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(Contains: banter, fluff, kissing, hand holding, gender neutral reader)
Richter, Genau, Serie
Richter:
Youâd grown up with Richter, childhood friends that blurred the lines of friendship long ago. Now as adults you live together, share nearly every meal together, and even sleep in the same bed. You even help him run his family's shop. Still neither of you have ever talked about what your relationship is, much to your respective familyâs dismay. Why not make it official? Why not marry? Truth be told you two felt as though youâd been married since the day you first confessed your feelings. There was no doubt in either of your minds youâd spend the rest of your lives together, any ring was an afterthought.
At least until someone else showed interest.
Youâd been sweeping the area around the shop entrance getting ready to close up for the day. It had been a usual day, quite but enough activity to make a living. Youâre absorbed in your own thoughts until someone clears their throat.
âExcuse me.â A young manâs voice. Lifting your head you offer a smile to the younger man.
âGood evening, the shop is still open but Iâd be quick, we're closing soon.â You go back to sweeping for a second before he interrupts again.
âNo, sorry Iâm not here for magic items, I uh⊠w-well.â His face flushes and his eyes dart every which way. You give him patience, just holding your broom and watching as he calms himself enough to speak again.
âGo on.â You invite as he takes a slow breath.
âI-Iâve seen you around here a lot! I was h-hoping I could take you out! On a date I mean!â He looks very determined despite the shaky voice and nearly equally trembling hands. Itâs cute. Unfortunately youâre probably ten years this young manâs senior not to mention takenâŠ
Offering a pitied smile you shake your head.
âSorry Iâm afraid Iâm already spoken for. Still Iâm very flattered.â You place a gentle hand on the young manâs shoulder. He lets out a deep breath that nearly sounds akin to relief, having been holding his breath. Deflating he simply nods, thanks you for your time, and shuffles away downtrodden.
You hear steps at the entrance, when you turn you find Richter staring after the young manâs retreating form. Stepping closer you smile up at the man. âAll these years and I still got it.â You joke using your hand to playfully pat his chest. He hums eyes still not leaving the young man until he is fully out of sight. When he finally is, Richter turns his eyes to yours. His eyes study your calm expression for a moment. The kindness in your features is very different from the coldness he often shows. To think youâd fall for someone like him. It's a miracle, his grandmother often reminds him, one that can only be fully appreciated by a promise.
His hand slowly trails to yours, rougher fingers taking yours as gently as they can. You left hand pulled up and to his lip where he places a kiss to your ring finger. âPerhaps itâs time I finally ask.â He hums flatly. Despite his monotone voice you can see the emotions swirling in his eyes. Youâve always loved his eyes. You chuckle and swipe your hand back to retreat back inside.
âOh please, all because of a date invitation?â You snark. âI doubt you even have a ring picked out.â Youâre not angry, simply amused by his blatant jealousy.
âI would ask my grandmother for hers.â He states matter-of-factly. âIâm sure sheâd agree she already loves you like family.â He steps back into your orbit. Youâre smiling up at him fondly, youâre foolishly in love with this man.
âOh? And how do you feel about me?â You prompt, raising your arms to encircle his neck. His hands rest on your hips as he smiles back.
âI like you a fair amount I suppose.â He jokes back. His tone carries a charming playfulness only you ever get to see. You snicker at that and lean up, he closes the gap to capture your lips with his.
Being a man of few words he never actually asks. He simply acquires the ring from his grandmother, who is elated by the request, and slips it onto your finger one night when youâre stargazing. You donât say anything either, you just lean into him as he wraps an arm around you. Thereâs no ceremony. No notable change other than the weight of the ring itself. Occasionally people comment on it if they notice while youâre working, congratulating you both and musing on how they knew itâd happen one day and joking on how long it took Richter to come around.
Despite what others imply, you know he has never once doubted your position by each otherâs side. Itâs simply where you both have been and always will be. The ring just happens to conveniently deter anyone from lingering too close. âKeeps away unnecessary feelingsâ as Richter likes to say.
Genau:
Being an imperial mage means your husband often travels and leaves you behind for long stretches at a time. He of course will always return, that much goes without saying. Heâs far too cautious and stubborn to risk his life unnecessarily. On occasions when he gets to return briefly between jobs his partner often tags along. Recently he acquired a new one, a rather beautiful woman named Methode.
From the outside perspective people might imagine youâd be the one feeling threatened by the new addition. However it seems just Genauâs luck that he would be the one feeling threatened. Methode being one very fond of âadorable creaturesâ as she puts it fawns over you every chance she gets. Often offering to help you with daily tasks just to be close, asking to style your hair, even going as far as to ask for occasional hugs that commonly leads to head patting.
âMust you do this everytime?â Genau sighs as he watches Methode happily rub her cheek against your head as he hugs your shoulders. Theyâd scarcely been gone a few weeks and it seems she was more excited to see you than your own husband. You know better though. Heâs boiling like a petulant child under his usual flat tone. Watching Methode fawn over you makes jealousy simmer under the surface of his skin. He wants to hold you, wants to show you affection first. Not one for public displays of affection though; he stands a foot away, arms crossed and inwardly pouting.
âDonât be jealous Genau, youâre the one married to them.â Methode hums with a smile. âThough that may only be because you met them first.â She adds slyly eyes taunting him as she pats your head. You snicker when his usual stone expression cracks and his brows knit. You step up to him and offer your hand.
âLetâs go home hm?â You smile at him, waiting for his hand to take yours. He turns to Methode and digs in his pocket, fishing out a small pouch and tossing it at her.
âGet yourself a room at the closest inn. Iâd like to spend a few nights alone with my spouse for once.â He takes your hand and tugs you along all while keeping his same flat expression. Youâre sure to offer Methode a wave as you take your leave, she offers a small smirk and a wink in return. Itâs hard to get a man like your husband to admit his true feelings at times, thankfully his new partner has an amusing way of pestering them out of him.
Stepping in tandem you canât help the giddy smile that graces your features. He doesnât miss it in the corner of his eye. His hand squeezes yours just a bit more firmly, one of his silent signals of his affection for you. He calls your name softly, the softest notes his tone will ever take, and waits for you to meet his eyes.
âI missed you.â Genau admits.
Itâs not much but itâs a big step for him to be so giving with his feelings, especially since youâre both still on the open street. You hum.
âI missed you too.â You return.
Softer words will be shared aplenty when youâre behind closed doors. Where he can comfortably allow himself to be vulnerable. The battles he faces often hardened him, so much so he would have never imagined his heart could be so full like this. You truly are his one weaknessâŠ
His heart in its entirety.
Serie:
Being as long lived as herself the great mage Serie considered herself beyond petty emotions like jealousy. Itâs ridiculous. Who would she even have to be jealous of?
Frieren.
She came to Serieâs city for the first class mage exam with her apprentice and Serie sent you; her faithful confidant (her words) to be a carrier pigeon of sorts (your words). Youâd go back and forth between the two relaying their politely worded yet scathing remarks to each other. After a bit of it she noticed your smile seemed more carefree and you even giggled through some of the absurd things Frieren had said.
âYou seem to be rather fond of this assignment.â Her cheek rests in her hand as she addresses you. You laugh unfiltered. The other imperial mages framing you on each side shift their eyes to Serie, if it were any of them sheâd be far less lenient.
âAs fond as being a mouth piece can be I suppose.â You snark. The others flinch on the inside. The way you so casually speak to their master is truly frightening. âI just find myself enjoying Frierenâs company. Sheâs very amusing.â You admit.
Serie hums. Youâre lucky youâre cute. âIs that what they call itâŠâ Her eyes shift to the side, feigning disinterest. She excuses you for the day after that. She half expects you to go gallivanting off to Frieren once more, as she now seems to be your new favorite elf. Surprisingly though, she finds you in her garden once she leaves the throne room.
âYouâre still here?â She asks, taking a seat next to you, both dipping your feet in the cool water. You nod with an affirmative sound.
âI wanted to relax with you a bit.â You say, âIâm excited for the exam to be over soon, so we can spend time together like usual.â Serie feels her chest lighten at your words. Once the test is over Frieren and her party will have no need to stay in the city. So youâd prefer her company over Frierenâs if given the choice. She had to admit it feels good to hear that, even if sheâd never admit it.
âIâll permit you to stay by my side for a few extra hours then.â Serie notes swaying her feet in the water. You nearly roll your eyes, so fickle your mistress. She likes to act like she doesnât care but so clearly she gets huffy when others stray your attention from her. Your fingers slowly trail over to overlap hers. She doesnât move it away but you feel her overwhelming mana crackle around you, itâs something you notice happens when sheâs feeling particularly happy or excited.
âHow generous of you, my love.â You chuckle.
(I put pt 1 in case you guys wanted more of these. There is really almost nothing for the frieren x reader fandom and itâs making me so sad. I hit a bit of a writers block with the Qifrey and Olruggio fics so Iâm trying to work on other things to hopefully get that flowing. Sorry for being away a while.)
(Contains: Angst, gender neutral reader, MANGA SPOILERS)
âIâll miss you.â You say softly into the cool night air. The smell of sea water and sound of waves crashing on the sea stack you sit upon creating a melancholy ambiance. The shifting in the grass next to you is quiet but there.
âDonât say thatâŠplease donât say that.â Qifreyâs voice is pleading, low like heâs near begging.
You chuckle. âWhat? I will. Of course I will.â You try to make light cupping your hand over his, letting your warmth bleed into his cold skin. âEven if I donât remember, I feel like a part of me will just know that another part is missing.â Your smile doesnât fade, itâs calm, youâre accepting your fate with a quiet dignity and Qifrey couldnât find anything more impossibly frustrating. He snatches his hand back from you, holding it to his chest as his eye bores into yours.
âYouâre awful. Why are you saying things like this? To hurt me even more?â Tears are welling in his eye, hurt evident in his tone. You were. You want your words to sting, linger for a long time. Thatâs what will save him, any memory he has of you will be a bitter reminder. You take comfort in the fact that it will keep him alive.
âIs that not the idea?â You ask. He glares back at you. âI donât take pleasure in this Qifrey.â Your own voice fractures, youâd been doing so well at holding it in. Searing tears spring up instantly and your throat tightens harshly. âI love you.â
Those words feel like youâre hammering a nail into his coffin. His stomach churns, the feeling of guilt weighing heavy. Qifrey wastes no time in pulling you to him, wrapping you in his arms and pressing his face into your neck. You have to brace yourself with one hand not to be knocked over, the other rests on his lower back.
Over his shoulder you can see his palm quire, thatâs where your future lies. Just under its soft padded leather cover is the spell to remove any trace of a memory that links you to the man you love. Maybe âlovedâ is better used in this case. Your eyes stay trained on it, like itâs a venomous snake waiting to strike. There is a fear that lingers, youâre trying to be brave for Qifreyâs sake but itâs hard not to worry about how much of your memory will be ripped from you.
Itâs still better than the alternative if you two stay as you are. Pulling back from Qifreyâs embrace, you regard him with a more stern expression. âItâs now or never, the sun will rise soon.â Itâs imperative you both return to your respective halls before someone notices youâre gone. You were a student and apprentice before Qifrey, youâll remain one after. Things will go back to the way they were before you took the leap and introduce yourself to the âweird kidâ the Wise in Teachings took in. Having little to no friends before then, it'll likely be assumed you had a falling out, and youâd rather âpretendâ youâd never known him.
Qifrey sniffles, lips trembling as he takes up his palm quire. His hand is shaky as he goes to press the predrawn spell to your brow. You steady it with yours, help guide it into place, and close your eyes. Before your conscious mind slips into inky darkness you hear a voice whisper to you. âI love you tooâŠâ Itâs not a voice you recognize.
~~~
âDonât I know you from somewhere?â A gruff voice asks from beside you. Turning your gaze you find a man you do vaguely recognize. The dark cloak, the hair⊠Oh!
âYouâre Olruggio right?â You smile at the man, giving him your name. âWe had a few classes together at The Great Hall. Funny seeing you here.â You note, placing the pen you were admiring down a moment. Youâd stopped in to check out this shop âThe Starry Swordâ on recommendation from a colleague.
Olruggio's face gains a look of recognition. âThats right. You kept to yourself a lot, surprised you knew my name.â He offers his own smile. Taking your hand in a polite shake when you offer it. Thinking on it a moment you donât recall who it was that told you his name before. You chalk it up to passing word of mouth, he was rather well known as a prodigy after all.
âIâm surprised you recognized me.â You nod. You werenât great at socializing back then. Never really got close to anyone.
You two strike up pretty good conversation while you browsed. Heâd come in for something specific that needed some time to have the last details adjusted, you didnât mild the company. Youâre snickering at a joke he made when the door chimes. âOlly the girls are getting a bit antsy are you-â The voice cuts off when the two of you turn. Qifrey feels hot ice shoot down his spine, eye widening a bit as he looks at you. That same tightness in his throat returning after all these years.
âNolnoa hasnât brought me what Iâm here for yet, just a moment longer, Qifrey.â Olruggio replies, snapping him out of his trance. The taller man nods, eye still not leaving you. You shift a bit uncomfortably under the staring, perhaps he also recognizes you from school? No⊠youâre sure youâd remember a face that handsome. âQifrey Iâm sure you rememberâŠâ Olruggio gives the man your name motioning to you with his head.
âNo, Iâm sorryâŠâ his voice is low, nearly a whisper. âIâm afraid I donât.â He replies. He makes no move to step in or introduce himself, he actually takes a step back. âWeâll wait for you in the town square.â And just like that heâs out the door. For a half second you feel your heart twinge.
âSorry about that, he is usually more polite.â Olruggio frowns apologetically. You shake your head.
âItâs okay.â No sooner than that Mr. Nolnoa is calling out to the man. Seems Olruggioâs order is ready after now, not a moment too soon. You should actually be returning to your lodgings, you can feel a head aching brewing and youâd like to get ahead of it. Excusing yourself with a bow, you wish Olruggio the best and note you hope to meet again. He returns the sentiment and waives to you as you depart.
When you step out onto the path again you make your way in the direction of the inn. Your steps feel heavy, sluggish. You canât explain the odd deep loneliness that stirs in your chest all of a sudden. Then heavy hot tears well and spill all at once, your breathing comes horse as sobs wrack your being. Taking a step into a nearby ally you attempt to catch your breath and calm your flaring nerves. The headache that was welling progresses; painful and pulsing, eyesight blurring with fresh tears as you cradle your head with a groan. Your hearing halfs, like thereâs cotton stuffed inside your ears.
Then thereâs a flicker or something, a face, white hair, blue eyes. The face from moments ago, the man you didnât recognize. It confuses you why is it his face that comes to mind at this moment? Still you canât deny it provides an odd comfort. Focusing on anything right now will help so you focus on his image. The curl of his hair looks soft, like feathers. Somehow you feel like you know how it feels. His eyes are calm, like deep pools of spring water, a beautiful blue color you feel like youâve never seen yet always cherished. Then thereâs his smile. He wasnât smiling at all when you saw him but⊠you can picture it so clearly.
It takes you a good minute to calm the welling storm, when your breathing eases you wonder what set off such a well of emotions. Itâs like your body reacted to something your mind canât quite grasp.
âQifreyâŠâ The name falls from your lips like a weight. You repeat it again, and again. Repeating it feels just as natural as reciting your own name. Taking a step back onto the road you feel your feet pulling you along, first a walk still steadying yourself, then a run. The town square, thatâs where youâll find him.
(Guys Iâm allergic to happiness, and finishing things. I will likely continue this. Still gotta do a second part for that Olruggio fic. đ« Iâm sorry to be slow.)
(Contains: Fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, MANGA SPOILERS!!)
Olruggio shoots up in bed, sweating and breathing heavily. An intense feeling of dread makes his skin feel prickly. His eyes dart to every dark corner of his workshop searching for a danger still lingering in his mind. When his heart rate eventually settles and his breaths come slower he can finally hear the silence of his empty room. He can remember where he is. Heâs not in the northern region, he isnât back in his village. Thereâs no one to reach for, no one to pull from impending danger, and no one looking at him like the failure he is. Heâs alone and the dread lingers.
Floorboards of the catwalk creek under his steps. He cringes at the noise hoping he wonât wake any of the girls. Then he steps out into the common area he notices itâs rather cold in the atelier. Maybe a warm fire will ease his nerves, brighten the room and push those eerie shadows back. It takes only a moment to get the fireplace going, the man rearranging some pillows to prop against as he just stares into it. His mind is still flicking back to unsavory memories but heâs trying at least to focus more on the dancing flames.
âOlruggio?â A voice calls in a whisper. Jolting the man turns fast to the sound, making you jump as well. You raise one hand in defense as the other grips your night robes tight to your chest. âSorry I didnât mean to startle you.â You say in a more even tone, with how still he was you werenât sure if he was awake. The man sighs and shakes his head.
âNo need to apologize.â He grunts. âWhat are you doing awake at this hour?â He asks, trying his best to look unfazed. You step closer, taking a seat on the couch closer to the fire. He watches the light dance on your features while you watch the flames like he was doing just moments before.
âI canât sleep.â You sigh, leaning forward to rest your arms on your knees. âWhat about you?â Eyes moving to look at him. Olruggio shifts under your gaze as if youâd be able to spot every insecurity and fear from just a glance.
âOdd dreams.â He gives, itâs not much but at least heâs being honest. You hum and lean back again. You look as if youâre mulling something over or trying to recall something from many years ago. With a snap of your fingers you grin at the man with a cheery expression.
âI know a trick for that.â Standing up you start heading toward the kitchen. Olly watches with a raised brow wondering what on earth youâd have up your sleeve to remedy âodd dreamsâ as he put it. Following after you he steps into the kitchen, now also bathed in a gentle light of your fire magic. Youâre using a spell to heat up a pot, apparently this remedy is food related. Stepping even closer he hovers and watches as you open cabinets overhead and gather all the things you need.
Stirring the simmering liquid you find your shoulders easing at the familiar task. Itâs been a long time, itâs a good thing you still remember the recipe. âThis is a milk tea my master used to make for me when I was an apprentice.â You turn to smile at Olruggio again. âThey always said something warm in your stomach would make the bad dreams melt away. Make room for the cozy ones.â A soft laugh trails the memory as you continue stirring.
âNever said they were bad dreams.â Olly tries.
âYou didnât have to.â You say simply, causally adding a spice to the mixture.
When you finish you strike out your spell and gather two mugs for the milk tea. Passing one to Olruggio you lead the way back to the common area. You sit closer this time, stealing one of the pillows to prop against the couch and rest against. The dark haired man can feel his chest tighten a bit watching you. Youâre doing him a favor by not prying but he finds himself wondering just how you read him so easily.
Finally after a moment he speaks again. âHow could you tell?â His eyes watch your every move you take a drink from your cup, eyes watching the fire again. Your expression is calm, eyes watching a fizzling ember near that strayed too far.
ââŠWell I noticedâŠâ you place your cup to the side and fold your hands in your lap. â⊠around this time of year you always get a little quieter.â You explain. âYou look more tired, even when your work isnât keeping you busyâŠYou seem a bit jumpy too, like earlier.â You finally catch his eyes. Thereâs a couple other things. The way his shoulders donât fully relax, the way his smile seems more forced, and the knit in his brows that stays anytime heâs staring off into space. âIâve been told the stories, about up north.â
Olruggio shifts, looking you in the eyes. His expression is stoic but his eyes held a sadness that only comes from a weight carried for far too long. Youâre sure this is the most tired youâd ever seen him. Slowly, without a word, you stand and make your way over to him. Settling down right by his side and leaning your shoulder on his. Itâs a simple pressure, something to let him know youâre there but still give him the opportunity to pull away. He doesnât.
âIâm sure the story has gained some exaggerations since.â He sighs, going back to watching the flames. He wonders if what you were told was even close to accurate, some did a great deal to cover up or minimize his failure and keep his reputation as a prodigy. âI can tell you the real storyâŠâ He mumbles.
âYou donât have to.â You interject.
âNo, it's better coming from me than anyone else. I was actually there after all. I wonât sugar code the truth.â His voice holds a slight bitterness that you donât comment on.
For the next couple of hours you sit by Olruggioâs side listening to him talk. He spares no detail from the smell of the morning air to the smell of copper that he can still so horribly recall. Your hand slowly slipped into his at some point when his shoulders slumped and shook. His voice cracked and words came watered down and weak. You end up pulling him into your arms and holding him to you as tightly as you can, his own arms clutching you like a child would their mother.
âYou did everything you could have Olly, you were a kid. Would you expect any of the girls to be ready for that type of situation? Would you want them blaming themselves for it?â You wipe his tears away and cup his face gently in both hands. âYou are a wonderful witch, Olruggio. A wonderful man. Donât tear yourself apart for something that was out of your control.â Youâre sure a part of him doesnât believe your words, a part that will always blame himself. You just hope that another part will keep what you said and hold it with him every time his memory brings him back to this place.
~~~
You stir at the sound of whispers, light voices hushing each other and small feet shuffling softly. âShhh! Youâll wake them up!â Even in your groggy state you recognize Tetiaâs voice instantly. Your features scrunch as you eyes flutter open, met with a soft morning light peaking through the windows. Shifting in an attempt to sit up you notice a heavy weight on your stomach. Peaking down from your propped position on the pillows you notice messy dark locks laying across your stomach. Olruggio is curled up against you, his upper half draped over mid section, and arm curled over your lap.
Thatâs when you recall youâd stayed up talking with and comforting Olruggio and you donât recall ever heading back to bed. You two must have fallen asleep at some point, too exhausted to notice. Judging by the slow rise and fall of Olruggioâs shoulder heâs still fast asleep.
âGirls, perhaps we should start on breakfast, let them sleep a bit longer.â You hear Qifreyâs voice, gentle and low, trying to stay quiet as well. You can hear their footsteps retreating to the kitchen and you breathe a sigh of relief that you didnât have to explain why you two are cuddled up in front of the fireplace.
You should probably get up but itâs probably better to let Olruggio get these measly hours of sleep where he can. Your fingers trail into his hair again, slowly combing each little knot out. Pausing your fingers when he shifts a bit and sighs snuggling his face farther against you. A warmth spreads under the skin of your cheeks as you try not to let butterflies kick up in your stomach. They might just wake him.
(I think this is gunna need a part 2, lemme know what you think! I made myself sad editing this manga panel)
Donât Ask Unless You Want Your Feelings Hurt đ
WHA main cast x Reader
(Contains: humor, sweet moment, short unserious fic, one use of [y/n] sorry I couldnât avoid it)
âIf you had to pick, who is your favorite guardian, me or Olruggio?â Qifrey points between him and Olly watching as the girlsâ faces scrunch in condition. It started as a silly teasing debate between the two but now it seems to have gotten a bit serious. Seems a bit unfair given the difference in the amount of time each man gets to spend with the kids but you donât comment on it. Best to keep your head down and just focus on your breakfast. Their little pissing contest doesnât concern you.
âIs this a serious question? Some kind of test?â Agott squints at the white haired man, still holding her fork halfway up as they were all eating peacefully before being interrupted. Qifrey sweats a bit at the question, itâs not any kind of loyalty test, just a confirmation of sorts.
âNo, weâd just like to know. No reason.â He scratches the back of his neck nervously.
âJust seeing if we guessed correctly on who you get along with most.â Olruggio waives his hand.
âIn that case Iâd say Master Ollyâs the best! He always makes us contraptions to help us in the nicest ways!â Tetia grins, completely unaware of the dagger she just shot through Qifrey. His smile stays but youâre sure that stung, you hold in your laugh.
âWell if I had to choose, I guess Master Qifrey? I owe him so much for helping me.â Coco pipes up, she isnât looking at either man directly seeming to ponder the logic behind her answer as she said it. That makes sense. Doesnât help that Olruggio tried to haul her off to jail near immediately after meeting herâŠ
Richeh looks between both men boredly, disinterested but already knowing her answer. âMaster Qifrey has five angricheh points so I like master Olly more.â She puffs her cheeks glaring at the taller man. He flinches, no matter what heâs the one most often on her bad side. You canât hold your snicker in that time.
Agott takes a minute to ponder her answer, there really is no right answer no matter which she picks, someone's ego is bound to be bruised. Maybe she should pick Olruggio because that would make them even? For a second thatâs what she settles on until someone else pops into her mind. Someone not near as silly enough to ask her to answer this trap of a question. Weighing it a bit, it's also her true honest answer. âMaster [y/n] is my favorite.â She notes simply before returning to her meal.
Youâre at a loss this ridiculous game of theirs actually turned into a wholesome moment for you. You feel your heat squeeze and you canât help the big smile that grows on your face. âAwe Agott!â Your arms wrap around the girl as you pull her into a hug. She huffs and rolls her eyes, returning the hug with her free hand as she continues eating around your dramatics.
âWait, that wasn't one of the options!â Tetia pushes up on the table. âI want to change my answer, they're my favorite too!â She turns to shout at the two men as if sheâd lose her opportunity to lock in the vote.
âI want to change my answer tooâŠâ Richeh mumbles. Focusing more on eating again but still well part of the conversation.
â⊠I think Iâd like to change mine too, if thatâs okay?â Coco shuffles uncomfortably watching both men stare mouth agape.
They deflate, depressed and grief ridden. All that just for you to sweep them under the rug without even trying.
Another laugh from you bubbled up as you lean on your hand, half smirking and smug in your victory. âItâs okay guys, Iâm sure you could tie for second place.â
Well unless brushbuddy also gets added to the roster.
(I just got this had this pop into my head and I thought it was a cute scene. Very short sorry about that.)
(Contains: smut, polyamory, bondage, oral, fingering, office sex, group sex, exhibitionism, non gendered reader, slight manga spoilers regarding a character introduced after Lagrah.)
Youâre a personal assistant to The Wise, constantly on the run too and fro with hardly a moment's rest. Other witches in the Great Hall often watch you from afar, pitying your station and its seemingly endless duties. To be perfectly honest though, thereâs nowhere else youâd rather be. Even with the long hours you're honestly spending more time doing things outside your job description.
For example on the days Vinanna requests your presence youâre often settled between her legs under her desk, your tongue dipping into her folds and sucking her clit just the way she showed you. Sometimes she makes you sit in her lap and cockwarm one of her toys just to watch you squirm, if youâre good and donât squirm too much she rewards you by bending you over the desk and plowing into you like she hates you. More often than not you leave her office aching all over but very content.
When Beldaruit calls on you to keep him company in his room you can cuddle and talk with him for hours. Usually his voice gets you a bit hot and bothered so you settle in his lap, grinding against him like a desperate dog in heat. He likes watching you needy for him though, itâs a real ego boost to know that even in his current state you still want him so badly. If you manage to cum from just the grinding alone he doesnât let it end there. Using his fingers on you, having you suck him off, or having you ride him until he fills you more than once. He likes you to cum until you're shaking and fall asleep in his bed.
Now Lagrah was the newer addition. Heâd caught your eye as Engeldillâs assistant, the older man was never quite fond of you and often passed you off to Lagrah as your point of contact. At first you were concerned about him not being privy to your arrangement with the other two other Wise. Concerned heâd find it unsavory and ultimately judge or belittle you. Thankfully that problem was solved the day he walked in on you breathless and completely fucked out. The other two Wise having pinned you to the meeting table and taken turns making you fall apart. Heâd been extremely shocked and flustered but with a little prompting the two were able to get him to slide his hard length down your throat as they continued using you. A part of you thinks they knew heâd be easily convinced.
You do have days to rest of course. After particularly rough or intense sessions you need some time to recover. Itâs never too bad, usually some soreness that just takes a couple days to ease. Other times you might just want a mental break to be with just yourself or work on your own magic or hobbies. They miss you when youâre away but they know keeping you cooped up would be bad for your overall health and well being.
Your robes carry adornments of each wise, on the outside it looks like just a simple signifier of your position. But in reality it labels you as theirs and often means others wonât mess with you. Theyâre a bit overprotective.
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âYouâre up late, to whom do I owe the pleasure?â Lagrah holds his hand out to you with a smile. You take it with a smile allowing him to pull you into his lap. One of your arms rests around his shoulder and the other shows him the papers in your hand. Lagrah doesnât fail to notice how your movements shift your robes loose exposing an ample amount of your chest to him. Itâs pretty late in the hall so he figures you loosened them before coming over.
âVinanna wanted me to have you look over these. She said itâs important to the upcoming festival.â You explain as if youâre unaware of your wardrobe malfunction. He indulges you, taking the papers and quickly skimming them, heâll go over them properly when your duties whisk you away but for now⊠one of his hands trailed under the fabric keeping your lower half covered. Fingers grazing already hot flesh, tender and wet. Seems Vinanna sent you on your way after having her own fun. He slips his fingers inside you easily making you moan and clench around them.
He can feel how spongy and pliant you are inside, the previous Wise stretched you well. If he were less of a gentleman heâd just slip himself inside of you now but heâd like to make you feel good first. You deserve it for being such a good assistant to them. His other hand tugs your already slipping too robes aloft your shoulders sliding around your front to play with your chest. Pinching your already hard nipple and rolling the bud between his fingers. You gasp and rock down into his hand sharply, clearly eager to have him.
âLagrah~â you whine as you keep rolling and fidgeting in his lap. He thrusts his fingers quicker, curling and scissoring them to find your sweet spot. The jolt and loud moan you let you when he dings it makes him chuckle, abusing the spot relentlessly as you squeeze tightly around his fingers. âOh fuck!â You keen hands moving to fist in his robes and rut even more urgently into his movements. He watches you with a simmering heat in his eyes as you arch and cry out, finally reaching your peak. Continuing thrusting his fingers through each quake and sloppy rut of your hips as weak rapid moans slip from your lips.
After you calm down a bit he helps you adjust to lay back on his desk. Moving between your legs he takes in how your robes frame you beautifully, sweat slicked skin adding a sheen to you that makes his cock twitch. Removing his robes slowly he watches your chest rise and dip with each labored breath. Positioning his hardened cock at your sensitive entrance taps the tip against you a few times before pressing inside your slick heat. Your hips stutter as you widen your legs more for him, hands reaching out so you can touch him.
He allows you to pull him into a deep kiss, savoring the taste of your tongue and groaning as he reaches his hilt. Lagrah starts a deep roll of his hips, barely leaving you before he fills you again. He has a way of taking your breath away with his deep overwhelming thrusts. Your fingers dig into his broad shoulders as you start rolling your hips down to meet each one. Breaking the kiss a string of breathy curses leave you as you feel another peak quickly spreading. Lagrah pushes a hand between your bodies to play with you. Your legs immediately wrap around his hips to pull him even harder against you, please dripping from your lips.
âJust let go, we can go until youâre completely satisfied.â He huffs groaning into your ear as he feels your pulsing heat constrict around him.
The papers Vinanna sent will have to wait a while.
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Beldaruit can hear the knob to his bedroom turn and he doesnât need his smoke statues to know itâs you. Heâd been expecting you since this morning. You whispered to one of his statues that youâd be by for lunch so you could have your meal with him. Based on your tone and the wink you gave, you certainly werenât talking about food. When you slip inside his room you glance around making sure no nurses or his apprentice were lingering.
âIâve sent them away dear.â Bel hums, patting the space beside him, inviting you to join him on the bed. Slipping next to him you curl into his side resting against the pillows with him.
âHow are you feeling?â You always ask, you know better than to push his condition. You can just relax and enjoy his company without the sex. Beldaruit is kind and intelligent, you could listen to his voice all day. Bel smiles at you running a thumb down your cheek before pulling you into a kiss.
âIâm feeling well. Please donât be hesitant.â He urges you. Looking over his face to make sure he isnât fibbing you smile back at him and nod. Slipping farther down the bed you settle between his legs and push his bed clothes up to reveal his already half hard cock straining against his underwear. Tugging those out of the way you immediately take him into your mouth bobbing your head languidly, making sure to flatten your tongue along the underside before teasing it over his tip.
Bel sighs at the feeling of your warm mouth on him, hand resting on your head while the other goes to his mouth to stifle his noises. When you hear his moans muffle you pause your movements and retreat to glare at the gentle featured man. âBel, donât do that! I wanna hear you!â You scold him. Your hand comes up to tug his away, weaving your fingers into his as you return to your precious motions. Hardening fully in your mouth you swallow around him squeezing around his sensitive length with your throat.
âAhh!â he grits out face scrunching at the intense pleasure. âItâs too much!â He cried out as you did it again. His eyes squeeze shut as you continue sucking him, coming back up to suckle his tip. Using your hand to pump him as you keep torching his sensitive head. âIâm going to cumâŠâ he huffs through labored moans as his hips arch up and his head tilts back. You watch as he shakes and cries out loudly, pressing your head down as he ruts desperately into your mouth. Hot stings of cum paint your throat as you try not to gag. When he finally loosens his grip you let your mouth slide back up his wet length and swallow the mess he left behind.
He watches you let him slip from your mouth, using your tongue to clean him. âYou donât have to do that my love.â He reassures you, flinching at the overstimulation. You shoot him a pointed look while licking up the last of it from your hand and sitting back up. After taking a moment to breathe you crawl up his lap wrapping your arms around him and kissing him slowly. He can taste himself on your lips, humming a moan into your mouth. Resting his hands on your hips he returns it happily.
âCan you do one more?â You ask resting your forehead on his. âI want you inside me.â Beldaruit chuckles and regards you fondly. You make him feel young again with all this energy you have.
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âNow now, behave yourself.â Vinanna chastised you. She has you kneeling in the center of her room, arms bound by her staffâs pennants. Youâd wriggled your hips to get some kind of friction and she caught you.
Sheâs punishing you for growing too bold during a Knightâs meeting and dragging your fingers up her thigh under the table. Youâd trailed it up far too high and nearly made her lose composure. Nearly. She shot you a look that had you avoiding her eyes for the rest of the meeting. That certainly wonât happen again once sheâs put you in your place.
Crouching on one knee before you she smirks down at your frustrated expression. âDonât be so pouty you brought this on yourself.â She tisks, eyes flicking to your bare chest and down to your lower half. The pennants are also keeping your thighs strung to your calves, limiting your ability to move. Sheâd placed a toy on the floor for you to sit on, itâs the smallest of the few she owns. Smaller than what could satisfy you, she knows you need to squirm and clench to get any satisfaction from it which is why she wonât let you move. Itâs a punishment after all.
Using the pointed part of her staff she lifts your chin so she can look you in the eyes. You look so cute like this, wanton and bratty, just the way she likes you. âYouâve been pushing your luck lately, Iâm starting to think you like these punishments.â Leaning down on one knee she brings her face closer to yours. Lowering her staff she takes your chin roughly in her free hand. âYou like when Iâm rough with you sweetheart?â Her voice is firm but warm, a woman who knows how to twist your insides with just a few words.
When her firm hold stops your nod you stutter out a yes. Itâs a pathetic wispy response she knows means you are in fact getting off on being punished. Letting you chin go she stands again adjusting her hold to constrict the pennants tighter. Stepping closer she pressed her plated shoes against your sex, the pressure she applies is slow but firm making you whine and try to press hips forward to meet her. She lets you, watching you with a smirk as you try to rock into the cool metal.
Sheâs always been a leader, being in charge is where sheâs most comfortable, your established dynamic gives her the satisfaction she needs when it comes to a sexual partner. Close second would be Beldaruit but she can be a bit too rough for his frailer composition. In his younger years it was easier but she saves the rougher stuff for you now. Still she often likes to direct the three of you if sheâs feeling in a particular mood. For now though, sheâs enjoying the one on one time.
âSlow down.â She commands easing her foot back, taking away your best source of constant friction. You groan clenching around the toy desperately, legs straining against the pennants. You look up at her pleadingly with your best pouty expression, she chuckles. âBeg and I might let you get off. Itâs the least you could do after such poor behavior.â She uses her staff as a prop to lean on regarding you smugly, hand on her hip.
Biting your lip you weigh your options. You could grovel like she wants and get your quickest route to release sooner or you could push your luck even more and deny her, bite back, and enjoy an even longer drawn out punishment that will inevitably lead to overstimulation and a more explosive orgasm. Itâs a hard choice but you figure; in for a penny in for a pound. âWhat if Iâm not sorry?â You tilt your head with your own matching smug smile. âYou need to loosen up more Vi, have a little fun.â Your smug tone is cut off then the pennants unravel from you and retighten in different spots. The fast movements of the fabric tugging you into a new position, legs swung beneath you and face pressed into the cool stone of the floor. One constricting your neck just a bit, a warning.
The toy now presses into your stomach after youâd been roughly removed from it. Her shoes click with each step and as she walks around you. Leaning down she pops the toy from its position and takes it in her hand. You canât see her but you can feel the toy teasing your entrance for just a moment before she shoves it in roughly, as far as it will go, flush to the base. Pistoning it roughly inside of you she watches with great satisfaction as you squirm against the restraints, curses and sobbed moans tumbling from you like a mantra.
âYouâll be begging me to stop by the end of the night.â Her tone is authoritative, firm and harsh. It makes you clench and rut back into the toy as your eyes roll back. This is exactly why you love misbehaving so much.
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Itâs been a long day, the last thing any of the Wise wants to do is stick around in this dull place a moment longer. Still itâs routine they sit and consult with the various leaders of the five kingdoms. They could have left by now if the ever meticulous and cunning King Deanreldy had not requested further conference. All the other rulers had departed; now the three sit side by side waiting for him.
âThis is ridiculous.â Bel huffs. âHe keeps us waiting, I swear he does this to antagonize me.â
âIâm sure he will join us soon, a King has many responsibilities. It is surely a serious matter if he need attend to it first.â Lagrah hums, honestly heâd hope the king takes longer to avoid any awkwardness.
âIâm quite comfortable.â Vinanna chuckles, hand pressed into her cheek.
Just a second later the door creaks open to reveal the man theyâd been waiting on. âMy apologies, I had a pressing matter to address. Iâll make this quick.â Deanreldy pauses, glancing around the room a moment. âWhere did your little assistant run off too, I was hoping they could notate for us.â He wonders aloud.
âThey needed to go on ahead, much needs tended to in our absence.â Vinanna lies smoothly. Bel hums in agreement. Lagrah doesnât say anything concerned with slipping up and tipping the man off.
Unbeknownst to the arrogant king you had in fact never left. Currently you're being as quiet as you can manage, bobbing your head and sucking Lagrahâs twitching cock. Heâs pulsing in your mouth trying desperately not to trust into your inviting heat. One of your hands is sliding your fingers in and out of Vinannaâs dripping entrance, curling and prodding against her sweet spot. The other is busy gliding along Beldaruitâs slick length, having wet it moments ago with your tongue before pumping it earnestly, rolling your thumb over the tip with every roll of your wrist.
Being the Three Wiseâs most beloved assistant is not for the weak. Youâre bold and hungry, eager to please. Thatâs exactly why they adore you so much, you make even the dullest duties more entertaining.
(I edited some more manga panels I think theyâre pretty cute. Didnât proof-read this too much sorry if thereâs mistakes! Hope you like it! Thanks for reading! đ Iâll die on the hill that all three of the wise are hot)
It started with you and Olruggio sat together at his work desk, youâd 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. Heâs heavy in your hand, not quite awake enough to play yet but youâre confident you can change that. You firmly pump your hand down his length adding a pressure around his tip every time you pass it. Ollyâs 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.
âYou work so hard Olly, you should relax a little more.â 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. âOlruggio of the Torch, the man you are.â You sigh a clear ache in your core making you roll your hips forward.
âOlly have you seen-â Qifrey immediately sputters and shys nearly stumbling on the steps heâd 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. âWhat are you two doing?! It's mid-day!â 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.
âHaving adult fun, want to join us? Iâm sure the girls can do some peer studies for a bit.â 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?
âItâll be fine Qifrey, live a little.â Olruggio huffs patience wearing thin with each moment your hand just rests on his still twitching length. Patting his work desk for emphasis. Qifreyâs eye glances back down to the door warily then flicks back to Ollyâs splayed out form. You can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he weighs the options.
âO-OkayâŠâ he bites his lip. âJust for a bit.â He relents, stepping over to push Olruggioâs previous note out of the way and sit atop the desk. He sits there; legs crossed and eye focused on your hand. Seems heâs 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 youâll tease him relentlessly.
âJust like that Olly, show Qifrey how pent up youâve been without him.â You place a kiss just under his ear. Itâs 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. Youâd 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.
Qifreyâs gaze flicks to you, you offer a smirk in return. Youâre playing with fire but thatâs the fun part. Olruggioâs 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 Ollyâs 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 Olruggioâs hand comes up to grip your wrist, halting your motions and pausing his desperate thrusts. âWait hah wait wait.â 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. âQifrey.â 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.
âYes?â
âI want you to touch me too.â He sighs, holding out both hands to the taller man. âI want to cum with you inside me.â Qifrey doesnât 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 Ollyâs knees, hands moving to hold the dark haired manâs hips. Removing your hand you adjust to move farther back and give Qifrey more room, even helping Olly lower onto his back. âDonât go too far.â 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 Olruggioâs 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. Heâs clearly been holding out, disregarding his own discomfort too lost in the scene heâd been watching. Shifting back to lean on your calves you take a quick glance around Ollyâs room. You spot a very familiar bottle near the edge of his steps, close to where his bed hangs.
âHang on.â 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 Ollyâs 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 Olruggioâs 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 Qifreyâs fingers.
A fun idea pops into your head as you pull away from Ollyâs 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 Ollyâs body. Just as Qifrey finally adds the third finger you lower your hand to Ollyâs 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 Olruggioâs 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 Ollyâs 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. âFuuuck.â 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 Olruggioâs insides.
When the taller man is finally flush with Ollyâs 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. âDonât go.â He whines beneath you. âSit on my face.â 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 canât help the immediate rocking of your hips, each long glide of his tongue on you making your legs feel weak. âShit Olly!â 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.
Qifreyâs hips pick up as he watches you fall apart on Olruggioâs mouth. Each thrust coming fast and hard, bullying the shorter manâs 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 Qifreyâs shoulder as you keep rocking against Olruggioâs mouth. The other trails down to press against the ladderâs 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. Qifreyâs 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 Qifreyâs hair roughly. âCum Qifrey. I know youâre close.â You tug again and relish in Qifreyâs half groan half whimper. âCum inside Olly, you know he wants you too.â
As if to agree, Olruggio ruts his hips harshly into the other manâs 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 Ollyâs 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.
Thatâs when you get halted for a third time. This time itâs Qifrey half your movements by pressing his hands firmly over Olruggioâs to keep you still. He lifts your hips off Olruggioâs 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. âQifrey!â You look at him with a near broken expression. He just smiles that stupid proper polite smile back at you while shaking his head.
âNot yet.â He hums in a frustratingly cheery tone. âDonât think I donât know who initiated this little stunt.â His voice is friendly but you can feel a sinister aura wafting from him. You feel a prickle of nervousness run along your neck. âYou said youâd help with todayâs lesson, you knew Iâd come looking for you.â He lays out your blatant plan, seeing through you as easily as ever. Dread creeps up as you sweat under Qifreyâs stern smile.
Youâve been caught and now youâre in troubleâŠ
âWe can continue this after today's lesson, the one youâve so blatantly delayed.â 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. Youâre 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 wasnât still floating on cloud nine. He watches you two descend the stairs again with a fond smile. Heâll make it up to you twice over later tonight, spirits know Qifrey wonât stay cross for long once heâs the one underneath the both of you.
(Iâm so sorry this too me so long! đ 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*)
âHeâs still at it then?â Tamsy asks, tone passive and book open. He doesnât need to look up or even hear you answer, he already knows. You groan loudly, swinging the door closed and trudging up to your partner. When you reach the bed you flip onto it unceremoniously, arms curling over his lap and face pressed to his side. Tamsy readjusts his hold on the book so he can rub your back.
âItâs been two weeks! At this point he might as well move back into his workshop!â You whine exasperated. Tamsy hums, he understands the frustration he misses August too. The loudmouth tends to get a little two wrapped up in his work, leaving the both of you dealing with a very noticeable August shaped gap in your day to day. Tamsy really hates to admit it but he is feeling especially weighed down by the other blonds absence. Somewhere along the way heâs gotten really used to their dynamic, fond of him.
âIâll go with you tomorrow and we can rip him from that desk together.â Tamsy closes his book and leans down to kiss your forehead before sliding into the blankets deeper. Tugging you under his arm he tries to get comfortable.
Later in the night he wakes again and can feel irritation fill his being. Thereâs no loud snoring, obnoxiously warm body pressed to his other side. Heâs gotten so used to August in the bed that sleep is another thing that is made harder by the ladderâs absence. Thereâs a deep slow ache curling in his chest, itâs like a weight pressing on him. Missing someone like this was never something he expected and now look at him.
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When the two of you are prepared and ready for operation âSnatch and Grabâ you meet up in front of the artist's heavy workshop doors. Tamsy has Tokushin at the ready and his hair undone, free and silky, always a favorite for either of you. You have on one of your August originals, an outfit he created and agreed upon is your sexiest one heâs ever done, and your signature scent you wear for special dates.
âOkay I open the door, you string him up.â You point to your partner with a serious expression. Tamsy nods, stepping into a better stance, bracing himself for the go. âHere we go. One. Two. Three!â You slide the door open fast, a loud bang is heard when it connects to the wall. August's scrunched form doesnât even flinch. One ringing tap of Tokushin on the concrete floor and blue threads swiftly ensnare all loose objects in the room. As well as one, now very surprised stylist, who is dangling at the center of it all.
âNice work.â You compliment stepping into the room.
âAlways.â Tamsy breathes, walking slowly to meet Augustâs swaying form. Looping a finger into the loosest thread he stills the artist, fixing him with a silent glare. âYouâve been really getting on my nerves darling.â His tone is low as he addresses the other man. August blinks up at him, limbs tugging at their restraints. You can hear his muffled voice through the many threads wrapped over his lip.
âAugie, youâve been leaving us hanging for way too long.â You whine crouching to address him at eye level. âBeen getting real pent up without you.â You wink at the man, his eyes widening a bit.
âWhat are you going to do to make up for it?â Tamsyâs tone tilts to the dangerous side as he yanks the thread higher to bring the man up to his level. August whines into the threads, eyes half lidded and cheeks reddening by the second. The younger man can feel his body heating up, until now he hadnât noticed how much heâs been missing the both of you too.
~~~
Tamsy moans deeply, his hand is fisted around one of Tokushinâs large threads using it to pull tight on the pseudo collar he has secured around Augustâs neck. The younger blond is desperately fucking into him from behind, cock aching and hard as he drives into him. Loud moans bounce off the walls, August's eyes glaring down at the older blond through his orange tinted shades. âFuck!â August groans through gritted teeth.
Youâre pinned under Tamsy holding him to your sweat slicked skin, back pressed over the workbench. August's previous works and sketches damp and crumpled underneath you. Your eyes are focused on the scarred manâs face, his brows knitted and eyes squeezed shut. Each of his moans stumble out of him uncontrolled, clearly getting lost in the feeling of August hitting his prostate with every harsh thrust. Tamsyâs free hand is intertwined with yours while your free hand works over your messy sex.
Arching farther into you Tamsy shouts and presses his face into your neck. You can feel his release paint your stomach as he shakes above you. August groans and leans in to sink his teeth into the scarred manâs shoulder. A few more harsh deep thrusts and August is filling him. Tamsy tugs at the thread harshly pulling the man over his back pressing him flush against his skin and craning his head to the side to capture August's lips in his. You can see just how much Tamsy missed the other man with how intimately he traces his tongue into the younger manâs mouth.
When they separate again both of their breathing is labored. âOff.â Tamsy orders with another tug of the thread. Immediately the taller man slips off him allowing the Tamsy to stand straight. âYour turn, trinket.â He presses a slow kiss to your lips before helping guide you between the two of them. Laying you in his lap he pulls your legs wide, presenting you for your shared partner.
August bites his lip, his over sensitive cock twitching at the sight of you. âWell? Donât stop working hard now.â Tamsy sneers. Not one to back down from a challenge August slides his still weeping member over your wet entrance. Youâre still a mess from when Tamsy was inside you at the start. Pressing inside he groans at the feeling, starting up pointed rough thrusts. You sigh at the sensation letting your head roll back. Using his hands to keep you steady Tamsy presses his hips up to help August hit that perfect angle inside of you. âJust like that.â He hums relishing in each moan that slips from your lips.
~~~
Later after you three are winding down in bed. You watch from Tamsyâs other side as August rolls his wrist with a scrunched expression. âDamn, my wrist hurts.â August groans cradling his writing hand with the other, rolling his wrist to ease the ache. Tamsyâs gentle hands take the hand, looking over it. Thereâs no harsh indents left behind by Tokushin. With a sigh of relief he slowly rubs his warm fingers into the other blond's wrist, massaging the connecting area.
âYouâve been working for weeks, non stop, your wrist is inflamed.â He scolds tossing a half baked glare at your partner. âTake better care of yourself.â August smiles sheepishly back at him before his eyes flick back to his wrist. Tamsyâs fingers are still working to relieve the discomfort, itâs funny how he shows his tender side through actions that directly contradict his huffy attitude. With a snicker August leans in slowly to press a soft kiss to Tamsyâs lips. Tamsyâs shoulders relax as he returns the kiss with an equally languid tenderness.
When they pull apart again you clear your throat. Tapping your lips for emphasis the two men chuckle at your behavior before each leaning down to make sure youâre not left out.
(I feel like the reader was a bit passive in this but I hope you still like it.)
(Contains: Smut, grinding, oral fem receiving, teasing behavior)
All day long Gountess has been pushing his luck, hands grazing Lilyâs skin in what seems like innocent unassuming grazes. Lily knows better, no touching Gountess does is unintentional, every one speaks to a need swirling in him. The problem being that each time Lily goes to show him the affection he so clearly wants he makes excuses to leave. Heâs teasing her, making her play his little game of cat and mouse. By the time she corners him in their room sheâs well worked up.
âYouâre playing a dangerous game sweetheart~â she hums, leaning in to rest her hands on either side of his wheelchair, her chest nearly fully exposed at the angle. Gountess can feel his skin prickling under their intense look but he canât help pushing further.
âI was always under the impression you liked games my love.â He leans back regarding her with a half lidded gaze and a small smirk playing on his lips.
Now Gountess is spayed out on their shared bed hands bound above his head as Lily trails kisses on his bare skin, lips stick marks littering pale skin. Each time she moves closer to one of his more sensitive areas she retreats and starts again in another spot, making the man bite his lip in anticipation. âLily.â He whines low, voice gravely as deep need overwhelms him.
She only responds in a giggle, pulling away from him completely to look down on him with a searing dominating gaze. âWhat Gountess? You donât like this game?â Tilting her head as her nails run along his prickling skin, the feather light scratches running over his sensitive nipples making him hiss and tilt his hips up. He feels like heâs going crazy underneath her.
When she leans into him her soft plush skin glides over his own making him shiver. Tugging at his restraints he breathes out through his nose, frustrated not being able to touch her. She uses her hand to tilt his head up, making him look her in the eyes. Leaning in she captured his lips in a deep longing kiss, rolling her tongue over his.
Her hips roll against his slow, teasing him with the warmth of her core, still veiled by a thin fabric. Her lower half weighs his hips down, pinning them in place as she rocks down into him. Breaking the kiss his breaths pick up as he tries to shift and meet each movement. âKeep still Gountess, or do you want me to stop?â Halting his every move immediately he whines out and lets his head fall back into the pillow. His eyes are pinched shut trying to keep calm as she begins rocking into more firmly.
He can feel the fabric of her body suit dampening against his bare twitching length. âLily! Ah! PleaseâŠâ he huffs. âIâm sorry!â He jolts when she brings down once roughly in response.
âDont apologize, you look amazing all breathless for me.â She pushes his hair away from his face to take in his pathetic flushed expression. âJust perfect.â She hums leaning back to strip fully while in his lap. Her breasts fall free, bouncing a bit as they settle again.
When she removed the body suit completely her bare pussy slides over his hardened length pressing against his stomach as she continues the same slow roll of her hips. Her slick folds molten hot against him causing him to let out a broken moan. His eyes squint up at her, lips trembling as breathy groans and whimpers slip from him.
When his tip catches her entrance she pauses for a moment, clenching around him for a second to tease him. When he sobs out another broken moan she does it again, and again. Eventually heâs a begging mess beneath her nails digging into his palms. When fresh tears do trail down his cheeks Lily finally lets him have what he wants. Guiding his tip inside she slowly rolls forward and fully takes him inside. Her tight walls squeeze around Gountessâ member as she starts riding him.
âYesâŠâ he sighs, eyes rolling back and arching his back off the bed. The deep lull of her hips making his breath catch each time she takes him fully. âOh gods Lily.â His breaths come labored as she reaches up to undue the cloth pinning his wrists. His hands immediately find purchase on her large thighs straddling his hips. His hold is shaky and desperate, palms sweaty on her smooth skin.
Lily can feel each bit of his length sliding along her walls, each vein creating a delicious friction that makes her rock her hips faster. âSo good Gountess.â Her voice is just above a whisper. Leaning down to lick into his mouth she fists the sheets on the sides of his head. Her long hair pools around him as her eyes keep him locked in an intense gaze. Hot breaths seep from around their exchange.
As the feeling of pleasure builds Gountess grips Lilyâs hips tighter. Each wet slap of her hips on his edging him closer to release. âL-Lily⊠Iâm close.â He moans into her mouth, voice shaking as she continues fervently kissing him.
Lily not wanting to reward bad behavior slows her hips to practically no movement, going from actively riding her partner to more cockwarming him. Gountess lets out a frustrated desperate cry, his hands weakly slapping at the skin of Lilyâs thighs. âNooo!â He whines pulling away from her lips to writhe below her. âDonât do this to me.â He breathes hips wiggling under hers to try and move even a bit.
âI donât know, do you think you deserve it, Gountess?â She hums back smugly. Giggling at her partner's distress. Instead of continuing she ends up pulling completely off of him. She ignores his begging to crawl father up the bed until her dripping pussy is directly above his face. âIf you can prove what a good boy you can be, I might be persuaded to give you what you want.â
Gountess can feel his face heat up dramatically, making his head spin. His hands curl into the blankets as he is left speechless. âI need a yes or no sweetheart~â Lily chimes in again. A shaky nod is his response then a stuttered yes.
Lowering herself onto his face she can feel the curve off his nose against her sensitive folds, guiding her clit against it. Pressing into him more Gountess glides his tongue along her entrance eagerly, tasting her like this for the first time. His motions are sloppy but he gets the hang of it, judging what works based on Lilyâs reactions. Heâs always been a quick study.
~~~
âIf you want me to be rough with you, all you need to do is ask.â Lily giggles pressing a kiss to Gountessâ sweat slicked forehead. His breath still hasn't completely evened out. Gountess groans softly, leaning his head into her lip.
âBut it worked so well, seeing you all fed up with me was a good look on you.â He teases with a bashful smile. Lily returns it tugging him even closer to her with a laugh.
(Contains: fluff, tenderness, slight angst, non gendered reader)
âDagda, when can we stop to see your friend again?â Custas asks, sitting across from him in the caravan. Dagda raises a brow in turn pausing in the tuning of his roundlute.
âFriend?â He asks, tilting his head a bit. Who could Custas be talking about? Dagda wouldnât say he has any âfriendsâ.
The boy rolls his eyes dramatically at his father figure. âYour friend! The one that always gives us sweet breads! You always talk with them for hours when we go see them!â He put heavy emphasis on hours too. Heâs had to sit through plenty of torturous adult talk. Still despite that the bread is so good and heâs been craving it for over a week now!
Dagda blinks at the boy. Oh Custas is talking about you! He hasnât really explained to the boy the nuances of adult relationships, and at his current age he likely wonât for a while. Dagda wouldnât call you a friend per say. Youâre more his lover, one he only sees a few times out of the year unfortunately. Whenever you do get a chance to see each other though thereâs always immediate sparks. Heâll talk with you well into the night and after putting Custas to bed heâll share yours until the earliest hours of the morning.
Thinking on it, it has been a while since heâs seen you. The caravan should be passing by your village within the next coming weeks so perhaps itâs time for a detour.
~~~
âDagda! Custas! What a surprise!â You smile wide at your unexpected visitors. Opening the door wider you welcome them in. Custas happily runs past you while Dagda pauses at the entrance to place a welcome kiss to your temple. âIâm happy to see you both, the harvest season is coming fast. I'd hate for you two to be stuck out in the cold.â You ruffle Custasâ hair as you return to your pot on the stove. They have very convenient timing. You were just working on a warm stew youâd planned on stretching for a couple days so you had enough on your hands to feed the three of you for the night.
Your favorite part of catching up with the duo is having Custas regale you with the details, given his young age and his personality he has a tendency to overexcurate which makes listening to him all the more fun. âAnd then Dagda got stuck in the mud all the way up to his knees, if we didnât get help from a passing witch he woulda been done for.â The boy snickers. You laugh along with him tossing Dagda a teasing grin. The gruff man sighs with a face that reads embarrassed but understanding, it was a funny story.
Eventually night gets late and Dagda takes Custas to your spare room to sleep. Youâre happy you can provide some sanctuary to them, you care a lot for Dagda and his son, a part wishes theyâd stick around but youâve made a bitter peace with the unfortunate truth that this is their way of life. They enjoy traveling and will likely never give it up. Even so, what time you do get with them is treasured dearly.
âYouâre looking a bit skinny Dagda, why donât you two stay for the cold months at least.â You offer crossing your arms. The man eyes you warily, heâs looking more tired than usual too.
âYou know Iâd love to.â He groans, rubbing his eyes with his middle finger and thumb. You can tell thereâs a âbutâ coming just from his tone alone. âBut weâll be back on the road again soon, canât stick to one town too long. Custas gets restless and I canât say I do any better.â He rubs the back of his neck as he speaks, clearly uncomfortable. You let it go.
âWhere will the two of you be heading next?â You begin taking steps toward your own room, Dagda follows like he always does.
âWeâll be heading through the Naakiwan Downs and make our way across the river to Kalhn.â He takes a seat on your bed, watching as you undress and slip into more comfortable night clothes. âYou should come see us while weâre performing there, itâs a wonderful town.â He smiles when you step closer, his arms wrapping around you easily before you lean down to kiss him.
âMaybe.â You hum with your own smile, biting your lip you easily let him pull you in for another.
~~~
When Dagda wakes heâs feeling a lot more well rested than he has in a long time. Heâs surrounded by your smell in the comfort of your warm bed. Feeling the morning sun heating his skin further he figures heâs slept in which makes sense since youâre no longer in the bed with him. When he sits up he can hear muffled clanking of cooking, your warm voice speaking to Custas in the kitchen. The scent of frying meat and sweet cakes seeps through the door making his mouth water.
When he joins you both he lingers in the hall watching his son excitedly tell you the time he got to observe a pack of scalewolves up close, well as close as Dagda allowed anyway. âYou always come back with such exciting stories.â You ruffle the boy's hair as you serve him breakfast. When your eyes catch his you smile at him in a way that makes him long to hold you close again. Motioning for him to join the two of you, you make him a plate as well. âOh good, I thought you wouldnât wake up before it was cold.â You laugh, placing a plate in front of him and your own across the table as you all sit together.
You three eat together chatting and laughing, from an outside perspective youâd look like an honest to goodness family.
~~~
Saying goodbye is the hardest part. Youâll go months feeling like two integral parts of you are missing. For the final night you always try to make it extra special. You cook a large meal. You encourage the two to perform their favorite song and dances for you, even allowing Custas to pull you in and help teach you some of his moves. Sometimes heâll even attempt a song on the roundlute himself while you and Dagda dance together.
This time you end up being the one to carry Custas to bed and tuck him in. You push wild strands out of his eyes and kiss his forehead before leaving the room.
Dagda pulls you to bed with him, taking his time unraveling you. Each touch, kiss, and slow rock of your bodies helping him show just how grateful he is to have these moments with you. He hopes you can feel his love through each action. He needs you to know that he holds you as dear to his heart as possible. Between you and Custas heâs rich in the only way that matters.
âAm I a horrible man?â He has an arm tucked around you, keeping you close to his chest. âYou could have an honest family by now. You wouldnât be lonely. Youâd be loved every waking hour, never worrying when your love would come home.â You can tell heâs been mulling it over the whole time heâs been here.
âThis is the only family I could ever want.â You whisper back, pulling him to your lips to help convince him. âIâm happy with you Dagda. Iâll be here waiting until you no longer return to me.â You reassure him. Watching the candlelight flicker against the deep tones of his skin.
âIâll always return.â He promises, pressing his forehead to yours, tilting your chin up so he can pull you into another long kiss. âWe will always come home to you.â He repeats the promise again.
When morning breaks he and Custas will depart again. There will be well wishes and stifled tears as you both try to save face in front of the boy. Maybe he can reconsider after their trip to Kalhn and return for the winter like youâd offered. He could find work in your village and contribute more to your home, maybe they could even stay longer. Heâs sure it wonât be hard to convince Custas, the boy already adores you. Maybe the two of you can even give him the proper childhood he deserves.
(Dagda my beloved! đ« I was so sad that not so many people voted for him lol. But I get it you guys havenât gotten to meet him and be charmed by him like I have! Heâs a good man Savannah!)
(Fluff, kissing, brief medical scare, non gender specific reader)
Being a Wise in Belâs condition can be taxing; meetings, entertaining, casting. Even if he sends his smoke sculptures in his place he is restless in his devotion. You love him for it, his constant joy with magic and his diligence to his duty as the Wise of Teachings. So when he does take a brief moment to relax you like to help him spend the moment well.
Right now youâre both in the baths, youâre helping him bathe in the warm waves, keeping him rested against your body as you take your time lathering his silver hair. âYouâre always so sweet to me.â He sighs, relaxing into your touch. You press a kiss to his forehead in response.
âYou make it easy.â You smile down at him. When youâre done ringing out his hair you move to slip deeper into the water, positioning Bel in your lap better so he can stay upright. âYou look like a siren.â You muse taking in his soft features. He chuckles at that cupping your cheek with his hand, little droplets of water wetting your skin.
âShould I take that as a compliment? Sirens arenât usually the hero of any story.â Returning his smile you take his hand in yours, pressing a kiss to his palm.
âI think Iâd let you drown me in exchange for a kiss.â You tease, he responds with a huff curling his arms around your shoulders to bring you close. With your faces nearly at the same level he whispers to you in his soft toned voice.
âYou can have as many as you want if you ask nicely.â His expression holds its own playfulness that makes you snicker.
âHm how dangerous, what if I donât ever want to stop?â You play along leaning even closer, your lips barely a few centimeters apart. Each breath is shared, the heat of the bath becoming an afterthought.
âThen youâll just have to stay here with me forever.â He hums, eyes slowly closing as he finally pressed his lips over yours. Your lips move slowly against his, an intimacy you can indulge in for an eternity. Your fingers link together under the water as your bodies hand off of one another. Running a hand up his back youâre careful to keep a feather light touch to not aggravate any sores. His hands hold your jaw softly keeping you as close as possible as he enjoys your attention.
Getting lost in each other was a little too easy and before you know it his weight is slumping into a bit more. At first you think nothing of it, his weight isnât anything you canât handle, but then you notice his lips slow in their eagerness and his breathing turn shallow. âBel?â You pull back concerned. His eyes cast low and his body sways, face flushed in a more concerning nature. âBel!â Your shout grasping his arms tighter so he doesnât slip away.
Youâre quick to pull him from the bath as carefully as you can with urgency. Pulling some bathing robes over the both of you as quickly as possible you immediately pick Iâm up in your arms and begin rushing toward the nearest guard. âHelp! The Wise! Heâs grown weak! Someone!â Your eyes prick with tears as you glance around the halls in desperation. âAnyone! Please! I need a healer!â You shout. Eventually one of Beldaruitâs nurses comes rushing around the corner. Youâre practically a sobbing mess when you hand your partner over.
âFollow quickly.â The nurse guides you back to Belâs chambers to start immediate treatment. As a witch yourself youâre stuck on the sideline as the nurse calls on others to assist. Your heart sinks with each passing send you canât hold his hand.
It takes most of the evening for Beldaruit to open his eyes again. Slowly blinking his vision clears enough to make out the draping fabrics above his bed. He calls your name in a weak scratchy voice. Youâre at his side in an instant. âBel!â You nearly sob eyes brimming with tears as you smile at him. He returns a weak smile of his own. His free hand youâre not grasping reaches over to brush away the tears as they spill over.
âIâm sorry to have worried youâŠâ his voice still strains. You hush him and shake your head.
âIâm sorry! I should have known better than to keep you in the bath so long.â Youâd been by his side for years, you feel awful that youâd forgotten a simple fact of his routine. âI worsened your breathing on top of that tooâŠâ your voice is watery as your hand shakes over his. He offers a small chuckle.
âOh please, I was enjoying myself. Donât fret, I will be fine.â He threads his fingers into your hand again. The last thing he wants is to worry you, or have you look at him like heâs made of the most fragile crystal. âKiss me again?â He asks simply, everything about his complexion tells you heâs still far from recovered but you canât deny his request.
Leaning in you place a light kiss over his lips, itâs a short one, youâre a bit scared to initiate anything close to a proper one at the moment. Beldaruit is having none of it though and immediately follows your lips. He leans up untangling your hands and pulls you in by your collar. He doesnât release you until he feels the kiss is sufficient enough, even going for another firm peck before laying back again. Taking both or your hands in his he looks into your eyes with a more steeled expression.
âDonât be afraid to touch me, I donât think I could take losing what little we already manage.â He huffs. Guilt tugs worse at your heart when you fully take in his words. Thatâs something youâd been so good about, treating Bel like the man he is rather than a frail patient needing to be looked after.
âIâm sorry.â You move or sit on the bed with him. âForgive me my arrogance oh Wise.â You press his fingers to your lips. He snorts at that, rolling his eyes. You chuckle in return leaning in to kiss him properly. You end up curling up in his blankets with him and pulling him to lay fully on top of you while you prop yourself up on his plush pillows.
âYou thought me a siren but you ended up being the one to take my breath away.â He muses chin resting on his arms. Pausing your fingers as they braid a few of his strands you fix him with a pointed look.
âYouâre not funny!â You gripe only to have Bel laughing in response. You canât help the smile that sneaks onto your face as you watch him enjoying himself. Breathing out a small laugh of your own you tuck some strands behind his ear. ââŠI love you.â
His grin grows as he tugs himself closer to steal another kiss. âI love you too.â
(Me @ Qifrey: youâre playin checkers, Iâm fuckinâ your dad.)
(Contains: Smut, fwb kind of relationship, rough sex, non gendered reader)
âOnce more.â Easthiesâ eyes are hard focused in a glare, clear frustration on his features. Heâs slowing down, breathing heavily from constant physical exertion. You twirl your staff casually looking almost bored.
âWe can go as many times as you want, youâre not going to beat me.â You donât even bat an eye when you block his next strike, using your own spear to lead his out of the way. Closing the gap you attempt an elbow check which he blocks this time, pushing you back and trying to sweep your legs with his weapon. You tisk as you jab your staffs end into the opening of his spearhead, stalling it completely and kicking him back.
âYour mind is clouded.â You glare down at him, kicking his spear to the side. âYour anger blinds your movements.â Heâs always been this way, filtering everything through a narrow lens. It stunts his growth as an individual and as a leader. Simple sparring will do him no good as he is now. Taking his shirt into your hand you yank him close keeping strict eye contact. âDonât waste my time with your petty fits Easthies.â Releasing him again you take your leave.
âDonât you think that was a bit harsh?â Utowin pipes up as soon as the door closes, heâs leaning on the wall just outside of it. You pass him a disinterested glance.
âIâm no harder on him than I should be. Wise Vinanna would have been harsher.â You hand over your spear to him, itâs his rather, borrowed for a moment's need. Youâd retired from the knights a long time ago, choosing a different path along your journey, but still Easthies insists on calling you often to spar like this. Bidding Utowin farewell you make your way back to your hall to continue your work.
When the day is over and you can rest again you dress down into a more lounging attire. Your robes are loose on your form and more of your skin bare to the elements. Staying in the great hall can be a bit stuffy at night. A quiet knock cuts through your comfortable moment sharply. Uncrossing your legs and placing your book down you go to answer, you already know exactly who it is.
Opening the door to reveal a stone faced Easties you motion him inside. Heâs still wearing his knights uniform but he is free of his cap and his hair is untied. His ink colored locks free to frame his face delicately. When he steps past you he takes a look around your quarters as if he hasnât seen it a million times. You watch him in turn, itâs silly how he always beats around the bush like this, denying himself easy joys. Taking a step forward you wrap your arms around him from behind. Hands slow and deliberate as the slip into his uniform and slowly undo each button.
He doesnât stop you, but you do notice how his shoulders untense. You remove his jacket with steady hands and toss it to the hopechest you keep near the door. Next comes his formal shirt buttons, each undone revealing smooth skin of a man not easily grazed by battle. Your lips grace the skin of his shoulder, your breath warm on the exposed skin. When you ease his shirt off he finally turns to you. His own hands push your robes wider on your shoulders until the fabric slips off easily. Your bare shoulders and chest exposed to his stern gaze.
You meet together in a heated kiss, one you share often after a good sparring session. Something about being rough with each other while fighting always seems to lead to this. Itâs been this way for years, maybe thatâs why heâs so insistent to keep you tethered. His firm body presses you against the door, his knee guiding itself between your legs to press against your sex roughly. You break the kiss in a gasp that is followed by a moan. Easthies is quick to swallow the sounds again pushing his tongue into your mouth.
This is the only time he can really dominate you, so you let him enjoy what little leeway youâll allow. Still youâre not one to at least put up a fight. Looping your fingers into his silky hair you tug it harshly at the base. He hisses into your mouth, eyes opening to glare at you. He returns your brazenness with a harsh hand clasping your jaw, pressing you more harshly to the wooden door. Deepening the kiss farther he barely leaves you any room to breathe.
His hands make quick work of undoing the last sachets of your robes and baring you to him completely. Firm callused fingers greedily move over your plush flesh, easily finding your more sensitive spots to tease. Another gasp and stumbled moans are his reward. Leaving your bruised lips behind he trails his mouth down your neck. âEasthiesâŠâ you moan into his ear. Your body feels like fire under his movements, hips rolling into his thigh involuntarily with each intense feeling of pleasure.
Moving his hands to your thighs he pulls them up easily, making you wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his hips so he can more easily move you to the bed. When he pushes you into your blankets you pull him along with you, moving your hands down to undo the last of his uniform. Impatiently tugging his pants down to free him. He makes himself busy leaving harsh bites across your shoulder and collarbone, you whine and jolt with each near skin breaking mark he leaves in his wake.
When heâs finally pulling back and guiding himself inside you, you can help the breath you hold along with the hissed moan that follows from the stretch. Heâs never gentle about it, you donât really want him to be. Each time youâre together itâs not about softness, itâs about a deep need you both crave to satisfy. He begins a rough breathtaking pace, further pressing you into your bed. Each harsh slap of his hips into yours makes your whole body arch and sway casing the older wood of your bed frame to creak under the strain.
Your hands find the skin of his back, nails racking across pale skin, leaving harsh red lines heâll curse you for later. Your moans come out rapidly and your call of his name slip out despite your better judgment. Please for more egging him on in bullying your sweet spot. He knows exactly where it is and how to use it against you. When he purposefully shifts his hips to pause the intense sparks from the constant you cry out and whine indignantly at him. âYouâre being an ass.â You glare at him trying to reposition your hips back to where you need him.
âDonât be so needy.â He bites back, eyes pinched in his own condescending look. He glares at you like heâd rather be anywhere else but you both know this is exactly where he wants to be. Your breaths come out labored and as you focus more on feeling each thrust, every vein that glides over your walls. You can feel your release building fast, you just need him to hit that same spot as before to get you there.
âHarder.â You breathe, âI need you Easthies, please!â You arch yourself into his thrusts hooking your legs tighter around him and trapping him to you. Feeling each pulse of your core and each tightening clench he can tell youâre closing in on your peak. Breathing in your scent he leans over you and raises your hips with him. Hiding his hands he presses your legs up closer to your chest and begins thrusting right into that spot exactly where you need him. âYes, yes yes! Donât stop!â You shout eyes closing tight and hands hanging on desperately to his forearms.
This moment is when Easthies can look at you with less frustration and anger, when he can leave it all behind and lose himself to the feeling of you. He watches you close, each keen and moan making his mid buzz with a feeling heâll never admit to. Before you open your eyes again heâs pulling you into another kiss, his tongue curling over yours and pinning it flat so he can overtake your mouth easier.
When he feels you construct him harshly and your walls pulse rapidly with your release he doesnât let up. Pulling away he leans back to hear every cry youâll give him. Working you through the intense feeling of your orgasm and taking in every sobbed moan and whisper of his name. He can feel himself nearing his own end, if heâd had time to prepare anything heâd do it inside but his desire was too strong when he came looking for you again. With a few more harsh thrusts he pulls out suddenly and fists hick cock quickly before cumming onto your stomach. He groans low through his teeth, eyes still trying to stay trained on your fucked out expression as he paints your skin. After he pulls away fully, allowing your legs to drop half hazardly off the edge of the bed.
âYouâre a mess.â He comments still catching his breath.
âWhose fault is that?â You sigh, still coming to from your high.
Itâs at this point he relents to his gentlemanly nature. Taking up your vapor bubble he uses it to clean your quickly bruising skin. In the moment he hasnât realized just how roughly he was gripping your skin. His eyes linger on every mark, his stomach twisting in guilt. He knows youâll deny any apology, you ask him to treat you this way. It helps keep you two grounded as individuals, helps your working lives continue separately with no distractions. Still he takes extra care in helping you rearrange yourself more comfortably before crawling under the blankets with you.
He takes up the book he left on your nightstand last time and opens it to his marked page. Your fingers lazily play with his longer locks as you also skim the pages. âYouâre such a nerd, who reads a history tome after sex?â You huff pressing your face into the bare skin of his stomach.
âI do.â He states boredly. âJust because you fail to see the importance of staying educated on our history does not mean itâs useless to all.â He hums, turning the page. You scoff loudly, puffing your cheeks and glaring up at him. He almost wants to tease you for the childish expression but instead slides his hand down to pinch the sensitive skin of your side. The following yelp makes him chuckle.
(I didnât proof read this sorry if itâs a bit eh. I donât actually care for Easthies much but I do think heâll get a nice character arc as the story continues. Wanted to give the reader a more dominating personality hope you like it)
âWhat, you don't like it?â Olruggioâs voice holds a level of teasing, heâs 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 youâre 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 didnât think youâd be this distraught about it.
âPlease grow it back.â You whine. This is so unnatural itâs unsettling. âOlly, I'm begging you. I like your facial hair.â You grip his robes dramatically tugging at the fabric. Olruggio canât 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. âOh thank the spirits.â You sigh like youâve just finished battling a beast twice your size.
âIs it really so off putting for me to be well rested and clean shaven?â He chuckles, placing the mask on his work desk. He canât deny your longing for his usual look is as flattering as it is concerning.
âYes!â You huff. âI love your rugged look. My Olly has a weathered charm.â 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.
âYou really know how to make a man feel loved, dove.â Olruggio presses a kiss to your adorably pouty lips.
~~~
Watching your partner work is something youâll never be tired of. His focused expression, the steady confidence of each stroke of the pen, and the cute way his brows knit when heâs 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. âIâm going to grab something to eat, want anything in particular?â 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 heâs 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 doesnât move to take a bite of the tart or sip the tea in a good while which you figure is because he hasnât noticed them with how enthralled he is in his work.
âOlruggio.â You call out to the man. His form just sticks to the arching over the desk in a way youâre sure is detrimental to his posture. âOlruggio of the Torch.â Your voice dips into a less honeyed tone, into something more stern. Your arms cross over your chest when he still doesnât 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 manâs 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. âDrink your tea Olly, donât have me tell you twice.â You point his pen at him and use it to direct him to his late night treat heâd 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 itâs gone.
âPlease try to take care of yourself a bit Olly, I want you around for a long time.â You hum leaning down to press your body into his back. He didnât 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 canât help but relent.
âOkay I hear you.â He says, leaning his head on yours.
~~~
âAre you sure you want to come with me? Itâs a long journey.â Olruggio asks while laying with you in bed. Youâre tucked into his side eyes resting but still awake.
âYes, for the third time, yes I want to come.â You sigh fingers idly playing with his night shirts fabric. âDo you not want me to join you?â Heâs asked so many times now you're starting to be a bit perturbed.
âNo I do, Iâd love it if you joined me, it's just-. Itâs not an exciting job, Iâm sure youâll be bored.â 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.
âNo time spent with you is boring.â 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 itâs 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.
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You were accompanying Olruggio, and the girls on a trip to town to stock up on some things. Unfortunately Qifrey isnât 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 heâs 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 itâs Agott trying to catch your attention.
âYes love?â You kneel to better hear her. You also notice sheâs trying to balance an awful lot of stuff in her arms.
âIt's getting late, Iâd like to get some more studying in before nightfall.â 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.
âOlly, weâll be heading back in a few minutes!â When he nods at you with a waive you turn back to take some of the things Agott is holding so she isnât so weighed down. You both chat as you wait for the other girls to gather, unaware of Olruggioâs gaze. Thereâs something about the scene that makes his heart feel lighter but he just canât quite connect it in his mind.
âDear, we shouldn't keep the nice witch. His family looks like theyâre waiting on him.â The villager's wife cuts into her husband's chatter, catching Ollyâs attention. The man grunts and apologizes. âSorry about that, got a little carried away, thatâs a cute kid you two have, looks just like you.â Hold on. Olruggio can feel the saliva in his mouth drying rapidly. âYes I had no idea you had a spouse, let alone a child, you must be very proud.â The villagerâs wife smiles as she links her arm with her husband.
Olruggio can feel his soul leaving his body. They think youâre 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.
âRight, I should be off.â 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.
âWhatâs got you so flustered?â You hum teasingly at your partner. Olruggio huffs with a low chuckle before looking at you with a wary expression.
âBe honest dove, Do you think I look old?â He asks in a pained tone of voice.
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