#Osferth x reader

[pyschosoda]

Please, Lord

Lord!Osferth x Servant!Reader

a/n: omg!! sorry this took so long I had crazy writers block all the sudden but I hope you enjoy it!!! (o^^o) I’m going to try to write the first chapter to my OsferthxOC fic before starting my other requests so be on the lookout for that!! :3c

requested by - @slytherincursebreaker

It was no secret that Osferth was a kind lord, often treating his servants fairly and giving them generous pay. 

Some might be shocked to find out that the ex-monk had taken one of his sweet little servants to be his bed warmer.

And what a pretty thing she was. He would often wake up first just to simply admire her before she slipped away so as not to be discovered by anyone. 

“Osferth...” a quiet, wispy voice pierces through his thoughts. 

His orbs are focusing on hers as they peak through her lashes like how the sun currently peaks over the horizon. 

“I told you to wake me if I slept too long,” his eyes never leaving her frame as she sat up with a stretch, her own eyes searching the room for her clothes. 

“You were pretty tired after last night, so I thought I’d let you sleep,” he responded as his fingertips gently glide across her back.

She rolls her eyes, a smile forming on her face as she stands up. 

“stay,” 

It wasn’t a command from her lord but rather a plea from a man who felt nothing but love for the maiden who had just left his bed. 

“I cannot,” she simply says as she begins collecting her clothes. “You know this.” 

“Surely a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt?”

His sweet little secret laughs as she slips on her clothes. “See you at breakfast, my lord.”

Osferth slumps back down against the pillow, a sigh escaping his lips as she leaves the room. 

Your day was the same as the last, and the last like the day before. You had a routine that more often than not involved waking up in your lord's bed.

Wake up, help prepare breakfast, serve breakfast, clean, occasionally keep Lord osferth company, sleep, and repeat.

That was your schedule, one that you hoped would never change. 

You were often one of the first people in the kitchen; most just assumed you to be eager to please their lord, and they were right in a sense, just not in that way. 

Occasionally, you’d break your daily routine to help the new servants with their tasks, helping them get the hang of things before going back to whatever your task was.

Some thought you were a pushover, doing whatever was asked of you, but you were simply returning the favor that was given to you by one of the older serving ladies who worked there before you; her name was Olga.

You often worked with her in the kitchen, much like you were now. 

“Lord Osferth seems to have taken a liking to you,” Olga teases as she prepares one of the dishes. Olga was a kind old lady, but she was rather nosy and loved to gossip. 

“what?” You shake your head. “No, he hasn’t,” you deny. “He’s just nice." You thought for a moment that Olga was suspecting something, that perhaps you and Osferth hadn’t been as careful as you two thought. 

“He’s nice to everyone, darling, but he doesn’t undress them with his eyes." Olga points at you with the spoon in her hand, making a suggestive face.

“Olga!” You gasp with a laugh. “Lord Osferth is a kind man; he wouldn’t do that.”

“Every man does it,” the older woman shrugs. “Look, when you go out there, watch his eyes; you’ll see they never leave you, not once!”

You don’t reply to the old maid, simply taking the plate from her and making your way out of the kitchen with Olga’s words fresh on your mind. 

Surely she wasn’t right; you were just his bed warmer, not that Olga knew that...hopefully.

You pulled yourself away from your thoughts as you approached the table.

“Enjoy your breakfast, Lord,” you say softly as you place his plate down, sparing him a glance.

He had already been looking at you; had he been looking at you the whole time, like Olga said? The thought made you smile. 

His own lips curling into a smile as you retreat into the kitchen, his eyes never once leaving you. 

You woke up with an uncomfortable tension building up in your throat, your face scrunching up as you hold back a gag. 

You clumsily wrap a thin robe around yourself as you make haste to find a bucket. 

Whether it was your harsh stumbling into the bathroom or you emptying all the food you ate that day into the bucket that woke up a few of the other servants, you weren’t sure, but you were thankful as one of the girls moved your hair out of the way as you threw up. 

This happened several times over the past week; you’d throw up just before the sun came out, then get dressed and get to work. 

You feared you came down with the sickness; you prayed that wasn't the case and your prayers would be answered. 

“I fear you may be pregnant,” Olga had said.

“what?” Your eyes move away from the bowl you had been mixing, over to the older maid.

"No, I am not," I can't be pregnant, the phrase repeated in your mind like a begging tune. 

“You’re questioning a woman who's given birth to three children; I think I would know, darling." She said more, but you weren’t listening anymore. Quickly you left the kitchen, letting Olga finish breakfast herself. 

I can't be pregnant; you prayed, and your prayers would go unanswered. 

You were pregnant. Olga was right; you were sure of it. Between the morning sickness, weird cravings, and mood swings, you were sure of it. 

oh god…You barely had the money to take care of yourself...How were you going to take care of a child—let alone the child of the man you worked for? Thoughts like those circled your brain day and night until finally you began to withdraw yourself. 

That included avoiding Osferth like the sickness himself, and he began to notice after you barely spoke a word to him when he asked you to meet him in his chambers, then failed to do so twice.  

He began to think perhaps he had done something wrong, or maybe you’d grown tired of the arrangement between you too. 

He had hoped that wasn’t the case, but you never gave him the chance to ask. 

Every time he looked for his sweet maiden, you were nowhere to be found, or you’d dash away before you could be seen. 

Osferth had enough. 

He was tired of seeing her duck around corners or flat out running away when she’d spot him in the halls; each time he had tried to speak with her, she’d find a way out.

He was sick of it. 

The thoughts of how to approach this situation plagued his mind, keeping him from sleeping. 

With an aggravated sigh, he swings his feet over the side of his bed, placing them on the floor as he prepares to venture out into the cold halls of the night to clear his head. 

‘What did I do wrong?’ He questions as he walks, ‘Why was she avoiding me?’ 

He was so lost in these thoughts he had almost missed the sound coming from the kitchen. His steps pause as he listens, and again, there was the same sound.

Slowly he creeped towards the kitchen door, peeking through the crack, looking for the intruder. 

But he didn’t find one; instead, he found the girl who plagued his mind day and night; he found you. 

He stood there for only a moment longer, not wanting to waste this authority that was given to him. 

“Why are you up so late?” He spoke up from behind her; despite his voice being gentle, he still startled her in the process. 

He watched as she hesitated to meet his gaze, settling to look at the floor beneath his feet instead as she timidly placed her fork down, so that was the noise he had heard. She had gotten up in the middle of the night to...eat?

“My Lord i-“

“Have you not been eating enough?” 

She wasn’t sure how she wanted to respond. His question caught her off guard. How was she supposed to answer his question without giving too much away? 

He picked up on her hesitation to answer his question, so he asked a different one.

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

Her hesitation only grows, her appetite long gone as her eyes look for something to look at that isn't him. She missed Osferth, even if she tried to deny it, but should she tell him? It's his baby; of course she should...But she was scared; she needed the money, and in truth she had hoped to keep this secret a little longer.

“We shouldn’t talk about this here, Osferth." She whispers, meeting his gaze with a pleading one.

“To my chambers then,” he urges. 

The walk to his chambers was awkward to say the least. Your head tilted down, not daring to look at Osferth.

Osferth’s eyes were straight forward, not daring to look at you. Not a word was spoken between the two. 

Neither of you wanted to be the first to speak up; both of you were stuck in your thoughts, figuring out what to say. 

You pull yourself from the sound of your shoes hitting the ground as he opens the door to his chambers. 

“Why have you been avoiding me?” he repeats as they enter. 

“I…I'm sorry, my lord.“

“Have I done something to upset you? offend you maybe?”

She pauses, mouth gaping like a fish. “No! No… My lord, you’ve done nothing of the sort.”

“Then why have you been avoiding me? please!  I wish to make this right…”

She shifts in her spot, battling with herself if she should tell him. He had the right to know, she concluded. 

“Lord,” she whispers, her gaze meeting his pleading one.

“Osferth,” she corrects louder this time.

“I’m… I'm with the child," she admits, her hands anxiously attacking each other. 

“Your child,” she clarifies.

Osferth was in shock.

pregnant.

with his child?

“And...and you’re certain?” he questions 

She nods, pinching at the skin around her nail.

“And it’s…it’s mine?”

She nods again, her pinching nails piercing the skin as her vision gets foggy, her lip quivering. 

How could he let this happen? 

A bastard.  That’s what was brewing in her belly.

his blood.

His bastard blood passed down onto another.

Thats what he was; all he had been at one point was nothing more than Alfred’s Bastard. There was a time when he was scared that’s all he ever would be; he swore he would never condemn his child to a fate like his, and yet he had grown careless.

No. 

He wouldn’t allow his child to face the same curséd life that was forced upon him; he wouldn’t make the same mistake his father had. 

Osferth must’ve been silent for longer than he thought because the girl before him began to weep. 

“P-Please Lord!” 

The cold ground left bruises on her knees as they collided. 

Osferth couldn’t tell if she had fallen to the ground in an attempt to beg or because her legs simply gave out.

“Please!” She cried out again. “I’ll leave without trouble once I’ve saved enough money! I won't ask you for anything more!” She let the words tumble from her mouth before her thoughts could catch them. 

“No one will know the babe is yours; just please don't cast me out! I need the money!” she babbles 

“Cast you out...?” He asks, "I wouldn't...I won’t do that.”

Her frantic begs stop as she looks up at him. “You…you wont?”

Shaking his head, he kneels in front of her. “Never,” he assures her as he places his gentle hands on her tear-soaked cheeks. 

"I won’t let you face this alone, not when I'm at fault for it,” he says, wiping her tears before continuing.

"I’ll do what my father could not,” he whispers, “this baby will not be a bastard.” One of his hands moves to cup the back of her neck.

"What are you saying..." She meets his gaze.

“Marry me…” His voice shakes as the words leave his lips.

“…What?”

“Marry me,” he said, with more confidence. "I’ll be a good father; give this baby what I never had,” he promises. 

“Please, I love you." He admits, “Please marry me.”

She wasn't sure what to say, too overwhelmed with emotions. She wasn't sure if she was going to smile or cry again, so she did both. 

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she presses her lips against his in a quick and inexperienced kiss. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!” she agrees.

He cups the back of her head, holding her against him as a smile of his own appears on his lips. He would be a good father, he promised; he’d give his child a life that wasn’t granted to him. 

[lionneee]

Hi 💓 Can I request Osferth x Reader that people always think he’s innocent but turn out he’s NOT 🤭 reader always underestimate him by thinking that he still a virgin so, he shows her that he’s really good on bed 🥵

Sweet Osferth

[apothe-roses]

Kinktober 2024

Day 27: Priest Kink | modern priest!Osferth x reader

Word Count: 299

“Father?” you called. He turned his head sharply at the sound of your voice. Quickly, he rose from his kneeling position.

“You can’t be here,” he hissed when he was close enough.

“Then you should’ve locked the door,” you reply. His mouth tightened at that.

“Please,” he said. “I can’t be around you anymore.”

“And I can’t stay away from you anymore.”

He gulped. You came to a stop in front of him, reaching to fiddle with his clerical collar. You saw his fists clench, but he made no attempt to remove your hand.

“We’ve been dancing around each other for too long,” you said. “Something has to change.”

He remained silent.

“Do you really want to spend your life following the path your father forced you on? Or do you want to make your own choices?”

His eyes were full of desperation and longing. His breath grew haggard.

“Can you truly serve God if your mind is always distracted by what could’ve been?” you asked.

You cupped his face in both hands.

“Stop me,” you commanded, bringing your face closer to his. He wets his lips, but says nothing.

“Stop me,” you repeat, quieter this time. His lashes fluttered.

“Stop—mph.” He cut you off by closing the distance, kissing you with a hunger that set your soul aflame. His hands clamped on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. When you pressed against him, you could already feel him growing hard. Your hand slid down and pressed against the growing bulge. He groaned into your mouth.

You squeaked when he picked you up suddenly, carrying you over and laying you on the altar. He hovered over you, eyes dark with lust.

You had just created a monster. And you couldn’t be more excited about it.

[onemustimagineaemondhappy]

[caught]

Summary: modern!Osferth; sent to investigate crimes happening within the church, Osferth faces life outside the cloisters he is used to. Struggling with his heavy burden and the temptations that lurk on every corner, he succumbs to the charms of a neighbor. (light on plot and heavy on angst and fluff/midly suggestive, part of a larger fic)

WC: ~1.1k

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This new life Osferth was living, like a borrowed shirt, felt all new. Tight and chafing in odd places, but exciting, vivifying. It made him different.

One night, he followed a vague lead into a steamy basement night club that smelled like sweat and perfume and alcohol, where he watched scantily clad people walk and dance around. He let some drunk woman over a foot shorter than him drag him onto the dance floor and touch him in places he had no interest in being touched. Not by her, at least. He was indifferent, if a little disgusted at points, and in the wee hours before dawn, soaked in his small tub until the water went cold.

Another time, he met with a liaison and had a cigarette just to do it, just because they offered. Just because he could. It stank and made him cough, almost nauseated.

Those things he did not terribly enjoy.

But there were things he liked.

He even thought about getting a pet. The simple, small joys of feeding it and scratching his nails into its soft fur, seeing it sleep in some corner carved out just for that purpose.

He’d never thought he would miss jeans. Or, to be more precise, he never noticed he did miss them. An open collar. Beat up converse like he wore as a kid.

He even liked doing laundry, especially since that one night.

Basket perched on your hip, passing him in the doorway. You’d meant to go, and he meant to let you, but the conversation just kept going, easy and wonderful, only stopping when the constant readjusting of the basket became ridiculous and conspicuous, and you both finally accepted it was time you went.

On his floor, books were littered and splayed open, and he had an enormous undertaking ahead of him. He was searching for things he only half believed could be found, and half hoped were exaggerated if real. Black masses, and Sin Eaters, and too many dreadful deaths. He couldn’t bring himself to face them tonight. It was raining and the world felt small, shrunken to the dimensions of his tiny apartment and he wanted to breathe, wanted to feel something other than despair.

He was allowed to leave his order, and temporarily relinquish some of his duties. He wore everyday clothes, he didn’t have to pray or attend mass when he had other work, didn’t have to follow strict doctrines on comportment. Even vows of chastity and poverty could be bent and ignored on occasion, if it brought him closer to the answers he was seeking. More and more, however, he sought not to bend, but break. Break unbreakable things, he reminded himself, and it felt like drowning on dry land.

His wishes, half-concealed even from himself, brought you out in the hallway at the right time, as he stood in the doorway, leaning his long, lean body against the frame, unsure where to go, what to do with himself. He wondered if his throat pounded as you chatted, his heart firmly lodged in it.

He accepted the drink you offered, if he had nothing better to do. He would have dropped it all, even if he did.

No, he didn’t want wine. It reminded him of church too much. You didn’t need to know that part.

So now he stood in the doorway of your kitchen, shoes off and toes curling on the floorboards, watching as you looked around for something else to drink. Body moving casually, like he wasn’t on pins and needles, opening cupboards, stretching to reach the elegant glasses stacked in a neat row; the silence thick and heavy.

He fought and dismissed the urge to run, to close himself off, and let the moment wash over him, wondering had he ever really been on a date?

Was it like this?

Talking vacuously, not even hearing the words that fall on your ears as you try to appear fine, nonchalant; telling your hands to stay put, ordering your body not to move on theirs; cursing at your eyes when they glance at what you want, sure you’ve been caught and found out…

He didn’t avert his eyes over the rim of the glass when he drank. You looked away and flushed, and talked so sweetly, low and intimate, susurrating like the rain batting at the windows.

He draped an arm over the couch and listened, not bothering to extinguish the stars of infatuation in his eyes.

Was it like this?

When people like each other, unabashedly, when they don’t struggle against the pull they feel?

From one moment to the next, he knew, it revealed itself to him, forcefully and beyond doubt. It was exactly like this. His cheeks burned. He was in the middle before he knew anything had started.

He watched your nails, painted a shade of purple and dusted with iridescent glitter. You made a quick little wave with your fingers, and he looked away instead of meeting your eyes, wanting to keep his desires and affections, like an open wound gaping in his gaze, to himself.

Did he like the color, you asked, meeting his shyness with tenderness.

He did, he admitted, running the tips of his fingers over the length of your fingernails, feeling the gritty texture of glitter and the smooth coat of polish, and then your skin against his palm. He liked everything about you.

*

Kissing was easy enough. He met you in the middle, and it was a light brush of lips on lips. He pressed closer and sighed when you touched his face, running your thumb over his cheekbone. The kiss fell away with a gentle pop, and his head swam. Again. Please. He was afraid he’d said it out loud when you smiled and leaned back in. It was longer then, and deeper, and he was sure he died a little when your mouth parted and his tongue smoothed over yours. Osferth was firmly in his head, eyes snapping open every now and then, checking if you liked it.

When he moved away, face hidden in the crook of your neck, his stomach twisted. Oh, god, you would know. You would figure out any moment he had barely any clue what he was doing, hands unsure and flitting away before they really touched or grasped anything, palms buzzing to stay. Would it be too much?

Did you mind that his open mouth was on your neck? Maybe he was going too far, too soon? It seemed too easy, too simple, to just do what he wanted, get away with it, be welcomed. There had to be some catch.

He was rescued from himself when your hand slipped into his, one finger at a time slithering between his and curling around the knuckles to hold him fast, body arching under him. He fell, and fell, and fell, and was caught.

*

[demigoddessqueens]

KINKTOBER 2024 - demon sex

MDNI, SMUT, NSFW

a/n - got into Last Kingdom, stayed for the monk, also here on ao3

Pairing: Osferth x succubus!reader

Word count: 0.7k

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As different as his life turned out, from priest to mercenary, Osferth still finds himself seeking refuge in old habits. Fortunately for you, it called to you like blood in the water.

The human still said his prayers before every night, despite the blood on his hands. You sensed that it brought him comfort in this brutal word, although your ideas of “comfort” to help him varied of the carnal ones.

Appearing as an enticing figure to the young man, you cooed his name as you kissed past his protests.

”I-I’ve heard of your kind before…a-a succubus…”

That dark laugh from you did little to soothe his unease. He said with such fear yet almost sounded enticed.

“D-demon, what would you want from me?”

You fondled his hair before pressing up further against him. Osferth swallows hard as he sees the fangs in your smile. A clawed hand grazes along the free skin of his neck before you pull him into a deep kiss. Thankfully this was only a dream as the monk let his moans ring out.

“Something only mortals like you can provide, and from hearing your pleas to your god, I would oblige to it.”

Your body is pressed tightly against his, and you draw him into a slow, deep kiss again. The stiff demeanor tries to prevail at first, but gradually, his lips move along with yours as his tongue slides into your mouth with a low needy moan.

“If I give you want you want, monster, but ngh—if I do, will you stop tormenting my thoughts?”

You cup a hand between his legs as he clenches his eyes shut.

“Only if you truly desire that, human.”

You work open his robes and tug the fabric down from his legs, freeing the now rock-hard manhood within. He's…prominent. Soft hairs lead down from his stomach to what your mouth waters at. While the rest matches his body, the tip is such a pink color it matches the blush on his cheeks.

Practically salivating at the sight, you utter a pleased little moan as you lower yourself between his legs until you can place a deep, lavish kiss to the crown of his cock. Feeling greedy, you begin to lap and suck more along the column of his cock. Osferth writhed and whined beneath your touch, struggling not to cave to the carnal pleasures he denied his body.

Why was he trying to deny himself? Hypocritical as that was. He’s been to brothels before with the others, yes! But he was a monk before. It was another to lie with another but a demon he’s heard countless horrors about?

Once you’ve had your fill, you gradually sink down onto his cock, moaning happily as it fills you inch by inch. You feel the tightened grip on your body, and see the way his eyes are wide in arousal. The way he bites at his lip to keep from crying out only spurs you on to get a reaction from him.

By the time you've taken him to the hilt, you're panting softly with you head tilted back as your body thrashes for him. You can't recall the last time you felt so perfectly full from a mortal and so absolutely satisfied.

The full length of his manhood swells and throbs in the throes of his orgasm. Seeing your taut body thrust upon him, Osferth took advantage of your brief vulnerability to flip you beneath him. Wrists caught above your head, you were the tiniest amuse at his forwardness.

”Don’t t-test me demon. I—ungh—mean it—ahh, hells you feel amazing!”

Your laugh was a mix of faux mocking as it blended with his gasps of overstimulation. He thrusted into you with more fervor but you could see those sharpened cheekbones contort in pleasure as the overstimulation got to him.

“We shall see, little monk.”

Osferth awakes in a cold sweat as he gulps down heaves of air to steady himself. There’s a throbbing between his legs and his cloudy mind swims with an image of a face he’s seen before. Looking between himself and the others sleeping, Osferth reaches down.

His cock is already slick from the obscure dream he had so it’s no surprise he’s threatening to burst at any moment into his hand. With one last whimper, the wet mess splays over his hand as the arousal leaves his body.

Before sleep claims him, Osferth could have sworn he saw another human shadow slink away from their camp.

[thenameswinterfics]

AGAPE

Fandom: The Last Kingdom Pairing: Osferth x Reader Settings: Between season 4 and season 5 Summary: Torn between the desire to feel you and the sacredness of his vows, Osferth gives you flowers as a token of his love and devotion, the meaning of his love hidden behind the flower's language. But a scouting expedition beyond Rumcofa's borders forces him to confront the devil who tempts him. Word Count: 2,9 K Warnings: Fluff, mild smut, mention of religious guilt, mention of male mansturbation A/N: Here's my birthday present for my beloved @zaldritzosrose . Happy birthday, sweet love. I apologise for taking so long, I hope you can appreciate this. (And consider also this as a way to thank you for all the graphics you made for me). As always, thank you to @foxyanon and @legitalicat for having an endless patience with me. Also, thanks to @sylasthegrim for the brief beta reading!

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE FOR MY GRAMMAR AND VOCABULARY MISTAKES.

Header by @legitalicat Dividers by @zaldritzosrose

READ IT ON AO3

Agape: (n), the highest form of love. Selfless, sacrifical, and unconditional love; persists no matter the circumstances.

When Osferth saw you for the first time, the seed of sin was already creeping into his soul.

Brought up in a monastery, King Alfred's bastard son had been sheltered from the dangers of the outside world, his life rigidly punctuated by the silent rhythm of prayer and the teaching of sacred texts, his vow of chastity protecting him from the lustful pleasures of the flesh, his body preserving the purity so longed for by God. 

But everything changed when he joined Uhtred and his men, leaving behind his former life outside the holy walls of the Church and embracing the way of the warrior. His first days were not easy: he was not used to witnessing death and destruction first hand, and killing was a thought that made his stomach turn and his spine chill. But the years passed quickly, and the shy monk became a warrior and one of Uhtred's most trusted men. 

He had always heard Finan say "ale, women and prayer" whenever they temporarily settled in a village, and watched as he and Sihtric drank endless mugs of ale, joining them for as long as his stomach would allow. And every time the thought of the flesh came back to haunt him, his faith would help him resist the temptation, and Osferth would end up praying for God's forgiveness, soothing his guilt for almost abandoning himself in the sin.

But your arrival shattered all his holy defences. 

He watched with wide eyes as you challenged Uhtred to a fight, your body dancing with every stroke of your sword, admiring your coolness and agility in battle and how easily you disarmed a skilled fighter like the Daneslayer. And those same eyes, intense and fierce in battle, were the ones that met him, in a glance that ignited the spark of attraction, an unfamiliar heat that blossomed in his chest. 

Every time he closed his eyes, his thoughts were filled with visions of you - your wild spirit, your stolen glances, the way you cared for your friends and children even when you said otherwise, even the way your lips curled into a gentle smile. In the silence of his room, he struggled with his longing, every breath a battle between desire and duty. Part of him still had to keep his oath to God, the promise to maintain his integrity and serve Him and Him alone for the rest of his life. But another part of him wanted to surrender and embrace the sin that had taken root in his heart, to love you as freely as you did, whose own religion allowed you to worship the gods with physical touches and passionate love. 

Osferth always wanted to confess his love for you, but his shyness and his religious morality never allowed him to openly express his true feelings.

So he used the language of flowers to convey his unspoken feelings for you.

Osferth had always been an enduring mystery. You sensed it from the moment you met him, his blue eyes hiding a longing that you misinterpreted at first, thinking he was simply worried about his lord's fate since he was defeated in front of the bewildered gazes of his warriors. 

But it was not until Uhtred welcomed you into his group with open arms that you truly began to understand him. As you shared stories of your adventures around the fire, surrounded by the green of the boundless Mercian borders, you glimpsed a layer of his character that was hidden beneath his demeanour: he was a gentle soul, both in his words and his actions, and spoke with an intensity in his words that you hadn't found in any men you'd met in your life.

Your silent glances turned into lingering moments, and you both felt a connection to each other that you had never felt before. You brushed your fingers against each other as you reached for the same piece of food, or as you passed weapons to each other as you prepared for battle, and each time you saw the monk's smile as a silent response, his face flushed to the tips of his ears, a vision that made your heart pound in your chest.

In time, the accidental caresses became bold, and you both began to rest your hands on each other's cheeks, feeling the softness of each other's skin as the tips of your noses touched. But every time you thought you could go further, a wall of responsibility would fall over Osferth and the monk would leave your embrace. You interpreted his sudden hesitation as mere disinterest in you, but you didn't know that inside him there was a war between integrity and impulsiveness, for you were the devil who broke the chains of God's influence. 

You had known Osferth for long enough that you thought you knew everything about him. Yet, somehow, the once almost monk still managed to surprise you. One evening, while you guarded the children as you were granted accommodations by Lady Aethelflaed estate in Saltwic, he began exhibiting a predisposition towards plants and flowers. You watched as he bent over, his slender fingers gently caressing the petals of a flower before plucking it from the bush and turning to gift it to you, which you accepted happily.

Each flower was different, both in shape and colour: small and with few petals, roses of the brightest red, small wild flowers that he sometimes tucked behind your ear, large and fragrant tulips: they were carefully chosen each time you crossed Mercia, and your intimate ritual continued when you reached Rumcofa, the place you would soon call home. 

You leaned into his spontaneous gestures, consoling yourself a little, seeing them as the closest you could get to a gesture of love. But you would soon find out the hidden secrets that these flowers hide between their beautiful petals.

Spring arrived unusually early in Rumcofa, and while nature was already in full bloom - from the brightest greens of the grass to the most vibrant hues of the flowers - there was still a slight chill in the air, a silent reminder that winter had not yet loosened its grip on the earth. 

The sun was bright in the sky, and Uhtred and the boys patrolled the area, making sure there were no dangers or possible incursions. It was a sudden change of life for everyone, as you had lived in Coccham for many years, but this did not stop Uhtred from making his new piece of land powerful and safe for his warriors’ families.

Fortunately, the scouting had been without any particular difficulty, and after hours of riding, Uhtred decided it would be wise to let his men rest and feed the horses before resuming their activities. So they decided to head for the forest, which was somewhat drier than the dense vegetation that surrounded Coccham, but no less intriguing: the trees were tall and stringy, and the early scent of pine and damp earth filled the air. Birds were calling in the distance, their songs echoing through the treetops, casting small patterns of light on the ground.

Dismounting from your horse, you took your shield and sword from the saddle, carrying them with you in case you needed to defend yourself from an ambush. Deep in the forest, you and Osferth gathered as many twigs as you could find to light a small fire and prepare some food for your stomachs: the scouting had been long and hard, and hunger mixed with fatigue always fooled even the most skilled of warriors.

Having gathered all the twigs you needed, you decided it was time to take a little break. The two of you walked in silence, close to each other, shame and unspoken feelings filling a forest already blooming for the spring season, until you both reached a small stream where you could sit and relax, smelling the scent of wet grass and water plants, along with the chirping of cicadas and the singing of birds. 

You cautiously approached the water, dipped a hand in and lightly wetted your face, enjoying the coolness of the cold hair against your wet skin. Then you sat down, pressing your back against the grass and closing your eyes, surrendering to the peaceful sounds of nature, until a sudden rustling of leaves made you open your eyes. You lifted your head to see Osferth awkwardly gathering some flowers tangled in a bush, the sight so sweet it made you smile slightly.

"It seems you like picking flowers lately," you said with a slight chuckle, watching as the monk froze, the tips of his ears turning slightly red. You could feel one of his hands lightly picking up a small flower, the flicker transferred to its petals. 

“It is an activity I enjoy, my lady, before we come back scouting,” Osferth replied politely to you, and you could hear a flicker of nervousness in his voice. 

You rolled to the other side, your arm supporting your head as you watched Osferth pluck flowers from the ground and gently gather them into a small bouquet. With no small hesitation, he approached you, sat down on the ground and silently leaned the bouquet towards you, his blue eyes looking at you with their usual intensity and longing, betraying the decorum of his religious beliefs. 

You found yourself admiring the improvised floral composition, lost in its beauty: the flowers were large, probably larger than those he had given you in the past, the petals soft as silk to the touch, painted a vibrant pink with muted shades of pale pink. You had never seen such a beautiful flower in your life. 

“Osferth,” you breathlessly broke the silence, your eyes shining with contentment: you were a warrior woman, but even you had a soft side, “I do not know what to say. They are-”

“Peonies,” the monk interrupted you, his cheeks turning red while watching your bewilderment over his gift, “They are peonies. Very beautiful flowers, if I dare to say,”. 

Osferth paused for a moment, then cleared his throat and continued, "From the writings of the monastery, I have learned that peonies are rich in symbolism and have many meanings. One of his fingers pointed to the flowers in your hands, his thumbs gently stroking the petals, "Some believe it has healing properties and symbolises protection, others believe it is the symbol of honour and nobility,” 

Suddenly, he took one of your hands, and with incredible kindness he placed it on his chest, and you felt his heart beating wildly inside his chest, “And they are often given when you want to tell someone you love them,” 

Silence fell over you as you took your time to absorb Osferth's words, his words hitting you like an arrow shot to the chest: you were used to Osferth's elusiveness on these subjects, as you had caught him praying in solitude, asking forgiveness for sins he had not committed. But his gentle touches, his unspoken tender gestures and the flowers he gave you: he told you he loved you without thinking to touch you, so that his soul could live in peace. 

Your lips curled into a small smile as you brushed Osferth’s chest with your fingers, “Is this why you always give me flowers, when we get the chance?”, you asked softly, your own cheeks turning red as Osferth nodded shyly.

“I do,” the monk replied, his hand squeezing yours, “But I know this is wrong,” 

With a quick but delicate gesture, Osferth lowered your hand and stood up, pacing nervously and mentally reciting prayers of forgiveness. His behaviour left you both confused and broken, and after gently placing the flowers on the grass, you stood up and approached him, holding his hands in a way to calm himself down.

"It's wrong, what?" you asked calmly, hoping that your voice would bring him back to reality. But you knew from his gaze that he was somewhere else than with you, "Please, Osferth. Talk to me. Is it because I am a Dane?"

“It is because I desire you,” Osferth snapped, more in panic than anger, and the grip on your hands tightened, “It torments me to see you every day and wonder what it would be like to touch you and love you without feeling the burden of my faith,”

He then leaned one of his trembling hands, resting it on your cheek and brushing it gently, “All the flowers I gave to you, they were the sign of my love and commitment towards you without feeling God’s voice telling me it was wrong,” Osferth confessed with a soft sigh, closing his eyes as a way to hide his shame, “But now that I exposed my secret I do not know if he will grant me-”

“Is God watching us?” You asked out of the blue, interrupting his nervous stream of consciousness while your own hand rested on his cheek as well. Your question left Osferth surprised for a second, but a little chuckle escaped from his lips, amused by your apparent innocent question.

“My sweet lady, both your Gods and my God are watching us right now,” he replied sheepishly, and his answer satisfied you: it was what you wanted to hear.

“Then let them watch us,” you whispered with husky voice, your finger tracing the contour of his face, your touch sending him shivers down your spine, “Let them watch us consuming our love, only them as witnesses,” 

His breath caught as your soft touch lingered on his skin and the air suddenly became thick with tension. It was as if the war between righteousness and temptation was intensifying within him, the seed of sin blossoming into a small sprout destined to grow, fuelled by your carnal passion. 

And for the very first time, the devil won. 

His lips crashed against yours in a hungry kiss, releasing all the dormant passion he used to vent in the solitude of his room, reaching his climax when he cried out your name in his moments of lack of lucidity. Unable to restrain his hands, he gripped your waist in a surprisingly tight vice and moved you until your back was pressed against the trunk. He broke the kiss abruptly as guilt rose again in his chest, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.

“You need to stop me, please,” Osferth breathed against your lips, but you silenced him by teasing his upper lip with your tongue. 

“I won’t,”, you replied in a hoarse voice and put your hand behind his neck, “I have waited for so long, Osferth. I need to feel you,” 

With your last words, everything rational in Osferth's mind disappeared and your lips were locked in a heated kiss. A little hesitant at first, he grew bolder as the tip of his tongue tentatively demanded entry, which you gladly accepted. A wild and sensual dance exploded in your mouths as his hands slid all over your body, squeezing your soft breasts and forcing you to moan against his lips. With a confident movement, he undid the laces of your skirt, exposing you to the cold air of early spring. Your mind became dizzy as you felt Osferth's mouth run over your skin, tormenting first your neck, then your collarbone, until he indulged on your breast: with the tip of his tongue he teased your nipple, hardened by the cold and the rise of your arousal, while his hand teased the other with a pleasurable pinch. 

"You are tempting me, Lady," his shy and trembling voice contrasted with the bold movements of his hands, and you could only respond with whimpering and rambling words, your eyes closed as you rested your head on the trunk of the tree, drunk with the pleasure the innocent monk was giving you.

Leaving your chest, his hands slipped into your breeches, his fingers trembling and clumsy as he tried to find your pulsing core, wet with anticipation of what was to come. But as you felt the tip of his thumb caress you in a circular motion, two male voices called out to you in the distance, forcing you both to abruptly pull away from each other, hiding all evidence of your relationship. 

But all your attempts were in vain, as you realised with horror that Finan and Sihtric saw almost everything. 

"Looks like our baby monk is no longer a baby," Finan's teasing voice broke the awkward silence, supported by Sihtric's sly grin. Osferth's face turned bright red as he tried to cover you and save you from further humiliation. But he knew it was too late. 

“I-I swear I can explain,” the monk spoke with a quivering voice, but Sihtric was quick to interrupt him.

“Lord Uhtred gave the order to resume the scouting. Collect your things, both of you,” the Dane tried to stay as neutral as possible, his smirk betraying the seriousness of his words. 

“You will hump your lady later as a reward,” the Irishman added, and with a loud slap on the youngest's back, he and Sihtric turned and walked away from you. 

With a hint of embarrassment in the air, you tried to compose yourself by arranging your clothes and combing your hair into more tidy braids, and with a soft brush you told Osferth that everything was fine and that you were enjoying these little moments together. 

Gathering your things, you quickly rejoined your group and resumed your exploration of Rumcofa's surroundings, riding tirelessly until the orange sun disappeared behind the mountains. And as Finan said, your love and affection was the reward Osferth received after a long day, ignoring the guilt of his faith that whispered in his head as your naked bodies joined as one. 

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[anjelicawrites]

Could you PLEASEEEEEEE write Osferth X professor!reader with religious kink and corruption if not that’s okay ily

Hi nonnie! Your lovely ask evolved into a full fledged fanfic! I hope you'll enjoy it!!!

Warning: religious kink, corruption, self-harm, whipping, description of self-inflicted wounds, a dash of obsession, p in v sex, sex in a church, overstimulation.

You can't sleep.

The pouring rain should lull you into slumber, yet you have been tossing and turning in bed ever since you closed your eyes; you know why you're so restless, and have been for months, desperate to ignore the root of your issues, until even your dreams aren't a safe refuge anymore.

NSFW and 18+ only please!

With a huff you leave the warmth of your bed and throw your dressing gown over your night gown. You ignore the Loeb volume on your desk, deciding to head out, your mind is nowhere near translating archaic Greek.

When you were hired by the Catholic University you still work at, you were a bit anxious at having to live on campus, in the small apartment your employer rent you at a ridiculously low price, compared to the city. You were afraid that you wouldn't be able to have friends over and to have to live like the monks and priest working and studying here, and not like a layperson. You heart had soared when you saw that the building was dedicated to the laypeople personnel of the University, although still connected to the maze of ancient corridors and tunnels that formed the veining of the University town.

It comes handy now that you want to go to the small Chapel built at furthest corner of the north border of the grounds.

You're not a religious person. You don't consider yourself to be an atheist, simply someone open to a spirituality that encompasses all organized religions. When you go to the Chapel, your goal is to help your mind slow down and focus, not because you want to pray.

Tonight, more than any other time in your life, you need to reach that part of your inner self that's calm, collected. And not in the throes of a passion that's forbidden, not only one sided.

You walk as close as possible to the ancient walls, the storm is so violent that the rain is pouring through the columns of the portico, wetting the part of the flooring that's the closest to the inner garden.

Trembling, the cold being so biting not even your flannel nightgown, nor the thick dressing gown protect you fully from it, you reach the side entrance of the Chapel, the one that opens to the right side of the altar.

You stand, rooted under the old lintel, like a salt statue, like Lot's wife during the fall of Sodom, your eyes drawn to the kneeling figure of the man that's haunting your dreams.

The lights are off, only the votive candles on both sides of the nave barely illuminate the, otherwise, pitch black Chapel.

In the darkness you can't see what he's doing, only when lightning explodes outside, you realize he's not praying, no, he's whipping himself, blood pouring down his long back and splattering on the stone floor when he lifts the scourge to hurt himself again.

Over the squelching sound of leather against flesh, over the rain pattering the stained-glass windows, you now hear his voice, broken by moans of pain, reciting prayers after prayers, begging his God to forgive him.

You don't know for how long you stood there, watching him hurting himself, the horror and the surprise rooting your feet to the ground, choking your voice.

"Osferth!"

He looks like he's a the end of his tether, his torso falling forward inch by inch with each lashing he's giving himself.

Your eyes, having adjusted to the dim lights of the candles, now see the rivulets of sweat traveling down the naked skin of his front, mixing with the blood pouring from his open wounds, ending where he's bunched the upper part of his cassock around his slim waist.

He can't focus his sight on the blurry image emerging from the shadows, sweat and tears blind him, so is the hunger clenching his stomach painfully: he's been starving himself to punish both his traitorous mind and body, now he feels so weak he can barely keep himself upright, the pain of his torn flesh stabbing him with every breath he takes.

His strength abandons him, he almost faints with his head against your shoulder. When he feels the soft material of your dressing gown, he starts crying, inconsolable, like a lost child.

For the longest moment he doesn't recognize you, the white of your nightgown and azure of the dressing gown deceive his tired mind: all he sees his the statue of the Virgin Mary advancing towards him, her arms open for a sinner like himself, her smile serene as she looks at him with a Mother's love.

He only realizes his mistake when your soft palm caresses his cheek.

It's not the Heavenly Mother who's come to his rescue, you were simply standing in front of the statue.

You don't know what to do, you're afraid of hugging him, only to hurt his mangled back. You didn't expect the object of your dreams and sinful desires to be in the Chapel with the sole goal of obtaining forgiveness, for what sins? You're the one who has been having those all too real dreams, where he would come to your office, and not to clarify any doubts one of your lessons might have left him with.

What sins has this pure soul committed, that warranted such harsh punishment?

Your hands shake violently when you put one on his side, and the other in the sweaty mess of his hair. You're unsure of what you've walked upon and want to calm his desperate wailing, scared he might truly faint, or worse.

Gently you caress his hair while you call his name, slowly helping him back into himself, ordering him to breathe slowly, following the even movements of your chest. Whatever this is, it is your duty as his professor to help him solve his issues: you can't abandon him.

Against yours, his body still shakes with torment and affliction, yet he manages to lift his head to look at you with the saddest eyes you've ever seen.

"I can't live like this anymore." He says with a broken voice. "I can't."

His hands, the very hands you fantasized about in the wee hours of the night, grab your shoulders with desperation, forcing a wail out of your lips.

This is the moment when you understand that you haven't been alone in your impure thoughts.

You never wanted to, consciously, tempt him, yet you would always open as many buttons of your blouse as you could, when you knew you'd be teaching his class. You would wear the tightest slack the dress regulations of the University allowed you to and you would get in Osferth's personal space more than you would any other student, whenever he stayed after class to ask you questions.

You wanted him, though.

From the moment the monk had walked in your advanced Classic literature course, you had felt the know of desire tighten in your belly. You had wailed his name with your hand between your legs, only to force yourself to ignore your actions as soon as you reached your orgasm. You had tried to gauge the shape of his lean body, under the bulky cassock he would always wear, only to chastise yourself afterwards.

As bad as you knew your desires were, you never truly tried to stop them, you simply hid them under the rug, in the vain hope they would die there. And never stopped tempting him.

Even with the bleeding man in your arms, a part of yourself hopes he would reciprocate. Even with the proof of the pain you've cause him, you can't help yourself but needing him like you need air.

"Shh, Osferth. Shh." You murmur, your forehead against his. "Shh. All is well. Shh."

His lets his head slide down the curve of your shoulder, where he can smell you, until his heart stops beating madly in his chest.

With your head still stroking his hair and tonsure, you tell him you need to get the first aid kit in the small room behind the altar.

In your arms, Osferth wails in distress again, until you promise him you'll come back in five minutes, you simply need the time to grab the box standing under the defibrillator.

You help Osferth lay on his front on the soft fleece of your dressing gown, then you rush to the office, almost falling in your haste.

When you come back you can't see him breathing. Scared you kneel by his side and pull his unresponsive body on your folded legs, your haste movements jostle his body painfully, causing Osferth to wail in your embrace.

Even though the Chapel is rarely used, the University had to install a first aid response point, due to the fact that the University grounds are enormous: if someone were to need first aid help, the closest, used, building, would still be too far away.

As you grab the heavy box, you thank the regulations of the University: you're not sure Osferth is any shape to walk anywhere. On top of that, the storm is still raging outside; with those open wounds on his back, he wouldn't be able to wear anything to shield himself from the biting cold.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You tell him, your voice high pitched. "I'm so sorry, Osferth!"

What are you sorry for? Your desires? Having elicit his own fantasies? The raw wounds marring his skin? For causing even more torment just now?

With a groan Osferth turns his head, open eye focused on the shadows hiding your beautiful face.

"Don't leave me, please!" He begs, feeling fresh tears welling in his eyes. "Don't abandon me!"

The way you two are positioned puts the statue of the Virgin Mary in his line of sight, since you're partially covering it with your torso. You wonder if he's talking to you, or to Her.

"You need to lay on the gown again. Your wounds need to be disinfected." You murmur. "I'm not going anywhere."

With what little strength he has left, Osferth moves his body off your legs and on the soft fleece. On purpose he turns his head, knowing fully that he can't face you, and the Holy Mother behind you.

Even on Sacred ground, even after praying desperately, starving himself and flogging his traitorous body, all his thoughts towards you are sinful: he doesn't see the fear and affliction in your eyes, your worry for his health, all he can focus are your breasts and the nipples poking against the material of your nightgown. Your touch, albeit gentle, inflames his loins anew, as if the pain each breath brings him doesn't exist. He doesn't truly hear your words, he only knows he wants to kiss you until your taste is all he can feel.

His wounds look horrific: there isn't an inch of his back that's not torn, raw skin; he has managed to strip the outer layer, and kept going until he had bled.

He winches when you start cleaning his back, begging him for forgiveness with every pass of the sterile gauze, until you can start applying layers and layers of antiseptic cream and plaster, covering the wide expanse of his ruined back.

Once you're done, you can't make yourself lift your hands from the dressing; even under those circumstances, you want to feel him.

"Why did you do this to yourself?"

You know the answer: the same malady plaguing your mind has invaded his yet, in the dazed state you're in, you want to hear the confession spilling from his lips.

Heartbeats as long as centuries pass, before Osferth finds the strength, and the courage, to lift his abused body to kneel in front of you. Only then he looks at you with haunted eyes.

"Because I am a sinner. Every breathe I take, every thought coursing through my brain makes me one. I think about you during every waking hour. You come in my dreams, taking my willpower away from me. I no longer want to live for my vocation, I want to live for you."

"When I pray, it's you I see behind my closed eyes." He barks, forcing your body closer to his. "I can't study, I can't focus on anything but the lust I feel. I keep wondering about your taste, the texture of your skin. How you'd sound under me. Even when I was punishing my flesh, all I could think about was you."

His voice raises with every words he says, until he's feverishly screaming in the silent Chapel.

Before you can answer, his hands grab your shoulders again in a painfully tight grip that surprises you.

On instinct you put your hands on his naked chest, unsure if you want to push him away or drag him closer to you.

"Osferth..."

His warmth liquefies your strength and stuns any good purpose you might have.

"I can't live like this anymore." His voice has taken a begging note, his hands shake your body. "I can't free myself if you don't tell me you don't want me. Please, I can't..."

Osferth bends his head again, overwhelmed with tears and shame.

You weren't acting as yourself, you will repeat in front of the mirror in the morning, you didn't know what you were doing, you'll lie to yourself, waiting for night, and him, to come.

All his life he had desired the safe haven of the monastery. To leave the world behind and follow his Calling.

Or so he thought.

With you so close, supple skin and enticing smell, he doesn't know what it's right and what is wrong anymore, what he truly wants for his life.

Possessed his hands strip the flannel off your body, until he frees your breasts, his hands cupping the warm skin as he sighs in the kiss.

You are absolutely aware of your actions. Of cupping Osferth's tear streaked cheek with your hand, until you could stare in his eyes.

When you slant your lips on his, you know you have opened the gates for a flood neither of you will ever be able to control.

You link your hands behind his nape, pulling him over you, the dressing gown your only protection against the unforgiving stones of the nave.

His kiss is hurried and inexperienced, so are his hands on your body, pinching, touching, caressing every inch of skin he can find.

When his fingers meet the wetness between your legs, he stares at you, surprised.

"Osferth, please!" You beg, lifting your hips to bunch the flannel around your waist. "I need you."

He's on you again, kissing and biting, scratching as if possessed.

Hungry you help him remove the cassock and boxer briefs, until he's naked, and hard.

You don't know if this is his first time, it doesn't matter when he breaches you with a shout, and keeps pushing and pushing, deaf to the sounds of pain and pleasure that spill from your lips: all he can focus now is your warmth, and the way your muscles pull him in, mercilessly, until his hips are flush against yours.

"I... I... Oh God!" He screams when your hand curls around his massive erection to stroke the fluids weeping from his head, all over his hardness.

"Now, Osferth! Now!"

Only then he stops moving and pulls his torso up to look at you.

In the half - light he can see the blessed out expression on your face and the way your breasts heave with every breathe you take. You're so beautiful this can't be sin.

Hastily you plant your feet on the ground and grab his buttocks, pushing upwards against his body, fucking yourself on his cock until he lets his weight be carried by his forearams.

You scream when he pounds recklessly inside of you.

He fucks you like an animal, no finesse, no technique, his cock rams against your walls, opens you up with squelching sounds when your wetness starts dripping from your hole.

You can't match his hunger and let him sweep you away, your legs curling around his trim waist, nails puncturing the meat of his ass.

Blindly he fucks against your G spot until you arch and come under him.

He doesn't stop.

The tighter you curl around him, the faster he goes. He brutalizes your insides, he bites the soft skin of your neck to snuff his own moans of pleasure, the pain of his back forgotten.

On instinct he pulls out and turns you around, only to enter you again, marveling at how deeper he can reach now.

He's possessed by lust you, under him, can only grab the fleece and scream your orgasm, unable to even beg for mercy.

You're a trembling mess under him, your combined honeys drip from your hole and have formed a white ring around his base; inside of you, he's still hard.

Relentless he fucks your hole, your muscles pull and curl around him, his balls, impossibly full, slap against your naked skin. He grinds against your cervix when you whine in pain and tightens his hold on your hips when you come around him.

He can't stop.

His erection is pure torture. His brain is screaming that he needs to come, he stubbornly tries to push his own end away: he doesn't want the coupling to stop, he doesn't want to leave the sanctity of your wet cunt, even now that you're begging and crying, he can't stop, not when you come again and curl impossibly tight around him.

Desperate for a sliver of control, he pulls out and turns you on your back.

You're so beautiful with your teary eyes and weeping pussy, the skin of your breasts marked by the stones under your entwined bodies: you are the image of lust and desire, with your lips bitten raw and your splayed legs.

Unconsciously his cock strains for your hole, for its warmth and hunger; he chokes on his own saliva when he sees the way your cunt clenches, still needy for him.

You're so sore, oh God so sore! No one had ever given you such a pounding, you're sure you'll not be able to walk tomorrow.

You don't deny him when he enters you again, moaning, his head whipping back to expose the cords of his neck, your hole so wet he bottoms out easily.

Mesmerized he stares at the junction of your bodies: how will he be able to live without this? Without your warmth?

He lays on you, his weight partially carried by his forearms, his pubic bone delicious against your pearl.

Your words unleash his lust again. Like a man possessed he fucks you, barely leaving your hole, grinding against your body, reveling in the way you moan and whine, your hole clenching tighter and tighter, the pressure mounting at the base of his spine until he comes, copious in your pussy and you follow him, blinded by the strength of your orgasm.

"Osferth, I can't..."

"Please!"

"Come with me, Osferth! Please!"

He's still laying on you as his cock softens in your hole. He almost purrs when he feels your hand caress the solid muscles of his arse; no, this isn't sinning, not when it's you.

Dazed you two help one another with your clothes, his hands and yours tremble, your eyes don't meet. That's why you notice the cilice sitting on the first pew.

With shaking fingers you take it in your hands, finally staring at him.

His hands are so big, yet careful to remove the vile instrument from your grasp.

"Were you going to wear this?" Your voice shakes with pity and fear.

"Not anymore."

"Do you regret..." Your hands gesture to the floor. "This? The Dean can have my resignation letter first thing in the morning."

Before you can start to fear his response, he grabs your arms again, shaking you.

"No! Never!" He shows the cilice right in front of your face. "Wearing this for the rest of my life would hurt less than not being with you again! Flogging myself until no skin remains would hurt less! I don't want this to be a once only!"

The vehemence of his words, the desperation you can see in his eyes, they both surprise you, so is the fact that he is confessing all of this on Sacred Ground: you thought his calling was the only thing that mattered to him, that he would deem your coupling a mistake.

Despite the weariness he feels in his body and the pain now biting his back, he stands to his full height, grabbing your hands with his own to help you on your feet.

"I can't fathom not having you inside of me again and again, Osferth."

"I'll never leave you."

Outside the storms still rages, as if the Heavens are screaming at the sins you two are committing by promising absolute faith to one another in front of the Altar, a blasphemous matrimony.

"I am yours, and you are mine." He says with a firm voice. "That is the only important thing."

"Yes." You cup his cheek. "I'm yours and yours only."

It doesn't matter. Nothing matters but you two and the bond now binding your souls.

No one will ever separate you two.

No one.

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[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.

[the-heir-of-salazar]

He should have knew

He was the sunshine of Winchester.

If only he knew it, he wouldn't have underestimated himself. Because it was him who illuminated the street by his simple presence. You saw him once, and even children seemed to be agreed.

He was a little sunshine.

Who cared about everyone. Even with his sister, a Queen now. You knew him while they just met, they were always so sweet with each other.

He talked a lot with you, he was nice.

So nice, he should have seen, but he didn't.

So you did for him.

Their sunshine.

Both in the worst and in the best times. he was a shadow, a silent guardian angel, watching over everyone.

Your sunshine.

He loved you so much, and his friends knew.

You loved him so much, it was si difficult to say goodbye. So you helped him without him knowing. When they traveled, you gave a part of your provision.

He was one of the most important and the brightest person you all have ever met.

You didn't know it was almost the end of this chapter.

[pyschosoda]

I’m not sure how active this fandom is but would anyone read an Osferth x OC/reader fanfic? (I’d most likely try to make it into a series but i’m not sure yet)

PLEASE COMMENT IF YOU’D BE INTERESTED 😭😭😭

[lionneee]

Sweet Osferth

English is not my first language, please be kind.

Osferth x found!reader

•Warnings: piv•

“So we’ll reach the village in the morning, eh?” Finan laughed, the ale still running in his body.

“Yes, so we can bring her back home.” Uhtred said as she looked back at the tent where you were sleeping. “I don’t know what came through her head. She’s lucky we found her. Wandering through the woods at night…” Uhtred sighed and shook her head.

“Osferth! Oh, Lord —“ You moaned as you clenched your hands around the furs beneath you, your face red and hot, your core aching as Osferth kept pounding mercilessly inside you from behind.

“She’s fine. She’s safe now.” Sihtric said. “And she’s kinda funny. We talked during the day.”

Osferth looked down at his soup as his friends talked.

“I’m happy she’s bringing us to a village.” Finan said with a big smile. “Women, and ale!”

“And prayers.” Osferth said, smiling shyly.

“Maybe you’ll finally hump some girl, eh Osferth?” Finan laughed loudly as Osferth's cheeks burned at his words.

“Come on, Finan…” He scoffed as he looked away.

“What? Maybe you’ll learn something! How to properly satisfy a woman!” Finan laughed, followed by Sihtric. Uhtred simply smirked and looked at Osferth, amused by his embarrassment.

Osferth slipped a hand between their bodies, quickly finding her bud, flickering his fingers against it, making you arch your back. He was panting loudly, he let out low hums of pleasure and shy moans.

“Oh — Osferth — N-not there-“ You panted as you whined. For a baby monk, Osferth knew perfectly how to play with your body, he had made you come already two times with a surprising ease.

“No -“ He said. “I know this is the place.” He kept moving his fingers against your clit. “I know this is good -“

“I would know how to please a woman.” Osferth mumbled, making Uhtred laugh out loud as Finan made a strange face. 

“Do you?” Uhtred asked curiously. 

“We… we study the human body as we train-“

“Trained? You get trained to pray?” Sihtric looked at Osferth, surprised and amused.

“You’re being too loud.” He panted. “They’re gonna hear us.” 

“O-Osferth, I can’t — Ah!” Osferth quickly moved forward and covered your mouth before you would almost scream in pleasure. Osferth let out a low moan in your ear, pulling back quickly and grabbing your arm to make you turn.

“I- I am- Coming —“ He panted heavily as he wrapped his hand around his cock.

You sat in your haunches as Osferth kneeled in front of you, pumping his cock quickly until he let out another low moan, his body shuddering as his hips jerked forward, springs of white cum painting your skin and breasts.

Osferth rolled his eyes and got up, putting down his bowl of soup.

“I’ll go rest.” He said as he walked away from the fire.

Finan and Osferth looked at each other with a smirk.

“So it looks like his studies were indeed useful.” Uhtred said, noticing his companions’ smirks.

“Yeah, we all heard them last night.” Sihtric laughed. “Maybe you’ll ask him for some advice, eh Finan?”

They all laughed soundly.

“The baby monk is not a virgin anymore.” Finan laughed before taking a sip of his ale.

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[alexagirlie]

Bathhouse Rewards

A/N: uh I hope everyone can go to church (or your equivalent) after reading this :D a labour of love. a mess of self indulgent filth.

To everyone I promised 2 parts... sorry! I wrote it one single longshot instead, my WIP is breeding again... hope you enjoy it!

Moodboard by me, divider by @zaldritzosrose

Fandom: The Last Kingdom

Pairing: Reader x Finan x Osferth x Sihtric x Uhtred

Rating: E, definitely E

Words: 5k on the dot

Content Warnings: smut. filthy filthy smut. poly relationships. nudity. vaginal fingering. vaginal sex. oral sex (f receiving). multiple orgasms. masturbating/hand job (m/m). rimming. anal sex (f receiving). touch of rough sex. double penetration. cum eating. frottage (m/m). implied voyeurism. implied exhibitionism. coccham squad being their charming selves and reader is down to fuck.

taglist (pls ask to be added or removed): @foxyanon @gemini-mama @thenameswinter99 @legitalicat

It had been a hard fight but the battle was won and you traveled with your Lord, Uhtred, and a small company of his most trusted men. You rode at the back of the group, trailing behind Uhtred, Finan, Sihtric and Osferth. You traveled not back to Coccham, the village you all called home, but to Wintanchester, to report the results of Uhtred's latest victory to King Alfred. 

You arrived in Wintanchester just as the sun was setting and the fading light blanketed the sprawling city. Wintanchester was prospering, in no small part thanks to the efforts of your Lord and his warriors, and the town boasted the best Inns and amenities one could possibly ask for.

One such amenity was the newly constructed public bathhouse, fashioned after the style of baths the Romans of old had once used and was hugely popular amongst nobles and peasants alike. It was made of many rooms filled with great sunken pools built of smooth stone blocks and filled to the brim with an endless supply of simmering hot water, scented sweet and alluring. 

It was these very baths that the men you accompanied wouldn't stop talking about as they entered Wintanchester. Luckily the recent victory made Uhtred generous and he offered to pay for a private room at the bathhouse as a reward for a battle well fought.

“I must report to Alfred first but we have earned this reward.” He declared as he turned his horse towards Alfred's keep. He tossed a small leather pouch in Finan's direction, the Irishman deftly catching it. “For the Inn and the bathhouse. I will join you soon.”

You had just broken away from the group, urging your horse towards your preferred stable outside your favourite inn when Uhtred's voice called your attention back to him.

“Feel free to join us!” He called out, humour clear in his voice, “if you can stomach the stink on this lot.” 

His words were met with rolled eyes and laughter from his assembled men, clearly meant to be a jest but the idea stuck with you as you got your horse settled and fed and saw to your bed for the night.

Why not take Uhtred up on his offer? Why not offer yourself to them and see what the fates had planned for you?

All four of the men had been subtly trying to court you for weeks, assisting you with chores around Coccham, leaving you small but thoughtful gifts. Must you choose? Each man had their own appeal, with no clear winner in your heart.

Osferth was such a sweet and caring soul, who never failed to inspire you with his bravery on the field even though it was obvious that fighting was not in his nature. He was an incredibly open-minded young man, who never judged others, he treated them all with compassion whether Saxon or Dane, Christian or Pagan.

Sihtric seemed rough on the outside but his loyalty was unmatched to any other who served under Uhtred's command. Almost loyal to a fault but that was something you greatly admired about him, his willingness to do whatever was requested of him, no matter how unpleasant the task was.

Finan was the most level headed of the group, a trait which made him a fearsome warrior and a highly capable commander of Uhtred's houseguard. He was incredibly protective of those that had earned his regard and in recent months that had extended to you. You would forever be grateful to have him at your back, on or off the battlefield.

Uhtred was bold, some might even go so far as to say rash but his battle cunning had led to many victories in service to Wessex and Alfred and that made him a Lord many wished to follow. He was generous and always shared the spoils of his battles with his men and with the villagers under his care in Coccham. 

Each man could offer you something different and fulfilling but you wanted to be greedy, you didn't want to choose. You wanted them all, and why not? They were an exceptionally close group of warriors, loyal to each other and closer than brothers. Surely they would be capable of sharing you?

Decision made you left your saddlebag, your weapons and your armour in your rented room and left the Inn to find the bathhouse. You arrived in time to watch as  Finan paid the attendant for their stay and he, Osferth and Sihtric were led out of sight towards one of the private rooms. You waited in the shadows for nearly a full candle mark until Uhtred arrived, his business with Alfred concluded. 

You followed Uhtred, easily slipping past the attendant and sneaking down the hallway toward the room your men were in. You tried not to stare as Uhtred removed his tunic and trousers, revealing the muscular warrior's body hidden underneath, the only bit of softness on him the curve of his arse and the soft length of his cock hanging between his thighs. 

The thought of that cock stretching you open made your breath hitch in your throat and already you could feel the wetness between your legs. You forced yourself to turn away as your Lord walked out of sight, and you could hear the muffled sound of splashing and low voices coming from the private room. 

Your face was burning as you took several steadying breaths to try and calm your racing heart. Your stomach was fluttering, nerves and good sense warring with your decision, trying to convince you that this was a terrible idea, that they would reject you or pass it off as a jest and laugh you out of the room. 

Or worse. That when presented with your nude body they would be completely unmoved. Their actions over the recent weeks not courting attempts like you had assumed but simple friendly assistance to another warrior and friend and they didn't desire you at all.

You took another fortifying breath and pushed your worries from your mind. You had not misinterpreted their intentions or the look in their eyes when you caught them staring. The heat, the desire. You were doing this. 

You disrobed as quickly as you could and wrapped yourself in one of the provided towels, at least if this didn't go completely according to plan you wouldn't be completely bare. You steeled your resolve and entered the room. 

It took a moment for them to notice your presence and you can admit to yourself that you enjoyed how they were all shocked into silence at your appearance. You gave them a moment to speak as you walked closer to the edge of the bath but none of the men did more than just watch so you were forced to finally break the silence. 

“Thought I would take you up on your offer Lord, if it still stands?”

You see the struck dumb expression on Uhtred's face and a quick glance down showed that at least one part of the Lord did not mind you interrupting them as you get your first real glimpse of his cock. You had seen each of the men partially nude before, tending wounds and washing in the river after a battle, but never like this, never hard and aching for you. The Lord was quick to sit back in the water, hiding his arousal from you while gesturing for you to take a seat.

You bit back a grin as you stepped into the warm water. You leave your towel wrapped around you until you are fully submerged and only then did you bare yourself completely, fighting the rising heat in your face as they all watched you with darkened eyes. The water obscures some of your form but not all and it was obvious how they drank you in. 

“Well the way you all talked about this place I just had to try it out for myself. I deserve to be rewarded too.” You smiled cautiously, “and there are none I would rather share it with.”

You see the men share a look with each other, silently communicating, trying to uncover the truth and meaning behind your words. 

Finan gave voice to their thoughts, “A lady bathing alone with a group of renowned warriors … people might think you are looking to get humped.”

You gather every ounce of your self confidence and send the Irish warrior a flirtatious look. “Perhaps that is exactly what I am hoping will happen.”

You watch as your words sank in, as your meaning became clear and you know they understood perfectly when Uhtred suddenly stood and stalked towards you until he towering over you. You would have been intimidated but it was hard to be when you had seen this man so drunk he couldn't walk, and the fact that the sight of his hard cock made your mouth water.

“Well then as your Lord I demand first rights.” Uhtred managed to look a Lord in that moment as well, nude, cock rising from between his thighs, but the confidence exuding from the man could only come from nobility. 

Finan snorted and leaned back on the stone ledge, his arms spread out on either side of him, the muscles in his shoulders and chest flexing with the action.

“Maybe she wants a proper cock first, not that small thing you boast between your legs.” He teased, the humour clear in his voice and Uhtred playfully splashed the other man and made a jibe back about showing Finan a proper cock.

You look at the other two men present, trying to gauge their reaction to your words.

You look to Osferth first and the poor baby monk was as red as a tomato, the stain spreading over his face and even his ears were pink! He had trouble meeting your eyes but he flashed you a bashful smile below looking away again. He would be so sweet when you got to him.

Sihtric, you noticed, couldn't take his eyes off you, but he sweetly kept those eyes on your face, not on other parts of you a man might reasonably be distracted by. He had a look of mild concern on his face. 

When he saw you looking, he opened his mouth to ask another, important question “Are you sure that is what you want?”

He looked reassured when you nodded.

“I know what to expect.” You answered him with a sly look. You licked your lips before asking with a cheeky grin “How would you have worked off the energy if I did not join you?” 

It was a rhetorical question, You were both aware that you knew the answer of course, having seen Sihtric sneak into both Osferth’s and Finan's tents before or Finan slipping into Uhtreds. Had heard the sounds coming from those same tents afterward. You had even crossed paths with Sihtric after one such encounter, the disheveled state of his hair and clothing and the love marks on his neck evidence enough to confirm your suspensions. 

It was not unusual for warriors to lie with each other on the road or before battle after all and you didn't mind the idea of it. In fact you had often found yourself wondering what they would look like together, their battle hardened bodies bare and tangled together. The thought had helped you find pleasure in the dead of night, when all you had was the touch of your own hands and your imagination.

You hoped you would have the chance to learn the reality of it that night. To see if they worked as well together, here, as they did on the battlefield.

“Now,” you held a hand out toward Uhtred. “Let the Lord have his fun, Finan.”

You thought you would feel self conscious,  being kissed while another, or several others, watched. Your previous relations had always been behind closed doors or hidden away in a tent, never with an audience, but as Uhtred's lips met yours all worries were swept away. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tight to his chest as your arms clung to his shoulders. He was so warm and you burrowed in even closer.

You felt Uhtred's tongue against your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you immediately granted. You moaned as his hands found their way into your hair, fingers threading through the braids, and he tilted your head to give the kiss the best angle. You opened your mouth wider and his tongue tangled together with yours. Uhtred was a good kisser, thorough and demanding and you soon found your knees weak as he stole the very breath from your lungs. 

You ran your hands down his body, fingers mapping out each dip and curve, learning the strength contained within. 

Uhtred returned the favour, his hands moving out of your hair and traveling down your body, learning you just as you learned him. His hands settled just below your arse, gripping tight and the flexing of his upper body the only warning you got before he lifted you clear out of the water, mouths never separating. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his hard cock trapped between you, and your core throbbed at the hot press of it against your most intimate place. You wanted it in you so badly.

Uhtred sat on the bench which lined the perimeter of the bath and settled you into his lap. The action sliding his cock against the front of your body, his length wet with a combination of your slick and his own weeping head. He slid his hands over your body, traveling up your sides, brushing against the swell of your breasts before roaming back down. 

You felt like a goddess, like Freyja made flesh and these men were here to worship you.

You were so wet for him already, for them, that when one of Uhtred's hands slipped between the press of your bodies and he worked his fingers between your thighs, they quickly became wet and slippery. The matching moans you let out as they slid between your folds, barely paying attention to your nub, barely a touch, a tease, then finding your aching core. You raised up on your knees to give him more room and he pressed two inside. You were so ready that they slid in with no resistance and you rocking down against his hand, taking them in deeper. 

You throw your head back as he twisted his fingers inside you, gasping and shuddering as he worked the two, then three into the tight grip of your body. The palm of his hands was pressed against your mound, providing the perfect pressure against your throbbing nub and already you felt the familiar heat growing in your belly. 

It had been a long time since you had last been with a man, your body responding more desperately than you were used to and all it took for you to come wailing was Uhtred's lips wrapping around one hardened nipple and sucking. 

Your voice quivered and echoed through the room, growing in volume as your Lord drew the pleasure out until you were forced to shove him away. Your inner walls were still pulsing as Uhtred pulled his fingers free and the heat was back in your face at the sight of them glistening with the evidence of your release. 

He licked them clean with a few swipes of his tongue and he moaned lowly before giving you a wink. “That was fast.”

You smacked his chest weakly at the comment. 

“Do not look so pleased with yourself Lord Uhtred,” you warned playfully, trying to hide the embarrassment running through you, ‘I haven't had a man since before joining you lot. You've scared away all other suitors.”

You pouted as Uhtred shared an amused look with the other men, a soft chuckled you recognized as Sihtric coming from behind you.

You felt a presence at your back, a wall of heat, then a familiar voice, Irish accent made even thicker with what you assumed was arousal “Apologies, we wanted you for ourselves. Couldn’t risk anyone else stealing you away.”

You lean back in Uhtred hold, your back pressed against Finan’s broad, muscled chest and felt the scrape of beard on your neck as he laid gentle kisses on your skin. His hands settled on your hips and he guided you to raise up higher as Uhtred got a hand between your bodies to line his cock up with your cunt. 

“Ready?” Uhtred asked, his piercing blues eyes meeting yours as he waited for you to nod your consent.

The sound that escaped you as you sank down on Uhtred's cock was barely a sigh, it was breathy and waivered but was filled with so much pleasure as your walls were stretched wide around his girth. 

It really had been to long since you've been humped good and proper and as you adjust and Uhtred started to fuck you in earnest you let yourself get lost in the feeling. The pleasant burn of his cock stretching you open and filling you to the hilt. The pace he set as he thrust up into you as two pairs of hands guide the rocking of your hips. 

You felt amazing being held between these two men, Uhtred playing with your breasts, cupping them firmly and his tongue paying special attention to your perk nipples before sucking them into his mouth. Finan at your back, running his hands over your body and down to rub teasing circles around your nub. It didn't take much to build you back up to the edge of another, mind shattering orgasm. A nip of Uhtred's teeth and one last clever application of Finan's fingers and you were crying out in overwhelming pleasure as you shook through your release.

You barely noticed as Uhtred pulled his cock out, slumped bonelessly against Finan's chest, and stroked himself until he spent, his seed spilling over his fingers and disappearing into the water.

You were roused from your stupor when you heard moaning coming from the other side of the bath and you looked over to see Sihtric and Osferth. They were sitting shoulder to shoulder and Osferth's head was tipped back, his eyes hooded and dark with arousal as they watched you being ravished, cheeks now red.

Sihtric’s hands were under the water, the shifting muscle of his shoulder and the blurry shadow of his arms moving told you he had both his own and Osferth's cock in hand and was stroking leisurely. 

You sighed, moved by the sight and you considered going to one of them next when Finan took the decision right out of your hands. He forced your attention back on him as he hefted you out of Uhtred's lap and you couldn't stop the squeal you let out at the unexpected action. He carried you to the edge of the bath so he could bend you over the warm stones. 

“Ready for a real cock?” he asked as he leaned over your back, gently moving one of your braids out of your face.

You laughed at the Irishman's confident attitude but the sound pittered out into a desperate moan as he slid his hard cock between your folds and the head bumped up against your nub sending a jolt of heat up your spine. 

You were swollen and a little sore already but you wanted him inside you just as desperately as you had wanted Uhtred. You arched your back and pressed your heated cheek to the stones.

“Please” you begged, looking up at the Irishman from the corner of your eye  “Please.”

The feeling of him sliding into you took your breath away, the feeling of his huge cock spearing you open made your legs tremble and tears of pleasure fill your eyes and you moaned brokenly as he bottomed out. His hips pressed flush to your arse as he let you adjust. He was bigger then Uhtred, much bigger and you needed a moment to catch your breath and relax enough for him to start fucking you, and fuck you he did. 

Finan was unrelenting, fucking you hard, making you feel each thrust as his large cock stretched you out and made you feel so full. He fucked you so hard that the edge of the stones tiles dug into the meat of your thighs and even that sharp sting felt so good and made you even wetter for him. 

He grabbed you by the hips, pulling your body back into each thrust at the perfect angle to slam against your most sensitive spot. The unrelented pounding, combined with the rough brush of the stone tiles against your sensitive nipples hurtling you towards another release.

You had never finished more than twice before so a third caught you completely by surprise. You thrashed against the stone, wailing as the pleasure crashed over you and left you quaking in its wake.

You barely noticed the splash of wet heat as Finan pulled out and finished across your lower back and the curve of your arse.

You laid there, limp and breathing hard, stunned by the strength of the orgasm you had just experienced. Briefly you wondered if you could actually handle all four men, but determination pushed the thought away. You wanted them all and so you would have them all. 

“Sihtric, help the lady get cleaned up.”

You gasped at the feeling of a wet tongue sliding across your skin, cleaning away the splatters of Finan's seed. 

He didn't stop there, his tongue wiggled its way between your folds and Sihtric moaned as your slick flooded his mouth. 

You gasped as that tongue moved up, between the cheeks of your arse and over your hole. You flinched, not sure if you liked the feeling or not.

Sihtric pulled away and nipped at the flesh of your hip. “Have you ever taken a man here before?” He asked, voice raspy and filled with arousal. His fingers teasing over your arse as you shook your head vehemently. You were far from a blushing maiden but you had never had a man take you in that way.

“Would you like to?”

His words stunned you into stillness. Would you? Why? You knew that when men lay together that was how it was done but why would you want to?

Sihtric seemed to be able to read your mind and he helped you to face him and he gathered you into his arms. He pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, soft and sweet, at odds with the depravity that the five of you were in the midst of. 

“I would like to share you with Osferth. Keep you between us as we both claim you and make you ours,” he explained, pressing another sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You still weren't sure and Sihtric held you tighter. “I promise it will feel good and if it doesn't we can stop.”

You looked up into his eyes, noting how dark they had turned with his arousal.

“Have you done it before?” You asked, “with a woman I mean.”

“I have,” he answered, no hesitation in his voice. “I've shared women with Osferth before, and with Finan.”

You looked over at Osferth, the shy baby monk giving you an encouraging smile as he waded a few steps closer to where you and Sihtric stood.

You thought it over carefully and the idea of being held between them was definitely an appealing one. Having both their hands on you, being filled with both their cocks, sharing something you had never shared with anyone else before. You felt warm and your cunt throbbed.

You nodded. 

Sihtric helped turn you back over onto your front so he could press lips and tongue to your arse again, getting you slick and ready to take them both. Once he deemed you ready, Sihtric rearranged you to his liking. 

He sat on the edge of the bath with his feet on the bench in the steaming water. He had your back to his chest and your legs spread wide with Osferth kneeling on the bench between them. They had your legs hooked over the crook of Sihtric’s elbows and they both helped balanced your weight as they lowered you onto Sihtric's cock. He wasn't as thick as Finan was but he was longer and the feeling of him filling your arse was strange. It didn't hurt, you were too relaxed from three orgasms and Sihtric's ministrations to get you ready but you weren't sure if you liked it. 

At least, not until Osferth brushed teasing fingers over your nub, the surprisingly confident touch sending heat to your core and you moaned as you started to relax. it finally started to feel good as the two men lifted and lowered you with ease between them. 

Sihtric fucked you a little faster, a little harder and Osferth slipped two fingers into your dripping cunt. They were long and nimble but stayed inside you only for a short while before he withdrew them so he could shift closer and pressed his cock inside you instead.

You were full to near bursting, the feeling overwhelming as they alternated thrusting inside of you. Your most sensitive spot being stimulated in a way you had never experienced before and you couldn't stop the way you went completely boneless between them, the way your lips fell open and the most lewd moans poured out. 

There was no way that the other patrons of the bathhouse couldn't hear the noises you were making but you didn't care. You didn't care about the rumours that would spread across the town, the dirty looks you would receive. All you cared about was how good it felt to finally be fucked by your men.

Your not sure how much time had past but both Sihtric and Osferth were fucking you harder and harder. Their rhythm faltered as they neared their peaks. Suddenly a truly lustful thought flooded your mind and you couldn't stop yourself from giving it voice.

“In me please!” You begged, loudly, “I want you to finish in me, both of you!”

Your words served to be the last push they needed and you moaned as your insides were flooded with heat. They filled you to the brim, seed dripping hotly from your used holes as they pulled their softening cocks from you and left a milky trail in the hot water.

You didn't peak again while pressed between them, too many sensations left you overstimulated but your cunt throbbed, and you debated reaching down to finish yourself when Sihtric moved you from his lap and settled you against the stone tiles once more. The stones felt cool on your heated flesh and you sighed as the Dane knelt on the bench at your feet and buried his face between your thighs. He lapped at you, ate at your cunt like he was starving for you. Like he hadn't just fucked you full of his seed, cleaning out the mess that both men had left behind.

He was focused on his task, focused on pushing you over into the abyss one last time and soon your legs were shaking and you were whining, breathless and desperate, so close. Two thick fingers slid into your aching cunt and his lips wrapped around your nub and it was over. Your thighs slammed shut around his head as you rode it out against his tongue, mouth open in a soundless scream as you thrashed in his hold. Your fingers clenched tightly in his hair, hard enough that your fingers ached.

Sihtric moaned against your cunt and just let you use him.

Finally you relaxed your legs from their vice grip around Sihtric's ears and you pushed his head away, pleasure giving way and the stimulation became too much. 

“Was that good lady?” Sihtric asked, a cocky grin on his face, his chin wet with the evidence of how much you had enjoyed yourself.

You laughed at his attitude but answered honestly all the same. “That was good, that was very good.”

You are distracted by the sound of splashing water and moaning. You looked over to see Uhtred and Finan locked in a passionate embrace against the opposite wall of the bath. Their hips grinding together, chasing release. They didn't seem to mind the audience, in fact when Uhtred noticed you watching he moaned even louder. 

It was over quickly and they stained each other with seed.

It was beautiful and you hoped that next time you could watch and proper enjoy the sight of your men fucking each other.

It was Osferth who helped you get cleaned up. The perfect gentleman as he ran a soapy cloth over your skin and washed away what remained of your activities. 

It took a long time for the strength to return to your limbs and the first thing you did was cup the baby monk's face between your palms and brought his mouth to yours. He let you control the kiss, the boldness you saw as he had fucked you given way to his more submissive and timid nature. You didn't mind, it was nice to press your tongue into his mouth and explore it leisurely. There was no heat, no lead up to something more.

You didn’t break apart until a cleared throat broke your daze and you saw Sihtric had brought a towel and your clothing which earned the Dane a bright smile that he returned.

Osferth helped you out of the water and dried you off, still the perfect gentleman in face of your nudity and helped you redress. 

You hissed as the rough fabric of your tunic scraped against your nipples, rubbed raw from mouths and the stone tiles.

“Next time we are doing this in a proper bed.”

[zaldritzosrose]

Forelsket (Osferth x Uhtred's Daughter!Reader)

"Forelsket (Norwegian), the feeling of falling in love."

Summary: Summary: You both knew it was a risk. You were Uhtred’s eldest daughter, his first daughter. He adored you and was more than a little protective. Osferth was, if he was forced to admit it, terrified of his Lord in that regard. So, your relationship remained a secret, you both found it impossible to not be drawn to the other. But it wasn’t as secret as you both believed.

CW: MINORS DNI, she/her pronouns, afab reader, the show timeline barely exists here, Uhtred being a doting but oblivious dad, Finan and Sihtric being smug shits, Osferth being a sweetheart, mentions of sex, p in v sex, (in river)dry humping, fingering, profanity, loss of virginity (m and f), outdoor sex, mentions of alchohol and gambling.

Words: 4873

Thank you to @thenameswinter99 for betaing this for me!

You could remember the day Osferth had come to your father, asking to fight at his side as his uncle, Leofric, had before he died. You had found him so sweet, even then. The look of fear on his face as he approached Uhtred, which quickly turned to embarrassment when his status as a bastard was outed. You still hated Aethelwold for that – something you made known quite often.

And when he turned up before you were set to leave Winchester after Lady Aetheflaed’s wedding? You barely hid the smile that tugged at your lips when you saw him there with his cloak and pack. Giving your father a look that dared him to say no to the young monk.

Watching him try, fail and try again to fight like a warrior. Desperate to be like his uncle, you could tell. It took three offers for him to accept your help, not because he didn’t want help from a woman, but because he didn’t want any help to begin with. It was only with your insistence that Osferth even gave in. It was nice to finally teach someone what Uhtred had taught you.

But that was months ago now. The both of you were close as ever now, to most you were no more than friends. Brought together by your shared youth. The pair of you would ride side by side, eat together, even fight back-to-back. There were few times of day you were ever separated.

You both thought the truth of your relationship was a well-kept secret, a mutual agreement until you had convinced Uhtred you were no longer a child and perfectly capable of not only caring for yourself but also to seek out romantic endeavours. You had argued to Osferth that if your father was going to accept anyone as your other half – it would be him. But while he knew you were probably right, the time just never seemed right.

So, you managed as you were. Quick glances at each over the fire, sneaking off when you could to simply spend time alone. Though Osferth would never allow himself further than heated kisses and intimate caresses.

Little did you both know; your secret wasn’t as hidden as you thought.

The journey back to Rumcofa had been tiring and every single one of them appreciated the next words that came out of Uhtred’s mouth.

“We will rest here for the night; we have all earned the rest.” Uhtred commanded, slowing the five of you down near a small clearing in some trees.

Sihtric made quick work of tugging packs and bedrolls from the horses while Finan volunteered himself to collect wood for a fire. Uhtred began unpacking the food that was left and handing it over to you. You didn’t mind cooking being your task, considering it meant you would stay close to your father – for his comfort more than yours. But more importantly, it meant you spent more time with Osferth.

The monk had well established himself as a good cook, his soups and stews being group favourites. You were more than happy to take a backseat and aid him where you could.

With Uhtred occupied, having wandered off to help Sihtric lay out bedrolls and build the fire in preparation for Finan’s return, you slid across the log you both sat on, brushing your shoulder and leg against Osferth’s.

You felt him freeze, almost dropping the knife he was cutting vegetables with.

“Careful…” he whispered, concentrating on the food before him.

But you could see him glancing up towards your father and Sihtric. He didn’t sound upset, just worried as he usually was when you tried to dance on the line of secrecy.

“My father is well occupied, Sihtric wouldn’t say a word to him if he saw,” you whispered back, seeing Osferth’s gaze now flick to you. That smile you loved so much finally tugging at his lips.

But he didn’t push you away, if anything he relaxed, his leg falling to the side and resting on yours. Seeing you sit close would barely be unusual, everywhere you were you both sat close beside each other. Be it an inn, a camp, or even a feast table.

The pair of you sat in silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence. Soon, Finan returned, and the fire was lit. All the stew was prepared and boiling. Everyone relaxed around the fire, you and Osferth taking it in turns to stir the food before serving. The others talked as they ate, but you and Osferth remained silent, stealing glances at each other and smiling.

Nothing would seem out of the ordinary to a stranger. Just two friends enjoying a meal. But if anyone were to take a closer look, they would see the affection that far surpassed friendship. Or the soft blush that would find Osferth’s cheeks when your hand brushed his as he handed you something. Or how you seemed to inch ever closer to him throughout the night.

And everyone but your father, had begun to take that closer look.

Morning soon came and you were woken by Uhtred calling out that he, Finan and Sihtric were going to bathe in a nearby river. You wondered why Osferth wasn’t included, but when you saw he remained asleep, you simply smiled and set about serving yourself leftover stew for breakfast.

You could hear your father and friends, so you knew they were not far, and while Osferth was asleep you took the chance to press a kiss to his cheek before heading down to the river. Finan and Sihtric were somewhere between brothers and uncles to you now, so seeing them and your father minus their shirts in the river wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

Simply for privacy, you would always bathe after them, which you appreciated. You sat at the bank, legs outstretched and staring into the distance when you heard the three men shouting something out. Something you soon realised was Osferth’s nickname…

“Baby monk! He lives!” Finan called out, opening his arms to both welcome Osferth and splash water nowhere near him.

You glanced up, seeing your monk in only his undershirt and trousers, his shoes and robe long discarded. Your eyes widened a little when you saw him tug the shirt over his head and you looked only at the ground when he began to untie his trousers. And you silently prayed no one else had noticed.

But when you looked up, you could see both Sihtric and Finan looking at you. Brows raised and annoying smirks on their faces.

Your cheeks felt hot, and you were sure the red flush could be seen. You kept your eyes trained down until you heard your name being called. Trying to block out whatever jokes were being sent your way, until your father called your name.

“When Osferth is done, you bathe, then we leave alright?” Uhtred called to you, and you nodded in response, not trusting your voice.

The three men passed you, Finan stopping to whisper to you.

“Might want to work on that blush, wee one,” he smirked, ruffling your hair as Sihtric laughed.

Thankfully, Uhtred seemed to still be entirely oblivious.

You remained on the bank, waiting until you knew you and Osferth were entirely alone before you even dared look up at him. His back was to you now, but you could see him splashing the water over his face and hair. You had never gone further than touching each other, hurried hands taking what pleasures you could whenever you were left alone.

But the sight of him, creamy skin damp and glistening, the muscles in his back more prevalent now he fought with a sword. You could barely stop the sigh, probably louder than it should have been, and the need to you cross your legs, seeking some friction to soothe the throbbing in your core.

Osferth turned around and looked up, hearing the sigh that fell from your lips, and he couldn’t help his smile when your eyes widened at the sight of him from the front. He wasn’t as well built as the others, he had yet to clock the years as a warrior for that. But he was long and lean, soft lines of muscle over his torso. If you were standing, you might have swooned – though you would never tell him that.

You barely noticed him leave the river, not until he appeared at your side. His shirt remained off, but his trousers were back on, he couldn’t have brought himself to bare himself quite that much to you…yet.

“You should get yourself bathed, otherwise your father will come looking,” Osferth said softly, noticing how your eyes still remained focused on his torso.

It was only his hand on your shoulder that pulled your thoughts back to reality. You closed your eyes, giving your head the slightest of shakes before you stood.

“Right, bathe…”

You knew if you didn’t move now, you would never move. You expected Osferth to leave, ever the gentleman and respecting your privacy. You walked down to the water, assuming he had walked off, tugging at your own shirt and trousers as you went. It wasn’t until you reached the water, that you realised he was still on the bank. He had even sat in your place.

Your back remained to him, discarding your clothes and quickly sinking below the water. If you had turned, you would have seen Osferth completely turned away as you stripped. The idea that he was watching made your whole body hot, your stomach twisting in both nerves and desire.

Only when you were submerged to your shoulders did you turn.

“Staying, Osferth?” you teased, trying to hide the slight quiver that seemed to creep into your voice.

It was Osferth’s turn to stare. He knew he should look away, but he couldn’t seem to. His eyes trailing to where the water rippled around you as you breathed, imagining what was hidden beneath. He was so focused there; he didn’t notice that you had swam closer to the bank.

“My father will not come look for me, and he will assume you are not nearby…you could join me?”

Osferth choked on his breath at your question. You wanted him to what…?

It wasn’t until you asked him again, did Osferth even try to answer. He couldn’t deny that he was tempted, the sinful thoughts in his mind right now would make even Finan blush. But he knew it was still risky. And you could see his hesitation. In an act of both mercy and the desire to have some alone time with him, you decided to find a compromise. You quickly leaned out to grab your shirt, slipping it over your head. Your body covered in a perfect opposite to Osferth’s.

“Now I am almost as covered as you, does that change your mind?”

Osferth knew you both might not get another moment alone before you reached Rumcofa. Plus, you were of the same mind as him, you would never push him further than he wished to go. He said nothing as he made his way down the bank, barely stopping as he slid into the water. He’d find a way to explain his wet clothing later.

“You’re a walking temptation, you know that?” he smiled, slipping his arms beneath the water to tug your body to his.

“Then let me tempt you…”

Your hands rested on his chest, taking a moment to savour the feel of his skin beneath your palms. One day, you’d be able to take your time, truly savour every moment. But for now, this would do.

There was barely an inch between you both, your shirt soaked and stuck to the dips and swells of your body. Osferth’s hands found your waist, leaning down to press his forehead to yours, breath fanning over your face. He could feel every ounce of blood in his body rush to his length, already feeling himself harden and he’d barely touched you. You were his first, in truth, and his body liked to remind him of it.

Your eyes closed as his lips pressed to yours. Gentle at first, but it wasn’t long before he got a little more heated. His tongue licking softly over your lower lip, asking for entry. Which you gladly gave, desperate to have as much of your monk as he’d give you.

His kiss deepened, arms wrapping around your waist, holding you impossibly tight to his chest. You gasped into his mouth as he lifted you, turning until your back rested against the firm bank of the river.

“Osferth…” you gripped tight to his shoulders as you sighed his name.

His lips drifting down until they latched onto your neck, your head dropping back in pleasure. Osferth was so lost to pleasure that he barely registered your leg hooking around his waist, or his own hand supporting it on instinct. He just wanted to feel you. He drank down every one of your moans, his hips begin to rut up into you in a primal need for more. More you, more pleasure, more…anything.

Pleasure rippled through your core; you’d only ever felt him like this once. The last time you had ever been left alone and you had found yourself straddling Osferth’s lap. Rolling your hips down onto him until you both found your releases.

But this…this felt far more intimate. His large hand gripping the meat of your thigh in a bid to keep some control of his urges. Your own hands dug into the flesh of his shoulders for the same reason.

Osferth’s lips remained on your throat as his focus turned to the rhythm of his hips. You could hear him muttering under his breath, and you were sure you heard a few curses mixed in with your name.

You were both so lost to pleasure, Osferth already twitching against you, that neither of you heard a voice in the distance calling your names. It was only when you heard a rustle of leaves, and the crunch of footsteps did you push Osferth back.

“Shit…” you muttered to yourself and Osferth quickly snapped back to reality.

He almost threw himself back up into the bank and tugging his shirt over his body. You were more impressed by the speed at which he put distance between himself and you. You were also quick to leave the water, pulling on the rest of your clothes and sitting down at the edge to wring out your hair.

You could hear Osferth talking but you didn’t dare look up to see who. But when you heard him walk away, you waited a few minutes before you chose to follow.

The looks on Sihtric and Finan’s faces, however, when you returned to the camp told you it had been one of them that had interrupted you. Lucky for them, you didn’t notice the coins that passed between them as you sat opposite Osferth, a tinge of pink on your cheeks..

The journey that afternoon was quiet, though you knew Sihtric and Finan were keeping their eyes trained between you and Osferth. You did your best to drown out their snickering, knowing for sure they were talking about that morning.

Osferth rode quietly at your right, though you couldn’t bring yourself to look over at him, knowing it would only prompt more chatter from your two quite annoying friends. Uhtred, thankfully continued to remain unaware, focused on the destination rather than the journey itself.

Thankfully, Rumcofa soon appeared in the distance. You had never been happier to see those wooden buildings and the shouting of the merchants arriving by boat. You hoped that you could just disappear the moment you arrived, sparing yourself the torment you knew would come from your friends.

Your horses were stabled for you the moment you arrived, and you barely looked back as hurried towards the inn your father usually had everyone stay in. By the time the others entered, you had already collected your key and disappeared up the stairs to your room. You didn’t even turn to see Osferth’s face drop into what could only be disappointment.

You still didn’t come down from your room for food, asking the innkeeper if you could eat upstairs instead. That certainly didn’t go unnoticed by your father, but he knew you well enough to know it was useless bothering you. You were much too like him, stubborn to your own detriment.

Instead, you ate in silence, though you could hear the laughter and shouting from the inn below. And you recognised four very distinct laughs without a doubt. But you were embarrassed. Not of Osferth, you could never. But of the way your friends reacted. As if they found it ridiculous – which hurt your feelings. Or were being horrendously smug about finally having their thoughts confirmed.

You did your best to ignore it all. Forcing yourself to sleep through it.

During the day, you were present. Following your father where he needed to go. Eating your meals with your friends. But Osferth could see you were more careful with your actions. Not sitting so close, glancing up at Sihtric and Finan as if gauging their reactions.

But when the evening came, you would excuse yourself back to your room – saying you were tired from the day and simply wished for sleep.

Everyone knew better than to argue with you, solely because you would rarely relent. If you were going to do something, you would do it. No opinion needed.

So, for four more nights in a row, your father and the others remained drinking downstairs whilst you disappeared and slept – as far as they knew.

In reality, you lay awake mostly. Temptation to join them gnawing at you but you knew if you went down and drank, you would be more likely to slip up and reveal what you had kept so well hidden.

But on the fifth night, shouting outside your window pulled you from your bed. From what you could hear, it was two women fighting. Fighting over what, however, would surprise you.

“He’s mine!” you heard one voice shout, only to be followed by a slapping sound and another shout.

“No! He’s mine, you bitch!”

Your eyes widened a little, curiosity taking over as you tugged a blanket over your shoulders before poking your head out of the window. But what, or who, you saw changed your curiosity to anger.

Osferth, quickly followed by Uhtred and Finan, the monk calling out to Uhtred for ‘some help’.

“What the…” you hurried out of your room, footsteps thundering down the wooden steps as you all but ran through the inn. You hadn’t seen Sihtric in the corner of the inn, smirking when he saw the pure rage on your face.

You exited the inn, the rain making you pull the blanket tighter around your shoulders, to see your father and Finan pulling to women apart and Osferth standing looking more than embarrassed.

The woman in Finan’s grip struggled, and you realised immediately…

They were fighting over Osferth.

None of the men had seen you, yet. Uhtred and Finan escorted the women away and Osferth turned to re-enter the inn when he saw you. You jaw tight and your eyes filling with angry tears.

“Are you fucking serious, Osferth?” you snapped, the rain hiding the tears that hit your cheeks.

His eyes dropped to the ground, feet fidgeting as he tried to figure out what to say. But his silence only made you angrier.

“I leave you to your own devices and you have two women fighting over you, after four days without me?”

You knew your words were probably a little harsh, you had both decided to keep your relationship a secret. And you would never deny Osferth was handsome, so it made perfect sense for other women to find him attractive and desirable. But you hated how jealous it made you.

Osferth finally looked at you, his eyes sad compared to your angry.

“I didn’t do anything…they just…wouldn’t leave me alone…”

Always so polite. You had never really noticed it, because when you were with him, Osferth would be entirely focused on you. But apparently without you, he hadn’t the heart to reject any woman who approached him.

His words made you falter, just a little.

“So, you didn’t want them?”

Osferth took a few steps forward, frowning as you stepped back. As the rain got heavier, you walked back until you were sheltered under what turned out to be an empty stable.

The monk followed, trying to reach out to you but quickly changing his mind.

“I could never,” his voice was so soft you could barely hear him over the rain, but you heard enough.

He stepped forward again, his hand stretching out just a little. But you didn’t move this time. Soon, he was mere inches from you, pushing the wet hair out of your face.

“Why would I, when I have you?” Osferth kept his hand on your cheek, smiling when you didn’t push him away.

He wanted to ask why you had pulled yourself away, but he didn’t want to upset you more. It could wait. What he really wanted to do was show you what you meant to him. You let him tilt your face up, nuzzling your cheek into his hand as your eyes closed.

“And I only want you,” he whispered, leaning in so slow you were almost ready to pull him closer just as his lips brushed against yours.

It wasn’t long before the kiss deepened, Osferth’s tongue sliding between your parted lips as the blanket slipped from your shoulders. The rest was a flurry of rough kisses and wandering hands. You didn’t know when Osferth had backed you against the wall, but you didn’t stop him. With one hand on your waist and the other gripping your jaw, his whole body pressed impossibly close to yours.

“Please…” you whispered, breaking the kiss and tugging a little at his robe.

Osferth leaned his forehead pressed against yours, reminding you almost perfectly of your little moment in the river. His eyes were closed, his breath hot on your skin. He could feel the desire pulsing through his veins, the need to show you just how much he did truly want you. This was not how he planned it, but it felt perfect.

It was too cold to bare yourselves fully, but with your soft nightgown – something you wore only when you stayed at inns – and he being dressed only in his robe and trousers, there was enough to work with.

He knew enough of the pleasures other men pursued to know that you needed to be prepared. That it would hurt you. His eyes opened slowly, glancing around for the best…location in the stable.

“Are you sure?” he asked, but you only pressed your lips to his, trying to slip your hand beneath his robe. But he gripped your wrist gently.

“Say it, love, please…”

You smiled, even now, your monk was a gentleman.

“I want this, and I want you.”

It was like something had ignited inside him. His grip on your wrist loosened, capturing your lips in a kiss you didn’t think him capable of. Your eyes fluttering closed as you moaned into his mouth. You quickly pulled your dress, bunching the fabric to the top of your legs. Osferth had managed to tug off his robe, leaving him in an undershirt and his now untied trousers.

Your mind reeled, it was like you were back in the river, except this time it was really going to happen. But your mind went blank the second you felt his fingers travel down between your thighs. Easing down inch by inch until they pressed against your pearl.

“Osferth,” you sighed, the sensation already sending waves of pleasure through you.

His fingers were tentative, though his movements became surer as he listened and responded to the sweet sounds that fell from your lips. Your hands finding purchase on his shoulders and soon your hips began to rock down to match his rhythm.

With his forehead pressed against yours, he dared to slip a single digit between your folds. Swallowing your moan with his kiss. He knew, from the loud and sometimes unnecessarily descriptive conversations Finan and Sihtric would have, that a woman needed to be well prepared – especially if it was her first time.

And he had every intention of bringing you all the pleasure he could.

“Does it feel good, love?” he whispered, internally cringing away from the words but the way you bit your lip and kissed him harder gave him his answer and only spurred him on more.

“Yes, gods, yes…” you panted, hand raising to tangle in his damp hair, pulling his lips back down to yours as you felt the familiar pressure make your walls clench in anticipation.

Osferth let out a groan at the feeling, his mind immediately wondering if this is how it would feel when he buried himself inside you. Your moans pitched higher as your peak washed over you. Osferth let his fingers move a few more times before pulling away, his lips pressing to yours in another heated kiss. You had barely relaxed when fumbling hands found your thigh and wrapped around your back, hoisting you up with your legs soon wrapped around his waist.

You could hardly contain your gasped moan when you felt the length of him push against you, still clothed with his trousers. But Osferth spared now more time freeing himself. He would find time to be sweet and slow later, right now, he needed you.

“Slowly, I’ll go as slow as I can...” he mumbled, mostly to himself as he held himself by the base, sliding his swollen cockhead between your folds.

It took every fibre of his being not to slam his hips up into you. He could hear you wince a little the deeper he went, and he kept his eyes on you the entire time. Watching for even the smallest sign of discomfort. You nodded, gripping his shoulders tight as he pushed further in, feeling the sting of your maidenhood breaking.

You barely hid your hiss, but a deep kiss to Osferth’s lips assured him you were fine. Slowly but surely, he was into the hilt. His breath was heavy as he waited for your permission to move, just the squeezing and clenching of your walls around his cock was enough to almost having him spilling there and then.

“Move, please…” you whispered, and Osferth began a tentative rhythm.

With your legs wrapped tight around his waist, his hands and body supporting you, his thrusts slowly got faster. Drinking down every gasp and moan with hungry kisses. Your hand tight in his hair as he chased his own end.

Osferth knew it wouldn’t be a long embrace, but he could already feel himself twitching and pulsing with impending release. Another wave of pleasure took over you, his name like a sordid prayer on your lips.

That was his undoing. The squeeze of your walls, the delicious sound of his name on your tongue. Just as he felt the heat rush down his spine, he pulled back, spilling himself with a few quick tugs onto the stone floor below.

You didn’t mind how ungracefully your feet hit the ground, the muscles in your thighs however were already aching.

When Osferth was finally spent, he turned back to you, a soft and tired smile on his lips.

“I love you,” he whispered, eyes wide when he realised what he’d said.

But you only pulled him closer, laughing as he frantically stuffed his cock back into his trousers.

“I love you too.”

Finan and Sihtric almost had to hold Uhtred down when the sound of moans filtered across the small road between the stable and the inn. It wasn’t until they all heard Osferth’s name, followed by a groan of your name did they actually have to hold Uhtred back.

“She’s my daughter and he’s…” Uhtred growled out as both men tugged him back to his seat.

The two men looked at each other with soft yet smug smiles.

“They’re in love, lord,” Finan stated, watching as Uhtred’s anger turned to confusion.

“In love?”

Sihtric stifled a laugh as, yet another moan was heard as someone opened the inn door.

“Have been for a while now, I wager, they thought they were excellent secret keepers.”

Uhtred slumped in his chair. Knowing you, it wouldn’t be worth telling you not to pursue Osferth. And, if he was honest with himself, there were no kinder men more suited to you than the young monk. But he’d never tell either of you that.

The sounds of pleasure seemed to, thankfully, reach an end and Uhtred made a quick exit to seek out another drink. As he left, Sihtric begrudgingly slid the coins he’d won at camp back over to Finan.

While the Dane had been right about your relationship with Osferth, it seemed Finan had been more right about when the two of you would finally make it physical.

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[osferth]

confessing

request: She is the sister of Uhtred and she’s a total badass in combat. Maybe that Uhtred sees how Osferth looks at her and when he says something about that he gets all flustered.

pairing : osferth x reader

@unleashthelion im so sorry its been so long 😭 u might not even be into tlk etc anymore but take this anyway

You were only a baby when Bebbanburg was usurped by your uncle Aelfric upon the death of his brother and its heir, Uhtred, captured by the Danes. As a result, you grew up in the fortress never knowing your brother, only anecdotes from Aelfric and your mother Glenna - the former dismissive, the latter loving and wistful. 

Glenna was your one saving grace during your time at Bebbanburg. Having been married to Earl Uhtred after his second wife passed away following Uhtred’s birth, she became his stepmother and loved him as her own. She spoke often of the days following your own birth with fondness in her eyes, describing how Uhtred was a permanent presence by your side - how he had loved his little sister more than anything. 

It was Glenna that inspired your desire to meet Uhtred again, but for years you never got the chance. 

For your safety, she never once voiced her anger and disapproval over Aelfric’s usurpation until you were together in private. He was never fond of you to begin with, and you learned early on that had you been born a boy, you would not have been allowed to live for very long. 

She was the only true protection you had, and when she sadly succumbed to illness you knew, even at the age of eleven, that until you found Uhtred you were totally alone. 

The year following Glenna’s death, you accompanied Aelfric, his priest Aidan, and his army of 200 men to Eoferwic, to meet with King Guthred and march on Dunholm. The infamous brothers Sigefrid and Erik were also there, but that hardly registered. After being told rather gleefully by Aelfric that Uhtred was dead, you were in little mood to do anything except passively go along with everything… until the Northmen inexplicably revealed that your brother was still alive. 

You successfully hid your joy while Aelfric raged and planned to leave upon the advice of Gisela, Guthred’s sister. With little love or need for you to begin with, your uncle left you in Gisela’s care, perhaps hoping that some misfortune would befall you and rid him of his unwanted niece. 

Recognising your neglect at Aelfric’s hands, Gisela led you from the meeting and promised to keep you safe. The two of you escaped Eoferwic together and found sanctuary in a nunnery, where you spent the next three years in relative peace. Understanding your desperation for any information about your brother, she revealed her knowledge of him and described everything - how he had grown up and found a family alongside Danes, his appearance, his personality, his love for her, and the words he spoke of his beloved sisters: blood and adopted alike. 

When the nuns could protect you no longer and your uncle’s priests arrived to forcefully marry Gisela to him, you feared losing the only constant you had found in your life - until you were joined by four more people. 

At once, your eyes locked on the man that angrily strode forward. Though he had grown tall and his hair now long like a Dane’s, you knew that this was your brother. 

Too stunned to speak, you could only watch as Uhtred ordered the abbot to release Gisela’s hand. Although he did, he refused to stop repeating the fact that she was married to Aelfric despite Uhtred persistently telling him to stop - which resulted in him killing the man, and it surprised you less than you thought it would. Glenna had always told you what an impulsive boy he had been, after all. 

After reuniting with the man she loved, Gisela beckoned you over, and it was only then that your presence was even recognised. 

“Who is she?” asked Uhtred as you stood before him. 

“Your sister,” Gisela replied, beaming at you. “Y/N.” 

“Hello,” you mumbled shyly, unsure of what else to say. 

Uhtred stared at you for a moment, his eyes wide. “You are certain?” 

“Your uncle left her in my care three years ago, just after you were taken.” 

You could see the tears swimming in your brother’s eyes before he swept you up in an almost bone-crushing hug. 

“I missed you, ástin mín,” he whispered. “I wish I had been there to see you grow.” 

You were crying too, but your tears were those of joy. “Mother told me all about you. All I wanted was to find you, but I never thought I could.” 

“You are here now,” he said, “and I promise I will never lose you again.”

~~

Uhtred was a man that kept his word. He brought you to live with him and Gisela in Coccham, where you stayed as a family. You had always hated feeling so powerless, and so you requested your brother to train you as a warrior - you had only been foolish enough to ask this of Aelfric once, but you knew Uhtred was nothing like him. 

He agreed at once, jumping at the chance to bond with you at the same time as improving your ability with a sword. 

Under the tutelage of your brother and his friends, you quickly grew into an adept fighter. As the years passed, you became a worthy opponent in sparring matches, your skill nearly as refined as those who had taught you. 

Despite the upward turn your life had taken, there were things you still wanted. As much as you loved Uhtred and his friends, you needed someone your own age - a companion you could spend your downtime with. 

Just as you were on the cusp of becoming a woman, your wish appeared to be granted when Osferth entered your brother’s service. Although Uhtred was sceptical of his potential, you couldn’t care less - Osferth was the same age as you and would surely improve with time, just as you had. 

His gentle manner and soft-spoken words were such a vast difference from the brusqueness you were used to that you instantly took a liking to him. He was always careful to address you as ���Lady’ until you insisted he used your name instead - which was a slow change, given that he would often accidentally revert back to the term of respect. As much as you jokingly scolded him for it, you never truly minded - he was so sweet that you could never be annoyed with him for long. 

You trained alongside Osferth and saw him through Beamfleot, the first taste of battle either of you had ever had. It was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating, and it brought the two of you closer than ever. 

Although battle, maturity, and time spent with Uhtred’s friends had greatly improved Osferth’s confidence, there was only one prospect that rendered him as nervous and shy as the day he had first asked to join Uhtred. 

You. 

Although the two of you were close friends, he had long wanted something more. His heart had yearned for you since the day he first laid eyes on you, and every day after that. He loved everything about you - your laughter, how you fought, the way your hand slotted perfectly in his, the cheeky grin that often graced your features… he could go on. 

He wished you knew the truth, but he could never bring himself to admit it and risk ruining the friendship you had. 

One afternoon, you were sparring with Sihtric while Osferth sat close by with Uhtred. 

He watched you parry a blow with a deftness that made it look ridiculously easy, and smiled fondly. You were incredible in combat, and he both adored and envied you for it. 

His gaze was solely on you which, unfortunately for him, was soon noticed by your brother. 

“Enjoying the view?” Uhtred teased, nudging him a little. 

Flushing, Osferth quickly averted his eyes. “I don’t know what you mean, Lord,” he mumbled. 

“You have all the subtlety of a nun in a brothel, Osferth.” 

“Lord!” 

Uhtred snorted. “Well, your affection for my sister has hardly gone unnoticed.” 

Osferth’s head shot up at once. “She knows?” 

“I meant amongst the men. As far as I know, Y/N has no idea.”

“Oh.” 

An amused Uhtred watched his shoulders visibly sag. “I’ve never seen someone look so disappointed and relieved all at once.” 

“I don’t know what to do,” Osferth sighed, his gaze returning to the sparring match before him. You had just managed to knock Sihtric to the ground, laughing as you helped him back up. 

“You could try talking to her,” Uhtred suggested, a wicked gleam in his eye. 

Osferth looked at him sideways. “I am not you, Lord.” 

Your brother hummed. “No, you are not.” 

When he said nothing more, Osferth rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m going inside-” 

“No, you are not.” 

Huffing, he sat back down. “Why, Lord?” 

“You will talk to her,” Uhtred decided. “You’ve been yearning long enough.” 

Osferth frowned. “And what if it goes wrong, or- or what if she doesn’t like me? I can’t ruin our friendship, Lord. It’s not something I want to lose.” 

“You have a choice, Baby Monk. Either you take a risk and maybe get somewhere, or you can remain silent and get nowhere at all.” 

Before Osferth could respond to that, you and Sihtric approached the two of them.

“Did you see me knock Sihtric on his arse?” you snickered, leaning on your sword slightly. 

Uhtred smiled. “I did, ástin mín.” 

You looked across to Osferth, but his gaze remained fixed on the ground for some reason. 

“Do you two want to come to the alehouse with me?” you suggested, hoping Osferth would respond, but your brother spoke up first. 

“I think I’ll miss it today,” he said. “I’m going home to my wife.” 

“And I’m going to mine,” Sihtric added, but you already knew that. 

“S’pose it’ll just be us, then,” you smiled at Osferth, “unless you’ve also got a wife that I don’t know about.” 

Finally, he looked up at you and returned your smile. “Lucky for you, I haven’t.” 

~~

The alehouse was bustling when you arrived, but you managed to wangle a small spot in the back corner, half-hidden by a wooden beam. It was cosy enough, and neither of you minded one bit. 

As you sipped on your ale, you quietly observed the man before you. Every time your eyes dropped to your mug, Osferth’s gaze would find itself back on you - although he was trying to be subtle, you noticed, and it amused you to no end. 

“You’re awfully quiet, Y/N. Is something bothering you?” 

Osferth received a grin in reply, one that made his heart flutter in his chest.

“Not at all. I was just waiting for you to say something. I’ve realised I talk far too much, see, so I thought you might like a turn first.” 

“You don’t talk too much,” he said at once, his expression hardening. “I don’t mind. Why, has anyone told you that you do?” 

“No,” you assured him. “Just some introspection, I s’pose.” 

His features softened at that. “Perhaps you should do a little more of that, then,” he smiled, “if that’s your conclusion.” 

“Perhaps,” you chuckled. 

After a moment, he took a rather large swig of his drink. “You fought really well today,” he said, his gaze meeting yours. For the first time, you felt you saw something else in his eyes, something beyond his usual fondness for you, but you could not be certain. 

“Thank you,” you replied, beaming at him. “You… did see me knock Sihtric on his arse, didn’t you?” 

“Of course I did,” he answered, “and I thoroughly enjoyed it, too.” 

Both of you laughed then, only breaking eye contact to take another well-needed sip of your drink. Your heart was starting to beat uncomfortably quickly, and you suddenly felt the need for a little extra confidence just by sitting across from him. 

“You and Uhtred seemed deep in discussion about something,” you pointed out. “Was it something important?” 

Osferth exhaled before answering. “It was - it is. It’s really important.” 

“Care to share?” 

He frowned into his cup before finally answering, refusing to meet your gaze once again. “I like you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’d hope so.”

Despite whatever he was seemingly wrestling with, his eyes momentarily shot up to give you an exasperated look. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Sorry. Go on?”

“What I meant was…”

He trailed off for a moment.

“Yes?”

“Y/N,” he groaned. “Give me a second.”

You grinned. “Alright. Sorry.”

Although you were being as patient as you could, the time he spent poring over his drink was beginning to feel like an eternity. Above all else, you did share Uhtred's blood... and your brother wasn't exactly famous for either his tact or his patience.

"D'you have feelings for me or something?"

His head shot up at this but, despite what you had expected, he didn't deny it. Instead-

"Yes. I do."

And for once, it was your turn to be silent. You felt incapable of saying or doing anything except staring at him.

The silence that descended upon the two of you stretched on for an uncomfortably long time as you processed the news with wide eyes. Osferth was beginning to fidget uncomfortably, his eyes fixed on his mug of ale - this silence could not bode well for him, surely-

“So do I.”

At once, his head shot up again, and if this moment was not so serious, you might have laughed at the comically shocked expression on his face. His eyes were wide and his lips parted, as though he truly had not expected such an answer from you.

“For you, I mean,” you added stupidly. “Not - not me, obviously.”

Why on earth would you say that?

Osferth stared at you for a moment, an unreadable look in his eyes, before he started laughing. Soon, you joined in, the two of you in fits of giggles, perhaps brought on by happiness or sheer relief that your feelings were mutual.

When they eventually subsided, you regarded him with pure fondness… though there was a gleam in your eye, too. At once, he picked up on it and raised an eyebrow.

“What?” he questioned, his lips quirking up into a smile.

You grinned at him, reaching across the table to take his hand. You didn’t miss the faint dusting of pink on his cheeks when you did so.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Laughing, he obliged at once and stood up to walk home with you. And for once, neither of you let go of the other.

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