#finan the last kingdom

[valeskafics]

"Forbidden Fruit" - Finan x Nun!Reader

a/n: a request from the lovely @helaelaemond for finan eating out a nun from behind lkfjdgksdfgjkfdjksg

Summary: Finan has his eye on you, the pretty little novice from Hild’s abbey.

Word Count: 1,500

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

TW: she/her pronouns, afab reader, profanity, innuendo, religion kink, semi public sex, oral f receiving, hair pulling, p in v sex, slight overstim, pretty much porn no plot oops, finan's beard

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the The Last Kingdom characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

Is it smart for Finan to lust after you? Absolutely not. You’re Sister Hild’s favorite novice, and she looks upon you like a younger sister. You, with that sweet little secretive smile, those kind eyes, always willing to give a hand to anyone in need. You know how you drive Finan crazy. He’s sure you know. The way you “accidentally” brush past him, apologizing in that dulcet voice of yours. The way you keep your distance but smile at him from across the room, knowing that he’s already looking at you.

Things come to a head when he finds you outside, fetching water from the well to bring back into the abbey. Finan approaches you with a bold and confident stride, gently grabbing you by the hand. You turn back to face him, a slightly impish smile on your lips.

“Have you no shame? Grabbing a nun like that?”

“You are only a novice, little one,” he replies with a charming grin, “And to answer your question, no. I’ve no shame at all.”

“Well, aren’t you charming?”

You roll your eyes in a playful manner, heaving your water bucket over your shoulder. When Finan moves to take it from you, you simply shake your head and continue walking. He respects that, a woman who wishes to hold her on. And he can’t deny that he quite appreciates the view of you from behind, the sway of your hips obvious even underneath that dowdy gray dress that all novitiates where.

“You know,” Finan says, continuing to trail along after you, almost like a lost puppy, ignoring Sihtric’s laughter from many yards away as he watches the scene play out, “I just so happen to be looking for someone to share my bed with tonight. Do you know anyone who might be interested?”

“Perhaps you can try the brothel in town,” you sass, setting your water bucket down, taking a seat on the abbey steps, removing your headpiece when you realize that it is only you and Finan. 

You are comfortable enough with him that you know he won’t tell Sister Hilde about it, only wanting to wipe the sweat from your brow. Finan admires you as you do so, your hair tumbling free, wanting nothing more than to run his hands through it. Sihtric and Uhtred have gone with Hilde to take care of business with Father Beocca, leaving the two of you quite alone in the abbey.

“The warmth of a wench from a brothel is no match for you, my little nun,” he winks, “Nothing like a little bit of forbidden fruit.”

You raise a finger, pointing it in his face, though a smile spreads across your features, “God is watching, you cheeky Irishman.”

“And who is to say He does not approve of my adoration of you? Hm?” Finan leans in, nudging your shoulder with his own, “You are too beautiful for me to resist, little nun. You ought to be aware of that.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?”

You burst into giggles at his words and at the way he gives you a sly little grin and responds, “Yes, entirely.” Finan pauses before asking you curiously, “Have you ever kissed a man before?”

“Once,” you tell him truthfully, “When I was, oh, maybe fourteen.”

“Then I can be the second man you kiss,” Finan smirks, pulling you into his lap, chuckling at the yelp of surprise you let out, “And who knows? I might even be able to convince you to make me the third, fourth, and fifth as well.”

You shake your head, hiding your face as you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, “You stop that.”

“Make me,” Finan taunts, pressing his lips to your neck, his beard tickling your soft skin, “I’m sure I could convince you, pretty one.”

You gasp softly as he stands, pulling you along by the hand into the abbey, closing the doors behind you, making sure no one can follow the two of you in. Finan’s lips find yours, crashing down on them in a desperate, passionate kiss. You don’t kiss back at first, but that feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you, crushing you to his chest, his lips moving against yours so perfectly, his warm brown eyes gazing upon you with true admiration.

You give in, your hands moving to run through his soft brown hair as he gently lays you back on one of the pews, moving to lay atop you. He tugs at the sash holding your robes together, drawing in a sharp breath as it falls away, revealing the simple white shift you wear underneath. Finan lets out a low groan, his cock growing hard in his pants as he barely manages to rasp out.

“Get on your hands and knees for me, pretty one.”

You do as he asks, wondering what on earth he’s planning to do, letting out a quiet little whine as he lands a harsh slap on your arse. Finan admires the way it jiggles, the way you rub your thighs together as if you’re desperate for him to just fucking do something. And God, does he do something. Your arms nearly cave in on themselves as you feel his tongue moving against your cunt. You gasp as he gives you a few teasing licks, his large, calloused hands holding your thighs apart. And when Finan’s tongue delves inside you, you’re helpless to do anything but stay there, crouched like that, and take the onslaught of pleasure he’s giving you. You are no stranger to self pleasure, often finding your fingers wandering to the apex between your thighs late at night alone in the abbey, begging God for forgiveness as you pretend your fingers are Finan’s. But nothing could have ever prepared you for this. For the feeling of him fucking you so relentlessly with his tongue.

And when you let out a keening moan, spilling yourself on his lips, he merely continues lapping at your sensitive folds, his fingers moving to rub at your pearl, loving the way you whine for him to stop, only to chase his lips with your hips when he pretends that he’s letting you go. You want him, just as badly as he wants you, he realizes, bringing you to the edge of ecstasy not once but twice more on his tongue, loving the taste of you, the little noises you make, everything about this moment.

Finan helps you to your feet, bending you over the pew in front of you as he undoes his breeches, sheathing himself inside you with a low growl of your name. His cock is so thick that it feels as if the man is going to tear you apart when he starts fucking into you, his stones slapping against your arse, one of his hands on your hips holding you in place while the other tugs at your hair. You stay like that, feeling him fill you over and over, the tip of his length brushing against that spot deep inside you you’re never quite able to reach, making you all but scream his name, the noise echoing through the abbey. Every lewd noise he makes, every snap of his hips against yours, everything echoes through the abbey.

“Going to fuck you so full of me that you never want to leave me, pretty girl,” he rasps against your ear, biting down on your shoulder, “You’re going to be my wife, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you whimper, “God, forgive me, I want to be your wife, Finan.”

“I love you,” he says, moving faster and faster, one of his hands moving to your pearl, rubbing at it, bringing you closer to the edge once more, “I have since the moment I met you.”

“I love you too,” you whisper, letting go and soaking his cock with the evidence of your peak, feeling him spend himself inside you mere moments later.

You cannot bring yourself to regret what you have done, even when Sister Hild scolds the two of you. Sihtric and Uhtred laugh, while Osferth blushes, flustered at the realization of what has happened.

But, as you stand there, Finan’s hand in yours, as Father Beocca marries the two of you in the eyes of God and those you love, you know you have made the right decision.

Finan leans in to kiss you, cradling your face in his hands as though you are some precious gem, breaking away only to whisper his words of unending love and devotion, that he will love you for the rest of your life. That he will take care of you and make sure you never regret leaving your life at the abbey behind. You wrap your arms around him, giggling as that damned beard of his tickles your neck as he nuzzles against you.

You know already that you could never regret choosing him, resting your head against his chest as your friends shower you in their love and congratulations.

[mommytauriel]

+ · 。~ favorite physical touch

pairing.uhtred, finan, sihtric, osferth & sigtrygger x female reader |genre. fluff, reactions? Idk what to call this | warnings. Touching and some kissing | wc. 692 |

synopsis. some sexy tlk men’s favorite physical touch with there girl

request. no

note. I got this cute idea when I was watching kitchen nightmares, weird right? i really want to write more for other characters, just need some suggestions 👩🏻‍💻 this is kinda short, but it’s sweet. Maybe I’ll make a part 2 in the future!

☆ UHTRED

laying his head on your chest

Uhtred loves laying his head on your chest, for multiple reasons. One, because it's very comfortable, being able to lay down and just close his eyes, feeling your warmth. The second reason is because he loves being able to hear the soothing beat of your heartbeat. He has lost so many people that he's loved in his life, so being able to have you close to him and knowing that you're there, that you're safe…that you're alive. It's very special to him. The two of you don't even have to talk, just lay in silence; in bliss in the bed, you two shares. It's very intimate. 

☆ FINAN

cuddling

Finan absolutely loves cuddling with you, he loves how close it makes the two of you become. It doesn't matter what position, as long as the two of you are as close as you can be, he's fine with it. Finan doesn't mind showing some public affection but the two of you mostly cuddle at home, in bed or his favorite place, the soft fur rug in front of the fireplace. Finan’s favorite part of his day is when the two of you wind down, and cuddle on the rug in front of the fire, drinking some ale and talking about your days. Sometimes he would even interrupt you to place a few kisses on your skin that was illuminated by the fire. It was peaceful, it was warm. 

☆ SIHTRIC

hugging you close

It was hard for sihtric to really find his favorite physical touch, there all his favorites. But the more he thought about it, he realized that hugging you was his favorite. He hugged you when he was sad, when he was upset, when he was happy. He loved hugging you; he loved being able to pull you close and wrap his arms around you. He loved the smile that would spread across your lips when he pulled you close to him, or how flustered and shy you would get when he would lean to whisper flirty comments in your ear. Either it was hugging you from behind or the front, he loved it. He also hugged you and left a kiss on your forehead before he would have to leave (and ofc a breathtaking kiss). There was just something about hugging you that gets him going. 

☆ OSFERTH

resting his head on you

Osferth is a shy boy, at first that is. He was too shy to show public affection towards you around others, so he left all that for when the two of you were alone. But he started noticing something that he did in public and private without realizing, and that had quickly become his favorite thing to do. And that was resting his head on you. When the two of you sat next to each other, he would rest his head on your shoulder and watch your side profile, taking in every detail about you that he could. He also liked resting his head in your lap, looking up at you or the sky, listening to you talk or just quietly relaxing to the feeling of you playing with his hair. He loved it so much; it was just so comforting to be like this with you. 

☆ SIGTRYGGR

kissing you

Okay, Sigtryggr is a very touchy lover, so it's hard to pick just one. But thinking about it more, he realizes that kissing you is his favorite physical touch. He does it quite a lot, like a lot. In the mornings he wakes you up by placing soft kisses all over your face and neck, he loves the way your nose scrunches in confusion and your eyes flutter open, only too sleepily smile when you realize what's happening. You would lose count with how many times he would kiss you through the day, on the lips, on the cheek and even on your hand. He likes to surprise you and kiss you on the cheek, alerting you of his presence. He likes grabbing your hand in his and kissing it gently as he keeps his eyes on you, he likes kissing your shoulder and neck from behind. And let's not forget the breathtaking kisses the two of you share. 

note: this was fun to write omg! This was my first time writing something for osferth, uhtred and sigtrygger. I want to write more for them, I have some ideas 👩🏻‍🍳

I’m honestly just re-falling in love with sigtrygger like omg 😩🤭

I know I haven’t gotten a full fic out in a whileee, but I just have been having trouble really focusing on a fic. But don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll get my grove back!

Like I said at the first note, this is pretty short but maybe I’ll make a part 2 in the future.

I hope you guys enjoyed this!

Please comment and tell me what you think of it, I would love to hear your thoughts.

Likes comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!!

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[whitedarkmoonflower]

Unseasoned Sihtric and experienced big brother Finan 😅 The Last Kingdom S2E6

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[witchthewriter]

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

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

a/n: also I have no idea why it won't let me do proper spacing between dialogue, I truly apologise!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ESTP

Gryffindor

Chaotic Good

Cancer Sun, Virgo Moon, Gemini Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Finan isn't one to mince words; he's quick talking and incredibly witty.

・When he's around you, it's as if he's on overload - almost word vomit. He has no filter and cannot think before speaking.

・Once it had gotten so bad Osferth had to step in and pull him away, with a gracious, "Uhtred wishes to speak to you Finan."

"What is wrong with me?" Finan muttered under his breath as he let Osferth guide him away from you.

"Many things," Osferth said with a grin, "but that my friend...I think you may be in love."

・When Finan realised what he was feeling was attraction, he calmed down a bit. Because he had been attracted to people before, it was no problem.

・But the word vomit, and the blushing continued.

・And that was not normal for Finan.

・So he went to the only level-headed person he knew...Uhtred...

・Uhtred laughed at him:

"Finan, you make me laugh," the Lord said, pulling off pieces of bread and shoving them into his mouth.

"I'm happy I may entertain you Lord, but I'm ... serious..."

"Oh-"

・Uhtred sat back and stared straight into Finan's eyes.

"Finan."

"Yes, Lord?"

"You are in love."

"No, no that cannot be."

"But it is."

"Well fuck."

・The Irishman did all he could to not love you - stayed away from you (didn't work, he felt like something inside of him was missing, tried to look for the negatives in you ... but couldn't find many. He even thought about marriage... and it did not freak him out like it normally did).

・He knew what he had to do.

・He had to speak to Sihtric.

・All the while, you were somewhat oblivious to Finan's 'problem', only saw him scurrying around camp with an anxious look on his face.

・Osferth said Finan was having stomach troubles and you nodded your head, in complete understanding.

・When Finan got to Sihtric, he was out of breath and red in the face.

"Sihtric, my friend. My brother, I'm in trouble."

"What is it Finan?" The younger man's face was bewildered, and his hand clasped Finan's shoulder.

"I - I am in love."

"Oh fuck."

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Mo Gile Mear

[ultracrazy-trashpanda]

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. 

[viking-chaos]

Steapa, Finan (Sihtric lurking in the background) | Adrian Bouchet, Mark Rowley (Anas Fedaravicius) The Last Kingdom | 3.02

[agreyraincloudd]

Could you do a Sihtric x reader with the promo “don’t act like you don’t know I’m in love with you” ??? ❤️❤️❤️

Sihtric x Reader

Prompt 22. "Don't act like you don't know I'm in love with you"

Words 1.6k

Season 5 spoilers

Thank you to @mrsaugustwalker who also requested this I hope you like ittt

Lots of you requested this with Osferth too but I felt it just fit Sihtric more and I have loads lined up for our baby monk dw

Finan and Uhtred imagines are on their way too you thirsty people

It was Aelfwyn and Cynlaef’s wedding day and your face ached with the pain of smiling so much. You were close friends with the late Aethelflaed and had sworn on her deathbed to protect and guide her child as if she were blood, a task you were willing to die for. Following the battle of Bebbanburg and the safe retrieval of your Queen’s daughter, you returned to Mercia before a Dane messenger sent word of your Godchild’s nuptials. A horrid storm in the midlands had kept you on the road longer than anticipated causing you to miss the vows but as you rode into Bebbanburg, the night creeping in, you realized the festivities had only just begun. 

The city glowed bright with the amber of bonfires and lanterns, tables lined the courtyard piling out from the ale house and the streets were filled with people dancing in arms while others raised their tankards to the happy couple laughing besides who you recognized as Lady Aelswith and her son King Edward. You swallowed, your throat grew tight as you were reminded of your lost friend, how happy she would be at the sight of her family together, her daughter happy. 

“Are you going to stay up there all day?” You looked down from your horse at the voice. Sihtric stood tall, his fingers clasped around your horse's bridle as he pulled you to a stop. Seeing him now made a flood of emotions drown you in seconds. You knew him well having fought beside him many a time. You could recall every moment you spent standing watch with him while Aethelflaed and Uhtred reunited and you could almost recount the various drunken nights Finan had shoved you into him at a table or in an Ale House, but how those evenings ended were left a blur in your memory. 

“I’m trying to consider whether you’re all real standing before me-” You pulled your leg overs your horse and slid down. Both of you knew you could easily manage such a task by yourself, but it didn’t stop Sihtric bringing his hands to your hips, helping place you on the groun as you slid down. Your eyes met his, your expression untelling. “I feel as if we should all be ghosts by now”

He laughed and as if realizing his hands remained on your side, he took a step away and tucked them behind his back. 

“You know we’re all too hard to kill”

“Oh I know” Your face was growing warm as he kept that stupid smirk on his face.  

“Y/N” A drunken voice bellowed from the otherside of the courtyard. 

Finan.

Both you and Sihtric turned as you took a step past him. 

“Trust me, I’ve tried to kill you all many a time now” 

Finan strode over to you, the ale you presumed he drank offering a more loose and smiley warrior as he met you half way with a hug. 

“You’re late. A certain someone hasn’t stopped asking for you all day” He pulled back and attempted a wink.

“Aelfwynn? I tried to send word I’d be late” 

Finan laughed as he looked behind you, smothering his smile with his ale cup. 

“Yeah-sure”

You went to question who he was on about when Sihtric shoved his way between the two of you. 

“Come, I’ll get you a drink. You’re already several behind”

“I can see that”

Sihtric led you through the crowd and with a few stops in between to reunite with friends and congratulate your Godchild, you finally made it to a barrel. The cold liquid rushed down your throat and it felt as if the ale had breathed a relief of life back into you as you looked over the crowd. 

“It’s nice isn’t it?” 

“It is Uhtred” 

The Lord engulfed you in a strong hug that squeezed you into a laughed. You had grown close with him over the years and a strange bond had formed from your protectiveness of Aethelflaed and the loss of both your friend and his lover, only your joint memories left standing. 

“You look well” He smiled as he held you back to fully take you in. 

“I am. But of course the last time you saw me I was caked in blood attempting to help retrieve your homeland”

“And for it I am eternally grateful”

You both smiled as you looked upon a dance circle formed around the biggest fire. 

Aethelstan had his arm looped with Aelfwynn as they circled each other through laughter. Their grandmother stood beaming at them from the edge of the crowd. Finan and Cynlaef’s were doing a similar sort of movement but it resembled more of a strange stumble of drunken old men as they danced. And then your stomach dropped. Sihtric became clear in the firelight, a woman you didn’t realize with her hand in his as she tried to teach him the steps. 

“You should dance with him” Uhtred took a gulp of his ale as you both watched, your arms crossed. 

“He is already dancing”

Uhtred chuckled “So go and take him. He is yours, is he not?” 

You choked on your drink, attempting to cover with a laugh.

“He is not. What makes you think that he was?”

“You are in love with him and he is you”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not-”

“I can see it with your eyes. The first moment you saw him all those years ago in Wessex, your heart burns for him”

You tried to act nonchalant “My heart does not burn-”

“You can lie to me Y/N but I can see it. The way you search for each other during battle, how he stays close to your side whenever he can, how you look at each other. You both breathe for one and other Y/N. It is about time you saw that”

You shook your head.

Uhtred sighed loudly, smiling in disbelief. 

“Why is it Saxon women always give such retaliation to the confession of men? My friend is in love with you, you know that. He has told you many a time-”

“You are both fierce warriors but it seems your bravery falls short when it comes to words Y/N”

Those drunken nights at the ale house. 

You scoffed. Questioning your bravery? You’ll show him. 

You chugged the rest of your drink, slamming the cup down on the barrel behind you. 

Uhtred smirked. You took the bait so easily. 

The ale led you through the rows of people as you joined the clearing around the bonfire. You made your way over to Sihtric but changed in the last step, linking your arm with another man as you spun. 

“Lovely to see you again Pyrlig” 

The monk laughed at the sight of you. 

“Y/N my God’s child. I’m glad to see you have safely returned to us once more” He laughed as you both changed directions and spun away. 

“Good to see you too Father”

Pyrligs smiled as he looked over your shoulder.

“I’m afraid for my safety you must change partners”

Your brows furrowed as you turned to where he looked over your shoulder. 

“What-”

Sihtric appeared once more behind you. He stopped short before linking his hand with yours, pulling you against his chest. 

“I didn’t know you could dance?” You laughed but his face remained void of tells as he looked at you. 

“I don’t but-” God’s the way his hand slid down your back, pulling you closer. “I will dance if it means no one else will get a chance with you besides me”

“You so suddenly want to dance with me?”

He notched his head to the side trying to hide a smirk. 

“ Don’t act like you don't know I'm in love with you”

You froze. 

“Sihtric”

He pulled his hands out of yours, snatching the ale of some bystander, downing the liquid. 

“Why do you never answer me back when I say such things?” He questioned, his eyes saying far more than his forced smile did. 

“Every time you have confessed you have been drunk. How am I to believe your word?”

He pulled you out of the way of the moving dancers. 

“Because you make my mind fog. Every time I look at you it’s as if the words melt away in my mouth. I do not know fear of battle or blood” You moved further through the crowd until you both stood under an archway separating two buildings. -”But every time I have tried to tell you how I feel, I get swallowed by this this breathlessness. But it turns out drunken me forgets all about that when he sees the way you look at him”

You tried not to smile, taking a step toward him.

“And how do I look at you?”

“Like you love me too”

You responded with your lips on his. The kiss was desperate and breathless. His hands fell down your sides and held you tight as he walked back against the wall. Your fingers curled into his hair as you moved. 

“They're kissing” A cheer sounded. You broke the kiss to see Finan with his arm around Uhtred as the two of them raised their cups, the rest of your friends joining in with laughs as they looked upon you and Sihtric. 

The man before you buried his head in the side of your neck in embarrassment before trying to shoo off the others. It was only when Hild appeared, ushering her boys away, did they all disperse leaving you in the arms of the man you loved. 

“Have you really loved me since Wessex?” You looked up at him. 

He went to deny the accusation when he realised it was a lost cause and smiled, red blushing his cheeks. 

“Since the very first moment you pointed your blade at me when we met”

“And everytime after?”

His lips met the skin of your throat, moving down. “I love you more and more” 

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“Uhtred and his pretty boys” is the subtitle of this entire series

[angelsworks]

Little Witch The last kingdom x reader

Chapter 7

Next chapter -> H E R E

Series master list -> Here

Type: series

Summary: Uthred forces you to bathe, which leads to a disagreement between the two of you.

Warnings: 18+ Dark themes, spanking, kissing, description of injury, light fluff.

You remove your black dress. Surprised at how dirty your skin looks beneath it. You see little of your back, but trying to take your dress of causes you pain. Stretching your arms in any way hurt. Even if you did try to bathe, you doubted your ability to properly wash your hair.

You sigh before dipping your hair in the water over the tub. When it’s wet enough you put a small amount of soap on the ends. Proceeding to dry it with a towel and redress. You wait a short while before leaving the room.

Sure your plan has worked, you walk almost confidently out to meet Uhtred.

He stands idly to the side of the room, taking off his leather chest plate and removing his multitude of weapons. He looks at you with curious eyes. Eyes that you do well to avoid.

You sit quietly on the floor furthest away from him. Playing with your now slightly cleaner fingers.

“You have bathed?” He asks. Not convinced in the slightest you had bathed.

You nod. Knowing your voice would break or waver in tone. Surely giving yourself away. Revealing your lie to the intimidating Viking before you.

He clicks his tongue, “Do not lie to me witch. You will not like the outcome.” Uhtred feels annoyance rise within him. Annoyance at your disobedience and your blatant lying.

You raise your eyes to his own. A quiet fury lies behind them, waiting for you to wake it. It pinches the skin beside his eyes. Making them crinkle up in a glare.

“I have bathed. Now I wish to sleep.” You try your best to control your tone. Hoping he’ll not question you further.

Instead he walks over. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Now directly across from where you sit on the floor. Your eyes stay trained on his leather boots. Dirt cakes them from days of travel.

“You will sleep when you have bathed, which I am sure you have not. You have one more chance to go and bathe. Or else I’ll do it myself.” His words leave no room for argument. The threat sends a shiver up your spine. A shiver you aren’t certain is discomfort.

But you won’t do it. You won’t bathe and your choice is final. You feel almost childish about your decision. Like a toddler throwing a tantrum. In other circumstances the idea of taking a bath isn’t so dire. Yet here you feel it is.

Days of travel, of being treated like a prisoners, of walking on eggshells around these Viking men. They’ve made you tired, frustrated, tense. Your back aches and it’s not something you wish to confront. You’ve decided you won’t deal with it. Even Uhtred of Bebbanburg can’t make you bathe. You are quite certain he can’t.

“I will not Uhtred. I refuse,” you tell him, eyes still on the floor. “You May go and bathe, I will sleep.”

The sigh that leaves his lips is almost a groan. He leans forward to rest his arms on his knees. Bringing his face closer to your level.

“You are my seer now, that much I’ve come to believe. If I am your master than you are to listen to me, are you not?” He questions, eyebrow raised.

“No. I do not listen to you Uhtred,” you become defensive, trying to distract him from your current predicament. “Do not pretend to care of our bond, when you’ve kept me bound for the last few days.”

It takes a minute for Uhtred to smile, a smile that does not reach his eyes. “You will bathe tonight witch. You decide if you do it yourself or not.”

His words are final.

Yet you feel differently. A streak of defiance, disobedience, of brattiness perhaps, shoots through you.

He stays in his position as he watches you get up. A second after you make a dash for the door he follows after you. Chasing behind you before wrapping his arms around you. He picks you up and puts you over his shoulder.

You thrash wildly in his hold. More so than you have before. He’s surprised you have so much fight in you. He greatly dwarfs you in size and strength. That much he’s come to appreciate.

“Stop fighting witch or I’ll punish your disobedience.” He all but snarls out to you.

His words do the opposite. Their desired affect failing as your eyes widen and continue your fighting. Your thrashing becomes more frenzied, bending and arching manically to try and loosen his grip.

He pulls you off of his shoulder, as he sits on the edge of the bed. Pulling you over his knees.

“Stop your fighting witch. Take a bath, then we can sleep.”

You breathe heavy breaths as you work up the energy to start thrashing. It’s difficult from your position. You lay over his legs, hands held by one of his own, binding them together like a cuff. One of his legs pins your own down.

Nevertheless you try to start and jerk around. A slap on your dress covered rear halts your movements for a moment. Before you start wailing and kicking, trying to get him off.

In return Uhtred lays down more slaps. He didn’t think the night would turn this way. The thought of spanking you hadn’t crossed his mind before tonight. At least it hadn’t surfaced from his subconscious mind before tonight.

With the women he’d laid with it was often simple. It was sweet, loving even. That was with Saxon women. With Dane’s it became a battle for dominance. One he enjoyed playing. Yet there was no promise of submission from either party.

Here he wanted to see if he could bring you out of yourself. To bring you to a state you could trust another. Trust him. He’d seen the way your shoulders slumped, how heavy they looked. How stress weighed on them like metal amour.

For the first time since he’d met you he saw your shoulders finally relax. Your whole body relaxed. Or maybe it was just limp. The tiredness from the past few days now bleeding out of you as you lay over his knee. Taking spank after spank. Crying loudly.

From your cries it would seem like his spanks hurt like burns, like the worse kind of pain. In actuality, a tight string inside you felt like it had broken. All your hurt and all your worries came rushing past the now open barrier for the second time today. This time you felt it empty your supply more. You felt your problems wash away and your body loosen.

You felt your mind go blank as you moved to a higher place. One where you didn’t need to worry about your parents, or Freya, or Steffen. You only needed to think about one thing. Uhtred.

You felt thankful his spanks stayed on your rear. He never hit further up. Never striking your back and the horrible welts and cuts that littered it.

His punishment didn’t feel like a punishment in comparison to what Steffen had given you. More of a light correction.

You felt your will to disobey weaken. Your fire put out and your desire to fight him off float away. More strangely you felt your bond to Uhtred strengthen in a way. You felt vulnerable.

He’d stopped his slaps a few moments ago but you reminded over his knee, crying hard. He pulled you up gently and sat you to straddle him. Embracing you loosely around your lower back.

When you had calmed considerably he spoke, “I did not wish to do that. But believe me when I say I will do it again. I know now you speak truth and you are to stay with us a long time. I need you to listen to me so that I can protect you.”

You consider his words. Protect you? You found yourself comparing him to Steffen. A man who roughly demanded your support and loyalty. Through means of violence and torture. Now Uhtred was your master. A man who has done nothing near to the damage Steffen had caused. A man who was respected by his followers.

You wondered what had made Uhtred so sure of you. You had lied today. You had left and met Freya, when he specifically asked you not to. Yet he chose now to believe you. Believe you were fated to him. Destined to be his seer. Destined to be his.

He picks you up and holds you easily around his waist, so you rest at his side on his hip. He walks slowly to the bathroom, watching you for any signs of struggle. He is slightly astonished to see you holding to him tightly, your head buried in his neck.

You enjoy the closeness. If this man was your future you would enjoy it for however long it would last. If he really did trust you, maybe you could start to trust him too.

He places you softly on the floor while he sticks his hand in the water. Finding the water to still be warm.

“Undress little witch, you still need to bathe.” His words are gentle. A great contrast to his large figure and sometimes violent nature.

You shake your head and he readies his hand to spank you again. But he finds your eyes glazed as you look away from him.

“Uhtred I can’t. It will hurt me too much.”

If the mood was different he might make some sort of joke about you befriending the dirt under your nails and how you were now saddened to see it gone. Something about the empty look in your eyes tells him your words carry more weight.

He reaches out to hold you chin up, meeting his eyes. “Whatever hurts you, I will do my best to fix.” He tells you honestly. Fate has made you his and he intends to keep you as well as he possibly can. To take care of you with all he has.

You sigh. With shaking hands you start to pull your dress up, while avoiding eye contact with him as you do. Mind going blank as you feel his hands help to pull it over your head your head.

The fabric falls in a pile out of his hands and on to the floor. His eyes widen as he stares, mouth agape, thoughts racing.

Your body is as frail as he suspected. Your ribs tight against your skin. He sees dark bruises along your body. On your legs and arms, spread in an array on your torso. Your skin is particularly sore around your wrists and ankles. The injuries looking similar to those made by shackles. He thinks about how they’d bound you with rope in these places repeatedly, and how much it must have hurt you.

He says nothing as he walks around you. Wanting to see if your back had remained untouched unlike your front.

He felt his stomach fall as he saw the cuts and bruises that lay here. Still dark in colour showing the age and force which made them. They act as a background for the lashes. Lashes made by a whip no doubt. The sight takes him back to his time as a slave, he himself being beaten with a whip. The pain was sharp, awful and searing. But any action after that would magnified it. As it caused the unsealed wounds to reopen.

His fingers brush lightly over the cuts. Some trying to heal, others still open. The skin that wasn’t cut was caked in dirt. It made sense if you’d travelled without rest to Uhtred. He doubted the man responsible for your wounds would take the time to clean you afterwards.

“I will call for a healer little witch,” he moves to stand in front of you. “First you bathe, your wounds will become infected if left in this state.”

He guides you over to the tub. Your naked form now feeling the cold of the room. You take a breath before stepping over into the tub.

The warm water does feel soothing against your legs. Any wounds below your knee are small and minor compared to your back. It relaxes your muscles and warms your bones.

You hesitate as you go to sit in the water. Feeling anxious again at the thought of the pain.

“It will be okay little witch. The pain will pass.”

Sighing, you move to sit. It reaches you immediately. Waves of pain that had the power to bring you to your knees, crashed against your being. Your face contorts and you hold you breath as not to scream. It feels as if salt has been applied to your cuts. The water rubbing it in deeper.

Slowly the pain retreats, becomes dull and calmer. It hurts, but becomes easier to bare. Although your breathes remain ragged and laboured. You move your body so you sit lower in the water. Now it comes to just below your collarbones.

“I will leave you to bathe.” His words short he tried to take his leave.

Your hand reaches out, grabbing for him. You don’t want him to leave. Maybe it’s because his company brings a kind of completeness to your life. Or you’re feeling vulnerable from sharing so much with this man.

“Please stay. I don’t want to be alone. Take your bath.” Your voice is small yet it fills the room. You feel bad that the water will soon go cold and Uhtred will be left to bathe in the cold water. Uhtred says nothing, quietly contemplating what to do.

He nods finally, starting to disrobe. He watches you for any reaction and is surprised when he sees you looking away.

You focus on the grey stone bricks on the wall. All different size, stuck together with cement. There are no windows in the room. The only light is from candles placed sporadically around the room. Most likely lit by the owner of the inn.

Tentatively, Uhtred steps into the bath. Lowering himself until he’s able to sit, his lower half submerged in the warm water.

He says nothing as he watches you. You curl away from him, arms wrapped around your chest, shoulders tense with unease. You sit huddled to the opposite side of the tub. Trying to both give him space and build back your walls.

The tub is only so big. With Uhtred stature it’s hard to angle yourself away from him. You aren’t sure exactly why you are doing it. From the interval of asking Uhtred to stay and now sitting in the bath with him, you started to feel embarrassed.

Embarrassed he had seen you so vulnerable. Embarrassed he was sat with you in the bath. Embarrassed that he’d spanked you moments ago.

“Come closer witch. I do not bite.” He tells you. Widening his legs and positioning himself against the wall of the tub.

You make no move to get closer, causing him to sigh. He feels as if your relationship has changed. Whether you feel it too, he cannot say. But he can sense your guard had lowered. He feels as though it had given the two of you have a chance to connect.

Slowly you move back towards Uhtred. Wadding through the water until you make contact with his front. He raises his arms to lean on the edges of the tub, caging you in. Yet you don’t feel trapped.

You lean back against his chest, letting out a deep breath pass your lips. With it the last of your tensions. You match your breathing to his own. Letting your chest rise with his and fall with his.

Slowly Uhtred moves his fingers. The tips lightly dance over your arms. Tracing from the tops of your shoulders to the ends of your fingers. At first it makes you shiver, ticklish even. Yet after a few stokes it becomes extremely comforting.

“Thank you,” you whisper out. “For staying with me.”

He lets out a hum almost, one of agreement. Not pausing his movements.

“I want to know more about you. To say you are my Seer I know very little.” He murmurs in your eye.

You shift slightly, trying to move to face Uhtred. You struggle to use your arms to lift your weight. After seeing you struggle Uhtred shift you himself, so that you sit across his lap, almost cradled under his neck.

“What do you want to know?”

“Hmm,” his eyes glint, a playful look in them. “You could start with your name?”

“Y/N”

“How long have you had visions of me?”

“Since I was a teenager.”

“Why have you been sent to me?”

You pause for a while. Needing to think about your answer. You look up to his eyes. You see the shades of blue that litter his eyes, all blending into one. Previously you’d thought they were light blue like the sky. Now you think they’re dark blue, more like the ocean.

“In truth I do not know Uhtred. All I know is that fate has brought me to you. I belong to you. I am your gift from fate.” You tell him in earnest. Hoping he can see the sincerity in your eyes.

It feels as though his head had gotten closer to your own. His breath fans your face. His lips draw close. You’re sure he’s about to kiss you, yet he leaves a gap between the two of you. He waits.

You can’t explain why but you close the gap. Letting your lips connect. The kiss is gentle yet full of passion. You almost feel a spark run down your body at the contact. You place a hand on Uhtred’s chest to steady yourself.

He pulls away first, eyes now full of something more than playfulness. You feel a blush on your cheeks so you look away.

“You still need to be washed Y/N.”

For the next few minutes Uhtred helps you bathe. He washes your hair for you. Taking time to scrub deep in your scalp, along the strands of your hair. He runs his fingers through it to try and detangle some of the knots that have developed there.

With a rag he washes over your arms, legs and works slowly on your torso. You blush as he wipes over your breasts and the rag dips below the water to wipe between your legs.

Finally he uses a sponge to wipe over your back. He works in slow circles as he washes away the dirt embedded in cuts and smeared over skin. Occasionally it causes you to hiss out in pain, which makes him slow down even further.

When he’s satisfied he rises from the bath. Getting out and wrapping a towel around his waist. He picks a towel up to wrap your body in. Again being gentle of your injuries.

You follow him back into the bedroom where you see him start to dress back in his shirt and trousers. You start at him confused.

“I will fetch a healer from the village, you can dress in one of my spare shirts.” He tells you, about to put his shoes on.

You go to retrieve your pot from Freya, handing it to him. Now it’s his turn to looks confused.

“No healer. This salve should work just as well. It’s from a friend.”

He thinks for a moment. The pot looks similar to something a healer would give you and you seem to trust it. He nods his head. Starting to disrobe again.

You reach your hand out to take the pot back from him, but he pulls his hand back and holds it above your head. With one hand on your towel and one hand attempting to stretch in the air, you try to reach it.

“I can do it Uhtred.” You tell him, still trying to get it from him.

“You will not reach your cuts. I will do it. Lay on your front on the bed.”

Your arm drops to your side. Sighing you turn to lay down on the bed. Without being able to see him, you rely on his touch.

His hands move to lower your towel. You can hear the pot of salve open. Then finally the product being rubbed across your back. Along the cuts and welts that lay there. It stings and makes you wince. However you trust Freya and you trust the fact it will help in the long run.

His touch leaves you and you get up. Ready to wrap the towel around you once more.

“Don’t do that. Wear this, it’s looser.” He warns. Passing you his undershirt to wear. True to his words it fits your loosely and doesn’t make contact with your back.

“Let us sleep.” He guides you to lay on the bed. While you do, he blows out the candles around the room. Slowly letting the light drift from the room. When the last candle is out he moves back to the bed, lying down with you.

The heat from his body radiates to you. Warming you from the otherwise cold room. He pulls various furs over the two of you. Pulling you closer to him.

“Goodnight Y/N”. He whispers into your hair.

It’s not long before you’re able to drift off to sleep. Feeling a level of serene that has since been lost to you.

[dirtytransmasc]

little things I noticed in The Last Kingdom that make me smile;

Sihtric and Finan have matching hair beads (they go along the top of the ear)

in the episode 4x8 (around 34:41) Sihtric keeps Osferth standing when he starts to pass out cause Finan got him so drunk. He pats him and tells him to stay awake, and then proceeds to watch him quite closely for the rest of the episode

after the slave ship, Uhtred never makes Finan row again, even during emergencies

Finan is always takes care of Uhtred (feeds him and gives him his cloak when he's sick, checks over his injuries after Edward has him tortured, hugs him and helps him mourn after losing *insert a list of characters Uhtred has lost over the span of the show*

Sihtric treats aethalstan like a little brother. when they were being hunted down, and we're corned by eardwulf, presumably about to die, he hands him a dagger but makes the stereotypical bug brother "I want it back" comment. he pretends to be grouchy with him but protects his life and childhood with his own.

furthermore, when running from eardwulf Sihtric and Finan both hold his hand while they run.

finan treats aethalstan like the child/children he lost (we know prior to the slave ship he was married with children, but we don't know much)

osferth is used to having no one when he first joins the group so he tends to drift away, anticipating being rejected, so the others physically draw him in and show him rather then tell him they love him. particularly finan.

Sihtric always looks to finan when nervous or unsure. they click their weapons before battle so Sihtric knows he has someone to fight for, to live for, to go back to.

it was finan that helped him find his faith, even if Sihtric was a pagan and Finan was a Christian.

Sihtric started having some sort of trauma response to being tied up and Osferth immediately started trying to calm him down despite having to armed men with orders to watch them die or slit their throats if it took to long, standing 5 feet away from them.

Sihtric, Finan, and Osferth are considered "Uhtreds pretty boys"

pyrlig became a priest in attempt to retire, then met Uhtred, and he was forced to throw retirement out the window and hasn't known peace since

the boys loves Hild like a big sister/mom

Uhtred has been shown to form deep connections with his horses

no matter how much osferth grew, he remained the groups baby, and they loved him to peices.

[valeskafics]

"You Found Me" - Modern!Finan x Reader

a/n: a request from my beloved @exitpursuedbyavulcan 🥰❤️

Summary: When you go to get a tattoo of your ex's name covered up by Finan, a friendship forms between the two of you, and soon? It becomes something far deeper.

Word Count: 2,035

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

TW: she/her pronouns, afab reader, profanity, innuendo, mentions of slight pain/discomfort when getting tats, p in v sex, oral f receiving, slight size kink, tummy bulge

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the The Last Kingdom/A Song of Ice and Fire characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️

Finan loves his job, really, he does. Tattooing is one of his greatest joys in life. He’s an artistic guy at heart and he loves helping people decorate their bodies the way they want to. Working with his best friends is an added bonus.

However? Ever since Sihtric and Osferth got girlfriends, both of whom they met through the shop, he can’t help but feel a bit… Isolated. They’re always going off on double dates together, constantly talking about their girlfriends, and meanwhile? He remains catastrophically single. Today, he’s glad he’s working with Uhtred, his fellow single man and the shop owner, as he finishes up tattooing a client. Once they leave, he approaches Uhtred and they begin talking.

“So, how goes your search for a lady?” Uhtred smirks at his friend as he ties his long hair back into a bun.

Finan scoffs, “Terrible. I don’t understand how Osferth managed to get a girlfriend before I did.”

Uhtred hums in acknowledgement, “Well, have you tried putting yourself out there? On dating apps and the like?”

“Yes, and they all turn out to be catfishing,” Finan groans, “Uhtred, I can’t go on like this, I haven’t had sex in nearly eight months! That’s practically a pregnancy’s worth of abstinence!”

“Strange comparison,” Uhtred hears the door chime and glances up, smirking to himself, “Hey, I think your next client is here.”

Finan sighs and turns to see, quite possibly, the cutest girl he’s ever seen in his life. You’re fucking adorable, he thinks, your hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing a baggy hoodie and a pair of skinny jeans. You seem a bit hesitant as you walk up to the counter, speaking in a soft, unsure voice, saying you have an appointment for a tattoo consult. Finan checks you in and immediately leads you to his desk, giving you an awkward smile, one that has Uhtred covering his mouth, barely holding back his laughter at his friend’s expense.

“Well, I guess I need a cover-up,” you say sheepishly, showing him your wrist where the name Æthelred is tattooed, “My ex and I got them when we graduated high school and, you know how it is. Didn’t last and now I’m stuck with this. Sorry.”

Finan nods in understanding, giving you a sympathetic smile, “Don’t apologize, we’ve all been there, sweetheart.”

You feel your cheeks warm slightly at the pet name and ask him, “What do people usually get for cover-ups?”

He opens a binder and begins showing you a few options you have, and chuckles when your eyes are continuously drawn to a tattoo of a wolf, “You like wolves, huh?”

“Wolves are cool,” you mumble, “I’ve always liked them.”

Finan smiles at you, “Alright then, sweetheart, let’s fix you up with a wolf tattoo. It’s going to look amazing on you, I promise on my honor as an Irishman.”

You give him a small smile, “Okay. Yeah, let’s do it.”

“Let me get to work.”

Finan begins sketching out an idea for your cover-up, glancing over at you every so often. You’re sweet and pretty, but you seem so sad. He knows how hard breakups can be, and it sounds like you and this Æthelred guy were together for a long time. He was probably your first serious boyfriend, by the looks of it. Finan can see the dark circles under your eyes, the way you hide your hands in the sleeves of your hoodie. He’s been there, and he wants to help you.

So, when you come back a week later to get the actual tattoo done, he’s all smiles, joking with you and talking. You’re a little more forthcoming than the last time you were there, telling him some funny stories about your friends from the sorority you’re in, laughing at his horrible puns, even mentioning things in passing about your family. He’s. just so easy to talk to, you find, and he makes you want to open up to him.

You end up forming a strange sort of friendship with him. Finan is like the sun, you soon realize, bright and full of life. And being around him, the shrinking violet you became after your breakup blossoms into something far more. You feel your old self start to return, the smiles coming to you easier, the laughter bursting forth from your lips far more often. And when he hugs you, with that bear hug he always goes for, you feel as though your heart is about to burst.

Finan keeps his feelings for you well-hidden at first, no matter how badly he finds himself wanting to lean over and kiss you when you drop him coffee at the tattoo parlor, no matter how badly he wants to pull you into his arms and never let you go when your nose scrunches up laughing at his jokes. You’re everything he’s ever wanted. You’re sweet, you’re funny, and above all? You’re honest, one of the most important qualities he looks for in a partner. But time and again, you’ve mentioned that you’re scared of dating again. Of getting hurt again. And as your friend, he knows he has to respect that.

One day, the two of you sit eating ice cream at the ice cream parlor close to the tattoo shop. And you look so goddamn pretty, he can hardly stand it. You have your hair pulled back off your face, your eyes have this sparkle in them as you gaze at him, eating your treat, and the way you smile at him is practically irresistible. Then, you lean forward and push his hand toward his mouth, causing him to get ice cream in his beard.

You giggle at his shocked expression, “Sorry, sorry! You just looked so out of it! Don’t hate me.”

Finan bursts into laughter, grabbing a napkin, “You’re a right menace, you know that, sweetheart?”

You shrug, “That’s why you love me, isn’t it?”

And it hits him. He does. He loves you.

Fuck.

He gazes at you with that soft, sweet expression on his face that’s so quintessentially Finan before he responds, “I do. Love you, I mean.”

You look at him, feeling your heart pounding in your chest, knowing that he truly means what he’s saying. You smile at him, taking his hand and resting yours on top of it, your thumb stroking his palm.

“I love you too,” you laugh gently, the sound making Finan’s cheeks burn bright red, “You’re… It’s like you brought me back to life, you know? I was so lost after the break up and you found me.”

“I’ll always find you,” Finan promises, “You never have to worry about that, sweetheart.”

That evening, the two of you have one of your usual Friday movie nights, this time watching “Friends With Benefits” followed by “No Strings Attached”, laughing about the fact that it’s Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis in films with the same exact plot but not starring together. Finan seems shy almost, hesitant to make a move. But you know how long both of you have gone without sex, the topic being something you’ve both lamented more than once. And now that you’ve confessed your mutual feelings for each other…

There’s really nothing stopping you.

You pause the movie and lean over, capturing Finan’s lips with your own. Though he’s taken by surprise at first, he immediately returns the kiss, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you onto his lap to straddle him. Your hands move to his hair, nails raking gently across his scalp. Finan moans against your lips, moving to lay you down on the sofa, hovering over you. You smile up at him softly as he removes his shirt before helping you out of your own, eyes widening with desire as you bare your chest to him. He kisses your neck, moving down to one of your breasts, laving attention on your nipple with his tongue before moving to the other, making you gasp out his name in a plea for more.

Finan kisses a trail down your stomach to just below your navel before slowly unbuttoning your jeans, sliding them down your legs. You’re slightly taken by surprise when he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your lace-clad core, his beard tickling your thighs as he moves your panties down, tossing them aside.

“I’m going to make you feel like the queen you are, sweetheart,” he promises before licking a stripe along your pussy, making you whimper his name.

Finan’s tongue moves to your clit, toying with it, and he can tell by the way your body is trembling against his movements that you absolutely love it. He suckles at the sensitive bud, making you throw your head back against the sofa, hand tugging on his hair as he spreads your thighs apart with his hands, not allowing you to close them. Finan’s tongue works you to your peak and then? He begins lapping at your folds, tapping your thigh in a silent demand to keep your eyes on him as he pleasures you. Every movement of his head causes his beard to tickle you again, the sensation adding another dimension to the experience, making you nearly sob as he brings you to your peak again not once, but twice, leaving you a writhing mess beneath him.

“You’re so beautiful, all fucked out like this, sweetheart,” he breathes, moving away to free his cock from the confines of his pants and boxers.

Your eyes go wide at how long and thick he is, already achingly hard for you. You bite your lip, leaning forward and extending your hand to him, but he stops you.

“Tonight is all about you, love,” Finan says, grabbing a condom out of his discarded jean pocket, rolling it on, the movement of his hand alone driving you wild, “There’ll be time for that later.”

You nod as he settles himself between your legs. Finan sheathes himself inside you slowly, careful not to hurt you, but it’s so fucking hard to go slow for him when it’s been so long and your cunt is squeezing him so fucking perfectly. When he bottoms out inside of you, you’ve never felt so full or complete in your life. He’s much bigger than your ex, the biggest you’ve had, and the stretch is deliciously pleasant. Finan begins snapping his hips against yours when you give him a tiny nod, letting out low groans of your name, bending down to kiss your neck as he pounds into you. He kisses your lips, his hands finding yours, holding them tightly in his own as he continues fucking you, no sounds in the room save for those of your soft moans, his murmuring your name almost as though in prayer, and your skin against his.

“Finan,” you whimper, “I’m so close, please…”

Finan nods, his hand moving away from yours to circle your clit, smirking to himself as he admires the bulge in your stomach that protrudes ever so slightly every time he slams into you, “Fuck, sweetheart, you take me so perfectly. Never gonna let you go now that I found you, you know that? Love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, Finan,” you breathe, “I’m so glad you found me, I love you more than words can say…”

He expertly circles your pearl with his fingers, bringing you closer and closer to the edge until he feels you squeezing around him, your walls gripping him like a vice as you cry out his name, your face twisted in pleasure. He reaches his own end soon after, pressing another kiss to your lips before he moans your name.

Finan moves off of you to discard the used condom, coming back with a bottle of water for you, smiling softly, “Was that alright?”

“It was perfect,” you assure him, “A perfect night with my perfect boyfriend.”

“Is that your way of asking me out?” he teases, taking your hand in his, pressing a kiss to the wolf tattoo on your wrist, tracing his finger over it for a moment, “Because if so, I gladly accept.”

“Good,” you pull him into another kiss.

The first of many.

[mommytauriel]

+ · 。~ attractive things finan does.

pairing: Finan x female! reader | genre: fluff | warnings: none that I know of, kissing is mentioned a few times | wc: 822 |

synopsis: an attractive man, does attractive things

request: no

note: I’m slowly trying to get back into my tlk writing, so I thought it would be perfect if I made a finan version of ‘attractive things they do’ comment what character I should do next for this! 🤗

Thank you @dailytlk for letting me use the lovely gif!

always helps you. Even when you don't need help, he is always there to help you. He enjoys knowing that he is making things easier for his love. Whether it's helping you with picking up your arrows when you practice or helping you on your horse, all things that you could easily do yourself. Some would think that he's just really possessive (he is to an extent) but he genuinely finds so much joy in helping you with things. He also likes knowing the fact that he's also just making things easier for you. He just likes taking care of you. No matter what it is, he's always there to help you. Sometimes he does get possessive, but he really just likes it if he's the one helping you and not others.

brags about you. He is very proud to have such a wonderful significant other like you and is not afraid to let others know. He knows that others find you beautiful and would jump for the opportunity to be with you, so sometimes it's to let others know that you are his and to make them jealous (he likes reiling them up, but can you blame him?) but the other times is simply because you make him so happy and he can't stop talking or thinking about you. He mentions you a lot, but when he gets tipsy/drunk that's when he really brags about you to his friends, they don't mind it. They like seeing their friend so happy and in love. Finan is your biggest supporter but sometimes he can get a little carried away but it's okay. You know it's just because he loves you very much.

always finds a way to touch you. I think it's no surprise that Finan is a clingy lover, he just loves having you close…and touching you. In bed the two of you are always touching, he loves cuddling and holding you close to him. He’s not picky on sleeping positions, as long as the two of you are close and he knows you're safe, he’s fine with anything. When you're walking together, he’s holding your hand or has his hand on your lower back, guiding you. When you're standing next to each other, his arm is wrapped around your shoulder or waist. When you're out drinking with your friends he likes to have you close by his side or sitting on his lap, his arm around you. He likes when you lean your head on his shoulder, or hold onto his arm. When you kiss he can’t keep his hands off you, holding your waist, his hands on your cheek, his hands exploring your body even though he has every part of you already memorized. He finds so much comfort in your touch, it reminds him that he’s not alone.

keeps eye contact. Finan is attentive, especially to his significant other. He wants them to know that he is listening/paying attention to them. So whenever you’re talking to him, his eyes are always on you and you can’t help but get flustered under his gaze. He also just loves looking at you, his eyes are always finding you in crowds. He just gets so lost in your eyes, and he can’t help but imagine his future with you. He sees happiness and his future in your eyes. He truly loves you. (He’s quite the romantic tbh) He enjoys flirting with you and watching your reactions, he just finds you so lovely and he loves how reactive you are to him 🤭

enjoys teasing you. Okay so I can see how this can be seen as something that’s not attractive, but with him it’s not like that. Finan doesn’t tease you in a negative way, his teasing doesn’t leave you annoyed and upset. No, his teasing leaves you, flustered and needy. When your doing something like cooking, he likes to hug you from behind and leave kisses on your neck, he doesn’t listen to you when you tell him not to distract you, and just when you give in and turn around to kiss him; he gives you a teasing smile and leaves you to what you were doing. Or when your laying in bed ready to sleep, that’s when finan starts to tease you, soft kisses, small touches…it’s obvious what he’s doing and you try so hard not give in, but of course you do (I mean it’s finan like come on, who wouldn’t)and when you give in, he gives you an innocent smile and a kiss on the forehead, stopping his advances and saying goodnight. And that leaves you flustered and needy. Finan knows you so well that he knows what he can do to get you to that point of giving in, only to stop once you do. He knows what he’s doing and he knows how to do it well, and that’s hot as fuck.

note: hello everyone! I’ve missed you all 🥹 I’m sorry I haven’t been able to post anything for like a month, but like I said in the first note, I am trying to get back into my tlk writings.

I hope everyone has been doing well! And I hope you all enjoyed this! I enjoyed writing this, finan is such a fun character to write for, I love him so much!

I also want to say to the people who have sent in requests! I have seen them! And I do plan on doing them! I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to get them out, I’m not a fast writer 😵‍💫

Please comment and tell me what you think of it, I would love to hear your thoughts.

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[halfmylife]

Sleep Will Not Come

Pairing Finan x Reader

Summary Finan comforts you when you can’t sleep

Warnings none

A/N I just wanted to write a little Finan drabble because I missed writing for him

There had been no escape since you’d gotten home. Even time you’d tried to even shut your eyes, the scene played out again. The battle roared on and the only thing that mattered was him. You’d thought your heart had stopped when you lost sight of him. You thought you might never recover.

Yet even after it all ended and you found your way back to one another, you couldn’t let go of that feeling. It was suffocating. All you wanted to do was breathe again.

It was well into the night when you finally gave in, sweat beading across your forehead and down your neck. You didn’t know what relief you’d find but you couldn’t lie awake all night.

You scooted to the edge of the bed, hoping not to wake Finan beside you who had settled quite quickly. That was not the case. As soon as he heard you adjust yourself, he snapped awake, already alert.

“Hey what’s the matter?” His voice was softer than usual, barely above a whisper as he scurried to your side, his arms instantly bringing you into his side. “Is there something wrong?”

“I cannot sleep, that’s all.” But that wasn’t all. Every time you shut your eyes you were doomed. The dreams that plagued your nights were not dreams at all but horrors.

“Is something bothering you?” You knew he meant well, he always did but how could you even put your dreams into words.

“When I try to sleep, it’s like I’m there, back at the battle.” Your voice was strained and you could not look at him as you spoke. Your fingers trailed over his bare chest as you continued “Except it’s different. Every time I lose you and it wakes me.”

“But you didn’t lose me.” His hand cupped your face as he forced you to look at him.

“I know but just the thought of it…” you trailed off, shaking your head unable to even imagine the feeling, the pain that would cause you. “I don’t know if I can face that.”

“No man is gonna kill me in battle.” He stroked your hair, tucking some stray strands back behind your ear so he could look at you fully. “Not when I have the most beautiful wife fighting beside me.” It was times like these you wondered how you had managed to marry such a wonderful man.

“I don’t know how many battles I have left in me.” You admitted, half defeated. You wanted nothing more than to stay in Cookham with your husband and let the troubles of the world resolve themselves. Would they truly miss two warriors? You could start a family and have a home. What more could you possibly want?

“Neither do I.” He whispered, his thumb rubbing gently across your cheek. “But I know that no matter what, I’ll always be by your side.”

“And I by yours.” You whispered back, eyes searching his. A faint smile crept on his his face as he studied you in the dark.

“C’mere.” He held his arms out enough for you to wriggle into them, nestling your head into his neck as he started to leave kisses in your hair.

In his arms there was no battle, no struggle. Just security. It was just him. That was the only comfort you needed.

“I’m not going anywhere. Not tonight, not ever.” Even though the dread still filled you, you knew that much was true and you wouldn’t let him out of your sight again.

[popcorn1989]

"I'm the real man here"

Note: It wasn't a request

Pairing: Osferth x Finan x Sihtric x F!Reader

Warning: Dirty Talk but otherwise nothing really

Summary: Trapped in a village, the lord doesn't want to let Uhtred and his men go, but strange customs reign in this village. You just wanted a drink.

"I wonder when we can leave," Sihtric asked bored, glaring at some of the lord's soldiers. You laughed, "Then when the lord is done flirting with Uhtred"

Finan laughed, and you hear Osferth, who was walking behind you, chuckle slightly. "I think it will take a while," he said softly. "Yes, I don't know much about it, but cock comparisons usually take time, always for you men"

Finan laughed again "Didn't know you knew that much about it" You looked at your bearded friend and sighed briefly "And I wonder why not just pull down your pants and say mine is thicker and longer, here look"

Now everyone was laughing because a soldier walked past you and looked at you questioningly until his face changed, and he crossed himself.

You stopped and saw the man and spread your hands, "Is that so, or aren't your women allowed to talk about cocks?"

The man shook his head in disgust and walked on, noticing Osferth's body behind you as he spoke over your shoulder, "I don't think a woman is allowed to say anything here at all"

You spit because you didn't know why this village was so far stuck in time. Women had to keep a low profile, men had something to say here. But since you were one of Uhtred's entourage they let you get away with a lot, only once you were hit on by a man who said he would show you where your place is, but he didn't get any further because the boys were guarding you and looked menacing. Since then, you have not been dissuaded from speaking as you saw fit.

"I don't know you that well," Sihtric said now, nudging you and Osferth because you wanted to get drunk. You raised your eyebrows, "How?" you asked, amazed. "So, vulgar, you don't usually talk like that"

"Are those men thinking that women aren't allowed to say that and besides, that's nothing compared to what I could say" - "So?" Finan asked, "How could you talk?"

You clear your throat and shake your head and look at Osferth "If I do that, our baby Monk here will turn pink, and I don't intend to." Finan grinned widely as he saw Osferth look down.

"That's not true," he tried to resist, Sihtric grabbed his shoulders, "Of course not. What happened to that whore the other day?" Sihtric asked him and before Osferth could defend himself again, you asked, puzzled, "There are whores here?" all men shook their heads "I would be surprised"

All four of you, stopped in front of the tavern when you saw the soldiers standing in front of the entrance. "Are they just standing there?" You ask quietly towards Finan and Sihtric, both of whom have narrowed their eyes and are now shaking their heads.

You sigh again, never have you had to sigh so much over a village. "What are they guarding?" - "The ale" came from Osferth "whores?" Finan asked, "Maybe they have something special in there?" Sihtric wondered. You just roll your eyes, none of the guys could help you.

You decide to go up the wooden stairs, and you were escorted by the boys, but as you tried to go in, a guard grabbed your arm. "No women," he just said and pushed you towards the stairs, thanks to Osferth holding you, you don't fly them down.

You pressed your lips together, so you didn't say something nasty, and tried to get between them into the tavern again. Again the man held you tight but didn't let go.

With your free hand you grab your dagger and hold it to his privates, "I'm not a woman" you said and saw the man flinch. You are a warrior, you wanted to say, but somehow the words got stuck in your throat.

The other guard went to help, but Sihtric was faster, standing in front of him, stopping him from hurting you. Finan helped him and Osferth, yes, he tried to stop you, so you wouldn't hurt him.

"She... I mean he looks like a woman but believe me he's not." Osferth cleared his throat when you gave him a disapproving look. "God didn't mean it well with him," he said again and nodded to the man.

Who then nodded slightly, looked at the dagger on his privates and probably thought it would be better to let you go. "I... I have a dick, probably bigger than yours" you said.

The man nodded at your words, and you sheathed the dagger as you walked in with the boys, but suddenly everything went quiet.

The woman serving looked like she had seen a ghost, and the men were hurt in their pride. Again you spread your hands and grab your crotch and scream for everyone to hear

"I have a cock," the men behind you tried not to laugh as you went to the bar, annoyed, the woman grinned slightly.

You nod to the woman as Sihtric put his arm around you. "Now that's what I call a show," he said, kissing your cheek. "Stop it, the men might think you're gay" he giggled and looked around.

Some men probably left the tavern because they didn't want to let a woman ruin their evening. "You know, if my husband looks like you, then I like being gay"

You started smirking when Finan started arguing with the woman, no one heard the flirtation between you and Sihtric, even though some of them knew what was going on between you both.

"I want two jugs," Finan was saying, banging his fist on the table. You put a hand on his and smile sweetly at the woman. Her face changed when she looked from Finan to you, and now she smiled.

"We'd like ale" - "Finally there's a real man here," she responded to your sentence, and you briefly wonder if she meant Sihtric. Osferth didn't speak, he simply folded his arms in front of his chest and watched the spectacle.

"You're cute, and I wonder how it really looks between your legs." Sihtric couldn't hold back his laughter, Finan and Osferth were shocked and had their mouths open.

"I have a huge cock" she ran her hand through her hair and grinned, "And how big is it?" You raised your forearm and had formed a fist, just missing Sithric's face.

"As big as a forearm" you nodded to your raised arm. The men at your side had become quiet. Because the woman was blushing and making beautiful eyes at you.

"Well, if that's the case, then there's finally a real man here." She turned around, and you looked at all three men questioningly, but they just shrugged their shoulders.

She put a whole jug in front of you and a mug, "This is for you, so that I may see your mighty cock" slowly you started to nod "Of course, soon"

Finan wanted to grab the jug, but she slapped his hand, "It's only for real men, and you pay like the other dogs here."

You laughed "Thank you my thoroughbred wife" at that she blushed and then started to smile sheepishly. You turn around and want to go to a table.

But again you looked at the woman, "Tell me, dear woman, may I let him drink from my jug here?" She looked at Osferth urgently. "He's still a virgin," you said a little lower, and she started laughing.

She grabbed a mug and put it on the counter. "The poor man" was all she said, and you saw how Osferth rolled his eyes and took the mug and went with you.

"What about us?" Finan asked and then looked at Sihtric. "You pay like all the other dogs," you said, laughing, and sat down with Osferth at a table that had room for four.

"If you weren't so sweet, I would be angry now" he said when you poured the mug for him. "If you weren't you, Baby Monk, where would we be?" you ask, grinning widely as he ponders your words.

The men came to you both annoyed, Sihtric sat in front of you and Finan in front of Osferth. "As big as a forearm? I'd like to see" Finan said and grinned at you while taking a sip of his ale.

"Nah, if you look, he pulls back," you said and all four of you started laughing out loud, which disturbed the other men in the tavern and made them grumble slightly.

But you didn't bother, you sat together for a long time. When you were deep in conversation, the woman at the tavern gave you a small bowl with dried meat and winked at you.

"The way I love it, you busty miracle" you spoke and made her smile with your words. She looked briefly into your empty jug and took it with her.

"Maybe I should learn from you," Finan said, a little tipsy, the ale here wasn't diluted, and it was very strong, so strong that you were all a little drunk.

Too strong for Osferth, he lay with his head on his arms, which he had placed on the table, and dozed off slightly.

"I'm the real man here, maybe I could teach you a few things" you said jokingly when Sihtric cleared his throat. "Don't say that, I wouldn't resist the temptation" he said and blushed slightly, but maybe it was just the glow of the candle, that stood on the table.

The woman came back, a full jug in hand, she put it down on the table "Don't tell anyone you can drink for free here" she smiled as you, you nodded.

Then she came closer to you and whispered something in your ear, startled you looked at Sihtric who raised his eyebrows. She left, and before she went to the storeroom, she looked back at you one more time and gave you that look.

That face that said so much that she was waiting for you and she was ready for whatever was to come.

You grab Osferth by the shoulders "Time to go" you said to everyone and rudely rouses Osferth from his sleep, you grab your mug and jug and left, surprised the boys did the same.

"So why are we drinking outside now?" Finan asked you when you had gone into the barn with them, and you were now drinking your ale together on the hay.

Osferth snuggled up to you and slept peacefully on. "Because that certain lady wanted me to follow her" Finan started to laugh and then became serious.

"Don't say she wanted to see your forearm length cock?" he said, puzzled. You shake your head and blush slightly. "No"

"What then?" asked your Irish friend. You share your free ale with them as you gulp, "She wanted to see my dominance, how I treat women, and she wanted...she wanted..."

"Make you happy?" Sihtric asked and just raised an eyebrow, slowly you nod. "Uff, who doesn't want that?" he said and quickly emptied his mug, you were so speechless at his words that you only took a sip yourself.

You hope not to see the woman again while you are locked up here. You listened to Finan and Sithric joking about it. But for the first time since you were here, you were speechless.

[finanhasmyheart]

The time when the camp was rided and Finan and Sihtric lost their good imaginary set friend John Dalmeetia :'(

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[viking-chaos]

The Last Kingdom | 3.07