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GIGGLING SCREAMING KICKING MY FEET

Divine Violence: Part Two

Summary: Prophecy was a dangerous thing. “The one akin to you, will be your downfall.” Daemon could only think of one. His nephew, Aemond. He had not even considered another. Viserra. His niece. While unlike him in physical skill and prowess, she was more than Daemon’s mirror in temperament. The twins, married in the ways of Valyria, and a force that Daemon soon would reckon with.

TW: She/Her Pronouns, use of OC (Viserra Targaryen), mentions of character deaths, canon-typical incest/twincest, mentions of child death, descriptions of sex (not full smut).

Words: 1,769

Valyrian translations at the bottom of the post.

And AGAIN, thank you @legitalicat for being my lovely beta!

Sex and Vengeance

She felt sick. Stomach twisting into knots over and over. Jaehaerys dying was one thing, but to know Daemon had been the one behind the act was another. Viserra could not bear to tell Aegon herself, sending word through Ser Criston and Larys Strong instead. What she felt was nothing compared to what Aegon would feel, she knew that, but she could not bring herself to see the emotions when they raged through him.

Aemond, however, knew something was wrong the moment she entered their chambers.

“Ābrazyrys?” Aemond asked, the moment she shut the door, just one word enough to convey his concern.

He was a man of few words, in even Viserra, but he was perceptive. From the way her brow remained furrowed, and her hands clenched and relaxed. Aemond knew she had been down to the cells, something he had not hesitated to berate Aegon for allowing. Not that Aemond believed she would be unsafe, but he knew whatever she heard would shake her to her core.

When she did not answer, he walked over, setting down his book with little ceremony. His focus now was Viserra, hands on her arms to keep her in front of him.

“Tell me.”

Only then did she look at him, concern evident in the way he stared and the thin set of his lips. But it was as though she could not form words. Nothing would be enough to convey what she felt.

“Daemon.” Was all she could manage. But it was enough.

Aemond could piece together the rest and Viserra could feel the subtle tightening of his grip as he held back his own anger. His rage could wait. Revenge would be had, one way or another. But he had to focus on her now.

“It was Daemon…” She repeated, as if finally coming to terms with the situation.

Aemond remained silent, words were not what Viserra needed right now. He knew her as well as himself, like she was an extension of his own body and soul. He led her gently to the couch by the fire, where he had been reading when she entered. Silently, he sat down and coaxed her into his lap.

He could almost hear her mind whirring, processing everything that had happened. Not only today, but in the last few weeks. Lucerys, dead. Jaehaerys, dead. Helaena catatonic and Aegon sick with rage. Their mother and grandsire doing the best to hold the family together. Her only solace was Aemond now, the only one who could keep her sane.

His hands rested on her back, pulling her closer and urging her to curl her body into his. She was quick to relent, her head buried in his neck as she finally let herself process it all. Tears soaked the fabric of his shirt, but Aemond cared little. Viserra needed it. He needed it, his own eye stinging with tears he still would not shed. His hands firm as he rubbed up and down her back, slowly but surely calming the heaving of her breath as she sobbed.

“We have to do something.” Viserra mumbled, or at least that is what Aemond thought she said.

He leaned back and tilted her body to look at her, his finger under her chin. One brow raised which told her to repeat herself.

“We need to do something.” She said again, this time far more forceful.

Aemond knew where she was headed. Revenge. The same thing he wanted, that Aegon wanted. That their family wanted. But the way she asked, the look in her eyes. She meant the two of them. Not the family.

Them.

“We?” Aemond asked, his thumb stroking over the curve of her chin.

“What shall we do, my love?” he asked, his thumb now tugging down gently on the flesh of her lip.

Viserra paused, distracted by not only his proximity, but the warmth of his hand and the way he stared. What did she want? Revenge, yes. But how? It was not as though they could demand Daemon be brought to them, that would never work.

They needed to be clever about this.

Aemond took advantage of her silence and began to pepper kisses over her neck and jaw. For the two of them, there was never a wrong moment for intimacy. Nothing ever stood in the way of their respective appetites.

“What would my sweet idaña do in her vengeance?” Aemond muttered between kisses, knowing his voice and touch was enough to not only relax her, but entice her.

The sigh Viserra let out was enough to tell him it was working. The way she leaned into him, silently asking for more contact.

“We cannot demand Daemon come stand for his deeds…” Viserra said softly, doing her best to concentrate as Aemond moved down her jaw to her neck.

All she received in response was a hum of approval. Politics and strategy were his game, not hers. She preferred the more, secretive arts. Using the smallest morsel of information against another where she could, an art she had perfected by now. Aemond focused solely on distracting her, letting her relax and think things through.

With practised hands, he maneuvered her to straddle his lap, hands squeezing her thighs when she did not continue talking.

“Word says he is in Harrenhal, laying claim to the stronghold for Rhaenyra’s cause,”

Aemond nodded as he nipped at her neck, hands continuing to knead the flesh of her thighs as he bunched her skirts higher. All of this was the obvious part, to him anyway. But he needed Viserra to work things through. She needed to work things through.

“Harrenhal would be a prize and more for our cause, would it not, brother?” Viserra pulled herself away to force his answer.

“A prize, yes, but how would we take it?” Aemond countered and Viserra narrowed her eyes at him, earning her a smirk in response as he resumed his attack on her skin.

“Our uncle is arrogant, but he will expect retaliation. He would expect Aegon to send an army at least,” Viserra replied as her hands tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to have him biting a little harder at her neck.

“So, we do not send an army.”

Aemond had to admit, he had not expected such coherence in her plan. Not because he doubted her intelligence, Viserra was more than she seemed. But because he had expected to be filled with a rage that would near burn her from the inside, not be calculated and planned in her vengeance so soon. His smirk could be felt against her neck, telling her she was right.

“I do listen when you prattle on about strategy, you know, my darling,” Viserra purred, tugging him away from her neck and bringing his lips to hers.

“Jāhor ao gūrogon vengeance rūsīr issa?”

Aemond near growled in response, even more so to the High Valyrian. Ever since Storm’s End, he had kept vengeance in his mind and heart. The death of Jaehaerys had only made that need greater. Now, having Viserra has desperate for it as he was, he would leave tonight and burn Harrenhal to the ground if she asked.

"Va moriot.” Was the last word from Aemond’s lips before he had his lips on hers, near throwing her down onto the couch below in his haste.

Some men found lust and desire by softer means, like the flirtation or tender touch of their lady. Aemond, however, found it in the darkness that lived in his sweet sister. That fire that never failed to have both his heart and cock demanding her. And Viserra was always willing.

Aemond’s hands slid under her skirts, making quick work of her smallclothes before slipping his fingers deftly between her folds. It seemed talking about vengeance atop him had been enough to get his precious wife excited. But Viserra was not here for his teasing this time.

“Do not tease tonight, valzȳrys,” Viserra hissed down at him and Aemond chuckled but relented. He knew better than to argue.

He made quick work of his preparations, fingertips spreading her slick over her skin as his other hand made quick work of his own breeches. Tonight, would not be a night for soft caresses and slow sensuality. But Aemond remained gentle as he entered her, as he always was, earning him a moan from Viserra to match his own growl of satisfaction.

His movements were gentle but hurried, pushing inside her until he could move no further. Hands pinning hers above her head as he began to rut into her, lips kissing whatever skin he could.

There was no softness and romance, the two of them pouring all emotion they had into this one act. Aemond’s thrusts brutal as he kissed and nipped any skin he could. Viserra’s nails digging into the hand that held her wrists while her legs wrapped tight around his waist.

Soon, release found them both. Nothing but grunts and growls from Aemond mixed with the soft chants of his name from Viserra. Slowly, he stilled, gently settling his weight atop her as he released her hands.

“I will give you, and our family, the vengeance we deserve, my sweet sister…”

Alys had been summoned to Daemon’s chambers, which surprised her. The prince never asked for her presence since she had given him her last vision. He had all but avoided her. But he had been given word that she had done nothing but stare into her flames for the last three days.

The three days that had past since word had reached him of the success of Blood and Cheese, and rumours had circled she had seen another vision.

“You called, my prince?” Alys asked, standing close to the door as Daemon turned to acknowledge her.

He nodded, gesturing for Alys to come closer.

“The servants said you have been at the flames? Is this true?” Daemon asked, sounding sceptical as usual.

Alys knew this was coming, despite how he would mock her abilities, he still sought them out.

“I have, do you wish to know what I saw?”

Daemon knew to take the witch’s words with a grain of salt. Never outrightly believe what she said, but he needed to know. And what Alys had seen, would change everything. The question was, how much would she reveal?

Alys began to explain, in her usual frustratingly ambiguous way, her vision. The sudden rush of sight that had hit her hard as she had stared into the flames. Slips of silver hair. The quick flashes of blood, flame, and battle.

A decision made.

Vengeance would be taken.

Valzȳrys = husband

Idaña = twin

Ābrazyrys = wife

“Jāhor ao gūrogon vengeance rūsīr issa?” = "Will you take vengeance with me?"

"Va moriot." = "Always."

a/n I do use a translator so the High Valyrian won't be perfect!

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I love it

To Prepare His Bed teaser

Full fic warnings: 18+! smut, angst, fluff.

The air was thick and warm, your bodies coated with sweat and glistening in the dim flames of lit torches and candles in Sihtric's room. Your hands were tangled in his loose locks while your tongues nearly intertwined as you kissed vigorously. Sihtric was tender, with soft loving touches and deep passionate kisses, cherishing every part of you and wanting to please you as much as he needed the pleasure himself. His moans were low and heavy, in sync with his slow and rhythmic thrusts into you while you felt every inch of him deep inside you.

This had been bound to happen; you, underneath him in his bed, both unclothed, with your lips and tongues locked in a passionate kiss while hands were tangled in each other's hair and digging into each other's skin. Sihtric was a widow. The widowed Lord of Dunholm, and he had been a secretive and solitary man for years. But Sihtric was also a man of status and wealth, while you were merely one of the several maids under his employment. You were tasked with washing his clothes and sweeping the floor in his bedroom, as well as preparing the bed for him every night. And you had been chosen by the man himself to wash, comb and braid his hair every few days. The latter was a task you thoroughly enjoyed as it was an intimate and pleasantly time consuming process. You loved being close to his soothing energy, and you had caught feelings for your Lord ever since the very first time you were in his slightly intimidating presence. And evidently, you hadn't gone unnoticed by him either.

You had just washed his hair one late evening before it happened. A long, silent and lustful tension had lingered before it was acted upon. Sihtric sat at the desk in his royal bedroom, his eyes scanning a map on which the surrounding lands of Dunholm were drawn, his damp hair recently combed by you and tucked behind his ears. In the dull mirror that hung above his desk, which was simply a large silver plate, you noticed his eyes began to follow you occasionally as you prepared his bed...

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The WIPs

Decided to actually make a separate list of just my WIPs for those who wish to know what I’m working on, they will still be on my masterlist as well. Italics are ones I’m actively writing. I will update this as I add or remove works.

My Forever: Vampire!Sihtric x Corvina

Forsaken One: Masema x Corvina

A Clever Fox: S3!Sihtric x Aesira

The Beast of Coocham: Werewolf!Sihtric x Aesira

To Love A Dragon: S2!Sihtric x Rhaenerys

Dōna Tala (Sweet Daughter): S3!Sihtric x Rhaenerys

The Last War: SKMD!Sihtric x Rhaenerys

Vizima’s Wraith: Witcher!Sihtric x Tisevia

Making It Up To You: Modern!Masema x Reader x Modern!Sihtric

Hot Summer Nights: Modern!Sihtric x Reader

Convincingly Human Part 2: S3!Sihtric x Dragon Shifter!Reader

Widows of Normandy: Modern!Sihtric x Reader

To Make A Legend, Epilogue: Guinevere!Sihtric x Arthur!Reader, Camelot AU

No Longer A Myth, Epilogue: Canon!Sihtric x Arthur!Reader, Resurrection AU

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The Dragon of Valhalla

An Assassin's Creed Valhalla x The Last Kingdom x House of the Dragon crossover.

AN: Thank you to Foxy ( foxyanon ) for your wonderful counsel in Nordic traditions and Norse Paganism. I am slowly putting together/converging the timelines and storylines from The Last Kingdom and Assassin's Creed Valhalla, as well as figuring out the way each loreset works with each other and how I need to adjust them.

CW: Violence, language, talk of divinity, heavy religious themes, war between Saxons and Danes so there will be religion based violence and hatred from both sides, unrequited love, obsessions, soul mates, divine intervention

Pairings: Anya the Ashen x Sihtric Kjartansson, Anya the Ashen x Aemond Targaryen, Eivor Varinsdottir x Hytham of the Hidden Ones

Anya the Ashen

Chapter 1

Face Claims

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I know Arnas is very busy with looking good on a beach in Thailand and all that, but if he could just spare us another crumb on insta... I miss him.

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The Dragon of Valhalla

An Assassin's Creed Valhalla x The Last Kingdom x House of the Dragon crossover

AN: I am so excited to share this with you! Special thanks to Lana ( zaldritzosrose ) for the header and dividers, and to Foxy ( foxyanon ) for your consultation on Nordic customs.

Masterlist here!

Summary: Destiny, divinity. Whatever it takes to bring heroes together.

CW: Titles used as a way to install fear, brushing off one's mother and Jarlskona.

Word Count: 1.3k

Chapter 1

893 AD

Ravensthorpe, Kingdom of Mercia

Ravensthorpe, for a moment at least, was peaceful. Children played, reminding Eivor of how small her own daughter once was. She hadn’t seen her in four years. But she could understand the importance of such a journey, of finding oneself and properly testing one’s mettle. Though if rumors were to be believed, that was about change.

Randvi had received a message just that morning that Anya had been seen once more in the rivers of England. Already, Eivor could feel the difference in the air. It was almost like the wind carried the whispered fears of Saxons.

In the twenty years since their arrival in Mercia, they had managed to build their reputation. The Raven Clan stood out to Danes and Saxons alike by now. It was not usual for a Dane settlement to prosper so completely in the way Ravensthorpe had. Most of it was due to Eivor’s leadership. Though, it was Anya’s name that had, at some point, stood out just as her mother’s.

The Saxons were terrified of her. At first, she was called Anya the Ashen, as wherever she raided was left as nothing but ash. But eventually, they adopted one word from the Danes to speak about her. One way to describe her. The name they whisper in fear, as though calling her to them should they speak it out loud.

Nidhogg, Harbinger of the End.

The Saxons only knew that the mythical creature was evil. They did not quite realize they were equating Anya to a being powerful enough to end the entire existence of them. Anya preferred they did not know. She thought it amusing that they unknowingly gave her a power they thought only their God could have.

Hytham walked up to Eivor, who had been leaning against the entrance to the longhouse. He saw his wife look longingly at the docks of Ravensthorpe. Though she was not, this time, hopeless looking.

“Randvi told you?” he asked, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“She has told me many things,” Eivor said nonchalantly.

She had calmed a lot as she had aged. There was once a time in which Eivor would be piling into a longship and sailing off to greet their daughter in a raid. But now, now Eivor would allow a proper arrival for her. It wasn’t much to most, but it was a lot for Eivor.

“And was one of those things the rumor she brings with her a dragon?” Hytham asked.

“It cannot possibly be true, can it?” Eivor asked. Part of her could only believe that it was the Saxons being dramatic again.

But there was the fleeting thought that maybe her daughter truly was a Harbinger.

Horns sounding from down the river. People started shouting. Eivor and Hytham both started walking forward to see more of the waters. It was like their words had spoken true.

In the distance, there was a great green winged beast, as large as their longhouse if not larger, soaring through the sky. And in the river below came a longship with Anya’s red banner bearing the symbol of the Raven Clan.

By the time Eivor rang the bell, alerting more people of the arrival, and made it to the docks, the ship was pulling in. The crew of warriors she had taken with her had aged. Their journey had taken its toll on them. The dragon landed on a hill just to the west outside Ravensthorpe, shaking the earth all around them.

Anya stepped onto the docks with a quiet but obvious thud as her boots hit the wooden docks. Small sections of her auburn hair had been braided and tied together at the back, keeping it just enough from her face but allowed it to be free flowing otherwise, a feather of a raven tucked behind her ear. She wore a bright red shirt and black pants under her leather armor pieces. Her face held softly defined lines. She looked much more like Eivor’s mother than either of them, though her hair seemed to be made of fire in some lights, and with Hytham’s eyes in both shape and color.

When she looked to her parents, her axe strapped to her back, Eivor swore she felt the winds shift. The cool breeze that once blew over Ravensthorpe going east seemed to have suddenly changed it’s mind. It now went south, dislodging the feather from her hair and carrying it away.

“Ma, da,” she greeted them with a smile before walking over to them and hugging each tightly.

Even now, Eivor could see she was changed. Anya was much like Sigurd in the fact that she left a girl and returned a woman. But unlike her uncle, she was not weighed by beginnings of madness. She did not try to hide coughing up blood or paleness around the eyes. She looked stronger than ever, more sure of herself.

Anya was joined by two men Eivor did not recognize. One from the ship and the other from the direction of the dragon. And again, Eivor could not help but think of Sigurd returning to Norway after his travels, flanked by Basim and Hytham. The man from the ship had raven hair and deep brown eyes, wearing what appeared to be a full armor set fashioned from metal. The man from the dragon had hair so light in color it almost glowed. He wore an eye patch over one eye, the other was a light purple, and he was dressed in leathers.

“Who are these men?” Eivor asked.

“We will speak in private, ma. And with luck, all will be explained. But first, I speak to Valka. Alone. I trust you will help my friends get acquainted in the meantime,” Anya said. She motioned to the blonde man. “This is Aemond, Prince of a realm known as Westeros. And there is his knight, Ser Criston. Make it known they are here as my guests.”

Anya did not give further explanation. She merely began walking up the hill, towards Valka’s Hut.

Kingdom of Wessex

It was midday when Uhtred told his men to stop. They had been marching for hours, making their way towards Mercia.

Rumors of the Raven Clan preparing to welcome The Ashen home had only just reached Coccham that morning when they were leaving. And Uhtred planned to be there. The seer Skade had pushed Uhtred towards this goal, promising victory to fall at his feet.

Sihtric approached Uhtred, both as his soldier and friend.

"You truly think Mercia will be any better? Their king still holds, no matter what this girl says," Sihtric said. His distrust of Skade had been immediate and obvious, viewing her already as a poison to Uhtred. "We should be going straight for Dunholm. Or Bebbanburg. Even East Anglia is a better choice."

Uhtred looked to Sihtric. He had fought beside Sihtric for years, just a few shy of a decade to be exact. He trusted Sihtric, knew as a fighter there was almost none to match him. Yet, for all of Sihtric's positives, he did not possess the ability to see divine truth. Not as Skade could.

"We rest. Then we continue to Mercia. Ravensthorpe would not be a bad place to have allies, if nothing else," Uhtred told Sihtric. "Destiny shines upon this plan, Sihtric."

Sihtric only nodded, very slightly. He muttered something about deciding to hunt, that he would return by night. Uhtred watched as he stalked off.

Sihtric felt the wind once more. He had felt it all day, though he appeared to be the only to notice the way they shifted. When they left Coccham that morning, fifty men behind them, he spoke to Uhtred, Finan, and Osferth of feeling changed. Of feeling a pulling that he did not understand. Not even could properly explain it.

When he stepped out of sight of Uhtred, there was a sudden gust of wind. It caused a sway in the trees, begging them to bend to such a force. Sihtric almost continued forward, needing more space from the camp that was being formed.

Then a feather of a raven fell at his feet, a few strands of flaming air wrapped around it.

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legitalicat · 23 hours

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ULTRA THIN DRAGON DIVIDERS.

Tried something for my own blog and thought I’d share! These are thin and small, because I prefer that, but I’ll make some bigger ones soon, too!

Please consider to like or reblog if you use!

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Note: Request by @alexagirlie! thank you so much, I loved this one. I wrote this while listening to my Organica playlist and I was feeeelinggg it, I even added some song titles again. Anyway, hope you like it!

Warnings: fluff/smut. 18+!!

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You met a hot DJ at a rave, but aren't all DJ's just rude fuckboys?

wordcount: 4,1k

Masterlist

'Got a request, pretty?'

The music was loud and the venue was packed: Gisela had taken you to your first ever rave and, so far, you loved it. The beats were good, the bass was vibrating through your entire body, and the laser lights made everything in the old warehouse look as if you were high, but you weren't.

'You know you can request songs too?' Gisela yelled in your ear as she danced.

'Really?' you yelled back, happily, because the music was good, but you had no idea how to move to the current song.

'Yeah! Just go to the DJ!' she shouted and gave you a little shove.

She went off dancing without you, while you had been shoved into a man who was on his way to the DJ booth.

'Sorry!' you yelled as the man turned around at the sudden push in his back.

You stared up at the guy and froze, you had never seen a man as handsome as him. He was tall and very well built, and he smelled nice too. He had a few scars on his gorgeous face and his dark hair was braided on top and halfway to his sides, whereas the lower half was shaved and the braids were tied back into a small ponytail. He wore dark clothes and a bronze Mjölner necklace. He had a tattoo on his neck, which you thought was really hot, and the hint of eyeliner around his eyes made him even more attractive.

'Don't worry about it,' the incredibly handsome man smiled.

You stared at each other for a few seconds.

'You a DJ?' you asked as you saw the black headphones around his neck.

'Yeah, I play in about twenty minutes,' he said, looking you up and down.

Then he held his hand out. You took it, and he pulled you closer.

'I'm Sihtric,' he said in your ear. He leaned back to look at you for a short moment, and then leaned back in again, 'what's your name, pretty?'

You giggled and yelled your name in his ear, while he still held your hand and kept you close.

'Nice to meet you!' Sihtric smiled. 'Hey, I gotta set up my stuff,' he said, 'why don't you come and request a tune later?'

'I was just about to do that actually,' you said and looked up at the current DJ.

'Nah,' Sihtric shook his head with a sly smile, 'request it when I'm up there, yeah?'

'Maybe,' you shrugged.

'I promise I'll play it,' Sihtric winked and finally let go of your hand.

You watched the insanely handsome man turn around and continue his way to the booth.

You had no idea DJ's were that good looking. His toned biceps were impressive, he had a bright and sweet smile, as well as a flirty look in his eyes when he spoke to you. You were smitten, but you also knew he was probably a fuckboy. Everyone knows DJ's get a lot of ladies, but you did feel a little flattered when he eyed you up as he was setting up his gear.

While you met the hot DJ, your friend Gisela had met a handsome guy herself. He was named Uhtred, or something, you weren't sure if you heard it correctly as the music was still way too loud. Regardless, you felt a little awkward as your friend and her new hunky rave partner only had eyes for each other, so you told her you'd be near the bar.

You ordered yourself a drink and spotted Sihtric across the bar, leaning up on his elbows as he was checking a few cables under the only normal white light in the entire venue. Your eyes were glued to him, you didn't even notice the bartender already placed your drink in front of you seconds ago, and you locked eyes with Sihtric when he looked up. He gave you a half smile and cocked his head up slightly, greeting you. You were surprised he seemed to remember you and, even if it was only like ten minutes ago, you clearly left an impression. You grinned when you saw he made his way over to you.

'Hey,' Sihtric said, and loosely circled his arm around your waist.

'Hey,' you smiled, leaning in a little bit more than you probably should, but you liked his attention.

'You alone here, pretty?'

Oh, there we go, you thought. He was going to try and get in your pants now. And as hot as he was, you wouldn't even mind, but you weren't the type of girl who did one night stands. But he didn't have to know that, yet…

'No, I'm with a friend,' you said, 'but she found a guy to dance with, so…' you shrugged.

'Ah,' Sihtric chuckled in your ear, and it made your knees weak, 'I understand,' he said.

You smiled at each other for a moment and he checked his watch.

'I still have a few minutes,' he said, his hand resting on your lower back, 'wanna dance?'

This guy was really asking you to dance? You couldn't believe it, and you gladly accepted.

Sihtric took your hand and led you into the warm crowd. The whole place was basically a dancefloor, but the vibes were better in the middle of the crowd than near the bar. Sihtric turned to face you and pulled you a little closer, then he spun you around and both his big, warm hands settled on your hips. You pressed your back against his chest, and he pulled your buttocks against his groin, which you both didn't mind at all. He guided your body along with his to the deep house beat, and you enjoyed it for as long as it lasted.

Unfortunately, after just one song he told you he had to get up to the booth, as he was about to play.

'Don't forget to request that song,' Sihtric winked again and kissed your hand, then disappeared into the crowd.

You were happy to see, and hear, that Sihtric played music you enjoyed and could easily move to, unlike the crazy beats the previous DJ had played. He started his set with Afters, by Gettoblasters, and it set the whole dance floor on fire when that full beat kicked in after about a minute. You still had no idea where Gisela was, so you just entertained yourself and watched Sihtric move his body smoothly to the beats he knew all too well, and you immediately missed the way his body had felt against yours only moments ago.

Sihtric's eyes easily found you in the crazy coloured, crowded room, and he gave you a sweet yet cheeky smile. You both enjoyed the sight of each other becoming one with the music, and he only reluctantly broke eye contact because he had to focus on his equipment as he mixed in a new song when Afters ended. He smoothly transitioned the beat to Other Side by Azzecca, and once again the venue was on fire. You couldn't find a single person who was not moving their body.

Then you suddenly spotted Gisela, who was grinding up against that Uhtred guy, and you laughed as you rolled your eyes. You wouldn't see her again tonight you figured, so you decided to go and request your song. Sihtric didn't see you approach as he was focused on messing with the beat on his synthesiser, creating that build up to the anticipated bass drop. And it did wonders. You neared the booth as Sihtric leaned into his synth, carefully mixing the song smoothly into Pogo by Gry Bagøien, one of the songs you actually wanted to request. And you just started laughing. Sihtric looked up and saw you in front of him. He smiled sweetly as he bit down on his lip, and beckoned you to come on up to the side of the booth.

Sihtric crouched down to match your height, as the booth was up on a knee high platform, and he leaned in as he pushed his headphones down to rest around his neck.

'Got a request, pretty?' he smiled.

'Yeah, but you're already playing it,' you chuckled.

'No way,' Sihtric laughed, 'got another one?'

'Hmm, maybe,' you smiled, 'how about Fo Free?'

'By OMNOM?' Sihtric asked, 'yeah I can fix that for you. You gotta give me a moment, I have to search for it.'

'Sure, no rush,' you said, and you wanted to back off again to let him do his thing.

'Why don't you come up here?' he quickly asked, pointing back into the DJ booth.

'Really?' you frowned, 'why?'

'To keep me some company,' he smiled.

You stared at the DJ, and a sudden white light flashed fast across his face, revealing his mismatched eyes.

'Hey,' you smiled, 'your… your eyes-'

'Heterochromia,' Sihtric said, and held his hand out.

You knew you would probably regret this later, as you thought he was really cute, for a fuckboy of course, but it's not like you had someone else to keep you company right now. You took his hand and Sihtric pulled you up on the platform, and with his arm loosely circled around your waist, he pulled you with him to his DJ mixer panels. He added your requested song once he found it, keeping his promise he'd play it.

'Wanna learn something?' Sihtric smiled.

You gave him a quick nod, and he moved you gently to stand in front of him. Sihtric pressed his chest against your back and snuck his arms under yours, resting his chin upon your shoulder as he leaned in, looking down at his panels.

'Watch,' he said, his lips grazed your ear when he spoke.

You watched his hands and the way his tattooed fingers twisted a few buttons, and you heard the song slowly transition into another banger; Purpose by T-Puse. You looked back over your shoulder and smiled at him. Goddamn, he was really sexy, you thought. And as if he could read your thoughts, Sihtric gave you a cheeky smile.

He kept his chin on your shoulder, but instead of leaning over you, he leaned back. His knees slightly bent so his crotch area was lined up with your buttocks, and he pulled you in when the beat dropped, pressing your body firmly against his as he wrapped his strong arm around your waist, keeping his free hand on his mixing panel. Sihtric effortlessly moved you smoothly along with his warm body to the pleasant beat, leaning the side of his face against yours. You felt his hot breath on your neck, the bass underneath your feet, and you suddenly felt both his hands slide down your sides, only to settle on your hips so he could control your movements along with his even better. And despite the loud music, you heard his soft laugh in your ear.

'You're really sexy,' he husked, 'are you taken, pretty?'

You felt lightheaded at the entire moment. The music, the flashing lights, the feeling of Sihtric's body against yours, his low, calm voice in your ear as his lips grazed your skin with each word he spoke. You could just faint in his arms right now.

'I- I'm not taken, no,' you managed to say, to which Sihtric hummed satisfyingly, and the sound sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

Fuck, you thought, you shouldn't develop a crush on this guy… chances of him being a decent dude are very slim.

'Wanna come home with me after my set?' he suddenly asked.

You shouldn't.

'Maybe,' you answered, 'but… I- I… I don't know what you expect, but if it's a one night stand, you got the wrong girl-'

'Who said anything about only spending one night together?'

You looked back over your shoulder again, and Sihtric smiled sweetly at you. Could he really be a decent guy? But before you could say another word, he took your hands and brought them up to the mixer panels.

'Your song is up next,' he said, 'remember what I did?'

'Yeah,' you nodded, pointing at two buttons, 'those two, right?'

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed loud enough for you to hear, 'mix your song into this one, darling.'

'But what if I fuck it up?' you laughed.

Sihtric placed his hands carefully on yours, 'You won't,' he said, 'I'll help you, doll.'

You smiled when he helped you turn the buttons at a steady pace, and you heard the first beats of your favourite tune slowly fade in, before it fully took over the room.

'Yeah, that's it, babe,' Sihtric breathed in your ear, and you felt dizzy at his words.

He then pulled you flush against his body, your back once again firmly pressed against his broad chest, making you dance with him once more as the beat dropped, hard. And you allowed yourself to just get lost in the moment. You felt his hands trail down to your hips again, and you brought your own hands up, resting loosely behind you on the back of his neck, keeping him just as close as he kept you.

'So how about that offer?' Sihtric asked as you danced.

'Going home with you?'

'Yeah?'

'I'm not sure, Sihtric…'

He was quick to spin you around, and pulled you close again as he faced you. He towered over you and positioned one leg between your thighs, one hand on your waist and his other cupped your cheek. He stared deeply into your eyes with that sweet smile on his face as you both kept moving in sync with the music.

'It doesn't have to be a one night stand,' Sihtric said and licked his lips, 'you probably don't believe me, but I'm not like that either.'

You stared up at him, you weren't sure about what to say. Sihtric seemed so sincere, but you were still a little hesitant.

'I promise,' Sihtric smiled and leaned in, bringing his lips back to your ear, 'I will treat you like the goddess that you are. I will make you feel really good, baby.'

He pulled back to look at you, and he found your wide eyes locked on him. Sihtric smiled, tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb, and he leaned in again.

'I will make you feel really fucking good,' he chuckled in your ear, and then pecked your cheek.

Sihtric looked back at his equipment, mixing another song as your request was almost over. And when a new beat started to play, he looked back at you again.

'Just think about it,' Sihtric said, 'no pressure, okay?' he smiled and brushed his fingers over your cheek.

'I… maybe,' you stammered.

'Look, my set is another half hour,' he said, 'if you like, we could meet up after I pack my stuff. But again, no pressure, okay?'

'I'll think about… but I'll have to tell my friend if I decide to go with you,' you said.

You had thought over Sihtric's offer, and deemed yourself insane for not just going with him and seeing where it leads to. After you told Gisela about your plan, she wished you a good night, as she was already leaving with that guy Uhtred. You both promised to stay in touch, sharing your live locations before you left, and agreed that if something felt off, you'd call each other right away.

Sihtric drove you back to his house, and if he really was a fuckboy, he was doing an Oscar-worthy job of not acting like one. He was very polite, kind and gentle, as well as funny and relaxed. And a flirt.

At his place, he made you some tea as you talked in the kitchen, genuinely getting to know each other a little. You both were fascinated with each other as well as quickly developing some kind of romantic feelings.

'I have to ask,' you said as Sihtric led you to his bedroom, 'you pick up a lot of girls at raves?'

'I don't, actually,' he said, a little embarrassed, 'my friends do, but I- I can't just be intimate with someone, or even kiss someone if I feel no real attraction.'

'So you feel a real attraction?' you grinned.

'I do, lady,' Sihtric smiled as he gently pushed you to sit down on his bed, 'and,' he licked his lips, 'I'd like to thank you for keeping me company during my set.'

'Oh, really?' you laughed softly, a little shyly even when his hands unbuttoned your jeans slowly.

He was so attractive, it drove you insane. You were completely against one night stands, but to be fair, if he'd never call you again after tonight, you couldn't even be mad. To be railed by this guy was simply a blessing, you thought.

'Yeah,' Sihtric chuckled, and he took off your jeans and panties in the politest way possible.

Then he took off his shirt, and you felt soaking wet upon the sight of his body. This guy was insanely good looking. How the fuck did you end up in his bed? You had no idea.

'So… how will you thank me?' you smiled.

SIhtric leaned in and took your face in his hands, nuzzling your nose softly. And you heard another light chuckle from him.

'I will thank you,' he whispered, 'by pleasing you all night,' he sighed, and softly pecked your lips.

Sihtric looked at you and slowly licked his lips as he smiled. His eyes trailed down to your lips and he pulled you in for another kiss. He kissed you so soft and sweet, whereas you thought he would be rough and simply use you for his own pleasure, but it was the complete opposite so far. And you allowed yourself to enjoy his tenderness. Sihtric started to kiss you a little longer, carefully parting your lips along with his, and he slowly licked into your mouth as his lips were pressed onto yours. You enjoyed the taste of the red fruity tea in your mouth, which lingered on his lips as well ever since he drank it before he took you to his bedroom. If he would've kissed you all night like this, that already would be a very welcoming thank you gesture, and your head was already spinning. You sank deeper into his kiss while he took your hands and brought them up to his body, wanting to feel your touch. And you loved the feeling of his muscles underneath your hands while he kissed you.

Then Sihtric suddenly dragged his lips down your chin and onto your neck.

'Are you comfortable taking your shirt off for me, pretty?' he whispered in your ear.

You quickly took your shirt off and pulled the handsome man back to you. His lips pecked your shoulders while gently pushing your bra strap to the side. His big, warm hands guided his way further down your body, which he followed with his soft lips, leaving wet kisses until he reached your belly button.

Sihtric kneeled down in front of his bed and looked up at you with dark, but soft eyes.

'Lay down for me?' he asked.

And as you laid down with a grin on your face, you felt how Sihtric picked up your left leg. He carefully kissed his way up from your ankle to your thigh, before he brought your leg up over his bare shoulder. And he did the same to your right leg. You bit down on your lip as you smiled when you felt his lips, and the pleasant tickles of his facial hair, moving closer to your core. Your heart skipped a beat when he pressed a soft kiss onto your wet folds, and a sudden moan escaped you.

Sihtric hummed and licked his lips, tasting your juices on his tongue already, to which he smiled. He pulled you a little closer and hooked his arms around your thighs, holding you a firm but pleasant grip.

'Relax for me, doll,' Sihtric whispered, and he kissed your wet slit again, a little longer this time.

He was simply driving you insane right now, and you squirmed at the pleasant feeling.

'Just relax,' Sihtric hummed, and you felt his lips down on you again, followed by a firm drag of his tongue between your folds.

'Oh, god,' you breathed, once again squirming in his grip.

'Relax,' he cooed, 'let me treat you well.'

Sihtric ran his tongue over you again, and once more, and he softly kissed your core when he felt you tense up again. He gave you a few seconds, allowing you to try and relax again, before he lapped his lips around you, flicking his tongue against your pussy. The feeling was incredible and you moaned at each stroke of his tongue, which only made Sihtric devour you more.

'You taste really fucking good,' he chuckled softly as he needed some air.

'Yeah?' you giggled.

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed, pressing soft kisses on your inner thigh.

'Well, you feel really fucking good,' you smiled.

'I do?' Sihtric smiled sweetly at you when you pushed yourself up on your elbows to look at him.

You nodded with a cheeky smile, to which Sihtric winked and told you to lay down again. He quickly brought his lips back to you. He kissed, licked and sucked you so good. He hummed occasionally, which nearly pushed you over your edge each time you heard it and felt it against your folds. And when you finally came, Sihtric drank you in with a soft groan.

But instead of stopping, he kept you in his pleasant grip, and he continued to devour your oversensitive pussy with his lips and tongue.

'Oh, fuck!' you moaned, slightly jerking as the feeling was overwhelming.

'I wasn't done, doll,' Sihtric chuckled, 'relax for me,' he husked, 'you taste so good, so sweet,' he sighed, 'I'm going to eat you out all night.'

The overwhelming feeling of his lips and tongue soon became pleasant again. Sihtric knew what he was doing, licking you in such a way it pushed you to your edge, but just before you could finish, he stopped using his tongue and pressed soft kisses onto you. He kept edging you for nearly an hour, and you moaned hard when he finally allowed you to finish for a second time.

'God, Sihtric,' you said out of breath, 'I… I-,' your head was spinning as Sihtric kept going once again.

You felt your own juices, along with his saliva, run down your skin, soaking his bed, but Sihtric didn't care. He loved this, he loved to please a woman. And he hoped to please you so good, you'd want to see him again, hopefully during the day, for a lunch date or something of the likes.

Sihtric chuckled against your folds again, and he slowly slid two digits inside you as he kept using his tongue on you.

'Oh… god,' you moaned loudly.

Your hands found his hair and you pulled his braids, which caused him to let out a deep moan. Your body was trembling at the sensations. You had no idea you could come twice in one night, let alone maybe even a third time. You were overstimulated, and the feeling was overwhelming, but you loved it at the same time.

'Relax,' Sihtric cooed again, 'I know you got one more for me,' he smiled, 'give me one more, baby,' he whispered before he brought his mouth back down onto you again, moving his tongue along with his fingers.

'Oh my fucking god,' you murmured, your hands grabbed onto his bedsheet, and tears rolled down your face as you smiled out of breath.

'Come on,' Sihtric husked in between soft kitty licks, 'let me taste you once more, darling.'

And with an almost animalistic growl, while your back was arched, you came for a third time, on his fingers and tongue. Sihtric dragged out your high, and when he pulled out his fingers, you fell back onto his bed, completely exhausted.

He licked his fingers clean, then quickly grabbed his shirt.He wiped his face with a satisfied smile and climbed on his bed, laying down next to you. He rolled you on your side, and you looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

'Was that good for you?' Sihtric asked sweetly with his soft voice.

'Y-yeah,' you sighed with a tired smile, 'r…really good.'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, and he cupped your cheek, kissing your lips softly, 'because it was really good for me too.'

He looked at you, his eyes scanning your beauty. He knew he had fallen in love with you earlier that night already, and he simply couldn't deny that anymore to himself.

'Will you stay the night?' Sihtric asked, tracing your face with his fingertips, 'I'd like to take you on a proper date tomorrow.'

You: how was your night?

Gisela: I think I may have a boyfriend now…

Gisela: yours?

You: I officially have a boyfriend now…

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