Summary: Blade x GN!reader where he feels restless so he pulls you into an alleyway to lose himself in you.
a/n : hello! first ever fic on here and i start with this⌠here's a small contribution to the blade x reader nation. this was very self indulgent if you couldn't tell. possible ooc? im trying to get the hang of writing blade :)
The air in the city was thick, humid, and far too loud for Bladeâs liking at all. The constant chatter of the crowds and the glow of the neon lights felt like needles pressing against his temples. It's annoying. He's been trying to focus but his restlessness was a physical ache, a craving for something he didn't know. He needed a distraction, something to tether his drifting soul back to the present. As his mind searched through the haze of his irritation, there was only one presence that could offer the solace he craved.
You.
As if drawn by some invisible thread of fate, he realized you were nearby. Without a single word, Blade reached out, his hand encased in the dark, sleek fabric of his black glove. His fingers curled around your wrist with a suddenness that made your heart leap, his grip firm but lacking its usual lethality.
"Hm?" A soft sound escaped your lips as you felt the sudden pressure around your wrist. Startled by the unexpected contact, you turned around to face the stranger who had abruptly interrupted your thoughts, your eyes slightly widening in mild surprise as they landed on the unmistakable, brooding silhouette of Blade. Before you could even draw enough breath to form a single word or ask what he wanted, he moved. There was no hesitation in his actions, only a quiet, driving intent that seemed to bypass the need for conversation entirely.
You found yourself swept along in the silent wake of his presence, the vibrant world around you dissolving into a dizzying blur of neon streaks and muffled noise as he pulled you toward the edges of the light. His long, dark blue hair swayed as he moved, the crimson tips catching the dying glimmers of the city's glow like fading embers before he ducked your head down as he led you into the deep, swallowing shadows of a narrow, secluded alleyway.
Blade didn't speak. He moved closer, his tall frame looming over you. With a movement that was surprisingly fluid, he guided you backward. His touch was uncharacteristically gentle. He stepped forward and you stepped back. The momentum of his advance continued until the sudden, biting chill of the damp brick wall pressed firmly against your spine, the rough texture grounding you in the moment. He pinned you within the small sanctuary he had carved out of the darkness.
The alleyway was a suffocatingly tight space, a narrow vein of shadow carved between the towering buildings of the city. Caught completely off guard by the suddenness of his movement and the overwhelming presence of him, you found yourself looking up. "Blade?" You whispered, your voice sounding soft in the heavy quiet of the gloom. You tilted your head to the side, searching his face for a sign. "IsâŚsomething wrong?"
The question was tentative, laced with a gentle concern that seemed to pierce through his brooding exterior. He didn't reply immediately, instead he loomed over you and for a moment, he stared down at you with those piercing red eyes, looking restless. The usual cold indifference in his gaze was replaced by a quiet hunger, a craving for something that wasn't blood. When he finally leaned in, his movements were devoid of his usual nature. His lips met yours with softness. It was a slow, dragging kiss, tasting of desperation and a silent plea for grounding.
As his hands wandered, you expected his calloused, heavy touch, but he was unnervingly careful. His gloved hand slid up to cup your jaw, his thumb tracing your cheekbone with a delicacy that seemed at odds with the scars hidden beneath his sleeves. He touched you as if you were made of spun glass, as if he were terrified that his very existence, his curse, his immortality, the Mara swirling within him might somehow bruise or break you.
His gloved hand, which had been tracing your jawline with such reverence, slid down the column of your throat. His thumb pressed against the pulse point at the base of your neck, feeling the frantic, rhythmic thrum of your heart. He seemed to linger there, his gaze dropping to follow the movement of his own hand. He was watching the way you reacted to him, a silent observer of the vitality he so desperately lacked.
Then, his hand drifted lower. He pulled back just a fraction, his forehead resting against yours. His breath was shallow, and for a fleeting second, the brooding swordsman looked vulnerable. "Stay quiet," he murmured, his voice a low rasp that vibrated against your skin. His hand drifted down to your waist, pulling you a fraction closer, his touch still so light it was almost a question. The sensation of his lips returning to yours was enough to make your knees buckle.
One moment, his grip on your waist was firm, his fingers digging slightly into the fabric of your coat, grounding you so you wouldn't slide down the wall. The next, his touch became a searing caress, his palm sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, finding the warmth of your skin. His touch was hot feverish, almost as if he were trying to leech the warmth from your body to soothe the eternal chill of his own. He had to admit you looked ethereal even in the dark gloom of this alleyway.
As you leaned into him, your senses reeling from the sheer gentleness of it, you felt his hand shift. His bandaged fingers slid into the hair at the back of your head, tangling between your hair. He didn't grab or pull, instead, he cradled your skull, his palm cold and steady against your scalp. The way he held you as if you were a precious relic he had stumbled upon in a wasteland sent a shiver through your entire frame. It was a terrifying kind of intimacy. Blade let out a low, almost imperceptible hum against your mouth, a sound of relief.
The restlessness that had driven him to pull you into this alley seemed to settle, replaced by a heavy, melancholic heat. He tilted your head back slightly, deepening the kiss even more, his fingers remained tangled in your hair, keeping you close, keeping you there. In the cramped darkness, the only thing that existed was the scent of him something metallic and old, like rain on steel and the overwhelming, tender weight of his presence. He seemed to be searching for something in the taste of your lips. "Bladeâ"
The sound of your voice, a mere breath of a whisper, seemed to ripple through him like a stone dropped into a still pool. At the mention of his name, the rhythm of the kiss faltered for a heartbeat. Blade pulled back just enough to look at you, his face still inches from yours. In the dim, filtered light of the alley, his crimson eyes seemed to glow with a haunted intensity. There was a flicker of something pain, perhaps, or a deep seated longing that crossed his features before he could mask it with his usual stoicism. To hear his name spoken so softly, with such intimacy.
"âŚHm," he grunted softly, a low vibration in his chest. It was his way of acknowledging you, a way of saying he heard you without having to find the words he often lacked. He didn't pull away, though. Instead, he leaned back in, his nose brushing against yours, his breath warm against your lips. The hand at the back of your head tightened ever so slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to ensure you couldn't drift away from him.
"Don'tâŚ" he started, his voice cracking slightly before he steadied it. He trailed off, unable to finish the thought at all. "Don't call me that so sweetly," he wanted to say. "Don't look at me that way."
Instead, he simply closed the distance again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more desperate. It was no longer just a gentle exploration; it was a silent, bruising confession. He pressed his body more firmly against yours, the hard lines of his muscular frame a stark contrast to your touch, as if he were trying to merge his fractured existence with your steady, living warmth.
Bladeâs hands slid down to your waist, his grip was firm, the leather of his gloves cool against your skin. With a sudden, swift motion, he lifted you, pulling you upward until your thighs instinctively wrapped around his waist to maintain your balance. The sudden change in height brought you face to face, your breath mingling in the small gap between you. Blade didn't kiss you immediately. Instead, he held you there, his strong arms supporting your weight with ease, his gaze locked onto yours. His cheeks were stained with a visible flush, the heat radiating from his skin as he stared into your eyes with an intensity that was almost overwhelming.
He looked cute.
He looked as if he were seeing something he couldn't quite comprehend or perhaps something he feared to want or desire. The usual coldness of his crimson eyes had thawed into something raw and vulnerable. He seemed mesmerized, his chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm that told you exactly how much this moment was affecting him. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. The way he held you tense yet tender, as if you were the most fragile thing in existence spoke volumes.
"YouâŚ" he began, his voice a low, rough rumble that vibrated through your own chest. He stalled, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his expression. It was a rare sight, the immortal swordsman rendered momentarily speechless by the simple act of looking at you. His grip on your waist tightened slightly, a silent, desperate plea for you not to pull away. You gulped, unable to look away from those red eyes that were usually so sharp and piercing, so focused, were now so gentle.
Looking into his eyes felt like staring directly into the heart of a dying star. There was a gravitational pull to that crimson gaze. "Stay still," Blade murmured against your lips. As he leaned in again, the very nature of his touch shifted. It was still soft, still careful, but there was an underlying desperation to it now a silent, frantic demand. His lips moved against yours with a slow, dragging heat that made your head spin and your pulse hammer in your ears. Every time he pulled back just a millimeter, it was only to catch a frantic breath before diving back in, his kisses becoming more feverish.
The way he held you, your legs locked around his waist, your bodies crushed together in the dark made it clear that the gentleness was a thin, fraying veil, a delicate layer of restraint draped over a much more violent, carnal desire that simmered just beneath his skin. You could feel it in the way his chest heaved against yours, the heat radiating from his body like a furnace, and the way his fingers occasionally twitched against your skin, as if he were fighting the urge to grip you with a desperate intensity. He wanted to drown in the sensation of your body pressed against his.
His hips tilted upward, a slow, heavy movement that was a silent, devastating promise of what was to come. He began to grind against you, a rhythmic, agonizingly slow pressure that sought to erase every millimeter of air between your skin and his.
âPleaseâŚ" The word was barely a breath, a broken, pathetic sound that escaped his throat, unbidden and raw. He didn't even seem to realize that he had said it. His forehead slumped against your shoulder, his breath coming in jagged, uneven hitches that felt like he was drowning.
"In here?" You whispered, the question leaving your lips in a trembling breath, but as you gazed into his crimson eyes, you had your answers from them. There was a subtle tug at the corner of his lips.
nsfw | phainon x fem!reader, flame reaver x fem!reader, khaslana x fem!reader, irontomb x fem!reader
note: YES theyâre all yanderes!!!! (and reader-chan is certified freak)
note 2: ukrainian version on my ao3
somewhere between the cruelest dream and the sweetest nightmare, there were four suns. one sun had eyes of bright sky, the eyes of another sun were like an endless golden wheat field, the empty eyes of the third sun were a bottomless abyss, and the fourth sun had eyes of ruby blood. you were captivated by them.
these embraces were scorching hot. phainon sat at your right side, leaving trails of kisses along your neck. khaslana was at your left, just caressing your face, breathing your honeyed scent. reaver buried his face in your chest, desperately savoring your heartbeat through open-mouthed kisses. and Irontombâthis uncanny, inhuman version of your dearest belovedâwas at your knees, leaving half-kisses and half-bites on the soft flesh of your thighs.
you were in a daze, paralyzed by those overwhelming feelings yet enchanted by them. as if sensing your wandering mind, khaslana firmly cupped your face and turned it toward him.
âdonât you dare to ignore me, us,â but he didnât give you a chance to answer, sealing your lips with a kiss. his tongue slipped in your mouth, exploring every corner, dancing with yours. so deepâhe became your oxygen.
and almost immediately, irontomb demanded your attention too. âeyes on me, eyes on me~â through the kiss, you turned your gaze toward him just to see how he ripped off your panties. he immediately brought them up to his face, licking, teasing himself with your taste.
phainon half-groaned, half-whined, snatching your panties from irontombâs handsâhe wanted a taste too. but you were too embarrassed with two men tasting your in such a way, so you pulled away from khaslana and kissed phainon, grabbing him by the hair so he wouldn't go back to his previous idea. he was more than content with your ways.
your kiss did not last long. the moment reaver breathed your name out, you leaned toward him to leave a trail of kisses across his scarred face, which eventually led to his mouth. left as the only one who didn't get your kiss, irontomb decided to kiss your other lips, so he aimed straight at your cunt, and he wrapped his lips around your clit. it sent shivers down your spine, making you moan into the kiss with reaver. irontomb was satisfied as hell. you felt like you were melting; every fiber of your being went into overdrive.
âtime to prepare you for me,â he traced your pussylips with his tongue, dragging long strips along your slit, making you jolt. you felt irontombâs fingers on your folds, almost breaching inside. but his aspirations were put to a stop by khaslana. you whined from the loss; your body demanded more of those scorching feelings, luckily, even if golden-eyed man pushed him aside, he took his place.
âyouâre too fucking greedy,â he almost hissed, but his tone immediately changed when he kissed your mound, moving down to your clit. he blew a stream of hot air at you and then left a light kiss, that soon turned into suction. his moves were much more gentle, and his tongue drew feather-like eights. âbut i understand, sheâs too sweet to stay away from her.â
then you felt fingers, but the scarred texture of skin gave away that it wasnât khaslana, but reaver. his two thick fingers alternated between scissoring and thrusting in and out. he sensually dragged his digits, finding all your sensitive spots, rubbing against your velvety walls. khaslana and reaver worked, surprisingly, well together. their tandem made your mind foggy from pleasure.
you couldnât contain your moans, and phainon pulled away from your hickey-covered neck just to watch your expressions. your pleasure-drunk expressions were so sweet to him, like heavenly ambrosia. his hand almost unconsciously went to his cock, pumping it up and down, his fingers wrapped tight around hot flesh, imitating how your pussyâd squeezed him. and, maybe, irontomb wasn't the greediest, but phainon was. because he just couldnât feel anything from his mere hand when you were this close to him.Â
he traced your lips with his tip, smearing precum, making you open your mouth. he filled your taste buds with his saltiness, and you teased his tip with your tongue to feel more.
 your jaw stretched to accommodate his thick length, and phainon couldnât help but thrust deeper into your mouth because of your adorable endeavors.
khaslanaâs licks became more harsh and desperate, making you moan louder. your sounds sent vibrations down phainonâs length, and he couldnât help the desperate whimper. your sounds intertwined into a heated symphony of lust. it made your walls clench around reaverâs fingers, and he muted his sounds by wrapping his mouth around your nipple, biting it hard.
âand who's greedy now?â irontomb, being left out, was enjoying the show in front of him despite his words. his gaze met yours, and he decided to put on a show for you on purpose in return. he slowly dragged his fingers along prominent veins on his shaft, drawing teasing traces to his mushroom tip. he teasingly poked your cheek with his tip, which is why phainon pushed him away.
you were left breathless, your heart pounding like a drum, your eyelashes fluttering, your eyes unfocused, your face flushed, and a trickle of saliva mixed with precum was running from the corner of your mouth. every fiber of your being felt their attention on you. they proved with their touches that you were the center of their universe.
khaslana couldn't allow you to get too distracted, so he doubled his efforts on your clit, sometimes even grazing the bud of nerves with his teeth, completely drunk on how you tasted. it sent sparks of electricity to your every nerve. tears fell from your eyes because of overstimulation, but you only arched your back to meet his passionate mouth. as if they understood each other without words, reaver added a third finger and sped up his rhythm. his mouth left a bite mark on your breast, and he moved to your other one to do the same.
it was too much, too much. pleasure vibrated through your whole body; heat in your tummy became fireworks. as if feeling that you achieved your peak, phainon pulled out from your mouth. he wanted to savor every sound you make when you climax.Â
only a few moments later, you came with a loud cry. scorching hot pleasure filled every part of your bodyâfrom your tummy to your fingertips. and while phainon and irontomb wanted nothing more than to look at the beauty of your orgasm, khaslana and reaver wanted to prolong your peak, to give you even more. soon your cry became weak whimpers from overstimulation, and only when you began to push them away from you did the men stop.
âwant more?â you didn't even realize who asked that; the only thoughts in your head were âmore, moreâ, so you just pulled one of them into a kiss.
âso, itâs finally my turn?â irontomb murmured against your mouth, biting your lips. you just stuck out your tongue and deepened the kiss, shoving it down his throat to silence him. it made him so damn happy, he grinned into the kiss.
a sudden sensation at your cunt made you break the kiss. the fat flushed tip of reaverâs cock prodded at your entrance, drawing slow circles but not giving what you oh so desperately wanted. you shifted, trying to pose yourself in a way that could make his dick slip inside you, but you realized that pahinonâs hands held you firmly in place.
âyouâre so warmâŚâ reaver whispered, kissing the shell of your ear. you just tangled your fingers in his hair; he was much warmer, scorchingly so.Â
one more kiss, but on your other ear, and you felt how irontomb changed his position to be behind you. his next move made you yelp because you felt his fingers on the tight ring of muscles of your ass hole. you gulped, but you didn't try to move away. you greedily wanted everything they could give you.
âcan i too? please⌠youâre so, so pretty, more beautiful than a dawnâ everything became a thousand times more intense when phainon lined his cock up to your pussy too, his hard length twitching against your slick folds. the grinding of two dicks at the same time was overwhelming, forcing you to cling to whatever you could reachâreaverâs hair, irontombâs arm, phainonâs shoulder, khaslanaâs waist.Â
you absolutely lost yourself when khaslanaâs cock touched your lips. your tongue immediately slipped to tease his tip with kitten licks. âyouâre such a good girl,â he gently stroked the top of your head to reward you for your efforts in pleasuring him.
it was already too much, but you knew it was so not enough. and, as if he had guessed what you were thinking, phainon pushed his cock inside. his huge length moved slowly, letting you feel every vein, every ridge, every inch. he shamelessly moaned from the heavenly feeling of your cunt. his first thrusts were shallow and quick, but after a few he changed to a slower yet more feverish rhythm.
you felt like you were floating among clouds, lost in a haze of lust. maybe, because of that haze, you didnât even realize that irontomb pushed inside your ass hole, even your own moans from his intrusion were something distant. you struggled to accommodate him, good thing that phainon stopped to give you some time to adjust. irontomb picked relentless peace from the start, making you gag on khaslanaâs cock. tears pricked at your eyes again, so reaver gently wiped them away. you saw how he held himself back to not push his cock into you, but you wanted him to do it more than anything. so you took matters into your own hands and reached out to his dick, giving him a hint to get inside. reaver hesitantly followed. your insides felt like they were burning because of the stretch; a touch of pain mingled with the overpowering pleasure, yet your pussy greedily sucked in both, phainon and reaver.
you felt as if warmed by four suns, as if captured in a sweet trap between four of them. they were your beloved cage. you felt so utterly theirâphainon, khaslana, reaver, inrontombâ how they left their marks on your soul. and you only could moan as if singing a song of your devotion to them. you all ceased to exist as separate beings and were reborn as one. mess of limbs, hot breath, moans and groans, cacophony of sounds of sweat-soaked skin slapping against skin.
suddenly, irontombâs hand was around your neck, making you squeeze around khaslana. slight asphyxiation made you feel pleasant, weightless dizziness as your vision blurred and your airflow was cut off. for a moment, you had thought he would push away red-eyed man, but khaslana just gently stroked your hair and whispered, âwhat a good girl you areâ. to those words, irontomb only chuckled and added that you were prettiest when you took their cocks.Â
phainonâs mouth was on your breasts, leaving trails of wet kisses, alternating them with playful bites. and you swore you could feel how he half-whispered, half-moaned how gorgeous you were. reaverâs hands were on your thighs, squeezing soft, supple flesh, holding you still and exposed for them, leaving reddish bruises. his eyes were focused on your chest, where his and phainonâs marks made breathtaking patterns of love and passion. how he murmured, âyouâre stunningâŚâ made you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
their every move was like pure devotion, unraveling your body. they all were so different, yet there was a harmony that cannot be described. khalsanaâs thrusts in your throat were slow and sensual. phainon was gentle yet feverish. irontomb forced himself inside you almost harshly. and reaver was so, so desperate, so deep that you felt his tip in your womb.Â
you felt a building knot in your lower belly. it was something between impending doom and intoxicating ecstasy. you savored their every thrust, touch, caress, and kiss. your nerves were set ablaze, your back arched, and colors bloomed behind your eyelids. and in one moment, you just crumbled. your whole body spasmed, and a desperate cry escaped your lips. clear liquid gushed from your pussy, wetting even more phainonâs and reaverâs cocks. you werenât even conscious enough to realize that you reached your peak; you were just a tangle of intense feelings, like tangled live wires.
somewhere on the edge of your consciousness, you caught their words of praise. but they were eclipsed by the feeling of pain on your shoulder, you saw out of the corner of your eye how irontomb bit you, even drawing blood. suddenly it had become clear how much rougher his thrusts became. a few of them, and you felt warmthâoverwhelming, scorching warmth of irontombâs cum in your ass. there were so much that his load spilled from you and down your thighs.Â
you couldnât contain a half-moan, half-cry. the vibrations of it were mind-shattering stimulation for khaslana with the way your throat spasmed around him. he pulled you closer, making your nose poke into his pubic bone. one, two shallow thrusts, and he spilled inside your willing mouth, making you swallow every drop of him. and suddenly a very lewd, totally cockdrunk thought sparked in your mindâhow delicious he was. it was that moment when you were sure that you would beg for another round for more of this taste.
spasms of your cunt were breathtaking, something that made phainon choke on his own ragged groans; even reaver couldnât contain his voice anymore. and such intense feelings made it clear that they too wouldnât last long. so, phainon and reaver changed the way they had pounded into you. before their movements were synchronic in a way that never left you emptyâwhen one was in, the other was out. and while chasing their climaxes, they started thrusting in you at the same time.
the closer reaver was to his climax, the more his cock swelled and his hips stuttered. he was so completely blissed out that he shamelessly reached to kiss you, despite khaslanaâs cum dripping from your chin. and maybe it was exactly that kiss that pushed him over the edge. yet at the last moment he pulled out and spilled on your tummy, drawing your skin with his milky white, you moaned because you wanted it inside, but reaver just stroked you in a comforting manner, smearing his load.
yet just like that, peak longing has turned into overstimulation. and phainon ever so attentive, noticed that soon another orgasm would overlap the previous one, so his mischievous fingers went to your clit. he matched the tempo of his touches with his thrust. but soon enough he realized that sweet clenching of your cunt became the end for him. his climax crashed upon him like a tidal wave. but even if it meant overstimulating himself, phainon wanted you to reach one more peak; he wanted you to milk every drop of him.
your third orgasm was like a supernovaâa powerful explosion of all-consuming pleasure that made your vision turn white. for a moment you felt like stardust, something shattered to myriad pieces that floated in warm darkness, yet your senses were heightened to the extreme.Â
you felt every phainonâs thrust, every twitch of his cock, and every drop of his cum inside you. only when you rode the last waves of your climax did phainon cease. almost immediately his finger collected your and his combined releases, and phainon put his digits into his mouth, savoring this divine taste. his eyes rolled back in his head; he was enjoying it that much.
the sight stirred something within reaver, so he gathered his cum with his digit and pushed his finger into your mouth, letting you taste him. and you immediately wrapped your tongue around it. and apparently he was not the only one affected, because khaslana gathered a trickle of his cum on your chin and pushed his digit into your mouth too. you were happy to give him your attention as well.Â
only that irontomb didnât give you a chance to properly clean their fingers. he harshly gripped your chin, turning you toward him. one moment of intense eye contact when he relished in your cockdrunk expression and irontomb spat right into your mouth, and to his utter enjoyment you almost immediately obediently swallowed.Â
you smiled at them. you were simply glad to take everything they gave you. it was you who threw away a key from that cage; you were ready to burn to ashes in the embrace of your four suns. and even when their warmth is too much, you'll always ask for more of their love.
âi want⌠more⌠please, please, one more round.â
Pantalone x Reader x Dottore (mainly Pantalone x reader)
Where, after Dottore's (Zandik, the original) death takes place, both you and Pantalone quietly mourn the Doctor. Ends up with domestic dottolone x reader scenario don't worry
Fluff, Angst, somewhat long drabble, not proofread i'm lazy
After Zandik's death, every interaction with Dottore felt a bit... unnatural. The original had vanished from existence, and only his creations remained standing.
Somewhere deep, buried within your heart you still missed Dottore. The original side of him. Even as grumpy and insufferable he was, you loved Zandik with all of your heart.
And so, years ago at Zandik's death, you had to leave that piece of heart behind.
Pantalone was always nearby; he made his mission to be next to you after the tragedy. You were surprised at seeing the fact that he somewhat.. moved on from Zandik, as the human part of him had been transferred eventually to Omega. The main segment of Dottore, and the one who wears your husband's face, yet is still.. not him.
You were the last one to come to the pair. You were the last one to come to love them both; Dottore and Pantalone.. and you were the last one to move on. Of course you eventually did; yet didn't miss every single time it hit the anniversary of his death. Dottore would have thought that putting flowers at his grave would be boring, repetitive, and useless. As they would die.
So, instead, to honour his wish, you placed plastic, resilient ones, and replaced them each year. Same day, same blue.
The feelings got lost in the past. Somewhere long ago. But the tradition remains.
Yet, despite your somewhat annoying tradition at this point, your two partners were always so dotting with you.
Pantalone always made sure to love and dot on you. He draped you in fine silk, with beautiful chunks of roses at your feet. He kissed your hands, both of them equally. He kissed the ring on your finger, then flipped your hand and kissed your wrist. Your veins, and up, up, up...
Dottore was more quiet with his affection. Not so loud, yet so vulnerable with you. At long, silent nights, he rubbed at your face with his long fingertips; hardened from so much experimenting. His love was more his than anything. He took care of little things, small problems that itched, and that only he could reach.
One day, it was the date of the original's death. You went calmly to the graveyard, and paid your respects as usual. Once you were back home, you decided to go to your lovely spouse, Pantalone. In days like this, neither of you liked to talk to Dottore. It was a sensitive moment that Omega just didn't posses the humanity to comprehend so.
You found your spouse sitting at the edge of his bed, your bed also. He was facing the wall with so much intensity, as he did not heard the door's creak when you opened it.
"... Darling?" You asked out loud as you walked closer to him. Your steps echoed in the long space of the room. You watched as Pantalone slowly looked back at you, his shoulders, always steady and ready for you to lie on them, now trembled just slightly under your gaze. His face was bare, no glasses in sight.
"Ah..." Pantalone whispered in realization. He brought his hand up to wipe at his eyes, then murmured back to you in that always composed tone of his. "Welcome, my treasure.. how was the visit?" You saw how his hands shifted amxiously on his lap, like ready to hide something, and that was when you realized.
Pantalone had some kind of long... book on his lap. "To keep memories intact! You can never trust the human mind as much as a book, he said when he bought it for you three. Your eyes drifted to it, and you heard Pantalone curse. But not at you. Oh never at you.
Pantalone patted the space next to him with a small, tender smile. You sat down, and he wasted no time in hugging you.
Pantalone was offering something. A tender and vulnerable moment on his chaotic life; he knew it was small, but it was something. You see that expression on his face, vey rare for an occupied business days.
He let go of you after a few seconds, but his hand remained securely on your back.
"I was.. observing some old pictures, my beloved." Your eyes drifted to his lap, where the book was at. He grabbed your hand, and spoke as he kissed it.
"You always get so.. sad, whenever the day comes. I see the light of your face wash off whenever the date arrives."
"So i.. " he pressed another kiss on your hand. "I thought we could take look at this. Together. It contains a bunch of pictures of ... him."
At the end of the book, Pantalone's head was resting on your lap. A rare moment of tenderness that he allowed himself to have by exposing out his heart.
Your fingers, so untoched compared to your spouses, carefully threaded through his hair. His mouth sung out a lullaby that didn't fit with the tone of his voice, but at the same time, it was so him. Your expression remained affectionate under his closed eyes, but you fully knew he was still watching you.
You leaned down and pecked his cheek, breaking the lullaby he sang. You chuckled, he did too. You pecked him once more, his forehead and his lips. But this time they brought you something rare.
A red peeked from his ears, and you had to take a second look make him realize.
"Oh, uhm," he murmured with an akward chuckle. "Well, after so much time, perhaps i am still not inmune to your charms."
The next day, Dottore saw you both. You looked giddier than usual, whenever Dottore raised his tone, grumpy like usual, you just weren't... there. Like your head was in a dream that you were not willing to wake up from. And Pantalone? That man wasn't any better. He looked surprisingly refreshed, as if he just had the best bath of his life.
"Hey, what is going on between you two?" Dottore pointed out accusingly. "You're both.. stupidly giddy, and for what i have observed, your dopamine leves are higher than usual,"
'"Are you both hiding something from me?"
You both shook your heads.
"My, my... are you jealous, perhaps? I wouldn't have dreamed of it."
You merely watched as Dottore gritted his teeth. You smiled, hid it beneath your hand. Pantalone patted the seat next to him on the couch, and Dottore, very much against his will, sat next to Pantalone.
"Did you eat chocolate? I've heard it makes humans quite happy.. any sweets?"
"Well, i sure eat a plenty of sweets." You teased back with a giggle, and Pantalone could only pat your back, as he was discreetly laughing too. Dottore merely swatted at both of you.
real thoughts cuz do u guys think mortenax blade's hair turns white if you give good head ??
ĘâĄÉฺăămain m.listăŕžŕ˝˛á¨Ż â cw. nsfw & 18+ content ahead, blowjob, hate sex, i didn't do the most recent mission i just got him lol. part two maybe...
m note: please ill actually write pt 2 if i get his light cone
mortenax blade hates your guts. and it's getting him off how well you can fight back.
you two were just arguing in the rain,
harshly,
vigorously,
insulting.
it was mean, and that's how it's always been between the two of you. arguments would always end up with swords at each other's throats, or one arm around the other's neck,
you two would always be at each other's necks. and you both came to terms with the fact that neither of you would ever get along. and that was fine, to be sworn enemies is just as valuable as sworn lovers.
so what got you on your knees bobbing your head up and down on his shaft?
having unbuckled his belt not so long ago in the sopping wet rain, it was a lot easier than you thought it would've been. especially when his hand buried itself deep in your scalp, pushing your head back up and down,
"yeah? dirty little mouth o- of yours, haah... taking my cock- mmmfgh, s'well..." sitting down on dirty cobblestone walls that originally protected now-dead plants,
you two were barely covered by leaves of trees and bamboo that stemmed from the ground up. your hands planted firmly on the floor while you had managed to swirl your tongue around his tip,
the stinging taste of rain on his shaft made you choke a little, drool drips down from your lips even as you, but to blade?
there was just something to see his mortal enemy let out silly little muffled moans while trying their best to take his length down their throat. grasping the tufts of your hair only intensified,
"f- uuck, fuck, look at me in the eyes, [name]. look. at. me."
enjoying his dominance over you for once, blade couldn't handle the way you were teasing him not so long ago; slowly letting your warm mouth take over his cock felt more than just euphoric.
it frustrated him at how good you felt, how nice your tongue was on the head of his dick, so blade prefers it much more when he has you going up and down on him in short bursts,
face fucking you was mandatory, but you hadn't noticed the way he was tearing up at how good you felt.
you could see how blade would bite his lip, his pace that controlled your mouth suddenly slows down, keeping you halfway around his base,
but when you finally get to breathe?
you still find yourself wanting to tease him, even with wet hair, even when the rest of your body fell slippery, licking stripes up blade's length mixed with the chilly weather made him shiver.
swiping your tongue against the slit that was slowly starting to reach its climax, you made sure to keep eye contact before swallowing blade's cock once more,
watching it disappear into your mouth making him groan loudly,
another thing you should've expected out of blade though-
was when he suddenly pushes your head down till your face meets his base, making you choke suddenly, his pulsing shaft finally coming down your throat. seed covering every inch of your mouth, your eyes widening in surprise.
his hair had completely whitened, a gray-ish hue is stuck on the tips of the tresses that usually wore black.
blade's eyes had glew a brief red, the kind that would only illuminate him when
he combs through your hair before bringing your face up to kiss you on the lips. it was ravaging, and fucking hungry.
blade's hair slowly returned to its usual dark, navy blue, now having you sat over his lap, his cock still raging hard between his legs.
"need to take care of this until it goes away, right?"
mafia boss! bottom! sub! Male! character x top! Male! Dom! Sadistic! Mafia enforcer! Reader
âS-stop! Y-you fuc-ahhh-ing bastard!â He sobbed out, biting down on his bottom lip leaving it split and bleeding, when you roughly thrust into his ruined hole. The head of your cock ramming into his abused prostate.Â
Low muttered volatile curses in foreign language left his lips. The sharp pain mixed with pleasure forced out watery cum that spat out of his cock, spattering on his stomach and face. His body rocking involuntarily with the movements of your thrusts.Â
âY-you took enough! S-stop!!â He choked out, fat tears unknowingly rolling down his cheek mixing with his cum. Its salty taste clung to his lips falling onto his tongue.Â
âHave I?â You slow just enough to make it look like your actually considering it. Glazed over eyes meet yours, a broken sob leaving his swollen lips.Â
âY-yes! P-please stopâŚmercy!â He begged, despite the humiliation that burned in his veins. His hands fisted against the sheets, fingernails digging into the silk sheets.
âWell, thatâs for me to decide.â You give a sharp grin and continue. Shoving your thick cock in again, hitching his hips higher to press in deeper. A sharp whine like noise leaving his lips.Â
âNo no no! Do-donât or..or!â He sobbed louder, wailing his words broken with hitched breaths as he desperately tried to suck in air. One last sharp thrust that pressed in deeper, deeper that he could have thought was possible.Â
âOr Iâll cum!â He let out a broken sob, face twisted in pleasure, arching into the touch, crying as he finished. Cum splattered in an arch against your both chest, untouched squirting like a bitch in heat.Â
The great mafia leader reduced to a begging slut.Â
Pain mixed with pleasure in a delicious combination that sent him spiraling when you didnât stop. The long drag of your cock taking against his abused walls, pressing against his sweet spot with relentless pressure.
âAh ah! St-stop! Plâease!!â The words barely registered to him. All he could feel was the intense pleasure that kept washing over him in waves consuming him, pulling him under a hazy of pleasure and overstimulation.Â
Your hands on his body and lips agaisnt his skin sent warm sparks of pleasure, drowned out by each thrust.Â
He couldnât keep going. He was too old for this. To be used recklessly, forced to come multiple times and toyed with.Â
But he couldnât help the pleasure that came with it. His cock laid soft agaisnt his stomach, even with his stamina depleted, the dizzying pleasure and pain, that forced his cock to harden to half mast.Â
Your hot thick cock stretching out his hole like a fuck toy. Legs forced up held in a bruising grip. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh punctuated with the lewd slick of lube making the glide of your cock easier, driving him crazy.Â
He doesnât even remember when he passed out. All he remembers is being manhandled into a different position. Thighs raised up and hip canted out, and the sting of your teeth that forced a keening whine out his throat.Â
And then your hand a tight firm grip wrapped around the base of his cock. The callous of your palm from years of handling weapons tugging against the over sensitive skin, the veins throbbing warm against your palm.Â
His eyes squeezed shut like he could hide form the humiliation. Moans forced out his throat, from the dual sensation of being used and jerked off.Â
âF-fuckkk! Stâp!â He begged hands wrapped around your shoulder to hold on. Nails dug into your skin. It felt so good. Too good, your hand jerking his cock at a slow pace. brutal pace of your hips thrusting against his.Â
There was no relief, not a thought in his head. Only you, your cock molding his hole to fit it, marks that burned on his skin with shame and the way you kept him in place.Â
He couldnât cum. He couldnât keep up to you. You just took and took and all he could do was beg and give.Â
âWho do you like better now, boss?â You purred low and gravely into his ear pounding into his ass.
He could barely think about your question, fucked to incoherency. He winched and let out a whine when your hand pressed tighter around his cock at his non-response.Â
âAnswer me, boss.â Your mouth teased his earlobe. Teeth scraping against it and the sensitive spot behind it. âWho do you like better? That bloodhound of yours? Or me?â
Ah. Is that why you were punishing him?Â
In the back of his mind, where he still had a bit of his sanity, he knew who you were talking about.
A new recruit whoâd risen up the ranks fast. Bloodthirsty, ruthless and loyal, the perfect person to hold close and use.Â
Were you mad that people had been gossiping about him being better than you? That he had a new favorite?
He meant nothing to him. You were his everything. He was obsessed with you. Why else would he let you do this to him? Manhandle and use him like a cheap whore?
He reached up with a shaky hand to touch your cheek. You tilted your head and kissed his palm, obedient on the surface but your eyes on him were feral and dark.Â
âY-yâu,â he slurred. He could barely function. His tongue heavy and eyes half lidded but the insistent heat in his stomach and your dumb thick cock refused to let him drift off. âMmn⌠noân⌠but yâu..âÂ
Your lips curled into a smile that had more sharp teeth than anything. Your pace sped back up as heat builds up more nearing your climax. âThatâs right. Only I can make you feel like this.â
As you thrusted in deeper and spilled into his ruined hole. He was beyond gone.Â
He couldnât think anymore. Cock weakly twitching when he ejaculated again, watery cum forced out the angry tip. Barely a few drops, his cock was flushed a heated red and soft against his navel. His vision flickering to black again.Â
What more could he want with you here?
You were all he needed, and he was everything you needed. If making you jealous and possessive was what it took to make you admit it, heâd play dirty without a shred of guilt.
Mistletoe kisses with S/O, Olruggio, and Qifrey. Having them everywhere so the smooches never ever stop. I feel like Qifrey would explode. His husband and their darling won't stop kissing him!!
Maybe not mistletoes, cause idk if they would have the same meaning in that universe but maybe something equivalent, Tetia actually puts them everywhere in the atelier cause she loves love.
"You do not have to follow these rules-hm!" Qifrey jumps when Olruggio tucks in close and kisses him, the mistletoe hanging just above their heads. You giggle as you watch them, their clothes brush against each other as Olruggio's hands creep underneath Qifrey's cloak and settle on his waist.
Tetia had planted the darn things throughout the atelier and you and Olruggio were in the mood to play along. You'd already attacked Qifrey twice in the hall already, once when he left the bedroom and another right before he entered the bathroom. The plants were everywhere.
Qifrey balances his hands on Olruggio's shoulders rolling his eyes as he pulls away. You hop up from your spot and skip to them looking up at him expectantly. "Yes?" Qifrey questions.
You point to your lips innocently, eyes gesturing towards the plant. You were under it now, which meant it was your turn. "More?" he sighs.
"Olly will do it." You pout. Olruggio chuckles and obliges, pressing his lips to yours playfully. You dramatically bring your hands up, cradling his face as he arches over you, his hands supporting your lower back. He dips you low and your leg kicks out for balance, you're both watching Qifrey out of the corner of your eyes. See, you could do this too.
You can practically hear Qifrey roll his eyes. When Olruggio straightens, he pats your bottom for good measure you laugh and then spin back to Qifrey, "Well?"
"You have had enough today." He says as he begins to walk away. He makes it to the archway before you yell at him. Technically, you've had twice as many than Olruggio but who's counting?
"Wait!" You know you're being dramatic.
"Yes?" Qifrey entertains you, spinning on his heel. You point to the top of the arch, where other mistletoe sits. Qifrey sighs, he may have to ground Tetia for this. He has things to get done, he does not have time to kiss someone every 5 feet!
You skip forward and place your hands on his chest, standing on your toes to kiss him again. He returns in, bemused. You smile against his mouth. "Thank you."
Qifrey presses his fingers against his lips, at this rate they'll be swollen by the end of the day but he can't help the smile that stretches across his face.
Olruggio nudges you out of the way, cupping Olruggio's cheek and pulling him down for yet another kiss. Qifrey melts a little, pressing back as you watch them. You always enjoy seeing them play with one another. Olruggio pulls away but Qifrey is actually the one who pushes back, catching Olruggio's lips once more. You giggle.
When Qifrey seperates for the final time, Olruggio looks dazed, and he says quickly, "there, now you are both even." He turns and whips his cloak behind him, the end of it brushes you in the face. He looks at you over his shoulder as continues on.
"I have lessons to outline. I will see you both, later." There's a twinkle in his eye that tells you he's concocting a plan of his own, and that you and Olruggio are going to be his test subjects.
You laugh, well at least you have something to look forward to this evening.
Blade isnât very verbally outward in his affection for you, but he more than makes up for it with his actions.
âHave you eaten?â
âŚeven if you did eat something beforehand, Blade would shake his head stubbornly. âThatâs not good enough,â he would say archly, and insist on making you something more fulfilling. Never mind that you tell him youâre already full â perhaps the food he cooks can be eaten later at least, but do let him make you something. Itâs not a request.
âAre you taking care of yourself?â
If there are things youâre struggling with getting done, heâll make sure he keeps you company to help you out. Be it upkeep in your hygiene, getting little chores done, or simply getting some fresh air together. He knows what itâs like to neglect himself, and now that heâs reached the end of his own tunnel, heâs more than determined to walk you out of it as well.
âDid you sleep well?â
You might tell him you were up late last night and couldnât sleep all that well, to which Blade would fix you with a frown. âWhy were you up so late?â
That wonât do. He has his ingenia to help you with that, providing you soothing music. But he wonât just stop there; heâll ensure he gets you a warm cup of chamomile or turmeric milk for the next night.
And if those donât work, Blade certainly has his own ways of getting you to bed nice and early. He quickly learns that tiring you out does the trickâŚso rest assured he will pull out all the stops to ensure you fall into satiated exhaustion in his arms.
When you and Blade first get together, he's still hesitant with physical affection. He's scared to be seen as vulnerable after having locked his heart away for so long. It took a lot of time and patience before he allowed himself to open up to you.
Even after years of being together, pda just wasn't his cup of tea. But when you're alone, he's a completely different man altogether.
Walking into your shared bedroom after a long day of being harassed by Kafka and Silverwolf, he automatically softens at the sight of you lying in bed, mindlessly reading on your phone to pass the time. He silently kicks off his boots before opening your arms and laying on your chest.
You huff a soft laugh and turn off your phone to give him your full attention. "You okay?" you ask quietly, threading your fingers through his soft hair.
His reply is a grumble as he nuzzles into you. He's still slightly propped up on his arms, worried about crushing you. "You can lay on me, I promise it's okay." you softly reassure him. He hesitantly puts all of his weight on you as you continue to play with his hair.
"Relax, you're home now."
He melts at your soft words. Even after years, he still can't believe he found someone so soft, so caring. He loves you so much that it terrifies him.
He whispers something that sounds awfully close to "I love you" as his breathing evens out for the night.
a/n: here's a chapter, nothing weird going on...not at all. (also, please do not ask to be added to a tag list, I do not do them.)
Summary: You're happy. You have a lovely home, a wonderful husband and four bright girls. So, why does Olruggio suddenly make your heart race? And why does Qifrey not seem to mind?
Pairing: Poly!Qifrey/Reader/Olruggio
Genre: Romance, Drama, Hurt/Comfort
Tags: qifrey is a freak and olruggio has a panic attack; reader is a mother figure to the girls, multichapter, Established Relationship, polyamory, love confessions, major character injury, accidental love confessions, angst, hurt/comfort, original characters used as plot devices, cross-posted to AO3, no beta cause i post for fun and for free
Word count: 4,194
Rating: T/M
chapter 1 - chapter 2
âQifreyâŚâ Olruggio said. âShe is goinâ to catch on eventually. She is no fool.â
âIt will be alright.â
âSheâs not gonna like the fact you didnât tell her.â
âItâs to keep them safe, you know that.â
âAye, I know.â
âHowâs the project?â you asked. Qifrey sat on the bed in front of you while you stood between his legs. You tugged gently at the collar of his top, threading the straps together to form the neckline.
âHm?â He was groggy, half awake as a result of the long night in his study. Youâd heard him scraping about for several hours after he kissed you goodnight. A flash of light and curse were the final straw before you simply rolled over and went to sleep. You knew he wasnât going to join you anytime soon.
âThe stuff youâre making, for that client?â You still knew nothing about it. You reached behind his neck to straighten a folded piece, running your nails gently over his skin. A spot you knew was particularly sensitive. His eyes fluttered for just a second.Â
âOh, yes that's right.â He cleared his throat and sat straighter. âI believe Iâm almost done.â
âSounded like the opposite last night,â you said.Â
âDid I keep you awake?â Guilt creeped into his gaze but you fought it away with a chaste kiss. His hands settled on your hips.Â
âNot really,â you said. His fingers squeezed lightly. You cupped his cheek, âI fell asleep eventually.â Truly, it didnât bother you. He was a restless sleeper at best and an insomniac at worst. Youâd learn to handle nights filled with mindless background noise.Â
âIâm sorry, I should have been more considerate,â he said, ever the gentleman.Â
You hummed, âitâs alright, whatâre you working on anyways to keep you so busy?â There was no ill intent in the comment. He wasnât neglecting his teachings or you but there was a sluggishness to his daily movements that told you it was draining him.
You shimmied out of his hold as you awaited his reply. His day robe and woven belt were already laid out beside him. You heard him slip into it as you pawed mindlessly through the wardrobe for your own clothes. A thin chemise dress was currently the only thing that separated you from the cool morning air at the moment.Â
A shadow suddenly fell over you and Qifreyâs arms wrapped slowly around your waist. He pulled you back into and you let out a breath of amusement as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. He planted kisses along the plane of your neck as you pulled your robe from the closet, examining it carefully.Â
The weather was quite nice today, but you were sure youâd need your legs free for the activities that followed. It would go well with a loose pair of pants, maybe you shouldâ
âQifrey!â Heâd sunk his teeth into the junction of your neck. It didnât hurt but it startled you. You clutched your clothes to your chest as you spun to face him. He smiled innocently.Â
âWe have places to be,â you said, stepping around him to lay your clothes on the bed.Â
After a full week of traditional lessons there was always a day off. For everyone. No excuses. It was good for the girls. The boys, who worked themselves to the bone, were a bit more reluctant but would tag along in the end. Balancing work and play, hobbies and responsibilities were crucial. This week, you were all going for a much needed walk and a picnic on the hill.Â
When you leant over to smooth out the creases in your clothes Qifreyâs hands slid underneath the edge of your short dress. You yelped and turned, balancing your hands on his shoulders as he hiked up your leg to rest against his hip.Â
âWhat did I just say!â You laughed as he leaned in to attack your neck again. Nipping and kissing every inch he could reach. You let out a quiet moan when he hit just below your ear. The gesture sent a tingle down your spine and the sound was music to him. He wanted nothing more than to hear it played again and again and again. He captured your lips with his and you melted immediately.Â
Clothes forgotten, you wrapped your arms around his neck and titled up and into him. He reacted to the motion in kind, deepening the kiss with a content hum. Your fingers threaded through the strands of hair at the base of his neck and he sagged into you. His hand, secured to your hip, the only thing you think was keeping up standing, squeezed.Â
A knock at the door made you both freeze.Â
âAre you both even up?â Olruggioâs deep voice floated under the door, his shadow covering the light. âThese girls are ready to bolt.â
âHey!â Tetiaâs was not happy with that accusation.Â
âIf youâre ready just get out hereâOi! Someone get that damn brushbuddy outta the cabinets. Heâs goinâ tah tear something apart!âÂ
There was a stampede of feet and Olruggio called again, âAnd donât run!â His steps were heavy as he rushed after them.
Qifrey smiled against your lips, giving you one gentle peck after pulling away.Â
âLetâs go save him, shall we?â he inquired. You could hear the girls battling the brushbuddy and you prayed none of the dishware got broken this time.Â
You shimmied into your clothes, a little peeved that Qifrey has always had the ability to rile you up and act as if heâs done nothing. He held the door open for you, the cacophony of kids now much louder and you hurried through to help them. But, before you stepped from his side you paused, rocked to your toes and kissed him one more time. It was tantalizingly slow, lingering as you pulled away and caught his eye, half hooded and watching for his reaction sweetly.
âCome on, letâs go.â You saw him gulp and he flexed his hand after he pulled the door shut. You smiled and turned heel, marching to the kitchen with new found vigor.Â
âAlright! Where did this little guy go to hide?âÂ
âHere! Here!â Coco cried.Â
âAh, there he is, come here you littleââ There was a crash and a peal of laughter as the brushbuddy escaped everyone's grasp once more.
You held a basket in the crook of your arm as you walked the trail. The brush buddy thatâd caused such chaos only an hour ago was currently atop the tea towel that secured the food in place, sleeping without a care in the world. Â
The path you walked was worn to dirt, and the canopy of overgrown trees that lined the way allowed just the right amount of light to peek through. The leaves rustled in the gentle wind and the birds whistled just overhead. Youâd see a rabbit or two dart across before disappearing into the underbrush.Â
Qifrey was a few yards ahead, far enough that you could see him but only just make out what he was saying to the girls. They orbited him, laughing and smiling as they skipped by his side. You watched amused as Tetia dove into one of the bushes before popping up with a vibrant yellow flower in her hand. She encouraged a Qifrey closer and kneeled at her side, allowing her to tuck it against his ear.Â
âTheyâve got a lot of energy today,â Olruggio walked beside you, a picnic quilt strapped to his back. You knew they wanted nothing to do with academics right now so being out here was, you were sure, rejuvenating.
âHm, Iâm not surprised,â you smiled, âitâs been a rough few days, first time I think theyâre having genuine fun.â The lesson earlier this week left them mentally exhausted. The ones that followed were no better. Learning magic meant continuously expanding on what you already knew. If you didn't have the foundation, you'd never understand what was to come.Â
âThey got it eventually,â you added. You were proud of them.
âI knew they would.â Olruggio said.Â
You nudged his shoulder with yours. âWhy donât you try a lesson?âÂ
He scoffed, âI could neva'. Far too much work.âÂ
âI think theyâd like it though,â you hummed. The girlsâ laughter melded with Qifreyâs. They were running circles around him and he was trying to catch them. He reached for Agott first, who slipped just out of his fingers. He dove for Richeh next who squealed when he nabbed her. Picking her up and sprinting away.Â
âWe have to save Richeh!â Tetia cried heroically. You smiled as they all rushed after their teacher.Â
âI donât have the same touch he does.â Olruggio said. âIâm much too impatient.âÂ
âOh, the great contraption maker? Who spends hours and hours on a single project trying to perfect it doesnât have the patience to teach a bunch of preteen girls?â You looked up at him, he pursed his lips and huffed, avoiding your gaze.Â
âI justâŚcanât. I donât think theyâll listen to me as well. Iâm not nearly as good a teacher.âÂ
âYou teach them all the time, you know,â you said. The kids were a decent distance ahead, all you could hear were the faded trails of their laughter. Qifrey had paused however, holding Richeh playfully captive as the girls fought him off. Qifrey held them at bay with soft wind spells and a tree branch for a sword.
âThey watch you, when you work.â He was not a man of words, never had been and never will be. He doesnât give grand speeches like Qifrey or design lesson plans but he does have a passion for his work that the girls see everyday.Â
âWhen I make those messes you donât like,â he smirked.
You rolled your eyes, âyou donât notice? How they hover. Some of them do it more than the others, but I've caught them all studying you, and trying to mimic it.â Coco and Agott did it most often. Coco would be perched on the arm of the couch while Olruggio was hunched over the coffee table. Her eyes would be bright and curious as she watched him tinker with dials and paint sigils. Agott would hover off the back, body folded at the waist, standing on her toes, far enough to the side that she wouldnât be in Olruggioâs way. Sheâd watch him, her fingers twitching, following the movements of his hands as they patterned spells.Â
You never said anything when they did it, knowing as soon as you did theyâd scatter.Â
âThey adore you, Olruggio,â you said kindly.Â
He stuttered, âI donât thinkââ
âMaster Olly! Help us!â Tetia was hovering just a few inches off the ground, Qifreyâs wind spell keeping her at an arms distance from a laughing Richeh. They'd yet to save their captured companion. Agottâs jaw was clenched and her arms crossed over her chest in a frustration, the wind whipped her curly hair. You had to hold in a laugh at Cocoâs second failed attempt to dive for her. âMaster Olly, please!â
You looked at Olruggio expectantly, âWell, Master Olly? You going to help?âÂ
Olruggio rolled his eyes and secured the strap of the blanket to his chest, rolling up his sleeves dramatically, âIâm cominâ girls!â You smiled as he jogged forward, using his strength to over power Qifreyâs magic.Â
âThey really do adore you.â you muttered quietly to yourself. Olruggio marched right through Qifreyâs defenses and plucked Richeh out of his arms. He hoisted her into the air like she weighed nothing. She held her arms aloft, out straight and to the side, stiff as a board as he moved her. All the girls cheered and Qifrey dramatically surrendered.
You giggled.Â
âAh, how sweet. What a lovely family.âÂ
You jerked and spun, the laughter of your family fading as the winds rushed out of the trees. The trail behind you was engulfed in darkness and the unsettling voice echoed on the wind. It pitched you forward and you dug your heels into the soil to keep from falling. Your ears rung, symbols crashing, ringing, pulsing down your neck. The phrase had been simple, but it did not come from anyone currently around you.
As quickly as the atmosphere had changed, it righted itself. Sucking away into nothing, spinning into normalcy as some invisible force drained the darkness.Â
You turned back slowly. No one else seemed to notice. Your heart thundered in your chest.Â
Coco waved and called your name, âCome on! Weâre almost there.âÂ
You glanced back for a second, the path remained clear and bright. Sunlight dancing through the leaves.Â
âIâm coming!â you said.
Your steps were a bit faster as you rushed to catch up with them, hoping that the darkness wasnât biting at your heels.
âYou alright?â Olruggio asked as he plopped down next to you. You were cutting an orange, the juices slipping down your fingers with each pass. It smelled divine. You placed the small batch into the diced fruit bowl by your knees, before picking up another.
âHm?â You cut slowly, careful to not knock your finger on the blade. The rhythm was grounding. Schlik, schlik, schlik but that whisper persisted.Â
âYouâve been a bit off since we set everything up.â He said. He reached for a fruit but you paused and glared at him. He retreated. Heâd have to wait like everyone.Â
âIâm well,â you said. You couldnât deny that the voice had left you unsettled. Senakaâs unexpected visit was days ago, but it had seeped out of your memory. Youâd put the palm quire heâd given you away, unsure what to do with it. There had been no sign of him, no whisper for days. Not until now. You glanced back at the forest line several times while laying out the blanket and arranging the pillows. When you helped Qifrey pitch the canopy youâd messed up the sigilâs twice. Simple spells you should have been able to do with your eyes closed, but couldn't. Olruggio had to step in and fix it.
âAnd when that straggler came by too.â He hummed. He was watching the girls run around in the field. âYou didnât tell us who it was.â
âIt was nothing,â you said. Olruggio regarded you carefully and you avoided his eyes.Â
âAre you sure?â Olruggio said, he shifted facing you, not letting you get run away from this, âbecause Qifrey and Iââ
âStars, are they high energy today or am I just getting old?â Qifrey said as he fell into the seat beside you. Your racing heart settled in his presence. When he smiled up at you, a little sweaty and breathless, you smiled back.
âYouâre not getting old, darling.â You handed him an orange slice and he thanked you with a gentle kiss on the cheek. You handed Olruggio the next one. He took it cautiously, still trying to catch your eyes. When you made point to focus on the fruits in your hand he surrendered his attempts. He plucked the orange from its rind and tossed the fruit into his mouth.
âImpeccable timing, as always.â Olruggio muttered. You feel your stomach sour when he says it. You know he was only trying to help but you didnât know what to say. Senaka was gone, or should be gone, and he wasnât a problem anymore.Â
Well he shouldnât be but that voice sounded so much like him. Raspy in a strange way. The pitch was the same as when he was at your front door, filling you with that sense of unsettling fear but not knowing why you were scared.
And there was still the matter of the spell. If Olruggio decided to report it, Coco would surely be taken from you.Â
Schlik. Schlik. Schlik.
You didnât know what to do.
âMama!â Tetia called to you. She was standing at your feet, posture proud and tall with her hands on her hips as she towered over you. Her mud dipped shoes were going to surely stain the cotton blanket but you had a spell for that.
âCome play with us.âÂ
âTetia, Iâm preparing lunch, how about after.âÂ
âRicheh wonât play anymore unless the three of you join. She says she doesnât think you should be left out.âÂ
âWe arenât left out sweetheart, we like watching you.â She pouted and crossed her arms.
âAnd I donât think Mr. Olruggioâs old weathered bones could handle it.â You saw a sliver of a grin poke from the corner of her lips.
âOi, Mâ not that old!âÂ
"Pleaseeeeeee.â You heard the whine begin to bubble. Oh no, here come the waterworks. She sniffled dramatically putting on a show she knew was going to work. And it did. You caved. You groaned as you stood, offering the girl a cut strawberry before letting her take your hand. "Yay!"
You yanked Qifrey to his feet and in turn he grabbed Olruggio by the collar who had sneakily plucked a handful of grapes from the bowl. His cheeks were stuffed and he almost choked when Qifrey made him stand.Â
The three of you followed Tetia, hand-in-hand, to the crest of the hill where the other three girls stood.Â
âRicheh thinks she can outrun the adults.â Agott said, âI told her that was pointless.â
âItâs a test.â Richeh said. Oh, she wanted to get back at Qifrey for capturing her earlier. You hid a smile.Â
âBut you hate testsâŚâ Coco said, titling her head.Â
ââŚnot this one.âÂ
âRight,â Agott started, âso what are the rules then.â
âYou,â she pointed to you and the boys, âhave to catch all of us.â Well, how fair was that, you wanted to say. Those girls were nimble and far smaller than any of you. âIf you canât do it, Master Qifrey canât make us do another lesson like that again.â
Agott scoffed, âdonât be ridiculous Richeh, we have to learn it canât all be easy.â
âAnd what happens if we win?â Qifrey inquired. Olruggio muttered a quiet, âdonât encourage them.â
âWeâll do all the dishes,â Richeh said.
âWhat!â Agott said. Tetia whined.
ââfor a week.â
âA week!â Agottâs voice cracked.
âDeal.â Olruggio said. The two of them stared at each other like fighters in a ring. It was rather silly given that Qifrey had to lean forward to meet her at eye level. Richeh stood on her toes, hands on her hips as she made her self as large as possible. Puffed up like a liongoat.Â
Qifrey opened his mouth to commence their little battle but Richeh began without announcement.
She darted around you and you couldât help but smile as she, somehow, also skirted past Olruggio.
She clicked her heels together to give herself a little boost. Sheâs quick, youâll give her that.
âOi, youâre cheatinâ you brat!â Coco laughed as Olruggio spun on her, trying to grab her. She squealed and hit the ground rolling foolishly out of the way. The abrupt movement had Olruggio stumbling to keep himself from faceplanting in the soil.
It was a mess of arms and legs and yelling and laughter as you and the boys tried to herd in the girls. Just as Agott slipped between your legs, somehow successfully ducking under your skirt without getting tangled, you tripped and fell forward. Crashing right into Olruggio.Â
âWoahâAh!â You gripped his shoulders as the two of you teetered on the edge of the hill. You were losing balance and you felt Qifrey grab at the back of your top, trying to tug you towards him to stop the plummet but you both lurched the opposite way instead.
Gravity handled the rest. It took all three of you down.Â
It wasnât far and wasnât long but you felt Olruggio bring his hands up to protect the back of your head as you rolled down the hill. You heard Qifreyâs grunt of force as he tried to stop himself from crashing into you. Your breath caught as at the sudden rush and the rich scent of grass and smoke. It was overwhelming.
When you hit the bottom of the hill you popped up immediately, running on a small shot of adrenaline.
You were half sprawled across Olruggio, cocked to the side and using his chest for stability, your hips and legs settled awkwardly on the ground. A strange side posture that wasn't all that comfortable. He gulped down thick swaths of air. His eyes were closed and he was laid out uncomfortable but he was no worse for wear.Â
You checked him for injuries, no scrapes or bruises but there were blades of grass in his hair and dirt on his cheeks. He blinked, his eyes dazed, and youâre sure his head was spinning from the tumble. Yours certainly was.Â
You felt a hand fall on your hip and you look over your shoulder to see that Qifrey had crawled to you. Heâs just as much a mess. His dress had grass stains in various places, his glasses sat crookedly on his nose but he was also uninjured.Â
His eyes darted from point to point on your body. Neck, shoulder, chest, and hands, making sure that nothing was out of place or bleeding. So, when he discerned that all was well he started to laugh. A rich sound that bubbled from his chest steadily.Â
âI fear we may be as bad as the children,â he said. How ridiculous that all was. You laughed too as you thought about it. You were all far too big to be playing like this but how amusing it was. Qifrey situated himself into a sitting position, settled beside you and Orluggio's strange embrace.Â
You refocused on Olruggio, cupping his cheeks as you questioned him, âOlly? You okay?âÂ
âThose damn kids are going to be the death of me.â He groaned, sitting up. You were still half in his lap, and his hand fell to your waist automatically. You pulled grass from his hair and tried to gently wipe the dirt from his cheeks. It only smudged.Â
âThey were just playing, itâs our fault really. None of us were paying attention.â You chuckled.Â
Qifrey shuffled closer. His hand fell on Olruggio's shoulder, âAre you alright?" He inquired. Olruggio nodded, unfazed by the touching. âYeah, yeah, Iâll be sore in the morning though.â When he fully opened his eyes, that dizzying daze no longer gripping him, they widened.
Both you and Qifrey were only inches from him, and heâd not realized until this moment.Â
âOlly?â
âA-are you alright?â he asked you. His cheeks were pink, you hoped he hadn't burned.
âYeah, Iâm okay,â heâd kept the brunt of the impact off of you with his own body.Â
Qifrey lifted his hand to the back of Olruggioâs head. Olruggio stiffened. You placed your hand on his chest as his face grew crimson.Â
âOlly, are you sure youâre alright?â you asked.
Qifreyâs hand caressed the back of his head, fingers cradling him. Your hand had unknowingly slipped across the open plain if his shirt, your fingers brushing his skin delicately. His chest was clammy from running around and the pace of his heart was so fast you were genuinely starting to worry.
âYes. Yes! Iâm fine!â he said and he jerked away. You yelped as he stood. He shook his clothes and ran a hand through his hair. You looked up at him, confused. Have you done something?
âMama! Master Olruggio!ââ
âWeâre down here girls!â Olruggio choked out. He buttoned his top closed and straightened the billowing sleeves. He looked around his feet as if seeking something he dropped, which he didnât, all of his gear was still on the blanket. He patted his hips and then his chest and then mumbled something incoherently before practically sprinting away.Â
Qifrey helped you stand, dusting your clothes. âNothing hurts?" He asked gently. His hands twisted your hips from left to right as he double checked you for injury.Â
âIâm okay, I swear. Did IâŚ.Did I say something wrong?â Qifrey ignored Olruggioâs march up the hill but you couldnât break away from it. The girls crowded him, patting him as he would them and did circles around his frame to make sure he wasnât bleeding. They were apologizing profusely.Â
Husband!Easthies would always come home and give you a kiss on the lips. Itâs a greeting to you saying, âIâm home, thank you for waiting for me.â His hand holding your waist gently like it was fragile glass.
Husband!Easthies who would help you whenever you were in trouble or if both of your schedules were in sync magically. If he had time to spare, heâd spare it with you. While he values his work, he will always value you the same way. If not sometimes more.
Husband!Easthies talking to you so sweetly. Reserving a tone specifically made for you no matter what. Itâs soft and honeyed. His siren-like voice could drift you to sleep all the time. Especially when itâs late.
Husband!Easthies buying you your favorite foods and sometimes beverages whenever heâs out and has time to kill. He knows how much you love it when he buys things for you. Having a sweet tooth, heâd gift you it when he comes home. However, expect to give him many kisses afterwards. He loves that. âĄ
Husband!Easthies himâąyou braid hisâąyour hair in the mornings, evenings, nightsâ all the time. He sees it as intimate and really just bonding time with his beloved so he likes it when itâs just plain silence. Maybe a word here or there but those small, close moments with you make him feel truly at peace.
Husband!Easthies trying to hide his relationship or at least not spread it around like candy, but one in a while heâll slip out the word âmy wifeâ maybe around Utowin, Galga, or even Vinanna. God forbid the whole squad and suddenly there's many questions asked about you since you two donât go out all the time together.
Husband!Easthies always refers you as âwifeâ , âmy wifeâ , or âbelovedâ to others when you jump into the conversation. Though he uses some classic names towards you like dear, darling, my beloved, and sweetheart. You hold a special place in his heart so heâd want you to know that. Not just by action.
Husband!Easthies sometimes (always) has thoughts about starting a family with you. Since heâs already settled down with someone, why not start a family? Of course, heâll continue working but heâll have something more than just work and you. Besides he sometimes hints it to you. Hoping youâd get it.
Husband!Easthies always wearing his ring. Whenever heâs not wearing his white gloves, heâd wear the wedding band on his finger. Itâs simple but it means so much to him than youâd think. Kissing it softly whenever he misses you or sometimes just as a habit heâs grown obsessed over. A way of calming him down after stressful situations or seeking comfort.
Husband!Easthies taking care of you whenever you fall sick. In sickness and in health, yes? Whenever you showed your vulnerability to him, he never got disgusted. Youâre telling him you feel most safe to be most vulnerable around him. Heâll still care and love for you, even at your worse and that trust is something he values a lot in your guys marriage.
Husband!Easthies discussing to you about children. He knows he can wait a little until youâre ready but once you are heâs already planning. Heâll want probably one or two children and thats it. Cherishing them as much as possible when heâs around.
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Husband!Easthies being dominant in bed and there's no other way. Of course, he gives aftercare but loves when you take the role of pillow princess for him. You donât even have to do anything, just be pretty.
Husband!Easthies taking the time to kiss you and worship you before anything else. Making out with you the minute you two are alone. He would kiss on your thighs, sternumâ anywhere he can touch, he can kiss.
Husband!Easthies taking you either in the bedroom, kitchen, or shower and nowhere else. He wants alone time with you and even if it has to be his place, as long as the curtains are shut, heâll take it.
Husband!Easthies speaking a lot of dirty talk to you during and before sex. Sometimes it would be praise depending on how youâll obey to him but other times heâll treat you as if you were a whore.
Husband!Easthies taking you from behind or laying you down on the edge of the bed, table, whatever and letting him have you is the best way to have sex. If itâs from the back, heâll pull you flush against him and wrap his arms around you. Whispering and speaking dirty in your ear. If he can see you on full display, like tabletop, heâll grab your legs and look down on you. When close, he grabs your waist.
Husband!Easthies having morning sex before he goes to work. Usually itâs slow and deep but hearing his groans and your pretty voice gets him going for the day. All it takes is one move or word to get him thrusting in you in one swift, deep motion.
Husband!Easthies using bondage on you when he feels like it. It could be your hands, legs, a blindfold on your eyes. He likes to see you struggle a bit against the restraints.
Husband!Easthies having a sort of breeding kink he can never wash down. Whenever having sex, he will always talk about having children with you or you are carrying his child near his climax. He likes the thought of you getting knocked up and carrying his child. You guys are already married so why not move to the next step?
Husband!Easthies having marathon sex during your guy's honeymoon. Heâs finally got you to himself so why not celebrate it with something that's going to get both of you satisfied throughout the night?
Husband!Easthies getting turned on just by fucking you with his knights of moralis uniform on. Itâs one of those odd things that no matter how much you think about why it happens, it just happens to him. Fortunately, he loves it and it gives him a sense of claiming towards you.
Husband!Easthies having days where he can release all that pent up stress from work onto you. Prepare yourself. Nine times out of ten, it is rough, marathon sex and you will have to obtain some sort of pain medication afterwardsâŚand a way to hide all the bites and marks you got.
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⸺ ⢠blade x fem! reader. pussy jobs. minors do not interact. soaking with blade in the hot springs. a little teasing and such but mostly just something to feed my friends. this is a little rushed so i apologise (i wrote this with one hand honestly).
⸺ ⢠wc. 2.1k words.
You can just about make him out even from this distance. Perhaps itâs the sheer size of him, the mass of Bladeâs muscled back and shoulders easily drawing your attention even as you slowly approach him from behind.
It had been your idea, to stop over in the hot springs while you were both nearbyâ hoping to lose yourself in a good, warm soak after all of your muscles were screaming at you for a break. Blade hadnât put up much of an argument about it, and perhaps itâs because you think he could do with the soak too. Either that or he was just happy to oblige your request, but youâre not curious enough to question him on it.
Not when you get to admire the way the damp press of Bladeâs hair clings to back of his neck, his body sinking lower into the warm water as you feel the warm air begin to brush over your own nakedness.
You try your best to stay as quiet as possible, even as you slowly creep over the cobblestone that leads you towards where he is, hoping that you may reward yourself with a few more seconds of being able to admire him unnoticed.
But you know Blade hears you, as he always does, acknowledging you with a subtle turn of his head as if his ears are perking up at your approach. He doesnât move nor shift though, akin to the way a predator might remain still as to not alert their pray.
But if youâre the prey, you seem to be giving yourself up quite willingly.
It only takes a few more silent steps before you come to the lip of the springs, face to face with Blade and immediately you can feel it aswell as see itâ the undisguised desire, hot and earnest in his eyes as he takes you in. Heâs shameless in his admiration, much as you are to him.
Every look is slow and hungry, and the unwavering admiration is enough to make you shake when you take that first trembling step into the springs to join him.
Blade doesnât miss a moment of it, not when he can watch how the water line clings to your breasts and molds to your bare straining nipples as you take a breath in. He watches you sink all the way down into the water, until you sit on a ledge at the other end of the spring where your thighs squeeze together and make an alluring, not so mysterious y-shape hiding your center from view.
Itâs deliberate on your part, the distance. A detail that you know Blade wonât stand for, especially given the way his gaze is already devouring you completely. But it gets you the reaction you hope for almost immediately; a drop in Bladeâs brows, a heat of something darker in his gaze and his jaw tightens before you speak.
You wave your hand through the water, transfixed by the ripples it creates beneath your touch, the shapes reaching all the way across to your lover at the other side.
âHow does it feel?â You ask after a moment, âBetter?â
âMmph.â Is all Blade offers, stubborn. But it only makes you feel all the more playful, admiring the way his broad, scarred chest rests above the water.
His voice is much deeper when it calls your gaze back, and his huge body shifts. âSomething wrong?â
âNope.â You answer too quickly, tilting your head. âWhy do you ask?â
âNo reason.â
âIs something the matter with you? Youâre scowling.â
It takes Blade a second to respond, you watch the lines of his neck and arms flex before heâs relaxing again, and your brows rise at him.
âCome.â He grunts, obviously unamused as he motions to a place by his side. âCloser.â
âThis isnât close enough for you?â
You swear you see the muscles in Bladeâs jaw clench.
âNo.â He grinds out.
âAre you sure? I thought maybe youâd appreciate some alone time.â
âDonât toy with me, girl.â
You canât help yourself, canât help but rile up the same man many would consider to be a weapon because you see the way he looks at you, notice the way his heavy, half-hard cock is already twitching beneath the surface of the springs.
You could keep going for longer if you wanted, but thereâs a part of you that doesnât want to deny yourself of what awaits you either. Not when you can see the way the temperature of the springs have caused parts of Bladeâs features to take on a pink flush, and his chest is rising and falling with his deep breaths.
Itâs mouth-watering. So although prematurely, you find yourself closing that distance in only a couple of stepsâ perhaps driven by your own eagerness as Blade spreads his legs a little wider in anticipation.
You take your new seat by his side before giving him a look.
âBetter?â
Blade returns it with one thatâs equal parts unamused and full of desire before he motions with his eyes again. To himself this time.
âHere.â
And without a second thought, you do as he says.
Blade sinks into the warm water as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and climb on top of him, placing your knees on either side of his hips as you situate yourself down. Too close to his hard cock for it to be accidental, but heâs more than eager to have you slink into his lap and rub yourself against him.
His body feels like silk beneath you, water sloshing as you feel the first silky grind of his hard cock split through your folds before itâs catching on your clit, making you gasp and moan at the wet, tacky sound that follows.
His eyes all but burn through you.
âHow about now?â You ask in a dreamier voice. âIs that what had gotten you so upset?â
âI have no patience for your games.â Blade grunts and grips your waist as you shamelessly rub your pussy across his cock beneath the water. âTeasing me is a bad habit of yours.â
âI thought you liked that about me.â You giggle, but it breaks off into a moan with the next clumsy thrust of your hips, the shaft rolling languidly through your split folds in a way that makes your toes curl.
Itâs incredibly intoxicating, the feeling of Bladeâs larger body beneath yours accompanied by the temperature of the springs. He feels so rough and safe and warm. You whine his name, nuzzling down into his damp hair and you feel his mouth catch on your soft breast as you lean yourself back to offer him more of it.
Bladeâs mouth works at you tirelessly, lapping and kissing at your perked nipples until your thighs quiver, accompanied by the lurid back and forth sway of your hips in his lap as he mindlessly helps you rock back and forth along the length of him. He presses along your lips and the bump of your clit catches on his swollen cockhead, making you both twitch and your whole body jolts when he nips at your tits with his teeth.
âYouâre disobedient. This will not end well for you.â He murmurs against your breasts, full of want.
âI donât know, Iâve never been one to shy away from a challenge.â
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, leaning into your own arm with a lazy, lewd swirl of your hips. Bladeâs brows come down as his kisses find their way to your jaw, lips parting to grind out another groan and tease skin with teeth while his rough hands curl into the plush softness of your ass.
You press slow, soft kisses against his forehead, down over his nose and mouth and neck, following the valley of each scar, old and new. Blade lets his head fall back and a deep, guttural growl vibrates against your lips. âKnow your limits.â
You pet his shoulders and chest, hum in question thatâs way more convincing than it should be for just one sound, and ask in a sweet tone, âAnd if I donât?â
âThen when you surrender it will be amusing. Do not test me.â
The depth of Bladeâs gaze, accompanied the deep tone of promise in his voice almost burns you, making your pussy twitch from where youâre pressing hard against him. You moan, your toes flexing as they curl up behind you and your nails dig into his arms.
You feel his cock throb at the eagerness of your movements, and then heâs helping grind you against him again.
But itâs almost too easy for Blade to make you into a mess. To make you whimper and keen, peering at him with your forehead against his.
The soft bouncing motion of your body on his cock alongside the saccharine rub of his skin against yours makes you feel delirious. The humid air of the springs fills your lungs with your next inhale, and your breaths turn to rushing pants that make your head spin.
But you can tell that Bladeâs enjoying pushing himself up against you, to help you bob and thrust across the length of his cock while you struggle to keep his pace. The catch of his sensitive head and folds of his frenulum against the plush, slick petals of your pussy makes it easy to forget about his prior warning, to ignore the way water splashes over the edge of the springs, to not be affected by what would be embarrassment if anyone were to choose tonight of all nights to indulge in a warm soak.
You feel Blade slip down low in the water, applying pressure to a different angle all while he luxuriates in simply letting you ride him and take your pleasure and give him his. All while he gets to watch your breasts bob and your eyes flutter.
But itâs all too much, too much when the head of his fat cock is pressing through your folds just right and his huge palms are grabbing at your ass to ease himself through it. His hands are pulling you apart, spreading out your pussy from behind to make sure you canât run from your fate and it makes your heart kick at your chest, youâre beginning to feel boneless above him.
âS-slow downâŚâ You crumble, pleading against Bladeâs jugular, but your hips never stopping their hypnotic motions. His chest jumps with an inhale.
âThis is what has become of you?â Thereâs an air of something dark to his tone, his lips smearing against your cheek as he wills your body to keep moving. âIs this all it takes to whittle away oneâs resolve?â
Your choked moans of Bladeâs name ratchet up in pitch, but squeeze down to a whisper, almost like your whole body is twisting up. He gathers you close and squeezes strong arms around you, youâre gripping tight to the back of his neck and hair while heâs helping hitch your hips impossibly closer to his with a slap of flesh against water.
Itâs all too much, the way the tendrils of your orgasm rush towards you with reckless abandon, the pleasure mixing with the rising temperature of the hot springs only making you more lightheaded and pliant. Blade takes in the almost helpless look on your face and all but craves to devour it; mouth smashing onto yours when your head falls forward to allow him the reach.
Itâs an intense haze of messy kisses and moans, hands wandering and squeezing, shared growls and shivers despite the heat. The head of his cock catches on your hole, and you moan at the way the simple contact is enough to tease you with the stretch. It makes something grasp deep and agonizing in your gut at the hint of what you could have, hunger rushing fast and quick through his blood as you feel Bladeâs cock throb and thicken against you.
âPleaseâŚ. Iââ Your lips curl, legs shaking as your body bounces against his, youâre so desperate for him to just slip deep inside of you.
But before you can shift your hips just enough to position yourself to allow it, Blade grabs at youâ deliberately applying pressure to your clit with the next tangible press of his cock through your folds.
âNot yet.â He almost barks, voice wound tight and cock throbbing as he holds your bleary gaze. âFirst, I will make something else of you.â
your cousin's business trip left you with his two little angels and a scheduled appointment to the doctor. only to have your niece and nephew assigned to two different pediatricians?!
pediatrician! phainon x fem! reader x pediatrician! qifrey
word count: 2.2k
note: i am no doctor and medical professional, most of the words and scenarios in here are from my research while making this fic (and also from the ungodly amount of hours i spent watching medical shows in my free time)
âCoco, Caelus, behave!â You dragged your whining niece and nephew inside the children's hospital despite their tantrums.
âNonono! No doctor!â Little Caelus cried, holding on to his little garbage can plushie. âNooo⌠NooooooâŚâ Little Coco sniffles sadly, trying to wipe her snot on her fuzzy brushbuddy toy.
This has been going on for a few minutes already. After your cousin went on a business trip three days ago, these two little angels have been giving you the best time of your life.
And nobody told you that these kids need a check-up!
So with a grumbling sigh, you dragged the two crying children to the receptionist. âExcuse me, these two here are scheduled for a check-up.â you nudged a look down at Coco and Caelus, much quieter now but with a bit of snot running down their noses.
âCoco⌠CaelusâŚâ The receptionist chimed, her hands clacked on the keys as she shuffled through the appointments in the monitor screen. âOh! Coco and Caelus.âÂ
âThey're two separate doctors.â
You blinked in confusion. Two? Seriously?
âWhat? Why two?â The question came out condescending, but the receptionist just sighs. âWe're so sorry, there's been a few shuffles on the doctors lately. But, rest assured, the documents and details of the children submitted are with their assigned doctors.â
The explanation immediately got into youâso to just get this whole appointment over with, you nodded in agreement. âAlright, who are these doctors anyway?â
âLet me seeâŚâ The receptionist squinted her eyes. âMiss Coco is assigned to Doctor Qifrey⌠As for CaelusâŚâ She scrolls her mouse a bit lower. âHe's assigned to Doctor Khaslana.â
âAnd the time?â another few seconds of scrolling.
âOh Caelus can be taken in now, Cocoâs appointment is in thirty minutes.â
With the time determined; gently, you picked Coco up and gave her a gentle smile. âWill you be a good girl and stay here with miss receptionist, Coco?â
Coco nods quietly, her arms tightly held on to her brushbuddy toy. âMmkay..â
Now that Coco is settled, you placed her down a chair for children and picked Caelus up, his one hand holding on to his garbage can plushie while the other desperately held on to your neck. âI'm scared..â
âIt's okay, Caelus.â You gently pat his head and calmly walked to the room labeled âDoctor Khaslana || Openâ
âExcuse me..â Your knuckles gently knocked on the door, followed by a âOh come in!â as you turned the knob and went in.
The room was⌠calming to say the least. The doctor's desk remained near the door, but the room served a little nook for children. Tiny chairs on the corner coming in yellow and purple colors; the nook with a cute wheat field wallpaper, with tiny wooden toys like swords, shields, and spears kept on the corner.
Doctor Khaslana should supposedly be in his chair but he's also there on the nookâtidying up remaining toys. âPlease give me a second.â He playfully hummed.
âThere.â A second passed as he stood up and turned, only then did you realize that this guy is tall as a towerâŚ
âGood afternoon! I'm Doctor Khaslana.â He gazed at you for quite a few seconds, then finally at little Caelus. âHey little buddy.â Khaslana crouches to meet the little boy in the eye. âCall me Phainon, alright?â
âFaiâŚnun..â Caelus shyly mumbles and it seemed to make Phainon laugh. âHaha! Just like that!â He ruffled the kid's hair.
He stood up once more and offered to shake your hand. âA wonderful pleasure to meet you. Let's sit?â He smiles and offers you the seat nearest to his chair.
This doctor has gotta be nuts. You thought, because who honestly would waste such handsome looks for pediatrics?!Â
Still, you cannot deny that this doctor is awfully handsome, how old is heâtwenty-five? twenty-eight?
âI'm twenty-eight.â Phainon blurts out, while writing on the patient records. âI mean⌠If you're wonderingâŚâ He sheepishly smiles.
You cannot deny the warmth creeping up your cheeks, was this room always this hot? Even with the air conditioner set on a pretty cold temperature, the smile that Phainon just gave you was enough to make you feel even just a teensy bit self-conscious.
âSo! Little CaelusâŚâ Phainon darts his gaze back to Caelus who surprisingly, stops looking anxious and is staring brightly at Phainon. âThis is my little buddy.â He takes his stethoscope with a grin. âHis name is Neikos! Is it okay if me and Neikos give you a little check?â
Another surprising feat as Caelus nodded eagerly, the persuasion proved to be effective as the little boy hands you his trash can plushie and extends his arms to Phainon, demanding uppies.
âGood job!â Phainon pats Caelusâ head, as he begins simple check-ups.
âYou're really good with kids.â You expressed your awe over his amazing skill of making kids safe.
âThank you, they did say I'd make a great dad.â
Phainon snickers softly, giving you a subtle glance as he focuses back to Caelus; still quiet and behaved.
It didn't take long for the check-up to finish, Phainon asked you basic questions about Caelusâ growth, appetite, and his sleeping habits.
âVery well, he doesn't have any complications.â Phainon puts his stethoscope to rest and smiles at Caelus. âGood work!â He raises his hand to give the boy a high-five.
âSince you've done so well, have a candy.â Phainon takes a tiny candy from his sweets jar and hands it over to Caelus, the little boy smiling with glee. âI'll talk to your mom for a second, okay? Look at those toys, wanna play with them?â Phainon coos and points to the children's nook, and without a sliver of hesitation, Caelus runs to the nook and starts playing with the toys, giving his garbage can plushie a toy sword.
The statement caught you off guard. A mom? You've heard a lot of misconceptions but you've never had anyone assuming that you're these two little kid's mothers..
âThey're so adorable.â Phainon chuckles and gives you his full attention. âSo what were we saying?âah yes right.â He fixes his posture and looks you straight in the eye. âCaelus has no complications, give yourself a pat in the back, you're a great mom.â
âOh I'm not his mom.. I'm his aunt.â You immediately protested, trying to brush off the awkwardness you felt after hearing his assumption.
âOh really?â As if that reply made Phainon's face beam in joy. âNot mom?? Just aunt???â He double checked with a question, his face seemed to soften and lean closer. And to answer him, you nodded, a joyous grin elicited from his face soon after.
âWonderful!âahem..â He bashfully clears his throat. âSince Caelus has no problems, I won't have to give a prescription for anything.â He takes a prescription paper and writes.
âHere. Open it when you get home.â Phainon hands you the paper, both your hands lingered with a touch when you took the paper from his large hands.
âThanks..â That familiar heat went up to your cheeks once more, to save yourself from embarrassment, you cleared your throat and called the little boy. âC'mon Caelus, it's time to go.â
Caelus gets up and grabs his plushie, clinging back to you as he gives Phainon a big wave. âBuh bye Fainun!â He hails as Phainon returns it with a cheeky grin. âBye bye little buddy!âÂ
When the doors went shut, you silently squealed in relief. That has got to be some kind of punishment. You've seen a share of handsome doctors in your life but Phainon? He knows he's hot.
Out of desperation to keep yourself intact, you slapped your cheek and moved on.
Now that Caelus is done, it's Coco's turn. You walked back to the chair you made Coco sit in. âHey Coco it's timeââÂ
Coco is nowhere to be found, the chair left abandoned as the panic starts to seep in. Where could Coco have gone?
âCoco? Coco!!â You call out, eyes frantically searching and prancing around while Caelus starts to get anxious. âCoco??â The little boy calls out as well.
A few seconds passed with no response anywhere until finally⌠âAuntie!â A little squeak caught your ears.
You snapped your head to the direction of the voice and saw Coco, smiling with her brushbuddy in her hands. A taller man held her in his arms, smiling gently as he approached them.
âOh, are you Cocoâs guardian?â The man asks, eyeing you intently from head to toe. You spared him a look and checked the tag on his coat. Qifrey.
âI'm Coco's doctor.â Qifrey puts Coco down, the two little children reuniting and hugging. âWaaah! Coco!â Caelus whines. âIt's okay Cae! Mister Qifrey took care of me!â She tugs on Qifreyâs coat.
âYou shouldn't be leaving children unattended like that.â Qifrey added, his tone laced with disappointment. âI am deeply sorry⌠But thank you for taking care of Coco too..â You looked at Coco ashamed.
Qifrey was right, you should've just brought Coco inside with Caelus during his check-up. They're both children, even if this was a children's hospital, you shouldn't leave a child unattended.
âNo worries, but you should be saying that to Coco.â He glances at Coco who pats your hand. âI'm okay auntie⌠Thank you! Mister Qifrey is very nice!â The little girl assures you and pats your leg after.
âShall we come in?â Qifrey offers, walking you to the room and opening the door for you. Although that action was quite confusing, doctors aren't exactly opening doors for you. Then why is he doing so?
You brushed off the confusing action and held Caelus and Coco's hands as you walked inâCaelus surprisingly tame now and sits quietly beside Coco after Qifrey offers a chair.
Unlike Doctor Phainon's room, Qifreyâs looked majestic. Stars and magic motifs plastered all over the walls; a little wooden table on a children's nook with small drawing papers and pencils labelled âmagic pensâ. Little story books on a purple shelf with fantasy themes and different colored dragons for book covers. The nook also comes complete with a velvet colored rug and little toys scattered on the floor.
âAh pardon the mess⌠I just had one of my patients come in earlier and play with it⌠â He smiles in embarrassment. âAh Tetia, seriouslyâŚâ He mumbles and fixes his seat.
âAlright, Coco is the patient, right?â At the mention of her name, Coco gets up and smiles âYes! Itâs me!âÂ
Qifrey takes his stethoscope and looks gently at Coco. âLet's check you up, okay Coco?â His voice envelops the room, soft and gentle.
Carefully, Qifrey checks all of Cocoâs vitals, heartbeat, height, and several questions about her wellbeing.
âFor an auntie in charge, you're taking care of your nephews and nieces quite well.â He hums while writing on the patient record. âCoco is free of any complications.â
âThough I must say she's quite the fast learner, independent too.â Qifrey observes Coco who is now playing and drawing little circles on the drawing paper, copying the sigil on one of the dragon story books while Caelus stared at the book, drool slowly dripping.
âAh yeah, she really likes to draw too.â You chuckle, attention also seemingly drawn to Coco.Â
Qifrey puts his pen down. âSo you are aware.â The sound of his desk opening caught your ears, turning to look at him, he wrote on a small piece of paper and handed it to you.
âIâll give you this, just in case you need a chart of how you'll track Cocoâs growth.â He swiftly slid the paper on to your hands, his slender fingers intertwining with yours as he dips the paper in, eye contact with yours never breaking even for a second.
Qifrey offers you a flirty smile, his fingers slowly stroking your palm he pulls away.
The stare made you bashful, on equal par with the charming smile that Doctor Phainon gave you earlier.
What is up with handsome doctors in this children's hospital? Do you need the word âhandsomeâ in your resume to be qualified?
âCoco, it's time to go.â Qifrey stands up from his seat, leaving you flustered and confused as he approaches Coco and Caelus. âIs it time already?â Your niece pouts, but all Qifrey did was give a smile.
âUnfortunately, yes. I also have other little kids to take care of.â He picks Coco and Caelus up like they weighed nothing. âI gave your auntie something, ask her sometime if you want to talk âkay?âÂ
Coco nods over his explanation, Caelus on the other hand stares back at you. âHome?â he asks.
âYes, home.â You took Caelus from Qifrey's arms and held Coco by her hand with her brushbuddy in her pocket when she's placed down.
Qifrey holds the door open for you to walk out of âThank you, Doc.â you offered a shy smile and walked out.
âDoctor Qifrey is so cool!!â Coco exclaims while walking down the hallway to the elevator. âHe's so nice!â
Caelus wriggles out of your arms and walks beside you, holding your hand. âDoctor Fainun! Cool..!â He exclaims.
You can't help but laugh at the cute reactions your little nieces and nephews expressed. It seems that their doctors really caught their hearts and minds.
When you got home, the âprescriptionâ paper that Doctor Phainon gave and the note Doctor Qifrey handed you immediately crossed your mind.
While Coco and Caelus sat in the living room watching television, you opened both papers in unison.
[xxxxxxxxxxx It's my personal number, call me if you have any questions about Caelus⌠Or me <3 -Phainon Khaslana, Caelus]
[Here's my number if you ever want coco to talk to me, you're welcome to do so as well. xxxxxxxxxxx -Doctor Qifrey, Coco's Pediatrician]
notes: ah yes the concept of phainon and qifrey being pediatricians just sounded too good that i just had to make a lil fic abt it and also bc this was inspired from a recent medical mission i participated in and the pediatricians there were also good looking LOL (i totally wasn't giggling while writing this fic)
After being gravely injured during a fight with the brimmed caps, (Y/N) seeks refuge in her old friend's atelier. While she stumbles right into her biggest lead on the enemy yet, old ghosts refuse to stay buried. As tension mounts and past trauma is forced into the limelight, (Y/N) becomes certain of one thing: her two friends are hiding something from her.
Qifrey X Olruggio X Female!Reader
Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Rough;y 2.5k Words
A/N: Forgive me for any discrepancies :'D I am awful at proofreading and creating scenarios that make sense. ALSO! I like reading your comments! I'm open to any feedback! LMK if you like my writing! AND if I should make a taglist!
C/W: NSFW. THIS IS PURE SMUT. MDNI. Guided! Oral Sex (Both ways), Fingering, Squirting, Blowjobs, Praise, Only Olruggio is drunk here! Swallowing Cum. Qifrey teaches Olruggio how to eat you out here.
Chapter 4:
âLet's fuck him up!â Olruggio swings his arm around you; you can still smell the wine on his breath. You take in your surroundings. Qifrey is now sitting at his desk, covered with what you can only assume are spells for the girls. Youâre sure Olruggio has the best interests in mind, but maybe forcing you and Qifrey in the same room while you are arguing isnât the best play, and âfucking him upâ would not help either. You manage to shake Olruggioâs arm off your shoulder,
âIâm not interested in beating anyone up tonight,â you turn towards Qifrey, âsorry for intruding, Iâll take my leave now.â Maybe it's your fault for letting Olruggio drink so much, or taking your eyes off of him, but when you turn, you realize he erased the door with a wall spell, and he put the piece of paper down on Qifreyâs desk.Â
Olruggio does something youâd never expect him to do, especially in front of you. You do forgive him since he is drunk, but kissing Qifrey in front of you is a bit much, no? Qifrey looks surprised for a moment before melting into the kiss, just like you werenât even there. You were aware that they had a more intimate relationship going on between them, but seeing it with your own eyes makes your heart twinge. You should leave; you shouldnât be watching this, but your feet are frozen in place like someone had bound them to the floor. The kiss gets more heated, but Qifrey pushes Olruggio off of him before any clothes could come off. Â
â(Y/N), Iâm sorry about what I said about your family.â Qifrey's apology surprises you; that's not what you expected from him after he made out with your best friend in front of you. You felt words fail you as you struggled to figure out what to say. You werenât ready to accept the apology though.
âIâm still upset about what you said and what just happened in front of me.â
âYou were supposed to join in,â Olruggio said, walking towards you, âMake-up sex is great.â
Atleast Qifrey shared the same horrified/surprised look on your face,
âI donât think that's a good idea, me and Qifrey -â
âI know about the night you both got drunk, Qifrey told me eventually.â Olruggio now stood in front of you; you could feel the heat from his body radiating off of him. He had always run on the hotter side, while you and Qifrey ran on the colder side. Your mind scrambles for an excuse to leave; it's not that you donât want to be intimate with them, but this is a little too sudden.
âIâm a virgin.â You blurt it out before you stop yourself, it is true though, aside from those hookups while drunk, youâve never been touched or touched another person in that way, which is embarrassing to admit considering your age. They both look surprised, Olruggio grabs your wrist and guides you towards Qifrey. Qifrey spoke directly into your ear,
âWe donât need to go that far, would that be okay, dear?â
You feel your underwear dampen; you wanted this, you shouldnât want this, but you need it.
âI suppose so,â you say, turning away from Qifrey. Olruggio acts first, gently guiding your face towards him and into a gentle kiss. His free arm runs around your waist, down to your rear, and he gives it a rough squeeze. You squeak in response, breaking the kiss, youâve never been handled like this before, not by these two. Olruggio pushes you down into Qifreyâs chair that you didnât realize had been moved. Qifrey had to have moved it the moment you looked away. These two always had good teamwork, but you never imagined it would translate to the bedroom. Olruggio gets on his knees in front of you, unbuttons your pants with experienced fingers, and it makes you wonder how much theyâve done this. That thought is quickly shelved when he pulls your pants and panties off in one go, the cold air shocks you, but the string of your own arousal connecting you and your underwear shocks you more. The two men freeze and stare for a few moments before Qifrey breaks the silence with,
âDamn.âÂ
Olruggio pulls it off completely, leaving you bare from the bottom down. He spreads your lips and dives in, but youâre too sensitive for how rough he is going; it's overstimulating, and youâre fighting the urge to close your legs.Â
âOlly, youâre going to rough, look at her,â Qifrey kneels behind Olruggio. He places his hands on both your knees and spreads them out. Your brain freezes at the action.
âBe gentle, make sure to change it up, there you go, much better,â Qifrey purrs into Olruggioâs ear as he watches your face. His fingers are cool against your knees, but nothing about it makes the view any less hot. Qifrey keeps instructing Olruggio on how to bring you the most pleasure, and you start to block out any noise as your mind is spinning from how good it feels and how strange a situation this is. You can, however, catch little snippets of what Qifrey is saying to Olruggio,
âGood job, Olly, youâre doing so well.â
âPut a finger inside and slowly move it in and out. She liked it when I did it.â
âCurl it when you're inside, feel the ribbed spot? That's her G-spot. Pressing on it makes it feel really good.â
âDonât forget about her clitoris, try sucking on it, ahh, there you go, look at her, she canât even keep her eyes open.â
âAdd another finger, Olly, she can handle it.â
You feel like youâre on fire, your body is burning against the cool air. Qifrey calls your name,
â(Y/N) keep your legs open for us.â His hands leave your legs and unbutton Olruggioâs pants. Your gaze has either been up at the ceiling or squeezed shut, so you havenât noticed the large bulge in the black-haired manâs pants. You understand what Qifrey means and keep your legs open, your hands grabbing the sides of the chair to keep your balance. Olruggio is freed from the confines of his pants, and his penis is leaking precum, its stain through his pants and is dripping down his length. Qifrey spits into his own right hand and starts to work on Olruggioâs dick. Olruggioâs eyes are shut, but his focus is still on you, on giving you as much pleasure as he can. Qifrey rests his chin on the other manâs back. He flashes you an innocent smile, you would scoff or roll your eyes at him, but your eyes roll back instead.
You feel the pressure in your stomach, and it only gets more intense as Olly keeps ravaging you. You grow more sensitive as you get closer to your orgasm, you start squiriming in your seat wanting to pull away, but canât because it feels too good. Qifrey sees your movements, he stills his hand on Olly, instead he grabs Ollyâs own hand and guides it to his leaking cock. Qifrey gets up, Olruggio is eating you out, fucking you with two fingers while running his other hand down on himself. A wave of pressure builds again, you squeeze your eyes shut, and you feel a pair of cool hands running through your hair. Qifrey had dried his soiled hand and is now comforting you, he presses a tender kiss on your temple before speaking.
âLook at Olly, heâs getting close, you can tell cause his ears are getting red, how cute.âÂ
Qifrey gets up and grabs a piece of cloth from who knows where. He hands it to Ollyâs busy hand, the one working on himself.Â
âIâm cumming,â you gasp as you start to tip over the edge. Qifrey returns to your side, and he holds you tight as you feel the orgasm hit. Youâve been trying to keep quiet this entire time, and for the most part, youâve been successful, until your orgasm hits. You feel your body seize, you canât stop the noise that comes spilling out of your mouth, so you turn and kiss Qifrey as an attempt to quiet yourself. Olruggio moans against you, prolonging the bliss. You hear Qifrey in your ear,
âHeâs cumming too, my love.â
However, that doesnât stop Olruggio from eating you out; instead, he doubles down, torturing your poor bud. That's how you found out that youâre a squirter: you feel a small gush before you can hold it back. Olly seems surprised, but he only slowed his antics, bringing you down slowly.
He leans back, and you see the mess youâve made of him; his lips are rosy and swollen, shiny with your slick and squirt, it dribbles down to his beard, soaking it. He uses his linkrings on himself and is dry in seconds, along with the mess youâve made of the floor, chair, and yourself.
âDo you take my apology now?â Qifrey asks, you turn to meet his eye for once.Â
âI guess I do,â you respond, breathing hard. Hard to be mad at someone after an intense orgasm. Qifrey helps you up slowly, your breathing still erratic, he is about to guide you to the bathroom, but you pause and ask him,
âWhat about you?â You look down, and indeed, he hasnât gone by unaffected. His own length is straining against his pants, but he pays no mind.
âYou can pay me back next time.â Next time implies there's more; your heart almost skips a beat.
âI want to help you. I havenât seen it before.â You feel your face grow hot at the confession; it is true, you had essentially blue balled Qifrey when you hooked up with him, you owe him an orgasm atleast. Qifrey slowly undoes his own pants and buckles that are in the way, you sink to your knees until your face to face with his throbbing member still in his boxers. Olruggio comes up behind you and helps you hold your hair back. You move your hands to pull his boxers down, his dick springing out, hitting you on the lips exactly. Itâs pretty, it has a red flushed head with pale skin everywhere else, it's leaking precum but not dripping, it's smeared against Qifreyâs happy trail. He is skinnier compared to Olly, but his length makes up for it; you feel your mouth water. You envelop the tip in your mouth, and the taste of precum makes your mouth feel slippery. You try to take more of him, but gag when he hits the back of your throat. You try to force it down, but your throat refuses to open for Qifrey.
You feel a rough hand on your jaw; it's Olruggio, massaging it to help you relax.Â
âYer so tense, relax yer jaw, youâll hurt yerself like this,â
Heâs right, there was a pain from both sides of your jaw, you leaned back enough for Qifrey to fall out of your mouth.Â
âUse your lips to cover your teeth, suck on the way down, love.â
Olruggio instructs you as you take Qifrey again, it's easier this time; you see Qifreyâs head fall back and a quiet âohh~â escapes him. You find a rhythm, with Olruggio holding your hair back, adjusting you to a pace that Qifrey likes and using your hand on the parts of Qifrey you can't take.Â
Qifreyâs knees buckle very slightly, he grabs onto the desk for support, and a moan rips out of his throat,
âAah, Iâm close,â You hesitate at the memory of Olruggioâs cum, itâs absolutely because of his horrid diet of beer and alcohol, and lack of sleep. Qifrey seems to understand your dilemma,
âMngh- Donât worry, I taste better than Olly, so swallow for me- hah, darling.â His hand moves to your ear, slowly rubbing it, almost like he wants to distract you from the mouthful youâre about to get.Â
âYouâll be a good girl, right? For us?â Olruggioâs voice creeps in, his breath hot on your other ear. You feel Qifrey cum before he realizes it, an undignified sound coming from the man. He cums a lot, you feel it fill your mouth, and some spills from the corners of your mouth. Qifrey was right, he tastes oddly sweet, but sticky, almost like glue. You swallow a mouthful and let him ride out his orgasm on the roughness of your tongue, his hips buck into your mouth, running the most sensitive part of his dick on your tongue. He pulls back after a bit, the taste of him still sticking to your mouth. Olruggioâs hand comes back to your jaw and massages it; it feels sore now.
âYou did so well for us,â his voice coos into your ear. You look up and make eye contact with a blue eye. Qifrey looks blissful; his cheeks are red from the activities you partook in,
âYou should go wash up. You can use my bathroom.â
You nod as you stand; your knees feel like jelly from how you were kneeling on the floor. When you find yourself in the bathroom, reality strikes. You sit on the toilet lid with only your upper half still clothed, and your cloak hanging around you.Â
Maybe you need to start thinking before you act when it comes to these two. When you emerge from the bathroom, you find your now clean pants folded neatly by the door. You put them on quickly and walk out to the main room. The lights are off, and the only source of light is from the moon spilling through the window; any evidence of your activities has been erased. You catch a glimpse of Olruggio leaving as you come into view of the door. There's a question you have to ask, for your peace of mind, and to know whether you should leave and never come back or stay. You open your mouth, directing your words at Qifreyâs figure, which has been standing by the door,
âYou love him,â
âI do.â The white-haired man turns to you. You feel your voice catch before you squeak out,
âIs there room for me?â
âThere's always been room, always has, always will, after all, we love you, not just me, Olly too.â His eye finds your own, the confession hits hard, and a sense of relief and embarrassment fills you.
âWhat are we?â
âWhatever you want us to be.â You nod at his response. Maybe being unlabeled for now would help you clear your mind.
âWhat makes you so sure Olly loves me? And where did you put my underwear?â Youâre not sure if Qifrey had misplaced it, but the lack of an undergarment is uncomfortable. How was Qifrey so sure of Ollyâs feelings, too?
âWhat do you think he came into?â Qifrey gives you a smug smirk, and the realization hits.
Most days you were the sunshine of the atelier, bringing laughter to the girls, helping Quifrey out with meals or brainstorming with Olly for his comissions. But despite the good times, there were days when a big, heavy raincloud seemed to dull your light. A cloud made up of all the little worries you pushed away on a day to day basis, "Don't worry about this, don't get all up in your head about that." But no matter how many times you told yourself that, you worried regardless. Putting on a brave face, you remained your kind and caring self, until all of those worries, fears and insecurities accumulated, weighing you down sooner rather than later.
Quifrey noticed first, that something was off. It was when Tetia came rushing down the stairs to the kitchen in the morning, no pigtails in her hair and a brush in hand,
"Master, where is Master Y/N? She didn't come to our room this morning."
Richeh, who had followed her, looked around as well, "Not here..."
"Hmn, she must still be sleeping then. She's probably been working until late last night," Quifrey considered, "How about you two start having breakfast without me and I shall look for her and make sure everything is alright?"
The girls nodded their agreement, Richeh already eying the delicate bacon Quifrey had prepared for their scrambled egg breakfast.
It didn't take him long to find you, in fact, he wasn't the first one to find you. On his way down the little corridor that led to your bedroom, he heard voices coming from your room.
"This comission can wait, your body can't. You need sleep. Now.", Olruggio was with you.
Your voice sounded worn, yet full of a panicked sort of haste, "I'm fine, really, but I need this done by today or else I miss my deadline and I can't miss that. What if they replace me with someone better if I don't deliver? My reputation would be ruined, no more comissions, no more money. And I don't want to be a financial burden to you... in addition to being an emotional one right now. But i have no clue how to get that stupid illusion up without creating a huge mess and-"
When Quifrey rounded the corner to your room, he found Olly holding you tight and pressing a kiss to your forhead to stop your mind from racing.
"They will not replace you. They can't. Because there simply is no one better for this comission than you," Olly tried to soothe you, but no matter how hard you wanted to, you simply couldn't believe him.
Quifrey finally joined the two of you, placing a hand on Olruggio's shoulder, "You're not going to convince her, she's too far down the spiral. She needs sleep, and by the looks of it, you do, too. Take her to bed, I'll bring you some tea in just a minute."
The dark haired wizard nodded and swiftly picked you up in one smooth motion. You tried to protest the action, but felt your tired limbs aching immediately. Defeated you sank back into Olly's arms.
"I'll be with you as soon as the girls are done with breakfast," Quifrey added, leaving to return to the kitchen.
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It wasn't until dinner time that you finally awoke from your dreamless slumber. Slowly blinking, then much faster, when it suddenly hit you. Your comission! How long had you slept for? Your rousings didn't stay unnoticed. Quifrey, who had taken Olruggio's place in bed some time in the afternoon and had kept one hand on the small of your back, pulled you closer to his chest, his gentle voice filling your ears, "It's alright, I contacted the client at the city council, they will be patient and respect your need for rest."
"You did wha- what did you tell them?!" You clung to his sleeve. What if he scared them off? What if they were now too afraid to comission you again in the future? You knew Quifrey had a way of making himself clear with others, that didn't necessarily make them stick around.
"There is no need to concern yourself with that." He simply said.
"But it does concern me now!"
"What exactly are you concerned about? Do tell me." With a patient smile, he awaited your response. And for a second, you almost forgot what actually concerned you about that. Almost.
"What if they're not going to comission me again, because I take too long, because I send my friends to delay my deadlines for me, because I'm just not good enough?" You felt tears welling up in your eyes, but fought hard to keep them down.
"And what if they do comission you again? Then you would've worked yourself to death over nothing. You must not believe every single thought inside your head, simply because it sounds like it is coming from you. Why would you doubt yourself, when you've proven nothing but capable all this time? Who is that voice inside your head really? Maybe a relative? An old friend perhaps? People have a habit of talking one down, when they're in doubt of their own abilities. Entirely unaware of the harm they're causing."
His fingers gently brushed through your hair, slowly calming the racing thoughts. He was right, it wasn't you talking yourself down. But whomever that voice belonged to, must've had a strong influence on you. That voice was hard to ignore, even harder to reason with. Quifrey noticed how you sank into thought again and gently pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
"You are a wonderful witch, Y/N, and your art and your magic are so incredible and unique. If the city council client doesn't know to appreciate it, someone else will. Other opportunities will arise. But for now, the future remains uncertain, so we should not get lost in hypotheses."
You nodded, the words slowly sinking into your brain.
"How about we go downstairs? Olly and the girls have been working on dinner for a while now, it should be ready soon. We'll eat something and have a look at your comission together afterwards?"
Your stomach grumbled in response. When did you last eat something? Quifrey gave you an amused look, "I'd take that as a 'yes'?"
"Yes, that sounds wonderful."
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The smell of hearty stew filled your nose as you and Quifrey entered the kitchen. The girls were just setting the table, while Olly added the last few spices to the stew.
Upon seeing you, Tetia dropped the spoons onto the table with a loud clank and came sprinting towards you,
"Master Y/N, you are alright, we were so worried about you!" She hugged your legs, holding you tight.
You gently patted her head with an apologetic look on your face, "No need to worry about me, I'm sorry I didn't come to see you in the morning,"
"It's alright, Master Quifrey helped me with my hair. I'm just so glad you're okay!"
"So am I", Olly said, placing the steaming pot full of delicious stew on the table, "Dinner's ready!", he announced. Tetia finally let you go to take her seat with the other girls. All of them seeming content, that everything was back to normal. Even Agott appeared to be a bit relieved, that it was nothing serious.
After a dinner full of joy and laughter, you, Olly and Quifrey sat down around your comission, trying to figure out the issue. Frustration easily bubbled back up inside of you, but your partners noticed the slight change in your demeanor faster than you did yourself,
"We'll figure this out", Olly said, gently taking your hand into his and warming it. Quifrey placed a reassuring kiss on your temple adding, "And if we don't, the world will keep on spinning." And as if their presence drowned out that voice inside of you, this time, you believed them.
a hybrid samoyed phainon x female reader modern au
overview: he may be a new dog, but heâs more than ready to show off his wild side. make sure not to be fooled by his eyes, because this pup knows how to get what he wants.
or maybe youâre into that? come, book him now. let that fantasy turn into reality!Â
wc: 4.4kÂ
notes: guys. guys. please. iâm a decent person i promise but it is what it is ok phainon makes me feel things and and plâ
kidding aside, if this concept isnât your fancy, feel to free to look at the other side. stayed up until 4 am to finish this. idk what went inside my brain tbh. also cw suggestive!
This is a sign to walk dogs every Sunday in Okhema City!Â
Volunteer and make their day even better. â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
If youâre interested, feel free to contact us through our page and on our site: @WalkYourDog on Astralgram | www.walkyourdog.com on the World Wound Web.
Click. Click. Click.
Inside your bedroom, specifically situated in your own sheets, you release a breath that youâve been holding. You stare in intrigue at the publication material currently displayed on your PC screen: on a bright, bold shade of yellow, it says, Volunteer Dog Walkers needed! accompanied with a vector of an adorable golden retriever biting a leash. Or, well, supposedly holding the leash.
You tap thrice on your mousepad.
Warmth spreads in your chest as you browse through endearing photos of happy dogs. Happy dogs of different kinds who were, presumably, walked by previous volunteers. Numerous supporters flooded the postâtheir traction wasnât bad. They had lots of heart reactions. Comments. Some were calling how lovely the dogs were, and how great their company was, to the point that theyâd âvolunteerâ again.
This, of course, is excellent for someone like you.Â
Itâs considered a green light in your eyes if the internet has given Walk Your Dog, a rating of 4 to 5 stars for their service, because this means this is the real deal, and that thereâs nothing to worry about.Â
So, how did you get into this position again?
Well, simply put! There were things still yet to be explored. You donât know a lot about said world yet ( the world seems so big now and full of possibilities ), and since youâre stepping into adulthood, it wouldnât hurt to get to know more about it.
And besides, this is most definitely not motivated by your friends who have their own side quests. This is definitely not because you feel like you have to prove to anyone that thereâs something going on with your life, and that youâre not just stuck on doing your academic duties and responsibilities.Â
Castorice joined a book club. Mydei and his bros enrolled in a cake baking class. Cipher gets often invited to trivia nights.Â
And you? Whatâs going on with your life?
You tap on your mousepad again.
Iâm going to volunteer. And Iâm gonna walk a dog, youâll say. And itâs going to be great!
You are most definitely not peer pressured. You repeat again. You are definitely not proving something. This is what people at your age do. Do activities. Discover more hobbies. Learn about what the world has to offer.
The site loads, and you read what the webpage reveals to you.
Walk Your Dog
We are Okhemaâs #1 Dog Walking Service.
We are open 24/7.
Drama and Scam Free environment!
Browse and enjoy our dog walking experiences!
In Okhema Activity Park, you find yourself sitting on a bench under a tree.Â
Itâs hot as hell, but youâre grateful for the wind every now and then. And besides, the weather is not going to ruin your mood todayâbecause youâre hella excited to walk a damn cute dog, and not just because youâll also get to post it on social media, for your friends to see that you are not just occupied by a thesis, or your internship, because thatâs just boring.
You are practicing balancing your life well before graduation, and thatâs good.
Because it means youâre not behind. And because thereâs more to life than cramming academic work.
As you wait, you momentarily recall the past few nightsâ events:
In walkyourdog.com, you surely took your time in choosing your options after signing up. There were plenty of super cute dogs to walk, and in all honesty, you really wanted to walk all of them. Â
But you didnât have that much money ( student budget is waving ), and it really wasnât recommended by the agency. They have strict rules, which is understandable, and according to them, only special volunteers can get to have that choice. Youâre not entirely sure of what they mean by that, but you figured that it was probably reserved for regular volunteers, or volunteers who have done them a great favor. So first timers were not part of the equation.
What you see is what you get. Always!Â
Feel free to contact our email, [email protected] or our number, 000-0355-0336 for additional inquiries and bookings.
OUR DOGS
100% REAL and RECENT PICTURE GUARANTEED!Â
Seriously, there were a lot of super cute dogs, but most of them were already booked. It amazed you that their service was so top tier that the dogs were not available. This could only mean that despite how cruel the world can be, there was still hope for humanityâbecause they were willing to make an effort. They wanted the dogs to be happy through volunteerism.
And this really inspires you.Â
The community is awesome.
So even though most of the dogs were already booked, you got luckyâbecause you landed on one.Â
Phainon was the dogâs name when your mouse hovered on his panel. You swooned when you saw the pupâs picturesâPhainon was an adorable fluffy samoyed, and you could already envision walking the cloud. Youâd seriously take lots of photos when you get your hands on him, and youâd definitely bury your face on the dogâs snowy fur.Â
You also plan to record the dogâs woofs, because aeons, samoyeds were seriously just so CUTE. Well. At least thatâs what Astraltok shows you. Some of them may be a bit too exaggerated or perfect looking, but nothing could go wrong when it comes to dogs.
So, yeah. Phainon. The fluffy samoyed. Walk Your Dog claimed that Phainon was a great companion, and that heâd make sure to make your time with him worthwhile. They also emphasized that being with him would surely be unforgettable, and this excited you even more.Â
You felt so proud of yourself that time. You were going to have so much fun with the dog, and you were definitely not going to brag about it on social media.
Phainon may be a new dog, but heâs more than ready to show off his wild side. Make sure not to be fooled by his eyes, because this pup knows how to get what he wants.
Or maybe youâre into that? Come, book him now. Let that fantasy turn into reality!Â
Phainon the Samoyed had a weird description, sure, but you still progressed in volunteering. You also made note of the additional information that was also in the dogâs profile, like his age being 21, and his measurements, but you ascertained it to the service being creative. Perhaps he was 21 in dog years, and he was 5â11. . . well, if the pup probably stood in two feet. Kind of terrifying to think about, but samoyeds were big dogs, werenât they?
Anywho, you werenât too particular with the details. All that matters is that youâre going to walk and bond with a super cute fluffy dog today, and youâll be broadcasting in Astralgram, because you have a life. All that matters is youâre doing something good for the pet community, and that youâre doing pretty well as a member of the society.Â
Ping! Your phone flashes you a notification, and you suppress your squeals. Phainon is about to arrive soon! đ
Actually, no, you canât hide your squealing. Youâre very much thrilled by what youâre about to do in the next few minutes, because youâre finally going to meet the fluffiest ball ever. Youâre gonna kneel to its level, squish its super duper cute face, bask in its presence, before skipping away to walk it for two damn hours.Â
Itâs gonna be one hell of a time for you, and youâve mentally patted your back for such a good job.Â
âHi, good morning! Are youââ A breathy, yet deep voice calls for your name, and you pause. âThe one who booked for Walk Your Dog?â
You turn around, already beaming and expecting the white samoyed. âYesâ!â Only to not see said white samoyed anywhere, but a gorgeous, gorgeous tall man with white, fluffy hair and the bluest eyes youâve ever seen. A gorgeous, gorgeous man who apparently hides a lot of beef under that tight, compression shirt, and you gulp. Then, you shake your head, focusing in on the present. What the? Who is this? Is this a staff from the service? âUm. Sorry. Whereâs the dog?â
The man blinks, puzzled. You donât know why heâs also confused, and for some reason, alerts inside your head start to go off.Â
Wait a second.
He rubs the back of his head. âOh! Well. You see, Iâm the dog.â White, noâsnowy, pointed ears perk up from his tuffs, and your lips part at the sight. Wait. You catch an even fluffier tail behind him wag, and this time, your jaw drops. To the floor. âIâm Phainon. Iâll be the samoyed youâll be walking today!â
Your knees give in.
And just as planned, you did kneel in front of the samoyed.
Again, you donât know a lot about the world. No one does. No one is that perfect.
So can anyone really blame you for being stupid?
Well, Cipher would surely laugh. Aunt Tribios and Aglaea did give you both a life lesson once, that not everything you see is what they seem, and theyâve never been more right. How did you miss it? How can you be so dense?
Now everythingâs making sense.Â
âYou see, thereâs this thing called hiding in plain sight,â Aglaea said before, when she was stitching a torn up shirt of Cipherâs. âThere may be one person, or a group of people who would utilize this strategy. You both ought to be careful. Make sure to stay vigilant at all times. If your gut tells you that thereâs something off, then thereâs something off.â
Well, how were you supposed to know that Walk Your Dog was a secret escort service in Okhema!?
âNo, youâre not just using your brain,â is what Mydei will say if he learns about this. Then Castorice will admonish him and console you. But you have no plans of telling them that your plan of proving to the universe that you have something going on backfired, because you scored a date. Or a hookup. Holy shit.
âW-Wait, Miss, what happened?! Why are you on the ground?â Youâre spiraling so much that you havenât registered it yet that the samoyed hybrid also knelt down with you. That the samoyed is trying his best how to handle you. Everythingâs making sense. Oh my god. The fucking site. The fucking site!
The fucking site that had so much weird ass descriptions.Â
100% REAL and RECENT PICTURE GUARANTEED. Â
A great companion, and that heâd make sure to make your time with him worthwhile.
Phainon may be a new rescue dog, but heâs more than ready to show off his wild side. Make sure not to be fooled by his eyes, because this pup knows how to get what he wants.
Unforgettable.
Or maybe youâre into that? Come, book him now. Let that fantasy turn into reality!Â
21.Â
Oh my god, his age. Itâs not in dog years. Itâs actually his fucking age, andâyou gape at him. Horrified, by this epiphany.Â
5â11. Heâs fucking 5â11.
Yeah, humanity was a mistake.Â
Humanity had a bunch of weirdos.Â
âMiss?â
You feel your heart cry out. No fucking way he looks this adorable too because fuck, dog hybrids are seriously one of a kind because youâre endeared even though youâre severely weirded out by this whole situation. He has his ears flopped, and tail drooped down.
What a wonderful hybrid. He seems earnest in his worrying for you, with his hands fumbling around your form, not knowing where to touch.Â
You swallow, before gripping his wrists. Wow, heâs warm, and heâs solid. Heâs real. And heâs gorgeous. Fuck, you think youâre about to fall into some sort of rabbit hole.
He freezes, before blinking again. His eyes are on you, and you swallow again, panicking.
âIâm sorry, there mustâve been a HUGE misunderstanding. Huge,â you tell him, with lips quivering. You donât know why you said huge again, but you blame it on him for having larger hands. ( If he held yours, youâre sure itâll be concealed by how large they are. ) People who are passing by in Okhema Activity Park witness your pathetic attempts of repenting, and you wish for the soil to devour you whole. But you must face the consequences of your actions, âcause thatâs just how life works. âPlease, forget that this happened. And I know what itâs like for you guys, andâwell, I havenât experienced it, but Iâve heard stories, so just. Take my money. Phainon.â
You even said his name, and you watch how his eyes go a little wide at that, as if stunned. As if heâs fascinated by what had just transpired. You donât know why heâs making that face, but you assume that this case you have with him is a first for him.
His ears perk up, and his tail wags briefly, before he returns to the expression he had before.Â
What the hell.
His ears lower back down, and he purses his lips.
â. . .So, weâre not going for a walk?â
You feel as if a heavy boulder was thrown against your back. Heâs CONCERNED about the fucking WALK!?
Youâve really never felt more stupid in your life.
As of the moment, to at least prove to the world that youâre doing well as a member of society, youâre not crossing the pedestrian lane even though there were no cars passing around.Â
The stoplight is red.
And on your side, is a panting, giddy pure bred samoyed beside you, while holding his leash.
Walk Your Dog said, the pup knows how to get what he wants.Â
Youâve explained to him briefly that you genuinely thought that this was a literal dog walking service, hence the immediate cancellation of this session. You thought that Phainon the Samoyed would laugh at you, judge you for being such a goddamn idiot, before taking his money away.Â
But no such thing happened. Instead, he merely laughed. It was so dreamy you werenât going to lie, you had to stop yourself from clutching your chest. Then, the understanding hybrid remarked, âIf thatâs the case, allow yourself to walk me still. I just couldnât take your money without doing anything.â
To which you retorted, âIâm giving you an opportunity, pup. To earn free money.â
He just grinned with his eyes closed. âAnd Iâm also giving you an opportunity to get to know each other. Or to get to know about the service. Wouldnât that be fun? Well, that is, if youâre interested. So, what do you say?â
A normal person wouldâve just rejected the offer. And insist for the hybrid to take the money because you unintentionally wasted his time. And yet you relented, because again, Walk Your Dog explicitly said that Phainon knows how to get what he wants.
You couldnât believe you were so weak.
Plus, you did say that it wouldnât hurt to learn more about the world.
âPlease? I promise, Iâm gonna make it worth your while.â
How familiar, you almost lurched.
It didnât help that he used the scrunched eyebrows and almost shimmering blue eyes combo, too.
Fucking dogs, you swear.
So when you said fine, you ignored the fact how your heart performed somersaults when he beamed. His perky white ears made an appearance, and his fluffy white tail wagged again behind him.Â
You raised your hand before he can even speak, âBut I have one request!! Um, can you turn into a samoyed? Please?âÂ
It was already so weird, but thank the aeons Phainon did.
He laughed again. Why was his laugh hot? Damn it. âSure! If thatâs what the client wants.â
More like what he wants, âno? You suppose Phainon is in his most comfortable form because heâs clearly enjoying the walk with his tongue out. Itâs a cute sight, reallyâand you are resisting the urge to take a damn photo for your dignity, but you fear you'll collapse soon.
Also, youâve walked Phainon. Dogs like walks. And dogs like exploring and meeting new people.Â
But for some reason, even though people coo at Phainon to get his attention, and he gives them in return, Phainon more so keeps on looking at you, or fully fixates on you.
Must be part of the dog package or something, you ponder quietly when you dip your head down, and meet his adorable fluffy face while you saunter the streets together. His tail wags cheerfully, and your hand twitches. Oh god, control yourself, girl. Thatâs a hybrid. What youâre going to do is weird. Odd. Strange. And whatever synonym you can think of.
After 30 mins of walking, youâve decided to take a breather in another bench in Okhema Activity Park. You recall how embarrassed you got when you were strapping the leash on Phainonâs collar in his dog form, because again, thatâs a hybridâhe turns into a human, donât ever forget, and itâs already so weird that youâre putting a collar on a species that also turns into human, but this is how this service worked, apparently.Â
( Also, itâs amazing how the sun mark on his neck can also be seen in his full dog form, but through his fur. )
Speaking of the samoyed, he was just gazing at you again, and you donât know what heâs thinking about. Not until he bonks your knee with his head, and you lift a brow questioningly.
You nervously ask, âWâWhat?âÂ
Another bonk.Â
âWhat, Phainon? Do you want toâto pee, or something?â
If he did, he already did. And you have an inkling that Phainon is not that gross. He has decorum still. Most likely heâll be hiding somewhere else just to flush it all out.Â
Then, Phainon whines. Be still, your heart. Oh my god. Why is he so cute? And why are you so mean? Thereâs a real, pure samoyed looking at you with the saddest eyes ever. Youâre evil for not doing anything.
âIâI donât know what you want,â you admit to him. âIf you want something, say it. You canât talk in that form?â
He huffs. Mustâve been a yes. And since he canât talk, Phainonâs fluffy head searches for your hand. His heated breath brushes over your skin, and before you know it, he gives you a lick.
âWoah, hey! Why are youââ
Phainon whines again, and it hits you. You gawk at him for a moment, still contemplating if youâre going to proceed with what you have to do. Then Phainon rests his chin on your knee, begging, and thereâs an arrow that strikes you from behind.
Aeons.
âA-ah,â you stammer, before a shaky hand elevates, shadowing a bit of the dogâs face. âMy bad. I just thought itâll be odd for me to pet you, considering the situationââ
Another whine. How many more whines will it get? You donât know if youâre seriously going to crash out because youâre anxious by the fast course of events, but also charmed at the same time because Phainonâs so cute and you donât want to mess things up. This is the full truth.
âOkay, okay. Fine. Sure. IâmâIâm gonna pet you. Just hold still, okay?â
And itâs not a groundbreaking climax. He complies, and you slowly rest your palm on top of his head, testing the water. Seconds pass, and wowâwow. Itâs fluffier than you can ever imagine. It is like a cloud. He is like a fluffball.
Phainon leans onto your touch, and you watch how his tail wags side by side again. In those Walk Your Dog marketing materials, youâve gotten a rough idea of what dogs look like when theyâre happy.
And Phainon seems thoroughly overjoyed by the petting.
You shatter. You just canât handle it anymore. Another hand raises, and you, in full force, start to squish the samoyedâs face, irrevocably captivated. You have been won over by the samoyed.
Luckily for you, Phainon didnât mind.
30 minutes of walking flew byâand again, youâre sitting on a bench, but this time, you have the samoyed beside you. Residents of Okhema have stolen pictures, and even asked for your permission prior to this. You let them because you donât own Phainon.Â
A few minutes ago, the samoyed quietly. . . yet freely cuddled itself close to you. He pressed his snout on your arm, and then on your neck. It was a weird sensation but you yelped when his wet nose touched your cheek.
Two eyes blinked when you took a look at him. As if he was examining your reactions. As if he was finding out what you were about to do next.
Again, it was weird ( you have no idea how much youâve used the word weird ), but you sighed, and carefully leaned back against him anyway. Soon enough, your head was resting on the pupâs side, and your eyes were slightly blocked by snow fur.
Then, Phainon gives a deep woof, and you close your eyes.
You hear the thumpthumpthump, but pay it no mind.
It will be over soon. You did not waste those two hours. The dog insisted the walks. You have photos and videos to share now, too.
âDid you have fun today?â
You instantly detach yourself away from him after that. Heâs back to his hybrid human self. Feeling your cheeks heating up, you nod bashfully. âUmây-yeah!â Then, you narrow your eyes at him. âCan you also give me a headâs up at least when youâre transforming back?â
Phainon snickers, âIâm sorry. You seemed so content that I didnât want to disturb you.â Then, he smiles lightly. âWhich means you did, since you did not even notice me transforming back?â
Now your face gets even hotter. âWhat. No!â Phainonâs ears are up again, and his tail is wagging, again. Fuck. âIâm not a weirdo.â
Phainon just laughs again, âSure.â
âI am not!â
âMm,â He hums, and your heart skips when that smile remains on his lips.Â
You avert your gaze away, not knowing how to feel about that.
Thereâs a few minutes of silence. To avoid feeling awkward, you listen to the sounds inside Okhema Activity Park. The leaves rustling from above. The kidsâ voices as they run around the grass. The bells ringing from passing bikes.Â
And Phainonâs gentle breathing beside you.
âYou smell really good, you know,â he says, and of course, youâre taken aback.
âB-bwuh? What?â
You stare at him as if he grew two heads. Youâre waiting for the Iâm just kidding, but his expression hasnât changed a bit. In fact, heâs genuine.
âI said you smell good. You smell nice.â
Now whoâs calling me weird? Or maybe because this is just how hybrids are. You donât know their biology. âI donât know what to feel about that.â
The amused Phainon smiles wider. âTrust me, itâs a compliment.â
âTo be honest Iâm a bit freaked out.â
âUnderstandable.â
You look away again. You want to tell him to turn into a samoyed so this wonât be awkward, because youâre intimidated by his size, because does he know that his pecs are about to pop out from his compression shirt, or or that heâs shining so brightly you canât look away, or or â
âItâs still so comical how you thought that this was a literal dog walking service,â Phainon suddenly brings up, and you glance at him. âWalk Your Dog is clever with their strategy to attract their potential clients or target audience. At first glance, it may seem innocent at the surface, not until you dig deeper. Did you really not realize that weâre not all what we seem?â
âI get it. Thereâs no need to rub it in, Phainon,â you pout at him, and you miss his ears twitch. âThereâs still a lot of things that I donât know about the world, okay?â
Phainon releases another chuckle. âOkay. I wonât hold it against you.â
âŚ
There are numerous thumps as the samoyedâs tail continuously wags behind him. âBut seriously, how come youâve never realized?â
You groan, âPhainon!â
@ intergalacticbaseballer
Walkyourdog services is actually 10/10 btw
@ evernight
What?? You actually tried it?Â
@ intergalacticbaseballer
Yeah
It was fun
@ permansorterrae
I actually donât want to ask the details.
Feel free not to share with us.
@ intergalacticbaseballer
Did you know that booking a 2 hour session is a quickie?
@ permansorterrae
No. And I really donât want to know.
@ evernight
But I want to!
Tell us more LOL
@ intergalacticbaseballer
WELL THEN
@ permansorterrae
Come on.Â
@ intergalacticbaseballer
If a hybrid dog thinks that you smell good, itâs an indication that youâre a potential mate
So if you keep on booking them for example, thereâs a very high chance that the hybrid may terminate their employment to pursue said potential mate
Which is, to be perfectly honest, absolute cinema
Iâd love to watch that drama
@ evernight
Thatâs actually really professional of themÂ
At least there are no work violations
@ intergalacticbaseballer
Right right!
Though imagine the mess if the hybrid continued to work under work your dog??? Super messy
Anyway
I have another info to share abt them
@ permansorterrae
Why do you know so much about the hybrids and their service?
@ intergalacticbaseballer
Got to know during a 12 hour session, baby!Â
đ¤Ş
@ permansorterrae
We really didnât need to know about that.
@ intergalacticbaseballer
But now you do.
My friend, if you ever try out Walk Your Dog,
@ permansorterrae
I promise you, I wonât.
@ intergalacticbaseballer
If the hybrid keeps on biting and biting you, that also means they want you as their mate
Theyâre claiming you, marking you as theirs
Hybrids donât normally do that with their clients
But they will if they see a potential mate, or if the client is into that
@ permansorterrae
Again, why do we need to know this?
@ evernight
Because Iâm curious!
âSo.â Tonight, you are facing Cipherâs shit-eating grin in the coffee shop where you guys regularly meet after each semester. Sipping her iced drink, she says, âSomeoneâs been active. You having fun walking a dog these days, huh?â
Your heart pounds. Itâs no secret that youâve been posting about the samoyed recently. Youâve shared in Astralgram how youâve been spending time with the pup every two weeks, or sometimes even every week, when youâre missing him. You go on walks, or even eat out togetherâunfortunately your pup is a big eater, itâs concerning sometimes.
You wonât forget that one day when he asked if he could take a bite of your burger, and he literally devoured the whole thing. His tail was wagging so happily despite you admonishing him for the biggest crime he ever committed.Â
But still, your friends do not know.
They do not know the truth.
âYeah. Walking the dog is actually helping me get into shape. I walk him every two hours whenever I have him.â You tell them, and you swirl your preferred order with your teaspoon.
Castorice sends you a wonderful smile. âThat sounds wonderful. If you wouldnât mind, maybe we could join you one day when you walk the samoyed?â
Oh, no. Thatâs not possible. Over your dead body. They cannot know. Even though you and Phainon plan to act all normal, these three friends of yours will eventually realize whatâs all underneath it.
But still, remain calm. Remain composed. Like Mydei, who has just his eyes shut tight, and arms crossed, though heâs evidently listening.
âSâsure, one day, one day,â You laugh a little. âBut Iâll have to warn youâheâs a bit of a biter. Nowadays, he canât stop biting me for some reason. It doesnât hurt. And it doesnât bleed. I feel like itâs more of a playful bite, if anything.â
âHe could probably still be thinking that heâs a puppy,â Cipher explains with a shrug. âAll dogs have that phase. They still think that theyâre like young babies.â
An image of Phainon, in his full samoyed form, or even in his hybrid human form, making himself comfortable in your lap, or laying on top of you, appears in your mind. That couldnât be further than the truth.
âPhainon, youâre so heavy! Stop it!â
He just laughs, and ignores you anyway. Itâs already too late for you to push him away because he found the perfect spot to melt against you. He sighs in delight.
âGood night.â
âWhat?! No, Phainonâget off!â
âHaha, call my name again?â
You were suffocating so overwhelmed that day because of a gorgeous slash beefy hybrid samoyed man on top of you, and yet you wouldnât have it any other way.
And when the topic shifts to a new one, you give the floor to Cipher and Castorice as they share updates from their new adventures. It is not long before Mydei elbows you lightly on the arm, and you look up at him, curious.
âWhat?â
âYouâre glowing.â
Your face steams. âWha-?â
âGlowing.â He narrows his eyes at you. âIs walking the dog the only thing happening in your life right now?â
Your task of letting the world know that you have something going on is successful, but you also have to bear the outcomes that will be gradually thrown your way.
After all. . . walking the dog, in this new context youâve found yourself in, meant two different things.
