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Choose Me, Not Him

Finrod x reader

Kinktober 2022: Jealous Sex/Bathtub Sex

Warnings: fembod, Celegorm being all flirty, males of the house of Finwe being their typical possessive selves, bathtub sex, soft dom! Finrod, calling Finrod King, aftercare

Word Count: 6.2k

Synopsis: The King of Nargothrond never thought that he would confess to you in such an unruly (pleasurable) manner.

Glancing above the rim of his wine glass as he rose it to his lips for a deep swig, Finrod glared at the ongoing interactions between you and his infamous kinslaying cousin, Celegorm. Of all the people you could associate yourself with on such a fine and excitement-filled night, the Feanorian. You could have chosen to spend it with him, which is what you were supposed to be doing given that he extended the invitation personally to you at your bedroom door. Instead, you’ve ignored his presence and sat alongside his silver-haired cousin who constantly gazed at you with the unmistakable lust swimming in his orbs as the conversation grew and the proximity between you both shrunk. Tightening his grip on his glass as he continued to look on, he observed how Celegorm would lean into your personal space every time he spoke, and your response was a broken smile as your brain short-circuited at the handiwork (so he assumed).

Breathing heavily, Finrod could feel his blood pressure rising with each passing minute despite being the least favourable jealous cousin. Not one for experiencing jealousy due to his friendly, cheery nature, anyone monitoring the King would notice the sullen look crossing his face as his direction of focus was solely on you both.

Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, his temper slowly rose at a snail’s pace as Celegorm leaned in to whisper into your ear, brushing a few strands of hair away from your neck in the process. The little shiver that racked through your body which signalled to Finrod that you enjoyed his touch, made him grind his perfect pearly whites. The little signs of his blue-green coloured orbs were retracting with each passing second and being replaced by midnight blue. The depths of the ocean could be seen should one gazed into his eyes and surely they would drown. Continuing to look on, he saw you throwing your head back, laughing at some sexual joke Celegorm spouted to you while licking his lips at the clear view of your throat. No longer able to take the torture playing out before him, Finrod rose from his seat almost gracefully and departed from the table wordlessly.

With every step that he took, his hands fisted his robes itching to tear at them, but he was aware of the time and effort his seamstresses placed into creating his garment. That would be unpleasant for them. Instead, his hands curled into fists at the sides of his robes, and he stood tall and rigid, muscles tense and swollen from the anger and praying that he didn’t perform any impulsive acts after the spectacular show. Finrod wanted nothing more than to march back inside and rip you out of Celegorm’s hold and into his own. For too long he’s been attempting to make advances and it would seem that tonight, his cousin would be successful before he ever got the chance to admit his feelings. Why weren’t you chatting with him and laughing at his jokes? Why weren’t you looking at him with that hazy look you gave Celegorm, or shivered at any contact he gave?

He didn’t want to give you up so quickly. What happened to the brave and daring Finrod who feared nothing, not even his own cousins? Would he allow tonight to be the last and final act which would determine the outcome between you both?

As if on instinct, the mahogany doors flung open to reveal you with rose-coloured cheeks and starry eyes searching the room and looking for your favourite elf. Standing near the staircase with his back turned, your footsteps quickened once you recognized the familiar outline but were cut short by the tug of a hand in the opposite direction. The grip held on your dainty wrist was rough and calloused and spoke in great volumes – possessiveness. You weren’t able to put up much of a fight against the pull, but you shrieked once the grip tightened and dragged you closer. Stumbling over your feet and crashing into the firm, muscular chest, the other arm trailed upwards to hold you firmly against them and press you into their embrace.

Looking up, you came face to face with Celegorm who bore a pouty look plastering his handsome features. The light from the chandelier cast five o’clock shadows and made him appear all the more dangerous but alluring. However, as much as you were drawn in by his rugged features and presence from earlier interactions, you still yearned for the company of your King. You wanted the soft presence, angelic presence of Finrod. The warm and bubbly smiles, intoxicating laughter and golden sunshine.

“Let Y/N go Tyelko.” And so your knight in shining armour came to rescue you. You turned your neck stiffly to view the source of the voice behind you and watched as he stood upright with a frown marring his face.

“Why should I, they were in the presence of my company all night and they should continue to do so. We were just about to leave to have some fun.” The gleam of lust was dancing like flames in his pupils. Bright flames that required no spark or fuel, they could light themselves whenever they pleased, like now. The grip around your waist tightened uncomfortably as if to prove his point and rub the meaning in the King’s face, but Finrod stood righteous without backing down. Taking great stride across the room, he before Celegorm, shorter than the other male and less bulky but in no way fearful of him. He was standing on his grounds, in his own Kingdom.

“I think you should let Y/N decide that for themselves, furthermore, you are in the presence of the King. You ought to watch how you speak to me, Tyelko.” And so, a great silence fell over them both. Two alpha males, one whom you knew excluded the aura and the other unsure off, stood baring their teeth to one another. It was only a matter of time before one was declared victor, but who. You knew Celegorm was of that calibre to upstage anyone who didn’t agree or disturbed him, but this was Finrod’s Kingdom, and he was King. Would the king allow his cousin to easily upstage him through embarrassment?

“Y-Your Majesty –”

“– Finrod. It’s Finrod and…are you – do you wish to spend the night with Celegorm?” and so, his pensive stare flashed to you but changes into a softened gaze you held. You could see the sadness swimming in his beautiful eyes with anger in the mix. It was a strange sight to behold considering Finrod was never someone who openly expressed his displeasure. Whenever you were in his presence, it was always a silver lining in grey clouds.

Holding his gaze for some time, you missed the taunting smile that Celegorm flashed at Finrod at the lack of your silence. Believing that he had won the decision, he wasted no time in making the attempt to walk away with you in his arms only for you to protest.

“No, wait! I-I want to stay the night with him, I came looking for him because he left…” your voice fell but the silence was loud enough to irritate Celegorm and plaster Finrod’s face with a smile. Wiggling out of Celegorm’s reluctant grasp, Finrod had stepped forward to pry you out of his hold and take you into his warm and soft arms.

You couldn’t help but melt as soon as he had his arms around your body and learn that the King was not as timid and weak as he appeared. The layer of muscles that rested under his robes, moved like silk as he flexed his muscles around your waist, firmly keeping you close to him and away from his dangerous cousin. It felt relieving to have you in his arms, long has he wished to hold you close and cherish you the way he would like to if you would give him the chance to propose. But tonight, he held you for different reasons that caused his blood to boil.

“Dear cousin, you should understand that Y/N wishes to spend their time with me and respect their request. Now, if you will excuse us, we have elsewhere to be.” Giving Celegorm a gentle smile that said more behind his eyes, Finrod turned with you in his arms and placed you before him, giving you a small nug to take lead. You didn’t wish to be out of his arms, but he was the King and there were behaviours that would be frowned upon should anyone notice you draping about him. Choosing to remain close, you walked almost glued to his skin, side by side and followed his movements as he moved towards the staircase.

“Tsk, bastard,” Celegorm’s whisper was way beyond the hearing capacity of Finrod, but his voice raised for the next words to ring out clearly to rile the swan-like King, “Y/N, I’ll see you later. Ensure that she reaches her room in one piece your Majesty.”

The sneer behind his tone was conniving enough for Finrod to hold his footings at the base of the staircase and swirl around to stare daggers at his cousin. Pulling away from you and briskly strolling over to the silver-haired feral male, for once, Finrod appeared as though he towered above his cousin as he spoke lowly and down at him. Dropping his voice an octave, you couldn’t make out anything that was being spoken between the two, but all you know what that Celegorm’s smirk dropped, and his face morphed into seriousness.

“Let me make something clear cousin, you are living under my roof, my Kingdom – you ought to be very careful with your word choices. As easily as I welcomed you, I can dismiss you if you prove to be a problem. What I do with Y/N is our business, she chose me.”

For the first time in Celegorm’s life, he felt some level of fear exuding from the threat his soft and chirpy cousin was dishing out. Staring him in his eyes to test the waters and attempt to dissuade Finrod, Celegorm was met with emptiness, there wasn’t anything he could use to defend himself. Not waiting for any response, Finrod spun on his heels aggressively, hair whirling dramatically and robes flaring up and returned to you. Holding his hand out, an action he would never perform boldly, you took it and allowed him to drag you up the staircase, leaving an angered Celegorm.

Trailing behind the King, you marvelled at the hand you were holding and how much larger it was than yours. There were little callouses to them but other than that, they were smooth and soft – a feeling you would love to become acquainted with more often. Bending the corners hastily and pulling you along, you weren’t aware of where he was taking you until you heard the twisting of a knob and the scent of vanilla waffling through your nose – your room. Finrod walked himself into your room as though it were his and he’d traversed it many times before gingerly tugging you along to follow him. As soon as the door was shut, Finrod spun around to brace you against the cold wood, cornering you like an injured animal. There was so much confusion swirling in the midnight blue of his pupils, you opened your mouth to question him before he could.

“Are you alright? Your eyes, they’re different.” You sounded so shy yet concerned for his well-being as you inched your face closer to his as you spoke.

“Yes, I’m fine. It’s just…earlier I-I didn’t like how close – do you like my cousin? I didn’t…interrupt something between you two?” the sadness that left his voice and the sorrow and heartbreak that reflected in his eyes made you wish that the floor could open up and swallow. You weren’t aware of your interaction with Celegorm earlier would cause Finrod to become dull. He had lost the light that shone in his eyes and hair and was seeking reassurance. You knew the King liked you, but you never realized how far your actions would have pushed him to feel.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you; it was never my intention. I – that’s why I came looking for you, I wanted to spend time with you, but you were gone, and he just came out from nowhere –” lifting his hand up to cut you off, you watched as the corners of his lips lifted to show a fragment of a smile. He was somewhat pleased with your response, but it didn’t stop the fact that Celegorm still didn’t understand his place.

“ – I just want to ask one thing, if that’s alright with you,” taking a step back, he straightened his posture and dropped his hands to his side, “Do you – do you like me?”

Nodding your head while beaming at him brightly despite his face appearing sullen, you stepped close to him, quick to reach out to take him softer hands in yours. “I do, I do like you a lot Finrod. I don’t like your cousin if that’s what you think.”

Staring at the hand you were holding and listening to your reply, the words took some time to reach his brain since his focus was on the hand you were holding. He watched as you picked it up and gave it a light squeeze before bringing it to your lips for a peck. It was then, your words resounded in his head, ‘I like you a lot’ and a smile of realization grew upon his face. His lips stretched until they formed a blinding smile and you saw his eyes and hair and aura shining through. Taking the same hand that you held, he encased his fingers around yours and used it as leverage to pull you into his arms for a hug, squeezing his happiness into you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. I love you as well, though, I thought I was too late after…tonight.”

“I’m truly sorry about that, it’s just that his jokes were really funny that I couldn’t help but laugh.” You spoke sheepishly while fidgeting with the fabric of your dress, but to Finrod, the memory of Celegorm didn’t sit well with him. It caused a flame to burn in his chest – jealousy – and it was the least expected emotion he believed he would suffer. Allowing his mood to be soured by Celegorm’s actions, he heaved and unwind his arms from around your figure.

“Will you inform him that you are taken?”

“I will, he’s passing by later as he announced, so I’ll let him know.”

Passing by later. Passing by later not to speak with you, but an attempt to have you himself. If only you knew how dangerously charming the Feanorian was, you would never open your door to him. You would never invite him inside to speak, you would avoid him because when his mind was set, he accomplished all he desired.

Finrod's thoughts were loud enough for you to see them written across his face and before you could act, his mouth moved on its own as a thought evaded the gentle King’s mind.

“I have a better idea how to announce to him that you are taken.”

If you had known the predicament you were going to get yourself into after the King sent a playful smile in your direction when he dropped his idea, you still would have agreed. You didn’t know how the innocent and sweet-tongued King was able to convince you, but somehow he did and complaining was the least of your worries from the way he had you. There was no better place you would consider yourself to be than in the arms of the King in your grandiose bathtub, flushed and naked against his chest while one arm was holding your face to lock lips with him, and the other was busy fondling your cunt. His delicate and nimble fingers opened you up like you were a fragile flower, taking his time to toy with your fold and running a finger through it until it stopped at your clit to give your bud light touches. His fingers ghosted over your clit, teasingly brushing against it and provoking whines to escape your throat which his lips devoured greedily.

He couldn’t help but kiss your inviting lips, in fact, he couldn’t help himself from kissing you at all. Your dainty lips were calling out to him for the years that he loved you and he had found himself attached to the softer petals upon your face that he spent a good ten minutes kissing you until they were swollen and flushed with fever. Despite the redden, swollen image they portrayed, it most certainly did not stop Finrod from capturing them into another delicate kiss that made butterflies form in your stomach. His kisses as you’ve learned were always mild even if he was eagerly undressing and excitedly roaming his hands across your body. Waiting for the right moment as if he had already mapped out your body, Finrod chose the rightest moment to press his finger against your clit earning a series of gasps from you to then slip his tongue into your mouth.

You found it hard to focus with the skilful finger on your clit, rubbing your nub with accuracy, and the proficient tongue dancing with yours. He easily danced with yours, nothing overly forceful or possessive as you would have assumed since jealousy was the force driving his motives. His kiss was feathery and graceful, and you could not help but sigh into his mouth every time his tongue would touch yours. As for his fingers, with precision they rubbed your clit, taking it between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it around making your body arch. You buckled off him and had it not been for his arm secured around your waist you would have slipped out of his grasp.

“Does it feel good nin lóth?” he inquired as he looked upon your ethereal form shaking and gasping in his arms from the pleasure he so freely gave.

Unable to form any coherent words, all you were able to do was nod with a whine slipping past your lips when his finger left your clit and encircled your entrance. He was testing the waters and teasing you at the same time and was still able to keep himself calm despite the rigid erection pressing into your lower back. He was patiently building the intensity of your pleasure before staking his claim on you before his menacing cousin did. The famous jealousy among the males of the House of Finwe. Finrod had all the time in the world with you as it was just you and him and should Celegorm decide to pay you a visit now, at least his silver-haired cousin would understand the message. You were taken and off-limits.

Breaking the kiss, Finrod gave you the opportunity to catch your breath but was naughty at the same time to slip his finger into your cunt, snatching the air right away. Freezing upon entry, an alleviating sigh was sung by you when his finger travelled deeper and crooked to find your soft spot. A series of his name fell from your lips, and it made his cock twitch in delight at how pleasant it sounded. His name had never sounded so charming falling from the lips of another except yours; you made it sound like a prayer. He was spellbound and it drove him to add another finger alongside the other, crooking them both to find your soft spot.

He started off with slow thrusts, listening to the slosh of the water against your cunt, squelching as his fingers dived back into your heat with a flick of his wrist and then gradually increased his motion, scraping along your walls. Your insides were hot and soft, clamping down on his fingers and refusing to allow him to leave. Your lips gripped with all their might to keep him buried deep, wanting his fingers to continue its abuse and Finrod was most happy to oblige knowing that you loved his touch. It was a miracle that you found yourself loving the musically skilful prince whose elegant fingers were gifted with the harp and plucking their strings apart because that’s exactly what he was doing. Knuckles deep, two fingers twisted and crooked their way to aim for your soft spot living for every squeal and cry that was produced. Only he could make those melodious melodies spring forth from your lips.

Gazing at how your face contorted in ecstasy, his eyes soften and smiled when he noticed the lagging in your responses. You took too long to act on the pleasure as your brain was becoming mush and rewiring itself – you were in too much pleasure to focus on a response, all your body was able to do was cry out his name and take pleasure. Finrod did not seem to mind, for it was his actions that were making you lose your mind.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now, for me. I know he wishes he could have you like this...” His voice was like the sweet spring breeze, carrying millions of sweet, scented flowers across a field and into your senses calming you.

You had never known the King to be competitive since he always portrayed himself above pettiness, unlike his two infamous cousins. Never one to indulge in drama or problems but rather the problem solver, thus, this was a first. Finrod continued to watch you in awe as your head fell onto his shoulder, tossing and turning about as your pleasure increased. From two fingers, your King now had three buried deep within your cunt, stretching you out and enjoying the obscene squelching. His mind was filled with hot flashes of having you on your back while he wrapped you in his arms while gave you eternal pleasure. Speeding up the pace of his fingers and flicking his thumb to rub your clit, Finrod’s cock twitched and smeared his cum across your back your body moved in sync with his thrusts.

His grinding against his fingers, Finrod was receiving pleasure from your body rubbing against his cock and could not prevent his own moans from escaping his mouth. His moans were equally angelic as his voice, and it stirred your insides with greater desire and anticipation of the oncoming sequence of events. Resting his mouth near your ear and releasing a string of heavenly groans, Finrod gleamed delightfully at the clenching of your walls around his fingers and noting that his voice had an effect on you while he continued his vigorous ace. Your back bowed off his chest and your nails dug into his biceps, which wasn’t painful to him at all when your cunt began to spasm around his nimble digits. Finrod was finding it difficult to pull his fingers out and gave a deep chuckle when the tightness increased. Keeping his thumbs on your clit and rolling it around, it wasn’t long before he felt your body going stiff under him before collapsing into his embrace.

“F-Finrod!” You shrieked his name before your body collapsed into his chest.

Your legs were ready to give out and collapse onto the floor had it not been for his quick guidance of walking you over to the benches and sitting you on his lap. It was then Finrod who decided to remove his fingers and rest them on your waist, rubbing small circles into your skin. His touch was tranquillizing and easily brought you back down to earth.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

Taking a moment to regain your senses and focus on your surroundings, you were sitting on one of his benches as the water sloshed around your waist in his grandiose bathtub. His arms were clinging to your waist for dear life as you were pressed against his chest. Lifting your head to gaze at him, he was already observing you with quiet eyes and a tiny smile at the corners of his lips as if he already knew your response. Always with the mind reading.

“I’m sorry, it’s not always my intention to make you uncomfortable meleth. Forgive me.” he consoled. Just like you said, he already knew how you were feeling, responding was just re-iterating.

“You already know how I feel my King.” You responded with a hazed smile.

“Then you would not mind if we continued?” he asked with the most dazzling smile he could muster as though he was attempting to seduce you despite not needing to. Finrod could have asked anything of you, and you would have given it.

Wordlessly, you pried yourself out of his hold by lifting his vice grip arms off you and resitting yourself onto his lap, but this time facing him. With your legs resting on either side of his waist and your arms around his neck, Finrod’s own arms lifted to press you closer to his body, guiding you to sit above his excited cock. His tip was pressing into your entrance and providing unintentional teasing like its owner. The little gleam in Finrod’s eyes told you that it was on purpose and right on cue to make matters escalate, he shifted his hips upwards allowing for his tip to just slip into your entrance and nestle. Scrambling in his lap and clutching his famed golden curls, you tugged his hair in retaliation as his hips grind his cock into your heat.

The both of you were competing against each other in a moaning match from the strings of musical notes that left both your throats, though you would say Finrod won from the throaty groan he released. It was your hand that snuggled its way into his hair and dug into his scalp that make him a moaning mess. His chest heaved as his moans easily slipped past his lips with a grind of his hips against your heat which prompted you to tug. The hands on your waist were working their magic to guide your hips against his cock to increase the pleasure. Finrod was enjoying this more than he believed he would and never thought that finding himself in this situation would be this beneficial.

Oh, how his silver-haired cousin would love to be in this situation.

At the flash of memory, Finrod’s grip around your waist tightened drastically and tugged your body against his chest, latching his mouth to your neck for proof. If his cousin was audaciously brave to visit later, then he should get the message when you greeted him. Your neck was going to be littered with iridescent flowers as if you were a priceless painting. The way his tongue ran across your skin left butterflies in your cunt and made you run juices onto his cock like crazy. Finrod felt the trickle of your flow onto his cock and grinned into the hickey he was placed at the base of your throat – a very risky place to leave one when everyone knew you were with the King.

Nibbling on your skin like candy and it was to Finrod, he was beginning to get impatient and slipped on hand between you both to rest on his cock to guide it into your heat. Freezing your hip motions, there was silence between you both – his lips stilling on your neck and your panting ceased – as his hands pushed the rest of his cock into your cunt. The loud intake of breath as he sunk further and further until he could go no further ripped its way across the room from you both. You felt overly heavenly, there was no better feeling than being welcomed by your snuggly heat the longer his cock nestled without moving. Hiss after hiss flew through his teeth as he ground them when your walls began to contract around him, attempting to adjust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re killing me here meleth.” His voice was forced through his teeth as they remained clenched.

The grip on your waist was strained as he made the first move to rock your hips back and forth along his length. There was slick pop that resounded from your cunt as his length glided through your walls. Your juices had perfectly coated his length; however, it was washed away by the bathwater and Finrod strained his eyes as his head hung between you both to observe. He had long forgotten about marking your skin and wanted to watch the union between you both in action. It was a beautiful sight that he wished his eyes would be granted but the water was blocking his line of sight.

The hands in Finrod’s hair tightened with each roll of your hip along his cock and your panting grew high-pitched and whiney. You had reached a stage where you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded; all you knew was that you were being on the receiving end of excellent pleasure that you wouldn’t pass up.

“My King.” You praised him as he guided your hips faster on his cock.

It was the way his title rolled off your tongue exquisitely that made his hips stutter. He didn’t expect his title to slip past your lips, he expected his name to be called like honey falling from your delicate tongue. His cock twitched as his title tumbled from your lips again and again and again like summer rain from the heavens and it was driving him mad. Finrod planted his feet firmly into the ground and stilled your hips to pump his vigorously into your heat. The water sloshed aggressively around you both, splashing across your naked bodies as Finrod held onto you for dare life pumping his hips into yours and enjoying your whiney cries for more.

“Please, please, please, my King, don’t stop. More please.” You cried in a whiney voice.

“As you wish my love, whatever you desire.” He replies breathlessly.

His head had finally decided to lift from where you two were connected to meet your closed eyes and tossed back his head. Your mouth was wide open releasing desperate moans, loving the way his cock kissed your cunt and how your clit rubbed against his lower abdomen. Gazing at you through hazy eyes, Finrod could not help but think about how he was lucky to have met and had you in his life. You were a gift from the Valar and one that he had to cherish for eternity. He hated the idea of having to fight for your love and attention, especially from his kinslaying cousin. Your eyes should never have landed on him, he didn’t deserve your affectionate stares.

Travelling his right hand from your hip to entangle it into your hair, he tugged your head down to meet his impatient lips. He was quick to swallow your lips in a passionate kiss, moaning into your mouth deliciously, wanting you to know how well you were also pleasuring him. The kiss was filled with breathless sighs and struggles to catch your breaths. Teeth and tongue collided with every upthrust from his hips and bumped your noses together and it made you chuckle. Knocking noses and foreheads together was humorous to you as it proved how hungrily you desired each other without a care in the world. Breaking apart for air, it was Finrod who pulled back to lock eyes with you and bore a soft smile on his face.

“W-Will you be m-mine, forever?” there was sincerity in his voice and eyes as he proposed the question.

Without a second to waste, you didn’t hesitate to nod your head as tears were forming in your eyes, “Y-Yes, thousand t-times yes.”

This was the moment he waited for, to hear you accept him. Finrod didn’t need to be told what was required next because his fingers were eagerly rubbing away at your sensitive nub causing you to convulse in his arms. Your body was shaking, and your eyes crossed at the vigorous speed he rubbed your clit. Nails scraping his scalp and tugging his hair aggressively Finrod returned to favour by placing more pressure on your clit as he gave little tugs. Perfectly times thrusts to match the onslaughter on your clit and the dangerous whisperings in your ear about how much he loved you, Finrod could feel your walls spasming around his length, tightening their grip around him and refusing to let him easily slide out.

It increased his own pleasure and made his hips stutter. His groans turned into grunts with every new thrust he threw, pushing you over your high and allowing it to easily tumble over your body, coursing through your veins and burning every fibre of your being. Finrod followed you soon after with the pulsing of your heat around him which pushed him into overdrive and stilled his hips. A deep grunt reverberated through the room as he held you tightly to his chest with each pump of his cum into you. It was a euphoric bliss that washed over you both while embracing each other, sweaty and cum-filled, but overcome with love. The grip he had on you felt right, it felt safe, just where you belonged.

“I’m tempted to stay like this, but we must clean up meleth-nin.” Finrod’s voice was the first to break the long silence between you two.

“I am also tempted to stay like this, it feels too good, too right.” You responded.

Leaning into your face, he nuzzled your nose against his before giving it a playful nibble. He couldn’t help but wish to stay with you like this, but he was aware that soon, Celegorm would be passing to check, thus, you needed to be in the best condition for his observation. Pushing a lock of hair out your face, Finrod spoke with a twinkle in his eye, “I have another idea that would satisfy us both.”

Aftercare with Finrod was quick but thorough, he didn’t hesitate to wipe up his release and give your thighs massages as he washed your tired body off. Tenderly touching all the sore areas and giving little rubs to the area until his hands travelled south and cupped your heat once again. Your King was on a roll tonight and did not stop with one round believing that there was not enough proof to reveal until his cousin that you were taken. From cupping your heat and staring into your eyes with want, Finrod had your legs wrapped around his waist once again but this time, pressed against the stone walls driving his cock deliciously into your heat once again. His lips were everywhere at once wanting to sample your honeydew skin like he did earlier.

By the time you and the King were finished, you had both collapsed on his bed with the sheets around your waist and his arms wrapped around your smaller body. Your skin was littered with the perfect amount of hickeys for his cousin to capture the perfect view since he loved to wander his eyes inappropriately. Looking down at your fast asleep state, he felt pride welding in his chest knowing that you were officially his and he yours. Continuing to observe your tired state, a soft knock on your door broke him out of his revere and alerted him of the intruder, his cousin, finally coming to check up on you. Throwing himself out of his bed and grabbing a robe, he marched over to the door with a triumphant grin on his face as he opened the door slightly to reveal Celegorm.

“Ah cousin, how may I help you?” he beamed overly joyous.

Celegorm had said nothing as he observed his cousin's features and recognized a difference in them. He appeared far too giddy and glowing brighter for a matter of fact. Celegorm knew from the start what was up with the King, and he was late to the game, he’d lost, but still wanting to check for you in the room his head attempted to gain visual around the King’s large golden mop of curls.

“Y/N is resting, quite tired if I might say so myself and unavailable…from now on.” his voice had deepened at the end of his little warning to make himself clear, however, it made Celegorm chuckle.

“Well played cousin, I didn’t know you had it in you. Congratulations.” And with that, Celegorm departed with a sour look on his face.

Staring at his retreating figure, Finrod waited until he was out of sight before shutting the door and returning to your side. Quick to snuggle you, he planted a chaste kiss on your forehead and gleamed as you leaned into his warmth. Finrod was pleased with his efforts and it had sent him to sleep with the most pleasant smile on his face.

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"Do you want me to stop?" Vilkas panted, hair falling into his eyes. His stare was intense and Rin fl it down to her bones - despite the erection she could clearly feel and the filthy way he'd been kissing her he would stop if she asked. "Gods know how badly I want you but I will stop if you aren't ready."

"I want this." She agreed breathlessly, clinging to his shoulders. Vilkas blinked, pausing as if he'd expected her to deny him. "I want you."

consent king

💪💪💪 we stan a king who asks for consent

#ghhhfhggdgfhfhdff

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feralteapot · 23 days

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making the mistake of asking pervy!könig to help you apply your sunscreen at the beach. he’d be stupid not to take advantage of the opportunity to finally get to explore your soft body with his calloused, greedy hands in a way that you won’t scold him for.

you’re all relaxed and warmed from the sun, laying on your tummy right when you hand him the bottle, not thinking anything of it when he instantly comes to hover over your thighs, his clothed, half-hard cock inches away from your skimpily covered ass. it starts off innocently enough, and you melt into the feeling of his warm hands massaging the cold heat protectant into your back… but he can’t control himself for long. his cock leaks and aches painfully at the sound of your quiet, content noises as his hands venture upwards, convinced you have to be teasing him. you’re so velvety soft and plush in his hands, and he nearly cums kneading where your breasts spill out of your tiny bikini from being pressed to the ground, his pinky accidentally flicking your sensitive nipple, making you gasp.

don’t worry if his hands linger a little too long at the dough of your ass, his thick thumbs not so subtly spreading you open and exposing your glossy wet pussy to his perverted eyes — he just doesn’t want you to burn. gotta make sure he gets everywhere, right, maus?

#konig cod #konig x reader #konig call of duty #konig x y/n #konig smut #cod smut #könig x reader #könig cod #dhdhdhdhhdhdhehfbehfbef #HELLO

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feralteapot · 23 days

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Watermelon makes me nauseous

note: am v aware i have horrible taste lol

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feralteapot · 24 days

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face sitting with astarion

warnings: MDNI, NSFW, afab fem reader, dom astarion, submissive reader, cunnilingus, astarion being a bit of a tease, implied to be after the end of the game.

"I said sit, love." Astarion tells you, wrapping his hands around your plush thighs, lightly tugging at you in an attempt to make you settle down overtop his mouth.

However, he is met with nervous resistance from you, with the outright refusal to fully sit down, opting to hover over his face. A mumbled explanation falls from your lips, "but I don't want to hurt you, star... what if-"

Astarion cuts you off before you can finish your words, he doesn't want your explanation. He wants you to sit, to taste you, to allow you the pleasure of coming undone from his mouth alone from a new angle. "You act as if you will suffocate me-"

He leans his head up, licking a stripe across your slick cunt before finishing his sentence, "you seem to forget, I do not need to breathe, my sweet."

He grips your thighs and tugs again, harder than before, and with the tadpole no longer there affecting his vampiric strength... it's no problem for him to get you exactly where he wants you. Just one tug is all it takes, and you're properly seated on his face despite your protests.

He is almost too good at using his mouth- his tongue collecting your slick with intention, leading to working your clit in a way that has you wanting to weep from pleasure. Your hands end up tangled in his hair, gripping his silver curls for dear life, effectively drawing a pained yet aroused groan from his lips.

Wanton moans fill the air, cascading out of you when you feel the reverberation of his groan against your soaked cunt. You can feel him smirk against you- he knows despite your original protests, you enjoy this more than you thought you would.

He teases at your thighs with his fangs, gaining a whimper from you before going back to paying attention to where you need him most. It's all in the way he sucks at you oversensitive clit, the way he laps at your arousal- only he can get your thighs trembling within minutes, and reduce you to having no thoughts but only of what he's making you feel.

He chuckles quietly when you attempt to lift your hips, and get away from the intense pleasure he is granting you, "don't run away now, darling." He taunts, before pulling you back down to his mouth and circling your clit with his skilled tongue to push you over the edge.

Because above all else, he loves the way you lewdly moan his name as you come undone. You sound so salacious, so beautiful. He works you through your orgasms always, never faltering in his ministrations no matter how much you wail and tremble.

So, Astarion grips your thighs tightly, not allowing you to get away from him- even when you're falling forward and holding onto the headboard to keep upright. He keeps you there until you're gushing, until he's sure you've had enough. Only then does he let you go, to let you collapse on the bed beside him, in an attempt to catch your breathe.

He wipes his mouth clean of your arousal, and gives you only a moment before crawling over your body, hooking his knee under your leg to spread you wide for him, "I hope you know, I'm not done with you yet, my love."

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion smut #astarion x reader #astarion ancunin #bg3 smut #Asigfhgdshdhsh #AUGH #HELP

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feralteapot · 24 days

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Taste You Better

summary: tbh was talking to @feralteapot about touch starved Miraak and ooghhh they all gotta be touch starved and horny now. feat: Miraak, Brynjolf, Vilkas, Erandur, Arnbjorn warnings: explicit sexual content, minors shouldn't read or interact. a bit of overstim perhaps

"Slow." Miraak panted, eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught of sensations. You paused, breath hitching in your throat when you saw the deep red of his cheeks. "Be slow with me." "Been a while?" You jested, ignoring the eager anticipation shivering just under your skin. You couldn't recall long it had been since you'd touched another - heart racing from his thumb swiping over your wrist. "You have no idea," he groaned, trapping your hand against his chest. Undone robes revealed the skin beneath, stained with swirls of black ink across scarred skin. Just the sight of him was enough to heat your blood. You'd never felt anything like him. Decades ago in your youth a romp in bed with some flirtatious partner had done the job but this was slow, deliberate and drawn out. Miraak's fingers dragging over your skin left you quivering more than any quick fuck ever had. It felt like nothing compared to the lifetimes he'd spent stuck in Apocrypha. He gazed up at you, lips parted and dark hair fanned across the pillow, and something terribly similar to love slithered into your heart. One roll of his hips left you nearly undone. Your thighs squeezed as curses flew between your lips. In the heat of the moment you'd seated yourself atop him but hadn't prepared for that. "Too much?" You hardly heard him through the pounding of your blood. Arousal stole away your senses, narrowing everything down to the throbbing deep between your legs. "No." You gasped, cautiously grinding your hips into his. Miraak's groan was filthy, a low rumble you'd never heard before. Somewhere beneath the layers of clothing his cock pulsed against you, hips rolling in a comfortable rhythm that set your nerves on fire. You didn't even need him to fuck you. The grinding of his hips into yours, cock needy under all those robes and breathy little sounds enough to send you close to orgasming. It was more than you'd ever felt, heart pounding in your chest in time with whispered praise dripping from your lips.

"Hold on, love." Brynjolf chuckled, the casual tone of his voice betrayed by the unabashed lust in his eyes. Your cheeks burned when firm hands gripped your jaw, holding you in place. "It's been quite a while since someone was eager to get in my armor, go easy on me." Your fingers stilled over the waist of his pants. His dick was already throbbing through the armored pants you'd practically been pawing at, fueling the fire within you. He gazed down at you, clutching that lovely red hair away from his face before nodding. "Alright," he gulped, eyes fluttering closed when you thumbed open his pants. "Carry on." You should continue, remove those pants and revel in the skin beneath, but there was something awfully arousing about his hips grinding needily into your face. The cock trapped under his pants twitched against your cheek. Brynjolf's skin was hot where your fingers played along his stomach. This moment, his hips bucking in search of contact, was far more intimate than any filthy fantasy you could have summoned. You were making a mess but couldn't stop. Brynjolf groaned your name, rings tangled in your hair while he clutched your face to his cock. The muscles in his thighs flexed as half formed curses fell from his lips. Shivers ran up your spine and fuck, you knew you were messy but this felt better than any sex you'd ever experienced, breath hot and face buried against his cock. Brynjolf was completely undone when your tongue dragged over his clothed dick, hips shuddering and head falling back in pleasure.

Face buried in the mattress, Vilkas' groan sent a shiver up your spine. Your hands stilled on his back - had you truly heard that? His muscles tensed impossibly tighter under your palms as you waited for whatever came next. You hadn't anticipated anything more than helping him - he'd been complaining about his back since he'd dragged you halfway across Skyrim after that awful encounter with too many bandits. A back rub to relieve some of that pain was all you'd intended, though it would be a lie to deny your excitement at seeing him shirtless. "You alright?" You asked, trying to be cautious despite the alluring sight of his bare back. "Did I hurt you?" "No." He grunted into the heap of blankets. "Sorry, you can continue." Getting to touch all his muscles was glorious. You struggled not to notice the sharp line toward his waist despite practically straddling it. It had been a while since you'd been intimate what anyone but just the sight of him was enough to fluster you. Flexing your fingers and attempting to work the knots out of his muscles, you heard that guttural groan again. Arousal shot through your body as Vilkas' hips ground down into the mattress, fingers clutching desperately at the blankets as he fought to contain it. Fuck, he looked pretty. Your little crush on Vilkas exploded when he moaned your name, hips rolling seductively under you. "I'm so sorry. That was foolish. I shouldn't have -" Vilkas blurted. Instinctively your hand pressed to his back, keeping him firmly against the mattress. You knew he could easily throw you off but he stilled, muscles tensed as he awaited your response. "Don't stop." You panted, glad he couldn't see the deep blush in your face. Slowly, you continued running your hands down his back, applying just enough pressure to wring every little sound from him.

Erandur's voice made your name sound poetic, even beautiful when it slipped between clenched teeth. Your legs were tangled around his waist, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of his throat. You knew he would scold you for leaving marks, perhaps Lady Mara and her entourage of priests would disapprove, but the sounds he made were entirely worth it. He made you feel electric. Simple touches were more arousing than the more intimate ones you'd shared with anyone else. Delicate fingers tracing up the back of your neck sent thrills down your spine, shivering in his lap while he caught his breath. "You are too generous with me," he panted, though his head tilted back to allow you further access. The front of his robes parted and you caught a glimpse of that delicious chest, eager lips trailing down his collar bone. He was intoxicating. It had been years since you'd last considered companionship, longer since you'd bothered to think about sex - but he'd ruined that. Erandur had smiled at you, nervously admitting to his feelings and you knew you were ruined for all others. "Darling." He groaned, petting through your hair. His skin was slick with sweat and the aftermath of messy kisses, making it far too easy to sink your teeth in - just enough to make him whine. "You are too good to me - too good for me, Lady Mara forgive me."

Arnbjorn was not one to be rushed - taking your time was necessary. You'd spent quite a few years focusing solely on climbing the ranks of the Brotherhood, casting silly thoughts of companionship out the window and narrowing yourself down to a singular focus. Not even becoming the Listener broke your concentration - apparently only he could manage that. "I'll be careful." You insisted, though you were practically quivering from the simplest of touches. Arnbjorn huffed out a laugh when he watched you, somehow making the few inches of bed between you seem like miles. "I'm not fragile." He grunted, though his eyes nearly rolled back when your hand slid up his chest. Sucking in a deep breath Arnbjorn allowed you to scoot closer, fingers trailing up his neck to trace his lips. Gods, he was beautiful. You couldn't say it aloud - he would have some snarky retort, but watching his cheeks heat while you traced his features was stunning. A large hand clamped down on your hip and dragged your body to his, muscled arms wrapping around you. You could drown in him. Arnbjorn buried his face in the crook of your shoulder, a sinful moan escaping his mouth when you tentatively combed through his hair. Everything felt like it drew him closer and closer to the verge of being too much. You'd never heard him make such sounds, hips grinding yours into the mattress and demanding hands exploring every inch of you. "Seems it's been too long." You joked, listening to Arnbjorn pant merely from your hands wandering toward his waistband. You felt him shudder, sharp teeth scraping against your throat in a mock threat.

#oughfhfbfg #skyrim #x reader fanfic #skyrim x reader #nsft #mdni #miraak #brynjolf #vilkas #erandur #hhdhgdhdhfhfhdhfhdhfhrhrhft #arnbjorn

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feralteapot · 24 days

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Lucien Flavius, me boy, how I do adore you. No minors allowed, 18+, warnings are as follows:

Content: Blow job, cunnilingus, fem dom / male sub, discussions about asexuality / demisexuality, teasing. Ask for any additional content warnings if necessary. Word count is 2582, first person pov, character involved is my self insert.

Lucien was just as shy as I was really.

We’d never really talked about more than basic romantic stuff, if the topic came around. Kaidan was definitely the more lustful of three of my boys, but I wanted to make sure I was achieving what they all wanted from this relationship with me.

When I brought up the idea of us having a date, he was very shy and easily red in the face. He let me take him out for dinner, just the two of us, and we had a lovely night together.

We danced to our own tune outside in the dark, alone, laughing and enjoying ourselves. It was an enjoyable experience.

But when we went home, he stopped me, looking rather nervous.

“I-I, um… you see, I’ve never…”

I squeezed his hand reassuringly. “It’s okay. I’m not into that if you don’t want to. I just want you to be happy.”

His cheeks were bright red as he slowly shook his head, palm sweaty from nerves. “N-no, I… I would like to… but…”

I smiled at him softly, cupping his cheek. “I can lead, if you want. I don’t mind.”

His shy nod was so cute! I couldn’t help myself from teasing him by gently gliding my thumb over his bottom lip.

“Safe word is stop. Can you be a good boy and repeat that for me?”

“S-safe… word is… stop…” He swallowed thickly, eyes not leaving mine for an instant. I slowly leaned in to kiss him, and he shivered.

“Good boy.”

I wasn’t often a dom in a sexual relationship, but I’d done it once or twice before. I just needed to get to know what Lucien wanted out of me. He was so shy, sometimes unable to speak. I understood perfectly, often in the same position with Inigo or Kaidan.

Entering the bedroom, ever so slowly, I took away pieces of clothing from the both of us. At times, I told him to remove something from me that he wanted to see underneath the most, and he nearly combusted each time, but was a very good sub.

I simply relaxed as I sat on the bed next to him, nails light as a feather crossing his skin and mouth against his neck. He didn’t seem to know what to do with himself and merely gripped the blankets underneath us.

I pulled away slowly, peering up at him. “Do you need a minute?”

“I-I,” he stuttered, unable to meet my gaze. His face was beyond red. He eventually nodded and I chuckled.

“You’re allowed to say that, you know. That’s part of the safe word too. It doesn’t mean we have to stop entirely, it lets me know you need a second or that something is wrong.” I gently rubbed my thumb across his knuckles, trying to soothe him.

He grimaced slightly after a moment, and when I gave him a questioning look, he shook his head further. “N-no, it was… a not great thought. Sorry.”

“What? You can talk to me about anything sweetie.”

He hesitated for a long minute before glancing away. “I just… I feel somewhat inadequate compared to Inigo and Kaidan. I’m not particularly ugly I don’t think, but I’m not rather buff and handsome or quick witted and funny.”

I gently reach over and cup his face to pull him back to me. “Lucien honey. They aren’t in this conversation right now. It’s just the two of us, no one to compare ourselves to. What they provide to me is something only they can provide, just like what you provide to me is all your own.”

“And… what do I give you?” He asked. I chuckled.

“You really don’t know? Every day you teach me something wonderfully new. Your excitement for learning piques mine, in ways neither Kaidan or Inigo have done for me. You’re sense of wonder is so refreshing, it’s like I’m seeing the world with fresh eyes all over again.” I leaned over and gently kissed his lips. “You make everyday worth living to see and learn something new.”

“But is that really enough?” He asked after a moment, having been slightly chasing after my lips when I pulled away. “I just don’t understand how that can be appealing to you versus those two…”

“It’s not versus anyone honey, you know that.” I gently corrected, giving him a look. “I love you all so very much. You mean the world to me, and I would do anything to keep you all safe. And it is enough. You’re handsome, for what it counts, and smart. I love debating on the differences and similarities of our worlds together that I often look forward to them when we have the chance to.

“And I’m very attracted to you. I may not show it sexually in a way that is often brought out by Kaidan, or more romantically like Inigo, but I promise you I am. I would never do something like this,” I slide my hand gently over his lap to his groin, causing him to squeak, “With someone I wasn’t interested in.”

“Y-you’ve, ah, said that before-” I remove my hand just as slowly as I put it on, and he shudders before continuing, “Yo-you make a mention of that quite often. Not, er, being so sexually active.”

“I’m what’s known as ‘asexual’ and ‘demisexual.’ Not the reproductive variety that’s commonly referred to for plants, but the lack of sexual attraction to people.” I shrug at his surprised look. “I don’t mind having sex so long as I get to know the person first. That’s where the ‘demi’ comes in.”

“So… you’re not really sexually attracted to any of us?” Lucien questioned. I seesawed my hand.

“I’m not daft. You’re all very appealing, aesthetically. And I don’t mean it in any offensive way, but I’ve never really been sexually attracted to anyone without knowing them for a while.”

“How interesting…” He looked off into the distance before shaking his head. “Oh, right. Sorry, we got carried away there.”

“It’s fine,” I assured, moving some hair behind his ear. His face grew warm. “Did you want to stop, or are you feeling better now?”

“I… I’m not sure.”

“Then we’ll stop for now. That’s okay, I promise.” He looked sad at the prospect and I tilted my head. “What’s wrong?”

“I just… I don’t know. I want to. You’re-” He stops shy, face turning redder, before pushing out, “You’re very pretty. And I am sexually attracted to you. I’m just…”

“Nervous?” I offered. He eventually nodded. “We can take things as slow as you want, Lucien. I don’t mind how many breaks we may need, or if we never get to it at all. It’s just you and me tonight.”

He sighed, taking my hand and squeezed it. “Thank you. I’m very grateful for it.”

I brought up our hands to softly kiss his knuckles and smile. “That’s what partners are for. Open communication and discussion of what we both want from this.”

“I’m nothing if not useful for discussions!” He says lightly, and I chuckle.

“You’re useful for everything, including discussions.” I moved closer to him on the bed, hand lightly on his thigh. “Do you want me to keep going?”

He swallowed and nodded, jumping a little as I brushed my hand over his thigh.

“Relax, sweetie. I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

And I did. It took a lot of reassurances, but I worshipped the man for hours to let him know he was enough.

From kisses, to licks, to love bites, I covered my mouth over nearly every part of his body, making him squirm, gasp, and moan. He was so shy about making sounds, and it was very cute. I understood suddenly why Inigo and Kaidan enjoyed doing it to me. His embarrassed whimpers and trying to hide behind his hands made me want to do so much more to him.

I trailed my lips over his cock as it throbbed, taking him in happily. He was losing himself as I had my fun, coating him in my saliva and suckling him till he damn near exploded.

But I pulled away before he could, kissing his thighs and letting him relax eventually. My eyes were teasing as he groaned in despondency, eventually moving towards begging for release, which I’d never thought would sound so sweet in my life.

Giving him the option of my mouth or for him to take me inside, I was surprised when he wanted me to continue with my mouth. He was very shy about it, but I didn’t mind in the least.

I let him coat my mouth as he finally, finally was allowed to cum, relishing the way his hands held my face and his hips stuttered against me on their own. His song, a long, high pitched moan, was as sweet as his cum.

I was honestly surprised about it, but all the more glad for it.

He was left breathless on the bed as I helped clean him up, gently denying him to help to let him relax. I moved to snuggle against his side when he stopped me.

“A-aren’t you…?” He tried asking, and I shrugged.

“I’m definitely hot and bothered, but I’m fine if I don’t get anything in return. There’s no need to do anything you aren’t comfortable with honey. I’m okay.”

I tried to reassure him as best I could, but he was very displeased with the idea.

“I-I’ve read enough to know what to do to help you,” He said, hand rubbing against my ribcage.

I smiled, shaking my head. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

“Then…” I gently pulled him close, brushing our noses together. “What are you waiting for?”

He shuddered, eyes half lidded. I bit my lip to keep from smiling outright.

He was such a sub.

“Do you want to take lead, or do you want me to tell you what to do?” I moved my hand to scratch the back of his scalp slow. His breathing became slightly increased, cheeks blooming red.

“I-I want you to tell me how you like it.”

“Then move down, sweetie. Get between my legs.”

I gave him a kiss before letting him go, and he obediently moved between my legs. I moved my hands to stroke myself, pulling my lower lips open a bit and watched my juices slowly glide down.

“Oh, you’re very wet,” Lucien said in surprise, before going beat red. I giggled.

“What can I say? You’re very attractive.”

His face stayed bright red as he shuffled in place. I was more and more surprised at how natural of a sub he was.

“You’re such a good patient boy. I cleaned you off with my mouth, why don’t you do the same?”

I’d never had someone go down on me before, but the look on his face was worth it. Perhaps he wasn’t so interested in typical penetrative sex?

I thumbed my clit as Lucien hesitated for only a moment before leaning down and kissing my inner thighs. I was touched by how gentle he was; performance nerves or virginity aside, he definitely read something that had me reclining backwards to sigh happily.

As his mouth brushed over my cunt, I placed my hand on his head and gently rubbed it. He peered up, blinking in surprise.

“Sorry,” I said softly, but didn’t remove my hand. I grinned instead, gently scratching his scalp. “I just love the sight of you between my legs, that’s all.”

His face burned brightly, and I couldn’t hold back a laugh. So cute.

“I didn’t think you’d be as crass as Kaidan.”

“Oh honey,” I tut softly, “I’m worse.”

He looked doubtful at that, but I just grinned knowingly. He seemed unsure after that.

I tugged lightly on his hair, making myself a bit more comfortable against the pillows. “I didn’t say stop pleasing me. You want to keep being a good boy, don’t you?”

“What happens if I’m not?” He asked, rather boldly. He seemed to have surprised himself just as much as me, causing me to smile.

“Well… keep disobeying me and you’ll find out, won’t you?”

I let go of his head, and start to tease myself. He looked surprised, and any time he made a move to try and help, I brushed him off gently.

I could see him growing confused as I trembled against my own hands, puffing out hot air slowly. “Naughty boys don’t get to play. Are you going to be good…? Or will I have to force you to watch me take myself?”

His eyes grew wide at that, face burning brightly. I merely kept toying with myself, my hips bucking up on their own accord any time I thumbed my clit just right, and often just barely strayed from his mouth. He swallowed thickly, watching my hands.

“I-I’ll be good. Promise.”

Reluctantly, I removed my hands and sighed, playing with my chest. “Good. Now…”

I didn’t even get to order him as he trailed his tongue over my clit, suckling on it carefully. I gasped at the feeling, placing my hand on his head again, and struggled to keep my legs from squeezing his head.

He seemed to sense my ‘distress’ as he lifted up my legs over his shoulders, and I quickly linked them together behind his head. My thighs were firmly pressed into his cheeks, trembling as he licked and sucked like a dream.

“Ff… hah…!”

I couldn’t get myself to speak much with his rather intense care. He seemed to understand that- while he and I both enjoyed him squeezing my thighs- his hands had a better use that he’d seen me do to myself.

Carefully, he slid a finger in at a time, curling each one slowly against the roof of my quivering walls. I struggled to stay quiet, clutching the blankets underneath me as he found- rather quickly- the bundle of nerves inside of me.

My cunt was dripping more and more as he kept himself busy; holding my right leg to him, face buried against my clit and fingers stroking and flexing inside of me.

I arched my back as I neared my release, squeezing my thighs around his head and letting out a very loud moaning whimper. My vision curled white as I shuddered, slowly and eventually relaxing into the bed.

I was sweaty and gasping for air when I came to; Lucien having cleaned me and himself. He was holding me close as I regained my senses, looking a little worried.

“Was that too much?”

I shook my head, a happy smile on my face. “The… best…” My breathing was so labored, I hadn’t been anticipating that. “Where’d… you learn… that?”

His cheeks warmed brightly, and looked much more pleased now after my admittance. “I did tell you I studied.”

“So good…” I murmur, turning to snuggle into his arms. “Proud of you…”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of my head. “Is that a normal thing to say after sex? Should I say thank you?”

“S’fine,” I assured. “You were jus’ so nervous… but you did so well.” I leaned up to kiss his jaw a few times, causing him to fluster. “I love you Lucien.”

He didn’t respond, and only held me tighter, but I knew he loved me too.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, happily dozing most of the next day away.

#hdhdhgshdwhdbe. h u uh #he #hello ???#lucien flavius #lucien skyrim #allora #mature #suggestive #tes #skyrim #nsft #mdni #aughghdbdef

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Taliesin has quite a few horny posts that I've had tucked away for a while. 😳 They're all coming out now. Among other things...

No minors allowed, 18+, content warnings are as follows:

Content: Bathing, discussions about sexual intimacy discomfort and subsequent trust, dom/sub/switch, teasing. Ask for additional content warnings as necessary. Word count is 1320, semi-Taliesin perspective, semi-third person perspective.

“Close your eyes,” Allora says softly, brushing his face with her thumb.

Taliesin acquiesces to her request, slightly tense as the warm waters glide down his hair; her hand delicately scrunching through it to rinse out the soaps used to cleanse his hair.

He wasn’t sure what to expect when she asked to take a bath with him. Surely something sexy. It wasn’t often his reluctant leader turned affectionate partner was in the mood for anything sexual— not that he minded— but taking a bath together was surely a sign she was in the mood.

Instead he was talked into her bathing him somehow, with those eyes that begged and pleaded with him without her saying a word. It was maddening how easily he was swayed by her nowadays.

Her soft hands— lightly calloused from training— roamed over his face, massaging his tissues and muscles in a way that had him melting. He never questioned why he let her have her way— most of the time— when he had this kind of affection to look forward to.

“You’re so handsome,” she whispered softly, smiling warmly down at him as he opened his eyes. “Thanks for doing this with me.”

“I believe I should be the one thanking you,” he chuckled softly, keeping his voice low. He didn’t want to disrupt the peace that had settled over their quiet time any more than she did. “Though I will take the credit, if you so wish.”

She snorts, shaking her head and lathering her hands up again. “Credit thief. Lean back and close your eyes.”

Smiling to himself, he did listen— this time— and let her have her way with him.

That sort of thought process, nor her body being so close, was helping him in remaining calm down there, but hopefully she would simply ignore it if she wasn’t in the mood.

Allora adjusted herself on his lap, as he thought she would, but he couldn’t help but flinch and open his eyes as she settled herself more firmly onto him— onto his—!

“Shh,” she murmured. Her breasts were incredibly close to his face, and he swallowed thickly at the sight of her shiny, soapy skin just inches from him. “Can you stay calm for me?”

“That is quite the tall order, my dear,” Taliesin grunted out, turning his head slightly. She wasn’t in the mood. She wasn’t in the mood. Calm down. Focus. Just… relax.

“Sorry.” She chuckled, gently turning his face to her again. She gently kissed his forehead, and he had to withhold a groan.

“Dangerous game, little missy.”

“I know.” Allora grinned, combing her fingers through his tresses gently and massaging his scalp. He couldn’t keep his groan inside this time, leaning more into her devilish fingers.

Her surprised yelp turned moan was his indication that his hips bucked upwards on their own accord, making him stiffen and open his mouth to apologize—

Only for him to let out an elongated moan of his own as her hips rolled against him in kind, sloshing around the bubble filled waters nearly over the lip of the basin.

“Ch—cherub,” Taliesin tried, gripping her hips tightly to keep her from moving. “Please—”

“I—” She tried speaking, face redder than he’d ever seen as she pulled away from him, hiding it with a soap covered hand. The words grew stuck in her throat as she tried to speak, but could only let out small noises.

“I must apologize,” he quickly said to her, crossing his legs carefully. “That was not quite so intentional on my behalf.”

Allora looked like she was hardly listening; even the tips of her ears turning such a bright red, he half thought to turn the water cold.

“I—” she tried again, pitch rather high. “I’m sorry—”

“That was hardly on your part, Cherub,” Taliesin said softly, refraining from touching her until she gave the okay.

She fidgeted lightly, cleaning the soap from her hands and nervously glanced in his direction. She looked far too meek for his liking.

“Shall I clean off my hair and give you your space?” Taliesin offered.

Allora shook her head, wet hair smacking her in the face. Hesitantly, she moved back over to him, glancing at him shyly.

He blinked. “Are you… interested?”

Allora was too wound up to speak, and she simply nodded after a minute, but he tutted.

“I won’t accept anything but verbal affirmations, young lady. I need to make sure this is what you want and not something you’re doing simply to please me.” Taliesin said firmly.

Her sad eyes had (nearly) no effect on him, and he merely waited for her to finish fidgeting again for her to speak.

“I… want to try…”

Her gaze was downcast as she clasped her hands together. “...I trust you. And I’m… tired of being afraid of physical intimacy. I do want to please you— and the others— but I… felt like you wouldn’t judge me, if I asked.”

“I hardly think the others would judge you— if they did, we’d have words, I assure you.” Taliesin said, gently reaching out a hand to her. She took it delicately, like she was afraid he would spurn her, and he carefully guided her to settle on his lap once more.

“I—it’s… I don’t know… I’ve always felt strange about sexual stuff, so my brain makes me think if I don’t ask in the ‘correct’ scenarios or times, I lose my chance.” Allora mumbled, not meeting his eyes as her hands slid over his shoulders to link behind his neck.

“Believe me, my week old bowl of apple cabbage stew, that Kaidan and I would be more than happy to have you any time of the day.” He purred, rubbing his thumb against her plush hip. Her face burned as her body twitched from his touch, and he could only chuckle. “Sensitive little thing, aren’t you?”

“Shut up,” she grumbled. “I’ll leave you high and dry, god damn it.”

“Ooh, a threat. My, you certainly fall into the role of a dominant quickly.” Taliesin grinned lasciviously.

“I’m a switch,” she sniffed. “I like the thought of being choked out and fucked into the bed as much as I like the idea of being on top and making someone beg to cum.”

If she was red in the face earlier— by the gods, he was hotter than Magnus itself. Her gasp and burning cheeks let him know she could feel it too.

“Where did you get such a mouth on you?” He demanded to know, panting lightly. “Talking about such dirty things. Where did my meek little Cherub go?”

“Shut up and let me wash your hair out before you get crazy,” she muttered, face burnt red.

It was a struggle to let her do it without some attention seeking. Gripping her hips, rocking his, brushing his hands over her nipples; the way she writhed and gasped made him feel exalted at being her first.

“Am I your first?” He asked, blinking his eyes open.

“Um, physically.” Allora said slowly. “I’ve explained before how in my world, we could communicate long distance, right?”

“Yes those… things.” He couldn’t remember the word, but he blamed that on a lack of blood going north at the moment.

“We called it sexting. So I know what I’m doing… in theory…” She murmured, carefully squeezing his hair dry, chest pressed close to his face once more. She didn’t seem to realize. “...But I’ve never been physically touched, no.”

“Are you certain you want me to be your first?” He asked softly. “I certainly won’t be offended if you’d prefer someone else.”

A small kiss is on his forehead the second he finishes that sentence, a smile forming on her lips.

“I’m sure. Come to bed?”

He could die on the spot. “You lead, I follow.”

Allora rolled her eyes playfully. “So nothing’s changed, I see.”

Cheeky minx.

#huuhfgbggdhfbfgdf #taliesin skyrim #allora #dragonborn oc #suggestive #short #fic #oneshot #skyrim #aufhg #hello good sir??#this wasnt on my bingo card but i mean #hfhdhdhf

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Can I please get some Miraak porn from you? Pretty please? I just finished the Miraak quest line and I get it now. I get it. I want him so bad now. Me, the last dragonborn, and him, the first dragonborn, need to fuck like crazy aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA

OOOGH YES absolutely

f!lbd/miraak smut under the cut because it's not safe for work! it's explicit and sexual! minors don't interact!!

Apocrypha shook as it crumbled, its sickly ocean thrashing as the structures buckled under Mora's rage. The Last Dragonborn knew fleeing was the only option but couldn't move - Miraak's gloved hand was twisted in the front of her robes, panic clear in his dark eyes. His mask smoldered nearby, ruined in the destructive fire of her unwieldy spell.

"Leave." He snarled as he shoved the Dragonborn. She fell on her ass but clung to him, nails digging into the thick material of his gloves. The thought of losing him was terrifying - Miraak, the First Dragonborn, the only one who truly understood what it meant to live with the Thu'um.

"Come with me." She gasped, thrilled when Miraak's fingers began to curl into her chest. For a moment it seemed that he didn't want to be left behind.

"Mora won't allow me to leave." His voice was low as if he feared Mora overhearing. "I'm too ingrained in this Plane. You must flee, Little Dragon."

"No, you're -"

"You must go!"

Wrestling through her pack the Dragonborn struggled to maintain her hold on Miraak's hand. He wrenched away from her still demanding that she escape but that nervous flutter refused to be ignored. She didn't want to return to a world without his teasing voice and the way he inserted himself in her tasks. Despite being a pain in the ass his intrusions had become the only reliable part of her life.

Dark clouds swirled when she flipped through the Black Book. Their little island pitched dangerously in the wake of Mora's tantrum and she felt the thick, oily magic dancing over her skin. In a matter of moments she would be home on Nirn.

Miraak's hand slipped free of its glove and she clawed blindly for him, blinded by the Book's magic as it pulled her back toward Nirn. She heard herself shrieking his name, reaching wildly and praying that she caught him.

The silence of her home was almost painful after the magnitude of Apocrypha. The Dragonborn didn't open her eyes - her fingers ached but refused to release her grasp on his glove. A deep ache swelled in her chest when she realized the sheer loneliness of returning to Nirn without Miraak. If he perished within Apocrypha she really was the Last Dragonborn, alone and adrift.

Under her it felt as if the ground was shifting and the Last Dragonborn prayed she wasn't going to be sick. Teleportation always did a number on her stomach.

"You going to get off me anytime soon?"

Miraak's smooth voice came was so close - so real. Hesitantly, the Dragonborn finally cracked one eye open. He sneered up at her, his nose just inches away. The floor she'd curled into had been his chest, the glove she clutched tucked into the mess of his robes. Her heart pounded but she didn't move a muscle, simply stared at him.

"You're here." She breathed, relieved tears springing to her eyes. She studied his face for the very first time - his dark eyes and even darker bags beneath them, the crooked set of a nose that had definitely been broken, bloodied lips that curled into a smirk when he caught her looking.

"Of course I am." His tone was flat, somehow putting distance between them while she was pressed to his chest. "You gave me little choice in the matter."

"You're here." The Dragonborn couldn't think of anything else but Miraak as her arms wound around his neck. He was stiff but she felt his hand rest so lightly on her lower back. "You're alive."

"Again, your fault."

There was no snarky comeback, none of the familiar banter. His lips were warm when she kissed him, nose knocking into his as eager fingers wound into his hair. For a moment she feared she'd misread him, that he would fling her across the living room in disgust.

Miraak's hands slithering up her back dispelled every thought from her head. His kiss was greedy, teeth scraping her lower lip and low moans rumbling in his chest. Without his gloves she felt every delicious trace of his fingers along her body.

Her bones turned to jelly when Miraak rolled them over, caging her against the hard wood floor. She could think of nothing else but his lips trailing down her throat, teeth biting selfish marks into her skin. Her legs wrapped around his waist in a desperate attempt to keep him close but the filthy moan it drew from Miraak's throat went straight between her legs.

"Always knew you'd be the death of me." He grumbled, still trying to sound angry when the Dragonborn's fingers opened the front of his robes. Her fingers splayed eagerly over the scarred skin of his chest and she wanted more of him. "Should've stayed away."

"Too late." The Dragonborn mumbled, desperately working to get those damned robes off him. Miraak's laugh was warm against their skin when he finally complied, his sharp teeth grazing over her breasts.

"Far too late," he hummed, easily removing her robes. The Dragonborn felt arousal pounding in her veins when Miraak's hungry eyes devoured every inch of her. His thumb traced an old scar and she shivered under the weight of his gaze.

Each of his touches left her nerves on fire. His arms sliding under her waist to drag her closer, his breath against her ear and lips pressing breathless kisses to her throat. The Dragonborn felt Miraak's cock throbbing against her thigh and her cheeks flushed.

Miraak wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

"You sure you want -"

"Yes." The Dragonborn groaned her answer, fingers digging into Miraak's back. Her hips bucked into his in search of friction, his cock pressed firmly into her thigh. Her skin was hot from his touches, eyes screwed shut as she sought release from the tight coil of arousal deep in her body. "Please, Miraak."

"Please what?" The deep timbre of his voice left goosebumps on her skin. His eyes stared straight into hers, chest heaving with every breath. "I want to hear you say it, Dovahkiin."

Oh fuck.

His voice practically purring their shared title did something. She felt her cheeks blush and she dragged Miraak closer, desperate for him to keep touching her.

"Oh, did you like that?" She could hear the sneer in his voice but there was nothing distracting her from the painfully slow way his hand moved toward his pants. "Very well, Dovahkiin. All you have to do is ask nicely and I'll fuck you until you can't remember your own name."

"Please, Miraak." She blurted, cheeks burning when his fingers combed into the back her hair, tilting her head back. It was thrilling to be so overwhelmed by his touch; free hand hanging tantalizingly close to his waistband, lips hot against her throat, that deep voice like velvet on her skin. "Please just fuck me."

Whatever words of praise he had were lost when he finally slid his cock along her cunt. The Dragonborn whimpered when he entered her, each inch sending waves of pleasure through her. She kissed him again, swallowing his deep moans when he finally stilled. He paused for just a moment, cock throbbing inside of her despite the almost sweet manner of his kiss.

Miraak's pace was punishing but she loved every bit of it. Her nails left nasty scratches on his back and she bit down on his lower lip, loving every slap of his hips into hers. His grip on her hair kept her close to his chest and she greedily ate up every sound he made.

She heard herself babbling while Miraak fucked her, grasping at his shoulders and dragging him closer. She wanted to feel every wonderful inch of him; his cock stretching her cunt, fingers punishing everywhere they gripped her as if she'd disappear, chest pressed so tightly to hers their breaths came in tandem.

He angled her hips upward just a bit and left the Dragonborn seeing stars. She heard herself coming undone in his arms when his cock slammed into that magical spot deep inside her. She moaned his name into his shoulder, biting into his skin to restrain the noises he seemed to tear out of her.

"Gods." She gasped into the hot skin of Miraak's chest, teetering on the verge of orgasm. It was like he knew - relenting just enough to keep her on the edge, her body clenching around him desperate for release.

"No gods here, Little Dragon." He whispered, hips slapping lewdly into hers. "Just me."

Something about his voice was enough. Pleasure splintered through her body like never before - no one else had made her feel this way. Every nerve felt white hot as wave after wave rolled through her body. Miraak didn't pause, thrusting only a few more times until he was falling with them.

Miraak collapsed on the Dragonborn, sweaty skin sticking together as they gasped for air. Her fingers sought his, twisting together as she slowly floated back to Nirn. Her head felt like it was spinning and she heard laughter bubbling past her lips at the insanity of her last few days.

"Quite the welcome you've provided." He murmured, kissing the overheated skin of her inner wrist. "Are you this excitable for all the ancient beings you drag back to Tamriel?"

"Only for you."

#miraak #skyrim #mdni #miraak/dragonborn #miraak/ldb #AAUUUGHGGHGGGFGGGGFHFFFFFD #hhgghghb #im the floor

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feralteapot · 24 days

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I think touch starved Miraak would absolutely melt if the Last Dragonborn so carefully unclasped his mask, making sure to be gentle when they lowered it and cupped his face. One thumb tracing over lips that have not been touched by another in eons. Or if the Dragonborn's fingers brushed his without thinking he'd become lost in the casual intimacy of their touch, the unspoken trust they've placed in him.

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feralteapot · 24 days

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i slept for like five hours time to be fucked up about some videogame man in a mask

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feralteapot · 24 days

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writing fic with no intention of posting it is so freeing. no grammar or spelling check. no worrying about cringe. just me, my little iced coffee, and a document titled ‘miraak hatefuck’.

#miraak #miraak/last dragonborn #skyrim #nsft #minors dni #hhfhdhdhsgdgsgdhdhwggdr

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feralteapot · 25 days

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Behold a concept that has overtaken my brain due to Vilkas Post

hell yeah bestie. the vilkas post in question. feat: Brynjolf x f!reader warnings: explicit sexual content. minors should not read or interact.

You should be more worried - anyone could hear you. Thieves could be lurking around any corner. Hell, any one of your coworkers could wander in from the Flagon to fall into their bunk. A dozen things could go wrong but you couldn't muster up the energy to care too much.

"Eyes on me, lass." Brynjolf purred, blunt nails combing through your hair. They twisted just enough to make you gasp, tugging until your eyes met his. Your hands clasped over the burning skin of your cheeks but you didn't stop, hips still bucking against his thigh. He smiled, the gentle fingers tracing your jaw completely betrayed by the harsh thrust of his thigh up into your cunt. "There's my good girl."

"Bryn." You whined, trying to retain some control despite the needy way you bucked into his armor. Every sinful sound made you wince but gods, it felt too good to stop. The full weight of his attention left your cheeks permanently red but every little ridge and seam in his armored pants sent you closer to the edge.

"Yes, love?" He cooed, sweet kisses trailing down your neck. It was all too much yet you wanted more - never in your life had you asked for anything but you needed him. "What do you need from me?"

"Just - I dunno, more." You stuttered, face buried in your hands. His leg raised just enough to force your hips closer to his, cunt rutting needily into his thigh. Each movement sent arousal splintering under your skin, not enough to make you cum but enough to leave you craving more.

"More?" He taunted, chuckling into your shoulder. "Like what?"

"Bryn." Gods, was he actually going to make you say it? Your hips bucked into his clothed thigh, cunt throbbing with every kiss he placed on your sensitive skin.

"Like this, lass?" The words sounded innocent but you had to bite back whatever needy sound tore up your throat. The calloused pad of his thumb pressed to your clit, lips leaving your skin so he could assess your reaction. One hand left your face to grab uselessly at his armored chest, fingers digging into the leather while his thumb drew little circles that nearly drove you mad.

"Ah, seems like a yes to me." He grinned, clearly proud of the waves of arousal pounding through your body. You could hardly think, all thoughts of being proper banished by the sheer pleasure of fucking yourself on Brynjolf's fingers.

"Who knew the shy gal from the marketplace could be so filthy? Ridin' me behind Mercer's desk." He tutted, fueling the heat in your face but you couldn't stop. Each hypnotizing swipe of his thumb over your clit and graceless thrust of your cunt on his thigh sent you higher and higher. "Been waitin' to get you out of that armor since you put it on."

Somehow, it still wasn't enough. A whimper slipped between your lips, eyes squeezed shut as every muscle in your body worked toward release. Sweat gathered along your back and your thighs burned but each thrust of your cunt against his soaked armor brought you closer to a high you couldn't seem to reach.

Pausing his ministrations, Brynjolf slipped two fingers deep into you. You heard yourself cursing but fuck, it seemed he knew exactly what you needed. It only took a few sloppy thrusts of your hips, Brynjolf's knuckles bumping into your thighs while soft words urged you on before you fell apart.

Everything tilted when the orgasm stole through your body. You heard yourself gasping his name, hips stuttering against his hand. Your grip on his armor kept you upright as the waves of sheer pleasure rolled through your body, every muscle blissfully loose.

"You look pretty when you're not all put together." Brynjolf's tease broke through your peace. Reality came hauling back as you clutched the open flaps of your armor to your chest, stumbling over apologies and excuses while you struggled to right yourself. He hardly reacted when you stepped away but those eyes pinned you in place.

"I'm sorry, gods I don't know what we were thinking -" your words ceased when Brynjolf raised his hand. Those two fingers still dripping from your orgasm slipped into his mouth, lips closing around his knuckles. His eye contact never relented as he sucked his fingers dry, causing that deep throb of arousal to kick up deep within you again.

"Got one more in you, lass?"

#brynjolf #brynjolf x reader #skyrim x reader #x reader fanfic #mdni #nsft #AUGH #HELLO #FHFHDHHDHF #HE #Brynjolf simpery

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vilkas making you ride his hairy thigh…..him staring up at you, dark eyes alight with wonder and lust…….seeing his chest tighten/his Adam’s apple bob when you whine in frustration……..is this anything

this is everything actually.... omg..... feat: Vilkas x f!reader warnings: explicit sexual content. minors should not read or interact.

"You doin' alright, doll?" Vilkas' deep voice rumbled through the room, sharp teeth visible behind that self satisfied smirk. Rough fingers gripped your thigh, clearly anticipating the way your hips bucked - that bastard knew exactly what he was doing. You were certain the shape of your nails had become permanent fixtures in his skin. Gripping his shoulders was all that kept you upright. Mindlessly, your hips ground down into the delicious muscle of his thigh, cunt grinding needily into the hairy skin you'd been gazing at all night. "Keep your eyes to yourself," he'd growled upon catching your shameless stare. "Or I'll make you regret it." "Please." For surely the hundredth time that evening, your voice broke on that one word. Another flash of those sharp teeth when Vilkas smiled and wrapped one large hand around the curve of your waist. "Please what?" Heat flushed into your cheeks at his directness, though that hand urging on each jerk of your hips threatened your resolve. "Come on, love. Don't get shy on me now." "Fuck me." Vilkas stared up at you, those hungry eyes never leaving yours. You gasped as the muscles in his thigh flexed, rubbing into your sore cunt and leaving you breathless. "Please, Vilkas -" You knew you were babbling but couldn't care. Your thighs burned but that damned orgasm was so close. All you needed was his cock in you but you'd settle for those lovely fingers currently wrapped around your thigh. It would be so easy, just a few pumps with him knuckle deep in you, fucking you just enough to brush that perfect spot only he could find. "Not yet." He grinned, snapping you out of that fantasy. Your hips jerked toward his, gasping something akin to his name. "I want to see you cum like this. I want to watch you get off just from riding me." "Gods," you whined, hips bucking and grinding down into his thigh. He was terribly annoying but his fucking voice was nearly enough to do it. Vilkas gulped, muscles in his chest tight when he gazed up at you. You knew that look - the predatory way he watched you bounce on his leg and whimper his name. It often ended with your bedsheets torn and your legs wobbly. "Cum for me." Vilkas' growl sent shivers up your spine. Tingles ran along every nerve when he gripped your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. Every little gasp only spurred him on, leg raising and muscles tensing while that deep voice pushing you closer and closer. "Just do that one thing and I'll fuck you 'til you can't think." Vilkas murmured, the grip on your thigh bruising. A mess of words tumbled from your mouth when finally you fucked yourself on the slick skin of his thigh enough to follow his orders. The orgasm shot through your body, nerves on fire as you collapsed into his chest. Wave after wave pounded through your body, hips stilling against his soaked skin. "Good girl," Vilkas growled, only adding to the fire burning deep within your loins. The world tilted as he laid you so gently on the bed, that thick chest sliding away from yours as he kneeled beside the bed. He peppered soft kisses around the overstimulated skin of your cunt, your hips jerking involuntarily with each one. You wanted to tell him to stop messing around and fuck you but bliss stole away your words. Nothing in the world mattered but those lustful dark eyes staring up from between your thighs and the stubble scraping over your inner thighs. "Let me take care of you now, yeah?"

#writing #skyrim x reader #x reader fanfic #mdni #skyrim #vilkas x reader #au gh #HELLO?????#huuhh #i am very slightly obsessed #help #help h elp #h elp #h. e l p #hhhfhfhfhfhfhdfhdhdhfhddhdhfhrff

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Black Out Days - NSFW Rugan Fic

Tags: NSFW 18+ only, oral, fem Tav, Dom Rugan, Rugan being an ass and unable to feel feelings, razor thin plot here, fast and loose with lore, PIV sex, general smut and way to much exposition (Im sorry - I wont judge if you just scan for the smut) 🫠

Words: 8000 (SORRY not sorry)

Read below or on A03 here ❤️

Months. Had it actually been months? No, it was just a few weeks, right? Tav wasn't really sure. She frowned, staring at the fire for a moment, goblet poised hallway to her mouth. Her companions sat around her, making idle conversation. She could ask; she was sure Gales record keeping was more diligent than hers but couldn't bring herself to bring up the words. No, she shook her head. It had been over a month, at least.

Time had seemed skewed recently as if the very fabric of realms has shifted. But that wasn't actually the case - she knew that much. It was their continuous arduous war they were fighting that skewed time. Tav felt battle weary in a way she never thought possible. In her very bones. Her very soul ached for the comfort of.... Of what? Mundanity? Normalcy? She couldn't even remember what life was like before this. Would there be anything to go back to? Anything other than this?

Every time she thought they had a handle on the situation, every glimmer of hope for a cure had only led them further and further into new realms of terrors. New foes to fight. New allies to try to help. It was never ending.

But now, finally, a last night in Rivington, a night away from entering the city. Baldurs Gate. Where for better or worse, their journey would be at an end. Baldurs Gate. Where so many weaving threads throughout their journey so far finally came together. How many people had they met along their path had told them to meet in Baldurs Gate? Bitterness crept up in her throat at that thought. Who would have made it? Who had been lost?

Baldurs Gate, where - a thought suddenly jolted back to her, snapping her out of her gloomy musings. A memory so soft among all the terrors she could almost convince herself she dreamed it; a memory of a sweaty passionate night stolen in a cave.

Rugan. She held onto the memory as long as she could like her own secret treasure. But the more perilous their journey got, the dimmer and more far away it felt. At the end of the day she would often fall directly into her bedroll, exhausted in her whole existence, terrified at what the next day would bring. No room for romantic fantasies. Even if she had the energy, it's not like she ever had the privacy to indulge herself in the memory; touch herself in a ghost of the way he had touched her.

But now, here on the cusp of a possible reunion she felt a shiver run down her spine. A little flower of hope blooming in her heart. Elfsong. She remembered that acutely. In another life she had spent many a night drinking there; had they ever seen each other? Would they have met before her life became a waking nightmare?

She tried to recall their fleeting awkward goodbye. The last lingering kiss shared before her party packed up and left. "Try not to die out there." He had said and it seemed there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. She stepped away and gave him a cool reassuring smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Months. That felt so long ago now it might have well have been years.

As quick as her heart felt the elation of hope at the memory, a crushing reminder of reality started to smash it back down. It had been months. Did he even make it back safely? If he did, would he even remember her? Even if he did, would he have moved on? They were one night, one single point in time among so many others. Maybe to him she was just another stop along his journey. Here she was acting like a moon-eyed girl when he might not even recall her.

But almost more painful, other than her questions about him, were her questions about herself. She felt eons apart from that silly girl in that cave. She even looked different; leaner, harsher maybe, battle hardened. A scar dragged down the edge of her cheek by her jaw from one of the ghouls below Moonrise. No healing seemed to be able to mend it fully. Gale offered to give her an enchantment that would hide it but she refused. She wore it proudly, sullenly - a harsh reminder to not get sloppy now.

She felt the metal cup slip from her hand as a tremor shook her at the reminder of that cursed place.

"Are you alright, darling?" Astarion’s lilting voice asked from beside her. She nodded absently and picked her cup up, leaving the fire without another word and heading back to her tent. Her thoughts swirled, again taking her from a sudden rush of hope and immediately pulling her back down to the dirt. The city would be the city. Where they had a mission to finish. She couldn’t let herself expect anything other than reality when she arrived. She wouldn’t allow herself to get distracted with disappointment now.

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Business in the city had been unfortunately bloody and messy; between stopping assassinations, searching for ways to spoil the new Archdukes plans, and dealing with what seemed to be every single person in the whole lower city needing their help – not to even mention helping her ill-fated companions – the whole thing felt overwhelming, to say the least. They had one goal upon reaching Baldurs Gate; stop the absolute. And yet, everyone seemed to want a piece of them and they had been pulled in every other direction than the one they needed.

Tav’s head spun and her mood worsened with each passing day. Even without the help of the tadpole she felt like a vice was slowly tightening on her head and being turned ever tighter with each new morning.

As a result of their multitude of obligations; they decided to split up for this new day. She sent Lae’zel, Gale, Wyll, and Shadowheart off to find the last assassination target while Astarion, Karlach, and Jaheira would go to the Thieves Guild to gather information about this mythical ‘Stone Lord’. It seemed inconsequential to Tav at first what squabbles were occurring in the city, but Jaheira insisted and if this Stone Lord gang had anything to do with the cult, they had to use every opportunity to weaken their hold on the city.

Tav, for once, found herself hanging back from the expeditions. She expected resistance or arguments but it seemed her companions whole-heartedly agreed with her. She had pushed herself to the brink of exhaustion and back again. It was fair time she took her own deserved rest. As the others left for the day she went down to the bar again to try to grab a bite.

Despite her previous promise not to give herself false hope, she still found her head swiveling the first few days every time they entered or exited the Elfsong. But after a few nights at the bar she had given up hope of any sort of reunion, and she convinced herself it was for the best. Whether she liked it or not, she had a duty to fulfill and there was already too much going on. She didn’t need any further complications entering into it.

After a quick drink she went out, deciding on some fresh air. She had hoped a walk, with nowhere particular to rush to, would be a welcome change of paceafter their days upon days of marches. Letting her mind wander, she found that she was trying and failing not to dwell on anything in particular, and once again the rush and worry about all they had to do fogged up her head.

Without meaning to she found herself approaching the docks. The pungent smell of the Chionthar and strong odor of fish wafting up to assault her nostrils. Tav let out a frustrated sigh at the ineffectual walk and had just about decided to head back when a noise caught her ears. A commotion. A quick shout that was cut off sharply.

Her ever growing annoyance at the entire situationin the city and curiosity drove her to go investigate. Someone was pleading, almost on the verge of tears. She turned and headed down an alley to the right which eventually expanded into a larger path and back to the main street.

“Please! I don’t have the money! Please, I’ll have it soon just give me more time.” A man was saying as she drew closer. Tav turned the corner to see two large men in dark leathers pinning what looked to be a fisherman, a vendor most likely, against a building. A small basket of fish had been tossed on the ground beside them, its slimy contents splayed out among the cobblestones.

“You have the money or we have your fingers.” One thug growled at the cowering man, holding a hand up close to his face and wriggling his fingers at him. Tav hesitated, surveying the scene for a moment. Finally she sighed and stepped closer, making her presence known.

“Oy! What the fuck are you doing?” She called out at the thugs.

“Bugger off, lest we get to you next.” The taller man of the two grunted with a glance at her. Tav glanced around herself; the rest of the roadway was blissfully empty, aside from occasional distant noise of people passing on the street at the end.

“Let him go.” She said more sternly, trying to seem intimidating. She knew this was dumb. This was the last thing she needed – getting in fights with thugs in the middle of a shakedown. She should be resting. But something in her had changed. How many times had she seen this exact same scene play out and was forced to turn away? How many times had she participated in a similar scheme? No more. The last few months had left her feeling wild and reckless. She couldn’t save everyone, but she couldn’t just walk by and let this play out.

Her hand strayed to her sword hilt, to show she meant business. The thugs exchanged a look and dropped the fisherman who picked back up his basket and scampered away.

“Oh, did you want a piece instead missy?” One of them said as he turned, cracking his knuckles and drawing a knife from his belt. Tav couldn’t help but feel it looked comically tiny in the meaty hand. She smiled at the thought which drew a scowl from them both as they continued to approach.

They would have been easily dispatched. They should have. Low level thugs on a shakedown like this; it was child’s play. By the nine hells, Tav had fought a god; street thugs couldn’t take her out after that. But her mood and exhaustion had made her tired and sloppy. She forgot a key aspect of the shakedown like this. Two meatheads to do the dirty work and a scout on lookout to deal with any passerby's or do-gooders looking to act the hero.

The tables had certainly turned. A few desperate times, Tav had once been that exact scout and now found herself caught off guard with a knife to her throat; watching the two brutes continue to approach, their frowns both replaced with ugly smiles.

“You should’ve just walked away lass.” A voice hissed in her ear as a strong hand tightly gripped her wrist, halting her movement to her sword. Her pulse pounded, already thinking of how to weasel her way out of this. At least the grunts had stopped their approach, waiting for direction or for her to be dealt with.

“Let me go. I’ll make it worth-” She started, hoping a bargain might at least give her a chance to fight back and felt the grip on her wrist tighten.

“You came a long way from Waukeen’s Rest.” The scout whispered, quieter this time, his breath hot against her ear. Her heart beat heavy in her ears and she had to wonder if she heard correctly. Waukeen’s Rest? How… as her mind reeled she felt the knife almost imperceptibly ease away from her throat. She chanced a turn of her head to the side and saw what she assumed must have been a wild hallucination. Her tadpoled mind had finally snapped. Her exhaustion had taken its grip on her maybe. Or, maybe the man had slit her throat and this was her dying mind conjuring up her last happy memory to ease her passing.

But no. She blinked hard and his face remained. Rugan. Here. Holding a knife to her throat. That was certainly not how she had imagined their reunion going.

“Fight back.” He hissed again and gave her a nudge. She felt his grip loosen on her hand and caught a flash of his eyes as they darted to the thugs then back to her. Oh. Right. She felt dizzy but allowed her instincts to take over, safe – hopefully – in the assumption that he meant to help her and wouldn’t actually slit her throat.

She raised her knee up high and jammed her heel down onto his foot. As his grip released, and for good measure, she thrust her elbow back at the same time, catching him in the chest to shove him back. The knife clattered to the floor.

The thugs, slow on the uptake of the unspoken deal, descended back upon her and tried to flank her to get an advantage. She was ready this time; short sword drawn she finished one quickly with a slice to his arm and a thrust of her pommel to his head and spun around to take care of the other only to see him fall down in a heap before her with a grunt. Behind him stood Rugan, panting slightly, a club in his hands.

He bent to check the men quickly, assuring they were only knocked out and not dead before standing and taking a firm look at her.

“You little fool.” He dropped the club, which fell with a loud thump onto the cobblestone street below them. “Go. Get out of here while I come up with a reason for this mess.” He sighed and looked around, making sure the scene hadn’t been witnessed. Tav was frozen in place, still staring him down. Too many thoughts were reeling through her brain, too many questions. But one stood out. She knew this gambit after all; this was a Thieves Guild play.

“You...you’re with the guild now?” She scoffed and looked him up and down. He was still emblazoned with Zhent gear; the flying serpent patch on the shoulder was a giveaway even if he had traded his typical leathers for a more drab fare. He scowled at her as if she had insulted him and bent down to pick up his dropped knife, sheathing it again.

“No. But the situation here is shite and thanks to some bad luck on my part...I’m out on loan. Zhentarim and the guild have a tentative…agreement for now.” He spat out as though it pained him to say it.

“They’re working together?” Tav frowned again, feeling increasingly out of her depth. Rugan rolled his eyes as if annoyed at her lack of understanding ran a hand over his face.

“Not exactly. But this new Stone Lord has everyone on edge. Better the devil you know and all that.” He muttered. “Go on. Get out of here.” He waved his hand at her dismissively.

Tav opened her mouth to speak but clamped it shut again, still not moving. After all that time spent longing and... he was just waving her off? She stared at him a moment more, and noticed he was looking all around, everywhere on the alley, the thugs, the ground; but not at her. As if he refused to meet her eyes.

“Rugan!” She finally snapped out at him. He sighed and finally looked at her. Beneath the anger, beneath the frustration at the situation, and beneath his scowling face – his eyes betrayed him. He looked almost... scared.

“What?!” He said back, voice trying to convey a tone that his eyes betrayed. Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline at almost getting her throat slit, maybe just seeing him again, or maybe her new found attitude considering the city was going to hells around them; whatever it was, her tongue felt looser than normal. All the feelings she had felt previously, all the anticipation bubbling up and once and taking over her desire to act tough.

“I looked for you at Elfsong.” She finally managed out.

His frown faltered, his eyes softening just a touch.

“I can’t go there anymore.” He said gruffly, hardening himself up again. “You really should go. Get out of here.” He started to turn away but Tav stepped forward and grabbed his arm, stopping him before the words even came to her mind on what she could say.

He turned back, glancing first at her hand then slowly back up to meet her eyes.

“Wait...I…” What could she say? Was she supposed to beg? Was this even the same man she had met before? She decided to speak his language, her senses finally coming back to her in a rush and her own face going cold. “You still owe me money. All that gear-” she started, remembering the deal they had made previously.

“Shhh!” He pulled her closer with her own grip on his arm, almost tugging her off her feet and shot her an angry look, eyes darting around again. She realized all too late that she had no idea what lies he might have spun about what really happened at the Zhentarim base beneath Waukeen’s Rest. Clearly, if he was on loan doing lowly scout duty, they had just barely believed him but even breathing of word of the truth into the air was risky.

“Look. Fine. Just get out of here before anyone see’s you. Meet me at this building tonight and we can settle up.”

He gave her an address she recognized a few blocks away from the Elfsong in an equally shady and run down part of town and shrugged her arm off. He gave her one last almost pleading look to leave and Tav finally turned away, heart hammering in her chest. Pounding the pavement with her boots as if to punish it for the hoped reunion that clearly wasn’t meant to be.

Rugan looked up to watch her leave. He didn’t need this. Not now. He had spent the last month since arriving in Baldurs Gate running from one bad situation to another. It was any wonder he was still alive, although his reputation – what was left of it already – was firmly in shambles. This added a complication he did not need right now.

He let out a deep sigh and looked back down to the body before him, thankful at least he had a witness this time to corroborate that this wasn’t his fault. He could deal with Tav later; he had his own ass to worry about right now.

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Tav arrived at the run down house at night; there was no specified time so she had waited until everyone had finished their meals and started to settle in for the evening before slipping away. The door to the front was unlocked and she slipped inside, looking around the dark interior. It looked mostly abandoned, but someone had clearly been staying here. She crept further inside, checking the small space was easy; there was just one large living space with a table and a wide opening leading to the bed.

She sighed and lit a set of candles; setting the holder down on the table. Of course he wasn’t here. Tav herself wondered why she had come after their chance encounter. She had been in the city that long and hadn’t seen him? A silly part of her wondered if he had been specifically avoiding her. No, she thought, that’s foolish. She reminded herself of her promise not to build this up into something it wasn’t. Its not a romance novel. Hes a Zhentarim agent. What did you expect? She chastised herself. She gave a sigh at her swirling thoughts and leaned against the wall. She would collect the coin, maybe make sure he was okay and leave. That was it.

Her mind had started to wander and her annoyance had taken firm hold when she finally heard the door swing open. Rugan entered and paused to latch the door behind him before turning back to her.

“I’m surprised you came.” He muttered and looked her up and down. She gave him a once-over as well. He had shed his work leathers for a simple tunic and had a bottle in one hand.

“Yeah, well, we had a deal.” She said, voice icy. He paced closer and gave her a wry smirk.

“Oh, have I done something to piss you off? I saved your life today remember?” He gave her a nod.

“I could’ve handled myself. And I guess that makes us even.” She replied. Without meaning to her mind flashed back to the night in the cave. She shook her head of the thought, determined to remain in control this time. “Actually not quite even. You still owe me my share.” She added, remembering the point of the conversation and their deal.

His face grew dark for a moment but he let it pass and brushed off her words.

“Deals deals deals. Everything in this damned city is deals and coin. And the rich get richer, and we…” he glanced to her, and decided against lumping her in, “folks like myself get tossed aside and left in the gutter.” He rambled on, swinging a hand around.

She cocked her head at him.

“You’re drunk.” She said and crossed her arms. He gave a shrug and took another sip from the bottle he held before walking a couple steps closer.

“Not drunk. Just been drinking. Can you blame me?” He added.

Tav rolled her eyes and leaned away from the wall; still angry at the lost hope the promised hint of joy this reunion would bring. She wondered how she had managed to build him, this very moment, up in her mind like some romantic fantasy; cursing herself again at her own foolishness.

“Well, you smell like a one copper beer and look like…” As she spoke he stood up straighter and narrowed his eyes at her, a slight smirk on his face. Eyeing his lean, tall figure and the sharp features of his face, she found herself suddenly recalling exactly why she had built him up so highly in her mind again and her words fled her.

“Go on...I can take a barb. Tell me what I look like?” He said confidently, daring her to finish the insult. He could almost guarantee nothing she said would hurt nearly as much as anything that happened to him previously.

“Forget it. So, I take it...you didn’t come here to trade coin?” She eyed him carefully. He paced closer still, that same cock sure swagger she had seen previously returning with every step. He raised an eyebrow at her, now only a pace away and Tav found herself backing up until her butt was returned against the wall to avoid bumping directly into him.

“I didn’t. Coin’s gone I’m afraid. Along with…” He hesitated, “well, along with most else of everything.” He gave a humorless chuckle at that, leaving Tav to only wonder what he meant.

“I should go then.” Tav started to move but he reached out his hand to stop her.

“Can’t we catch up first? Have a drink with me. I’m sure you could use it after today. I know I can.” He smirked at her again and held the bottle up between them. Tav stared him down. She had no time for this. There was so much to-do. So much to focus on. She couldn’t let this, him, distract her. Not now. Besides, he seemed to be fully entrenched in his own business and stewing in what ailed him.

His steely eyes assessed her carefully, waiting for some form of response. Ever impatient at her silent calculations, he leaned in a touch closer. “Don’t make me beg.” He purred out, a breath away from being fully on her.

Tav took a sharp breath in, any resolve she had – or resolve she was trying to pretend to have- sneaking readily out of her reach. She stared at him a moment, assessing the sharp lines on his face, trying to glean what was troubling him so much.

“Fine.” She finally sighed and reached up for the bottle between them only to find him pulling it sharply out of reach.

“Ah.” He chastised her with a click of his tongue and a small shake of his head. Tav once again narrowed her eyes and cocked her head at him. He reached his free hand up to stroke a rough hand across her cheek, lingering for a moment on her lips before firmly grabbing her chin. “Let me do the honors. Open.” He said, with a playful but firm tone that left no room for argument. She hesitated, not wanting to acquiesce so easily; but part of her melted at the perceived order and she could feel her blood already pumping hard and rising to her cheeks.

She silently challenged him with her eyes but he just returned her gaze with a wicked smirk, waiting for her to inevitably give in. Her previous annoyance at the thought of being slighted by him was all but gone, burned away by the heat of his gaze; the only thing remaining was the growing warmth in her core.

Tav finally opened her mouth and tilted her head back a touch. Rugan raised the bottle and tipped it forward, giving her a few pours, pausing only to let her swallow the liquid as it accumulated. After a moment she finally held up a hand and pushed the bottle back up and away, feeling like she had practically drank half the contents. She winced as she gave a final swallow, feeling her throat burn at the acid taste of the cheap wine.

She felt the excess drip out the corner of her mouth, spilling down her chin. Before she could reach up to wipe it away he was on her. She heard the bottle clatter to the floor as his hand grabbed her waist, his other hand moving to the back of her head, pulling her in. His tongue licked up her chin, cleaning the remaining liquid before reaching her lips.

Her mouth was warm and slightly bitter from the wine. Rugan found himself stroking her neck, savoring the feeling of her skin. Her supple soft skin. There was a gentle faint cloying smell of old blood that lingered on her but was masked slightly with a soft hint of lavender and something else he couldn't place. She was intoxicating. He felt more drunk off her than the wine and found that his heart was already racing wildly.

Giving fully in to this new fantasy, already lost in a haze of lust, Tav wrapped her arms up around his neck, allowing herself to be consumed, and deciding for the moment, not to question the mood he was in or all that had passed between them that day. His hand on her neck grasped at and tangled in her hair, pushing her further into him, as they continued to kiss deeply.

His hungry kisses left her breathless and she tore her lips away for a moment, sucking in desperate gulps of air. He wouldn't release her, he refused to. He licked and nibbled down her cheek, sucking lightly on her neck. It was too much. After too long. After all that happened. All the misery he had been though. He once again, even more fiercely than before felt an urgent need to devour her as quickly as possible.

They didn't know each other that well; well, in truth they barely knew each other at all. They'd never bothered with any sort of obligatory courtship or relationship building before succumbing to a greater desire. But still, Tav felt a desperation in his touch. A neediness that wasn't there before. A deeper kind of hunger. Not just to fulfill a need to have sex, but a need for her. He couldn’t possibly have missed me, she thought with a pang as his roaming hands and arms finally wrapped around her waist, yanking her even closer.

Mouth still at her neck, his fumbling hands were trying and failing to release the laces holding her tunic tight. She grinned at that; this slick mercenary getting nervous and fumbling over a woman's laces. After a moment of letting him struggle she released her arms and went to help.

He pulled back as she reached her arms around her back, relieving his own hands and taking care of the laces. He stepped back further, taking a moment to tug off his own clothes.

Taking a breath to calm himself, he walked backwards until he reached the edge of the bed tucked away in the adjoining room. He was half hidden in darkness and now fully naked and sat down on the edge to watch her finish undressing.

Tav pulled off her pants and underwear, and realized he had been watching her and blushed slightly. She slowly started to walk forward to meet him but he held up a hand.

“Grab the candle.” He said. Tav grabbed the candle she had placed on the table and continued her approach, specifically swaying her hips, deciding to give him a full show if that was what he wanted. He smirked and widened his legs, reaching a hand down to give his hard cock a long slow stroke as he watched her.

“You are a fucking sight for sore eyes.” He breathed out as she finished her approach. She set the candle down on a nearby table just in the room and then and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“You already used that line once.” She muttered and gave him another long sweeping kiss while he continued to stroke himself. Her hands turned insistent as she gripped his shoulders hard and started to push him back. He resisted and she pulled back slightly, questioning him with his eyes.

“On the bed.” He slipped up from beneath her to allow her access to the bed. She gave him another glance; again struck with the thought that there was something different about him. But she didn’t know him well enough to point to what. Her face flushed again but she went ahead with his request; climbing up on the bed and laying down. He stood at the end, again taking a moment to admire her form, splayed out and ready beneath him.

All the months, all the bad decisions, and close calls, and shit with the guild and the Zhents; he felt it all fleeing his system at once. The only thing that mattered was here and now. The hells could, and probably would, swallow him up tomorrow but tonight he could enjoy this. He gave himself another few strokes, watching her stare up at him patiently. A thought of teasing her flicked through his brain but it was swept away with the wine soaked vision of fucking her senseless instead.

He leaned forward, pawing at her leg as he crawled up on the bed on top of her, sliding his hands up her bare flesh as he approached. His eyes still wandering over her body as he made his way up, taking in every inch he could see and touch. He paused to give her nipple a quick flick with his tongue and he finally reached her face.

His hand had been deliberately slower on the approach and reached the inside of her thigh, giving it a sharp squeeze before continuing forward. He dragged his fingers up and down her slit, feeling her wetness already seeping out.

“You must have missed me.” He said with a smirk, seeing her squirm beneath his grazing touch. Tav bit her lip, not quite sure how to respond. She did, of course she did. She knew that. But she would never admit that to him.

He scanned her face, trying to discern his own answer as he finished his teasing exploration of her folds and finally slipped his fingers inside of her. The sheer pleasure that swept over her face as she moaned out was all the answer he needed. He leaned his body against hers, letting his cock press against the crook of her thigh, letting her feel how hard he was for her.

He watched her face carefully as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. He wanted to drink in her pleasure, to feel her anticipation, swallow her soft gasping moans. Totally consume her in every way possible. In some deep part of his mind he felt a flicker of affection that he was entirely unaccustomed to. She was a delicious fuck; that was all, he tried to tell himself. But why did his heart race so fast just watching her? Why had he wasted so many nights trying and failing to get this same feeling with another’s embrace?

He shook his head of those thoughts and pumped his fingers into her further, ignoring the aching in his cock and lingering feeling that if he was just here for a quick fuck he would have done it already. Tav continued to moan beneath him; already coming undone at his skilled touch. He pulled his face away and moved swiftly back down her torso, finding himself suddenly hungry for more than just the moans she made and simultaneously wanting to see just how loud he could make her scream.

Face flush with her pussy, he leaned forward and gave a few her tender pink clit a few sweeping flicks with his tongue causing her to cry out sharply. He felt the wine fleeing his system now as well, the adrenaline and blood rushing through his veins at being here, with her, over taking his system. He took a moment to smile at her vocal enjoyment before going back in and planting a sucking kiss again directly on her clit.

Her hand reached down, clawing at his scalp and messing up his hair as he continued to pleasure her; pumping his fingers in and out and alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue across her most sensitive area. He took a deep breath in, inhaling her heady scent and the action brought forth another loud call from her lips. He stopped his thrusting and instead pulsed his fingers inside her, sucking hard and feeling her start to shake beneath him. As her moans became breathless and her legs starting to tighten around him, he could tell she was close.

Before she could finish he pulled his fingers out sharply, hungrier than ever for her, selfishly wanting to cum together with her, his mind filled with lust and still clouded with feelings he wasn’t ready for. He raised himself back up and adjusted his hips to line himself against her, ignoring her fierce gaze at being denied release, and without another moment of hesitation thrust himself into her.

Tav gave a sharp gasp of pleasure at sudden sensation and he leaned forward again to grab a quick sloppy kiss, sweeping away the last of her annoyance with his tongue. She reached up and dug one hand into his shoulder, the other clawing at the blanket below them as he thrust himself into her again and again.

This was the feeling he had been chasing. Her face as she panted beneath him, sweat forming on her brow. Her pussy tight and hot around him as he entered her fully each time, his hips snapping sharply. Her moans as they filled the air, punctuated by the sharp smack of his flesh against hers.

No. He shut his eyes and grabbed her leg harshly, fingers digging into her flesh as he flung it over his shoulder and increased his pace. What good was tenderness to him? Affection; feelings; obligations. In his line of work those things got you killed. He caused enough trouble on his own. He pushed all other thoughts aside, focusing instead on the overwhelming pleasure at fucking her and how much deeper the new position allowed him to get inside her.

Her moans increased with his pace, being pushed out of her lungs with every hard thrust of his hips and he found himself moaning in unison, barely able to hold himself back. He leaned down, stretching her further but wasn’t even able to focus enough for a kiss; he was happy just to feel her breath coming out hot and fast on his face.

He finally allowed himself to open his eyes, gazing once more upon her flushed face, her mouth agape. He couldn’t yet admit the reason why, but gods he had missed that face. As if sensing his heavy look, Tav let her eyes flutter open a touch and returned his stare. He increased his pace again, watching her face contort with pleasure as she began to reach her peak.

“Don’t stop…” She panted out, both hands now clutching his shoulders. She had almost forgot how good it felt. How good he felt. He leaned in again, Tav once more feeling a delightfully painful stretch as he bent her leg forward, until he reached her ear.

“Beg me.” He growled out and slowed down a touch. Tav released his shoulders and grabbed his face, pulling it to meet hers. His blue eyes were serious, but a smile played on the corners of his open mouth. She pushed her lips together a moment, forcing back her own smile and refusing to submit. His pace slowed to a crawl, leaving her with an almost aching pain as, once again, her approaching orgasm started to flee.

“Ugh, please…” Tav finally said with a breath. Rugan grinned and thrust himself back into her, resuming his previous furious rhythm. Tav panted, not wanting him to stop again, the building tingle quickly coming back. “Please. Don’t stop…harder. Please.” She whined a word with each panting breath and thrust. He leaned his forehead onto hers, locking eyes and going harder and quicker than before. Finding a growing sensation in his chest was almost as strong as the orgasm building in his core.

It wasn’t long; a moment more and both their bodies had reached their limits, ready to burst like tightly coiled springs. Tav released his face and clawed at his shoulders so hard she could have broken skin, eyes still locked onto his. She finally leaned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut and letting out a loud scream as she climaxed.

Rugan felt her hands clench and her body tense below him and let out a long groan as gave a final deep thrust and came inside of her. He clamped his own eyes shut, releasing her leg finally to bury himself into her shoulder as his orgasm washed through him and all strength left his muscles in a flash. He sucked in gasping gulps of air as he struggled to catch his breath and his body shook with delight.

After a moment the shudders subsided and he pulled out, rolling over to lay on the bed beside her, tucking one arm behind his head. For a moment, indeed for the first moment in months, he felt at peace; that easy, calm, delightful feeling erasing his mind of all previous issues and worries.

Tav let out a sigh and rolled over, resting her head on his chest and listening to his heart beat. He was different she realized; she couldn't point to what had changed but he seemed a little less carefree than before. It wasn’t just a mood. Maybe the years of mercenary work were finally taking a toll on him, she wondered. But, then again, she supposed they both were rather different now.

“I realize, just now, that I don’t know anything about you.” She said and propped her chin up on his chest. He glanced down at her and she saw a flicker of doubt flash through his eyes. After a moment he gave a little shrug, trying to seem nonchalant.

“What do you want to know?” He replied. Tav thought a moment; what did she want to know? What in the realms could she ask now? As she mused she looked across his naked chest once more and spied a scar just on the meat of his shoulder.

"What's this from?" She reached up and traced a finger over the sliver of raised skin as long as her finger. He glanced down and chuckled softly.

"Card game. Couple locals thought I was a bit too lucky. Accused me of cheating." He said up to the roof.

"Were you?" She raised an eyebrow at him. He leaned up again to glance at her face with a playful frown.

"Of course. They had no right to accuse me though." He said with a smirk. “Anyway, things got a little heated and one pulled a dagger on me.”

Tav smiled, satisfied with the small slice of life from him, and traced her hand further down his arm, bypassing the large snake tattoo that curled around it to find another scar on his forearm; a small patch of burned skin, crossed with small lines of scars around it.

“And this?” She asked, trailing her fingers again over the bumps.

“Small incident with some friendly fire. Wizard we had traveling with us one time en route up the sword coast. Acted like such a fucking hot shot. Then, first bit of trouble we get into he practically burned my arm off.” He half-smiled at the memory. “After all was done, he tried a little healing spell he cooked up and almost tore my arm clean off. Needless to say he didn’t last long in the team.” His smile faded as quick as it had come up.

Tav stared at him a moment, his face leaned away so she couldn’t see his expression, but despite his tone decided to keep going with her inquires. She slid her hand back up his arm and approached a rather large clump of raised tissue the side of his abdomen. Before she could reach it and ask the inevitable question he reached down and grabbed her hand, halting her progress.

“You don’t need to do this, you know?” He adjusted and looked down to her again with a frown, propping himself on one elbow. Tav pulled back up and stared at him a moment not sure what to respond with.

“Do what?” She finally replied with a thick swallow.

“Get to know me. We can just have a romp.” He clarified, his tone almost icy. She stared back at him, hard.

“What if I want to get to know you?” She wouldn’t let him do this. As someone who was used to pushing people away she knew the move all too well. He frowned again, clearly not expecting that response.

“Maybe I don’t want anyone getting to know me.” He deflected, his eyes darting away.

“Don’t be a bastard.” She said with a soft smack on his chest. “Between getting-” She cut herself off, realizing for all her probing she hadn’t told him anything about her predicament. The mindflayers. The absolute. Where could she even begin. “I’ve had a really horrible, really long couple months and... meeting you had been the one highlight, so don’t ruin it.” She said, trying to sound annoyed but instead it came out with a tenderness that surprised even her, and his face softened at her words.

He looked away. His heart rattled painfully in his chest. He had tried to dismiss this as just an easy lay. It was easy to say it out loud and easier to repeat it. It was slightly hard to make himself believe it. Now, it was next to impossible, hearing her say that. The more he tried to repeat it now the more it lost all meaning. He heard Tav give a somewhat annoyed sigh and stir, getting ready to move and get up it seemed from the way she adjusted. She pushed herself up on one her arm, sitting up and looking around for her clothes. He reached over, placing his hand on her arm before he could think better of it.

“Its not like I had an easy time getting here either. Being the last man standing…more times than I can count now, well, it isn’t exactly a good look for the reputation. This situation in the city is...” He said up to the ceiling before she could fully move away. She froze and stared at him, waiting for him to continue. He didn’t, but she finally settled back down and resumed her position, laying next to him this time to keep an eye on his face.

“Do you want to tell me about it?” She offered. He turned his head to face her, weighing his growing feelings with his absolute stubbornness to admit he had them.

“No.” He said simply. Tav continued to stare at him. “Maybe later.” He finally offered. She scooted closer, pressing her body against his, venturing into what almost could have been called a cuddle if they both would ever admit it.

“And what about you? Grilling me for information but not offering any up yourself? I’ve seen your crew around the city. Heard the rumors. Just what are you doing here?” He rolled his head back to look at her, intent on giving her the same treatment she had just given him.

Tav hesitated. She was all to happy to have his troubles laid bare, but still not keen on sharing her own.

“What have you heard?” She deflected. He rolled fully over and propped his head up on his hand, eager to offer her the same interrogation.

“Whole lot about this Absolute cult nonsense. Ritual murders. Lots o’ stuff.” He narrowed his eyes at her, wanting her to paint the picture for him. Tav let her eyes shut a moment and sighed. She knew this would be coming eventually. After a moment a thought popped in her head and she opened her eyes quickly.

“How about this; you buy me that drink you owe me and I’ll tell you the whole sordid tale.” She offered. Rugan hesitated but couldn’t help but smile slightly at her request. The whole mess he had landed himself in snapped back in his mind and his smile faded, remembering why he had kept his distance. He was still practically a dead man. The only reason they hadn’t killed him yet was because they needed the men; but before long, he knew his blood would be spilled. Before he could speak, Tav piped up again as if sensing his thoughts. “Whatever this mess is with the guild and the Zhents... I could help, you know?”

He focused his eyes back on her and frowned. He had heard enough to know her and her team had been busy in the city; even if he wasn’t exact on the details. And here she was, offering to help him, of all people.

“You’d do that?” He narrowed his eyes at her in slight disbelief. Help never came free. There was always a price for men like him.

“For a drink. Yes.” She grinned again at him and leaned forward, stealing another long kiss. “Until then, maybe we could make good use of this bed again.” She added with a whisper. He finally let himself smile at that, leaning in to kiss her again.

She pushed him back roughly and climbed on top of him before he could protest. He didn’t even pretend to this time. Finally giving up the semblance of control he was grappling onto so tightly. She grabbed his hands with a grin, pinning them playfully above his head as she rolled her body against his. He found himself grinning against her kisses, finally allowing a little sliver of hope to slide back into his life.

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