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take care || tom holland 

word count: 1.3k+

summary: Tom’s been really over whelmed, over worked and over all exhausted recently so what better than his girlfriend to help take care of him.

warnings: none I think just really fluffy 

a/n: this is really cute, let me know what you think 🥺  also what do we think about the new banner?? 

this is not proofread 

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You could tell Tom had been having a rough couple of weeks. He had just gotten back from filming, and he was just overall run down, drained, and just blatantly exhausted. He was pulling back from social media, sleeping more during the day, and more often than not he was staying with his family, just needing their presence to hopefully bring him back to life.

You hadn’t seen Tom in almost a week, your work schedule being a little busy causing you to work late nights and rely on mainly dry text messages from Tom. You were tired too but you knew that Tom could use a pick me up so after clocking out, you immediately headed to the store, picking out a few things that you knew you help de-stress your boyfriend. You chewed on your lip as you stood outside his apartment door, worried you might be overstepping since you had only been dating for a little under a year. Deciding not to use your key, you took a deep breath before lifting up your fist to the wood, knocking three times before taking a step back to rock back and forth on your heels nervously.

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Uhtred A-Z Nsfw Alphabet

Requested by No one I did it, also @soarocks asked for something with Uhtred,,, hope you don’t mind smut

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Tired and cuddly, Uhtred likes to pull your body against his and wrap his arms around your middle to keep you close to him

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of you is everything, he loves all the parts of you that makes your body your own.

His favorite part of himself is his hands, he can bring down whole armies with them and his sword and bring you to your release as well

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Likes to cum on your stomach or thighs

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you were together he would often imagine you in place of the whore he was fucking

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

V e r y experienced, he’s definitely gotten around and knows his way around a woman’s body

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggy Style

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Uhtred is definitely more serious in the moment unless he is drunk, when he’s drunk he becomes very easily amused

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn’t care about grooming, never seems to have the time. His chest is hairless with a thin patch of hair from his belly button down

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Very intimate, each touch conveys a gentle love no matter how rough the actual actions are

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Only when they march to battle and even then very rarely, it is more to become more clear-headed than the pleasure itself

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Uh does being called King count as a kink?

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere, even in places you could get caught (ahem, the church)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything, seeing you dress/undress, taking care of your children

A stiff breeze could get him going tbh

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Anything that would hurt you, you are his solace from the constant blood and war from serving Alfred and he swore he would keep pain as far away from you as possible

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Definitely prefers receiving but is a master at giving

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He is rough, after a round with him you are littered with hand shaped bruises and love bites

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Absolutely for quickies, if you don’t have time to get to your house then he’ll push you against a wall and take you there

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

There is not much he hasn’t tried but he’s always down to try something new

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

About 2 rounds, without foreplay it can be an hour but he loves dragging it out as long as possible

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He tried rope before, but would much rather just hold your wrists down with his hand

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you, could leave you on the brink for hours before finally giving you what you want

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Quiet grunts and moans in your ear, foreplay has plenty of dirty talk but once he’s inside you he’s quiet

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Has fucked you in the church and almost got you to do it in the throne room (sadly were interrupted by Odda)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

6 in and thicker than three of his fingers

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very high, could be on you with the drop of a hat

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Time warranting 5 minutes

[sirensmojo]

Fluke - Uhtred Of Bebbanburg x Reader

Summary: You’re sold to Uhtred on his way to Bebbanburg you’re described as a Seer with great power. Thus he tried not to, he ends up paying for your freedom.

Warnings: fluff, slight mentions of abuse, confused!Uhtred

Word Count: 1,409

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newlyweds pt 2

PT 1 A/N: smut ;) 

“She is showing, lord.” Finan observed, as my wife approached us. We were sharpening and shining our weapons. “She is.” I smirked.  “Hasn’t been that long since you’ve been married, lord.” Finan smirked.  “I’m a busy man.” I smirked back, sipping my ale.  “Lord,” my wife said, as she approached me. “Your dinner is ready.”  I smiled, breathing her sweet scent as she walked past me.  “He hasn’t had a son in a while.” Sihtric smirked at Finan.  “This is true. Time for another heir!”  My son and daughters, whom I had with Gisela, lived in Wessex with Beocca and Thyra. They have raised them as their own, and are largely resentful towards me, understandably. I practically did abandon them. I pray one day they will understand. 

Later that evening, after my belly was full, I sat at the table in the house, watching her get herself ready for bed. She slipped her dress above her head and her nipples hardened from the contact of the chilly spring evening air. She had grown more beautiful since being with my child. Her hair thicker, breasts fuller, eyes brighter. I walked over to her, her spine to my stomach, my hands going to her belly. “What do you think, my love? Boy or girl?” “I am carrying low. Mother always says that when you carry low, it’s a girl.”  “Have I ever told you how we can tell?” I asked, a smirk spreading across my face.  “Uhtred Ragnarson,” she blushed, turning to me and playfully hitting my chest. “You’re terrible.” She went to get her nightgown, and slid it over her head. “No, really. There’s a way to tell.”  “How?” “Lie down, and give me a strand of your hair.” She looked at me puzzled. “Just try it!”  She pulled a strand of hair, and laid down on the bed. I slid her gold ring I bought for her off of her finger, and tied the ring with the strand of hair. “If it starts to move in circles, we’re having a girl. If it swings from side to side, we’re having a boy.” I smiled at her.  “What do you want?” she asked, stopping my hand before I could dangle the ring above her belly.  I pressed my forehead to hers. “Any child you give me will be a welcome sight. As long as they look like you.” I kissed her nose before dangling the ring over her belly.  “Uhtred, this is silly.” she began to laugh. Just as she began to laugh, the baby began to kick, and the ring moved in frantic circles. She looked at me, surprised. “Uhtred! Uhtred, it’s a girl! I was right!” she laughed, sitting up, straddling me, my face in her hands, and kissing me. When she pulled away, she looked at me seriously and said, “Take your clothes off and lie down.” 

I straddled my husband, after he frantically rid himself of his clothes. He was already aroused, it doesn’t take much. I slid down between his thighs, gently kissing his thighs, hip bones, stomach, anywhere that wasn’t his cock. “Please, don’t torture me.” he groaned, his hand threading through my hair.  I smiled, gently kissing the base of his shaft, my hands fondling his balls. He groaned once more. “Please, sweet girl.” he begged. I ran my tongue up his shaft before kissing the tip, and taking him all down my throat. His jaw dropped at the sudden contact, remaining quiet. “Shit..” he mumbled. I smirked and began working him more with my mouth and hands.  I could feel his body tensing underneath me, and before he could release, I mounted him and rode him until he came undone underneath me, spilling his seed inside of me. 

The next morning I woke up with him beside me, gently snoring. He was not a morning person in the slightest, despite being raised Dane.  I quietly got out of bed and pulled my nightgown up my hips and torso yet again, Uhtred had pushed it down to get close to his baby, to press kisses to my belly and whisper stories to his unborn child.  Uhtred would be a good father. Of that I am sure.  I wanted fruit this morning. Lots of berries and apples. Luckily they were in season.  By the time I returned with them, Uhtred was awake, lying in bed, facing the doorway, his eyes still half closed. “Good morning.” I said softly, walking over to him, pushing some hair out of his eyes. “Good morning, my love.” I cooed, kissing his forehead as he groaned.  “Good morning.” he grumbled.  “Are you ready for the day, my king?” I asked. He smiled and shook his head no. “Well, get ready. Your men are here.” I said, seeing Finan and Sihtric out of the window.

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Protect Her

Summary: you’re Beocca’s secret daughter that he sent away so she would be safe. Beocca receives word that you’re in danger so he sends Uhtred to rescue you. This would take place between seasons one and two. Could have a part 2 if requested.

Pairing: Uhtred x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death and violence, nudity

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Beocca rushed through the halls of the palace in search of Uhtred. He held a scroll in his shaking hand. He went into the garden and saw the heathen sitting on a bench next to Halig and Leofric. 

“Uhtred, there you are!” 

“Father Beocca, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Leofric asked. 

“Uhtred, I have a favor to ask,” Beocca said breathlessly. He shoved the scroll toward him and tried to catch his breath. 

“What is this favor, Beocca? I’ve never seen you so upset,” Uhtred said. 

“My daughter, (Y/N), she’s in danger and I need you to go and retrieve her,” he said. 

“I wasn’t aware that you had a daughter, father,” Halig said. 

“Nor was I,” Uhtred added. 

“She is only a year or two younger than yourself, Uhtred. I fell in love with her mother when I went on a missionary trip and knew that it was best to keep her identity a secret when your uncle came to power. You know how loved ones are used against us and I could not bear to see her harmed. Her mother died in childbirth and her mother’s sister had been caring for her until her passing. She’s been fine on her own but I’ve received word that her village is in danger of being pillaged by the Danes and you’re the only man that I trust to go and make sure she returns safely to me,” he explained. 

“Where is her village?” Uhtred asked. 

“She lives in a village in the north, outside of Dunholm.” 

“That is quite the trip, but for you, Beocca, I will leave first thing in the morning.” Uhtred stood and embraced the trembling priest. Halig went to prepare the horses and get other things ready. 

“Protect her, Uhtred. Please protect her.” 

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[a-skalds-tales]

newlyweds pt 1 || uhtred fanfic

“Another? Another wife? I’m sorry, my lord but the last wife you picked for me did not exactly go so well,” Uhtred told Alfred, frustrated.  “I understand, Uhtred, however this will be of great tactical advantage for us. She is the daughter of a Dane and a Moor.”  “Moor?” Uhtred asked.  “Yes, they are an Islamic group from Sicily.” The king explained. He lowered his head slightly, raising his eyebrows, “She is exotically beautiful.” Uhtred’s ears perked and his heart rate quickened. “How?” “You’ll see. Tomorrow. Please, be clean and presentable when she is presented. Her father is rather particular about those kinds of things.” “Is her father the Dane?” I asked.  “No. Her mother is. Her father is the Moor. He’s a ruler in Sicily. They will be here early.”

I tossed and turned all night, not knowing what this Uhtred Ragnarson would be like. Would he be kind? Would he be violent? Would he be hateful? Have outrageous expectations of me as a wife? What if he was ugly? Sometime after the moon rose I fell asleep, and was awoken by my ladies maid, Aberdeen. “M’lady, it’s time to rise and meet your new husband.” she was almost giddy for me.  I smiled at her. “Yes, it is.” She had my dress laid out for me, the red one that the King of Wessex recommended I wear to a wedding in a church. I wasn’t committed to any church, thankfully. Commitment scares me, largely. Ironic, since I’m getting married today.  I quickly ate some apples, bread and cheese, dressed as Aberdeen helped me with my hair. It’s so long now. “I think he’ll just die when he sees you.” she beamed at me.  “I sure hope so. Growing up in the position I am in, you never expect to be able to marry for love, but I certainly hope that we will have love between us.” I said, tears burning behind my eyes at the thought of being in a loveless marriage.  “I don’t see how he couldn’t just fall in love with you the moment he sees you.” she smiled.  Aberdeen rode with me in the carriage to the church, where father met us at the front. “Come, child. He is waiting for you.” 

I bathed this morning, I was up early. I couldn’t sleep. The heat was overwhelming. And there’s no breeze. I lied in my bed, for the last time by myself. I had finally told myself that I must refrain from venturing outside of my marriage bed this time, to not curse this marriage as I may have the others.  I was dressed in my cleanest clothes, my hair tamed as much as I could get it. “Stand up, straight, son.” Beocca instructed as the doors swung open. In walked the ruler, Jabir, followed by a woman in a red dress with a white lace veil covering her face. My heart began to race.  “Who presents this bride?” Father Beocca asked.  “Her Father, Jabir of Sicily.” her father said, stepping forward, offering his daughter his hand, as she stepped closer to Father Beocca and I. Father Beocca began his portion of the ceremony, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what she could look like underneath the veil.  “In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, you are now husband and wife.” Father Beocca’s voice faded back into my ears. “Lord Uhtred, you may unveil your wife.” My heart raced as I lifted the veil from her face to reveal the most beautiful creature. Dark eyes, olive colored skin, copper colored hair, the right proportion of plump lips, and a small nose. She smiled faintly at me, as I took her hands in mine. 

As my new husband walked us out of the church, my arm looped through his, I couldn’t help but feel my stomach fluttering at the way he had looked at me. He was tall, and broad. Very strong. His eyes were blue, but soft. His hands were rough and calloused, from hard work and battle, no doubt. His hair was long in the middle but shaved on the sides, a true Dane.  We reached his horse, which he helped me up onto, before climbing on behind me. “Forgive me for staring.” he said lowly in my ear as we began to ride off towards his land. “I never thought that I would have such a beautiful wife.” I blushed. “Or I such a handsome husband.”  The ride to his land was short, and he had a nice looking home built. “Welcome home, Lady Ragnarson.” he smiled, his hands on my waist as he helped me down from his horse.  It was simple inside, with need for a few touches to make it feel more homey. “It’ll need a woman’s touch, but nothing I can’t handle.” I smiled at him. “It’s beautiful.”  “I hope this life I provide for you will be satisfactory. I can’t say I’ve been the best husband in the past, but I’d like to do right by you.” “And I by you. Wherever you go, I will be by your side, my lord.” I said as he stepped closer to me, his hands on my waist.  “Please, my name is Uhtred.” he said, pressing his forehead to mine.  He slowly pressed his lips to mine, pulling me closer to him. My arms wrapped around him, as he slowly continued to kiss me, his hands wandering to my arse. When he pulled away, I realized soon we would need supper. “Uhtred, would you be willing to fetch us some meat? For supper? I’d like to prepare a meal for you.”  He smiled down at me. “You really mustn’t go through all that trouble–” “No. I will cook for my husband tonight. Please.”  “I’ll be back.” he said, as he grabbed his bow and arrow. 

She prepared a hearty stew with bread for supper that evening, which she served with ale. It was delicious. “Surely a woman as beautiful as you has been with a man before.” I said, through an ale induced haze.  She blushed and looked down at her hands, folded in her lap. “No, I haven’t.” I looked at her, my haze cut through. “Uh…” “You don’t have to say anything, Uhtred.” she said, taking my cup and plate, and dunking it in the bucket of water she had prepared for dishes.  I came up behind her, pressing my chest against her back. “I’ll be gentle tonight.” 

Uhtred turned me around, holding my face in his hands. “May I take you?” he asked gently, his thumb rubbing over my lips. I nodded.  “But please,” I said, catching his hand before he cupped my breast. “Teach me how to please you properly.”  The next morning I awoke, groggy, and a little sore. The house was chilly, and Uhtred was pressed against me, his bare body warm. He began to stir. “Good morning,” he grumbled, smiling faintly at me. “Do you ever look bad?” he asked, kissing my forehead.  “Yes.” I bit my lip. “Did I satisfy you last evening?”  He pulled me close, and growled, his eyes hazing with lust. “Yes. Yes you did more than satisfy me. I’d like to go again.” When I didn’t respond, his eyes changed to a loving, inquisitive gaze. “Are you hurt?”  “Just a little sore.” “I’ll give you a rest until tonight.” he smiled at me, my cheeks flushing pink. “We’ll go into town later.”

Later on that day, we rode into town. Uhtred wanted to buy apples, cheeses and a fur for me. I was greeted by many women. “Lady Ragnarson, we are so pleased to meet you.” several said to me.  A younger, small one took a great liking to me. She followed me around while the men and nobles congratulated Uhtred on his marriage.  Uhtred approached me with two men. “Lady, this is Finan and Sihtric. They are my men. You can trust them with your life, as I do mine.” I bowed to them. “You protect my husband. For that I owe you my life.”  I smiled at them. “Uhtred, may they come dine with us this evening?” I asked.  He hesitated, but after looking me in the eyes, agreed. “If that is what my wife wishes, then yes. You are more than welcome at our home this evening.” We were riding back to the estate, and he whispered in my ear, in a low, sultry tone, “You could get me to do anything you want when you look at me like that, you know?”  I smirked. “I think I’ll take advantage of that fact, quite often.” 

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under my protection // uhtred ragnarson

request: Hey!! Your righting is amazing! And your right I rarely see Uhtred Ragnarson writings. Maybe you could write a piece where the reader was a slave for Erik and Sigefrid and when they rescued Aethalfled? And maybe a bit of fluff after the battle? Your blog is awesome btw!!

please don’t plagiarize my work!

a/n: i will forever stand by that this show deserves more love. if you haven’t seen it, check it out! it’s on netflix!

word count: 1,252

The fire burned before you. You could feel the heat of it, the flames licking at your skin as you hid yourself behind a wall. Men, Erik and Sigefrid’s men, raged around you, throwing water desperately at the fire that burned their structures down. 

The other women, the other slaves have fled or been killed. One or the other. And somehow, in the midst of it all, you’ve kept your life. The question is how would you get out, escape, with your life? The moment you fled from your hidden position, one of the Dane’s would find you and depending on their mood, they would either just kill you or rape you.

This was your chance at escape, and you planned to do just that. You would not spend a moment longer being these men’s whore, for their pleasure and leisure, unable to speak. Unable to do anything other than serve. You would not allow yourself to be something for their entertainment any further, and if they meant your death, well, you would fight for your freedom to the death.

“Hey!”

You flinch, the whispered-yell causing you to turn. Your eyes widen when you see a man, a man you do not recognize stood just a few feet behind you. Behind him are more, and in the midst, you see Aethelflaed, Erik and Sigefrid’s prized hostage and the daughter of King Alfred. Yet, you do not know who this man is or what he wants.

You take a step back, hitting the wall you’d been hiding behind as you clutch nervously at your torn and dirty dress. Is this how you would die? 

The man takes another step forward, and his eyes never seem to leave your own. His sword, safely clutched in his hand, is lowered and he holds out his other hand before himself. “I do not wish to harm you,” he whispers, “I wish to help.”

You do not know if it’s a trick. You don’t want it to be trick.

Then, seemingly, with a blink of an eye, the man is stood before you. “I am Uhtred,” he introduces, and you’ve heard of his name before. His name as been mentioned many time by Erik and Sigefrid’s men. “I can take you to safety. Away from here, where you will be safe.”

Swallowing thickly, you gain the courage to speak; “why?”

His brows furrow, confusion falling over his features.

“Why would you risk everything, the King’s daughter and her safety, for me? Some slave?” You clarify, nodding as a gesture to the men who you guess are Uhtred’s men. “That is what you’re doing, I presume. Saving the princess of Wessex.”

“It is,” Uhtred nods, “but I also plan to save you.”

“You do not know me.”

“It matters not.”

Body tensing, you glance over your shoulder, at the chaos that ensues. “You can take me to safety? Away from here and… away from these men?”

Without hesitance; “yes.”

You slip your hand into his own, a leap of faith as Uhtred wastes no time on pulling you back to his men. From there, he helps you climb onto his horse, grabbing you from the waist and lifting you upwards. Almost immediately, he clambers on behind you, one arm moving to wrap around your waist while the other grabs the reigns of the horse.

Then, you are off.

And as you make your way through the flurry of men and out into the forest, you can’t help but glance behind yourself, watching as what you considered your prison slowly disappears from sight.

You are saved.

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“She is in here?”

“Hild is taking care of her. As you requested, Lord.”

“Ah.”

You raise your head at the sound of the door squeaking open, meeting the eyes of Hild who smiles encouragingly down at you. Hastily, she finishes wiping the blood that stains your forehead, a few droplets of warm soap water dripping down the side of your head..

Behind her, you see Uhtred followed by another man, a man you’d seen the night you’d been rescued, as Hild straightens out, turning to face Hild. Uhtred smiles at her, and you quickly assess that the two of friends, and by the looks of it, close. You remain sat, hands clasped together on your lap as Hild takes a step forward, wrapping her arms around Uhtred’s shoulders and squeezing tightly.

“She is, uh, well,” you hear Hild whisper to Uhtred, the latter briefly glancing at you. “I’ve done what I can for her.”

Uhtred nods, cupping the girls cheeks in a brief thank you before she walks past him and out of the room. There is a moment of pause before Uhtred turns to the other man, “you may leave, Finan. I will be fine.”

“Of course, Lord.”

Finan bows quickly, grabbing the handle of his sword before making his exit. A sense of discomfort floods you as silence echoes, Uhtred and you the only ones still in the room. He doesn’t say anything as he takes a seat next to you, his shoulder barely touching yours. You keep your gaze remaining on your hands, fiddling with your fingers.

“Are you hungry?” Uhtred speaks, pulling your eyes on his own. “Thirsty?”

“Hild provided me with food and water,” you nod, offering a short, tight-lipped smile his way. As Uhtred nods, turning his gaze ahead of himself once more, you realize that it is your turn to speak. You owe this man a great deal of gratitude. “Thank you,” you whisper, your voice unsure, hesitant. “For, uh, saving me.”

“What would’ve had happened had I not?”

Part of you is aware that Uhtred already knows the answer to his own question. But something about being able to share your pain, discomfort and torture that you’ve endured for longer than you can rightfully remember, warms you. For years you’ve had to keep your mouth shut, because if you did not, you would’ve been killed. 

“Someone would’ve found me,” you nod slowly, glancing back down at your lap. “I might’ve been killed, but most likely one of the men you and your army hadn’t killed, would’ve raped me. Over and over again until I did die. And if by some slim chance I did escape, someone else would’ve found me and done the same.”

“You were a slave to Erik and Sigefrid?”

“Yes.”

Uhtred shuffles closer, and you jump slightly when he sets one of his hands over your own. Your lips part in response, raising your head slowly to meet his eyes once more. There is only warmth in his gaze. “I will never let another man harm you or touch you again. I swear to you, Y/N.”

“I just don’t understand,” you whisper, “why me? Why do you care so much about what happens to me?”

“No one deserves what you’ve endured,” Uhtred assures, squeezing your hand. “But there’s something about you, Y/N. Something I can’t rightfully explain. I-” He pauses, words halting and you watch as his gaze lowers, falling on your lips. Then, with seemingly a blink of the eyes, he’s leaning forwards, pressing his lips against your own.

The kiss is short. Chaste. But so much warmth floods you at a kiss that is meant to be just that, a kiss. 

“You’re under my protection,” Uhtred whispers, clasping your chin gently and pressing his forehead against your own. “I will not let any man touch you unless you want them to.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, swallowing thickly. “Uhtred.”

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Weightless: Uhtred

Author’s Note: This is for the opening ceremony for the Let’s Be Dane hosted by @ceridwenofwales and @whenimaunicorn (The Last Kingdom Fandom!) I am so stoked!!! I freaking love that show! And I am so excited!! I have written for him before in my fic Concubine, but this is not related! While writing several people have said that they were interested! I tagged some forever people and people who said that they were interested! I will be writing regularly for him and the requests for him are open!! 

Warnings: SMUT. NSFW

Prompts:  “I’m the one who deserves an apology.” and “Where are your manners?”

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limits of desire⤳t.h.

chapter one: set the date.

MADE OF HONOR|AU

So, after that photoshoot, I decided to get back on my shit. I’m re-uploading it, editing it and changing a few things. Yes, I’ve posted this fic before but I feel like I’ve grown as a writer and it’s a fic with so much more potential. 

summary: Tom has a new life and he bumps into y/n who definitely isn’t into him. 

pairing: fuckboy!tom holland x reader

warnings: alcohol mention, swearing

word count: 4k

btw I’m afraid I’ll disappoint so tell me what you think

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October 2016.

October is the best time of the year for some people, particularly for students who’re on the verge of trying not to collapse. Cold weather, but not too cold, orange leaves on the floor accentuating the aesthetic we’re all thriving to have, outfits that include the best fashion possible, the basic but seasonal favourite pumpkin lattes, excuses to drink tea just by the window, watching horror movies and blaming them for not being able to sleep.

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some of y'all didnt grow up as the person nobody has a crush on and it really shows

[daglout]

some of yall never have to deal with the constant doubt in your own ability to be loved to the point where you get second hand embarrassment at the idea of someone being in love with you and finding you attractive because you’ve been diagnosed with ugly and cringy your whole life and it really shows

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pinky promises - t.s.h [4]

Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: 99.9% fluff dude Summary: you and tom are best friends, and have been forever, you’re both in love with each other, but are too afraid to admit it A/N: al;sdf omg this is my favorite chapter so far, i cannot wait to hear what you guys think of this!! feedbacks and reblogs are greatly appreciated 💛

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Tom woke up to an empty bed, which wasn’t unusual. However, you had stayed the night, and he couldn’t help but worry that you weren’t still asleep next to him. Checking his phone and looking at the time, he almost decided to go back to sleep, but then realized the smell of breakfast was coming from downstairs, which made his stomach growl. In all honesty, any other weekend morning, he’d probably stay in bed until Margaret came in for morning cuddles and cartoons. It was always his favorite part of the week, to snuggle in bed with his little girl for as long as possible.

Instead, he made his way downstairs to keep his best friend company. He found you at the counter making some coffee and still wearing his shirt and sweatpants that he’d given you the night before - the sight made him smile. A plate filled with pancakes sat on the table, along with eggs and some fresh fruit. Stepping into the room, he crossed his arms over his chest and grinned, “Maybe I should let you stay over more often.”

You jumped in surprise, making Tom chuckle quietly to himself as he crossed the kitchen and sat down at the small table. You shook your head with a laugh and then quirked one of your eyebrows up, “You wish, Holland.” There was a pause before you continued again, “Mags still isn’t up?”

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[jacksbrknheart]

we all wear masks 🕷  masterlist

SUMMARY; Y/N is falling for the friendly neighborhood Spiderman. Unrelated, her and that dork Peter do not get along. 

PAIRING; peter parker x reader / enemies to lovers au

WARNING; swearing, violence, angst, mention of blood, mentions of injuries. 

CHAPTERS;  one 🕸 two 🕸 three 🕸 four 🕸 five 🕸

(”…You know that old saying, “Keep your friends close and make out with your enemies.” - Shae Ross)

MOODBOARDS + PLAYLIST + WATTPAD

[mairights]

sorry to all soft and cute but sneaking into peters hotel room to cuddle during the middle of the night

it’s late when you tiptoe out of your hotel room; past two-thirty, in fact. if you’re caught, you’d probably receive a long lecture you didn’t want, but you weren’t really thinking about that. you just wanted to see your boyfriend.

tentatively, you knock, knowing these doors wouldn’t just allow you entry. it takes a moment, but peter soon opens the door. he looks tired and disheveled.

“wha’s wrong?” he asks, sleepy but concerned. you bite your lip.

“nothing, i just…” you pause for a moment, “i just… wanted to see you.”

“see me?” peter smiles, dragging a hand down the side of his face. “just see me?”

you’re not immune to his grin and find one spreading across your face, too. a little sheepish, you shrug.

“no, i wanted to… cuddle, i guess.”

for a second, peter just stops to look at you, adoration taking shape across his tired, tired features. he takes your hand and leads you into the bedroom.

it’s the same as yours, just with different luggage and clothes strewn about. the bed is, of course, unmade, so peter hastily pushes the blankets back to find a spot. he plops down first and then opens his arms.

“c’mere, pretty girl.”

blushing, you crawl into bed and snuggle close to peter. he pulls the covers over he both of you and then just traces circles with his fingertips in between your shoulder blades. soft kisses are pressed to your forehead.

“why’d you wanna come in here?” he asks seriously. “just missed me or couldn’t sleep?”

you shrug. “both.”

“worried?”

it’s a simple, one-word question, but you hesitate, taking in a breath.

“i guess,” you admit. “just… just don’t want anyone hurt by what’s going on. ‘specially you.”

“and it kept you up?”

“mhm.”

he doesn’t press you for answers beyond that; he just hums in sympathy, kissing you again on the temple. you shut your eyes and press closer to him.

“i love you, y’know?” he murmurs. “‘n i’m gonna keep you safe.”

you smile.

“i love you too. ‘n i know. you always will.”

[theclearblues]

do u ever just sob

[userrekrappeter-deactivated2020]

Skipping Hearts | Peter Parker

Pairing > Peter Parker x Reader

Summary > Peter Parker can’t let you go after he breaks up with you, leading him to following you to make sure you’re safe but you’re too smart

A/N > This is inspired by the scene in Amazing Spiderman 2, maybe it’s too similar to it but I just love it so much I wanted to write it. Enjoy and please leave feedback! Not really proof-read

Warnings > sad peter, sad reader, maybe cursing, kissing

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“Peter, what are you trying to say?” Your eyes were stinging with tears, your heart was heavy and the air circling around you felt as if it was suffocating you. The only thing you could focus on was your boyfriend, everything around him was a blur and you felt dizzy. His eyes were wide, and they held sympathy but unlike any other time he has seen you cry, he wasn’t going to wrap his arms around you and comfort you. No, he was going to break your heart more.

“What I’m saying is that it’s…. It’s too dangerous now, for me to be with you. Every single criminal that escaped The Raft is after me, Y/N! It’s not safe anymore.” Peter’s voice was pleading, he was begging for you to understand where he was coming from. He reached for you slightly, out of habit, and it tore his heart in half when you stumbled backwards in your bedroom. 

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[theclearblues]

this was SO cute !!!!!!

[sunshinesteviee]

the sweater - t.s.h.

✨ a collab with @mcuspidey ✨

Word Count: 2.3k Warnings: fluff!! a tiny bit of nsfw?? but not really.    Summary: a certain sweater makes an appearance during your weekend away with tom A/N: hi guys! lixi and i super excited to share this with you! we started writing it a while ago, when those photos of tom w the orange sweater came out, and just got around to finishing it now. i love love love working with lixi, and i always love how our works turns out. i can’t wait to hear what you guys think!

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Just as the last of the stars were beginning to sparkle above the trees, the embers were glowing as they died in the fire pit. Tom’s arms gave your waist a gentle squeeze as you leaned back into his chest, your arms folding over his. The wool of the oversized sweater he’d stolen from a photoshoot brushed against your skin as you tried to curl up into his lap, shying away from the cold as the flames slowly burned out. Now his warmth was the only thing shielding you from the chill in the air and you leaned your head back against his shoulder as you gazed out across the lake. Feeling his heartbeat against your chest, you couldn’t help but smile.

It had been a perfect weekend so far, away from the everyday life of being the girlfriend of a mega movie star. No flashing lights or red carpet events and you had both agreed to turn your phones off so it really was just you and Tom. The only real interruptions being the bright rays of each new sunrise streaming past the curtains, waking you up every morning and the sunset that brought the moonlight which meant you were getting closer to having to leave. But for now, you decided to push the thoughts away, relaxing in his arms as that same glow of the night sky lit up his beautiful face.

You lean forward just enough to see him perfectly; the imperfect curve of the bridge of his nose, the straight and content line of his lips forming into a tiny smile as you reached your hand up behind his neck to run your fingers through his wind-blown curls. The last of the orange ash and embers were reflecting in his soft brown eyes as he stared back at you, like a gentle fire was now burning inside of him. One of his hands lifted slowly, brushing some loose strands of hair out of your face, “You good, darlin’?”

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[sunshinesteviee]

askadjssf ok hear me out: tom's baby just wanting to be held by him constantly but can't really speak so whenever he's around they just yell 'dada' and then put their little arms up and that's how they communicate they want to be held🥺

i am crying real tears ally thank u

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Connor was a Daddy’s boy through and through. He loved you, of course, but all he ever wanted was to be held by his daddy. You couldn’t blame him though - Tom gave the best cuddles. He followed Tom around wherever he went when he was home, toddling behind him as fast as he could to try to keep up. Just over a year old, Connor was still working on speaking, and couldn’t say much, though he had gotten ‘dada’ and ‘mama’ down, and used that whenever he wanted to be held.

He’d throw his arms up in the air, practically running at Tom as fast his little legs could carry him, “Dada!”

Tom always scooped him up without a second thought, if he had something in his hands, putting it down as soon as Connor shouted his name. He’d pepper kisses across his chubby cheeks and bounce him gently. You took every opportunity you could to take pictures or videos of the two of them together.

One day you decided to visit Tom while he was doing press junkets not far from where you lived. He’d left a week or two ago, going to other countries for press but was finally back for a bit, and you knew that Connor really wanted to see him, so you brought him with you.

When you arrived, Harry let you in and led you to where Tom was doing interviews, currently in the middle of one by himself. Connor didn’t want to be held, insisting on walking, so you held his hand in yours tightly, walking slowly down the hall with him. You knew that Connor would be excited to see Tom, but you didn’t realize just how excited he was.

As soon as he saw his daddy, Connor let out an excited shriek as he dropped your hand and threw his arms in the air, running across the room to Tom, “Dada! Dada! Dada!” You tried to run after him, but didn’t want to run into the frame, so all you could do was grimace as he interrupted the interview.

Tom was unfazed, though, only happy to see his little boy. A huge smile broke out across his face as he quickly scooped the little boy up, pressing a kiss to his head, “Hey, little man! I missed you!”

“Dada!” Connor giggled again, wrapping his arms around Tom’s neck as he hugged him tightly, as if he was never letting his daddy go again. The entire room erupted in a chorus of ‘awwws’ as they watched the scene unfold.

Pressing another kiss to Connor’s cheek he smiled, helping the little boy stand up in his lap, “Can you say hi to everyone, buddy?”

[theclearblues]

i’m all about practicing your craft and learning from your mistakes BUT i’m laughing AT THIS QUOTE FROM A FIC:

“the smell of tomato sauce filled your lungs”

like yes this is me: