#Osferth Ask

[helaelaemond]

Hi there! What do you think of writing something of Reader overstimulating virgin Osferth? Could be short

Pairing: Osferth x reader

Word count: 1k

Summary: pure smut. Hand job (reader giving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms

Rating: E

Notes: thank you so much! This was the exact prompt I needed to get the writing out of my system!

"Does that feel good?"

Osferth whimpers and tries to get away from you, but you press a hand to his chest to keep him lying there. He shakes as he comes, seed spurting from his hard cock, and tears leak from his eyes.

"Does that feel good?" you repeat.

He shakes his head. "Please. Please, enough." His words are little more than hard breaths, his chest heaving with the effort.

The seed makes your hand slick. With smooth strokes, you keep your hand against him and cover his length again and again, dragging his orgasm out. When you dig your nail into his little slit, he whimpers again.

"Please, stop!"

But when you lean down to kiss him, he surges up to meet you. In a heartbeat, he parts his lips and sinks his tongue into your mouth, claiming you, begging you. Between you, his hand goes to your wrist, but he doesn't yank it away.

"You want to come again?" you ask quietly. He sucks your lower lip between his own before biting, nodding.

"Please."

Sweet Osferth doesn't even know what he's begging for anymore. After a moment, the strength goes from him and he whines softly, falling back onto the bed. He looks up at you with such pretty eyes, so wide and confused and adoring.

"Does it hurt?" you ask. His cock is red and swollen, his balls tense, and his entire groin is slick from release after release.

He nods, eyes red.

You kiss his forehead. "I think you can come again for me, can't you?"

Another whimper escapes him. He's got that glazed look on his face that tells you he's close to his limit. Close. Not there entirely. "Y... yes."

It makes you shiver. "Osferth..."

The way his eyes light up when you murmur his name is endearing, to say the least. You massage his balls, and he whines softly. His feet kick against the bed and suddenly his hips lift off it in a desperate attempt to get away. Again, you press him back down.

"Be good, sweet Osferth," you tell him.

The call of his name again draws him back. Wide-eyed and dazed, he looks at you. Quietly, he moans your name. You reward him with a gentler touch between his legs; the soft skin of his balls is warm and thin and sticky with sweat and come. With your other hand, you stroke up and down his stomach soothingly. There isn't a chance for his cock to get soft again by the time your firm grasp returns.

"You can do this for me, can't you?"

Again, Osferth moans your name. "Yes! Yes! For you, anything!"

You stroke his cock hard and firm, and kiss his mouth. It hangs open, desperate and needy, and each time you swipe your tongue over his, he groans. The noise sounds deep in his bare chest, sore in the back of his throat.

"Good," you murmur between obscene kisses. "Keep going, Osferth."

As he gets closer to his final peak, his thighs twitch, his hips lift, his head tosses. You keep your pace steady for a moment, but then you stroke him harder and faster than before. Harder, faster. You spit down on his cock head and he twitches at the new sensation.

"Please!" he whines. "Please, please, I can't-"

"You can, Osferth. I know you can."

Surely someone outside will hear. He is too loud not to hear. But he's too far gone to stop, and so are you. How long have you wanted this, to make him like this? All the stolen glances, all the casual touches, all the hours spent together in innocent bliss, they have been leading to something like this.

He kissed you first. But you crossed this line first. He thanked you for it as the sun set. Now the stars are crossing the sky, and his thanks have turned to begs.

"Help me, please, please-"

"Relax, Osferth."

You bury your face into his long neck and inhale his scent, familiar and strange. You bite his earlobe and tug and he cries out. Under your hand, his stomach tenses until his spine curls. From his lips spills your name again and again and again. Breaths come shorter and quicker, more ragged.

"Yes, just like that," you moan into his ear.

He echoes you. "Like that! Oh, yes, yes-!"

"Keep going."

He nods, eyes closed. "Yes, yes, oh Lord, yes-! Shit-! Shit, I'm-!"

His final orgasm is pulled violently from him. Osferth cries, eyes red and puffy, cheeks streaked, jaw locked open. You stroke him just as hard and fast as before and glance down to watch him spill. It leaks from his sore cock, milky and hot, and you catch it to make your hand slick again. Through his orgasm you stroke him until he squirms away from you again.

"No more!" he begs.

Carefully, you let him go, and drag your hand up his side. He curls up on the bed, thighs shaking, arms trembling. "I'll be back," you whisper against his ear. Quickly and quietly, you bring over to the bed a bowl of clean water and soft linen cloth. Tenderly, so as not to hurt him, you wipe his spend from your hands and his torso. When you try to clean between his legs, he whimpers and curls away.

"Alright, alright." You smile slightly, and set it aside. You climb onto his bed behind him and press your chest against his back, slot your legs behind his. He's so tall, so lithe and pliant, and he sinks back against you. As you sling one arm over his side, he sighs in contentment.

"Thank you," he murmurs after long moments of peace.

"Hmm?" You kiss his neck idly.

"For... for this."

"You needn't thank me, Osferth."

"But... I would like to anyway. If it pleases you."

Smiling, you run your nose through his soft, short hair. "You please me."

"Thank you."

"Would you like to do this again?"

He pulls your arm tighter around him and kisses your fingers gently. "Yes. But... if it pleases you... I should like to... please you. If you would show me?"

"I would like that, Osferth. I would like that very much."

[arcielee]

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.  Update: Link for part 2! Tags (Tumblr kindred spirits): @sirenofavalon @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy​

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. 

arcie’s masterlist

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Osferth anon again- receiving please 🙏

Gotcha! A tidbit for you, anon (this is the last one I'll be doing from this game, thanks to all who sent in asks)

She watches from her position above Osferth as his brow furrows, eyes screwing shut and jaw going slack in a drawn out groan of pleasure. If that isn't enough for her to know that she has ridden him to his peak, then the pulsation of his cock inside of her, filling her full of his seed certainly is. However, she's far from finished with him.

She climbs off of him, ignoring the way he hisses through his teeth as he slips out of her, his spent manhood settling heavily against his lower abdomen, wet and shiny with their combined releases. Kissing her way down his bare skin, revelling in the salty taste of the sweat upon his flesh, she smiles as he gasps and trembles, more sensitive than usual to her touch.

Settling between his thighs, she flattens her tongue against his softening member, running it from base to tip. His hips jerk involuntarily, his hand shooting to the back of her head, grasping her hair, a choked whimper escaping him.

"Wh--what are you doing?" He stammers breathlessly.

"What does it feel like?" She teases, before wrapping her lips around him, suckling softly at the tip of him, humming in satisfaction at the heady taste upon her tongue.

His toes curl, legs bending before straightening back out again, one hand fisting the sheets as the other tightens in her hair.

"Stop...stop, it's too much," he whines pathetically.

She moves her mouth over him, far enough for him to hit the back of her throat, before pulling off of him. "Are you sure?"

His chest is rising and falling erratically, lips parted and eyes wide as he stares down at her. "No...I mean yes...I...don't stop," he whispers frantically.

Smirking, she dips her head once more, grasping the base of him. He twitches against her palm as her mouth envelopes him once more. His back arches as she bobs her head back and forth enthusiastically, and she hears a quiet curse tumble from his lips.

Quiet satisfaction blossoms within her, wondering if this time he'll cry or take the Lord's name in vain first.

[myfandomprompts]

How do you think each ewan character would be like as a girl dad.

I have been dying to write prompts again (I did that in another life), and I have no time nowadays because of work, but because I am an unreasonable person apparently, I'll take great pleasure doing this headcanons!

Ewanverse!girldad headcanons

Abraham

He would be harsh with her/them. His community wouldn't really see girls in high regards and would be loving and caring only in private. He loves them, but is scared to be "too close" to them. In public he can't help but keep an eye on them though, they are his blood after all, his precious women.

Aemond Targaryen

He would be over protective. At first, he would think that he would care only for boys, but no matter if it's his first child, or second, or tenth, he will go into dad mode and just- raise her to be the best. He would take pleasure spending evening reading High Valyrian with her, be very wary of what dresses she wears, of who she meets. He would encourage activities, would it be dragon riding or sword fighting, and whenever she would grow up to be a little rebellious he would turn mad and worry all the time she escapes the Keep or get into trouble. But he would be so proud.

Billy Taylor

Clumsy at first. There is nothing more scary than to have a child, and have a girl of all things. He would be amazed during all the infancy, and then panick. All the time. But he would adore the moments where they would connect and spend time together. She would be as sweet as him, and would be showing her off to her mother and family proudly.

Billy Washington

↑ This is his genuine reaction learning he'll have a girl. The minute he realises it, his mind is set on doing better, on getting all the help he needs in order to be a better person, and the best dad. There is something scary about having a girl, but he knows she'll be okay because the girls in his family are brilliant.

Ettore

What will he do with a girl? Is that the product of his obsession? Why is this different of any other girls he knows? > Because it's his daughter. On earth, he would be an awful dad (if he managed to keep her, that is), would provide but barely. Maybe send her to fetch his cigarettes or do things for him that a child shouldn't do. But in the end he would like to have her closer to him. It's his daughter, no one else's.

Genyen/Shaun

Would not care, at first. Hell, what even is the point? When he sees her for the first time it's so odd, she is his, and she will grow up to resemble him. Maybe he could teach her a thing or two, who knows? How to fare for herself, how to con people. And as time passes, the more they team up, and he can't see his life without her.

Michael

It's his babygirl. He is so lucky. She will be brilliant, how could she not be? He will protect her from the others that will look down on her, because no one deserve her anyway. They don't deserve to be in his presence. He would buy her so many books, her first computer at four, and from there just watch her grow to be as brilliant as him. And then she would crush all the category of person that looked down on him when he was himself growing up. He would be so proud.

Oh, and he would made dad jokes. All the time.

Osferth

Caring, loving. A product of the sky she is. What is more beautiful than his daughter? She is a gift, and he would protect her with his life, cherish her until she is so happy she shines. He would read to her early on, and then when she would know the psaums better than him he would have the biggest grin. He doesn't want to fight anymore, just take care of her.

Tom

Him, a dad? Okay, he'll manage. Shouldn't be so hard, eh? But then a girl? He'll turn into someone else. Attentive, doting, a little firm but it's because he just want to protect his family, and hell how he would want to protect her. He would have an even closer relationship with her than the mother and would be so happy. She teach him how to be more responsable, because there is nothing more worth than changing for her.

Will

Will Will Will. Would be really lost at what to do, but then he looks and looks at her and just fall in love. Why should he not spend all the time he can with her? Would feel guilty nonetheless. What if he is not good enough? He would let the mother take care of her, but he can't stay always long. Believes she would be better without him, anyone would be actually. But life gave him this girl, he should at least try. And he won't regret it.

I excluded Jason, Jack, Poacher & car thief (SOAH)

[lynnbeth5172]

Modern Osferth Headcanons

He would absolutely have a sweet tooth, whenever he makes a store run. He’d get a small candy.

When he was younger, he tried doing baseball but ended up getting a black eye due to the ball hitting him. He just stuck to things that won’t leave him bleeding or bruised.

He’s good in school, say for his math grades which aren’t as good as they could be.

Bit of a bookworm and would enjoy reading classics, whenever he got back home. He’d just unwind with a book and a cup of tea.

He just enjoys vintage things

[kitkatscabinet]

Baby monk has such a comforting presence, if his love ever woke up in the middle of the night due to a bad dream not wanting to talk about it he would 100% not need to know what happened and take her in his arms and stay awake until he’s sure they’re well and asleep. In any circumstance where his partner is uneasy or showing any signs of tense, he would be so reassuring to them. whether it’s with soft touches or affirming words he will try his absolute best to shield them from whatever is making them distressed. He’s got such a gentle voice, it’s so genuine and soothing, same with his touches🥲 he’s so good natured I would feel incredibly safe around him

stooooop. I can't keep falling even more in love with a fictional man.

Osferth always knows if you're upset. He has spent hours observing you long before he had shyly approached you and extended an offer of courtship.

He has intimately memorised your tells, the way your eyes, nose and mouth scrunch in happiness, anger or fear. He is practically an encyclopedia of you.

Through some trial and error he very quickly comes to learn the best ways to calm you. He knows when he can touch you or when he should simply be a silent and reassuring presence. He's even become a master of enlisting Sihtric into being your personal punching post.

If he knows you have trouble sleeping then he will always ensure you fall asleep before him, waiting until your breathing evens out and your lashed flutter against your cheek. He's a light sleeper and he instantly knows if something has bothered you into awakening.

If your hair is long enough then he'll braid the strands together. If you wish to hear him talk or sing then he'll do so without hesitation.

Osferth is the babiest. He is quite literally devoted to you, would lay in the mud so you could walk over him if it meant you stayed clean and happy.

He is always by your side, or looming just behind, acting as a deterrent to any that would approach you with impure intentions.

[whiterosesblackroses]

Ewan Mitchell playing a bastard

Vs.

Ewan Mitchell playing someone who hates bastards

Duality.

[barbieaemond]

Feel like I'm experiencing some kind of religious vocation cause I have an itch to gif every Osferth scene. But like, literally every frame. Don't ask, I don't know why.

[destinyisall-tlk]

Im going for Osferth being a player 😂 Baby Monk has moves and nobody can convince me otherwise. Haha!

i mean that smile and glance 🡓

osferth definitely has moves. baby boy has that subtle charm. and i would have loved to see osferth flirt, ahaha.

[helaelaemond]

Osferth and #35

White Mustang - Lana Del Rey - 'caught up in my dreams / you held me a little too tight in your arms / I couldn't stop the way I was feeling the day [...] I saw your white mustang.'

Based on some of the comments in s4-5...... Osferth has turned into quite the womaniser. So have some Osferth angst.

Osferth x established relationship!reader, allusions to smut

"He's got a different girl in every town."

"Some towns he's got half a dozen girls."

"You're nothing special to him, love. Don't pin your hopes on a man who doesn't want you like you want him. You won't be the one he chooses."

The summer sun is warm overhead as you wash the sheets with your friends. You push your hair back from your face and sigh. "I know. I know."

And you do know. In your little town, there are at least two other women whose beds he warms when he passes through. He doesn't talk about it openly, but it's not a secret, either. But he's your one and only. You hope that one day, he will change his mind. That he'll choose you.

The women washing with you give you pitying looks, and it makes your cheeks burn. Their advice is sage, despite the cut of their words, and anyone sensible would heed it. Love is rarely sensible, though.

Two days later, Osferth arrives. He clatters into the town square on his white horse with a smile that lights up the sky. You watch from the tavern doorway with your feet rooted to the ground and heart racing. He does not notice you. There is a flurry of activity around him, so why would he? His words carry across the distance in drips and drabs - hints of my lord Uhtred, four days past, and forces gathering to the north. Once upon a time, you would have listened with interest, but now? Now it is only the sound of his voice that you care for. It is not deep or high, mighty or weak. Mild and unremarkable, it is. It makes your soul sing.

That evening, you return to the tavern for supper. Your master has an arrangement with the establishment to feed his washer women twice a week in exchange for their services, and you have been in their number for a few years now. This summer's eve, fish is served to you. It is a fine meal. It does not distract you from the sight of Osferth across the hall with another woman in his lap. She is prettier than you. More lovely by far.

The food is ash in your mouth.

You know that you shouldn't try to approach him this evening and spoil his fun, for he is wild at heart, despite his calm disposition, and that has never been a mystery to you - but you can't help yourself. Jealousy curls in you like a serpent, and it warps your smile into a pained grimace that does not meet your warm eyes.

You approach his table where he is kept company by laughing men and women. His gentle gaze sharpens when he notices you approach, and his pretty lips part. "Oh. Good evening." Osferth says your name, and it sounds like a prayer. Such power he wields without even knowing. It kills your sorrow for a moment. "Would you care to join us?"

The woman in his lap looks at you as if you are truly welcome - no threat at all. You were girls together. She knows you. Knows you do not compare. His hand is on her thigh.

"No, thank you. I wished only to bid you a good evening, Osferth. Your company has been missed greatly."

"As has yours, kind lady."

What's the point in hiding your red eyes? Everyone here knows of your devotion to him. They pity you, for it is not you. It will never be you. But when it comes to Osferth, you have no pride. Only love. And so when your eyes sting and tears fill them, you only smile and nod, and excuse yourself. It's a moment of weakness that makes you look over your shoulder before leaving the tavern, and a moment of joy is your reward when you see him watching you go.

On your way home, you pass the stables and peek in. His pretty, white mare is boxed away for the night. You pass her an apple that you picked earlier and she takes it from you without flattening her ears back. It makes you feel close to him. His mount likes you. Or, at least, tolerates you. Much like him. Toleration. No devotion.

The moon is shining above you when there is a knock on your door. You wipe the tears from your eyes, and open it. There's rosemary oil in your hair.

Osferth stands in the threshold. "Forgive me for the hour." He holds out a handful of wildflowers. "For you."

Anyone with pride would send him away. You have no pride. "Osferth."

It's sickening how widely he smiles when you say his name. "I've missed your voice a great deal."

"I've missed saying your name."

"Say it again. Please?"

Your eyes sting again. "Osferth."

He kisses you.

What is worse, you think later, is that the kiss does not last long. For after a tender kiss, he closes the door and sits with his legs crossed on your bed, and he talks with you. For what feels like hours, you talk together of what has happened in your lives since the winter you saw him last.

"You're unlike anyone I've ever met," he murmurs as you lie, face to face, on your straw bed. He strokes the hair away from your face.

"Is that a good thing?" you ask, butterflies in your stomach.

"I think so. You make me... you make me feel understood."

"You are understood."

He whispers your name. His lips are gentle against yours, his hand warm on your waist. It slides down over your hip and around the back of your thigh, and he hooks your leg over his. "Please," comes his request between deep kisses. "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you, too." You drag your fingernails across his scalp and it brings a moan to his throat. "Stay with me tonight."

"There is nowhere I'd rather be."

"Did you have her?" The answer doesn't matter really, for he can have you either way now, too. But the question escapes you before you have the chance to catch it.

"No," Osferth breathes. His hips slowly move against yours while he scatters kisses over your jaw and neck. "She tried, but... all I could see when she kissed me was you."

"She is prettier than me."

"Yes." He runs his nose through your hair and whimpers your name. "But you are dearer to me by far."

You make his toes curl later. You know you make him forget everything but your name, and it turns his tender touches harder and more demanding, until his sweet lovemaking devolves into rough fucking. You take from each other over and over, giving as much in return, too. In your arms, Osferth finds bliss. In his arms, you take the love he cannot give. It's too much. It's not enough.

Morning comes, and you roll over with an ache between your legs and longing in your heart. "Osferth," you murmur sleepily.

The empty room offers no answer. There is no trace of him left, and you wonder if you imagined it all. Across the town square, Osferth tucks a vial of rosemary oil into his bag. He cannot take you with him. But the memory of you is something he will keep.

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For the character ask game: Osferth + 22, Finan + 12, Sihtric + 10, Uhtred + 25 ⚔️❤️‍🔥 Love hearing your opinions on TLK, they are always so well thought-out 😊

Thank you for the ask! It made me realize that I actually miss the boys already, and not just them:)

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like? - for Osferth

*slowly realizing that I actually haven`t read a single TLK fanfic🙈* However, I think I can say what I would and wouldn`t like about baby monk`s characterization.

Firstly, oversexualization is a no for me. The temptation is understandable (well, he`s played by Ewan, and there is a pretty much formed trope of the shyest one of the group turning out to be a sex giant) but it`s definitely not something I`d like to see turned into a trend.

Secondly, I`d like Osferth to be respected as a character (as in not to be treated like a piece of furniture). While techically he could seem to be 100% replaceable, it doesn`t feel that way from an emotional point of view. For his friends Osferth is an oasis of gentleness and calmness in the troubled and tumultuous world; a great reminder that even a man with a sword in hand could still be pure and warm; a reminder that they don`t have to kill the kindness inside them to survive. Not to mention that loyalty is a remarkable quality for a human being, and Osferth had enough of it for a few men.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character? - for Finan

Finan is a great storyteller! He`s created a million tales in his head, and a great many of them have his friends as protagonists. Sometimes the tales are about Uhtred, Sihtric and Osferth as themselves, sometimes he turns them into animals or some magical creatures. The endings to quite a few of his stories may change depending on his mood; but either way boredom is not something his children should feel threatened by:)

10. Could you be best friends with this character? - for Sihtric

I`m not sure about the "best" part, but friends - I think yes! I like his caring and protective nature, combined with fierceness and a quick mind - and I hope he could appreciate my seriousness, especially if we are talking about older Sihtric. Young one could probably find me lame😂 (too indecisive or cautious for his liking, probably). Although I had a school friend who used to nag me a lot about overthinking things, and we still got along just fine:)

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now? - for Uhtred

Damn, you definitely knew who to assign this question to, didn`t you?:) Uhtred's character development in the show was freakin` exemplary. In early episodes (first five or so) he was royally pissing me off, in an "I want to hit him over the head with something heavy" and "What a dumbass" kind of way. His recklessness and impulsiveness were driving me up the wall. But even then I had a feeling that it was how it was supposed to be, so I tried to contain my irritation and not judge him too harshly. And did it pay off! By the end I was totally ready to join Uhtred on pretty much any quest he could choose to take on - and not because I started to see him as a some kind of ideal, flawless man. It was the way one could see and feel every loss, every gain, every person that touched him leaving a mark in his soul, teaching him a lesson, driving him forward, for better or for worse.

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ange my beloved, i come to you humbled and humiliated asking for some body worship with osferth. but reader/oc worshipping HIS body 🤭

eeek, you asked me for this back in May. I am sorry!! Here is a teaser. Coming soon!

Crawl Home to Her

Pairing: Osferth x f!reader Warnings: Religious guilt. Canon-typical violence. Mild angst. Loss of virginity. Smut. Word count: tbc

Summary: Part two of Deathless Death. Osferth has a crisis of conscience and faith, however, an attack on their party by the Danes makes him realise what's at stake.

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Coming soon!

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I would let king Alfred spoil me

But for real, I'll be his flavor of the month.

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🍎🍐🍌 for Osferth

-anjelicawrites

🍎 Favorite type, looks and personality wise? Please specify the trait.

Looks wise, Osferth is a sucker for big, bright eyes and kissable lips that look tempting whether they're smirking mischievously or smiling sweetly. Personality wise, he loves women who are mostly independent, but still willing to let him be chivalrous (i.e. letting him carry heavy things for her, hold open doors, and just generally take care of her).

🍐 Get up and shower after or bask in the afterglow all sticky and wet?

A little bit of both - he'll wipe the important bits down, but then he's basking as long as he can.

🍌 Favorite sex position? Or name one and my muse will give their thoughts.

Osferth goes for intimacy, even when he's paying for it. So with prostitutes, he usually likes cowgirl. He feels like it gives her the opportunity to be the one in charge, rather than being used, and gives him the opportunity to help her out with some titty or clit action. With a partner, he's all for missionary or lotus. He wants her close and looking into his eyes.

Ask me about sexy fruit!!!

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