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[viking-chaos]

I know it's not masema monday, but then again, how can I resist.

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[whitedarkmoonflower]

Masterlist The Last Kingdom - Sihtric

Sihtric x female!reader (canon)

Saved Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 SMUT 18+ – Reader is Uhtred’s sister and a skilled healer. She travels with her brother’s men and after the unsuccessful attempt on Uhtred’s life gets curious about the young prisoner, the sole Dane from the group of assailants that is left alive

Lost – Fic request: After Rumcowa is attacked Sihtric searches for his family not knowing what has happened to them.

Prisoner Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 SMUT 18+ – Sihtric and Finan are sent to spy on Bebbanburg, but Sihtric gets distracted by an attractive widow and lands up caught and secured by the guards with no chances of escape.

Kidnapped Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 – Fic request: Sihtric's wife is being taken by Hestan and she gives birth to twins while she is with them. Then Hestan sees Uthred and threatens that he has Sihtrics family, but of course, Sihtric gets his family back.

Princess Part 1 SMUT 18+ – Fic request: could you write something about Sihtric rescuing a princess (Alfred's daughter) and they both falling in love for each other despite the princess is about to marry somebody else.

Good wife Part 2 SMUT 18+ – Five years later Princess returns to Winchester just to discover Sihtric hasn't kept his promise.

Freedom SMUT 18+ – Reader is a childhood friend of Sihtric, whom he liberates from the slavery after the fall of Dunholm. The life has not been easy on her since Sihtric left. It's a heavy and dark fic, mentioning mental illness, violence and attempted suicide.

Braiding hair – Fic request: Can I request a sihtric x reader fic where she doesn’t know how to braid, so sihtric teaches her. and when she’s good enough he lets her braid his hair for battle saying it would bring him luck

Grief – Fic request: can i ask for husband! Sihtric comforting his wife!reader after losing her best friend. and she obviously suffers from grief. she just wants to be held and told it’s okay to grieve and there’s no shame in hiding it

Sickness Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 – Fic request: Season four Sihtric, when the group are passing through the fields during that plague and the river. Reader is the lover of Sihtric and is sick. (..) The reader and Sihtric have what they think are their last moments before she is kidnapped along with Stiorra, Aelswith and Aethelstan...

The Witch Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 – Fic request: I was hoping you could write a one shot of Sihtric x Fem reader. Where the fem is like a healer very similar to Iseult in season 1. But this time reader is patching up our boy Sihtric. The reader is extremally worried for Sihtric.

Feeling you Part 1 SMUT, 18+, Part 2, Part 3 SMUT, 18+ – You thought you had left your days as an alehouse whore behind you until a handsome, young Dane crossed your path.

Bebbanburg – Fic request: (..) Sihtric ffc that takes place when they are trying to get Bebbanburg back and they take him and Finan and chain them. While they are chained, Sihtric notices a girl also being chained in a corner and after the battle he rescues her

You are good SMUT, 18+ – You don't trust Sihtric, but when you start seeing him the way he really is, you just want to be a part of his world

Traitor SMUT 18+ – you thought you had been prepared for everything as you were sent to spy on Uhtred, until the moment you met a certain Danish warrior

The promise - for his own good you wrung a promise from Sihtric that left your both hearts bleeding

Caged bird SMUT 18+ – It had been only a week since the handsome Dane, strength and danger emanating from his every pore, had evaded your secluded life, turning it upside down in the blink of an eye. 

Yield to me SMUT 18+ – Fic request: you and Sihtric are sent to Bloodhair's camp to spy, and apparently there is more to discover than the secret plans of the Danes

Little Seer SMUT 18+ (Sihtric x reader x Finan) – as if being Skade's sister wasn't challenge enough, reader is faced with an impossible choice between two warriors, competing over her heart

Sihtric x female!reader (modern)

Reunited Part 1, Part 2 (ongoing) – Fic request: I'd like to request a modern!Sihtric x reader where they are reunited after a long time apart. // It was supposed to be a short two week trip that turned into five long years apart, just because your best friend couldn't keep her mouth shut.

Strangers on the train SMUT 18+ – Fic request: I can imagine Sihtric and reader meeting by chance on a train. It could get fluffy and even hot and smutty.

Library romance – Fic request: May I request a modern Sihtric fic (nothing serious just some fluff) where Sihtric and reader are best friends and madly in love with each other, but afraid of confessing their feelings.

Date Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 – Fic request: I would like to request a full on fluffy modern!Sihtric fic, where he's desperately in love with reader and he takes her on their first date, and does everything he can to impress her

Until the death us parts (Assassin!Sihtric x Templar!reader) SMUT 18+ – Spying on Sihtric is one thing, but when the reader receives the order to eliminate the target, things get complicated.

Two broken pieces (sub!Sihtric x dom!reader) SMUT 18+ – plot? never heard of it, pure smut with some minor good old pole-dancer/whore meeting a successful businessman background story

Sihtric x OC

Captive (Sihtric x OC) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 – Sihtric is sent to Heasten’s camp to spy and discovers the Danes have a captive – young Saxon girl he just can’t leave to her fate.

The Wheel of Time - Masema

Masema x female!reader

Supper SMUT 18+ – Serving supper to a prophet. There is no plot, just pure SMUT 18+

Power SMUT 18+ – all your life you've been on the run, hiding the power within you, until you meet a warrior brave enough to claim you despite the trouble you are bringing

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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

Masterlist

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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[fedaraviciius]

ARNAS FEDARAVICIUS as Masema Dagar The Wheel of Time 2.02 "Strangers and Friends"

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[synintheraven]

Masema, my beloved <3

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[foxyanon]

Worship

SURPRISE SHAWTY! This little idea took root and I had to get it out. Didn’t think I’d write for Masema, but here we are. I typed this up in my phone and half assed reread it. It’s officially 3am where I am and now, I can rest.

Summary: How far would you go for your obsession?

Pairing: Masema Dagar X Rhaenerys Targaryen

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Word Count: 3230

TW: mentions of death, blood, murder, slightly manipulative Rhaenerys (she’s Maegor’s daughter, that’s all the warning you are getting), no beta, we die like Maegor

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Wheel of Time or A Song of Ice and Fire nor do I own any of the images used.

Dividers made by @arcielee 💙

He didn’t know what happened for him to land here. One minute he was fighting Seanchan soldiers at Falme, the next a portal opened around him and everyone within a 20 foot radius while Rand was busy fighting Ishmael. He vaguely recalls being pulled through the swirling vortex before landing harshly in a grass field, the salty smell of sea air filling his nostrils. While he worked to regain his bearings, he noticed multiple Seanchan soldiers fell through with him, alongside his own comrades. There was a pause between everyone involved before they started fighting again. He brought his blade up just in time to block an attack before the sound of thunder rolled across the field. He would’ve ignored it, if it hadn’t been followed by a deafening screeching roar. He looked up just in time to see a large black and purple dragon fly overhead, circling the field for a place to land.

Just as the beast landed roughly, shaking the ground and throwing several people off balance, Masema caught sight of something that would be burned in his mind for the rest of his days. There, in the saddle of this magnificent creature, was a woman. She hopped down out of the saddle, her very presence commanding the attention of the battling warriors. She unsheathed her own sword, the blade looking as though it were made for her and her alone.

“I command you to lay down your weapons or face your end by dragonfire!” Her voice rang out, clear and commanding, as she approached those assembled.

A few dropped their weapons, but Masema laid his sword down and dropped to his knees, some powerful feeling within him telling him to obey her. The closer she got, the more he could make out her unique features and he was taken by her beauty. Her long silver-white hair was pulled back into elaborate battle braids and her eyes…Creator help him, her eyes were the prettiest shade of purple he’d ever seen. She looked out over the soldiers assembled and snarled, the dragon perched behind her roaring loudly, a reminder to do as she said or else. Everyone suddenly dropped their swords and threw their hands up, probably hoping for mercy. The mysterious woman sauntered through the crowd, the blade in her hand glinting dangerously in the light of the midday sun. When she stopped in front of Masema, his heart nearly stopped. She placed the flat of her blade under his chin, tilting his head up and staring into his eyes with an intensity he became addicted to instantly.

“You were the first to kneel in my presence, so I shall speak with you and you alone. Who are you and where have you come from?” Her voice softened, but was no less as commanding as before and he was hooked.

He answered her without hesitation, telling her who they were and briefly explaining the strange situation. She tilted her head to the side, an enchanting smile gracing her lips as she pulled the blade away from his neck.

“A pleasure to meet you, Masema.” The way she said his name caused his mouth to run dry and his heart to race. “My name is Rhaenerys Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne.”

He bowed his head in submission, feeling an intense feeling of obeisance spreading through him. When he looked back up at her, she had sheathed her blade and gestured for him to stand. He did so willingly, following behind her as she separated the Shienaran forces from the Seanchan. The threat of her dragon kept everyone in line, none daring to challenge the Princess. Once everyone had been separated, she faced the Seanchan men and gave them a sadistic grin.

“My new friend here has told me you are the enemy, so I shall treat you as such. Make peace with your deity, you shall meet them shortly,” she said in plainly, staring at the scared faces of the Seanchan soldiers.

Dracarys.

With just one word she had uttered and the soldiers Masema had been fighting were engulfed in flames as her dragon responded to her decree. He looked back at the Princess and swore right then and there that he was in the presence of a goddess amongst mortal kind and he would serve her faithfully until the end of his days.

Several months had passed since his arrival on what he learned was the island of Dragonstone, the primary home of his beloved princess. He and the rest of his companions had been added to her household guard, and while some had wished to return to their world, he and many others wished to stay. He worked tirelessly to prove himself loyal and faithful to her, acting on her orders without a thought. Anyone he came in contact with, he spoke nothing but praises of her and her deeds, feeling proud to be of service to one so divine. He was naturally a charismatic man, so it took no time at all for him to secure a steady following that joyfully supported Rhaenerys’s claim to the throne.

He had met her father and mother, King Maegor and Queen Elvira, as well as her grandmother, Dowager Queen Visenya. While his loyalties were with Rhaenerys first and foremost, he would do as they commanded since she regarded them highly. He had heard the rumors of the King's cruelty, but he never believed them. In his mind, those who were dealt with harshly often deserved it and he had no qualms doing the dirty work of taking care of the problem. It didn’t take long for him to move up in the ranks, quickly becoming House Targaryens most loyal servant and deadliest warrior. He prided himself on his skills, feeling beyond grateful for the recognition he was shown, especially when his Princess praised him for his deeds. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to see that radiant smile on her face, even if she asked him to eliminate a threat to her future reign. To him, nothing was too great an ask that he wouldn’t do willingly and with a smile on his face.

His hands may have brought about the death of lords and commoners alike, anyone who wouldn’t support her claim for whatever reason, but he didn’t care. Their blood may have been on his hands, but his actions kept hers clean and pure, just as she was meant to be. It was his duty, no his honor, to carry out her orders. Wherever she went, he was sure to follow like her shadow. Whenever she held court at Dragonstone, he was there at the foot of the dais. She was the judge and jury, he was her executioner. Some of his fellow Shienarans tried talking to him, saying he was acting like a fanatic about her and that she was just as cruel as her father. He snapped back that they didn’t understand, that this was what he was meant to do and that she was a perfect princess, that they couldn’t possibly understand what that meant and how dare they speak such treason about the woman who saved them.

That night he reported what they had said to Rhaenerys, on his knees at her feet as she sat in her rooms. He felt like a failure, his own people betraying the woman who gave his life meaning. After he spoke, he couldn’t look her in the eye for fear of seeing anger in her mesmerizing eyes.

Instead, he felt her soft fingers against his chin, gently tilting his head up as she gave him a soft smile. Her thumb gently brushed across his lower lip, his breath catching as she leaned forward and whispered softly.

“You have not failed me, Masema. They have simply lost their way. Speak with them, lead them back to the path of righteousness and let them see the error of their ways. If they refuse, you know what must be done,” her soothing voice squashed his doubts and he nodded vigorously.

“As you wish, Princess,” he responded breathlessly, quickly standing and bowing deeply before leaving to speak some sense into his friends.

When dawn came, several had changed their minds. Masema was very convincing, but not enough to convince all of them. Those who refused to follow Rhaenerys met their demise by his hand. He delivered their heads to her, laying them at her feet as she broke her fast. His hands and face were still covered in blood, leaving imprints on the floor as he bowed deeply before her, his forehead and palms pressed against the cold stone.

“You have served me well, Masema, removing potential weak links from my guard. Now, I must ask another favor of you,” Rhaenerys spoke in her usual enchanting voice, impressed by his devotion to her. The sight of the decapitated heads and blood bothered her none, her gaze trained on Masema.

Masema looked up at her with barely contained enthusiasm, eager to please her again and hear praises for his deeds fall from her soft lips. “I am yours to command, Princess.”

“The time for me to marry has come. I need you to spy on the potential suitors as they come to Dragonstone. Learn everything about them and report back to me with the one you think would best serve me as consort,” she told him, reaching out and gently cupping his bloodstained cheek. Masema leaned into her touch, her exotic scent invading his senses and reaffirming his devotion to her. “You have proven to be the most loyal and faithful to me and my House. Only you can do this task for me, Masema.”

His heart swelled with adoration and pride, the knowledge that she trusted him above all others making him feel lightheaded. He kissed the back of her hand, swearing to fulfill her wishes before leaving her chambers.

None of them. Absolutely none of those weak willed, pompous fools are worthy of being in her presence, let alone marrying her. The Lannister boy was too self centered and focused on his own House, rather than expanding the greatness that is the House of the Dragon. He had no real qualms about the Stark lordling, but the stoic Northerner wasn’t interested in the affairs of the Iron Throne and that just won’t do for his princess. The Baratheon brat might’ve been a contender, but his wandering eyes and hands knocked him off the list. Princess Rhaenerys deserved someone who would be devoted to her and only her, someone who wanted to ensure the survival of House Targaryen above all else. Someone like him.

As he stood there reporting his findings to Rhaenerys in the chamber of the painted table, he felt rage at the lack of options for his sweet princess. She walked slowly around the lit map table, her grandmother sitting at the head of the table as the women listened to his report.

“None of them are suitable for potential consorts, Princess. They are either more concerned with their own Houses legacies or they care more about their own personal interests than yours. They are barely fit to lead their own Houses, let alone have the privilege of being your consort,” he ground out, his anger boiling over before he remembered where he was. Masema cleared his throat and looked at the ground, embarrassed by his outburst. “Forgive me, I should not have let my emotions get the better of me. I will do better in the future.”

“No need, Masema. Your honesty is refreshing and much appreciated on this matter. Knowing you care so much about the future of this House is a good quality, one that should be rewarded,” the Dowager Queen spoke, her voice wizened but still just as assertive. “There will be more that arrive in the coming weeks. Continue your work, there is bound to be someone amongst the nobility that will suit our needs.”

Masema bowed deeply, casting a quick glance to Princess Rhaenerys before departing the chamber and slipping into the shadows again. He was thrilled to serve at her leisure, but he felt a bit of envy towards the man she might marry. None of them deserved her, she was far too heavenly for the likes of those fools. She needed someone who would worship her as he did, but none came even close.

Many weeks went by and all hell broke loose. During another suitor's visit, Queen Visenya passed away in her sleep. Rhaenerys was heartbroken, her cries burned into Masema’s mind as she sobbed in his arms, not allowing anyone else near her when she was so vulnerable. Not even a fortnight later, during a visit to King's Landing, was Maegor impaled on the Iron Throne by his consort, Elinor Costayne, in front of numerous witnesses that included Rhaenerys and Masema. That very same day, Prince Jaehaerys returned to the Red Keep and attempted to usurp Rhaenerys of her birthright. The massacre that happened after would be written about as a dark day for Westeros. Many had flocked to Jaehaerys and supported his claim, but more had followed Princess Rhaenerys thanks to the silver tongue of Masema and the months of traveling he had done in his early days, garnering the support of the smallfolk and even many of the smaller Houses.

At the end of the slaughter of King’s Landing, Rhaenerys stood in the throne room and was crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. The army of Jaehaerys met with the millions of small folk who supported the rightful heir and the outcome was brutal on both sides. Thousands lay dead, burned or maimed in the streets from both sides. Her kin that supported Jaehaerys were executed by Masema, because he refused to have her named kinslayer. Only the twins, Aerea and Rhaella, and her cousins, Alysanne and Rhaena, submitted to her rule outside the new Dowager Queen Elvira, Rhaenerys’s own mother. Despite Alysanne having been Jaehaerys’s wife, even she knew that what he did was wrong. Queen Elinor was executed for the murder of the king and since three of Maegor’s wives were already dead, the remaining bent the knee and were allowed to live out their days as well cared for widows at Dragonstone, under the watchful eye of Elvira. The dragons of the deceased riders were secured in the Dragonpit, to be cared for by the keepers until new riders had come of age.

Despite the chaos, the coronation was life changing for Masema. He always believed that Rhaenerys was beautiful, but she was truly stunning when he saw her sitting the throne for the first time. She wore the crown of her father and grandfather, Dark Sister shining brightly in her hand amid the dull blades that made up the Iron Throne. After that day, the number of men vying for her attention and hand increased exponentially. If he thought the prospects were sorry before, he was truly disappointed by them now.

He knelt at the foot of the Iron Throne, staring up at her as he reported on another batch of suitors, these ones worse than the last. She gave him a little smile when he finished and stood up, speaking in a captivating voice as he looked down at the floor.

“All these men, they are not suitable for me?” She asked as she took a few steps down the stairs of the throne.

“No, my Queen.”

“They will not further the glory of House Targaryen?” Another few steps down.

“No, my Queen.”

“They would not be loyal to me and only me?” The last few steps and she was standing in front of Masema.

“No, my Queen.”

“They would not love me the way you love me?” She walked around him, her fingers dancing across his shoulders and causing him to lean back into her touch.

“No, my Queen.”

“Perhaps I have had you looking for my husband in the wrong place,” she said musingly, stopping in front of her right hand man and placing her fingers under his chin. “Perhaps, my consort is right here, looking so pretty on his knees for me.”

Masema inhaled sharply, looking up at Rhaenerys with confusion and maybe a little excitement in his mismatched eyes. “I-my Queen…”

She chuckled darkly at his stuttering, tracing his lips with the tip of her finger. “Hush, Masema. I see it so clearly now. Those noblemen were never going to be suitable because they weren’t you. Only you can do this for me. I need you, Masema. I must have heirs and I trust only you to fulfill my needs,” her voice lured him in like a siren and he found himself instinctively leaning forward towards her before he caught himself.

“My Queen, I am not worthy of such an honor. I am a sinner, my hands stained with the blood of your enemies. I would not forgive myself if I tainted you with my touch,” he whispered, feeling her fingers thread through his hair as she softly scratched his scalp.

“Then find redemption with me. You, my devotee, shall be absolved of your wrongdoings by giving me what I want and need. Let my touch cleanse you, my sweet Masema,” she whispered in that enchanting tone of hers and he knew he would do anything she asked of him.

He hesitated only for a second before agreeing to her proposal, kissing the inside of her wrist as he was consumed with euphoria at the idea of serving his Dragon Queen in a more intimate manner.

They flew to Dragonstone that afternoon on the back of her dragon, Abraxsas, and were married in the traditions of House Targaryen as the sun set, with her family their only witnesses. Their first kiss was one Masema will remember vividly, the taste of her blood on his tongue the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. He vaguely remembered the small wedding feast but he definitely remembered the wedding night.

He remembered the way she looked like a goddess both in her dress and out of it. He remembered the way he kissed every inch of her perfect body, taking his time memorizing her sensitive spots and paying special attention to them. He certainly remembered tasting her essence for the first time, thinking how this was where he was meant to be and that he could spend the rest of his life praying at her altar like this. The sounds she made as she cried out his name when she finished on his tongue and the way her skin felt against his when they finally became one are forever embedded within his memories.

Once they were both spent and satisfied, she had fallen asleep amidst the silk bedding as a gentle breeze blew in from the sea, the moonlight shining through the large arches and casting a pale light on her unconscious form. He had taken care to make sure she was cleaned up from their intimacy before crawling back into bed beside her. He gazed at her adoringly, feeling appreciative for having been transported to a world where such divinity was within his grasp. He fell asleep with a smile on his face, feeling cleansed of the sins he committed in her name and having found a new way to worship his beloved Rhaenerys.

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Nynaeve by kitsunegari_chan

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Borderlands (Masema) by kitsunegari_chan

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Ishamael by kitsunegari_chan

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Masema Dagar and THAT scene...

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Bringing back this.. thing for Masema Monday

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ARNAS FEDARAVICIUS as Masema Dagar The Wheel of Time 2.01 "A Taste of Solitude"

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Unrelated sort-of close up but was going through my blog and found this beauty so have a better quality version... just because I love him very much <3

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[foxyanon]

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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Tying up

{Dealers choice}

"Shall I bring out the rope?"

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