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[the-moons-tears]

His siren

Brant x f!siren!reader (spicy but not full nsfw) Wuwa

Evening! This was the top voted prompt from the poll sorry it took so long I had many tests to take and study for 🫠

I’m so ready to pull for him omgggg

Preview: he continued, “I must believe it to be true, as I can’t stop thinking about whether you feel soft to hold, to kiss…”

Scales shimmered in the moonlight, jingling on a rope from the rhythm of waves that jostled the ship. “Siren” scales, so the old man that sold them claimed to the curious sailor. They were so enchanting where they hung in the corner of a large bay window in Brant’s quarters. The light reflected off them, casting the scale’s color along the walls and other items that captured his interest. A myth, he told himself, but ended up paying for the trinket anyway. Sometimes he could swear a certain jostle would cause the scales to create a melody as they touched. The sounds would return in his dreams, so much so that the urge to search for this “myth” became too much. It wouldn’t hurt to look, as the sea often hid many secrets. Glancing again at the scales, drink in hand, he thought of an idea. If he wanted to find something in the sea, he’d have to offer something in return.

You cursed as you stared at your reflection from atop the rock. The waves weren’t the best source of a mirror, but you could still tell where the healing wound was on your beautiful but not so flawless anymore tail. You were missing more than seven scales. Seven! They took ages to grow back, and they were missing all in one spot from a fisherman’s spear throw that happened to strike true. The embarrassment you felt was huge, although there were no other sirens around to make fun of you for it. The worst part was that you couldn’t find your missing scales. You liked to keep them, make jewelry from your own beauty by putting it in your hair, on your ears, or to your breast coverings, but after scraping the sea floor and coming up empty handed, you gave up on looking.

It frustrated you. Clearly you underestimated the old man’s sight as you swam closer than usual under a boat. You guess he had seen your shadow and immediately thrown his weapon. It hurt of course, and you panicked, swimming quickly downward and out of sight, bleeding from your tail as seven precious scales floated up to the surface.

Sighing, you turned away from the water, resting your head on your palm. The air was nice, something you couldn’t feel under water. The small retractable gills under your jaw helped filter oxygen through water, but having another set of lungs allowed you to breathe air like a human above the sea. Often you’d think about the human’s and their activities on the ocean. Pirates were the most interesting to you. You’d heard that in the distant past, pirates used to hunt for your kind, keeping them as treasures among their hoards of wealth. Crazy as it might have sounded, you were curious about their treasures. Pirates seemed to have the same taste in all things that glittered under the sun as you did. Would it be so bad to be a pirate’s beloved treasure that they tended to be so possessive over?

In exploring the shipwrecks that had sunken to the depths, you always found the captain, clad in gold and shimmering gems that were still in those skeletal hands. They all seemed to love their treasure, dying covered in it with their ship. A fascinating attachment to their material things you thought. Some even had gems embedded in their teeth, many of those teeth hanging around your neck as decor now.

Your fingers ran over the sensitive barred flesh where your scales were missing, annoyed at the absence of the hard sheen that coated the entirety of your tail. The beautiful fins attached to your back and tail end flopped on the rock, much like an annoyed cat thumped its own tail on the ground to let it be known they were frustrated.

What could you do to lift your spirits? Spirits?…drinks…Sometimes when rummaging through sunken pirate treasure, you’d find closely sealed bottles that hadn’t broken under the pressure of the water, containing some dark colored liquid that made you feel hot and funny. You really liked those when you drank them on your rock, and since they were pretty hard to find, you usually kept them for rare occasions. This seemed like a very important occasion you reasoned with yourself, and quickly retreated back into the depths to gather a bottle to bring back up.

After several minutes of turning your fingers red trying to get the damn cork off, the bottle popped, little drops of the liquid flying out. The tang of it hit your tongue nicely, and soon the bottle was almost gone. You kind of forgot about your scale dilemma, singing to yourself your favorite songs that the sea had taught you.

In the middle of your one siren performance, you heard a familiar chime. It was too distant to come from your own scale made trinkets, but you knew the sound well. They were yours. Shaking your head from the heat of the drink, you set down the now empty bottle haphazardly. You were going to get those scales back. The sound of your body crashing into the water was muffled by the waves bashing up on cliffs and rocks, your water dynamic form cruising through the deep. You could hear the sounds underwater, the uncanny magic of your own scales calling out to you. There, they were hanging from a string above a ship. Swimming closer to the surface, you noticed other shimmering items beside your scales, glittering like the gold and jewels found on pirate captain remains. Your eyes gleamed with want, so quickly you dive deep before dashing upward with your tail, preparing to make the leap above.

Brant wasn’t planning on making contact with a siren, even seeing the shadow of one drawn by the sound of what was hopefully its scales would be enough to satiate his curiosity. The last thing he wanted to do was take a mythical creature captive for his own gain. Holding out the scales on a string, he let the wind do its work, moving the shards against each other to create the sound that haunted his dreams. The myths seemed to lead him to believe that siren’s were quite possessive over their things, often vain with carefully put together visages to attract sailors. Brant didn’t know if it was true, all he knew was that the song enchanted him, though no voice came from the scales.

Looking down in the waters, he saw it, a human-fish like shadow that moved fluidly. It disappeared just as quickly, retreating to the depths. A smile spread on his face, and his hand almost went to drop the scales, returning them to their owner, but before his fingers could fully loosen, a giant splash of water came from below. The sound prompted him to look quickly, quickly enough to see you, a beautiful real creature coming up to him, eyes locked with the string that had the same colors as your tail. Your momentum sent you tumbling into his, your giant tail over his legs with you on top of his chest.

The human’s chest had a very strange mark along it, and touching it let your fingers feel a bit of a hum, like the sensation of a current. The skin was soft and warm, but what attracted you most were the sparkling trinkets adorning him. There were shining circles that punctured his ears, and a big square like piece on his waist. Your hands went to fiddle with it, to which the man made an embarrassed yelp, trying to slide away. The weight of you on top held him down, your tail a bigger weight due to your years in the sea. Before you messed with it more, you heard a slight clink on the deck right beside his shoulders. Quickly your hand shot out to grab the string of scales, your scales.

“Beautiful siren, do you speak?” The human man below you voiced, a wide incredulous smile gracing his handsome features, like this encounter was the most magical thing that ever happened to him. Holding your scales close, you eyed him up and down narrowly. This man was not the one that attacked you, so how did he have them? In the end, you thought, it didn’t matter as long as you got them back. Your movements caused the many decor pieces on you to jingle, catching light on your already graceful form. His eyes sparkled, widening when you respond,

“I am familiar with many human languages.” You brought your hands up, adjusting your wet hair now that you were above water. When he looked as if to carry a conversation, you turned sharply, hearing whispers. The pirate under you was cautious, telling the crewman and others who were attracted to the strange sight to back up as you sat there unhappy at the people interrupting your time with your handsome new fascination. A short girl with pink and violet hair shooed the crowd away with the help of a box, knowing a creature like you probably didn’t want that kind of distraction when you were focused on the thing, or man, of your interest. Mythical creatures deserved respect. The annoyance faded quickly, as your attention returned to the man you had below you. Leaning down, your chests touched as your hand fidgeted with one of his earrings. “Do you have many of these shining things? I want to see them.”

“Yes, our fool’s troupe has many wonders! I…never expected they would grace the sight of a mythical siren. Captain Brant at your service miss…” He paused, allowing you to tell your name. you told him, the origin sounding foreign to the rinascitan man. The captain seemed theatrical, a fiery personality that you hoped kept some shiny treasures. Your hand left his earring to reach for his hat, holding it up and inspecting it. You didn’t know what it was, but copied how he wore it. Brant laughed lightly in disbelief at your curious behavior, but you were getting a little impatient. You wanted to see the hoards of pirate treasure that must have been stowed away somewhere.

As Brant sat up carefully, you threw your arms over him, causing him to steady you both a little awkwardly, one of his hands supporting your side. His warmth was very attractive to you, a contrast to the waters that were often very cold where there wasn’t much sun. “Do siren’s drink?” The captain sounded surprised, the smell of alcohol defined now that you were so close. You couldn’t tell what he meant, too focused on the strange anatomy of the man below you, and how his warm hand felt on your hip.

The gills on your neck had retracted into your skin to suit your lungs breathing in oxygen outside of water. Brant’s clothes were soaked, sticking to him from where you landed on him, which was almost his whole body. Accounting for tail length, you would have beaten his height by many inches if you laid side by side to compare. Brant took a breath before speaking to let you know he was going to lift you up. “Alright, let’s get you up then.”

Brant adjusted his hand on your waist, the other hand coming under your tail to position you more in his lap. With your arms around him as added support, he lifted you up before using his long legs to get a stance on the deck. Your shimmering tail hang low with the lustrous fins almost touching the wood deck, but the pirate captain made it seem like no big deal. His expression was curious, the texture of your tail certainly something new to him. The hat on your head was still secure as he walked down stairs in the giant ship, briefly pausing to put his back to the doors to his quarters.

The smell of the sea was still present even in the room. Jeweled trinkets hung from different places, and different vases had gold almost woven into the ceramic. There were chests, open and full of necklaces and fabrics. Closest to you, was a little moving creature. It looked like the other ceramic things, but it was filled with water, and gave a little bark like an animal when you were carried in.

“I figured you can’t be out of water too long, so I had one of my crewmates bring a tubpup down full of seawater. You don’t mind if I set you in it do you?”

You nodded, still taking in the different aspects of the room, eyes landing on the bed like structure covered in intricately designed pillows and metalwork of the frame. You also noticed several bottles laying around, asking, “are those bottles that have the dark liquid? They make you feel warm.” Brant glanced at them as he lowered you into the water, hands slipping away from you.

“So you do drink wine! Where would you get things like that in the sea?”

“Many sunken ships have tightly sealed chests which have ‘wine, and they are quite good, although the pressure makes most of them break, making them a rare find.” Watching closely, your eyes followed Brant’s movements to grab two glass cups and the bottle of what you now knew as wine. He brought them over, setting them down before pulling a chest full of gems over. Your finger went in quickly, pulling out a handful of sparkly things. A jeweled necklace with rubies like his eyes, earrings that were wire wrapped around polished peridot gems, and a silver cup with embedded citrine gemstones.

Coins fell from your handfull into the tub, metal reflecting off your scales while Brant poured the dark wine into the two glasses. The shimmer caught Brant’s eyes, and he moved closer to look. Your tail hung out of the tub a bit, too long for the whole tub to fit, but it wasn’t uncomfortable for you. His eyes sparkled with curiosity about your scales, the glistening seeming to entrance him the same way when he had your string of scales. Handing you a glass full of your favorite drink, he took a sip of his own and rested his arm on the top of the tub, simply looking at your tail and uniquely strung together jewelry. The seven missing scales were tied to a string you wore, probably to be taken off later for some other purpose.

His hat was still on your head, so he figured you quite liked it. Your cup was empty before he could fully take you in, and you handed it to him for him to fill it again, your lower fins moving contently under the water in the tub. After handing you a second glass, the captain asked softly, “would it be intruding to ask your permission to touch your tail?”

Lifting much of your tail out of the water, you let the larger fins and scaled parts land practically in his hands, making him have to move his glass away so as to not drop it from the sudden weight. The iridescence was fascinating, and the rays from outside cast an ethereal glow on your already luminous form. His calloused hands ran over your scales gently, fingers tracing the pattern they made to protect the flesh beneath. Tilting the glass all the way up, you downed your second large glass, small murmurs coming from your throat.

“Captain Brant, do you sing well?” You sighed out, fins flexing and moving in his grasp. Gently putting your tail back in the tub, he drank the rest of his own share, fingers wiping a stray drop from his lip to answer, “I have my fair share of practice in it. Being on the sea would be a little dull without a song wouldn’t it? I enjoyed the song your scales sang to me particularly before I returned them if I could be so honest.”

“Mm yes, what folk songs do you know that pirates sing? I have never heard any before.” You watched him down a third glass before standing, bowing and turning his back to you. Suddenly he broke out into character, recounting a story he had heard, which then turned into a folk tale you began to quickly like. His theatrical voice and playful tone had you smiling and raising another glass to his wild whimsy. The wine had made you both tipsy, you giving a little hiccup as you started singing the chorus with him after hearing him sing it before.

The behavior was wild and full of merry joy, Brant decorating you with more jewels like a character he described in another story. The festive bonding between the siren and pirate captain lasted for an hour or two more, until you both sang yourselves to near sundown. Being the treasure of a pirate was the best, you thought as you nearly fell out of the tub, your head swimming from the wine. Brant was on the floor beside it laying over soft fabrics, clothes still damp. Adjusting the hat on your head, you climbed over, falling onto him with the rest of your tail landing with a thump on the floor. Your head sought to bury itself into his neck as your hands searched for warmth from his body.

Brant grunted, cheeks flushed from wine and the proximity you shared. His words slurred as he spoke, “beautiful siren, is it true you can enchant sailors to fall in love at first sight?”

Pulling back to peer down at him, you noticed with the boldness the wine gave you how kissable a pirate looked. His lips were wet, and his mouth slightly parted, chest rising heavily as he looked up at your form. “I…” he continued, “I must believe it to be true, as I can’t stop thinking about whether you feel soft to hold, to kiss…”

His eyes were sparkling, holding adventure and a desire for things unknown to him, like the woman above him. Sitting forward from his flat down position with you on him, he tilted his face up, his hands coming where you guided them, up the small of your back and below your shoulder blades. With slow, teasing motions, you peeled the billowy shirt and jacket down, revealing glistening skin where the water hadn’t dried from your encounter.

“I have no such magic, captain…” you whispered back in a subtle tone, encouraging him to keep going. Your hands lightly ran over the black mark over his chest, feeling the hum it made as well as the fast beating heart underneath. He sighed, pleased at how your hand danced on his skin, coming up to tilt his jaw. His eyes open briefly to catch you smiling, before pulling you closer, closing the distance between you. Those lips were indeed soft, warm as every part of him was.

Pushing him back down, you used the movement to open his mouth, allowing your kiss to turn heated. The tang of wine hit you as your tongues met, Brant giving a small whimper like grunt beneath you. His hat had fallen off the the side, forgotten in your desire for more of him. It felt strange, to want something other than shiny things and trinkets. A siren and a pirate intertwined on the floor. His hand was feather light along your curves, gentle and careful in his caresses, dipping down to your side to feel the scales again.

“Brant…” you whispered against his lips, words slurred by the burning heat of the wine in your bodies. His eyes glimmered when his name fell from your mouth, fingers twitching at the syllables. His breath was hot, lips pressing into your neck, jingling the jewels and strings of gold and silver. Time passed slow, and you were sure you’d come to find other treasures he was hiding besides gems and pearls, helping him sing in other ways. Being with a pirate didn’t sound too bad.

[the-moons-tears]

Bachira x reader fluff

Love this crazy monster man MUAH

Preview:

"First fouls and now dirty tricks...You're being naughty today aren't you?"

your hair blew in the wind behind you as your bike zoomed down the paved hillside. the view of the city far away slowly moving as you descended. breathtaking really. the birds chirped as they flew above you and the sound of spinning wheels could be heard when you focused on it.

slowly, you applied pressure on the brakes and soon arrived at the place you wanted to be, the soccer field. you were still in high school, and you had quite a few friends who enjoyed playing soccer with you. one in particular practically invited you to practice with him everyday because of your dribbling skills. bachira meguru.

he was sweet, but such a chaos causer. the man acted like a little boy, not that you didn't like it. you thought it was cute actually.

after you parked your bike and tied it to something, you adjusted the soccer bag on your shoulders and headed onto the field. the time was around 5pm, so there was still some time in the sun left to be able to play. by the time you would get through, it would definitely be around sunset.

once you reached your way into the middle of the field, you sat down and changed shoes. when you were kicking your shoes in and practicing balance with the ball, you heard a familiar run of footsteps. you turned around just in time to see bachira running towards you in his own kleats trying to take the ball from you by surprise.

"I caught you, you little sneak! I dare you to take this from me!"

"Challenge accepted~" a cat like smile crept up his cheeks as he sidestepped in all sorts of directions around you. Your eyes kept up, and the moment you noticed one sidestep brought him close enough to reach the ball, you maneuvered the ball between yours legs and away from him.

Of course he followed, still maintaining his speed as well as that cocky smile. His fluffy hair and bangs swayed as he pivoted back and forth on his toes, carefully reading your movements and where you were dribbling the ball.

Bachira's giggling rang out as you tried to avoid his presses into your space where you held the ball. As his agility increased, you were getting tired. Being tired never stopped you though, so you kept close eye on his sporadic patterns.

One accidental movement of the ball to the left was all he needed to push his foot in front of your own preventing you from getting the ball.

You laughed in surprise and immediately caught up with him when he tried to run with it. When you stopped him, you pulled on his shirt and grabbed his shoulders once you pulled him back a bit.

"Hey that's a foul!" Bachira turned to you and tried to shake you off while simultaneously concentrating on the ball.

"There are no rules in this war!" You said dramatically as you continued grabbing the fabric on his sleeveless top, feet trying to kick out the ball in his control. At some point through the struggle, bachira twists his body and raises his arms enough to let you pull the shirt right off.

His hair fluffed up from the fabric coming up and the slight sweat on his skin dripped down his chest. He stopped the ball and posed for you. You laughed at his jojo-like pose, and extended your arm out to give him back his shirt. Bachira left the ball to walk two steps towards you, and as he grabbed the shirt and put it back on, you lunged forward and reclaimed the ball.

In your movement, you could feel the presence that made your spine feel cold behind you. Whenever you got that feeling, Bachira explained that you were feeling "the monster coming out". Though you didn't really understand, it always meant Bachira was getting serious.

"First fouls and now dirty tricks...You're being naughty today aren't you?" A wicked smile spread across his face as you turned to him with the ball under your feet.

You stuck your tongue out at him and start playing around with the ball in your possession. A giggle comes from the boy as he quickly appears by you. In the heightened rush of keeping the ball away from him, your faces became close. Closer than normal, but neither of you noticed.

This round of back and forth dribbling was more erratic than the last. Bachira was definitely faster than before, and the gleam in his eyes did not go unnoticed by you when you finally looked up for a half second. The sudden thought that he was beautiful jumped in front of all your thinking processes.

In this short fraction of time, you lost your footing and accidentally fully stepped onto the ball, causing you to fall on your back. You coughed from the impact, although it wasn't enough to knock the wind out of you.

"Are you distracted?" The boy side-eyed you as he kicked the ball into the air, beginning to keep it from touching the ground.

"...sort of."

"What are you thinking about then?" The boy leaned down and rested his hands on his knees. You looked over at him on the ground and sighed. Why did he have to be so...flirtatious and pretty? While he was sitting there, he took the bottom of his shirt and brought it up to his face to wipe off some sweat from his brow

Pushing yourself off the ground, you watched the sun turn the sky golden. It was probably exactly around sunset when you thought you would be done. Perfect timing.

"A person." You answered his question. "We should probably pack up. Wanna grab a bite?"

The boy enthusiastically cheered for food as he ran the ball over to your bag, completely unaware of your eyes that began to hold him in a different regard than they used to.

...

A couple of weeks after this new thought popped up, it had emerged into something that you feared. A crush. Not that it brought bad memories, it was just that you'd never really had one, and you certainly didn't expect it to be your best friend.

Bachira of course acted as goofy as usual, oblivious of the fact that you were falling deeper and deeper into your feelings every time he smiled at you or stuck his tongue out.

Humming to yourself, you watched as Bachira played soccer with his friends on the field. He was a really good soccer player, you knew that, but seeing him being able to play solo and with others was truly a marvel.

You shifted your legs up and rested your head on your arms. Eyes wandered to him subconsciously. Half the time you wouldn't realize you were staring until you made eye contact.

You thought that Bachira would never come to see you as anything more than a friend, and some part of you wanted it to stay that way. You didn't want to lose your relationship with him if a confession broke it.

Sighing to yourself, you didn't realize someone was calling out to you from the field.

"(Nickname)! Hey!" It was Chigiri. Quickly, your head popped up and you yelled back, "Sorry I was distracted! What do you need?"

"Can you refill the waters? We're gonna take a break in a sec!"

"Yeah I gotchu!" You gave a thumbs up before grabbing all the bottles plus your own to refill. When you got to filling yours, you felt a drop of the cold water touch your skin. Stopping for a second, you tilted the bottle above you and let the water pour on your face for a second. You thought that would cool your thoughts.

Soon enough, the boys all came over and took the bottles off the stands to drink. Some poured the water on their heads, one of those people was Bachira, who shook his head letting the water fly off his hair. When some droplets landed on Isagi, who was covering his face and shouting at Bachira, he simply flashed a grin that made your heart ascend.

"Hey (nickname), show us that trick again. You seem to get past us with it everytime." Kunigami suggested. Getting yourself off the floor, you smiled boldly.

"I'm telling you guys you can't beat me." You dramatically model walked to the field and tossed your hair, giving the boys behind you a pretend haughty look.

...

After you had all worn yourselves out, everyone packed their bags and set off to wherever. The only people left were you and Bachira. Wind blew your hair in your face which made you move your hand to shield yourself. Bachira leaned over and peeked under you hand to look at you.

"You’ve been distracted recently, mind sharing?" He pulled out a penny from his bag and gave it to you. (“Penny for your thoughts” if you don't know the saying)

"Where did you get this?" You laughed at the randomness, but took the penny.

"That doesn't matter~." He smiled again.

"You're...really not that interested in what I have to say...are you?" You hoped he wouldn’t pry.

"I am actually. Do spill~"

Huffing, you turned so that the wind wasn't in your face anymore and Bachira couldn't see you.

"If it helps, I also have something to tell." The boy crossed his legs and put his hands in the middle. "The only reason that my attitude hasn't changed at all is because my feelings have never changed towards you."

Your heart stopped. Oh god this is the most embarrassing thing ever, but also Isagi was the only one you told your feelings to. You were going to beat his ass. The feeling of defeat and a little anger rushed over you until Bachira appeared in your vision again.

"That's because I've had a crush on you since the beginning~" he gave a light kiss on your nose before resting his head on his hand to watch your reaction.

"Are you serious right now? I thought you never saw me that way. I got worked up over nothing!" You whined into your hands which now covered your face. Bachira took them away and giggled at your teary eyes.

"Aww my sweet (nickname)~" the boy hugged you, and you brought your own arms around him. The smell of turf and sweat, both of which you didn't necessarily like, filled your nose, but in this moment it was almost pleasant.

"C'mon now, let's go get dessert somewhere." His attention shifted to food, of course. Bachira led as you both walked with your bags on your shoulders. His hand held yours while you moved.

"Gimme a sec I need to call someone." You pulled out your phone with one hand and pressed a certain number as your feet carried you beside Bachira.

Riing riiing rii- "Hello?"

"YOU ASS! You better hope I don't see you anytime soon!"

Cries of anguish came from the other side.

"I couldn't stay between your feelings forever! Both of you guys were talking to me everyday about how much you love y/n or how much you love bachi-" quickly you hung up and stuffed the phone in your bag again, pushing it down to the very bottom.

"You love me~?" The man beside you squeezed your hand and brought his face closer. You pushed him away with a red face while still holding his hand, which only brought about a fit of laughter.

[the-moons-tears]

Gojo x reader spicy fluff

So I made this like a couple days after seeing THE spoiler and I had never written for Gojo before so if it seems not like him I’m so sorry 😭 I was distraught

Also it was not Christmas time at all it was just the idea that inspired me the most lmao

Preview: "Did that hurt? M'sorry, do you need me to kiss it?"

Christmas time. The most wonderful time of the year. Your music playlist was playing carols and classic tunes at random from a speaker nearby as you were busy decorating cookies. The bowls that held different colored icings were around the table with the spoons used to mix them inside. The spoon from the blue bowl was currently being used by you, while the one from the white bowl was in your lover's mouth.

"Quit doing that, I need to use the white! You can't put the spoon im gonna use in your mouth!" You reached for the spoon, but he kept his distance from you on the other side of the table. Gojo whined at your words and popped the spoon out of from his lips. "So mean, it's just my spit. Like we haven't exchanged spit before...do I need to remind you?"

Gasping, you swat at him, to which he laughed mischievously and put the spoon back in his mouth. Satoru really was a child at times. Huffing, you sat back in your chair and decided to use a different color. The pink would do. Your snowman looked a little funny having pink snow instead of white, but you say it gave it more charm. Plus, who doesn’t love a little pink?

With today being Christmas Eve, you both agreed to open one present from each other before bed. It was a secret of course what that present would be, and you would both reveal it at 9:00pm. Gojo would pester you to tell him what it was before the appointed time, to which you pulled his cheeks and refused to even give him a hint.

Once the cookies were done, you put them on a pretty plate for you both to eat tomorrow on Christmas. Gojo's favorite cookie he made was a funky looking miniature version of himself. The frosting was lumpy and uneven, so at first you had a hard time seeing what it was. The two bright blue blots on the wobbly circle he called a face gave it away.

Present wrapping was fun because you both got to see what you got for the people around you. Satoru got a heart pillow with a picture of himself embedded in for Megumi. You laughed for a good bit at that one. For Nobara, you got a certain type of eyelash growth serum that you had seen going around on the internet lately that people had been raving about. She showed a video to you the other day about it saying that she wanted to try it. By the end, you had everyone a gift that was wrapped and ready to deliver tomorrow. For the activity before the present, you decided on watching a movie.

The movie you both had picked out was home alone. To your surprise, Satoru had never seen it. Too busy with jujustu duties you guessed. Kevin, of course, was his favorite character, and Satoru suggested recreating some of the scenes like sledding down the stairs. You shot the idea down quickly. During the film, you both got cups of hot chocolate with whipped cream. Many times you would have to push Satoru's face away from your mouth when you got whipped cream on your top lip, saying that ‘he needed to be watching the movie’. You always gave him a quick kiss before pushing his face away though.

After the movie ended, the time was 8:50pm, so close to present time. You both went away to get ready to reveal your presents to each other. For Satoru's present, you actually got him two things. The first present was a new pair of glasses, because you liked it when his hair was down. The blindfold was still hot, but you did love his eyes. The second was what you were currently working on right now.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror busy wrapping your skin with ribbons that barely covered yourself. When you had done all the wrapping, you tied a bow down near your chest and put your clothes back on over everything. The hoodie had a zipper, so you could pull it down easily when the time came to reveal it. Thinking about what he would do made your face flush.

"Are you ready?" You yelled out to Satoru from the bathroom. He appeared in front of you suddenly and smiled. Those big blue eyes gleamed at you, and that always meant he had something planned.

"Ready~" he flashed his pearly whites and grabbed your hand out of the bathroom into the main room. You barely grabbed your little box that contained his glasses in time. He stopped at the couch and sat down with you. Satoru voted for you to go first.

When you brought out the box, he smiled and kissed you on the cheek. "Satoru open it!" You giggled and put the box to his chest. He opened it, and gave you a big kiss when he saw what was inside. Putting them on was fun to see, and he made sure to pose for you while you took photos. "Ok, I have to confess. I prepared two presents, but we need to wait until the end for that one." You smiled mischievously as he had earlier.

"Are you serious, because I did the same thing." Gojo pulled a box out from behind him. You took the box when he handed it to you and he sat there watching you contently as you began unwrapping.

Pulling out what was inside, you discovered a lipstick with a very specific color. It was the one you had pointed out in a store a couple of weeks ago, but it was crazy expensive so you decided not to get it. Quickly, you applied some on and gave Satoru a big kiss as well using both hands to pull him in. As his arms were starting to wrap around you, you pulled away suddenly and held a finger up to his lips.

"Shall we show each other our last present at the same time?"

"Sure. Count of three." He smiled and grabbed the ends of his shirt. His lips had some of your lipstick on them, which made his smile all the more attractive.

"One, two, three!" You rushed the countdown and pulled the zipper to your hoodie down. At the same time, Gojo pulled his shirt off to reveal red ribbons that went around his torso and his chest. The gasp you let out was of pure surprise.

"No way." You held a hand to your mouth and laughed.

"I'm glad we have the same mind track. Get over here." Satoru took off his glasses and lunged for you. You squealed and kicked your feet feeling his arms wrap around you. He pinned you down to the couch and hastily began to undo your wrapping and hoodie.

"Hey don't rip the bow off like that!"

"Did that hurt? M'sorry, do you need me to kiss it?" His lips placed themselves where the bow was before and then some. You laughed and also got to work untying the terrible knot Gojo had put at the end of his wrapping. Satoru ended up helping you by just ripping the ribbon and going back to you.

"Any other wrapping I need to undo?" Satoru smirked at you. His hands got to work after the wrapping on your top was off, kneading into your skin and grabbing at what cleavage he could.

"Maybe..." you held a finger to your mouth looking clueless and laughed when he picked you up from the couch and placed your legs around him while he carried you. Your mouths met as he walked towards your shared room.

The lipstick you put on smeared over yours and his lips. When Satoru got bold and started making out with you, you both discovered that the lipstick had a flavor much to your delight. Satoru carried you into the room, to the bed, and continued his work unwrapping his present there, where he would spend hours enjoying what he found.

:p

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EDIT: I WANTED TO ADD A FOURTH OPTION THAT BEING WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH DRUNK BRANT WHO IN HIS DRUNKEN STATE CONFESSES TO US AND WANTS TO GET HANDSY but since I forgot to put it that will be another work that will be a nsfw so I’ll get to work on that and whatever the poll outcome is

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Jiyan (wuwa) x reader SMUT NSFW

Based on his injured lines! Loving the Rinascita update (guess who won Carlotta on her 50/50 ayyyy)

This one’s pretty short just a blurb really

“Don’t you worry”

“I can take it”

NSFW UNDER CUT!! MDNI

“Don’t you worry”

Those words came at a time you might have been stressed, anxious, or in a dangerous situation due to tds. Jiyan was there in an instant, doting on you or saving you, his prized treasure. Perhaps it was his connection to the dragon sentinel Jue that wired his brain to think about his shining jewel every minute of the day. Golden eyes tracked you wherever you went, and all he wanted at the end of a long day was to see you waiting in bed, stroking his hair once he enveloped you.

You’d tell him your concerns or your thoughts, met once again with a reassuring, “don’t you worry.” Jiyan’s voice held such confidence, making you forget the mentioned troubles. Soothing hands made motions across your back. You had only mentioned being a little sore, but he was already there kneading into wherever you wanted him to. Time with Jiyan was precious, and he felt his purpose was fulfilled by your presence and encouragement.

Another thing filled him too, that being the dildo you were working in him as he lay below you. He had been so pent up from an increase in tacet discord activity, so you approached softly with those tempting eyes, offering him release. Jiyan’s face was lightly scrunched up, having a bit of difficulty relaxing to let the remaining inches in. Heavy breaths escaped him, and his eyes were already having trouble focusing. Fingers curled from their tied position at the headboard.

Nails dug into his hands while he bit his lip, feeling your own hands trying to relax him by giving slow, languid stroke to his dripping cock. pitiful whimpers left him, and his eyes finally looked at you, giving you a deep broken, “I can take it…” a minute of work gave fruit, his overworked body filled to the brim. Smiling down at him, your heart fluttered, preparing to make him cry within a minute.

I have the very strong urge to peg wuwa men is that bad 😔

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Alhaitham x reader (fluff/comfort)

In summary, it’s about how you react to losing a loved one and how Alhaitham would comfort you! Read as you will keeping that in mind, i wrote it pretty sad

Love this man

Song: what are you doing the rest of your life by frank sinatra

She was your light. So cheery, so wonderful, and so full of love for everything. The night you received the news she succumbed to her eleazar, you didn’t know what to do. Gone, in an instant. You hadn’t been there to be with her, hell, she never told you she had eleazar until it was very much too late.

Her favorite song was an old one she had bought from a vendor long ago. The old man had given it to her for free, said she reminded him of his daughter. She played it everyday when you came over to her house, pulling you in by your hands and leading you in a grand dance where she pretended to be a handsome man sweeping you off of your feet while dramatically singing the song.

“I want to see your face in every kind of light.” She wiggled her very drawn in eyebrows at you as she pulled you in. A weird hat adorned her head and a straight coat way too big for her was wrapped around her frame. “In fields of dawn and forests of the night~” You cackled and pretended to swoon over your friend, putting your hand to fan yourself dramatically.

You laughed at her god awful impression, but danced with her nonetheless. Her hair swished and bounced when she spun you around in a circle with her by the ends of your fingertips. You had all the words memorized in a short time, and you would both draw mustaches on yourself to try to one up each other’s impression of a gentleman trying to woo you.

Her parents walked in fuming when they saw the ink staining your faces. Both of you were rolling on the floor after looking in the mirror, and took a photo with a kamera with your faces smudged all over with the ink.

As in her will, she wanted you to have the song. To “play it when you think of me” it said in the written words. Tears were already flowing by the time you closed the door with the disc in your hands. You both had matching record players, and would often go shopping looking for any good songs. Setting the disc on the player was different than any other time you put music on. The air was no longer filled with laughter, and the song seemed sadder than when you had heard it before. Your eyes were blurry with tears ready to pour once more.

The notes from the intro barely registered, and your hands were shaking close to your chest. Slowly, they reached out, and you began slowly dancing by yourself in your living space, except there was no other person to join your hands with, no one to join you in your delight.

The singer’s voice was dull to you, so you closed your eyes and imagined them like they were before. Bright and warm like the hands that you remembered holding your own. You danced there in the slow sways that she had led you through, spinning and switching places when the time came. The knock and voice of your lover coming from your front door couldn’t be heard.

Alhaitham had received the news as well, as he was well acquainted with your friend. She had basically set you two up. Back when you were all students, almost everyday you would come by her and discuss how alhaitham had looked in your direction that day, or how he had said hello to you. She thought he was boring, but she saw how smitten you were over him, so she made it her mission to get you both together.

It ended up working, although Alhaitham revealed later that it was painfully obvious at what you both were doing. He already fancied you, but he went along anyway. the whole set up was funny to him and he wanted to see what you both would do.

The said man walked inside with a key you had given him, and picked up on the melody coming from the main room. Alhaitham knew how close you two were, and he didn’t know how you would take it after receiving the news himself. He came over immediately to check on you as you had no doubt heard before him. Carefully, as he didn’t know what was going on, he walked to that room and jarred the door slightly to peer in. There he saw you, singing the words to the song playing and swaying pathetically by yourself.

The display caused a gut wrenching feeling well up that created a furrow on his brow one could only describe as pity and an attempt at empathy. He took off his headphones and put them on a side table. When he looked back up, your movements had slowed and your voice gave out, giving way to the start of a sob.

Softly, he knocked on the door outside the room a little harder so you could hear it. Your face lifted up in surprise, but quickly it melted into the previous sadness when you saw it was Alhaitham.

“She…never said…anything…” words came out in broken sobs as he walked over to you. The song continued playing in the background, a painful reminder of what was missing. Strong arms took yours and placed them around himself. Gently his hands pushed your head onto his body where you wept your heart out.

He didn’t say any words, he just led you in a gentle sway as the song went on, pressing gentle kisses to your head underneath him. Words of comfort weren’t his forte, as you had seen with Kaveh, but the times that you had come to him for comfort he had noticed how calm you became when you hugged him.

Your hands grasped desperately at his fabric, not daring to loosen it for fear he may disappear. Low lights hanging from the ceiling and the orange colored flames from the candles seemed to sway with you, extending their own version of sympathy. Alhaitham’s hands comforted you with their gentle ministrations through your hair and the gentle up and down motions on your back.

Soon your cries slowed, ending with you sniffling and hiccuping on Alhaitham’s body. “Please…stay with me…” your voice was shaky to say the least. Memories of your friend swam through your mind, occupying anything you tried to think about. Even her voice rang over the man singing the song.

“I’m not leaving.” The steadfast reply grounded you. It was sure and confident, making you squeeze his body tighter. Even the monotone sound of his voice was comforting. It was him.

The song stopped eventually, but Alhaitham did not move from you. he would stay for however long you needed or wanted him, letting you tell him stories about her and how you became life long friends. He listened. he was so good at that. The song played in the background again and again as you spoke, but now, after a long cry and a bit of talking, it seemed to wrap you in sweet reminiscence.

*sobs*

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Alhaitham x reader NSFW

Smuuuuuuut

HELP IM SO DOWN BAD FOR THIS MAN.

NSFW MDNI

this is from a poll I did a while back and never got to but now I am!! This guy goes from submissive to dom by the end god he’s so hot

ENJOY BC I LOVED WRITING THIS

Preview: "Oh…i was tired before, but now you've got me so riled up haven't you? how am i supposed to sleep with all this energy? you'll help me get tired again right?"

soft pillows and cream colored sheets shifted as the tired scholar fell on top of them. The akademiya used to require little of him, but the recent promotion to acting grand sage meant that now he had a lot to deal with. the amount of people asking him questions and creating a loud atmosphere was too much for him to handle. it wore him and his ears out to the point he had to just leave, heading straight home to his shared apartment.

kaveh was on a job and wouldn't be back for a few weeks, meaning alhaitham could actually find rest in his room. you were there that day working on a project of your own in the living room. Both men had said you could come over anytime, so you usually took advantage of that kindness when things got too busy at your own place.

Seeing al haitham open the door and go straight to his room made you curious. the project was practically done, so you decided to follow him back there. it was unusual to see him this tired, as he worked to be anything but that, so you wanted to ask him if he needed anything.

quietly, you opened the door to the grey haired man's room and peeked in, calling out in a soft tone, "haitham? are you awake?"

that earned a lazy wave of a hand, which you took as a sign to come in. when you scanned the room, you noticed he had taken his headphones off and placed them on a nightstand by the bed. ohh...something was definitely up. al haitham told you in the past, when you asked why he wore them all the time, that he had very sensitive ears. Loud noises annoyed and overwhelmed him, so the noise canceling headphones helped. with soft steps you walked over and tapped his shoulder, getting him to turn his head from the covers to look at you.

"can i do anything for you to make you less stressed?"

"yeah..." the handsome man grunted, "would you mind massaging my back? Pretty sure there’s a couple knots"

smiling, you let out a little huff before climbing up and over al haitham to sit on his lower back, your knees propping you up slightly. his jacket was already off on a nearby couch, leaving him in his plain skin tight top that very clearly showed all the muscles along his back. with your thumbs, you started pressing along his shoulder blades and wherever you felt there was a knot or a tense area.

he hummed when something felt good, letting out a bit of a grunt if you pressed in a really tense spot that needed to be worked out. occasionally, al haitham mumbled into the sheets, whispering things like, "mm...feels good there- maybe a bit harder if you can"

when you were pressing along his nape, continuing your expert work, you got an idea when glancing further up at his head. Those pink tipped ears were uncovered...and you were the only person he let touch them...

hand movements slowed on his nape and slid down his skin to suddenly press on his lower back and waist. immediately, his back arched up since it was unexpected, being a completely different pressure from what you had done so far. al haitham's hands reached back to grab yours out of instinct, but you moved your hands away at the last second. grabbing his wrist, you pinned them together on his lower back, putting weight onto him so it would be difficult for him to try to get up.

his face turned to the side as he tried to look at what you were doing. "what are-ahha-mm wait-"

as soon as he turned his face, you leaned down and started kissing those sensitive ears of his, nipping a bit. Alhaitham’s hips pressed into the mattress, and you could feel his fists clench in your grasp. it always made you feel giddy when the powerful and collected man was reduced to such a state because of you, squirming and trying to get more friction somewhere. Pretty grey eyelashes fluttered closed as he let you do what you wanted.

"plea-please more ah-" that voice started to break, the usual calm tone replaced with a more desperate one, something no one would ever believe the great acting sage would have. His occasional words were punctuated by a jolt of his hips into the sheets, making your stomach flip. Both of you knew where this was going

“Haitham, you’ve been stressed ya?” You whispered lowly, pressing your lips to his ear. his voice was practically singing, moans and soft whimpers grew louder as you tormented his weak spots. Alhaitham knew he could probably break his hands away to stop you, but did he really want that?

he let out a particularly loud sound when you licked the outside of his ear, hips stuttered into the sheets under you. It was easy to tell that some certain fabrics were definitely strained in some places. he panted and whined into the pillow his head rested on, his lips parted ever so slightly. grey brows scrunched together every move you made with your tongue along his ear.

"it’s- so much- other side...mmm~ please..."

Who were you to deny that lust filled plea? Turning haitham’s face, his eyes were wild. They were hungry, begging, having one goal in mind. gently, you brushed grey strands away, accidentally grazing across his ear. a muffled whimper came from his throat and you came back down.

his face tilted up and lewd whimpers erupted from his mouth, pleas to let him feel you while you kissed his ears, desperate hips driving into the sheets. Large hands shifted around in your grip, making it hard to stay in one place over him.

oh it felt good for you too. your legs straddled his lower back that occasionally rose and fell with his hips, causing some friction between the fabric of your thighs and center. Whenever you yourself made a noise, the sound would vibrate to his skin, making him go crazy, so much so that al haitham couldn't take it any longer. he needed to touch you like you had him, make you the one under him.

the handsome man broke his hands away and flipped onto his back. after grabbing your lower waist, he sat up with heavy breaths. his mouth latched on to your neck, his tongue worked relentlessly over a spot he knew was sensitive, toned arms moving to firmly wrap around your figure.

"cmon now~ you wanted to help me relieve stress…please let me…it’ll feel good for you too” that dominant manner of his returned pretty quickly, but who was complaining.

"but-i wanted to make this about you, you've been so tired..." you retorted. It was true, but you also just didn't want to stop teasing him with his weakness just yet. while he was kissing your neck, your fingers came to caress his face, thumbs brushing over his ears. Those rough hands dragged down your clothes, eager to get them off after what you had done to him.

"alright then...touch my body. bare hands on bare flesh? i need you please won't you touch me more?" lustful eyes hazily looked up at you, little smile spreading on his face when you nodded. before he laid back down, alhaitham removed his skintight black top and threw it to the side, not caring for where it landed despite his usually organized system of things. he then laid down with his chest and stomach wide open to you, his muscular arms up and underneath the pillow he rested his head on. Your hips now rested right above his hard on, and those eyes swirled with a consuming want, green gleaming from his embedded jewel.

your hands ran from his prominent collarbone to the v line by his hips, earning soft groans that vibrated through his steadily rising lungs. the soft padding on his chest was warm, you couldn't help but play with it. He laughed once, still finding your attraction to his chest as curious as the first time you saw him without a shirt, although you were staring long before.

while you leaned in to kiss his sensitive ears, your hands continued to roam up and down his sculpted form. for a while you stayed, making him lose himself, until you wanted more. Fingers worked down his body hastily, starting to play with the lining of his pants.

"Yeah come on-hah…" haitham’s voice sounded just as eager as you were, adjusting his hips for you to pull the fabric down enough. Slowly you set him free from the tight constraints, watching as his weeping cock throbbed when you pulled everything down. Your eyes stayed on his, catching his lips part when your fingers danced over his skin. Wrapping your fingers around the base, you gave an experimental squeeze. He jolted immediately, brows furrowing in pleasure.

“…you get so sensitive when you’re pent up huh haitham baby?” You gave another drag up his length, feeling the bit of precum at his tip drip onto your fingers. Thumb came up to his tip lightly, swirling around the swollen head. Haitham grunted lowly at that, watching you like a predator. Settling back in between his thighs, you watched his glistening chest rise, giving a long stroke as his lungs raised, noticing the hitch in his breath.

Bringing up a hand, you licked the ends of your fingers, bringing them back down to start working him. You made a mental note to do this more often, watching him fall apart in your hands. Steadily you worked his cock, letting his hips give you a pace that he wanted you to stroke him with. Weeping tip continuously gave beads of pre that helped you to lube your hands, creating a soft wet sound every time your hands went up and down him. His groaning whimpers filled the silence with it, bed creaking softly in the background as well.

You focused on his tip a minute in, watching his eyes scrunch shut, stuttering over an inhale. “God I needed this…needed you to help me de-stress…I thought about you doing this, but fuck~ didn’t think I’d get so addicted to it. Keep going come on a little faster~”

Speeding up accordingly, you let him buck into your hands. One hand worked his base in a sort of twist motion as the other swiped over his swollen head. His cock wasn’t so big that your hands had so much room to work, but archons he had girth, and you loved when it slid in and out of you the most. This might be close though, seeing how much you affect him.

You could tell he was getting close by his breathing, chest rising as his head tilted up to the ceiling, eyes still trained down at your diligently working hands. “Are you close haitham? Want to cum?”

You got repeated “mhmm”’s in whined response, making you speed up on him, feeling the muscles in his inner thighs against you tense. Leaning close, you bit the shell of his ear, and that was the final act. His hands gripped the pillow under his head as a sinful groan escaped him. His cock spit out rope after rope of pent up release, coating his toned stomach and your hands, reaching as high as his chest.

The shock of orgasm rippled through him, and it took a good few seconds for him to catch his breath. Bringing his hands out from underneath, they shot out to you. Rough hands grabbed your thighs and squeezed, head turning to capture your lips that were against his ear. The sloppy kiss consumed both of you, tongues swirling all over and in each other's mouths. Alhaitham tilted his head to fit with yours more, his tongue moving over the underside of your teeth and more.

calloused hands hastily glided under the shirt you wore and played with the landscape of your back, which made you groan into his mouth. he happily took it all in as his tongue ravaged your mouth. one hand was taken from under your shirt and put on the back of your head to push you into his lips more. the other hand moved a bit lower to your waist, bringing your hips to press you down onto him with passion.

Breaking apart, he sat up with you, smirk played on his god-like features. That look was deadly, and meant that you were far from done helping him. slowly, he put pressure between his still hard cock and your wet core. his hips rocked into you while he watched your face.

"Oh…i was tired before, but now you've got me so riled up haven't you? how am i supposed to sleep with all this energy? you'll help me get tired again right?"

those sheets were well messed up when you two continued into the afternoon. you had worked his energy up, so now he had to expend it. it was a mess of lust and passion and neither of you could push away the feelings. no one would interrupt. it was just you two in the creaking bed long into the dusk hours.

Guys bye-

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Scar (wuwa) x reader NSFW

A beast, a man, or both?

Hey guys! From the poll, you guys voted for the hunting thing the most, so here it is! This is completely filthy around the half way point I feel like he’d be a really good dirty talker-

Edit: I’ve added the rest of the full nsfw and oh boy just read

Preview:

“What are you?” You breathlessly got out, swallowing hard.

“Yours~” he answered back, leaning down to press kisses to the exposed flesh of your chest.

It was ironic, a lamb intimidating you, a hunter. You moved into the woods a couple of weeks ago, settling into a shabby cabin. Hours of work turned it into a quaint house, lively and perfect, just for you. Being alone in the woods wasn’t bad at all. The sounds of the tall pines swaying from a breeze and the creatures crushing the leaves under their feet, it was all…right, perfect. You wondered if those rumors were just paranoid tales. I mean, a giant goat-like figure? Stalking these woods in search of something?

You scoff to yourself as you kick the back door open with your shoe, yeah right,. In your arms is a bucket, empty, but by the time you come back, it’s always full. The dirt and soil compact under your steps, marking a trail of footprints leading away from your house. A gun is slung around your back, typically there as precaution, but sometimes you spot a good rabbit or squirrel.

You have yet to see a deer, and the only time you did see one was a mutilated corpse that looked like a bear had sunk its teeth into it. It was rather gruesome, and looked fairly recent. A few couple days were spent in the woods looking for any signs of a bear, but you never found anything.

Crouching down, you cut some edible mushroom from a patch that grew frequently. The moist environment mixed well where the spores tended to land in. From what you could gather in the plentiful forest, you could make some pretty exquisite meals. Soups and other things that keep you healthy and full. The mushrooms filled quite a big part of your basket, so before it got too full you decided to make a few trips to the other places you gathered from.

There was a small grove a little ways away from there, giving many hanging fruits that you really liked. You had buckets placed underneath several of them, catching the fallen fruit when you weren’t there to pick them. Inspecting each fruit, you placed them in your basket until it was near full. A rustling caught your attention, only to be a tiny creature dashing out from a bush.

The bush was new, growing little berries you hadn’t seen before. You wrapped some of them in a cloth in case they were poisonous, waiting to get home to test them and see. With a now full basket, you adjust your gun and set off back home. You’ve traveled the forest so many times that you know your way around and doubt that you would ever get lost.

While on the treck back, you feel strange. The air smells different, ashy. Thoughts race for a second, worried that there might be a forest fire, but that’s practically impossible with huanglong’s provisions and safety measures. With a furrow of your brow, you continue back, eventually making it so your front door once again.

As you approach, you notice a gift on one of your outside tables. You had been getting those ever since you came. Small trinkets and things. You kept them, knowing that crows sometimes did such things as well as other animals. They all went into a little box of random things. Some of those gifts were strung together to make a little necklace that you wore everyday.

You're able to get the latch open, holding it open with your back pressed to it as you walk inside with your new gift in hand. The basket is set down on a large table inside, light pouring in from your little window. You set everything out, putting fruits away and preparing mushrooms for later use. Briefly, you check on your hanging herbs and self grown vegetables before heading out once again to investigate that weird smell.

The gun is still on you, making you feel secure as you try to follow a source of a smell. No smoke, no fleeing flocks or animals, and no heat anywhere. Where’s it coming from?

You end up walking quite a way from the house, still having no luck. About to give up, you turn around, but are suddenly frozen where you stand. All forest chatter ceased immediately, the smell of ash overwhelming your nose. The chittering of animals in the trees stopped, the noises of flying bugs quieted. No bird flew, and all life seemed to have vanished. You could hear your heart beating. They were all hiding from something, and it was painfully obvious you were in clear sight to whatever it was.

Swallowing, your wide eyes scan the area, trying to see anything, hands oh so gently grabbing your shotgun around. Hairs on your neck and arms were raised, and anxiety settled in. You had the power to shoot whatever it was, but there was a nagging dread that weighed down the thought.

With light steps, you start backing up, preparing to make a run back to your house, where the trees are denser and easily navigated by you, giving you potential upper hand should whatever it is give chase. Your frantic eyes finally land on it, the thing that had been eyeing you for much longer.

It was terrifying, hiding still behind a tree with a large part of its body locked on you. Its face was like a skull, with the horns of a lamb or goat. From your distance, it easily surpassed your height, fur dirty with what was clearly blood. Muscular arms were scarred and battered like the rest of its body, impressive eyes like a demon’s. The way it seemed to smile at you, eyes clouded with some sort of twisted affection, made your blood run cold.

Your brain couldn’t process any sort of plan before the beast crushed the ground underneath it, running toward you at impossible speed. You ran immediately, not confident any sort of bullet would penetrate its hide. Those trees could give you cover from its more massive body, if you could get there in time.

The beast was deathly quiet aside from the thumping of its hooves on the forest earth. You don’t know how long it had been eyeing you, but you were in too much of a panic to think about anything other than escape. You could only hear your elated breathing, accompanied by the fast gaining strides of the thing hunting you down. Reaching a densely covered forest patch, you weave quickly through it, sliding down muddy hills and brush, giving a few cuts to your legs.

It seemed whatever it was was still trying to follow behind, tearing through trees to try and reach you. You had to stop for a moment, chest heaving and you slid down, adrenaline making your head spin and legs ache, feeling electric but so wobbly. It was a moment too long, because the beast burst in from the side, clawed hands grasping at you as tree shards flew in all directions. The thing was desperate to have you, and you were terrified to think of what it wanted, mind recalling the body of the deer.

You cried out and scrambled back, yells of terror ripping from your lungs. The gun was beneath you, pressing uncomfortably into your back. With claws grabbing and pulling, you couldn’t do anything, body moving against the soil and leaves.

Its face was close, eyes gleaming in pleasure as it moved on top of you. Your hands pushed against its skull, kicking legs not reaching its inverted goat ones. A purr like growl came from its throat, pressing itself close to you anyway it could. The fur was physically hot, and the overwhelming smell of ash returned.

The clawed hands restrained you at last, and quietly you cried, tears of fear falling to the dirt below, scared to even look at the thing above. It nuzzled you, vibrating hums and growls that traveled through your body. The beast kept doing that, not hurting you with its giant teeth or claws, just nuzzling. It was perplexing, the way it was…affectionate?

“What do you want from me…?” you whimpered out, words just spilling, although you doubted a beast like this could be sentient or in any way respond. The claws didn’t puncture you, merely keeping their hold on you to ensure you couldn’t leave. You almost came down from panic, but it only returned as a loud cracking came from the creature, back contorting and face spasming how the skull could. The beast was…becoming smaller.

You tried to scramble away, but the claws held you as they cracked, a low growl coming from the beast, menacing enough to diminish thoughts of escape. Closing your eyes from the disturbing bend of limbs, you prayed from your gut that you would get out of this alive. The weight of the claws had lifted slightly, legs finally bending forward to touch yours. Opening your eyes with uncertainty, you witnessed the last few seconds of transformation.

Its, or rather his, warped head finally settled into a scarred human face, eyes shifting from a goat’s to a male’s, two different colors staring at you. His body, scarred like his face, was sculpted and dirty, tattered red clothes hanging on his skin, covering what it needed to. Fur shifted into skin, and on his head silky strands of white with red appeared. The smile he gave as his body settled over you made you cry out, scared beyond anything.

The man leaned down, nuzzling once more to you, more boldly on your chest this time, jostling the necklace that lay there. A voice came from him, raspy and a sort of desperate want you couldn’t place.

“I knew you would wear them…my gifts led me to you and…and oh~ you smell so good…” his hands were tightening, making you wince and struggle. This was the rumored beast, surely. A shifting sort of goat creature that had most likely caused that horrible scene with the deer. The gun shifted below your back, making you grunt, hands trying to reach for it. Immediately he sat up, hips pinning you down as he reached down, smile changing into a deathly stare as he pulled the gun out and away.

That smile returned as he looked over the gun, chest and body shaking slightly as he laughed through his words, “y-you wanted to shoot me? Why would you do a thing like that?” You weren’t sure if he wanted an answer, too scared to give one anyway.

“My sweet delicate little mate,” his honeyed voice emphasized on the sweet and delicate, “you don’t need that, and you don’t need to be scared. You took my gifts of affection and I’ll-I’ll be gentle…so gentle…”

His hips were on yours, breathless pants coming from him as he towered over you, hands returning to your arms. “You’ll help me right? It-it came so much earlier than I’d thought, and you just walked right to me. You couldn’t have smelled my pheromones if you…if you hadn’t accepted my gifts.”

Looking at him, his lips were wet, lower lip being bitten by sharp canines as he looked at you with an evident lust, flush across his cheekbones. A shiver ran through you, mind running fast, realizing you couldn’t think of any escape. You saw how he tossed your gun away a few seconds ago, the metal bent out of shape so easily.

“What are you?” You breathlessly got out, swallowing hard.

“Yours~” he answered back, leaning down to press kisses to the exposed flesh of your chest. “And you’re mine…I’ll mark you, and maybe you'll…you’ll be full of me inside…I’ll make you full~” he began to rock himself into you, tongue trailing up your chest as he rambled.

He was hot, skin giving off feverish temperatures as he rubbed against you. “Please…please let me in your bed. I’ve seen you…and you just need me in it with you I know it…” The man beast whined out, eyes closing and lips glistening. Maybe it was the pheromones he was releasing, but he looked hot like that. Needy and desperate.

“Do…do you have a name?” You shakily get out, wondering if maybe you play civil, you could keep him from killing you, still unsure of his goal despite the strained fabric rubbing on your lower stomach. The look you received when you tried to grab your gun made you fear enough.

“Call me Scar, love, worthless dog…I’ll love anything you call me by. Please take me…it’s too hot.” his breath came out in pants, sweating scarred chest huffing in and out. You were conflicted. Here, he looked harmless, just a whimpering horny mess needy for you. The same man that threw your gun away, and hunted you a couple minutes ago in a horrid form.

He knew where you lived, planted gifts there that you absentmindedly strung into a necklace. You practically went looking for him, inviting him with the very gifts around your neck, making him go crazy. Breathes came out from you heavy as well, seeing the mess he was already making on your clothed stomach, not quite dripping down onto it yet. Scar bit his lips so hard a drop of blood flowed down his mouth, eyes locked on the necklace.

Maybe you were crazy. Maybe you had become lonely, mentally trying to block out reality with your daily routine. You hadn’t felt touch in so long, and he seemed more than willing to please you if you didn’t refuse him. You moved out to be at peace, but it didn’t help with wanting a bit of romance in your life. Looking at him in the eyes finally, he smiled wildly from such a small interaction.

Giving in, the fear from moments ago gone, you whispered, “are you going to hurt me?” Ready to follow up after response.

“Ohh~ I would never hurt you…I’d-I’d tear apart anything that tried. I promise I’ll only love you…make you my mate.”

Swallowing hard after hearing him give a particularly long groan and a stutter of his hips, you got out, “if you release me and let me get my gun back, I’ll…I’ll take you back.”

Scar smiled and laughed, leaning to give a sloppy kiss to the middle of your breasts. “I wouldn’t allow you to shoot me~”

A shiver ran through, but it was good you weren’t thinking about it anyway. Slowly, his clawed hands trailed your arms, tracing down your waist before coming off reluctantly. Your arms were free. You slid out from under his spread thighs, making his breath hitch and eyes close for a second.

You stood up eventually, wary of his movements. Scar simply looked up at you with a smile, canines visible as his hands reached out to your legs, slipping off as you walked over to your gun.

…or what was left of it. There was a handprint dent in the metal where he grabbed it and threw it away. Sighing, you picked it up, unaware of how he had gotten so close behind you. Arms snaked through your ribs, settling to cross over one another on your stomach. Scar pulled you to him, giggling a little before whispering, lips to your ear, “hurry~ take me into those warm sheets, let me take my time with you…”

Internally, you wondered if this was a bad idea.

…

After finally making it back to the house, scar behind you matching your walking speed, you turned. He smiled innocently and kissed a strand of your hair he had been holding gently, starkly different to the beast that had stared at you in the woods. Scar walked ahead as you put your gun away, opening the door and waltzing in like he lived there now. Did he now though?

Walking in after him, you closed the door. There was, still practically naked in his tattered clothes, biting into a fruit you had put away. You huff with hands on your hips, but internally you were glad he didn’t just feed on meat, adding to the trust you were placing in the man.

He smiled again, then eyes went wide as your bed came into his vision. Scar walked briskly over to it, fruit in his mouth like a puppy as both his hands ran over the sheets, finely made from huanglong. Looking to you with a claw swirling the sheets and his other hand holding the bitten fruit, he gleamed, “it’s big enough for sure~”

Rolling your eyes, you went to organize your things, but quickly turned when you hear a thud and a pained moan. Whipping around, you see his body has given out, hands clawing at the sheets, bitten fruit rolling on the ground. Scar’s face is twisted, cut off groans and jolts racking his body, his thighs shaking on the floor. Back when he had first caught you, you remember him saying something about ‘it had come earlier than usual’ or something like that, and you were sure that he was referring to a heat cycle. The prime time for animals to…breed with their mate.

Sweating internally, you walked over and placed a hand on his scorching hot back. Those eyes fluttered to you, in pain, but so lost in pleasure. Weakly, he reached for you, burying his face into your available thigh. Hands reached higher as they could, tugging at your clothes.

“It hurts…I wanna be yours~” He whispered, eyes on yours. Your teeth bit into your finger that was at your speechless lips. What were you supposed to do, and how would you help? Slowly, he stood up, arms trapping you into him, rutting into you slowly. Balance shifted, making you sit on the bed, Scar climbing on top, trying to shed the tattered clothes off.

“It’s so hot…ngh- please let me in~ I need it~ need to make you my mate~” his head was hung, hair covering his face as he went low, claws hooking around your waistband, pulling impatiently already. And well, you couldn’t really resist that needy look could you, not after you’d been so lonely.

You could indulge in this for a bit…right? Oh how mistaken you were, realizing it as he laughed madly while pulling at your fabrics at the thought of utterly ravishing his mate.

Pulling him in by his shoulders, you helped in removing the remaining fabrics on his top. Once off, he sat up a bit to give you a view, revealing to you the scarred skin that glistened as he got hotter. He grabbed your hands, making you trace your fingers over and down, causing his teeth to bite his lip where it had bled before, eyes closing briefly in pleasure.

You blushed at his expression, those dual colored eyes looking through you like a predator finding a sweet little bunny. They held yours in such a tense lust, locking as he traveled down, clawed fingers tracing your skin over the fabric, goosebumps appearing where they had been. Your hands gripped the bottom of your top, twisting it up and off, giving him a similar view of what lay beneath, the necklace now laying on your bare breasts. Scar groaned and let his head fall to your lower stomach, white hair splayed over your flesh, his teeth biting softly.

Hands belonging to you were entangled in it before you even realized, pulling at the soft strands. Eyes closed as you did, claws digging into your skin a bit. It was too much, one of his hands reaching down to pull your leg to his lower half, pressing against his ache.

“Mm…gonna breed you so good~ I won’t let you leave- I'll keep you in this bed until your womb is so full of my cum…you crying my name~” filthy whispers came endlessly from his mouth, eyes squeezing shut as waves of pain came over, the heat underneath all that fabric killing him. Out of breath, he hooked a firm grip on the hems of your bottom fabric, pulling everything down swiftly. You let out a sound of surprise, which he drank up with his tongue down your untouched skin.

Pushing you further into your bed, his hands roughly shoved the rest of his own pants out of the way, finally settling between your legs. He leaned forward to your bashful face, arms on either side. That moment was long, heavy breaths that made your heart skip a beat as he curled the sheets under his palm.

He was there, you could feel his swollen cock right on you, ready to stuff itself into your womb. Scar inhaled your scent as he pressed his face to your skin, hands coming from the sheets to push your bare legs up, getting you into a comfortable mating press…for now. Clawed fingers were impatient, squeezing and shifting like his hips, ready to devour yet so careful with his mate.

Whispering quietly as those eyes roamed your naked figure, he couldn’t seem to hold back anymore, mouth opening to let you hear, “you’ll be so full of me~ split on my knot and milking me for all I have, and I’ll give you everything…”

You let out a whimper at those words, something that made a shiver run through the beast above you. A twitch on your skin made your eyes track down, seeing what he was using to make you his. It was unscarred unlike the rest of his body, more of a reddish pink at the tip, more so because of his heat. Seeing it scared you a bit, but the way he was slowly pulling you open to slide himself over to work you both up had you throwing that slight hesitation away.

His cock dragged along your pussy, fingers gently holding you open even as you were already spread for him. Every upthrust had your clit being rubbed on a vein underneath his dripping cock, making you jolt under him. As his hips rocked along, his face dragged over your plush chest, tongue and teeth marking the whole expanse. Those eyes locked with you again, mad smile of pleasure and obsession making you smile a bit back.

Feelings too strong to withstand came over him, a particular wave of heat causing him to grit his teeth and grip your thighs. Quickly, he grabbed his slick length, pressing it needily to you, working until his head slipped through. A groan escaped him as you concentrated on breathing, feeling the stretch he was causing.

Going to his elbows over you, face to face, his glossy lips parted slightly, “Come on come on gonna start- get the rest inside…” his hips kept pushing without doubt or pause, causing you to gasp out, hands holding onto his back, feeling the scars over his skin. “That’s right-mm~ you’re taking me allll the way in~ am I already so deep in you?”

Those maniacal laughs vibrated through your lungs, the sensation of being filled and stretched all you could concentrate on. Scar moaned into your neck so graphically, heat soaring through his body and sticking to your naked flesh. Your hands held on tight as he kept pushing, already trying to thrust what was in. Opening your mouth, you let a pained cry escape, to which he cut off by shoving his hot tongue into the opening.

Sloppy make out ensued as he rocked inside, trying to push in that last inch or two. His teeth bit your lip, some blood from his previous cut could be tasted on his lips. Scar groaned into your mouth like an animal, his heat becoming overwhelming as he was finally connected with his mate, stretching you to the full length of him, molding you so you’d never forget how it felt.

“Fuck-fuck~” you breathed out in between breaths, something you couldn’t get too often with the way his mouth molded with yours. With hands on your hips and thigh secure, scar pulled out briefly, disconnecting with your tongue to view the slick coating him before pushing back in with a wild smile.

He pushed your legs down, putting you in a tighter mating press. Gravity did a lot of the work, keeping him sheathed in your tightness for him to pull out and slam back in, impatiently chasing that insatiable pleasure you gave each other. Rough pants escaped everytime his pushed back in, gaining a harsh rhythm that took your breath away.

Tears pricked your eyes as he began pounding inside, slamming into you so hard the bed creaked every thrust down, head pressed to your chest. Spit fell from his lips, landing across your breasts. Noticing it even in his mindless state, he licked it up with his tongue, making a path to your neglected nipple. With a grin, he suckled the soft flesh in his mouth, making a sloppy pop sound when he released it.

“You feel my cock? It’s gonna pump, you, full. So full you’ll be leaking my cum for days~” his syllables were often punctuated by sharp thrust into your pussy, sweaty hips connecting with your clit. Words formed in your own mouth, but you couldn’t seem to get them out, the only things audible being your whimpers and moans.

His pace was unrelenting, pushing you to the brink several times. That swollen tip hit that good spot inside over and over, sending electricity through your body. Scar took notice, making sure to never miss when he pushed back down. Leaning forward still, you were practically one person. Scar’s mouth and teeth opened to the side of your neck, inhaling deeply of the scent in your hair as he bit hard.

Fingers moved to his hair and lower back, gripping tightly as the base as your other rose with his hips every punishing thrust. Even though neither had cum once, it was already the best experience of your life, feeling the effects of becoming someone’s ‘mate’. The necklace jostled on your ribs, making a clinking sound between pieces that pierced the squelching sounds that came with the movement.

Scar could feel it, that build up that he knew oh so well whenever he smelled your lingering scent after dropping off a gift. The scent that made him muffle his mouth as he desperately drove his needy cock into his clawed hands.

Now he pushed and pushed repeatedly into your depths, making sure you knew whose you were, are. The look on your blissful face made him all the more eager to put his pent up cum into you. He wanted to make you cum and grip his cock, not that he would ever leave your warmth. Thoughts spiraled as he chased a high.

“Ngh! Mm-Scar~ scar…” his name fell from your lips over and over, feeling yourself come undone already. You knew he wouldn’t stop after you came, but that thought still made your stomach flutter. A few more pumps from him, and you pulled him impossibly close as you launched your back up into him, clenching so hard around him he groaned loudly into your neck. You were seeing stars on the wooden boards of the ceiling, feeling yourself reach the hardest orgasm as you sucked him in further, his thrust not stopping even as he took you through the waves of pleasure you would surely feel again.

Scar was shamelessly vocal, telling you how he was going to give you his load right into your womb, high off the idea of your flesh swelling where he would fill you. With several more filthy squelches from your pussy taking in his swollen cock, he stuttered, pressing in deep still with small thrusts and pouring thick ropes of cum into you. Scar’s voices dried out as his first climax took over, his face unseen as he was pressed to your neck under your open jaw.

Heavy breathing came from both as you let it crash over, but you both knew it wasn’t done. You realized this mainly after the base of his cock started swelling inside your walls, knotting you full to make sure his cum stayed inside. It was painful, stretching you still after you had just gotten used to his length. Finally coming up to look at you, he brushed sweaty hair back, speaking softly, “I’ll wait only a moment, but that’s all you’ll get tonight love~”

You looked at him above, clawed fingertips tracing your delicate skin with deranged giggles as you tried to calm down. Your skin jumped where they traced, the sharp points making you shiver. Palms fully gripped your thighs, moving them where he wanted as he felt his knot minimize slightly, already beginning to rock inside you again.

“You’re not full enough…you need to take everything, cry when I have nothing else in me to give you in here~” his hand pressed the slightly raised skin above your womb, and instantly your pussy clenches around him, making his moan out.

“Looks like you’re ready to start again hmm? Ready for me to keep pounding this warm heat into you?” His words were lost as he started playing with your clit, licking his long fingers before drawing tight circles over your bud, the other hand holding you open for easy access.

You cried out at his fast ministrations, still extremely sensitive, throbbing around him still. Laughing again, he kept up the pace, eager to set a new rhythm at which your pussy would take him. It would take all night for him to give you everything, and even then it wouldn’t be enough. But, you’d stay with him until he was done right? Like a good mate.

Masterlist!

[the-moons-tears]

Alhaitham x reader (Harry potter/hodwarts au)

꧁mirror mirror꧂

involving quidditch, the mirror of erised, the tri-wizard tournament, as well as yule

Childhood rivals to lovers type beat with SPICE at the end~

Ik that the oldest age in hogwarts is like 18 so we're gonna pretend that that's like what a first year is bc alhaitham is like in his 20s or something and that's way beyond what hogwarts grads are

Preview:

"I saw those pretty hands gliding up my body, and you looked at me with those eyes that begged me to just ravage you."

You still remember the day clearly. The sorting hat was placed on your head in front of hundreds of soon to be peers, and you were confident the hat would put you in the house you saw yourself being most successful. Slytherin.

The sorting hat shouted slytherin in a matter of seconds, sparking cheers among the green robed student tables. You got a few ugly looks from other houses, but you smiled at their disgust, feeling proud of yourself as you took a seat amongst those you welcomed you to the house.

The rest of the ceremony was pretty boring, but you remember a grey haired boy who was also put in slytherin that day sitting across from you. You thought it wouldn't hurt to go ahead and start making allies, so you stuck out your hand and introduced yourself.

"Hello, my name is _" your hand was clearly put in his vision.

"..." the boy simply looked at your hand, and then pointed to some headphones he had on. After that, he turned to watch the other people get put in their houses like you didn't exist. Appalled at his rude 'greeting' back, you marked him as the most undignified person you've ever met. He didn't even bother to utter a word. Luckily the other people around you were polite, and gladly started conversation with you.

Classes were easy that first year, and your teachers all adored you as you put on your best 'lovely innocent girl' act on around them. So easy to manipulate really. The one downside was having a certain someone in every. Single. One of your classes. And boy did he get on your nerves. He could see right through your act, and would often say things like,

"Don't you think it's a bit rude to put an act on around your teachers?" To which you would often reply, "Don't you think it's rude to ignore someone who tried to greet you with the utmost courtesy?" He didn't seem fazed by your retorts, which didn't bother you. You couldn't care less about what alhaitham thought of you. (you learned his name from some group of girls talking about him) You were too busy with your activities and academics to give a damn.

Your second and third year spent in hogwarts were eventful for sure. Once again you had majority of your classes with a certain someone, but these years he actually talked to you more. Most of the time it was criticism and apathetic comments, but you actually found them quite funny. Especially when they came out of nowhere.

Being in slytherin, it was easy for you and alhaitham to gain popularity. Two totally different groups, but popular none the less. Tons of people liked you, and tons of people liked him. Big groups would follow you around, and it was fun to have upperclassmen of the time join the group sometimes. All were interested in your witty charisma as well as your academic prowess.

The same could be said for Alhaitham. His group was more on the quiet side, but occasionally a bigger group of people wanting to get to know him would merge into the gathering. It was apparent that he didn't like being around lots of people though, as he would usually disappear after a few seconds if it got too chaotic.

Once, you saw him walking rather quickly down a hall, so out of the kindness of your heart, you turned as he walked passed you saying, "There's an empty room to your left if you need a place to hide."

Alhaitham stopped and looked at the room. "Thanks." And walked right past. Your mouth hung open before you shut it with a huff, sending a middle finger his way. So rude.

Quidditch games were always so competitive and got you riled up. Curses coming from you could probably be heard from across the field, directed at the other team as well as your own. You weren't interested in playing, and to your surprise Alhaitham wasn't either. For how good he was at riding a broom, he refused everyone who suggested he play the game. Said that if he got injured it would distract him from his studies, which you very much doubted. He'd probably lose an arm and still get a perfect grade.

Even if he didn't play, he sure watched the games. The crowd wasn't the best place to be, but he had his headphones usually set to noise canceling, letting him watch the game in peace. The only thing that made him turn his head was hearing your yells and shouts somewhere in the crowd. He'd find you and tell you to stop shouting with a deadpan face, to which you would bark in his face at how it wasn't your fault the team sucked at guarding a small goal and needed to be told that.

Alhaitham would blink once at your outburst, never having seen you so on fire before, but because he still wanted to watch the game he simply moved up rows with the rest of the people who followed him. Even though the game was right in front of his face, he found his eyes constantly wander down to you, seeing you shout and shake your hands when a team would make a mistake or even when they did something right.

Seeing other people get so close to you during the game made his eyes instantly lock on their backs. Not that he cared, it was just that he personally wouldn't like having people so close to him, so he imagined how you might feel uncomfortable. Not that he wanted to be there instead.

Often times he would find you in the slytherin common room reading some academic book in your studies, and sometimes he would get curious, walking over behind you and peeking at your book. You wouldn't notice him, too preoccupied in your little realm of reading to notice, and it gave him rare opportunities to study your face when it wasn't twisted in a cursing shout or sneer at him. He thought your face was...nevermind. He'd leave before he finished that thought.

The rigorous courses you both took often repeated the cycle of keeping you both in the same classes. Neither of you minded, being equally fed up with each other's presence to not care anymore. He was simply in your class, looking handsome and poised and-hold on. You caught yourself mid thought and your eyes shot up. No no no, that's alhaitham, the guy who couldn't care less what you thought of him. Those teal grey eyes had no power over your mind.

Alhaitham took measures to ensure his work load wasn't too hard, so he could be as lazy as he wanted while still enrolled in hard classes. You did the same, enjoying all the free time being smart allowed you to have. The hours of free time were often spent by yourself, but it was becoming more frequent in your fourth year that you be in the common room at the same time Alhaitham was. Both would respectively mind their own business, until your professor assigned a project and randomly picked your two names together to become a pair.

After a failed attempt at trying to get a different partner, you were forced to handle this project with who you now considered to be an academic rival. Whenever he'd do slightly better than you, he'd look over your way for a brief second with a hint of a smile gracing his features. God it annoyed you, but then again you would do the same when the vice versa happened. Working together proved to not be difficult in terms of the actual project itself, meeting and talking about it however, was an extraordinary pain in the ass.

Alhaitham wouldn't respond to you half the time, fit to just work on a part by himself. You would do your work, but you kept trying to get him to collaborate as was part of the project. "Y'know the point of this is to actually work together. I'm just asking for you to work with me on this."

"What, you can't do it so you need my help?" His eyes stayed trained on his own work. At least you got a response.

"You know I don't. I simply want us to be able to say we actually worked together for this group project. You do understand the meaning of a group project right?"

"Since when did the girl who acts all cute in front of the professors want to tell the truth about a group project?"

"That is completely irrelevant to your incapability to man up and have the brief mental capacity to sit next to me and do a simple task."

"Ooh big words. That definitely compelled me to do absolutely nothing."

Once again you were left stunned. This man made your blood boil. You looked down after just leaving him to his own work, noticing how you crumpled an innocent piece of paper in your hand. You pouted your lip and tried your best to smooth it out, which didn't go unnoticed by alhaitham's brief check in his peripheral, making him smile a bit.

Once the whole project was turned in and graded, you both received perfect grades for "working together" and went on about your business. You were a bit bitter about Alhaitham's unwillingness to work with you, but that didn't matter now. You didn't have to deal with him anymore, at least if luck remained on your side.

Your professor in a different class nearly gave you a heart attack when they assigned a group project as well. This time, you were given a choice of who to pick, so you found two people who you actually had good friendly chemistry with to do the assignment. Alhaitham also found two other guys quite easily, and you definitely picked up on the multiple different girls wanting to pair up with him. He chose the guys before anyone could ask, so it was impossible for them to try and talk to him about being partners.

You laughed at the girls silently. Who in their right mind would ever find that person charming? Who would like to spend hours of their time looking at a smooth face with piercing eyes and rosy lips, with a body paired well with his facial features noticeable even through the robes? Who'd want that?

The project this time was to study certain objects around hogwarts, report on what their effects were, their history, and how they worked. Your group had chosen their respective object of choice, and alhaitham's group chose the mirror of erised, which at the time was still kept in an empty room.

Everyone had gone to find their chosen object of study, so Alhaitham arrived quickly at his group's object first, wanting to go ahead and do his part so that he could have the rest of class to himself. Once the other two guys came into the room with their papers and ink, they quickly commented on what they saw in the mirror. Alhaitham wasn't too interested in looking in the mirror just yet. He took it upon himself to just write about its history in depth. The other guys were competent enough to be able to write good stuff to make sure they got a perfect grade.

"Man I can't quit looking at the mirror. I'm seeing my mom's pastries right in front of me." One boy was practically drooling in front of the glass. The other was standing with his arms crossed. He was from the quidditch team.

"I see myself catching the snitch. It's harder than it looks, and I've got a match coming up."

"What do you see Alhaitham?"

"Can't imagine what you might want, you get perfect grades and everyone likes you."

Alhaitham didn't flinch, nor did he look at the mirror. He just made up an answer to get them to not ask him anything else. "I saw myself getting a perfect grade for this project." The two guys nodded and went on doing their part of the assignment. All three finished rather quickly, so they all packed up ready to go do whatever they wanted. It wasn't due for around three days. As Alhaitham gathered his own organized things, he decided to finally take a glance at the mirror or erised.

"Hey, why's he staring at the mirror?" One whispered to the other. "Well he's smarter than both of us combined, probably doing something average people can't understand." The first brought a hand to his chin and nodded his head.

But the reason why Alhaitham couldn't tear himself from the mirror was not because of some genius thought relating to the project. What he saw made him physically pause and do a double take. At first he turned back, expecting to see a certain person standing in the doorway like they were in the mirror, but no one was there.

Oh god, he thought, he knew exactly what this meant, but he couldn't believe it. Turning back to peer into the large mirror, he was greeted by a different sight, but involving the same person. Familiar arms he had seen shake at the slytherin team in a quidditch match were snaking themselves around his body, creeping up his clothing.

Your eerily lustful gaze stayed connected with his wide eyed stare, looking at him through the mirror, drawing him in closer. You were right there practically on him in the mirror. The same adorable face that would scowl at him. The same body shorter than his.

In this reflection, his body started to move. His veiny hands covered yours, before quickly enrapturing you into a passionate kiss. His hands roamed your body and up your top. The reflection was clearly showing him everything he most wanted. Before he could be shown anything else, he quickly broke his eyes away, mouth slightly open and fists that gripped his bag tight.

He was practically betraying himself. Falling in love with the person who annoyed him most? Looking briefly at the mirror, he saw his reflection's hands pulling on your waistband while his lips wildy pushed against yours. Once more he tore his eyes off, immediately moving to get out of the room.

As soon as he left however, he practically ran into your figure. You happened to be walking back to class alone, what coincidence that Alhaitham would run into you. His hands gripped your shoulders automatically to stabilize himself. "What happened to you? Your face is super flushed..." you voiced genuine concern. Alhaitham never looked this way. He was always deadpan stare or judgemental look kind of guy. Now...his brows were furrowed, his eyes were hazy, his hands were gripping your shoulders still, and a bright red adorned his cheeks.

He couldn't deny the horrifying realization that he wanted to do it. What his reflection did. Before he could act on his thoughts, he composed himself and backed away from you. His coughed and fixed his face before he quickly strode away.

"Maybe you're unaware, but you have this thing where people ask you a question and you don't respond." you catch up to him and stand in front, blocking him from moving further. His gaze wouldn't meet yours, so you leaned into him to lock eyes with him. "Hey, I'm actually wondering what happened-"

"...I'm fine. Nothing you need to concern yourself with." He quickly passed you again, leaving you to stand there in wonder. What made him so worked up and flushed? You remembered that he ran into you after coming out of the room over there...the room with the mirror.

You had heard about people going insane in front of it, so you decided to leave it alone. Maybe he was right, it was nothing you needed to concern yourself with.

Alhaitham had a hard time dealing with his feelings. He'd lay in bed thinking about it, reminiscing your interactions with each other. The image of you in the mirror would flash in his mind throughout the night, making him cover his eyes and stare at the top of his bed frame. The mirror had shown him what he wanted most, and he couldn't stop thinking about what he saw. He came to terms with himself at some point in the late hours, determining that he needed to have you.

That same night you were staying up with your girl friends, talking about the guys in your year. Stories about toxic exes and heartwarming crushes made you all laugh and sigh as the minutes passed. At some point the topic changed to potential crushes and just general who was boyfriend material.

"what about you? You're always getting confessions, but you never say yes to any of them. Who's your ideal guy?"

"Well...I guess I'd like some guy who was competent and witty. Someone who has a bit of pride in themselves but not arrogant. Down to earth and well built. I really like those piercing eyes that aren't afraid to look at mine."

"Y'know that sounds a lot like that popular grey haired guy. A lot of my friends have talked to me about him before."

"Alhaitham right?"

"Ya him-eh, hey why's your face so red?"

"Do you find him attractive? It would make sense you guys have so many classes together! Look she's blushing!"

They all turned to you as you held a hand to your mouth. It had clicked. You liked him. You liked the guy that was constantly ignoring or being rude to you. How could you, practically confessing to yourself and the girls in the room that you liked him. An exaggeration, but you felt like your world was caving in on you from the realization.

The girls teased you for the rest of the night, but promised not to tell a soul. You tried to explain that you didn't like him, but your bright red hue was a dead giveaway.

Growing tension between you and Alhaitham rose ever since those few days although neither would let the other onto anything. After you had stayed up that night, you were very tired and had lost some of your coordination while walking down a staircase. Alhaitham happened to be walking up while reading a book, and noticed when you accidentally skipped a step. Your foot missed a step and you fell forward. It was a cliche, but Alhaitham extended an arm to catch your waist, pulling you to him to lessen the impact. Your hand went out to protect yourself, which ended up right on a plush chest belonging to the man who caught you.

Peeling yourself off of him hurriedly after seeing who it was, your hands waved frantically as you spoke, "I'm so sorry i-i wasn't paying attention ok cool I'm gonna go now." Quickly you ran down the stairs and out of his sight, leaving alhaitham with his arm still out from how he was holding you. You fell into his arms and touched his chest. He held you in his hand and felt your warmth. Hearing you stutter was a first as well, he'd never seen you lose composure in front of him. You ran away in that moment redder than ever before, and alhaitham was left there still feeling a sensation in his hand.

...

Now come the tri-wizard tournament, when everyone was putting their names into the goblet of fire. You chose to sit inside the room watching everyone put their names in, smiling at the younger ones who couldn't participate. Of course you put yours in. Who wouldn't want the glory that becomes with being a champion? The doors opened once again to welcome new participants who all had their names written on a pieces of paper, but you didn't expect to see that person walk in.

Alhaitham entered the age ring, and cast his paper into the blue flame. People that followed him in cheered and howled, and your face lifted in surprise. Another person entered the ring, and soon everyone's attention turned to the them. "You won't play quidditch, but will participate in one of the most dangerous tournaments out there?" You laughed and he turned to you, walking a ways to peer down at you from your seat. "Pretty sure you also put your name in if I'm not mistaken."

"Maybe." You tucked a piece of hair out of the way and stood to leave the room. Alhaitham lifted his hand for you to help you down, but you hit his hand away after checking where everyone was looking. "It was a courteous gesture...you didn't have to hit me"

You turned to him with an innocent look and tapped your chin. "Do you remember that day i first introduced myself and you-"

"Forget i said anything." He interrupted, which made you laugh a bit. He liked that. You laughing at something he said instead of saying something snarky back. Although, he did find your witty remarks charming. Before you went your separate ways, you turned and extended your hand sarcastically. "May luck be on the best wizard's side. Maybe you can watch me from the sidelines." Alhaitham scoffed a bit before taking your hand and pulling it his way a bit. It took everything in you to not kiss him then and there. He looked down at you challengingly and spoke, "make sure to cheer when i get called."

On the day the championship would be selected, you sat nervously in your seat. The wait was eating you alive as the school's head master made his way finally to the goblet. Everyone became quiet as the flame roared and spit out papers. The other schools received their champion from the fire, so now it was time for to announce the hogwarts champion.

The paper was thrown out, and you felt yourself leaning forward in your seat. Alhaitham was sitting in front of you, also intently staring at the paper. The head master unfolded the piece and looked up.

"Alhaitham!"

Cheers erupted in slytherin and even other houses. You stared at him as he got up from his seat, making eye contact before he began walking. He smiled triumphantly directly at you and you opened your mouth to say something. You couldn't however, as the people were too loud and he was already walking. People congratulated him on his way to the head master, before all quieting when the champions headed down to be interviewed.

The first task was announced shortly, although most champions already figured it out somehow before the announcement. After hearing the word dragons, you immediately booked your seat in the arena. You had to admit you were rooting for alhaitham. He was the most talented wizard you knew besides yourself, even though he'd never hear those words from you.

Seeing alhaitham hold himself against a dragon was...hot. He was sweaty by the end and parts of his clothing were torn, revealing bits of his abdomen and muscular arm. You watched him intensely as he picked up the golden egg and actually found yourself cheering along with the arena. Alhaitham scanned the stands and as his eyes landed on you jumping and smiling, he looked at the ground trying not to let a smile spill.

After the first task, it wasn't long until the yule ball was just around the corner, and students were just about ready to start asking people to the ball. One of your professors had taken it upon themselves to be your grade's dance instructor, prepared to make you all the finest dancers hogwarts had ever seen. You could hear everyone whisper about who to ask, and you received many glances your way. You didn't want any of them to ask you though. You wanted one person, but you didn't think they would ask in a million years.

The day was cold, as winters in hogwarts were, and you chose to spend your weekend reading by the fireplace in the common room. Alhaitham happened to walk in with his own books, and chose to sit on the same couch as you in front of the fire, not noticing you were there at first. You cleared your throat and he turned to you immediately.

"Would you like the couch all to yourself?"

"Well...no, i just thought I'd like you know i was here."

"So then i can stay." He responded and then  turned to his book. You went back to your own books and read, constantly aware that he was right there, and that you wanted to go to the Yule ball with him. Would he think you were weird if you asked? Traditionally the guys asked the girls, but honestly this was your only chance. You had talked with your friends about it and they said it wasn't a bad thing. They actually encouraged you to do it soon.

While in thought, you were interrupted by a group of girls that walked by giggling about asking some guy. Fine, you'd do it. You summoned the courage, but when you opened your mouth, he spoke first.

"Have you been asked by anyone yet?" His book was placed down on his lap and his eyes gazed into yours.

"What? Oh, no not yet. I heard asks just started today." You twisted a strand of hair and looked away into the fire.

"Really...well how would you feel about going with me?" He was a lot closer suddenly, intently looking at you, not letting you escape until you had answered. Your heart was beating so fast, and you couldn't look at him in the eyes. You didn't want him to see the massive blush that had formed.

"S-seeing as how you asked first...and how I'd rather not go with a stranger, yes...I'll go with you." You peeked at him and caught his smile before he turned back to his book, not moving from his closer spot. He was practically elbow to elbow with you.

"Be sure to wear something that matches my emerald suit."

"Why do i have to match yours?" You returned to your "normal" mood of being snarky with him, your head whipping around and filing a complaint about his words.

"Careful, your blush still isn't gone."

Your hands immediately went to shield your face as you turned immediately back to your textile. Fine, you'd find a dress that complimented him.

Soon, some girls from your dorm came and dragged you away from your peaceful reading session with your date, making your protest ring throughout the common room. They practically flung you onto your bed and turned the lights dim, interrogating you like the ministry had seen you perform magic in front of a muggle.

"Did you ask him yet?"

"Did i ask what!" You threw your hands up.

"Girl you know what!" Another pointed her finger at you peering into your eyes.

"He asked me before i could!" You argued and suddenly everyone became silent. As soon as things became silent, they started screaming and jumping on you on your bed. One shook your shoulders while another slammed her fist against the bed sheets.

"We need to go shopping! Immediately!"

"Did he say what he was wearing?"

All these questions were making you red. This was really happening. You were going to Yule with the guy you liked. The rest of the weekend was spent shopping with your friends. Trying on dresses, hairstyles, and makeup that they said, 'should make his jaw drop when he sees you'.

Then came the anticipated night. Oh god it's tonight, you thought to yourself. How were you gonna do this. Your girls were hyping  you up the entire day while getting ready for their own dates. You'd fling your hands up and try to leave the room saying you needed a minute, but they'd grab you and plop you back into your vanity.

They helped you when you needed it, and would recommend when they saw something needed tweaking. After a few hours of panic and getting everything done, you were ready. Standing in front of the mirror, you saw yourself prettier than you'd probably ever looked. Your friends had really dolled you up.

Walking down the stairs made you weak. What would he say when he saw you like this? How would you react to him in a suit more importantly. Entering into the main hallway, your friends hooked your arms around theirs, leading you with them to the place where you may or may not die.

One of your professors found you, taking you away from your friends and telling you that the champions walked in with their dates after everyone, making a grand entrance and then dancing with their dates. Your heart was leaping out of your chest. On top of literally being his date, you'd have to dance with him in front of everyone?

The professor guided you to a secret room outside the Yule entrance where you met with the other champions and their dates. There he was, turned with his broad back facing you until your professor announced your arrival to him. Alhaitham turned, eyes landing on you instantly. You took his breath away. God you looked lovely in that.

He walked up to you after the professor closed the door, and so did the others in the room. You shook their hands and introduced yourself as Alhaitham stared directly at you, waiting for them to leave you two alone. When they resumed whatever discussion they were having before, Alhaitham finally had you.

"You look stunning." His voice was hush, but very clear. Looking at his own outfit of choice, your eyes were blessed. The emerald green that adorned him was spectacular, and the gold that accented it went perfectly with the look. In his outfit, you finally got to see that green gem that was sometimes hinted in his tighter clothing. There was a cut specifically made for it to show, making you want to reach out and run your hand over it.

"You look handsome as always."

"Always?" He raised a brow and you covered your mouth.

"I can compliment people can't i?" Quick recovery.

He let out a soft laugh before someone knocked on the door. The head master had told you it was time to head in. Alhaitham looked down at you and offered his arm, which you took lightly at first. He noticed and put your arm firmer around his.

You all stood outside the doors and waited for your entrance. Soon music signaled your presence, the doors opening wide to reveal a large crowd looking your way. Jealous glances directed at you and alhaitham made you smile a bit haughtily. That's right, he asked you and you said yes. You could spot your friends silent cheers and screams as you walked by.

By the time you reached the end of the walkway, it dawned on you. You have to dance with him now. Alhaitham got your attention rather quickly when his arm made its way to your waist, firmly gripping your side in a way that made heat pool in places it shouldn't.

"Ready darling?" The pet name made you freeze for a second. He was absolutely destroying your composure tonight, and you had a feeling he was doing it on purpose.

The music started, and you placed your hand delicately in his. He intertwined your fingers, and before you could say anything he led you in the dance your professor had taught everyone in. Your other hand was holding onto his shoulder, and you could feel his muscles directly through his suit.

It was magical. Feeling him sway and spin with you while everyone watched. You couldn't stop the smile forming on your face, giving him butterflies in his stomach. He loved your smile. Especially because it was for him. When the song ended and everyone else had joined, you both decided to step back and just watch with punches in your hands. Your conversation had changed to casual talk with bits of what you would actually call flirting instead of your usual gripe at each other.

When the crowd became a lot for you both to be in, you both agreed to step out. You walked back into the champion's waiting area that you were in before the yule had started, knowing it was a quiet private place. They even still had refreshments in there.

Alhaitham closed the door behind him, and you headed over to the drink table, completely unaware of how he was looking at you right then.

When you lifted the glass to your mouth you got a surprise. The one in here had alcohol in it. Probably exclusively for the champions since all had to be of age. It was good, but you made sure to control how much you drank so you wouldn't get tipsy.

"Hey alhaitham, this drink has alcohol."

"Does it?" He walked over and placed an arm on the table, trapping you close to him while he grabbed your glass from your hand. You glanced up at him as he put the drink to his lips. As he drank his Adam's apple bobbed a bit, making you swallow hard. Did everything he do have to be so hot?

When he lowered your glass and set it on the table, he looked down at you, moving his face close. He was going to tell you. Tell you how much he wanted you, needed you. Surely your blushing, stuttering, and the fact that you said yes to the dance was a sign that maybe you felt the same way he did. You firmly planted your feet, eyes now locked with his in a challenging stare.

"Do you want to know what I saw in the mirror of erised when I ran into you that day?" He tilted his head slightly.

"If I remember correctly I actually asked you and was told that I didn't need to concern myself with it." You slid an arm up his suit as he leaned over you, pretending to brush a bit of dust from his shoulder. "But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious~"

Alhaitham smiled and took your arms with calloused hands, putting them on his body and sliding them up. He then spoke in a deep tone. "I saw those pretty hands gliding up my body, and you looked at me with those eyes that begged me to just ravage you." You backed you into the table at the last bit, causing it to move. Quickly he picked your thighs up off the ground and set you on the table, pinning you with his arms on either side of your legs. Oh he wasn't going to let you get away from him.

His sudden change in demeanor had your heart racing. Your chest was rising rapidly from his words, and he could tell. Unconsciously your arms came up and hung on his nape, eyes glazing over.

"I saw myself, grabbing that waist~" you let out a sharp inhale when his hands suddenly slid up your sides and grabbed your waist, making the fabric fold. "And just pushing my lips against you wildly..."

He leaned into your ear and whispered, "would you like me to do that to you? Hmm? Would you like me to mark your skin and kiss you so passionately?" His hands kneaded into your waist as he pressed himself closer to you. You let out exasperated breaths and clutched his clothing, turning your head to his ear.

"Kiss me."

The tight tension between you two broke when you whispered those words, Alhaitham immediately pushing forward and connecting your mouths. The table was too light, moving back abruptly and disconnecting you two. You wrapped your arms around him joining your lips again as he lifted you off the table. When you both arrived at the couch, he laid you down and needily pushed against you. His hands grabbed your body and you gripped the fabric on his back.

Alhaitham was wild, kissing you like a mad man like he said he would. "Do you have any idea how good you look right now?" He would whisper and tense his hands on your sides, making you jolt. You licked his bottom lip and pushed your head up to challenge him as he was practically on top of you.

"I need you to be mine. I'm serious...I really need you."

You groaned into him as he uttered these things between kisses. His tongue pushed and melded with yours, creating a messy symphony of groans and kisses.

"I need you," Your voice finally came through, "I need to have you." You pulled on his collar reeling him back into your lips. After alhaitham had his fill of your mouth, he snuck a hand behind your back and pulled you up onto his lap. There he moved your hair out of the way and gave you a harsh bite on your neck. You would not be able to cover that up unless you wore a high turtleneck. The kisses and bites were full of romance and passion, not lust like this was a one time thing. His words were genuine. He wanted you by his side for more than just tonight. Alhaitham would also wait to do anything more, satisfied with what he got out of you tonight.

By the time you left the room, your neck was littered with hickeys and bites. Alhaitham put his emerald coat over you so that you wouldn't get stared at and guided you out of the champion's room. The ball was winding down and everyone was bound to be heading back to their dorms, so alhaitham walked you to yours. Before you ascended the stairs, Alhaitham spun you around and kissed you again.

"Just one more before you go..." he changed his pace to slow and sensual kisses that left you weak once more. His coat slid off of you and he grabbed it before it hit the floor. Once he separated your lips with a final kiss, he sent you on your way. He chuckled a bit when he saw you almost fall on the way up, looking drunk and flushed.

When you finally got inside your dorm and slid down the doorframe, you couldn't think anymore. A sharp gasp suddenly range through your ears, making you lazily turn your head to the source. Your friends had already come inside at that point and spotted your neck.

"Please tell me you haven't seen your neck yet." One girl scrambled to get a hand mirror, shoving it in front of you. In an instant your eyes widened and you yelled, "Alhaitham!"

The girls squealed and screamed and forced you to talk about it all night long while they also shared stories of how their nights went. Alhaitham laid in his own bed shirtless and thinking about how you would react to seeing how bad he marked you. Would you cover it up? He'd love to see it tomorrow in the light and snow, maybe give you a few more...

Can you tell I love him

GRAHHHH I'm in love with him he needs an outfit hoyoverse please

Masterlist!

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Scaramouche x reader (Spiderman au)

GUYS GUYS SPIDER-MAN SCARA BRAINROT EIFJEJDCKKEFM gods i CANT

Hot emo spider boy grrr

Not very spicy (a bit at the end) this is pretty much just a plot that I enjoyed writing about

Preview:

"all you have to do is keep your pretty eyes open, and try not to fall behind."

Blues, greens, whites, and reds zoomed by the eye coverings on your mask. Noises from the city and its traffic flared up in your ears and ended as soon as they came. The sharp wind whipping your hair around, and the feeling of your suit moving with your body made you feel alive.

Your hands moved methodically in a pull up, release, and shoot cycle. The strong webbing that was naturally formed in your body shot out through a tiny slit in your wrist, and the cut in your suit fabric made it easy to shoot out of.

The ground seemed so far away every time you launched yourself up into the night air, but became almost touchable when you let gravity take you back down. Your lungs took in large amounts of air and released heavily through the mask fabric.

When you arrived at a certain large skyscraper, you began your ascent. The webbing that flew out hit the glass panels which you used to propel you upwards. The noises from the city below grew quieter as you neared the top roof with the internet tower sitting in the middle.

Your hand grasped the edge of the building and used your upward force to swing over the ledge onto the roof surface. Standing upright, the wind hit you and blew your hair away from your face showing you the view that you never got tired of. The city looked so small from there. Leaning over where you just came from, this was definitely the tallest building in your city.

Planes overhead made their presence known by the blinking lights that were flashing from their bodies. Above them lay the stars, although you couldn't see them because of the light pollution. The silence, even though so many things were happening, was always strange. It just showed how high up you were. The wind was your only company with its occasional howl coming from any direction.

Although, your solitude didn't last long. A cold sensation ran down your spine and an instinctual alert inside your mind told you something was coming. A figure, black as the night above came so fast at you, you didn't have time to react.

In a tangle of arms and at the speed of the impact, you and the figure crashed into the part of the roof that led to stairs to the floors below. A loud grunt came from the figure beside you when their head hit the wall.

Your own body had slammed into the stone pretty hard. Obviously it was much worse for you since the impact sent you into the wall first. A strangled gasp for air escaped your lungs after it had been knocked out and you fell to your side with your vision spinning. Rough hands turned you over, ripped off your mask from your face, and grabbed you over your mouth. The other hand held your shoulder to the ground.

Above you, the figure, who you figured was a male, was breathing hard. The hand over your mouth gripped hard, and your attempts to speak failed. In your panic, you shot webbing onto his face with your free hand and kicked him back once you got a leg up from underneath him.

Immediately once you had enough free space, you made a dash for the edge so you could jump off. Alarms went off in your mind again, making you duck in time to see a web shooting overhead at what would have been your neck. The next one, however, you couldn't dodge in time.

White webbing caught your ribs and pulled you to the man again. Before you could blink, you were wrapped in web that was holding you in all directions. You couldn't move, and your mask that protected your identity lay away from you on the ground. When you finally were still, you could see clearly who he was.

Short violet hair moved in the wind revealing a black mask with purple and blue iridescent web looking designs interlacing it. The body suit also had the same design. The person's mask ended at their hairline, letting the bangs that were there fall over it. Everyone had seen him, he was quite famous although no one knew his real identity. The savior of teyvat city, spiderman.

He ran a hand through his hair rubbing the spot that hit the wall and let out a long sigh. "I really wanted an easy night tonight..." the man ran his hands down his face and walked toward you. Without gentleness, he grabbed you face again and tilted it how he pleased.

"What the hell-do you always treat people this way?"

"Well most people I come across that have any sort of power aren't exactly wishing the city a merry Christmas."

Fair. From what you had seen, every time he made an appearance was when a supernatural threat was in the city, like that one battle with a giant lizard you saw on YouTube. You'd seen what he was capable of, and that he probably didn't have any intention other than protecting the city, so you decided to be compliant.

For a bit, he was silent. He brought a hand up that had your webbing that was on his face on it, and his silver eyes on his mask narrowed.

"I watched you swing up here from a distance before attacking you. You shot this from your wrist."

"Yeah, I'm guessing you want a backstory?"

"Normally I wouldn't care, but your web is the same make as mine. It's not coincidental." He then waved his hand for you to speak.

You simplified the story as needed in your head, and begin to tell about your spider experience.

...

You were in college enjoying your student life when it happened. With your university being so close to ILDOTTORE Inc., a lot of students came to study in the sciences, you being one of them.

In one of your leisurely afternoons at the campus park, you were sitting on a bench just looking at the wind blow through the trees when you felt a sharp pain on your hand. The pain continued to spike when you pulled your hand up and shook it. Looking at your palm, sitting there was an iridescent spider that had its fangs lodged in your skin.

It looked abnormal for sure. Its eyes were bigger and it's legs were longer. A strange symbol was marked on its back, almost like an experimental number you would put on test subjects. Without a thought you immediately slapped the spider.

When it didn't come off the first hit, you took off your shoe and pressed it to your hand, not caring about the dirt because the bite hurt. When you got the spider off your hand, you relaxed thinking you'd definitely killed it.

Feeling something moving on your thigh, you looked down and jumped from your sitting position with your hand swatting at your thigh. The spider, with one less leg now, was crawling up your leg until you swat it off.

"Oh hell no, die hoe." You took the shoe that was still off and put it quickly back on your foot. As the spider was speeding away, you chased it a couple of steps from the bench and stomped on it like you'd never put your foot on the ground before. After twisting your foot back and forth on the spider, you took your shoe off an examined if it was really dead.

It twitched only once even though it was completely crushed, but that was enough to smush it again until you were only looking at a black smudge on the concrete path.

Ever since that day, you had to stay in your apartment with a sick excuse because of the changes your body was undergoing. The pain was blaring. Your hands would stick to things randomly, and your vision would shift from regular to being able to see through walls. You felt feather light, could move faster, and jump higher.

The strangest parts were the fact that you could shoot webbing from openings in your wrists, and that you would get a strange feeling when something was about to happen. Your reaction time had heightened and your body molded itself into being fitter.

After days of change and determining that the spider gave you those powers, you found ways to control your new abilities. You even made yourself a suit from your webbing. After school days, you would practice in a remote alleyway what all you could do. Swinging around and climbing walls wasn't as hard as you thought. Watching videos of Spider-Man's fights also gave you some tips on how to move well. You were around one month into your new experience before this incident.

...

"So that's where it went...And you made sure 100% that you killed the spider?"

"The only thing left was a blot on the ground. Pretty sure it's dead."

"Great. My two problems have been cut to one."

You wondered if the problem he was referring to was you and the spider. You were correct.

"So can you let me out now?" You wiggled the only movable thing your body, which was your hands. Spider-Man laughed sarcastically and stepped backwards to sit onto the edge of the building. The wind picked up swaying his hair, and his eye pieces on his mask moved in a gleeful expression that you knew had a teasing glint in them.

"Nah, you can get out yourself. You're the same as me right?"

The same? You huffed and looked around you spotting the places his web connected to other structures that held you in place. Angling your hands in the direction of the connection, you shot a web and held on to the end. Your web connected to the place his was stuck on and you pulled with your hand as far away as you could.

His web snapped off, letting one arm loose. From there you broke yourself free from all the webbing. Walking with your back turned to him, you picked your mask up off the ground, moved your hair out of your face, and put it back on.

Suddenly, you felt a web come in contact with your back. Turning around, you saw that spiderman wasn't there anymore. A long web was quickly sliding down off the edge, and you noticed too late that the web was connected to you.

With a scream, you were yanked forward and launched off the building. Looking down, you spotted Spider-Man diving down with the web that held you in one of his hands. When his fall had reached around half of the buildings height, we shot a web from his free hand and began a swing.

"You better shoot a web, I'm gonna let go!" Although most of his words got lost in the wind, you got the message. As soon as you shot a string, the web on your back became loose. You quickly yanked it off your back and swung with your other hand to catch up to him.

You synced up your swing timing to match his, but as soon as you did he changed direction. you caught up to him stopping on a building top where he hung off the side waiting for you.

"You're slow." Indigo hair blew in the wind and his head tilted. His arm hung out in the wind beside him while he held onto the edge with his other.

"Well maybe I would have caught up faster if someone didn't pull me off the tallest building in the city. Secondly, I'm still knew to this whole thing." You landed a bit below him with a web holding you to the building. The man above you laughed and spoke in a haughty tone,

"all you have to do is keep your pretty eyes open, and try not to fall behind." His hand left the edge letting gravity take him. Diving after him, you followed him through narrow alleyways and under highways. It was hard to see him because his suit was so dark, but the iridescent colors on his chest guided you.

You didn't know why you were following him, or better yet why he was indirectly telling you to. Chasing him around in sporadic movements soon became easier. It almost felt like he was training you.

At one point, he disappeared from your vision. Coming to a stop in a dark street where no cars were coming, you looked around. A sharp zing went off in your head, making you turn around in time to see a web come in contact with your face. The mask attached came off and your hand shot up to cover your face.

"Hey! You don't know who's around here, and there may be cameras in this area!" You yelled out in the direction the web came from with your hands over your whole face.

"If you can't block a simple thing like that, and by the way that wasn't even an attack, you're not going to survive fights or the media." A sultry voice spoke near your left ear.

You turned pretending to not be surprised by his sudden closeness. "What are you even talking about-"

"You think you can go back to normal society with these powers? You're already all over the media from swinging around tonight with me."

Spider-Man shoved your mask on your hands that cover yourself and you quickly put the mask back on. When you remove your hands, the first thing you see is a phone screen reading,

Another spider joins Spider-Man? Two swinging figures seen around teyvat city tonight, watch the video footage!

With narrowed 'I'm-not-having-it' eyes, you looked at him behind the phone, "you did this on purpose didn't you."

"The point is, you're now obligated to protecting the city whether you want to or not. It would be better if I trained you so you don't end up wasting your abilities by dying early."

My gods. Everything was happening so fast. Your hand came up to rub your temple through the mask because of the headache that rose.

Your hands went out in a calm down motion. "Ok ok give me a minute. I'm in college and I do have a lot of time, but how am I going to balance these two things? And how on earth are we going to meet up, to quote you, train?"

"Well I make it work with my classes. We can set a schedule for you to meet me at the building we first came in contact."

You mean the place you nearly busted my head open you thought to yourself before you caught an important detail in his words.

"You're in college?" You pause and look at Spider-Man who has his arms crossed. Silence before he spoke,

"No-"

"Oh wow you're younger than everyone thinks. I thought you were like 30 or something."

"Do I sound anything like thirty?" He said aggravated as he shot another web in your face making you take a couple steps back and struggle to get it off.

From that spot, you both worked out a plan to meet up three times a week on the tallest building roof. The first few weeks were rough, and they made you realize how tasking his job was. His training was rigorous, but you caught on fairly well. There were a couple times you went to grab his mask in hand to hand combat, only for you to fail and for him to flick your forehead. You tried making conversation, to which he didn't necessarily ignore you, but he kept his answers short and vague.

"So what major are you in since you won't answer which college you're at?" You poked his shoulder from where you were both sitting on the edge of the building.

"I'm an art student..."

"Actually?" You leaned forward and peered into the eyes on his mask. He nodded and went on staring out at the city. "What kind of medium do you like to use?"

"Charcoal most of the time. Occasional graphite or spray paint."

"I'll have to see some of your work sometime when we're not training. I really enjoy art."

"hmm..."

Over the next few times you two met, Spider-Man would let himself be more carefree with you in your now frequent conversations after training on top of the building. On one of your more tiring training sessions, a thought came into your head. This is merely training, what about real fights. Getting beaten and bruised with the media filming all of it. Was it ever lonely or stressful all by himself?

When you both sat down on the edge, you asked the question.

"It is lonely, being the only one in this position? Saving the city all by yourself?"

"It...was lonely, but now I'm too preoccupied dealing with your annoying ass to be like that."

"Aww, did my 'annoying ass' fill the void in your heart?" You exaggerated the last bit and poked his shoulder.

"Pshh." He pushed your poking hand off of him and tried to shoot a web at you again, but you dodged it. When his hand shot the web, you took the opportunity to try to grab his mask again. It had honestly become a thing to tease him with.

This time however, was different. He just seemed to sit there and let your hand wrap around the edges of his mask, taking it off and exposing his face. His hair whipped around in the wind, the violet bangs brushing his forehead. Long eyelashes and eyes that blinked slowly, almost teasingly so. His irises, like the color on his suit, but with depth and a color you could only describe as mesmerizing. Skin soft and a rosy pair of lips that parted slightly as you took the mask away. You almost reached out to touch him.

"Your eye pieces are wide open, what's the matter~?" His hand extends a bit and closes your slightly open mouth. He doesn't even bother to take the mask back from you, and instead just leans back on the ledge and throws his head back. Adam's apple moving as he swallows slightly.

"Uh-" you cleared your throat and tried looking at him again to speak, but when you did his eyes were locked with yours making your lungs close up.

"Scaramouche."

His voice brought you back. "What? Like Bohemian rhapso-"

"My name dumbass. You can use that instead of Spider-Man. Of course, not in public..."

You took off your own mask and set it beside his that now lay between you both. The wind felt good on your face, you hadn't taken it off in a while up there. There was a silence that hung from that point. You both rested there in your seated positions, and scaramouche could have sworn he heard you try out his name on your tongue.

...

The next month was peaceful. Winter break had begun, so you were able to rest at your apartment and spend more time with scaramouche. He actually started letting you into his life. You learned where he went to college and got to see a lot of his art projects in his own living space, although he kept some of them hidden from you for reasons unknown to you. Of course, you couldn't leave him alone about them and would always be trying to search for them when he wasn't looking.

"Hey, what do you say to getting a drink at- what the hell do you have in your hand?"

You stood there at his sketching desk, with papers that made your eyes wide. On the parchment, were graphite sketches of...you. The way the details on your face were so accurate made you blush furiously. All those times he would just seem to stare at you when your mask was off, was he looking so intently so he could draw you? The answer was right in front of your face.

Gods you were in deep. Not only did you develop feelings for him when you started training, but seeing this made you realize it was probably not one-sided.

Quick footsteps came behind you and a hand reached out to take the papers from you. Turning to him, you were surprised to see scaramouche's face close to yours with glaring eyes and a red that reached his ears.

"Did I not say that you weren't allowed to see those?"

Nothing came out your mouth. Your lips only parted to try and give an apology, and you didn't miss the way his eyes flicked down to your parted mouth. His eyes said so much, but you could see there was a fear in them as well.

...

After that incident, not much was said between you. The very next day you met on the tallest building once more. It was the day that you two would spar, like every other time right?

Wrong. You were both distracted. Every grab on your arm shot electricity through your soul, more than before. The same could be said for him. The distraction caused an accidental blow to the face, which knocked your mask off.

"Ah shit, are you al-" his voice cut short. You were leaning back against the wall behind you that he first encountered you on. Your chest was heaving and visible breath from the temperature came from your mouth. You looked too good to him in that moment, so he let his desires take over.

"Yeah I'm good...it just knocked my mask off-" a strong grip pushed you against the wall.

"Hey what-" Looking up at him, you saw his hand reach up and rip off his mask, his violet hair messily flowing around. He threw it to the floor before grabbing your face and smashing his lips on yours.

Your hands instinctively grabbed his suit turtleneck collar and pulled him into you. He wasted no time pushing his tongue past your lips and putting his body flush against yours. Surprised sounds left you as you could barely breath. He was desperate, hungry, and could no longer hold himself back.

The drawings were his only cope to deal with the feelings. Gods he was scared, scared that you would want to end the whole partner thing if you knew. Now all those doubts dissipated when he felt you meld your lips back with his when he tried to part your mouths.

Hands ran down your ribs and to your waist. His fingers were gripping you with need, and his mouth kissed you with abandon. Scaramouche never wanted to take his lips of yours, not after he'd waited so long gazing at you, watching the way you tried to do what he did, and feeling your covered skin when you fought.

Neither of you needed to breathe. You believed you could be sustained solely by each other's lips.

Only after several minutes of pure bliss in each other's mouths did you break apart for much needed air. You gasped and panted, and scaramouche did the same. He rested his head on your shoulder in the aftermath, just feeling your warmth that enveloped him despite the cold winds.

"Want to head to my apartment? We can um...continue there if you also want to-"

"Yes.”

You blushed when his hands wrapped around you and his face turned to kiss your jaw.

"I wonder if the media would like to know that Spider-Man is a romantic."

"Shut up..." He gave a slight laugh and slowly drew away from you. His eyes were clearly glazed over with a need for more, but he'd save it for when you were both warmer in your home. After picking up your masks off the ground, you both quickly made your way to your home where you couldn't stop scaramouche from starting to kiss your nape and skin before you even got into your apartment room.

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Calcharo (wuwa) x reader

I need him GRRR he's just so bbg pls sir what's ur hair routine

His ult??? Chefs kiss

Kurogames hangout event when?? I wish we had one I feel like I couldn't exactly get his personality here but I tried

Preview: "Are you hiding anything anywhere else, or do I need to check you?"

Shoes scraped the edge of the rooftop, barely getting over in time to land on the building top below, your body going into a roll to soften the fall. Your dress from the night is long discarded, revealing your gear underneath covered in knives and fight wear. A gunfire shot over your head, hitting the broken stone wall in front of you. It was unlike you to get caught, you were always excelling in espionage. Another ghost hound follows close behind you, large rifle in hand. They stop abruptly for a second, turning back on one knee to take a shot at your pursuers. Their shot shatters the helmet of the gunman, causing their now cold body to crumple to the ground.

You stop running, turning back to make sure no one else is following, long knife in hand ready to throw if you catch even the slightest movement. Nothing but wind blows across the roofs. Once you two are sure that you're now in the clear, you begin to track your way back to the ghost hounds base. Although you were found out, you got all the intel you needed and more. You were pretty aggravated with yourself for letting this happen. It was such a careless mistake.

One minute you were chatting it up at the bar with your unsuspecting target, getting hard to come by information, the next you were barreling through armed men to get out. He had seen the tattoo of the ghost hounds on a space your dress you bought the day before didn't cover up, immediately causing him to draw a gun. It really wasn't personal, you were just paid well to get the info.

Making it back around sundown, you start to take your gear off in the main bay, bright colors overhead casting sharp shadows across everything. You take your knives off first, placing them in their designated kits. Briefly, your other partner comes by and discusses the results of the espionage trip. It wasn't all a total failure, you try to reassure yourself as they soon walk off. Your hands go to start taking your body tight harnesses and straps off, but a rough hand comes around to grab at a low one around your hip and spin you around.

Knowing you're in the base and safe, you don't panic at the grab. Harsh icy grey eyes bore into yours, looking down at you. There's a furrow in his tacet mark etched across his forehead, signaling worry though his face may only look stern. His hand again jostled your harness, and you make eye contact now, knowing what he's about to ask.

"How did it go?" His question is short, gruff, second hand coming over to undo your harnesses for you while you rest your arms behind you on the table top. "It...didn't go so well, but I got the info, and that's all the buyer wanted anyway. I didn't check the stupid dress. It was so simple but I missed it, and the target sure didn't, pulled a gun on me the moment he saw. I'll just send the intel in and lay low for a bit. A trip to the baths sounds really good right now..." Calcharo nodded, hair flicking gently at his movements. He slid the harness off your hip, then unhooked the one at your chest that resembled his, eyes not missing the way you relaxed in his hold as the click popped apart.

His muscles flexed on his arm as he reached behind to place the harnesses haphazardly on the table. Patiently he listened to you when you told about your mission, eyes distracted while messing with your gear, but you knew he was listening. Calcharo hummed once you finished your story, sliding your last band from your arm off. Now all that you had was your thin shorts that were under your previous dress and the top of your choosing.

Leaning over you with his advantage of height, he picked up one of your knife cases and inspected the blades, holding one up to you. "It's dull." Inspecting it yourself, you quirked a brow. "Only slightly. It has some more missions before she needs sharpening."

"I'll sharpen them all tonight. I need your gear to be in top shape and always functional." His tone was flat like usual, but you knew his dad mode was on. Everyone in the ghost hounds always had this inside joke of Calcharo being the dad of the gang, always checking on everyone's gear and themselves before and after missions. Some said he was over cautious of you, and you weren't sure if that was supposed to be endearing, or that maybe that meant he didn't think you'd do good and needed extra checking in case you messed up...like today. You never voiced that concern out loud.

"All of them? I can do that Calcharo I have all day tomorrow." A head shake was all you received from him to tell you the decision was final. Your arms fell to your side in defeat before you saluted him and headed off to go rest for the evening, without looking to see if he was planning on saying anything else. He watched you leave, eyes wavering on where you disappeared behind the wall.

A bath did sound really good, especially with how sore you were from the treck back to base. It wasn't even three minutes back in your room preparing to head to a spring before you received a knock on your door, opening it up to your ruggedly handsome gang leader.

"Already done sharpening?" You lean against the doorway, brushing off your surprise at his visit. He shook his head, and you're not sure if he thought your quip was humorous with the lack of change in his eyes. The look that consumed him was just...a look that he had, usually only subtly noticed when he was looking at you, though you wouldn't know that.

"Have you had anything to eat since you came back. You had no rations on your gear when I checked them." You crossed your arms, finding his reason for directly visiting a little odd, but caring. "No I guess I haven't..."

He holds out a packaged bag in hand with several supplies inside, looking you in the eyes after you see it and uncross your arms in surprise. It's a real premium package out here where every item is a fight. You take it gratefully, holding it like some prized treasure. After opening it up on a table inside and taking out a bar, you smile at him, though it seemed he wasn't done yet.

"You walked off before I could ask, but did you get hurt anywhere?" He blankly scans his eyes over you, trying to see anywhere you might be standing even slightly unregular to your usual relaxed stance. Seeing how your stance had in fact changed, he moves closer in, eyes fixed on that spot before you could even say anything in protest. You let him walk through your doorway, knowing you couldn't win in a physical argument. "None that I know of yet, I haven't been able to get in the springs yet so I don't think you want to look. I'm just not clean and can do anything myself if I see-"

Him kneeling caught you off guard. With one hand he covered the expanse of your stomach, pushing you back slightly and holding you still at the same time. With his other hand, he hooked a finger to the lining of the sides of your shorts and gently tugged down, taking a look at what he deemed unregular. A dark purple had started to form on your hip, probably from a tumble while you were scaling rooftops.

The proximity of his breath to your bare skin was flustering, and the very fact that his gloved hands were doing something so bold with no hesitation wasn't helping, in fact it was making your heart thump so loudly you were sure he could hear it. You stood there against your room wall too stunned to move. If anyone ever saw this...

Calcharo didn't seem to be affected at all, pulling the fabric from the side of the shorts back up without that gentleness. You averted your gaze, obviously wide eyed and confused. He leaned over you, looming, making you sweat a bit. "Were you making an excuse to hide that from me, or did you really not know about it yet?

"I-i don't understand. I'm sore all over, I didn't know yet I haven't changed. Why...are you angry with me?" Your emotions were scrambled. Why did he think you tried lying? Why was your skin still hyper aware of the way his gloved fingers felt pressed against your skin, the way he tugged on your shorts?

His head tilted over you, bangs brushing against your head. "I am not angry, I am concerned. You're a very good soldier, and I don't want you hurt when I need you to accompany me on certain missions we receive." Of course he could list a sensible reason as to why he was checking so...earnestly...you guess that was sensible, especially with the way he said it.

His hands came up to hold your shoulders, voice a little softer, almost...seductively for him. "Are you hiding anything anywhere else, or do I need to check you?”

"I got it." You squeaked out, lungs closing up, head still down looking at his shoes very close to you. You didn't know what was happening. Why was he still here. What about your bath, did you even want to wash off that feeling now? Finally satisfied somehow, his hands slid off.

You let yourself breathe when he took a step back, unpacking the package he gave you and organizing the food and supplies neatly. "Go wash up, no one's there this late. If you need help treating anything, I'll be up." His typical cold tone made you look up at him. Those icy blues were looking right at you, the you whose hand had unconsciously moved to brush over where he had pulled your shorts down. You think you nodded or gave a response of some kind.

Calcharo's gaze flitted over to your hip again, seeing your hand there. "Do I need to check it again before you bathe?"

You really couldn't tell if he was oblivious to how the things he was saying or what he had been doing was making you feel. His eyes made your skin burn in a good way, a way that you had tried to tell yourself not to feel when you two started getting close. After declining, he nods curtly and walks straight out, your knife cases in hand. You slump a little on the wall, sliding down before catching yourself on the table to your right.

Standing up fully, you gather a towel and other things in a daze, heading to the springs in hopes the steam will clear your head from the thought of Calcharo doing anything more than 'checking for injuries'

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Adeptal Aphrodisiac NSFW

Xiao x reader smut MDNI THIS IS NSFW

I made a preview for this not too long ago this is the full work

Teehee enjoy

Work is below!

You stand at the edge of your balcony, your quite see through night gown swaying while the wind blew your way. A table was set beside you with a few candles burning, their fires dancing with the wind. On top were two glasses, both filled with wine, but one held another special ingredient. An old aphrodisiac from an era long ago. You found it in an old adeptus abode, and flushed a little when you saw what it was for.

A strong lust inducer that was supposed to be the most potent ever made, making an adeptus fully in control of it. On the scroll you found it even showed some…explicit pictures of results in drawing form. Some specific results of the brew were increased stamina, an abundance in the production of seed, knotting, and a tendency to bite and mark. Quite the surprise, but being the freak you were, you really wanted to see the effects on xiao, your lover.

When you got the opportunity, you found xiao on the top floor, inviting him in a sweet tone to come to your room tonight. His ears turned red when you brought a hand to the small of his back, dragging your finger up his spine. You knew you got your message across. After waiting for a few hours for the sun to set, the stars finally unveiled themselves. The aphrodisiac turned the wine in xiao’s cup a metallic red, shining when it was swirled like the stars above.

Xiao, as you asked, waited patiently for your lovely lips to call his name. To say he was excited was an understatement. He loved taking you to bed, it being something that would help him escape from the nightmares he often endured, and he found purpose in being romantic with you. And besides, you said you had a special surprise for him…

You took both cups in your hand, taking a good look at xiao’s drink. Hips shifted slightly in thought of what might happen when he drank it. God, heat was already pooling. With anticipation, you whispered into the air,

“Xiao~”

Immediately hands clasped your body, almost making the wine in the cups spill. Gloved fingers running over your chest and lower stomach. He really needed this it seemed. You let out a sigh when his hand on your chest squeezed slightly, playing with your flesh. The two fingers he had on your lower stomach drew circles, making you jolt. Xiao’s face was nuzzled to your neck, taking in your scent, and you smelled oh so good and aroused for him. When he finally opened his eyes and saw the cups, he slid an arm up to take one from your hand.

“Not that one…this one.”

“What’s the difference?”

You turned to see him now that his head was no longer in your neck, piercing golden eyes locking with yours. This look you knew well, an impatience to take you, a wonder to why you tease him so.

“Well this is your surprise~” you brought his cup close, to which he took it and peered into the liquid

“Is this a new wine?”

“Our regular one, I just spiced it up a bit.” As soon as he brought it to his nose to smell it, as was habit, his eyes widened, pupils dilating. He grabbed your arm, taking the cup away from his face and holding it out. His chest heaved once or twice before he looked at you suddenly, gaze sharp and intense, so much so it made you get flustered. You did love that face.

“What is this…?” He whispered slow, but his voice had changed. It was rough, growl like.

“I…I found the recipe in an old adeptus abode…it’s supposed to be an aphrodisiac, but I don’t know if I did it right.” You’d never seen anything like this, so how were you supposed to know if it was a success or failure? The grip on your arm was tight. You wondered if there was supposed to be such an immediate reaction from even just the smell. You waited for him to catch his breath, noticing the uneven patterns. He turned to you finally, speaking in a low tone,

“Are you prepared…to spend the entire night satisfying what this does to me?” Your heart skipped a beat. He was acknowledging that this thing was indeed what you had said, and that it was very potent. Just imagining how xiao might absolutely break you made you release a shaky breath. You wanted it. Xiao got close, kissing you and practically not waiting for a response. You mumbled into his lips and eventually got out,

“Yes Xiao~mm-…Want you…” you leaned into him and he gave you one last kiss before pulling away. “Good surprise?” You asked. “We’ll see…” Raising his cup to yours, you clinked the glass and both drank your wine. Xiao started shaking right before he finished, putting his glass down haphazardly. His hands came to his clothes, gripping tightly the fabric that clung to his skin. He shook his head, face flushed, and you suddenly realized you were going to be devoured.

When he finally looked up with hands still clenching and lungs racing, you backed up into the room’s doorway. Slyly, you pulled a bit of your night gown down to reveal almost your whole chest and used your other hand to pull the slit on the side showing your upper thigh. Quickly, he walked towards you, faster than you could step backwards. His top was off as soon as he entered the doorway, panting breaths coming from his silky lips.

Xiao took you and kissed you passionately, almost animalistic, while working to get the rest of his accessories and gloves off. Rough hands finally touched you, now free from the fabric. You couldn’t get enough breath in between kisses. You brought an arm up and lightly ran your hand over the familiar lines of his arm tattoo, making a moan from xiao come into your mouth. His pointed claw like fingers hooked your arm, bringing you close with one while the other pushed the back of you head to him.

He was so sensitive. Any touch from you turned him into a moaning mess. When you got bold enough to run your hand on the tattoo on his v line, he inhaled sharply and rested his head against your forehead. Xiao moaned and whimpered into the air, more guttural than you had ever heard it. Face red and body shifting, never stilling under your touch. When you looked down, you felt yourself get giddy at the very strained material of his pants. Very clearly this aphrodisiac was meant for adepti like him. Before you could take your own hand down to that area, xiao had pulled your hips flush against him, rutting slightly with eyes closed into your thigh.

His girth had definitely grown from what it normally was, and even then he was big. “Hurts…need you to fix it…” xiao pressed further into you, trying through hazy thoughts to tell you the drink made him so much bigger, so much so that it burned, desperate for friction. His blood was pumping, he could feel it in every vein so prominently. The grip on your hips was tight, and his movements got harder every second, as did he.

You were overwhelmed. The adeptus before you was practically clawing at your skin, trying to get the fabric off while grinding roughly into you. Your hands were holding his forearm and shoulder to steady you both as xiao became increasingly lustful. One of his grinding motion snuck in between your legs, pressing against the dripping cloth that barely covered you.

His mouth pressed to the outline of your ear, hot pants making you moan. “I can smell your intoxicating arousal~ do-mm~ do you even have anything on under there?”

“I do…oh~”

Xiao came back to your lips, once again tasting the residuals of the wine you shared earlier. One particular grind against your clothed clit sent you both into a panting mess. Instinctively, your legs began to close, but two clawed hands came behind your thighs and lifted you up. Your hands flew to balance yourself on his shoulders, but you wouldn’t have to worry for long. He set you on the bed, your head hitting the pillow a little abruptly. Crawling over you like an animal with its prey, xiao whispered an apology before melding your tongues together once more.

Hands came to caress pulsing muscles as they grasped your night dress. He couldn’t find where to take it off, causing frustration and impatience. “Where…where’s the…I can’t get it off- I need you bare for me~”

You flushed immediately, hands coming behind to mess with the strings that pieces your gown together as he rocked you both back and forth in a heated kiss. Those dark aqua bangs touched your skin every new angle, your hand tucking a piece behind his ear to then cup his face, feeling his jaw move in the kiss.

Finally loosening the dress enough, claws hooked the sides and swiftly slipped you out of it. You whimpered, feeling the cold air hit you, breasts spilling without a bra and your thin damp underwear not doing much to protect you.

“You’re so beautiful…” he whispered, hands losing the dress while he stared in awe. Gathering your hips, skin dipping where his fingers pressed, he lifted them up and slid a pillow underneath. Xiao learned from previous experiences with you that you had more pleasure when your hips were raised. It also meant he could hit deeper inside to that one spot that had you singing his favorite moans and trembling when you came.

you sighed deeply as he held eye contact while gripping your thighs, slowly spreading them apart. He tilted his head as his eyes shifted slowly down your body, mouth parting when he finally gazed on your thin underwear. With clawed fingers, he swiftly pulled them down and threw them across the room. Like a hungry beast, he leaned down to immediately connect with your pussy, your hips jumping up. Hot licks up your core left you speechless, hands gripping and holding the sheets.

Xiao reached up to grab your hands, pulling them to his hair. He wanted you to pull, keep his head there although he wasn’t moving anytime soon. After you got a grip, he went back to devouring you, drinking up your slick from earlier and circling your bud. Slowly, he prodded your dripping entrance with two fingers, something you could take easily now with all those nights of practice with him.

“Mm I was gonna just…take you, but I wont be able to if you’re this tight…” His fingers work to scissor you open, trying to be gentle with his clawed fingertips. The need was growing, his tongue getting desperate to taste your release. Did he want you to come now, or do it while he speared you on his cock?

God it was too much. Xiao spent as much time as he could working you open, but he couldn’t wait anymore. Groaning into your saliva coated pussy, he had to used every ounce of will to pull away, pressing a kiss to your clit once before getting up, your hands falling away. Looking at you, your arms were to the sides, your thigh twitching a bit. Your eyes were teary, your entrance sensitive from being stretched more than usual. However, nothing would prepare you for the first glance at how the aphrodisiac affected his girth.

The veins were much more prominent, his tip constantly leaking, and above all, his cock had grown incredibly swollen. Eyes grew dark as they looked at your glistening folds, and he rested his tip right against it, leaning up for a moment to kiss you hungrily. “I can’t- i can’t wait anymore~ gonna fill you all night until you’re pregnant and full…”

Clawed hands touched his ache, and he broke into a pained groan, the heat too much to bear. Pressing gently, you had to grasp onto him, already knowing it would take work to push in. He leaned forward, letting gravity help as you encircled your arms closer, bringing him into your neck to inhale your scent of arousal. Xiao moaned, starting to lick and bite you neck as he kept pressing. Almost five seconds in pushing, the head finally opened up your pussy enough to slip in, slick coating him already.

“You’re-you’re so tight i can’t-ngh~” Those downright lewd pants left his mouth, lips glistening from his previous connection to you not even a minute ago. He couldn’t think properly in his crazed state, affected by the aphrodisiac that consumed him. It was hot, his body, your skin, the beautiful heat that slicked his throbbing ache. xiao was trying so incredibly hard to be gentle, but the slow filling of your sensitive and oh so tight center was tearing him apart.

Archons, why didn’t you find that abandoned scroll sooner, could’ve been ravaging this body and kissing you stupid every week, no, every night with that drink you gave him. Clawed hands came to clutch your sides that he raised on a pillow, kneading your skin as he kept trying to slide further in. He would have to pause every few seconds, practically growling into your neck and trying to piece himself together before continuing. He was big, almost too big. It took him that whole time to finger and slick you up to barely get inside, your pussy fluttering around him every second.

Rolling slightly what he had split you open on so far, you let out a broken whimper, and his body came up from your neck, head tilted back at the pleasurable sound. His toned chest from years of fighting was shining, the temperature rising inside and swelling towards where he connected with you, his mate destined to be with him like this for eternity. Your hands extended out, needing to pull him in. “Xiao~ p-please kiss ngh”

He heard your plea, coming back to bite your lips and continue pushing. Xiao’s hands moved down to your poor clenching core, trying to pull you open to make you take all of him. With a loud cry, you felt him bottom out, clenching around his cock and feeling your arousal drip onto the bed. Xiao swallowed your sweet moans, biting you like crazy. His teeth marked your neck, leaving no side untouched.

“Let me claim you, breed you as my mate~” Filthy words of need spilled from his lips, hips trying to greedily start thrusting out and in. The squeeze around him barely let him move, but he couldn’t just stop, not when his mind was continually thinking about how he was going to pump you full of his cum.

The aphrodisiac got stronger in his system, his teeth placing harsher bites, hips starting to move faster inside your now more comfortable stretch. The squelch of every thrust beginning to pick up echoed, filling in the gaps when you both gasped for air. Xiao’s hands couldn’t stay still, coming to draw you face close, to open your thighs more, and to watch you unravel beneath him.

Your legs shook, held open as xiao impatiently began drawing himself out before slamming back in, base making contact with your poor bud. Slick fingers ran across xiao’s tongue before he started rubbing circles, still trying to pound into you. The continuous pumping inside your walls made you arch, eyes seeing nothing but lust and your beloved. Your bodies were hot, moaning and crying for each other.

Xiao couldn’t hold it in. Your tight heat and the aphrodisiac were too strong. With only a few more thrusts into you, he had to stop, feeling his early release start to coat your womb. He groaned as he felt it not only coat you, but also his still sheathed cock. He had to go another time, had to ensure that you were full. That one had too little for you.

Not giving you a break, his body moved on its own, not even realizing that you had already creamed on his cock just a minute ago. Words were jumbled as they fell through your lips. Xiao couldn’t quite process them, too busy holding one of your legs over his shoulder as his hips pistons his swollen ache in and out fully each thrust. Cum had seeped out every thrust, and that wouldn’t do for him.

He filled you up again and again, making sure to mark up a new part of your body everytime he came, flooding your puffy pussy. Mind went in and out of autopilot, occasionally making eye contact, watching drool fall from your mouth. You didn’t know how long this would last, but his punishing thrusts and the pool of seed connecting you two was evidence that it wouldn’t stop anytime soon. Smiling deliriously, you let him pound into you once more. You had come so many times you lost count, and another one was approaching.

His hand returned to your clit, giving it soft pats in time with his thrusts. You jolted everytime, feeling yourself clench and-

For the nth time you came around him, milking him for all his worth and clawing the sheets. Thighs spasmed, having been open for so long, and your throat was dry, giving out broken cries. You only got one second to calm down from your high when he started again, unsatisfied with how much was in you. Leaning down after hearing your whimpers, he assured you that he just needed one more…

but you knew that wasn’t true

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Preview of a xiao nsfw work in progress~

MDNI this is 18+ below cut

This work will include (once finished): knotting, adepti aphrodisiac, breeding? Maybe i don’t know yet, um also a bit more muscular xiao than femboy type body (sorry guys), he’s dominant here, reader is female, i don’t know how filthy I’m gonna make this pls give grace

“You’re-you’re so tight i can’t-ngh~” Those downright lewd pants left his mouth, lips glistening from his previous connection to you not even a minute ago. He couldn’t think properly in his crazed state, affected by the aphrodisiac that consumed him. It was hot, his body, your skin, the beautiful heat that slicked his throbbing ache. xiao was trying so incredibly hard to be gentle, but the slow filling of your sensitive and oh so tight center was tearing him apart.

Archons, why didn’t you find that abandoned scroll sooner, could’ve been ravaging this body and kissing you stupid every week, no, every night with that drink you gave him. Clawed hands came to clutch your sides that he raised on a pillow, kneading your skin as he kept trying to slide further in. He would have to pause every few seconds, practically growling and trying to piece himself together before continuing. He was big, almost too big. It took him that whole time to finger and slick you up to barely get inside, your pussy fluttering around him every second.

Rolling slightly what he had split you open on so far, you let out a broken whimper, and his head tilted back at the pleasurable sound. His toned chest from years of fighting was shining, the temperature rising inside and swelling towards where he connected with you, his mate destined to be with him like this for eternity. Your hands came to…

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Soldier

Capitano x female reader (kinda spicy 😏)

Erm I haven't played the main quest yet...I'm sorry if this doesn't sound like him URGH

TW: PAY ATTENTION this chapter contains descriptions of being beaten and almost freezing to death, but don't be too alarmed it's only for a short bit of the reading in the beginning

Preview: "You tempt me to do things i shouldn't..." the hold on you tightened, his large hands itching to slip inside your warm robe.

"General stop!" "General, it wasn't her fault I will take the blame!" "None of us could possibly have been aware of the attack!" Pleas from the officers fell on deaf ears, the General choking you against their table, glaring down at your bloodied face. You fought back, but their strength overwhelmed you. A surprise ambush from treasure hoarders had killed many of your men, taking your crew completely by surprise.

It was such a pity, you were the General's favorite soldier. The brightest mind with quite a lot of strength, a very rare find. When you reported the incident, still injured from the fight, they snapped, walking up to your anxious form with rage filled eyes. You don't know why, but suddenly you were on the ground, coughing up blood and heaving. A grip on your collar pulled you up, and you stumbled back as they threw you towards glass, shattering the frame and slicing into your back and nape. More slaps across your face, fists to your ribs and sides.

They had taken losses before, how was this any different? How could you have known that one of the members of your crew that was killed was the one the General was having an affair with? Instead, you resorted to blaming yourself for failing to protect your crew. You had never failed before. Repeated punches to your body sent you against the table in the center of the room, ink soaking your clothes. The officers were pleading at this point, but too terrified to physically stop their General. A large hand clasped your throat, squeezing your airway tight.

They reached beside you, pulling back a letter opener and preparing to stab it wherever they pleased. You screamed sorry after broken sorry, crying out to give mercy with your limited air supply. The General stopped, not bringing the weapon down upon you. With a sudden pull, they yanked you along by the throat, ignoring your coughs and struggles to get away.

Pulling you out into the open blizzard, you were thrown into the snow. The cold immediately bit your skin, having shed layers inside the tent that you obviously couldn't grab. Your legs were yanked up, your general yanking the shoes on your feet off you. They didn't stop there, grabbing your outer layers and cutting them open, letting the snow hit you as it fell from above. You were shivering, the temperatures of snezhnaya unforgiving without layers.

You were once again shoved into the snow, the General standing tall above now, walking inside briefly before coming back out, bow and arrow in hand. You cowered, heart pounding and shaking in the snow.

"Get out.”

You looked up, hair a mess and body barely protected by your underclothes, not sure what they meant.

"What-?"

Your bare feet hit the snow immediately, scrambling to get up. The general had begun to raise the arrow at you, making their motive very clear. You made a straight break for the woods nearby, knowing the general was a straight shooter and hoping you could shield yourself with the trees. The arrow cut into your arm, making you cry out.

The blood flowing from your other cuts had frozen, and only your adrenaline kept you going. You ran and ran, knowing what would happen if you went back. Were they chasing you, were they right behind you holding a dagger aimed for your heart? The unknown terror made tears flow like a river.

Your legs gave out in a clearing, red and cut. You were freezing, with no layers to protect you. Vision clearing a bit, you noticed you fell in a partially frozen stream, breaking the ice where the small stream could flow. The water turned red once it passed your flesh, carrying your blood down the ice. Where were you? How long had you been running. You can't think properly to even notice how you're gasping for air.

Your trembling numb hands barely help you get out of the stream onto the snow that began to feel warmer than your own body. Eyes droop, everything feels so cold. Falling to your side on the fresh snow, your hands curl to your chest. The snow has turned red where your cuts haven't frozen yet, creating a little bed around your body.

A thump sounds loud in your chest before you hear a sound from above you. Looking up with minimal movement, you notice how the snow is rapidly whirling around you in a circle. You panic, wondering if you're hallucinating, especially when a light appears in the center of the whirling snow.

A little blue orb appears, covered in an intricate gold design, falling slowly light as a feather into the snow in front of your face. A cryo vision.

Screaming, you grasp it in the snow and throw it, although not very far due to your condition. Facing the heavens, you curse celestia and its inhabitants, feeling that this act mocks you beyond humiliation. Did they enjoy such pitiful things?

When you could no longer yell, your head fell back into the snow. You whimpered, hurting so bad everywhere but at the same time being too numb to feel anything. You don't even register when footsteps crunch in the snow leading up to you.

The universe seemed to have heard your curses, for who stands before you but the cryo archon herself. Her eyes look over your dying form, beaten and bloody, and the vision near you with bloody fingerprints on it. She leans down, removing her large fur coat to wrap it around you, who has lost consciousness. The Tsaritsa was a tall woman, easily 5'11 without shoes. She gathered you along with the vision, picking you up and cradling you like a mother would.

The guards around her watched as she began to make her way back to the palace, unaffected by the cold or the biting wind.

...

Waking up, you believe you're dreaming. You feel warm. When you move your limbs, pain roars, making your eyes shoot open. you're in a hot tub of water. Jumping up, you yell in pain and confusion at where you are. A hand touches your hair, making you whip around and shirk away from the touch. A goddess sits before you, wearing a simple pale blue dress with rolled up sleeves. She had water dripping down her hands from tending to you.

"Who are you?" You ask, but inside you know the answer. The face of the Tsaritsa is hidden knowledge, but there is something in her eyes that tells you who sits before you. You don't know what you should do, so you bow how you can with your injuries. The Fatui militia was something you avoided due to bad rumors, but with your recent experience in the other militia, maybe you should've looked more into it...You may hate celestia, but if there is one divine you give respect to, it's the Tsaritsa.

She lifts your head, holding your jaw softly before pouring some water over your head and hair. The soft hold makes you drop your weight, resting in her hand and closing your eyes as the warmth washes over you.

Once she finishes washing you, she dresses your wounds by a fire. You stop her before she sits down with a kit, crying, "you shouldn't be doing this for me, I-I don't deserve it I'm just a soldier-"

"I do it because you do deserve care. You are now my child. I know not what happened for you appear to me in such a state, but you were meant to be there. Now you are home. I know what power you hold with this vision, bestowed as a mockery of your plight by celestia. All I ask is that you use it against them to create new order. Should you choose to stay a soldier, there is a place for you. Should you choose to become something else, you are still my daughter."

Her hand wipes the tears that fall from your eyes, and she pulls you in gently to hug you. When you sit back, she stitches and applies salves where needed. You spoke about what happened, but also how you didn't have anything besides being a soldier. What would you do outside of it? you couldn't think of anything that gave you purpose besides being in the military. Hearing you tell her you'd serve, she smiles before leading you to a bed in the corner of the room. It's soft, so foreign compared to the military beds you had.

Once you fall into a deep sleep, your body exhausted and working to heal, she leaves the room. You sleep dreamlessly, the soft rising of your chest the only thing disturbing the covers. When you wake, she's there, nursing you to health.

This process repeats for days until you start trying to do some training that you usually did in camp. Pushups and other things to regain whatever strength lost. Your determination was praised by the Tsaritsa, who came by with tea. She sat in a chair just watching and letting you talk.

"When you say I'm your child, is that because I have a cryo vision?"

She sets her tea down, admiring your vision that rested in her other hand. "Oh, that is because I have adopted you. You became a princess of Snezhnaya as of the moment I carried you through the palace. My word is law." You pause your workout, sitting up in disbelief. You've never had a guardian before, but going straight from orphan soldier to princess of snezhnaya is overwhelming. She wouldn't make you perform all the things required of a princess unless you wanted to, with you still wanting to be a soldier.

Instead, she said she would offer you a high ranking position in her military alongside a very competent, honorable, and trusted general that proceeded over everything as Captain of the Tsaritsa's militia, Capitano.

A full week passed, and your cuts were the only things still mending. In addition, you got back to your workout schedule, and finally got outside to train in the snow. Once you were ready, the Tsaritsa guided you out to where you would be stationed, footsteps crunching the powder underneath. You would be meeting your partner in war today, and you were a bit hopeful once people told you how honorable he was. People that were working nearby stopped, bowing their heads and bodies towards the queen in reverence.

Entering a large tent in the center of the military base, the Tsaritsa went inside first. She called you in after a second, and your eyes met with a huge man with a void for a face. It was pitch black under that elegantly designed headpiece. You could tell he had long black hair flowing down the fur on his coat, armor on his hands curling to his chest to pay respect to you. Capitano then leaned down to take your hand, pressing it into the black shadow, soft, invisible lips kissing your hand.

"Il Capitano, 1st of the fatui harbingers. He has earned his place, and will be an excellent partner to work with." She turns to him then, "As for you, need I say who your priorities should focus on?"

"The princess will only flourish here your majesty, you have my word."

With that, you can see a glimmer of a smile grace her features before she departs, leaving you to your new military life. With hopes of creating a bond with your new partner, you go ahead and start conversations. Capitano is a great listener, and often asks follow up questions to keep a flow, and generally, you find yourself in a state of comfort when you're with him.

Capitano was nothing short of awestruck when he saw you, heart developing a curious sort of infatuation that he wouldn't dare act upon. He was a chivalrous man, and would never do anything to harm you or even make you feel uncomfortable. Seeing you train and guide soldiers was a pleasant sight, and of course the presence of a woman like you in the camp was sure to boost the efforts of the soldiers.

He helped you to use your vision, picking up on your subtle eye movements and unique body language as you learned. Your sword skills improved under him as well, helping you to become stronger and more experienced. Capitano's movements were graceful yet deadly, clearly shown through the visible muscles that there was a clear reason he was the first harbinger.

It had been around two months into your new life when you started getting close with Capitano. You opened up about your trauma from your previous general, and how you were overwhelmed with the affection of the Tsaritsa. Capitano told you things that no one had heard, things about where he came from, and how he had suffered. Often you two would meet in the common area of the tent in the night, sharing a drink while sitting by the fire, one of the many times he truly let his guard down around you.

One night, he had said you were beautiful, making you blush and tell him he was handsome and strong, but the conversation ended there with you both heading to bed right after.

Sometimes military life was a little too solitary, and your presence filled that loneliness in him. His voice had softened with you, but not that his soldiers could tell. Capitano's booming voice was still as clear as ever with them, especially with those who were a little distracted by you.

Occasionally, you two would make little brushes. A hand accidentally dusting your hip, or your arm pressing against his own bigger ones. Apologies were exchanged every time, but neither of you really minded. In fact, there were times that Capitano would feel the need for physical affection, something he could never remember wanting or needing even as a child. Was your body as warm as he imagined it? Would you run your hands through his hair, taking his headpiece off?

The Captain would scold himself for those thoughts, thinking it an insult to what the Tsaritsa told him to do. Help you grow, not think about slipping a calloused hand up the soft skin under your shirt, or welding your lips together.

Whenever the Tsaritsa had time, which was seldom to none these days, she would visit. You think, in your time of knowing her, that you received a rather playful glance from her, which then flickered back to the captain. You think you knew what she meant, that it was ok for you to feel things for him, but you were still a little nervous with the prospect of how this relationship would work between an adoptive princess and the first harbinger.

Capitano was less receptive to the glance, so he struggled more and more. Were you purposefully touching him more? Talking to him with a sweeter tone that made his stomach flip? It was driving him insane.

There was a night after that where you came in to see him without his helmet on, black hair splayed over the chair he laid in by the crackling wood in the fireplace. His face had scars, but it didn't make him any less handsome. You didn't know what color his eyes were, but you didn't have to wonder too long. Slowly those deep silvery blue eyes opened to peer at you standing in the corner with your coat in hand, pausing from hanging it up to stare at him. Quickly you excused yourself, feeling like you'd seen something you shouldn't, but he called you back, asking you to go over some training plans, and you didn't mind because you got to see his face more. Once he finished speaking, he watched you walk back to your room, eyes glazing over your legs and hair with longing.

A more tender moment occurred when in the middle of a certain night you woke up yelling and crying, having been startled awake by a vivid dream about your trauma. Capitano was still up at that point, and came bursting through with his sword drawn. He quickly sheathed it, and let you bring him in to comfort yourself. Instinctively his arms circled around you, and you found solace in his larger build that acted like a big stuffed bear. That time had strengthened his will to protect you, knowing this probably wouldn't be the last time you were reminded of what you went through. He knew you struggled with telling yourself you did good, especially because of how your trauma affected your thinking, so he made sure to give you plenty of words of affirmation for what you did together.

The final night the string between you snapped, you were both sitting in the common area on the floor just back from the hot springs nearby. Your robe was fluffy while his was longer and a silky navy color, his head piece discarded on his bed in the other room once you both got back. You were sitting quite close, almost shoulder to shoulder in front of the fire. One of your hands was running over your nape and muscles there, but you couldn't quite seem to ease the discomfort.

"Capitano, would you mind-, just rubbing my shoulder for a second. I think there's a knot there that needs to be worked out it will only take a second." Sliding down some of your robe, his eyes lock onto your skin, swallowing hard. He shifts, letting you move back a bit into him. His ungloved hands come down so lightly, and it's so light that you reach back and push down however much pressure you want on his hands. "It must be pretty bad if you need this much pressure..." truthfully, he was terrified he might apply too much and hurt you.

Rough fingers worked your skin, gaze moving slowly up your uncovered back to your nape, entranced by how you felt so close to him practically lying in his lap. You moved your hair how you needed to when his hands worked up more, giving him a clear view of the back of your neck. Unconsciously he leaned down, lips brushing against your skin, nose inhaling the fresh scent of the flowers that were placed in the hot spring.

Your eyes blow wide, and your legs shift from the shiver that took over your body. He doesn't seem to realize it until he's practically kissing your skin what he's doing. Capitano abruptly goes back, hands off your skin and readying to leave. "I-I'm so sorry. please forgive me i-"

Interrupting him, you speak. "Don't stop, keep going..." Your gaze was away, but the flush on your face was evident. Once he registered your words, his arms came to pull you into his lap so gently, a hand on your stomach while the other on around your hips over the robe. Soft lips met with your neck again, and the hand on your hips briefly came up to pull down your robe for more access.

Your hands came to hug yourself, flinching when Capitano nipped at your skin. Happy noises of pleasure vibrated in his throat, transferring onto your skin.

"Sweetheart, you tempt me to do things i shouldn't..." the hold on you tightened, his large hands itching to slip inside your warm robe.

"Like what?" You spoke softly, nervous that if you increased it any more, you might let out a sinful moan. You shifted further into his lap, hands on his large thighs to help you move. A low groan erupted from his throat, making you whimper.

"What if i marked you up with my teeth? Would you cover it up, or would the soldiers outside see and know that i did that to you? What if they knew my hands had been all over this body, worshipping your skin. Just tell me what you want your highness, I'll do anything to please you..."

Your voice gave way to a little moan, which he happily drank in as his tongue ran across the patch of skin he had been kissing. Archons he needed you like a man needed air. He felt so at peace with his hands secured on you, so grounded.

Capitano continued until hickeys lined your nape and upper neck. He stopped there, not wanting to rush you at all and extremely grateful for what you had allowed anyway. You rested against him, telling him about the look the Tsaritsa gave you. A little giggle escaped you when he slightly pouted, knowing now that your touches had been on purpose. Capitano leaned down to kiss you, gentle and short, and quite frankly leaving you wanting more.

Hands came under your legs to pick you up, carrying you to your room and placing you in bed. He'd let you situate yourself before giving one last kiss to your mouth, a little longer this time as he held both of your hands in his.

He didn't want to pull away, but he knew you were getting tired and needing sleep, so he got up and blew out the light in your room. Stopping at the doorway, he turned and bowed, "goodnight your highness..."

...

As the sunlight bore in, you woke up feeling refreshed. Touching the back of your neck, you blushed and kicked your legs under your sheets, remembering how hot his lips were-

You got up quickly, knowing you were too busy that day to think about it for a bit. Opening your closet, you were faced with a more pressing matter. How to cover the pink and purple painting on the back of your neck.

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