Seriously meant to write a little bit of introspection for the DB but it turns out Vilkas wanted sex, and who am I to say no? Hope y'all enjoy!
F!Bosmer!DB/Vilkas kinks: dub-con
Merrill woke a couple hours later feeling sore and heavy and hot. And confused. It took her a moment to remember whose room she was in, until she glanced down at the pale arm draped over her hip and noticed the heavy breathing in her ear.
Vilkas. Holy shit, Vilkas, fucking Vilkas, as in Vilkas fucking her against a door after nearly tearing her throat out for no damned reason, that fucking Vilkas.
Her mind descended into a whirlwind of incoherence for a second as she recalled each detail of the previous night. This was not okay, she decided, once she could think again. Definitely not okay. Right? Because she hated Vilkas and he hated her and people who hated each other shouldn't be making them come, right?
Wrong, she guessed, since that was exactly what she and Vilkas did. Each other. As in they did each other. Gah, she couldn't wrap her head around it. Her memory and her body weren't lying though, as if the fact the he was currently glued to her backside wasn't proof enough. Fuck. The exasperated kind, not the kind that she did with Vilkas and why did she keep thinking that way?
A temporary solution emerged from her addled head, struggling past memories and endless questions and general shock. Get out.
That she could do, at least. Or she thought she could. After gently removing his arm and untangling her legs, she moved to sit up only to be dragged back against his chest again with crushing strength. Merrill jumped – or tried to, she was pinned pretty securely – and twisted her head around to see Vilkas staring accusingly at her.
Fuck. No, wait, the scared kind not the other kind which could totally happen again right now. A slow heat spread through her limbs, making her feel loose and heavy, malleable. Vilkas' eyes narrowed and nostrils flared, and he tugged her a little closer, making the air leave her chest in a rush.
"Where were you going?" he asked, his voice a little deeper with sleep, "Were you trying to leave me?"
"I.." Why couldn't she think properly when he looked at her like that?
The Morning After a.k.a. No One Can Resist Vilkas
F!Bosmer!DB/Vilkas
kinks: dub-con
Merrill woke a couple hours later feeling sore and heavy and hot. And confused. It took her a moment to remember whose room she was in, until she glanced down at the pale arm draped over her hip and noticed the heavy breathing in her ear.
Vilkas. Holy shit, Vilkas, fucking Vilkas, as in Vilkas fucking her against a door after nearly tearing her throat out for no damned reason, that fucking Vilkas.
Her mind descended into a whirlwind of incoherence for a second as she recalled each detail of the previous night. This was not okay, she decided, once she could think again. Definitely not okay. Right? Because she hated Vilkas and he hated her and people who hated each other shouldn't be making them come, right?
Wrong, she guessed, since that was exactly what she and Vilkas did. Each other. As in they did each other. Gah, she couldn't wrap her head around it. Her memory and her body weren't lying though, as if the fact the he was currently glued to her backside wasn't proof enough. Fuck. The exasperated kind, not the kind that she did with Vilkas and why did she keep thinking that way?
A temporary solution emerged from her addled head, struggling past memories and endless questions and general shock. Get out.
That she could do, at least. Or she thought she could. After gently removing his arm and untangling her legs, she moved to sit up only to be dragged back against his chest again with crushing strength. Merrill jumped – or tried to, she was pinned pretty securely – and twisted her head around to see Vilkas staring accusingly at her.
Fuck. No, wait, the scared kind not the other kind which could totally happen again right now. A slow heat spread through her limbs, making her feel loose and heavy, malleable. Vilkas' eyes narrowed and nostrils flared, and he tugged her a little closer, making the air leave her chest in a rush.
"Where were you going?" he asked, his voice a little deeper with sleep, "Were you trying to leave me?"
"I.." Why couldn't she think properly when he looked at her like that?