So I'm still working on Smoke. It ended up going in a direction I wasn't happy with at all. So a lot of deleting and a few meltdowns later I got it to a point I'm happy with. Still a rough first draft.
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The room was peaceful, the fire keeping the air warm enough for the two inhabitants that currently sit in a plush armchair in front of it. A small sigh of content leaves Rook as she snuggled deeper into Emmrich's neck, fingers idly playing with the skull collar pin that keeps the Mages high collar closed. The odd noise of papers shuffling keeps her from dozing. A hand covered in gold rings reflecting in the fire light ever so slowly trails down the woman's naked spine, making her shiver with delight, the hand coming to rest on an ass cheek, squeezing it slightly, as glances over the rim of his glasses down at her.
“You make it difficult to work, my heart.”
Rook huffs into the man’s neck, grinning as she squeezes around his cock that sits snuggling in her. “I’m not to blame for your idea, Emmrich.”
Emmrich inhales sharply, the hand on her ass squeezed tighter, head tilting back to rest in the chair, taking three deep breaths to keep himself from coming at that moment. Both of them strung tightly with need, having been sat in such a position for a while now. It’s true that having her sit naked with his cock inside was his idea, keeping him warm until he was done going over some more notes that Vorgoth sent his way. Then to give Rook the attention she desvers by fucking her over the nearest surface he could find, be it the desk or against the bookshelves.
Yet he found himself taking longer than normal, each shift from Rook, a shameless squeeze here and there sending his mind to a screeching halt, losing the spot in the notes, having to re-read the same word over and over again, hand shaking when writing down some words he doesn’t even recall- he would have to draft up the letter again after this.
“Rook, behave if you please.”
Rook only smirked into his neck without a word, very likely plotting something in that brilliant mind of hers. Emmrich thinks before going back to writing something on the paper, yet the pen drops from his hand with a small clatter at the feeling of Rook running her tongue slowly up his jaw, eyes slowly rolling up as he tilts his head back more for her. Unknowing that deft fingers unclipped the collar pin, placing it gently on the small table next to them, pulling the collar apart to run lips down his neck, deft fingers once again slowly undoing his shirt partly.
“I-I did say I would be done soon, darling.” Emmrich stutters, hand gripping the arm of the chair tightly as he tries to keep himself under control to some degree, his glasses perched on the edge of his nose.
“Hm, you said that an hour ago.” Rook mutters into his neck before placing a mark there that made him gasp sharply.
Emmrich didn’t reply at first, he was sure it had only been a short while. A sigh leaves him as he lets the stack of papers fall from hand and slumps back into the chair, a gasp from Rook makes him smirk a little himself from the movement. Reaching to the small table he picks up a small narrow cylinder from a dish, a Smoke, Rook recognised, recalling the few times she’s seen people use them.
placing it between his lips, along with a grunt as Rook slowly rolled her hips, watching him closely with interest. Shaking his head slightly from her grin, lifting a free hand to first push his glasses back up his nose, then to the tip of the smoke igniting it with a spark of green magic, inhaling slowly before blowing the white smoke to the side, away from Rook’s face.
“I didn't know you smoked.”
“Hm, I indulge from time to time, depending on the circumstances” He shrugs slightly, taking another drag of the Smoke between fingers, holding the fumes for a little, then exhaling them slowly over Rook’s head- she swears the fumes almost looked like a skull before disappearing into the air.
“Though this is a good alternative, my dear.”
A ringed hand reaches around to grab Rook's ass again, squeezing the soft flesh and smirking at the groan from the women. Helping to guide her slick cunt over his aching cock that sits so tightly within her, her fluids leaking down his cock making the glide easier. He taps the ash into the dish as he asks. “Have you ever indulged in this before?” A small nod from Rook, wrapping her arms around his neck being mindful not to knock his hand holding the Smoke.
“A few times before all this, but with the Gods I’ve not had a moment to find any.”
“Then allow me to share this indulgence.” His tone sultry, bringing the Smoke to his lips once more to inhale the fumes, yet doesn’t let the white smoke escape, pulling the hand away to reach with the other to Rook, gently grasp her chin between two fingers, keeping her still long enough to press his lips against hers, quickly pushing his tongue through her lips to push some of the white smoke into her mouth. A deep moan follows from the women, arms pulling Emmrich by the neck closer, the Mage’s hand slowly moving to her jaw, holding her in place. The cold feeling of his rings sends sparks of aroused down to her core, squeezing around Emmrich who gasps, letting the remaining smoke escape around them.
With a huff Emmrich leans forward to kiss Rook again, tugging on her bottom lip before running his tongue over to soothe it. “You really do make it difficult, my dear.” A dark chuckle bubbles from his chest, leaving back into the chair once more as he takes another draft from the Smoke, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair as he watches Rook shift to take his cock deeper into her soaked cunt, he lifts a ringed hand to slide over a nipple
Each roll of her marvellous hips knocks small grunt from his lungs. “Excellent darling. You're being so good for me this evening, it makes me wonder if you're after something.”
“Maybe I am.
“Oh?” An inquisitive brow raises at her, a small wave of the hand that holds the smoke. “Do share, my dear.”
Rook hums playfully, leaning forward to kiss the Mage, moving to a cheek, trailing lips over jaw, coming to a stop near his ear, hips ever so slowly grinding taking more of his cock into her, in and out, over and over again, only stopping once she feels his cock pulse against her walls as she moans breathlessly into the lobe. Smirking as she felt his ringed hand shake while it rests on her hip.
“To see you undone, Emmrich. Truly undone, be it by my hands until you're a whimpering mess, begging for more with each crashing roll of arousal through your body.”
She smirks at the feeling of his breath becoming shorter and cock pulsing with the image she paints.
“Or seeing you lose that perfect gentlemanly side of yours, taking what you want, becoming more… Primal.” She growls into his ear.
Emmrich opens his eyes slowly, dark eyes staring into hers. “Primal, you say? Hmm” He swallowed thickly, putting on an air of control yet looking through the cracks would say otherwise. A huff of a laugh, a hand kneading her ass, urging her to keep her movements steady, lazily enjoying the pleasure, each slick sound sending filthy thoughts of what he wishes to do to her. Hazel eyes glances over to the leather belt that lays amongst Rook’s scattered clothing, an idea starting to form into his head on how he could use it on her.
Oh how idea of maybe binding her hands with it while fucking her, would he go slowly? Or perhaps at a mch faster pace until she’s breathless, trying in some vein to call out his name, his cock thrusting into the tight heat of her cunt, his cock pulses at the idea. Yet such thoughts were cut short as the woman on his lap squeezed around his cock, bringing his attention back to her, the Smoke almost dropping from his hand yet he was quick enough to catch himself.
“You minks.” He mutters into the air, shaking his head slightly at the giggle from Rook, who takes the Smoke from his hand, bringing it to her own lips to inhale from it, placing back into his hand once done, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to kiss, exhaling the white smoke with a moan, hands slowly running through Emmrich’s hair, messing it up yet Emmrich couldn't seem to care. His hips thrusting to meet hers softly, breaths mixed together, sparks of pleasure running through both of the two. Rook’s tongue licking sweat off Emmrich’s neck as he leans back, breaths starting to grow heavier and heavier, filthy words that make Rook’s ears blush spilling from the Mage’s mouth, encouraging her movements.
“Easy now, don’t hurt yourself… That’s it. You’re being very good for me.”
“Truly sensational, dearest.”
“Good girl.”
Rook could feel her end coming, the rolling tightness making her whimper, legs becoming sore from the motion, the muscles would have given up on her if it wasn’t for Emmrich’s hand helping her. Along with his words that hit her each time, the praise sent her higher and higher towards the edge, yet she couldn’t quite reach it, missing a little more.
“Emm-rich…” She strained out, looking into his darkened eyes, the smallest glow of green capturing her attention for a moment, before staggering a breath, pleading at him again.
“I..I need-”
“Oh? Is my dear close? Hm, do you need a hand?” A ringed hand slips down to press over her swollen bud, slowly forming small tight circles to help her reach the tip of the edge. “That’s it, you’re almost there.” He encouraged, bringing the Smoke to his lips to take another draft, slowly exhaling the white smoke near her lips, his eyes lowered, lips barely brushing against hers.
“Come now for me, my love.”
Rook comes with a sharp cry on her lips, the white smoke around them entering her mouth as Emmrich pulls her forward, gloved hand with the Smoke turned away between fingers keeping her head in place, drinking her cries of pleasure while her body shook with immense pleasure, squeezing around Emmrich’s aching cock, his own string of moans joining hers yet he keeps himself from joining her in blissful end. He was far done with her.
I'm finally done with the cock warming fic! I will now go lay on the floor for 5 to 10 business days.
This idea came from both my mind and this ask from @heylittleriotact who fuelled it even more. Thank you! I love you but damn my brain hurts now.💚
Huge thanks to @holdingontojupiter for dealing with my rambles and helping to look it over. Means a lot!💚
And thank you to everyone who has left wonderful comments and reblogs on the WIPs. I wouldn't have done this without your kind words. 💚
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Rating: E
M/F
Pairing: Rook/Emmrich Volkarin
Words: 5,735
A taste under the cut
The words danced on the page as Emmrich breathes deeply, pen slightly shaking in his hand, trying to concentrate on the notes he’s taken on Solas’ dagger. Yet the air in the room is far too warm, or is it just him? He grumbles under his breath, unbuttoning his high collar, thankful he took his vest off earlier, leaving it on the back of his chair. Wiping the sheen of sweat on his brow with the back of his gilded hand, the Mage’s eyes catch the culprit of his problem looking up at him from over the rim of his reading glasses. Eyes dark from desire, cock sitting snuggly down her throat. Sitting so pretty for him under his desk, her head leaning on his thigh and hands resting on the back of Emmrch’s legs.
How long has Rook been under his desk now? For sometime, he thinks, yet he wasn’t keeping track. All he recalls is Rook coming in asking if they could do something to make her forget about fighting gods and saving the world for a time. He agreed of course, wanting to do anything to help his darling Rook relax. Especially her idea of keeping his cock warm.
Emmrich is thankful he sent Manfred to go play with Assan. Emmrich isn’t too sure if he could form a convincing lie to his Ward as to why he is sweating as if he is in the Hissing Wastes. Or to why Rook is under his desk.
The sudden tightness around his cock draws him back into the moment. A gasp leaves his lips. A hand reaches out to grip the armrest of the chair, letting out a shuddering breath, slowly looking down at Rook with a stern look, whose eyes sparkly with mischief back up at him.
I was tagged by the amazing @heylittleriotact thanks! 💚
Tagging: @thepalehorsevictoria @redheadsramblings @holdingontojupiter and anyone who wants to!
Currently doing another Emmrook smut fic.
With the focus of Rook cock warming Emmrich from under the desk. Maybe the risk of someone walking in. (Thank you heylittleriotact for sparking this thing.) So here's what I got so far!
The words danced on the page as Emmrich breathed deeply, pen slightly shaking in his hand, trying to concentrate on the notes he’s taken on Solas’ dagger. Yet the air in the room was far too warm, or was it just him? He grumbles under his breath, unbuttoning his high collar, thankful he took his vest off earlier, leaving it on the back of his chair. Wiping the sheen of sweat on his brow with the back of his gilded hand the Mage’s eyes catches the culprit of his problem looking up at him from over the rim of his reading glasses. Eyes dark from desire, cock sitting snuggly down her throat. Sitting so pretty for him under his desk, hands resting on the back of Emmrch’s legs.
How long has Rook been under his desk now? For sometime, he thinks, yet he wasn’t keeping track; he was thankful he sent Manfred to go play with Assan. Emmrich wasn’t sure if he could form a convincing lie to the Ward as to why he was sweating as if he was in the Hissing Wastes.
The sudden tightness around his cock draws him back into the moment, a gasp leaves his lips a hand reaching out to grip the armrest of the chair, letting out a shuddering breath, slowly looking down at Rook with a stern look, whose eyes sparkly with mischief back up at him.
“That was mean, darling.”
A ringed hand runs through Rook’s hair, wrapping the end around his wrist to hold gently as Emmrich gently guides Rook along his cock, the heat and tightness of her throat squeezing him wonderfully. Leaning back in his chair Emmrich starts to guide Rook’s mouth over him, a deep moan leaving his chest, the wetness of Rook’s mouth and throat helping her to glide easily over him.
“That’s it, darling… Just like that.” He praises, twirling the pen in his other hand slowly over his fingers. Taking the moment to look back at his notes, seeing a mistake on the page. He slowly crosses it out and corrects it with a hum. The hand in Rook’s hair still guides her slowly, helping her take all of him to the base with a gag before letting her pull off to breath again. She brings her hands to rest them on his knees, grounding herself for a moment, licking the drool from her bottom lip before taking him back into her mouth, sliding slowly to take him deeper once again.
“Keep your hands still, dear. Spread your legs as well… There you go. Are you fine to go on?” He asks, tilting his head to look down at Rook, running a hand gently through her hair yet not taking a grip, letting her pull off if she wishes. He smiles as he feels two taps on his knee, signaling she wishes to continue.
“Good girl.”
A whimper leaves Rook’s throat making Emmrich’s eyes roll into the back of his head, a groan leaves his own throat, head slowly turning side to side as he tries to control himself by taking three deep breaths, moving one boot between her legs.
“Take your pleasure, dear. You’ve earned a little reward.”
Rook didn’t need telling twice, quickly using his boot to hump along it, indeed taking her pleasure that the Mage so gracefully gave her. The fire within her belly grows more and more as she takes it, gagging on Emmrich’s cock ignoring the drool that starts dripping from the corners of her mouth, over her chin and onto the floor. A hand moves from Emmrich’s knee to cup his balls, the mischievous spark returns to her eyes as she takes Emmrich off guard once she hears his gasp.
“Rook! Do not tease or I will-”
Suddenly a rhythmic knock came upon the Necormancer’s door.
Don't Fear The Reaper - Chapter 2 - Rider On The Storm
Finally got this one done wooooo! Huge shout out to @holdingontojupiter for betaing and @sofiemystique and @lunelebard for hyping up me through the tough parts.
I'll also give a small TW: For vehicle accident! Hakiem does fall off his bike but suffers no serious injuries.
A storm is rolling in over Nevarra City: according to the weather report it is set it for the week.
"Great." Thought Emmrich as he feeds Manfred his dinner, the goody Golden Retriever barking happily once the bowl is set down in front of him, quickly digging into the food that has Emmrich smiling.
"Oh, Manfred my boy I do apologise. It looks like we'll be unable to go for a long hike this week to see that old cemetery. I do hope all the rain doesn't ruin anything too much."
Emmrich turns back to the evening broadcast, frowning as he sees the weatherman cast a long arm over an area in the middle of the city that's at risk of flooding. Right where my store is. The voice of the weatherman draws his attention again as he finishes up cleaning the counter top where he prepped Manfred's food.
"The worst of the storm will hit the central area of Nevarra City tonight with a high chance of flooding in the area as well. Emergency personnel are on standby to aid any affected by the floods. They urge all citizens to seek higher ground, if possible, or to stay with family or friends in safer areas. Nevarra News will continue to share any updates as the storm progresses. Keep safe out there, Nevarrans."
"Oh… Lovely… I better head that way to make sure nothing is too at risk of being damaged, if a flood happens." He mutters to himself, throwing a coat on, followed by grabbing his phone, wallet and keys.
Emmrich takes a moment, tapping his keys on the palm of his hand in thought. He looks over to Manfred: he can't very well leave him here on his own, nor could he make him come out into the cold rain. He is willing to potentially put his own life at risk but not his darling boy Manfred. No. It wouldn't do.
Pulling up his lists of contacts on his phone, he swiftly finds the one he is looking for and rings the number. After only a few moments, a familiar voice picks up. "Hey, Professor. What can I do for you?"
"Neve, darling. I'm calling to see if you could-"
"Look after Fred for a few hours?"
"Ah. I didn't know I was that predictable." Emmrich speaks more to himself than to Neve over the phone, already feeling a pang of remorse for bothering his dear friend. Yet her laughter brings him out of his head and back to their conversation.
"No, but the weather report and its flood warnings did give me the hint that you'll head to the shop to prepare it." Neve explains, as a shuffle of papers from her end comes through the speaker. "But I can come around and watch him."
A sigh of relief leaves him, glad in knowing he could always trust in Neve. "Splendid! You're very much welcome to use the house for your needs, of course. I shouldn't be too long, a few hours at most."
Emmrich sets the phone to the loud speaker and places the phone gently on the kitchen counter, reaching inside his chest pocket for a cloth to clean his glasses. He frowns as he still finds smudges from that insufferable biker the other day. A day that still plagues his mind daily. How tall would the Rider be if he stood up from the bike? Is all that gear hiding the true physique just to make him look bigger? Is he as strong as he looked? Could he easily pick Emmrich up, push him up against a wall and-
He quickly snaps himself out of the lewd thoughts that are about to overtake his mind.
"Now is not the time for that, Volkarin." He mutters to himself, taking a moment to rearrange himself in his slacks.
"I'm sorry, what did you say, Emmrich?" Neve asks over the phone, bringing Emmrich to fully acknowledge he is still on call with the Detective.
Fuck.
"Oh, nothing dear Neve! I was just talking to Manfred for a moment. He was trying to get into the… fridge again, made a bit of a mess that I'll clean up before I leave."
You idiot, Volkarin.
"That's a new one." Neve chuckles. "I'll be sure to keep an eye on the fridge then."
A sigh of relief leaves him, just about managing to avoid the real reason to his current predicament. That insufferable biker. Emmrich nods as if Neve can see him, picking up the phone once again and patting Manfred on the head as the dog settles in his bed by the fire ready for his evening nap.
"Right then! I shall be off. Thank you once again, Neve."
"It's no problem, Emmrich. I'm sure me and Fred can have fun together by watching some murder mystery story."
"Ha, I'm sure dear Manfred will enjoy that." Emmrich smiles, checking one last time that he has turned off everything. Bedroom light? Off. Oven? Off. His books put away in case Manfred feels like a little paper snack when Neve isn't looking? Safely tucked away on a high shelf of his tall bookcase. Once Emmrich is satisfied, he turns the dimmer down for the lights, keeping a low light on for when Neve enters later.
After ending the call with Neve, Emmrich heads out the door, quickly sticking a arm back through the gap in the doorway to grab his umbrella. "Pointless maybe but it might help a little." He shrugs to himself, locking the door and heading down the road and into the night.
His store isn't too far, thankfully. He should make it relatively quickly: not many drivers are out in such bad weather. But he still will be careful, checking each way twice before crossing roads, stopping on the pavement to check his phone when it pings. A text message from Neve, just saying she made it safely to his place and is currently having cuddles with Manfred.
Wiping a rogue water drop off his glasses that has gotten past the umbrella due to a passing car, Emmrich notices a few shops already closed early and flood prepped under the glow of the streetlights. One cannot be too careful with this storm, after all. He makes his way down a few more streets, past the City gardens he loves so much. He prays to the Maker they will survive the worst of the storm. He fully expects some calls coming his way in the days that follow, looking for his botanist expertise to see if any of the plant life are in any danger of dying after the flooding.
Over the downpour of the rain, the roar of an engine pulls Emmrich out of his thoughts. He looks behind him, expecting to see two headlights but instead he sees only one: a biker speeding rather fast and very much over the speed limit down the slippery road.
"That foolish rider, they could come off at any moment if they don't slow down!"
Rook both loved and hated the skull helmet that Emmrich sometimes wears while in the Necropolis. How long have they both been down here? An hour or two at best, but to Rook, it felt like days. Of all days for her to get really horny and it was because of the Mage’s skull helm.
Looking over at the Necromancer, Rook watches him finish summoning a helpful wisp into a skeleton, two of them already working to clear the debris and stone. Her eyes rest on his flowy arms, almost finishing the cast. She couldn’t help but admire not only the green magic that flows ever so gently. But also the movement of his long fingers, how the light from his magic catches on his grave gold.
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“Darling? Are you alright?”
“Yea- Yeah! Just lost in thought.”
“Are you quite sure? You don't seem to be your normal self.”
Emmrich comes closer, raises a ringed Hand, Feeling rooks forehead the back of it. still wearing the helm.
Rook tried looking anywhere but at him. At the helm, him being so close sent all sorts of thoughts through her mind, the soap he used that morning, his aftershave, and the slight smell of the necropolis that always clung to him. but The helm… Oh Maker, how the thought of him making love to her with It ok, would he go slow? Gentle rocking of his hips, each thrust sending his cock deep within her while he holds her face firm but with care, having her stare up at him as he speaks Nothing but tender words.
Or would he hold her down just how she likes, pinned under him, ringed hand holding wrists in place while showing no mercy with his thrusts, fucking into her until she's forgotten her own name but only remembering his.
“Rook?” Emmrich says softly, voice full of concern, lowering the hand to rest it on the stone table she currently sits on. Caging her between arms.
“It's… it's your helm…”
“My helm?” He questions, tilting his head slightly, forgetting he's still wearing it. “I thought you liked it?”
“I do! I really do it… It gives you that imposing look, graceful and… And….I-” She trails off, looking down as she fidgets with the leather buckle that keeps his coat in place.
“And you?”
“I really like it when you wear it” she answers, wishing a demon would come and swallow her whole to save her from admitting her thoughts.
“I'm sorry, my dear, I am deeply confused. If you like my helm, then what's wrong?”
“I like it because it makes you look both intimidating and sexy at the same time, I have… thoughts of you doing things to me with it on.”
A long, deafening pause between the two, Emmrich trying to process what Rook meant by her words.
“Oh.”
Rook felt her cheeks burn, rarely did she feel embarrassed by sex but this… Well, what was she meant to say?
“Yeah- Well… Sha-shall, we get back to work? That artefact won’t make it to Vorgoth on its own!” Rook quickly slides under Emmrich’s arms, grabbing a random tool from the table in her haste - a brush, making her way towards the half buried artefact
“Oh? You enjoy the idea of me wearing this while I'm deep inside of you?” Emmrich whispers behind the helm, bending forward to be eye level with Rook, a whimper leaves her lips, body becoming stiff at the closeness.
“Holding you in place while my cock thrusts into that delectable warmth of yours? Until you're screaming my name for the whole of the Necropolis to hear? Filling you with my seed until it sat deep within you?”
“I…No?” Rook answers, clearly unsure of her own words. The lie sat heavily on her tongue, trying to keep those thoughts locked up. Yes she does want Emmrich to wear the mask while fucking her until she can't even remember her name.
“Hm, you're lying to me. You know I do not like lies, my sweet girl.”
Finally got this one done yay! Enjoy Emmrich and Rook share a smoke together, amongst other things.
Huge thanks to @holdingontojupiter for helping look through this and listening to me ramble, and even more for encouraging me when I deleted like 2k worth of the fic to rewrite it lmao. This one was such a pain as it kept running away from me but I got there in the end.
Title: Smoke
Series: Push and Pull
Rating: E
Category: F/M
Words: 4,634
On AO3
Tags and preview under the cut.
Tags: Cock warming, Smoking, Overstimulation, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Riding, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Rough Sex, Soft Dom Emmrich Volkarin, Brat Tamer Emmrich Volkarin, Brat Rook, Established Relationship, Spanking, Shameless Smut, Dom/sub, Aftercare
The room is peaceful, the fire keeping the air warm enough for the two inhabitants that currently sit in a plush armchair in front of it. A small contented sigh leaves Rook as she snuggles deeper into Emmrich's neck, fingers idly playing with the skull collar pin that keeps the Mage’s high collar closed. The odd noise of papers rustling keeps her from dozing into a light sleep. A hand covered in gold rings reflecting in the firelight ever so slowly trails down the woman's naked spine, making her shiver with delight. The same hand comes to rest on a soft ass cheek, squeezing it slightly, as Emmrich glances over the rim of his glasses down at her.
“You make it difficult to work, my heart.”
Rook huffs into the man’s neck, grinning as she squeezes around his cock that sits snugly inside her. “I’m not to blame for your idea, Emmrich.”
Emmrich inhales sharply, the hand on her ass squeezing tighter. His head tilts back to rest on the chair, taking three deep breaths to keep himself from coming within her at that moment. Both of them are strung tightly with need, having been sat in such a position for a long stretch of time. It’s true that having her sit naked with his cock inside her was his idea, keeping him warm until he was done going over some notes that Vorgoth sent his way. Then once done to give Rook the attention she deserves by fucking her over the nearest surface he could find, be it the desk or against the bookshelves.
Yet he finds himself taking longer than normal. Each shift from Rook, a shameless squeeze here, a small moan into ear there, sends his mind to a screeching halt, losing the spot in the notes, having to re-read the same word over and over again, none of it truly making any sense no matter how hard he tries. His hands are shaking when writing down words he doesn’t even recall, crossing out misspelled words, trying again yet misspelling again, splotches of ink on the paper- He will have to draft up the letter again after this.
“Rook, behave if you please.”
Rook only smirks into his neck without a word. Very likely plotting something in that brilliant mind of hers. Emmrich thinks, before going back to writing something on the paper.
The pen drops from his hand with a small clatter onto the floor at the feeling of Rook running her tongue slowly up his jaw. His eyes slowly roll back as he tilts his head more for her. He is unaware that deft fingers are unclipping the collar pin, placing it gently on the small table next to them. After pulling the high collar apart to run her lips down his neck, clever fingers once again slowly undo his shirt to stroke down through the dusting of hair on his chest, one hand coming to rest over his beating heart..
“I-I did say I would be done soon, darling.” Emmrich stutters, hand gripping the arm of the chair tightly as he tries to keep himself under control to some degree, his glasses perched on the edge of his nose threatening to slip off it due to sweat.
“Hm, you said that an hour ago.” Rook mutters into his neck before placing a mark there that made him gasp sharply and another gasp from a second mark done by Rook’s mouth.
Here's another Emmrook fic from that silly "Skull-liker" wip I posted. Was never meant to see the light of day but clearly it ended up being it's own thing. So enjoy Emmrich face-fucking Rook until she's a mess. (All consensual, of course)
Huge thanks to wonderful @holdingontojupiter for helping me keep sane and looking through it. Appreciate you.💚
Title: Unwind
Series: Push and Pull
Rating: E
Category: F/M
Words: 6,119
on AO3
Tags and a little preview under the cut.
Main Tags: Rough Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Consensual Kink, Kink Negotiation. Aftercare, Dom/Sub Dynamic. Rest is on the AO3 page.
Taash grunts with a nod. “I'm sorry for calling you a Skullfu- liker.... Skull-liker."
Taash quickly corrects themselves before leaving with a wave at Rook who stands with crossed arms, shaking her head with a small smile. She’s glad the two are going to try to get along. She watches the Qunari leave and once the door is closed, Rook turns to look back at the Necromancer, noticing how tense his shoulders are even after the agreement between the two. An idea starts to form in her head on how to help the man release some tension.
Emmrich sighs deeply, a look of slight annoyance and guilt on his face. “I really thought Taash wasn’t scared of anything. Oh a fool I’ve been to not think-”
He makes his way to a small alcove tucked into the bookcase near the fire, reaching to grab a bottle that Rook notices looks aged. Watching as the Necromancer pours the rich amber looking liquid into a glass, her eyes can’t help but stare at his throat, watching the man’s Adam's apple bobbing as he takes a sip, savouring the flavour.
Rook lets Emmrich speak his mind, knowing it often helps the man when he’s stressed. She slowly follows him like a predator follows prey, peering over his arm to look at the drink, admiring the colour of the amber liquid within the glass, to the many rings adorning the hand that holds it. She slowly wraps her arms around his middle to hug him tightly, to give some comfort. Yet she can't help but laugh a little as she thinks back on the name Taash almost called the Mage. Emmrich feels the smirk on her face as she presses against his back.
"Skull-liker? I didn't know the Watchers had that title."
"Darling, please. You know the Watchers have no such title." Emmrich says with a mutter, annoyed at the name.
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Tensions are high to say the least as the two enter Emmrich's room. The taller one removes his coat carefully, trying to control the bubbling anger deep within his chest, yet failing as he throws it onto the chair near his desk, hazel eyes never leaving the woman's tense back after setting his staff to the side.
“You should have taken the other path-”
“Oh Maker Emmrich! It's too late for that now! It's over isn't it? We did what we set out to accomplish: taking down that Venatori group.”
Dahlia rolls her eyes, sighing in annoyance, removing her own coat and throwing it onto the same chair as Emmrich’s.
“By you being so reckless? Just to shave a few seconds off? They SAW you coming! If it wasn’t for Davrin’s shield they would have-”
“Yet you never bothered to say anything before I told the team to take that path?! Why?”
“I… Well I thought you would make a far more educated guess! That’s why I didn’t say-”
“So you were being too nice to question my actions?”
“It wasn’t a matter of being ‘nice’. It was a matter of-”
The Mage grunts at the prod to his chest from Dahlia’s finger, glaring down at her. She doesn't back down, stepping onto her tiptoes to poke at his chest again, trying to match his height yet failing, being far smaller than him.
“If my recklessness is a problem then your niceness is a problem as well!”
“I beg your pardon? How is that a problem?”
