#smut ask

There is one way he has relished helping you; the more demand the child inside you places on your body, the more demand your body has on you for… release. Sometimes it makes you cry, how madly you want Astarion to fuck you. Doesn’t matter where or when or for how long.

With that little problem, he’s more than eager to help. The further into your term you get, the worse the ache is, but the more exhausted you are too. Often some days, you just swallow the rage of lust that simmers inside you, but other days, he notices far too easily.

His nostrils flare as you enter your little study. He reclines on the little couch near the fire, the dim light dancing off the brightly colored spines of books around you. Scenting your need, he opens his arms, a familiar invitation to rest against him. You take the last few waddling steps, hands on your knees as you lower your rear to the couch. Your body fills the space between his legs, grimacing as it creaks under you.

Your cheeks are flush with need, and now they burn with embarrassment. “Gods I feel huge,” you bemoan, trying not to make the wooden frame of the couch groan under you again as you shift closer to your Vampiric love. “I can’t wait much longer, love,” you groan, leaning back against the cool hard planes of his torso.

“A few more weeks, and then our little one will be here,” he whispers into your ear, lips pressing a kiss, fingers pulling the stray wisps of hair back over your shoulder. “I’m sure she will be as fierce as you…”

“That’s your guess? She?” You give an airy laugh. “Well, she certainly is already fierce, given the amount of kicking, punching, and spinning that plagues me at all hours.”

A cool hand wanders over the taut curve of your belly, and instantly the child thumps against the pressure. You cry out at the pain, laughing at the look of surprise on Astarion’s face as your belly shifts with the babe’s movement within. “Incredible,” he breathes before looking at you, tilting your face into his by clasping your chin. “You’re… incredible,” lips murmur against yours. “Nearly impossible odds against us to create a dhampir, and here you are heavy with my child. Wouldn’t be the first time we were victorious against the impossible, hmm?”

“Knowing you, it won’t be the last, either,” you laugh, pursing your lips to kiss him slowly, sweetly. Hands work their way lower to the base of your belly, rucking up your skin to hunt down that source of your scent, that center of your searing need. Cool fingers on your skin give you instant relief, climbing their caress higher and higher until the dip inside you. Your aching spine bends even more, tilting your heavy hips to let him explore deeper.

Heavenly, his chilled thumb dances over your constantly hardened clit, his fingers cooling the ever-burning walls of your cunt. You hiss, riding his fingers. But your body is too laden to move like this. Your hips lock up, your back crying out in pain from your position.

And Astarion reads it in the smallest twinge of your face. Crimson eyes widen in concern, and he shushes you, soothing you as you are lifted up in his strong arms. “Ride me,” he purrs. But your hip joints already protest at the idea of being spread for his waist.

A pitiful whimper escapes you as you manage to pull yourself up on your knees on the couch to face him. Those silver brows furrow, hands at your waist to steady you… both of you. His sight roams over your flushed complexion and sweaty brow, and he guides you over his one long leg, propping it up to press beneath you.

“Use my thigh, my darling,” he murmurs, “your saviour is here.” He grins, raskish and conceited. That same line from when he once would reach out to you in combat. But you’re too pent up to tease, burning too hot with a need to find release with him in any capacity.

A hiss escapes your lips as you settle your folds on the bone of his thigh. Hard, corded muscle cools your wet and aching cunt as you grind. Slick soaks instantly through your panties and definitely into the fabric of his pants. But it only makes his hands grip harder into your hips. The fabric of your loose, flowing dress is no match for the iron clutch of his dexterous fingers.

“Fuck,” you curse, bracing your hands on either side of his head as you move faster. That new angle rubs your clit perfectly, the pressure of his thigh beneath you makes your mouth water with the promise of relief.

“Tch, language, darling,” he chides, slipping a hand beneath your skirts to find your clit with deadly precision, even blindly. “Do you want our babe to be born swearing like Karlach?”

You hang your head, laughing breathlessly until your ribs hurt. You didn’t know they could do that. A bite of your lip, and you grind faster, harder, savoring the way your soaked clothes rub over the aching nerves of your folds. Delicious friction that soothes the ache inside you.

And his finger, gods, it coaxes sighs from your lips, circles made to tease your nub from its swollen hood until you’re shaking.

“Come for me, my love…” he rasps as you hang your head closer to his honeyed lips. Words whispered to you a thousand times before seem to penetrate you deep in your belly, the fluttering of your child making you catch your breath. It grips your whole stomach, your climax. The whole swell of your belly tightens, and then tightens some more. Legs shake, and your whole body floods with the burst of pleasure you craved all day. Little strangled noises fall from your lips, until panting, you rest, unable to move off his leg.

“Where would you be without me, darling?” he purrs, slipping his hand deeper between your thighs, stroking and stretching your walls. Feeling them flutter on his fingers.

Strange. That was the best word Link could conjure to describe the situation at hand. Odd, not right, strange.

Not so long ago, he was fine with being alone, enjoyed it and preferred it, even. He was known for being alone after all, especially after his uncle…

You still have Ravio, dipshit. He’s not gone like Alfon, he’s just not here at the moment. He’ll be back. He will! If he repeated it often enough, maybe it would be true.

Link shook his head, an attempt to stop the spiralling thoughts swirling in his agitated mind. Yes, it’s true that he once preferred his own company even if he did mourn his uncle but things were different now. He had Ravio.

Or at least, he did have Ravio. Until a week ago.

Fuck, his head was a mess right now. When would Ravio be back again? Another week? Fuck.

It still came as a shock to him that Ravio’s absence caused him so much distress. When had the merchant burrowed himself so deeply into Link’s life, home and heart that the absence of him for mere days caused such a spiral in Link’s emotional well-being?

And why was it worse that Ravio had clearly suspected this to be the case and fussed over Link days before he actually went anywhere?

But worst of all was that Zelda had the audacity to perceive him so accurately that she had not only preempted his mental downfall but had also devised a plan to attempt to mitigate it. Link… well, he didn’t know how to feel about that. Betrayed? Useless? Relieved?

Certainly, Link felt in a mess right now, struggling more than he ever could have known without his husbands presence by his side, but he knew it would have been far worse without Zelda’s presumptuous actions. There was no helping that Ravio needed to go back to Lorule temporarily for some shit Hilda apparently needed him for, and Link couldn’t exactly drop his commitments to travel with Ravio (and fuck if that wasn’t typical that the one time his empty schedule was no longer empty was the one time that Ravio was needed in his own world).

‘Look but don’t touch’ had been Zelda’s advice to him, a knowing glint in her eye as she closed her office door, the shimmer of a ward causing goosebumps to dance over Link’s skin. Ravio soon contradicted the queens suggestions (“They are guidelines anyways, not actual rules” Ravio had sniffed) with the simple notion that they could still touch. Just not each other. (At least not yet - only another week to go. Fuck!).

“Bun. Eyes on me.”

It was both the silky smoothness of his voice and the words that brought Link blinking back to the present and out of his own head, the contrast almost jarring. The void in Link’s heart ached to hold his husband, to feel Ravio’s breath on his neck and his filthy whispered words but, at the very least, Link could and should be grateful that he had the ability to see his husband and be reassured of his safety and wellness - even if it was through a mirror image. It was certainly much better than no contact at all.

Needless to say, after a week in, the awkward nature of conversing and being with Ravio like this had faded to give way to the excitement brought by novelty and a 7 day history of nothing breaking through Zelda’s wards and disturbing them in their stolen moments.

“Fuck, sorry. I’m here.” Link’s hair dishevelled from where he’d repeatedly ran his hand through it.

“So, husbun mine. As much as we could talk about your day, boring though it may be without me there with you-“ Ravio’s grin was full of smug delight as he deliberately made a show of eyeing Link up and down, shuffling his chair closer to the mirror. He spread his legs wide, his purple robe gathering at his thighs but still concealing everything to Link’s gaze - “I’d rather get down to the important stuff.” The wicked grin caused Link’s heart rate to kick up a notch, excitement warming his veins and stirring his interest.

“Good boy. Remember I’m keeping score on what punishments and rewards I owe you when I get back. Any longer stuck in your thoughts would have earned another punishment, bunny butt.”

Link swallowed, the thought of the type of punishment Ravio liked to give caused his cock to stir with mild interest, hesitant to rise to full mast as punishments usually involved his dick and some form of painful stimulation. He was not thinking of Din’s Teeth right now, damnit!

Link chose to ignore the side of him that wanted to beg for Ravio’s touch even without the merciless teasing, the part of him that would want to cling to Ravio the moment he got home and never let him out of sight again.

“I can see your piercings through your shirt, bun. Bet your missing my touch, they way I tug and pull at your nipples, especially when you have that little chain connecting them.” The gap in Ravio’s teeth was visible as he pulled his bottom lip between them, taking a breath and watching Link intently.

Link’s hand subconsciously raised towards his chest, fingers trembling to reach and pull at one of his aching nipples just like Ravio would. He stopped short, unsure if he was being given permission or not.

“I won’t deny you tonight, fuckbunny. There are still days until my return that I can tease you mercilessly and have you begging for my touch the moment I’m back in Hyrule, without being cruel. For now.”

Knowing Link always needed some gentle persuasion to get started, one of Ravio’s hands started to wander, the glint of his wedding band catching Link’s eye as he watched freckled fingers flex while Ravio trailed his own hand up his thigh to cup the bulge forming beneath his robe.

“You have no idea how pent up I am for you. Having some of your belongings in my home, reminders of you everywhere I look.” To demonstrate his point, Ravio’s hand gripped himself in a way that caused Link’s breath the hitch, his arousal clear to see even through the reflective surface of the mirror and the miles that separated them.

Swallowing the last of his nerves, Link allowed his determination to give his husband a show of his own to take control of his actions, guiding his hand to trail over his sternum to brush his fingertips lightly over the protrusions straining his tunic. The brief touch was maddening, causing him to shiver as he watched, eyes glued to where Ravio’s hand stroked himself over the fabric of his clothing.

“Good boy, Link. But remember we don’t have all night and I can see your as pent up as I am. Show me.” Ravio’s demand was met with a pointed nod to Link’s groin, his eyes ablaze.

Shivering at the praise, Link stood on shaky legs, the tent beneath his tunic hiding nothing from his husband hungry eyes.

Glancing at Ravio, Link pulled his tunic up revealing his shorts underneath and the small wet patch forming there.

“Mm, Link. Looks like you’re as hard for me as I am for you. Touch your self, bun, show me how much you miss me.”

Link’s attention was pulled away from Ravio for one moment while he pulled his shorts down, his bells jangling as he removed them from his pocket. His ears burned and strained at the appreciative humming sounds he could hear from the mirror. Looking up, Link got an eye full of his own, Ravio taking full opportunity to pull his cock out and stroke leisurely.

Link called out in surprise before he could stop himself, his cock straining towards the mirror as if pointing to the object of his desire. “Fuck!”

Link took his seat again before his wobbly legs could give from under him. His nerves jangled, alerting him to the fact that he wasn’t at home, anxiety threatening to take over. A quick magical probe reassured him that the wards were still in tact and they were indeed safe.

“Now, Link,” Ravio barked, impatience straining his voice. “Use your bells or get on with it. I’ve been waiting all day for this and I need to see you.”

Ravio’s eyes watched Link’s throat as his swallowed, his gaze then dropping to observe as Link’s hand slowly ran down his body, detouring to tease his sensitive nipples. His breath hitched as he pinched. Though it felt good, it wasn’t Ravio touching him and he felt the distance acutely.

Keenly wanting the distraction, Link’s own eyes focused on the show Ravio was putting on for him, his signature hood in place while still stoking his shaft. Link swallowed as he watched, rapt, as a bead of precum dribbled from Ravio’s dick.

Although he couldn’t see Ravio’s eyes because of the hood, the rapid expansion of his chest gave away that Ravio was keen to reach his climax also.

“Soon bun. Soon I’ll be there to give you this cock.” Gripping his base, Ravio waggled his dick causing Link’s mouth to fill with saliva. He wanted it very much, to swallow down every glorious inch, to gag and to choke on his length and taste his husband on his tongue.

Link whimpered, the sound catching his off guard while he began stroking his own dick to the pace Ravio had set.

This wouldn’t take long - the combination of his unease of their location and the fact Link had almost forgotten how to pleasure himself since Ravio ruined him for even himself - Link was pent up. Restless energy thrummed through his veins causing his movements to hasten, his heart beating like a bunny in the gaze of a hunter.

“Going to fuck you so hard, bunnybutt. Going to tease you and fill you until you can’t take anymore. You’ll be a delicious mess for me and I can’t wait to ruin you.”

Faster their hands worked in unison, each feeling the build of their orgasm about to reach a crescendo. From the bit of Ravio’s face that was visible, Link could see the way he bit his lip to keep his groans contained, the way his freckled skin was pinkening up from the exertion much like Link’s own was.

Fuck he was so close, so close, nearly there…. Please!

Mimicking Ravio, a twist of his hand to the head of his cock made Link’s vision darken for a moment, the tang of blood on his tongue where he bit his lip to keep from moaning out loud.

His heart pounding, Link’s vision cleared enough to see that Ravio has also crested, their ability to still be in sync apparent even when not with each other. Although they rarely did come in sync, they could. Each just much preferred their usual style of play.

Breathing returning to a somewhat normal rhythm, Link glanced at the mirror to find Ravio cleaning his hand with a handkerchief he had obviously stowed up one of his billowing sleeves. Conniving bastard that he is probably had this planned since before he even left for Lorule.

Ravio’s face, now visible with his hood pulled down, was glowing, his eyes burning with mischief despite his orgasm only seconds ago.

The question was rhetorical and Link sighed as he resigned himself to his task. It wouldn’t be the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. And it wasn’t as if it was bad, it just wasn’t Ravio. Maybe he could convince himself otherwise, though—?

“Now,” He started, tone almost prim and proper while his eyes gave him away with the way they danced. “We can’t have Zelda seeing you in such a state, can we bunnybutt? Make sure to lick that hand clean for me, every drop.”

Link’s jaw almost dropped open at the request. Though, unlike Ravio, Link didn’t have a handkerchief to hand. He supposed he could use his shorts but then he’d have to walk back either trying to hide said shorts or wearing them and feeling the gross uncomfortable mess with each step…

Looking to Ravio, Link squinted. “Should have known you’d still pull this shit even though you’re miles away. Damnit, Ravio, I don’t really have a lot of choice here, do I?”

“That’s it, good boy. Make sure you get every drop and don’t think I don’t know that you’re pretending it’s my cum you’re tasting. Soon my little fuck bunny, soon you can have as much as my cum as I can fill you with”

Moaning, Link’s eyes rolled, his dick valiantly trying to rise to the bait Ravio was laying for him. Alas, exhaustion was taking over and Link needed to get home.

Mess cleaned and clothes back in rightful places, Link’s glance returned to Ravio’s through the glass.

“Ah, good job, Link. Thank you for indulging me. By the way-“ Ravio’s grin turned menacing, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I’ve taken the liberty of stocking up on all of our potion supplies while I’m here.”

Link didn’t know why he was surprised.

***

“Hurry back” was simply all Link could manage, the closest thing to the “I miss you” his heart was crying out for him to voice.

Despite the absence of words, Ravio heard him, understood exactly what Link was trying to express.

“I will, Link. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“Love you, husbun mine. Now and always.”

A chirp broke the moment, a flash of white trailing across the mirror as Sheerow appeared to land on Ravio’s shoulder.

“Opp, that’s my cue Link. Hilda needs the mirror. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”

Link nodded, the lump in his throat making it difficult to form words.

The mirror connection broke before Link could voice anything further, his morose reflection staring back at him as his heart lurched to jump through the mirror to his love.

Their secret fling wasn’t really a secret per say- it was more like a friends with benefits and people weren’t privy to it considering they both tried their best to act natural- but it wasn’t what they wanted to broadcast. At least, it had started that way. They both agreed they were attracted to one another, they had explosive, delicious sex, but they weren’t in the market of a serious relationship. Their friend group was big and they’d seen how relationships had ruined some of it sometimes and didn’t want to contribute, so they kept it casual- until it wasn’t.

“W-what?” Her fingers curled into his shoulders, panting as she took every thrust. He was deep inside of her, a rushed pull into the nearest room at the party and a locked door making use of it. It was abrupt and unplanned but sex with Harry wasn’t something she would turn away, so she went with it. The bubbly heat of her tummy made her shakily exhale, holding on to him as he nipped down on her neck.

“Can’t Fuckin’ stand those assholes flirting with you. Wanting t’make you drinks. You’re my fucking girl. That’s my job.” This was the first she had heard of it, but the man was serious. It was evident in the sex. The way he grabbed her and lifted her up, both legs having to grip him as he fucked into her hard and making her eyes roll back into her head. The words should have terrified her but instead, fed a darker part of her that made her even more wet. Soaking him, making the slide easier as he fucked into her cunt like his life depended on it.

“Yeah? That’s your job?” She gasped, feeling his teeth bite down a bit harder and an equally as firm suck making her legs shake slightly around him. A self proclaimed pain slut, she loved the sting it brought. “Fuck- fuck, Harry. Please…” she trembled. It was embarrassing to be this close to cumming from words like that- especially if he didn’t mean them after they finished- but she couldn’t stop it. The harder her sucked on her neck, the pads of his fingers digging into her ass, she was a goner.

it’s a fucking forbidden fruit situation. summer parties with the whole crew, chris is at the bbq because of course he is and leon isn’t far from him, cold beers in hand making casual dad-like conversation. you’re across the garden with claire and jill probably, tight shirts and too short shorts, but you’re the only one with a lolly.

tension has always been high between you and leon anyway, enemies to lovers type of tension, hate working with each other but secretly grow fond type of tension, fucking why am i actually starting to like him kind of tension. so of course you’re stealing glances at each other. leon in his tight fitting white tee that leaves nothing to the imagination, his skin sheened with sweat, how can you be expected not to look? you keep making eye contact and every time his deep blues seem to bore through you a shudder rolls over you.

so you make it seem intentional.

you start being a little too deliberate with the icy treat, holding the eye contact while you swirl your tongue on its end. you watch his adams apple bob in his throat as he swallows a gulp, looking away from you but every time he glances back your eyes are still fixed on him, a coy smile on your face that drives him mad. how he’d love to fuck the smug look off your face if he only could.

leon’s rocking a semi at this point, his shorts starting to feel a little too tight where it counts. you can see the discomfort on his face as he excuses himself rather hurriedly, sneaking back inside suspiciously quickly. chris shrugs as leon leaves, even he knows that was weird.

inside leon is gunning it for the bathroom, locking himself in their and bracing a hand on the edge of the sink while the other tugs himself free from his shorts. he’s fully hard now. it’s so frustrating, that you can do this to him, you make him feel like a horn-dog teenager and it’s fucking embarrassing. he can’t believe himself, but then there he is rubbing one out in the bathroom, imagining you on your knees in front of him putting that pretty mouth to good use, your glassy eyes staring up at him with dribble running down your chin. fuck.

he’ll have you one day. one day…