From the moment he is summoned in Chaldea to assist humanity’s last master, Arjuna ( Alter ), the culmination of the Indian pantheon and former opponent of said master knew what his purpose was.
He is a weapon against evil, nothing more and nothing less.
But…
“I know it’s not the same as back in your country, but I like to think my Japanese-style curry tastes pretty good. I made sure to make it extra spicy for you too!”
The god blinked at the tall pile of steaming curry rice placed in front of him, smelling the various aromatic spices and feeling the heat it gave off thanks to sheer amount of spice. Though he had no need to eat thanks to his divinity and also because he was a servant, the tantalizing aroma of the meal didn’t fail to tease his senses especially as you gazed up at him expectantly with those molten gold orbs of yours that shone and glittered like the finest of jewels. It also didn’t help that you unknowingly bat your lashes up at him as you pleaded with him through your gaze alone, the dark lush crescents emphasizing how even just a pair of eyes could hold unimaginable beauty.
You are breathtaking.
And that honestly scared him.
He, who had shed his mortal shell to embody almost every god in his respective pantheon, who had dedicated his existence to purging the world of evil, and now who’d found himself a servant to a master much more powerful than he or any servant was.
Though servants being attracted to their masters and relationships before formed between the two wasn’t anything new, Arjuna ( Alter ) of all servants felt that he himself would never be so imbecilic as to fall for his master…
And yet here he is.
Leaning forward as you’d taken it upon yourself to scoop up a spoonful of curry rice and feed it to him since he’d frozen up like a deer in headlights the moment you’d placed the treat in front of him.
“So...how does it taste? Is it spicy enough for you? Or maybe it needs more flavor? Or…?”
Normally you always wore a look of complete serenity, as if everything that has happened, is happening, and will happen was simply all part of your grand plan that no one is privy to aside from yourself...At least that’s how it looked to Arjuna and everyone else within Chaldea considering the inconceivable feats you so easily make into reality.
But now you’re gazing up at him, seemingly as harmless as a little lamb despite your ability to destroy entire worlds according to one of the other servants, Tathamet, who’d apparently been a blessed witness to all your feats before arriving in Chaldea. The primordial revered you as much as he feared you despite apparently being ‘ The Prime Evil, ’ further proof of your power.
Despite his understanding of mortal behavior having been eradicated when he decided to ascend, there is no denying the heat that seems to engulf his whole body as you sit so close to him, serving him as if he weren’t the servant within this relationship.
“...Good. It’s...perfect…” Though an invisible lump seems to have formed in his throat, the former Lost-Belt King manages to utter the words you’ve been waiting for so patiently.
He swallows when his eyes take notice of how visibly you perk up, the ear to ear grin and the slight wagging of the glittering silver tail behind you making his own deep blue tail move ever so slowly in response to your reactions.
“Great! I was afraid that you wouldn’t like it since it’s not really the same as what you’re used to but I tried my best…”
The bashful grin you grace him with only worsens the Berserker’s condition, his dark chocolate complexion seemingly gaining a reddish hue as he did his best to understand these confusing feelings you elicited from him.
Was this another facet of your limitless power? Or perhaps...was his body simply too weak to handle your sheer might even by just being in close proximity to you?
With the both of you off in your own world, most of the servants seem to have their gazes glued to the pair you made. Not that it was surprising, considering you were their venerated master and pretty much every servant and everyone else within Chaldea was sure you were some sort of eldritch being that came into existence and power long before any of the known gods and primordial entities did.
At this moment however, Arjuna’s thoughts have moved on from your undeniable strength and towards uncharted territory.
Namely...the reactions his physical body seems to be making in response to you.
Perhaps he should consult with someone more...adept with human emotions? Maybe it was about time he paid a visit to his brother, Karna...
He simply knocked at your door some days later after he’d digested his brother’s words, understanding for himself what his feelings meant before he made a move. So caught up in his own affairs, he didn’t notice how your natural scent seemed to become...spicier and almost cloyingly sweet until he’d fully entered your room only to be hit with your raw pheromones.
It all becomes a blur at that point, because the next thing Arjuna knows is that he’s pinning you down upon your bed in a full mating press, the entire length of his cock forcing your lower lips open as he sought to pour every drop of his potent seed into your fertile womb.
Though in human form, you were both very much in tune with your baser instincts and like any animal, there were certain times where your bodies went against your minds.
The combined scent of your sweat and other bodily fluids made the former god purr from his chest, especially as your body secreted pheromones that told him how happy you were for him to be the one mating you. How you looked forward to the brood you’ll bear for him once his seed takes root within your belly.
“Good mate…” He rasps, ragged breaths hitting the shell of your ear when he shoved every last inch of his cock inside, the heavy knot at the base slipping easily inside your velvety depths as he began painting your hungry cunt with rivulets of white.
Warnings: Alcohol usage, but Master is incapable of being drunk.
I am a huge fan of Attachment and I realized their servant lineup was exactly like the Master in Attachment and now I’m here crying abt it as I have angst flashbacks.
“Will you be mad if I left one day?”
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After hours was the best. No one questions what you would do because everyone had retreated back to their rooms, asleep, working, or even just staying up.
A perfect time for a knight to wallow in her thoughts and help herself with alcohol. No longer capable of intoxication, she could just drink and drink and drink until there was nothing left to wallow.
Truthfully, she shouldn’t do this. This is not her home. This is a military base, the bastion of the last of mankind. And she’s a stranger.
Well, not much of a stranger, considering she has three servants now under her. Obediently awaiting her command.
How she loathed how they would tell her to use them as she wishes. Not when they look anything but a weapon.
But who is she to talk? She’s a weapon in disguise, a rose with thorns that can kill.
She takes another swig. She never bothered getting a wine glass. Just went to the cafeteria, took a wine bottle, sat at a booth at the far corner of the cafeteria, popped it open, and drank.
“Master.”
“I’ll come to my room soon. I promise.”, she said in an upbeat tone without missing a beat. She’s played this game for so long it’s almost second nature to her.
“Master.”, a softer voice spoke behind her, muscular arms wrapped loosely around her shoulders.
“Did I worry you?”, she muttered, a hand reaching to caress the god’s arm. Her inquiry only got a hum from him.
“Drinking your thoughts away and yet you’re still thinking about others.”, she hears the jingle of metal and in her peripherals enter an ash blond man with pale skin and same ash blond shade for eyes. He stared at her indifferently, but his voice say otherwise.
“My woes is something I shouldn’t burden you with.”, the Master shook her head, “Besides, this is… very occasional.”, with that she takes a smaller swig, making sure she doesn’t tilt her head too far back or she might bump heads with her dear Berserker.
“I knew we shouldn’t have left you alone.”, the Avenger clicked his tongue in annoyance. He looked like his lancer counterpart, but held none of the reservation of the knight, especially towards their king; Fionn. Black pushed back hair, with a lock of wavy hair freely swaying out of place, red eyes and similar to his Lancer counterpart, what he wore was a black and red alternative to his green and black one. “Who dared hurt you, Master? We’ll punish them for even attempting to hurt you.”,
Their master looked up towards the Avenger, “Diar.”, she muttered, “Nobody did. I just wanted to drink.”
“Usually one drinks in glory. Yet, you drink in sadness.”, with that, the Avenger, Diarmuid, sat down. “What saddens you, master?”, he asks again, his eyes darkened in anger.
His master said nothing, but smiled. “Nothing has. Nobody has hurt me.”, her other hand reached for him, to which he extended his hand to take hers, caressing her smaller hand in his larger, calloused hand.
“Then tell us, little master.”, The ash blond haired man, Arthur Alter, Althur — as she called him in public to avoid confusion with his other self —leaned closer, “Why are you in the far corner of this dark cafeteria, at one in the morning, drinking one of the King of Heroes’ wine?”
The Master perked up, and looked at the brand, noticing it was indeed one of his favorite red wine brands, “Oh shit—“
“Concern yourself with the Archer later, master.”, Diarmuid sighs, “Please tell us.”
No escaping. It seems.
With that, she sighs, “I was thinking – processing – something.”, then she removes her hand caressing the Indian God’s arm to reach for the drink, but Althur was faster, swiping the bottle far from her reach. She stared up at her Saber, expecting him to be angry, but he was more concerned than anything, the slight raise of his eyebrows showed so.
“Would you like to talk about this over tea, master?”, The saber inquired.
With her drink out of reach, she just sighs,”I’d like that. Thank you, Arthur.”
The Saber just nods and walks towards the cupboards.
“I wonder.”, she muttered, and her two servants listened carefully. “When I leave, what will be of you three?”
“Master?”, The Berserker released his master from his hold, and began to hover above the table. “Are you leaving?”
“Leaving?”, Diarmuid snaps his head from her towards Arjuna, who stares back before turning back to her master. “Master, be truthful. Did someone threaten you?!”
“Diar, please.”, she chuckled lightly and pulled him close to her.
“I hear something about our master leaving. What is this about?”, Althur said, returning to the table with a tray of four cups, and a teapot, gently placing it down the table.
“I have to at some point. I can’t be in Chaldea forever.”, she muttered. “You all know, similar to you, we all don’t belong here – in this era, this timeline, this universe.”, she slowly explains, staring at the stream of tea flowing from the pot to the cup, “One day, my duty will call for me again, requiring me to take another role added atop my many personas.”, with that looks towards her servants, “When that day comes, would you forgive me, for leaving without notice, or would you despise me for abandoning you?”, Althur stops and places down the pot and stared at her in disbelief. “Especially you,”, she said to Diarmuid, “I had the misfortune of watching what made you an Avenger, and then in another timeline, become your Master replacing Kayneth El-Melloi in that same grail war. I know it was hard to accept, realizing your Master was a lady and you feared I would be affected by your curse.”
“No. I will not.”, Diarmuid said, stern and solid, the hand holding her was held tightly, but not tight enough to induce pain “You’ve shown me your kindness, your true self. You allowed me to serve you loyally. I will continue to do so until you retire me from being your knight.”
It was true, his other selves can attest so.
At first it was off-putting, seeing not only a woman with a massive mana pool, but also somewhat shared facial characteristics, to which she genuinely laughed at, (“My, it’s good to know this one’s beauty has been compared to yours, considering your genuine beauty.” “...” “Oh? Oh! Don’t worry, the trouble maker below your eye does not affect me at all. I have one too, see? Oh, Uhm, except this one isn’t cursed.”) and from there, the friendship grew. Until she became an official Master after summoning her first Servant, an Avenger Class. The outcome of what happened to him during a grail war almost three decades ago.
“I am Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. Expect none from me. I care not for the grail, I come to destroy it.”, The man standing on the FATE summoning system sneered. Lancer, who was watching outside the room, stared at the newcomer in shock.
The new Master hummed and nodded, “Very well, let’s start by making you stronger.”, with that, she approached the man with a smile, and extended her hand to him. “Worry not about being weak, I will support you until you have reached the roof of your abilities, as your Master.”
Arjuna arrived next, right after Ritsuka managed to clearing his Lostbelt, his curiosity led him to her – no matter how much he convinces himself that as a God, he is incapable to be Human – after she used half a bar of her magic reserves to shield her and Ritsuka from his Mahāpralaya.
“Servant. Berserker, Arjuna… My existence is to destroy evil… And all evils shall be judged…”, the servant spoke with a monotonous voice, then opened his eyes, his grayish-purple eyes stared at the Master. She withstood his Mahāpralaya, and survived. “You…”
“Welcome.”, the starry master greeted with a smile, while her Avenger remained standing, merely staring at the Berserker. The master then extends his hand for him to take. To which the former Lostbelt King said nothing, but he took it, and his floating form slowly followed where she pulled him as he stared at her in interest. The Master’s smile only grew.
Lastly was when the Saber Alter arrived in the picture. It was an anomaly that appeared, it was similar to Camelot. Ritsuka was still recovering from his recent mission and the other Master was more than willing to help. Mash, who is usually beside Ritsuka, decided to join and help. With Mash, Diarmuid, Merlin, Arthur, Arjuna and Fou alongside her. Usually it’d just be her, and her Alter servants, but with Mash, Merlin and Arthur having knowledge of Camelot, the two latter servants decided to join and help the new master.
The sight wasn’t the glorious, shining Camelot, but a dark and desolate one. It reeked of defeat and loss. Nobody left standing but the King. Even the Shining King of Knights stared at it in distraught. An image he never knew he'd get to see. Arriving at the gates of Camelot, animated armors readied their weapons to attack, but the master just raised her hands, signaling she wasn’t here to fight, and shook her head. One of the Armors then calmed and walked deeper in the castle, and the other merely blocked the way with one arm.
“That’s fine.”, she sighed, putting her hands down, “We can wait.”
“Master!”, the Avenger hissed as he approached her, “You’re surrendering to them?”
“No.”, she answered without missing a beat, “We’re here to fetch someone, and give them a better environment.”, the Avenger’s glare deepens at her choice.
“You mean…”, Mash’s eyes widened, “You want to recruit the Dark King?”
The Mage nods in confirmation, “His existence has likely been recorded, similarly to the female Saber Alter, but he himself doesn’t know this. This place—”, she stops, looking around, “— it’s empty. He is the foundation that holds this place together, without him, it collapses. His magic is the one animating these soldiers. He’s alone here, staring in the ruins, with no room to proceed.”, the Master then turns to the Shining King, “What’s the King’s verdict?”
“It is saddening, what remains.”, he said in grief, looking around, before turning back to her, “To give him another chance is your choice, however, it is indeed better than him having to wallow here in defeat.”, Arthur then turns to the Mage Flowers, “Isn’t that right, Merlin?”
The Caster smiles, “You truly have the heart of Gold, Mage of the Stars. Your kindness knows no bounds despite the tribulations of the world. Your judgment is sound and your reason is clear. I agree. I’m sure he’d like it if he saw the Round Table again, even if it isn’t his true Round Table.”
“Nonsense. It is our Round Table. We are one of the same, after all.”
“What if he kills you on the spot?”,
“Me? Be killed?”, she asked, a hand on her chest and a mock surprise on her face. “We both know you two won’t allow that.”
The sound of armor echoed, and the animated armor puts its arm down, both armors then extend a hand in, welcoming them.
“This is starting to look like a trap.”
“Then we’ll have to dig our way out of it, should that be the case.”
Sitting at the end of the room, the sword unsheathed in one hand, the other held the arm of the throne, however from the nicks of it, the king was gripping his throne too often. He did not move his head, but when his eyes moved she knew he was on alert.
The master sighed, and signaled them to stay, but remain on high alert, then she approached the throne alone. Calm rhythmical sounds of heels echo in the room, and it stops when she reaches the foot of the two step stairs towards the throne. The King’s eyes did not waver, this whole time, the two had been staring at the other without looking away. “No need to use your sword. King of Knights.”, she speaks up.
“I cannot leave”, she heard the Alter respond. “I am what keeps this world alive. Camelot has fallen, but if I stay standing, then it will not completely crumble.”
“But what is Camelot, without the people?”, she asked. “Camelot may be the fortress, but what is the fortress for?”
The King’s eyes glared, “Explain.”
“What I’m saying is, staying here doesn’t guarantee you everything. The fortress has fallen—“, she could see from the corner of her eye that her brigade flinched and prepared themselves for a fight when they saw hand on the blade tightened, making a soft jingle of metal, “— but to succeed isn’t linear, you will face a slope, a steep one, where you are one day a thriving nation, to the poorest in the century, the next. Start anew, King. Wallowing here will not change the outcome.”
“You speak like you know the trials of a King.”, the King glared even harder.
“I do, actually, I am well acquainted with having to suffer in failing people, to slowly being better and avoiding that mistake, life is the same, but is different for every individual.”, the king said nothing but kept watching as she approached the steps and further to the throne. “A king does not end from the remnants of its castle, but from its people, the people who believe in Camelot.”
The King’s hard stare softened, and he turned to look at the Servants behind her. A Shielder that wielded Galahad’s weapon, Merlin, a Lancer, Berserker and… another Him. The shining version of him, and his gaze hardens once more.
“Why are you so adamant?”
“Because this brings you nothing but suffering. A scene unfit for the King of Knights.”
The King huffs, turning his eyes to the side. “Your servants.”
“Calling my friends weak will tip you to a horrible side of me, king.”, the master hummed with a playful wave of her finger, and a smile on her face changing slightly.
“You never needed one.”, the King looked at her again, clarifying , “And yet you welcome them and help them grow.”
The Master nodded with an innocent tone, “To help has been my purpose.”
The king shook his head, “Your kindness will be the end of you, Mage of the Stars.”
“To be true to oneself in an ever-changing world is hard, but one must remember where they started, to be able to appreciate the path to the present.”
With that, the King closed his eyes and pondered. The room was filled with silence, the wind that whistled through broken glass, and the breathing of anticipation.
“You have won my favor.”, the King deduced. “I will serve you as the only servant you’ll—“, the Master raised a brow, to which the King closed his eyes and sighed deeply, and opened his eyes again, “— as a very well needed addition to your brigade.”, with that, the Master smiled once more, and turned to Mash, “Prepare the Rayshift!”
Mash sighed. A mission without a fight has been an impossible thought, but it seems the convincing Mage of the Stars made it a possible one.
“We’ve come so far. I don’t want you to think I’ve abandoned you, I promise if there was a way for me to bring you with me, I would but… you belong here.”
“How presumptuous.”, Althur huffed, sliding the cup of tea towards her, moving to sit beside her.
“I believe the Dark King is correct.”, Diarmuid hummed, his hand clenching her smaller one’s tightened a bit.
“We never belonged here.”, The former Lostbelt King said in an uninterested tone, a hand reaching for the starry Master’s navy blue hair, gently caressing her hair, to which she looked up at him in a confused look. He might look uninterested, but his voice meant meaning. “We always belonged with you. You who embraced us for us.”
“Only a master with great patience can understand us Alters. Even the blue Lancer Alter is more open to you than he is to Ritsuka.”
“I find a problem with that, considering I’m not his Cu’s Master.”, she said with a frown.
“Worry not about it.”, Althur inches closer, and puts a gloveless hand on her back, “He will come to us, when he chooses to. Now, drink your tea, it’s getting cold.”
The Master sighed, taking a sip of her tea, before putting it down, and pulled her three servants close, and they accepted, engulfing their master in a hug.
“For Alters, you sure know how to make me cry in a good way.”
Chuckles softly vibrated in their chests.
“No matter where fate leads us, we will follow you. Until the very end.”
Liked the last male lactation kink post w Emiya 💖 Anyway now I'm thinking about it with archer Arjuna any headcanons or ideas with him and that particular kink?
Oooh, I had to think about this for a bit.
Arjuna likes private settings above all
You are the only one who is allowed to see the real him ofcourse.
Prefers to have you on his lap, to hold you and cuddle with you.
You usually descent towards his chest after a long intense make out session
Your tongue warmed up and ready from coiling around his wet tongue.
He is a little bit more loud when you suck him just right.
Arjuna isn't one for praises or crude comments. Just the occasional comment.
"I see that you want all of me, better suck a little harder my dear master."
But he loves to pull you back up and kiss you before guiding you towards to the other neglected nipple.
It feels more intimate than overtly sexual with Arjuna.
There is a lot of exploring and touches done by both or your hands.
Fluff. Established relationships. So I can write the fluff.
For Valentines you gift your archer something unique.
You had bought your archer’s time, you had to in order to get him to come out with you. What you got him out to do was a simple look around for special gifts. You noticed he is wearing his purple outfit and styled up his hair. He looked so much older this way, he catches your stare on him.
“Master, is there something wrong?” You can almost see a slight smirk, he knows how he looks and tilts his head to the side enough. The brown of his eyes catch the light enough.
“U-uh you look nice today.” You stammer out looking at your feet. Arjuna takes one of your hands and leans in to press his face against yours in a loving gesture.
“Praise me more, you look lovely too.” You both wander to a few bazaar shops, you had seen something glimmer a day before, and hoped it is still there. Arjuna looks between a few food vendors for things that satisfy him needing a snack, while you observe the same glimmer that caught your eye before.
“Ah! Found it!” You look over a table of accessories, what caught your attention was a bracelet made of blue goldstone. When you pick it up it glitters like the night sky. It reminds you of Arjuna, a bit dark at times, but under the right light he truly shines.
You purchase it before he can find you, and the merchant is kind enough to specially wrap it for you. You soon feel arms wrap from behind you and a head pressed on top of yours.
“Find something?” Arjuna reaches for the small bag to peer in, and you playfully swat his hand off. You enjoy the playful side you get to see, only when it is you two and not in singularities.
“I did, for you, but you can’t see it yet.” You miss the pout he makes at the back of your head for swatting his hand away. He in turn favors taking your free hand and walks you both over to a place serving Indian cuisine, you indulge him sitting down for a milder version of curry compared to his usually spicy favorite.
You muse together over recent events, the spice of tea shared between you, to you catching slight loving stares from him. Arjuna splits a dessert naan with you, showing you how to eat it, and what pairs best with it.
After eating you find a quiet place that overlooks the city, finding the atmosphere what you are looking for as the sun had began to set. You sit in his lap on a bench and toy with Arjuna’s hands tracing your thumb over his palm, feeling the pulse points to wondering how he keeps his hands soft despite his bow use.
“Master, you seem interested in my hands again.” You tilt his left hand in yours up seeing him spread his fingers out to close over your hand. You trace the edge where the lighter skin of his palm is to the dark of his body is. You wonder if he’ll like the gift, so you tug out the small gift and place it in his palm.
“I like your hands since you use them to protect me so much.” Your archer rests his head in the crook of your neck.
“I do more than that with my hands. But what did you get me?” You playfully nudge him to open his gift. So he does, you watch his hands open the bag carefully but once he sees the bracelet, you miss seeing how his eyes light up at the stone beads.
“I thought of you when I saw it... How you’re so mysterious at most, deep and dark in other times, while the right light makes you glimmer just like this.” You feel your face burning as you speak. Arjuna slips the bracelet onto his left hand and in turn wraps his arms around you tight.
“You see me for as I am, you don’t shun my darkness, or shames I’ve committed. I love your gift. I’ll cherish it like I cherish you.” You turn enough for him to see you, and you share a kiss with him. Arjuna keeps your head still with a hand under your chin to deepen the kiss. When you pull back you see a faint dust on his face.
“I love you, my master.” You shift on his lap to face him better, another kiss much deeper, more passionate as his hands go into your hair.
“I love you too, my precious archer.” You earn a smile against your lips.
“Shall we retreat to our inn here? I’d like to show you my gratitude alot more open. The things I wish to do are not for public eye.” You nod to his wants feeling the need rise as the stray kisses get heavier between you two.
Kinktober 31: Arjuna | Archer x GN!Reader (Blindfold)
Rating: Mature
Words: 268
Warnings: None
You were disoriented, nervous. Arjuna's hands moved fast, doing nothing besides caressing every inch of your body.
It was tortuous.
Sometimes he would stop touching you for a while, waiting until you became impatient. He would even walk away from you and pretend he left the room just to tease you. It made you want to take of the piece of cloth covering your eyes, but you tried to remain calm.
You shivered when Arjuna kissed your neck, he decided to stop using his hands and replace them with his mouth.
You tried to touch him, but he grabbed your wrist, carefully.
"This is not what we agreed to, Master."
"I'm tired of waiting."
“You should have thought about that before, master.”
“Arjuna, please…”
The archer ignored your pleas, continuing were he left it. Maybe if you could see his face you could convince him easily. Probably the desperate look on your face would be enough incentive?
Then again, if that was the case you would have gotten what you wanted long time ago.
Arjuna's lips traveled down your navel, really close to your core, but never reaching it.
You tried to give another shot.
Blindly, just by pure guessing, you managed to grab his hair and pull it firmly. He gasped, it was such a beautiful sound it made you smile with pure joy. He wasn't expecting that, but he didn't complain. You wanted control? Fine, he wouldn't make it easy for you thought; he wouldn't even bother to take of the blindfold of your eyes.
How about some little snippets with what ever fate characters you think would be into a partner crying when they feel so much pleasure during sexy times? Thank you!!
I didn’t put Gil in here because he’s going to be in another request but he would totally count here too!
Warnings: Overstimulation, Reader Crying, Crying During Sex, Implied Power Difference (Dom/Sub but not necessarily called that),
Oyzmandias:
“Are you finished already?” The pharaoh’s voice is amused, smirking above you. You choke back a sob, trying to stop the tears from streaming down your face. You try to shake your head but all that comes out is another moan, your body shuddering from pleasure turned pain.
You know that he’s teasing you on purpose. Ozy hums, rolling his hips and pushing himself as deep as he’ll go. You whimper loudly, arching your back and pushing your hips closer, even as your arms are held high above you. He laughs, half mocking and half fond as his hands go to play with your nipples.
“Are you sure you can handle me? You’re already a mess.” You huff at him and roll your hips again, eyes still misty. He leans down and kisses you hard, hips beginning to set a bruising pace. This is the third time he’s stopped and started, and you think you might just die.
You cum so hard that it hurts, more tears streaming down your face. Ozy groans loudly, eyes locked on your face. You think he says something about how good you look but you’re not paying attention because he’s cumming and you’re following again. You know that you’re a mess but it’s worth it to have your pharaoh all to yourself.
Leonardo Da Vinci (Caster):
You feel like your whole body shaking, clenching around the vibrator inside of you. You can feel the vibrations in your throat, moaning around the cock in your mouth. Da Vinci moans above you, nails dragging over your chest to rub against you.
“Oh that feels so good.” Her voice is a low purr, eyes locked on your face and gently rolls her hips. You feel so full and it’s intoxicating, especially when you gag against her and the vibrator buzzes faster. The remote is in her hands and she’s been less than merciful. You wail as she turns it down again, one of her hands tangling into your hair.
“Now now, don’t cry.” You hadn’t even realized you were crying until she pointed it out, face going hot in embarrassment. Da Vinci meets your eyes and laughs a little, giving your head a tug. “Once you get me off I’ll let you cum, ok?” You don’t want to believe her; she’s said that already but you want to cum so bad.
She grins as you begin to move, hips bucking and face tilting back to take her in deeper. She groans and turns the vibrator up, deciding to let you cum for real this time. As long as you keep those tears in your eyes, she’s going to get there sooner than later.
Arjuna (Archer):
You want to say that he doesn’t know what he’s doing but you know better than that. Arjuna’s head is between your legs, fingers kneading and pinching your thighs as he brings you to the edge over and over again. You can’t tell if he’s mad or just so focused on you that he’s losing sense of time.
“A-Arjuna.” Your voice is broken now, fingers tugging on his hair but it doesn’t feel coordinated. You feel like a puppet with jerky strings and it’s hard to focus on anything other than his mouth. He hums, pulling away just enough to meet your eyes. You see his face change as he takes you in, face covered in tears and eyes blown.
He doesn’t say anything as he comes up to kiss you, mouth wet and hot against your own. You moan, half in relief and half in protest as your body is left throbbing and sore. Arjuna’s mouth is harsh, not stopping until you’re whimpering and shaking against him. He holds your legs open wide, pushing them towards your shoulders.
“I want you all to myself.” His voice is low in your ear, your mouth falling open as he slowly pushes into you. More tears run down your cheeks and he groans, kissing the streaks. “I never want to let you go.”
You don’t get a chance to respond before he’s pounding into you, teeth sinking into your neck and pinning you to the bed. Your noises fill the room and it only seems to spur him on, Arjuna moaning and groaning lowly into your skin. You know for a fact that you’re going to get more than a little relief tonight and you don’t know if that’s a comfort or not.
Hi!!! Could I ask for #17 on the touching prompts list for Arjuna please!!!! Also, built-in fun question but if any of your favs could get a summer alt this year who would you want it to be!!! Thank you so so much Jess 💖
pairing: arjuna (fgo) x gn!reader
words: 254
warnings: hurt/comfort
prompt: holding the other’s chin up
a/n: yes of course ellie! and hmm... well, since leonidas got one i can’t say him so i’m gonna say hrid! let him have a vacation please!!
“Master?” Arjuna kneels next to you, concern etched on his face clear as day. “Are you... alright...?”
He’s found you in a moment of weakness. You had thought that no one was nearby, and that you could weep in peace. But your trusted Servant had found you - of course he had.
Somehow, he always showed up when you needed him most.
Maybe it’s because you’re so similar.
You have the fate of the world literally on your shoulders, and Arjuna was regarded as being perfect. But that facade can’t last forward, and it always comes crashing down.
He’s found you in one of those moments and you can’t bring yourself to reply.
“Master...” Arjuna places his hand on your chin, gently lifting it so you would have no choice but to look at him. “Please, do not weep so...” he says, your sorrow reflected in his eyes. He knew intimately what you felt like right now - you could tell. “What can I do to ease your burden?”
Maybe it’s the way he doesn’t ask you for anything other than to tell him how to help, or the fact that you know that he knows what you’re going through, or at the very least he feels like he does.
You cling to him, murmur a quiet plea to not be left alone, and as Arjuna sits with you and wraps his arms around you and lets you bawl until you have no tears left, you realize how nice it is to have someone who understands.
