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[gvaine]

4.06 — A Servant of Two Masters

[skywlker-sluvtt]

Hello! Congrats on 500 💘

Can I request B14 and “try to stay quiet understand?” if you would like. With Tech?

Thank you

OMG MY FIRST TECH REQUEST I AM SCREAMING!!!! I'm rewatching the bad batch so currently clone thirsting so hard <333

tech x afab!reader nsfw content below the cut (18+) word count: 1k

prompts: B14 Hands focus + “try to stay quiet, understand?”

Tech was currently at his workbench putting something back together. What was that? You were about to ask him before focusing on how his hands moved around the metal object. He was fixing wires before with such skill his fingers moved effortlessly, not fumbling once. You’d always thought his hand were hot. They were much bigger than yours, you adored it when he didn’t wear his gloves so you could see the few prominent veins that ran across them. He picked up a precision screwdriver carefully twisting something back into place.

You couldn’t help but adore his hands especially when you thought about how they felt on you. “Cyare, do you need something?” He questioned not stopping his movements at all. “N-No” You stuttered being pulled out of your trance, pulling out an extra stool you sat beside him to watch closer. He placed the contraption down before cracking his knuckles and reorganizing his desk. “Do you have a question? You’re staring very intently” He stated. “No, just watching you”

His eyes moved to yours and he followed your gaze to his ungloved hand. “Are you sure? You look quite focused on my hands” He continued. A tinge of pink coated your cheeks as your eyes met his. “Maybe I am” You teased taking his hand and placing his palm against your own to compare sizes. “Your hands are so much bigger than mine, and I like it…alot” You explained. “Of course, my hands are bigger than yours. Due to the fact that men produce more testosterone than women do, men often have larger hands than women. Male and female bodies grow and develop in different ways as a result of the differing hormones” Tech explains and you roll your eyes shaking your head.

“I know that Tech. I’m saying it kinda turns me on how much bigger you are than me, especially your hands” You smirk cutting straight to the point so he realised your intentions faster. “Oh, I see” He replied with a red tint across his cheeks and a small smile. “I just like how they feel on me, touching me” You whispered as he placed his hand atop your bare thigh. Your whole body warmed as he rubbed gently up and down your thigh. “Does that satisfy you dear?” He asked with a smirk.

You giggled and watched his fingers grab at the meat of your thighs gently. “Little bit more” You grin before he snakes his hands higher to meet the hem of your shorts skimming the tips of his fingers over it before continuing to your covered core. “Is that better for you Mesh’la?” He asks rubbing his thumb over your most sensitive area. The fabric rubbed firmly against your clit and you let out a subtle moan.

“Tech p-please,” You sighed aching to be closer to him. “Sit,” He said patting his lap with a somewhat smug look on his face. You gladly sit straddling his lap and discarding your shorts along the way. Pressing a few passionate kisses to his lips he chuckled softly. “Patience my dear” Tech said swiping a thumb across your lip and admiring your features. Rolling your eyes you sighed softly waiting for him to do as you asked. His fingers made your way to your heat at a torturously slow rate. “Is this what you were waiting for?” He asked teasing the edges of your panties, pushing them to the side slowly.

“You’re much more aroused than usual, have my hands really affected you this much?” He mused. “Yes, I love your hands Tech. Think about them all the time” You said resting your head on his shoulder. He moved his thumb through your folds, spreading you open to rub your sensitive pearl causing a quiet whine to leave your lips. He kept focus on your clit for a while and then slipped his index finger into your wet cunt. “Tech!” You sighed arching your back into him. He paused his movements and smirked. “Try to stay quiet, understand? You wouldn't want my brothers hearing would you?” He questioned. You hummed, clenching around his fingers.

“I’ll have to use my hand’s on you more often if you react this way” He mentioned adding a second finger inside of you, starting a steady rhythm against your walls. “Faster” You whined in his ear kissing the sensitive skin of his neck. He curled his fingers deeper feeling the way you throbbed against his fingers. “Very good my darling I want you to cum on my command, understand?” “Yes, kriff yes” You nodded.

Tech moved his thumb to rub against your clit while fingering you. The wet noises filled the small room on the ship. “Baby, I can’t-can’t hold it” You groaned squirming in his lap, rolling your hips against his fingers slowly. “You can my dear, your patience is exceptional” He said softly. He continued finger fucking you at a relentless pace, you grabbed his free hand and squeezed it hard. Your skin heated up immensely and your heart pounded heart hard against your ribs.

“Cum for me Cyare” He whispered eyes focused on your glistening pussy. Holding back moans you finally let go, your body shaking with pleasure as you moaned into his armour-covered shoulder. Your legs trembled with pleasure as your climax settled down and Tech continued to keep his dexterous fingers deep inside of you. “That was remarkable darling, by far one of your longest orgasms” He commented pulling his fingers out of you. You whined at the loss of contact still catching your breath.

He moved his fingers to your lips, covered in your slick he opened your mouth with his other hand. “Suck,” He said firmly, you did as he asked taking his digits into your mouth and licking them clean savouring the salty flavour of yourself. “Good girl,” He hummed retracting his hand from you before you noticed the red light blinking from his goggles. “Did you just record that?” You giggled. “For research purposes as always, would you like me to delete it?” “No, not at all” You smirked. “Good, now I’m not finished. Up on the table for me,” He said helping you onto his workbench. You could barely contain your excitement for whatever he had planned.

[mystic-shadows42]

Hi sweetheart, please can u write a fic smut where ivar is the king of kattegat but his throne is usurped by is brother hvitserk. Hvitserk takes ivar's wife for himself e keep ivar in the cells. A night hvitserk takes y/n (reader) in a chambers near the cells, he forced her to have sex whit him to make sure ivar hear her moan. That is a little bit dark, but i wish u will still write this <333

Warnings: Language, Violence, and Blackmail Smut

Hvitserk sat outside his brother's cell while leaning against the wall. He had his head cast back as he looked up at the ceiling. He recalled what happened earlier and began to smile.

"Just know that I'm taking good care of her Ivar. Didn't you hear?" He asked as he looked over to where his brother was hunched over in defeat. A look he won’t soon forget. What he said got to Ivar as he crawled quickly and reached his hand through the bars but couldn't reach his brother.

"She's my wife," Ivar seethed as spit flew out of his mouth.

"Your wife, our wife, my wife. These titles can be so confusing. She's the queen though. Wife to the king and that's me. So I'm entitled to have her."

"If you hurt her I'll kill you with my bare hands."

Hvitserk narrowed his brows in mock confusion. "Did it sound like I was hurting her? I was only doing what she was asking. I'm only doing what you couldn't." Hvitserk let silence take over in the cells before continuing. "Hasn't she always wished for a baby?"

Ivar quickly turned to stare at his brother.

Hvitserk stood up ready to take his leave. "She may hate me now but she loves this," Hvitserk emphasized gripping his covered cock through his trousers. "My shit works. The first part of your punishment is to listen to all the sounds I can have her make. The second part is watching as I fuck your wife.”

Ivar banged his hands against the bars in frustration.

“Don’t you touch her.” Hvitserk ignored his brother as he made his way out of the room. “Do you hear me, Hvitserk! Stay away or I swear I’ll skin you alive once I’m free! Hvitserk!” 

Hvitserk reveled in hearing his brother’s tortured screams down in his cells but he’d enjoy it, even more, knowing what he was about to do.

When the guards brought you into the room with Hvitserk and locked it you knew what he planned to do. This quarter was the closest chamber to the cells below. Ivar would hear it all.

He began to untie the laces to his trousers while watching your reaction.

“Still wet for me baby?” He smirked enjoying teasing you. No one had ever spoken to you so crudely before. You couldn’t contain your anger at the disrespect so you marched over to him and slapped him as hard as you could.

The sound resonated in the rather quiet room. All the confidence you had dissipated once you did it. He had his head turned but slowly faced you.

“That’s one way to get me riled up.”

You saw his hand moving and looked down to see he was actually stroking his cock. The wet sounds got more intense as you stared down at him growing harder and bigger. It was impressive and you hated to admit that you actually enjoyed having him inside you.

“I got you off this morning. No more, Hvitserk.”

He squinted his eyes at you in scrutiny.

“You seem to think you have a choice. You either suck me or I’ll have my men cut pieces of Ivar to convince you otherwise.”

He spoke as he continued to stroke himself. He was speaking the truth. You knew years ago you would’ve thought he was bluffing but after he cut off Björn’s hand and Ubbe’s ear, he was serious. This wasn’t the same Hvitserk everyone was used to. He was ruthless. He enjoyed causing pain to others, especially his brothers. He collected his brother’s cut body parts and kept them as trophies.

That was why you did as he said. Whether it was sucking his cock, having him eat you out, or letting him fuck you, it was all to keep Ivar from being one of those said trophies.

You hated Hvitserk but you dare not tell him that some of the things he did to your body made you feel another way. It was pleasurable but no doubt you felt dirty. You were married to Ivar, he had your heart.

You never once thought of Hvitserk as a threat but after years of losing people he loves and Ivar’s constant persuasion over everyone, something awakened in him.

You reluctantly dropped down to your knees and looked up at him. He was smiling at you reveling in the position he was putting you in. You shakily brought your hands up to his cock and began to stroke him in your hands. He brought his hand behind your head to bring you closer but you swatted it away making him laugh.

You took a deep breath trying to relax as much as you could before bringing your mouth closer. As soon as your lips wrapped around him he began to groan in pleasure. That went on for a while, you stroking and sucking him while he groaned.

“If only Ivar can see you. His queen on her knees for her new king.”

You scraped your teeth against his cock harshly making him hiss out. “Oh, you little bitch.” He pulled you back by your hair. He pulled you up from the floor and brought you eye level with him.

“I’m going to fuck you now and I want you to not hold back on those noises baby girl.”

You scrunched your face up in disgust. He was a sadistic bastard who was getting off on all of this. It was him smiling that irked you while making you do this. That’s when mustered as much strength as you could and slapped him across the face, again, harsher than the first time.

In all the time that he took over as king Hvitserk never physically beat you but you wouldn’t put it past him to perhaps hit you if he was forcing himself on you.

You held your breath in anticipation. He threatened, humiliated, and assaulted you more times than you care to count, even before this. It felt good to finally have a few seconds of the upper hand even if it was only for a few seconds.

He turned from the force of your hit. The smile was gone and the side of his cheek became red from the slap. He turned his head towards you slowly with his eyes becoming darker and more serious.

You took a couple of steps back not knowing how he’ll react. Hvitserk slowly was making his way to you in which you grabbed a candle holder. It wouldn’t do much but anything was better than nothing.

You raised it as he got close and began to swing wildly trying to fend him off for as long as possible. He got hit a couple of times then he finally knocked it out of your hands and bent you over the table in the room.

You tried resisting but he pressed himself to your backside pressing you against the table and his hard body. Then to be an ass he pushed you into the table even more as he moved it all the way into the wall forcing a grunt from your lips.

He lifted your dress over your ass and spanked you hard. He caressed where he hit you and began to soothe his hand over the area.

“You ignite a lot of feelings in me, my queen.”

“I am not, your queen,” you seethed.

He simply chuckled then parted your legs with his foot. “You are my queen. For only a king could fuck you and put you in your place.”

You tried bucking against him to get him away but the act only had the tip of his cock graze against your folds. You both stilled immediately at the contact, both of your bodies sensitive to the other’s touch.

It had been so long since Ivar had touched you intimately so when he got overthrown and Hvitserk began touching you, there were mixed emotions. The pleasure was relieving but there was always that terrible feeling of what you’d just done. He began to tease you and insert the tip before taking it out and repeating the action.

“Please, Hvitserk. I love Ivar. I don’t want to hurt him.” You knew the only reason Hvitserk brought you to this room was so Ivar could hear you in the cells. Hvitserk ignored you and began to gather your hair in one hand while aligning himself in the other.

One thrust and he was buried inside you to the hilt. You whimpered at the contact. Hvitserk pulled your hair back until your neck was exposed. You tried to swallow but you couldn’t with the pressure he was putting on your neck.

As you were focused on trying to free yourself Hvitserk thought it’d be fitting to start thrusting. He wasn’t too gentle and didn’t care if you were comfortable rocking against the hard table.

It went on like this for what seemed to be a good while. Hvitserk would change positions and angles eliciting different sounds from you each time.

“I hate you Hvitserk,” you grunted out as he gave a particularly hard thrust.

“Oh, yeah? Tell me how much you hate me.” He grunted as he pulled himself out of you and flipped you over so you can now face him. Hvitserk looked down at you as sweat began to gather on his forehead. He was panting a bit as he stayed between your shaking legs. He moved your messy hair away from your face as he awaited your answer.

“I hate you’re making me do this.” He thrust again.

“What else?” He asked out of breath as he thrusted harder.

“I hate that you’re doing this just to hurt Ivar.”

Hvitserk ceased his thrusts and really looked at you as you said that. He licked his bottom lip and then leaned down until his lips touched your cheek.

“It’s not just that. I’m doing this cause I actually enjoy it. I’ve always wanted to know what it’d be like to have you and now I know that feeling twice over. Now do me a favor and moan a little louder so the broken cripple can hear you be with a real man.”

He bit the nape of your neck eliciting a particularly loud moan. Being high off of pleasure, the last thing on your mind right now was Ivar down below in the cells hearing what his brother is doing to you.