𐂥 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 · · · the value of your life depends on the value of his words, and that is the only certainty in this world, though the meanders of his decisions are as serpentine as the ones of a river. what he wishes to say, he says. what he wants to see, he sees. but a fool he would be if he did not treasure what others dreamt of owning — you.
𐂥 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 · · · set in semi-canon semi-realistic period of his rule in uruk, depending on the source, so perhaps historical au (???), hurt/comfort if you squint, misogyny, objectification, vague mentions of an attempted sexual assault (not by gilgamesh, but he is a bit mean and mocking despite comforting you), threatening women to humiliate their husbands, sort of exhibitionism, softer approach in the later part of the fic, he does care for you and his people — he’s just very harsh lol
𐂥 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 · · · i promise this is a very tame fic!!! it’s just… intense. like he is. the title comes from his gift of clairvoyance “the omniscient omnipotent star” (sha naqba imuru). there’s genuinely no smut or any explicit descriptions, but there are subtle implications. thank you and please enjoy! btw the divider is a line from the original inscription of the epic!
The summoning comes like a thunder from the sunlit heavens, a call sent through the scorching wind running along the corridors of the palace.
Some may say that the word of what happened to you has reached King Gilgamesh himself; some would guess it was Siduri or another priestess. But anyone who had the chance to meet him in person knows that just one look into his eyes, carnelian, blood in colour, reveals to him all the hidden truths. One-third human and two-thirds god, no insolence passes by in his kingdom unnoticed, like a prey hunted by those very eyes.
You are whisked away from the courtyard by silent attendants, your robe hastily adjusted over the sticky imprints pulsing with disgust on your skin, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs — a mix of dread and fragile hope, a confusion of scenes transpiring too quickly.
What will the King of Heroes decree? Will he see you as sullied goods, unworthy of his divine gaze, or something entirely else?
The thought coils in your mind like smoke from a brazier, for you are no one, really, maybe but a vessel for the gods’ whispers if you try hard enough at the temple — like everyone else, you still bend to his will.
In the throne room, you dare not look up from the floor, following veins of lapis cutting through the stone that mimic the rivers of Sumer. The guards, these wretched dogs, stand assembled before the dais, their bodies glinting dully from perspiration from the afternoon heat (and you know that also from the interrupted game only they would’ve enjoyed), faces pale and slick with the sweat of impending judgement.
Before you can even cling to Siduri, your mentor and the current head priestess of one of the temples, you are positioned at Gilgamesh’s side, brought despite reluctance, close enough to feel the warmth emanating from his perfectly proportioned body, like the sun’s own fire veiled in flesh. No wonder priests call him the very personification of Shamash’s seed.
Your heart is but a wild bird trapped in your chest; he could have cast you aside like a cracked bowl, replacing you with any untouched maiden from the temple groves or a silken courtesan from the hanging gardens. Yet here you stand, in his shadow, your body still humming with the memory of rough hands that dared trespass, not far, which is all, merely, you can be thankful for.
Without preamble, his arm snakes around your waist, other fingers clamping your arm. The world tilts as he yanks the folds of your robe downward in one fluid motion, exposing your breasts. The linen whispers against your skin like a lover’s sigh turned cruel, falling away to bare the soft curves, the same ones that the guards tried to possess.
You gasp, cheeks burning with a shame that floods your body like the inundation of the river; the faint scent of labdanum from your morning bath now mingled with fear and sweat.
Oh, merciful gods, why this public unveiling?
“Look upon her, you mongrels!” Gilgamesh’s voice booms forth, laced with the arrogance of one who views the world as his birthright, forcing the guards’ gazes upward. His crimson eyes pierce like bloodied spears anytime someone dares to move.
The men flinch, confronted with the sight of your half-naked body — the soft flesh yielding under his grasp, pliable, and the faint tremor in your breath that betrays your doubt. Their discomfort is palpable, their earlier courage crumbling like dried clay or burnt incense ash.
What will Siduri think of all that? Your thoughts reel, tumbling like scattered offerings. It is utter mortification, your silhouette reduced to a spectacle before men who sought to claim you, and you’re too afraid to even search for the only pair of eyes that could bring you comfort now, any of the fellow priestesses now hiding in the shadows of the columns.
But Gilgamesh has not discarded you.
You are his, after all, a possession in the king’s vast treasury, and that knowledge wraps around your humiliation like a silken cord, binding gratitude to the sting of objectification.
“You have dared to lay hands upon what is mine,” he snarls, his irises narrowing, each word dripping disdain of a demigod for lesser beings.
His hand gestures dismissively, golden rings catching the light like captured stars, then descends with a sharp smack upon your bare breast. The impact blooms fire across your skin, a stinging heat that radiates inward. You bite your lip to stifle a cry, futile, and you still whimper like a wounded animal, tasting tears of your own restraint and embarrassment.
Exposed, marked, utterly owned. But that’s different from being at the mercy of those crude guards.
This is his way of bringing justice forth, raw and brutal.
Your mind pleads for the earth to swallow you whole, the shame spilling from within in the form of salty droplets. But he has chosen to intervene, to pull you from the jaws of violation, even if his methods strip you bare in body and spirit.
A different kind of asserting dominance.
The guards shift uneasily, their eyes darting to the floor, cheeks flushing with the guilt of witnessing their king claim what they coveted — his fingers cupping the swell of your breast with an intentional possessiveness, a confusing tangle of degradation and divine favour.
“Avert your eyes no longer!” His words cut through the air like blades. “Earlier, you circled her like starved beasts, seeking to intimidate my possession — my priestess. You dogs, thought to soil my treasure with your unworthy grasp? To waste her prospects on the rut of lowly mutts? Face the humiliation you have wrought upon yourselves, for in touching what belongs to me, you have invited my wrath!”
You feel a cursed sort of relief that he has named you his, even as the exposure leaves you not your own person, your mind melting in gratitude laced with the erotic undercurrent of his authority, your body burning away the disgust from the guards’ earlier behaviour.
“Mark this well, mongrels,” Gilgamesh continues, eyes sweeping over them like a scythe through ripe barley. “The next trespass shall demand a fiercer approach. You will summon your wives before me and bear witness as I claim them, gifting them with the seed of a demigod, siring heirs that eclipse your own spawn. No longer shall your lineage fester in the shadows, ha! I will supplant it utterly, leaving you to mourn upon the fruits that take over your bloodline!”
How your skin prickles at the image he conjures, how you battle the tempest in your chest, how you want to fall to your knees and beg him not to involve others, not other women, not hurt them over their husbands’ wrongdoings, but you only shudder in his grip like a withered desert rose.
Mercy, great gods, have mercy, and teach the great king how to use it!
The gathered crowd recoils as if scorched; courtiers and attendants press against the walls, fingers grazing the columns like roots digging into the ground. The women, especially — priestesses with their hennaed hands clasped over amulets of lapis and carnelian — shrink back most keenly, their eyes wide with dread.
“My king, I—” you start, but a mere whisper, but your voice dies in your throat.
“Begone from my sight, and let this lesson carve itself into your marrow,” Gilgamesh says to all, ignoring the way you clutch to his arm. “The rest of you return to your labours. This spectacle ends.”
With a disdainful flick of his wrist, golden bracelets clinking like temple chimes, he dismisses the guards who slink away like whipped jackals. The crowd disperses in a murmur of hurried steps and rustling garments; the chamber empties like a river receding from flood.
Then his eyes lock upon you. “Veil your dignity first and wait near my chambers.”
“Y-yes, my king, as you wish…”
(Only yes, yes, yes, so insistent that you doubt if there’s anything else to your voice, any other quality that it could be used for.)
You clutch the fallen folds of your robe, drawing it tight across your chest as if you wish to make sure this time no one pulls it down from you; the remnants of grace, scattered like little beads and crystals, come back and line your muscles, every tiny movement regaining your usual pace and rhythm.
The corridor swallows you as you flee the throne room, bare feet slapping against warm tiles inlaid with tiny stars that gleam under torchlight. Servants part before you, eyes averted, whispers dying on their lips as if your haste carried the king’s own blaze.
You know you cannot face him in a state like that, for you must bathe first. Just fortunate for you, near his chamber is an adjacent one with bathing supplies. You take fine sand in your hands, brush away all sweat and anything disgraceful from your skin; it feels harsh, not scraping you, but enough to make you burn a little.
Busy, locked in the palace of your own mind, you don’t even notice Gilgamesh entering the room in the meantime and observing you from under the columns. He watches, still as stone, the crimson of his eyes tracking each sweep of your hands across your skin, each desperate attempt to scrub away the shame that clings tighter than any dust.
He comes closer, footsteps silent despite his stature, and dips the cloth in the bowl with water. For a moment — brief, almost grudging, as if his hands move against the very nature of his divine blood — he washes specs of sand from your shoulder, the touch neither gentle nor harsh, simply there. He would never lower himself so far as to bathe you or anyone else, never demean his station by playing servant to mortal flesh, but that single gesture is enough to make you understand something you hadn’t dared hope for. That he cares, in whatever strange, twisted manner befits a king who acknowledges no equals. But before you can melt into that gossamer compassion, before you can lean into the unexpected warmth of it, he tosses the cloth into your open palms with a flick of his wrist.
“Do it yourself,” he commands. “You are an independent adult. Never again rely on me for what you can accomplish with your own two hands.”
(Isn’t he the one who moved first before you could even realise?)
“Yes, my king. Of course…!”
Yet he remains, lets his fingers rub oil into your neck, applies perfume that immediately takes over your senses, thick like syrup, something akin to balsam and rose clinging to your throat with every breath. You feel guilt bloom fresh in your chest, a different kind now — not worthy of his attention, dirty and soiled despite being clean again, despite the sand washed away and the sweat scrubbed from every limb. How could you possibly face Siduri or even dream of standing right next to her as one of the main messengers between the gods and the people? And then there’s the king, the golden one, higher in position than anybody else, proud above all, now expecting you to follow with the conversation when all you’d rather ask of him is to bury you underground, not touch you.
“My king, that’s—”
“Still valuable,” he interrupts, his voice an absolute certainty that brooks no argument. “I would be a mere idiot, no better than those dogs who pawed at you, if I wasted a lovely being such as yourself.”
“But your speech…” you venture, the protest weak on your tongue. Your behaviour, too, you wish to add, but bite your tongue in time. Treating you like his possession (which you are, you cannot deny), the sensation of his palm against your breast not quite gone, now deeper than a surface contact on your skin, seeping inside.
“An amplified performance, if anything,” he says, circling around to face you properly now, those inhuman eyes boring into yours like a snake approaching an unsuspecting bird. “And you had better learn the ways of it if you wish to take over the duties of the head priestesses one day. I do not tolerate what is average; I do not suffer what is mediocre. I scold because you can be better. Because you must be better, if you are to serve me.”
You nod, gathering what remains of your composure. You beg silently, you pray that your mind plays foul tricks on you, that he doesn’t mean what you normally would assume hearing a man talk to you in such a way. The robe clings to your body where it drank rivulets of poured water, wee uncomfortable around the seams, but you refuse to adjust it. Any movement might shatter this peculiar equilibrium, and you dare not do anything that wasn’t explicitly asked of you.
Gilgamesh rolls his eyes, a gesture so profoundly human it startles you more than his divinity ever has.
“Stop that,” he commands, gesturing at your rigid posture. “Your spine will crack if you hold yourself any tighter. Relax.”
“My king, I—”
“I will not expect from you any close company when you’re still shaken by the beastly behaviour of those mongrels,” he says, settling himself upon a low cushion with the casual authority of one accustomed to being obeyed. “Your nerves are frayed like old hemp. It would be pointless.”
You exhale slowly, attempting to soften your shoulders, though the effort feels absurd under his gaze. The tension merely shifts rather than dissolves, pooling instead in your chest where your heart still flutters in an uneven rhythm, where the ghost of his hand still remains.
“My king, in the throne room... your threats to those men’s wives...” Your voice trails off, barely above a whisper. The words taste like soiled copper on your tongue.
“What of them?” He doesn’t even glance your way, examining his golden rings with apparent disinterest, mocking you.
“Did you... did you mean it?”
“I already told you. A performance.” He waves his hand dismissively. “Amplified for effect. Do you think I waste my divine seed on mongrels’ mates?”
You should feel relief. You do feel relief, but it mingles with something you cannot digest. The stories surface unbidden in your mind — events from years past when the king walked through Uruk like a lion among sheep, taking what he pleased, crushing resistance beneath his heel. Before Siduri. Before Enkidu. Before whatever changed in him softened certain edges whilst sharpening others.
A shudder runs through you despite the warm air.
His eyes snap to yours, that maroon gaze missing nothing. “You doubt my word.”
It’s not a question.
You shake your head frantically, but tears already prick at your eyes, hot and shameful.
“Please, my king, I only—” Your voice breaks. “I beg you, don’t frighten those women for what their husbands attempted. They’ve done nothing wrong.”
“And why,” Gilgamesh leans forward slightly, eyebrow arched in something between curiosity and challenge, “should I listen to your pleas? What claim do you possess that grants you the authority to question my judgement?”
Your gaze drops below your knees. “I have none, my king. I am nothing. But they—”
“They suffer punishment enough by binding themselves to such vermin,” he interrupts. “Had they possessed any sense, they would have requested an audience, demanded I save them from marriages to dogs masquerading as men.”
The argument rises to your lips before you can stop it — that most fear him too much to hope for such clemency, that approaching a demigod with complaints about their husbands seems as futile as asking the Euphrates to flow backwards. But you swallow the sharp words, reshape them into something gentler.
“They... many believe you unreachable, my king. Too far above mortal concerns to—”
“Then they are fools as well as victims.” He interrupts you again. It’s frustrating. “Though I note you’ve still not answered my actual question.”
You blink, confused.
“Why do you care more about the fate of women you’ve never met than about proper punishment for the men who attempted to violate you?” His head tilts, studying you like a scholar examining cuneiform. “They circled you like jackals. Touched what they had no right to touch. Terrified you. And yet you kneel here weeping for their wives instead of demanding their blood.”
You realise you have no answer that won’t sound either foolish or condemning; the question hangs above your head like the sun burning strong enough to split stones into valleys, too heavy for you to rationalise. It’s just a deeper kind of fear, something unfair and unjust that simply works in this world when it shouldn’t.
“I can give you the means to get rid of them,” he offers, his voice dropping into something almost conspiratorial.
You eye him in shock, the words catching in your throat. Get rid of them? The meaning crystallises slowly, horrifyingly clear. Your mouth opens. Closes. No sound emerges.
“What troubles you?” His crimson eyes narrow with what might be amusement.
“I—” Your voice cracks like dried mud. “My king, I do not wish to— that is, I could never ask you to—”
You cannot finish. Cannot even voice the thought of death, of those men’s bodies cooling in the city’s grounds, of their families wailing. Your hands curl into fists at your sides.
“You fear I would execute them for their transgression?” He tilts his head, studying you as one might examine a curious artifact. “That I would paint the stones with their blood simply because they dared lay hands upon what is mine?”
The words blur together. Yes. No. Both. Your mouth opens and closes uselessly. Again. You’re stuck, unable to escape, unable to decide, the pressure coming from all sides like it’s possible to crack your head open just from stress.
Gilgamesh laughs, rich and entirely without mercy. “This was but a jest, priestess. A mere amusement at your expense.”
The relief does not come this time. Instead, it pools uneasily in your belly, mixing with the lingering dread. A jest! He was testing you, toying with your hysteria like a child with an insect. You nod because nodding requires nothing of you, no words that might further entangle you in the web of his caprice.
“Though,” he continues, crossing arms in front of his chest with fluid grace, “do not mistake my restraint for weakness. Should they attempt such trespass again, I would not hesitate. The guards exist to serve order, not to disturb it. Their usefulness ends the moment they become a liability.”
Your hands remain clasped before you, tingling from how hard you squeeze your fingers. You understand now that his mercy is not kindness but calculation — that you live and breathe at his sufferance, that your worth fluctuates with his mood as surely as the Euphrates rises and falls with the seasons.
“You will remain here tonight,” he says.
“My king, I could never!”
“Ha! Now you’re disobeying me? Over something like that?” He’s genuinely entertained, chuckling under his breath. “Here is the safest place in all Uruk. Sleep if you can, for I know you wouldn’t be able to do so anywhere else.”
You swallow hard, the protest dying before it fully forms. He’s right, of course, of course he is — the thought of returning to your quarters, of lying in darkness wondering if those guards might return emboldened by drink or spite, sends thunder through your veins. Your fingers twist in the damp linen of your robe.
“I understand, my king.”
“Good.” He gestures towards the far corner where thick cushions line the wall, lavish things embroidered with golden thread that catches the lamplight. “There. Not the floor like some common slave.”
You move carefully, aware of his gaze tracking your movements. The cushions yield beneath you as you sink down, softer than anything you’ve ever touched. Gilgamesh reclines on his own bed across the chamber, propping himself on one elbow. He doesn’t dismiss you or turn away. Simply watches, those crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dimness like embers.
“You’re still trembling.”
You press your palms flat against your thighs, willing the shaking to stop.
“I apologise! I—”
“Stop apologising.” His voice, tired, almost an exhale, cuts through your stammering. “It’s tedious…”
Silence falls, heavy and strange, a bile in your throat, an ache behind your eyelids. You focus on the rise and fall of your own breathing, on the sounds of the palace settling for the night — steps in far corridors, the low murmur of guards changing watch, distant songs and chatter of the city still awake in the warm light of torches and braziers. Anything but the consequence of his attention. And he is staring, right into your soul, piercing through your heart, luring your gaze to meet him despite your utmost wish to bury yourself under the pillows and shawls.
“They didn’t succeed,” he says suddenly, startling you. “In whatever they intended.”
Your throat tightens. “No, my king.”
“Then you remain untouched. Whole.” He shifts, the movement sending shadows dancing across the walls. “What occurred was an attempt. Nothing more. Do not grant them power over you by dwelling on what might have been.”
The words should comfort you. Oh, how you wish they could. Instead, they feel like an order, as if you could simply command your mind to still, your hands to stop shaking. But perhaps that’s exactly what he expects — absolute control, even over your own terror.
“Yes, my king.”
(Yes, yes, yes— for once, dear gods, let this word disappear!)
“Such a sickening thought to have other men occupy your thoughts more than my brilliance does.” You hear him laugh, soft and quiet, and it almost convinces you to raise your head, but he’s quick to notice your shifting attention. “Come here for a moment.”
Your legs obey before your mind catches up, carrying you across the chamber on unsteady feet. He doesn’t reach for you, simply watches as you approach, waiting to see if you’ll collapse or compose yourself. You stop at the edge of his bed, uncertain whether to kneel or stand.
“Sit,” he says, gesturing to the space beside him.
You settle carefully, the closeness overwhelming — the heat radiating from his body, his golden skin glowing faintly in the candlelight, unmarred and perfect in a way that reminds you he is not entirely of this world, but from somewhere unreachable.
“Your mind races like a startled hare,” he observes, reaching out to trace a single finger along your jawline, neither gentle nor harsh, but simply possessive. “It must be exhausting.”
“I—” You swallow hard. “I don’t know how to be otherwise, my king.”
“Then perhaps you should learn. The head priestess position requires more pride than you currently possess. Fear serves no purpose here.”
“I will do my best. To not disappoint you. To… make sure you don’t have to exhaust your energy on farces below your status.”
“I do not require servitude born of fear. You need to understand the distinction between a fool’s obedience and one’s choice to serve.” His fingers now brush around your nape, where the perfume still clings to your skin. “The head priestess must counsel me, not merely execute my whims like a trained pet.”
Your breath catches. “My king, I’m not certain I’m capable of—”
“Neither am I,” he cuts in with the faintest curve to his mouth. “Prove yourself. Amuse me.”
His hand drops away, and you feel the loss of it like a physical ache. (It’s sickening how easily he bends you to his will — in one moment you’re frightened, in the next leaning towards his touch.)
“Go to sleep now,” he says, settling back against his pillows as if the conversation has concluded.
You remain motionless, uncertain whether to stay or retreat to your cushions.
“Did I stutter?” His eyes snap open, that crimson gaze pinning you in place. “Move.”
(As declared earlier, he does not need you in his bed tonight. A blessing, as rough and cold as it is in its meaning, but for that dismissal, you can be more than grateful.)
You scramble back to your corner, pulling cushions around yourself like a fortress. Your heart pounds against your ribs, though whether from fear or something else entirely, you cannot say. You curl onto your side, drawing your knees up slightly, too sensitive to every tiny sound and move he makes across the chamber, and you wonder how one can possess such even breath while bearing in one’s hands the destiny of so many people, dealing with the annoyance of such lowly creatures as yourself, unable to even fathom the vastness of his confidence.
Sleep feels impossible, yet exhaustion pulls at you like an undertow.
(And you do not want to disappoint him any more than you already did…)
Since I wrote about yandere Gilgamesh I decided to write about his much more tsundere side that we see in Grand order and CCC.
Gilgamesh x master reader
So if you are his master it can go two ways.
If you are a man he might be a bit harsher with you but as long as you are interesting he will respect you.
If you are a woman he is much more gentle in his touches.He still thinks you are better than him and expects you to woship him but when it comes to physical intimacy he is gentler.
He is also shown to be incredibly loyal to his female masters aka Female Hakuno.He is also loyal to his male master as well but a lot more towards the female one.
He loves touching his partner not just in sexual way but also hugs,which he denies but he knows better.
When you give him gifts he blushes like a schoolgirl in a teenage romance movie.
He loves dressing up his partner like a doll.You want something cheap?Fuck no you are getting everything custom made.
He let's you lay on his chest while he sleeps.
When you order him to go and fight a certain servant he does so,although he fake complains to maintain his ego.
If anyone dares to hurt his master his yandere side shows up.He does not tolerate that.The person is gone within seconds.
His partner is a part of his treasury how dares some filthy mongrel lay their hand on you?
Hiii, hru?? this is my first time requesting on page, but I wanted to ask if you could write NSFW headcanons for Fgo shinsengumi members? Please and thank you! Also I love your writing ❤️
❥︎ not proof-read; gender-neutral reader; descriptions of getting together is included for some fluff before jumping right into it(aftercare included); floof is mandatory here; here goes my readings of smut fanfics paying off lol; reader is the master; possible errors and ooc; slight play at humor in some parts; nsft; minors do not interact; established relationships; contains explicit content; xincerely-yours who? today it's sinfully-yours/j; included only the playable members; finished late into the night so please cut me some slack aaack (it's my first ahem 'intimate' content too 🌚); filthy. That's it. Absolutely no shame left; please skip right on ahead if you're not comfortable with such content!
ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇs: Hii! I've been a bit well these days with scoops of anxiety here and there, but otherwise I am fine (and I hope will continue to be totally fine in the coming days)! (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) Tysm for the request, I didn't expect to get any request for the Shinsengumi members so soon aaackk (or for fate series in general) (*´ω｀*) I love them a bunch! Ty for the kind words too, I'm happy to know that you're enjoying my writing! I apologize for taking a bit to do your request, but I sure do hope it's worth the wait! 🫶 (Also fun fact: my blog bio description is inspired off the Shinsengumi's motto about Sincerity, hihi. I initially opted for a Shinsengumi theme but settled for my current one instead~) (I apologize for the long yapping, hehe.)
Again, MDNI (Minors do not interact). Please read at your own risk! (Content under the cut!)
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❀☾︎ 𝐎𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐣𝐢
❥︎ Okita herself never had any romantic experiences, and she says so herself. She becomes easily flustered at any topic revolving around the notion of love — so, what's more with the topic of intimacy? If her cheeks and ears were tinted pink, then this time, they'd reach down her neck, to the point the parts of her exposed skin could be mistaken as part of her pink hakama, should she be wearing it at the moment.
❥︎ But, of course, she's not completely opposed to the idea of love— that is, with someone who's willing to accept the parts of her having a bloody history in life, and in regards to her illness that carried onto her life as a servant. With how caring you've proved to your own servants, it would be of no surprise that Okita finds herself catching feelings for you in time.
❥︎ When you two actually got together, Okita is that one sunshine-filled lover. Cheery, Bright, Protective and Caring even with her coughing fits. When she gets too flustered even sometimes, she tends to cough up blood out of embarrassment but gets the extra response of being caught in your arms. (She just finds you that charming).
❥︎ When the topic of intimacy was first brought up between the two of you, Okita is most flustered about it, but doesn't deny she did also consider doing things beyond handholding, chaste kisses and warm embraces with you. She could only imagine how warm you would be, in such a state with her. So, she did agree in the end.
❥︎ Okita is inexperienced, initially sloppy but learns along the way. She mostly would allow you to take the lead, if you're up for it. But otherwise, does willingly try to act on her own will too based on the books she's tried reading off Nobunaga's shelves regarding erotic literature (shh, don't let her know about accessing the secret stash!).
❥︎ Okita would most prefer to be intimate with you, in bed. That way, she could stay focused only on you and within the warmth of the sheets. When it was your first time, Okita wasn't overly used to being touched naughtily, and is incredibly vocal through her moans and shivering.
❥︎ Gentleness isn't even out of the question, in regards to her health. At first, it was exactly that, not until Okita feels the peak of arousal and while she may appreciate your boundless care, she'd slowly ask if you could be more forward and rougher in your movements. She can handle you now, no pressure. She's not that delicate, so give it your all~
❥︎ Kisses! Okita loves to feel your warmth, not just with how your hands were interlocked with hers or how your hips would pounce/press against hers, but also through mixed breathing and the locking of lips. Her tastes are very much into the vanilla territory, yes.
❥︎ Okita would definitely be into oral too. The sensation of having to kiss, lick, massage or stuffing her mouth full of you from down there, just to feel how your seed would set course and be swallowed down her throat is much of an exquisite experience for her. She might as well find herself coughing less with it as it goes on, to the point she might as well seek more "mana" (wink wonk) from you from time to time. Choking on you, regardless of your body part down there, is one thing but being able to swallow your seed is the best thing~
❥︎ Kondo mentioned about Okita shoving fists into the mouth, as an expression to jest with his character. A joke between her and the Commander becomes one of an intimate scene between the two of you, when she's bashfully and heatedly licking off your release from her fingers, or— even licking your own, sounds fine too. Moreso if you're making her lick her own release off your fingers ;)
❥︎ When you do ask her to top, and if she's already gotten used to intimate sessions, Okita would be bashful but more than happy to bounce on you and grind your intimate parts together, cheeks flushed, breathing heavy, and with shared deep kisses that leaves a trail of saliva all over. She's adept at riding and humping (saber-class do have its perks, indeed).
❥︎ Okita would initially have low stamina but once she's used to it, she could last rounds after rounds of stimulated bliss. Her body would adjust for your whims and her own.
❥︎ Okita would most adore seeing you in a kimono or even a yukata! You'd definitely look so gorgeous in it, but even better—with it off. Once she's swallowed with more confidence, she might as well just show you how much of a capable captain she has been by taking the lead, teasing you about creasing your clothes before showing you how swift and skillful her hands are, with taking those off, as if she were unwrapping a present. She's one dedicated lover to her craft, mm?
❥︎ For aftercare, Okita is the cuddly type of lover. She'd wash up with you, or simply bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking, in each other's arms all the while whispering how amazing you are :>
❥︎ Dominant in the streets, submissive in the sheets. That's Okita for you. Vanilla-flavored that's abundant of sweetness and perhaps, creamy devoted touches ♡
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❀☾︎ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢
❥︎ Kondo Isami is one devoted man to his cause. Unwavering yet kind— anyone who meets him, ally or enemy, becomes enamoured with the charm he radiates. His charisma can win anyone over, with high respect. Kondo once was riddled with doubts and self-deprecation over his strife-filled life, and of all the failures and mistakes that came streaming down off his life, but in his new life as a servant, he did grow to find closure in it— in both his past companions, and...you.
❥︎ Contrary to his past beliefs in life, Kondo is more than open now to trying new things. He's open to consider and dabble in things once foreign to him, with the glee alike to that of a child. He's bound to find things that he'll find interest in, aside from swords. He initially didn't take lightly for interactions due to his failures in life that he takes deeply to the heart. But show him your own sincerity enough, he'll slowly show it wholeheartedly in return.
❥︎ In the topic of romance, Kondo isn't that much unaware in the field like Okita is, but he didn't dabble too much on it back in his lifetime due to his duties. But in this life, Kondo is open to changes which includes the notion of love. Once he realizes that he's fallen for someone (you), Kondo would initially deny it within himself as he's only firm with seeing you as his Lord and Master whom he's close with. But as it goes on, the more his yearning slowly becomes unbearable. He'd slowly start showing hints as proof of his sincere admiration of you, and when returned, Kondo makes for a wonderful and dedicated lover to you. You're another reason for him to use his blade for protection of the future that you're pointing him to, and of your heart that's been tempered with sincerity.
❥︎ When it comes to intimacy, Kondo is the composed kind of lover who does readily accept once you're actually sure about committing it to bed. You're in for a good time, sweetie ;) when this man loves, he loves greatly.
❥︎ Kondo has a low drive for intimacy. But when you do ask for it, he'd ease into getting into the mood for you.
❥︎ Kondo is a flexible man. You want him in his black swordsman form? Why not? You want him in his older form? Well, as long as he could be of use to you. His prime and current form? Whatever you say, dearest. He is at your command.
❥︎ Speaking of flexibility, Kondo is a Switch. Though, he does lean more into the dominant side. But otherwise, he is open to letting you take the lead, however you want. All he wishes was for his dear beloved master to be sated with his sincere love.
❥︎ Kondo may be slightly shy at first, but he makes for a good kisser, and you'd already be drowning in a dazed state of bliss to even notice the marks that he's already leaving down your neck. He handles you with great care, eager to serve your needs.
❥︎ Body-worshipping. Kondo adores kissing every nook and cranny of your skin, leaving none unexplored to his gaze and love-filled touches. He doesn't even need to spare effort in making you quiver with dirtier speech, when you already are writhing beneath his touch all the while whispering how amazing you felt to the touch ♡
❥︎ As a plus, Kondo usually loved to preach about values. He'd definitely do that in bed too, graze his lips over the tips of your ear, and preach about how beautiful you are and how you felt to the touch. Exactly like ASMR, yes.
❥︎ Maybe a bit of a crack thought, but this man would definitely be up for showing you his progress in the engr(l)ish language, hihi. Perhaps in his first ascension appearance or in general if brought up. He'd loom over your body, and flex to you how well he's been learning the foreign language lately~ He'd whisper in his japanese accent, soft and sensual yet ticklish to the skin, about how he'd lovingly ravish your body.
❥︎ He would mostly treat you with gentleness and care, but should you ask for him to be rougher— One more confirmation would be all that it'll take before he'll leave you breathless, as the hickies across your skin bear more visible hues, and your body quivering in the sheets as you gripped onto them for dear life as he sends you reeling with pleasure, with every pump— with every thrust.
❥︎ In his first ascension, he announces about how Kotetsu is hungry for blood for tonight. In the sheets, his other sword definitely is hungry for your "warmth". ;)
❥︎ Kondo has a good body. He's more than well-toned, tall, and "big". He can use it all to his advantage, regardless of form in helping you reach the heights of pleasure.
❥︎You wanna bring up about the "putting one's fist in one's mouth" line? His fingers are already dancing inside your mouth, coating itself with your saliva as it explored your mouth like his own tongue did. Maybe fitting his cock right in would make you look prettier in his eyes too. That should fit snugly better than a fist inside your own mouth, heh.
❥︎ Having said that he possess a good physique, Kondo has incredibly good stamina too. He could last how many rounds you wish, and perhaps, also, without even pulling out. Continuously.
❥︎ Kondo wishes that you use him however you wish and to the utmost of your desires. He wishes to please you and serve you well, hence, he might as well also prop you up on his lap and watch as you bounce up and down on his throbbing shaft with a pleasured expression. Use him well, dear master ;)
❥︎ Kondo is open to trying out new things with you, in bed. But of course, as long as they do not hurt you overly! He's one to set his boundaries too, even in bed. So don't be shy about telling him of your desires.
❥︎ Like Okita, Kondo would most prefer doing it in private with you. Aside from the bed, he doesn't mind doing it on the desk with his beloved master too. He'd have you bent over, either facing away or locking eyes with him. Whatever you want. Though, he'd most prefer looking you in the eye, so he may be able to see how you react to his touches and movements.
❥︎ See those long beautiful locks of hair? Kondo would be taken off-guard but would absolutely end up liking it should you tug and pull at it during intimate moments.
❥︎ For Aftercare, Kondo is the King of Aftercare. He'd come to your bedside, carrying over a basin of water and wipe you clean, gushing about the hickies and possible marks he's left on you (though at least, it'll show people that you're taken~). He'd massage your back and legs, bring you tea or if you really want it and for your soreness to go away, he'd carry you up into his arms, princess-carry styled and set you a warm bath. He doesn't mind joining you, if you ask him to! ♡
❥︎ Overall, 1000/10 would make a good lover. You're in good hands and arms with the beloved Commander of the Shinsengumi, teehee. It's not only your heart that feels full but also ahem your holes.
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❀☾︎ 𝐇𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐳𝐨
❥︎ Hijikata is known for his ferocious temperament in the battlefield, of his "extreme tastes" and of the way he pronounces the will of the Shinsengumi as his lifeblood. He does have his moments of lucidity when off-missions, but his traits as a Berserker still do not fade either way. He is loud, of harsh temper when crossed (he is called as the demon vice commander for a reason). But of course, as much as his strokes of flames of anger burn bright, so does his unwavering iron will to protect the Shinsengumi and— you, his master.
❥︎ Still, it'll come off as a surprise should you actually pursue this man, romantically. If you are to tell it off to the other Shinsengumi members, most probably would think as if you've grown a second head. Hijikata? Really? With that temper and unyielding... mouthful declarations of the Shinsengumi's name wherever you go? But, alright, you do have special tastes for a master. They'd support you either way, if you're that serious with Hijikata. It'll be hard to woo this man, but of course, when he accepts, Hijikata does treat you well. To the surprise of most, he actually could be quiet and sensible around you more since then. He still remained largely the same, of course.
❥︎ When the topic of intimacy does get brought up, Hijikata does agree right after ensuring that you're absolutely sure that you wish to experience getting to bed with him. Well, advanced condolences to your body, dear master.
❥︎ Hijikata is the embodiment of 'what's on the outside, is the same on the inside'. Rough in the streets, rough in the sheets.
❥︎ Upon attaining your consent for intimacy, Hijikata is rather fierce and forceful in his movements. He is incredibly dominant and ensures that he'll remain so.
❥︎He'd immediately push you down on a bed, and hungrily lap at your skin, leaving your lips swollen and slightly bruised from his beastly kisses, your neck full of hickies and your legs trembling from the rough pleasure that he's giving you.
❥︎ He's quick to shove your throat down on his throbbing shaft too. No questions asked. He'd grip tightly at your hair, and would even thrust rhythmically to match the throb of your throat. He'd grip and plunge in so tightly, you could almost be rendered breathless. All that he spills, you'll drink and gulp down like water, to quench your thirst.
❥︎ Hijikata would grip down on the sheets tightly, with wrists above your head as he'd thrust into you, senselessly— like some wild animal in heat. He'd visibly grit down onto his bottom lip, as he moved with all his might all the while you're seeing stars, with your soul already ascending from his roughness. He'd make sure you'd be able to feel his steel will, and be filled up nicely with all that he could release.
❥︎ Regardless of your chest size, whether it may be flat or squishly round, Hijikata would love you all the same as a whole despite his preference. The Shinsengumi is wholeheartedly sincere about their cause. He embodies the Shinsengumi. So why won't he appreciate this lovely body of yours? He'd lean down wordlessly, as sweat trickled down your skin and lap his tongue around your nips, biting and kissing. He almost made it a goal to conquer every part of your body.
❥︎ His line with Carmilla shows it enough already too. Hijikata would be greatly into trying ahem BDSM. Of course, only if you consent into the more hardcore kinks of his. He's not that sadistic with his lover... Unless, of course, you have a compelling masochistic side. I'd leave that to your imagination, heh. Hijikata would appreciate someone who can match his freak. But of course, he wouldn't mind stooping down to your level to ensure your comfort. You matter to him, after all, he was the one who agreed to be with you, romantically. He may be forceful, but he does gain bits of consciousness here and there to be mindful of you lest you break, and humanity breaks into chaos.
❥︎ As for Aftercare, Hijikata is greatly caring with you. He knew he exerted your body a lot, and thus, would ensure you're well-taken care of. He'd clean up your marks, and any bleeding, patching you up and as well as taking you out for a shower/bath to ensure that you are clean and well. As fast as he had taken you, the faster your soreness might as well leave your muscles too ♡ he takes responsibility for your well-being after such an event.
❥︎ Bed? Soaked. Your heart? Full. Your insides? Broken and rearranged at the same time. Your body? Warm as a whole. Your spirit? Absolutely wrecked. Your bottom? Reddened. Your legs? Limping. But with such care from him, especially after the first time, Hijikata would be very mindful of your health amidst his usual demeanor (you'll definitely receive looks of concern the next few days, especially from the other Shinsengumi members, lol). After all... You and the Shinsengumi are now one ♡
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❀☾︎ 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞
❥︎ Saito Hajime is a chill and laid-back man. He usually moved with the flow of things, lived all he could in this new life as a servant. He is an indispensable ally to the Shinsengumi, and of course, to you. Amidst his laidback demeanor, softness does lay beneath it. He'd willingly dabble in dirty work/shady stuff just so that you won't have to taint your own hands. He isn't one for socializing much, however, and preferred to keep his distance, with the reasoning of not having people involve themselves with a 'shady guy' like him. But of course, should you interest him enough or proved persistent, he's not one to deny such an interaction. Life is meant to be enjoyed, after all. Making new friends here and there doesn't sound so bad.
❥︎ Initially, when you harbored affections for him— Saito initially would turn a blind eye to the first signs, thinking it's just your caring personality as the Master. But as it goes on, Saito is torn between having to call you out on it or... Simply to let his feelings dictate the motions. He wanted you to think about your choices more carefully, but at the same time, can't help but think of the possibility of being with you— more than just being a Master and Servant.
❥︎ He existed in this timeline, and has met you beyond his lifetime... Is that not fate enough, indeed? In the end, when a confession gets through, and you've proved yourself sincere with your feelings, Saito could be convinced to finally open his heart to you, in a romantic manner.
❥︎ Love is illogical in his eyes, but what's he to do when his heart starts to beat faster than how his mind ran his thoughts? He can't refuse that yearning look of yours, at all. Why deprive you of love, when you're so insistent on it? To him, you deserve all that's good in the world, after bearing so much pain for the sake of humanity.
❥︎ Saito made for a good lover. He takes great care of you, willingly sits in silence or lets you vent about your days, treats you to some good old ramen/soba. He makes sure that you stay hydrated, is in good health (both physically and mentally), as well as never staying up so late into the night! (But he won't deny you either if you wanted to stay awake just to stay with him longer, or do as you like as long as it's not detrimental to your health. What's important is to enjoy life, indeed~)
❥︎ When the topic of intimacy first came up, Saito is rather lighthearted with it. He doesn't consider it at first, amidst him being straight-laced, but does get surprised when you proposed wanting to get intimately involved with him too. Well now, isn't life about enjoying it to the fullest? With that look of yours as you say it with conviction, who's he to deny you?
❥︎ Saito has a low intimacy drive, thus, getting him in the mood can take a bit. But with you being so cutesy with such a heatedly charged atmosphere? Oh, he's going to lose that composure of his. He might not be able to resist himself taking you right and there for being so pretty.
❥︎ Saito prefers to take it slow— to savor every breathing second. He's not quick to undress you, preferring to take his time as he slowly undoes your clothes, planted kisses down your skin, alongside his kisses that were light as a feather. He'd trail his fingers over your skin, in sensual motions just so that he'd get a reaction out of you. You both have all the time in the world, so what's the rush? There's no fun in that.
❥︎ Saito is incredibly consensual. Personal pleasure is nice and all, but you— his master will always come first. Your needs take precedence compared to his own. He'd ask of you to be more verbal with how you're feeling. Where would you like to be touched? How do you feel when he touches you over in this particular spot? What are your desires? He's more than keen to give you a listening ear.
❥︎ Saito would love to drag your intimate session longer. Speak of your desires, and he'll be touching you ever so slowly until you crave in, beg that he sate your needs until he'll comply after seeing such a begging expression on your face. He likes to hear you whine so adorably, begging him kindly to give you such shady desires, that only he has exclusive access into giving.
❥︎ Saito is rather systematic about giving you pleasure. He ensures that you're more than well-prepared before he'll serve you with the main course of the night. He'd stick his fingers inside your slick cavern, massage it ever so slowly, drawing circles until he could send you reeling over the edge. He's growing bolder every second. He finds immense satisfaction and amusement, the more he sees you look so dazed and flushed out with his movements.
❥︎ Once he has eased you out, Saito does confirm one last time before he'll take you in the sheets. Only after your consent does he ease you down, hold you at your hips and the moment he slides himself in— all sounds fade into the backdrop of your mind to the point all you could ever think of was him.
❥︎ Saito wouldn't mind it, if you are to seek stress relief through intimacy with him. Though, of course, he's careful enough not to turn it into a vice for you (and himself). He times bedding you with the perfect atmosphere and momentum to send you reeling from the heights of pleasure once more.
❥︎ Saito can't help it whenever he gets verbal during intimacy. He'd lean down and whisper how good you are to him— such sweet nothings and even sometimes passively dirty murmurings. You feel just so good, surpassing even the warmth that emanates off the soba he would eat, for most of the time. It's within intimacy does he grow more affectionate, and more vocal about how he feels that are mostly reasoned out by him as a careless slip of the tongue. He enjoys teasing reactions out of you, until you'd tell him to stop with that blush of yours which also sends your heart into faster beats.
❥︎ Saito does not have a particular kink, but if you want to court death for the day and ask for him to be rougher— well, sure. It could be fun, he figures. Maybe even a nice way to destress on his own end too, without having to hold back much from taking pleasure from you, this time on his own end. But of course, he's very open to trying new things with you, just say the word and you two can have a discussion about wants and desires ♡
❥︎ Aside from the bed, Saito wouldn't mind taking you while you're pressed up against the wall too. The thought of having to pin you in a corner, with your legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you and induce such bashful reactions out of you is enough for him to feel thrilled. Perhaps that's where he could start considering the option of being 'shady' with you by taking you around the corners outside, with the thrill of getting caught by the other Shinsengumi members or other servants, while well-hidden as he takes a quick good session with you. It might be fun to try, he once considered.
❥︎ In lazy days, and when you're both in the mood, Saito would just simply pat his lap and let you mount him and ride him however you wish until you'd tire yourself out. (Good luck with that, once he actually follows suit by taking his own pleasure from you next, heh.).
❥︎ another 1000/10 green-flagged bf. So much for his shady guy setup <3 he'll take good care of your needs, as promised, and will serve you however you wish— and that includes fulfilling your needs at bed too. Relaxing with you however you wish is enough to make him feel invigorated for the following days. Better than seeing you look so distressed over your duties ♡
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❀☾︎ 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢
❥︎ Shinpachi is a spirited man. Regardless of his ascension, what remains is that of the impulsive yet steadfast man he is. He dislikes being treated like an old man neither being dominated over, but of course, he still shows respect to you as his Master. He's rather amicable, despite his boisterous personality. He's pretty good at taking care of others too, even though... it usually comes with the signature asian-styled scolding of kicking youngsters up to their feet to move around rather than stay idle all day. Don't fret, he means well, hehe. That's just how he is. He is rather fierce, loyal and protective to those he holds dear— the Shinsengumi and of course, you.
❥︎ So when you started catching feelings, Shinpachi is ignorant to it, since he usually just takes forms of your affections as you being friendly. He's slightly dense in the romance department since he hasn't even considered it in the slightest, considering his looks, the way he acts and of course the label of being an old man no matter what that he detests so greatly. He always remains mature-looking regardless of his ascension, after all (and acts like it).
❥︎ Shinpachi is no stranger to love, he knows the rules and so I but doesn't immediately realize it when you've actually taken interest in him at first. But once he realizes, he actually questions your decisions or even doubts it. Because, he's just another seasoned guy in the Shinsengumi. You're just his friendly master. You went on hangouts (dates) for movies, you two always share a meal, you 'jested' about how his old form is just as handsome as his young one, eagerly took the challenge of learning the art of the blade with him, he feels comfortable being wistful around you at times, he likes how true you are to yourself and—
❥︎ Oh. Well, that exactly answers it too. Shinpachi can't deny that he's grown fond of you. But you sure do have strange tastes, he notes. But of course, while he initially had reservations about your choice of guy, Shinpachi does acknowledge your honesty and would end up accepting it nonetheless. After all, you stir up his meaning of 'Sincerity' once more, within him.
❥︎ When intimacy was first brought up, Shinpachi is lighthearted about it but does dares you to give it a try with him, since you asked, and when you're absolutely sure— well, down to business he goes.
❥︎ Considering that he's lived a long life, Shinpachi definitely is experienced in the whims of intimacy. He knows where to touch, where to kiss, and where to send you reeling off the edge so easily. He's incredibly observant.
❥︎ Shinpachi takes pride in his skill of the blade, and since he knows how to handle his blade, he must certainly know how to handle you nicely with how sensual and mind-boggling his touches are, whenever he stuffs his fingers in and out of you, all the while he muses himself with your reactions so vocally. He would muse about how sensitive you are, about how you seem to like it here and there and moreso of the sort. He knows how to hit the right spots.
❥︎ Shinpachi prides himself too, in being an instructor. That'll mean he's rather dominant in bed. Before you could even register the sounds of your own breathing, you wound up only hearing his dictation of wrapping your hands around his throbbing shaft or how to bob your head in sliding motions over his shaft. He's giving you time to learn and master pleasuring him, hehe.
❥︎ Heed his words, excel and he'd reward you nicely. If you do good and follow his words, he will give the nice reward of being able to release or perhaps even humoring some of your desires for such a good work. Shinpachi knows how to reward and when to give it.
❥︎ Can be slightly vulgar in bed, but of course, is not one to mostly direct his cusses at you. He'd mostly hiss and mutter underneath his breath about how you're taking him, making commentaries of all that you're making him feel at the moment.
❥︎ Shinpachi likes it when you're honest. Tell him what you're feeling. Tell him what you desire. Demand from him equally, and he'd oblige you for your boldness.
❥︎ Shinpachi is rough. He doesn't immediately give it to you, but once he thinks you're more than well-prepared, he'd stuff himself in, and welcome himself and then you'd see stars with the way he'd pounce on you that's overwhelmingly good.
❥︎ Be a brat, however, and he'd teach you a lesson. Shinpachi would have you lie down on your stomach on his lap, and smack your rear a good few times until you'd learn not to cross him. He'd deny you of any release, drag his touches out long enough to hear any form of begging out of you until he'd finally let your release crash down on him.
❥︎ When coupling, Shinpachi would be more likely to ensure that you reach the peaks of release first before he'd follow suit and fill you up to the brim. He has good stamina, and rather than immediately release with you, he'll probably be more invested in having you release a dozen of times to the point of feeling dazed and stimulated until he'd release. Even in his old man form. The only difference would be that— he's gasping for breath much more than he would be, in his younger form.
❥︎ Like most, Shinpachi would prefer to take it to the bed. But since he's one good instructor, he'd be into bending you over the table or on surfaces he could. He just likes to take control and stay ahead.
❥︎ Netflix and chill, or something along those lines, he's up for that too. Shinpachi doesn't mind chilling on movie dates with you, right before, if you're in the mood, he'd be flabbergasted but who's he to deny a good time with you? Maybe that can even help you sleep better at night.
❥︎ For Aftercare, Shinpachi remained caring and would fuss over the tiniest of details with you. He'd bring you water, help you stand up to your feet, set you up in a warm bath or shower, help you clean up and then afterwards tuck you in bed with some nice cuddles, forehead kisses and sweet whispers of how well you handled him, of your tenacity.
❥︎ You're more than in good hands with Shinpachi <3 he may act wistful, boisterous and overly loud at times, but he cares about ensuring that your heart stays intact. He loves you that much, dear master. Shinpachi would gladly stay with you, as much as you want, as long as you wouldn't mind him and his temperament. It's with you that he's found another reason to raise his blade up again, after all. All for you.
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❀☾︎ 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞
❥︎ The spearmaster of the rear has got it all: looks, unwavering tenacity, devotion, protective nature, fearlessness with death, skills, fiercelessness and whatnot... Even with how he rambles off and on with his past of venturing beyond his homeland with great wistfulness of being a traitor, you're more than sure that he's ventured far within your heart too. Of course, he's likable nonetheless even with his nature. You are, after all, besides his comrades, the only person that he's made an exception out of, in comfortable interactions.
❥︎ Harada is dedicated to your cause, so when he does catch feelings for you, he initially denies it but slowly became showy about it with how he treats you, and how his eyes would stare back whenever he sees you being all so touchy and close with another servant. It's what's going to prompt him to blurt out his feelings aloud to you first, and does look greatly surprised when you accept them, and so it turns out that you feel the same way about him. Well, now he has the upper-hand with forming a relationship with you, his dear master, doesn't he?
❥︎ Harada has become extra dedicated to you, almost bordering on obsession, the moment he's become your lover. He'd be protective, reluctantly but learning affection, and does treat you as what a good lover would do. He's not that experienced with romance, and so, does consult his colleagues about it, and it's from their input does he considerably take you out on dates, even traveling with permission or to use the simulator to go on dates with you.
❥︎ Intimacy just naturally built-up between the two of you. When you were the first to propose it, Harada does deeply blush at your boldness— but hey, no backsies now.
❥︎ Harada gets straight down to business, pins you down and ravishes you nicely. He'd take his time, undress you with his eyes, and lock his lips with yours. He'd trail his lips down, and would leave marks, even in your pulse areas, or upwards your neck. Harada wanted to be a good lover, truly. But he can't just resist the urge to chomp down in places where you'd struggle to even hide your marks from the public's eye. Letting people see and know that you already belong to someone sends a dark thrill down his spine.
❥︎ Harada was initially experimental with his fingers, but he was adept at bringing you at the edge with them. His mouth serves you well too. He certainly knows how to...use it well on you. He enjoys getting between your legs and gazing upwards just so that he can watch your face as he ravishes you down there.
❥︎ Harada likes it when you tell him to whom you belong to. You tell him. Repeat after repeat. To prove that you're truly and irrevocably his now with those marks on your skin. It's how he'll render you as a begging mess.
❥︎ Harada is the rear guard, back in the Shinsengumi days and even today. So... He's definitely adept at working on you from behind too, heh. He'd position you on all fours, and make you face a mirror, just so that he can watch your expressions even from behind as he manhandled you like the rear guard and spearmaster he is ;)
❥︎ Harada knows how to shift between Dirty talk and Body-worshipping. On one hand, he'd say the wildest of whispers and then proceed into telling you how good you are at taking him. He absolutely dominates both your body and mind. He'd call you a sweet compliment with a derogatory word to call you, within the same sentence.
❥︎ Being exploratory and adventurous in nature, and especially with his history of courting death, Harada is definitely the type to try and do it in semi-public places. He enjoys seeing the flustered look on your face, with a hand to cover up your mouth as he ruts into you, at a pacing of his desires, depending on his mood.
❥︎ Whenever he gets jealous... Well, good luck with that. Gambatte, Master-Chan. Harada would play the nice guy on the outside as he slips you away, but once you're behind closed doors, you're going to see heaven real quick with how fast you got bent over and railed real quick, and with smacks to the rear as if you were some instrument he's so invested in playing (drummer harada eyy/j).
❥︎ Harada can be quite possessive of his beloved, especially in intimate sessions. He'd make sure that, other than the marks you'd struggle covering up, he wouldn't even mind ensuring you'd walk with a limp for the next few days all the while he assists you like the loving boyfriend he is. Oh, let them get the right idea. It is what it is. He'd even make sure that mid intimacy, you'd be loud enough to wake his poor sleeping comrades just next door. You definitely see him smirking victoriously whenever you're outside and in such a state.
❥︎ With how loving he is towards you, sometimes too much, out of pure dedication, it'll be no surprise if he just forgets to lock the door when at it, and it'll be a poor comrade of his or a random staff that gets to walk in on you getting absolutely devoured by a beastly redhaired spearmaster. Most of the time, it's usually poor Heisuke who walks in on you both. Poor Heisuke would go all red, step back, apologize profusely before leaving, muttering about ensuring that the door is locked. (You and Harada do apologize by treating him to some of his favorite chocolate ice cream, but that's not enough to push off the trauma you've given the poor guy now, yes?).
❥︎ In regards to Aftercare, Harada is just as devoted to you just as how his touches had been. He's careful this time in handling you, would apologize for getting ahead of himself, and would treat you for a good bath to ease your sore muscles. He'd gladly join too, and keep whatever thoughts of marvelling you in all of your sore splendor to himself as he helps you clean up. He makes the bed comfortable, assists you and ensures to rub circles around your back or right where it aches to comfort you as you drift off to sleep with him. Harada is not going anywhere else.
❥︎ To sum it up, Harada is as 'energetic' as the color of his hair. He's got fine sides to him. You're in for quite the ride in a relationship with him <3 Harada is all yours to have, dear master. He'd willingly cheat death, anytime you so desire. Just for you.
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❀☾︎ 𝐘𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞
❥︎ Ah, yes. The sweet, gentle, and nurturing mother hen beloved advisor and companion to the Shinsengumi. Even with how his life played out when he had deserted the Shinsengumi, Sannan is well-treasured by the entire group. So much that even with his loss to seppuku in life, the impact that Sannan has left on their lives reached even to the end of their days. Far beyond his own. Of course, even you are not immune to his impactful charms, even with the many times that he's tried to humble himself down in front of you and everyone else.
❥︎ He's well educated, well-mannered, kind, gentle, compassionate, good with kids, caring and composed... He's rather charismatic and inspirational too. What is there not to love about him? How could you ever resist such a genuine smile of his?
❥︎ When he catches wind of your feelings for him, needless to say, Keisuke is flustered. At first, he tries to set it aside but does wound up realizing how mutually fond he's become of you too, the moment he finds himself writing poetry while thinking of you. With every brush and stroke of his ink across his parchments, even as he spoke of the mountains, the blossoms and of the wind— it all comes down attributed to you. He only wished to be a loyal servant to you, to aid you in your own peaceful path— and yet, it appears that...your path leads straight back to him.
❥︎ With enough care and time, Sannan slowly returned your feelings of love. He instantly did ease up to the role of being your lover. Sannan is gentle, observant, and caring. He'd ensure that you get proper rest, and would be able to write his poetry with clarity— and of course, he would finally be able to look you in the eye with fondness as he teaches you calligraphy. Your hands are clasped together as he guides your motions with the brush to form characters on the paper.
❥︎ When it comes to intimacy, when you had brought the idea to him as the first one to do so, Sannan was incredibly flustered but he does acknowledge that intimacy is part of a romantic relationship. Reluctant he may be— he does accept, anyways.
❥︎ Keisuke is old-fashioned. He'd prefer the warm confines of the bed, and is not one to instantly force you down on it. No. He starts small and gentle, hesitant even. He'd start with soft pliant kisses here and there, trail his lips down your neck, hold hands with you and would keep asking for your input and consent before loosening and removing your clothes. He'd admire you, bit by bit, with each article of clothing off. He reveres you almost like a deity.
❥︎ Keisuke likes to take his time. He does not wish to rush your body. He'd touch you gently with his fingers, slipping it in and out of you down there with great care, looking at you for traces of discomfort. The least thing he could want is to hurt you. He's soft-core coded, mm.
❥︎ Direct him where to touch and he'd happily oblige your desires. Tell him where to trace, where to rub, where to grope and where to run his lips all over in a sensual manner. He's always listening for even the slightest mewl out of your lips.
❥︎ Sannan has low drive for intimacy, though you could naturally get him into the mood through sensual whisperings and touches. He'd touch and trail his fingers over you, map out your hips and body as if he were writing characters on your skin like the devoted lover he is.
❥︎ Sannan prepares you up thoroughly before getting straight down into full-blown lovemaking. He's clearly vanilla coded too. He'd ask for your consent one last time, right before he'd slowly position himself in, and rock your entire world like streaming waters of a river. That'll be how he'd flood your insides later too.
❥︎ Sannan is open-minded. If you have desires, simply tell him and he'd discuss it with you. Of course, he'd consider it largely with hardcore ones— setting it as a boundary as per his wishes not to harm you.
❥︎ Even with that soft looks of his, Sannan does opt for bondage. Stay down, dearie and keep your impulses in control so that the dear Secretary could reward you handsomely for your patience~ considering bondage, he'd be into trying shibari out too. He'd stare and trace your skin with his fingers, and keep you still as he'd ensure that you'll marvel at his movements.
❥︎ Speaking of kinks... Sannan has great fondness for children. He adores their smiles and considers them as a treasure. He'd totally be into Breeding with you. Of course, as servants can't reproduce (unless under special circumstances and magic shenanigans), but the thought of filling you up with his seed until it takes root— ah, definitely fulfilling. It might as well encourage him to last longer rounds, all the while imagining what it would be like to have a child of his own with you, his dear master. He'd adore Body-worshipping too, in that case.
❥︎ Yamanami feels flustered when being addressed as "sensei" or teacher, and would deny being worthy of being one. But tease him with that, and he might actually teach you your place with 'huge love'.
❥︎ Yamanami is the type to whisper the most comforting and loving of words to you as he folds you into half as he ruts gently and with the perfect pacing into you. His movements are certainly thrilling but his words are warm.
❥︎ For Aftercare, Keisuke is another King that takes a share of the crown, hehe. Depending on your state whether you could stand up or not— he'd happily cater to you. He'd bring a wet towel and a basin of water and clean you up with it manually, or simply relax in a bath with you, in a bathtub of bubbles even just so that you may destress further after such a session. Keisuke would cuddle you close, lift some of your locks, lacing them around his fingers for a kiss before watching you drift off to sleep and eventually joining too.
❥︎ Overall, a sweetheart and vanilla connoisseur <3 Yamanami Keisuke will always be by your side, and would happily serve you however you wish.
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❀☾︎ 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞
❥︎ I absolutely adore this beloved captain aackk <3 Heisuke is usually the distant type of person with strangers, especially given his inferiority complex and regretful reflection of his life. But still, he is grateful and strives to keep up and be worthy of the second chance at life to his former comrades and of course— of your kindness to him. Heisuke has a hard time being honest with himself, moreso with expressing his own thoughts, so everyone especially you, his master, had to be very patient with him. He's like a street cat who's seen all sorts of pain and troubles that you've taken in to take care of.
❥︎ Heisuke would try to deny it, when he realizes himself actually falling for you, his master. What could he do? You're caring, kind, selfless, brave, and repaired his broken lonely heart. Slowly, maybe... Perhaps holding your hand, and getting nearer to you doesn't sound so bad at all. Slowly, he started saying less whenever you ask to hangout with him, hold hands or manually feed him chocolate ice cream as you hold it with little protests on his end. He found all the joys in the world within you. He'd never want to leave your side.
❥︎ Heisuke still had doubts nonetheless but when you confessed first or started showing signs of admiration that stretched into the romance boundary, Heisuke is put-off but internally flustered to learn that he's the object of your affections. But really, why him? List him a huge essay or blabber with a straight face so that he'd stop questioning his worth, and he'd bashfully ask you to stop midway, unable to stop his smile while his cheeks are flushed red. Alright, you attained his heart. Take good care of him ♡
❥︎ Heisuke remains reserved at times but since he's your lover now, he does make efforts here and there to show affection to you. He's another one like Okita who doesn't know much about love. He's greatly inexperienced in that aspect too, and ends up walking over to his comrades to shyly ask for advice and inputs. You shower him with love, it's only fair, he thought, that he returns it with care! He'd go on dates with you willingly, go out on walks, eat ice cream on the veranda together, talk about life, and perhaps even train if you ask him nicely to teach you~
❥︎ It was from his comrades' teasing did Heisuke first considered the possibility of growing intimate with you. He only gets flustered in such mentions, swats them away with a bashful shake of the head but when you actually proposed the idea yourself... Well, who's he to decline? Just give him time to catch his breath first.
❥︎ Heisuke is inexperienced. So, you may take the lead with him. He'd start out incredibly submissive to your whims and touches. Heisuke is easily so sensitive all over, easily blushes but bears with it to ease the growing heat between you both. He'd close his eyes to kisses and sloppily return it with fervor, and would lean in to rain down light hesitant kisses over your neck.
❥︎ Once he collects himself better, Heisuke does slowly become more confident. Compliment him loads, and up his confidence bar meter goes~
❥︎ Another one for the Body-worshipping list. As you two slowly shed your clothing, Heisuke is heavily flushed but you could see the twinkle in his eyes as he marveled at your body, shyly asking if he may touch you, and what entails afterwards is him exploring your body with ardent curiosity using his lips and hands, and with your voice as guide. He'd slip here and there about how beautiful and soft you feel to the touch.
❥︎ Orally, it was you who initiated it. Heisuke is one quivering mess, barely holding onto the sheets when you begin to reach down and grasp at his member, sliding your hand up and down, or even leaning down to suckle the sensation of hot pleasure that'll cause him to tense up further, and hold onto your head with one hand for dear life. Considering how sensitive yet touch-starved he is, Heisuke is quick to release but even you would be surprised at how much load he releases.
❥︎ Heisuke definitely belongs to the small body yet big down there. Ahem. Well, have you not seen his final ascension art?? This guy's packing beneath layers of clothes! And if you ever do express fondness for his body, although it may fluster him greatly to have such a comment regarding his figure, his confidence meter is gonna go off the ceiling. He'd start training more to maintain it, heh. He might as well start flustering you whenever he appears shirtless about where your eyes trail off to.
❥︎ You wish to experience the sensation of being fingered with his prosthetic arm? Heisuke would be shocked but well... You do have strange tastes, anyways, for liking someone as him, he thinks to himself. With sweat running down his skin, and with your guidance, Heisuke does as asked and would actually entertain your wish and would ease his mechanical fingers right into your cavern, parting at the folds, and used exploratory ministrations all the while he imagined handling you like how he handles his blade. The moment you do spill over his fingers, coating it with release as if it were oil, he's never been the same (his prosthetic arm found new usage), moreso if he's to watch you lick them off his fingers.
❥︎ Initially, you took the lead with coupling with him too. Heisuke would lie down all the while he'd gasp and pant as you bounce up and down on him, watching him grip the sheets as you ride the living lights out of him. And when you two release together, Heisuke turns into a huge trembling mess, who babbled incoherent strings of thoughts.
❥︎ The next time, however, you'd be surprised. Heisuke tried his best to learn off books, and in return for your care, he's come to suggest taking the lead this time out of fairness ♡ his touches would remain largely experimental, but you can tell that he's starting to get good at it. He'd pleasure you using his own mouth, his normal hand and his prosthetic arm until you could not speak of anything else but his name this time. Heisuke would blush but would keep the momentum, and always asked for your input.
❥︎ He's rather vanilla in normal states. Perhaps even, when is lacking mana to sustain his form, he'd grow further in intimacy by dabbling in it with you, as well as considerably for stress relief on your part.
❥︎ Forehead kisses! Considering he has a scar over his forehead, it must be one sensitive spot~ should you kiss and shower him loads of affection and be so fond of his scar, it'll make him melt like butter, especially during intimate moments. He's going to show you a good time, afterwards for such great care~ You've been so patient for him, after all.
❥︎ For the main part, Heisuke is already confident to show you his progress over time, would start topping you and would rut into you with all his might and all the love he could give you. He'd pin you down, legs over his shoulders as he moved in rhythm with your quivering hips, all the while he'd lean down for a kiss, up until he'd spurt out his release, right inside, of course.
❥︎ How about for his second ascension...? Oh, dear. He's still apologetic in this form but he's extra, and I mean, ferocious in this form. That's avenger-class for you. Bedding while he's in such a form is akin to charging to battle. He'd even ask if you're absolutely sure about doing it with him in such a state, buut no backsies once you say your consent~
❥︎ He's largely the same but is more rougher in his movements, even starting to nip at your skin leaving marks all the while you're a shivering mess as you watched from below with the hisses and muttered words beneath his breath as he takes you with heightening pace, you might as well pass out soon enough the more he continues. He does apologize afterward, but he can't really help it— having taken you like that.
❥︎ Heisuke doesn't have kinks of his own, and can't consider himself having any for the meantime, but should you request it, he's open for considering it with you~ Just say the word. Though if he were to try, he'd likely take his hair tie off or bandana off (in second and third ascension), and use it on your wrists to keep you in place while he pleases you as you like.
❥︎ Aftercare? Heisuke is one caring cinnamon roll~ He'd ask you every second about how you are feeling, wipe you clean with a wet towel, apply ointment on marks (he feels flustered thinking about the teasing he'd receive should you be spotted with a hickey). But doesn't even have any protest when you give him one instead. He's good at hiding it, with his clothes, he tries to reason with himself.
❥︎ Sweet Heisuke would give you a glass of water or two just to rehydrate, give you plentiful of massages, bathe with you and even help you put your clothes on! He'd prepare the bed nicely for you too, ensuring it is comfortable and clean to your tastes before laying down in bed for cuddles and small kisses before drifting off to sleep together.
❥︎ Overall? Sweetness overload. Take good care of dear Heisuke, master-san! ♡ He's trying his best, give him his love! Overly Vanilla yet delectable all the same.
I’m VERY MUCH NOT afraid of… incubi! I’m a firm believer in the sex-is-a-viable-means-of-mana-transfer, and I stand behind my choices.
I technically speaking missed yesterday's post because it's past midnight but shhhh I needed to play a bit of Terraria and beat the shit out of the sandworm fucker ( っ´ `)っ
Content warnings include: NONCON, cisfem!Reader, yandere content (possessiveness, obsessiveness…), manipulation, fingering, ear-slurping (read and see), mild bondage, and sort of dumbification.
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The doorbell rings.
Your shoulders jump a little, and you raise your gaze from the phone in your hand to direct it towards the source of the sound. With how little you got to sleep last night, for a moment, you think it’s your mind playing tricks on you, but as your eyes travel over to the signal light, you notice that the LED is indeed flickering, indicating a visitor.
It's unusual for someone to require your attention so early in the morning. Not even ten minutes have passed since your alarm rang, and you haven’t even yet gotten the chance to dress up properly: Your shirt along with its many intricate clasps is splayed beside you on the bed, and your boots lie in a pile beside the nightstand. You’ve barely even finished skimming through the load of pressing notifications in the messenger app, but for somebody to have a matter so important that they would need to see you face-to-face, you figure the reason must be urgent.
Promptly, you set your device on the bedside table. Briefly patting your skirt down and with a sock on only one of your feet, you hop off the mattress and rush to answer the door. Despite wearing nothing but a camisole on your top half, you run to press the button on the side of the gate frame, and the latch clicks open.
The door slides to the side to reveal the pristine white front of a certain caster’s cloak. You crane your neck back to be able to catch the servant’s gaze. He looks just about the same as always, down to the naturally smug smile he tends to wear.
”... Oh, Merlin. Morning.”
He doesn’t look the least bit bothered by the unholy time of the day he has decided to make an appearance. Then again, it’s not like servants really sleep, and with how… eccentric the guy is in general, you doubt he lets such things control his whims.
”Good morning”, Merlin greets you, giving you a brief wave of his hand.
Wordlessly, you look at him, expecting him to continue to talk. Yet, for one reason or another, he decides not to, and an awkward silence settles upon you instead. He looks at you, you look at him, but as the moment of quiet stretches, his eyes stray downwards, scanning over your half-clothed body in a rather prying manner. Subconsciously, your arms come up to wrap around your sides.
”Um, did you need something?” you then ask, finishing the question with a slightly tense laugh.
”Oh, it’s a little early for this, isn’t it?” Merlin wonders out loud, tilting his head to the side as if actually pondering the question. ”Sorry. Am I intruding?”
”It’s alright”, you shake your head. ”I don’t have anything urgent before lunch. Do you want to come inside?”
”Thank you, thank you.”
Taking care not to have the untamed locks of his hair catch on the door frame, Merlin steps inside your room. With the push of a switch, the doors slide shut behind him.
The Flower Mage hasn’t ever really swayed you in one direction or another when it comes to having him as your servant. It’s not to say that you haven’t been closely acquainted with him in past missions — quite the opposite, in fact — but sometimes, you wonder if never having built a proper bond with him has actually been in your best interest. His nature isn’t that of humans: You vividly remember Da Vinci’s words to you when she emphasized that Merlin has no capacity to experience emotion. You can’t say you quite understand his kind even now, but so far, it hasn’t really had an effect on your relationship with him.
He doesn’t really act in any way out of the ordinary, as is evident at the moment. With leisurely steps, he makes his way over to your bed where he plops himself down on the mattress like he owned the thing.
”Did you rest well?” he makes asks,
”Yeah, sort of”, you answer him. ”Sorry, I’m still kind of half asleep and all.”
”That’s alright”, Merlin shakes his head. The feathery earrings he wears sway along with the movement.
”So, what did you need?” you then ask, following his steps and walking over to the bed.
”Ah, right. It’s a bit embarrassing”, Merlin reaches his hand up to scratch the nape of his neck. ”I’m in need of a mana transfer.”
You raise your brows.
”A mana transfer? Right now?” you squint your eyes at the man as you sit down beside him. ”I didn’t realize you even needed those.”
”I usually don’t, you’re correct about that”, he sighs. ”It’s a rare occasion.”
”Oh”, you mumble. ”Well, um, it’s a bit of a bad time for that, I’m still kind of mana-deficient from yesterday’s mission. Could you come back later?”
Your excuse isn’t a faux one. With how much work you were put through the day before, mustering up enough mana to supply him with would be a task far beyond your expertise.
”I don’t need much”, Merlin insists, scooting closer to you until the side of his thigh is brushing against yours.
”No, seriously, I barely have any”, you present him with the bare back of your hand where three command spells would usually be imprinted. ”I can’t conduct the transfer. You’re gonna have to wait.”
”You do know that the traditional way isn’t the only one?”
”... What?”
You stare at him with a questioning look in your eyes, wondering if you heard him right. Though, instead of repeating himself, his lips twist into a coy smirk.
”Oh, I knew you’d be knowledgeable about that”, he chuckles.
“About what? What the hell, Merlin, I’m not giving you my blood.”
“I don’t mean blood. Haven’t you heard of the third way?”
The palm of his hand lands on your knee. The action sends a shudder up your leg. Reflexively, you swat his touch away with a mean smack like you were trying to kill a mosquito.
”Horrible joke, Merlin”, you gasp at him in a grave tone, landing a kick on his shin. ”Horrible.”
”Do you think I’m kidding?”
You’re unable to hide the way your gaze flicks to the closed door and back to him. Subtly, you shift further away from him on the bed.
It’s always been an impossible task to read his intentions from his expression. It comes down to his essence, you’re certain — as an incubus, he isn’t capable of really feeling in the first place — but still, you’ve always had the image that that very attribute has made him a social genius. He’s usually very mindful, very cordial, to a bothering degree, even. Then again, he has always been the sort to enjoy getting a reaction out of people, including you, but never once has he joked with something as sordid before.
”... Merlin, could you go?” you purse your lips together and try to keep your eyes from straying towards the exit.
”My, my. I don’t think that’s how it goes.”
Your heart sinks.
Fighting the urge to just bolt right past him, you plant your hands on the bed and calmly push yourself up. You swallow down the lump lodged in your throat, force your shoulders to fall back in their place, and calmly step away from him. Numerous, numerous times you have been taught the best, most effective methods to dismantle a tense situation, yet having to utilize it in your own haven eats away at your believability. Though you put on a brave face, you’re certain he's perfectly aware of how your blood rushes in your ears, how every inch of your being is screaming to rush to the door.
However, he himself doesn’t move an inch: As if completely unbothered by what he has just implied, he allows you to stand up and create distance in between you as you back away from him. Keeping your eyes glued to his as if you were able to pin him down with the weight of your gaze, you make sure that you’re out of his reach.
A freezing cold shiver rakes your spine as you watch his smirk widen.
”I suppose you’ll have to tolerate a little discomfort, then”, he muses.
In the blink of an eye, Merlin has outstretched his arm towards you, and his fingers have wrapped themselves around your wrist. The yelp you let out is choked down by the uncharacteristically violent way he yanks you back towards the bed.
You land on the sheets on your back, nearly sliding off the edge due to the force of the movement, but he catches your body just in time. In the midst of the sudden chaos, your scattered thoughts scramble to find the strings of words you’ve been taught to speak, the ones that hold the power to restrict even the most potent of servants. Yet, you don’t get to shout as much as the first syllable before his hand latches over your mouth.
”Oops”, he sighs as he climbs in between your thighs and over your body, running his free hand through his dishevelled hair. ”I can’t have you doing that, sorry.”
With your eyes blown wide open, you frantically shake your head, trying to convey your mind via your expression, but he merely nods in response, dismissing your evident panic with a gesture much too unbothered.
”Isn’t this a part of your job?” he inquires, quirking his brow with a gentle laugh that fails to mirror the situation at hand in any way. ”You should take care of your servants, no?”
Setting his forearm beside your head, Merlin proceeds to lean down into the side of your face. There, he whispers directly into your ear.
”What a good master you are.”
Your hands fly up to his shoulders where you push with all your might, putting your utmost best into getting him off of you, but alas, you don’t manage to as much as budge him. With the hand over your mouth, your pleas for him to let you go don’t exactly translate through. It’s not like he’s oblivious to the fact, though: Despite looking mostly amused at your distress, he’s clearly exercising some sort of caution with his actions, whether it be for your sake or the possibility of getting caught.
Then, the obstruction over your lips disappears. For a moment, you’re too disoriented to do anything more than lie still, but as you regain your senses, you open your mouth to yell.
Only no voice comes out.
Chuckling to himself as he observes your horrified expression, Merlin straightens his back in a leisurely manner. As you attempt to rise off the bed, he simply plants his palm on your chest and pushes you back down.
”You’re going to have to manage without for a bit. Give me a moment.”
He proceeds to strip himself of his cloak, revealing the black shirt underneath. The fabric slides off his shoulders with ease, pooling down on the sheets. In the same movement, he grabs the end of the pink sash that ties the robe’s neckline together and pulls it out of the lining.
Predicting his next move, you pull your arms firmly to yourself before he can grab them. Merlin sighs, places the sash in between his teeth, and uses both of his hands to grasp yours, forcing them above your head.
”I’ve always thought it’s more romantic this way”, he muses as he proceeds to tie the ribbon around your wrists. He tugs the knot tight, ensuring that the binding holds. ”Now then. What gets you going?”
The colour has drained from your face, and your limbs feel weak. Intractably, your eyes flicker from one thing to another, hysterically searching for any way out of the predicament. The exit, the emergency button, and the phone, the phone which you just held in your hand. The reality of the matters dawns on you: All you've ever trusted to aid you in a moment of danger has always been so close, yet now, everything you could rely on is far beyond your reach.
There’s not much you can do as Merlin takes hold of the hem of your camisole and pulls it all the way up to your collarbones. Goosebumps rise on your skin where his fingertips drag along your midriff, brushing against the skin and tickling around the sensitive area. He takes his sweet time touching, feeling, stroking around your navel and caressing the shape of your ribs until his hand finally settles over your breast. He begins circling your nipple with the pad of his thumb.
”Does this do much for you?” he asks you, cocking his head to the side with a curious smile. ”No? Sorry, this is a bit of a learning curve for me as well.”
You don’t know what he is on about. The sensations he elicits in you set your nerves afire in seconds: Your skin tingles where he touches you, channeling his honed craft directly into your deepest pits, and the feeling persists long after his appendages have moved elsewhere. It’s much too intense to resist.
His hand moves to your other breast where he repeats the same motions as with the first. The ministrations don’t last long, though, for after a moment or two, his touch descends once again. With a sense of impatience, he prods at the waistline of your skirt.
You scream from the bottom of your lungs, trying to produce even the tiniest sound to alert whomever might be walking along the hallway on the other side of the wall. Yet, still, not a single note makes it past your lips.
”I know”, Merlin sighs at your struggle, trailing his digits along your forearm and giving your wrists a reassuring squeeze. ”You’ll get your voice back after we’re done. Just focus on me for now.”
His hand slides beneath your underwear. Your chest heaves hysterically along with your soundless breaths.
”Hmm, let me guess... Here?”
Your jaw falls wide open as his fingers go for your clit with precision only someone like him would be capable of. Using his ring and index finger to spread your labia apart, he presses on your pearl with his middle one. Distantly, a mortifying realization dawns on you: There's a warm, sticky feeling in between your legs, and coming to find out about the very same fact, Merlin's eyes glint with delight.
Gasping for air, you hardly note how tears gather at your lashlines. He seems to pay attention to them, however: With a sympathetic pout, he leans back down and into the crook of your neck.
”Aww, you’re alright”, he whispers, sending a tremor of sheer rapture down your spinal cord. ”You do know I feed on your mind, don’t you? It’s nothing to worry your little head with — you’re delicious.”
On the last sonant of the sentence, his lips connect with the shell of your ear. With awfully wanton slurps, he plunges his tongue into the canal, evoking a violent, full-body shiver from you. Simultaneously, the fingers on your clit continue downwards, searching for your entrance, and a mere moment later, he finds what he's after and wastes no time in pressing his appendages inside you.
He’s utilizing some sort of magic beyond your vocal cords, you’re certain. There’s no way that, without playing tricks on your psyche, he would be able to elicit the sorts of sensations in you that he now does. How he prods the pads of his two digits right into where you're the weakest, how he invades the most private parts of you without a care in the world, how utterly intoxicating it feels, it all bends your wit into barely functioning disarray. The feeling of his digits playing your lower half like an instrument borders the line of incomprehension, yet you’re unable to do anything but weather the storm. Combined with how he’s devouring your ear like he’s trying to gnaw his way directly into your brain, it doesn’t take long for your eyes to roll back to your head.
Your legs weakly twitch around Merlin’s thighs as he digs his fingers into your insides, insistently dragging you to your peak. His flowery scent clogs your airways, the pure white locks of his hair prick your face, and his voice, oh, the sound of his hums causes your back to arch off the bed.
Any measly fight you might have been able to put up is long forgotten. Aside from him, everything surrounding you — your room, the bed, the world outside — becomes a foreign concept. Within the same moment, the pressure in your abdomen builds up into a bubble before it suddenly bursts, releasing a numbing, rhythmic bliss all over your body.
”There you go”, you hear Merlin murmur against your temple as your entrance constricts around his appendages.
Your body spasms in tempo with the waves of the aftershock. The force of your climax is nearly debilitating: The heat you feel in your stomach is unlike anything you’re used to, and any and all thoughts in your mind have scattered into the vortex he has thrown you in. The euphoria you drown in feels artificial yet so, so euphoric.
Distantly, you feel him release your wrists. However, you’re much too far gone to even move your flaccid arms.
”Good job”, Merlin gives you one final praise, kissing the shell of your ear before pushing himself off of your body. ”That should suffice. How are you feeling?”
The only response you're able to give him are the weak, choppy gasps that make it through your soundless vocal chords.
”Heh. Flattering”, he chuckles to himself.
A moment of silence ensues. A sigh breaks past his lips.
”I suppose it’s best if you don’t remember any of this. Wouldn’t you say so?” the corner of his mouth tugs up in a thoughtful expression.
They say, “All good boys go to heaven.” But bad boys bring heaven to you.
New Year’s Eve finds you at the house of a dear friend, surrounded by your beloved friends, chatting, eating and drinking, as you await for the new year to arrive. Just a small gathering of good friends.
And while everyone is marvelling and discussing the present their secret santa brought them, he finds his chance to sneak you out of the living room. The devilish smirk on his lips tells you all you need to know; this demon has one last trick up his sleeve as the year is nearing its end.
He pulls you to an empty hallway, away from prying eyes. You don’t have the time to even ask what he’s planning, when you feel his hands sliding up the skirt of your dress. You watch him completely frozen as he tears a hole into your tights, your eyes darting towards the lively party, scared that someone might walk in after hearing the sound.
“Don’t worry,” he purrs in your ear, biting your earlobe. “They can’t hear a thing with the music.”
“What are you…” Your sentence trails off as your eyes widen, watching him slide your panties to the side and kneel down.
“We’re under a mistletoe,” he says cockily, kissing your inner thigh, while pointing at the mistletoe hanging on the light above your heads. “I gotta kiss your lips.”
Blushed, you reply, “I don’t think that’s how it’s done.”
“Nobody said which set of lips I gotta kiss.”
You want to smack him, but you can’t. He buries his face between your thighs, eating you out shamelessly, not caring if someone passes by and sees you. You cover your mouth with your hands, trying to muffle your moans.
It’s only when you start hearing the commotion, the telltale sign that the countdown is going to start soon. He’s quick to get back on his feet. You think you’ll return to the living room, even though you’re too frustrated he got you worked up but didn’t let you finish. Before you can even move to leave, he kisses you, pinning you against the wall, letting you taste yourself on him.
You hear the unmistakable sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers and you tense. You look at him pleadingly and he meets your gaze with his arrogant, challenging one. You feel him rub his cock on your glistening folds. But even if you wanted to push him away, he’s too strong, holding you captive, trapped between his solid body and the hard wall.
He pushes the crown of his cock onto your hole, but not yet pushing it in, just teasing you. He kisses your neck and you hate how he’s got you turned on, all wrapped up around his finger—his cock—loving how you start to grind your hips against him, trying to take him into your aching pussy.
He thrusts inside you, his hands holding your waist, as his kiss devours your moans. Your little cunt is gripping him so tightly, he feels he might cum right now. But first, he needs to finish what he started earlier—when he started eating you out, only to leave you hanging on the verge of your impending orgasm.
The countdown begins a few minutes later.
“10… 9… 8… 7…”
He kisses your neck, as you bite your lip against your moans and whimpers, the sound of skin slapping against skin barely registering over the chaos in the living room.
“6… 5… 4…”
You feel your orgasm reaching its peak, him having to kiss you to prevent you from screaming his name as he fucks you straight into the new year.
“3… 2… 1…”
You hear fireworks signalling the start of the new year. But you’re too lost in your own explosion, shuddering against him, as your orgasm floods your body like a tidal wave. You want to be mad, but your mind is too lost in your orgasmic bliss to properly glare at him.
“Happy new year, my love,” he whispers on your lips with his signature cocky smirk.
“Happy new year, bastard,” you retort breathlessly, kissing him again.
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Info: For some reason the new girl catches Riven’s attention, and it’s not just because she’s put in second year
Riven x reader
Riven jumped on Skys back as they walked through the entrance of the school building. It was the first day of second year and Riven had just caught Sky talking to a first year. The teasing had begun, and Sky could only roll his eyes at his roommate and best friend before they bumped into someone.
Y/n’s hands shook slightly as she carried her bags through the yard. Her first day at a new school and y/n knew that she would stand out. Having skipped a year already due to her advance in magic, Dowling had decided that she would be better off in a more advanced class, which didn’t sit well with y/n. She would already stand out due to her relation to Stella, cousins by marriage, but that would inevitably take a back seat when people found out about her skills. Not watching where she was going she ended up bumping into someone, knocking against a wall as a result.
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“I’m so sorry.” The blonde guy gasped, grabbing her arm to steady her.
“Watch where you’re going.” The raven haired beside him snapped.
“My fault, wasn’t watching where I was going.” Y/n stated, looking down at her bags now on the ground.
“First year?” The guy asked, hitting Riven’s arm.
“No second.” Y/n flinched, rubbing her shoulder.
“I don’t recall seeing you last year.” The Raven guy stated, narrowing his eyes at her.
“I’m new, first year here but second year of classes.” Y/n explained, not liking explaining herself.
“Well I’m Sky, this is Riven, Specialists, probably be in some of your classes.” The blonde haired introduced himself and his friend.
“Y/n, second year, fairy.” Y/n spoke, waving slightly at the end.
“Here, et us help you with these bags.” Sky suggested, holding an arm out to grab some of y/n’s bag.
“I’m out of here.” Riven stated, holding a peace sign as he started walking backwards.
“Riven.” Sky tutted at his friend.
“Seya later.” Riven stated, walking off, glancing back at y/n as he left.
“I’m sorry about him. He wasn’t like this last year.” Sky apologized, smiling at y/n as he grabbed her suitcase.
“It’s fine. And as opposed to these, I got it, thanks.” y/n smiled softly.
“I insist, the least I can do after bumping into you.” Sky stated, and y/n chuckled lightly before allowing Sky to lead the way.
Riven wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. For some reason he couldn’t stop staring at the new girl. He refused to acknowledge the newbies, but there was something about this girl that he could not shift, and currently, he was standing at the upper floor, looking across at where y/n was standing, watching the party down below.
Y/n stood at the corner, away from all the people that were walking along the halls, observing the scene down below. She wasn’t one for crowds, but she knew that if she didn’t turn up than she would draw more attention to herself than she cared for.
“You know you could just talk to her instead of stalking her.” Sky spoke, coming up from behind him.
“I don’t know what your talking about.” Riven spoke, taking a swig from his drink.
“Alright than.” Sky smirked before moving away from him.
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“Staying away from the people, smart as a newbie.” A voice called to her, and y/n turned to see Sky walking towards her.
“I’m not one for crowds.” Y/n shrugged, crossing her arms.
“Funny, neither is Riven.” Sky smirked, pointing towards his friend that was looking over at them.
“I would of thought him the opposite.” Y/n remarked.
“He likes to portray that image, but trust me, he’s a softie at heart.” Sky smirked, winking at her.
Two weeks since her first day, y/n decided to walk the grounds on her free day to see what was around to do. She mostly kept to herself, having an error in the assigning of rooms lead to y/n having her own room, but she didn’t mind that. It made her days more calm, she wasn’t one for madness, and it helped with the questions. Which is why she would often walk the grounds on her own, walking down the path towards the specialist area.
Riven turned his attention to the girl in front of him. The two had rarely spoken since they bumped into each other the first day of term, but there was something about her that wouldn’t leave her mind. Deciding to ignore her, he took out his box of cigarettes and stood up. Y/n frowned at the box as he walked off.
“Hello stranger.” Sky called out to her as she walked by the bench area.
“Hey.” Y/n smiled , eyeing Riven as he sat beside his friend.
“What’s got you around this area?” Sky asked, and Riven looked up at the girl.
“Just walking around. Scouting out the area.” Y/n shrugged.
Y/n walked on further before seeing an outline of trees ahead of her. Looking around, she opted to leave the grounds and head into the hooded area. She knew it would be dark, but that meant that it would most likely be abandoned.
“I don’t see the hype of them.” Y/n stated.
“That’s because you’re a goody too shoes.” Riven stated, smirking at her as he walked off.
“Ignore him, he’s been acting like this since summer.” Sky stated.
“Gotcha.” Y/n nodded before walking off down the path.
Branches cracked under her feet as she made her way into the forest. Birds could be heard and the soft wind against leaves made her smile. She loved nature, which was probably why she gained the ability of earth and it’s elements. Lost in her own thoughts, she didn’t see the foot that was sprawled across her path, leading to her to trip and fall. She groaned and looked to the side before screaming at what she saw.
Riven glanced behind him only to take a double take before jumping away from his position in shock He grabbed y/n out of reflex before pushing her behind him as he screamed out for someone. It wasn’t long before Silva turned up and he crouched beside the mauled and obviously dead man that was leaning against a tree. He opted to send the students back and alert Dowling about their discovery, and Riven couldn’t help but throw a worried glance at the girl beside him.
“Geez, I’m not that bad looking.” Riven rolled his eyes at her reaction.
“Not you.” Y/n snapped, pointing behind him.
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Y/n sighed as she crossed her arms across her chest as she walked her way through the halls. Students looked her way before whispering to each other, and y/n knew what it was about. Word spreads fast around the school, and by now both students and teachers knew about y/n in the woods. The image from the woods had haunted her the night before, and she didn’t want to speak about the day. She wanted to forget it, however hard that would be.
Riven was leaning against a pillar outside, smoking a joint when he seen a certain h/c headed girl walk out from the school building, trying to avoid the crowds of students that were walking. Seeing her looking down at the ground, Riven opted to call the girl over and try to talk to her.
Riven nodded before moving away from the pillar and heading off to where Beatrix and Dane were standing, watching them talk. The trio that were known for mischief, and y/n only watched as he left, seeing as he placed an arm around Beatrix, looking over their shoulder as they walked away.
“Hey, y/n.” He called out, and y/n froze at the familiar voice. “Come here.” Riven finished, and y/n looked at him, unsure.
“Yes?” She asked, unsure of what the boy would want.
“You okay?” He asked, showing small hint of concern.
“Why do you care?” She asked, frowning at him.
“Yesterday was freaky, I know I seen it.” Riven shrugged.
“Yeah well you use a joint to help, I don’t.” Y/n narrowed her eyes at him.
“Why are you so hostile, I am only asking if you’re okay.” Riven stated, placing his hands up in mock surrender.
“Sorry.” Y/n muttered, looking away from him.
“Want one?” Riven asked, offering his joint to her.
“I’m good.” Y/n scrunched her nose at the strong smell.
“Look seriously, if you want to talk, I’m here.” Riven stated, looking down in confusion as to why he just said that.
“Thanks, I guess.” Y/n squinted at him, unsure how to respond.
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The following days, Y/n spent most her time in her dorm, avoiding being seen as much as possible. Riven had grown worried for the girl, and would find himself staring at the back of her head when they were in class together. He had left the relationship he had with Beatrix and Dane, so he had grown to find his feelings for the girl had changed. The two often caught eyes with each other and a short smile would be exchanged. Small conversations would be exchanged, and y/n would still grimace at him when she would see him smoking or up to mischief which would lead to him smirking at her with that boyish smile.
As teacher brought the class to a close, Riven watched as y/n packed her bag and quickly left before the other students left for the day. Y/n threw her bag over her shoulder as she left, and Riven noticed her phone slide out of her jean pocket, landing on the floor. Seeing that y/n clearly hadn’t noticed the loss, Riven moved forward and grabbed the phone off the floor before rushing after.
She glanced up at them as their hands brushed together briefly. Riven raised an eyebrow at her as he felt a tingle as she moved away from him. Y/n only smiled at him before moving away from him. The two held contact with each other before y/n blinked, looking down to break it. Riven cleared his throat and smiled, waking backwards before finally turning.
“Hey, /n, wait up.” Riven shouted at her, waving her phone at her.
“Hey Riven.” Y/n smiled weakly at him, and Riven could see that she was tired.
“You dropped this.” He stated, holding the phone out to her.
“Oh, thanks.” Y/n nodded at him, taking her phone from him.
Riven looked down for a minute, thinking before deciding to try and catch up to y/n. He watched ahead, bumping into students as y/n turned the corner. Cursing to himself, Riven moved quicker, not taking a second glance at those who shouted at him as he moved quickly to get to her, when often he would glare at them. Y/n turned off to a quiet corridor, and Riven stopped at the turn to see y/n struggling with her key. Riven looked back as two girls came whispering to each other as they opened their dorm and walked in, both looking at Riven and y/n before the door closed. Riven coughed slightly, and y/n looked over her shoulder at him before finally getting the door open.
“Riven?” Y/n called.
“Yea?” The rave haired boy turned around.
“No, it’s okay.” Y/n shook his head, cursing herself for calling him.
“Y/n?” Riven asked, walking back to him.
“It’s nothing.” Y/n shook her head again, walking away from Riven.
Riven looked at y/n and moved closer to her. Y/n watched Rivens shadow as it creeped towards her.Feeling a hand being placed on her arm, y/ looked at it before looking up at Riven. She flicked her hair back and smiled up at the boy and he sighed, unsure if he should be doing this.
“Y/n,” Riven started, only to stop himself.
“You followed me?” Y/n asked, narrowing her eys at him from her door.
“I’m confused by something, I’m not sure how to act.” Riven shrugged, not looking away from her.
“Confused about what?” Y/n asked, looking at Riven intrigued by what he wanted to say.
"You, me, I dunno?" Riven stated, shrugging.
"Well maybe say it and it might be helpful." Y/n shrugged, trying to be helpful.
"There's something about you, that, won't leave me. I find myself enjoying our short chats. Brief as they are." Riven started, and y/n looked down as she blushed.
"Riven."
Y/n could only close her eyes as she allowed Riven to move closer to her. Her breath caught in her chest as there lips met, and she melted under Riven’s touch. The kiss was brief and when they pulled away, y/n looked up at Riven in shock
“We are two completely different people.” Y/n commented.
“Sometimes opposites attract.” Riven stated before leaning in.
“What does this mean?” Y/n asked, squinting up at him gently.
“I dunno, we’ll see where this goes.” Riven shrugged, before smiling softly at her.
“I’d ike that.” Y/n smiled, before leaning her head on his chest.
In your opinion what things does Lancer Cu, Astolfo and Robin Hood do if they want to impress somone?
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✩ Astolfo manifests his desire to impress by dragging you with him everywhere. "Master come look at this!" And it might be something like him showing you a cloud in the shape of bunny. He thinks best way to impress is to always have you're attention so when he does something cool you'll be there to witness it. He's also offering for you to ride Hippogriff, accept at your own risk because it will essentially be a roller coaster ride with half the protection.
✩ Cu is openly trying to impress you, but not in the way Astolfo is. He tries to impress with how strong he is, he'll make an extra effort to get rid of enemies faster and use Gae Bolg to take out as many at once as possible. He's also quick to sweep you off your feet. "You look tired Master," he'll just either carry you on his back or bridal style to the next destination.
✩ Robin is more subtle about wanting to impress. Mainly because he's the type that is he witnessed the other twos actions he'd role his eyes and call them a showoff. He'd try to impress them by showing how much attention he's been paying to them. Oh you're a fan of scenic views? Well Robin knows just the place to show you in the simulator room, or he's found a spot on your latest mission with him. You need more QP, well Robin Hood always gives to those in need. No idea how he got it though.
