Murtagh “no one owns me” Thornsrider finding someone he loves and trusts so much he eventually tells them “I’m yours” ashsmlsjdnjakdnndjsbdbbd *falls over*
Summary: Double penetration with Xaden and Murtagh; that's all. No real plot or anything so you can totally read it even if you only know one of them.
Warnings: Smut involving dom/sub dynamic with sub!reader, nipple play, edging, vaginal & anal fingering, inappropriate use of shadow signet, light bondage, excessive use of the petnames baby and princess, praise kink, cunnilingus, hair-pulling, multiple orgasms, double penetration (one vaginal, one anal), reader is an overthinker and needs lots of reassurance, overstimulation, creampie. Xaden and reader are in an established relationship.
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You lean against the edge of your desk between Murtagh's legs, half on his lap. Xaden stands before you, caging you in with his arms on either side of you. Skin heating under their combined attention, you wonder how you got here.
Oh, you're far from complaining — on the contrary, you're almost sure you've somehow entered heaven.
Murtagh's lips on your neck send blissful shivers down your spine, while his arms around your waist hold you steadily in place as Xaden's tongue roams your mouth, preventing you from asking what's gotten into him. He's never been one to share. Always hated when anyone else would so much as look at you for a moment too long. While you like that possessiveness of his, you like this newfound willingness to share even more, no matter where it came from.
Murtagh's grip on you tightens when you shift to deepen your kiss with Xaden, accidentally causing your butt to grind against the growing tent in Murtagh's pants. A breathy groan escapes him against your neck, just barely audible over your own heavy breathing. Getting bolder, he slips a hand beneath your shirt to caress your chest.
His hands are warm and calloused just like Xaden's, but there's a hint of hesitation in his touch that clearly distinguishes the two. Xaden is never hesitant in touching you. Of course, he's had much more opportunities to do so than Murtagh.
Now, he places his hands just below your hips, leaning down to ghost his lips down your neck on the side opposite of where Murtagh is currently sucking a hickey into your skin. Xaden's thumbs rub back and forth along the crease of your thighs, so close to where you really want his touch that you can barely resist the urge to buck your hips for more.
"Xaden." His name is only a breath on your lips, quiet but full of need. "Touch me."
He chuckles, giving your thighs a squeeze to emphasize that he already is touching you. His mouth presses against yours again in a slow but hard kiss that steals all the words right from your tongue.
Murtagh's hands are both under your shirt now, squeezing, pulling, tweaking your nipples, and you arch into his touch, moaning into Xaden's mouth. Your own hands aren't idle either, one of them fisted into Xaden's shirt to pull him closer while the other is at your side, clinging to Murtagh's toned leg.
It's overwhelming, being sandwiched between them like this, yet at the same time, you need more, need them even closer, need to feel every inch of their skin against your own.
As if sensing your need, Xaden breaks the kiss and exchanges a look with Murtagh. Their hands retreat from your body, causing you to whine.
"Patience, princess," Xaden chastises. "I promise it'll be worth it."
"Why did you stop?"
"We need you to decide what exactly you want us to do before we can do it."
You frown. What you want them to do? You want them to fuck you; you thought that was obvious.
"How do you want to do this?" Murtagh clarifies.
"I— uhh..."
Xaden clucks his tongue. "You have to give her a limited amount of options, Murtagh, or she'll just get overwhelmed. Isn't that right, baby?"
You nod. Indecisiveness is in the top three of your biggest flaws for sure, and having a myriad of possible answers as is the case with this particular question doesn't make things any easier.
"Can't you just pick for me?" you ask Xaden with your sweetest pout. "You know what I like."
"No, baby, you have to decide for yourself. But to make it easier I'll give you only two options to choose from, okay?"
"Okay."
You hold your breath, eager to hear what he'll suggest. Knowing Xaden, he plans to leave you a boneless puddle no matter what you choose.
"You can take one of us in your pussy and the other in your ass. Or. You can take us both in your pussy."
"That'll never fit!" you gasp, looking between Xaden and Murtagh, who both meet your wide eyes with hard, unrelenting stares.
"We can make it fit," Xaden says, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Come on, make your choice."
"If— if you put it in my— if you put it back there, you— you'd be gentle, right?"
"Mhm, of course," Xaden promises. "We'll treat you just like the spoiled little princess you are."
"So, how do you want it?" Murtagh prompts when your silence stretches too long for the men's liking.
"The— the first option," you mumble, too flustered to repeat what Xaden had proposed.
The thought of option two — taking both of them in the same hole — also sends a shiver of lust down your spine, but you're too scared to let them try that. Despite Xaden's claim that they could make it fit, you have your doubts. The stretch would be unimaginable — far too wide, far too painful. Maybe some day you'll find the courage to give it a try, assuming that sharing you won't be a one-time thing only. But for now, you'll stick with the slightly tamer option, which is still more than intimidating enough. You've tried butt-stuff before with Xaden, and always ended up chickening out before he could get in more than his fingers. It's weird and scary — and you're a big fucking crybaby, you can admit that. But you like giving head even less, so if you want both of them at once, this is the way, Xaden is right about that.
And you do. You want them so bad you're trembling with need as much as with nerves, soaked pussy pulsing in time with your heartbeat. You just have to be brave. You can do that. You're a big girl. You are. You—
"Say it, baby."
You whine wordlessly, taking a step toward Xaden so you can hide your face against his chest.
"Come on, don't get shy on us now," he coaxes, using a gentler tone than before and wrapping an arm around you to hold your body flush against his own while his other hand cradles your face to make you look up at him. "If you want us to fuck you, we need you to tell us how you'd like it."
"But you know what I meant!"
"Yes, but we want to hear you say it," Murtagh backs Xaden up. "Please."
"Fine. I want you to— to—" You falter, looking between them for help, but they only watch you with patient amusement, so you make yourself try again. "I want— want one of you in my— my butt and the other in my pussy."
"There you go. Good girl," Xaden praises.
Murtagh comes up behind you, pulls you against his chest and presses a kiss to your heated cheek.
You melt into him, tilting your head up for another kiss on the lips, which he gladly grants you.
When he releases you, Xaden is there, hands sliding under your shirt and pulling it over your head in one smooth motion. His own is already off, flung into a corner while you were focused on Murtagh, who also starts to undress now.
Xaden hooks his fingers under your waistband and tugs, letting your pants drop into a puddle around your feet, then traces the outline of your cunt through the soaked fabric of your underwear. You lean against him, forehead resting against his chest as your eyes flutter shut. Placing a steadying hand on your waist, he moves the other to your clit.
Murtagh's breath blows against your neck just as unsteadily as your own when he comes up behind you again, naked except for his underwear from the feel of it. His hands go right to your chest, rolling and pulling your nipples between his fingers while Xaden continues teasing your clit through your panties.
Their combined attention has your head spinning, pleasure building in your gut faster than you can comprehend.
Busying yourself mouthing at Xaden's neck doesn't do much to muffle the moans the two are drawing from you. Not that they'd want you to be quiet. There's a reason Xaden has placed a sound shield on your room. No one besides him and Murtagh will hear a thing, no matter how loud you get.
You dig your fingers into Xaden's upper arms, grateful to have his solid frame to lean against as your legs tremble with the tension of your fast approaching orgasm. But just as quickly as the pleasure rose, it's ripped away again.
"Not yet, baby," Xaden says, taking his hand away despite your whines of protest.
He turns you around and pushes you into Murtagh's arms, taking up position behind you. His hands slide downward along your ribs, appreciating every curve as they make their way to your hips. Once there, Xaden hooks his fingers into your underwear and slides it down your legs. He crouches down, gently making you lift first one leg then the other to step out of the garment while Murtagh holds you steady.
Rising back to his full height, Xaden's front presses against your back, and you can feel him hard against your lower back. He's still in his leathers.
You can't decide if that's a sign of his self control or compensation for a lack thereof.
Either way his voice is heavy with lust when he lowers his head to speak right against your ear. "Let's get you ready for us, hm?"
You nod, a breathy whimper tumbling from your lips at the thought of finally getting something inside you. You don't even care if it's their fingers or their cocks, as long as they just fill you up already.
A hand slides between your legs — you can't tell if it's Xaden's or Murtagh's, and you don't care, either. You just hope that whichever one of them it is will let you come soon. If they don't, you might just cry, desperate for release as you are.
Xaden sneaks his arms around your waist, crossing them in the middle of your torso and cupping your breasts. That means the fingers gliding between your slick folds must be Murtagh's. And yes, it's him whose breath hitches at the feeling of your heat enveloping the finger that easily slides into you.
"Gods," he groans. "She's so wet for us already, Xaden."
"I know," Xaden replies, and you swear you can hear his smirk. "Soaked right through her underwear, just from a few touches. Such a responsive little thing."
As if to underline his point, Xaden pinches both your nipples. Your pussy involuntarily clenches around Murtagh's finger, as evident by his surprised chuckle barely audible over your own squeal.
"Oh, she likes that," Murtagh hums.
You do — so much so that it's almost embarrassing. The way they're talking about you like you're not even there, like Xaden is just showing Murtagh how to play with his favorite toy, turns you on more than it has any right to. Xaden knows it, too, or he wouldn't be doing it.
He gives your breasts another squeeze, then his hands leave you.
Murtagh captures your attention with a kiss and slides a second finger into you, lazily thumbing at your clit.
Despite the distraction Murtagh provides, the uncertainty of what Xaden is doing behind you has you pulling back from the kiss to look what he's doing.
Xaden isn't having that. You've barely started to turn your head when his powers stop you, shadows pushing against your chin to make you keep facing forward. "Eyes on Murtagh, princess. Never mind what I'm doing back here."
A band of shadow wraps itself around your neck even as you obey, just tight enough to ensure you're aware of its presence and remember who is in control. Then Xaden's hands are on you again, one gripping your hip, while the other, slick with something more than your own arousal, goes to your ass. His finger rubs over your anus, then slowly sinks inside.
You whine, wishing to bury your face in Murtagh's shoulder but unable to move that far forward with the hold Xaden's shadows have on you. The end of the one wrapped around your neck slithers further up to soothingly rub your cheek, his unoccupied hand doing the same on your waist.
"Feeling okay, baby?" Xaden checks.
You nod. The tip of Xaden's finger feels foreign in your ass, but not entirely unfamiliar. You've gotten this far before, and this time, Murtagh's fingers in your pussy give you something else to focus on. You tug on his arm, silently urging him to give you more than the featherlight circles he's drawing on your clit.
Murtagh obliges, fingering you slowly, so as not to hinder Xaden, who pumps his finger further into your other hole at an even slower pace. Murtagh's fingers, while not quite as thick as Xaden's, are just as skilled. In no time he has you right back on the edge, bucking into his hand as best as you can with the grip both men keep on you, and whining for permission to come.
"I'll let you come if you take another of Xaden's fingers," Murtagh coaxes. "You can do that for us, can't you, princess?"
You nod quickly, too desperate for release to overthink it. A good thing, because even though what Xaden is doing feels strange but not uncomfortable this far, you would certainly get scared if you let yourself think too much about where it's headed.
"Good girl," Xaden praises.
For a moment his finger leaves you only to push back in along with a second one.
You barely feel the stretch, pushed over the edge by Murtagh at just the moment Xaden's fingers sink into you. Eyes squeezing shut, it's only thanks to the two of them pressed against your front and back that you remain upright as the pleasure sweeps you away.
Vaguely aware of Xaden spreading his fingers in your ass, you slump against Murtagh, face buried against his neck as you catch your breath. Xaden's tendril of shadow uncoils from around your neck, taking the shape of a hand stroking your hair instead. The murmurs of praise from both men reaching your ears flood you with additional warmth.
After a moment, you feel Murtagh's fingers leave you, followed by a beckoning sound from Xaden. You lift your head to look just in time to catch sight of tawny fingers wrapping around a paler wrist as Xaden guides Murtagh's hand to his own mouth to suck your juices off them.
Catching your eye, he mutters, "You taste so good, baby."
"Could have let me get a taste too," Murtagh complains.
Xaden just shrugs, mouth lifting in a wicked smirk. "Plenty more where that came from."
Without warning, he wraps an arm around your waist, lifting you and crossing to the bed, where he sits down with you on his lap, the fingers of his other hand still in your ass.
Shadows wind around your legs, spreading them wide open.
Feeling utterly exposed, you reflexively try to close your legs, but there's no give. If anything, the shadow bindings tighten and spread you even wider. You shudder in anticipation, helpless to do anything but wait as Murtagh stalks closer, sinking to his knees between your open legs.
Placing his hands on the plush insides of your thighs almost reverently, his eyes bore into yours. You stare back, flustered heat rising to your cheeks. Murtagh is just as affected, his cheeks flushed red and pupils blown so wide with lust you can barely make out the color of his irises. It's oddly reassuring.
His breath is hot against your core as he leans in, keeping eye contact all the while. His dark hair tickles your thighs as he licks a long stripe between your folds, then lifts his head to grin up at Xaden. "You're right, she tastes amazing."
Xaden's reply is lost beneath a loud moan from you, courtesy of Murtagh's mouth latching onto your clit.
His gaze doesn't waver from your face as he sucks and laps at you, but your own eyes squeeze shut under the onslaught of pleasure. One of his hands leaves your thigh, two fingers sinking into you again as his mouth stays firmly attached to your clit.
You're so lost in the sensation you don't even notice that Xaden replaced his fingers with a shadow until his hands each wrap around one of your wrists to keep you from grabbing at Murtagh — whether in order to push him away or pull him closer, not even you know. Somehow it's too much and not enough all at once, release hovering just out of reach. Your ass feels just as full as before, adding to the sensation.
Pining your hands between your back and his chest, Xaden reaches down to hold Murtagh's hair out of the way, allowing you a better look at his lust-drunk expression.
He really is enjoying himself down there — maybe a little too much so for Xaden's taste. Somehow, he knows you're close, and gives a sharp tug on Murtagh's hair to pull him off you.
He moans at the action, surprising all of you, but most of all himself, it seems. His eyes flutter, heat rising to his face as he gazes up at Xaden, swollen lips glistening with your juices.
When Xaden repeats the action, Murtagh's fingers dig into your thighs in a way you're sure will leave bruises. The groan that leaves his mouth is nothing short of obscene, and almost makes you forget your chagrin about being deprived of your orgasm — almost.
With a loud whine, you remind the men you're still there, too.
Xaden presses a kiss to your bare shoulder, and you actually feel the smirk on his lips. He starts to slowly pump his shadow in and out of you. Maybe it's your imagination, but it feels thicker than before. Not in a painful way, but like it's slowly growing, even as Xaden fucks your ass with it. Probably, it is — when you think about it, it seems like an even more effective way to prepare you for his cock than fingering you would be.
All nice and well, but— "I wanna cum!"
"No more orgasms until we're inside you," Xaden rules. "We can't have you getting tired before we've even really gotten started."
You know what he really means is that he wants to keep you desperate enough to dull your anxious mind, desperate enough to take him in the ass without a fuss. If he grants you release now, you might start overthinking and chicken out at the last second again.
"Then— then get on with it already!"
Murtagh clicks his tongue in disapproval. "Ask nicely, princess."
He's not exactly the picture of authority right now, looking up at you with his face nuzzled against your thigh and adoration shining in his lust-blown eyes, but you've reached a point where you can't even think about disobeying either man.
"Please! Please fuck me already!" You pout, turning your wide, teary eyes first on Murtagh, then Xaden. "Want your cocks inside me!"
The shadow inside you expands just a little more, like Xaden wants to test if you're ready for the real deal. Your breath hitches as it thrusts deep. You feel so full, you briefly wonder if maybe the shadow is a copy of Xaden's dick, but disregard the thought as quickly as it came. He'll want to feel you stretch that last bit around his cock.
"Alright. How could we say no to that," Xaden chuckles.
All at once, the shadows dissolve — the one in your ass, as well as the ones previously holding open your legs. You could close them now, if it wasn't for Murtagh still between them, cheek pressed to your inner thigh, so close his every breath fans against your core.
He leans in to press one more kiss to your folds, then pulls back and rises to his feet. He offers his hands, palms up, and you place your own in them, letting him help you get up.
Holding you flush against his front, Murtagh kisses you slow but deep. The taste of your own arousal is prominent on his lips. You barely register the sound of rustling fabric as Xaden rises and finally removes his pants, lost in the slow glide of Murtagh's tongue against yours and the safe feeling of his warm hands on your back.
Without breaking the kiss, Murtagh turns with you. Pulling off his underwear, he sits down in the spot Xaden just vacated, and guides you onto his lap. His lips leave yours to trail down your neck instead, and he nips at your collarbone.
Leaning your head back, you feel the heat of Xaden's bare body as he comes up behind you, and lean back into his embrace, turning your head to press a kiss to his abs.
Xaden smiles down at you, the soft expression a stark contrast to the way he pinches your nipples.
The slight pain as he rolls them between his fingers heightens your arousal, sets you squirming on Murtagh's lap, desperate for any kind of friction. If they don't start fucking you soon, you'll lose your mind.
You grab a fistful of Murtagh's hair, earning a low groan against your skin. A row of hickeys decorates your collarbone when you pull Murtagh off. He licks his lips, dazed with lust.
Xaden chuckles. "I think someone's getting impatient."
You open your mouth to argue that you have every right to be impatient considering how they've worked you up, but before you can get out a single word, Xaden is lifting you around the waist, shifting you forward so you're right above Murtagh's cock. The head nudges your clit, then Murtagh is lining himself up with your pussy. Every coherent thought leaves your mind as Xaden lowers you.
He makes it tortuously slow, but finally, you're fully seated, knees on either side of Murtagh's hips, every inch of his cock filling you up.
You choke on a moan, rolling your hips against Murtagh's in an attempt to take him just a little bit deeper.
His hands around your waist restrict your movements. "Easy, princess. We can't get started without Xaden, can we now?"
Right. You'd almost forgotten you were supposed to take both of them at once.
At a gesture from Xaden, Murtagh scoots back toward the middle of the bed with you to make room. You hadn't thought about it before, but the bed is too low for Xaden to fuck you on it while standing, so it makes sense.
The mattress dips as he kneels behind you.
Despite all your telling yourself you're a big girl and can take it, you can't stop yourself from squirming when you feel Xaden's length hard against your ass.
He tightens his grip on your hips. "You've got to hold still for this, princess."
"I know. Sorry."
"It's okay," Xaden says with a kiss to the top of your head. "I know you're nervous. I'm proud of you for being so brave for us."
You glow at the praise, ducking your head to hide how flustered it's got you, but Murtagh lifts your chin. "He's right, you know. You're doing so well."
"It's not like he's really doing anything yet," you mumble.
"Still."
You tense when you feel Xaden line himself up with your hole, reminding yourself you need to hold still for him.
"Ready, baby?"
You nod, but that's not good enough for Xaden.
He clicks his tongue. "Use your words."
"Yes, Xaden. 'm ready."
Your voice trembles, but Xaden knows that being nervous doesn't make your words any less true.
"Okay. Good girl," he says, rewarding you with another kiss to the top of your head. "You'll let us know if it's too much."
It's not a question, but you nod again anyway.
Then Xaden is pushing forward, and you dig your nails into Murtagh's shoulders, whimpering at the stretch you feel despite the thorough preparation. You know it's only the tip of his dick inside you, but it feels like a lot. Trepidation bubbles up in your chest again, makes it hard to breathe.
You wish you weren't such a baby. It doesn't even hurt, really, thanks to how well Xaden prepared you with his fingers. It only feels a little uncomfortable — foreign, more than anything. Yet here you are, willing yourself through clenched teeth to not freak out and start bawling like an infant. There's absolutely zero reason to do that, but unfortunately your emotions are stronger than logic, fight them as you might. Blinking rapidly keeps the tears at bay, but that won't work for long.
Xaden pauses.
"Hey, you okay?"
He must feel how tense you are, but you nod anyway. You will not ruin this just because the idea of a dick in your ass freaks you out a little. You want this, despite how uncooperative your psyche is being. And surely it won't feel half as bad once it's actually in and they can start fucking you in earnest. You just need to get used to the feeling, need to give your mind the time to understand that while this hole technically isn't meant for this, it's fine, nothing bad is happening.
"Breathe, baby," Xaden instructs, his hand a soothing weight on your waist. "And don't lie."
"I'm fine," you argue, and cringe at how strained your voice sounds. You should have kept your mouth shut. Not that that could have have fooled either of them.
"It's alright if you need a moment," Murtagh reminds you, cupping your cheek in his hand. "Or if you need to stop completely. We don't want you to force yourself to do more than you're comfortable with. You know that, right?"
"Yes. I'm fine. I want to keep going." Turning to glance at Xaden over your shoulder you plead, "Just— just put it further in already!"
"I can't do that if you don't relax," Xaden says.
"I'm trying!"
"I know. That's the problem," he gently chastises. "You've got to stop thinking so much and just let yourself feel."
"I don't know how to do that!"
The tears threaten to spill from your eyes despite your best efforts of holding them back, and scolding yourself for it only makes it worse.
"Hey now, there's no need for tears, darling."
Murtagh sounds alarmed.
"I know!"
"We can stop," Xaden offers.
"No! I— I want this! I don't know why I'm being so difficult about it. I want it."
"You're just scared, baby." Noting your frown, he adds, "Or maybe apprehensive, if scared is too strong a word. It's okay. We're not judging you, so don't pretend you're fine when you're not. The last thing I want is to hurt you because you won't say when it's too much."
"I know, I'm sorry. I just— I want to be good for you."
"You are. You're being so fucking brave and perfect for us, letting us play with you like this and trying something new even when it's scary. We'll keep going if you're sure you want that. Just promise you'll be honest when I ask how you're holding up, okay?"
"Okay. 'm sorry I lied."
Xaden gives a satisfied nod, and leans down to kiss your temple. Then he asks, "You're sure you want to keep going?"
"Yes."
It doesn't matter that you're intimidated, scared, whatever he wants to call it. What matters is that you trust the both of them enough to go through with this anyway, that you know they'll take good care of you. You're pretty sure you'll like it, once you get over the unfamiliarity of your ass being filled. And even if you don't like how it feels once Xaden is fully inside you, you can always still put a stop to it. You want to have tried it, at the very least.
"Then be a good girl and hold still, yeah?"
You nod, and try not to tense against the pressure of Xaden's cock slowly pressing deeper into you.
Murtagh does his best to distract you, drawing gentle circles around your clit. His other hand threads into your hair at the nape of your neck, slightly gripping it to guide your mouth to his.
You return the kiss with fervor, giving it all your focus so you can't think too much about what Xaden is doing. Just feel, you remind yourself. No thinking. But you're thinking right now, aren't you? Ugh.
As if he senses you spiralling, Murtagh doubles his attention to your clit. Your walls flutter around him, pleasure building, but you know he won't give you the release you so desperately crave just yet. You're not allowed to come again until they're both inside you, Xaden had said, and though he's steadily pushing just the tiniest bit deeper with every shallow thrust, you know he'd meant all the way inside you. Hopefully, that requirement will soon be fulfilled.
"That's it, baby," Xaden praises. "You're taking me so fucking well. Just a little more. You can take it, can't you?"
You nod, whining as Murtagh's fingers pause to keep you from going over the edge. After a few seconds, he starts rubbing again.
At this point, you're truly desperate to come, and even the smallest touch has you trembling with barely restrained pleasure.
Before he can edge you again, you beg, "Please, c-can I cum again now? I bet I— nhh— I could take it better if you just let me cum."
"You're getting greedy, princess," Xaden chides, but there's no real bite behind it.
Well, that's not a no.
"So, can I?"
"Yes. But—" The stern word has you barely biting back a groan. You knew there would be a but. "The moment you do, you'll be taking all of my cock."
You gulp. The desperation to come definitely outweighs what remains of your trepidation of having the full length of Xaden's cock in your ass, but some hesitation remains. "H-how far is it in now?"
"It'd be no fun if I told you that, would it? You'll just have to wait and find out."
You squirm on their cocks, a wordless whine escaping you. Fuck, you love it when he gets like that. But how much deeper does he have to go? Surely it's most of the way in by now; surely you'll manage to take the rest, too.
"You— you're sure I can take all of it?"
"Yes."
His tone leaves no room for doubt, and you trust him to know your limits. With how much time he's had to study them, he probably knows them better than you yourself do. If he says you can take it, you can.
"Okay."
As soon as the word is out, Murtagh's fingers press down harder, glide over your swollen clit a little faster, no longer idly playing just to distract you but moving with purpose as he rolls his hips, just enough to make his cock drag along your inner walls.
You come with a cry, vision whiting out with the force of it.
Mercilessly, Xaden thrusts deeper.
Fuck, you've never felt so full.
"Is— is it all in now?" you manage to gasp, twitching with the aftershocks of your orgasm.
In answer, he pulls back, only to snap his hips forward again, and this time, you feel his balls smack against your ass. Thank gods. Any deeper, and you're pretty sure you would burst at the seams.
Buried to the hilt inside you, Xaden stays still, letting you adjust to the feeling of being fuller than ever before while you recover from your orgasm. "There we go, that's our brave girl. You doing okay, baby?"
You nod.
"Words, sweetheart. Tell me how you feel."
"S-so full. Like you're everywhere."
"You like it?"
"Yes. Gods, yes!"
Your voice breaks on the last word, a shudder going through your body. If either of them moved right now, you would probably come again on the spot.
You feel, more than hear, Xaden's satisfied chuckle, a rush of warm air against your neck, followed by a kiss to the sensitive skin.
"It'll get even better once I start moving," he assures you. "Just tell me when you're ready for that."
For a minute, you catch your breath, simply enjoying the feeling of being so full of them both while they kiss your neck and trace gentle hands over your skin. Then, you tell them to move.
The pace they set is hard and fast, all the restraint they've shown while you struggled to take Xaden evaporating in a rush of pure need. He and Murtagh slip into a matching rhythm as easily as if they'd never done anything else, every thrust of Xaden's cock pushing you forward onto Murtagh's and vice versa.
You're limp in their hold, unable to do anything but take what they give. If they weren't holding you up between them, you would have already collapsed forward onto Murtagh, the pleasure so immense it steals even your voice, moans coming out as breathless squeaks instead.
Your pussy flutters nonstop, overly sensitive from how much you've come already, the next orgasm fast approaching.
Groans and panted praise wash over you from both sides, the strain in both men's voices proof they won't last much longer, either.
A hand slides between your legs, the touch on your sore clit sending a jolt of painful pleasure through your body.
You whimper, trying to stave off your release a little longer. You want to come again, but you doubt you'll be able to keep going after you do, and even in your pleasure-addled haze you want Xaden and Murtagh to get the most out of this. It doesn't seem fair to derive them of coming when you've already done so often enough to lose count.
You can't fight it, though. Not when the touch on your clit grows more insistent and Xaden's voice murmurs, "Go on, princess, come around our cocks. We're right there with you."
The world fades away as your whole body shudders under the all-consuming waves of your orgasm rushing through you, leaving nothing but the warm, fuzzy hum of pleasure in their wake.
You're vaguely aware of Murtagh and Xaden finding their release almost simultaneously. The sensation of their warmth flooding your holes feels as if far away.
They clean you up and tuck you into bed, speaking in soft voices. You're too exhausted to comprehend the words. You manage to smile up at them though, which seems to be reassurance enough that you're alright. They get into bed on either side of you, holding you safe and cozy between them as you drift off into a dreamless sleep.
☆ day twenty-four: murtagh fitzgibbons ☆
— outlander murtagh fitzgibbons fraser x gn!reader with the following prompt: You would never see it, for when you looked his way, he always turned his gaze. But in the moments before, when you were distracted, he believed that you hung the very stars in the sky—he believed you were the reason the birds sung in the morning, that the tide found its way to the shore.
w/c: 883 words
a/n: i lowkey wrote this prompt out of thin air and pinned it to murtagh immediately. i love him, your honor. p.s., mentions god if that makes you uncomfortable
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MASTERLIST
Murtagh was a rich man—not with money or good fortune, but because he was graced with your presence. Many a time, his past snuck up to haunt him, a reminder that he once held the world in the palm of his hand and lost it all in an instant. He did not talk about it, either. But now, as he lived his life regardless of what happened in his younger years, he had you. That alone was enough for him to believe that his fate was in the hands of some otherworldly being. Perhaps the fae saw his efforts and decided to reward him. Maybe God finally chose to listen to his half-hearted prayers and whispered promises.
You did not know this. You knew little of Murtagh's past, only knowing him for his present and the way in which he cared for his nephew and those he considered close—you, of course, being included in that mess. Other than that? You did not know how he felt. You did not know what he truly felt. You would never see it, for when you looked his way, he always turned his gaze. But in the moments before, when you were distracted, he believed that you hung the very stars in the sky—he believed you were the reason the birds sung in the morning, that the tide found its way to the shore.
No. It was not belief alone. He knew it to be true. Your delicate hands strung the lights in which he knew so well, your soul ignited the fire that kept him warm on nights so dangerously cold.
You were the reason he lived, the reason he breathed when he was not keeping a long-held promise to his nephew.
Perhaps that's why now, he stood in front of you, eyes locked with yours as they never had. You saw every mark on his face—every wrinkle, every sun-kissed spot, every crease of a man who had lived a life of daring. He saw you just the same, though his recollection of your features had long since burned itself into the back of his mind.
He had fallen completely and utterly in love with you like an absolute fool, and yet, he did not regret a moment of it.
His tongue darted out to wet his tongue, words soon flowing in an uncharacteristic way—he really was trying. "I've to confess to ye," he said, hands balled into fists by his side. "It's somethin' I've held on for months now, an' I cannae hold it any longer."
Your eyes widened at his words, but you made no move to interrupt. You may not have known—the intrigue, however, was enough to keep you enraptured with the rugged man before you. Ultimately, whatever he confessed to you now, you would accept it in stride. You were certain that there were parts of him that were like your own in that you cared for him. Deeply.
"I love ye," he said, voice quiet yet powerful in its own way. "I love ye, and there's no part of me that's ready to live without you." His hands relaxed by his side. For a man who stood proud before so many powerful man, he was a lost cause in front of you. "I cannae go another day without yet knowin', but I understand if there's no way you feel the same."
"What?" you balked, almost immediately speaking as soon as he finished. "What do you mean? Why would I not feel the same?"
"I never seem to catch your eye," he said, eyes twinkling with mirth. He always looked away on purpose, or pretended to be looking at something beyond you.
"Oh, Christ, Murtagh," you said, frowning deeply. "You never catch my eye because you're a stubborn man who refuses to be caught."
A small smile tugged at his lips. He tilted his head curiously as he watched, unable to stop himself from such a childish, mundane act. "For what it's worth, I cannae say I've ever spent a day without thinkin' of ye."
That familiar burn of embarrassment—or, well, your nerves—began to bubble in the pit of your chest, a tell-tale sign that he was getting to you with merely his words. You cleared your throat, glancing around. No one was watching, but it would not last that way forever.
"Should we... should we go some other place?" you asked softly. "You know. Speak of this without any prying ears."
"Pryin' ears? You care so much, hm?"
"No," you quickly said. "No, no, I don't. I just... assumed you would rather talk in private instead of letting everyone know your business."
His smile did not disappear. He continued to look at you, assessing the situation, before he nodded and motioned with a hand for you to lead the way.
"After ye, then," he said. "Take me where this conversation will best be had."
You hung the stars—that much was true. What you'd soon learn was that Murtagh now knew you to paint the very sky itself, your soul a canvas marked by all you were and all you would ever be—now with the help of the rugged Scotsman, as long as you let him.
The cool night air swept through the forest as you sat atop the ridge, the moonlight shimmering on the scales of your dragon, Veyra. Her wings stretched out, casting shadows on the ground below. You had always shared a special bond with her, ever since the day you both had been bonded in the depths of the Spine. But tonight, that bond felt different. Stronger.
Your thoughts, however, were clouded by the presence of someone else—a familiar figure approaching from the distance. Murtagh.
"Shouldn't you be resting?" you called down to him as he drew nearer, his footsteps quiet but purposeful.
Murtagh's dark eyes met yours, his face unreadable, the weight of his past hanging heavily around him. "I could ask you the same thing," he replied, his voice laced with a mix of weariness and something else you couldn't place.
You knew his struggles. You had seen the burdens he carried. You had seen his inner conflict, torn between the legacy of his father, the twisted influence of Galbatorix, and his own path.
"You should stop trying to carry the world on your shoulders," you said softly, as Veyra snorted beside you, her bright golden eyes gleaming in the dark.
Murtagh didn't answer at first, his gaze lingering on you and your dragon. You had always been strong, never afraid to show your power. It was one of the reasons he admired you, even if he would never admit it.
"Eragon always says you're the one who can see through people," he finally said, his voice softer now. "What do you see when you look at me?"
You paused. There was so much to say, so many things you could point out. But instead, you let your eyes soften, and for a moment, you allowed the truth to emerge in your heart.
"I see a man torn between his destiny and his heart," you said simply. "But I also see someone who's not alone anymore."
Murtagh's eyes narrowed slightly, though there was a glint of something—maybe hope—beneath his guarded expression. He took a step closer, and Veyra let out a small rumble, sensing the shift in the air.
"You're right," Murtagh said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I have... I have my own path to walk, one that doesn't have to be shaped by my father's mistakes."
Your heart ached at his words, but there was a spark of something more powerful rising within you—the same strength you had felt the first time you took flight on Veyra's back.
"You don't have to face it alone, Murtagh," you said, reaching out and touching his arm gently, the connection between you both as electric as it had always been. "No matter what, we will stand together. You have family, whether you believe it or not."
For the first time in a long while, Murtagh let out a breath and gave a small, but genuine smile. It wasn't the smile of a man who had all the answers, but it was the smile of someone who had, perhaps, found a little peace.
"I never thought I'd have a sister," Murtagh admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "But I think... I think it might be the only thing I've ever wanted."
The two of you stood in silence for a moment, watching the stars above. The night felt different now. The weight on Murtagh's shoulders seemed a little lighter, and the bond between you both was something neither of you could deny anymore.
As Veyra gave a soft growl of approval, you knew that no matter where the winds of fate would carry you next, the ties of family and destiny were stronger than any storm. And for the first time in a long while, you felt like you weren't just fighting to survive—but fighting for something worth protecting.
The distant sound of the boisterous hall could be heard even to her deafening ears. A mere reminder of what she was missing because of a foolish decision.
That could be you right now, couldn’t it? If only you weren’t so foolish. Foolish, foolish girl.
The small voice echoed in her mind, mocking her unreasonable action, that voice, the same one she had tried to block out so many times just never seemed to leave her, did it? Just came to remind her again and again of that reckless-
“Estelle?”
The voice shook her head away from her vicious thoughts that seemed to attack her mind. She turned around, her blurry eyes trying to focus on the figure she couldn’t see. A consequence of her actions.
She reached her hands out blindly, almost instinctively, as if to try and touch the figure who approached, desperately. “Where-“
“Hey..” The figure frowned, his eyes softened, even when she couldn’t see him, she could hear it in his voice, in the way he walked softly enough to not startle her.
When he reached closer to her, he cautiously took her hands, almost like she was a fragile glass just waiting to crack. He bowed his head to her folded hands in his, his consciousness gently nudging his mind, enough for her to confirm who she thought it was.
Murtagh.
“How are you holding up?” He asked quizzically, pulling his head back up to look down into her wandering eyes that so desperately tried to focus into his.
“Hasn’t the ball already started?” She countered instead, not wanting to answer a question that really had none to it.
A furrow tugged at his brows as he noticed clearly that his question had been ignored. “It’s starting soon.” He answered, not questioning her ignorance.
“Then why are you here?”
“For you.” He answered immediately, not even missing a beat. ‘Not holding back huh?’
The red crimson dragon’s voice echoed in his mind, teasing but held an underlying meaning that Murtagh was able to grasp easily.
Ignoring Thorn’s voice, his eyes drifted back down to her grey ones.
“Follow me.” A pause then, “please?”
“Murtagh..” She started, the corners of her lips were tugged downwards.
“Estelle..” He repeated her name in turn, trying to focus into her darting pupils.
“Why?” She finally questioned, her tone was curious but under that, laid heavy exhaustion.
It’s not like she didn’t want to follow, but did it really matter? That was the point.
“Nasuada wants you to attend. She says it’s important.” He lied straight through his teeth.
“Are you lying? You are terrible at lying.” She pointed out straightly, narrowing her eyes to try and see his blurry figure.
He tried to keep his face neutral. He really did. But couldn’t stop the soft smile that tugged up to his lips. “Partly.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
“Are you sure this is a great idea?”
she insisted.
A soft red velvet dress adorned with patterns made of pearls sat snugly on her body, softly highlighting her curves. On her hands, rested lace white gloves. What she wore was carefully handmade, sown with precision and time.
“Would you rather stay locked in the infirmary like a toad?” The tailor exclaimed with a tease but concern masked behind it.
“Right. Because it’s so necessary to attend.” She retorted with a frown. It had been a great struggle to put the dress on. And that too blindly? It did not help her cause either way.
Solembum eyed her from his position on the ground, lazily licking his paws clean.
“Nonsense.” The herbalist, Angela spoke from the corner, seemingly sat in the chair, untangling the mess of yarn that Elva had caused, waving her concern off before her sharp eyes defined like those of a narrowed cat’s eyes, drifted to the clock.
-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Estelle?” Murtagh exclaimed with a hint of happiness he so miserably tried to hide, laced with a tad of curiosity and surprise.
“Murtagh, hey-“ She started, almost tripping over her feet as she spun around to face him and well..tried to walk over to him.
“Hey..easy there.” He mumbled, hand drifting to the small of her back as he guided her carefully to him.
“Right..It’s hard, you know, all blind and-“ she started before realizing she was practically rambling stuff he probably wouldn’t understand.
“I get it, it’s fine.” An easy grin reached up his lips as a small laugh escaped her as she tried to walk over to one of the tables with his guidance.
“This isn’t really how I wanted to enjoy my evening but..” she started.
“It’s a bit unusual?” He completed her sentence.
“..very.” She sighed. Even when her voice couldn’t say it aloud, she was tired. And it was painfully obvious to Murtagh. A frown tugged up to his lips.
Just then, the chorus started, different instruments in motion mixed to give a sweet soft melody that now echoed through the large halls.
Murtagh stayed silent for a moment, his dark brown eyes drifted to the middle section of the hall where pairs stayed clasped in their partners arms, swaying to the soft melodious tune.
His eyes drifted back to Estelle’s cloudy grey eyes, staring at the carpeted floor. Carefully gently gave his hand to Estelle. He was unfamiliar with this custom, but knew how to court a woman. “Estelle, May I..?”
Her grey eyes darted to Murtagh’s and for a moment she stayed silent. “Murtagh..I’m literally blind.. how can I- I can’t even see-“ she tried to protest.
“Then let me be your eyes.” He chose his words carefully, hand drifting back to the small of her back. “Please?”
“..Alright. Okay but I swear if I fall-“ she started, already panicking if something would go wrong.
“You wont. I swear it.” He laughed, guiding her to the floor.
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Hi:D
This is a bit of a different post because I wanted to write on my favourite character Murtagh!
(And maybe because I yap about him to my friends a bit too much. Hehe)
Does anyone know where I can find Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser x reader fics or just Murtagh fics? I keep checking on here for some, but there aren't any that I've come across.
