#finan smut
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pairing: Finan x reader
a/n: Response to a lovely request! My first request, actually! Finally doing a solo Finan piece :) A bit soppier than I had originally planned, but I love it and I love Finan soooooo. Also the circumstance / sequence of events aren't entirely accurately in line with the events of the show but we move.
MDNI!18+ : TW finan x reader, dom!finan, virgin!reader, virginity loss, manhandling, kissing, very brief mentions of loss, fingering, p in v sex, confessions of love, slight breeding!kink
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Things were tense when the men staggered back to the stronghold. They had won their latest battle involving Mercia and Bloodhair, though at the cost of a disastrous curse upon Uhtred's family. You selfishly prayed for Finan's safety, despite the two of you not being together. You were great friends, and though the others were familiar to you too, it was Finan that you truly wished to return in one piece.
You spent your time at home praying for the souls of those who had been lost, thinking about the wise words that Hild so graciously bestowed on you. You felt her absence more than ever, needing her sweet guidance, but aware that she was already spread thin. Everyone was.
As winter crept into your home, you wallowed slightly, missing everyone. But you had a duty, an alehouse to run. It was where you had met everyone originally, and had turned into somewhat of a cornucopia for Coccham. You knew that in order to keep spirits high, you'd have to open it up and welcome everyone in. Your hearth was where you had first met Finan, sitting with Uhtred as the two of them laughed. Hild had introduced you, and your speechlessness was the source of several laughs.
You had sat with them on the table that night, laughing with Hild, who you truly saw as your aspiration. Uhtred noticed this, joking about how you reminded him of his children, which had made you huff slightly. You were embarrassed of this, but Finan assured you that you were alright, muttering some joke about how you clearly had the spirit of a warrior within you to deal with these drunken men.
It had been a slow night, but you would rejoin them when you could, smiling at Finan every now and then. Finan's eyes had scrunched up too, but his lingering look had you blushing all throughout the night. From then on, the warriors had frequented your place. You and Finan would often sit and chat. He loved that he could talk to you. For once, it was not about war, or combat, or blasted shield walls. He was sick to death of hearing the names Alfred or Edward, and you gave him peace from all of that.
It filled you with warmth to see everyone so carefree and jolly, especially as it was your father's wish when he opened the alehouse to make an honest place of it. Every now and then, a regular face would vanish, and you felt it like a sting in your core, but you carried on nevertheless.
You lived just above the alehouse, walking down the steep wooden steps as you tried to alleviate your chill. Nothing seemed to work. Lighting candles and preparing some food for the hungry travellers that would arrive soon. You had heard news that the travelling party were returning from Winchester within the next few hours, feeling sadness at the inevitable loss and pain that would be felt all through the town, but also the deep, hidden feelings of desire that you so heavily pushed to one side.
Every time you saw Finan leave, you felt a tinge of regret within you. After all, he was Uhtred's right hand man by all accounts, and great responsibilities were often given to him. What if he were to never return? You supposed it was silly to think more of your confessions being told than him returning with his life, but you were sick of pushing down these feelings. You felt like some sort of angel when his gaze fell on you, which it did, often. And when he would come in for a final glass of ale, though what you didn't know is that he was really just looking for an excuse to talk to you.
He had seemed grave when you saw him last, trying to keep smiling at you but looking away darkly every now and then. You, none the wiser, had given him a cheerful departure, promising a full meal for him and his friends upon his return. You had assured him that the plate would be waiting for him, only if he came home in one piece. The gesture was halfhearted, though to him it was a challenge. He had left beside Uhtred, meditating upon his horse about you.
You.
Finan really, really loved you. He was always incredibly outgoing, and so you assumed he would just wed someone more like him, but Finan dreamed of you almost every night. It tortured him that he was so quick with his words, and yet they seemed to disappear from him whenever he saw you. Your plump lips, your wide eyes, full of life and unsoiled by the rot of death. You were the exact opposite of what he encountered on his missions and tasks, and though he loved his life alongside his trusted Lord, he wanted something to do it all for. And that something was you. He would make sure of that.
As both of your feelings nearly spilled over each other, it was time for someone to do something.
It seemed like you had wasted your whole day, silently waiting for the evening to come, when finally, you heard some commotion - your heart sent flashes of longing through you. You felt somewhat pathetic, watching the door of your alehouse for that specific person to come through. But, when you know, you know.
Suddenly, a stream of townsfolk walked in. Some came holding hands, some even came with their children, which you didn't mind, offering them some meat pies and ruffling their hairs. You spoke with some of the women, delighted to have their husbands back and eager to get you away to spend time with them soon. You joked about being stuck behind the brewery, handing out copious pints of ale. Within the next twenty minutes, your hands were so sticky that you started flapping them furiously.
Finally, you made your way outside, wanting to do a round of everyone sitting on the benches. There, you found Finan and Osferth. Sihtric was over in the corner, with his wife, the two of them beckoning you towards them.
Giving them quick greetings, you drunk in some of the news from Sihtric, who informed you that Uhtred was still in Winchester for some time with Hild, and that he had suffered a great loss. Your head bowed at that, not wanting or needing to know any more. You wished the both of them and their children well, before granting a weak smile to the two men now before you.
Osferth gave a weak smile, fondly remembering happier times in the alehouse and wishing he could match his previous energy. You hugged him tightly, knowing he was more sensitive and newer to the trade of being a warrior, though you didn't expect him to hold on so tightly to you. You sunk into his unfamiliar embrace for a moment, before Osferth pulled away.
And there he was. Finan. You had never seen him looking more tired, slightly long hair giving him a dishevelled look. Though equally, he was beautiful. No amount of sadness could take away the kind, observant look in his eyes. He seemed to be in his own world, and you didn't want to disturb, but then he looked at you, and the faintest smile stretched onto his lips.
You wanted Finan to hold you. You wanted his warm embrace then and there, but something told you it would take a little more time. His brows are furrowed and a strong wrinkle emerges between them, telling you that he is far from relaxed. You gulp slightly, the promise of a meal still hanging in the air.
With a hand still on Osferth's shoulder, you said nothing as you gave him an empathetic nod, tilting your head and smiling as best as you could. Your chest filled with relief when his little wrinkle disappeared. The shadows lifted just slightly, and there he was. He understood you somehow, an unspoken look flittering between you, and then you were gone.
There was so much you wanted to talk to Finan about. You ached to have your friend back, even if that dynamic did pain you. He still came to the tavern, even when Uhtred returned, though he was unusually silent as weeks flew by. Even as things picked up and spirits were back to normal, Finan seemed to be stuck somehow.
You entertained mostly Uhtred and Sihtric most nights, helping them heal ever so slightly with perhaps a little too much ale. You had even begun watering it down less, which did not go unnoticed by them. You prayed with Osferth too, mostly to keep him company.
It wasn't until a whole month had passed that you could no longer take it. Finan's usual loud voice could no longer be something of the past. You needed to tell him how you felt. You knew that you had to do something tonight.
You spent far too long in the mirror during the hour before you would open. You knew it would be a busy night, as the snow had finally ceased, and people were no longer cooped up in their homes. They would want warm drink and entertainment, and you would give them just that.
"Come on, Y/N." You nudged yourself, looping two ribbons into the two braids that you had meticulously gathered with your unruly hair, pinching your cheeks before letting out a slight laugh. You hadn't realised just how much you truly valued Finan's entire personality until it changed whenever you came near. Surely freshening up a bit would impress him?
Meanwhile, as though he was mirroring you, Finan ran his hands through his hair, sitting patiently in his own company. He had been surrounded by his loud companions all day, laughing and working, enjoying any semblance of peace that he could. The Irishman thought of nothing but you, however, and felt that if he did not do something soon he would combust into a million pieces.
Truthfully, after his last visit to Mercia, he had pulled back from you slightly. He needed you so deeply, but couldn't bear the thought of making you wait around for him, worrying if he would come home or not. There was also the additional danger of his weapons everywhere, his being at Uhtred's side constantly, and the threat of having something so precious to him be so targeted. He wanted you more than he wanted to breathe.
After that first day where you had been babbling to Hild in your alehouse, he was stunned. He was in awe of how you ran the place, even with the death of your father, never allowing anyone to step on your toes, even though he would have been more than willing to help. He admired your trust in things, never fearing of the worst, unlike he had. Since his days on the ship, all he had craved was something, anything, to come home to.
Nothing had filled that space until he saw you prancing around the alehouse, clumsily spilling drinks and shaking your sticky hands in his face to annoy him, your loud laughter echoing in his mind even now as he had tried to pull you into the mess you had made.
The memory shone in his mind, so prominent that he quite literally couldn't think straight. He didn't want to be absent towards you now, but his very existence intermingling with yours was a threat to your life, and perhaps your happiness. Could he do that to you?
As the tavern bustled into life, you couldn't stop fiddling with your braids. Some of your friends had offered to touch them up, which only worried you more, but they teased you still, pinching your cheek when you had confessed to them what you were going to do tonight.
You would your hands into the handles of at least ten cups, delivering them to the table of several hefty warriors who barely fit on your stools, making a mental note to get some warrior-friendly seating arranged.
"Here you are boys," you greeted them lightly, recognising a few, particularly Uhtred, who looked like he had seen better days. His hair was loose, strewn all over his face, but a smile graced his face, which reassured you.
"You might want to slow down, Lord," you teased, anticipating his reaction. He cocked his brow, piercing blue eyes observing you graciously. "Y/N, you're too good to me. Too good." He raised a glass to you, and you playfully rolled your eyes, a renewed sense of confidence overtaking you.
As you were about to turn around, you collided with hard leathers, belonging to a very firm chest. Towering above you was Finan. You quickly fiddled with your braid, hoping he would be enticed by them. So stupid, you thought to yourself.
"Have you forgotten what incredibly handsome men look like, or are you just surprised to see me?" said Finan, voice just above a whisper. Your eyes widened at his question, hand coming up to slap his bare arms. He hadn't been this perky in a while, and it shocked you, to say the least. You were happy to see him back to normal. Though he always carried an air of dominance with him, the softer side of him was always welcome.
There was a strange determination in his eyes, as if he had woken up. "Trust me, with you in front of me every day, I could hardly forget what a handsome man looks like." Your emboldened state of mind matched his newfound confidence, and the two of you were back to being the same people that you were when you first met. Finan forgot, just for a second, about the reek of death and its hanging in the air.
Instead, he took you in. Your fresh braids, which he suspected you had done just for him. He felt so warm, even in the bitter winter, and your eyes gazing at him as though he was the kindest man on earth brought him more security than anything else in the world.
His presence alone was enormous. You had to shake your head to remember what you were really here to say to him. He had laughed at your previous remark, taking the confident proudly.
"You look so beautiful, Y/N." he stated fondly, content to spend the rest of the night with you. Your cheeks heated at his words, and you looked away, but not before his strong hands found your chin, raising your face to meet his brown eyes once more. He simply could not wait any longer.
"You always look beautiful, and I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel like you aren't", he huffed, acknowledging his own mental absence. You felt the tenderness in his touch, against the rough scarring on his hands. You smiled sadly, wishing he didn't have to be treated so roughly. Your softer hands found his, holding them tightly.
"I suppose I sh-" but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a loud crash. You were quick to inspect the commotion, not realising that the two of you were still firmly holding hands. It hadn't occurred to you until his grip tightened, dwarfing your entire hand in his. You couldn't help but smile, especially when you discovered what the scene before you was all about.
Two women were having at it, fighting like animals. These were women you knew, and so you were shocked to see them go at one another, enough even to draw blood. You considered for a moment why two familiar faces would be fighting, but the two had recently mentioned their escapades with Osferth, who was a babbling mess at the scene before him.
Finan cursed. Truly, he couldn't help but laugh. Of course, this stupid baby monk would intervene in some way, he thought to himself. You giggled at Osferth's expression as the women were finally separated by Finan, who begrudgingly let go of your hand. He felt so juvenile, clinging to you like a crush, but he simply couldn't help himself.
"Umm, I thought monks weren't allowed to hump," was all he said, before leaving the poor boy to defend for himself, returning to you. As he walked over, you felt the life reemerge within him. He was smiling so much you almost couldn't take it.
"Now that's a hero," you laughed as he spread his arms out, congratulating himself. You couldn't keep yourself from moving about, however, unable to stay still in his presence. Your mind constantly filtered through possibilities of what he was about to tell you, meanwhile your own looming confession was being stuffed further and further back in your mouth. You weren't entirely sure what he was going to say to you. Perhaps he was going to tell you to stay away from him . . .
Any suspicions of his rejection, however, were entirely forgotten when both of his hands came to cup your face. The act felt so intimate that your legs almost quivered, and you braced yourself to fall over. His head leaned back slightly, and he breathed heavily, taking you in. Finan, filled with confidence, had bee brought to his knees by you. You and your ribbon braids.
"Can we talk somewhere, please. Perhaps when it's a little less busy, lady?" you understood, but couldn't help the frustration that grew within you as your conversation was prolonged yet again. You simply nodded, but that didn't seem to be enough for him, judging by his widening eyes.
"After closing, Finan, come up the stairs, I'll be in my room." You hadn't realised just how suggestive that sounded until Finan's eyes widened even more, and he cocked his head with a cheeky grin, retorting something about you being more forward than ever. You slapped his chest, mocking his childishness, though before you could fully manage to hit him, he grabbed your wrist with ease.
His arm flexed, and he quickly pulled you in, your feet stumbling to keep up with his strength, until you felt his breath on your face, and you were close enough to be touching his lips.
"Quite the invitation, lady," he half joked, but in reality, he as already counting down the hours. "I will be there, Y/N."
After what felt like the longest night in history, the last of the crowd finally retreated from the alehouse. You were itching to see Finan. Since the two of you last spoke, you had barely seen him. Uhtred was shamefully taken home by Sihtric, who you were amazed was sober. The rest of the men and women left together, and you said your final goodbyes, closing the doors. This time, however, you didn't lock them.
You trudged upstairs, tiredness hitting your body. After hours, you finally took a seat on the edge of your bed, fiddling with the silly plaits that you had worried so much over. You sensed Finan's presence when there was a slight moan of old wood being pressed as he walked up to meet you. You had so much to say to him you could hardly contain yourself, rising from your sitting position.
Finan gave a polite knock, but didn't bother waiting, bending under the doorframe before returning to his natural state, giving you an incredibly sheepish look. You stuttered slightly, but told him to sit. You quickly realised that a man had never been up to your room. It was spacious enough, with a large bed of furs and enough space for plenty of candlelight.
"Please, sit, Finan." you held your hand out as if to show him the way, guiding yourself to the edge of your bed. Finan let out a small laugh at your sudden formality, bending as if giving you a mocking bow before sitting next to you.
Even though he had been the one to initiate conversation last time, you made it your mission to get there before him, wanting to get your own point across before he said anything to you.
"Finan, I have to tell you," you started, feeling an awful mist of tension heating up your body suddenly, " I just - I hate," you sighed in frustration, groaning as you could hardly get the words out. Finan seemed heavily amused, beckoning you to continue.
"I just really enjoy when you're here." Pathetic. "And I don't like it when you're gone away for weeks. And I worry for you when you're not here, even though I have faith in you."
Once you break the seal, you can hardly stop. Finan takes in every word as though it is gospel, but you hardly notice as you babble on.
"Obviously you're strong, and umm, and handsome, and you speak well enough to get yourself out of trouble,"
"Oh, do keep going, lady. I've never been so flattered." he raised a hand to his chest, feigning shyness. You glared at him, embarrassment curling itself around your neck, blocking any clear thought from entering your head. Finan quickly sensed your frustration, placing a hand on your thigh to steady you.
But that just made it worse.
"And then I think we're good, but you don't speak to me f-for weeks, Finan. And then you touch my thigh like this!" You could almost laugh at yourself, truly, "and I just want you all of the time, and I think we . . . I think we should be together."
With your final declaration out of the way, you feel a fatal sense of worry overcome your body at his shocked face. The hand on your thigh doesn't move, however. It tightens.
"Y/N," he starts, and you brace yourself for the worst, "Please, I want to be with you too. I stayed distant, because, well because I didn't want anything to happen to you. If I am with you, then I'll have something to actually fight for," he looked down as he continued, clearly stressed, "but then if I have something to fight for I'll have something to lose as well."
You began to understand him clearly. With what he had seen, particularly with recent events, there was always a risk involved. Perhaps what made him so good is that everything he previously needed to protect was always on the battlefield with him. The two of you together would be a constant source of worry for him. You could be kidnapped, taken hostage, injured while he was away.
"But, Finan, every time you've left, nothing has happened to me. I'm here, aren't I? Entirely whole."
"But it's different, or, it would be different," he stressed, hands flying up as he spoke.
"The only difference is I'd be yours. And I want to be yours, Finan."
He looked at you then. Really looked at you. His hand ran through his beard, and any semblance of composure that he had snapped when you bit your lip. Perhaps he was being ridiculous. Perhaps he was thinking about things too deeply. After all, he was an entirely competent warrior. If anything happened, he would be able to solve it.
He could barely control himself any longer, when your hand came to fiddle with the ribbons weaved into your loosening braids. You had never looked more innocent and enticing - he physically couldn't stand what you were doing to him.
Meanwhile, you took note of his chest heaving, feeling your own heartbeat gain speed. You decided to let even more out, noticing his gaze shifting to your hair.
"I plaited these for you, I thought they would impress you." The sheepish truth had you looking down, realising that the two of you had been stupidly restricting one another whilst simultaneously trying to impress one another in a hideously drawn out back and forth. Sorrows had settled, and now you wanted him. You needed Finan.
"They do impress me, most definitely," he assured you, teasing you slightly with his reaction. He found you utterly adorable, that you had done some little change to please him, "but you already caught my attention without the ribbons, Y/N."
The cross around his neck gleamed as it dangled, moving slightly as he leaned down to meet your face as you sat beneath him on the bed. The tenderness of the moment had been replaced by burning passion.
"Finan, I-"
"Say my name again."
"Finan-" You couldn't even finish before his lips crashed into yours. Everything melted away when you kissed. Every semblance of a problem disappeared, and it was just you and Finan. He revelled in the idea that you were his woman, spoiling himself with the very thought of it.
You, meanwhile, were growing incredibly impatient. The man in front of you was something else, his muscles straining as his hands trailed down to your waist and picked you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his strong waist, arousal beginning to leak from within you as his grip tightened. He couldn't get enough of you, and he never wanted to let you go.
"I hope you know, love, that I'm keeping you forever." He smiled, adjusting you a little so that you felt the bulge of his crotch just underneath your sex, friction causing you to whine slightly. You weren't entirely sure if Finan was aware that you were a virgin, but the feeling of his body against yours prevented you from saying anything.
"Let me hear you." he demanded as he looked up at you, and thought he was still the Finan you knew, an air of seriousness had overcome him, and the words that came from him were dominating. You understood now how he managed to control armies the way he did.
You buried your head between his neck and shoulder, drooling slightly as you let out a moan at Finan's undying strength. With your undergarments pulled to the side by the stretch of his fingers, he made sure to move you up and down ever so slowly, rubbing against his crotch even more until your naked sex could take it no more.
The fabric of his trousers was an obstacle that you needed to be removed as soon as possible. Though the friction created waves of pleasure, the way he was holding you had you panting for more.
"Please, Finan, take them off." you looked into his eyes, which held an amused stare. He took your worn out image in, unable to believe how lucky he was. Any negative thought about the relationship between you two could be dealt with later, right now he had you securely in his arms, entirely fucked out without him even properly touching you yet.
You fastened your legs around his waist, which made him laugh. "You're telling me what to do now, is it?" truthfully, he would let you do or say anything you wanted. He was wrapped around your little fingers, and he knew it well.
"Love, I can't do what you ask if you continue to cling to me like a pup," he wore a toothy grin on his face, amusement growing in time with your own frustration. You loosened your thighs from his hold, and he set you down gently on your own bed. You fidgeted when you realised what would happen once his trousers were off, if you even managed to wait that long.
You watched him undo his breeches, only to around halfway, not even letting them slide down his legs before he came to you again. You leaned your head into his arm, nuzzling instinctively into his hold like some trained animal. You felt you would burst, declaring "I love you," before he could say anything else.
"I love you too, you and your ribbons." he flicked your braid with his finger, drawing you in to a loving kiss. You were slightly stunned at his lack of hesitation, any precaution having been abandoned by him. Finan felt it as well, the swell of pride that filled him as he announced his love for you, not even questioning the words. He knew them to be true, and he knew that with you as his woman, he was entirely complete.
Your next words, however, did catch him off guard.
"I've never been with a man, Finan." you confessed, maintaining eye contact with him as you waited for his reaction, worrying that he would be less eager to bed you with your inexperience. Finan tried to fight the impure thoughts as they wavered in his brain, unable to keep his hands off you as he thought of a way to reassure you without sounding too patronising, as he usually managed.
When he still didn't say anything, it prompted you to finally look away from him, wondering if he really cared about it as much as you thought.
"Hey, where's my lady gone?" he moved to sit beside you, feeling somewhat of a fool that his bulge was straining against the half of his breeches that still hung from his hips, and you with your dress bunched up so high that all he could think about were the stockings slipping down your delicate thighs. You didn't have the faintest idea of the impact you had on him right now.
He wasn't entirely sure how much more restraint he could exercise. "I don't care about that, I want to be the only man that ever gets to touch you from now on, anyway." he buffed his chest to try and make you laugh, but you didn't give him the satisfaction of laughing, too engrossed in lulling over the words he had just uttered.
"I want to be your only woman, Finan." and with that, you kissed him forcefully, adjusting your body so that you could straddle his frame, his heavy arms wrapping around your waist, bringing you further into his kiss. His hands moved down to your ass, squeezing firmly. Your mouth remained open when he allowed them to slip further down your thigh, toying with the hem of one of your stockings. They were cheap things, made for you with the purpose of convenience, and yet he was treating them like they were pure gold.
"I don't think I'll be sharing you with anyone anytime soon, love," he managed to whisper into your ear, your hands finding his hair and gripping tightly when he inserted two fingers into you, the promise of 'getting you ready for him' hanging in the air. The feeling was unlike anything you had experience, a welcome intrusion to your core. You felt his fingers curl, pushing up as far as they could go, meanwhile his thumb also occupied a space on your clit, rubbing ever so gently whenever he could to bring you pleasure.
You felt your thigh muscles trembling as you still straddled him on your knees, his head on your shoulder, occasionally kissing your neck, creating his own little mark on you. Finan knew he was possessive. He had to remind himself to be gentle with you, however, removing his fingers and inserting them again, wanting to tease you slightly.
You gave a quick tug to his thick hair in retaliation, which he seemed to like as he groaned and leaned back in order to see your face. You couldn't help a satisfied grin, otherwise looking rather empty as you thought of nothing but pleasure.
"Careful there," he said, returning his attention to kissing your neck, marking it with a slight bite. His warm lips on your skin affected you in ways you hadn't thought possible. You wondered why he hadn't put his fingers back inside of you, but you felt him fidget beneath you, until his cock was fully out, brushing back and forth against your sex. The two sensations together, of his lips and his cock, very nearly sent you over the edge embarrassingly soon.
The ghost of pleasure kept pulsating at your core, his hand moving his cock back and forth ever so slowly, sometimes seeming as though he was about to slip in and then releasing altogether from you. You hated it, the absence and the longing, playing tricks with your mind and turning you into some kind of depraved whore.
"Finan, I swear-"
"You swear what, lady?" he taunted you, still not close enough as his arm adjusted its claim around your waist, your breasts squishing into his own chest as you practically kneeled over the top of him, wanting to push him down to finish the job yourself.
"If you don't hump me soon, I will personally ban you from this very alehouse." shocked at your own feistiness, you hadn't imagined Finan to take your word so literally. Before you knew it, your back hit your bed of furs, and Finan now kneeled above you, playing with himself, tugging back and forth, his hard cock so prominent you felt it would break you.
And break you it did. His tip finally breached your walls, before his entire member felt your insides. Your core was so full, so unbelievably full. The pressure seemed to build before he even began to move, and you released several short pants, biting back a moan that he seemed to want to encourage out of you as he moved his hips just slightly, his muscled core meeting your soft, pliable thighs, now up in the air, hanging from his grip.
You were entirely at his mercy, so pliant for him, and so good for him. "I hadn't expected you to listen well, and you proved me right," he started, moving in and out once, so tantalisingly slowly that you felt every curve, vein and pulse going through him, "I told you to be careful, didn't I sweet girl?"
Though he was teasing, he still wanted to make sure you were okay. He didn't move until your face lost the scrunch and your eyes opened to look at him, heavy breathing turning into moans as your impatience move.
"Move, Finan." And that was all he needed to hear, moving in and out of you with some force, his hands clamping into the soft flesh of your thighs, still admiring the stockings that you wore, reminding himself to ask you to wear them more often.
Your lips fell open in a gasp when he sped up even more, soft 'good girls' coming from his lips in murmurs. He let go of one of your thighs, letting your leg fall to the bed, while his free hand now moved to your stomach, pressing down on your core and feeling exactly where he was inside of you. He pumped so rhythmically that you began to think you'd truly reached heaven, the additional pressure applied by his strong hands becoming too much for you.
He watched your face, assessing you to ensure you were still comfortable. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you in any way. You felt funny, a strange tingling, almost like a warning, reaching your core.
"F-Finan, I think . . ."
He shushed you, understanding what you meant. Who was he to deny such a lovely maiden what she wanted? "Just breathe, Y/N, don't fight it, sweet girl," he guided you, the pressure of his hand increasing. He maintained his pace, feeling your walls tighten and squeeze around him, clamping so hard he struggled to keep up.
"Come on, there we are," he further encouraged, and normally, you'd tell him to shut up, his words embarrassing you slightly, but you were so filled with delicate pleasure that you couldn't risk losing it. The immense pinch in your core finally snapped, and you were coming around him, pumping him for all he was worth as your arousal came to its peak. Your face made him positively weak at the knees.
"There we go," he cooed, his hand coming to your clit to stimulate you more, though you began begging him not to, trying and failing to grab his wrist in the process. You bit your lip instead, eyes all glossy and strained as you looked at your lover as though he was God. Perhaps he was, because no mortal man should have been able to make you feel so good.
"Please come, Finan." you whined sweetly, and he could never deny you as he had done before. He would listen to you if you told him to do anything, let alone come, which he did gladly, pumping you full of his seed, thinking briefly about the pups you could share. The pups that you would share.
His heart pumped ten times as fast as he bred you, vowing to be the only man to touch you ever again. His possessiveness had seemed to grow in the last hour, and he lifted you suddenly onto his lap, caressing the top of your head as you panted in unison.
"We'll speak properly tomorrow," he began, stroking your now undone hair. Your ribbon barely hung on, and you wound it around his fingers, the fabric reminding him of your sweet confession, something that he knew he would tease you about for years to come, but secretly loved, "sleep for now, love."
He stayed awake for most of the night, observing you every now and then, mostly focusing on the sway of the candlelight. He had seen his lord go through so much, and now he had something too precious to lose, he vowed that the same would not happen to him. Even if it cost him his loyalty.
#finan#finan the agile#finan x reader#finan imagine#finan smut#finan x y/n#tlk#tlk fanfic#finan fanfic#tlk finan#sihtric#sihtric kjartansson#sihtric smut#the last kingdom#osferth#uhtred
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Uhtred’s pretty boys and discovering they have a crying kink:
Warnings: no actual smut but mentions of it, crying (obviously), injury
A/N: couldn’t decide who to write for so I picked my favorite pretty boys 🤷🏻♀️ other fics for Eddie and probably Aemond will follow!
Sihtric watched as Finan finished the sling for your arm. He tossed it around your head and gently lifted your arm into it. You couldn’t help but wince, the Irishman apologizing profusely.
You let your arm rest in the sling, letting out a small moan at the relief it finally gave you. A quick tear ran down your cheek and it caught Sihtric’s eye. A few more tears followed as you rested your head back. He followed the tears as they slid down your neck.
He could feel his cock stirring in his breeches- his pants becoming just a bit tighter. The thought of the tears running down your face in a much different context was interesting to him.
He vowed that as soon as your arm was healed, he would take you on every surface until your glistening eyes rolled back in your head from pleasure- tear stained cheeks and swollen lips begging him to have mercy on you.
He wouldn’t, however, not until your legs were shaking and body wracked with sobs. He would mark your entire body, but would kiss away the tears when he was finally done with you.
Finan had always been fond of you- your wit nearly matching his (or outdoing as you would confidently say). You were quite attractive as well and he would flirt with you to no end.
You all sat around the fire one night, exchanging stories and dreams. Uhtred was telling a particularly good story about when he was a child and slipped in the goat pen after he had been living with the Danes. He was so animated he had you laughing harder than Finan had ever seemed; he’s certain the ale was contributing to that because Uhtred was not that funny…
The campfire flames reflected off of your skin, shining streaks of tears now streaming down your face. Finan couldn’t help but stare as you tried your best to wipe them away.
He wanted to grab your hand, to stop you, but he couldn’t tell why. You let out a heavy sigh as more tears cascaded over your smiling cheeks and that’s when he knew. A hunger grew in his belly and he wanted to be the cause of your tears.
He didn’t want to hurt you in any way, but he wanted to make you feel so good that no amount of self control would allow the dam not to burst. He wanted to tease you until you were crying for his cock and only after he was satisfied, would he give it to you.
Sweet, shy Osferth- the poor man thought there was something wrong with him the first time his cock hardened when he noticed a tear drop sliding down your cheek. You were holding a newborn baby and you were overcome with emotion. You sniffled to try to hold back the tears but they came anyway. The rest of the world melted away and he was transfixed by you.
He had sought out the advice of Uhtred, of course, and the older man reassured him he was not sick or twisted. He even recounted his own pleasure at seeing tears streaming down a woman’s face, typically while she was choking on his cock.
While the idea was enticing to Osferth, he often imagined you in another scenario. He often imagined your bodies pressed tightly together as he made love to you. He would bury himself deep inside of you so he could feel every inch of you.
The emotion between the two of you would be so powerful, you would choke back your tears as he fucked into you over and over. He would be sure to spill himself inside of you as a declaration of his love, kissing the tears away with reassuring whispers.
He decided that it may make him a sinner, but it was worth it to see your soft tears beneath him as you both rode out yours highs.
#the last kingdom#Osferth x reader#osferth tlk#Finan x reader#finan tlk#Sihtric tlk#Sihtric x reader#Osferth smut#Finan smut#Sihtric smut
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celebrations
Pairing: Finan x f!Reader
Summary:
The camp is celebrating a battle that you have won, and while they drink and dance together, you sit by a lake alone.
Finan has some ideas of what you could do instead.
Warnings: SMUT - 18+ - oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, fingering, riding, unsafe sex + creampie :D (enjoy) - plus words such as "cunt" are used to descibe reader's private parts. No use of Y/N, only petnames
Word Count: roughly 1.8K (posted to ao3, too)
You have won a battle again. All the warriors are celebrating, feasting and dancing around the bonfire. You had enough of it a while ago, and now you are sitting by the lake alone. You said to yourself it would be only for a short while, but it is not going exactly that way.
“Is everything alright with ya’?” you hear from behind. You hum as you look up at Finan, who has a jug of ale in his hand.
“Oh, I’m fine, Finan, don’t worry. I just...wanted a little calm and quiet.” you smile at the Irishman.
“Ya wouldn’t mind some company, would ya?” he asks, and he doesn’t sit down until you tell him that you don’t mind him being with you. “You don’t have anything else bothering you, right?”
“Nothing’s bothering me.” apart from maybe seeing so many people happily together, like Uhtred and Gisela, Sihtric and his wife...
“It seems like something does...” he nudges you a little, and it makes you smile a little. “You should be celebratin’! We won! Feast! Drink ale! Dance! Get yourself a man to hump!” you laugh at his last suggestion.
“As if there were available men in camp who are not only caring about their own pleasure.” you take his cup and a sip of ale. You didn’t have the best past relationship with men, especially your late husband, who has put himself before you in every situation possible.
“I know at least one.” he raises his brows suggestively. You stare into his eyes, your cheeks reddening. You know what he means, but you are not sure in yourself.
“Well, I don’t think he would want to be with me.” you say, teasingly, with a small smile.
“That is nonsense, half the camp wants to be with you.” he chuckles. “It is irritating...” he starts but doesn’t finish the sentence.
“What is irritating?” you ask, now hiding away your smile.
“Listening to them. With the urge to beat each of ‘em up, but I can’t, because we need the numbers.” he rolls his eyes again.
“Well, none of them dare come close to me. I am sure what you hear are only words, and nothing more.” you say to him, your smile coming through. “Now, this one man you know...you sure he is in that half of the camp who wants to be with me?” you say cheekily, and you are not sure if he is catching on.
“Oh, I am very sure.” he turns to you, only now realizing that you have been staring at him the whole time. “Very, very sure.” he says, his voice lowering as he leans slowly closer. “Darlin’...”
“Yes?” you ask back as your noses are touching.
“May I?” he asks, quietly, only for you to hear, although it is not like anyone else is nearby.
“You may.” you say, cupping his cheek as he leans in closer, capturing your lips with his. You giggle into it, his beard tickling you. He gets on his knees, and starts kissing down to your neck, sucking on your sensitive skin, making you moan. “Finan, please...”
“How do you want it?” he murmurs between shaggy breaths. “Do you want to lay down, and I give you everything, or should I lay down and you take everything yourself?”
“Both. One after the other.” you gasp a little, pulling him in for another kiss. He pushes you back, so you lay down in the soft grass, with him lying above you. For a few minutes, he is just laying on you, kissing you sweetly, letting you wrap your arms and legs around his body. He himself holds you tight, finally having you all for himself. He grinds down on you, and you feel him get harder through all the clothes.
He starts kissing down your neck, setting your moans free again. With one hand, he unties your shirt, revealing only the top of your chest just yet, and kisses all over what bare skin he can find. What gets him a little frustrated, is that there are no more knots on your shirt, or buttons, and he doesn’t want to sit you up, as you just laid down.
“How much do you like this shirt?” he asks.
“It’s nothing special.” and as you say it, he rips it apart right in the middle, making you giggle a little at his eagerness. It didn’t surprise you at all. He is fast to attack one of your breasts, kissing you and sucking there, while massaging the other, earning more and more moans and whines from you.
To his dismay, he has to lean away from you to remove the rest of your clothing. He is on his knees, looking down at your bare form. He has to stop for a moment, to keep his composure and keep it slow at the beginning.
“Don’t you think...you are a little over dressed?” you ask, just before you would shudder from a breeze. Maybe the two of you didn’t think it all through. He gets up, grabbing you and carrying you away.
“Don’t worry, my tent is nearby.” he says with a cheeky smile, watching out for the others so they don’t see the two of you. You giggle, hiding your face in his neck. He walks fast towards his tent, setting you down on his bed, where you are swallowed by the furs, and a sigh leaves your lips at the warmth.
He takes off his own shirt, too, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him. It is not the first time you have seen him shirtless, oh no, but this time, it is all for you. He looks deep into your eyes as he starts to untie his pants.
“Ya like what ya see?” he asks, raising his chin a little.
“I don’t know, I might have to take a closer look.” you sit up and help him to untie his pants, as he is struggling with it a little. He groans. “I really like what I see.” you smile up at him before laying back and watching him take the rest of his clothes off. Your eyes wander over his body, his muscles, his scars, his thick, hard cock. You swear, throwing your head back.
He just chuckles at that, then crawls back onto the bed and above you. He smiles down at you as he moves to kiss your jaw, then your throat, and from then on down to your stomach...
He has his hands on your hips gripping into your skin, but one slides down to feel how wet you are. You gasp a little, then moan as he circles your hole. He pushes a finger inside, not breaking eye contact with you as he does so, then another one. You moan louder with each thrust of his fingers.
“Come on sweetheart, I can’t hear ya’.” he smirks, latching onto your pussy.
“Fuck! Finan...” you let out, throwing your head back.
He works you slowly, moaning at your taste. You sneak a hand into his hair, which makes him even more desperate. You stroke and pull his hair slightly, moving him where you most want him. A chill goes down your spine, and you shake in his arms, making him chuckle.
“Finan...”
“Let it out, darlin’.” he says against your skin, picking up his pace as he feels you getting closer to your peak. You curse and try to close your legs, locking him in place between your thighs. He moans, rolling his eyes out of pure pleasure. He feels like he just ascended into a heaven he will never get into.
You are soon arching your back, reaching your high, crying out his name. You pant, feeling as your legs give out, with a hand over your lips. He is still licking up your folds, but he is much gentler than he was before.
“Heavens...” you sigh.
“That good, ha?” he crawls up to look down at you, some of your juices glistening in his beard.
You smile then laugh. “Very good, yes. Very good.” you nod, trying to clean his beard, even though you think he looks really good like that. “Can’t wait to have you inside of me...” you say quietly, and he groans, hiding his face in the crook your neck and leaving kisses there.
“The things you say, you filthy heathen...” you laugh as you push him away and down onto the bed. You straddle him, your wet cunt making contact with his hard cock. You feel him twitch as you slide your folds over his base.
He sits up, grabbing into your hips. You are on your knees, doing your best to help him guide himself inside you. He kisses you gently, as he pushes inside. You let out a long moan, which he devours instantly.
You lean away to look him in the eyes. Into his pretty, dark eyes. You smile, giving him a peck on the lips as you caress his cheeks.
“So handsome...” you say with a grin on your face.
“Says the most beautiful creature amongst all people.” he huffs out. “Ya have no idea, just how heavenly ya look. If someone said to me ya are an angel, I would believe them.”
You chuckle. “Give me a minute and you will think of me differently.”
He hums with a smile. “Perhaps ya are a devil in disguise?”
You kiss him, moving your hips faster. “Perhaps.” you murmur between kisses. You grab his shoulders for leverage, as you start riding his cock even faster.
“Oh, fuck...” he moans. He bucks up into you involuntarily, making you cry out his name. He kisses down to your neck and sucks, leaving red bruises all over your skin there. “Darlin’...”
“Finan!” you cry out his name before you reach your peak again. Your cunt clenches around his cock, making him release his seed deep inside you.
He holds you close as he rests his head on your shoulder, grabbing into your hips with a vice grip. You pant into his ear, giving him some featherlight kisses. He holds his own lips against your skin, not exactly kissing, but just keeping them there.
You run your hand through his hair, tugging gently, encouraging him to look up at you. You peck his lips, and he smiles fondly at you. He pulls out and you groan, feeling as his seed flows out of you. He grabs a cloth and cleans both of you off.
“Everything alright?” he asks as you lay down on the bed and he sits down next to you.
“Yes, my love.” you smile. “Now, come and rest with me.”
And he does, laying down next to you and enveloping you in his arms, almost instantly falling asleep next to you.
The next morning, you let Finan sleep in, and you walk out of his tent, just to be greeted by the other three, who are joined by the hip.
“I told you so.” says Osferth. Uhtred rolls his eyes and Sihtric tosses silver coins at his head.
#finan x reader#finan the agile#finan the last kingdom#uhtred of bebbanburg#sihtric#osferth#finan smut#smut#the last kingdom#the last kingdom smut#ao3
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Stream - Finan x Reader x Sihtric (smut)
Besties, y'all need to hype this up, since there aren't many active TLK readers on here currently. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: pwp, the three of them fuck in a stream close to Winchester, set in S2E6
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected vip, handjob, sex in the stream so somewhat public
Pairing: Finan x fem!reader x Sithtric (1.2k words)
Winchester was busy, people kept running around, chatting about the upcoming wedding of Æthelred and Æthelflæd, excited about the following celebrations, all too oblivious to the danger waiting ahead. (Y/n) was sitting on the stairs in front of Finan and Sihtric, not sparing much attention to the words Æthelwold tried to share with Uhtred. She had her shoulders pressed against Finan’s knees, eyes closed to enjoy the way her lover kneaded her aching shoulders, trying to work on the pain lingering inside her body.
“Come, the king’s waiting.” (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered open to follow Uhtred’s frame disappearing, giving the others a few moments of silence. While the monk that had found its way to them moments ago now disappeared within the crowd, Æthelwold also left the others behind, probably finding comfort in the nearest alehouse.
“So, what shall we do?” Finan’s voice echoed through the air, eyes flickering between (y/n) and Sihtric. A smile tugged on the woman’s lips, rising to her feet with a small groan rumbling through her.
“How about a bath? We should make use of the calmness before it escalates, and I think we all know it won’t take long for something to happen.” With both her hands reached out for her two lovers to take, (y/n) dragged them through the city, mind set on a nearby stream she had found the last time they'd been here.
“I think our lady here is just trying to get us out of our leather.” Sihtric’s laugh overpowered the clicking of (y/n)’s tongue, slightly shaking her head as she let go of their hands, coming to halt in front of the stream. The water looked all too clear in the sun, shielded from any curious eyes, giving them the calmness their minds had been aching for.
The three of them started undressing, eyes shut to enjoy the cold water clinging to their bodies, washing away the dirt and sweat of the past days. For a few moments none of them dared to speak up, basking in one another’s company, in the sweet sounds of nature, and the quiet stories the rushing by water told.
Finan’s wandering hands started to break the peace, pulling (y/n) against his chest to press a few kisses against her now cool skin. A soft moan broke through the female warrior, eyes still closed to focus on her lover’s touch, not noticing the look of mischief Finan shot Sihtric, watching him move closer. Sihtrics hands moved up her sides, cupping her breasts to leave a few kisses along them, softly sucking on her hardening nubs.
Her eyes fell open, eyes catching Sihtric’s glistening ones, not breaking eye contact once, not even as Finan’s hand found its way between their bodies, cupping her heat. She was dripping for her lovers, desperate to be filled by them, to pleasure one of them with her hand, while the other would take her like they’d done hours ago, in the quiet hours of the night.
“Your body’s aching for us, eh?” She could only moan to reply to the words Finan murmured into her ear, skilled fingers brushing through her folds. With trembling fingers (y/n) found Sihtric’s chin, pulling him up to meet her lips in a teeth-clashing kiss, tongues battling for victory. (Y/n)’s moans and the satisfied groans of her lovers broke the calmness of the afternoon, echoing through the air as if they were holding their own celebration, clinging to one another in hopes of being able to stay like this forever.
“Need you, please, I need more.” Her words were murmured against Sihtric’s lips, making a smirk widen on them.
“You hear that, Finan? So desperate for us.” Sihtric pressed one last kiss against her lips before his eyes met Finan’s, wordlessly communicating their next movements. Her hand was brought to Sihtric’s twitching cock, while Finan brushed his through her folds from behind, coating himself in her arousal. She was pulled in for another bruising kiss as Finan pushed into her from behind, forcing her walls to spread.
Trembling hands struggled to pump Sihtric’s cock, mind and body distracted by the feeling of Finan taking her from behind. Sihtric’s hand helped her move, unable to bite down his smirk as he watched her tremble between them, still not used to being touched like that, even after months of sharing her body and soul with the two men.
“I bet the gods are jealous of me right now, what a sight.” Heat flushed through her at Sihtric’s words, unable to pick up on the words Finan murmured, swallowed by the moan breaking through the man. Her walls clenched around his cock, already close, not able to drag out the moment much longer.
Sihtric’s cock twitched in her grasp, head rolling back to expose his neck further to her wandering eyes, enjoying the way she tightened her grip on him. The three lovers were a tangled mess of moans and groans, unable to hold back as they pushed themselves further and further towards the edge, about to cum together.
(Y/n) was the first to let go, eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm rocked through her, forcing her to struggle with the pumping motion of her hand, needing Sihtric’s help once again. The men followed her down the edge moments later, cum painting her walls and her stomach white, leaving their stain on her as if it was the first time they were claiming her. All three of them were heavily panting, clinging to one another for a few more moments before they parted, desperate for another dip.
“I love you.” Sihtric whispered the words as he pulled (y/n) in for a kiss, not letting her go yet, unable to trust her quivering limbs. She replied the loving three words with her hand cupping his cheek, laughing in surprise as Finan picked her up, pulling her away from Sihtric to squeeze her sides, forcing another love confession from her lips, desperate to word out the way he loved her.
And with the sun burning down on the three lovers, they found some peace in its warmth and company, momentarily able to forget about the struggles laying ahead.
#sihtric x reader x finan#sihtric smut#finan smut#the last kingdom imagine#the last kingdom#finan x reader#sihtric x reader
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After dark | Masterlist
Like all things in adult life, the day in question happened because of a lost bet, however, from a certain angle, everyone involved won a nice surprise at the end of the day.
pairing: female stripper!reader x modern!osferth, finan and sihtric.
warnings: smut, p in v sex, tiddy sucking, oral sex (m and f receiving) and anal sex.
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Prologue
Part one: Osferth x Stripper!reader
���Watching her strolling in the night so white, wondering: Why It's only after dark?”
Part two: Sihtric x Stripper!reader
“In her eyes a distant fire light burns bright, wondering: Why It's only after dark?”
Part three: Finan x Stripper!reader
“In the dawn I wake up to find her gone, and the note says: Only after dark.”
Part four: Osferth, Sihtric and Finan x Stripper!reader | COMING SOON.
“In my heart, a deep and dark and lonely part wants her and waits for after dark”
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—taglists:
general: @bel-bottoms @fan-goddess @kravitzwhore @partypoison00
ewanverse: @aemonds-fire @partypoison00 @schniiipsel @fan-goddess
this fic: @gemini-mama @lexwolfhale @ireallydontcareanymorebrooo @tssf-imagines
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The inspiration for this fic is Salma Hayek dancing in From Dusk Till Dawn.
#osferth x fem!reader#osferth#sihtric#finan#finan x reader#osferth x you#osferth smut#osferth fanfic#Osferth x reader#sihtric x reader#sihtric kjartansson#sihtric x you#sihtric kjartanson#sihtric smut#smut fics#finan smut#finan x you#finan tlk#tlk osferth#osferth fics#fics#tlk fics#modern osferth#modern sihtric#modern finan#after dark masterlist
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Ale House Maiden
Purely TLK sumt! Featuring reader, Finan, Sihtric, and Uhtred.
Word count: 6019
Warnings: Rated X, swearing, light bondage, unprotected sex, all the jazz...
You've been serving at the Cookham ale house for as long as you can remember; a career choice your mother thought would fit you well seeing as your greatest qualities in life were your big bosoms and your ability to flirt with any man near. She wasn't wrong; and through the years the job served you well. Especially when intoxicated men became regulars leaving handsome tips for you. A few of those regulars in more recent years were none other than Lord Uhtred and his men.
The moment they stepped through the ale house door your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. They were all devilishly handsome; their hair, their voices, their demeanor and the courageous ways they carried themselves, their huge toned bodies that towered over normal towns folk… not to mention their especially kind tips of silver. There was nothing that you loved daydreaming more, than the mere image of one of those strong men taking you in their arms and having their way with you up against the wall, or on a table, or even outside behind the ale house…
It was an especially rowdy night at the ale house, and you were nonstop from the moment its doors opened. A celebration of sorts was happening within the town and along with it, many eager paying individuals ready to celebrate by getting drunk. Your forehead damp from the hustle in the ale house, you poured several more cups full of fresh ale, gathered them in your arms and set out for the table to place them at. Squeezing your way through the crowded ale house and over a few passed out drunk on the floor, you made your way over, and set the large cups of ale down with a thud. You felt the eyes of the men heavy on you, as they usually were, while you unloaded your arms of the cool drinks.
"Is there anything else I can get you gentlemen?" You ask without looking up.
"I'll take a tall drink of you lassy!" His thick Irish accent cuts through the rowdy ale house as he speaks.
You glance up towards him, his glistening brown eyes peer up at you. You try your best to compose yourself after realizing who it is that's speaking to you; Finan. You'd know that voice anywhere. You smirk and dramatically toss your hair back behind your shoulders exposing your well rounded and exposed chest. His eyes light up, and the other men near him lean closer getting a better view.
"Make that two!" Shouts another man near Finan.
"Ayee, yer married, ya fool!" Finan teases the Dane looking man you know of as Sihtric.
You giggle to yourself and bite back your bottom lip, eyeing them dangerously.
"Perhaps after closing, darlings." You wink as you tell them flirtatiously.
A few of the other men begin cheering, hooting and whistling towards your comment but you dismiss it to natural manly behavior. You smile pleasingly and begin to depart from the table when you bump into a rather large man.
"My apologies." You say discreetly, trying to weave through the sea of men.
But he stops you. His giant rough hands on your shoulders; you stare up in disbelief before you. His piercing blue eyes stare down at you, turning your insides to goo just being so close to him.
"My lord!" You say clearing your throat.
He chuckles to himself and eyes you devilishly.
"What can I..do for you?" You ask sheepishly.
"Oh, no! No not at all.." You reassure him in a shy voice.
"Are my men giving you a hard time?" He asks with a smirk though his huge calloused hand.
You swallow hard peering into his deep blue eyes and try to maintain a steady breath. He releases your face, his thumb trailing down across your chin, he slips between you and others heading back to his table.
He releases your shoulder with one hand and traces his thumb along his bottom lip, deep in thought as his eyes trail up and down you.
"Well let me know if they do.." He says, finally; in a raspy whisper.
Stunned, you fumble your way through the crowd back to the bar and down a lonely cup of ale. You wipe your hands on your apron and begin pouring more drinks for the eager men sitting before you. Your mind spins from the events that just happened but your muscle memory kicks in and drinks are being served as usual. Men smiling and ogling over you leaving you handsome tips in the process.
He stands still for a moment still eyeing you. Then cranes his head down closer to yours and places his hand on your chin gently pulling your face towards him.
A little while later you hear the shouting of men begin to start a brawl in the middle of the ale house; you roll your eyes and sigh looking around to see if anyone is breaking it up. Of course per usual, the onlookers are doing no such thing; other than shouting them on, and encouraging the behavior. You toss your arms full of ale onto the closest table and rush to the center of the room. Two very drunk individuals are shoving each other around the circle of shouting men.
"Out, come on we can not have this in here!" You shout over the crowd.
Shoving your way through the formed circle of men you reach the center and see the two inebriated trouble makers.
"ENOUGH!" You try to yell louder over the noise "GET OUT, OUTSIDE WITH YOU! NOT IN HERE!" You shout louder.
You yell in pain and cover your face. You pull your hand back and see the bit of red dripping from your fingers. Your eyes wetten as you swallow the mouthful of blood. You spit on the floor and grip your white apron with shaking fists.
"STOP IT NOW!" You demand as loudly as you can. Your voice is still not heard. But instead the larger of the two is cast in your direction and his big bald head smacks into you.
"GET THE FUCK OUT YOU BASTARDS!"
Your words are of no use as the two men grasping each other by the shoulders fling one another around the circle.
The crowds yelling settles a bit as the attention has been taking from the men to you. And swiftly you see a table of men get up at once and grab the unruly men in the middle of the circle. Their presence opens a wide hole in the sea of men and they pluck the belligerent fighters from the floor and drag them outside.
A dark figure emerges from behind, casting a large shadow on you. You hear him plunk himself down at a seat by the bar without a word.
"Damnit!" You yell as you spit again.
"Sorry…I'll be right with you.." You inform them over your shoulder, still trying to steady the bleeding. Your rag finally turning less and less red, you spin around and spy Uhtred sitting at the bar waiting patiently with a handsome smile painted across his face.
You breath wavers, uncurling your clenched fists, you wipe your face again with shaky hands. Seeing more redness still forming at your lip, you storm off back to the bar and rinse your mouth a few times with some water. But the redness still remains.
You bite back your grin, trying not to wince at the pain as you eye the heroic warrior sitting so patiently watching you tend to your bloody lip.
"Oh dear", you snicker "Can I help you?" You ask, your voice full of laughter.
"Perhaps.. but I believe I should help you first." Uhtred grins and extends his arm out towards you.
You inch closer to him and he reaches out grabbing a clean rag from behind the wooden bar. He dips it in a nearby cup of ale and gently dabs it over your swollen bottom lip. You cringe at the sting and instinctively reach up clutching his huge arm.
"It's alright." He whispers to you calmly.
You release his arm and he cautiously tries to dap at your lip again, even softer this time.
"...Thank you." You tell him.
He smiles and continues to cater to your swollen lip, you can't help but stare madly into his gorgeous blue eyes, watching his two perfect pink lips turn up a little as he tends to you.
"What's your name?" He asks.
"...Y/N" you tell him faintly.
"Well, Y/N…" He allows his words to linger in the air for a moment. “You’re going to be swollen and sore for a bit but I do believe you’ll recover just fine…” A smirk turning up at the corners of his lips.
You relax against him a bit, comforted by the tone in his words. A smile spreads across your face instantly stinging your lip and flees, all too quickly.
"Thank you, my lord.. I suppose I am in your debt…"
His smirk grows into a smile.
"Please, call me Uhtred.'' He tells you with a grin. His eyes twinkle in the dim light as they peer back at you. “..Though I hate to inform you, your debt will have to be paid to my men.."
He pulls his hand away and drops the stained rag on the table before you. You cast him a look of suspicion and he laughs leaning against his elbows on the bar. His face only inches from yours; he sits peering into your eyes for a moment and it makes your mouth go dry.
"Your men?" You ask, swallowing down the harsh lump as best you can.
"Mmm, mmhmm" He hums quietly before taking a long dip of ale.
You peer around the side of Uhtred's head and spy Finan and Sihtric standing watching you from a distance.
"They were hoping since they cast those bastards out; as you so lovely put it…" Uhtred places his ale cup back down on the table. "...That you would make good on your promise…" He says with a mischievous smirk.
Your eyes peer back towards the incredible handsome man addressing you.
"What promi…."
Your face fills with redness and you feel the heat rising in your chest. Uhtreds stares at you with a charming and equally malicious look as you come to the realization.
You run your hand through your hair and take a long sip of Uhtred's ale holding it in your mouth wondering how you landed yourself in such a spot. If only all things were as easy to conjure if only by daydreams and imaginings.
"Your men?" You ask after a large gulp.
"Mmm"
"Sihtric, and Finan?" You take another large gulp of the ale.
"Mmmmhmm."
"Wish me to bed!?"
Uhtred casts his look down towards the table and you finish his remaining ale in his cup for him. He shakes his head and looks back up grinning ear to ear at you.
You pour another full cup of ale for Uhtred and grab another for yourself as well, gulping its coolness down in disbelief.
"...I can't disagree with them." He says, shaking his head again.
"No?" You ask him, bringing the cup to your lips again.
"Why do you sound so surprised?.." he asks, staring back at you. "You’re beautiful, tough,…bonnie, as Finan would say." He chuckles as the words escape him.
Uhtred leans back in his seat and taps lightly on the table.
"Well…" you say before taking another long sip.
His face is soft but still smiling and you can't help but stare back into his delicious blue eyes.
"..Well?" Uhtred asks in a smooth mysterious voice.
"No, I can't.."
"...Well they're going to have to wait till I shut down the house.." You tell him with a sly smile, reminded by the stinging of your lip instantly.
You place your cup down by his hand and allow your fingers to graze past his huge calloused knuckles. He grabs your hand and pulls you closer toward him in a smooth, gentle motion.
"We'll be back then.." He says only inches from your face.
He releases you and stands gesturing to the others before heading out the door. Finan and Sihtric keep their eyes on you till the last second before disappearing into the darkness.
"And no more brawls tonight!" Uhtred calls out over his shoulder before disappearing along with them.
You slump down behind the bar and clutch your chest. Your head whizzing in every direction. (What on earth have I gotten myself into...)
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The rest of the night spirals by in a furry. You do your best to keep your focus on the tasks at hand, but it's nearly impossible to keep calm knowing what's in store for the end of the night. You keep replaying the conversation in your mind wondering if it was all just a bluff, then your heart drops out of your stomach thinking about standing and waiting for no one in the darkness after you lock the ale house up. Drink after drink floats from the bar by your hands and before you know it, the bar has died down. You try your best to cast the rest of the men out and tidy up the few remaining cups from the tables. Your mind is almost at ease before you hear the door open and footsteps entering.
You turn and see them standing and watching you; lust and wonder heavy in their eyes. You clear your throat and dump the cups into a pail. Sihtric and Finan stride towards you and lean up against the bar.; slick smirks on their face as they eye you devilishly. Uhtred appears from behind them, his arms crossed and not so impressed looking. You swallow hard meeting his eye.
"Why the long face?" You ask leaning forward against the wooden bar on your elbows.
Finan and Sihtric carefully watch your movements and seem to be pleased.
You allow your hips to dip and dance for their amusement and you hear the two whistle and hoot in response. Uhtred, clearly unamused by their comments, slams his fist upon a nearby table, and you spin around startled.
"Well, come boys…" you tell them, waltzing out from behind the bar and towards the back rooms of the house.
"She is a lady and will be treated like so!" He commands them in a deep low voice.
Uhtred smirks but says nothing.
You feel the smile creeping up across your lips and bite it back.
The men look at you, and you point them in the direction down the hall.
"Second room on the left.." You tell them.
They skitter away eagerly and you turn your head back to Uhtred. He inches closer gripping at your waist.
"You don’t have to do this, you know..." He tells you quietly.
He shakes his head a bit, the smirk emerging at the corners of his lips. You roll your eyes, leaning in against him, playing with the straps on his chest.
“Is that a hint of jealousy I detect in your voice?” You ask him with a giggle.
" ..I would.." you pause staring up towards him wondering if you should utter the words on your tongue. He returns the mournful look towards you and you swallow hard trying to gather the words once again.
You suck a deep breath in and exhale with a sly grin on your face.
"...I would gladly take you over those two, anyday…" you tell him quietly.
He grips your hand in his and brings it to his mouth pressing a soft kiss on it. You pull your hand away and replace it with your own lips. The touch instantly hurts your lip from earlier. Uhtred pulls back gently feeling your swollen lip graze against his. You peer up into his glimmering blue eyes and he watches as your chest rises and falls with each deep breath. You reach up and pull his head closer, colliding your lips together again, regardless of the pain it's causing you. He pecks gentle kisses on you at first. Being mindful of your swollen lip, but before long, has his mouth enraged upon yours. His tongue tangles with yours as you moan into him.
His hands slide up your sides gripping the ties of your dress before unlacing the back and prying it from your body. You gasp against him and he pulls his head back taking in the view of your naked chest as he peels your dress down over you. He chuckles under his breath and licks his lips before pulling you back towards him; sucking and kissing at your neck and shoulders. You wrap your hands around his neck and moan softly against him as your core quivers from his touch.
He breaks his mouth from your chest and spins you around. Tightly held in his arms against him you feel his hard eager cock pressing gently against your ass. He unties the rest of the ribbons down your back and allows your dress to fall to the ground. He presses hot wet kisses over your bare shoulders. You reach up entwining your hand in his hair; his hands come out from behind cupping and groping at your tits. He spins you back around and looks you up and down in your nakedness. His hand winds down over your bare ass, and he pulls your thigh up around him. His fingers graze against your wet core and he snickers watching you groan and pant at his touch.
"Go settle their needs…" He tells you, his fingers edging into your wet core.
You groan against him as you feel his warm blunt fingers slide inside you for a brief moment.
You meet his eye and smile brightly at him, he places you softly down on the ground unwrapping yourself from him and smacks your ass as you stumble down the hall before him.
“..Keep that for me, yeah?”
Your legs wobbly as you make your way down the dark hall; a grand grin painted across your face. You wrap lightly on the door and Finan opens it with a lustful smile. He swings the door open and pulls you in admiring your body. You swallow hard and he takes your hand gently in his. You stand naked in between the two tall muscular men, they've striped their outer clothes off but only you stand naked between them.
“But that mouth…” he tells you in a whisper, then pecks a small gentle kiss on your lips.
Sihtrics fingers trace long gentle strokes down your shoulders followed by light wet kisses. He grips your hips firmly and grasps at your naked perky ass. Finan stands a few steps back, enjoying the view. You smile flirtatiously at him, enjoying Sihtrics mouth; hot and eager upon your sensitive skin. You bite back a gasp as Sihtric presses himself against you forcefully, his hands slither out from behind you and go in opposite directions. One up to cup your breast and the other down between your legs at your wet core.
Sihtric mumbles low against your ear.
“She's ready for us, already.” he informs Finan with a chuckle.
Finans tongue darts out of his mouth and licks his lips. You meet his eyes and gleam at him, allowing Sihtric mouth to caress down your neck and shoulder. Finan shifts in place and swiftly removes his thin shirt swiftly up over his head. His chest speckled in hair gleams with a thin layer of sweat and he tosses his shirt to the side watching you. His arms flexing as he does and you giggle quietly watching him with a smirk. Finan smiles back at you and makes sure your watching him while he tugs at his waistband. His cock stands protruding against the thin layer of fabric. He pulls his pants taunt against himself and thrusts dramatically in your direction before smiling and reaching his hand down into the thin layer of fabric against his hard cock.
Finan sucks a deep inhale in and meets your eye, while his hand in his waistband strokes his hard cock slowly.
“Oh no,” Sihtric purrs seductively in your ear. “He likes to watch…”
“Ay I think she also likes to watch…” Finan says in a low husky tone.
Sihtrics fingers creep down between your legs and make small quick circles around your swollen mound. You groan quietly, instinctively reaching out towards Finan, but Sihtric keeps you in his grasp.
Sihtric cups your ass and you instinctively jump up into his arms. He engulfs your nipples with his mouth and you let a low moan escape you. He sucks and laps eagerly at your chest, backing you towards a tall standing workbench and places you carefully on it. His mouth swiftly moves down the front of your body and you tangle your fingers into his hair as he makes his way slowly down between your legs. You lean back against the cold bare wall, arching your core towards him and he moans happily nipping at your thighs. You watch as Finan admires the sight of your bare chest rising and falling rapidly.
“..Can’t disappoint him now can we?” You giggle against Sihtrics' neck.
Sihtric begins slowly at first, licking soft laps at your wet core. You moan against him pulling at his head, but he takes his time and builds you up slowly. You feel his warm soft tongue dart out and drag across your sensitive clit and gasp. He reaches up with a hand and begins tracing tiny quick circles around your bud. Lapping and sucking gently around his fingers. You pant against him, eagerly trying to edge him on to move harder or faster. Finan is busy at work in his pants, breathing heavily as he watches you enjoy Sihtric.
You flash Finan a devilish smile and turn yourself around against Sihtric. His arms caging you as he takes in the view of your nakedness.
You feel Sihtric smile against your wet throbbing core; and he stops. He rises up meeting your face, his hand still circling your eager clit. He presses his hard cock springing from his pants against your wet entrance and you wrap your arms around his neck desperately trying to encourage him towards you. He snickers, then plunges his fingers in between your wet aching walls and you cry out against him.
“She's ready for you.” Sihtric laughs over his shoulder.
Your eyes burst open as his touch escapes you. Sihtric is quickly replaced by Finan approaching you. His gleaming chest rising and falling as he places his hands firmly against your thighs. You pant against him and he grabs a handful of your hair, snapping your head back staring deeply into your eyes.
“Easy there kitten,” Finan whispers. “We're just getting started…”
His huge rough fingers dance across your wet mound swirling and rubbing against your already so sensitive clit. He reaches his hand up and sucks your wetness from his fingers. You swallow a heavy moan down your throat watching him eye you viciously as he does. He releases your head, grabbing at your ass and scooting you towards the edge closer to him. You buck towards him feeling his hard cock press gently into your thigh. He cups your face, keeping your eyes set on his.
“You have very beautiful eyes, my lady” He tells you slowly. “I want to see what they look like with my cock resting deep inside you.”
You groan against him, bucking forwards still, searching for his cock with your hands, you line him up with your entrance and buck against him. His strength outweighs yours but the tip of his cock urges you to push further. You dig your fingers into his trim waist pulling at him to get closer. He beams down at you, holding himself back from you.
A low chuckle erupts from deep within him.
“We can do this all night, if you'd like…” He says with laughter dancing in his tone.
You swallow a hard dry lump down your throat and try to relax against him. He smiles devilishly and takes your hands pressing a light kiss on both of your knuckles. You watch him as he wraps a piece of rope around your wrists intricately, binding your hands together. Your breath slows a bit, he watches you carefully.
He places your bound arms around his neck onto his huge broad shoulders. Unable to do much more, you intertwine your fingers in his thick hair, tugging at it watching his eyes flutter as he growls low. He holds your jaw with one of his hands and digs his fingers into your waist with his other.
“...Behave..” He says in a low growl.
His eyes are full of lust and determination. You lick your lips, eyeing his twitching cock only inches from you. You buck towards him and he pulls out of reach. You bite your lip meeting his eyes and buck towards him again, your ass nearing the edge of the table; yet he pulls away further. You grip another handful of his thick black hair and pull harshly at it. He smiles as he groans out. You release your fist of hair and his head curls back with a grand smile on it.
“...That… is not behaving…” he tells you through a smirk.
You grasp huge handfuls of his hair with both hands this time, pulling him towards you with all your might.
“..Then give me what I want, damnit…” You breathe heavily against him.
He smiles and reaches down between your legs, watching your eyes flutter open and closed as you moan softly against him. You feel his hot tip finally at your entrance, your core aching with anticipation. You swallow hard peering back into his deep brown eyes filled with lust and he watches you carefully…presses himself ever so slowly between your sore soaking folds. You groan against him, biting at your bottom lip trying to keep your eyes open for him to watch. His face studies you carefully watching as you take him inch by inch. Finally you feel him pressed against you and you explode with a moan against him.
His face turns up into a devilish smile and he sits for a moment pressed as deep as he can be inside you. You pant against him and he pulls back a little before starting to thrust slowly and harshly against you. Your body jolts with each thrust and you moan against him, digging your fingers into his sweaty scalp as you buck towards him.
“Faster!!” you pant against him.
Your core slowly builds and twists up into a long awaiting spill.
He grunts against you, his mouth catching your neck and sucking hard against your damp sensitive skin. He grips your thighs and pounds harder against you, your moans and his grunts filling the thick air around you.
“Right there Finan!” You cry through your breathlessness. “Don’t stop!” Your walls clench tight around his cock inside you knowing your own climax is just upon you. He groans a loud moan and stops abruptly.
“No! Don’t stop!” You cry again, thrashing against him.
He pulls himself out, his cock dripping with the murky white seed. He pants watching you with a smug smile as you squirm angrily aginst him. He picks you up and you buck against him, your wetness covering him as you twist insatiable in his clutch. You pant against him and he drops you to your feet. You collapse against him, your legs tingling and unable to hold you. He steadies you carefully before unhooking your arms from around his neck and uniting your wrists. He flashes a final devilish grin before inching aside while you almost collapse completely, before grasping onto Sihtrics' now bare body taking Finans place.
Sihtrics fingers dance at your soaking core and you groan while squirming against his huge hand. He flips you around onto your stomach and gently bends you against the table. You pant against the hard wooden surface and feel his fingers trace carefully between your slick throbbing folds.
“Do it!” you demand through your breaths. “Do it now!”
You moan against the table arching your back up towards him and feel his throbbing cock as he lines up with your soaking entrance. He plunges himself deep into your wetness, you groan loudly as your body jolts against his. You brace yourself. He squeezes your ass as it jiggles against his thrusts and arch your back as he dips in and out of your aching core.
“I’ll have to personally thank all the Gods for your plump little feisty ass when I meet them” he tells you before smacking your other cheek.
He grunts as he slams wildly deep within you. You feel the waves building within you again and push harder against him with every thrust. Your breath staggers as he collides against you, he smacks his hand harshly against your ass again and you cry out against the table. Your climax builds more and more with each thrust as you moan out in pleasure. His thrusts quickly turn sporadic and ravenous as you hear him grunt from behind you.
Sihtric smacks your ass hard and you groan out.
“I’m so close!” You moan out.
Your body quivers against him and the table.
“Cum, Sihtric, cum for me!”
“Tell me to cum!” He shouts through his grunts.
He smacks your ass hard and your cry out
He slows and pulls himself out, you feel the hot seed spill out over your ass and lower back and squirm under him, your own orgasm quickly disappearing away as he pins you between himself and the table. You moan against the hard surface and pant wildly.
“Christ, tell me to cum!” He demands again.
“Fucking bastards!” You mutter to yourself, while prying your shaky body from the table.
They chuckle as they clothed themselves and you grab someone's nearby shirt before fleeing the room.
“Thank you, my lady!” Finan calls happily down the hallway after you with a laugh.
You wrap the man's shirt around you barely covering yourself and step out into the lit main room of the house. A smile grows across your face when his eyes shoot up and meet yours. He sits shirtless against a large wooden chair covered by a large fur, his blue eyes sparkling; peering back at you, his chest sculpted perfectly and his muscles bulging as he shifts restlessly in the seat.
(Fuck) you whisper to yourself as you step cautiously towards him. He extends his hand out to you and you intertwine your fingers with his as you seat yourself carefully down, straddling one of his legs and gently rubbing your wet core against his huge string thigh. He groans softly gazing at you with heavy lust filling his eyes. You lean in against him and he catches your mouth with his finger.
“...Keep that pretty little mouth for me?” he asks in a husky groan, tracing little circles around your lips with his thumb.
You reach up caressing his strong jaw in your fair little hands, and smile.
“Of course.” You answer him with a giggle.
He smiles back and pulls you against him, capturing your mouth hungrily and forcefully. You moan against him and he plucks the shirt down over your tits, his hands kneading and stroking them. You trace your hand down his toned chest to the opening in his pants. You eagerly pry at the ties concealing him and finally his huge hard cock springs free. He groans against you as you carefully grab his cock and feel him twitch slightly against you. He grasps your tiny face and his tongue invades your mouth hungry and wanting. He groans against you as you stroke him up and down.
You pry your lips from his, and quickly replace your fair little hands with your hot wet mouth. He bucks up towards you and groans happily; his huge hand gently urging your mouth down further around his throbbing cock. You moan against him, your own core pulsating and eager to feel him inside you finally bring you to your long awaited orgasm. He sucks in a sharp breath as he thrusts himself down your throat. You choke back his throbbing cock, squealing slightly and he releases his hand from you. You pop up panting and place yourself on top of him, he inches down in the chair against the fur allowing you better access to him.
You hover over him, aligning yourself with him, and he twitches his throbbing cock against your soaking entrance. You whine out and he sucks your nipple into his mouth.
“Uhtred!'' You moan as you lower yourself down on top of him.
You feel your walls quiver as they wrap eagerly around him and he squeezes his rough fingertips into your hips. He grunts and thrusts up against you, sending a shudder through your body. You grind yourself hard against him, bouncing up and down on him. You pant and groan loudly as you ride him and he thrusts with you, making your orgasm grow quickly and wildly. With each motion, you feel your stomach clenching tighter and your walls clutching faster against his cock. You dig your nails into his shoulders, riding him hard, he grunts with you and soon you feel your climax coming to a head.
“Look at me Y/N, look into my eyes.” he pants breathless against you. “I want to see your face..”
He grasps your face and pulls you down close to his, sucking at your neck and jaw.
He thrusts up against you as you come undone on top of him. He moans watching you spill over his throbbing cock and you feel him shift his pace faster. You collapse against him, panting as you come undone on top of him. He holds you carefully, still plunging deep within you, letting you ride out your high limply on top of him. You shiver and then relax against him, before he lifts you effortlessly and spins around setting you on the table. His mouth catches yours and he devours your sweet sounds as he thrusts hard and fast against your aching core. You cling against him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pant as he fills you completely again.
“Uhtred!” you cry bucking hard against him. "I'm so close!"
“Right there!” you squeal.
“Do it again” He says in a husky moan.
You grind against him and pant trying to keep your eyes open as you feel the knot inside you begin to erupt.
You reach up clutching his huge strong neck and grind against him as he plows hard against you. He carefully clutches your throat with his huge hand sending a whole new kind of sensation down to your core. You gasp quietly as he rocks in and out of you watching your eyes flutter open and closed. Another orgasm tightening up in your stomach as he bucks against you.
“Uhtred!” you squeal again.
He thrusts sporadically, finally releasing his hand from your throat and you moan out loudly. You buck up against him as the waves crash through your core again, leaving your legs tingling and your stomach uncurling. You rock against him as he moans into your bare shoulder. You feel the hot heat burst out inside you and groan happily against him. He gradually slows his pace, panting against you. You pull him back, colliding his lips with yours again. He pants heavily against you, resting his forehead to yours. After a long moment of catching his breath, he slowly pulls out; his tip dripping in cum as he leans over you panting. You reach down and grasp his twitching cock and he groans low against you. Your core throbs from pleasure and he leans down, capturing your mouth a final time with his.
“Uhtred..” You pant against him.
He smiles coyly against your lips exhaling heavily.
“...One more time?..”
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Finan x Fem!Reader
18+ Only
A/N this is my first time writing for TLK so I hope it’s ok, and if anyone likes I’m happy to take a few requests for Finan, Osferth and Sihtric.
“So how was your night?” Uhtred asked once Finan had joined the three other men at the alehouse.
“She is either the devil in disguise or a godsend.” Finan replied, grabbing a pint and immediately beginning to drink.
“How so?” Osferth question, slightly leaning more onto the table in intrigue.
“I’ve never met a woman that can keep up with me, and by god that woman could go all night.” Finan recalled, memories of last night flooding his mind.
Her breasts bouncing in his face as she rode him, the way she clenched around him as she came, her angelic voice calling his name endlessly throughout the night. Even every curve of hers along with her stretch marks plagued him.
“Will you see her again?” Sihtric voiced, noticing the way his friend got lost in his own thoughts.
“Of course he will, he’d be stupid not to.” Uhtred smirked and Finan just nodded.
“Well Y/n is the only woman he has spoken of since we settled down here.” Osferth had found his voice once again.
“Do you plan to marry her?” Uhtred asked, holding eye contact with the Irishman.
“Not too sure on that yet Lord.” Finan replied although the three surrounding him could tell he would like to. Instead of continuing the conversation at hand they decided to drink the night away.
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“Finan? What are you doing here?” Y/n softly spoke, a yawn escaping you due to having been woken up by the man knocking (more like pounding) against the door.
Instead of speaking he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a kiss, his breath tasting of ale. His hands were pulling your dress up as he guided you back into the house, closing the door behind him.
Your hands pushed on his chest, making him break the kiss. The dim light from the moon was kind enough to let you see some of his features. His eyes were sparkling with mischief and lust.
“It’s late.” You whispered, moving to escape his grasp but he held you steady in place. Y/n raised a brow in question, bringing a hand to cup his bearded cheek, “What is on your mind Finan?”
“I want to marry you.” His breath fanned your face, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.
“You are drunk, let us rest. You can stay here tonight.” You whispered back to him, placing a chaste kiss to his lips before leading him to your bed.
Finan did not give up however, laying on his back and pulling your body over his to make you straddle his waist. His hands finding your hips once again and pulling you as close as possible as he ground up into you.
A moan escaped your body at the feeling of his hardness rubbing into your core, your body falling forwards only to stabilise yourself with your hands on Finan’s chest.
“At least let us hump tonight?” Finan asked, his beautiful and cheeky smile on his face. You rolled your eyes but nodded nonetheless, lifting your dress up and over your head.
Finan grinned as you lifted your hips so that he could undo his breeches. Y/n didn’t waste any time. Slowly sinking yourself down onto his long and thick girth, both moaning as you sat flush against him.
You started off with slow rolls of your hips, leaning down to kiss him. Finan groaned and slapped your ass, deciding to take over and thrust up into you, chuckling at the new squeals and moans leaving your body.
“Oh god woman you are divine. I want’ ya all to myself.” Finan kept praising you, flipping you both so that he could thrust even deeper into your sweet cunt.
You kept squeezing him more as his accented voice filled your ears, his praises going straight to your core. You reached up and dug your nails into his tunic, legs wrapping around his waist and your heels digging into his ass to push him further into you.
Finan brought you into another kiss as he reached between your bodies, circling you clit with his skilled fingers to help bring you to your climax.
He knew after last night that you were the only woman for him, having you sprawled like this beneath him and your h/c hair splayed in every directing as he pounded into you.
He groaned as you called his name, the tight coil in your lower stomach snapping as you came around him. Finan had to stop himself from moving, waiting for your spasming to stop otherwise he’d quickly spill his seed into you.
No he couldn’t let that happen, he needed to draw this out, show you just how well he can touch you but he knew with how tight and wet you are he couldn’t go on like last night.
Finan started pounding once again, deciding to still play with your pretty little clit as he continued. The way you moaned his name repeatedly like it was a prayer drive him mad with lust.
“I need you Y/n, to be mine, my wife, to have my pups.” Finan rambled a little longer, stilling for a moment as he moaned your name, his cock twitching as it shot his cum into your pulsating pussy.
Finan didn’t moved until both of your breaths had evened out, you stared at him, bringing a hand up to wipe away the hair sticking to his forehead, seemingly breaking him out of his trance.
“I’m sorry.” Finan sighed, pulling out and sitting next to you.
“For?” You asked, sitting up behind him and pressing your front to his tunic clad back and wrapping your arms around him, your face resting against his shoulder.
“I shouldn’t have finished inside ya, or said those things.” Finans tone was soft and so different from the usual cockiness and playfulness it normally held.
“I don’t mind Finan because it’s you. And as for everything you said we can talk about it in the morning once your head is a little more clear. Now please take your armour off and get into the bed so that we can rest” You spoke, shifting to get under the furs.
“And what if my cock is hard once again, will you help me take care of it?” Finan’s playfulness had come back as he gave you that cheeky smile, standing up as he rid himself of his clothes.
Instead of answering with words you simply spread your legs, reaching between them and starting to play with yourself, giggling a little as he groaned and bit his lip.
“You are definitely a devil, woman.” Finan spoke, crawling between your legs and throwing them over his shoulders before lapping at your folds.
Your fingers tangled in his dark locks, pulling him closer and grinding into his face, his beard slightly tickling your thighs. One of his hands coming to join the mix as it toyed with your entrance, slowly thrusting in and curling before retreating.
His sinful mouth alternating between lapping at your clit and sucking it between his lips. He enjoyed this more than anything, smiling and pinning your hips down with his free hand. His other hand adding another two fingers into your cum filled hole.
Your second orgasm washing over your body quickly, legs shaking and fingers gripping tightly onto his locks, hips stuttering against his face but Finan didn’t slow at all, riding you through this high and into the next.
Finan didn’t plan to stop until you couldn’t handle anymore, he chuckled at your pathetic whines and attempts to get him to stop. He switched his hand and mouth, drinking all of your and his mixed essence out of your hole and his fingers rubbing your clit mercilessly.
“I-I can’t Finan!” You squealed, torn between trying to escape his grasp of just pushing him further into you.
“I don’ plan to stop until sunrise love.” Finan hurriedly spoke so he could get back to work. Y/n was in for a long rest of the night.
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By The Stream
Finan/Reader
Summary: Battles leave scars on the brain as much as the flesh but those who hold all you see dear make the battles within worth every second that you spend with him.
TW: Descriptions of battle and sex, allusion to rape, PTSD, paranoia, angst and fluff
Word Count: 1.5k
The sound of the nearby river is one that is familiar. It’s one that you welcome openly and with eyes closed to capture all that it is. Silence. Fresh air. Peace. It’s all something that you have been away from so long that it no longer feels right but the need to embrace it is strong and relentless.
Here you are no longer subjected to the sounds of metal against metal. The squelch of blood under your feet and the memory of watching as your sword cut through flesh and chain, blood coating you in thick layers bound by sweat, mud and, sometimes, tears. The feeling of bruises against your skin, the ugly purples and blacks that fade into grotesque yellows that make you wince as you look at them. Scratches and cuts that bleed in streams of crimson and sting as water from a tattered and rough cloth touch them with the utmost care by the loving and rough hands of Finan. Not that it matters, it still hurts.
Then there are the gashes, the pools of blood that make you think that it was time. Phantom hands of the gods would wrap around you and drag you to Valhalla. It hasn’t happened yet, soon but not yet. It’s coming, for you and Finan. For Sihtric and Uthred and Osferth. It hovers all five of you with black hands holding a scythe and praying for the day that a sword or seax gets too close or too much blood is drawn and it can sweep down and take what it believes is due.
It doesn’t help when everyone looks like an enemy. With ones hands sometimes gripping too tight on knives during dinner and the sound of metal being sharpened is enough for your hand to go to your side, searching for your blade.
It’s not there, why should it be? You’re home, with your lover and friends. In a place that feels more like home than what your last one did. No longer was fighting an everyday routine, no longer was it a necessity to get by with a singular piece of bread for the entire day. You didn’t even have to fight anymore and it was a mystery to all of those around you of why you did.
The rush? The way that it calmed something down in your blood? That small feeling of control? How the adrenaline kept you moving hours afterward and the sex that came after battles when you or Finan weren’t entirely hurt?
You knew it wasn’t the pain. Not the screaming nightmares that had you drawing blood from yourself and fighting Finan as he tried to wake you up. It wasn’t the sobbing and choking crying that took you after and leaving your throat raw and hoarse, not being able to use it after hours of waking up and calming down. The nightmares leaving you unconsolable and still hitting the thick arms of a man that holds all that you know is truly dear, trying to get away from someone who you loved with all your heart because of the pure perceivance of him as a threat made you dangerous toward him.
There’s a rock near the edge of the river. It’s big and flat under the half shade of a tree and the burning force of the sun being on it throughout the day. It makes for a good napping spot while the sun goes down and it’s almost time to eat. You have slept here more than once, only to wake up in your bed with Finan curled around you. His arms wrapped around your waist, beard tucked into your neck and moving with every breath that tickles to the point of you giggling and trying to move away from him.
That’s when he pulls you back to him and then you end up in a different position. With nightmares of old behind you with every moan that comes out of your mouth and every thrust that leaves you wanting more. With your hands buried in his hair and Finan's rough voice whispering sweet nothings and praises in your ear that drive you closer to a precipice that only feels like the feasts that you hoped to welcome in Valhalla or the Heaven the Finan and Osferth believe in. It all led you into the wanting of more. More pleasure. More of the numbness that distraction provides you. More of the rough and teasing Irishman that makes you sure that everything is worth it.
The pain. The rawness of your throat after nightmares. The scars that are both physical and mental. The stares of both pity and disgust from those that look upon you.
It’s all worth it. Every bit as he holds you close and consoles you and touches you in ways that you didn’t know you could be touched. Softly, intimately with no expectations and no wantings of desire that would push him to do unspeakable things if you declined. Touch isn’t the pain that you knew once before him, the way that you still know it to be from those across the battlefield that clash swords with you and spit words that build ire and insecurity in your very being.
Your back hits the hot and simultaneously cool rock and you sigh out in relief as the pain from your shoulders start to dissipate slowly. It’s a perfection that is rarely graspable, the warmth of the sun on your face and the way that your shoulders finally relax from months of tension. Finan had offered you a massage but once his hands made you let out the briefest of moans, the massage was over and a different kind of pleasure took place.
You breathe out and close your eyes, basking everything in. Letting the sun melt your brain and thoughts. A small smile graces your face, peace. That is what you feel and it is as glorious as it is unsettling.
The sound of a twig snapping makes you jump and your hand goes down to your waist, finding nothing but the fabric of your dress and a void that your scabbard makes when you don’t wear it. Then, your shoulders square, getting ready to attack but the sight of familiar boots and that damn smile of Finan’s makes you sigh. Then you chuckle at the fright he gave you, matching the grin on his own face before turning around and laying back down, trying to find the same spot as before.
You hear him walk closer but don’t pay attention to him. Closing your eyes at the moment he stands right next to the rock. “Having fun?” He asks. You can picture how he looks and the feel of his rough calloused hand that takes a likeness to your own makes you look at him.
A sigh comes from you, a pout replacing your grin but it still threatens to come through with twitches to the sides of your mouth that make you want to laugh. “I was but a certain Irishman ruined it,” you grumbled out.
Finan fakes offense and puts a hand to his heart that makes your grin pop out, bigger than before. “I didn’t ruin it.” He moves so that he is now hovering over you, face close to yours and noses being so close that you can almost feel it. “If anything you did by not inviting me.”
You shrug and move your head but he only follows, staying close. The way it should always be, you think. “You didn’t get the invitation?” You huff in mock disappointment, ignoring the fingers that find your side, resisting to laugh at the feeling. “Oh well, it seems you can’t join this celebration.” You pat his cheek and he grabs it to keep it there. “Next time then, love,” you say but you move anyway, letting him join you.
He lays down beside you and wraps around an arm around your shoulders, tugging you against his body. Finan had done this before you two admitted anything, not that you truly needed to. You didn’t think that this was something that needed to be admitted as it was so clear from the moment you two had met on that beach. “What are you thinking about,” he whispers and you look up at him, finding his eyes closed and relaxed.
“The noises of the forest are too much for me to think,” you tease and he smiles. The action comes easy to him and you when before it seemed almost impossible to do such an easy task.
He nods and his hand starts to run up and down your back, rubbing soothing circles into your skin. “That’s good.” His eyes open and look down at you with that glint in his eyes that show nothing more than adoration to the greatest extent. It’s almost pure as it is dirty. A sin, this is what those of his kind would say, those Christans that look down at you as nothing less than scum. Those who hate your blood but wish more than anything to watch you bleed. “Can I crash this celebration?” He asks.
You pretend to think. “It’s going to cost you,” you tell him as you move up, placing your lips only inches from his jaw.
He raises an eyebrow, amused and willing to play into this game that has two winners than the ones that you both are used to playing. “Yeah?” He leans down as well, ghosting over your lips with a smirk that shows just exactly what he wants. “How much?” You purse your lips, already knowing what payment can suffice his welcome interruption. He chuckles. “Well that, I can pay generously,” he says, capturing your lips searingly.
If this was a sin, then you never wanted to know the light again if the darkness felt like this.
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Impossible
Pairing: Sihtric x reader x Finan ✩࿐
⋆｡˚☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩ wc: 5.9k
note: I'm sensing a pattern arising where the reader is related to Uhtred in my writing pffft I just love it lol. this fic is a bit shameless of me tbh, consider Sihtric and Finan to be your mindless Kens in this.
summary: Sihtric and Finan do not take kindly to your attitude after they catch you with another warrior, leading to a night filled with confession and obsession. ✧˖°
MDNI! 18+ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･TW!: mentions of potential assault, period-typical misogyny, mentions of blood, pining, F/M/M, oral (male receiving), p in v, slight domination etc
You had been resting all day, abandoning any duties that had been bestowed on you by Beocca or the others. Osferth had been with you for a while, but had run as soon as he saw some of your lady friends approaching, fearing that they would hassle him. Though he was sweet, he was incredibly oblivious, a trait that had gotten him into serious trouble - and by default, you too.
It was always you that seemed to be involved in some kind of dilemma, Uhtred's sister, clumsy and short-tempered. You always likened yourself more to Brida, wanting to follow in her wild, mildly assaulting ways with people. Ragnar cherished you, but always decided that Uhtred would be able to keep you safer, as he had a mixed band of trustworthy individuals.
You wandered in the nearby woods, collecting random flowers that interested you and occasionally stuffing them in-between the threading of your dress, which by now was soaked with a layer of mud from the terrain beneath your feet. Thyra had warned you not to arrive back too late. You knew that you shouldn't be too long, not on your own like this, but for now, everything in Uhtred's world seemed remarkably peaceful. For someone who liked to play with Alfred's commands, this was a miracle.
You revelled in your own company for a little longer, feeling your heart stop when your peace was finally disturbed by hooves. Before you turned around, you feared the worst, that it was some enemy of Uhtred's come to claim you and sell you for ransom. Fingertips going cold, you rested your thumb on the hiding place that you usually kept a small blade in, feeling its absence and cursing wildly.
Shit.
"And why do I find you out here all alone, lady?" you vaguely recognised the voice to be Gudrun, one of your brother's warriors and somewhat of a childhood acquaintance. You turned swiftly, to find the man looking down at you from his horse. He was handsome in his own right - but you had often seen him night after night sitting with a cup of ale, and whatever company he could find for the night. You did not blame him, finding yourself at the mercy of ale from time to time, but wondered why he squandered his talents on such wasteful hobbies so often.
"Please don't let me stop you on your journey Gudrun, I wouldn't want to slow you down," you began to dismiss him somewhat, feeling a fool for straying so far from the village with so little to protect you. You knew he was one of Uhtred's men, but the company of men was a tumultuous one.
"Not at all, Y/N. In fact, I can think of no better way for my journey to be disturbed," he smiled rather darkly, a tone of strange flirtation in his voice. You assumed he was harmless, relaxing a little as you accepted his compliment. You wanted Uhtred to come behind him at any moment to protect you, but he had his own children and wife to worry about now, so you were forced to remain.
"That's too kind, Gudrun, where are you headed?"
"To Lunden, just on some small duty. It's nothing serious. You should accompany me, lady."
You grimaced at that, knowing what had occurred at Lunden not too long ago. Gudrun seemed pleased at your discomfort. You felt bad for characterising him as a brute, wanting to remain pleasant to him, but you had observed how he was with his women before, often leaving them bruised and in need of comfort.
You politely refuse, wanting to be done with the situation, but then he dismounts from his horse, the poor thing jolting slightly. You watched the animal relax, returning your gaze to the much taller man who now hovered above you, blonde hair cascading in layered pieces around his face.
You stood your ground when he spoke. "Are you sure, pretty? I would not want to leave you out here alone, where any man could claim you for his own," he whispered, forehead practically touching yours as he took a few steps closer. You didn't like what he was saying, cheeks burning with his words, feeling your own brows furrowing. You were perfectly capable of defending yourself, or at least you thought you were.
Uhtred's best men and your closest friends, Sihtric and Finan, spent hours with you teaching you basic movements of defence, and when you were in the company of Brida and Ragnar, which wasn't often, you often challenged them to silly fights that you had occasionally won.
You didn't think before you shouted at him, "have the weight of your disgusting balls dragged your brain down with them? Or did you not hear what I said?"
You realised all too late that you had escalated the situation, watching the surprise on his face grow into anger, stalking backwards as you realised Gudrun's intentions may not have been as pure as you once thought. You didn't want to cause Uhtred any more unnecessary problems or create new tensions, but the way Gudrun was now staring at you reminded you that you were truly at his mercy.
"Those are such vulgar words for a lady like you, Y/N. I could have your tongue for that, but I can think of a better use for it first," he grinned, closing in on you. Your back quickly hit a tree, and you felt an immediate flush of nervousness. Nevertheless, it quickly subsided, and you allowed yourself a moment to breathe, readying your next words carefully.
"What would your mother think of the way you speak?" you were quick to spit in his face, acutely aware of the danger you were putting yourself in, but strangely loving it, "have the women around you not civilised you? Not taught you manners? Or were you raised by wretched wolves?"
Slipping away from under him and past the tree, you had expected to make somewhat of a swift escape, but Gudrun grabbed you before you could even think, his entire hand encircling your arm, squeezing until you felt yourself going cold, a tear making its way down your cheek.
"So stubborn for such a pestilent whore," he returned the favour, spitting onto your cheek as he bared his teeth at you, almost growling, "so stupid. I was taught how to treat a woman, and I will show you-"
Before he could continue, the scene was disturbed by more galloping, and the unsheathing of a sword. You recognised the voice that you heard next to be Finan's, and you resented it.
"Gudrun, what the hell do you think you're doing? Is this what you call being a warrior?" He shouted, immediately dismounting from his horse, sword in hand. He looked at you, eyes swimming in concern for you, which you returned with a scowl. You hated that he had come to your aid, and what was worse, you could see Sihtric coming towards the three of you as well.
Normally, you would be happy to see the two of them, but not on this occasion. The three of you had become incredibly close as things had settled down. Before, they had always seemed too busy, but over the year they had sought your company more and more. But their attention meant a watchful eye was always on you. As Uhtred built his family, you thought you had escaped your scoldings, but to no avail, the two of them always had something to say.
And now they were saving you. As they always seemed to do when you were in trouble. It infuriated you; feeling so inferior to the both of them, hating the way they coddled you as though you were some sort of child. You wanted them to see you as a woman. The whole situation made you act in a way you weren't entirely proud of.
"Finan just leave this, I can handle myself," you yelled, feeling shame run through you as Gudrun still gripped you tightly, not allowing you to go anywhere as you pulled and thrashed, practically kicking him. You wanted to literally sink into the ground when you felt Finan's eyes on you. He stood in all his seriousness, but knowing that he would win this altercation with Gudrun, there was also a hint of amusement.
"I'd listen to the lady, Finan, just leave me with her tits and I'll be finished."
Sihtric, who until now had been quiet, looked at you disapprovingly, which only spurred you on further. You loved him at the best of times, but the feeling of inferiority was eating you alive. You kicked and scratched, watching as Gudrun's sword went from pointing to Finan to pointing at you, its sharp end slightly piercing your arm.
"You bastard!" you practically screamed, but it fell on deaf ears. Sihtric, always careful, stepped slowly to your left, as Finan moved to your right, dominating Gudrun's line of sight.
"Go on, Gudrun, go to Lunden, spend all your money on women as you always do, forget this one," Sihtric taunted, rendering your own words invisible as you saw how Gudrun reacted. It seemed as though you had lost your voice. You huffed, wriggling further in his grip, which caused his sword to pierce you even more, drawing blood.
Finan tutted, looking over the both of you to Sihtric, as though they shared an invisible sort of signal that had you torn from Gudrun in seconds. Now you felt yourself in Sihtric's arms, binding you to him. Finan wasted no time, stabbing Gudrun's leg, leaving him there. He whispered something in Gudrun's ear, most likely a warning not to come back , which you thought was wise.
Just as quickly as he had finished with Gudrun, Finan stormed over to you and Sihtric. You hated to admit that Sihtric's grip was warm and welcome, and relief had you practically melting into him, but you knew what was to come.
"How I've missed your childish insolence," Finan remarked, smiling despite your very obvious scowl. Sihtric, however, was more serious, tending to your arm as blood seemed to pour from it endlessly. "You were naive to think you could take him, Y/N, you should not have further endangered yourself." He was quiet, raising a cloth to your wound, pursing his lips as the fabric quickly soaked into a dark mess.
"I had no choice, what would you have me do? Let him take me right then and there?" you knew you were digging yourself a deeper hole, ripping your arm from Sihtric's grasp, letting the cloth he had been holding fall to the floor.
"You know what Sihtric means. You shouldn't have to reason with him, I know, let's just be glad the prick is passed out." Finan kicked the unconscious body of Gudrun, which rocked, but did not muster. Finan looked at you, sensing frustration. He understood you, that you had been placed in an impossible situation, but they had truly only wanted to help you.
The three of you had briefly explained to Uhtred why he would be missing a man from now on, and with that you avoided Sihtric and Finan like the plague for over a week, much to their mutual dismay.
Both Sihtric and Finan sat on a table outside of the ale house, Osferth off somewhere training whilst Uhtred had gone to help Gisela with the children. Left to their own conversation, which was usually a blessing to the both of them, they began to talk about you.
You who hadn't been seen leaving your own home in days other than to bathe or eat. You who used to wander so recklessly, spending days in fields and forests with whoever you could get to join you.
They missed you pestering them with silly questions of battle and fighting, how you observed them with awe when they told stories of their lives before they had met you. Your innocent eyes no longer lit up in front of them, bringing them a pure sense of life after days of death and destruction.
"I must have left my mind on the battlefield," Finan muttered, Sihtric responding with a quiet grin as he sipped on ale. He knew what Finan was saying; the two of them had gained somewhat of an understanding over the past few days, realising that they both had feelings for you.
"Just what the world needs," Sihtric responded, looking at Finan, "two men in love with the same woman who speaks to neither of them." They both chuckled, refusing to let such a thing come between them.
"Something needs to be done, we can't just sit here like miserable bastards." Finan spoke, giving Sihtric a knowing glance. Sihtric scowled as he usually did, wanting to act entirely irrationally but holding himself back for the sake of everyone in the village.
As if their prayers had been answered, you came stumbling out of your home not even seconds later, in full view of the ale house and the two men you sought. Sihtric and Finan, you mentally scoffed.
Your frustration had been brewing for an entire week now. How embarrassed you had been at your outburst, and at your rejection of Finan's help and Sihtric's aid. You were equally as furious at the constant prominence of men in your life. They were everywhere all at once, consuming you, believing they could take whatever they wanted from you.
But what was even more sickly was that you missed your two friends dearly. Playing stupid games of stones with Finan who laughed at the most utterly unfunny things, and Sihtric, ever the affectionate friend, always one step ahead to ensure your safety. You felt like a fool for not realising that you liked them. You really liked them.
You set your sights on the hall and the ale house, where you knew they would surely be, stomping over as if it were your birthright. Once you saw the two of them sitting outside, you recognised their smiles. Wanting to make that short lived, you struck the back of their heads at the same time, plonking down onto the bench nearest to them.
"Y/N-" Sihtric began, but you held up a finger in his face, wagging it infuriatingly.
"No. You must listen to me. I am thankful for what you did to help me with Gudrun, and I'm sorry I haven't reacted as though I were. I was merely upset that a man felt he could do such a thing to me, and that I couldn't do anything about it without help," you didn't even manage a breath as you continued, "I just don't want to be seen as some kind of incompetent fool that needs to be saved. And what makes it worse is that I wanted to teach you both a lesson by being independent, you slugs!'
"Y/N, breathe." Finan chastised, causing your eyes to widen.
"Shut up and let me finish!" you stomped your foot, aggravated by his pretty smile and the way he seemed to unconsciously reach for the hem of your dress to play with. Sihtric also amused you for a second, his expression one of deadly seriousness as he listened to you intently.
"There's more I could say, but I just think I'd rather we go back to normal," you huffed, slightly annoyed at their downcast expressions, "and against all of my judgements about men, I've found myself pining pathetically for the both of you."
"Well, sorry for inconveniencing you so much, lady." Finan smiled, simply thankful that you were back on speaking terms with them. Your anger sat well within him though, and they didn't want to take advantage of the moment, not when your point was very much valid.
"We will teach you to be a great warrior, Y/N," Sihtric smirked rather proudly, punching your arm, to which you responded with a slap and a request for ale. Looking down at your hands, you briefly missed the longing look that the two men gave you.
Another week had passed, and the two men still hadn't confessed to you of their true affections, but the three of you understood that there had been some sort of shift in your relationship. Uhtred had been called to and from King Alfred's company once or twice, leaving you absent of your friends for a few days.
This didn't bother you at all, in fact, you were somewhat relieved from the break. Gisela kept you busy, with walking and games that Beocca had gifted her, you had even swum once or twice with her, entirely free and content. But when she took up her motherly duties, you were free to roam as you pleased, ignoring all civilisation as you wandered further and further from the village.
It was hours later that you returned, feeling anything but fresh, with some cuts and bruises from when you had decided to climb up a tree to take an hour's rest. Much to your dismay, you were not very good at climbing trees.
You hadn't even been entirely sure where your brother and the others had been sent to, as they were constantly marching north and south for some reason, but you had not expected to see them all gathered in the centre of the village walls when you returned from your own rough excursion.
Uhtred ran to you, picking you up in a forceful hug, laughing at your state. "I see you do not know how to stay out of trouble, Y/N. You limp like a fat man!" His shining eyes were somehow swimming with both excitement and exhaustion, and you returned his affections, realising he most likely needed them.
"I see things went your way this time, Uhtred." you let him hug you for just a little longer, sensing he must have faced great struggle to be so affectionate towards you. "How was everything?"
"Fine, sister, fine. I faced nothing quite as fearsome as you." Uhtred allowed his fondness for you to take over him for a moment, glad to be reminded of home and family. You rolled your eyes, patting his shoulder and letting him return to his children.
The air caught in your throat when you finally saw both Sihtric and Finan, talking casually with a few other warriors in the corner. They were dirty, even bloody, furs and capes draped over their enormous frames, sharp faces laughing as they were finally free from duties for a little while longer.
Finan spotted you first, a smile growing on his face as his arms opened warmly to greet you. He had removed the straps clinging to him, so that his sword fell to the floor. You walked slowly towards them, head tilted to the side when you welcomed Finan's embrace, not wanting to say too much as you felt his grip tighten.
You opened your scrunched eyes briefly to see Sihtric next to the two of you, placing a gloved hand on your head, patting it slightly. You blushed at the way he looked at you, realising you had been staring slightly too long, and that Finan had been hugging you for a while now, chin resting on your head.
Finan took you in, your once clean dress swimming in mud and loose leaves. Your braids unravelling slowly, a tad of mud on your face. You looked like you had gone on the journey with them. But, as he stared into your wide eyes, he thought that you had never looked more beautiful.
"I missed the two of you," you finally spoke, words hanging in the air. Sihtric looked down, grabbing your hand and holding tightly. Finan busied himself by fiddling with your braid.
"We missed you. I swear I saw Sihtric cryin' at one point, poor rat was devastated to leave our weakness." Though he spoke in an amusing manner, his eyebrows remained firm, and his smile did not last. The tension was ripe.
"Hey, Finan was the one telling all the men about you. Uhtred nearly had to send him away," the Dane responded, lightening the tone, but confusing you even more. They had been talking about you as their weakness, missing you, and now they couldn't stop touching you in some small form. Why didn't they just do something?
You knew they were polite men in their own regard, and that it would be up to you to initiate something. But what you didn't know, is that once you did, there would never be any going back. The two men wanted you so desperately; they had been discussing logistically how two men could share one woman forever, and had come to the conclusion that they simply just would. Now they were bursting at the seams waiting for you to say you wanted it too. They needed your confirmation.
"You should both come to my home," you said to them, shuffling your feet in the direction of your house. Gisela had taught you a little something about seduction whilst the men had been away, and you wanted to be the one in control of the situation. For now, at least. "For food, I mean. And drink."
"I never knew you could be such a kind hostess, Y/N." Finan said, pulling Sihtric towards him. You scoffed, squinting your eyes at him which caused him to stick out his tongue, a slight chuckle from Sihtric.
They had been to your house plenty of times, even staying over sometimes with Osferth or even Uhtred when they wanted peace and quiet. But this time, something in the pit of your stomach told you it was going to be different. You trotted quickly as they prowled behind you, already knowing the way themselves.
You felt their eyes burning holes into the back of your head as you stood at your door, the two me hovering over you, heads above you. You fumbled a little with the door, sighing in frustration.
"Take your time." mumbled Sihtric, surprising you slightly. Your face burnt like molten lava, and you refused to look at them. The two men gave each other a knowing look, a sense of unfinished business hovering in the air.
Sihtric's words affected you more than you had realised, his soft, deep voice reverberating in your head. You felt a hand on your shoulder, unaware as to which of the men it belonged to, and before you could control your reaction, a minuscule whimper came shooting out of your mouth.
Thankfully, you managed to regain consciousness for the moment and opened the door, ignoring any consequences of the sickly noise you had just let out. Little did you know, the noise had stirred Finan's cock, and Sihtric had had to take a deep breath to control himself, nostrils flaring.
You were teasing them, and you had no idea. Soon realising you had actually promised them food, you decided to make good on that, telling them to sit down, where some meats and a little fruit and bread were waiting. You took a moment to breathe, unable to focus on anything but their figures as they passed you and made a point of touching you as they did.
After some normal chatter, you realised that they weren't eating. At first you thought the food you had brought to them was sour, but upon further inspection of them, you began to fidget in your seat. They were practically ogling you, Finan's eyes carrying a sort of apologetic lust, whilst Sihtric gazed at you as though he was drunk.
A shiver ran down your spine, which caused you to fidget even more, hands picking at your dress. This movement did not go unnoticed by Sihtric, who took this as the perfect opportunity to initiate what you were all clearly thinking,
"You are cold, Y/N, you should come closer," his lips parted, and he truly felt in this moment that the Gods had gifted him with some kind of angel, as you stared open-eyed at him. He felt himself getting impatient, reaching out to you with an open palm when you stood hesitantly, like some sort of animal trapped between wolves.
Finan seemed to enjoy this, stretching back into the chair as you made your way to Sihtric, accepting his hand, not entirely sure on what to do next. After a moment of lingering, Finan answered your prayers with a simple "Sit, Y/N."
Sihtric groaned when you finally placed yourself in his lap, staring into his dual-toned eyes, unable to keep his intimidating gaze for longer than a second. Though you knew in reality he was a sweetheart, in this moment, he seemed dangerous.
Before you could lower your chin, Sihtric gripped it with his rough fingers, forcing you back up to face him, his other hand sliding down to your backside. He did nothing for a moment, each movement incredibly slow.
Other than the crackling fire in the corner of the seating area, all was silent. You realised your braids had unravelled entirely now, wild hair hanging loosely around your face. You hadn't realised how close Finan was until you saw him behind you, standing above you and Sihtric, a tight grip on your loose hair forcing your face even higher. The way he looked down at you, eyebrows furrowing and seemingly glazed with lust, you almost couldn't take it.
"She likes this," Finan muttered, Sihtric humming in agreement. You gasped when the iron grip tightened, forgetting that you were in the presence of two of the greatest warriors in the realm. It turned you on to no end.
Sihtric took advantage of your open mouth, sliding a finger inside, the others holding your chin still. You sucked on the digit rather insatiably, to your own embarrassment, unable to be satisfied until it was soaked and you yourself were drooling onto his trousers. But just as the moment was getting good, as they always did, they found a way to chastise you.
This had been a long, long time coming.
"You must never ignore us like that again, lady," Finan said, "I mean, could you not have just spoken to us? I imagine that would have been a whole lot easier."
The patronising tone had you feeling mildly embarrassed, but the sickly sort of degradation came with sweet caresses, so you managed to forget your pride for a moment.
Instead, despite the grip in your hair and the fingers in your mouth, you nodded, moaning profusely as your eyes rolled back when Sihtric forced another finger in.
"I'd ask for a verbal answer, angel, but I see that probably won't happen." he observed sarcastically, finally loosening his hold for just a moment, your head lolling to the side, wanting to be closer to the both of them. You were rather ashamed of the mess they had turned you into in a matter of minutes.
The feigned sympathy on Sihtric's face was infuriatingly attractive, so much so that you found it within yourself to quickly nip his fingers as he was removing them from your mouth, earning a genuine smile and a strike to the thigh, which was now exposed as your dress had bunched up.
"We own you now, Y/N," Sihtric finally spoke, voice barely above a whisper, "We both own you. You are our woman to love." That was all the confirmation you needed.
As quickly as you could possibly manage, you were kissing Sihtric, barely remembering to breather as you moved rhythmically on his lap, lips disconnecting and soon returning to a forceful kiss with Finan. You were beside yourself, wild like some kind of animal as you felt Sihtric on your neck and Finan on your lips.
It was all too much, and the feeling in your arms seemed to give way, not helping your case as you began to push the both of them.
"What do you need, love?" Sihtric asked, entirely ready to give you everything you needed. If only you could find the words. You didn't answer as Finan worked some sort of sorcery on your neck, sucking and biting just where you felt the most sensitive. "I should not have to ask again."
Sihtric's eye contact became so strong that you immediately cowered, any snide comments you had exiting your brain for the moment.
"Please, please just do something, take me," you panted, Finan's subtle laughter doing nothing to stop your whining. With that, you were transferred into Finan's arms as Sihtric rose, removing unnecessary leathers and protection, leaving himself only in his tunic. Meanwhile, Finan so gracefully laid you down on the bed of furs, your head leaning against the headboard.
"My lady," he half joked, quick to join Sihtric in the removal of his clothing. You followed their lead, untying the laces at the back of your dress with great effort before letting it slide off, kicking it to the ground.
"God," Finan stood staring at you, at your breasts, watching as your skin reacted harshly to the cold. You were drowning in the furs around you, your naked body like some sort of holy piece that priests would surely covet. Sihtric was by your side in seconds, bare chest colliding with your own skin, ecstasy rushing through you.
"we shall have to keep you like this forever, lady." Sihtric wasted no time in fulfilling your pleas, fingers inside of you before you could react, so filling and long, reaching every crevice inside of you. The welcome intrusion was heightened by Finan's body on your other side, playing with your clit, rubbing over and over until the stimulation became unbearable.
A void inside of you had been entirely filled, and your two friends were now wrapping you slowly around their fingers. A part of you wondered what Uhtred would think, whether he would welcome the strange union or dismiss it altogether, but there was no time for that, not when Sihtric was pumping into you, whilst Finan methodically worked his fingers, making you scream.
"Poor thing," Finan drawled out, watching your trembling frame as if it was pure entertainment. "Should we give you what you want? I think we should." Without consulting you, he simply looked at Sihtric, who seemed to have different ideas.
"I don't think she deserves it, I think that temper needs to be controlled a little more." You flinched as his fingers curled inside of you. Finan gave you an apologetic glance, and you couldn't believe he was listening to Sihtric in this moment . . .
"But!-"
"No," Sihtric mumbled, and Finan saved himself from your glare by hiding his face in the crook of your neck, his finger's methodical patterns becoming slower and slower, delaying your release. You were becoming numb at this point.
"Perhaps things could change if you told us who you belonged to?"
You grunted as you were kept on the edge, feeling constant resistance, and unable to admit your feelings. That was until Finan pinched your clit, and Sihtric slapped your inner thigh, rubbing the red skin as he worked himself in and out of you slowly.
"mmfph"
"Who?"
"Sihtric," you breathed, "And Finan."
"Good," Finan moved now, quickening his pace on the outside whilst Sihtric also followed through on his promise, "good girl".
That was all you needed, the praise making your chest blister and ache. It was intoxicating, being able to come entirely undone beneath the two men, feeling them observe you, kiss you, worship you.
"Our turn now."
One of them mumbled. You weren't entirely sure, blinded by your orgasm, feeling muscles in your thighs twitch as your back arched off of the bed. Before you could even come down, You were flipped onto your stomach. The action was nothing to the two men, so strong they could barely feel the effect they had on you. They made you feel weightless.
Finan couldn't help himself, gripping your ass so tightly you felt like it would bruise. The skin ached when he gave it a small pinch, enjoying your jolt into Sihtric as he kneeled close to your face, petting your hair as he often did, except never in this context.
A kiss to your forehead drew you back into consciousness for the moment, but it did nothing to distract you from Finan's actions behind, his cock now trailing up and down your sex, an agitated grunt coming from the Irishman.
"Good god," Finan muttered, no longer uttering some quip or joke, instead relishing in the feeling of the both of you two against one another. Your softness did something to him, tore deep inside of him; a man so consumed with life of battle did not deserve something so pure, he thought.
On the other hand, Sihtric felt like a God himself. His thumb returned to your mouth, feeding the oral fixation you didn't know you had. "Will you take the both os us?" He taunted you, asking you questions while he filled your mouth. The thought of them both intimidated you, and you shuddered when Finan aligned himself with your entrance, slowly pushing in before you could even think.
"Yes, yes, yes," you chanted like a mad woman, drool slipping past your lips in excess amounts, pleasing Sihtric, whose thumb was soon replaced with his thick cock. It slid straight to the back of your throat, slowly beginning to match the pace of Finan's thrusts.
Though Finan was attempting to be gentle, he did not recognise his own strength, apologising out of habit when you squealed. The sound was muffled by Sihtric's cock, his pelvis now hitting your nose. Both men shared a look above you, in silent agreement, realising this is exactly what they wanted in life. You.
In all of Winchester, nothing had more of a pull to them like you did. Not even Uhtred's command would keep them away from you now.
"Fuck," Finan practically spat, his hips quickening their pace, his long cock coming inside and outside of you, feeling the tightness grip harder and harder until he was nearly coming.
Sihtric equally had his way with you, hand in your hair simply moving you as he pleased, loving the way your tongue lolled out to welcome his cock.
"You are so beautiful, lady." Finan moaned, head facing the sky as if in prayer. It did not take much longer before he was coming undone within you, cursing as he realised he had selfishly come before both you and Sihtric.
Sihtric gave one final stroke before he too came straight down your throat, a choke coming from you as he waited before moving out of you. He decided that he wanted to take you next.
"Swallow."
His final command had you tightening around Finan, disturbing him from his moment of meditation with great force. Gritting his teeth, Finan barely managed to keep his composure as he finally slid from you, both men letting you slump underneath them.
Exhaustion hit you with a sharp thump, and your eyes began to close before you could say anything to the two men above you. Your eyes glazed over as Finan turned you onto your back to face them. They towered over you, Finan smiling, assuring you he was only trying to help when he let go of you for a moment, going to fetch a rag.
"When can we bind you to this bed? I want to keep you here forever."
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Destiny is all - Osferth x female!reader, Part 1
Summary: You are Finan's sister. You live in a village in Scotland, near the border with Northumbria. You lead a quiet life until your brother decides to visit you with his boys and your life changes completely.
Pairing: Osferth x fem!reader
Author’s note: Hey you (:
Now I am finally sharing my little Osferth story with you. The events are a little different from the story in the series. (No, Osferth will not die either).
I hope you will enjoy it!
English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
Word count: 2.2 k
Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
Other stories of mine
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The sun, which has been high in the sky all day, is slowly tilting towards the earth. Four men ride silently side by side. Every now and then an exhausted grunt can be heard. As soon as the grunt is silenced, it is usually answered with another grunt.
They have been riding like this for days now. Uhtred, Finan, Sihtric and Osferth are on their way from the northernmost point in Scotland back to Wessex.
The men are exhausted by the long distance they have already covered on horseback. The not very restful nights they have already spent in various forests do not diminish their exhaustion.
"Lord. We could spend the night in a village today," Finan says after another grunt.
Uhtred turns slightly in Finan's direction, "If we ride through the night, we should be in Northumbria by tomorrow"
"But Lord… We should stop and rest. I'm tired of the sight of my horse's head... his ears in particular," Osferth chimes in.
Sihtric turns to Uhtred as well, "I wouldn't say no either"
Osferth continues to nod in agreement.
Uhtred sighs, "Very well… The next village is headed for"
"We would have a place to sleep there for sure too," Finan says to Uhtred with a grin. Uhtred sees Finan's grin and becomes curious.
"Do you have a sweetheart up here?" asks Uhtred with raised eyebrows.
"Not exactly. My family lives there and we could sleep and eat there"
"What? I thought you were from Ireland," Osferth looks at him questioningly.
Finan nods, "We're originally from Ireland. But my parents moved over with me and my sister"
Uhtred just shakes his head with a smile.
The men rode on again in silence. Every now and then a grunt can be heard.
But it was a done deal, they were on their way to Finan's family.
You stand in front of your little house. The evening sun shines on your face and you enjoy it. You close your eyes for a moment. Your little house is located on the edge of a village, near the forest. You enjoy the peace and quiet that the location offers you, and that you can let your gaze wander into the forest at any time as soon as the hustle and bustle of the village becomes too much for you.
Slowly you open your eyes again and take a deep breath. You still want to water the flower bed before you retire for the evening.
As you put the bucket down, you hear noises in the forest behind you. You turn around, but in the twilight you can't really see if anyone is there. Out of habit, you reach for the dagger tucked under the skirt of your dress.
"Who is there?" you ask in a firm voice.
But instead of an answer, you only hear the rustling of the bushes at the edge of the forest.
Suddenly a Dane steps out of the forest and you instinctively hold up your dagger. You are ready to defend yourself. Your breath catches in your throat, but the Dane just grins at you.
"Finan! I didn't know that your parents can also produce something beautiful", the Dane says.
Finan? How does he know your brother...?
"Aye! Lord! Shut up!", Finan suddenly stands next to the Dane. Your lungs fill with air again as you see your brother smiling at you from a short distance away.
You don't hesitate for long.
"Finan!" you shout and run towards him. You throw your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms tightly around you.
"Heey... my little one," he says softly and presses you closer to him.
You sob a little. He loosens the embrace and takes your face in his hands, "Ey... y/n.... If I had known ya missed me so much, I would have stopped by sooner," he smiles at you. You wipe tears from your face and have to laugh for a moment.
"What are ya doing here?" you finally ask your brother.
"We're just passing through and I thought we were due for a visit"
Only now do you become aware and remember the Dane. But when you look behind Finan, you see two other men standing there. But your gaze immediately falls on the blond monk. However, he immediately averts his gaze from you when he realises that he has been caught staring. Now you notice another Dane. Somehow you seem to like this mixture of the troupe. Finan turns around as well, "Sorry y/n. This is Uhtred, Sihtric and our baby Monk, Osferth"
You notice the monk giving Finan a warning look. The Danes, on the other hand, give you a friendly nod. Finan turns back to you, "Where are mother and father? Are they in the house? We are starving!" Finan is all euphoric.
You gently touch his forearm, "Finan...", you speak softly. He looks at you, but you only shake your head slightly.
"What...?" he whispers, sadness crossing his face.
"The fever took them last winter... First mother, then father..." you whisper.
He shakes his head slightly now too and you wrap your arms around him. After a short silence, you hear Finan murmur into your hair, "You're here all alone?"
You nod, "That must be enough for you now"
He just nods slowly and you can still see the sadness in his face.
You smile up at him, "Come, let's go into the house... I've put on some soup"
Together you go into the house. The men sit down at the table and you serve them the soup. There is not much talking at first, as they simply enjoy the warm meal. When they have finished, you prepare ale for everyone. Light conversation now fills the room. Osferth tries to comfort Finan, to say something nice about your parents. But Finan doesn't want to hear about it at the moment.
After a while you take the dagger, which is again under your skirt and presses uncomfortably against your thigh, and put it on the table.
"Feisty... You always carry a dagger with you?", the Dane, Uhtred asks you. You look at him a little amused, "Men sometimes don't understand what 'no' means. So it can't hurt to have something with you to back up your opinion"
Uhtred grins and raises his cup "I'm afraid that's true"
You grin at him and join him in a toast.
When there is a knock at the door, you get up and go over. You open the door and your good mood is immediately dampened.
"Edward... what do ya want here?" you ask, a little annoyed. Alarmed by your tone, Finan looks at the door. From the door, there is no view of the table and so Edward does not notice that he is now being overheard by four guys.
"Y/n... I thought... maybe you'd like some company tonight...?"
He is visibly drunk and grinning at you.
"No, Edward. I told you the other day that it wasn't going to happen again"
Finan's expression darkens.
"Oh come on... Don't you miss it...?" he winks at you.
"What would she miss?"
You startle a little as Finan suddenly stands behind you. Edward looks startled too and just stammers around. Words like "nothing" and "just making sure everything is okay" leave his mouth.
"Good. And do not worry, everything is fine here," Finan lets Edward know as he closes the door.
You look at him indignantly, "Finan! I can handle it myself!"
He just walks back to the table and takes a big gulp of ale. You stand in the room a little speechless. You look at Finan and shoot daggers at him. But Finan continues to stand with his back to you and does not look at you.
Sihtric and Uhtred just grin and look at each other. But you notice Osferth looking at you again. He is probably shocked that a woman would seek the company of a man even though she is not married. You sigh softly and go back to the table. You sit down and shake your head slightly.
Finan looks at you again, "What...? You're my sister. I'll always look out for ya. And... the last time I was here, ya liked Edward, didn't ya?"
"I did," you emphasise, "Until I found him between another woman's thighs"
Osferth chokes on his ale and you look at him somewhat amused. He has to grin now, too, and he wipes the ale running down his chin with his hand. You have to chuckle a little, but somehow you like the sight.
But Finan turns your attention back to himself, "He did what? That bastard... Let me go to him..." Finan is about to get up, but you pull him down by his arm.
"No... There's no need for that. That's done and in the past. Really," you smile at him, but Finan doesn't really look convinced.
He just grumbles something to himself and drinks from his ale. You stroke his arm gently.
The later the hour gets, the louder the conversations become. You laugh a lot and talk to each other across the table. You enjoy having your brother and his friends with you. At some point, Uhtred has persuaded you to show him how you can defend yourself against men with your hands if you don't have your dagger with you. But it always ends up with Uhtred putting his arm around your neck from behind or you just giggle and somehow try to bring Uhtred down.
Eventually you sit down at the table again. You are still a little out of breath when Osferth, who is now sitting next to you, addresses you directly, "Lady... isn't it dangerous for a woman to live here alone?"
Uhtred interjects, "Well... if the possible attacker just stands still and doesn't fight back, then y/n has a chance to defend herself," Uhtred grins at you.
But you do not answer Uhtred, instead you kick him under the table.
Uhtred laughs as you turn back to Osferth, smiling.
You look at him curiously now, "Would it be safer for a woman somewhere else?"
He scratches the back of his neck, "Well... if you were at least in company... and there was no Edward lurking outside your door"
You have to chuckle a little and notice a smile forming around his lips too as it dawns on you. "Ooh yes! I'll come with ya"
Now Finan chokes on his ale and Uhtred grins again. As he calms down, he looks at you, "No way. You're safer here than being out with us"
"Finan!" you utter indignantly, but he just shakes his head.
When Sihtric speaks up, "Honestly, she's probably safer with the four of us. There's no one here to look after her"
Uhtred nods slowly in conviction.
"And if we go into battle?", Finan looks slightly overwhelmed.
"Then of course I won't be there. Then I'll cook you dinner in the meantime... Or keep the bed warm," you answer with a grin. As a sister, you know what drives Finan up the wall.
He gives you a warning look and continues to shake his head, "That's not funny... and that's out of the question"
He stands up and goes outside to pee.
Now you shake your head and stand up.
"Guys... It's late... I'm going to sleep now. This will not end well here otherwise"
Sihtric and Uhtred nod at you. Osferth smiles slightly at you, "Good night lady y/n" and you return his smile.
When Finan returns, he sees that you have gone to bed. He sighs and sits back down at the table with the boys. Uhtred's gaze is on Finan, "You know it would be the right decision. She's here all alone, and I'm sure Edward's not the only one knocking on her door"
Finan gives him a warning look.
"I'm just saying. Your parents aren't here anymore, she has no one here to look after her. And with us, she'd have four men by her side looking after her", Uhtred continues
Silence now reigns at the table as the boys continue to drink their ale. Until Finan just nods and gets up from the table again. "Okay... But if even one of ya tries to hit on my sister..." he adds warningly before disappearing into an adjacent room.
The next morning you come out of your chamber. Three men lie on furs on the floor. Light snoring fills the room. You leave the house and go into the garden behind it. Everything is still quiet, a few birds are chirping. You watch as the sun slowly rises and makes the shadows of the forest look less threatening.
Suddenly Finan is standing next to you. You are startled and flinch briefly.
"Holy Lord! Finan!", you lightly punch his arm. He says nothing, but smiles slightly. He also looks in the direction of the sunrise.
"Ya can come with us. Although I know it's dangerous for ya to accompany us... But I also have to admit that it's probably more dangerous for ya to stay here alone..."
You smile at him.
Slowly he looks in your direction, "Ya have to listen to me though"
You grin at him, "I never have Finan"
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Victory - Finan x Reader x Sihtric (smut)
I rewatched the last episode of TLK yesterday, so I had to write this drabble. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Basically pwp, the three fuck in their new chambers
Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m), unprotected piv, threesome
Pairing: Finan x fem!reader x Sihtric (1.3k words)
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“You know,” Finan’s voice had a rough undertone to it, staring down on (y/n), who was kneeling in front of her two lovers. “Now that we are finally here, after all these years, I think it’s time for us to properly claim you, as ours, as part of our new life.”
Just hours ago they had taken Bebbanburg, fighting their way to victory with blood sticking to their features, blood that had been slowly washed away by the pouring rain. Some may call it the gods wishes, some may call it luck. But (y/n) couldn’t care about fate, not about luck, at least not as she was kneeling naked in front of Finan and Sihtric. With dilated, lust-blow pupils she took in their frames, how the two towered over her with exposed, tensed muscles, with grinning lips, and pupils filled with anticipation.
“I think I lost count on the amount of times you’ve claimed me before.” (Y/n)‘s teasing words were swallowed by her gasp, head forced back by the hand Sihtric used to grasp her hair. The Dane had an almost challenging gaze swimming in his pupils, wondering if she’d dare to speak up again.
The rules between the three were clear, burned into her mind and body like a prayer she’d speak on her knees, with hands interlaced, and her eyes closed – if she’d pray to the Christian God that is. But now, as (y/n) was still shaking from the adrenaline pumping through her veins like a strongly brewed ale, she couldn’t help but smirk, forgoing her command to stay quiet in moments like these. “You know, I don’t think it’s fair that you’re allowed to claim me, while I have to do whatever you ask me to.”
“Look at that, Finan, I told you, our victories make her arrogant.” Sihtric’s smirk stayed glued to his lips as he studied Finan, the grin widening on the man’s lips, how he ran his hand along his beard.
“I guess we need to hump her arrogance out of her, but first I need to stuff that greedy mouth of hers.” Before (y/n) could even begin to understand what was happening, Finan had freed his twitching cock, pushing it right past her lips, into her mouth. A surprised gasp left (y/n), eyes instantly finding Finan’s glistening ones, hoping that she’d never forget the lustful expressions tugging on her lover’s features. Finan fucked her mouth without holding back, cock forced deeper and deeper down her throat as if this was his last time to feel her, a starving man aching for the smell of cooking food and freshly brewed ale, a mere dream he’d cling to till his last breath leaves his lungs.
Sihtric watched the scene in front of him unfold, hands working on his cock, trying to match the rhythm of (y/n)’s mouth, how she worked on the parts her mouth couldn’t reach with trembling fingers. The Dane couldn’t help but thank his gods for blessing him with (y/n), for pushing the woman into his and Finan’s life, glued to their sides till the sun would no longer alight the horizon, calling darkness to rest over the lands they keep fighting for.
“That mouth is the Devil’s work.” Finan’s words were paired with sharp intakes of air, trying to breathe through the clashing waves of lust that tried to drown the soldier, hoping to swallow him whole as his high caught up with him. His head rolled back, hand grasping her jaw to keep (y/n) from moving away, set on filling her cheeks with his cum. “You’ll be a good girl for us tonight, right?”
(Y/n) couldn’t reply, could only hum around his cock with the corners of her mouth burning and her wrists trembling in pain. No matter how many times she’d lay with Finan and Sihtric, she still wasn’t used to their stamina, to the way their bodies worked, a mystery amongst those keeping other restless souls awake late at night.
Her eyes met Sihtric’s, getting lost in the pupils that had watched more humans die than one could count, and yet the man emanated so much love, so much calmness, she couldn’t help but search his closeness at any given chance. With one hand she reached out for Sihtric, guiding him closer, reaching for his cock to push him over the edge as Finan fucked her mouth, chasing his orgasm.
The moans of both men filled the room like sounds of victory, betokening the end of another successful battle. Finan’s cock twitched in her mouth as the man suddenly let go of her, gently pushing himself away from her, the same time Sihtric stepped away, pushing (y/n) down on the fur covering the cold ground.
With Sihtric positioned behind her and Finan in front of her, the men got back to work, wanting to fill her with their cum, to leave their marks on her in the most primitive ways. (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered close as Sihtric’s fingers brushed through her slit, collecting drops of arousal, finding her pulsing bundle. Her moans clawed through her, struggling to move her hands, to cling to Finan as Sihtric pushed into her without another warning.
“Oh gods, I–” (y/n) couldn’t speak, struggling to give room to the emotions thumping through her system, to the things both her lovers were making her feel. The raspy laugh clawing through Finan forced her to open her glassy eyes, pulled against his chest as her free hand worked on his cock.
“The gods won’t help you now, love. You’re ours, ours to hump, ours to claim, ours to mark.” Sihtric’s words had an almost teasing undertone to them, leaving her trembling, deeply exhaling against the crook of Finan’s neck. Like ships sailing through the rough sea, their bodies clashed together with every ferocious thrust, allowing Sihtric to bury himself even deeper inside of her, body made to fit the one of her lover.
The three of them would die for one another, giving their last breaths if it meant rescuing the others. Perhaps it was the path fate had pushed them onto, born to find the others, to form a trio that couldn’t be broken apart by wars, by raging fires, by those that wanted to hurt them. No, they’d forever stay like this, linked together.
“I‘m so close, please, please let me.” (Y/n)’s voice shook, eyes squeezed shut as she added more pressure to her grasp on Finan’s cock, pushing the man closer and closer to the edge. She could feel Sihtric’s fingers digging into her hips, leaving marks on her skin as he chased his own high, set on filling her with his release. The eyes of both men found one another, wordlessly communicating with smirks glued to their lips, set on pushing her over the edge with them.
Their moans blended together, a sound so sinful they couldn’t help but wonder if anybody close was listening to them. (Y/n)’s eyes rolled back into her head as she came with both men following moments later, leaving their stain on her with their cum. The three of them were heavily breathing, not daring to part just yet as they allowed the heavenly feeling to wash through them, searching one another’s closeness.
“Don’t you dare fall asleep, love, that was only the beginning.” And with a smirk tugging on her lips, (y/n) kissed Finan as Sihtric pulled out of her, watching his cum drip down her thighs with a proud smile.
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The Last Kingdom Masterlist
After Dark | Finan, Osferth and Sihtric x fem!stripper reader (+18)
Thoughts about the new professor | Finan x fem!reader
I’m feel alive when I’m by your side | Osferth x fem!reader
The sweet taste of sin | Osferth x fem!reader (+18)
The sweet taste of depravation | Osferth x fem!reader (+18)
Do you want me tonight? | Osferth x fem!reader (+18)
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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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Can I request an imagine where the reader is uhtreds daughter and has liked finan for a while but ends up marrying finan out of a marriage of convenience???
Finan x Uhtreds Daughter!Reader
Reader, for the sake of this one-shot, is going to be Stiorra’s twin. The girls are about 22/23 in this.
The storyline has been changed for the sake of this fic.
I really went off track and tweaked the request a bit since I couldn’t think of a reason for Uhtred to marry his daughter to Finan for convenience.
~And thank you for the request anon~
2200+ words
18+ content
“What do you see in him?” Stiorra asked, gods is she relentless.
“Shut up would you? He’s right there, and what if father hears you?” Y/n whispered as she pointed just in front of them to where Finan was, dismounting his horse as all of the group were stopping for the night.
“He likes you too, just wait a sec and he’ll be helping you off your horse.” Stiorra was certainly right about the last part as Finan and their father, Uhtred, came towards them, the former helping y/n down even the she is completely capable.
“Down you go little lady.” He spoke softly, his hands holding onto her waist a little longer than necessary, his fingers digging in slightly before releasing her completely.
“Thank you.” She smiled, letting him take the horses reigns to tie them up. Finan smiled back, nodding his head a little which had the butterflies return to her stomach.
“Both of you help set up for the night, it’s going to be a cold one.” Father spoke, slightly pushing Stiorra and y/n.
Stiorra only groaned as y/n rolled her eyes, slowly they started to help set up the little camp, Sihtric already getting a fire started.
The sun had began to set quite quickly, everyone had sat around the fire as Osferth had started to hand out food. Y/n was sat next to her sister and, thankfully, Finan. She have liked the Irishman since her family had been reunited in Mercia.
As always her fathers company had passed the time by drinking and retelling stories, the time had passed by quickly and the temperature dropping with it.
“Ya seem cold.” Finan leaned in, whispering the words. She only nodded in response before he wrapped his arm around her, bringing her body in close and getting her under his cloak with him.
“I think it is time for bed for you y/n.” Uhtred spoke as he motioned for Finan to let go of her.
“I’ll tuck her in Uhtred.” Finan replied, standing before picking her up, carrying her to the makeshift tent and laying her down under some furs.
A few seconds later she was accompanied by her twin, both getting closer to each other to stay warm as Finan went back to the fire.
“Is it true?” Uhtred questions Finan as he sits back down. The confusion clear as day on the Irishman’s face, Sihtric was just barely muffling his laughter as Osferth looked guilty.
“Is what true Lord?”
“That you love my daughter?” Uhtred seemed way too calm as he leant forward, his elbows resting on his knees with his hands clasped.
Sihtric was doubled over trying to contain his laughter as Osferth started to stutter out apologies and Finan sat still, tensed up as he stared back at Uhtred before glaring at the young monk.
“So it is true,” Uhtred mumbled before continuing, “I need you and y/n to enter the town and pretend to be married.”
“What? Why Uhtred?” Finan was still tense as he studied his friend, trying to figure out the situation at hand.
“It is simple, I need you both to spy and find out what you can about these people, you already know why.”
Finan nodded with a tight lipped smile, hoping to drop the conversation for now. This was going to be a strange and yet enticing mission.
~~~~~
“I’m sorry ya got stuck havin’ to do this mission with me.” Finan spoke as he and y/n walked into the village, her hand wrapped around his arm as they walk passed everyone.
“Don’t apologise, just make it all seem believable.” The young woman spoke, anyone could see she was nervous about this ordeal.
“I think that’s the ale house,” Finan pointed slightly ahead of them, making their way towards it to try and get a room.
They walked in and looked around, Finan could tell this place wasn’t the most secure, y/n’s grip tightened as she no doubt noticed as well. The patrons inside staring at the woman clinging to her ‘lover’.
“Don’t leave my side.” Finan leant down to whisper in her ear, moving his arm to wrap around her waist and hold her more securely.
She nodded and let Finan lead her, the unsavoury crowd still staring openly, some even licking their lips at her. Before she realised it, Finan had gotten a room for them, leading her up to it so as to relax a little in peace.
“There’s only one bed,” y/n points out, already moving to place her pack down and get comfortable.
“Aye, married remember.” Finan joked, pointing to the rings they were both wearing to sell the idea.
Y/n smiled and she shook her head when he wiggled his brows, stepping closer to her before becoming serious once again.
“We need to get as much information possible and for that we need to split up. But I need to know that you’ll not wonder too far from me side.” Finan couldn’t help but be protective of her.
“I’ll be cautious.” She smiled, loving his protective side, watching as he reached into his things and pulling out a small knife and handing it to her.
Y/n took it gently and hid it under her own cloak, knowing he wouldn’t stop worrying until she did.
“Let’s rest for the day and tomorrow we’ll start, we both need proper sleep for what’s to come.”
“Dunno how much sleep I’ll get in a place like this.” Finan spoke as he barred the door.
They rid themselves of their cloaks and armour, slipping under the furs a respectful distance apart as they slowly fell asleep. By the morning Finan was up first, a slight weight on his chest.
As he looked down he saw h/c hair splayed out and soft breaths were coming from her. His arm had wrapped around her shoulders and her own lay draped across his abdomen.
Finan smiled, not wanting this moment to end but also needing to get up and eat. Sighing he gently shook her awake, watching as she sat up against him and yawned, seeing the confusion in her eyes when she realised she had slept on him.
“I’m so sor-“ she began but was cut off by Finan’s deep laughter, making her pout at him before getting up and ready as he still lay on the bed.
~~~~~
A week had passed quickly, both of them getting into a nice routine and learning much about the village and everyone occupying it. They would both return to Uhtred soon with all the information they have, although neither wanted the mission to end.
“It’s nice to have you fall asleep in my arms.” Finan whispered from behind her, both laying down once again, his arm held her close to his chest as she held his hand.
“It is,” y/n wanted to add more, wanting to confess this is all she wished for but decided against it. Finan pulled her even closer, he could feel her tense against him before relaxing once again.
“I never want to let you go.” He whispered, closing his eyes readying himself for any type of rejection.
Instead y/n twisted in his embrace, staring at his face to see if he was speaking the truth. She reached up to cup his face, watching as it flinched from the unexpected contact and how his eyes remained shut.
“I want that too.” She whispered, leaning up and leaving a ghost of a kiss against his lips, pulling back only to see him staring at her in shock.
Without thinking Finan pinned her to the bed, cupping her face with one hand whilst his other kept him propped up so as to not crush her.
“Ya call that a kiss?”
They both laughed before he leaned down slowly, gouging her reaction as his eyes shifted from her own eyes to her lips. Seeing no resistance he pressed his lips to hers, the softness of her lips making him groan.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer and opening her mouth slightly yo deepen the kiss. His tongue easily slipping in exploring her mouth and savouring her taste.
“Shit,” he mumbled as they pulled apart, his pants tightening and he was sure she could feel it too as she giggled, “we need to stop now or I won’t be able to hold back.”
She let Finan roll off of her, thinking for a moment before straddling his waist quickly. His confused expression made her giggle once more as she leaned forward.
“I don’t want you to stop.” She pulled him back into a kiss, their hands working on removing the others clothing.
~~~~~
“-so that’s everything we know.” Finan finished explaining for the both of them.
“Thank you Finan.” Uhtred pat the Irishman on the shoulder before walking off leaving the pair.
“I want to marry you when we get back home.” Finan turned to y/n as he spoke, taking off his cross necklace and handing it to her.
“It’s a good thing I want you to be my Irishman too I guess.” Y/n spoke in a teasing tone, putting the necklace on immediately.
They stood staring at each other a while longer before someone cleared their throat, snapping them out of their trance.
“What is this?” Uhtred pointed between them.
“Lord I-”
“I’m going to marry him.” Y/n spoke confidently, not caring for whatever her father had to say back, and kissed Finan on the cheek. She then walked off, leaving the men to talk some more.
“I’m happy for you, but don’t you dare hurt her or I’ll kill you myself.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
~~~~~
Finan and y/n stumbled into their house, both having been celebrating with everyone about their marriage that day. As soon as the door closed Finan pinned her against it, his hands pulling at the lacing of her dress.
Their lips moulding together, tongues and teeth clashing as the messily kissed, her hands pulling at the laces of his breeches.
They pulled apart panting as her dress puddled around her feet, showing her bare body to him once again. Finan wasted no time in helping discard his own clothing as well before leaning back into her to nip, lick and suck at her breasts.
Y/n threw her hand back against the door, pulling at Finan’s hair whilst she moans his name, him groaning in return to her tugging.
“Don’t tease, just hump me.” She spoke through her moans.
Finan chuckled, hooking his hands under her thighs and hoisting her up, her legs wrapped around his waist as he rubs his thick cock along her slick folds.
Finan watched her face contort with pleasure as he slowly pushed himself inside her, grunting as she clamped down on him.
“Look at you,” he spoke, slowly pulling out until the tip remained only to slam back in, “such a beautiful woman, my beautiful wife.”
He accentuated the word ‘my’ with an incredibly powerful thrust. Y/n’s body felt as if it were alight, flames dancing along her skin wherever he touched or kissed.
His lips leaving marks along her neck and chest as his fingertips dug into her hips surely leaving more marks in their wake.
His name left her like a prayer, her nails digging into his shoulders as she held him close, her heels digging into him to bring him impossibly closer. The knot forming in her lower abdomen started to tighten, her orgasm approaching quickly and her cunt began to hug his cock tighter.
Finan knew she was close, grinning to himself he reached a hand between their bodies to start rubbing her clit, wanting her to cum around him and in return he’d cum inside her.
“Cum for me love.” His accented words helped her reach her peak, clenching around Finan as she screamed his name and let the knot finally burst in her stomach.
“Fuck,” Finan cursed as he still, her name falling from his lips as he came undone as well.
They stayed still for a moment longer, panting as they gazed into each others eyes. Eventually Finan released his grip on her and pulled out to place y/n on her feet, holding her steady when she wobbled slightly.
“Are ya ok love?” Finan had concern written over his face when she looked back at him.
“As long as that isn’t all the humping we’re doing tonight.” She replied, innocently smiling at her husband.
He laughed with her before throwing her over his shoulder, smacking her ass playfully and throwing her on the bed. He crawled over and and pecked her lips.
“I plan to go as many rounds as you’ll let me.” He smiled once again, his cock already hard again as she looked down at it.
“Good,” She flipped them, straddling his lap and sinking onto him once more, “I don’t want you to stop.”
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