⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
Also this is 18+ ... we acting like grown ups.
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ
𝑼𝒉𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅
“Destiny is all… but you were never part of the plan.”
・This marriage is a strategic alliance. An act to broker peace between two warring factions.
・Even though Uhtred wants this peace, he isn't thrilled about it.
・At first his mindset was to keep you alive, but the more you got to know each other...the more he was in denial:
“I don’t care about her. I just need to make sure she stays alive… for the alliance. That’s all.”
・What started as a simple sword lesson had turned into him pushing you harder than he intended. Wanting you to see the true strength of opponents.
・He didn't want to sugarcoat what war and battles were. (Not that you had been fantasising about them anyway).
・Uhtred thought his lesson was going well until you finally knocked him to the ground.
・For a split second, he was shocked...stunned and then he stared up at you, breathing heavily. And then he smirked.
・Showing indifference, Uhtred trains you to fight. And adorns you with proper fighting gear, a shield and gets a blacksmith to make your very own sword.
・Even in the early stages of your marriage, Uhtred would subconsciously protect you - no matter where you were or what you were doing. E.g., even at the tavern, he never let anyone get too close (his men were like three other bodyguards)
・You were glad for Finan, he became like a brother to you. Always making things lighter, bringing the humour.
・Because you were constantly on the road with the four men. And Uhtred didn't trust anyone else to take care of you.
・But he would never say that...
・Sihtric barely spoke to you, but he held a lot of respect for you.
・Over time, Sihtric becomes one of your fiercest defenders, in battle and in life. Like a quiet shadow, a forcefield ensuring no harm comes to you.
・Osferth; he's your first friend, real friend, although he was a bit awkward. You become the sister he's always wanted. And he becomes that little brother who wants to follow you everywhere and do everything you're doing...
・The truth of Uhtred's feelings comes out during a heated argument. After nearly getting himself killed...again, you accuse him of putting too much at risk to gain Bebbanburg, that he cares too much about gaining that castle back.
・Shocked, ashamed, embarrassed that you would say that. Uhtred's face heats, and what you say is truth. Well, it was truth, until:
"I have spent my whole life fighting for Bebbanburg! But then you came along, and now I’m fighting for something else. For you. Don’t you see that?”
𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖:
“My Heart” uses this one when you have private moments and when he feels vulnerable. I.e., after a battle or during soft, intimate conversations.
“Shieldmaiden” is used in front of his men, showing his pride in you.
“Wife” is both teasing and affectionate, often said when you’re being stubborn.
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
Shared Vision and Purpose
Closed Off (Uhtred) x The Person They Warm Up To (You)
Brave Warrior (Uhtred) x Self-Assured Damsel (You)
Places His Wife Above Everyone
𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆
Home Is Wherever You Are
The Parents Of The Group
Reluctant Allies to Lovers
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈
Kingdom Dance by Alan Menken
Scotland by BBC Scottish Symphony Orchestra
I Had To Do That by James Newton Howard
𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒏
“I didn’t want this, but now? I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
・Your marriage was a political alliance to strengthen ties between Ireland and the Saxons. Finan, as Uhtred’s right hand, was seen as a valuable connection.
・How else could Finan endure this other than with humour?
・As soon as you met him, he was cracking jokes. Sometimes he was funny, other times you were annoyed - because he was constantly making light of ... everything.
・When you called him out on it, he sighed, "I'm sorry lass. It's ah...the only way I know how to cope sometimes."
“She’s alright, I guess. I mean, for someone who can’t keep up in a fight…” (He says this right before throwing himself in front of an arrow meant for you.)
・Day by day, you were slowly opening up to each other. Learning through talking by the fire, on horseback, walking through the forest.
・Soon Finan began to lean close while talking to you, staring into your eyes, moving a piece of hair behind your ear, brushing past you "accidentally", etc.
・Finan was always looking to see if you were okay. Even in a crowded hall, his gaze would flick to you every few moments, but if he was ever caught, he'd smirk and look away.
・Whenever you feel down, Finan doesn't mind making a fool of himself to make you laugh
・If talking doesn't help, he'd happily slip in the mud during training or let Sihtric carry him around bridal style.
・One night, as a joke, you tied a small braid into his hair, saying it makes him look more "noble." He laughed it off but didn't take it out... he wore it for days afterward.
・His feelings are brought to light during a drunken night around the fire. The others were sharing stories about what they fight for; land, honour, family, ... fun.
・Someone asked Finan and as he was about to make a joke, he glanced at you.
・Your face was illuminated by the light of the flames, and it hit him like a punch to the gut.
"Her."
Silence fell. He looked to you who was wide-eyed, "I'll always fight for you."
𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖
“Lass” is his go-to—light, teasing, and affectionate.
“Trouble” slips out when you’re bickering or challenging him (which is often).
“Little One” is playful, his everyday teasing, often when he’s trying to make you laugh.
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
You Fell First, But He Fell Harder
Constant Banter
The Sarcastic Duo That Can Finish Each Other's Insults
Places His Wife Above Everyone
𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆
Height Difference
Bickering and Banter
Timeless Love
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈
Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey
Valerie by the Midnite String Quartet
Happily Ever After by George Fenton
𝑺𝒊𝒉𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄
“You make me feel like I belong… like I'm worth loving.”
・For Sihtric, he was forced to marry you. The King willed it so. It was a cruel decision. the King wanted to somehow split up Uhtred's group - make it harder for them to be connected.
・It didn't turn out how the Monarch intended...the group just kept you with them.
“I don’t care if she notices me. I’m just here to protect her.” (He says while carrying a pouch full of the random trinkets you’ve given him.)
・You were trained by all of them in battle; how to defend, attack, how to do a shield wall etc.
・Spending time with the men was fun; even if Sihtric was silent most of the time.
・Finan always made you laugh, and Osferth made you feel comfortable no matter what the context was.
・In time, you truly thought of Uhtred as your leader. And you too called him 'Lord.'
・Sihtric constantly lingered in the background. He was always nearby, however, he was never imposing. Just ensuring you were safe.
・You were very different to what everyone thought. There was a softness in you. A heart of gold.
・When you became comfortable around Sihtric, you started to give him things.
・Particularly things you found on your journeys. E.g., many many rocks; smooth river stones, shiny pebbles (anything shiny really), beautiful feathers from birds, flowers that have specific meanings etc.
・And he keeps every single item.
・His pockets are completely full.
・Sihtric is constantly staring, but instantly looks away when he's caught. A small blush dusting his cheeks.
・Another thing is his quiet gestures...he'll fix your armor, puts extra supplies on your horse, sharpens your sword without saying a word.
・The love you hold for each other comes out during the aftermath of a brutal fight.
・You were tending to Sihtric's wounds, hands trembling as you stitched a deep cut on his arm.
・Sihtric couldn't help but watch your face, the concetration, the look of concern.
・You were both silent until you uttered, "You...you could have been killed," your voice was soft but full of emotion.
・Sihtric caught your wrist, his blood-stained fingers entwining with yours.
In a voice so wrapped with truth, Sihtric whispered, "I would die for you. Without hesitation. "
・This marriage wasn't duty anymore. Now...it was love.
𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖
“Little Blade” pops up during training sessions or when you sass him.
“Mine” is possessive, intense, and usually slips out during high-stakes moments.
“Angel” when he’s overwhelmed with how much he adores you.
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
Madly In Love (Sihtric) x Ridiculously Oblivious (You)
Sun (You) x Moon (Him)
Always Bringing Them Rocks They Think They Would Like (You) x Keeps The Rocks (Him)
Places His Wife Above Everyone
𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆
Healing and Redemption
Unbreakable Bond
Emotional Intimacy
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈
Me and Your Mama by Childish Gambino
Sex On Fire by Midnite String Quartet
Fire In The Water by Feist
𝑶𝒔𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒉
“You make me brave. Brave enough to be yours.”
・The marriage was to save your life. Many Saxons wanted you dead, but a marriage to a religious Saxon meant you'd be safe.
・Early on in the marriage Osferth would blush at everything you did. From compliments to teasing, he was constantly red-faced.
・But as your time together grew, he started seeking out those moments.
・Even though he’s usually mild-mannered, if anyone speaks poorly of you, Osferth is the first to step up; sword in hand, voice shaking, but unwilling to step down.
・Osferth would give you thoughtful gifts. Small items like a bunch of wildflowers, a smooth stone, etc. But never admitting they’re from him.
“She’s just being friendly. That’s what this is… right?” (As he turns red after you compliment his sword-fighting.)
・Both of you faced your feelings when he thought he lost you.
・It was after a battle; a close one where you all were separated from each other. You were missing for a few hours, and Osferth had been searching unrelentlessly.
・With each moment his panic had risen. His heart beating so fast he thought he might die.
・But he did find you. You were unconscius but alive.
・Osferth cradled you, tears in his eyes while whispering his feelings:
“Please, don’t go. I… I love you. I should have said it before.”
・You stirred at his words, opening your eyes, smiling lightly.
・Blinking slowly, you hummed. Moving to hold onto his arm.
"I love you too."
𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖
“Sweetheart” is his everyday term — filled with gentle love.
“Dearest” slips out when he’s overwhelmed with love — often in moments of shyness or soft confessions.
“Braveheart” is used when he’s overwhelmed by your strength, often after emotional or dangerous moments.
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
He Confessed His Love When Thinking You Were Unconscious
Black Cat (You) x Golden Retriever (Osferth)
Menace To Society (You) x Living Moral Compass (Osferth)
Places His Wife Above Everyone
𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆
Trust and Dependence
Intertwined Destinies
Love Conquers All
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈
Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush
The Train by James Newton Howard
Let The Light In by Lana Del Rey
𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒈𝒈𝒓
“I would follow you to the ends of the earth—because without you, none of this matters.”
・There was constant tension whenever you were around Sigtryggr.
・He rarely spoke to you in the early days of your marriage.
・Seeing it only as a way for him to gain more power
・And in return, your family would be safe - your village, kingdom, would not be harmed by any Dane.
・You kept your own beliefs and wore your traditional family clothes, even though you did not know when you would see your family again.
“She talks too much… but I don’t want her to stop.”
・Watches you when he thinks you aren’t looking.
・His stoic exterior hides it, but he studies you. Including how you smile, how you move, how you speak.
・Sigtryggr knows what your favourite colour is, what you like to do with your time - all because he notices things. And he wants to know more about you.
・He lets you in; allows you to see glimpses of his vulnerable self.
・He shares stories of his past, things he’s done, things he regrets and waits to see if you’ll turn away. You never do.
・And in a world where he controls everything...he lets you make decisions. E.g., about where to travel, what to eat. He values your opinion.
・When both of your feelings were revealed, it was during a difficult situation.
・You had confronted him after a harsh decision in battle. He had executed someone who defied him.
・It shocked you. But ... you understood. Traitors had to be punished, maybe he went a bit far this time but you understood.
・In the comfort and seclusion of your shared bedroom, you spoke your thoughts.
"Don't you think that was a bit ... brutal? I mean, yes he was a ... traitor but you could have done anything else-"
"I know you think I'm a monster," he replies, his voice low. He wasn't facing you, almost as if he wouldn't. Or couldn't.
"A monster?" You replied, shocked.
"Yes! Do you think I wanted this? To be this man?" His words came out like venom.
You soften, and step closer, "No. No, you aren't a monster. Sigtryggr, I have seen the good in you!
His gaze turns to you, utterly and completely. Gently taking a hold of your wrist, voice low and vulnerable: “I’ve done terrible things… but I would burn the world for you.”
・No more pretending. You had the realisation that...he is completely, undeniably yours.
𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖
“Beloved” used during rare, emotionally charged moments e.g., after a battle, during confessions, or when you’re vulnerable together.
“My Flame” is used when there's passionate, heated arguments or intimate moments.
“Little Chaos” he calls you this when you’re being unpredictable or teasing him.
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
Soulmates
"I've done terrible things in the past" (Sig) x "All i care about is who you are in the present" (You)
The Hyperactive (You) x The Unheeded Voice of Reason (Sig)
i mean look at him he is the definition of ˗ˏˋ aloof ´ˎ˗
no but he would actually go above and beyond to win back your good graces
he'd probably do something objectively sweet that ends up making it even worse
like pick you flowers but it's really herbs with medicinal components but they ain't ripe yet and now he ruined them so you get even more angry with him
actions speaks louder than words, he knows, but now finan's afraid to do anything
and so he resorts to good old-fashioned begging
when you've been ignoring him for too long he will literally get down at your feet, holding onto your hands like they're his lifeline (and they are) and plead for your forgiveness
it's difficult to continue being harsh after those glossy, brown eyes blink up at you
osferth
thank the sweet lord baby jesus osferth is so good
no diggity he'll look at you with those puppy dog orbs the moment you snap at him
and he's like extremely careful, hesitating: "you all right, luv?"
and you know if you look at him, you might actually forget what made you mad
so you don't and resume i don't know chopping fucking carrots or some medieval shit
"i'm fine," you hiss, clearly not fine
he's a sniffling lil bitch i just know it
he'll weep cause oh no he did something to upset and he can't live without you
he'll accept your words tho cause he's afraid to poke the bear
and the next time you snap at him he'll try again and it'll go on like that until you accidentally look at that sad baby face and you melt, finally letting him hold you
obviously, he's impossible to stay mad at
sihtric
ugh so attentive it's literally unnerving
sihtric would know the exact moment something in the air shifted
he will quietly try to right his wrongs cause while he's more closed off than the rest of the gang, he's also the biggest simp
he's gonna take his sweet time making it up to you, being annoyingly sweet which quite frankly only upsets you further cause he's making it impossible to stay mad at him
him seeking forgiveness is doing everything for you
he's gonna hold the door for you; do the laundry; cook your favorite foods; tend to the children; get firewood and, water, anything
he becomes so insanely touch-starved when you refuse to give him attention. and frankly you enjoy seeing him like this, all whiny and needy when you go to bed, tucked on your side with your back to him
he wants nothing but to hold you close and have you acknowledge him, but he'd never force you to do anything you didn't want to; however, the thought that you don't want him anymore is too much to keep in his already spiraling mind
"please, my love... talk to me," he pleads softly, his large palm lying open on the space between you.
he's never been one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but for you he will do anything until you forgive him
uhtred
oh my days i love him but i would probably kill this fucker
the second uhtred realizes you're angry with him (which well it's probs very obvious cause you scream at him before storming out) he's just like: "meh, you'll come back."
and you love him, of course you'll come back, but he's still waiting days later and hasn't heart a peep from you
he's so damn frustrating when he's always thinking his charms will draw you back to him, that he can do anything he desires without any regard to how anyone may feel
but when he sees you with another man he gets pissed
like certified missy prissy pissed
you're nothing exclusive but that doesn't mean he wanna see you with anyone else, and he'll try to make you jealous, foolishly thinking that's what you're doing
when in reality you're literally just taking the time to kindly let down another man, having realized you don't want to be with anyone but uhtred
you're not sure whether you're supposed to be angry or hurt, but when you confront him about him making a fool of you for blatantly flirting with another woman in front of all his men, he gets defensive
he'll definitely make the "but you started!"-kinda argument, but when you explain it to him, he wants wants the ground to swallow him
and then the whole "i'm an arse and i don't deserve you" and he'll probably ask you to be his wife cause damn this bitch loves getting married
It’s just a hump, no strings based on this request SMUT 18+: friends with benefits medieval style😅
One time thing based on this request, SMUT 18+ (sihtric x reader x finan) Plot? Never heard of it. Just pure filth and I must say I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. Two handsome warriors and a girl that is brave enough to dream.
We can't do this based on this request, SMUT 18+, fingering, forbidden romance, a pinch of angst at the end, set in S3 on the evening before Sihtric frees the captured Danes and leaves with them. Uhtred and his warriors have returned to your sisters Aethelflaed's estate and despite your efforts to remain in the shadows as you try to catch some glimpses on the captured Danes there is someone who always knows where to find you
The Ring, based on this request, oral (f and m receiving), p in v, loss of virginity, one bed trope with a mix of angst and miscommunication, Traveling with Sihtric is easy, until it isn’t. The handsome Dane would fight a bear for you, but refuses to share a blanket? It all seems clear enough, especially when a delicate silver ring slips from his pouch and you realize his heart must already belong to someone else.
Never Truly Yours, heartbreak, light, not descriptive SMUT, domestic violence implied not described, sweet and protective Sihtric ready to fight for you even when you break his heart
The Taste of You, based on this lovely request. SMUT 18+, oral (f receiving), Sihtric is a sweetheart as always, plot? never heard of it 🙈 pure smut, set in the S2 just before Uhtred's and Ragnar's troops attack Dunholm
Mistake just fluff, a few mild smutty moments but nothing explicit, You didn't meant to fall for him, he never thought he was allowed to want more until one night after yet another battle Sihtric is having nightmares and you just can't pretend any longer that you don't care
Wild Thing – shameless smut with a bit of plot, oral (f receiving), p in v Scouting with Sihtric is a challenge as he seem to constantly question your every step and of course you don't hold back in letting him know how annoying he is and how much you hate him until this one unfortunate (or maybe lucky 😅) night...
Where the Silence Ends – fluff, smut 18+, angst, heartbreak driven by jealousy and fear of not being enough Sihtric decides to break up with reader for her own good without realising what consequences this brings upon her
When the darkness gets too loud – angst, heartbreak, a bit off luff – The reader is a florist in the little town Uthred and his boys are staying at. One day she comes across Sihtric and gifts him a flower, because he's looking rather sad. While it was just a polite gesture of her, Sihtric immediately falls in love. But soon his crush turns into an obsession and he uses all his free time to stalk her and watch her every move.
Letters on Skin – fluffiest fluff just some sweet, tender moments between Sihtric and his wife from their first meeting into later being husband and wife. Pure fluff, a bit of self-doubt and very mild angst, some suggestive moments but nothing more.
I won’t lose you! – Angst, some mild SMUT 18+ based on the prompt "Even at my worst?". The battle is over and Sihtric can't find reader.
Of Sinners, Saints and Fools: An Impossible Love – SMUT 18+ a beautiful lady needs help and Sihtric can't turn a blind eye, not knowing what consequences his act of kindness will bring, as the lady turns out to be king's niece and promised to the church.
Two lonely souls – SMUT 18+ Sihtric is heartbroken when he meets you. The girl he wanted to marry has vanished with all his silver. He just wants to forget and you just want to tease the handsome warrior.
Saved Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 SMUT 18+ Reader is Uhtred’s sister and a skilled healer. She travels with her brother’s men and after the unsuccessful attempt on Uhtred’s life gets curious about the young prisoner, the sole Dane from the group of assailants that is left alive
Lost – Fic request: After Rumcowa is attacked Sihtric searches for his family not knowing what has happened to them.
Prisoner Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 SMUT 18+ – Sihtric and Finan are sent to spy on Bebbanburg, but Sihtric gets distracted by an attractive widow and lands up caught and secured by the guards with no chances of escape.
Kidnapped Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 – Fic request: Sihtric's wife is being taken by Hestan and she gives birth to twins while she is with them. Then Hestan sees Uthred and threatens that he has Sihtrics family, but of course, Sihtric gets his family back.
Princess Part 1 SMUT 18+ – Fic request: could you write something about Sihtric rescuing a princess (Alfred's daughter) and they both falling in love for each other despite the princess is about to marry somebody else.
Good wife Part 2 SMUT 18+ – Five years later Princess returns to Winchester just to discover Sihtric hasn't kept his promise.
Freedom SMUT 18+ – Reader is a childhood friend of Sihtric, whom he liberates from the slavery after the fall of Dunholm. The life has not been easy on her since Sihtric left. It's a heavy and dark fic, mentioning mental illness, violence and attempted suicide.
Braiding hair – Fic request: Can I request a sihtric x reader fic where she doesn’t know how to braid, so sihtric teaches her. and when she’s good enough he lets her braid his hair for battle saying it would bring him luck
Grief – Fic request: can i ask for husband! Sihtric comforting his wife!reader after losing her best friend. and she obviously suffers from grief. she just wants to be held and told it’s okay to grieve and there’s no shame in hiding it
Sickness Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 – Fic request: Season four Sihtric, when the group are passing through the fields during that plague and the river. Reader is the lover of Sihtric and is sick. (..) The reader and Sihtric have what they think are their last moments before she is kidnapped along with Stiorra, Aelswith and Aethelstan...
The Witch Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 – Fic request: I was hoping you could write a one shot of Sihtric x Fem reader. Where the fem is like a healer very similar to Iseult in season 1. But this time reader is patching up our boy Sihtric. The reader is extremally worried for Sihtric.
Bebbanburg – Fic request: (..) Sihtric fic that takes place when they are trying to get Bebbanburg back and they take him and Finan and chain them. While they are chained, Sihtric notices a girl also being chained in a corner and after the battle he rescues her
Traitor SMUT 18+ – you thought you had been prepared for everything as you were sent to spy on Uhtred, until the moment you met a certain Danish warrior
Feeling you Part 1 SMUT, 18+, Part 2, Part 3 SMUT, 18+ – You thought you had left your days as an alehouse whore behind you until a handsome, young Dane crossed your path
You are good SMUT, 18+ – You don't trust Sihtric, but when you start seeing him the way he really is, you just want to be a part of his world
The promise – for his own good you wrung a promise from Sihtric that left your both hearts bleeding - lot of angst and very little comfort
Indelicate proposal SMUT 18+ – an unexpected proposal leads to more unexpected actions as you discover the surprisingly soft core of the young warrior seeking your attention
Little Seer SMUT 18+ (sihtric x reader x finan) – as if being Skade's sister wasn't challenge enough, reader is faced with an impossible choice between two warriors, competing over her heart
Caged bird SMUT 18+ – It had been only a week since the handsome Dane, strength and danger emanating from his every pore, had evaded your secluded life, turning it upside down in the blink of an eye.
Yield to me SMUT 18+ – Fic request: you and Sihtric are sent to Bloodhair's camp to spy, and apparently there is more to discover than the secret plans of the Danes
Dream - Fic request inspired by the The Apparition by Sleep Token – Sihtric plagued by dreams of a woman from his past - angst, longing, some lowkey SMUT 18+ nothing explicit, use of she/her pronouns, happy ending 😉
Destiny is all - SMUT 18+ reading a book turns into a breathtaking adventure
Forever mine - mention of blood, injury, fluff, SMUT 18+ A young Dane awakens something long buried in you, but the truth threatens to shatter your stolen moments. Can love survive built on lies?
Fictober 2024: Broken Bonds, Feeling alive, Good boy, Lord of Dunholm
Dance with me - fluff, SMUT 18+, dancing 😅 It's Eostre – time to celebrate, to feast and honour the returning light after the long winter. And you just want to feel happy and dance...with a certain shy Danish warrior
Where the Heart Returns – SMUT 18+ after Rumcova setting. Sihtric plagued by guilt of leaving his family unprotected hurries to Winchester to make sure they are safe
Only you – SMUT 18+ plot? never heard of it. Sihtric and wife!reader just can't get enough of each other, breeding kink to some extent, pwp
Blood brother – Angst, fluff having lost everything and thinking she's been abandoned by everybody, even her best friend Sihtric, reader on her quest for revenge founds out that life can be full of surprises and that there is always space for hope
Sihtric x female!reader (modern)
Dressing room based on this lovely request, modern!Sihtric, jealousy, banter, a tiny bit of angst and some SMUT 18+ 🤭, flirty Finan causes some disruption in the concerts program as you and Sihtric have to clear a few things
Bebbanburg Boys based on this lovely request, suggestive, cute, fluffy thing with a small cameo from Uhtred & Finan and you would have never guessed - Steapa 🤭The most successful band in the history of Rock 😆 is gone on their world tour and since two weeks you see your furiously hot and sexy boyfriend Sihtric - the lead singer of the band – only on the phone screen 😩
Strangers on the train SMUT 18+ – Fic request: I can imagine Sihtric and reader meeting by chance on a train. It could get fluffy and even hot and smutty.
Library romance – Fic request: May I request a modern Sihtric fic (nothing serious just some fluff) where Sihtric and reader are best friends and madly in love with each other, but afraid of confessing their feelings.
Date Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 – Fic request: I would like to request a full on fluffy modern!Sihtric fic, where he's desperately in love with reader and he takes her on their first date, and does everything he can to impress her
Until the death us parts (Assassin!Sihtric x Templar!reader) SMUT 18+ – Spying on Sihtric is one thing, but when the reader receives the order to eliminate the target, things get complicated.
Two broken pieces (sub!Sihtric x dom!reader) SMUT 18+ – plot? never heard of it, pure smut with some minor good old pole-dancer/whore meeting a successful businessman background story
Reunited Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 – It was supposed to be a short two week trip that turned into five long years apart, just because your best friend couldn't keep her mouth shut
Uhtred x Sihtric x Finan
When Shadows Yield to Light – SMUT 18+ – standing before Uhtred's doors and gathering courage to knock, Sihtric doesn't realise that what awaits him on the other side will change everything he thought he knew about loyalty, desire, and himself
Sihtric x OC
Captive Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 – Sihtric is sent to Heasten’s camp to spy and discovers the Danes have a captive – young Saxon girl he just can’t leave to her fate. My very first fan fic, please bear with me 😅
The Curse (Sihtric x Skade) SMUT 18+, angst – as Uhtred's path crosses with the mighty seer Skade, there is only one way to break the pattern of violence and only one man capable of doing it as the power of love appears stronger than the power of hate
Sigtryggr
Sigtryggr x female!reader (canon)
Open wider based on this request. Warnings: SMUT 18+, practically pwp with a very little plot, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, inappropriate use of religious facility, certain power imbalance at least in the beginning. You volunteer to tend the wounds of the savage warlord who just took over your city. What you expect is a bloodthirsty brute. What you discover is your destiny
Uhtred
Uhtred x female!reader (canon)
Pull my hair based on this request. SMUT 18+, p in v, hair pulling, destiny talk – hey, it's Uhtred, it just had to be, a bit of angst. Reader is a seer who has known Uhtred since he was a kid. As he seeks refuge in Dunholm by his brother Ragnar their paths cross again, stirring memories and almost forgotten passion.
Aldhelm
Aldhelm x female!reader (canon)
We are not doing this standing based on this request. Warnings: none, absolutely none. What kind of warning do you expect for Aldhelm? Too much composure and dignity? In a castle with thin walls and thinner patience, one overheard line sets off a chain of bruised pride, careful distance, and an unexpected confession
Prompt: what revealed to you that he harboured feelings for you
Uhtred:
Lord Uhtred had always been a bit of a smooth criminal with women. He was definitely a man that you would have described as a womaniser from the moment you met him.
From day one it was clear the man lusted after you, his eyes always telling of all the sinful things that danced round his head when he looked at you. He was a very handsy man, touching you at times you had felt unnecessary but you never complained.
That was the telltale sign that alerted you to the shift in your lords feelings for you. He seemed to of stopped touching you all together.
You missed his touch, realising how accustomed you had grown to it now. Uhtred couldn’t help it though. Of course he still lusted after you but now there was more, an overpowering feeling of desire, longing for you to be his woman in life, not just in his bed.
Finan:
The Irishman was possibly one of the kindest, sweetest men you had ever had the pleasure of meeting. The man just seemed to radiate a welcoming comfort that pulled you in almost instantly.
His big brown eyes always seemed to be smiling, which felt odd to say, that eyes could smile but his truly could! You loved his eyes, they were possibly your favourite thing about him. You always paid them extra attention which is probably how you came to know of his feelings for you.
The way his eyes gazed at you when you entered the room or the way they would linger a little longer as you spoke made it all too clear.
Finan had fallen in love with you and although he seemed to do well to conceal it, his eyes betrayed him, yearning for you so deeply when he looked at you, you feared you would drown in the dizzy flustered feeling it gave you every time he looked at you.
Sihtric:
The handsome Dane did well with woman, that was something no one could deny. He seemed to always have women offering him companionship for the night but he always refused them, instead choosing to spend what ever little free time he had with you, the woman that encompassed his mind every second of every day.
That was how it become clear that he had fallen head over heels for you. His friends had picked up on it first, taking note at home he brushed off the women offering him pleasure, it seemed to line up almost to the exact day you had become part of the ragtag gang.
They all teased him for it, you were none the wiser for quite some time until you overheard Finan teasing the Dane for rejecting a beautiful girl who was eager to show her thanks after they had saved her village from a group of heathens. “No wonder your balls are so blue,” Finan laughed, unaware you were in ear shot. “You might as well just pluck them off and hand them to Y/N,” Osferth laughed along, “they seem to belong to her now anyway.” The young monk teased causing your cheeks to flush.
Osferth:
It really was not much of a secret that the young monk harboured feelings for you. He did a piss poor job at trying to hide it in all honesty.
The main thing he did though that outed himself to you was the way he took care of you.
When erecting your tents yours always seemed to be the closest to the fire. Your bowl of stew always being filled to the brim and your bread being the freshest, he would inspect every piece to ensure it!
When night would fall and Sihtric would light a fire to keep you all warm Osferth always reserved you the best seat. He wasn’t even aware he was doing it most of the time but something internally forced the man to care for you in every way he possibly could, as if it were his mission in life.
Sigtryggr:
The long haired Dane was revered for his strategic, stoic, composed nature. Nothing seemed to ruffle his feathers. He had faced off against many enemy’s, the most fierce warriors and he never seemed to lose his cool, a cool that also seemed to translate well with women.
Although it was something his men often indulged in, Sigtryggr had never taken a woman by force, he did not need to! No the handsome Dane was able to tame any women he wanted, leaving them begging for more.
That was until he met you.
Your mere existence in his presence seemed to melt away the smooth exterior the war lord normally wore. His voice, normally calm and encapsulating was a stuttering mess around you. He was a trembling mess when you paid him too much attention, a stumbling Buffoon losing all tact purely because you existed around him.
“Good morning my lord,” you said lacing your voice with as much sultry desire you could muster, knowing the effect it would have on him.
“Y/N,” he Dane immediately becoming flustered. “Morning- yes! It uh,” he cleared his throat trying to regain his composure. “It certainly is.” He said with a look of defeat before offering you a tight lipped smile as you walked away, unable to hide the grin on your lips.
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ADRIAN TEPES
⁜ Blood of Origin (series)
⁜ Ashes to Ashes (series) [ancient roman AU]
⁜ Veritas Aeterna (series) [dark fantasy AU]
⁜ I'll Take Care of You || f!Reader (one-shot)
⁜ Darling Venus || Plus Size f!Reader (one-shot)
⁜ Hidden Matters of the Heart || gn!Reader (one-shot)
CW: MINORS DNI, afab reader, threesome, use of sex pollen trope, dubious consent/cnc (as a result of sex pollen), mentions of injuries, p in v sex, multiple orgasms (female).
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Treating wounds was not the reason why Uhtred had brought you to his side, but it soon became second nature to you. And when you weren't tending to the Dane Slayer himself, you were tending to his men. Never did there seem to be a moment where this group of warriors was without some form of injury for you to treat.
Your home had been a barely there village when Uhtred had taken you into his service. Something you had been entirely used to as a seer and healer. Saxons viewed you as godless, a heathen. Danes, especially those with aspirations beyond their abilities, viewed you as a commodity.
But unlike others you had served, Uhtred treated you as an equal. In his words, you were as essential to his cause as a blade or shield. Where would warriors be without a pair of healing hands?
Usually, you would have a steady supply of herbs and the like to forage. Now, however, travelling was as much a mainstay in your life as anything else. Between camps beside rivers or within the depths of forests, you had learned to adapt to whatever nature offered you.
Today was yet another day where Uhtred was at your door, blood staining his shirt and an attempt at hiding his pain on his face.
"It is becoming pointless for me to look to the gods to see when you will darken this door again," you teased, pointing to the nearby cot before Uhtred had even crossed the threshold.
Battle seemed to find Uhtred more often than it used to. Though he would not admit it, you were half sure he sought it out over it being a mere accident.
"I do not intend to seek out blades to the gut," Uhtred grunted in response, hissing in pain as he awkwardly maneuvered himself to sit.
With a simple shake of your head, you moved to inspect his wound. An angry slice spanned the flesh down his right side. Thankfully, not as severe an injury as the amount of blood and anguish on his face suggested. You busied yourself cleaning away the already drying blood when another figure hovered at your doorway.
Without even a turn, you guessed who it would be.
"You two wish to test my talents today, hmm?"
Sihtric let out a soft chuckle. Your second most frequent visitor. If they and their friends, didn't save so many, you would wonder if they themselves were a test from the gods. But these two in particular were a test you would willing take time and time again. Though you hoped hid your feelings, it was a pleasing change to treat two handsome warriors.
"Apologies, lady…"
You silenced him with a hand, Sihtric was polite as ever, even now. Uhtred's side was clean and it was now the younger Dane's turn for your attentions.
"Sit down, Sihtric."
You could hear him move to the wooden chair you usually sat yourself in when there were no bloodied soldiers to tend to. When you finally looked at him, you could see what looked like the beginnings of a bruised jaw as well as an almost matching slice to his lord. Thankfully, he seemed far less blood stained than Uhtred.
The two men sat patiently as you rifled through your cupboards, searching for the ingredients you would need for your typical pain relieving tea. And then…you hit a snag. Despite being camped in a Mercian forest, you hadn't had the time to forage before the next battle darkened Uhtred's door.
You let out a soft huff, somewhere between frustration and disappointment. The ingredients in your hand would hardly be enough to handle them both, and you weren't about to watch two very stubborn men argue over who got it first.
"Is everything well, lady?" Sihtric asked as Uhtred tried to lean around to see the issue.
You turned to them with a tight smile, "It seems I haven't enough for you both, and before you start, there will be no arguing over who goes first."
Both men opened their mouths to argue, before deciding otherwise. Without another word, they wandered in unison towards the doorway. You already had your satchel slung over your body, a mental list of what you needed and a small dagger hooked to your belt.
Sihtric had already left when Uhtred turned to look at you.
"If you are more than an hour, I will send someone to search for you."
The forests around camp were filled with more than enough plants and herbs. Some for medicinal uses, others used for when you took time to commune with your gods. Your satchel was half full when you wandered towards the riverbank.
You never claimed to know every plant and how it could be used, but you knew enough to be useful. Soon, you were presented with a treasure trove of flora. You recognised most, knowing that the same plant would look different based on how close it grew to water or other plants.
So you didn't think twice when you plucked a handful over seemingly familiar blooms. The deep green leaves and pale petals appearing to be a particular flower that would make your usual herbal teas taste just that much sweeter and more palatable to those in your care.
What you didn't know, was that there were several plants with just that appearance. Not all aided in the art of healing.
Steam rose from the pot as you boiled the water over the fire. The smell of the tea filling your makeshift hut. It smelled no different than usual and you hoped that the floral addition would be as a sweet a flavour as you thought it should be.
Sihtric and Uhtred soon returned, settling into the chairs by the fire as you ladled out two small cups of the tea. Both of them instinctively inhaling the sweeter scent before taking a single large gulp.
"It may be hot, but drink it all as soon as you can and it should ease some of the pains."
Both men nodded, taking the sting of the hot water in order to feel the healing benefits sooner. The life of a warrior came with many risks, painful injuries being one of them. Though even the strongest warrior would find it hard to hide pain from someone who knew them well.
"I'll make sure your wounds are clean," you added, looking at Sihtric first then Uhtred, "Then the tea should start having an effect."
Sihtric was the first to set down and empty cup. You busied yourself immediately with checking the bruised jaw and then moved down to his cut torso. It wasn't as deep as Uhtred's wound, thankfully. A quick clean sufficed while the tea was making its way through his system.
"If it doesn't, or you feel worse, come right back."
With that both men left and you allowed yourself a few moments respite. Mixing your own herbal tea, designed for relaxation over healing.
An hour later, if you had to guess, you were anything but relaxed. Your skin felt clammy and you could feel beads of sweat running down the curve of your back. But that wasn't what was drawing your focus right now.
It was the almost agonising desire that burned in the pit of your stomach. It felt like every movement you made was just stoking the flames and making your body tremble. Your fingers gripped tight onto the fabric of your dress as you sat at the very edge of your bed.
You had to do something. You had heard of plants that could do this. Sending a person's body into overdrive with the feeling of lust and a desperate need for it to be sated. But you had never thought you would be in that position.
With a thud, you lay back onto your bed. You hands already bunching your skirts higher until the cool air hit your sweat soaked flesh. You already knew your own touch wouldn't be enough, but the sensation was almost unbearable.
So a frantic knock on the door was the last thing you wanted.
You hurried to wrap your shawl back around your shoulders, quickly pulling the door open to see one of the younger warriors wide eyed and almost dancing with nerves.
"What is it?" you asked, looking around to see if there was some sort of emergency, do everything in your power to raise a mask of composure when all you wanted to do was peak over and over again.
"It is Sihtric, lady" the young boy hurried through his words, thankfully to panicked to notice your own state.
Shit.
You had flavoured the healing tea with the same flower. A flower that apparently was not what you had believed it to be. Your thoughts were in overdrive. If Sihtric was affected, you were affected, then so was Uhtred.
The cold air was like pinpricks on your skin as you hurried after the boy. Winding through the camp until you saw Sihtric's hut in the distance. But before you got any closer, another young warrior raced up to you.
"Lady!" he called out, almost skidding to a stop before you.
"It is Lord Uhtred, lady…"
You cursed mentally again. For the first time, you had no idea how to fix this other than the obvious. Your home was too far away but maybe you could somehow get Uhtred to Sihtric's hut?
"Bring him to Sihtric's quarters, no questions."
You dismissed the messenger as soon as you arrived at Sihtric's door. You didn't want anyone to see him as you imagined he would be. Both he and Uhtred had drank the tea at least an hour before you had, if not more.
Your skin was on fire, you were just managing to remain upright. You could only imagine how Sihtric and Uhtred were faring. And your suspicions were proved correct when you rounded the corner to where Sihtric usually slept.
The muffled groans greeted you before you saw him. Mixed with curses and pants interjected with the rustle of clothing.
"Sihtric?"
You were answered only with a groan of your name. He was far more worse off than you were right now. Hurried steps took you to kneel beside his bed. His skin was flushed, sweat shone on his face and his body seemed to twitch just at your proximity.
As if on instinct his hand reached out to you. His other, you now realised, was firmly beneath his breeches. You sighed softly, his rough palm barely meeting your cheek before the door behind you swung open.
Thudding footsteps made their way over to you and you somehow knew immediately it was Uhtred. It was like he knew exactly where to find you, stumbling through the door and almost collapsing to his knees at your side.
You were the most coherent of the three of you and only one thought now filled your mind. Whatever was coursing through your veins wanted one thing. The best choice, was to satisfy that need.
You moved to stand, ignoring the way both men seemed to reach out to you as you passed. The lock clicked on the door, this was not a situation that needed any interruptions. You could feel their eyes on you, following every single move you made.
When you made your way back over, Uhtred's hands were the first to find you. Gripping at your skirts and burying his face in the layered fabric with a deep inhale. Just the feeling of his hands pulling at you, the heat of his breath already seeping through the material. You could feel your pulse race just a little faster.
Sihtric groaned your name, reaching out for you again. His hand still hidden beneath his waistband. His back already arching away from the bed below, chasing something he couldn't quite reach.
Both men were driven solely by their needs and desires now, the tea having made its way through their bodies and settling deep in their veins. Only you, it seemed, had any sort of clarity left. You had little idea of how long the effects of the tea would last, what would happen if the needs were not swiftly sated.
Your hand tangled into Uhtred's hair, feeling his low grumble against your side as he rested his head. Your eyes scanned the room. Sihtric's bed was likely big enough for the three of you, if the two men could keep their hands to themselves for more than a second.
Sihtric's fingers grazed down your stomach, trying in vain to pull you closer. Uhtred's hands circled your waist, holding you in place.
"Oh, my sweet boys," you soothed, moving close enough that Sihtric could lay a flat palm against you while Uhtred tried to hold you tighter.
"Shall we…do something about this?"
They both made noises of agreement. But when you didn't immediately move, two broken voices spoke in unison.
"Yes…please."
You somehow extricated yourself from their holds, watching as they both moved to stare at you with hooded eyes. The same eyes watched you with an intensity you were sure might burn through you as you began to strip off layer after layer.
The room was warmer than it had been outside, but your skin continued to prickle with goosebumps as each layer of clothing was removed. It was almost as though you could feel the effects of the tea blooming in your veins every passing second. Or maybe it was the pleasured filled gazes of the two men in front of you that had your body running between hot and cold.
As you stood, left in only the layered necklace that always hung around your neck, you realised both Uhtred and Sihtric were waiting for your next instruction. It was like the effects of the tea had them under your thrall.
"You can undress," you said simply, wandering slowly back towards them both.
Never before had you see them both move so fast. Clothes quickly strewn in their surrounding area. Seeing the soft sheen of sweat on their bodies as inch after inch was revealed. For the first time, you truly felt like you were in control, with two powerful men at your heel.
With slow steps, you returned to them. Both men had stood to strip themselves of their clothing, so now the bed was yours to lounge on. And so you did. Letting the full length of your body be put on show for your soon to be lovers and you could almost feel their gaze roaming every dip and curve on your body.
You positioned yourself at the far side, just enough room around you for both men to join you on the bed. Your hand rested on the pile of furs, patting the empty spot beside you. In perfect sync, Uhtred and Sihtric climbed into the spaces around you. Heat radiated off them, but they again waited for your next instruction.
Your hands reached out, fingers trailing over their burning skin. Both of them instantly shivering under the gentleness of your touch. You could see their hands twitching, aching to touch you in return.
But it was like your skin meeting theirs made the fire in your veins burn even hotter. A simmering need turning into a burning desperation. A small nod of your head was all it took for them. Large hands roaming your body like it was all they needed to survive.
You let yourself lay back, silent permission for the two to move and touch as they please. You simply needed their touch. It was like sparks were being left in their wake, your skin branded with every pass of their fingers.
Sihtric was the first to lean in, pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulders as your hand reached up to tangle in his hair. Uhtred was lower down the bed, shifting to lie on his stomach. Hands spreading your legs with a gentle touch.
His eyes found yours, silently asking for permission to touch you more. Your other hand tangled into his hair, whispering in affirmation. His kisses were as soft against your thighs as Sihtric's were against your neck.
But where you expected Uhtred's mouth to find its way to your core, but roughened fingers began to gently rub against your slick folds. The circles were painfully slow, but it was more than enough to add fuel to your already burning desire.
Sihtric's hand had moved to palm at your breast, his lips soon joining and sucking faint marks into your skin. His other skimming down the length of your body and back again, simply letting you feel the pass of his skin over yours.
What you didn't see, was a look between the two. Though neither knew what was making you all feel like this, you were all desperately chasing the same end. For Uhtred and Sihtric, however, it was simply a choice of who would feel sated first.
Whatever was flowing through each of your veins wasn't going to be sated quickly.
You could hear their low whispers though your focus found it hard to stay on what they were saying.
"Have her first, lord, I am sure we will have all night…" Sihtric's voice vibrated against the flesh of your chest.
Uhtred only hummed in agreement, dragging himself up your body and kneeling between your legs. Piercing eyes on yours as he slowly stroked a hand up and down his length. Your eyes instinctively shifting to watch the tantalisingly slow movement.
"Do you want that, both of us, one after the other?" Uhtred almost growled the words, taking back just a little bit of control as he kneeled over your bare form.
The hand tangled in Sihtric's hair tightened, making the Dane smirk into the crook of your neck.
"Yes…"
It didn't matter who, what or where. All three of you simply craved release in whatever form you could get. Sihtric's hands continued to roam your body, shifting to reach the curve of your hips and thighs. Uhtred groaned low as he lined himself up with your entrance, Sihtric's hand gripping the back of your thigh and lifting your leg back to open you up to the lord even further.
The sweet sounds that slipped from your lips as Uhtred pushed inch by inch inside had a shiver running down both of their spines. Your heat enveloping him so perfectly, Uhtred could have sworn you were built just for him.
It took every ounce of restraint not to set a brutal pace immediately. He wanted to savour this, to burn the feel of you around him on to his skin and mind. Sihtric's lips continued to travel over your body, all while holding you as Uhtred set a steady yet somehow gentle pace.
Your body was already hurtling towards the precipice of pleasure just on the effects of whatever was flowing through your veins, but the dual sensations had your mind spinning. Your hands grabbing wherever you could to keep yourself centred. One hand gripping Sihtric's arm tight while the other tangled into the furs below.
Low grunts left Uhtred, a thin sheen of sweat on his skin, his hair loose and hanging down. Some strands managing to tickle at your bare skin. Sihtric's hand continued to palm at your breast, adding even more stimulation that sent your mind into overdrive.
It was like your bodies were working in tandem, a hive mind of pleasure and desire. Uhtred's pace began to pick up, no longer concerned with savouring the feel of you but propelled solely by primal need.
"Hold her steady," he grunted out, Sihtric knowing immediately the words were directed at him.
His large hand tightened on your thigh, lifting your leg further than you thought it would go. Allowing Uhtred to deepen his thrusts until your eyes rolled back in your head. Sihtric continued to pepper your skin with kisses, alternating between soft nips that added high pitched yelps into your already pleasured gasps and moans.
Uhtred's name was the only thing on your lips as your body began to arch off the bed. A hand moving to pull at Sihtric's hair, your free leg hooked around Uhtred's waist. His own hand holding you tight as his pace turned almost punishing.
Your whole body shaking with the sheer power behind his thrusts. Whatever was fuelling your desires now burned like magma in your veins, fogging your mind to anything except pleasure. Uhtred fared no better, grabbing your other leg from Sihtric's hold to wrap it around him. His hands on your waist, using the leverage to slam his cock into your warmth.
Nothing but the steady sound of skin on skin, the sound of Sihtric's kisses mixing with your chanting moans and Uhtred's low grunts echoed off the walls of the cabin. Likely out to the rest of the camp, but the three of you truly could care less.
Uhtred's hips began to lose their rhythm, focused only on your release and his own. Yours hit first, your body fully arched from the bed as you blindly gripped at your two lovers. Your peak felt so much more intense than you were used to. Every inch of you was on fire as stars played in front of your eyes.
You could feel Uhtred slow, savouring the feeling of his spend painting the warm core of your body. The bed shifted as he rolled to the side, chest heaving as his breath tried to slow down.
"By the gods…" he muttered, a hand running over his face and wiping away the sweat that dripped down his brow.
Sihtric's eyes trailed over your body, desire pulsing in his belly and making his cock twitch against your leg. He needed to experience that euphoria for himself, his body feeling like it was burning from the inside out in sheer anticipation.
Your hand instinctively reached out for him, his lips finding yours as Uhtred rested his head against your shoulder. Sihtric's kiss was slow, ignoring how Uhtred huffed at the loss of contact as he rolled to have you straddled him.
"My turn?" he asked, his voice a low grunt as he fought off the lust in his veins.
His hands settled on your hips, guiding you still pulsing core to slide down onto his waiting member. Your skin still slick from your own release and Uhtred's, a fact Sihtric couldn't have cared less for in this very moment.
Your hands planted on his chest, as his own began to set your rhythm. You were so sensitive, every push and pass of his cock between your folds. Sihtric's entire body tensed to hold himself back, letting you adjust even if his body was desperate for more. Letting you take control of the speed, minute by minute watching pleasure take over your body yet again.
But as your head fell back, nails digging into his chest…he just couldn't hold back any longer. It was like some unseen force drove his body, holding you tight as he planted his feet down onto the bed below. His grip on your hips giving him all the leverage he needed to pound up into your waiting body.
Your eyes fluttered closed, lost in pleasure as you felt another set of hands on your body. Uhtred positioned himself behind you, hands cupping your breasts and letting you rest back against him. Sihtric's pace was a brutal as Uhtred's had been, your body almost limp in his hold as your second release thundered through your body.
Not even Uhtred's hold was enough to keep you upright. Their combined grip stopping you from folding completely as pleasure overtook your body. A whining moan leaving you as Sihtric gave a final thrust into your overstimulated core.
Uhtred kissed over your shoulders and Sihtric rubbed his hands up and down your sides. Slowly, you lay forward, your head buried into Sihtric's neck as Uhtred returned to lie beside you.
The silence was comfortable. The insistent pleasure in your veins slowly dissipating at the tea's effects ebbed away. Sihtric rolled you to lie between them, the heat of the two men making you relax even further.
But a question began to nag at the three of you. What had even caused this? Both men knew you were most likely to know. Your eyes were still closed as you uttered the only explanation you had.
"The tea," you whispered, "it's the only thing that make sense, I…must have picked the wrong plant…"
You could still feel the lingering pleasure in your veins, but it was more like a whisper compared to the scream it had been before. But the accidental plant wouldn't have been enough to make those feelings so intense. Aphrodisiacs, in your limited knowledge of them, could not create feelings that didn't already exist. Whatever had just happened, had laid dormat somewhere in the three of you and simply needed a push.
The two men hummed in agreement, surprising you as they curled into you almost in synchronisation. Their arms sliding across your stomach and caging you between them.
"Plant or not, I believe we all quite enjoyed ourselves," Uhtred smiled, kissing the column of your neck.
Sihtric's lips matched Uhtred's on the opposite side, puntuating his words with soft kisses.
"Hopefully, we can do so again."
You smiled, relaxing fully into the furs below. Your voice barely higher than a whisper as you spoke your combined feelings into the room.
