#modern!sihtric x you

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Two broken pieces

Pairing: modern!Sihtric x reader (female)

Authors note: thank you so much @gemini-mama and @st-eve-barnes for helping me to overcome my doubts. I appreciate your feedback and comments enourmously. I've never written anything like this before, so I was (I still am) very insecure about posting this

Summary: plot? never heard of it, pure smut with some minor good old pole-dancer/whore meeting a successeful businessman background story (oh my gosh, it sounds so like Pretty Woman 😅)

Please read the warnings!

Warnings: SMUT 18+, sub & dom dynamics, slapping, restraining, orgasm denial, slight degradation, masturbation, oral (m receiving), p in v sex

Word Count: 5,3 K

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The black velvet blazer fit him perfectly, contrasting with the casually unbuttoned, dazzling white shirt. His stern, piercing gaze, accentuated by mismatched eyes, seemed to penetrate through the TV screen. The impeccably groomed goatee and dark hair pulled back into a bun added to his image of rugged, almost intimidating masculinity. And those rings—wow. You exhaled deeply as your eyes drifted to his hands; thick metal rings adorned his fingers, complemented by weighty bracelets around his wrist. It had been your suggestion to hire a stylist for his public appearances, and it had evidently paid off.

It was Sihtric Kjartansson, the youngest CEO in the history of Dunholm Holdings, one of the most feared and envied figures in the stock market. A corporate raider, he acquired, dismantled, and sold companies with unprecedented profit margins. A quick and ruthless predator with an uncanny knack for timing—trading like a Wall Street shark, one of the most sought-after bachelors in the country, and your fiancé, was addressing the press about his latest acquisition: a renowned family business rumoured to be facing financial difficulties.

You settled back into the large, brown leather chair, tilting your head to the side as you scrutinised his face. Pure calmness emanated from him, not a muscle twitching in his handsome, sharply defined features. His steady, firm voice cut through the whirl of voices as he, with a playful smirk on his lips, selected reporters to field questions, pointing at them nonchalantly with his index finger. You knew him too well to be deceived by that perfect facade. You could discern it in his eyes—the dark, almost empty gaze, the absent and inward look, the tapping of fingers against the desk on the rostrum, betraying his underlying agitation.

You rose from your seat and made your way to the table, retrieving your phone and waiting. In the background, the TV murmured, and you recognized the unmistakable Irish-accented voice of Finan—Sihtric’s right-hand man and long-standing friend—announcing the end of the press conference and expressing gratitude to everyone. One, two, three... you counted, and just as you drew breath to resume, the phone rang. You answered it promptly.

“Hey, I saw you,” you whispered softly, bringing the phone closer to your ear. You wanted him to know that you had been watching, that you knew how he felt.

"I need you," came the hoarse voice from the other end, tinged with frustration and impatience.

"I'm waiting. You have 30 minutes," you replied, the shift in your tone from gentle to assertive prompting a groan from the caller.

"I'm on the other side of the city; I can't make it in 30 minutes," Sihtric's voice carried a hint of alarm.

"Then I suggest you not waste your time," you purred, moving the phone away from your ear and pressing the red button to end the call.

Pausing for a moment, you regarded the phone in your hand, before searching for another number and dialling.

"Hey, Finny! You both pulled it off again," you exclaimed into the phone.

"Hey! Yeah, the contract is signed. Negotiations were tough, though. Sihtric handled most of it, as usual. You know him," Finan's voice sounded proud but fatigued.

"How difficult was it?"

"On a scale from 1 to 10, it was a 12. They treated us like a charity organisation, so Sihtric had to be exceptionally firm, but he handled it flawlessly. You know how ruthless he can be in business. You should have seen him, babydoll," Finan continued, and you smirked at his choice of words. "Why don't you give him a call? The press conference just ended."

"Okay, I'll do that! Bye!" you ended the call with a pensive smile. Finan had provided all the necessary details; now you knew what to anticipate, and you had half an hour to prepare.

"Be reasonable, there's no way I can—" the sound of short beeps in Sihtric’s ear signalled that you had hung up. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath, tucking his phone away in the back pocket of his jeans and casting a worried glance at his watch.

"Where is my car?" he barked at the pale-faced assistant beside him. Sihtric never bothered to remember their names; they changed too often. Not a single one had lasted longer than a few months. It was annoying; the youth these days lacked resilience.

He recalled his own beginnings as a personal assistant to Uhtred, one of the biggest Wall Street whales of his time. Freshly graduated as the top in his class, he had thought he knew everything about business and economics. What a fool he had been! There was no regulated working time, no weekends, no holidays. "Stock markets don't sleep," Uhtred had taught him. And he didn't complain; he just learned, absorbing all the strategies, all the advice, everything his boss could offer. He would have followed him to hell and back if needed. That was the real-life education, and that was what had brought him to where he was now.

"I'll call the driver right away, Mr. Kjartansson. You didn't mention you needed the car directly after the press conference," the youngster stammered, pulling out his phone with trembling hands.

"Useless idiot," Sihtric snorted in growing frustration. "Did you think I'm going to walk home or what?"

"Why do you always have to pick such brainless idiots?" Sihtric shouted to Finan, who appeared just around the corner.

"Because nobody in this damn city wants to work for you anymore," Finan snorted back. "They're all terrified of you. And you're not making it any easier." Finan approached his friend, placing a calming hand on Sihtric's shoulder. "The last one quit because you wanted to throw knives at him."

"I didn't actually want to throw knives at him; I just asked him to hold the target. I needed a distraction, to come up with that perfect strategy to ram the gates of that shipbuilding company," Sihtric objected with a shrug.

"Yeah, sure," Finan smirked, suppressing a chuckle. He wanted to add something more, but the pale-faced assistant, with evident black rings under his eyes, interjected, announcing that Mr. Kjartansson's car was waiting. Sihtric promptly turned on his heels and headed towards the doors, casually waving goodbye to his friend as he departed.

"Damn it, " Sihtric growled in frustration. "Can't you move any faster?"

"Sir, we're completely stuck. Nothing's budging. Looks like there's been an accident or something blocking the road," the driver gestured towards the long line of cars ahead.

Sihtric glanced at his watch again, nervously tugging at his collar.

"Why the hell didn't you choose another route? I'll walk! And don't expect me to pay for the extra time you'll be stuck in this traffic jam. It's your own fault," Sihtric bellowed, swinging the door open.

"But, Sir..." the driver's attempt to protest was silenced by Sihtric's furious glare. "Shut up, or you can start looking for another job," Sihtric growled, slamming the door shut with such force that the driver flinched in his seat.

Sihtric unbuttoned another button of his shirt and began to stride away, his long, hurried steps quickly escalating into a near run. He was inevitably going to be late.

The silence that enveloped him as Sihtric finally swung open the doors of his house was almost eerie. After casting an inquisitive glance around the spacious living room and the adjoining open kitchen, he checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time and swallowed hard. He took off his shoes and socks. Slipping off his chic velvet blazer, he casually tossed it over his shoulder and began to ascend the stairs to the second floor.

The house was expansive; while the first floor boasted only the immensely large living room with its breathtaking view of the garden and the kitchen, the second floor comprised several bedrooms with attached bathrooms and walk-in closets, a library and an office.

Sihtric had recently purchased the house. Situated in the most upscale neighbourhood, it had cost him a small fortune, but as it was his engagement gift to you, he wanted it to be absolutely perfect. Any ordinary man might have bought you a ring, but not Sihtric. That would have been too conventional for him. Instead, he bought you a house—a tangible symbol of his desire for you to become an integral part of his life, his home, his sanctuary to return to after an exhausting working day.

The last stair squeaked under Sihtric's foot, prompting a mental note that it needed fixing. The corridor was carpeted, muffling his footsteps as he made his way to the only room he knew you might be in—the large, spacious master bedroom, the only one fully furnished and ready for occupancy. All the other rooms were still undergoing renovation, the scent of fresh paint lingering in the air.

The door was slightly ajar, allowing a glimpse of the dusky, crimson light within, suggesting that the thick red curtains you had personally chosen were likely half-drawn, allowing only a faint amount of light to filter through.

Sihtric pressed his slightly sweaty palm against the door and pushed it open, his breath quickening as he stepped into the semi-darkness of the bedroom. Though it was too dark to see clearly, he immediately recognised your silhouette in the large leather armchair positioned by the window—your bare, long, slender legs crossed, hands resting on the armrests, fingers tapping impatiently.

Sihtric's breath caught in his chest at the sight before him. Gosh, you were stunning. The faint light filtering through the curtains behind you made your silhouette almost ethereal. You were wearing that black bodysuit he adored, accentuating all your curves perfectly. Your hair pulled back, revealing your high forehead and incredibly large, captivating eyes, which scrutinised him disapprovingly.

"You're late," you said, tilting your head slightly as you surveyed him from head to toe.

A muffled groan escaped Sihtric's throat at the sound of your soft, velvety voice washing over him like a soothing balm, alerting his senses, and he felt a sudden tightness in his pants.

"Five minutes. It wasn't my fault..." Sihtric's husky voice trembled ever so slightly, betraying the anxiety coursing through his veins and causing his chest to heave more heavily with each breath. He still hadn't moved away from the door.

"Excuses, always just pathetic excuses!" you scoffed, firmly planting both feet on the ground as you gracefully rose from the chair, pushing yourself up with your hands. Sihtric's pupils widened as he followed your every movement, swallowing you with his eyes.

"It really wasn't..." he began, but quickly swallowed his words as you raised your arm warningly.

"Quiet," it was not a plea; it was an order, a command not to be disobeyed. "Who do you think you are to make me wait?"

Sihtric wasn't sure if it was really a question. "I... the traffic jam... there was an accident... the highway was blocked," he mumbled, his eyes glued to your form, unable to avert his gaze as you slowly, with determined steps, moved closer to him.

"That's not what I asked. Spare me your pitiful excuses," you had reached Sihtric and stood just before him, looking sternly up into his mismatched eyes. You were so much smaller than him, a fragile doll compared to Sihtric's well-built, muscular frame towering over you. "You have upset your queen, and you will be punished for that," your eyes darkened with disapproval as they glided over his face. 

Sihtric leaned heavily against the door, closing it with his weight, his fingers let go of his blazer, letting it fall down on the floor. Slowly, you raised your hand and Sihtric closed his eyes, freezing as if in anticipation. You could hear him holding his breath and he flinched the moment your palm cupped his warm cheek, your thumb moving over his full, sensual lips, parting instantly at your touch.

"Yes, my queen," he whispered, nuzzling against your palm, his breath uneven, sweat beads glistening on his forehead.

You took your time to admire his handsome face, your eyes lingering for a moment on the long scar on his forehead and then sliding further to the smaller one on his right cheek just beneath the eye. They were barely visible under the layer of makeup the stylist had applied to conceal them, but you knew exactly where they were, and you knew there were more hidden beneath his perfect white shirt.

You knew their origins and that the hand that had etched them into Sihtric’s body had left even deeper marks on his soul. You loved this man with all your heart, every part of him, all the dark corners of his soul and mind as well as the bright ones. You loved the real him, not just the shiny, attractive facade of a successful businessman and millionaire. You loved him more than yourself, more than anything. If the need arose, you would readily give your life for him, and you were sure he would do the same for you. You needed him as much as he needed you; you just fit together—two broken pieces, creating something whole only when joined.

You took a swing, and the resounding smack of your hand colliding with Sihtric’s cheek made you flinch, feeling a hot sting in your palm. The moan that escaped his lips made you grin as you slapped him again, channelling all your strength into your delicate hand, knowing that your palm would probably burn even more than his cheek afterward. Sihtric’s head jerked to the side, and you heard a sharp exhale escape his chest.

"You’ve been a mean boy today. Haven’t you?" you purred, caressing his reddened cheek with the back of your palm. "Tell me, what do you think would be an appropriate punishment for disobeying your queen?" You took hold of his chin and turned his head to face you. "Look at me!" you commanded, and Sihtric instantly obeyed, his eyes fluttering wide open, a hazy gleam in them.

"I've been very bad today, my queen, I deserve all your wrath," Sihtric breathed, lust and longing dripping from his hoarse voice, causing the tiny hairs on your skin to stand on end. The heat pooling in your lower abdomen and slowly spreading throughout your body became distracting. You shook your head, trying to regain your concentration, to shift your mind away from your throbbing, soaked centre.

You had met several years ago in a brothel where you were working. He – a young, handsome, aspiring, and ambitious businessman who had already made his first successful steps in the fast currents of the stock market, mentored by Uhtred, one of the most influential figures in the scene. You – a pole dancer and a part-time sex worker, feeling disillusioned with life.

At just 18, you fled your parents' house to escape the never-ending brawls fueled by alcohol and drugs. After several unsuccessful attempts at securing a somewhat decent job, all of which ended abruptly due to the harsh reality that they couldn't even cover the rent for your small, shabby outskirts apartment, you reluctantly accepted the tempting offer to earn some money by pole dancing at the "local recreation club"—at least that's what the slimy guy next door, who proposed the job to you, called it. It was only later that you discovered it also involved satisfying other establishment clients' needs. There hadn't been much of a choice between accepting it or winding up on the streets.

Sihtric's busy schedule and lack of time for real relationships had made him a frequent visitor to the red-light district, and one fateful night, your paths crossed. You knew exactly what had drawn you to the handsome, slightly shy, but very kind young man. It was his eyes—their deep, expressive gaze seemed to penetrate the very depths of your soul, devoid of judgement, contempt, or prejudice, but filled with tenderness and acceptance. From the first time you served him, he treated you with respect and gentleness, a rarity in your line of work, and you reciprocated it.

Soon, he became your regular customer, and often after a passionate fuck, you found yourself cuddled against his muscular chest, just talking. He was the first to notice the small scars on your forearms. With him, you felt an unusual sense of security, and after a moment of hesitation you finally told him about that indescribable void—the feeling of being unimportant, unwanted, a failure, and a constant source of disappointment—that had driven you to cut yourself in a desperate attempt to feel something other than overwhelming shame about your own existence. It was likely the first time someone had truly listened to you, drawing you closer and whispering comforting words in your ear.

You still vividly remembered the first time he asked you to slap him. Initially, you thought it was a jest, but his serious expression and expectant gaze made it clear he was sincere. He quickly averted his eyes, as if ashamed of his request, anticipating your judgement. Yet, you didn't judge him; why would you? You understood him and accepted him completely. It was perhaps in that moment that you realised you loved him.

“I was waiting for you,” you continued, your voice low, tinged with resentment “Look what you've done to me,” you took Sihtric’s hand and pressed it to your centre, letting him feel how soaked wet your bodysuit was there. The violent sound, something between a wild groan and moan, that escaped his lips made you shiver.

“On your knees!” you ordered. Sihtric’s hand was still between your thighs as he bared his teeth and growled in response.

“You dare to object?” You exclaimed, your voice taking on a hard edge. “You dare to disobey your queen?”

“No, my queen,” he breathed barely audibly, retrieving his hand and starting to slowly slide down to the ground, his back pressed against the door, his dark, hazy eyes never leaving yours. He paused for a moment, a satisfied smile playing on his lips, before his knees crushed against the floor, his hands resting on his thighs, gaze upwards, awaiting your next command.

“Take off your shirt,” you ordered in the same stern voice, turning your back to Sihtric and heading to the closet. As you opened the drawer, you cast an inquiring look back at Sihtric, who was obediently unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers and letting it fall to the ground, his eyes not leaving you. 

You swallowed hard at the sight of his incredibly muscular, well-chiselled upper body, feeling  your breath picking up as your eyes skimmed his abdomen, lingered on his biceps, and travelled further to his hands and ring adorned fingers, resting on his thighs. What had you done to deserve this man in your life, you wondered, tracing your fingers over a black leather collar and a matching metallic leash, that you finally took out of the drawer and headed back to Sihtric.

“You know your queen loves you,” you whispered in his ear as you leaned closer and started attaching the collar around his neck.

“I never doubt that,” Sihtric murmured, tilting his head to give you better access to his neck, while you secured the leash to the collar, wrapping it around your hand. 

“Good, and do you love your queen?” you asked, casually holding his chin.

“Always,” he answered, licking his lips. Your faces were just centimetres apart and you breathed him in. His cologne mixed with the faint scent of his sweat, made your head spin slightly. Unable to resist, you leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips. Playfully, you teased him, running the tip of your tongue over his lips, and Sihtric let out a low groan, his arms instantly reaching out to pull you closer.

“Oh no,” you grinned, as you ran your teeth along his lower lip and bit down, hard enough to draw blood and make him moan in frustration, as you slapped his hands away from your body. “You haven’t deserved that. Not yet,” you smirked, straightening up and simultaneously pulling him away from your lips by the leash.

“Please,” Sihtric whined, “I want to touch you. Let me touch you, please.”

“You want to touch me?” you asked, a sly smile appearing on your lips as you tilted your head, relishing at the pleading look in his eyes. “I think I know a perfect punishment for you, darling,” you pulled Sihtric to his feet by the leash, turned and started walking towards the closet.

Retrieving something from the upper drawer, you made your way back to the big leather armchair by the window, where you had been sitting just moments before, with Sihtric  following behind. Reaching your destination, you pulled him in front of you and gently pushed backward into the chair.

"Are you going to be good now?" you purred, beginning to circle around the chair.

"I'm going to be good, I promise," Sihtric replied, his eyes following your movements.

"Your hands, bad boy," you whispered in Sihtric's ear from behind, brushing your lips against his earlobe and teasing it slightly with your teeth. Sihtric stretched his left arm toward you, inhaling deeply at the familiar sound of handcuffs snapping shut and the sensation of metal against his wrist. "And now the other one," you demanded, guiding his arm behind the back of the chair.

"Good boy," you praised him, securing the handcuffs around his other wrist, which he had obediently stretched behind his back, and fastening them under a hook attached to the back of the chair, placed there precisely for this purpose.

"I want you to watch," you smiled sweetly as you placed your palm on Sihtric's shoulder and moved around him, positioning yourself just in front of him. You started to pull your bodysuit off your shoulders.

With every movement, Sihtric's breath quickened. You could see his pupils widen and hear him swallow hard as you began to slide the bodysuit down your hips. Letting the fabric glide down your legs, you stepped out of it gracefully, standing before Sihtric in your black lacy underwear.

Taking a step forward, you watched as Sihtric's thighs instinctively spread to make space for you. Leaning in, you placed a teasing kiss on the corner of his mouth, eliciting a disappointed groan from him. You trailed your fingers over his bare chest, down to his abs, stopping just at the hem of his jeans and just watched how his muscles tensed, his breath quivering and hips subtly rolling into your touch.

"What a greedy and impatient boy you are today," you smirked, the teasing smile playing on your lips as you stepped back until you reached the edge of the bed. The guttural growl that escaped Sihtric as you sat down, spreading your legs and licking your fingers, made your grin of satisfaction spread all over your face. Slowly, so slowly for him to see your every movement, you reached for your centre, pushed your panties aside and started to rub your pulsing clit. 

Sihtric didn’t even try to suppress the desperate moan that rolled over his lips as he shifted nervously in his chair, spreading his thighs as much as he could, in an attempt to lessen the pressure, his cock painfully hard in his pants.

“Just watch,” you purred, leaning back on your elbow, gathering the arousal from your folds and continuing to circle your clit with your index finger. You didn’t need much, you were dripping wet almost from the very moment Sihtric had entered the room. You pushed your finger inside you and your hips started to move up and down, accompanied by your moans, getting louder and louder.

“Fuck,” you heard Sihtric cursing and groaning, tugging at his handcuffs. “Don’t do this to me. You are driving me mad.”

This was the last bit you needed. “Ahhh, fuck,” you whined, pressing another finger inside you, while your thumb continued to rub your sensitive bundle. With a loud moan you came on your fingers and let yourself fall back onto the bed, your breath heaving.

As you finally gathered yourself and raised from the bed, you were met by a pair of feral  eyes, gleaming with lust from behind wild strands of hair falling in Sihtric’s face.

“Oh my, what do we have here?” you asked, furrowing a brow, as you neared him again and palmed his rock hard cock through his jeans. Sihtric groaned and eagerly bucked his hips against your hand. 

Sinking down to the floor, you positioned yourself comfortably between his spread thighs and started unfastening his belt and opening the zipper. 

“Mmmmm, just look at you, all hard and dripping for me,” you mused as you finally freed his erection. You felt your mouth watering as you looked at his perfectly formed long cock, a thick vein running from the base to its red tip. You wrapped your fingers around it and gave it a slow stroke. Placing your lips on Sihtric’s inner thigh, you started to kiss your way up towards his throbbing length.

“Fuuuuck,” Sihtric breathed out as your lips reached the base of his cock and you gave it a teasing lick from base to tip. You wrapped your lips around it and slowly took him in, the salty taste of his precum on your tongue, inflaming you again. You started to move your head up and down his length, the wanton moans and hisses leaving Sihtric, spurring you on. 

You stopped the moment his hips started to move against you, thrusting into your mouth.

“Don’t,” you hissed, looking up in his lust hazed eyes.

“I’m sorry, I won’t.” 

As soon as you resumed your ministrations Sihtric’s breath became ragged again, his whole body quivering in tension while he tried to remain still and prevent his hips from moving. From the way Sihtric’s eyes were rolling back in his head, his chest heaving in the rhythm of each breath, you could easily tell he was close, almost on the verge of losing control, as you pulled back and released his pulsing cock.

“You know the rules,” your voice had again that sharp warning edge.

“Yes, I do,” Sihtric groaned, leaning his head against the back of the chair and breathing heavily.

“Good, you can be such a good boy, if you make an effort,” you cooed, stretching out your tongue and starting all over again. 

“Please, stop. I can’t anymore. Let me cum, please,” Sihtric mewled as you had brought him to the edge already four times, withdrawing whenever he was about to peak.

“Don’t expect me to go easy on you,” you looked into the dazed eyes of your hard breathing fiance, looking a complete mess. 

“Please, just let me cum,” he whispered and closed his eyes, light shudders shaking his body.

“Do you think you deserve it? You are so selfish. You want to cum and leave your queen unsatisfied?” your voice was tinged with resentment while your eyes gleamed mischievously,  as you unfastened your bra and threw it at him, followed by your panties just a moment later. 

“No, my queen. I’m sorry.” 

“Spare me your apologies!” you hissed, straddling him. "Look at me!" you ordered, slapping him again, making his head snap to the side. Sihtric obediently moved his head back to face you, his eyes fluttering open. Your gazes locked, and you found yourself choking on your own breath from the love and devotion in his large, mismatched eyes. Cupping his face with your palms, you leaned in to kiss him, swallowing the moan vibrating through his body. Sihtric parted his lips to welcome you and your tongue slipped inside, finding his, twisting around it, lapping, sucking and teasing. Arousal pulsing through every cell of your body, you fought against the desire to fuck him there and now, but you lost the uneven battle.

Burning with the need to finally feel him inside you, you aligned his cock with your entrance and sank down, taking him in until the very end of his rigid shaft, savouring the pleasant stretch. After all this time you still needed a moment to adjust to his size, before starting to move your hips, setting an ever fastening pace.

Feeling Sihtric straining against the handcuffs in a desperate want to free his hands and touch you, you tangled your fingers in his dishevelled hair and pulled hard, jerking his head back and exposing his throat to you. 

“Mark me, my queen. I’m yours,” Sihtric moaned and you buried your teeth in his sensitive skin. You were aware that the marks your lips and teeth left on his neck will be quite visible, but you couldn’t care less. Inebriated by your approaching climax, you started to move faster. You rode him with unwavering determination, straining your vagina muscles around him, feeling each and every inch of him brushing against your walls and bringing you both closer to the edge with each movement of your hips. 

“Move!” you whispered firmly in Sihtric’s ear, and his hips immediately started to thrust up into you, hitting that sweet, swollen spot inside you, that brought you closer and closer to seeing stars. Your clit brushed against his pelvis, intensifying the sensation and your head instinctively snapped back from the ferocity of pleasure building up within you.

“Please, allow me to cum,” a hoarse whisper left Sihtric’s lips as his eyes rolled back into his head. 

You were almost gone, almost over the edge, as you wildly bounced on Sihtric’s cock, your nails digging into his shoulders, holding on to him. Eyes half lid you watched him struggle to keep it together, knowing he wouldn’t come without your permission.

“Please,” he begged again, his lips barely moving from the self restraint.

“Keep going, yes, just like that. Oh my God, don’t you dare to stop. Fuck, aaahhhh!” You screamed as your climax started washing over you, your walls clenching around Sihtric’s cock and as if through a thick fog you heard yourself giving the command he so desperately waited. “Go on, cum for me, bad boy. Cum for your queen.”

An animalistic groan left Sihtric’s lips as he finally let go and you both moaned in unison, waves of pure ecstasy shuddering your bodies and wiping everything in its way. There was nothing else, just the two of you, immersed in a bubble of elevation and pure happiness. It was overwhelming, almost too much but simultaneously so indescribably blissful to feel Sihtric’s cock twitching within you, imprinting your walls and filling you up with his warm seed. You collapsed against Sihtric’s naked chest, breathing hard, his racing heart beat just beneath your ear as he kept thrusting up into you to ride out his release. 

You had no idea how long you had been sitting there, your nose buried in the hook of his neck, clinging to his sweaty chest, just savouring the moment and slowly coming down from your high. 

“Will you release me?” you heard Sihtric’s husky voice, while his lips gently nuzzled your hair. 

“Give me a moment,” you murmured with your eyes closed.

“As long as you need, my queen.” 

Unwillingly you raised yourself, feeling so empty the moment Sihtric’s cock slipped out of you. You undid the handcuffs and your eyes widened as you saw the bruises they had left on Sihtric’s wrists. Without paying any attention to it Sihtric grabbed your hand and pulled you back into his lap.

“Let me see it,” you took his hands in yours, bringing them to your lips and placing soft kisses on the bruises around his wrist. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s nothing. It’s my own fault, I shouldn’t have struggled so much against them. You made me almost cum in my pants like a teenager,” Sihtric smiled, putting his fingers under your chin and raising your head to meet his eyes. 

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“I love you,” you breathed almost inaudibly, hypnotised by his gaze.

“I love you too, my queen. You are everything to me,” Sihtric pulled you closer in his embrace, his strong arms wrapping around your small frame, as he kissed you tenderly.

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[st-eve-barnes]

You know that I'm no good (chapter 1)

(modern Aegon x Reader, modern Sihtric x Reader)

Summary: You want Sihtric. Aegon wants Skade. There's only one small problem: Sihtric and Skade are dating each other.

Warning for the entire series: 18+ for explicit language and smut. Angst/comfort/fluff. Fake dating and so much mutual pining. Mentions of depression/drinking/self harm.

This is an Aegon x Reader fic with a bit of Sihtric x Reader on the side. I've wanted to write a modern AU that combines The Last Kingdom and House of the dragon for a while now so here it is!

Word count: +1900

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All my fics are also on AO3

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It started on a random Friday night in your favorite club in Winchester. The music playing in the background was upbeat and happy, some 90’s song that usually always lifted your mood, but tonight even that wasn’t working. You were in a bad head space and nothing seemed to be able to pull you out of it, not even the Vengaboys blasting through the speakers.

You let yourself slump down into one of the booths next to Helaena. She recognized that look on your face immediately, having been your closest friend for over 5 years, and without asking she handed you her drink. You eagerly grabbed the glass from her hands and gulped down the entire thing, not even caring what was in there, as long as it was alcohol. 

Maybe getting drunk would put you in a better mood, or at least make you forget about the reason you weren’t.

And that reason was pretty damn stupid. A guy. You hated being that girl who let her entire evening be ruined by some guy.

Except that he wasn’t just some guy of course. 

Sihtric was the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on. Tall and lean, muscular but with a softness to him as well. His dark hair was long and curly and braided at the top. He looked like a hot Viking straight out of that Netflix show, way too attractive for this damned modern world. And his eyes, one brown, one blue, as unique as the rest of him. 

Even though you had never exchanged words with him you knew he was special, and good. A good, gorgeous man you would never, ever have and that idea depressed the fuck out of you.

You put your empty glass down on the table in front of you and let out an overly dramatic sigh.

“Okay, you are single handedly sucking all the positive energy out of the room, what’s going on?” Helaena asked.

“Sihtric,” you sighed.

“Babe, still?”

You nodded your head while Helaena shook hers. Being your best friend she of course knew all about your secret crush that had been going on for far too long. She would never say it out loud because she was too nice but you knew she wanted to tell you to get over it already.

”He just…he doesn’t even notice me, Hel. No matter what I do, or don’t do. He just doesn’t see me, what do I have to do, huh? Dance around naked on the bar?”

Helaena turned to you and let her eyes meet yours, her expression calm as always as she put her hand on your shoulder,”Okay, first of all, don’t do that.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her.

“You should never have to try so hard to get a man to notice you,” she continued,”I swear to you, they are not worth it. Jace, back me up here.”

Jace, sitting on the couch opposite yours with his group or friends, looked up from behind his drink and confirmed,”We’re not worth it.”

You gave them both a smile now.

Helaena looked at you again,”Why don’t you just go find some nice random hot guy to spend the night with and forget about Sihtric for a while?”

You sighed,”I don’t wanna fuck some random hottie.”

“I didn’t say fuck,” Helaena pointed out.

“Okay, I don’t want to hang out and/or fuck some random hottie. I want him. Besides, it’s not like random hotties are knocking down my door.”

“They should, because you are gorgeous,” Helaena stated while she placed her hand on your arm and squeezed it softly. You gave her a thankful smile, you knew her words were meant well but she was your best friend, she was supposed to say things like that, it didn’t mean they were actually true. Of course they weren’t.

“Clearly Sihtric doesn’t think so,” you sighed deflated.

“Then he is blind, Jace, please help me out here.”

“I wish you guys would leave me out of your boy drama, but fine, want me to give you some real helpful advice? The quickest way to get a man to notice you is to start dating someone else. Guys are stupid and we always want what we can’t have.”

“Oh, yes, he is right,” Helaena nodded, suddenly very enthusiastic about that idea,”Seeing you with someone else might just spark his interest. You should find a guy to make him jealous.”

“Sure, okay, I’ll just pick one out of the long line of suitors that are just waiting for me to beckon them,” you joked.

She narrowed her eyes at you,”One of our friends can do it, you don’t actually have to date him, just act as if you are.”

“And who do you suggest I ask then?”

“I don’t know, let’s see, who’s a friend and looks pretty?” she looked around the room and your group, looking for possible candidates,”Hmm, maybe Aemond…”

“Aemond?! Seriously? I know he’s your brother but no way, Hel, he’s never spoken a word to me, he’s pretty but he scares me.”

“He’s harmless, and very single,” she pointed out.

“Nu-uh,” you insisted.

“I’ll do it,” Aegon’s voice made you both look up.

He was standing next to the booth, leaning against the wall with a drink in his hand and an amused smirk on his face, having followed your entire conversation.

“Nobody asked you,” Helaena shut him down instantly, turning her back to him and fully planning on ignoring his offer.

You however hadn’t turned away so quickly. 

Aegon was wearing his usual ripped jeans and a shirt from a band you had never heard of, his hair was just long enough to fit into the tiny ponytail he was sporting tonight. He looked a little bit like a rockstar. Or maybe more like a wannabe rockstar.

You didn’t know Aegon very well but he was not as scary to you as his brother Aemond and despite his reputation of being a womanizer he’d always treated you with kindness and respect. Probably because he knew Helaena would kill him if he didn’t.

To be fair you had never paid much attention to him before, he wasn’t your type at all physically and you both hung out in different friend groups. Helaena never talked much about her brother either, all you knew is that he was a bit of a slut and he liked to go out and drink a lot.

But Aegon was popular, like Sihtric, and got invited to all the parties so hanging out with Aegon would no doubt give you more access to Sihtric as well. You hated to admit it but maybe it wasn’t the worst idea in the world. 

Helaena once again read your expression like an open book and she grabbed your shoulder and shook her head before talking to you as if you were a bad dog misbehaving,”No, Y/N, no!”

Aegon took advantage of your obvious interest and moved to sit next to Helaena.

 “Why not?” he asked his sister.

“Because you’re the biggest slut in the entire city and I don’t trust you not to fuck her over.”

“Come on, I wouldn’t do that, she’s your friend.”

“That hasn’t stopped you before! Why do you want to do this so bad, huh? What’s in it for you?”

“I’m helping out your friend.”

“You’re not the helping type, Aegon, be honest with me or there’s no way I’m letting you near her.”

You stayed quiet, not wanting to get involved with Aegon and Helaena’s bickering and then suddenly it didn’t matter anymore, their words faded into the background when you noticed what was happening on the dance floor right in front of you.

Sihtric. Your Sihtric was dancing like he didn’t have a single care in the world while yours was crumbling underneath your feet. His arms rested firmly around the blonde girl as they danced together, his eyes taking her in as if she was the only other person in the entire room, or the entire universe for that matter. 

You would give anything to have him look at you like that just once. Seeing them together felt like someone just punched you in the gut.

When Helaena noticed your sudden silence she followed your gaze to the dance floor,”Oh shit.”

You forced yourself to look away and she placed her hand on your arm again trying to comfort you,”Hey, you okay, babe?”

You nodded but she knew you were faking it.

As you looked away you noticed Aegon’s eyes were glued to the same spot on the dance floor as well, but he wasn’t looking at Sihtric. He was staring at the girl, looking about as sad as you felt.

“Who is she?” you asked, making both him and Helaena look up at you.

Aegon sighed. ”She’s the reason I want to help you,” he confessed.

You and Helaena both waited for him to elaborate.

“Her name is Skade,” he explained,”We dated a few times and it was going really well and then she just ghosted me.”

“Nothing you haven’t done to a bunch of girls before,” Helaena pointed out.

“Yes, I know, okay but I really liked this one and now she started dating Sihtric a few nights ago and I just can’t fucking stand seeing them together."

"So…,” he turned his attention to you now, a look of both interest and mischief sparkling in his blue eyes,”It seems we have a common goal here, Y/N. What do you say? Wanna help me break them up?”

You couldn’t help but smile but you were also quick to shake your head, suddenly not so sure this was a good plan after all. 

It was hard enough to get Sihtric to notice you when he was single but now he was dating? A girl who looked like that? There was no way you could compete with her, you didn’t stand a single chance, not even with Aegon’s help.

“I don’t know,” you breathed, defeated,”I mean, thank you for the offer but…I think I just want to go home now.”

“I’ll go with you,” Helaena suggested but you quickly stopped her.

“No, please, I’d feel really bad if both our nights got ruined. Stay and enjoy the rest of the party, please.”

“You sure, babe?”

You nodded and gave her and Aegon one last look before you left.

“I’ll go after her,” Aegon suggested.

“Don’t you dare move from that couch,” Helaena warned him,”I mean it, Aegon.”

“What?” he feigned innocence.

“Find someone else for your stupid little plan, she’s my friend and I don’t want you to mess her up.”

“I’m not going to mess her up,” he laughed in defense.

“You always mess them up,” Helaena sighed.

“Such little faith, sis.”

“In you? Always.”

He shook his head at her comment but Helaena’s serious gaze made him stop.

“Please?” she added,”Literally anyone but her. I’ve seen this film before, Aegon, I know how this ends and I don’t want my friend to be the lead in your drama.”

Aegon sighed,”You’re so sure how this is going to go, huh? What? You can predict the future now?”

“I don’t need to, not with you. You never stray from the pattern.”

Aegon avoided her eyes and nodded his head with a bitter smile,”You think you know me so well, huh?”

“I do know you so well, Aegon. Please, don’t pursue this,” she was begging him with her eyes but Aegon didn’t budge.

“Sorry, can’t make any promises I don’t intend to keep, sis.”

And with that he stood from his seat and turned his back on her, disappearing into the crowd on the dance floor.

Helaena sighed quietly to herself,"Yeah, that's what I feared."

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After Dark | Part Two

As the week went by, an important achievement fell on Sihtric and tormented him completely: you didn't get out of his head.

pairing: sihtric kjartansson x stripper!fem reader | small appearance of finan

warnings: plot? no honey, porn! tiddy sucking, p in vagina sex, fingering, sligh dom!sihtric x slight dom!reader (yeah dude). English is not my first language. 4k of words

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As the week went by, an important achievement fell on Sihtric and tormented him completely: you didn't get out of his head. It was ridiculous, totally, why would he think of a girl like you?

He was a man with physical needs, of course, but besides being a stripper it was not as if you were the only hot lady in the city (unfortunately the only one who gave him beer in the mouth wearing lingerie), and yet you haunted him in the most erotic way possible since the night of Osferth's birthday.

That was a shot in his ego, obviously. A shot? No, it was a real massacre against his pride. You see, he was not ashamed of your profession or of being attracted to you but with the idea of paying to have sex with a lady. He didn't need it, he never needed it, and he intended to keep not needing it — even after the conversation with Finan that night while they were waiting for the birthday boy.

"I'm not against strippers or anything like that, I just don't like the idea of paying to have sex," he said.

“Ya don't have to pay to sleep with someone, just in case you choose a lady of the night because - don’t tell me, it's her job to charge for sex,” his friend said bluntly.

"I know, but it's not real you know? I don't want to see a girl pretend to fake like in bad porn," the Dane replied low when he saw the waitress approach with another ale.

"Aye, she will only pretend if you don't treat her properly," Finan commented in a tone of obviousness. "You're overthinking about it, see Osferth, he was almost a monk and is being devoured at this moment by a ferocious fox."

And the same ferocious fox was being devoured in his thoughts at that very moment. He wanted nothing more to devastate the fuck out of you.

And that's what Sihtric intended to do by dismissing his mates at the typical pub and going to meet you. Things from work, he justified, driving to the club while continuing to fight the battle against his pride, asking what he tought being some employee if there would be a performance of the dancer whose artistic name — recently discovered by him — was Aura. The confirmation cheered him up to the same intensity that created a small focus of nervousness beneath the stoic and well-constructed feature of his face. Would you remember him?

No, of course not. How many men did you see in one night? How many passed by your bed? He was just another forgettable idiot who paid your bills.

It was informed that that night you would only be on a private stage (damn premium girl), which would make him pay obligatorily for dance and sex — something he obviously wouldn't do. Even though he received enough money to have a comfortable life, he knew that you were not a cheap girl and it was more than absurd for him the double payment. That's why he preferred to ask when you would be available on the other stages again.

Sunday on the main stage, they informed, and he waited restlessly for another day.

A great deal of shame warmed his body as he passed through the door of the club until the moment of sleep. What the hell was he doing? Waiting so long to have an uncertain moment with a girl who could reject him for a larger amount? That you would certainly do that. Where did his pride come from?

He was sure you had bewitched him. Damn Aura.

The rest of Friday night, the whole day of Saturday and the day and afternoon of Sunday were passed in great doubt as to how it should proceed, with rational peaks of not going to the club that night. But then, there he was in the same place last time waiting for the main show to start. (He wasn't proud of it).

Scarlet lights illuminated the center of the stage and you appeared covered with a red overcoat and gloves this time, hair stuck and walking in the direction of the central poledance right from the start. Your gaze ran along the audience from the left end to the right, quickly landing on it with a subtle smirk before the music started.

Standing there with your red coat on

French perfume looking vulnerable

Black widow girl you sit and wait

Till I climb into the web you made

Your performance was different this time, with so many layers covering your body that it limited your movements to the most simple. Until the glove was removed from one hand and a red smoke spread across the stage, with you distancing yourself a little from the poledance and throwing the piece in the direction of the audience anxious for your nudity.

I'm an animal, you got me losing control

The first button on the overcoat has been opened.

You got me losing control

The second came next, revealing some of the crimson lacy bra.

You got me losing control

The third exposed your skin even more, but not enough.

It's not right

Your hair was dramatically revealed to the audience and your head turned in the momentum of the music, taking on poledance with precise and sensual acrobatic movements that impressed him considerably.

I can't take it no more girl

I can't take this abuse

Every time that you walk in the room girl

I'm hypnotized by the way that you move

It's the way that you move

You were upside down with your thighs attaching your body to the structure, undoing the other glove and throwing it again towards the audience, who howl like hungry wolves. In the mismatched eyes of Sihtric your performance was more provocative and impersonal than the previous one, so far, creating a certain discomfort in him, placing him beyond what he had fantasized. That was your job and his sexual desire, nothing more than the basics.

Your position exposed the provocative garter that connected the bottom of the lingerie with the transparent stockings that made up your look, making you even more sensual and domineering especially when maneuvering the vertical bar so well and standing up effortlessly, facing the audience with while playing with the fourth big button of the piece that covered a part of your body.

You looked at the men who made up the audience, a great mix between businessmen, apparently normal men and visibly failed men. Your choice was obvious and rational as you approached a cunt who was proud of the Ralph Lauren suit and the shiny Rolex on his wrist. No word was said by you when collecting the roll of money and releasing the penultimate button with a satisfied smirk, putting the notes inside your bra.

You call me out at your beck and call

Set me up just to watch me fall

Twist and turn bend and sway

I move in then you push away

Sihtric held his breath for some seconds when your gaze found his, maintaining the connection by slowly approaching him like last time. But he was not Osferth, his cheeks did not turn red when you bent down to face him directly, nor when you signaled with the index finger so that he approached to the point that your sentence was audible only to him.

"Did you come back to see me, dear? That made me very happy. I hope you want to follow in the footsteps of your sweet friend too,” your voice was soft as velvet in his ear, not expecting an answer when you got up and continued to face him. "Unbutton the last one, sweetie."

His heart missed a beat when he was remembered by you. Damn it, he felt pathetic for his inner reaction but mirrored his fierce look, without the twinge of fun. Sihtric liked boldness and insubordination in his women and that made him truly truly fucking aroused, he wanted to fuck the shit out of you and wanted to see you fuck him like a real lady of the night.

“Good boy,” your superb smile sent a gust of heat to his cock and he hated how easily he was affected as a teenager at puberty.

I'm an animal you got me losing control

You got me losing control, you got me losing control

It's not right

No, it wasn't certain at all.

Now, without the thick layer that hid your soft curves from the hungry pack you moved more easily in poledance, curling up acrobatically like a cat in a tree. Sihtric got drunk with his sample body and rubbed his palms on the side of his pants to soften the tingling that took them, enjoying his performative and sensual show.

I can't take it no more girl

I can't take this abuse

Every time that you walk in the room girl

I'm hypnotized by the way that you move

It's the way that you move

Upside down again, you looked at him a few times as you moved your arms, crossed your thighs technically against the metal bar and changed position, always subtle and discreetly, but not for him.

I can't take it no more girl

I can't take this abuse

Every time that you walk in the room the room, I'm Hypnotized by the way that you move

It’s the way that you move

Yes, he was fucking hypnotized, so absorbed that he didn't hear the desperate appeals of the men asking to see more of your body. Idiots. All of them, idiots. You would be his lady that night.

I can't tell you the future, I may promise the moon.

Cause every time that you walk in the room girl, I'm hypnotized by the way that you move.

It's the way that you move

What happened when you withdrew from the stage was very fast, Sihtric got up at the same time as the previous idiot and followed the same dark corridor that Finan had gone. The security guards who were willing along the way went unnoticed by the determined focus of the Dane in his fervent steps, contrasting with the calm (excess of security) of the other man who also went looking for him. He waited to go to some administrative or security employee to get to you, not to your own person who arrived at the door of one of the rooms.

“Aura! Aura,” he practically screamed in your direction, watching you turn to face him with a satisfied smirk.

“Good to see you, big boy, I figured you were coming,” you purred as you faced him. "Would you like to come in so we can negotiate?"

Before his confirmation, the other man was opposed to what was being suggested. “Common babe, you won't waste time with anyone having a gold mine right here in front of you."

Fortunately your answer was satisfactory enough that Sihtric did not hold that cunt by the lapel of his ridiculous suit and crush him against the wall. The guy was nothing close to him physically speaking, but the weight of the wallet certainly made him believe that he could have anything he wanted, including you.

"I like to draw my own conclusions, sweetie, especially with those who arrive first." That's all you said as you held Sihtric's hand and guided him inside the room under the asshole's protests. He was probably right to call himself a gold mine and the Dane knew that. That worried him like hell. "Don't call him, guys like him are in droves out there with full wallets and bad sex. It's not my type."

"And what's your type?" He asked emotionlessly in his voice, seeing a malicious little smile form in your features.

“Handsome men like you; good boys, bad boys who need a lesson... it's a long list,” you replied bluntly.

The previous anger felt for him dissipated considerably with your response, recalling the reason for being there in the first place, but still keeping a small fraction in case he needed it.

"What if you're the one who needs a lesson?" His tone was intense and low, entering in your little game.

"Do you think I've been a bad girl?" You purred as you leaned on it, leaning your hands on the deliciously defined chest.

“I think you need a good lesson, babe,” he circled your hips with one hand, holding firmly on to his soft skin, enjoying the warm course the situation was taking. But there was still a small problem. "But before that I need to know about the price."

"... see, I'm an expensive girl but I get very well only with the dance, which makes sex an activity done only when I want and with whom I want," your explanation was categorical, but the sensuality remained in your manners. And then you revealed how much you normally charged and Sihtric was sure that his pressure dropped for long seconds and his eyes widened more than he wanted to show. At the same time that his world overturned furiously, your explanation did not stop.

"But I can always make exceptions for guys to make me cum nice and easy, which I hope is your case, handsome, someone with such beautiful eyes could not be disappointing."

The new suggested value thawed his blood and pumped it directly to the stick. It was still high, but less atrocious than the previous one. It was promising.

"And I have restrictions on certain fetishes, so I need to know what you like to do."

Ah, he really liked to please the ladies. He liked to fuck good and strong beautiful things like you, but he also liked slow and sensual sex.

It was natural for Sihtric to take control of sex, but there were no problems when the lady took the reins of the situation. In fact, he found it extremely aroused to see a girl in a position to take what she wanted from him. Although the dane appreciated a certain versatility, he preferred dominance. And that's almost what he answered.

"So, how do you want me, darling?" You asked as you leaned all over it again, shortening the distance between your lips. “Because I have some ideas, including knowing your name,”

"Mm," he buzzed satisfied only to practically growl next: "It's Sihtric, and I also have some ideas."

"Good," you surprised him with a warm and overwhelming kiss, wrapping the back of his neck with one hand and leaning the other on his shoulder. Sihtric devoured your mouth with an even greater ferocity, circling your back and squeezing your arse and claiming your body for him and only for him.

There was no fear or shyness in the way your lips moved against each other, tasting, biting, sucking, confronting each other. He squeezed your soft flesh and brought you impossibly close during the hot make out, grunting when you pulled the sensitive hair from the back of his neck and pulling your lower lip with your teeth.

"Bad girl," he growled, pushing your body to the edge of the bed and breaking the kiss reluctantly to say, "Take off your clothes for me, slowly."

You bit your lower lip and looked at him seductively, smiling with menace and leisurely lowering the straps of the bra before leaving your breasts in full display. His hands immediately met your warm flesh, holding firmly, squeezing and massaging vigorously.

"Did you like them, babe?" You sighed when he turned both halos between his fingers.

“A lot. You're fucking gorgeous, lady."

The lower part of the set was the next to be removed, slipping between its soft thighs with ease exhausted.

Not even in the most explicit daydreams would his mind have projected anything close to your magnitude. You were completely ravishing and he wanted nothing more than to devastate you. The Dane attacked the soft skin of your neck with kisses and incisive licks that made your body soften below him, your scent touching on all his senses.

Reluctant to move away from you, his clothes were then discarded and your hands flewed to explore the defined abs marked with some scars. He was a fucking view, especially all hard with pre cum leaking from the tip of his huge cock, holding the condom in his hands.

"Damn, handsome, we're going to have a lot of fun today. But this brand sucks, let me get a better one.”

The dane's answer was a proud smirk, diving over you when pushing you in bed, not wasting time in claiming every little piece of your body with his hands, lips and tongue. First kissing your, neck, collarbone to reach your velvety breasts, turning the halo before licking them and wrapping them around your lips, sucking and bitting like a hungry man, making you moan pleasantly.

“Mmm,” you purred with a smile and caged him between your legs, rubbing your warm intimacy against his thigh.

"Do you want more, babe?” He asked close to his skin.

“Yes Sihtric, give me more!”

“Mmm,” he lowered his attention down your stomach, kissing all the way until he reached your wet heat, groping from the bundle of nerves to the wet entrance. "Fuckin' pretty," his mouth watered in the vision of your perfect body and pussy, longing more than anything to taste and fuck you with his fingers.

Before Sihtric could ask for permission to do that, you took his hand and sucked his index and middle finger, leaving your eyes more open throughout the act. "I'm glad you liked it, darling, because at that moment I need to know what these fingers can do," your velvety voice made his cock squirm and his fingers tingle to satisfy you.

He didn't think twice about inserting a finger into his soft, wet walls, moving slowly to prepare you, biting your lower lip with a soft murmur.

"Hmm," you moaned with the delicious intrusion that came along with the thumb of the other hand on your clitoris, "just like that, babe."

"Are you enjoying it, darling?" He purred with a confident smile, leaning to kiss your stomach and tits.

“A lot,” you massaged his head and brought him closer to your skin, closing your eyes in delight and moaning slyly when he wrapped his fingers. "But I just want to cum on your dick tonight."

He let out a short, nasal laugh, removing his fingers from your walls and rubbing your fluids into your nipples. "What a shame, I wanted to feel you squeezing my fingers like you were doing just now."

"You'll prefer to feel my tightness somewhere else, pretty boy, let me ride this impressive big cock," you groped his chest with your fingers and captured his lips in a short and sloppy kiss, taking control by turning it to climb on his lap.

Allowing you to pick up the condom thrown on the bed, the Dane watched with a low grunt as you laid out the material along his length, pumping a few times to provoke him before taking your position by taking him inside your warm, wet and soft prison slowly. "Damn it," you closed your eyes and stopped halfway, "I need some time to take everything, you’re so big and good."

He held your hips and leaned his feet on the bed to contribute to your movements. “Take your time little lady.” Sihtric was really struggling to let your body adapt, but the delicious tightness of your cunt left him yearning for more.

Your hips got closer and closer to his groin, moistening the entire stretch until your finally reached the base with a long sigh. Sihtric's hands smoothed the sides of your body and handled your tits with dexterity while contemplating you and your body with admiration and lust. Finally.

His weekly torment was being solved and he would do his best to prolong it.

Your initial jumps were smooth, leaning your hands on his chest to establish a constant and light rhythm that made him grunt low in contentment. Although...

Although he was appreciating how your movements intensified, it was not the way he wanted you that night, but he could deal with it for a while, especially when he started hitting his hips with your own. Fuck.

“Hmm, just like that,” you moaned and leaned over to take his lips, which gave him the chance to wrap an arm around your back and hold your body against his, holding your arse with a big hand to fuck you in that position. “Fuck, you're so damn big,” you whined with pleasure on his lips. “It feels amazing,” your head fell into the crooked of his neck.

"Let me know when it's too much, lady, I don't want to hurt you," he wandered with strong breathing before turning your body in a quick and fluid movement down, taking over the top, rubbing his groin against yours.

There was no reluctance in the rhythm he established, reflecting on the way your legs caged him and your arms brought him even closer, making him more intimate than he thought you would like. But who was he to displease with such?

“Sihtric! Keep going!” You sang sweetly, contrasting with the previous dominating attitude, melting and releasing juices on his cock. He grunted in a particularly strong grip followed by a soft tow. “More!”

He hit that spot again and again and almost growled when your nails scratched his back, beating relentlessly at a maddening pace. He was mortally proud of the idea of taking an orgasm out of you so fast that his mind led him into an inconvenient trap: what if you were pretending?

No, he couldn't accept that.

Pressing his thumb on your pearl and sucking the sweet place in the conjuncture between your neck and shoulder, Sithric kept his movements focused on getting your pleasure, taking your breath out and making your body arch violently against his with a loud moan, squeezing him in every way for dear life, leaving him almost painfully motionless throughout your high.

You were a damn sight with eyes closed and mouth between open, then staring at you with a satisfied and open smile. "Fuck… if I had known it would be like this I would have let you fuck me in the middle of the stage... in front of all those idiots," you laughed and smoothed his face, "keep going, I want you to cum for me."

If the glorious connection between your bodies leading him to madness was not enough, your dirty words made it difficult to postpone the weight on his balls with each intense and deep thrust on your velvet walls. He was on the edge of the apex when he sank his face into your neck and grunted loudly, making his folds vibrate. It was too much to deal with.

His senses failed when he came strong and hot, filling the condom and your ear with idle and guttural sounds while squeezing your hip with a force that would be felt for days. Sihtric leaned on the opposite forearm so as not to deposit all the weight on you during the climax, delighting in the newly formed sweat where your breasts and his chest were.

"Fuck," the Dane slowly withdrew from your cozy interior and removed the used condom, visually looking for some disposal point inside the room. When you signaled the nearest dumper he drove quickly before falling to your side with irregular breathing and eyes momentarily closed. He was a fucking view.

“I hope it doesn't take long to recover because I need you to fuck me again,” you said after a short moment in comfortable silence.

A quick nasal laugh was his first reaction. "Mmm, you're a needy girl, aren't you?" His mismatched eyes shone with sensuality when they found yours, "don't worry, I intend to make good use of time."

An open and satisfied smile was the preceptor of your answer. “Good. I have more ideas."

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( modern!sihtric x reader )

summary: visiting a party with your boyfriend Sihtric ends with a dramatic event that has a effect on both of you.

warnings: alcohol, fight, blood, sexual content (+18)

word count: 2,2K

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Every month Uhtred was hosting the biggest party known. Everyone knew there is always happening something off, a fight, a break up or just drunken people laying everywhere.

You didn’t attempt to those party’s before with your girls, you where more the friend group type to go to the cinema or make a movie night with snacks and tee.

But as Sihtrics girlfriend you knew the day would come that you go there.

So you stand in front of the mirror finishing your look with some fake lashes. As you look at yourself you feel so sexy, your dress being short with no straps holding it and a slit that mostly shows your hip completely. You feel very much wearing less clothes then you have on.

It excites you to think about your boyfriends face when he sees you, teasing him with that dress.

You feel your cheeks burning up at that thought, rolling your eyes and taking a breath in to come back to reality.

As you look at your phone, seeing messages from your girl group chat about how sad they are that they couldn’t join you tonight, it knocks on your door.

You open the door and see Sihtric leaning in the doorway.

„Your escort service is here, lady“ he says with a cocky smile. And you stare him up and down. His tattoo showing from neck to the side of his head, his hair is braided and his beautiful miss matched eyes always making your knees weak. Wearing a black shirt, his sleeves are rolled up, the buttons are opened at the top reviling his chest and his mjölnir hanging from his neck underneath his shirt.

You both match together in completely black, looking like some hot mafia couple.

You are ready to go waiting for him to make room for you. But he is completely staring at your dress, that reveals almost your ass cheek.

„You can’t go out like that“ he says with worry

„Why? Your with me the hole night“ you says smiling at his actions, knowing your plan worked.

„yeah but people will stare at your body.. it is only for my eyes“ he says putting his hands on your hip, pulling you close. His cologne hits your nose, loving the scent of it. You put your hands on his chest looking up to him „I’m all yours babe“ and his lips meets yours with a loving and sloppy kiss, he taste like cigarettes and mint. You holding his shirt thigh moaning into his mouth as his big hands move down to your ass, giving you a spank that makes you squirm, his lips forming a pleased smile at your reaction . Kissing your lips again, he looks deep into your eyes.

„Okay, let's go otherwise we won't be able to get out of here“ you nood at him, closing your door and taking his hand into yours as you both exit the building.

Arriving at the house it already look completely packed, loud music and colorful lights coming from the building.

In front of the door Sihtric halts „after you my lady“

You smile at him shy, your hands grabbing back at him to find his hands again, he holds you hand and his other ghosting over your hip.

You go through the entrance hall searching for Osferth or Finan in the big living room. The people make all room for you, seeing Sihtric behind your back.

Then you see Osferth waving to you standing next to Uhtred and Finan in the kitchen. You go over to them greeting them. Sihtric leaving your touch, hugging his friends.

„The party is amazing, are you not worried that something will break?“ you ask Uhtred and he just laughs „they already broke everything important, so I don’t care anymore“ he says laughing. Finan gives you all a shot „Sihtric I am so happy you are finally here with your better half, I hope that will give you some control to not drink to much you can’t even handle“ and the boys all laugh before downing the shot.

The sharp taste when it runs down your throat making you burn as you scrunch your face .

Sihtric talks with Uhtred for a while, watching you drinking with Finan and Osferth. You play some drinking game and some other people joining you.

The time flys and you feel getting tipsy, laughing at every toast Finan says and Osferth already pouring in the next drink.

Sihtric hugs you from behind, looking at the drinking circle you three made.

„I think you need some water, babe“ and you nood.

He loves taking care of you. When he gives you water, you drink it out immediately.

„Can we go dance?“ you say turning your head back to Sihtric, you feel his grip getting harder.

He doesn’t like the idea of you dancing in that dress in the middle of the room.

„You know I don’t like to dance, sweetheart“ he says sounding sorry.

Osferth mentioning that he doesn’t feel so good, also looking a bit pale.

Finan claps at the back of Osferth „We can dance that will sober you up“ laughing at Osferth.

Sihtric trust his friends more than anything so he nods „then go dance with them, I will watch you sweetheart“ he says giving you a kiss on the head.

You take the two boys with you to the middle of the room, Finan shows you some funny dance moves he has and Osferth just existing, dragging his body some way to the music.

You feel yourself so loosen, moving your hips to the music with your eyes closed, feeling amazing.

You don’t notice that every other guy is looking at you, Sihtric of course noticed that the whole night.

He clenches his hand on the beer can, not really listening to the guy next to him . His anger growing at the guys looking at your body, but he doesn’t want to stop you of having fun.

He tries controlling his anger and you know that. You had seen Sihtric losing control over his anger before, when a guy cat called you on the street ending up giving that guy a good night punch.

For a moment you open your eyes, seeing Sihtric standing trying to hold together.

You both lock eyes and you feel aroused him looking at you like that, like your his and he is yours.

And then you see Osferth and Finan both next to Sihtric. Osferth pulling Sihtric after him, he just looks back at you, not wanting to leave you alone with drunken people.

You wonder what happened, remembering Osferth felt sick before from the liquor.

As you feel someone tapping at your shoulder and you turn. When the cat is gone the mice come out.

You look confused to the guy in front of you, tall and short hair that is braided, wearing a black shirt.

„hey are you alone here?“ he says smiling down at you.

You just look at him not giving any type of communication and you turn around and leave him.

You press yourself trough the crowd of people and you notice that he yells after you

„hey mysterious girl“

At the front door you turn and he nearly bumps into you at your sudden halt.

„What do you want“ you say with not expression, kinda pissed of that he didn’t get the hint.

„I want to get to know you“ he says smiling and he rubs his neck with one hand.

„I have a boyfriend“

„and? I think that isn’t a excuse“

You roll your eyes and get out of the house, the fresh air sobbers you up almost completely.

In front of the house in the grass the guy grabs your arm

„hey wait can’t I really get your number?“

You try to tear your arm out of his grip, when you hear a familiar voice.

„Hey stop touching my girl“ and Sihtric stand in front of you blocking the guy from you.

„Oh so she didn’t lie..“ the guy says letting go of your arm immediately and shrunken in front of your boyfriend.

„Why the fuck would she lie“ Sihtric yells at him, you notice that he snaps at that.

„I don’t know man, girls are like that“

And you don’t know what is going on in Sihtrics head but all he sees red. All that night the guys looking at you and controlling his anger but this was his last push. You take a step back.

Without a warning Sihtric punches the guy in the face, his nose bleeding. You stand there holding your hand in front of your mouth, when everything happens so fast.

Sihtric told you to take distance before so you do, always.

Sihtric continues punching him, Finan coming from out of nowhere getting Sihtric off that guy.

Osferth now looking better than before calming Sihtric down, but Sihtric only watches your reaction. His huge rough hands are covered in blood.

You take his hand and you feel he gets more calm.

After that Finan drops you of at your apartment with Sihtric. You both walk up in silence, he holds your hand thigh, not looking at you the hole time.

When you open the door you let him in first.

Your apartment seems smaller when he is here. He sits at your couch that also seems tiny now.

„ I clean you“ you say looking in your bathroom for some medical stuff.

You stand in front of him taking his hands, cleaning them. He feels burning hot. You wipe his face and then go down to his chest where are also tiny splatters of blood.

He looks up at you, his hands on the side of your ass. He looks so innocent and you feel it clenching between your legs.

His hand goes under the slide of your dress, his hand taking your bare ass cheek, massaging the flesh.

You point his chin up and looking down at him

„You know that was hella hot what you did for me“

He breath out sharply smirking „You know I would do anything for you“ he says with a hoarse voice, looking up into your eyes.

He immediately stands up capturing your lips in a hastily kiss.

You put your arms around his neck as his hands go under your ass pulling you up, your legs hugging around his body perfectly, holding you thigh to his body.

You both exchange messy kisses as he carries you to your bed and puts you down.

You unbutton his shirt hurriedly as he rapidly pulls your dress off. You lay there in only your underwear. His mouth wanders down from your mouth to your neck bitting and sucking on your skin as his hands knead your breasts. moans escape your mouth as he leaves marks on your skin.

He growls at you when his fingers feel the wetness between your legs. He pulls your underwear off and throws them somewhere in your room.

He kisses a trail down your body. As he puts your legs onto his shoulders, to keep you in position.

He kisses your inner thigh „All this just for me“ he says as his tongue licks in between your folds. You exhale sharply as he fucks you with his tongue, soft moans escaping your mouth . Like a man starved he eats you out, his nose is perfectly centered at your clit. You moans get louder as you feel your first orgasm rolling in.

You hand taking his hair, pulling harshly and moaning his name, that makes him growl between your legs. You see your vision go blurry and a loud cry escape your lips as your scream his name.

He comes up to you cupping your cheek and kissing your lips lustfull, you taste your own arousels on his tongue.

Your hands opening his belt and he pulls his trousers and underwear off as you catch your breath.

„I am not done with you babe“ he says smirking and you fall over him, kissing his lips hastily.

Your on top of him and feel his huge dick throbbing against your center.

„Now it’s your turn, getting taken care off“ you say smirking as you hold yourself steady on his chest as you directing his hard huge cock in your entrance. You both moan looking in his miss matched eyes while you slide down his huge length.

As you start riding him he puts his hands on your hips, helping you. The only sound in the room is your moans and the slapping sound of your two body’s.

As you feel your second peek coming in you look into his eyes, you both don’t break the eye contact. You slap him in the face as you ride him harder and you see how his jaw tightens.

„slap me again“ he says as you slap him harder. He starts whimpering and you slap him each time harder, you feel how this drives him wild. His hands lacing over your ass and you whine at the pain.

He starts moving his hips more to your motion and slaps your ass harshly. You moan his name as you reach your climax. Your walls tighten around his huge length making him come. You looking each other into the eyes as you finish both.

You collide onto him. He hugs your body and kisses your head as you both take your breath.

After a few minutes you stand up from him going over to your bathroom door, looking over your shoulder „want to take a shower?“ with a innocent smile.

And Sihtric immediately stand up following you under the shower.

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Authors note:

That was my first fan fiction and I hope you liked it! I would really appreciate some feedback.

Thanks for reading :D

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Literally me while reading...

This was absolutely beautiful and it hurt for real. I love the way you write Sihtric, how you take over the canon into the modern and transform it still keeping all the emotions and I loved how you took onboard all the other charakters. And only when I read to the end and was like whait... why is it over? ... I noticed this is Part 1. Yuhuuuu, waiting impatiently....

Wish I Didn't But I Do, Remember Every Moment On The Nights With You.

Cowboy!Sihtric x Reader

Part I

Title Comes From This Song:

You leave your small hometown behind, along with the man you loved. What happens when you are forced to reunite?

Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse and heavy drinking.

Dust and hardship, that’s all this place had ever meant to you, and as you turned up the dirt road, the old familiar smell of dust and heat filled your nostrils.

It had been years since you had been back here, and truth be told you never intended on stepping foot on this scorched earth ever again.

“Hallowed land,” your Grandpa had called it, but he was a mean old bastard who was too fond of using his belt as a means of punishment when you stepped out of line, and so this barren piece of dirt suited him.

“Can’t we do this over the phone?” you had begged Osferth when the mention of your Grandfather’s will came up and he sighed long and sad down the phone.

“Y/n, you really need to come down here in person, so there can be no dispute.”

And so here you were pulling down that old familiar dirt track, with distaste in your mouth and bitterness in your heart.

Osferth was waiting on the porch of your Grandpa’s cabin, he removed his hat as you approached and then of course there was Sihtric, because of course he would be there.

“Your Grandfather’s shadow,” you used to spit at him, the son he never had.

You had known Sihtric almost your whole life. 

Ever since your mama decided she couldn’t handle raising a kid on her own anymore and shipped you off here to live with your Grandpa.

Sihtric was a skinny little runt in school. His clothes were always too big and hung on him like rags and he always had lice in his hair.

His dad was a mean old drunk, who treated him like his own personal punch bag. Rumours always hung over their house that he had murdered Sihtric’s mama in a drunken rage one night. Official cause of death ruled she had fallen down the stairs, but if that was so, Sihtric had ‘fallen down the stairs’ one too many times too. 

The other kids shunned him and beat on him more, until at sixteen he eventually had enough and quit school to come work on your ranch.

Your Grandfather had given him the beaten old homestead on the outer edges of the ranch to live in and Sihtric did all the repairs himself and fixed it up proper, your Grandpa talked about it for weeks, going down many times just to marvel at the work Sihtric had done.

You hated him.

He barely spoke a word, always lingering around the edges, working long, hard hours and in many ways you thought he was more at peace with the horses than he ever was with another human being.

You’d caught his eyes on you more than once, and he always looked away as if he had been burned when your eyes would bore back at him. He knew you despised him and he didn’t know what to do to change that. 

Until the summer down by the creek when Uhtred had invited him around the campfire, and you drank whiskey that Finan had stolen from his father, and under the stars and music blaring from Uhtred’s truck your friends had adopted him as one of their own.

And you drank so much you could barely see straight, you had kissed him underneath the stars, feeling his heart flutter in his chest, it was his first kiss, and from the moment his lips touched yours, he could never get enough. 

From that night on Sihtric became one of your friends, he worked long hard hours on the ranch but the evenings were spent getting up to mischief and adventures with Uhtred, Finan and Osferth and slowly but surely, apathy towards him turned into young love. A passionate and wild young love centered around whiskey and bonfire smoke, and a million promises whispered under a million stars.

“I wish I had been nicer to you in school,” you whispered one night as you lay on his chest in the back of his open pickup truck.

“You were plenty nice,” he mused in his slow drawl and you twisted to examine his mismatched eyes.

“But I didn’t talk to you.”

He hmmd and twirled a piece of your hair between his fingers “But you never belittled me, or mocked me, or laughed when I couldn’t spell something right.”

Your eyes glistened with tears under the stars because sometimes you were reminded just how badly Sihtric had been treated, that simply not humiliating him was considered an act of kindness to him. That night you made love for the first time and when you held Sihtric against your breast he buried his face in embarrassment at the tears that slid down his cheeks onto your skin. He had never known what it felt like to be held and loved before and it made his heart so full that you would allow him to feel it with you.

Sihtric was there for you when your mom passed, holding you for hours while you sobbed so hard your ribs hurt.

When your grandfather had a heart attack and almost died it was Sihtric who kept the ranch in running order while you nursed your Grandpa back to health and when Sihtric’s own father was killed in a bar fight you were with him the night he punched a hole through the wall, knuckles bloodied and split when he found out his brother had gotten everything, he wasn’t even listed in his father’s will, and only because Uhtred and Finan threatened to send him to meet his father, Sven, relented and allowed them to return with Sihtric’s mother’s ring, and a photo album of her pictures. The only things he ever had of his mother. And after it all Sihtric had gone to your grandfather and asked him for his blessing to ask you to marry him.

Your Grandfather refused saying you were both too young, but Sihtric didn’t let it deter him, he always knew he would make you his wife someday. 

But you had always wanted more. More than small town gossip. More than marrying and popping out children and sitting at the same pew every Sunday. More than dirt and cattle and pickup trucks and your Grandfather’s heavy handed punishments but somehow Sihtric lessened all of that ever so slightly, until the day your Grandfather found you and Sihtric in his cabin and he beat you so bloody you spit on the dirt and swore you would leave if it was the last thing you did.

When your college acceptance letter arrived you had formed your getaway plan.

You and Sihtric were going to take a greyhound bus to the big city, you would go to college and leave this small town behind and begin your lives together. 

“Where are your bags?” you cried, smile slipping off your face when Sihtric stepped up to the bus stop.

His eyes glistened and you swallowed the lump in your throat “You’re not coming are you?”

He slowly shook his head and his gaze settled on the ground.

“Sihtric..I have to. I have to leave,” you cried and his eyes softened.

“I know,” he sighed “But I can’t come with you. My place is here.”

“Sihtric,” you begged, grasping for his hand  “Sihtric, please. Come with me. Your place is with me, our place is together.”

“You’ve never wanted this life y/n, and it’s not what you were made for. Gods you are so smart and you have a real chance of making something of yourself but that life is not for me, my place is here amongst the horses and land, and I refuse to hold you back.”

You were openly crying, grasping onto his hand for dear life when the bus pulled in.

“But I love you,” you cried and he cried too, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

“I love you more than life, but you know that I am right in this. I will be a weight around your neck and you will grow to resent me, and it will tear us apart. This way there will always be a chance you find your way back to me. You’ll know where to find me.”

You grasped him tight, savouring his all too familiar scent.

“I have to get on this bus,” you eventually broke the silence and Sihtric stepped back to allow you to gather your things.

He carried your suitcase up to the undercarriage and then both of you clasped each other again.

“I’ll call you when I get there, we can talk about this.”

“I’ve made my mind up,” Sihtric sniffed resolutely and then the driver honked the horn at you and Sihtric urged you forward with a nod of his head “Go,” he commanded and you clambered up the stairs in a daze. 

You watched him rooted in place as the bus pulled away, tears drying on his face and he lifted one hand up in a wave goodbye. This image would be burned into your mind for years to come.

Neither of you took the breakup well.

Sihtric threw himself into work and whiskey and you threw yourself into studying, even more determined to make something of yourself now, or else it would have all been for nothing.

Your Grandfather cut you off completely. He had expected you to marry and give him Grandbabies that would some day inherit his sacred dirt, “You are just like your mama,” he had spit the last time you spoke on the phone “This place is better off without you and I don’t wanna see you no more. You’ve broken that boy’s heart and he is more family to me now than you will ever be.”

You had tried to rebuild some sort of friendship with Sihtric but it became more and more awkward each call until eventually he stopped accepting your calls and then a few months later a letter arrived, it was in Sihtric’s childlike scrawl but you could tell he had enlisted Osferth’s help with spellings, but there in plain black and white he asked you not to contact him anymore.

To make it worse, Finan and Uhtred who had been your friends first to begin with seemed to have sided with Sihtric and you mourned the loss of their friendship too, Osferth who in time would become a lawyer and manage the financials of your Grandfather’s ranch was the only one who stayed in touch.

So you forged a new life for yourself, but you lost a huge chunk of yourself in the process.

Now you appeared cold and distant, and at times overly critical and ferocious in your attempts to succeed. You gutted that small town girl out from within, along with any tenderness you had ever felt for your small town past, including Sihtric. 

It was easier now to focus on his flaws and his cowardice and betrayal, and you let those emotions chip away at your heart until all that was left for him was bitterness and resentment, and eventually hatred.

A bitter taste in your mouth whenever you thought of him which only worsened when a few years later Osferth called you to break the news that Sihtric was getting married. 

You never received an invitation but you wouldn’t have gone anyway, it took place on the ranch and your grandfather had initiated it. You had creeped on Finan’s social media until you found the pictures of the day and you had to swallow down bile and disgust, alongside the whiskey you were downing.

When the news came through that your Grandfather was dying, you called him to talk and he once again confirmed that you were a disappointment to him, and he spat that you shouldn’t bother coming to see him, so you didn’t come. And then days later Osferth called to confirm his passing, you didn’t attend his service. You wouldn’t have come today either, only Osferth insisted it was the only way his will would be recognised.

“Let’s get this over with,” you sighed climbing the steps up onto the porch of the house you had grown up in.

Sihtric greeted you with a bow of his head, his hat in hand and you responded with a curt nod but kept your gaze forward as you all made your way inside to the kitchen table.

Nothing about the house had changed but you refused to let it choke you up, hardening your face and remaining stoic.

Sihtric’s cabin and all livestock on the property went to Sihtric. You had expected this so it didn’t come as a surprise.

The ranch and house itself went to you but you watched Sihtric fidget anxiously in his seat, you knew what he was thinking, you were going to sell this place out from under him, and you seriously considered it.

“There is however a stipulation,” Osferth added and you and Sihtric straightened up.

“Your Grandfather added a clause that states the beneficiary, which in this case is you y/n, must reside continuously in the property for a minimum of one year before any sale of the property may be allowed.”

Your heart sank a mile a second down to your toes “That surely cannot be legal,” you barked and Sihtric slunk back in his chair in shock.

“Unfortunately it is binding y/n, if you do ever wish to sell the ranch that is the clause.”

“That old bastard!” you spat, “Did you know about this?” you shot at Sihtric “Of course you did, his little shadow, how could you not!”

“On my word, I swear to you I did not know,” Sihtric pleaded.

“On your word,” you scoffed dryly “As if your word means shit to me.” 

Sihtric kept his eyes trained on the ground but his cheeks were tinged pink.

“I’m trapped here,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, “He found a way to trap me here finally.”

Osferth reached across the table and squeezed your hand “I tried to talk him out of it but he was set.”

You squeezed his hand back because ultimately you knew there was nothing anyone could do to sway your Grandpa’s mind once it was set on something.

When you called your business partner to break the news, the silence was deafening before he finally managed to weakly ask what you were going to do.

Your head was thumping and all you wanted was to get into your car and drive away and leave this place behind, leave it all to Sihtric and be done. 

“I don’t know,” you cried “It’s such a fucking mess.”

“Look, take a few days, I’ll hold down the fort here, I can email if I need anything.”

“Thank you Aldhelm, don’t know what I’d do without you,” you sighed and collapsed down on the sofa, trying to block the blinding light that was killing you.

You rummaged through cupboards until you found what you were looking for, whiskey and any amount of it too, and you began to drink yourself into oblivion.

You made your way out to the swing on the porch and watched the sun set down behind the mountains.

From the corner of your eye you could see Sihtric down on the outer edges rounding up cattle on his horse. His silhouette was like a ghost of your past and finally the tears that had been threatening to fall all day came in a flood and you clung to the bottle of whiskey like it was a lifeline.

“Y/n?” a voice called, pulling you from the depths of your despair and your head flung in the direction of your best friend in school’s voice.

“Gisela?” you gasped rising up to throw your arms around her, stopping in surprise at her swollen belly, which she rubbed shyly.

“He’s due any day now,” she beamed before taking in your appearance “Uhtred told me about the will, and I thought you could use a friend right about now.”

It was shameful and out of character but you were a sobbing mess in her arms when she pulled you close. 

She took a seat on the porch swing beside you and for a while you sat in silence watching Sihtric work.

“Have you decided what you’re going to do? She tested after a while and you shook your head sadly.

“I can’t stay here for a year. I’ve got a business to run, I have a life in the city but- but the alternative is I leave here and just let Sihtric handle business but I’m still tied to this place legally and financially and mentally I don’t feel strong enough to be bound to this place.”

“Were you really so unhappy here?” she tried gently, and your teary eyes sought out Sihtric’s silhouette again “Some of my happiest moments were here. But that life is gone now.” 

Gisela followed your line of sight and smiled sadly and what your words implied.

“Look, all I ask is that you don’t sell this place out from under him. It’s all he’s got. At least give us all a chance to pull together to get him some money to buy this place, he’ll never afford it on his own.” 

“All he’s got?” you scoffed and Gisela bumped you sadly.

“You should talk to him, see if you can work this out together.”

You considered her quietly, you couldn’t say what you really wanted to say, mindful of the fact that she was Sihtric’s friend too.

“I’m happy for you and Uhtred,” you smiled and she beamed “You guys were always perfect for each other.” 

“I did send you an invitation,” she smiled sadly and you squeezed her hand.

“I’m sorry I just couldn’t face it,” she shook her head in silent understanding, the ‘it’ that you couldn’t face was currently riding closer and closer your way and passed by with a gentle tip of his hat.

After Gisela left, you finished the bottle of whiskey and made your way out towards the stables.

Sihtric was brushing down the horses, unaware that you were watching him while he spoke gently to the animals and you wanted to soften to him but it just made you angrier.

“Are you happy?” you scoffed and he stopped his ministrations, turning to face you in shock.

“Y/n,” he tried but you cut him off.

“This was what you always wanted right? The animals, the land, the wife. Perfect little life. What did you think if you stuck by him enough he would give it all to you?”

“Y/n-” he tried again, taking a step towards you, face etched with hurt.

“I hoped he would too. I hoped he would leave it all to you, but here we are. You’ve got what you always wanted and I am trapped here again, miserable.” 

“I didn’t choose any of this,” he begged but you could not be placated.

“You might have stuck to him like a shadow, but he was my grandfather!” you spat and Sihtric rounded on you.

“Has it ever crossed your crazy little mind that the reason I stuck to him like a ‘shadow’ was because I never had a fucking father of my own? Not one that didn’t kick seven shades of shit out of me every single day. I’m sorry that he was so tough on you and that you hated it here, but he was the only adult who ever truly gave a shit about me and I loved him.” 

You had never once heard Sihtric raise his voice and it stunned you for a moment. 

“You blaze back in here thinking you know everything but you don’t know anything, because you weren’t here. You chose to leave, you had the choice, I didn’t..-So don’t come back here thinking you have it all figured out because you weren’t here.” 

“You say it like I abandoned you,” you quipped and Sihtric scrunched his face, and you could see him trying to swallow down his anger.

“You did,” he eventually sighed, so low you barely heard it.

“Sihtric, you left me! I wanted you to come with me, but you chose to stay. You left me.”

Sihtric took a step towards you, eyes locked on yours while you were both trying to silently communicate the hurt you had caused each other, and before you could fully comprehend, you were almost chest to chest and Sihtric was reaching for you.

“But it doesn’t matter now,” you whispered “We’ve both moved on, and after a couple of days I’ll be gone again.”

Sihtric stopped all movement toward you, his hand dropping down to his side and taking a huge step back. 

“I have to get back to work,” was all he offered and you returned to the big house alone and drunk with a head swimming in pictures of mismatched eyes.

A few days later Gisela called to invite you around to hers and Uhtred’s house so you made some homemade pie and made your way over and were formally introduced to Finan’s wife Eadith, “So this is the famous y/n,” she mused smiling kindly before pulling you into a hug “I’ve heard so much about you!” she mused with a knowing smile and you instantly loved her.

“There she is!” Finan almost roared, picking you up and spinning you around and you clung to him.

Uhtred was a little shier in his approach before finally deciding to just go for it and pull you into a hug. Uhtred’s silence had hurt almost as much as Sihtric’s, he was your oldest friend and at the time it had felt like he had chosen Sihtric over you.

“I’m sorry,” he hung his head in shame “After so much time had passed I didn’t know how to reach out.”

“It’s alright,” you smiled, brushing your finger under his chin so he would actually look at you, “It’s alright. It’s water under the bridge,” and he smiled his huge smile before ducking in for another hug where he nearly squeezed the life out of you.

The peace was disrupted when the porch door swung open and Sihtric arrived, a huge blue bear under his arm.

“Sihtric,” Uhtred laughed “The boy is not even here yet and you have already spoiled him rotten.” 

Sihtric grinned bashfully before dipping forward to place a kiss on Gisela’s cheek, he did the same with Eadith but paused when he got to you, leaning gently to press but the ghost of a kiss on your cheek, before he clasped hands with Uhtred, Finan and Osferth. 

Eadith and Finan left to collect the takeout and beers and an easy silence fell among the group as you stepped out onto the porch, sipping absentmindedly on a bottle. 

To your surprise Sihtric was already out there smoking, but you were calm and not drunk today so you went and stood beside him. 

“I’m going to be the baby’s godfather,” he announced proudly, breaking the silence and your heart swole. Sihtric had always been open about wanting kids and you had seen first hand how good he was with them.

“You have any of your own yet?” you asked and he took a long drag of his cigarette before shaking his head.

“I thought your wife would be here tonight,” you muttered looking down at the wooden slots of the porch and he turned slightly to face you, eyeing you before he simply replied “Nope.”

“What about you? I don’t see a ring on your finger.”

“I guess the whole love thing never really worked out for me,” you smiled sadly.

Sihtric’s eyes were boring into yours again and he looked like there was something he wanted to say but Finan’s truck pulled into the driveway and the words died on his tongue.

Uhtred lit a bonfire out the back and it felt like being a teenager again with music blaring and the drinks flowing. You and Eadith were like kindred spirits, dancing and laughing and you genuinely could not remember the last time you had felt so carefree, despite how much was on your mind, you felt young and reckless again. One thing was for sure though Sihtric never took his eyes off you the whole night, as he sipped on his own beer. And the longer the night went on, the more you kept hoping to meet his eyes and when you finally did it was like all time stood still. 

When Uhtred finally helped an exhausted Gisela to bed you took a seat beside Sihtric at the fire and he bumped your shoulder.

“Good to see you let loose,” he smiled and you hmmed.

“I haven’t felt this happy in years,” you admitted before you realised how sad that sounded out loud.

“You only smile like this when you’ve been drinking,” he noted and you couldn’t help but silently agree.

“Sihtric, where is your wife?” you finally tested and he smiled sadly.

“Woke up one morning, all my life savings, my car and her were  gone, divorce papers left on the table.”

“Sihtric,” you cried, turning to face him.

“I know,” he laughed “It’s like a bad country song, right?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, hands flying up to cover your mouth in shock as he laughed along too. 

“Ah, it’s not so bad I had already lost the love of my life long before then.” 

“Sihtric,” you sighed “Why didn’t you come with me?” 

“It doesn’t matter now,” he said softly “Like you said the other night, you’ve moved on.”

You sighed picking at a thread of the throw Uhtred had wrapped around your shoulders, “What if I hadn’t?”

“Don’t,” he begged, face crumpling in what looked like agony.

“Don’t you ever think about what it would’ve been like if you’d come with me?” you pleaded.

“Or if you’d stayed,” he shot back.

“I’ve spent all these years hating you, wishing you would just turn up at my door and tell me that you made a mistake, to tell me that I was enough.”

“Y/n, you were everything. Everything to me. You were always destined for more, for bright and beautiful things. I’m a small town idiot who can barely read. What on earth would I do in the big city except hold you back, get in your way and drag you down. I loved you enough then to let you go. I just hoped you loved me enough to return to me one day.”

You were crying softly and Sihtric took your hand in his, “I’m not going to ask you to stay forever, but could you find it in you to stay the year, and if you still feel the same I will buy the ranch.”

“But?” you asked, big glassy, pleading eyes examining his mismatched ones.

“But, if your feelings change towards this place, I won’t let you go without a fight this time,” he whispered, closing the distance and pressing his lips to yours, you melted into the familiarity of his lips and whimpered as his hands came up to your face. 

Tagging: @canyonmoon-2 @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @whitedarkmoonflower @thenameswinter99 @foxyanon

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Surrender

Sihtric x Noble!fem!Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Sihtric was secret, except from those closest to you. And ever the gentleman, Sihtric was determined for you to remain pure. But somethings, or some people, are just too tempting to resist.

Allure | The Last Kingdom

Sihtric x fem!Reader

Summary: The youngest daughter of Earl Ragnar, Y/n finds herself in a tumultuous relationship with Sihtric Kjartansson. Their violent first meeting sparks hatred. Amidst chaos, they forge an unexpected bond, blurring the lines between enemies and lovers.

they don’t know about us

sihtric x f!reader

synopsis: “they can’t know about us” a look into sihtric and uhtred’s sister, secret relationship and how they started and how they are now.

You are good

Sihtric x reader (female)

Summary: You don't trust Sihtric, but when you start seeing him the way he really is, you just want to be a part of his world.

Celebrations

Sihtric x reader

Summary: A celebration in Uhtred's hall leads to a mutual confession in a river.

Thank the gods

Husband!Sihtric x Wife!Reader 

Summary: Your husband comes home early, making an attempt to fufill your truest desire.

Yield to me

Summary: You and Sihtric are sent to Bloodhair's camp to spy, and apparently there is more to discover than the secret plans of the Danes.

the voice of my love

sihtric x female! reader

Summary: sihtric just really loves the sound of your voice

Something Nicer

Dad!Sihtric x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sihtric takes care of his family during the night of a storm. 

The Whore of Winchester

Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: Finan brought you a new client.

Feeling you

Sihtric x fem!Reader

Virgin Sihtric and Experienced Reader

Sihtric's Whore

Request: how about in season 3 when Sihtric 'betrays' Uhtred to go and spy on the danes, you try to stop him from taking the captives and then in the morning even though he doesn't mean it Uhtred scolds you in front of everyone for just 'letting him go'

The Quite One

Sihtric x fem!Reader

Series: What a Fool

Finan x reader, Sihtric x reader

Description: with so many strong and courages, not to mention handsome, warriors around, it was only a matter of time before you fell for one- or even two. Finan and Sihtric both catch your eye but is one of them only using you for fun and games?

Indelicate proposal

Sihtric x fem!Reader

Summary: an unexpected proposal leads to more unexpected actions as you discover the surprisingly soft core of the young warrior seeking your attention.

Sihtric x Reader

Summary: Set during season 5 episode 10 in which Sihtric, Finan and Reader get interrogated in Bebbanburg.

My Woman. My Woman. My Wife.

First Kiss

Sihtric x reader

You have my word (part 4)

Sihtric x Reader

Summary: Two years after Uhtred had approved your marriage with Sihtric, you felt something was missing.

modern sithric x reader

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Series: The One

Sihtric x Reader

Summary: Modern Y/N suddenly finds herself lost in the 9th century, in the middle of a war between Danes and Saxons. Her journey will reveal her destiny is bound to no other than Uhtred of Bebbanburg.

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• B-Rabbit/PapaDoc!girlfriend (reader)Pt1

• B-Rabbit/PapaDoc!girlfriend (reader)Pt2

• Quickies with B-Rabbit (+18)

• Living with B-Rabbit

• B-Rabbit have troubles to said "I love you"

• B-Rabbit with a girl from the fancy side of 8 mile

• B-Rabbit x reader as Lily's caretakers

• Marshall Mathers x reader where he saw her on dreams

• Waxhouse!Slim Shady x reader

• Marshall Mathers x reader (MTV 1999)

House of the Dragon

• Aegon II Targaryen x sultan!ocfem (+18)

• Modern!Aemond Targaryen x autistic!reader

• Hockeyplayer!Cregan Stark x reader

• Cregan Stark x targ!reader(+18)

• Cregan Stark x targ!reader

• Rhaenyra Targaryen x Sihtric Kjartansson

• Much more on my Ao3

Saltburn

• Michael garvey x witch!reader

The Hunger Games

• Peeta Mellark x snow!reader

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The Last Kingdom

Sihtric Kjartansson

Modern AU, Criminal x Detective!reader

Sihtric is drug lord you have been trying to catch for months. You are finally at the right place at the right time. Will you be successful at arresting him this or will he slip through your fingers once again?

2. Sihtric Kjartansson x wife!reader

Sihtric comes back from war and can’t wait to see his wife

3. Sihtric Kjartansson x Reader

Just Sihtric and Uthred’s stubborn sister separated from the rest in a forest after an attack

4. Sihtric Kjartansson x Reader

Sihtric and Uhtred’s sister wants to get married but for that to happen they need Uhtred’s blessing…which may not be so easy to get

5. Sihtric Kjartansson x Reader

Sihtric is badly injured and Uhtred and his gang of bastards takes him to the nearest healer available

Finan

1. Finan x nun!Reader ft Osferth

Osferth having a mental breakdown as he watches Finan get a little too close with a beautiful nun. Osferth’s pov

Bad Boys

Armando Aretas

1. Armando Aretas x Doctor!Reader

There might be a reason why Armando gets into too many prison fights

2. Armando Aretas x UndercoverCop!Reader

Everything is a cruel twist of fate

3. Armando Aretas x Undercover Cop!Reader

Falling in love while undercover is not a fairy tale

4. Armando Aretas x Detective!Reader

It’s not easy catching Armando, especially when he is always one step ahead of you

5. Armando Aretas x Detective!Reader

Armando lured you to him, but for what?

6. Armando Aretas x Reader

Armando will always save the woman he loves

7. Armando Aretas x Detective!Reader

You finally got a chance to interrogate Armando, but unfortunately there is not enough evidence to keep him in custody, which frustrates you. Armando on the other hand is enjoying the interrogation session

Fast and Furious

Dante Reyes

1. Dante Reyes x Reader

Just Dante and his girlfriend getting a little steamy while he talks about his revenge plan

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House of the Dragon

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Before the Sky Falls Masterlist (Aemond Targaryen x OC)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ For Whom the Bell Tolls | HOTD World War 2 AU

(Soldier! Aemond Targaryen x Nurse! Reader)

Oneshots

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I hate you I love you (Cregan Stark x Fem! Reader)

The five times you told Cregan Stark you hated him, and the one time you actually meant it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I want to fly with you on dragonback (and eat only cake) (Alicent x Rhaenyra)

Basically the title. Rhaenyra finally gets to take Alicent on that dragon ride and eat cake....and maybe kiss the girl she loves.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Like an old melody, my heart resumes (Daeron x Fem! Reader)

Parts: 1 / 2  / 3

After years apart and with several misunderstandings between them, you meet Prince Daeron at what is meant to be his betrothal feast. When secrets and unspoken desires come to light, you and Daeron are faced with a choice: to let go of the past and embrace a love that has always burned between them or allow your tumultuous history to keep you apart.

The Last Kingdom

Oneshots

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you

(King Alfred x POC! Fem! Reader)

Parts: 1 / 2

You are a prominent scholar from Baghdad, visiting Wessex to learn more about English culture and try to help its ailing monarch with your medical expertise. However, conflict arises when you find yourself falling for the Catholic king, knowing he cannot give you what you deserve.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Valhalla Bound  (Finan x GN! Reader)

During the ransacking of Rumcofa, you save Osferth thus exchanging his fate for yours. aka you die and Finan's reaction to that

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Night Terrors (Sihtric x GN! Reader) 

Sihtric has a nightmare, and he accidentally snaps at you. What comes after is the most awkward confession of his life and you are oblivious af.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Praying's just a poor man's way of begging 

(Sihtric x Fem! Reader) 

You are Earl Ragnar's youngest daughter and the boy you've spent many pleasant afternoons with as a child was none other than Sihtric Kjartansson. Reunited after years apart, will the two of you be able to face the truth of your feelings or will it all end in heartache?

In this labyrinth of time, our souls entwined

(Modern AU Finan x Fem! Reader)

Finan and his friends witness a bar fight during their night out and Finan feels a magnetic connection to the hero of the fight. This can be read on its own but it can also be seen as a continuation of my earlier fic Valhalla Bound where you died and now your reincarnation meets Finan's in another world and that's why you seem so familiar.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Go ahead and cry, little girl (Aethelstan x Fem! Reader)

You are Sihtric’s daughter from his first wife. Your mother dies after he leaves her for his current wife and you blame him for his death. Aethelstan is yoiur dearest childhood friend.

Ateez

Series

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Danse Macabre Masterlist (Jeong Yunho x OC)

Oneshots

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Pirate Ateez Masterlist

Percy Jackson & the Olympians

Oneshots

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I don't want your sympathy (i just want myself back)

(Luke Castellan x GN! Child of Hypnos Reader)

Terribly injured after returning from his quest to the Garden of Hesperides, Luke Castellan turns to the only person who can help him sleep.

Criminal Minds

Oneshots

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Steady Your Heart in Mine (Spencer Reid x GN! Reader)

Exam season brings you a lot of stress and Spencer Reid is there to walk you through it. Established relationship, descriptions of anxiety and panic attacks.

Lockwood & Co.

Oneshots

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I thought I dreamed her (Lucy x Lockkwood)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I love you forever, I'm not a dreamer (Lucy x Lockwood)

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes:

Series

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ These Violent Delights Masterlist

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One Call Away (Masema x Sihtric Modern AU)

A/N: HAPPY MASEMA MONDAY!! It's finally here! This strange little piece of depravity came about after being peer-pressured by the Arnas girlies over on discord, so you can blame them (iykyk). (This fic also puts me officially over 200k published words and I am stoked!) Divider is by @/zaldritzosrose, moodboards are by me!

Rating: E

Wordcount: 4,360k

Summary: Masema and Sihtric meet at a BDSM club that Masema works at.

TWs: Weird crossover. Bdsm. Dom!Masema. Sub!Sihtric. Hookup. Paid Sex. Sex Club. Semi - Public Oral Sex. Hair Pulling. Praise Kink. Bondage. Cock Warming. Face Fucking. Choking. Semi - Public Masturbation. Sex Toys. Rope. Little Dirty Talk. Anal Sex. Facial.

Taglist: @gemini-mama @foxyanon @legitalicat @thenameswinter99 @arcielee

@sihtricfedaraaahvicius @whitedarkmoonflower @zaldritzosrose

Masema was bored. His shift at The Wheel, the bdsm club he worked at, was going slow as fuck and he was bored out of his fucking mind. The only high point of his shift so far had been the flogging demonstration, but even that had only perked his interest for a few minutes until he realized it was a demonstration for beginners and they weren't teaching anything new.

It was midweek so the club was near empty, and the only patrons who didn't care about going to work in the morning seemed to be other dominants, or pairs, no submissives. No one *interesting*.

That was when Masema saw him. The young man who walked through the curtained doorway and into the main room of the club was one of the most alluring men Masema had ever seen.

He had the most peculiar haircut, it was long on one side and completely shaved down on the other with a single small braid dividing the two sides. Masema caught flashes of silver glinting in the strands under the club lights. He was wearing tight, black leather pants with a black sleeveless shirt, made from a shimmery, almost translucent material and Masema could see the play of muscle underneath. His arms were completely bare save for one thing which made Masema's blood begin to pool in his groin and his cock stir. The neon blue wristband that the club issued to patrons who were there looking to Sub.

The pretty thing looked like he was made to be on his knees and Masema would be happy to put him there.

Sihtric was nervous, butterflies rolling in his stomach and he absent-mindedly fiddled with the neon blue wristband that the receptionist at the club had issued him. The wristband that marked him as a Sub looking to pick up a Dom for the night.

He had come to The Wheel at the recommendation of his roommate Finan, the Irishman telling him that it had an excellent reputation and he would be able to find what he needed there.

Sihtric wasn't even sure what it was that he needed but there he was, on a random wednesday night, paying a ridiculously expensive cover charge to find someone who will help him relieve the itch under his skin. The itch that had been persisting for weeks and made him short tempered and irritable.

The club itself looked good, the building was new, modern, and the reception area had been clean and welcoming without giving away a hint of what kind of club it actually was. He had paid his cover, took his wristband and was directed down a hallway with a curtained doorway at the other end. As he got closer he could hear music and the faint sound of leather on leather.

He was momentarily disappointed when he stepped past the curtain and saw that the main room was near empty and the few solo dominants he could see, marked by a bright red wrist band, were not his type at all.

Then Sihtric spotted him.

The man was sitting at one of the padded benches nestled in the back corner of the room. From what Sihtric could see, the man was tall, taller than Sihtric and he had a bored look on his handsome face. His hair was long, tied back into a top knot so his face was unobstructed and shaved short on the sides. He was wearing blood red leather pants that looked painted on; they were so tight, paired with a black leather vest with a vee so deep it exposed his muscular chest down to his bellybutton. His arms were thickly corded with muscle, large enough that he could probably put Sihtric in his place and hold him there and suddenly Sihtric wanted nothing more.

They made eye contact across the room and Sihtric saw the way the other man straightened up, the aura of authority settling over him as he grinned at being noticed.

Masema didn't stand, didn't move at all beyond sitting up taller in his seat and he raised one eyebrow and looked pointed at his feet.

Sihtric crossed the room quickly, weaving past the few patrons in his way until he reached the other man and dropped to his knees faster than he ever had in his life. His hands settled behind his back as he kept eye contact with the other man, waiting to see what would happen next.

Masema had been right, this pretty Sub looked so perfect on his knees and he took his time getting a better look at him. The mismatched coloured eyes were a surprise, he had never met another person with heterochromia like his own before and thought they suited his angular face beautifully.

He cupped the side of the other man's face, his thumb brushed across a faint scar that ran across his cheek.

“Have you submitted before?” he asked and held back a grin as the Sub before him nodded yes.

Good.

“You will not speak unless I have asked you a specific question or to use your safe word. You will address me as Sir. Understood?”

Another nod.

“Yes Sir,” he answered, his voice soft, sweet like honey and begging to be wrecked.

“What is your name, pretty thing?”

Sihtric considered lying, of giving a false name to this stranger but the desire to hear his name in that rich voice won out.

“Sihtric, Sir,” he answered, meeting the man's eyes steadily, noting the way his pupils had already expanded, swallowing all hints of colour. It made his gaze dark and hungry and Sihtric's cock rock hard in his pants.

Masema noticed how Sihtric was trembling already, a fine tremour in his limbs and the Dom knew that he couldn't take it too far, too hard, not tonight, but he would love making this man fall apart.

He spotted one of his coworkers getting ready to start another demonstration, pulling out one of the club's Saint Andrew Crosses and while it didn’t pique his interest exactly, it did give him an idea.

“Sihtric… you're going to keep my cock warm while I watch the next demonstration. Can you do that for me, pretty thing?”

“Yes Sir.” Sihtric barely held himself back from shuffling forward and reaching for the Dom's trousers. He hadn't been told not to move but he had a feeling the Dom would appreciate the restraint.

Masema tightened his grip in Sihtric's hair and grinned at the hitched breath. Oh he was perfect, Masema thought, running his fingers through his surprising soft hair and noting how Sihtric leaned into the touch.

“Good, come here.”

He used his grip in Sihtric's hair to guide the other man towards him, while he reached down with the other hand to unlace his pants. His pants were too tight to pull down much but he was able to open the front enough for him to take his semi hard cock out.

Sihtric knew he was staring but he couldn't stop. The other man's cock was.. big, Sihtric wasn't small himself but even he felt a touch of envy at the sight. It was thick and long and his mouth watered at the thought of swallowing it down and choking on it. It had been too long since he had been able to go down on another man.

Masema used the hand in Sihtric's hair to guide him forward. “Open up.”

Sihtric opened his mouth wide and let the Dom guide the head of his cock across his tongue and into the warm depth of his mouth until Sihtric's nose pressed to warm skin. Even half hard the cock filled his mouth but Sihtric was still able to settle comfortably against the Dom.

He tasted clean, like soap with just a hint of salt as he leaked a little onto Sihtric's tongue. Sihtric swallowed around his mouthful, he couldn't help himself but then forced himself to relax.

Masema held back the urge to push further as the wet, warm heat of Sihtric's mouth enveloped his cock, resisted the urge to shove deep and make Sihtric choke on it. He could save that for later, after he had the pretty thing keep him warm and relaxed.

He grinned as he ran his fingers through Sihtric's hair again and watched as the Subs' eyes fluttered shut and his shoulders relaxed, all the hidden tension leaving his body. The poor thing needed to be taken care of so desperately.

Gods, Masema couldn't wait to wreck him.

Sihtric let his mind drift, let his worries fade away and just focused on the pleasant way his mouth was stretched full, the barely there ache starting in his knees on the hard floor of the club. He fantasized briefly about all the ways the Dom could use him before he pushed the images away and just waited.

It wasn't a long demonstration, a bit boring as Masema's coworker barely made the Sub strapped onto the cross scream, and Masema passed the time by imagining all the ways he would do a better job with Sihtric under his crop.

Next time maybe.

For now he had a different idea in mind as the demonstration ended and Masema slipped his cock from Sihtric's warm mouth. He tugged on Sihtric hair to get his attention and petted him until the hazy look left his eyes.

“I'm going to fuck your mouth now pretty thing.” He watched the colour bled out of Sihtric's eyes as his pupil expanded with arousal. “What's your colour?”

Sihtric was slow to respond, mind still sluggish from how he had drifted. “Green.. Sir.”

Masema fed Sihtric his fingers first, pressing them deep and pressing down on his tongue to make Sihtric open his mouth wide. His other hand reached down and stroked his cock to full hardness, jerking indulgently from base to tip until it was leaking heavily from the head, dripping down the side and over his knuckles. He then took his cock firmly by the root and ran the leaking head first across Sihtric's plush lower lip then he teased it across his tongue, barely giving the other man a taste before pulling away.

He chuckled darkly at the desperate whine Sihtric let out and felt the moment Sihtric tried to lean forward, chasing the taste of his cock before he remembered himself and settled back down on his knees patiently.

“Tsk Tsk tsk,” Masema mocked, “so impatient. Do you want my cock, sweet thing?”

Sihtric whined and nodded as well as he could with the Dom holding his face the way he was.

Masema slid his cock against Sihtric's tongue again and paused with just the head inside the Sub's mouth. He stroked the base of his cock, encouraging a dribble of white to escape and pool on Sihtric's tongue.

Sihtric whined again but managed to stay still this time.

“Good boy.”

Sihtric outright moaned at that, the sound covered some by the club's music but clear to Masema all the same.

The pretty thing liked to be praised.

Masema filed that thought away for later as he pulled his fingers free of Sihtric's mouth and cupped the back of his head, uncaring of the saliva and precome he smeared in the Sub’s hair. He slid his cock in, inch after inch, watching with growing arousal as he was able to fit most of his cock down Sihtric's throat before the Sub’s eyes began to water and he made a faint choking sound.

Masema waited to see what Sihtric would do but he gave no signal to stop so Masema kept going. He set a slow but deep pace, in and out, in and out, gaining speed as Sihtric's throat opened up and was able to take him even deeper.

Masema panted as he fucked into Sihtric's throat on each thrust, as tears pooled in the corner of the Sub’s pretty eyes before they spilled down his cheeks.

He tossed his head back and moaned as his ball drew up, tight and aching as he chased his release in that warm cavern. Fucking forward hard enough they slapped against Sihtric's chin each time he bottomed out in his throat. He could feel the vibration of Sihtric's moans around his cock and it helped to push him right to the edge.

“Fuuuck I'm close,” Masema moaned, dropping his chin to his chest so he could watch the way his cock stretched Sihtric mouth wide. “Do you want my cum, pretty thing?”

Sihtric moaned at the question and pushed forward, taking that huge cock even deeper, wanting to taste the other man's cum so badly. He swallowed around the head of his cock and was finally rewarded with spurt after spurt of the hot, salty fluid as the Dom came down his throat.

Sihtric made sure to swallow every last drop before he leaned back and let the now spent cock slip from his mouth. On instinct he opened his mouth wide, to show the Dom that it was empty. His cock was so hard it hurt, throbbing in the confines of his leather pants.

He watched as the Dom panted heavily, catching his breath before he ran a hand along the top of his head, slicking back the few strands of his long hair which had fallen into his face from the exertion.

“Touch yourself for me, pretty thing.”

Sihtrics face burned with embarrassment as he followed the Dom's command and pulled his cock from his pants. He felt strangely exposed having his cock out in a room full with other people watching, especially considering that he felt none while he kept the other man cock warm. His nerves were soothed as surprisingly tender fingers pet through his hair.

“That's a good boy, cum.”

That honeyed voice calling him a good boy pushed him right to the edge and he came on command. He continued to jerk his cock as he spilled over his fingers and onto the floor of the club, hot and sticky and oh so good as his mind completely whited out.

After cleaning up their mess they parted ways and Masema pressed a business card into Sihtrics hands.

“If you ever want to do that again” he murmured before walking away without another glance, disappearing back into the club.

‘Masema Dager Dominant The Wheel - call to book a private appointment’

Sihtric thought about that night many times over the following months, often while lonely in his own bed, and thought about that shiny black business card stamped with such simple but devastating information.

Masema was a professional Dominant.

Sihtric had been disappointed at first, thinking that the other man had only sought him out as part of his job and 3 shots of tequila too many at their next night off together he confessed as much to Finan.

Finan had laughed him off, explaining that staff on the club floor had the benefit of choosing only who they wanted. If Masema had played with him then it's because he wanted Sihtric, not out of duty or obligation.

The relief he had felt had been immense and he desperately wanted to take Masema up on his offer but it was still months before he worked his way up to calling that number. Months of lonely nights and mediocre, vanilla one night stands before that itch under his skin had gotten so bad he couldn't ignore it anymore.

The private appointment cost substantially more then the basic cover charge for the club, enough to make Sihtric burn with shame but he *wanted* the other man again so badly. They emailed him a form to fill out, a more comprehensive list allowing him to set his limits and with a very clear disclaimer that echoed the words Finan had told him. Staff are never expected to take sessions in a sexual direction, that the focus was on the power dynamics and if they do so it is entirely at their own discretion.

Sihtric was just as nervous this time around as he had been the first time he went to The Wheel. He was so nervous he bummed a smoke off another patron outside the club and sucked it back before heading inside, a mint melting on his tongue to hide the taste of nicotine and smoke.

Masema had waited impatiently for Sihtric to come back to The Wheel and see him again. He had almost given up hope when he saw the personal session added to his calendar for that night, had recognized the name on the listing and had spent the first part of his shift pacing, waiting, eager for the time of the appointment.

Sihtric had looked so pretty with his mouth stuffed with Masema's cock, with tears spilling down his cheeks and Masema was looking forward to taking him apart again. To bending him over and fucking his sweet looking ass until he cried.

As the time for the appointment neared he made his way to his assigned room where he would get ready and meet Sihtric. The private rooms at The Wheel were simple yet comfortable. Each room was equipped with the basic tools that any employee would need, props, toys, restraints, and plenty of lube, massage oil and bruise salve. The lights were dimmed to help set the mood and should the scene run towards a sexual nature, a double bed piled with pillows and soft linens.

Masema had decided to dress down for this appointment, he wanted something easy to remove, and was dressed just in a pair of red sweatpants which did nothing to hide what he was packing and a plain white t-shirt which was stretched thin over his bulging shoulders and pectoral muscles.

When Sihtric arrived Masema saw immediately that the Sub had cut his hair, both sides were shaved short but he had left the top long enough to curl over his forehead. He was wearing a tight black, long sleeved t-shirt with a logo for a band Masema had never heard of before on the front and a pair of black cargo shorts.

He looked good.

Masema stripped his shirt off without a word and bit back a grin as he greatly enjoyed the way Sihtric's eyes immediately zeroed in on his chest. He watched as the Sub licked his lips and his eyes darkened.

Sihtric's brain short circuits when Masema removed his shirt, breath catching at the sight of his huge, muscular arms and the definition in his chest and abs. The other man looked like he could pick Sihtric up and fuck him against a wall, or hold him down and just make him take it.

Sihtric thought it might be weird or awkward, being here again but that wasn’t the case at all. All it took was a twitch of that eyebrow and a pointed look and Sihtric once again found himself on his knees at Masema’s feet. He was already hard in his short, eager to see what the Dom had in store for him this time.

They kept eye contact as Masema stepped up to Sihtric and the Dom cupped his cheek.

“Ready?” He asked, his voice already deepening with his arousal.

“Yes.” Sihtric answered airily and he gasped sweetly as Masema moved his hand into his hair and pulled, hard.

“What was that?”

“Yes Sir” Sihtric amended, “I'm sorry Sir.”

“Get me hard,” the Dom commanded, pulling his sweat pants pulled down just enough for his cock to hang out and he groaned as Sihtric got right to it.

The Sub took his half hard cock into his hot mouth and swallowed him down, bobbing his head and sucking hard until Masema was as hard as a rock and leaking heavily on his tongue.

Masema pulled Sihtric off his cock and the Sub whined sadly but waited patiently for Masema’s instructions.

Masema slapped his cock against the side of Sihtric’s face, leaving behind a mess of saliva and precum, a mark which felt like a brand, a claim of ownership which made heat build in Masema's chest.

He needed to be inside the pretty man at his feet and he needed it now.

“Strip.”

They both get fully undressed and Masema finally gets to see what Sihtric was hiding under his clothes. He was surprisingly muscular, his muscles almost as cut as Masema's, only less bulky than the Dom.

The most surprising thing though was the multiple tattoos which adorned Sihtric's body.

He had a half sleeve on his left arm with intricate bands of runes and viking symbols spreading from wrist to elbow. It hadn't been there the last time Sihtric had visited The Wheel, the tattoo still slightly pink and fresh looking. There was a stylized tree with more viking symbols hidden between its branches over his heart and as Masema got the Sub bent over the end of the bed he could see the large black wings which spread across Sihtric's shoulder blades and down his spine. He had a line of runes down the middle and the wings had an intricate knot design inside.

Masema licked along the edge of one of those wings as he pulled Sihtric's wrists one at a time to the small of his back and secured them together with a length of silken rope. Winding blood red over pale wrists and forearms.

Arms secured, Masema guided the Sub further up the bed and positioned him so his chest was pressed down on the mattress while his perfect arse was in the air. Exposed and begging Masema to take a bite, which he did. Not hard, just a nip of teeth but Sihtric moaned so sweetly that he did it again, harder. Hard enough to leave a perfect imprint of his teeth in the ample flesh and to make the other moan moan even louder, desperate and needy.

As Masema admired his handy work he caught a glint of red, intrigued he gripped both of Sihtric arse cheeks and spread them apart to reveal a surprise nestled between them. The bejeweled end of a decent sized plug.

“So desperate for my cock, pretty thing?” he mocked as he teased the Sub with the toy.

“Such a greedy little slut, already stretched out and wanting to get fucked.” He crooned as he pulled the toy out until only the tip remained inside and watched as Sihtric's rim fluttered around it before pushing it back in.

“Are you my greedy slut, Sihtric?”

He slapped Sihtric's arse when all he got in response was a moan. “I asked you a question, pretty thing.”

“Yes… yes I am your greedy slut, Sir.” Sihtric gasped out as Masema angled the up so it brushed against his prostate with each pass against his walls.

Masema fucked him with the toy until he had the Sub whining and rocking back with each thrust as he chased the press of plastic against that spit which made him see stars. He wanted the Dom's cock inside him so badly and he bit down on the fabric below him to stifle the urge to speak without permission.

Luckily for Sihtric it seemed that Masema's was finally done teasing him and pulled the plug from the tight clench of Sihtric arse and tossed the plug carelessly on the floor before he climbed up on the bed behind Sihtric.

He grabbed the subs hip in one hand while with the other guide his leaking cock to Sihtric's gaping rim and lined them up. He is unrelenting, pushing his cock into the hot depth of Sihtric's body inch by thick inch until his hips pressed to Sihtric's arse and he was as deep as he could go.

“What a greedy hole you have, just sucks me right in,” he groaned as he gave Sihtric a minute to adjust before he set out to give the Sub the fuck of his life.

Masema prides himself on having amazing stamina, so he fucked Sihtric hard and fast until the pretty thing was gasping breathlessly and on the verge of spilling before he slowed to a crawl. Rocking his hips in slow circles before starting the cycle all over again.

He lost all track of time, not caring if he went past the allotted appointment time, as he continued to edge the Sub until he could see the spill of tears down angular cheeks and the other man was reduced to mindless begging.

Sihtric didn't mean to break the rules but he couldn't stop the words which were spilling from between his lips. The feeling of Masema's cock splitting him open and filling him was too perfect and his own cock hurt from how long the Dom had been fucking him, keeping him on the edge and not letting him cum.

Normally Masema preferred his Subs to not speak unless spoken to but Sihtric begged so prettily that he allowed it and in fact worked even harder to make the pretty thing beg louder. Fucking him even harder, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room and mixing with the sounds of the Subs voice.

“You can come from my cock or not at all,” he growled in Sihtric ear as he bent over the Subs back to get an even better angle to fuck him with. “I know you can do it, my good boy.”

Those words served to be the final push Sihtric needed and he came completely untouched, thrashing and screaming out as Masema fucked him through it.

After he was done Masema untied him, and pulled his boneless body to his knees as Masema stood over him and jerked off until he came over Sihtric's pretty tear stained face.

Sihtric knelt there in a daze as Masema dropped to his own knees and cupped Sihtric's filthy face in his hands. He licked some of his own spend from Sihtric's cheek before stealing his mouth in a wet, salty kiss, deep and devouring.

As Masema pulled back he decided that he wanted to keep this pretty thing all to himself.

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Until the death us parts

Assassin!Sihtric x Templar!reader

Authors note: This is a fic for @little-diable 15K celebration. It's the first time I dive into another universe, but unusual tasks require unusual solutions. Thank you so much @st-eve-barnes for brainstorming with me!

The rules: " (..) I'll choose one of the books listed above and will select a sentence I can find on the page belonging to the number you've chosen for your ask. You can do with the sentence/quote as you please, but it has to show up in the fic."

My sentence: “We do it wrong, being so majestical, to offer it the show of violence, for it is as the air, invulnerable, and our vain blows malicious mockery.” From Hamlet by William Shakespeare.

Warnings: mention of violence, angst, SMUT, 18+. Assassins Creed is used only as a background setting without exploring any further.

Word Count: 4,6K

Tags: @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @hb8301 @zillahvathek @alexagirlie @gemini-mama @mysteriouslydeafeningwerewolf

It must be late in the evening already, there is no way of telling for sure, as the small laboratory-like room with featureless walls, painted a stark white, has no windows, but you feel your stomach growling and that is a sure sign. Your eyes keep drifting to the other side of the room. The light from the flickering fluorescent lamp at the ceiling is feeble, but it is enough to make out Sihtric's features pretty clearly. He's still asleep on what looks like a surgery table, wrists and ankles strapped down.

You have failed. For the first time in your life you have failed your mission and that has brought you here in this damn cell together with the one and single reason for your failure. If someone had told you that you'd fall for your target, you'd have laughed right in their face. But here you are, still trying to wrap your head around it. It was so unexpected, this whole thing. Sihtric was different. Kind. Gentle. Warm. For the first time in your whole life, someone had cared about you without wanting anything back. 

You feel anger slowly spreading within you, pulsing through your veins and making your cheeks blush. But it's not directed at him; it's aimed squarely at yourself. You should have come clean earlier, but fear of losing him held you back. For once in your life, you craved a brief taste of normality – being in love with a charming, handsome Dane, just a normal gay from next door, whose only flaws were fondness for crazy haircuts. How foolish! Deep down, you knew it couldn't last. You knew who he was far too well. You knew why the Order had set you on him. You just hoped you had a bit more time… Now it's all over anyway.

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It's just an ordinary autumn day, kind of gray and windy, and there's this soothing sound of rain hitting your umbrella as you walk up the library stairs. You love your new job although it is not that new anymore. It served your purpose and allowed you to sneak into Sihtric’s life without raising any suspicion. He was a frequent guest there for his love of the books and you were the new and pretty librarian - what a perfect setting. 

For you, books have always been more than just bound paper; they are portals to other worlds. Each time you open one, it feels like you're stepping into a world where magic is real, and heroes are fighting the good fight. These stories are your happy place, where you can dive into adventures where anything can happen, where the little guy wins, and the good always beats the bad. You've always wanted to be like those heroes in the stories. You kind of convinced yourself that you were, but lately, it's been harder to keep believing that.

You love the library's peaceful vibe, a place of calm and age-old wisdom. The dim, gentle light streaming through tall windows bathes the bookshelves in a warm glow, and the hushed murmurs of readers add to the tranquil ambiance. It's like a sanctuary free from the strictures of any creed, a testament to free will and creativity – ironically, the very things you're trained to suppress and eliminate. 

Why? It’s a question that does not let go of you lately. You repeat the mantra ingrained in you during your training – to protect the innocent, to end violence – but doubts linger. Can violence really put an end to violence? It’s not that easy, you snarl at yourself. Yet, this nagging inner voice has only grown louder since Sihtric came into your life, challenging your beliefs with such force that at times it's overwhelming. Sometimes you can’t stand it anymore, you lock yourself up in the bathroom, open the shower and cry biting your fist to the blood.

You are so lost in your thoughts that you don’t even notice the figure that accidentally collides with you just as you reach the top of the stairs. 

"Oops, sorry!" someone blurts out, but before you get a chance to reply, the stranger has already vanished into the throng of students at the entrance. You're left with a strange, uneasy feeling in your stomach. Instinctively, your hand reaches into your pocket and there it is – a small, folded note that makes your face turn pale as you clutch the door handle for support.

“PR275 4 A7 H3 

P19, L160 

2 28 5 19 14 10 20 6 13”

You don't even need to read it to know what it means, yet you find yourself dashing through the spacious corridors, coat flapping open, scarf still wound around your neck, trailing in the air. Your heart pounds in your chest, the blood roars in your ears. The sound of your shoes slapping against the polished wooden floor is stark against the library's usual quiet. You cling to hope. Until you haven’t deciphered it, there is still hope, you try to convince yourself, even though deep down, you know it's a vain hope.

"Hey, slow down! What's the matter?" comes the concerned voice of your boss from the office on the left.

You barrel past her, not stopping or even glancing back. You don’t care. You know this place so well, every corner and crevice, it propels you forward, guiding you even as your thoughts whirl in chaos. "PR" - that's English literature, located at the far end of the corridor. The code refers to the English Renaissance period, 1500-1640. You head for the first aisle on the left, bookcase 4, shelf 7, third book. It has to be there.

The warmth in the library is suffocating. Sweat beads on your forehead as you hurriedly unbutton your coat and fling it to the ground, the scarf landing atop it in a heap. You're breathing hard, a mix of exertion and sheer anxiety, as your eyes dart over the book titles, scanning spine after spine for the one that holds your fate. Finally, your shaking hands grasp the book - William Shakespeare's "Hamlet."

"Come on, hurry up," you mutter to yourself. Page nineteen, line 160. 

“We do it wrong, being so majestical, to offer it the show of violence, for it is as the air, invulnerable, and our vain blows malicious mockery,” you read the line out loud without realizing it, quickly moving to the nearest table to grab a pen. 

You unfold the small piece of paper and start counting:  one, two, it’s “e”. One, two, three… twenty seven, twenty eight - “l”. One, two, three, four, five - “i”. Your heart pounds as if desperate to break free from your chest. But there's no need to go further; you know what it spells. Yet, you can't stop, you keep counting and writing down letter after letter. You need to be sure. Your fingers tremble as they slide over the paper: "e", "l", "i", "m", "i", "n", "a", "t", "e". ELIMINATE.

Your eyes keep returning to the paper, tracing over each letter repeatedly, while your lips silently mouth the word that signifies the end of your fairy tale. You quietly pick up your coat and scarf, your movements slow, defeated, and begin the solemn walk back to the entrance.

"I quit," you declare, your words sharp as you stride past your boss's office. You don't pause to see her reaction, her astonishment. You just walk out, pushing through the big, heavy library doors. Once outside, you lean against them, feeling their solid presence at your back.

The rain pours down relentlessly, drenching you completely. It seeps into your clothes, your skin, soaking you to the core. Your hair, cold and wet, cling to your forehead. You can’t make yourself care, you don’t even register it. You stand motionless, lost in a daze as you gaze across the small square in front of the library. People hurry past with their umbrellas, like a sea of oversized mushrooms, but you can't seem to tear your eyes away from the scene.

"Why me? Why now?" The questions hammer in your mind, unanswerable and haunting.

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“Hey, honey! I’m home. How was your day?” Sihtric’s familiar, cheerful voice rings out from the hallway.

“Terrible,” you whisper to yourself, still staring out of the window. 

"Please, don’t. Just stay back, don’t come any closer, not yet," you silently beg. You know deep down it doesn't really matter if he hangs back a bit longer; it's not going to change anything. It's just putting off the inevitable, really. But you can't help it. You're clinging to these last few normal moments, trying to stretch them out as long as possible before everything flips upside down.

Your knuckles are white, gripping the hilt of your Poseidon, and you compulsively check the silencer for what must be the twentieth time. The footsteps are getting louder now, and there are those squeaky floorboards right outside the door. As the first one creaks under his weight, you know Sihtric is just about to walk into the living room. Every creak feels like a countdown, and you're just hoping he'll take his time, maybe get distracted by something, anything. You're not ready, but then again, you wonder if you'll ever really be. The sound of those footsteps, so familiar and usually so comforting, now feels like they're marching right through your heart.

You can't help it – you just have to see him one more time. You want to soak in those eyes of his, thick-lashed and mismatched, that always seem to look at you so seriously but kindly. You're craving that warm, bright smile that lit up at the sight of you after a long day, and oh, that infectious laugh of his that gets you giggling every time, no matter what. But you know this moment's going to get swallowed up by anger and fear real soon. Slowly, you turn around to face him, your right hand tucked away behind your back. You're doing your best to smile, but it's shaky, and you can feel your nerves all over the place. It's just a moment, but to you, it feels like forever. You let your eyes roam over his face, trying to burn this image of him into your memory – that neat goatee, those full lips, his straight nose and strong cheekbones, and finally, those big, deep eyes that always seem to say so much. As your eyes lock with Sihtric's, you feel this weird shiver run down your spine.

That shiver turns into full-on tremors as Sihtric's concerned voice cuts through the silence. "Hey, sweetheart, what's wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost. Everything okay?" His eyebrows pull together in worry, his eyes filled with concern.

In one swift motion, almost like a reflex, you pull your gun from behind your back, pointing it straight at Sihtric. "Don't move," you whisper, the words barely escaping your lips, as tears start to form in your eyes. "I'm sorry, babe."

"Baby, what the hell is this? What's happening?" Sihtric's voice is a mix of shock and disbelief, his body freezing in place. You want to pull the trigger, you really do, but your fingers just won't move. They're like they're not even yours anymore. A cry breaks from your lips, raw and pained, a sound of someone who's reached their breaking point, as you realize you can't do it. There's no way you can pull that damn trigger.

In just a heartbeat, Sihtric's right there, up in your face. His hand grips your throat, pushing you hard against the wall – his speed and strength just incredible. You can barely breathe,  eyes wide with fear, hands clawing at his in a vain attempt to break that iron hold threatening to suffocate you. When he finally lets go, you drop to the floor, coughing and gasping for air, your head spinning like crazy from the lack of oxygen.

“You’re a Templar,” he spits the words out like they were poison, an accusation, a curse, his mismatched eyes burning with disgust and resentment, as he glares down at you. “You’ve been spying on me this whole time.”

"I was, at first," you manage to gasp out between coughs, tears streaming down your face. "But not anymore, Sihtric, I swear. Please, you have to believe me."

"Believe you? Why the hell should I?" His voice is bitter, a blend of disbelief and scorn.

You flinch as Sihtric's rough hand clutches your hair, yanking your head back against the wall. “What have you been telling them? Did you report on every time I fucked you?” Sihtric snarls in your face, mockery in his voice laced with an undercurrent of sadness, even pain.

"I didn't, I swear..." you start, but his hand comes down hard across your face, cutting you off and leaving you tasting blood.

"Don't lie to me!" he roars, his face inches from yours. "You were just about to shoot me. What did I ever do to you to deserve that?"

You're about to say something else, but then you both hear it - footsteps coming up the stairs, voices, though muffled, getting closer.

"Get out of here, now," you hiss at Sihtric, grabbing his arm as you try to get back on your feet. "I'll handle them. Look, you might not believe me, but I'm not your enemy. Just go!"

Sihtric's bewildered gaze flickers between you and the door, his grip loosening. He is listening to the growing noise outside. “Go,” you urge, “I'm done for anyway. There's no way out for me. But you – you can still make it.”

He hesitates, eyes darting, weighing if this is a trap, a desperate attempt to win back his trust. But the choice is taken out of his hands. The sounds outside are getting closer, more urgent. It's clear there are too many of them for even both of you to handle.

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And now you're here, in this small, windowless room, feeling the walls close in on you, the air almost too thick to breathe. You close your eyes, but there's only silence, the room soundproof, leaving you with nothing but the sound of your own racing heartbeat.

"What are you doing here?" Sihtric’s hoarse voice jolts you, but you don't bother turning around. There's no need; it's just the two of you. It was about time he woke up.

"I'm locked up here with you," you snap, frustration boiling over. Your hands tangle in your hair, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you slide down against the wall.

"Would you mind untying me?" Sihtric's voice is oddly casual, as if this were a normal conversation over dinner.

"Why? So you can have another go at killing me?" you can’t help but smirk at yourself, as if it mattered anyway. To you, it feels like you're already dead. You can't fathom why they left you alive, locked up here with him. You are useless to the order now and useless things are disposed of. Perhaps this is your punishment – to face death at the hands of the only man you ever loved. Anger surges through you, propelling you to his side in three quick steps. Furiously, you tug at the leather straps binding his wrists and ankles.

As soon as the straps loosen enough for Sihtric to free his hands, his iron grip clamps around your throat, pinning you against the wall. You don't resist. What's left to lose?

His eyes burn with hate, scorn, disgust. Gone is the mischievous, sweet, caring look you fell for. That charming, adoring gaze is lost forever. 

"I'm dead either way, and I'd rather it be by your hand than theirs" you manage to gasp out.

It's a bitter truth. If this was meant to be your punishment for failing your mission, then they've miserably failed. This is your twisted form of revenge, a testament to your self-determination – the power to choose your own end. A smile tugs at your lips at the irony. The powerful order, dedicated to dominating human free will, has failed to subjugate someone as seemingly insignificant as you. Fear doesn't grip you; there will be no begging. You've made your choice, and as you're pinned against the wall, Sihtric's fingers digging painfully into your skin, marking your throat, you can’t hold back a satisfied smile forming on your lips. 

"If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead already." Sihtric growls, his face twisted with anger. There's a certainty in his tone that sends a chill through you.

"So what's stopping you? Just do it already!" you shoot back at him, provoking deliberately.

"You betrayed me, played me, you're just a whore, selling yourself," Sihtric's voice is hoarse and raspy, his breathing growing heavier with each venomous word.

"Really? I think we're pretty much the same, you know. When were you planning on telling me the real you, Assassin?" you snap back, your voice just as sharp. 

You sense a subtle shift in Sihtric's behavior. His eyes intensely scan your face, almost as if trying to see through you, his face mere centimeters from yours. You can feel each of his breaths against your skin, hot and rapid. A whimper escapes you under the mounting pressure, tears brimming in your eyes, yet your gaze remains steadfastly locked with Sihtric's. Your breath is cut off, his grip tightening, and your eyes begin to roll back as darkness edges in. 

Then you hear it, rough and low, right by your ear. "I hate you," he growls, "I fucking hate you!" Sihtric breathes heavily against your ear, as his hands leave your throat and slide down, finding the bottom edge of your T-shirt and gliding beneath it. 

His touch is warm, firm and bruising as his hands start roaming your bare skin, pushing up your bra and squeezing your breasts roughly, angrilly. Sihtric leans closer, his nose in the hook of your neck as he inhales you sharply, almost desperately, a low growl rumbling in his throat. His lips and teeth are on your neck, grazing, biting, leaving marks on their way down to your shoulder, there is nothing gentle in the way he treats you, anger pulsing through his veins, but you are unable to contain the hungry moan, escaping your lips parted in a smugly grin.

The way Sihtric has you trapped against the wall with his body  lets you feel the hard bulge in his crotch, pressing against your thigh. Your head's all foggy, you are dizzy from not getting enough air, and from your thirst for more as you feel each bruising touch burning right through your skin, straight to your soul, reminding you hard that you're both here, both alive. Everything else just fades away. Right now, in this moment, it's just you and him, and the familiar heat pooling in your lower back and your walls clenching and pulsing are the only things your dazed mind can focus on. He can do whatever he wishes with you, you will not struggle, you will not protest, you are yielding, you deserve it, you accept it and crave for it, for one last time.

And in the next moment you are pulled away from the wall and bent over that metallic table, a loud whine escaping you from the force you crush against it, Sihtric’s hands pull down your jeans in one quick motion, leaving them half way at your knees. His one hand is on the back of your neck, pushing you firmly down against the table, holding you in place while the other pulls aside your already soaked panties, pushing his fingers inside you.

“Fuck, already dripping, like the filthy whore that you are. Do you like it? Huh? I will fuck that dirty smile out of you until you’ll not remember even your name anymore.” 

Your mind is too hazed, too immersed in the burning sensation in your core, to be able to formulate any words, as you arch your back, consumed by your hunger, your need to feel him inside you, to take everything he can give you, all of his anger, all of his hate and all of his love and desire, if it’s still there somewhere behind that maddening dark shimmer in his eyes. 

You hear him undoing his breeches, freeing his cock and giving himself a few strokes, his breath ragged and itchy. You shiver in anticipation as he places his leaking tip at your entrance and pushes inside your wet and throbbing cunt, sheathing himself with a low growl until the very end of his shaft. You cry out at the sudden stretch, not out of pain, it’s the overwhelming pleasure of feeling Sihtric filling you perfectly that makes you grab the edge of the table and push back against him as he starts thrusting into you, slapping his hips against your bottom with a relentless, breathtaking pace.

“Is that all you've got?” you hiss, hearing a curse leaving Sihtric’s lips, his heavy and rapid  breathing mingling with wild groans, as he ruts against you like a crazed beast driven by his anger.

“Give me more, Sihtric. I need more of you,” you cry out, your breath panting, your knuckles turning white from the force you are clutching the edge of the table, trying to spread your thighs, to open yourself to take in more of him. You want him, you need him, harder, deeper, you want to feel all of him, bringing you to the limit, splitting you open, possessing you, making you feel the life pulsing through your every vain.

“Fuck,” Sihtric groans, his hands on your hips now, his fingers digging deep into your skin, as he fastens his pace, snapping his hips against you, savagely, brutally, “It’s what you want, huh? Believe me, you’ll not be able to walk when I’m done with you.”

Sihtric’s hands land on your cheeks, parting them, as he watches your pussy swallowing his cock again and again, your arousal dripping down your thighs. The slaps of Sihtric’s hips against you, his rapid breaths and your moans of pleasure echo around the room. Your eyes start rolling back into your head as you feel your climax pooling; each time he pushes forward, his length reaches that spot inside you that makes your back arch and your thighs tremble, feeling the tension building up and bringing you ever closer to the edge.

Sihtric’s fingers tangle in your hair as he pulls you roughly up against his chest, his teeth on your neck, bruising more marks into it, the other hand sliding down to your clit, rubbing and circling it. He is angry, he is hurt and he fucking hates how much he loves and craves you; with each thrust, each snap of his hips, Sihtric feels his anger dissipating. You are his doom, his damnation, his sweet madness and there is no escape, no cure from it. He just wants to fuck you into oblivion, to make you cum on his cock, screaming his name one last time, as there might be no tomorrow, no other day for it. 

“You’re mine and you’ll always be mine; nothing else matters,“ Sihtric’s breath comes out in harsh and ragged hot pants against your ear as he turns your head to kiss you harshly. A desperate sob escapes your lips as you answer his kiss, his words echoing in your ears and tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. 

“Sihtric…,” you whine in disappointment as he suddenly pulls out, but he flips you around, lifting onto the table with one swift move as if you were weightless, yanks off your jeans and panties and sinks back into you, both of you moaning heavily as he resumes thrusting into you with an insatiable frenzy.

“Damn, how I love those sounds you make,”  Sihtric hisses in your ear, “Give me more of them. I bet they all are watching us right now, straining against their breeches. Let them hear you. I want you to let them hear you,” he demands and the dirty sounds that depart your lips, something between moaning and whining, are probably the most lewd ones you have ever made.

Your fingers slide up his arm until you reach his shoulders and you pull yourself closer to him, pressing your parted lips against his. You bite his lower lip, hard, but he doesn’t pull away, his lips crash against yours, kissing you with such desperation that you find yourself struggling to breathe. 

“Say it… say that you are mine,” Sihtric growls into your mouth.

You look into his expressive, mismatched eyes, rolling back into his head from pleasure that you are giving him. You love the sharp features of his face, married with scars on his forehead and right cheek, you are his and he is yours, now and forever and it doesn’t matter how long this forever will last as you are sure to find him and claim him again and again in all the possible afterlives. 

“Yours, only yours and nothing can ever change that…we are bound, forever, until the death us parts,” you whisper in between your heavy breaths with half lid eyes. 

“Look at me. I want you to look at me,” Sihtric hisses, wrapping his fingers around your neck and squeezing slightly, his breath panting as he locks his gaze with you, and you do as he asks. 

“Fuck, I could never hate you,” Sihtric breathes, his forehead touching yours, as he keeps thrusting into you, “Do you hear me? Never! I love you too much.” 

You can only whimper incomprehensibly as his words make your walls start clenching around him. You try to hold back, to prolong the moment; from his rapid, shallow breaths, his thrusts getting sloppy, you feel that he is close too and you want to take him with you into oblivion.  

“I can feel you, don’t fight it,” Sihtric’s firm voice reaches you through your dazzled consciousness, “Let it go, cum for me,” and you can do nothing but to obey as his words push you over the edge, your fingers tangle in his hair and you feel your climax rolling, washing over you in waves of pure bliss as you fall deeper and deeper into oblivion, his name on your lips like a prayer. You come undone, your cries of ecstasy filling the room, your nails digging into Sihtric’s shoulders. Sihtric’s pace doesn’t falter as he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, thrusting his cock as deep as he can, your thighs trembling around his waist; you are spent and pliable, whimpering mess, spasming around his cock and a moment later his own moans and groans start bouncing off the walls as Sihtric follows you spilling himself deep inside you, your eyes locked and foreheads pressed against each others. 

"I love you. I love so much,” you murmur, cupping his face in your palms as he breathes heavily against your skin. Tears trail down your cheeks, and your lips tremble just above his.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so, so sorry. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't do it," you whisper, barely getting the words out through your sobs.

"Shh, I know. It's okay, everything's going to be alright," Sihtric draws you closer into his embrace, pressing gentle kisses across your face. You know he is lying, but it doesn’t really matter. Right now, it’s enough. You just lean into him, letting his steady rocking soothe you.

"You know they'll use me against you," you murmur after a while, “You should have killed me.”

The room goes quiet except for your heavy breathing and the comforting sound of Sihtric's lips in your hair. "Let them try," he finally says, his voice low but determined, holding you close.

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You know that I'm no good (Chapter 10, the final one!)

(Modern Aegon x fem Reader, Modern Sihtric x fem Reader)

Summary: You want Sihtric. Aegon wants Skade. There's only one small problem: Sihtric and Skade are dating each other.

This chapter: You struggle with life after Aegon, and then you accidentally run into each other...

LAST CHAPTER! Thank you all so much for the love and the comments on this fic! Read the warnings for this chapter: depression/drinking/self harm. But also lots of fluff and smut ;)

Warning for the entire series: 18+ for explicit language and smut. Angst/comfort/fluff. Fake dating and so much mutual pining. Mentions of depression/drinking/self harm.

This is an Aegon x Reader fic with a bit of Sihtric x Reader on the side. I've wanted to write a modern AU that combines The Last Kingdom and House of the dragon for a while now so here it is!

Word count: +5800

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“How is he?” you asked hesitantly during your weekly lunch with Helaena. 

It was a few days after Sihtric had been in your apartment and you’d both said your goodbyes, for good this time. Since then your mind had only been occupied by one man and it wasn’t Sihtric.

You had been on the verge of feeling better, not thinking of Aegon constantly anymore, but then being with Sihtric had felt like a wake up call, reminding you of what you had been missing and now it hurt all over again, even worse than before.

“He’s as miserable as you are,” Helaena informed you,”He doesn’t even go out anymore, I haven’t seen him this sad in a really long time.”

Her words hurt your heart and you quietly sipped from your coffee, looking out over the river.

“Does that…make it easier on you?" Helaena asked as she played with the last piece of her pizza crust,"Knowing that he's suffering as well?"

“No. Actually…it only makes things worse. I don’t want him to feel miserable or sad," you confessed with a sigh,"It hurts me to think of him like that. I just…want him to be happy, if it’s not with me then...that's fine but...I just need him to be good. Can you please look out for him, Hel? I know you're not best friends but I need...I need him to be okay.”

Helaena stared at you for a moment and then her eyes widened with realization,”Holy shit, you fucking love him!”

You shook your head with a sad smile,”I thought we’d established that already.”

“No, I knew you were in love with him, I didn’t know…you loved him. Oh my god, babe.”

You nodded your head, trying to hold back your tears,”It doesn’t matter, Hel. He doesn’t love me back that way.”

“You know that’s not true.”

“Then why am I alone?” you shook your head and pushed back your tears, not wanting to give into them, not again, not after all this time fighting to get over him.

Helaena sighed,”Because he is an idiot.”

“Yeah, and you warned me about that. Fuck, he even warned me about it and I was still too stubborn to listen.”

“The heart wants what the heart wants.”

You nodded softly,“My heart was a fool, Hel.”

Helaena’s eyes met yours.“But he loves you too,” she insisted,”I fucking know he does, he’s just…being Aegon.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, feeling tears well up in your eyes. You knew you were going to break down if she even so much as mentioned his name again.

”Can we please talk about something else now?” you pleaded.

“I’m sorry,” Helaena shook her head,”Hey, wanna go out on Friday? Get really drunk and just dance the night away. No guys.”

You smiled and nodded your head,”That sounds nice actually. Especially that last part.”

“Good! It’s a date! With me, no guys!”

You laughed at her enthusiasm and squeezed her hand with a grateful smile. You would get through this, just as you had before, with Helaena’s help and a lot of patience.

All the love Aegon may or may not have for you didn’t change the outcome. He had made his choice, and it didn’t involve you.

So he no longer deserved your tears, it was time to focus on yourself this time.

***

Winchester was a small city, you always knew it was bound to happen at some point, yet you were still totally unprepared for it when it eventually did. 

You were on your way to grab a quick bite to eat before meeting up with Helaena for your girl’s night that Friday when you ran into him.

He was just stepping out of the sushi shop the moment you wanted to walk in.

Both of you were instantly stopped in your tracks.

It was as if the world momentarily stopped spinning.

But it was only you and him who stood frozen in time.

“Aegon.” His name was but a whisper from your lips and at first he didn’t respond. All he did was stare at you, hands clasping the paper bag in his hands.

“Hey,” he finally managed, his voice soft and deep and so soothingly familiar. He still wasn’t able to tear his eyes away from you.

You were dressed to go out, wearing high heels, a long classy coat and your favorite black dress, the one you wore that night in the club, where Aegon touched you for the first time.  He was clearly dressed to stay in, wearing a comfortable, cozy hoody and baggy pants. 

The both of you couldn’t have looked any more different, like you didn’t belong together. The irony wasn’t lost on you.

Aegon’s long hair was gone, he was sporting a buzz cut now.

He looked so different, and yet very much the same. Your heart bled with the love you still felt for him, the love you’d been fighting so hard not to feel.

“You look beautiful,” Aegon spoke softly after a while, pulling you from your thoughts and giving you a hesitant smile.

“You cut your hair,” you remarked softly in return, making him smile brighter.

“Yeah, I thought it was time for a dramatic statement, post breakup. Something about a fresh start and all that shit.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his explanation and you realized how much you’d missed this, just talking to him and hearing his voice.

“It looks good on you,” you complimented him.

“Thanks,” he smiled, blushing and finally managing to break eye contact,”I should probably…leave you to your night then. You look like you have plans, so…”

Disappointment flooded your veins.

You‘d give anything for him not to go yet, but you didn’t have the words to make him stay. So you just nodded.

“Take care, Aegon, it was good to see you,” you gave him one last smile before turning your back to him, doing your utter best not to break down in tears right there. 

You stepped inside the shop and ordered your food, trying to think of Helaena and the fun night you two had planned. You couldn’t let this unexpected encounter upset you and ruin your girls night, you needed this now more than ever.

You paid for your order and grabbed your bag before heading out. As you were searching for your phone to text Helaena you suddenly froze again.

Aegon was standing right where you left him, looking at you with a sheepish, nervous smile on his face before he spoke,“I thought…since you ordered sushi, and I ordered sushi, maybe we could…find a spot by the water and eat it together, catch up? I mean if…you don’t have anywhere else to be right now…it’s fine if you…Fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. You clearly have plans and you’ve moved on..I didn’t mean to…”

“I have some time,” you took a step closer to him, letting your eyes meet and he instantly stopped rambling when he noticed your smile.

“Yeah?” he asked hesitantly.

You nodded,”Yeah.”

He smiled relieved and you followed him to find a bench with a table near the river. Aegon opted to sit next to you instead of on the opposite side of the table. You knew it meant nothing but you couldn’t help but feel your heart make a little jump at his decision to sit closer to you.

You both opened your bags to take out the food and drinks and then started eating in silence. It felt surreal to just sit with him like this, as if these past months had never happened.

Aegon was the first to speak after a while,”You look really good. I know I already said that but…it’s good…I’m glad to see you’ve moved on.”

You turned to look at him in confusion,”Why do you keep saying that?”

“What do you mean?”

“That I’ve moved on, you've said it twice now and I don’t…I don’t know why you would say that.”

Because it was the furthest thing from the truth. If you looked good tonight it was just the dress and the make up, it was all superficial, and so fake. You hadn’t felt good in months and seeing Aegon tonight only confirmed that. You hadn’t moved on from him at all, all that time apart meant nothing, it hadn’t changed a damn thing, you still wanted him.

You would always want him.

You looked away from him and took another bite from your sushi, trying to keep it together.

This time Aegon was the one who was confused,“But I thought you and Sihtric…”

“Me and Sihtric?” you asked surprised,”There is no me and Sihtric, Aegon.”

“Oh,�� he froze for a moment, staring at his drink,”I thought…I thought you two were together.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because…I watched him leave your apartment one night.”

You stopped eating to look at him,”What were you doing there? Were you stalking me? You just happened to walk by the one time Sihtric was in my apartment?”

“One time?” he asked, clearly pleasantly surprised by that reveal.

You sighed,“Not the point, Aegs.”

“I’m sorry,” he avoided your eyes, guilt written all over his face,”I know I shouldn’t have done that. I just…I’ve wanted to come talk to you so many times, I just…always chickened out. And then I thought there was no point because…you were with him.”

He looked sad again and how on earth were you supposed to stay mad at him when he looked at you with those big, wet puppy eyes?

”Me and Sihtric tried but it didn’t work out," you explained.

Aegon opened his mouth to speak but nothing was coming out.

”I guess sometimes the thing you always thought you wanted…isn’t what you truly wanted after all,” you explained.

“Yeah,” he nodded quietly.

“What about Skade?” you asked.

”I never saw her again after that festival thing and…it’s like you said. She was never what I wanted.”

Aegon sighed and bit his lip, struggling with his next words.

How could he tell you he’d stopped caring about Skade the moment he kissed you? Or how badly he’d missed you every single day since you'd been apart? How could he tell you all he’d ever truly wanted was you? How could he say any of those things when he was the one who sent you away?

You both continued eating in silence.

“I want to apologize to you,” he said after a while.

“There’s no need, Aegs,” you shook your head.

“Yes, there is,” he insisted,”I was a real jerk and you had done nothing to deserve any of that. I’m sorry, for everything, I…it was never you, I need you to know that.”

He pulled his leg up on the bench so he could face you, the look in his eyes suddenly so soft you couldn’t look at anything else.

“I know,” you nodded.

“Good,” he breathed,”because…hurting you was the absolute last thing I wanted.”

“I know,” you whispered but your voice was shaking. Aegon’s hand moved to touch your arm but he pulled back at the last moment, making you crave his touch even more.

He was quiet again after that and you both finished the last of your sushi.

“So…how have you been?” you asked carefully after a while.

“I’m…okay,” he answered but then that sad smile appeared on his face again and he started shaking his head,”Actually…that’s a lie, It’s been…it’s been pretty shitty since you left, to be honest.”

“Since you told me to leave,” you corrected him.

“Yeah, I’m…I’m so sorry about that.”

“Are you?”

You both looked at each other, your gaze harder than you intended, preparing yourself for another disappointment and for him to shut down again as he always had before.

But then Aegon surprised you.

His voice was shaking when he answered your question,”I was so fucking happy when I was with you but…so fucking scared as well. That it was all going to go up in flames again and I would lose you because that’s what always happens. I always screw things up, I just can’t help it. I’m the one who lights the fire and then I cry when it burns.”

You kept your eyes on him but didn’t say a word, not wanting to interrupt him now that he was finally opening up to you.

“I’m messed up, Y/N,” he continued,”I’m so messed up and I’m never going to be normal. I just…didn’t want you to have to deal with any of that.”

“Deal with what exactly, Aegs?” you asked carefully.

He sighed deeply while softly nodding his head. You had never seen him this nervous before and it made your heart ache for him. You carefully reached out and placed your hand on his knee. Aegon's breath hitched at your touch.

“It’s okay,” you spoke softly, encouraging him,”You can tell me anything.”

You were about to take your hand back when Aegon covered it with his, keeping yours in place, his thumb anxiously tracing lines over your skin. His touch made your heart race.

“It’s just…a lot,” he spoke softly, avoiding your eyes and nervously biting on his lip.

“That’s okay, I can handle a lot,” you whispered and he let out a deep breath, trying to keep his calm before he started talking again.

“I’ve been depressed pretty much my whole life, even as kid I always felt…out of place, not good enough. When our parents divorced things only got worse. Aemond had always been so smart and determined and all that stuff just seemed to motivate him even more, it strengthened him. And Hel…well, she just lives in her own little bubble where everything is always fine, sometimes I think her imagination makes her stronger than all of us.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that.

“But for me,” he continued,”I couldn’t deal with it and…it made me hate the world even more. Hate myself even more.”

His hand was still holding yours and squeezing a little harder now. 

“By the time I was 14 I was depressed all the time. When I turned sixteen I started drinking, learned that alcohol was a really good way to shut off your brain, I got addicted real quick. Quit school and got into some trouble, some of it illegal but…when your parents own the city things like that disappear in a heartbeat, I could pretty much do whatever I wanted without any consequences, no one gave a shit. When I was seventeen I drank so much I ended up in a coma. I woke up after two days. Doctors said I was lucky to have gotten out of that alive but…I didn’t feel lucky, I wished they would have just let me die, I was so angry that they didn’t.”

Your heart was breaking but you didn’t dare speak now that he was pouring his heart out to you.

Aegon continued,“I moved out to live on my own shortly after that which…only made things worse because now there was no one to keep me in check. Helaena found me on the sidewalk of my apartment one night, totally out of it, she was scared shitless, she thought I was dead. After that mum put me up in the penthouse where I am now, gave me my own driver and housekeeper, just as a way to keep some control. And keep me alive, I guess. And things were okay for a while, Hel sort of adopted me into her friends group and took me out with her, thinking they might have a good influence on me and keep me on the right track but…I corrupted every single one of her girl friends.”

He gave a weak smile at those words and let his eyes meet yours,”That’s why she didn’t want me near you. Anyway, for me that was the start of a whole new social life. The parties were fun, the girls…let’s just say sex was an even better distraction than alcohol and when you combined the two…I fucked and drank my way through that year and it worked pretty well. But of course that didn’t last either.”

He took a few deep breaths, ignoring the tears that were starting to form in his eyes. He was rushing to get everything out before he wanted to give into those emotions.

“I tried to kill myself again,” he blurted out,”Nearly worked as well if it hadn’t been for Aemond finding me and rushing me off to hospital. I was forced to go to therapy after that, it was either that or they were going to keep me there so…I went. And I still go to this day because…well, I still need it and I probably always will. Those days when I didn’t contact you or came to see you…I wasn’t avoiding you or growing bored with you, I was with my therapist because…I was really struggling.”

He looked down and you watched as his tears finally fell.

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this, Aegs?” you whispered, surprised to find your own voice shaking with tears as well.

“Because…I didn’t want to burden you with any of that, and I…I didn’t think I could ever make you as happy as you made me.”

You were clinging to his hand, fighting to hold back your tears, trying to be strong for him.

“I don’t drink anymore though,” he then added with a sad little smile,” I’ve been sober for a year and three months now. I always get my own drinks at every party now because I need to make sure they’re alcohol free, it’s like…a placebo of some sorts, I guess. In the public eye I’m still the party boy and people don’t ask me questions about why I don’t drink. And I don’t have to explain to them why one drink can mess me up so bad. It’s just…easier that way.”

He looked up to meet your eyes,”Only Hel and Aemond know about this…and now you.”

His thumb was rubbing your hand again and it made a shiver run up your spine.

“Thank you for telling me. All of it, Aegs. It means so much that you trust me with this."

“Just thought you deserved to know, after…everything, you know.”

He leaned a little closer to you and you had to fight the urge to wrap your arms around him and never let him go again, but before you could even consider that Aegon was talking again.

“This is why I don’t have a job, or a relationship or even friendships that last very long because it’s just too hard for me to maintain. When I said I couldn’t be what you needed I…this is what I meant. I’ll never be the guy you can take home to your parents because I’ll either disappoint them or I just won’t show up. And you’ll never be able to start a family with someone like me or rely on me because…I can’t even rely on myself, let alone take care of someone else…you deserve someone who can give you all of that. Someone…like Sihtric.”

You sighed deeply.

“What about what I want?” you then asked, looking into his eyes and Aegon did nothing but stare back at you, surprised by your words.

You shook your head,”Have you ever asked me if I even want a family? Because I don’t, Aegs, I’ve never wanted kids, that is not…it’s not my dream or my goal. Neither is having a man to take care of me, I can take care of myself just fine.”

Aegon’s lips curled up into a smile at those words.”I know you can,” he whispered.

“Depression doesn’t scare me,” you then added, softer,”my shoulders are strong enough to let someone else lean on me, I can take it. And I don’t run when things get hard, you should know that by now.”

Aegon nodded and then all of a sudden he started crying uncontrollably, giving into all the emotions he’d been holding back, no longer caring to hide his tears from you.

Your hands reached for his hoodie, grabbing it to gently pull him closer to you. He followed your lead, carefully and a little hesitantly he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his tears warm and wet on your skin. When your arms wrapped around his shoulders in a soft hug he gave in and grabbed you waist to pull you close and hug you back, so tight and so hard it took your breath away for a moment but you didn’t care. You knew right then you would never let him go again.

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed against your skin,”I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

You cried at his words and hugged him closer,”It’s okay, we’re okay, Aegs.”

You let him cry and held him through every last wave of it, caressing his back and hair as he kept clinging to you, until he eventually leaned back to look into your eyes. 

A soft smile played on his lips when you ran your hand through his short hair again.

“You like it short like this?” he whispered softly.

You nodded your head,”I love it, it really suits you.”

Your hand cupped his face and he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, making your heart melt. 

“Aegs,” you whispered,”I…I…”

You struggled to find the words and Aegon opened his eyes, his gaze intense on yours when he asked softly,“Do you still want me?”

“Never stopped,” you whispered .

There were tears in his eyes again,”Even now? After everything I just told you…do you still?”

You nodded and then his lips were on yours in the softest all consuming kiss, taking what he’d been craving every single day since you’d left. It was slow and unhurried, not demanding anything other than this. You opened up for him, just as eager as you always had and Aegon took the opportunity to kiss you deeper.

You couldn’t recall how long you’d sat there, getting lost in his kisses, his eyes, his hugs, letting every lingering touch from him erase the time apart.

“Listen, I know you have plans tonight,” Aegon spoke softly after a while, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles,”But…can I take you out tomorrow? Just the two of us, no audience or distractions, I have a lot to make up for.”

”You can take me out tonight,” you smiled,”I’m sure Hel will understand something came up.”

***

After finishing the sushi you and Aegon went for a walk by the river, he bought you ice cream and held your hand and every few minutes he stopped your walk to pull you into another sweet kiss. You could feel your heart starting to heal little by little.

When he walked you to your apartment afterwards you didn’t even hesitate.

“Come up with me,” you breathed against his lips.

“You sure?” he asked,”We can take things slow if you want.”

You shook your head and grabbed his hoodie again,”I don’t want to take things slow. We’ve lost enough time.”

He smiled relieved, grabbing your waist to pull you up against him. “God, I’m so glad you said that,” he grinned,”Because I fucking need you.”

His lips claimed yours in another kiss, this one demanding and hungry, and he backed you up against the door, moving his mouth from your lips to your neck, open mouthed kisses marking your skin until your eyes closed in a soft moan.

He kissed your jaw and brought his lips up to your ear, his voice suddenly lower than before,”Better open that door or I’m taking you right here, sweetheart.”

Your hand was shaking as you unlocked the door, Aegon’s hands firmly on your waist, pressing himself up against your back until you took his hand and pulled him up the stairs with you.

He waited patiently until you opened the door of your apartment, as soon as you were inside his hands were back on you, pulling you into his embrace. You hugged him back and for a moment everything stopped.

You’d missed him so much and now he was here, clinging to you as if you were the most precious thing in his entire life. 

“Aegs,” you whispered, burying your face into the crook of his neck and breathing him in.

“I’m here, baby,” he soothed you, caressing your hair and hugging you tighter,”I’ll never leave you again, I promise.”

He cupped your cheek and leaned back to look into your eyes,”Wanna take this over to the couch?”

You shook your head and leaned into him, fingers digging into his shirt,”Not the couch…I need you in my bed.”

Aegon didn’t say another word as he followed you to your bedroom, his eyes never leaving you as he pushed you down onto the bed and kissed you, slow and deep, while his hands roamed all over your body, touching every little piece of you he’d missed so much.

He pulled down the straps of your dress and softly kissed your shoulder. ”You look so fucking gorgeous in this dress,” he whispered into your skin, pulling the fabric down even further to expose your breasts,”Fuck…I need you so bad, baby.”

His lips latched onto your breast, sucking softly while his hand massaged the other one. You moaned his name and grabbed at his shoulder, encouraging him to suck harder and your back arched off the bed when he did.

“Fuck,” you whined.

“That feel good?” he smiled.

“Hmm,” you bit your lip and moved your hand into his hair again, pulling him into another kiss.

His hand moved down your stomach to grab at the hem of your dress and push it up, exposing your panties to him. He was teasing you, caressing the inside of your thighs and your hips. Everywhere except where you ached for him the most.

“Please, Aegs,” you begged.

“Please what, my sweet girl?” he teased with that adorable smirk.

"Please touch me.”

He indulged you, moving his hand over your panties and teasing his fingers over your folds. Another satisfied grin on his face when he could feel you soaking through the thin fabric.

He kissed your neck while he moved two fingers over your clit, circling slowly.

“Take them off, please,” you begged.

“You’re so impatient,” Aegon purred, continuing to tease you though your panties while he whispered into your ear,”And your pussy's so fucking wet…she really missed me too, huh?”

“Please,” you whimpered, hating the fact that this was now the only English word you seemed to remember but you didn’t care, you just needed him.

Aegon kissed his way down your chest and then your stomach, lowering himself on the bed as he pushed your dress up even further.

“Where are you going?” you giggled.

”I think I have a few things to make up for, with her,” he grinned up at you and then pulled your panties down, shutting you up instantly and when his mouth landed on your clit you fell apart almost immediately.

“Oh fuck,” you whimpered, hands desperately clutching at the sheets as he started eating you out,”Aegon…oh my god…please…don’t stop…right there, yes…oh god…”

Every word and every moan slipping from your lips encouraged him to keep going and when he started fucking you with his tongue he could feel your entire body convulsing against him. He didn’t stop, holding you down while he pushed two fingers deep inside you, curling them just the way he knew you liked and pulling another orgasm from you. The way you kept crying out his name made his heart soar. 

He licked you through your orgasm before moving his way up again, locking eyes with you.

“I think she forgives me,” he teased with a cheeky grin, licking his lips and then finding yours in a deep, filthy kiss. 

“You’re so stupid,” you laughed into the kiss but reciprocated, tasting yourself on his tongue. After a while the kiss turned softer and sweeter and then he leaned back to look at you, a serious look in his eyes.

He grabbed your hand and held it up to his chest.

“Do you?” he then asked sweetly,”Forgive me?”

His voice was so soft and so sincere, even shaking a little as if he was afraid you would still say no and pull away from him in this moment. You were quick to nod your head and ease his worries,”I forgive you, Aegs.”

The relief flooding his features made you smile and he pressed his forehead against yours, making your heart beat uncontrollably fast when he whispered the next words.“I love you, sweetheart.”

You both stared at each other, no more hesitations on his face this time now that he finally gave into his feelings.

“I love you too, loser,” you whispered back with happy tears in your eyes, putting the biggest smile on his face.

“I love you,” he then repeated, putting soft kisses all over your jaw and then your neck,”Fuck, I love you.”

You both laughed and then you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him close, bringing your lips up to his ear.”Can we fuck now? Please?”

Aegon nodded eagerly, quickly pushing his pants and boxers down to free his cock, the urgency suddenly overtaking you both. He teased you by dragging the head of his cock over your clit repeatedly, making you beg some more and then he was inside you, stretching your walls so perfectly you couldn't hold back your moans any longer.

His eyes met yours, holding your gaze as he slowly started thrusting.

“Keep looking at me,” he breathed into your mouth,”God…you look so beautiful like this…taking me so well, sweetheart…fuck…”

Your nails were digging into his shoulders when he started moving faster, hitting you deeper with every snap of his hips.

“Fuck,” he moaned,”Oh god, I won’t last, baby…it’s been too fucking long.”

“I know,” you nodded and whimpered,”It’s okay…let go…I’m close…I’m so close, Aegs…”

He kissed your neck, his pace picking up fast and it didn’t take long before he had you right there with him, sending you both over the edge in one of many orgasms that would follow that night.

***

Waking up with Aegon in your bed was the best morning of your life so far. His eyes were on you the moment you opened yours, finding him smiling adorably at you while he played with your hair.

“Morning, girlfriend,” he teased.

“Morning, boyfriend,” you grinned and turned on your side to face him,“Were you watching me while I was sleeping?”

He nodded softly, letting his thumb brush your cheek,“I was contemplating waking you up with a kiss, Sleeping Beauty style.”

You smiled warmly,“Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want to freak you out,” he explained while moving closer to you, one arm draped across your waist, pulling you into him,”Can I do it now?”

You nodded and he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss while his hand moved underneath your top to caress your back. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin at his touch and you put your arm around him to hug him back.

“I could get used to waking up like this every morning,” you sighed happily.

“Me too,” he smiled before leaning back to look at you, fingers tracing patterns over your lower back.“I love you so much,” he whispered softly and your heart melted again.

“I love you too, Aegs,” you caressed his neck and his hair.

“I’m nothing like the princes in those fairytales though,” he then pointed out while looking at you, insecurity clouding his beautiful blue eyes again.

You shrugged.”Fairytales are overrated. Besides, why would I need a prince when I have a whole king?” you teased with a smile and much to your relief Aegon laughed.

“Hmm, King Aegon does have a nice ring to it,” he then said, softer, and he leaned in to place another kiss on your lips.

“Just promise me one thing,” you asked,”No, wait, two things.”

“Anything,” Aegon whispered.

“That you won’t let anything stop you from loving me this time.”

He kissed your jaw, slowly, and then your neck,”I won’t,” he breathed against your skin,”I love you. Today and tomorrow and every day after, whatever happens, I love you, sweetheart.”

You smiled and bit your lip when his hands moved down to your hips, pulling you up against him, letting you feel his morning erection.

“What’s the other thing?” he asked before placing more kisses in your neck, making you melt into him.

“I’m forgetting,” you breathed and closed your eyes in a heavy sigh when you felt his tongue caress the skin just below your ear.

Aegon halted his affections for a moment to look at you,”What’s the other thing, sweetheart?”

You held his gaze for a moment before you spoke, softly,“That you’ll let me love you…and you’ll accept that I love you exactly as you are.”

“Flaws and all, huh?” he whispered quietly.

“They’re not flaws to me, Aegs. They’re you. And there is no part of you I won’t love.”

He softly nodded and looked away from you for a brief moment. When he looked back up there were tears in his eyes.

“And when you’re feeling low I want you to know you can tell me,” you added,”So I can love you a little harder on those days. Can you promise me that?”

“I will,” he whispered and he leaned close to bury his face into the crook of your neck, his hands warm on your back while his tears spilled on your skin,”I will, I promise, I will.”

You hugged him close, wrapping your entire body around him, knowing with all your heart and mind you would never let him slip through your fingers again. And Aegon was clinging to you in return as well, putting more soft kisses in your neck and on your jaw to finally return to your lips where he lingered a little longer.

“I love you,” he breathed into the kiss, and he couldn’t help but smile because the words came to him so easily now, just like breathing. 

Loving you was the easiest thing in the world.

Letting himself be loved, that part was still very much a work in progress and probably would be for quite some time. But he was ready to try. And with every loving touch from your hands, every warm kiss and sweet affirming word from your lips Aegon was a little closer to loving himself as well.

[jacevelaryonswife]

After dark | Masterlist

Like all things in adult life, the day in question happened because of a lost bet, however, from a certain angle, everyone involved won a nice surprise at the end of the day.

pairing: female stripper!reader x modern!osferth, finan and sihtric.

warnings: smut, p in v sex, tiddy sucking, oral sex (m and f receiving) and anal sex.

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Prologue

Part one: Osferth x Stripper!reader

“Watching her strolling in the night so white, wondering: Why It's only after dark?”

Part two: Sihtric x Stripper!reader

“In her eyes a distant fire light burns bright, wondering: Why It's only after dark?”

Part three: Finan x Stripper!reader

“In the dawn I wake up to find her gone, and the note says: Only after dark.”

Part four: Osferth, Sihtric and Finan x Stripper!reader | COMING SOON.

“In my heart, a deep and dark and lonely part wants her and waits for after dark”

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—taglists:

general: @bel-bottoms @fan-goddess @kravitzwhore @partypoison00

ewanverse: @aemonds-fire @partypoison00 @schniiipsel @fan-goddess

this fic: @gemini-mama @lexwolfhale @ireallydontcareanymorebrooo @tssf-imagines

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The inspiration for this fic is Salma Hayek dancing in From Dusk Till Dawn.

[zaldritzosrose]

Hello, now that requests for this have closed, I thought I would give everyone a rundown of what/who has been requested so you know what to expect. I'm going to take my time and fill them so everyone gets the best quality for their request I can give!

To Do List below the cut!

Completed fics here..

- Joyride - modern smut (Joyride - Kesha) Sihtric x OC!Sigyn

- Pretty Little Thing - Gwayne Hightower x Handmaiden!Reader (smut)

- I Wanna Be Yours - song fluff (I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys) Bucky Barnes x Reader

House of the Dragon:

Jacaerys Velaryon

- song fluff (Like Real People Do - Hozier)

- smut with wife reader (and a smidge of Aegon)

Aegon Targaryen

- fluff + smut with wife reader

Cregan Stark

- fluff + angst with wife reader

- song smut (God Is A Woman - Ariana Grande)

Gwayne Hightower

- angst with Strong!Reader

Aemond Targaryen

- modern era fluff with OC!Lyanna Stark

Multi Character

- Jacaerys x Reader x Aegon smut (inspired by the season 1 dinner gif)

The Last Kingdom

Sihtric Kjartansson

- soft romantic fluff (now a sequel to Viridity)

- angst + fluff (all character, no reader)

- fluff + smut with wife reader

Osferth

- fluff + mild angst (dad!Osferth)

- fluff (dad!Osferth)

Dune

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

- fluff + smut (wife/lover reader)

- smut (rockstar Feyd x groupie reader)

Other Characters

Billy Washington

- song fluff (Last Man Standing - Livingstone)

Masema Dagar

- fluff + angst with mild smut with Goddess Reader (Burn to Ash series)

Ettore

- smut with fellow survivor reader

Benny Cross

- fluff (dad!Benny and wife reader)

[volklana]

I Really feel That I'm Losing My Best Friend.

Modern!Sihtric x Reader

Title Comes From This Song:

Request: Hi lana!! Can I get a best friend modern sithric x fem reader smut? They're just friends until everyone in their friend group brings up that reader and sithric would be a cute couple and it changes the dynamic of the relationship and they begin to have sexual tension until it just blows up

Thank youuu

A/N: I am awful a writing smut so I did my best. I'm really sorry if this wasn't what you wanted. But you know me by now there has to be angst dripping through the plot

Also this is not proof read because I have a fever, but I will correct any mistakes I come across xx

“You always fucking cheat,” you pouted attempting to swipe the cards from Sihtric’s hands and his eyes glistened with mischeviousness.

“Do not,” he laughed incredulously, pulling them away from your hands, to which you physically attempted to wrestle them out of his grasp, his laughter bouncing off the walls.

Uhtred had bored of the game ten minutes ago and was lying sprawled out on the sofa, his head resting on Gisela’s lap, bottle of beer resting on his stomach, and rolled his eyes at the exchange between you and sighed.

“Are you seriously telling me you two are not fucking?” he swiped and Gisela gave him a warning look over the hand of cards she was still holding.

Sihtric completely stilled in your arms and you immediately retreated.

“Oh come on!” Uhtred urged looking to Finan to back him up “I can’t be the only one who thinks this right?”

“We’re just friends,” Sihtric stuttered and Finan and Uhtred laughed.

“I’m your friend and you don’t look at me like you want to take all my clothes off,” Finan teased and Uhtred smirked his way.

“Leave them alone,” Osferth chimed in and you were grateful for a second, “I’m sure they’ll tell us when they are ready,” he smirked.

“It’s not like that-really, we’re just friends,” Sihtric tried to persuade, absolutely refusing to meet your eye.

“I’d like Eadith to be my friend,” Finan winked to Uhtred’s raucous laughter.

“In that case me and Gisela are just friends,” Uhtred chimed along too and you couldn’t help but shrink at being the cause of everyone’s laughter in the room.

“Uhtred!” Gisela warned with a stern look, to which he shrugged in surrender.

“C’mon, you’d be such a cute couple,” Finan added and Sihtric was rising from his spot on the floor, cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment and made his way outside to light a cigarette.

Gisela booted Uhtred off her and tutted “Now look what you’ve done.” 

Your stomach was uneasy as you made your way into the kitchen to get another drink, you could hear Gisela and Uhtred arguing. She was scolding him for being such an arseling and you were grateful to her. 

“You know how shy he is!” she chided.

You watched Sihtric outside, pacing up and down as he smoked. He ran his fingers through his hair and your heart skipped a beat, when he suddenly looked in through the glass and into your eyes.

You made your way outside and he offered you a cigarette which you gladly accepted, and ducked down to meet the flame of his lighter.

“Are you alright?” you tried after a few minutes of uneasy silence.

“I just wish they would cut that shit,” Sihtric sighed “I don’t want things to be awkward between us.”

“They don’t have to be,” you said softly “Sihtric we know what we are, nothing they say matters, okay?”

He nodded, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

“Are we good?” you asked, bumping his arm and he laughed a shaky laugh.

“Always,” he replied.

Uhtred appeared sheepish after a few minutes, scratching the back of his neck, and Sihtric laughed.

“Did Gisela send you out here?” 

“No-Yes. Kinda.” he sighed “The bottom line is I was joking. You’re my friends and I love you both and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” 

“Forget it,” you smiled kindly, squeezing Sihtric’s hand in yours. 

Sihtric tossed and turned on Uhtred’s sofa, you were sleeping soundly on the pull out bed on the floor beside him but Sihtric was sick with anxiety.

He cursed himself for being so weak. It was getting hard to deny to his friends that there was nothing between you both when he couldn’t even deny it to himself any more. He was ashamed at the tears pooling in his eyes, threatening to spill but he swallowed the lump down and willed them away, just as his father had taught him to.

Be a fucking man, it was drilled into his head from as soon as he was old enough to comprehend and he turned his back to face away from you.

Despite his father’s beatings, despite how much he tried to stomp it out of him, Sihtric was soft and he was so painfully in love with you that sometimes his chest physically hurt with longing.

It was pathetic- he was pathetic.

Sihtric drove you back to your apartment the next morning and he was unusually quiet the whole ride back. Usually he would come up for a coffee, but when he didn’t unbuckle his belt and left the car running, you uneasily retrieved your overnight bag from the trunk of his car.

“Thanks for the ride,” you smiled, testing the waters and he gave a tight lipped smile in response.

“Of course, it’s what friends are for,” was all he offered but he didn’t get out to hug you the way he usually did and you climbed the stairs to your apartment with a feeling you couldn’t quite place brewing in your stomach.

You and Sihtric did everything together. You had a weekly cinema date without fail once a week, every week, since you met. Sihtric was a film fanatic, he consumed movies both in the theater and on his own in his apartment. You suspected it was because he was never allowed to watch films as a kid and now he was making up for lost time. You knew just enough about his childhood to know that it was not a happy one. His mum had died, leaving him to be raised by an abusive father and an older half brother who relished in torturing him. Sihtric never went into specifics but you knew that he had gone hungry and dirty for periods of time and the thought of it broke your heart. Because Sihtric was an absolute light in your life, whenever you were with him you were carefree, his joy for the little things in life was absolutely contagious, like the first time you had made him try cotton candy and you watched his eyes widen and a huge grin broke out over his face as he devoured it. But your absolute favourite thing you did together was the spontaneous late night drives in Sihtric’s car with the windows rolled down, singing along to whatever playlist was on, and on so many of those rides you wondered what it would be like if Sihtric were to put his hand on your thigh, or throw his free arm over your shoulder while you snuggled into his side, but you had to quickly dismiss these thoughts, because he had made it abundantly clear time and time again that you were his best friend and you would never risk losing him because of your little fantasies.

Except it felt like you were losing him already since the night of the party...

You collapsed onto your bed and checked your phone for the thousandth time, to find nothing, no memes, no song recommendations, no silly pictures, Sihtric had sent you absolutely nothing in the last four days and you were trying not to let it upset you, but you couldn’t help but feel hurt. This was the longest you had ever gone without hearing from him, he always texted you multiple times a day, and now you were getting radio silence.

You picked up the stuffed bear that Sihtric had won you at the fair a few months back and gave it a squish sadly, it still smelled vaguely of Sihtric's cologne after you had begged him to spray some on him.

You quickly snapped a pic of you kissing its cheek and sent it to Sihtric.

‘We miss you x’

Sihtric opened the message and sighed, how was it possible to be jealous of a damn stuffed toy.

You bit the inside of your cheek, you could see he had opened the message but no little dots popped up to indicate that he was typing back.

You let thirty minutes pass, feeling sick with anxiety the whole time, and when he still hadn’t replied you climbed under your sheets and switched out the lights.

Sihtric felt bad opening your message and not replying, but he sipped his drink as Osferth returned from the bathroom, face briefly lighting up when Osferth announced this round was on him.

While you lay in bed trying to figure out why you were crying.

‘Wish it was me there with you x’ 

He typed after a few hours, and deleted and typed again, before he accidentally pressed send in it his drunken stupidity. He fumbled to quickly unsend it, but the blue tick lit up indicating that you had read it. 

Your heart hammered in your chest, as you considered what you wanted to say, once you crossed this line, you weren’t exactly sure you would be able to put the genie back inside the bottle. 

‘I wish so too x’ 

After what seemed like an eternity he replied,

“Goodnight, y/n, Sweet dreams xx”

Sihtric was avoiding your messages and dodging all your calls. Your heart broke even more when you saw an insta story that Osferth shared of him, Finan and Sihtric at the movies, your stomach sank down to your toes because you had always thought that was yours and Sihtric’s thing.

You messaged him for the umpteenth time that week, ‘Have I done something wrong?’ But just like the previous messages you had sent, he opened but never replied.

Your heart was breaking, you were getting up going to work, and coming straight home and getting into bed. Your anxiety was the worst it had been in years and you kept a hold of your phone, willing a notification to come through anything at all that would show you Sihtric was still your friend. You were going insane at night trying to figure out what you had done wrong, had you offended him somehow? Or worse, had he sensed your feelings for him that night at Uhtred’s and just didn’t want to have the awkward conversation, or let you down gently. 

But the final nail in the coffin came when Gisela texted you late on the Saturday exactly two weeks after the night Uhtred had decided to stir the shit. 

‘I’m so sorry you couldn’t come tonight. It’s not the same without you!’

Your head was whirling, and you felt like you were going to be sick, until our phone lit up again.

‘Sihtric did invite you didn’t he?’

You could have landed Sihtric in the shit by telling her that he hadn't, but you knew Gisela would gut him from the inside out if she knew he was treating you like this, so to protect him you replied.

‘Of course! I’ll catch you next time xx’

Sihtric sat on his reading chair, the lamp in his living room the only thing lighting his apartment. His stomach was twisted up in knots and it wasn’t from the alcohol, it was because of you. He’d been avoiding you for weeks now. Dodging your calls and making excuses to not meet up and when that wasn’t enough he just stopped replying to you altogether. Radio silence.

He knew you didn’t deserve to be treated this way, and if it had been any other man treating you like this he would have offered to kick the shit out of them, but he couldn’t risk you seeing him this way. He had tried for so long to pretend that he had no feelings for you, to act as if you could just be friends, but ever since the night Uhtred had spoken his feelings out loud it was like a damn had burst and trying to bury his feelings now felt like trying to stop the tides with his bare hands.

 The crippling fear of losing you sent him into an avoidant survival state, he had never been shown a healthy way to navigate conflict or loss and so he did what that scared little boy had always done. He hid.

He sipped his brandy,enjoying the way it burned. The ‘what ifs’ swimming around in his mind. What if I were just honest with her? What if she turned her face away in disgust? What if she cast me aside? What if she couldn’t overlook his confession and ever be his friend again. Or, and his heart picked up speed, what if she felt the same?

He was pulled from his thoughts by a gentle knocking on his door, he was tempted to ignore it until the knocking progressively became more insistent.

Finally relenting he opened the door to see you before him, face a mixture of hurt and anger, and red eyes a dead give away that you had been crying.

“We need to talk,” you shook and Sihtric mindlessly stepped aside and allowed you to come in, but he remained frozen to his spot by the door when you reeled on him.

“I don’t understand Sihtric, you’ve been avoiding me for weeks now. You are my best friend and I feel like..I feel like I’m losing you, and I don’t know what I’ve done!” 

“Nothing!” Sihtric choked, shaking his head furiously “You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s me. I’m going through some shit and I just- I needed to deal with it alone.”

The anger softened from your face but the hurt remained, “You know you can talk to me Siht, so you don’t have to go through anything alone. You can tell me anything. Including- if you don’t want to be my friend anymore.”

He didn’t.

He didn’t want to be your friend anymore, he wanted to be so much more, but the fear of rejection kept him rooted to the spot. 

“I’m sorry,” he choked, voice wobbling. “I’m still learning how to communicate, I will try to do better for you I promise.” 

“Sihtric,” you cried crossing the floor and pulling him into a hug, “You don’t have to try. You just have to be you,” you muttered as your arms locked around his shaking form.

“I just really missed you,” you whispered into his hair, the smell of his apple scented shampoo that you loved filling your senses. 

“Gods, I missed you too,” he replied, shaking, but grasping on to you. 

And so things went back to some form of normality but the weight of two unspoken confessions were hanging over the friendship. 

You were officially invited to group outings again and you and Sihtric slipped back into a somewhat familiarity with each other. 

Except Sihtric felt like he was trapped in a snare. Every time you spoke, his eyes lingered on your lips imagining what they would feel like to kiss, what they would look like wrapped around his- he shook his head before his mind could even wander down that path. He was consumed with longing for you, day and night it was all he could think about, but fear of losing you always knocked whatever bravery he had within him to tell you the truth. 

Until the night he saw you across the dancefloor, dancing with another man, head thrown back in joy as he moved his body in time with yours to the beat and before he could even think straight he was marching across the floor and grasping your arm.

“Sihtric?” you questioned face full of worry.

“Please, I need to talk to you?” he begged and you followed him in an instant outside, completely ignoring the call of the man you had been dancing with moments ago.

Sihtric paced back and forward in front of you and you tried to reach out a hand to steady him but he swatted it away. 

“I have to tell you the truth,” he finally rushed “I can’t hold this in any longer. I’ve tried, believe me I’ve tried so hard to- but I can’t do it anymore.”

“Sihtric?”

"-I’m in love with you y/n. Painfully. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember, and I’ve been avoiding you because I know you don’t feel the same and you just want us to be friends, but I can’t pretend anymore.”

You were silent for a moment, considering him, “Who said I just wanted to be friends?” you asked bewildered.

“What?” Sihtic reeled, mismatched eyes boring into yours in surprise.

“Sihtric Kjartansson," you sighed "It is you who wanted us to stay friends. I have always wanted to be more.”

“What? He repeated face scowling trying to understand.

“At Finan’s birthday last year, you took the forfeit over the dare to kiss me, because you said you didn’t want to kiss a friend. From that night on I tried to put my feelings to bed.”

Sihtric pinched the bridge of his nose in disbelief “I didn’t kiss you that night because once I kissed you I would never have been able to stop.”

“Then I really wish you had kissed me that night,” you smiled and took his hand “In fact I think you should kiss me now.”

He didn’t need to be told twice , he surged forward, cupping your face in his hands and kissed you.

You looked up at Sihtric through hooded eyes, his naked torso glistening with a sheen of sweat. His slender body and muscled arms looked like a god carved from marble in Ancient Greece and you were willing to get down on your knees and worship.

He placed his thumb on your bottom lip, sliding your lips open as he inspected your waiting form below him.

“So beautiful,” he mused, dark eyes raking over your body “So beautiful and mine.” 

You hmmd against his thumb, and he moved to hook his finger under your chin forcing you to look up into his eyes “Say it,” he commanded “Say that you’re mine.”

Your eyes fluttered with adoration and the hazy smile that crossed your face had Sihtric’s pulse racing “I’m yours Sihtric,” you promised, “Only yours.”

“Let me show you,” you begged and you moved with him towards the bed, where he sat looking unsure for a moment, until you pressed a gentle hand to his chest, motioning for him to lay back. Others who did not know Sihtric like you did might have expected a dominant, possessive lover but you knew him better than anyone else in the whole world.

What he needed was to be taken care of, to be shown he was worthy of love and given it freely, and reassured that you were going nowhere and now that you’d had this taste of him you truly would never leave him again.

You were lovedrunk as you kissed down along his neck, collarbones, his chest and followed down the length of his abdomen, before finally taking him in your mouth.

He was a whimpering, moaning mess beneath you and he surprised even himself when he eventually found the strength to stop you, picking you up and flipping you over before slipping inside you with a gasp.

He picked up a pace that had you gasping and grabbing at his strong back for something to hold on to. Something to stop you falling off the edge. When you could finally not hold on any longer, urged by Sihtric’s whispers for you to let go, you did, seeing stars as you gripped him through his own release. 

If there was one thing you had learned about Sihtric it was that he truly meant what he said when he told you that he would never have been able to stop with one kiss, the man was insatiable. His lips or hands were always on yours and you did not know where he found his stamina for in the bedroom but one thing was for sure, he had never felt this kind of love in his entire life and he was never letting it out of his grasp again. 

Tagging: @canyonmoon-2@sihtricfedaraaahvicius@whitedarkmoonflower@shamrockqueen@thenameswinter99@foxyanon@acdassenza@thatawkwardlittlefangirl @gemini-mama

[foxyanon]

The Lives of Friends-Rhaenerys & Sihtric Prequel Masterlist

Summary: The background of Rhaenerys & Sihtric, and how they came to be.

AN: This is a companion piece to The Lives of Friends SMAU collaboration between myself, @zaldritzosrose, @legitalicat and @thenameswinter99 (fic blog @thenameswinterfics). Thank you three for listening to me gushing about these two, and helping bring this story to life.

TW: Language, conversations of a sexual nature, alcohol use, Sihtric is a simp, Maegor is slightly chill (gods bless modern medicine and Elvira fr)

Pairing(s): Rhaenerys Targaryen (OC) x Sihtric Kjartansson, Uhtred Ragnarsson x Gisela Hathacanutesdottir (background), Alisanne Stark (OC) x Aethelred Lannister (background), Finan x Eadith (background), Maegor Targaryen x Elvira Harclay (background)

Dividers by @arcielee

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10