#brynjolf smut

[gloomwitchwrites]

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Spring themed stories from across multiple fandoms.

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Skyrim: (complete) Lavender: Part One // Part Two (Brynjolf x Female Reader)

Brynjolf only ever brings you flowers when he wants something.

Lord of the Rings: (complete) Flower Crown (Aragorn x Female Reader)

During a spring festival in a small village, Aragorn reunites with the woman he’s been missing.

Star Wars: (complete) Greener Things (Din Djarin x Female Reader)

It isn’t until the woman he loves is in danger that Din realizes he’s wanted her all along.

High Stakes (Boba Fett x Female Reader)

Losing a bet with the infamous bounty hunter places you in his control.

Call of Duty: (complete) Easy Access (Task Force 141 x Female Reader)

A short dress is your idea of an invitation for a bit of fun.

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[smuttywriter]

..under the stars

“Listen, if Vekel assures me that Fevyn Telleno has important information, then I believe him. I know you don't think much of him, but he's good at what he does.”

“Bryn, don't get me wrong, I know he's part of the guild and our keenest talker, but sometimes I'd like to personally punch him in the throat for that”, I state, staring at the stars. 

“Aye, he'd deserve that”, he sighs and moves his arm under his head. “Do you still remember what he said when I first told them about you, lass? You were standing right behind me.”

“I remember him saying that you, Delvin and Vex were part of a dying breed”, I say. 

Finally, he climbs on top of me, his guilds armour barely rubs on mine as he balances his weight on his arms. 

“Dying breed, eh? Well, what do you call this then!”, he says, nodding towards me. 

I smile, only seconds before feeling his lips on mine. 

“Even old Delvin was fond of you the second he first saw you”, he adds.

“I still can't believe you didn't tell me Delvin had a brother.”

“You two are getting along a little too well, aren't you?”, he teases.

“What can I say, you know I've got a weakness for blacksmiths. Especially for such talented ones”, I admit. 

“I may not be able to perform miracles with steel, lass, but I certainly could manage to make an emerald like you pop.”

“Oh, you do?”, I ask, arching upward to meet his lips. 

He slightly pulls back, knowing I'd be yearning for his touch. A subtle smile is rising on his face, as I try to grab him a second time. Then, immediately after leading me on, he leans in and kisses me. Once I start feeling the weight of his body pressing against mine, a shiver is sent through my entire being.

Suddenly Rune stirs heavily in his sleep. 

Bryn abruptly rolls over. When he catches me smiling, he himself has to restrain from laughter. Then, he draws closer, and pulls me in a tight but loving embrace.

I feel his body behind me and immediately catch myself wishing that Bryn and I were here alone. But we both know giving in to our appetite is an irresponsible thing to do right now, as it wouldn't be the most pleasant sight for Rune to wake up to. 

Knowing Bryn, I'm certain Rune would have been pulled from his slumber.

[accio-peach]

guys I am actually writing again. specifically I am writing brynjolf fic

[cramberrytea]

How Could an Angel Break My Heart?

Characters: Kaidan x Kimiya (Original Character)

Summary: Absence does make the heart grow fonder.

Word Count: 3,465

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, allusions to non-con. (no non-con), angst

A few wee notes:

the main character is a redguard woman (she's black y'all). while i describe her in detail please feel free to envision her however you'd like.

one thing imma do is describe the outfits, it’s drip or drown y’all✊🏾

title is from the song "How Could an Angel Break My Heart" by toni braxton and babyface

Chapter 3 (Strangers)

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 4☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

It never takes long for night to fall. That peaceful, enthralling time of day, known as dusk, never stays long. Pinks, purples and oranges paint the sky as the sun continues its descent below the horizon. It’s fleeting; an in-between before the, much longer, nighttime. Kimiya knew that, which is why she quickened her pace. There’s no way she’d make it to Whiterun before nightfall, but a little darkness wasn’t a deterrent for her. She’s a big girl. She’s fought bandits, draugr, skeletons you name it whatever her guild asked of her, in exchange of some shiny septims of course. However, as night fell there was one thing she didn’t account for.

One big fat drop of water fell and splattered against her forehead, causing her to look up at the sky reflexively. This action resulted in a seemingly angry assault of raindrops to splatter against her face. She groaned, wiping the water from her face with her gloved hand. She flipped her hood over her head, covering her braided hair. The rain quickly took to drenching her cloak. She contemplated continuing her journey to Whiterun, until a slim crack of lightning illuminated the cloudy night sky, which was closely followed by a brazen and earth shattering rumble of thunder. She sighs ready to set up camp however she sees, not far from her, an abandoned tower. She narrowed her eyes in thought, before letting out an audible “Fuck it.”

Heaving open the wooden door, she let out a sigh as she stepped into the damp and humid tower. She pushed the door back closed with her back, using her body weight to shut it. The Redguard was tempted to simply sit at the door and fall asleep, however she knew she should scout out the area. Letting out, yet another sigh she pushed herself up from the door. She slid her black mask over her nose and mouth, leaving her eyes exposed. She pulled her bow from her back, and reached for an arrow from her quiver prepping for a potential attack. She silently crept down the damp stone steps, her deep brown eyes surveying the area around her. She took note of the doorway to her right, electing to scout out the open area to her left. A pool of water sat to her left, and a few broken beams and stone bricks. After concluding that the area was clear, she turned her attention towards the doorway. Once again she slowly descended down the steps, stopping when she heard the sound of a quill on a piece of parchment.

Her eyes narrowed as she pulled back the bowstring towards her cheek. As she descended further, she recognized the fancy gold armor the stranger adorned. A scowl spread across her lips, her blood going hot. Descending another step, she was able to get a clear shot. Without a second thought she let go of the bowstring. The arrow flew through the air and into the back of the Thalmor agent’s neck. The sound of gurgling filled the room as he fell off his chair and onto the floor, holding his neck. Blood continued to pour out his neck as he gasped for air choking on his own blood. Kimiya’s shadow casted over him as she stared down at him, with cold and calculating eyes. Taking in the sight. Before he could utter any words, a dagger made its way into his forehead killing him instantly.

Kimiya wiped the excess blood on her leather covered thigh, as she continued her descent. Walking through the door she saw the various prison cells on either side of her. She quickly prepped her bow and arrow as she entered the new area. She scanned every cell as she made her way through the prison. Each one was empty, aside from a few skeletons, and a couple bedrolls. However she noticed in the last cell a head of jet black hair atop a muscular body. The bow in her hand slowly lowered and the arrow made its way into her quiver again. She took pity on the man, no doubt a Thalmor prisoner. He’s probably been subjected to endless amounts of torture. She took a quick glance to the table to her right, spotting a key. Of course she had to free the poor man. She grabbed the key off the table, before unlocking the cell door.

The man kept his head down, his black hair covering his face. If Kimiya hadn’t noticed his fists clench she’d presume he’d been dead or unconscious. There’s no way he wouldn’t be able to hear the sound of the cell door creaking open. It was more than loud enough. The sound of her footsteps clacking against the damp floor, halted as she heard the man speak.

“When I get out of here… I’ll kill you all myself.”

The way Kimiya’s heart stopped, one could pronounce her dead; at least it felt that way. As soon as her heartbeat returned, it hammered against her chest. Her breath caught in her throat as the man’s voice registered. Her lips parted, in shock, and her eyes widened, nearly dropping the key in her hand. Had she heard correctly? There’s no way that…

“Kaidan?” Her voice came out raspy and unsure as if she might be mistaking the man in front of her. She knew she wasn’t, that accent was unmistakable.

Apparently his voice wasn’t the only unmistakable one. His head snapped up, his long, oily black hair flipping out his face. Leaning his head closer and furrowing his eyebrows, also unsure if the voice belonged to who he thought it was. It was evident now, there’s not a single possible way this wasn’t the man she thought it was. The crimson eyes that bore the same expression as her’s confirmed any suspicions. Kimiya hooked a finger around the top of her mask, dragging it down so it sat on her collar bones. Kaidan was dumbstruck, eyes wide. He drank her in, her multitude of braids damp and resting against her chest. Black light leather armor padded her body, black gloves covered her nimble fingers. His eyes floated back up towards her face, her deep brown eyes assessed him the same way he did her. Her soft brown skin was glowing, illuminated by the torchlight around the cell . She looked exactly how he remembered her.

“Miya?” He finally uttered out.

She quickly ran over to him, crouching down in front of him joining him at eye level; although she still had to look up at him slightly.

“What happened to you?” She asks, looking at his bruised and cut body, then all the way back to his face. Her eyes lingered on the blood red tattoo on his face. Her gaze darkened for a moment before returning to his eyes trying not to draw attention to her expression. He noticed her lingered gaze upon his tattoo, his gaze immediately falling to the floor unable to look her in the eye.

“Some Thalmor Justiciars ambushed me outside of Falkreath.” As he replied he winced as the iron shackles pressed into his skin, rubbing the sensitive and irritated spot it encased. This action caused Kimiya to remember where they were, and what was happening.

“Here, let me…” She immediately stands up, holding the irons in her hands. She slips in the key, turning it. A satisfying click sounded. She did the same to the other side. As soon as the cuffs loosened, Kaidan fell forward; he quickly stood up, however trying not to draw attention to it. He grabbed the wall to steady himself, but Kimiya was there in an instant, wrapping her arm around his waist and pulling his arm over her shoulder to keep him steady. She felt her hand grow slightly damp, his back was covered in dry blood and some serous fluid, but she didn’t care how damp her hand was. She slowly eased him onto the ground.

“Easy… easy.” Kimiya rummages through her pack, pulling out a healing potion.

“Drink.” She says uncorking the red bottle with a pop before handing it over. He reached for it, gingerly taking the bottle out her hand. As he drank the potion he could see the gold light shimmering and encircling his body. The red circles around his wrists were gone, the slashes on his back healed however left many scars.

“Bottled miracle that stuff…thank you.” He nodded.

“How long have you been here?” She asks, not registering his thanks.

“Days? Weeks? I can’t tell. Only time anyone would come to see me is when it was time for…interrogation.”

She bit her lip, furrowing her brows as she absorbed the information. She was no fool, she knew the horrific tools of the Thalmor. The mental image of Kaidan being beaten and whipped intruded into her brain. She shook her head as if trying to shake the thought out of her head.

“Come, let’s get you out of here.” She stands before offering a gloved hand to the man in front of her. He looks at the hand in front of him, then towards her face. He reaches out and grabs her hand, as soon as he does so she pulls him to his feet. As he stands to his full height she drinks him in again. His red eyes never leaving hers, his hair was loose and much longer than it was all those years ago. His hair was caked in his own blood, and sweat. His body hasn't changed much, he’s always been extremely physically fit. Well maybe he was slightly more muscular now. She caught her gaze drifting across his body, immediately she averted her eyes looking towards the open cell door. She pressed her eyebrows together, scowling. ‘Stop looking at him like that.’ She chastises and degrades herself internally.

“Wait… there’s one more thing.”

“What?”

“Listen, I know I have no right to ask-“

“Just tell me what it is.” She replied curtly, cutting her eyes towards him.

His eyes widened, at the tonal shift before standing up straighter than before.

“One of them got their hands on my sword.” He says, his tone deeper and slightly harsher.

Kimiya’s gaze softened at the information just given to her. Of course she wanted to glare at him for the harshness, but hearing what he said as opposed to how he said it made her stand down.

“Where did they go?”

“Deeper into the prison, and with any luck he’s cornered like a rat.” He informed, his tone softer again. He knew he had no right to get snappy with her the same way she was with him, he had to just take the heat.

The redguard nods, turning on her heel headed toward the other door to her left. Just as she was about to unlock the cell door, she turned back towards Kaidan. She grabs one of her daggers off her belt before handing it to him, hilt towards him.

“Here, we might be in for a fight.” She says. He nodded in response as he took the dagger in her hand. He was much more used to wielding something heavier, and bigger of course. He wasn’t going to complain though, he appreciated anything he could get.

“You probably won’t need it, I’m sure you can crush a man’s head using your bare hands.” She smirks softly, teasing him as she bends down to unlock the door.

He softly smiles back, rolling his eyes at the comment she made.

“Probably, but I’d rather not find out right now.” He replies as the cell door creaks open.

The two inched down the walkway, footsteps silent. Aside from Kaidan, yes his footsteps were quiet but not like Kimiya’s. Noticing this she giggled silently, before reading her bow. The flame from the torches flickering causing shadows to dance slightly. The silence was deafening, just the occasional drips from various leaks, the occasional sound of rats scurrying. Kimiya took the lead, slowly gliding up the stairs. The moment she rounded the corner the Justiciar came into view. His back was turned towards the desk he was sitting at. Kimiya pulled the bowstring back ready to take out the Justiciar the same way as the other one. However she did not anticipate shifting her foot just enough that the pebble right by it also shifted, falling down the steps.

The clinking of that tiny pebble falling down the steps was enough for the Justiciar to turn around; the same time as the arrow was shot. The sharp point of the arrow grazing the elf’s

“Shit.” Kimiya uttered at the realization.

“Redguard bitch!” The justiciar fumed

She could smell the scent of magicka in the humid air before he even summoned the bolts of lightning. Apparently so could Kaidan as he stepped in front of her absorbing most of the heat of the attack. Despite not even wearing any armor he dove right in, slashing at the Altmer in front of him. The sudden attack didn’t give the Justiciar much time to parry the attack, instead opting to dodge sloppily. Aware of this Kaidan took to another slashing motion towards his abdomen. The Justiciar, overwhelmed by the flurry of attacks from Kaidan, knew he had to get some space between the two. He opts to go for a blunt hit, swiftly punching Kaidan in his abdomen. It was a risky move, to get closer to your opponent, however it worked out. While the hit wasn’t enough to cause him any severe pain, Kaidan still staggered back slightly.

This was all the Justiciar needed as he brandished an elven dagger to even the playing field.

“I don’t know how you were able to escape, or how your friend here got past the guards…” He switched his grip to one suitable for stabbing, raising his arm to stab Kaidan's shoulder.

“But once we throw you back in that cell, I’ll make an example out of that friend of yours. It gets a little lonely here at night.” Kaidan’s eyes flew open and his lips turned down in a snarl. The image that conjured up in his mind of what that Altmer threatened to do, sent him into a fury. Kaidan swiftly blocked the blow, with his arm, however the dagger teetered close to Kaidan’s flesh. It wasn’t much of a struggle keeping the dagger from the incision point, he could keep this up for a while.

Thankfully he wouldn’t have to. The short redguard woman swiftly grappled the Justiciar in front of her, wrapping her legs around his waist and situating her bow at his windpipe. She grabbed the lower and upper limbs of the bow with both hands, pulling the bow cutting off his air supply.

“I’d rather shit in my hands and clap.” She growls into the man’s ear. This action also assisted in creating more space between the two men. The Altmer’s hands immediately went to attempt to pull the bow away from his neck, however his vision was getting blurry so he was getting desperate. Throwing himself against the wall with all his might proved effective as it knocked the wind out of Kimiya.

She reflexively loosened her legs, allowing him to pull away. Kimiya looked up at the hooded man with wide eyes full of rage and some worry. However before The Justiciar was able to attack, a blade made its way through his neck. His eyes widened, gurgling and somewhat coughing up blood. Immediately the Altmer fell to the floor coughing up blood onto the stone floor beneath him. Each flex of his throat made the incision deeper and wider. Blood spluttering from the wound. His hands flying up to the wound reflexively, his eyes were wide searching for something someway he can survive this.

“Went toe to toe with a Thalmor agent half naked, I’m impressed.” Kimiya looked up at Kaidan from her spot on the floor with an impressed look on her face.

Kaidan chuckled as he listened to what was said. He bent over the soon to be corpse of the Justiciar, pulling his sword off his hip. He looked down at it for a moment, unsheathing it and observing it making sure no damage was done. When he was satisfied with the state of his sword he immediately sheathed it. He looks back down at the justiciar bleeding out beneath him, his eyes filled with nothing but hate and contempt. He kneels down watching the man look up at him helplessly.

“I told you.” Kaidan’s deep voice oozes with contempt, and satisfaction. He stands up walking away from the scum that lie dying on the stone dank and damp floor.

Kaidan reached out a hand to Kimiya, she took his hand nodding in acknowledgment. He pulled her up. He may have overestimated the amount of strength needed judging by the fact she was nearly pulled into his chest. The close proximity didn’t go unnoticed, Kaidan gazed down at her in awe as she looked up at him, his gaze softening. His mind was filled with breathless and wordless moments, and the feeling of skin on skin. However once Kimiya realized what happened she pulled her body away. This caused Kaidan to snap back into reality, he shook his head slightly coming out of a daze.

“Thanks.” She nodded, muttering softly before turning away.

The chest a foot or so away from her caught her attention. Stepping around the corpse of the Thalmor Justiciar she stepped closer to the chest, before opening it. She smirked at its contents. She stepped to the side looking towards Kaidan, gesturing her head towards the wooden vessel. He quirked an eyebrow before stepping forward.

“Finally you can put on some clothes like a decent man.”

After finally getting dressed in his armor, the two were able to scout and clear out the rest of the prison. They were able to grab two bedrolls and set up camp by the door. Kimiya sat on her’s, her bow and quiver beside her. She munched on a green apple from her supplies.

“How have you been?” Kaidan’s voice breaks the silence. The sound of crunching came to an abrupt halt. Kimiya swallows the food in her mouth before responding.

“Fine.” She responds before continuing “Been doing some jobs here and there, trying to keep these pockets filled up with coin.”

Kaidan nods in understanding, letting out a small knowing smile.

“I hear you, been taking up bounties for the same reason.”

Kimiya’s face scrunches up in confusion at his sentence before pushing it away and looking down towards the half eaten apple in her hands.

“Don’t see the reason why, don’t your merry band of misfits keep you comfortable?” She replied, venom dripping from her words.

“Haven’t been in contact with them for a few years now.”

Kimiya glances up at him from the corner of her eye, scrutinizing him. Searching for any lies, waiting for him to slip up. Once it was clear he was telling the truth she looked back down at the apple in her hands.

“Interesting.” She says callously as she lays back onto the damp furs of her bedroll.

“Listen, Kimiya” The said woman looks over at him fully at the sound of her name. “I did you wrong in so many ways. I was stupid and I was angry and reckless, I should have listened to you. I should have stayed…” He pauses in thought, “If you’ll allow me, I’d like to make up for those wrongs, however you’ll have me.”

Her eyes softened, and her chest tightened. The pain was so deep, too deep to get to. He could see the turmoil in her eyes, fighting between anger and sadness and forgiveness. His chest tightened as well, of course she had every right to curse him out and leave him right then and there. However he silently hoped she wouldn’t.

“Whatever, sounds good.” She says nonchalantly, shaking off her daze, before taking a final bite of her apple.

“Get your beauty sleep, we’re headed for Whiterun in the morning.” Kimiya says as she turns on her side, her back toward Kaidan.

Even though she wasn’t facing him, he still watched her. His eyes gazed over her sleeping form as he leaned his head against the stone wall. His lips pressed in a firm line in thought. He had expected a bigger reaction, for her to tell him off and hurl out insults. To instead be met with such an aloof response confused him to say the least. It unnerved him to be honest. But he’s at least thankful for the opportunity, the chance she’s given him.

A few tears slid down her face as she attempted to drift off to sleep.

[argisthebulwark]

accidentally skipped ahead and wrote the juicy bits for my longfic (the smut and the ending) and now i simply do not want to write all the in between stuff. like yeah it's a story and it lives in my head but the fun stuff's all done. it's just sitting there in that google doc.

[sparrow-malfoy]

I will write character preferences and headcanons for these characters and feel free to give me characters that you want me to add in

Requests: Open

Nemesis {Residents evil 3}

Brynjolf {skyrim}

Teldryn sero {skyrim}

Wrench {watch dogs 2 & 3}

Asa emory {the collector}

Jesse chromeans {laid to rest}

Jason Voorhees {Friday the 13th}

Elam drals {elder scrolls online}

Miraak {skyrim}

Send me character suggestions and I will look them up to do the fic

What I will write

Smut, fluff, pretty much any kinks, angst, I will write for female readers and gender neutral ONLY.

What I won't write

Pedophilia, little space, incest, rape, I will do consensual dub cun though, anything to do with age role-playing, body horror, racism, homophobia, sexism, I won't do request for plus size readers, reader withbig breasts, anything that describes what the reader might look like.

I want you/ reader to be able to actually read my work like a true reader fiction, so no names or anything that physically describes the reader.

Send me ideas or new characters to add especially from video games and horror movies.

[peachfridges]

masterlist

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dc

bruce wayne

nothing here yet…

dick grayson

nothing here yet…

jason todd

nothing here yet…

fortnite

jonesy

nothing here yet…

midas

nothing here yet…

montague

we’ll be okay - fluff, very slight angst, brief mention of canon-typical violence

modern warfare

alejandro vargas

dating headcanons

coming soon…

john ‘soap’ mactavish

dating headcanons

five times they almost got caught (and one time they did) - fluff, suggestive content but nothing graphic

john price

late that night - fluff, can be read platonically

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick

nothing here yet..

simon ‘ghost’ riley

dating headcanons

upcoming: hushed words

resident evil

chris redfield

nothing here yet..

leon s. kennedy

dating - fluff + a small bit of smut

re2 drabble - fluff + a tiny bit of smut

skyrim

brynjolf

nothing here yet..

farkas

nothing here yet..

miraak

nothing here yet..

ondolemar

nothing here yet..

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Kinktober 2024...

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uWsYMgk by Maladaptivity Look, I didn't think I would do this, but I'm putting off my literature homework. And this is close enough to literature to not feel guilty about writing it instead. Fuck off. There will not be good intros to all this porn. I'm trying my best. We're lucky if I even upload more than once in a week. Don't @ me I'm a college sophomore and this is not the most important thing in my life rn   btw, if y'all give me good writing critiques, I'll definitely take them to heart and tell my professor i'm getting out-of-class critique which could be extra credit soooooo help a brother out? Words: 9248, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games), 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), House of the Dragon (TV), Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Multi, F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Kamisato Ayato, Thoma (Genshin Impact), Rhaenyra Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Criston Cole, Arataki Itto, Gorou (Genshin Impact), John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Vex (Elder Scrolls), Karliah (Elder Scrolls), Delvin Mallory, Brynjolf (Elder Scrolls), Dovahkiin | Dragonborn (Elder Scrolls), Male Dovahkiin | Dragonborn (Elder Scrolls), Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Kamisato Ayato/Thoma, Alicent Hightower/Rhaenyra Targaryen, Criston Cole/Alicent Hightower/Rhaenyra Targaryen, Criston Cole/Rhaenyra Targaryen, Arataki Itto/Gorou, John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Delvin Mallory/Vex, Brynjolf/Male Dovahkiin | Dragonborn/Karliah (Elder Scrolls), Brynjolf/Dovahkiin | Dragonborn (Elder Scrolls), Male Dovahkiin | Dragonborn/Karliah (Elder Scrolls), Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Power Imbalance, Power Dynamics, Orgasm Edging, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Threesome - F/F/M, Threesome, Dehumanization, Breeding, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Crossdressing, Virginity, Virginity Kink, Loss of Virginity, read my dissertation on gender, Kinktober, Masturbation, Phone Sex, Long-Distance Relationship, Orgy, Some Plot, Dacryphilia, Handcuffs, Kidnapping, Kinda read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uWsYMgk

[astridthekhajiit375]

Hey there! Requests Open!

Here, I shall regard the fables that I create about some of our beloved Skyrim characters, mods or otherwise. Might also share some of my experiences. Below is a list of characters I will write for:

-Inigo

-J'zargo

-Kharjo

-Farkas

-Vilkas

-Brynjolf

-Ralof

-Ulfric Stormcloak

If someone you want isn't on the list, feel free to ask about it! I might decide to write for them.

I will write about:

-Angst (as much as someone wants) fluff, domestic fluff, pregnancy, or any SFW topic (I got a prompt list to choose from to combine any of these if wanted!!)

I will NOT write about:

-NSFW topics, in-depth sex scenes or smut, and if anything comes up that isn't here, I'll let you know, but I'm pretty flexible!

Hope to get asks at some point or another!

[wulflynn]

I looove fanfiction, but I’m not huge into smut. Fluff is where it’s at for me. Any recommendations?

Shane x Fe Marner - Stardew Valley

Mark x Fe Farmer - Coral Island

Cullen x Fe Inquisitor - Dragon Age

Brynjolf x Fe Player - Skyrim

I’ll still read smutty fics when they’re well-written, of course! But as an Ace I’m looking for some fluff. Any suggestions??

[gloomwitchwrites]

Lavender: Part Two

Brynjolf x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), oral sex (female receiving), breeding undertones, mentions of pregnancy

Word Count: 2.6k

After accepting Brynjolf’s marriage proposal, the two of you receive some long-awaited alone time since binding yourselves together under Mara’s eye.

Part One

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A strong breeze kicks up, rattling the side of the small cabin. A fire burns in the hearth, warm and strong, filling the space with light. The sun is all but gone. Your belly is full. And for once, you aren’t afraid. You are not stressed. There is no impending doom or subtle tension.

Tightening the wool blanket around your shoulders, you gaze into the fire, reflecting on the last few weeks. When you finally accepted Brynjolf’s proposal, he went to the Temple of Mara, and fetched a priestess like he said he would. The two of you bound yourselves together in matrimony.

Then it was done. Over. And your new life began.

The moment you sealed yourself to Brynjolf, the entire atmosphere changed within the Thieves Guild. They dropped their cold demeanors, greeting you with warm smiles and congratulations. The only member who didn’t seem to change at all was Vex, her icy exterior retaining a firm hold. At first, you believed she didn’t like you, but then you quickly realized that she’s sour with almost everyone.

You were not allowed to leave the cistern unless chaperoned, and while that bothered you at the time, you grew used to the routine. Brynjolf never waived in communicating how your mother and aunt fared in Solitude. He made sure to hand over any letters or pieces of communication, and whenever you longed to leave the cistern, Brynjolf would bring you with him to the market.

But all things end, and when Mercer Frey offered up a small retreat for you and Brynjolf to escape to for a bit, the two of you snatched it up without question. In Thieves Guild headquarters, there is nowhere private, and while you and Brynjolf tried to find a bit of quiet, it was ultimately difficult.

Every time you or Brynjolf tried to initiate anything, someone would appear as if sensing the intimacy.

Now, the two of you are alone. Truly alone.

Not simply as friends or lovers, but as husband and wife.

“Lass.”

Brynjolf’s hushed and husky voice drifts over to you. Turning away from the fire, you find him reclined on the bed. He is entirely bare except for a fur blanket covering his groin. The light from the fire casts a warm glow across his skin. Brynjolf bends one knee and lightly taps the bed beside him.

“Come to bed,” he croons, and your legs move without question. It is instinct to do so.

Approaching the side of the bed, your drop the blanket, revealing a thin shift. The chill air instantly pebbles your nipples and Brynjolf’s gaze drops to your breasts. It is a heated look, one that instantly pulls a slickness from your core.

Slowly, you lift your leg, planting one knee on the bed. Leaning forward, you place both hands on the soft bedding, and then lift your other leg. Brynjolf’s emerald eyes flash, his chest expanding and deflating quickly, nostrils flaring. With deliberate slowness, you slide over to him, keeping your gaze glued to his face. Brynjolf watches you the entire time. There is hunger lingering in the depths of his stare.

When you come to rest against his right side, Brynjolf reaches out, cupping your cheek with one hand. He doesn’t say anything. Simply touches. Caresses. Observers. The middle of his brow creases slightly and then softens. That kissable mouth of his turns upward, and there is so much love there it momentarily zaps your autonomy from you.

You would give Brynjolf anything in this moment.

“Do you remember the first time?” he asks.

“The first time?” you reply hesitantly, not sure you understand.

Brynjolf laughs softly. “You know.”

Your cheeks heat, sudden realization dawning. “Oh. Yes.”

Dropping his hand from your cheek, Brynjolf leans back into the bedding. “I was nervous. Excited.” He chuckles. “Couldn’t stay hard.”

“Or inside me,” you add with a smirk.

Brynjolf laughs, the sound of it sweet. “Aye. What a mess I was.”

“Are you telling me you’re nervous, husband?” you tease, placing one hand on his bare chest. He is warm beneath your palm, and you cannot help yourself. You stroke slowly, savoring his heat.

“Hardly,” he replies, his own hand grasping yours. Brynjolf brings your palm up to his lips to place a gentle kiss there. “I’ll be better.”

“Truly?”

Brynjolf’s amused grin widens as your teasing tone. One moment you’re reclining beside him and the next you’re on your back.

“Bryn!” you exclaim, but he has you pinned.

“If we married when he did,” he murmurs. “We’d have ourselves an army by now.”

You gasp and smack his chest. With how much space you have, the strike is weak, but it’s not meant to hurt.

“Don’t like the truth, lass?” he croons, head dipping slightly as if to kiss you.

“You’re terrible,” you reply, smiling.

Brynjolf grins. “You take that back.”

“Make me.”

The words leave your mouth and you cannot snatch them out of the air. You cannot shove them back down your throat.

Brynjolf’s grin grows wider, and you know in this moment that you’ve lost.

His mouth comes down on yours with a fierceness that steals all breath. It is suffocating. Intense. And so different from all the kisses you’ve ever received before, even from him. His large hands roam over the thin shift until your skin is buzzing, as if bees have made a home there. When he retreats it is agony, a staunch shattering that longs to be repaired.

“We have years to catch up on,” he murmurs against your lips, tongue darting out to tease.

“Then we best get started,” you reply, just as softly.

Brynjolf groans and comes back for more. It is sweet like an apple tart with extra sugar. Brynjolf will rot your teeth at this rate, but you’d hardly care even if he did.

His hands slip under the thin shift, bunching the fabric around your hips. The fur blanket that covers his cock is gone and his nakedness is apparent. It presses on your lower abdomen and you flex your hips up to bring him level with your entrance.

Brynjolf’s fingers dig into your thighs as his cock slides through your sex. “Not yet.”

Brynjolf releases your thighs and places both hands on the bed, pushing up to a seated position. His cock stands at attention, nearly meeting his belly button. Every muscle of his is on display, and you long to taste and lick each one.

Years. It’s been years, and your body still craves him like it did before.

“Off,” he says, and it is a command. His red hair lightly brushes over his shoulders as he shifts slightly on his knees.

Your fingers find the neckline but hesitate. It’s not because you’re scared or frightened of him, but because this makes it all the more real. The two of you are bound together under Mara’s blessing.

Brynjolf’s gaze softens. “Want my help, lass?”

Heat rises to your cheeks as you ease the neckline over one shoulder and then the other. It falls to your waist, revealing your breasts. Brynjolf is right there, reaching to help ease the shift down your legs.

When you are bare to him, Brynjolf groans. His hands return to your thighs and you part them, wanting him closer. Brynjolf briefly straightens, drawing back slightly, the tips of his fingers grazing over your inner thighs.

At first, you think he’s pulling away from you, but he only wants to admire, to gaze on your body for a bit.

“Gorgeous,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. Those emerald eyes of his darken. “Wife,” he whispers, as if he’s testing it out.

“Wife,” you repeat back to him.

His chest heaves. “Finally.”

Brynjolf surges forward. One hand presses into the bed by your head while his other grasps your hip. Your mouths connect, and the liquid fire returns, roaring through blood and bone until you’re drowning. All these years you’ve waited and resisted, believing that loving him would only ruin him. How wrong you were. This man is enthralled. It’s clear from every touch and kiss.

Brynjolf breaks away only to return his mouth to your skin. He kisses your jaw and the curve of your neck. He moves down to your collarbone and then between your breasts. Brynjolf descends further over your stomach and stops just above your sex.

You are still spread completely, legs forced apart by his expansive shoulders, entirely open for his view. Brynjolf’s gaze is locked on your sex. He is fixated, and when he finally glances up, his pupils are blown.

“May I taste my wife?” he asks, voice rough with lust. Brynjolf slides back a bit, forcing your legs over each of his broad shoulders. His mouth hovers just above your pussy.

“You may,” you reply, voice soft, almost inaudible.

The corner of Brynjolf’s mouth quirks into a smile. His head dips, breath hot against your slickness. It draws forth a shiver, one that has him groaning against your inner thigh. Brynjolf’s lips hover there, pressing lightly on your soft skin.

“No squirming,” he says before gently biting.

It’s not painful, more of a surprise that has you seeking refuge away from his mouth.

“Oh shove it, Bryn,” you mutter.

He laughs, and then his tongue is on you.

It is not tentative. Not hesitant. It’s not like the first time when the two of you stumbled through the motions. This is completely different. Completely other. Brynjolf is sure of himself, as if he’s known your body all his life, and he knows exactly what you need.

His tongue traces, moving from entrance to clit with deliberate slowness. Your back arches, but Brynjolf’s hold is firm. His large hands firmly grasp your outer thighs, keeping you parted. When his tongue makes another pass, a gasp escapes you. It is strangled. Nearly choked.

Brynjolf repeats the motion, and this time you whimper.

“So sweet,” he purrs. “And all mine.”

His words are liquid sin, dipped in Dibella’s teachings. When Brynjolf puts his mouth on you again, he tastes and tastes and tastes until everything in you clenches. That tension coils up like a serpent under the leaves, waiting to strike. There is no escape. No chase. You are completely open and raw, unable to contain the venomous bite inside you. The serpent shows its fangs, and you are a willing victim.

Brynjolf sucks your clit into his mouth and that cracks your control, shattering it like poorly forged steel. Your fingers slide through his red locks, tugging until he growls. Your hips flex, pushing your cunt against his mouth.

Those large, strong hands of his hold tight, keeping your hips still. But Brynjolf doesn’t guide you away. Instead, he keeps you pressed against his mouth, the flat of his tongue tearing your resolve into shreds.

“Stop. Bryn. I’ll suffocate you,” you gasp, trying in vain to create distance.

“Then I’ll die happy,” he replies casually before diving in for more.

Between your legs, you watch as Brynjolf adjusts his position. He freely offers you a clear view of the tip of his tongue as it circles and teases your clit. You are unable to look away. The sight of him worshiping your body like this sends your body buzzing, and that coiled tension returns, blooming fast.

Your gaze is fixed on that one point, of how his pink tongue plays with you. Brynjolf doesn’t need to use his fingers. By the Nine, if he did, you’d likely explode, shatter like hammer against ice.

You melt like the snows in summer. You do not stifle or attempt to restrain the moans that leave your lips. They are wild. Untamed. And all for him.

Who would hear you but him?

By the time you begin to come down, Brynjolf is already bringing your thighs together, angling them back toward your chest. You don’t care. Don’t event mind. Everything inside of you is light, as if you float amongst the clouds, soaring like a hawk.

“My wife,” he says softly, drawing your gaze back to him. Your lashes flutter, and a contented smile spreads across your face. Brynjolf’s mouth and chin are shiny with your juices.

He makes no move to clean himself.

“Husband,” you reply.

With a suddenness that surprises, Brynjolf’s hand grasps the nape of your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, only holds. He tugs, drawing you upward but not entirely into a seated position. Your fingers dig at the bedding beneath you, all the muscles in your body that were once languid are now tight with strain.

In this position, Brynjolf’s cock slides through your slickness in a back-and-forth motion until all you can hear is your own pleasure.

“Brynjolf,” you gasp, reaching for him.

He murmurs your name as the head of his cock bumps against your clit. Your only response is a strangled groan, one he answers by rocking his hips back enough to hold himself at your entrance.

On an exhale, Brynjolf begins to ease in. This is not like before. Not at all. You are stuffed. Filled.

“You’re doing so well, lass.” Brynjolf retreats slightly before pushing forward again. “You can take it.” He gives you more with each roll of his hips.

“By the Nine,” you say as he bottoms out.

“Don’t go praising the gods now, lass,” chides Brynjolf. “They don’t deserve your sweet words.”

You’d laugh, maybe even tease back, but Brynjolf is hungry, and he gives you no respite.

There is no subtle softness. No slowness. Brynjolf drives forward, each thrust concentrated strength. The hold on your neck disappears, and you slump back to the bed, but that doesn’t matter. In this position, you are pinned beneath him, unable to do anything but take. But you gladly accept it, each steady stroke a delicious bite.

You never want to leave this place. Never want to leave him.

Brynjolf adjusts your legs, spreading them out and up, pushing them toward your chest. It forces your hips up a bit but it only creates a deeper angle. Leaning forward, he plants one hand above your head and the other near your shoulder.

He grunts above you, beads of sweat rolling down his neck. Reaching up, you slide your hands up his chest and then over his shoulders, keeping him close. Taking the hint, Brynjolf relaxes a bit, draping himself over you as he thrusts.

Like this, you can reach him.

Flexing the muscles in your neck and shoulders, you arch up to kiss him. You only manage to graze his jaw but it’s enough. Brynjolf tips his head downward, and then he’s meeting you, each kiss desperate.

What were once steady thrusts become needy, quick bursts that signal his end. While you cannot move your legs much, you do manage to hook your heels over the backs of his thighs. This changes something within him because Brynjolf nearly crushes you as he groans out his releases.

You cling to him, holding tight as his hips stutter, the last few thrusts of his shallow and weak. Brynjolf’s lips brush against your jaw, then your cheekbone before falling against the curve of your ear.

“Did you want that army?” he asks.

“Do you?” you reply, turning your head enough to gaze upon his face.

The soft smile you receive tells you all you need to know. “Little versions of us running around the cistern? Brandishing knives?” You roll your eyes and Brynjolf chuckles against your throat. “I’ll take whatever you offer me, lass. You know that.”

He still inside you, and so you roll your hips, finding that he’s already becoming hard again.

“Let’s start with one.”

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Ships and Characters

Skyrim

My OCs + their ships. Farkas Vilkas Brynjolf

Fallout 3 Butch Cross Jericho Charon

Fallout New Vegas (if it’s not obvious, I really like the ladies in NV) Boone Lily Bowen Raul Cass Veronica

Fallout 4 All of the romance options Deacon Maxon The Raider bosses in Nuka World except the Black siblings

Fallout (TV Series) Ghoulcy Maximus x Lucy

Destiny 1 Any of my OCs Siobhan x Emyr Siobhan x Shaxx Siobhan x Uldren

Destiny 2 Any of my OCs Siobhan x Crow Siobhan x Shaxx

Dragon Age: Origins Any of my OCs established ships F!Cousland x Anora, F!Warden x Leliana, F!Warden x Morrigan, M!Warden x Morrigan, M!Warden x Zevran, F!Warden x Zevran

Dragon Age: Awakening F!Cousland x Nathaniel Howe, F!Cousland/Anders, F!Warden x Varel

Dragon Age 2 I’ll write for any of the characters and ships in DA2.  My favorites are: F!Hawke x Fenris, F!Hawke x Isabela x Fenris, F!Hawke x Varric, M!Hawke x Fenris, M!Hawke x Fenris x Isabela

Dragon Age: Inquisition I like almost all of the ships.  I struggle to write Solas so he’s just not available unfortunately.  Not that I don’t like his character, I just suck at writing him. My OCs and their ships, Dorian x Bull are some of my favorite.  I also love writing interactions that don’t involve smut for the companions as well.

Dragon Age Veilguard (when it comes out as I’m trying to keep away from most of the game information)

Mass Effect F!Shep x Kaidan, F!Shep x Ashley, F!Shep x Garrus, F!Shep x Tali (DON’T CARE IF THEY WEREN’T OFFICIAL, THEY EXIST TO ME).

Mass Effect 2 F!Shep x Garrus, F!Shep x Thane, F!Shep x Zaeed, F!Shep x Garrus x Thane, F!Shep x Tali, F!Shep x Miranda, M!Shep x Jack

Mass Effect 3 Same ship as 1 and 2.  I also write F!Shep x James Vega but in the non creepy Citadel DLC way.  That doesn’t exist in my canon.

Stardew Valley I’ll write smut about many of the characters in the game.  My one farmer is shipped with Harvey and my other is shipped with Leah.  If you give me characters I’ll make it work.  My only line in the sand is I will not write any cheating.

BG3 *waves hand to OCs* I’ll write whatever for them and their ships.  If you request BG3 just give me some options and I’ll figure it out.

Helluva Boss* Established canon ships!  I am loving the angst with Blitz and Stolas right now.

Hazbin Hotel* Established canon couples, Angel Dust x Husker (mostly fluff for these two because Angel Dust needs it).  I won’t write Alastor in any romantic ships.

My Hero Academia*

I mostly write Reader insert fics for MHA.  I also write ships between characters too.  Platonic fluff, found family, sarcasm, and anything that is G to T rating is for every character.  My main ships: Midnight x Eraserhead x Mic Midnight x Eraserhead Mic x Eraserhead Fatgum x Mirko Fatgum x Hawks Fatgum x Eraserhead All Might x Eraserhead Mirko x Shigaraki (Don’t question it, I love the toxicity of it) Compress x Twice Twice x Hawks Hawks x Dabi

Demon Slayer*

My OC x Rengoku My Demon OC x Muzan Reader Inserts for all the over 18 characters I also write platonic found family for all the characters

Kaiju No. 8*

Hoshina is my absolute favorite character in this show. Kafka Hibino is a close second Narumi (omg the anime did him a disservice so badly) Eiji Hasegawa Haruichi Izumo Iharu Furuhashi Reno Ichikawa

Any any platonic, fluff, cute stuff with any of the characters

Haikyuu

As everyone in the main cast is over 18 by the end of the manga, I’ll write all the characters.  It’s mostly Reader Inserts but I’m open to OCs and character x character ships.

One Punch Man

Saitama Genos Atomic Samurai Blast Zombieman

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How Could an Angel Break My Heart?

Characters: Kaidan x Kimiya (Original Character)

Summary: Reminiscing, and a constant reminder of their shattered friendship.

Word Count: 5,191

Warnings: a lil spicyy, LIKE A MILLIMETER OF SPICE I SWEAR, Mallus Maccius

A few wee notes:

the main character is a redguard woman (she's black y'all). while i describe her in detail please feel free to envision her however you'd like.

title is from the song "How Could an Angel Break My Heart" by toni braxton and babyface

Chapter 4 (Acquaintances)

⋆｡‧˚ʚChapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 ɞ˚‧｡⋆

“You’re so slow Miya!! Can’t catch me like that!” The little black haired boy called out as he stood firm, his hands cupped around his mouth to amplify the sound of his voice.

The said girl came running up the hill after him, pouting with her brows furrowed. Her forest green dress had mud stains littering it, and her chubby little legs had them too. Leaves and small twigs poked out from her kinky curly fro. Her hair bouncing, occasionally freeing a leaf or two from her curly tresses.

Just as she was only a few feet from the boy, he jumped to the side before running a few feet away again. She halted to a stop, teetering over slightly threatening to fall into the grass. Thankfully she was able to regain her balance. She huffed before turning towards the direction he went. However in the same fashion as before he was able to dodge and run the opposite direction. Kimiya let out a groan in frustration, getting absolutely fed up.

Her head whipped towards the direction he went in, her face nearly red in rage. This time instead of just running at him, once she got closer she leaped off the ground in an attempt to tackle him. The boy’s eyes widened as he jumped to the side, this action causing Kimiya to fall face first into the mud puddle with a loud squish. Mud flew in all directions. The boy uttered an “oh shit” before rushing to the side of his friend.

“Miya, are you okay?” He asked, grabbing both her hands as she sat up from the messy puddle. He pulled her out of the puddle. Kimiya’s entire face was covered in the sop, her curls clumping together due to the mud. The entire dress was ruined, at least you could still see the green before she fell, now it should be considered a brown dress.

“I hate you, Kaidan!! You never play fair!” She cries out, tears flowing out her brown eyes. Her little hands came up wiping her eyes sobbing into her hands.

“It’s not my fault you chose to jump at me!” He argues back, crossing his arms, turning his back on her. At this she sobbed louder into her hands, sniffling and her shoulders trembling.

Kaidan’s brows furrowed as he pressed his lip into a firm line. Hearing her sobs made him look down at his feet, feeling worse. He let out a sigh before turning back around.

Kimiya saw from the cracks in her fingers his figure crouching down beside her. She felt his hands gingerly grab hers and pull them from her face. She looked up at him curiously, as he gripped her hand. He slowly pulled her to her feet walking towards the river close by the cottage. He sat her down on a large rock close to the river’s edge. She grew even more inquisitive as he ripped the bottom part of his tunic off so he had a thin cloth in his hands. He dunked the material in the running water unceremoniously, before beginning to rub the dirt off her face.

She pulled away, turning away from him angrily to which he grabbed her hand again pulling her back gently.

“Stop it!” He says firmly, eyes narrowed. Can’t she see he’s trying to help? Her eyes narrowed back towards him, not backing down. He sighed again.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said.” He looks down again, kneeling in front of her. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, or your feelings. Can you forgive me?” He finally asks, before looking up.

At this she looked back towards the boy kneeling in front of her.

“Are you kids okay, did something happen?” A soft worried voice called out, causing both kids to look back up towards the cottage. A woman in a simple brown and tan dress stood the the front door, peering down at the duo.

“Yes mom!” Kimiya yelled back, she looked back at the black haired boy below her. She had to think of something. She thought of the only thing that made sense in her child-mind.

“Kaidan’s proposing!” This caused the boy's cheeks to turn just as bright red as his eyes. So flabbergasted he attempted to let out an “Am not!” However Kimiya’s mom beat him to it.

“Well that’s going to have to wait till after supper! Hurry up before the stew gets cold!” She laughs out before retreating back into the small home.

Kimiya looked back at Kaidan with a smug look on her face. He leered at her, a grumpy look on her face.

“Apology accepted. Plus I kept you from getting in trouble with mommy!”

He rolled his eyes, before going back to cleaning off her chubby cheeks. After several swipes and scrubs the dirt was almost barely visible.

The boy stood up again, holding out a stubby hand.

“Ready?” He asked, to which she nodded, grabbing his hand; allowing him to pull her up and guide her to her feet. Once she stood fully on her feet, an idea came to mind. An attempt to make the energy comfortable.

“I bet I can beat you to the house!” She claimed. A grin stretched across his face at the sound of the challenge.

“You’re on!” He accepted the challenge with a glint of determination in his eyes.

“When I win, you have to marry me for real!” She said, crossing her arms.

“When I win, you have to go hunting with me.” He said, crossing his arms.

“123 GO!” Kimiya rushes out, running a slightly earlier than the word “GO”

“Cheater!” Kaidan called out as he attempted to catch up.

Kaidan’s inner clock woke him up roughly at the same time he heard Kimiya shuffling about. As he cracked his eye open he saw her body hunched over her pack, taking inventory of everything she had. He heard her mumble to herself, counting.

“Ok 4 healing potions, 5 apples, 5 stamina potions and… wait is it… do I have my…” She mumbles incoherently.

“Okay, uhm okay so… one two…”

He pushed himself up on his forearms, letting out a hardy yawn in the process. The sound that escaped his lips caught the attention of the woman beside him. Kimiya looked over her shoulder.

“Morning.” She greeted with a nod of acknowledgement, before turning back towards the task at hand

“I’m assuming you slept well, judging by the drool on your chin.” She grinned evilly to herself, practically hearing the man scramble to wipe his chin and mouth. At the feeling of his dry chin he halted, giving her a deadpan stare.

“Kidding.” She says nonchalantly. Without even having to look back to see his expression she knew the expression he bore, and the fact he caught onto her little ruse. He huffed, sitting up and shrugging on an undershirt before putting on his armor.

“Well you can’t blame me if I was. S’not every weekend you get captured and tortured by the Thalmor.”

Kimiya bit the inside of her lip when hearing this, reminded of the state she found her childhood friend in. She turned back towards him, closing up her pack.

“How are you feeling by the way?” She asks softly.

“I’ll be fine, been through worse.” He responds dispondantly, his eyes still trained on the bag in front of him. He stands up, swigging his pack onto his back with a huff. He turns towards the woman below him before holding out his gloved hand.

“Ready? Or do you need to count everything in your pack one more time?” He said with a smug expression plastered on his face.

“Oh Haha. Did anyone ever tell you you’re so hilarious?” She replies with sarcasm etched into every word. She takes his hand before finally standing on her feet. Letting go of his hand she stepped towards the creaky wooden door, pulling it open with two strong tugs.

The morning light was a stark contrast to the dark and dingy color pallet that was inside the abandoned prison. The sun was shining from just below the top of the trees. The sun's rays peeking through the various leaves and branches. There was a soothing smell in the air due to the rain from last night.

The road to Whiterun was silent, aside from the sounds of bird chirping and the occasional rustle of bushes or the occasional wolf attack. Kimiya had her hands on her hips, and she was staring up at the blue sky. She occasionally stretched her neck, and cracked her knuckles. Every now and again her eyes would glance towards Kaidan. It was weird. It’s been five years, the longest they’ve ever been apart. Truly it was like seeing a ghost. Has he changed? Was he the same? Did his favorite color change? Has he learned anything about his past? His heritage? Why did she even suggest that he accompany her on her mission? Why was she continuously giving him chances and chances? She might have been staring for too long.

“Glad to see you’ve developed a staring problem.” He teased without taking his eyes off the road ahead. So she in fact was staring for too long.

“Just trying to figure out why in all these four years you didn’t get a haircut.” She shot back thoughtlessly before turning back towards the rocky path ahead.

“Dunno, never had any complaints about it before. Think it suits me.”

By the Nine it did.

“Whatever floats your boat I guess.” She shrugs.

“What’re we doing in Whiterun?” He asks, finally taking his eyes off the road to look at his traveling companion. The timing was perfect too, as the Hold’s capital came into view. Dragons Reach was impressive, and was the first thing they noticed.

“Got a job to do.”

“What kind of job?”

“Espionage.”

Kaidan quirked an eyebrow at this, intrigued.

“Espionage, eh?” He said, swatting away a cluster of gnats. “Didn’t know you were in the business of…spying. How’d you get involved in that?”

Kimiya recalled her first year with the Thieves Guild.

“We’ll save that story for a tavern.” She smiles softly at the memories as she adjusted the pack on her shoulders.

It was then Kaidan’s turn to have a staring problem, He watched as she took a few strides ahead of him. Part of him was happy to see she was doing well, and that she was well off. She had some sort of form of income, she had stories to tell, and adventures to recall. The deep and buried part of him was bitter. Bitter that he couldn’t be there to experience those adventures, tell the other half of their stories. Make a life with her. He knew it was no one’s fault but his own. Maybe another even deeper part of him, hoped he could make that life with her…now?

Abruptly Kimiya takes a sharp turn, causing Kaidan to look towards her then towards the road before following not far behind. He watched her come upon some large bushes. She looked around for what Kaidan assumed were any possible threats. Once the coast was clear she rummaged through her pack, pulling out a second pair of clothes. Her brown eyes darted towards Kaidan. Her bag went soaring into his arms, he caught it expertly before looking at her confused.

“Keep an eye out for people.” She orders, he gives her a nod before turning around keeping an eye out for any people around. He didn’t completely understand why, but he’d ask questions later. However once he heard a shift in the bushes behind him he directed his attention towards the noise. He didn’t expect to see her bare back. His eyes involuntarily shifted down her toned back. Her soft skin caught the sunlight in such a way that made it seem like she was glowing, almost as if flakes of gold were embedded in her skin. He realized the hard stare he had on her when he watched her slide on a white blouse. He quickly averted his eyes, staring at the road ahead. That however, didn’t stop the blush from forming on his cheeks.

After about a minute or two Kimiya finally came clamoring over to his side. She had tripped over a rock or two, but she’d rather die than tell Kaidan that. She brushed off her brown skirts and adjusted her corset, which she opted for as opposed to her leather armor. Looking like an ordinary civilian She reached her arm out towards Kaidan. He wordlessly handed her back her pack.

“Thanks.” Kimiya says as she grabs her bag and tosses it over her shoulder.

But before walking away was even an option Kimiya looked Kaidan up and down. His heavy armor catches in the light from the sun shining above. His long sword strapped to his back. He was sure to draw attention. Kaidan watched her look him up and down with a confused and flustered look on his face, and his face only flushed more when she spoke.

“Do you have anything under that?”

He blinked, bewildered before answering truthfully.

“Y-“ A squeak left his lips as he tried to speak. He coughed into his fist clearing his throat.

“Yes.” His voice deeper than usual

“Good. I need that armor off.”

“You what?”

Kimiya sighs before tapping on the armor, her nails making a dinging noise each time they rapped against the metal.

“Off. Now.”

“Why?” He asked, his cheeks growing slightly pink. His voice slightly higher pitched and more urgent, his eyes wide.

Kimiya scrunched her face up in annoyance and confusion.

“What the…why are you stressing? Your armor is way too flashy. Well I mean…so are you. But you’ll be the talk of the hold if you walk in like that. A red-eyed swordsman? Oh yeah, if I were a simple farm hand that’s all I’d be talking about.” Kimiya explains with her hands on her hips, her tone irritated that she had to explain all this. But then again this is Kaidan we’re talking about, man couldn’t sneak up on someone in a dark, and noisy room.

“Oh. Of course.” He blushes even harder, now at his mistake of reading her intentions wrong.

Once the final piece of his armor was taken off and stuffed into his pack Kimiya did a once over again. Nodding in approval.

“It’ll do.” She says, his loose cream colored shirt hanging from his body. The strings which tighten and close the dip in his shirt hung loosely down his chest. His trousers also hung loosely and bunched slightly at his boots. He looked like a normal, regular, schmegular guy. Those boots however, the spikes protruding out of them definitely were out of place with the rest of his attire. It will have to do, hopefully no one will look down.

“Ready?” She asks, looking up at him. Kaidan nodded wordlessly, his cheeks still slightly flushed, walking back towards the path.

After about an hour the duo was face to face with Whiterun, the bustling capital city of Whiterun Hold, aptly named indeed. The sun was reaching the apex of the sky and its rays engulfed Whiterun’s residents in a comforting blanket of warmth. A few people peeked up to see who was entering their city. A few quirked their eyebrows at the duo before going about their day.

The sound of tiny fast paced footsteps made its way to Kaidan’s ears before the source of the sound was exposed. The sight of children running past Kaidan and Kimiya made him let out a small smile. Their shouts and giggles grow softer and softer as they run down the cobblestone path. Kaidan’s eyes remained on the group of kids, a smile still prominent on his face.

“You’re so slow, Miya!”

The gentle breeze and the soothing sound of rushing water filled his subconscious and the sight of Kimiya's bright smile flashed through his mind. The outside world became fuzzier and fuzzier as the world inside his mind became clearer and clearer.

Kimiya on the other hand was more concerned about her current job. Gather information on Honningbrew Meadery. Maven was a woman you wouldn’t want to cross, but she paid well when you worked for her. She was a scary woman, to say the least, and messing up on a job was not an option. Luckily, however, that’s not something Kimiya does. She had her eyes on every person outside surveying and analyzing them as they walked past, looking over every building in view. As they continued down the path a sign came into view which read “The Bannered Mare.” What better place to rest your head than a place filled with ale and mead.

The Bannered Mare was roughly empty at this time of day besides a few patrons grabbing drinks early in the morning, or grabbing a bite to eat. Kimiya’s kind of people. A cozy fire burned brightly in the center of the inn filling the room with a comfortable warmth, its lighting enveloping the space in a soft warm lighting. Kimiya’s eyes drifted over to the counter, a seemingly middle aged woman tended to the surface. Possibly the owner. She wiped down several spills and some unidentifiable messes that stained the wood counter.

Kimiya began her stride towards the woman the moment her eyes met her. Kaidan followed behind her, allowing her to take the lead. Kimiya waltzed up to the counter, a bright smile plastered on her face. The brunette woman behind the counter peeked up from her current task to view her current patrons. She straightens her back to her full height, putting on a pleasant smile as she pushes the rag she was using to the corner of the counter.

“Good Morning. What can I do for the two of you?” She asks.

“Hi, We’d like to rent a room for the next three days.” Kimiya replied with rehearsed politeness.

After paying for, and being shown their room Kimiya plopped on the king sized bed dumping her pack on the bed. Kaidan stepped inside taking a quick survey of the room, acknowledging any exits and entrances. He locked the door behind him before taking a seat at a chair by a small accent table. He groaned once his pack left its position on his shoulders and made its way onto the floor. He cracked his neck and stretched his arms to relieve the tension in his neck, his back, and his shoulders. It was always good to sit down after many hours of travel. Kaidan peeked up at Kimiya.

“So now can you explain why we’re here?” Kaidan asks, leaning back in his chair.

Kimiya glances at the door before lowering her voice.

“I’m here to gather some intel on Honningbrew Meadery.”

“For who?”

“...Maven Blackbriar.” Kimiya answers her voice almost impossibly low, it was truly a miracle that Kaidan heard the name that left her lips

He pauses for a moment, seemingly contemplating and digesting the name that left her lips. It’s no secret that Maven Black-Briar is an infamous woman, her reputation precedes her for sure.

“What do you need me to do?” He says simply.

Kimiya’s serious demeanor melted and a smile emerged from beneath.

“Follow my lead.”

It was best to get to work as quickly as possible, due to Maven not being a woman who liked to be kept waiting, among other reasons. That’s why the pair exited the inn and made their way to Honningbrew as soon as they had a game plan, also not before stopping to buy Kaidan new boots. However after slapping a few shiny septims on Belethor’s counter they were finally on their way.

Once the pair stepped inside the meadery Kimiya’s eyes immediately went to survey the area. Straight ahead was a bar counter, a few tankard and goblets coupled with bottles of mead were grouped on the counter spaced neatly. Behind the counter was a shelf with extra tankards and goblets, and some extra bottles of mead. Off to the right and the left were a few chairs and tables, most likely for those coming in for a tasting. On the right was a door leading to another room.

“I don’t care how long it takes, get rid of our little problem or I’ll be adding some interest to your loan, Mallus”

Kimiya’s eyes darted over to where the venom filled voice came from. A second voice begrudgingly agrees to the terms. Not long after a man walks out of the room off to the right. Sabjorn, it’s gotta be. Sabjorn’s entire being perks up at seeing Kimiya and Kaidan standing by the door. He steps behind the counter and greets the pair with a rehearsed smile.

“Ah, so sorry for the wait. How can I help you both?”

Kimiya responds with her own rehearsed smile.

“Please! No apologies necessary.” She waves off his concern.

”My husband and I were interested in a tasting.” Kimiya’s arm links under Kaidan's, pulling him closer and resting her head on the peak of his shoulder.

For a moment she really felt like she could stay like this. The warmth of his arm against her side. Her head leaning against him and her arm wrapped his arm claiming him in a way. The façade poked around in her brain and heart more than she liked. It opened her mind to the possibilities of that happening, or what could have happened rather. Kaidan’s gaze traveled downwards, he didn’t mean to tense up briefly. However he loses up slightly. Though he bit back the urge to melt too much into her. He also sends a, less rehearsed, smile towards the man.

“Of course, please take a seat and my assistant will be right over.”

The pair nods before taking a seat at a table in the corner by the double doors to the right. Kimiya watches as Sabjorn disappears into the other room, accompanied by hushed and harsh whispered words. Already a few ideas were brewing in her head at how she could get some of the information Maven needed. Her contemplation and peace was interrupted by ghostly apparition. Kimiya jolted slightly in her seat once she laid eyes on the being.

“Welcome, what can I get for you two today?”

Oh. The pale greasy man looks down expectantly. His thin brow quirks as he peers down at her with his cold blue eyes through his dark and sunken eyes. Mallus, she presumed. Kimiya pauses for a few seconds to completely understand what the hell just happened. An awkward smile stretches across her face as collects herself.

“Hi…” Kimiya trails off, clearly caught off guard and trying her best to get her bearings.

“Just two bottles of mead for us,” Kimiya pauses before leaning closer to the pale man, much to her dismay.

“Add a third bottle as well, it’s my husband’s birthday and he can’t get enough of this stuff.” She chuckles politely adding to her façade of a happily married customer.

Kaidan looks at her with a raised brow..

”You make me out to be some sort of a drunk, wife.” He grits out her faux title.

”If you weren’t drinking it all the time, perhaps you wouldn’t feel so ashamed, Husband.” Her lips stretch into a tight smile as she bickers with him over this fabricated scenario, okay maybe they were leaning into the argument prone kind of couple.

Their poor server of sorts simply took a breath of agitation before stepping behind the counter and coming back with the three bottles as directed, patience clearly thin. Mallus had no desire to continue any conversation, so he didn’t. He simply left their table to… hopefully wash his hair.

The moment he leaves Kimiya relaxes slightly, her eyes darting around the room as she grasps the bottle of mead in her hand. Already without doing much digging she already figured out two weak points in this company’s foundations. A disgruntled, and seemingly bitter employee, and a problem. Now, just to poke at those weak points.

“What are you doing?” A sharp venomous voice sounded from the back room.

”Nothing, boss.”

“Exactly, you’re doing nothing. Get your lazy ass up and put in some work! What do I even pay you for?”

“You don’t pay me. I’m working for free until I can pay off this godforsaken loan.”

“See that’s the problem, I gave you an opportunity to pay me back, yet you sit here and complain. You eat my food for free, and you drink up my mead like a damn leech.”

Ouch. After a few moments of silence the pale man came out, his face hardened and his lips downturned into a scowl. Kimiya and Kaidan’s eyes immediately turn away as if they weren’t paying attention to every word of that argument. The man begrudgingly walked over to the table the two of them sat at.

”Can I get you both anything else?” Mallus asks begrudgingly.

Kimiya offers a sympathetic and warm smile, this was the perfect opening.

“We’re good. Thank you.”

At this, he automatically turns around to leave, until Kimiya speaks up.

“If I may…” She begins, voice laced with intentional empathy. “I apologize for eavesdropping, but no one deserves to be spoken to like that. I’m so sorry you have to go through that.” She says softly enough so Sabjorn couldn’t hear.

“Save your pity for someone who needs it, lady.” He grunts with a scowl.

“It’s not pity. It’s the truth, lad.” Kaidan pipes up, catching onto Kimiya’s plan. He leans back, crossing his arms over his broad chest exuding confidence. Kaidan’s agreement seemed to take an edge off the man’s aggression. Kimiya, noticing this, holds back an eye roll.

“It’s not like there’s anything I can do about it. My circumstances aren’t exactly ideal” The sickly pale man replies, his eyes darting to the side door making sure his boss wasn’t privy to their conversation.

Despite her agitation with Mallus, she was grateful for Kaidan’s ability to get him to open up.

“Even so, you shouldn’t take that from anyone. What makes him so high and mighty that he gets to treat you like a slave?” Kimiya chimes in, her voice laced with thinly concealed anger. All according to plan.

Kaidan reaches out placing a hand on her’s looking at her with concerned and loving eyes. A grin almost spread across her lips at the ease in which he assisted her in her plan.

She sighs before looking away rubbing her faux husband’s hand on top of her’s.

“I’m sorry, love. You know much things like this bother me…” Kimiya says, her brows furrowed and a slight frown on her face.

A small snort almost left Kaidan’s lips, before he covered his mouth and the blooming snicker attempting to snake its way out. Kimiya, practically smelling the slight falter in his facade, kept her eyes low. She knew that looking at him for even a split second would break the dam of cackles sitting ready in her belly.

However Mallus was unaware of their internal struggle, instead he pondered for a few moments. He sat with those words, must he be treated like a slave for his past transgressions. Must he be worked to the bone and made to suffer, to try and pay back a loan he had no idea if he could ever really pay off anyway? No…no this wasn’t right.

“You’re right, it isn’t okay!” Mallus looks back up at the couple, a newfound feeling of conviction running through his veins. However that was replaced with confusion at the sight of empty chairs, and a slightly emptier table, aside from the stack of gold that had been left for him.

As soon as the front door closed completely Kimiya fell into a fit of laughter, the cackle dam bursting open violently. The violent nature of the bursting dam caused a snort to erupt from her, which in turn caused Kaidan to howl with laughter and grip his stomach. The sound of Kaidan’s laughter made Kimiya’s chest grow warm. She gazes up at him for a moment, the warm glow of sunlight catching in his raven hair, illuminating his skin. The corners of his mouth creasing, his eyes screwed shut as he revels in the jovial nature of this moment. Before she could take the time to process what kinds of feelings this reawakened, she turned away her laughter dying.

“So how’d I do? Think I could do some spying of my own?” He sends her a charming smile, which she would deny desperately that it made her heart do a barrel roll or two.

“You were decent enough.” She replies curtly as she walks a little bit ahead of him.

Kaidan’s previous jovial expression fell as the coldness from her words settled on him. His lips downturn into a frown as a sigh leaves his lips, slightly bitter from the subtle reminder of their broken relationship. His thoughts were cut short the moment a massive shadow cast itself upon the road they were walking on, however as quickly as it appeared it vanished. The sudden change in lighting had the two looking towards the sky. It couldn’t be a cloud. Clouds don’t appear and disappear in mere moments. The moment their eyes met with the sky above their question was answered. However that answer came at a cost, a huge one and the haunting, ground shaking roar that came from above solidified that.

Humongous black wings, a shiny and scaly black hide. A body bigger than a damn house gliding on air as if it was part of the wind itself. If you hadn’t been already staring at the sky, or been standing in its shadow, you would have missed it. It was there, then gone in an instant. It was as if the world was frozen in the exact moment forever. The seconds felt like hours, and minutes felt like days. There weren’t many things that drove Kimiya to silence, however this was one of them.

Her eyes were wide as the feeling of pure dread crept up her spine. There was only one thing that could be, and neither Kimiya nor Kaidan had expected to see one in their lifetime. Not since they were killed off in the First Era. The two were entirely entranced, enthralled and horrified. The moment that the roars subsided and dampened due to the distance, was the moment they were released from their stupor.

The first thing Kaidan looked at was Kimiya, and the first thing Kimiya did was take off. Her feet hit the ground running, and her hands let go of the bottle of mead in her hand. The amber colored bottle shattered the moment it hit the cobblestone road. At the sight of Kimiya taking off, Kaidan's first response was to follow. He narrowly dodged the broken glass and deep brown liquid. He was hot on her trail. The moment the bridge just below the waterfall came into view she hooked right. Towards Riverwood.

[accio-peach]

“what did I fucking say about putting yourself in close call situations, lass?” Brynjolf growled as he pressed you against a tree after fleeing a bandit camp he specifically told you not to raid.

“what’s life without a bit of risk?” You struggled to hide your grin.

Gripping your waist, he pulled you flush against his chest, pressing his lips firmly into yours. Mumbling against your lips, “the risk isn’t worth it when your life is on the line, you greedy brat.”

[argisthebulwark]

I need some brynjolf porn. I cant think of anything specfic right now so I'm hoping maybe you have something in your inbox? I love how you right him and rn I can NOT get him out of my mind

ogh i've been reading smut for hours bestie so same hat. i didn't have anything horny in the works so here's a lil bit for u <3 it's sexually explicit under the cut - minors should not read or interact. warnings for light choking, hair pulling, fingers in mouth. bryn bein a little mean but in a sexy way.

"That's right, love." Bryn smirked, fingers twisting deep into the back of your hair. Blunt nails brushed down the nape of your neck and you were shivering, moaning around the fingers shoved down your throat. "Bryn." You muttered his name, eyes rolling back as the pads of his fingers pressed to your tongue. Sharp green eyes caught yours when he thrust into you again, burying his cock as deep as he could. You had no clue how many hours had passed since he'd suggested sneaking off for a quick moment alone but it wasn't enough - even after a handful of orgasms you couldn't get enough of him. "You're doin' so well," he murmured, hips grinding and cock brushing something that sent arousal jolting through your body. "You look so pretty droolin' all over my fingers, darling. But you're makin' quite a mess." God, he was everything. Sweaty skin stuck together and your nostrils were full of his favorite cologne. Your nails dragged up his back to clutch his shoulders, steadying yourself with each harsh thrust. You knew he'd be boasting about those scratches for days but with those skillful hands and his cock buried deep in you, you couldn't muster up the energy to care. "Bet the rest of 'em would love to see their Guild Master like this." Brynjolf grinned, knowing exactly how to get your blood pumping. He withdrew his fingers just enough for you to catch your breath before thrusting them unceremoniously back into your mouth, sending a flutter of arousal through your body. "Their fearless leader spread over the desk just beggin' to get fucked." Any attempt at his name lost in a messy moan around his fingers. Brynjolf's thrusts grew sloppier, fingers slipping from your mouth to wrap around your throat. Your lips found his as he applied just enough pressure to wreck the last shred of self control. Arousal burned along under your skin, muscles tensing and the rest of the world ceased to exist. Somewhere far off you heard your voice echoing through the Cistern but you'd never felt so good. "Fuck, can't hold out, so pretty -" Brynjolf stuttered out your name when he came, his grip on your hair a delightful sting at the back of your head. For just a few heartbeats you sat there, panting in Brynjolf's lap as you came down from the intense high only he could give you. Gentle fingers combed down the mess he'd created in your hair as your heart slowed to its regular rate. Chaste kisses pressed to your throat where his fingers had been, even the smallest sensation shattering after all that. Eyes starry and limbs loose from orgasming, you were vaguely aware of Brynjolf gathering you in his arms. Your eyelids felt terribly heavy when he brushed aside his armor and allowed you to curl into his chest. The world seemed to tilt as exhaustion hit like a brick but he was there to steady you. "You did so good, love." He mumbled into your hair, kissed pressed to your head. You lingered on the edge of overstimulation and appreciated the light fingers trailing over your sweaty skin - not too much, just enough to ground you. "You always do so good," he continued lavishing praise on you, so gentle when he nonchalantly covered your body with his armor. "Love you so much."

[lake-ilinalta]

One Of Them

A/N-Disclaimer: I'm very, very drunk and making this up as I go because I lost a bet to write smut... Brynjolf works, I think?

Brynjolf x Dark Brotherhood Reader

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Riften was a strange, busy, rude town. If you weren't a Blackbriar, you meant nothing. If you didn't have money, you meant nothing. Those were only three of the list of reasons you avoided it in your travels if not for work. Your uncle lived there-worked there- more like. Delvin Malory. He was respected among his people but rarely showed his face around the streets. He lacked the discretion and diplomacy it took to be an assassin, just a common thief in the guild that found itself sinking. They gripped coins for life, of course. Raising taxes on shop owners, digging their sewer claws into the Jarl's household. It was disgusting to you. You were forced to be clever, act with your intelligence and not your greed, to stay in the shadows and accept the trust of nobody. It was a lonely life, but one that was necessary.

You pushed open the door with your armored shoulder, walking along the pool of what you'd hoped to be drained water from the lake. Sneaking your way past, you avoided a brutish man, a cruel snarl on his lips and you imagined he wasn't very bright either. Your uncle was sat at the bar beside a redguard woman, a blonde nord blocking your path. She was beautiful, but her dagger was drawn instantly and you folded your hands behind your back, calmly toying with the belt of your throwing knives.

"Who are you?" She demanded.

Your unamused look as you pressed forward against the blade sent a fury to her belly and she spun your body, holding the knife tighter to your throat. The thing about thieves, is they've more bravado than talent. You were trained to fight, trained to survive any circumstances, traded to hide and manipulate if you're caught. But a thief was ruled by greed, anticipation and instant gratification with the sound of two coins rubbing together.

"That's a mistake, sweetheart." A neutral tone left your lips as a small line of blood trickled down your neck. But you had no reaction, putting a look of unease into every pair of eyes in you in the Ragged Flagon.

"Not from where I'm standing." She growled in your ear.

Delvin turned on his stool, lazily, drunk and not bothering to lower his tonkard or raising to his feet. "From where I'm standing, Vex, you've got a knife to my niece's throat."

"Niece?!" She dropped her blade back to her side but never relaxed. "The assassin? Your brother lives in Solthseim, Delvin."

"Yet I don't. People travel." You rubbed your throat with a dry tone.

The cut had clotted and wouldn't scar but you rolled your eyes regardless, taking a sudden swing. Your fist collided with her nose and a cracking sound resonated over the gushing water around the guild. Nobody dared move but Vex who held her face in pain, gasping as blood filled her cupped palms. Your knuckles were split and you shook out the pain while walking to Delvin's side. He pressed his fingers into his eyes, knowing your actions reflected on him.

"How have you been, uncle?" Your tone was unflinchingly calm, neutral despite what just happened.

"Fine, Y/N." He muttered tiredly, tossing Vex a rag to stop the bleeding. "How's work?"

"Astrid will cut out my tongue if I give that away."

"What are you doing here, Y/N?" The all too familiar voice came from behind you and you were reluctant to turn.

Brynjolf emerged from the darkness in his black leather armor, framing the expanse of his shoulders.

"I believe our girl is here for you. She's a Malory, we don't visit family on a whim."

Delvin smirked, shaking his head. Your eyes widened, neither of you had been aware he knew of your meeting. It had been during your last hit in Solitude. He never spoke of his business there, nor did you. It was better left as a secret, a rift between your two worlds where there was a difference between the meaning of 'morals.' Thieves viewed assassins as murderers... Both had little respect for the other.

Delvin leant in to kiss your cheek and throw his arm around your shoulders. The both of you turned to the redhead and something possessive and intimate flashed before his face making your uncle uneasy.

Brynjolf shifted from one foot to the other. "A word, Y/N?"

You stood still, not obeying any command unless it came from Astrid, herself. Delvin grinned down at your stubbornness. You really were related, not quite in looks but the attitude gave it away. But after a moment of Brynjolf's demanding, dominant eyes, you pulled away from the warmth and unusual safety of your uncles embrace.

Turning to him, "We'll speak of that amulet later, uncle. I won't be long."

Following Brynjolf through the false door, he pulled you into a hidden room before the cistern and slammed the door. You crossed your arms against your chest and waited for his pacing to seize. He threw his arms out in exasperation and you knew this was it.

"You're Malory's contact in the Brotherhood?" It was a shout but the thick walls would keep the noise from carrying.

"Should it matter?"

He approached within inches, grasping your throat firmly but you didn't lack air. "Yes, lass. It matters. We don't encourage family. We don't encourage murder."

Your eyes narrowed. "What is it that you think the brotherhood does? We don't kill just anyone, Bryn. They deserve it."

"Always?"

"It's not my business to ask."

The silence carried on, lingering till it filled every corner of the small room, sank it's way into your lungs and confidence. But after the tension grew, he backed you against the table, lifting behind your knees so you sat and he found a comfortable spot between your legs.

"We promised this wouldn't happen again, Bryn." You whispered against his lips. Your words meant little, for you already toyed at one of his buckles.

"We promised we wouldn't see each other again, either. Now here you are beneath my fingers, in my power. Mine alone." His voice had deepened against your neck before he bit you, sucking a line down your throat and stopping where your red and black leather armor covered you.

"You're possessive over me? Thieves." You grinned into a seering kiss that let your lips swollen and bruised. Your teeth tugged and his calloused hand found your throat again, more tender now with the bite marks. "Well here I am."

"You're quick to hand yourself over into my power, lass. You could get hurt."

"Stop talking." You nipped the she'll of his ear, encouraging a low groan from him and you could feel his growing erection press against you through two layers of leather.

You laughed at his eagerness until the buckles of your armor, he had been working at, fell free and he rid you of one piece after another. The chill bit at your skin but you didn't cover yourself, only watched the look on his face change.

"Just admit you don't like what I am, thief." You were bare and unprotected, but you leaned forward on the table challenging him.

Brynjolf was quick to make a fist in your hair and you hissed when he yanked your head back, gazing down into your eyes.

"Assassin." He snapped, releasing you in favor of unclasping his belts. Only a moment passed before he found his home between your legs again, stretching them open wider. "Kiss me."

You leaned back with a smirk but he pulled you quickly to the very edge of the table and lifted your thighs, testing your flexibility. Your lips parted, surprised. The way he treated you, the look in his eyes, his demands... Your tried to press the friction in your core away, only to tighten your thighs around his hips. The full length of him pressed against your inner thigh. He grinned at the knowledge your body needed him, how desperate it was to be filled. That right now in this room it belonged to him. And he knew from experience that you didn't care if he left marks. Everyone would know.

"You think you deserve this?" He growled, hand cupping your core, teasing you by rubbing a finger up your folds. He stopped at your clit, circling his thumb till you arched your back and his hand cruelly fell away. "You broke Vex's nose."

"She deserved it." You panted, only half paying attention while attempting to buck your pelvis forward. A large hand was placed on your thigh to hold you still and you whimpered in need, a way only he could make you.

His response was a hum against your collarbone, his hot breath making you shiver. Brynjolf dragged his tongue down the valley of your breasts and took a nipple between his lips. His tongue ran over the nub as your fingers found their way into his red hair. He sucked and pulled with his lips making a gasp break through your lips and you fell further back against the table. Yelping when his teeth grazed the sensitive skin and your body was in fire. The wood table pressed against your back when two fingers slid inside of your heat, curling perfectly to make your back arch.

"Brynjolf." You cried and grasped the edge if the table as his hand pumped inside you. "I need you Brynjolf."

With a force that would leave bruises on your thighs he pulled you nearly off the table and teased you with the swollen head if his erection against your folds. Up and down he spread how wet you were for him already. Your chest heaved, lips parting in a silent moan when he pushed into you and you felt the burn of his length bottoming out. You leg lifted over his shoulder and his lips grazed the inside of your thigh before roughly pulling your body to meet his, fucking into you mercilessly in a way you thought the table nay break. His other hand was quickly clasped over your mouth to mute the screams of ecstasy. That moment lasted forever. The closer you came to your release, the slower he'd become. When your fingers dropped to your clit, he gripped your wrist and slammed it to the table by your head.

"No." His voice was hoarse, after all this time he strained for control.

"Please." You muttered through earth shaking moans.

He grinned cockily down at that. You'd never begged before. "Say it again."

"Please."

The redhead nodded, picking up the already brutal pace, definitely bruising you but the pain felt too good with his thrusts. Your heat began, contracting around him as the coil in your belly threatened to snap. Finally as you came undone with a scream, pulling his hair gently you could feel his thrusts grow uneasy and he spilled his seed into you. His face dropped into your neck. As he withdrew after a moment, you felt the warmth run down your thigh but you focused on your breathing and the muscles of his body.

"Move to Riften." His voice was rough.

"What? Why?"

"If you're here, I can fuck you like this everyday."

A/N: Waking to this was an experience.