#the last kingdom prompt

[popcorn1989]

I'm making a list of requested prompts here because there are more than I expected, and my masterlist will soon be too full otherwise. You can find the prompt list HERE, requests are welcome, but I don't write immediately, but try to do everything bit by bit :)

The oranges are still open request. Please be patient.

Uhtred x Reader --- "Are you naked?"

Uhtred x Reader --- "Do you really want to go in there?"

Uhtred x F!Reader --- "Who hurt you?"

Osferth x Reader --- "I think of you every day"

Osferth x Reader --- "Haven't seen you for a long time"

Sihtric x Finan --- "Does it Hurt a Lot?"

Sihtric x Reader --- "Is that an Order?"

Sihtric x F!Reader --- "I can't stand her"

Sihtric x F!Reader x Finan --- "The way you look, you should leave it"

Finan x Reader --- "You can't fight everyone"

Finan x Osferth x Reader --- "I will Always Love you"

[benevolenterrancy]

(Unseen Academicals, Terry Pratchett) I think Shang Qinghua and Ponder Stibbons should have tea and compare notes about somehow accumulating so much behind-the-scenes power by doing menial jobs no one else wants that they could basically run the show if they wanted...

meanwhile we have Shen "meh good enough" Qingqiu

[daeyumi]

Sidequesting 🏞️🎨✏️

[Linktober 2022 Day 22: Npc]

[demigoddessqueens]

KINKTOBER 2024 - demon sex

MDNI, SMUT, NSFW

a/n - got into Last Kingdom, stayed for the monk, also here on ao3

Pairing: Osferth x succubus!reader

Word count: 0.7k

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As different as his life turned out, from priest to mercenary, Osferth still finds himself seeking refuge in old habits. Fortunately for you, it called to you like blood in the water.

The human still said his prayers before every night, despite the blood on his hands. You sensed that it brought him comfort in this brutal word, although your ideas of “comfort” to help him varied of the carnal ones.

Appearing as an enticing figure to the young man, you cooed his name as you kissed past his protests.

”I-I’ve heard of your kind before…a-a succubus…”

That dark laugh from you did little to soothe his unease. He said with such fear yet almost sounded enticed.

“D-demon, what would you want from me?”

You fondled his hair before pressing up further against him. Osferth swallows hard as he sees the fangs in your smile. A clawed hand grazes along the free skin of his neck before you pull him into a deep kiss. Thankfully this was only a dream as the monk let his moans ring out.

“Something only mortals like you can provide, and from hearing your pleas to your god, I would oblige to it.”

Your body is pressed tightly against his, and you draw him into a slow, deep kiss again. The stiff demeanor tries to prevail at first, but gradually, his lips move along with yours as his tongue slides into your mouth with a low needy moan.

“If I give you want you want, monster, but ngh—if I do, will you stop tormenting my thoughts?”

You cup a hand between his legs as he clenches his eyes shut.

“Only if you truly desire that, human.”

You work open his robes and tug the fabric down from his legs, freeing the now rock-hard manhood within. He's…prominent. Soft hairs lead down from his stomach to what your mouth waters at. While the rest matches his body, the tip is such a pink color it matches the blush on his cheeks.

Practically salivating at the sight, you utter a pleased little moan as you lower yourself between his legs until you can place a deep, lavish kiss to the crown of his cock. Feeling greedy, you begin to lap and suck more along the column of his cock. Osferth writhed and whined beneath your touch, struggling not to cave to the carnal pleasures he denied his body.

Why was he trying to deny himself? Hypocritical as that was. He’s been to brothels before with the others, yes! But he was a monk before. It was another to lie with another but a demon he’s heard countless horrors about?

Once you’ve had your fill, you gradually sink down onto his cock, moaning happily as it fills you inch by inch. You feel the tightened grip on your body, and see the way his eyes are wide in arousal. The way he bites at his lip to keep from crying out only spurs you on to get a reaction from him.

By the time you've taken him to the hilt, you're panting softly with you head tilted back as your body thrashes for him. You can't recall the last time you felt so perfectly full from a mortal and so absolutely satisfied.

The full length of his manhood swells and throbs in the throes of his orgasm. Seeing your taut body thrust upon him, Osferth took advantage of your brief vulnerability to flip you beneath him. Wrists caught above your head, you were the tiniest amuse at his forwardness.

”Don’t t-test me demon. I—ungh—mean it—ahh, hells you feel amazing!”

Your laugh was a mix of faux mocking as it blended with his gasps of overstimulation. He thrusted into you with more fervor but you could see those sharpened cheekbones contort in pleasure as the overstimulation got to him.

“We shall see, little monk.”

Osferth awakes in a cold sweat as he gulps down heaves of air to steady himself. There’s a throbbing between his legs and his cloudy mind swims with an image of a face he’s seen before. Looking between himself and the others sleeping, Osferth reaches down.

His cock is already slick from the obscure dream he had so it’s no surprise he’s threatening to burst at any moment into his hand. With one last whimper, the wet mess splays over his hand as the arousal leaves his body.

Before sleep claims him, Osferth could have sworn he saw another human shadow slink away from their camp.

[mahikoto]

Day 4 | SWAP!

Riku's a little different today???

[spaceratprodigy]

💫✨ Precious Stars in the Sky ✨💫

Merry Christmas @fairymistrose !! 💖💙

I've been so excited to show off our favorite cotton candy girlies again 💕

Commission Info | Ko-Fi | My Links

[alexagirlie]

Mini Prompt Monday (a lil late posting it!) - Vacation

So I took advantage of the Mini Prompt in the dunefandomhub discord this week to let me write a little blurb for a lads bonding/boat cruise vacation idea I've recently added to my WIP. And I made the header image!

End game will be Finan x Sihtric from The Last Kingdom.

CW: brief mention of alcohol/drug use and hook up culture. Nothing graphic.

Blurbs under the cut

1. "Finan felt a stab of jealousy as he watched Sihtric wrap himself around the woman he was dancing with. She had big brown eyes and had an intricate pattern of glow in the dark flowers and leaves painstakingly drawn up her arms and across her collarbones. She even had a row of them framing her pretty face."

2. "Sihtric tried to drown his feelings for his best friend, tried to push them away with alcohol in his veins, maybe a tab of something which made his mind soar. He had a different partner each night they stopped on dry land, someone he would never see again. Wouldn't have to look in their eyes the next morning and pretend he hadn't pictured Finan in their place."

[kyoshi-week]

KYOSHI ERA WEEK 2024: PROMPT SUBMISSIONS

Submissions will be open until April 1st!

Submit prompts

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[making-my-wey-down-town]

November prompt list challenge 2022, Day 10 - Fantasy

Here your Brave Knight Sun ⚔️ ☀️ and your Charming Prince Moon 👑 🌙 💞💗💖💘

I had so much fun (and a lot of daydreaming) while making this one asdfghasdfgh

Bruh they are just 🤌✨ (yes I’m falling for my own creations, leave me alone kkk)

[flickerintwilights]

Revalink Week 2023, bonus day: Tears of the Kingdom

“I suppose you’d be able to get up to Vah Medoh now,” Revali murmurs, as Link digs his fingers onto the stone block pushing through gravity. His voice is reduced to a brief gust of wind on his ears, his hair, his skin, and Link hates it in its impermanence.

“I was wrong,” he continues, and Link hears him from so far away and he— “Should’ve known you’d find a way up. All on your own.”

He doesn’t hear him sigh. The wind breathes around him, a living thing, and he lets go. It carries him to the golden grass.

Green light bursts in streaks from the bokoblin horn at the outstretching of Link’s hand, and the horn binds itself to his sword with a twine of energy. He grins and examines the new weapon, testing its balance, the feeling of the horn’s tips slicing through the air.

A turquoise glow kindles in his peripheries. The shape of a wing, like light solidified, reaches out to prod the fused sword.

“Hm.”

Link hefts the weapon cheerfully and signs with his off-hand. “I like it.”

A scoff. Green streaks dance at the edge of his vision. Turquoise, like flame. “You would.”

“That’s cheating.”

Link shakes his head, laughing. It’s cheating and he knows it. Revali knows he knows it. That’s funny.

“You cannot just — attach an eyeball to your arrow and let it aim for you, much less a keese eye — why that thing would have anything to do with accuracy, I’ll never know.” Revali presses a wing to his face in exasperation. “You have time magic, how can this possibly be necessary?”

Link shrugs. “I guess I’m bad with a bow,” he signs lightly.

Abruptly, Revali’s demeanor changes. “Right,” he scoffs. Then he vanishes in a glow of turquoise light.

Hyrule is pretty from above.

The sky islands are their own kind of view, golden and perpetually bathed in light — but he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of seeing this on. Sitting here, legs dangling freely off the edge. Alone in the sky with the entire world at his fingertips.

Link feels something on his shoulder, like a cool flame.

“Careful,” Revali says, the pressure of his wing both tangible and not, “you don’t want to fall.”

“I can skydive,” Link signs thoughtfully. “But it’s not the same as flying.”

Revali exhales, and comes down to sit beside him.

The first time Link ascends, green light rippling within the stone, he does it because he has to. The winds can’t carry him through solid matter.

It doesn’t make him feel less guilty. He’s not oblivious. The thing with not talking is that you get good at listening.

When he emerges from the stone, Revali is waiting for him.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised,” he says to the tree on Link’s right, and scoffs with what could so easily be called scorn.

Link raises his hands to sign, but then the wind rises, and Revali is already soaring away.

(A conversation, somewhere beyond:

“I don’t get it.”

“Why he’s staying?”

“It’s been a hundred years. That’s already way too long.”

“It always seemed like he had… trouble, letting go.”

“For this long? Link doesn’t need him anymore, we all see that. Wouldn’t that encourage him to move on?”

“No.”

“I always thought he was stubborn. Too stubborn, really — but he’ll only move on when he’s ready.”

“I just don’t understand why he didn’t pass on when we did.”

“You want to know what I think? He wasn’t satisfied. He wanted more.”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

“Him more than most, I think.”)

Tulin beams at Link, face flushed with cold and sweat. “That was amazing!” he exclaims. “You’re so much better than I am. Still! I’ve been practicing at the Flight Range, every day. My dad’s been helping me, but he’s still recovering.”

“I can help you,” Link offers.

“Really?” Tulin bursts out, bouncing lightly. “Oh, wow.”

“The Flight Range was always supposed to be a training ground. Or Revali said so.”

Tulin seems even more excited at that. “Master Revali?” he says, awestruck. “Do you think he’d be happy? That… I want to learn?”

Without needing to think, Link signs, “Yes.”

Link is adjusting Tulin’s aim one day, gently nudging his wings to different positions to guide his sightline to his target, all the way on the other side of the hollow. They’re on the little wooden walkway extending over the updrafts, so the updrafts are fairly strong even up here, enough to stick Tulin’s feathers up as he shifts around.

At Link’s step back and encouraging thumbs-up, Tulin releases the arrow. It thuds directly into the center of the target.

Tulin lowers the bow with a bright grin, then takes a running leap off the walkway and spreads his wings. The wind spirals upward, lifting him over Link’s head.

He looks up.

A spark of blue-green.

Revali is standing on the edge of the mountainside, watching Tulin laugh, bend his bow in midair, send arrows flying at the targets. His whoop whenever a target splinters echoes on the wind.

He turns to look at Link. He’s smiling. Soft, tentative.

Link smiles back.

[persephones-journey]

HMMMM.... ALL OF THEM? #11, 12 & 13 😈

Here you go. I hope it lives up to what you wanted

Finan turned and looked at Aisling as she rode beside him. She was wrapped in her blue velvet cloak, sullen and quiet. He sighed. He reached out to take her hand but she moved her horse away.

She would not even look at him.

A far cry from the girl who, five days before, was kissing him so recklessly in a dim hallway.

Aisling giggled and moaned into his mouth as he pinned her to cold stone wall. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body against his. His hands grabbed her ass through her dress and tugged her closer kissing her over and over.

“I missed ya,” he breathed out as he kissed along her jaw and neck.

He knew if they were caught, he was risking everything. She was a ward of the King, her brothers exiled away and their lands torn away.

She was meant for more than him, a lowly foreign exiled prince who was penniless.

And yet, all she wanted was him.

“I missed you more,” she answered as she hummed as he sucked on her neck and collarbone.

“There's the village Osferth spoke of,” she said softly.

Finan looked ahead. Sure enough, the village rose up ahead of them. Osferth, Aisling's close friend and a monk had not been wrong. He was back with Sihtric, another warrior fixing the broken carriage wheel. Finan had not wanted Aisling to be out in the open too long, least someone get the idea to kidnap her.

Or bed her.

Which is all you have been thinking about, Finan thought as they rode up to the inn.

Aisling dismounted from her horse and stood beside him as he did the same. He handed the reins to a stable boy and pressed his hand on Aisling's lower back leading towards the inn. He felt everyone's eyes on them.

He didn't like it but they had little choice.

He pushed open the door to the inn and walked inside. He heard the laughter of the drunkards gathered around the fire. Aisling tensed beside him but she said nothing. He lead her towards the back of the room where he saw the owner pouring ale.

“Do you have any rooms available?” he asked softly.

“Aye,” the man said. “One left, but I am a god fearing establishment here and will not let ya have it to bed ya mistress,” he nodded towards Aisling.

“I am his wife, good sir,” she answered pointedly. “We are also god fearing people,” she added with a sneer.

Finan's heart pounded hard in his chest. His wife? Aisling? If only. He saw the owner huff and look at Finan. Finan dug in his pocket pulled out some coins. The owner produced a key and Finan took it as the owner took the coin. He took Aisling's hand then and pulled her down the short hall towards the stairs.

They climbed them quietly and to the second floor. Finan saw their room, it was at the end of the hall and the door was opened. He walked down with Aisling following him. He stepped into the room first. It was not much but it was clean and dry.

Aisling walked into the room and Finan wasted no time in closing the door and locking it. He turned and saw her pulling off her cloak and tossing it aside. She turned and looked at him, her simple travelling gown, a beautiful shade of navy blue. His eyes looked at her cleavage as she pulled off her French hood and tossed it aside.

“I will need help getting out of my dress,” she whispered softly.

“Of course,” Finan whispered. She turned her back to him and he walked over to her. “We should not have left Ealhswith with Sihtric and Osferth,” he said as she pulled her hair over her shoulder. Ealhswith was Aisling's lady maid and close friend.

She snorted. “Ealhswith is in love with Sihtric,” she answered. “I do not believe she was going anywhere without him.”

Finan frowned as he slowly pulled on the ties of her dress. “Does Sihtric know?”

She nodded. “He does,” she glanced over her shoulder at him, “he wishes to ask the King permission to marry her.”

Finan's fingers shook. He was reminded then of why they were in this village. They were riding to bring Aisling from London to Chester where she would marry Lord Aethelred, Duke of Chester.

He would lose her.

“Finan?” she whispered.

He let his hands drop. He placed them at her waist. He leaned in closer and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. He felt her lean back against him.

“I,” he paused, “I do not wish to be here,” he said.

Silence.

“Do you believe I wish to be here either?” she asked her voice soft.

He closed his eyes. “I want,” he stopped. He could not say it. To speak it would be treason. She was the ward of the King. She was promised to another.

He opened his eyes when Aisling turned around in his arms. He looked down at her as she pressed her hands to his plain tunic. Her ocean blue eyes looked into his; into his soul.

“Tell me exactly what you want,” she whispered her voice so low Finan barely heard her over the sounds coming from below.

He leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers. His hands moved from her waist to her back. He began pulling more on the ties there. His brown eyes never left her ocean blue ones.

“I want to make you mine,” he breathed out.

He expected Aisling to be angry, to pull away from him. Instead, she stepped closer. She began to slowly undo the buttons on his tunic. Her eyes never left his and he saw his own desire reflected in them.

She wanted for him as much as he wanted her.

“Do it,” she whispered as she pressed her lips closer to his. “Make me yours,” she added. She pressed her body hard against his, closer than she had ever done it before. “Please, mark me,” she breathed out her lips pressing against his, “mark me as yours.”

Finan kissed her. Hard and deep. His hands pulled her dress from her shoulders, pulling the ties out. It fell around her feet in a crumpled pile. He wrapped an arm around her and picked her up. He kicked her dress aside and carried her to the bed. He moved his lips from hers and nuzzled his face in her neck. He nipped on her skin there, loving how she moaned and pressed her body against his. He shrugged off his tunic leaving him only in his thin white shirt. He felt Aisling's fingers pull on the ties as his own fingers went to work freeing her of her stays.

“I love ya,” he breathed out into her skin. His hands pulled her stays apart and tossed them aside. He sucked on her pulse point, biting it. He pulled away to see that the skin there was already red, he looked at her face. He saw her eyes on him. “I love ya, Aisling,” he whispered again.

Her eyes filled with tears. “I love you,” she whispered. “I do not wish to be apart from you, Finan. I do not wish to have some other man as my husband. I want you.”

He smiled. He knew it was madness; love induced madness. But he smiled anyway at the thought of her loving him. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. He pulled her close, feeling the softness of her line shift against his skin. He kissed her again, slower, deeper. He felt her hands on his chest. Her fingers stroking his chest hair and pressing into his skin.

Her touch was divine against his skin; her hands warm and soft. He moaned and pressed his forehead against hers. He reached up and played with the strings holding her shift closed as he felt her hands run down his chest to his stomach and his trousers. He felt her pop the first button.

“I want ya as my wife,” he whispered to her. “I want to marry ya and bed ya every night.”

He felt her pop another button. “Let's run away together,” she whispered suddenly. “Bed me tonight, make me yours, and tomorrow, let us go. Find a priest who will marry us.”

Finan groaned but his fingers pulled the string to her shift and watched as it come undone. “It's madness, Aisling,” he whispered as he watched her shift fall open and slip from her shoulders.

“Then let us be mad together,” she whispered as she popped open the last button on his trousers.

He watched as she stepped back and pulled her shift completely off. She kicked off her shoes and stood there, naked but for her stockings. He watched as she sat on the bed, completely unfazed with being naked in front of him. She leaned back on her elbows and smiled at him. He leaned down and rid himself of his boots. He pushed his trousers down then and kicked them aside, leaving him in his hose. He pulled those down as well and tossed them aside.

He looked at Aisling, meeting her eyes as she took in his naked form. His cock, hard and standing upright. She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

“You look like a Greek god,” she answered as he walked towards her.

He watched as she opened her legs, spreading them wider so he could step in between them. He did not know if she meant to do it, but it gave him a look at her cunt. He saw that it was wet, glistening, and so perfect. The rust red hair on it matched her hair on her head and he found himself falling to his knees.

He was going to worship her.

“And ya,” he whispered as he placed his hands on her thighs, “ya are a goddess,” he added. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her calf, then behind her knee. “Venus reborn,” he muttered into her skin as he kissed higher.

She chuckled. “I am not,” she whispered.

Finan turned and repeated the kisses on her other leg. He let his hands move closer to her cunt, his fingers and lips loving the feel of her soft skin against them. He had ached for this. He had dreamed of having her naked beneath him.

He had dreamed of making her his.

“Ya're,” he breathed out as his fingers reached her cunt. He let them gently play with her wetness. She sighed and moaned. He looked up at her face. She met his eyes and he smiled. “Ya are my goddess,” he whispered.

Before she could answer, he buried his face in her cunt. She gasped as he licked her folds, tasting her sweetness. She moaned and he felt her fingers in his hair, tugging on it. He let his tongue part her folds and lick around her entrance, drinking her juices from their source. He held her thighs when she wrapped her legs around his head. His nose rubbed up and down against that pleasure nub and he heard her breathing turn more into huffs and puffs. His fingers dug into her thighs as he moved his mouth up to her nub.

“Finan,” she breathed out as his tongue lapped against her nub, over and over.

He was no stranger to pleasuring women. He had his fair share of women in his bed since he was a young man. He knew how to make women come. The only question was to find out what made Aisling come and come hard.

He moved so his mouth was completely covering her nub. He began to suck on it, his tongue swirling around it every once and a while. He felt her legs tighten around his head as they began to shake and tremble. His fingers dug into her thighs more and he knew that he would leave behind bruises but he didn't care. His cock ached and precum dripped from its tip begging him to be buried in her.

He moved one hand from her thigh and rubbed his fingers along her entrance, getting them wet before he slid one inside of her. She was so tight and warm. He almost came right there. She gripped his hair tighter and tugged on it. He did not stop. He slowly slipped another finger in her, scissoring her entrance, stretching her. She moaned and arched her hips.

“Finan,” she moaned his name and he felt her clench around his fingers.

He turned his fingers and crooked them, pressing them into the pleasure spot he knew was inside of her cunt. She moaned deeply and he had to press a hand on her stomach to hold her down on the bed. She came, her whole body trembling and her back arching off the bed. He continued to suck and swirl around her nub over and over. He felt her trembling being to slow and stop. Her breathing slowed and sounded normal. He continued to stretch her with his fingers slowly sliding a third one in, both loving and hating how tight she was.

“Finan,” she cried. He pulled his mouth from her nub and kissed up her stomach and between her breasts as she seemed to begin to sob.

“Shh,” he whispered as he turned and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He let his tongue swirl around her nipple as she huffed. He pulled his mouth from her nipple and turned to move to the other one. “Take slow breaths, my love,” he whispered as he took her other nipple in his mouth doing the same to that one as he had to the other one.

“I,” she took a slow breath, “that was too much,” she whispered.

He smiled against her skin. He pulled his mouth away from her nipple and kissed up her chest to her neck. He nipped and sucked on the bruise forming there. He turned and finally pressed a kiss to her lips, his fingers moving in and out of her, stretching her as his cock ached and twitched.

“That was nothing,” he whispered pulling his lips away from hers. “It gets better.”

She looked at him, her ocean blue eyes filled with desire and tears. “Are you going to make me yours now?” she asked softly.

He nodded. “If ya want me to,” he stated.

She was quiet. He knew that it was asking a lot. If she let him claim her, and they did not get married, she would forever be tainted. He could and probably would walk away without consequence. But not her. She nodded, finally.

“I want you to,” she whispered as she pressed a hand to his cheek. “I would rather have you, someone I love and trust, take my maidenhead then some one else who will not care about me or my discomfort.”

Finan kissed her again. He stood and slowly pulled his fingers from her. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her. He placed her in the middle of the bed and he climbed over her. He went on his knees in between her legs and pulled her closer so his cock rested on her mound. Her legs were on either side of his hips and he gently rubbed them.

“I love ya,” he whispered softly.

“And I love you,” she answered.

He took his cock in hand and slowly moved it, rubbing the tip up and down her folds, getting it wet. He made sure to rub it around her nub looking up at her face. She let her head fall back and he saw her grip the blankets in her hand. He slowly moved his tip down and pressed it into her entrance. He moved so slowly, gently pressing more and more into her. She gasped and let his thumbs rub circles in her thighs.

“Are ya all right?” he asked softly.

She nodded. “It just,” she opened her eyes and looked at him, “it feels both odd and perfect at the same time.”

He leaned down and kissed her, feeling her heat surround his cock. He was holding on so hard not to come. He needed to show her how pleasurable it could be, the joining of two people in love. He did not want to disappoint her.

“Can I keep going?” he asked his lips still against her.

“Please,” she breathed out her fingers gripping his arms.

He nodded. He pressed his forehead against hers and slowly pressed into her more. He moved slowly until he glanced down and saw he was almost completely inside of her. He thrusted his hips and filled her completely. She gasped and dug her nails into his arms. He held himself still waiting. He kissed her nose and her cheeks. She nodded, telling him she was all right. He kissed her again and slowly pulled his cock from her, dragging it out.

“Oh,” she gasped as he did.

“I promise ya, ya will not regret this,” he whispered against her lips.

He thrusted into her again. Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist. He smiled against her lips and he did it again; dragging his cock and thrusting it back in. He did it over and over. She moaned and gasped as her finger nails raked down his chest.

He moved his face and nuzzled it in her neck as he pressed his forehead to her shoulder. He felt her clenching around him, telling him she was close to coming. He continued his pace of dragging his cock from her and thrusting it back in. He loved the sounds she made; the moans, the sighs, her whimpers. He also loved the sound of his cock sliding into her wet cunt.

“Please, please,” she begged as she raked her nails down his back.

“Shh,” he whispered as his hands gripped her thighs. “Soon,” he promised.

She clenched around him, tighter and he knew she was so close. He moved one hand between them. It only took a couple swipes of his fingers on her nub before she came, crashing into the pleasure. She moaned his name, it echoing loudly in the room. She clamped down on his cock and he did not move. He grunted and moaned and couldn't stop himself. He came as her cunt squeezed his cock harder. He filled her with his seed.

He let his body fall over hers, feeling her body tremble as she held him tighter and tighter. He grabbed her thighs and let his fingers rub her skin as his own body twitched as he finished emptying his seed into her. He kissed her neck and sucked on it.

Moments passed. He held her tight, not wanted to leave her. She held him just as tight.

“I will not lose you,” she whispered into the quiet of the room.

“And I will not lose ya,” he answered.

***

Finan looked at Sihtric and Osferth. He expected them to arrest him right there. Hell, perhaps even kill him. Aisling stood off to the side with Ealhswith.

They stood at a crossroads. One road would lead them to Chester. The other road, it would them to Northumbria, where Aisling's brothers were.

Where she could be free and he could marry her.

“Do you love him?” Osferth asked as he turned and looked at Aisling.

Finan looked at Aisling. It had been two days since he had taken her, made her his, marked her. They stole many moments since, and she had other marks on her skin. He did as well.

She looked at Osferth. “I do,” she whispered. “I do not want to be Lord Aethelred's wife. I do not wish to be a duchess,” she looked at Finan, “I wish to be Finan's wife. Even if it means I will have nothing. I will at least have him.”

Finan felt tears come to his eyes. He nodded. He looked at Sihtric. Sihtric looked at him. “What are we waiting for?” he asked. “We are wasting daylight.”

He smiled. Aisling ran over to him and jumped in his arms. He grabbed her and held her tight kissing her deeply.

“We need to stop at the very first church we find,” Ealhswith said. “I will not have my lady with child before she is married.”

Sihtric and Osferth laughed while Aisling blushed. Finan pulled away and kissed her cheeks, where they were getting red.

“Should I tell her ya may already be carrying my babe?” he teased.

She smacked his cheek. “Do not,” she whispered.

He kissed her again, holding her tight and close.

He would marry her.

He would make her his.

And after, they would deal with the problems that came. As long as they were together, he did not care about the rest.

[popcorn1989]

I honestly would love any whumpy Sihtric stories, but if I had to choose then I would request “does it hurt a lot?” With him (also love Sihtric/Finan ship). Thank you ❤️

Note: Love these two, thanks Anon, I had a lot of fun writing this.

Pairing: Sihtric x Finan

Summary: The battle was finally over, the Danes attacking Coccham running away in droves now. Sihtric had just killed the last brave Dane who was still attacking him furiously. Finan watched as Sihtric was struck in the head by the opponent's sword pommel. But by the time he reached Sihtric, the attacking Dane was already down. But Finan was being motherly, far too motherly by Sihtric's standards.

Warning: Actually nothing but some blood and Finan's care for his Danish friend.

Prompt List - here

Sihtric drew his ax from the Dane's neck and exhaled heavily. He clipped his ax to his belt and put his hands on his hips as he watched the last of the Danes shrink as they run away from Coccam. The second attack, after a short while, but Uhtred had hoped that this would be the last attack, for their numbers were dwindling and they, on the other hand, suffered few casualties. With Finan's idea to trap the Danes, the second attack of the Danes went better and ended faster.

He was just spitting on the lying Dane when Finan grabbed his shoulder and turned to face him. "It's all ok?" Sihtric nodded in bewilderment and grinned, delighted to see his friend, whom he considered a brother, alive. But Finan fingered his armor. "Really? What is that?" Finan asked, examining the crack in his armor. "I don't know, I guess someone hit me" But before he could say he wasn't hurt, he noticed Finan's fingers, which went into the crack and felt for a wound. He was shaken by Finan, but he put a hand on Finan's to stop him from widening the crack. "Stop it now"

"Really now? I'm not wounded," Sihtric spoke when he saw Finan checking his fingers for blood. "You never know, you're so in Rage that sometimes you don't realize it until later, maybe Osferth should look at the skin afterward." Finan spoke in worry. Sihtric raised his eyebrows in disbelief. But before he could say anything, Finan walked around him, but he stopped with the first steps. "Oh no, I'm telling you, you're wounded." Sihtric looked at his upper right arm.

"It's nothing... What... What the hell are you doing?" he asked as Finen felt the wound with his finger and looked more closely "Your luck, just a scratch, doesn't need stitches" Sihtric shook his head as Finen made his way forward and now stood behind him. "I watched you, fought like a weasel" - "So that's what you did, just stood there and watched, that's why there were so many men I had to fight" - "That's not quite right, some of them attacked me" - "Oh, so you had to fight?" - "Yes, I did both, fighting and looking."

"Well, someone has to watch over you while... Oh no, your dagger is gone," he said, tapping the empty scabbard at his back. "It must be in somebody of this one," he said irritably, and pointed to the surrounding dead bodies with both hands. "You sure you're alright, Finan? Did you get hit on the head?" he asked now, as Finan appeared on his left side. "Would you like me to help you find it?" he said, when he wanted to touch his arm with his hand again.

Sihtric avoided his touch and looked down at his arm, "It's dirt and no, you don't need to look, I'll find it." For a long time he watched Finan, who thoughtfully searched the corpses, looking for the dagger "I said, I don't need your help ... gods... are you alright?" he now asked. Finan nodded when he first saw Sihtric's face, and his eyes widened. "Good God, would you rather sit down?" he spoke and grabbed Sihtric's shoulders, so he could help him sit down.

Sihtric got angry, he hated being mothered. "Stop. Stop right there!" he said and snatched away from Finan's efforts to put him on the ground. "I don't want to sit down, I'm fine," he said as he walked a few steps away from Finan and wiped his bloody forehead with the back of his hand. He saw how blood remained on his hand, but he hardly had any pain, a little headache, but he wouldn't tell Finan that now. Who knows what ideas Finan would come up with.

"Gods, I wonder who got hurt here. Your brain must really be bruised" - "Nah, I'm fine, I didn't bruise anything, but you don't look good" - "You don't look good when I'm done with you. Can't you bother someone else?" - "I'm just worried about my best friend" Sihtric's anger faded instantly at Finan's words, and he ginned. "Yes, one question, Finan, you could have just asked one question instead of acting like a mother"

Finan nodded and looked down, "So?" he asked, nudging some dirt aside with his shoes. "So what?" Finan cleared his throat and looked back at Sihtric. "Does it hurt a lot?" Sihtric rolled his eyes. He shook his head annoyed, the people in the square were already busy removing the bodies of the attackers, and he saw Uhtred standing by Osferth. "You know, it would hurt less if we got drunk now" Sihtric said and nodded his head to the tavern.

Finan followed his gaze, Uhtred and Osferth were about to enter the tavern. "I call that a very good idea," he said, happily nudged his friend with his fist, Sihtric put an arm around Finan's shoulders, and together they walked in Uhtred's direction. "But first Osferth looks at your wounds" said Finan. "Gods," Sihtric said, pushing Finan away, who stopped and made a gesture of - what did I say? - before following Sihtric.

[mirdaniaa]

47 and Aelswith. You can decide the pairing lololol

“No, you must pay your neighbor, or forfeit the land entirely,” Aelswith says, holding up a hand to stop the Centishman before he can interrupt her again. “That is my final decision.” She turns to Father Beocca. “Who is the next petitioner?”

Beocca opens his mouth to announce him, but she recognizes the familiar, hulking shape all too well.

“Uhtred,” she says through clenched teeth, gripping the arms of the throne.

He grins as he saunters into the hall, as calmly as though he is the lord here and she his guest. “Lady Aelswith. Do you rule Wessex today? Where is Alfred”

She folds her hands in her lap. “I am merely receiving petitioners while the king attends to more pressing matters.”

Uhtred comes far too close to her, resting his dirty boot on the footstool that has been brought out for her. “More pressing matters,” he echoes, his eyes glittering as though he doesn’t quite believe her. “Is he with another woman?”

She grips the arms of the throne.

“Uhtred!” Beocca thunders.

“Out, all of you!” Aelswith snaps.

Beocca and the guards are only too happy to obey, unwilling to be part of whatever ugliness is about to unfold. The double doors fall shut, leaving Aelswith to deal with Uhtred alone.

“You should mind that tongue of yours,” she hisses.

“I should, lady,” he says seriously. He kicks the footstool aside and kneels, his body settling between her legs. “I should put it somewhere safe. Between your legs, perhaps?”

She gasps, trying to clamp her legs together and only succeeding in pulling Uhtred deeper between them. “Uhtred! That is…that is not…”

“Not what your husband would do?” His hands rest on her thighs, stroking her through her dress. “He should, lady. If he was as wise as men claim, he would be on his knees before you night and day.”

“Uhtred,” she says, far more breathlessly than she means to.

“It should be you, sitting the throne and wearing the crown,” he murmurs. “Not Alfred.”

“Uhtred, I have heard enough,” she says more firmly.

He shrugs. “If you insist, lady.” And with that, he pushes up her hem, resting her legs over his shoulders.

“Uhtred!” she hisses, smacking at his head as she glances fearfully at the door.

“I made Alfred a king,” he reminds her, his breath warm against her center. “I could make you a queen.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but the words don’t quite come. She imagines herself as queen, Alfred’s crown resting upon her head.

She leans back, pulling her dress up even higher. “Persuade me.”

Uhtred grins, and does just that.

[titlemewickedwonderland]

REQUEST ARE OPEN!

Hello, my little Wonderlings! I know it has been a while since I have posted much of anything; I have had such a busy few months and writer's block has been a bitch. But, I would like for you guys to know I'm back and ready to start writing again! This means that REQUESTS are OPEN! Below are fandoms that I am happy to be able to write for again! Any questions just PM me! You can choose from a list below the ideas paired up with whatever character you'd like! OR just send me an idea! Even if it's not on the list below I may still write it just hit me up!

Fandoms Below Include

Shadow and Bone

Six of Crows

The Sandman

Doctor Who

Supernatural

Actors (limited; ask first)

The Last Kingdom

Ghost (Limited to Ghouls only)

House of Dragons

Game of Thrones (Limited: ask first)

[NEW!] Anime List Avaliable

Bleach

Naruto

Black Butler

Fairy Tail

My Hero Academia

Fruit Basket

Hellsing

Vampire Knight

If any of these interests you send me a request! More fandoms and animes will be added later when I come across them! But until then let me know what you'd like for me to write for you! :)

[nxrdist]

Hiii, I’m a huge fan of your work, especially Oaths of Loyalty! Tove and Finan are my bbys and o hope you’re doing well and feeling inspired ❤️

Oh my goodness! You have no idea how much this totally made my day! I hope you’re doing good as well anon!

I loved that story so much but it kinda fell away when I moved a few years ago and got a new computer. RIP my outline 🥲. Maybe I’ll skim through it again and make a fresh Finan & Tove playlist this week 🤔

[alexagirlie]

A prompt for you from terrible first meetings: Sihtric/Finan? (Or pairing of your choice!)“We almost died back there. Maybe we should introduce ourselves.”

Well this only took me *checks notes* 4 months but I finally had an idea haha

Hope you enjoy!

Fandom: The Last Kingdom

Pairing: None

Wordcount: :shrug: short haha prompt drabble

CW: implied zombies. Nothing else really. First Meetings.

Taglist: @gemini-mama @foxyanon @legitalicat @thenameswinter99 @arcielee

They raced through the street, the animalistic growling behind them getting fainter and fainter until at last they lost the horde of hungry undead they were trying to escape.

Finan knew they would catch up eventually, that he and the strange man he had crossed paths with needed to find a place to hide until the coast was clear and they could slip out of the city limits. He knew just the place and he grabbed the other mans arm to get his attention.

"This way" he whispered before he dragged the man down an alley way and through a small hole in the fence at the end. They cut across a deserted parking lot, past the desolate gas station and down another street until they came to a single story house surrounded with a tall, sturdy stone fence.

Finan led them to a spot on the fence where the stone had chipped away, leaving the perfect footholds for them to hoist themselves up and over the fence and into the over grown yard.

They caught their breath before Finan turned to the other man and gave him a proper look over.

He was a similar height to Finan and looked well muscled under his tshirt and leather jacket. His hair was a mess of dark curls which fell around his angular face and his beautiful mismatched eyes.

"We almost died back there. Maybe we should introduce ourselves," Finan held out his hand to the other man, "Finan."

The other man took his hand, his grip strong and confident, "Sihtric."

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