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Let's Cause A Little Trouble (Pretty Boys x Dane!Reader)
Summary: You hadn't always been one to steadfastly worship your gods - you would pray before battle and such but nothing more. But when you heard tell of the mischief that surrounded Friday 13th, you felt inclined to celebrate a little more. Shenanigans and silliness with Uhtred and Finan was on the cards. But for your lovers...well, Sihtric and Osferth had something else planned to sate your need for mischief.
All inspired by a post and some research into the Norse Goddess Freya and the lore behind Friday 13th...enjoy!
CW: MINORS DNI, she/her pronouns, afab reader, Dane reader, romantic/polyamorous relationship with Osferth and Sihtric (p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), a nice ye olde trip to Paris, threesome, innuendo, profanity, Sihtric being dominant, Osferth being submissive, reader as a switch. Platonic relationship with Uhtred and Finan, Finan is big bro coded, Uhtred is mother hen, mentions of hunting (Blood Month).
Words: 5576
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It was like the gods were on your side, or at least thatâs what you kept telling everyone.Â
You had always thought the stories of Freya and Friday 13th were nonsense. There was no reason for a number to be considered more sacred, important or whatever else than another. But the more you heard it, the more tempting the idea was. A day where mischief, sensuality and fun were to be had. Thatâs how it was described. All dedicated to the patron goddess of love and fertility. A goddess you, as a Dane believed in.Â
And even more so now, when your two lovers overheard you discussing the day with a few more Danes in Rumcofa. Planning how to celebrate it, now it coincidentally fell during Blood Month. Fate seemed to have planned things perfectly.
Osferth was skeptical. He never belittled your beliefs; your differing religions were rarely a sore point in your relationship with the monk. But he wasnât entirely convinced on using a sacred day to pursue mischief and depravity.
Sihtric however, was more than eager. Whether it was the heightened emotions he felt during Blood Month or his true belief in Friday 13th, you didnât know. But you had never quite seen him so determined to honour a sacred day. And he was more than happy to take to convincing Osferth of its merit.
âThink of the fun we could have, Osferth!â Sihtric laughed, trying yet another tactic to bring the young monk to his way of thinking.
Osferth sighed, Sihtric was a relentless man, stubborn at the best of times. He knew well enough that it would only be a matter of time before he agreed to whatever Sihtric said.Â
âHow is it different from the fun we have now?â Osferth asked, pushing open the door to your house.
Both of them regularly walked in uninvited. It was simply habit that had the three of you living separately, but it also kept the intimate details of your relationship safe from more close-minded observers.
Sihtric opened his mouth to speak when you came hurrying out of your bedroom, piles of cloth in your arms. Neither of them questioned it, preparations for Blood Month were underway and everyone had been roped in to help.
âAre you still not convinced, Osferth?â you asked, placing the cloth into an already half full basket on your table.
Osferth looked between the two of you. Sihtric had a smug smile on his face while you busied yourself with the rest of your supplies for the hunt.
âI justâŚis this really important to you, my love?â Osferth asked, and the look you gave him at the endearment, the gentle blush on your cheeks.
You put down the rest of the cloth in your hands, turning to take his hands in yours.
âI suppose it is. I have never wanted to honour a sacred day beforeâŚbut now I have you both.â
Sihtricâs smile only widened. It was like he could see Osferthâs mind changing. If there was anyone who could convince him, it was you.
âAnd if that sacred day just so happens to mean we can indulge ourselves more than usual, then where is the problem?â Sihtric took a few steps closer to Osferth, his hands coming to rest on the monkâs shoulders.
Between the two of you, Osferthâs resolve was slowly waning. Your fingers circled his palms while Sihtricâs larger hands travelled down and gripped his biceps tight.
With a soft sigh, Osferth nodded. What harm would a little mischief and carnality do?
The hunt was planned. Uhtred and Finan, however, had a little extra planning that they needed your help with. The hunt during Blood Month was a huge event, the entire town would happily get involved.
But this hunt in particular seemed more important than usual. Aethelstan, a royal son being raised in safety by Uhtred and the boys, was about to participate for the first time.
It wasnât that Uhtred had never wanted him to participate, he just wanted him to truly be ready. But that didnât mean Aethelstanâs first hunt was going to be an easy ride.
Finan had got wind of your interest in the mischief that came with Friday 13th and had convinced Uhtred to plan the hunt for that very day. What better way to test Aethelstanâs mettle than with a few well-placed obstacles?
Uhtred had agreed to the plan, on the promise that the pranks were to be harmless fun and nothing more. All that was left was to put said plan into action.
The boys waited for you in the woods outside Rumcofa. Sihtric had been put in charge of preparing Aethelstan to hunt, Osferth was in charge of the post hunt feast.Â
With your laden basket tucked under your arm, your hurried steps took you out to meet your friends.Â
âSo, do you have everything?â Finan called, taking the basket from your hands.
Finan had given you a list of what they needed, and you had provided what you could. Cloth of all different colours and textures, apparently to make what would look like people. Something to throw off Aethelstan as he hunted.
Uhtred was just off in the distance, digging holes to cover with leaves and sticks. Not for Aethelstan, you werenât all that cruel. These were for the boar he would be tasked to hunt. Traps to make sure he at least had a chance of succeeding.
âDo you really think heâs going to believe these are people?âÂ
Your voice held an air of disbelief, but Finan chose to ignore it. He began wrapping the cloth around sacks of what you guessed was hay. Bulked out enough to look like a torso from afar.
âThe adrenaline of the hunt will get him; his mind will be in overdrive.â Finan explained, and you had to admit it made sense.
Hunts werenât that different from battles, you wagered. Adrenaline, the need for survival coursing through your veins, making you focus on your goal not the details around you.
âWe need to scare him a little, hmm? Spook him?â you asked, taking a few rolls of cloth from the basket.
You had seen it before, hanging sheets from trees to spook kids during Samhain â harmless of course. There was no reason why it wouldnât work now either.
You grabbed some rope from Uhtredâs pile, despite his protests and climbed up a nearby tree. It was makeshift, but as you hung the heavy cloth from a branch, it hung just loose enough to look like a cloaked body.
Finan watched, slowly cottoning on to what you meant by âspook himâ. The ideas were simple, but that was the point.Â
The whole of Rumcofa was out of their homes and ale flowed between man and woman alike. The cheers and laughter, you wagered, could probably be heard in the next two towns over.
But that was Blood Month. Anything short of mayhem would be a disappointment.
Tables were laden with food, all brought out into a makeshift town square. Children were running around, chasing each other and pretending to participate in the hunt that would soon come.
You were stood between Sihtric and Osferth. Your relationship was more of a known secret. No one asked, no one talked about it. The three of you simply existed. You were all happy, and that was all that mattered.
Osferth leaned against a nearby house, ale in hand. His free arm was wrapped around your waist, while Sihtricâs was wrapped around your shoulders. There was nowhere else youâd rather be, tucked between your warrior and your monk.
âIs our little Valkyrie ready for the hunt?â Sihtric whispered, leaning down and nudging your cheek with his nose.
Osferth chuckled, Sihtricâs nickname for you was a perfect description. You were fierce yet gentle, a formidable warrior and a beautiful woman.
âAs ready as I could be. Not worried Iâll show you up, are you, boys?â
Now they both laughed, shaking their heads.
They knew you were only teasing, of course, but you enjoyed reminding them of your capabilities. You were a warrior long before you joined Uhtredâs service. Your relationship with Osferth had begun when heâd begged you to show him how to hold a sword.
Osferth had assumed the two of you were together, despite your denials. He had remained your friend at first, kept his distance when heâd seen how Sihtric looked at you. And Sihtricâs denials, or his trips to the different brothels wherever the group travelled. Months passed and the three of you were the closest of friends.
Until one night after a battle, a few months ago now. Osferth had been looking for Sihtric â though he couldnât remember why now â and he could hear the faint sounds of both your voices. But the closer he got, the less it sounded like just a conversation.
It might have been the ale in his veins, but Osferth had found himself at the doorway. Motionless, watching the two of you. You laid out on a bed and Sihtric knelt between your thighs. He knew he should have walked away, but he hadnât. Eyes locked on the way Sihtricâs hands gripped your body, your hands in his hair.Â
Not a single thought had entered his mind until youâd called out to him.
âAre you going to watch or join in, baby monk?âÂ
Osferth had almost choked on his breath, not a sound leaving him. You wanted him to join in? When he didnât answer, Sihtric had chimed in.
âCome on, OsferthâŚI donât mind sharing.â
Sihtric had looked at him over the top of your thigh. There was a look in his eyes that Osferth had only seen when the Dane had looked at a woman. It hadnât taken much more for Osferth to walk into the room.
Your hand reached out for him immediately and Sihtric had buried himself back down between your thighs. Osferth had let you pull him down on to the bed, your lips immediately claiming his and letting him swallow your moans.
Clothes were shed quickly, Osferthâs hands finding purchase wherever he could reach as Sihtric brought you closer and closer to release. Osferth had let you untie his trousers, your hand sliding beneath the fabric and wrapping around his already hardening length.
Somewhere in that time, one of Sihtricâs hands had also found its way beneath Osferthâs robe. Your lips enough to distract the monk from the quick path it made, higher and higher.
The mix of your soft skin beneath his palms, your lips making their way down his neck and Sihtricâs rougher hand joining yours beneath his clothes. Wrapping themselves around his length, a sensation he would never forget.
Osferth couldnât have been sure who was touching him and where. But the sounds of your moans filled his ears and there was little thought left in his mind other than you and Sihtric.
That memory was fresh in Osferthâs mind now. Especially with your and Sihtricâs promise earlier of a little post-hunt mischief and pleasure. The relationship between the three of you was comfortable now, settled into your roles. As was his nature, Sihtric was a little more dominating than Osferth â he was more confident than the young monk romantically and Osferth was more than happy to let the Dane take charge when necessary.
You were comfortably in the middle, all dependant on what your boys needed when you were together. After a battle? None of you really took charge, you just let instinct take you. After a night of drinking, your boys were more than happy to spoil you as they would tell you, you deserved.
Tonight, however, would be an entire mystery.
The crowd cheered again as Aethelstan was led towards the woods, you and the boys following closely behind. Uhtred began to explain the rules, ignoring how you and Finan would snicker as if forgetting your plan for mischief was supposed to be a secret.
The boar squealed in the distance, held by a fellow warrior with a thick stretch of rope.
To his credit, Aethelstan looked nervous. You viewed the younger Saxon as something of a brother, doing what you could to look out for him.
Except for today, of course. But was a hunt without a little danger?
âAre you ready, Aethelstan?â you smiled, squeezing his shoulder as he stared at the boar in front of him.
He said nothing and you couldnât help but laugh at the way his eyes got wider the longer he stared. Part of you wanted to boost his morale, but Finan was quicker than you to speak up.
âOh, itâs just a wee boar! As long as you donât get on the sharp end of those tusksâŚyouâll be fine!â Finan smacked Aethelstan on the back and you swore he went grey.
âThat thing is small!?â Aethelstan choked out and you couldnât hide your laugh.
âYou are a man, arenât you, Aethelstan? You did promise Uhtred you were readyâŚâ
You were already walking off before Aethelstan could respond, hopping onto Finanâs back as the two of you began to imitate the boar. Screeching and squealing, your hands mimicking the tusks as Finan ran around.
The two of you kept running, earning exasperated looks from your friends. But today was all about mischief, and if there was anyone who fuelled the chaos withinâŚit was Finan.
The Irishman was like an older brother who preferred to indulge your bad decisions that advise you against them. Which made him a perfect partner in crime for this most chaotic of days.
The boar had been released and as the squealing began to fade into the shadow of the forest, Uhtred signalled for the hunt to begin. Aethelstan was pushed to the front, instructed to listen out for particular sounds. The crackling of twigs, broken under the panicked feet of a boar, for example.
Uhtred and Sihtric entered behind him first, splitting up and heading for the outskirts of the forest. Finan, Osferth and you were next. Being a little nimbler than the boys, you took to clambering into the trees and over moss covered rocks. You and Finan had already devised a little extra plan of your own â outside of the agreed mischief with Uhtred. Your lord had wanted you both to go easy, temper down your wild natures.
But you and Finan had other plans.
In the distance, as you climbed onto a thick branch of a nearby tree, you could hear Uhtred and Sihtric hollering out to Aethelstan. Goading him, distracting him from the sounds of the boar he hunted.
Osferth was there to follow Aethelstan, keeping an eye on his nephew and making sure nothing actually harmful happened to him.
You could see Finan in the distance, ducked behind a larger rock as you made your way over to the first cloth and rope ghoul. All you needed to do was wait for Aethelstan to pass your way.
Finan joined in with the shouting, calling out to get the young Prince to run in your direction. And when you saw the orange glow of his torch in the distance. Just a few more stepsâŚ
Your fingers were itching in anticipation. The plan was simple and yet it had rarely failed you in the past.
Another shout from Finan had Aethelstan coming directly into your path.
âCome onâŚâ you whispered and when he was a few feet from your branch when you loosened the knots.
There was just enough darkness to have the swinging sheet force a shriek of fear from Aethelstan. His torch thrown from his grasp in his surprise. His weapon swinging wildly in front of him.
You stifled a laugh, taking careful steps down the branch and away and onto the next distraction.
You could still hear the shouts of your friends, the screeches of the boar. But you could no longer see the light of their torches. You had hopped down from your perch on a smaller tree and looked around.
After a few scans of your surroundings, you realised you couldnât recognise this bit of the forest.
âShitâŚâ you mumbled, straining your ears to hear which direction the hunting party was in.
You could only hope one of the boys would notice you absence.
Sihtric and Osferth had met in the middle, laughing every time they saw what could only be one of your and Finanâs supposed distractions.
âItâs good Finanâs finally found someone willing to indulge hisâŚcarry-ons,â Osferth chuckled, passing another of the cloth ghouls as they saw Aethelstan run past them.
âAye, theyâre as bad as each otherâŚâ Sihtric mused, pushing the sheet out of the way as they walked on.
The two walked a little further in, and soon realised they hadnât seen you for a while. They soon passed Uhtred, who simply shrugged and gave them the direction heâd last glimpsed you in.
Both of them ran towards his inclination and when you were nowhere to be found, a small flicker of panic set in. You werenât incapable of looking after yourself, but it didnât stop the desperate need to find you.
As was his way, Sihtric took the lead.
âI will go look for her, you stay closer to Aethelstan and the others, so I know where to run back to.â
Osferth nodded, gripping Sihtric by the arm. Sihtric could see the panic in Osferthâs eyes and decided to give him a distraction of his own.
âDonât worry, sweet boy, Iâll have our pretty girl back soon and you can have first look at our prizeâŚâ Sihtricâs fingers stroked at his jaw, tracing the sharp line before tugging him forward for a hurried kiss.
Osferth couldnât say a word as Sihtric ran deeper into the forest, the hand that had been around Sihtricâs arm hung in the air. He watched for a few moments as his loverâs form disappeared into shadow before turning and heading back to the group.
All he had to do now, was wait.
You were just wandering now, the sounds of the hunt not seeming to get any closer. The woods outside Rumcofa werenât dense in anyway, but they were well spread out. And now, every tree seemed to look the same.
With a sigh, you began to resign yourself to not getting back to Rumcofa before nightfall.
You sat down on the ground, leaning your back against a rock. Waiting.
And then you heard him. Youâd know that voice anywhere.
Sihtric.
Calling out your name, coming closer and closer.
âSihtric!â you called back, jumping up on the rock so he could see you.
The Dane broke into a run, crossing the distance between you in no time, a wide smile on his face. But when he reached you, you could see the slightest hint of something behind his eyes.
Like a predator who had caught its prey.
âThey you are, pretty girl, you had us worried.â Sihtric smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing you down to the ground with ease.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, toes just brushing the floor as he pressed his lips to yours.
âHow could I be lost with a man like you looking for me?â
You could have sworn you heard Sihtric growl a little under his breath, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine.
âSomeone has to keep you and our sweet monk in line, hmm? Keep you safe, protected and pleasured?â
That look in his eyes was back, and before you could say anything you felt yourself being lifted. Before you knew it, you could only see the leather of Sihtricâs armour covered back.
âWhat are youâŚ?â
But you could barely speak as Sihtric span and took off running in the direction he had come from.
The predator surely had his prey, a successful hunt of his own.
Osferth couldnât stay in the forest much longer, Finan, Uhtred and even Aethelstan were urging him to head back. He knew he should have dissuaded you from going off on your own. Or at least, he should have put a bit more effort into convincing you against it.
But he also knew Sihtric would bring you back.
He sat outside your house, the closest to the forest edge. Feet nervously tapping against the wood of the chair they rested on. And then he saw you both in the distance. You slung over Sihtricâs shoulder as he strode back into town.
âOsferth! I told you I would bring her back!â
Osferth wiped a hand over his face, as though trying to wipe the shock away. He walked down to meet Sihtric, a laugh leaving his lips as Sihtricâs hand landed with a smack to your backside.
âBetter than any boar, Iâd wager?â Sihtric continued and Osferth started to see where the Dane was going with this.
âBetter and then some, and do I still get first look at our prize?â Osferth asked, walking around Sihtric and leaning to meet your face.
You narrowed your eyes a little, staring into Osferthâs bright blue orbs as he pretended to inspect you. He clicked his tongue, walking back around to stand in front of Sihtric, pressing a quick kiss to the Daneâs lips.
âYou always know how to spoil me, Sihtric.â Osferth teased and he could see you wriggle a little in protest.
Sihtric laughed, holding you tighter as he walked ahead of Osferth and into your home. He didnât put you down until he reached your bedroom. Unceremoniously throwing you onto your bed.
Your two boys stood before you, watching as you pushed your hair from your face.
âAlright, what is going on with you both?â you asked, moving to stand but letting out a breath of shock when Osferth gently pushed you back down.
âYou had us worried, pretty girl.â Sihtric mused, stripping himself of his armour and placing it in a pile by your bed.
Osferth was already stripped on his armour pieces, left in only his lighter monkâs robe. He kept quiet, letting Sihtric take the lead until he found the right words.
Sihtric walked to stand behind Osferth. His hands starting on the monkâs shoulders before trailing a slow path down his chest before settling around his waist.
âYou had our sweet boy especially worried; he was absolutely beside himself, werenât you Osferth?â
Sihtricâs voice was smooth, sending a shiver down both of your spines. This was a side of Sihtric you both craved. The dominance, the primal edge to everything he did. And when Osferth didnât answer, Sihtric gave his waist a squeeze.
âUse your words, Osferth. Tell our girl how worried you wereâŚâ
Osferth almost melted into Sihtric, his back pressed against his muscled chest. Sihtricâs face rested in the crook of his shoulder. His lips brushing against his ear as he spoke.â
âSo worried, my loveâŚâ Osferth whispered, trying his best to ignore Sihtricâs fingers tracing patterns over his clothed stomach.
Sihtric gave him a gentle push, watching as you immediately let you legs spread to accommodate Osferth standing between them.
âWhat do you say you make it up to him, my darling?â he asked, keeping a hand on Osferthâs back while the other began to untie his robe.
Your body worked on instinct. Hands joining Sihtricâs to finish untying Osferthâs clothes. It wasnât long before your monk was left in just a light shirt and his breeches. Your hands immediately dipped under his shirt, relishing at the way his eyes fluttered closed at the warmth of your palms on his skin.
Sihtric made quick work of removing the offending shirt, freeing Osferthâs lean body to your wandering hands.
âI am sorry for making you so worried, OsferthâŚI should have listened when you warned me,â you purred, leaning in a pressing a kiss to his stomach.
Your monk was usually like putty in your hands. Letting you and Sihtric take most of the control.
Maybe it was the hunt. Maybe the stories of Friday 13th held truthâŚbut you saw a change in Osferthâs expression. His eyes darker, his shoulders squaring.
His hand came up, cupping your jaw and tilting your head to look at him.
âYes, you should have. We were both worried about you, pretty girlâŚâ
Oh, that name on Osferthâs tongue had a wave of desire shooting straight to your core. Hearing it from Sihtric was like pure, carnal lust. But from Osferth, it was sinful.
Sihtric smirked over the monkâs shoulder, looking down at your with eyes almost entirely eclipsed black with lust.
âShow her, Osferth, my sweet, sweet boy. Show her what you want in apologyâŚâ
This was where Sihtric shone. Commanding Osferth and you until the three of you were overcome with lust and desire.
Osferth was on you before you could speak. Long body pinning your to the fur covered bed below, hungry lips crashing to yours. Your hands instantly grasped at his shoulders, finding anything you could cling on to.
Sihtric made quick work of the rest of his own clothes, tossing behind him before joining you both on the bed. One of your hands immediately reached out for him, tugging him closer as his lips latched on to your neck and shoulders.
His hand trailed down Osferthâs back, pressing the monkâs body against yours and earning him a symphony of groans in return. His hand kept firm, setting a slow rhythm for Osferthâs hips as he began to grind against your core.
Your legs wrapped around Osferthâs waist, two sets of lips now devouring either side of your neck.
âYesâŚâ you sighed out as Osferthâs hips began to move faster and faster.
You could feel your release creeping up on you already, but you didnât want to peak just yet. With a tight grip on Osferthâs shoulders, you pushed him back.
âCan I ride you, sweet boy? I know you like that?â you asked, feeling Sihtric smirk against your neck.
When it came to watching, this was Sihtricâs favourite position to see you and Osferth in. Watching your bodies move in synchronisation was almost always enough to have the Dane coming there and then.
Osferth responded by scrambling to lie down, the glimmer of dominance short lived in his need to have you.
The three of you shifted into position. Osferth laid out on his back, his cock hard and heavy in his breeches. You made quick work of the material, tugging it down a long with his boots. Your clothes followed, though you werenât sure who took what item off.
But now you were a tangle of bare flesh. Osferth beneath you with Sihtric settled behind you.
âRide him well, pretty girl, I think heâs earned itâŚâ Sihtric growled into your ear, hands kneading at the swell of your breasts.
Your hips rolled slow at first, not enough to let Osferthâs cock slip inside. The monkâs hands were on your waist, helping you drag your slick cunt up and down his length.
âOh, so good, my love,â Osferth side, his head already tilted and pressed into the pillow behind him. Eyes screwed shut in pleasure.
He was always so responsive, you and Sihtric having spent the months of your relationship teaching him every kind of pleasure you knew. And he was more than willing to experience everything you two gave him.
âGods, I love you both like this. Youâre both so beautiful like this...â Sihtric mumbled, pressing his chest to your back as his lips latched on to your neck.
His hands continued to knead at your breasts, tweaking your nipples between his fingers. His own cock pressed hard against the curve of your behind, already leaking in anticipation of getting to feel you around him.
But for now, it was Osferthâs turn. Half of Sihtricâs pleasure came from watching the two of you find your own.
You could feel Osferth twitching beneath you, sticky ropes already leaking on to his skin. The room was thick with the heat and sweat of your shared passions, slick bodies sliding easily against each other.
One of your hands rested on Osferthâs stomach while the other tangled into Sihtricâs hair, tugging hard as pleasure crept up your spine.
âOh..fuckâŚgodsâŚâ you moaned out as what you knew wouldnât be your last orgasm of the night crashed over you.
Heavy pants from Osferth began to tell you he was close, but Sihtric was quick to stop your movements. There was another pleasure he knew, despite Osferth keeping shy about it, that the monk enjoyed just as much as a ride.
Your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock.
Strong arms tugged you back, the aftershocks of your release still making your muscles quiver.
âDo you want her mouth, Os? Spill all over that tongue?â Sihtric grunted, instinctively letting a hand wander down to his own cock for a few quick tugs.
Osferth nodded, âYes, please, yesâŚâ
Sihtric wrapped a hand around the back of the monkâs neck, leaning over you and pulling him in for a hungry kiss. It was a clash of teeth and tongues, and you could only wriggle out from between them to watch.
It was the best thing about your relationship, you wagered. No one ever went untouched, unloved or unsatisfied. And there was little you found more arousing than your two boys tangled in their own passions.
âMy boys,â you whispered, teeth chewing at your lip.
Sihtricâs free hand found Osferthâs hot length, wrapping around him loosely and giving him a few gentle strokes. It didnât take much to have the monk panting into his mouth, right at the edge when Sihtric stopped.
âKneel in front of her, sweet boy,â Sihtric ordered, tugging Osferthâs lip between his teeth as he pulled away.
Osferth was quick to comply, chest heaving as you planted yourself on all fours in front of him. His hand threaded into your hair, a long, drawn-out groan leaving his throat as your mouth engulfed him inch by inch until you could take no more.
Sihtricâs hands dipped between your thighs, spreading your juices over your skin while his other hand brought the swollen head of his cock between your folds from behind. Your body arched perfectly between them as you hungrily sucked at Osferthâs cock.
âOh, sweet girl, taking him so wellâŚare you ready for more?â Sihtricâs hand ran down your back, forcing it to arch just a little more, presenting yourself for the taking.
You mumbled around Osferthâs cock, sending the most delicious of vibrations down his body. His hand tightened in your hair as Sihtric pushed between your folds, splitting your slick cunt open with a growl. In response, your body slid forward, taking more of Osferthâs cock down your throat.
The two men slowly found a rhythm, matching the thrusts of the other until they were working in a carnal tandem.
Osferth could feel the sparks of arousal through his manhood, twitching against your tongue. He locked eyes with Sihtric, knowing the Dane would want them to come together.
âJust a little longer, Osferth, I know you can do it, sweet boy.â
The monk groaned low but nodded. His hand reaching out for Sihtric and the Dane complied, pulling Osferth closer and locking their lips in a messy kiss.
Soon, you were clenching around Sihtricâs cock. Your second release making your eyes roll back into your head from the overstimulation.
Sihtric and Osferth stayed locked in their kiss, tongues fighting for dominance while Sihtricâs hand grasped at the flesh of your ass.
Your rhythm over Osferthâs length became sloppy, but you didnât let his cock slip from your mouth. Your tongue licked a stripe up the vein underneath as you came, moaning their names in a tangled mess. Over and over again like a prayer.
âGood girl, and such a good boyâŚâ Sihtric praised, pressing his forehead against Osferthâs as he felt the beginnings of his own release.
âCome Osferth, come for usâŚâ Sihtricâs voice was low, rough, thick with barely restrained desire.
His thrusts were sloppy as he saw Osferth speed up. All rhythm was lost but none of you cared. All that mattered was pleasure and release. Osferth groaned out your names, slamming his hips into your waiting mouth one last time. Painting the flesh of your throat with his seed and sighing your name when he saw you swallow.
Sihtric followed not long after, the beginnings of his release hitting him like a hammer. He was just fast enough as he pulled out, spilling the rest of his pearly seed on to the dip between your back and backside.
âOh godsâŚâ he groaned, tugging himself until he was sure he was entirely spent.
Osferth had already collapsed on to the bed, the poor monk always crashed after your couplings. You were lay flat across Osferth, head buried in his sweaty chest as he stroked your hair.
Sihtric found a rag, cleaning your back before joining you both in a tangled embrace of sweaty limbs.
The room hung heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, but none of you would have it any other way. The silence was comfortable, until you let out a soft giggle.
âSo, shall we celebrate Friday 13th every time?â
Your two lovers laughed along with you, sleep creeping up on the three of you. But you werenât wrong.
Friday 13th might just become a new tradition for you.
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#the last kingdom#the pretty boys#osferth#sihtric kjartansson#finan#uhtred of bebbanburg#pretty boys x reader#x reader#osferth smut#sihtric smut#finan x reader#uhtred x reader#tlk smut#the last kingdom smut#x reader smut#fan frankentober 2024
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đŤŁdear lord what have I done?
#persona 5 royal#persona 5#goro akechi#akechi x akira#akeshu#ren x akechi#shuake#akechi x joker#akechi fanart#ren amamiya#kitagawa yusuke#yusuke kitagawa#the pretty boys#not ryuji of course ugh#shukita
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local ladies manâs signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabruâs fumble era at 6
#iâve seen so many interpretations of that 1 hr freeze frame of Kabruâs smile in ep 16#heâs meeting his long time crush of course heâs trying to charm him#Kabru so obviously has a big fat giant crush on Laios#like atp in the story heâs tried to talk to him and get his attention so many times agjdjajdj#Laios is the human rubix cube heâs been searching for his entire life#everyone else is almost too easy for Kabru to pin down#Laios on the other hand ⌠a treasure trove of autistic mystery#Kabru is so locked in#Kabru used signature move: charming smile#Laios: no effect!#thereâs something so beautiful about the popular pretty boy entering his fumble era when his one true love turns out to be autistic#labru#laios touden#kabru of utaya#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#wasabi rambles#seen so many clock that smile as nefarious and machiavellian#baby no Kabru is just dialing the charm up to 100 and what weâre all feeling is second hand embarrassment LMAO
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pretty boys whose eyes roll back into their head when you finally touch them. pretty boys who whisper "oh fuck" under their breath. pretty boys who need to be restrained because they can't handle the teasing. pretty boys who forget they're holding their breath and let out little gasps and pants. pretty boys who cry when they get to leak for you.
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The number of scarily accurate textpost memes you can make with these mfs is insane
#dead boy detectives#dead boy detective agency#netflix dead boy detectives#dbdshow#shitpost#dbd shitpost#edwin payne#charles rowland#two pretty best friends#I keep recording the notes on this cuz i know i'll never peak again wtf#9k#10k
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i know it's the animation change and shit but it's still so funny to me how they babygirlified ace for marineford. like alabasta ace?
kinda greasy. pointy ass bastard. marineford ace?
the biggest wettest eyes you've ever seen. cute bangs. tom hardy lips. he's doomed by the narrative and he's going to look SO pretty on the scaffold
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i cannot keep my identity secret anymore. I am harrier du bois
#The shoes came today#cant believe i found em on a second hand site for pretty cheap#them and the tie clash horribly#and thats a good thing#i wouldnt call this a cosplay because i look nothing like him#but it sure is something#i just hate the way wigs look on most occassions:( maybe i'll get fake mutton chops somewhere#Disco elysium#de#harrier du bois#hdb#harry du bois#cosplay#disco elysium cosplay#fashion#my posts
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He truly did.
#atla#avatar the last airbender#atla fanart#atla art#the gaang#sokka art#sokka fanart#atla sokka#sokka#sokka avatar the last airbender#sokka of the water tribe#kyoshi warriors#kyoshi warriors au#kyoshi island#kyoshi warrior sokka#atla meme#incorrect quotes#Daniel Radcliffe you looked really nice in Fleur's outfit#As did Sokka in the Kyoshi Warriors uniform#Let him be pretty. He deserves it.#Also that handbag he bought in Gaoling would go really well with the uniform don't you think?#He loves shopping and putting together cute outfits and looking good. That's my boy.#Bi Sokka is my Sokka what are you talking about#He's pretty and he knows it â¨#Also can we all agree that everyone would look awesome as Kyoshi Warriors? Yes????#You know I'm lost when I start using Daniel's quotes for ATLA characters lmao#âAnd I was crying and I was in the bathâ will come eventually. That line screams happy-go-lucky Aang and/or deadpan Zuko#Anyone would do#âWe love Daniel but he's useless�� is also *chef kiss*#Which character for that one tho?
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Cannot overstate how much that spongebob scene that went
Somsone: "spongebob you look like a girl"
Spongebob: "am I a pretty girl?"
Like was such a legit game changer for me as a kid
I remember that family and grownups and other kids at school would tell me in a sort of mean-spirited way "you look/sound/act/dress/talk like a boy" and I'd just be like
"Am I a pretty boy?"
There were other unexpected things that came from that long-term I think but that'sprobably where it started being fun
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âpretty boyâ is such a good and fun gender iâm a big fan
#THIS IS ABOUT DYKES NOT YOUR BLORBO MEN#or it can be about other gay/trans ppl thatâs fine too#âpretty boy genderâ =/= man that is pretty#notes#.
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Giving Wind Breaker some love~
#wind breaker#wind breaker anime#Suo#suo hayato#sakura#sakura haruka#umemiya#hajime umemiya#togame#togame jo#fanart#my art style#my art#artwork#pretty boi#illustration
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buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#lost in the book with nightmare before christmas#hajimari no halloween#(the origin of halloween huh) (oooh)#why yes i did wake up way too early to watch the stream and will have no memory of drawing this later#anyway THE MAGIC BOOK IS BACK TO EAT US ONCE AGAIN!!!!#this does make things make a lot more sense if it doesn't have to. y'know. actually take place in the established world#like how jack and sally are apparently just gonna be THERE as themselves WHY NOT#i'm certainly not complaining mind you#scully looks like he's gonna be super adorable and i love him already#spooky scary skeleman who just goes :O a lot and is excited for halloween#he seems like he might actually be more of a fusion of jack and sally? or maybe i'm just reading too much into it#still getting jazzy vibes off of him though. is not scully j graves an incredible jazz musician name.#does this open up the possibility that the last time we went into the book there was a sexy anime boy stitch just offscreen the whole time#...maybe some things are best left uncontemplated#god everyone in this event looks fantastic i'm so glad i saved up some keys after all#a little sad that there's no lilia but you know what the fact that a halloweentown malleus exists is still pretty dang good#and sebek's hat is SO tall#the biggest hat for the loudest boy#i hope oogie is here too i need him and jamil to meet#i need jamil to be faced with a guy who's just a bunch of bugs standing on each other's shoulders in a trenchcoat#i am not coherent right now i just needed to get this out before i go pass out again
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#fdom#gentle fdom#gentle domination#bd/sm mistress#bd/sm bunny#cute boys#mommy k!nk#puppy boys#good boy#pretty boy#hornyposting#b0ndage#shibari
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Why he so pretty tho. With those pretty eyes and my goodness why??????????????
remember to put on protective eyewear when looking directly at the sun
#weheheheheheâŚâŚ. pretty boy#im fiddling with his face again#dickroy#dick grayson#nightwing#roy harper#arsenal#dc comics#the ask and the answer#mart
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I refuse to change my headcanon that most of the other people at Canaan House probably thought Gideon was Harrowâs pretty boy toy until she showed them she could actually fight because she acted exactly nothing like a real Cav in anyway. A teenage ruler shows up with a hot butch that clearly isnât trained to be a ninth Cav or even a normal-ish one? Come on. They probably thought griddlehark were over compensating trying to hide by staying away from each other. ďżźďżź
#the locked tomb#gideon nav#harrow nonagesimus#griddlehark#jokes on them#Harrow pretty much DID bring Gideon as a pretty boy toy#because she clearly barely understands just how good Gideon is with swords#like she openly admits that sheâs surprised that Gideon is that good when they fight the bone monster thing#bitch why did you bring her then if you didnât actually know she was one of the best swordswoman ever ?????#oh because you wanted her with you. gay bitch.
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Do the sexy face babe đ¤¤
#i need him#i want him#heâs so babygirl#jjk gojo#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#jjk smut#jjk#jjk x you#gojou satoru x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#jujutsu gojo#gojo fluff#gojo smut#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#gojo saturo#jujutsu sorcerer#jujutsu kaisen#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu satoru#pretty boy#hes so pretty#pretty#pretty princess
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