#osferth fluff
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Silver Coins
Summary: You are paid to be a pleasure for the baby monk.
Paring: Osferth x Female!Reader
Word Count: 2374
Warnings: Smutty smut, inexperienced Osferth, oral sex (m and f), p in v. Minors DNI.
Author's Note: This is for @eddiemadmunson ♥ I agree there is not enough Osferth fics and there should be more. Here’s just some smutty fluff one shot for your ask. ♥ Also, my Osferth is book canon.
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Osferth was tall and lean, with an awkward grace to his movement as he sat himself into one of the chairs within your chambers. He kept his feet on the cobblestone and his large palms gripped onto his thighs.
You thought him to be handsome in a way that was so uniquely his own. What made you agree to this had been when you first saw his eyes. They were a brilliant blue that held no judgment when you spoke to him earlier that night, how they shone with a kindness that you could not recall ever seeing in the gaze of a man before.
“I am looking to bed one of Uhtred’s men,” your tone was purposefully coy and you relished in the pink that dusted his cheeks.
Oh, the word barely left his bow lips and your touch was gentle to take his hand; his palm was calloused and warm, with long, slender fingers that wrapped around your own in response. He allowed you to pull him away from the crowd, which included the grinning fools that were Sihtric and Finan, and you led him to your room below the tavern.
This was where he now sat, so uncertain as to what to do with his hands.
You reach for the knot of your wrap dress, removing the layer to reveal a satin chemise you wore beneath. It was soft and fell to your curves, your nipples pebble beneath from the cool air.
His eyes are wide at the sight of you, his pupils swallowing the beautiful blue and his tongue wet his lips. “My lady,” his voice almost a whisper, “I must admit to you, I have not bed a woman before.”
You were already aware of this, but chose to tease him, moving closer towards him. “Are you not the same man who slain Sigefrid?”
He nods with the tousle of his dirty blonde hair, his gaze shyly cast downwards.
You are now in front of him, your finger curling beneath his chin to bring his eyes to meet with your own. “Well, I admit that I have never killed a man before, so may I suggest a fair trade,” you continue with a smile. “You can share with me how you killed Sigefried and I will share with you the secrets of my trade.”
You lean closer and his exhale fans your cheeks, his eyes still wide as he processes your words. “But, my lord, I insist you remove your boots first.”
“Yes, my apologies,” he stammers and you step back with your smile, watching as he is quick to unlace and remove them. His long legs brought him across to place them by the door, then turning to face you again.
Your smile renews at the sight of his bare feet, pale against the grey cobblestone, and you move towards him. He is watchful of how the satin breathes against your curves with your every step closer until you can place your hands, gentle to the touch, on his chest. His breath draws as you come up to your toes and press your lips against his own.
Osferth seems to balk against your mouth, his lips pressing together and stilting in response, his arms stiff at his sides.
You pull back, your brow quirks as you see his blue eyes still wide and nervous. “Osferth,” you honey your tone, a gentle smile to your lips. You reach to touch his hands and they relax against your own, following your pull to rest them against the small of your waist. “Do not think, just kiss me.”
His gaze falls to your mouth and he tilts his head, his lips soft and warm against your own. Your mouth opens slightly, your tongue touching his bottom lip and you can feel him smile. His hands grow bold, pulling you closer against his chest, meeting with the tempo you set. You open your mouth more to deepen the kiss, his tongue following the languid pacing of your own; you nip at his bottom lip and he groans in your mouth.
The sound melts you against his hard chest, enjoying as his large palms trace the curves of your hips and cradle the small of your back. You wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers move to comb through his golden locks.
He steps and turns you to press your backside against the door, pressing against you and a moan spills from your kiss-swollen lips when you feel his hard length push against your stomach.
“Osferth,” you whisper and he looks pained as you pull away, until you reach for the belt knotted around his slender waist that holds his albe in place. He helps remove the layers until he is bare waist up, his muscles taut and there is a patch of hair across his chest.
Your eyes admire the planes of his abdomen and the lines that dip below where his trousers hung. Your mouth waters at the bold outline of his crotch against the fabric.
Baby monk, you think, incredulous, to yourself and you reach to slip your fingers in the waist and pull him to the bed edge. Your fingers work to unlace and his trousers puddle at his feet; he steps out and backwards until he touches the bed and sits down, watchful and waiting for your lead.
The sight of him bare leaves you almost timid, there is a growing anticipation combined with the warmth wet from his kisses, his touch, between your thighs. You exhale slowly through your open lips, stepping forward and kneeling before him.
He is resting on his elbows, unaware of your slight trepidation to his size, his gaze curious as your hand reaches to curl around his member. A blush returns to his cheeks, the rose color matching his tip and your thumbs wipes the bead of precum, rubbing beneath which elicits a groan that rumbles from the back of his throat.
Embolden, you move to bring your tongue flat to the underside and follow until your lips wrap around the head, your tongue tasting the hint of him. He groans again when your head begins to move in tandem with your hand, up and down his length to coat him with your saliva.
You pull back and he watches as you lift your chemise over your head to bare yourself, his jaw slightly slack as his eyes drink in your figure. Your cheeks grow warm with the adoration of his gaze, stepping closer to straddle him and he sighs sweetly with your warmth pressing against his cock.
He groans when you slowly rock your hips, your silken folds smooth with your spit, sliding the length of his member before your hand reaches to line him with your entrance.
You are slow to lower yourself, in part to savor the delicious stretch as he fills you, another to try and adjust to his size. Your nails bite into his shoulders and his arms are gentle when they wrap the small of your waist, pulling you flush against him, his chest hair tickling your breasts, and he buries his face into your neck. You gasp when his tongue tastes you, clenching in response, and he groans louder.
“I need but a moment,” your voice is small with the confession.
“My lady, take as long as you need,” he breathes into your neck and your skin rises from the touch of his lips. “We may stay like this all night, if it pleases you.”
You pull back to look into his eyes, how they shine with an earnestness, and you find his mouth, your kiss slow and searching. He sighs and you begin again to rock your hips into him; you can feel his hold relax, the warmth of his palms as they settle onto your hips and pull you against him.
The motion allows him to reach deep within you. You rest your palms onto his chest and push him to lay back on the bed, your hands bracing as you quicken your rhythm. A soft moan spills from your lips and another groan escapes the back of his throat when your cunt begins to flutter around him.
You slow your pace, wet lewd noises filling the intimate space. “Please,” he begs. “Show me how to touch you.”
He bites his bottom lip when you take his hand, bringing his thumb to your mouth. He sighs again when your tongue curls the digit, enclosing your lips around and then pulling it back, a line of spittle from your mouth that breaks and falls to your chin. You lower his palm to fit against the inside of your thigh, pressing his thumb into the bloom above where his cock continues the pace, in and out.
Your moan starts soft. “It’s…it is that, can you feel…” your voice mewls with his guided touch.
“I, yes,” there is a sheen of sweat to his features, his focus drawn and torn between admiring the curves of your movement and where his hand now rests. “Right…here?”
His touch coils the passion in your lower abdomen. “Yes,” your cries wanton and it gives him a confidence to his touch, also quickening his upwards thrusts to meet with your motion. Stars dance in front of your eyes and he moans as your climax rolls in waves, clenching at him for his own release.
“Oh, God,” he cries out and you feel him pulsating within your velvet walls with his own peak.
You fall and curl against him, he brings you to the side and waits until your heart rate settles. He is reluctant to let you go, but you give him a kiss, moving to the basin and pouring from the pitcher, grabbing a cloth to wet and wring. You clean yourself before grabbing another, returning to him. “It will be cool,” you warn, your touch gentle.
Osferth hums his pleasure, “Allow me to stay and we can warm beneath the furs.”
“That was my plan already, lord,” you reply and he smiles with your words.
Curled beneath the furs, he is on his side with one arm holding his head up and his other palm resting beneath your breasts, his eyes watching them rise and fall with your steady breaths. He shares the truth of Sigefried, how he climbed the wall while the men fought, and confronted the Dane and plunged his dagger into his stomach.
“Were you frightened?” You shiver with your question, turning your head to look at him.
He smiles and you see his cheeks line with dimples. “I admit, in the moment, I did not have the time to dwell on fear, but I can recall that my hands were shaking.”
You touch his hand, yours so small in comparison to his own. “You did what was needed,” you say and bring his fingertips to your lips.
He leans forward to find your lips once again, another sweet kiss. “Would you allow me…” his voice trails off, a blush to his features as he hems for the words that will allow his hand to move lower.
You touch his cheek to hold his gaze. “Osferth, I am yours tonight.”
There is the added sweetness of your expressed consent, his willingness to listen to your soft hums of guidance as he nestles between your thighs. His lips are so soft, his breath warm on your cunt, and he is quick to understand and match his ministrations with your soft sighs. The curl of his finger within you was sinful, that begins as a gentle prod until you mewl his name and he continues without complaint until he feels you clenching your release.
The morning comes too soon and you begrudgingly leave the monk, who is sound asleep on his stomach and bare next to you. You dress quickly, fasten your cloak and your fingers check the pocket’s contents before you come to the bedside with a gentle kiss to wake him.
His brow quirks when he realizes you are already dressed. “Where are you going?” His voice husky with sleep.
“I am going to the kitchens to have something prepared for you,” you kiss him again and he hums at your touch. “Dress and come meet me upstairs?”
He nods sleepily and you move to leave, your cloak billows with your steps as you walk the corridor and take the stairs up, two steps at a time.
The tavern is empty and smells of spilt ale from the night before, mixed with the spices that waft from the kitchen. You fill two plates and return to place them on an empty table, when the door opens and the silhouettes of Finan and Sihtric fill the door frame.
“We’re closed,” you call to them, a smile to your lips. You move towards them, reaching into your pocket and tossing the felt pouch that hits Finan’s chest.
His brow furrows but he catches it, the soft jingle of the coins it held. “This silver was for you to bed the baby monk,” he says.
“Yes,” you reply, your eyes narrowing onto him. “I am returning it to you, no coin spent.”
Before another word can be said, his dark eyes look past you and you turn to see Osferth surfacing. His hands pat his locks down, a smile on his face when he catches sight of you.
You move towards him, leaving the Irishman and the Dane, and move to wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his lips to your own one last time.
He responds without the embarrassment from last night, softening against your touch and you smile when you pull back. “Do you have time for break fast?”
There is a beat of silence, with Osferth blushing from your affection and Sihtric dumbstruck, before Finan finally speaks. “Afraid not, missus. Lord Uhtred requires us to ride out. We have much to discuss today,” he moves forward to clasp a hand on Osferth’s shoulder, pulling him towards the door.
You sit down on the bench, picking at one of the plates and watch them tuck the monk between, grinning fools and arms draped around his shoulders, pushing through the door and into the morning light.
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Perfect Timing
A/N: this isn’t great but I have baby fever and this helps lmao I needed some fluff in my life
Pairing: Osferth x reader
Warnings: mentions of sex, pregnancy
“You look nervous, baby monk,” Finan chuckled as he looked over at his friend.
“Wouldn’t have to do with a certain, pretty Dane would it?” Uhtred added.
Osferth’s face heated up at their words but he refused to answer. Truth is, he was nervous. He hadn’t seen you in months and he wondered if you would welcome him back with open arms. The two of you didn’t leave on bad terms, quite the opposite actually. But Osferth couldn’t help but get in his head about things, especially concerning his feelings for you.
“I wonder if she’ll even remember ya. I told you you should’ve given her a parting gift,” Finan winked. Osferth scowled but it was soon overtaken with a look of nervousness when the gates of your village appeared in the distance.
The men led their horses to the stables to be fed and watered and then sought out the ale house to do the same for themselves. Osferth tried not to look too eager as his eyes scanned every inch of the town he passed through, looking for any sign of you.
“We don’t serve riff raff in these parts!” The ale house owner yelled when she noticed them walking in, a joking smile on her face.
Uhtred hugged her before settling down at a table. Ale was poured but it didn’t to much to ease the young man’s nerves. His eyes kept darting around and his friends noticed.
“Madame, does (y/n) still live in this town?” Sihtric asked the owner, causing Osferth to nearly choke on his ale. The woman eyed Osferth for a moment before turning to Sihtric.
“She does. She usually spends her evenings down by the river. The cool water eases her,” she said. Osferth became worried that you were ill, wondering what the older woman meant.
“Sounds like we should take a trip to the river,” Finan said.
The men all missed you and regretted leaving you behind in the town. But the open road was no place for a lady such as yourself, no matter how tough you acted. Uhtred wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if something had happened to you while with them.
You were always so kind to them and took them in while they were in hiding. They quickly adopted you into their family and were anxious to see you. No one more than Osferth though.
As they approached the river, they could see a figure with their back turned to them up ahead. You stared out at the sunset, lost in your thoughts, so much so that you didn’t hear them approaching.
“That’s quite the view!” Uhtred called out, causing you to jump. You spun around without even thinking at the voice of your friend.
Their eyes all fell to your arms that were cradling your swollen stomach. Your eyes widened as you realized what they were staring at.
“I see there is much catching up to do,” Sihtric chuckled. All of the men had smiles on their faces except for Osferth, who was too stunned to move.
“Os…” you whispered. His eyes were glued to your stomach and you felt almost uncomfortable under his gaze. All color drained from his face. The men looked between the two of you before realizing.
“That’s not quite what I meant by a parting gift, baby monk,” Finan mumbled to him.
“I think we should give them a moment,” Uhtred said. “Come and find us after. We have missed you.”
“I’ve missed you all too,” you said sincerely.
Your heart was racing as they walked off, leaving you and Osferth alone.
“I would’ve written, but I didn’t know how to get a letter to you,” you said.
“Is it…?” He pointed at himself and you frowned.
“I’m almost insulted, Osferth. Of course it’s yours,” you scoffed. His hands grabbed yours and he finally looked at your face.
“I’m sorry, I just…it was one time,” he mumbled.
“And that’s all it takes,” you sighed. “Don’t feel obligated to be in our lives. It was an accident.”
You pulled away from him and turned back to the sunset. You had imagined this moment a hundred times, and you often hoped that he would be accepting of it, maybe even excited.
“I’m just surprised, is all. I have thought of you every moment since we left and I just never imagined such a blessing in my life.”
He wanted to hold you, to take you in his arms and never let go, but he was afraid to touch you. He was scared to harm you in some way so he refrained.
“You’re all I’ve thought about since the moment I met you,” you admitted. He knew you were fond of him, and him of you, or else you wouldn’t be in your current predicament.
You trusted Osferth and that’s why you allowed him into your bed months prior. You were both tired of being virgins and sought comfort with one another, promising that it would not negatively affect your friendship.
It certainly did affect your relationship, however, you just weren’t sure if it was for better or for worse.
“How long will you be staying for this time?” You asked.
“How long until the babe is here?”
“I’m told it will be soon.”
“I will stay as long as possible, until you and the babe are healthy enough to travel and then we will return to Rumcofa. If that is okay with you, that is,” he quickly added.
“You should like us to come with you?”
He reached out for you again and ever so softly took your hand.
“I would’ve liked it 9 months ago and I would love it now.”
“I was so worried we would never see you again. Or if you did return you’d be upset with me.”
Yours eyes were cast down on your feet and he gently lifted your chin so you could meet his gaze.
“My love is going to bless me with a child of our own, how could I ever be mad at that? I’m only sorry I never told you how I truly felt before and left you with any shred of doubt.”
Tears began to slip down your cheeks and he was scared he said something wrong.
“Oh I’m sorry, I’m so emotional these days,” you sighed, quickly wiping your face.
“You have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart. May I hug you?” He asked. You quickly nodded and you laughed at how cautious he was taking you in his arms.
You nuzzled into him and finally felt peace for the first time in months. Osferth jumped back suddenly when he felt something move against him.
“Was that…?”
“Here, place your hand here,” you said, putting his hand on your stomach. Tears filled his eyes as he felt his child dancing in your belly. “It seems she knows her father is here.”
“You believe it’ll be a girl?” He asked, his eyes lighting up as he felt the movement again.
“I’ve dreamt of her, of the three of us,” you said quietly. He knelt down and laid his head against you.
“Hello, my sweet girl. I bet you’ll be beautiful just like mama. I already love you so much, just like I do your mother,” he whispered.
“You’re going to make me cry again,” you sniffled. He rose to his feet and took your face in his hands. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips that melted away all of your previous tears.
“Let’s get you into bed. It’s getting late,” he said.
“That’s how we got into this situation in the first place,” you joked.
“It is, and I wouldn’t change it for the world,” he laughed.
He brought you back to your house where your friends were already making themselves at home.
They all congratulated you and were thrilled to learn you wanted to return to Rumcofa with them once the time was right.
A few days later and you held your newborn baby girl in your arms. Osferth was a great support during the birth and the first time he took her in his arms, his entire world stopped. He praised god for this blessing and for the timing of his return to you.
He finally had a family of his own and he swore one day he’d make you his wife to show his love and appreciation for you.
And they lived happily ever after and nothing had ever happens again.
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Family
Pairing: Osferth x fem!reader
Warning: angst with happy ending, fluff, sad Osferth
Summary: Osferth had always yearned for his own family. In your eyes he sees it.
Osferth sat among Uhtred and his men as they sat around the table, talking and laughing over ale. He had laughed at some jests, but sitting opposite Aethelflaed made the pit in his stomach grow. Like he had swallowed a stone and is now lying uncomfortably in his stomach.
As Edward joined the table the pit in his stomach grew heavier. When his half-siblings began to joke around with each other. He was envious of their relationship. He had longed for siblings of his own, sometimes praying Alfred might acknowledge him and gift him with his younger siblings. But fate was cruel in that regard.
You watched him grow quiet next to you. Your light mood came to a halt as Osferth turned inward into himself. When he stood up as Edward had sat down you immediately were wrong. He had told you once while helping Lady Gisela in the household, he longed for a family, siblings. Somewhere he could turn when he needed warmth and companionship.
You smiled at him and told him he had Uhtred, Finan and Sihtric now. That Gisela already treated him like he was part of her family. And he could always come to you if he ever felt alone. He blushed softly, murmuring a soft thanks as you walked into the great hall with buckets of fresh water.
You looked over to the table he had sat alone. Your heart hurts as you see him hunched over his meal eating alone. You grabbed your ale and bowl of stew and walked over sitting on his right side. “Can I join?” You softly spoke.
Osferth looked at you like a thief caught red-handed. His cheeks grow warm at the sight of you. “Yes. Of course.” He stammered out softly. You smiled before resuming to eat. He watched you with soft eyes.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Your soft voice flew into his ear. He shook his head, looking at his stew. He was thinking about gorging it all down even if he wasn’t hungry anymore. “You know you always have a family with me?” He grinned softly at your soft words. “I know.” He whispered back.
For some time, he had been thinking of family. He had travelled with Aethelflaed for some time. Trying to come up with an idea of how to establish a sibling relationship. He failed miserably.
When he looked at you, all he could see was his own family. With you as his wife. Many children so they would know what it felt to have siblings who loved one another.
“And what if I want it? A family with you?” He asked shyly. His heart beating so widely he could hear his blood rush in his ears. You frowned softly in confusion. “I don’t know what you mean, Os?”
That damned nickname you gave him made his stomach erupt in butterflies. “I mean our own family. Me, you … and maybe children of our own.” He whispered under his breath.
Your eyes widened softly. The spoon you were holding fell from your hand into the stew with a soft thud. “I thought you were a monk. Isn’t it against-“ “I don’t want to be anymore. My father chose this path for me. I will still be devoted to god, but I want to worship you as my wife.” He looked over at you with his soft blue eyes. “I can’t stay quiet anymore about my feelings about you. I feel more for you than a brother should. And I am thankful we aren’t related. I would like to make it known we are a family.”
You bit your lip softly. An act Osferth found irresistible. It seemed like the conversation was over when you looked away. But your body language gave Osferth hope. You softly scooted over to him and laid your head on his arm. “I like spring weddings.” Osferth grinned at your whisper.
The pit in his stomach was replaced by a swarm of butterflies. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head softly.
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An abandoned church made most of broken wood and whimpering winds becomes a momentary resting sanctuary for Uhtred and his men— Osferth finds himself with a crooked root in the shape of a hand, a gold ring, and a full, blue moon.
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contains— smut, fluff, angsty-ish - corpse bride!au - this is not the N word okay, you're a ghostly being that becomes corporeal. it's monsterfucking, not that kind of filth - no use of y/n - mentions of christianity lol - dillusioned!reader (if you know the movie, you know) - mention of character death - nsfw: sort of dubcon, smidge coercion, cock worship, orgasm denial(?) - no betas.
a/n— ok, but i am actually very proud of this one!! i enjoyed writing this way too much, adding a bit of comedy aspect to it shdhs. i hope you enjoy it!! oh, also this is the vibe you want if you wanna listen. comment, reblog & like at will, mi luvs, mwa!
His pack rests behind him, the couple of bundled furs he uses for bedding has hardened into the cold ground, not at all aiding his sleep. Around him, his lord and the rest of the men had managed to fall into their dreams, almost as soon as they closed their eyes.
Even Finan, with a furrow in his brow and his arms crossed, has his head tilted awkwardly to one side that Osferth knows is going to be painful in the morning.
But sleep evades him, and though he scarcely believes in ghosts, resting in a church, no matter how abandoned, no matter that there's gaping, charred hole that has blown over the side of it, trickling the cold, winter winds and soft, wet snow— it feels odd.
It brings a restlessness and a comfort all the same, and with a few minutes more of staring at rotting wood and broken awning, Osferth sighs. Their small fire is dying, might as well get more dry sticks.
The church, though broken and ruined, offers warmth. Once he's out into the wintry night, the pale moonlight bright and full, glittering the wisps of fluffy snow as if you don't come out wet if you sink on it. It's cold. Much too cold to walk, to linger, but he continues. He winds to the other side, leisure in his pace, breathing in the cold whilst warming his hands with his mouth.
It's nice to find a rhythmic motion that empties his thoughts. It is nice to be out of Wessex, out of familiarity. Uhtred brought with him adventure and battle, honour and excitement. It quieted the wrought in his head... until night comes, and Osferth is left with the weight of all those he tries to bury.
He walks quite a bit, observing and carries a faint sadness for a few graves that are left. Some opened, unearthed by grave robbers, uncaring of the Christian faith. Wooden plaque holding no names, just crosses. He moves past, finding himself entering the forest before he could think through it until he comes across a clearing. It's surprisingly, perfectly circled, trees at the side adjusted like soldiers with a curled root at the centre.
Curious and kind of awed at nature, at the wonder of the existence this little tree root, curled and cold, he dips one knee as flutters his fingers over it. The thin spindles look like curled fingers, a hand reaching in a hooked angle.
When he pushes his hand forward, curling his fingers against the root, Osferth makes a surprised hum at how fitted, how perfectly it holds like a hand against his.
Osferth doesn't notice you, dancing between the shadows and moonlight. Hit by light and you fade with it, more air and light yourself than life and physical flesh. You had seen him and his men find the scarred church and setup camp. The four men had not been the first to find the abandoned place, nor had taken refuge.
And time is everlasting when you're dead. Meaningless when there is no end to days and nights.
But he is different, you muse, watching him unable to sleep and walk and walk until he reached the clearing and your cold, dead heart feels a tug.
Does he know you? Is that why he is so different?
You slink between trees, hiding behind a trunk as you watch him kneel where your body lies, curious and awed, watching as he holds your hand, curling his fingers around your own.
Your left hand flexes, a surprised giggle falling from your lips and disappearing with the wind as you feel his warmth. His hand as if he is holding your own. Human touch fades from memory in a span of time and it is a pleasant hold.
Look down, you try to say, excitement you've never felt before, thrums through your body. Look down and see the ring!
If he does, you know do not need to know who he is. You know who he will be.
Look down, look down, look down! Please! you are practically screaming, jumping in the shadows as his eyes, beautiful blue like your favourite butterfly, is entranced by the glint underneath the snow. You hold your hands to your chest. Oh, please! Please, Please look down!
You exhale, feeling life sweep back into your mouth. There. There you are, you say soundlessly as he picks it up. A gold band worn with age but gold it still is. He twists it around, and though others have tried to steal it, pocket it and sell it, you know he is different. His warmth is different. There is kindness in his eye that you like.
And God, is he pretty. You would not mind at all being his bride.
You're on one knee, now propose, you say, willing the vows of old and binding to reach his ears. He twists it and as if playfully entranced, he mutters the words that you echo back in the shadows.
"With this hand, I will lift your sorrows," Osferth murmurs, the words he's listened once as a young boy, hearing the priest anoint two lovers who had escaped to bond their love. "Your cup shall never be empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness."
He raises the ring and places it on your crooked, dried fourth finger— and you inhale air, wintry and cold and so, so alive for the first time in a very long time.
"And with this ring," he says.
"I ask you to be mine," you finish, startling Osferth as you glide toward him. Triumphant. He stumbles, falling on his bum as your arms widen around you in all your ghostly bride attire and glory. "My love! I have waited for you for such a long time. Good thing the ice and winters have been kind to my body and you still manage to find it!"
Though in truth, you had plowed against hard ground to at least unearth your left hand while most of your body had been abandoned. Your skull had cracked in three places, and there's a worm who made a permanent home in your dried liver. But your new husband does not need to know that.
He gapes at you, wide eyed and unblinking, and just as he starts you yell? Shriek— You stumble to him, falling on his lap as you press your hands against his mouth. When you don't pass through him, you let out an excited shriek.
"Oh, my apologies, I don't mean to scare you!" You pout, aged old sadness wisps beneath your eyes. "Please don't scream, my love. I have waited for you for so long. And you're so warm... and so real."
As shock permeates his face, frozen under the feel of you pressing against him— there is weight, he can feel you. You're not as warm as him, cold in fact, and he is able to see through you if his eyes adjust well enough. But you are there. He can see you and he can feel you. Your wide, unblinking eyes drinking him in, exuberant smile composed of pretty lips and a mesmerising happiness. Your hair cascades around a ruined, fluttering veil with dead flowers atop your head.
But by God, you are beautiful.
Your wedding dress— because you are a bride, are you not? Were a bride, Osferth's head is starting to ache from trying to look through and at you — are in tatters and holes, showing more of your skin than what your dress initially thought to show and he swallows. He can see a creamy thigh exposed through a slash. It doesn't help that you're bent over, resting between his legs, and he can see the top of your breasts.
On your end, your hands are just there, on his face, and you start exploring his pretty visage. His warmth is addicting, gliding your fingers through his nose and pretty cheekbones, tickling yourself on his lashes with the pads of your fingers and you giggle. The sound makes Osferth exhale shakily before you are cupping his sharp jaw and your fingers touch his lips, your own mouth turning into an 'O'.
Oh, they're soft and a little chapped, a little cold, but his exhale entrances you. His show of pure, breathing life is tantalising.
You lean in closer, nearly touching his lips with your own as you try to inhale his air. He smells of smoked meat and dried ale. Winter woods and burnt campfire. Your hands drift from his mouth to his neck, to his chest. His heart. There in your palms, you press tight. A quickened heartbeat nestles beneath and you exhale, smiling ruefully.
"My husband." Osferth's eyes widen at the pure adoration and lust in your gaze. "You are wonderful. My wait is worth it."
"Hold on, l-lady." He captures your hands in his, eyebrows furrowed. He swallows as he can feel you both corporeal and wispy. If shadows can be held, he thinks it would feel like this. "H-How am I your husband? Sorry, I've— I don't even know your name!"
What's more is that you're a ghost! But something in his head tells him not to speak aloud such a thing, for another, he isn't sure he hasn't fallen back in the encampment with the others. A bizarre dream of a very pretty, ghostly bride is for one an embarrassing topic to broach.
"Oh. That's right!" You giggle happily, offering your name and Osferth tests in his tongue. A pretty name for a pretty bride. "What's yours? Though, I'm afraid I prefer to call you husband, and would prefer to be called your wife. Or 'your love'."
At another helpless, tinkling laughter, Osferth blushes. Your eyes are distracted by the colour in his cheeks, so long ago contained your own but no more, that you take your hands from his and start petting the rosy tint again. He's so warm that you start nuzzling into him, your head burrowing into his neck.
"O-Osferth." He clears his throat to get your attention. "Osferth, lady."
"My wife."
"Sorry?"
You start to pout. "Call me 'my wife'."
Osferth starts to shake his head. "Lady, I really don't—"
"I am your wife now. See." You sit up, pointing back to your dead hand, gold ring glinting under the pale moon. "You've made your vows and given me the ring. We're married now." Your gaze darkens, your form shimmering and Osferth yelps as you had gotten ice cold. "You have made your vow, Osferth. Are you telling me you do not honour your vows? Are you a man without honour? Is there another... woman?"
Your hands on his face sharpened, like ice, digging through his skin as iff trying to embedded yourself into his skull. He cries out, taking your wrists.
"No, no! I— yes, I am your husband now. I am. There is also no other woman!"
You cock your head, still frowning. "Are you sure?"
"I'm wearing monk's robes, lad— wife," he says helplessly.
"But..." You cock your head to the side. "You don't seem too shock of a woman's body. You're very responsive to me, my love, I enjoy it quite so."
This time, he blushes deeply. "I— Goodness, okay. I've had practice... s'all."
"With... whores?"
He cringes, waiting for you to turn mad, pure ice cold and tear through his skin like you almost did, but you only hum when he nods.
"That is alright. That presents more of a challenge than an obstruction of our love."
"Challenge?" he asks as you gently push him on his back, straddling his hips. You slide your palms up and down his torso almost as if he is a campfire and you are warming your hands.
He swallows at your confident grin before you blow him a kiss and he exhales a laugh, his mind truly unconnected from his body because there is a ghostly woman on top of him, adoring him with flirtations, and he is stirring in his pants.
Truly, he must be deep asleep, in a more awkward position than Finan.
If I am, he thinks watching you with a blossoming attachment. Please, by God, don't wake me.
With a seductive intent, you slide down from his body, making sure you pay a special wiggle in his tenting manhood that he feels a lightning bolt from his cock to the ends of his nerves. He doesn't truly understand what you intend until you've unlaced him and paying special attention to his now, semi-erect appendage.
Osferth is red and sputtering, unable to find the strength to stop you.
You get your face impossibly close to his manhood, your unbridled attention makes his cock inflate until you test a teasing finger from beneath, circling his balls, up and up until you tease the slit and his hips jolt.
"G-God, Oh goodness," he spits, white knuckling his woolen coat. "Please do something. D-Don't just—shit." You test a tongue, laving the underside of his cock until pearly white essence beads from his slit and you lick it experimentally. It tastes salty, inexcusably human and alive, and you decide you like it, especially when you watch Osferth writhe, unable to decide what to do from such teasing little touches.
"Good thing for you husband, your wife made sure to serve a keen listen to gossiping wives behind the church after mass. Well before the raid burnt it all down." You got yourself comfortable between his thighs, loving how snugged you fit against his warmth here, as well as having a beautiful of view of your Osferth. "They spoke salaciously of what keeps their husbands to their beds."
You give him a wink as you enclose your hand on his cock, giving it a firm tug and he chokes. "To keep the whores away." You start slow and teasing, wanting to see what movements pleased him the most, what made him sigh and groan, jolt, hips chasing the feeling of your hand that started to warm and get wet, both from his excitement and the teasing licks you give.
When he started panting, you took your hand away. His head bobs back adorably at you, frowning. "W-Wife? Wha—" But you don't let him finish, sitting up on your hunches as you replace your hand with your mouth, feeling the stretch as he throws his head back again, neck arched. It doesn't hurt, momentarily uncomfortable as you test the feeling of it, the weight now so full in your mouth before you start moving up and down, eased by the slick and guided by his pretty sounds.
And Osferth has been on the brink of peak multiple times, but you kept stopping or slowing midway. At first, he surmised it must be your first time, unused to a man in your mouth but eager to give him pleasure, which he can't help but feel deep fondness for.
By the third peek he's been deprived off, and the little smirk playing on your lips, he realised the truth. But your mouth is a different story. It's hot and heady, just like a real mouth and his stomach is clenching, his pleasure tightening that he's got tears in his eyes, apologising as his hips chase his high in your throat but by the rumble that rocked his cock, it seems as if you were trying to tell him it was okay.
When you started massaging his stones, he was gone. White hot pleasure broke behind his eyelids that he grabbed your head, your veil and hair, dead flowers falling into light as he came, hips stuttering, before holding you down until the last drop of his spend is in your mouth.
He releases you with apologies, chest heaving with tears in his eyes. "I-I'm so sorry, lady, I— inexcusable." He stared gently cleaning your face, unable to realise how much more solid you had become, how much more colour bled in your ghostly blue.
But as you sit back up, you're grinning, unmistakable pride in your gaze as he wipes the corner of your mouth tenderly. You take his fingers before he wipes it on his trousers, coated in him, and licks them clean, sucking hard with a little giggle.
"Good boy," you say. Osferth shudders, his cock already painfully stirring once more.
The Lord have mercy on him. Were there ghostly vixens? Did he marry the only ghostly vixen?
He can't say he's too mad about it.
"Hmm. So that's what it tastes like. I think I like it." You smile, rubbing his thigh. "I also think we are going to have a fruitful marriage, sweet Osferth. What we only need now is one thing..."
He blinks at you. "Hm?"
"Death, my love." You blink back at him owlishly, snapping the dagger strapped to his side. "How can we stay together when one of us breathes?"
Christ, I already have an idea for part two...
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The Lost Children
Chapter 6
Summary: Edward’s men watch your relationship closely as they are still skeptical. Osferth begins training you with a sword again (and finally with his sword.) How will this impact your relationship henceforth?
Word Count: 3.4K
Warnings: *Deep Breath* Angst in the beginning, Heavy Petting, Smut (p in v, fingering), Loss of Virginity, experienced male teaching inexperienced female, premature ejaculation, creampie, hint at marriage, fluff at the end.
Rating: Explicit, +18, MDNI
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The floorboards croaked, disturbing your slumber. You groaned groggily and when you tried to roll to your side, your muscles and bones ached deeply, fully waking you. Slowly you sat up from the floor you were sleeping on, rubbing your shoulders and neck forcefully with a wince on your face.
“Paying your penance for not taking the bed?” Osferth asked, looking as if he also had not slept well.
You scrunched your nose, making a face, refusing to answer him. Turning your head aside and looking up to the window. Dawn was cracking through the wooden shutters. A cool misty air had settled in the room from the poorly sealed window. You realized that you felt damp.
“It’ll be a chilly ride this morning, hope your new mare isn’t too fresh.” Osferth spoke with a certain poison on his tongue that made you tilt your head briskly in questioning as he fastened his boots.
You stared at him for a few moments before he realized your angry eyes were on him.
Your eye narrowed when he looked at you. “Do you have a qualm against my new horse?”
Osferth frowned mockingly and shook his head, looking away, “No, not at all. She’s a fine mount.”
“Why are you being so fresh this morning then?” Deciding to throw his own derogatory verbiage back at him seemed to have been a fine idea because you realized you received a reaction from him.
He stiffened, bent over the chair, fixing his boots and trousers. His brows furrowed deeply and his nose scrunched. “I just think someone else is more deserving of a horse like that.”
At that, your eyebrows nearly reached your hairline, “Someone like you?”
He shrugged his shoulders and stood up straight. “Someone who has been loyal to Lord Uhtred longer than you have.”
You scoffed, “He’s my father.” Osferth scoffed in return. You felt the need to defend Uhtred’s decision in gifting you a fine horse. Finer than his own. “He gifted her to me out of guilt,” you blurted, not entirely certain you were correct.
His head cocked and jaw ticked before Osferth rolled his eyes and turned around, done with the conversation and you. He walked toward the door and just as his hand was about to turn the knob he paused, looking over to you, still seated on the floor. “Remember, we are together.” Then, he swung the door open and stepped out before you could say another word.
It took you a few moments, in your early morning fog, to remember what he meant. As it came back to you, you groaned and put your heavy head into your own hands that rested on your bent knees.
Edward. Edward’s men. Osferth’s woman. A lie.
“Damn him,” you swore, not entirely sure if you were swearing Osferth, Uhtred, or Edward. You were tired and frankly, mad at everyone.
After you dressed and went down to the first floor of the Inn where everyone was seated at a table, you sat next to Finan, flopping into the seat with little energy.
“Long night?” Finan joked with a suggestive hint and wiggled his eyebrows toward Osferth.
Osferth blushed, playing along with the act.
You on the other hand, had not realized both of Edward’s men were sitting on the other end of the table, watching the play in front of them closely.
“If you mean long night-“ you started. Osferth sensed you hadn’t noticed the men on the end of the table who were paying close attention to you. He moved across the table swiftly and out a hand over your mouth, stopping the words that were forming in your mouth and beginning to spill the truth in front of men who were waiting for it.
His hand engulfed the lower half of your face and while you fought against him, Osferth merely chuckled and pulled you in closer to him, twisting your head inconspicuously to see the other men at the table. “Haha,” he faked, “darling, we need not tell them of our bedroom antics.”
Before you could bite Osferth’s hand, the men around you started rising, noticing the tension and stated that we needed to be on the move if we wanted to make it to the next village by nightfall. Osferth rose and offered you his hand. Since you felt watched, needed to put on a good show for your own benefit, you took it, squeezing harshly when Edward’s men had turned around and asked Uhtred a question.
Once outside, you let go of Osferth’s hand and began your work saddling your mare. Once you were nearly finished, Osferth came over to you in a hushed tone, “Lord Uhtred has informed me that Edward’s men are going to ride with us until we reach our destination.”
You narrowed your eyes and turned to Osferth, “Which is where might I ask? No one is telling me anything-“
“What is not concern is where we are going to but whom we are traveling with.” He corrected your behavior. “If Edward’s men find out you are Uhtred’s daughter and not my woman- well- we will all face repercussions for lying to the King.”
You rolled your eyes, “Fine, act friendly toward you. I understand.” You turned to finish tightening your saddle and Osferth moved close to your back, pinning you softly between your mare and himself.
He leaned in to your ear, “I believe we both need to act friendly toward each other.” He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and whispered against it, “I’m sorry for how I behaved myself last night.”
You elbowed him slightly but harshly so he’d moved away and when he did, you turned and narrowed your eyes at him, noticing Edward’s men were walking by with their own mounts, watching you two.
You leaned in close to him and whispered, “Good act but they’re not looking now…so go.”
Osferth looked over to the men who had now mounted and walked over to Uhtred on the road.
“I hadn’t noticed they were even looking,” he admitted before giving your a brief smile and rubbing where you had elbowed him before moving toward his own steed.
The journey was peaceful for most of the day. Due to Edwards’s men riding with the group, you had to ride next to Osferth for most of the day. Near midday, you finally got bored enough to ask him when he was going to begin training you with a sword again. He simply smiled and said “Whenever you would like m’Lady.”
Just before dusk, the group had reached the next town, but the inn unfortunately was full, so you rode North, just a few miles outside of the village and made camp.
At that time, there was still enough daylight left, so directly after you ate your supper, you asked Osferth if he could train you. He smiled and nodded, excusing the two of you from the group settled around the vampire, then the both of you took off into the woods, across a small creek and down a hill so your lack of sword skills would not embarrass you in front of Edward’s men.
“Your stance is not ready, if you were to have to dodge a strike, you would fall,” Osferth came up behind you and kicked your feet apart. You felt that familiar heat begin to grow in your lower abdomen as he stood behind you.
“There, now you stand like that, wide, light in your feet.”
It was stronger this time, something about your body, here and now, it yearned for a man you vowed to deny until he could apologize; and he hadn’t.
He reached around you, grabbing the hilt of your sword and encompassed his hands around your own.
“Hold it like this.” He instructed gently, too close. You felt wet. Perspiration? No, something different.
“And when you strike,” his voice was soft but commanding, “you want to mean it. If you back out halfway through, you will get hurt. Aim true. Don’t hesitate; if you do, your opponent will win.”
You nodded. Croaking out a, “got it,” before trying to move away from his proximity…but Osferth’s arm snaked around your waist, keeping you to him.
Hot. You felt hot. This couldn’t be happening. Not now, not when you felt like you didn’t have control.
“I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you,” his soft voice was so close to your ear…it made you want to lean into him.
“I’ve not been a good friend or a good lover to you, and for that, I apologize.” His nose nuzzled through the hair guarding your neck from him. Finally, he found your skin and kissed you gently and held his lips to your quickening pulse.
You felt like you could faint.
“You’re not-“ you choked out, “You’re not my lover.”
“In pretend only for now, yes.” He kissed you again, “But I’d like to be in practice… if you’ll have me.” His other hand reached up and you dropped your sword as he caressed your stomach through your dress, then your ribcage, then your breast. A small moan escaped both of your lips as Osferth began to grope your breasts tenderly and you pushed back against him in reply, feeling his hardness through his fabrics.
“I- I- want this,” you breathed out, “But I’m worried.” Your brain was fuzzy as Osferth touched you and kissed your neck but in the back of your mind, you were still worried that after Osferth fucks you, he’ll turn hateful again just like before.
“I’ll be gentle with you, you know I’ll be gentle.” He misunderstood you but the words made you turn around and grab his face, kissing him on his lips harshly and pulling him into you.
The action made you lose your balance, falling backward pulling him atop you. Giggling and moving your head so he could kiss the front of your neck as his hands traveled underneath your clothes and pulled them over your head, leaving you in your riding trousers and undershirts. He moved down your body and hastily yanked your boots off while you began pushing your trousers down and once he could get ahold of them, he grabbed them too and ripped them off of you.
Now you’re lower half bare, you didn’t feel embarrassed as Osferth moved up your body to kiss you harshly, greedily, as his hand traveled down to your core and began playing with your pearl. A moan escaped your mouth, into his own and you felt him smile against your lips in pride as he moved against you. Pulling away to watch his work on your clit, you closed your eyes in ecstasy, a pure feeling you’d never felt before as Osferth moved against you, building a knot in your lower stomach.
“Oh God, what are you doing?” You moaned, feeling silly for not knowing your body could feel this way.
“Not God, just me,” he chuckled, removing his fingers from you and opening you wider gently with his hands pushing your knees apart as he kneeled between them. Then, he brought his hand to the apex of your thighs again and started circling a different part of your core, finally, pushing a single finger in.
You whimpered in pleasure as some needy tension was relieved when he inserted himself inside you but your sound made Osferth stop.
“Was that painful?” You looking up to him and saw concern on his face.
“No, no!” You whined, “Keep going. More please. More.”
Osferth nodded and your head fell back against the soil as he began moving again. The knot in your lower half continued to tighten as his ministrations were precisely where you needed them and then…more pressure down there, this time, slightly painful.
You raised your head and looked up to Osferth as he explained, “I’ve got to work you open if you’re going to take me-“
“Work me open?” You questioned but head felt back again as Osferth hit a within you that took the pain away and pleasure began to bloom faster.
He chuckled at your reaction, “I don’t want it to be painful for you.”
“Why-“ you could barely think, “why would it hurt?”
Osferth nearly chuckled darkly at your ignorance but decided to take pity on you, “Do you think my cock is the same size as my fingers?”
His words made the knot tighten and you grew excited at his insinuation. “I’d, I’d like to know-“
“Patience, my sweet lady, patience.”
He brought his thumb up to work your bud gently as his two fingers worked against your quaking walls and the knot tightened. It tightened so much that you were overcame with a blinding, searing sensation of euphoria throughout your whole body. You felt tight, hot, strange. When the fuzz in your brain slowly dissipated, you felt Osferth pumping his fingers against your core and you shuddered, wanting to pull away from him due to the hyper sensitivity you felt but he only stopped and moved over you, kissing you gently.
“What-“
“You peaked,” he explained gently. Your brows began to furrow in embarrassment for your ignorance but he smoothed you and kissed again, “It’s confusing for most women, their first time, it’s okay.” He held you head gently and looked into your eyes deeply. “We can stop here-“
You shook you head, “No, no I’d like to continue- I’d like you to-“ you gulped your pride down, “teach me.” You looked up at him and his face was solemn, impossible to read. You brought your hand up to his face and cupped it, “please.”
You plea brought Osferth from his trance and he nodded, “Of course.” He stood and removed his robes and shirt, to expose his toned chest and arms.
You suddenly felt that if he were to be fully nude, you should as well, to make him feel more comfortable, so you started to pull your shirt over your head but he stopped you, “You don’t have to do that.” Looking up to him with big eyes, he offered further, “This is about you, not me. Only do what you’re comfortable with. Do it if you’re comfortable.” He began taking off his trousers and you kept your shirt on, not comfortable fully exposing yourself.
When his trousers were undone, he pulled them down, exposing his cock.
You had, unfortunately, seen a man’s penis before, never in a way that made you list filled, more so, repulsed. However, staring at his pretty cock, thick and long, leaking at the tip with a reddened head, you were filled with a newfound lust, if not, a bit scared. Osferth moved to kneel between your legs but as he moved to kiss you, you stopped him with your hand on his chest. His expression of confusion was not missed on you.
“I’d like to be on top, if that’s alright.”
Osferth’s eye twitched in further confusion, “that’s not typically the way of-“
“You said,” cutting him off, “this is about me. What I’m comfortable with. Guide me but let me take you at my own pace.”
He seemed for contemplate your words for only a split second before grabbing your hips and flipping the two of your around, his large hand traveling through your hair to the back of your head and pushing you onto him for a punishing kiss. You giggled as you pulled away and sat atop him. “Thank you,” whispering.
“Lean up, just a bit, I’ll guide you on.” You did as he said and he grasped the base of his cock and ran it through your folds before catching on your entrance from below. “Okay, you go at your pace,” he kissed your hand, “just know, this is killing me.” He smiled and you giggled again, giddy with something between lust and love, however, you’d never admit the latter.
You sat up and his grip on his harden cock followed, putting a hand on his solid abdomen to support yourself, you began lowering yourself down slowly.
His head breached you slightly then met resistance.
“Relax,” he cooed and you tried to obey.
Lowering yourself more, little pain began to shoot through you as you felt his appendage conquered even more of your maiden core. You were thankful he had, in fact, prepared you then as you felt this could have been more painful.
Osferth’s head rolled back slightly and you saw him biting his lip as he tried to restrain himself. You wondered briefly how he was like when given free will of his lovers body without restraint of “being gentle.” The thought excited you and you abruptly lowered the remainder of yourself down, onto his cock, your pelvis flush with his. Pride bloomed in your heart as you had realized you had just taken a man successfully with little pain.
This would come naturally to you, you thought, and it excited you.
“My God, who art in Heaven,” Osferth nearly moaned, “forgive me, for I have sinned and oh God,” you experimentally moved against him, making him twitch inside you, “I am bound to keep sinning with this demon in my presence.”
“Demon?” You laughed and rolled your hips against him again, making him nearly choke out a moan.
“Oh lady, don’t do that,” he begged.
You laughed and rolled your hips again, “I thought you were supposed to be teaching me?”
Osferth wiped his hand across his face on anguish, “I feel as if I will fail you.” He grasped your hips harshly and started moving you against him in the way you rolled your hips previously, you felt so incredibly full and he moved against every inch of you beautifully. The familiar knot, the peak, had begun to appear again. “Yes, just like that sweet one.”
The name made you blush, Osferth was so lost on his own ecstasy to realize it.
He choked out a moan and you felt his body tighten against you, then, warmth flood your core. You kept riding him, unaware he had peaked until he grasped your hips harshly and stilled you on him.
Breath ragged, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he rambled.
“What?” Growing anxious something was wrong.
“I uh- I spilled myself already, inside you.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, angrily at himself.
You leaned down and kissed him, feeling the warmth you now know was his seed spilling from your core and his softening sock pulling from you. “Can you not go again? I want to peak on you.” You moved down, kissing his chest.
You felt him nod, “Again, for you, of course. Just-“ he moved both of you again so that he laid on top of you, “just give me a moment.”
That “moment,” consisted of him kissing and suckling at your breasts over your shirt before you finally felt resolve and pulled the shirt over your head to grant Osferth full access to your body. You felt hims harden inside you once again and as he attacked your breasts with kisses, licks and sucks, he began canting his hips into you. Gently at first, then picking up speed. The knot started building within you and Osferth felt it, fully recovered and raised from your body to look down at your bare form as he began pumping into your harshly with his cock.
His rutting was rough, as if he had something to prove to you but you loved it. Chasing that peak feeling, you were nearly there as he toed the line with you. And then, his dexterous fingers found your pearl and you toppled over the peak.
Blinding euphoria rocked through your body as your clenched yourself around his cock, milking him. Unfortunately, he pulled himself from your core in the middle of your peak, cutting it short as your fuzzy eyes looked up at him, grasping your bent knee in one hand and with the other, pumping his cock in his hand, once, twice, before spilling white-hot seed on your stomach.
He collapsed next to you on the forest floor, catching his breath. You looked over to him, smiling and he smiled back at you.
“First-“ still breathless, “we must repent.”
You laughed.
He smiled, “Second, we find a church.”
Your brow quirked, “why?”
“I don’t want to repent every time after I have you.” He leaned over and kissed you passionately.
Maybe the word “love,” could have been used about this interaction, however, you’d just blame it on the ethereal haze.
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priest or pleasure?
Until HoTD s2, I’m waiting for my few crumbs of World on Fire and in denial of what happened to such a sweet priest character
Fluff with Osferth is sweet and comforting, gentle touches, soft kisses, fleeting glances and warm intimacy, a confession that leaves his heart hammering when you reciprocate, blushing at your forwardness but getting used to as time passes, long talks under the stars, protective to each other as long as your days can allow it.
fluff includes flirting with the other until they break, Tom taking you around town at home, “slight of hand” gifts from him that you have your eye(s) on, cheeky nicknames and inside jokes, sweet kisses that can easily turn passionate, stealing his jumpers when it’s cold (or maybe he’ll just offer his arms or other ways to stay warm 😉)
#osferth x reader#world on fire#tom bennett#my writing#tom bennet x reader#osferth#headcanons#world on fire season 2#tlk osferth#osferth fluff#the last kingdom#tlk x reader#ewan mitchell
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pairing.uhtred, finan, sihtric, osferth & sigtrygger x female reader |genre. fluff, reactions? Idk what to call this | warnings. Touching and some kissing | wc. 692 |
synopsis. some sexy tlk men’s favorite physical touch with there girl
request. no
note. I got this cute idea when I was watching kitchen nightmares, weird right? i really want to write more for other characters, just need some suggestions 👩🏻💻 this is kinda short, but it’s sweet. Maybe I’ll make a part 2 in the future!
☆ UHTRED
laying his head on your chest
Uhtred loves laying his head on your chest, for multiple reasons. One, because it's very comfortable, being able to lay down and just close his eyes, feeling your warmth. The second reason is because he loves being able to hear the soothing beat of your heartbeat. He has lost so many people that he's loved in his life, so being able to have you close to him and knowing that you're there, that you're safe…that you're alive. It's very special to him. The two of you don't even have to talk, just lay in silence; in bliss in the bed, you two shares. It's very intimate.
☆ FINAN
cuddling
Finan absolutely loves cuddling with you, he loves how close it makes the two of you become. It doesn't matter what position, as long as the two of you are as close as you can be, he's fine with it. Finan doesn't mind showing some public affection but the two of you mostly cuddle at home, in bed or his favorite place, the soft fur rug in front of the fireplace. Finan’s favorite part of his day is when the two of you wind down, and cuddle on the rug in front of the fire, drinking some ale and talking about your days. Sometimes he would even interrupt you to place a few kisses on your skin that was illuminated by the fire. It was peaceful, it was warm.
☆ SIHTRIC
hugging you close
It was hard for sihtric to really find his favorite physical touch, there all his favorites. But the more he thought about it, he realized that hugging you was his favorite. He hugged you when he was sad, when he was upset, when he was happy. He loved hugging you; he loved being able to pull you close and wrap his arms around you. He loved the smile that would spread across your lips when he pulled you close to him, or how flustered and shy you would get when he would lean to whisper flirty comments in your ear. Either it was hugging you from behind or the front, he loved it. He also hugged you and left a kiss on your forehead before he would have to leave (and ofc a breathtaking kiss). There was just something about hugging you that gets him going.
☆ OSFERTH
resting his head on you
Osferth is a shy boy, at first that is. He was too shy to show public affection towards you around others, so he left all that for when the two of you were alone. But he started noticing something that he did in public and private without realizing, and that had quickly become his favorite thing to do. And that was resting his head on you. When the two of you sat next to each other, he would rest his head on your shoulder and watch your side profile, taking in every detail about you that he could. He also liked resting his head in your lap, looking up at you or the sky, listening to you talk or just quietly relaxing to the feeling of you playing with his hair. He loved it so much; it was just so comforting to be like this with you.
☆ SIGTRYGGR
kissing you
Okay, Sigtryggr is a very touchy lover, so it's hard to pick just one. But thinking about it more, he realizes that kissing you is his favorite physical touch. He does it quite a lot, like a lot. In the mornings he wakes you up by placing soft kisses all over your face and neck, he loves the way your nose scrunches in confusion and your eyes flutter open, only too sleepily smile when you realize what's happening. You would lose count with how many times he would kiss you through the day, on the lips, on the cheek and even on your hand. He likes to surprise you and kiss you on the cheek, alerting you of his presence. He likes grabbing your hand in his and kissing it gently as he keeps his eyes on you, he likes kissing your shoulder and neck from behind. And let's not forget the breathtaking kisses the two of you share.
note: this was fun to write omg! This was my first time writing something for osferth, uhtred and sigtrygger. I want to write more for them, I have some ideas 👩🏻🍳
I’m honestly just re-falling in love with sigtrygger like omg 😩🤭
I know I haven’t gotten a full fic out in a whileee, but I just have been having trouble really focusing on a fic. But don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll get my grove back!
Like I said at the first note, this is pretty short but maybe I’ll make a part 2 in the future.
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"𝑰𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏" - Osferth x Reader (Modern AU)
A/N: This takes place in the modern world! // divider @kithsune
Summary: You work at the local grocery store and often see Osferth who you've slowly developed a crush on. One night you see him in the place you never wanted him to.
Tw: None! (this time...😏😈)
Word Count: 3.2k
For as long as you could remember you wanted more. More than the life you had, more money in your pocket, just...more. You weren't as lucky as most girls and didn't have even a quarter of the life they lived. You hated this town, it was as if it was still stuck in the past never advancing forward with the rest of the world.
Your dad died from a heart attack. Unknown to you and your family he had hidden money troubles. Ones that came knocking at your door once he died and demanded that you pay what he owed.
Your mother was already stretching herself thin with 3 jobs. Your siblings did odd jobs where they could while in school. At first, you did too but then your mother asked you to drop out and take on more. You were in your last semester of high school. You tried to argue but in the end, felt guilty so you did as she asked and left school.
Your town was a decent drive out from the city so there weren't many jobs to get around here. You were lucky when your friend's dad who owns the supermarket offered you a job. It was pretty easy you spent most of your time cashing people out and occasionally stocking the shelves.
Within your first week of working, you noticed a regular customer. You recognized him, he had graduated a 2 years before you but ended up staying in town and working in his uncle's auto repair store.
"Ello'?" You blinked quickly and looked in front of you. There he stood a basket in hand looking at you confused.
"So sorry. I was lost in thought." You take the basket and begin scanning his items. Feeling your cheeks flush from embarrassment.
"Ts alright. I do it all the time." He has a nervous smile on his face. That was something you noticed too. He was always so nervous and sweaty.
"How's your uncle doing?" You try to make small conversation while bagging his items.
"You mean how's your car doing?" He smirks at you. "My uncle's doing well. Your car is too, should be done tomorrow." A neighbor of yours had offered to give you their old car and since they owed your dad a favour before he passed he agreed to fix it up for you.
"Well, im glad they're both doing good." You place the bagged items on the counter. "Ten fifty." He hands you the money and you put it in the register. "Well...have a good day..." You glance at the name tag on his jumper. "Osferth." He immediately blushes.
"And you too..." You offer your name and he smiles. "That's a beautiful name...come round tomorrow for your car." He waves goodbye and pushes on the door that doesn't open before pushing open the right one and quickly walking out of the store.
The next day after your shift you walked over to the mechanic shop and awkwardly stood at the garage entrance looking around.
You spot Osferth walking back into the garage carrying something.
God, he looks so good...
He has the typical mechanic jumper but has it tied around his waist leaving his body on full display. What you can only assume is a mix oil and sweat stains on his white undershirt as well as his fingers and arms.
You walk over to where he is as he places the box in front of another mechanic who catches a glimpse of you and gives Osferth a look as you get closer. He turns around and smiles as he sees you. Osferth wipes his hands with a rag.
"Hey." He stops in front of you and all you can smell is a faint scent of his cologne and oil.
"Hi." You can feel your face heating up slightly and you fight the smile that wants to shine on your face.
"Your car's over here." He leads you over to the other side of the shop. The car looked way better than it did before. The paint job made it look almost brand new. "Wanna do a test drive?"
You look over at him and nod excitedly. He opens the door for you and hands you the keys before going around to the passenger side. He fixes his jumper so he's wearing it properly and doesn't dirty your car before getting in.
The test drive is quiet and a bit awkward but you can't help but smile the entire time. Although your mom will probably put more pressure and tasks on you since you'll be able to drive, this car still gives you freedom.
You pull back into the parking lot of the shop and Osferth gets out so he can get you the paperwork. When you sign them you can feel him staring at you and even see him open his mouth a few times as if he is going to say something but nothing comes out.
"Everything all good?" He takes a deep breath and just stares at you blinking slowly. "Osferth?"
"Yeah! Um... you're good to go...bye." He turns and walks back into the shop looking back a couple times while muttering to himself.
"Ok then..."
You stopped to get groceries on the way home and even drove by the park. The feeling of finally not having to take the bus anymore was overwhelming. For so long it felt as though nothing in your life was getting better, but for some reason this car made you feel as though a change was coming, and life could get better.
You carry the groceries inside the house and close the door with your foot.
'Leo? Noah?" You stand and wait by the door to hear any response. "LEO! NOAH!" You then hear the sounds of footsteps coming downstairs.
"Geez you don't have to yell." Noah walks over and grabs one of the bags.
"Yeah yeah. Pack these away I have to get ready for work." You hand the other bags to Leo and take off your shoes. "Is mom home?"
"Nope. She picked up another shift." You hear a bag open and peek around to see Noah already eating a bag of chips.
"Hey no! Those are for school." You walk over and grab the chips. "If you're hungry mom made spaghetti while you guys were at school." You put the chips away and head upstairs to your room. The only good thing about all of this was you had your own space since you were older while they had to share.
You take out your phone and scroll on social media for a while. You see videos and photos of girls from your school planning for prom and university. It saddens you a bit, to see your once friends now moving on with their life while you would be stuck here.
You wipe an escaped tear and fling your phone on your bed. As you stare at the ceiling there's a knock on the door.
"Come in." You sit up and see Noah walk in holding the bag of chips. "What is it?"
He closes the door behind him.
"When are you going to tell mom?" He gives you a look and you already know what he's talking about.
"Im not going to Noah." You stand up take the chips from him and sit back down on your bed eating a few.
"You can't keep doing this? Can't you get a normal second job?" He wipes his powdery fingers on one of the tapestries on your walls thinking you didn't notice.
"Listen. You swore you wouldn't bring this up." Noah walks over and sits next to you on the bed.
"I know...but it's not fair. You shouldn't have to do this for money?" You wrap your arm around his shoulders and bring him in. "Maybe Leo and I can get a job? That way you can quit." You chuckle.
"You two? A job? You can barely remember to clean your room." You give him a kiss on his temple. "It's fine Noah. By the end of summer, we can pay off Dad's loans. Then I'll quit. I promise."
Noah wraps his arms around you hugging you tightly.
"You guys are gross." You look up to see Leo by the door eating from a different bag of chips.
Fucking vultures I swear
"What did I say about the chips?!" You grab a pillow and fling it at him.
Leo picks up the pillow and tries to throw it at you but you use Noah as a shield. Noah grabs the pillow and hits you with it and Leo joins in both of them hitting you with pillows laughing.
Interrupting the moment your phone alarm goes off.
"Ok! Ok! You guys win! You can eat the chips!" They both stop and begin laughing at you. "Yeah yeah laugh it up."
You grab your phone and turn off the alarm.
"Ok, I have to get ready for work. Go do your homework." Noah and Leo get up and walk over to the door. Leo is going on about something from class thinking Noah is listening.
When you look up you see Noah looking at you with a sad expression. You give him a half smile knowing he's only worried.
"It's fine. Go." He closes the door behind him leaving you all alone in your room.
You walk over to your closet and pull out the suitcase in the corner.
"Alright...what heels should we wear today?"
(2 weeks later)
This is Stupid. This is Stupid. This is Stupid.
Osferth is pacing outside the grocery store unable to stand still as his brain tries to talk him out of doing this.
He's holding a gift bag, occasionally glancing back inside the bag and towards the store.
Just go in and hand it to her. Simple!
He looks through the window again and can see her smiling at a customer while cashing out their stuff.
Idiot! You should have asked her out when you gave her the car.
A couple looks at him like he's crazy as they walk inside the grocery store and glance back at the boy who hasn't stopped walking in circles.
"Osferth?" He stops and looks at the door. He sees you standing there looking at him. "You ok? My manager said there was a crazy person outside and I'm hoping she wasn't talking about you." You have a smile on your face that goes straight to his pants.
"I got this for you." He blurts out and holds the gift bag in your direction.
You walk over and take the gift bag. He watches as you smile at the different gifts inside. He wasn't sure what to get you but ultimately decided that you'd like some stuff for your new car.
So he got you a new keychain, some car fresheners, a steering wheel cover in your favourite colour and a fuzzy heart to hang on your mirror.
"Osferth..this is so sweet. Thank you." You walk over and give him a hug that he wasn't expecting. It feels good to him to have his arms wrapped around you. He's sad when you try to break the hug.
Now is your chance!
He lets you lean back but keeps his arms around your waist.
"I was wondering..." He watches your face as he searches for the words. "It's my birthday this Saturday my friends are hosting a party. I was wondering if you'd come." He speaks quickly, and you almost struggle to understand what he's saying. "That's only if you'd like to come! I mean you don't have to! But if you did I would-"
"Osferth." You cover his mouth. "I'd love to go to your bir-."
"I don't want you to come as a friend though!" He shocks himself with how he cut you off. "I like you. Like...really like you. I have for a while. I wanted to ask you out a while ago but...I was too scared."
You listen to him while fighting a smile off your face.
"So I'd like you to come but...as my date..." He waits and watches for a response. His eyes widen as you lean up towards him and kiss him on his cheek.
"Yes. I'd love to be your date." Osferth picked you up and spun you excitedly while kissing your cheek.
The moment was ruined by your manager coming out to tell you to get back to work. You said a quick goodbye and went inside and back to your register. As you look out the window you see Osferth celebrating before leaving.
Osferth POV - (Friday Night 12am)
I finish getting dressed before heading downstairs.
"Finally, took ya long enough." Finan heavily pats me on the back while Sihtric and Uhtred walk over. "You ready kid?"
"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" They all look at each other with a mischievous smile.
"Absolutely not." Uhtred grabs his jacket before opening the door. "That would ruin the surprise. Come on."
The four of us head out to the car. They blindfold me before we get in.
"Don't worry you're gonna have fun. If not...we will." Sihtric pinches my cheek and I blindly swat his hand away.
A couple minutes later the car is stopped and they unbuckle me.
"Im gonna fall!" Uhtred and Sihtric hold my arms while leading me. I can hear music and instantly assume it's a club. "Are we at a club?"
"Something like that," Finan says. "Alright. Unblind him, boys."
The blind comes off and I blink a couple times to clear my vision. I look up at the building and see the neon sign.
"Viva?" I read the sign.
Where have I heard that before?
My eyes widen as I realize where we are and I turn to run but im quickly grabbed by Uhtred.
"Don't be boring kid! It's only a strip club!" Finan helps to drag me towards the door.
"NO! Im not going in there!"
When you mix someone like me, who has only had sex twice in their life, with a room full of quarter-dressed ladies. You tend to have a reaction that people will notice considering it will look like there is something in your pants.
"This is a bad idea!" They all laugh as they finally push me through the doors.
"I think it's a great one." Sihtric wraps his arm around me. "Oh come on kid. It won't be that bad. If you don't like it after an hour you can go sit in the car."
"Don't you mean we will leave if I don't like it?" They all look at each other.
"No, I was correct the first time." They all show their ID before walking in fully.
Osferth eyes widen as he gets a view of the stage. A red-haired girl is up there dancing and he can't help but stare and for some reason, he feels wrong for doing so. He quickly looks to the floor.
"You're meant to look, kid! Don't be such a prude!" Uhtred smacks the back of my head.
We take a seat at a table. Girls come by and take orders for drinks.
"Im not being a prude, I just..." I stop and stare at the girl walking on stage for a moment. My eyes are fixated on her as I blink a couple times.
"What is it, kid?" They all look where I am. "Oh. You like that one?"
It's her...
I watch as she dances. I hide my face but not my view. Every now and then im not sure if it really is here but then I see that smile. I look around and see all the men looking at her and my heart breaks.
When her set finishes I turn back to the boys and stare into my drink for a while. They don't say anything but I can feel their gazes on me.
"I'll be right back." I walk over to the bar. "Excuse me?" The girl walks over and smiles. "Who was the girl that just performed?"
"She goes by Candy."
"Is there a way I could talk to her?" The girl smiles already being able to tell that I've probably never been at a strip club before. She reaches for a clipboard and looks at it.
"Actually she'll be leaving now. That was her last set. Sorry. But she works again next week on Thursday." I nod my head and walk back over to the table.
"What is it?" Finan leans over.
"I knew her. That girl..."
"Oh..." he takes a sip from his drink. "You should go talk to her."
"I can't. She's finished her shift. Probably getting ready to leave right now." I reach for the shot they poured me earlier and down it despite the burn.
"Look. Don't ask how I know this but..." Finan leans in closer. "Around the back, red door. Thats where they leave." I look over at him and he nods.
I quickly get up and head out the door not caring to get a stamp from the bouncer.
"Your set was so good!" one of the girls came by and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I told you you'd become more confident quickly."
"I was so nerouvs to try that trick you taught me." She smiles before walking away.
You count the cash you made today before wrapping a rubber band around it and putting it in your purse.
$823...not bad for a Friday.
You zip up your jacket and finish cleaning up your station before heading for the door.
"Bye girls!" the girls in the room yell bye back before you walk out. You step outside and begin walking towards your car.
"Wait." You stop in your tracks once you hear his voice. Your breathing quickens as panic is evident on your face. "Turn around."
You slowly turn around and see him leaning against the wall.
"O-..Osferth? Wh...what are you doing here?" He walks over to you.
"Why do you work here?" His tone is harsh.
"I don't see why thats any of your business." You're immediately defensive. How can you not be?
You didn't want to work here either. But this was a fast way to make back the money your father owed. You remember when Noah found out. He had gone into your room without permission and found a card sitting on your desk for the club. Curious, he went online and searched up the name and found out through Google what it was and what the job meant.
You remember how upset he was when he asked you. Although he doesn't fully understand what it is you do he knew enough that it wasn't something he wanted you doing.
"Why do you work here?" He repeats his question.
"It's not by choice. It's by need. I need the money." You begin walking over to your car feeling mortified. He had seen you dancing half-naked on the stage. The boy you had liked for so long just saw you stripping!
"Stop." You walk faster. "Stop!" You run to your car and get in closing and locking the doors behind you. He comes up to your door and tries to open it. "Get out of the car. Please!"
You fumble with the keys as you try to get it in the ignition.
"Please open the door. Don't go." He continues to try and open the door.
You finally start the car and Osferth backs up as you drive away. Wiping the tears from your face.
A/N: This was supposed to be a Valentine's special that I never finished in time. But I wanted to get it done so I could focus on my Mitchell Estates series!
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The little lights// Osferth x fem!reader.
Summary: Osferth has many reasons to keep his love for you a secret. But there is a limit to everything, and if can't marry you, then he will make his bows during a secret handfasting ceremony by the river.
A/N: fluff and so much fluff!!!! Osferth does inappropriate things here but not specified.
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Osferth found it hard to keep secrets, but since it was you, he always did his best, knowing that the consequence of not doing so would drive you apart. However, you always took care to give him a reprimanding look when he got too close or whispered things in your ear.
It had all started when Uthred and his party had let you get involved in their adventures when you were orphaned, you knew how to ride a horse and you were a quick learner. So taken in by father Beocca and Thyra, you soon became something of a niece to the Danish-English leader. To the rest you did not think you were too important. True, Sihtric and Finan were fond of you, as if you were fond of a friend, and Hild also helped you in the few things Thyra could not understand. But from the beginning, with Osferth everything was different.
The instant you rode beside him, his eyes stayed with you as much as the afternoon went on. And though it was Uthred who gave you water and bread to fill that empty stomach, it was Osferth who had accompanied you in prayer to watch over your parents. He knelt beside you, and his concentration inspired yours for hours. You had never been a devout Christian, and Osferth assured you that none of that mattered if you were good at heart. Even he didn't know at first if that would be the case for you, but he soon discovered that it did. It was when you tended his wound after the battle of Beamfleot that you watched over him day and night.
"Aren't you going to sleep at some point?" he would ask you when he regained consciousness.
"When you wake up. I have to watch to see if you suddenly stop breathing."
"And what would you do if that were the case?"
"Punch you so hard I'd make your light soul go back to where it was."
That managed to make him laugh, causing him some pain too, but after that the baby monk regained his colour.
"Everyone here wants to hit me..." he was referring to Finan and his threat to kill him if he died, and though he said it with a smile on his face, you felt a little sorry for him.
"I guess... I guess we're not all as sweet as you. You're always clear about how you feel, and you know how to say it."
"I disagree. My mind is constantly collapsed with thoughts and my heart is in knots."
"Because of faith?"
He nodded slowly. It took you quite a bit of courage to take his hand and stroke it. The coldness he conveyed was short-lived as he squeezed your hand back.
"I have seen true evil, Osferth. And I do not fear it, but I do hate it. And in you I see the opposite of hate. You are...all love."
You needed only the nearby rustle of leaves to let go, hands away again, and you lost yourself as Osferth's heart filled at your words. If this was a test, God knew he would not pass it. The days following his recovery were meals together, walking on your arm, letting him smell your hair, which you washed in the river. And he imagined you bathing with soap made by Thyra. And thanks to the soap it all really began.
He asked you, blushing, if you could wash his hair. His arm was sore and he felt dirty. The others he didn't trust, for they liked to laugh at his monk-cut, and threatened a few times to cut it off for fun. And you took him to the river where you bathed. Holding your hand, he followed your footsteps, without that oppressive sound of metal, for the weapons were outside, that place was pure comfort.
"Lie on my lap" you asked him. And his doubtful face made you question if that was a good idea. "Oh if you prefer, put your head down..."
He sat down next to you, but changed his mind. With the subtlety of a fawn, his head rested in your lap, and he watched you for a moment before closing his eyes and letting the water run over his head. Tenderly, the foam formed on his head and you rinsed him with a small glass. Your hands almost made him fall into a deep sleep right there. But when you wiped a wet bandage over his face he opened his eyes again. Concentrating on removing the stains, you tried to avoid the blue eyes staring at your lips. A moment of weakness and you looked back at him.
Who it was, it doesn't matter, but your noses brushed and your lips followed. There in the river, with the waterfalls dreaming and the frogs croaking, the soap disappeared in the water, but the butterflies in your stomach flew looking to burst into the air. That's what an Osferth kiss felt like. Immense, fresh, pure. From then on, the soap did not smell the same, it smelled like that sweet moment, repeated in a thousand different ways every time you and him were even the slightest bit alone.
You never noticed the looks the others gave you every time you laughed at everything Osferth dared to whisper in your ear. He tugged at your sleeves to hold your hand in the moments when your nerves ate at you, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders when they marched far away and you were not allowed to accompany them, and by letting him take you by the waist, Osferth needed a whole world to let you go. Only Thyra would remove the tears that fell from your eyes at night when you did not hear from him. He always came back, and you saw his smile grow wider each time he was made proud among men, when he could bring you a small relic wrapped in simple cloth. His hanging cross was the only thing he kept when you went to the river. And there he would tell you everything he had seen, and everything he had suffered. He enjoyed washing your hair too, and he kept a lock of hair that he asked you for his travels. He cried on your shoulder more than once, and though he tried not to kiss you beyond your face, he soon reached your neck, and you could feel his hands wandering through the seams of your clothes, through the knots he imagined himself removing at night.
"I don't understand, Lord, why if I've been faithful to you so long you put me to this test. Put anything else in the way, I will overcome it, but it is only she who now occupies my mind..." Osferth prayed in his sleepless moments. "I ask you not to use her to break my heart. I feel that all her pain will be mine too."
The prayer could not avail him much, or perhaps it was precisely heard, when one night, one of those merry ones where the ale is quickly drained from the cups, Osferth and you led a secret dance, and where you went, he went. The music was secondary and a mere excuse to touch Osferth's hands so that he could cling to you. And the heat of happiness set your cheeks on fire and you stepped out into the cool of the night. In the courtyard of your house, near the tavern and where no one was yet around, you and Osferth lay looking up at the sky.
"You are a surprisingly good dancer, dear Osferth," you teased.
"That's not much credit coming from such a lousy dancer as you, my lady..."
Surprised by his comment, you gave him a gentle nudge and pushed him to the floor.
"I never expected such treachery from you.... This is not the monk I adore."
He turned you around, leaving you wrapped in the straw, and tickling you somewhat with his gentle grip. The cross hung down and brushed your neck. In the gloom, his face was still as distinguishable as in your dreams.
"I may never have told you..." he sounded sweet and serious, and his hand caressed the bridge of your nose. "But when you were in my care, I thought...I thought I was on the verge of death, and all I could feel with pain and fear was your presence beside me. I thought the Lord was preparing me to go in peace...sending me an angel."
Crickets chirped as you felt the excitement fill your eyes. You smiled like a fool at the sweet thought, and found it hard to believe. You could feel his slight embarrassment and you kissed his cheeks and could not help but giggle with pure joy. What to say to that? That you loved him? That it was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever said to you? He was the man of words. You only wanted one thing. And that night you got it. Starting with a kiss, the moon saw you finally shed your clothes and he let you explore his flesh. And out of that night came the biggest scare of your life and your greatest blessing in turn.
The news of the pregnancy nearly stopped Osferth's heart while it kept you in a state of disbelief that made you awkward all week. You needed to go cry in the river to come to terms with what was to come. You would never let go of that baby if you were healthy and had the money to raise it. But everything felt rushed and Uthred would not look kindly on this strange union between people he considered family and people he considered a team. Besides, Osferth would soon be off on a dangerous new adventure, and he himself had moral doubts about the whole life. What was clear to him was that he would not abandon you. There must be some middle step to bring you together and make that baby more than a bastard, for he had certainly sprung from the purest love.
"Marry me, please," he said as he brushed your hair away from your face, trying to wipe away your tears as well."
"No, Osferth...not like this."
"Why not?"
"For many reasons...Uthred will get angry with us, and if you depart married then you can die peacefully and I want you to stress yourself so much that you force yourself to survive long enough to come begging me to marry you..." that made me laugh, though you were quite serious.
"Then let's get married in secret."
"No!"
"Why?" he was beginning to stress. You took a moment to find the words.
"Because I've already hidden for too long how much I love you and this is the only thing I have left to give you! I want Beocca to walk me down the altar and I want Thyra to make me a wreath. I want everyone to see me happy because of you. I don't want there to be any doubt in your mind that I'll be happy because of you. Let there be no doubt in your mind that...as much as you're crazy about me...I'm pretty much in love with you too."
Smiling and thinking, Osferth enjoyed your little jokes that served to tell him the things that really mattered to you. And yes, he agreed, he wished to see Finan and Sihtric drink in honour of your union, and receive the full blessing of the man who had brought you together in the first place, Uthred. He needed everyone to see how beautiful you were and how happy you made him without contingency. He took your hand and caressed it, looking at it with a throbbing thought.
"There is a ceremony...less than a marriage, but it will soothe my conscience, and I hope yours."
In the sunset, on that river where you first kissed, a kind-hearted priest agreed to offer ceremony. Witness Hild, the first to have noticed your pregnancy symptoms and who did not question your actions. You bought a yellowish ribbon, like Osferth's hair, and with thread of a blue that reminded you of his eyes, you wove him a cross that stretched to resemble a sword. He, on the other hand, chose a greenish cloth, like that of the plants that grew in the river, and with white thread he had depicted outstretched wings, like those of an angel. When you exchanged them, Osferth kissed the cross while you caressed the weft of the thread, both of you with your souls full. Then the vows began.
In the handfasting ceremony, one did not join his soul to the other, but promised before the loved one that they intended to remain by eachother side in an uncertain future. Perhaps your child would be born a bastard, but the ceremony, in the eyes of god, and in your own eyes, was a promise of good intentions and love.
"I promise to become a man worthy of you and our family. I promise to try with every breath I have left to return to your side. I promise never to leave you uncertain of how much I want to live with you. I promise to cherish the protection I know you give me."
You were somewhat lost in the trance, and it took the priest to mention your name to get your attention. Osferth's cheek, occupied by his smile, was too pretty to look away.
"I promise...to wait for you calmly, to receive you with the gentleness you deserve. I promise to take care of everything we harvest, and I promise to always, always tell you the truth. I promise to help you whenever you ask. I promise to let you know how much I want to see you every moment of every day."
The priest speech was not that important for the last part in your humble opinion. There were many other things to look at and to listen to. And Osferth's gentle caress on your hand made noise. And your little discomfiture of joy that made you sway in your place was to Baby Monk a lovely dance. Though the kiss was not part of the ceremony, when the man fell silent, your arms leapt to his shoulders and Osferth. With bonds forgotten, you tugged at his hand and both of you hurt each other through inertia.
"Forgive me," he said tenderly.
"Forgiven."
With his loosened hand he was able to grasp your cheek and deposit at last the kiss you had spent the night dreaming of. Hild clapped her hands and withdrew soon after you thanked her for her discretion. And then you didn't quite know where to begin your life with Osferth, though really, it hadn't quite begun. Strolling along the river as the day wore on, leaving others to wonder about your whereabouts, neither you nor Osferth cared about anything beyond what happened on that river.
Your good soon-to-be husband held out a hand for you to walk through the water, and when he saw the beautiful fabric of the skirt you were trying to protect, he picked it up before it got wet. And he followed you carefully as you told him how much you would miss him.
"I will pray day and night for you to come home and meet our child," you told him sorrowfully.
"Don't pray for me, pray that they bring the baby to us healthy and strong...I will pray for that, and for you. And I will ask him, if it is not too much, to let me see both of you in my dreams."
You turned to cling to his rib, and he nuzzled the back of your head as you absorbed his scent.
"Oh, Osferth, please tell me you will never hold a grudge against me for derailing you from your calling as a monk? I can't help but feel guilty."
That revelation hurt him a little, empathising with the woman he loved most in this world and the one who would make him the happiest man in a few months. He lifted your face, stopping the walk, and kissed your eyelids.
"You didn't derail me, you led me. This is the life with which I have been rewarded for so many years of dedication. To be with you is not to forsake God. In fact, I can be nothing but grateful to him. If he sees everything, he will be unable to lose sight of all that I am moved by you."
You had to keep walking to hide the silly redness that filled your face, and Osferth's hand on your belly made you slow your pace. And though you were afraid of a thousand things, that feeling was indescribable. The purest state of happiness.
"I think it's going to be a girl," he said, stroking the fabric against your belly.
"I think it's going to be a boy," you contradicted him mischievously.
"They say that boys make pregnant women beautiful. And I see you looking the same as ever."
You gave him a shove as he laughed, but he didn't see the branch behind him and ended up falling awkwardly as he laughed almost completely. Now you were laughing as Osferth tried not to perjure himself from the cold.
"That's what you get for being an idiot..." you continued your walk, your dress starting to get soaked. Something in her look and half-smile made you suspect a thousand things. "Osferth no..." He stood up slowly. He approached you soaking wet and dripping. "I can't swim and you know it."
"Can't a man give his wife a hug?"
"Give it to your wife when you marry her."
"I can't resist, my lady!"
He pounced, instantly drenching you with his big body and wet clothes. And coldness mingled with laughter as you tried to escape him.
"Osferth! You're going to drop me, and I'm going to get soaked and catch a cold!"
You said it in jest, but something clicked in the Baby monk's head and he let go of you. He then ran to get the cloaks you had brought with you and helped you out of the river. He put yours and his own your shoulder. He helped you dry off and turned a deaf ear to your suggestion that he should dry off too. You gave him a kiss on those lips, and he seemed to calm down instantly.
The sun had already set by the time you returned to the house where your friends awaited you, your feet marking distance, but your eyes following each other's like a light. And perhaps, you were just that, lights on the other side of the room, endlessly tinkling, guiding and simply beautiful.
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Osferth x f!reader
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Synopsis: Some teasing on the road.
Word Count: 516
Content Warning: Some talks of humping, but this is pure fluff.
AN: I've been absent from this blog for a very long time and wanted to write a quick drabble to get me back on track with my other open fics. Osferth and his silly lil haircut are a good place to start.
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“You’re tellin’ me that our fiercest maiden to grace our presence hasn’t humped you yet?” Osferth’s face turned beet red at Finan’s question.
“The monk remains pure, Finan.” You called back over your shoulder with a laugh. “I do not wish to be the reason his soul suffers in -what did you call it, Osferth?” You asked with a snap of your fingers, “-Ah! The flames of eternal damnation,” You looked to a blushing Osferth who merely nodded with his head down, trying hard not to laugh lest he be smited by God himself.
You winked at Osferth when his eyes met yours before you turned forward once more.
“He has his reasoning,” You shrugged, “and I respect him for it. Not every man has the will to stave off the serpent of temptation, Finan. You least of all.” You teased.
“Eternal damnation?” Finan wrapped his arm around Osferth’s neck and pulled him close to speak into his ear. “You’d be witnessing the gardens of Eden, Baby Monk. The second best wonder next to the Pearly Gates,” He led Osferth’s gaze to your strong backside as you walked ahead of them none the wiser. The men’s eyes met each other once more, identical grins overtaking their features.
“That is your devil talking into your ear, Osferth,” Uhtred chuckled beside you, joining in. He glanced back. “Do not fall for his tricks.” Osferth signed the cross on his chest but the smile never left his face.
“I don’t know, Uhtred,” You started, “what is life without a little bit of sin?”
“Boring,” Sihtric called back with a chuckle. You gave him a pointed look in agreeance.
“Exactly!” You exclaimed, walking a few more paces before you turned back to Osferth and continued on, “One of these days I will bewitch you, Osferth. It is not a matter of if…but a matter of when.” The men hooted and hollered at the monk’s expense, but the teasing was all in good fun. You sent him a soft smile and another wink before turning back to keep up with Uhtred.
Osferth’s eyes never left you and neither did the smile on his lips.
“You’re thinkin’ about it too much, Baby Monk.” Finan coached Osferth.
“I know she is just jesting.” He spoke softly with a sigh. “I could never be worthy of her gaze, let alone her touch.” Finan pulled Osferth to a stop. Sihtric gave them both a look as he passed them. “And it would be a sin to act on those urges even if they were reciprocated.”
“The fiercest woman in the entirety of the Heptarchy has her sights set on you, whether you can believe it or not. She’s never given any of us sad sacks the time of day, but she extends herself to you. That’s got to count for something?”
Osferth thought for a moment. He looked to you once more, laughing at something Uhtred said before punching him on the arm.
“She is a sight to behold.” Osferth breathed with a lovesick look overtaking him as he continued on, leaving Finan to watch with his jaw dropped in gleeful shock.
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The Lost Children -
Part 4
Summary: The group embarked on their mission only to be spotted by two of Brida’s scouts as they crossed into Mercia. A chase ensues and you are injured. Osferth cares for your injury and you both let pent up feelings free. Only, Osferth comes to his senses.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mentions of Animal Death, Blood, Injury, Fluff, Angst, Kissing, period typical slut shaming, religious guilt, mentions of arousal, heavy petting.
Word Count: 3.5K
“Don’t put that thing near me or I’ll bite it off, so help me G-“
You were cut off with Finan shoving a cloth into your mouth, gagging you.
“You need to be quiet when we mend your leg, girl.” Finan exclaimed with a hushed, hurried tone in the low bank you were in.
Of course you knew you needed to be quiet. Two of Brida’s scouts had spotted the group as you made your way into Mercia. This resulted in a small chase. Your old, bay horse tripped on a tree root in the chase, causing you to go flying from the horse and hurt your leg. The Dane scouts would have caught up to you lying on the ground and captured you if Osferth had not spun his horse around and lifted you into his saddle, successfully escaping the nearing scouts.
And now, you were in a low bank, with a cloth wrapped tightly around your head and through your teeth with Eadith hiking your skirt up so high that Osferth and Sihtric excused themselves for your modesty. Uhtred of course was busy keeping an eye out for the scouts if they should find the group.
A sharp stick was stuck under the skin of your thigh, poking the muscle. Enough so that when Eadith tried to pull it out, you kicked at her with your free leg, missing her by an inch. She must’ve been used to her patients retaliating, you thought between the surges of pain.
“Finan, grab her other leg,” Eadith ordered. As soon as he had hold of your other ankle, Eadith pulled with enough force that had you reeling in pain. Your hands flew on their own to push her off of you; this time you didn’t miss and she landed on her bottom in mud, painting the arse of her dress brown .
Clearly frustrated, “Go get someone to hold her hands too,” she barked at Finan who obeyed without hesitation, quickly jogging to where the men were. In little time, he came back with Osferth who had his eyes downcast, trying not to look at your exposed legs that neither Eadith or Finan seemed to give a second thought about. “Sit behind her and hold her arms tight.”
Osferth began to object behind you but Eadith shut him down immediately, “She is loosing a great deal of blood and she somehow has enough energy to keep fighting us.” Eadith’s lack of patience had Osferth obeying her order without objections this time. You felt Osferth move behind you to sit and he gently brought your hands behind your back as a cool sweat started to form on your brow and your gaze started to go hazy.
His soft grip felt comforting around your wrists but as Eadith tried again to pull the stick, your hands flew free of his hold and you tried to shove her again, this time, Osferth’s forearm reached around your front and pulled you flush against him. “Sorry,” he muttered - you were unsure if he was speaking to you or Eadith for lacking at his task.
Eadith had grown frustrated. “I cannot try many more times before the stick is too slick with blood to pull! Osferth, hold her tightly. Do not let her go. Same for you Finan.” Then her eyes turned on you, “For Heavens sake girl, stop resisting help.”
Your vision was darkening and you felt a strong hold on your wrists behind you, painfully so. It distracted you momentarily from the pain of the stick wedged into your thigh being ripped from your body. Every touch felt delayed or distant and you were vaguely aware of a muffled scream then it being cut short by a hand over your mouth. You head spun as the world tumbled forward and the last thing you heard was Osferth saying, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
The world went black.
Your eyes felt heavy and a dull ache throbbed in your head as you were jolted awake. Slowly opening your eyes, you were met by a dimmed sky. Slowly realizing you were in the back of a covered wagon laying in the softest bed of furs you had ever slept on. Lifting your head took great effort due to the absence of your energy but when you did, you saw the back of Osferth’s head. As if he knew you were awake, he looked back at you and a smile broke across his face. He pulled the horse up to a halt and shouted for the group to do the same as he moved from the seat to the back of the wagon where you lay.
“How are you feeling?” He asked and took your hand, absentmindedly feeling for a stronger pulse but the action had your heart fluttering just a bit at how concerned he was for you.
“Heavy,” you replied as your head unceremoniously fell back into the soft furs. His thumb now brushed against your wrist gingerly. “Where did you get a wagon?”
“Sold your horse for meat to a nearby village to get the wagon.” Your eyebrows furrowed together in sadness as you looked at him. He gave a sorrowful look, “I’m sorry. I thought you didn’t care for the beast.”
“He was a good mount, he didn’t deserve death.” You were surprised at how your heart betrayed you and began to mourn for the old, ugly gelding.
“He was worse off than you after the fall. He welcomed death like an old friend after the pain he was in.” Osferth’s words made you feel better, knowing the bay was given a merciful death.
“He broke his leg?”
���Aye, lady.”
“Osferth, if I ever hurt myself so badly, make sure you give me a merciful death as well.” Your words were soft and true, he knew you weren’t speaking with sarcasm or anger like your normally did. You seemed too weak for that.
Your eyes were growing heavy again as you felt the wagon rock a little and Eadith’s voice, “She awoke?” Your eyes now closed but you knew Osferth nodded.
“She’ll make it then. She’s past the worst of it.” Eadith reassured him.
Sleep was beginning to embrace you again, despite its return, you were keenly aware of Osferth’s soothing thumb over your pulse.
“What about her fever,” he asked, quietly as if not to stir you.
Eadith was silent for a while before she answered him. “You’re a man of God, Osferth, pray.”
When you awoke again, the air was cool and there was no light but a flickering fire some distance away. You realized you had woken to the wagon shaking, someone was climbing in but you were too tired to care.
Your eyes found Osferth’s and he looked startled that you were awake but the shock soon faded as a smile spread across his face. You returned a weak smirk and you could almost see his heart flip.
“I - uh- brought you some stew.” He moved with a bowl and sat with his legs crossed beside your head. Setting the bowl down on the even wooden surface of the wagon that did not make up your soft bedding, he moved to help you prop yourself up. As you did so, your leg throbbed with a dull, burning pain and your head pounded. You could hear the group at the fire some distance away but could not see them due to the privacy the covered wagon offered.
Osferth smiled and grabbed the bowl., dipping the wooden spoon into the stew and gently blowing on it to make sure it wouldn’t burn you. The action was tender, sweet, foreign. You offered him a weak smile and he brought the spoon to you lips. As you slowly sipped the stew, you grew uncomfortable at the action of someone else feeding you, making you nearly lose your appetite. Once the first spoonful was gone and Osferth went in for a second scoop, you stopped him.
“I think I can feed myself,” you said trying to hide your discomfort.
Osferth furrowed his brows, “Are you sure? I can-“
“Yes,” you cut him off, “I’m certain of it.” You said with a little too much finality to be pleasant.
Osferth dropped his smirk a little and offered the bowl and spoon to your weakened hands. Feeding yourself took a bit more care as you were greatly reduced in strength, but you felt more comfortable this way.
Once you finished, you felt incredibly full and offered the bowl and utensil back to Osferth. “Did you like it?” He asked with a proud expression on his face.
You nodded, “Yes.” You willed yourself to be pleasant despite feeling as though you might vomit from how uncomfortably full your stomach felt.
“I made it.” He admitted with a smile, “I used to make it back in the monastery and the brothers devoured it.”
“Back in the nunnery, I was barred from the kitchens.” You admitted to him with a laugh as your stomach was easing down. You were grateful to share a similarity in your upbringing that wasn’t a sour memory.
Osferth laughed, “But why?”
“The sisters believed I was a cook of the devil for everything I cooked, somehow burned.” You laughed at the memory and Osferth laughed with you. It was a warming feeling; to feel humor again.
“So what were your chores at the nunnery?” He kept his bright eyes on you joyfully, simply happy that you were happy.
You huffed a short laugh through your nose, “To stay out of the way.” You both giggled at that. Once you recollected yourself, “Or gathering. I’m quite a good gatherer,” you admitted with pride.
Osferth raised his brows, “Oh really? Did you acquire that skill whilst doing your first chore?”
You tilted your head at his joke and eyed him in disbelief, “Did Osferth make a jest?” You both laughed. Once the laughing died down, you two just stared at each other in bliss, happy to be in the other’s company.
Then, a wave of realization washed over Osferth abruptly, and he shifted in sitting position. “Uh I forgot, I need to,” he stammered, suddenly uncomfortable, “Eadith is-“ he began, “Lady Eadith is busy. She asked me to,” he tripped over his words. “Lady Eadith asked me to clean your wound tonight.”
You gave a short chuckle at the reason for his sudden change in demeanor. “What must you do to it?” You asked, trying to sound like Osferth hiking up your skirt did not excite you.
Osferth began to blush. “Clean the would with a wetted rag and pour this over it,” he produced a small bottle of what you assumed was strong ale from a pouch that hung on his hip.
You nodded and reached for the hem of your now patched skirt. Osferth’s hand came to yours mid-grasp. “Wait, I’ll do it. I have to go get the rag wet in the river below.”
You nodded and Osferth left quickly. Your heart beat wildly at what was about to happen. You didn’t care about the prospect of pain from cleaning, just the mere thought that Osferth was going to see you immodestly had a light sweat breaking out over your body.
When he returned, you were still propped up, nervously biting your nail. Osferth settled next to your leg without a word, water droplets running between his slender fingers and down the bony knuckles of his hand. “May I?” He asked, bringing you from your trance.
“Yes,” you replied, not knowing what you agreed to let him do but knowing you’d most likely let Osferth do anything to you he so desired. You could almost hear the nuns that raised you calling you a harlot but you didn’t care in the wake of Osferth’s light touch at your ankle.
Osferth grasped the hem of your skirt and lifted your dress, keeping a hand on your other covered leg to protect your modesty and only reveal to him what he needed to see in order to clean your wound, nothing else. He rested the raised skirt on the bone of your hip and just below your undergarments. You kept his gaze trained on your wound; definitely not on your long, slender legs you were, for some reason, bending at the knee ever-so-slightly.
The wet rag moved against your wound and you sucking in a sharp breath. Osferth looked at you in terror, horrified that he hurt you more.
When the stinging subsided, you let out an uncomfortable, strained laugh, “Have you been doing this when I’ve been asleep? Not used to me being in pain?”
He shook his head, running the rag along your wound again gently, “No, Lady Eadith has been tending to you. This was the first time I was asked.” He moved the rag against you again, causing you to tense once more.
You let your head fall back, not wanting to look at the swollen pink wound anymore that you knew was infected from the discolored ooze Osferth was wiping away.
“That should do it,” Osferth announced to himself after some time of the cold rag gently caressing your wound. You heard the bottle uncork and prepared yourself for the worst of it. You remembered helping tend to wounds in the nunnery, when the alcohol was poured over the infected wounds, the girls would scream.
I will not scream, you told yourself, I am stronger than they were.
“This might hurt,” Osferth warned. Suddenly, the cold of the liquid touched your wound and you began to let out a squeal that had Osferth putting his hand over your mouth to silence you.
When it was over and the stinging subsided, he released his hand. “I’m sorry,” he apologized softly, “We are in Dane Land. We need to be quiet.”
You scoffed, “Tell the ones around the fire that.” You could still hear some of them talking even at this distance away. You pulled yourself back up to sit against the wagon sideboards.
Osferth bristled at your returning unpleasant attitude but did not say anything. He turned to set the bottle of strong ale at the front of the wagon. When his face found yours again briefly, then his cheeks turned the color of roses and he would not meet your eye, looking down to his hands.
Suddenly you realized your skirt was still hiked up to fully expose your injured leg and the tiniest glider at your undergarment. You began to chuckle at Osferth’s discomfort.
“Have you never seen a naked woman before Osferth?” You pulled your skirt down to cover yourself and he finally met your eye.
“What sins I have committed do not matter for it’s your innocence I am trying to protect.” He looked down to his hands again, they were clasped together.
Now he made you blush and you were glad he was not looking at you to see it. You liked the feeling his words gave you deep in your stomach, so you chased this feeling. “Who is to say I am innocent?” You smirked playfully.
Osferth slowly raised his brilliant blue eyes to connect with yours, eyeing you almost like a predator to find your jest hidden within your face but you were rather good at composing your lies. “Have you been with a man?” His voice was deeper, quieter, softer. You watched his tongue dance behind his teeth as he waited for your response.
Your lungs stopped working for what felt like a lifetime before you could collect yourself. Something about his aura, the way he asked you had you in a trance, you couldn’t lie now even if you wanted to. “No,” you breathed out, “I grew up in a nunnery. There wasn’t a chance.”
Osferth returned his vision to his hands once more, as he fiddled with a loose thread on his clothes. He seemed to be deep in thought. You wondered what he was thinking about in this moment. You longed to get inside his mind and pick it, to know if he imagined you under him. The mere thought of such an act gave way to an uncomfortable want at the apex of your thighs and you decided to do as you always did: not hold back.
“What are you thinking about?”
He met your eyes, and again, he had a deep look of desire in his blue eyes. He took in a quick breath. “I do not wish to tell you what I was - am thinking.” He looked down again, “I should repent.”
“You were thinking of me?” Your voice was soft like a gentle breeze through a field of wildflowers on a warm summer morning. Osferth considered in that moment you might be a living, breathing, walking siren for how you could sound so sweet when he knew you were anything but.
He met your eyes and nodded. “Tis not right,” he breathed, “Not fair to you.” Somehow he was closer to you than before. Who was leaning in? Neither of you could tell.
“I don’t care what’s right or wrong,” you whispered, running your hand up his leather armor and grasping the top of it, gently pulling him toward you, though, there was no resistance. “I want you,” was the last thing you said before your lips crashed on his.
He resisted at first, like the God-fearing monk he was taught to be, like the friend of Uhtred he was, like the caretaker he vowed to be to you, but as all pleasures of the flesh he had partaken in before, he decided he would repent afterward in order to taste salvation on the lips of a devil first.
You had never kissed anyone but you had seen it done between Eadith and Finan and the couples in Winchester. You had practiced on your pillow, and you wanted him, desperately. To say your first kiss was good was an understatement. With your novice lips working with Osferth’s expert lips, you felt like you may have met your God.
He pulled away from you but barely, enough to feel his heavy breath against your own. His eyes were heavy, his mouth hanging agape. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he admitted.
“I’ve wanted you too,” you blushed, closing the small gap between your hungry mouths again and kissing Osferth with the fever of a rabid dog. He returned the want, the need tenfold and gently, but greedily, placed a large hand on your stomach, another around the bottom of your back and slid you down into a laying position.
He now hovered atop of your body, his large frame covering your own like a cloak of protection. Kneeling beside your body, one of his hands found purchase at the base of your head in your tender hairs and cradled you so that your head was tipped back and neck exposed. Slowly, he worked down your jaw to your neck, kissing and licking against your pulse.
An unfamiliar feeling of tight heat was building in your core and you moved your legs to gather friction against the mounting pressure at the apex of your thighs. When you did so, pain from your wound shot through your body and you let out a small whimper. It was enough for Osferth to stop his pursuit in the taste of your pulse.
He pulled back and you tried to grab his armor, pulling him back but he grasped your hands and shoved them away. “I’m sorry,” he stammered, “This is not right.”
Frustration bubbled up in your throat at his denial, “This is the only thing that’s ever felt right in my life!” You whined, sitting up, angry tears threatening to spill. You sat facing Osferth, propped against the sideboards of the wagon.
Osferth shook his head, “Not everything is about you.” Anger was hidden in his quick words.
You narrowed your eyes, “How could this not be about me? This would have been my first time if you would not have stopped.”
Osferth met your eyes defiantly, “Exactly. I cannot take your innocence! I am not your husband, I am not important enough in your life to do so.”
You rolled your eyes, “If I ask you to take me, then you are.”
He shook his head, jaw clenched hard, “No. That should be reserved for someone more special than me” He met your eye and for the first time in your time knowing him, you saw anger in his eyes, “Do not tempt me again. I will not forgive you if you cause me to sin in such a great way.”
With that, he stood and left angrily, the wagon rocking as he hopped out and away from you, leaving you along in the covered wagon, feeling denied, filthy and shamed.
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Sanctuary
(Osferth x fem Reader)
Summary: The night before he leaves for battle Osferth seeks comfort from you.
(Baby Monk has stolen my heart so I had to write something for him. I'm only on season 3 of TLK so this version of Osferth is mostly based on the ending of season 2)
Word count: +3100
Warning: 18+ for explicit content and language. Virgin Osferth, cock warming, seriously so much cock warming I have no idea where that came from but it's his thing now.
Comfort smut (cause apparently that's my thing), lots of fluff and cuddling. Uhtred is the best wingman. Quite a bit of angst as well, I may need to write a Part 2 ;)
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It was a quiet night in the ale house of Winchester where you served the customers. The majority of the crowd that night already went home hours ago, it was only Uthred’s men that hung around a little longer, wanting to prolong their last night before preparing for battle.
The group had settled in your little town a couple of months ago and they had quickly become your favorite regulars. Unlike some other locals they always treated you with respect, even when they had too much to drink they never forgot their manners. Both Finan and Sihtric as well as Uhtred had jumped in numerous times to help you deal with rude or too handsy drunken assholes and you had come to respect their group not only for their strength as warriors but mostly for their kindness. Having them around made you feel safer.
You were cleaning up behind the counter when Uthred came to you.
“Lady Y/N,” he leaned against the bar, greeting you with a big smile,”We will be out in a little while, I am sorry for keeping you here so late tonight.”
“That’s alright, I know you guys are leaving tomorrow. And I have no one waiting for me at home so…take all the time you need.”
He looked at you and shook his head,”How does a lady like you have no one waiting for her at home?”
You put down the glasses you’d been cleaning and gave him a smile,”I don’t know, the men in this town are idiots.”
“They must be,” he agreed, making you smile.
“Did you come here to flatter me or was there something else you wanted to ask?”
“Actually…I did have a question for you.”
You leaned against the bar to look at him,”Ask away.”
“We are leaving for battle tomorrow.”
“Yes, I have heard. Again?” you raised your eye brows at him.
He shook his head with a small grin,”Unfortunately again.”
“What do you need?”
“It is not me,” he explained,”But my friend…your favorite baby monk.”
You couldn’t help your lips from curling up into a smile at the mention of him. “What’s with my favorite baby monk?”
“He is very anxious tonight.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t be so hard on him all the time and show him some more compassion.”
“He does not need compassion from me, my lady, that would not benefit him.”
“And what would benefit him then?” you asked, knowing precisely where he was going with this but wanting to hear him say it.
“Maybe…he just needs someone to be soft with him, tonight.”
“Be soft with him, huh? Uthred of Bebbanborg, you’d better not be suggesting what I think you are…”
He lifted his hands in innocence,”I would never suggest such a thing, my lady. I am merely…opting that maybe you could offer him some…comfort on this difficult night.”
You rolled your eyes at him,“I’m thinking maybe you should ask someone in the house next door.”
He was quick to shake his head at your words,“That is not the kind of comfort he seeks. I think he would much prefer…someone he knows well…someone he likes.”
You stayed quiet.
“You know he has the biggest soft spot for you,” Uthred then added, putting a smile on your face.
“Yes, I do.”
“And you for him?” he asked.
You sighed and smiled softly. “Maybe, yes,” you confessed.
Uhtred smiled. “Well then, he is by the river, just outside of the castle walls, should you wish to find him. Don’t tell him I sent you.”
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You found Osferth an hour later by the river just as Uhtred said, sitting in the grass by himself, eyes fixated on the water in front of him. It was dark but still warm, the summer breeze a welcome solace after another hot summer’s day.
When you moved closer you could see he was clutching at his cross and his eyes were teary. Year heart sank.
You had come to care for the monk more than you’d ever expected over the course of the past months. The most quiet one out of Uhtred’s group with his sweet smile and innocent eyes, he had caught your attention quite early on and stole your heart just as easily. The two of you had built a friendship that involved a lot of playful flirting but neither of you ever crossed that line. You knew his group was only passing through and you had no intention of getting involved with someone who was likely going to leave soon. You had known enough heartbreak already in your short life.
But tonight you didn’t care about any of that. Looking at him now you just wanted to crawl into his lap and cuddle up to him, kiss away his sorrow and just hold him close, in your arms, where you could keep him safe.
You carefully stepped closer.
“May I join you?” you asked, making him look up. His lips instantly curled into a smile at the sight of you and he nodded.
You sat down next to him, close enough for your knee to bump into his. Osferth didn’t seem to mind, instead of pulling back he let his leg lean into yours.
“I didn’t see you at the tavern tonight,” you stated.
“No, I…I preferred solitude over ale tonight,” he explained, looking away from you and making you hesitate.
“Maybe I should leave you to it then.”
“No!” he was quick to grab your wrist before you had a chance to move,”No, please, don’t go.”
His eyes met yours again and you could see the tears he was trying to hide from you.
“Stay, please, my lady, stay with me,” he begged quietly, keeping his hand on your arm.
You placed your hand over his, giving him a soft smile,”I’ll stay, as long as you want, my sweet baby Monk.”
He smiled through his tears and leaned into you, letting his head fall down onto your shoulder. You didn’t hesitate to put your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. Osferth melted into you, arms wrapping around your waist, holding you tight while he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You could feel his heartbeat against yours and after a while you also felt his tears on your skin, making you hug him even tighter.
You sat like that for quite some time, just letting him cling to you while you caressed his hair and his back, trying to soothe him.
Uhtred hadn’t been exaggerating when he said Osferth was anxious. It took him a while to stop shaking in your arms and you gave him all the time he needed.
When he finally pulled back his eyes carefully locked with yours, his hands were firmly locked on your waist, not planning on letting go any time soon.
“We leave in the morning,” he then explained.
”Yeah, Uthred told me. You’re going with them? Into battle?”
He nodded.
“You don’t have to do that, you know? You have nothing to prove, Osferth.”
”No, I know but…I want to fight, I want to help, it’s just…,” he bit his lip and shook his head,”why am I so terrified?”
You cupped his face and pressed your forehead against his.“It’s okay to be afraid, it’s normal, they should all be afraid.”
“I just…want to be useful,” he said, letting his eyes rest on yours.
“And you are not useful if you don’t fight?”
“I don’t…”
“What about me then, huh? I don’t fight, am I not useful?”
He just stared at you before a soft smile played on his lips,”How can you think that you are not? My lady…your beauty makes my life worth living. Your smile…makes me feel like I have a reason to fight, that no matter how dark it gets there is so much light here and all I have to do is…look into your eyes to find it. You light up my whole world.”
Your heart was melting and for the first time in your life you were completely lost for words.
His hands were caressing your hips and he softly nuzzled your cheek. “I’m sorry,” he then whispered shyly,”That was too much, wasn’t it?”
You smiled and leaned into his touch.”No, it wasn’t, that was…the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
You could feel him smile against your cheek and you both cuddled up to each other. You moved your fingers through his hair and Osferth sighed into it. HIs shyness disappearing a little more with every touch.
“Can I stay close to you tonight?” he then whispered into your ear.
“Yes,” you answered softly,”I’d really like that, Osferth.”
You both leaned back to look at each other. There were no more tears in his eyes now but something else, something more pressing.
“May I kiss you, my lady?” he breathed.
You nodded,”Yes, please.”
His lips found yours in a soft but needy kiss, you pulled him closer and when his tongue found yours you knew you would given him everything he wanted tonight.
You didn’t do anything more than kiss for a long time, melting into each other. His kisses were addictive and the way his hands kept caressing your back and your hair, gentle but with purpose, was only making you want him more.
“May I kiss your neck?” he asked after a while, his voice merely a whisper against your lips.
“You may kiss me everywhere you want, you don’t need to ask.”
Osferth carefully pulled you closer into his lap and you went willingly, legs on either side of him as you straddled him. He kissed your neck, soft and slow, letting his tongue trace patterns all over your skin, tasting you.
“Fuck,” you breathed,”I didn’t know monks could kiss like that.”
He smiled bashfully,”How did you expect monks to kiss then?”
“Not like that,” you breathed and bit your lip, letting your hands move through his short hair while your hips rolled against him.
It had been a while since you’d been with a man and even though you’d had a little crush on Osferth for some time now you had never imagined being with him like this. But right now, feeling his lips and feverish breath on your skin and his growing hardness between your legs, you couldn’t imagine ever thinking of anything else.
“Osferth,” you moaned his name and he bucked his hips in response.
“Is it too much, my lady? Do you need me to stop?”
You shook your head and looked into his eyes,”No, it’s not too much. It’s…it’s not enough.”
He licked his lips while keeping his eyes on yours,“You sure?”
You nodded and moved your hips again, making his cock twitch in response.
“Give me more,” you breathed.
He kissed your lips again, hot and sloppy and with a need that matched your own. Osferth pushed your skirts up, hands finding a way underneath to cup your ass over your underwear, holding you down on his, by now fully hard, cock.
“Will you have me, my lady?” he whispered against your lips,”All of me?”
“Yes,” you breathed.
He started fumbling with his own clothing, trying to get rid of the many layers between you both. Your hand slipped into his breeches to wrap around his length and stroke him slowly, Osferth’s mouth opened in the most delicious moan.
“My lady,” he whimpered,”I need…please….oh god…”
“Have you ever laid with a woman, Osferth?” you asked.
He was quick to shake his head,”No, I have not, my lady.”
Your eyes met his and you halted your movements.
“No, don’t stop, please,” he begged.
“Osferth,” you cupped his face, forcing him to look at you,”Look at me, baby. Slow down for a second, are you sure?”
He frantically nodded his head. “My lady…I want this, I’ve wanted this for a while now…with you…I want this with you. I want you.”
HIs lips found yours in a deep kiss and any hesitations you may have felt faded. You wrapped your hand around his length again, pushed your underwear aside and guided him between your legs, Osferth was quick to move his hips, pressing his erection against your clit, making you lose focus.
You moaned into his kiss, encouraging him to do it again, dragging the tip of his cock through your folds and then teasing your entrance.
“I want to feel you,” he breathed into your mouth.
You lowered yourself down on him, taking him in inch by inch. He was bigger than you’d expected, and it took you a few moments to adjust and catch your breath.
Osferth was clinging to you, burying his face against your neck, teeth grazing your skin while he breathed hard and tried to control himself. You both stayed still, bodies wrapped around each other and his cock buried deep inside of you.
“Can we…can we just stay like this?” he then asked softly,”For a while, please.”
You nodded and hugged him close, foreheads pressed together.
“You feel so good,” he breathed,”so warm…and so safe. I just…want to stay.”
You closed your eyes and tried to calm down your breathing. The feel of him, stretching you and filling you up was heavenly but it was more than that. It was the way he touched you, so much longing in every kiss, the desperate way he clung to you and that soft fondness in his eyes every time they locked with yours.
You had never felt so full or so wanted in your life.
You didn’t want this moment to end, didn’t want him to leave you in the morning with the prospect of him not returning to you. The thought suddenly made your heart sink with anxiety. You clung to him harder and Osferth kissed your forehead and your jaw to finally land on your lips again, his kiss slow and unhurried.
“It’s okay, my lady,” he smiled softly into the kiss.
Both of you allowed yourselves to get lost in the moment, prolonging the inevitable and doing everything you could to make it last. You forgot how long you sat there, just kissing and coming up for air to stare into each other’s eyes, the moonlight and soft waves of the river your only companions.
After some time you both lost the fight, your hips started moving against his and Osferth was quick to join you, soft little whimpers escaping his lips as he buried his face into your neck and surrendered to his needs.
He grabbed you and slowly pushed you down onto your back on the grass. You protested when he carefully pulled out but your protest was silenced with another kiss as he pulled down both your underwear all the way, giving him easier access.
He slid in again with ease and then he was fucking you, slowly and thoroughly, pushing into you deeper with every snap of his hips.
You moaned his name and held him close, meeting his thrusts. His lips were back on your neck, kissing and biting as his moans grew stronger and heavier. You knew he was close.
“My lady,” he whimpered,”I can’t hold back any longer.”
You grabbed his hand and pushed it between your legs.
“Touch me, here,” you begged in a needy whisper.
“Teach me,” he breathed,”Show me what to do.”
Your hand moved over his, guiding his fingers over your clit and slowly circling it,”Just touch me…like this.”
Osferth was a quick learner, he pushed your hand aside and took over, his fingers putting the perfect pressure to make you see stars. You clenched around him and with a few more deep thrusts he filled you up and came with your name on his lips. He crashed on top of you when it was over and you wrapped both arms around him to hold him in place, close to you, his head on your chest as he listened to your racing heartbeat.
He didn’t pull out for the longest time after that, still wanting to stay inside of you, neither of you wanted to move.
You were the first to eventually speak, caressing his hair and kissing his forehead,”Osferth, we shouldn’t stay here, you need your sleep if you are to leave tomorrow.”
“No sleep…all I need is you,” he whispered against your neck.
“You can sleep in my bed, if you want,” you offered with a little smile and he reciprocated instantly, lips curling up into an eager smile as he leaned back to look at you and nodded his head. You couldn’t help but laugh,”Come on then, baby monk.”
The rest of the night was spent in your bed, but it didn’t involve lots of sleeping. Osferth made love to you twice more that night, once more fast and needy in the heat of passion and then once more slowly and relaxed afterwards, the both of you relishing every touch and every caress as if it would be the last. Because it might very well be.
You both eventually fell asleep when the sun was already starting to come up, his cock still buried deep inside of you.
You said goodbye to him a few hours later, clinging to him as he stood in your doorway. You had done what you’d set out to do that night, take his anxiety from him, only you had done it literally. Osferth was calmer that morning, evidently feeling stronger and more determined than the night before. But you were shivering in his arms, feeling weaker and uneasy, terrified to let go of him and have him disappear from your life.
Being so intimate with him last night made you realize how strong your feelings for him were and now the thought of losing him was the scariest thing in the world.
“Come back to me,” you whispered in his ear.
“I promise you, my lady,” he whispered before leaning back and giving you a reassuring smile. You pulled him into one last soft kiss before letting him go.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you then sighed and avoided his eyes.
Osferth cupped your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb while he stared deep into your eyes.“Have some faith, my love.”
But faith wasn’t your strong suit, you were a heathen, much like Uthred. Worse even, you didn’t believe in anything, not even Valhalla, yet the following weeks you were on your knees every night praying to any God that would listen, begging them to bring your baby Monk back home to you safely.
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