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hoosbandewan · 2 days
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We do not 🚫🙅‍♀️ lick 👅💦 frogs 🐸🐸🐸
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lord-aldhelm · 19 hours
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Aldhelm's Brooch
Handmade by me, from Super Sculpey polymer clay, and painted with acrylic paints to resemble antique bronze. It measures 3 inches (10cm) in diameter. I sculpted onto a watchglass so I could get a curvature. The watchglass was removed after baking. It took me approximately 25 hours from start to finish.
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A lot of fans talk about wanting a replica of Uhtred's sword. However, I wanted something more personal and meaningful to me. I had been planning to make this brooch for over a year now, and finally had the time and motivation to do so.
Progress photos and reference screenshots below the Keep Reading.
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Progress photos. I rolled out the clay and molded it onto a watchglass. Then I printed out my sketch and used a pin to pinpoint the locations of the main features (the little spheres). Afterwards, it was just a lot of fiddly sculpting work to create the details. This was 100% done by hand; I did not use any molds or pre-created forms for this.
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Painted version in indoor lighting.
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Screencaps of the brooch. And you can see what I had to work with here, lol. Weird fact: his brooch changed color over the seasons! It was shiny gold colored in season 3, silver in season 4, and antique bronze in season 5. Don't know why it changed so much. Aldhelm's brooch is very unique and particular to him. He had a standard large bronze Mercian boar brooch in season 2, just like Aethelred, but for some reason that was changed to this one in season 3. It seemed to coincide with the change in his apparent personality, so I wonder if it was intentional or not?
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I think I even start to like his haircut 😅
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hollyfreyjamesart · 2 days
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Oh I know why 😉
The Last Kingdom
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ewanmitchelldaily · 2 days
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EWAN MITCHELL as OSFERTH - The Last Kingdom 3.07
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alexagirlie · 2 days
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"Figure You Out - Part Two" - Sihtric x Whore!Reader x Finan
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A/N: Part 2 is finally here! Was fun to do something different and do a reader fic. Please let me know if you would like to see more? Or maybe drop me a requests?
Summary: Sihtric finishes his lesson on how to please a woman and now you have one more lesson in mind for him. Find Part One Here
TW: Whore reader. Virgin Sihtric. Ladies man Finan. Light dom reader. Light fem dom. P in V sex. Oral sex (m receiving). M/M. Hand jobs. Friends to lovers.
Word count: 1,630
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You couldn't help the way you stared as Sihtric followed your command without hesitation and stripped off his clothes hastily. You watched the play of muscles in his arms and shoulders as he pulled his tunic over his head. You longed to run your tongue over the valley and dips of his chests and stomach. Your mouth watered as his cock sprung free of its confines and stood to attention, the head already red and weeping. You wanted to know what he tasted like but that was a thought for another time, for now you were eager to have it inside you, stretching you open.
You pet the soft furs beside you encouragingly. “That's a good boy, Sihtric. Now, come here.” You smiled as the Dane complied, crawling up the bed and into the cradle of your thighs. Thighs which were wet with your arousal and still faintly trembling from the aftershock of your first two orgasms.
Together you maneuvered so that you were flat on your back and you hooked your legs over the curve of Sihtric's hips as he guided his cock inside you. He started so sweet and gentle, just brushing the head of his cock through your folds and shuddering at how wet you were for him.
You helped guide him to your entrance and he eased his way into you, his cock stretched you open in the most pleasurable ways, pressing against your walls and sinking into you inch by inch. It felt just as good as you hoped it would and you moaned as his hips pressed flush against yours. He was thick and so hard and you could feel how his whole body trembled as he waited for you to tell him to move. Such an obedient boy he was.
You cupped his angular face between your palms and pulled him down into a kiss, a chaste press of lips before you bit his lip, hard. It pulled the sweetest groan from the Dane’s throat so you did it again before pulling back and looking him straight in his beautiful, mismatched eyes.
“Fuck me”
You were so hot and tight around Sihtric's cock as he pulled back until only the tip remained in the clutch of your cunt before thrusting forward and sinking into the hilt again. Gentle at first, but as you moaned and arched your back under him he gained more confidence and began to move faster, harder.
Finan was a welcome presence at his side, offering advice and encouraging words. He instructed the Dane to throw your legs over his shoulders and tilt your hips for the best angle. Sihtric gritted his teeth against the pleasure as you writhed around his cock. His powerful hips thrusting into you over and over again, each press against your sweet spot pulling a gasp or whine from your throat.
You were the most beautiful thing Sihtric had ever seen, face flushed with arousal and body beaded with exertion. Combined with the warmth of his best friend at his side, intimate and heady, pushing him closer and closer to spilling between your soaking wet thighs.
The Irishman was not idle and ran light fingers down over your breasts, tugging at a perk nipple making you toss your head and moan, breathless and desperate. You whined in disappointment as talented fingers left your tender nipples too soon and continued their path down your body. You were torn between moving your hips against the press of Sihtric's cock inside you and Finan's fingers as they reached the apex of your thighs and rubbed teasing circles over your nub.
You could barely catch a breath as your body was overwhelmed by sensation, the attention from the two warriors making this the best fuck you've ever had. Finan’s minstrations combined with the perfect stretch of Sihtric cock inside pushed you to a third, mind shattering finish and you fell over the edge, screaming out as you shook and trembled under them.
You dug your nails into Sihtric's arms with a scream, thrashing in his hold as you fell apart around his cock. He groaned at the bite of pain, hips stuttering out of their rhythm as he fell over the edge after you. The clenching and unclenching of your cunt milking him dry.
Once the dane had found his satisfaction between your thighs you gently knocked him to the side with a breathless laugh. You let him catch his breath before you decided to turn the tables a little bit and enact your little scheme.
You could see Finan's cock straining the front of his trousers and grinned. He had been so very helpful after all, he deserved to cum down Sihtric's throat.
You reached out and tugged on the end of Finan's tunic.
“Get naked Irishman” you commanded.
Finan rushed to comply, his cock springing free, heavy with arousal and pulsing as you took it in. He was long and thick, it would be a challenge for anyone to swallow it down but you had a feeling Sihtric would prove as much a natural here as he had with eating your cunt.
You must look as wrecked as you feel for Sihtric placed a gentle hand on your arm. “Are you sure you're okay to continue, miss?”
You giggled happily, “Oh I'm just going to lay here,” you explained. “You'll be a good boy for me and help your friend out, won't you?”
They both seemed a touch hesitant at what you were insinuating but you could see their desire written plainly on their bodies. How Finan went red under his stubble and how his cock throbbed harder between his thighs and got even wetter at the head at the idea of his fellow warrior getting his mouth on him. At the barely contained hunger in Sihtric's eyes and the way his spent cock twitched against his thigh.
“It's only fair since you've completely worn me out,” you explained, one last little push to get them to agree.
And agree they did, all it took was a smile and Sihtric watched as you grabbed Finan by the hand to guide him onto the bed until he was splayed out on his back then gestured for Sihtric to kneel between his thighs. The Dane marveled at the heat which emitted from the Irishman, at how good he looked stretched out and at Sihtric's mercy. All his hard won muscles catching the flickering candle light.
He felt his soft cock twitch and it filled to full hardness again as he stared at Finan's hard cock, at the idea of getting his mouth on Finan and taking him into his throat. He had never acknowledged it outloud but the other warrior had made multiple appearances in Sihtric's mind, when he touched himself late at night, alone in his bed. He never thought he would be given the opportunity to act on his most shameful fantasy but the gods have blessed him with putting you in his path.
He didn't have time to feel intimidated by the task ahead of him as the firm press of your hand on the back of his head guided Sihtric down. This time it was you guiding him, instructing him on how to best treat the hard cock below his mouth.
He pressed wet, open mouthed kisses along the side before he licked and sucked at the head, groaning as the salty taste spread across his tongue. Sihtric's cock throbbed at the deep groan his action pulled from Finan's throat, the sound vibrating through the older man's whole body.
You instructed him to suck saliva into his mouth, to get everything nice and wet and slick before he took the head fully into his mouth and slid it across his tongue in a smooth glide. How to breath slowly through his nose and relax his throat as he sank his mouth down around his friend's cock, taking Finan to the root.
Finan cock was heavy on his tongue, it filled his mouth and made breathing difficult but it was so worth it for Sihtric to hear the strangled noise Finan let out as his nose pressed to his stomach. Thick fingers tangled in his dark hair and pulled, sharply, the bite of pain making Sihtric groan. This in turn caused Finan to buck his hips and Sihtric gagged and was forced to pull back coughing before he set to work again.
“Don't take too much.” You warned as you ran fingers down his spine and between his arse cheeks to circle around his rim, teasing the sensitive flesh but not pressing inside. Not this time.
He pushed back into your fingers and made the most beautiful muffled whine around the cock in his mouth. You tsked before removing your fingers. “Stay focused, that's a good boy. Next time I will teach you how to properly take a cock.” You grinned as both men groaned at your words and Finan's muscles tensed and his grip on Sihtric hair tightened as he flooded the Dane's mouth with his spend.
Sihtric's hand was working furiously over his own cock and you pulled his mouth off Finan’s softening cock and stole his mouth in a devouring kiss, licking the taste of the other man's seeds from his lips. Suddenly he let out a loud whine and pulled away from you sharply. You see Finan pressed to Sihtric's back and the Irishman's hand had joined the Dane's working over his cock until Sihtric spilled over their joined fingers with a shudder and a moan.
You ran a hand down your front and slipped between your legs and you shivered as your fingers brushed past your throbbing nub and you wondered if the two warriors would be up for another round.
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lonnson · 1 year
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Made an important thing
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alwaysaliceangel · 13 days
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Uuff, nunca es suficiente, a veces quiero hacer explotar ese botón!
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barbieaemond · 5 months
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requested by @hoosbandewan -> Ewan's characters smiling
+ BONUS: unhinged war criminal
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destinyisall-tlk · 2 months
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the last kingdom + alignment chart (insp)
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hoosbandewan · 20 days
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🎂✨ 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝟐𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐄𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥! ✨🎂
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black-dread · 9 months
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Happy Osferth ♡
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All so serious and concerned. Why is Finan so much taller than Sihtric and Osferth hier?
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THE LAST KINGDOM: SEVEN KINGS MUST DIE (2023) I Æthelstan & Ingilmundr
“I grew fond of you. But my love for my people prevailed.”
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aemondsbabe · 3 months
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Wind's Howling
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summary: sharing a bed & accidental stimulation || you're nursing osferth's injury as the two of you spend a cold night together in an inn, but you feel called to help him in another way as well
pairing: osferth x f!reader
warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, mentions of injury but nothing graphic, dry humping kind of, kissing, breast/nipple play, piv sex, unprotected sex it’s like literally the 800’s sue me, cuddling, osferth whimpering how precious, let me know if i missed anything!
word count: 1.8k
a/n: happy day five of 12 days of smuff!! this one can be read as a continuation of love is patient and kind or as a stand alone! enjoy! also yes, the title is a witcher pun
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You can hear Osferth let out a soft sigh behind you as you shift yet again in another futile attempt to get comfortable on the thin, lumpy mattress. You sigh too, as you finally settle, only to let out a quiet groan when you realize this position is really no better than the last twenty you tried. 
“Sorry,” you spare a glance over your shoulder as you speak, wincing as another harsh gust of wind blows a cold draft through the room, “I can’t get comfortable enough on this damn thing to sleep.” You say with a defeated sigh. 
“You need not apologize,” the monk murmurs behind you, “Between my shoulder and this cold, sleep eludes me as well.” 
As if on cue, another stinging draft billows through the room, eerily whistling through any cracks it can find. The two of you sigh, defeated — leave it to Uhtred to pick the worst possible inn to stop at, though he had insisted upon it, saying Osferth needed a few days in safety to rest his shoulder and the rest of you needed the opportunity to gather supplies anyway. 
Truthfully, a break was probably a good idea. Ever since the ambush a few days ago, the spirits of your group had been in short supply and members were beginning to bicker and fight amongst themselves. Your poor monk had taken it upon himself to be the peacekeeper, which had only served to cause you more stress as you kept trying to compel him to stay in bed and rest his shoulder. 
You can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut at the thought of his injury, the memory of him being harshly tugged off his horse in the chaos of the ambush still makes you uneasy; your heart twists in your chest as you think through your list of “what ifs” yet again. 
Almost as if he can sense your thoughts, Osferth bumps the back of your leg with his knee. “Please do not worry yourself, my lady,” he says, a heaviness to his tired voice, “I am fine, we are safe.” 
“How did you know I was thinking about it?” 
“You tense up every time you do.” 
You sigh again before finally turning over to face him, your tired eyes meeting his in the dark room, the only light in the room coming from the full moon outside. 
“Hi,” you murmur after a moment. 
“Hi,” he whispers, the corner of his lips quirking up into a soft smirk. 
“How’s your shoulder?” You ask, shrugging one arm out from underneath the thick wool blanket the two of you share to gingerly run your fingers over his arm, taking extra care in the spots you know are still bruised and sore, “Is it feeling any better?” 
“I think so,” he mutters, flexing it a little, “It aches to move it too much but as long as I am still, it causes me no pain.” 
You nod thoughtfully, silently thanking whatever God there may be that he had escaped relatively unharmed. 
After another moment of silence, you wiggle again on the mattress before letting out a quiet, rueful laugh. “I give up,” you groan, “This mattress is useless.” 
Osferth sighs next to you and shuffles closer, reaching out as far as he can without extending his shoulder to skim his long fingers over your arm as an act of comfort, “I’m sorry, my sweet lady.” 
“I should be the one apologizing,” you murmur, “Without my tossing and turning, perhaps you could find sleep.” 
He breathes a quiet laugh through his nose, “You are not what is keeping me awake,” he says with a sigh, “Between this cold and my shoulder, your restlessness is a blessing.” 
The wind howls outside once more and you see Osferth shiver as another draft of bitter air blows through the room. With a sigh, you shuffle closer to him, practically molding the front of your body to the front of his as your legs slot together under the woolen blanket; your eyes flutter closed as you savor the warmth of having him pressed against you, though the action causes your thin linen shift to ride up nearly to the tops of your thighs as one of his long legs presses between yours. 
After a moment, you find yourself squirming for a much different reason, the discomfort of the mattress quickly slipping from the forefront of your mind as your center begins to throb, making you keenly aware of the way the monk’s warm thigh presses against your bare heat, the thin fabric of his breeches the only thing separating the two of you. 
You stay quiet, opting not to disturb him further as you know sleep is important to the healing process. However, it seems his mind is wandering too because after a moment, your eyes shoot open when you feel his hard length pressing against your hip, only to find him already looking at you. 
“Osferth —,”
“I’m sorry, my lady,” he murmurs softly, a blush visible on his cheeks even in the dim lighting, “I—,” he starts, though you cut him off with a soft kiss, sighing as his lips press against yours, his warm breath fanning across your face. 
“You needn’t apologize,” you whisper, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks, “In fact, I can think of something that may help us both sleep…” You tease, just barely rutting your hips against his. 
His eyes slip closed at the feeling, a soft, whimpered sigh escaping his lips before he shakes his head. “You’ve already done so much for me, my lady,” Osferth murmurs, his blue eyes meeting yours once more. 
“So let me do this last thing,” you smile, pressing one more sweet kiss against his lips, “Please?” 
Your monk can’t help but smile at your eagerness and nods, making you smile brightly in the darkness of the small room. Gently, you untangle yourself from him before guiding him onto his back, taking care to ensure that he moves his shoulder as little as possible. Finally, you climb atop him, straddling his hips, both of you groaning at the way your wet, warm center presses against his length through his cotton breeches. You’re careful to keep the blankets wrapped over your shoulders as you maneuver on top of him, lifting your hips just enough to free his length. 
You shiver when you feel him press against you, already throbbing in your grasp as you run the head of his cock through your folds, gasping as it bumps against your already aching bud. 
“Please, my lady,” Osferth groans beneath you, his chest already heaving, “You… you feel too good, please.” 
You can’t help but obey him, smirking at his pleas as you position his length at your entrance. “Shhh, sweet monk,” you soothe, moaning as the head of his cock slips inside you, “Let me make you feel good.” 
Osferth whimpers beneath you as you sink down onto his length with a pleased sigh, your walls already squeezing against him. You gasp softly when he presses fully inside you, your hips resting against his as his length fills you completely, leaving no part of you untouched. You wiggle your hips on top of him, grinding your pearl against him with a soft whimper. 
You slowly start moving atop him, though you quickly pick up the pace as one of his hands grips harshly at your waist, the other remains draped across his chest at your insistence, determined to keep his shoulder safe. You bite your lower lip, intending to stay quiet as you know the walls of the old inn must be quite thin, however that gets harder and harder to do as the tip of Osferth’s cock brushes against that sensitive spot within you every time you sink back down onto him. 
“You feel so good,” the monk gasps as he stares up at you, marveling at how you move against him, at the beautiful blush spreading across your cheeks, at the way your breasts bounce beneath the nearly sheer fabric of your simple shift dress, “So beautiful, my sweet lady.” He sighs, his cock twitching against your walls. 
“Osferth,” you whisper through a harsh gasp, “I love you, my precious monk.” You smile when he groans beneath you, his cock throbbing as you continue moving against him. 
“I — Christ,” he gasps, the hand on your hip pushing itself under your shift dress, “I love you too, sweet girl.” He groans, perhaps a bit too loud, as he cups your breast, kneading your soft skin in his palm. 
You gasp loudly at the added sensation, the heat in your belly threatening to boil over. Blessedly, Osferth seems just as done in as you, his hips squirming beneath yours as he tries to stay still. 
“My lady,” he gasps, blue eyes staring up at you more urgently than before, “My lady, I — !” He cuts himself off with a loud moan when you lean forward to press your bud more firmly against him, which only serves to press his length somehow deeper within you as his fingers toy wildly with your nipple. 
“I know,” you nod your head with a gasp, struggling to keep your eyes open, “I know, my sweet monk. It’s okay, please” you moan, your walls clenching hotly around him as your high finally spills over you, igniting every nerve ending with a blinding pleasure, “God, fuck!” You can’t help but squeal, bracing your hands on either side of the monk’s head as you tumble forward, unable to hold yourself up. 
Osferth whispers your name over and over, as if in prayer, before he finally groans loudly, cock twitching wildly within you as he cums, painting your walls with his thick spend. He moans happily as you sink further down against him, mouthing at your nipples through the fabric of your dress. 
After a moment, your high subsides and you open your eyes once more, giggling softly as you lean down to press a sweet kiss to his lips. With a sigh, you lift yourself off of him before dropping to the bed with a tired groan. You slot yourself against his side and pull the blanket back up from where it had slipped off, one of your legs draped across the monk’s hips. 
Just as you’re about to open your mouth again to ask about his shoulder, a fist pounds on the wall above your heads from the next room, making the two of you gasp. 
“Oi!” Sihtric calls, his gruff voice muffled, “If you don’t stop fucking like rabbits I’ll come in there and strangle the damn monk myself!” 
“Oops,” you whisper to Osferth through a giggle, nuzzling your head against his neck. 
“I would face the wrath of ten vikings to bed you, my lady,” the monk whispers softly before pressing a kiss against the top of your head.
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