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hey pretty girl, when you come to my room tonight…
Hello nyssa! I love your writting! its lovely! Could you write Follo with reader who has a big oral fixation? Have a great day! ❤️
hello hi!! i got so excited writing for Follo again - especially with that prompt hehe 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 have a beautiful end of the week my love ♡
cw: mdni! gn!reader, blowjob, light hair pulling and overstimulation
Follo's back barely hit the mattress when you crawled between his legs, eyes focused on his cock as if it was the only thing that mattered in this moment. He barely had time to catch his breath before your mouth was on him already - hot, wet and greedy as you kissed and licked up his thigh until your tongue finally arrived at the base of his cock where you licked a broad stripe all the way to his tip. Your lips wrapped around his pretty cock, and you wasted no time to take him all the way, a low satisfied hum vibrating through your chest.
"Shit—slow down...please," His voice cracked as he pleaded, fingers threading through your hair. You ignored him however, suckling on his tip as you swirled your tongue around it eagerly while saliva dripped down his shaft and onto his balls. Every time you pulled away you left a string of spit connecting your lips to his flushed tip, then dove right back down to feel the weight on him against your tongue.
"You really like having your mouth full, huh?" Follo's hips jerked when his voice turned into a breathless moan. You answered by relaxing your throat and taking him even deeper, nose brushing against the neatly trimmed hair at the base. The obscenely wet sounds filled the room—slick suction, soft gagging and the occasional lewd Pop when you pulled away to breathe.
You couldn't stop. You lapped broad stripes up his length, sucked on the head like candy, and let drool run freely down your chin. You could feel the way your own thighs pressed together, but you didn't think about touching yourself; this was enough. The stretch, the slightly bitter taste of his precum melting on your tongue—every part of it fed the itch under your skin.
"F-fuck you're too good to me," Follo's grip tightened in your hair to anchor himself as he watched your spit slick lips wrap around his cock again.
You moaned around him in response, not planning to go anywhere, perfectly content between his legs—mouth stuffed and mind blissfully empty.
Can I request a Headcanon how gachiakuta men (specifically Enjin, Gris, Corvus and Tamsy) would react to a fem partner that finishes quite fast and can’t handle to much because they get overstimulated quickly? Love all your work btw❤️
In which they find out how sensitive you are in bed.
Warnings: NSFW reader discretion advised
Arkha Corvus
he's very gentle and encouraging with you (unless you give him reason to act otherwise)
he wants you to talk to him; tell him everything you're feeling and whatever you want him to do
he takes his time in prolonging foreplay, making sure not to work you up too quickly but also getting you ready for when he splits you open because lord knows Arkha Corvus is packing
and when you finally get to the main event he sweet talks you through it, comforting you if you cry but never letting up on his thrusts
he's so nice to you that it almost makes you forget he's literally rearranging your insides at the moment; almost
the way he treats you with so much care makes it a bit easier for you to relax and ride out your orgasm; accepting the sensitive feeling instead of running from it
Enjin
the first time it happens he's caught off guard
he teases you for a little bit but dw he's actually kind of excited
with this newfound information Enjin is now on a mission to try EVERYTHING with you
he wants to know what position gets you to cum the fastest, what takes the longest, if you can squirt and if so how many times until you tap out 😵💫
every time you have sex with him it's something new
he loves when you're on top, squirming while you try your best to ride him before he eventually takes over and has you seeing stars
you're on the verge of tears, thighs trembling while he tries using his words to soothe you (in his own weird, Enjin way...)
it probably comes off like he's mocking you but he's trying so hard to be genuine
his words may be confusing but the dick is good so he's forgiven
Gris Rubion
out of everyone on this list he is the absolute sweetest
he checks in with you regularly and has a safe word even if you guys are vanilla (nothing wrong w that)
he doesn't care at all if you finish before him and can't keep going; if you need him to stop he'll stop
Gris is a very selfless lover both inside and out of the bedroom; your needs always cum come first
he urges you to relax while he takes care of you; he likes to think of the ordeal as "making love" rather than "having sex"
and when you relax and let him do his thing its much more enjoyable for both parties
he's such a perfect partner that it manages to distract you from the feeling of being overstimulated and you can enjoy your sexy time with him longer than usual
Tamsy Caines
your pussy will quite literally never be able to catch a break
he uses the knowledge that you're easily overstimulated for his own sick pleasure in sexually torturing you
his favorite thing is handcuffing/tying you up while he's nose deep in your cunt, seeing how long (or in this case, short) it takes for you to be crying from his tongue alone
OR he's got your back pressed to his chest while his fingers rub tight circles over your clit while he uses his free arm to keep you still
basically he is evil.
you guys need to have a safe word and it has to be something obscure that you'd NEVER say during sex under normal circumstances because Tamsy can get carried away quickly and knows no mercy otherwise
enjin blinked in disbelief. “okay, when the hell did i say that? just because i didn’t let you pick the music this one time, i hate you?” he repeated to make sure he understood correctly.
you pretended to think about it. “hm, yeah. sounds about right.”
“i give you aux every other time.” he huffed. he lowered the volume and snuck another glance at you. you were pouting, arms crossed as you rest your head on the window. the act was somewhat convincing, your eyes looked sad as you looked out the window, mouth in a firm line. enjin frowned, now uneasy. maybe he shouldn’t have broken his streak of letting you pick the music. he didn’t want to upset you, even if it was over a nonissue such as this.
“okay fine. i guess you can pick the music.” he handed you the wire, other hand still on the steering wheel. your frown deepened and you didn’t take it from his hand. he sighed and put down his arm. the frustration he was feeling felt artificial. enjin felt ridiculous for being upset over a problem so minuscule. were you serious, or just fucking with him?
“what do you mean you ‘guess’ you can let me pick the music?” you asked, doing air quotes. you furrowed your eyebrows in fake concern. “what if this was a life or death situation? gun to my head, the suspect asks you ‘yes or no’ and you hit em with an ‘i guess.’” you scoffed. “wow my boyfriend just wants me to die in a ditch. can you believe that?! and the way we just started dating too. such a shame…”
enjin was at a loss of words. no matter what he tried, everything he said was thrown back right back in his face. almost immediately too. you were quick witted, able to work with any given situation. that’s one thing he loved that about you. you were brains just as much as you were beauty. he smiled to himself, chuckling softly.
you, on the other hand, were not pleased that he was no longer falling for your antics. in fact, you were offended that his initial reaction was to laugh right after you promoted him with your very serious, very important question. “what about me dying in a ditch is so funny?” you narrowed your eyes at the blonde man.
he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and started whistling. you titled your head at him in confusion. “enjin?”
instead of replying, he used his blinker and turned left. enjin never used his blinker. he was notorious for somehow being the worst driver on the road at all times: running lights, ignoring stop signs, and, occasionally, pedestrians… you name it. there’s an active bet at HQ on how many times he’s used his blinker in his lifetime. some have never even witnessed it before. enjin drove like a manic and it got on your nerves. you complained about it constantly. this, this was a sign he was getting back at you. ignoring you and randomly starting to use proper driving skills? who was this and what have they done to boyfriend?
“enjiiiinnnn,” you tried again. you were met with silence. it was defeating, other than the sound of him using his blinker to to turn again. though, luckily for you, you knew him very well.
“enjin! your brights are off!” you fake gasped.
“wha—” he immediately glanced down to check and see if they were switched on. the scowl on his face when he realized you deceived him made you giggle.
“very funny.” he said flatly.
“what kinda psycho has their high beams on at all times?” you deadpanned.
“i do,” he replied all matter-of-fact. “it announces my presence to others on the road. it’s quite effective actually. pretty hard to miss, especially at night.”
“yeah, it’s fantastic if you want to get flipped off,” you muttered under your breath. he rolled his eyes, but silently placed the aux wire in your lap. you grinned from ear to ear and squeezed his hand. “awww, i guess you don’t want me to die in the ditch.” you teased lightly, because of course you wouldn’t stop trolling your boyfriend even after he caved. grind never stops.
his large hand squeezed yours back. his eyes were still on the road, but you didn’t miss how he was grinning from ear to ear. you beamed at him and stroked his hand with your thumb gently.
“though, if you trick me like that again, i’m driving this car into a ditch.” he grumped.
Imagine: You were absolutely sure the communal showers were empty.
For one thing, it was late. For another, most of the Cleaners had already scattered after the mission, disappearing into their rooms, the kitchen, or wherever else they usually went to collapse after a long day. And, most importantly, you had listened before stepping inside. No footsteps. No voices. No familiar heavy stomp of boots.
So, with a perfectly clear conscience, you shut the door behind you, set your things down on the bench, and finally allowed yourself to breathe.
The hot water hit your shoulders, washing away dust, exhaustion, and the last stubborn traces of your terrible mood. You closed your eyes, tilted your head back, and almost decided that maybe the day hadn’t been so bad after all.
Almost. Because the very next second, the door to the shower room swung open.
“Damn, finally,” came a familiar voice. “I thought nobody was in here...”
Enjin froze in the doorway. You froze too.
For a moment, neither of you moved. The silence between you was so thick that even the sound of running water suddenly seemed suspiciously loud.
Enjin stood there with a towel slung over one shoulder, already out of his outer clothes, though thankfully not yet fully committed to walking into the showers like he owned the place. His amber eyes widened. Then he blinked. Once. Twice.
Then, very slowly, he lifted his gaze to the ceiling.
“I didn’t see anything.”
“Enjin.”
“Nothing at all.”
“Enjin.”
“You could even say I was born blind.”
You grabbed the nearest bottle of shampoo and hurled it at him without thinking. Enjin dodged it far too smoothly for someone who had just claimed not to have seen anything.
“Aha!” you snapped, peeking at him through the steam while covering yourself with your arms. “So you can see well enough!”
“Reflexes,” he said calmly, still staring very hard at the wall. “My life is full of danger.”
“Your life is about to end if you don’t get out.”
“Fair.”
He took one step back. And, of course, that was the exact moment his foot slipped on the wet floor.
You barely managed to squeak:
“Careful!”
Enjin flailed, reached for the doorframe, missed it completely, spun in the least graceful way imaginable, and somehow managed to catch himself at the very last second. The towel on his shoulder, however, gave up on him entirely and slid solemnly to the floor. Both of you stared at it.
Then Enjin said, with complete seriousness:
“It sacrificed itself for my dignity.”
You clapped a hand over your mouth, but the laugh slipped out anyway. At first it was quiet and muffled, then bright, helpless, and impossible to stop.
Enjin glanced at you, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
“Glad my humiliation improved your evening.”
“Don’t worry,” you said, still laughing. “It was a very respectable performance.”
“I’d bow, but I’m afraid you’d misunderstand.”
“Enjin!”
“Leaving. I’m leaving.”
He bent down to grab the towel, but you instantly hissed:
“Don’t look!”
“I’m looking at the floor.”
“I know you.”
“That’s because the floor is the only one not accusing me of anything.”
You snorted. Towel in hand, Enjin began backing toward the door again. This time with extreme caution. Almost majestically, if not for the fact that he was moving sideways like the world’s most suspicious crab. And it might have ended there. It really might have.
If you hadn’t said:
“You know, for someone who asks me for a light all the time, you lose your composure surprisingly fast.”
He stopped. Slowly, he turned his head, though his eyes remained very honorably fixed somewhere on the wall beside you.
“That was unfair.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re clearly in the winning position here.”
“I’m naked in a shower, armed with shampoo.”
“Exactly. Absolute advantage.”
You narrowed your eyes, though he could barely see it through the steam.
“Are you flirting with me right now?”
“Me?” Enjin pressed a hand to his chest, looking so deeply offended that anyone else might have believed him. “In the middle of such a serious crisis?”
You gave him a silent, knowing look.
“Yes. I’m flirting,” he finally admitted.
You laughed again. This time, it came out a little more bashful than you intended. He smiled too, but not with his usual smugness. This one was softer. Warmer. The kind of smile that made your chest tighten in a way his teasing never quite did. And somehow, that felt much more dangerous.
“All right,” he said at last, stepping back behind the door. “I’ll leave. I’ll stand guard and protect your sacred right to personal hygiene.”
“How noble of you.”
“I’m a very noble man, actually.”
“You barged into the showers.”
“Accidentally barged into the showers. Very important difference.”
“And nearly fell.”
“That was tactical.”
“And lost your towel.”
“It fell heroically in battle.”
You shook your head, but your smile refused to go away. Enjin had almost closed the door when he paused again.
“Hey.”
“What?”
He still wasn’t looking inside. He stood just beyond the doorway, one hand holding the door, his voice a little quieter now.
“When you’re done… I can walk you back to your room. Just in case there’s more dangerous wet floor on the way.”
The hot water suddenly wasn’t the only reason your cheeks felt warm.
“Is that an excuse?”
“Of course.”
“A terrible one.”
“I’d call it creative.”
You were quiet for a couple of seconds, then turned your face away, as if that could hide the smile in your voice.
“Fine. Wait outside.”
There was a brief silence from behind the door. Then Enjin gave a pleased little hum.
“Understood. Guarding.”
“And don’t listen in!”
“What, are you planning to sing in there?”
“Enjin!”
“Okay, okay. Silent.”
And, to his credit, he really did go silent. For about two minutes. Then his voice came through the door again.
“Hey… was that my shampoo you threw at me, or someone else’s?”
You covered your face with one hand.
“I told you to be quiet.”
“So it was mine.”
And despite the embarrassment, despite the ridiculousness of it all, you laughed again. Because no matter how hard you tried to stay mad at him, with Enjin, it almost never lasted long.
witch hat atelier; qifrey x gender neutral reader who is finding it hard to take care of themself and get out of their head; pure fluff with some dark thoughts mentioned; this was so fun to write; thank you @edethereal for the request; hope you enjoy!
The coffee was too bitter.
You lowered the cup from your lips as you stared down at the brown liquid. You’d just managed to make it. Why did it have to taste so wrong?
The door to the dining room sprang open as the four young witch apprentices rushed in, their hands covered in ink and their faces beaming from what seemed to be an eventful afternoon of honing the art of magic.
The familiar smile made it’s way to your face. “Hungry?”
Coco’s stomach grumbled in response as Tetia laughed. Clutching her stomach in embarrassment, Coco nodded, her cheeks red. So did the others. Chuckling softly to yourself, you stood up and headed to the kitchen counter to cook for them. The scraping of chairs were heard as the girls hopped up, looking at you expectantly.
It wasn’t hard to cook for them. You weren’t a bad cook. But why did everything feel so heavy?
Forcing yourself to move, you found yourself grabbing things mechanically while trying to convince yourself this was easy. Normal. Not something you should find hard.
Dammit. Why was it so hard?
“Allow me, my dear.”
You were pulled out of your thoughts as a gentle voice whispered from behind you. You turned around to see him standing there. Light hair with eyes that reminded you of the vast blue sky and a gentle smile tugging at his lips.
“Qifrey…”, you managed to breathe out. His eyes softened even more, if that were possible, before kissing your head. “Sit down. I’ll feed the girls.”
You wanted to protest. But it was feeling heavy again. What exactly… you still didn’t know.
And so you were sitting nearby on a chair as he bustled about the kitchen, amusing the girls with his antics as he served them lunch. Their laughter echoed through the walls of the atelier, light and airy. It was such a contrast to what you felt that you couldn’t help but think…
Was there something wrong with you?
You had a loving partner. You had four delightful, intelligent and kind girls who lived with you, brightening up the place. You had friends. You had a good life.
Why weren’t you happy?
Why was it so difficult to get up in the morning even with him beside you?
Why was it so hard to make them a simple lunch?
Why was the coffee so damn bitter!?
“Darling?”
A soft gasp escaped your lips as your eyes focused onto the man in front of you. His brow was knit in worry and he was leaning towards you. “Are you alright?”
You gulped and opened your mouth just as you saw the girls staring from behind him, their spoons half-way to their mouths. Just as they realised you’d caught them looking, their heads whipped back to their plates but it was too late. You schooled your expression back just as quickly.
“I’m fine, love”, you murmured, standing up from the chair. “I’m going to take a nap. Wake me if you need me…”
Qifrey didn’t say anything as you got up, leaving behind your unfinished coffee as you trudged up to the bedroom. His eyes followed your figure until you closed the door, then set his eyes on the coffee mug. The once warm drink was now a cold undrinkable pool of caffeine. He glanced at the girls and back at the coffee, before taking off his hat and placing it on the table.
“I’m going to the bedroom, girls. Do knock if you need either of us.”
Hearing the chorus of ‘Yes, Master Qifrey’, he walked to the room. He listened outside the door for a minute before stepping in. He saw you lying on the bed with your shoes on and staring at the ceiling.
“You aren’t napping”, he said, softly.
“...Can’t…”
He nodded, sitting down next to you. His hand slowly rested atop your head, his fingers running through your hair. “What’s wrong, my dear?”
You didn’t answer. He didn’t prod any further. Sighing, he got up from beside you.
As he stood up, you were sure he would leave… he should be hurt at how dismissive and cold you were to him. It was quiet right now. Yes, he should have left by now-
“Ah, there it is. Found your comb.”
Your comb? Why did he need that? You sit up slowly, watching him. He smiled at you fondly before walking back to the bed. Adjusting the pillows, he sat behind you and… started to brush your hair.
“Qifrey…”
“Shh… I know what you are going to say. And I don’t believe any of it.”
Before you could protest, he pressed a light kiss to the nape of your neck.
“Let me take care of you, my love… please”, he whispered. Your shoulders- which you didn’t even realise were tensed- sagged visibly as he said those words.
“Why?”
Qifrey laughed. That soft, breathy laugh that still sent shivers down your spine and made your heart clench. “Now that’s a silly question. I think, my dear, you know the answer to that yourself.”
A small smile made it’s way to your face. One he caught discretely before smiling to himself. Once he was done with your hair, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back against his warm chest. “You didn’t finish the coffee… it got cold…do you want me to reheat it?”
Tears welled in your eyes. And Qifrey instantly knew it wasn’t because of the coffee. You were hurting. Hurting to the point where you felt numb inside. Hurting because your brain convinced yourself that any feelings you had didn’t matter and had to be hidden from everyone.
Even from him.
He pulled out a piece of paper with an incomplete glyph and completed it. Your eyes widened as a flower grew from it and dropped into his hand. Your favorite one… Your eyes rose to meet him as if asking what this meant. His gaze never left yours as he just said,
“Talk to me.”
And surprisingly… that was all it took. Your walls broke down as you held onto him.
You both spent all afternoon in the bedroom, just holding each other and sharing whispers and soft kisses. By nightfall, he took you and the girls outside to gaze at the stars.
Your eyes followed the young apprentices running around pointing at the constellations and chasing the fireflies that emerged from the grass. Wrapping the shawl around you tighter, you felt a little at ease. Like a small stone had been chipped off a boulder you insisted on carrying without even realising how much it hurt. Not completely alright… but you were getting there. And more importantly, you weren’t alone.
Qifrey’s arm wrapped around your shoulder as he smiled at you. “Enjoying the view?”
You nodded, slowly, a ghost of a smile making it’s way onto your face. “It is an exceptional night…”
He chuckled at that before turning towards you again, his hand, warm and safe, coming up to cup your face.
“I love you. And I promise you… we will get this sorted together. You and me. Always.”
“Always… “, you whispered back, your smile widening by a fraction. “I love you too.”
And his lips met yours in a soft, gentle kiss. The night was a beautiful one. And you knew he vowed to make each day just as beautiful for you. That was just how he loved people. And in this moment, you felt luckier than you’d ever before.
For he was yours and you were his. And you knew things would turn out fine.
The mug of warm coffee in your hand was proof of it.
+18｜qifrey forgot to give you aftercare... or did he?
you knew he was gentle by default, a witch who built his entire existence around caretaking his apprentices. perceiving his magnitude as a teacher, you’d fully expected him to brush your hair out of your eyes, kiss your forehead, and pour you a cup of water when it was over.
but instead, he just completely slumped against you, dead weight against your chest, dozing out the exact second he finished without a single word of aftercare or praise.
possessing a kind nature and an otherwise gentle disposition, it was plain that his dedication to the task would be absolute. he’d been so incredibly turned on by the mere sight of your bare body that it became impossible to hide the desperation he had kept locked away for years—in the deepest, coldest part of his heart. his pale, ink-stained hands were trembling as he parted your thighs, one arm locked firmly around your lower back while his hips rutted into you in a hasty, poorly coordinated rhythm that had you scrambling to clutch onto the mattress.
"l-love, am i doing it correct?" he’d pointed out, face buried firmly into the crook of your neck, his lips caressing your skin in messy smooches each time he slammed his pelvis against yours. his cock was throbbing inside, growing impossibly thicker as if it wasn't already big enough. “i-i never imagined it would feel like this...”
it was, to put it simply, violent when his apex hit. his spine arched, muscles locking into rigid stone as he came inside you. the force of it made him choke on the last breath he had, eyes rolling back in his skull with pure bliss. surge after surge of puffy liquid filled your womb until he was shooting blanks. yet, even then, his body still refused to soften, choosing instead to pour everything inside until you were full to the brim.
and then, nothing. just the heavy drop of his body flattening you into the mattress.
well—initially, you thought he was just worn out after everything that happened after hearing him letting out those flimsy huffs and puffs against your collarbone. but as the seconds ticked by, his limbs remained lax, lacking the usual soft twitch of someone drifting into a normal sleep. you tried to shift your hips beneath him, the ridiculously over-the-top-amount hotness of his overindulgence trickling down between your thighs.
and qifrey didn't groan or try to pull you closer like you expected him to do. instead, his hands were still sprawled awkwardly on the sheets, those long, slender fingers you adored staying fully unresponsive, no matter what. you suspected he might have pushed his own limits a little too far, his body overexerting itself just to empty himself into your womb.
“qifrey?” you whispered, placing a hand on his lean back, waiting for that familiar, reassuring hum. but for whatever reason, it didn't come. you pushed yourself up on one weak elbow, using your other hand to gently cup his jaw, tilting his face away from your neck. his blue eyes were half-lidded but empty, staring right through you without a single flicker of recognition. when you experimentally lifted his hand, his wrist stayed completely limp, dropping straight back like a broken doll's the moment you let go. he was just a vacant shell pinned on top of you, oblivious to the world around him.
awareness hit you, as you realized he hadn't just fallen asleep. as a consequence of the intensity of his arousal, he actually—
well if you're gonna munch, eat it well! — gachiakuta x gn! afab! reader
ʚ♡ɞฺ main m.list ྀིᨯ — content. nsfw & 18+ content ahead, cunnilingus, no gendered pronouns/petnames, vital instrument play (tamsy), sir kink (corvus), reader has afab anatomy
m note: i am so out of ideas bro, i might make like separate one shots based on these lil scenes :0
m word count: like 400-500+ each
m character included: enjin, tamsy, corvus
part two with jabber, zodyl, gris, follo next maybe?
you honestly didn't think enjin was the type to eat. really you didn't, it was way past dinnertime, so what had him spreading your thighs with his calloused palms like this so late into the night?
the mission was an incredible success, enjin was having the best round of his life, and it only got even better when your kisses would be so much more than just one, because it turned to two... turned to three, then four...
so all of a sudden when he trails his love bites down your stomach all the way to your...
"s- stay still..." dipping his tongue deeper into you kept your back arched, your thighs still quivering around his head, subconsciously, you didn't know if you wanted to keep him there or to push him off, really.
well, usually when it came to your usual love-making activities, he'd say foreplay is his favorite because he'll end up forgetting to fuck you with his dick when you taste so good on his tongue instead.
even when it came to kissing up your thighs, what can i say, he's one (im)patient man!
"nnnha! 'jin... w— wait... haahn s- slow down!" muttering under your breath, it was one of the factors that made enjin the munch he is for you, your hands buried in his hair while you continued to bury his mouth deeper into your folds, his nose bumps into your sensitive clit every now and then.
your brows furrowed, his hands squeeze your thighs—a quiet way of telling you to stop squirming.
"keep those pretty eyes open f'me, sweet..." mumbling into your cunt, darker hues becloud your cheeks, it was adorable how badly you were struggling in his hands, enjin's indurated fingertips rubbed small circles onto the soft plush of each thigh; tonguefucking a person as cute as you were probably had to be one of the best feelings out there.
"mmnf enjin please, t'much..." face being buried so deep in your pussy, he loved the way you tasted in his mouth, if you'd let him, he would stay between your soft thighs. your pulse quickened when the musk continued to fall off your forehead; licking long stripes up your slit to see the way your back would arch so undeniably,
he could hear the gasp for air in shock from you, only ever briefly removing his mouth to place lust-filled kisses and bites on your inner thighs. your spine continues to shudder, it was mean how your vision was so blurred. drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth, your grasp on his hair only clenches.
a shaky exhale leaves you, his tongue only slurps and sucks at your sweet clit with urgency, the pressure building up again right below your stomach, making you groan again; aching at how close you were again, your eyes widen before you shut them, almost not wanting to feel the rush of bliss again.
"mmm... y're close, arenf't ya," it's sick how easily enjin could tonguefuck you, how easily he could get you to come on his mouth, he could only tell by your breathing fragments that you were slowly starting to reach your peak, a small tear slips past your eyelid.
your heart beats rapidly, nearly out your chest, his arms tighten around your waist and brings your hips as close as possible;
you didn't even know really where to place your palms, yet all of a sudden your body's tension suddenly snapped, "fuckin' come, sweet! come on my tongue!"
was all you heard until your juices gushed into his mouth, flashes of white spark behind your eyes when your fourth orgasm peaks—it's alarming how fast you would cave into the pleasure he could give you.
you always joked to your boyfriend tamsy that he should tie you up so he could tease your body while you resist against the blue thread... it wasn't a bad idea, you mentioned it months ago, is it a crime he wanted to keep that in mind?
not really.
the mission felt like a fresh breath of air for those who've been looking for a hard case that was actually easy.
so edging you with adorable little kitten licks while his vital instrument kept your legs apart, blue rope securely keeping your thighs nicely sprawled open for him while cold air gives more attention to you than his tongue does :(
cold ghost touches trace your legs up and down, enough to make you shiver at how carefully he'd watch your face for any of the adorable reactions you had.
despite it showing on his face, he still had the need to hide his clear interest in pleasing you by teasing you for almost way too long...
"n- nngh!" you shut your eyes almost immediately before your lashes flutter open again, with disappointment clear in your face. "tamsy! are you even gonna... ahh start? if not i could just- whhaa!"
you voice cracked uncharacteristically when he dove his tongue into your cunt, now casually making out with your sweet clit; moving a hand to slip a finger inside your warm, soppy entrance. now it was your turn in wanting to hide what you actually feel like!
"mmmn, tastes s'much nicerf th... mmhaa- than i th- thought." his voice vibrates your cunt with a certain softness to it, your fingers thread into his hair while your hips rock themselves into his mouth.
it's an addiction, an urge you could say, for tamsy to move his mouth, working his tongue in your hole. but before you could even think to form a response, his thumb is rubbing nicely up against your swollen clit.
making your breath hitch, eyebrows knit, and pull his hair.
tamsy wasn't even one to be really vocal necessarily, but you made it hard to not when you'd squirm whenever the pulses of his words were echo into your whole being, small and noticeable shivers run up and down your spine. nodding frantically under intoxication, breathy moans that fell desperate on your tongue,
a fist of his hair in your balled palm was all he needed to see how need y you were, especially when you had the great idea of pushing his face even deeper inside you. tasting parts no one else has ever touched...
another thing he favored a lot when eating you out was your skin being squished by the rope, watching your soft thighs spill around the rope that kept you spread made his own eyes roll back,
his one hand on your thigh keeps a strong grip, locking you onto his mouth and bringing you as close as he could.
well... i'd have something funny he'd say here but really, he can't speak from how good you taste.
you feared to be around your boss, corvus, whenever something hadn't exactly gone to plan. it succeeds but at the cost of his team? most importantly: you, his secretary. it hurt him to see that the person who had plead loyalty and allegiance to him and the cleaners for as long as forever...
to see you being touched by someone that wasn't him on a mission that required you both to fake being a couple at a certain event.
he couldn't take it.
so here he was, the corvus of the cleaners, rapidly lapping at your adorably aroused, wet slit. your thighs sit nicely over his shoulders while he effortlessly lifts your lower body to be able to kiss every part. big hands resting on each side of your thigh,
you were spreading your folds for him, barely one eye open when you take peeks at the man you've been calling boss most of your time with him hungrily eat you out with a fucking passion. it was hard to tell if he was kissing or slurping, but there's one thing you knew,
and it's that he ravished you.
"f- uuckk... s- sir, pleasef— slow do... haah!"
your words die out completely when you let out an audible gasp, your hands flies to his head to push him in deeper; you could both feel and hear clearly that the pace he set suddenly accelerated. wait... you don't think he has a...
he removes his mouth from your cunt briefly, a clean 'pop!' sound echoes fast as he gives you another hungry stare, "say that again."
warm breath falling against your climax-ridden pussy, your face was flushed with dark hues, matching your squirming behavior as you remain flustered and frozen.
"i... huh?" you barely had a moment to think before he slipped two cold, and unnerving digits into your entrance, "ahhngh!"
"i want you to say it again. call me sir, sweetheart."
hardly being able to gather your thoughts properly, you blink through the strong vanilla scent he had helped you get for the occasion earlier.
jolts of electricity ran up your spine when he continues to grind his long fingers against your g-spot, making your back arch onto them, your mouth agape with a scarce sound out your mouth. squeezing around his digits wasn't helping your case at all either,
"go on, ask me to keep going."
you can only give an eager nod as you tried your best to even come up with the courage to speak, "mmn... sir?" god he could feel a twitch in his pants hearing your voice call out to him like that.
"can you.. ngh- please keep eating me o- out...?"
there are so many times he had wished he could just pull you aside and ease the tension in you. so many different situations, and now when he finally gets the satisfaction... is it so bad a man wants to please what's his when they've been so good for him all these years?
his loyal secretary.
his.
"nngh- ahh cor- s'good..." tears started to build up in the edges of your eyes, same beautiful eyes you'd use to ensure the cleaners stayed as diligent and disciplined while he wasn't there... now they're awestruck at the mess you made on his mouth.
your high almost immediately comes back, heat pooling just as much as it did earlier... was it his delirious pacing with his tongue? or maybe...
it was the way one hand would stay on your thigh to keep you stable, while the other would press a hand on your lower stomach. harshly might i add.
you could feel your jaw almost drop, a small drop of drool starting to dribble out your mouth while your legs jerk involuntarily, you don't know where to place your hands until—
a snap of electricity shocks your whole body, you barely even let out a cry of pleasure from how good it felt, hearing corvus swallow up your gushing juices only made it feel even better.
it was only the overstimulation that he continued to cause using his tongue while you were still trying your best to recovery from the heaven-sent orgasm he had just launched into you without even using his cock.
He always says he is not a jealous person, that he fully trusts you and that jealousy is stupid, because "all you do is show how little trust you have in your partner, right? I trust you completely and I will never be jealous of you."
But when it happens, Follo feels like his insides are burning.
A guy from a village they had received an emergency call from to clean up a Trash Beast that had crossed the secured perimeters. Follo had taken care of evacuating the nearby people so you could eliminate the beast with your powerful Jinki and your abilities as a Giver. Follo admired you and loved you. Even though he had not managed to become a Giver yet, he knew he would soon turn into one and would be able to fight by your side and protect you.
He was so mesmerized watching you from a distance that he did not notice that, apparently, he was not the only one who thought that way.
"Man, that is incredible. You are her coworker, right? What is her name? She is incredibly attractive."
"Huh?" he asked, confused, looking at the man speaking to him, a guy around twenty years old, incredibly handsome.
When you approached to ask about the condition of the evacuees, the guy did not hesitate to walk up to you and start bombarding you with questions. "Where are you from?" "What is your name?" "What is your Jinki?" He even went as far as saying "You are very beautiful."
Follo did nothing but tighten his grip on his hammer as he watched both of you. You laughed a little nervously while the guy openly flirted with you right in front of him. He could feel the anger building up in his veins. There was no doubt about it. Follo was jealous. Who did that perfect guy think he was? Obviously he was more attractive than him, even stronger, and maybe he actually had what it took to become a Giver, unlike Follo. Bah, what did that matter? Follo loves you and knows that you love him, but that guy was getting on his nerves and he was sure that at any moment he was going to lift his hammer and land a blow on his pretty face and...
"Follo." Gris's paternal voice pulled him out of his thoughts as a heavy hand rested on his shoulder. "Are you alright? You seem tense."
"Me?" Follo quickly looked in your direction. You were watching him with some concern as you walked toward him, leaving the guy talking to himself until he realized he was being ignored, then he turned around and left. "Yeah, I just... I just need a little space."
He turned around quickly and walked a few steps in the opposite direction until he was far enough from the crowd of villagers.
How could he allow himself to feel jealous? That was a disgrace against his own ideals. He fully trusted you. He could not get jealous over some random guy... but what if that guy was better for you than he could ever be?
"Follo?" Your sweet voice pulled him out of his thoughts instantly.
Follo looked at you, slightly stunned for a second, as if he had not expected to see you there. He frowned faintly, more uncomfortable with himself than with you.
"Do you need something?" he replied, a bit more curt than usual.
You blinked, slightly surprised by his tone.
"I just wanted to know if you are okay. You left suddenly."
There was a long silence before anyone spoke. Follo clenched his jaw. He did not want to say it. He did not even want to admit it.
"...I am fine."
That was all he managed to say, which was a blatant lie, and you knew it.
"Follo." Your voice was softer this time, yet firmer. "Did something bother you?"
Follo looked away, fixing his gaze on the ground for a few seconds, as if weighing every word before saying it. His grip on the hammer tightened again.
"...I do not like it."
"What thing?"
"...That guy."
There was a brief silence.
"Because he flirted with me?"
"...Because he did it in front of me," he corrected immediately, almost defensive. "And because he acted like he had the right to... and because I did not like the way he was looking at you."
His voice dropped slightly at the end.
It was not exactly a confession of jealousy. He would not put it that way.
But it was.
You stepped a little closer.
"Follo... are you jealous?"
He looked at you sharply, frowning.
"No."
Too fast.
"...I am not jealous."
A pause.
"...But that does not mean I have to tolerate some idiot disrespecting you."
You crossed your arms, tilting your head.
"Disrespecting me... or bothering you?"
Silence again. Follo opened his mouth to answer... and then closed it.
His shoulders dropped slightly.
"...Both." He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Because I do not like the idea of someone else thinking they can approach you like that."
His voice turned lower, more honest.
"...Nor that you could... prefer someone like that."
You softened instantly, looking at him with those eyes full of love that were reserved only for him.
"Follo... look at me."
When he did not dare to do it, you stepped closer and gently held his face in your hands with a soft smile.
"I chose you."
Follo's grip on the hammer finally relaxed.
"I know... I just... I do not like sharing what is mine."
He paused for a second, frowning.
"...That sounded worse than I meant it to."
But you did not pull away. You simply laughed softly as you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
(Inspired by a scene from the novel and manga adaptation"No longer Human")
Follo crept quietly to your room, making sure to scope out each hallway carefully. He'd just finished dinner and managed to slip away from the bustling chaos of the dinner hall. Rudo wincing at the taste of vegetables whilst Riyo, Tomme, and Enjin teased him about it. Delmon shouting about the food, only to be loudly scolded by Tamsy. And many other cleaners gossiping and chattering about the recent missions. It was all so homely.
And yet, Follo's mind wandered to a different place. To you. To the events that would take place in the very room you'd always invited him into.
He knocks quietly on your door, praying you weren't still bathing. The knob squeaked softly, raising Follo's anticipation. You peak out through the cracked door, one hand clawing the chest of your oversized robe. Sphere above, he missed you.
"Ready?" You ask quietly, your voice laced in something determined. He nods with a soft "yeah", prompting you to let him in. As he does, he eyes the familiar set up. The familiar easel, the soft, slightly worn couch facing the canvas, and the small, pushed chair you'd set up just for him.
Your room had that fresh scent he'd come acquainted with as well. A mixture of clean soap and something sweet and soft. It was so pleasant, so calming.
He swivels himself to the sound of your footsteps, becoming more antsy by the second. He watches your hands carefully loosen the grasp on your robe, almost letting it fall open.
"Same as last time. Take all of the details of my body into account, okay?" You instruct, finally letting the soft fabric drop from your careful grasp. "To make it easier, I'll remove the robe. Remember, take everything into account."
Follo sucks in a breath as the garment slips down your shoulders and arms. You both take your seats on your respective sides of the blank canvas. Despite all the things you made him feel, he was focused. Focused on making you look as good as you always have. Focused on every curve and fold of your body. Every mole and birth mark you harbored. Every scar and imperfection you fostered. All of it.
The pencil hits the canvas and you tilt your head at his intense gaze. You notice how he has yet to adjust your pose. Just deep concentration.
"Where are you starting this time?" You inquire as you eye his furrowed brows. He leans past the canvas, almost nervous to answer.
"Your... um..." he hesitates, already anticipating the judgmental tone you may have. "Your... chest..." You quirk an eyebrow.
"How come?" You ask, tone staying consistent. His words continue to vacillate.
"It... it's the easiest part... to start your face with... I think." He breathes out shakily. "I-is that... bad?" He craved was the satisfaction of his beloved artist. It was unmistakably evident. Sphere above, what he'd do to hear you say-
"Not at all. You're doing great." You smile, sensing the eased worry in the air. Follo's heart flutters. He loved you. Loved you so much. He loved how you treated him so nicely, despite his strange quirks. So judgment free, so perfect.
As time goes on, Follo finishes the sketch of you. You were patient, making casual conversation as if you weren't the most ethereal person he'd ever seen. He sets the pencil down, the wood making a light clanking sound. He hoped you'd like this one.
You get up from the position, stretching your limbs. He watched the way your skin practically glowed. You lean in close, eyes locked onto the sketch you yourself. The pose you picked, the soft curve of your body and skin, and even the way your hair appeared slightly imperfect. This was his best one yet.
"How do you think you did?" You softly ask, eyes not moving away from the portrait. He meagerly squints his eyes at the drawing, eyes catching something he somehow missed.
"Good... mostly.." he says, almost in a whisper. "I think I could done better with your stomach. I tried really hard but I don't think I got it right..." he grumbles the last part, head lowered in defeat. A hand makes its way to his back, rubbing it gently.
"Trial and error, Follo. Don't be so hard, you did wonderfully." You praise, hand moving up to his shoulder. "This is your best one."
A blush drags itself along his cheeks. That praise from you truly did something to him.
"Since you did so well, it wanna reward you~." You purr, your hand moving to caress his thigh. "Will you let me show you my appreciation, dear Follo~?" He squeaks out a small "yes please!" Before allowing you full access to him. Perhaps he should have this one framed.
drabble hc idk wtf to call it but giving enjin sloppy head while he recovers in the hospital and he can’t get even look down at you bc of the neck brace
imagine being so fucking mad at enjin for almost dying. like you genuinely get it why he did it and still—
“have you even thought about me?” you snap at him while he lays there.
neck brace, eyes heavily lidded and some rest smoke curling from his lips. “babe—“
“no. don’t babe me. i’m so mad.”
then because it absolutely makes sense you push the blanket down. enjin’s dick twitches already, because his dick knows you better than enjin actually does 🙂↕️
you sneer before spitting right onto his cock. a fat glob of spit running down his length and that man is whimpering. he actually tries to escape you, like he has any chance against your greedy mouth.
you swallow him, gag, drool and suck him with the precision of an assassin. man’s done. whimpering. drooling too. eyes rolled back. eyes at the ceiling, because he can’t look down. he can’t see your beautiful face being stuffed, because of that dumb neck brace.
kills him on the inside. is also the hottest thing ever. but then he hears your little sob, because you had been so terrified of losing him and he reaches down blindly. his big hand engulfs your face, caressing your cheek as you still bob up and down on his shaft.
enjin cums so pathetically fast and when you pull back he’s greeted with the sight of your red cried eyes and some cum that splattered against your lips.
fuck fuck fuck. he needs to kiss you and promise sweet nothings and just hold you. but then you just disappear, leaving him with the blanket pushed back and his spit covered dick hanging out.
꒰ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⋮ 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ⸝⸝ fem reader, MANGA SPOILERS, soft angst, lots of emotions, sorta comfort, enjin being so stubborn, mentions of smoking, fear of loss, established relationship, fluff at the end, soft arguments, reassurance, happy ending ofc — wc: 255 — masterlist ୨୧
the morning everyone was preparing to leave for the doll festival, you were already dressed in your outfit made from august with your bag slung over your shoulder, standing near the entrance while the other cleaners finished gathering their things.
it was supposed to be another mission you would take alongside enjin, nothing out of the ordinary, until the headquarters doors suddenly burst open and several cleaners rushed inside carrying one of their own.
the cleaner had returned from an earlier mission covered in deep wounds after a trash beast destroyed their group, blood soaking through the bandages wrapped around their body as the infirmary immediately.
because almost every available cleaner had already been assigned to the doll festival event, headquarters was left painfully short staffed. the medical team was scrambling to keep up, supplies needed to be organized, and there weren't enough people left to help transport equipment or assist with the injured.
you stepped forward anyway, insisting someone else could stay behind instead, but corvus quietly stopped you before you could take another step.
"i know you want to go," he said in his usual calm voice while helping the injured cleaner onto a bed, "but right now, everyone here needs another pair of hands. if we send you too, there won't be enough people left to keep headquarters running."
you frowned immediately, already shaking your head before he had even finished speaking. "but enjin—"
"he will be fine," corvus interrupted gently, giving you a reassuring look. "he has the others with him. i need you here." before you could argue again, enjin walked over with that familiar relaxed smile, casually resting a hand on top of your head. "don't make that face," he laughed quietly.
"i'm not going anywhere. we'll finish the event, you'll keep things together here, and before you know it we'll all be back complaining about the paperwork." you wanted to believe him.
you really did.
so with a heavy heart, you watched everyone leave without you, telling yourself it was only one mission and that there would be plenty more after this one.
the first day passed without much news, then the second, then the third, and with every report that arrived, the atmosphere inside headquarters only became heavier.
what had started as a simple event into the doll festival had turned into something much bigger than anyone expected. more injured cleaners began or disappeared returning one after another, each looking worse than the last, speaking about strange watchman series objects, battles breaking out across the festival grounds, and enemies far stronger than they had prepared for.
every time someone walked through those doors, your heart jumped into your throat, silently praying it wouldn't be enjin lying unconscious on a stretcher.
then someone mentioned he had used time walk. another cleaner quietly admitted he had pushed himself so far that nobody knew if he was going to survive. after hearing those words, it became impossible to focus.
your hands kept moving out of habit, carrying materials, changing bandages, helping wherever you could, but your thoughts never left him. all you could do was wonder if things would've been different had you ignored corvus and gone anyway.
maybe you could've stood beside him. maybe you could've helped carry some of the burden. maybe he wouldn't have had to push himself so far.
the moment headquarters finally announced the operation was over, you didn't wait for another word.
you were already halfway down the hallway toward the recovery room before anyone even realized you were gone, your footsteps echoing through the building as your heart pounded so hard it almost hurt.
your hand hovered outside his room for only a second before you slowly pushed the door open, barely trusting your own voice.
"...enjin?" the room was quiet, sunlight spilling through the window, and there he was, sitting against the hospital bed wrapped in layers of fresh bandages, his face noticeably paler than usual with dark circles beneath his eyes, but alive.
completely, undeniably alive. relief crashed into you so suddenly your vision blurred with tears before you even realized you were crying.
for a brief moment you simply stood there, letting yourself believe he was really okay. then your eyes drifted lower, landing on the cigarette resting so casually between his fingers, smoke lazily curling toward the ceiling as though he hadn't nearly died only days earlier.
you stared at it for several long seconds, almost convinced you had imagined it, before your expression quickly shifted from relief to complete disbelief. "...are you actually serious?" your voice cracked, making enjin glance up with the same easy smile he'd always worn.
"oh, you're finally—" he never got to finish. you crossed the room in only a few steps, pulled the cigarette straight from his fingers, and crushed it into the ashtray beside the bed hard enough that ash scattered across the table.
"what is wrong with you?" you snapped, your voice shaking with anger. "you're recovering!" enjin blinked at the now ruined cigarette before rubbing the back of his neck with an awkward laugh.
"...thought one wouldn't hurt." you stared at him as though he'd completely lost his mind. "one wouldn't hurt?" you repeated, unable to believe what you were hearing.
"you almost died, enjin! everyone kept telling me how bad it was, how nobody knew if you were even going to wake up, and the first thing i see when i finally get here is you smoking like nothing happened!"
the room suddenly became quiet, and just as quickly as your anger had exploded, it disappeared beneath the weight of everything you'd been carrying inside.
your shoulders trembled, your breathing became uneven, and before you could stop yourself, tears spilled freely down your cheeks.
"...you're so stupid," you whispered, though there wasn't an ounce of hatred behind the words. you slowly reached forward, carefully grabbing the front of his hospital gown without putting any pressure on the bandages underneath.
"...i was so scared." your voice cracked so badly you almost didn't recognize it.
"i stayed because headquarters needed me... because corvus said there weren't enough people left after that cleaner came back injured... and i kept telling myself you'd come home like you always do."
another sob escaped before you could swallow it back. "then people started saying you pushed yourself too far... that you almost didn't make it..."
your forehead rested gently against his shoulder as your grip on his gown tightened just enough for him to feel it.
"...all i could think about was what if i never got to see you again." your words came out quieter now, almost breaking apart between each breath.
"i know this is our job. i know every mission is dangerous. i know one day one of us might not come back..." you squeezed your eyes shut, another tear slipping down your cheek.
"...but i don't want that day to be you. i don't want to lose you, enjin."
for once, enjin didn't smile, didn't laugh, and didn't try to brush your worries away with one of his usual jokes.
his expression softened into something gentle as he carefully reached over, ignoring the ache running through his body just to rest his hand over yours. "...i'm sorry," he murmured quietly.
you immediately shook your head before looking up at him through tear-filled eyes. "don't apologize," you whispered, wiping your face with the sleeve of your shirt. "...just promise me you'll stop doing things that make me think i'm going to lose you."
enjin glanced toward the crushed cigarette sitting in the ashtray before letting out a small sigh through his nose, the corner of his mouth lifting into the faintest smile.
"...guess i'm done with those." you sniffled, narrowing your watery eyes at him. "...you better be." a quiet laugh escaped him, weaker than usual but still enough to make your chest loosen for the first time in days.
"...yes, ma'am." despite everything, you couldn't help letting out a small laugh through your tears before carefully wrapping your arms around him, holding him as gently as you could as though he might fall apart if you squeezed too hard.
enjin rested his chin lightly against the top of your head, one hand slowly rubbing your back while the room settled into silence.
neither of you needed to say anything else. after days of wondering if you'd ever get to see him again, feeling his heartbeat beneath your hands was enough.
hello!! could you potentially write a smutfic of qifrey x reader who is a shy witch whose had a crush on qifrey ever since they were kids, but never had the courage to talk to him? and they meet up again in kahln where reader works some form of witchy job (you can pick!!), and they get closer and eventually have sex? (also if reader could be kinda chubby and a bit body shy that'd be great bc i need to relate to something rn 😔). have a super amazing day/night!!
TWO TANGERINES, TWO BRUSHBUDDIES! — qifrey x gn! afab! reader
ʚ♡ɞฺ main m.list ྀིᨯ — content. nsfw & 18+ content ahead, childhood bsfs -> lovers, afab! reader -> NO GENDERED PETNAMES/PRONOUNS USED, yes theres plot. just check word count. praise kink (character receiving), still more dom! qifrey though, switch! reader in a way ??? missionary against a bookshelf, mating press, sorry cliffhanger ending LOL, dacryphilia if u rly nitpick, a lot of this is just plot im sorry im willing to give a part two yo
m note: i dont have that much to say :^
synopsis: little do you know he's always noticed, a certain cat had both your tongues a hold... probably.
wc: 8.5k words. god.
little does he know, the love of qifrey's life is right under his nose!
when coming to kahln, you didn't expect too much, you weren't an overtly good witch, but you weren't exactly bad. you had always liked the idea of making your own little crafts from scratch, no spells involved.
charms, decor, earrings, quills, everything a witch could dream of would be bedazzled. wreathed and beaded into the very mold you waned your style to become.
was it... a little pathetic to say you still kept that stupid little 'class' photo in the pendant over your heart?
you shrugged it off, the feeling of it all was weird. anyway.
the sun was high in the sky, the talks, words of whisper, the bustling crowds were the type of loud you always relaxed in. opening your little stall up that attached to the front of your store, your own little brushbuddy, kaelena, happily swirled himself around your neck.
not too long ago you were invited by a few of your own friends to work at an event for that day. one that was held at your usual place of work anyways, a toothy little grin on your best friend says all kinds of witches will come by.
"w- what?! i.. uhh, i mean what?" you snap out of your trace when you see her wiggling her eyebrows at you, basically bouncing over to your side, nudging your shoulder. "come on! think about it, who else would be in y-" "aha! okay! all kinds of witches will be there guys!"
waving off her cut off sentence into the air, your leg starts to bounce as you stare down into your lap. they had been discussing the details of how the program in the event would be, how this would highlight all kind of underrated witches alike,
but now all you could think of was being able to see... him again.
qifrey.
before you can flashback or anything, kaelena brushes against your cheek, his soft fur making you pop back into reality once more, the meeting is over, your best friend had already dismissed everyone and is clearly walking back over to your side.
striding over proudly, she takes a seat beside you, "so...?"
now it's your turn to raise an eyebrow, taking off your pointed cap and placing it on the table, kaelena happily taking his place atop your head, emptying the hat of any dirt or mess inside, you shook it aggressively until your best friend groaned,
"come on! this might be the chance to see this white-haired knight in shining armor again!"
you felt the heat travelling up your neck already, "pfft... wh... what? shining armor... knight? haha who would ever think tha- hey!" shock drives up your spine when her hand reaches into your pocket, pulling out a small photo of the same one in your necklace.
grasping said necklace, you look away in embarrassment. her eyebrow raises with a small pout forming, "this is your chance! come on!" a playful shove was sent to your shoulder once more,
making you wince before taking the photo from her hand swiftly. holding it close to your heart before getting up. kaelena snakes himself back around your neck as you put your hat back on.
you could already feel more waves of tease prickle your skin when your best friend is already telling you bye.
"do you think we'll see him, kae?"
your brushbuddy only nuzzled into your cheek, making you giggle as you finally retreated inside your cozy shop. the scent of books, and feathers is spread around the small two-floor shop you had bought not too long ago.
the old parchment stuffed on top of the shelves, the flowers you had set aside, it's almost time you renew them soon... your fingers brushed against the literature you've been trusted to sell,
quickly checking over the pens or 'wands' as the kids like to call them nearby.
all of them were intricately designed by yourself, you had picked one up, the very first design that struck the market like stars to the sky. you couldn't help but smile, running the pads of your fingers over the sculpting you had worked so hard to make.
you shake off the nostalgia as you put it back into its container. sitting back into the receptionist chair- a.k.a. your workspace. already having another charm in mind; you already are picking up your tools as kaelena hops off your shoulder,
sitting in his fluffy little bed made by yours truly, you run a hand over his little fur body before letting out a heavy breath.
around thirty minutes later, you had already had a new design ready, stretching to get up and look outside, you first woke kae up from his nap, groggily he lets out an adorable little sound before getting back up on the perch of his shoulders
once the ropes outside were cut, you could hear the faint footsteps of witches from all steps of life, young and old, experienced and newbies, all looking at what humane creativity could offer.
poking your head out your door, you decide to let kaelena down by the little stall in front attached to your shop, kaelena fixing up the things. opening the little glass display case from behind, the pens, the charms, customized notepads, etcetera.
placing weekly's best out front on top of the container, a small hum shared between the both of you before you flip the sign to tell people your boutique was open.
"just ring the bell if you need my help, 'kay?"
you pat your brushbuddy's head before heading back inside, taking a look at one of the literature you had taken in to sell, helping out up-and-coming authors had always been your thing.
but before you knew it, the bell had already rang, making you sigh, it's time to get back to business.
walking back outside, you sit by kaelena as you help out a customer, introducing them to all the products in your store.
it had been a few hours when you had kaelena sneak back into the store to oversee the insides. you had taught him not too long ago to help customers check out a few items too! so no worries, you both could switch with each other all the time.
and finally it hit nighttime, you had gotten a lot of things sold today. you didn't realize how much of a hit it would be here in kahln out of all days,
"kae... come on, let's go have dinner. can you go get that sign? the one that says we're on break?" you closed your eyes, just to get a bit of rest.
as your brushbuddy bounced off his feet towards the staff only room of your shop, you wait quietly outside when someone comes by.
"hello, are these still for sale?"
a familiar voice echoed into your ears, one tone yet many footsteps, you first had your gaze focused downwards, opening your eyes as they focused, four small witches. one purple, one yellow, one blue, and one pink.
you blinked before looking at what was in the man's palm, it was an intricate design of pen, four different variants, seemingly all catered to each girl.
"i'm... umm, about to go and take a break b- but i suppose i could sell them to you." you turn around to help them check out before accidentally bumping your foot into kaelena.
"oh, sorry kae! here we go!" you pick up your little friend before placing him on the table outside with the sign. you want to turn your head to apologize before you feel your breath hitch in your throat;
gasping audibly before you made eye contact.
qifrey?
what was he doing here?!
your heartbeat almost spikes in a snap, you feel it basically thumping out your chest. your throat dry when you finally mustered up the courage to talk.
your voice turned small as you quickly entered into the shop, weakly holding the door open for the five of them to enter as you got behind the reception.
you had brushed your hand against his when taking the pens from him, did he recognize you?
did he feel that warmth too?
ack! don't think about it!
be cool!
you shook off as much as you could when you finally took in the mind to change, placing the coins onto his palm, you looked back up again at him. clear shyness covering the veil in your eyes,
"h- here you go. is there um... anything else i can help you with?"
"can we get this too?" richeh butting in to your conversation, she places a big book onto the counter, you stand up to look over your barely manageable makeshift register, a title you remembered placing onto the shelves not too long ago,
"oh, 'severed ties, tighter knots'. that's a good one, although i have to warn you it's a little explicit with its fights."
"that's okay. just a little, right?"
your nerves had completely calmed, you had never felt happier to assist a customer, as per usual.
you smiled, relaxing as you nodded.
"you can have it for free, it's on me." pushing the piece of literature towards her, richeh's eyes widened in surprise, almost as if she had a tail and it wagged!
"please, add it to our bill, i insist, [name]." hearing qifrey's words, your eyes widen when you move your gaze from her to him. blinking a few times as if you couldn't believe it, he... remembered your name?
you shook your head, an immediate no. "you... you remember me?"
an infectious smile covered his face, it wasn't an odd sight but it definitely spread to you. "of course i do, how has it been? go ahead and look around girls, i'll pay for any books." the four girls nod and split into pairs as they explore your boutique.
"qifrey... it's really been ah... a while..." scratching the back of your neck awkwardly before going to find a bag to place his items in. bending down momentarily to check underneath the counter,
"certainly... mmmn, it has.. you've really... grown." the pauses in his statement had you flustered, you could feel the blush run up your neck once more. god you had just gotten it to go away!
without you knowing, the girls hung around the second floor to discuss a few things. all four of them side-by-side and observing the meet-cute happening below them. "is master qifrey really checking them out right now?"
tetia breaks the shared silence between each other, leaning against the wooden railings as she tilts her head. "do you even know what that means, tetia?" agott adds on to her sudden statement, a raised eyebrow as she takes her place to her left.
coco follows quickly behind, staying on agott's left before quietly listening. richeh quickly joins them as their own little brushbuddy climbs to the top of her head. "so we might have a co-master?"
"aw! i wouldn't mind! they seem really nice..." a serene yet cheery smile settled on all their faces, all equipped with a book each, they all sticking a different genre so they could switch if ever they got bored. before they could continue to head down back the stairs, agott stops them in their tracks.
almost tumbling into each other like a bunch of dominoes, her arm keeps them all stable, each head peeking over the descending handrail of the staircase. you hadn't noticed the different colored heads looking at you from not-so far away,
you had almost been a little too distracted from bagging his order, well... someone is a little preoccupied with catching up with an old friend, that's certain. so certain—kaelena is convinced you had completely forgotten about dinner—he knows you like this qif... something guy but your best friend is getting hungry!
coming through his own little custom door, a small circle that he could enter through if ever you might've forgotten your keys inside the stall, kaelena hops in and manages to catch a glimpse of you laughing it up with mister jokester over here.
no way he was that funny!
you can feel a small bump into your ankle, making you pause suddenly as your blinks settled downwards, oh kaelena. god you had completely forgotten you had left him outside!
"kae! oh my wo—i am so sorry! i got caught up with- okay, okay okayokayokay! sorry! i promise i'll get you all the treats you want, okay? allll the treats."
okay, maybe not all... but you'll find a way to make it up to your favorite brushbuddy.
little do you know that your favorite brushbuddy has found his. climbing up your body was an easy feat, he had always done it, it was his way of 'getting around town' in a way, perched onto your shoulder like an eagle finding its prey alongside its flo—
now its his turn for his heartbeat to hitch.
you hear a small choked noise from kaelena before he settled into your hair, curling his face into the back of your nape and the rest of his little body in your hair.
you just raise an eyebrow before shaking it off.
"why are you guys here anyways? i'm assuming those lovely girls were your apprentices, yes?" you manage out, your hair doing juuust enough to cover the clear flushed hues that covered the tips of your ears.
qifrey hums as he inspects the other products that stand idly on the reception table, smiling a little. nothing was more attractive than passion, that's for sure. "hmm? well, they've been working hard, so i thought they could use the break. besides, i don't want them to only be reading about spells, literature is just as important."
you sigh and nod frantically, "you really can't be more agreeable!" another rush of warmth could be felt now going up your jaw, it was nice to feel like this again, that's something you could admit. but what really caught his eye was how well the little tangerine tree on your desk grew,
bending down to get on eye-level with the gorgeous plant, his fingers brushed against the leaves gently, "you like tangerines? i could give you guys a few. this is just one of the younger plants i have," you lower yourself to lean against the table and lightly poke at one of the fruits that have recently ripened.
you could feel kaelena poke his head out shyly from your hair, "i know you're hungry, i'm working on it."
"ah, well, don't let us take up any more of your time," getting back up, he straightens the collar of his clothing before signaling the girls to come forward with their books. "oh don't worry! you aren't interrupting anything! shopkeepers are just recommended to eat now rather than later since there's still an event going on for visitors."
each girl places a book on the table, making you grab another bag,
qifrey's always noticed you, he's much more surprised that you have never caught onto the clear magnet-like effect you have on him, thinks its adorable in his head.
watching you interact with his girls now reminds him of you, him, and olly all those years ago.
back when his heart first felt like it blossomed.
you three had been out shopping for a proper pen for a while now, it was starting to get tiring with how it seemed like no wand was fit for your hands. you had been mopey all day, and the two young boys that trailed behind you had no idea on how to cheer you up,
it was one thing for you to not talk too much, but to be sad and not want to open up to your friends?
they were out of ideas ever since you even rejected eating your favorite food.
the sun started to lay low, and your head was pounding from all the walking you had been doing, it wasn't enough that you were already just dragging yourself along the pavement of kahln.
not a single pen fit you.
what kind of witch doesn't have a pen?
you could feel another wave of sadness above to hit you, small tears welling up in your eyes. olruggio just pat your back before splitting up from the two of you guys to go get food, at the very least while they help you look for a proper wand—you could recharge.
not long after he left, you had suddenly crashed onto qifrey. your head landing on his shoulder, almost slipping off if it weren't for his strength and his reaction time; quickly finding a small secluded spot for you to rest in.
finding a slightly abandoned part of the city, he had been carrying you on his back for while, placing you down gently onto the bench so he can take a seat beside you.
letting out a huff of relief through his nose, qifrey's gaze moves back to you, analyzing you in a way—his eyes moved over your tired figure, why would it be hard for such a talented witch like you to find something that fits them...
thinking long and hard, he had stared off into the empty display case of a shop that had closed down a few years ago. they were known for amazing 'normal people food' imitation, their eclaires tasted heavenly, that was one thing,
but he didn't just choose to be here for how vacant it was, but it was because this was the first time he had heard you speak—the first time you had actually smiled in front of him—the first time he had made anyone smile.
even current day, qifrey still wonders why they closed down... they made many people happy with their delicious treats.
well that wasn't a question for now,
not when it was now the saddest he's ever seen you.
too busy wondering how to make you happy again, qifrey hadn't noticed how your lashes fluttered open, almost shining even. now the twilight hues took their shift, slowly phasing the sky into the night, you were dazedly looking at the face he made when he thought.
it was cute, you thought to yourself.
his eyes felt sharp, that's how he always was, he had always been trying to figure out the problem, his lip would twitch a little too, every now and then.
you'd never point it out though, no, not when you had too much being risked.
"oh, you're awake." quietly stating, his usual tone a little smaller in order to adjust to the state you're in when just waking up. you simply hum in acknowledgement, fearing your voice might crack if you speak now—oh god don't think about it, and it won't happen! now you're bound to—
"are you feeling better?"
clearing your throat to speak, "b- better."
you swear you could see the corner of his mouth quirk, not wanting to recognize it, not for his sake, but for your own.
"do you have any idea on what you want for a pen?" his head turns to you, qifrey nudges you a little bit to snap you out of your trance. your mouth is agape thinking of words to say before stopping to think,
bringing up a hand of your own, your thumb and index fingers to think properly, "i mean... they just don't—they don't have what i need." you had always mentioned on a lot of pens, it felt uncomfortable, what's the point of a fancy design if it has no actual use?
"hmm, you said you and your mother liked to do wood crafts, or designs that are similar, yes?"
you sighed almost dreamily, humming. "yes, why?"
"how about you make your own? i'm sure a lot of people feel the same as you do."
...
"oh, wow... that's a great pick! i'm surprised you girls found them so quickly." leaning your cheek onto the closed fist, your free hand inspecting the summary of the literature on the back: 'the whistle of the fourty-second rosethorn'.
it was a book about a trio of teenagers who wanted to find the meaning behind life before realizing that it's always been the journey that's meant the most.
"okay, let me guess your names! qifrey told me but didn't say which—"
off to the side, he watched you like an arcadian, it wasn't really the dangerous kind of silence, more tranquil because it seemed like he had finally set a goal onto something.
it felt like there was something more to the life he's been leading to so far—
now he was watching one of his old childhood crushes interact with his qiflings.
it was nice to see you smile so much more brightly now, well, now that you've gotten the chance to make the witch world ever so slightly easier for those who want to join. it felt contagious when you'd laugh so... enchantingly as you did,
he couldn't help but hide his smile behind his collar momentarily.
how could you be so breathtakingly and blissfully ignorant about your own beauty...
it was a hard feeling to shake off when qifrey finally snapped into reality, "please, let me pay for these books. it's the least i can do,"
"qif, if you really knew me, you would let me do this. i know you're working hard," you place a hand on his shoulder, smiling sweetly before sliding the bag of items forward. "besides, the only payment i want is to see you guys become the happiest witches. okay?"
you could only wave them off as the four little girls left through the door, the bell ringing that familiar tune you've heard over the years of being a shopkeeper.
once they're out the door, qifrey clears his throat to get your attention again,
"how about dinner at the very least? you've given my girls a lot already. i can't leave an old friend like you without catching up, yes?"
you sigh and roll your eyes playfully, "fine, fine. only because i'm curious about what the mysterious qifrey has been up to as well."
he gives a small nod as he returns to his apprentices outside, the same ring playing one last time as your door finally closes. you feel yourself freeze, kaelena nudging your hand, are you okay?
you comb your hand over his little body, god...
you really just...
are you really going out on a date with qifrey right now?!
silently freaking out in your own store, you can't help but shake kaelena 'a little' (you owe him more snacks again).
flipping the sign over to the 'closed' side, you quickly caught up to the five others, two girls holding onto each of your hands as you all navigated through the crowds,
once you finally arrived at a table, you couldn't help but notice the way his girls would quite literally gravitate towards you, seemingly like a pair for each side of the table.
so while tetia and richeh would sit on opposite sides of qifrey, coco and agott sat beside you, and the whole dinner? was them mostly asking you questions, about you, about how you met their teacher, about any tips on becoming... well—your own witch.
qifrey had mentioned pretty often about how you decided to become a shopkeeper rather than taking on commissions that considers your amazing skills at spells.
back when you were still learning, it was true that you were one very talented witch, a talented witch with potential that could change the very world they care about, and yet...
you would've rather be the uplifting other young witches need by making custom equipment dedicated to making sure you're comfortable while casting spells.
maybe that's why they felt so... magnetized towards you, coco had already felt comfortable enough to let her guard down alongside the two beside qifrey, agott though... you can't help but feel a set of admiring eyes to your right almost all the time now,
every and any chance to talk to qifrey had been completely butchered without your knowing, it was very sweet though. it had been a while since the girls had seen any other witch that wasn't their teacher or the grumpy all-seeing eye that came by every now and then.
"do you get to do that every single day?" tetia reaches out for the charms on your sleeve, you smile and let her fingers hold them, "mhm, when i was younger i had a lot of trouble finding anything that was comfortable. so if i were to make it easier for girls like you..."
your hand reaches a little further to pinch her cheek. "that would make me the happiest."
she only giggles while the rest of them smile at your reason.
it really was a nice reason to have though, qifrey thought. placing his hand on a closed fist while watching you interact with the each of them, he could gaze at the way the moonlight would shine so brightly,
maybe that's why he chose this spot.
the table you all sat at was by the window, a mesh roof for a restaurant called the butterfly sanctuary was a pretty idea, and an idea that happened to consider the bustling of trees in the distance.
the whole area was designed to look like a sanctuary with actual butterflies, isn't that cool?!
the rest of the walls were made out of the kind you'd see in real zoos, wired screening that scaled up quite high, and just so quietly a pair of insects showed up.
a white one, and a [h/c] one.
"ooh, pretty!" tetia carefully observes the gorgeous pattern on its back, fluttering its wings a few times before flying a little deeper onto the small potted plant that each table had.
the [h/c] one on the other hand, was crawling away little by little.
"why is this one running from its friend?"
richeh tips her head at the interaction, her own brushbuddy letting out a small squeak as it comes out to watch.
"maybe because its scared, maybe this is their first time meeting."
you had gently offered your finger up to the [h/c] insect, it only cautiously climbs up when it sees the white bug trying to come closer. kaelena peeks out from the back of my nape and lets out a similar sound,
"hello, beautiful." bringing your hand up slowly to be eye-level with yourself, its wing flutters slowly, "don't be shy, this is a friend."
you offer your free hand for the other butterfly, carefully crawling up your palm, "here," now giving the [h/c] insect a chance to bond with its new friend.
and reluctantly? it does.
"there you two go."
placing them back onto the rim of the pot, you smile while the four girls stare in small shock.
"o- oh, god sorry i got um... carried a- away. i love insects."
rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly, you felt a little flustered when the spaced out silence between all of you elongated until coco breaks it—"how... do you do that?"
and maybe around an hour after talking about how to interact with animals, insects and mammals alike. you also talked about any tips and tricks for easier spell drawing or how to get used to being a witch faster.
having finished your food a while ago, it was finally time to head home.
well, until your best friend showed up.
the door bursts open as you hear the clicks and clacks of very familiar boots, peeking from behind you, you feel her shadow loom over you when you turn your head hesitantly.
"hi... [bsf name]..." "hey! did you receive my message?"
you tilted your head, pure confusion in your irises,
"huh? what message?" "nevermind... anyway! hello, seems like you have... new friends, don't you?"
your ears turn a flash of red before stumbling over your own words, fidgeting with the charm on your cuff, "yeah, um... this is qifrey, the little ones are agot, coco, richeh, and tetia. say hi everyone!"
giving a small exchange of wave to each other—
“hey, girls! wanna go see a fireworks show? it’s the highlight of everything!”
“only if we can come with.” the man in front of you raises his hand, that sly smile of his still on his face while moving his gaze from you to her.
tetia happily drags out all her witchy sisters out of their chairs as she goes to follow the nice lady you happen to call your best friend—“wow, you’d let them come with her that easily?”
“mmn, you only react like that to friends. close friends i may add.”
you looked away for a moment when he pulls your chair out for you, “c’mon let’s go see those fireworks too. they must be beautiful since you helped.”
eyes quirking up at him suddenly, you immediately got onto your feet—you now resembled an adorable little puppy that had just been given a treat, "w- wait! how did you...?" "mmmn, your ears perk up when you talk about something interesting. like a cute pup."
your face flushes again before catching back up to him.
arriving at your very project, everyone gawked and was stopped to glance at every intricate detail in awe.
the night sky only making it even better when the twilight eventide makes sure the whole event continued to involve all the effort of the collaborators—including you.
"i like the sparks." "thanks, i added it because of... well i'm sure you remember,"
"the olruggio fire spell incident?"
you both said in unison before laughing about it together, your feet finally stopped behind a shorter, elderly couple who came with their grandkids. you tipped your head before feeling a small body bump into your leg, "sorry, person! hi nana, we're here!"
the small child bows before returning to reply to his grandmother, a bright smile on his face with his shy little sister's hand, "is the show starting already?" both their eyes gleamed with a beaming hope in their eyes, they looked young, much like promising apprentices.
your eyes are quickly distracted by your best friend's enunciating voice that got your attention just as fast.
"welcome one, welcome all, witches from every walk of life—i'm your host, [bsf name]! let's do this!"
letting young witches and older ones alike see the kind of trance you can be under from being in surprise from the wonders of magic. the different scenarios that could cover entire lands, the gorgeous sceneries you'd only be able to see with wind-boots,
the fire you could only pursue with the correct knowledge and addition in caution for your safety; water figures you probably could barely imagine rose up from the ground, the earth that could move with the calmness of a rock and the movement of a bamboo tree—
and lastly, the light that can only be conquered by the few that can conform it.
a showcase of this many spells that would later on spring into the air to show a sigil mark in the sky was pushing everyone's adrenaline to the max, yet a pair of eyes stayed on you.
despite you staring up at all the figures your best friend sprouted into the sky, a soft little smile played upon your lips before your eyes fluttered every now and then, wanting to see every single part of the show.
and still, qifrey watched his own little show.
the moon was lovely out tonight, wasn't it?
once the show was over, you moved your eyes to him, "god, wasn't that just beautiful?" your eyes sparkled, the moonlight illuminating you from behind when the only thing that would rival that was...
well you.
the contrast of it all, the light, the fireworks, the fun of it all.
he couldn't help but cup your face and pull you in, a kiss filled with both passion and hunger, shock covers your face when the pyrotechnics continues to go off in the background,
not knowing where to place your hands, you just placed them around his neck, slightly stiff before easing into him quietly.
for once it felt warm not because of spells cast.
you hadn't even realized how his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you as close to him as possible, only pulling away to give you both time to breathe, a cheeky smile on his face when the trail of saliva between you both was quickly swatted out of the way by your hand flustered hand.
"q- qifrey what if-?!" "do you know how long i've been wanting to do that?"
your trail of thought already exiting out your head... what?! standing there in shock when your eyes focus on him, his hand had sunk down your face, over your shoulder, and now holding your hand,
"a while. it's been a while wanting you like that, [name]."
the fireworks died out in the background, your eyes still filled with clear star-struckedness, probably still processing the implications of his words. you're shook out of your small trance when you feel qifrey squeeze your hand, "i mean every word." looking almost breathless,
seems like one kiss wasn't enough to ease the thirst he's been craving for for how long now?
"y... you do?" "every word,"
leaning into you again, this time you don't tense up or feel awkward, you feel your body relax when he wraps his arms around your waist for one more kiss. before it could get any messier—
“q- qifrey, not here—not when… not when so many people can see.”
his eyes gaze into yours for a moment, lost in the adorable glistening when he speaks once more, “then we move. how does your shop sound?”
leaning into closer to place a kiss in between your eyebrows, “you’re closed at nighttime right?” his hands now rest on your hips, a cold breeze roams over the both of you, a harsh reminder you still can be seen by people;
“i- well, not… not really no. customers c… could still pass by,” “then we’ll just have to be sneaky, yes?”
it was the gentle kind of rough when he had you pinned against one of the bookshelves you bought a long time ago—your life as a witch who wants to support other witches, that journey started so many moons ago, yet…
only today did you relive the moments of your first kiss.
one day, olruggio called out sick, meaning training and break time all day would be just between you and your best friend qif.
you had been having trouble with practicing the whole time too, your face flustered in embarrassment just thinking about it, so you’d do what you always did—train hard at night. a moment where no one would see you do anything stupid.
well that was what you originally thought when you drew out spells forcibly, different symbols and circles yet none of them ever felt… right.
the pile of crumpled paper were off to the side of your windowsill, sitting with clear upset in your tone when you lean against the small platform, huffing frustratedly.
little did you know qifrey had been watching intently right behind you, only his head peeking out of the quiet staircase that led from the room you’d share with him to the living room of the atelier.
it was kind of funny recalling how hard you tried to get yourself to use ‘normal’ pens. and use the ‘traditional’ ways to go about sketching symbols and whatnot—when in reality… all you needed was your own point of view, your own way of doing things.
mini you would only almost shriek in shock when qifrey hugs you close from behind, a hand over your mouth while the other kept your small figure into whatever he could consider a hug.
“y’know you can’t get it right every single time.” his hand comes off your mouth, a younger qifrey takes a seat in front of your younger self, the same one who had broken maybe about… three ‘wands’ from pure frustration and anger,
“yeah, yeah… i know but—i just… i just wanna be like you n’ olly… why can’t i be-?”
your question was suddenly cut off when he placed his index finger over your mouth, successfully shushing your attempt at negativity—
“hey. that’s why we train together. mistakes will be made in practice and that’s okay, it’s what keeps us witches human.”
and all of a sudden, the weight of ‘fitting in’ fell off your shoulders, your eyes soften when you look at him with a blinding hope in your eyes.
tucking stray strands of hair behind the shell of your ear, qifrey gives you a smile. “just remember at the end of the day, whether you fail or succeed, there’ll always be someone waiting to hear about your day.”
your heart started to thump quite loudly when he got up to tip your head to look up at him, placing a light kiss on your cheek. “get some rest, okay (name)?”
now that same boy who encouraged you to go with the future you saw fit was effectively making out with you against the weight of knowledge (quite passionately might i add). his arms clearly knew to keep you all to himself,
with how close you both were, he wanted you as close as possible—as if to fuse you both when his kisses started to roam your body, your face clearly as hot as the rest of you, he smirks with each taste he gets of you.
placing light, playful marks on your collarbone, qifrey finds himself enjoying taking your clothes off waaaaay more than he’s supposed to, i haling your scent whilst his groans would seep with a hunger for you and only you.
“i’ve been dying to have you like this, y’know…”
you could only fall silent in your blush, hearing his words only drove you to think that everything happening was all a dream—“ah, just… haah… having you so vulnerable like this in front of me is making me feel…”
letting out another groan into your skin when he slips off your top, “so many things.”
his fingers are careful and considerate, qifrey’s eyes would be everything but his usual polite exterior, you could tell his thirst for you was slowly being quaked; starting with pleasing both you and himself, getting to see you bare in front of him would be a dream.
and god, to be doing it at the dream he told you to go for? the very place that he had helped inspire you to take all those years ago…
if this is what it was like to be on shrooms, then qifrey is all for it, especially with how tasteful your own little whimpers were when his fingertips would be a tad too cold,
not enough to make you gasp, but to shiver naturally… he thinks it’s one of the hottest things one can do for their partner.
“your reactions have to be the most adorable thing i’ve ever seen, my love.”
he only stops his hungry glances down your body to gaze lovingly at you, you had a moment to finally breathe, the bookshelf having moved quite a few inches toward the one in front of him, he only chuckled.
the moonlight somehow found its way to you again—the roof window you had used many times for stargazing now highlighted you two.
such a dirty thing in the purity of the moon.
yet maybe the moon is not as pure as you think?
qifrey is quick go remove his own robes, you can see the figure you had been only ever dreaming about, same with how hurriedly he had pulled down the rest of your clothes,
you could tel he had been thinking about you for a long, long time now.
“mmn… qif’ w- what if a customer comes in?” “then you’ll just have to deal with them later, hmm?”
a hushed whimper was left under mutters, under your breath, which you barely got any by the way—not when he was placing hungry, messy kisses on your mouth again, his eyes closed and his hands concentrating on unbuckling his belt,
you could feel yourself twitch at the thought, and that is made clear to qifrey when he hears your cute moan- when he feels it, he makes it an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth,
you struggle to grasp at anything for comfort, the back of a bookshelf wasn’t really ideal but it was enough for the slight exhibitionist in him to be pleased,
and finally when you hear his pants drop, you could feel yourself physically tense.
“ease up, darling, trust me.” and that oh-so sweet voice of him had you a little more relaxed than before, another spike of shock runs through your being when he lifts you up suddenly,
you knew he worked out every now and then but gosh… he could lift you so easily-
could he get any hotter?!
you felt like putty in his hands, especially when his arm had already lifted one leg up, while the other would hold up the rest of you against the hidden wall of knowledge, it was true that this was the shelf that no one really looked at unless they wanted to be a little niche,
"ah... qif- w- what about the girls?" you whined when he pushed your leg close to your shoulders when he tips his head, "what about them? i asked olruggio to come by. maybe he can entertain that friend of yours too, hmm?"
he smirks before leaning in to place a bite on your collarbone, his shaft is already hard, scarily enough when he rubs the veins along his length against your sweet cunt, you could only let out a loud whine when your juices slowly start to lube his cock up.
the friction against your aching clit makes your eyes roll back, your body kept weak in his arms, "you like that, don't you?"
placing another kiss on your exposed neck, it was clear he wanted to taste every part of you.
you bite your lip to try and muffle anything further, the dust that settled on the front of the bookshelf had been completely blown off, watching the way your chest heave and he's not even inside you?
there were sides of qifrey you hadn't seen 'till now.
especially the one that so eagerly wanted to bury his dick inside you, yet found himself magnetized to watching the way you squirmed for him to enter.
the twitch in your entrance was made clear when qifrey finally decided it was time to stop teasing you, so unfortunate but to see you at your neediest for him and only him is the best sign—"look at that, what a nice glisten your pretty pussy has." his thumb briefly rubs your needy clit,
his eyes deadpan into yours, the shine gone as he closely observes how your expression scrunches and winces, his tip stopping at your entrance while a digit stays between your folds; quickly pulling his hand to taste you, he gives you an almost immediate surprise when you feel him slowly slip inside.
"my— word... s'wet, now, aren't we? s- so hard not to ram inside you right now."
you could feel the restraint he had in the tense of his arms, pushing a few inches further, you shut your eyes, your palms over your mouth to stop yourself from letting out any already-loud noises, "w- wahh, qifrey! go... god y're t'big, i swear—!"
you let out audible gasps and mewls, it already felt like he was thoroughly splitting you in half, stretching you out like it was his job; even the most polite smile on his face, you didn't know if he was trying to analyze you, or try to glaze his eyes over the body he had been dying to fuck his whole life.
"yeah? too big? poor thing," it was cute to him how you were only complaining at the first few inches, his tone filled with a mix of mockery and tease. your poor cunt struggled to take him all in at once, especially when you'd tighten around him harshly,
"just relax, sweetheart, breathe f'me."
small tears trickled in the edges of your eyes when you started to see his length bulge your stomach, keeping one arm for your body while the other roams from your waist moved up to your collarbone, pushing against the marks he had littered your neck with ealrier.
"mmn, so haah adorable for me, you m- make me want to see every single reaction you give me." when his base finally met your entrance, you let out a heavy sigh, as if another weight lifted off your shoulders,
only for that ecstasy to be quickly taken away from you when he starts to move languidly into you, "aah- f- uuuck, qif— nggh, g- gentler, pleasef—!"
deep strokes against your gummy walls made you want to moan even louder for him, working into you with an eagerness. qifrey could tell the whole world right now about how much of an angel you were being for him,
especially when the dimly lit lap you placed atop every shelf coincidentally shone a nice little halo above your head so modestly, "my pretty little angel..."
it was insane how deep the whine he let out was while trying to decide where to place his other hand. letting it rest at his waist; well, not exactly just your waist... when it continued to switch every little noise you made— chest, waist, clit, in that respective order.
you could hear how he would gasp when you clenched down suddenly on him, his thumb was rubbing between your folds with the mixture of your wanton moans, now he knows how exactly you want to be pleased.
but with tease comes consequences, you shouldn't have been surprised at how his hips would buck upwards into you, making the bulge in your cervix even more clear than ever.
he huffs as he tips your chin back to look at him, "don't think i don't know what y're doing baby."
adjusting his position again, his forehead now touches yours, it was insane to say but he had you pinned by your cock. the forced eye contact he had over you, you couldn't fight the urge to let your eyes fall back in pleasure, stars halo around your head like a blessing,
you didn't like how good his grinding felt when it rubbed so nicely against your g-spot, "good? y'like what m'doing, yeah?"
qifrey's hand caresses the plush of your hip, his tone was sultry when he continued to whisper things into your ear, mounding your skin in curled fingers, "you've got me hung on the moon here, my love.. tell me m'doing good,"
your back arches even in the most uncomfortable of positions against the sandwich qifrey has you in between himself and the wooden bookshelf.
it had been obvious how hard he's going at it that books had started to fall, you hear thuds with every mean thrust he had aimed at the deepest parts he could reach.
"whaa— qif, i l- like it, mmmf.. y're doin' a— amazing things t- to me."
a loud animalistic sound leaves him, he makes the quick decision of moving you to the nearby study table you had set up for students not too long ago. pushing any leftover and old papers people had left over, he had you laying on your back, cock still buried deep in your cunt.
you were twitching around him and he's had enough, "haah, keep... please- fuck, keep telling me m'doing good for you, pretty."
qifrey was desperate, you could only hazily tilt your head in the small moment of confusion he let you have before pushing you into a mean mating press, your knees almost touch your shoulders when he started to pound into you in a frantic need.
"haah- qif! ahhn, sshiitt... s'good! so- so sosososo good!" the praise that left your mouth sent shocks up your spine, shivering violently even with the insane speed he continued to go at.
"ohh, qifrey..." coming off as a rushed whine of his name, it was hard to realize how evidently you both needed each other now, your soft sensitive skin all for him was more than enough to get him even harder than before.
amid the perfect strokes of his, you could tell he was turned on by how you said... pretty much anything, it was even more tasteful when you could feel the pressure on your lower stomach grow even more.
the heat pooling up even faster than everything, the same thing when he'd feel the same kind of tension in the shaft of his cock, the veins starting to become even more prominent; he only decided to pick up the pace a little more when he sees your breaths start to fall shorter,
qifrey being the man he is, swallows down his groans and wants this experience to be for you and only about you. so when the moment your body shuddered and jerked—it was enough to get him to come shortly after you, all the while you feel his cock spurt seed inside you, painting your insides a nice pearly white, feeling your cunt convulse around him was enough to have the moans he had tried so desperately to rid of...
"fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck. fuck—" letting out loud groans, you could feel his hot breath on your face when your legs feel weak.
"love you so much, [name]. i want you s'bad, needed you just as bad..."
but it was nice aftercare, unsurprisingly, especially when he could lift you easily with one arm around your plush body and the other busy getting your clothes in your atelier connected to your shop.
you had now been sitting idly at your front desk reception, his robes around you while your legs continued to feel like jelly, swinging them weakly. he was busy fixing up the literature that had fallen onto the floor earlier,
coming back to place a few books he remembers agott and coco mentioning certain titles, you quietly check them out while he reserves the comfortable silence you both could sit in.
"how do you think they'll react seeing me in your clothes?" "think they could tell."
you let out a chuckle when you placed the literature pieces into a bag—"legs still aching?"
you let out a small groan, "jus' a bit. don't worry."
now it was his turn to laugh, a small smile on both of your face when he moves over to the side where qifrey can reach you, moving a hand over your thigh, "i could help you with that."
a mischievous grin fell upon your lips when you raised your eyebrow, "mmn, really? can you?"
he suddenly gets down under your desk when he spreads your thighs, a teasing squeeze to your leg when he sees you really hadn't had anything on other than his clothes—
before his tongue could make anything feel better though...
ring ring ring ring!
"hi [name]! we're back!" you see tetia, agott, coco, and richeh (plus a disappointed olruggio) coming through your front door when surpise washes over you.
"hey girls! olly... so, um... what can i do for you?"
"well, since you look like him and all... where's master qifrey at?"
⋆.˚𝐜/𝐰: smut 18+ mdni !!! oral (m! recieving), deepthroat, pet names, gagging, cum drinking ⋆.˚𝐚/𝐧: i couldn't think of anything other than this man for weeks and i came up with this :3 its short but hope you like it! Also, i haven't been writing for while so this might be rough around the edges😓
"Come on, 𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁! it's been hours!" You groaned, screaming at your boyfriend who had spent the last four hours sitting in his chair, rock music filling his office.
The designer only looked up for a second before screaming, "What, dolly?!" You winced, shaking your head. "I said, you've been after Rudo's full face for hours now. Don't you think your girlfriend also deserves some of your time?" You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.
𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 seemed to think for a second before sticking out his tongue. "I'm almost done, dolly! Give me fifteen minutes more and I'm all yours!" Or so he has been saying for the last hour and half.
You roll your eyes, contemplating your options. You can give up and hang out with Eisha or your teammates. But 𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 has been crammed up in his office for days now. Coming back to the room so late into the night that it's almost morning, and it also doesn't help that Semui seems to have jobs ready the moment you show up to the reception desk.
And it also doesn't help that your boyfriend hasn't touched you in days, too engrossed in his work. It's only a matter of time till you break. You stand there for a minute, thinking about your next actions carefully, eyes glinting with mischief.
"You brought this onto yourself, just so you know," Your boyfriend barely heard you say before you spun his chair around, kneeling right before him.
"Dolly, Y/n–!" He's cut off as you pull down his pants, palming him through the fabric. "I told you I was getting needy," you smirk, feeling him grow underneath your hands.
𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 sucks in a breath, biting his lip to keep from moaning. Taking out his hardening cock, your mouth waters as it grows in your hands, bulbous tip alluring.
Kitty licking the tip, your eyes lock onto his as you take in his tip, run your tongue along his salty tip, already leaking precum.
"Fuck, babe, you're crazy," 𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 groans, his hand caressing your head. He hadn't locked the door, and neither had you. If Enjin were to check on his coworker's progress, he would be in for a treat.
Giving his cock a few pumps, you lick a thick strip from his base to his leaking, red tip, pressing kisses along his length. 𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 breathes out shakily, hips bucking into your hands,
You tut, pushing him back down. "Patience, baby," you giggle, sucking on his tip. Teasing him a bit more, you finally take him inside your mouth, throat adjusting to his length, no matter how many times you have done this before.
𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 curses under his breath, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. Bobbing your head along his length, slurping noises drowning out in the music that is still blasting.
Thank god for that.
Unable to hold himself back, 𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 his pubes. You gag around him, nails leaving red, blooming streaks along his pale thighs.
"Such a fucking tease, baby," groans your boyfriend, quite enjoying the show of spit sputtering around the corner of your lips, tears streaming down your face. "You brought this onto yourself, sweetheart," he chuckles, using your throat as his personal fleshlight.
Holding the back of your head, 𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 pinches your nose shut, smiling as you struggle to breathe. Your head feels dizzy from the lack of oxygen, his cock still fucking your throat without a care in the world.
Your lover pulls your head away for a fraction of a second. Before you could take in a lungful of air, he shoves his messy cock into your mouth again, fucking your throat with reckless abandon.
Holding your head flush against his pelvis, he moans out your name as he comes deep in your throat, salty cum running down your throat. After he was sure you had drank all of it did August pull out from your used throat, smugly proud of himself.
Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, your eyes burned seemed to burn holes into his. "Don't look at me like that! It was you who started this game."
You rolled your eyes, a proud smile on your lips as you get up. "So? Is your girlfriend more fun than your clothes or not?"
𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 smirked, hands wrapping around your waist as he hugged you close.
"Enjin, this is — hah, hah — this is so stupid, let me go, you doofus!" you try to wriggle yourself out from being entangled with the tall blonde in the elongated length of his red sweatshirt, that completely swallowed your smaller figure. Enjin only grins mischievously, both massive inked hands sneaking over to cupping your ass, keeping you firm against his brawny body beneath the warming fabric and making silly kissing expressions against your blooming cheek.
"You know you like it girl, now shush and give your man a kiss, he's missed you!"
"No! ha! get — get away from me you dork!" you persist, as does his hands on your ass, squeezing them occasionally as he presses his lips firm against your warm cheek to the corner of your lifted lips. the thick material of his sweatshirt keeping you in his general vicinity, pushing and molding you in to his burly stature. the giggles slipping from your pretty lips betraying your false pretenses.
he doesn't let up, in fact, the more you squirmed about, the more encouraged he was on keeping you closer to him. and when he gets you to inevitably melt into his embrace, he'll slyly lean down, cup his palms under your thighs and swiftly hike up your body and lock your legs around his waist. smirking triumphantly from ear to ear as he gives you proper kisses to your cheek and your soft lips.
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