#the world needs more wyll smut i am just probably too busy to do it right now

[yourworsttotebag]

I saw a fic prompt that's like "Wyll and his partner roleplaying as a monster hunter and the monster that he catches." And that did intrigue me enough for words to fall out of my brain but I can't seem to make him and Evie be rough with each other even when they're just pretending 😭😭

I don't know if any of this works character wise, for either of them, and technically I'm not supposed to be working on new projects anyway so I guess just enjoy this sampling.

nsfw under the cut

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“Oh - I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting visitors at this hour.” Evie smoothed her hands over her hips, down past the short hem of her robe. His eyes followed the path of her hands and down over her bare legs. “Let me cover up a bit.”

“Don’t,” he said, voice dangerously low. “I’m not letting you out of my sight, villain.”

She balked. “Villain? What do you mean?”

He moved closer, his red eye intent on her. The other was clearly stone but it still seemed to see all of her.

“You know exactly what you’ve done,” he said. “All of those missing women from the village, each with a trail that leads right to your front door.”

He loomed over her and Evie’s heart fluttered.

“You’re Wyll Ravengard,” she said breathlessly. “The Blade of Frontiers.”

“I am.”

She shook her head quickly. “You’re supposed to be a hero. If you’re really as good as they say then you’d know I’m no threat. I live a quiet life here. I - I practice some healing magic but -”

Wyll seized her wrist and she gasped as her whole body pulled taut. “You’re a witch,” he said gruffly. “A sorceress whose powers come at a terrible cost.”

“No, I -”

“Turn around,” he said, releasing her hand.

Evie’s breath was shallow as she turned to face the bed. Wyll's hands gripped her hips, sliding up over her waist and the soft material of her robe.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked.

“I need to know if you're hiding anything,” Wyll replied. 

His hands curved up over her breasts and Evie sighed as heat pooled low inside of her. Wyll pulled her towards him, her back suddenly flush with his firm chest.

“Did you steal those women's souls with your magic?” he asked, his mouth beside her ear. “Is that how you stay so young and beautiful?”

She almost smiled but Wyll was still caressing her through the thin material of her robe and she had to bite her lip as the warmth grew heavier between her thighs. Her head fell back on his shoulder.

“I'm innocent,” she said.

One of his hands moved down to the sash of her robe and deftly untied it. Her undergarments were sheer, the black lace doing little to cover her body. Wyll wrapped an arm around her waist and Evie could feel the hard length of his cock against her backside.

“Is this how an innocent maiden dresses?” His voice was rough but his touch was gentle as he slid the thin strap off of one shoulder.

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Also, if this was ever written then it would be tagged as roleplaying so everyone would know what was going on but I didn't want the characters to specifically draw attention to it until this part:

She leaned back and immediately smacked her head on the wooden headboard.

“Owww,” Evie flattened her hand against the smarting, stinging spot on the back of her head.

“Oh, darling,” Wyll winced sympathetically. “Are you alright?”

Evie inspected her fingers - no blood - and placed her hand over her head again. “Yeah.”

“Do you need a moment?”

“No,” she said. Then suddenly, “Yes.”