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“I miss you, love,” Tom sighs into the phone, arm draped over his forehead as he lays in bed. Typically when he has the house to himself like this, you’ll be knocking at his door, but you’re on vacation with your family in Italy, leaving him all alone. “My bed misses you too.”

You could practically hear the shit-eating smirk spreading across Tom’s face. “Tom!” you giggle, twirling the telephone cord around your fingers. “I’ll be back before you know it, darling.” The base of the phone sat on the nightstand, letting you lay back onto your pillow, your hair sprawling out above you.

“Seems like you’ve been gone forever yet; it’s only been a week,” he chuckles, his arm moving from his face to rest behind his head. “Already miss how you look when you’re on top a me.” Tom’s Mancunian accent thickened with his words. He hears you rustle through the phone’s receiver, only serving to fan the flames of his ego. “Did I strike a cord there, sweetheart?”

You drag the base of the telephone down onto the bed with you as an involuntary whine escapes your lips. “Tommy, no fair!” you grumble, hugging the stuffed bear he bought you for your birthday last year. You own a few stuffed animals, but the bear has a permanent home in between the pillows on your bed.

Tom snickers, clearly proud of himself. “No fair, love? Sure sounds fair to me.” He slides out of his trousers, palming himself through the fabric of his boxers. “Don’t you like the thought of it, hun? Sitting on my face, cumming all over my chin like the good girl I know you are.” Tom groans into the phone, pulling his half-hard cock out from the confines of his underwear. “God, I can’t wait to taste you again once you come home. Your pretty pussy always tastes so fuckin’ good.”

The first time Tom went down on you, you swear to God that you saw heaven when you came. He must be blessed with a magic tongue; it’s the only logical explanation. He had you laying on your back with his face between your legs, nose buried in your slick folds. His pupils were blown wide, the ring of his blue irises barely visible. Tom’s muscled hands were clamped around your thighs, keeping you in place and preventing you from squirming away.

Another whine slips past your lips, dragging you from your thoughts. Your thighs press together, attempting to alleviate the arousal growing between your legs. “Tommy, baby,” you groan, your free hand moving to press against your mound. “You can’t just say stuff like that when you’re not here to deal with the consequences!” You rub yourself through the dampened fabric, legs shaking.

“Aww,” he chuckles, “you really think that’s gonna stop me?” Tom strokes himself slowly, stopping to spit on his palm before continuing. “You really think that’s gonna stop me from tellin’ you how badly I want you?” His legs spread apart, one knee up for comfort. “Why don’t you tell me what you’re wearing, love.” The phone rests between his head and shoulder, leaving a hand free.

Tom’s words shot electricity down your spine and straight towards your cunt, leaving you tingling and somehow wetter than before. There’s a prominent stain on the crotch of your panties now, and you can only imagine the filthy things Tom would say to you if he saw. “I’m wearing the nightgown you bought me.” He must’ve saved up for months to buy it for you. It’s made of soft silk and goldenrod in color, accenting your features beautifully. The first night you wore it for him is perpetually seared into Tom’s memory. Tom had to apologize to the neighbors the following morning.

You heard him moan through the receiver, the sound causing your clit to throb achingly. “You know I love that one, sweetheart. You wear that just for me, pretty girl?” You nod as if Tom could see you. Your slim fingers slip past your panties, rubbing quick, small circles against your dripping folds.

“Mhm—” a moan cuts you off, but you can’t tell whether it’s yours or Tom’s. “Know how much you like it, baby. I miss you so much.” Small whimpers escape your lips, giving away just how desperate you are for him.

“Mmh, fuck, my love,” he groans, his hand speeding up. His wrist twists when it reaches the tip, effortlessly pulling another moan from him. His thumb rubs circles against the sweet spot right underneath the crown, occasionally teasing the vein that ran along next to it. “Wish this was your hand instead. Your hand feels good when it’s wrapped around my cock.” Tom shifts to lay slightly on his side, making it easier to hold the phone up to his ear. “Are you touching yourself, baby? Fucking yourself to the sound of my voice?” he asks, accent thickening again.

Pleasure courses through you, your index and middle fingers sliding inside your tight cunt. “I am—I am, Tommy, baby! Your voice sounds so good,” you choke out a sob as your thighs begin to shake. The pads of your fingers press against your gummy walls, eagerly looking for the spot that drives you mad. “Tom—Tommy, please!” you sob as your fingers find your sweet spot. “Need you to fuck me; I need your thick cock, your fingers, all of you!” Slick gushes out around your hand, staining the bedsheets with your arousal.

Tom mumbles curses through his teeth, jaw clenching tightly shut. His hand moves at an inhuman speed, precum dripping down his shaft to pool around his balls. “I’m gonna fuck your cunt nice ’n full when you get back. Leave you stuffed and dripping when we’re done.” His eyes roll back halfway, teeth gnawing at his thin bottom lip. “Fuck, sweetheart, are you close?” His stomach rolls as an overwhelming amount of pleasure washes over him, his voice sounding just as debauched as yours.

“Want that s’bad—s’badly, oh my God, honey; want you to fuck me full’a your cum,” your voice cracks and warbles as your orgasm comes closer and closer to taking over. “I’m close, I’m so close! Wanna cum ’round your cock, baby.” Your thumb comes up to press against your swollen clit, electrifying, overwhelming lust shooting through every nerve in your body.

Tom fucked into his fist, his thumb brushing against the tip with every thrust. “I’m close too, love; let’s cum together, yeah?”

You nod, forgetting that he couldn’t see you. “Mmh gonna cum, To—Tommy!” Your voice drawls out his name, mouth failing to remember English as your orgasm finally crashes into you. Your thighs shook, and your back arched as your fingers fucked you through it.

Hearing you orgasm pushes Tom over the edge, hips stuttering as he cums into his spit-slickened fist. “Shit, shit, sweetheart—that’s it, fuck,” he sputters, beads of thick spunk rolling down his knuckles. “You sound so beautiful when you cum for me, baby.” His chest heaves from his heavy breathing, mimicking your own out-of-breath panting. “How do you feel, love? You still with me?”

“Mhmm, I’m still here,” you sigh, floating in your pleasant post-orgasm haze. “That was s’much fun, baby.” Your digits pull out slowly to prevent overstimulation, the pads wrinkly and dripping with your cum.

He hums in agreement, sucking his cum off of his fingers. “Good, good. Now, can you do one more thing for me, love?”

“Mmhm.”

“Suck your cum off your fingers for me, sweetheart. Can’t let something so good go to waste, can we?” You noisily lick your hand clean, ensuring Tom heard it. “That’s my good girl, yeah?”

You nod again, a smile spreading across your face. “Your good girl.” Rolling over on your side, you switch your phone to the other ear, yawning. “I love you, Tommy. Call you again tomorrow?”

He yawns after you do, finding your exhaustion contagious. He rolls over on his side fully now, pulling his comforter up to his chin. “Call you again tomorrow,” he agrees. “I love you too, honey.” You were asleep by the time he said it back, but you loved it regardless.

Tom didn’t hang up the phone, desiring to fall asleep to the sweet sound of your steady breathing. When he closes his eyes, he pretends that you’re sleeping next to him, your head resting on his chest, arms around his stomach. He loves the silent, comfortable silence after intimate moments such as this, giving him the chance to daydream about his future life with you.

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Leofric has a rather big family, consisting of two younger sisters and a baby brother. Since he’s the oldest, he’d look after them before he left to be a soldier in Odda’s army.

His sisters needed someone to do their hair for them in the mornings, so he’s surprisingly good at braiding hair. Don’t tell anyone that he secretly loves doing it.

Leofric would also play fantasy with them when he wasn’t busy. He would play either the heroic knight coming to save the day, or he’d be the villain, and one of his sisters would be the hero.

Being the oldest boy, Leofric did most, if not all, of the chores around the house, including household chores. He can cook, clean, and badly sew, in addition to farming, cleaning the barn stalls, and guard duty. He’s not good at sewing in the slightest, but if there’s a hole in his clothes, he can easily fix it himself.

Once he moved to serve under Odda’s rule, his family would travel every few months to visit him. His parents aren’t around too much growing up, but they still support and love him nonetheless. When Uhtred found out about his hair braiding prowess, Uhtred started to ask him to braid his hair too. It took only a little bit of begging before Leofric caved in, but only under the condition of being allowed to put flowers in the braids he made.

Leofric secretly really cares about the Arseling—Uhtred—more than he’d like to admit.

When he first met Uhtred, he couldn’t figure out if he found Uhtred stupid because he was stupid; or if it was because he was having a gay crisis. Turns out, it was both. There’s just something about that idiot that makes his heart beat faster and makes his palms sweaty. He didn’t only have eyes for men, however. Leofric is attracted to more than his fair share of women as well. Why only pick one when you can have the best of both worlds?

To be completely transparent, he’s never been with a man like that before, but he’s thought about it one too many times for it to be a phase. In all of his fantasies about it, Leofric has always imagined himself on top.

Leofric is an amazing lover, no doubt about it. He knows how to listen and will center all of his actions around making his lover feel good. To say he’s a service top is an understatement.

He really enjoys going down on his lover, regardless of their gender. It’s one of the easiest ways to get them off and he likes to do it, so it’s a win-win for both parties.

When it comes time for the main event, Leofric prefers to do it in a position where he can see your face. Shoving your face in a pillow makes him feel as if he’s forcing himself upon you, so he prefers to be able to see the pleasure on your face rather than having to imagine it. It’s more romantic this way, too.

Believe it or not, Leofric is a real romantic in bed. By his appearance, one would think he fucks just as rough as he looks, but they’d all be wrong. He wants nothing more than to take his time and to ensure that you both enjoy the entire experience.

His favorite positions are any and all variations of missionary. Depending on the mood, he’ll fold you in half with your legs resting on his shoulders, or he’ll have your legs wrapped around his waist while he nestles his face into the crook of your neck.

If he truly cared for you, Leofric would marry you before bedding you. Honor and all that bullshit.

After he marries you, with permission from King Alfred and Lord Odda, Leofric would find himself a good estate/plot of land to build you a home on.

He would build you a giant hall filled with everything you ask for and more. He puts you in control of all of the decorating since he’s absolutely terrible at it.

He incorporates gardens and flower beds into the design of the main hall for you as well.

When it finally comes time for you two to move in, Leofric will pick you up bridal style and carry you across the threshold of your new home. Don’t tell anyone about how big of a sap he truly is.

The night you move into your new home, Leofric hosts a huge feast in your honor. Everyone who is anyone is in attendance, including Uhtred, Hild, Father Beocca, and all of Uhtred’s men.

Osferth has really bad allergies. Don’t ask him to do anything remotely stealthy during the spring because he will sneeze and fuck it up.

Despite all of his friend’s teasing, he’s not a virgin in the slightest. He’s been with a fair amount of women in the past, so he knows what he’s doing and he’s good at it.

He lost his virginity to Finan. It happened a year or so after Osferth joined the group. They were holed up in a village with nothing to do other than stare at each other and the four walls surrounding them. Osferth had finally had enough of Finan teasing him about it, so he gave him some of his own medicine.

Finan sat next to him with crossed arms, a smirk plastered on his face. “You’re not convincing anyone, baby monk. You act all tough but melt at the sight of a woman that’s thirty yards away,” he teases, his accent thickening as he laughs.

“Oh yeah?” Osferth chewed on his bottom lip, stewing over his choices. Making up his mind, he climbed into Finan’s lap, legs straddling the man’s hips. “If you’re so convinced I’m a virgin, Finan, then why don’t you take it?” he offers, mimicking the Irishman’s smirk.

Finan’s hands went to his sides immediately, pulling him down to grind against himself. “Is that what you want, baby monk? Positive you can handle what you’re askin’ of me?”

He nods, spreading his fingers across Finan’s chest. Osferth grinds back on him, hips moving with the pace Finan had started. “Mm? It sounds like you’re not up to the task. I could always ask Sihtric—”

The Irishman flipped them over suddenly, pinning Osferth beneath him, hands firmly above his head. “Quiet, Os. Before I make you be quiet.”

Sihtric and Uhtred slept in the stables that night. Turns out it didn’t matter; Osfeth’s loud when he bottoms.

Osferth will go down on you without question. He loves doing it, it’s like one of his favorite pastimes. He just can’t get enough of how you taste, how you smell, the sound of your whimpers and whines. He won’t stop until you either call the safeword or start crying.

His favorite position is either doggy style or spooning. Osferth likes the intimacy of sex in the spooning position, it makes it feel more like lovemaking rather than fucking.

If you let him, he’d cum inside of you every chance he gets. Osferth likes watching it drip out of you after he pulls out. If he’s feeling bold, he’ll finger his spunk back inside you, ensuring everything stays inside where it belongs.

Believe it or not, Osferth is the king of dirty talk. No, seriously, he is. He loves the romantic parts of sex just like any other man, but sometimes he needs to indulge the nasty, filthy part of it with you.

Imagine: he has you naked and kneeling in front of a full-length mirror, forcing you to stare at the reflection of yourself getting pounded from behind. His hands are wrapped around your waist, thumbs and forefingers gripping the fat of your hips. Osferth’s snarky smile is plastered across his lips as he watches his cock slide in and out of you over and over.

“Aw, my love, look at you,” he smirks, “getting fucked on all fours in front of a mirror-like a common alehouse whore.”

It’s safe to say that this only happens when he’s in a town with an inn. There’s no way in hell that he’s doing this when there’s a chance of Uhtred, Finan, or Sihtric overhearing.

Osferth will 100% marry you. Hands down, no questions about it. Getting married has been one of his biggest goals in life, so getting the opportunity to complete that with you makes him insanely happy. He cries when he sees you walk down the aisle at the wedding. Finan, his best man, has to help him keep it together so he could get through his vows without breaking into tears. Please give him tons of extra kisses, he deserves it so badly.

Just like his uncle Leofric, he’ll save enough silver to buy a house wherever Uhtred has settled down for the time being. If you get married while they’re still on the road, he’ll do his best to find a nice village or town that the two of you could explore together for a couple of days.

Osferth’ll set up your tent for you every night. He makes a point to always pitch your tent as close as possible to the fire to keep you warm. He keeps plenty of furs available for you as well. Almost an entire trunkful of their traveling supplies is just furs and extra furs. You can never have too many in his book.

His adoration for you is so, so obvious and it’s adorable. Finan will ride next to you on the road to tease you about it, never wandering out of Osferth’s earshot.

Whenever Finan teases him about it, Osferth lights up like a damn torch. It’s all in good fun of course, regardless of how relentless Finan is with his teasing.

No matter how many times you tell him you can handle/enjoy the gentle teasing his friends give you, if Osferth feels like they’ve gone too far, he will tell ‘em off. He’ll still be respectful about it, but all respect will be thrown out of the window if he catches anyone, friend or not, questioning your honor fists will fly.

Osferth’s snarky little smile will show itself whenever he’s the one who gets to do the teasing. He can’t help himself sometimes, it’s just too damn easy to get you flustered. His favorite way is to back you up against a wall with a hand next to your head, effectively caging you in. He leans in real close to your face, his nose almost brushing against yours. Osferth then starts to whisper against your soft lips, words ranging from sweet nothings to filthy, lust-filled ones based on his mood.

“Oh god, my love. Look at how pretty you are, pressed against me like this.”