falter for a moment.

“Sihtric,” you murmur, the sound of it sending a thrill down his spine. His response is immediate—his hips buck upward, driving him deeper into you, and the gasp that escapes your mouth has him smirking faintly through the haze of pleasure.

“You feel so good,” he growls, his eyes locking onto yours. There’s fire in them, a hunger that only you can sate. “So perfect. Mine.”

The words send a rush of heat through you, and you can only nod, too lost in the sensations to form coherent words.

His thoughts are a blur, his mind consumed entirely by you. In this moment, nothing else exists—no worries, no duties, no other needs. There is only you, riding him with the ferocity of a valkyrie, stealing the air from his lungs and wrenching broken moans from his lips.

“By Freya, you’re driving me mad,” he growls, his voice rough and frayed, heavy with the strain of holding himself together as your walls clench tightly around him, drawing him in deeper with every roll of your hips.

His mismatched eyes trail downward, fixating on the place where your bodies are joined. He watches how you move on top of him, the rhythmic sway of your hips, the way his cock disappears into your slick heat as you take him in over and over again, your arousal coating his length – the sight alone threatens to unravel him.

“Gods…” he rasps, his breath hitching, the hunger in his gaze unrestrained. “Keep going,” he murmurs hoarsely, his eyes meeting yours briefly before returning to watch your every movement. “You’re perfect—so perfect.”

The feeling of your tight walls squeezing around his cock draws another ragged moan from his throat, his hands tightening their grip on your hips. You feel like you were made for him, your body crafted to take him, to hold him, to pull him deeper into your molten heat.

He’s close—so agonisingly close—but he fights against the urge. For months, every lonely night away from you had been a torment. Following Uhtred from battle to battle, he had fallen asleep with your image burned behind his closed eyes, your name a silent prayer on his lips, his hand seeking a pale imitation of the release only you could give.

And now, with you finally here, your body wrapped so tightly around him, he aches to make this moment last forever. He wants to memorise every gasp, every shiver, every whispered moan, and draw them out until the stars fade and the sun rises.

A loud whimper escapes your lips as his hands slide from your hips, trailing upward with deliberate slowness. His palms are rough, calloused from swinging his war axe, but the way they cup your breasts feels so gentle. His fingers tease over your sensitive skin, brushing against the hardened peaks before pinching gently, sending jolts of pleasure through your body and another gasp spills from your lips.

Sihtric’s one hand keeps cupping your breast while the other tangles in your hair, drawing your face to his. His lips crash against yours, the kiss wild and heated, his tongue delving into your mouth as if he can’t get enough of you.

You smile through your lust. Your mingled moans and gasps of pleasure fill the room, rising with every shared breath. You can feel he’s close—the hitch in his breathing, the way his muscles tense beneath your fingertips. His control is slipping, his restraint unravelling, and it sends a thrill coursing through you.

Sihtric’s hands slide down to your hips, his grip firm, almost desperate, as he guides you up and down his thick, throbbing length. “By the gods,” he groans, his voice deep and rough with want. “You’re so beautiful… so warm and tight around me. You feel—so good.”

His praise sends a shiver down your spine, and your body responds instinctively, your movements quickening, matching the rhythm he sets. You bite down on your bottom lip, the pleasure almost too much to bear, each drag of his cock inside you drawing out soft, breathless whines that make his eyes darken with desire.

You pick up your pace, hips slamming down against his, taking him deeper, stretching yourself around him. You’ve missed him—missed his touch, his presence, the way his body completes yours. Every dark, lonely night you spent chasing fleeting highs, imagining his hands on your skin, feeling the ache of your empty womb, longing for him to fill you, to claim you fully.

You lean forward, hands gripping harshly at Sihtric’s shoulders as your lips brush against the shell of his ear. You lick teasingly at the lobe, coaxing a low groan from him. You keep moving, savouring the feeling of your husband’s thick cock sliding in and out of you, splitting you open like only he can. You dig your nails into his shoulders, “Give it to me,” you hiss between clenched teeth, your breath hot against his ear. “I want every drop. Fill me up.”

Sihtric’s eyes roll back, your words a trigger that unleashes something primal, untamed inside him. With a guttural groan, his grip tightens on your hips, his hands trembling with raw need as he holds you in place and begins pounding up into your aching cunt from below with a fierce, unstoppable rhythm.

Your mind spins with the sinful pleasure, his cock hitting that swollen, sensitive spot inside you again and again, each thrust more demanding than the last. Your core clenches around him, your body teetering on the edge, the pleasure too intense, too consuming. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, your teeth and lips leaving marks on his sensitive flesh as your whimpers and moans are getting louder and louder the harder and faster your husband fucks you.

You cry out, your voice ragged, as the overwhelming heat courses through you, your body surrendering completely to the climax ripping through you. Your muscles tense, thighs quivering as waves of pleasure crash over you, relentless and consuming. But you don’t stop—your hips continue their rhythm, meeting his every thrust, determined to draw every last ounce of his pleasure, to claim everything he has to give.

Your walls flutter and tighten around Sihtric’s cock, silently begging him to fill you, pulling him deeper and deeper. “Sihtric, please,” you whisper. “Give it to me,” you beg.

Your plea shatters whatever restraint he has left. His cock twitches inside you, and with a hoarse groan, he thrusts up into you, his release surging in hot, endless waves. He spills deep within you, his seed filling you in long, heated spurts that seem to last forever. His breathless moans blend with your own as he empties himself completely, his body trembling beneath yours.

Panting, you collapse against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you, pulling you tightly against this chest.

“Gods, I love you,” he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble, his lips brushing against your hair. “My wife, my goddess,” he groans. “You can’t even imagine how much I’ve missed you.”

A tired but contented smile tugs at your lips. Threading your fingers through his damp hair, you whisper, “I’ve missed you too.” Your voice is low, a tender echo of his confession. But mischief flickers in your eyes as you add, “And don’t think we’re done, Sihtric Kjartansson. Mark my words, you’re not leaving this bed until you’ve put a pup in me.”

His body stills beneath you, your words sinking in like a spark igniting dry tinder. His breath catches, and then, with a low, dangerous growl, he shifts. In one smooth motion, he rolls you onto your back, his strong frame towering over you, every inch of him radiating purpose. His lips crash against yours, the kiss searing and demanding, rekindling the fire in your veins.

“Then we won’t stop,” he whispers against your lips, his voice a gravelly promise that sends a shiver racing down your spine. “Not until you’re mine in every way.”

His hand slides down between your bodies, his fingers slipping through the wet, heated mess of his release mingled with your own. He teases you with a skillful touch, stroking and circling until your body arches against him, trembling with renewed need. You moan into his mouth, your nails digging into his shoulders as his touch brings you closer and closer to the brink once more.

“I’ll fill you again,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear, his voice low and commanding. “Again and again, until you can’t take it anymore. Until you cry tears of pleasure and beg me to stop.”

His hips shift, the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, teasing, testing. His mismatched eyes burn into yours, as he continues, “Until you’re carrying my child. Until there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that you’re mine.”

Your breath catches as he pushes into you once more, slow and deliberate, savouring the way your body stretches to take him. You clutch at him, helpless under the spell of his touch.

His movements are languid, tender, but there's an underlying urgency in the way his eyes never leave yours, as if he's memorising every gasp, every flutter of your lashes, every soft whimper that escapes your lips.

"Sihtric," you breathe, your hands grasping at him, pulling him closer. "Don't stop."

He doesn't. He moves with purpose, his thrusts deep and steady, his lips tracing a path down your neck, across your collarbone, marking you as his own with every press of his mouth against your skin. His hands roam your body, worshipping every inch, every curve, until you're nothing more than a whimpering, gasping mess beneath him.

Sihtric fastens his pace, his hips snapping against yours. “Tell me how much you missed me?” he demands.

“More than anything,” you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper, words trembling as his relentless pace robs you of breath. “I dreamed of you every night, Sihtric. I ached for you.”

“And there was nobody else?” the question slips his lips almost unintentionally, and he regrets it the very same moment. His movements falter, his forehead pressing against yours as a shadow crosses his expression. He wants to take it back, but he can’t. It’s out there. It lingers in the air, heavy with the weight of his fears. Is he enough for you?

All those sleepless nights on the road, lying awake on cold, hard ground, the stars above offering no comfort, the ache in his chest had been constant, gnawing at him with every mile that stretched between you, imagining you sitting by the fire alone, your beautiful face lit by the flickering flames, but your eyes filled with sadness.

There were moments when he couldn't stop his mind from whispering cruel things. What if she’s had enough of waiting? What if she finds someone else—someone who’s there, who can hold her every night and promise her a life he could only dream of giving?

You cup his face in your trembling hands, forcing his eyes to meet yours. “No one else,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “It’s always been you, Sihtric. Only you.”

His voice trembles, words spilling out in a rush, breath hitching. “I was afraid you’d wake up one day and realise I'm not the man you needed. That you’d stop loving me because I wasn’t here for you, because I wasn’t enough.”

You shake your head. “Sihtric,” you whisper, your voice steady despite the tears welling in your eyes. “You’ve always been enough for me. More than enough. Every night I waited, every tear I cried, every time I missed you—it wasn’t because I wanted someone else. It was because I wanted you. Only you.”

Your words drive him wild. A guttural growl escapes his lips as his hands grip your thighs, pulling you even closer, deeper, until it feels like there’s no part of you he hasn’t claimed. His lips crash against yours again and again, devouring your moans, his kisses searing and desperate, as though he’s trying to pour all of his longing, all of his love and gratitude into you.

“You don’t know what that means to me,” he murmurs. “You... you’re everything to me,” he rasps against your lips, his breath hot, his mismatched eyes blazing with raw need. “I want you to remember this, always. How much I’ve missed you, how much I need you.”

“Show me, Sihtric,” you whisper back, your voice fading into soft moans of pleasure. “Show me how much.”

And he does. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word speaks of his love, his devotion, his desperation to be enough for you.

You shudder beneath him, your hands clawing at his back, feeling the ripple of his muscles with every forceful thrust. His name falls from your lips again and again, a mantra, a prayer, as he drives you closer to the edge. His touch is everywhere—his hands gripping, caressing; his lips trailing down your neck, sucking and biting gently to leave his mark; his body pressing into yours with unrelenting force.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly, the words vibrating against your skin. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you manage to choke out. “Always, Sihtric. Only yours.”

The sound he makes is primal, filled with satisfaction and something deeper—something possessive, protective, and utterly devoted. His movements grow erratic, the rhythm faltering as he loses himself in you, his hands clutching at you as though letting go would shatter him.

“Come for me,” he growls, his voice rough, his gaze locked on yours as he drives into you. “Let me feel you.”

Sihtric’s words are your undoing, the command tipping you over the edge. You cry out his name as pleasure crashes through you, your body trembling, clenching around him as waves of ecstasy wash over you.

His own release follows, his body shuddering above you as he spills into you once more with a low, broken moan, burying himself as deep as he can.

Sihtric collapses near you, his breath coming in harsh, uneven gasps. For a while, the two of you lay there, tangled in each other. Your breaths are heavy and mingled, your bodies still thrumming with the echo of your highs.

Finally, Sihtric lifts his head, his lips curving into a lazy, satisfied grin as he gazes down at you. "I think I could get used to this," he says, his voice soft but teasing.

You laugh, breathless and exhausted, but utterly content. "Good," you reply, your fingers brushing against his cheek. "Because you're not going anywhere."

He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, his hand splayed possessively across your belly. "Not until I've given you everything I've promised."

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lovingclare · 2 days ago

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𝐒𝐢𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: some spoilers for the series xx

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ISTP

Hufflepuff

Chaotic Good

Scorpio Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Cancer Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・The most sweetest, most gentle and most loyal husband you could ever imagine.

・Exactly like the ones in the romance novels - you are his world.

・And he would do ANYTHING for you. Sounds cliche but he would literally climb the tallest mountain, ask Uhtred to help him bring down the moon, Sihtric is crazy in love with you. And it doesn't stop after the honeymoon phase.

・Any part of your body that you dislike, Sihtric is the first one to be like "what? I don't get it. You are ... the most glorious person to ever walk on midguard."

・Has cried while alone when he's away from you.

・Not when he's been asked by Uhtred to spy though - he just thinks about you when it's safe to do so (he takes caring for his friends very seriously. He's big on loyalty.)

・Further with the loyalty comment; it's actually hilarious that it was he and Uhtred who set up that ruse in season 3. Sihtric would rather die than actually be that person

・Buys you any and every kind of jewellery; bracelets, rings, earrings, necklaces. If you follow his religion/way of life, then he buys you your own thor's hammer pendant.

・When he places it around your neck, he tugs you forward and leans his head against your forehead.

・Calls you, "sweetheart," "my love," "beautiful/handsome". But also likes to call you cheeky ones too: "troublemaker," "danger."

・Puppy god eyes, puppy dog eyes, PUPPY DOG EYES. He doesn't even know he's doing it. It was practically beaten out of him when he was younger by his father and half-brother.

・But when he realised he was doing it, Sihtric thought, 'I have never felt safe enough to act like this. With anyone.'

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Calm bf (Sihtric) x Hyper gf/bf/non-binary partner (You)

Gives Jewellery (Sihtric) x Tries To Wear Everything Every Day To Make Them Happy (You)

Black Cat (You) x Black Bat (Sihtric)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Enemies to Lovers

You first saw Sihtric when he was living with his wretched father. You never expected to find him tied up under Uhtred's command.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Lady of the Dawn by Peter Gundry

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point.

・When he first gets back from being away from you, he's hungry - like a dog in heat, he's rough, he needs to feel you, all of you.

・Sihtric's favourite thing to do is go down on you. Your juices, your smells; it drives him mad.

・After he's made you cum thrice, he rubs your cum/juices on his clothes just in case he has to leave again. He wants to be able to smell you.

・It has become a ritual now - if he doesn't then it's bad luck in his mind.

・If Sihtric is home for a while then his fucking turns into love making. Gentle, loving, slow, passionate.

・Long strokes, in and out of you while kissing every part of your face from above, nuzzling his face into your neck.

・Has a massive breeding kink (even if your body does not have the means to create a child); he likes to talk dirty while pumping into you.

"That's it, let me cum inside you my love. I want to put a child in you."

・When you agree with a whimper, it sends him over the edge. Hot ropes of cum shooting inside you.

・Sihtric keeps pumping though. The fantasy of having a large family with you made his cock hard again.

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lovingclare · 2 days ago

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BABY I SAW UR WRITING FOR EWANS CHARACTERS NOW!!!! could you do smth with orgasm deprivation for Tom, Aemond and Osferth pls?? 🥺🥺🥺

SLAAYYYY YES YES OFC!!

please note i'm taking this as Dom!Reader

Aemond:

honestly??? the most fun to deprive. he can be one hell of a brat when he wants to be and it’s so amusing to watch him start out completely composed and slowly breaks more and more over time. without fail, he’s always cocky at the start of his punishment. he always thinks it won't be as bad as last time but he always proves himself wrong, and he doesn't admit it, but he's pretty impressed by how you make it a delicious torture for him every single time. three weeks is his longest time without breaking. the first couple of days, he'll act aloof and unaffected, ever his normal stoic, steely self. after the first week, he gets touchier with you, cuddlier and sweeter than he normally is. when it doesn’t work out and you refuse to cave to his affection, he’ll get defiant, running his bratty little mouth and seeing if that helps, desperately trying to get you to cave. when that doesn’t work, he gets desperate. he won’t dare touch himself, partly because whilst he's a brat, he will always obey you, and partly because he’s too proud to, needing to prove to both you and himself that he can do this. but by week three, he’s on his knees, wrapping his arms around your legs, whining and whimpering into your thighs, promising to be a good boy for you.

Osferth:

it's literal hell on earth for him. he's such a good boy, all the time for you, so perfectly behaved that it’s unbelievably rare for him to do something terrible enough to earn any kind of punishment, let alone one as challenging as this. despite having a lack of experience in taking punishments, he's usually pretty good at dealing with them, but it’s so hard for him not to get any relief at all. he'll take any length of time you deem fit with a pained smile, but you can tell how strongly it affects him. one week in and he’s okay, he'll have to take some deep breaths every time you bring him to the edge but you can't see any tells on his face that he's suffering. by the second week, he’s needy, clinging onto you silently. three weeks and he’s jolting and whining each time you touch him. anything longer than a month and he’s literally holding back from begging you every time he sees you. It’s so worth it though, the way you praise him for being such a good boy when you finally let him cum again is such a rush that it makes up for the pure torture of waiting for it.

Tom:

he wants to be able to handle it. he wants to so badly piss you off with his lack of reaction, but he fails so badly. the beginning is fine, of course, he's all condescending smiles and playful, half-hearted glares, and he thinks he can wait out his punishment with no problem. but if it’s more than a week he can't handle it, getting antsy by the end of the second day, thinking with how much you fuck, this punishment would last for 24 hours tops. but he’s not even trying to be a good boy for you, so he's making it worse for himself. he demands you to stop, cursing you out and actively insulting you as he whines and writhes on his back, trying to stop his hips from bucking up, pulling against his restraints (he'd for sure touch himself, rules be dammed, this boy needs surveillance 24/7) he can't take it anymore. but his bratty mouth would end up earning him a month of no cumming and it’s pure torture. two weeks in and his brattiness fades, he’s now begging you with the best puppy eyes he can muster, insisting that he’s learned his lesson. he'll do anything, eating you out for hours, fingering you, sitting you on his lap with your fingers in his mouth, sucking them so harshly and desperately, silently pleading you with those baby blues. but you can't give in, his ego's big enough as it is.

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lovingclare · 2 days ago

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Our Gentle Sin

Dunholm

Summary: Drunken nights lead to a new lesson.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female reader. Cunnilingus. Fingering. Mild exhibitionism. Porn without plot.

Author’s Note- This is technically a second chapter/sequel to The Inn because I had some more thoughts. Again this is only the first 600ish words. Link to the full story below!

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AGAPE

Fandom: The Last Kingdom Pairing: Osferth x Reader Settings: Between season 4 and season 5 Summary: Torn between the desire to feel you and the sacredness of his vows, Osferth gives you flowers as a token of his love and devotion, the meaning of his love hidden behind the flower's language. But a scouting expedition beyond Rumcofa's borders forces him to confront the devil who tempts him. Word Count: 2,9 K Warnings: Fluff, mild smut, mention of religious guilt, mention of male mansturbation A/N: Here's my birthday present for my beloved @zaldritzosrose . Happy birthday, sweet love. I apologise for taking so long, I hope you can appreciate this. (And consider also this as a way to thank you for all the graphics you made for me). As always, thank you to @foxyanon and @legitalicat for having an endless patience with me. Also, thanks to @sylasthegrim for the brief beta reading!

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE FOR MY GRAMMAR AND VOCABULARY MISTAKES.

Header by @legitalicat Dividers by @zaldritzosrose

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Agape: (n), the highest form of love. Selfless, sacrifical, and unconditional love; persists no matter the circumstances.

When Osferth saw you for the first time, the seed of sin was already creeping into his soul.

Brought up in a monastery, King Alfred's bastard son had been sheltered from the dangers of the outside world, his life rigidly punctuated by the silent rhythm of prayer and the teaching of sacred texts, his vow of chastity protecting him from the lustful pleasures of the flesh, his body preserving the purity so longed for by God.

But everything changed when he joined Uhtred and his men, leaving behind his former life outside the holy walls of the Church and embracing the way of the warrior. His first days were not easy: he was not used to witnessing death and destruction first hand, and killing was a thought that made his stomach turn and his spine chill. But the years passed quickly, and the shy monk became a warrior and one of Uhtred's most trusted men.

He had always heard Finan say "ale, women and prayer" whenever they temporarily settled in a village, and watched as he and Sihtric drank endless mugs of ale, joining them for as long as his stomach would allow. And every time the thought of the flesh came back to haunt him, his faith would help him resist the temptation, and Osferth would end up praying for God's forgiveness, soothing his guilt for almost abandoning himself in the sin.

But your arrival shattered all his holy defences.

He watched with wide eyes as you challenged Uhtred to a fight, your body dancing with every stroke of your sword, admiring your coolness and agility in battle and how easily you disarmed a skilled fighter like the Daneslayer. And those same eyes, intense and fierce in battle, were the ones that met him, in a glance that ignited the spark of attraction, an unfamiliar heat that blossomed in his chest.

Every time he closed his eyes, his thoughts were filled with visions of you - your wild spirit, your stolen glances, the way you cared for your friends and children even when you said otherwise, even the way your lips curled into a gentle smile. In the silence of his room, he struggled with his longing, every breath a battle between desire and duty. Part of him still had to keep his oath to God, the promise to maintain his integrity and serve Him and Him alone for the rest of his life. But another part of him wanted to surrender and embrace the sin that had taken root in his heart, to love you as freely as you did, whose own religion allowed you to worship the gods with physical touches and passionate love.

Osferth always wanted to confess his love for you, but his shyness and his religious morality never allowed him to openly express his true feelings.

So he used the language of flowers to convey his unspoken feelings for you.

Osferth had always been an enduring mystery. You sensed it from the moment you met him, his blue eyes hiding a longing that you misinterpreted at first, thinking he was simply worried about his lord's fate since he was defeated in front of the bewildered gazes of his warriors.

But it was not until Uhtred welcomed you into his group with open arms that you truly began to understand him. As you shared stories of your adventures around the fire, surrounded by the green of the boundless Mercian borders, you glimpsed a layer of his character that was hidden beneath his demeanour: he was a gentle soul, both in his words and his actions, and spoke with an intensity in his words that you hadn't found in any men you'd met in your life.

Your silent glances turned into lingering moments, and you both felt a connection to each other that you had never felt before. You brushed your fingers against each other as you reached for the same piece of food, or as you passed weapons to each other as you prepared for battle, and each time you saw the monk's smile as a silent response, his face flushed to the tips of his ears, a vision that made your heart pound in your chest.

In time, the accidental caresses became bold, and you both began to rest your hands on each other's cheeks, feeling the softness of each other's skin as the tips of your noses touched. But every time you thought you could go further, a wall of responsibility would fall over Osferth and the monk would leave your embrace. You interpreted his sudden hesitation as mere disinterest in you, but you didn't know that inside him there was a war between integrity and impulsiveness, for you were the devil who broke the chains of God's influence.

You had known Osferth for long enough that you thought you knew everything about him. Yet, somehow, the once almost monk still managed to surprise you. One evening, while you guarded the children as you were granted accommodations by Lady Aethelflaed estate in Saltwic, he began exhibiting a predisposition towards plants and flowers. You watched as he bent over, his slender fingers gently caressing the petals of a flower before plucking it from the bush and turning to gift it to you, which you accepted happily.

Each flower was different, both in shape and colour: small and with few petals, roses of the brightest red, small wild flowers that he sometimes tucked behind your ear, large and fragrant tulips: they were carefully chosen each time you crossed Mercia, and your intimate ritual continued when you reached Rumcofa, the place you would soon call home.

You leaned into his spontaneous gestures, consoling yourself a little, seeing them as the closest you could get to a gesture of love. But you would soon find out the hidden secrets that these flowers hide between their beautiful petals.

Spring arrived unusually early in Rumcofa, and while nature was already in full bloom - from the brightest greens of the grass to the most vibrant hues of the flowers - there was still a slight chill in the air, a silent reminder that winter had not yet loosened its grip on the earth.

The sun was bright in the sky, and Uhtred and the boys patrolled the area, making sure there were no dangers or possible incursions. It was a sudden change of life for everyone, as you had lived in Coccham for many years, but this did not stop Uhtred from making his new piece of land powerful and safe for his warriors’ families.

Fortunately, the scouting had been without any particular difficulty, and after hours of riding, Uhtred decided it would be wise to let his men rest and feed the horses before resuming their activities. So they decided to head for the forest, which was somewhat drier than the dense vegetation that surrounded Coccham, but no less intriguing: the trees were tall and stringy, and the early scent of pine and damp earth filled the air. Birds were calling in the distance, their songs echoing through the treetops, casting small patterns of light on the ground.

Dismounting from your horse, you took your shield and sword from the saddle, carrying them with you in case you needed to defend yourself from an ambush. Deep in the forest, you and Osferth gathered as many twigs as you could find to light a small fire and prepare some food for your stomachs: the scouting had been long and hard, and hunger mixed with fatigue always fooled even the most skilled of warriors.

Having gathered all the twigs you needed, you decided it was time to take a little break. The two of you walked in silence, close to each other, shame and unspoken feelings filling a forest already blooming for the spring season, until you both reached a small stream where you could sit and relax, smelling the scent of wet grass and water plants, along with the chirping of cicadas and the singing of birds.

You cautiously approached the water, dipped a hand in and lightly wetted your face, enjoying the coolness of the cold hair against your wet skin. Then you sat down, pressing your back against the grass and closing your eyes, surrendering to the peaceful sounds of nature, until a sudden rustling of leaves made you open your eyes. You lifted your head to see Osferth awkwardly gathering some flowers tangled in a bush, the sight so sweet it made you smile slightly.

"It seems you like picking flowers lately," you said with a slight chuckle, watching as the monk froze, the tips of his ears turning slightly red. You could feel one of his hands lightly picking up a small flower, the flicker transferred to its petals.

“It is an activity I enjoy, my lady, before we come back scouting,” Osferth replied politely to you, and you could hear a flicker of nervousness in his voice.

You rolled to the other side, your arm supporting your head as you watched Osferth pluck flowers from the ground and gently gather them into a small bouquet. With no small hesitation, he approached you, sat down on the ground and silently leaned the bouquet towards you, his blue eyes looking at you with their usual intensity and longing, betraying the decorum of his religious beliefs.

You found yourself admiring the improvised floral composition, lost in its beauty: the flowers were large, probably larger than those he had given you in the past, the petals soft as silk to the touch, painted a vibrant pink with muted shades of pale pink. You had never seen such a beautiful flower in your life.

“Osferth,” you breathlessly broke the silence, your eyes shining with contentment: you were a warrior woman, but even you had a soft side, “I do not know what to say. They are-”

“Peonies,” the monk interrupted you, his cheeks turning red while watching your bewilderment over his gift, “They are peonies. Very beautiful flowers, if I dare to say,”.

Osferth paused for a moment, then cleared his throat and continued, "From the writings of the monastery, I have learned that peonies are rich in symbolism and have many meanings. One of his fingers pointed to the flowers in your hands, his thumbs gently stroking the petals, "Some believe it has healing properties and symbolises protection, others believe it is the symbol of honour and nobility,”

Suddenly, he took one of your hands, and with incredible kindness he placed it on his chest, and you felt his heart beating wildly inside his chest, “And they are often given when you want to tell someone you love them,”

Silence fell over you as you took your time to absorb Osferth's words, his words hitting you like an arrow shot to the chest: you were used to Osferth's elusiveness on these subjects, as you had caught him praying in solitude, asking forgiveness for sins he had not committed. But his gentle touches, his unspoken tender gestures and the flowers he gave you: he told you he loved you without thinking to touch you, so that his soul could live in peace.

Your lips curled into a small smile as you brushed Osferth’s chest with your fingers, “Is this why you always give me flowers, when we get the chance?”, you asked softly, your own cheeks turning red as Osferth nodded shyly.

“I do,” the monk replied, his hand squeezing yours, “But I know this is wrong,”

With a quick but delicate gesture, Osferth lowered your hand and stood up, pacing nervously and mentally reciting prayers of forgiveness. His behaviour left you both confused and broken, and after gently placing the flowers on the grass, you stood up and approached him, holding his hands in a way to calm himself down.

"It's wrong, what?" you asked calmly, hoping that your voice would bring him back to reality. But you knew from his gaze that he was somewhere else than with you, "Please, Osferth. Talk to me. Is it because I am a Dane?"

“It is because I desire you,” Osferth snapped, more in panic than anger, and the grip on your hands tightened, “It torments me to see you every day and wonder what it would be like to touch you and love you without feeling the burden of my faith,”

He then leaned one of his trembling hands, resting it on your cheek and brushing it gently, “All the flowers I gave to you, they were the sign of my love and commitment towards you without feeling God’s voice telling me it was wrong,” Osferth confessed with a soft sigh, closing his eyes as a way to hide his shame, “But now that I exposed my secret I do not know if he will grant me-”

“Is God watching us?” You asked out of the blue, interrupting his nervous stream of consciousness while your own hand rested on his cheek as well. Your question left Osferth surprised for a second, but a little chuckle escaped from his lips, amused by your apparent innocent question.

“My sweet lady, both your Gods and my God are watching us right now,” he replied sheepishly, and his answer satisfied you: it was what you wanted to hear.

“Then let them watch us,” you whispered with husky voice, your finger tracing the contour of his face, your touch sending him shivers down your spine, “Let them watch us consuming our love, only them as witnesses,”

His breath caught as your soft touch lingered on his skin and the air suddenly became thick with tension. It was as if the war between righteousness and temptation was intensifying within him, the seed of sin blossoming into a small sprout destined to grow, fuelled by your carnal passion.

And for the very first time, the devil won.

His lips crashed against yours in a hungry kiss, releasing all the dormant passion he used to vent in the solitude of his room, reaching his climax when he cried out your name in his moments of lack of lucidity. Unable to restrain his hands, he gripped your waist in a surprisingly tight vice and moved you until your back was pressed against the trunk. He broke the kiss abruptly as guilt rose again in his chest, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.

“You need to stop me, please,” Osferth breathed against your lips, but you silenced him by teasing his upper lip with your tongue.

“I won’t,”, you replied in a hoarse voice and put your hand behind his neck, “I have waited for so long, Osferth. I need to feel you,”

With your last words, everything rational in Osferth's mind disappeared and your lips were locked in a heated kiss. A little hesitant at first, he grew bolder as the tip of his tongue tentatively demanded entry, which you gladly accepted. A wild and sensual dance exploded in your mouths as his hands slid all over your body, squeezing your soft breasts and forcing you to moan against his lips. With a confident movement, he undid the laces of your skirt, exposing you to the cold air of early spring. Your mind became dizzy as you felt Osferth's mouth run over your skin, tormenting first your neck, then your collarbone, until he indulged on your breast: with the tip of his tongue he teased your nipple, hardened by the cold and the rise of your arousal, while his hand teased the other with a pleasurable pinch.

"You are tempting me, Lady," his shy and trembling voice contrasted with the bold movements of his hands, and you could only respond with whimpering and rambling words, your eyes closed as you rested your head on the trunk of the tree, drunk with the pleasure the innocent monk was giving you.

Leaving your chest, his hands slipped into your breeches, his fingers trembling and clumsy as he tried to find your pulsing core, wet with anticipation of what was to come. But as you felt the tip of his thumb caress you in a circular motion, two male voices called out to you in the distance, forcing you both to abruptly pull away from each other, hiding all evidence of your relationship.

But all your attempts were in vain, as you realised with horror that Finan and Sihtric saw almost everything.

"Looks like our baby monk is no longer a baby," Finan's teasing voice broke the awkward silence, supported by Sihtric's sly grin. Osferth's face turned bright red as he tried to cover you and save you from further humiliation. But he knew it was too late.

“I-I swear I can explain,” the monk spoke with a quivering voice, but Sihtric was quick to interrupt him.

“Lord Uhtred gave the order to resume the scouting. Collect your things, both of you,” the Dane tried to stay as neutral as possible, his smirk betraying the seriousness of his words.

“You will hump your lady later as a reward,” the Irishman added, and with a loud slap on the youngest's back, he and Sihtric turned and walked away from you.

With a hint of embarrassment in the air, you tried to compose yourself by arranging your clothes and combing your hair into more tidy braids, and with a soft brush you told Osferth that everything was fine and that you were enjoying these little moments together.

Gathering your things, you quickly rejoined your group and resumed your exploration of Rumcofa's surroundings, riding tirelessly until the orange sun disappeared behind the mountains. And as Finan said, your love and affection was the reward Osferth received after a long day, ignoring the guilt of his faith that whispered in his head as your naked bodies joined as one.

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lovingclare · 2 days ago

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Worship and desire

Osferth x Fem!reader

Summary: You and Osferth have been in a secret relationship for some time. After a long day of traveling, Uhtred’s crew settle down in a secluded forest for the night. When the men fall asleep, you pull your lover away for some…quality time.

Warnings: NSFW. Cock worship. P in V sex. Outdoor sex. Praise kink. Blowjob. Mentions of religion. Lowkey subspace.

Authors note: Just a silly little thought that’s been on my mind. Enjoy ❤️

“Where are we going, my love?” Osferth whispered as you drug him deeper into the forest. You didn’t answer and continued to guided him through the trees until you were far enough away from the sleeping men.

You softly pushed him against a nearby tree, pressing yourself against him. Your gaze was full of lust and desire. You wanted him. You smiled up at the man, finally getting a moment of alone time with him after so long.

“Hi.” You said, your breath fanning onto his lips because you were so close to him. He laughed, “Hi.” He replied as he pulled you closer by your waist. Your arms slung around his neck and you pulled him into a fierce kiss.

Your lips moved together. All of your emotions pouring out into it, your bodies connecting as one. The kiss was hot and wet and messy, just how you liked it. “I’ve missed you..” you mumbled against his lips, which made him smirk against yours.

“I missed you too, my sweet lady.” He said into the kiss. Your hands were all over him, as were his. You both had gone so long without touching each other, you were burning in desire. “Osferth..” you whined as you pulled away from him and stared up at him with lusty eyes.

“Yes, my love?” He asked, your hands held his face and caressed his cheeks. “I need you..” you said as your hands trailed down his chest and your head dipped into his neck, nipping at his soft skin. His breath shuttered at your words, making you let out a little giggle at his nervousness.

No matter how many times he had laid with you, he was still so shy. Your sweet little monk.

You felt his cock harden in his trousers. You knelt down on your knees in front of him, your eyes never leaving his. Your actions made his own eyes go wide because he knew exactly what was about to happen.

You yanked down his trousers to pull out his semi-hard cock. “We’re doing this here? Right now?” He asked with a ‘are you crazy?’ Look on his adorable face. You only nodded your head with that crazed look in your eye.

You pumped his cock in your warm hand, making him throw his head back in pleasure. “Look at me, sweet boy.” You demanded with a soft voice. His gaze fixed back onto you. As you stared into his eyes, you licked the tip of his cock. The salty taste of his pre-cum made you close your eyes and groan, as did he at the feeling.

You began to kiss along his length, savoring the feeling of it against your soft lips. “Such a pretty cock, baby..” you mumbled, licking up his cock and kissing the tip. He gaped at you with a look as if he were in love with you. He was in love with you.

“I love it so much..” you sucked on the tip, licking up all the pre-cum that leaked from it. You moaned and whined as you sucked his cock, the feeling of it in your mouth made you all needy and whiny. Your undergarments were practically soaked in your own arousal. “I love you so much..” you said as you ran a finger down a vein.

“I love you too!” He breathed out. He was whimpering and groaning as you bobbed your head on his cock, stumbling on his words as he spoke, “just…just l-like that.”

You took your mouth off him and began stroking him again, your eyes were pleasing with him, a pout plastered on your messy and wet lips. You looked angelic, like the most perfect being that ever walked this earth. He thought he had died and gone to the heavens when he was blessed with your presence. You were truly a gift from God.

“It’s so perfect..” you said as you gazed at the tip of his cock, watching a bead of cum drip down the side of his cock, which you quickly licked up. “You’re so perfect, Osferth.” You gleamed as your eyes fixed onto him, looking fucked out as can be.

“N-No, my love. That’s you..” he stuttered. A soft smile came from his panting lips. You giggled as you shook your head, disagreeing with him.

“Please, I need your cunt..” he begged for you. His begging ignited something inside you. You quickly nodded at his pleads, giving his cock one more kiss before standing up.

He pressed you against the tree and bent you over. Osferth hiked up your dress and stopped at the sight of the growing wet spot on your cotton panties. His fingers reached for the spot, the tips of them rubbing against the cotton, making you moan out.

“Please, Osferth..” now you were the one begging. His hand yanked your panties to the side and grabbed his cock, running the tip over your dripping slit. He pressed himself into you, the first thrust making you both moan in pleasure.

He started at a slow pace, like he was making love to you. You often adored when he treated you with such kindness and devotion but you wanted to be fuck tonight.

“Os, baby? I need you to fuck me. Hard.” You said with an urgent tone. He nodded his head, fulfilling your need as swiftly as he could. His once soft thrusts turned into hard and deep ones.

He continuously hit that one spot deep inside you that had you seeing stars. Your moans grew louder and echoed into the darkness of the night. “Fuck! Right there, sweet boy. Keep fucking me like that!”

He fed on your praises and savored the feeling of your wet and warm cunt as he fucked it as if we’re a toy. “Lord-“ he groaned out, his cock throbbing inside of you as you clenched down onto him.

A smile was painting on your fucked out face as he slammed his hips onto yours, your ass jiggling at the motion. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he gave you a particularly hard thrust, almost hitting your cervix.

“Your cock is so good, Osferth! You fuck me so well!” You moaned as you gripped onto the tree in front of you. You felt your arousal drip down your thighs and the wet sounds of your cunt mixed with his groans only added to the pleasure you were feeling.

“Holy-, don’t talk like that, my love. I’ll finished too quick.” He breathed out as he held your hips hard, he was definitely going to leave bruises with his death grip on them.

“I’m so close! I want you to finish with me..” you gasped. The two of you were so near the edge of your peaks, so close to finishing together. His cock was throbbing inside of you and you were clenching onto him like you life depended on it.

“-‘m cumming!” You barely managed to shout out, your cunt spasmed onto him and your legs began to shake. Osferth fucked you through your orgasam as he chased his own, groaning at the feeling of your mixed arousal dripping down his balls.

“Fuck!” He quickly slipped out of you, jerking himself off onto your back, His spend shooting out onto your ass and back.

You both panted as you caught your breaths from the intense sensations. You shook as he took a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned you both up. He leaned you up to press a delicate kiss on your cheek and held you close to him by the waist. He moved your cotton panties back in place and fixed your dress.

“I love you, my beautiful lady.” He whispered into your eyes, pressing his lips anywhere he could reach. “I love you too, sweet boy.” You said as you leaned your head back and rested against his shoulder, savoring the moment together.

• • •

You had finally woken up and walked out of your shared tent to see the men huddled around the fire and eating some breakfast.

“Oh! Look who finally decided to wake up!” Uhtred laughed, which made you roll your eyes and sitting down next to him as you hit him in the arm. “She needed her beauty sleep after the…rough night she had last night. Baby monk here really did a number on her if you didn’t hear it last night!” Finan laughed as he shook Osferth who was beside him.

Your eyes went wide and Osferth went red. They had heard you. You were sure you went far enough so they didn’t.

“I think we all heard it..” Sihtric sighed.

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lovingclare · 2 days ago

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Wind's Howling

summary: sharing a bed & accidental stimulation || you're nursing osferth's injury as the two of you spend a cold night together in an inn, but you feel called to help him in another way as well

pairing: osferth x f!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, mentions of injury but nothing graphic, dry humping kind of, kissing, breast/nipple play, piv sex, unprotected sex it’s like literally the 800’s sue me, cuddling, osferth whimpering how precious, let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 1.8k

a/n: happy day five of 12 days of smuff!! this one can be read as a continuation of love is patient and kind or as a stand alone! enjoy! also yes, the title is a witcher pun

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You can hear Osferth let out a soft sigh behind you as you shift yet again in another futile attempt to get comfortable on the thin, lumpy mattress. You sigh too, as you finally settle, only to let out a quiet groan when you realize this position is really no better than the last twenty you tried.

“Sorry,” you spare a glance over your shoulder as you speak, wincing as another harsh gust of wind blows a cold draft through the room, “I can’t get comfortable enough on this damn thing to sleep.” You say with a defeated sigh.

“You need not apologize,” the monk murmurs behind you, “Between my shoulder and this cold, sleep eludes me as well.”

As if on cue, another stinging draft billows through the room, eerily whistling through any cracks it can find. The two of you sigh, defeated — leave it to Uhtred to pick the worst possible inn to stop at, though he had insisted upon it, saying Osferth needed a few days in safety to rest his shoulder and the rest of you needed the opportunity to gather supplies anyway.

Truthfully, a break was probably a good idea. Ever since the ambush a few days ago, the spirits of your group had been in short supply and members were beginning to bicker and fight amongst themselves. Your poor monk had taken it upon himself to be the peacekeeper, which had only served to cause you more stress as you kept trying to compel him to stay in bed and rest his shoulder.

You can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut at the thought of his injury, the memory of him being harshly tugged off his horse in the chaos of the ambush still makes you uneasy; your heart twists in your chest as you think through your list of “what ifs” yet again.

Almost as if he can sense your thoughts, Osferth bumps the back of your leg with his knee. “Please do not worry yourself, my lady,” he says, a heaviness to his tired voice, “I am fine, we are safe.”

“How did you know I was thinking about it?”

“You tense up every time you do.”

You sigh again before finally turning over to face him, your tired eyes meeting his in the dark room, the only light in the room coming from the full moon outside.

“Hi,” you murmur after a moment.

“Hi,” he whispers, the corner of his lips quirking up into a soft smirk.

“How’s your shoulder?” You ask, shrugging one arm out from underneath the thick wool blanket the two of you share to gingerly run your fingers over his arm, taking extra care in the spots you know are still bruised and sore, “Is it feeling any better?”

“I think so,” he mutters, flexing it a little, “It aches to move it too much but as long as I am still, it causes me no pain.”

You nod thoughtfully, silently thanking whatever God there may be that he had escaped relatively unharmed.

After another moment of silence, you wiggle again on the mattress before letting out a quiet, rueful laugh. “I give up,” you groan, “This mattress is useless.”

Osferth sighs next to you and shuffles closer, reaching out as far as he can without extending his shoulder to skim his long fingers over your arm as an act of comfort, “I’m sorry, my sweet lady.”

“I should be the one apologizing,” you murmur, “Without my tossing and turning, perhaps you could find sleep.”

He breathes a quiet laugh through his nose, “You are not what is keeping me awake,” he says with a sigh, “Between this cold and my shoulder, your restlessness is a blessing.”

The wind howls outside once more and you see Osferth shiver as another draft of bitter air blows through the room. With a sigh, you shuffle closer to him, practically molding the front of your body to the front of his as your legs slot together under the woolen blanket; your eyes flutter closed as you savor the warmth of having him pressed against you, though the action causes your thin linen shift to ride up nearly to the tops of your thighs as one of his long legs presses between yours.

After a moment, you find yourself squirming for a much different reason, the discomfort of the mattress quickly slipping from the forefront of your mind as your center begins to throb, making you keenly aware of the way the monk’s warm thigh presses against your bare heat, the thin fabric of his breeches the only thing separating the two of you.

You stay quiet, opting not to disturb him further as you know sleep is important to the healing process. However, it seems his mind is wandering too because after a moment, your eyes shoot open when you feel his hard length pressing against your hip, only to find him already looking at you.

“Osferth —,”

“I’m sorry, my lady,” he murmurs softly, a blush visible on his cheeks even in the dim lighting, “I—,” he starts, though you cut him off with a soft kiss, sighing as his lips press against yours, his warm breath fanning across your face.

“You needn’t apologize,” you whisper, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks, “In fact, I can think of something that may help us both sleep…” You tease, just barely rutting your hips against his.

His eyes slip closed at the feeling, a soft, whimpered sigh escaping his lips before he shakes his head. “You’ve already done so much for me, my lady,” Osferth murmurs, his blue eyes meeting yours once more.

“So let me do this last thing,” you smile, pressing one more sweet kiss against his lips, “Please?”

Your monk can’t help but smile at your eagerness and nods, making you smile brightly in the darkness of the small room. Gently, you untangle yourself from him before guiding him onto his back, taking care to ensure that he moves his shoulder as little as possible. Finally, you climb atop him, straddling his hips, both of you groaning at the way your wet, warm center presses against his length through his cotton breeches. You’re careful to keep the blankets wrapped over your shoulders as you maneuver on top of him, lifting your hips just enough to free his length.

You shiver when you feel him press against you, already throbbing in your grasp as you run the head of his cock through your folds, gasping as it bumps against your already aching bud.

“Please, my lady,” Osferth groans beneath you, his chest already heaving, “You… you feel too good, please.”

You can’t help but obey him, smirking at his pleas as you position his length at your entrance. “Shhh, sweet monk,” you soothe, moaning as the head of his cock slips inside you, “Let me make you feel good.”

Osferth whimpers beneath you as you sink down onto his length with a pleased sigh, your walls already squeezing against him. You gasp softly when he presses fully inside you, your hips resting against his as his length fills you completely, leaving no part of you untouched. You wiggle your hips on top of him, grinding your pearl against him with a soft whimper.

You slowly start moving atop him, though you quickly pick up the pace as one of his hands grips harshly at your waist, the other remains draped across his chest at your insistence, determined to keep his shoulder safe. You bite your lower lip, intending to stay quiet as you know the walls of the old inn must be quite thin, however that gets harder and harder to do as the tip of Osferth’s cock brushes against that sensitive spot within you every time you sink back down onto him.

“You feel so good,” the monk gasps as he stares up at you, marveling at how you move against him, at the beautiful blush spreading across your cheeks, at the way your breasts bounce beneath the nearly sheer fabric of your simple shift dress, “So beautiful, my sweet lady.” He sighs, his cock twitching against your walls.

“Osferth,” you whisper through a harsh gasp, “I love you, my precious monk.” You smile when he groans beneath you, his cock throbbing as you continue moving against him.

“I — Christ,” he gasps, the hand on your hip pushing itself under your shift dress, “I love you too, sweet girl.” He groans, perhaps a bit too loud, as he cups your breast, kneading your soft skin in his palm.

You gasp loudly at the added sensation, the heat in your belly threatening to boil over. Blessedly, Osferth seems just as done in as you, his hips squirming beneath yours as he tries to stay still.

“My lady,” he gasps, blue eyes staring up at you more urgently than before, “My lady, I — !” He cuts himself off with a loud moan when you lean forward to press your bud more firmly against him, which only serves to press his length somehow deeper within you as his fingers toy wildly with your nipple.

“I know,” you nod your head with a gasp, struggling to keep your eyes open, “I know, my sweet monk. It’s okay, please” you moan, your walls clenching hotly around him as your high finally spills over you, igniting every nerve ending with a blinding pleasure, “God, fuck!” You can’t help but squeal, bracing your hands on either side of the monk’s head as you tumble forward, unable to hold yourself up.

Osferth whispers your name over and over, as if in prayer, before he finally groans loudly, cock twitching wildly within you as he cums, painting your walls with his thick spend. He moans happily as you sink further down against him, mouthing at your nipples through the fabric of your dress.

After a moment, your high subsides and you open your eyes once more, giggling softly as you lean down to press a sweet kiss to his lips. With a sigh, you lift yourself off of him before dropping to the bed with a tired groan. You slot yourself against his side and pull the blanket back up from where it had slipped off, one of your legs draped across the monk’s hips.

Just as you’re about to open your mouth again to ask about his shoulder, a fist pounds on the wall above your heads from the next room, making the two of you gasp.

“Oi!” Sihtric calls, his gruff voice muffled, “If you don’t stop fucking like rabbits I’ll come in there and strangle the damn monk myself!”

“Oops,” you whisper to Osferth through a giggle, nuzzling your head against his neck.

“I would face the wrath of ten vikings to bed you, my lady,” the monk whispers softly before pressing a kiss against the top of your head.

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lovingclare · 2 days ago

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⭑ Do not be afraid ⭑

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 1/12 of Smuffmas! Hand holding & Dry humping with Osferth

12 days of Smuffmass Masterlist

Pairing: Injured!Osferth x Warrior!reader

Warnings: NSFW, Death (just enemies), injuries, blood, making out and dry humping (and of course he cums in his pants sue me)

Summary: After Osferth gets injured at the battle of Beamfleot, you take it upon yourself to take care of the baby monk but Osferth thinks of more of you than a friend.

Taglist smuffmas '24: @venmondiese

The steel sword in your grip pierced the flesh of the man sprawling on the ground. Your body was shaking with adrenaline, and you frantically looked around. All you could see was a sea of men, blood spraying around and bodies collapsing on the soil beneath your feet.

Where the fuck was Osferth?

Panic started to rise within you, you were supposed to protect him. “Stay behind me.” You told him, now he was nowhere to be found. But you didn’t let that stop you, even though you had only known him for about two years now, you felt the need to protect him, keep him safe.

Pushing men around you and swimming through the waves of warriors, occasionally slitting one or two men’s throats, you kept looking for him. One thing you wouldn’t allow to happen was to die before making sure Osferth was safe.

Still, you did not see him, however you did spot Finan. You made your way over to him and your back collided with his own as the two of you fought off Danes while speaking. “Have you seen Osferth? He was supposed to stay close to me!” You yelled through all the screams and ringing of swords.

“No! I think he might be on the other side!” He yelled back, and so you made your way through the heathens again. In search of the baby monk. Even though you were the same age you had much more experience than him.

Having to defend yourself from a young age would do that to you. And so after meeting the men in Winchester, you proved to Uhtred that you were useful to him. Of course, he was a bit apprehensive of taking a young girl with him to battle, but he gave in once he saw you had experience.

Kneeing a Dane in the balls made him fall to the ground and you stuck your sword in his throat before moving on. At last, you spotted him, but your breath hitched when you noticed he had hurt his arm and was trying to fend off Danes with just his left.

You pushed on, determined to get to him- when everything went black. Something warm and sticky dripped down your cheek to your jaw and in your neck. When you opened your eyes, you felt the cold, muddy earth beneath you. Since it was just your head that received a good punch, you got on your feet.

It must’ve been a while, because when you looked around, the battle was over. And seeing as you were still amongst your own men, it was won by the Saxons. A hand touched your shoulder, it was Sihtric. “Are you alright? You’re alive at least.” You just nodded and wiped some blood away from your eyes with your sleeve.

“Is Osferth alright? I couldn’t get to him- I swear if he got himself killed-” Sihtric stopped you. “He is alive, just, hurt. We’re taking him to Saltwic, Aethelflaeds estate.” You let out a breath of relief but you still cursed yourself for letting him out of your sight. Sihtric led you to the tent Osferth had been laid in.

Finan’s crouching form came into view, as well as your lord Uhtred’s dominating figure. You sped up your steps and reached the cot Osferth had been placed on. Uhtred stepped to the side, allowing you some space to speak with the baby monk.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” Osferths eyes widened at the sight of you. “Why did you leave me?” He kept quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’m scared. Am I going to die?” His trembling voice made your heart ache. “I swear if you die, I will kill you myself.” Finan warned him.

“Right. I’ll try not to then.” You kneeled beside his cot and Finan stood up to fetch some water. Other men around you gathered weapons, horses and a cart for Osferth. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way, I simply...afraid, I suppose. Of losing my good friend I mean. I should’ve done more to protect you.”

He didn’t reply at first and it made you question his state of mind. “Are we friends?” He then asked. You raised your brows at him, “Of course we are Osferth.” You laughed. “Oh, right.” He mumbled. Your face was covered in confusion. “I know you hit your head, as did I, but…are we not?”

His eyes shifted to you and he seemed annoyed with himself. “Yes, it’s just that- you often don’t show it, I guess.” Mentally face-palming yourself, you understood what he meant. You never had been one for affection and praising words but you thought he knew that.

“Osferth, you know me. And I am sorry that you might feel like I don’t like you or that Uhtred told me to protect you, which is in a way true. But I do see you as my friend and I want to protect you as well. I’m just not as affectionate as most people, but maybe I could change that, just a bit.” He smiled at your words and then grimaced in pain.

Thank God the cart was ready for him, you helped Finan and Sihtric with carrying Osferth onto the cart and mounted your horse to ride next to him. The whole way to Saltwic you made sure to keep your eyes on him at all times, guilt still swirling inside you.

It was only when you had successfully managed Osferth up the first floor at Saltwic in one of the guest chambers, that you could feel somewhat at peace. As retribution for leaving him hurt on the battlefield, you vowed to stay by his side and guard him yourself. Osferths grunts of pain filled the room and you felt horrible as you watched him squirm under the furs.

“It is better to lie still and get some sleep, I know that must feel impossible right now but please try.” He sighed, and tried to lie still as you suggested, moving around too much would only hurt his shoulder more.

A couple of days passed by, and Osferth seemed to do better. But still, you never left his side. All day he had been telling you that it was safe to leave him and get a comfortable bed yourself to sleep in but you refused. The wooden chair next to his bed would do.

“But you must be so uncomfortable, I wouldn’t mind if you left me.” He pleaded once again. “I will not leave you again Osferth, that is the end of it. Now go to sleep.” You didn’t hear another word from him and presumed you had won your little argument but then he spoke again.

“At the very least, you could lie next to me? Only if you would be comfortable with that- I wouldn’t mind- because your my friend of course, I didn’t mean it in any weird way- Oh god now I sound like a pervert-”

“Jesus Christ Osferth I’ll join you, now shut up and stop overthinking everything.” You groaned, pushing yourself up from the chair. Your arse numb from the wooden seat. Osferth’s cheeks burned red and he moved over a bit so you could join him. The night had already fallen, but most men were still celebrating in the hall below.

Placing your sword right next to the bed, you put your dagger under your pillow. Next you removed your cloak, gloves and boots. You hesitated for a moment but took your chainmail off as well, leaving you in your tunic and pants. Crawling under the furs next to the baby monk, you prayed that none of the men would check on you.

As your heart sped up in your chest you wondered why you felt so nervous all of a sudden, you had laid close to Osferth before, both in your own cot of course. So why did this feel so intimate and different?

Laying stiff on your back, you stared up at the ceiling but you couldn’t ignore Osferths eyes on you as he laid on side, facing you. “Did you need something Osferth?” You said, turning your head towards him. “No, no sorry, it’s just that I want you to know that it wasn’t your fault. I can tell you… I dunno, maybe feel a bit like you're at fault. But you’re not!”

He didn’t expect your reaction, you smiled at him. Something that did not happen often, unless you were drunk. “I must admit, I do feel guilty. As it was my fault, but I appreciate your kind words Baby Monk.” He was now the one smiling. “So you do care for me?” He teased.

“Good night Osferth.” You sighed turning to your side, back towards him. He cursed himself for saying that but tried to sleep either way. Both of you only catching some light sleep, until Osferth woke up in the middle of the night for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“Can you lie still, for fucks sake Osferth.” You whisper yelled at him. He jerked at the sound of your voice, he had no idea you were awake. “Sorry.” He whispered. You could hear the slight tremble in his voice. With a sigh you turned to face him. “What’s wrong?” A tear slid down his cheek and he tried to quickly wipe it away, but even in the darkness you saw.

“Oh, Osferth. Tell me what’s wrong.” You asked him again, now with a much kinder voice. “It’s nothing.” You rolled your eyes, did he think you were stupid? “Osferth, I swear do not lie to me, it is way too late for that.” You heard him sniff slightly and then you did something no seer could predict.

Your arm wrapped around him carefully, to not hurt his shoulder, and pulled him against you. He then let out a slight gasp which turned to soft sobs quickly. “I just feel so useless, I’m so horrible at fighting, I’m just a liability.” He cried, muffled by your tunic he buried his face in.

“Even liabilities can be useful Osferth.” He raised his head to look at you and you felt bad for saying that, it wasn’t quite in your nature to comfort someone. “I didn’t mean it like that, I meant that you are not useless. And you just need some more training, I will see to it myself even.”

The kind words from you seemed to comfort him enough, and surprises upon surprises this night, you felt the need to place your hand on his cheek and wipe his tears away. His lips parted at the sudden movement but he only leaned into you. “Osferth? Say something.”

He was at loss for words but still tried to form them. “If I do, I would only say something stupid.” Your brows furrowed. “Say it.” But you didn’t have to, because it was then you felt his hard cock press against you. “Oh.” Was all you said before he tried to free himself from your grasp. After some struggle and restraint from you, he still succeeded.

He hurt his shoulder in the process however and winced as he at up in your shared bed. “Osferth please, don’t be embarrassed.” He buried his face in his hands as he mumbled apologies. “You barely consider me a friend and now this, it’s too shameful.” He murmured.

“Stop presuming what I think and want Osferth, you have no idea.” He lifted his face from his hands and looked at you with confusion, cheeks still red. “What?” You scoffed and placed your hand on his thigh underneath the furs. “I said, stop presuming what I think.” His eyes widened at the feeling of your hand on him.

“I do care for you Osferth, more than you think.” His brows stayed furrowed however and a slight smile met him as you sat up as well, closer to him. “Maybe I should show you instead. Would you like me to show you?” He could only nod with wide eyes and held his breath as your face moved towards his cheek.

You kissed him affectionately on his cheek and he let out a puff of air. “Please-” He pleaded, he needed more of you. Taking it as a sign to continue, you kissed along his jaw, back towards his cheek and finally on his lips, which he eager kissed back.

He knew how to kiss, you discovered, the way he passionately moved his lips back against yours was electrifying. Experimentally you slightly traced your tongue along his lower lip and Osferth shuddered in response. So you slid your tongue inside and was met with his. He moved his hand on your waist.

In a flood of desire you had forgotten all about his shoulder and acidentally placed your left hand on his hurt side while settling yourself on his lap, making him grunt in the kiss. Pulling away you apoligised profusely. “It’s alright, but I just now realised...we won’t be able to take this further because of my stupid injury.” He almost pouted.

“Awh poor Baby Monk, do you really think I don’t know of other ways to make you cum? Without hurting you?” He gulped at your dirty words and you felt his hardness twitch beneath you. “For example, like this.” You suggested with a roll of your hips.

A loud moan left his lips at the friction, he hadn’t been with a woman in weeks because of the preparation for battle and hadn’t been able to fuck his hand because of his injury, and you. You panted yourself, surprised by how much pleasure this gave you. And so you grinded your clothed clit against his hardness again, earning more moans from him.

The pleasure sparked inside you and you couldn’t help but start a desperate rhythm, grinding on his cock as he whined and moaned. When you accidently placed your hand on his hurt shoulder again, he grabbed both your hands and intertwined them with his.

Allowing you to balance and hold steady on his lap that way. You kissed him again and humped him so fiercely now, the shoddy wooden bed banged against the stone wall, but neither of you cared as you were so close to release.

“Feels so good, never knew just this could feel so good.” He panted, his hands tightening his grip on yours. You only moaned in response, your legs starting to ache from your movements but the pleasure was too addicting. Both of you so consumed with lust that you didn’t realise you were making too much noise.

Osferths free hand moved to grip your arse helping you move firmer against him, his whimpers were a telltale sign he was about to cum. “I’m not going to last-” He gasped. You held your breath as your own peak washed over you, clenching around nothing as you cried out his name.

Osferth, now even more desperate for his own release, ground his feet on the bed and fake fucked into you causing his own orgasm as his seed coated the inside of his pants in ropes. His gasps and pleads fell on deaf ears as you were still high in the clouds, his pants now wet with his own arousal.

He stilled his movements and let go of your hands, you now placing them on his chest instead. Breathy laughs escape you at the thought of having dry-humped your ‘friend’ like a horny animal. He smiled and let out a sigh, his head resting on the wall behind the bed. “Oi! I thought you were going to guard the monk not hump him!”

Finan’s voice penetrated the walls of your chamber. Both of you flushed with embarrassment, you completely forgot that both Sihtric and Finan were literally in the next guest chamber. Your head fell on his chest and he couldn’t help the chuckle escaping him.

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lovingclare · 3 days ago

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Brain rot so bad I’m posting on Tumblr💔

Haymitch x gn reader rambling ig?!?!

Word count: 1.2k

He’s a stubborn alcoholic with depression who copes by being rude or otherwise sarcastic, you test his patience SO MUCH. He knows he hates you, that’s about it, but also he finds a good deal of fun in goading you and bantering with you whenever you’re around. This man is a handful, and he’s mean, and he has literally no patience for bs.

Idk how you win him over, the logistics don’t matter rn I’m going nutty thinking about him. Imo I love the whole co-mentor thingy, anything that forces him to be around you bc otherwise he’s off hiding somewhere moping. Like imagine being depressed together, fighting over your different tastes in drinks or coping. He’s hugging a whole bottle of liquor or maybe wine if it’s fancy enough and he’s scrutinizing your fruity cocktail like it’s any of his business.

Especially love the thought of getting drunk with him, at this point he just falls asleep when he’s buzzed but he’s trying to stay awake just to bicker and get as much of a reaction from you as he can. The only time he shuts up is if you roast tf out of him, he’d slump down into a chair or on the couch mumbling something barely coherent and then he’s out like a light.

Or, even better, you’re both sleepy drunks and start nodding off at the bar. You barely remember the walk to bed, all you know is somehow you’re still arguing with Haymitch. He throws himself onto the mattress, your mattress, both to piss you off and because he’s too burnt out to bother walking to his own bed across the hall. You flop down next to him and then all of a sudden you’re waking up hungover and half hugging that fool. The both of you freak out to find you’re in bed with one another, fearing the worst, and eventually having to accept the harsh reality that you spent the whole night cuddling and nothing more.

He doesn’t just refuse to admit he likes you, he’s literally oblivious to even the idea of it. No he definitely doesn’t enjoy your company, and he definitely doesn’t seek you out, and there’s no way he would ever think about you outside of your brief and unfortunate interactions. But then you start joking around talking about some pretty celebrity or a handsome victor from another district and suddenly he’s so defensive.

“Her? She’s two faced.”

“Him? He’s not even average.”

“Them? They’re frugal.”

He can’t even begin to realize he’s getting jealous, he’s too busy trying to shoot down all your compliments to these half baked crushes.

But if you compliment him he thinks you’re joking. You say he looks handsome and he’s all “Haha, very funny, y’know you look good too- with your mouth shut.” He’s gonna go for the jugular, but also he finds it getting harder and harder to insult you. Since when did your annoying smile become something he could tolerate? He must still be drunk..

You’ve wormed your way into his life and his head and suddenly you’re over at his house in the Victor’s Village, cleaning up for him while talking about self care and how he deserves it. You’re infuriating, and yet his lawn is trimmed and his walkway is clear of weeds and even his bookshelves are free of dust- and maybe he should go outside for a bit today and get some fresh air.

You’re tidying everything up and then he’s bringing you some old Knick Knacks, keeping track of your hobbies so he can leave you gifts, forcing you to sit down and relax for a minute between daily stressors. You call him an enabler and the laughter that follows makes your heart all fuzzy in the worst way. Every time you do something for him he thanks you in a way that makes it clear he didn’t think anyone would ever do this for him. And when you thank him for his gifts, his occasional reality checks, and his unwilling hospitality, he can’t help but feel more proud than he should that something he did held even an ounce of substance in your life.

How do you even confess??? Do you??? It’s like one second nothing was there and the next you both just agreed that you were a thing, end of discussion. He’s yours, you’re his. You’ve basically moved in at this point, and you’ve been egging him on and showing him he’s worth the effort, and it’s starting to get through his thick skull that maybe there’s worth in improvement. You don’t fix him, as I said before, he’s stubborn, but he finds his own rationale getting weaker and weaker each time he tries to argue why he should go out for drinks tonight. And then when things break and you’re telling him just what he means to you, he’s finding himself falling into you like a damn safety net.

And once he’s got you he is not letting go.

Protective is one thing, this man is clingy. Like Velcro. But he’s a brat and he’s not going to let you tell him how needy he is, it’s just a coincidence that he’s always by your side. He’ll say he’s “keeping you in line” its “your fault” because you’re in his way, but you both know he’s been following you around on his own fruition. He’s attached to your hip at this point, literally. He has a particular affinity though, and that’s hugging you from behind. He just comes up like he owns the place and wraps his arms around your midsection, shoving his face into the back of your neck with the biggest sigh he can muster. And if you reach up to play with his hair that’s it, he’s going to drag you to whatever couch is closest and have an impromptu nap session.

Also did I mention he’s petty? Because he is. And he’s annoying unlike anything. You go to sit down in a chair? He’s already seated in it, patting for you to come into his lap. You want to try a bite of his food? He’s making you take it from his mouth. You need to shower? He’s asking to come so he can keep you company. And if you let him join you, he’s 100% sitting there watching while going on about how “you missed a spot” just to see how irritated you can get.

Letting him come into the bathroom with you when you shower is like making a deal with the devil. This man is going above and beyond for your attention while you’re trying to focus on the task at hand. He’s definitely offering to help you out, saying he can scrub your back for you and all that, it’s up to you whether you let him join or kick him out.

Either way after you’re done he’s so soft and tender, wrapping you in a towel and drying your face off, saying you look like a drowned rat while also telling you that you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. He ruffles your hair with the towel just to squeeze it around you and grab you by your waist, pulling you until you kiss him. But if you’re still mad at him he’ll keep drying you off and messing with you until he can get you to crack a smile, and then he’s peppering kisses all over your cheeks as you push his face away.

He’s a nuisance, but he’s your nuisance, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ummm anywho that’s all I got 🙏

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