... Idk Easthies would be a very caring and loving partner if you get through his 50 layers of unavailability and detachment.
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... Idk Easthies would be a very caring and loving partner if you get through his 50 layers of unavailability and detachment.
The Weight of A Wishing Relic
Chapter 5 3.04K words series masterlist cw: manga spoilers
The journey back to the atelier was quiet. Mostly because you were unconscious.
Olruggio glanced sideways. "You know, I can carry her if you're tired."
Qifrey didn't even look at him. "I'm not tired."
Olruggio stared. The man had spent the better part of the evening fighting Brimhats, scaling a tower, rescuing a hostage, and carrying an injured witch halfway across the kingdom. His lie was terrible.
"Sure."
"I'm fine."
"Of course you are."
The Weight of A Wishing Relic (Series Masterlist)
After years of growing up together, you, Qifrey, and Olruggio part ways after passing the Fourth Test, each pursuing your own path while staying connected through letters. When a dangerous relic investigation leads you back to Qifrey’s atelier, the trio reunites and is drawn into a mystery surrounding a divided “wishing” artifact, forcing them to confront forgotten bonds, buried feelings, and the growing threat of the Brimhats, who will stop at nothing to obtain its power.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
𝙌𝙐𝙄𝘾𝙆 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙎 / 𝘽𝙇𝙐𝙍𝘽𝙎
Romantic
You give your yandere a blow job (mxf) (nsfw)
Yandere bully fucks you in the football locker room (mxf) (nsfw)
Platonic
beyond the masks
pairing: qifrey x reader tags: smut, fem!reader, cunnilingus, improper use of a pen, softdom!qifrey, slight overstimulation, begging, edging w/c: 2k words
you didn’t know how you ended up in this situation.
trapped between qifrey’s quivering thighs and a rough hand that grabbed a fistful amount of your hair. perhaps it was the lingering trace of alcohol stuck onto your breaths or the unspoken and unresolved tension residing in the air. however, whichever the cause did not do a good job in preventing this situation from escalating.
from what was supposedly a small celebration between two ateliers, quickly turned into a scandalous rendezvous. one that is far from a proper example in which both witch masters should be setting for their apprentices.
okay, maybe you did know how you ended up here—but not to this extent.
which is why the two of you took the liberty of resolving this “unresolved” tension in a dirty storage room away from any crowd. while everyone else was either fast asleep or passed out, you had a cock in your mouth and a pen that you tiredly grasped onto. you sloppily pulled away from his girth, licking the cum dripping from his urethra. a string of saliva connected your lips from his shaft—savoring the remaining substance to prolong the taste of saltiness on your tongue.
“gone all quiet now have we? where’d all that attitude go, qifrey?”
the corners of your mouth curved upwards. you tilted your head to the side as you looked up at the silver haired witch who had his eyes shut and mouth agape. after receiving no response, you raised a brow before diving right back into what has been left unfinished. without any hesitation, you sucked onto his cock—your head bobbing up and down in the process.
you tipped your head lower, angling it so his dick rubbed the back of your throat while your gag reflex threatened you to withdraw. and yet, you stood still. taking it all in until you felt his muscles cramp and tighten. you could only feel his release inching closer, but you didn’t want him to experience that satisfaction. not when he had a smirk on his face that you wanted to wipe off, and definitely not when he’s been the main cause of your suffering the entire night.
because before anything else happened—you stopped.
simply retreating back as you used the back of your hand to wipe the mess on your lips. as you were about to fully pull away, the grip on your hair loosened while qifrey leaned down low enough for his lips to brush over your earlobe.
“that’s enough, don’t you think?” his voice rang in your ears.
he leaned back against his chair with his elbow resting on top of the arm rest and a hand supporting his chin. all while you were on your knees with an ache blossoming in between your thighs. his gaze cautiously scanned over your figure. even though you were the one fully clothed, his presence alone never failed to make you feel vulnerable. you stopped in your tracks, shying away from his field of vision as you felt a finger forcibly lift up your chin.
“look at me.” your mouth hangs slightly open. you’ve seen many sides of qifrey before, and this one is something you have yet to see. not until this night transpired.
you subconsciously held a breath. his face held a clear smile, and yet his eyes tell an entirely different story. in one swift motion, your back was laying against his chest and your legs were on either side of his thighs.
“now tell me, where did all that attitude go now?” qifrey tilted his head to the side, mirroring your exact pose and words from earlier. his tone was humiliatingly similar to yours, as his hands slowly crept up to the inside of your thigh. your face could only burn in embarrassment.
“you are insufferable—!”
your words were cut off with a pinch to your clit before massaging it with his index and middle finger, as if to offer consolation. your words died down to muffled moans, biting down your lip in the process. and what’s worse is that you couldn’t do anything but glare at the man behind you. despite your retaliations, he nuzzled his chin on the crevices of your nape in response. you subconsciously moved your head to the side to give him more access to your neck as he placed a gentle kiss on your collarbone. a few moments after, he sucked down on the skin, leaving a hue of purple adorning your complexion.
“i’m insufferable, hm? care to explain why?”
his free hand grabbed the sides of your face, bending forward to close the distance between the both of you. he teasingly bit your lower lip, as if to ask permission to fully take you in his mouth. nevertheless, you silently agreed—even with your boiling irritation building up towards him. swiftly, his tongue entered yours, exploring each corner and crevice of your mouth while you let out an involuntary whimper against him, grinding against his hips.
“even when you’re the one dripping wet for me?” you flinched at his two index and ring finger spreading your folds while his middle finger collected the slick in the entrance of your pussy.
“can—you—really—say that?” he mumbled in between kisses, slowly sounding out each vowel and syllable, making you shiver under his touch. everything was too much with the way his hands wandered around your body with the same precision and concentration he held with a pen and a sword.
he retracted his fingers and brought it up to your lips. you teasingly bit the pad of his fingers, taking it deeper into your mouth as your tongue traced over his slender digits, sucking it clean. motionlessly, you let go, making a small “pop” sound in the process of separating yourself from him.
but it wasn’t enough. you needed more. you needed something to ease the growing discomfort in between your thighs.
“you act as if i don’t notice the signs you’ve been giving me all night. i’m not blind, i’m not one of your apprentices, and i’m not someone that’s as forgiving as olruggio. i could go on until the sun starts to rise and there would still be something left on my list.”
“mmm, go on then.” he presses his lips against yours and you could practically feel him grin against you before he pulled back and rested himself on the crook of your neck once more.
thank god for magic because without that sound proofing spell you’ve put on the door, you would’ve been beyond mortified.
“and don’t get me started on what you’ve been— mmgh..qifrey!”
and for the first time throughout the entire night you let out a genuine moan—one that wasn’t held back by your desire to remain in control. you gasped at the sudden change in temperature. it wasn’t his fingers, nor was it his mouth, but an entirely different object that unexpectedly eased into your entrance—an item that you were eerily familiar with.
your very pen that was left on the ground, found itself in the hands of a certain water witch.
it wasn’t a regular pen that witches usually used, but it was one specifically tailored and designed for your habits. you could recognize that pattern and design anywhere, most especially if it’s the one being plunged inside your hole. the design bore an intricate base wherein the barrel portion was slightly bigger than the rest of its body. its shorter length added as another convenient function for it to settle comfortably in your grasp.
but who knew this ordinary item could have other..alternative uses. although you couldn’t care less with the way qifrey plummeted inside you, making you a blabbering mess every time you tried to speak. the pen at hand thrusted into the insides of your hole, pulling it in and out repeatedly over and over again at a slow pace.
it was embarrassing how you could almost feel your release at the mere touch of a pen. and what's worse is that it's yours. you're using an item meant to protect yourself and yet it's being used to humiliate you.. its unfamiliar texture and warmth quickly filling you up as you feel your eyes roll back. but it was not enough to satisfy your own needs. you needed him, and he knew it. it was impossible to argue or even plead at a fight for your own pride and control.
“i’ll let you have it if you beg.” he lets out a low laugh. a wicked and cruel one at that in the context of your situation.
you knew it would hurt your pride. you knew it would do more damage than good, but with the tears in your eyes and the desire to satisfy your needs, you didn’t have any other choice other than squirming and grinding on his lap like a dog waiting for its owner. an arm snaked around your waist to prevent you from moving as he patiently waited for your response.
“..please.” you shut your eyes, letting out a small whimper.
“i’m afraid i can’t hear you, darling. use your words.” he says, stopping his movements and pulling the pen out of you. “please what?” qifrey casually throws away the item in his hand, returning it back to its previous position.
“please. let me– hic cum properly.” you manage to choke out, slightly mourning the loss of warmth inside you.
“good girl. it’s that easy, isn’t it?” he turns you around so you’re facing him while straddling his lap. his knuckles graze over your knee as it trails to the inside of your thigh and eventually reaches near your entrance. your skirt rides up to your upper thigh due to the movement.
eventually you find your eyes trailing down from his chest to the area below his bellybutton to reveal his cock that has long been unzipped from his pants. it’s veins and large muscle throbbed as it only further intensified under your gaze.
without wasting any time, you carefully inserted yourself in his member, watching him slowly in. unfortunately for you, that wasn’t enough for qifrey. he placed both hands on your hips and thrusted you right back down, making your head fall onto the crook of his neck for comfort.
you grunted in response, letting out shaky breaths as you felt him gaze upon you. “what are you waiting for? move.”
you glared at him, setting your hands on either sides of his shoulders as you bounced onto his cock. “l-like this, qif–mgnh..!” you mumbled incoherently as you felt a hand slip your robe past your shoulders, discarding it on a floor followed by a tug on your shirt to reveal your breasts. “exactly like that. you’re doing so well for me.” he says, bending down just enough to cup one hand on your breast and the other being sucked on by his mouth.
“too much–! too much..” you let out a moan, feeling his leg bounce you on his thigh, making his dick go in and out of your hole. you could feel your release coming, and it was clear both of you knew the truth. he held your pleasure and figure all in his grasp and control—it was a fight you lost long ago before you entered this room.
you were now sober, and yet you felt completely drunk on his cock as you felt your eyes roll all the way back. with every thrust and movement, you only felt all the more sensitive to his touch. your nails dug onto his clothed back, creating small holes on the fabric of his shirt as you lazily chased your high.
“come for me, love.” he whispers, feeling you clench around his dick as he guided you through your release.
you collapsed onto his chest, panting heavily as he rested his chin on your head. “you did well.” he placed a kiss on your forehead, watching as the strong hue of red slowly dies down to a faint rosy pink color to your cheeks and ears. you stood still as you warmed over his cock, legs slightly twitching as your high came downz
“..i still hate you.”
“oh?” he lifted your chin up, placing a gentle kiss to your lips.
once. twice. thrice.
he kissed you three times until you could notice the rough and desperate demeanor he played with you after biting your lower lip while pulling away.
“can’t have that, can we? this is far from over then.”
a/n: im crine i consumed all the qifrey smut out there so i made new content for myself
© keikosthings — all rights reserved.
I think Qifrey would really enjoy teasing his partner. You’d be minding your business, reading a book or perhaps helping one of the girls with a casting seal the just can’t seem to get right.
Your guard down and the perfect opportunity for qifrey to startle you a bit.
This time, you were organizing things in your study, blissfully unaware of your boyfriend stalking up behind you. You only had a second to notice the shift in the air before a cold hand slid up underneath your shirt. You flinched violently and tried to pull away. Those same cold hands encircling your waist from behind and qifrey could barely contain his laughter now as you squirmed against him.
“I saw you working hard in here and thought you might need the company!” Qifrey snickered.
You did not find it amusing.
“Oh, please don’t give me that look.. you know I’m only teasing.” His infuriatingly cute face and gentle voice probably would’ve made you forgive him instantly.. if it weren’t for the fact you could feel his chest shaking with the laugh he was trying to hold in. Such an asshole.
lost times
chapter 3, words: 2685
warnings: just smut and angst sprinkled in here
chapter 1
chapter 2
All the distance between you is based on a misunderstanding. It seems almost ridiculous. You now wanted to cross it in an unconventional way. Lips crash together. Your bodies press against each other, literally sink into each other. Years of attempted oblivion were forgotten at that moment. Your fingers literally claw into his hair, trying to pull him even further towards you. You let out a moan as his lips let go of yours and find their way to your neck. Everything seems too much. Like a starving woman, it drives you to take everything from the white-haired man. You've had to do without it for too long.
lost times
pride and prejudice go hand in hand when you're in love. Qifrey was full of it, but you love him nonetheless.
a Qifrey (Witch Hat Atelier) x you story, part 1, 3,393 words
warnings: smut in the next chapters
i hope you'll like it haha. My hyperfixation on Qifrey is very strong atm.
chapter 2, chapter 3
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News of Qifrey's stay at the Assembly is circulating, faster than intended. The "problem child" is back again, as they whispered to each other. Your heart was racing as you walk down the aisles. Let your father be damned for not telling you. Who knows how long he has been here. He is probably asleep in the doctor's area, as his injuries are more serious than expected. You literally run, ignoring the looks of others.
How long has it been since you last saw him? Too long.
You open the double doors to the medicine tower and immediately a nurse comes to meet you. With a look, you indicate to her to be quiet. She immediately recognized who you were and let you go. You have your goal clearly in mind. You want to make sure he's okay.
"Where can I find Qifrey?" you address the nurse you just sped past. "Down the corridor, at the very back right." You nod to her before continuing on your way. When you arrive in front of the room in question, doubts arise in you and you pause. Is it wrong to visit him? Did he even want to see you if he was awake? Questions are buzzing around in your head that you won't find answers to if you don't go into that room and experience it for yourself. Carefully you knock on the door and after a short wait, you step inside. A familiar face comes into your field of vision.
qifrey is unfortunately a brat tamer at heart, and i'd like to think he has a favored room of his in the window of his home to fuck you in. he lives for the risk and loves to show you he isn't afraid of prying eyes.
"nngh! o- oh my g.... ooooddd, qif' wait! y're t'big... no... no way it'll fit!" you felt yourself mentally shrink when seeing the size of his cock rubbing up against your sopping wet slit, only getting wetter with each second he held that teasing smirk on his face.
"oh really? you should've thought of that before grinding on me earlier," he had you pinned up against a stonewall, his hands just as cold as the barrier he had you backed up against,
rubbing you sensitive clit was the most merciful thing he could do to you right now.
"we were with the girls, yet you felt the neediness of a whore rather than the need to take care of them."
you only let out muffled moans when you felt his fingers glide up and down your whole cunt. your small pleas of forgiveness only fell to dear ears when qifrey only continue to stare down upon you.
"you have anything else left in that bratty mouth of yours or what?" it was turning you on how he kept caressing his cock over the inevitable wetness he got you in a chokehold of.
no matter how much you squeezed your thighs, you'd be surprised how well the witch was built despite his looks. keeping you pried right open for him, you only had two words.
"fuck you."
...
"oh yeah? if you say so."
Nothing, Right? ᯓ✰
Jealous!Qifrey x Reader
Summary: Qifrey really shouldn't be bothered. You're a decorated inventor, loved by witches and Unknowings alike. Of course people are drawn to you. Of course that man across the courtyard can't stop talking to you. Of course Qifrey has absolutely no claim over you whatsoever. None at all. The two of you are nothing. Right?
Tags: Jealous Qifrey, Pining, Slow burn, Mutual pining, Unresolved tension, Olruggio is the only sensible one.
Warnings: None, I don't think!
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Qifrey really shouldn’t be surprised.
You’re incredible. You were a decorated inventor praised for ground breaking innovations in survival magic. From linked bottles for long-distance communications, to water purification spells, and even a self mapping lantern, you had made ripples in the realm of magic– no, you had made waves.
So really, Qifrey shouldn’t be at all bothered by the sight of a man, no older than himself, engaging animatedly in conversation with you. Afterall, how many times had he sat by and watched you engage in similar exchanges with curious witches and unknowings?
⋆.˚ ★— [ Welcome to the atelier. - キーフリー ]
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Summary : An already not so quiet life suddenly expands with a fourth apprentice Qifrey takes in.
Pairing : Qifrey x fem! wife! Reader
Word count : 1.6k words
Content : Mini Angst, Fluff, Romance
a/n : Started the show like wednesday night and the things I feel for Qifrey are undescribable - the things I wanna do to this man-
★﹐Masterlist.﹗﹑
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U DON'T HAVE 2 WORRY 'BOUT MY CLOTHES!— qifrey x gn! afab! reader
ʚ♡ɞฺ main m.list ྀིᨯ — cw. nsfw & 18+ content ahead, dirty talk, praise kink, implied virgin! reader, afab! anatomy used, p-in-v action, major breeding kink, creampie, mating press position, missionary position,
m note: i dont have that much to say :^
synopsis: qifrey likes to talk you through it, but it gets worse when he can't stop thinking about breeding you right here and now!
word count: 1.3k
"mhm? don't worry, pretty i got you."
you could feel qifrey's accent reverberate in your skin as he placed kisses down your neck, soft whimpers escaped your lips in a hurry―you hadn't been able to take a second to breathe properly.
trying your best to relax when you feel his tip against your entrance. his hands grasped the soft plush of your thighs well, well enough to mark you up.
"come on, relax my dear. even jus' the tip?" qifrey's palms spread your legs a little wider, a cold wind breezed onto your wet cunt as he traced the sopping folds.
his thumb rubbing over your achy, sensitive clit. making you gasp all of a sudden, you shut your eyes from the sudden jolt of pleasure. he could only grin as he straightened his back. "just breathe f'me, okay?"
opening your eyes meant to see the prominent veins of his cock, and his size? fuck, it looked like it would hurt to have it inside you. his length was a nice shade of pink; twitching a little bit at the way your poor pussy wouldn't let him in.
wrapping a palm around his cock before pumping it a few times, he tipped your head up to look at him and to discard of the hands that tried so desperately to cover your eyes.
a low chuckle vibrating the room, "i promise i'll be gentle. you trust me, right?" canine biting his lower lip while resisting the urge to buck his up into yours, when you had mentioned no one ever touched you before him...
even if this was your first time, you swear you could spot the way the crimson on his cheeks hit just right, spreading from his neck and up to his face.
and now his tip was kissing more than just your folds, sliding it gradually up and down your drenched slit. the juices of your shy pussy slowly coated his shaft, keeping your thighs apart with a hand, one that laid beside his leg while the other was kept in a chokehold by the witch.
placing it onto his shoulder, he kept his hand teasing your sweet cunt, thumb keeping your folds spread open so the friction of his dick against your raw cunt would feel nice for the both of you.
it was cute how your face was singed dark hues, the same kind that would cover your cheeks spread all over your body. adorable, he muttered under his breath as he adored how your body reacted to his touch.
still, idly dousing his length in your cunt was his favorite part of this whole ordeal. a rhythm that could only be summarized as something only your favorite witch could do.
your mouth was slightly parted, you couldn't help it when even just the skin-to-skin contact was enough to make you come, he couldn't resist you any longer―
when he stops his motion of grinding over your wetness, slowly inch-by-inch he finally entered his shaft into you, his own eyes widen for a moment as he's swallowed by the warmth.
feeling yourself be so suddenly stretched around him, your back arched on instinct, a hand flying to your mouth trying to stop anything more embarrassing to slip out;
his voice brooked out of the quiet that only settled when you moaned, "don't... please- god, don't cover those beautiful noises of yours."
his thumb tracing small circles into your hips to soothe you, but you could feel how eager his length throbbed as well; so eager to thrust itself inside you, you tried your best to remain relaxed as you finally removed the palm off your mouth.
your hands falling idle to your sides when you hear the desperation in his tone, but that's the thing about qifrey...
slowly he moves his hips, "you like it, right?" you could only nod frantically, your eyes half-lidded as you looked at the scene before you. watching his shaft slowly sink into as it felt like you were slowly being torn in half,
"nnnhhaa! q- qif..." your moan was long, your back slowly arching as you let out a whimper of his name, and yet qifrey's voice huffs out all of a sudden, "it'd be... haah- a shame if i c- couldn't hear my baby, right?"
you had closed your eyes at the sudden contact of his tip now kissing your sweet g-spot, breath hitched as you bit your lip, you couldn't imagine that qifrey out of everyone had 'normal' strength, but you didn't expect his pace to be as fast as this, and grasp you like you'll fade in his palms.
it was hot how his biceps flexes whenever you bounced up and down on his cock again, was he even aware this was inhumane?
hours later, he's still complaining about how you're wasting his cum,
having you bent in a nice mating press, your knees touched your shoulder―you suddenly gasp at the fingers that pushed the remnants of his seed back into your poor cunt.
"h- how are we supposed to mmmn- give the girls another sister if you can't keep it inside?" his fingers were torturously long when they found an excuse to finger your after just getting you to come for the third time tonight.
it was mean, you could admit that... but could you admit that you liked it?
"guess y're jus' gonna have to fill me up again, qif..."
and it was like a switch inside him flipped.
his previously sensitive cock now is hard and twitching to be inside you again, "...repeat that again for me, sweetheart?" he was aware you were probably speaking from pure lust; cockdrunk if you may, yet you really did say it once more.
"mmmn, fill me up again, qifrey―please?"
before you knew it, your legs were already touching your shoulders again, on instinct he brushes the stray hair that fell over your face as the merciless thrusts of his dick drilled into you.
"goood god... [name] you shouldn't have― nnha... you sh- shouldn't have said that,"
it was more than just obscene the sounds that echoed throughout the room, a layer of sweat covered both your bodies when qifrey's head hung back from how well you took him.
"sh... haah, shouldn't have basically told me to... h- have another apprentice..." the veins in his arms were as clear as day the more he thrusted up inside you; "you're s... so mean, m- my love―" he muttered under his breath as his eyes locked back on your body.
"can... can i hear it again, pretty?" his head tipped as he looked at your face momentarily, adoring how fucked you looked right now, you couldn't even find the energy to find that the ache in your knees were even there.
"p-pleasef― qif, fill me u- up! mmmfgh!" your grasped at your numb legs when he started to ram into you faster, was that even possible?
his hands grasped harshly at the headboard above you, your head comfortably laid in the comfortable pillows. no matter how many sweet words he'd utter; you could clearly tell he's fucking you like he hates you right now.
"y- yes, mmmf! please, pleasepleaseplease― qifrey," nodding both lucidly and hurriedly, more moans left your throat the fast he went. your hands now clawing at the sheets beside the pillow you set your head on. "so... so dirty, i hate it- but i love you s'much, baby... i love you," it only worsened your loud moans when...
his fingers reached down to rub your poor, sensitive clit. going as far as to pinch it a little at your filthy little request. "i l―ooove... love y- you t'much to deny you."
"fuck, i love you, love you... i love you so fucking much―"
he only throws one more glance before he finally tenses. thick spurts of cum shot up inside you as your gaping cunt clenched down hard on him. you swear you could feel yourself ascending before quickly being pulled back down by the witch,
"w... woah..." you managed to mutter as he finally helps your legs down, now the joints finally stop aching.
pearly lines of white start to drip out of you as qifrey slowly pulled himself out of you. stroking your thigh to silently tell you to ease you. subconsciously starting to draw-
"qif, are you... drawing a spell on my thigh using your finger?" ― "oh, apologies, my love- you know... instinct."
Nothing, Right? ᯓ✰
Jealous!Qifrey x Reader
Summary: Qifrey really shouldn't be bothered. You're a decorated inventor, loved by witches and Unknowings alike. Of course people are drawn to you. Of course that man across the courtyard can't stop talking to you. Of course Qifrey has absolutely no claim over you whatsoever. None at all. The two of you are nothing. Right?
Tags: Jealous Qifrey, Pining, Slow burn, Mutual pining, Unresolved tension, Olruggio is the only sensible one.
Warnings: None, I don't think!
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Qifrey really shouldn’t be surprised.
You’re incredible. You were a decorated inventor praised for ground breaking innovations in survival magic. From linked bottles for long-distance communications, to water purification spells, and even a self mapping lantern, you had made ripples in the realm of magic– no, you had made waves.
So really, Qifrey shouldn’t be at all bothered by the sight of a man, no older than himself, engaging animatedly in conversation with you. Afterall, how many times had he sat by and watched you engage in similar exchanges with curious witches and unknowings?
Quifrey’s voice in the english dub is making me feel things (feelings like wanting to sit on his face). Nsfw one-shot coming soon heh.
▶︎ Acts of Service (starring . qifrey the witch)
synopsis . Trying to coax your usually gentle partner into fucking your throat whilst giving him head. content . afab!reader, somewhat established relationship, oral sex (m!receiving), dirty talk, face fucking, pet names, brat taming, praise, sadism, etc.
author's note: i need him so bad like pls. anywho, answering this request (kinda lol). banner from: “Kubitsuri Danshi to Nikushoku Joshi”
“Y-Yes, down your throat now. Oh my-, just like that. Perrrfect.” Qifrey couldn’t help the words that floated out of his mouth, a hand grasping at the top of your head tightly enough to reveal veins against his skin.
He tried not to buck his hips too much almost every time you sucked him off but it was difficult not to when your head was bobbing so vigorously, letting his twitchy tip kiss ‘n cling to the very back of your throat. He told you he had a stressful day, so all you wanted to do was relieve some of that stress for him—even though he typically advises against doing so adamantly.
You’ve no idea why he’s so keen on remaining stressed and pent up. Nor do you understand how the man goes on and on about how much he hates water and all things wet, yet he’s throbbing against your flattened tongue the moment you stick it out for him.
His wishes aside, all you longed for was to see that other side of him he tried so hard to keep hidden from those most dear. Though, Qifrey had a way of hiding all intimate parts of his personality from those he treasured most.
With the sole exception of sex, of course. While it did relieve some amounts of stress, it most certainly was too satisfactory of an act for him to indulge in with just anyone.
Which is where you come in—his pretty lil’ partner.
“Can you-, hahhh… p-possibly—fuck—slow down, my love?” Qifrey tried to warn you, his fingers taut atop your head as his the muscles in his thighs tensed and his desire to buck his hips upward increased. And yet, you merely lifted your gaze up to meet with his and then began to bob your head up ‘n down even quicker. “N-No, not faster. I-, hnngh.”
The hold he has on you suddenly steels and your eyes widen as you realize you’re hardly able to move. Qifrey’s mentally apologizing for the way he begins to thrust up into your mouth and push your head down to meet with each one.
“I cannot maintain my composure when you suck on me like that,” He huffs, lashes fluttering whilst his pretty face twists up in pleasure. Then he’s tilting his head to the side and casting a half grin down at you, “Fuuuck, you made me do this, y’know. S-Staring at me like that… god, you look so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth.”
Drunken Confessions
Qifrey admits to you that he's never had an orgasm, and you offer to help with that.
In a bit of a drunken haze, Qifrey had admitted to you he’s never had an orgasm. He never had time to think of such things, but he would admit the shock on your face had him a little embarrassed, which was how he ended up in your room, in the dead of night, twiddling with his thumbs, and trying not to run back to his room. Pleasure was not a normal occurrence in his life, and quite frankly he wasn’t sure what to even expect. Sure, he had popped a boner on occasion, but he’d never done anything about it, just dealt with the discomfort until it went away. But you assured him, there was a much better way to deal with it.
What Qifrey had not admitted to you, was his attraction to you. To him, that felt infinitely more embarrassing than never having an orgasm. Especially if you didn't feel the same, he couldn’t imagine ruining your friendship like that. However, this seemed like crossing a line as well, but you suggested it and he was never one to deny you. You were a bit tipsy, and he really did plan to say no, but when you practically crawled across the couch and got in his face, telling him about how good you could make him feel; that was the first time he’d ever felt butterflies in his stomach at someone’s words, and well he wanted to find out more.
qifrey who's accent just keeps turning you on
ʚ♡ɞฺ main m.list & wha m.list ྀིᨯ — cw. 18+ content ahead, love potion ig??, all of this happens when ollie and the girls are out, i say hole but anatomy kinda up to you twinnem,
ꫂ᭪݁ qifrey likes it when you're noisy, believe it or not. even better if you've been bad all day, so the ramming of his tip into you, carefully grinding against your g-spot before moving again to spread your thighs wider.
"sweetheart, you feel- t'good," words fell under his breath, a mere mutter in the fierce wind that filled the thick atmosphere.
"m'sorry... but you just sound- haah, too fuckin' adorable," having you laid out before him on the same kitchen counter he used to make delicious soup and whatnot for dinner. soft plush legs spread wide in the air when his hips meet yours once more.
he whispered apologies when you let out lewd moans filled with heat. "nnhhaa- q... qif-" your back arched off the table. a swarming haze of ustulation covered your half-lidded eyes. his zealous eyes roamed your body with greed,
accent dripped through his voice, even as he let out a mix of groans and whimpers under his breath. his hat had been tossed to the side a while ago, your hands fell weak on your own stomach;
a hedonistic look in his eyes grew when you let out more of your own sweet noises. "yeah? y're close, love?" pleased satisfaction was clear in his movements, the more he dug his length inside your snug hole.
"are you close, baby, mmmh? g- god..."
cautiously placing your leg over one of his shoulder whilst leaning forward. successfully pinning you to the wooden table securely, heavenly ecstasy right within your grasp when his strokes into you became shorter yet undeniably faster.
"whaah- qif... oh my go, qifrey, i swear m'gonna come!" a weak hand tried its best to cover up the small noises that left your mouth with each high pitched moan only raising higher.
your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your body reacting on its own when qifrey leaned even further to place a bite mark onto the side of your neck.
"did so well, f'me, mmmh?"