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[Alhaitham x AFAB! Reader]
Synopsis: In the heart of Sumeru, thrives the peaceful and unique kingdom to which governed by the monarchy. A young prince experiences a strange succession of dreams to which a mysterious woman comforts him. Wouldn't it be delightful to make this dreams into a reality?
Words: 5.4k (NOT BETA READ)
Tags: AFAB! Reader, slight teasing, Prince! Alhaitham x Goddess Reader. Pronouns for AFAB reader are she/her. Alhaitham slightly obsessed with you. Alhaitham raging thoughts about you (look at what you did to this poor man!) So far, this will be main tags, more will be added on the following chapters.
A/N: OKAY, I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO UPDATE FOR MONTHS. I know I should've posted this around August but I was so busy and experienced writers block so I went to travel and did girly stuff just to get back on track so I sincerely apologize for the very late upload. I'm currently working on the third part since I planned on making this having four chapters. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this and upcoming chapters! - xoxo Circe𝜗𝜚
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This was rather unexpected, you thought to yourself. He was different and that bothered you. Was he not satisfied to see the literal woman of his dreams come to life? The thought itself made you furrow your brows as you tagged along him and his pet.
Upon reaching his study, the motif itself was very much like the monarchy and himself. Cabinets filled with scrolls and another separate cabinet that are yet to be filled with scrolls of whatever he is working on. His study was open and wide, the heart of his study was his huge table decorated with weighing scales and papers piled up and two papyrus papers were scattered open in the middle that somehow looked like a map that is yet to be filled up.
"Have a seat," Alhaitham spoke, instructing Jihad to sit down to which the feline responded with a chuff before settling himself down and yawning.
You stood there by the door that was just closed and watched him unfold in his usual setting. I guess Alhaitham would call this his own man cave. He gazed at you and heaved a sigh. "I meant you, of course. Have a seat, don't mind Jihad."
In return, you only replied with a small nod and found a seat just beside the cabinets. You decided not to sit and to stand and observe the scrolls piled up. Your eyes are busy with the tags and labels of each scroll. Alhaitham on the other hand kept sitting by his table and crossed his arms.
The probing has begun, he asked numerous questions to which you replied. He didn't ask where you came from, he was objective, thus only questioning matters regarding the further regions of the sands. From hidden mausoleums to locations to mark, he continued to seek the pursuit of knowledge for the expansion project. It was quite strange, here you thought that he would be asking you rather personal questions. It did bother you but of course, it would not let you falter.
"Your highness..." one of his servants came inside after knocking. "...it is dinner. The young lady is invited to eat as well, said your father."
Alhaitham replied with a nod before the servant left. He then gazed back at you before he stood up and spoke.
"You heard him."
Oh the knock of this guy. You thought.
Dinner was quite fine, the sorts of foods that would satisfy one's appetite. Alhaitham exchanged a few words with his father and his father to you. At some point, the question directed towards you was answered by Alhaitham.
"Please eat, I will answer my father's questions." He whispered to which you only replied with a slow nod as you took a spoonful of the desert.
The following days were the same, this time it was different. You were actually helping him out with the mapping. You could see how delicate and neat he works with the maps. Not only that, he was detail oriented as well. Asking you questions about what was within that small area or what notable features did it possess. He was indeed more than just a prince with a face, he possessed an aristocratic and wise quality.
It was because during mapping sessions, guards and scribes would randomly enter his study chambers and update him with the ongoing plans and treaties that he, of course, would indulge himself and the queries.
"If you'll excuse me, I will return in a short while." He left his markers and tools used for outlining the maps scattered at the table. You replied with a small nod and watched him leave the chambers whilst talking to one of the scribes.
This day, the mapping was almost finished but he was summoned by his father. Leaving you alone in his chamber. It was afternoon and the chamber was filled with rays of the sun that beamed, highlighting small spaces within his study. Come to think of it, no matter how busy this man is, his study was undeniably neat. Not a single scroll was misplaced nor scattered around the floor. You would expect that this man had no time to organize yet his room differs from your expectations.
His study was a wide room with an open space in the middle with a long and rectangle shaped table. Beside it was a red sofa filled with plush pillows on each end. You took the liking of comfortably sitting and observing the space he usually works on a daily basis. A whiff of the incense laced your nose, inhaling the comforting scent. A little while later, Jihad entered the study with a big yawn as he slowly walked towards the sofa.
He was a big feline but such a baby when his prince was near him, demanding for rubs. As you stayed in the palace for quite some time, Jihad has grown fond of you. He would greet you with his successions of chuff or nudge his head against your knees, a cue to pet him to which you spoil him. Surprisingly, Jihad took the big pillow he usually sleeps in by dragging it with his teeth and placing it near your feet and comfortably laying himself for a short nap.
"You know what, Jihad..." you spoke, stretching your arms and back before you took one of the pillows and patted each side. "...a nap doesn't sound bad after all."
And just like that, you lie down and slumber visits you. On the other hand, Alhaitham was discussing with his father. The usual one, expedition and mapping. Not until his father mentioned how you were.
"What do you mean?" Alhaitham asked, not looking at his father as his eyes were too fixated from the pieces of figures in his father's embossed maps.
"Do you even know her name?" The king paused from placing a few more pieces.
"That's rather a strange query, your grace." He took one of the pieces, a triangular shaped piece, and placed it near two smaller pieces with the identical shape.
Of course, he didn't know your name. It didn't cross his mind to know or ask what was your name. Not that it didn't curious him, he simply just didn't feel it. Now the thought of what your name was, he recalled addressing you as 'hey' or 'woman' a couple of days ago. Strange and certainly infuriating.
"Do you know her name then, father?"
"My, of course, son."
"Good for you."
The king only sighed at his rather indifferent attitude. Truth be told, he was genuinely curious about you. Everything about you was a mystery that is yet to be revealed. In an outward perspective, he did not care. To which you and probably the king, finds strange.
He was quite aware of how you and his woman of dreams looked alike and how similar your voices were. On top of that, the little fluid and elegant manners you had as you carried yourself in helping the young prince further expanded his curiosity. He found you rather strange but in his mind, you and that woman of dreams of his were different and he rejected the idea that it was you personified.
"She's quite a pretty woman herself, don't you think?"
"Hm, she is, I suppose?"
The talk about you went on for hours, only for Alhaitham to reply in such a stingy way. After a few more talks, the prince decided to go back to his study to check the scrolls.
It was the same routine everyday, to the point that it seemed like a loop that never ended. At this point, your plan seemed like a written reminder that you somehow never did.
"The expedition begins in two days, I suggest you get your best sleep since we're heading to the sands." Alhaitham spoke, without looking at you, afterall, he was a busy man with a scroll on his right hand and a pen on his other hand.
"I'm coming?" You stopped petting the feline.
"I will accompany you with a few of my chosen travelers and men."
"Oh..."
"Your ladies have also prepared your tent and things, do you wish to bring anything else?"
"Uh...I-I suppose I'll be thinking about it."
"Hm, tell me what you'll be bringing so I will get them to prepare it. Understood?"
"Yes," you replied, looking at him as Jihad nudged his head gently against your cheeks and chuffled. "Thank you."
Come to think of it, your world revolved a bit of eating savory meals, having to experience luxurious baths almost everyday, a free stroll around the extravagant palace, watch people do stuff for you, dressed up with the finest silk offered by the palace, and of course, having a premium closeness to the prince by being his aid. Suitable just for a goddess like you. But alas, do they even try to know what you truly are? Does HE know or even try to know you? Shame that you will never know.
It was no doubt that the prince had a charming face and a mysterious personality that entices a few faces from different kingdoms. Princesses and high ranking courtesans seemingly throwing themselves to the young prince's feet, offering themselves to him as an act.of devotion. To which of course, he politely declines. These ministrations and how he reacts to it somehow made you curious over the past few days that you couldn't help but want to ask. However, you decided to ask a different and a more serious query.
"Alhai- I mean, your highness, is it okay if I ask something?"
The young prince stopped what he was doing and slowly turned and tilted his head, enough for you to see the side of his face.
"Call me 'Alhaitham', we're in my chambers." He spoke. "I'd like you to call me by my name, so refrain from addressing me formally."
"Why so?"
"Is that what you're initially asking then?"
"No."
"Hm, then I'll only answer you if you do as I say." A small smile formed on his lips.
Truth be told, Alhaitham wasn't fond of questions. It was like a meticulous task for him and it tired him out. However, there are such exemptions to these matters especially when it comes to you. Of course, he could only think of it as a way to return his favour because you had assisted him for almost a month on his ongoing expedition. Think of it as him being a gentleman.
You slowly nodded with his instructions and slowly said his name. It was new, you were so used to calling him with his honorary titles, but the prince himself granted you permissions to casually call him his name. Oh, what a beautiful name, you thought to yourself.
"Alhaitham."
"Hm? What is it?" He slowly shifted his body, dropped his pen and scroll to his table, and faced his body to you. Now he was welcomed with this... rather innocent view of yours. You were sitting by his carpet while his dear feline rested its big head on your lap. Your sincere eyes meeting his hawk-like gaze, plump lips, and such beauty.
Alhaitham wouldn't deny it but your beauty would be considered as the realm's delight. Such beauty you behold, he wonders what kind of alchemy create such ethereal beauty like you. And then he realized something, your beauty alone had a choke hold on him and he realized it late.
"I have come to notice that you have suitors, women coming from different regions." You started slow but with an obvious topic to which you already prepared the rejection of answering your curious query. "Why do you not entertain them?"
You asked, seemingly patting the head of Jihad yet you never really looked at him.
Alhaitham paused for a moment, and pondered, what the real answer is to that question. Was it an academic curiosity that urged him to convince his father to explore the desert that genuinely kept the young prince in a hectic place? Perhaps the idea that marriage was far from his perspective as of the moment, considering he never was in a position to rush matters that revolved around tying bonds with anyone?
Does he even see himself falling for someone? Of course, but when will he start to do so? Was there really a remarkable person that could persuade the heir to the throne?
He only stared at your petting to his Jihad as he sighed, he wasn't really sure what to tell you. Although this question wasn't new to him considering the king has nagged him about it ever since he was of age, he somehow had a peculiar feeling. He silently commended you on how you questioned him about serious matters, but as an outsider to his personal life, you really had the guts to ask him.
Maybe answering you wasn't much of a hassle, after all he had the time in the world to either reject your query or keep your growing curiosity company.
"I suppose if I tell you, then you will keep it a secret?"
The answer he gave you made you look up to him, never in beat would you think Alhaitham would set aside his usual work for a question that can be answered with a word or two. You slowly gave him a small nod, signaling that you had your senses focused on him. Alhaitham picked up your nod and took his chair, gently dragged it, and placed it just in front of you. He sat and slowly lowered his upper torso to level your face. The proximity between you and him now closer, finding yourself having a close up view of him and the very details of his astonishing beauty.
"How about this," he whispered, he was serious but there was a hint of playfulness in it. You couldn't tell if he was either serious or not, he was, after all, unpredictable. Something he had naturally. "I'll give you three statements, two of which are lies and one is the right answer."
"...and?"
"Of course, you have to guess the right one. In return, you will be doing the same." He crossed his arms and rested against the comfortable seat of the chair. Laid back and composed as ever. "If either of us had the wrong guess, a dare will compensate for it."
"I never expected the young prince to be playful, might as well amuse me by playing truth or dare?" you let out a low chuckle and caressed the feline's cheek with your thumb. Alhaitham replied with a soft scuff, since when did you start to get that kind of sarcasm?
"I'm keeping your curiosity company, might as well leave you and Jihad alone so I can work peacefully."
Never in a millennium had a man genuinely amuse you in such humor. Come to think of it, he was always serious and never replied much nor replied. You have to conclude that he was like a living machine, so to witness him in such proximity in this situation was never on your plate.
"Alright, young prince," you cleared your throat and now looking at him, your attention undivided. "Entertain me, if you please." a soft reply, you spoke.
Upon your response, Alhaitham let out a ghostly smile before he shifted his position. Alhaitham started, positioning himself by leveling you. He leaned once more, whilst he rested both his arms at each thigh, arms supporting his weight and legs partly spread.
"The kingdom of Sumeru is vast and yet to be discovered. Despite our lineage being at the throne for years, some parts itself is yet to be uncovered." he started off. Each word leaving his mouth made you gently nod, absorbing the words he said.
He continued his story coming from his past royal lineage being unsuccessful of searching through the vast sands due to the lack of equipment and knowledge of what lies ahead. Among the few of his ancestors have passed because of unexpected circumstances of their expedition during their reign. Fortunately, through the sacrifices of his kin, the present throne is able to push through the expedition and further survey of the area.
"The sands fascinated my curiosity since I was a young scholar." he crossed his arm yet he kept his gaze focused at you, never breaking it. As if he really had no intention of keeping his eyes off you, not that you'll escape. "I have no intention of taking the crown to begin with, I intend to spend my time as a man who seeks knowledge and the grain of wonders of the dunes of Sumeru."
You replied with a hum, that somehow adds to your hypothesis regarding him finding you and how this curiosity and ongoing questions somehow simply align themselves to give you answers. You weren't in a rush nor had the realization you had initial questions about how he was determined to expand his knowledge and the past aspirations of his kin to broaden their expansion.
"That leads me to saying that I do not wish to marry." Alhaitham's tone was relaxed and monotone, leaning by the soft backrest of the chair he sat.
Shifting, he rested his right hand by the arm rest and his left hand supporting his head as he paused. He looked at you, observing your curious face as he took a pause. Surprisingly, he somehow found himself pleased with this view. Not that he felt that he was superior looking down on you, it was more of how you looked. How effortlessly you made him look at you in awe with your beauty. Those curious and innocent looking eyes you had, spoke for you. It felt like you didn't even have to utter a word for him to digest what you're thinking. Perhaps it is true what they say: the eyes never lie.
"Why?" you gazed at him.
"I am not in a rush nor has it ever crossed my mind," he replied.
"I doubt."
"Who are you to doubt me?"
You let out a soft chuckle with his question.
"I don't doubt you, my prince." you replied. "I doubt how it never crossed your mind."
Alhaitham, interested with your answer, slowly let his curiosity tiptoe. Perhaps it was the perfect time to open your subject to him. The reason why you are here, the reason why you're infront of him, and why he even has the opportunity to speak to you. Of course, you didn't want to surprise him with everything. You had other plans, after all, who doesn't like the chase?
"Perhaps not marriage."
"Then?"
"Perhaps you had someone in mind." you lowered your voice but sure enough that Alhaitham heard of it, he never recalled anyone being so pesky in his mind. He was after all a busy man, he was.
"How can you confirm this suspicion then?"
"I think that leads us to me answering your little game, your highness."
Delightful but terribly annoying on how you seem to know or even assume he gave out the wrong statement but alas, he would never know your true potential if he did not give you the chance to speak. He never belittles anyone's academic and intellectual capability, it was just that he never truly had to try hard to prove anything. But here you are, it seems like someone like you knows how to bite.
"Go on."
"Based on the structure of your statements, I concluded that you were telling the truth regarding the matters of your family's lineage dating back and your history with the dunes." you started, confident but sure. You sat upright but never forgot to pet the asleep feline by your thighs.
"This also leads me to sum up that you do not have plans nor initial plans with the crown, I can recall a certain interaction with the king. He mentioned, nonverbatim, that 'the prince truly amuses me for he is the only heir of this dying lineage of kings, yet he spares no time to reckon keeping up this dynasty of honorable kings.'" With a smile, you looked at Alhaitham.
Perhaps the young prince looked down on such a peculiar woman like you. He often had the perception that you were just an odd woman looking for trouble near the site. He wasn't new to women performing such an act just to get his attention. That in case he was presumably correct, he paid no attention at all. Truly, you were more than just a delight to his study chambers, you intrigue the young prince.
Your assertion kept the young prince amused. In a way he could never comprehend with simple words. Something ignited inside him that his chest felt heavy, in a sense that it also wanted to break free. He could hear the hitch of his inhale and heavy yet silent exhale.
There was something about you that kept Alhaitham's feelings exalted at the present. For such an ethereal looking woman with a peculiar habit of surprising anyone, you did so much aside stir up feelings from him that he could not comprehend what it was. It was warm yet a chill would run his spine.
“Perhaps you can say that marriage itself has never been in the status as convenient to you but to say that you had no person to think of intrigues me a lot, sir.”
“You're doubting me?
“I distress your majesty, perhaps let us put it in this way…” you sat up and fixed your posture. Surely, this would sound ridiculous but oh well, better have said it then regret it afterwards.
“You’re assuming then?” Alhaitham argued, keeping up his neutral expression while internally being entertained with her little show.
“No-” you said.
“Suggesting?”
“Your highness-”
“Are you a matchmaker then?”
With his rapid interruption, you heaved a heavy sigh, admitting defeat as his interruption unfortunately got through your nerves. You didn’t wish to be annoyed at the young prince, it was pretty much obvious that he was doing it on purpose. Alhaitham somehow finds it rather…amusing.
“Your highness, I think we should call it a night.” you closed your eyes, trying to compose yourself. “You have errands tomorrow.”
Alhaitham let out a low chuckle, seemingly enjoying his small victory of trying to get into your nerves.
“Ah, and they say escape is defeat.” Alhaitham shifted his seat and made himself comfortable by leaning onto the back cushion of the seat. His eyes gazing at your defeated look, eyes looking away and your plump lips pouting. He was never the type to exasperate anyone just because he wanted to lest he never experience the annoyance from someone who does it randomly.
But here you are, looking incredibly annoyed yet delicately beautiful without any effort. He must admit that he never came across any woman with such sharpness and wit, still blessed with her beauty and grace.
“Apologies, I must have you at wits end.” He spoke as he stood up from his seat.
He walked towards the center of his chambers. At the center of his chamber lies a square pool filled with varieties of fresh flowers and lotuses that float the pristine water. He took one nilotpala lotus and a single zaytun peach and sat back at his chair just near you.
You watched him closely come back to his seat. He placed the zaytun peach just at his table for he kept both of his palms busy with the lotus.
“I do not think this is an appropriate gift for making amends with you but…” he looked at the damp and freshly bloomed lotus in his palm before he gazed at you. “...allow me to offer this lotus to you, they say it only blooms at night to reveal its beauty.”
He gently took the flower and handed it over to you. Taking the flower, you placed it and carefully cupped the delicate lotus. You never had the opportunity to see it bloom, thus this was a sight to see to you.
Unbeknownst to you, Alhaitham came to know that you had taken a liking to these delicate lotuses. He observed you sit by the pool of the garden, looking at your reflection and the lotuses that are yet to bloom. He knew you would sit hours just for it to bloom but to no avail, you eventually wasted your afternoon just for it to bloom.
“This is a nilotpala lotus.” you spoke, observing the intricate parts of the flower up close. You had a waft of its floral and sweet scent. “I’ve always wanted to see them bloom but I do not get the opportunity to see them fully bloom.” You looked up to him with bliss and with a smile.
“Is that so?” He knew, of course. He wouldn’t say it. Perhaps this would be his reward and somehow, he felt a sense of contentment seeing you in such bliss. He took the peach, effortlessly tore it in half, and gazed at you
“Truth is, your answers are all correct.” he admitted defeat with a sigh, he slowly took a bite from the other half of the peach, his eyes never leaving you. Upon hearing him, a little smile formed your lips.
“So, you have someone on your mind?”
He then propped himself by sitting at the red carpet, just in front of you
“Indeed,” he answered.
You were surprised by the prince’s offering. He was acting unusual in a way that intrigued you. He was the busiest person inside the kingdom and never did he spare time for such trivial matters that would slow him down. And now, he’s eating a peach in front of you. You could only watch him savour the sweet peach, another bite and the juice of the fruit ran down to his chin.
Instinctively, you wiped the juice from his chin with your thumb. He caught your wrist, guided it near his lips, and pressed your thumb gently to his lips. Upon your thumb making contact with his lips, he briefly closed his eyes before he bore and gazed back at you. Alhaitham’s eyes were half lidded and seemingly focused on you, never did it cross his mind to let your thumb break from his lips.
You were dumbfounded by the sudden action, as much as you wanted to break free from the contact, you found yourself unable to do so. As if you turned into a statue, unable to react nor say a word. For a few moments, the both of you stayed still as if trying to savor every second of the moment.
He took the opportunity to study your face. There was no doubt that you looked exactly just like the woman in his dreams. There was no flaw, no inadequacy, no spot for him to point out and convince himself that you are not her. You are her, he’s starting to believe. For days, he never had any particular dreams about that woman again. Could it be that the dreams were no longer needed because you are here? The mysterious woman in his dreams was in front of him, thus the dreams were no longer active, he theorized.
“My prince,” a soft and hushed voice called his attention back and it was you, flustered and heart racing from such sudden intimacy the prince showed.
He only let out a small chuckle, pressing a small kiss by your thumb before he looked at you. “Who are you, really?”
He gazed at you with such curious and longing eyes, as if trying to decipher and unravel the hidden divinity of you. He then kissed the knuckles of your hand, to the back of your palm, his lips touching and leaving kisses through your arms, now reaching to your shoulders and leaving a small peck to your shoulder. He then drew his lips closer to your ear, inhaling, before he spoke.
“Tell me, please.” he rested his forehead to your shoulder, his ministrations leaving you breathless and speechless. Your body started to heat up from the proximity between you and Alhaitham. He left a single kiss by your neck before he cupped your cheek and gazed at you with such intensity.
He gazed at you, expecting that your eyes might at least give him answers he is looking for. You could only return the gaze with your doe like eyes scanning his face with visible frustration etched in his face. There was so much intensity between the proximity between the two of you. No words uttered from thereon, only deep breaths and fervent exchange of gaze.
Your faces were inches away, almost like the space between the two of you was edging the both of you. Alhaitham was the kind of man who knows what he wants, he had no business with being indecisive nor mingling with people being indecisive even at the most little matters. But at this very moment, this proximity had him questioning his ability to recognize and decide. Seems like his logic and to rationalize was slowly slipping away from his mind.
“Won’t you?” he whispered, his cheek against your cheek. This was completely different from the dreams he had with you. This was the closest thing for a dream to come true. You could feel your cheeks and nape heat up. Goosebumps running through your skin, his delicate touch seemingly adding more fuel to the fire.
And when he couldn’t resist you anymore, Alhaitham left a soft and long kiss against your plush lips. This was beyond comprehension, everything was happening all at once. A while ago you were anticipating a plausible argument and now, the esteemed and sought after prince of Sumeru is at your level and kissed a goddess who hindered herself from the growing world.
Just before Alhaitham could deepen his kiss, a presence of two women entered his huge chambers. Just by the hallway, stood two ladies-in-waiting. They didn’t dare to interrupt nor get closer to the rather peculiar situation between the prince and you. They couldn’t comprehend what it was since Alhaitham’s back was facing them, and the kiss was angled in a rather hidden manner. As curious as they may seem, they dare not to probe their majesty.
“Your highness, we apologize for interrupting,” one of the ladies spoke, her head hung low.
Alhaitham slowly broke the kiss, his eyes half lidded. You couldn’t deny it; this man was attractive– no, he is a beautiful man. To say that he is simply attractive is an understatement, what more when the prince himself yearns more kisses from you. Upon hearing one of your ladies-in-waiting speak, you quickly hid your face by his side, as if wanting to disintegrate yourself from the embarrassment.
“Hm,” Alhaitham hushed. “What is it?”
“We came here to escort our lady back to her chambers. It is late and she was supposed to sleep an hour ago.” she spoke, softly.
Hearing this, Alhaitham let out a ghostly smile. “Yes, your lady here has fallen asleep on my carpet.”
Your brows furrowed from his answer but you knew it was a better reason than telling them what had actually happened.
Alhaitham looked at the ladies, instructing them with his usual tone as if nothing happened. “Prepare her bed, I will be carrying her to her room.”
To which they nodded and left his study chambers
And just like that, Alhaitham picked up a soft white linen from his bed and carefully covered your body so that it would not be exposed by the cold breeze of the evening. He carried you in a bridal style and still you never spoke nor looked at him again. Everything was fresh and surreal, you kept thinking about it and you never noticed that you were already being laid by him at your bed.
You quickly hid your face upon reaching the bed and covering yourself with the blanket.
Alhaitham only looked at you, but deep inside, he knew what you felt. He could’ve done so much if he wasn’t interrupted but he also knew it was better that things do not escalate as he wanted to know more about you and what you truly are.
One of the ladies escorted him out of your room when he spoke.
“Be sure to fill her vase with fresh padisarah flowers by the morning.” he stopped his track as he reached outside her room. “See to it that you get a big jar and place nilotpala lotuses to it, let her tend to it once it arrives.”
The lady nodded in response.
“Dress her tomorrow, we will be having a stroll by the royal garden and city.”
A/N: See ya guys on the next chapter. If you wanna be tagged, comment!
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UPDATE FROM AUTHOR:
Hello, hello! I know I'm a bit late with posting my fic but my family and I have been travelling a lot. I also decided that my new Alhaitham fic would be divided at least 3-4 parts so it's like a mini-series and take it slow. I'm working on finishing the next part as well! If you guys still want to be tagged on the upcoming series, comment below! Apologies for the delay~!
Hello! I just read your New Al Haitham fanfiction and i loved it! I was wondering if you are planing on making a part 2 of it? <3
A/N: Yes I am, I am working on my new fic! It's WIP! Here's a lil snippet. I feel like this part would be like 5k words or above. :3 If you guys wanna be tagged, comment below!
BELOW 18 PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT. THIS WORK IS NSFW! KEEP OUT!
[THIS WORK IS PURELY FICTION]
[Alhaitham x AFAB! Reader]
Words: 3,003
Synopsis: In the heart of Sumeru, thrives the peaceful and unique kingdom to which governed by the monarchy. A young prince experiences a strange succession of dreams to which a mysterious woman comforts him. Wouldn't it be delightful to make this dreams into a reality?
Tags: AFAB! Reader, slight teasing, Prince! Alhaitham x Goddess Reader. Pronouns for AFAB reader are she/her. Alhaitham slightly obsessed with you. So far, this will be main tags, more will be added on the following chapters.
A/N: after a year of not posting, I AM BACK! AND YES, WITH MORE WORKS. I PROMISE I PROMISE! This idea has been in my head for quite sometime and I personally think you guys will be enjoying this. Should I make a series for the Sumeru men? Prolly. ALSO I DID NOT PROOFREAD THIS SO APOLOGIES, ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE. -Circe,xoxo. <3
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"My Lord, the scrolls have arrived." One of the scribes of the King arrived, offer him a handful of nicely kept scrolls.
For the past three months, Alhaitham has kept himself confined by the study. The setting filled with scrolls of knowledges, as if he tried to absorb every detail he was trying to comprehend. He only replied with a nod and took the scrolls and placed it by the table.
Alhaitham was the only son in line to the throne and he was no ordinary prince. With his knowledge and skill, the other neighbouring nations spoke of him warmly, although setting aside his stoic and rather cold demeanour upon interacting.
The past three months, a mysterious woman had appeared in his dreams in successions. Seemingly telling an ode to him but he couldn't remember what it was, only her beautiful face could he remember. Drapped in white linen and surrounded by padisarah flowers, she would comfort him in his serene dreams to only wake up with scrolls beside him and a cold cup of tea.
It haunted him, every move he made and every thought he had, it followed and haunted him. At times he could not sleep and tried his best to decipher what was it about. He would find himself drawing pictures of this mysterious woman to only ruin it, frustrated and convinced himself that it didn't look like her nor it was not her. Questioning his ability for artistic work he had learned.
At first, he was rather indifferent. It didn't bother him about this mysterious yet ethereal looking woman to appear in his dreams once in a while but as it went on oftenly, this somehow awakened something in him. His curiousity has took over him, trying to look for answers. He was not a man of spirituality but as the dreams went on, he had to summon a spiritual leader to interpret his dreams which he rather finds ridiculous. He was afterall, programmed with knowledge, rational, and logical thinking and approach.
But it did not help him at all, his curiosity grew and grew for this woman in his dreams. At some point, he would forcefully make himself fall asleep to see her again and promised to ever probe her, but her could not dream of her. Thus, he concluded that she would only appear in his dreams when it's: 1) it's night, and 2) when he doesn't force himself to fall asleep.
He wasn't a believer of such. In fact, as the dreams came in successions, he was concluding that he was either sick in the head or he lacked sleep. Given in his work focused nature, he deduct the idea that we was just lacking sleep but somehow, it made him rather stuck in a same routine where he longed for this mysterious woman in his dreams. Who was this woman? What did she mean? Was she real? What is she even?
Of course you were real, in fact, appearing in his dreams was not coincidence. You were indeed a living being, but not an ordinary one. Hindered from the advancement of Sumeru, lies your monastery filled with padisarahs and gold entombed monuments you refuse to leave for it is a sanctuary you have cultivated. It is true to what they say, the Sumeru has still secrets to be revealed, and you were one of the secrets yet to be come upon.
The dreams the prince set genesis when he stumbled upon an old scroll he found during the expedition a month prior his dreams. It was a shabby ancient scroll he found in a mausoleum to expand their territories in the vast lands of the sands. This way, they could keep a hold of the expanding group of eremites and their illegal trading and activities, as per the orders of the king himself to his only successor to the throne.
At first, he didn't pay much attention to the scroll as according to Alhaitham, it wasn't something he nor scribes comprehend. Although a shaman suggested this could be an ancient text telling a story of a goddess who secluded herself from the world. To his prior knowledge, Alhaitham considered the idea rather off. He digressed the notion of a goddess secluding herself from the world. Why would this goddess even seclude herself?
"Are you certain of this?" he asked the shaman, as if questioning the capabilities of the elder.
"That is for you to find out, your highness." the shaman replied.
Ridiculous. Alhaitham thought. He has never heard the tales of this mysterious divine being, nor was taught to him.
Unbeknownst to him, this would eventually trigger a response from you. You could hear his curiosity from a radius away and found it rather amusing. It didn't bother you that nobody prayed for you nor called out for refuge in your arms but this man has had you delighted. Is this an acknowledgment from a being the gods were referring to?
His growing curiosity was getting louder that you had to appear in his dreams. It was mere simple dreams, you appearing and observing him from a far, to showing him your small abode, to entertaining him by playing an instrument as he watched from a close distant.
And it got to the point that you teased the poor scribe by planting a small kiss on his lips. Upon breaking the kiss, he could only stare at you with feverish desire. His colorful eyes looking answers as you cupped his cheeks and feel his strong jaws clenching, urging himself to stop. He returned the favor by brushing his thumb to your luscious and plump lips, grazing his nose bridge by your supple cheeks and leaving kisses and hushed breaths. His palms making its way to your waist, as if trying to remember every detail he could remember. You let him, of course. Everything was new to you, the feeling of intimacy and the warmth of his touch would surge an unexplainable excitement to you. Something you lacked for years and something you, unexpectedly, found a need.
"Please, tell me who you really are and I would search for you in every nation." he begged, his head resting by your shoulder, seeking for both solace and answers as he left kisses over your exposed collar and neck.
You could only reply with a soft chuckle and cup his cheek and pecked a kiss on his cheek. It's a never ending question left unanswered. It was a cue to stop the dream and awaken him from his slumber. A kiss that would blur his vision and awaken him from his dream.
Even if it was only a dream in his point of view, he was still in your domain. Everything was real and it was beyond scientific explanation to prove that every time he was dreaming, everything was happening was happening in your domain. But could he really comprehend and figure out it was the goddess he denied of existence?
"Your grace, your father has called for you." a scribe entered his study, to find Alhaitham lazily looking by the painted ceiling. Seemingly awoken by the morning breeze of the open space of his chambers. The smell of incense from last night was freshly burnt out and the hues of the sunlight passing through the long curtains.
He tilted his head and responded with a nod. Few moments has passed, the prince presented himself to the king. Surprisingly, the king thought it would have been another day to nag the prince to get out of his chambers but there he was, walking towards the king in his seat.
"Father," he greeted.
"Ah yes, son." he spoke, delighted with the presence. Alongside the king was their pet, a Rishbolan tiger, Jihan, to which Alhaitham smiled as the big feline nudged its head to his legs before positioning itself beside Alhaitham.
"How was your night?"
Alhaitham could only remember your face and your soft chuckle. It took a moment before he could respond in his usual laidback demeanor.
"Nothing special." he replied. "You called?"
The king wasn't new to his straightforwardness and thus explained to him. A mysterious woman was spotted near the Vissudha expansion. The king explained to him that the guards spotted the woman just a few meters away from the construction the king has started two years ago. The woman was reported to be rather composed, explaining as to why she freely roamed the ungoing site. The site itself was dangerous, filled with wild beasts and noxious florals thus the only personnel allowed within the Vissudha expansion were architects and members of the royal committee.
"Oh." Alhaitham nodded to his father's story.
"The guards and the look outs commented on her knowledge with the terrains around Sumeru." the king replied. "So they brought her here."
"She's rather adventurous for exploring the area." Alhaitham circled the study table of his father before he comfortably sat by the sofa.
"Dare I must say, but her extensive knowledge with the sands is quite admirable."
"Oh?"
"Yes, in fact, I had spoken a few words with the young woman." The king chuckled, amused. "She's quite brilliant, suggesting a further expansion by the sands. Especially the mausoleums!"
Alhaitham could only respond with a hum. Seems like the women in Sumeru are rather peculiar for roaming carelessly, he thought.
"If I can guess, she's at your age or probably younger. Must have come from a noble family, and archons, her beauty is otherwordly!"
At his age, Alhaitham isn't new to his father's suggestion of him marrying. He was at the age, it is just that his son didn't pay attention and put the importance of it at this moment. He knows it so well that his father would insist upon meeting this woman and thus readied himself by rejecting his father's notion.
"You should meet her."
"No," he replied. "I have scrolls to keep and manage, father." he stood up, Jihad yawned from his action, causing for the feline to stand up and flex its body before nudging and circled the prince. "Jihad…"
The feline responded with succession of chuffs.
"No, no, guards please escort the young lady." the king hurriedly instructed, halting the young prince from walking away. The young prince heaved a sigh, and sat back by the wide sofa once again. This time, Jihad had placed himself by his lap and offed himself to his usual sleep.
The king himself was delighted to see the prince not walking away thus, became slowly impatient to introduce this lady and a few moments has passed, the guards themselves arrived by the king's chambers. Accompanying this said lady to meet the prince.
Each tick of the time, Alhaitham grew impatient with the little meet and greet. He angled his face to towards the curtains, he rubbed his forehead using his middle finger and his index finger whilst his thumb rested on the temple of his forehead. His other hand rested by the felines body to which Jihad appreciated by chuffing.
This was a waste of time, according to Alhaitham. He wasn't aware his father was a matchmaker, so eager to get his only son to be wed. The thought of being married has Alhaitham furrowing his brows.
"Ah, Alhaitham, come meet the young lady." The king softly spoke. Alhaitham could hear his positive remarks to this young lady to which she replied in small and shy chuckles. If he was to judge her, he would find her peculiar and mindless for roaming the area alone. Who on earth would walk alone confidently in an area yet to be finished with construction and still to be tamed?
"Father, I do not have time for this discussion you are initiating--"
"It is an honor, to finally meet the prince." the young lady spoke.
He took a peek from his fingers to have a view of the lady just a few meters away from him. And there she stood, wearing a simple white clothing and a scarf that was loosely wrapped around her hair, a few loose strands of her hair swayed by the wind.
Eyes matching the gaze of the royal prince, a small smile forming in your lips. Upon having a clear view of you, Alhaitham realized what was in front of him. Dumbfounded and speechless, he slowly stood up and awoken the tiger that comfortably laid himself by his lap. Jihad yawned and chuffed, excusing himself by jumping just below the luxurious sofa.
All he could do was to stand there and thought to himself this must be an illusion, or one of his dreams. Silence enveloped the study of the king as he observed you gaze at him with those beautiful yet studious eyes. It's like he couldn't decipher if it was truly you in his dreams or a different person.
There you were, standing in your corporeal form but nothing changed, only the clothing of choice. Ever so radiant, ever so ethereal. The prince couldn't utter any words as he was dumbfounded by the person in front of him. Was his head playing tricks with him? Probably the light? With every inhale an exhale you did, it was proof of life that you were indeed real. After nights of longing for you, you were finally here. In his reality.
Truth be told, this wasn't a scheme you would normally do. Why would a goddess, who voluntarily secluded herself from the world to live in her curated domain, leave her sanctuary? But oh, maybe it was his effect on you? Something finally ignited your curiosity from the outside world. A prince, a brilliant and handsome one.
The king was rather amused with the reaction of his son as he slowly approached you but then halted, as if doubting your existence again.
"Ah, seems like the prince is astonished by your beauty, my dear lady."
The warmth of the king only made you smile as you gazed at Alhaitham. He on the other hand somehow doubted every inch of life in you thus his brows furrowed. The king was indeed right, Alhaitham couldn't deny the beauty in you. You radiated of something out of this world, a beauty that could make a man lose his mind. Lethal, he would call it.
"They were right, your highness." you spoke. "He was indeed a beautiful prince."
Alhaitham stood there, ready to speak.
"Where did you come from?"
That was rather an unexpected question, you thought.
"I was just roaming around the area because I heard there was a constructio--"
"I am asking where are you from." His tone was stern but calm, probing the situation more.
You wouldn't tell him of your sanctuary. It would be ridiculous and of course, it was a secret.
"I came from the desert."
"Which part of the desert exactly?"
"Hadramaveth."
"Ridiculous, that area is out of the reach of the palace nor the council."
"Well I suppose you should widen your expansion within the desert." you replied with a monotone. "After all, the king mentioned you have an ongoing expedition, why not discover it yourself."
He could only stare at your answers, his hawk-like gaze observing you as if he was to judge you of your being. You actually forgot to distinguish whether this was his usual attitude compared to his demeanor during his dreams.
"That area of the desert is out of reach because of its harsh desert." he crossed his arms. "It is an untamed land filled with sandworms and consecrated beasts."
The probing session awakened Jihad whom approached his prince, slowly circling him.
"Well indeed, your grace." you replied. "But there is an area where humans can live, just the passage between Hadramaveth and the Tanit camps."
"To which the eremites occupy." he rebuked. "So, you are an eremite then?"
"No, of course not." the question made you furrow your brows.
"Then answer my question, where are you from?"
The king felt the tension between the two of you. You initially thought that he was going to be delighted to see you in your human form instead of his dreams. But here he is, questioning you. A human, questioning you.
"Now, now, Alhaitham." the king awkwardly chuckled, stepping in. "I think you are scaring the young lady. She offered help to navigate the sands."
"I already sent my men, no need for navigation." Alhaitham looked at his father.
"Your men are headed the wrong direction," you replied. "They're still at the mausoleums."
"And how do you know this? Are you certain they're my men? What mausoleum are you referring to?"
Well, shoot. Of course you couldn't tell him that you can just see everything in a snap. That would ruin your plan. Think. Think. Think.
Now you were certain this was a bad idea, you should've just shut yourself inside that sanctuary of your comfort instead of feeding this man of his wants. What is he up to anyway? You scolded yourself.
"Your highness--"
"That's enough. Guards, please escort this young lady to her quarters." the king sighed.
"No, father. She will be accompanying me in my study." Alhaitham turned his back, walking away and his tiger following along. "She'll have to map the desert out."
You stood there, dumbfounded. This was different man, a different man in his dreams. Where was the man who would look at you with those longing eyes despite being close together? Where was that man who would listen to you play the harp and smile as your grazed your fingers through the strings? Where was the man who would ask for your touch and comfort? Where was he?
You couldn't move from the unexpected reaction from him. Was he not content of seeing you? The silence enveloped and only the heave of the king snapped you back from the heavy thought. Alhaitham stopped as he noticed you were not tagging along.
"Come," he looked back with those stoic eyes.
What an unexpected turn of events.
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[THIS WORK IS PURELY FICTION]
[ACT I from the 「 ＣＵＴ ＴＨΣ ＣＨΛＳΞ 」 series]
[AFAB! Reader x Nanami Kento]
Word count: 3639 words.
Synopsis: With the rise of the danger, Nanami has been assigned to a place to eliminate the beasts hunting the grounds of the lower province. Well, it was quite an unexpected call and definitely needed some rest the day before the said trip. Ah well, wife duties.
Tags: AFAB! Reader, creampie, Nanami makes you squirt idk prolly a lot, dacryphilia, cunnilingus/oral (f receiving), masturbation, breading kink, cervix fucking.
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"Dismissed." the chief spoke with his monotone voice. The maps and figures were spread out in his table and the frown on his face evident as the rising numbers of monsters have been rampant in the city for the past few months taking livelihood and lives of the locals.
Succession of waves were alarming and the shogunate ordered for military actions. Under the shogunate's order came the branch of the military forces that aided with the execution of these beasts. Armed and skilled these people from the Spider Lily unit has shown great skill in executing yokais for the past 10 years.
"Thank you for your hard work," Nanami Kento, one of the finest officers under this special unit, bowed his head to the general and took his mallet from the table. The officers did the same, bowing and leaving with their weapons and left.
"Kento," spoke the general, just as Nanami was about to open the door. He quickly took a turn and faced the general. "May I have a quick word with you?"
His cheeky friends: Suguru and Saturu gave him a smug smile before Gojo tapped his shoulder. "Well, it's either you did well or you fucked up."
"Gojo stop it, we can just visit his new home and wife while he's gone," Geto on the other hand adding fuel to the fire. Nanami was used to their sneaky jokes, he knew he was lucky and that his friends couldn't help but to joke about stealing you.
Nanami only heaved a sigh and whispered back "I'm sure my other mallet is with her and you'd be the first to be hit by that other pair, I suppose."
The comment made Gojo puff his cheek in order to stop laughing and Geto on the other hand covered his mouth and immediately exited the room as the general cleared his throat.
"I apologize for their misbehaving tendencies, they're quite fond of joking themselves amidst distress." Kento only lowered his torso and bowed again on their behalf.
The general only replied with a small sigh with a conservative giggle. "Well, I suppose you're quite fond of them too,"
Which he only replied with a nod. The general offered him a sake which he stared for a moment and there he suddenly thought of you. It was late and you were alone and he couldn't just leave you like that. As much as he wished to be home with you, he couldn't protest to the talk the general initiated.
"Here," the general pushed a bit of the container. "Have this bottle as an apology that you came home late, I just know wives are quite some nagging individuals whenever their husbands just happens to come home late, even a single minute."
Kento chuckled, "I'm pretty sure she's quite the worried one but she never got angry nor nagged me to come home early." He took the bottle before he sipped unto the sake.
"As we were talking..." The general started.
It turns out that he was to be assigned away for at least two weeks. The assignment he was given was far from his hometown and this only means that he’ll be away from you. Heck as much as he looked like he was the one to enjoy his work, he’d actually be the first to disagree if given the chance to be asked whether he enjoyed his job or not.
He didn’t like the thought of being separated from you, it greatly disturbed him so much that the general couldn’t reconsider his request to bring you along but he understood too, the location was far more dangerous thus Nanami immediately went home after the talk.
“Kento…” you blinked, the moment he entered the house and instantly hugged you. Burying his head by the crook of your neck and inhaling your floral scent, he only smiled. “…did something happen?”
Kento never left your crook and only replied with him shaking his head and ‘hmm’, telling you otherwise. At this point, he never just wanted to let go of you. The situation was so sudden that he couldn’t comprehend how to just tell you. He even asked the heavens that you forbid his departure.
“I’m going to be away…” he started. “…for about two weeks.”
Hearing the news, you only gave him a hug in reassurance you were listening to him. You ran your left palm to caress his back and it gave him comfort, he wished he never was to be sent away.
“Hmm, I’ll be waiting for you then.” You spoke with a small smile in to which he broke the hug, looking for your gaze with his stoic face.
“Are you going to be fine without me?” his arms wrapped now around your waist.
“I’m going to miss you but I will be fine,” you assured him, lifting yourself as you tiptoed to give his lips a small kiss. “It’s going to be a short while. I will keep myself company.”
Kento knew you, you were a strong independent woman and a self-established one. While he was at work, you run a small shop that was surely abundant and Kento couldn’t help himself but to feel a swell of pride and admiration as you handled it with a chin up and your small smile whilst remembering those days that he would see you.
“Hm, I know you would.” He chuckled, his palms adoring your cute face as he cupped it with his left palm.
His reply made you smile as you looked up to him, adoring every gazed he gave you. Now, you weren’t so sure if you could actually bare a week or two without him. Both you and Kento have been married just two years ago and have been living together yet somehow the thought of him away kind of made you feel like you didn’t want him to go.
“When are you leaving?”
“Tomorrow, in the afternoon.”
Oh crap, does he really have to leave in the afternoon? Tomorrow?
“Oh,” you cleared your throat and broke free from his hug where he stood quiet. He wasn’t dumb, he knew you were surprised by the sudden schedule. You on the other hand felt the same, you have expected it to be the day after tomorrow or so.
“Well, I think should be preparing your stuff now. How about you eat dinner?” You smiled at him, closing the entrance of your door.
You didn’t waste your time and headed back to the kitchen. You kept yourself busy with choosing the best bento box that he should be bringing by tomorrow and planned on the meal as well. While you kept yourself busy, Kento followed you by the kitchen with a worried look. You were quick to prepare and he knows that he would have just to grab his stuff and leave by tomorrow. Yet he didn’t mind those, he just wanted to spoil himself right now with your touch and little giggles that kept him smiling.
Sneaking slowly from your behind while tending the boxes, he took his arm and snaked it around your waist and with a smile, he pressed his soft lips against the blade of your shoulder and gently showered it with kisses.
“Come with me,” he whispered, tone deeper and baritone yet a sultry tone combined.
The ticklish feeling made you smile and shook your heck to the opposite side to give him more access with his ministration.
“Where to?” you started to separate the layers of the bento box.
“Hmm,” he hummed now the other hand that was free made its way to one of your breasts and gently cupped it. “Too many questions.”
You let out a small sigh accompanied by your giggle as you felt his touch against your mounds. It was gentle and it was one of his qualities that you loved about him. He was needy and knew what he wanted and you knew it but he didn’t want to hurt you even the slightest tinge of that sour look in your face would make him check-up on you. You would always see that with the way his hands would start to loosen up the grip from your breast before cupping it again.
“I think you should be prioritizing me than those bento boxes.” He spoke, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin making you slowly dip into haziness of his seduction. He blew a thin air to your nape, sending a ticklish sensation.
He didn’t need to wait for your yes, you were already been swayed by his ministrations alone. He gently scooped you and carried you like a bride making your arms wrap around his neck and burying your face by the crook of his neck. Nanami can already sense your neediness. You didn’t have to say it, the way you held on him made him aware that you wanted and needed him as much as he did too.
“Kento…” you whispered, whining and protesting for his touch.
“Shh, I know baby...” he pressed on by walking the hallway and cooing you by nudging his cheek to the crown of your head. “…I know.”
“No, Kento.” You looked at him with doe eyes and flushed cheeks. Lips parted and looking for his gaze. “Need you, now. Please.”
He gazed at you before pressing his forehead against yours, your lips and his were inches apart. He barely did anything, from light touches to small kisses to calling you by pet names, you were hooked and you want what you want. Now breaking the few inches apart, you pressed your lips against his, gently kissing him and pulling him closer with your hands roaming his silky and smooth hair. He reciprocated your neediness, by breaking the kiss and gently biting and pulling your lower lips. He began to lower you from his hold, gently lowering you to bring your feet to the ground and pressed on with his kiss.
It was a heated one, full of need and passion. He slowly pressed you against the wall and used his chiseled leg to part the slit of your kimono revealing your legs slowly and automatically parted. He broke the kiss to slowly lower the upper part of your kimono to reveal your soft skin and breasts, peaks erected from the sensation.
He didn’t waste anytime to completely disregard your cloth, adoring your body he eyed your peeks, needy for attention. He cupped one and started to suck on the other, giving both of your breast the satisfaction. With his skill, he made sure the other didn’t feel lonely, interchanging his sucking from one to another.
A low moan escaped your throat and your hands grasping unto his hair and now he lowered his kisses to your abdomen, travelling from the valley of your chest to your stomach and now in your sensitive part. Lowering the garment that covered your pussy, Nanami didn’t waste any of his time and used his arm to grab one of your legs to make it rest on his shoulder, revealing your throbbing and needy slit.
He gazed at you and with a smirk, he tilted his head to the thigh that was elevated by his shoulder. Now his left cheek against your left thigh, his cheek feeling the warmth of your skin. The view itself made you bite your lower lips, enjoying this little view of his will surely leave a mark in your head. His thumb slowly grazed against your bead, sending jolts to your body and having you get a grip on his blonde hair. The reaction satisfied him somehow, he loved seeing you fall for his surprises.
“Kento-“ a small whimper escaped your mouth, savoring his little touches. It was slow circular motion before he used his index and middle finger, forming a v shape and revealing your aching hole. The ministration left you somehow embarrassed as he savored his curiosity by licking your slit.
From slow motions until he ravaged your cunt, lapping it in. Focused with savoring your juices, he sure did enjoy tasting it. Like a man who wasn’t able to drink, he took a grip on your thigh and kept his eyes closed to avoid you from wriggling out of his touch.
“Kento—Fuck!” You moaned, pulling a grasp again from his hair.
“Hmm~”
He hummed and pressed on. He didn’t bother if you were wriggling out. He knew you were almost there and oh he wouldn’t mind making a mess out of this. You trembled from the succession of pleasures you were feeling and it aroused Kento enough, his precum leaking out and staining his hakama.
“Oh—goodness!” groaning and whimpering, you covered your mouth another palm. It was getting loud as you were about to reach your release. You started to tremble and quiver, your elevated leg started to shake signaling him that you were close. He never changed the way he lapped your cunt, he maintained it. With his skilled tongue and sucking, he had you cumming on his face. He only chuckled as he made your pussy sing and make a mess, savoring your juices and never minding the mess you both had to clean up.
A choked sob it seems escaped your mouth, as he made sure you reached your high. He gazed at your puffed and dripping pussy before gazing at you. Your eyes teary, chest rising, and lips puffed and glossy. Kento just loved the sight of you trembling and flushed from him. He slowly stood up and gently placed his palm over the back of your head and kissed you neck.
“Shh, it’s okay baby.” He cooed “You did so well for me, so well.”
You were still trembling from the aftermath and clung unto his haori.
“Kento, more please.” You mewled, looking at me with doe eyes and gently panting.
“Hmm? What’s this?” he chuckled, running his hands to the sides of your waist before he cupped your ass cheeks and spreading them. “Still wanting more?”
“Hmm, yes please.”
He simply let out a chuckle as he slowly lowered the them of his hakama, and let it drop until his ankles. He took them and threw it by the side when he suddenly carried you and pressed you against the wall. You weren’t able to clearly see but he sure was hard as rock. He used the under of your knees and hooked them to help him carry your weight.
“Please please please please…” you mewled recklessly with your soft needy voice.
“I know, baby. Wanna breed this cute little pussy of yours.” Nanami whispered at your ear before he looked down to see his dick aching and throbbing from the wanting to pound and breed. It was taking over him and he couldn’t wait.
Gently lifting you and bucking his waist to aim his tip to your fold, the contact of his tip against your folds had you whimpering, as you pleaded him to get inside. He slowly lowered you and felt his tip get inside, both of your gazes fixated at each other.
Your mouth parted as the familiarity of his size slowly buried itself inside you before he slammed his dick inside you, making your quiver and throw your head back, his tip kissing your plush womb. Kento let out a choked moan before he groaned.
He stood still by the position, savoring the warmth of your clenching walls. Your wetness lubricating his cock and the tightness as your walls clamped unto him. He watched you slowly loose sense of reality and he fucking loved it. Just how could his dick do this to you by just entering.
“Please just fuck me, Kento!” you mewled and panted, frustrated as you plead for pleasure.
Your eagerness has earned him a chuckled as he slowly used your weight to bounce on his dick while he bucked his hips up and down. You felt whole and your cervix was continuously hit in a slow pace, savoring his length and how his girth spread you out and made you feel full. His tip kept hitting that same spot and burying itself, trying to get inside.
“Oh my fucking god—just like that~ Ahh~!” you moaned, clinging unto his shoulder. Kento felt the surge of pleasure run through his body, a rush of blood running through his shaft as he continued his pace. Yet Kento had other plans.
As much as he loved fucking you around the house, he just wanted to fuck you somewhere he knew you would also be comfortable and wasn’t pressed against the coldness of the wall. Oh no, it was for quickies and this was not a quickie session.
He stopped, making you mewl again in frustration when he suddenly started to walk causing a continuous bumping sensation over your cervix and his throbbing dick warming your insides. It made you cling unto him, wrapping your arms all over his neck and moaning.
You could feel a hollow space wanting to release form inside you. This was the first time he ever did this and it was hitting your spot so good you were quivering and begging him not to move.
“Kento-please-“ you plead, mewling and feeling him still throb inside you.
“No, we’re—oh fuck—stop clenching so much-“ he huffed and continued to walk, feeling your walls clamping unto him and how your insides throbbed for a sweet release. And upon reaching just a meter away from the door of your bedroom, you begged him.
“Please! ‘m gonna cum from this~!”
“Then cum for me, wanna see my pretty girl come for me-“ sliding the door to enter, he sensed your release, you walls ached and your moans were getting louder. And oh, he loved it when you were signaling him it was getting close. Taking a grip from both your ass and suddenly lifting you up and burying himself inside.
The sudden action alone made you lose it, feeling the hollow space inside burst making your legs tremble and hips quivering. Nanami was quick to pull out again, making you squirt.
“Oh baby,” he growled as he watched you squirt over his dick. He slowly walked towards the bed and gently laying your overstimulated body on the futon. Nanami lifted up your legs and letting it press against his chest before he positioned his tip by your entrance and slowly, once again, burying it deep.
Now he was pressing his weight against you, your knees against your chest. He started with a fast pace, wanting to reach for his high as he has neglected it.
The constant bullying of your cervix and the feeling of fullness inside you has overstimulated you already, not caring about a thing you kept mewling and moaning his name out.
“Please please please—Oh~! Fuck yes!”
“Gonna fill up this pretty pussy—shit--“huffing and letting out deep groans of pleasure, Nanami buried himself deeper and faster, his eyes closed and veins popping out from his v-line area has been prominent.
“Need you so bad, please please—” you pleaded, tugging his hair and arching your back, another succession of pleasure passing by like waves. “Need you inside me~!”
And that was enough for Nanami to take a final push inside and fill you up. Feeling his hot seed inside you, you squirmed and moaned, liking how hot and sticky it was. Nanami stayed inside for a while, making sure to spurt the remaining cum inside you. Oh you know, he just loves the thought of having you plump with his kids.
After pulling out, he used his thumb to push the cum seeping out of your puffy pussy and only to realize that you actually passed out from too much of the pleasure.
‘Cute’ he thought ‘Makes me want to not go’
Morning has arrived and it was Nanami that first got up. He prepared your breakfast and offered his best after care which you accept yet you know you had to be careful. You felt the soreness inside you and the pain your back has. Nanami offered to prepare his stuff and insisted that you should take a rest. He prepared from his clothing to his materials to be brought, unbeknownst to him that you have inserted a special box inside his stuff while he took a bath.
His horse has now arrived and you bid farewell to your husband. You quite felt sad but you were contended with last night’s fever. How long will this last again? Two weeks, you reminded yourself.
“Ah, Kento. Have your things settled before we go to the main camp.” The general spoke and leaving him to his room. He scanned the whole place again. It was bland yet spacious and offered peace to him. He started to separate his things and upon reaching for the next cloth to put inside his cabinet, he had found a small box.
Out of curiosity, Nanami took it out and opened revealing a small note that says ‘Hang in there, I will miss you. Keep this with to get you through the night.’
Nanami smiled, you were thoughtful as ever and upon inspection it was two small handkerchief. piece of your intricate hairpin, and candied fruits. The square cloth with a red color and oriental design and the other handkerchief with a white color and an embroidered sakura flowers smelled like you, fresh and sweet and intoxicating his senses again. Oh he definitely wished he was home right now. The thought of your from last night’s sex was pinned inside his head making him hard.
It frustrated him not to be in your side. Feeling his hard cock in dire of attention, he took it out and used your handkerchief to stroke it.
“Fuck, gonna fuck her so bad when I get home.”
A/N: for those who would like to be tagged, kindly check this gform I made. So that I do not get confused and sort things out as soon as I publish my work. I do apologize if the tagging capacity has also reached the limit (if ever that will happen) Enjoy reading faes, ILYSM - Circe ♡
PS: I didn't check/reread this. Will do sooner, if you see an error pretend to be blind or you didn't see it /j
Synopsis: As peace reigned the day, chaos ruled the night. Yokais have been breeding fear amongst citizens, havoc and misery spreading like wild fire. Or are you reminded to tame the beasts or be tamed by the beasts?
Tags: NSFW, AFAB! reader, breading kink, unprotected sex, voyeurism, dacryphilia, more will be added here as soon as the list will be updated.
Note: Since this will be focusing on six JJK men, I have divided them into two groups, the first group involving those hunting these yokais and the second group are those involved within the yokai turf. Will be expanding these descriptions with the upcoming fictions
Note that each of these one-shots have different story lines and periods. The acts does not follow any sequencing event thus each character pairing has different scenarios, settings, and situations.
I: Spider Lily Unit
ACT I: Candied Rest (Nanami Kento)
ACT II: One More Hour? (Gojo Saturu)
ACT III: Money on the Table (Geto Suguru)
II: Eternity in Red
ACT I: Play with fire (Choso)
ACT II: Devilish (Toji Fushiguro)
ACT III: Kings Have Honor (Ryomen Sukuna)
A/N: I will be posting these randomly as I polish these work of mine. If you want to be tagged in this series, comment down y'all get to be tagged. Sending lots of luv, to my faes!
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BELOW 18 PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT. THIS WORK IS NSFW! KEEP OUT!
[THIS WORK IS PURELY FICTION]
[One shot]
[AFAB! Reader x Toji]
Word count: 2094 words.
Synopsis: Well, comfort can mean a lot of things.
Tags: AFAB! Reader, Breeding, Sloppy sex (yeah, fuck it), cheating, voyerism, exhibitionism, dicks dicks dicks, fuck this kinky sex, we're doing it raw guys
A/N: Yeah another unhinged smut of mine. Will be posting more. Follow this hashtag #troubleshOOterfaeryfics to be updated with my upcoming fics! Hashtag is found at the hastags corner, just below after reading this fic. Also if you want to be tagged on my next upcoming works please do leave a comment.
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"Coming back to the same usual place, huh?" Toji chuckled leaning on his door frame from the inside as he watched your figure. Like a little lost lamb, he eyed you from head to toe. "Whatcha doin here?"
You furrowed your brows in frustration and looked up to him and matched his gaze. "Stop asking, I'm going in." Barging in his small apartment you quickly took off your boots and placed it just right near his boring ass slippers.
"You and your little boyfriend got problems?" He sat on the floor and placed a beer on the small table on the floor. One for him and one for you. You looked at the beer and shook you head to the side before reaching it out to open it.
You took a sip and sighed. "I'm cutting ties with you."
You didn't bother looking at him. You just sat there and took a sip, unsure of what his reactions were. Not that it bothered you... kind of.
Silence enveloped his small apartment. Just the ticking of his wall clock and the buzzing of his refrigerator. The silence rang your right ear making you squirm.
"Really? You sure can?"
"Yes."
"Yeah sure." He took a sip from his canned beer and turned his TV on. The cheering of the crowds coming the TV, the basketball playoffs has just started. His eyes fixated on the TV.
Of course, you were trying your best not to care. He was nonchalant and ignorant even from before and you knew it. He was passive and he didn't care. He only would start to care when it benefits him. So why would his answer bother you? That was already a good answer and all you had to do was leave.
"What? That's it?"
You couldn't keep your thoughts inside you, huh? Toji didn't bother looking at you as his eyes were far too busy looking at the television. He heard you but why would he care?
"Toji."
No response and you took matters on your hand by standing up and unplugging the TV. You stood by the TV and crossed your arms. Toji, on the other hand, lazily looked at you with jaw clenching and his palm dashing through this damp hair.
"You're not taking me seriously."
"What part? You're too fucking nosy."
"I'm being serious here!" You started to raise your voice, frustrated at how his replies were bland.
"You think I'm not?" A devilish grin formed on his scarred lips. He took another sip from his canned beer.
This annoyed you even more. His behavior showed that he wasn’t bothered at all. Not like you wanted him to care but your expectations failed you. At first you initially thought he wouldn’t like the idea considering that he would claim your pussy is the best and fucks you like there’s no tomorrow. But well, somehow it contradicted to your initial thinking.
“Please take me seriously.” You pleaded, slowly standing up and facing him.
Your little pleading parade made Toji chuckle as he stood up. He walked a few steps towards you, his height towering over you and making you seem small. He took the towel that was at his shoulder and threw it over the table with a devilish smile all over his lips, taunting you in some way.
“You never take me seriously and that’s something I do not like about you.” You turned your back and picked up your small bag. “I’m leavin—”
You hand about to twist the door knob when a calloused palm grabbed you by your nape and pushing your face on the door. Face and plump chest against the door, squeezed.
“You’re not leaving until we finish this closure you want, ya got that?” Toji’s other hand ran through your lower belly until it reached the apex of your thighs sending shivers down your spine. Skin sensitive from his ministration, he cupped your thigh and pushed the other leg farther from your other leg and his hand lowering your back by pushing your nape lower.
You whined from his actions and started to wriggle out from his grip when you felt his hardness from behind. He pushed his throbbing erection near your core, his other hand now on one side of your hip and pulled you closer to his bulge that formed in his grey sweatpants. He slowly started to grind this erection against your clothed pussy. You skirt looked sexy and cute on you he must admit, like a little bunny he would think, but he needed to feel you more.
“Fuck this cute skirt of yours.” He frustratedly tried to take it off but he wasn’t so sure how you even wore this skirt so he simply took the hemline and flipped it upwards, exposing your pantyhose and your underwear patched with your wetness. Upon seeing the view Toji immediately grinned and wasted no time ripping a hole near your clothed pussy.
“Toji! Goodness—" The ripping of the fabric made you bite your lower lips and then felt a surge of tingle when you felt his index finger skim through the patch of wetness, hitting the nub of your pussy. He teased you still, not being swayed by your soft whimpers and moans.
“Like it?” He teased which you responded with a shy nod. Your meek reactions made him even hard. “Fuck it hurts- you have no idea how much it hurts.”
You didn’t understand what he said as your head was already lightheaded from the heat. Not that it bothered you but you still wanted to know the context. Toji spat on his palm and started to lubricate his cockhead with his spit and a mixture of his precum. You were so needy and impatient you wriggled and pleaded him to put it in which he only chuckled and kept himself entertained with the parade your slutiness.
“Impatient are we?” he traced the thin lacy linen of your underwear just near your crotch area and revealed your puffed, dripping, and aching cunt. The sight of your cute little pussy made him hard that he was getting impatient with it too. It was enough to drive him to destroy and stuff your cute pussy with his big, fat, long, and thick cock. He aimed his cockhead and pushed slowly making him let out a guttural moan and throw his head back.
“Fuuuuck~!” He moaned and chuckled as he felt your walls welcome him with your wetness as if almost you were waiting to be fucked like a little slut again. You immediately felt yourself convulsing from the pleasure, your legs trembling and hips quivering when Toji entered. He didn’t waste any time yet he started to move in a small pace. So slow you felt his dick and every throb it made while he moved his hips until his tip hit your cervix and forced himself to burry deeper yet he would get disappointed and amused at the same time. He knows he was too big for you for him to take and he had to force-burry it in a fast pace but oh, he wanted to feel your pussy and he got time today.
“Fuck yeah~!" You whined, Toji pressing his dick further to your cervix making you lose your senses. Toji started to change his pace to a fast one as he felt your walls clamp unto his dick, not letting go. He knew you were going to cum anytime soon and he liked it.
“Gonna cum?”
You only responded with successions of nods.
He liked it so much that the hand around your nape lowered your upper torse and took a chunk grip on your ass before letting it rest on your waist, smashing his dick deeper and faster. Sloppy sounds coming from your moans and the slippery juices coming from your pussy ricocheted around his little apartment.
You literally forgot you were just at his door fucking and people could here you.
“Slow down-Ah~! People will here us!”
“Well,” Toji huffed “They’re gonna know I fuck good.” The way he whispered at your right ear lobe made you roll your eyes back and stick your tongue out. You were feeling too much you started to tremble again. Toji made a little chuckle as your moans got louder and pussy throbbing. Unbeknownst to you, Toji pulled out suddenly making you squirt all over his dick and creating a mess.
“Hoho—pretty girl tryna make a mess now?” He pushed his dick right inside of you again making you squirm, rough pace of pounding again until he pulled it out again making you squirt all over him again for the second time. The pleasure made you tremble again, calling and moaning out his name to do you more.
He was inside again and started to pound on you again when he heard a phone call. It was just on his pockets which pissed him off. He wasn’t in the mood to answer calls while fucking you. He kept his phone ringing, now his pace faster. His hands now both gripping on both side of your hips and teeth clashing to your shoulder, making himself work. He wanted to cum right inside of you as quickly as possible, the ringing annoyed him but he wanted to savor this pussy of yours.
A few more rough and fast pumps before he came inside your cute little pussy. Oh he didn’t pull out yet he made sure he wasn’t spilling any of his thick cum to waste. He carefully pulled out from your pussy and picked up the phone before pushing it in again, feeling your creamy walls.
A call coming from Satoru Gojo.
Toji purposely missed his first call forcing Gojo to call him again. He quickly picked up the call this time.
“Yo, what’s up Toji?” Gojo greeted
“What ’ya want?” Toji smirked.
“I’m quite bored right now ya know. Just got home coming from Kyoto. Just wanted to ask if your free to hangout with Nanami and Geto.” Gojo huffed “Heard Sukuna is also in town.”
To which Toji grinned. He immediately pressed the video call to which Gojo did as well. Toji immediately flipped the camera, now the lens showing your blown back. Toji was still hard and cum was dripping out from the sides of your cunt.
Gojo wasn’t new to times like this. Toji did this often time to boast he’d been fucking quite a few in the past. Gojo scoffed at the video yet he stood still when he heard a familiar moan. He knew this so well. He quickly looked at the obscene visual coming from the video. He knew this body and figure too well.
Toji chuckled as he steadied his camera before pulling out. He held his length and teased your entrance before gently slapping it at the fat of your ass.
“Heard you had a little fight with your girl?— hey look,” Toji guided you to kneel on the floor and held a tight grip on your head. Your mouth welcomed his tip and you looked up with your fucked out face, head full of dick, and sucked on his tip.
He groaned out as you started to stroke his cock and rested the side of your face unto his right thigh. Your hand playing your puffed pussy, soaked with his cum and your juices. Toji showed Gojo’s face while calling him.
“She wanted me to comfort her,” You kept stroking his dick while your half lidded eyes looked at Gojo. “She wanted to cut ties with me she said” He let out a devilish grin
“Sorry, Satoru~!” You kissed Toji’s tip followed with a hum, almost like you were trying to hard to be sincere but you were to fucked out. “Satoru ‘m sorry~” You sucked half Toji’s length, Toji’s palm aiding you by holding your hair that seems like a ponytail only with his palms tho. Toji angled his dick, his cockhead protruding from the side of your mouth forming a lump.
Gojo wasn’t so happy about what he saw yet one thing for sure: it made him hard. It was unhinged but why was it so hot.
He knew you were a little slut in the circle of friends, fucking each one of them.
He only grinned and heaved a sigh before huffing a breath. “Yeah, say sorry when I arrive there, okay?”
You continued to suck on Toji’s dick and left kisses on his tip which you replied a small ‘hm’ and a nod.
·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Hello faeries! A lot have been asking me why it takes me sometime to post (heck before I posted my Alhaitham fiction it took me months to continue to write this blog after a long hiatus) the reason is simple and I think a lot would relate/understand:
↳˳;; ❝ WHAT'S TAKING YOU SO LONG TO POST? ᵕ̈೫˚∗
1) I'm a college student under the medical field which makes me busy all the time. I'm still currently trying to adjust my schedule from school and my schedule for my leisure which is writing of course.
2. My latest fanfiction (An Alhaitham fanfiction, you can read this by clicking this link) just got community labeled. At first I didn't understand what it was not until I saw some fellow writers from all over different fandoms experience the same and it just bummed me out. To make it easier to understand: Community Labeled = shadow banned (lesser interactions coming from audience) It took me about three days to finish that.
3. I really take effort into putting my piece together as how I envision my fic would be. You can see it the way I also project my blog and the posters above my fictions posted. I need my work to be how I want I want it to be.
➸Although it really bummed me I realized that I can also post my works in AO3 without the trouble of being community labeled. I'm still on queue (not really using Ao3 nor had any interactions of using the media) but will wait for an approval.
↳˳;; ❝ SO WHAT'S AHEAD OF US? ANY FUTURE PLANS? ᵕ̈೫˚∗
➸My master list will be open soon and that includes future works for different characters from different fandoms as well. I'm really excited expanding my writing and looking forwards for this! Along with the master list, I will also be posting it on my AO3 so no worries.
➸I'll also be opening a YouTube and Spotify account with playlists you can listen to while reading my fanfics. Who doesn't want a good music while reading a fiction where you get stuffed? :)
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [Commissions for Fanfictions] ࿐ྂ
➸I've been asked a lot related to this as well and I think this is a great idea since I also want to earn a bit from my writing.
➸This is a future project of mine since I also understand wanting to create an image (and not seeing y/n all the time in fics) of the reader and the desired pair. Of course there would be limitations but I will be posting them and an update once I finish my carrd and ko-fi account as well as my ao3 account.
↳˳;; ❝ END NOTE ᵕ̈೫˚∗
I will posting my twitter profile so you can all stay tuned with my posts and updates regarding this. I would love to see moots coming from different fandoms as well!
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