#skade fan fiction

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Angeeeeee

I'm suffering from terrible cramps at the moment and I just saw your requests are open especially for wlw

can I please have a Skade one where she helps reader with our monthly curse? smut pls I'm begging 🥺

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Bru, my darling, I realise that your monthlies have likely ended by now. But I hope this serves as a comfort the next time Auntie Flo pays you a visit.

Warnings: Time of the month mentions, fingering but not quite, tiddy succin'. Word count: ~1200

Author's note: No gods, no masters, no tag lists. Only scabs community label fics. If you find yourself tempted to slap a label on this, please block me instead.

You groan softly upon waking. The muted sunlight seeping through the canvas of the tent above your head indicates that it’s morning and has been for some time. You clutch at your lower belly with a muffled grunt, silently cursing your body for not allowing you a single waking moment’s peace from the curse of your moon’s blood. It’s your second day of bleeding and though you have tried your best to hide your discomfort from Skade, not wanting to hinder your progress as the two of you travel together, it is becoming more difficult to do so. The dull ache has grown to an insistent nag that plagues your every movement.

You stretch out an arm, surprised when you feel an empty bed roll instead of the warm body you’d expected to be next to you. You sit up slightly, wincing as the heaviness of your lower abdomen protests painfully, and peer through the slither of a gap in the entrance to your shared shelter.

Skade, flaxen hair cascading down her back as she hunches over a small fire, stirs a pot that’s suspended by a tripod of branches.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You call out to her.

She turns to you, before wordlessly moving to fill two wooden cups with the steaming liquid she’s been stirring and ducks into the tent. She hands you one and sits cross legged in front of you.

You sniff at the beverage, wrinkling your nose in distaste at the unappetising earthy scent. “What is this?”

“Nettle tea,” She says simply. “It helps me when I have my moon’s blood.”

You feel your cheeks heat up as she tells you this. She knew. Of course she knew. It was impossible to hide anything from Skade, she was too perceptive.

“I suppose we should start moving again soon, I have wasted half of the morning sleeping.” You say, eager to change the subject.

“We are going to stay here another day,” She tells you. “You need to rest.”

Your eyes widen, guilt blooms heavily within your chest. “That is dangerous…”

“I am dangerous,” She smirks. “No harm will come to us.”

“You cannot do this for me.” You plead, eyes wide. “We must keep moving.”

Skade sighs, rolling her eyes. “Women are afflicted by this because men are too weak willed to endure it, but there is no shame in being in pain. I see your suffering. Accept my help, and drink your tea before it gets cold.”

You smile gratefully at her and lift the cup to your lips, taking a sip. You grimace, the taste is bitterly unpleasant against your tongue. “That is vile,” You cough. “I cannot drink this!”

Skade grins, snatching your tea from you and turns slightly to place both yours and her cups just outside the entrance of the tent. She fixes you with an intense stare when she turns back, her blue eyes bright even in the shade of the canvas roof above you.

“I have another idea,” She begins. “Something that will soothe you.”

“Will you use your power?” You ask curiously, nervousness and excitement prickling at your skin.

She huffs a soft laugh, shifting forward and pushing you back as she hovers over you. “Not the power you’re thinking of. But this remedy is just as ancient.”

You stare up at her, heart fluttering wildly in your chest as the long waves of her golden locks fan around your face like a shroud. Her face is so close to yours that your lips are almost brushing, but when you lean in, she pulls back with a wolfish smile, a silent denial of what you seek.

Her fingertips deftly push up the hem of the rough spun linen of the shirt you wear, dancing delicately across the exposed flesh of your midriff, causing your breath to hitch. She smooths the flat of her palm over your stomach, before bringing it to rest against your lower abdomen, applying gentle pressure.

The warm sensation of it is a relief against the cramps you’ve been suffering. You sigh, allowing your eyes to flutter closed.

“Better?” Skade asks, her breath tickling softling against your cheek.

“Yes.” You whisper quietly, almost afraid that if you speak too loudly the moment will end.

It is then that she allows her lips to meet yours, slow and unhurried. You kiss back, relaxing as every movement serves to ease the tension in your body. You can taste nettle tea, but it is far sweeter upon her lips than it is from the cup.

Skade breaks away, moving to mouth at your neck and collarbones. Her free hand makes quick work of plucking open your shirt buttons, pushing the fabric apart to reveal your breasts to her.

You gasp, arching your back as she latches onto a nipple, swirling her tongue around it. The added sensitivity caused by your blood serves to heighten the sensation, waves of arousal causing you to clench around nothing.

It is then that you feel her hand move from your abdomen, her fingers breaching the waistband of the trousers you wear. You freeze, eyes going wide.

“What are you doing?” You ask in hushed panic.

Skade releases your breast with a wet pop and stares up at you. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” You surprise yourself with how quickly you answer, how certain you sound, how sure you feel.

“Good.” She purrs, eyes darkened by lust. “Then let me do this. It will feel good.”

She moves her attention to the opposite nipple, laving her tongue across it before suckling gently, as her hand continues its downward trajectory. You jolt slightly as you feel her push her fingers across your mound, cupping roughly before pressing down to spread you open. Her middle finger seeks out your bud, circling slowly, and you shiver, whimpering at the way it makes you tense and throb.

Your whimpers increase in cadence, until they are lewd moans as her circles become tighter, faster, more precise. The coil in your gut winds impossibly tight and she kisses you feverishly as she feels you tense up, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as you fall apart, white hot waves of pleasure rippling through you, all the way to your toes.

Skade withdraws her hand once you still, laying on her back beside you, watching you intently as you gasp for breath.

“Better?” She asks with a raise of her eyebrow.

Once you are lucid enough to form a response, you notice that the ache inside you has disappeared almost entirely. You feel boneless in the wake of your peak. “Much.” You breathe.

“It’s a pity that the moon has not seen fit to align us, so that we may suffer this together.” She muses, rolling onto her side and stroking your hair.

“You would want to suffer with me?” You ask, your heart fluttering, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“For as long as the gods allow it.” She tells you, resting her head against your chest.

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Paint Me Like One of Your French Girls

Genre: Fan Fiction (The Last Kingdom) Pairing: N/A Warnings: Mild Suggestion of Sexual Things Rating: G Length: Drabble Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Anon asked for Prompt # 27 Why are you covered in Neon Body Paint? Best Not to ask. from my Pick a Prompt. Uhtred and neon body paint...

How Uhtred had ended up at a rave in the middle of nowhere had been somewhat of a mystery, even to Uhtred. He'd been out for drinks with Sihtric and the last thing he actively remembered was a woman.

Of course it had been a woman.

It was always a woman.

He'd bought her a drink and they had began to chat. She introduced herself as Skade, a few years his junior, but spellbinding never the less.  Her eyes held an allure of mystery and her golden hair like silk, when it slipped through his fingers.

Somewhere in their conversation she had cast her spell and led Uhtred to the deserted warehouse outside of town. Uhtred was no stranger to adventure, boasting that he would try anything once.

The music was loud, bodies everywhere, men and women half dressed. Some over dressed, Uhtred was too drunk to care about the concerning amount of animal ears and tails that were being worn by those around him.

Skade had disappeared, promising to be back. Uhtred gazed in amazement at the lights, feeling the music, and losing his inhibitions. After Skade had left him, things began to get fuzzy.

He could almost remember the music, the crowd, the sweaty half dressed bodies rubbing against him, and even the alcohol. What he couldn't remember is how he'd gotten home or when he had left.

Sitting on the front step, he ran his hand through his hair, picking pieces of confetti from his long brown locks. His clothing had long since vanished, gods only knew where. The neon green hot pants he was wearing were certainly not his. Though they did well to match the neon green and orange body paint that covered his torso...and below.

Keys, phone, and shoes were gone. Somehow he'd managed to keep his wallet.

"Fuck." He groaned, rolling his shoulders and glancing back at the locked front door. Uhtred had pounded on the door for several minutes to no avail.

What were his neighbours thinking? Seeing him sitting on the step looking like this.

Shivering he hung his head. Sihtric had warned him.

"She's poison, if I were you, I'd stay away." He had warned when Uhtred said he was leaving with Skade.

"What a witch." Uhtred snuffled, rubbing his hands on his face.

Obviously his housemates were out or in bed, yet he gathered himself off the step and knocked again. No luck.

It felt like hours before Uhtred saw anybody. Laying back on the step, hand over his eyes to shield them from the morning sun, he sat straight when someone cleared their throat.

"Why are you covered in neon body paint?" Beocca, his brother in law, gave him a chastised glance.

"Best not to ask." Uhtred shrugged.

"A woman?"

"Can you call Finan?"

"He's not here. Which is why I am." Beocca pulled out a spare key. Unlocking the door, he stared down at Uhtred sitting on the step. "The neighbours called him about some...intruder. He couldn't reach you."

"Thank you." Uhtred stood and passed Beocca. In the house safe from prying eyes of the neighbours.

"Oh don't thank me, yet." Beocca snickered. "While you were laying on the deck, I took the liberty of sending Thyra a photo."

Uhtred snarled, his lips curling, and his eyes flashing. "I will kill you."

"We've been through this, if you don't want me shaming you, don't think with your cock." Beocca giggled like a little girl. "Now best wash that off before it sets any longer, and you my want to use some oil to rub it with first. Otherwise it makes too much of a mess."

Staring in disbelief, Uhtred blinked hard. "And what do you know about body paint?"

"Best not to ask." Beocca shook his head, waving to his brother in law, closing the door behind him.

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Skade domming Uhtred’s daughter reader 👀🤭

This is so horrid, I'm so sorry lmao

Warnings: Dead dove, do not eat. Dom/sub dynamics, dubious consent, knife play, tiddy succin', oral (f receiving, duh), orgasm denial, coercion, incestuous voyeurism. Word count: ~1k

“Just let me go, I haven’t done anything!” You plead with the flaxen haired seeress that stands above you.

Skade crouches in front of you, bright blue eyes staring into yours. “I know you haven’t, but I need you or your father will not come. I’ve no intention of hurting you, unless you want me to.”

You try to ignore the way her last few words set your pulse racing, focusing on the soreness of your skin beneath the roughness of the rope that binds your wrists together. “Will you at least cut me free?”

She laughs, though it is humourless. “Do you think me stupid? You will run the moment I loosen your binds.”

“I-I won’t!” You bargain, desperately trying to think of a way to win the witch’s favour. “Whatever it is you want from my father, what if I gave it to you instead? Set me free and I’ll ensure that it is yours.”

Skade’s eyes travel over the length of you, a smirk tugging at her lips. “I want your father to submit to me, to be mine. Will you submit to me?”

You swallow thickly, your mouth running dry at the way she regards you - a cat toying with a mouse. “Wh-what would that mean?” You manage to stammer.

“It means…” She produces a dragger from her sleeve, and for a moment you think she intends to cut your bindings, until she brings the blade downwards in a slash, slicing open the front of your dress, exposing your breasts. You gasp, your eyes widening “...that you’d be mine. Would you like to be mine?”

This woman cannot be in her right mind, exposing you like this, asking you if you’d like to be hers. How does one person belong to another anyway? Was she asking you to be her slave? “I don’t know what you mean!” You protest, hating the way you can feel your nipples pebble against the coolness of the forest air.

“I will help you to understand.” She tells you, gripping your wrists by their bindings and raising them above your head. “Keep these here.”

You do as you’re told, leaning your wrists back against the trunk of the tree you sit against, above your head. You let out a yelp of surprise as Skade leans forward, wrapping her lips around one of your nipples and sucking harshly. It sends a jolt of arousal through your body and your fingers scrabble frantically against the bark of the tree, trying to find purchase, before lowering. “What are you doing?!” You ask nervously, taken aback by how you respond to her touch, uncomfortable that you crave more.

She releases you with a wet pop, roughly grabbing your hands and placing them back where they were. “I said to keep these here. You won’t like it if I have to tell you again.”

You comply with her command, keeping your hands still as she returns her attention back to your chest. You whimper beneath her attention, breath coming in shallow pants as she palms at the soft flesh, flicking her tongue over both peaks.

Just as you feel you are about to lose yourself in the sensation, she stops, eyes boring into you as she looks up. “Will you submit to me, daughter of Uhtred?”

Tears of frustration well up in your eyes as you emit a piteous whine. “I don’t know what you’re asking of me!”

She rolls her eyes. “I need your submission, not your curiosity. Keep your hands where they are.”

You tremble as she moves lower, but do as you’re told, watching in shock as she pushes your dress up around your hips and tugs your smallclothes to the side. “You…you cannot touch me there…” You say weakly, attempting to close your legs.

She pries them back open, before grinning at you. “Oh, but I can…”

You mewl eagerly as she laves the flat of her tongue through your folds, the sensitivity of your body to her touch at odds with the thought in your mind that this is wrong. That thought becomes hazy and far away as Skade begins to circle your bud, sending warmth rippling through your body as you clench around nothing.

You no longer recognise your own voice, the sounds leaving your lips are too needy, too wanton to possibly be you. With every suckle of her lips and lap of her tongue you are dragged closer to the edge of a precipice, and just as you are about to topple over the edge, she stops.

“Submit to me.” She orders huskily. “Give yourself to me.”

“I don’t…I can’t..” You cry despairingly, frustrated at the loss of the sensation she was urging you towards and still not knowing what is being asked of you.

The sting of the slap she delivers to your aching centre causes you to jolt and you squeal at the pleasurable hurt. Skade kitten licks at you, soothing the pain she’s inflicted, slowly dragging you back towards the euphoria you’d experienced moments before.

“Say you’re mine and I’ll continue.” She whispers.

The last of your resolve crumbles, you still don’t know what you are agreeing to, but you don’t care. You’d tell her anything in this moment just to keep her between your thighs.

“Yes!” You sob. “I submit, I’m yours!”

Your legs shake at either side of Skade’s head as she rewards you with several deep licks to your pearl that finally have you falling into oblivion, a chant of “yours, yours, yours” tumbling from your mouth, as you arch against her.

She raises her head, a look of satisfaction lays serenely across her pretty features. “See how easily your daughter submits to me, Uhtred?” She calls out. “Perhaps now you will do the same.”

Your blood runs cold at her words, snapping you out of your blissful haze as you turn your head to meet the horrified stare of your father.

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I’m hereeeeee 😍

Could I please request Skade training/mentoring another seer with sex in the woods?

Thank you ❤️❤️

Hi my Fae Bae! I hope you enjoy this. I had a lot of fun writing it.

Warnings: Mentions of death, minor injury, blink and you'll miss it blood play, oral (f receiving, duh), mention of weapons. Word count: ~1100

“It is no use!” You groan in frustration, throwing the sword to the ground and kicking dirt over the sigils you’d carved into the earth. “I don’t see anything!”

“But you will.” Skade urges. Her fingers card playfully through the ends of your hair. “Destiny brought you to me, you and I will do great things together. I’ve seen it.”

You sigh, taking her hand and pressing soft kisses to her knuckles. Your eyes soften as you stare into the intense blue of hers. “I am not as powerful as you, if I have any power at all…”

Skade grasps you by the front of your cloak, pulling you to her with a smirk. “It was you that removed the Nithstong from the outside of my cell, you that helped to free me, you that plagues my visions.”

She isn’t wrong. Since you had arrived in Alton, Wessex alongside Uhtred’s men and seen the carnage left in Skade’s wake, it was like an invisible string had pulled the two of you together. Her eyes never once left yours as Sihtric bound her wrists together.

It mattered not to you that she had slaughtered the priests, or cursed Uhtred. The coarse language that spilled forth from her lips served only to stoke the fire within you, burning with white hot intensity for her. She claimed to be a seer and you wondered if perhaps it was a bewitchment that caused your heart to race whenever you were in her presence.

Dread gnawed at your gut when you reached Dunholm and Skade was imprisoned. You knew that Brida and the others meant to do her harm, and now that she was a part of your life you were not prepared to be without her.

Come nightfall, you’d carefully lifted the keys from Jackdaw and snuck to her cell. Ripping the goat’s head that had been staked outside it from the ground and tossing it to the side, you’d made short work of unlocking the barred door, pleading with Skade to be quiet as she’d laughed and urged you on.

You had only intended to take her as far as the treeline and then let her go, yet were unable to resist when she’d asked that you come with her. You’d agreed on the condition that she lifted whatever affliction she’d placed upon Uhtred. His state was weakening rapidly and although you were intending to leave the company of him and his men, you had no wish to see him die.

Since then your days had been spent attempting to harness the power that she claimed you possessed, under her watchful guidance. Your nights were spent under the stars, between each other's thighs. Skade was unpredictable and utterly chaotic, but it excited you. You were a moth to her shining light.

It frustrated you how slowly your abilities were developing. You could feel something there, bubbling just beneath the surface, yet it was just beyond your reach. You secretly worried that, given time, Skade would tire of your lack of ability and desert you. When you grew angry at not being able to manifest your visions or get your incantations to take, it came from a place of fear; fear of losing her.

“What if you are wrong about me?” You ask, your brows pinching together in concern.

“I am never wrong.” She tells you confidently, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, which you chase eagerly. “There is a reason I told the men not to gaze upon me in Bloodhair’s camp, it is because the only person worthy of looking upon me is you.”

You gasp as she scratches at your neck, the sharp sting quickly soothed by the lave of her tongue across the broken flesh.

“I can taste your power.” She whispers.

You thread your fingers into her long flaxen hair, kissing her hungrily, backing her up against the trunk of a tree.

She moans, her nimble fingers dancing along your sides as you break away from her mouth to press your lips against her neck and collarbones. Her scent is rich, a mixture of earth and spice which is heady and intoxicating.

You lower yourself to your knees, ignoring the way that the twigs and stones of the woodland floor bite into the flesh of them through your skirt. Carefully, your fingertips push Skade’s dress upwards, pressing soft kisses to every inch of flesh that’s revealed to you as you make your ascent up the path of her legs.

She shivers under your touch, hands clawing at your shoulder blades, and you suck in a shaky breath as you are met with the sight of her cunt, wet and wanting as it always is.

Burying your face between her thighs, you lap at her enthusiastically, delighting in the way she squirms and cries out above you. The taste of her against your tongue is sharp, though not unpleasant. You have tasted stone fruit that isn’t as fine as what’s nestled between this seeress’ legs.

“Your mouth is magic…” She moans out, as you circle her bud precisely with the tip of your tongue, watching her eyes become hooded with lust as her mouth falls open.

Your grip on the tops of her legs tightens, holding her open to you as you alternate between licking stripes through her folds and suckling at her pearl.

Her cries of pleasure increase in cadence and she tenses, trembling slightly. You know she is close, the pink that dusts the apples of her cheeks always seems to signal when she is about to reach her peak.

You focus your attention entirely on the bundle of nerves that sits at the apex of her, and let out a groan of satisfaction when she finally falls apart, tasting the warm wetness of her arousal in your mouth.

You gaze up at her, a pleased smile on your face as you take in her satisfied, blissed out expression. Rising to your feet, you pull her against you, your heart swelling at the way she immediately relaxes into your body.

Your eyebrows raise in surprise when, after a few moments, she produces a blade from her sleeve.

She pulls back from you a little, staring intently at you as she presses the sharpened edge to her palm, and the words she speaks next quell all fears of her ever leaving.

“Bind yourself to me.”

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Coming Forth

Genre: Fan Fiction (Vikings x The Last Kingdom) Pairing: Ubbe/Uhtred/Reader Warnings: N/A  Rating: PG13 Length: Drabble Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Since it’s almost Valentine’s Day...I’ll be away and don’t trust the queue. Thank you @laketaj24 for helping me out :D 

Catch Up Here

"Valentine's Day is coming up." Ubbe mused and to think you thought the sofa had swallowed him hours ago.

"And what of it?" You ask without so much as a glance in his direction.

Valentine's Day was just that, another day. A day where people would fall over themselves, spend money they didn't have, and make absolute fools of them self and claim it was for love.

You were all for love, as long as it wasn't commercialized and presented in a cheesy Hallmark card. Ubbe bringing home flowers and take out any random day of the week was far more romantic. A weekend trip or running you a bath and cleaning the apartment, all more romantic and caring than Valentine's Day.

"Do you have plans in mind?" Ubbe looked over at you, stretched out comfortably, he craned his neck to see you in the arm chair.

"No. You know that I don't like making a big deal about Valentine's."

"Then I guess you don't want to hear what Uhtred and I have been discussing?" He shifted around, getting comfortable and feeling cocky.

Uhtred, here you went again.

Always with Uhtred. It was one thing to allow him the occasional evening in your bed, but to involve him in every detail of your relationship was becoming monotonous. You wouldn't deny enjoying the sex, although Ubbe treating this as if it were now a polygamist relationship was drawing on your nerves.

"Can we have one romantic evening without Bebbanburg showing up?" You roll your eyes at his mention.

A deep rumbling growl expressed Ubbe's amusement to your words. Tilting his head back further, he looked as though his head would snap off his shoulders. "I thought you enjoyed having him in bed?"

"I do." You shifted to get comfortable in your chair. "I don't want this to be a constant third wheel situation. Once or twice is fun, but when it's all the fucking time."

"Fair enough." Ubbe concluded with a slight frown. "I still think you should hear his idea."

"His idea? I thought it was your idea as well?"

"Details." Ubbe dismissed who had decided what part of this little plan, "the important part is that you're the one who benefits."

"Oh, so this is about me?" Ubbe nodded. "Not about Uhtred getting laid and not having to put in the work to find another piece of ass?"

Another laugh rumbled through Ubbe. You were getting fed up and he only had so many days to make this happen, providing you agreed. When Uhtred had came forward with the idea, Ubbe had been very clear that it was up to you. He'd also insisted that Uhtred ask you himself. In fear of losing his balls, Uhtred left the asking to Ubbe.

"Not at all." Ubbe sat up with a grunt. "It's more about Finan getting a piece of work free ass."

"Finan?" You practically shout at him.

Dear sweet all who were Holy.

"Finan?" You repeated. After the last few times you had saw Finan, the man acted as though he wanted nothing to do with you ever again.

"What do you expect, you practically shagged him in front of everybody at Hvit's New Year's party." Ubbe cackled. Damn him.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you inhale deeply.

Finan? Of all people. The only way this could be more awkward was if Ubbe had said Osferth.

Finan was certainly handsome. Strong and built like he'd been carved from stone by a god. His gorgeous, soft eyes and that beard. You'd always had a thing for a good, thick, bushy beard - oh boy did you ever and Ubbe knew it.

Gods, teamed up against you, Ubbe and Uhtred did things that made your toes curl even thinking about it, but now they wanted to invite Finan?

"You don't have to do it." Ubbe approached the subject once more. "If you don't want to, then I will tell them to find somebody else. Margrethe and Skade are pretty loose."

"I...I didn't say no." You protest. "I only need some time to think about it. Tell them I'll think about it, under one condition."

"Anything, my love." a smirk tugged at Ubbe's lips. "Anything you want."

"The next time we bring someone into the bedroom, I get to pick."

A fair compromise, after all, you had a few ideas of things you'd like to try. Besides, why should this be a boy's club entirely? Maybe you were getting sick of being the only woman among these rowdy creatures.

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