#the last kingdom smut

[aemondsbabe]

Love is Patient and Kind

summary: hand holding & dry humping || you aren't ready to take the next step with your monk, luckily for you he has the patience of a saint

pairing: osferth x f!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, dry humping, very fluffy, osferth being cute and understanding and ruining other men for everyone, let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 2.5k

a/n: welcome to day one of 12 days of smuff!! hope y'all enjoy this one! Can be read as part 1 to Wind’s Howling or as a stand alone!

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“Are you sure you do not wish for me to carry that, my lady?” Osferth asks for the millionth time, nodding his head at the basket, laden with various herbs and medicinal plants, in the crook of your elbow. 

For the millionth time, you merely shake your head with a crooked smile. “I wish only for your company, monk,” you glance over at him as the two of you walk through the forest, admiring the way the early afternoon sun casts a golden halo through his hair, “I told you as much when we left camp this morning.”

Osferth merely nods in reply; your man is one of few words. A soft blush blooms across your cheeks at the thought – your man, but it was as good as true. Osferth was the first man in Uhtred’s company you felt comfortable with when you joined their cause all those months ago when they’d stopped in your small hamlet in need of a healer; you’d been by their side ever since.

In the months since, your relationship with the monk had steadily grown from hushed whispers around the campfire in the dead of night, when sleep eluded the both of you, to heated glances, delicate touches, and stolen kisses. More recently, Osferth had all but insisted on accompanying you nearly everywhere you went, which is how he’d come to follow you as you walked through the forest to gather the variety of curative plants you need.

A content sigh passes your lips as you tilt your head up, taking in the way the tips of the trees stretch up toward the blue sky. “I had almost forgotten what the sun looked like,” you joke, your heart squeezing proudly in your chest as the monk chuckles next to you, “But hopefully this summer will be dryer than the last.”

“I have prayed many times for sun,” Osferth says with a nod, blue eyes soft as he gazes at you, “Unfortunately, the Lord seems to ignore those requests.” The corner of his lips tilts up as he huffs a laugh at his own joke. 

Suddenly, a branch snaps loudly not too far off the winding path the two of you have been strolling down. Osferth acts quickly, ever vigilant, and takes your hand to usher you behind him as he draws his sword. Your breath quickens as you peek around his shoulder, pressing yourself tightly against his back as your hand grips his; you’d been assured by Uhtred’s scouts that the forest surrounding camp was perfectly safe, but in these times danger seemed to creep up from every corner. 

A buck appears a little ways down the path, followed by two more deer, each sparing you and the monk only a quick glance before scampering into the forest once more. The two of you let out a collective sigh of relief as Osferth sheaths his sword with a shy smile. 

“Perhaps now would be a good time for a break, my lady?” He suggests with a soft smile, “We’ve been walking since morning.”

“I think we’ve earned a break,” you nod, gazing up at him through your lashes, the two of you still close enough that you could make out soft flecks of green in his blue eyes, “I believe I saw a clearing a few paces back.” 

“Lead the way.” Osferth nods, keeping in pace with you as you backtrack to where you’d spotted a lush clearing through the trees only moments ago. As you walk, nearly shoulder to shoulder, the monk silently takes your hand again, his rough fingers threading together with yours. Neither of you speaks, though you can nearly feel his pleased smile from your periphery, twin to your own. 

After only a few moments, you veer off the path as the two of you step into a sizable glade, the trees giving way to a field of tall grass. Your hands stay clasped as you walk together, basket still tucked in your elbow as you lift the skirts of your linen gown to prevent it from snagging on the high blades of grass; your chest tightens once more when you glance down and notice how Osferth takes great care to step over any flowers in his path, the ones that sprinkle the meadow with pops of yellow and lilac. 

Soon, you come to a spot where the ground seems to be drier, however the monk grasps your forearm to stop you as he slips the thin, grey wool cloak off his shoulders and drapes it over the ground.

“Osferth,” you gently admonish, though a smile does creep across your lips at the sweet gesture, “I am perfectly capable of sitting on the ground.”

“A lady should not have to,” he says simply, nodding to the cloak, “Please.”

With a final glance, and a good-natured roll of your eyes, you comply, setting your basket down before relaxing atop his robe. After making sure you’re settled, the monk joins you, setting his sword to the side as he sits and leans back on his hands, scanning the treeline. 

“It’s so lovely here…” you smile as you glance around, a soft breeze causing the grass to rustle around you.

Osferth sits up beside you, a relaxed smile on his lips as he takes your hand and pulls you closer to him. “I find the company to be far lovelier,” he whispers before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, never taking more than you seem keen to give. The two of you easily fall into a lazy rhythm, your lips moving together as he guides you to lie against his chest. You lay your hand against his chest, right over his heart, thankful that he’s forgone his usual leather armor and chainmail today as you feel his warmth through the soft tunic he wears. 

He sighs against your lips, his fingers gently weaving into the locks of hair at the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine and making you cling to him all the more tightly, his other hand wrapping around your waist before settling in the small of your back, holding you to him. 

After a few moments, the two of you part to catch your breath and he studies you with a warm gaze as you relax against his chest. “We are meant to be stopping in a town tonight.” Osferth says simply. 

“That we are.” 

“We could get a room together,” he breathes, making you gasp as he trails kisses across your jaw, “Just the two of us.” 

Immediately, you tense up and untangle yourself from him, sitting up with a sigh. He quickly sits up next to you and you can feel him eyeing you with concern, though you dare not meet his gaze. 

“My lady, I didn't mean to offend you…” He says hesitantly, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“You didn’t offend me, sweet monk,” you turn to him with a bashful smile, “I am simply…I don’t know if i’m ready.” 

“Ready for what?” His head tilts to the side as he eyes you curiously. 

You chuckle nervously, unsure of how to broach the topic. “Osferth, I have heard enough tales of your…prowess around the campfire to know that my skills do not match your own.” 

The crease between his brows only deepens as he continues staring at you, blue eyes flitting between your own. “My prowess?” 

“With more…intimate relations…” You say slowly, glancing away from him. 

“Oh,” he says softly before his eyes widen comically, a dark blush cascading over his fair cheeks, “Oh!”

You can’t help but laugh softly at his dumbstruck expression, your lips quirking up into a soft smile despite your nerves. 

The hand on your shoulder tightens as he leans closer to you. “My love, you need not fret over it,” he whispers, blue eyes conveying a deep seriousness, “We can get a room at the tavern and not do anything at all.”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion – you’ve always been told to expect a very different answer from men. “What?”

He huffs out a soft laugh and pulls you back down to lie on the grass with him once more. “I mean what I say,” he says softly, one hand stroking your hair, “We can get a room and just kiss or cuddle or merely talk, I don’t care.” You look up from where you’ve had your cheek laying against his chest, the emotion in his eyes shocking you for a second, “I just want to be with you.” He whispers finally.

You can feel yourself blushing as he speaks, the apples of your cheeks heating up deliciously under his kind gaze. A girlish giggle erupts from your lips before you can stop it, which only makes him laugh too as you bury your head against his chest and bite your lip, breathing in his familiar scent of leather and campfire smoke. 

After a moment, the two of you calm down and you finally look back up at him, “Kissing sounds good…” you nearly whisper, suddenly shy as he surveys your face.

Osferth merely chuckles, low in his throat, and rolls the two of you over. Normally, this is when you’d be pushing any other man off of you with some mumbled excuse, but you can’t help but feel safe with the sandy haired monk, taking him at his word that whatever you were willing to give would be enough.

“We have time, and plenty of herbs already,” he rasps, his voice thick with an arousal you’d only heard on a very scant few occasions when the two of you had shared frantic kisses in the night once the rest of the men were asleep, “Why wait until tonight?”

A small giggle escapes you once again as the blush on your cheeks extends down, almost all the way to your chest, but you nod nonetheless, your arms coming up to snake around his neck as you pull him down to you. A small whimpery breath escapes you when his lips touch yours yet again, and he responds in kind with a low groan, the sound rumbling from his chest. His lips are soft against your own as the two of you move leisurely; once again, he lets you set the pace, only licking at your bottom lip after you do the same to him first. 

Your thighs spread as your kiss deepens and you moan again when he slots himself between your thighs, the linen of your dress hiked up just above your knees. A shiver rolls through you at the feel of him on top of you, so warm and weighty.

“Is this alright?” He breathes, navy eyes blinking between each of yours as he checks for any signs of discomfort from you, visibly relaxing when he finds none.

Wordlessly, you nod, bobbing your head eagerly as you pull him back down. His hands roam carefully over your body as your lips and tongues move together, breathlessly licking into each other's mouths. You whine into his mouth when you feel a hardness pressing against your center, a pleased hum emanating from your chest at the realization that you’ve affected him this much with only a kiss; the pride in your heart twists into something different, something deeper as a knot forms and begins tightening in your belly.

“My lady –” Osferth mumbles as he starts to pull away from you, an apologetic smile on his handsome face.

“Don’t!” You say quickly, tugging him back to you and surprising even yourself as you wrap your legs around his trim waist, “Please, I – It’s good.” You confirm breathlessly, eyebrows quirked up with need as you look up at him through your lashes. 

“Yeah?” He asks, unable to wipe the pleased grin off his face as he settles back on top of you, careful to keep most of his weight off of you as he presses against your center again.

You nod, already threading your fingers into the short hair at the back of his head to draw his lips back to yours. A breathy, high-pitched moan leaves you at the feel of his clothed length pressing against you, the ties at the front of his breeches only adding to the pleasurable sensations that zap through you as he starts rolling his hips against your own.

His pace quickens as he breaks away from you, panting against your skin as he traces wet kisses down your jaw to your neck. Your head lolls to the side as you whimper and whine underneath him, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel his hard cock twitch against you, even through the fabric of your smallclothes.

You’re quick to match his pace, using the leverage of your legs wrapped around his middle to ruck yourself up into each thrust, earning grunts of pleasure from the monk. 

“My lady,” he groans, one hand fisting into your hair as the other trails down to run appreciatively over the bare skin of your thigh, “Y-You are bewitching.” He gasps, mouthing at your neck, his cock no doubt leaking into the leather of his trousers. 

Your only reply is a choked out moan of his name as your back arches underneath him, the knot in your belly winding tighter and tighter as the ties of his breeches rub over your pearl deliciously, your smallclothes no doubt soaked. 

Blessedly, Osferth seems to understand the desperation in your voice and movements and pulls back to look at you, both of his hands quickly grasping yours, fingers threading together as he holds them to the earth beside your head.

 “Sweet girl,” he grunts as he gazes down at you, a rosy blush cascading beautifully over his high cheekbones, “P-Peak, my lady, please,” he pants as his fingers tighten against your own, “I’m, God be good, I’m right behind you.”

You nod frantically, your only sound a choked out sob as you tense underneath him when his hips rut perfectly against yours, the knots of his pants catching against your sensitive bud in just the right way to tip you over the edge. You twitch underneath him, white knuckling his hands when you feel your center clenching helplessly around nothing as pleasure buzzes through you. 

Osferth reaches his end mere seconds after you, humping against you two or three more times before tensing, his eyes squeezing shut as his own high washes over him, cock spasming in his breeches as his spend leaks into the waiting fabric. 

“You’re beautiful,” you declare softly, the words tumbling from your lips as soon as you think of them.

The monk blushes somehow more heavily above you, though a soft smile graces his lips. With a soft sigh, he falls to his side, bringing you with him. Your cheek once again finds its home against his chest and you smile at the sound of his heart thumping wildly as he pulls you closely to him, one arm wrapping protectively around you as he tucks the other under his head, letting his eyes flutter shut.

“You flatter me, my lady,” he says lowly, a pleased rasp to his voice. “You are truly an angel,” he continues after a moment, “A beautiful, precious angel.”

You smile contentedly, his heart thudding steadily in your ear as you let your eyes drift shut, happy to stay in this still, safe bubble with your monk for as long as the outside world will allow.

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[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Little Warrior

Pairing: Sigtryggr Ivarsson (The Last Kingdom) x F!Reader Warnings: Canon typical violence and death, kidnapping, slight Stockholm syndrome, attempted sexual assault, sexual tension, coercion, corruption kink, talk of religious beliefs, female masturbation, loss of virginity, smut. Word count: 4.6k

Summary: When Sigtryggr and his men seize Winchester he takes a special interest in one of their captives (I have essentially yeeted Stiorra from the story and adapted the storyline of how her and Sigtryggr become an item to suit my own). Based on this request.

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They come in the night. As Winchester sleeps, the Danes descend upon it.

She is woken by the blood curdling shouts and screams of the townspeople, accompanied by the acrid stench of smoke from nearby burning buildings.

Her heart lurches in her chest, panic causing bile to rise in her throat as she acts purely on instinct, scrambling from her bed and out of the house wearing just her nightdress. The only thought in her mind is that she doesn’t want to die trapped in her home as it’s burned to the ground.

Once she is outside, she watches wide eyed with horror at the destruction around her. Buildings are ablaze, people lay dead and dying upon the ground, the thick coppery scent of blood makes her want to vomit.

It’s only when the coolness of the night air begins to chill her skin that she realises just how perilous her situation is - a thin layer of cotton is all that separates her flesh from the horrors around her. She worries about what these Heathens will do to her if they see her in such a state of undress.

She trembles at the thought, dread gnawing at her insides. It’s too risky to go back inside, her only option is to hide. She takes her chances beneath an overturned farmer’s cart, crawling beneath the gap and cowering, waiting for the chaos around her to die down.

Clutching the cross around her neck, she sends up a silent prayer to God to keep her safe. Her destiny is in his hands now.

The aching in her joints for having been crouched for so long is beginning to become unbearable when the noise eventually quietens. She wonders if the Danes have left, if King Edward will return to rescue Winchester or if they have managed to capture it in his absence. Where are the Wessex guard?

She freezes when she hears the sound of approaching boots upon the ground, her heart hammers wildly against her ribcage when they come to a stop in front of the cart she’s hiding under.

“I can see your feet, Christian”, comes the voice of a man. He speaks softly and quietly, and it sends shivers down her spine.

Too paralyzed by fear to do anything, she remains as she is, her breaths coming quick and shallow, a rapidly dying hope in the back of her mind that he might give up and leave her alone. But there is no such luck.

“You will come out,” he commands, “or I will drag you out, the choice is yours.”

She clamps a hand over her mouth to muffle the frightened whimper that escapes her, attempting to force herself further back against the wooden confines of her misguided hiding place.

A large hand appears beneath the cart, reaching towards her before wrapping itself around her ankle.

She shrieks, thrashing against the hold it has on her as she’s dragged out. She lays wide eyed on the cold earth, her breathing erratic, as she looks with terror upon the Dane that towers above her prone form.

His long brown hair is wild and unkempt, half of it pulled back, and a ragged scar runs the length of the left side of his face. He regards her with mild amusement and she becomes aware again of her state of undress.

The thought that he might rape her sends her senses into overdrive, pure adrenaline driving her decision making. She knows she’s in no position to run, her only other option is to fight him, so as he crouches down towards her, she lunges upwards, slapping and scratching at his face and shoulders.

He is quick to overpower her, pulling her to her feet and twisting her arm behind her back.

“A fearsome little warrior, she is,” he chuckles, keeping her arm taut behind her as he gently urges her forward. 

He guides her towards the front steps of the King’s estate, where several people are kneeling before a group of Danes. As they draw closer she recognises a few of them; King Edward’s sons and a few of the Wessex guard.

She is certain she’ll be killed. The man presses on her shoulder, urging her to kneel beside the other captives. She takes up her position, the stone step is hard against her knees, and she is all too aware that she is the least valuable of everyone gathered there.

“Send them to where they keep their dead King,” the man says, looking at Edward’s children and then nodding towards the chapel.

“We need to send a message to Edward,” a dark haired, heavily pregnant woman says, as two of the Danish men pick up the boys and carry them off. “We must force him to yield Winchester to us.”

It makes her shudder to think that this woman will be a mother, when she is capable of such atrocities. 

“And what do you propose, Brida?” He responds.

Brida regards her with a look that makes her blood run cold. She has never seen anyone look at her as though she is worth less than nothing, her brown eyes are filled with utter contempt. “Send him her head,” she tells him, “it is more shocking to Christians when you are prepared to kill women and children alike.”

She gasps audibly, stricken by terror at the notion that they intend to behead her, until she feels his hand upon her shoulder.

“You will not touch her,” he says cooly, “slaughter the men, but she stays with me.”

“And what will you do with her?” Brida asks, raising an eyebrow.

“That is for me to decide,” he responds dismissively.

He makes a cut throat gesture at the Danes that flank Brida, then nods towards the kneeling guards, before pulling her back to her feet and directing her inside of the King’s estate.

She winces as she hears the sound of blades making thick, wet impact upon flesh, followed by dying screams of agony. Despite her shock and disgust, she cannot help the twinge of relief that lightens the feeling in her chest that that is not what destiny has in store for her, at least not yet.

The room that he brings her to is what she assumes is a study. It is filled with books, maps and writing materials, the space is occupied by a wooden writing desk, a chair and a settee.

As her eyes travel around the room, taking in her surroundings, she’s startled out of her reverie when her gaze settles back upon him. He is standing so close, silently observing her, his expression unreadable.

Once more she is reminded of how little she is wearing, and now that she is alone with him, fear of what he might do to her returns in earnest.

“S-stay back,” she stammers, backing away, eyes scanning the room for something, anything, that she can use as a weapon.

He smirks, unmoving, as he looks her over from head to toe. “Be calm, little warrior. Do you know who I am?”

Her face contorts in confusion. “No…”

He straightens, tilting his head slightly, clasping his arms behind his back. “I am Sigtryggr Ivarsson. I am a Dane. If I wish to hump a woman I do not need to do so by force.”

She softens slightly, fear does not grip her heart quite so icily as before. His name is meaningless to her, but she is relieved that he means her no harm.

Sigtryggr leans in, his breath tickling the shell of her ear. “But make no mistake, little warrior, I will have you, and you will beg me for it.”

She draws back quickly in disgust - not at his words, but at the reaction they elicit from her. The way warmth pools in her lower belly fills her with immense guilt. This man has invaded her home and killed people she knows, people she loves, she should despise him.

Swallowing thickly, unease prickling at her, she elects to change the subject. “What have you come here for?”

“To take what I am owed,” he says simply.

“And what is it you believe you’re owed?”

“Land. Your people drove me from mine,” he explains, anger lacing his tone, “your boy King will give back what he stole, or I shall keep Winchester and send him the heads of his children.”

She inhales shakily, feeling like she wants to cry. “A-and…how do I factor into all of that?”

He softens, shrugging slightly. “You don’t, but I can’t imagine your King will yield quickly, and it is always nice to have company. You are brave, for a Christian.”

“So I am your prisoner?”

“No, little warrior. You are free to leave any time you’d like, and take your chances with Brida.”

The implication is not lost on her. Her freedom is an illusion when the alternative is death. Sigtryggr is her only guarantee for safety.

“Shall we find something else for you to wear?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

She looks down at the thin material of her shift, seeing how dirty it is from having been crouched beneath the cart, dragged out and then forced to kneel on the steps of the estate. Her cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

“Yes, please,” she whispers.

He nods. “Wait here.”

Sigtryggr leaves her alone in the study, not bothering to lock the door behind him - a sign of his confidence that he knows she won’t try to escape.

He returns a few moments later with a white cotton shift that is similar to the one she is currently wearing, She assumes it belongs to Ælflæd, something he has found within a bedchamber.

“Where is the rest of it?” She asks.

“What do you mean? It’s the same as what you have on, and it’s clean,” he says simply.

“Yes, but this is meant to go under–” she sighs, “nevermind.”

She takes the shift from him and begins to change, noting the way that he turns from her, keeping his eyes fixed on the shelves of books that line the walls of the room. The small mark of respect makes her smile. She had not anticipated such manners from a Heathen.

He pulls a book from the shelf when she is finished, flipping through its pages. “Can you read?”

She nods and he hands the tome to her.

“Read to me.”

“Can you not read?” She asks with a raise of her eyebrow.

“I can,” he says with a smirk, “but where’s the fun in that?”

She sighs, settling into the chair in front of the writing desk, while Sigtryggr sits upon the settee a few feet away, and she reads to him.

Over the next few weeks their days are spent much like this. She reads aloud to him, though none of the books are particularly interesting, mostly religious texts and historical records of Wessex. She’s not convinced that he pays any particular attention to the words, but he seems to enjoy the sound of her voice.

They find a Hnefatafl board and Sigtryggr teaches her how to play. They while away hours strategising ways to remove each other's pieces from the board. He has a sharp mind, is calmer and more analytical than any other Dane she’s ever met. He bests her with his cunning multiple times, until she finally begins to get the hang of it and he begins to lose to her.

“Another game?�� She asks. “How many have I won now?”

He shoots her a sideways glance, a faint smile upon his lips. “I am not keeping count.”

She giggles. She is beating him, but he does not seem to mind.

They sleep upon furs and blankets that Sigtryggr has brought down to the study and fashioned into a makeshift bed. Her stomach flutters at laying in such close proximity to him, but true to his word he never touches her. Shame blooms hotly in her chest as each of the days pass and she finds herself yearning for it.

He brings her food, and the hopelessness of the situation looms over her as with every meager meal the bread tastes more stale.

“Read to me, little warrior,” he requests, reclining on the settee, his forearm slung over his forehead.

She grouses, hunger pangs causing her stomach to rumble painfully. “I cannot concentrate,” she whispers.

“What is the matter?” He asks, sitting up to look at her.

“I am hungry. I’m always hungry.”

He nods, stepping towards her and offering her his share of the bread.

She looks from his outstretched hand to his face uncertainly. “What will you eat?”

“I will manage, and you will read to me,” he tells her, as she takes the offering and he settles back down.

She smiles to herself at the gesture, warmth spreading throughout her. So she eats, and she reads to him.

Sigtryggr disappears each day, leaving her alone in the study. She only leaves to bathe and to relieve herself, but she is perfectly happy to stay put and await his return, especially when she is all too aware of the alternative.

Each day when he returns he brings news of the continuing siege. King Edward and the Wessex guard surround the walls of Winchester, but will not attack as his sons are being kept captive in the chapel. They have yet to yield to Sigtryggr’s demands for land.

She fiddles with the cross around her neck, eyeing the Mjölnir that sits around his carefully. “Can there not be a peaceful resolution?”

"It is more difficult to live peacefully with enemies than to fight them,” he tells her.

“But we live peacefully,” she retorts.

“We are not enemies, little warrior.”

The sentiment makes her heart flutter, though there is the lingering question in the back of her mind; what are we?

He leaves her alone again as usual one morning and she busies herself poring over maps to pass the time.

She turns when she hears footsteps, expecting to see Sigtryggr but instead it is a man she does not recognise. He appears Saxon, so she cannot understand why the Danes have allowed him to move around the estate so freely.

The stench of ale upon him as he draws closer is nauseating. His eyes hold malicious intent as he advances towards her, and her blood runs cold at the sight.

She stands, backing away from him. “Whatever you are planning to do, please reconsider,” she pleads, “Sigtryggr will punish you if anything happens to me.”

“I have allied myself with the Danes,” he slurs, “but at what cost? They treat me like a dog, while Sigtryggr coddles you. Tell me, whore, is your cunt really that good? Perhaps I ought to find out for myself.”

She yelps as he lunges for her, grabbing her and pinning her against the desk. Fury flashes through her as she struggles against him, attempting to free herself from his hold.

“Whatever treatment they give you, you have brought upon yourself, traitor,” she spits.

Her head snaps to the side, a sharp sting spreads across her cheek as he strikes her.

She barely has time to adjust her focus before she feels him forcefully being pulled off of her.

“Eardwulf!” Sigtryggr snarls angrily. “Fucking coward!”

His fist makes impact with Eardwulf’s face knocking him to the ground, before he is dragged away.

She curls up on the furs, shaking as tears stream down her cheeks, waiting for her heart rate to calm. What could have happened to her if Sigtryggr had not returned when he did doesn’t bear thinking about.

She is unsure of how much time has passed when he returns.

“Are you alright?”

She turns towards the sound of his voice, gasping when she sees he’s covered in blood. Rushing towards him, she places her hands upon his face. “You are hurt…”

Softly he grasps her wrists, keeping her hands where they are. “This blood is not mine, and Eardwulf will not hurt you ever again.”

Her lips part in shock at the thought that he has killed for her, saved her life twice now. She studies his face, taking in the stormy blue of his eyes, the fullness of his lips.

She allows her gaze to linger there for just a moment too long, embarrassment making her hot, eager to distract herself. She traces a finger over the scar that runs the length of the left side of his face.

“How did this happen?”

“A man tried to take my eye during battle,” he explains softly, “so I took his life.”

“But you were hurt.”

“Injured, yes. Left with a scar, yes. But very much alive.”

“As am I, thanks to you.”

She drops her hands from his face and he steps away from her, pulling off his blood soaked light armour and clothing.

She feels her throat run dry at the sight of his bare torso, all lean, lithe battle hardened muscle, adorned with scars. She longs to trace her fingers over each of them.

Looking away, she feels ashamed for harbouring such thoughts and desperately tries to ignore the throbbing ache in her core.

As night falls and Sigtryggr lays asleep beside her, the feeling that lingers between her legs has yet to subside. It is maddening, robbing her of rest. Every time she closes her eyes the image of him stood bare chested before her enters her mind.

She has never touched herself before, it is impure to do so, yet she needs relief or she is sure she will go mad.

Sparing a glance in the darkness towards Sigtryggr, she makes sure his eyes are closed before reaching a tentative hand between her legs. She lets out a shaky sigh as her fingers make impact against the sensitive flesh.

She is not quite sure what she is supposed to do, but finds that a combination of rubbing the area and bucking softly against her hand feels most pleasurable, so continues to do that, holding her free hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds she makes.

There is a feeling that builds within her, a zenith that she feels she must press towards, so she continues in earnest, until finally she feels something within her release and her entire body shudders, a soft moan stifled against her lips as white hot pleasure rolls through her body.

Laying there afterwards she does her best to calm her breaths, feeling guilty for having done something so depraved.

She is startled by Sigtryggr’s voice beside her. “If only you’d beg, little warrior, I could do that for you.”

Her breath hitches and she quickly turns away from him. Not knowing what to say, she feigns sleep, clutching her cross and praying silently that he’ll forget.

She is grateful when he speaks of it no further, and life goes back to normal, or at least what normal is for them.

That is until a couple of weeks later when Brida storms her way into the study, clearly having grown impatient with the lack of progress being made.

“It has been more than thirty days since we captured Winchester, and your negotiations with the Saxon King are not working, Sigtryggr,” she glowers at him, “the time for talking is over. We are killing more captives.”

She does not miss the way that Brida’s eyes linger upon her as she says this, a shiver of fear causes her skin to break out into gooseflesh.

“I will choose who we execute, not you,” Sigtryggr tells her.

“You cannot protect this Saxon forever,” Brida retorts.

“Oh, but I can,” he says, placing himself protectively between her and Brida. “She is mine, and I will decide what happens to her.”

Brida scoffs, turning and leaving. Sigtryggr follows, leaving her alone to ponder the fact that he has once more saved her life.

When he comes back several hours later, he looks so tired. The expression he wears is one of defeat and she feels her heart ache for him.

“Read to me,” he says softly, sitting heavily upon the settee.

She regards him quietly, she wants to comfort him. She wants to comfort herself. She has grown weary of denying him.

Before she has time to think about what she’s doing, she crosses the room, and places herself upon his lap, her thighs astride his.

“What are you do–”

His words are cut off as she presses her lips to his eagerly, before pulling away. “I’m begging, Sigtryggr, please. I–”

He surges forward, kissing her again, his mouth possessing hers hungrily as he grasps her hips, lifting her as he stands to deposit her onto the makeshift bed upon the floor, his body caging hers in against the furs.

“I knew you’d give in, little warrior,” he whispers against her neck, kissing his way down her throat to her collarbone.

His fingers toy with the hem of the shift she wears, a silent plea for consent in his eyes as he looks at.

She swallows thickly and nods, nervousness and excitement fluttering ceaselessly in her stomach.

He pulls the garment over her head, throwing it to the side before sitting back on his haunches to admire her.

“Gods…you were worth the wait. So beautiful,” he whispers reverently.

She squirms beneath his gaze, turning her head away at the intimacy of the gesture, feeling shy and uncomfortable.

“Look at me,” he tells her softly. His fingers grasp her jaw, turning her face back to him.

Slowly he undresses, until he is as naked as she is. She feels the familiar ache between her thighs as she drinks in the sight of him, chiseled and battle hardened.

“Now we are equal,” he reassures her.

He reaches for the cross around her neck, toying with it between his fingers, before giving a quick, hard tug, causing the cord to give way. “What we are about to do is no business of your nailed god,” he tells her, tossing it to one side.

He kisses her once more, slower this time, their mouths saving the feel of the other’s against it. Trailing featherlight kisses down her body until he reaches her breasts, he wraps his lips around one of their hardened peaks, sucking gently.

The sensation causes her to moan, a pleasurable sensation shooting through her body, pooling into wet warmth between her legs as she arches against him. 

Sigtryggr repeats the motion on the opposite breast, before descending further down, leaving wet kisses in his wake.

She freezes up when he grips her thighs, placing them over his shoulders so that his face is level with her most intimate of parts.

“What…what are you doing?” She asks anxiously.

“I’m going to taste you,” he says matter of factly, making pointed eye contact.

“You cannot do that,” she protests weakly, “it is an unclean thing to do.”

He grins at her, shaking his head slightly. “Christian,” the word leaves his mouth as a half hearted insult, before he presses forward.

The first swipe of his tongue against her folds causes her to gasp, her hands burying themselves in his hair as he uses his grip on her thighs to pull her closer, his tongue moving against her firmer, deeper, faster.

A groan of satisfaction rumbles in his throat, the vibrations causing her insides to clench as she bucks against his face, chasing the edge of oblivion that his tongue is pressing her towards.

He sucks at her pearl, before laving his tongue over it and she cries out as she spasms against his mouth, ecstasy numbing all of her senses as he continues to lap at her.

Once she relaxes, he pulls away, sitting back between her legs, his chin slick with her juices. His fist runs over the length of his cock as he takes in her blissful state and her eyes widen as she sees the size of him.

He is thick, long and slightly curved. She has never looked upon anyone’s manhood before and she trembles as she wonders how it will possibly fit inside of her.

Sensing her trepidation, Sigtryggr caresses her cheek with his palm. “Relax, little warrior, I have prepared you well.”

He presses the head of himself against her entrance and she braces herself, but then he stops. Her eyes flit to his questioningly.

“Beg for it,” he whispers.

She whines, wanting to hide her face in furs that they lay upon.

“Beg,” he says again, more insistently.

“Please,” he pushes forward, aided by her arousal and release, “please,” he pushes forward again, more of her swallowing him up, accompanied by the sensation of stretching and the slightest of stings, “please,” he pushes forward once more, finally sheathed fully inside of her.

She realises as he settles on top of her, giving her a moment to get used to the feeling of him, that this was merely a means to distract her so that she wouldn’t focus on the possibility of it hurting and grow tense. She smiles, stroking the wild tresses of his dark hair. Always so cunning.

He withdraws his hips slowly, before carefully pushing forward again. He repeats the motion several times, watching her face carefully.

As her breathing quickens, her brow relaxing as her jaw begins to slacken, he increases his pace, hips snapping against hers faster and faster, their kisses frenzied as they pant into each other’s mouths.

She feels him throb inside of her, the sensation pushes her back towards the precipice she’d fallen over earlier, but before she reaches it he is pulling out, spilling pearlescent ropes of spend across her belly.

He wipes her clean with a blanket, discarding it before laying down beside her and pulling her into his arms. A satisfied ache settles within her, she feels she could fall asleep like this, but his voice lulls her back to full consciousness.

“I have released the King’s sons back to him,” he tells her quietly.

“What will happen now?”

“He is sending a warrior named Uhtred into Winchester to negotiate terms, if I accept those terms then my men and I will move on.”

Her heart sinks. She cannot bear the thought of him leaving, not now she knows what it’s like to be in his arms. “Oh,” is all she is able to muster, pressing tighter to him.

They fall into a quiet doze, until he gently squeezes her shoulder. “I must go and speak with Uhtred.”

She watches sadly, quietly, as he dresses. He leans down to kiss her before he leaves and she pushes her lips eagerly to his. If he is to abandon her then she will cling to every last moment until he does.

When Sigtryggr returns later, she is dressed in her shift again, though her cross remains discarded. She is seated by the window, staring listlessly out of it.

He carries a bundle of clothing in his arms and she looks at him curiously.

“To keep you warm,” he explains, deepening her confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“I have discussed terms with Uhtred and we have reached an agreement. I will leave Winchester, on the condition that you accompany me…not as my prisoner, but as my woman.”

She grins, running into his arms and wrapping her arms around his neck.

As they ride away from Winchester, side by side on horseback, she does not feel as though she is leaving her life behind. On the contrary, it has just begun.

[little-moonbeam-666]

Little Witch

HERE WE FUCKING GO! The hype behind this fic has been PHENOMENAL! But here’s the Osferth fic I promised you all. After all the teasers and crumbs I gave you from this, you should be pretty hype!

This fic reached 9k words! I went overboard with it and I regret NOTHING.

Warnings: SMUT (obviously), loss of virginity (osferth), A bit of angst, oral (both), breeding kink, talks of marriage, talks of 69..., Just Osferth being Osferth

Your wrists were bound together by rope that was currently being held tight by one of the men that had taken you hostage. You forgot his name. Sihtric, maybe? You could care less. You were just grateful that the men had stopped for the night and had you sitting by the fire with them.

“So, witch, why is Haesten so enamored with you?” asked the leader of them all, Uhtred.

“I do not know. Haesten stole me from my home where I was at peace, minding my own business. He had no right to take me, same as you.” you spat, venom dripping from the words you directed at your captor. He sighed heavily.

“If you think I wanted to take you, then you are wrong, witch. This is only a necessary precaution. But I know that Haesten would not take you for no reason. What exactly are your powers?”

“Stop calling me ‘witch’, Dane killer. I have a name. Y/N. Use it.” you barked before looking up at the stars and letting your voice soften.“I see things. That is why he took me.”

“What do you see, Y/N?” asked one of the other men. Finan, you believed it was. At least he was kind enough to use your name.

“I see lots of things. The future. My future, mostly.” you admitted, knowing there was no harm in telling these men of your seeing abilities. You’d already seen it and knew they would not harm you.

“Is that why you came with us willingly without a fight? You saw us taking you?” Uhtred asked. You just nodded, continuing to stare up at the stars.

“What do you see about your future?” Sihtric asked, tugging the rope slightly to get your attention, seeing that you had zoned out.

“My soulmate.” you said. Your voice was no louder than a whisper but you knew they heard you.

“Your soulmate?” Uhtred questioned, obviously skeptical of your words. “Do you know who they are?”

“No.” you replied sadly. “I only see bits and pieces that give me an idea of who he is. The gods haven’t allowed me to see his face. Not yet.”

The men chuckled, obviously not fully believing you, before going back to their own conversations and leaving you to your thoughts. You eventually found yourself asleep on the ground, only to be woken up by tugging on the rope that was attached to your wrists.

“Come on. We ride.” came Sihtrics voice, pulling you from your sleepy state and dragging you over to the horses before briefly helping you up onto one of them since your hands were still tied together.

The ride was long and it was nearly dark by the time you’d gotten back to their home base, the gates opening to welcome them home. Everyone stared at you, fear in their eyes as they noticed you were not only a Dane, but a witch. The permanent dark marking of a crescent moon on your forehead and two straight lines that ran from your bottom lip to the bottom of your chin gave it away.

They had all eventually led you into a large dining hall, your wrists still bound as they allowed you to sit at the table with them in order to keep you in their sights.

“Is this still necessary?” you asked, holding your wrists up. Uhtred gave you a look of concern. “The ropes have rubbed burns into my wrists and it’s painful. I promise I won’t run and I promise to play nice. You have my word.”

“Untie her, Sihtric.” he said, beginning to eat the food that was placed in front of him. Sihtric untied you and you rubbed your wrists gently, wincing at the pain of being tied up for several days.

“You should eat something. You’ve barely eaten in the few days we’ve had you.” Finan said. You just nodded your head, agreeing to at least eat. If you were being honest, you were starving, but you’d never admit it to them.

Finan quickly set down a plate of bread, cheese, and sliced apple in front of you, giving you a look that left no room for argument. You quietly picked at the food and ate until your plate was clean. You sat silent, listening to the mens conversations of them enjoying being ‘home’. Eventually you could feel your eyelids grow heavy, your body threatening to fall over.

“Uhtred.” you spoke up, getting his attention.

“Yes?”

“I wish to sleep. If I stay up any longer I fear I may fall over in exhaustion.” you said, hoping he’d let you rest.

“Fine.” he agreed. “Finan, put her in a cell. But make her comfortable. Give her furs and fresh water. She may be of use to us.”

You quietly followed Finan to your holding cell, not speaking a word. He did as Uhtred instructed, giving you several furs to keep you warm on the small cot that was in the cell and enough fresh water to last you through the night. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame as you sat down on the cot in your cell.

“So, little witch… how does the soulmate thing work?” he asked, sounding genuinely curious. You could have laughed at how absurd the question sounded at that moment.

“It’s hard to explain.” you said softly. “I can only catch glimpses of him. In my younger years I caught many flashes of a monastery. Then as I’ve grown older I see more. His hands clasped together while sitting by a fire. The rolling fields while he’s on horseback. I believe he had a broken arm not too terribly long ago… it was in a sling. And a wooden cross hanging around his neck. The last one is laughable.”

“And why is that laughable, little witch?”

“Honestly, think about it. A dane sorceress and a saxon monk…. At least I believe he’s a monk. The monasteries at the beginning of the visions had me believing the gods were playing a joke on me. But now that I’m older, I believe almost anything could be true.”

Finan looked to be deep in thought at your words, giving you a look of curiosity before he spoke again.

“You said he had a broken arm recently?” questioned the Irishman, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Yes. Broken… or maybe just sprained. But his arm was in a sling for a while. Why?”

“Well little witch,” he started, laughing to himself as he spoke. His eyes met yours and were filled with what you could only decipher as amusement. “I believe I may know who your soulmate is.”

A few weeks passed and the men had grown to trust you, accepting you as one of them and giving you more freedom, allowing you to walk around freely, and finally giving you your own bedroom that wasn’t in a cell. You’d even go as far as to say you considered them your friends. And of course Finan hadn’t let up on teasing you, always saying that he knew who your soulmate was but wouldn’t tell you anything about him. And apparently he’d talked to the others so they wouldn’t speak of this person in front of you. It was driving you mad.

You were sitting with Uhtred, Sihtric, and Finan when it happened. All of you were talking in the hall and having a small meal and some ale. Finan and Sihtric’s eyes were locked behind yours and Uhtred’s heads.

“My lord, it’s good to finally be back.” a soft voice said behind you. You couldn’t help but notice the way Finan’s eyes flashed to yours excitedly and back to whoever stood behind you, apparently eager to see your reaction. 

You turned to face the man and came face to face with the cross hanging around his neck before looking up at his face. You felt your heart jump into your throat before visions clouded your mind and you became dizzy. You spaced out, every vision you’d ever had of him coming into full view, finally allowing you to see his face as he laughed by the fire, rode on horseback, and even seeing Finan fashioning a sling for what was a broken arm as he winced in pain. When you finally came back to, Uhtred had you by the shoulders, gently shaking you.

“Y/N, wake up! What did you see?” he questioned, seeing your eyes flutter back open. 

You quickly scanned the room, seeing all the usual men around you, but your eyes locked on wide blue ones that were laced with concern. You felt your shoulders begin to shake with the nerves that suddenly bubbled to the surface and silent tears brimmed your eyes before falling in streaks down your cheeks, smudging the dark kohl you wore. You quickly looked away, letting your eyes go to Finan.

“It’s him.” you whispered, letting more silent tears fall.

“Little witch, are you sure?” he asked, eyes darting between you and the monk.

“Positive.” you breathed out, both of your hands coming up to your face, covering your mouth and nose as you took deep breaths in an attempt to calm your racing heart.

“I’m sorry, positive about what?” the monk asked, looking at the guys for answers. Finan walked over to him, clapped him on the back, and grinned before speaking.

“She believes you’re her soulmate, baby monk.”

Your nerves were already shot and you didn’t have the strength to explain anything else to these men, even if one of them was your soulmate. So you did the only thing you could think of. You got up and made haste to your room, hiding beneath your furs and letting your mind fill with thoughts of the young monk that was downstairs.

You stayed there for several hours, the day growing dark as you refused to come out of your room. You knew they would be eating dinner soon and you also knew that Finan and Uhtred wouldn’t let you go hungry. They’d force you down whether you wanted to or not. As soon as you sat up there was a knock at your door before it swung open to reveal none other than Finan himself.

“Little witch, are you going to join us for dinner?” he asked.

“I was thinking about it.” you admitted, giving him a smile. Finan chuckled, giving you a pointed look.

“He’s worried about you, ya know.” he stated, leaning against the doorframe. Your eyes went wide, not expecting his words. The monk was worried about you? You remained speechless, so he continued. “You rushed out of there so damn fast he thinks he did something to offend you. He’s been sulking all evening.”

“But he didn’t do anything to offend me!” you said quickly, feeling yourself begin to panic. You didn’t want him thinking he’d done something wrong.

“You know that, and I know that. Even Uhtred and Sihtric know that, but Osferth doesn’t know that. I tried to tell him he did nothing wrong but he won’t believe me. Unless it comes from you, he won’t believe it.”

“I guess I need to go down and reassure the sweet monk that he hasn’t offended me in the least.” you said, before pausing and raising an eyebrow at him, realization hitting you. “His name is Osferth?”

“Yes, Y/N, it is. At least now you know what name to moan while you get yourself off later!” He joked, quickly pushing himself off the doorframe and making his way back downstairs before you could holler at him for the crude joke. You could still hear him laughing as he ran down the stairs.

You huffed in annoyance, smoothing out your dress and pulling a woven blanket over your shoulders to keep the chill away before slipping into your boots and heading downstairs to face your fate… and endless teasing from the guys. You kept your eyes down, not quite ready to seek out the monk.

“There she is! Hey, Y/N, you damn near gave Osferth a heart attack running off like you did!” Uhtred joked, raising his cup of ale to you. You raised your head and gave him a smile. You continued over to the table, instantly finding an open spot next to the monk in question.

“May I sit?” you asked, finally making eye contact with him and gesturing next to him.

“Uh- um, yes, my lady. Of course.” he stuttered out, quickly looking away. You sat next to him, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders, smiling at Sihtric when he placed a mug of ale in front of you.

“So a little birdie told me you were worried about me.” you said quietly, leaning closer to Osferth so only he could hear you. You smiled seeing his face flush, even the tips of his ears going red.

“Is that little birdie named Finan by any chance?” he joked, trying to cover up his embarrassment. You giggled, nodding your head.

“It is. But you shouldn’t be worried, sweet monk. I promise you did nothing to offend me. I was just in shock.” you explained, hoping to ease his mind.

“Yeah, you ran out of there so fast that I didn’t even catch your name.” he said matter of factly.

“My name’s Y/N.” you said, grinning at him. “And you’re Osferth. Finan told me when he came up to get me for supper.”

“So… do you really think that I’m… you know, your soulmate?” he asked, looking sheepishly at you. You slowly nodded your head.

“Yeah, I do.” you mumbled, feeling your face grow hot.

“What does that mean?” he asked, wide eyes staring at you.

You stayed silent, not knowing how to answer his question. It was difficult to explain and you didn’t want to scare him away. But you had to try to make him understand.

“I’m not entirely sure to be honest.” you started. “Some Danes believe in soulmates, myself included. I’ve had visions from a very young age and it seems that the gods have allowed me to have an insight into who my soulmate may be, but never showing me a face. Just small snippets here and there. Hands clasped together either by a fire or in prayer, a seemingly broken arm, …. This cross.” you said, reaching over and twirling the wooden cross he was wearing between your fingers before letting it go. “When I looked at your face for the first time almost every single vision I’ve ever had flashed before my eyes in a matter of seconds, but this time the gods allowed me to see your face. It was you sitting by a fire or kneeling in a monastery in prayer. It was you with a broken arm. They even allowed me to see Finan standing next to you, helping you put your arm in a sling.”

He was silent for a few moments, taking in what you’d just told him. You knew the information could be overwhelming so you didn’t say anything, taking a sip of your ale and grabbing some chicken and putting it on your plate. You ate in silence for a minute before glancing over to see Osferth staring at you. You raised your eyebrow in question.

“I’d like to get to know you, Y/N… if that’s ok with you.” he said, giving you a shy smile.

“I’d really like that.” you said, smiling back at him.

“Ok, lovebirds. Stop making ‘fuck me’ eyes at each other and eat your supper.” Finan laughed from the other end of the table. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, quickly turning your attention back to your supper and shoving a piece of chicken in your mouth.

Throughout dinner Osferth engaged you in quiet conversation, occasionally including the others. He asked about your life and how you were raised. He smiled when you mentioned that you were a pretty decent healer, promising to fix him up should he ever need it. The others joked about how you’d be more than willing to fix him up in other ways should he ask for it, making you slap Uhtred’s arm and throw a piece of bread at Sihtric.

The following few weeks were uneventful, just doing your usual duties and spending time with Osferth. If you were honest, you spent almost every moment of free time with the monk. And you’d come to find out he was an absolute sweetheart. He was constantly by your side, helping you do menial tasks and asking you more questions about yourself. And when the day was done, he’d walk you safely back to your room before flashing you a smile and bidding you goodnight. His presence made the days easier and you actually looked forward to spending time with him every day.

When you woke up, you didn’t expect to hear all the commotion coming from downstairs. You quickly dressed and made your way down the steps only to find the guys armored up and gathering supplies. You weren’t too worried until your eyes landed on your sweet baby monk. You rushed over to him only for him to immediately look at you apologetically. You could tell he didn’t want to leave.

“Os, what’s going on? Where are you guys going? Why am I not going with you?” you asked, not taking a single breath between questions.

“Haesten has claimed that Uhtred has stolen his property and he wants it back.” he said quietly, looking into your eyes.

“‘His property’ meaning me.” you stated. It wasn’t a question. You knew Haesten wouldn’t just let Uhtred run off with you without causing chaos. You’d just hoped you’d have a little more peace before he had the balls to confront Uhtred.

“Yes, my lady. And now he’s declared war upon Uhtred to try and get you back.” he said sadly. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, not wanting him to leave you… not wanting any of them to leave you. Osferth must have noticed the unshed tears because the next thing you knew he was pulling you into his arms and cradling you tight against his chest. You gently nuzzled your face into his neck, breathing deeply to keep the tears at bay.

“You better come back to me, baby monk.” you mumbled against his neck, just below his ear.

“I swear it. I’ll be back before you know it, my little witch.” he said, gently rubbing your back in an attempt to soothe you. But in reality all it did was send a burning heat straight to your core. 

‘Little witch’. It  was your nickname amongst almost everyone, mostly Finan and Osferth. But this was different. MY little witch. That’s what he’d called you. It sounded downright filthy the way it rolled off his tongue and you fucking loved it. Oh what you’d give to hear him say it again.

“That’s right, Os. I am your little witch. Only yours.” you said, inhaling his scent one last time before pulling your head back to look at him. “Just come back to me.”

You watched as the men gathered the last of their supplies and made their way to their horses. You wanted to cry at the sight. Imagining life without them almost caused your physical pain. Especially thinking about the possibility of losing Osferth. If he didn’t come back you weren’t sure your heart could handle it.

It wasn’t a half hour later when the men had finished gathering everything they would need and were ready to mount their horses. You stood off to the side, watching silently, waiting for the right moment to say goodbye. Your gaze focused on Finan animatedly waving his hands around, whispering something to Osferth and pointing towards you. Osferth looked your way, blushing crimson when he saw you already looking. Finan just laughed and clapped him on the shoulder before giving him a shove in your direction.

Osferth kept his head down as he walked closer. You met him halfway, reaching a hand out to grab his as you approached him. His fingers squeezed yours as he let his eyes meet yours.

“So what was Finan telling you, Os? He seemed pretty adamant about whatever it was when he pushed you towards me.” you giggled. He chuckled a bit and you watched in amusement as he struggled to find the words.

“I just, uh, I want you to know that I care about you.” he stuttered out. You couldn’t keep the grin off your face.

“I care about you too, my sweet monk. I really do.” you replied, stepping closer to him. As you did, you couldn’t help but notice Finan, Sihtric, and Uhtred gathered by the horses and watching the two of you like hawks with amused smiles on their faces. You grinned, pulling Osferth with you in the direction of the others. You stopped by his horse and smirked as you noticed the others pretending to not pay attention to the two of you.

“I’ll do my best to stay safe, my little witch.” Osferth said, stepping close to you and pressing his lips against your cheek. It was an innocent gesture but it left you burning.

Finan, Sihtric, and Uhtred did nothing to even attempt to hide the grins on their faces, obviously proud of their baby monk for making a move. Well, if they wanted to stare at the two of you so badly, you’d give them something to gawk at.

You didn’t say another word as you closed the space between you and Osferth, letting your hands come up to clasp behind his neck. His hands shyly went to your waist, his touch so light that it was driving you mad. You smirked at the others over Osferths shoulder before pulling his face to yours, kissing him deep and slow. He froze for a second before he responded. You could feel his fingers dig into your waist, gently pulling you against him as his lips slowly began to move against yours. Your fingers scratched gently against the back of his neck while his arms wound tightly around your waist, holding your body flush against his while he kissed you back fervently, gently scraping his teeth across your lower lip. You could hear the others behind Osferth, excitedly cheering him on as he kissed you. But alas, you needed to breathe and you reluctantly pulled away, your lips slightly swollen and slick with saliva.

“Just a little something to make sure you come back to me.” you grinned, pecking his lips one more time before letting go of him and taking a step back.

“My little witch, my love, I’ll do everything in my power to come back to you.” He said, smiling lovingly at you. You felt your heart practically burst in your chest with happiness and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“You two are so cute it makes me sick.” Finan laughed behind the two of you.

Osferth took that as his sign that it was time to leave. You pecked his lips one last time before watching him ride out the gates, to be gone for an unknown amount of time. You vowed then and there that you would pray to the gods night and day for their safe return home.

Two days turned into a week, and one week turned into three. You’d tried your best to keep yourself busy during the days, but your mind always wandered back to Osferth and the kiss you two had shared. If you closed your eyes you could still feel his lips on yours. It was torture not knowing when or if he would return. But he promised he’d come back to you and you had no reason not to believe him.

You had moved yourself and your belongings into Osferths little house that was gifted to him by Uhtred long before you had joined them. He wasn’t aware you were in his home, but it smelled like him and made you feel closer to him. 

You lay on the bed covered by furs and staring at the fire, wondering what your sweet monk was doing right now. Then you felt it. Dizziness took over and your vision went black, flashes of color swirling in your head before it hit you. Yelling. Screaming. Osferth lying on the ground, screaming in pain and clutching his leg, his fingers turning red almost instantly as he bled profusely while swords clashed loudly in the background. It was complete chaos and you didn’t see a single familiar face. Osferth was alone and there was nothing you could do.

When you snapped out of it you were breathing heavily and fat tears streamed down your face. Your love was hurt and you had no way of knowing if he was ok or not. You cried yourself to sleep that night, praying to the gods that he was ok.

It had been three days since your vision and your anxiety only got worse with every passing minute. You had just stoked the fire and settled under the blankets, savoring the faded scent of Osferth that lingered on them. You closed your eyes, only intending on resting for a moment but before you knew it you were being woken up by someone shaking you and calling your name. When you opened your eyes, you were surprised to see Sihtric standing over you.

“Y/N, we need you in the hall… now.” he said hurriedly, worry written across his face.

“Where’s Osferth?” you asked, quickly jumping out of bed and slipping your feet into your boots.

“That’s why we need you, Y/N.” he said, making your heart drop. He must’ve seen the panic on  your face before quickly adding. “He’s alive, I swear it. But he’s weak. You said you were a healer… well, he needs some healing. Badly. And it took me long enough to find you, so come on.”

You rushed out the door after him, both of you running straight to the main hall. As soon as you burst through the doors your eyes searched for him, finding him sitting in a chair with his leg propped up, surrounded by the men. Finan stood behind him, holding tightly onto his shoulders while Uhtred applied pressure to the wound on his leg.

You ran over, not saying a word to any of them and immediately going into autopilot, inspecting his leg and seeing the large gash. You barked out orders to the others to fetch you clean water, a needle, and some thread. They ran off to get you what you needed, leaving you alone with Osferth for the moment.

“I told you I’d come back to you, love.” he chuckled, grimacing as he tried to ignore the shooting pain in his leg.

“Yes, and I’m so glad you did. And as much as I’d love to take you home and show you just how much I missed you, you’re hurt and I need to fix you first.” you said. Your insinuation made his face grow hot for a moment before everyone rushed back with what you needed.

You tried your best to keep your face neutral as you cleaned the wound on his leg but you caught yourself wincing whenever he did. You gently patted the area dry and glanced up at Finan who stood behind him. You didn’t have to tell him what to do, his hand instantly coming down to grip Osferths shoulders tight. Uhtred and Sihtric were on either side of him, prepared to hold him down if needed.

He tried his best to keep still and keep quiet as you stitched up the gash in his leg. And you have to admit, he sat like a rock compared to some men. When you were finished you quickly put away the supplies before looking at Finan.

“Let’s get him home.” you said quietly, carefully helping Osferth stand up on his good leg. Finan was at his other side, helping hold him up as you made your way out of the hall and towards his house.

“He was a true warrior out there, little witch.” Finan said, grinning at you as you both made your way into the house and got Osferth settled on the bed. Once he was settled, Finan grinned in your direction. “He may be injured but I think the baby monk deserves a proper welcome home from his lady.”

You laughed, looking over at Osferth laying on the bed who was looking anywhere but at your face. Your dirty thoughts were already waging a war in your head.

“Oh, I plan on showing him just how grateful I am that he’s returned to me. Now get out and leave me to welcome my warrior home properly.” you chuckled, practically pushing Finan out the door before shutting it behind him and locking it.

You turned back to Osferth who hadn’t said a word since you got to the house. He looked around the small space, taking in your belongings mixed with his. You watched him carefully as he pulled the blankets up to his nose and took a deep breath.

“You’ve been staying here.” he said. It was a statement, not a question. But he didn’t seem upset.

“I have. I’ve missed you terribly. I just felt closer to you here.” you admitted, going over to kneel next to the bed so you were face to face with him. You must have looked worried because he instantly reassured you.

“I’m glad you’ve been here. I would’ve asked you to come live with me sooner or later. Plus now the bed smells like you… it’s comforting.”

You reached your hand out to caress his face, smiling at the warmth of his skin under your fingertips. He smiled at you, reaching his hand up to cover yours. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his gently. You didn’t want to push him too far since he was injured. But he surprised you, moving his hand to the back of your head and pressing his lips harder against yours. You whimpered in response, gently pulling away to look at him

“My love, you're hurt. I don’t want to risk hurting you.” you said, nudging your nose against his affectionately. He chuckled, grinning at you.

“Just get up here with me.” he said, moving himself over to make room for you. Thankfully the bed was big enough for two people.

You moved off the floor and crawled into bed with him, sliding beneath the blankets. You could feel the heat coursing through your veins, having never been this intimate with him before. He turned onto his side to face you and let an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer until your chest and stomach were pressed against his.

“I was so worried about you.” you admitted, your voice barely audible.

“I know. But I came back to you just like I said I would.” he said, obviously proud of himself.

“Osferth, my love, I saw you on the battlefield.” you whispered, feeling the tears brimming your eyes as you spoke. He stayed silent and let you continue. “I had another vision three days ago. You were on the battlefield and you were bleeding so badly that I thought-” 

You stopped yourself, feeling yourself begin to choke on a silent sob. Reliving the vision was no easier, even when Osferth was safe in your arms. His hand rubbed up and down your side, easing your anxiety.

“I thought I was gonna die out there.” he said. You looked at him with worried eyes but didn’t say anything. “The battle was over and won by the time the others found me. I had been in and out of consciousness for god knows how long at that point. I’d lost so much blood I didn’t even realize that I was being carried off the battlefield by Uhtred until he spoke of you.”

“Me? What did he say?”

“He said ‘Y/N’s gonna need a husband soon enough, so don’t you dare die on us.’” he said, smiling at you.

“Uhtred said that? Was that him giving you his blessing or something?” you questioned, your eyes going wide at the statement.

“Mhmm. He told me that whenever the time was right, I had his permission. Finan and Sihtric were the worst though, teasing me relentlessly. They wouldn’t shut up about it. Kept saying… well…” he trailed off, his face growing red. 

“What did they say, Os?” you asked, teasingly running your hand up his arm.

“T-they kept saying I wasn’t allowed to die because you would, uh, w-want to… hump me when I got back.”

His face was practically on fire as he spoke and you could feel the heat bubbling in your core at the thought. You clenched your thighs together in a poor attempt to quell the heat.

“Is that what kept you fighting to come home?” you teased, squeezing his bicep lightly. 

“The thought of you, and you alone, is what brought me home. Although, those thoughts did keep me warm the last few nights.” he admitted, sheepishly letting his eyes meet yours.

“You thought about humping me, baby monk? Is that what you want?” you teased, praying to the gods he would say yes.

“I… I mean, uh, I mean I do, but only if you want to.” he rushed out, looking almost terrified.

You grinned, moving your hand up to brush some hair off his forehead. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest at his confession, only stoking the fire in your belly.

“I want to, Os. I would’ve let you bed me before you left if we would’ve had the time.” you confessed while maneuvering yourself closer, carefully hitching your leg over his hip so your groin was flush against him. You could feel how hard he was and couldn’t help but rock gently against him.

“Oh my god!” he whimpered, causing you to smirk.

“Do you want me, baby monk?” you asked, gently bucking your hips again, only this time he let his hips move with yours. His cock pressed hard against your clothed cunt, making you whine.

“You know I do, my little witch. But it sounds like you want me too.” he said, sounding a bit cocky.

“I do. So bad.” you said, gently pushing on his shoulders and onto his back. You now straddled his hips, the dress you wore was now gathered at your waist as you settled your cunt over his covered cock. “Now tell me what you want, Osferth.”

“Can we… can you..” he tried, his hands pulling gently at the fabric bunched around your waist.

“You want me to take this off?” you teased. Before he could answer, your hands gripped the edge of your dress and pulled it up over your head, leaving you bare in front of him. His eyes raked greedily over your body, stopping briefly at your cunt before coming back up to settle on your breasts. Your nipples hardened under his gaze as the cool air swept over your body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” he murmured, his eyes flicking up to yours.

“Such foul language from someone so holy.” you joked, leaning forward a bit so your breasts were pushed together.

“My love, please.” he begged, completely unsure of what he was begging for.

“You can touch me, Os. Need you to touch me.” you whined and grabbed both of his hands to bring them up to your breasts, gently guiding his fingers to squeeze the soft flesh. You couldn’t contain your moans as he took over, no longer needing your assistance in kneading your breasts and letting his thumbs flick gently over your hardened peaks.

“My god, your tits are perfect.” he moaned as you began to gently rock your hips over his bulge.

��Mmm why am I the only one naked?” you asked, never stopping the rocking of your hips, enjoying the feel of his rough pants against your throbbing clit.

“Would you like me to take my clothes off, my little witch?” he asked, running his hands from your breasts, gently down your ribcage.

“I would, my love. I should assist you though. I don’t need you ripping your stitches.”

You carefully shimmied off of him, kneeling next to him on the bed. Your hands went to his tunic, pushing it upwards, slowly revealing his pale skin. He sat up, helping you tug the fabric over his head and tossing it to the floor. Your pussy clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled. The sight of his skin was enough to have you literally dripping down your thighs. He laid back against the pillows, letting his face scan yours. He could see the obvious arousal swirling in your eyes and noticed you rubbing your thighs together in anticipation.

“Are you aroused, my little witch?” he asked, already knowing the answer. You nodded silently. You could see his shy demeanor peeking through again when he spoke again. “C-can… can I see?”

You smirked at his question and nodded your head, slowly parting your thighs and leaning back on one hand to make sure he had a perfect view. You let your hand run down your stomach to your pussy, using two fingers to spread your lips apart so he could see your glistening inner folds and your swollen clit that practically begged for attention.

“Oh Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, woman!” he groaned, his eyes focused on your cunt and the way it was clenching around nothing. You giggled, feeling several drops of your arousal begin to drip down your thighs before you let your fingers swipe it up. You offered your fingers to Osferth, giving him a sickeningly sweet smile.

“You wanna taste, baby?”  you asked, innocence dripping from your voice like venom.

“Let me taste you, sweetheart.” he said, opening his mouth enough for you to push your two fingers past his lips. His lips closed around your digits and he sucked gently, making sure his tongue got every drop of your essence from your fingers. You slowly withdrew your fingers from his mouth, immediately bringing the spit coated digits to your clit, rubbing slow circles over it and moaning weakly. You watched his cock twitch in his pants, making your mouth salivate.

“Osferth, baby, your pants have got to go. I need to see you… to feel you.” you whined, moving your hands to untie his pants. He carefully lifted his hips, allowing you to pull the fabric down. His hard cock slapped up against his stomach, causing your eyes to go wide and your cunt to drip even more. He must have taken notice of the look on your face, pure shock shining in your wide eyes.

“Is… is it ok?” he asked, suddenly very shy, worried he wasn’t up to your standards. You snapped yourself out of it before replying.

“More than ok, my love. You’re perfect. I’d imagined you’d be, uh, well endowed, but you’re much bigger than my imagination could have ever come up with.” you answered breathlessly, your eyes locked on his cock.

You carefully helped slide his pants the rest of the way down his long legs, being sure to be extra careful around his stitches. Once his pants were off he spread his legs slightly and let his hand come down to wrap around his length, slowly stroking himself while he stared at your body. You noticed his gaze was now fixed on your swaying breasts as you crawled your way back up the bed until you were straddling his thighs. You stared down at him, watching the way he pleasured himself while he admired your body.

“Osferth…” you said, getting his attention. He stopped his movements, looking up into your eyes.

“Yes, my love?”

“Have you ever…?”  you trailed off, hoping he’d catch on. Thankfully he did.

“No, uh, I haven’t. I wanted the right woman in my life first. And thank god I’ve finally found her.” he said, grinning at you.

“Are you sure you want it to be me, Os?” you asked quietly.

“You mean everything to me, sweetheart. You’re it for me. I’ll never love another the way that I love you.” he said proudly. It took you a moment to realize what he’d just said.

“You love me?” you whispered, still in shock, but feeling your heart do happy flips in your chest.

“Of course I do, Y/N. I love you so much. More than anything.”

You were so happy you could almost cry, but you held back your tears.

“Osferth, I love you too. I’m so thankful that the gods have blessed me with the gift of sight, allowing me to know you before I’d even met you. But now I have you all to myself. I’m never letting you go, my sweet baby monk.” you said, shifting until your pussy was hovering over his hard, now leaking cock.

You didn’t say a single word as you reached down between your bodies to grip his cock in your warm hand, lining up his leaking tip with your entrance. You locked eyes with him, seeing him breathing heavily and his eyes wide. He nodded at you, giving you the approval you needed to finally take what belongs to you.

You slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, the stretch making you moan and whimper. Osferth had his head thrown back in pleasure and moaned loudly as your pussy engulfed his throbbing length. When you looked down to see you’d only taken about half of his length you whimpered, knowing you’d be feeling this in the following days.

“You’re so tight, little witch… so fucking tight!” Osferth groaned beneath you, doing everything in his power not to thrust his hips up into you so he wouldn’t hurt you. You couldn’t help but experimentally squeeze around him, watching his eyes roll back as he moaned out your name. “Y/N, oh fuck! Don’t do that or this will be over before we’ve even started.”

You couldn’t help but giggle before forcing yourself to calm down. After another minute of adjusting and slowly sliding yourself the rest of the way down his length, you were finally fully seated in his lap with him deep inside you. Leaning down, you braced your hands on either side of his head.

“You’re mine now.” you whispered, locking your eyes on his. He simply smiled up at you.

“I’ve always been yours, my love.” he whispered back.

You slowly began rocking your hips, your eyes fluttering at the feeling of his cock sliding against your wet walls, keeping you stretched open around him. You watched Osferths mouth drop open in a moan, his eyes shutting as he basked in the feeling of your wet heat. The coarse hair at the base of his cock rubbed deliciously against your throbbing clit, making you whine.

“Os, my love, feels so fucking good!” you whimpered, moving your hands to his chest, pushing yourself higher above him. 

You rose your hips, feeling about half of his length slip out of you before you lowered yourself again. You could feel Osferth twitch inside you as you did it again, slowly picking up your pace and fucking yourself on his cock.

“My beautiful little witch, your cunt feels amazing squeezing my cock. Mmm move faster, sweetheart!” he groaned, grabbing your hips to help you bounce faster on his dick. Your cunt fluttered erratically around his cock at his words. You never imagined Osferth was capable of such filth coming from his perfect lips.

You did as he asked and bounced faster, the sound of your skin slapping against his resonating throughout the room. The look of Osferth beneath you, sweat forming on his skin and glistening in the light of the fire had you going feral. You could hear the wet squelching of your juices coating his cock as you continued to bounce in his lap.

“Fuck, our lovemaking sounds so filthy! I fucking love it!” you growled, leaning down to capture his lips, biting gently before moving down to his neck. You latched yourself onto the soft skin and sucked a mark on to his neck, making him moan loudly. You chuckled against the skin, only pulling back when you knew he’d have a dark purple mark that would last for at least a week. 

“Y/N, little witch, I’m close.” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips so hard that you knew he’d leave bruises. You slowly stopped your movements, not ready for this to be over.

“Not yet, baby monk. I’m not done with you yet.” you said, your voice laced with mischief as you slowly slid off his cock, hissing as the sudden emptiness you felt.

“What are you doing?” he asked, watching you scoot yourself backwards to sit between his legs. You rubbed your hands up and down his thighs a few times and smirked up at him.

“Do you trust me, baby monk?” you asked sweetly.

“With my life, little witch.” he answered.

Without warning you gripped the base of his cock with your hand and leaned down, sucking the head of his cock between your plush lips. You glanced up at him to see him staring down at you with wide eyes, his breathing heavy. You kept eye contact as you swirled your tongue around his sensitive tip, making a whimper bubble up in his throat. Your heart practically exploded at the sweet sound.

He didn’t look away once, not even as you slowly engulfed him in the wet heat of your mouth. You suctioned your lips tightly around him as you pulled back up, making sure that you collected every drop of your own juices from his cock. You pulled back only long enough to lick your lips and swallow down your essence before descending on his cock again, sucking long and hard while your hand worked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

Feeling the vein on the underside of his cock pulsing, you flattened your tongue against it and added pressure, making Osferth moan. His hand came down to tangle in your hair, slowly guiding your mouth up and down his cock. You moaned around his dick, causing him to cry out.

“Jesus Christ, little witch! Oh fuck, your mouth is so sinful… so good!” he praised, yanking lightly on your hair and making you moan again. “Mmm I want to make you feel this good, baby. Can I? Please, Y/N?”

You slowly pulled off his cock and licked your lips, gently wiping your chin with the back of your hand where a mix of saliva and precum had begun to drip.

“You want to lick me, baby monk?” you asked, your voice carrying an almost teasing tone.

“Yes, sweet girl. Come up here. Let me lick your pretty little cunt.” he said eagerly, reaching for you. 

You let him grab you, pulling you until you were hovering over his face. He gave you no time to adjust, pulling your hips down so you were practically sitting on his mouth, his nose pressed directly against your clit and his tongue immediately licking through your folds. 

You braced your hands on the wall in front of you, slowly rocking your hips with the movements of his tongue. He gently shook his head from side to side while he let his tongue delve into your dripping hole, his nose nudging repeatedly against your throbbing clit, making you squeal. He moaned into your cunt, slurping loudly as he made sure no drop of your juices went to waste.

Moans, whines, and wet slurping sounds echoed throughout the room as you continued to rock yourself against his mouth, fucking yourself on his tongue and his nose. You tried to lift your hips several times, but Osferth wouldn’t let you. His arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you tightly against his face.

“Osferth! Oh my god! Fuck, oh fuck, please! I’m so close… I need your cock… need to hump you! Please!” you moaned, trying once again to lift your hips off his face. 

He reluctantly let go of you, letting you shift back down his body instantly sliding yourself back onto his leaking cock. Your eyes fluttering shut as you sighed in relief, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, loving the feeling of being full of him. 

“Did you need my cock that badly, little witch? Seems like you’re right at home with my cock filling your needy little cunt.” he chuckled, mocking how badly you needed him.

“Don’t tease me, my love.” you cooed sweetly, your hands finding purchase on his chest. “It just feels so right to be filled by you. But you know what would feel even better?”

“What’s that, love?” he asked, reaching a hand up to brush your hair behind your ear.

“To be filled with your pups.” you whispered, staring down at him with lust in your eyes. His eyes went wide and you could feel his cock twitch hard inside you. He fucking liked the idea! “Would you like that, Os? To hump me day and night until my belly swells with your pup?”

“Oh god, yes!” he groaned. “But you don’t think it would be too soon?”

“Uhtred already gave you permission to marry me. I’m pretty sure that permission also applies to getting me pregnant.” you giggled, slowly beginning to roll your hips, gradually increasing your speed. You could already feel your juices sliding down his cock from how wet you were.

“You- oh god, fuck, you’re right. Let me get you pregnant, love.” he said, putting the weight on his one good leg and fucking you from below, moaning out his praises as one hand gripped your hip and the other reached up to grope at your breast. “You’ll look so good carrying my child. Oh god, and I can’t wait until these perfect tits fill up with milk.”

His words spurred you on, your nails digging slightly into his shoulder as he bounced you on his cock. You could feel the coil winding tighter in your belly, threatening to explode. You kept your eyes locked on his, trying to wordlessly convey how close to your end you were. If he couldn’t see it in your eyes, he could certainly feel it in your cunt as your walls pulsated rapidly as you neared your high.

“Os- fuck, Osferth! I’m… I’m gonna…” you whined, your voice now higher in pitch. Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to hold off your impending orgasm. “Please!”

“Cum for me! Y/N, oh fuck, cum for me, little witch!” he gasped, his hips pistoning into you at a pace you couldn’t keep up with. Both of his hands came to tightly grip your hips, holding you still as he chased both of your highs.

You could feel the rising heat, spreading through your body. The coil in your belly finally reached its peak and snapped, sending a blazing heat through your entire body. Your pussy clenched hard around his aching cock and you screamed in ecstasy.

“Osferth! F-fuck! Mmmm oh god… yes yes yes!” you screamed, your voice faltering into unintelligible whimpers. Osferths orgasm followed immediately, his body stilling beneath you, holding your hips tightly against his as he released inside you. 

“Fuck! Oh fuck, my little witch! So good for me, baby. So fucking good!” he moaned, forcing his eyes to stay open to watch you as the aftershocks from your own orgasm wracked through your body.

You whimpered more at the warmth filling your belly as his seed flooded your womb, hopefully landing you with a pup in the near future. You kept your hips firmly seated against his, making sure every drop of his spend would stay inside you. The aftershocks subsided a bit and you smiled down at him as you both tried to catch your breath. You slowly lifted your hips, letting his half hard cock slip out of your abused and swollen cunt. You both hissed at the feeling. Falling to the side, you both looked at each other, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

“I love you, Y/N. Truly, I do.” he said, a dopey grin on his face. You grinned, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek, your thumb rubbing soothingly over his cheekbone.

“And I love you, Osferth. More than you could ever know.” you responded, moving to cuddle against his side, hitching your leg over his hip, your leg just barely brushing his cock.

“So…about us getting married?” he questioned, giving you a shy smile.

“What about it, my love?”

“When?”

You laughed, nuzzling your face into his shoulder and pressing a kiss against the still flushed skin.

“I’d say tomorrow, but I’m thinking we should at least wait until your leg is healed.” you said, peppering more kisses across his skin.

“You’re probably right, my love. What shall we tell the others?”

“I don’t think we’ll need to say anything. I’m sure they already know. With how loud we were, I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole town knows what we just did.” you joked. You watched his face grow red with embarrassment, making you laugh again.

“We weren’t that loud… were we?” he asked sheepishly.

“My sweet baby monk, I’m sure the guys have already planned our wedding and are already expecting pups from us.” you said, briefly reaching down to pull one of the large furs over the both of you. “Now sleep. You’re injured and need your rest.”

His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, letting you drift to sleep in his arms.

The next morning the two of you were woken up by a bang, the door swinging open to be more specific. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and looked over to the door, seeing Finan, Sihtric, and Uhtred standing in the doorway. Osferth, groaned at the loud wakeup call and you just laughed, letting your head fall back against the pillows.

“It’s too early for this.” Osferth mumbled, glaring at the men in the doorway.

“Early? You’re confused! It’s nearly noon, baby monk! Did the little witch hump you so good last night that you can’t even wake up on time?!” Finan laughed, causing Uhtred and Sihtric to chime in.

“You know she did! They weren’t exactly quiet.” Sihtric jokes.

“So when’s the wedding?” Uhtred asked, smiling at the two of you.

Osferth turned to you and smiled. You smiled back, all the assurance he needed to answer his friend.

“As soon as my leg is healed I’m taking her as my wife.” he said proudly, pulling you closer to his side.

“Leave us in peace, boys. My man just got back from battle last night and I’d like to wake him up in a way that shows him just how grateful I am that he’s returned home to me. Now shoo!” You said, waving your hand at them so they would leave. You could hear them all cackling and joking about how their baby monk wasn’t as innocent as they thought he was as they all walked away, leaving you alone with Osferth once again.

“Now what way did you plan on waking me up, my little witch?” he asked.

“In a way that is most unholy, my love. With your cock down my throat and your tongue in my cunt.” you purred, leaning down to kiss his perfect lips.

Needless to say, nobody saw you two until supper time that evening. The teasing was plentiful as was the ale and good company. But seriously, who would have thought a Dane sorceress and a Saxon monk would fall in love?

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[ultracrazy-trashpanda]

celebrations

Pairing: Finan x f!Reader

Summary:

The camp is celebrating a battle that you have won, and while they drink and dance together, you sit by a lake alone. Finan has some ideas of what you could do instead.

Warnings: SMUT - 18+ - oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, fingering, riding, unsafe sex + creampie :D (enjoy) - plus words such as "cunt" are used to descibe reader's private parts. No use of Y/N, only petnames

Word Count: roughly 1.8K (posted to ao3, too)

You have won a battle again. All the warriors are celebrating, feasting and dancing around the bonfire. You had enough of it a while ago, and now you are sitting by the lake alone. You said to yourself it would be only for a short while, but it is not going exactly that way. 

“Is everything alright with ya’?” you hear from behind. You hum as you look up at Finan, who has a jug of ale in his hand. 

“Oh, I’m fine, Finan, don’t worry. I just...wanted a little calm and quiet.” you smile at the Irishman. 

“Ya wouldn’t mind some company, would ya?” he asks, and he doesn’t sit down until you tell him that you don’t mind him being with you. “You don’t have anything else bothering you, right?” 

“Nothing’s bothering me.” apart from maybe seeing so many people happily together, like Uhtred and Gisela, Sihtric and his wife... 

“It seems like something does...” he nudges you a little, and it makes you smile a little. “You should be celebratin’! We won! Feast! Drink ale! Dance! Get yourself a man to hump!” you laugh at his last suggestion. 

“As if there were available men in camp who are not only caring about their own pleasure.” you take his cup and a sip of ale. You didn’t have the best past relationship with men, especially your late husband, who has put himself before you in every situation possible. 

“I know at least one.” he raises his brows suggestively. You stare into his eyes, your cheeks reddening. You know what he means, but you are not sure in yourself. 

“Well, I don’t think he would want to be with me.” you say, teasingly, with a small smile. 

“That is nonsense, half the camp wants to be with you.” he chuckles. “It is irritating...” he starts but doesn’t finish the sentence. 

“What is irritating?” you ask, now hiding away your smile. 

“Listening to them. With the urge to beat each of ‘em up, but I can’t, because we need the numbers.” he rolls his eyes again. 

“Well, none of them dare come close to me. I am sure what you hear are only words, and nothing more.” you say to him, your smile coming through. “Now, this one man you know...you sure he is in that half of the camp who wants to be with me?” you say cheekily, and you are not sure if he is catching on. 

“Oh, I am very sure.” he turns to you, only now realizing that you have been staring at him the whole time. “Very, very sure.” he says, his voice lowering as he leans slowly closer. “Darlin’...” 

“Yes?” you ask back as your noses are touching. 

“May I?” he asks, quietly, only for you to hear, although it is not like anyone else is nearby. 

 “You may.” you say, cupping his cheek as he leans in closer, capturing your lips with his. You giggle into it, his beard tickling you. He gets on his knees, and starts kissing down to your neck, sucking on your sensitive skin, making you moan. “Finan, please...” 

“How do you want it?” he murmurs between shaggy breaths. “Do you want to lay down, and I give you everything, or should I lay down and you take everything yourself?” 

“Both. One after the other.” you gasp a little, pulling him in for another kiss. He pushes you back, so you lay down in the soft grass, with him lying above you. For a few minutes, he is just laying on you, kissing you sweetly, letting you wrap your arms and legs around his body. He himself holds you tight, finally having you all for himself. He grinds down on you, and you feel him get harder through all the clothes. 

He starts kissing down your neck, setting your moans free again. With one hand, he unties your shirt, revealing only the top of your chest just yet, and kisses all over what bare skin he can find. What gets him a little frustrated, is that there are no more knots on your shirt, or buttons, and he doesn’t want to sit you up, as you just laid down. 

“How much do you like this shirt?” he asks. 

“It’s nothing special.” and as you say it, he rips it apart right in the middle, making you giggle a little at his eagerness. It didn’t surprise you at all. He is fast to attack one of your breasts, kissing you and sucking there, while massaging the other, earning more and more moans and whines from you. 

To his dismay, he has to lean away from you to remove the rest of your clothing. He is on his knees, looking down at your bare form. He has to stop for a moment, to keep his composure and keep it slow at the beginning. 

“Don’t you think...you are a little over dressed?” you ask, just before you would shudder from a breeze. Maybe the two of you didn’t think it all through. He gets up, grabbing you and carrying you away. 

“Don’t worry, my tent is nearby.” he says with a cheeky smile, watching out for the others so they don’t see the two of you. You giggle, hiding your face in his neck. He walks fast towards his tent, setting you down on his bed, where you are swallowed by the furs, and a sigh leaves your lips at the warmth. 

He takes off his own shirt, too, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him. It is not the first time you have seen him shirtless, oh no, but this time, it is all for you. He looks deep into your eyes as he starts to untie his pants. 

“Ya like what ya see?” he asks, raising his chin a little. 

“I don’t know, I might have to take a closer look.” you sit up and help him to untie his pants, as he is struggling with it a little. He groans. “I really like what I see.” you smile up at him before laying back and watching him take the rest of his clothes off. Your eyes wander over his body, his muscles, his scars, his thick, hard cock. You swear, throwing your head back. 

He just chuckles at that, then crawls back onto the bed and above you. He smiles down at you as he moves to kiss your jaw, then your throat, and from then on down to your stomach... 

He has his hands on your hips gripping into your skin, but one slides down to feel how wet you are. You gasp a little, then moan as he circles your hole. He pushes a finger inside, not breaking eye contact with you as he does so, then another one. You moan louder with each thrust of his fingers. 

“Come on sweetheart, I can’t hear ya’.” he smirks, latching onto your pussy. 

“Fuck! Finan...” you let out, throwing your head back. 

He works you slowly, moaning at your taste. You sneak a hand into his hair, which makes him even more desperate. You stroke and pull his hair slightly, moving him where you most want him. A chill goes down your spine, and you shake in his arms, making him chuckle. 

“Finan...” 

“Let it out, darlin’.” he says against your skin, picking up his pace as he feels you getting closer to your peak. You curse and try to close your legs, locking him in place between your thighs. He moans, rolling his eyes out of pure pleasure. He feels like he just ascended into a heaven he will never get into. 

You are soon arching your back, reaching your high, crying out his name. You pant, feeling as your legs give out, with a hand over your lips. He is still licking up your folds, but he is much gentler than he was before. 

“Heavens...” you sigh. 

“That good, ha?” he crawls up to look down at you, some of your juices glistening in his beard. 

You smile then laugh. “Very good, yes. Very good.” you nod, trying to clean his beard, even though you think he looks really good like that. “Can’t wait to have you inside of me...” you say quietly, and he groans, hiding his face in the crook your neck and leaving kisses there. 

“The things you say, you filthy heathen...” you laugh as you push him away and down onto the bed. You straddle him, your wet cunt making contact with his hard cock. You feel him twitch as you slide your folds over his base. 

He sits up, grabbing into your hips. You are on your knees, doing your best to help him guide himself inside you. He kisses you gently, as he pushes inside. You let out a long moan, which he devours instantly. 

You lean away to look him in the eyes. Into his pretty, dark eyes. You smile, giving him a peck on the lips as you caress his cheeks. 

“So handsome...” you say with a grin on your face. 

“Says the most beautiful creature amongst all people.” he huffs out. “Ya have no idea, just how heavenly ya look. If someone said to me ya are an angel, I would believe them.” 

You chuckle. “Give me a minute and you will think of me differently.” 

He hums with a smile. “Perhaps ya are a devil in disguise?” 

You kiss him, moving your hips faster. “Perhaps.” you murmur between kisses. You grab his shoulders for leverage, as you start riding his cock even faster. 

“Oh, fuck...” he moans. He bucks up into you involuntarily, making you cry out his name. He kisses down to your neck and sucks, leaving red bruises all over your skin there. “Darlin’...” 

“Finan!” you cry out his name before you reach your peak again. Your cunt clenches around his cock, making him release his seed deep inside you. 

He holds you close as he rests his head on your shoulder, grabbing into your hips with a vice grip. You pant into his ear, giving him some featherlight kisses. He holds his own lips against your skin, not exactly kissing, but just keeping them there. 

You run your hand through his hair, tugging gently, encouraging him to look up at you. You peck his lips, and he smiles fondly at you. He pulls out and you groan, feeling as his seed flows out of you. He grabs a cloth and cleans both of you off. 

“Everything alright?” he asks as you lay down on the bed and he sits down next to you. 

“Yes, my love.” you smile. “Now, come and rest with me.” 

And he does, laying down next to you and enveloping you in his arms, almost instantly falling asleep next to you. 

The next morning, you let Finan sleep in, and you walk out of his tent, just to be greeted by the other three, who are joined by the hip. 

“I told you so.” says Osferth. Uhtred rolls his eyes and Sihtric tosses silver coins at his head. 

[ladyinred2248]

The Scottish Princess, Finan x Reader

Summary: Finan meets King Constantin's daughter in Winchester, who is emotionally manipulated by King Alfred and is seeking a reprieve. Multiple parts, WIP.

TW: Emotional manipulation, Panic attacks, Sexual Themes. Mature. Minors DNI.

Your father had secured the borders of Scotland from all directions and felt steadfast in his treaty with King Alfred, a new treaty of peace that you had organized almost singularly during a visit to Wessex. What he did not know is exactly how you had managed to achieve this peace treaty between your nations. 

You were coming of age now, a young woman of 20 years and for the past few years since the treaty had been enacted, you would journey to Wessex every Spring through Autumn and bestow news of the north and surrounding kingdoms to King Alfred as part of the union between nations. Well, at least that is what it seemed to outsiders and to Lady Aelswith. Alfred took a great liking to you, and the two of you had been having an affair for two years now. Although sexually you were pleased to share Alfred’s bed, emotionally you felt unfulfilled, and the guilt of the affair was tearing you apart. You knew Alfred did not think of you as indispensable, as he would never betray his beloved Aelswith - whether for personal reasons or political - so you were determined to end the affair this Spring when you arrived back in Wessex. Any feelings that had grown for the King inside your heart were unrealistic, and you often reminded yourself of this during the winters back home in Scotland when you missed his presence and his touch. When you were in Wessex, you spent months together whilst knowing that he had an obligation to fulfill his husbandly duties as well as those of Kingship, giving him space to do so. However, you were always at his beck and call to return to him every other night as he demanded. It was youth’s foolishness at its peak, and you were consistently manipulated by his handsome charms. It made you feel like a simple whore rather than a woman of nobility. When Alfred sent word that he wanted you to travel to Wessex again this Spring, you had decided to obey, if only to escape the monotony of palace life, yearning for a glimpse of the outside world away from your duties and decorating your father, the King’s, presence. But you were determined to end the affair this year, once and for all, in hopes you could find a noble man and start living again.

You arrived in Winchester on a Spring morning, arriving through the gates with your guard and almost immediately being gestured to the palace by Alfred’s men. 

“Your Highness. The King awaits you urgently.” His guardsman stated, taking you away wistfully into the palace.

As you were guided through the palace corridors, three men passed you by. There was one leading while two others walked slightly behind him, the leader seemingly a Dane judging by his looks with long hair pulled into braids, and kohl blackened eyes that were as blue as the ocean. The second was young, perhaps younger than you, a true Dane it seemed as you took in his armor and stature. The third man was different, a bearded Saxon man with tall, broad shoulders and a breathtaking physique.

The Leader nodded to you with a smirk as he passed, and you managed a small smile. As you passed them by, you turned your head back in order to gain another glimpse of the Saxon, who met your gaze as he did the exact same thing.

You entered the King’s hall, a guard gesturing for you to enter the bedchamber. You pushed the door open slowly, peeking in and around, and it instantly made you feel dread in the pit of your stomach. The feeling of being deceitful that you knew all too well.

“Lord King,” you addressed Alfred as soon as he made his presence known from the back corner.

“Hello, Princess.” he managed to speak out before moving for you quickly, lustfully grabbing your body and bestowing a searing kiss to your lips, his tongue tracing yours as you wrapped your arms around him. You fell into his embrace with ease for several moments until he motioned you closer to his bed. You pulled away from him to speak.

“Lord King, I - we must speak,” you managed to get out as his lips came to your neck and his hands ravaged across your body.

“Later,” he whispered as he tugged at the straps of your dress.

“Lord King!” You addressed him sternly, pushing him away from you. Alfred paused and adjusted himself and his clothing, then looked into your eyes.

“My apologies, Your Highness. My hunger for you is… unwaning, it seems. We have been apart for a long time. Come, sit.” He said calmly as he gestured you over to the table in his chamber. You smirked at him, grabbing his hand in yours to squeeze it for a moment which led him to give you a soft, half smile. He always had a very serious demeanor.

“Tell me how your Kingdom fared this past Winter. Tell me what is on your mind.”  He said quietly as he looked at you from across the table.

“It fared well, Lord King, despite a raid or two to the East.” You replied softly. You continued to update him on current events, and then grew silent as your mind switched to the inevitable.

“Lord King, we cannot… I cannot keep traveling to Winchester to live a lie.” You spoke.

Alfred looked down and contemplated for a moment. 

“Life is rarely fair,” He said softly, his half smile returning as he took your hand in his. “Are you telling me that you no longer want me?”

You hesitated to answer his question. It’s not that you didn’t want him. The physical chemistry between the two of you was there. It was the dynamic, the politics, the deception of it all.

He waited a moment for you to reply, and when you didn’t, he stood from the table and walked over to you. The King gestured you up from the table, taking your hand and leading you to the bed. He kissed you hungrily, his hands running up and down your body as you returned his gestures. Before your mind could catch up, you were naked in the presence of the King, in his bed with his body on top of yours. He gave your body what it had been aching for all winter, bringing you to the edge beneath him several times, but the emotional connection was lacking. You wondered if you loved him. How could you not? This was the third Spring that you had answered his call. It was impossible to not get attached. But love? That had to be deeper, you thought. You knew it had to. This could not be love; It could only bring misery to all. You succumbed to desire, the desire to feel wanted or cherished, even if it wasn’t ideal.

You left Alfred’s chamber in a haze, the guards showing you to your quarters. As you got settled and tried to calm the nerves festering within you, you decided that you would go for a walk, perhaps to the Alehouse in Winchester to blow off some steam. After all, being Scottish royalty in Winchester gave you discretion as you were not well known. You adorned your cloak and left the palace, being careful not to be seen by Alfred’s guards.

You approached the bustling Alehouse as dusk settled, taking care to be aware of your surroundings but also moving with confidence. Another reason that you agreed to come to Winchester every year was so that you could feel a sense of freedom, normalcy even that was not alloted to you by your overbearing father. You stepped inside the Alehouse, coming to the counter to request a drink.

Uhtred, Finan, and Sihtric had been at a table nearby, laughing and chatting as they drank. As you stood at the counter you took the hood of your cloak down and as Finan glanced over, he recognized you from the palace instantly. His typical boisterous confidence waned as he watched you from across the room, tempted to walk up to you and speak but he hesitated.

As you took a few large gulps of ale, you glanced across the room and caught the Irishman staring at you. He looked down quickly, but you held your gaze on him and recognized him immediately as well. You held your gaze until he felt your eyes on him, looking up again to meet your eyes with a smirk before getting pulled back into conversation with the men. You assumed that this had to be Lord Uhtred and his men, as you heard everyone address Uhtred as “Lord.” Alfred had told you of Uhtred, hearing valiant stories of him and the men who followed him, but you had yet to have the pleasure of introductions. The King preferred you to be discreet.

As you finished another mug of ale, you placed coins on the counter and stood to leave, walking back out into the crisp night air, knowing that the King would get suspicious of your whereabouts if you stayed away for too long. 

A presence in the dark startled you outside as you reached for your dagger, only to come in contact with Lord Uhtred’s mysterious Saxon man.

“I, uh, sorry.. I didn’t mean to scare ya.” Finan said with a soft chuckle and his hands raised.

You giggled as you sheathed your dagger. “That’s alright... I’m sorry, but I don’t entertain men from Alehouses.” 

Finan laughed. “I didn’t assume that you did. You are a noble, yes? This can’t be a safe place for ya.”

You observed Finan’s stance and assumed his kindness was genuine. He smiled softly at you with twinkling dark eyes and you returned the smile as you spoke.

“I am fine, thank you. I can take care of myself.” You replied, turning to walk away down the street.

Finan nervously hesitated, trying to think of what to say to make you stay with him for a moment. He thought you were enchanting and your confidence attracted him. He moved quickly to catch up with you.

“Hey! Uh, maybe I could escort you back?” He asked.

You noted his accent. It wasn’t Scottish, it was Irish.

“Well…I suppose.” You answered.

He walked next to you quietly for a moment. 

“Your accent.. you are far from home, lady.” Finan said as you met his eyes, giving him a smirk.

“So are you.” 

Finan was easy to talk with and comfortable to be around, something you had experienced so seldomly at the palace or back home with all the intolerable noble men. He coaxed deep laughs from your belly, making you realize how long it had been since you had laughed at all. He flirted with you subtly, pinching your side to tickle you as you giggled.

As the two of you got closer to the Palace after your long walk, the same familiar dread festered in the pit of your stomach. You took a hand to your belly, taking a deep breath as anxiety hit you again, stopping to lean against a tree. You couldn’t keep living this way. But as far as you knew - Alfred could have as much control as he wanted over you. Especially now that you had submitted yourself to him again.

Finan looked at you and witnessed the disdain and discomfort you held, his brows furrowing with concern as he leaned his arm above you against the same tree.

“Hey, are ya alright?” 

You hesitated before answering, taking a gulp as tears filled your eyes. 

“No… no I am not… I cannot go back, I cannot!!!” You responded as your hands started shaking, a panic attack festering inside you as your heart raced to no end.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Finan said lightheartedly as he took your arms gently, gesturing for you to sit down with him. “Just breathe, you’re okay… you’re okay,” he whispered as he took your hands, looking into your eyes. He was so familiar with what you were going through.

“I cannot… I cannot…” you continued to pant as you sat with Finan on the ground, tears falling from your eyes onto your warm cheeks. He interlaced his fingers with yours as he sat with you, looking at you intently. 

“Breathe with me, pretty girl… it's going to be okay. I’m here with ya.” He comforted, bringing you back down to earth slowly.

After your breathing had come closer to normal and you stopped shaking as much in Finan’s hands, he took the back of his hand to your cheek, a slight caress that continued to bring your awareness back. 

“What is it that you fear? Has someone mistreated ya?” He whispered.

You brought your eyes to Finan’s again, hesitating to answer for a moment as you looked into his deep brown eyes. 

“I…the King, he… I am ashamed…” is all you could muster out, tears filling your eyes again as Finan looked at you.

“I’ve heard he’s a real arse when it comes to women...” Finan responded with disdain.

“I just… I can’t do it anymore. He controls my life and I can’t live like this anymore,” You replied sternly as your anxiety turned to anger. You got up from your seated position, starting to walk in the opposite direction of the palace.

Finan stood and trudged after you. “Lady, uh, where are ya goin’?”

“Anywhere but here.” You mumbled, just loud enough for Finan to hear.

“Lady,” Finan started as he caught up to you and sighed. “… it’s not safe for ya to wander the streets at night. You can have my room at the Inn.”

Tears fell from your eyes again as you turned around and came closer to Finan, burying your face in his chest as your arms wrapped around his torso. He let you grasp him for a moment, hesitant at first, then brought his strong arms around you to hold you. You stayed with him like that for a moment, until Finan grew nervous, looking around for onlookers for fear of being seen with you. He pulled away and took your hand in his.

“Come, let’s go.” 

You nodded and followed him to the Inn, his large strong hand enveloping yours. It was quiet and only a few townspeople were out and about. He took you up the stairs to a modest room, and as you entered Finan fumbled with his things, nervously preoccupying himself with making space for you. He then lit the hearth, quietly keeping to himself as you took in the space.

The King had noticed your absence as the night hour grew late, and he was silently furious.

“Lord King, she is not within the Palace.” Alfred’s guard told him after they had searched high and low for you throughout the grounds.

Your anxiety had ceased now that you were within four walls, but you were aware of Finan keeping his distance from you as he sat at the table, pouring you both a glass of wine. He turned to look at you and handed you the glass.

“You can, uh.. have the bed.” He mumbled as you looked at him, searing into his gaze and making his heart race. You took the glass from him, taking a sip before setting it down, your eyes remaining on him. He was stunning, even with all of his armor you imagined his body would be tantalizing underneath it. You hadn’t been in the close presence of a true warrior such as this, and he was treating you so sweetly, a pure gentleman. He had settled your body and mind just by being near. In a strange way, it made your heart and your core ache for him.

You took Finan’s hand again, this time turning his palm up and bringing it to your mouth, bestowing a wet kiss to his calloused palm. He took a deep breath as he watched you, his eyes lingering on your lips as you traced his hand with them. He felt his cock grow hard and pulled his hand away from you, holding your eye contact.

“Do you not crave a woman’s touch?” You whispered to him as he held your gaze.

He smirked at you, his eyes deep with lust.

“And if it gets me killed? I have a feeling that you are an important woman.” 

You looked at him innocently, moving closer to him until your noses almost touched. You longed to kiss him and feel his tongue, the combination of ale and his handsome gaze on you making you feel steadfast in your feelings of wanton desire. You longed for him to touch your body and fulfill your needs as you witnessed the light red flush across his cheeks.

“You can take pleasure from me, Irishman. I permit it.” You whispered in his ear, giving Finan a deep shudder throughout his body. You bravely brought your hand down to graze at his hard cock in his trousers, causing Finan to let out a soft moan.

“Not… until you tell me who ya are.” He replied sternly as he jumped away, looking at you with the same desire but a change in his eyes.

You sighed, turning away from him as you stepped away slowly. He watched you as you crossed your arms and turned back to face him. You didn’t want to admit who you were to him. You would rather enjoy yourself and be ravaged by a man who didn’t seek to control your life.

“The daughter of King Constantin.” You replied hesitantly.

Finan’s eyes widened as his breath caught in his throat, causing him to cough before he spoke.

“No. No way. This is not happenin’. Absolutely not!” 

You released your arms and came closer to him again, putting your hands on his arms and seeking to align with Finan’s gaze again as his shocked expression didn’t fade.

“I only seek to be my own woman.” You muttered to him.

“No. Not only are you a royal, but Alfred desires you? No. I value my freedom, lady.” He said, pulling away from your grasp.

You sighed as you watched him walk back to the table, pouring a glass of ale and turning back to look at you as he gulped it down, then sat down with a sigh.

“You can stay here for tonight. That… is all.” He commanded.

You smirked at him. “Thank you, Finan.”

“No, don’t thank me. In fact… stay over there,” he gestured at the distance between you, chuckling lightly.

You grinned at him and took a few steps closer to him, grabbing your cup of wine from the table and taking a drink. Finan immediately stood from the table, begging distance from you.

“No! Nope,” he said with his hands up as he stepped away from you. His actions made you giggle again.

“Finan, I am not the devil!” You chuckled.

Finan laughed deeply, grabbing his ale and taking a gulp as you continued to slowly come close to him, backing him into a wall.

“Keep your distance from me, temptress!” He chuckled, signing the cross at his chest with his hand, dodging your attempt to come closer to him.

You grabbed his hand with yours and pulled him towards you as he continued to pull away.

“Agh,” he groaned.

You giggled and brought your face close to his, your noses touching as you both became serious. You grazed your lips softly over his, waiting for him to deepen your soft touch into a kiss as he bestowed his hands upon your hips, pulling you closer to him.

 Suddenly, a harsh knock came upon the door, Uhtred shouting from behind it.

“Finan, the King requests our assistance!” 

You pulled away from Finan, holding his eye contact as he shook his head.

“No, please… don’t answer.” You pleaded. Finan sighed as he looked at you, then walked away and gestured to open the door. Uhtred looked in and saw you standing there, keeping his gaze on you for a moment until he looked to Finan. Uhtred rolled his eyes.

“And what is this?!” Uhtred asked sternly, recognizing you from the palace.

“It’s… the reason the King asks for our assistance, I presume.” Finan smirked.

Sihtric had followed and joined Uhtred at the door, looking to you in surprise. He then looked at Finan and laughed, which brought a small smile to Uhtred’s lips.

@gemini-mama @bhxrdy @alexagirlie @whitedarkmoonflower @persephones-journey @king-alfred @itbmojojoejo

[deamonswh0re]

I want to fuck a monk I want to fuck a monk I want to fuck a monk I want to fuck a monk

[moonlight-rider25]

Ale House Maiden

Purely TLK sumt! Featuring reader, Finan, Sihtric, and Uhtred. 

Word count:  6019

Warnings: Rated X, swearing, light bondage, unprotected sex, all the jazz...

You've been serving at the Cookham ale house for as long as you can remember; a career choice your mother thought would fit you well seeing as your greatest qualities in life were your big bosoms and your ability to flirt with any man near. She wasn't wrong; and through the years the job served you well. Especially when intoxicated men became regulars leaving handsome tips for you. A few of those regulars in more recent years were none other than Lord Uhtred and his men. 

The moment they stepped through the ale house door your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. They were all devilishly handsome; their hair, their voices, their demeanor and the courageous ways they carried themselves, their huge toned bodies that towered over normal towns folk… not to mention their especially kind tips of silver. There was nothing that you loved daydreaming more, than the mere image of one of those strong men taking you in their arms and having their way with you up against the wall, or on a table, or even outside behind the ale house…

It was an especially rowdy night at the ale house, and you were nonstop from the moment its doors opened. A celebration of sorts was happening within the town and along with it, many eager paying individuals ready to celebrate by getting drunk. Your forehead damp from the hustle in the ale house, you poured several more cups full of fresh ale, gathered them in your arms and set out for the table to place them at. Squeezing your way through the crowded ale house and over a few passed out drunk on the floor, you made your way over, and set the large cups of ale down with a thud. You felt the eyes of the men heavy on you, as they usually were, while you unloaded your arms of the cool drinks.

"Is there anything else I can get you gentlemen?" You ask without looking up.

"I'll take a tall drink of you lassy!" His thick Irish accent cuts through the rowdy ale house as he speaks.

You glance up towards him, his glistening brown eyes peer up at you. You try your best to compose yourself after realizing who it is that's speaking to you; Finan. You'd know that voice anywhere. You smirk and dramatically toss your hair back behind your shoulders exposing your well rounded and exposed chest.  His eyes light up, and the other men near him lean closer getting a better view.

"Make that two!" Shouts another man near Finan.

"Ayee, yer married, ya fool!" Finan teases the Dane looking man you know of as Sihtric.

You giggle to yourself and bite back your bottom lip, eyeing them dangerously.

"Perhaps after closing, darlings." You wink as you tell them flirtatiously.

A few of the other men begin cheering, hooting and whistling towards your comment but you dismiss it to natural manly behavior. You smile pleasingly and begin to depart from the table when you bump into a rather large man.

"My apologies." You say discreetly, trying to weave through the sea of men. 

But he stops you. His giant rough hands on your shoulders; you stare up in disbelief before you. His piercing blue eyes stare down at you, turning your insides to goo just being so close to him.

"My lord!" You say clearing your throat. 

He chuckles to himself and eyes you devilishly. 

"What can I..do for you?" You ask sheepishly.

"Oh, no! No not at all.." You reassure him in a shy voice.

"Are my men giving you a hard time?" He asks with a smirk though his huge calloused hand.

You swallow hard peering into his deep blue eyes and try to maintain a steady breath. He releases your face, his thumb trailing down across your chin, he slips between you and others heading back to his table. 

He releases your shoulder with one hand and traces his thumb along his bottom lip, deep in thought as his eyes trail up and down you.

"Well let me know if they do.." He says, finally; in a raspy whisper. 

Stunned, you fumble your way through the crowd back to the bar and down a lonely cup of ale. You wipe your hands on your apron and begin pouring more drinks for the eager men sitting before you. Your mind spins from the events that just happened but your muscle memory kicks in and drinks are being served as usual. Men smiling and ogling over you leaving you handsome tips in the process. 

He stands still for a moment still eyeing you. Then cranes his head down closer to yours and places his hand on your chin gently pulling your face towards him.

A little while later you hear the shouting of men begin to start a brawl in the middle of the ale house; you roll your eyes and sigh looking around to see if anyone is breaking it up. Of course per usual, the onlookers are doing no such thing; other than shouting them on, and encouraging the behavior. You toss your arms full of ale onto the closest table and rush to the center of the room. Two very drunk individuals are shoving each other around the circle of shouting men. 

"Out, come on we can not have this in here!" You shout over the crowd.

Shoving your way through the formed circle of men you reach the center and see the two inebriated trouble makers.

"ENOUGH!" You try to yell louder over the noise "GET OUT, OUTSIDE WITH YOU! NOT IN HERE!" You shout louder.

You yell in pain and cover your face. You pull your hand back and see the bit of red dripping from your fingers. Your eyes wetten as you swallow the mouthful of blood. You spit on the floor and grip your white apron with shaking fists. 

"STOP IT NOW!" You demand as loudly as you can.  Your voice is still not heard. But instead the larger of the two is cast in your direction and his big bald head smacks into you.

"GET THE FUCK OUT YOU BASTARDS!" 

Your words are of no use as the two men grasping each other by the shoulders fling one another around the circle. 

The crowds yelling settles a bit as the attention has been taking from the men to you. And swiftly you see a table of men get up at once and grab the unruly men in the middle of the circle. Their presence opens a wide hole in the sea of men and they pluck the belligerent fighters from the floor and drag them outside. 

A dark figure emerges from behind, casting a large shadow on you.  You hear him plunk himself down at a seat by the bar without a word.

"Damnit!" You yell as you spit again. 

"Sorry…I'll be right with you.." You inform them over your shoulder, still trying to steady the bleeding. Your rag finally turning less and less red, you spin around and spy Uhtred sitting at the bar waiting patiently with a handsome smile painted across his face.

You breath wavers, uncurling your clenched fists, you wipe your face again with shaky hands. Seeing more redness still forming at your lip, you storm off back to the bar and rinse your mouth a few times with some water. But the redness still remains. 

You bite back your grin, trying not to wince at the pain as you eye the heroic warrior sitting so patiently watching you tend to your bloody lip. 

"Oh dear", you snicker "Can I help you?" You ask, your voice full of laughter. 

"Perhaps.. but I believe I should help you first." Uhtred grins and extends his arm out towards you. 

You inch closer to him and he reaches out grabbing a clean rag from behind the wooden bar. He dips it in a nearby cup of ale and gently dabs it over your swollen bottom lip. You cringe at the sting and instinctively reach up clutching his huge arm.

"It's alright." He whispers to you calmly. 

You release his arm and he cautiously tries to dap at your lip again, even softer this time.

"...Thank you." You tell him.

He smiles and continues to cater to your swollen lip, you can't help but stare madly into his gorgeous blue eyes, watching his two perfect pink lips turn up a little as he tends to you. 

"What's your name?" He asks.

"...Y/N" you tell him faintly. 

"Well, Y/N…" He allows his words to linger in the air for a moment.  “You’re going to be swollen and sore for a bit but I do believe you’ll recover just fine…” A smirk turning up at the corners of his lips. 

You relax against him a bit, comforted by the tone in his words. A smile spreads across your face instantly stinging your lip and flees, all too quickly. 

"Thank you, my lord.. I suppose I am in your debt…" 

His smirk grows into a smile.

"Please, call me Uhtred.'' He tells you with a grin.  His eyes twinkle in the dim light as they peer back at you. “..Though I hate to inform you, your debt will have to be paid to my men.." 

He pulls his hand away and drops the stained rag on the table before you. You cast him a look of suspicion and he laughs leaning against his elbows on the bar. His face only inches from yours; he sits peering into your eyes for a moment and it makes your mouth go dry.

"Your men?"  You ask, swallowing down the harsh lump as best you can.

"Mmm, mmhmm" He hums quietly before taking a long dip of ale.

You peer around the side of Uhtred's head and spy Finan and Sihtric standing watching you from a distance. 

"They were hoping since they cast those bastards out; as you so lovely put it…" Uhtred places his ale cup back down on the table. "...That you would make good on your promise…" He says with a mischievous smirk.

Your eyes peer back towards the incredible handsome man addressing you.

"What promi…." 

Your face fills with redness and you feel the heat rising in your chest. Uhtreds stares at you with a charming and equally malicious look as you come to the realization. 

You run your hand through your hair and take a long sip of Uhtred's ale holding it in your mouth wondering how you landed yourself in such a spot. If only all things were as easy to conjure if only by daydreams and imaginings. 

"Your men?" You ask after a large gulp.

"Mmm"

"Sihtric, and Finan?" You take another large gulp of the ale.

"Mmmmhmm."

"Wish me to bed!?" 

Uhtred casts his look down towards the table and you finish his remaining ale in his cup for him. He shakes his head and looks back up grinning ear to ear at you.

You pour another full cup of ale for Uhtred and grab another for yourself as well, gulping its coolness down in disbelief. 

"...I can't disagree with them." He says, shaking his head again.

"No?" You ask him, bringing the cup to your lips again.

"Why do you sound so surprised?.." he asks, staring back at you. "You’re beautiful, tough,…bonnie, as Finan would say." He chuckles as the words escape him.

Uhtred leans back in his seat and taps lightly on the table.

"Well…" you say before taking another long sip.

His face is soft but still smiling and you can't help but stare back into his delicious blue eyes.

"..Well?" Uhtred asks in a smooth mysterious voice.

"No, I can't.."

"...Well they're going to have to wait till I shut down the house.." You tell him with a sly smile, reminded by the stinging of your lip instantly. 

You place your cup down by his hand and allow your fingers to graze past his huge calloused knuckles. He grabs your hand and pulls you closer toward him in a smooth, gentle motion.

"We'll be back then.." He says only inches from your face. 

He releases you and stands gesturing to the others before heading out the door. Finan and Sihtric keep their eyes on you till the last second before disappearing into the darkness. 

"And no more brawls tonight!" Uhtred calls out over his shoulder before disappearing along with them.

You slump down behind the bar and clutch your chest. Your head whizzing in every direction. (What on earth have I gotten myself into...)

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The rest of the night spirals by in a furry. You do your best to keep your focus on the tasks at hand, but it's nearly impossible to keep calm knowing what's in store for the end of the night. You keep replaying the conversation in your mind wondering if it was all just a bluff, then your heart drops out of your stomach thinking about standing and waiting for no one in the darkness after you lock the ale house up. Drink after drink floats from the bar by your hands and before you know it, the bar has died down. You try your best to cast the rest of the men out and tidy up the few remaining cups from the tables. Your mind is almost at ease before you hear the door open and footsteps entering. 

You turn and see them standing and watching you; lust and wonder heavy in their eyes.  You clear your throat and dump the cups into a pail. Sihtric and Finan stride towards you and lean up against the bar.; slick smirks on their face as they eye you devilishly. Uhtred appears from behind them, his arms crossed and not so impressed looking. You swallow hard meeting his eye. 

"Why the long face?" You ask leaning forward against the wooden bar on your elbows.

 Finan and Sihtric carefully watch your movements and seem to be pleased.

You allow your hips to dip and dance for their amusement and you hear the two whistle and hoot in response. Uhtred, clearly unamused by their comments, slams his fist upon a nearby table, and you spin around startled. 

"Well, come boys…" you tell them, waltzing out from behind the bar and towards the back rooms of the house. 

"She is a lady and will be treated like so!" He commands them in a deep low voice. 

Uhtred smirks but says nothing. 

You feel the smile creeping up across your lips and bite it back.

The men look at you, and you point them in the direction down the hall.

"Second room on the left.." You tell them.

They skitter away eagerly and you turn your head back to Uhtred. He inches closer gripping at your waist.

"You don’t have to do this, you know..." He tells you quietly.

He shakes his head a bit, the smirk emerging at the corners of his lips. You roll your eyes, leaning in against him, playing with the straps on his chest.

“Is that a hint of jealousy I detect in your voice?” You ask him with a giggle.

" ..I would.." you pause staring up towards him wondering if you should utter the words on your tongue. He returns the mournful look towards you and you swallow hard trying to gather the words once again.

You suck a deep breath in and exhale with a sly grin on your face.

"...I would gladly take you over those two, anyday…" you tell him quietly. 

He grips your hand in his and brings it to his mouth pressing a soft kiss on it. You pull your hand away and replace it with your own lips. The touch instantly hurts your lip from earlier. Uhtred pulls back gently feeling your swollen lip graze against his.  You peer up into his glimmering blue eyes and he watches as your chest rises and falls with each deep breath. You reach up and pull his head closer, colliding your lips together again, regardless of the pain it's causing you. He pecks gentle kisses on you at first. Being mindful of your swollen lip, but before long, has his mouth enraged upon yours. His tongue tangles with yours as you moan into him. 

His hands slide up your sides gripping the ties of your dress before unlacing the back and prying it from your body. You gasp against him and he pulls his head back taking in the view of your naked chest as he peels your dress down over you. He chuckles under his breath and licks his lips before pulling you back towards him; sucking and kissing at your neck and shoulders. You wrap your hands around his neck and moan softly against him as your core quivers from his touch. 

He breaks his mouth from your chest and spins you around. Tightly held in his arms against him you feel his hard eager cock pressing gently against your ass. He unties the rest of the ribbons down your back and allows your dress to fall to the ground. He presses hot wet kisses over your bare shoulders.  You reach up entwining your hand in his hair; his hands come out from behind cupping and groping at your tits. He spins you back around and looks you up and down in your nakedness. His hand winds down over your bare ass, and he pulls your thigh up around him. His fingers graze against your wet core and he snickers watching you groan and pant at his touch. 

"Go settle their needs…" He tells you, his fingers edging into your wet core. 

You groan against him as you feel his warm blunt fingers slide inside you for a brief moment.  

You meet his eye and smile brightly at him, he places you softly down on the ground unwrapping yourself from him and smacks your ass as you stumble down the hall before him. 

“..Keep that for me, yeah?”

Your legs wobbly as you make your way down the dark hall; a grand grin painted across your face.  You wrap lightly on the door and Finan opens it with a lustful smile. He swings the door open and pulls you in admiring your body. You swallow hard and he takes your hand gently in his. You stand naked in between the two tall muscular men, they've striped their outer clothes off but only you stand naked between them.

“But that mouth…” he tells you in a whisper, then pecks a small gentle kiss on your lips. 

Sihtrics fingers trace long gentle strokes down your shoulders followed by light wet kisses. He grips your hips firmly and grasps at your naked perky ass. Finan stands a few steps back, enjoying the view.  You smile flirtatiously at him, enjoying Sihtrics mouth; hot and eager upon your sensitive skin. You bite back a gasp as Sihtric presses himself against you forcefully, his hands slither out from behind you and go in opposite directions.  One up to cup your breast and the other down between your legs at your wet core. 

Sihtric mumbles low against your ear.

“She's ready for us, already.” he informs Finan with a chuckle.

Finans tongue darts out of his mouth and licks his lips. You meet his eyes and gleam at him, allowing Sihtric mouth to caress down your neck and shoulder. Finan shifts in place and swiftly removes his thin shirt swiftly up over his head. His chest speckled in hair gleams with a thin layer of sweat and he tosses his shirt to the side watching you. His arms flexing as he does and you giggle quietly watching him with a smirk. Finan smiles back at you and makes sure your watching him while he tugs at his waistband.  His cock stands protruding against the thin layer of fabric. He pulls his pants taunt against himself and thrusts dramatically in your direction before smiling and reaching his hand down into the thin layer of fabric against his hard cock. 

Finan sucks a deep inhale in and meets your eye, while his hand in his waistband strokes his hard cock slowly. 

“Oh no,” Sihtric purrs seductively in your ear. “He likes to watch…” 

“Ay I think she also likes to watch…” Finan says in a low husky tone.

Sihtrics fingers creep down between your legs and make small quick circles around your swollen mound. You groan quietly, instinctively reaching out towards Finan, but Sihtric keeps you in his grasp.

Sihtric cups your ass and you instinctively jump up into his arms. He engulfs your nipples with his mouth and you let a low moan escape you. He sucks and laps eagerly at your chest, backing you towards a tall standing workbench and places you carefully on it. His mouth swiftly moves down the front of your body and you tangle your fingers into his hair as he makes his way slowly down between your legs. You lean back against the cold bare wall, arching your core towards him and he moans happily nipping at your thighs.  You watch as Finan admires the sight of your bare chest rising and falling rapidly.

“..Can’t disappoint him now can we?” You giggle against Sihtrics' neck.

Sihtric begins slowly at first, licking soft laps at your wet core. You moan against him pulling at his head, but he takes his time and builds you up slowly.  You feel his warm soft tongue dart out and drag across your sensitive clit and gasp. He reaches up with a hand and begins tracing tiny quick circles around your bud. Lapping and sucking gently around his fingers. You pant against him, eagerly trying to edge him on to move harder or faster. Finan is busy at work in his pants, breathing heavily as he watches you enjoy Sihtric.  

You flash Finan a devilish smile and turn yourself around against Sihtric. His arms caging you as he takes in the view of your nakedness.

You feel Sihtric smile against your wet throbbing core; and he stops. He rises up meeting your face, his hand still circling your eager clit. He presses his hard cock springing from his pants against your wet entrance and you wrap your arms around his neck desperately trying to encourage him towards you. He snickers, then plunges his fingers in between your wet aching walls and you cry out against him. 

“She's ready for you.” Sihtric laughs over his shoulder. 

Your eyes burst open as his touch escapes you. Sihtric is quickly replaced by Finan approaching you. His gleaming chest rising and falling as he places his hands firmly against your thighs. You pant against him and he grabs a handful of your hair, snapping your head back staring deeply into your eyes.

“Easy there kitten,” Finan whispers. “We're just getting started…” 

His huge rough fingers dance across your wet mound swirling and rubbing against your already so sensitive clit.  He reaches his hand up and sucks your wetness from his fingers. You swallow a heavy moan down your throat watching him eye you viciously as he does. He releases your head, grabbing at your ass and scooting you towards the edge closer to him. You buck towards him feeling his hard cock press gently into your thigh.  He cups your face, keeping your eyes set on his. 

“You have very beautiful eyes, my lady” He tells you slowly.  “I want to see what they look like with my cock resting deep inside you.”

You groan against him, bucking forwards still, searching for his cock with your hands, you line him up with your entrance and buck against him. His strength outweighs yours but the tip of his cock urges you to push further. You dig your fingers into his trim waist pulling at him to get closer. He beams down at you, holding himself back from you. 

A low chuckle erupts from deep within him. 

“We can do this all night, if you'd like…” He says with laughter dancing in his tone. 

You swallow a hard dry lump down your throat and try to relax against him. He smiles devilishly and takes your hands pressing a light kiss on both of your knuckles.  You watch him as he wraps a piece of rope around your wrists intricately, binding your hands together.  Your breath slows a bit, he watches you carefully. 

He places your bound arms around his neck onto his huge broad shoulders. Unable to do much more, you intertwine your fingers in his thick hair, tugging at it watching his eyes flutter as he growls low.  He holds your jaw with one of his hands and digs his fingers into your waist with his other. 

“...Behave..” He says in a low growl.  

His eyes are full of lust and determination. You lick your lips, eyeing his twitching cock only inches from you.  You buck towards him and he pulls out of reach.  You bite your lip meeting his eyes and buck towards him again, your ass nearing the edge of the table; yet he pulls away further. You grip another handful of his thick black hair and pull harshly at it.  He smiles as he groans out. You release your fist of hair and his head curls back with a grand smile on it.

“...That… is not behaving…” he tells you through a smirk.

You grasp huge handfuls of his hair with both hands this time, pulling him towards you with all your might.  

“..Then give me what I want, damnit…” You breathe heavily against him.

He smiles and reaches down between your legs, watching your eyes flutter open and closed as you moan softly against him. You feel his hot tip finally at your entrance, your core aching with anticipation. You swallow hard peering back into his deep brown eyes filled with lust and he watches you carefully…presses himself ever so slowly between your sore soaking folds. You groan against him, biting at your bottom lip trying to keep your eyes open for him to watch. His face studies you carefully watching as you take him inch by inch. Finally you feel him pressed against you and you explode with a moan against him. 

His face turns up into a devilish smile and he sits for a moment pressed as deep as he can be inside you. You pant against him and he pulls back a little before starting to thrust slowly and harshly against you. Your body jolts with each thrust and you moan against him, digging your fingers into his sweaty scalp as you buck towards him.  

“Faster!!” you pant against him. 

Your core slowly builds and twists up into a long awaiting spill.

He grunts against you, his mouth catching your neck and sucking hard against your damp sensitive skin.  He grips your thighs and pounds harder against you, your moans and his grunts filling the thick air around you. 

“Right there Finan!” You cry through your breathlessness. “Don’t stop!” Your walls clench tight  around his cock inside you knowing your own climax is just upon you. He groans a loud moan and stops abruptly.

“No! Don’t stop!” You cry again, thrashing against him.

He pulls himself out, his cock dripping with the murky white seed. He pants watching you with a smug smile as you squirm angrily aginst him. He picks you up and you buck against him, your wetness covering him as you twist insatiable in his clutch. You pant against him and he drops you to your feet. You collapse against him, your legs tingling and unable to hold you. He steadies you carefully before unhooking your arms from around his neck and uniting your wrists. He flashes a final devilish grin before inching aside while you almost collapse completely, before grasping onto Sihtrics' now bare body taking Finans place. 

Sihtrics fingers dance at your soaking core and you groan while squirming against his huge hand. He flips you around onto your stomach and gently bends you against the table. You pant against the hard wooden surface and feel his fingers trace carefully between your slick throbbing folds. 

“Do it!” you demand through your breaths. “Do it now!” 

You moan against the table arching your back up towards him and feel his throbbing cock as he lines up with your soaking entrance.  He plunges himself deep into your wetness, you groan loudly as your body jolts against his. You brace yourself. He squeezes your ass as it jiggles against his thrusts and arch your back as he dips in and out of your aching core. 

“I’ll have to personally thank all the Gods for your plump little feisty ass when I meet them” he tells you before smacking your other cheek.

He grunts as he slams wildly deep within you. You feel the waves building within you again and push harder against him with every thrust. Your breath staggers as he collides against you, he smacks his hand harshly against your ass again and you cry out against the table. Your climax builds more and more with each thrust as you moan out in pleasure. His thrusts quickly turn sporadic and ravenous as you hear him grunt from behind you. 

Sihtric smacks your ass hard and you groan out.

“I’m so close!” You moan out.

Your body quivers against him and the table.

“Cum, Sihtric, cum for me!” 

“Tell me to cum!” He shouts through his grunts.

He smacks your ass hard and your cry out

He slows and pulls himself out, you feel the hot seed spill out over your ass and lower back and squirm under him, your own orgasm quickly disappearing away as he pins you between himself and the table. You moan against the hard surface and pant wildly. 

“Christ, tell me to cum!” He demands again.

“Fucking bastards!” You mutter to yourself, while prying your shaky body from the table. 

They chuckle as they clothed themselves and you grab someone's nearby shirt before fleeing the room. 

“Thank you, my lady!” Finan calls happily down the hallway after you with a laugh. 

You wrap the man's shirt around you barely covering yourself and step out into the lit main room of the house. A smile grows across your face when his eyes shoot up and meet yours. He sits shirtless against a large wooden chair covered by a large fur, his blue eyes sparkling; peering back at you, his chest sculpted perfectly and his muscles bulging as he shifts restlessly in the seat. 

(Fuck) you whisper to yourself as you step cautiously towards him. He extends his hand out to you and you intertwine your fingers with his as you seat yourself carefully down, straddling one of his legs and gently rubbing your wet core against his huge string thigh. He groans softly gazing at you with heavy lust filling his eyes. You lean in against him and he catches your mouth with his finger. 

“...Keep that pretty little mouth for me?” he asks in a husky groan, tracing little circles around your lips with his thumb.

You reach up caressing his strong jaw in your fair little hands, and smile.

“Of course.” You answer him with a giggle.

He smiles back and pulls you against him, capturing your mouth hungrily and forcefully. You moan against him and he plucks the shirt down over your tits, his hands kneading and stroking them. You trace your hand down his toned chest to the opening in his pants. You eagerly pry at the ties concealing him and finally his huge hard cock springs free. He groans against you as you carefully grab his cock and feel him twitch slightly against you. He grasps your tiny face and his tongue invades your mouth hungry and wanting. He groans against you as you stroke him up and down. 

You pry your lips from his, and quickly replace your fair little hands with your hot wet mouth. He bucks up towards you and groans happily; his huge hand gently urging your mouth down further around his throbbing cock. You moan against him, your own core pulsating and eager to feel him inside you finally bring you to your long awaited orgasm. He sucks in a sharp breath as he thrusts himself down your throat. You choke back his throbbing cock, squealing slightly and he releases his hand from you. You pop up panting and place yourself on top of him, he inches down in the chair against the fur allowing you better access to him.

You hover over him, aligning yourself with him, and he twitches his throbbing cock against your soaking entrance. You whine out and he sucks your nipple into his mouth. 

“Uhtred!'' You moan as you lower yourself down on top of him. 

You feel your walls quiver as they wrap eagerly around him and he squeezes his rough fingertips into your hips. He grunts and thrusts up against you, sending a shudder through your body. You grind yourself hard against him, bouncing up and down on him. You pant and groan loudly as you ride him and he thrusts with you, making your orgasm grow quickly and wildly.  With each motion, you feel your stomach clenching tighter and your walls clutching faster against his cock. You dig your nails into his shoulders, riding him hard, he grunts with you and soon you feel your climax coming to a head. 

“Look at me Y/N, look into my eyes.” he pants breathless against you. “I want to see your face..”

He grasps your face and pulls you down close to his, sucking at your neck and jaw.

He thrusts up against you as you come undone on top of him. He moans watching you spill over his throbbing cock and you feel him shift his pace faster. You collapse against him, panting as you come undone on top of him. He holds you carefully, still plunging deep within you, letting you ride out your high limply on top of him. You shiver and then relax against him, before he lifts you effortlessly and spins around setting you on the table. His mouth catches yours and he devours your sweet sounds as he thrusts hard and fast against your aching core. You cling against him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pant as he fills you completely again. 

“Uhtred!” you cry bucking hard against him. "I'm so close!"

“Right there!” you squeal.

“Do it again” He says in a husky moan.

You grind against him and pant trying to keep your eyes open as you feel the knot inside you begin to erupt. 

You reach up clutching his huge strong neck and grind against him as he plows hard against you. He carefully clutches your throat with his huge hand sending a whole new kind of sensation down to your core. You gasp quietly as he rocks in and out of you watching your eyes flutter open and closed. Another orgasm tightening up in your stomach as he bucks against you. 

“Uhtred!” you squeal again. 

He thrusts sporadically, finally releasing his hand from your throat and you moan out loudly.  You buck up against him as the waves crash through your core again, leaving your legs tingling and your stomach uncurling. You rock against him as he moans into your bare shoulder. You feel the hot heat burst out inside you and groan happily against him. He gradually slows his pace, panting against you. You pull him back, colliding his lips with yours again. He pants heavily against you, resting his forehead to yours. After a long moment of catching his breath, he slowly pulls out; his tip dripping in cum as he leans over you panting. You reach down and grasp his twitching cock and he groans low against you. Your core throbs from pleasure and he leans down, capturing your mouth a final time with his. 

“Uhtred..” You pant against him.

He smiles coyly against your lips exhaling heavily.

“...One more time?..”

[vermithorn]

This request is for our darling Osferth. His super religious upbringing has him unknowingly become an ass man, with this twisted idea if they have anal, her "purity/maidenhead" will stay intact. She can be a nun, ealdorman's daughter, whatever.

Here's a picture for inspiration. ♥

OSFERTH + ANAL

contains: afab!reader, modern!osferth, anal, also anal fingering ofc, manipulation? slightly dub-con so tagging it anyway, gaslighting, religious themes? is this sacrilege? blasphemy? i think it’s desecration? i don’t know i am not religious im sorry if this is wrongly put omg it’s fucking anal. ooc osferth but y’all know how it is with anal SEX.

author’s note: holy shit arcie,, god tier request i hope i do it justice damn. i had to do a modern!au because i still cant wrap my head around old english terms to write,, so forgive me for that and please enjoy! GOD FORGIVE ME FOR THIS HOLY FUCKING SHIT,,,

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“Are you sure about this,” You stuttered, still somewhat embarrassed as Osferth looked down at you, “I don’t think it works that way, Osferth.”

He kneeled in front of you, and placed a hand on your thigh, “Don’t worry, darling,” He softly caressed your skin, his long fingers tracing shapes in your inner thigh. “I already explained this to you, do you want to hear it again?”

You nodded shakily, your gaze moving from his hand on your thigh to his blue eyes. “Yes, please.”

He gave you a reassuring smile, but it didn’t seem right to you as his deep blue eyes darkened. 

“My sweet girl,” He cooed, cupping your face with his other hand, “You know we can’t lay normally as a man and woman could,” A little smirk crept into his face, “I am not allowed to take you as mine that way, you know that.”

You pouted slightly, a faint blush appearing on your face. “I know.”

“Good girl,” His hand was soft on your face, tracing your jaw as he spoke, “But thankfully, I know a way.”

His hand on your inner thigh moved to your already wet cunt, he grazed the wet patch on your panties before moving them to the side. His index moved up and down on your folds making you shiver, he gathered your juices as he moved his finger downwards your perineum. 

He circled your exposed puckered hole with the pad of his index, coating it with your own juices as you jumped slightly at the touch. 

“I cannot take your purity, my darling,” He purred, “But I can take you from here and we wouldn’t have a single problem.”

You had to hold back a moan at the back of your throat, gulping as you looked into his blue eyes who were looking back at you with an electrifying hunger. 

“Are you sure? Isn’t that the same thing?”

He looked at you condescendingly, “Sweet girl, don’t you trust me?” He kept circling your puckered hole, the pad of his finger slowly pushing into you. 

You frowned, shaking your head apologetically, “I do trust you, sorry.”

He removed the hand on your face, grabbing the little bottle of lube on the nightstand. “You should know better than question God’s word, sweet girl.” He put an absurd amount of liquid on his fingers, parting your legs with his other hand to begin opening you up. 

The lube was cold on your skin, it made you jump at every slight touch. He started slow, the familiar touch of his pad on your puckered hole making his way in, the burn of the intrusion making you wince. 

“Osferth.” You sighed, swallowing as his fingers pushed into your puckered hole, working you up. 

His first finger transformed into two, adding more lube to it every time, his other hand worked on your clit to make it more pleasurable. Suddenly, your soft distressed whimpers turned into loud moans of delight, his fingers working magic into you.

“Are you ready to take all of me, darling?” He whispered, his head leaning against your leg as he watched hypnotized how his fingers scissored into your gaping hole. 

You only could nod in response, your eyes closed.

He softly removed his fingers from your hole, and you watched him remove his pants quickly, his hardened cock in sight as he pulled his underwear down.

Osferth lubed his cock, using an exaggerated quantity of the liquid, but he knew how useful it was. He kneeled in front of you, his throbbing cock standing proud and crimson. “Open your legs, sweet girl,” He said, slowly pumping his length, spreading the lube.

You obeyed, parting your legs as much as possible as you laid back on the bed.

He grinned down at you, his blue eyes darkened with lust. “Good girl, you have to look me in the eyes as I do this, do you understand?”

You nodded quickly, shaking in anticipation as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock on your now stretched puckered hole. You shivered, shaky breaths coming out of your mouth.

“You will stay pure as I do this, you know that right?” He slowly submerged himself into your hole, making you gasp, already overwhelmed at the big invasion.

He grunted, teeth clenching as he muttered, “So tight, my sweet girl, you’re so tight for me.”

Your eyelids fluttered, almost closing, jaw dropped as he buried himself into you.

His hand flew to your jaw, startling you, opening your eyes to look at him, “Look at me, this is a reward for you, darling.”

vermithorn © do not copy, repost or translate my works.

[disasterofastory]

I don’t break (Uhtred x Reader)

I don't break Uhtred x Reader Warnings: smut

Summary: Uhtred gives you what you want.

Uhtred of Bebbanburg can seem like a beast in the eyes of the others. He is a big, hulking figure, and the furs around his wide shoulders and leather on his broad chest do nothing to hide his muscles and the strength he holds in them. Despite the place of his birth, he is a Dane, and it's enough to be a godless monster in front of the Saxons.

You can often hear the lies and gossips about him and his relentless way with women in the bed.

He hurts them.

He tears them apart without a second thought.

Oh, you wish.

Despite Uhtred's appearance, he is a gentle lover. He hovers above you like a shield while you keep him close to you with your legs and kiss him until you feel dizzy and breathless. His touches are warm and soft and something you often dreamed about as a young woman. He cocoons you in his warmth on cold nights, whispering sweet nothing into your ears as he thrusts into you until you tremble and moan under his touch.

And it drives you into the wall.

You feel like a porcelain doll in his hold, and you start to get tired of it. You need more. You need the beast in him to make you his. Is it so hard to ask for?

The fireplace keeps you warm in your thin nightgown. Your skin smells like wildflowers and herbs from your bath. The air is filled with their scent.

The woods quietly crackle under the heat, but the house is silent otherwise. Uhtred is still at the alehouse probably, trying to prove to Beocca that he is not a moron. You smile at the thought as you check on the fire.

Everything is ready for your husband to come home. And you are more than ready for your husband to come.

You can hear Uhtred's footsteps before he opens the door of your bedroom. A wide smile tugs on his lips when he notices you, but you can see some confusion in his eyes when you stand up from your seat, and he looks over at your form.

The dress you chose for the night keeps little for the imagination with the thin fabric and deep cleavage. You can feel your nipples harden as you make your way to him and his eyes travel all over your body repeatedly.

"Husband," you greet him innocently, placing your hands on his leather-covered chest.

"How was your day?" He asks, leaning down to your level for a kiss while you start to free him from his clothes.

"As usual," you answer.

He lets you undress him, watching you curiously. You move to the center of the room, leaving his clothes on the floor until he wears nothing just pants.

His pale white skin seems darker under the orange light of the fire. Goosebumps run through his arms as you pet his biceps, kissing his chest here and there.

"What is your plan?" He asks suspiciously but enjoys your attention.

"What do you think?" You ask back, still nibbling on the muscle of his left breast.

"You wicked woman," he says, smiling. He hugs your waist, pulling you closer to kiss you, but you stop him with your finger on his pouty lips.

"Nope," you tell him to his surprise. "Tonight, we play as I want."

"And what do you want?"

His amusement lessens when he notices your seriousness and embarrassment. He stares at you, waiting for you to continue.

"Y/N?"

Your skin burns under his gaze as you bite your lip, thinking how you should tell him what you want.

"I want you to be rougher," you confess.

"What?" He asks back immediately. He doesn't seem angry or disappointed, his eyebrows drawn together with confusion.

"You always treat me like a doll," you explain. "I know we come from different worlds, but you don't have to act as I break from the smallest touches. I heard you brag about your humping before we got together, I want that."

Uhtred never thought that you were dissatisfied in bed. You are a gentle woman who prefers to keep the fire burning at home and cooking for him and his men. You rather heal people than kill them, and he thought, you prefer the gentleness in the sheets too.

Uhtred can't help but smile at you. You look like a goddess in the light dress. He can see your curves thanks to the lights, your lips are almost pouty, and the glint in your eyes is stubborn.

"So you want to be with a Dane?" He asks smugly with a smirk on his lips.

"If you put it that way," you shrug, relieved that you didn't hurt him with your little confession.

Your stomach is already in a tight knot, and you can feel the wetness between your legs even if he didn't touch you yet.

"Okay then," he says, still smirking. "But tell me if it's too much," he adds, more seriously.

"Okay," you nod, looking up at him waitingly.

He starts it slowly as always. His kiss is warm and passionate as his arms curl around your waist. Your body pressed against his. His lips find their way down to your neck, nibbling on the soft flesh. Keeping your arms around his shoulders, you let him lead you to the bed. He pulls on the straps of your dress, kissing down on your shoulders. The fabric pools around your legs, forgotten.

You are surprised when he lets you go to lie down on the bed, making himself comfortable.

Should you do something, or...?

"Sit on my face," he says. "Come on, wife, smother me," he smirks.

Still in shock, but you do as he says. You climb up on top of him, above his face, embarrassed.

"I said, sit," he says but doesn't wait for your reaction.

Uhtred grabs your thighs, pulling your down on himself. His fingers sink into your flesh, keeping you there when you want to jump from the sudden feeling. His tongue licks up on your slit.

"Uhtred," you moan, gripping the wall before you.

His head is buried in your pussy, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive parts.

"Oh, God," you gasp when you feel his tongue in you, circling and thrusting. The skin on the small part between your hips and thighs is red from the force he holds you down on himself.

"Uhtred," you say his name again, leaning against the cold wall when you feel yourself cum. You coat his tongue and face with your juices.  He licks up everything you have to give, and before you know, your body shakes from another orgasm.

Your breath is still heavy when Uhtred turns you around, making you squeal. He still holds your hips, moving up to kiss you on the lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue as he pushes himself into your mouth. His face is wet, glistening with your wetness.

"Are you okay?" He asks smugly.

You hum in answer, nodding.

A smirk is the last thing you see before he turns you on your stomach, holding your bottom up in the air.

"I love it," he murmurs just to himself, spanking your asscheek for fun. You moan at the feeling, and he freezes for a second. "Did you like it?"

"Yes," you nod, hiding your face in the pillows under you.

He tugs you closer to himself, gridding his hard cock to your cunt. The rough fabric of his trousers flickers your clit, shooting small lightings through your body. Your moan is muffled by the pillows.

Uhtred backs away for a little, striking down on your bottom once again. Your cheek jiggles after his touch. Your skin is burning, making you drip onto the sheets.

Your husband grabs your pussy without warning, using your wetness for lubricant as he pushes two of his fingers inside you. His nails almost break the skin of your ass as he shakes it from time to time for his own enjoyment before he spanks you again.

"Uhtred," you moan, pushing yourself against him. "Please."

"What?" He taunts you. "What do you want, darling wife?"

"You," you breathe.

"What more?"

"Your cock," you give in. "I want your cock in my pussy. Please, Uhtred."

The man smirks, hearing your desperate voice, freeing himself from his pants, pulling on his cock a few times before he lines himself up to your entrance. He plays with your folds, smearing your juices around your pussy.

"Husband," you moan again. "Fuck me."

Uhtred thrusts into you immediately. He fills you up with one thrust, leaning most of his weight on you.

"Oh, God," You scream. Saliva drips down on your chin.

"It's Uhtred," he replies smugly, backing away and pushing himself in you again. He doesn't give time for your to adjust to his size. He fucks you into the bed, and you have to support yourself, so you don't hit your head against the wall. He slams into you feverishly, using you for his own pleasure.

He moves closer to you, so his thighs are under you as he straightens you up against his chest. His grip on your hips runs up to your breasts. His breath is hot against your neck. Through the dizziness, you can feel his teeth from time to time.

"Cum," he orders you. "Cum around me, wife. Milk my cock."

And you do. Your walls tighten and pulsate around his hard length, milking him, demanding his release.

"You can do better," he says, running one of his hands between your legs to draw fast circling on your clit.

"Uhtred," you snap almost in panic as you grab his wrist.

Your senses filled with pleasure. Your muscles twitch, and the heat in your lower abdomen is so powerful it almost makes you faint.

When the world clears out a bit around you, you are against Uhtred, who hugs you patiently. His cock is still in you, and his seed seeps out from your hole.

"How was that?" He asks. His voice is a quiet murmur next to your ear.

"So good," you sigh, still holding him. "So good."

He hums, kissing your shoulder and helping your lie down on the bed, covering you with pelts before climbing in beside you. His skin is sticky with sweat, but none of you feel the strength to get up to have a bath.

"You are my doll, Y/N," Uhtred says, kissing your hair and holding you close to himself as both of you fall asleep.

[aemondsbabe]

Wind's Howling

summary: sharing a bed & accidental stimulation || you're nursing osferth's injury as the two of you spend a cold night together in an inn, but you feel called to help him in another way as well

pairing: osferth x f!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, mentions of injury but nothing graphic, dry humping kind of, kissing, breast/nipple play, piv sex, unprotected sex it’s like literally the 800’s sue me, cuddling, osferth whimpering how precious, let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 1.8k

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You can hear Osferth let out a soft sigh behind you as you shift yet again in another futile attempt to get comfortable on the thin, lumpy mattress. You sigh too, as you finally settle, only to let out a quiet groan when you realize this position is really no better than the last twenty you tried. 

“Sorry,” you spare a glance over your shoulder as you speak, wincing as another harsh gust of wind blows a cold draft through the room, “I can’t get comfortable enough on this damn thing to sleep.” You say with a defeated sigh. 

“You need not apologize,” the monk murmurs behind you, “Between my shoulder and this cold, sleep eludes me as well.” 

As if on cue, another stinging draft billows through the room, eerily whistling through any cracks it can find. The two of you sigh, defeated — leave it to Uhtred to pick the worst possible inn to stop at, though he had insisted upon it, saying Osferth needed a few days in safety to rest his shoulder and the rest of you needed the opportunity to gather supplies anyway. 

Truthfully, a break was probably a good idea. Ever since the ambush a few days ago, the spirits of your group had been in short supply and members were beginning to bicker and fight amongst themselves. Your poor monk had taken it upon himself to be the peacekeeper, which had only served to cause you more stress as you kept trying to compel him to stay in bed and rest his shoulder. 

You can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut at the thought of his injury, the memory of him being harshly tugged off his horse in the chaos of the ambush still makes you uneasy; your heart twists in your chest as you think through your list of “what ifs” yet again. 

Almost as if he can sense your thoughts, Osferth bumps the back of your leg with his knee. “Please do not worry yourself, my lady,” he says, a heaviness to his tired voice, “I am fine, we are safe.” 

“How did you know I was thinking about it?” 

“You tense up every time you do.” 

You sigh again before finally turning over to face him, your tired eyes meeting his in the dark room, the only light in the room coming from the full moon outside. 

“Hi,” you murmur after a moment. 

“Hi,” he whispers, the corner of his lips quirking up into a soft smirk. 

“How’s your shoulder?” You ask, shrugging one arm out from underneath the thick wool blanket the two of you share to gingerly run your fingers over his arm, taking extra care in the spots you know are still bruised and sore, “Is it feeling any better?” 

“I think so,” he mutters, flexing it a little, “It aches to move it too much but as long as I am still, it causes me no pain.” 

You nod thoughtfully, silently thanking whatever God there may be that he had escaped relatively unharmed. 

After another moment of silence, you wiggle again on the mattress before letting out a quiet, rueful laugh. “I give up,” you groan, “This mattress is useless.” 

Osferth sighs next to you and shuffles closer, reaching out as far as he can without extending his shoulder to skim his long fingers over your arm as an act of comfort, “I’m sorry, my sweet lady.” 

“I should be the one apologizing,” you murmur, “Without my tossing and turning, perhaps you could find sleep.” 

He breathes a quiet laugh through his nose, “You are not what is keeping me awake,” he says with a sigh, “Between this cold and my shoulder, your restlessness is a blessing.” 

The wind howls outside once more and you see Osferth shiver as another draft of bitter air blows through the room. With a sigh, you shuffle closer to him, practically molding the front of your body to the front of his as your legs slot together under the woolen blanket; your eyes flutter closed as you savor the warmth of having him pressed against you, though the action causes your thin linen shift to ride up nearly to the tops of your thighs as one of his long legs presses between yours. 

After a moment, you find yourself squirming for a much different reason, the discomfort of the mattress quickly slipping from the forefront of your mind as your center begins to throb, making you keenly aware of the way the monk’s warm thigh presses against your bare heat, the thin fabric of his breeches the only thing separating the two of you. 

You stay quiet, opting not to disturb him further as you know sleep is important to the healing process. However, it seems his mind is wandering too because after a moment, your eyes shoot open when you feel his hard length pressing against your hip, only to find him already looking at you. 

“Osferth —,”

“I’m sorry, my lady,” he murmurs softly, a blush visible on his cheeks even in the dim lighting, “I—,” he starts, though you cut him off with a soft kiss, sighing as his lips press against yours, his warm breath fanning across your face. 

“You needn’t apologize,” you whisper, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks, “In fact, I can think of something that may help us both sleep…” You tease, just barely rutting your hips against his. 

His eyes slip closed at the feeling, a soft, whimpered sigh escaping his lips before he shakes his head. “You’ve already done so much for me, my lady,” Osferth murmurs, his blue eyes meeting yours once more. 

“So let me do this last thing,” you smile, pressing one more sweet kiss against his lips, “Please?” 

Your monk can’t help but smile at your eagerness and nods, making you smile brightly in the darkness of the small room. Gently, you untangle yourself from him before guiding him onto his back, taking care to ensure that he moves his shoulder as little as possible. Finally, you climb atop him, straddling his hips, both of you groaning at the way your wet, warm center presses against his length through his cotton breeches. You’re careful to keep the blankets wrapped over your shoulders as you maneuver on top of him, lifting your hips just enough to free his length. 

You shiver when you feel him press against you, already throbbing in your grasp as you run the head of his cock through your folds, gasping as it bumps against your already aching bud. 

“Please, my lady,” Osferth groans beneath you, his chest already heaving, “You… you feel too good, please.” 

You can’t help but obey him, smirking at his pleas as you position his length at your entrance. “Shhh, sweet monk,” you soothe, moaning as the head of his cock slips inside you, “Let me make you feel good.” 

Osferth whimpers beneath you as you sink down onto his length with a pleased sigh, your walls already squeezing against him. You gasp softly when he presses fully inside you, your hips resting against his as his length fills you completely, leaving no part of you untouched. You wiggle your hips on top of him, grinding your pearl against him with a soft whimper. 

You slowly start moving atop him, though you quickly pick up the pace as one of his hands grips harshly at your waist, the other remains draped across his chest at your insistence, determined to keep his shoulder safe. You bite your lower lip, intending to stay quiet as you know the walls of the old inn must be quite thin, however that gets harder and harder to do as the tip of Osferth’s cock brushes against that sensitive spot within you every time you sink back down onto him. 

“You feel so good,” the monk gasps as he stares up at you, marveling at how you move against him, at the beautiful blush spreading across your cheeks, at the way your breasts bounce beneath the nearly sheer fabric of your simple shift dress, “So beautiful, my sweet lady.” He sighs, his cock twitching against your walls. 

“Osferth,” you whisper through a harsh gasp, “I love you, my precious monk.” You smile when he groans beneath you, his cock throbbing as you continue moving against him. 

“I — Christ,” he gasps, the hand on your hip pushing itself under your shift dress, “I love you too, sweet girl.” He groans, perhaps a bit too loud, as he cups your breast, kneading your soft skin in his palm. 

You gasp loudly at the added sensation, the heat in your belly threatening to boil over. Blessedly, Osferth seems just as done in as you, his hips squirming beneath yours as he tries to stay still. 

“My lady,” he gasps, blue eyes staring up at you more urgently than before, “My lady, I — !” He cuts himself off with a loud moan when you lean forward to press your bud more firmly against him, which only serves to press his length somehow deeper within you as his fingers toy wildly with your nipple. 

“I know,” you nod your head with a gasp, struggling to keep your eyes open, “I know, my sweet monk. It’s okay, please” you moan, your walls clenching hotly around him as your high finally spills over you, igniting every nerve ending with a blinding pleasure, “God, fuck!” You can’t help but squeal, bracing your hands on either side of the monk’s head as you tumble forward, unable to hold yourself up. 

Osferth whispers your name over and over, as if in prayer, before he finally groans loudly, cock twitching wildly within you as he cums, painting your walls with his thick spend. He moans happily as you sink further down against him, mouthing at your nipples through the fabric of your dress. 

After a moment, your high subsides and you open your eyes once more, giggling softly as you lean down to press a sweet kiss to his lips. With a sigh, you lift yourself off of him before dropping to the bed with a tired groan. You slot yourself against his side and pull the blanket back up from where it had slipped off, one of your legs draped across the monk’s hips. 

Just as you’re about to open your mouth again to ask about his shoulder, a fist pounds on the wall above your heads from the next room, making the two of you gasp. 

“Oi!” Sihtric calls, his gruff voice muffled, “If you don’t stop fucking like rabbits I’ll come in there and strangle the damn monk myself!” 

“Oops,” you whisper to Osferth through a giggle, nuzzling your head against his neck. 

“I would face the wrath of ten vikings to bed you, my lady,” the monk whispers softly before pressing a kiss against the top of your head.

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[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Under Cotton and Calicoes

Pairing: Osferth (The Last Kingdom) x f!reader Warnings: Orgasm control, outdoor sex, smut. Word count: ~1.6k

Summary: In the space between darkness and light, her and Osferth discover the freedom to be exactly as they are.

Author's note: Day eight of the Smuffmas prompts - "sunrise and orgasm control". No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.

She climbs the grassy embankment, picking each step carefully in the darkness. The dew drops that cover the soft surface dampen the bottom of her skirt, but she finds the coolness of it against her bare ankles refreshing.

This is her favourite time of day, the hours that linger between darkness and light, when the sky hovers over the horizon with muted hues of blush pink and lilac. She often finds herself in this spot, looking out over Wintanceaster as it still sleeps, her mind flooded with all she had hoped for when she had first arrived here, and all that this place has stolen away from her since.

When she had left her father’s small farmstead she had been in search of freedom, an escape from the mundane. Wintanceaster had seemed lively and exciting, full of opportunity, though she swiftly learned that this only applies if you are a man.

She had taken a job at the alehouse to begin with. She is not quite sure how she ended up in the employment of the local brothel, a temporary arrangement for additional coin that had somehow become permanent. She cannot deny that the money she stashes away now is a larger sum than what she had earned serving flagons of ale and bowls of stew, however, with every man that molds their flesh to hers she cannot help but feel she has simply escaped one entrapment to fall into another; the scenery has changed, yet the shackles remain the same. Once the money beneath her pillow reaches a sufficient quantity, she will leave this place. For now, she is resigned to looking upon it in the cold light of dawn.

In the empty space she occupies in the twilight hours, she is not the daughter of a farmer, she is not a whore, she is simply her, free to think on her dreams as the sky lightens and the day begins anew.

Her head turns, the rustle of footsteps alerting her to a presence beside her.

“Forgive me, my lady, I did not mean to startle you. I thought I was alone.”

She recognises him. A holy man that has accompanied the warriors that travelled here a few days prior. Though his piety is not without question, when she considers the two visits he has made to her place of employment since arriving here. The two women he had laid with had fought viciously over him.

“Hmm,” she smiles softly, “I thought I was alone too.”

He swallows thickly, blue eyes averting their gaze as he clasps his hands behind his back. “If you’d prefer to be alone, I can always–”

Ordinarily, she would balk at the idea of being alone in the darkness with a strange man, but she feels perfectly safe in the gentle presence of this one. He means her no harm.

“Stay,” she interjects, “there is room enough for two. You are Osferth?”

He nods and enquires after her name, bowing slightly as she tells him. The formality of the gesture almost makes her want to laugh.

“I see that sleep evades you too, my lady,” he says, moving to stand beside her, cocking his head as he glances sideways at her.

“It often does,” she sighs, looking out at the horizon. “But I prefer this time of day. It is freeing to not feel obligated, to simply–”

“Be yourself?” He finishes for her, with a raise of his eyebrow.

“So you understand. Is that why you do not sleep either?”

“I understand more than I’d care to admit,” he tells her, scraping his boot against the ground, an obvious gesture of discomfort.

“But you travel in the company of Uhtred of Bebbanburg, what could you possibly have to escape from? Heroism?”

She chuckles drily, causing him to frown as he bows his head, pursing his lips tightly.

“I am a bastard,” he states simply.

“No shame in being a bastard,” she says with a shrug.

“So I am told, but I am nothing more until I prove otherwise. King Alfred’s bastard, the baby monk, I have to fight every day to be seen as more. All I want to be is…Osferth. Simply Osferth.”

She softens, turning towards him, eyes half lidded in sympathetic understanding. “I doubt it provides any comfort, but to me you are simply Osferth.”

“It provides more comfort than you could possibly understand, my lady,” he admits quietly, large eyes staring into hers.

She studies his features silently, the sharp jut of his jaw, his high cheekbones, the straightness of his nose. He is beautiful when the time is taken to really study him, and without thinking her hand reaches up, fingers tracing the outline of his features.

He steps back quickly, eyes widening slightly in surprise. “I have no silver to pay you.”

Her hand drops back to her side as she feels her skin grow hot with embarrassment. “How silly of me to think you could actually understand,” she says bitterly, looking away.

“I did not mean to offend you,” he tells her, his tone pleading as he steps towards her once more.

She shakes her head. “You have not. It is foolish of me to think I could ever be seen as anything more than a whore.”

Osferth’s brow furrows, and he grasps her hand in his. The touch of his flesh against hers feels as though she has been branded, yet she does not jerk away.

“You are so much more.”

“You do not know me.”

“I would like to.”

She looks up at him, taken aback by how impossibly close he is to her, his breath fans across her face as his gaze locks with hers.

“Why?” She whispers.

“There is a reason I did not choose you over those other women,” he says earnestly. “You are beautiful, my lady, worth more than any payment I could possibly give.”

“Then I shall not accept your payment,” she breathes, leaning up to press her lips to his.

He responds in kind, leaning down, and the hand not holding hers reaches up to cup her cheek, his large palm enveloping her skin in its warmth. His lips are soft, yet his kiss is firm and tender. She savours the intimacy of it, sighing softly as her body relaxes against his.

“Are you sure you wish to do this?” He utters, as they reluctantly draw back, foreheads pressed together.

Her pulse races, her core throbbing with need, surrounded by his earthy scent and the heat that radiates off of him. She has never been more certain of anything in her life.

She captures his lips with hers once more in silent answer, and his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her tighter against him.

As they drop to their knees, she pushes him back by the shoulder, shifting to straddle him. Their hands are almost frenzied, their breaths coming in hurried puffs, in their rush to push up her skirt and his robe, before he tugs down his trousers and breeches enough to free himself.

It is only then that they slow the pace. His head falls back against the damp grass as she takes him in her hand, a quiet groan escaping him as she rubs the tip of his hardened cock through her rapidly gathering slick. Sliding herself against it, she repeats the motion, back and forth, preparing herself to take him inside.

His hands disappear beneath her dress, fingers indenting into her hips as he whimpers quietly. “Please, my lady, I will not last if you keep this up.”

She giggles, raising up to guide him to her opening. “Patience, sweet Osferth.”

They both sigh in relief as she sinks down upon him, the length of him stretching her in a way that guides the head of him to brush against a patch inside of her that steals her breath away.

The pace she sets is unhurried, slowly rocking herself atop him, revelling in the exquisite torture of having him touch upon that particular place over and over. If ever she were to experience what it is to be worshipped then this surely must be it. His hold on her hips is almost bruising, made all the more divine when juxtaposed with the reverence of his gaze as he looks up at her, brows pinched together and jaw slack.

She moans, head tipping back as she allows her movements to become faster and more determined. In her peripheral vision she sees the first golden rays of morning breaching the inky blackness of the sky.

Osferth pulsates inside of her, his breathing now reduced to ragged pants. “Oh, please, I’m going to–”

“Not yet,” she whispers, slowing her pace, working her way towards the pinnacle of the ever tightening knot in her gut. “With me.”

His fingertips press tighter into the meat of her, his eyes screwing shut. She brings herself down upon him once, twice, three times more, chasing the sensation that’s about to crest over her, until she finally lets go, closing her eyes and tightening around him with a pleasured cry.

He grunts, bucking upwards, holding her against him as she feels him twitch, spilling himself inside of her. As she catches her breath, eyes blinking open, the dull orange of the sun has chased away the darkness almost entirely, its faint hues slowly lightening the surrounding fields and expanse of the town below them. 

For once, she exists exactly as she is outside the cover of twilight hours, and it gives her hope.

Osferth pulls himself to sit up, keeping himself buried inside of her as she remains in his lap, and they wrap their arms around each other.

“When I return, I will find you,” he whispers.

“Perhaps by then I will finally be free to live as I please.”

“I would like that for both of us,” he replies.

But for now, they will always have this moment, kept immortal in the quiet of dawn.

[little-moonbeam-666]

Osferth *TEASER#2!*

Here’s the 2nd teaser/sneak peek at my Osferth fic. I’m absolutely loving how this is turning out and can’t wait to share the rest of it with you guys! Also, the fic is at 6k words.... and I’m nowhere near finished! So be prepared!

“You better come back to me, baby monk.” you mumbled against his neck, just below his ear.

“I swear it. I’ll be back before you know it, my little witch.” he said, gently rubbing your back in an attempt to soothe you. But in reality all it did was send a burning heat straight to your core. 

‘Little witch’. It  was your nickname amongst almost everyone, mostly Finan and Osferth. But this was different. MY little witch. That’s what he’d called you. It sounded downright filthy the way it rolled off his tongue and you fucking loved it. Oh what you’d give to hear him say it again.

“That’s right, Os. I am your little witch. Only yours.” you said, inhaling his scent one last time before pulling your head back to look at him. “Just come back to me.”

You watched as the men gathered the last of their supplies and made their way to their horses. You wanted to cry at the sight. Imagining life without them almost caused your physical pain. Especially thinking about the possibility of losing Osferth. If he didn’t come back you weren’t sure your heart could handle it.

It wasn’t a half hour later when the men had finished gathering everything they would need and were ready to mount their horses. You stood off to the side, watching silently, waiting for the right moment to say goodbye. Your gaze focused on Finan animatedly waving his hands around, whispering something to Osferth and pointing towards you. Osferth looked your way, blushing crimson when he saw you already looking. Finan just laughed and clapped him on the shoulder before giving him a shove in your direction.

Osferth kept his head down as he walked closer. You met him halfway, reaching a hand out to grab his as you approached him. His fingers squeezed yours as he let his eyes meet yours.

“So what was Finan telling you, Os? He seemed pretty adamant about whatever it was when he pushed you towards me.” you giggled. He chuckled a bit and you watched in amusement as he struggled to find the words.

“I just, uh, I want you to know that I care about you.” he stuttered out. You couldn’t keep the grin off your face.

“I care about you too, my sweet monk. I really do.” you replied, stepping closer to him. As you did, you couldn’t help but notice Finan, Sihtric, and Uhtred gathered by the horses and watching the two of you like hawks with amused smiles on their faces. You grinned, pulling Osferth with you in the direction of the others. You stopped by his horse and smirked as you noticed the others pretending to not pay attention to the two of you.

“I’ll do my best to stay safe, my little witch.” Osferth said, stepping close to you and pressing his lips against your cheek. It was an innocent gesture but it left you burning.

Finan, Sihtric, and Uhtred did nothing to even attempt to hide the grins on their faces, obviously proud of their baby monk for making a move. Well, if they wanted to stare at the two of you so badly, you’d give them something to gawk at.

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[i-jus-wanna-writehappy]

Thotum/Late Kinktober Posts In My Drafts Currently

Minors, do not interact, this is 18+ only

* Abundance part 2, incubus!Satoru finished what he started, with lots of praise. And lots and lots of praise

* Fatgum trick or treating event where a villain crashes the fun for your students and there is so so much praise again because I love him so much

* CHOSO X BLACK!FEM!DANCER and when I say homeboy might rival Todo in his idolization 💋👌🏾 as you can see, I’m a lil feral for Choso and his praise because once again, so much praise

* Uhtred scaring some newcomers with his lil death rider trick, and we all know Uhtred is nothing if not a loving lil praise giver (and receiver)

Plus a few requests I think will be a lot of fun and I’m open to/for more

[eternalstann]

masterlist 🤍

a complete collection of my work, enjoy!

*NSFW material marked with an asterisk*

Marvel

Peter Parker

Tom Holland

Druig

Bucky Barnes

The Last Kingdom

Sihtric - coming soon!

D.C

Bruce Wayne - coming soon!

[deamonswh0re]

Fuck me please

[silverflameataraxia]

I said this light's about to break

And all the darkness fade away

Just breathe on

Coming after you