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[kiatkiat-tree]

Thank you so much for writing my request! It was great :) so you mentioned that cumming without arjunas permission wouldn't be worth it in the last scenario...what would happen if yn had?

hello! sorry for the late reply, it’s finally here! arjuna seems to be a favorite...

[kiatkiat-tree]

Take It

A/N: it’s like... i have smut burn-out. noooo. also, a lot of you requested for arjuna! (it’s why i changed my masterlist format as well haha). i’ll open requests again soon, after i finish the requests i have here :)

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Another weak orgasm caused your legs to tremble slightly as you walked through the hallways of Chaldea. Arjuna was present by your side, his right hand slightly hidden from the others as he held the remote to the vibrator stuck in you. You're not exactly sure where he got the remote-controlled bullet, but you weren't going to complain about it.

No, you were going complain about how long you've been stuck with it for the day. Your Archer promised you punishment, and he delivered. He approached you after lunch, pulling you into one of the empty rooms and getting you off.

“Master, do you find thrill in your vulnerability?” Arjuna asked. His features were calm, a stark contrast to your flushed expression. His fingers were covered in your cum, still keeping your sensitive lips apart. Your breath came out in short pants, faltering when you felt something prod at your entrance. “I have a gift for you, then.”

That was a few hours ago. You did various errands with him by your side, looking all protective when he was actually holding the very thing that troubled you. Usually, he set it to a low buzz. It wasn't even enough to bring pleasure, but the faintest vibrations were still enough to make your walls clench around it.

The worst parts were when someone just had to start a conversation with you. The greetings were hard, but keeping up with a Servant was harder when Arjuna would turn the setting up. Usually, you had no qualms about extending conversations, but it was just hard to do when they looked so concerned about you.

“Master,” Jeanne shifted the conversation towards your health. “Are you okay? You look a little pale.”

You didn't even remember what you had talked about before her question. A weak, 'I'm fine,' was all you managed to croak out, but even that wasn't enough to soothe Ruler's nerves. It wasn't enough for Arjuna to turn the setting down, either. Your legs kept trembling where you were, and for a moment, you were glad you didn't run into anyone like Merlin. He would definitely catch onto this.

“Archer, please take Master to her room. She doesn't look very fine to me,” was what Jeanne said before going on her way, wishing you a fast recovery. Her heart was in the right place, but her words was enough for Arjuna keep you closer to him. He never really did lower the settings after that.

So, here you were. Cum dripped down your thighs as the Archer unlocked the door to your room, ushering you inside. You almost collapsed, holding onto Arjuna for support as he locked the door. He clicked his tongue. “Holding onto me for support, hm? Master, maybe you are too pale. Should I leave you alone to rest for now?”

“W-wait, don't,” you almost sobbed into his shirt. You were entirely in his mercy, and both of you knew how much he liked to see you beg. Your hips moved on their own accord, grinding against him in an attempt to relieve some of the discomfort. The fabric of your skirt was too thick, and you almost cried in frustration. “Arjuna—please...”

“So needy,” he cooed. His arms snaked under your thighs, and your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. With your body leaning on him, it gave him more opportunities to drown out your whines with his words. The vibrator inside you shifted, but it still provided you with faint pleasure.

“Juna, Arjuna—don't leave,” you whined as he let you down on the bed. His actions were gentle and slow, and they teased you to no end. Drawing this out was entertainment for him, after all. He set the vibrator to a low hum and began to unbutton your blouse. The Archer's pace was slow, unbearably so. The moment you began to whine again, he pressed a finger against your lips.

Arjuna moved his head closer to yours, making sure to press kisses on anywhere but your lips. “Come on, Master,” he whispered, his low voice sinful to your ears. “Are you giving up already?”

“Ngh, no,” you whimpered. You could feel his smile against your skin, singing silent praises as he continued to remove your clothes. One by one, he disrobed you, leaving you only in your underwear. He hooked his finger under your sports bra, snapping the garter against your skin. The crisp 'smack' against your skin sent your mind reeling, and you suspected that you had some underlying kink for pain.

“You know, Master,” Arjuna started. His words barely registered before he continued to speak again. “You should start wearing these during training, just for me,” he said before taking you out of your bra. You squirmed as he began to trail a hand down the plane of your stomach. His fingers drew circles on your skin, leaving you to shiver in the chilly air.

“Arjuna, please—!” you started to moan again as he dipped his hand inside your panties. The vibrator was still buzzed in his hands, absolutely drenched with your cum. It felt empty without it, but your Servant's fingers made quick work of you. Your back arched as another orgasm wracked through your body.

The fabric of your underwear was soaked through. A dark spot had formed where your pussy was, a thin line of cum stretched out from your lips to your panties. You didn't miss the way Arjuna stopped and stared at the line for a moment before making a little 'tsk'. He removed your panties, using it as nothing more than a rag for him to wipe his fingers on before dropping it on the floor.

“Your underwear is soaked. I should use one as your gag next time,” he commented as if it was nothing more than a sidenote. The Servant picked up the vibrator, still warm from a few hours' worth of use. Most of the slick had dried up, but it still felt sticky to touch. “Even this one is completely ruined. How desperate were you today, Master?”

“J-Just for you, Arjuna...!” you mewled. Appealing to him was the fastest way to get his cock, but even he wasn't that merciful. Instead, he hummed in acknowledgement as a smile formed on his face. The Archer wasn't one to display wickedness so openly, but whatever lurked in his eyes spoke for him instead.

“Alright,” drawled Arjuna, adding your name in that dulcet voice of his. The sweet tone he used was already tinged with something sinful, and you knew better than to fall for it. Glitters of mana appeared as he dematerialized his clothes, leaving him with nothing but his stiff cock.

It was your favorite sight during times like these. As his cock leaked precum, it reminded you just how much he was affected by all of these. You didn't need to hold his length in your hand to know it was throbbing.

The Archer lined his shaft with your core, surprising you for a moment. He caught onto your whine, cupping your face with one hand as the other supported his body as he leaned closer to you. “You've been such a good Master today. You deserve some kind of reward, don't you?”

His cock didn't need any more assistance as your slicked-up walls allowed easy movement. The warmth left your face as he moved his hand to pick up the vibrator, eyeing it as he languidly thrust into you.

You put two and two together, your eyes widening as he turned it on by the manual button it had. “Arjuna, I'm so sens—itive,” you moaned mid-sentence, feeling your legs tense as he continued to fuck you into the bed. Adding a vibrator to the mix was going to send you to an orgasm too quickly, and your Archer didn't like that.

“Yes, you are,” he said. He placed it first on your stomach, a dull throb against your abdomen. The second you felt it move towards the apex of your thighs, though, you began to whimper again. “And like last time, I expect you to cum with me. Can you do that, Master?”

“Arjuna, wait, I can't,” you moaned. Failing this would mean another instance of this happening. It would continue this cycle of overstimulation. As much as you liked being in tears by the time he was done with you, you had things to do on Sundays. “Ngh, please please please...!”

“I have faith in you, my sweet Master,” he said, ignoring your pleas as he lightly pressed the vibrator against you. How it wasn't out of battery yet, you didn't know, but your reaction was instantaneous. Your legs quivered, almost trapping Arjuna between your thighs in a tight spot. In that moment, you wrapped your legs around his lower body.

“Arjuna—!” you cried out. The vibrator brought you to your high in a few minutes, but the warmth was torn away from you the moment you felt it. The Archer moved the vibrator from your clit, preventing your climax. So, this was how he was going to do things his way.

“I told you. You should cum with me,” he said. Tears flooded your eyes as he picked up his pace, lowering the vibrator onto your clit again. Just light pressure was enough to make you cry out, writhing and messing up the sheets. It continued like this, like a game of cat and mouse with your orgasm.

“Arjuna, please, come with me already,” you begged, bringing him closer to you with your limbs. The vibrator was discarded, and he had no space to control it anymore, anyway. You raked your nails down his back, leaving marks and trails of red. Normally, the Archer would chastise you for this, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

“You're getting more confident, Master,” he snickered, thrusting into you more harshly than before. Arjuna was chasing his high now, and the movements of his hips were bruising you. Cries and quiet pants were common in the room, but the Archer's name was a mantra you kept chanting.

“Arjuna, I'm so close, please...!” you whined. Your walls were starting to flutter, too. His hips started to stutter, breaking its pattern as a telltale sign of an almost-orgasm. The Servant sighed, pressing his lips on yours before murmuring.

“Come with me,” he said, whispering your name as you cried out. The climax was one of the only times Arjuna was vocal, but hearing your name as he grunted it out was enough to bring you to your own, long-awaited orgasm. A broken shout of his name escaped you as you came, clenching your walls around him.

The two of you stayed in silence, letting yourselves catch your breaths after another punishment was brought upon you yet again. It was like you were training to be his sweet, precious Master, after all.

[kiatkiat-tree]

Requests are Closed as October 14, 2020!

thanks for giving me stuff to work on! i have a few requests here (that will keep me busy for a month!) but since i write about 1-2k words per request, it takes a bit of time to write them all >.< i'll open them again when i'm done with everything!

[kiatkiat-tree]

Hello! May I please have a nsfw scenario with yn and arjuna where arjuna learns that yn had to do a mana transfer with karna on a mission so he gets jealous and smut ensues?

thank you for waiting! yes it’s here

[kiatkiat-tree]

Out of Necessity

A/N: that’s another request! thank you for trusting me with these >u< requests and commissions (hehe) statuses are shown in my bio, so come at me! just make sure to read the rules on my masterlist.

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A bare, shriveled bush wasn't the best cover for when you were about to make out with someone, sure, but it was the nearest thing you and your Lancer could get to in the heat of the battle. His Noble Phantasm was sorely needed, but you couldn't do a spiritron transfer without the special Mystic Code for it.

Mash, as red as she was when you told her about your plan, agreed to be on a lookout for you and Karna as both of you did your thing. But alas, just that simple kiss couldn't have been contained. The Lancer might've looked reserved on the outside, but even he couldn't help but go deeper into the kiss. He might've even left a mark or two.

The very same marks that led you to yet another heated mana transfer with his brother.

Only this time, it wasn't necessary. Arjuna hadn't expended a lot of mana today, staying at Chaldea, but he seemed to starve for you. The Servant pulled you into your room, impatient as ever. He cupped your cheek with one hand, pulling your face closer and slotting his lips against yours.

He moved you closer to your bed, forcing and cornering you onto the mattress as he began to move his fingers. In the heat of the moment, you've forgotten the marks from his own brother. With your blouse and shirt out of the way, your marred skin was on display for him. Red marks laced your neck, burning under his narrowed gaze.

He brushed his thumb against the hickey. His touch left a heated trail from where his fingers were gentle, almost feather-like, but you knew whatever he was feeling was nothing less than fervent.

“My, my, Master,” he said, the vowels leaving his mouth in a mocking drawl. Arjuna knew of your arrangement with other Servants, but that never stopped him from feeling possessive of you. You felt pressure on the hollow of your neck, right where Karna had marked you earlier. He was pressing on them. “Who was it this time?”

The smartest option was to bite your tongue, but Arjuna would keep teasing you if he was kept in the dark. He moved away, forcing you to take your skirt and shoes off under his scrutiny. You felt like a little mouse, but that was the thrill in sessions like these with your Archer. Even without his arms trapping you to the bed, you knew he was still waiting for an answer.

You knew better than to waste time. With your heart pounding against your ribcage, you spoke up. “It was Karna, just this morning,” you said. Crossing your arms in front of your chest did nothing to feel any bigger in Arjuna's sight. The Archer's expression was stoic, but his eyes spoke depths of jealousy.

“Get on the bed,” he said. A squeak almost escaped you, but his tone sent shivers down your spine and straight to your core. You felt vulnerable on your bed, especially as he took his time to dematerialize his clothes. His gaze felt almost predatory.

The space next to you dipped, and you watched with wide eyes as Arjuna between your legs, spreading them slightly for space. Even as your core subconsciously clenched, he didn't make a move to look at it. His eyes never left the marks on your neck. The Servant lowered his body onto you, brushing some of your hair away to leave a clear path to your neck.

“Heal them,” he commanded. You almost scrambled to mumble a healing spell, but you kept your calm under him. Soft, green light emanated from the area, erasing all signs of his brother from this morning. The satisfied smile on his face held no joy in it, but it was better than his dark expression from before. “Good, now I can replace all the ugly marks he left.”

There he was again, with that deep, sinful tone of this that promised punishment for you. “W-wait, ah, we needed to do it,” you said. Your bodies froze up. Nothing could get in the way of whatever he prepared for you, including measly words and explanations. You didn't even know why you said those as if they offered protection.

“Oh? Defending him?” he asked, but he expected no answer. You shook your head, hoping he would forgive you before he decided on not letting you cum for a week. Memories of that time flooded into your brain as he brought a hand to your cheek. It rested there for a good moment before he slid it down to your breast, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“No, it's not that,” you said, covering your mistake up as best as you can. Arjuna teased the stiff peak of your nub, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Nothing could've prevented the broken moan that left you when he continued to twist and roll it. “Mm, Arjuna...”

His movements had an effect on your pussy, letting it get damp ever so slightly. You weren't the only one affected, though, if his hard cock poking at your stomach was anything to go by. One of your hands moved down, lightly rubbing the precum that was leaking from the slit. You almost missed the little twitch it made.

Arjuna hissed. His mouth was on your neck in an instant, muffling his noises and making good on his promise to mark you as his own. Fresh hickeys were scattered on your chest and neck as he played with your chest. Your own hand was busy spreading sticky precum all over his cock, enjoying how it throbbed in your hold.

He slapped your hand away, almost surprising you before he adjusted himself so that his fingers were tracing the outline of your slit in a comfortable position. The Archer looked so, so calm, if not a little flushed. No, his eyes were the ones that pinned you down to the bed. They were unmistakably clouded over with lust.

You squirmed in your position as he never went past your lips, just sliding and teasing you with a single finger. His caresses felt good, but they weren't enough.

“Arjuna,” you whimpered, bucking into his hand. Finally, your Servant gave in, pushing one slender finger inside your aching pussy. Shivers wracked your body as he continued to tease you. Even with just one finger, he knew how to make you sensitive and wet. You bit your lips in hopes of staying quiet, but that seemed to displease him. His finger went still, eliciting a plea from you.

“No one told you to be quiet, Master,” he told you. He moved his finger again, adding another one and coaxing a mewl from you. You barely caught onto his nod of approval before he started moving his fingers in a scissoring motion. Your legs spread on their own, as if welcoming him to just fuck you already. “Already so eager, aren't you?”

“Haa, only for you—!” your breathy words ended abruptly in a moan just as he pressed the pads of his fingers against your sensitive spot. Your legs trembled as he prodded and poked at that spot again, almost sending you into an orgasm before he stopped. In a haze, you frowned at him. “A-Arjuna, please—”

“Be patient, Master,” he said, giving your g-spot one last stroke before taking his fingers out. A thin line of slick snapped as he brought his fingers closer to his mouth. Such precious mana shouldn't be wasted, after all. Warmth pooled and stayed in your belly, waiting for a release as you watched his sinful display.

He lined up his cock with your core, nudging it with the blunt head. Some of your slick had spread onto the tip, letting it glisten in the dim light. You waited patiently, but it was clear that he wasn't going to move without something from you. While it probably hurt him to do this, it was probably even more satisfying to watch you beg.

“Arjuna,” you whined, grinding your pussy against his cock. The contact felt so good, but you needed more. He let it slide over the surface of your lips, never letting it push in. The tip of his cock was flushed an angry red, but the Archer was relentless. You had to give him what he wanted. “Please, please fuck me already.”

“If I do, Master,” he started. Something dark lurked in those beautiful, lust-filled eyes of his, and you didn't know if that scared or excited you. “You won't be able to cum until I say so. Just a fair warning.”

“Mm, yes, I'll do it, just please—fuck me, Arjuna,” you begged. Regret already started to fill your mind, but you were too aroused to care. His name left you in a broken sigh, punctuated by your stuttered breathing. The fullness his cock made you feel was so good and so relieving. You've been teased too much for this.

His hips started to move, and the way he was hitting your g-spot every time almost made it feel intentional. With the warmth immediately building up in your belly, you started to fear this was the case. You mewled, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss as another thrust sent pleasure down to your pussy.

“O-oh no, Arju—na,” you started to babble in broken words as you felt your climax threatening to wash over you. He slows down the moment you start to get louder, deliberately letting you come down from your high. The wicked fire in his eyes confirmed your fears. “No, please...”

“What was our agreement, Master?” the Archer reminded you. His hips started to thrust again, but a hand of his sneaked down to rub your clit. His circles were irregular, but there. The pleasure it gave you was mind-numbing, but none of this would end in coming. At least, not yet.

Tears pooled in your eyes as your whines started increasing in volume again, only for him to stop and slow down again. His assault on your clit only stopped a few times, but you were so sensitive you might as well burst from the slightest touch. Arjuna kept denying you orgasm, and you thought you wouldn't be able to come for tonight.

“Mm, Arjuna, it feels so go—od...” you almost sobbed. The pain of being delayed again and again were blending with the pleasure in a good way. The Archer must've had a lot of patience for himself, but yours was starting to wear thin. Some of the tears cascaded down the sides of your face, but he had no signs of stopping.

“You look so good, Master,” he whispered, biting at your ear as you struggled to keep another orgasm down. Your clit was so swollen and sensitive, you were sure it would probably be so sore afterwards. You didn't doubt his words, either. Red bite marks covered your chest and neck. Tears ran down your face, leaving you to look absolutely ruined.

“Please, oh gods,” you choked down another sob. The coil in your stomach was threatening to snap anytime, but you couldn't let it. Cumming without Arjuna's permission wasn't worth it. “Arjuna, Arjuna...!”

His name was like a mantra to keep you grounded. Another small circle on your clit and a well-angled thrust were enough to elicit louder moans form you. You weren't sure if you could keep up with this, but Arjuna placed another mark on your skin and murmured.

“This has gone for too long, don't you agree?” he asked. Your nods were desperate. You couldn't trust your voice, despite the broken chant of his name coming from your lips. As if by some blessing of the gods, or by Arjuna himself, he finally said what you needed to hear. “Come, Master. Come undone for me.”

With a final scream of his name, you let the warmth in your chest bloom as you came. Your legs trembled as one of your strongest orgasms rush over you in pleasant waves. Soon enough, Arjuna followed, emptying himself into you with a soft sigh of your name. Heat filled your core as you throbbed around him.

He thrusted inside you for a few times, riding his high and letting you ride yours. As soon as the two of you calmed down, you let him pull out of you before facing him with a raised eyebrow.

“Arjuna, that was no doubt really good,” you said, wiping some of your tears away. The Archer gave a noncommittal hum, but you knew he was listening to you. “But doing mana transfers with others...”

“Doing it with Karna irritates me, Master,” Arjuna said, sitting up to grab a few tissues from your nightstand. He began to wipe you down, and you thought that was that. Still, he continued to speak. “I will claim you twice as much as he tries. This was merely the first round.”

You could feel your body crying out in refusal, but you couldn't deny the jolt of pleasure his words gave you. If this was his idea of claiming you, who were you to refuse?

[typemoonconfessions]

[mitternacht]

Do you ever just remember that in Fate/Extra CCC, Gil actually starts crying over how poor you are

[kiatkiat-tree]

Can you please write a scenario where karna discovers that his master suffers from horrible period cramps? Mine are horrible, I get nauseous and sometimes can't walk 😭

yaay! it’s here, though it might be a little late, which i apologize for >.<

[kiatkiat-tree]

Sick Day

A/N: sorry anon, i took so long your period is probably done >.< but here’s your request! it’s the karna comfort we don’t deserve ;-; aaaa here’s my ko-fi plug!

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Ritsuka had to stop herself from keeling over in pain. Her Servants didn't need any distractions on the battlefield. Especially on the battlefield.

The soothing spell she placed on herself this morning had faded away, letting the period pain come back in waves that kept growing stronger. In a minute or so, the pain would come back in full force. That meant she had only a minute to end this battle before it would get unbearable.

Just as Ritsuka felt the prickling in her pelvis come back, Karna had finally landed the last blow on the final enemy. The shadow Servant dissolved, leaving behind a pile of dust in its wake. She barely had any time to pick it up before the numbness in her legs kicked in, almost sending her to the floor.

No matter how much she tried to ignore it, her knees still wobbled. None of her tired Servants seemed to notice, and she was thankful for that. They were drained of mana, and it would be selfish of her to heal herself when they still needed to get back to Chaldea. Ritsuka scooped the Void's Dust into a pouch, sealing it away for Servants to use for their Ascension.

“Thanks for your hard work, everyone!” she said, once they were back in Chaldea. The Rayshift was effortless, but the subtle nausea it gave her was magnified tenfold. She almost threw up on the pristine floors of Chaldea, but her body was considerate enough to prevent that. “I'll see you next week.”

She gave them a smile, hiding whatever discomfort her personal, monthly hell gave her. Her legs were so ready to go back to her room. Her mana still needed to regenerate so she could give herself another soothing spell, right before her afternoon ember farming. Ritsuka could almost groan at the thought.

A hand on her shoulder almost made her jump. She stopped in her tracks, turning around to see Karna with that unreadable, seemingly-empty stare of his. She had spent enough time with him to decipher his signature look, but her current state wasn't letting her do any of that. It didn't stop her from straightening her back, standing a little taller to greet him.

“Hi, Karna!” she said. The hand on her shoulder moved to her forehead, brushing away some of her bangs as the Lancer placed the back of his hand against her skin. Ritsuka didn't know if his hand was cool or if she was just burning up from embarrassment. She averted her gaze from his piercing one. “U-um... is everything okay?”

“I suppose I shall be the one asking you that, Master,” he said. His hand lingered for a few moments before dropping back to his side. She was certain they'd have a staredown right here in the corridor before her cramps reminded her that they were there. She winced. Her reaction was something she couldn't mask, earning a frown from her Servant.

“It's okay. I'm okay, like seriously,” she reassured him. Judging from how Karna's eyes narrowed at her, it seemed like her excuses didn't work on him. That's how he just was. Another bout of pain didn't let her dwell on it, and instead made her wrap an arm around her pelvis. Pressing down on it didn't do her any well. “Well, technically I am. Nothing's wrong.”

“You say that with a face that makes me certain you're in pain,” he said. He moved towards Ritsuka, crouching so that he was at a lower height. Red bloomed on her cheeks as she awkwardly shifted her weight on her feet. She wasn't used to him being in close proximity with her. “Put your arm around me, Master. Be careful of my armor.”

There was little to worry about, Ritsuka mused. Ever since his third Ascension, he seemed to have lost the spikes covering his neck and arms. His spear made up for it, though, with its large blade and the extra stuff. However, as tempting as it sounded, she didn't want to burden her tired Lancer with this.

As much as it hurt her (both emotionally and physically), she moved away from him. “It's okay. It's just my period, and Nightingale said she won't amputate me since it's normal. My soothing spells kick in faster and last longer, too,” she said. Her explanation might be enough to appease him.

Karna wasn't one to argue with his Master, whoever they may be, but the concern written on his face wasn't ignorable. He wasn't a mother hen like Emiya, but he wasn't so apathetic to leave his Master alone. This, Ritsuka knew. With a hand raised to his chest, he bowed his head.

“If it may be possible, rest may be the best option for you today, Master,” he said. Ritsuka almost gasped. Karna wasn't one to ask things for himself, even for things like this. If she was in her right mind, she would've read too much into this. Maybe she'd approach Mash or something, and tell her about how Karna was so nice to her today.

But alas, the cramping in her lower abdomen and the tingling in her legs didn't leave her much room for any other thought aside from, “It's painful!”

“I have ember gathering this afternoon. A quick power nap is probably enough to restore my mana, right?” she rambled. She was honestly so tired, and the thought of another Rayshift made her stomach turn a little. Escaping her responsibilities did sound good right now. “And it's going to be—ow!”

So much for persuading Karna that I'm fine, Ritsuka thought as she grimaced. If she kept standing up, she'd probably collapse. Or even vomit, like a combo. Karna hadn't moved from his spot, but his body was tense. One more slip-up and she'd probably get herself whisked away to Nightingale by the Lancer.

He wasn't saying anything, but she knew just what he wanted to hear. It was something she wanted to hear, too. From herself.

“Ngh, I'll take a break today then,” she said. She didn't miss how her Servant visibly relaxed. Honestly, she was glad that her might-be-favorite Lancer was looking out for her. The warmth spreading in her chest was a good break from feeling like shit. She kept herself propped up on the wall with one hand. “Thank you for your concern, Karna.”

“Your health comes first, Master,” he said. His gaze was wary yet calculated. It took Ritsuka a moment to register that he was offering her his arm this time. She wanted to reject it again, and say she could walk on her own, but the Lancer beat her to it. “Hurting yourself on the way to your room would be unfortunate. Lean on me if you wish, Master.”

This time, Ritsuka couldn't really fight whatever flustered schoolgirl feelings she had right now. She wanted to hurry up and rest, or maybe vomit where no one could see her. The blush on her face was still present as she let Karna snake an arm around her shoulders, but the desire to sleep her period off was greater.

She trudged to her room with Karna beside her. A few of the Servants commented on her pale complexion, not hidden by her spell any longer, and offered her some well-wishes. Mash was nowhere to be found, but the demi-Servant would probably come rushing to her side when the news of her sickly appearance reaches her.

Ritsuka really wished she knew a heat rune right now. Karna tucked her into bed, easing her onto the soft mattress that she craved. The pain in her lower abdomen was still there, but the numbness in her legs lessened. This was probably the closest thing she would get to being spoiled by the Lancer.

“I will inform the Director of your condition,” he said. The lamp on the bedside table was dim enough for a nap, she noted. The lighting made it feel ambient, and Ritsuka could feel another blush forming on her face as she noticed how good Karna looked. “If you ever need anything, please do not hesitate to tell me, Master.”

A pause, right before continuing.

“I am informed chocolates may help alleviate the pain. Should I get some for you?”

[fate-grand-master]

Bedivere: In Camelot, we call that a traumatic event, not a

*turns to Gawain* “bruh moment” or a

*turns to Lancelot* “major L” or an

*turns to Tristan* “oof lmao”

[maruti-bitamin]

balance

[kiatkiat-tree]

Hey how old are you? Your writing is amazing but I want to make sure I'm reading something written by an adult. ( just because of how there are some teens on tumblr)

oh, it's alright to ask :D this matey is 20, actually had my birthday a few months ago >.<

[kiatkiat-tree]

Too Much

A/N: hi hi! sorry for a bit of a break, i was feeling under the weather for a while but i’ve recovered now! to celebrate, let’s do some arjuna smut hehe. gonna plug my ko-fi here too! (also i think my fics are too long so i put a keep reading thing)

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The day started out like any normal one, but you ended up having to spend the majority of it with Karna. The poor Servant was accidentally tasked by the doctor to get a loaf of bread, but da Vinci's shop didn't have them. Rayshifting to some farming village in France wasn't how you expected your day to go, really.

  It was obvious that this wasn't how Arjuna envisioned the day as well. He wanted to (subtly) whisk you away from your duties today, but it seemed like his half-brother couldn't give even you a break. A battle had commenced down in France as well, leaving you exhausted by the time you came back.

  You gently opened the door to your room, surprised to see the lamp on. That wasn't the only thing that merited your shock, though. Your Archer boyfriend was sitting on your bed, leaning against a headboard with a book in his hand. Judging from his tense body, he wasn't reading at all. Still, you cleared your throat.

“Hi, Arjuna,” you said, softly as to not disturb him. You weren't sure if he was mad because you were with Karna the whole day, or because it was supposed to be a day off for you. The way he closed his book and placed it on your desk was frighteningly soft, making your heart beat faster in anticipation.

  His eyes were on you in an instant, searching for any bruises or wounds on your body before returning the greeting with your name. His soft voice contrasted with his burning gaze. That combination alone sent a shiver down your spine, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you walked to where he was.

  Before you could take another step, Arjuna shifted on the bed so that he was facing you. His feet were planted firmly on the ground now. While the sudden movement from him was surprising, it looked like he wasn't moving from that spot either. With you finally in front of him, he reached out to pull your body towards him.

  You fell on his lap with a yelp, but he was careful to catch you. Yet, his grip on you was firm. One of his hands crept up your body, arm snaking around your waist as the other was placed on your cheek. The proximity made you blush, but his face was as calm as ever. In an effort to calm him down, you slotted your lips against his.

  A pinch on your waist and his reply were your rewards. “I've heard about what you've done today, Master,” he said the moment the two of you pulled away from each other. Button by button, Arjuna removed them and let your blouse open but not fall from your shoulders. Goosebumps appeared on your skin as the cold air made contact with it.

  “Sorry, someone needed my help today and I couldn't ignore it as their Master,” you said, careful not to say Karna's name. Not that it helped with how tense your boyfriend still was. You placed a trail of kisses from his lips to his neck, as if to apologize with them. Arjuna wasn't impressed though, slightly moving the two of you so that you under him on your bed.

  “While normally I would commend you for you dedication,” he said, caging you between his body and the mattress. His silhouette was an imposing one, but his eyes were another thing. He was watching you like a goddamn hawk. You could feel one of his hands on your thighs, massaging it through your stockings as he continued. “You were with that... bastard on your free day. Are you happy with that, Master?”

  Whatever your answer was, it got stuck in your throat as your boyfriend sat up and continued to mess with your clothes. The telltale sound of your stocking being ripped echoed in your room. The chill in the air was becoming more apparent as he became rougher, taking your clothes off more aggressively than usual. All that without his eyes leaving your face, too.

  You couldn't help but rub your bare thighs together. With your clothes and undergarments gone, you were subject to his scrutiny. Arjuna was still fully-clothed, making you feel more exposed than before. The tiny hairs on your body were up in response to the chilly air of your room, but those didn't catch his attention. Instead, he captured your lips in a kiss before moving downwards.

  He stopped at one of your nipples before placing a small kiss on it. A few beats of dead air and still bodies had you whining. “Arjuna, is that it?”

  “You still haven't answered my question yet, Master,” he replied. Despite his words, the hand on your thigh started to move again. Feather-light touches on your thighs were interrupted by a hard grip that would surely bruise later. Pain bloomed in that spot, but slick still threatened to drip down your pussy.

  His fingers dug into your sore thigh again, making you moan. “Nngh...! No, I'm not... happy...” came out in between small breaths. His grip on your skin loosened a little before he moved up, closer to your aching core. You could hear a small chuckle against your abandoned chest. In a moment, his lips were on your nipple again, the other being occupied by the hand that wasn't on your thighs.

  Arjuna was purposefully avoiding the apex of your thighs, though. You whimpered again, trying to move your hips before they were pinned down by him. He growled, softly biting the pink bud before reclaiming your lips in a kiss. “Are you sorry, Master? Do you feel the weight of your actions now?”

  Do you feel how frustrated I was today?

  With your hips restrained, you were left to grind against the cold, empty air. This was his own way of making sure you knew about how he felt. With nothing to rub against and draw pleasure from, you were reduced to a whining mess at his mercy. “I do! I'm sorry, Arjuna. Please, please touch me...”

  He was unimpressed by your constant whining, but he let it slide. The Archer didn't take his hand off your waist, but the pressure was less now. However, you didn't dare move against him in fear of drawing this out longer. His thumb brushed against your areola one more time before moving down, thrumming his fingers on your stomach.

  The gloves were starting to feel warm, and so was the room. The more he got closer to your mound, the more you started to writhe under him. Finally, finally, he dematerialized his gloves and top, leaving him in only his white slacks. His bare skin against yours was heaven, if only he wasn't so intent on leaving marks on your body.

  Both of his hands were on your thighs, spreading them apart with a firm hold. Red patches formed on spots where he hold on too tight, but neither of you regretted them. Instead, he observed the damp spot that was forming under your pussy. Slick was dripping onto the mattress. If the fabric was a bit more saturated, you were sure a puddle would've formed by now.

  “You say you're sorry, but it looks like you're enjoying this,” he tutted. A blush formed on your cheeks. The sweat formed a light sheen on his skin, emphasizing his beauty and authority in the dim lighting of your room. He trailed one finger from your inner thigh to your outer lips, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

  “I really am! Arjuna, please...” you moaned. Both of you knew you weren't in the position to ask for anything other than forgiveness, but the moment he ran his finger along your slit, everything went out the window. Your thighs trembled as he kept his hold on the other one, giving himself access to your clenching pussy. “Please, please...!”

  “Please what, Master?” he purred. Some of the liquid had collected on his finger, making it undeniably slick. You watched with wide eyes as he wiped it on your thigh. It had a cooling effect, but that just made you more aware of your predicament. He lowered his head, just enough to feel his breath on your core. “I'm waiting.”

  “Arjuna—ah, please eat... me out!” you whined. The words still flustered you, but you didn't care about shame anymore. You would break if he kept toying with you like this. Your pussy clenched, sending a few more drops of slick past your lips as you waited for him. His eyes told you that you didn't need to wait very long.

  “Still so embarrassed about that?” he murmured before giving you a single lick. That alone was enough to make your legs shake. Your reaction elicited a laugh from him. “You don't sound very genuine, Master. But... your pleas have been heard, however sincere they are.”

  Without missing a second, he continued to lap up your slick like a starved animal. Arjuna moved back to holding both of your thighs, which you were grateful for. Nothing could stop you from squeezing his head between them right now. You gasped and moaned as he continued with fervor and the occasional bump on your clit, courtesy of his nose.

  It was when he started tongue-fucking you that you felt your orgasm build up. His tongue felt so good inside you, drawing more moans and mewls from you as your upper body shook. The tightened grip on your thighs sent your mind reeling, finally bringing you over to the edge as climax took over your senses.

  “Mm... Ar—juna...!” his name came out in broken syllables as you came. He helped you ride your orgasm out, but alarm coursed through your body as he continued to tease you with his fingers instead. The familiar soreness of overstimulation was starting to creep up on you with no signs of stopping. “Wait, wait, Arjuna!”

  “Hm? Master, are you asking me to stop?” he asked. His fingers never did, even as he adjusted himself to go face-to-face with you. As your boyfriend kissed you, the taste of your cum made you feel dizzy with desire. You whined as he pulled away from your lips. “I'm not as bad as you, Master. I don't leave my lovers alone when I have time.”

  His fingers' pace increased, hitting your g-spot every time. You moaned, letting him nuzzle into your neck with more wet, open-mouthed kisses and hard sucks that would definitely leave a hickey come morning. His thumb started to rub rough circles around your clit. A familiar warmth pooled in your stomach again.

  With another suck on your neck and a hard thrust, it didn't take long for you to reach your second orgasm for the night. “Arjuna...! I'm com—ing again...” you breathed out. White flashed in your vision as he continued to fuck you on his fingers. You didn't need to look down to know how slippery it must've felt down there.

  “We're far from over, Master,” he whispered against your skin. You shuddered at the thought, already feeling tired from cumming twice. Gold dust appeared as he dematerialized his slacks, revealing his stiff cock that was leaking so much precum. “I need some release, Master. You're perfect for that, aren't you?”

  Perfect or not, the moment you felt the tip of his cock against your slit, you knew you didn't have a choice here.

[kiatkiat-tree]

WTF i forgot to put wanderers on my masterlist... i shall fix it tonight

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Sweet Kitty

A/N: not a request, but like, here’s some romani food haha. please remember to request if you want something of your own, or commission me on my ko-fi ;o

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Yes, it was a month before October. And yes, Ritsuka had better things to do than looking for a cute costume with the other women in Chaldea. An unsuspecting pair of cat ears were placed on her head courtesy of Mash, who commented on how cute it looked. Everyone else seemed to think the same, except for Medb. She had a strange look on her face that didn't fade until the group decided to stop for today.

Ritsuka bid the others farewell as Mash stayed behind to fix the costumes, but Medb obviously had other ideas. She pulled the poor Master to her side, already starting to ramble about the potential of cat ears. The Servant spared no details, both pure (for her Master to enjoy) and lewd (for her Master to blush and stammer at). Mash was thankfully out of hearing distance.

“Look at these black cat ears, so soft and fine to touch! A Mystic Code that can go along with this... do you have any black sets of lace lingerie, Master?” Medb asked without restrain. Ritsuka dwelled on her words, wondering if she could get a set like that to wear in the bedroom before coming back to her senses.

“W-what!? Wh-why would I have access to something like that?” she sputtered, going red in the face. While such a risque Mystic Code probably existed, she hadn't really thought about it. But this Master had normal clothes with her, and even a woman like her had bought a set like that out of curiosity.

Medb had foreseen that, as well. “The face you're making is very cute, Master. It also shows the true nature of your wardrobe! Very well, if you have a black set, I'll lend you a cape to go along with it. Attracting other men is my job, so use it when you want to wear it in public!”

“What makes you think I want to wear it in public?” Ritsuka cried out, attracting Mash's attention. The young girl finally emerged from the back of the closet, arms full of the things she wanted to bring back to her room. She joined the conversation between her Master and Medb, looking a bit puzzled.

“Senpai, what is it you don't want to wear?” she asked, eyes directly on the cat ears. Ritsuka hadn't really taken them off yet. She blushed, her hands going up to her head to cover them as Mash and Medb giggled. “It looks cute, though. I guess no one can really force you.”

“I shall take my leave then. Ritsuka, do not hesitate to call out to me tonight! I look forward to hearing your voice in my mind,” Medb said, flipping her hair and dematerializing into thin air. Ritsuka looked as dumbfounded as Mash.

“T-tonight...?” the Master whispered. Whaaat? She wants me to wear that cape so early? She thought before shaking her head, clapping her cheeks with her hands. Her cold hands made contact with the warm skin of her cheeks, repeatedly slapping them. Mash could only watch in confusion and fear.

“Have you made a deal with her, Senpai? I feel worried for you...” Mash said. The frown on her face mirrored her words. Ritsuka felt bad for Mash, but even she felt worried for herself. Medb wouldn't harm her, but it still felt nerve-wracking. They didn't speak of modelling the lingerie set, but she knew that would probably happen anyway.

“It's fine, I think,” Ritsuka reassured the Demi-Servant. Her heart was pounding in embarrassment, but she still took a deep breath to calm herself. “She won't try anything funny, I mean it.”

-

It was true. Medb didn't try anything funny, but she did suggest this walk of shame. Or as the Servant liked to call it, the catwalk. Ritsuka donned the black pair of cat ears, covering her true outfit under Medb's long cape. The cape turned out to be one of her many outfits from being such a beloved Queen, something Medb was proud of.

The fabric covered the tail hanging from her ass, held by a buttplug snugly fitted into her. No one could see the limp tail, nor the lingerie she wanted to replace so badly. It was a good thing that neither of the staff nor Servants suspected anything. If they did, they didn't say anything about it. However, the ears did turn a few heads.

The “catwalk” to Dr. Roman's office was thankfully uneventful, save for a few kind Servants who were offering their own capes to her. They thought she was only too cold, or maybe even playing the act of a snug kitten. The only problem was Merlin, who gave her a small headpat before lowering his lips to her ear.

“I'm sure the doctor would love your little surprise, kitten,” he teased, laughing as he got away with only a harsh tug on his hair. Ritsuka had half a mind to yell 'pervert' at him, but that would cause a scene she didn't want. After Merlin, the hallways connected to the office were empty.

She knocked on the door, waiting for Dr. Roman's response. Medb's words echoed in her head, her cheeks heating up again.

“Be sure to drop that big, big cape if he's alone! A man will surely love a surprise like this. The doctor may even pounce on you if you look too cute.”

“I don't even know if I want that...” Ritsuka muttered to herself before hearing the doctor welcome her in. The young woman gulped, walking past the doors as she tried to lock them behind her. Roman wasn't looking at her yet, giving her ample time to lock them while she was facing him. Her hands before her fiddled with the keypad, locking it just in time for her cute doctor to look up.

“Oh, hi Ritsuka. Da Vinci did say you were wearing cat ears today,” he greeted her, looking away for just a moment just to set his coffee down. Ritsuka used that second to drop the cape to the ground. It was just as Medb instructed and predicted. Her oblivious boyfriend turned back to her, but his eyes were zeroing in on her outfit.

“And then say, 'I'm a little cold, do you think you can warm me up?'”

“Um,” Ritsuka started, covering her body with her hands. She averted her gaze from his, glancing at the side of the office before speaking up again. She was running her hand along her waist nervously. “I-I'm a little cold, do you think you can warm me up?”

“Ritsuka, of course I can!” Roman took his lab coat off, placing it around her shoulders. The cracks in his facade were invisible to the untrained eye, but Ritsuka was too shocked and flustered to notice. Her eyes widened as she was suddenly surrounded by the doctor's scent, warmth emanating from his body as he covered her. “Is there anything else you might need?”

What!? Romani is too wholesome, I almost feel bad for doing this... Ritsuka internally panicked, trying to remember Medb's next words. She didn't know if Dr. Roman was just too soft and kind, or if he was just oblivious as hell. Either way, her lewd Servant seemed to be prepared for just about anything.

Ritsuka shuffled on her feet, fidgeting with her hands before hugging Roman. Surely, this will shock him! Or maybe I'm just too flustered, she thought. Next, she'd have to attempt to repeat Medb's words without melting into a puddle herself.

“You can also give me a little hug, Roman,” she said, rubbing her thighs together as she guided one of his hands onto her waist. The lab coat was too big for her, so she managed to place it there without any problems. The doctor was still tense, but didn't stop her. His hand started to move downward, eventually reaching the tail that was there.

The thong she was wearing didn't really provide any cover to her tail, which at least granted the long line of fur some freedom. Roman ran his arm across the first few inches, feeling the fur on it before gently pulling on it. Ritsuka would've collapsed if she wasn't in his arms. She moaned softly into his black shirt, hiding her red face in his chest.

“You have a tail here,” he commented, giving it another tug. She moaned again, bucking her lips a little into his groin as he continued to pull at the artificial tail, mesmerized with how she was reacting to his touch. “It's even connected to your butt.”

“Ha... wait, don't tease me!” Ritsuka complained. Well, this wasn't going smoothly. She was on the verge of collapsing right then and there, if it wasn't for Roman taking his hand off her tail and slowly leading the two of them to his chair. She followed with wobbly steps, clumsily landing on him as he sat down.

Roman's eyes were no longer on her chest, but rather on her face. It felt rather intense as he studied her expression, compelling her to hide her face. The doctor chuckled as he pulled her hands away, smiling at her before pushing her head down so he could kiss her. The two of them pulled away with her heart finally beating a bit more normally.

The doctor's calm and cool facade ebbed away, leaving him to be the flustered mess this time. He coughed into his hand, sounding too fake for both of them to believe. “Well, Ritsuka, I didn't know you were into these kinds of things. U-uh, what even made you act like that? You don't normally...”

The young woman sighed. “I know. I don't normally do this, but Medb said this pair of cat ears might excite you. I guess we were wrong,” she said, reaching out to them to take them off. The doctor stopped her with his hands, protecting the ears from Ritsuka's grasp. She frowned, but she put her hands down.

“Who said I didn't enjoy it? I mean, it's very... cute,” he said. The blush on his face would've been considered cute, but the straining erection Ritsuka could finally feel was even better. She'd been so caught up with her own shame that she didn't even notice until now. It was her turn to tease him, finally gaining the confidence to do so.

“W-well, am I really just cute?” she asked in a tone of false hurt. Roman bit his lip, but his gaze never strayed far from hers. She was waiting for an answer though, and yet silence merited him a grind of her hips against the bulge in his pants. A barely-contained groan escaped through gritted teeth.

“R-Ritsuka—“

Whatever he was going to say was interrupted as she gave another shallow grind. Said woman looked down to see a wet spot directly on his pants, as well as a ruined pair of thongs. Even if she wanted to be the tease here, she couldn't help but feel another surge of blood rush to her cheeks at the sight. She lifted herself up, removing the thongs herself.

The two of them stared at the drenched, tiny piece of underwear before Roman cleared his throat. “I'll t-take that. Don't want it to be a mess on the floor, right?” he offered. It wasn't like him to be so straightforward with these kinds of things. The words' impact couldn't be denied, though, as she felt herself get wetter.

The thong, as wet as it was, smelled of her natural musk. If Ritsuka wasn't mistaken, Roman's breath hitched the moment he touched the fabric. He was hasty in his motions to hide it in his lab coat's pocket. She felt the weight shift on her clothes, being the one wearing his coat and all.

“I should probably take this off,” she mumbled, but he was quick to object to that.

“Wait, don't,” he said. The woman raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. She didn't expect him to have a thing for fucking her in his clothing, but it was welcome nonetheless. He blinked twice before continuing with a sheepish expression. “You can take it off, if you want, though. It looks really nice on you.”

“Doctor, I don't know how something a few sizes too big looks nice,” she said. The two of them laughed at their little joke, albeit his being a bit awkward. Ritsuka watched as Roman tried to not look dejected when she took it off, taking her bra with it. She didn't miss the way his face lighted up as well when she put it back on.

“R-right. Your bra needed to go,” he said.

“I didn't say anything,” Ritsuka retorted. They were finally going back to their natural, silly rhythm. Without any weird dialogue to go by, they were back to making weird jokes again. She settled on his lap. More specifically, his thigh. She didn't really care about where she was until he flexed it under her, unexpectedly stimulating her.

“It wasn't—Ritsuka, are you alright?” Roman asked, concern lacing his tone. Ritsuka realized she must've gone wide-eyed for a moment there, but she nodded in response to the doctor. She bit her lip, trying to grind on his thigh again. He reflexively tensed under her movement, eliciting a little mewl from her.

She gave it another try, but his thigh was too soft to provide anything. The woman groaned. “Mm, your thighs. T-they felt kind of good,” she explained. The friction of his pants against her clit was a different, yet pleasant feeling. It wasn't like he understood clearly, but the doctor tried flexing it again. Ritsuka's positive reaction only confirmed his theory.

He kept his thigh flexed for as long as he can. She thought it might've numbed him, but he may have been just enjoying the little show. His stare bored right into her, and that made her shiver more than she thought. She leaned against his warm body, gasping a little as she came on his pants.

A small puddle formed above the spot that was too saturated, a small line connecting it to Ritsuka's sensitive pussy. One of her hands was on Roman's shoulder, keeping her stable as her walls pulsed in the aftermath. The other traced a line along his torso and stopped right on top the bulge. Roman groaned, brows furrowed.

“A thigh kink, Ritsuka. W-who would've known?” he stuttered a little. Ritsuka knew he was just trying to act fine, even if his cock was probably leaking and hurting. She placed a little peck on his lips as she unzipped his pants. If his body was warm, his cock was undeniably burning. Even through the thin fabric of his underwear, she could feel it.

“I know,” her voice was small, even smaller than before. They'd have to talk about it later. For now, she focused on her doctor's stiff length, pulsing in his underwear. Roman wrapped an arm around her as he lifted himself up. His underwear slid down his thighs, letting his cock free out of its constraints.

They didn't have to wait very long. Ritsuka had come already, and drawing this out would be torture for both of them. She let herself hover over his dick, slick dripping down and onto its red tip. Slinking her arms over his neck, she carefully lowered herself, moaning at the contact. His cock made its way inside her inch by inch, making her feel full.

“Mmh, finally,” he muttered before capturing her mouth in a sloppy kiss. He waited for her to settle down, focusing on the kiss instead. It was all tongue and teeth before he started to thrust languidly, enjoying the feeling of her walls fluttering around him. Ritsuka moaned into his mouth, pulling away for air.

Her neck was somehow exposed, too. The lab coat Ritsuka was wearing made her even sweatier. She wondered if she tasted salty as Roman descended onto her, nipping and sucking at her skin as he continued to pound into her from below. She whimpered as he bit around a sensitive spot, combining it with a thrust into her g-spot.

“R-Roman! There!” she cried out. Her head lolled forward, resting her forehead on his shoulder as he thrust back into the same spot. She bit her lip, muffling the sounds that were escaping her. Her previous orgasm had made her sensitive, and she could feel her pussy twitching every now and then.

Her legs tensed as Roman started to quicken his pace, hiding his face in the crook of her neck. Low groans could be heard from him as his thrusts started to become more erratic, and Ritsuka's legs tensed for a moment before that familiar fire started in her abdomen again. A few more strokes, and she'd be able to come.

“A-are you close?” the doctor breathed out. His orgasm was imminent, and it was evident in his movement and the flush in his cheeks. He moved his head so that he could properly face her. Both were breathing heavily, but Ritsuka managed a smile on her face as the coil in her stomach threatened to unwind. “L-let's cum together, okay?”

She didn't even have the time to voice out her agreement. Another snap of his hips sent her tumbling over the edge, forcing another climax from her. Ritsuka's legs trembled, her toes curling and relaxing as Roman came as well. Her pussy twitched and pulsed, milking his shaft for all his cum.

He rode out his orgasm with shallow thrusts, earning a whine from Ritsuka. “Roman, I'm still sensitive,” she complained, but she relaxed against his shirt-covered chest. The fabric was a bit damp against her sweaty skin, but it still provided her comfort. For a few moments, the doctor ignored her, but eventually slowed down to a halt.

They first steadied their breathing, still coming down from their high. Ritsuka moved, careful to not let any of his cum drip out as she stretched her legs. The last thing they needed was cramps. The rise and fall of their chest matched perfectly, their breathing in sync as they basked in the afterglow of sex.

“So, we learned two things today,” Roman started. She gave a tired hum in reply, letting herself fall into slumber in his lap. Her head was getting attention, as well. His soft caresses were usually found behind her ears. Ritsuka wondered if he actually wanted to scratch some cat ears. “A catgirl thing, and then something with my thighs.”

Ritsuka knew she couldn't fall asleep, not here. The door to the office was locked shut, but other people would still want to come here. But she felt like an actual cat, right here in his arms. She was too tired to speak, much less dress herself again. She didn't even have any extra clothes.

Her eyes shot open at that line. She came here with little to no clothes, and with her thongs ruined, she'd have to make the real walk of shame back to her dorm. Roman noticed the change as well, making a little puzzled face. A little debate on telling him started in her mind, since Ritsuka didn't know if he could do anything.

“Is there something wrong?” he asked. The pats were momentarily stopped. While Ritsuka was panicking internally, she wanted something to at least relax her. She pouted, looking away from him. This time, it was Roman's turn to panic. “Ritsukaaa.”

“I'm a little too naked for my tastes,” she said, almost a whisper. “Also, please keep petting me...”

“Ah! You're right!” Roman said. Well, he was in full panic mode now. Ritsuka grumbled, settling back into his lap against all rational thought. She could take a break today, and that included some cuddling in some tiny chair in his office. The poor doctor struggled underneath her. “Hey, I can't move when you're on top of me! Let's find some extra clothes.”

“No, I wanna cuddle with you, a like a cute little kitty,” she said, smirking when another blush formed on Roman's confused, yet excited face.

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Hello!! New reader here who just found you on AO3! Thank you so much for the good food! I'll be looking forward to your works from now on! If you feel like doing it, could I request a BediGudako fic that involves mutual pining and/or fear of crossing the master-servant boundaries?

helloo anon, sorry if it’s not to your liking but it’s platonic >.< 

here it is!

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Wanderers

A/N: For anon who requested! Honestly, um... it didn’t go romantically. I think Bedivere would be the type to take things incredibly slow. Aside from his Servant-Master thing, it would take some time to form an actual relationship with him. The kiss was a catalyst, but it probably wasn’t the right one to use. Btw I STILL DONT KNOW which name to use: gudako, ritsuka, (Y/N). 

Thank you for requesting dear anon!

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i.

Even though it had only been a few months since Bedivere was summoned to Chaldea, he felt himself subconsciously reaching for his Master. Gudako had invited him to her room multiple times, talking or asking about anything. In a way, she reminded him of his King. This, he told her multiple times.

“To prevent the incineration of humanity is your goal. That is something my king should also wish for,” Bedivere said. He didn't miss the way Gudako's eyes left him. A Court Official shouldn't be without their perception, after all. Without skipping a beat, he followed up with a, “Is there something wrong, Master?”

“Ah, not at all, Bedivere,” she said. Her seemingly lost eyes were focused again as she picked a biscuit up, looking at it like it was the most interesting object in the world. The Servant didn't believe her, but he said nothing. He trusted her enough to tell him the truth when it was appropriate. “I mean, it's true. Your King is a good person.”

“If your ideals align with theirs, then I'm pleased to be serving you, Master,” Bedivere commented before the conversation came to a lull. The silence allowed him to dwell on his thoughts, as well as the burden weighing on his Master's shoulders. If anything, he was glad that Gudako was allowed down times like this, in between Singularities and training.

“Anyway, it's 2 PM,” she spoke up again, brushing the crumbs off her mouth. Bedivere didn't need to check the schedule to know it's time for her afternoon training. The two of them placed their hands on the food tray at the same time, but Bedivere was quick to speak up.

“Allow me to clean it up for you, Master. The others must be waiting,” he interjected, covering Gudako's hand with his. The odd red tint to her cheeks didn't fade, even when he let her go. He bid her farewell before stacking the teacups on their respective plates and making sure no crumbs were left behind on her personal desk.

His loyalty to the King was never to be tested, and yet here he was, cleaning his Master's table with the same devotion as unsheathing a sword on the battlefield. No, it was not that. Dedication to his King was the sole purpose of his life, and yet, he couldn't help but feel affectionate for his Master.

Affection that bloomed in spite of humanity's state. Confused because of his devotion to his King, but encouraged by his respect for his Master. Gudako wasn't very subtle in hiding her emotions, either. Still, as a Servant and a Knight of the Round Table, Bedivere couldn't let himself be as carefree as her.

ii.

If Gudako's memory wasn't wrong, enemy homunculi were lancers. That meant Bedivere had an advantage over them. But as the two of them hid behind a tree, she knew something significant had to be done to turn the tide. Her Servant was badly wounded and exhausted, with barely enough mana to unleash his Noble Phantasm.

The doctor's connection was unstable, too. Damn it all, Gudako couldn't help but think. This was supposed to be training, not some life-or-death situation. She shivered, pulling Bedivere's cape around her tighter. The two of them were alone, because of her selfishness and poor planning.

When they entered the area, Gudako was confident of Bedivere's abilities and her own. Now, she wasn't doubting her Servant, of course, because only she was to blame for all of this. Aside from training focused on just this one knight, she wanted to spend some alone time with him as well. What a petty excuse to not bring anyone else!

What made it worse was Bedivere's forgiving expression. He gave her his cape in case she felt too cold, even letting her curl into him for the time being. The idea of staying there forever in his hold was too tempting, and yet she knew it was a bad idea. The longer they stayed there, the longer she was going to get drained of her energy and mana. Gudako was useless as a Master.

“This is not your fault, Master. My ineptitude has—“

“Don't say that. None of this is your fault,” Gudako was quick to cut him off with her own words. The last thing she needed was Bedivere blaming himself. She tucked her legs inside the cape, making herself as small as she feels. Her Servant's cold armor wasn't very comfortable, but she wasn't complaining. It kept him safe, especially with the sounds of the nearing homunculi.

She felt him shift against her, preparing for combat. “Master, please give me your orders. Even if I have to fight until my last breath, it is necessary for you to return to Chaldea safely. The field the homunculi has brought with them will perish all the same, so the doctor will be able to rayshift you safely.”

If Gudako wasn't sure about her ability to drown out certain sentences, she was now. She stood up with him, securing his cape back onto his armor. She stared at him, taking a deep breath.

“As if I'd let you die here!” she hissed. Mana pulsed through her veins, just enough to fill in the gaps for Bedivere. If she could help him unleash his Noble Phantasm, they'd both come out of this alive. Even if she supplied him with mana, she wouldn't die. At least, not immediately. “I have mana to spare. Let me give you some.”

“No. You will perish if you do that, Master. I cannot allow such acts,” he pushed. The suggestion was too much, even for her. His body tensed as Gudako took his hands in hers. Such a simple action would've made her flustered if they were in any other situation, but she was serious here.

Gudako whispered a small apology before pressing her lips against his. Direct mana transfers like this were rare, and she understood when Bedivere jerked away from her. His eyes were widened, horrified, but Airgetlam began to glow. The transfer was successful at the cost of their friendship, it seemed.

She felt more drained than usual, a sign of overworking her magic circuits. She slumped against the tree, barely keeping her eyes open while watching her Servant. “Unleash your Noble Phantasm,” she said before finally falling asleep.

iii.

It's been two weeks since their last mission, and two weeks since Gudako has actually talked to him. Bedivere wasn't the type to look for attention, but rather, he was concerned. The Master took a day and a half to sleep, and another day to recover. Dr. Roman reported that she was fine but a bit sore when he asked.

Asking her questions about the mana transfer could wait. Instead, he offered to help her in her recovery, only to be ignored by his Master and prodded by Mordred. The brash knight was acting like an overprotective guard dog that could rival Cu Chulainn. Of course, this also meant questions about what happened.

“Ha?! What do you mean, 'you let Master do it'?! I'll bash your face in, you honor student!” Mordred yelled, earning her a few looks from the others in the hallways. Gudako was nowhere to be found, and this young woman wouldn't answer Bedivere until she was satisfied. “You're the reason why she's limping like that?!”

“Please keep your voice down. I don't wish to disturb others,” he replied. While he disagreed with Mordred's way of speech, he couldn't help but feel the effects of her words. His Master was forced to do such a thing just to save both of them. In fact, despite her reassuring words, he couldn't help but feel as if he's failed both his King and his Master.

“What? As if you're to talk. I bet everyone just wants to know how the hell she ended up in that state,” she retorted, rolling her shoulder. It looked like she was getting ready to make her words come true. Bedivere trusted in the Chaldea Security System for breaking up fights, though. “A mana transfer that you couldn't stop... what, did she kiss you or something?”

He only faltered for a moment, but Mordred already caught onto it. She continued her rambling. “Really? The two of you did it?” she said, pinching the bridge of her nose. There hadn't been any explicit confirmation from him yet, but at this point, it was unnecessary. “So that's why she's been acting like... hey! Go talk to her!”

Mordred was acting as if Bedivere hadn't tried that already. The last time he knocked on Gudako's door, something crashed onto the floor and yet she acted as if no one was there. It was obvious their mental link was being actively blocked as well. He tried to call out to her, even just to check on her, but he couldn't. The kiss was an act of desperation, and yet...

“All has been tried and done. It is up to Master to forgive me for letting her do such an act. I understand it was out of desperation, but I understand the toll it has on her. After all, we're only Servant and Master,” he said. If the other woman had realized something, it didn't show on her face. Instead, she only pointed her thumb in the direction of Gudako's room.

“Alright, I think I've finally gotten it,” she grumbled. “Leave, before I really bash your face in.”

Anything else Mordred grumbled about was drowned out by her stomping. Bedivere gave a relieved sigh before turning to Gudako's room, where she was currently staying for a while. After this week, she would be returning to her normal duties. In Bedivere's mind, he didn't want to interfere with her rest, but there was no better time than now.

Two knocks on her room already elicited the sound of something heavy falling to the floor with a thump. He didn't speak for fear of scaring her again. Instead, he waited there as his Master opened the door with a hopeful smile. Her expression immediately became dejected, closing the door on his face once more.

Bedivere held his hand out, stopping her movements. “Please,” he started. “We haven't talked in a while, and I'm concerned about your well-being. If it pleases you, I can stay outside.”

The Servant watched as his Master chewed on her lower lip. She looked down on the ground, avoiding his steady gaze. “About that concern of yours... is it of a Servant's concern for their master, or more like a friend's worry for one?”

It would be a lie if he said he wasn't taken aback, or at least a little confused. Bedivere frowned. “I.. pardon?”

“It's fine, don't answer that,” Gudako replied. Her words sounded too dull for someone like her. Whatever she was hiding, Bedivere didn't want to pry from her. A mistake was made on his part, though, and he wanted to correct that. His Master leaned or the doorway, gently taking Bedivere's hand off the door. “I'm okay, if that's what you were looking for. Circuits are a little fried.”

“Master, I apologise for such a blunt question, but have I done something wrong?” he asked, but he let his arm fall from the door. She was free to close the door on him any minute now. Instead, the doorway was still wide open, and Gudako had gone back to her nervous habit of chewing her lips.

“I didn't think I'd have a conversation like this with you, but I don't want it to be where anyone can eavesdrop,” she said, carefully opening the door to let Bedivere pass. He gave her a grateful nod before letting himself in. Gudako locked the door behind them, taking her time. “What makes you think you've done something wrong?”

“This might sound too inappropriate, but like I have said a while ago, we haven't talked for some time. Is something the matter?” Bedivere asked. He was starting to question himself if her avoidance was just a figment of his imagination, or if he was simply being too needy. Without waiting for an answer, he decided to bite the bullet. “If this was about the kiss, it does not need any discussion. It was a mistake on my side. If only I had been—“

“Bedivere, stop,” she said. Bedivere went quiet, bowing his head in repentance. His eyes didn't meet hers, but he could still feel her presence. The white tiles of her room were his only companions as he listened to her. “It's my fault as a Master. Don't blame yourself, please. The kiss must've been uncomfortable, too. I'm sorry. It was the only way I could think of that didn't require as much mana.”

The kiss wasn't uncomfortable. It would've felt nice if they weren't in that situation, or if they weren't a Master and a Servant. He kept his head bowed as he spoke. “I am not the judge of your actions, Master. I am only a Servant who has done nothing of significance. However we look at it, we are still Master and Servant. Such intimate actions should be reserved for lovers.”

“I don't see you as just a Servant,” Gudako told him. He couldn't stop himself from looking up at her, confusion present in his eyes. She fidgeted in her position, playing with her hands. “You're a very dear friend to me, Bedivere. That's why I wanted you to forget what happened if it meant not being friends anymore. If I left you alone, you wouldn't remember.”

“That... isn't very possible, Master,” he said. There was a deeper meaning to her actions, but he didn't know if he could uncover that now. He settled on focusing on her words. “I'm terribly sorry, Master. However bad a moment may be, I could—or would—not forget it. However, is it truly acceptable for us to be friends?”

“Why not? We aren't conventional Masters and Servants anyway,” she said, giving him a small smile. “We don't know how long this Grand Order will drag out. Even with just one more Singularity left, we're still unsure of the future. If you ever find yourself thinking you can't be friends with me, just tell me, okay? I'll remind you that everyone here's a friend of mine.”

He wondered if the kiss, the shy blushes, and the occasional stutter were all part of being a friend. A Master like her shouldn't be holding that kind of affection for a Servant like him, but a part of her words rang true. This wasn't a real Holy Grail War, and everyone was going to stay here for a while. As he served his King and his Master, he thought of times when he thought he felt lonely.

Perhaps Gudako felt the same way as well. She spent most of her time with Servants, and she had managed to befriend all of them. As professional as they were, they were still bound by time and the Grand Order. Bedivere nodded as he accepted her words, returning a smile of his own.

“I see. Even though we are different, you show signs of perseverance. And even though I serve my King, I shall truly devote my sword to you, my Master,” he said, bowing.

This conversation was far from done, but they had finally talked after two weeks. To him, it was an accomplishment. Gudako's pleased face could tell him that she felt the same as well.