#da4 davrin smut

[loveandfictionforall]

I ABSOLUTELY loved your Davrin angst thank you for the food haha ❤️ I was wondering if you could write something sort of spicy (only if you're comfortable) of Davrin x Reader sparring :)

Since you requested Davrin x Reader, the Reader will not be Rook.

As a member of Rook's team you felt sometimes like your sister. Cassandra often told you tales how she traveled with the Inquisitor, fighting against Venatori, rogue Templars and Bandits. All her tales had a touch of fantasy in it, you hadn't thought that her stories were more likely understated. But now, as a member of Rook's team, you felt like a novice, taking stumbling steps and hoping to come out of it in one piece. It churned your self-doubts as you began comparing yourself to the other members. Davrin was one of the most used comparisons. And as such he was simply required of him to help you get better. Thankfully he was someone who liked to help. Today was one of those days. Being with Davrin was a simple as breathing air. You felt comfortable around him and you missed him when he went with Rook. In a corner of your mind, you always worried for him, especially since Weisshaupt and his whole persona of sacrificing himself. Most of the time, you didn't want to think about it. It made your heart and head ache and tears would well up in your eyes until you would furiously blink them away. To rid yourself of these dark thoughts, you began stretching yourself, getting your muscles warmed up for when Davrin came. It was a quiet day. None of the other members were there and it was only you and Davrin.

"Sorry that you had to wait for me.", his dark rumbling voice teared through your thoughts like a sharp knife. Dazed you shook your head while turning to him and smiled at the taller man. "Are you ready?", was everything you said, not wanting that he apologized for something so trivial. The answering smirk made you gulp. You could feel your heart fluttering and you couldn't control your thoughts. I would definitively like a different type of sparring… He had to see how red your face became when you coughed. He had to because his smirk just got bigger. "Is everything alright?", his concern wasn't real, you could hear it in his voice. There was a small laugh in it and also some smugness. Your answer was to draw your sword. Twirling it with your hand, a smirk grazed your lips and then you charged. It was a swift and merciless dance you two danced. Both swords clashed together, metal hitting on metal, creating a unique song to which you danced. Soon your muscles began to burn and sweat gathered atop your eyebrows. Davrin moved so effortless while still being unmoving and hard. Most of the time you two were evenly matched but today, you could see a glint in his eyes. He was planning on something but you couldn't think about it much. His blows became harder, rattling your bones as his sword pressed against yours, weighting you down and making you tremble beneath his pressure. Your breath came out in pants. Did he always hold back or what was going on today?! You could even really comprehend that thought, when Davrin disarmed you with quick strokes of this sword, twirling your own sword out of your grasp. Shocked, you breathed in then you fell and with you Davrin. Your mind couldn't follow what happened but your body did. His warm hands still burned on your shoulders, where he pushed you. You could hear a sword clattering on the ground and feel his breath against your warm face as he towered over you and braced your head with his hands. "What.._?" You had no words, instead you stared into his eyes, pupils blown wide as Davrin smirked again. "Time for a different type of sparring." His voice had turned deeper and huskier, teasing your whole being. You felt like you were being lit on fire. His gaze was heavy, travelling along your body as if you were not wearing clothes. His eyes burned, you could feel it on your body as he stared starting from your hips, travelling up and up across your stomach, your chest, your neck and finally your face. Your breath hitched again. His eyes were swallowed by his pupils and as his tongues darted out to wet his lips, you couldn't stop that small moan form escaping. His hands traveled down your arms until they reached your wrists, roughly tugging them above your head. Davrin leaned closer. You swear, you stopped breathing while your heart hammered away. "So you want to some different sparring?", he purred. "Oh my… I spoke out loud, didn't I?", you trembled beneath his touch as his smirk grew. "Yes, you did, darling."

[theeluvian]

Any smutty Davrin thoughts pre-release?

Does he take it slow and loving in bed with Rook?

Maybe hard enough to nearly break the bed

In front of a mirror maybe because he wants to watch Rook from as many angles as possible

Or against a window because the thought of getting caught turns him on like a wild beast