starrybirdlilly

[starrybirdlilly]

library session — ANAXA

anaxa x bottom male reader

requested!

a/n: i love this one i swear

you just finished helping anaxagoras with his lectures, so you decided to head to the private library for some time.

it was quiet, save for the soft creak of floorboards beneath your steps and the faint hum of the lighting crystals. rows of shelves towered over you, casting long shadows as you walked between them, fingertips brushing against worn spines and gilded edges. you loved this place. not just for the books, but because it was the one place anaxa rarely interrupted you—unless he caught you doing something you weren’t supposed to.

like now.

you had just slid open one of the glass cases, one he’d warned you about more than once, when you a hand grabbed your wrist, making you flinch.

“i thought i told you not to touch the sealed texts.”

“why not? does it hold your secret?” you teased and attempted to pull your hand back, only for it to remain there due to anaxa’s strong hold.

you turned your head around and looked up at him, a pout on your face. “hey, let go—“

you met him in the eye, staring down at you that made you felt like he was going to eat you. he hovered above you. even though there wasn’t much difference in your height.

still, made you feel nervous.

“okay… okay. fine. i won’t touch it again.” you huffed and turned away, using your other hand to pry his hand away from your wrist. “j-just let go.”

“that’s what you also said last time,” he replied, finally letting go of your hand.

you rubbed your wrist with a dramatic sigh, shooting him a sideways glance. “you really like grabbing me, huh?

anaxagoras didn’t answer. his gaze lingered on you—unreadable. then, with a soft exhale through his nose, he reached past you and slid the glass case shut with a quiet click.

“perhaps,” he said simply. "you must be quite special."

the words made your heart skip. you blinked, unsure if he was teasing or if that was just how he talked. he’d always been like this—cryptic, cool, and sometimes, impossible to read. and it only made you act out more.

you crossed your arms and leaned against the shelf. “special, huh? so does that mean i get to read the forbidden stuff if i ask nicely?”

his eyes dropped for a second. not in a crude way, but enough to make you feel suddenly bare—like he could see right through your little performance. he stepped a little closer.

“if you were capable of asking nicely,” he murmured, “you’d already have permission.”

you felt your ears go hot.

"i am nice,” you said, trying to sound indignant—but your voice came out smaller than intended. “you’re the scary one.”

“scary?” he echoed, tilting his head. “i think i’m being very patient.”

you knew he was right. anaxa has been nothing but patient to you, while you, on the other hand, did test his patience at times.

you were good most of the times, though.

before you could shoot a snarky remark, anaxa turned his heel and began walking toward the back of the library.

you blinked. “wait—what, no scolding today?”

he didn’t turn around. “follow me.”

“…why?”

“so i can distract you. since that seems to be the only way to keep you from breaking into sealed archives.”

you pouted, but followed him anyway.

you trailed behind him, watching the way his coat swayed slightly with each step, the soft hum of his boots against the wooden floor.

then, he stopped when you guys have reached the back of the library. he began to arrange the books quietly and your eyes drifted lower—to that. the strange swirling void embedded in his chest. the one you’d always noticed, but never quite asked about. or touched. or—

your fingers twitched.

“…hey, prof.”

“hm?”

you tilted your head, just a little grin curling at the edge of your lips. “what would happen if i… y’know.” you reached out and wiggled your fingers vaguely in his direction. “poked that weird space hole on your chest?”

he stopped.

you blinked when he turned slightly, casting you a side glance. he looked calm, but you swore his brow twitched.

“is it dangerous? will i get sucked in? implode? will you self-destruct like a machine in a novel?”

he didn’t answer at first. just turned fully toward you.

you reached out without thinking, finger hovering. “i mean, if i just—”

anaxa caught your wrist.

his grip wasn’t tight. just firm enough to stop you. but the way he looked down at you, eyes glowing slightly, made your heart skip a beat.

you really hate how attractive he looks up close.

“you shouldn’t just touch things…” he said, voice low.

“what does it feel like?”

“i don’t know.”

“…you don’t know?”

you blinked.

“why don’t we find out then?”

he hesitated. he seemed curious, too. you giggled, blinking up at him with a cheeky grin. you notice how his cheeks turned the faintest shade of pink before finally sighing and letting go of your hand.

you hovered your fingers over it again.

then, the moment your finger touched the edge of it—warmth. it wasn’t like skin. not quite. It felt… softer, more fluid. like dipping into water, but warmer, stickier, with a gentle pull that sent shivers up your spine.

“it’s… so warm.” you mumbled, stepping closer and pressing deeper, making his breath hitch.

it clenched around you. the warmth turned slicker, a subtle throb radiating through it.

“oh my dear,” you breathed, cheeks burning.

anaxa exhaled sharply through his nose, almost as if trying not to react. “that's enough.”

"what if i don't want to?~" you grin, continuing your ministrations inside the void. you don't even realize the face he's making—cheeks flushed, jaw clenched, eyes dark.

it felt too good on your fingers.

and the idiot you are, also wondered if it would feel good on your—

you pulled your fingers out and looked away, your entire face burning as your dirty thoughts sunk into you.

there's no way you—

did you really just thought of...

suddenly, anaxa grabbed your jaw and slammed his lips against yours, catching you off guard. you gasped, giving anaxa the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth, making you whimper.

he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned you against the nearby shelves, knocking off a few books as you tried to keep up with him.

seriously, he didn't even looked like he can manhandle you in ways and yet—

here you are, pinned against the shelves by anaxa.

he pulled away for a moment, his face still a few inches closer to yours. only then were you able to finally properly see his expression. "...has your curiosity been satisfied?"

you meekly nodded before grinning sheepishly. "so you know how to kiss, professor."

"i know how to make you feel good too."

your eyes widened at his words. you tried to say something, but words failed you as the only thing that left your mouth were stutters.

"d-didn't... know you were such a p-pervert, professor." you mumbled.

"how ironic," he grinned, leaning closer to your ear. "i was sure you were thinking of doing something else on it."

at first you were confused. then it hit you.

"you—!"

he pulled you in another kiss.

his lips moved slowly at first—almost gentle—before he deepened the kiss, tongue sweeping into your mouth like he owned it. and this time, he kissed like he meant it. like he had been waiting for a reason to stop holding back.

when he finally pulled away, a string of spit connected you both, your eyes glossy, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"you love cutting me off, don't you?"

anaxa didn't answer as his hand trailed down to your waist, then lower, fingers dancing along your inner thigh.

"you always act so shy," he murmured, letting one hand slide beneath the fabric of your clothes. "but the moment i touched you… you didn’t pull away."

your breath hitched when his palm cupped between your legs, rubbing slowly—purposefully—over the growing heat there.

"you're liking this, aren't you?"

"i-i—shut up," you whined, trying to turn your head, only for him to hold your chin firmly and tilt your gaze back to him.

“such a brat. and now?” he squeezed, making you gasp. “now you're mine to deal with.”

he lowered his fingers and unzipped your pants before dipping them beneath your waistband and pulling it down along with your underwear, letting it fall down your ankles with a soft rustle.

“here?” you whispered, voice trembling.

“why not?” he replied, smirking. “it’s my library.”

then he dropped to his knees.

he looked up at you from between your legs, his expression unreadable—but those glowing eyes shimmered with hunger. you swallowed hard, hands instinctively reaching behind to grip the shelf for support.

“i’ll be thorough,” he said, almost too calmly, like he was stating a fact. “you don’t deserve it, but you’ve clearly been asking for it.”

you barely had time to process before you felt his mouth—hot and wet—press against the base of your cock, tongue dragging upward in one slow stroke that made your knees tremble.

“p-professor—!” you gasped, head falling back.

he didn’t respond—his mouth was too full now. but he hummed lowly, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. his hands gripped your thighs, pinning you against the shelf with surprising strength, leaving you completely at his mercy.

each movement of his mouth was methodical and cruel in how slowly he built you up—just enough suction, just enough tongue, just enough control to make you squirm.

“p-please,” you whimpered, not even sure what you were begging for anymore.

he pulled back slightly, lips slick, panting softly against your twitching cock. “so sensitive,” he murmured.

you tried to say something. maybe to curse him, maybe to plead—but he cut you off by swallowing you whole again in one fluid motion. you cried out, legs nearly giving in as he began to move faster now, lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm.

books hit the floor again when you jerked back too hard, trying to brace yourself.

your breath was coming out in sharp, uneven pants now—skin flushed, eyes glassy, legs barely able to keep you upright. anaxa finally pulled away, his lips wet, a satisfied look on his face.

without another word, he wrapped a hand around your base, stroking slowly—intimately—just enough to make your knees tremble again.

“wait—what are you…?” you trailed off, throat suddenly dry.

anaxa’s gaze was steady, but there was a flush on his face. “you wanted to touch it earlier,” he said quietly. “let’s see how curious you really are.”

you swallowed hard. “i didn’t mean—like that—”

but your cock twitched at the thought, betraying you.

he noticed. of course he did.

“prof—” you whimpered.

he guided you closer until your tip brushed against the glowing void, pulling you deeper and your eyes rolled back as the sensation hit.

“oh—f-fuck—” you cried out, hips bucking forward on instinct.

the void swallowed your cock with ease—tight, pulsing. it clung to you, enveloped you in sticky, rhythmic pressure, coaxing moans from your lips.

“anaxa—please—” you begged, voice cracked and breathless. you’d sunk all the way in now, hips pressed flush against his chest, cock buried inside that maddeningly warm, slick void—and he wouldn’t let you move.

his hands were locked on your waist, holding you firmly in place. it pulsed around you again, warm, somewhat tight too, like it was trying to milk you dry without you even thrusting.

it was too much. too good.

you squirmed in his hold, trying to rock your hips just a little—only for him to tighten his grip, strong hands digging into your lower back.

“i said don’t move,” anaxa warned, his voice dark. “you wanted this, didn’t you?”

you choked on a moan. “b-but i can’t—i need to—anaxa, please—”

your cock twitched inside the void, the heat and slickness massaging it with every subtle pulse. you were panting now, hands clutching desperately at his shoulders.

“you’re so impatient,” he murmured, almost fondly. “i haven’t even prepped you yet.”

you blinked, dazed. “wha—?”

then his hand slid down, slipping between your cheeks, a finger pressing against your rim.

you gasped. “wait wait wait—!”

his finger pushed in slowly, and you cried out, your cock pulsing violently inside his chest. he continued to move his finger, massaging the walls before he inserted another one, curling it deep, hitting just the right spot.

the mix of tight heat around your cock and his fingers stroking your prostate overwhelmed you. you thighs trembled, and you collapsed against him fully, a sob breaking from your throat.

“can’t… take it—” you whimpered.

“yes, you can.” he kissed your thigh, breath hot against your skin. two fingers, now three, buried deep inside you, curling and stroking in ways that made your back arch.

you gasped, a cry torn from your throat as your body trembled, the heat in your stomach rapidly increasing, the knot forming—

“agh! anaxa—!” you whimpered. “i think i’m gonna—”

but just as your climax neared—he stopped.

he slipped your cock out of his chest. his fingers slipped out. all stimulation vanished in an instant, leaving you twitching and breathless, painfully hard and dripping.

“n-no—! why—?” you choked, hips jerking helplessly in his grip, desperate for any kind of friction. “i was so close—!”

anaxa looked up at you, eyes half-lidded and dark. “you don’t get to come from that alone.”

he shifted, rising to his feet. in one smooth motion, he lifted you by the waist and pressed your back to the bookshelf again. your legs instinctively wrapped around him, still reeling from the sudden emptiness.

“i told you,” he said, lining himself up, the thick head of his cock nudging your entrance. “you’re mine to deal with now.”

then he pushed in.

you screamed—a high, broken moan muffled by his mouth as he kissed you hard, thrusting in deep, burying himself fully in one go. the stretch burned, your hands scrambled for purchase on his shoulders as your walls clenched around him, already too sensitive, already desperate.

he gave you a minute to get used to it, savoring your taste. he groaned into your mouth, grip tightening around your hips. “so tight,” he muttered.

then, he began to slam his hips up, triggering your release and making your eyes roll back as you came with a loud moan, your cock spurting cum on your stomach. still, anaxa didn’t bother to stop.

he continued to thrust his hips u, fucking into you despite you just hitting your climax and he didn’t even slow down.

you twitched in his grip, overstimulated already, but he kept fucking into you with a maddening rhythm, the sounds between you turning wetter and messier.

“anaxa—!” you sobbed, trying to pull away, your legs trembling around his waist. “c-can’t, s’too much—!”

“yes, you can,” he rasped, hands bruising your hips as he pinned you tighter. “you’re going to take it. be good and take what I give you.”

you whimpered, dizzy, overwhelmed—your body torn between pleasure and pain, nerves on fire as he angled his hips to strike that same sweet spot inside you over and over again. every thrust sent you spiraling, overstimulated to the point all you can just do is take it and moan, not an ounce of thought but pleasure in your head.

you let out a broken moan, hands gripping at his coat helplessly as your cock twitched again.

“wait— just came—!”

“come again for me,” he hissed, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back in.

and you cry—moaning, sobbing, legs trembling so hard you couldn’t keep them wrapped around him anymore. he lifted you like nothing, carrying you toward the nearest table and laying you down, never slipping out once.

“spread them,” he ordered, voice hoarse.

your thighs obeyed before your mind could catch up. he grabbed them, holding you wide open as he began fucking into you again, deeper this time—harder. you could feel it everywhere, could feel another orgasm building.

“yes,” he growled, thrusting harder. “come again. make a mess. show me how perfect this hole is for me.”

and fuck, if you could handle anaxagoras manhandling you. him talking dirty to you with that low voice of his was a breaking point.

you screamed, body seizing up as you came a second time, eyes rolling back, back arching, lips parted in silent moans as white stained your stomach and chest again. your body was sticky at this point, but he hasn't even cum yet.

your second orgasm had left your legs twitching, mouth open in a quiet moan you didn’t even realize was still spilling out. your eyes were glassy, tears clinging to your lashes, and yet he kept going. he didn't even pause. not even when your body sagged into the table like your bones had melted.

his thrusts had slowed—but only so he could savor it. savor the way your body clenched around him involuntarily. how your body trembled. how you looked so fucked out beneath him.

“you’re shaking,” he said softly, almost amused, leaning down to kiss your damp cheek. “but you’re still hard.”

you gasped—because it was true. your cock twitched against your stomach, already leaking again, the ache unbearable but so good it made your head spin. you wanted to say something—tell him to stop, or to keep going, you weren’t even sure—but all you could do was moan when he lifted your hips and drove back into you again with a slick, obscene squelch.

the table creaked. you cried out.

he angled his hips again, slow and deep, hitting your sweet spot so perfectly that your back arched off the table, your nails scratching the wood.

your mind felt hazy, muscles trembling from overstimulation, body twitching under every drag of his cock inside you. you didn’t even register how many times you moaned his name anymore—it was just breath and heat and your legs going numb.

then he pulled out.

you whined at the loss—but before you could beg, his hand slid between your thighs, two fingers pushing inside your overstimulated hole, feeling your walls.

“a-anaxa, please,” you whimpered. “just—just do it—!”

he groaned and pulled out. he pulled your hips closer, guiding himself back into you, deeper than before—so deep it made your eyes cross. your body was stretched wide, raw and perfect around him.

the pace picked up again, merciless. he used the angle to push even deeper, and you sobbed from the pleasure. your hands reached up blindly, grasping at his jacket like you’d float away if you didn’t anchor yourself to him.

"you're perfect like this," he panted, licking a tear off your cheek. “absolutely ruined.”

you barely heard him—your third orgasm already building far too fast, your vision already spotting with black, your mouth open in moans and cries as your cock throbbed with every thrust.

then he slammed in one final time—and you broke.

you came again, violently, thighs locking around him in a desperate spasm as you screamed his name, tears streaming from your eyes. you could barely breathe. you couldn’t even move.

anaxa came too—deep inside you, with a low moan that rumbled in his chest as he pressed flush against you, hips trembling, filling you with heat you could feel.

he stayed there.

panting. holding you. letting the aftershocks run through both your bodies in silence, broken only by the dripping sounds of your mixed release and the soft creaks of the library around you.

you were still clinging to his jacket. you didn’t even realize it.

“…done now?” you whispered, voice hoarse, as your hand moved near the void on his chest once again.

he chuckled softly against your ear.

"touch it again, and see what happens."

you pulled away. "i don't know... what you're talking about."

“and don’t call me anaxa.”

“your name is too long for me to moan.”

[starrybirdlilly]

Hello sorry if I'm bothering you but I was wondering if you can write anaxa x male reader who is like in a really high position if amphoreus but with that much responsibility comes overworking so I was hoping you could write anaxa fucking the stress out of us⊂⁠(⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠)⁠)⁠⊃

stressed out — ANAXA

anaxa x bottom male reader

requested!

it has been a while since you last invited him out on a date. it has also been a while since you last went to the grove of ephipany to visit him. you were often out in the city—doing whatever responsibility tells you to do.

he knew you. he knew how workaholic you were, how you'd probably try to mask the weariness and stress with a goofy, happy smile. so, he came to okhema to visit you, where your house was located.

it was already evening, so there's no reason for you to be doing errands or works, when it was already your rest time. however, the moment he got inside your house and went on your office, he saw you still working on whatever papers the council of elders just gave you.

your brows were furrowed, a hand on your temple as your other free hand held the pen, signing the papers.

"[n].” he spoke, his voice making you flinch. you turned around, relief washing over your face when you realized it was just your lover.

"you scared me, love." you said, a chuckle escaping your lips before turning your attention back to the papers.

“that’s too much work.” anaxa said, bringing both hands on your shoulder, leaning over you and pressing a soft kiss on your cheek.

“the council of elders dumped it all on me…” you sighed, holding his hand and rubbing his knuckles gently. your other hand continued to write.

anaxa stared down at you before grabbing the pen from your hand and placed it down. he took hold of your hand, much to your surprise, and turned your head, pulling you in for a kiss.

you hummed at his sudden affection, a rare occurrence. you allowed him to kiss you for a few good seconds before pulling away, only for him to pull you back, the kiss deepening.

“mm..!” you whimpered, closing your eyes as you properly kissed him back. his tongue slipped inside your mouth, lapping up your taste.

then, he let go, leaving you panting. he turned your chair around and pulled you up from your seat, dragging you toward your bed and plopping you down on it.

“i know you’re stressed,” he said as he began to take off his clothing. “i’ll help you let loose.”

your cheeks flushed at that, covering your face with a hand. it has been a long since you guys have done it… and it was also the first time anaxa initiated having sex with you. but as much as you want to agree, your sense of duty awaits you.

“w-wait. i need to fin—“

he pinned you down the bed, stripping you off your clothes while he pressed kisses on your neck, trying to coax you into it.

and dear. it was working well.

“if you don’t let loose, you’ll collapse from overworking.” he murmured and gently gave you a peck on your cheek. you hummed at his words, sighing as he pulled off your underwear.

"...you're planning to finish your work when you're already this hard?" he spoke, amused. he raised an eyebrow at you as he glanced up, and you looked away, embarrassed.

"s-shut it." you mumbled, covering your mouth with the back of your hand in embarrassment. he didn't say anything further, which confused you, but you realized that he had something in mind when he lowered his head to your crotch, his breath hitting your cock.

a shiver ran down your spine, looking down at him in shock. "h-hold on- what're y—hmf!?"

you barely had time to process before his lips wrapped around your cock—hot, wet, and unrelenting. his mouth was slow at first, letting your cock glide over his tongue, letting you feel every inch of his mouth as he took you deeper. your back arched against the mattress, hips twitching, already too sensitive from the sheer contrast of stress and sudden pleasure.

“mmf—anaxa…!” you choked out, biting down on your knuckles, your other hand fisting the sheets.

but he didn’t stop. he hummed, as if in approval, eyes fluttering closed like your cock was the only thing that could ground him. the warmth of his mouth, the swirl of his tongue—it was too much, and you could already feel yourself about cum.

he pulled off with a wet pop, panting softly, a string of saliva still connecting you to his lips. “you’re not allowed to think about work anymore,” he murmured, breathless, voice low as he crawled back up to kiss your jaw.

"ahn... why'd you stop..." you whimpered as he grabbed your wrist, removing the hand that covered your mouth, gently caressing your knuckles—bite marks evident on them.

"do you have lube?" he asked, pulling back.

you nodded. "d-drawer."

he nodded and opened your bedside drawer, humming as he took the bottle of lube and opened it. he squirted a generous amount on his fingers before moving down his other hand to spread your thigh with care. the cool air brushed against your heated skin as he settled between your legs, gaze fixed intently on you.

“relax for me,” he murmured, and you tried—but still shivered when he pressed a finger against your rim, nudging it gently, testing, making you whimper.

he slipped the first finger in slowly, allowing your body to adjust around him. the glide was easy thanks to the lube, but he still moved carefully, curling it just a little until you gasped softly.

your hand gripped the sheets beside you as you breathed out shakily. “anaxa…”

he hummed, pressing a second finger in beside the first. there was a stretch this time—noticeable, but not painful—and he curled his fingers again, expertly brushing against that tender bundle of nerves that made your hips twitch.

“ah—!” you gasped, eyes fluttering. “there—there—”

anaxa watched as he began a steady rhythm, his fingers scissoring and stretching you open, the lube squelching faintly as he worked deeper inside you. your walls clung to his fingers with every drag and push, your breath growing heavier, your cock aching against your belly, untouched.

he leaned up to kiss you, which you eagerly reciprocated. his tongue brushed yours, whimpering as his fingers continued to work you open.

you moaned into his mouth, helpless beneath him as he added a third finger, and your body writhed at the fullness, eyes squeezed shut with pleasure.

his fingers curled up, pressing against your prostate. he pulled back and a particular loud moan escaped your lips, his fingers continuously hitting the bundle of nerves that made your toes curl and your back arch.

“please,” you gasped, almost teary-eyed now. “i need—”

anaxa pulled his fingers out, making you cry out. you whimpered at the loss, looking down, about to comment about it when you noticed anaxa grab the lube again and poured a generous amount of lube along the length of his cock—already hard and leaking pre.

the slick noise of his hand gliding over himself filled the room as he coated himself from base to tip. your legs shifted, restlessly parted, as you bit down on your lip at the sight.

"eyes on me," he said, voice low, like a command wrapped in velvet. you obeyed instantly, your breath hitching when his hand gave one final pump before guiding the head of his cock down between your cheeks.

his cockhead nudged against your rim, spreading the slick there. he leaned forward, one hand pressing against your thigh to hold you open while the other guided himself in, slow—inch by inch—filling you. the stretch was deep, satisfying, and almost overwhelming.

anaxa groaned, the sound guttural and reverent as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours. you could only moan in response, your fingers curling into the sheets as you trembled under him.

anaxa’s hips snapped forward, hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs.

you gasped, eyes fluttering wide open as he pulled back and slammed in again—brutal, deep, fast. gone was the soft-spoken calm. the way he fucked you now was raw. every thrust was like a punishment for pushing yourself past your limit.

“you’re supposed to rest,” he said, his grip tightening on your thighs as he spread you wider, forcing your body to take every inch. “but instead, you’re drowning yourself in paperwork…”

he punctuated each word with a sharp thrust. your back arched as your cock twitched untouched, pre dripping down your belly. you couldn’t even form a reply—just broken moans and the slap of skin against skin.

“nghh—a-anaxa!” you whimpered, fingers scrabbling against the sheets, already overwhelmed. his hips didn’t stop. if anything, they moved faster, angling deeper—until you felt the weight of his cock grind into that spot that made stars spark behind your eyes.

you sobbed out a moan as your body seized, muscles taut as his cock bullied your prostate brutally. his name spilled from your lips again and again as the pressure built too fast.

he adjusted his grip, one hand snaking between your legs to stroke your cock, quick and rough, in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

“come on,” he rasped, “come undone for me.”

and like a command sealed in heat, you did—your release hitting hard, white spilling across your belly, your walls spasming around him as you cried out, tears stinging your lashes.

anaxa didn’t slow. he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own, the tight grip of your pulsing walls dragging a groan from deep in his chest. one final thrust—and he slammed in, cock twitching as he spilled inside, warmth flooding your insides.

he stayed like that, pressed deep, breath hot and heavy against your ear as he whispered:

“…that’s better.”

you blinked up at him, dazed and trembling, your legs still wrapped around his waist.

you didn’t know how long you laid there, muscles loose, limbs trembling, his warmth still pulsing inside you.

anaxa eventually shifted, pulling out with a slow drag that made you whimper. his eyes were on you the whole time—sharp but soft with affection. you expected him to maybe mount you again, but instead, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“bath,” he murmured.

you didn’t protest. you couldn’t. your body was jelly, your mind still fogged over with post-orgasm haze.

the next thing you knew, you were being lifted—gently cradling you into his arms. you curled into his chest, burying your face in his neck. he was warm, walking toward the direction of the bathroom. he set you down on the edge of the tub and began to run the water, your eyes fluttering open.

“i can walk, you know,” you mumbled, your voice hoarse.

“no, you can’t,” he said, almost smug. “and even if you could, i wouldn’t let you.”

the bath filled with steam, the scent of herbs and lavender swirling in the air as he poured in your favorite soak. you let him guide you into the tub, groaning as the hot water lapped over your thighs, your hips, your sore ass.

he slid in behind you, pulling you back against his chest, strong arms wrapping around your waist.

for a moment, there was silence. just the water, your breath, his heartbeat.

then his hands gently moved. he washed you slowly, tracing the curve of your hips, your thighs, carefully trying to soothe the ache. when he reached between your legs to clean you there, his fingers were careful but thorough, massaging out the soreness, easing the ache of being so thoroughly used.

you whimpered at the touch and he kissed your temple. “you’re always giving everything,” he whispered against your ear.

“let me take care of you now.”

you exhaled, eyes closing as your head tilted back against his shoulder.

you hummed. smiled.

“…okay.”

even though you were sure the council of elders is out about scolding your butt again.

[starrybirdlilly]

being sandwiched between dr ratio & aventurine… (nsfw warning)

youre on all fours on the ground, your knees harshly grinding against the wood floor at each thrust aventurine delivered from behind you in your cunt, and your lips buzzing from taking ratio’s cock in between your lips, his huge veiny hand tugging on your hair to go further down- but aventurine helps with that by just jolting your body forward so you end up taking ratio all the way in your mouth anyway.

“you could’ve just said you wanted this from the start you know,” aven says from behind you his hands on your hips- he moves his left hand to deliver a few spanks on your ass for his own pleasure of seeing his handprints on you.

ratio was more quiet- but he let out grunts every now and then, and when he spoke it was a bit rude- calling you a whore every here and there but you were too occupied with feeling the pleasure of aventurine in your pussy and trying to suck ratio’s cock properly to say something back and protest, because hell, you were enjoying this- and they were too.

“mmh, pussys so good,” aventurine moaned, now just slowly pounding into you, he pulls halfway out before seeing you swallow him whole again.

“she’s sloppy,” ratio huffs, his hand going down from your hair to your chin, saliva dripping from your chin mixed with his precum, “aww.. give her some props, she’s taking us sooo well,” aventurine coos, letting his eyes close for a moment in ecstasy, he was definitely getting close and your walls tightened around him. “i suppose,” ratio adds, before he pulls out of your mouth and lets you gasp for air- you cough out. “mh-” you were about to start, before ratio slaps his thick member on your cheek and forces himself back in, so you start working your tongue again to the best of your abilities.

this was going to be a long night.

what’s wrong with my thoughts

requests are open!!!! feel free to request anything, i write for fun ≽ܫ≼

[starrybirdlilly]

SCULPTOR'S DILEMMA

to love him is to remember him, to immortalize him in this moment, in his perfection, in his lust

pairing: veritas ratio x f!reader

themes/content: smut. there is no plot to this at all it’s literally just riding him idk there's like a little bit of thigh riding + jerking him off (wk: 1.4k)

a/n: 'i don't want to fuck this guy' <- guy who wrote 1k words about explicitly fucking this guy

Stone and statues could never compare, you think, to the planes of Veritas’s chest; more grand than any marble, more magnificent than any granite. He should be immortalized in this moment, in the heavy rise and fall of his ribs, the smooth planes beneath your fingers.

It took so little to get him here, too. Nothing more than a firm embrace (one he could break out of if he wanted to; he never wants to) and hushed words of, “You’re so beautiful, Veritas.”

He grumbled, as he often does when met with praise he doesn’t know what to do with, when it gets stuck in the gears of his mind and they struggle a bit more with each turn. But it’s an easy enough fix, at least for you, at least after all this time.

So, your lips carved a path down his throat, your fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt to give you more canvas to paint with your teeth and nails. An artist known only by your love for him, the only thing you could create; in every form, it finds itself: Veritas.

“May I show you, my love?” It’s whispered into his chest, into the divot of his sternum, a groove wide enough to hold it. “May I show you how beautiful you are?”

A momentary pause, and you're sure he's staring down at you, even if you can't see the picturesque gaze. “As you wish.”

You pretended to ignore the tremble in his voice, the shake within his hands as they came to rest upon your shoulders.

That’s the drawback of this brittleness: it’s all the easier to break.

So yes, it takes very little to get him bare and desperate, although he’d never call it that, even with one of your hands wrapped around his cock, aching and heavy as your hips draw the same pattern across his thigh. Instead, he’d let his sighs and stifled sounds and all the things that go unsaid speak for him, let the raging pulse and burning skin chisel their own meaning.

“Don’t tease,” he says, low and raspy and gods, what that voice does to you, the way it’s sweeter than any honey, riper than any fruit. You’d let it drip down your chin and onto your chest, peel it with careful fingers that are all too quick to turn ravenous.

“I’m not teasing,” you smile back, pulp held tight between your molars. You squeeze his length within your hand. “I’m just taking my time. What is it you always say, my dear? ‘Patience breeds success’?”

He scoffs - or rather, he attempts to scoff. But with the pitched-up sound doing little to convey its intended displeasure, it only makes you giggle.

“Aw, what’s wrong my love?” You offer him a look of innocence, one he rewards with a scowl.

“Just, mm, get on with it already.”

“Okay, okay,” you placate, palms resting on his pecs, steadying, despite the blooming smile that leaks sun beams. “As you wish.”

Your hips strain as you adjust, no longer centering you upon his thigh; as you rise, the muscled skin glimmers under the low lights, proof of your arousal left behind. It was a pretty thing to grind on, nearly enough friction to get the job done, you suppose, but it was never truly your goal - not when his cock lies so beautifully against his stomach.

His own desire sparkles from the tip, pearls of precum dribbling down his length, a worthy reaction to having watched you ‘tease,’ as he so fondly called it. The hand that had been slowly, gently, ever-so graciously stroking his length comes to a stop, instead guiding his tip to your entrance.

“Is this what you desire, my dear?”

This part is always fun, to make him flustered, make him verbalize those ‘filthy desires,’ as he’s so prone to calling them. ‘Don’t be crass,’ he often says when you push it, make him beg a tad too explicitly, but he always manages to choke the words out nonetheless.

“Obviously.” The words likely should have a bite, if they came out as intended, but with the flush painted down his torso and up to his ears, it reads as rather endearing; you hum, and watch his cheeks redden further.

As you sink down, your gaze never leaves his - not even when his eyelashes flutter, not even when his chest stutters, not even when your back arches from how he fills you and your hips nearly pause with the overwhelming sensation of it all. Each agonizing centimeter as he goes further inside your pulsing core, a silent code only he could dare to understand, one ripe with hunger and a carnal need he'd dare to call primitive, if he was any less affected by it.

But finally, finally, you rest atop his pelvis, flush and full and somehow still aching.

The first roll of your hips is languid, measured, while you’re still cognizant enough to hold yourself together. It earns you a warbled groan from Veritas, whose fists have begun to dig into the sheets. Cute, you think, the way he’s trying to maintain his composure, even with the sweat beading down his temple and his cock twitching inside you.

His eyes, meanwhile, struggle to land on a single destination. They roam your face, your neck, your chest, flitting across the inviting space of your body as though he can’t quite make up his mind where to focus. Ah, indecision, the paralysis of a man who can’t stop thinking. But no matter - you can help (you’ll always be there to help).

With your hands placed behind you on his thighs, you lean back, an arch to your spine that lets your head fall. Up, your hips stir, and you whine as his cock is dragged from your warmth.

Through the bottom of your lashes, you catch it: those sunset-rich eyes set their heated gaze on where the two of you are joined, the growing expanse of his skin that glistens from where it had been inside you. His pupils dilate, an ever-expanding eclipse, as he silently watches you lower yourself onto him. This time, you let a moan warm the air until you feel him in your chest.

Oh, and he’s beautiful, lungs heaving and heavier than stone, watching you fuck yourself on him, watching you take him so perfectly again, and again, and again. You’re making a show of it, he knows you are, with the way you refuse to look away, but he can’t bring himself to object.

Veritas is, though, a proud man. Perhaps that’s why his teeth sink into his lower lip until it blooms the same red that’s now swallowed in his irises.

But that won’t do.

“Veritas,” you say, more of a breath, what with the air forced from your lungs with each self-imposed thrust. “My love, let me hear you.”

A flicker of attention to your face, and you almost wonder if he can truly understand you behind the glassy sheen to his eyes, the weak grip on the bedding. When he makes no move to free the flesh from his canines, you lean forward.

A thumb to his cheek. His jaw. His lower lip.

Ah. Finally, he lets the weight of your skin coax his mouth open. You wish there was a sculptor that could capture his beauty in this moment, the oblivious ecstasy of a chronically attentive man; to see him lose himself so entirely, to trust you in his heedless pleasure, is the most magnificent thing, you think.

“There you go, my darling,” you hum.

And perhaps it’s the words, the praise he desperately claims not to need, or perhaps it’s the way you sink down even deeper, slower, sweeter, but the moan he releases is thicker than gold. You hadn’t known he could make such an exquisite sound, nor make it for so long, but it must fully empty the air clamoring to his breath as it spills and spills from his throat.

That is the thing about Veritas, a man of constancy and contradictions (perhaps that is another one in and of itself, too): how could one be so solid, more stable than stone, and yet so alive? The sound he makes vibrates low between your ribs, down your spine, to where the two of you are connected, humming with vitality.

You clench around him, and he twitches inside you again. A living, breathing picture of beauty, one no statue could ever dream to capture.

[starrybirdlilly]

How they kiss ᯓᡣ𐭩

(Part one)

Synopsis: How they kiss you, sfw, fluff, gender-neutral reader.

Characters: gn reader x Diluc, Neuvillette, and Gorou (Separate)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 DILUC

Soft and sweet.

Diluc often kisses you when you're talking about something that has captured your interest. He can't help the warmth that floods him at the smile plastered on your cheeks or how your eyes sparkle like galaxies.

It takes nearly two minutes of your talking before Diluc leans over and cups your cheek in his palm, his red eyes softened with a fondness reserved only for you. He takes his time pressing your lips together in a slow, deep rhythm, wanting to savor the feeling of such an intimate moment. The kiss is impossibly gentle and sweet while he guides your faces together with a steady hand.

By the time the kiss breaks, you've lost all knowledge of what you'd been talking about before. The kiss had caught you off guard, leaving your cheeks rosy and lips parted in surprise. Those pretty red eyes gaze back at you, a smile playing on the corners of his lips.

"I love it when you ramble."

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Neuvillette

Shy but loving.

Neuvillette often struggles with human emotions and desires, sometimes hindering his affection for you. He worries that he will smother you in affection if he does too much, so it isn't uncommon for him to wait until you express your need for physical touch. He will happily give you what you desire. Though, there are days when he is the needy one, especially after a harsh trial.

As a soft ray of sunshine caresses your face while you lean back on the couch in Neuvillette's office, he can't help but stare. You look ethereal in the gentle glow that illuminates your hair where you sit in the sunshine, a book perched against your thighs. You often sat with him on days such as this when your partner was swamped with paperwork. You find the quiet atmosphere to be quite relaxing in the presence of the hydro dragon.

Neuvillette pushes himself from his desk, shoes thumping against the floor while he crosses the room toward the couch you are perched on. "Raindrop." His voice echoes near your ear, and you are quick to glance up from your book.

Before you can utter a word, Neuvillette's lips are on yours, his hand cradling your jaw and his thumb rubbing over your chin. The kiss is slow as if Nevuillette is drinking in your taste and committing how your lips feel to memory. His lips mold against yours, fitting together like puzzle pieces as if you are made for each other. When the hydro dragon pulls back, his pale cheeks are dusted in a pink hue, as if surprised by his own momentary boldness.

Purple-shaded eyes catch yours, and neither of you mentions anything until he clears his throat. "Apologies if I have come on too strong; you just looked divine sitting in the sun like that."

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Gorou

Eager and Sweet.

Gorou is not shy when it comes to physical affection from you. He wants to smother you in kisses and allow his hand to linger maybe a tad too long when he really should be going. Due to his status as the General of Watatsumi Island's military, Gorou often doesn't have the time to bask in your affection.

Still, you both find the time to make your relationship work. You often train with Gorou and the others, wielding your own weapon of choice. The whole time you are sparring with a recruit, Gorou finds his eyes glued to your every move. He watches the way the muscles of your body ripple with an impact or heavy exertion while you spar. He finds you mesmerizing.

When the recruit you are fighting calls his defeat, you step back, holding your head high in triumph. You help the fallen up, patting him on the with a grin, praising him for his hard work and offering tips he can use to get better. After the recruit walks away, Gorou shuffles over to you instead, a glass of water in hand and his tail swaying behind him. Teal blue eyes glitter in pride at how easily you managed to take down one of his own.

"Here, drink this." Gorou hums, trying not to allow his pride to show too much, but his tail sways behind him in betrayal.

After a few long sips from the glass, you barely have time to pull it from your lips before Gorou's lips are on your own. The kiss is eager, with the General holding himself back for long enough as he presses your bodies together, his tail wagging behind him. You cup his jaw to deepen the kiss further, tongue swiping over his bottom lip and Gorou sighs into your mouth. He can't get enough of how your lips mold together and the taste of your lips on his own.

A gentle hue of red paints your cheeks when your lips separate, shocked at the sudden onslaught of affection the moment you two got alone time. Gorou just beams at you, his teal eyes softened with pure love. "I love you, Y/N."

Before you can utter a word, his lips slot over yours once more.

[starrybirdlilly]

big fan of the idea that zhongli and neuvillette are slow lovers — slow and meaningful in the way they kiss you, slow and intentional in the way they make love to you, slow and reverent in the way they handle you and your body.

zhongli has lived since the most ancient of days; he has learned the art of patience. he’s endured much, and now that he has you he will take as much time to savor you as he pleases. languid kisses that trace along your skin, leaving you breathless despite how they leisurely traverse your body. careful yet ardent touches that make you sigh and plea for more, more. slow but deep presses of his cock into you, always treating you so delicately. he is unhurried in the way he takes you, truly and earnestly making love to you, allowing you to feel how much he adores you with every roll of his hips. and the pleasure he bestows upon you is nothing short of intense despite his measured motions. with how meticulously he cares for you, he knows all the ways to make you fall apart so easily by his gentle, loving hands.

neuvillette never ceases to be amazed by you. humans have always been a point of intrigue for him, but you make him desire to learn more, to understand. delicate kisses against your plush lips while his curious hands rove across your body. even as he grows overwhelmed by his affection and desire for you he remains careful, controlled in the way he feels you. he’s steady but passionate as he fills you up to the brim — he savors the way you sigh and squirm as he stretches you with his cock. languid ruts into you while he watches every expression you make, ears attuned to every moan and whisper of his name. he would be happy to spend the rest of his long life exploring you and your body and your pleasure bit by bit, never missing a single detail. for him, loving you is something he will never wish to stop.

[starrybirdlilly]

falling asleep on dimitri's shoulder

pairing: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, soft & respectful!dimitri, romantic feelings (dimitri crushing on reader), nervous/flustered!dimi

you've been a bit sleepy when dimitri offered you his shoulder to lean onto. however, he hadn't expected you to doze off so quickly!

dimitri's only goal was to keep you asleep! he didn't dare move when he noticed you had fallen asleep, so he remained as still as he could, trying not to wake you

though he couldn't help but let his eyes wander towards you, a soft smile creeping onto his lips as he saw how calm you looked as you slept

and you were closer than you've ever been before! so close that dimitri could smell the scent of your shampoo and feel himself blush upon that realization

he usually tried to keep a respectable distance to you! not because he didn't like you, but because he did like you!

so suddenly being so close to you and unable – and unwilling – to leave wasn’t something dimitri was prepared for!

for hours, the boy sat completely still, hoping he wouldn't wake you up! he almost looked like a statue with how still he was

until eventually, dimitri allowed himself to relax a little and ended up falling asleep too, now leaning against you as well…

[starrybirdlilly]

BE MINE!

day of devotion dimitri x reader

ingredients : SPOILER-FREE, gender neutral reader, introspection, fluff, minimal dialogue, slight angst (dima is mean to himself), graphic imagery, implied background pairings, intentional lowercase.

note from the barista : i'm not late to put this out if his day of devotion banner is still running :')

dimitri does not handle flowers. or perhaps it is more accurate to say that if he can so much as help it, he tries not to make a habit of handling anything fragile.

the same could be said about most, whether they be objects or people. but flowers specifically are high upon that list. they are notorious for their fragility. one wrong move could snap the thin stems keeping them upright, or tear the delicate petals from the receptacle. it means little in the grand scheme of things, that is true. it is a mere flower, another can and will be grow and cultivated. but dimitri does not want to be the one to destroy something so lively, so precious and beautiful.

but dimitri is like a rock against glass — bound for destruction. it has followed him since he was young and will continue to do so until he is laid to rest. this moment is hardly any different. one could blame the precarious nature of his crest. after all, it's provided him with strength nearly unparalleled by others. but a sword does not swing and pierce through by itself; an arrow does not fly and lodged itself into its target on its own. the responsibility is his and his alone.

perhaps it makes him a hypocrite, considering how tenderly dimitri cradles his feelings for you close to his heart. if it does, then he cares not. it was a daunting task to allow himself this kindness when he knows he is undeserving of it. there are many days he considers letting go of them, despite the gaping wound it would surely leave. you deserve better than him. someone who is not tormented by their past and held together by a thirst of revenge that can't come soon enough. dimitri's hands shake around these feelings, handling them like the precious treasure they are.

but make no mistake, dimitri is well aware that you are not fragile. you are one of the strongest people he knows and he loves that. he loves you. he would worship you if you permitted him! dimitri swore to him that no matter what happened, the bloodstained claws disguised as human hands would never tear into you. he would use them to protect and love you. still, dimitri knows he must be careful. with this cursed strength beneath the flesh of his palms, he fears that a single mistake will leave you—

dimitri grimaces. a petal falls and lands atop the toe of his boot. he will not think of that. not today. but it is so difficult. all of this self doubt came rushing forward and revealed itself at the first opportunity presented. now it refuses to leave him lone, clinging to him like rotten flesh to bone. that is to say, dimitri accidentally crushed one of the flowers within the bouquet and the guilt was all-consuming. and now he is plucking the tiny petals from the mutilated plant, one-by-one, as he mutters, "they love me. they love me not."

dimitri has not played this game in years — literally. the last time he had, it was before the tragedy. those were different times, when things were simpler and the truth was hidden behind a veil of childish innocence. when he and his childhood friends were still young. when loved ones and innocents still drew breath. glenn taught the four of them this game, as a matter of fact. dimitri cannot recall how it came up in the first place, something about the holiday itself, but it ended with him, felix, sylvain, and ingrid each with a flower in hand.

he and felix only went along with it because glenn introduced it. sylvain, to no one's surprise, already knew of this practice and teased them, insisting that this method was reliable. dimitri hadn't believed it. but a bright-eyed felix had taken him at his word and tore through what had to be several flowers. ingrid was a little more reluctant and instead counted the petals. dimitri has never since seen her flush as bright as she had when glenn casually mentioned not needing a flower to dictate his feelings.

dimitri is quick to dismiss those thoughts before they, too consume him more than they already have. he forces himself back into the present and it takes him but a moment to recall that he is stilling sitting upon the fountain's ledge at the heart of the marketplace. a comically large bouquet of flowers is cradled in his arm like a babe, its weightlessness surprisingly intimidating. spring snowflakes, if he recalled correctly. they are so small and droopy that dimitri was almost convinced they were sickly. the florist had to assure him that they were, in fact, healthy.

the prince had not bought this bouquet with the intention of doing this. it was meant to be a gift, after all. a gift for the most wonderful person dimitri has been graced with meeting. it feels more like an honor, a blessing he is undeserving of. but the longer dimitri sits for, the more restless and nervous he becomes. now dozens of tiny white petals line his feet and the stem lays limp and pathetic in his palm.

"they love me. they love me not. they love me. they love me not."

dimitri has been muttering those same words for what feels like hours now. his tongue grows tired and numb after repeating them like a mindless husk of what once was. but dimitri refuses to give up. if he has so much as a chance for his feelings to be reciprocated, then he wants to reach out and take it.

dimitri's hand stills around that last petal and watches as it slips between his fingers like a lost opportunity. he reaches for another flower from the bunch and—

"dima?"

dimitri nearly rips the whole stamen off of the flower. that lovely voice rings in his ears like church bells and if he was standing, he's sure he would have fallen to his knees. his head whips upwards and his eyes find the most ethereal shade of color he will ever see in his lifetime. dimitri's heart flutters with a sort of adoration he has little idea what to do with.

"ah, you're here!"

an odd mix of exhilaration and anxiety bundles together in his chest. dimitri eagerly rises to his feet and it's a miracle he doesn't trip over his feet like a fool. the heavy weight of his cloak is a welcome pressure upon his shoulders and it's the only thing keeping him even relatively composed. dimitri clears his throat and stands a little taller, a little straighter.

"i was beginning to think you declined my invitation," dimitri confesses in an attempt at casual conversation, but his worry is unfortunately palpable.

"i wouldn't miss this for the world," you say. "i'm sorry for running late."

dimitri does not hesitate to offer his assurances, almost jumping at the chance to do so. "no, please do not apologize. it's quite alright. to be honest, i just appreciate you meeting me here today."

dimitri spots the relief in your demeanor, in that lovely expression you give him. he can feel his heart soaring and lodging itself in his throat. he would be perfectly content letting it asphyxiate him if it meant you would keep your eyes on him for even a moment longer. he forgets all about the world around them and the other heroes that pass with their special someone in celebration for this day. frankly, the only one who has his attention is you. always you.

it's during his incessant fawning that dimitri's eyes follow yours to the ground when it lingers elsewhere. specifically, to where the petals are scattered and the spot on the fountain's ledge where bare stems lie next to where he had been sitting. vague amusement crinkles at the corners of your eyes and the slight upturn of your lips, and it only becomes even more prominent when you look back up at him. embarrassment washes over dimitri like the waves lapping over one's bare feet at the beach.

the prince pointedly ignores the fiery warmth upon his cheeks. he shifts so his frame hides the unfortunate sight behind him and steps over the petals. he can't even feel them beneath his boot, but the knowledge that they're there is like his own personal torment. dimitri chuckles, an awkward attempt at moving past this.

"in any case, it's good to see you. i'm aware it has not been that long at all since we last saw each other, but...i truly did miss you."

he offers his hand, palm to the sky. your hands slides so smoothly against his glove, his fingers curl so perfectly around yours, and he swears that he can feel your skin through his glove. his hand is a little bigger than yours, and yet dimitri is so certain that they were made to fit so perfectly together. dimitri bows his head, lifts their hands, and brushes his lips against your knuckles. even when he stands upright once more, dimitri does not let go just yet. he will be a little selfish today, even on such a pure holiday as this.

"this is for you. i hope you will accept it."

dimitri extends the bouquet in his other hand, and—

it is a single spring snowflake. the last from the bouquet he had bought, to be specific. it's blanketed neatly in the wrapping and tied with a blue ribbon, but it's like a child wearing their parents' clothing. it stands out so comically in all the ways it's not supposed to be. something like horror and guilt smacks him across the face and dimitri swears his heart gives out in his chest.

he has no chance to amend this horrid, detestable mistake when his offering is taken from him in tender hands, cradled with a gentility only you possess. he dares say that your eyes are soft as you observe the gift, your fingers brushing against the tiny white petals. anxiety bubbles in dimitri's chest as he looks between you and the gift. he doesn't know how to rectify this without hurrying back to the florist and purchasing another bouquet.

"oh, it's beautiful," you marvel. to him, your voice is as soft as a tender caress. "i love it. thank you, dimitri."

dimitri swears he falls in love all over again in this moment. the way the bright sky gleams down on them highlighting them in a light that makes them appear almost ethereal. the soft look in their eyes that dimitri is the always sole recipient of. dimitri does not feel deserving of it, nor has he ever. he doesn't think he ever will. but he has it. he has someone who looks at him, sees him, and likes what they see. he has someone who sees him as he truly is, this dark and ugly and foul creature, and still wants to stand at his side.

"anything for you," dimitri says breathlessly. he offers his arm. "i would love to see the rest of the festival with you. what say you?"

© azxremoon. please do not copy, edit, translate, or use for ai training.

[starrybirdlilly]

17 Cum Inflation

Zhongli x Reader / NSFW / Reader and Zhongli are basically married / Reader is described as small compared to half-dragon form Zhongli / Mentions of pregnancy and breeding / This is degenerate smut featuring an unrealistic kink so don't expect it to make any biological sense!

Aside from the visual stimulation, there was one rather specific reason why you preferred your lover fuck you in his illuminated form. In an effort to preserve what little shame you had while having your insides tastefully rearranged by his cock, you only ever gave him the first reason and that was good enough for him.

Zhongli was already tall in his human form, but once his more draconic features make an appearance, his cock swells into an absolute monstrosity. It's not unusual for him to slip into his more primal form when he's balls-deep inside your sweet little hole. He can't help it when you fit so perfectly around him, squeezing him so deliciously that his control crumbles. You'd be sobbing and crying like the helpless cum dump you devolve into whenever he's got you wrapped around his cock, but since you never beg him to stop, he doesn't.

He's so careful with you, or at least he tries to be. With his claws digging into your plush thighs as he hold you in place, he can see just how tiny and delicate your body is compared to his, especially in this form. Your tight hole stretches obscenely around his cock. The sounds coming from your drooling lips were just as shameless as the loud, wet squelching around his base. Your mind was completely empty, all coherent thoughts forced out as if his cock was pumping air straight into your head. You wouldn't be surprised if you started to float with the way his thrusts were lifting your back off the bed.

"Z-Zhongli..." You choked on his name.

It felt so good, you wanted to say, but all you could muster were cries of ecstasy as he fucked you even harder. Loud grunts punctuated his every stroke. The air pulsated with Geo energy, vibrating in sync with the part of him that was buried deep inside you. Your ears rung as your body trembled. You could feel his every throb, hear his labored breaths. Even your hearts beat in unison, strung together in a desperate frenzy.

You stole a glance at your lover. If you had the mental capacity, perhaps you'd reach for his horns. They looked so pretty, glowing faintly in the dimmed bedroom. His striking amber eyes were also fixed on you, gaze raking down your body. The intensity in them culminated when he saw the way the tip of his cock formed a visible bump underneath your otherwise flat stomach. A furrow appeared between Zhongli's brows as he took in the erotic sight. His cock seemed to be growing in size, stretching your poor pussy beyond its capacity.

"My dear..." He swallowed thickly. "Am I hurting you?"

You shook your head, teary eyes falling on his concerned face. "I-I can take it, all of it..." You panted, gaze dropping to eye the rest of his cock.

The girth should give you second thoughts, but the rational part of your brain had been bullied into oblivion and would not be working properly while your legs were shamelessly spread for him. Although he was the one who asked, he did not anticipate the way your answer would affect him. The way you said it, like a whispered prayer, he could not deny you. He should've, but he was just as aroused as you were, far too eager to indulge your whim against his better judgment.

"Very well, you shall have all of it then." He utters into your ear as he resumed the treacherous task of attempting to fit the entirety of his cock inside of you.

You wailed as Zhongli sheathes himself deep, each thrust more urgent than the last. You could feel the tip of his cock grinding against the inside of your belly, along with the seams of your unraveling sanity. If someone where to peer down at you right now, they'd be able to see his monstrous cock moving inside of you with the way your belly heaved and sunk with his rapid movements. Every time he pulled out, you deflated. The moment he stuffed himself back inside, you were full again. He had reduced you into such a simple creature, satisfying you in the most basic way.

"Darling... oh..." He groans, unable to find words to describe how incredible you feel wrapped around him.

Your precious hole had been stretched beyond his wildest imagination. He was so afraid he'd hurt you at first, but when it was clear you could handle it, the last layer of his self restraint shed away. The sight of his tip bulging out of your belly whenever he bottomed out had him overflowing with lust. The primal urge to breed, the thought of stuffing you so full of his seed that your belly rounded gripped him in an instant.

"Ah! Zh-Zhongli!" You gasped as you felt his cock swell even more. "I'm close!"

A prominent knot had formed around his cock near the base. Your lips parted to release a decadent whine as he managed to lodge himself inside your hole just before you fell apart. Zhongli shuttered as his climax chased yours. He exploded into your womb from the sheer intensity. His seed rushed in and filled you to the brim in a matter of seconds, but there was still so much more coming.

Your eyes snapped open as your lips parted in shock. With his cock plugged up in you, the unending rope of cum shooting out of his tip had only one outlet, you. Not a drop of it could escape the seal his knot created. You whimpered as he held you still, ensuring that you received everything he was giving you.

The unmistakable sensation of bloatedness made you look down to find your belly inflated like there was already life inside it. Your lover had come so hard, emptied so much cum into you that you had inflated like a water balloon.

"Apologies, love." He panted against your ear. "It appears I have gone overboard."

You gave a feeble whimper as you struggled to adjust to the massive load Zhongli had just deposited inside you. It took a good two minutes for you to come down from the weightless euphoria your lover had sent you to.

"I did it, see?" You grinned weakly at him, a rosy flush still clinging to your cheeks. "I kept my word."

Zhongli chuckled, his deep rumble vibrating against your ear as he nuzzled against your neck. "Indeed you did, my love. You took me very well."

He let go of your thighs to tenderly stroke your raised belly, filled with his seed. Was this what you'd look like, belly swollen with his brood? The image ignited something deep inside of him. He had laid with you countless times, but this was the first time he allowed himself to indulge so unreservedly. It wasn't that you wouldn't allow him to before. He had thoroughly enjoyed himself every time he made love to you, but there was always a part of him that he had to hold back.

It was for your own good. You were human afterall and your body wasn't meant to take everything he longed to give you, including children. He would never knowingly risk you, groveling at the mere thought of putting you in harm's way. A thousand thoughts fluttered through his mind at that instant, but at this one crystalline moment, he only focused on one. Unless you ask him for children, he would not burden you with them.

With a pained groan he tugged his knot free and released the flood of cum that had been held captive inside you. Your belly deflated as his warm load seeped out from between your legs. Your eyes met his in curiosity as his palm slid down from your belly, resting against your womb. A tingling sensation bloomed underneath his hand. When he lifted it, a faint shimmering mark adorned your skin briefly before fading away. You didn't bother to ask him what it was, trusting him completely.

"What's on your mind?" You asked him instead.

He gave you a gentle smile. "How beautiful you looked just now, my dear."

"You like how I look knocked up?" You teased him. "Maybe you should bree—"

"Tut tut!" He pressed a palm against your lips, sealing them before you could finish the sentence. "I said no such thing."

"But you were definitely thinking about it, weren't you?" You said as soon as he withdrew his hand.

"That can be a discussion for another day. We should get ourselves as well as this mess cleaned up." He suggested, clearing his throat as his eyes fell on the ungodly amount of cum glazing your thighs and soaking into his silken sheets.

[starrybirdlilly]

A Mate’s Special Touch

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Contains/Warnings: tiny bit of angst (his wings being gone, we all know he would’ve had them), clingy Xiao (self indulgent sue me), mentions of bird habits and mating

A/N: Saw a yt short about the difference between petting vs stroking ur birds and the meaning and I was suddenly inspired

Song this is named for: None

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He didn’t let people get close to him. It was more a fear of contaminating them with his karmic debt then being antisocial, and that was what he told people such as the Traveler. It was the truth mostly, so he didn’t care.

But when you came around and you, like those other rare people, squeezed in through the barriers around his heart, he wouldn’t let anybody but you touch him. In fact, he tried to seek it out and ask for it in his own ways- light brushes of skin on skin, leaning against you, holding you a bit tighter when you wanted a hug. There was something special about your touch and he loved it. Craved it, even, after oh-so long of no touch, hardly any contact.

Anytime anybody- and he meant anybody- but you tried to touch him, even the Traveler, he would puff up like a bird and glare at them. He may not have had wings to puff up for intimidation anymore, but he sure tried. Even the slightest brush made him grumble indignantly and want to scrub his skin, but he wanted you to touch him, to stroke his hair or his back.

You could feel, under his clothes, hidden carefully, the stubs of wings. The broken bone, the still tender skin. He wishes he still has his wings to tuck you into. He knows you would’ve loved them, would’ve helped to preen his feathers into place, would’ve cuddled into them. But they’re gone now, taken from him cruelly.

You still love him despite the scars, the marks, the imperfections. And he adores you for it. He leaves you gifts, anything he thinks you’ll like, on the railing of your room balcony. Sometimes you’ll find him perched there at nighttime. He likes it more than the balcony most people look for him on, because you’ve decorated even the balcony.

When you speak even the first two letters of his name he’s there, already tucked under your arm. Your touch is like a soothing balm on his corrupted soul. Some nights he’s so worried about his karmic debt hurting you, especially with how much skin-on-skin contact you have with him. For hours he’ll struggle to keep himself away from you, from your touch and your cuddles.

But he eventually succumbs to the want to cuddle up and be content like a bird tucked under their mother’s wing. You stroke his hair, he likes that more then when you pet him like an animal- he tends to bare his little fangs at you when you do that, but he learned the hard way not to do that when you giggles about his ‘little teefies’ for several minutes.

And you don’t learn about this until you get a book about birds to learn more about his bird like tendencies, but birds only let their mates stroke them like that. Pets are platonic, but certain birds only let their mate stroke them all over. And then it clicks- the gifts, the baring of fangs when you tried to pat his head once, the happy little cooing noises when you run your hands over his back or sides, the clinginess. And when you take into account whenever even the Traveler or Mr Zhongli tries to touch him he’ll puff up and bare his fangs, but he’s always fine with your touch, it makes sense.

And now that you know what it means it’s utterly adorable. How could you not be charmed by that? That he only wants your touch? You love him even more, doting on him with kisses and more touches and making him almond tofu whenever. It’s never really official when you start dating, but the sudden appearance of lots and lots of bites and nibbles on your mark and the altogether too pleased look on Xiao’s normally emotionless face is enough for most of the people working at the inn to put two and two together.

[starrybirdlilly]

Day 1. Oviposition w/ Neuvillette

A/N: This is probably the most unhinged thing out of everything I’ve ever written. Also probably OOC since the last time I was into Genshin was the multiple Albedo incident and Scara being revealed as Wanderer so I’m going off fics and what little I know of his character😭

I hope this is good :(

A/N #2: I’m so sorry this took forever to release. I've had a lot of stuff going on with my mental health and school. I’m trying to do it as fast as possible without rushing the fics!

Word count: 4.6k

Reader: The reader is gender neutral but has afab anatomy but other than that the reader’s body is not described!

This fic includes consent checks because consent is sexy❣️

Warnings: blood, branding, belly bulging, biting & marking, Breeding, collar & leash, dacryphilia, blood mentions, master/pet, slapping (not the face though), soft sadist Neuvillette, possessive Neuvillette, soft dom Neuvillette, dom Neuvillette. Neuvillette goes feral, monster fucking (He’s a dragon so…), double penetration, overstim, oviposition, rut/heat cycles. 

If I missed anything please let me know!

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“Please-” you go to plead with your husband, who seems to be in a very bad mood today.

“Did I say you could speak?” he snaps, voice filled with a venom that you’ve never heard from him before.

“What’s gotten into you!? I can’t even just speak to Wriothesley now!?” You shout, your own irritation growing.

Your husband was never like this, never possessive, never jealous... This was all new and out of character for him and it worried you.

“I don’t like it! The way you were so close to each other!” He turns, and for a second you swear his pupils are more slitted than ever. “His scent on you” Disgust is in his tone.

Your shoulders droop, anger fading more into worry “What is going on, Neuvillette? You’ve never acted like this before.” Your eyes search his as he stares at you sitting on the edge of the bed from across the room. There’s something different, something primal in his eyes.

He calms down a bit, but you can tell he’s still angry by the look on his face, a frown, eyes seemingly glaring, his eyebrows furrowed. “I just don’t like what I sensed between you two.”

You get up and walk over to him, the gaze in his eyes makes you feel like… prey, nearly feral.

You look into his eyes as you stand before him “Neuvillette. You know there is nothing between me and Wriothesley, he’s just someone for me to talk to when you're busy. I love you.”

He calms fully, his shoulders fall as he calms down a bit, your hands cup his cheeks and your thumbs stroking his skin. “I… I know, I…”

“Hm?” You hum as he stops talking, not finishing his sentence.

“I can’t say I don’t know what came over me because that would be a lie.” He frowns

“Then tell me the truth, it’s ok.”

“It’s just… I want you all to myself. Forever.”

“And you have me.” Your voice is hushed.

“But, I-I want you more deeply, I want to know if anybody sees you they’ll know you belong to me. I want to mark you and… Archons, I just want to claim you in every possible way.” His voice comes as a bit of a growl and his hands grip your arms, pulling you closer and holding you in place.

His words and tone send shivers straight down your spine and to your core, you can feel it, the bulge in his pants against your thigh.

“Neuv-”

“I want you, I want you so badly” His breath is heavy and his hands grip your arms tighter. “I want to mark you up, I want to make you mine over and over again, I want to own you,” he growls and you feel the knee-weakening spark of arousal in your lower region at his words.

“Neuvillette-”

“My rut, it’s come, I can’t control myself- I-” He pulls you closer, against his body as he wraps his arms around you.

“Then take me.”

“W-What?”

“If you want me, then take me.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Beloved.” His voice shakes “You can’t say things like that during my-”

“I know” His hands grope your hips “But I mean it. You’re my husband. I want to help you.” “You… you can’t. I could hurt you.”

You’ve had sex together before, yes, so you’re aware of his… physique… but he has a point, you and Neuvillette have never spent a rut together, it’s the first one he’s had since you two have been married, and you have no clue on what to expect.

“I trust you” The words leave your mouth before you begin to think about what he may even do to you because it’s true, you trust him with your life.

His eyes widen a bit, the feral look in his eyes growing, and he growls “Love. I- You can’t possibly begin to imagine the things I want to do to you.”

“Then show me.”

He lets out a heavy breath before slamming his lips onto yours, your words spurring on his maddening lust. The kiss is rough and messy, and his hands roam and grope your body, like a wild man. “My love” He groans “I’m going to ruin you.”

He pushes you onto the bed and pulls away from the kiss, he looks down at you, pupils slit in lust, his breath hot and heavy as it fans your face “Do you mean it? You’ll let me do what I want?”

“Yes,” You whisper out breathlessly “I really trust you.”

The air falls silent as he pants, his hands gripping the sheets next to your head before he whispers out a small ‘fuck.’

“Strip” He demands.

He gets off you, peeling off his coat and shirt, before walking over to the fireplace, you sit up and begin to peel off your clothes, trying to figure out what he is doing. He’s holding a metal rod into the fire and your curiosity peaks “What are you doing?”

“I am going to brand you.” Your eyes widen at his blunt response, but your thighs instinctively press together as your cunt throbs, and he sees it in his peripheral vision, he smirks, feeling himself get even harder inside his pants.

“Everybody will know exactly who you belong to just by looking at you.” He begins to walk over, metal rod in hand, the shape on the end glowing with the sizzling metal.

“Turn around.” He orders and who are you to disobey your husband? You turn around on the bed, sitting on your knees, looking down at your hands clasped tightly together in your lap, waiting for the burn, for the pain. He places a hand on your shoulder, giving a comforting squeeze. “This won’t hurt too much, my love”

He leans in, placing soft kisses on the back of your neck before pressing the burning metal to the flesh of your back. You cry as you feel your skin begin to sizzle, he shushes you “I know beloved, just a bit more.” His voice is softer as he comforts you. You tremble, your skin burning as the metal shape steals the spot of your flesh. He kisses and nips the back of your neck and shoulders as he holds the brand to your flesh. You feel your flesh give way, molding to the shape, and you can only guess from feeling that it’s a dragon. But who knows? Your mind is blinded by the burning pain.

He pulls away the metal rod and from you. The comforting weight of his body, breath, and warmth disappear, leaving you to sob as your flesh stings in searing hot pain. You can distantly hear the metal being placed and some drawers open before his weight returns to you, his thighs encasing yours as he holds you from behind.

“Shhh… I know, Darling. You did so well for me.” He whispers, you can feel his erection pressing against your rear as he leans close to you, his arms drooping around your shoulders, kissing up and down the side of your neck. “So good.” He purrs before sinking his teeth into the nape of your neck, and you cry out sharply as his sharp teeth break through your skin, hands flying to claw at his forearm meekly. He growls at the sweet nectar of your blood on his tongue, his forked tongue lapping up every droplet of blood, his hands squeezing your hips as he grinds against your ass. “Do you know how pretty you are when you cry? When those big tears roll down your cheeks from those pretty eyes?”

He hums as his hands caress your hips before he presses his gloved fingers against your still-aching brand mark, smirking as you cry out, your voice cracking and breaking in pain. “So fucking pretty” He growls, his hand gripping your hips roughly as he presses his fingers against the mark, enjoying every single little whimper, whine, and cry of pain you let out. He pulls away, looking at the violent red brand mark and the sweet bubbles of blood on the wound from his teeth.

He grabs the cloth and alcohol that he had grabbed from the drawers, pouring some alcohol onto the cloth before pressing it to the brand mark, to keep it clean for now, you let out a tiny sob at the sting of the alcohol. “It’s ok, beloved.” he gives you a gentle kiss on the side of your neck, before he removes the cloth, flipping it over and putting alcohol on that side, before pressing it to the mark on the nape of your neck, and you whimper and flinch. He kisses your hair as he pulls the cloth away, hands going back to your hips, while he grinds against your ass again, making you whimper.

“You’ve done so good for me so far, but I am far from done with you.” He groans “On my lap.” He orders and you turn, slowly crawling onto his lap. Your hands are holding onto his shoulders as you look into his eyes. You sniffle and he smirks, his hands cupping your cheeks and using his thumbs to wipe your tears. He leans in to kiss your cheeks “So pretty” He whispers.

“How about you close your eyes for me, Sweetheart?” His thumb strokes your cheek, and your eyes flutter shut, “Good, so good for me.” His hands pull away from your face and a few seconds later you feel something start to enclose around your neck, velvety and thick, a soft ‘clip’ hits your ears as what you presume is a collar finally closes around your neck, snugly but not tight enough to cut off your lack of air. A small tug jerks your upper body forward.

“Open your eyes.” He says his previous ferality in his tone returning. Your eyes peek open softly, seeing the dark blue velvety leash wrapped around his hand. “How does that feel, pet? Good?” He tugs again, a little rougher this time, making sure the collar won’t hurt you. You can feel his hard-on straining in his pants against your bare cunt.

He smirks and tugs again “Grind down onto me, pet.” He orders, and who are you to disobey him?

Your hips press down, and the rough fabric of his pants against your clit makes you whimper, “Neuvill-” Your moan is interrupted as you cry out when his hand harshly slaps your thigh, leaving a red mark in its wake.

“No, no,” He tugs the leash hasher, making you fold, your hands resting on the bed beside his hips as you grind your aching cunt down onto his clothed erection. “What’s my name, pet?” He emphasizes your title in his question, making sure you know your place.

“Master” You whine, your hips speeding up as your stomach begins to burn with the build of your orgasm, fuck, were you really that close already?

“Good, very good” He coos, his voice thick with lust and pleasure as you grind against the bulge in his pants, leaning in, he buries his face into the crook of your neck, biting into your shoulder, ears soaking in every sound of your pleasure. “You gonna cum?” He hums into your skin as he takes in your scent. Your whimpers and moans seem never-ending as you grind against him, the neediness in your movements is a big give away and you would be ashamed in any other situation if his hand weren’t on your hip helping you.

“Cum on me” He whispers, taking another bite, softer this time, into the side of your neck, You feel your cunt clench, and your clit throb, so close, so so close.

“Master- Master, please-” You cry out as you cum, hips stuttering before you collapse onto him, gripping his coat, as your cunt trembles around nothing and your body shakes.

“There you go, such a good pet for Master huh?” He whispers relishing as you jolt with the aftershocks of pleasure. “Now everybody will know you belong to me…” The words are more to himself as his fingers ghost the bite marks he’s left on you. “Lean back.” The order is simple but shocks you to the core, you know what comes next.

Nonetheless, you lean back. Your hands grip his thighs to hold yourself. He peels off his gloves, never breaking eye contact as he tosses them in the direction of the foot of the bed, where both of your clothes lie, his hand gripping the leash trails down to let his fingers rub slow, precise circles on your clit, his hold tugging the leash, forcing your head down to watch as his fingers rub your hard, sensitive clit.

“Cum again, on my fingers this time.”

You pant and whimper out “But, I just came-”

“It was not a request.” He snaps, cutting you off, pinching your clit, making you jolt. “You will cum on my fingers.”

His fingers speed up and your body shakes in overstimulation, you whine as your eyes clench shut and you feel the pressure grow. “Like that pet, cum, you can do it. Cum.” He demands, his voice hushed to a whisper as his eyes bore at your closed ones. “It’s too much!” You feel every muscle in your body tense, your back arch, your breath grows shaky, and every pant comes with a tremble in your throat. Your eyes squint open, tears gathering at your lash line as you watch the muscles in his hand contract with every movement of his hand.

“Cum.” his hand gives your hip an encouraging grope as he feels your cunt clench.

You sob, your hips stutter and buck, before your back arches, pressing your body against his as your body spasms. “Shhh… Shhh, you’re ok, pet” He whispers, still rubbing circles on your clit as you orgasm, eyes rolling back into your head.

His continued ministrations make you squeal “M-Master, please!” you sob out, shaking and trembling. He pulls you into his chest, making your head rest on his shoulder as he adjusts his angle, slipping two of his fingers into you as his other hand takes place on your clit, rubbing your clit in tight circles while nimble fingers start to spread out your cunt, scissoring, and curling inside of you.

You feel like you’re about to explode, the corners of your vision start to blacken, you let out a choked noise, and he kisses the top of your head “C’mon, you can do it.” His tone is encouraging, despite him knowing full well the overwhelm he’s putting you through right now. “Please-” you go to plead, it feels good, but it's also too much “Do it, pet.” He orders, you practically feel your body tick with each jolt of pleasure, each thrust of his fingers hitting your G-spot, each rub on your clit. “I’ve got you, pet. Now, cum.”

Your hips buck wildly and you cry as your cunt spasms “Master! Master!” (New stuff from here down)

Your juices soak his hand and forearm as you squirt, eyes squeezing shut, body shaking, and tears streaming down your face. “There you go, pet, so good for me.” He praises, his fingers still inside you and his rubs on your clit slowly, working you through your orgasm. He places a kiss on your throat “You’re so good for me, so pretty when you cry and make a mess.’

He pulls his fingers away, letting you tremble as you come down from your high, kissing your forehead “I love you pet, so much.”

“I love you, too…” You say breathlessly, he grabs you by the hips, moving you so you lay down on the bed, under him “Are you ready, my love? This next part will get… intense." he whispers as he undoes his belt.

You nod softly, you’re overstimulated already but don’t want to disappoint and he can tell, he stops for a moment, his belt undone, and he cups your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks as his slit-pupil eyes look down at you. “My beloved, are you sure? If you are unsure about this I can stop.”

“No, I’m sure. I’m just overstimulated… I promise, I want this.” You respond softly, reassuring him, and he gives a soft smile, he moves his hands from your hips to your hands, intertwining your fingers together. “I’ll start gently, okay?” He whispers, kissing your cheek softly as he reassures you.

He untangles his fingers from yours, hands going back to his pants, undoing the button and zipper, and pulling his pants off, tossing them with the rest of both your clothes, leaving him only in his briefs, the large bulge in them nothing except intimidating. He can see the look in your eyes, the slight hesitation, he knew it was a struggle for you to take it every time you’ve both had sex.

“I’ll start gently… I know you’re overstimulated and it’s quite a stretch, but I will ensure it’s comfortable for you, okay?” He reassures you, thumbing at your thighs to comfort you. You nod and swallow when his hand pulls away from your thigh, trailing to his briefs to pull them down, you feel your breath catch in your throat, and your cunt throb, he gives you one last look, making sure you’re ok. He knows he won’t be able to stop once he’s started, when he’s buried in your warmth. 

He pulls down his briefs, and the tips of his cocks slap against his abdomen, there’s pearls of pre-cum resting on the slits, the tips are flushed deeply, and they twitch when the cold air of the room hits the leaky tips. You swallow and his hands go back to hold your thighs, he pulls you closer, pulling your head from the pillows so you lay flat against the bed, he lifts your legs, putting them over his shoulders. He smooths his hands down your legs, from your ankles to the back of your thighs, pressing them to your chest as he leans over you, trapping you there with his cocks resting on your lower tummy, his fingers ghosting from the back of your thighs, over your shoulders, before cupping your cheeks. He looks into your eyes, his thumbs stroking your cheeks.

He’s checking you, again, trying to find that hint of hesitation, of fear. He feels his heart skip a beat when he sees none of those. He sees the trust, the love in your eyes. He kisses the tip of your nose, before he takes his hands off your cheeks, embedding them in the bed next to your head.

He pulls his hips back, his tips rubbing against your clit as he positions himself, you whimper at the sensation, your hips subconsciously squirm to try and get more friction, he groans as he feels you rub against his cocks and finds himself grinding his hips into yours. His cocks rubbing through your slick cunt and bumping on your clit. He snarls and ruts his hips faster “You smell so good, so sweet- fuck- you feel so good-” His hands tangled in the sheets, grip tighter and you yelp when you feel the cold feel of his tail wrap around your waist. He growls as his tips catch on your entrance before slipping and bumping harshly on your clit, making you gasp. He huffs as he positions himself again, putting his force into pushing into you. His breath hitches as he feels your cunt give way to him, his flushed tips pressing into your warmth. He groans loudly as you whimper, his cocks sinking deeper into your sweet cunt.

He pants as he bottoms out inside you, claws gripping the sheets and threatening to rip them. “You feel so good my love…” he groans out again, his fang digging into his bottom lip, drawing blood. You pant as well, underneath him, your eyes threatening to roll back into your head just from him bottoming out. He chuckles, one of his hands releasing the sheets from his death grip and trailing down your body, pressing down on the bulge on your tummy. You moan shakily, the pressure making your walls tighten around him, ensuring you can feel every inch… every vein… every throb. 

“Are you sure about this… my love? Once I start, I will not stop till I am satisfied.” He says breathlessly, his purple eyes piercing your very soul. “I’m sure, I want this.” You reassure him, you wanted to tell him that if you really didn’t want this, you’re cunt wouldn’t be as soaked as it is but the words left your brain with his first shallow thrust, flushed tips poking at your cervix. You gasp, and he lets out a quiet groan. His pace is slow, and shallow, trying to make sure you're ok first before he lets himself go. You grow slightly frustrated with the ever so slow pace, reaching up and cupping his face “Please, Neuvillette, I’m ready.” You whisper, and his eyes meet yours once again before he growls quietly. “I’d grab onto the sheets then.” He whispers, and before you can question what exactly he means by that, his hips are pulled back, snapping forward just as fast, stretching your walls and pounding you mercilessly into the mattress with each thrust, the bedframe creaking with a protest at the rough and fast movements, the tips of his cocks for sure to be bruising your cervix, your sure tomorrow you won’t be able to walk, but right now that’s the last thing on your mind. His claws had already ripped through the sheets next to your head, your own hands digging into the sheets.

“You feel so fucking good- so fucking good for me.” He growls out, his eyes falling shut, and his eyebrows furrowing, baring his fangs as he bites your shoulder. You feel tears well once more in your eyes, clouding your vision. A bittersweet mixture of pleasure and pain. “Neuv-Neuvillette.” You barely manage to moan out in pain between your moans and cries. Your ankles dangling uselessly over his shoulders. You’re already close again. Your eyes squeeze shut and a sob tears through your throat as you cum, his hips never once faltering as he fucks you through your orgasm. He’s focused, so incredibly focused on the way your weeping cunt sucks him in despite the rest of your body’s protests, on the way his tips are pounding against your cervix with every thrust, where he’ll plant his seed, where you will bear him children.

His pace is unrelenting, his tail wrapped around your waist tightening its hold just a bit, he pulls his fangs from your neck, forked tongue lapping up the blood. He wraps his arms around you, forcing your back to arch as he hugs you, cocks feeling like they’re pounding into your sensitive cunt even deeper. You sob, your arms wrapping around his neck, nails clawing at his back, your bleary eyes seeing your ankles dangling over his shoulders and your ears ringing with the sound of skin slapping and the wet squelching of your poor pussy. “Neuvillette! Neuvillette!” You cry out.

“So good for me, so good.” He growls, his arms tightening around you. He’s starting to get close, he can feel his cocks throb inside your warm cunt. “I’m gonna cum, I want to cum inside you, please. I want to give you my eggs.” He practically whines, despite the fact he was growling just seconds ago. The thought of planting his eggs deep inside your womb, having your belly grow round and your body plump as they grow inside you, drives him crazy. Your thighs shake as you feel your upcoming orgasm. The thought of him laying his eggs in you is both exciting and terrifying. Will they fit? When they grow will you even be able to birth them?

Logic and worry go out the window as he angles his hips, the tips of his cocks pounding against your g-spot with every snap of his hips, you feel the pressure growing, and he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, his forked tongue caressing the bud as he suckles. His claws dig into your skin threatening to break your skin from his death grip, his arms wrapped around you not even allowing you to squirm away by as much as an inch.

“Neuvillette! Cumming! M’ cumming!” He pulls away from your nipple, leaving the bud sore, his hips moving faster “Cum. Cum for me.” He demands. You feel your orgasm crash into you like a freight train; your legs tremble as you squirt again. Your eyes roll back into your head as you soak his pelvis, your back arching even more in his hold, a wave of white crashing into you. He lets out a primal growl, his hips moving faster, pounding into you. His growls and groans and grunts grow, and his claws break your skin, droplets of blood spilling from the claw marks now adorning your sides. He grunts loudly, hips slamming in one last time before he stills, his cum pouring into you, deep into your womb. He pants, his cock pulsing and twitching with every spurt of cum into your depths, your walls milking him as your body trembles.

His hold doesn’t falter “Do you want it, love? Do you want my eggs?” He whispers down to you, your mind is foggy from overstimulation and the afterglow of your orgasms. He finally releases you, letting your body slump to lay down on your back again on the bed, caressing your cheeks as he helps you come back down to earth. “Yes.” you whisper out as your senses slowly return to you.

“Are you sure?” He asks ever so softly, making sure you are 100%. You nod, shaky hands reaching up to pull him gently down into a kiss. He kisses you with fervor, tender and soft. His hands cup your cheeks as you feel something moving up through one of his cocks, you gasp. He pushes himself deeper, his tips poking at your spongy cervix. He groans lowly, the sound soft as the weight leaves him, the egg planting itself in your womb. The egg is rather large and the weight is nearly crushing, it makes you whimper as you feel the foreign object and weight. He practically purrs into the kiss, another bump moving up the length of his cocks, before planting itself in your womb alongside its sibling.

“So good. Do-ing so good for me, love.” He grunts out breaking the kiss as another begins to travel, a thin string of saliva connecting your mouths still, “Last one, so good-” He mumbles, Groaning as the the final egg leaves him, snuggling in your crowded womb next to the others.

“So good for me, my love, so full of my clutch.” He rubs your stomach, which now has a tiny but noticeable bump to it. “Are you ok? How do you feel?”

“Heavy.” Is all you can manage to mumble out “No pain?” He asks softly. You shake your head. “Good. Good.” He kisses your forehead, still rubbing your tummy. You feel your eyes droop, the exhaustion from the overstimulation and intense sex taking its toll.

He kisses your forehead again “Sleep love, I’ll clean you up.” You hum in response, too tired to form words, your eyes shut and you sigh, sleeping overtaking your overworked mind, you can distantly feel the warm damp cloth cleaning bite marks and the mess between your legs, his voice is softly heard, not talking to you, no, to your tummy, a warm smile overtakes your face and the last thing you feel being his hand caressing your tummy and kissing it before the arms of sleep wrap around you and you sink into the mattress.

[starrybirdlilly]

──── see me, see me not

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. in which kinich takes his headwear off, and puts it on you (in a different way)

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. kinich x gn!afab!reader,!!NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. i have a feeling he would not gonna lie :pray:

"p- please.. kin- t'fast.." is all you could whimper out as kinich swallowed at the sight of your pretty body being used- slamming himself into your red, puffy hole from behind. each heavenly thrust only making you throw your head back in everlasting pleasure

both your breathy moans filled the space you both stayed in- kinich who just groans your name, the red bow-like marks made from his nails as he left a breathy gasp, almost like catching his breath still. his stares at how well your entrance took him drove him frantic.

"oh f-fffuck.." is all you could hear, kinich's headwear comfortably over your eyes— the beads of sweat on both your forehead's scent only brimming the room. feeling a pair of two fingers come to your mouth- "suck." a raspy voice emits from behind you.

kinich who overhears mualani stepping into the lobby outside the small room he unconveniently chose. "kinich! where are you?!" is heard visibly throughout the halls as he holds your hips close, pushing you up against the wall from your previous position of simply bending over and taking his cock :o

"quiet, baby." is all you hear, kinich who still won't take the blindfold off of your eyes, yet he just oh-so accidently grinds his cock against your g-spot. his fingers in your mouth, as you bite down on them a little as he tries to keep your volume to a minimum while still giving you as much pleasure as possible.

your heart raced as mualani reached for the knob of the door before someone from outside called her for help, making her leave effectively. kinich who loved the adrenaline of almost being caught, only letting the moans escape your glossy lips as he finally released his fingers from your mouth— "ahh— shit sweetheart, that's right.. ssshitt..." he groaned from behind.

the way you start to clench around him with his merciless thrust keeping its pace, oh he's gonna cum in you. whining as you feel him changing the position again, this time to his favorite- missionary.

wherein he secures your thighs around his waist, his strength keeping you up on the wall, you can hear each little squelch, every little plop. "yeeaahh.. that's right, pretty." hearing your wails of pleasure, leaning down to mark you around your collarbone as he kept up the violent strikes, watching the way you fumble your hands anywhere you could, not being able to see what he was doing, you're so pretty, he wished you could see that for yourself.

"uhuh? ffuck.. yeah you gonna come baby?" his teasing tone into the shell of your ear, feeling his warm breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine, your hips quavered at his actions, you were already starting to see stars.

the way he hit you so raw, you feel as if you'll be snapped in half soon, his tight grip on your waist, and securing your legs to attach his torso, if he doesn't slow down you might just crack! the insane amount of stamina you gain after working as a hunter for so long definitely is a ton. drilling his cock into you, feeling every inch inside of you, every vein come in and out.

he huffs "shit you feel.. s' good pretty.. so fffuckin' good.." —you can smell every detail on him, the floral smell he always has on that he promises isn't on purpose, mixed with the moist, and musky scent of your swear (& his).

kinich, with a long groan, "just one more, baby.. just one moreee.." who's been saying that for the past 3 hours, but who can blame him when he just can't get enough of you. cumming inside you for about the fifth time already! who wouldn't cum with the way you clench down onto his cock with your velvety entrance, or the way you'd scratch at his back (after finally finding where he was), claw marks that looks of a beast. who wouldn't cum, seeing how much your entrance was talking to him, luring him in, so wet and ready for him, you were practically made for him, and his cock.

how many times has he emptied himself into you? can't count. how many times have you come on his dick alone? can't count either. how many hours has it been? stop asking me questions!

watching the way your back arched as you moaned out his name, the way you legs shivered, the intense heavenly feeling of getting to cum with you was more passionate than anything he's done in the past. he hadn't even realized the way your juices squirted everywhere!

"huh.. that's the first time i've seen you do that."

...

"wanna do that again?"

kinich weapon alert !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (i have no resin sighh)

[starrybirdlilly]

ꨄ 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓

(after sleeping with him the night before)

cast: diluc, alhaitham, wriothesley, ajax x fem reader

warnings: fem reader, nudity, reader wears dilucs shirt in his part, reader also wears wriothesleys coat in his part + he throws you onto the bed, reader is shorter than ajax in his part, the tiniest bits of angst because they really like you, clingy men 🥺, nsfw but no actual smut

MINORS AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Diluc wakes, and the sheets pool at his waist as he suddenly sits up in bed. The way he drags his hand over his face while he blinks away the remnants of sleep as he takes in his surroundings has his heart dropping to this stomach.

Where have you gone?

The night before was a whirlwind of kisses and heated touches that turned into naked skin on naked skin and heavy strokes that brought out the most beautiful sound of you crying Dilucs name for him, and eventually the fire that consumed you both multiple times, turned into a flicker of warm embers as you fell asleep in his arms.

Only now as the dawn breaks, Diluc finds himself alone in his bedroom. Was he a fool? His heart proves time and time again to be his greatest foe, and perhaps his deep and doting feelings for you were not truly returned by yourself and now resulted in you leaving before he woke up as a means to lessen the blow of your rejection. Diluc swallows down a pang of heartbreak - it’d been a rather long time since he last felt this way in such a fresh sense. His jaw sets as his mind starts to fly through his interactions with you. Mostly good. Your smiles. Your laughter. The flutter of your lashes whenever he was close. Had he offended you somehow amongst all of these months of falling for you? Had you only been putting on an act only to spare his feelings? He thought he was a perceptive man, and celestia knows he spent endless amounts of time just…wanting to know you. He finds his hand coming up to settle over his heart, clutching at his chest when he sighs in resignation to another day without you by his side.

Diluc remains lost in his thoughts when the heavy wooden door of his bedroom clicks open, he swiftly pulls his blankets up higher on his body, though he’s known Adelinde his entire life, he still hard pressed to remain modest around the woman. Perhaps after a cup of coffee Diluc will get his bearings a little better.

Only it’s not his head maid who walks into his bedroom with her hands clasped - it’s you, tip - toeing into the room with a cup of coffee in each hand and only clad in…Diluc’s shirt. The material sweeps across your bare thighs, the thighs he was eagerly between the night before, your bare feet light on the wooden floor as you attempt to sneak in further. You suddenly meet his gaze and you bark out a soft, sheepish laugh while your body language relaxes a bit. You then smile sweetly when you approach closer, sitting by Diluc on the mattress and handing him a cup of coffee, the steam still rising from the ceramic rim.

“I hope you don’t mind me going to the kitchens! I just woke up a bit early and thought it might be nice to surprise you with a cup.” you say a little sheepishly, as if you were forbidden from exploring anywhere beyond Dilucs room after a passionate night with him.

“You’re here.” Diluc breathes, you look quite disheveled, but as beautiful as ever, especially being in his shirt that slips off your shoulder as you adjust yourself on the side of the bed next to him.

You blank a little, huffing a soft laugh into your coffee as you sip before you reach over to place it on the nightstand.

“Of course I am…um, is that okay?” your face suddenly drops in the slightest and Diluc can’t have that, no. Not after he just spent what felt like hours of agonizing if he had lost you. He swiftly places his cup on the nightstand next to yours, and in the next motion he’s leaning into you with an arm around your waist and pulling you fully onto the bed beneath him. You have no chance to say anything before Diluc presses his lips to yours. You taste like coffee and when you sigh as your leg hikes itself over his hip to keep him close, Diluc can’t help but smile against your mouth.

You giggle sweetly when he nuzzles his nose against your cheek and presses a kiss to your jaw as his large palm cradles under your thigh to pull your leg higher on his waist, to hold you closer as he presses you into the mattress with a wildfire of kisses that sets your pulse ablaze under your skin. Your hands tangling in his hair feels familiar, it feels like the start of how many mornings together will begin.

“Actually, I’d like you to stay longer if you’ll have me.” he murmurs against the warm skin of your neck, watching your lashes flutter. When you nod, grinning before he kisses you again while your bodies roll around together in the bed, Diluc finds his heart leaping in his chest at the knowledge that you do want him back, you do feel the same way as him. And that is all he needs in this moment.

Alhaitham’s brow furrows in his sleep, suddenly feeling a certain chill in his bed that he’s certain wasn’t the case a few hours ago. His eyes crack open, and he frowns at the dim light of the morning shining in through the window. But even moreso, his hand reaches out to an empty space in his bed, and his chest tightens.

Did you leave before he woke up?

He recalls your body under his palms, the way you writhed for him and arched under his every touch and roll of his hips, your nails raking down his back as he studied your every reaction. The stars outside only partially brilliant in comparison to the way you made him feel during those restless hours of intimacy until you were asleep on his chest.

Perhaps his intelligence was indeed limited. He lays in his bed, staring at the ceiling above him and wonders what happened. He had never, at least not truly, ever put his heart on the line in such a manner. You had felt….different. Not in an agonizing sense of something that had come to turn his life upside down, but as something he could reach with his fingertips and hold onto. Someone he could be at ease with and share a comfortable life with. He grimaces to himself, maybe he is a fool, letting his heart lead him and allowing his mind to follow suit, to follow you to the depths of wherever you would go. He would do it, however far, for you. He wasn’t familiar with this type of heartbreak. Although, he figured it could be a learning experience…once his chest stops aching.

His aqua eyes flutter shut once again, hoping that after a few more hours of sleep he’ll wake up feeling a bit more level headed. Much to his chagrin, it’s swiftly interrupted when he feels the mattress dip beside him. His eyes fly open to see you scooting into the sheets, wiggling your way to his side. You giggle and press yourself against him, Alhaitham barely flinches at the chill of your bare feet tangling with his legs.

“Good morning.” you whisper, beaming up at him, your hand comes up to cradle his jaw.

“Good….morning. Where were you?” Alhaitham muses quietly, turning to his side to face you with an arm winding around your waist. He can feel your bare skin under his touch. You’re still completely nude. He’s really trying not to release a breath of relief at you still being here, yet his eyes simmer with something full of adoration when he looks at you.

“The bathroom? Why, did you miss me?” you laugh with a raise of your eyebrow, eyes soft when Alhaitham presses his cheek into your palm. You nearly melt when he looks to you half lidded and his face moves closer until he smears a butterfly wing of a kiss to your lips.

“Something like that.” he affirms with another kiss, and he rolls over on top of you so that your body fits against his further while your mouths move in tandem with soft sighs and low moans as Alhaithams kisses grow more desperate and deep. His hand slips between your bodies and you whimper, making his skin prickle with goosebumps. He decides then to let go of his own head for a bit, his heart pounding at the way your eyes shine while you look at him, and he smiles at you warmly while pressing himself impossibly closer to you. He really is happy that you’re still here. He hopes that you’ll stay awhile longer.

Wriothesley groans as he stretches, his muscles shifting and rolling as he moves around in his bed. He rolls over to his side and his ice blue eyes flicker open with expectancy, only for a sudden chill to settle in his chest. He notices the sheets on the other side of the bed have been pulled back, a telltale sign of a body that had once been occupying that space beside him, is now empty.

You….left?

It was a lot last night, a flurry of tangled limbs and desperate, wanting touches, your body bared to him and his soul bared to yours. The way you were spread out for him again and again, your lips on his ear and crying his name. His own need for you manifesting in the most passionate of ways that left you both a tired and blissed out pile on his black sheets.

Wriothesley sits up in bed, the heels of his palms coming to rub the sleep from his eyes and he sighs, a low disappointed chuckle coming from his throat as he shakes his head. He should’ve known. He…why did he think that falling in love was a good idea? He clearly wasn’t the type of man who would be able to hold down an actual relationship, to be able to relish on your laughter or the way you play with his hair, to be able to say that something, that someone was his. You. His head hangs down as he turns his body to get out of bed, a shower and a few hours of practice at the pankration ring calling to him to get his mind off of this. He could never be angry at you, never, he was angry that he thought for a moment he was going to be happy.

He’s in the midst of feeling annoyingly sorry for himself when he hears the soft sound of someone clearing their throat. He turns on his heel, sheets falling from being tangled around his waist and leaving him bare as he spots you standing there in nothing but your underwear and his coat thrown over your shoulders, effectively swallowing your form. You’re holding a small tray of what looks like is a tea pot, two tea cups, and a small array of croissants and cheese. You look at him a bit startled, like you were caught doing something you shouldn’t have and Wriothesley stares at you as you shyly pad up to him to set the tray on the nightstand.

“Hey.” you breathe with a small smile, blinking up at him.

“Hi.” he says softly, it comes out much more….hopeful than he intended, like his words could reach out and pull you to him.

“I made breakfast for us with a few things I found around your quarters, I remembered you like two cubes of sugar -“ but before you can finish, a pair of burly arms are pulling you into a sturdy chest as Wriothesleys lip crash into yours. You gasp into his mouth when his coat falls from your shoulders and onto the floor, giving him an in to push his hands down under your ass to lift you into his arms. You moan at another kiss so sharp it pulls at your bottom lip, and in the next moment you’re squealing as he effortlessly tosses you onto the bed. Your head snaps to the tray of food on the nightstand a couple feet away and then back to the man who crawls over your body to smear kisses to your lips while his naked form meshes itself to you. You giggle when he descends to your neck and nips there, then breathing out a sigh as he rests his head against your shoulder. You tilt your head and run your nails through his scalp as he shudders over you.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were a little…upset by me not being in bed with you when you woke up? Am I your new favorite pillow?” you giggle with a kiss to his temple.

“If I said yes, would you stay?” Wriothesley looks up at you, and his eyes flash with something tender, something full of yearning, he cracks a small smile and you nod.

“I can stay as long as you want.” you murmur, letting him kiss you deeply again. He’ll hold off a little longer on telling you he wants you to stay forever, perhaps after breakfast.

when Ajax begins to stir from his sleep, he immediately throws his arm out to the side, intent on finding someone beside him beneath the blankets to pull closer during a chilly morning. But he’s met with…nothing. The endless of ocean of his gaze is hazy when they open to see his bed is not occupied by the other person who just was there mere hours ago.

You were gone.

His mind wanders to the way you were on top of him, the way you moved your hips as your head tipped back in ecstasy, it was one of many positions you were in with him. His stamina and your sheer need for him continued to urge you both to remain wrapped up in each other all night, until it seemed like the morning sun was going to greet you from how many times you let him bury himself in you.

He laughs bitterly when he stands up to gather his pants off the floor, pulling them up with a few fleeting thoughts of you. He really should move on from this as quickly as possible. But, once he pauses his movements his heart drops to his stomach. He fell for you, with an honest and open heart and a gentle hand that for once wasnt stained, it was soft on your face when you smiled and laughed and rolled your eyes as you said his name. You felt like a puzzle piece he didn’t realize he had been missing. He figures it’s for the best what with his line of work, you deserve better. Still, he had hoped somewhere within him that this could be the start of a new adventure.

He starts to make his way to the bathroom to hopefully get cleaned up and to head to his next assignment, what’s the point of staying another moment longer anyway - when his ears perk up suddenly at the sound of the shower being turned off. And within the next agonizing minute, the door opens and Ajax looks down at you all wet haired and wrapped in a fuzzy white towel, while steam from the bathroom rolls out around your bodies. You smile shyly at him as greeting.

“You’re…”

“All squeaky clean.” you finish with a light laugh, a few water droplets roll down your clavicle as you shift from one foot to the other. Ajax swallows at the sight. At the sudden relief that washes over him like a flood.

“Sorry if I woke you, just felt a little, um, sticky.” you laugh again bashfully as you try to walk your way around the tall redhead in front of you but an arm shoots out to grasp the doorframe and effectively pins you in your place.

“You’re still here.” Ajax grins, moving closer to you until your back is pressed against the doorframe under his hand and he hovers over you. You barely have time to respond before he’s leaning in for a kiss, and then another, and another that leaves your hands scrabbling to his bare chest as he presses closer. You laugh into his mouth when his kisses turn playful, dotting themselves across your face and down your dewy neck that’s still warm from your shower.

“Of course I’m still here. I wouldn’t dream of leaving.” you huff when his hands pull the towel from your body and he looks at you like perhaps you’re his goddess now. Ajax kisses you again as his heart warms at your soft moans and your fervent touches…and he determines that with you, he can maybe become whole again.

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[starrybirdlilly]

Veritas Ratio — Sleep

an: listened to love sick by laufey while writing this :3c also, i wrote this during my finals week while i was going thru #it but might as well post it yk

With the benefit of hindsight, maybe asking for Ratio's help the same day when you didn't have a wink of sleep might not have been the wisest decision.

But then again, you weren't quite sure if he would've agreed to help you out. Wasn't he, like, busy or something? But much to your surprise, not only did he readily agree, but he also expected you to "join him without delay."

And now, you can barely even register his words, entering one ear and exiting the other, your vision blurry, fatigue weighing heavily upon you as you struggled to stay awake.

Before you knew it, your chin had met your chest, the esteemed doctor's voice sounding farther and farther away as you eventually succumbed to sleep...

...

Veritas Ratio had long embraced the noble task of dispelling ignorance from the minds of his students. In his unwavering commitment to 'curing his patients' and as someone privileged enough to be knowledgable, he viewed it as his sacred duty to share his wealth of knowledge with those who sought it.

As such, the moment you approached him, requesting help with a subject that had proven challenging for you, he found it to be his responsibility to impart to you his wisdom...

...deliberately ignoring the way his heart may or may not have skipped a beat at the prospect of spending time with you.

Definitely not. It was his job as an instructor to help others. He's merely doing as he should.

"With all that being said—" Ratio finishes writing on the board, turning to look at you.

And with great disappointment, his words die down in his throat, replaced by a heavy sigh as his eyes settle on you. This sight was all too familiar to him, a scene he had witnessed far too often. Even when students attempted to conceal their drowsiness with a facade of attentiveness, he could always discern the truth. In your case, however, there isn't even an attempt at subtlety...

It's glaringly evident that you had fallen asleep.

He looks at his phone to check the time before he begins to approach you, his footsteps light and measured, swiping his codex from his desk. Standing before where you sat, he crouches down to get a look at your sleeping features, and his breath gets caught in his throat.

Ratio's gaze lingered on you, tracing the delicate curve of your cheeks, the line of your nose, and the softness of your lips seemingly paler than usual, he couldn't help but feel the heat rising in his cheeks, his heart humming a tune in his chest.

You always have been easy on the eyes, that much Ratio always knew. He had always noticed the captivating allure of your features, the unique symmetry—or lack thereof—of your features creating a striking combination that never failed to catch his attention. Your presence had always held a magnetic pull on him, drawing his gaze towards you effortlessly, stirring a subtle admiration within his analytical mind.

Once more, like clockwork, he feels his heart racing in his chest.

Despite his composed demeanor, such a familiar sensation had become a regular, always accompanying his interactions with you. At first, he had been in denial, unwilling to admit the truth to himself.

Feelings aren't something Veritas Ratio specializes in, his own emotions were a territory he seldom ventured into, preferring to view the world through the lens of reason rather than emotion. He was a man of logic, of reason, and this... affection... he once believed that such sentiments contradicted his principles. It's messy. It's complex. Unpredictable. Uncontrolled.

And yet, it is there.

It's real. Just as real as the stars in the sky, as constant and unchanging as the moon that hung in the night sky.

Admitting his feelings felt like stepping into a realm of uncertainty, like starting a thesis without a clear conclusion in sight. But the way you laughed, smiled, and spoke with such passion and conviction—stirred something within him that he couldn't quite define. It was as if the stars had aligned, casting a light on a truth he could no longer ignore.

With a small huff under his breath, he pushes himself to rise to his feet once more. With measured steps, he returned to his desk, settling into his seat, setting the alarm on his phone for an hour; he redirected his focus to his codex, immersing himself in study whilst he allowed you your moment of rest.

Rest is a crucial component of the learning process, just as significant as studying itself, and Ratio recognizes that. He acknowledges that forcing you to engage with his teachings while fatigued would be counterproductive, serving as a futile exercise that would benefit neither of you.

Unfortunately, the hour passes by swiftly, his phone vibrating on his lap as his eyes dart from the pages of his codex and towards your sleeping form, his hand reaching out to turn off the alarm he set, his codex being snapped shut in his hand.

He stood then, approaching your still sleeping form on your own desk. His hand holding his codex raises, landing firmly on your head, enough to wake you up and startle you but not enough to hurt.

"You have some nerve falling asleep on me after I graciously lent you my help." He spoke, his voice as leveled as usual.

He initially planned on continuing his lesson after letting you sleep for a while, but seeing the drowsy look in your gaze despite your surprise, the poorly hidden circles beneath your eyes, he decided against it.

"Go back home and rest." He declares, and he sees the way your eyes widened in panic, as if afraid you may have offended him and he'd no longer give you the help that you desperately need.

"And I'll see you tomorrow."

His strides were swift and long as he left the room, not waiting long enough to hear your response as he exited the classroom. Placing a hand on his chest above his rapidly beating heart, he could only let out a sigh.

He'll think about it some other day.

[starrybirdlilly]

Between Desires

Notes: This was supposed to be a fic about massaging Ratio. This fic is not about massaging Ratio. Steal for AI or anything else and I'll make sure your bathwater is forever infected with Legionella spp. Tags: Dr. Ratio x fem reader, irresponsible bath behaviour, mostly fluff, oral f receiving, established relationship, nsft end, 1.7k Minors DNI

"-came to the conclusion that while each perceivable object was, on a grander scale, made from incomprehensibly small pieces, all of them identical, order had been imposed on the system to-"

A little twitch and the following motions of the warm bathwater had Veritas diverting his attention from the pages down to where you rested between his legs. Only then did he notice the soft snores accompanying your breathing. To say the sound and sight of you so relaxed made his heart soar would be an understatement.

As long as you weren't swallowing bathwater again.

Although Veritas would've preferred for you to stay awake, somewhere down the line, he had become quite accustomed to your small interruptions. Huffs, chuckles, sighs, questions, corrections. Your curious mind was something to be treasured, some of your commentary insightful in ways that had Veritas questioning the value of all his titles and diplomas.

The foam had all but dissipated and your scented candles almost fully burned down, the intermingling fragrances heavy and comforting in the air. A trip past the artisan who made both would be due soon. He set the book down onto the small bench beside the tub, finding himself no longer in the right frame of mind to read.

Veritas had long since had to accept that between savoring how perfectly your curves slotted against him and enjoying a book by himself, the first would always come out on top. It was an entirely different matter when you were listening as well, of course.

If the old theories of a cosmic mind and the nature of all material had been true, then Veritas had no doubt he was made of the same as you, his being constantly drawn in by yours. Just as how both of his hands had unconsciously sought the softness of your stomach, thumbs tracing the wet skin with the reverence of an artist touching a masterpiece.

Not his masterpiece. No, you did not belong to anyone but yourself, and Veritas considered himself blessed to have you so close. Blessed in far more important ways than an Aeon's gaze could ever grant.

Vanilla invaded his senses after pressing a tender kiss to your wet hair, unfortunately, the taste of soap that followed had him tensing with effort to suppress a cough.

"Mmm… I'm listening…" Your words were a little slurred, your sleepy mind probably thinking he'd cleared his throat to get your attention.

A small smile tugged at his lips, arms fully encircling your waist to maneuver you properly onto his lap, "Of course, so what do you think?"

"What I think?" Veritas couldn't help but smile at the uncertainty in your sleepy voice. He guided your head back, carefully bringing a handful of water up to rinse the remaining soap from your wet strands. "I think someone is trying poke fun at me."

"Do you now?" Warmth bloomed in his chest at the sight of your hand reaching behind your head, the familiar playful tug of his hair making it impossible to keep from smiling into your hair, "by preemptively assuming the intentions of others, we become less inclined to recognize non-verbal cues, subsequently hindering genuine interactions."

Barely had Veritas processed your unimpressed hum before a splash of lukewarm water doused him. "And childish attempts at deception are rewarded with equally immature retaliations, plaster-head."

After wiping his eyes, Veritas could no longer resist the urge to curl around you, letting his lips trail gently along the curvature of your shoulder and licking up a few droplets of water. Only when your breath came out shaky did he pull away, taking a moment to appreciate how perfectly his palms cupped your chest.

There were numerous reasons to despise how easily blood pooled in his lower half, the simple pressure of your thighs enough to have his skin burning and mind buzzing. Countless unfortunate situations had arisen and been narrowly avoided due to how easily you affected him. A fleeting kiss, a teasing whisper, a light brush of hands. All of which had caused him to throb with desire in the past, just as he did now, burying his head back into the crook of your neck.

But no inconvenience mattered in the face of your content hums, not even the knowledge that continuing to rut against your thighs while submerged in water would leave his skin irritated for at least a day. Under normal circumstances, Veritas would be the one holding his desires back until both your comfort was guaranteed, even as need seared every nerve in his body.

Which was exactly why feeling you pull away had his eyes widening. Water sloshed against the sides as you stood, leaving Veritas to frown despite the tantalizing view of shadows dancing across your backside as you stretched. "Better get out before I fall properly asleep, or you turn into a raisin, whichever comes first."

A raisin. He huffed in (mostly) faux indignation, running pruney fingers through his hair before hoisting himself up as well, "Some would argue the heavy snoring earlier was indicative of already being 'properly asleep' as you say," he carefully stepped onto the fuzzy bathmat - acquired to combat your complaints about cold feet despite being a breeding ground for microorganisms - reaching for a pair of towels and pressing one into your outstretched arms.

He went rigid with anticipation at the light press of your body against his back, mind readily abandoning the jars lined up on the counter and letting the years of practiced movements take over. If there had been awards given out for restraint alone, Veritas deserved it for getting through the deep breaths it took to have his half hard member not jump at the first sign of attention. "Hurry," your breath danced along his skin, "or I truly will be asleep before you can join me."

Had he been a simpler creature, Veritas would not have hesitated to abandon rime and reason to follow at your heel. The vision reflected in the mirror was not one of myth, not an elven girl dancing and laughing in a marsh, shrouded by mist just waiting for someone to ensnare in their madness. Your back was turned, no gaping hollow anywhere to be seen.

Still, based on ability alone, the accusation wasn't entirely without merit - you had at least captured and ensnared him without any trouble. Three of four applied, cleanse, toner, serum, moisturizer. The eye cream wouldn't be necessary today. Hadn't been for a few weeks.

Veritas couldn't help but snort quietly to himself at the sight meeting his eye upon stepping out from the bathroom. Fae creature his foot. There was nothing graceful or even remotely elegant about your current predicament. Face down on the bed and spread out like a sea star. And somehow, it was all the more appealing to him. What need was there to drape your body in silks and jewels when nothing could be as beautiful as the story told by every mark life had left.

If sayings were to be taken literally, Veritas' heart would have collapsed in on itself long ago with how tightly it squeezed. Knowing exactly what was needed to resuscitate him, little time was wasted lingering further. Observation constitutes a sound first step in most investigations, but Veritas had already taken six with determination to cross the room, knees swiftly making contact and sinking into the mattress.

"So slow…." You whined, the sound regrettably going directly to Veritas' groin.

He couldn't help but smile at the string of content sighs that followed his lips' featherlight path along the back of your thigh. So delicate beneath him, Veritas kissed the raised lines adorning your legs, the ones that always had you fretting, before moving further up the bed. It was all he could do to not immediately cage you in as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, "Memento vivere."

Despite your proclaimed exhaustion, your hips raised with both speed and precision, drawing a soft gasp from Veritas' lips at the teasing press. "Mm, yes well.. To the late are left the bones.."

Oh Aeons above, your sleepy voice was driving him mad.

As soon as his hands had found their home on your hips, it was impossible not to give a tentative thrust forward, just enough to have him shuddering at your inviting heat. It treaded the narrow path of his desire, not the scalding heat of coffee nor the faint whisp from a candle. Before you had time to complain, for he knew you would at his withdrawal, Veritas had moved to kneel behind you, inhaling the heady scent of your arousal.

No matter the choice of fragrance you chose to rub into your skin, honey, almond, roses, berries, vanilla, you'd gone through a plethora of variants over the years, nothing could rival what met him upon gingerly parting your slick folds. One arm had already wrapped securely around your thighs, knowing how you always squirmed at first.

Veritas couldn't help but groan at the first languid pass of his tongue, gathering up your essence to taste. It always stroked his ego how you shivered, even more so when your hole clenched to eagerly ask for more. So much practice and observation had gone into knowing precisely the pressure and angle at which to nose your clit to keep those exquisite sounds from pouring forth.

Clearly, your exhaustion had been quite honest, not even bothering to put up a display of embarrassment as you usually did.

Instead, he felt an amused grin tug at his lips when your hips rocked back to chase the tip of his tongue. The only thing to lament as Veritas continued to work you open on his tongue was how the position wouldn't allow for observing your expressions.

"Veri-," your whine barely pierced his concentration, fingers moving to properly grasp your thighs, peeling back one work of art to better perceive another. "…more"

Usually, a 'please' should have found its way into your request (which would at this time have been denied regardless, for Veritas was far from satiated) but the picturesque arch of your body had him keen on heeding your desires. Just for today.

"Mm," his fingers tightened their grip, his heart fluttering at the contentment hanging in the air, "patience, remember?"

[starrybirdlilly]

Soft and Possessive Zhongli

Pairing: Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, fear of the passage of time, hurt/comfort, soft possessiveness, mention of Zhongli's real identity, touch-starved Zhongli, affection-starved Zhongli

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A/N: He's a dragon and they are famously possessive. But in his case it's cute, because he's cute.

He’d been a bit odd all day. You didn’t know why your husband was behaving this way, it wasn’t an anniversary, or any other special event in their relationship that should make him this nervous. “You seem out of sorts today. What’s bothering you?”

Zhongli’s ears adopted a light pink hue as he gulped and cupped your cheeks. He always held you like that. He always held you like you were the most precious treasure in the world. To him you were the one thing he will always cherish and protect until the end of your days and far beyond.

“I never thought I would feel this way… that I would find someone like you.” He whispered as much to you as he did to himself. His gloved hands caressed your cheeks lovingly, his thumbs brushing lower and parting your lips. “You make me so happy, my darling. Let me cherish you, worship you.” He was the God in this relationship, yet he saw it fit to bend to his girlfriend's every whim.

“You’re such a romantic at times, you know that?” You leaned in and pressed a slow kiss against his lips. Zhongli sighed against them, his hands intensifying the grip. “I’m not going anywhere. You know that. I’ll be here until you get sick of me.” You assured him over and over again. The passage of time was the only real thing he was scared of.

He closed the distance between your bodies, his arms falling against the small of your back and pulling her close. He cherished this closeness, any closeness really. For as powerful and proud he was as Rex Lapis he was also insanely touch-starved and starved for affection. Affection that wasn’t empty words, empty worship in hopes of getting money and riches.

“I’ve had many treasures in my life. You are the most precious. If I could somehow preserve you forever I would.” He whispered before kissing your forehead and inhaling the scent.

“That would sound so creepy if I didn’t know you better.” You looked up at him, grinning.

“But you know me the best. So it’s romantic. Right?” Zhongli grinned back. You chuckled and brushed his hair off his face, silently admiring how soft and silky it felt under your fingers.

“Very romantic. My possessive dragon.” Your lips met in a second kiss, a gentle overlap of lips, devotion and promises.

[starrybirdlilly]

❛ A TRIAL OF INTIMACY AND ROMANCE ❜ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

౿ it wasn’t unlike your boyfriend alhaitham and his roommate kaveh to get into playful spats, you just didn’t think that one day you would end up at the centre of one… in the best way possible.

alhaitham x fem reader x kaveh. threesome though it’s mostly alhaitham letting kaveh touch you. fem oral receiving. alhaitham cums his pants. alot of haikaveh bickering. teasing. you are alhaitham’s gf. a small smidge of possessiveness. pussyjob (and an accidental tip slip). groping and touches.

word count. 7.8k words. ₊ 𓂃 return to masterlist.

You like to think you have a good relationship with your boyfriend's roommate, Kaveh.

It was an almost instantaneous sort of connection when Alhaitham had first introduced you both and despite what the Scribe may claim (playfully for the most part) – you dont think his roommate is a particularly hard person to get along with at all. Infact you might even say he was quite the opposite.

Kaveh has always been kind to you, keeping you company if Alhaitham was busy with work or even just listening to your troubles, and you’re glad that you both ended up building such a strong friendship considering how much time you wind up spending over at your boyfriend’s house.

Well, that and as much as Alhaitham would never admit it, you do believe that he wants Kaveh to like you, because despite how often the both of them may bicker and fight – you think there was a reciprocated sort of respect between them both. They were best friends after all – it's normal to want your bestfriend to get along with your girlfriend.

And thankfully, to your boyfriend’s pleasure, both of your personalities seemed to slot together quite easily. Sure, Kaveh was the opposite of Alhaitham in many ways – he was a little more emotional, dramatic and outspoken but he was also kind-hearted and gentle. You’d shared breakfasts together, dinners or drinks at the Tavern and despite the way the blonde never could hold his alcohol – he always seemed to get a little sappier whenever he ended up a little tipsy around you.

He’d always gush about how grateful he was that you came into not only his, but Alhaitham’s life – claiming that you helped to loosen and soften him up a bit, though both of you know that the Scribe would never admit that himself. You can still remember the look he was giving you both as you whispered giddily beside him at the table, Kaveh even loudly joked that if you ever needed an ear to talk about how annoying Alhaitham was, he'd gladly lend his.

A statement that had earned him not only a scoff from your boyfriend, but also a laugh from you.

And to your surprise, that very same Scribe even lasted until the end of the night before opting to see you both home– (like you weren't all going to the same place anyway).

But because of these moments, the rest of your friendship continued as such, you were comfortable around each other and that was the most important part. It was something you cherished quite deeply to yourself actually, and you were glad to have built such a relationship with someone who was so close to Alhaitham.

But that’s exactly why you worry about Kaveh, especially as you look at him now. You’d arrived at their house this morning – having made plans at the beginning of the week to spend the night with your boyfriend, ultimately deciding on a low-key sort of date night when he was relieved from his duties as Scribe.

You hadn’t dressed up too much, opting for a simple, plain dress given the humidity that often settled in Sumeru around this time of day and your want to be cute but still comfortable enough to rest in Alhaitham’s house for the night. Actually, you hadn’t even expected your boyfriend’s roommate to be home at all, assuming he’d be out in the desert on a job that he’s been dealing with the last few days.

But it seems that job hasn’t even gotten that far yet.

There's an endless amount of blueprints spread out across the coffee table in Alhaitham's living room and you can tell by the tired look on Kaveh's features that he's probably been staring at them for a while. He often got like this, overworking himself to death on projects and stretching himself quite thin just so he can earn himself a smile from a client.

And as much as you loved that part of him, the selfless and adorable part, you can't help but find yourself worrying. Even just looking at him now makes you bury yourself into Alhaitham's chest a little more from where you’re resting next to him on the couch. His arm is resting quite snugly around your waist and he seems to pick up on the inner workings of your brain quite quickly as he lets his gaze drop to you.

You share a look before he’s looking back at his roommate to ask.

"And just when was the last time you had a break, might I ask?" Your boyfriend speaks flatly, although you can hear the way the question is laced with subtle concern.

"Ugh, I don't know, a few hours ago, maybe. I— I don't have time for this, Alhaitham. I still have designs to finish. Why do you ask?" Kaveh’s voice strains, most likely from a mixture of fatigue and not having used it in a while. His fuse was shorter than usual when he got like this– so it was quite easy for Alhaitham to rile him up, though judging by his expression, that is probably the last thing he needs right now.

But then you feel your boyfriend shrug, and you can almost predict what’s coming. "No reason, we were just hoping to spend some time together is all and you seem to be taking up most of the living room."

It’s not that Alhaitham did it deliberately— his manner of speech was just more matter-a-fact, he always preferred to speak factually and didn’t particularly like to lace his words with rhetoric just to make someone feel better. And as it stands now, Kaveh is in the middle of what is supposed to be your date night. So why wouldn’t he say that?

Maybe that’s exactly what makes something in his roommate’s exterior crack. The blonde scoffs, “Do you really need to rub it in, Alhaitham? Can't you at least show a little respect for your senior? I’d kill to be able to enjoy a day off from my work but some of us don’t just organise files for a living.” He’s looking at you both now from where you rest at the other side of the room, and despite the blonde’s frustration, Alhaitham remains quite unbothered.

“Jealous are we now, Kaveh? You get wound up by some things so easily.” He teases, amusement evident in the way his lips seem to curl around his words and you feel his arm squeeze around your waist a little tighter. “I do wonder where all of that frustration comes from. Pent up perhaps?”

Another scoff from across the room, and you feel like you can’t turn your head fast enough to keep up, “Oh please, you wouldn’t know the first thing about anything like that. Haven't you only had one relationship, you... you don’t understand anything!" Kaveh runs his hands through his hair and you can’t help but send him a sympathetic look when he looks at you, although only for a moment as Alhaitham’s readies his quip.

“Oh, are you claiming that you have much more experience, Kaveh? Or would you prefer I started rhyming the facts?” You feel your boyfriend push himself up a little straighter on the couch as he remains holding you, "Like how long it’s been since the last time you had a date to accompany you to the Tavern, or anywhere for that matter."

"What's your deal? I don't have any trouble getting dates, Uh... I've just been busy trying to catch up on my work. I'd be much more suited to being a boyfriend than you anyway, I'm much more experienced."

"Oh really?" There’s a breath of silence when Alhaitham responds this time, like Kaveh’s mind is only just catching up to what his mouth is spouting, though it’s not fast enough for it to stop him as he flippantly twists his wrist in the air. As if shrugging off Alhaitham’s disbelieving tone.

"Absolutely. I can only pity a man that doesn't understand the first thing about intimacy and romance." He responds quite confidently this time, as if he’s completely sure about what he’s saying. But you can feel the response Alhaitham’s body has to his words before he voices it himself. It’s like there’s something akin to amusement, or curiosity in his sudden body language.

But not even as subtle of a hint could prepare you for what he actually says.

"If that's the case then, go right ahead. If you're so confident in your abilities, feel free to demonstrate." Alhaitham outstretches his hand around you as if giving Kaveh the floor, and that earns him a raised brow from the blonde across the room— followed by a confused look from you aswell. Though you allow his roommate to voice that for you both,

"Hmph, what's that supposed to mean?" Kaveh asks, but you both share a look that lasts too long for it not to be deliberate before Alhaitham can answer.

"Well, you both get along quite well, don't you? If you think you're much better suited for my position, we can prove that right now." Despite the implication of his words, Alhaitham seems to look as unbothered by this conversation as always. Which in turn only leaves the both of you, gaping and glancing between him and each other before you turn your whole body around to face your boyfriend. You almost manage a What? But then Kaveh cuts you off—

"T-this isn't funny, Alhaitham. I'm not in the mood for your pranks." Though if you were to turn back around you’d notice the way he seems to have taken a more flushed sort of shade. He buries his head in his hands as if in an attempt to hide that, but that’s an impossible feat when it comes to Alhaitham.

Who turns his gaze back to you despite the way he responds to Kaveh, "Going through all of this trouble for a prank sounds like a real headache." His words are followed by his hand coming up to softly graze along your cheek, and you would think he just answered all of your questions with a single movement with the way you lean into it. But then he speaks again, smiling subtly "I'd even argue that she seems quite eager to help you relax a bit, and judging by the look on your face, you don't seem opposed to that idea either.”

You find yourself feeling incredibly flustered for a moment as you whip your head back around to look at Kaveh again, noticing the way he immediately looks away as soon as your eyes meet. You can’t say you’ve never thought about him in that sort of light— you’d be a fool to try and deny that he wasn’t gorgeous. Tanned skin, blonde hair— his eyes were like rubies almost, his body lean and well cut.

Looking at him now makes you suck your lower lip between your teeth and you can feel the way your boyfriend’s watching you as you fidget slightly to rub your thighs together, as if to quell the sudden heat that you can feel growing between them. But you feel his hand come to rest on your waist a moment later and he finally urges you to chime into the conversation with a “Well?”

It’s not like Alhaitham’s insecure in your relationship either, he’s more than confident in the pleasure he’s able to pull from you and the amount of times he’s had you spread out beneath him account for that. But still, he’ll only go as far as you’re comfortable with— so if you decide against it, he’ll gladly kick his roommate out of his home so that he can see to whatever needs you have himself.

And that reassurance alone makes you smile as you look up at him.

"I don't mind, Kaveh. If... if something like that will make you feel better then." You look back towards Kaveh next, who’s already looking at you and you don’t know if he’s gawking or half expecting you both to start laughing. Maybe both at once as his eyes widen at you now, "I don't mind you using me for it. We're friends, right?"

Right— Friends.

Kaveh swallows, and then he quickly pushes himself to stand and for the first time since you’ve met— you feel like you can’t meet his gaze as he takes his first careful step closer to you. It was quite unlike him to be so quiet, and maybe that’s what makes it all worse. You’re still resting quite comfily in Alhaitham’s lap, and even if you were to try to move— you’re not sure he’d let you with how tight his arm seems to be resting around your waist.

So you wait there, until the architect’s soft footsteps bring him to stand opposite the both of you and Alhaitham helps you this time as you turn around to face him— until you’re resting your back up against your boyfriend's chest and feel him spread his thighs to make room for you between them.

There’s another beat of silence before he finally speaks again,

"Did he put you up to this?" Kaveh takes an uneven breath as he asks, motioning to Alhaitham behind you and despite the way he tries to laugh with his question, the undercurrent of nervousness seems to make it come out as more of a sigh.

You shake your head, remaining quiet despite the way your arousal is making you warm and the blonde’s sudden close proximity isn’t doing anything to help that either. Your thoughts have taken the potential scenario and already begun running with it, and you’re sure your boyfriend is already beginning to pick up on your growing impatience when he squeezes his arm around you.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you, Alhaitham? Just how close are you going to let me get before you make fun of me?" Kaveh asks again as his pretty features pull into another frown, but he still doesn’t seem to put any distance between you both.

Alhaitham picks up on that too as he responds to his taunt quite neutrally, "I don't know what you mean, I'm not stopping you. After all, weren't you the one who said you were better suited for my position?"

The silence settles over the three of you again with Alhaitham’s question and you watch the way Kaveh seems to drop his gaze to think, as if he’s going over the proposal in his mind a million times before coming to a decision. But then his gaze lifts to look at you,

"Hmph, I didn't mean it like this." He mumbles, but then he takes a deep breath and his shoulders seem to relax a bit. "Whatever."

Kaveh takes another half a step closer, as his eyes hold you there — and the pretty colour of them makes you rock back into Alhaitham despite the way it makes something in your stomach stir. His voice drops to something softer, gentle when he addresses you, as it always does. "Are you, um... okay with this? You don't have to do this just because Alhaitham said so."

His question makes you smile as you blink back at him, allowing yourself the moment to admire the intricacies of his features while he's leaning in to look at you closely. Kaveh has always been gorgeous, kind but even now — you can’t help but appreciate the sort of person he really was, and you’re glad that someone like him is who Alhaitham chooses to surround himself with.

You offer him a reassuring nod as you let yourself rock back against your boyfriend's chest a little more, "I'm okay with it."

“Fine then.” And with that, Kaveh eventually relents before he’s letting his figure fall to his knees, bringing himself to be just below level with you, and you feel the way the movement makes your boyfriend exhale a breath along your shoulder. It makes you shudder as you find yourself almost instinctively spreading your thighs to make room for him, and it’s hard for the architect to not let his eyes immediately drop to the skin that’s between them when you reach forward to bunch up your dress.

“Ready?” Alhaitham asks you, as if he’s giving you another opportunity to back out when his palm comes to rest on the inside of your thigh from behind. His fingers tap as you take a breath, and his roommate opposite you stills until you’re able to stutter out a response.

“Yes, I’m ready.” You answer, and your boyfriend’s hand pulls at your inner thigh in that same moment, until you’re spread out on his lap and positioning your thighs to rest over the top of his. You feel immediately exposed as you feel the cool air roll over your too warm skin— it’s like you’re being served up on a grand table like a meal, and there’s something in Kaveh’s gaze that seems to feel the same way as you watch the tips of his ears begin to flush.

But still, he’s looking at you like he’s a man who's been starved for years and he’s about to have his first, real taste of good food again.

There’s a moment of silence between the three of you as Alhaitham holds you close, but it’s only for a moment before Kaveh’s palm comes to rest on the opposite thigh to push — helping to hold you open. You feel yourself begin to burn at the way it makes your arousal spark beneath your skin, and you’re feeling particularly flustered already as you watch the way the architect admires the damp spot in your panties.

Kaveh takes another breath, and then he shuffles himself closer from where he’s resting on his knees. “If you’re sure about this. Well…” There’s still a hesitance to his words, but it seems to break off into something quieter, needier when his fingers squeeze into your skin. “Friends, right?”

You stiffen as you watch your boyfriend’s roommate lean forward, but you soften almost immediately when you feel him press a quick kiss against your clothed pussy, exhaling against the warm press of the intimate skin like it’s the first breath he’s taken in days.

But the sound that leaves you is almost humiliating when he pushes even deeper into you next, letting his tongue tease along the damp fabric of your underwear and pressing into the swollen bump of your clit, all while Alhaitham holds you in place for him on his lap. Your thighs and hips quake, as do your lungs when you try to manage a staggered inhale— but you feel like you can barely breathe beneath Kaveh’s movements, feeling the way he’s drinking you up, tongue rolling and curling through your folds so expertly you wouldn't believe there was still a layer between you both.

You’d never imagined Kaveh would feel like this, not that it was something you imagined often — but it still came as quite a surprise. It’s true you’d never seen him date much at all, nevermind heard him even mention prior intimate experiences— but with the way he’s working you right now, you can barely believe he’s even single at all.

You're jolted from your thoughts by a particularly wet smear of Kaveh’s mouth against you until you feel yourself trembling, and Alhaitham knows you��re already close as he curls himself around you from behind. The movement lets you feel the heavy press of his half-hard cock against your lower back, closely followed by the smear of his lips along the shell of your ear. “Any thoughts? Seems like you’re getting quite worked up.” He sighs, deliberately along the sensitive parts of you.

Your boyfriend’s words take on a familiar, teasing drawl— it’s one he’s used on you before, normally when he’s got you buried beneath him on the mattress or just about creaming around the press of three of his fingers, but the tone makes you swallow as you try to turn your head to look at him.

Though the call is quickly cut off by Kaveh’s voice as he mutters up at you both from between your thighs, “Oh, would you butt out, Alhaitham.” The sound quivers through your pussy, like a pleasurable vibration that makes your head drop back to moan and your body jolt as you meet the blonde’s gaze for a moment. He’s flushed to his chest and his hair is mused from his efforts, but you think he looks like something out of a wet dream when the lower half of his face and cheeks are already slick with his own spit and your arousal.

You wonder if he notices the way it makes you even wetter,

“And why would I do that?” Alhaitham cuts off your eye contact with his response, and he deliberately rocks himself into you— pushing more of his roommate’s mouth even deeper between your thighs until you both moan. Though it’s closely followed by the press of Kaveh’s fingertips hooking beneath the fabric of your underwear, before he begins to finally provide you with some relief and pull them to the side.

Your arousal makes you glisten, clinging to the soaked fabric as it's pulled out of his way and it’s quite clear to see the almost proud look on Kaveh’s features as he admires it, then looks up at your boyfriend a moment later.

“See!? I told you.” He almost glows from where he’s still kneeling between your spread thighs, “Take a good look, Alhaitham.” And if you weren’t in such a state you think you’d end up giggling— if not at the blonde’s amusement then definitely at Alhaitham’s deliberate silence in response to it. But your boyfriend doesn’t seem bothered by it at all, in fact he just opts to leave the spread of your thighs to his roommate as he frees up both of his hands instead.

“You seem more surprised than I am.” He eventually opts to say with a hint of sarcasm, well-timed with the way Kaveh’s tongue finally presses back against the now exposed skin of your folds, cutting through the glistening petals as he suckles and smacks at the mess. And you can’t help but arch back into Alhaitham at the movement, an opportunity which he seizes quite eagerly to grab and palm at your breasts as he takes one into his hand slowly. His movements are precise, twisting and flicking at the raised skin of your nipples through your dress until you’re whimpering so greedily for something more.

Lucky for him, you hadn’t opted for a bra today. After all— you were just having a date indoors.

“Better?” Alhaitham breathes against your jawline as he touches you, and you feel the way his teasing question makes Kaveh grumble between your folds, like he’s claiming you needed his touch to feel such pleasure.

But before the blonde can even pipe up and complain about it, your boyfriend’s free hand reaches forward to wrap itself in his roommate’s already tousled hair, and he uses it as leverage to bury him even deeper into your pussy. He turns his attention to him for a moment as he sends him a narrowed look and a whisper of a smirk, and you think the expression on Kaveh’s face as he blinks up at you both makes you begin to throb, “You seem to be putting that mouth to much better use now than you were a moment ago, Kaveh.”

You can feel yourself growing closer, and that alone urges you to turn to meet Alhaitham as you find your hands grabbing to scratch at his muscled forearm. It’s a movement he goes unaffected by, long fingers seemingly unphased by your hands as they clasp gently around one of your nipples before he pulls, and the spark of your orgasm is so close you feel lightheaded. At the same time, Kaveh is going between circling his tongue around your clit and pressing it in and out of your cunt, groaning at the way he can feel your walls squeeze and tremble around the muscle, but also at the way your body squelches as he slurps at the slick his movements seem to press out.

He’s so close up against you, he can barely breathe as Alhaitham holds him there— but he still can’t help but only want to press even deeper as he drinks in your reactions, swallowing loudly as he feels his own cock begin to leak precum against his clothes.

Your lips part to moan, but it’s covered up quite quickly by the sudden press of Alhaitham’s lips against yours, urging you to murmur out his name as he kisses you, messy and driven by the way Kaveh’s mouth is wrapped around you all while he watches. The realisation of all of it makes you feel terribly overwhelmed, and you can feel your boyfriend press more of his clothed cock against your lower back as he licks into your mouth.

“I’m gonna cum.” You try to manage against the heat of the kiss and the movement of Kaveh’s mouth against your cunt, shaking into your boyfriend’s chest before he opts to pull away to admire you. Your chest is rising and falling with every shaky breath you’re struggling to take, and it’s all made so much worse when you feel Kaveh close his mouth around your clit to suckle.

Though it’s only for one, too short moment— seconds from your orgasm, before the hand in his blonde hair is tightening just enough to urge him off of you with a wet pop.

“Anddd, I think we’ve seen more than enough now.” Alhaitham hums from where he rests behind you and it’s almost immediately that you watch Kaveh’s blown features pull into a pretty, flushed frown. The expression he’s wearing makes you whimper a bit, kicking out your feet at the loss of not only your orgasm, but the warmth of his mouth as you feel your boyfriend’s arm snake it’s way back around your waist.

“Are you kidding me, Alhaitham?” Kaveh grumbles exasperatedly, “You’re just being selfish.” It’s quite obvious that he was enjoying himself as much as you seemed to be. But maybe that's the exact reason that Alhaitham’s taking great satisfaction in teasing him like this,

“How am I to blame for your shortcomings, might I ask, Kaveh?” He taunts the blonde before you, who’s furiously trying to readjust his shirt from where it’s tousled over his chest slightly — revealing more of the tanned, smooth muscle as you shamelessly let your eyes trace the valleys of his skin. “Afterall, I gave you more than an ample amount of time to get the job done.”

Alhaitham’s words are again matter-a-fact, but they mostly come from a place of knowing (given the right technique) how quickly he could make you cum himself. Yet here you are, still wound up and needy, and he think’s that's more of a fault on Kaveh’s part that anyone else's. So he waves his hand at his roommate again as the blonde gives him another sharp look from his knees, “Yet you still came up short. Seems I'm not the one to blame after all.”

And maybe it’s his own arousal that makes him barely able to argue back as he only stutters out a strained, “You—“

But then your voice calls suddenly, and the silence that falls over the two men on opposite sides of you almost makes you shake. “Haitham?”

"Yes?" Alhaitham answers to you intently as he turns his head towards you again, meeting your gaze from over your shoulder as you watch the way his features seem to almost immediately soften. It makes you shimmy yourself a little closer before you’re bringing up one of your hands to cover your mouth and whispering something ineligible from where Kaveh is kneeling, like you’re leaving him out of a secret exchange.

It makes him grumble to himself as he watches you both, and if he wasn’t so painfully hard and sweating profusely in his clothes right now, he’d leave you both to it. But for some reason, he can’t find it in himself to look away from you either.

It’s like he can see why your boyfriend dotes over you so much.

Kaveh watches the way Alhaitham listens carefully to whatever you’re whispering to him, smoothing his fingers along your skin from where they rest against your body while you speak, and holding you close in a way that almost makes something beneath his own skin sting. Another moment, and you pull away again to share a look but with the next, Alhaitham kisses you.

It’s a different sort of kiss to the one’s he’s seen you both share before; it’s messier, deeper — possessive in a way, like Alhaitham’s staking his claim over you and it seems almost uncharacteristic of his usual lax attitude. But Kaveh watches the way you curl into the warmth of his roommate’s lips and body, watches you twist in his lap so he can curl you closer with his strength and you let out a little whine as you both breathe deeply into the other's lips.

He can almost see the way your tongue’s are pressing up against each other between your breaths, something so consuming, suffocatingly passionate and heated that it makes him feel suddenly too warm beneath his own shirt again and he has to ground himself with an exhale. The sight makes him swallow loudly and he almost reaches to press his palm into the bulge of his cock— to quell the insistent throb that seems to be settling there despite how it may look. But before he can— Alhaitham opens his eyes to look at him, with a narrowed sort of sharp look before the kiss is breaking wet and he’s following it up with a quick peck against your swollen lips and a shrug, “I guess that’s fine.”

And then you’re suddenly turning yourself back around to face Kaveh again, a little more dazed and kiss drunk this time.

Your finger points softly to the noticeable tent in his pants, but you don’t make him feel self conscious when your lips part, muttering. "Kaveh, you can... take it out if you want."

But Kaveh can barely get his words out fast enough to respond, "Wha.... really? You're sure?" You nod at his question, and he gives Alhaitham a look before he watches the Scribe turn away to look at you instead. Like he’s deciding it’s best for him not to chime in, but opting to not stop him either as he pushes himself back up to his feet.

He feels unsteady as he stands, blame it on the fact that most of the blood in his body has rushed to his cock right now, or the way he’s lightheaded from his own arousal. But he tries to take his time as he strips back the layers of his outfit, not wanting to seem too eager until he’s able to push down his pants, and he lets himself gasp at the first sting of sexual freedom the release gives him.

His cock is as gorgeous as you would expect, tanned shaft and a dark pink tip— paired perfectly with the blonde hair that gathers at the base and a few freckles and veins decorating along the length of him. He isn’t as thick as Alhaitham is, but he has an upwards tilt to him that almost makes you drool, pre-cum already gathering at the tip as it glistens in the dim lighting of the living room.

Kaveh feels himself flush beneath your attention as you watch him, wriggling in Alhaitham’s lap like you’re excited about it. But your boyfriend’s gaze is still on the side of your face, and he’s busying himself with stroking his fingertips up and down the length of your arm instead. It’s quite suspicious for him to be so quiet, but the blonde decides not to question it as he brings himself to stand closer to you again.

His fingertips brush against your thighs as he reaches out to touch you once more, trembling slightly as he allows himself to take a proper look between both you and then the slick petals of your pussy that await him.

Like you, Kaveh would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about you like this before. Afterall, he’s heard the sweet sounds that his roommate is able to pull from you behind the privacy of his bedroom door; the way your voice lilts into something prettier when you cum and that sweet little dazed look you always seemed to wear whenever you’d pad out of the room an hour or so later.

He’s not sure what he’d call it— admiration, amusement, jealousy? It’s hard for him to decide on an answer, and he’s not given enough time to either when Alhaitham suddenly clears his throat. His green eyes are giving him a look from where he seems to have dazed off staring at you, and the realisation makes Kaveh clear his own throat before he’s taking a slow fistful of his cock— opting to smile down at you instead before he’s lining himself up against your cunt.

“Well then, I guess this is happening. Are you ready?” His words waver as the blunt head strokes softly along your folds, and he’s watching the way even the slightest touch seems to make his cock glisten. You already feel soft as silk and even that small bout of friction makes his knees threaten to buckle completely as he tries to steady himself with a breath.

You give him a pretty look and a nod, but before Kaveh can finally sink himself into you, Alhaitham cuts him off—

"Whoa whoa whoa, let's not get too ahead of ourselves, shall we?" The Scribe’s voice calls from behind you as he hooks his chin over top of your shoulder, narrowing his gaze up at his blonde roommate while he gapes and frowns back down at him now. But you listen to him, shimmying yourself down a little lower until you’re spreading your thighs a little more and the shaft of Kaveh’s cock rests between the folds of your pussy this time.

Alhaitham hums like he’s happy with that, "Just like that is fine."

“Fine. Whatever you say, Alhaitham.” Kaveh’s in no position to argue with what he’s giving him after all, he’s been generous enough to let him do this to begin with. So he swallows before readjusting himself again, and he grounds his body by grabbing gently at your thighs to keep you spread.

You’re already soaked as he presses his cock up against you, rubbing it along your slick folds and leaning enough of his weight onto you that it only presses you even closer into Alhaitham’s chest. The first silky grind of the length of him splits through you before catching on your clit, making you both gasp and moan at the wet tacky sound that follows and Kaveh has to take a breath for a moment as he squeezes his eyes closed. Trying not to cum too soon.

But it seems your audience isn’t going to let him away with that so easily.

"Need some help?" Alhaitham goads from where he’s back to stroking at your skin, fingertips dancing up the valley of your ribs and cupping at your tits as he gives Kaveh a taunting sort of look.

It makes him scoff, "N... no! I was just giving her a break, that's all!" Though he’s not sure how convincing he sounds when his voice breaks slightly— weighed down beneath his own arousal and the throb in his cock.

It makes Alhaitham scoff, "How kind of you. There's no rush afterall."

"I know that! It's called empathy Alhaitham, you should try having some!" Kaveh’s voice raises unsteadily, but the frown on his features doesn’t seem to hold much malice when he’s so flushed and stricken with pleasure.

"Actually I think my generosity right now far makes up for that." Alhaitham gives him a narrowed, lidded look before he presses his head into you, and that seems to be enough to end the argument when Kaveh breaks away from his gaze. He looks at you instead when your legs curl up around his waist, pulling him closer as he pushes the shaft of his cock even tighter up against the warm press of your folds– and he feels them wrap around him so invitingly it makes his hips jerk.

Kaveh opts to lean over you this time as he presses his palm into the plush back of the sofa, sandwiching you between him and Alhaitham as he allows himself to be pulled even deeper into the desperate hug of your cunt. You’re already whining when he draws his hips back, a languid and slow movement that makes you almost cry out when he rolls them back into you again a second later— desperately rubbing your slick along his throbbing cock as he tries hard to meet your gaze.

But Alhaitham seems to be stealing all of your attention away for himself as he presses ticklish kisses up the column of your throat from behind, hugging himself into you from where he’s letting his best friend rub his cock between your legs. All while you sit on your boyfriend’s lap.

So he opts to meet Kaveh’s gaze instead, and he looks almost smug when he does.

"Are you really just going to tease me while you watch, Alhaitham?" The blonde over you trembles as he lets his cock glide through your folds again, letting himself hump against you as each withdrawal of his hips makes a loud, wet sound. It’s hard to take him seriously as he coats his shaft in a mess of your slick and his spit, but it still feels like the Scribe is teasing him by not letting him really feel the tight squeeze of your walls.

He just shrugs again. "Actually, I have something far more important to attend to.” And Kaveh has to watch as he takes another slow handful of your tits through your dress, back to swiping his thumb across the pebbled press of your nipples until it almost makes you shake. It’s Alhaitham’s name you moan when your lips part, and he can see the smug little smile on his lips when he hears it. "Though if I'm not mistaken, it seems your pity from earlier was misplaced. Since someone seems to quite enjoy my understanding of intimacy and romance."

Alhaitham leans in a bit closer as he lets his voice, lips and teeth tease along the shell of your ear. But his gaze holds Kaveh’s as he palms at you– groping at your tits as his thumb circles the fabric of your dress again. “So feel free to apologise whenever you’re ready.”

That makes his blonde roommate scoff before he’s suddenly picking up the pace of his hips, like he’s got a point to prove as he mutters out a response, "Oh please, I didn't think it would end up l-like this, did I."

But Kaveh isn't an idiot, he can feel the way Alhaitham’s movements are only making you wetter and urging you to pull him even closer with every grope of his hands as your heels dig into his lower back— so despite his pride, he opts to give in… if only for your sake. "Keep doing that to her." He watches your body rise up into your boyfriend’s palms, long fingers pressing around your nipples to squeeze and he feels the way it makes you shudder.

“Oh? So you do need my help afterall.” Alhaitham chuckles, but the feeling of your pussy against Kaveh’s cock is so hot and aching, he doesn’t care. It feels like he’s burning up in the best way, and his roommate can see that quite clearly too as he relents. “Well, you only had to ask, Kaveh.”

“S-shutup, It’s for her sake, alright?” He lets himself rut into you harder as Alhaitham’s touch steadies you, he can feel you getting wetter beneath him with every thrust of his cock through your folds and for the first time when he turns to look at you, you meet him with your own blown gaze as you stir beneath him.

“It feels good, Kaveh.” Your words break into a whisper, and the tone you say his name in makes his pace stutter almost dangerously as he feels your clit graze along the sensitive underside of his cock, making him to press into you harder. Kaveh’s burning up, he feels like he can barely breathe— even as his roommate watches him hump his cock against his girlfriend’s cunt— he doesn’t care, you feel too good. He’s making a mess of the space between your thighs as his cock desperately drools precum along your skin, but it only helps to further ease his movements as he rubs himself up against you.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself, Kaveh.” Alhaitham huffs, but then he grunts with the next particularly sharp thrust of Kaveh’s hips and it makes you purr. Afterall, how could anyone be able to resist the feeling of your ass constantly grinding up against the press of the hard cock behind you. It’s simply natural for him to be close himself despite the way he’s barely been touched— but he’s far too preoccupied playing with you to care anyway, and it was to be expected that his girlfriend could get him into such a state.

Kaveh gives him a sharp look at his words, but he can’t argue back at all when he feels goosebumps begin to burst along his skin.

Then you gasp, head lolling back against Alhaitham’s shoulder as he rolls at your tits and the next eager press of Kaveh’s shaft against your folds makes you stiffen— legs squeezing tight around his waist as the blonde grits his teeth. “Kaveh, you’re gonna make me cum!”

And your voice breaks into something beautiful as you do, shaking between the two men that hold you and it’s closely followed by another groan from Alhaitham behind you as he gives into his own orgasm– making a mess of his slacks as he ruts his hips up into your ass. The stuttered movement seems to angle your hips up a bit more than planned, but it’s just enough for Kaveh to accidentally slip the tip of his cock inside of you— making you both gasp as you squeeze and cream around the head of his cock, and he treats himself with a short thrust deeper before he’s barely able to pull back in time.

“Just… Just, Ugh—” He’s already mourning the tease of your warm walls trembling around him before his hips jerk, and Kaveh cums with a tight lipped moan of your name as his load lands messily across your skin, painting your body in his seed as his own crumbles beneath the weight of his orgasm. It’s dizzying, how pretty you look beneath him— fluttering lashes and parted lips as more of your cream catches on the shaft of his cock and he presses up against you in a way that makes the blonde sway as he rides out his high.

He feels completely wrecked when he finds it in himself to stumble away from you both, and you give him a cute, satisfied look before curling your way back into Alhaitham— who’s looking equally as wrecked with the now soiled fabric in his slacks bothering him. Kaveh watches the way the stickiness makes him fidget.

The three of you let the silence rest for a while longer as you catch your breath, and your boyfriend moves to pull your underwear back into place before pushing back down the fabric of your dress and pulling you deeper into his chest. It urges you to rest your head into the crook of his neck as you turn to face him, and you share a quick kiss as Kaveh begins to straighten out his clothes again, unable to break his gaze away from you as he does.

Alhaitham is the first to speak as he urges his roommate to look away from you.

“Hm, dare I say I’m actually impressed, Kaveh. Seems whatever you were spouting earlier wasn’t just empty rhetoric afterall.” His voice scratches slightly as he addresses him, no doubt still coming down from his own still lingering pleasure.

But the blonde only just finishes smoothing down his shirt before the compliment makes him freeze in disbelief, “Wha? Really?”

“Oh? You sound surprised.”

Kaveh barely manages one of his prettier frowns to respond again, “Maybe it’s because you’ve never said anything good about me before. So excuse me for feeling like you don’t really mean that.” But he does find it in himself to scoff this time, watching you fidget against your boyfriend’s chest before you’re cracking an eye open to look at him– and he’s pretty sure he can see you smiling as they bicker back and forth.

“And what makes you think I’m not just speaking on someone else’s behalf?” Alhaitham quips back, motioning towards you in his arms and if Kaveh wasn’t still coming down from his orgasm, he’d put up more of a fight than he is right now as he pulls up his pants again. Hissing as he tucks his now softening cock back behind the fabric.

“Are we forgetting I’m your senior? You really should show me a little respect, Alhaitham. A compliment won’t kill you.” The blonde scoffs as he runs a trembling hand through his hair, grumbling when he takes in the mess of the braid, but before Alhaitham can respond back again— you’re making your first attempt to move. Your boyfriend is quick to grab your hand to steady you as he helps you stand but because of who Kaveh is— he can’t help but want to reach out too.

“Hey, do you need me to help clean you up?” He asks kindly, taking in the damp spots on your dress that are most likely due to being soiled in his cum.

But Alhaitham only lures you back against his chest when he stands up behind you, beginning to guide you in the general direction of the bathroom as he finds his own now soiled slacks to be quite uncomfortable themselves. “I think I can handle that part on my own, Kaveh.” He opts to answer in your stead, but you still manage to give the blonde a sleepy, hormone-drunken smile before you’re taking unsteady little steps to follow your boyfriend down the hall.

Kaveh watches you both leave before Alhaitham turns to look at him again, his voice taking a more sincere tone than it has all day.

“But it’s nice to know you’re feeling more relaxed. So feel free to actually get some rest for once.”

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