Imagine Dan Heng being utterly terrified for his rebirth, solely because he fears not being able to find you in the next life.
Or even worse. What if in his next life, he's just as stubborn as he is now? Wanting nothing to do with anything from his previous life, wanting nothing to do with you?
Just the thought makes him sick to his stomach, along with the realization at just how much of a lack of control he'll one day have over his life.
So, he holds you tighter at night, nuzzling into you so hard it almost aches. You know something is wrong, but until he confesses his greatest fears, you'll be right there next to him.
Warning: sexual content, unprotected sex, sex toys?
Your bunny boyfriend acts all sweet, innocent, and shy around other people, whether they're strangers, friends, or family. Simply the perfect bunny.
But when you're alone, he becomes a completely different person. His libido increases a thousandfold, and all he thinks about is fucking you. In seconds, he'll bend you down on any soft surface so he can fuck you to his heart's content, whether it's the bed, the sofa, or that fur rug he begged you to buy.
Your bunny boyfriend really enjoys pretending you're his dirty bunny. He makes you wear furry bunny ears (which he bought at a costume shop), furry thigh-high stockings, and a white pom-pom-shaped anal plug that looks just like his own.
He has you face down, ass up, drooling on the sheets as he vigorously fucks you from behind. His hands grip your hips tightly, his nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your smooth skin. He groans and moans, biting his lip as he watches the pom-pom on your ass quiver when your anus contracts and loosens around the metal.
“Y-you... you have to –ugh... k-keep it inside you... n-naughty bunny...”
All you can do is moan as his cock hits your sweet spot again and again. Your hands grip the sheets, his fat balls slapping against your ass repeatedly, leaving a red mark on your fuzzy skin. The wet, dirty sound of slaps fills the room along with the thick smell of sex. His cock throbs inside you, his movements becoming more erratic, feverish like a real bunny in heat. He pinches your clit, making your eyes roll back.
“C-cum on, bunny... c-cum on right now... so your h-husband... can cum inside... y-you...”
His fingers rub and pinch your clit, right where his thick cock goes in and out of you. Your belly clenches and an electric shock travels through your pussy. You come with a sharp moan, your juices soaking his cock, dripping from his balls. The sensation makes his eyes roll back. With one last thrust, he cums, strands of warm, thick semen filling you. His tail twitches and quivers, as do his ears. Looks like you two will have a litter of bunnies very soon ♥︎
content: nsfw, college student!phainon, professor fem!reader, masturbating, oral (fem receiving), secret relationship, dirty talk, mentioned phainon as soft dom, implied rough sex, public sex
note: ik ive been inactive i dunno what to write. i've started reading erha again and i was thinking of that particular trope shizun fucker or smth like that and thinking that phainon lowkey suits this trope. imo, he looks like a puppy as well. so basically this is self-indulgent. i also forgot how to write so if this turned out weird, i'm so sorry 😭.
i can definitely imagine the whole picture wherein phainon is a good student. he doesn't miss class, he's got decent grades — basically the epitome of that one college student who's good looking and a walking perfection.
everyone wants to be his boyfriend but according to his friend group, it seems that he's not interested in dating. there are no reasons given whatsoever and he always rejects those who confessed to him.
here's the thing though. he likes someone. and it's one of his professors. it's his darkest secret and he's not afraid to admit that to himself. he likes you. he wants to both worship the ground you walk on and fuck you senseless.
he can't help it. after your class, phainon would go straight to his dorm — thank the aeons he doesn't have a roommate — locks the door, get comfy in his bed, and jack off on the thought of you. he would immediately picture you on his mind and how perfect you looked today: hair tied neatly, the gray blouse you wore that is a bit tight that he sees your curves along with your dark pants. gods, he imagines you drooling while phainon rams his cock inside you, you whimper his name that sends him into a frenzy and eager to hear more of those pretty little sounds you make.
fast forward to when he's finally in a relationship with you: when he feels brave, he would definitely fuck you on one of your desks, your mini skirt hiked up that's just enough space for him to lap his tongue on your pussy. phainon is starved. he wants to be buried in between your legs and eat you out like there's no tomorrow. he would insert two of his fingers inside your mouth to try to shut the noises from spilling to avoid getting caught while he picks up a rhythm in just slipping his tip inside and out. he wouldn't give you the whole thing just yet.
i imagine phainon would start from calling you the sweetest endearments while he's gently pleasuring you, being a soft dom then shift to dirty talking and fucking you hard and rough. phainon praises you for taking him so well, peppering kisses all over your face and neck to soothe you from the pain because you could never adjust well to his size.
when the shift happens, he would point out how one of your students is making you feel so good and no other student of yours can fuck you as good as him. he'd whisper how dirty you are because your student is fucking you before and after class.
it would be hard for the two of you to hide that forbidden relationship from the others because of how hungry phainon is for you. he would follow you around begging for your attention like a puppy and once the two of you are out of sight, he pounces like a rabbit in heat.
It started with you and Olruggio sat together at his work desk, you’d been keeping him company while he worked bored and feeling a little mischievous. After a while your hands started to wander, trailing into his shirt to run along his hairy chest, a teasing squeeze to his pecks, and then lower along the plush skin of his stomach. He indulged you, not shooing you away as he pretended to only have his mind on work. Then your hands graze the edge of his sash slowly creeping underneath and fingers fanning out to caress his thighs.
His pen stills for only a moment before getting back to it, he can feel his face heating up. Anticipation distracting him from any work related thoughts. Then he lets out a shaky sigh as your dominant hand finally takes hold of him. He’s heavy in your hand, not quite awake enough to play yet but you’re confident you can change that. You firmly pump your hand down his length adding a pressure around his tip every time you pass it. Olly’s breath stutters as he leans his weight into you, you can feel the muscles in his back relaxing as you press your chin to his shoulder.
“You work so hard Olly, you should relax a little more.” You hum in his ear. You can feel him stiffening in your hand by the second, heat is pooling and your palm is slicking with his weeping excitement. Grazing your teeth along the exposed skin of his neck he jolts bucking up into your hand with a groan. You reward his reaction by pumping him harder, paying special attention to circling your thumb along his now prominent wet tip. Using your free hand you tug his robes down so his cock can spring free, wet noises of your continued motions filling the small workshop. Trailing back up the expanse of his stomach you push his loose fitting shirt up over his pecks so you can get a nice view of his chest to egg you on. “Olruggio of the Torch, the man you are.” You sigh a clear ache in your core making you roll your hips forward.
“Olly have you seen-“ Qifrey immediately sputters and shys nearly stumbling on the steps he’d just ascended. You pause your actions for just a moment making the darker haired man groan in mild irritation. Hiding his now very red face in his delicate hands he turns his face away. “What are you two doing?! It's mid-day!” He whines out, you can see his face adjust a bit as he peeks through his fingers. With a laugh you smile at your other lover and lean more casually into Olruggio.
“Having adult fun, want to join us? I’m sure the girls can do some peer studies for a bit.” You offer winking at the flustered man, an eager smile still paying on your features. He lowers his hands just a bit to regard you nervously. Of course he wants to join but what if the girls come looking for him?
“It’ll be fine Qifrey, live a little.” Olruggio huffs patience wearing thin with each moment your hand just rests on his still twitching length. Patting his work desk for emphasis. Qifrey’s eye glances back down to the door warily then flicks back to Olly’s splayed out form. You can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he weighs the options.
“O-Okay…” he bites his lip. “Just for a bit.” He relents, stepping over to push Olruggio’s previous note out of the way and sit atop the desk. He sits there; legs crossed and eye focused on your hand. Seems he’s content to watch. Taking the pause as a go ahead you start back where you left off. Olruggio sighs low brows knitting as he focuses on the pleasure, hoping to quickly return to the previous build. Placing a firm bite to the junction of his neck and shoulder has him arching into your hand. Qifrey places a finger to his lips, biting the skin to prevent any noise. Spirits know you’ll tease him relentlessly.
“Just like that Olly, show Qifrey how pent up you’ve been without him.” You place a kiss just under his ear. It’s been a while since all three of you had an intimate moment. Being the one to frequently move between both areas of the atelier you usually manage solo moments between the two. You’d have to admit you missed seeing Qifrey pin Olruggio beneath him and fucking him with a gentle care leaving all manner of marks behind or indulge in sucking Qifrey off while Olruggio has him in a headlock of sorts, thrusting into him roughly just like Qifrey asks him to.
Qifrey’s gaze flicks to you, you offer a smirk in return. You’re playing with fire but that’s the fun part. Olruggio’s hips rut against your hand with every stroke to the base wet sounds and his constant string of moans like music between you two. Using your free hand again you drag your nails along Olly’s chest, over one of his nipples and down his stomach. The man hisses and moans loudly, head tilting back to rest on your shoulder. You repeat that motion twice more before you deal his cock pulse more frequently in your hand. Speeding up your pumps you place more bites along his neck to bring him even closer. The wet slick coating your hand makes it easy to work him faster and harder by the second.
Then Olruggio’s hand comes up to grip your wrist, halting your motions and pausing his desperate thrusts. “Wait hah wait wait.” He strains out, clearly trying his best to stave off his orgasm. You loosen your grip watching him slowly come down, chest heaving as he composes himself. “Qifrey.” He says eyes half lidded staring at his lover. The white haired man straightens to attention, hands pushing him closer to the edge of the desk as he leans forward.
“Yes?”
“I want you to touch me too.” He sighs, holding out both hands to the taller man. “I want to cum with you inside me.” Qifrey doesn’t need even a second to think, immediately sliding off the desk and onto his knees. To hell with keeping it quick. He situates himself between Olly’s knees, hands moving to hold the dark haired man’s hips. Removing your hand you adjust to move farther back and give Qifrey more room, even helping Olly lower onto his back. “Don’t go too far.” Olruggio hums, reaching up to take your hand back into his. You smile down at him fondly, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips.
Qifrey slowly eases Olruggio’s thighs up, pressing them forward so he can get better access. Slowly removing his robes lower on his hips he lets his own hard length free. The tip is a deep dark pink, the veins prominent as it bobs. He’s clearly been holding out, disregarding his own discomfort too lost in the scene he’d been watching. Shifting back to lean on your calves you take a quick glance around Olly’s room. You spot a very familiar bottle near the edge of his steps, close to where his bed hangs.
“Hang on.” You stand to step over and grab the bottle quickly handing it over to Qifrey as you return. He thanks you before uncorking it, slowly he pours the oil over his fingers and a little over Olly’s entrance. The scruffier man tenses a bit at the sudden sensation before relaxing. You take the initiative to distract him with more kisses. You lick into his mouth eagerly, hand trailing up to take his aching cock into your hand again. You start you pace slow, less firm but more teasing making sure to run your finger along the slit of his tip.
With Olruggio’s soft moans indicating his pleasure Qifrey presses one finger against his entrance slowly circling and pressing against it. When the finger slips in Olly groans a bit but lets you keep him busy, trying to relax. You pump him a little faster. Thrusting and curling his finger inside Qifrey gives it a few minutes before adding a second finger. Olruggio moans into your mouth as you squeeze his base and firmly pump him in time with the scissoring of Qifrey’s fingers.
A fun idea pops into your head as you pull away from Olly’s mouth for air, strings of saliva still connecting you both. You watch carefully for when Qifrey is about to add a third finger, moving your free hand down to brace your weight as you move farther down Olly’s body. Just as Qifrey finally adds the third finger you lower your hand to Olly’s back and take him fully into your mouth, letting his tip grace your throat as you swallow around him. Olruggio lets out a rough gasp and moan as he involuntarily bucks up into your mouth, pressing his tip farther down your throat. You can hear Qifrey groan too as he thrusts his fingers quickly into Olruggio’s stretched hole.
Sliding your mouth off of Olly with a loud pop you lick your lips before leaning up to steal a kiss from Qifrey. The ladder presses his own tongue into your mouth quick in pinning your tongue down so he can ravage the taste of both his lovers. When you part again you move to retake Olly into your mouth slowly bobbing in a circular motion. Qifrey removes his fingers from Olly, taking his own hard length into his hand to pump it a few times as he watches you.
Slowly the taller man presses his tip against Olly’s entrance easing the tip past the tight ring of muscle. Olruggio is a stuttering and practically sobbing mess under you, head rolling back as he arches against your body. “Fuuuck.” He groans, hands moving to grip your hips tightly for some kind of purchase. Sliding in slowly, Qifrey breathes laboriously at the tight squeeze of Olruggio’s insides.
When the taller man is finally flush with Olly’s hips he starts a slow deep pace, sighing and moaning with each audible slap. As Olly hips rock with each thrust you have a harder time keeping steady so you let hip slip from your mouth and start retreating from above him. Olruggio halts you again with his hands still firm on your hips. “Don’t go.” He whines beneath you. “Sit on my face.” His hands slip into your robes to tug them down past your hips and down your legs that are already framing his head. Helping you maneuver them off fully he now has your sex bare to him.
Eager in his request he pulls your hips down to meet him. His mouth immediately begins licking and sucking against you. You let out a loud moan not expecting him to be so ravenous. You can’t help the immediate rocking of your hips, each long glide of his tongue on you making your legs feel weak. “Shit Olly!” You whine out riding his face in earnest. His facial hair provides an intense friction that makes you want to rock even harder against him.
Qifrey’s hips pick up as he watches you fall apart on Olruggio’s mouth. Each thrust coming fast and hard, bullying the shorter man’s prostate. Olruggio moans into you, gripping your hips tighter to press you impossibly closer. Wet sloppy noises bounce off the walls as you three desperately use each other for your own pleasure. Qifrey leans forward to pull you into another kiss by the back of your neck. His hand is gentle as it rests on your nape mouth moving against yours, swallowing each moan you let out. One of your hands rests on Qifrey’s shoulder as you keep rocking against Olruggio’s mouth. The other trails down to press against the ladder’s abdomen, creating an even more intense pressure as Qifrey fucks him.
Olruggio raises your hips just a bit to swallow some breaths before delving back into you with another long moan. Qifrey’s thrusts start growing sloppy with each passing second, his breathy moans slipping past your lips as he tries to keep pace. Breaking your sloppy kiss you move your hand to tug at Qifrey’s hair roughly. “Cum Qifrey. I know you’re close.” You tug again and relish in Qifrey’s half groan half whimper. “Cum inside Olly, you know he wants you too.”
As if to agree, Olruggio ruts his hips harshly into the other man’s thrusts and moans. Qifrey bites his lip with a half lidded gaze into your eyes before he inevitably tumbles over the edge. Maintaining eye contact as he whines and ruts through his orgasm, spilling into Olruggio with each sloppy thrust. Moans of both your names slipping from him like a prayer until he can only let out weak loaves breaths. Easing up your hand from Olly’s abdomen you return to pumping him with quick firm movements. Olruggio clenches around Qifrey as he also spills into your hand and onto his stomach and chest. As he thrusts up into your hand milking his orgasm you sigh and moan rocking desperately against his mouth in hopes of finding your own release.
That’s when you get halted for a third time. This time it’s Qifrey half your movements by pressing his hands firmly over Olruggio’s to keep you still. He lifts your hips off Olruggio’s mouth, the dark haired man taking the moment to breathe again. You sob out desperate whine as you feel the sparks of your release fizzle. “Qifrey!” You look at him with a near broken expression. He just smiles that stupid proper polite smile back at you while shaking his head.
“Not yet.” He hums in a frustratingly cheery tone. “Don’t think I don’t know who initiated this little stunt.” His voice is friendly but you can feel a sinister aura wafting from him. You feel a prickle of nervousness run along your neck. “You said you’d help with today’s lesson, you knew I’d come looking for you.” He lays out your blatant plan, seeing through you as easily as ever. Dread creeps up as you sweat under Qifrey’s stern smile.
You’ve been caught and now you’re in trouble…
“We can continue this after today's lesson, the one you’ve so blatantly delayed.” He states firmly as he helps you move off Olruggio and start redressing. Nooooo! You could actually cry.
Olruggio sits up and watches his two lovers. You’re pleading with Qifrey for at least one moment of release but the taller man is having none of it. Olruggio would come to some sort of defense if he wasn’t still floating on cloud nine. He watches you two descend the stairs again with a fond smile. He’ll make it up to you twice over later tonight, spirits know Qifrey won’t stay cross for long once he’s the one underneath the both of you.
(I’m so sorry this too me so long! 😭 I was in a funk real bad. I ended up not liking the first attempt and completely rewrote everything a few times. I kept part of the first attempt though so I can turn it into a different Orufrey x Reader fic. Next up is the Three Wise x Reader fic! ily you guys thanks for reading! *I edited these manga panels to add so I can make the fics more visually interesting when you guys search for them*)
Everyone who knows about the vice captain of the fifth company's antics would guess that intimate moments with Lohen are on the rougher side, but they couldn't have been more wrong. He is so sweet and knightly to you even in bed— always making you feel loved and cared for.
Though, it makes you start to wonder if he is holding back for your sake or worse— that he isn't enjoying his time with you as much as you do.
So, consulting your most trusted life coach (Lisa), which ends with you asking for a certain solution from the chief alchemist, brings you here. Despite the guilt in your heart, you add the liquid into the tea you've made for him in hopes that it'll help him act according to his desires truly.
You bring the cup to the living room, trying to keep your expression neutral. But the moment Lohen looks at the teacup, a smile is presented to you— and it's all it takes for yours to drop.
"We are drugging each other now?"
This was such a bad idea.
But you can't lie to your lover, can you? Not like you'd have a change fooling him, anyway.
"...Sorry."
Despite your act being thrown off— Lohen chugs down the aphrodisiac-filled tea in one sip. Willingly.
"You know, I'd still indulge in whatever you'd like without this too. All you had to do was ask."
The guilt is more evident in your eyes now; you try to hide your hands that you keep playing with behind your back. But Lohen leans forward a bit so he can hold your arm and drag you closer to him— placing you on his lap.
"Well— I just thought... that you were holding back when we are... intimate. And I don't want you to not enjoy yourself, so—"
The flicker of surprise is short-lived in his eyes— leaving its place for pure amusement.
He grins, a snicker leaving his mouth.
"Oh, so that's how it is."
Within a second, your back meets the couch's soft cushion, and Lohen caresses your hair lovingly while his hungry eyes are focused on you.
"Well, like I said— all you had to do was ask, bunny."
content: nsfw, college student!phainon, professor fem!reader, masturbating, oral (fem receiving), secret relationship, dirty talk, mentioned phainon as soft dom, implied rough sex, public sex
note: ik ive been inactive i dunno what to write. i've started reading erha again and i was thinking of that particular trope shizun fucker or smth like that and thinking that phainon lowkey suits this trope. imo, he looks like a puppy as well. so basically this is self-indulgent. i also forgot how to write so if this turned out weird, i'm so sorry 😭.
i can definitely imagine the whole picture wherein phainon is a good student. he doesn't miss class, he's got decent grades — basically the epitome of that one college student who's good looking and a walking perfection.
everyone wants to be his boyfriend but according to his friend group, it seems that he's not interested in dating. there are no reasons given whatsoever and he always rejects those who confessed to him.
here's the thing though. he likes someone. and it's one of his professors. it's his darkest secret and he's not afraid to admit that to himself. he likes you. he wants to both worship the ground you walk on and fuck you senseless.
he can't help it. after your class, phainon would go straight to his dorm — thank the aeons he doesn't have a roommate — locks the door, get comfy in his bed, and jack off on the thought of you. he would immediately picture you on his mind and how perfect you looked today: hair tied neatly, the gray blouse you wore that is a bit tight that he sees your curves along with your dark pants. gods, he imagines you drooling while phainon rams his cock inside you, you whimper his name that sends him into a frenzy and eager to hear more of those pretty little sounds you make.
fast forward to when he's finally in a relationship with you: when he feels brave, he would definitely fuck you on one of your desks, your mini skirt hiked up that's just enough space for him to lap his tongue on your pussy. phainon is starved. he wants to be buried in between your legs and eat you out like there's no tomorrow. he would insert two of his fingers inside your mouth to try to shut the noises from spilling to avoid getting caught while he picks up a rhythm in just slipping his tip inside and out. he wouldn't give you the whole thing just yet.
i imagine phainon would start from calling you the sweetest endearments while he's gently pleasuring you, being a soft dom then shift to dirty talking and fucking you hard and rough. phainon praises you for taking him so well, peppering kisses all over your face and neck to soothe you from the pain because you could never adjust well to his size.
when the shift happens, he would point out how one of your students is making you feel so good and no other student of yours can fuck you as good as him. he'd whisper how dirty you are because your student is fucking you before and after class.
it would be hard for the two of you to hide that forbidden relationship from the others because of how hungry phainon is for you. he would follow you around begging for your attention like a puppy and once the two of you are out of sight, he pounces like a rabbit in heat.
summary: you just wanted to keep things with lohen interesting, but you weren't intending to do it this way.
themes: established relationship, aphrodisiac sex, fuckin like bunnies, simultaneous orgasm, creampie, a lil bit of breeding kink, assitant-librarian!reader
word count: 1.6k | ao3
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Lohen told you he was tired of being the only toxin-slinger in your relationship.
“What the fuck?” he said, wincing with his hand pressed to his chest. “Bunny, what did you put in this?”
“Wh-what?” you shot back, your head swiveling from his shimmering glass of cider to his pained expression. “I just…I poisoned it! Like you asked me to!”
“Where,” he gasped, “did you get the poison from?”
You recalled the lonely caravan that had settled into the alley behind Angel’s Share. The old woman running it had various items on display, every one of them looking lethal enough to have warranted the Knights of Favonius’s intervention. But you weren’t on duty as the Knights' assistant librarian when you came across her, so you figured it wouldn’t be a conflict of interest to pursue her wares.
Because Lohen wanted you to be more interesting. Push him around a little, give him a challenge. You tried your best, but you always felt like you failed to meet his expectations, regardless of him thanking you every time for trying. You weren’t strong like him, and as smart as you were, that knowledge of yours didn’t necessarily apply to life-endangering traps. Sure, you were getting accustomed to Lohen and his methods, even becoming capable of avoiding his trickery at a near fifty-percent success rate, but that didn’t make you nearly as crafty as him. You worried that if things continued on this way, he might start to become bored of you.
Hence why you had asked him what kind of foul play he wanted for the next date night. His answer had been simple and charming, “Poison me, pretty girl.”
The shady old woman in the shady old caravan had been selling all sorts of shady-looking poisons. So of course you bought a vial; you practically had to. But you didn’t expect it to affect Lohen like this.
He leaned over the table, his hand curled into a fist, and let out a pained groan. Your hands hovered desperately in the air, whipping around as though searching for an invisible solution.
“I-I don’t know who she was,” you babbled, panic rising in your chest. “There was an old lady selling toxins, so I just—.”
“Ugh,” Lohen moaned again.
You lurched forward desperately, your hands cupping his cheeks.
“Are you okay?! Should I…should I call for someone?!”
“Fuck,” he spat, his face flushing scarlet red. “What did the old hag tell you when she sold it to you?”
“That…! It was perfect for us! ‘Cause it’s a…love…poison.”
Your voice fell to an awkward mumble.
“You’re an idiot,” Lohen laughed, his red-blue eyes twinkling with mirth. “Bunny, this isn’t poison.”
You blinked. “What…?”
He pulled on your hips, bringing your body closer to his. His breath, hot and shaky, ghosted across your collar as he rested his forehead into your shoulder. Slumped against you, his voice rumbled against your skin when he said, “This is an aphrodisiac, Bun.”
Your jaw fell unhinged. Acutely realizing your stroke of idiocy, a rush of heat penetrated your cheeks. You gawked down at Lohen, who was breathing hard against your neck like he was struggling for air, and flinched when his hands reached under your dress.
“Whatever,” he said, panting as his fingers pressed into your ass. “Don’t worry about it. This works too.”
“Wait, wait,” you sputtered, feeling a throb between your legs. “Wait, I didn’t mean to—.”
Your voice was interrupted by the pierce of Lohen’s teeth. He relinquished a loud moan into your neck, his hot tongue laving across your skin as he alternated between sucks and bites. Those hands under your dress moved upwards, manipulating you under his palms like putty as he groped you through your panties. You gasped when he bit you again, this time his teeth digging hard enough to draw blood.
“Fuck, you smell good,” he moaned. “I wanna split you open on the table, Bun.”
“You want to what?!”
“Wanna fuck your tight little cunt,” he purred. “Fuck you so hard you cream all over me. Fuck, maybe even put a baby in you.”
“I…!” You loosed a whimper, your eyes rolling backwards when Lohen gave you a hard squeeze. Heart thumping in your ears, you whined, “I don’t want to be a mom right now!”
“Do I look like I care?”
He whipped his hand against your ass, leaving stinging pain in his wake. You let out an unrestrained moan, the heat in your face soon spreading to the back of your neck. Lohen’s fingers slipped under the waist of your panties, dragging them down your thighs as he continued to growl and suckle away at your skin. Your nails dug into his shoulders, apprehensive about the state you had put him in, but certainly not unpleased by the outcome.
“Get on the fucking table,” he barked.
Overcome with lust, you obeyed.
Lohen fucked you like a rabbit.
“Ah, fuck,” he hissed into your ear, his body pressed solidly atop of yours. “Be a good girl and fucking take it.”
You whimpered, your hands curling up into fists against the rocking tabletop. Lohen reached up with his left hand, curling his fingers through the gaps of yours as he rammed your pussy from behind. His ragged pants were a constant stream in your ear, soaking your brain in a wet, hot pool of Lohen. The hand on your ass remained, and from time to time, he’d dig his nails into you so hard that you saw stars.
“You like that?” he asked, his smirk curling against your ear.
You nodded desperately.
“Of course you do,” he said, laughing. “You love taking my dick, don’t you, Bun?”
Once again, you nodded like your life depended on it. Lohen giggled into your ear, his voice heavy with pants of exertion, but light and tickling on your eardrums like it always was. He dug his teeth into the rim of your ear, extracting another strained cry from you, and growled, “Fucking say it, then.”
“L-Lohen,” you whined, embarrassed.
“Say it,” he repeated, his dick fucking your inner walls in fast, deep strokes. “You’re the one who wanted this. I’m just an unfortunate victim.”
You reached back for his head, curling your free hand into his soft locks of green hair. Tears poked at the corners of your eyes as his smooth glans mashed away at your cervix, and in a light whimper, you said, “I love taking your dick.”
Lohen let out a loud, guttural moan. Somehow fucking you even faster, he snarled, “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” you whined immediately. “Lohen, I’m yours.”
“You sure fuckin’ are.”
His girth stretched your insides, and thanks to the angle he was hitting you, his shaft fucked against the base of your clit every time. Hot sparks of pleasure shot through your point of contact, and when that thrusting dick of his stroked you for the umpteenth time, hot drool trailed down your chin. Lohen dragged his tongue up your ear and murmured, “You’re such a pretty fuckin’ girl.”
“Oh, Archons. Fuck, I—.” You let out a high-pitched, quivering noise, your toes curling into your shoes. You were starting to lose focus, lose track of where you ended and he began. The heat was overwhelming.
“Lohen,” you gasped, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Yeah? That’s good then. Cumming from my dick alone…you must fuckin’ like me.”
“I love you,” you whimpered, fingers pulling hard at his hair. “I love you, Lohen. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
He laughed against your burning-hot auricle. “I hear you. I love you too, Bun.”
The sound that flew from your lips was unrecognizable. Was that really you wailing like that while Lohen split you in half on his kitchen table? While you creamed all over his cock as it pounded your insides into mush? Or was that someone else, someone unbeknownst to you, who only came out when she knew it was time?
He really shouldn’t do it inside. You knew that he really shouldn’t, but fuck—if you didn’t want him to.
“Ah,” Lohen said, soft and airy. The hand that held yours squeezed harder. “You’re such a good girl for me, Bun.”
Plap!
His hips smacked against yours. He stopped completely inside of you, pelvis flush to yours as his dick twitched along your walls. Lohen made whiny noises beside your ear, then growly ones, then went right back to his cute little whimpers. You adored this part of him—the way he turned so undone whenever he completed you, the way he allowed himself to sound vulnerable for you, while being as strong as he was.
“You’re so pretty,” Lohen whined. “I love you so much.”
With a shiver, you came again. Your cunt squeezed Lohen’s throbbing dick, both of you cumming simultaneously. Your tears had formed a pool on his table, mixed with your dripping drool, but you were too exhausted to care when you flopped your face down into it.
“Fuck,” you said raggedly. “I’m tired, Lohen.”
The hand on your ass squeezed again. You felt the bite of his nails.
Unsurely, you lifted your head back up. Half-smiling, half-terrified, you asked, “Lohen…?”
“Look,” he said with a pout. “It’s not exactly easy to get over ‘love’ poison.”
“O…kay?!”
Your voice shot into the air. With another hard thrust of his hips against yours, Lohen laughed like the sexy maniac he was when he started to ravage you all over again.
And honestly? It wasn’t a bad end to your beginner’s mistake. Not a bad end at all.
a/n: my mind was possessed by this idea after i saw a meme of lohen asking albedo the name for "horny poison"... hope you enjoyed ^q^
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“What, you don't like it?” Olruggio’s voice holds a level of teasing, he’s trying to hold in his snicker watching you squirm in your seat. He wanted to pull a bit of a prank on you with his newest invention. Now you’re sitting in front of him looking like a kicked puppy. Is it really so jarring for you? He knows you like his scruff but he didn’t think you’d be this distraught about it.
“Please grow it back.” You whine. This is so unnatural it’s unsettling. “Olly, I'm begging you. I like your facial hair.” You grip his robes dramatically tugging at the fabric. Olruggio can’t help but let his laughter slip out. Reaching his arms up he undoes the small knot keeping the Cosmetic Mask in place. When it releases its effects and his usual tiered eyed, full scruff faced self is revealed your dower expression is immediately replaced with obvious relief. “Oh thank the spirits.” You sigh like you’ve just finished battling a beast twice your size.
“Is it really so off putting for me to be well rested and clean shaven?” He chuckles, placing the mask on his work desk. He can’t deny your longing for his usual look is as flattering as it is concerning.
“Yes!” You huff. “I love your rugged look. My Olly has a weathered charm.” He snorts at the phrasing. Pulling up a seat next to you he rests his chin on one hand and tugs you closer with the other.
“You really know how to make a man feel loved, dove.” Olruggio presses a kiss to your adorably pouty lips.
~~~
Watching your partner work is something you’ll never be tired of. His focused expression, the steady confidence of each stroke of the pen, and the cute way his brows knit when he’s stuck on something. You stand to stretch and breathe sigh as your muscles relax. Stepping over to Olruggio you place a kiss to his crown before starting down the steps. “I’m going to grab something to eat, want anything in particular?” You throw the question with little explanation of a response and receive a grunt in response. You roll your eyes with a smile, so relentlessly hardworking.
When you return he’s exactly as you left him, scribbling notes, maybe a few extra crumpled papers tossed toward the bin. Taking a step closer you place a cup of warm tea and a small apple tart next to him. You return to your spot on the comfortable pillows lining his window and go back to your favorite pass time of Olly watching. He doesn’t move to take a bite of the tart or sip the tea in a good while which you figure is because he hasn’t noticed them with how enthralled he is in his work.
“Olruggio.” You call out to the man. His form just sticks to the arching over the desk in a way you’re sure is detrimental to his posture. “Olruggio of the Torch.” Your voice dips into a less honeyed tone, into something more stern. Your arms cross over your chest when he still doesn’t respond. Okay brat you have this coming. Taking up your palm quire your draw a quick seal, grasping wind. When you close the circle you point it at the man’s pen making it effortlessly fly away from his grasp and into yours.
Startled from his work he glances about looking for his lost pen before his eyes land on you. His eyes soften as you fix him with a pointed stare. “Drink your tea Olly, don’t have me tell you twice.” You point his pen at him and use it to direct him to his late night treat he’d been ignoring. With a noise of surprise he takes up the tea and sips it gratefully, after comes the tart which he wastes no time eating, only takes about three bites before it’s gone.
“Please try to take care of yourself a bit Olly, I want you around for a long time.” You hum leaning down to press your body into his back. He didn’t hear you cross the way, too distracted by his sweet. Wish your chin resting on his shoulder and lidded eyes gazing at him with an affection that squeezes his heart he can’t help but relent.
“Okay I hear you.” He says, leaning his head on yours.
~~~
“Are you sure you want to come with me? It’s a long journey.” Olruggio asks while laying with you in bed. You’re tucked into his side eyes resting but still awake.
“Yes, for the third time, yes I want to come.” You sigh fingers idly playing with his night shirts fabric. “Do you not want me to join you?” He’s asked so many times now you're starting to be a bit perturbed.
“No I do, I’d love it if you joined me, it's just-. It’s not an exciting job, I’m sure you’ll be bored.” He shrugs staring up at the brick ceiling of his room. The candle by his bed is still flickering, making shadows dance across the stones.
“No time spent with you is boring.” You hum absentmindedly as you drift closer to unconsciousness. Olruggio can feel his heart thud heavy at your words. You say it so casually, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He has to bite back the stinging in his waterline so he doesn't let tears well up and risk waking you with shuttered breaths.
The next morning you are all packed to join him along his journey, he purposely brings along only one snug stone, a convenient excuse to cuddle up under the stars.
~~~
You were accompanying Olruggio, and the girls on a trip to town to stock up on some things. Unfortunately Qifrey isn’t feeling well and had to stay in bed under your strict orders. All the neighboring villages know your partner well and often are excited to see him when he’s passing through. So you often wait patiently on the side for him to finish his chats. During one of these moments you feel a tug at your sleeve. Glancing down you notice it’s Agott trying to catch your attention.
“Yes love?” You kneel to better hear her. You also notice she’s trying to balance an awful lot of stuff in her arms.
“It's getting late, I’d like to get some more studying in before nightfall.” Her expression is very serious, always so diligent. She reminds you an awful lot of someone you know. Nodding, you turn to call to Olruggio.
“Olly, we’ll be heading back in a few minutes!” When he nods at you with a waive you turn back to take some of the things Agott is holding so she isn’t so weighed down. You both chat as you wait for the other girls to gather, unaware of Olruggio’s gaze. There’s something about the scene that makes his heart feel lighter but he just can’t quite connect it in his mind.
“Dear, we shouldn't keep the nice witch. His family looks like they’re waiting on him.” The villager's wife cuts into her husband's chatter, catching Olly’s attention. The man grunts and apologizes. “Sorry about that, got a little carried away, that’s a cute kid you two have, looks just like you.” Hold on. Olruggio can feel the saliva in his mouth drying rapidly. “Yes I had no idea you had a spouse, let alone a child, you must be very proud.” The villager’s wife smiles as she links her arm with her husband.
Olruggio can feel his soul leaving his body. They think you’re married and Agott is your child? Does he really look old enough for a child as old as Agott? Slumping his shoulders pathetically he goes to correct them only to be interrupted by you calling out to him again. Now with all four of the girls surrounding you, you look like a duck with all its little ducklings pressed to their side.
“Right, I should be off.” He gives a small bow to the villagers before joining you to take your leave. The village couple watches with smiles as Olruggio takes the items from your hands as you all retreat down the path home.
“What’s got you so flustered?” You hum teasingly at your partner. Olruggio huffs with a low chuckle before looking at you with a wary expression.
“Be honest dove, Do you think I look old?” He asks in a pained tone of voice.
You see the muscles in his face twitch before he even realizes he's doing it again. His eyes flutter shut, jaw widening as his lips part, stretching wider until the sound that's been irritating you slips out.
"Haahhh," the yawn slips out loudly and tiredly from him. His arms stretch behind him as if trying to release every last bit of sleep that lingers on his body.
You don't think he's even aware that was his fifth yawn in what felt like less than a minute.
"Have you been sleeping well, Qifrey?" As much as his yawns annoyed you, the thought of him being unwell worried you more.
"I wish I could say that I have, but honestly," the light tinge of pink dusts his cheeks, his hand awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as a dopey smile creeps onto his lips, "I've been a little restless."
"Have you had any of the herbal tea Tetia prepared for you?"
"Down to the last drop," Qifrey murmurs, his head drooping onto your shoulder as he closes his eyes. He lies there, ready to accept even an ounce of the slight possibility of sleep.
There's a beat of silence before you whisper into his ear, and your words have the opposite effect of sleep. His eyes snap open, and his body jerks away from yours as he stiffens. His lips part again, but not because he's about to yawn—no, he's wide awake, heart beating out of his chest. His mouth opens and closes, at a loss for words.
"You…think that would work?" He doesn't reject your offer. Instead, he's flustered, flushed with red, as he looks at you wide-eyed.
"One way to find out."
The sun has set, and the moonlight creeps into Quifrey's bedroom.
You're sitting on his bed while he rests his head on your lap, his lips nursing at your breasts. Quiet, wet slurps as his lips suckle softly at your teat. His eyes flutter softly, quiet murmurs of moans slip from his mouth, tongue flicking your hardened nipple. It teases you, sensitive to the flicks of his tongue. A quiet whine slips from you as your body trembles slightly before you pay him back the favor.
Your hand, slick and intoxicated from his musk, slows its rhythm. You squeeze the shaft of his cock a little harder as you trail upwards. The pretty pink color of the head oozes the pearly white cum from its opening, dousing your fingers in its color.
The pace of your hand edges him. His hips buck impatiently into your hand, cock throbbing and pulsing in your magical touch. He can feel himself inching closer to release, and hopefully a good night's sleep. The tip of his cock weeps the pretty white down his length, forming slick milky white webs between your fingers, and a frothy white pooling at the base of his cock. His lips pull from your nipple with a satisfying 'pop,' and his eyes squeeze shut.
"I'm c-cumming," his voice stutters between the whiny gasp of his breath. His breath labors. Every breath matched the pulsating twitch of his cock. His hips snap upwards, back lifting off your lap as a sharp gasp echoes in the walls.
It was undeniable. He could feel the heavy drag of his eyelids with every blink, lips parted as he caught his breath. He was curled up, losing the fight to stay awake, but that was the whole point.
"Good night, Qifrey."
Olruggio: Good Morning
Olruggio had a terrible habit of sleeping in. Even when the sun crept through the window by his hammock-like bed, the warmth of the sheets pulled him back into a deep slumber. You were determined to make him an early bird—as Quifrey likes to call himself—but Olruggio was more of a black cat—curling into himself and napping in the morning sun. Maybe a little incentive would help.
For a moment, Olruggio suspects Coco's brush buddy has sneaked back into the room, but the movement is larger, a little heavier than a brush buddy's. With every movement, it emits a warmth that has him almost drifting back to sleep, were it not for the small, wet kisses traveling up his chest. Pulling the covers over himself, he's met with your coy smile and batting lashes.
"Oi, what's this?" his already gruff voice is rougher with the sleep that refuses to leave his body. His lidded, tired eyes stare at yours that twinkle with bits of mischief. "It's too damn early in the morning."
"Really?" you purr at him. Your feverish hands rest on his chest, slithering down until they catch the hem of his pants. "I just want to make sure you have a good morning…"
You tug his pants down, and Olruggio sits up, making it easier for you. He's slouched against the brick wall, eyes still heavy with sleep, watching as you do your magic.
Your fingers playfully squeeze the muscles of his thigh, massaging away the knots of tension. Your warm breath hits his stirring cock, hardening with every peckish kiss. A deep chuckle slips from his lips as he watches you burrow yourself into the patch of dark hair between his legs. His ears pick up the dark pants of your breath, bathing yourself in his musk.
Your kisses grow heavier… sloppier. Your slobber bathes his cock, drowning it in your essence. Puffy lips drag up and down the length of his girthy cock. You're too much of a tease for him, especially when it's too early in the morning for him.
With a final kiss, you pull back, and a trail of spit follows you.
"That's it?" his voice betrays him, coming off more needy than he intended.
"You're awake, aren't you?"
"What you gave me was a morning kiss," Olruggio leans forward, grabbing you by your hips. His fingers catch at the hem of your loose sleepwear, pulling the thin sleep shorts off until your pantied, clothed pussy stares right at his salivating mouth. "Waiting for my good morning."
"Every good morning starts with a hearty breakfast, wouldn't you agree?"
"I do."
Olruggio doesn't waste a second before your underwear pools around your ankles, and his thick, large fingers spread the folds of your cunt apart. A slick shine webs between them, and his mouth latches on. His tongue laps upwards between your pulsating pussy, your withering legs, shaking in his hands, ticklish from the gruff hair of his beard. A deep groan rumbles from his chest, nose nudging your swollen, needy clit. Your slick runs down his chin, and you're pulling at his dark, messy bed hair.
If a weeping pussy is the reward he gets for waking up early (on time), he wouldn't mind putting in the effort once in a while.
A/n: I had a plot...then I lost it!
Unless I saw it wrong, but Olruggio's bed is the hammock attached to the brick wall, right?!?! I mean...imagining riding him and hearing the chains rattling with every bounce on his cock...imagine if y'all break the bed. RAHHH FUCKING IN THE AIR IN A FULL NELSON!!!! I mean, what??? Who said that!!!
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write a poly fic of Qifrey and Olruggio with reader.
Can you make one where they’re doing domestic things when the girls have gone to bed/settle down like cleaning the kitchen and getting ready for bed together as they reminisce on how they got to where they are today
"Woven into Home"
Summary: After a chaotic morning involving broken beds, hangovers, and far too much teasing, the quiet rhythms of life at the atelier continue on as normal. But beneath the warmth of shared meals, playful bickering, and peaceful evenings, you can’t help but feel slightly out of step with Qifrey and Olruggio’s long history together. As the day unfolds, both men gently remind you that love is not measured by time known, but by the care woven into everyday moments and that somewhere along the way, you’ve already become part of their home.
Tags: Polyamorous Relationship, Qifrey/Reader/Olruggio, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Emotional Insecurity, Established Relationship, Hangover Shenanigans, Soft Teasing, Found Family, Atelier Life, Qifrey Being Smooth, Olruggio Being Bluntly Affectionate, Apprentices Being Observant, Cuddling, Emotional Reassurance, Slice of Life.
Word Count: 3.4k
Requested?: Yes! by two anons, the 2nd request featured below.
Dividers by: @cursed-carmine & @enchanthings-a
Your eyes squint from the intrusion of the early sun’s glistening rays, a painful moan escaping you as the alcoholic activities of last night catch up to your consciousness. You feel suffocated and unbearably warm as sweat pools onto your back while two weights press against either side of your body.
You attempt to sit up but are pulled back down by a pair of equally sweaty and hot arms. Your slightly hungover brain slowly registers that the weight pulling you down is none other than both of your lovely partners, whom you would love nothing more than to get away from because of the unbearable heat you all collectively generate.
“My dears… please…” you plead, your arms straining against their hold as they lovingly try to pull you back into their embrace. “It’s so hot and sweaty… and it’s still too early.”
While actively trying to escape their strong hold, you look back at Qifrey. “Aren’t you supposed to be preparing something for the girls?”
“They aren’t usually—” Qifrey grunts, trying with all his might to reel you back in. “—awake during this hour.”
Olruggio groans, attempting to pull you down further. “Jus’ come back to bed.”
“And… respectfully, it’s not like this isn’t our first time being hot and sweaty together,” Qifrey says smoothly, followed by Olruggio’s deep laugh that shakes the hanging bed, each tremble echoing throughout your very being.
As quickly as it came, that flustered state is cut short when another bead of sweat pulls you out of the lovely bubble you had been in.
“Okay— seriously, let’s get uUP—!”
You are quickly interrupted as Qifrey locks his arms around your waist and forcibly drags you back down.
Olruggio snuggles closer, his nose buried into the crook of your neck as he inhales contentedly at your scent, no matter how sweaty you may be. “Just stay. It’s rare that we get a quiet moment like this.”
Your own body betrays you as it starts to relax into their hold, your muscles seemingly melting into theirs like puzzle pieces.
…sssnap!
Your eyebrows furrow at the sound. You look around, eyes narrowing as you try to find the source of the noise. You spot it. One of the many ropes responsible for keeping the hanging bed well… hanging.
Your previously tipsy state vanishes as realization sobers you up.
“Um… guys?”
They both hum at the same time and at the same pitch before laughing at their synchronization. Moments like these always catch you a little off guard. The ease between them is effortless, years of history woven into tiny habits you aren’t always quick enough to follow.
From their heavy laughter, the bed shakes again and your eyes widen as the rope begins to…
…sssnap!
“Both of you stop moving, the bed is going to break,” you say hurriedly, desperately trying to get them to notice.
You’d think Olruggio, out of the three of you, would be the one noticing that his own bed was literally hanging on by a thread, but instead his tipsy state gives him the courage to make a joke.
“It’s not our first time breaking a bed.”
They both laugh and wheeze at the joke before a concerningly loud SNAP bounces off the walls.
Their laughter quickly dies down as their eyes snap toward the noise. You look up and a breath of relief escapes you as you realize you all have not fallen. One rope has snapped and landed on your torso while the remaining ropes still cling to the metal hooks nailed into the brick wall.
“Okay, now you guys notice? C’mon, what if we were actually in danger?”
Qifrey, ever the charmer, presses a chaste kiss onto your cheek. “We’re sorry, love.”
From your neck, Olruggio gives you a small kiss as well.
“Should we be worried about the other suspenders?” you ask as you point toward the remaining three intact ropes.
Suddenly, all three nails keeping the ropes secured snap from the wall, sending the three of you crashing onto the stairs below.
Olruggio lands flat against the stairs, you falling on top of him and cushioning yourself, while Qifrey desperately grabs onto the wooden frame of the bed in an attempt to steady himself, his legs sprawled across your body.
Qifrey, dazed from the fall, mutters, “Well… you’re out of bed now.”
You and Olruggio can only groan in response.
Olruggio lays on the couch, fingers pressed to his temple as he attempts to soothe the avalanche of a headache plaguing him.
In the kitchen, you and Qifrey prepare breakfast for the entire atelier.
You walk toward your hungover lover to try and soothe him, but he swats your hand away.
“I’m fine… dun’ worry ‘bout me,” he mumbles unconvincingly, his words slurring with every consonant.
You playfully roll your eyes. “We both know that’s not true. Now let us help you. You never accept me or Qifrey’s help!”
His brows knit together, one raised higher than the other. “As if you and Qifrey are any different!”
You laugh. It’s true. All three of you have a difficult time accepting help, but that refusal comes from not wanting to make life difficult for others. So the fact that he refuses for that reason only makes you want to help him more.
“You too! You are actively refusing our help in this very moment!”
Qifrey joins the two of you, hangover cure in hand. “Here, my star. Drink.”
Olruggio takes one good look at the cure and immediately turns away. “No. Is that the raw egg and milk cure????”
“The very same.”
“You’re trying to kill me.”
You and Qifrey laugh, Qifrey hiding his giggles behind his hand.
Your laughter softens as you watch them bicker so naturally. They move around each other with such ease that sometimes you feel a step behind without meaning to.
“I’m joking. It’s water. It’s important to stay hydrated when you’re hungover.”
Olruggio carefully inspects the contents of the glass, making sure it truly is water. After concluding that it is, he drinks it.
You notice the shift in his eyes after the first gulp, his Adam’s apple bouncing rapidly before he exhales in satisfaction.
“Wow,” you say, slightly surprised. “You must be really thirsty.”
“Of course I am! That drinking game was—”
“Did someone say game?!” a high-pitched voice exclaims.
All three of you look up to see Qifrey’s apprentices, all donning their in-house uniforms.
Richeh sticks her chin over the stair railing. “I want to play too.”
Qifrey’s eyes light up at the sight of his beloved students. “Good morning, girls!”
“Good morning, Professor Qifrey,” they all say in unison, though with varying levels of enthusiasm.
Qifrey notices the lack thereof from Coco and Agott and makes a mental note.
Sometimes it amazes you how quickly Qifrey and Olruggio notice changes in the people around them. You still feel like you are learning how to keep up with that quiet attentiveness.
“What happened to Master Olruggio?”
“He’s just feeling a little sick,” Qifrey explains as he stands up. “Now, who wants breakfast?”
Coco approaches Olruggio with genuine concern, asking what she can do to help him recover. Judging by the worried expression on her face, she seems to believe he has come down with an actual illness.
Meanwhile, Agott, Richeh, and Tetia exchange knowing looks amongst themselves, the true cause of Olruggio’s condition painfully obvious to the three apprentices who are already more than accustomed to their masters’ antics.
Olruggio is somewhat conscious on the kitchen table, still nursing his better-than-before hangover, his forehead resting against the hard wood.
Qifrey watches your figure as you silently hover over Olruggio’s somewhat conscious body. He sees you hesitate and carefully measure your actions as if even a small mistake could mean catastrophe, though he doubts you could do anything of that nature.
You slowly lift Olruggio’s head and place a folded towel where his forehead meets the table.
You glance back at Qifrey, whose hands are occupied with preparing lunch, though his attention seems elsewhere. “A pretty penny for your thoughts?” you ask.
“You don't need a pretty penny, you simply need to ask,” he replies. “I’m just thinking about how lucky I am.”
His hands skillfully continue preparing the lunch for today’s outing while his gaze drifts toward Olruggio.
You smile softly. “He’s such a lovely person. We are both lucky to have him as our partner.”
“Not just him.” He pauses as he caresses your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “You as well.”
You flush instantly. “O-of course! I knew that… you meant me too.”
You smile awkwardly at him. “I knew that,” you blurt again, more to convince yourself than him.
But alas, his all-seeing eye notices everything.
He gives you a look that clearly says he doesn’t believe you before continuing to pack the lunches into baskets.
“What, pray tell, is the reason for your…” He pauses, searching for the right word. “Apprehension.”
You shake your head while placing the prepared lunches into the basket. “I… perhaps I feel a bit insecure. You and Olruggio have known each other since you were children, I—”
You look down, your hands lightly gripping the table. “I just feel out of place sometimes, like I’m getting in the way of something.”
He moves closer to you, his head leaning against your shoulder while his hand slips around your arm before resting within your palm.
“You are not getting in the way. Me and Olruggio knowing each other for years does not make our relationship with you any lesser or insignificant.”
“In fact…” he murmurs against your ear, effectively sending a chill down your spine, “I find it quite nice. While we know so much about each other already, me and Olruggio really love getting to know more about you.”
His eyes drift around, searching for an object to compare the situation to.
“To us, you are like a magic textbook. Something thrilling to explore and study.”
“Your mind, the people you know, the magic you cast… every bit of it, we love to learn.”
He steps away, still close enough for you to feel his warmth but far enough for you to fully see his face.
“But…” A teasing smile tugs at his lips. “There are other things we enjoy exploring as well.”
His gaze slowly trails over you, affectionate and unbearably knowing.
Your eyebrows raise in surprise. You quickly shove the finished basket into his arms before running toward your personal chambers in a fit of flustered embarrassment.
You hear him chuckle behind you.
You and Olruggio sit shoulder to shoulder on the picnic blanket, eating the lunch you and Qifrey lovingly prepared.
As you lean into Olruggio, you admire the peaceful scene before you: Qifrey and his students practicing magic.
It’s really nice watching this, seeing both Qifrey and Olruggio so deeply in their element.
“I heard your conversation. With Qifrey.”
He starts suddenly, and you feel yourself figuratively shrink.
“And…?”
“Well— I agree with Qifrey, though I can’t explain it as eloquently as him,” he admits, scratching the back of his neck.
A long stretch of silence falls between you before he finally asks:
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I… I don’t really know. I just didn’t want to be a burden. I didn’t want you and Qifrey to have to change to accommodate me.”
He exhales softly, the hand that had been scratching his neck now wrapping around your shoulders.
“You are never a burden, alright? And—”
“Then maybe you should do it yourself!”
You and Olruggio immediately look toward the source of the argument and see Coco and Agott bickering while Qifrey attempts to de-escalate the situation.
Your feet instinctively carry you toward the trio.
“What’s wrong?” you ask as you kneel down to meet Coco and Agott eye to eye.
“Every time I try casting it, Agott keeps correcting me before I can even finish!” Coco exclaims, tears already welling in her eyes.
Agott immediately fires back, sparks practically flying from her mouth. “I was trying to help you fix it before it became dangerous!”
“See?! You always do that!”
You place a comforting hand on each of their shoulders.
“Both of you, breathe. We are letting our negative emotions get the better of us.”
You demonstrate by taking a slow deep breath, and eventually they follow.
You turn toward Coco first.
“Now, Coco, why don’t you tell Agott how her words felt to you?”
“Um…” She fidgets nervously with her wand. “I know you were trying to help… but every correction made me panic more.”
Her eyes squeeze shut.
“It makes me feel like I’m doing everything wrong.”
“But if I don’t point it out, the spell could fail completely,” Agott insists, looking toward Coco.
“But you always sound so annoyed when you talk to me!”
“I’m not annoyed at you! I’m frustrated because you keep doubting yourself!”
Your eyes flicker between them.
It’s clear Agott truly just wants to be helpful; she simply struggles to communicate it properly.
And Coco… hears the criticism louder because of her own insecurities.
Agott’s words only deepen those fears.
You look directly into Coco’s eyes, desperate for your words to truly reach her.
“Coco, being corrected does not mean people are disappointed in you. Agott was only trying to help you improve.”
Then you turn toward Agott, gently brushing her curls away from her face.
“And Agott, being helpful also means considering how your words affect others emotionally. I know you more than anyone understand how hard Coco works to catch up. So try being a bit gentler, okay?”
Slowly, Coco and Agott pull each other into a soft embrace, silently exchanging apologies.
Tetia immediately joins the hug while Richeh quietly tugs at both their sleeves, pulling them even closer together.
Coco lets out a tiny sniffle as Agott blushes furiously beneath the affection.
You stand back up, smiling softly at the sight of their reconciliation.
Qifrey walks up beside you, whispering a quiet “Thank you” before pressing a kiss against your cheek.
Before returning to his students, his eyes drift past you.
When you glance behind yourself, you notice Olruggio staring back at him.
For a moment, you feel a step behind them.
Did you miss something? Why were they sharing that look? What did you miss?
Olruggio walks toward you, his expression both serious and soft.
But his affectionate gaze goes entirely unnoticed as your thoughts spiral violently in your head.
What if you stepped in where you weren’t needed? What if you never truly fixed the rift between them? What if—
“Hey.”
Your head snaps toward him.
His hand rests gently against your shoulder, concern clear within his eyes.
“Are you okay?”
You quickly look away, blinking your tears back. “Yes.”
He pulls you closer immediately.
“You can’t hide from me.”
You say nothing.
“Did it look like he didn’t want you there?”
You still don’t answer.
What could you even say to that?
“[Name], listen to me.”
“You add so much to us, to our relationship with Qifrey and…” He glances toward the scene before him. It resembles the one he saw earlier with you. But it’s different now.
Because it has been touched by you.
He nods his head to point at the apprentices. “To the kids.”
You are then enveloped into a tight embrace. “You aren’t a burden, you never will be.”
“Now, like I said, I’m not as well spoken as Qifrey but–” He pulls away, staring deep into your eyes, much like you did with Coco. “Us adjusting to your needs, your wants, your life style? is the easiest thing we have ever done.”
You look into his tired eyes, eyes heavy from endless deadlines and late night work sessions. What you find isn’t exhaustion but the eyes of a man who loves you.
Just as the atelier is full of life in the early hours of the day, the atelier goes to sleep at the early hours of the night. (Due to Olruggio’s strict rules on the importance of a good sleep schedule.)
The girls had been sent off to bed together with their respective roommate, though not without complaints from Tetia, one last question from Coco, and Richeh nearly falling asleep at the dinner table from her food baby before Qifrey carried her upstairs himself.
Now only the three of you remained awake.
This has become an unofficial tradition for you three, to let go of the stress from deadlines, teaching and insecurity.
The golden magical light illuminated the room as you and Olly diligently work on washing the dirty dishes.
You dried dishes while Qifrey stacked them inside the cupboard specifically for kitchen appliances, and Olruggio stood at the sink washing the last few cups.
The rhythm between the three of you was quiet and practiced.
Comfortable.
“Agott pretended not to care about dessert again,” Qifrey mused absentmindedly.
Olruggio snorted softly. “And then took the biggest slice after everyone else grabbed theirs.”
“She thought nobody noticed,” you added with a laugh.
“She gets that from you,” Olruggio muttered toward Qifrey.
Qifrey gasped dramatically. “Excuse you? I am very emotionally transparent.”
Both you and Olruggio looked at him in silence. A look that read 'Come on now, look who’s talking.'
“…Cruel,” Qifrey sighed.
Your laughter filled the kitchen before slowly fading back into comfortable quiet.
You handed Olruggio another plate to dry, only for him to catch your wrist instead.
“Hm?” you blinked.
He brought your knuckles to his lips absentmindedly before letting go like it was second nature.
And maybe it was now.
For a moment, you simply watched them.
Qifrey humming softly to himself, Olruggio’s sleeves rolled past his elbows.
The soft clinking of dishes.
The occasional splash of water.
The familiar feeling of being gently bumped into whenever one of them passed by.
You smile, you could live the rest of your life like this.
Within the familiar walls of Qifrey’s room sits the three of you.
Olruggio spoons you from behind, your back pressed firmly against his chest, while Qifrey lies in front of you.
All three pairs of legs tangle together beneath the comfortable softness of Qifrey’s blanket.
“Today was perfect,” you sigh contentedly. “Nothing went wrong today.”
You pause thoughtfully.
“Well— other than our incident this morning and Olruggio being hungover.”
You hear a grunt from Olruggio and a chuckle from Qifrey.
Olruggio takes your hand within his and presses a soft kiss against it.
At the same time, Qifrey adjusts the blanket higher around the three of you, only for Olruggio to immediately tug it back down.
“You’re gonna overheat them again.”
“I control water, not body temperature.”
“Clearly not well enough.”
Their familiar back-and-forth makes warmth bloom within your chest before either of them notices your smile.
Sandwiched between your lovers beneath the blanket, you finally feel warm in a way that has nothing to do with the sticky heat from earlier that morning.
You exhale softly, the exhaustion of the day dissolving beneath Olruggio’s steady warmth and Qifrey’s calm, flowing presence, as though the two of them together could melt every worry away.
You close your eyes and simply exist within the moment.
No overthinking.
No comparing.
No wondering whether you belonged here.
You feel them shift around you occasionally, absentminded touches tracing along your arms and hands.
Olruggio reaches over your shoulder to steal one of Qifrey’s kisses meant for you, earning an offended gasp from him.
“That was for dearest here, how greedy of you, Olly!” Qifrey teases.
“Mhm. Don’t care. Shared resources,” Olruggio mutters sleepily against your shoulder.
Qifrey narrows his eyes before leaning forward and pressing another kiss against your forehead anyway, purely out of spite.
Caught between their quiet bickering, you can’t help the laugh that escapes you.
Their touches are soft and thoughtless now, the kind of intimacy born from habit, from love, from knowing exactly where to find one another even in silence.
At some point, without realizing it, you had stopped feeling like a guest in their lives.
You had become part of the routine.
Part of the home.
Held safely between them, you finally let yourself rest.
A/N: I cant believe this fic took me like 11 days... sorry! I was preoccupied preparing for college adjhwkjdha
here is the other request btw, i decided to combine them bcuz why not
I hope you guys like this! if you like what you read maybe tell me in the comments below :3
Summary: You're happy. You have a lovely home, a wonderful husband and four bright girls. So, why does Olruggio suddenly make your heart race? And why does Qifrey not seem to mind?
Pairing: Poly!Qifrey/Reader/Olruggio
Genre: Romance, Drama, Hurt/Comfort
Tags: qifrey is a freak and olruggio has a panic attack; multichapter, Established Relationship, polyamory, love confessions, major character injury, accidental love confessions, angst, hurt/comfort, original characters used as plot devices, cross-posted to AO3, no beta cause i post for fun and for free
Word count: 4192
Rating: T/M
chapter 1
You consumed the days that followed leisurely. Through quiet lessons and simple meals, they were blissful. You were currently standing over the stove, a meal of breaded chicken and roasted vegetables sizzled soothingly in the pan.
You felt a tug on your apron and looked down, Richeh pointed towards the fire. “Do you need help?” she asked.
“Mm,” you shook your head, “I’m alright. Why aren’t you studying?”
Qifrey had brought the entire herd of them to the kitchen for their lessons today. At first you thought it was for a change of view but you quickly realized it was the result of a rather difficult spell. The children were reaching a point in their education where their seals were getting more complex. Longer lines, bigger symbols, rings stacked upon rings. You remembered when you started to learn them, fascinating but challenging. Your father was a gentle teacher and your mother encouraged you wonderfully. Qifrey was no different. He figured it was easier to have them all gathered together to be helped as a group rather than separately.
Which meant Richeh doesn't actually want to help; she was simply avoiding doing her work.
“Lunch will be done soon.” You said and Richeh’s lip jutted out in a defeated pout. “Go on now.” You chuckled as you watched her waddle back to the table, climbing into her seat next to a wide-eyed Tetia who looked to be on the verge of tears. Qifrey pointed to a spell in the center of the table, his neat work on a large piece of parchment.
“What is this the symbol for?” His voice was strained.
“Water,” Agott said confidently.
“Yes, and what is this one?”
“Uhhh,” Coco looks between her notes and the example, “pressure.”
“Correct,” he pointed to a new symbol, a weird shape that was unlike the others, “this one?”
The table fell silent for a few moments before Tetia spoke up, “Fire?” She was just throwing out guesses at this point.
“…try again," he said.
You turned around to keep from laughing at the exasperated sigh your husband released. The girls just couldn’t grasp it, even Agott was struggling. For all the things they have done and for all the things they will do, memorizing that was a battle like no other. The frustration was slowly mounting and you were positive this session was going to be washed away by big droplets of tears. It was a hard spell to learn, they’d have plenty of moments like this in the future but the waterworks would be significantly less. Hopefully.
“What is this?” Qifrey asked again. His voice is even and calm, to the girls there is nothing off about it but you recognized his impatience immediately.
Tetia sniffled, “I don’t know.”
Qifrey sighed and placed his pen down, “I think it’s time for a break.” There was a whine and then a whimper and you immediately moved to stop it.
“Girls, why don’t you get the plates set out and will one of you wake Olruggio for me?” They needed something else to do rather than sit and simmer in their self-loathing. They muttered pitifully before moving to help. Coco whispered encouragingly to Tetia as they put step-stools under the cabinets. Coco handed Tetia plates gently.
Qifrey rocked himself up from his seat and took just a few long strides to get to you. He grabbed the wooden spoon from your hand and bumped you to the side with his hip. You chuckled and wiped your hands on your apron. “You need a break too?” You said teasingly.
When he didn’t reply you molded yourself to his back and snuck your hands underneath his arms, moving them to curl across his chest.
“Too much?” You muttered, positioning your chin on his shoulder. You had to toe up slightly to reach his height but it wasn’t awful.
He pushed the vegetables around mindlessly, shoulders sagging. “It is the hardest lesson yet.”
You kissed beneath his ear and patted his chest, “they’ll get it eventually.” His frustration was palpable. You knew he wasn’t upset with the girls. He was upset with himself. Not being able to help them was an indication, in his mind, that he was a failure of a teacher. It was an insecurity that didn’t crop up often but when it did it was vicious and loud.
You let him relax into you, the gesture was vulnerable and sated. You rested your cheek against his shoulder and watched Tetia and Coco place down silverware and napkins. You smiled empathetically as Tetia sniffled and rubbed her sleeve under her nose, her eyes rimmed red from holding back tears. Oh, sweet girl. You thought, you’ll be okay.
The quiet tinkering of the plates was soon interrupted by Agott’s reentry.
“Master Olruggio refuses to get up,” she said.
You sighed, “that man…” Olruggio’s sleep schedule has been a disaster since you’d met him. He stays up too late and then wakes up too early. He’s exhausted half the time and typically runs on nothing but spite and stubbornness. Oh, and a bottle of wine.
Before you stepped away from Qifrey, he hummed. “Go easy on him.”
“No promises,” you said.
You ruffled Agott’s hair as you passed her and just before you stepped down to the living space you paused. You turned on your heel and tried to collect a small glass of water that sat abandoned on the counter but Qifrey stopped you.
“Do not,” he said, his gaze a little less defeated and a little more amused.
You pouted, “fine…”
You’d only ever dumped water on the sleeping man one time and it was the most successful wake up call you ever performed. Hilarious too. Well, to you anyways. Olruggio didn’t talk to you for the rest of the day.
You heard Qifrey list off instructions to the girls as you descended the steps, your plan abandoned.
You rolled your eyes when you found him. He was sprawled across the couch, one hand over his chest, the other behind his head with a knee cocked in the air. The contraptions he’d been working on were haphazardly strewed across the floor. He looked quite comfortable.
You stepped over his gadgets and poorly scrawled seals to reach him. “Olruggio.” You said, “get up.”
He grumbled and shifted, “G’way, Agott,” he mumbled.
“I’m not Agott.” You said, hands on your hip. “Lunch is almost done, do you want food or not?”
He shifted, scratching mindlessly at his chest as he sat up. He yawned, loud and large, and looked up at you with a sleep riddled gaze. “Ah, it’s yuh. I’m up, I’m up,” his hand slipped beneath his shirt as he stood, cupping the side of his chest as he gathered himself. He stepped forward, stumbled on his many toys, and nearly fell into you.
You caught him with palms to his chest. Warm heat seeped through his shirt and he huffed, subconsciously pulling his hand from his body and wrapping it around one of yours for stabilization.
“Shit, sorry. Still wakin’ up.”
You stiffened, he was so close that the heat radiated off of him in waves. That strange fresh smell of someone who’d just woken up paired with the persistent scent of crackling fire that always followed him filled your nose. His hand was large enough to engulf yours and you relished in the texture of it, rough but not disturbingly so. Heavy but comforting. Exactly how they felt on your hip a few days ago.
“I-It’s fine,” your eyes caught his and you pointedly looked away, “just go to the table.”
He chuckled and pulled back, swerving around you to follow the scent of the freshly cooked meal, “and clean up this mess!” You said.
“Yeah yeah,” he said casually, running his hand through his hair. “Afta the meal.”
You nudged away the few rouge items at your feet and rung your hands in the fabric of your top, rubbing away the tingle that his touch left behind. Qifrey’s often left the same feeling.
Before you could go and join them, there was a knock at the front door. You paused, who could that be? Alaira was out on an assignment for the Great Hall, Sinocia was swamped at the Spire and Beldaruit would have certainly made himself known without such a polite knock. You glanced at the clock. 6pm. It was a bit late for visitors over all and invites to the atelier were offered very rarely.
You pulled the door open curiously, “Hello? How can I—oh.”
Senaka stood on the porch, covered by a tweed brown overcloak. “Hello, Mrs.—?”
“Is there something you need?” You asked politely. The cool evening air made you shiver.
His eyes trailed to the roof and then floated to the top of the door, soaking in the masonry of the small atelier. “Beautiful home, truly.”
“Thank you,” you said quickly, “but is there—“
“My love, who’s at the door?” Qifrey questioned from the kitchen. You looked over your shoulder and called back, “No one really! Just give me a second.” The statement landed hard and Senaka winced.
“Sorry, what did you say?” you asked.
“Ah yes, um, is this yours or one of your children’s?” He pulled a brown palm quire from his pocket. Oh, had the girls dropped it on the way home? You plucked it from his hand. The leather was tanned nicely and weighed nearly nothing. You flipped it over, looking back before flipping through the blank pages. Strange. There was a single seal etched into the back cover of the book, you don’t recognize it. You act like you don't see it and fight the hesitation in your response.
“Oh! Thank you, it is.” You said, slipping the notebook into the front of your apron. It's quick and finite.
The man’s eyes widened, “Really? Amazing. I’m glad I was able to return it to its rightful owner.”
You both stood there, staring. His eyes bored into yours and your brow furrowed in confusion. “Is there something else?”
He just watched. His gaze was empty, as if all of the color in his eyes had been sucked away, but his pupils were dilated. Wide, deep, endless darkness. That's all they were. Your ears started to ring and you found yourself frozen, like a deer on a busy road. The sound of Olruggio's deep laugh breaks the trance.
Senaka shook his head, as if clearing it of fog. “No, nothing at all.” He grinned but the smile reached further than it should have. You gripped the edge of the door, ready to close it now. You didn’t want to stand here anymore.
“Right, then have a good evening.”
“Yes, I will,” he said. You stepped back and let the door shift. Senaka did not move, not until he heard the squeak of the hinges and Coco’s voice in the background. When he leaned to the side, moving to get a look into your home you broke the line of vision with a quick side step and a click of the lock. You stared at the golden handle, your fingers flexing as you waited.
When you heard him turn, shoes scuffing the cobblestone, his steps fading down the path, you relaxed. You glanced at your apron pocket before gathering yourself and turning.
How did he find your house? Your atelier was in a relatively isolated location. Not many wandered up this way save for a few lost travelers and a confident trader. The laughter from the kitchen forces you to refocus.
You don’t have time to ruminate. You'd do it later.
“Now, who’s ready to eat?” You marched up the steps and waved Qifrey away from the counter.
“Who was at the door?” he asked as he slipped into a seat across from Olruggio. The girls sat at their own table, already waiting with plates piled high. They were always served first.
“Nothing,” you brushed it off, scooping spoonfuls of vegetables onto the plates Qifrey had been preparing. You finished the boys’ first and laid the plates gently in front of them. You could feel Qifrey watching you and you knew he has already picked up on something, but it's Olruggio who almost made you confess.
He was looking at you with genuine concern. His brows were relaxed but there was a shine in his eyes that makes his focus all the more analyzing. When you retracted your hand, he laid his on your forearm.
“Who was it?” he asked, though it translated more as a gentle command. You pull away smiling softly, “No one, just a hiker. They got lost on the road.”
When you walked back to get your plate you used the girls as a distraction, asking them if their food was good and that dessert was going to follow after. With your back turned to them, you don’t see Olruggio look over at Qifrey. They spoke silently, eyes reading the atmosphere like a book. They knew something was wrong, but neither of them were going to pry. Not here, anyways.
Qifrey nodded once at Olruggio who only grunted his response before reaching for his fork.
“Scoot over, dear.” You stood at Qifrey’s side, food in hand and nudged him with your hip. He complimented your food as you settled next to him. Olruggio agreed but was too busy stuffing his face to say anything coherent.
“Thank you,” you said. You smiled but you know it doesn’t reach your eyes and you can’t help but glance at the door every few minutes as the evening creeped on.
Qifrey sunk into a pile of cushions that were stacked against the front of the couch, dressed in his pajamas, he soaked in the warmth of the nightly fire and the calm that had finally fallen over the atelier. You smiled and glanced at him as you poured tea into the three cups on the coffee table. Olruggio sat across from the two of you, tinkering away. He had yet to change out of his daily close. Honestly, you couldn't remember when he last moved from that spot. He'd been sitting their since after lunch.
“Are they asleep?” you asked. The girls had requested that Qifrey read them a story. A simple plot about a princess and witch falling in love. It was cheesy and cliche but they loved it and Qifrey had always been a good storyteller.
“Yes,” he groaned as he rolled out his shoulder, “the day exhausted them.”
Following lunch and a much needed break, Qifrey had gathered the girls for another attempt at learning the spell. He was determined to get them to understand and, eventually, they did. It took two crying spells from Tetia, a well-timed curse from Richeh and a couple of ripped palm quire’s from Agott, but they got it.
The lesson, however, had used up all their energy and as soon as they were done they wanted to eat dinner and go straight to bed. But, when Coco came down a minutes, dressed in her nightgown and peaking around the corner shyly, she asked Qifrey if he could read them a story. He couldn’t say no. They deserved something after such an arduous day.
You pushed a cup towards Olruggio who grunted in thanks, still focused on his product. You were the only other dressed in pajamas, a cotton night gown that just barely brushed the floor when you walked, ghostly in nature but so very comfortable.
“Do you think it will stick?” You asked Qifrey. He hummed and glanced at the tea, swirling it a few times before speaking, “yes, hopefully, I just—I was just hoping that we wouldn’t have to learn in such a way.”
“You’re starting harder topics Qifrey, they’re going to struggle.”
“But they should not be reduced to tears.”
“It’s not you,” you reassured him. You took a sip of your tea, “they were just frustrated. It’s all very normal.”
“But I don’t like being the cause of it, they will associate me with—”
“They’ll associate yuh with bein’ a good teacher.” Olruggio suddenly said. He blindly reached for his cup, taking a casual drink before going back to his work. When he placed it down his hand lingered over the rim. “Yuh’re doing a fine job.”
As if he realized what he said he paused and glanced at the two of you. Qifrey’s face softened at the compliment, “thank you, my friend.”
He scoffed, “it’s nothin’, you’re good parents. I mean—well,” he was stumbling over his words. His ears reddened with each passing second. “It’s obvious. Yuh’re a whole lot better than half of the teachers out there.”
You giggled, “that’s sweet of you to say, Olly.”
“I’m jus’ sayin’,” he refused to meet your eyes.
“Where would we ever be without you?” You said.
“Lost,” he snorted.
“Olly,” you said, voice soft but commanding.
“Hm?” he only glanced up briefly, eyes catching how Qifrey’s free hand fell to your thigh, squeezing it affectionately. Olruggio pursed his lips.
“I’m serious.”
“About what?”
“We wouldn’t be able to do any of this without you. You keep the atelier afloat.”
Olruggio snorted, “yeah I’m sure—”
“Olruggio,” you scolded. “Everything you do around here makes our lives so much easier, you care for the girls just as much even if you don’t want to admit it. I don’t know where’d I’d be if you weren’t here." Your eyes gleamed with sincerity.
He doesn’t really say anything in response but the blush that coated his cheeks was enough to tell you he received the compliment. He’d never admit how much it flustered him, though.
Olruggio took a drink of his tea and cringed. He brought the cup to his nose and sniffed it before taking another sip.
“What?” Qifrey asked. “What’s wrong with it?” he took great pride in his tea blends, spending hours meticulously weighing each herb, flower, and spice to make the perfect balance.
“What’d yuh put in this?” Olruggio asked.
“It’s the sleep blend?” You said, thinking back to the jar you had plucked from the shelves. Top shelf, unlocked cabinet, dark green bottle with a cork top. You brought your cup to your nose and smelt it. Qifrey did the same. Lavender and Chamomile, a mild drop of lemon and honey, simmered valerian root.
“Smells like the other blend.” Olruggio said as he took another long drink. Qifrey jumped. He looked offended by the accusation even though you didn't know what that accusation was.
“No it doesn’t!” He hissed. He carefully rolled the liquid on his tongue as he tried to determine the flavor.
“What other blend?” you asked. You didn’t know everything Qifrey kept in the cabinet but you knew which ones for sleep and energy. For only the adults and the ones safe for children. Qifrey had a carefully detailed system that worked rather well. It was easy for the girls to go in without help and get what they wanted even when an adult was not around.
Olruggio raised a brow, his contraption forgotten on the floor next to him. You still don't know what he's working on. It looked mechanical. “Oh, you’ve never told her?”
Qifrey flushed and your curiosity took root. “Told me what?” Qifrey refused to make eye contact with you and that only fueled you more. “What blend?”
Qifrey hid very little from you, but you knew there were things that he would never tell you. Not because he didn’t trust you but because he trusted you too much.
You can’t imagine a tea blend being one of those things though.
“Do not tell her,” Qifrey muttered, embarrassed.
“I am,” Olruggio said, “back when he first started—”
“Olruggio!” Qifrey moved, ready to launch across the table to cover his mouth but Olruggio pushed him away with a palm to the face.
Olruggio laughed, “Back when he first started making this stuff he accidentally combined a bunch of herbs that did the opposite of relaxing the body. And he made me try it.”
You tiled your head, “What? was…was it caffeinated?” When Qifrey averted his gaze and Olruggio side eyed the man with a smirk, your eyes widened in realization, “you did not!”
“It was an accident! I didn’t know!” Qifrey’s cheeks bloomed pink.
“Aphrodisiac flowers come 'n all sorts of varieties apparently.” Olruggio said. He slowly brought cup to his lips, regarding you mischievously. “He didn’t know what he was doin'.”
“They had relaxation properties and you couldn’t sleep!”
“Yeah and then I definitely couldn’t sleep after I drank that mess.”
You watched the two of them bicker back and forth, eyes darting from one man to the next. Olruggio’s got a shit-eating grin on his face and Qifrey is so bright he matched the flames in the hearth.
You snorted, trying to stop the laughter from bubbling up but it was futile. They both quieted when it echoed their argument.
“So,” you said, wiping away tears “what did you do?”
It was Olruggio’s turn to flush. He scratched his chin. “Uh, well…”
“He made me drink some too, when we realized what was happening.”
“And…?”
“I drank it and we…um,” Qifrey looked away. You knew that the two of them had some obscure form of a relationship when they were young. Somewhere between a couple and not, they walked a strange line of affection with one another. It never bothered you and sometimes the fact that it didn’t bother you bothered you. All things considered, you were living with your husband’s ex-boyfriend. Kinda. You should've had reservations about it but you never did.
“We slept together.” Olruggio was looking into the flames when he said it. The firelight danced in his eyes but there’s odd longing behind the reflection. Your chest aches but not in a way that tells you its jealousy.
Qifrey groaned and leaned back against the couch covering his red face, ashamed. “Please do not think less of me, it was before we met.”
“Long befor' the two of yuh met,” Olruggio watched you from the corner of his eye. The light hearted atmosphere had shifted and there is a weight that settled over the three of you. You don’t really say anything. The image of the two of them, pressed against each other, desperate and seeking release, lit a fire in your core that should'nt be there.
You opted to drink your tea, hiding the heat you know has bloomed across your cheeks.
Qifrey sighed, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
You smiled, “there’s nothing to be sorry about. You were young, I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same.” The comment made Olruggio freeze and he shuffled to get his gear. You hoped you didn’t run him off, the conversation was a bit more crass than you were used to having with them but you were all adults. There were no kids around and it was late. You were allowed to relax a little. Have a little fun.
There was a sudden scuffle from the kitchen, a soft scratching sound that you were all too familiar with.
“Stuck again?” Qifrey inquired as he looked over at the darkened landing.
You nodded, “he must have snuck in while I was putting dishes away.” There was a soft whimper and you stood. The resident brush buddy always had a habit of finding himself in strange places around the atelier, most of the time he could wiggle his way out but in the kitchen he could not. “I’ll get him.” You stepped over Qifrey, hiking up the hem of your dress for better movement. He held up a hand in case you tripped.
When you turned, Olruggio watched as the firelight illuminated your bare figure beneath the white cotton gown. Deliciously silhouetted by shadow and moving like water, your body swayed as you walked towards the kitchen.
When he pried his eyes away from you, ashamed that he let them linger for so long, they were captured by Qifrey’s intense gaze. He watched him over the edge of his tea cup, over his glasses, blue eyes focused. The fire shadowed his jaw seductively. Olruggio blinked. Qifrey’s gaze wasn’t threatening, there was no fight in them, no challenge. Olruggio wanted to say something but couldn’t. What would he say? Your wife is naked under that gown and I can’t help but ogle her. Can I stare a little longer?
But, to Olruggio’s shock, the way Qifrey regarded him made it clear that he didn’t mind that Olruggio’s study was longer than it should have been or how his focus was on that of his wife.
He was sure that he was tired and the low light translated it all incorrectly but it looked like Qifrey was welcoming the action. Inviting it even.
She is beautiful, isn’t she? His eyes whispered. Go on, look a bit longer, drink her down like I do.
He'd seen that look only once before, when he was whimpering beneath him while they were chasing each other’s pleasure, high on badly measured tea and desperate for release. He didn’t think he’d ever see it again. Let alone directed at him and about you.
And poor Olruggio didn’t know what to do with that.
Early on in your relationship, Qifrey was more bashful about when you went to bed together. He wanted to cuddle and spoon you, but was careful to keep his hands to himself and was worried about making you uncomfortable.
Now, he just wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you as flush to his body as you possibly can be, slotting his leg between yours, and sliding his hand up your shirt to grab his emotional support titty. He kisses the top of your head, and is quickly drifting off the sleep with the smell of your freshly washed hair invading his senses.
And in the morning, he is not at all ashamed to grind his cock between your ass. Waking you up with his soft groans in your ear and whispered praises with your name on his tongue.
That brushbuddy caretaker!Reader thought was so cute.
The little fellows are super spoiled and are diligent little helpers. Bringing you little foods and drinks and helping you with paper and ink. Your own little familars!
omg yes, Qifrey's kinda jealous cause he asks them to do things for him and they just turn their heads dramatically and waddle away. "You can't make us do anything," is the type of energy they give. Then, seconds later you'll ask them to do the same exact thing and they dart off to do it.
"I...just asked them to do that," Qifrey mutters.
"Hm?" You ask as the brushbuddy drops the ink pot in your hand. You'd left it in the general study and didn't want to walk to get it.
Qifrey glares at the little creature and he's sure, if they could, they'd stick their tongue out at him mockingly, "....nothing."
and when Reader needs evil deeds done she sends her little minions to do it for her. (Waking up Olruggio from a nap, hiding Qifrey's supplies so he'll come hang out with her, stealing snacks from the cabinets in the middle of the night so the kids don't hear)
also, hilariously, the girls misbehave less when a brushbuddy is around because they know it'll tattle on them. They don't know how Reader can understand anything the little creatures try and communicate but she does, and it's kinda scary.
Haii :3 definitely not as detailed as the last dan heng request ( ;｀Д´) (i cant write to save my life) but could i request dan heng with a reader whos naturally very very affectionate and loves his horns and tail (either form) Showering him in compliments for seemingly no reason and clinging onto him and such (^з^)-☆.
Clingy Cuddly Indulgence
Dan Heng x Reader
Sleepy cuddles and praise with Dan Heng in his IL and PT forms
YES YES YES MY INDULGENCE MY BABYGIRL NEEDE TO BE SPOILED YESSAAHHHHH
Warnings: None
It’s no surprise that Dan Heng isn’t much of a fan of himself as Imbibtor Lunae, and he rarely uses his PT form unless the circumstances were dire. But did that matter to you? Absolutely not! You love his forms, be it his horns, his tails, his dragon-like features, you adore it all. You do not discriminate when it comes to your very lovely boyfriend
You were very touchy, okay. Very affectionate. Your love language was way more than just physical touch, it was absolute smothering. You know when you get that super excited, super happy feeling when you see something you love and you just want to squeeze the hell out of it?
That’s how you are with Dan Heng
Sometimes he’s just be writing in the archives and here you come, kissing his face like you were never going to see him again
At the start of your relationship, it caught him off guard, but he eventually got used to how you are and fully leans into it. Whether he admits it or not changes depending on how long you two have been together ;P
“So pretty.” The two of you lied in bed— your bed, you had no idea how he can sleep on that mattress on the floor— your arms wrapped around his middle, and your chest against his back. Sometimes his long hair got into your mouth and you could taste whatever conditioner he used, but you didn’t mind
“I’m not.” He mumbled, his ears going hot. He’s not a fan of being in his IL form, but you’re showering him in so much praise he wonders if maybe your words are true
“Yes, you are.” You kissed the nape of his neck, one hand tucked in that chest window of his, the other under his head and gently scratching at the base of his horns
He didn’t realize how good it felt until his long tail thumped on the sheets, completely content.
You smiled, continuing to pepper his neck with your soft lips, “My beautiful dragon. Pretty, pretty dragon.”
“Love—“
“Mm, yes you are. You’re so beautiful and sexy, don’t try to say you’re not.”
He couldn’t stop an amused exhale, “Am I just beautiful and sexy to you?”
“If you let me say what I want to, we’ll be here for days.”
“I wouldn’t mind listening to a part of it.”
Your eyes lit up, and you removed your hand from his chest to cup his cheek, turning it and kissing him. “I love you so much. I love everything about you, all of your features. I love this form, I love your horns, and I love your tail.” You smiled as it wrapped tightly around your ankle, “I love these beautiful scales.” You kissed his temple where the iridescent shapes forms.
“I’ve loved your past,” you whispered, kissing his pointed ear, “and I love your present. I’ll love your future too. I love how resilient you are. I love how much you care about the people closest to you.”
He swallowed to lump in his throat, trying hard not to fall apart as you pulled him close, tucking his head under your chin (and angling your own head to not hit his horns)
“I love how you’re learning to accept your past,” you continued, “and pave the way for your future. I love the way you cherish the present as much as you can. I love the way you protect everyone on this train. I love how dedicated you are as the express’ archivist. I love how passionate you can get. I love how adorable you are.”
He took a shaking breath, holding your wrist like he needed a tether.
“I love you, Dan Heng. Never forget that.”
It was clear, in his IL form, how much you loved to hold him.
Now, in his PT form, you’re the one that’s held more often than not. It comes as no surprise to anyone, really, he’s bigger in this form. Stronger too. It’s like a giant comfortable cocoon around your body that you refuse to break away from
“Comfortable?” Dan Heng asks as he rests his hands on your back, holding you in place as you lied on top of him.
“Very.” You buried your chest in his chest, groaning in pure contentment. Even more so when your body started to do that relaxing thing and you could feel your back stretch, pop when you moved, and give your pure bliss afterwards
His large, reptilian tail was heavy, so he opted to rest it on your legs rather than your whole body. It was still nice to have that weight on top of you to keep you in place
Thunder rumbled distantly, the rain lightly pattering against the train’s window from the planet you were currently stopped on
Oh yes. This just got 10000x better than it already was
Dan Heng hummed a soft tune, lulling you in that state between awake and barely conscious. You smiled at every kiss he planted on your hair, and every gentle rub at your back. You loved it when he adjusted himself to make sure you wouldn’t slide off his body
You loved this man so much.
“Hey,” he murmured.
“Hey.” You yawned.
“Tired?”
“Mhm.”
He kissed you— rather, pecked your lips since he could see the exhaustion in your face; “I love you. So much.”
“I love too you…” you slurred, sighing at his soft chuckling and encouragement for you to get some rest and go to sleep
A/N: I can totally add onto this in the future in case y’all want more clingy reader with DH and tooth rotting cavity growing fluff, but this is what I got!
