Don't question where my brain goes alright? This is what I get for having Scott's twitter notifs on.

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Third Person's P.O.V.

The sound of someone shuffling around the room roused Scott from his slumber. He slowly opened his bleary eyes and blinked a few times as everything gradually came into focus. Once his surroundings didn't look like a fuzzy blob, Scott glanced around the room he was in. The walls were made of various stones and there wasn't nearly enough pops of colour for his liking. The bed he was laying in was surprisingly soft and much too big for the proportion of the room. He then looked out the window and immediately recognized where he was. The Goblands.

"Morning Scott," fWhip said, flashing the colourful man in his bed a smile.

"Morning," Scott grumbled hoisting himself up onto his elbows. The motion made him feel just how hot, sticky and sweaty his body was. He internally cringed at the gross feeling. Scott then shuffled so he was sitting up with his back against the headboard and let out a low hiss. His legs were incredibly sore.

"What did I do last night?"

"You don't remember?" fWhip asked, making Scott flush in embarrassment for having said that out loud.

"Not everything, no," Scott managed to say.

"Well you, Sausage, Jimmy and I went out drinking in Animalia crawl last night," fWhip explained, "One thing led to another and the conversation got more... suggestive."

"How suggestive exactly?" Scott asked, his tone a wee bit coy as memories of their time in Lizzie's tavern came back to him. Bits and pieces were still missing, but he figured that he ended up sleeping with the goblin the night prior. The question is, what led up to that?

fWhip playfully rolled his eyes and crossed the room to hop up next to Scott on the bed. Scott suppressed a giggle at how the bed somewhat swallowed his small frame when it dipped underneath him from his weight. It was rather cute.

"We were all a bit tipsy but you were much farther gone than the rest of us," fWhip continued, "I don't know how you managed to do it, but we all ended up talking about our stamina in relation to sex. Yes, even Jimmy!"

Scott smirked then. He'd managed to rope the Sheriff into conversation topics the man's innocence wouldn't allow. Now that's impressive. Still doesn't explain why he's all sweaty and sore though. He never gets this tousled when being intimate with Sausage. Why was his time with fWhip so different?

"How did I end up back here with you then?" Scott asked.

"It was... my suggestion actually," the goblin answered, fiddling with his rough fingers, "I didn't want you to fly all the way home despite your insistence that you were fine. In hindsight you probably were knowing your alcohol tolerance and your background in adventuring but I didn't want to risk something happening to you. Jimmy and Sausage agreed on that as well. My empire is closest to Lizzie's so I brought you back here.

"I must admit, I was rather curious how you'd fair against a goblin's stamina after you told us how many rounds you could go for. Seeing you sprawled across my bed panting with flushed cheeks didn't help to push that train of thought away either. So I thought... it wouldn't hurt to satisfy my curiosity. I did sober you up as much as you would allow before asking for your consent. I wouldn't dare to take advantage of anyone when they aren't in a proper state of mind. Never!"

Scott took a moment to process what he'd just been told. More memories coming to the forefront of his mind. He remembered fWhip shoving cups of water towards his face and accepting a few of them before rejecting the rest. He also vaguely remembered saying yes as the goblin pushed him back on the mattress and sat against his growing erection. Muttering something under his breath about taking him for the best ride of his life. Judging by his current state, fWhip definitely delivered.

"So basically," Scott began, "I'm sore and sweaty and it's all your fault."

"Pretty much," fWhip replied, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. The tips of his large ears tinted with a blush.

The corner of Scott's lips curled upwards into a small smile. With a hiss he shuffled a bit closer to fWhip and laid his hand on top of the goblin's. Intertwining their fingers and giving fWhip's hand a light squeeze.

"Well I think it's obvious what we do now," Scott said.

"You want to go again?" fWhip asked, eyes wide partially from shock and partially from desire.

"Not right now but another time, yes," Scott replied, "You did one hell of a number on me when you rode me for however many rounds we went last night and I really don't want to fuck again while I'm this gross."

"Ah, understood," fWhip said with a cheeky smile and a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Care for a bath with me?"

"Yes, but no funny business you little minx," Scott said, lightly slapping the horny goblin's other hand that had snaked onto his still sore thigh.

"No promises."

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Here's the link to the tweet that inspired this fic: https://twitter.com/Smajor1995/status/1566940684858576896?t=OGdMJMfh_JZGwKoc9-7dLw&s=19

Now y'all see why I thought of this when I got the notification? That statement out of context... 😭

Have a good rest of your day/night!