not sure if reqs are open but could you write qifrey x reader (romantic) having their first makeout session? Kinda suggestive mb!!
WHAT'S PLAYIN'? ─── KISS IT BETTER (RIHANNA) ♬.ᐟ
FEATURING ᯓ♪ qifrey x reader ♬.ᐟ
ARTIST ᯓ♪ i wanna kiss this man so bad oh my god. no beta btw, im gonna pass the fuck out ♬.ᐟ
qifrey is a closet tease of a man.
qifrey may not have the experience of a romance guru, but he definitely knows what to do to make your heart flutter the way a butterfly flies around.
he knows how to run his mouth; complimenting you with the right words, calling you names that's rottenly sweet, caresses that range from gentle until it gets too hot to touch, and ridiculously too caring for your own good. it's almost deadly, when he would lean closer to your face to whisper flowery words in your ear–you swear he does it on purpose, the quirk of his lips whenever you fail to form a steady set of words or stammer through your sentences and the breathy laugh that escapes his lips are enough evidences.
qifrey knows his way with his hands.
the placement of his hands on you can come in different ways; it's soft when he caresses the apples of your cheeks, his lithe fingers gently wiping your tears away. it turns hot when he wipes a speck of frosting from the corner of your lips before mindlessly licking the substance from the same finger, all while looking straight into your eyes with a dismissive hum. it feels like home when he runs his fingers down your shoulder blades, keeping you close in a warm and cozy embrace while the both of you rest on the couch after a long day, humming softly into your ears to sing you to sleep. until suddenly his hands find themselves resting under the cloth of your top and on the small of your back, fingers tracing the skin with patterns that you recognize to be seals and sigils, ignoring the way you shudder and the goosebumps on your skin–you can tell he loves the quiet whines and hums you make from the rise and fall of his chest, a throaty chuckle and the pounding of his heart from where your ears rest on top of him. qifrey may be as inexperienced as you are, but he definitely has more confidence than you when it comes to kissing.
it wasn't your first kiss per se, but it certainly never escalated to such heights until now.
“hi.”
with your breath practically stolen and lips kissed swollen, breaths mingled with his. you certainly did not expect him to suddenly kiss you out of nowhere; specifically the kitchen, where you had never done such an intimate exchange before and where anyone could walk in on you. although, there's not much to worry about, it was already past the girls bed time and olruggio is probably a slave to his work at the moment. really, there's nothing to worry about.
other than the fact that he has you pressed against the kitchen countertop and you feel like fainting from the way his hand wraps around your hips. oh god, you're starting to feel a little light headed, are you supposed to tell him that? is that normal?
what had gone to his head that he suddenly felt like torturing you?
“relax a little, my love, you're so tense.”
“could you really blame me?”
qifrey laughs against your cheek, nuzzling his nose against yours with a playful graze. oh, he is, so, going to be the death of you. you hope to see the daylight still, god have mercy.
oh, he's tracing kisses along your jaw now. what has gotten into your dangerous lover?
“qifrey!”
“hm?”
he has the audacity to hum in question, all the while his teeth nips at the skin under your jaw, before one of his hands tilts your head to his direction, lips barely touching as he stares at you with such intensity. why does he stare at you so? you'll end up melting on the spot, you're pretty sure he's aware of it just from the way the mirth in his eyes sparkles a bit at the hitch of your breath.
“you're doing this on purpose.”
“doing what, my love?”
“killing me.”
he chuckles, forehead nudging your playfully.
“that would be horrifying, i much prefer you alive and well. in my arms, specifically. with my lips on yours.”
“oh my god.”
“won't that be lovely?”
“just stop talking.”
you would love to listen to his laugh a little longer, but he was enjoying himself too much and the only way to silence him is to give him a taste of his own medicine. the kiss was clumsy, you placed too much force leaning forward, but the way he hummed against you is a telltale that he didn't mind it one bit. as long as you're kissing him, it seems.
it didn't feel rushed, despite the way his lips molded against yours. it felt like a myriad of things; warm and moist, soft and firm, sensual and cozy, a messy arrangement of things that makes sense for just the both of you. it's qifrey, and you will take whatever he gives you, even in the form of messy lips taking turns ravaging the other. he tilts his head, deep voice humming softly when you gasp at the feeling of his teeth sinking into the plump flesh of your swollen lips and you moan his name in return.
a shiver of delight travels across his spine. he wants to hear you again.
and then there's his tongue, sneaking a taste of your lips after a sharp intake of breath, another moan when his hand find its way under your top and clutches your waist in a firm grip.
you're pretty sure you're seconds away from fainting and yet he had no intentions of letting you part from him.
insatiable and hungry, that's what he is.
“qifrey.”
“say it again, my love.” his breath fans against your wet lips, and you're flustered to see the string that connects both of you. “say my name until it's the only thing you can think of.”
HI HELLO i recently discovered this blog and your writing is so good. Could I maybe request olruggio with an awkward, nervous/shy partner? Just in case you’d prefer more detail, anything that has to do with first kisses, cuddles, and/or falling asleep in each others arms!
Don’t rush and feel free to ignore this if you don’t want to do it ❤️ thank u and have a nice day
WHAT'S PLAYIN'? ─── SUN AND MOON (ANEES) ♬.ᐟ
FEATURING ᯓ♪ olruggio x shy!reader ♬.ᐟ
ARTIST ᯓ♪ another rq for wha! more wha rqs pls i love these small cute blurbs ♬.ᐟ
aside from the tragedy that is his crush for qifrey when they were younger, olruggio has never been with anyone in an intimate set up.
so when he met you, endearing and lovely you, he fumbled so badly.
it would take so long for the two of you to get anywhere in this relationship. seriously, olruggio doesn't have much experience–if there's any at all to begin with– and you were too shy to approach him first.
insert; tired and sick of watching the quick glances and ‘heart eyes shared between the two of you without the other knowing about it’ qifrey–the best wingman and bestest slash ex-crush to ever exist in olruggio's tragic love life.
without him, olruggio wouldn't have any good enough excuse to have you around!
the first date? it was qifrey and the girls setting up the backyard of the atelier to look sparkly and cozy. olruggio ended up embarrassing himself by tripping on grass. (he watched you laugh with the whole galaxy sparkling behind you. it made him think you were an angel sent from heaven, so that's considered a win, right? qifrey never fails to remind him of his embarrassment though.)
fortunately, he got over the initial bashfulness and got the right to watch you stumble over your words and shy away from him without fumbling.
just then did he truly appreciate the way you fidget with your robes whenever you're nervous, how the tips of your ears burn at the slightest touch from him, your awkward avoidance of making eye contact because you can't handle the intensity of his stare (can you blame him? you're quite the sight for sore eyes), and the quick beating of your heart whenever he has you in his arms. he can listen to the rhythm of your heart forever, it lulls him to sleep as quick as lightning.
the first kiss was as fleeting as a butterfly grazing the tips of his fingers.
honestly, he didn't think much of how to do it, it just happened like it was meant to be a part of his routine.
a soft good morning kiss on the corner of your lips while the two of you were huddled for warmth and an even softer hum of adoration when you buried yourself into his arms. he'd cocoon you in his arms forever if he could, you fit so well in the crook of his forearms and the slope of your waist is the perfect resting place for his hands. he likes the shudder that travels across your skin when he tickles you, caressing the skin underneath with bated breath.
and when you nuzzle under his chin?
holy heavens, olruggio has melted into a puddle of goo-ey affection for you.
"you're so warm.” you would whisper into the skin of his neck, resting your lips against the warmth of his adam's apple. you can't resist the smile on your face when he audibly gulps.
perhaps he's not the only one slowly getting used to the intimate touches and affection.
what he loves most is when you're resting above him.
the hammock in his room can only have so much room for two people, so the only available space is on top of him.
it took a lot of awkward limbs shuffling around to make room for comfy-ness, but it was still the best sleep olruggio has had in months! waking up was a struggle, he barely wants to get up from the bundle that is you in his very strong arms. the peaceful look on your face is a sight in the morning, the light from the only window in his room creates a halo around your ruffled hair, but it made you all the most wonderful in his eyes.
“good morning, angel.”
his rough morning voice whispered into your ear is certainly a way to wake up.
“hi, good morning.”
your voice was meek, a little raspy from sleep, but it made you all the more precious in olruggio's eyes. you were huddled atop his chest, a blanket thrown over your back. his eyes automatically zeroed into the exposed skin on your shoulder, bringing forth a flush on his cheek before he pulls the blanket up to your chin, his cheek pressed on the top of your hair. the flush worsens when you nuzzled closer. soon enough, the warmth and the smell of your shampoo pulled him to another hour of sleep.
it's too early for his heart to beat this fast anyway, might as well spend another hour or two under the comforting weight of your body.
I'm supposed to write a smut fic for a friend who's itching for me to write her something, and I picked Qifrey and now HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WRITE HIM IF I CAN'T DECIDE IF I WANNA HAVE HIM DOM OR SUB CUZ LIKE HE'S KINDA BOTH AND I CAN'T WRITE ALL 50 SCENARIOS AT ONCE HELP-
And the plot is a whole other problem cuz I need at least 1k worth of plotline to even get to the shmexy stuff
