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solinarimoon · 3 years

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Liquid Courage

Warning: this is a horny on main fueled smut. Pure smut. 18+ only Also it’s for In Vino Veritas in TLKfanficfestbingo. Forgive any typos, I wrote this fast and dirty. 😉

Pairing: Sihtric x reader

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You had yourself perched on top of the bar watching as the Coccham men’s antics had your sides in stitches from laughing so hard. It didn’t help that the ale had flowed particularly freely that evening. After a long days work in the ale house and enjoying maybe one too many mugs along with the patrons, your head was feeling rather floaty.

You had worked for Rodrick, the tavern owner, for many years. It wasn’t uncommon for him to retire to his room upstairs with his wife and trust you to ensure Uhtred and his men did not burn the place down or drink all of the ale.

It was an unspoken rule that when the last call was made, that did not apply to Lord Uhtred. He and his men brought good money into the establishment and while a bit loud and rowdy at times, they rarely caused any real damage.

Tonight happened to be a night like that. Rodrick had retired and you were left downstairs with Uhtred, Finan, Osferth, and Sihtric. The men pulling you into their drinking and merrymaking.

“One more round, Y/N! Only one more and then we will be out of your hair!” Finan hollered while draping himself across the bar next to you in order to reach for another mug.

“Quiet down, Finan!” You shushed. “Rodrick and his wife sleep right above us, you big buffoon. And you can have one more round but you’re helping yourself. I’m not standing up again, my back is killing me.” And if truth were told, if you stood up you were worried you may falter. You made a conscious thought to refrain from drinking that much with the men again. You still had to finish up your closing duties but all you really wanted to do was either keep laughing and enjoying their company or curl up and fall asleep.

Sihtric slumped back against your legs and without pausing to think you opened them to allow him to drape his strong arms around each of your thighs. None of Uhtred’s men had ever been so forward as to touch you so intimately. And you would never had allowed it. But something in Sihtric’s touch, his warmth made you relax even more. The Dane had always caught your eye and his gentle smile regularly gave you flutters in your stomach. And in the quiet hours of the night, you had often given yourself over to your more primal desires while imagining his strong arms holding you. His fingers moving against your folds, finding your sensitive nub. Breathing your name into your ear.

Sihtric’s deep voice broke you from your thoughts.

“Whatever would we do without you in our lives, Y/N?” He questioned while taking a swig from his own mug.

“Oy, you would find another barmaid to keep your cups full and put up with your loud mouths,” you quipped while trying to stave off the images your mind had begun to conjure.

“I do not have a loud mouth!” He protested in mock injury.

“You, Sihtric, have a very loud mouth when you have been drinking!” You reached up to push his head forward in a playful gesture and found that you didn’t bring your hand away afterwards. Instead your fingers began twisting themselves around the soft tendrils of his dark curls.

Feeling more courageous than usual, you brought your other hand to rest on his shoulder. Slowly you began kneading the taught muscles of his back.

As if on instinct, Sihtric’s own hands began drawing long, firm strokes down your thighs.

You kept up a slow and steady pace, pressing the pad of your thumb and the heel of your palm into his shoulder while gently drifting the fingers of your other hand along his scalp.

You felt a low and throaty moan rumble deep in his chest at your touch. Leaning his head back to rest between your breasts, he was flush against your body.

“Your hands are like magic, Y/N. Do not stop,” he commanded. His voice no longer loud. The tone of his words and the feel of one of his hands moving to the innermost side of your thigh caused a sudden rush of heat to find your center. You felt a moisture creep into your folds and were surprised when you heard your own voice, husky and slow with drink.

“I will not stop so long as you don’t stop either.”

To emphasize your desire, you slowly pulled his hair bringing his ear close to your mouth to breathe along the sensitive skin of his neck.

Reading your signals, Sihtric twisted to slide one of his hands farther along the inside of your thigh. Slowly. Deftly. Without bringing attention from his brothers who had finished their last swallows of ale and we’re making their departure.

You heard Uhtred call to Sihtric as they walked out of the door , “we are leaving. Give Y/N some space so she can close and get to bed.”

“Go on. I will help her close up tonight.” Sihtric called over his shoulder as his eyes met yours.

“And I will get her to bed,” he finished before he twisted to fully face you.

A rush of heat had settled across your cheeks and you could feel your slit swelling, pooling with moisture wanting his touch.

“Touch me, Sihtric.”

The Dane wasted no time shoving the fabric of your dress up and around your waist. And his fingers cupped your sex, feeling it slick with desire.

You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your throat as you felt the pressure as his fingers explored you.

“So wet,” he moaned through his teeth. “Is this all for me, Y/N?”

“Yes. I’ve wanted to feel you touching me for a long time,” you confessed.

“Like this?” His lifted one of your legs to drape over his shoulder as he slid one long finger slowly up and down your slit before curling it deep inside you.

He smiled and placed nipping kisses along your leg when he heard the noises that came from your lips.

“Or like this?” His voice was low and rumbled in his chest as he slid a second finger into your cunt.

You had your hands bracing yourself on the bar top as your hip bucked at the sensation.

Never stopping the rhythm of his fingers, Sihtric began trailing his lips down your thigh.

“Or maybe you wanted me to touch you like this?”

And then his mouth was on you. His tongue exploring the sensitive nub at your core and his fingers continuing to slide, in and out.

“Yes,” you breathed. “I’ve wanted you to touch me like that.”

You lay down on the bar, arching you back as your body responded to his tongue lapping at all of your sensitive nerves.

Your hand found his hair again and twisted in the silky curls. Feeling your orgasim building, your grip tightened and pulled him closer into you.

He growled and you felt it along your folds. The scratch of his beard rough and welcome.

Suddenly, you felt cold as his mouth left tlu and he removed his fingers.

“Not yet, Y/N.”

Sihtric brought himself back up to meet you and all at once his mouth was on yours. The taste of yourself on his lips caused a new wave or pleasure to ripple through you.

Before you could settle into a new rhythm with his kiss, he backed up pulling you off the bar with him.

Your hands cupped the bulge in his pants and he groaned as he gripped your hair pulling your face back to meet his kiss once more.

“Take me out, Y/N”

And you did as you were told.

You gripped his length and as you stroked him felt the drops of precum providing you lubrication.

Sihtric pulled you with him as he walked for a chair and sat down.

Straddling him, you lowered yourself into his rigid dick, mewling with pleasure as the size of him stretched you wide.

Slowly, you began to ride him gasping noiselessly as you ground his length deep into your walls then slowly pulled yourself back almost to the point of taking him out of you.

Each round of your hips bringing you both closer to orgasim.

Before you could cum, Sihtric gripped your hair at the base of your neck stilling your movements.

“Be still, Y/N,” he commanded.

You whined and tried shifting your hips against him more but he pulled harder exsposing your neck to him as he nipped it.

“Tell me how you want me”

“I want you Sihtric.” You gasped needing him to let you move against him. Needing to find your release.

“Make me cum, Sihtric. Fuck me.”

Only after hearing you beg, Sihtric began rolling his own hips once more and pushing his length into you, filling you completely.

His hand stayed tangled in your hair and you found your own hand gripping his hair. With his free hand, he strokes and circles your clit.

You feel the tension in your body building as he thrusts up into you.

Each thrust bringing you closer to the edge until you finally come apart moaning his name.

You continue to ride him, keeping your hands entwined in his hair. You pull his face to meet yours and watch as he rides his orgasim.

Afterwards, as you are slumped into his body he traces lazy lines along your back and grips your ass.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time?” He remarks smirking.

“A very long time.”

“And what made you act on it tonight, love?”

“Just a little liquid courage, I guess.”

And you both chuckled as you weaved your fingers into his hair and kissed his beautiful jaw.

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emilyhufflepufftlk · 3 years

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‘Scared to be Lonely’ | Sihtric x Reader

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This is for the wonderful @lauwrite1225 ‘s 500 follower challenge. This is also my first @tlkfanficfest bingo entry!!! (prompt: after battle fucking)

Is it just our bodies? Are we both losing our minds?

Is the only reason you're holding me tonight

'Cause we're scared to be lonely?

Do we need somebody just to feel like we're alright?

Is the only reason you're holding me tonight

'Cause we're scared to be lonely?

Warnings: angst, SMUT (18+ only please)

Word Count: 1602

You sat staring emotionlessly into the fire, the camp busy around you preparing for the night, your friends talking and laughing next to you, but somehow you didn’t notice them. All you could hear was the clanging of swords, the scream of men, the feel of hot blood hitting your skin as the recent battle replayed over and over in your mind. Your heart hammered in your chest as the moment you fell to the ground, a Dane above you ready to land a killing blow, flashed before your eyes. It had been close, too close. You were a warrior, you danced with death so often but to be so close to meeting your own demise had shaken you to the core. If Osferth hadn’t been there, you would have ended up dead like so many others, being carted away to be buried.

You had always been a warrior, joining Lord Uhtred at Coccham and training to fight when you were berely more than a kid. The warrior life was not easy, but it was the life you had chosen. You weren’t beholden to a husband you had been given no say in choosing, forced into a life your parents had decided for you. As a warrior you were free; you followed your lord and travelled where the fight took you, but you were as free as any man.

As much as you enjoyed the warrior life, the endless blood and carnage was something you had never quite gotten over. You did not hesitate to kill your enemies and you no longer became nauseous at the sight of men’s guts spilled across the ground, but the things you saw no less haunted your dreams than they did after your first battle.

Your eyes drifted up from the fire and met the mismatched ones of Sihtric who was sitting opposite you. There was a softness in his eyes, much different from the cold determination and calculated cunning that normally resided in them – a look reserved only for his friends. There was also a question in those beautiful eyes of his, scanning your face for the answer. He seemed to find what he was looking for, getting up from beside the fire and walking into the growing shadows, a slight tilt of his head all that indicated he wanted you to follow. It was all the indication you needed – you had been through this routine before.

You followed after him, finding him waiting for you at the edge of the camp. He took your hand and led you into the trees in silence; it was a comfortable silence, one in which you had spent many an evening in before. There was an understanding between the two of you, that as warriors the things you saw made you both at risk of losing your minds and sometimes you needed somebody to hold onto just to make you feel like everything could be alright.

Once you were far enough away from the others to not to be heard, but not so far as to be at risk from attack, Sihtric gripped your face in his hands, bringing your lips to meet his. There was no tenderness in the way he kissed you, all hunger and need and lust. This wasn’t about love, it never had been, it was reminding yourselves that despite being surrounded by death you were both still alive. A way to fill the emptiness inside you and prevent the sense of loneliness from engulfing you.

You would tell yourself you had no reason to feel lonely as you were surrounded by friends. But yet after battle, you always felt an aching loneliness that threatened to eat you whole, perhaps because the fighting affected you more than the others, unable to join in their revelry after a victory. Sihtric had always been a way to numb the pain and push back the fear of being alone, nothing more. What you were to him, you had no idea.

He pushed you against the nearest tree, trapping you with his hard body. His hands were seemingly everywhere at once, running down your body before grabbing your breast, as his kiss became deeper, demanding access as his tongue collided with yours. As you began pulling at the laces of his armour, he pulled your hair, forcing your head to the side, making you gasp, as he began kissing and biting down the newly accessible flesh of your neck. You finally managed to work his armour undone, him pulling the heavy leather over the top of his head. You had already removed your own armour at the camp and Sihtric practically ripped your tunic off you, exposing your chest to the rapidly cooling night air, the summer day turning to night as the sun dipped deep below the horizon.

He pinned your hands above your head as he sucked and nipped against the soft skin of your breast. His deft fingers made short work of the laces of your trousers, sliding inside the fabric and quickly finding your centre. It didn’t take long for you to start panting and moaning, moving your own hips to create more friction against his hand.

‘Sihtric…’ you moaned as the coil inside you wound gloriously tighter, however you needed more, you needed to feel him inside you. He looked up at you with hooded eyes, a slight lick of his lips as he nodded, understanding what you needed.

He withdrew his hand and quickly removed the fabric separating you, lining himself up as he whispered deliciously sinful things in your ear that sent a shiver down your spine. Loud moans left both of your lips as he entered you, stretching and filling you in the best way. As he began to thrust into you, your hands found their way underneath his tunic, your nails scraping up and down his skin, digging into his shoulders as the heat of pleasure built inside you. Just like with the kiss, there was no tenderness about it, just lust and a need to feel alive.

When you had both finished, you remained pressed between Sihtric and the tree, his forehead resting against yours as you both recaught your breath. You expected him to leave, to get dressed and to lead you back to the others like you always did, but instead he tenderly caressed your cheek, bringing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. His arms wrapped around you as his mouth trailed down your jaw and neck, all the fire and hungriness of before replaced with a love and gentleness you hadn’t expected.

‘What are you doing?’ you asked uncertainly, bringing his face up so his gaze met yours.

‘I’m taking care of you,’ he murmured, his eyes looking deep into your own. ‘I want to take care of you, why won’t you let me?’

You looked at him confused, trying to understand the meaning of his words. ‘What do you mean?’

‘I can’t keep doing this, pretending like this doesn’t mean anything to me. That it’s just a hump after a battle. Because it’s not. Not to me.’ He looked at you with so much sincerity, in a way that made him look incredibly vulnerable, laying his heart before you to either take or break. You chewed your lip. Sihtric was your friend but it had always just been a hump to you, two friends helping each other to feel whole again. You had never considered that perhaps Sihtric wanted more than that. ‘Every time I try, you push me away. Is this really just because you’re afraid of being lonely? A way to make you feel alright after a shit day? Because if that is all this is to you, I don’t think I can keep doing this.’

‘Sihtric…’ you began but he cut you off, his hands cupping your face and lifting your chin so you couldn’t look anywhere other than deep into his intense stare.

‘I think I’m in love with you, Y/N! If you don’t love me back just say so, but I can’t keep living like this, having you but not in the way I want to.’

‘I…’ you try and find words, but none seem to come. Your mind is a mess as you try and sort through your feelings, taking in all that he had said. Sihtric was your closest friend, the man you trusted the most, the man you turned to when you were in need, the one whose touch was enough to bring you back from the brink of insanity. You had never considered being someone’s woman, not after you left your family and your old life behind to become a warrior for Lord Uhtred, and as much as you cared for Sihtric, being someone’s wife was not the life you wanted.

You tried to explain what you were feeling but the words got caught in your throat. He took your silence as an answer, stepping back and shaking his head, sadness in his eyes. You tried to reach out to him to stop him leaving, but he shrugged you off, not even looking at you. He stalked off back towards the camp, leaving you still half-dressed and with the loneliness you had fought so hard to keep at bay washing over you like a tidal wave.

You may have broken Sihtric’s heart, but you had quite possibly lost your closest friend and the possibility of a relationship before it had even had a chance to have begun. You had always been so scared to be lonely, and now you were lonelier than ever.

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poguesmaybank · 3 years

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Bathing

Smut Fic Fest Prompt: Bathing

Part Three of the Father’s Day Project

Word Count: 2134

Warning: Smut

Arm wrapped around Edyt’s waist, Finan waved goodbye to his children and in-laws from the porch as Leofric pulled his car from the drive. Edyt relaxed back against his chest with a sigh the second the car disappeared from sight. Finan chuckled, wrapping his other arm around her and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Tired?” he asked, smiling down at her. Edyt hummed in response, turning in his arms to wrap her arms around his neck.

“I love them,” she told him, laying her head on his chest, “but they can be exhausting.”

“Why don’t we go inside and relax?” Finan suggested, guiding her into the house.

“Have you seen the house?” Edyt asked, “Our day isn’t over until it’s clean.”

Finan sighed, knowing she wouldn’t sit until their home was in order. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and went to grab a trash bag from under the sink. Returning to her side, he pulled her into a proper kiss, one to make her mind clear and her toes curl.

“I’ll take the outside, if you want the living room,” he offered, forehead pressed to hers. She nodded, tiptoeing to kiss him once more, before disappearing into the living room. The outside clean up went quicker than he expected and when he made his way back into their home, he found Edyt already vacuuming.

Locking the doors, he made his way up the stairs to their bedroom. He paused a moment at their bedside to look once more at the cards his children had made, before making his way into the en suite. Edyt had insisted, when they’d been house hunting, for a place with a large tub. She would not settle for one that did not cover both her shoulders and her knees.

Finan turned the taps, allowing the water to warm before placing the plug. Opening the second drawer on her side of the sink, he produced a bath bar, filling the tub with bubbles, before drying his hands. Grabbing a handful of candles from the linen closet he placed them around the tub, near enough to shine light but not near enough to catch either of them aflame. As he turned the water off, he heard Edyt entering the bedroom.

“Finan?” her voice floated towards him from the other side of the door.

“Aye, love,” he said making his way to open the door, “I was going to grab us a bottle of wine, but if you want to go ahead and slip in while the water is warm.”

Finan flicked off the bathroom light and moved out of the doorway, so she could see the room that he had set up. Edyt nodded, pulling him down to kiss her.

“Aren’t I supposed to be spoiling you today?” she asked, slipping by him and untying the sash of her wrap around dress. Finan didn’t move, watching as she let the fabric fall from her body. She looked over her shoulder and offered him a coy smile, “I really don’t think we need the wine, Finan.”

“No,” he muttered, making his way over to her. He pressed kisses along her shoulder as he unclasped her bra and pushed the material down her arms. Edyt let the material fall to the floor and tilted her head to allow him more access to her neck. Finan’s fingers danced slowly down her arms, before finding their way up over her stomach. He held her breast softly in each hand, lifting them enough that he could need them softly, tweaking the peaking nipples.

His name fell from her lips as her head fell back against his chest, and he used the new angle to press his lips to hers. She kissed him back lazily, tongue swiping across his bottom. Breaking out of his hands, she turned to him, hands wrapping around his neck, as she pushed up on her toes to kiss him again. Her hands pushed his Father’s Day shirt up until she had to break their kiss to pull it over his head.

Edyt trailed her kisses along the newly exposed skin, fingers popping the button on his jeans. She moved back, slipping her underwear down her thighs as he pushed his pants down. His eyes never left her as he stepped out of them. He moved to her, hands cupping her face as he pulled her into another kiss.

“I love you,” he told her, before stepping into the bath. A groan escaped him at the wonderful feeling and Edyt laughed at him.

“I love you too,” she said, taking the hand he offered and letting him help her into the tub. She gasped at the silky feeling, waiting impatiently for Finan to settle down into the water so she could join him. She sunk into the water, her back against his chest. Her eyes fluttered closed as the warm water rose over her chest, enveloping her whole body. She felt Finan chuckle behind her, running his hands up her arms and over her chest.

“I missed this,” he mumbled, trailing his lips along her neck. Edyt hummed happily, as his hands wandered her form. He let his palm press against her lower stomach, “We used to do this all the time when you were pregnant.”

“Finan,” she warned, not opening her eyes. One hand stayed on her stomach, the other wandering back north to fondle her breast. “No more babies.”

“One more,” he barter, still caressing her skin. “Think about it. Another girl, brilliant and blonde, just like her mother.”

“We already have a girl, who is nothing like her mother,” Edyt muttered, gasping as he tweaked her nipple between her fingers. “Iseult is just like you. Give it a few years and she’ll be married and there will be tons of little feet running around.”

“Edyt, you can’t tell me,” he said, pressing a separate kiss to her neck after each word, “you haven't thought about it.”

“I have,” she admitted, turning her head to capture his lips, “I’ve thought about it alot.”

“Oh?” he mumbled, as she leaned up needing to breathe out of his embrace, his presence clouding her better judgement.

“You’re an amazing father, you know that?” she asked, soaping up a washcloth. She moved away from him and turned to face him. Sitting on heels, she ran the cloth over his shoulders and chest. “I love that about you. And my god, do I love seeing you with the kids, not just ours.”

“Trying to get my hopes up?” he asked her. She shook her head, smiling softly at him.

“No, I’m just saying I have thought about it,” she answered, moving back into his arms, legs straddling his waist and kissing him gently. “We’d be old parents. Say we got pregnant next week, which is unlikely, but let's pretend. You’d be in your fifties before it’s ten. I wouldn’t be far behind.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” he asked. Edyt shrugged.

“I wanted to spend our sixties relaxing, not raising another teenager,” she told him.

“She’ll be twenty by then,” he said, pulling Edyt to kiss him. Edyt laughed and shook her head, but let him kiss her anyway.

“We’d have to go to the doctor,” she muttered against his lips, “make sure we’re even healthy enough to try it.”

“I can make the appointment first thing tomorrow,” he answered, kissing her again while his hands ran down her, gripping her ass firmly.

“It’ll be a lot of work,” she gasped, as his kisses trailed south, pulling her out of the water enough to allow him access to her breasts.

“I love work,” he muttered, between the kisses he peppered along her chest. Edyt brought his lips back to hers, her hands wandering along his shoulders and down his chest.

“I’m not making any promises,” Edyt muttered against his lips, before trailing kisses back along his jaw, “but we can talk about it in the morning. Until then I think we could do with some practice.”

“Oh?” Finan said, grinning at her. “I think you’re right. We need to be ready when you agree.”

Edyt laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her closer, water sloshing around them. Finan captured her lips again, one hand tangling in her hair. Edyt moaned into the kiss as his free hand traveled south, gripping her ass. Edyt shifted, the tub suddenly feeling too small for their current endeavor. She could feel him pressing against her thigh. He moved his hand from her hair to tease at her entrance.

“Finan, we will make a mess,” she told him, pressing her lips to the spot just below his ear. He groaned as she sucked at the flesh.

“Messes can be cleaned,” he countered, slipping two fingers inside of her. Edyt moaned his name, head falling back as he moved his fingers in and out, thumb pressing against the bundle of nerves between her legs. Finan attached her lips to her neck, nipping and sucking along the flesh as he moved back down to her breasts. He flicked his tongue along the nipple, before blowing on his feeling his nails tighten against shoulders.

“You, sir,” she muttered, hands trailing down his chest, “are a bad influence.”

She knocked his hand away so she could grab his cock, stroking it briefly before lining him up at her entrance. Slowly, she sunk down on him. She moaned at the familiar stretching feeling, his hands gripping her ass firmly, helping her bounce on him. Finan kissed her, briefly, before returning his attention to her breast, the sloshing water splashed against his chin. He seemed not to notice, focusing on burying his face in the mounds. Edyt’s knees ached as Finan suddenly stopped her.

“Shower,” he muttered, realizing that the tub might have been a mistake. She nodded, an unintentional sigh of relief leaving her. She climbed out of the tub, turning on the shower as Finan followed. He wrapped himself around her, lips against her neck, cock grinding against her ass, fingers playing with the bundle of nerves between her legs. She melted into him, legs feeling weak as he touched her. She could feel her orgasm building, hips shifting against his hand.

“Fuck,” Edyt panted when he pulled his hand her. Chest heaving, she looked at him in disbelief.

Finan opened the shower door once the water had warmed, guiding her inside. The warm water ran over them, washing from the bubbles and soap from the bath. Turning she wrapped her arms around his neck, tiptoeing in order to kiss him. He kissed her back roughly, hands coming below her ass to lift her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the shower wall. The spray hit his back running down over her legs. Finan wasted no time, lining himself back up at her entrance. Edyt gasped as he entered her swiftly, setting a furious pace immediately, contrasting with the slow easy pace of the tub.

Edyt’s orgasm began its steady build once more as his thrusts pounded him into her. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she attached her lips to the flesh just below his ear, teasing the sensitive spot. Finan gasped, forcing her lips back to his in a passionate kiss. Edyt wiggled a hand between them, barely having to touch herself as she came. Her walls squeeze tight around him, causing his hips to stutter. His name came loudly from her lips with a string of unintelligible mutterings. His own orgasm approached rapidly. Edyt felt his heart racing underneath her palm, as he found his release.

Finan collapsed against her, forehead pressed to the shower wall as he caught his breath. He let her to her feet before kissing her gently. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his chest. Finan laid his head on top of hers.

“I bet the bath is cold,” he mumbled, causing Edyt to laugh. Pulling away, she pecked his lips.

“I guess that means we’ll have to take a proper one tomorrow,” she said, grinning at him, “and we can start in the shower. Now though, I want to cuddle.”

“I can do that,” Finan grinned, letting her pull him from the shower. He wrapped a towel around her, using it to pull her to him and kiss her once more, before finding his own towel and drying off.

“I love you,” she giggled, as scooped into his arms. He twirled her around, before falling into their bed.

“I love you too,” he answered, pulling the blankets around them. He placed a kiss on her forehead, before rubbing his nose playfully against hers. Finan turned off the bedroom lamp, ready for their long day to end.

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bird-on-a-wire20 · 3 years

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The Favour

Aethelflaed/Sihtric, a Modern AU

Aethelflaed is finally single after years of being in a terrible relationship, but there's things she's missed in the last six years. Sihtric offers to help her find out what she's been missing.

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aadmelioraa · 3 years

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Aethelflaed/Eadith, 2.4k, rated M

Trapped in a life as Aethelred’s mistress, Eadith finds herself curious about his wife Aethelflaed's romantic inclinations.

“Your flowers are beginning to wilt,” Aethelflaed said brusquely, gesturing towards Eadith’s basket. “You ought to get those in water.”

She knelt and began to prune again, but almost immediately caught an ungloved finger on another thorn and drew in a sharp breath through clenched teeth.

“You ought to wear gloves.”

Eadith had knelt beside her and pressed a clean handkerchief to the wound. She smelled of lavender. Aethelflaed caught a glimpse of a sachet Eadith kept in one of her sleeves, the pale purple of the buds barely visible through the soft cream-colored linen.

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limenal · 3 years

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THE HAND THAT FEEDS Skade/Sihtric, Boxing AU

Bloodhair v. Sihtric, the undisputed champ and the underdog - the one everyone underestimated. The one she underestimated. But she wouldn’t anymore.

Rated E; it is Horny-On-Main Summer, afterall.

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#the last kingdom #tlkfanficfestbingo #sword card #fan fic #tlk sihtric #tlk skade #y'all i fucking love them #i'm sorry #skade x sihtric #sihtric x skade

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raincityruckus · 3 years

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take my hand (and take a life) ch 1: something borrowed || sigtryggr sigtryggr/stiorra rated e for everything? swears, violence, horniness... mafia arranged marriage for the @tlkfanficfest summer bingo prompt: crime/mafia au

War is bad for business.

And in a crime family business is always personal. Never more so than when a hasty marriage is used to solidify a much needed truce. Stiorra has always wanted to do her part for the family but she didn’t think she’d be doing it in a white dress. Now she finds herself far from home, in the bed of a former enemy who promises he won't touch her until she asks him to.

So why does his promise sound like a threat?

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ladyfenring · 3 years

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let’s stop running from us

inspired by @volvaaslaug’s tags but i think it would be hilarious if the introduction scene for aethelstan is him hiding somewhere making out with young sihtricwhile uhtred is searching for him

Rated T

written for @tlkfanficfest bingo

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“Athelstan!”

The teenager in question opens his eyes with a regretful sigh. He was having such a nice time.

“I should go…”

“You should stay.” Young Sihtric kisses a trail down Athelstan’s neck, his teeth scraping against his collarbone.

Athelstan closes his eyes, his jaw going slack. “What…what if it’s important?”

“What if it is?”

He smiles, threading his fingers through the other boy’s hair. Young Sihtric is more Saxon than Dane, but he wears his hair like a Dane, long and flowing. Athelstan, whose princely hair must be cut short, used to think he was jealous of the other boy’s good looks. Until Sihtric kissed him and he realized it wasn’t jealousy at all.

Sihtric lifts his head, kissing him again. Athelstan moans, the world around him muffled, until,

“Athelstan!”

“He’s not going to stop,” Athelstan groans.

“So? You’re the aetheling. Let him come to you.”

Athelstan may be an aetheling, but Uhtred was given charge of him, and he knows that he is supposed to obey the lord in all things until he comes of age, or until his father says otherwise.

But it is nicer here, behind the unused church with Young Sihtric…

They both hear the trample of feet over undergrowth at the same time, and Sihtric loses his earlier nonchalance as he lurches for the wooden sparring swords they’d brought with them. He shoves one at Athelstan, and they take up something barely resembling a fighting stance just as Uhtred bursts through the foliage.

“Athelstan!” the older man bellows. “I’ve been calling your name!”

“Sorry, Lord,” Athelstan gasps. “I didn’t hear. We’ve been sparring.”

Uhtred’s eyes sweep over their flushed faces, the loose shirts, the breathless way they’re both regarding him.

“Why do you spar out here?”

“I’m…I don’t like when people watch,” Athelstan lies.

Uhtred jerks his head. “Well, come on. We have to ride to Ceaster. Young Sihtric, you will make the horses ready.”

“Yes, Lord,” Young Sihtric says, too relieved at not having been caught to chafe at the task. He tears off, leaving Athelstan to amble beside Uhtred.

“Why Ceaster?”

“Because your father wrote to say he wishes it. There is a dispute he will settle, and he wants you to hear his judgment.” Uhtred takes the wooden sword from his charge. “You are too old to practice with wooden swords.”

“I’m clumsy,” Athelstan lies.

“And this?” Uhtred raises the point of the wooden sword to Athelstan’s neck. “Is this a mark of your clumsiness?”

Athelstan can’t see the mark, but he has a feeling he knows what it is. He claps a hand over it, his face reddening.

Uhtred throws an arm around his shoulders, leaning in conspiratorially. “I have no objection to you sneaking off with Young Sihtric, but mind you cover that little battle wound before your father sees.”

Athelstan turns even redder. “Yes, Lord.”

Uhtred musses the aetheling’s hair before giving him a small shove forward, laughing.

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vveissesfleisch · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Last Kingdom (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Finan/Sihtric (The Last Kingdom) Characters: Finan (The Last Kingdom), Sihtric (The Last Kingdom), Uhtred of Bebbanburg Additional Tags: Read on AO3 Summary:

Finan wakes with a dry mouth and a persistent ache in his shoulders. His head is throbbing, and the bone around his eye pulses in time with the beat of his heart. He recalls the alehouse brawl the night before with a groan. He’d started it, naturally, in his infinite quest to outdo himself in rash, drunken decisions...rather, they had started it: Sihtric had also been in a mood all his own.

It was all in good fun, of course, it always is. Plus, as he remembers with a flicker of heat in his belly, the night had ended on a rather high note. So high that he would not mind picking up right where they left off this morning.

When he tries to reach for the man who has been driving him towards madness for years now, he finds that his arms are pinned overhead, tied to the bed posts with firm leather straps. “What in God’s name—”

“Going somewhere?”

Sihtric is standing at the top of the stairs, naked save for his breeches. His skin is scrubbed pink, curls still dark and wet from the river, and he’s got a half-eaten apple in his hand and a wicked gleam in his mismatched eyes.

A/N: Written as part of the @tlkfanficfest bingo for the bondage prompt!

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wildwren · 3 years

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Oh hi, I wrote an Aethelflaed x Skade, Pirate / Witch AU for @tlkfanficfest bingo. It is unhingedly kinky, spectacularly cracky, and very possibly a crime against The Children. If you like D/S kink, piracy, witches, ballads, or simply agree with the (objectively true and righteous) opinion that Skade just needs a good railing from a hot Dom mommy, then this might be the fic for you.

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It is inspired by this traditional ballad

CWs: Self-Mutilation, Suicidal Ideation, Drowning Mention, Dom/Sub, Bondage, Imprisonment, Hostage Kink, Power Imbalance, Mind Control, Blood Kink, Blood Drinking, Biting, Hair Pulling, Oral Kink, Hand Kink

Known only as “The Maiden,” Skade is a siren, a sea witch — as feared as she is desired for her power to control the minds of men. She has watched ships break themselves on the cold floor of the North Atlantic, she has seen the life drain from men’s eyes like blood on the sand, and she has liked it. Now, she is on the run, trying to sing her way into a new story.

But when she is taken captive by the notorious pirate, Captain Aethelflaed, she finds her skills faltering, her tongue empty, and her throat dry. Will Aethelflaed finally put an end to “The Maiden”? Or has Skade simply found someone who can give her what she truly wants?

#the last kingdom #the last kingdom fanfic #tlkfanficfest #tlkfanficfestbingo #shieldcard #aethelflaed x skade #pirate au #18th century au #dom/sub #rated e

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solinarimoon · 3 years

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Hey! Picture this. Sihtric and Reader swimming in a pond/river and playing and stuff like that, and the Sihtric getting so soft because he had never played with anyone in the water and confessing his feelings for Reader and everything is so cute. One of those hot summer days and them being best friends and sneaking from Uhtred to go and spend the afternoon there together. I'm soft for Sihtric. 🥺

I just love how you write Sihtric. It's so perfect.

Ok first of all, thank you so much for the ask and the compliment. I just love that Dane so damn much and how he can be both quiet, soft, and gentle but also a completely confident, protective warrior too. It makes writing for him really fun. Plus just look at him.

Second of all, I adore this idea as a prompt. It instantly got images and ideas floating around in my head. So I hope you enjoy, my dear!

The sound of the rippling water brought a slight smile to your lips as you approached the bank of the creek. The slow moving water slowing your thoughts along with it.

There was always a gentle breeze that stirred the air in the small gully the waters had created over the eons. The breeze was a welcome gift in the late July heat.

Sitting your basket down in the rocky pebbles, you hummed a gentle tune to yourself and removed your shoes. You paused to wiggle your toes in the cool water before reaching down to grasp one of the shirts in your basket.

Caked with dirt and grime, the cloth was in desperate need of a wash. Still humming to yourself, you strode across the pebbled shore towards the tall boulder that juts out near the giant oak tree.

You love that tree. It’s roots gnarled and twisting amongst the beach and the water. Since moving to Coccham, this spot has become your favorite haunt. Sometimes there would be others who came and enjoyed it as well. It was not a secret place, by any means.

But it was often empty and peaceful. A good place to let your hands focus on washing your lord and his warriors filthy sparring clothes while your mind could be cast adrift.

All people find their minds wander while doing those menial and mindless tasks. You were no exception. And recently, while washing their mud stained shirts, your mind would drift to the images of those warriors practicing in the yard.

A certain lithe and muscular Dane in particular. His muscles glistening with sweat under the heat of the sun. His smile when laughing with Osferth brightening his eyes only to be replaced with a ferocity of a bear when he was on the attack.

You felt a flush of heat radiate across your face imagining those eyes staring at you with the same passion.

The sound of a pebble shifting on the beach caught your attention. Turning to look over your shoulder, you see no one there.

Suddenly, you catch movement falling out of the corner of your eye and in the next instant there is a splash.

Screaming, you drop the shirt from your hands and step backwards only to slip on the watery rocks and fall.

Your fear instantly fades as you hear the boisterous laugh emanating from Sihtric’s chest as he steps on the beach, splashing water as he walks.

Reaching down, he picks up the shirt, his own shirt out of the water then offers you his hand.

“I could not resist, Y/N.” His voice is still shaking with laughter. “You startle so easily.”

“Yes, Sihtric. But you would think I would be used to it by now with you lot always popping up from God knows where to give me a fright.”

Still smiling, that radiant smile, he pulls you to your feet and holds you arm as you steady yourself. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Do not be cross. We do so out of adoration for you and all you do for us!” His tone, still full of mirth, matching the twinkle in his eyes as you turn your face to meet them.

You cannot help yourself but to allow your lips to curve upward matching his. “I know that, Sihtric. But now look what your jests at my expense have done. My skirt is now wet and I still have all your,” you emphasized your words by poking a finger into his chest, “clothes that need washing before I can go home and change.”

His next words shocked you.

“Forget about our clothes. I will help you to wash them later. Come swimming with me.” Sihtric’s hand had never left your arm from when he pulled you up to stand.

“What?” Your tone is incredulous.

“Come swim with me, Y/N! The day is hot and the water is cool and it is a perfect day for it!”

You laugh at his words and move to pull your arm away, turning to walk back up the beach. “You have gone mad, my Danish friend. I have work to do. Lord Uhtred will want his shirts as will Finan and then,” but your words are cut off as you yelp in surprise.

Sihtric has wrapped his arms around your middle from behind, lifting your feet effortlessly off of the ground.

Your protests fall on deaf ears and mix with the giggles that you cannot contain as he strides into the water with you wrapped in his arms.

Despite yourself, you cannot stop from laughing and gripping onto the muscular cage his arms have trapped you in. The feel of his chest, pressed so strong against your back sends your heart fluttering and a wave of heat to pool in your abdomen. His breathy laughter at your protests tickles your ear.

Sihtric’s legs continue splashing into the water until he reaches a small gully in the stream bed that dips low. Stumbling slightly to catch his footing, he releases his grip on you and you both end up standing, hands on your knees, bent over in laughter as the water flows gently by you. You’re in up to your waists and without any shoes on your feet, you reach out to hold onto Sihtric’s shoulders to keep from slipping on the rocks below.

In between fits of laughter, you manage to choke out, “What has gotten into you, Sihtric?”

His hands have moved to hold onto your waist once more. The feel of them resting there surprises you at how natural the gesture comes on, how comfortable and secure it feels.

Still with mirth lacing his voice, Sihtric stares down at you, smirking and catching his breath before he answers. “As a child in Dunholm, I did not get to run and play in the sun or splash in the waters like most children.”

You were aware that his childhood had not been a happy one. He had spoken of it to you at times, usually after he had a round or two too many at the tavern. He’d have his arm slung round your shoulder and maybe make a small comment about the bastard life with Osferth before he then shifted away making more jokes and singing loud drunken songs.

This time was different. There was no ale. And no instant diversion to another topic.

Instead you watch as his smile fades. Both of your chest rise and fall, still unable to fully catch your breath. Sihtric’s hands press tighter into your waist, ever so gently drawing your body closer to him. His thumb moves in slow arcs up and down.

For a moment the idea crosses your mind to stand on your toes and catch his lips in yours. Instead you watch as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back, face towards the sky.

Droplets of water trail lazily down his throat as you see him swallow before taking a breath, opening his voice to speak once more.

“You make me feel like I could have that joy in my life, Y/N.”

That heat in your stomach grows and any chance of your fluttering heart slowing down is lost. “The happiness and lightheartedness I never experienced growing up, I feel that when I am with you, Y/N.” Bringing his face back to meet yours, his eyes search your face. Looking for an acceptance to his words. A man lost and looking to be found.

“I thought,” you swallow, trying to hold back the lump forming in your throat, “I thought I was alone in my feelings for you.” You can not help it as a slow tear makes it way from your eye.

Sihtric brings his hand up to gently cup your face, his thumb wiping at the tear.

“You are not alone, Y/N.”

You feel as Sihtric pulls your body flush with his own. His face so close that his breath on your wet skin sends shivers down your spine.

He moves his hand slowly from your face to cup the back of your head as he murmurs, “I’m going to kiss you, Y/N.”

And then, as soft as the water that flows around your bodies, his lips meet yours. Your hands slide along the shapes of his arms to encircle his neck as you feel him lift your body against him. The hand on your neck moves back to grip at your hip.

Slowly, tentatively his tongue licks at your lip asking permission to explore. Sighing, your mouth opens to give him access. He tastes of dried fruits and honey, of hot summer air.

Deep in your core, there is an ache growing. It is only stirred more when you feel Sihtric place you back on your feet. A hand moves to slide up your waist and settle along your ribs for a moment. Again, as if asking for permission.

You shift your body against him, feeling the excitement growing in his trousers and a soft moan escapes your throat.

Sensing that is permission enough, you feel as water drops fall off his hand as is slides up and gently cups your breast, his thumb finding your nipple. The friction of his thumb over your clothes and the feel of the slip of the water is driving you mad. A throbbing desire has started at the entrance to your core. A moan escapes his own lips as he feels how aroused you are against his touch.

Breaking his lips away from yours, he smiles and whispers “I have wanted to be with you for so long, Y/N. Kissing you feels like finding a home I never knew I was missing.”

The smile that radiates from you lips meets his own and you kiss once more. Only to hear the shouts of Lord Uhtred approaching the banks of the stream.

“Sihtric! Sihtric, where are you? Stop pestering Y/N. You are needed in the yard.”

Stifling your laughter, you called out, “he will be along shortly, Lord. He will need to find dry clothes first.”

You laugh more and grin up at Sihtric as you feel him fighting to contain his own laughter. The both of you can see Uhtred standing at the top of the hill now staring at the pair of you. He is shaking his head, but smiling.

“Confess your love to the girl another time, Sihtric and meet me in the hall.” Uhtred turns to walk away, but not before shouting over his shoulder, “and do not be wet!”

“Shall I expect you to confess your love to me this evening or will you make me wait again?” You chuckle placing a small peck against the corner of his lips.

Catching your lips before you can pull away, Sihtric replies, “Yes, you can expect me tonight. And every night thereafter.”

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emilyhufflepufftlk · 3 years

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Show Me What You’re Made Of | Sihtric x OC

Modern au

MASTERLIST

This is for the @tlkfanficfest bingo, for the prompt modern au. This is mainly smut, set in a boxing gym.

Sihtric and his girlfriend, Tove, have a sparring session that soon gets too hot to handle.

Word Count: 1508

Warnings: SMUT! SMUT! SMUT! (18+ only please)

Sihtric watched Tove as she danced around her opponent with hungry eyes. He always loved watching how her body moved in a fight, the way her muscles flexed and how her gym clothes clung to her figure. There was a fire inside her that came alive when she was in the ring, a determination and a ferocity behind her eyes, oozing confidence with every punch. He leant on the ropes and watched, barely giving the other woman she was sparring against a glance, as he looked up in awe at the woman he loved.

It was getting late, almost everyone packing up or having already left, as it approached closing time. Tove and Eadith called it a day, laughing and joking about something the other had done, bantering back and forth over who had won the fight.

‘What are you talking about?’ Tove asked, throwing her head back in a laugh the way he loved. ‘I totally won. Sihtric, tell her!’

‘Hey, no fair!’ Eadith cried, shoving her friend in the shoulder. ‘Your boyfriend can’t be the judge!’

They continued to laugh and argue as they packed away their gear, Eadith walking towards the changing rooms. Tove was about to follow her but stopped in her tracks as if rooted to the spot by Sihtric’s intense gaze. ‘I’ll see you next week,’ she called to Eadith, although her sole attention was on him.

Eadith glanced back and looked between the two of them, making a roll of her eyes. ‘Alright, see ya!’ she shouted as she left, letting the door to the gym swing shut behind her and leaving Tove and Sihtric alone in the empty gym.

‘You were pretty amazing,’ Sihtric grinned as Tove walked over to where he leant casually against the wall.

‘Only pretty amazing?’ she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck as his hands rested on her hips.

‘Well, you’re not as good as me.’

‘Really?’ she scoffed. ‘I practically taught you how to fight! I could beat you in my sleep!’

‘Prove it,’ he challenged, a glint in his eye as he pulled her hips against him.

‘It’s closing time,’ she answered, slipping from his grasp and turning to move away from him.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back towards him, his arm wrapping around her waist as he held her close. ‘It’s my gym, sweetheart. Closing time is whenever I want it to be.’

‘Show off,’ she murmured. ‘Fine, we’ll go a few rounds, but I’m not going easy on you. You’ll regret this, I promise you.’

He learnt forward, so close their noses were almost touching and he could feel the heat of her breath on his cheek. ‘Oh, I think I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me,’ he murmured, looking from her eyes to her perfect lips.

She leant in and kissed him, slow and steady, before pulling back with a smirk on her face. ‘Oh, I wasn’t.’

She pulled away again and this time he let her, following her as she made her way to the centre of the gym. They put their gloves on and climbed inside the ring, placing their feet apart in a fighting stance. ‘You ready?’ he asked.

She gave him a devilish grin before dancing around him and darting a punch forward in way of an answer. They sparred for a few minutes, the two of them well matched, the energy between them electric. In truth Sihtric was the stronger fighter, but he had never been able to beat Tove in the ring, mainly because he would always get distracted by thoughts of all the ways he wanted to ravage her whilst they were fighting.

At some point they found themselves pressed together, their faces incredibly close, the tension so thick it was hard to breath. Knowing there was no one left in the building to see them, and deciding he didn’t give a shit even if there was, he closed the small distance and crashed his mouth against hers in a hot and hungry kiss. She reciprocated quickly, opening her mouth and allowing his tongue to explore, moaning slightly at the sensation.

Their gloves were ripped off and carelessly discarded on the floor, Sihtric gripping her hips tightly whilst her fingers found their way into his hair, tugging his curls and making him growl deep in his throat. His hands wondered unashamedly over her body, squeezing her arse and cupping her breast, enjoying every inch of her. His mouth moved down her throat and along her collar bone, biting lightly at her shoulder before moving lower. She pulled the vest she had been wearing over her head, throwing it to the side, allowing him to trail kisses over the newly exposed skin.

He quickly removed his own shirt, her hands running greedily over his bare flesh, his muscles contracting under her touch.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he murmured against her skin. He had told her that a hundred times by now, but he would never stop telling her as it was true, she was so beautiful and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was.

She lifted his chin so that his eyes met her own, so full of lust and the same fire she had when she fought, making his own desire for her burn even hotter inside him. She kissed him sloppily and frantically, her hands running over every inch of his body, desperately pulling them closer like she couldn’t physically get enough of him. The remaining fabric between them was frantically cast aside until there was nothing separating their bodies, her hot skin burning against his own.

He lifted her up, making her gasp into his mouth, and laid her down on the mat beneath them, hovering just above her. Pinning her arms above her head, he slowly moved down her body, savouring every inch as his tongue ran along her skin. His hands moved from pinning her arms to her breasts, massaging them as he moved lower, revelling in the moans of pleasure he was drawing from her. Despite wanting to feel himself inside her so badly, he made sure to take his time, worshiping her body just like she deserved.

He continued to move lower until he found her centre, making him lick his lips in anticipation at the sight in front of him. Her fingers wound their way into his hair, gripping tightly as he brought her to the brink of oblivion with his tongue and fingers, knowing exactly how to bring her the most pleasure from hours exploring and learning her body. He savoured every moment, her breathy moans and the sound of his name on her lips like music to his ears.

As he pulled away he licked his fingers and ran his tongue along his lips, enjoying the taste of her, before moving back up her body and meeting her in a deep, passionate kiss. She nipped his bottom lip with her teeth, making him grin. Without warning he rolled off her, pulling her with him so that she straddled above him, looking down on him with lidded eyes and her messy hair falling over her face where it had escaped her bun.

‘Go on,’ he grinned, grabbing her thighs tightly as she ground against him, ‘show me what you’re made of.’

She slid down onto his waiting cock, letting out a loud moan as he filled her, a deep groan leaving Sihtric’s lips as he watched her head full back and her eyes close. She then began to roll her hips, agonizingly slow at first before getting faster and faster, building the most amazing heat inside him. He sat up and brought her into a messy kiss, pulling back to rest his forehead against hers, looking deep into her eyes as they both panted and groaned. He met her frantic pace, digging his fingernails into her hips as she pulled the strands of his hair wrapped round her fingers hard.

He felt her clench around him, a cry leaving her as pleasure overcame her body, her head falling backwards with complete bliss on her face. It was a sight he would never be tired of seeing. He was so close to the brink of pleasure, pulling her body against his as he continued to thrust into her until he fell over into the abyss, shouting her name as he came.

They stayed clutching one another, their chests heaving, their foreheads pressed together, and their hands entwined, his eyes falling closed. He felt Tove’s mouth ghost a trail of kisses along his neck and sighed into her touch.

‘I love you,’ she murmured as she kissed his face. He opened his eyes, meeting hers as she hovered just in front of him.

‘I love you too,’ he whispered, taking in every perfect feature of her face. She leant in and kissed him slowly on the lips. He cupped her face in his hands and reciprocated eagerly, relishing having this wonderful woman’s body entwined with his own, just like it should be.

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