#masema smut

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Power

Pairing: Masema x reader (female)

Authors note: it is a very belated birthday present to @lady-targaryens-world Thank you so much for your request and I'm so sorry it took me so long to write it. I changed a bit the setting, but I still hope you will enjoy it. It appeared that writing Masema is not so easy for me, but I truly loved it. A big thank you to lovely @the-irish-girl for helping me with brainstorming, ideas and dialogues! It was so inspiring to work together with you! The idea of the other world and the stones is borrowed from the books.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, oral (f receiving), p in v sex

Word Count: 5,6 K

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You shifted in your saddle trying to find a more comfortable position, but to no avail. Your whole body was aching and sore, your muscles feeling like they were filled with lead. The shadows were getting longer, as the sun slowly rolled behind the horizon. The evening was approaching and you longed for nothing more than to rest, to get off the horseback and curl under your blanket. With the last remnants of your strength you spurred your horse to a slight gallop, trying to align with Lord Ingtar, riding at the front of the group.  

“Aren’t we stopping for the night?” you tried to sound casual, not to betray your tiredness. 

"There, behind that hill, is a perfect spot for our camp,"  Lord Ingtar's response filled you with hope as he pointed towards the next hillock. Unconsciously, you sighed in relief. It wouldn't have surprised you if they intended to ride through the night; there was no sign of weariness on the stern faces of the Shienaran warriors following their leader. It seemed they could maintain this relentless pursuit indefinitely. 

With a knowing smirk, he added, "The horses need a rest."

Yeah, horses, you nodded inwardly and allowed your own steed to gradually slow down again.

You had to pick the lesser of two evils, as the need to escape the city had grown urgent. Fal Moran was no longer a safe haven for you, not since it had become overrun with Aes Sedai. It was only a matter of time before they discovered your well-kept secret, and you would be forced to follow them to the White Tower. You were not like them and you didn't want to be anything like them. Arrogant, cold-blooded, and heartless, they were driven by their might and a belief in their own omniscience. These cruel beings wielded too much power for their own good.

You had made up your mind to join the first party leaving the city, even if it meant travelling across the country in pursuit of the Horn of Valere. You were aware that they wouldn't readily accept you as a companion if you simply asked, but the Shienarans were known for their unwavering commitment to helping and protecting those in need. That was their way. Thus, you departed ahead of the group and waited along the road—an abandoned high-born lady, seeking assistance. A damsel in distress, to put it plainly.

Once again, you felt the unsettling sensation of someone's eyes fixated on you. Slowly and discreetly, you turned your head to meet his gaze. His stern eyes bore into you with mistrust and suspicion, tinged with a hint of resentment for reasons unknown to you.

"Have I done something wrong?" you asked, turning to face Lord Ingtar as you settled beside him near the fire.

"What do you mean, lady?" The surprise in his voice was evident.

"I have a feeling I may have upset or offended the young warrior with those peculiar mismatched eyes. I believe his name is Masema," you continued hesitantly. "I just wanted to know if I may have overstepped or said something unacceptable. I'm not accustomed to your ways, and I want to offer my apologies if..."

"Lady, you need not worry," Lord Ingtar interrupted gently. "I'm sorry to say this, but there's probably nothing you can do about it. You... I'm not quite sure how to explain it... you bear a striking resemblance to an Aiel to us. Not all of us have fought against them, but Masema has."

The awkwardness of the conversation and the embarrassment in Lord Ingtar’s voice were impossible to ignore. "Lady, you are not to blame for your appearance. Please, tell me if Masema has been rude to you or insulted you in any way. Trust me, I'll ensure a proper punishment is meted out."

"Oh, not that. He's simply avoiding me completely, and he refuses to speak to me even when I address him. Please, don't say anything to him. You've been so kind to pick me up on the road and offer your protection after my bodyguard abandoned me unfairly. I don't want to cause any inconvenience," you said, trying to mask your relief with gratitude. You were thankful that your initial fear, the creeping worry that Masema might have somehow discovered your deeply buried secret, was unfounded.

Unable to resist, you stole a furtive glance at Masema. He'd set up his blanket near one of the towering stones encircling the camp. It was an eerie sight; the magnificent stones, arranged as if by a giant hand, stood in a perfect circle. You had never seen anything like it before. Was it some kind of sacred place? Perhaps remnants of a forgotten temple? The strange ornaments engraved in the middle, just within reach, sparked a sense of familiarity you couldn't grasp. The whole setting gave you a weird feeling you couldn't quite place.

The warmth of the hot brew shared around the fireplace enveloped you, soothing your aching joints and beckoning for rest. You spread your blanket on the opposite side of the camp, as far as possible from the grim warrior that apparently hated you for just being you.

It wasn't surprising; you were accustomed to it. People had feared and hated you for as long as you could remember. You recalled being just a small girl when it first happened, playing with the other kids of the village at the foot of the nearby hill.

It was the noise that first caught your attention—a scratchy, unpleasant sound of something rubbing against itself. Then, you saw it—a large stone slowly starting to shake and then loosening from its perch at the top. You remember screaming, shouting for everyone to run, but one of the boys stumbled and fell. Time seemed to stand still for a moment; you acted on instinct, reaching out with your hand in a stupid and desperate wish to stop the stone from crashing onto your friend. And miraculously, it stopped. It remained suspended in mid-air, just above the fallen boy, as if held by a magic hand.

He scrambled to his feet and ran, and they all followed suit, casting fearful glances back at you as you lowered your hand and the stone crashed to the ground with a deafening thud. Even now, when recalling that day, you could still feel the absolute terror in their eyes. Not because they had just escaped death, no, they were terrified of you. 

That night, the elders of the village came to your parents, and by the same nightfall, they hurriedly packed all their belongings, and you left. You left your home, your village, your friends—everything. And ever since then, you've been running. There was something within you, a power you didn’t understand and never wanted to possess. It was only much later, as you became a grown woman, that you found out there were others like you - the Aes Sedai. But the way people spoke about them, the tales they told, and the fear they instilled just reinforced your conviction that your power had to remain secret, hidden until you took it with you to the grave.

You sank down onto your blanket, wrapping another around you, leaning your back against the stone behind you. Your eyes unconsciously wandered again to the stern warrior on the other side of the camp.

Why? By the light, why me? were your last conscious thoughts before sleep took over.

You were in that sweet spot between asleep and awake, still wrapped in the cosy embrace of dreams when the sounds of the outside world started creeping in, signalling the start of a new day. You kept your eyes shut, not quite ready to let go of that blissful moment just yet.

“Where are we?” came a voice, dripping with anger. It sounded oddly familiar, but you couldn't quite place it.

Masema. The name jolted through your mind, instantly dispelling the dreamy fog. You snapped awake, finding Masema towering over you. You scrambled to a sitting position, taking in your surroundings with a mix of awe and confusion.

“I-I don't know,” you stammered, just as confused as he was, if not more so.

Moments ago, you had been lying on the ground with all your companions, and now you were... wherever this place was. It was unlike anything you had ever seen before.

You were still seated among the magnificent stones, where the camp had been, but that was where the similarities ended. The place bore no resemblance to where you had fallen asleep. You vividly recalled the stones positioned in a clearing near the woods, surrounded by untouched, lush grass and the scent of nameless wildflowers lingering in the air. Now, as far as your eyes could see, there was nothing but barren, cracked soil, with withered trees sporadically dotting the landscape. The hot air and dust burned your lungs as you struggled to take a deep breath.

“This is all your fault!” Masema's words snapped you back to reality, his eyes dark with anger. “You brought us here, now bring us back!” he demanded.

“And, why would it be my fault? You’re here, too! You might be the one responsible for this, you know?” you spat at him, your words filled with venom to match his.

It was only then that the absurdity of the situation began to sink in, and panic slowly crept over you. What had happened? Where were you? And of all the people you could have ended up with, why did it have to be Masema, the Shienaran warrior who clearly despised you, stranded with you in this desolate wasteland?

"I knew from the very first sight of you that you couldn't be trusted," Masema's voice, cold and calm, sent shivers down your spine, more chilling than any insult he could hurl in anger.

“What did I do, for you to hate me so much?” you knew it was not the right time nor place for this question, there were much more pressing issues to be cleared, but you couldn’t just leave it. 

“You look just like them! You speak like them! You walk like them! Everything you do makes you look a little more like them! And sooner or later you’ll show who you really are, you cannot fool me,” he snorted.

"Like who? The Aiel? You flatter me. I would give much to be like them, to possess their strength, their ability to defend themselves against prejudice-driven fools who judge solely based on appearance," anger simmered within you.

“You don’t know me!” you finally shouted. “You did not even give me a chance to prove my worth, you just judge me straight away because you think you are better than anyone else, you think you know better than anyone else. But you know nothing about me.” The last words were punctuated by a pointed index finger jabbing into his chest, your eyebrows furrowed with anger.

Finally, you took one more step forward until you were face to face, sharing the same air. You stared him straight in the eyes, letting him see the pain his words inflicted.

“I don't deserve your hatred! You don’t know me, so stop pretending like you do!”

Without waiting for a response, you swiftly began to pack your blankets into your saddlebag.

"You know what? I'm done with all of this! We're parting ways! You go one direction, and I'll go the other! Good luck!" you hissed in frustration. The overwhelming need to escape from this place, to evade the stern, judgmental gaze of those peculiar eyes, left no room for any other thought. You didn’t give him a chance to reply; you didn’t even want one. With that, you turned your back on him, slung your saddlebag over your shoulder, and strode away, devoid of any plan or destination.

You had no idea how long you had aimlessly wandered before spotting a small stream, a mirage of life amidst the ash-grey desolation. Hastily, you uncapped your leather flask, filling it with the precious, life-giving water.

Leaving Masema behind had undoubtedly been a mistake, but there was no turning back now. You couldn't simply reappear before him and offer apologies. You couldn’t admit he was actually right.

It must have been you. There was no other explanation, no other possibility. Even though you had no inkling of what triggered this or how you managed it. Lost in your thoughts, you watched the stream bubble, abruptly pulled from your reverie by an angry roar nearby.

Your head snapped up, pupils dilating in terror at the sight of the creature looming closer. Not even your worst nightmares could conjure something like this. Towering on massive, muscular hind legs, its leonine body was covered in mottled, algae-green scales, with a broad, frog-like head boasting bulging, lidless eyes gleaming with eerie intelligence and a ring of sharp, serrated teeth.

Your hand instinctively sought the small knife hidden in your clothes, fingers clenching around its shaft until your knuckles whitened. Being intended as this creature's next meal wasn't the destiny you envisioned, but you were resolved to make your life as costly as possible.

In a heartbeat, a strong arm gripped yours, yanking you aside with incredible force as the creature lunged. Your bewildered gaze fell on Masema, wielding his sword with determined precision. It was an uneven fight, the creature dwarfing the agile warrior and its scales seemingly impenetrable to his blade.

"The eyes, they're unprotected! Aim for its eyes!" you shouted and the beast's attention momentarily  turned towards you. In that very same moment Masema seized the chance, leaping and aiming for the creature's head. The blade sliced through its left eye, eliciting a deafening howl that pierced the air.

Your chest heaved with horror as you witnessed the creature falter, collapsing onto its front paws before slumping to the ground. Unstoppable sobs wracked your body as you sank to your knees, horror consuming you, and strong arms encircled your shoulders, preventing you from collapsing to the ground.

"I'm sorry," you muttered, arms wrapped around your legs as you sat on your blanket spread by the fire Masema had made in the middle of the stone circle. "You're probably right. It's my fault we're stuck here, don't know where."

A furrowed eyebrow was the only indication that Masema was paying attention, engrossed in sharpening his sword, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

"It's not the first time strange things have happened to me," you continued, feeling like there was nothing left to lose. You knew he hated you—could he hate you even more? Did it even matter? The landscape stretched before you, empty and dusty. Having the glorious choice between death from hunger or the claws of that creature—definitely not the last of its kind—you preferred the more swift one, or better yet, the quick, soothing death by Masema’s sword seemed actually the most appealing choice. 

"There's something inside me, and it frightens me," you confessed. "It's like I have access to a pool of unlimited power, but every time I try to grasp it, it slips away. And then, sometimes, when I least expect it, I can feel it in my fingertips. It's so tangible, I could almost touch it."

"What kind of strange things?" Masema inquired nonchalantly, as if asking about your breakfast.

"I've made rocks freeze in the air, ignited things, moved objects without touching them," you said, trying to keep your voice casual, but unable to hide the tremor of anxiety. You had never spoken to anyone about it, and now you were revealing your deepest secret to someone who was almost an enemy. Yes, he had saved your life, but it hadn't seemed to change his attitude toward you.

"I never wanted it, never asked for it! It's a curse," you admitted, resting your head on your knees. Your body shivered, not from the cold, but from the anger and despair boiling within you. "And now I've cursed you too."

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't even notice Masema approaching until his hand landed on your shoulder, startling you as he sat down beside you.

"I knew you were trouble from the first moment I saw you," there was a new, unexpected tone in his voice that made you raise your head. Something in Masema's eyes caused a chill to run down your back and the flickering red light from the fire only intensified the hypnotic effect of his stern gaze.

"I didn’t mean any harm to anybody. I’m so sorry. You have every right to hate me," tears welled up in your eyes.

"Hush," Masema's rough fingers gently cupped your chin, his thumb brushing away the tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. "There is such a fire within you. I can feel it. I could see it in your eyes as you faced that creature. A spirit so daring, so brave, captured in such a small and fragile frame."

A soft gasp of surprise escaped your chest as Masema's lips pressed against yours, his palms cradling your face and drawing you close. Your mind raced, torn between eagerness and bewilderment. You placed your palm on his chest, as if to push him away, but instead, your fingers hooked into Masema's leather armour, pulling him closer.

Wasn’t this what you had yearned for all this time, tormented by his inexplicable rejection? Hadn't you dreamed of feeling these strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close? Or was it the desperation of this hopeless situation that made you cling to his broad chest, seeking the warmth of his body as confirmation that you were still alive? You didn’t care. Thrill and arousal running through your veins, you could only moan against his lips, slowly parting yours to welcome him into your mouth.

"I've been craving this since the moment I laid eyes on you. Whatever power brought us here, away from everybody, I'm grateful for it," Masema's husky voice enveloped you, sending shivers down your spine. His hand found its way to the back of your neck, holding you in place as his mouth trailed down to your neck, leaving hot, stinging marks on your sensitive skin.

You whimpered at the stirring sensation, your longing for his touch growing into a burning need, overpowering all your other senses. In the next moment, you found yourself pressed onto your back, the thick, soft blanket barely enough to shield you from the hard ground, Masema looming over you.

"You resemble the fiercest enemy I've ever faced, yet you make my blood boil with desire," your breath caught in your throat as Masema's rough fingers wrapped around your wrists, pinning your hands above your head. There was something threatening, something inexplicably alluring in the sinister darkness of his lust-drunk eyes as they locked with yours. You met his gaze head-on, your eyes wide open, chest heaving, and teeth grazing along your lower lip in anticipation of his next move.

Masema leaned in, his lips hovering over yours, “Say it, say that you want me,” his eyes scanned you intently. 

“By the light, I want you,” you breathed, rolling your hips against him like a slut and the throaty groan that left his lips upon your words, made you shiver. His mouth found yours and your breath was swept away from the sheer fury of his kiss while his hands let go of your wrists and began to work on your clothes, freeing your breasts from the confines of your corset, squeezing and kneading them, his rough fingers digging deep into your flesh. 

Your eyes were rolling back into your head from his heated touch and you arched your back against the unforgiving hard ground as Masema’s lips closed around your hardened nipples.  The small rocks beneath the blanket were digging into your shoulders and hips, but you didn’t even feel the sting, everything around you slowly fading until there was nothing apart from deep hunger for more, burning you from within.

“You think you have power? You are under my power, sweet little thing, you could be the Dragon himself, but you could do nothing against my power and I will use it to make you forget everything as you scream my name in pleasure,” the raw force, permeating Masema’s words, although whispered in hushed tones, made all the tiny hair on your skin stand on end. His hands were on your hips, pushing up your dress and pulling down your undergarments with hasty, rough movements. You drew a sharp breath, feeling the cool air on your bare dripping cunt just before Masemas hot tongue dived in between your folds, his lips closing around your pulsing clit, hands pinning your hips to the ground. 

“Light help me,” you wined, burying your fingers into the soft and plush fabric beneath you in a desperate attempt to ground yourself, but to no avail as Masema’s lips and tongue kept driving you closer to madness, lewd moans rolling over your lips.

“It can’t help you. Nothing can help you now, you’re mine and only mine,” Masema grinned against your centre, voice husky and deep, dripping with dark possessiveness that only added to the sinful sensation pulsing through your veins and bringing you closer to the edge, and you gasped loudly as he forced two fingers into you. You felt as if you were flying or maybe falling, you couldn’t tell, too lost in the feeling of your climax approaching, each lap of his tongue, each movement of his fingers amplifying the pleasure and pushing you further into oblivion.

“Say it, to whom do you belong?” Masema groaned, speeding up his movements. 

Was this what had attracted you to the stern and silent warrior from the very first day? His whole presence spoke of strength and assertiveness, of power and ownership, of being someone to take what’s his and never letting go of it, defending it with his life if needed. Tired of loneliness you craved for the soothing feeling of belonging to someone. It was intoxicating, almost addicting – that feeling of having found someone ready to claim you, to possess you, to protect you. You wanted to be his, you were his. 

“Yours, Masema, I’m yours. By the light I’m yours,” you moaned, and Masema’s satisfied growl vibrated against your centre, adding the last touch that brought you over the edge. You came on his fingers, whimpering his name, forgetting where you were or who you were as your body convulsed under the waves of pure bliss running through your veins. 

“Such a good girl, my powerful, secret Aes Sedai, my dragon,” Masema grinned, observing you carefully, as he kept fucking you with his fingers through your orgasm, “so beautiful, so tight around my fingers. I can already imagine how good you will feel around my cock.” 

Head spinning from the intensity of your orgasm, you breathed heavily, chest rising high with each inhale.  Eyes half lid you watched Masema pulling off his leathers and undoing his breeches. You had always noted Masema's well-built physique, his muscular arms hinted at beneath his armour. However, the sight of his perfectly sculpted upper body, revealed before your eyes, made you swallow hard. Even more so as your eyes landed on his thick, fully hard cock ready to claim you. You yelped as Masema grabbed you by your hips and flipped over on your stomach in one quick motion.

“I’m not done with you yet, my sweet little dragon,” he whispered into your ear, pushing your dress up your ass and pulling you to your knees. You whimpered as his large, rough palms landed on your buttock, spreading your cheeks.

“Perfect, so perfect,” Masema grunted, teasing your entrance with his finger. You moaned and pushed back into his touch. “Patience, beautiful,” he chuckled, “trust me, I know exactly what you need, and I’ll give it to you.” 

A muffled cry escaped your lips as Masema’s hand reached out, grabbing your hair, and pulled you up back flush against his chest. His left hand fingers wrapped around your throat, squeezing it slightly, just enough to pull a soft whine from you.

“I’ll give it to you, if you’ll ask me nicely,” Masema’s breath hot against your neck made shivers go down your spine or were it his words and hoarse, lust drunken voice? You couldn’t tell, you didn’t care, you were unable to think straight your mind swept clear from any other thought apart from the need to have him finally inside you, to feel him use you, to fuck you into madness.

“Please,” you gasped, your breath getting more ragged with each passing moment.

“Please, what?” Masema whispered, his left hand still around your throat, the other squeezing your breast, fingers rubbing your hardened nipple.

“Please, fuck me. Take me,” a deep moan rolled over your lips as Masema pressed you down and pushed his hard length into your tightness with a loud groan. He paused for a moment, savouring the feeling of your walls squeezing around him and taking him in.

“So sweet, so bold and dearing and yet so obedient, and so fucking tight, you are a gift of the Creator himself,” Masema hummed, as he pulled out and slammed back into you, making you moan and gasp as his pace was picking up. He was not gentle, not in the way his fingers dug into your flesh, to keep you in place, not in the way his hips snapped against you, as he forced himself deeper and deeper into you with each thrust, not in the way his hand found its way to you hair again, jerking you up against his chest, making you cry out both in pain and pleasure simultaneously. 

Your eyes were rolling back into your head, breath catching in your chest, as Masema fucked you relentlessly, mercilessly, his groans filling your ears, and your body responded to his every touch, every rough thrust. Nobody had ever desired you so carnally, so intensively, his hold on you so primal and possessive, determined to bring you to the highs of pleasure you had never experienced before, driving you mad and pushing you higher and higher.

“More, by the light, Masema, I need more,” you mewled and the wild growl that ripped through Masema left you grinning as he pushed you back down to the blanket, seized your hips in an iron grip, you were sure to leave bruises and marks in your soft flesh, and fastened his pace.

You tried to muffle your moans with your hand, but Masema was quick to grab it and pull your arm behind your back.

“Don’t be shy, my sweet dragon, there is nobody who could hear you in this cursed world you’ve brought us to,” he chuckled, “I want to hear you, I want to hear how much you enjoy my cock.”

You didn’t answer, unable to make any coherent word, your voice trapped in the depths of your throat, but the wanton sounds rolling over your lips were the only response he needed as he kept pounding into you, fucking you breathless. 

You could feel Masema’s movements getting sloppier, his heavy breathing turning into hoarse, rugged panting, and you clawed your fingernails forcefully in the blanket, closing your eyes as Masema let go of your arm and reached between your thighs, his fingers rubbing your pulsing clit, giving you the last push you needed to fall again into oblivion. The climax shot through your body with the force of a lightning, your limbs trembling as you screamed Masemas name into the black void around you. You would have collapsed from the intensity of your orgasm washing over you, if not for Masema’s hands holding your hips tightly as he kept fucking you through your peak, loud groans leaving his lips as he came just moments later, his cock twitching inside you and filling you with his warm seed. 

You slumped down onto the blanket the moment Masema’s hands let go of you and he followed you crushing down beside you, both panting hard. You didn’t expect that, but Masema’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush to his chest as his lips planted tender kisses on the top of your head.

"You didn't believe me," you whispered between panting breaths. 

"Oh, I believe you. More importantly, I believe in you. You brought us here, and you'll bring us back. I have no doubts about it, my little dragon," he whispered, nuzzling against your hair.

“Wake up,” Masema rattled your shoulder, tearing you away from the sweet world of dreams.

“Just one last moment,” you muttered without opening your eyes, your arms reaching out, seeking the warmth of his body.

“There's no time. Wake up! They're approaching,” the urgency in Masema's voice jolted you from your slumber.

“Who's approaching?” you asked, your eyes fluttering wide open.

“I would rather ask what is approaching,” Masema chuckled. “Can't you hear it?”

The wild roar that tore through the air made you jump to your feet.

“What was that?” you asked, fear etched on your face.

“I think it might be some friends of our yesterday's acquaintance,” Masema chuckled, “And they are coming in company. Sweetie, it's time to go home,” his gaze slid expectantly over you.

“What? But I can’t. Masema, I have no idea how,” you sobbed.

“Listen to me. I've been thinking about what you told me. Do you know what the locals call these stones?”

“No,” you shivered, listening to the sounds of wild roars and feeling the earth trembling beneath your feet.

“Obanda stones. Obanda means 'door' in the old tongue. This must be how you got us here—through the stones. And this is how you can bring us back.”

“Masema, it's insane. I have no idea how to do that,” desperation laced your voice.

Masema's fingers brushed against your cheeks, and he cupped your chin to raise your head.

“I'm here to protect you. Whatever comes. I don't care who you are. I don't care what power you wield. I will protect you, always,” the certainty in his voice, devoid of doubt or hesitation,  sent a shiver down your spine.

"Look at me," he commanded, and as if drawn by an irresistible force, you raised your gaze to meet his eyes.

"Give me your hand," he continued, and you complied, raising your arm. You flinched as Masema's large, rough palm wrapped around your fingers, squeezing them painfully. "I'm here with you. Hold on to me. I believe in you. You brought us here, you’ll bring us back. You can do it," he reassured, his other arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you tightly against his muscular body.

"Now, I want you to put your hand on the stone," he breathed against your ear. The calmness and certainty in his voice were hypnotising, leaving no room for doubt. The howling and growling around you grew closer as the beasts encircled you. Your heart raced in your chest, as panic and fear enveloped you. 

"I can’t do it! Masema, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I never learned to use it properly. I don’t know how to do it," words tumbled from your lips in an unstoppable rush, your body shaking uncontrollably. You had brought this doom upon both of you. Your ignorance, your unwillingness to embrace the power bestowed upon you had led you here, and it would be the death of you both. "I can’t do it. I’m so sorry, Masema," tears rolled down your cheeks.

There was no point in trying, all you wanted was to turn around, to gaze into his mismatched eyes, to melt into his embrace, bury your nose into his chest, and breathe in his scent for the one last time. But Masema’s firm grip on your waist prevented you from doing so.

“I can’t,” you sobbed, leaning heavily against him as your knees grew weak and wobbly, “I just can’t do it.”

“Raise your hand,” Masema ordered, squeezing your fingers again. The pain jolted through your body, sharpening your hazy mind. There was something in his voice that brooked no disobedience. Despite your reluctance, despite having already given up and resigned yourself to the approaching death, you obeyed. You raised your quivering hand, reaching out almost to touch the cold surface. A piercing howl echoed just behind you, and you froze, your palm mere millimetres from the stone.

"Don’t look back. Close your eyes and listen to me," Masema's voice remained steady, unwavering. It washed over your senses like a waterfall—soft, low, and slightly husky, yet remarkably calm and soothing. Even his breath maintained a steady rhythm, as if he were engaged in a casual conversation over breakfast rather than standing with you in the midst of nowhere, surrounded by hungry, bloodthirsty creatures, his only hope of escape hanging by the fragile thread of a scared girl, unsure of how to wield the power she possessed.

Masema's presence enveloped you like a soft cloud, calming the tempest of your swirling thoughts. His steady heartbeat seemed to set a new, measured rhythm for your own racing heart. The world around you faded away, leaving only his firm, commanding yet gentle voice echoing in your mind.

"Touch the stone," Masema whispered into your ear, pressing you tightly against his chest. "Don’t think. Feel. I trust you."

You couldn’t recall giving your hand the command to move forward, but it did so the very moment Masema’s words left his lips. The stone felt unforgivingly cold, its polished surface so smooth that you could feel each and every cut and line of the ancient runes engraved in it. Closing your eyes, you pressed your palm more firmly against it, with Masema’s hot breath on your neck serving as the only reminder of the world around you, the sole connection grounding you as you reached out for the source of light within you and it answered your call, pulsing and growing within you.

You trembled, the power scorching through you, burning from within, seeping into every cell of your body, every corner of your mind, its radiance swallowing you. So many times had you tried to reach for that power, you knew dwelling inside you. You could sense it, an unending pool of light and warmth, retreating each time you consciously called upon it. And now it was suddenly there, flickering around your fingertips, permeating in your breath, wafting around you with the strength of a tempest, flowing in a ceaseless current, begging to be tamed and channelled. 

Now it was you, squeezing Masemas hand with all the strength you had, seeking refuge in his unwavering confidence, in his steady breath on your neck, in his rhythmic heartbeat, as with a loud cry you channelled your power into the stone.

Suddenly, it was quiet around you. No howling, no growls, no sounds of approaching paws causing the earth to tremble beneath your feet. Slowly, you opened your eyes. You were still standing in the same place, your palm pressed against the stone, Masema’s muscular arm around your waist, his other hand squeezing your left hand. You breathed in the fresh air, smelling of grass and rain. Rain! The realisation hit you like lightning.

“I did it!” a cry of triumph vibrated through your body. “Masema, I did it! We're back.”

In the next moment, you were turned around as light as a feather and pressed against the stone, with Masema towering over you.

“My little dragon, my powerful girl,” was all he said as his lips crushed against yours.

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Kinktober Day 7 (Belated)

Masema Dagar - Angry / Fighting / Make Up Sex

Randomised Character/Person - Prompt from this list

"Can you fucking not, for a change!" Masema sneers. "If you tell me where you have been, sure!" You holler back. Masema's face becomes a sneer. "You are not the boss of me." He hisses. "I am not trying to be. I am just worried." You reply. "I am a grown ass man, I can hold my own." He replies harshly.

You heave a deep sigh.

"It is crawling with Seanchan soldiers out there. I don't want you hurt." You tell him firmly. "I'm fine." Masema barks. "Yes, you are now, but next time you might not!" You reply. Masema grits his teeth. "You are impossible, woman!" He yells. "Oh yeah, am I?" You get into his face. "Then why don't you leave!" You sneer.

Masema shoves you into the nearest wall, kissing you fiercely. You moan into his mouth. He pushes his thigh between yours, shoving up against your sex. You whine, grinding down against him.

"I won't fucking leave you. I love you." He growls between two heated kisses. You tangle your fingers into his silky, soft hair, pulling quite firmly. His lips part from yours. "Say that again." You demand. "I love you." Masema repeats.

He grabs you, slightly too harshly, tossing you onto your bed.

"I love you." He says again, with some remnants of anger in his voice, as he begins to undress. You unlace your dress and rid yourself of it. Masema's eyes darken with greed and rove over your bare skin.

He climbs on top of you. "I love you." He insists, kissing you harshly, grinding his pelvis against yours. You moan into his mouth. He is already rockhard and throbbing. You ruck up your skirts, so he grinds down against your core. "Get my breeches." Masema growls. "Make me." You hiss.

Masema grabs your wrist and puts your hand on his crotch. You give him a firm squeeze. Masema geoans darkly, rolling his hips into your touch. "Do it." He says firmly. "Ask me nicely." You muss, even though you do unlace his breeches. "Don't be difficult." Masema hisses. He bucks forward into your touch. "I am not the one picking a fight here." You tell him, slowly deepling down his breeches, but carefully avoiding his cock. Masema scoffs and keeps trying to thrust his cock into your hands.

Once he notices you are not going to cooperate, he focuses on your sex instead.

He opens your folds and thumbs at your clit. You moan sweetly for him. "I really do love you." Masema rasps, leaning in to kiss at your neck. "I am going to make you feel it, I promise." He whispers against your skin. He rubs you so expertly that you can only moan and rock against him. He grins wickedly down on you.

"Look at what a good girl you are being for me." Masema growls. "I don't want to fight, I love you." He hisses.

He tears open your bodice and leans in to lick, nip and suck at your nipples. You moan, running your fingers into his hair, loosening his tight bun. Masema groans, loving the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

Your inner muscles begin to tense and there is hot, liquid lightning in the pit of your stomach. "I'm close." You whimper. "What do you need?" Masema asks. "Your cock." You whine. "Will you beg?" He asks, pinching your clit. "Gha!" You cry out. "I think that is a yes." Masema taunts. He keeps it up until you are quivering and whimpering beneath him, tugging at his hair. Masema groans at every tug.

"I wa-... I .. Oh fuck." You whine.

Masema slowly backs up, unhanding you. You whine at the loss.

"Will you beg?" Masema asks, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. You whine loudly, on the edge of climax and robbed of your release. "Go on, I want to hear it." Masema leans in to kiss you, almost chastely. "No, love, please. No now. I just want you." You try. "I love you, too. Just .. just make love to me." You reach up to cup his cheek and down him down to you again.

He pushes forward, breaching your core. You moan into his mouth.

"I love you, too." He hisses, before licking into your mouth.

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Zahkriisos

Summary: No summary, just notes. So for those who don’t know anything about Skyrim, I’m going to give a simple overview of a few things. The Dragonborn is essentially (in its most basic form) a hero of legend. Hermaeus Mora is a Daedric Prince (kind of like a demon) and his realm of Oblivion (kind of like hell) is Apocraphya (he’s know for being a hoarder of knowledge, hence the book named world). The title of the story gets its name from a dragon priest mask, which means Bloody Sword or Sword-Blood.

Pairing: Cultist!Masema x Dragonborn!Reader

Word Count: 2772

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

TW: Implied smut, blood, mentions of death, Dragonborn is a Breton but no other descriptors used, religious references

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Wheel of Time or The Elder Scrolls nor do I own any of the images used.

Dividers by @arcielee

Masema had been found on the shores of Solstheim by the Skaal, having washed ashore after a bad storm ravaged the island a couple years ago. He had foggy memories of his life before, but he did know he was a warrior and not from here. He was taken in by the Skaal shaman, Storn Crag-Strider, and nursed back to health, so he felt he owed it to the old man to stay and help out as needed. Even though he never felt connected to the All-Maker the way everyone else in the village did, he was still respectful of the religion and the culture. Even though he wasn’t born of the people, they still treated him like one of their own which is why the shaman decided he should help protect the pilgrims during their pilgrimage to the All-Makers stones. It was to be a long journey, one that would take months as the stones were scattered across Solstheim’s landscape.

It was at the Beast Stone, just beyond the borders of Thirsk Mead Hall, where he felt his lord’s presence for the first time. They had traveled to all the other stones and this was the last one before they would return to the village, something Masema was grateful for as he was tired of living on the road. It’s not that he didn’t enjoy spending time in nature, but the northern part of the island was all snow and ice which meant it was really fucking cold all the time. He was standing guard over the camp when he heard Lord Miraak’s voice call out from the stone before he was enthralled, the entire party starting to chant about the return of the Dragonborn and erecting shrines to their new overlord. Masema followed the orders of Miraak, first through entrapment and then of his own free will as it was the closest he had felt to any divine being in his entire existence.

As the Cult of Miraak grew, he moved through the ranks and eventually was the one giving orders to the new recruits from the Temple of Miraak. When rumors of another Dragonborn reached his ears, Miraak had given the command for Masema to send people to eliminate the ‘false Dragonborn’ in Skyrim and upon proof of their death, he would be rewarded. At first he sent out some recruits who were eager to prove their loyalty, but when they didn’t return, he started to get suspicious. There were reports of what this mysterious person was capable of, claiming they could slay dragons single-handed and were currently one of the more well known adventurers of the land. After the third attempt at killing this person, Masema started sending the more skilled men and women. After eight months of failure and many dead worshippers, Masema was well and truly pissed. If he wasn’t needed at the Temple, he’d go out and handle business himself but that just wasn’t possible right now. Preparations for the return of Miraak to the island took priority, so he resigned himself to sending another small group in the hopes this thorn in his side would finally be dealt with.

It was another cold day in the temple when Masema heard the most wonderful news. The other Dragonborn had sailed from Skyrim and was currently at Raven Rock, thanks to none other than Gjaland Salt-Sage, the same ship captain he “persuaded” to send the cultists to Skyrim originally. He even learned that the secretive person was a Breton, but no name was ever revealed to him. He thought things were finally looking up and that he’d be able to deliver the body of the false one to his lord, but how seldom does the fantasy match the reality.

As it turns out, this mysterious creature was working with the Skaal to remove Lord Miraak’s influence from the island. Somehow, on one of his trips away to check on a few things at the Earth Stone, this infuriating Breton got into the temple, killed all the cultists there and stole the Black Book from its pedestal. The nerve of that foreigner to desecrate sacred ground really solidified his resentment for them. Masema decided to take matters into his own hands and search out the defiler on his own, swearing to his lord he would handle matters before he set off in search of his target. Naturally, of course, this would be a monumental task as he would have to be careful to avoid the people he once called friends and his elusive prey seemed to be a master of hiding in plain sight. The only identifying thing about them other than the full set of ebony armor was the mask they wore, the ebony metal hiding them from the world. He recognized it as Zahkriisos, the mask of the dragon priest that was buried in Blodskal Barrow, an old Nordic ruin north of Raven Rock.

He tracked his query across all the island, but they were always one step ahead of him. With the help of Frea, Storn’s daughter, they slowly but surely cleansed the stones and cut off Miraak from speaking with any of his worshippers. After the second to last stone was cleansed and the false one had obtained all of the Black Books, Masema knew he needed to return to the temple and try to defend the last stone. It was here that he heard his lord’s voice for what would be the last time, telling him that all was as it should be and that his destiny was to battle the Dragonborn at the summit of Apocrypha. Lord Miraak claimed that the fate that had been chosen for him would come to pass and that he was pleased with the loyalty and devotion Masema had shown him.

It was here that Masema was waiting for them, standing in front of the Tree Stone in his robes and mask, the last member of a once strong cult. He saw the Dragonborn glide down the hall, their cloak flowing behind them and the mask covering their face as well. He tried to determine the identity of the Dragonborn, but their armor covered them from head to toe, the ebony metal muted in appearance and fitted in the most generic of ways. The soft clanking of their boots on the stone echoed down the hall and into the chamber he occupied, steadily getting louder the closer they got. When they finally stopped several feet away, the tension was palpable as they sized the other up.

For a moment, they both stood there and stared at each other in silence, the weight of their respective destinies entwining with one another in the space between them. He noticed they traveled alone, the Black Book in their hands as they prepared for the final battle against Miraak. There was an energy that clung to them and their armor, the kind that only the favored of the gods could possess and that gave him pause. He found he had no desire to fight them, the futility of their situation coming into focus for him. He could not prevent their destiny from playing out, but he could choose whether he be another body for them or to stand aside and live another day. He chose the latter.

”I will not interfere with what fate has decreed. I shall watch over your spirit as you do what you must,” Masema stepped off to the side, head bowed slightly as he addressed the Dragonborn. The only response he received was a simple nod before the masked warrior opened the book, the tentacles of Hermaeus Mora bursting from the enchanted pages, wrapping around their form and pulling them into Oblivion with a sickeningly green flash of light. All that remained of the mysterious Breton was a spectral image, one that offered no insight to the identity of the physical person.

After what felt like an eternity of pacing back and forth in front of the stone, the book came alive and unceremoniously spit the body of the Dragonborn back out. Masema was startled at the sudden appearance, until he saw the blood dripping from a wound on their side and off their blade onto the stone ground beneath them. There was a new crack in the mask, their shoulders heaving as they pant in an attempt to catch a breath. No words needed to be said, Miraak was dead and the victor returned to the land of the living.

Wordlessly, Masema helped them up, careful not to agitate the wound as the two staggered down the dank halls of the crumbling temple. The walk to the old medical room passed in silence, the sounds of footsteps and heavy breathing bouncing off the stone walls with a soft echo. He helped the Dragonborn onto a wooden cot draped with furs before wandering towards the shelves in search of healing herbs or potions. He hears the telltale signs of the wounded Breton removing their armor, the sounds of metal and leather hitting the ground while his back is turned. When he turns around after having found a single healing potion amidst the disorganized shelf, he nearly drops the glass vial when he sees the Dragonborn for the first time.

He’s surprised to see a woman sitting on the cot, a thin wound bleeding from her hairline and the once pristine linen tunic sticking to her torso, the gash on her side bloodying the fabric. He was frozen in place, her eyes capturing his and the smirk gracing her lips indicating she is used to such behaviors. She holds her hand out, waiting for Masema to hand her the potion he holds. Even though her injuries look serious, she doesn’t push or taunt him, simply being patient as he collects his thoughts. With a shaky breath, Masema closes the distance and hands her the vial, watching as she downs it in one. He’s so caught up in being in front of such beauty that when she speaks, it startles him.

”What is your name?” She asks simply, her voice soft as she lifts her tunic and gets a look at her injury. She lifts her hand, a warm light emitting from her fingers and wrapping itself around her like an aura as she casts a healing spell that closes the wound better than any stitching. Masema watches a little starstruck as the woman literally glows for a moment, forgetting she had asked a question. When she raises a brow at him, he blushes furiously and swallows hard, having been caught gawking at her.

He clears his throat and looks at the ground, grateful for his mask hiding his face from her. “My name is Masema, Dragonborn,” he spoke quietly, fidgeting with his gloves and taking a few steadying breaths.

”A pleasure to meet you, Masema,” she gave him her name and he tasted it on his tongue, finding that the name suited her beautifully. “Would you mind if I asked your story? You are the only cultist who hasn’t attacked me outright and I’m curious as to why.”

He nodded in agreement and they proceeded to talk for hours, the candles burning low by the time they finished. She listened to his story, no judgment or anger in her eyes when he told her the truth of his involvement with Miraak. About halfway through, Masema felt comfortable enough to remove his mask and the act of trust made her smile, something so minor but it made his heart beat a little faster.

After she decided needed to leave the ruins to find food and clean up, Masema found himself unwilling to leave her side. He followed behind her after she got dressed again, letting her lead the way through the labyrinth of halls. Once outside, they both breathed in the cold fresh air, a far cry more refreshing than the stale air inside the temple. He hesitated as she started off in the direction of Thirsk, wanting to stay with her but unsure if she would want that. He looked around at the landscape, trying to gather the words to ask, but she beat him to the punch.

She was stopped several feet away, Zahkriisos held loosely in her hands at her side as the sun shone brightly behind her. ”Masema, how would you like to adventure with me?” Her question offered him the choice to walk away, but when she was looking at him like that, he couldn’t resist accepting her offer. He’d follow her to the end, to the very halls of Sovngarde and beyond if she’d let him.

She smiled and nodded, looking out over the horizon before turning and continuing on her journey. Masema breathed a sigh of relief, a smile on his face as he looked at the yellow mask in his hands. It was a symbol, a reminder of a life he was no longer living. With a sigh, he left his mask on the stone steps of the now deserted place he once called home, leaving behind one life and eagerly walking towards the next.

Masema had been traveling with the Dragonborn for several months now and he learned a lot about this woman in that time, like the reasons his assassination attempts never worked. For starters, she was the leader of half the guilds in the damned kingdom. He also learned that she only used her respective titles when outright doing business for them and wore different masks when dealing with the general population, only a select handful of her closest allies knowing her name. He practically swooned upon learning she had trusted him enough to know her identity, even more when he discovered through a friend of hers that she rarely kept traveling companions for more than a few weeks. Apparently this was to help maintain her secrecy, but since he had proven himself to be trustworthy and loyal to her, she kept him by her side.

His life finally had purpose again, serving and protecting her on their travels having made him realize that Miraak was a fraud, using his divinely given powers to assert dominion over the people he was meant to protect. Whenever he felt shame for his past actions, she was right there to tell him that his future doesn’t need to be weighed down by the consequences of the past. She did, however, prevent him from falling down the same path of reverence he once showed Miraak, claiming that she had no desire to be worshiped by the masses and that history wasn’t kind to those who sought such power. Even if she wouldn't have a following like her predecessor, Masema had no qualms being wholly devoted to her. He found her desire to aid everyone, even the poor and displaced, inspiring. It’s no surprise her kindness towards him and everyone else had him falling in love with her.

It was during one of their adventures, camped somewhere in Whiterun Hold under the stars and two moons of Nirn, when he finally confessed his feelings to her. He had felt nervous, his palms sweaty and avoiding her gaze as he stared into the small campfire. When he heard her get up and walk over to him, he finally dared to look up at her and was shocked to see her hand outstretched towards him, a silent request to take it as she stood there in the low light of the fire. He placed his hand in hers, standing up and following her towards their shared tent, his breathing uneven as she pulled him along behind her.

No words were said, their lips finding the others in the darkness of the tent and hands pulling at laces and straps of their garments. Masema laid her back on her bedroll, taking his time to learn her body even if he couldn’t see it. His fingers traced over old scars, his lips following close behind. He licked, kissed and bit her skin, leaving physical marks on her the same way she had done to his soul. He doesn’t know how long they stayed wrapped in each other, just know that it wasn’t nearly long enough. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, the sounds of her soft breathing as she rested her head on his chest the most wonderful thing he thought he’d ever experienced. Masema sent a silent prayer of thanks to the Creator and the Divines for giving him a chance to find redemption, feeling a sense of certainty spread through his veins at the idea of aiding the true chosen of Akatosh.

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Supper

Authors note: this is my sweet revenge to @sihtricfedaraaahvicius and @tinumiel for making me impossibly horny over Masema for the whole day. And believe me it was a long day. I love you guys and I hope you will enjoy this little drabble

Summary: there is no summary, there is no plot, just pure SMUT 18+

Warnings: it's not proofread, I didn't even read it through a second time, I just needed to get this out of my brains

Pairing: Masema x reader (female)

Word Count: 0,9 K

You approach the Prophet's chambers carrying the plate with some meat and vegetables. The Prophet leads a humble life you have been told. He is devoted to Dragon, he hears his voice in his dreams and follows his orders. To be allowed to serve the Prophet is a great honour and this is the very first time you are allowed to go to this chambers and serve him his supper since you have started to work in the kitchen six months ago.  

You knock and wait to be summoned herein before you push the door open and enter. There he sits in a chair before the window, immersed in a book. He doesn’t even look at you, when you enter, just raises his hand and points to the table. You turn and head to the table to put the plate and arrange the cutlery. 

You turn around hastily as you feel someone behind you, just to face the Prophet towering over you. He is tall, his dark hair bound back in a bun, his face stern and the look in his eyes inquiring as if he could see through you, to read each and every thought in your mind. You swallow hard and want to move out of his way, but he doesn’t let you, his both hands on your waist.

You feel a shiver going down your spine as his grip tightens and his eyes continue scanning you. You open your mouth, but no sound escapes as you feel drowning in his eyes. 

"Sch-sh,” the Prophet places a finger on your lips letting you know he wants you to keep silent. “There is no need for words, my child. I can see what you want, I can see what you need. And I will give it to you,” his voice is so soft and you feel yourself unable to move as if caught in a giant cobweb, paralyzed by his intense gaze. 

He takes hold of your jaw and pushes it slightly up, his thumb nudging your lips. You open your mouth, his thumb slides inside and you start sucking it, swirling your tongue around it. 

“Have you been a good girl today?” he whispers in your ear. You want to answer, but he suddenly squeezes your jaw tightly, preventing you from speaking. “Don’t try to pretend before me. I know you haven’t,” he continues, “And do you know what happens to bad girls? They need to be punished.”

You swallow hard and your eyes widens as you see the Prophet undoing his belt. 

“Hands,” he commands and you know there is no way of disobeying him. You stretch your hands and feel the belt tightening around your wrists.

“Prophet…” you finally mumble, but can’t say anything more as his hand is gripping your jaw once again, his fingers digging in your cheeks with force

“You can call me Masema,” he smirks at you, “But only when I ask you something or when I allow you to speak. Do you understand me? You can nod, if you do.”

And all you can do is nod.

“Good girl, you learn fast,” he lets go of your jaw and leads you to the bed, pushing you backwards on it. You fall on your back and in the next moment he is on top of you, tying the other end of the belt to the head of the bed. You yelp from the stretch burning your wrists, but before another sound escapes your lips you feel Masemas hand closing on your throat, pushing slightly, just slightly to let you feel the pressure, to show you how helpless you are. Letting go of your throat, his hands slide down to your breasts, cupping and squeezing them under your dress.

“Daddy knows what you need, child,”  Masema gets off from you. With a smooth motion he flips you over to your belly, pulls you up to your knees with your ass up and spreads your legs. You yelp again as you feel your dress being lifted up and your underpants pulled down to your knees, and a harsh slap on your bottom is an answer to it. You try to contain yourself and bury your face in the pillow to muffle the whine that threatens to escape your lips at the burning sensation of it.

And then you feel it - a wet finger sliding through your folds from your clit to the entrance. You bite the pillow, but he still hears that soft whimper you are unable to suppress. Another slap on your bottom sends waves of burning sensation all over your body, and before the sting on your cheeks fades away you feel Masemas hot breath on your core and his tongue at your entrance. A low groan escapes him as his hot, wet tongue finds its way through your folds, reaching your clit, teasingly circling it and going all the way back to your entrance. Masema presses his lips against your core and starts moving his tongue over your folds, licking with fast short laps like a kitten drinking his milk and there is nothing that can stop you from moaning in pleasure as each lap, each movement of his tongue sends electrifying waves all over your body. 

Pleasure building up in you is so intense that the only thing you can do is to arch your back and moan loudly as you pull hard on the belt restraining your hands, trying to lift up your ass closer to him.

“Mmm, so eager … so needy … I told you, I know what you need,” he purrs against your cunt, “Daddy always knows what his girl needs,” Masema hums against your cunt starting to move his tongue with long, heavy, wet stripes all over your folds back and forth, teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue and pushing it slightly within you. You feel your core tightening and clenching around nothing and you desperately want to feel more than just his tongue.

“Masema… please…” you beg, forgetting that you were not allowed to speak. He withdraws instantly and you whine in disappointment. Another spank lands on your bottom, the burning sensation only increases your yearning for him.

“Behave, whore!” he hisses, pushing his index finger inside you and starting to move it in and out, his thumb brushing against your clit. With a loud moan you pull against the restraints, trying to move your hips against his finger, to fasten his pace. But he takes his time and keeps torturing you, moving his finger with a steady pace - in and out, in and out. You almost scream out when he finally adds another finger and speeds up his movements, his thumb rubbing your clit more harshly than before. This is all you need, your core starts clenching around his fingers, your hips dance against them frantically,  you are so close to the edge, just one more thrust and you’ll see the stars...

“Patience is a great virtue,” you hear Masemas' hoarse voice in your ear as he withdraws his fingers from you and undoes his breeches, releasing his hard, leaking cock. 

He grabs your hair and pulls your head back, teasing your entrance with the tip. You arch your back and push your hips towards him as much as your restraint allows you, you need him so desperately. You moan loudly as he grabs your hips with both hands and pushes inside you in one single motion until the very end of his rigid length.

He is so big, you can feel him stretching you out and filling you completely, almost painfully, as with a loud groan he starts snapping his hips into you. 

“Yeah, so good. You are so fucking, good! Now you can scream for me. I want to hear you screaming my name, little slut,” he hisses, holding you firmly in place as he proceeds forcefully thrusting into you, his breath fastening and getting twitchy with each slap.

His cock reaches so deep inside you, brushing against that special spot within you, that you feel relieved to have received his permission, as nothing in this world could prevent your cries of pure pleasure now echoing through the chambers and probably beyond. You are so close,  one more thrust and your core starts clenching, squeezing and spasming around his cock as you feel your release washing over you in electrifying waves and you embrace your overwhelming orgasm screaming his name in pure bliss.

“Good girl,” Masemas groans now fill the room mixing with your moans and whines, his movements get sloppier, his breath hitching as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm and it isn't long before he follows you with a loud growl filling you up with his release and you both collapse on the bed. He reaches out and quickly undoes the belt, freeing your hands. 

“You are such a good girl. I want you to serve me my supper from now on each evening,” he whispers, trailing his fingers over your back, pushing your hair away and placing a soft kiss on your neck.

“With pleasure, daddy,” you chuckle, turning to look in his mismatched eyes.

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Kinktober Day 30

Masema Dagar - Soulmates / Soul Bond

Randomised Character/Person - Prompt from this list

Heat rushes through your veins as you behold his nakedness.

"By the light." He whispers as you take off your clothes.

In your heart you know this is where you belong. You belong to him and he belongs to you. You belong in each other's arms, naked and in utter pleasure. It clicks in your hearts and in your minds. Your heartbeats line up and your bodies become the same temperature.

Masema takes you into his arms, kissing you softly. You moan sweetly against his lips. The kiss is simply electrifying. Masema groans, too and deepens the kiss a little. It feels like perfection when he licks into your mouth. You meet his tongue with your own and Masema groans against your lips.

His hands run along your waist and hips, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. His touch feels so right. You instantly yearn for more. You want his hands all over you, because they belong there. He was made to touch you. You were made to touch him. This is what the creator made you for.

"Onto the bed, then." Masema whispers. "Yes please." You affirm. You are impatient to feel more for him.

He backs you up carefully, laying you down and climbing on top you. You feel the heat roll off of him, caged in by his muscular arms. Your core clamps down on nothing. "I need you." You whisper. You are eager to complete the process, to make you his in truth. To make him yours. To consumate your soul bond. You don't even care about foreplay at this point. You need him inside you. You need to be complete with him.

#Masema Dagar #The Wheel of Time #TWOT #arnas fedaravicius #soulmate au #smut under the cut - ish

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Priest!Masema NSFW Alphabet

A = After (what they’re like after sex)

Before the guilt has set in, he'll want to cuddle and help you clean up a little. He likes to hear you tell him he did well for you. He likes to hear you thank him. He wants to hold you close, smelling your hair and hearing you talk, until he starts to feel the pangs of religious guilt.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On you, he'll say your hair and the moles/freckles/scars that adorn your skin, but in turth it is your ass and hips.

One himself it is his hands, because they do God's work.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Really fucking average, tbf. He is more a gusher than a shooter, tho. He does really love to cream pie though, to sit back and watch it gush out of you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Everything about his sexuality is his dirty secret. YOU are his dirty secret. The way he lusts after you, the things he does to you, his absolute and everything overruling need for you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Barely any before he met you. He's 'strayed' once or twice before you, but that was a good long while ago. Though he does seem to know what he wants and how to do it to you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. It makes him feel somewhat in charge and it is the only position that is 'correct'.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Oh, he is very serious. He takes sinning very serious and will actually shut you down when you try and bring some humour into the sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hair???? What hair, he does not even grow much leg hair and the peach fluff that grows under his armpits is negligible.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He tries to be emotionally distant, but he never succeeds. He craves closeness, he craves small gestures of love and he will bestow them upon you like a waterfall.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He edges to the thought of you daily. But he never lets himself cum.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Femdom, edging, slow burn, orgasm desperation, overstim, semi public sex, clothed sex, bondage, spanking and biting.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bedroom, the confessional, the lecture stand and his car.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your scent, the sight of your boobs/ass, when you bend over, when you press yourself close to him, the wind playing through your hair, eye contact, the way you moan, your laughter. Hell, your sheer existance is arousing to him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

DDLG, bodily fluids, ageplay, exhibitionism and roleplay

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Getting head will undo him in half a minute and he will never get used to it. He loves eating you out, but keeps it as a rare treat, when he thinks he deserves it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He really wants to be slow and sensual, to take his time on your body, BUT, about ten minutes in he loses all semblance of selfcontrol and goes hard and fast, unless you take control.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

His mouth is telling you no, but his body is telling you yes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

HAHAHAHHAHA NO, AND YET, so slowly draw him into your kinky world and he is so here for it, without really being aware of it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has a surprisingly strong stamina. He lasts long and can go at it for hours per session.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nope, he balks at the mere idea of using toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is not at all a tease, but secretly likes it when you tease him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is embarrassingly loud. He just cannot keep quiet. Once it feels good, he will not be able to help himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He cannot looking at you without fantasies bursting, like intruisive thoughts, into his mind. Only he does not recognise them as intruisive thoughts, he sees them as the devil showing him his deepest urges. He feels shame every time his thoughts come to him like that. But he never fails to act upon them either.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is so shapely, long and proportionally thicc, OF cock, really.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Actually quite high. He is very ashamed of this, but he is such a needy lil pervert. Especially after meeting you, all he can think of is fucking you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

ARE YOU KIDDING, HE HAS TO REPENT. Guy has some praying to do, guilt riddled and morally conflicted. He can't sleep for hours!!!

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

The Punishment

Note: this wasn't planned at all... but here it is. You can thank @foxyanon and @whitedarkmoonflower for this. 

Warnings: 18+!! smut. doms/sub. spanking/punishments/light degrading. PWP for real.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f) x Modern!Masema

summary: your plan to tease your doms backfired

wordcount: 2.7k

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You woke up comfortably, your head resting on Masema's chest while Sihtric was snuggled up against you from behind, his arm circled around your waist.

You loved your doms more than anything in this world, but their recent punishment was brutal, even for them. You bratted a little too hard lately by ignoring their rules and constantly challenging their authority, so Sihtric and Masema agreed to deprive you of pleasure until you had learned your lesson. And when exactly you had learned your lesson was entirely up to them to decide. It had been a week now, and the punishment also meant you were not allowed to touch yourself. You had been a good girl all this time, but today when you woke up, all cuddled up safely between your doms, you knew you were going to get back at them.

Masema was the first to leave the bed and go to work, and he gave you a soft kiss on your cheek before departing.

'I love you, sweetheart,' Masema whispered, 'be good today.'

'Mhm,' you murmured sleepily, 'I will be good, Sir.'

Masema chuckled and pinched your cheek lightly, then slapped Sihtric's ass, as he was still in bed with you and he grunted disapprovingly at the rude awakening. You giggled softly and Sihtric pulled you against his chest in response, burying his face in your neck and peppering your sensitive skin with soft and sweet open mouthed kisses. He knew he was riling you up, making you all wet for him while knowing very well you weren't allowed to have any form of pleasure, it was just endless teasing until he and Masema decided it was enough.

And with that thought Sihtric eventually left the bed too, getting dressed to go to his daytime job, and he snuck back into the bedroom to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

'I love you, princess,' he whispered and gently raked his fingers through your hair, 'be a good girl today for us.'

'I will, daddy,' you smiled and buried yourself underneath the covers when Sihtric left.

You listened carefully, waiting until you heard the front door of your shared home slam shut and the sound of Sihtric's car engine getting started. And once you were completely sure you were alone in the house, you grabbed your phone. Still wet from the way Sihtric had kissed you, you began to touch yourself, sliding your own fingers in and out of you, and you recorded a voice clip of your soft gasps and cries, moaning both your doms their names as you came. The feeling of finally climaxing after a week of no pleasure was exhilarating, and after you stopped recording yourself you dozed off again.

You woke up hours later and went about your day. Your doms took care of you, like the princess that you were, so you didn't have to work. You only kept the house clean and cooked for them every day, it was the perfect relationship. You knew your doms had their lunch breaks at work soon, and so you decided to send the audio you had made in the chat between the three of you. You sat back with a bratty grin and waited for them to hear it and reply. And it didn't take long before you saw both men start to type, then the texts rolled in…

Masema: ???????????

Sihtric: princess????

Masema: is this what I think it is….

Masema: you think this is funny, sweetheart?

Sihtric: this is not being a good girl, is it?

You: but I am a good girl!!! I thought of you and Sir when I came :( 

Masema: that is not what we meant by being good!

Sihtric: you know you will get punished for this…

You: nooo please daddy I'm soooooo scared :( 

Suddenly both men stopped typing, and you knew they were texting each other privately now after you mocked Sihtric, discussing what to do with you. A long minute passed and your heart skipped several beats when a reply came in. 

Masema: another week is added to your punishment, lady!

You: no!!!!!

You pouted at the way your plan had backfired. Another week of no pleasure? You weren't going to survive this. You cursed yourself for being so stupid and apologised several times to your doms in the chat, but they weren't having any of it. You had screwed up and had to deal with the consequences of your own bratty actions now, because you didn't listen to your doms.

You were completely in your own world, listening to music while you were laying on the livingroom floor, colouring in your colour book after you had cleaned the house. You were dressed in a short, pink lace babydoll and thigh high socks, just minding your own business and not being aware that both your doms had come home from work earlier and snuck in the house. They watched you with a smirk on their faces, Sihtric leaning against the doorpost with his shoulder, his arms crossed, and Masema leaning with his arm against the other side of the doorpost, and he startled you when he cleared his throat. You gasped and turned around, eyes wide at the sight of your doms in front of you, smirking with their brow furrowed.

'Well, well,' Masema chuckled darkly, 'isn't that our good little girl right there?' 

He directed his eyes to Sihtric, who smiled just as slyly.

'Define good,' Sihtric shrugged, 'because I received the strangest voice memo today.'

'Oh, you got that too?' Masema mocked as he looked at you, 'I also heard it. What did you think?'

'It sounded an awful lot like your princess,' Sihtric shook his head, 'but that can't be, can it?'

'No, it can't be,' Masema agreed, 'our sweetheart would never disobey us like that, would she?'

Both men looked at you, awaiting your answer, but you couldn't speak. Your mouth had gone dry and your cheeks reddened at the sight of their mischievous faces. You knew you were in trouble.

'No, she wouldn't do such a thing,' Sihtric chuckled, 'but… if she would,' he began to unbuckle his belt and swiftly pulled it out the loops of his jeans, 'she would be punished for it, right?' he held his belt out to Masema while he kept his eyes on you.

'Right,' Masema said and took the belt, then closed in on you until he towered over you. 'Up,' he said sternly, and you listened.

You got up on your feet and watched the black leather belt in Masema's hands with big eyes. Sihtric came up behind Masema and took your hand, guiding you with him to the couch where he sat down. Sihtric smiled sweetly as he looked up at you with your flushed face, and you looked back over your shoulder at Masema, who held the belt doubled over in one hand, and his mismatched eyes were intense as he looked at you.

'You know what to do, don't you?' he said.

You swallowed hard and looked back at Sihtric, who still had that sweet and reassuring smile on his face as he held your hand.

'Oh, no,' Masema scoffed and stepped closer, taking your chin and directing your face to his, 'don't go looking at daddy now. You know exactly what you did wrong, and those big pleading eyes won't help you get out of this. You wanted to be a little slut earlier today, now you have to take the punishment for that. Over his knee,' he commanded and let go of your face, 'now.'

Sihtric pulled you down towards him, bent over his lap, and he pushed the pink lace fabric up and pulled your matching lace panties down, exposing your bare buttocks. Sihtric placed one hand on your back, keeping you in place, while he slowly massaged your asscheeks with his other. You melted at the warmth and loving feeling of his touch, a touch you had been deprived of for seven days now, and you already felt yourself dumb down for him.

'How many does our slut deserve?' Masema asked Sihtric with a sly smile.

Sihtric hummed as he thought about the question, making you wait even longer to hear their verdict while he continued to slowly touch your ass.

'Seven,' he then said.

Sihtric's voice was soft and playful, whereas Masema's voice was firm and serious.

'Seven?' Masema asked and stepped closer to you.

'She was a good girl for seven days,' Sihtric explained.

You were relieved to hear your soft dom decided you would only be spanked seven times. Seven times was okay with a belt. You knew it would definitely leave a mark, one you didn't mind and knew you deserved, but you thought you'd be in way more trouble than just seven spankings.

'However,' Sihtric suddenly said, and you froze, 'maybe we should double it?'

'I think we should double it,' Masema agreed, 'don't forget to count for us, sweetheart,' he chuckled.

And as soon as Sihtric moved his hand away from your ass, you felt the first sharp sting of the leather belt touching your skin.

'Ah!' you gasped and your eyes teared up at the impact, 'o-one.'

'T-two… three,' you breathed, counting each slap of the belt you felt.

You smiled, even though it hurt, it was an oddly pleasurable feeling. And what you loved even more was the way Sihtric rubbed your slapped cheek after each strike you received, only to pull his hand away again for the next blow. It went well, but after eight spankings you suddenly lost count and said seven again.

'Already lost count?' Masema said disapprovingly.

'You know what that means, princess,' Sihtric cooed, 'don't you?'

'Mhm,' you hummed as tears ran down your face.

'Use your words!' Masema snarled from behind you.

'W-we start o-over,' you stammered.

'Good girl,' Masema said, 'so you do know the rules, hm?' he said and crouched down in front of you, taking your chin again, 'then why did you break them?'

You felt a pool of heat in your lower abdomen at his hard-dom behaviour, and you couldn't help but smile at him.

'I just wanted to have fun, Sir,' you mumbled.

'Have fun?' Masema chuckled, 'you just wanted to have fun, hm?' he suddenly slapped your cheek, then grabbed your face again, 'and did our little slut have fun?'

'Y-yes, Sir,' you murmured.

Masema slapped you again, only to grab your chin once more. 'Good,' he smiled, 'because now it's our time to have fun. So we start over.'

'Yes, Sir.'

'Good girl,' Sihtric encouraged you softly and wiped your tears, 'count for us, little girl, I know you can do it.'

Masema began to spank you with the belt again, bruising your ass with each hit of the leather while you kept counting. Masema watched your body language carefully, while Sihtric checked in with you, speaking softly after each spank. Each strike gave you a sharp and burning sensation, which shot through your entire body, making your pussy soaked by the time Masema was finally done. You barely had time to recover from the spanking as Masema pulled you up your feet again and towards the bedroom, where he threw you on the bed. You watched him undress, Sihtric getting rid of his own clothes right next to him, and they towered over you as you were down on the bed. You stared up at your doms, Sihtric was lean and strong, his body scarred which made him look dangerous, while Masema was slightly more muscular, his body free of scars, and you were desperate for both of them to use you as they pleased, which they would.

'On your knees,' Masema ordered.

'Yes, Sir,' you said and dropped down to your knees, on the floor, and looked up to Masema.

'How pretty is our slut like this?' he chuckled as he took your chin.

'The prettiest,' Sihtric smiled and positioned himself behind you.

Sihtric grabbed your hips and lifted you up to your knees, teasing your entrance with his hard, dripping cock, 'The prettiest and the wettest slut,' he laughed darkly, 'only for us to use.'

You moaned and nearly trembled at his teasing, and you gasped when he pushed his entire length inside, holding your hips firmly as he stilled inside you.

'Fuck,' Sihtric grunted in your ear, moving one hand up to your throat and lightly squeezing it.

'Tight?' Masema grinned and teased your lips with his cock, coating them with his precum.

'So fucking tight,' Sihtric laughed, 'fuck. We should deprive her of pleasure more often, the way she's clenching around my cock right now,' he hummed and groaned, then softly bit your ear as he chuckled darkly again, 'you were so fucking desperate for daddy's cock, weren't you?'

'Yes, daddy,' you smiled, your thighs trembling and your breath hitched when he squeezed your throat a little more.

Sihtric groaned again and began to slam into you while he held your body up against his. Your eyes nearly fell shut at the pleasant feeling, but Masema took your chin and brought you back into the moment, slapping his cock teasingly against your slightly parted lips.

'Now suck,' Masema said, 'and don't you dare to look away from my eyes.'

His fingers tangled in your messy hair as he fucked your mouth, looking down into your teary eyes while Sihtric continued to fuck you from behind. Masema bit down on his lip, pushing your head towards him further, making you gag on his length as you were kept in place by both men while they used you. And each time you gagged, Masema slapped your face, only to pull out and slap your face again for gagging.

'Please,' you gasped out of breath, while Sihtric kept fucking into you with no remorse.

'Please?' Masema asked, then pushed his cock back into your mouth, making you gag again before he pulled out and slapped your cheek again.

'Please, Sir,' you breathed, your spit and his precum dripping down your chin.

'Please Sir is not a safeword,' Masema reminded you and slapped your face again, then waited a few seconds before he rammed his length back inside your mouth again and continued to use you as his fucktoy until he came on your tongue.

'Swallow,' he commanded, 'be a good slut and don't waste a single fucking drop or I'll fill your mouth up again, and this time I won't let you catch your breath.'

You swallowed his load as tears ran down your face, mixing with the juices on your chin and dripping down onto your body and running down your knees. You watched Masema grab a towel and he sat back on the bed. Then you felt Sihtric's hand move from your throat to the back of your neck. He pushed you down on your hands and knees, fucking you until your knees were bruised and until he came inside you with a heavy grunt, his tattooed fingers digging into your hips. Masema watched with a satisfied smirk on his face how you collapsed on the floor after Sihtric had pulled out. Sihtric was quick to pick you up in his arms and Masema came over with the towel and some cooling lotion. You were laid down on the bed, pulled into Sihtric's arms and he pecked your reddened cheeks.

'Are you okay, princess?' he asked softly, and Masema carefully cleaned up your face and checked for bruises.

'Yes, daddy,' you smiled, exhausted and satisfied.

'Good girl,' Sihtric smiled and kissed your forehead, then motioned to Masema to apply the cooling lotion to your heavily bruised buttocks.

Your doms took turns taking a quick shower, making sure you were safely wrapped in either of their arms when the other was away, and they agreed you should rest and shower after your nap, as you were already dozing off. Masema pulled you in his arms after he joined you in bed, and Sihtric cuddled up from behind, wrapping his arm around you and peppering your neck with soft kisses.

'You did so good for us,' Sihtric whispered, to which you only hummed.

'So good,' Masema murmured and kissed your forehead, 'I love you, sweetheart.'

'I love you too, Sir,' you mumbled sweetly.

'And I love you, princess,' Sihtric smiled and nuzzled your neck.

'I love you too, daddy,' you giggled softly, and then dozed off while you were snug and safely cuddled up between your two doms, who loved you more than anything in this world.

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Mechanic chapter 15

Note: follow up to chapter 14, but could probably be read on it's own too if you just want a spicy read. Happy easter to those who celebrate, make sure you sin today! 😉

Warnings: 18+!! smut; minors DNI.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You and Sihtric finally got to properly date and know each other.

wordcount: 4,9k

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Weeks had passed since Sihtric had rescued you from a forced marriage with Masema. He had called the cops, leaving them an anonymous tip and, as you didn't want to be involved with Masema anymore in any way, you agreed with Sihtric to leave before the first responders arrived. And so far it has been the right choice.

You finally got to spend more days and nights together, but because of everything that had happened ever since that belated Halloween party, you had not been intimate anymore since that very same night. You were both okay with that, as just sleeping in the same bed and waking up next to each other was already a blessing, but you both struggled in secret to not jump each other at any given moment. Sihtric was still careful at first and did not want to rush things. He knew you liked him, but sometimes his insecurities still took over and he was afraid you'd be just another girl who liked him for his looks, and not for who he was.

He was still afraid you would find someone better than him, someone who was highly educated with a high paid job and a fancy house. Sihtric was and had none of that. His mechanic job paid him well enough to live a pleasant life and to save some money for unexpected expenses, but Sihtric wasn't highly educated and he lived in a modest studio apartment just outside the city centre. He had been somewhat ashamed to take you to his place, and it was only after that horrific night with Masema that he took you there, because he felt he could keep you safer where he knew everything and everyone around him.

You liked his place once you got to explore it, after you woke up the next morning and the biggest scare had worn off overnight. His place was small and simple, but it told you everything you needed to know about him all at once. The apartment was small and cosy, with a separate bedroom just big enough for a double bed, which was positioned against the left wall, and a clothing cabinet on the right, of which one door was missing and the remaining one hung half loose while being covered with stickers of various motorcycle brands. On the wall, above the bed, was one large shelf decorated with an old white helmet, which Sihtric told you was the first helmet he ever bought along with his first motorbike, and next to the helmet was a pot with a dying cactus. On his nightstand remained an old but empty pizza box which he had yet to throw out, his bedroom door had an old poster of a pin-up girl seated on a vintage Harley Davidson, and his bedroom floor was surprisingly clean for a guy who lived alone and hadn't seriously dated anyone in a while.

When you left his bedroom you stepped into his living room which had an open kitchen on the right. The kitchen was small, perfect for one person, but it became evident when you stayed over that he needed a dinner table, because he couldn't ask you to eat like a sewer rat above the sink, like he usually does when he's on his own. The only problem was that the apartment had no space for a dinner table, as a large black corner sofa took up most of its limited space, along with a tv cabinet and a big tv to go with it. There was room for one more cabinet in the living room, and that cabinet was filled with piled up videogames, various protective motor gear, such as gloves and balaclavas to wear underneath a helmet, and naturally he had multiple tool boxes too. His living room also had numerous posters and fancy prints of scarcely dressed anime girls, to which he blushed once you pointed that out. His bathroom was also small but surprisingly clean, with a shower, a sink, a toilet and some space for a washing machine and a dryer, and on the outside of the bathroom door was a large mirror.

Sihtrich had  worried his place wouldn't be up to your standards, as you owned a whole house in a pretty good neighbourhood, but you reassured him after the first night you stayed over that you did not care about how and where he lived. You just wanted the place to feel like home, and that's exactly how you felt when he first took you to his apartment. But then maybe you would feel at home everywhere as long as Sihtric was by your side, and you started to stay over at his place more often ever since.

You also found out that during Sihtric's time off, now that he was fully healed again and enjoying life as he used to, he liked to wear a hint of eyeliner and a silver chain around his neck, along with a Mjölnir pendant which was attached to a black leather cord. His clothes were simple, when not dressed in his work overalls, and he usually wore black jeans and comfortable hoodies or slim fitted shirts with his leather jacket on top. He owned good quality motor gear too, a matching set which consisted of a black coat, black trousers, black gloves and black boots, which all matched with his black helmet. But since Sihtric was an experienced biker, he rarely wore his full gear and often cruised in his jeans and a hoodie underneath his leather jacket. 

And today wouldn't be any different, as you had agreed to go for a ride with him because it was a surprisingly warm afternoon for the time of the year. But where Sihtric would dress in his normal clothes, he refused to let you climb on the back of his bike without the proper clothing after everything that had happened. And so he had recently bought you a full set of protective gear, which he surprised you with when you came over after spending the night before apart.

'But isn't this stuff expensive?' you mumbled as Sihtric zipped up your coat.

'See it is a, eh, first real gift from your boyfriend,' Sihtric chuckled shyly while you checked yourself out in his mirror wearing the full gear, and he leaned back against the wall next to you.

Sihtric felt his cheeks heat up as he looked at you, for he thought you were his absolute dream girl and looked just perfect in that outfit he had bought you. He always hoped to find himself a backpack, someone who wants to go on rides with him, but he never dared dream his backpack would be someone as stunning and perfect as you.

'So… do you like it?' he asked hesitantly.

'I do,' you smiled, 'I really do. But I just don't know how to thank you for this.'

'You don't need to thank me,' Sihtric shrugged and handed you the finishing touch for your outfit; a black helmet which matched his own.

He helped you with the helmet, adjusting it to fit right, and he felt shy again as you looked up at him while the visor was up, admiring the sight of his dark eyeliner around his mismatched eyes.

'What?' he frowned after a moment and fought a smile.

'Well… I… I can't kiss you anymore now,' your voice somewhat muffled by the helmet, 'can I?'

Sihtric laughed as he put on his leather jacket, then grabbed your helmet and kissed the tip of your nose, which made you giggle, and he then took his own helmet before he opened the door for you. You walked a little clumsily in the motor gear, as the material was still firm and not broken in yet, and Sihtric enjoyed the sight of you walking down the stairs of the apartment building while you desperately held onto the railing. Once you reached the parking garage located under the apartment building, Sihtric placed his hand lightly on your lower back and walked you to his bikes. He had recently sold his previous bike and purchased two new ones; a black Triumph Bonneville T120 and a black ARCH 1S, the latter which had nearly made him go bankrupt. But only the Triumph was suitable to ride with a passenger, as the other bike had no space for a backpack to tag along.

When you closed in on his bikes, Sihtric started to feel a little nervous. It had been a while since he had taken you out on a proper trip, as the last time you were his passenger after the drama at the abandoned farm didn't really count in his opinion, and he just wanted you to feel safe. Especially after the horrific crash that started the whole mess you had both gone through.

'You nervous?' he asked just before he put on his helmet.

'Healthy nerves,' you confessed.

'If you don't feel comfortable or if I'm going too fast for your liking, just pinch me or something, okay? Then I'll slow down and pull over.'

You nodded in agreement and the butterflies rushed through your stomach when Sihtric took your helmet in his hands again, and he looked down into your eyes as both your visors were still open.

'I love you,' he said, and you could tell by the crinkles around his eyes that he smiled.

'I love you too,' you smiled back and moved your gloved hands up his torso.

'And for that I'm blessed,' Sihtric winked and leaned his helmet against yours while he continued to look down into your eyes, this being the closest your helmets would allow you to get.

'As am I,' you almost murmured and slid your hands under his unzipped jacket.

'Are you staying the night?' Sihtric suddenly asked and curled his fingers around the neck of your coat.

'Maybe,' you taunted, 'you want me to?'

'Of course I want you,' he chuckled, then realised what he had said and corrected himself, 'to, eh, to stay the night I mean.'

You laughed at his half hidden but clearly flustered face, and in response Sihtric slapped the visor on your helmet shut. 

'Hey!' you laughed and opened it again, 'I want a kiss now because you were being mean.'

'I wasn't mean.'

'Yes you were.'

'I wasn't,' Sihtric chuckled and nudged your shoulder teasingly.

You grabbed onto his arm and your boyfriend frowned at you.

'What?' he smiled.

'I want to kiss you,' you said, innocently.

Sihtric groaned lightly, clearly wanting the same, and he then helped you take off your helmet before taking off his own. He turned to hang the helmets on the handlebars of his bike and, as he turned back, cupped your cheeks to pull you in for a kiss. The sweet kiss quickly turned hot and heavy as your tongues swirled and breaths were being stolen. Sihtric continued to kiss you while you fumbled with your gloves, then threw them on the garage floor once you finally freed yourself of them. You moved your hands up into his dark curls immediately, lightly tugging his hair to keep the kiss as deep as possible.

'Fuck,' Sihtric breathed in between sloppy kisses and he grabbed your hips, 'baby…'

'I want you,' you whined with a desperate sigh against his lips, 'please.'

'Yeah?' he chuckled softly, then kissed you again, 'you want me, princess?'

'Mhm,' you hummed, to which Sihtric picked you up in his arms and seated you sideways on his bike, 'I want you right now,' you breathed heavily and wrapped your legs around his waist.

'Right now?' Sihtric smiled slyly, his hands trailing up and down your thighs, 'here?'

'Right here,' you smirked and slid your hands underneath his hoodie while you brought your lips to his neck, 'it's been too long, Siht.'

'I know,' he agreed, one hand on your waist and the other in your hair as he threw his head back at the feeling of your mouth on his sensitive skin, and he inhaled sharply, 'hm, far too long.'

'Need you,' you murmured, then looked at him and flicked your tongue against his lips, 'I need you inside me so badly,' you mewled and rubbed his hardened length through his jeans, 'please, babe.'

Sihtric smiled and cupped your cheeks, 'So cute,' his lips touching yours as he spoke and his tongue licking your lips between every few words, 'so pretty… when you beg for my cock.'

You moaned into his mouth and tugged firmly at his leather belt, 'Forget this bike,' you rasped, 'I wanna ride you, baby.'

Sihtric chuckled darkly and bucked his hips against yours, making you moan at the slight friction you felt as his erection just barely touched your core through your motor trousers, and he captured your lips into a passionate kiss once more.

'Tonight,' he husked, 'I promise you get to ride me tonight, if you're a good girl of course.'

'I'm always a good girl,' you smiled and teasingly sucked his lower lip, then pecked his lips a few more times before you were both startled as someone suddenly started their car not too far away from you.

Now that you were both snapped out of your love and lust filled bubble, Sihtric gave you one more sweet kiss and then handed you your helmet again.

'But I want you now,' you pouted.

'I want you now too, princess,' Sihtric said as he held your chin, 'but not here, not in public.'

'Fine,' you sighed and feigned annoyance, to which Sihtric squinted his eyes as he glanced at you, almost daring you to roll your eyes at him again, but you quickly averted your eyes and put the helmet back on again.

Sihtric put his own helmet back on and got on his bike, then signalled you to get on too. The bike forced you to sit all pushed up against him, and Sihtric reached behind him to take your hands after he had started his bike, pulling your arms around his waist tightly.

'Don't let go of me, okay?' he half yelled over his shoulder.

'I won't,' you yelled in reply, and rested your helmet against his back as he took off.

The bike ride lasted almost two hours before you had to tell Sihtric you needed a break, because your legs began to hurt, and you found your moment when he had to stop at a traffic light. You yelled his name and tapped his shoulder to get his attention, and you explained to him what was wrong. Sihtric nodded and said he'd pull over in a few minutes, at the parking of a forest which was close by. You told him that was okay with you and, as it was quite a long light you had to wait for, you began to tease him after he had shut down his engine while waiting.

You first wrapped your arms around his neck to give him a loving hug, but then you slowly moved your hands down to his thighs, to which Sihtric smiled but you couldn't see it, and he hummed softly as he leaned back against you. You trailed your hands to his inner thighs, and then slowly moved them up, but Sihtric was quick to grab your hands and stop you before you could rub his painfully trapped erection through his jeans. You laughed teasingly and Sihtric shook his head. He opened his visor and reached behind him, caressing your legs, and he then looked back over his shoulder.

'Your legs are going to be over my shoulders tonight, princess,' he winked.

You gasped lightly and felt a rush of butterflies through your stomach while you blushed behind your closed visor. And before you could reply, the light turned green, and Sihtric started his bike again and you clung onto him as he speeded off. When he slowed down several minutes later and turned to a rather quiet road that led through the forest, he took your hand. He held it up along with his, above his head as he rode on, and you felt the wind against your glove while you felt an overwhelming sense of freedom inside of you. He then lowered your hand and snuck it under his half open jacket, placing it on his heart and holding it there until he found the deserted parking lot to make a stop.

You both dismounted and took off your helmets, and, as soon as you had rid yourself of your gloves and unzipped your coat because it was rather warm, your lips found each other's and you kissed slowly and sweetly for several long minutes while no one was around.

'You're my whole world, little lady,' Sihtric whispered against your lips as he cradled your face in his hands, 'everything.'

'And you're too good to be true,' you murmured, 'you have to be. You can't be real…'

'I'm real, princess,' he said and nuzzled your nose before he kissed you again, 'and so is my love for you. I want to love you and smother you with it until you feel you could die from it.'

He smiled softly as he looked down into your eyes, and the sun made his mismatched eyes even more enchanting as the thin dark eyeliner decorated around them. You felt your cheeks heat up, and as it was a warm day you both decided to take off your jackets and threw them over his bike. Sihtric took off his hoodie too, and once he was in just his white shirt he, out of nowhere, wrapped his arms around you and tackled you, pulling you down with him in the tall grass between the flowers. You yelped as you were taken down and before you could even blink, Sihtric pulled you on top of him as he laid down, his hands on your thighs while he bit down on his lip, his eyes hooded as if he was intoxicated. You giggled and took his hands, only to pepper them with soft kisses, earning a low moan from him and you felt he became aroused once again as he was underneath you. You teasingly wiggled your butt, knowing it would make him even more aroused, and he then grabbed your hips.

'You wanna ride me?' Sihtric husked and made you grind down on him, 'hm?'

'Yeah,' you sighed with a smile and ran your hands over his torso.

'You think you can handle me?'

'We've made love before,' you chuckled with a light blush, 'only once, but…'

'Yes, made love,' Sihtric pointed out, 'but I'm talking about fucking, darling, not making love.'

You giggled like an excited schoolgirl, you were still to discover a lot about your boyfriend but you liked what you had learned so far. And you wouldn't mind if he had fucked you right there, in the grass between the pretty flowers, but you already figured he wouldn't do anything with you in public like that.

'But… you won't do it here, right?' you tried regardless.

'No,' he smiled sweetly and trailed his fingers down your cheek, 'not here, baby.'

'You ever done stuff in a public place like this?' you wondered.

'I have,' Sihtric confessed, 'many years ago.'

'Really?' you grinned, 'what did you do?'

'Aren't you curious?' he laughed and then hummed softly as he took your hands in his, 'well, if you really want to know… I sucked someone off,' he said casually and with a light shrug.

'What?' your eyes widened.

'What?'

'You… you what?' you laughed, 'really?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric laughed, 'what's so shocking about that?'

'Well, I… I don't know- I guess I didn't, uh, expect… that.'

'Yeah, well,' Sihtric shrugged again, 'I dated a guy back then and you know, we were in love, so things happened when we knew the chances of being caught were slim. It was fun and kind of exciting to do risky stuff in public, but I'm too old for that now I guess,' he licked his lips and looked up at you, 'and I would never want anyone to see you exposed like that in any way,' he took your chin again, 'that's only for me to see.'

You smiled and cupped his cheeks, accepting the fact he just didn't want you to be seen with half your clothes off by anyone else, and you couldn't deny you liked that about him. 

'So,' you said after a moment, 'you liked sucking that guy off then?' you snorted.

'I did,' Sihtric said cockily and without shame, 'why?' he playfully raised an eyebrow.

'Nah, just wondering,' you shrugged with a grin, 'it's an, eh… interesting thought.'

'Is it?' Sihtric suddenly husked, and he took your hand, tracing his lips with your fingertips as he looked at you intensely.

You swallowed hard and felt your cheeks heat up when he kissed your fingers, and then ran his tongue slowly across your index and middle finger, all while he kept his eyes locked with yours, and the mischief in his eyes became clear as day. You became lightheaded as you watched him slowly drag his tongue over your fingers again, only to stop when your fingertips touch his lower lip, and he then winked seductively before he took your fingers in his mouth, and sucked them painstakingly slow while he never tore his eyes away from yours. 

Everything around you became silent, every sound disappeared; the chirping of birds, the leaves rustling in the wind, the sound of vehicles on the highway far away… it all drowned out as you watched your boyfriend suck your digits as you sat on top of him, and your eyes went heavy while your panties became soaked. You mindlessly grinded your hips against his as you watched him, moaning pathetically while you did, but then Sihtric pulled your fingers away from his mouth and laughed softly at the state you were in.

'Was it as interesting as you thought?' he spoke soft and low, the amusement lingering in his voice.

You nodded while your eyes were still heavy, 'Yes,' you sighed, 'even b-better… please,' you then begged and leaned in, 'please let me ride you.'

Sihtric chuckled softly and kissed your lips, 'If you only knew how pretty you look when you're so desperate,' he whispered, 'but don't worry, I'll show you.'

And your mechanic boyfriend kept his promise. When he took you back to his place again, after having stopped for dinner at a restaurant at the side of a road, you both wasted no time and started taking off each other's clothes before you even reached the door to his apartment. Once inside, he kicked the door shut and lifted you up in his arms as he kissed you, walking you over to his couch where he sat you down. He kissed your lips again before he pulled away, and you protested against the sudden loss of him while you were left in only your lingerie. Sihtric was only half naked, still wearing his jeans and boxers underneath, but the curls on the unshaved side of his head were messy and his cheeks were rosy. He grabbed a wooden chair out of the bathroom, on which he always piled his clothes when taking a shower, and he placed it in front of the mirror which was on the bathroom door.

You watched him, rather confused, and he then turned back to you and took your hand. He pulled you up to him and he kissed you as he walked you backwards to the chair.

'I told you,' he rasped, 'I'd show you how pretty you are for me.'

Sihtric unzipped his jeans and lowered them only slightly, then sat down and pulled you in his lap while you both faced your reflection. He teased you for a moment, running his fingers across your wet panties and making you watch how worked up he made you with such ease, until you begged him for more. He took your face and kept your eyes on the mirror while he pulled his hard cock out, and your mouth nearly watered as he made you watch him stroke his length slowly. He brought his lips to your neck, where he kissed and sucked your skin before he spoke in your ear while you made the most desperate noises.

'See how fucking pretty you are,' he whispered and looked at you in the mirror over your shoulder, 'making such a mess of yourself for me,' he smiled sweetly and with pride. 'Do you want it?' he then purred.

You nodded eagerly and with tears in your eyes, you couldn't contain yourself anymore and started to fall apart in front of him.

'Please,' you begged and grinded his thigh, 'please…'

'Such a good girl,' Sihtric cooed, and he then picked you up and brought you to his bedroom, where he threw you on the bed.

He loved how small you were to him and how easily he could toss you around, with love of course, and he climbed on top of you after he pulled down your panties and took off his own remaining clothes. He cupped your cheeks and then kissed your lips softly.

'I love you,' he whispered.

'I love you too,' you murmured with a smile, your hands roaming over his broad shoulders.

'Good,' Sihtric chuckled softly and kissed you again, 'remember that I love you, because I'm going to fuck you like I don't, and I won't stop unless you tell me to.'

You nodded, and he wasted no time to sheath himself completely inside you, filling you up entirely and you clawed at his back at the sudden sensation. You arched your back and threw your head back as he began to thrust into you, picking up his pace every few seconds until your eyes rolled back and you could only moan and whimper in his ear while you clenched around his twitching cock. 

Sihtric sat back up after a while, and he threw your legs over his shoulder before he leaned back in again, he then grabbed your hips and he began to fuck you without remorse. His bed creaked loudly underneath you and the headboard banged against the wall with each hard thrust, his necklaces dangled above your face and hit his chest rhythmically while he desperately bit down his moans as he was completely buried inside you. He kept this up for a while, but then suddenly flipped you over and you were on top of him before you could climax.

You looked down into his eyes with surprise, his eyeliner still on point while his body glistened with sweat just like yours, and he gave you a sly half smile as he put his hands behind his head while he laid back on his bed.

'You wanted to ride me, princess?' he rasped.

'Mhm,' you whined, and you sank down on his length and began to bounce up and down while you moaned and gasped.

You found support by putting your hands on his scarred and toned chest, all while Sihtric didn't move and just watched you as you fucked him the way you had asked for. And you continued to fuck him until your legs began to hurt and your whines became even prettier, desperate for his help.

'Mh,' Sihtric hummed with a dark chuckle, 'such a good girl,' he whispered as you struggled to keep moving, 'just like that… good girl.'

But not much later your entire body trembled. You were desperate for your release and tears rolled down your cheeks as you tried to keep a steady pace, which was impossible by now.

'Please,' you gasped, but Sihtric didn't look impressed and he refused to help you.

'All day you begged to ride me, princess,' he said sternly but with a sweetness to it, 'so you'll fucking ride me now, and you won't stop until I fill that pretty pussy of yours up.'

You did as you were told, gasping and moaning and trembling while you continued to ride your mechanic, and he eventually took a hold of your hips, not helping you, but simply digging his fingers in your skin.

'Keep making those pretty sounds for me now,' Sihtric said, panting while he struggled to fight his own moans now, 'keep fucking going, princess.'

And you did, you fucked him until you couldn't anymore, and you both climaxed shortly after each other, breathing hard and heavy while your body was shaking as you sat on top of him, exhausted. Sihtric smiled at you, sweetly and head over heels in love with you, and he wiped your tear stained cheeks with his hands.

'Good girl,' he cooed and kissed your lips, then brought one hand down to your trembling thighs, 'you wanna taste it?'

You nodded as you sniffled, wanting nothing more than to feel and taste him entirely. And your boyfriend smiled proudly, running his fingers over the inside of your thigh and coating them with his cum as it dripped out of you. He brought his hand back up, smearing it over your lips before he slid his fingers between your parted lips to let you taste him.

'That's it,' Sihtric whispered as you cleaned his digits, 'don't waste a drop now. That's my good girl,' he smiled, and then pulled you in his arms.

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The Punishment chapter 3

Note: as promised, a smutty follow up to the second, rather angsty, chapter. I really had fun creating this one today, and I hope you'll enjoy reading it!

chapter 1 - chapter 2 

Warnings: 18+!! smut. doms/sub dynamic, light degrading.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f) x Modern!Masema

summary: Months had passed since your failed attempt to take control of your doms, but you took your chance again.

wordcount: 3k

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The bedroom was filled with heavy breaths and the occasional groans and grunts, all sounds coming from your doms, while the curtains were open and the setting sun lit up the room with a cosy orange glow. The chains of handcuffs rattled against the bed's metal frame, accompanied by the sound of a bell that was attached to a collar, and rang with every movement that was made by its wearer.

Masema and Sihtric were both shirtless, left in just their jeans, and their bodies were a sight you could never tire of. Both men were muscular and their skin, covered with a faint layer of sweat, glistened beautifully in the sunlight.

Sihtric's curls on the unshaved side of his head were messy. Your hands had raked through his locks not long ago when you had dry humped him in an attempt to rile him up, and with success. Almost immediately after you lifted your shirt up slightly, to grind your soaking wet panties against him as he sat down on the floor, you felt his cock twitch against your core while it was trapped tightly in his jeans. Your soft dom could only groan as he watched you ride him without full contact, and he was desperate to fuck each of your holes.

Masema's hair was, surprisingly, still fully slicked back and kept in place by his top knot, even though he had been all but calm with you. You had contemplated pulling out his hair tie, as you loved the way his hair fell in his face when things got hot and heavy, but you had decided against it. You just wanted to see his pretty and unscarred face today, and in return Masema would need a clear look at you all the same. And the dangerous look in his mismatched eyes told you he had a clear view all too well while you were grinding down on Sihtric, who was on the opposite side of the bed… handcuffed to the bed's foot while Masema was handcuffed to the other, both seated on the bedroom floor and both wearing a black collar with a little bell attached to it. And if you would ask them how you had managed to overpower them both and chain them up, they would never have an answer for you, because it had all happened so fast.

Sihtric groaned as you sat on his lap again, and he tried to shake off the black fluffy cat ears you had just placed on his head, but you scolded him for the attempt.

'No!' you said with pout, and adjusted the ears, 'I wear them for you, daddy, now you wear them for me.'

Sihtric didn't respond, he merely sighed and just accepted the dress up. You then took the cap off the eyeliner you had stolen from his bathroom drawer, but before you could use the black pencil, Masema's snort from across the bed made you snap your head towards him.

'What's so funny?' you hissed, 'I picked out ears for you too, Sir.'

'And I will not be wearing those,' Masema said, convinced of his own words.

'We'll see,' you smiled, then brought your attention back to Sihtric, who's arousal was still pressing up against you.

You deliberately wiggled your ass while you straddled him, earning a few strangled moans which pleased you just right, and you then took his chin while you brought the eyeliner pencil up to his face.

'I'm already wearing that,' he frowned, confused, but he soon realised the eyeliner was not meant for his eyes.

Sihtric couldn't help but chuckle when he felt how you made three lines on his cheek as you giggled. And because he was so incredibly in love with you, and would honestly allow you to do anything to him, he didn't even attempt to fight it. He watched you with smitten eyes and a soft smile instead, as you drew three whiskers on his other cheek too, and his erection became even more painful as his lust slowly made place for love. And how desperately he wanted to make love to you right now, it was almost unbearable. He was only rudely disturbed from his love bubble when Masema suddenly scoffed and shook his head, while you sat back to look at your art on Sihtric's pretty face.

'You're an embarrassment of a dom, did you know that?' Masema said and side-eyed Sihtric, who glared at Masema in return while wearing the fluffy black ears with a matching collar.

Masema made a face, as he could not take Sihtric seriously by any means right now, and he rolled his eyes at the big push over that his boyfriend was.

'I think you are the cutest cat, daddy,' you smiled at Sihtric and kissed the tip of his nose, 'and I love you.'

'I love you too, princess,' Sihtric smiled proudly and head over heels, and he even felt a slight pout appear on his face when you moved away from him.

You grabbed the fluffy pink cat ears you had picked for your hard dom, and you moved to his side of the bed. Masema loved you deeply and with every fibre of his being, but he was not going to surrender to your shenanigans like Sihtric had done. He vigorously shook his head when you straddled his lap and held up the fluffy ears, and you struggled to take his chin to hold him still. Masema huffed and flared his nostrils once you managed to slip the headband on, but even he wasn't immune to the soft and truly happy giggle you let out when you looked at him.

'Don't even think about it!' he growled when you brought the eyeliner to his face, 'I said don't-'

You silenced him by placing your hand over his mouth, and you grinned as you quickly drew the cat whiskers on his cheeks. To finish it off, you drew a tiny heart on the tip of his nose, much to his disgrace, but to yours and Sihtric's pleasure.

'Sir is such a grumpy cat,' you chuckled as you booped his nose with your finger, 'boop!'

Masema let out a low grunt to your sweet yet mocking touch, and he snapped his head towards Sihtric after he had chuckled at him.

'There's nothing funny about this!' Masema hissed at Sihtric.

'You look cute though,' Sihtric shrugged and winked.

Masema huffed and clenched his jaw in response while his eyes remained fixated on Sihtric, and he then sighed loudly.

'Thanks,' Masema mumbled, 'you look cute too, babe.'

'Awh, thanks,' Sihtric smiled proudly again, and his cheeks coloured a shade of red while the sun had fully set by now.

You took Masema's face and brought his attention back to you.

'I love you, Sir,' you whispered sweetly and pecked his lips.

'Hm,' Masema chuckled softly against your lips, 'I love you too, sweetheart,' he murmured and kissed you with a sudden hunger, his tongue deep in your mouth while your nails nearly dug in his cheeks.

You began to grind against him, enjoying the feeling of his hard and twitching cock through his jeans, just like you had felt with Sihtric, and you relished in the knowledge you had such power over your doms, tied up or not.

Sihtric cleared his throat, 'So, where the hell is my kiss?' he asked with resentment in his voice, 'I only got a kiss on the nose.'

Masema reluctantly broke the sloppy kiss and glared at Sihtric, his eyes telling the soft dom he wasn't pleased with his complaint.

'You're a cute cat,' Masema said with a snappy tone, 'and clearly I'm the hot cat,' he added with a cocky smile.

'You're a mean cat,' Sihtric muttered, his eyes squinted and nose scrunched up to show his bitterness.

'And you're a jealous cat,' Masema retorted, then hissed under his breath, 'a jealous pussy cat.'

'Fuck you, Mas!' Sihtric growled, and he tugged at the handcuffs, rattling the chain around the bed while he bared his teeth at his sudden rival.

'Oh, I'll fuck you!' Masema barked, 'I'll fuck you good, baby boy, just the way you like it. That's all it takes to put you back in your place!'

'Suck my fucking cock!' Sihtric snarled and rolled his eyes.

Masema became quiet, and there was a fire burning in his eyes which you had never seen before, a fire so bright and immensely passionate, it almost scared you. He had never been this worked up before, his cock constantly twitching against your panties while he bickered with your shared boyfriend, who he had been with before you came into their lives. You suddenly got a glimpse into the relationship they had before you, and you never really realised that their dynamic had been the same when they were just the two of them together; Masema a hard dom and a dominant through and through, while Sihtric, the soft dom, could easily and happily switch to a submissive brat.

Masema kept his eyes on Sihtric, who now looked down at the ground.

'Watch your tone, kitten,' Masema commanded, 'and that attitude.'

'Or else?' Sihtric scoffed, his eyes still fixated on the floor.

'Look at me when you speak to me,' Masema said calmly, but his threatening tone was felt in the room, 'and show some respect.'

Sihtric looked up at Masema, with mischief set in his eyes, and he challenged his authority by sitting up straight with his chin up.

'Or else, Sir?' Sihtric dared him, raising his eyebrow playfully.

'Or else,' Masema said firmly, 'I won't suck your cock, darling.'

You swallowed hard while feeling all aroused at the sight of your boyfriends challenging each other, and your need for them became insufferable. But you couldn't give in, you had gotten them to this point and you could not crumble at their feet now, no matter how badly you wanted it. No matter how badly you wanted them. 

After a lingering silence you cleared your throat, drawing their attention back to you.

'No one is going to get fucked,' you said as you pointed towards Sihtric, and then pressed your index finger against Masema's chest, 'and no one's cock will get sucked either! Instead,' you scoffed and got up from his lap, 'the only one who will feel pleasure today, is me.'

You flicked on the lights and grabbed your vibrator, as well as a ballgag and the nipple clamps which had ruined your last dominant experience. You threw the vibrator on the floor, out of reach for both men, and you neared Sihtric first, whose eyes widened as he saw you close in with those nipple clamps.

'N-no,' Sihtric struggled against the bed and rattled the handcuffs, 'no!'

'Don't be silly,' you chuckled, 'the clamps are not for you, I promise.'

Sihtric's eyes were still wide, but he calmed down instantly, knowing he was safe with you and that you would never repeat that mistake again.

'The ballgag however,' you grinned and kneeled down in front of him, 'I don't want to hear you two argue anymore,' you said and pushed the ball in his mouth.

Sihtric said something, but it was muffled and inaudible, and he watched you move away from him with the nipple clamps.

'These,' you smiled and held up the clamps to Masema before you kneeled down, 'are for you, Sir.'

'You know I like those,' Masema furrowed his brow, 'that's not a punishment, sweetheart.'

'I know,' you giggled and placed the first clamp on his sensitive flesh, 'it's not supposed to be a punishment.'

You enjoyed placing the other clamp on his chest while Masema bit back a heavy moan, his eyes slightly dazed and his lower lip drawn between his teeth. Sihtric tried to speak again, and through his muffled mumbles you understood he asked what the punishment was supposed to be, and you gave him a cheeky smile.

'The punishment is,' you said as you sat back in front of them, giving them a clear view while you took off your panties, 'that you both will have to watch how I pleasure myself.'

'You wouldn't dare,' Masema remarked, but his eyes grew as big as Sihtric's when they saw you spreading your legs before them.

Both men glanced at each other, then back at you, and they watched with disbelief in their mismatched eyes how you pressed the buzzing vibrator against your wet folds. You threw your head back at the pleasant and intense sensation you had longed for, and quickly your soft moans became louder, while your doms could only sit and watch you do what they forbid you to. Only they were allowed to touch you, to please you, to make you feel good. That was their job, not yours. 

They both began to breathe heavier, their bare chests rising higher and falling deeper with each moan that escaped your lips. Their arousals were painfully trapped, desperate to be freed from the tight clothes and to be shoved deep inside you to teach you a lesson.

It didn't take long before you reached your high, and you fell back onto the floor with a satisfied grin on your face and tears of pleasure in your eyes. You felt lightheaded, and it took you a minute to compose yourself again and sit back up to face your doms, who then glared at you with a dangerous amount of lust, rage and love in their eyes.

'What's the matter?' you giggled, cheeks still flushed, 'are you both jealous cats now?'

Sihtric just shook his head disapprovingly, while Masema's nose twitched with a passionate rage, like that of a wolf who can't wait to jump his prey, and you knew that once you would unchain him, you'd be in trouble. Fortunately, you never had to unchain him. But unfortunately, that was because Masema had suddenly managed to slip one hand out of the handcuffs, and he immediately freed himself. He took off the nipple clamps with a grunt, then jumped up and rushed towards you.

You gasped at the realisation and also jumped up, but it was already too late. Masema grabbed your arm and gave you a yank, then threw you on the bed and wasted no time climbing on top of you, and he grabbed your throat.

'You think that was funny?' Masema hissed, 'you think that was cute, sweetheart?'

'S-s-sorry, Sir,' you stammered, cheeks still flushed and eyes wide while your dom towered over you.

'Oh,' he scoffed, 'now you're sorry, huh?'

Sihtric suddenly rattled his handcuffs, still tied up, and he mumbled something while the ballgag again muffled his speech. Masema looked over at Sihtric, and then back at you.

'Stay,' he ordered.

'Yes, Sir,' you whispered obediently, but Masema kept his eyes on you while he slowly moved away to Sihtric to unchain him, not trusting your behaviour anymore.

'Yeah, fine,' Sihtric muttered, 'thanks.'

Masema removed the ballgag and took Sihtric's face.

'You good?' he asked softly, with genuine love and concern, and he quickly removed the cat ears they were both still wearing.

Masema winked and pecked his lips, to which Sihtric let out a soft, smitten chuckle. Then both men turned to you, and you crawled further up the bed until you were trapped, your back pressed up against the headboard.

'What to do with our princess now?' Masema sighed.

'I have an idea,' Sihtric said with a devilish smirk, and he took the handcuffs you had used on them, as well as an extra set.

And as if Masema could read Sihtric's mind, he helped by holding your legs down without saying a word, and Sihtric cuffed your ankles to the bed. He then moved up to join you on the bed, and took your hands to press soft kisses to them.

'You knew you would never get away with this, princess,' Sihtric cooed and kissed your cheek, then handcuffed your wrists to the headboard.

And there you were, wearing an oversized shirt which belonged to your doms, your legs spread and tied down, being fully exposed for their viewing pleasure only. You struggled against your restraints when Masema grabbed your vibrator off the floor and threw it on the bed, where he joined you and Sihtric with a menacing smile.

'What-' you gasped at both men, as mild panic and excitement rushed through your body, and your breath hitched in your throat when your boyfriends suddenly grabbed each other's collar to pull one closer, and kissed each other deeply and sloppily right above you.

You moaned at the sight, desperately trying to find any friction between your thighs to give a sense of relief, but it was hopeless. You could only watch, as tears welled up in your eyes, how your doms touched each other up while they made out. Masema raked his fingers through Sihtric's hair, grabbing a fistful of his dark curls, and he tugged his hair firmly to pull his head back, exposing his neck. He then brought his lips to Sihtric's neck, who in return moaned and hissed at the open mouthed kisses and love bites Masema left on his skin, while his tattooed fingers squeezed Masema's toned biceps. And you whined, until finally you managed to earn their attention again as you begged them to let you join.

'You wanted to cum for us so badly, right, princess?' Sihtric smirked, his lips coated with Masema's saliva.

'You're in luck, sweetheart,' Masema purred at you, and he unbuckled Sihtric's belt slowly, 'because you're gonna cum for us, again and again.'

'And again,' Sihtric added with a smug face as he looked at you, his hands seductively moving up Masema's thighs, 'just like you wanted, princess.'

'And to make sure you don't whine too much,' Masema chuckled and suddenly pressed the buzzing vibrator to your clit, 'and to make you cum for us like a good girl,' he continued while Sihtric unzipped his jeans and finally freed his hard, leaking cock, 'we'll take turns fucking your mouth, until your lips are swollen and you can't even remember your own name anymore, only ours.'

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Eve

Summary: Title inspired by Eve by Precious Pepala, and I did take a little inspiration from the movie The Devil All The Time. It’s a short one and a song fic, so enjoy.

Pairing: Masema Dagar x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: manipulation (its Masema), implied smut, religious themes

Word Count: 1621

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Wheel of Time nor do I own any of the images used.

Dividers by @arcielee

Lock me up and throw away the key

'Cause there’s something wrong with me

Something inside you told you this was wrong, but he treated you so well that you didn’t realize until it was too late. Not that you’d want to leave, because you did love him. At least, that’s what you’d tell yourself when the old you, the independent you, made her appearance inside your own mind. That version of you still lived within your soul and she wanted out, or did she?

Throw me in a padded cell

Feel like I'm falling from heaven to hell

You met Masema on a perfect day, the sun filtering through the trees on your hike on a small stretch of the Appalachian Trail. You were so caught up in the sounds and beauty of nature that you hadn’t been paying attention to where you were going when you ran into the most handsome stranger you’d ever seen. His duo colored eyes caught you off guard, his strong hands wrapped around your arms to keep you from falling over. He smiled and you knew you were a goner, introducing yourself with a silly grin and apologizing for nearly sending you both off the path. He simply laughed that it wasn’t a big deal, but that you could make it up to him with a dinner date. You should’ve said no and walked away, but his eyes had ensnared you and you were lost.

Found the apple of my eye

And I want to take a bite

Whirlwind romance would be an understatement to describe the relationship you found yourself in. From the moment you met, Masema constantly swept you off your feet and you were on cloud nine with him. He was charming, charismatic and oh, so romantic. He opened doors for you, always held your hand whenever you crossed the street and lavished you with attention and gifts all the time. All flowers and honeyed words, you couldn’t see that it was textbook lovebombing. Maybe if you had seen the red flags then, you would have run away but you know that would be a lie.

Maybe you can call me Eve

Standing here under the forbidden tree

His kiss was all-consuming, the way he devoured you and all rational thought from your mind. His touch was hot and demanding, causing your head to spin whenever he so much as brushed your cheek with his fingers. You didn’t realize you had started pulling away from your friends, too caught up in Masema and the way he made you feel so damn good. They tried staging an intervention at one point, but Masema had convinced you that they were trying to pull you apart. That he loved you and he would never hurt you, and heaven help you because you believed him without question.

Father, forgive me for I have sinned

This love isn't holy, but I’m too far in

Despite having been together for weeks now, you and Masema hadn’t been intimate once. There were plenty of times you both got close, but he always pulled away, claiming he was waiting until marriage for such things. You respected his wishes, even if you wanted nothing more than to lose yourself in the carnal pleasures he would bring about within you. Instead, you contented yourself to heated make out sessions and just dealing with your own pleasure when you were alone. Not that you could do that often, since Masema rarely left you alone for extended periods of time.

Father, forgive me

'cause I don't know if I can change

You hadn’t been particularly religious before, but that all changed with Masema. He was heavily involved in his faith and the church, spending every Sunday at the church. You were skeptical in the beginning, the first real sign of resistance on your part but Masema’s silver tongue convinced you to go just once and try it. If you had been a stronger woman, you wouldn’t have caved so easily to his sweet face. You would have seen his smile for what it was, the kind hiding a forked tongue and fangs. But you weren’t and you went with him, sitting in the front pew as you listened to him passionately give a sermon. After that day, you never missed on of his services, always thrilled to hear him speak and really connect with the congregation.

This hurts me like hell

Feel like the angel who fell, fell for the devil

Masema proposed after only six months of nearly non-stop dating, the day he asked the question one of the happiest days of your life. He took you out to your favorite restaurant, wining and dining you and treating you like his most cherished possession. After dinner, he took you back to the place you both met before the sun set, his hand in yours as you both made your way along the path. Lanterns lit the little area he had set up, your favorite dessert in the picnic basket he brought and roses waiting on a blanket just off the trail a little ways. The whole thing was beyond romantic and never had you been with someone so considerate as him. Naturally you said yes when he asked, being swept up in one of his passionate kisses and feeling euphoric from the high only he provided.

God only knows what mother would say

If I brought the devil to dinner one day

Planning for your wedding started pretty much immediately since you were desperate to finally be with him and you set a date for only a few months later. However, you realized only after the planning process began did you realize you hadn’t introduced him to your parents. So, a few days later you were at your parents house having dinner when you told them the joyous news. You thought they’d be excited, but you were wrong. They tried talking to you alone, but Masema refused to leave your side, claiming that whatever needed to be spoken should happen in front of both of you. Your mom tried convincing you that this wasn’t like you and your dad outright told you that Masema wasn’t a good man. You weren’t hearing it and promptly left, unaware that would be the last time you’d see your parents.

She'd pray for deliverance

She'd pray for his grace

Even without all your friends and family, your wedding was a lovely affair. The whole church was in attendance as you walked down the aisle to pledge the rest of your life to the one who held your entire being in his hand. The ceremony was done in the chapel and the reception in the basement of the church, which meant no alcohol was involved. Not that you cared, Masema spun you around the makeshift dance area on the dingy blue carpet and that was a greater feeling than being inebriated. That night when you two made it to the hotel for your honeymoon, you both practically ripped each others clothes off and went at it like wild animals. After a year of heated touches and teasing, he finally gave in to your desires and had you on every surface of that room. If you had thought he had his hooks in you before, they only dug in deeper when you felt him inside you for the first time as be brought you pleasure no other ever had before.

'Cause I'm not the angel they want me to be

After your wedding, Masema convinced you to move somewhere new and start fresh when he was offered a position to be a pastor in a small church in the middle of nowhere. You agreed and soon you two were living in an old Victorian era farmhouse in some small mountain town. The chipped white paint on the exterior and wrap-around front porch were your favorite features, but due to how remote you were, you had to give up more than a few luxuries. You loved it, even if you didn’t have all the modern conveniences of your old apartment, like central heat and air or even high speed internet. Even though you you missed your hometown and being social, you had Masema and that was all you needed now.

Father, forgive me

'cause I don't think I wanna change

Because of your shared beliefs, you didn’t believe in contraception and thus, it wasn’t long before you ended up pregnant with the first of many. You were both thrilled, having wanted to start a family and raise them up properly with your religious beliefs. If you spent any time at all alone with your thoughts, you would have remembered that you didn’t want to end up a barefoot and pregnant housewife. But you never did, constantly chasing after small children or doing work for the church, seeing as you were the pastor’s wife and busy teaching impressionable young girls what their role would be in this life.

This hurts me like heaven

Feel like the angel who fell

Many years later, you still lived in blissful ignorance with Masema and your children. You didn’t know about how he had driven away your exes, or how he been deliberate with his actions as he manipulated you and molded you into his perfect little love. Whenever you’d start to resist him and his ideas, he simply showered you in more gifts and attention, making you forget all about whatever rebellious thoughts had rattled around your mind. You never could break free of his grasp, but you realized that you really didn’t want too. After all, you were in love with the devil and he loved you too.

Fell for the devil

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#masema #masema x reader #masema dagar #modern!masema

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May or may not have a tiny Masema smut fic that is just a drabble really and I'm nervous to release it because it's not... it's not Sihtric and it feels weird??

#i gotta hop over the treshold at some point 😭 #it's just a name #and idk which gremlin said it #but someone called him “evil Sihtric” #and i felt that

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Who to do my Venom Perfume Smut on...

[foxyanon]

Foxy’s Fanfiction

As I mentioned before, I write for Sihtric Kjartansson and Masema Dagar. The main pairings will either be for a reader or one of my OCS, all four are listed below. While I will write both canon and modern era, I will not write incest/stepcest or any extremely dark topics (like rape). I will have trigger warnings labeled, so please read at your own discretion.

I will eventually open my requests, but for now they will remain closed until I complete my current WIPs.

🌹=Fluff, 🥀=Angst, 💦=Smut, 🌕=Sexual Themes, 🌑=Dark Themes, 🩸=Blood/Gore

Dividers and header by the lovely @zaldritzosrose, please do not take and use!

Corvina

X Sihtric Kjartansson

-The Vampiress and The Dane: Part 1, Part 2 💦🌕🩸

-My Forever: Vampire!Sihtric (WIP)

X Masema Dagar

-Foresaken One (WIP)

Aesira

X Sihtric Kjartansson

-A Clever Fox (WIP)

-The Beast of Coocham: Werewolf!Sihtric (WIP)

X Masema Dagar

-Nothing yet…

Rhaenerys Targaryen

X Sihtric Kjartansson

-To Love A Dragon: Part 1

-Dōna Tala (WIP)

-The Last War: SKMD!Sihtric (WIP)

X Masema Dagar

-Worship 🌕🌑🩸

Tisevia Riassa eap Eirvath

X Sihtric Kjartansson

-Vizima’s Wraith: Witcher!Sihtric (WIP)

X Masema Dagar

-Nothing yet…

Reader

Multiple Pairings

-Making It Up To You: Modern!Masema x Reader x Modern!Sihtric (WIP)

X Sihtric Kjartansson

-Hot Summer Nights: Modern!Sihtric (WIP)

-Convincingly Human: canon!Sihtric X dragon shifter!reader: Part 1, Part 2

-Widows of Normandy: Modern!Sihtric songfic (WIP)

X Masema Dagar

-Eve: Modern!Masema 🌕🌑

-Zahkriisos: Cultist!Masema x Dragonborn!Reader🩸

Series

-To Make A Legend: Guinevere!Sihtric x Arthur!Reader, Camelot AU (WIP)

-No Longer A Myth: Canon!Sihtric x Arthur!Reader, Resurrection AU (WIP)

-To End A War: HoTD/TLK Crossover, ATLA AU Hiatus

#fic masterlist #foxys fics

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Alright, Yous asked for this - PART ONE

Here is the full list of all my active WIPs:

Warning: My WIPs will occationally feature RPF / RPS or incest/crackships

Priest Masema Longfic - God's Wonders Pagan!Reader x Priest!Masema. Masema goes to great lengths to convince Reader of his faith, but also does everything God has forbidden. Turns a bit culty and toxic. Masema is basically touch/love starved and eats up every morsel Reader gives him.

Ray Merrimen Fic Probably gona be three or so chapters, about Reader having been in love with Ray for her entire conscious life, being on and off with him, reminiscing and eventually having his baby.

Two Plus Two For my GF, it's smutty, it is Gerry Butler and Pablo Schreiber and the two of us. Nothing to see here, move on.

New Years Resolutions - DJ Sihtric New Years smut, Sihtric having you in the DJ booth at the NYE party.

Everything is a Fight with Me Jay Kulina Smut, mommy kink, dom!reader.

By The Grace Gods - American Gods Fix It Fic Lame self insert, bc I don't want Sweeney to have died. Chapter One; I meet and shack up with a certain well beloved Leprechaun.

Cassa Nova's Silver Lining - Chapter 3 Chapter Three of my Napoleon Solo Arranged Marriage fic. You are still on the fence about Leon, but have a wedding to prep for.

Bodyguard Sihtric - Only You - Longfic Sihtric is your bodyguard and you really want to make him fuck you. Odd Dom-Sub dynamic and a lot of tension.

At Your Altar - Modern Cultist Unhinged Toxic Masema Longfic Reader is a trust fu baby, Masema a personal trainer. Masema is convinced reader is a Goddess reincarnated and goes full unhinged.

Puppy Boy - Animal Shelter Sihtric Long Fic Second Chapter of my needy subby slow burn autistic cutie pie Sihtric fic. Sihtric is falling in love with you and will use every excuse to see you. He is being disgusting about you and Finan gets a bit fed up with it.

Free Use - Sub Sihtric Does what it says on the tin, Sihtric being free use to reader.

I can handle you. Nyneave and Lan engage in some rough bedroom activities.

Free Use - Lukas Nowak Reader being free use to Lukas

Heir!Sihtric Arranged marriage-ish. Heir!Sihtric and reader get too know each other the quick way.

Between Them [Finan x Sihtric x Reader] Bard!Reader gets a bit more than she bargained for when she finds herself between a Dane and an Irishamn.

Werewolf!Sihtric - Do I have to teach you? Alpha!Werewolf!Reader x Newly Bitten Wolfie!Sihtric. Puppy boy has no idea what he is doing and is looking for a place to belong, which you gladly provide him with.

Caught In The Middle Sihtric x Reader x Masema. You just can't seem to tear yourself away from Masema, even though he is a toxic asshole. But then you meet Sihtric and nothing else seems to matter.

Undercover Life - Masema During the time in Falme, Masema poses as a Soldier, coming home to you.

Two Versions of Showersex Two for one smut, one with subby Sihtric and one with dommy Sihtric.

Tied Up Brat - Sihtric Some bondage with Sihtirc being bratty.

Doggy Style - Masema Does what it says on the tin, Masema fucking you Doggy.

Riding Masema Doing it cowgirl with Masema

Missionary - Masema Well duh...

DJ Sihtric Longfic - Ch 2 Sihtric takes you out on a date and things end up in your bed.

Sweetheart Prompt #12 Secret little nugget featuring the one and only Mr F.

A Language I Don't Speak [Credence x Aberforth] Credence has no idea how to recieve love and Aberforth sorta forgot how to give it. Fuck ups ensue. TW: Incest

Dojo Owner Masema A modern verse Masema having reader on the work out matt.

Marked - Cain El-Adam Some SCP 073 smut I have no true aim with yet.

Taunting Sihtric "You get so horny, it's cute." With Sihtric.

Taunting Finan "You get so horny, it's cute." With Finan.

Taunting Osferth "You get so horny, it's cute." With Osferth

Taunting Uhtred "You get so horny, it's cute." With Uhred.

Blind for me - Bassist Sihtric You are set up on a blind date with Bassist!Sihtric and it goes a little too well.

Some Voyeurism, Bc I am evil Some post partum sexy time with Mr F, bc I do this for me.

Lordly [Lord!Sihtric] Sihtric as Lord of Dunholm, hoping to find a new wife in reader. No true plot, just smut.

This is the honeymoon [Modern!Sihtric] Honeymoon night smut

Race Me [Underground Racer!Sihtric] Underground racer Sihtric picks up reader after she is harassed by members of a rivalling 'team' and takes her home for some extra curiculars.

Home at last [Soldier!Sihtric] Your husband is home from war and he is here to fuck you.

Pitter Patter Paws [Animal Shelter Sihtric] More subby desperate animal shelter Sihtric BS, just a smut this time.

Flashing Light [Model!Sihtric] Model Sihtric hooking up with photographer reader.

Marching a Band [Bebban Boys Poly Shit] Poly Band!Pretty Boys x Manager Reader, pure smut.

Drinks on me [Bartender Sihtric] Bartender Sihtric x Waitress reader, smut af!

Baby It's Cold Outside [Jotun!Sihtric] Jotun!Sihtric smut I have no aim with yet.

Make it up to me [Cagefighter Sihtric] Requested make up sex with Cagefighter Sihtric.

Dance with the Devil [Demon!Sihtric] Reader comes home to roomies summoning a demon, Sihtric, who ends up fucking reader rather than roomies, as intended.

Slipping Off The Racetracks [Motor Racer!Sihtric] Smut without plot about reader and Motor Racer!Sihtric

Bad Wrong Vampire Sihtric Just vampire Sihtric being bad wrong for reader, with smut as the main course

Rebounding [Modern!Sihtric] He got he arse dumped and comes back to you.

THEY WERE ROOMMATES [Cagefighter!Sihtric] OH MY GODS THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Lawless [Police!Sihtric] Police!Sihtric x Witness!Reader doing things they were not supposed to do.

All Mine [Dom Modern!Sihtric] Smutty smut with dom Sihtric

Bend for Me [Gym Instructor!Sihtric] Sex as a work out, plain ol' smut.

Lace and Leather [BDSM Club!Sihtric] Switch Sihtric helps readr explore what she likes

Bound to You [Tatted Pierced Collared Modern!Sihtric] Veyr subby Sihtric smut.

More of Your Magic [Hunter Sihtric] Basically SPN AU smut

Wana be a Step Dad [Modern!Sihtric] Single Mom!Reader gets too close too quickly with Modern!Sihtric.

Flintwood - Not At All Marcus Flint x Oliver Wood, post war smut

Pop That Melon! Arnas F Arnas popping a melon with his thighs and reader cleaning him up.

Modern! Omega! Sihtric! - I Need a Hero Omega Sihtric is desperate for a mate and reader is just the right Alpha for the job.

Shadows and Storms on the Horizon SCP longfic abt me and my gf

#This is probably going to have to be a three part post fam #here is the first 60

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Was Tagged by @lord-aldhelm

How many works do you have on AO3?

Lost count, all old stuff. I haven't been on AO3 in years except to read 'Kept' and 'Finan's Choice...'

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

NA

3. What fandoms do you write for?

A lot, haha. The Last Kingdom most as of late. Arnas Fedaravicius/Alexander Skarsgard/Chris Evan/Cillian Murphy/Gijs Blom/Henry Cavill/Gustaf Skarsgard/Jonathan Tucker/Oscar Isaac/Pablo Schreiber/Tom Hardy/Tom Hiddleston American Gods/A Song of Ice and Fire/The Boys/Dune/Hellboy/The Last Kingdom/Marvel/Once Upon A Time/Star Wars/Stranger Things/Supernatural/Teen Wolf/Tolkien/True Blood/Twilight Saga/Vikings/The Witcher/Wizarding World/Wheel of Time

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

NA

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, especially to those that comment more often/give me constructive featback

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None. I am so bad at angst, haha

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I have yet to end anything haha.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No real hate, but I previously had a few rather ... demanding comments.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Y E S All of teh smut!!!!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Actively doing so. Masema and Sihtric meet with reader in the middle, full spit roast.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of. Although I really doubt anyone would bother with mine tbh.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not taht I know of.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not yet!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Finan x Sihtric. They will always be my weakness.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

The Napoleon Solo fic about an arranged marriage to the handsomes spy in the world.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I am told I know how to pack a lot of feeling in a limited amount of words.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

FINISHING SHIT. I am the draft dragon and hoarder of unfinished BS.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Eh, kinda indifferent about it. Must be done with more than just google translate, or as a throw away line.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Cinema Bizarre... I think...

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

The Prophet (August Walker)

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