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obsessivevoidkitten · 2 months ago

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Your Knight in Shining Armor

Kinktober 2024 Day 1: Whump Yandere Male Royal x Male Reader AND (separately) Yandere Male Dragon Hybrid x Male Reader CW: Painful noncon, blowjobs, minor physical abuse, verbal abuse, homophobia, internalized homophobia, bullying, kidnapping, minor character death, implied minor character murder, non-human genitalia, emotional trauma, angst, hurt with little comfort, humiliation, degradation, shame, a lot of crying, general yandere behavior, possessive yandere, whump, Dead Dove: DO NOT EAT Word Count: 3.5k (I decided to make my own list of kinks/scenarios for kinktober. I am only posting every other day and not everything is a full fic, though there are several full fics in the mix. This has been a labor of love for you my beautiful readers, please enjoy!)

The Prince of Thornhollow, Percival, was pampered and spoiled by his royal upbringing. He seemed to have been almost blessed. Not just by birth but also in ability. In contests with his knights, he was always the victor, and in his hunts, he had always been successful. The skill he possessed only served to grow his sense of superiority.

He also delighted in cruelty. All of this was unleashed upon castle servants. Since you were his personal servant, you suffered the most abuse by far. The prince tripped you, made fun of you, ridiculed you for the smallest things, and smacked you around whenever he was upset.

A few times he forced you to jerk him off and look at him while you licked the cum from his cock. He loved the humiliation in your eyes.

"You should be thanking me for letting you taste the royal seed with your peasant mouth."

It wasn't a suggestion. You had to thank him. He berated you afterward for being a girl and liking dick. It was an open secret that you fancied other men, and it was a favorite subject for Percival to pick at.

Sadly his sexual abuse didn’t end there. One time, when he was drunk on wine and you had been cleaning his chambers, he suddenly pinned you against the wall and kissed you roughly on the mouth. Sloppy and uncoordinated, you could taste the wine.

You flinched from his touch, sure that it was a cruel joke. And even if it wasn't your first kiss, you should have been from someone you loved, not someone you feared.

Percival grabbed your wrists to stop your squirming.

"Stop fighting, slut."

His words were harsh but his voice had a certain softness that you were not accustomed to from him. It was obviously the alcohol.

"You're gay, I'm an attractive man, I know you want this."

You yelped as he spun you around and grinded against your ass. You had no choice but to comply with his every whim... he was royalty. He nuzzled your neck and cooed into your ear.

"You're shaking so much, I bet your trembles will feel so good from inside you."

Percival pulled your pants down, followed by his. He took a gob of precum from his cock and massaged it into your hole.

"I bet you can't believe your luck, having the prince do this to you."

He slid a finger into you, followed by another. You wept silently as he squirmed inside your ass to stretch you out.

"I'm not a gay freak like you, this is just your reward for being such a good servant all these years. You deserve it."

The prince sucked and kissed your neck as he slowly pierced you with his cock.

You gasped for breath as the pain made you speechless. You would have fallen to the ground had Percival not been propping you up with his strong hands. There was a resounding smack as his nuts hit your ass with every thrust. You tried to squirm free, instinct overriding the attempt to obey a superior, but Percival wrapped his arms around you tightly.

"Just try to relax. You'll love it. I know you'll love my cock."

He nibbled on your ear and trailed kisses down your neck.

"Stop crying, you're being really ungrateful... it's starting to annoy me..."

He began going at a crueler pace in his frustration. He felt between your legs and you were barely even hard. He thought you'd love this, there were prevalent rumors that several knights had used you as a convenient cumdump and he was obviously better than they were. Of course, you were a virgin, and the prince was robbing you of your first time in the most brutal fashion.

After filling you with his cum he let you slump to the floor as he sneered.

He was still drunk, but his orgasm brought a bit of clarity, letting his elitism and internalized homophobia bubble back to the surface where it mingled with his disappointment and insecurity at the fact that sex with him wasn't enjoyable for you.

He was too ignorant to know that much better lube and stretching needed to be used while you were more relaxed. Percival wiped himself off with a rag and then threw it at you with a look of disgust.

"Clean yourself up, then get the hell out and don't let anyone know, or I'll cut out your tongue."

You wiped the cum and blood from you quickly and staggered to your feet before hobbling away while sniffling. He didn't do anything like that again, not even force you to suck him, but he did treat you worse for weeks.

His disposition finally went back to his normal level of disdain when he finally got his new set of enchanted armor. It was white and black, with silver and gold filigree. It became your most important set of tasks, fetching, polishing, and putting away his armor as well as helping him into it. Though even when it was perfectly polished, it was not unheard of for you to get a minor thrashing at the hands of the prince.

The life you had was pretty miserable. Even though the prince acted as a tyrant to his personal servant, you, he protected his and the crown’s image. It helped that the royal family's policies and skills at governing resulted in a fairly content lower class. Percival, especially, was beloved by many. The handsome prince with his blood red hair and muscular physique. He was quite charming and had drawn the affection of many noble ladies. This meant you couldn't find an escape or even speak badly about the prince because you would surely be ratted out.

So you went about tending to the prince as best you could and just hoping that he wasn't in a foul mood at any given time. But the prince wasn't the only thing you had to worry about.

There was a dragon-man hybrid, Rinvir, that had been attracted by a certain shiny gleam. He found that it was the valuable armor of the prince.

Of course, it may be good to have someone tend to the armor sometimes. Maybe they could polish other treasures for him. When he watched you shine the armor, he couldn't help but think how nice it would be to have your delicate human hands tend to his "sword" too. And maybe how good it would feel "sheathed" inside of you.

Rinvir wouldn't just mate with a human for such a flimsy reason, so he stalked you and the prince. Whenever he was hunting with you as his assistant, whenever you were in the training fields helping him put on his armor, whenever you were alone and tending to your outdoor duties.

He hated the prince but fell deeply in love with you. You were so kind and soft-spoken, so diligent with your work no matter what the task.

Rinvir wanted you even more than the immensely valuable armor. He still wanted the armor in his hoard, though, too. It would spite the prince nicely.

The dragon-man waited until a lovely clear day when you were just about to help Percival into his armor. He was screaming at you to hurry up as you were struggling with its immense weight. Rinvir swooped down and snatched you right up, armor and all. A flash of shiny blue scales was all the prince saw before you were gone. He stood there dumbfounded for a moment before collecting himself.

"But... that one was... mine..."

He had to have yo-, no, his... armor back. It was so valuable and had been forged partly by magical means. Luckily, his father, the king, agreed. It was an insult to their rule to let such a slight go unpunished.

Dragon-men were strong, but the prince had a good number under his command, his own talents, and the magic of the court wizard backing him up. He'd have his precious peasant back by any means! And this time, he'd not let silly shit like fear of rumors and homophobia stop him from holding you close in bed while rearranging your guts.

Oh, uh... and he'd have his fancy enchanted armor back... that was what he was really worried about... the armor... yeah...

Meanwhile, at the formerly abandoned lakeside temple that Rinvir called home, you were crying. A giant man with shaggy unkempt hair, huge blue wings, horns, and scales up and down his arms and legs had just made off with you. Surely he would eat you or kill you for sport.

"Shhh, calm down, delicate thing."

He took you to his underground treasure room and put the armor on a stand then gave his undivided attention to you.

"You're my new favorite treasure!"

He nuzzled into your neck and licked your cheek, causing you to shudder.

"I-I'm not a treasure... j-just take me back home!"

He laughed. That wasn't happening.

"And go back to that abusive royal? Not a chance. You're gonna be my mate."

At first, you were borderline hostile. Then you were extremely reluctant. But as the days and weeks turned into months, you became more and more amicable to your self-appointed boyfriend. Rinvir did so much for you. He set up a little garden so you could enjoy outside time because you always looked at peace during your brief moments in the palace gardens.

He caught food for you. Though you did have to prepare it, he was no chef. But you had to prepare fresh meat on the prince's hunts all the time. But now you got to cook it how you preferred and Rinvir left you the best bits.

When you were sore, he gave the best massages.

When you slept, he held you tight to provide warmth.

When it came to sex Rinvir was a patient and gentle lover. So far, you had only pleased him with your mouth and hands, and he had returned the favor. His cock was thick and slimy but you actually enjoyed how it felt in your hands and the taste wasn’t bad either. He never pressured you into anything and was content with letting you explore what you liked at your own pace.

He really was your savior. Your dragon in shining scales.

It had been three months. Three agonizing months without his manservant. His beloved. His father had ordered him to give up the search because at this point, it was getting costly, and the prince had matters of state that needed attending. They could always make new armor and still investigate in smaller numbers if there were solid leads about the dragon.

That wasn't acceptable to Percival. His servant was probably dead or, at the very least, being tortured by a beast. It had been so long, and there were no guarantees that you were still alive. Percival had to have closure and revenge. Even if you were alive, he'd need revenge for having to endure without you, and you had surely missed him. If you were still hanging on you probably felt abandoned.

His father wouldn't budge. And when, in desperation, Percival had told him he valued and needed your friendship, his father had laughed him out of the throne room.

Unfortunately for you, his father came down with a sudden case of "died in the middle of the night." It was assumed he had succumbed to his advanced age, though that wasn’t the case.

King Percival redoubled the efforts into finding that thief of a dragon. It took an extra month after his ascension to the throne, but he had discovered rumors of a shimmering blue dragon-man. Percival spared no expense. Took no chances. He surrounded the entire area with well over 100 troops and had hired an additional two mercenary mages to work alongside the court wizard. They had used great magic to keep the approach silent.

It was the middle of the night when they made their move. Rinvir heard them approach and woke you up quickly.

"I think the prince found us! There's a lot of them. I can't believe they got so close without me noticing!"

He held you in his arms and planned to fly off with you through the temple's tower window.

You were too frightened to speak, but you had confidence in Rinvir's ability to get you to safety.

Rinvir spread his wings and leapt from the window. But a beam of light made by the combined magic of the King's sorcerers pulled the two of you to the ground.

Percival's heart leapt at the sight of you. He could scarcely believe you were still alive. This was amazing. He'd take you back, marry you at once, keep you safe, and heal you from whatever trauma this brute subjected you to.

"SLOWLY!!! He has my betrothed!!"

Yes, he was quickly paralyzed with powerful magic, and you were pried from his grasp.

Your knightly king would have you soon. Percival would make up for every bad word he ever uttered to you, for every humiliation, for hurting you the first time the two of you had made love because he had assumed you were more experienced.

He felt silly for having brought a small army when all he had needed were a few powerful magic users. They brought you to him, and he hoisted you into one of the wagons that had been brought to take back the dragon's treasures.

Percival removed his replacement armor and pulled you right into his lap. You had been shocked into silence with everything having moved so fast. One moment, you were snuggled up with Rinvir, your love, and suddenly, you found yourself in the lap of the man who made you hate life. Who's touch made you want to vomit.

You tried to shake him off and escape his hold.

"M-my Rinvir... I got to see Rinvir..."

"Who? That glorified lizard? Has he brainwashed you!? They say the best way to break such magic is with the touch of a loved one."

His hands were all over you as he peppered you with small kisses.

"Forget that monster, you're safe now, I promise."

"Y-you don't understand! I love him! Please let us go!"

He held you tightly with one arm as he began stripping you down with the other.

"I know just the thing to break this bewitchment."

Percival figured even if you weren't under the power of a spell that giving you his cock and making you feel good would still help you get over your overgrown lizard. The king kept you on his lap but turned you to face him. He swallowed up all of your protests with a deep hungry kiss, his tongue rolling around your mouth as it invaded you.

You started thrashing more as his finger grazed your hole. He held you tight as he leaned over and grabbed a vial from a box underneath his seat. He had this wagon prepared for your rescue if it was successful.

“Please don't. J-just let me go back...”

He put the contents on his fingers and massaged them diligently into your hole, slowly adding more digits until you could handle four of them with ease. Then he slicked up his large cock.

"Don't worry. This will be so much better than last time. I'll be the only man you ever think of after this."

His mouth attended to your neck as he slid into you slowly, going at a slow pace and making sure he hit a spot in you with each thrust that made you shudder and keen.

Percival had to admit that it was his fault your first time was awful. But he had consulted books since then. If he had been this attentive the first time, he could have been bedding you for a long time. You wept silently as your body betrayed you entirely, Percival assumed that the pleasure was just too much for you. You came intensely, spurting cum all over his hard abs and chest.

He went faster, still careful to go at a pace that wouldn't hurt you, as he chased his own climax. Being inside you finally and seeing your face as it was so ruined by pleasure sent him over the edge, and he filled your bowels with his semen.

"See!? Isn't that so much better? We can do it all the time now! I forgot to tell you! I'm the king!!!"

He held you close, burying your face in his pecs as he rubbed your back.

"If anyone gives us shit for being gay I'll cut their tongue out."

Percival was worried because you kept shaking and sobbing, but when you cried about wanting to go back to Rinvir, his attitude went icy. He peeled you off of his dick and cleaned you up roughly but then sat you across from him.

He had to remind himself that you had suffered great trauma, and it would likely take time to heal since it clearly wasn't a mere spell that had been laid upon you. He had to remain kind to you because it wasn't your fault, and a king shouldn't treat his betrothed too harshly.

Besides, he still had to make up for all the torture he put you through.

But he was not known for his patience. As the weeks passed, he grew increasingly irritable and could no longer handle your ceaseless whingeing about Rinvir.

Percival arranged for you to meet the piece of trash.

He took you down to the dungeon where you saw Rinvir. He was encased in a solid block of some type of enchanted glass or maybe even magical ice, completely unable to move. You fell to your knees and pressed your hands to the surface of the material as you cried his name. You hadn't seen him since you were ripped from his arms, you hadn't even known whether or not he survived!

"He's still alive, you know?"

Percival leaned down and spoke softly into your ear.

"I was going to have him displayed in the throne room, but that would have been too cruel to you, and I do love you so."

The depraved king applied a special lube to his fingers. One that was guaranteed to make you cum hard.

"He can see and hear everything. Since you cry for him so much in my presence, it is only fair that he hears how I make you moan and cry in pleasure."

You were crying so desperately that Percival's words hardly registered at all. Only when he pulled down your leggings did you realize his intent. You squirmed and writhed as he put the lube in you, feeling a strange heat inside you as he rubbed it in.

He gripped your hips and lined up with your hole, your crying face looking down shamefully to avoid seeing Rinvir as Percival took you.

His cock kissed that spot inside you and instantly you started moaning. It was like he was pumping a surge of ecstasy into you with every thrust. Though tears fell to the cold dungeon floor as he fucked into you, you couldn't help arching your back and moving against every thrust in an effort to feel it more deeply.

It was something you had never done before while Percival "made love" to you.

Percival greatly increased the pace. He wanted Rinvir to hear the smack every single time he drove into you, wanted you to hear the squelch from the precum and lube as he pressed into you, and most of all wanted him to hear all the pretty little gasps and moans HIS fiancé was making that HE had caused.

Percival's throbbing cock spilled rope after rope of semen into you, causing you to practically collapse to the floor in a riot of bliss as you came. You buried your head in your arms in humiliation and guilt. Your loving king angled your head up and forced you to look at Rinvir.

"It probably hurts him a great deal to see you like this, don't you think? From now on, anytime you mention his name, I am going to bring you down here and breed you right in front of him."

Percival sneered evilly at Rinvir. He knew from your defeated expression that he had won. The king kissed and comforted you as he picked you up to take you to bed. You had a long day, and tomorrow there was a wedding to start planning... now that you were over your ex...

He left the mess that had pooled out of you right where it had fallen. Rinvir could look at all the cum he had put into you for a while as a reminder of what Percival did to those who would dare take what was his.

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shadowdaddies · 1 year ago

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can i please request dark reader x feysand where reader is incredibly morally grey and she will make the tough decisions for feysand and disguise them as something else so that they’re not hurt/sad about it. Reader will do anything to ensure their happiness even if it means being the bad guy, she has the whole court of nightmares in a chokehold and feysand think the court is scared of them but in reality they’re all scared of reader but won’t dare say anything bc one look from her and they’re dead.

thank you for this request!! I haven't written for Feyre in so long and this was so fun and different for me to write

The Real Nightmare

poly!Feysand x dark!Reader

Warnings: mentions of torture, depictions of blood and weapons

Eyes gleaming with feral delight, you flashed a wicked smile at the pathetic male, who lay whimpering on the floor. “Remember how gracious I have been today, Lord Thanatos, that I allowed you to keep this hand,” you remarked, voice dripping with condescension as you squeezed the already broken bones in his hand.

He let out a high-pitched scream, eyes screwed shut as he rolled onto his side. With a dark laugh, you released his hand, only to press the heel of your boot into his shoulder, turning him onto his back. “You will look at me when I am speaking to you.”

The male forced his eyes open, fear in his eyes as they beheld the blade in your hand. Your lip curled in disgust as the scent of his urine filled the air. Pathetic, how easily frightened these “powerful” males truly were. You inspected the dagger, enjoying the weight of it in your hands as you flipped the shiny - shamefully clean - weapon between your fingers.

With a sigh, you crouched down once more, using the tip of the blade to angle Thanatos’s head towards you. “What a shame it is that the same hand you used to hit your daughter, would be broken so soon after. Your High Lord and Lady weren’t sure of the proper punishment, with the tangle of stories you and Keir have weaved for us. I find it sweet that they want to be fair, to not harm you without proof of your actions.” You pressed the blade further into his skin, eyes darkening with pleasure at the drop of blood that dripped down his throat. “How unfortunate for you that I don’t care about fairness.”

Thanatos tried to speak, the words coming out a babbling mess. Rage filled you at his sorry attempts at defense. “Do not bother. I will not hear your words.” You dragged the edge of the blade along his jawline, smiling at how he trembled under your touch. “As I said, it is a pity that your hand was injured through your own clumsiness. I look forward to hearing whatever humiliating excuse you have for this injury tomorrow at Court.”

You stood, wiping the blood from your dagger on Thanatos’s tunic as you pulled away. Striding towards the door, you spared him once last glance over your shoulder, kindly granting one last warning. “When you speak to Keir and others of your incident, I advise that you keep in mind the protections that I have from your High Lord and Lady. If you cause furthers issues in this court, I will not be so gracious in the future.” With that, you disappeared from the male’s chambers, returning to your shared room where Rhys and Feyre waited.

“Hi love,” Feyre greeted, rising up from where she sat by the fire to give you a kiss. “Where have you been?”

With a soft smile, you wrapped your arms around her waist, admiring the twinkle in her blue-gray eyes, so innocent and kind. “I needed some fresh air, so I went for a walk. I couldn’t stay out too long, though. I missed you and Rhys, and it’s so scary here in Hewn City.” You shuddered, giving Feyre your best doe eyes as you played the role of frightened fawn.

“Oh, darling,” Rhys cooed as he entered the room. Pressing a kiss to your head, his thumb stroked your cheek in reassurance. “I’m sorry that you have to be here. We’ll make our appearance with you at Court tomorrow, so that everyone knows you are ours and won’t harm you. Then we can go home to Velaris.” You nodded, leaning into his touch, your muscles visibly relaxing. That seemed to satisfy them, both of them letting you go to get ready for bed.

The next day, you stood in the mirror, Feyre coming up behind you to rub your arms in a soothing motion. “You look beautiful,” she murmured, leaning down to press a kiss below your ear. Releasing a shaky breath, you nodded your thanks. You knew you looked beautiful, in your typical Night Court attire - a black, low neck dress with a high slit that allowed you to keep the dagger at your thigh hidden unless you needed access to it.

You strode through the doors, keeping your head high as you took your seat next to Rhys and Feyre on the dais. Rhys sent a wave of comfort down the bond, which only encouraged the wicked smirk you gave the group of Lords to your left. In an unspoken order, you flicked your eyes from them to your right where Rhys and Feyre sat, and the Lords bowed their heads even lower, each of them murmuring praises to their High Lord and Lady.

“I’m glad to see some semblance of respect still remains in this Court. However, this does bring forth the matter of Thanatos and his daughter. Keir, what do you have to say about the matter?” Rhysand questioned, dark power emanating through the room as he spoke. Keir stepped forward, eyes downcast as he refused to look in your direction.

“My Lord, I cannot speak as to whether Thanatos is guilty. I defer to your wise judgment, as I bring him forth for questioning.” Keir’s eyes flicked in your direction for barely a moment as he ushered Thanatos forward, the sad excuse for a male swallowing thickly as you bared your teeth at him, a promise that he would pay for that glance later.

Thanatos stepped forward, bowing before the throne with a wince. “My Lord, my Ladies,” he greeted through gritted teeth.

Rhys cocked an eyebrow in amusement, his gaze landing on Thanatos shattered hand. “My, Thanatos. What has happened there?”

The male swallowed, a sliver of wisdom shining through the cracks of his remarkably dim brain when he refused to look in your direction, instead directing his emanating fear towards Rhys and Feyre. “My Lord, I had an accident, you see - I was practicing my swordplay and the weapons rack fell on my hand.”

Feyre leaned forward, interest clear in her eyes as she scrutinized Thanatos’s words. “Why didn’t you seek a healer?”

The glare in your eyes sent a chill through the room, males and females throughout the Court trembling under your furious gaze. If this fool didn’t sell his lie, you would make certain he never again saw the light of day.

Thanatos’s entire body shook as he scrambled for an answer. “Because, my Lady... I felt as though the injury was an apt punishment for raising my hand against my daughter.”

Gasps sounded throughout the room at his confession. Feyre leaned back in her chair, looking down her nose at the male. “So you admit to hurting your daughter, and you deem your own ineptitude a suitable punishment for your wickedness?”

As Thanatos began to scramble for an excuse, Rhys waved a dismissive hand, taking away the male’s ability to speak. “You do not determine your own punishment in this Court. You will be taken to the dungeons until we determine further punishment for your crimes.” Rhys looked to the side, nodding at the spymaster. “Azriel, if you will.”

Azriel nodded, walking over to where Thanatos now kneeled on the floor. Daring to take one look at you - the violent gleam in your eyes which promised a worse fate than Azriel would deliver - and Thanatos nodded, accepting the spymaster’s hold as he was spirited away to the dungeons.

You followed Feyre and Rhys out of the throne room shortly after, returning home to Velaris. Feyre brought a blanket, wrapping you up in comfort as Rhys made hot chocolate, the both of them murmuring praises to you for how brave you were to endure the Court. You smiled, relaxing into their arms as you let them comfort you from the horrors you had just witnessed. If they only knew.

Part 2

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nahoney22 · 1 year ago

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Look, it’s Raining

Tech X GN!Reader

word count: 764

Request: Hello! I just wanted to say thank you for doing my request! I absolutely loved it and it gave me so much comfort <33 I'm sorry if this is kind of late, but I was wondering if you could do another request? Just some fluffy, gender neutral reader with Tech where it's rained on Pabu and reader goes out to have fun in the rain while Tech watches them be happy and then the confession slips out of his lips, and the reader kisses him? Just something very fluffy 🧡

warnings: none, fluff, mutual pining, gender neutral reader, mutual pining, love confession, first kiss. Short but sweet.

authors note: you’re very welcome! I hope you enjoy this one too🧡

As you gazed out the window of the Marauder, a broad grin overtook your face as heavy rain poured from the skies of Pabu.

It had been an eternity since you'd last witnessed such a sight. The Batch always found themselves in climates where rain was a rare commodity, making this unexpected downpour a delightful surprise.

"Hey, Tech, look it’s raining!" You chimed in excitement as Tech strolled into the cockpit, his gaze not even flickering toward you or the rain.

"I'm well aware of what rain is," he replied with his usual dry tone.

You rolled your eyes at his disinterest, but it did little to quell your enthusiasm. Brushing past him, you headed for the door, fully intent on stepping out into the rain. This time, Tech turned to watch you, his expression now filled with fascination. "Where are you going?"

"Outside," you stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You waited for the gangplank to descend as he joined you by the door.

"I must advise against it. You could catch a cold," Tech cautioned, his concern surprising you. You couldn't help but gasp and smile at his words.

"Aw, it almost sounds like you care about me."

He hesitated for a moment, words caught in his throat. But before he could formulate a reply expressing just how much he did care, you were already dashing out into the refreshing rain.

He shook his head in disapproval, but his gaze remained fixed on you. His heart raced, a revelation slowly sinking in. It wasn't an illness that had been unsettling him; it was the deep-seated feelings he had for you, hidden for far too long.

Leaning against the ship, he observed you with a sense of liberation, a weight lifted from his shoulders as he watched you twirl, laugh, and revel in the rain. Your presence has always been a source of solace for him in difficult times.

"Are you going to join me or what?" Your voice cut through the sound of raindrops pelting the ground, catching him off guard. He felt a heat rise to his cheeks as he realised he'd been caught staring, but a surge of courage welled up within him.

Stepping out of the ship, the rain blurred his goggles slightly as he moved toward you. Though he couldn't quite match your exuberance, he stood awkwardly in the rain with you.

"Doesn't it feel amazing?" You laughed, turning your face skyward, uncaring of any onlookers other than Tech.

"I... I am unsure. I was used to it on Kamino," he states.

You nodded in understanding. "I suppose."

Suddenly, as if someone had taken control of his entire being, he blurted out, "I have deep feelings for you."

In the midst of the downpour, Tech's confession hung in the air, tension building as you sought clarity. The rain intensified, its relentless patter drowning out everything else. You tilted your head toward him, the droplets clinging to your eyelashes as you strained to hear his words over the deluge.

"What was that?" you shouted, the rain's crescendo making it uncertain if you'd heard correctly. You desperately wished you had heard him correctly.

Tech moved closer, his determination evident in his gaze as he repeated, "I said, 'I have deep feelings for you.'"

Your heart leaped, and you ran a trembling hand through your soaked hair. "You do?"

He nodded, swallowing hard. "I do. Very much so."

His words sent a jolt of emotion through you, and you felt tears mixing with the rain on your face. The feelings you'd harbored for Tech since you'd joined the squad were now reciprocated, a dream come true.

Tech's uncertainty began to creep in as you remained silent, the heavy rain surrounding you. He couldn't decipher your thoughts. "I am unsure how to take your silence," he admitted.

In response, you took a step closer, the raindrops dancing around you both. "Kiss me," you whispered just loud enough for him to hear, your voice carrying the weight of your emotions. "Kiss me because I feel the exact same, Tech."

A joyous laugh escaped your lips as Tech closed the distance, closing his umbrella of intellect and logic, surrendering to the storm of emotions. He brushed a gentle hand across your wet cheek, his thumb wiping away raindrops as his lips met yours.

And amid the pouring rain and shared confession, your kiss was filled with a longing and desire that had been held back for too long. It was passionate, yet tender. Why couldn’t it have rained any sooner?

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year ago

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we had a chef MC headcanon, now how about M6 when MC made them a meal but it tasted just downright horrible and MC is just kinda oblivious to it, asking M6 with the brightest, most innocent smile "Do you like it?"

i hope you have fun writing this if you do choose this humble request

- 🌼

The Arcana HCs: When MC is a terrible chef

~ this reminds me of the time when teenaged me combined old rice, hot dog chunks, cold broccoli, and buffalo sauce (in one bowl!) for a late-night snack. thank you for the giggles this gave me, yellow flower friend, let's hope I pay them forward! - brainrot ~

-- to set the scene --

Somehow it's been one of those weeks when everything in your food supply begins to reach its end or expiration date at the same time. You know your regular grocery shopping is tomorrow, and you have an extensive list prepared, but dinner is up to you tonight and you don't have anything comprehensive planned. It looks like it's time for your famous "everything but the kitchen sink" stew. You've only made this in the past when it was just you in the shop and you were still figuring out how to cook, but you remember it being fairly edible.

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You get some beans boiling (there hasn't been time to soak them), add a cup or two of vinegar to soften them faster, dice the not-molded parts of a tomato and onion you found at the bottom of a sack, and rinse the slime off of some wilted greens before throwing them in. You're craving something spicy, so you dump in the rest of your chili sauce, but when the steam makes you tear up you scrape out the rest of the mayonnaise to even it out. It was starting to smell funky anyways. Your hand slips when you add the salt, so you pour in some honey to counteract it, and in a final burst of inspiration, you plop in two bananas that have gotten too mushy to eat. The signature suspicious scum of your original dish is just floating to the top of your soup when your beloved returns, hungry from a day of work.

Julian

Too happy to see you to notice the poison on the stove at first

The words die in his throat when he does. Tell him it's a potion. Tell him it's a curse. Tell him it's a prank. Don't tell him, don't tell him it's ... it's dinner, isn't it?

He watches you happily ladle a generous scoop of your curdled concoction into his bowl and gulps. He loves you. He's got this. He will eat your food, he will tell you it's delicious, or he will die trying

He's starting to get caught up in the poetry of it as he sits down across from you. Like a lamb to the slaughter, accepting the sweet taste of death from his beloved's cruel hand - stew isn't supposed to be sweet, oh god why is it sweet

But for his darling's delight, he will overcome -

"Julian, is everything alright? You look like you're about to go on stage."

"Oh, is ah - is that what I look like, my dear?" He's pale and sweating at this point, poorly disguising the tremble in his hand as he brings his second glass of water to his lips

"It's my stew, isn't it?" you dolefully lift a gelatinous spoonful and watch it fall back into your bowl with a sickening squelch. "I remember it tasting weird, but not this weird ..."

"No, no!" His voice cracks against his will as he sees your sadness as proof of his failure. "It's delightful, delicious - worthy of the gods, even." You hear him mumble a prayer for forgiveness under his breath and drop your spoon

"I know when you're acting, Julian."

"Ah, so I - so I am. You know -" he stands abruptly, his chair falling behind him in his haste. "I just remembered that Pasha invited us for dinner tonight. Shall we?"

He's never been so happy to see you walk out his front door

Asra

They can smell it as soon as they walk into the shop and are immediately concerned. That is the smell of death. Why is the smell of death in your shop oh no - "MC? MC, where are you?"

"I'm upstairs!" Thank the patrons, you're okay

Then again, maybe you're not, considering how perfectly comfortable you seem standing over whatever monstrosity is releasing toxic vapors into the atmosphere. Is that ... soup?

Color him intrigued. He's doing his best to hide a laugh and find a way to ask what enabled you to create something so terrifying out of simple kitchen ingredients without insulting you

"So, is this recipe an MC original?"

"Yep!" You smile at him cheerfully, seemingly oblivious to the stomach-churning way that the chunks plop from the soup spoon into their bowl. "I always make this when we're running low."

"You've made this before?" They're starting to get concerned again

"Just a few times, when you were on a trip. Do you like it?"

He takes a bite, so intrigued by the way it seems to wriggle down his throat that he tries a second. "I've never had anything like it."

"What do you think of the mayonnaise? It smelled a little funky ..."

We have mayonnaise? They wonder, but on the outside they're still smiling. "It certainly adds to the experience. Is this ... banana?"

"Yeah, it seemed too mushy to eat on its own, so ..."

Asra sets down his miraculously empty bowl with a loving smile. "MC, you shouldn't have to do the cooking so often. Let me help out more often."

Nadia

She doesn't know how it's come to this. Nobody knows how it's come to this, when the Palace kitchen is kept fully stocked and there are chefs available at all hours

But you had said that you missed your home cooking, and she had given you full access to the backup kitchen to do as you pleased, and - ah, the only things kept in there are leftovers

That would explain the stench

Speaking of, her respect for your resilience has reached new heights. How you've been able to survive on your own is a mystery to her. Please tell her this isn't how you ate for three years -

But you seem as deathly serious as the radioactive sludge that's churning in her fine china like a lava lamp, and she realizes that this is going to be a labor of love. She must eat her fill and do so with elegance

You watch her bring the daintiest (read: tiniest) spoon of slime to her lips, pausing to test the aroma before setting her jaw and putting it in her mouth

Oh, look at that, she's already eaten her fill

"MC, my darling, what do you say to an evening walk? It seems I haven't the appetite to dine at this moment, how about a stroll around the palace gardens? The night is still young."

She's relieved at how easily you agree, deeply concerned by the fact that you've already finished half of your bowl, and eager to get you out of the palace so that the maids can make dinner disappear

She's going to lose sleep for the next three months about whether or not she should be honest about what happened to your soup

There's now a bald patch in the grass behind the kitchen that hasn't been able to grow anything in three years. There's a rumor that stepping on it will release a stench so foul that you won't be able to eat for twenty-four hours afterwards

Muriel

He's not too worried. He used to eat spoiled food out of the trash heaps all the time as a kid, he's sure he remembers how

But he's a little surprised that said rotting food is being actively cooked. By you. Seemingly in a choice made of your own free will

He wasn't expecting ... this, but a quick glance around the hut makes it clear to him that nothing terrible has happened, that you seem perfectly sane, and that you don't think anything's wrong

Well, you seem to trust your cooking, and he certainly trusts you, so ...

He side eyes Inanna's dramatic performance of whimpering and pawing at her nose, eventually turning to let her back out of the hut as you serve your bowls with a smile

He takes a glance at his serving as you dig in. Asra still talks about the time he ate a whole chili pepper without flinching - he can do this. He picks up his spoon, scoops up a jiggling chunk, and eats

You're a little surprised at how quickly his bowl disappears. You're not really enjoying your food yourself, but you're not going to judge his strange enthusiasm

"Muriel? If you're still hungry, there's more on the fire ..."

"I'm fine." He's getting out of his habit of depriving food of himself, but in this case, refusing to eat is a personal kindness

He drinks several glasses of water while you finish your dinner, asking you about your day and trying not to grimace at every silent burp that pulls the aftertaste back into his mouth

Inanna buries the rest after the two of you go to bed. Nobody knows how she managed it without opposable thumbs, but everything is possible for a wolf desperate to preserve her nose

Portia

Her brother might be an award-winning actor, but her flair for the dramatic only goes as far as silly little bits designed to make people laugh and pretending that she isn't about to punch somebody

She is a woman who knows her mind, her heart, her strength, and her limits. This is a limit, and she is doing her best to pass it

You can tell right away that she doesn't want to eat what you've made. You've never seen her smile look so uncomfortably tight, and you certainly didn't miss the way her stomach heaved when she leaned over the pot to take a closer look at your creation

But she's insistent on going through with your evening, even steering you towards the kitchen table and serving the bowls herself. She tries so very hard to mask the look of revulsion on her face when different chunks of stew jiggle at different frequencies

She places your bowls on the table and lifts her spoon, waiting for you to take the first bite in the hopes that your eyes will be opened and you'll insist on eating something else

No such luck. You're two spoonfuls in, so in the spirit of keeping an open mind, she loads up her utensil and shoves it in her mouth

You weren't expecting to be sprayed by the choke that seizes her, but sitting across from her puts you in the splatter zone and you're quick to give her your napkin and ask if she's okay

She nods weakly, looking slightly green. "MC," she says, "you are definitely stronger than I imagined." She takes another look at the gelatinous blobs on her table. "Stronger than you need to be."

She dusts off her hands and practically drags you out of the cottage. "Let's eat out tonight! My treat. And I just had the best idea for our next date night - we should take cooking lessons together!"

Lucio

He notices Mercedes and Melchior acting up on the way back to your campsite, but doesn't have any idea why until he gets a whiff and - oh, that is nasty

Some kind of skunk jacked up on magic must have done that, never fear, MC! He's here to save the day now - what do you mean that's dinner? That is not dinner. Dinner is not supposed to smell like that

He's not sparing a second to consider manners or acting. Lucio calls it like he sees it, and all he sees is poison

"MC, do we have to? It smells so bad, look at it MC, just loo - bleugh - no I'm not being dramatic! The smell made me gag for real, watch!"

And he leans over the pot again, just to take a deep lungful and subsequently let out the most visceral gagging belch you've ever witnessed

"See? It's bad, it's really bad, and I don't want to eat it! Why are you being so mean to me, MC?"

To be honest, you're not particularly excited to eat it either, but it's all you've got until you make it to the next town tomorrow, so you tell him as much as his pout slowly deepens

"Fine, I'll do it. I guess it can't be that bad if you made it -" He watches the way it slops into his bowl and gulps. "I take it back."

Sure it's a little spicier and clumpier and saltier and sickly sweeter than you planned, but you're able to stomach it just fine

And to your surprise, Lucio can too. He complains loudly the whole time, but his whining somehow grants him the ability to eat three full bowls

"See, you ate so much of it!"

"Well of course!" he puffs out his chest proudly. "I'm the best. At least it's not as bad as what we had in the army. But - MC?" he looks at you with pleading eyes, "please don't make that again."

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michelleleewise · 2 years ago

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🌹Her Romeo🌹

Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader

Warnings: all the fluff!! Minor violence (Samantha gets what she deserves).....

Summary: you and Loki begin the rest of your lives together....

A/n- aaahhh!! Here we are at end!! Thank you all so much for all the love and support!! This was so much fun to write and share with you all!!!

Part Six--Part seven (finale)-

You rolled over, slowly opening your eyes seeing the sunlight softly streaming through the gossamer curtains hanging around the bed. You smiled, stretching your back feeling the arm around your middle. You turned your head, seeing Loki's long dark curls settled delicately around his head, a few stray curls resting across his face. You turned your body towards him, gently picking up the rogue curls placing them behind his ear seeing the corner of his lips curl up. "Mmm..y/n." He murmured, his voice deep and rough making you shiver. "I...I love you." He mumbled turning his face into the pillow.

You smiled at the thought of this beautiful, ethereal man dreaming about you...plain, ordinary you. "I love you too Loki." You whispered into his ear feeling him tremble slightly, a deep hum resonating from him. You slowly backed up, carefully sliding his arm off of you as he grabbed your pillow hugging it to his chest making you giggle. You got up, quickly getting dressed you took one last look at Loki, the sheets pooled around his waist, snuggling your pillow you smiled as you quietly slipped out heading downstairs.

"Morning y/n." You heard as you reached the bottom "Hey Val, is there coffee?" You asked walking towards the kitchen "yup, just made a fresh pot." She said walking in behind you "have you and Loki talked yet?" She asked, a smile spreading across her face as you pulled a mug from the cabinet. "Yeah...about that." You started when another voice from behind you made you jump "good morning Valerie." Loki said nodding as he walked past her coming up behind you "Darling." He purred, wrapping his arms around your middle kissing the top of your head. "Morning Loki." You said, turning in his arms leaning up you wrapped your arms around his neck gently kissing him. "Well, im glad the two of you talked." You heard Val say as you pulled back.

"Well...we deeeefinately talked." You smiled hearing Loki laugh "wait...you...oh my God you two." Val said grabbing her mug "your buying me new sheets" she yelled walking out of the room making you both laugh. "I was going to let you sleep Loki." You smiled up at him "as much as I appreciate that my dear I would much rather bathe in your light as much as I can." He said smiling back at you. "Silvertongue indeed." You smirked turning back around "did you want some tea?" You asked grabbing another mug "that would be delightful darling." He said leaning against the counter. A comfortable silence settling over you both as you set the kettle on the stove grabbing the tea bags.

You cleared your throat, gathering your courage "when is your next performance?" You asked looking up at him "there will not be another, I resigned my position." He said making you freeze "but...you loved that play, and I didn't want you to..." you were cut off by his lips pressing gently to yours, cupping your cheek he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes "after everything that happened I cannot and will not work with that...woman again." He said, his voice stern "so I told the director I will not be returning" He finished. Hearing the kettle scream you stepped back turning the stove off "loki, I never wanted to take what you love away." You said looking down "Darling, you did nothing to cause this. Do not blame yourself." He said hugging you from behing

"besides, there will be other plays...if you allow me to pursue that avenue." He said resting his chin on your shoulder. "Of course I will Loki, I'm not going to tell you what you can and can't do." You said turning to face him "and I promise I will talk to you, if I am uncomfortable with something." You said fidgeting with the button on his shirt. "That is all I ask my love, I do not wish to cause you any pain and if I am please tell me, so I may rectify it at once." He said placing a finger under your chin tilting your head up "I will, I promise." You smiled "good girl, now let's go speak to Val about her sheets and go home." He said grabbing both your mugs making you laugh "sounds fantastic." You said following him to the living room.

(6 months later)-

You jumped to your feet, the clapping thundered through the theater as the players came back to the stage to take another bow "He really was marvelous wasn't he sister?" You barely heard over the applause. Looking over smiling at thor "He really was." You said grabbing his hand "come on, let's head back." You yelled pulling him behind you. "I am not sure I am the one he wants to see." Thor said making you laugh "nonsense, he loves you." You said glancing back at him "if you say so." He laughed as you walked up to the security guard "Hey y/n, go on back." He smiled opening the door for you "thanks!" You yelled continuing to drag Thor behind you.

You looked around at everyone rushing around, stomping down the memories of the last time you were here "come on, this way." You said keeping ahold of his hand so you didn't lose him in the mass of people when you came to the dressing rooms, making your way to Loki's seeing the door open "y/n...Thor...come in!" You heard Loki, looking up seeing him still in costume "Brother, you were amazing." Thor said stepping inside "Thank you thor." Loki said holding his hand out when Thor engulphed him in a hug making you laugh. "You really were incredible Loki." You said making him smile "thank you my dear." He said as Thor released him.

"Do you have a restroom in here? I didn't want to miss any of the play." You said shifting back and forth "yes darling, right through there." He said pointing to a door off to the side "I'll be right back." You said kissing his cheek seeing him smile. You finished up, washing your hands you looked up in the mirror tucking a stray hair behind your ear when you heard a woman's voice on the other side. "Looooki...." you cringed, knowing that voice anywhere "you need to leave." You heard Loki's voice. "Aww baby, I just wanted to congratulate you." She cooed as you threw the towel down on the sink, anger pulsing through you as you flung the door open.

You stepped out seeing Thor and Loki standing where you left them, and Samantha standing in the middle of the room, the smile on her face making your blood boil "I thought I told you to stay away from me." Loki snapped not taking his eyes off of her "well I thought maybe we could start over, give us another shot." She smiled taking a step towards him when all the feeling from that night bubbled to the surface "you will stay away from him." You snapped, her eyes meeting yours "oh y/n, what a...surprise." She sneered crossing her arms as you stepped between her and Loki "you need to leave." You growled taking a step towards her

"it's adorable how you think you'll be able to hang onto him." She sneered "all those nights we we spent together...the kiss we shared..." she smiled making your face heat up "loki, when your through...slumming...you know where to find me." She said beginning to turn when you grabbed her shoulder, turning her back to you your fist met the side of her face, hitting her hard as she fell down holding her cheek "if I ever see you around him again...you wont be able to walk out of here" You sneered seeing her eyes widen "go...now." you growled as she stood up quickly leaving. You took a deep breath turning around seeing thor and loki staring at you "what?" You asked as Thor laughed "that's what she gets!" He yelled patting Loki's shoulder "I will be waiting outside." He said walking out closing the door behing him.

You looked up at Loki, the shock still evident on his face "i...I'm sorry, I was just so angry and when she..." you trailed off feeling his hand wrap around yours lifting it up "did you hurt your hand love?" He asked, his eyes meeting yours "no...well a little." You whispered when he brought it up gently kissing it, his lips cold against your skin making you shiver. "There is no need to apologize darling, she deserved your wrath." He said smiling. "I didn't want to ruin your night Loki, Thor and I planned on taking you to dinner and when she came in.." you were cut off by his finger pressing softly against your lips "you did not ruin anything love, if anything you made it better." He smiled "now, where are you taking me...my valkyrie." He asked cupping your cheek. "Well....we thought dinner and then maybe drinks." You whispered, the green of his eyes mesmerizing you as he looked at you "as long as I am with you I care not where we go." He said smiling.

"But....we will need to ditch your brother for my plans." You winked hearing him laugh. Wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you to him "oh my love..My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep, the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite." He cooed. "Silvertongue..." you purred leaning up brushing your nose against his "only for you my love..." he whispered, tilting his head down pressing his lips to yours, your fingers threading through his long hair deepening it, feeling his tongue slide across your bottom lip. A deep moan escaping him as your lips parted, your tongue gliding against his before pulling back nipping his bottom lip. Pressing your forehead to his "there is witchcraft in your lips love." He whispered, his warm breath fanning your lips "come on romeo, your brother is waiting." You smiled pulling back "as the lady wishes." He smiled, lifting his hand a green light surrounded him as his costume melted away leaving him in his black suit and tie making you bite your lip "shall we?" He asked grabbing your hand he walked you to the door.

You felt your face heat up looking down seeing his muscular thighs stretch the material, the way it accentuated his backside....yes, you were definitely gonna ditch Thor........

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screamingatanemptyroom · 9 months ago

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I am so happy that you are back, but I must ask... What happens if the robot shop end up in the one place not corrupted by captalism...

Thanks @thantos1991 as always, I love my little robot friends and it was fun to write about them again.

Previous parts - 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

Here we go!

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The store was quiet.

Dx5G7 leaned on the counter and let out a mechanical sigh. It had never experienced disappointment before, it was not programmed to do so, but could find no other name for the current emotion than that.

It heard a solemn ticking noise next to him. A paper spewed out and with the ease of long practice, Dx5G7 picked it up and read it.

“Business is slow?”

Dx5G7 nodded to the question written. “Yes, ever since the magical item emporium opened up next door, we’ve seen a steady decline in our customer base.” It looked out at the window to the enormous building immediately next to them with a glowing neon sign reading “BIG DISCOUNT MAGIC.”

Another paper printed out. Dx5G7 read it. “Should we consider moving our shop?” Cox’s spun around jerkily, its normal ticking sped up to a distressed tone.

“I don’t know, Cox. This discount store opened up next to both our locations… if I didn’t know better…” It paused. “We need a new customer base, maybe get into a whole different type of inventory all together. There's only so much you can do with magical items. But we can't close down." Dx5G7 set down the document in its hand. “If it was just the two of us, we could probably find work somewhere else and be okay. The problem is…” Both robots looked up as they were interrupted by the sound of thundering steps.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Grag and Abot ran into the room, their combined weight shaking the whole store. Skidding to a stop, two pairs of innocent eyes glowing blue and green stared at them.

“NEW FRIENDS?” Grag looked around, his rocky grin fading as he failed to see any customers. “WHERE?” In its rocky hands were clutched large amounts of balloons.

“Where is everyone?” Abot chimed in, its shiny black exterior currently decorated with brightly covered streamers. “We brought decorations!”

“…” Dx5G7 and Cox looked at each other, and then back at the two. “They are taking a nap.”

“Aww. Hope wake up soon!” The pair gave hugs all around, and then ran to the back again.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Cox spun faster, its gears jerking with the movement as another paper spat out. “You’re going to have to tell them eventually.”

“No need to worry them until we have a plan.” Dx5G7 replied.

Another paper. “Isn't it about time for… him… to show up?”

“After all the times we embarrassed him?” Dx5G7 shook its head. “Don’t be silly…”

CRASH!

The Wizard smashed through the doors, falling to the ground as they opened without resistance, and fell to the ground. Standing up quickly, he brushed the dust off his clothes, which included a khaki pants and a red collared shirt with the “BIG DISCOUNT MAGIC” logo on it.

“Tremble in fear! I have returned! This time I have harnessed the mighty magic of CAPITALISM to destroy you!” He pointed out the window at the overshadowing business outside. “TREMBLE BEFORE MY MIGHTY FRANCHISE OF DISCOUNT GOODS!”

“You started ‘Big Discount Magic’?” Dx5G7 asked.

“Yes, you failed minion!" He grinned evilly. "Are you terrified yet?”

Cox let out a series of happy clicks and spat out a paper. Dx5G7 read it out loud. “So glad to see you! You always bring good things whenever you stop by!”

“NO, I DON’T! I BRING TERROR, I BRING PAIN… I BRING…. uh oh... NOOOOO...!”

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Grag and Abot ran back, screaming in delight. “BOOOOSSSSS!”

“NOOOO!” He tried to run, but was hugged between the two. He quickly cast magic, preventing him from being crushed into powder by the power of their affection.

“WE MISSED YOU!”

“We brought you balloons!” Abot moved at a speed undetectable by human eyesight, and tied a bright red balloon to the wizards wrist. “It matches your shirt!”

“NO! I have destroyed your silly little shop! You will all be out on the streets!”

“Together?” Grag asked, his eyes lighting up. “We ALL go out on vacation now?”

“Vacation?” The wizard spluttered with rage. “NO! I am talking of your destruction!”

“VACATION!” The two hugged the wizard again in excitement. But before any further nonsense could occur, a bright green ray shown down on the group. Dx5G7 felt the pull of a tractor beam, and sighed.

“I guess we ARE going on vacation.”

They were teleported to a space ship. In front of them, on a large golden throne, sat a large alien wearing a crown and a disdainful expression.

“I imagine you are curious as to why I brought you here.” The alien gave out a grim laugh. “It’s simple, really. I am a powerful alien king, and I’m looking for a weak and lowly minion. I need someone who can help me with my important tasks, such as data sorting and abduction schedules.”

The wizard turned red with rage. “I AM NO MINION! I AM A MIGHTY WIZARD!”

“Quiet, minion!”

Grag and Abot looked at each other in confusion. “New Boss?”

Dx5G7 felt his processors struggle to handle all of the new information. Finally, with a shake of its head, it took an artifact strapped to its side and called out. “Traveler!”

A large red portal formed behind the alien king. Dx5G7 turned to the pair beside him. “Grag! Abot! Group hug with the two bosses!”

“GROUP HUG?! YAAAAAAY!” The two rushed forward, and held the screaming pair between them in a pure hug of friendship.

“Now put them in the portal, it’s time for their nap.” Dx5G7 instructed.

“OKAY!” Without protest they moved towards the portal.

“You can’t do this to me! I’m a great alien king!”

“No! You can’t do this to ME! NOT AGAIN!”

The two were dumped into the portal. “Have good nap!” Grag smiled and waved. Abot put some balloons and streamers in after them with a smile that was supposed to be happy but only looked terrifying.

The portal closed and all was silent.

Dx5G7 looked around their new area. The throne room was filled to the brim with treasure and technological wonders.

“What is going on here?” A small group of grey aliens stepped in through the large doors, looking confused.

Dx5G7 glanced at Cox, who pushed a paper out. “Looks like we found our new customers.”

Dx5G7 smiled and greeted the newcomers.

“Welcome, to the Robot Space Treasure Shop!”

#writing #robots #wizard #absolute nonsense #silliness #they are back #fantasy #sci fi #aliens #short story

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sixties-girl · 9 months ago

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Are you lonesome tonight in Vegas?

Plot: You are in a trip to las Vegas because Elvis was going to offer a few concerts the same days you were there. You were feeling kinda lonely but that night you would get some good company to your side.

(It is mostly a fluffy thing and I tried my best to keep it free of orthographic mistakes).

--How fun! We will sure have a great time there.

-- Yeah, yeah, in special in casinos, hopefully I win some deal ‘cause then I could end up like Nicolas Cage in that movie.

--Damn Rodrick, if that is the case, we will better keep you far from those casinos- coments Joe giving a smooth elbow to his friend.

5 friends and one destination: Fabulous Vegas, or Sin City as it is use to be called. In fact, your friends wanted to go mostly to sin going to casinos wasting all their savings(in the best of the cases) in slots machines or russian roulettes while they already had a few cocktails.

Meanwhile you, you had nothing to do with that, you just were in their plan because Elvis Presley was going to have a few concerts in the International Hotel from las Vegas the same days you will be there.

It was summer of 1969 and he barely had cameback to stages a year ago with his Special Comeback TV special. You were in your twenties and you have been his fan since your teens thanks to some secondary school friends but you were excited to see him performe live after all that decade just recording some movies here and there.

The thing is that you were the only one of your friends who wanted to go to see him so you would go by yourself. Once in Vegas evening and with all your stuff already in your hotel rooms, your friends left you in the International Hotel and tell you to call them later.

You enter by yourself and wow, the space is all full of people, some smarter dressed than others. You are lucky enough to have a spot so close to the stage.

Lights turn off and there he is. He even looked more handsome in person, you were delighted by his physical appearence and the way he moved around that stage.

His black satin suit also helped to hug his torso perfectly fine while his singing live was incredibly good. He is now singing “Are you lonesome tonight?” which described perfectly how you were feeling that night.

You giggled because it seems as if he was pointing you while singing this sentence of the song and you would nod just in case he noticed it.

When the shows comes to an end, you are so excited and yet so sad it already ended this great time you had in his concert, not ready for going back outside to face Sin City but before you thought about it, a random man approaches and says:

--Hello young lady, before you leave, would you like to meet Mr.Presley more personally?.- you can’t believe him, is some kind of joke?

--If you are trying to get me I am sorry but I don’t have time for that.- before you turn around, he grabs you shoulder.

--I am being serious, he wants to meet you right behind the stage, just follow me!

You doubt but you don’t have nothing to lose after all so you follow him wherever he leads you.

You arrive in front of a door, it says “dressing room”. The guy knocks and the door opens, and yes, it is opened by Elvis Presley.

--E, here she is...what is your name?.- you are in shock right now, even trembling a little bit of meeting him that close.

--I-i am, y/n.

--You are a bit nervous, aren’t you? Don’t worry honey, I am sure that once you will know me better, you will really relax.- Elvis smiles right at you, gosh, he really knows how to captivate you.

He grabs you around your waist and invites you to enter inside. Once there, you just take sit on a random couch while you watch him lightining one of his characteristic cigars. He is staring right to you, directly to your soul:

--So y/n, I will ask you here and again, are you lonesome tonight?.- he does the last part singing it. You giggle at that.

--Yeah, I am, none of my friends wanted to come with me to watch you performe.

--Oh really? Where are they now?,- he sits right next to you, that makes your heart skip faster.

--I don’t know, probably all drunk and with all their savings wasted.

--That doesn’t sound very nice, I don’t think they are the best company for a sweet and beautiful girl like you, don’t you agree?.- he puts his arm around your shoulders, what is he doing?

--Well, to be honest, I didn’t like their plan since the beggining, I just wanted to go to your concert because I have been a fan of yours since I was a young teenager.- you give him a sweet smile that melts him inside.

--Very good girl, how old are you honey?

--I am 23.- you feel how he is getting closer and closer and you don’t know if to stay or walk away.

He nods and then takes your chin up for meeting those beautiful blue eyes of his.-- You know, since I saw you on stage I instantly wanted to meet you, you are not just a very pretty girl but also a sweet and smart one and you shouldn’t be around this city all by yourself, more now that it is all dark, so.--his face is very close to your ear and lowers his voice, almost like a whisper.-- Would you mind if I made you some company tonight?

You shiver at his suggestion, is he really meaning what you think he is meaning? Elvis had always this fame of womanizer having some affairs here and there, even now that he is married and recently became a dad.

Still, you actually needed some company, otherwhise you will have to manage to go to your hotel and you didn’t want to deal with your friends sequels of “living las Vegas”. He has been treating you good until now as well.

--What happens my girl? Don’t you want to spend some time with me? I won’t do nothing you don’t want to if that is what worries you.- he gets a bit apart for giving you some space but you grab his hand.

--No! It is okay Elvis, I would rather stay here tonight with you than anywhere else.- you get closer to him. This is actually a dream for you, you just felt a bit overwhelmed, that’s it.

--What a relieve to hear that, you really got me scared doll.- he hugs you tight.-- Maybe we should go somewhere else, to get some fresh air.

--You are right, but where we could go?

--I know a place that I am sure you will be amazed with but I have to ask you something first.- he looks attentively at you.-- Are you scared of heights baby?

--A bit, yes.- Elvis stands up of the couch and grabs your hand while you get up as well.

--Don’t worry, you can always hold on to me, I will catch ya’.

He seems very convinced to bring you wherever place he has in mind. You get out of dressing room, facing some glances, probably thinking you were another one-night stand of his.

You get inside an elevator from the International Hotel and Elvis presses the highest level button.

When the doors open, you find yourself in a huge terrace, quite crowded because there is some kind of event going on. You observe a little scenario with some band playing on the background as well as a large mini bar table on the right where people order their drinks.

On the left there is a balcony with beautiful and yet imposing views from las Vegas, and in the middle there is even a little swimming pool! You are so amazed that for a second you forgot that Elvis is talking right to you:

--Doll.- laughs a bit.-- That stunned are you by the place that you forgot about me?

--Maybe.- you say a bit teasing.-- But seriously, this is incredible Elvis, thank you for bringing me here.

--I suggest we get some drinks first, I think I haven’t drunk since I performed.

--Good idea.- and you both go to the mini bar. You order a piña colada for you while he takes a glass of cola. He looks at your drink curiosly:

--What is it?

--Piña colada, is one of my favorite cocktails ever, would you like to try some?.- you sip a bit of it.-- It tastes good, other times they would just put me too much alcohol.

--I don’t like alcohol in general but I will just try it for a bit.- he takes the drink and shows a surprised reaction in his face.-- Yeah, not bad, it is very sweet, now I understand why you have this sweet essence in you.

You blush at his answer while you sip more from your glass. He really knew how to make compliments, no wonder why women were in love with him.

Elvis takes your hand and brings you right in front of the balcony. While being there he pases one of his arms behind your back and holds you there:

--I told you that I would be holding you, remember sweet thing? I think I should call you my little piña colada.- he laughs at his own wisecrack.

--Why not piñita? Means little pineapple in Spanish.

--Really? It really suits you this nickname, so yeah, my sweet piñita that I just met today and made my night better.

You giggle with how cute he says the word piñita. He holds you closer with his arms and you look at him up while he takes your chin up. You can’t stop looking at those eyes of his and this time you don’t feel any nervous anymore as in the dressing room. He gets closer to your face and whispers:

--I would like to taste more of that pineapple and coconut flavors, could I get some more y/n?

You get shocked because it may be the first time he actually called you by your name after calling you by lots of nicknames. Suddenly you feel his lips on yours ones. Elvis starts kissing you in a gentle way, sweet you would say.

You close your eyes for feeling better that kiss of his that starts to be more passionate and needy, as if he had been waiting all night for this moment. You feel his tongue exploring your whole mouth while both your tongues weave together.

You start gasping a bit since you start feeling the lack of air but you can’t stop, this kiss may be the best one you ever had.

You notice how his hands go lower from your back, is he grabbing your ass in front of everyone else? Yes, he does.

You feel more the lack of air and you let him notice it, getting apart from you:

--Did you like it my darling? I dare you did looking at your face right now.- you feel your cheeks hot, hot because that piña colada was taking its effect, hot because that kiss left you wanting more and hot as well because some people were looking directly at you both.

--I did, you are a really good kisser Mr.Presley, and a naughty one as well.- you give him a flirty look.

--Naughty? Oh my lovely piña colada, you have barely seen the tip of the iceberg of how naughty I can actually be. I can show you a lot more than this y/n.

The situation was getting out of handle. Despite you were enjoying this flirting with Elvis, you knew that in whatever moment you could end up in his suite and the rest would come over.

At this point, you just were really tired after the whole journey to las Vegas and the concert and what came later after that. You yawn a bit and he notices it:

--Are you tired baby?.- you nod at his question.-- If you want, you can sleep at my place, the bed is huge so there’s enough space for both of us.

You look at him not trusting too much if it is a good idea to enter inside “his territory”.

--Plus where would you go anyways? I can’t leave such a sweetie like you in a place like this, all by yourself.- he looks at you with concerning eyes.- I promise I only have good intentions with you.

He is right though, you don’t have nowhere else to go and paying one night in this hotel is quite expensive for your own pocket.

You agree in going to his place after all since tiredness and the last effects of that cocktail weren’t helping you so you both go straight to the elevator.

You go down a few levels and walk through the long corridors from the building. He makes you stop in front of a door that opens and lets you enter first.

Wow, he wasn’t lying when he said that the bed was huge. And not just that but the whole room felt expensive.

But that was the least important thing. You quickly get off your shoes, that were killing you at this point, and lay down on that bed.

--Gosh y/n, you really were looking forward to lay down, didn't you?.- he laughs while approaching where you are lying:

--Hm, I wasn't lying when I told you, it has been a harsh day for me.- you yawn while you turn your face to the pillow.

--Oh no pretty baby, you can't hide that gorgeous face of yours yet.

--I can't keep my eyes opened anymore Elvis.- you murmur down the pillow.

He gets up for turning lights off and gets to lay next to you, hugging you from your back.

--Good night piñita , I hope you rest well and that you didn't feel lonesome tonight.- he whispers to you ear. You laugh softly since his whisper has given you tickles.

You wished him good night as well. He couldn't see it but you started smiling, not believing yet who was spooning you. Definetly you weren't feeling lonesome that night anymore.

I hope you enjoyed it! :)

#elvis the pelvis #elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n #elvis the king #elvis fluff

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gorogues · 1 month ago

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Fictober 2024

Prompt number #20 Fanfiction Fandom: Flash Rogues Rating: M – Mature Warnings: Mental illness, pyromania urges, dark thoughts (not acted upon)

Day Twenty: “I saw your eyes light up”

It was Josh’s birthday, which was always a joyous occasion for the Rogues. And it was an endless good time for the little boy too, as he had his dad and a large group of doting uncles to spoil him. They’d spent the whole day doing fun activities and opening presents, and the adults had wound things down in the evening with a dinner featuring Josh’s favourite foods.

“Time for the main event: the cake!” Mark announced after everyone had finished supper, and those seated at the table waited with eager anticipation for dessert to arrive. Evan had helped him choose the cake design, but nobody else knew what it looked like.

Soon Mark brought out the cake, lit up with four large candles, and Josh bounced excitedly in his seat. Small crackles of lightning danced around his eyes to express his delight.

The crowd began singing ‘Happy Birthday’ and then Josh was told to make a secret wish before he blew out the candles.

But Mick was transfixed by the four tiny flames, staring at them without blinking, and he completely forgot to sing along. He swallowed uncomfortably, still staring, and licked his dry lips.

The flames were all he could think about -- dancing, burning, and maybe even whispering a bit. Beautiful. Dangerous. Seductive.

It was when he started imagining them going out of control and hurting his loved ones around the table that he got up abruptly and left the room. He rushed to the other end of the building and began hyperventilating when he was alone, which soon turned into dry heaves.

He was furious with himself: how could he imagine such a horrible thing? He didn’t want that to happen at all! But at the same time, he was obsessed with the idea of the flames going out of control and consuming everything in their path…he wanted it more than anything. But he didn’t want what was left of his family to be hurt, because he knew how much the victims of fire suffered, and he’d never been able to reconcile the two competing desires.

“Mick,” Len said flatly behind him, and he turned.

“Go back to the party,” Mick said more brusquely than intended, as he didn’t want Len to see him like this. He was shaking and still occasionally retching as he battled with his roiling thoughts.

“Saw your eyes light up when the cake came out. Guessing the candles upset you a bit.”

“I’m fine! I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“It’s my job to make sure you’ve got your shit together, Mick, and losing your cool at a kid’s birthday party is a little concerning. Also, I thought we were family, and family looks out for each other.”

“I thought I had this under control, I really did. Instead, it seems like I’m worse than ever because here I am thinking about this stuff at little Joshie’s party!” Mick lamented, face in his hands.

“Well…it’s not great,” Len observed laconically. “But did you pull out your lighter after you left the room? Been fiddling with it in your pocket? Any matches?”

“No.”

“You haven’t set any fires and you haven’t been messing with your release valves, and you thought to remove yourself from the situation before anybody got hurt or freaked out. Seems like progress to me.”

Mick thought about that for a few moments. “I guess.”

“It might be an idea to reach out to that shrink you used to see and talk to her about it, because she knows a hell of a lot more about the subject than I do. But I think you’re being too hard on yourself. You got more self-control than you think.”

Mick’s lower lip trembled and he fought the tears in his eyes. “Thank you, that means a lot to me.”

“Anytime. You comin’ back for some cake? The candles have already been blown out.”

“I think I need a few minutes to collect myself first, but I’ll be there,” Mick promised, taking a deep breath, and Len nodded.

“I’ll make sure Axel doesn’t eat the whole thing before you get back,” Len said as he walked back to the party.

That left Mick alone with his emotions, but he was much calmer now. He spent a few minutes practicing deep breathing to clear his intrusive thoughts and relax before returning to the dinner table, tossing his lighter into the garbage along the way. He could come back for it later, but right now he felt safer without it.

#fictober24 #Heat Wave #Captain Cold #Weather Wizard #baby Josh #fanfic

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69misato69 · 2 years ago

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KaveTham / HaiKaveh Valentine Week 2023 ✦ 8 prompts, 10k words in total

archive of our own ✦ twitter

masterlist pinned on my profile !

please keep in mind that i chose all prompts from the NSFW section (@/kavetham_week on twitter) and that i included BOTH dynamics. also, they are trans occasionally, it happens to the best of us. they are always trans guys though, all 8 of these are MLM kaveh and haytham.

prompts chosen

day 1 - thigh riding - haikaveh

day 2 - fingerfucking and kitchen sex - kavetham

day 3 - dirty talk - kavetham (implied)

day 4 - food play - haikaveh (implied)

day 5 - free day, i chose hair pulling - haikaveh

day 6 - overstimulation - kavetham

day 7 - aftercare - kavetham

day 8 - orgasm denial - haikaveh

writer's note: explicit +18 content, please view at your own risk. thank you, have fun !

day 1 - thigh riding

“Haytham.”

Kaveh coos, he shifts his weight on the divan with lazy movements, still drowsy from the afternoon nap he had taken, and straddles Alhaitham’s leg.

“Haytham.”

He calls out again, but his roommate doesn’t seem to hear, his eyes remain fixated on the book in his hand.

His headphones are on, and apparently so is noise canceling, even when Kaveh is sleeping. How obnoxious. The frustration alone is enough to fully wake Kaveh up.

“Come on, pay attention to me.” he whines, knowing it's a futile effort, well aware that Alhaitham doesn’t hear a word he’s saying.

The heavy, humid summer heat weighs down on him, creating an utterly undesirable combination with the itching between his legs. The house is so warm that Kaveh walks around in his boxers all season, but Alhaitham is, at least he seems to be, unfazed by it.

He still sits with the usual, long-sleeved top that he always puts on.

The only difference is the dark pair of shorts he’s wearing, Kaveh slides the fabric even higher up to his groin so he can feel him, skin to skin as he settles over Alhaitham’s thigh, making sure his presence makes the weather even more unbearable for him.

Kaveh squeezes his leg in between his soft thighs, moaning at the pressure that forms against his cunt. He feels himself pulsate against Alhaitham’s leg, a wet spot already forming on his boxers.

Though, when Kaveh looks up, he finds his roommate is still preoccupied with the book, uninterested and unbothered by him.

Kaveh lifts his hips and slides his underwear off, one leg at a time.

And when he settles back down—

“Hah…”

He squirms. It’s so delightful, how Alhaitham’s skin is cooler against his, but is no longer dry with the way Kaveh leaks on his thigh. He stays put, taking in the heap of sensations for a few moments before sliding forward.

His cheeks turn red.

Why does it feel so good?

He slides back, lips already cheekily curved up with desire.

Kaveh feels perverted, desperately grinding against Alhaitham’s leg and drawing so much pleasure from it that moans spill uncontrollably from his lips.

He shifts forward slightly, placing pressure on his clit with a whimper. His eyes widen as he repeats the motion, again and again.

Alhaitham’s stoic exterior remains intact despite all of this. Everytime Kaveh pulls away, it elicits a squelch, he’s soaking wet, tearful and oversensitive and Alhaitham doesn’t even look at him.

“You’re missing out on so much by being a stubborn dickhead.” Kaveh scoffs, “I know you’re even wetter than I am.”

He examines Alhaitham’s face, blank, lacking emotion, completely null. Yet, he looks beautiful. His eyes roam the page while his delicate fingers turn it away. Kaveh stares at his hands, imagining them traveling down to his hips and spreading the glistening, dripping wet lips of his cunt before sliding in.

The thought of it makes his legs tremble. He feels dangerously close to a release.

“Fuck—” he sighs, “I guess I shouldn’t.”

“You absolutely should.” Alhaitham breaks his silence.

Kaveh panics, his body jolts up with surprise.

“Huh? You can hear me?!”

Alhaitham turns the page, “Why would I turn on noise canceling when you’re asleep?” he asks as if he hasn’t been purposefully leading Kaveh to think that way the entire time.

Kaveh gasps, “You—you piece of shit.”

“Go ahead. Finish.”

“I won’t. I’d rather go fuck myself.” Kaveh hisses and attempts to get up, but Alhaitham holds him in place by the waist with his unoccupied hand. His fingers brush against Kaveh’s ribs and caress his hips.

Alhaitham closes the book and sets it aside, “Finish, Kaveh. I’ll help you out with the second one.”

Kaveh’s eyes widen, “Help me out with what now?”

Alhaitham’s other hand begins to slither over him as well, pulling him close. Not too tight, not too loose. A grip as possessive yet comfortable as always. He finally locks eyes with Kaveh, “Your second one.” he restates and slides him away, only to pull him back again, so close that their lips almost touch.

“And then a third, and maybe a fourth.” Alhaitham finds joy in Kaveh’s stunned expression. He presses a kiss on his lips.

Kaveh’s heart skips a beat, he wraps his arms around his roommate’s neck, arching his back even more to accommodate how Alhaitham sinks him lower and fucks him on his leg.

“Is that up to your standards?” he inquires with a voice far softer, knowing how it tickles his roommate’s insides deliciously.

Kaveh moans needily, he lets his forehead fall on Alhaitham’s shoulder and allows him to handle him. Alhaitham holds his molten body in his grasp, he makes Kaveh fall apart, yet also pulls him back together with every slide.

Kaveh’s teeth lightly sink into his neck as he releases shakily, his hips spasm and release, leaving him in a state of relaxation. Alhaitham’s fingers entangle themselves in his golden locks, leaving soothing touches all over his back.

Kaveh lets out a deep exhale as Alhaitham carries him inside to their bedroom and lays him down on the sheets.

He spreads Kaveh’s legs and leans forward, leaving a trail of kisses from his chest all the way down to his groin. Alhaitham drinks up the mesmerizing sight that lays under him, the most beautiful man in Sumeru squirming with rosy cheeks and needy whimpers, yearning for the sweet and addictive touch of his roommate.

“Now…” his warm breath hovers over Kaveh’s sensitive, swollen clit, “...as I promised.”

day 2 - fingerfucking and kitchen sex

Kaveh sighed. He lightly dropped his pencil on the kitchen table and rubbed his temples in desperation. The plan in front of him almost looked sad to be given up on. It was a hopeless case, wheels turned inside Kaveh’s mind as noises from the counter filled the kitchen.

“No luck?” Alhaitham asked without looking away from the vegetables he was slicing on the wooden cutting board. Kaveh crumpled up the paper into a ball and tossed it away in the trash can beside him as it bordered on overflowing.

“Not really.” he scoffed and turned away to crack his spine and stretch his arms, catching a glimpse of the kitchen clearly for the first time in the past three hours. Neatly prepared ingredients were laid out over the counter next to a flask of oil and cut up bundles of raw chicken.

But what caught Kaveh’s attention was Alhaitham.

Bent over the counter, patiently waiting by the stove for the water to boil as he hummed softly.

He leaned on his elbows, occasionally swaying left and right lightly with the front parts of his hair pinned up by crimson hair clips.

Kaveh picked his jaw off the floor. It was rare to see Alhaitham so comfortable even within the confines of his own home. He wouldn’t slouch or lean, hum a tune to pass the time, put his hair up or walk around in baggy clothes. Kaveh was the only person that had the privilege of seeing him like this, and at the moment, he was unable to take his eyes off of Alhaitham.

He moved away from the table, gently wrapping his arms around the scribe’s waist.

“You okay?” Kaveh asked in slight embarrassment, worried that he had been neglecting him for too long. But Alhaitham didn’t seem to have a problem with it, he raised his face up and back towards Kaveh, eyes closing as his roommate pressed a kiss onto his bare forehead.

He didn’t mind staying apart, minding their own business even when they were in the same room.

“Yes, just my back. I’m alright.” Alhaitham eased his worries.

Kaveh pulled away, sliding his hand inside the scribe’s shirt as his fingers moved up and drew circles along his spine. Alhaitham hissed, feeling solid knots underneath Kaveh’s fingertips that began to unravel slowly.

Kaveh pressed his lips right behind his ear, continuing to massage his back, waist and shoulders.

“I’m sorry that I haven’t been helping out lately.” he cooed. Alhaitham’s head was hanging forward, sighs of relaxation escaped his lips and Kaveh’s worry was the last thing on his mind.

“You’re—busy. I don’t mind, Kaveh.”

He nuzzled his nose in Alhaitham’s nape, taking in his scent that was now mixed with the smell of spices overtaking the room. “I know you don’t.” Kaveh’s fingers traveled down to his lower back, clutching his waist with both hands and massaging the tense muscles with his thumbs.

“But, I should take better care of you.”

Kaveh’s voice rang in his sensitive ears, lighting a fire in his stomach. Even after years of living together, Alhaitham still couldn’t get used to how it felt being cared for by Kaveh. He had been self-reliant since he was young, able to satisfy his physical and intellectual needs to a great extent without the help of others.

He certainly didn’t need anything from anyone, but being coddled by Kaveh, cared for and loved by the only person Alhaitham felt addicted to, though he didn’t like admitting to it, had become a need.

As Kaveh’s slender fingers worked their way through the tense spots all over the scribe’s body, his lips left a bundle of kisses along his shoulders. Alhaitham grew weaker and weaker within his grasp, sinking deeper on his elbows and pushing up into Kaveh’s hips involuntarily.

Kaveh raised one hand to straighten Alhaitham’s neck and tilt his chin towards the side. He finally got a good look at his hair, pinned up rather sloppily towards the top of his head.

“Are those mine?” he asked with a smile.

Alhaitham brushed his nose against Kaveh’s, “Maybe.”

Their lips met with a strange sense of yearning that lingered between them. Alhaitham licked into his mouth needily, but Kaveh pulled away. He was desperate to see more, to look at his pretty face and gaze into his eyes. He cupped Alhaitham’s cheek lovingly and peppered kisses along his cheeks, his forehead and his nose as the scribe looked up, almost mesmerized.

Kaveh’s hand slid down, all the way to his stomach and hovered over his crotch. Alhaitham shuddered, he instinctively looked over to the stove.

“It’ll take a while.” Kaveh chuckled, “I can help you pass the time, if you’d like?”

Alhaitham uttered the oddest possible answer to his question.

“This is very unsanitary.”

Yet, his body language suggested otherwise. He was heating up under Kaveh, grinding between him and the counter.

“I’ll clean up.” Kaveh spoke hoarsely, impatient, and slipped his hand inside his pants. Alhaitham was already dripping in his underwear, his clit throbbed with anticipation as Kaveh’s fingers lapped over it, drawing small circles with two digits.

Alhaitham moaned over his lips with a lustful gaze, crumbling under Kaveh’s touch but refusing to look away. He clutched the counter tight, fighting the urge to rock back into Kaveh’s erection even when his thighs trembled for more.

He spread his legs to the best of his ability and allowed Kaveh to slide one finger in. The expression on his face was priceless, weak yet demanding, happily giving up control.

“Don’t look away.” Kaveh placed his unoccupied hand over Alhaitham’s and pressed it into the marble, “You look beautiful.”

A whimper he failed to muffle escaped into the air and painted a grin over Kaveh’s lips.

“Be grateful that this project is taking so long, or I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you.” he added a second finger and Alhaitham’s eyes widened at the stretch.

“Finish it sooner, then.” he said breathily, feeling his heart sink down while Kaveh reached back into his soft spot and pushed in and out continuously, eliciting lewd noises with every flick of his wrist.

“You’re bold as always, Haytham.” Kaveh chuckled. He abruptly retracted his fingers.

“Unfortunately for you, the water’s already boiling.”

Alhaitham looked over the stove to notice bubbles rising to the surface of the pot. He felt depraved at the loss, hollow inside, pent-up and frustrated. He swiftly reached and turned the heat off.

The sizzle continued, losing its intensity, and eventually quieted down.

“No it’s not.” he stated.

Kaveh’s hands were still wrapped around him, grabbing at his hips and squeezing the insides of his thighs.

“I stand corrected.” he smirked, quickly stuffing Alhaitham once again and attaining a faster pace. He dug all the way inside and drove his roommate even messier than before until he was unable to speak coherently.

With a third finger, Alhaitham collapsed down on the counter, he rested his cheek on the cold, harsh stone as his cunt coated Kaveh’s fingers generously.

Kaveh leaned over him, never failing to run his tongue along every exposed spot on Alhaitham’s neck and angling his wrist upward no matter how close they stood to each other.

Alhaitham no longer worried about his movements as he desperately pushed himself onto Kaveh’s dick, begging without words, pleading for more only with mewls and whimpers.

Kaveh felt his hips contract under him, he picked up the pace, working his roommate out until he reached his climax with a raspy moan.

Alhaitham was letting out short, sharp exhales when he felt fluid seep out of him. Kaveh let himself weigh down on him over the counter, taking out his fingers and pushing them into his own mouth.

Alhaitham’s eyes closed, all he could feel was Kaveh licking his fingers clean and his cock pushing in between his thighs.

“Do you still have concerns about hygiene?” Kaveh jested as he unzipped his pants and let them pool around his ankles.

Alhaitham spread his legs even further and settled comfortably on the surface, “We’ll worry about it later.”

day 3 - dirty talk

"Care for a refill?" the waiter chirped. The tavern was awfully crowded for a weekday evening. Luckily, Alhaitham could get a table towards the corner, the location strategically shielding at least some of the noise raising from the bustling crowd. He handed his glass over with a nod.

Kaveh rolled his eyes as he stared at the empty glass in front of him. He rested his head on the scribe's shoulder in exhaustion. “Let’s—hicc—go home… Hmm?” he slurred.

“Why? I’m enjoying myself.”

“You never enjoy yourself.”

The waiter returned with a full glass, laying it down and swiftly returning to serve the other customers.

“That’s entirely untrue.” Alhaitham stated blankly.

Kaveh leaned off again, turning his face towards Alhaitham with a sly expression, “Well then, you can enjoy yourself at home too.”

“Please do not elaborate.” Alhaitham raised the glass to his lips. Kaveh was banned from having any more wine for the night. He licked his lips hungrily, failing to distinguish whether it was the wine or the man sipping it that he desired.

“Why not? Would it be bad if we returned? It would be a lot more comfortable, we could lay down. I could...kiss you all over. It's surely an upgrade from this wooden bench.” he kept provoking.

Alhaitham's body tensed up, unrecognizable to anyone but the one person that could read his physical cues perfectly no matter how much he hid them.

“I guess that answers my question." Kaveh smirked, "You look uncomfortable in those tight clothes."

Alhaitham pulled himself together before taking another sip, “I’m not solely an object of your desire, you know.” he quipped.

“Yes you are.” Kaveh said bluntly. Alhaitham's brows raised.

“You don’t get to say that after begging me to cum inside you every night.”

The scribe’s eyes widened, he almost choked on the wine he was attempting to swallow, gulping audibly as he fought to push it down. Kaveh leaned into his ear, turning his voice more hoarse to imitate Alhaitham.

“Kaveh—don’t pull out… Kaveh, please… Breed me, Kaveh—ahh—I need you.” he whimpered, eventually bursting into laughter.

“Shut up, I don’t talk like that.”

“Oh, but you do.” Kaveh wrapped himself around his arm, “Not that I dislike it.”

“It's cute when you’re needy and desperate like that.” He slid his hand down, trailing his fingers lightly over Alhaitham's thigh, occasionally looking around, testing those around them and making sure there's no attention drawn towards their table.

“Poor Haytham, so grumpy when no one is filling him up...” Kaveh purred close to his ear, sending a tingle down his spine as Alhaitham's legs jolted.

“Can’t even go to sleep…”

Alhaitham dug his nails into his own skin.

“...without a cock between his thighs. Isn’t that right, Sir Grand Sage?"

He didn't need the earphones wrapped around his neck anymore, the noise around was already becoming muffled as Alhaitham attempted to maintain composure. It was unfortunate that he was right, and the amount of times that Kaveh put him to sleep by stuffing him inches deep was embarrassing.

Kaveh was daring, blunt and bold, even more so when he was intoxicated, to the extent that Alhaitham would find his mind drifting off during the day to obscenities Kaveh whispered into his ear late at night.

“You’re too drunk to be right.” he finally spat out.

“Then why are you blushing?” Kaveh reached from behind him and tangled his fingers along Alhaitham's hair.

“I’m not.” he said confidently, fully aware that his cheeks were heating up, hoping that Kaveh couldn't see it under the dim lighting of the tavern but was only taking a guess.

Kaveh hummed, he examined every line and curve on the scribe's face as he refused to look at Kaveh.

Looking at him would break Alhaitham.

He felt a drop of sweat trickle down from his forehead.

“It’s okay to admit to your needs, Haytham.” Kaveh's hand moved up from his leg and over to his crotch, “Don’t mind me joking, I don’t think twice before gladly making a mess out of you.”

He was glad to feel an erection form between his legs, sliding his fingers over the fabric. “Because, you see, I need it as much as you do.”

Kaveh brushed his nose against Alhaitham’s neck, strategically, finding the perfect moment to do so and pressed a quick yet deep kiss on his blushing skin, “I need you to feel good… Someone should take care of the most important man in Sumeru.”

Alhaitham’s gaze fell to his lap, watching Kaveh’s fingers slither all over him when he tugged on the back of his hair harshly.

“Ah, we wouldn’t want to alarm anyone, would we, Haytham?” Kaveh smiled innocently, refusing to loosen his grip on the scribe’s soft, gray locks.

"You might be fooling everyone else with the smart-ass bullshit, but I know that there’s only one thing that’s constantly on your mind.” Kaveh was vicious, hanging onto Alhaitham as tears pooled around his eyes. If he attempted to speak, the only thing that would escape him would be needy cries.

“I know it eats away at your brain. I can even taste it on you when you return home." Kaveh’s motions accelerated, rubbing Alhaitham’s cock harder and faster over his pants.

Alhaitham wished he had said yes to his offer earlier, he wished they were home, where he didn’t have to bite the insides of his cheeks to stay quiet.

"Maybe it’s easy to forget about it for a while sometimes, but as soon as it reminds itself…" Kaveh pressed his palm on his base and slid forward all the way where his tip was squeezed against, "I imagine it would be like…an itch you have to scratch.”

"Kaveh—"

The crack in his voice was delicious to Kaveh, he sounded broken already.

“You’re gonna cream your pants in the middle of the tavern? I’m not even touching you.”

Alhaitham was gripping the seat below him so tightly, enough to turn his knuckles white and send an ache stinging into his wrists.

“Let’s go home, and I’ll give you what you need, generously.” Kaveh offered for the final time. Alhaitham didn’t know whether he had it in him to get up. He nodded to the best of his ability with his strained neck.

Kaveh slowly retracted his hands with a satisfied, triumphant smile.

“Good. Go pick up the tab.”

day 4 - food play

“We still have leftovers?” Alhaitham questioned his roommate holding the plate. The cake wasn’t as shapely and beautiful as it was two days ago on the scribe’s birthday celebration, but the strong, alluring scent of vanilla still lingered in the air when Kaveh sat down next to him with the final portion of it.

“It’s the only good thing to ever come out of your birthday.” Kaveh sighed.

“I—”

Alhaitham wanted to snap back out of habit, soon realizing that it truly was the only significant thing about the anniversary of his birth, “I agree, actually.”

Kaveh leaned into the plate on his lap for a sniff, making an obnoxious sound as if he hadn't praised Nilou all night for her baking skills already.

“Nilou is an angel. I would never go through all this trouble for you.”

“Your loving words never fail to warm my heart.” Alhaitham jested blankly without looking away from the page.

“You know what I mean.” Kaveh dipped his index finger in the icing, “You don’t like birthdays, after all.”

“That is true. But at least we have cake.”

“Mhmm.”

Alhaitham turned towards him when he noticed the muffled hum of agreement, and found Kaveh licking it off his finger.

“Do you want some?” Kaveh took another drag and extended his hand to Alhaitham's mouth.

“No.”

“Suit yourself.”

Alhaitham returned to his book, usually it was hard to distract him, even for those who knew how to push his buttons. But somehow, compared to all the times Kaveh purposefully did his absolute worst to ruin his state of concentration, this time it was actually working. Without him even trying to do so.

He was minding his own business, taking small bites off the cake with a fork and shoving the icing into his mouth with his finger. It was always enjoyable to watch Kaveh eat, with his weird antics about the use of utensils and how he focused so much on his plate that even if the world was going up in flames, he wouldn’t notice until after the meal was swept off his plate.

Only this time, he could feel Alhaitham’s piercing gaze hovering over him. Kaveh hadn’t heard him turn a page for a while, and from the corner of his eye he could see the scribe facing him.

“Something wrong?” Kaveh turned to him.

Alhaitham’s mouth parted, but the words didn’t follow, it was also rare for him to start speaking without carefully calculating what he was going to say.

“It’s…all over your face.” he finally stated.

Kaveh with white cream all over his face, Alhaitham was certainly familiar with the sight, rather fond of it actually.

“Huh?”

Alhaitham leaned in without a word, scooping the remains on the sides of his mouth with his tongue while avoiding his lips.

“You said you didn’t want any.” Kaveh grinned.

Alhaitham cupped his cheek with a softer gaze, he brushed away the golden locks falling upon his face, “Yes. Regarding the cake.”

Kaveh hummed, “So how about now, then?”, he dipped his finger in the icing again, smearing it on his tongue and sticking it out for him to see.

Alhaitham didn’t think twice before gladly taking the bait. He gently sucked on Kaveh’s tongue, for long after he had already swallowed the icing. Kaveh tasted as sweet as always, with or without the sugar, inviting and warm, cunning yet oblivious.

Alhaitham pulled away, having left both of them breathless.

“Can’t believe you fell for it.” Kaveh sighed with glossy eyes.

Alhaitham smirked, “It’s hardly my fault that you have the dining skills of a toddler.”

“Hey! It’s fun to eat it with your fingers, you joyless toad.”

Alhaitham was flabbergasted at the insult. Joyless? Sure, expected. Kaveh uttered words along the same line towards him whenever they had a disagreement, but ‘toad’ was definitely a new and interesting addition.

“Toad? Wouldn’t kissing you turn me into a prince, then?”

“No. You’re not a magical toad. You’re a—uhh—normal toad. Also, that’s a frog. Read some stories instead of your usual boring bullshit some time.” Kaveh said, confident that it was a perfectly normal thing to say and not insane rambling.

“As articulate as always.” Alhaitham set his book aside with a mocking tone.

“Shut up and let me enjoy my cake in peace.”

Kaveh turned to his lap again and picked up the plate, readying his hands when Alhaitham intruded on him again.

“I’ll give you something else to suck on.”

Kaveh turned away so fast that his neck cracked.

“You have my undivided attention.” he finished licking his fingers clean, trying to make out whether he was serious or just playing around.

Alhaitham chuckled, he patted the edge of his seat, “Come here.”

Kaveh was still suspicious, trying not to embarrass himself on the slim chance that the scribe was setting him up. Regardless, he still settled on the floor between his legs. He put his palms on top of Alhaitham’s thighs and rose on them to examine his face closely.

He had a serious yet affectionate expression that turned Kaveh’s cheeks rosy right before Alhaitham began to pepper kisses all over them.

Kaveh deemed it appropriate to unbuckle his belt and slide his hand inside the scribe’s pants while his kisses turned sloppier, he licked into Kaveh’s mouth passionately as nimble fingers wrapped around his cock.

Kaveh left slow strokes all over, teasing the slit over his tip with his thumb and pressing down as his roommate moaned into his mouth. The plate was set aside on the table, unattended, ignored. There was something else that Kaveh couldn’t wait to get a taste of.

His lips traveled down, pressing onto Alhaitham’s groin, then trailing to the tip of his cock.

He dragged his tongue all the way down to the base as Alhaitham’s legs jolted under his palms.

Kaveh smirked before moving up again, swirling his tongue all over and wrapping his lips around to feel his roommate get harder and harder inside his mouth.

It was rare for Alhaitham to get worked up so easily, usually Kaveh would be the one losing control early on, and the scribe would always make sure to make the wait as unbearable as he possibly could.

Only this time, Alhaitham was the overly forward one, impatient and reactive, sensitive to Kaveh’s touch. His head was leaning back, eyes closed and fingers gripping the furniture he was sitting on.

Kaveh inspected the state he was in, so blissful and euphoric that it made him painfully hard as well. Alhaitham’s back arched when Kaveh pushed the tip down his throat, squeezing with a loud gulp that almost sent him over the edge.

Kaveh reached inside his pants, stroking his cock that was begging for attention and losing his balance momentarily.

“Keep going.” Alhaitham pleaded when his movements slowed down. Kaveh stabilized himself by holding onto the foot of the table as the plate clanked with the impact.

And it finally dawned on him.

How Alhaitham watched him devour the cake and stared at his lips smeared in vanilla frosting before sticking his tongue deep inside Kaveh’s mouth.

He let out a muffled sound and tugged on the scribe’s shirt.

“Hm?” Alhaitham’s eyes fluttered open, he looked down at Kaveh pointing to his cheek.

“On your face?”

Kaveh nodded and made an affirming sound.

Alhaitham leaned forward, grabbing the front part of his hair, “Gladly.” he cooed.

Kaveh loosened his jaw, allowing Alhaitham to slide him back and forth as he pleased, moaning with his lips stretched everytime the tip knocked against the back of his throat while Alhaitham fucked his mouth.

And he never looked away. Not even for a second did he stop staring up daringly until Alhaitham hissed—

“Close your eyes.”

Kaveh protested, his brows furrowed at the thought of closing his eyes. He wanted to see Alhaitham, and to see his expression while he painted Kaveh’s face white.

A set of noises left his lips that roughly translated to ‘Aim properly, then.’

Alhaitham didn’t have much of a choice as he held himself to the best of his ability. Eventually he slid out and pulled Kaveh closer by his hair, giving himself a few, final, harsh tugs before releasing all over his cheeks and lips.

He moaned and exhaled sharply and shakily. Kaveh drew more and more pleasure just by watching his face turn redder as a thin coat settled over his skin.

Kaveh licked away the last drop off his tip, eliciting a sensitive groan. Alhaitham released his hair, instead holding his chin and turning it to the side slightly to examine the sight sitting in front of him.

Kaveh’s face glistened, a stream of his own spit mixed with Alhaitham’s cum almost rolled down his chin as he caught it with his finger and licked it off, a lot more slowly and passionately than he did with the cake, letting out lewd sounds at the bitter taste he couldn’t get enough of.

Alhaitham’s fingers brushed through his hair as Kaveh kept going, wiping his face clean without letting a single drop go to waste. He rested his face on Alhaitham’s thigh in bliss like a lazy cat and looked up, “Clean?”

Alhaitham leaned down to press a kiss on his forehead, “Quite the opposite.”

day 5 - free (hair-pulling)

Alhaitham buries his head in Kaveh's nape. He nuzzles against the beautiful, golden strands that drape over his shoulders.

Kaveh looks beautiful, like a lion with his fluffy mane, all the colors around them reflecting off of the alluring, blonde locks that gently sway back and forth with every thrust Alhaitham initiates.

He loves holding Kaveh, late at night and burying his head in his hair to take in the dizzying smell of padisarahs, entangling his fingers within it, placing the crimson clips over Kaveh's hair neatly every morning and taking them off when he returns home.

Alhaitham pets and cleans it, puts it in ponytails and braids, fancy up-dos for important events, he wakes up lazily when a few loose strands tickle him on the nose and brushes them away from Kaveh's pretty face.

But, even for Alhaitham, there are some things he never thought of trying before. And he looks forward to doing so in about a minute.

Kaveh is under him on the bed on all fours, gripping at the sheets and arching his waist down every time he feels Alhaitham push back into him.

He's all stretched out, bare shoulders and back covered in marks left by Alhaitham, legs trembling so badly that the support of his roommate on his waist is necessary so that he doesn't collapse on the bed.

And his voice.

Soft and needy, with silent cries and desperate moans. Crying over Alhaitham's cock, crying for him. Crying because he needs more, as if he can handle what he has now.

His voice, the thing that weakens Alhaitham the most. Sounds so lewd that it causes him to stop himself mid-orgasm at least a few times every time they fuck.

A few drops that seep prematurely into Kaveh as Alhaitham holds himself off, but Kaveh is already more than ready for it.

Yes, Haytham he pleads every time. Come on, don't hold it off. Alhaitham has to, at least for a little bit longer. Fill me up, Haytham. Breed me. Make me yours, won't you?

And it usually works like a charm. Kaveh works him out expertly even with his arms and legs tied, even if his face is muffled against a pillow.

As long as he can move at least a single muscle, he has the power to lead the scribe into total submission. It baffles Alhaitham, being dominated by a man impaled on his cock, a man that squirms and moans for him. Yet Kaveh plays him like a fiddle, he leads Alhaitham until he gets it his way, breaks the scribe until he is nothing but a servant to him, a worshipper, an obedient caretaker.

Give me what I deserve, Haytham. Am I not so perfect for you?

He always is. Always so tight, warm and inviting. He sucks Alhaitham in and slithers over him like a snake, writhing at the waist, squirming all over the sheets, teasing his own nipples and grinding into Alhaitham with his hair scattered all over the pillow.

His hair.

Alhaitham reaches to grab a handful. He first brushes through it, gathering a bunch and wrapping it around his fist.

Kaveh faces down, he isn't able to hold his neck in place any longer. Though he is certainly intrigued as slender fingers land on his hair.

Alhaitham tugs on it lightly.

No response.

He tries again, this time a little harsher.

Kaveh's rhythmic breathing continues.

Alhaitham adjusts his grip, and yanks his hair back roughly.

And he finally hears something. A faint—

Mmh…

A fond noise.

Alhaitham repeats the motion and receives a similar response.

"No need to be so gentle, Haytham." Kaveh pushes his ass even deeper into his hips, "Do your worst." he hisses.

Alhaitham feels a spark in his lower abdomen as his heart sinks down. He looks down at Kaveh's body with a feral gaze.

And he yanks on his hair. Over and over again, mercilessly, viciously, pulling him back with every thrust as Kaveh cries out, he whimpers and screams, body overflowing with lust.

Alhaitham raises the hand on Kaveh's waist and opens his palm. A viridescent, small and reflective object appears out of thin air.

A mirror.

It hovers in his palm before he sends it forward. The mirror lands right before Kaveh's face and expands.

Alhaitham is struck by the sight of Kaveh drooling with an open mouth, tongue sticking over his lips and cheeks red and puffy from crying.

No matter how demolished he feels, Kaveh still raises his gaze to meet eyes with Alhaitham in the mirror he manifested before them.

"Ah, you wanna see how you ruined me?" Kaveh asks with a mischievous grin, but Alhaitham is speechless. He keeps railing Kaveh with a blank expression, focused on his face.

Kaveh raises one hand, trembling, to wipe the tears off his face. "You missed the first two but…" his fingers wrap around his cock, "...you can watch me cum a third time." Alhaitham wants to speak, he wants to beg him to cum so he can see, but the words simply refuse to leave his throat.

Kaveh leans into the mirror, "Treating me so well… Such a good boy." he presses his lips over the smooth surface.

Alhaitham can swear that he feels the kiss on his cheek. Kaveh's lips leave a steamy spot, a wet mark on the light mirror.

He enjoys leaving Alhaitham speechless, rendering him silent though he never shuts up in daily life whenever they have a disagreement.

"Talk to me, Haytham."

It comes off as a firm request, borderline an order, but Kaveh needs to make sure he's okay.

Alhaitham finally snaps back and shakes his head left and right lightly. "Yes—I'm sorry." he leans forward, pressing wet kisses along Kaveh's spine while squeezing him even closer by the waist.

Kaveh moans blissfully, their gazes occasionally meeting in the mirror whenever Alhaitham looks up.

"No need to apologize." Kaveh speaks into the mirror as if it's the real thing and not a reflection, "You discovered something new, I understand the fixation."

His words are understanding but his tone is demeaning, it humiliates Alhaitham, points out how incompetent he is that he always needs a nudge from Kaveh to function properly when they're intimate. How he needs Kaveh to order him around and ask him if he's alright, tell him to pull himself together even if it's the exact opposite outside of their bedroom. Alhaitham can't help but get flustered as he feels himself draw near.

"Can I cum, please?" he asks, knowing the answer is always yes. Kaveh isn't the kind to deprave him of anything, generous and sympathetic.

"Of course, go ahead." he purrs.

Alhaitham grunts as his voice vibrates his skull and shoots directly into his cock. He hovers over Kaveh and pulls him back, all the way so he faces up looking at Alhaitham. He cries out in pain, pupils rolling back to the back of his head in agony and pleasure as he releases a third time all over the sheets with a jolt.

"Haytham—" his voice cracks while tears stream down, and it tips Alhaitham off the edge, he thrusts in deep for a final time, trembling with the impact of a shaky orgasm. He fills up Kaveh until his cum drips down his thighs while he moans at the warmth.

Alhaitham gently releases his hair, holding him by the throat so his head doesn't fall off. Kaveh's breaths remain unsteady, his mind is at a blank when Alhaitham moves him down to sit on his knees. A sharp wave of pain ripples through his wrists and his neck. Kaveh feels arms wrap around him, Alhaitham sits right behind, cuddling his beloved and peppering kisses all over his shoulders. The mirror dissipates into thin air.

day 6 - overstimulation

“I told you not to touch yourself, didn’t I?” Kaveh looks down at Alhaitham in mild annoyance.

It’s true, he has warned the scribe a handful of times already. Regardless, Alhaitham’s fingers kept running along his own body, twisting his own nipples, cupping his breasts, even lapping over his clit daringly.

It ruins Kaveh’s fun, his plans to slowly work Alhaitham out and watch him grow needier by the minute. He enjoys sliding two fingers in, the stretch and his slow movements far from satisfactory, and chuckling at Alhaitham who always attempts to grind down or take the matters into his own hands.

But the scribe looks even more impatient than usual, so he has no choice but to disregard Kaveh’s warnings, simply because he is physically unable to resist the temptation.

Luckily, Kaveh is never out of options. He pulls out his fingers entirely, taking away the already underwhelming amount of stimulation and causing Alhaitham to whine in protest.

He reaches for the drawer, taking out a bundle of rope with a sinister expression.

“Can’t you ever listen to me so we can fuck like normal people?”

Alhaitham’s eyes widen as the soft material wraps around his wrists, tying them together above his head.

“Answer me, Haytham.”

Kaveh sounds firm, demanding. At times like these he realizes how much he has spoilt Alhaitham, to the extent that even this stoic man acts immaturely and lacks self-control when they’re intimate.

“Okay, well if you’re not gonna talk.”

Kaveh reaches for a green, thick kerchief and swiftly circles it around his head, gagging his mouth while the scribe protests with muffled sounds.

“Ah, too late. Should’ve spoken when you had the chance.” Kaveh seems pleased with the arrangement. His fingers spread Alhaitham’s lips once again, grazing over his glistening slit.

“It’s a lot better when you shut up.” Kaveh slides one finger in and leans down, “Just lay there looking handsome as always.”

Alhaitham’s toes curl at how Kaveh’s tongue circles over his clit, he thrusts in and out with his fingers, sucking on the hardened, swollen bundle of nerves right above his quivering hole. Alhaitham gives in, he grinds himself into Kaveh’s mouth but is met with a quick, harsh bite on his inner thigh.

His screams escape onto the cloth as Kaveh returns to hover over his cunt.

“I don’t know what makes you so disobedient.” he leaves a long lick and a gentle suck while watching Alhaitham struggle.

“You think you’re entitled to this for some reason.” Kaveh digs his fingers deep and rough, forcing out the second orgasm of the night so far, “Well, you’re not.”

Alhaitham squirms at how his breath warms up his soaking wet core, words humiliating in all the right ways. “You can only deserve it.” Kaveh continues, “But since you apparently find my performance so underwhelming that you have to play with yourself…”

A sinister spark emits from his eyes.

“Why don’t we test out how many times you can cum before you pass out?”

Alhaitham’s eyes widen, he feels sore and numb just by the thought of it, though also, inevitably intrigued.

Kaveh retracts his hand, leaving the scribe trembling during his fall from grace. He settles on top of Alhaitham and straddles his hips, placing his hand on his chin to simulate a state of deep thought, “Let’s see, that’s two already. I place my bet for… Hmm… About fifteen times. Seems reasonable.”

Alhaitham is petrified by the calculation and excited by Kaveh’s tip teasing his entrance. “That means you’d have to take… thirteen more.” Kaveh presses a kiss on his shoulder, “Unless, of course, it knocks you out before that.”

Alhaitham fails to describe what he feels at the moment. He crumbles under Kaveh’s gaze, a cunning grin that gives him the chills and simultaneously, leads him to leak over the sheets in desperation.

Kaveh chuckles at his expression, “Don’t look so anxious now. You couldn’t wait to cum just five minutes ago.”

He lusts over Alhaitham and the idea of teaching him a lesson.

After a few moments of silence, Alhaitham blinks, he squints his eyes a single time. It’s a yes, a go ahead between them compared to the multiple blinks that mean stop. Kaveh smiles at the cooperation as he pushes into Alhaitham.

And he stays faithful to his experiment.

He works tirelessly, until Alhaitham cums all over his cock and squeezes him so tight every single time that Kaveh bites on his lower lip harsh enough to draw blood, fighting back his own release.

Five.

Until Alhaitham unravels over his lips, Kaveh eats him out with sheer fluid dripping down his chin, devouring every last drop.

Eight.

Until his fingertips turn pale from being stuffed deep inside his beloved roommate for too long.

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen… and fourteen.

Eventually, Alhaitham drives near the fifteenth. The most he had ever orgasmed in one day. The most overwhelming sensation he had ever felt in his entire life. Sensitive, swollen and vulnerable. He trembles with pleasure, and sobs with sheer lust.

“One more.” he faintly hears Kaveh’s voice and squeezes his hips with his legs, with everything he’s got, the last ounce of his strength.

He can’t.

He can’t possibly take one more.

“Yes you can.” Kaveh says nonchalantly as if he can read the scribe’s mind. Alhaitham keeps squeezing him in, so hard even when he’s exhausted that it prevents Kaveh from moving.

“Behave, Haytham. My patience is running out.” he hisses. Alhaitham knows how to stop Kaveh, and it certainly isn’t by immobilizing him. It fills Kaveh with rage, how he still manages to play with him even on the verge of fainting.

Alhaitham’s wrists get shoved against the pillow with a tight grip and an angry growl.

“Brat.”

Kaveh looks vicious, he begins to slam even harder into Alhaitham, thinking that he overrid the strong legs wrapped around his waist. It takes him a few more thrusts to realize how they aren’t even wrapped around him anymore.

Instead, Alhaitham lays under him obediently, still twitching but no longer struggling. He doesn’t attempt to free his wrists or pull Kaveh in. He just—

Takes it.

He nuzzles against Kaveh’s chest, as if someone had replaced him with a clone within the span of a minute.

Kaveh scoffs.

“Only good when you want to be.”

Alhaitham gives a weak nod, Kaveh knows that if he could move his mouth, there’d be a sly grin on his face. He reaches behind to undo the knot and set the piece of cloth aside.

It’s a surrender, a failed lesson. Yet, the first word that leaves Alhaitham’s mouth is—

“Kaveh…”

Broken and needy, but still unyielding in his own way.

“It—h—hurts…” he states, not in protest, but with gratitude and a blissful expression.

Thank you, for making it hurt. Just the way I like it.

Kaveh is constantly reminded of the hold Alhaitham has on him, because even hearing how sweet he sounds is enough to warm his heart. “I know.” he coos sympathetically. It all goes out the window, how he acts like a spoiled brat, how he pushes Kaveh’s buttons just to have it his way.

Kaveh can call him out for all of those, work him out until the morning if he wants to. But instead he cups Alhaitham’s cheek lovingly and presses a kiss on his lips.

“You’re doing so well. I’m proud of you.”

Alhaitham’s lips quiver as he feels himself lose control for real this time. Consciousness slips away from his grasp, only Kaveh remains in his vision.

“One last time, Haytham. Can you do that for me?”

Alhaitham fights to keep his eyelids open, “Together…” he mumbles.

“Yes." Kaveh holds him close to his chest, "Together, my love.”

day 7 - aftercare

Kaveh’s eyes shut off tight with the orgasm that ripples through his body. He hisses, under what feels like a lightning bolt traveling down his spine. When he finally musters up the strength to open his eyes, he finds Alhaitham looking up at him, almost as if he’s mesmerized, he appears stunned and speechless.

Uneven breaths from each of them meet in the space between. Kaveh reaches up, with shaky hands he loosens the tight knots around Alhaitham’s wrists as they fall on the sides of his head with a graceful thud.

Only then, Kaveh realizes his cheeks are as damp as the man laying under him. He feels no clogging in his nose or burning in his eyes, concluding them to be tears of pleasure, likely from only a few minutes ago.

His arms feel on the verge of collapsing, wrists still carrying his entire body weight. Still sucked in by Alhaitham’s walls, he feels himself go softer and lightly slides his hips back. The scribe moans as they both stare down and watch white liquid seep out.

Alhaitham raises his hand, though he’s unable to control the shakiness, he still pushes through to lower Kaveh’s head. With that, Kaveh settles over him, his face buried in Alhaitham’s neck as the scribe cages his body with his arms.

They sink into the mattress in a gentle embrace with minimal movements to comfort each other. Kaveh avoids anywhere potentially sensitive, he draws circles on Alhaitham’s shoulder with his fingers.

They rest in silence, nothing but their breathing and the low rustling of Kaveh’s hair tangled between Alhaitham’s fingers.

After what feels like hours, Kaveh gets up, having restored a portion of his strength. He guides Alhaitham off the bed while supporting him with one hand on his waist and the other on his neck.

The only downside to weakening Alhaitham to this extent is that Kaveh is not strong enough to carry him afterwards. Alhaitham takes his arm, hanging on with trembling legs as they make their way into the bathroom.

Kaveh sits him over the toilet and draws the bath. Alhaitham winces with the initial sting, and what follows makes both of them burst into laughter.

The loudest peeing sound ever known to humankind.

It’s a running joke between them, how Alhaitham pees so loud after they fuck, every single time.

And the funniest part is that they still don’t know what causes it even after a heated drunken debate they had over human anatomy one night.

Alhaitham had even pulled up to the house with biology textbooks as Kaveh had drawn schemes of a vagina on his board for about three hours, labeling it about a thousand time that he had become competent enough to teach it at the Akademiya.

“Okay, Haytham, I finally cracked it. It’s because my dick is too big so like… it opens you up, you know? Like it’s normally a river and then it turns into a waterfall.” Kaveh simulates the two flaps with his palms.

Alhaitham chugs his second full bottle of the night with a groan, “My piss is a waterfall?”

“Yes.”

He takes up the book in his hands once again, pointing to the text while he squints to see regardless of how blurry his vision has grown.

“No but see, that’s not what it says here. Instead it says ‘While the usual opening is about 2 to 3 inches, it is expected for women to stretch up to—”

“And men.” Kaveh lays down his marker and places his hands on his waist with an angry look.

Alhaitham chuckles when he finds his roommate ready to fight the book within his grip, “Yes, Kaveh. And men.”

As a scholar and an avid reader, Alhaitham is used to how scientists refer to these matters. Even though he isn’t fond of the portrayal, he knows he has to work around it and refrain from taking things personally.

But Kaveh is, and always has been, the exact opposite. He doesn’t back down from fights at the bazaar when the sellers eye him up and down for picking out the most flamboyant item of clothing laid over the counter.

“I know it’s for women. I read the tag and I’ll look damn pretty in it, so hand it over.” he hisses whenever someone slyly mocks him for falling in love with a beautiful piece.

And to this day, no one can forget the summer where Nilou accidentally fried her hair with bleach and had to cut it short so Kaveh smacked everyone that called her a boy on the head.

“Is your son old enough to enter the tavern, Kaveh?”

“Hey! That's my daughter—I mean… Nilou’s a girl. Shut the fuck up, Nabati. Go back to reading ‘till you become a decent fucking human being.”

Whether Kaveh knows about their true feelings or not, he never backs down from a fight when it comes to protecting how his loved ones present their identities to the outside world. Even if they learn to shut out the hostile voices and suppress their emotions, Kaveh is always there, verbally strangling those voices and waving his finger at everyone he deems disrespectful towards his friends.

A fighter for everyone’s rights, because he’ll never forgive those around him for confining him to a box while growing up, and never forsake the freedom of finding the courage to live by his own ideals.

It’s instinctive, even during a mock debate that features a concerningly drunk Kaveh and Alhaitham, it still gets on his nerves.

“Hey, this guy obviously doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Put it away because I already cracked the case.” he diverts with a dramatic eye-roll.

Alhaitham smiles at one of the many things that remind him how much he loves Kaveh. When he thinks back to their Akademiya days, all he remembers is the haircuts Kaveh gave him every month, how he dressed him up in his own clothes on the weekends and brought extra underwear from home because Alhaitham felt wildly uncomfortable with the ones his mom used to buy.

Alhaitham shakes his head to the sides slightly at the fond memories and looks up at Kaveh again, “So my loud peeing is caused by…”

“My huge dick, yes.” Kaveh hums with a serious expression.

“You’re average at best.”

Kaveh gasps at the betrayal, “You take that back!”

Regardless of the true reason behind it, the occurrence never fails to make them laugh. Even when Alhaitham is collected enough to clean himself up alone, Kaveh wheezes from the bed at how loud he is, rolling around while he simply can't wait for the scribe to be back so he can throw new water-related puns at him.

When he’s done, Kaveh helps him off and sits him down in the tub. Warmth surrounds Alhaitham, he sinks into the water, keeping his eyes closed until he hears a splash with Kaveh joining him.

They lay down, facing each other and relaxing in the bubbles that engulf them. Kaveh presses kisses over his bent knees, the only thing left out of the water besides his head. Alhaitham sighs in relief.

The world is quiet and Kaveh is by his side.

After soaking for a bit, Kaveh moves closer between his legs and dampens the loofah, dribbling liquid soap over it. He rubs it off, creating even more bubbles while some escape into the air, floating above them until they pop upon encountering a surface.

Kaveh takes his time cleaning every spot on Alhaitham’s body. He rolls the loofah around his shoulders and back, over his lower abdomen and along his legs. He intertwines his soapy fingers with Alhaitham’s, pulling on them gently to wash away the dirt and the small particles stuck to his wrist from the straps.

With smooth and gentle movements he massages Alhaitham’s neck, the tensed up muscles on his lower back, his breasts and hips, his calves that are strained from clinging onto him.

Kaveh unravels all the tension, mentally and physically until Alhaitham feels nothing but pure bliss and comfort. He feels light as a feather as Kaveh wraps him up in warm towels and lays him on the bed.

When Kaveh is done cleaning and dressing them both, he returns with a cream, moisturizing and soothing, and he spreads some over Alhaitham’s bruised wrists and the marks along his hips.

It immediately cools off the area, releasing the pressure and putting the scribe at ease.

Kaveh lays down next to him, both of them exhausted and relaxed all at once. They snuggle together like two wet kittens, soon falling into deep slumber as night falls on the hills and valleys of Sumeru.

day 8 - orgasm denial

“What’s in the box?” Alhaitham returns to the living room with a wooden box in his hand, one that he had come across in the wardrobe while changing out of his work attire.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Kaveh says nonchalantly, hiding his excitement to the best of his ability.

Alhaitham sits beside him, sliding the lid off to reveal a toy, attached to a strap. Compared to the ones they normally use together, it looks much more realistic with carved veins and a simulated natural curve.

“Kaveh, this is getting out of hand, we already have three—” Alhaitham freezes when he turns it around and notices an unconventional part.

“Oh?”

He comes across a jut, right behind the base. “This is—Where does it—”

Kaveh watches him struggle to make sense of it, not supplying any valuable input so that Alhaitham figures it out on his own.

Oh.

“It goes… inside me?” Alhaitham presents his conclusion after tracing his fingers over the elongated bump.

“Yes.” Kaveh finds joy in the adorable confusion written all over the scribe’s face, “I know you say my pleasure is your pleasure, but still.”

“That’s why you’ve been hiding your plans?”

It is a keen observation, Kaveh is usually so messy that Alhaitham has to beg him to put away his sketches, notebooks and models. However, for the past week everything had been clean and tidy, with not even one piece of paper out of place.

Kaveh laughs, “Yes, I was drawing dicks everywhere.”

Alhaitham is still staring down at the toy, examining every corner and crevice carefully with his fingers, “That’s brilliant, and very thoughtful.”

He seems genuinely impressed by the design, and touched by his lover putting time and effort into it.

“Thank you, Kaveh.” he leans in to press a kiss on his forehead.

“Let’s not get sentimental, it’s still a dick, you know.”

“That you crafted with love.” Alhaitham teases with a smirk.

Kaveh is quick to reach for the nearest pillow and smack him on the face with a chuckle, “Shut up.”

They laugh, bathing in the sunlight that penetrates from the windows as the exhaustion wanes from Alhaitham’s body.

“It would be a shame not to test it out.” he looks at Kaveh with an innocent and curious look.

“Mhmm, I mean… I’m not perfect, you know? There could be some fundamental flaws that need fixing. We can’t know unless we try.” Kaveh agrees. Of course he does.

He sits on the floor in between Alhaitham’s legs and rids him of his clothes, not sparing even a second before gently circling his fingers over his clit.

He rises on his knees, kissing up at the scribe while he stretches him out with a finger. While Alhaitham is preoccupied with licking into his mouth, Kaveh reaches for the toy and inserts it gently into his hole.

Alhaitham pulls away, tying the strap around his hips and pulling Kaveh to his lap hungrily.

“I’m—close.” Kaveh moans.

“No.”

It takes him a second to process Alhaitham’s answer.

“No?”

“Well, I’m not done with the test run yet.”

Kaveh’s eyes widen, it’s rare for Alhaitham to deprive him of an orgasm, and when he does, it’s usually in the form of a punishment.

“Is this—revenge for last week?” Kaveh connects the dots rather swiftly.

“Mhm.”

He holds onto Alhaitham’s shoulders, trying to weaken how he rocks him up and down to cool himself off a bit, “But…I—allowed you to cum! Only maybe…too many times but—”

“Precisely. It’s time you exert some self-control.”

Kaveh feels helpless, even shallow thrusts are enough to make him squirm now that he’s fighting back the spark lit on his lower abdomen. But, Alhaitham doesn’t seem to mind. He fucks Kaveh over his lap mercilessly, eyes rolling back occasionally when the toy digs deep inside him as well.

Kaveh trembles, attempting to steady himself and convince the scribe to let him go. “Haytham, please. My dick hurts. I can't keep going like this.”

“Hm? Strange. Mine doesn’t.” Alhaitham smirks.

“Haytham… I’ll do whatever you want—please.”

Kaveh seems desperate and sounds broken. It’s too much, especially without preparing himself to hold back beforehand. He often feels a few drops seep out and immediately stops himself mid-orgasm, sending the worst ache he has ever felt to his groin.

“Go ahead.”

“Really?” Kaveh’s eyes sparkle.

“No.”

The expectant look vanishes from his face, “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Alhaitham adjusts his grip, instead of the two hands he had placed on Kaveh’s hips, he wraps his arms around him while thrusting up with his hips.

Kaveh is squeezed inside his arms, their bodies now glued together as Alhaitham nibbles on the sensitive area just below his ear.

“I do! I hate your… stupid face and your—hah—strong arms and your…” Kaveh grows weaker, suddenly feeling warm and fuzzy inside as a wet trail runs along his neck, hot breath tickling him provocatively.

“My what?” Alhaitham encourages him to go on.

“Everything.” Kaveh says breathily, “I’ll marry you just so I can hate on you everyday ‘till I die.”

“Are you proposing to me so I’ll let you cum?”

“Is it…working?” he asks, tired yet hopeful.

“No.”

Alhaitham bites down on his neck, eliciting a moan from Kaveh’s lips and a twitch from his hips.

“Just a bit longer. Hang on, for me, okay?”

For him. His hoarse voice sends a tingle down Kaveh’s spine as he gains the resolve to hold himself back. Alhaitham can see him turn softer and more submissive with every thrust and every word of encouragement.

“Think of how good it’ll feel, Kaveh.” he says into his ear, “I’m soaking wet just by watching you.”

A feral growl overtakes his voice as he holds his beloved close, “So beautiful.”

Kaveh feels broken and utterly confused, one of the best feelings he has ever experienced, tainted by the inability to indulge in it fully.

But he wants to show Alhaitham, no matter how fussy he gets, he wants the scribe to know that he can obey him. Kaveh wants to be deserving of his praise, and to hear more about how Alhaitham finds him beautiful.

“I’m here. Let me take care of you.”

And Kaveh does exactly that. Knowing how Alhaitham will be there for him, he lets go, his limbs no longer tense up around him as his head falls on the scribe’s shoulder.

He allows Alhaitham to have his way with him, doing nothing but arching his back and whimpering on his shoulder.

Kaveh moans out his name, whispering how well Alhaitham fucks him, how he perfectly fills him up and destroys his insides deliciously.

Though it’s still hard to resist, Kaveh finds comfort in his arms, holding out until he finally hears the words he has been longing for—

“Go ahead, cum for me.”

#genshin fanfic #genshin alhaitham #genshin kaveh #genshin smut #mlm smut #mlm #daily prompt #weekly prompt #haikaveh #kavetham

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belongtodeukae · 2 years ago

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prompt 69 reader + singji if thats ok thank you <3

“Good girl… Just like that.”

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[3:29 am] “you’re so loud, princess”, siyeon cooed underneath you, her hands gripping your hips firmly, “you really want the entire hotel to hear you when the fun hasn’t even started fully, huh?”

“i think she wants everyone to know how big of a slut she is for us, don’t you, love?” minji added from her position behind you with a small grunt that came right after.

you found yourself in a position that could be described as probably the dirtiest one you’ve ever been in, after dropping not-so-subtle hints to both minji and siyeon about wanting to try it out. when the first realization of you wanting to take both of their straps at the same time hit them, it took minji by surprise; she was extremely into the idea, but never expected you to take interest in it, let alone be the one to suggest it. siyeon, on the other hand, nearly let out a growl before eagerly telling you she’d be ready at any time you wanted it to happen.

it felt better than you could’ve ever imagined.

after the initial delight of siyeon pulling you on top of her to make you ride her alone, you felt that the thought of what would follow was already starting to push you over the edge; you forced yourself to slow down and looked back to where minji stood before your sea of pleas began, unable to control your patience. once she pushed just the tip in, you couldn’t help but whine loudly at the feeling of your other hole being stretched out by the strap, its other end putting pressure on minji’s center, causing her to let out the initial grunt.

“are you okay, baby? you remember the safeword, right?” she asked cautiously, practically freezing her hips so she doesn’t cause any possible discomfort for you. she felt you felt your body trembling slightly under her fingertips once she laid a hand on your back and mistook it for pain. except, it was your body aching for more since she spent a solid half an hour beforehand just to prepare you for this.

“more”, the single word flew out of your mouth and you only then realized you haven’t been breathing properly. minji complied and started moving slowly to fill you up more while your fingers kept digging harder into the mattress. you felt hands leaving your hips before siyeon carefully adjusted to lean on her elbows, urging you to use her for support. you wrapped your arms around her neck instantly to lean in, whimpering in her ear slightly once minji slid all the way inside.

“breathe”, siyeon whispered and kissed your temple gently. you could hear how hard your heart was thumping in your chest despite the loud sounds that escaped your throat, every breath coming out resembling a desperate whine. you’ve never felt so full, both straps buried deep inside of you and both of your holes convulsing around them.

“you’re doing so well for us”, minji praised you before you felt her hot tongue licking a stripe up your spine, the action ending with a kiss in between your shoulder blades.

you decided to be even better for them and earn more praises, and slowly but surely started rocking back and forth. each inch of both straps that disappeared in and out of you only drew out more bliss from your body, accompanied by more dirty sounds from your mouth. siyeon’s jaw dropped slowly as she dragged her gaze along your body, a smug look making its way onto her face while minji cursed breathlessly from behind you.

“good girl... just like that”, siyeon murmured before her thumb pressed on your jaw to tilt your head towards her and she used the position to press your lips against her own, “does it feel as good as you imagined?”

“better”, you moaned against her mouth, making an effort to push yourself back on the straps harder so they could feel the friction on their clits. your eyes closed in pure ecstasy, amplifying the feeling of their straps filling you up, only separated from each other by a thin wall.

“you’ve been so good, i think we should reward you”, you were so lost in your pleasure that you were taken aback by minji’s sultry voice next to your ear, right before she tilted your head to the side to give you a messy kiss. once she straightened back up, she used both hands to steady your hips and lift them up slightly. you missed an exchange between her and siyeon that ended with siyeon’s cocky smirk, barely having any time to react before they both quickly pulled out, almost fully and slammed their straps back inside of you just as fast.

a nearly ear-piercing scream filled the room in an instant, and you were sure it would disturb not just the neighbouring rooms, but the entire floor and you couldn’t care less with the amount of overwhelming pleasure coursing through every inch of your body. neither minji or siyeon bothered to make you keep it down just like they didn’t slow down at all, instead keeping a steady pace; even in moments when one of them was nearly pulled out, the other would be buried inside completely, making your eyes roll towards the back of your head.

you lost count of how many times you came just in that position, not to mention when they decided to flip you over plus the aftermath when they got rid of the straps. there was a blank space in your memory between the last orgasm and falling asleep in between minji and siyeon; all you knew the next morning was sharp pain in every part of your body that you tried to move.

#i never proofread btw so if there are any mistakes just know that my grammar isn't shit i'm just lazy #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher smut #jiu #jiu scenarios #jiu imagines #jiu smut #siyeon #siyeon scenarios #siyeon imagines #siyeon smut #singji #singji smut

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capybaraonabicycle · 1 year ago

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For the first kiss prompts - 12?

Thank you so much, hon! This was really fun!

Not a first kiss because I really felt like writing some wholesome, established relationship kiss. So they're already married here.

Ah, yes, btw, this is Osgate. I started with them because I gathered you would enjoy it more. But I will probably come back to Jace/Natalie tomorrow or smth. Let me know if you want me to tag you if I post it!

Until then, enjoy number 12:

12. A kiss to distract the other

[ID: gif of Osgood using her inhaler. end ID]

For the past three weeks, Kate had advised Osgood to use her inhaler on the daily. Most days more than once. The reason was obvious: It had started when it had been announced that Dr. Martha Jones would soon be joining them on a mission. They would be dealing with a bunch of escaped Carrionites wreaking havoc in New Orleans.

Dr Jones had met the Carrionites before; in Shakespeare's England, right after getting to know the bard himself. Furthermore, she was an incredibly skilled former UNIT operative - so Kate had been told by no other than Osgood - three times in a row that first afternoon and a few more times since - and hence was the perfect woman for the job. Since then, every mention of Dr Jones' name had had Osgood on the verge of a panic attack.

At first it had delighted Kate, like it usually did whenever Osgood was passionate about something or someone. But during their flight to the US the attacks had grown closer and closer together and slowly but surely she was getting worried. It couldn't be healthy to have Osgood's pulse be this high all the time, plus Kate was rather sure there was a maximum dose of the inhaler that was safe per day - and by her own judgement, Osgood was scraping close to that limit.

While the others ran ahead to get their luggage from the conveyor belt, she placed a firm hand on Osgood's arm, holding her back.

"Will you be okay?" she asked earnestly. "It's not too late to sit this one out."

"Yeah, no, sure, it's fine." The hand grasping the inhaler was trembling. "I promise I won't make any problems. Please don't bench me, Ma'am."

"I'm not talking to you as your boss" Kate lowered her voice. "I am not worried about the job, I am worried about you."

Osgood did a double take, looking down at her arm and finally registering the physical contact. A small smile grew on her face and she covered Kate's hand with her own.

"Thanks, Love" she said just as softly. "But really, I am fine. Or well, I should be."

She was sounding annoyed at herself and Kate pressed her arm reassuringly.

"I never had issues around Clara" Osgood complained. "And I even managed working with the Doctor for a full day. Why am I losing it now?"

"Because the Doctor is brilliant but has nothing on the Dr. Martha Jones?" Kate repeated her own words back at her. "Because she was the first UNIT operative to inspire you to follow in her footsteps? And maybe because contrarily to the Doctor, who you've only met when male-presenting, she is a very beautiful woman?"

"Hush your mouth" Osgood pulled a face. "You know it's not about the last point."

Kate shrugged and smirked. "It would be for me."

"Fine around Clara, remember?" Osgood sighed and shook her trembling fingers in frustration. "Oh god, I will so not manage to stay cool."

"Yes, you will" Kate pushed a strand, that had become lose during the flight, behind Osgood's ear. "You're always 'cool'. - wow, it still feels absolutely wrong to use that word - but you are. And you won't lose it now, okay?"

Osgood nodded weakly.

"Good" Kate said. "Because this is an order. By your superior officer. Keep your calm, use your inhaler if necessary, quit when it gets too much and enjoy this! You'll get to meet another one of your heroes!"

"Yeah" Osgood agreed softly. Her breath was still coming a bit short but her eyes looked steadily into Kate's.

"Feeling better?"

Osgood managed to take one long, deeper breath. "A bit."

"Fancy a distraction?" Kate offered, unable to keep the cheek out of her voice and her gaze from dropping down to Osgood's lips for any longer.

Who could blame her? They'd been standing close for well over a minute now and emotions were running high. She was only human and very much fancying her wife.

Osgood's eyes grew wide and Kate thought now she would be having a panic attack for entirely different reasons. "We're on the job!"

Kate shrugged and offered: "Desperate times?"

Now Osgood laughed weakly.

"You're merely using my situation for an excuse to snog!" she understood correctly.

Kate grinned and let her finger trail from Osgood's ear down her cheek, tipping up her chin.

"I'll call it medical treatment" she whispered. "I am sure Dr Jones will understand."

"You are so corny" Osgood said but it sounded rather breathy and she was already leaning towards Kate.

And when their lips finally met, oh so gently, Kate remarked that for the first time in three weeks, the mention of Dr Jones' name seemed to have no noticeable influence on Osgood's nerves whatsoever.

Never let it be said that her distractions weren't effective.

Hope you like it! Some consensual distraction here because Jace/Natalie will be angsty enough :)

#thank you so much for the ask #I really loved writing Kate/Osgood in one place for once #Also loved praising Martha bc that is my favourite thing to do #kate lethbridge stewart #petronella osgood #osgate #doctor who fanfic #I haven't written much Kate or Osgood so I hope this is in character at least mostly #Jace/Natalie WILL be a first kiss promise #And really not as wholesome consequently

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cilil · 2 years ago

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Author's Note: Another lovely request by @edensrose, and one our darling bird boy enjoyed just as much as I did~

Sorry again that the remaining prompts are taking a while; for those who don't know, I'm very sick at the moment. Thank you for your patience.♡

ೃ♡⁀➷ Spicy Bingo: BDSM + Eönwë x reader ৎ୭

You love this hidden side of him, this secret that he only shares with those he trusts; his desire to conquer, to possess, to dominate.

ৎ୭ Synopsis: Eönwë decides you need a bit of discipline before you get your reward

ৎ୭ Featuring: femaleMaia!reader, top/dom Eönwë, roleplay, the very innocent use of titles such as general and sir, consensual corporeal punishment (spanking), riding, BDSM

ৎ୭ Oneshot (~1.4k)

He is gorgeous like this, beautiful and intimidating.

You look up at Eönwë, kneeling in front of him like he ordered you to, and admire how the evening sun bathes his form in a warm golden glow. He appears to enjoy what he sees as well–you, on your knees, submitting to him so willingly–and strokes your hair, a gesture meant to display affection and dominance at the same time.

Your eyes flutter, and you let out a content sigh. You love this hidden side of him, this secret that he only shares with those he trusts; his desire to conquer, to possess, to dominate. Despite his calm demeanour, you can sense his excitement and lean forward to press your lips to the inside of his thigh, intending to tease him with open-mouthed kisses, but Eönwë gently pulls on your hair to stop you.

"Not so fast, little bird," he admonishes. "You know it is my duty to discipline you before I reward you."

"Please, general..." you beg, batting your eyelashes. You already know what he has planned for you and that your little plea won't change his mind, but it's not your intention anyway. No, you know how much he loves hearing this title and want to entice him to start having fun with you, like a bird of prey toying with its food. The begging, the feigned innocence, the punishment, it's all part of the game you two like to play.

There's a devious glint in Eönwë's blue eyes and you know he won't be able to resist any longer.

"Rise," he commands.

His hand cups your cheek as soon as you get to your feet. You see his eyelids flutter and lips part, tempted to kiss you right then and there, but he restrains himself; for now, while he's still assuming the role of a strict figure of authority.

"Bend over my desk."

"Yes, general."

You obey without hesitation, yielding to the firmness of his tone. Eönwë has gotten used to giving orders over the past ages, as you have noticed before, and it suits him well, being the greatest warrior among the Maiar–

Your thoughts are interrupted when he seizes your wrists and ties them together with a strip of cloth. A small smile appears on your lips; even when he wants to discipline you, he still finds subtle ways to keep you comfortable. Unless the harsher sensation of ropes or chains on your skin is part of your punishment, that is.

Eönwë places one hand between your shoulder blades to adjust your position, forcing your head down and hips up for better access before pulling your skirt up and your panties down with swift, precise movements. You tremble slightly upon being exposed to his gaze, yet excitement and anticipation outweigh any nervousness you may have felt. Truth to be told, you can't wait to have his hands all over you, caressing you, claiming you, marking you.

Your wish is granted when you feel his palms making contact with your skin, merely exploring your fána at first. Aeons of swordsmanship have enhanced the strength of his grip, and his touch is firm and demanding, not as gentle and tender as usual.

"Ready?" Eönwë asks, though you can hear his voice vibrating with delight. He's barely able to hold back while he waits for your response.

"I am all yours, general."

The first slaps you receive barely hurt, more playful than actual punishment, and you manage to stay quiet, only letting out tiny moans whenever his palm makes contact with your exposed backside. Eönwë proceeds to spank you harder then, and you can feel his eyes on you, greedily taking in every small twitch of your muscles, the soft pink blush of your skin left by his hand, the way you press your legs together in a feeble attempt to hide your arousal from him.

You love being treated like this, being helpless as he makes you submit to him and deals with you as he sees fit. Pain and pleasure blend together while you endure your punishment, though you soon find yourself wiggling around on his desk despite your best efforts.

"Oh no, little bird, I'm not done with you," Eönwë says and seizes the back of your neck with his free hand, keeping you pinned down while he continues to spank you.

You moan and whine and beg for mercy, yet your fána betrays you; you're dripping with excitement at this point and you know he can feel it too. Your general is strict, and you know you will only be granted any sort of relief after he deems your punishment to be sufficient and your behaviour to be acceptable.

Eönwë lets go of your neck and finishes with a particularly hard slap to leave a burning red handprint on your ass, admiring it while he gently rubs your skin to soothe it.

"You did so well for me," he purrs and leans over you to kiss your cheek. "I am proud of you."

His words send a shiver of pure euphoria down your spine, and you press your fána against his to feel his hardness. Eönwë tenses up when you shamelessly grind on him, though a treacherous little moan escapes him before he can stop himself.

"Take me, general, please," you beg. The burning need to be filled is becoming unbearable.

To your surprise, you feel yourself being picked up by a pair of strong arms instead, your head resting against his shoulder as he carries you over to the bed instead.

"As lovely as you look on my desk, you will have to work for your release," Eönwë says.

He sits down with you on his lap and guides you to straddle his thighs before swiftly undoing his pants to free his cock.

"Ride me."

"Y-yes sir."

You bite your bottom lip as soon as the tip breaches you; Eönwë is big, even for a Maia, and it takes a few seconds for your fána to adjust, slowly welcoming him inside until you are seated on his lap, completely filled. A commanding slap on your thigh prompts you to move and you comply, whimpering softly while you start fucking yourself on your superior's cock.

Eönwë keeps his hands on your hips at first, letting you set the pace, but eventually his patience runs out. His hand finds your throat and squeezes lightly, causing you to gasp for breath, and he slams into you from below.

"So wet for me, so needy," he purrs as he bounces you on his lap. "And making a mess all over my cock. Perhaps I should punish you for that as well, hm?"

"Please, general–ah–I can't-"

"You are lucky that you are pretty like this, little bird."

His arms wrap around you in a tight, possessive embrace, and he continues to fuck you hard and fast while listening to your desperate cries and moans with visible delight. Eönwë is merciless in the pursuit of his release, not granting you a second of respite until he finally cums inside you and fills you with his seed.

You are barely coherent and breathing heavily at this point, exhausted in spite of your own divine strength, and feel him carefully lifting you off his lap and placing you on his bed. Eönwë seems pleased as he beholds your form, watching his release leaking out of you and covering your still-flushed thighs; he has marked and punished you thoroughly and he knows his scent will be on you for a while, letting everyone know who you belong to.

Your eyes close when you feel his hand dip between your thighs, and your legs reflexively fall open to grant better access as Eönwë starts gently massaging your swollen, sensitive clit with his thumb.

"Good girl," he praises, "my beautiful little bird, taking me so well..."

A tiny smile is all you can manage in response, then you give in and enjoy his gentle, loving touch. It doesn't take long for you to climax as well, spilling his seed and your own juices alike all over his hand. You briefly wonder if Eönwë will ask you to clean him, but find yourself wrapped in a warm blanket instead.

"Rest now. You may stay here as long as you like."

"Thank you, Eönwë."

He doesn't protest against the use of his name, knowing as well as you do that your little game is over–for now at least.

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stardancerluv · 2 years ago

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A Time to Fight and to Love

Part Twenty - Two

Summary: Closing of a chapter in life.

Warnings/Notes: Angst, Vision of possible death (makes reference to canon novel/movie end of Enjolras), Fluff, sadness of reader’s father’s passing, dated modes of thinking with marriage..woman’s role.

Long chapter. Two collages. There are a few more chapters lined up. 😥 I am having fun expanding on the character of Enjolras…hope you like it too! and after a bit there is some fluff. Oh! So yes…I veered more away from canon…and one of the pictures I used in my collage is not terribly accurate (might change) but it helps convey the setting.

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Blinking, you stirred to the sun dancing on your closed eyes. Stretching and yawning, you finally opened your eyes.

Seeing Enjolras, you relaxed. He had fallen asleep, sitting at the end of the sofa. You allowed yourself to smile at the sight of him before you. Easily, you could tell by how his lashes rested on his cheeks and the softness of his face, he was deeply asleep.

Glancing around the room, it looked even more welcoming in the light of day. You could now see that it was a small library, sitting area. Shifting you were careful not to awake Enjolas. An eagerness came over you when you saw all of the books.

That’s when you spotted a plate of food. Your stomach churned in delight. There was food you had not laid your eyes on in months, if not longer. You glanced back at Enjolras and smiled. He had certainly raided his solicitor’s kitchen.

PausIng, resting your elbow on your thigh you sat there and looked him over. The warm light of the day that poured into the room, made his curls a richer looking brown. Seeing how they rested on his forehead made you smile. All of it made him even more impossibly handsome. It made your heart flutter. You resisted the urge to press a kiss to his cheek. He needed his rest.

There was much more you had learn about him but you were grateful that you were given the chance. Feeling cornered in that alleyway, watching him clang swords with that solider made you tremble. You could feel your throat tighten. At any moment, he could have been run through. Several more soldiers could have poured out of that doorway. You know they would have lined up the two of you….a cry of anguish came from the pit your stomach. You finally realized that you had biting your fist when a blossom of pain hit you.

“Angel, are you ok?” Enjolras’s gravely voice freed you from your visions.

Blinking, you opened your eyes and you found Enjolras was kneeling in front of you.

Your bottom lip trembled, shaking your head you let your sink to carpet. “No.” You managed weakly.

“Oh my ange, mon doux ange.” He whispered as you felt his arms wrapping his arms around.

You nestled close. “Enjolras, I had been so afraid. He could have run you through, they could have lined us up.” Your voice trailed off.

“But It didn’t happen Courfeyrac and I managed. We’re safe. I will always make sure you are safe.”

“Oh Enjolras.” You whimpered, as you nestled even closer; his arms around you tightened.

******

The trunk creaked when opened. Inwardly, your heart sank, none of your possessions were going with you. Enjolras knelt down beside it and carefully opened his pillowcase.

“In England, we will make new memories.”

You nodded. “We will start a new chapter in our lives.”

“Yes, yes we will.”

A ghost a smile touched his lips before he looked back into the pillowcase. He inhaled sharply.

“Is everything ok?” A pang of worry went through you. He gently took out your scarf.

“Oh, my scarf. With everything I forgot we tucked that in there.”

“Me too.”

******

You tucked your scarf into the trunk, which was now brimming with items. Enjolras looked everything over a final time before locking it. He slipped the key into one of inside pockets of his jacket.

You glanced at Olivier.

“I don’t even know what to say.”

Olivier smiled. “You made this young man happy. And that makes me happy.” He replied warmly.

Enjolras stood and dusted his hands off.

“Olivier, you out did yourself. That is more then I’ve allowed myself to have since living here on my own.”

“I know Julien. Someone did help me with that.”

“Oh?”

Olivier turned to you. “Let us go to my office.”

*****

His stomach churned, these last few months he had insisted she stay in the country. He had been terribly concerned for her safety. The months had passed quickly.

“Julien.”

He turned and watched as his mother began to close the distance, he met her halfway.

“Olivier, sent word.”

“I see.” He exhaled and shook his head. “It’s worse then ever.”

“He told me. But he didn’t want you to leave without me seeing you.”

“What if the carriage had been stopped? I don’t see or hear father. Who would have protected you.”

“There was no way, I was not going to say goodbye to my son.”

His mother’s eyes were piercing. It reminded him of the times he would try to hide from her the few times the foil or the saber landed.

He stepped closer. He relieved to see his mother but the thought of her risking her life to come here made his relief and annoyance mix. It made him ill.

He glanced away, he knew it was a mother thing, but she made him feel like a child.

“You risked alot.” He pressed his lips together, meeting her eyes.

She shrugged. “You are my only son.” She reached a gloved hand up to cup his cheek. “I couldn’t bear the thought of not saying goodbye, I love you.” She gave him a soft smile. “And I have to meet woman that made you change your vow.”

He placed his good hand over hers. “Thank you, mother. I love you too.”

That’s when she saw his wrapped hand. She opened and closed her mouth but didn’t say a word.

“So he told you that as well.”

She stepped back and met his eyes again.

“Yes.”

*******

“I want you to know, I swear I will do all in my power to reach out to your mama and Greta. If it continues to be safe enough, I will get them passage to you and Enjolras.”

“Juilien.”

The older man gave you a soft smile. “Yes, Juilien.”

There was a sharp knock on the door.

He smiled. “This is probably her. I assure you, she is a firm but kind woman. A lot of her is in Julien.”

“Ok.” You whisper and inhale. You were nervous.

“Ah dear woman,” You heard him greet her. “Yes, she is in here. I shall give the two of you some time.”

Glancing your way, he nodded.

At first you were going to have hold your hands in front but at the last moment you brought them behind you. The door closed with a whisper.

In your nervousness you kept looking at the wooden floor. You could practically feel the grains in the planks. The floor creaked as the woman came over.

“Oh my, do look up. I am not a tyrant.”

You did and there was no doubt where Enjolras got his charisma from. She was elegant, like your mama when father was still alive. So you could only imagine what his father was like. Though, hers made you nervous she had traveled through the night and still looked amazing.

Behind your back you wrung your hands. You would not fidget, even when you could practically feel as she looked you up and down. Never had you been more grateful you had worn your best dress for the wedding ceremony. It was elegant and beautiful, but was not too extravagant.

“So you are the lady that made my son break his vow?”

“Yes. I oh, I’m sorry.”

“No, speak my child.”

“He told me of a promise he made. I didn’t realize it had been a vow.”

“Ah, yes. He can be quiet at times when he should talk and then will talk lot when he doesn’t have to.” She smiled.

You nodded.

“Pardon my assumption but you don’t look like one fighting along side him. How did you two meet?”

“Your assumption was correct. We met by chance. I was out late one night getting medicine for my mama. Our paths crossed and he made sure to escort me the rest of the way to the physician and then back to my house.”

She smiled at that. “That pleases me to hear.” Her eyes were quite keen, Enjolras had her eyes, and they could be utterly unwavering. “But do you not have a brother or father that could have done that?”

You had to stop yourself from giggling, since he had said the same exact thing when you informed of your actions.

“I have no brother and my father died at sea.”

“Oh, I am sorry.”

*******

You watched as she removed a beautiful brooch that accented her dress. She pressed her lips together then looked at you.

“To be honest, I wish I could have grown to know you during a courtship between you and my son.” She sighed. “But these are difficult and hard times.”

You nodded.

“I fully expected when getting that telegram I was going to be bringing him home for his final rest.” Her eyes twinkled. “Instead here we are. You must be pretty special.”

You could see that her eyes had become shiny. A lump formed in your throat.

“But here he is, young and as handsome as ever, and with a lovely wife.”

She smiled.

You felt the warmth of a flush in your cheeks. “Thank you.”

“As I’m sure you are aware he is and can be incredibly charming,” She took a step closer to you. “it is how he kept from getting in trouble as a young boy. He did get into fair amount of scraps but he’d tell what happened and I wouldn’t have the heart to punish him.“

You nodded.

She sighed. “That is why in the end, I didn’t fight too hard when he told me of his vow for France.” She grimaced. “I also knew that in end he’d still leave. If I pushed too hard, I worried I’d never see or hear from him again.”

Her gloved thumb grazed the elegance of the broach. Glancing down, it reminded you of treasures your father would bring home from his trips.

“It is that stubborn side of his I wanted to avoid. Once his heart is set, he has rarely ever changed his mind.”

At least you couldn’t help but a small giggle. “I have seen that side of him too.”

“I am sure you have.” She joined you with a smile and nodded. Then all at once, the air felt heavy.

“Since, I trust my son I accept you as his wife.” Her eyes met yours. You could see the intensity they shared. “Promise, me if he blesses you with a daughter, you can give this to her or if you are blessed with a son; he can give it to woman he loves. Till then I give you this with my blessing.”

“I…I don’t know what to say.” Your voice faltered as she placed it your hands.

“You don’t need to breath a word. Just love him. And be a kind yet firm mother to the children that will surely bloom within you.”

“I promise.”

******

With a help of Olivier’s maid, she helped you dress. Now you were clad in your new day dress. Your wedding dress was safely stored away in the trunk along with your gift from Enjolras’s mother. It had been decided that something a little more functional would be best for the journey to England.

You tried to look at France as much as you could while the carriage bounced along the cobble stones. Beside you, Enjolras and Olivier were discussing some final arrangements.

You looked at the boat then back France. You were about to start a whole new life in England. Father, you thought to yourself, I’m on the cusp of an adventure. A new start. This was something you could have never ever imagined. But here you were.

Now on the way to ocean, you had become certain you’d never return. A part of it broke your heart. Anguish still sliced at you, that you’d never see mama and Greta again.

You were grateful that Olivier had given you some paper to write them both a letter explaining. They had to realize it was too dangerous to return.

You hoped that the doctor had not just been giving shallow boasts. He better scoop her up and usher her away to the country. Maybe after she would tell him, of you going to live in England would be enough for him to do that. And maybe that would give her a second chance at some happiness.

******

You smelled the ocean before it came into view. Simultaneously, you felt an uneasiness come over you and yet it also felt so familiar. It had been a scent growing up you had been used to. The scent clung to your father for weeks after he would return with his treasures. But it was also the ocean that led to him never coming home.

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theblueskyofthedawn · 2 years ago

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A little otome-like adventure for @ayato-kisser in the frame of @favonius-library gift exchange event ;3.

Sakura petals danced around you, cheering along with your team to the success of the last book. Your watercolors and pencils skillfully peppered the pages, and you preened under Lady Yae's proud gaze, who waved you all off, to rest and have fun.

O-hanami in full swing whirled in Hanamizaka, and you were quite eager to finally have a taste of the festival. Where do you want to go first?

1) Check the food stall 🍡.

"Isn't it the person of the hour!" your childhood friend's, Heizou's, voice greeted you among fried shrimps, candied melons, and dango of all colors. "Enjoying your freedom from the spotlight?" he chuckled.

He nodded toward the improvised scene, where the writer kept bowing and thanking the seemingly endless stream of fans.

"You could certainly say so!" you laughed, joyous. "And you aren't on a case either. Rare!"

"Oh, could I not afford a tiny bit of rest?" Heizou raised his hand to his forehead, picking up on your dramatics. "You wound me, merciless, merciless companion..."

You exchanged glances and burst into laughter, so needed after tense days of work.

"Seriously, though," he continued a few minutes later, after you picked up a small arrangement of treats, "I just have a lead that I wanted some help about," you noticed how the strain returned to his smile, "and I heard he should be nearby. But that doesn't mean," Heizou nudged you before you could comment anything, "that I can't divulge some time to you! Bet I'm still better at catching fair's fish?"

What would you do?

2) Take Heizou up on his challenge 🎯.

"Bet I'm still better at hoops?" you quipped right back.

Giggling and lightly pushing each other, you made your way to the game corner...

Where, of course, a dart game caught your eye. It had no reason to be so colorful!

And require good aim as much as hoops did.

"What do you want me to win?" you winked at Heizou, confident in your abilities.

"Hm..." he tapped his chin, smirking. Two could play this game. "A plushie of your choice," his gaze laughed, as between the pair of you you were the one to favor those, "and I have something in mind for later".

"Later, you say?" you narrowed your eyes at him. "I better give my all, then!"

Now determined, you focused your efforts on striking as many balloons as you physically could, not noticing how Heizou's gaze wandered around the fair, searching.

But you did feel his arms snaking around you just as the shout of triumph left your throat.

"Nice job," he whispered in your shoulder. You felt how he forced trembles down, and the smile didn't reach his voice. A soft deer plushie the stall owner pushed at you awkwardly hang on your forearm. "Mind if I step away for a bit? I think I saw..."

And he needed a breath, you understood.

"Feel free to do whatever, 'kay?" he reluctantly let you go, his smile in place but not fooling you one bit. Yet, you knew that he'll be alright.

What are you going to do?

4) Keep Heizou company 🌊.

You whirled around and caught his hand, intertwining your fingers together.

Seeing him mope made your own uncertain sadness, held at bay by the fair's liveliness, rise, and who wanted that?

Not you, that's who.

His evident surprise warmed your heart, and you winked:

"Did you think your favorite companion would leave you?"

You tugged him to the shadow beyond colorful tents, hoping that your blush will become less noticeable there.

Repetition of the ocean waves soothed both of your fraying nerves, and Heizou leaned into you, laying his head on your shoulder once more.

"Eh, I am a mood downer today, am I not?" he mirthlessly chuckled.

You pinched his forearm, threateningly raising a hard-won plushie in a smacking gesture:

"Nu-uh, mister I-will-unearth-decade-long-mysteries, you are not getting such titles from me. Everyone needs a break once in a while. Besides," you lightly pushed him with your hip, "the moon over the sea is the most delightful".

A spark returned to his eyes:

"You are the most delightful".

"Flattery won't get you anywhere," you bit back, nonetheless confident you are as red as a tomato by now. And Heizou, no doubt, saw that clearly.

"Won't it?" he teased, grinning.

"Brat," you muttered with a flustered smile, returning your gaze to the waves.

Heizou let you, squeezing your side closer to himself, whispers of water the only sound between you now...

After some time, Heizou tapped your nose:

"Hey, sleepyhead, didn't you want to find trinkets for the folks back home?"

Mindreader, you thought to yourself.

What do you want to do?

4) Relish in nature 🌊.

"E-e-eh, they'll survive," you whined, "stars are far more attractive right now".

Heizou chortled:

"You would regret that decision tomorrow, dummy. Wait here, then".

And was it the atmosphere of the holiday or your sweet pouty look, but Heizou leaned into you to leave a small, but unmistakable kiss on your lips - only to disappear in the people's sea a mere second later, your dazed gaze following his steps.

You didn't notice how a tall figure in resplendent white froze on the edge of the crowd and quietly retreated back.

Left alone, you turned your eyes to the sky, winking at you through twinkling stars' dots.

Would've you thought even a year back that a brat you smacked with naku weed stems would grow into someone you would love?

Oh, love, such a fickle thing.

...didn't Lady Yae comment on how inspired you lately were? And you could swear it was always the places that reminded you of him.

You mushed your face in the plushie.

However embarrassed, you could not wait for tomorrow, and the day after that, and the whole life before you.

"Didn't make you wait for long, did I?" his breathy chuckle tickled your ear.

You both, together.

[Achievement unlocked: In intuition’s sphere]

...Kazuha caught up to the two of you once you were leaving the fair, and you cheerfully waved at him with your intertwined hands, getting a raised brow and amused chuckle in response.

...rumors said, Yashiro Commissioner became even more elusive lately...

...winds of the faraway lands ruffled your hair, passing, unbothered.

As for you two, Heizou and you continued as you always were...

If now a bit more entangled.

"Five more minutes," you muttered into his shoulder, burrowing deeper into the blankets.

"I should charge you for derailing the investigation," he teased, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

A little plushie deer proudly sat at your nightstand.

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the-chosen-fanfiction · 2 years ago

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Gentile. | Chapter 13

You bond with Joanna. A letter arrives in the mail.

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Joanna turns out to be delightful. You meet with her right after you’ve washed up and she wastes no time in showing you the ropes. The main area of recreation, you come to learn, are the gardens west of the storerooms. Several trees have been planted along the sides, creating enough shade to remain comfortable. It seems to be a small oasis of sorts, and you can already see yourself writing on your letters and poetry on one of the benches.

“You can sit here whenever you want,” Joanna explains. “You can also make use of the bathhouse, pool and the hammam. It’s all heated.”

You give a small nod and let your eyes go to the bathhouse that looks out over the other side of the garden. A few people are strutting around wearing absolutely nothing, a few of the women at least having the modesty to clothe themselves with sheer drapes. Servants walk about with hot stones and all kinds of soaps, listening to every beck and call of the patrons. Three female slaves slip into the water with a remarkably corpulent man who is wearing the most filthy grin on his face. You shudder at the sight and feel your gut twist unpleasantly.

“Not used to that, I see.” Joanna says, but there is no judgement nor humour in her voice, “I get it, you know. Things around here are sometimes… Well… Indecent.”

You hum in agreement. “Indeed, I am not too familiar with things like that happening in such close proximity to me. I’m aware that they do, but… Not in Capernaum, not as… Shameless as that.” Your cheeks flush, for your actions regarding Atticus hadn’t exactly been proper, either.

“Us women should stick up for ourselves more,” she states. The intensity of her gaze makes you gulp, fearing that she is seeing right through you, prompting you to adjust your Palla to cover the marks in your neck, but when you nod slowly at last, she smiles a little. “I wish that one day I’ll have more of a voice. Not that chaperoning visitors around the first days they’re here isn’t fun, but… I want more than that, you know. I might be saying way too much already.”

“No,” you immediately breathe, “Not at all, I agree with what you’re saying. If it were up to me, I’d be publishing my own books, but my husband…”

Your voice trails off and she looks at you, smiling slightly. “Your own books? An educated woman, then?”

Abashed, you shrug. “Well, I can read and write.”

“And express your thoughts into written text. There are plenty of people who cannot even verbally say what they want.”

The pair of you laugh. The ice has definitely been broken and you’re curious to see if you could become friends with her.

Joanna heads over to another door and guides you through it. “Here is the regular dining room,” she says, “Whenever we’ve got banquets, they’re behind the double doors on your left. We cannot head in there now, but trust me, it’s always a pleasant time.” She winks and smiles.

You head back up the stairs again to the wing where your quarters are located, and she leads you to a balcony that looks out over the garden. In the distance, you can see hills in the desert, the air above it searing hot sand trembling visibly.

“Thank you for showing me around,” you tell Joanna, “I’ll spend my time wisely here.”

“It’s nothing,” she reassures you, “Don’t be a stranger. I’ve been dying for a friend around here.”

You smile. “I won’t be. I’ve got a feeling that we’re going to get along just great.”

It causes her to laugh a little before she lets out a small gasp. “Oh, I almost forgot. Follow me.” You go back inside the building and Joanna brings you to her chambers, where she lives with her husband. The man in question is at work.

Several statuettes of Roman gods and goddesses stand as an altar near the window and a bouquet of wilted flowers falls apart on the large table located in the centre. Despite the circumstances, Joanna seems to have tried to give it a female touch, but the stifling environment isn’t playing its part. The statues make you feel uneasy, as if they’re taunting you, judging you for your lack of prayers with their hollow eyes.

“Just a little something to welcome you here.” Joanna pulls you from your thoughts. She turns to you with a small bag in her hands and holds it out in your direction, “They’re from the south, very squishy.”

You take it, loosen the small ribbon holding it closed curiously and reach inside to find your absolute favourite: figs. A grin spreads over your face and you softly gasp.

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” You bring one of the fruits up to your nose to take in its rich, honeyed scent, “I love these so much!”

“We knew,” Joanna chuckles, “There was a small note added post scriptum to the letter we received that you were coming over to seek refuge here. We tried to get our hands on the dried, sugared ones, but this was the best we could find.”

You frown at the revelation. “That’s nice, very thoughtful.” you murmur, a little puzzled. Quintus does not possess such attentiveness when it comes to giving you something extra, so perhaps that it had been Atticus to perform such a nice gesture. Your gut swirls at the thought of him, knees feeling weak at the sheer notion. Even though you saw him last mere hours ago, you already miss him.

When you hold out the bag to offer Joanna a fig, she takes it gladly.

“I can understand why you like them,” she says, smiling after swallowing it. “Anyhow, I’ll leave you some space to rest in your room. Let’s talk more soon, okay? You should just get settled for a bit. Take all the time you need.”

You thank her softly and head back to your room, enjoying another fig or two. The man who had been in the bath with the three slaves passes you in the hallway, causing you to take a step back out of instinct. He doesn’t seem to notice you, much to your delight.

Your jaw tenses as you watch him stalk off, an awkward feeling settling within your gut. Despite Joanna being lovely, you aren’t certain what to make of this place yet. Perhaps that you’re simply just not used to a setting like this, so you decide to give it some more time.

Heading into your large and empty-feeling chamber, you sit down on your bed, sighing deeply.

A fortnight passes. The days are long and hot, but you find comfort in your books and with your new friend, whom you visit on a daily basis.

Joanna is, much like Atticus, thoroughly invested in your poetry, and often sneaks a glance over your shoulder to see what you’re working on. The question you have feared comes up one afternoon when sitting together in the shade of an olive tree, Joanna enjoying some grapes whilst you flip a page in your journal. It’s starting to get full already.

“What inspires you to write such interesting pieces?”

You look up. “My books,” you lie, smoothing a finger down the middle of the two pages in order to have them remain open, “The romantic and sometimes heartbreaking scenes are extremely inspirational.”

Joanna lets out an unconvinced hum. “I don’t believe you,” she says, taking a sip of wine from her goblet, “There is no way that you can write like that without actually experiencing such emotions, otherwise you cannot capture it as gorgeously as you can. Come on, tell me, no need to be shy.”

You open your mouth to tell her that it’s nothing special when someone interrupts your peaceful chat. “Something arrived for you in the mail, lady (Y/n),” a servant says. He bows his head down and offers you a rolled up and sealed bit of parchment. You recognise the seal at once and take it.

“Thank you,” you say, “You are dismissed.”

He rushes away and Joanna scoots closer to you. “Who is it from?”

“My husband,” you say, fingering the insignia for a second, feeling the wax under your thumb before breaking it. You unfurl it and roll it out. “Quintus.”

Your eyes flit over the page to see what it is about. Something annoyed stirs within you from the very start as you begin reading it.

Dear (Y/n), let me open this letter to you to tell you that I miss you. The bed is cold without you and in a time of conflict gods know I need some winding down. I’m looking forward to our reunion, even though it might be some time off.

Swallowing hard, you force down the bile threatening to claw at your throat. His sentiment is not reciprocated.

Let me fill you roughly in on what has been going on lately. Zealots, Jews and other vermin have dared to organise riots in Capernaum’s streets. They don’t seem to be accepting our authority, so we must continue with an iron fist. No need to worry about my wellbeing, I am safe as can be. I cannot say when you will be picked up, but it will be a while. You have my greetings and I am keeping you in my thoughts.

Hail Caesar,

Quintus.

It takes a lot to not crumple it up into a ball and toss into a fireplace somewhere, but you stand your ground, sighing deeply. Even in his attempts to sound somewhat like he misses you, the words on the parchment remain emotionless.

“And?” Joanna quizzes, curious, “Any news from Capernaum?”

“It seems like I’ll be staying here for a while.” you deadpan - the only redeeming piece of information in Quintus’ letter.

“That’s it?”

“And that Quintus misses me.”

A small smile tugs at her lip. “Well, that’s nice. My husband wouldn’t even bother writing to me, I think.”

You huff and roll the parchment back up, putting it on the bench next to you.

Joanna frowns. “You don’t seem excited to hear from him.”

Pushing your tongue into the inside of your cheek, you force down your scowl. “I am,” you lie, standing up and taking a deep breath, “Matter of fact, I’m going to write back to him right now.”

You leg away, but Joanna calls after you. “Oh, (Y/n)?”

You halt in your step and pivot to look at her. “Yes?”

She smiles. “Would you like to join me for some wine tonight? My husband will be on guard duty so I’ll be alone all evening. We could chat for a bit about our lives, if you’d like… Or just about other things, anything.”

Thinking it over for a second, you begin to nod. “Yes, yes of course! Thank you for the invitation.”

She smiles. “After dinner,” she suggests.

“That sounds good,” you reply. “I’ll see you then, Joanna.”

She gives you a sweet smile and you head back to your chamber, your gut twisting in confusion at the letter Quintus had sent - did he want you to write back to him? He had only stated what had been going on, but he had asked no questions about how you had been. And then, the letter was from him , not from Atticus, whom you had rather received correspondence from.

The room you’ve called your own for a few weeks now lacks the intimacy and heart that the one in Capernaum has. There is too much empty space for you to fill with endless hours of apprehensive tossing and turning. And every so often, at night, sounds from the dungeons far below manage to creep up, tormenting you with their wails of sorrow. You feel pity for the prisoners below, knowing that their fate cannot be anything good.

With slightly trembling fingers, you pen down the most generic, uninspired letter you’ve ever written. Dear Praetor Quintus - there is distance in your words - It is good to hear from you and to know that you are safe. Here in Machaerus things are fine. I have a friend named Joanna and she spends time with me. Don’t rush things, I don’t mind staying here a while longer.

You consider writing down the lie that you miss him too, but decide against it. Hail Caesar, (Y/n), you end with instead, rolling up the parchment and holding a flame against the candle on your desk, rummaging around the drawers to find some wax. You expertly seal the letter with a few drops of crimson liquid that quickly dries against the off-white surface.

Hoping to get it sent out today, you stand and rush outside to find the courtyard, where a small trading post is located. You head over, the man behind the iron bars looking at you expectantly. Even in a fortified palace, he needs protection. You wonder what dangers he might be facing in this environment.

“I’m here to send a letter,” you say.

“Of course, my lady,” the courier says, “Where to?”

“Praetor Quintus of Capernaum.” The man’s eyes shoot up in slight shock, worry visible on his features. “I’m his wife.” you add, puzzled.

He quickly blinks and clears his throat. “Ah, of-of course, ma’am, I apologise for the delay. Forgive me.”

Your brow furrows and you smile. “There is… Nothing to worry about.”

He sighs in relief. “Good,” he mutters, “Heard that he made the life of our courier quite miserable when he tried to get a letter sent your way from Caper—” His words die on his tongue and he stares at you slack-jawed. “I-I am so sorry, my lady, I didn’t mean to speak ill of your husband, I–”

“No harm done.” you say with a small smile. “I know how he is, and that does sound like him.”

A nervous laugh leaves the man’s lips and he quickly arranges it.

“And that takes care of— Wait a minute, something else for you arrived about thirty minutes ago. Here you go, ma’am,”

He hands you another letter, different in shape this time.

The seal doesn’t belong to your husband. No, it’s the same pattern you’ve seen on the hand that has been so wonderfully caressing you a few weeks ago right before you were dropped off here. Your cheeks flame and you quickly take it.

“Thank you,” you say, “Good work, keep it up.”

You rush away before he can respond. As fast as your legs can carry you, you head back to your room and slam the door behind you. With a hand over your mouth, you try to catch your breath and keep down the excited squeal that threatens to escape.

He has written to you – Atticus has actually written to you.

You make your way over to your bed and waste no time in tearing open the letter, laying down to begin reading it. Other than Quintus’ words, his seemed to jump off the paper straight into your heart, your stomach swirling with all kinds of emotions for it was so good to hear from him at last.

My dearest, I cannot start explaining how often you have been on my mind the past weeks and how much I long for you to be in my arms again.

How is Machaerus? Have you found new friends? I bet the food is fantastic, my love. Enjoy it, alright, you deserve your rest there.You’ve been through a lot and should look after yourself. I wish I could have been the one to spoil you instead, but the court will have to do that job of mine for now.

The fact that I had to leave you where you are is still bothering me greatly, so I hope you can forgive me for that. It’s not much better here and I will spare you the details, for it will only make you uneasy and all that matters is that I will be fine. This upheaval is just routine at this point, so don’t you worry about me.

I have been dying to hear from you. Send your letter to Joppa, for that is where I’ll be able to pick it up soon. My love, I will not keep you waiting longer than I need to. I’m looking forward to hearing from you.

Yours faithfully.

He had not signed it with his name due to safety reasons lest anyone open it, but you whisper his name as if it had been on the paper regardless. You let out a small noise of joy and clutch it to your chest, feeling like a lovestruck teenager. Immediately, you float over to your desk to write something back.

The words flow from your pen freely. Needless to say, his letter takes shape more naturally and lengthier than the one you had sent to Quintus.

You tell him that you miss him, that you long for him and that he has plagued you in your dreams for the last two weeks with his utterly maddening presence in the most positive sense of the word. You introduce Joanna as your daresay friend, who takes great pleasure in literature as you do. The food is delightful but what is a hearty dinner when he is not there to share it with you? You mention that you know Atticus likes his nibbles, so you promise to sneak something for the road into your luggage around the time he’ll come to pick you up. You enclose a snippet of your most recent poem that you rip out of your journal. Lastly, you wish him the best of luck.

Out of habit, you nearly write a hail to Caesar at the end but manage to stop yourself right before the pen hits the paper. You put away the quill in the inkwell, feeling confident enough to spritz a small amount of perfume onto the parchment once everything is dry. Not much unlike what you had done with your letter to Quintus, you secure this one as well but appear more lively as you deliver it to the man behind the counter, who seems surprised to notice your positive shift in mood.

“The same address, I assume?”

Your throat runs dry - you haven’t considered that you look way too content to play it off as a regular letter to a friend - and you come up with a coverup on the spot.

“It’s to my friend in Joppa,” you explain, “I have just caught wind that she is expecting a baby and I just had to congratulate her!”

The man gives a small smile, “Of course, my lady. I didn’t mean to pry, but I am happy for her on your behalf.”

“Thank you.” you beam, clasping your hands in front of you. “Just put the initials A.A.P. on there, she’ll know it is for her!”

“Everything is in order. It will be taken care of.”

You once again express your gratitude and head back to your bedroom to spend some time on your own before your little get-together with Joanna will ensue right after dinner. With the letter from Atticus resting on your chest, you spiral into a delightful little daydream. _

At night, Joanna’s room is more cosy, for the statues are not as visible. Candles are lit on gilded candelabras and the wilted flowers have made place for fresh ones. The hearth is lit and there are two chaise longues positioned facing each other and the fire in just the right position to be able to have a proper chat whilst still lying comfortably.

During dinner, you’ve enjoyed a cup of alcohol or two, so your head is already a little fuzzy when you enter her room and take a seat where she directs you to. Joanna grabs two goblets and checks for dust before sitting down next to you, uncorking a bottle of wine of a brand you certainly don’t have in Galilee.

“It’s good to have a friend here,” Joanna muses, pouring two royal cups of the crimson liquid. “Actually, it has been a long time since I got along with one of our visitors in the way you and I seem to understand each other. I like you, (Y/n), I truly do.”

You smile a little and take the outreached goblet. “If I may be so bold,” you breathe, “You are like a breath of fresh air in this searing hot desert.”

She flushes and looks at her lap, “Oh, you give me too much credit. We just get along well, and to that, we should drink.”

The pair of you sit in pleasant silence for a few moments as you take in the rich flavour of the wine. It immediately kicks in, a heavy, earthy fluid that makes your shoulders weigh down at its strength.

“That’s a good one, isn’t it?” Joanna smirks as she notices your suddenly pink cheeks. “It’s expensive, but so worth it.”

“Worth it for what?” you wonder whilst smiling, lying down on the small sofa to throw up your feet, “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

She laughs and mirrors your position on her own chaise longue. “Well, it does make people loosen up a bit.”

“Trying to get to know my deepest secrets?”

“Hm, you’ve got many?”

You hide behind your goblet and take another strong swig. When you don’t reply to her question, Joanna observes you with a thoughtful look on her face.

“What is life like in Galilee?”

You take a second to respond. “Hm, the fruit is lovely. And the Sea of Galilee, those fish are magnificent. The people try to make ends meet, but Roman influence has been hard on them.” Your brow furrows with sudden concern that you might have said too much, but Joanna smiles reassuringly.

“Right, I suppose that does make sense. I have been here for a while, so I am unsure as to what impact our work has been having on society lately. How about your husband?”

The question takes you by surprise and you blink in slight puzzlement with widened eyes. “Beg your pardon?”

“Your husband. He is a magistrate with quite the reputation for being ruthless. What is he like?”

You give a wry smile and take another sip of alcohol, your head really starting to buzz, now. “He lives up to it,” you tell her matter-of-factly, “Hence why I’m here, to protect me from whatever purge he’s up to.”

Joanna hums and traces the edge of the goblet with her finger. “I see. How many children do you have?”

You are somewhat ashamed to say the answer. “None.” you whisper, sighing, “I mean… We’re trying, but…” Your hand goes to your stomach and you shrug. “Nothing.”

The woman bites her bottom lip. “Does it bother you?”

“What? That I have no children?”

“That I’m asking you such questions.”

You swallow thickly. “Not really. Planning on subjecting you to the same treatment.”

A grin spreads on her face. “Alright, that would only be fair. What would you like to know?”

“What is it like to live here? Does it ever get boring?”

She clears her throat and takes a sip of wine before shaking her head. “No, it doesn’t get boring. Every day is different. I’ve got quite an important position when it comes to meeting with female patrons. My husband works as an advisor and I do some other smaller jobs on the side.”

“Do you like your life here?”

Joanna taps her chin. “I think I do. I wouldn’t necessarily have chosen it for myself, but… Now that I’m here, I don’t know any better.”

“What if you weren’t married?” you are bold enough to ask. You’re curious to hear what her decision would be if things were any different.

It takes a moment for her to form a proper reply. “I think I wouldn’t be working here. Perhaps that I’d be a seamstress. I love embroidering pretty things on people’s clothes from time to time.” She smiles, crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes. “But in reality, I have quite a comfortable life here. I’m lucky to have married a man who can provide for me financially.”

You throw back the final bit of wine in your goblet and gulp. “Does he also provide for you in other areas?”

She blinks in confusion. “Like?”

“Romance.” you tell her, “Emotionally, does he give you what you need?”

Something flashes behind her eyes. “I… I… I’m not sure if that is a good subject to talk about. I don’t want to sour the mood by complaining about a man who has done so much for me.” Her words are an attempt to avert the question and her entire body language tells you that you’ve hit a nerve somewhere.

“I’m sorry,” you promptly apologise, at which her gaze softens, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” You want to tell her that you can see a sliver of yourself in her but swallow the words.

She smiles and shakes her head. “Not to worry, (Y/n), no harm done. Perhaps it’s something we could talk about later, when we’re more familiar with one another. For now, let’s have another wine and head to our beds, shall we?”

Despite the heaviness of the alcohol, you agree to sharing another goblet of wine.

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