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[the-scythes-pen]

Professor!Dan Heng is the sweetest guy. All of his coworkers love him, all of his students love him... It almost seems like he's qualified in every subject- able to fill in for his coworkers when needed, happy to assist in marking assignments or suggesting what assignments to give.

Professor!Dan Heng is the BEST professor you can get. Kind, understanding, perhaps a little bit dry sometimes, but he makes up for it with the interesting tidbits he throws into his lectures, or the topics he chooses to cover in class.

Professor!Dan Heng is popular among students not just because of how he teaches, but also his appearance. Of course, how could they not? Dan Heng is oblivious to this, even when Professor!March or Professor!Himeko try to point it out to him.

Professor!Dan Heng is always more then willing to help out a student whos struggling and looking to improve- or even just to answer questions that students have after class. He loves how curious you are, how you ask such interesting questions both during and after class- and he particularly enjoys you coming during office hours to ask him to help you with an assignment.

Those moments, alone with him in his office, are often the best. He's so kind, offering you tea as he helps guide you through the questions on the paper, always maintaining a respectful distance and attitude towards you.

However, Professor!Dan Heng can't help the way his heart flutters when your eyes light up when you get a question right all on your own- can't help the way his smile mirrors yours when you finally begin to understand what you had previously been struggling with.

You two slowly get closer; with you asking more and more interesting questions, engaging in conversation with him post-class, the topic often eventually straying to some other subject- but he doesn't mind, because Professor!Dan Heng truly is a dork who loves to share his knowledge and discuss different ideas and possibilities.

Professor!Dan Heng is always respectful of you, even when his heart is fluttering and he's barely able to maintain a friendly but slightly stoic facade. When Dan Heng falls for you, he keeps it silent- he lets no indication of his feelings for you slip out.

Its only when you, alone with him in the classroom one day, burst into tears over something- a bad or even failing grade, whether in his own class or a different one- and his heart aches at seeing his favourite student so stressed, crying and trying to excuse yourself so as not to embarrass yourself.

But no, Professor!Dan Heng isn't going to let you leave in such a state. You try to leave but then his hand is around yours (your hand fits his so perfectly), pulling you back towards the classroom and sitting you down at one of the desks, sitting next to you and leaning forward, gently caressing your hand in such a soothing motion as he asks you for details. What are you struggling with? What happened? He's more then willing to help you, no matter what the subject is. He's qualified to teach in many, many areas- and if you happen to be struggling in a subject he's unfamiliar with, he can easily go to whoever your teacher is and explain things to them, or even ask to be briefed on the subject so he can more easily help you.

Once you've calmed down a bit, Dan Heng leads you out of the classroom, down the hall and towards his office. He brews some tea for you- whatever he's noticed your favourite flavour to be- and ensures it's made to however you like it, whether it's with honey or milk or sugar or anything else.

It doesn't matter how late it gets, he'll stay there with you until you feel better. He doesn't mind if you vent to him about whatever is bothering you, or if you just want to sit in silence, or even talk about something completely different- no matter what it is, he just wants you to feel better.

And when you finally stand up to leave, throwing your arms around him in a moment of emotion to thank him gratefully, he hesitates- but only for a moment, before his arms are around you too and holding you gently, his hand reaching up to stroke your hair soothingly, and perhaps he's pushing the boundaries of a student-teacher relationship just a bit, but in the moment he doesn't care. All he cares about is you, and helping you feel better.

His smile is gentle- caring and handsome when the two of you pull away, and he asks you if you're doing better, if you'll be ok on your own now, and when you nod, he lets out a silent breath of relief. He watches you leave his office with a fluttering heart- you felt so good in his arms, so vulnerable and small- no matter how your stature compares to his, he felt a need to protect and cherish you. Thus, to him, you felt small.

And after you're gone, Professor!Dan Heng has to admit to himself that he cares about you. A lot. And... perhaps, he even loves you. And thats a problem.

So he denies it. Denies that he loves you- says that he only thinks of you as a friend, and thats ok, right?

But when you come back to him, excited about your good grade after his assistance, he can't deny how he loves your bright smile, how comfortable he feels when you embrace him again in your excitement as you thank him endlessly.

And when you pull away from the hug yet again, he can't let you go- no, not this time. He keeps you somewhat close, that soft smile on his face as his hand hovers on your cheek, and its only when he takes in your shocked- and flustered- expression that he realizes what he's doing.

It's the first time you've seen the stoic man blush. He goes to pull away, hesitantly- but you catch him, tell him it's ok- and his hand is back on your cheek, his eyes searching yours for any reluctance or hesitation or anything-

And then his lips are on yours. They're soft, gentle, loving; and in that moment Professor!Dan Heng accepts his feelings for you, accepts that despite your circumstances, he loves you. He can't help it.

His hand caresses your cheek, his fingers card through your hair, and then his touch is drifting to your waist, pulling you closer against him as his tongue hesitantly swipes at your lips.

The kiss doesn't go father then that- as Professor!Dan Heng is too shy, too respectful of you to do more then that just yet, even if he wants to. So he breaks the kiss, his cheeks flushed as he continues to hold you close and mumbles

"I'm proud of you."

[the-scythes-pen]

Bleeding Pastels (Kabukimono x Reader)

The puppet's life is colourful; while tainted and stained with a dark smudge in the middle- originating from his creation- at least it won't discolour the world he lives in...

right?

Yandere!Scaramouche x Reader

Kabukimono era

Canon-divergent. Some abuse briefly described later on. Symbolism-heavy. Read between the rainbow to find the shadows that the light casts.

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I. Pink

The day that the boy first saw you, he almost mistook you for a god.

You sat alone underneath wispy sunlight that broke through the gaps in the bright pink petals above you. Gently fluttering down around you, picking up with the occasional spring breeze; sakura petals adorned your atmosphere and lay like a bed around your form.

The shade of pink that dusted the boy's cheeks was only somewhat darker then the beautiful pale pink of the sakura and it's flowers.

The boy could only stare in awe, lost in his own world of reverence and admiration- that was until a beautiful, soft voice pulled him out of his head.

"And who might you be?"

The puppet blinks. Your bright, vivid irises held him captive among the falling blossoms; his pale pink lips open and close without a sound- the boy unable to find a response.

You laugh. Gods, that sound makes something within him stir. It steals his artificial breath and replaces it with something so soft and light that he does not dare to look too deep into.

"Well? There's room for both of us here, if you want." You say with a smile, palm patting the soft grass beside you.

It takes a moment for the puppet to register your words, but as soon as he does it's like a string has been pulled taut- and he longs to loosen the tension that has formed. He makes his way over to you, his knees folded underneath him as he merely stares at you silently.

"You're that boy that guy brought with him a couple days ago, right? What's your name?"

For once, the puppet speaks.

"I... Don't know." His voice is soft, light, and almost somewhat childish. He sounds so innocent and boyish.

Your eyes wander down his face and trail down his arms. He doesn't say anything, but he can see you stop and stare at the joints in the middle of his arms; the ones attached with a ball and some hinges.

"Hey, you're not human, are you?" You say with curiosity in your tone, as you pull yourself onto your knees to take a closer look. Your hands are soft as they take ahold of his wrist and hand, pulling it out to a stretch as you stare in wonder at his unblemished skin and the way his arm connects to the rest of his body.

The puppet watches as a bright pink petal flutters down against the untainted sky and lands delicately in your hair.

"I hope you forgive me for oogling you; I've just never met someone like you before..."

Your eyes flicker up to meet his wide-eyed stare; and you offer him a smile as bright as the sunlight above.

"Your skin is so soft, and the way your elbows are designed is so cool! Are your knees like this too?"

The puppet doesn't say anything; instead unable to find an appropriate response as all he can do is nod his head.

"Really? That's so cool!" You say with wonder to match his own.

"I'm (Y/N). I-"

Your mouth hangs open, but no words escape you as you watch the puppet's hand slowly move atop your head. Delicate fingers pluck what his eyes are so intensely trained on from your hair, before bringing it down infront of the both of you to see.

"This... was on you."

You blank at the pink petal between his fingers, and for a moment the puppet's mind whirs to life with questions of whether he had done something wrong, but you soon snap out of your trance with a laugh. The boy sits still, confused about your reaction.

"Thank you. You don't have to show it to me though." You say before snatching the soft object from him and swiftly placing it atop his own head.

You laugh at the expression on his face from your actions, and the puppet finds the wonderful sound brings a smile to his face. He doesn't quite understand why you did that, or why you're laughing, but he finds your joy infectious all the same.

II. Purple

Over time, the people of Tatarasuna as well as the puppet himself learned how he differed and how he was similar to the humans around him.

He felt pain and bled just like they did. Yet, he didn't seem to have a heart. He didn't need to eat or drink either, but he claimed that he could and that he wanted to do so to 'become more human'.

The puppet- now called Kabukimono by his peers- also didn't quite understand social ques and what was wrong or right. After finding out that humans would often disrobe and bathe when they became dirty, the puppet had tried to do the same in the nearby stream of village. That little event had a few people swiftly ushering him to put his clothes back on while laughing awkwardly; as if he was a child who didn't truly know what he was doing.

Which, in all honestly, was pretty much what he was. A child who knew nothing about the world or people around him. But he was learning.

The pastel purple clothing that he was so often seen in flowed freely in the breeze; the smell of lavender was picked up by the summer wind off his freshly washed robes and filled his nostrils with the calming scent. It was the smell that adorned him whenever you were the one responsible for washing his clothes (as you often took turns among the other villagers to look after him).

He had grown to love that scent.

"Just... like... this." You said as you dragged the teeth of the comb through his wet hair; letting the Kabukimono watch your actions through the mirror.

"Think you got it?" He nods at your question, and you hand him the comb.

His hand is steady as he mimics your previous movements; dragging the teeth of the light purple comb through the strands of dark indigo atop his head. After a few strokes, he pulls the comb away; a deep violet staining the teeth as if to remind him that he wasn't like you.

You smile at him. "Perfect! Just like that. Now you're all set to wash yourself next time you need to."

The Kabukimono stares down at the comb in his hands; staring down at the violet that taints the pastel shade. You had gotten him this comb, it was one of the first objects he had ever owned. And now, because of him, it was stained a dark purple from the dye that was used for his colour- that still coated his hair.

And yet, the same dark stain that now marred his gift from you had dyed your palms a similar shade to that of the comb- a bright, pastel purple. Originally, he had panicked and apologized profusely for staining you, for tainting you, but you merely had laughed and said you didn't mind. That it would go away eventually.

And while others wore gloves when taking care of him and his hair, you didn't. You let your fingertips run through the dark locks and dance across the top of his forehead; you let him feel the warmth and softness of your touch as you scrubbed the dirt and dust that had accumulated in his hair. You let his colour stain you; and somehow, you managed to make the dark purple such a bright and beautiful shade of lavender once it touched your skin.

"My... arms hurt. Can you do this for me?" He says quietly, turning towards you and holding the comb back up to you with a pleading look in his eyes. You smile, the corners of your eyes crinkling in adoration at the Kabukimono's barely-concealed lie.

You had done a lot to take care of him and teach him about various things; he knew that lying was 'bad' and that he shouldn't do it. But even so, on rare occasion- like right now- he would say something small that didn't match what you already knew. And it would always end up with you taking a little extra care of him then you otherwise would have.

You knew you shouldn't let him keeping lying, but he was so bad at telling them, and it was adorable how he yearned for attention... so you couldn't make yourself scold him for his behaviour. You let this lie slide like all the others.

"Alright, alright. Come on then, turn around."

You can see the corners of his mouth tip upward in a smile, however subtle, as he did as he was told and let you run both the comb and your fingers through his hair.

The Kabukimono couldn't help but watch your hands. To seek glimpses of the bright purple staining on your palms that could only have been from him. He always loved when the other humans would point out your coloured hands and comment on how you practically took sole care of him with how often your hands took on the familiar shade.

Even when he wasn't by your side like a loyal puppy, it was like a part of him was still with you. Even if at first he saw the colour as a stain upon your otherwise perfect skin, you had assured him that it was harmless, told him you liked the colour, even.

You had taught him that being 'selfish' is one of the 'bad' things, and he shouldn't be 'selfish'. But if it was so 'bad', then why did it feel good? Why did it feel good to leave a piece of him with you, as if to claim you as his own human?

The teeth of the comb grew ever darker as they sorted through his indigo hair.

III. Yellow

For a being that was supposedly crafted by the hands of the god of thunder, the Kabukimono couldn't help but jump at each loud roar of lightning that dared to light up the dark night.

"Oh, Kabuki..."

The puppet was shaking; his arms wrapped around his knees as he sat staring at the floor, trying to ignore each jolt of thunder only to be hyper aware of every crash of it outside the window.

The pity in your voice somehow comforted the puppet, even more so when you kneeled beside him to pull him into a hug.

"It's ok, you're not in any danger. The Electro Archon would never hurt us."

The Kabukimono still shook. Sure, she may never hurt you, but to him- every bolt that struck the earth was searching for him; the fruit of the anger and hatred he knew his mother held for him.

Each flash of lightning lit the inside of your warm home a bright yellow. A stark contrast to the usual deep purple of the electro element he knew so well.

Your hand smoothed over his back, the other wrapped around his shoulders as you held him close. Another flash had him jump once again; burying his face into your shoulder as if to try to hide from the storm.

"Oh, hey, hey... It's ok..." You tried to soothe him, your voice gentle and low as his arms wrapped around you to hold tightly to your clothes.

Your arms wrapped around him were warm, firm, secure, as if you were the one shielding him from the tumultuous rain and deafening thunder.

"Ok, c'mon, lets go to bed."

The boy in your arms sniffled as you pushed him away from you, guiding him towards your plush bed.

"B-But... My bed..." He mumbled out, his eyes falling onto a small mat off to the side that you had done your best to make comfortable. And as shabby as it was, the Kabukimono loved it. You had made it for him, after all.

"You won't be able to sleep if you're over there, will you? This storm doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon, so... Why don't you stay with me? That way, I can protect you."

The deep purples of his eyes were wide and glossy with tears at your proposal; but he swiftly nodded and climbed onto the bed with you following suit.

The two of you got settled underneath the blankets, and the Kabukimono couldn't tell if your bed was just more comfortable then his, or if he really liked being beside you that much more then being alone. He watched as you shifted around; moving the pillow you normally slept on to rest underneath his head as you lay flat on the mattress next to him.

You smiled at him, a smile that made his chest tighten and something within his artificial body malfunction. His breath caught in his throat at the feeling of your fingers brushing along the side of his face, pushing his bangs out of the way of his eyes.

"Do you think you'll be able to sleep? I'll be right here if you need me."

The rain was loud on the old glass of your home; a flash of lightning bringing attention to the lack of purple that the Kabukimono had so loved to see on your hands.

But the fear of the thunder triumphed over his sadness that his hair no longer stained your palms; and he couldn't help but jump at the noise that shook him to his core once again.

Trembling hands grabbed your soft, steady one and brought it up to his cheek. The Kabukimono rested your palm against his flesh, nuzzling into it even as he shook in fear. You couldn't help but pity him, the pad of your thumb brushing over his cheekbone as you indulged him.

"You won't leave me, right?" He says quietly, warily, as if he's afraid the storm will hear his weakness and aim straight for his non existent heart.

The smile you give him almost looks sad. But it remains as sweet as it always does nonetheless.

"Never."

"You promise?"

Another crash of thunder has him jump once again, but with your hand against his cheek, he's quick to recover.

"I promise."

He peers at you and sees no trace of malice; no trace of annoyance or deception or betrayal. All he sees is you; your beautiful smile and crinkled eyes, glistening even in the darkest of nights.

The next flash of yellow lightning that illuminates the two of you only proves to show that even against the Electro Archon herself; your light is so much brighter then anything the god could conjure to harm him.

He doesn't jump at the sudden thunder. Instead, he lets out a shaky breath and pulls you forward- bringing your head onto the pillow that you had given him before he buries his head right underneath your chin; pushing himself into your body as if he wished to become one with you.

You can't help but smile at his unintended affection. Your hands move to embrace him; to smooth over his back and run your fingers through his hair.

"It's... bad to break a promise." He mumbled into your chest. "You won't break your promise, right?"

You let out a soft chuckle, tightening your embrace as you let the boy cling to you for life.

"Of course I won't. I love you too much to hurt you like that."

Your words were accentuated with another jolt of thunder. Another flash of yellow. And then a second bolt of lightning- this time, right through the cavity where his heart would have been.

I love you.

The words repeated in his head like a prayer; and he nestled himself deeper into your embrace in an attempt to muffle his thoughts and hide the pink on his cheeks.

The innocent, pure little Kabukimono had heard the words before. Humans who were close, who kissed and slept in beds together would say it to one another. Humans who were bound for life by little bands of metal on their fingers would whisper it to eachother whenever they pleased.

His tongue burned- yearned to repeat the words back to you, but something inside of him refused. Rejected the idea of feeling the intimacy of human love... of the idea that he could be with you just like all the other humans who loved eachother.

That night, when the puppet and his human had fallen asleep, the Kabukimono found himself without a single dream.

IV. Blue

Even when the Kabukimono wasn't under your care for that day, he still hovered near to where you were.

The old woman who was tasked to care for him that day was a vile creature. One who refused to acknowledge the puppet as anything close to human; instead treating him as merely an object, a plaything, something that could do whatever she wanted of him without complaint.

Because the poor Kabukimono didn't know how.

The puppet watched from where he sat by a large bucket. His hands were filthy; red and sore from scrubbing away at the clothing that he was forced to wash by his current caretaker.

He watched as you bid farewell to your fellow villagers; a basket hung off your arm as you walked into the nearby woods.

Oh, how he longed to follow you. To see where you were off to, to accompany you and watch every move you made.

He looked down at the water in the bucket, browned with dirt and dust. Surely, the water flowing through the stream in the forest would be nice and clean, right?

He's quick to set everything aside; emptying the water into the nearby crops like he was instructed, and then following you into the forest.

It was like your presence had merely teased him; he stumbled blindly through the brush hoping that you would be found in this direction. That he could, at the very least, be able to lay his gaze upon you once more and lighten this heavy feeling in his chest.

What the Kabukimono hadn't thought about, though, was just what you may be doing out here in the forest. And what he saw when he finally approached the familiar babbling brook stole his artificial breath away- the feeling all to familiar to that time had first laid eyes upon you.

The water was a beautiful crystal blue; your clothing lay next to the stream, a telltale sign of what he had stumbled across.

You looked divine. Beautiful. The way the water ran by your bare form and dripped so deliciously from your skin had the puppet star-struck. Pink was quick to dust his pale cheeks.

Then, like an all-too-familiar flash of sickeningly-yellow thunder, a thought occurred to him.

He shouldn't be seeing this.

Sudden panic washed over him, a fear he had felt so many times before now baring it's fangs at him once more.

If you caught him, you would leave him too.

He bolted.

The trees rushed by him in a blur of green; sticks cracking beneath his feet as he retraced his path out of the forest. Birds flew and squirrels panicked as he went by them like the roaring wind; and finally he reemerged from the trees to the sight of the village before him.

He felt warm. He couldn't get the image of you out of his head. The picture of you bathing in such beautiful blue waters was ethereal. He felt his chest tighten even further at the memory.

"You damn puppet! Where have you been!?"

The Kabukimono's face paled instantly at the shrill sound.

"You thought you could just go for a stroll through the forest, huh?! You didn't even finish your chores!! And where's my water pail!?"

The voice boomed. It's origin angrily stomping up to him before grabbing his wrist so harshly, he was sure it would have bruised if he were human.

If he were human.

"You damned-... Can't you do anything right!?" The old woman shouted, dragging the shrinking boy along behind her and towards her old, decrepit house.

"I'm sorry-" He tried to speak, tried to make himself heard over the pounding in his ears.

The woman was like a constant flash of thunder; waiting for the perfect moment to strike the puppet where he stood. And this time, it looked like he was all alone in this storm.

The woman tossed open her front door before dragging the Kabukimono inside, harshly slamming the door shut before she turned to him with a wild look in her eye. The puppet looked absolutely pathetic as tears welled in the corners of his violet eyes.

She shouted at him. Cursed at him. Pushed, pulled, hit him in whatever way she felt fit to.

The Kabukimono shut his eyes, and recalled the divine scene he had stumbled across just a little while prior. He pictured you, standing within the crystal blue water of the stream, and he pictured himself standing infront of you. The sky such a rich, pale blue above the two of you as you found comfort in one another's embrace.

"Are you listening to me!?"

The puppet opened his eyes, and all he saw was blue. The world was blue, he was blue, the old woman was blue, and the constant patter of liquid splashing onto wood from his cheek was blue as well.

A sad, soulless, cold blue. The blue of loneliness and pain.

He remembered how beautiful you looked underneath the cherry blossoms that day he first met you. The shade of pale pink that so beautifully complimented the darker pink on his cheeks that day.

He remembered how tightly you held him under the flashes of yellow that threatened to consume him whole. How you told him you loved him- how you promised you would never leave him.

And he remembered the blue of the water running by your hips. The blue of the sky above, the blue of the cotton of your clothing.

The pounding in his ears was overwhelmingly loud.

A blue hand raised itself before him.

Before it could hit it's target, the pounding stopped.

Everything stopped.

V. Red

The world's colours had returned. But they were so much darker then before. As if drenched in thick shadows that clung even to the most well-lit areas.

And it was like the Kabukimono was just seeing the real world for the first time.

The green of the foliage outside had turned from a beautiful bright shade to a deep, forest colour. And even darker still were the greens inside; where moss and mildew grew along the corners of the old house, and the various stains from archons-know-what seemingly having appeared from nowhere now dotting the surroundings with the deepest shade of black.

The puppet had seen black before. But this was different. Darker. And it was like the entire world had been tainted by those stains of black.

Even the deep brown of the rotting wood below almost seemingly started turning black as a dark red seeped into it's pores.

Such a deep shade of red it was. The colour akin to the same that flowed freely from his cheek; although his was so much brighter then the vile woman who stained the floorboards.

No- if he wasn't a human, then she wasn't either. She was merely a creature, a worm- that now lie pathetically limp at his feet.

Her words, despite his attempt to drown them out, had seeped into his head regardless.

You will never be human.

You will never be wanted.

You will never be needed.

Perhaps she had been correct.

After all, she had only been repeating what he had been telling himself already.

But, if she was correct, then what did that make of the words that the other villagers had said? What, pray tell, did that make the humans themselves?

Liars. All of them. Filthy, red-stained liars.

They had never once truly cared about him. Merely tossing him scraps, at best; demanding that he do things for them and barely leaving him to fend for himself.

Barely giving him space in their village, barely caring to try and be 'polite' with him- even when they demanded that he be polite around everyone he interacted with.

At first, he just accepted it. Of course he did. The world was bright, colourful, beautiful- but now, he's seen it for what it truly is. He's seen the suffering, the pain, the lies; the shadows etched into every crevice of this forsaken world.

He knows that they had lied to him when they said they considered him a fellow human.

And you had taught him, the saint that you are, that liars are bad.

Oh, you... how beautiful you are. How wonderful and amazing and kind you are. Out of everyone in this damned, pathetic village, you had been the one to treat him like an equal. To treat him like a human.

To love him like a human.

His chest tightened at the memory of your voice above his head that night; "I love you" falling so effortlessly from your lips as you held him close.

Archons, you loved him. You promised him you would never leave him. And you had never broken your promises before.

You loved him.

Deep purple eyes fell to the human shaped insect on the floor. And a laugh bubbled up from within him.

He did something bad. Terrible. He had made the woman who hurt him stop moving.

But it felt good.

And if it felt so good, then... why stop?

He was already stained a deep, dark black. He could never go back to being as pure as you had seen him. Perhaps, he had always been this way- perhaps that's why his so called 'mother' and her fox-pet had decided to seal away what was rightfully his. The power that she had inlaid within him.

The power that now pounded so freely through him. And it seemed like the only way to silence it was to let it go.

As the puppet exited the house, a trail of red followed behind him. Electro crackled at his fingertips as he walked towards the center of the village, and he revelled in the hushed and desperate whispers of the humans he passed by.

The pounding in his ears- in his head- only grew stronger with each passing second. The crackling electro a disgusting shade of darkened, tainted yellow as it emanated from him.

And like a bolt of thunder that once had scared him so; flashes of yellow now flew through the open air and showed no mercy to the humans he was surrounded by.

Screams filled the air, filled his ears- and all he could do was laugh. Such pathetic insects, all scrambling to seek shelter from his divine wrath. It was chaotic, beautiful, as red stained the ground and painted the houses in it's corruption.

A gentle breeze kissed the cheek that had rapidly healed it's wound. With it, it brought delicate pale pink petals from the sakura trees that were so abundant in this land.

The village fell still. Nothing but the blossoms that danced on the wind dared to move; to catch the eye of the puppet-murderer.

"K-Kabuki...?"

A voice so small called out to him, stirring him from his thoughtless-thoughts.

He turned to you, and it was like your very presence made the surrounding area brighten to how it was before. Suddenly the world was perfect again; bright and happy and welcoming and loving.

Your eyes, so beautiful and vibrant, were wide and tinged with fear. Your hair was still wet- evidence of your bath, but all it served was to remind the puppet of what he had seen. Of the divinity he had been so blessed to witness.

You didn't move as he walked up to you. You couldn't. Shock had it's tight grasp on your body and mind, and you were unable to even speak at the bloody scene around you.

The puppet smiled so sweetly at you. And despite being the same smile as he had always given you, it no longer looked so innocent.

"I love you." He said, voice proud and unwavering.

Your eyes darted to meet his. He looked so...

dark.

"What...?" You couldn't even process what he said.

"You said you loved me that night, and I never said it back. I love you, (Y/N)."

"What-... what did you do..?" Your voice trailed off into a pathetic whisper, and it made the puppet smirk as his hand moved up to cup your cheek- much like how yours had once done for him.

"They were... bad. All of them. They could have hurt you, like they did to me..." The pad of his thumb spread a deep red over your skin as it rubbed your cheek. "But you love me. You promised you would never leave me. And I know you would never hurt me like they did..."

It was like his eyes had become gateways to the abyss itself; dark, devoid of life- of the boy you had once loved. Black stained his beautiful purple irises; tainted the beautiful colour with darkness and something sinister. Just like the blood that now stained your cheek.

The puppet-murderer intently watched your face drain of colour; intently watched as your pupils shrunk into pinpricks- and made note of your body starting to tremble.

He knew the signs of fear- he himself had expressed the same many times before. He knew you were scared. His chest felt like it tightened around a non-existent heart... he didn't want to see you scared. Not of him.

"...They were going to hurt you. I-I heard them. T-They were waiting for you to come back, a-and they would have... I-I couldn't let them do that. I couldn't let them be bad. I-I wanted to protect you..."

You still continued to tremble. It was like you had barely heard the lie he had told- but you didn't push him away when he pulled you into a cold, blood-stained embrace. And that was enough for him.

"I will... protect you. Stay with you. I will... be good for you."

...another lie. He was no longer good- he could never be good again. His soul- his hands- were now permanently stained red... a red that would be drained of colour as soon as you left his side- and he refused to be seen with that vile black ick. He refused to let you go.

It was almost sickening how swiftly he was able to return to how he was just hours ago... innocent, sweet, gentle. Even as the vibrant crimson stained his once-white flesh. Tainted him. Changed him.

As you gazed at him with a slacked-jaw expression, you could see the surrounding area- the massacred village- devoid of colour... of life. As if the puppet-murderer had drained the pinks and purples and blues and reds and it all congregated into a swirling black in the center of his beautiful indigo irises.

Was your beautiful, sweet little puppet-boy always so... heartless?

The way he pressed his lips to yours was robotic. Stiff and almost forced- but you knew that this was just his way of doing things, until he got used to it.

Until he got used to kissing you. Loving you. Tainting you.

A colourless tear cascaded down your cheek, your eyes closed as the puppet continued to kiss you as sweetly and gently as he could.

When he pulled away, he gently took your hands into his own, and looked down to see you trembling in his grasp. He noticed just how pretty your hands were covered in red.

And his violet eyes flicked up to your face, your hair- his red-stained fingers reaching up to pluck a crimson petal from your hair.

The pretty pink looked good on you, he once thought.

But he thinks you look so much better covered in red.

[the-scythes-pen]

"The birth of the universe is a mistake. If civilization is a cancer emerging quietly from the boundless stars, then war is the only common language known to all intelligent life.

To correct this mistake and to clean up this tainted universe, Nanook became the avatar of entropy."

-Data Bank, Aeons

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The end of the world was just about as fiery and dramatic as people of other star systems and starships always talked about.

Or, at least, in the Destruction it was.

Thankfully, there was a noticeable lack of screaming and panic, however- thanks to the IPC helping to evacuate the people of this star system some mere 26~ hours ago.

Alas… the world had gone silent. Only you and a few other people had remained- feebly trying to preserve the name of your world, the history of your people; record the events and accomplishments that so many lives had worked towards on this little planet.

Yes. In the name of the Preservation, you were left on a dying planet- right in Destruction’s wake.

It came slowly- yet all too quickly. A burning, golden light- just a pinprick in the night sky. Then, when darkness enveloped your star system- or, rather, now star-less system- the light grew rapidly, consuming the stars in the distance and the nearby planets in the sky. Then came the flames, the carnage, the Legion.

The world was set aflame, slowly turning to molten rock as if it were being forced to de-age into a newly formed planet; except it was clear that the Destruction was not going to be so lenient. You and your peers watched as They consumed the nearby planets and your sun, and now, They had their eyes set on you.

There were only 3 other people who remained with you in this bleak apocalypse. Ironically enough, you couldn’t even remember their names. None of you had bothered to preserve your names in favour of preserving the memory of your world, of course.

When the end finally came for you and your companions, the golden light of Their Destruction was all-consuming, and soon, it came to consume you, too.

You could hear the screams of your peers as they were burnt away in the all consuming Destruction; the golden flames of Nanook turning them to nothing more than a memory in the lives of those who fled and left you behind.

However, compared to the others, you were swathed in silk.

The golden flames embraced you, coddled you, stroked your cheek and pushed a lock of hair behind your ear. The Destruction murmured incomprehensible whispers into your ear as your planet burned away, and were it not for Destruction, you’d be left floating in the void of space.

Then again, if it weren’t for the Destruction, you’d still have a family and home to return to.

You could feel the gentle caress of annihilation stripping you bare, as if you had no need for anything but Them. Your eyes yearned to close, to hide your mind away from the all-consuming flame that so oddly cared for you; and while your eyelids drooped, you could not even force them to close if you had wanted to. They wanted you awake. They wanted you to look at them.

In the middle of the end stood a god in a man’s body. Long, white hair, tanned skin, scarred and bleeding…. Nanook the Destruction looked upon you and said:

“In Destruction you will be protected. In Destruction you will be cradled. In Destruction you will be born anew.”

The golden flames that formed from his blood placed a kiss on the corner of your lips. The air was stolen from your lungs, and you could feel the warmth of Their gaze filling every fiber of your being. 

It was like you had been a mere empty husk before.

It felt like you were being reborn.

They stood silently, watching over you as Their will made you succumb to Their wishes. Their wants. Their desires.

The Aeon approached you, and your eyes could hardly focus on Them; always shifting between an ephemeral God and your equal; both above you and before you. Both cruel, yet kind.

Nanook placed a warm hand on your cheek as he took his place by your side. He did not care for your bare form, did not care for the way your half-lidded eyes seemed to gaze past him and into the infinity of the void he left in his wake. 

He was gentle. A lover, a friend, yet with the eyes of an overlord who had sinned too many times to be called anything but a Devil.

How, oh Lord Nanook, did the fall of your home bring you here before them? Why you, specifically? What were They going to do with you, why were They not casting your soul into the abyss like They did with so many others without a blink of an eye?

The Aeon did not respond. Instead, your questions and concerns were burnt away- reduced to embers as They filled the empty space with Them. And They were all you could think about.

The Sinner- your lover- soothingly ran Their thumb over your cheek as if to calm your fears. 

And finally, as your eyes began to burn from being unable to look away, the Destruction let you rest; held firmly within Their embrace as they fashioned a crown of ash and flame and placed it upon your sleeping head.

Once more, They whispered into your ear: incomprehensible murmurings of a madman mixed with words that nobody but the Aeons could ever hope to understand. Yet you could feel Their coos sinking into your skin, your mind being filled with Their praise and Their declaration of unending, ever-burning love.

You hear Their voice. Deep, husky, dangerously enthralling and filled with the golden liquid that poured from Their being. In the back of your mind, They tell you that they had destroyed world after world in search of something worthy of this plane; of this existence, this universe… and after so much pain, They had finally found you.

[the-scythes-pen]

Shining Silver (Lucifer x Reader)

Soft lucifer propaganda

"I... ahh... (Y/N) (L/N), being of... a-ah... the three realms..." you squeezed your cunt around his cock; hand moving to cup his cheek and encourage him to look at you, "offer my soul... to the demon before me."

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"Are you sure about this?"

His voice was serene, gentle and full of love and concern. You swore you had never seen his eyes so soft before.

"I'm sure." You said with a soft smile of your own, and Lucifer was swift to capture your lips with his own; his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he pushed them back and down into your abdomen even more- his thick cock parting your slick lips and sheathing itself within you.

Your lips danced in a heated battle; unable to get enough of the other as if you two weren't already intertwined absolutely. Your cunt clenched around his cock, squeezing him to get him to start moving. But he didn't respond, only leaning deeper into your body as if he truly did want to merge as one with you.

It was only when he pulled away from you did he start the slow draw of his hips, setting the pace agonizingly slowly as he forced you to savour every inch of his cock.

His lips reconnected with your jaw, tongue swiping at your flesh before he sucked a little on the spot; moving down to a place high on your neck next and repeating the action. Your hands came up to entangle themselves in his raven-black hair, only moving slightly when you felt the slow but gradual protrusion of scale-y horns emerging on his head. You were quick to stroke them, lovingly running your fingers and palms over both appendages as you felt every nick and smooth scale in detail.

The drag of his cock within your walls was agonizingly delicious; you just wanted him to pound you, to drive you into the bed and make you scream for him over and over- yet this slow, loving pace was so good, you never wanted it to end.

His pace only picked up the further he traveled down your neck, sucking and licking your flesh all the way down until he stopped by the base of your neck. You felt fangs graze your skin- sending a shiver down your entire being. Your body was screaming with need, just wanting him to take the plunge, yet something in the back of your head told you not to submit. To fight it. To fight him.

"Relax." He mumbled into your flesh, pulling away to gaze at you with half lidded eyes. "Your natural instinct will be to run. But I need you to fully submit yourself to me if we are to do this."

You nodded; a jolt of pleasure suddenly running through your core as a soft pair of fingers rubbed over your clit. Your eyes screwed shut momentarily, and you could feel his cock twitch inside of you. You opened your eyes to give him a sloppy smile.

"I love you, Lucifer." You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Take me."

The thrust of his hips picked up speed, driving into you deliciously as his hand pulled away from your clit, leaving you clawing at his shoulders for the loss of stimulation.

But his hands moved underneath you, and in one swift motion you were easily lifted into the demon's arms; he turned away from his bed and slammed your back into the nearest wall, roughly thrusting himself into your wet cunt as he panted into your neck. Wet slapping sounds filled the room, your juices spilling out onto the floor below.

"Lucifer..." you murmured, "start it."

He took a moment, but he pulled his face away from the crook of your neck, eyes closed and face loose with pleasure. He tightened his jaw, willing himself to open his eyes and hold your shining gaze.

"I, Lucifer Morningstar..." he took a sharp breath, "Avatar of Pride..... ngh..." his thrusts picked up more speed, "Son of the Holy Father..." he gritted his teeth, "offer to join with... ngh... this being before me."

Fuck, you could feel your orgasm quickly approaching. And Lucifer was only going faster.

"I... ahh... (Y/N) (L/N), being of... a-ah... the three realms..." you squeezed your cunt around his cock; hand moving to cup his cheek and encourage him to look at you, "offer my soul... to the demon before me."

You could feel magic flare up around the two of you; Lucifer grabbed your hips and stumbled away from the wall, slamming his hips into yours as jet black feathered wings moved to envelop you.

His face buried once more in the crook of your neck, his cock kissing your deepest parts with every ecstasy-laced thrust. You felt his fangs once more graze over your flesh.

Your nails dug into his back, your hips tightening around his waist as he pushed himself into you. And as you felt the coil of pleasure begin to snap, you leaned your body right against his, causing his breath to hitch.

You felt it. The sinking of fangs into your flesh; a stinging pain as your head suddenly felt light. But the pain came on too late to stop your orgasm; and you let out a loud, pleasure filled moan as you came on your lover's cock. Lucifer continued to fuck you through the orgasm to drag it out as long as possible.

It felt heavenly. The pleasure from your cunt and the sensations his cock continued to pump into you seemed to flow through your veins- it seemed to attach itself to every corner of your body as you fell limp in the demons arms, drunk on the pure euphoria of sexual pleasure.

You couldn't feel much else- but you were hyper-aware of the demon's cock inside of you. It felt like your senses were heightened wherever his cock touched you, while your other senses turned off everywhere else. You could feel thick ropes of cum paint your insides; you could feel the drag of his cock as he fucked his cum deeper into you. You could feel every twitch- every pulse of his member as he fucked you through your everlasting orgasm and through his own.

After what felt like an eternity, his face pulled away from your flesh as the thrusting of his hips slowly came to a standstill. He kept his eyes shut; breathing heavy from such a lovely orgasm and the rushing feeling of you inside of him. His wings moved even closer to you as he simply hugged you into his form.

Now that his fangs had been removed from you, your body was starting to come back to itself. You no longer felt every little inch of his cock still sheathed in you; every little drop of cum that soaked your walls and threatened to spill from your puffy lips. Your senses gradually returned to normal, and only now did you become aware of the lighter feeling within you, and the dull pain in your neck.

You kept yourself buried in him; your face in his shoulder and body slumped against him.

You felt weak, but complete. Soft hands moved to stroke your back gently, as if comforting a small child as Lucifer moved backwards towards his bed.

"Come on, love. You need to rest properly."

You mumbled something incoherent into his flesh, causing him to chuckle before prying your koala-like body from his own and placing you onto the soft mattress of his bed.

He was quick to climb in with you, scooping you back into his embrace and placing you on one set of wings, while the other set moved to wrap around you once more.

He held you close, simply steadying his breathing and enjoying the pure warmth your body emitted. His entire being tingled with power; with something new. And while it was a strange feeling indeed, he could proudly say he loved it- because it was you. It was your soul fusing with him. It was the two of you becoming one.

He couldn't help the soft smile that graced his lips at the thought. He couldn't wait for you to come to and feel it yourself.

Leaning down, he brushed his lips against the top of your head, earning a small hum from you as you nuzzled into his chest. His hand idly dragged through your hair, fingers gliding through locks softly and occasionally stopping to rub into your scalp.

He loved you. And now, the two of you had been bound for eternity.

[the-scythes-pen]

Duality (Wriothesley x Reader)

A commission for a dear friend of mine with the prompt "gentleman in the streets, feral in the sheets" ♥

Warnings: fem!reader, pet names: baby girl, good girl, etc., filthy filthy smut ending with tooth-rotting fluff, I kinda went feral myself while writing this

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Wriothesley kisses the back of your hand like he worships you. Cups your cheek so gently and reverently, as if you were his queen and he, your king.

The way his eyes beheld yours made your heart flutter; the gentleness in his gaze and the smile on his lips spoke of his love for you- even as he whispered the words “I love you”, it was his expression and the way he held you while he said it that really made sure you understood he meant every word.

Truly, he was the perfect gentleman. It wasn’t uncommon for someone’s grandma or grandpa to see the two of you and remember their youth, when they were with the love of their life, and could recall that the way Wriothesley looked at you was exactly how they looked upon their own partner once upon a time. 

The question of when the two of you would get married was asked often; the old folk who would stop to comment on your fondness for eachother always wondering why it hasn’t happened yet. Of course, Wriothesley would laugh it off, immediately speaking to smoothly change the subject to draw attention away from how bright your face had gotten. 

Yes- everywhere you went, it looked like Wriothesley was the gentlest giant; so loving and sweet with you; your knight in shining armor.

Oh, if they could only see how you looked beneath Wriothesley’s large form.

The way your face scrunched up with tension and pleasure; the mewls you’d let out as his strong hips thrust into your own. 

The way Wriothesley looked at you now was nothing short of animalistic. Of ownership. 

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

You nod furiously as he continues to berate your poor pussy, feeling his breath fan over his cheek as his arms wrap around you gently.

“Then cum, sweetheart. Cum hard on my cock.”

Those dirty words send lightning to your pussy, and soon you were convulsing on his dick as he continued to rut into you; cooing about how much of a dirty slut you are for him. 

Sharp teeth would nearly pierce your flesh as the wolf growled into your neck; groaning so deeply as your tight walls clamped down hard around his member. Every movement made the bed creak; every moment you could hear the wet slaps of his body slamming so deep into you, tip spearing your cervix with every thrust.

“Gods, I…” Wriothesley’s voice was husky, breathy. “I love you so much…”

His cock twitched as he could feel his balls tighten. Every moan you had spilled for him hit him in that moment; every delicious whimper and plea you made had built him up to this- this desperate, feral beast above you. 

“‘M gonna breed you, love… Would you like that? Would you like me to breed you?”

“Wrio- please-” 

The grip he had on your hips left angry red marks on your skin; a reminder of just how much love and passion poured into his every movement.

Yes, Wriothesley fucked you like an animal. But he also fucked you like he loved you.

Every inch of his thick cock dragged against your slick walls; precum spilling from his tip as he pushed it deeper into your pussy with harsh and brutal thrusts. He smashed his lips against yours, feeling how his cock throbbed heavily within you, and he thought about how heavenly this was- like he wanted to do this every night for the rest of his life.

“Fuck, you’re so tight… just like that…”

He breathes against your lips, voice deep and rumbling as his sweat-coated forehead presses against your own. 

“Need to cum, baby- ‘M gonna cum for you, ‘kay? Gonna fill my babygirl up…”

The beast threw back his head with a guttural groan; his cock and balls twitching with release.

“P-please-!” Your desperate cry for his seed pushed his orgasm into overdrive; and suddenly every pump was spilling semen deep into your guts; pushing it farther and farther inside you with the voracity of a feral animal. He growled deeply as he filled you, hands gripping your hips so tightly that if you were lucid enough, you would be sure his hands would leave marks.

Your pussy clamped down repeatedly on his girth, milking it for every drop of essence he could spill. He lets out another low groan as he feels you tighten, your cunt made for his cock as his hips sputtered with their movements.

Oh, but he wasn’t done- not until you came too. Wriothesley was never one to leave the love of his life unsatisfied.

He grips your hips and lifts up your lower half, ensuring he can hit that spot deep inside you that made you arch your back and moan so deliciously for him- and once you were in that position, he moved one of his large hands to dexterously rub harsh, furious circles into your clit.

“Wrio-!”

You gasped sharply as your pleasure felt like it was about to burst, like you were about to burst. Wriothesley groaned again as he felt your walls flutter, and saw your face scrunch up in ecstasy.

“That's it, baby… that's it. Cum for me, cum for me, pretty girl…”

Despite his heaving chest and the way his cock ached with overstimulation, he was determined to feel you orgasm, and he picked up the pace of his thrusts once more; slamming his dick deep into you with desperation.

“I-I’m gonna- ngh-!”

You arched your back, pretty tits on display for him as he fucked you; clit swollen and pulsating with the furious beat of your heart. All while Wriothelsey coo’d at you, his voice husky and breathy as he told you how beautiful you were, how good you felt, how hot it was to watch you cum on his cock.

And soon enough, the tension inside you snapped, and a gush of fluids drowned the wolf’s dick in your release as you came. The sound of wet slapping echoed through the room as he continued to pound into you, fucking you thoroughly through your orgasm. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-!”

And suddenly, it was all too much for your lover as well- his cock twitching violently within your tightness as he came again, his face burying into the crook of your neck as he continued to pump himself into you; his dick just barely spurting leftover cum into your guts.

All too soon, it was over- the both of you panting so, so heavily as you came down from your highs. The once noisy room was reduced to just the sounds of heavy breathing; the feeling of his sweat-slicked body pressed against your own as his arms slid around you, holding you tight against him.

“Gods- you feel so fucking good… You’re amazing…”

His lips press a sloppy kiss to your skin, and you whimper in satisfaction at the sensation. He continues to place kisses upon you, his heart swelling behind his firm, broad chest as he litters marks of love across your flesh.

“I swear… It was like you were made for me.” He groans. “I love you so much…”

His lips brush the corner of your own, and you’re quick to turn your head slightly to capture him in a loving, yet lazy kiss. It’s sweet, intimate, and you can taste the saltiness of sweat, but it doesn’t matter- nothing else matters other then the way Wriothesley holds you, the way he cherishes you and loves you unconditionally.

When the kiss breaks, he buries his face in your neck again, breathing in your scent as he holds you.

“Wanna do this every day for the rest of my life…” He murmurs. “...wanna fuck you and love you every single day…”

You can’t help the way your heart flutters beneath your breast; the way his husky voice sounds so loving and sincere- you know that in this fucked out state that he means every word he says.That the way he holds you is like the way a lover would hold their soulmate.

“...Marry me.”

He murmurs into your skin, pressing another kiss to the side of your neck.

“Let me make you the happiest woman on earth.”

“Wrio…”

Your eyelids are wide open at his words, despite how exhausted you feel; and your lover pulls away from you just enough to look down at you, and you see the sincerity in his expression.

“I’m serious.”

He takes your hands off of his neck, pinning your wrists on either side of your head to the mattress.

“Let me love you for the rest of our lives. I want to see you walk down that aisle- I want to treasure you and treat you the way you deserve.”

It’s unusually silent in the room after this, as your brain scrambles to process his words… scrambles to respond to him.

“Yes.”

Without a second thought, the word tumbles from your lips. And just like that, his lips come crashing down onto yours for a passionate, heated kiss.

Because, despite how this man fucked you like a feral beast- whether it was in the sheets or in a tucked-away alleyway, he was always a gentleman to you. Always loved you with his entire being. He always valued your words, your feelings, your love… and he was sure he would cherish you for the rest of your lives.

With your hand in his, you tamed the wolf. The savage beast of the Fortress of Meropide. The man who was undisputed in all of the underworld bent a knee only to the one he loved with all his heart. 

The kiss was broken with a soft gasp, the two of you breathing heavily once more from the intensity of your love. His touch was gentle as he brushed hair from your sweat-coated forehead, and his smile was even sweeter.

“My world, my love… my everything.”

He speaks softly, nuzzling his nose against yours as his steely eyes close in bliss, savouring your warmth and touch.

Wriothesley, the Wolf of Meropide, was a lovesick fool for you. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Kofi

[the-scythes-pen]

Crawling out of the depths of whatever hellhole I was in to write my own version of how Blade would react to you getting hurt

(I saw a post about it and had differing thoughts to OP)

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Before getting hurt, Blade doesn't think he really cares about much. You can take care of yourself, can't you? You don't need him to be there every second to baby you- nor does he want to.

When you do get hurt, however, and you're being carried to a nearby cot to be treated- Blade just stares at you. He doesn't seem to have any reaction whatsoever. His expression is blank, eyes cold... he's practically glaring.

He doesn't stick around to watch you get treated. Instead, he goes off on his own- whether to fight enemies, or meditate. He's seen enough blood in his long, long life- it all looks the same to him. Including yours.

However, absolutely do not take his lack of "reaction" and his absence as him not caring. Its just... complicated. Emotions are complicated for him, especially when it comes to you, and seeing you hurt badly like that... he doesn't know how to react. He doesn't know what to do.

He's snappier then usual; quieter and definitely more prone to mara-attacks. He watches you from afar; makes sure you're ok, makes sure you're still safe... but its almost like he's avoiding you, like he can't stand to be around you for too long.

Everytime he sees you, red flashes in his vision and he sees you covered in wounds. Sometimes they're of his own making, and other times they're of whatever enemies he failed to subdue.

It's a very slow process to get Blade back to how he was with you before. And he's still watching you from afar- from the corner of his eye; silently ensuring your safety like a loyal yet distant shadow in your wake.

Take his hand and pull him into a hug- tell him that you're alright and he'll stiffen, perhaps even just grunt in response- or even push you away.

Tell him you miss him, that you promise you won't leave him- and perhaps catch him after a nightmare, or right after meditation- and you may just find yourself tightly embraced within a pair of very strong arms and a man whos just scared to lose the one good thing he has left in his life.

[the-scythes-pen]

Natural

When they masturbate... Zhongli - Xiao - Baizhu - Childe

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There's nothing wrong about indulging in something that is completely, utterly natural. But for certain people- or in this case, a certain someone- this feels almost shameful. To be so lost in his head, in his yearning to touch, to be touched; he feels like the young man he looks to be.

It's been centuries since he's had such an urge. Normally, the former Archon is quite good at controlling himself, no matter what it may be. But today... no. He can't hold himself back anymore.

Zhongli's long, thin fingers wrap around the shaft of his cock; his palm pressing to the soft flesh as he makes one firm stroke from base to tip. He can't help the groan that falls from his lips.

It's been centuries since Zhongli had been so enraptured by someone- let alone a mortal. But- he thinks to himself- it's no wonder he's fallen so deeply into this desire. It's no wonder his cock his as hard as stone now that he's seen you.

It was purely an accident- one that the former Archon had dealt with in such a perfect gentlemanly manner. His mind wasn't even thinking of your body in such a way at the time, but now that he was alone in his room....

His thumb swipes across the mushroom-like tip, feeling the beginnings of pre-cum being dragged along by the pad of the digit. And slowly, ever so slowly, his hand is dragged back down the length of his long member, as his mind flickers back to the naughtiest thoughts he could have of you.

It was an accident. He had simply offered to let you use his shower, that was all. And, being your dear friend, he had grown worried when he heard a loud thump come from within the bathroom. He knocked on the door once, twice, asking if you were alright- and when no response came, he felt a twinge of anxiety in the back of his mind- and he announced he was coming in.

Yet what awaited him was a sight that he wasn't ready to see- or at least, his heart wasn't. You were gorgeous. And there you were, water running down your skin as you stood with your arm over your eyes, panting heavily against the wall of the shower with your fingers buried deep between your legs.

The occasional water droplet obstructed his view of your form through the glass sliding door, but his mind was quick to fill in the blanks behind the scenes. And yet, he swiftly apologized, not thinking much of the situation other then regret about seeing you in such a lustful, needy state- and he shut the door once again.

Zhongli's wrist curls in on itself as his palm drags down his shaft once more, causing his hand to twist and turn as he slowly pumps the hardened length. Archons, he couldn't get the thought of you out of his head. The way the water ran so perfectly down your breasts, the way your fingers were buried so deep inside of your cunt- he needed to be the one to slide his lithe fingers past your folds and feel that little spongy spot within. To look up at you with half-lidded eyes full of unbridled lust as you desperately writhed and clung to the sheets, begging him for more, more, go faster morax-

As if obeying your imaginary voice, his hand beings to move faster. But even his own large hand is not enough to stimulate his even larger cock.

His other hand quickly grips his member just above where his first hand was, and he thrusts his hips upward into his touch in desperate need. He squeezes- just a little bit- and another deep groan rumbles in his chest.

Oh, how delicious it would be to have you wrapped around his cock. To feel your walls squeezing around him for dear life- so much more then he dares to squeeze his cock right now- to feel how wet and tight you are as he thrusts into you so wonderfully slow. To drag every inch of his length inside of you, to make you feel every. single. bit.

It's getting harder to control his groans now, and in a state of unfocus, Zhongli can feel his cock shift within his grip- more bumps, more ridges, and a brown-gold fade forming from the tip to halfway down the shaft.

His tail thumps against the mattress as he thrusts his hips upwards, his mind utterly consumed with a lust he hasn't felt in centuries.

Oh, to hear your wonderful moans in his ear- to hear you cry his name as he thrusts his tip into the deepest parts of you, as he massages your g-spot over and over and over again. The adeptus, now in his divine form, growls. His hands move faster, and his balls begin to feel heavy with seed.

One hand focuses it's movements around the head, twisting and turning and jerking faster and faster, squeezing around him just as your tight cunt would if he were to have you beneath him in this very moment.

He can only dream of how tight you would be.... of the way you'd moan as you felt the bumps and ridges of his draconic cock stimulating you non-stop.

He lets out a low, deep growl- not unlike one of an animal- and moves ever faster.

"Fuck-!" The adeptus hisses as his hips buck wildly, his tip bubbling with endless amounts of pre-cum as he approaches his climax. The image of you within that shower pops in his head once more, and oh- his feral, heightened instincts remind him of the faint scent he picked up but refused to even acknowledge at the time- the scent of your arousal. Of the pheromones that pummelled him as soon as he entered the bathroom- diluted from the moisture in the air, yet still picked up by his predator-like senses.

He's desperate, his hands squeezing around his cock harder as they move furiously up and down his throbbing length.

And in that moment, something clicks in his mind. The sound of the thump he had heard from you was the sound you had made trying to contain your orgasm. The look he saw on your face was you on the tail end of it.

That thought alone is what causes him to cum. Long, thick ropes of white hot seed erupt from his cock and stain the bedsheets in a long line infront of him. He doesn't stop his movements, continuing to furiously pump his cock over and over again, milking his essence as much as he can. His eyes squeeze shut; golden orbs covered as his head is thrown back from the intensity of it all.

It's obvious how long it's been since he last came, with each rope of sperm thick and long and potent. The man hisses as his cock continues to throb and twitch, his orgasm lasting so much longer then normal due to how long it's been since he's last had one.

His chest heaves as his cock finally stops spurting the creamy liquid; remnants of it dribbling down his tip and coating his fingers in the sticky substance.

Zhongli pants heavily, his mind completely devoid of thought as he basks in the bliss that his release had brought him.

It takes him a few minutes before he finally regains himself, and he opens his eyes with a sigh, gazing down at the mess he had left on his bedspread.

He had just washed these sheets too. And now they were stained with thick, heavy ropes of seed. He'd have to wash them again.

He lets out another groan-like sigh, his adeptal form retreating in favour of his mortal appearance.

Sure, such acts are natural for all living creatures- but surely he could find a better way to prevent such a huge mess in the future. Perhaps, if you would permit it, he could spill himself deep inside of you instead?

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Xiao was disgusted at first. Or at least, that's how he acted- but it was far from the truth.

He knew it was a natural thing that all mortals did. He knew that even some adepti indulged in the act- but in all honesty, the Yaksha had never been one to even think about such things.

"Xiao...." The sound of your sweet, sweet call fills his head again, and the Yaksha squeezes his eyes shut in a desperate attempt to try to drown you out. But it's no use. He shuts his eyes, and he sees your hands between your legs, furiously pumping a long, thick toy into your sloppy cunt as your other hand rubs swift circles into your clit.

Xiao groans; not one of pleasure, but one of annoyance, one that says "get out of my head!". And yet your delicious moans and cries do not leave his mind. They do not cease their endless assault on his imagination.

He knows the basics of it. He knows generally what one does when engaging in such... primal acts. But he's never indulged in them himself- not once, over the two thousand years of his life.

A side effect of being a serious, devoted Yaksha.

But the adeptus cannot ignore the throbbing of his cock within his pants. He can't ignore the way you called out his name as if in such pain- only for him to appear in an instant, to find you cumming on that fake cock you thrusted inside your tight cunt.

It's a struggle for Xiao to contain himself. No, he thinks, he can't give in to something so... disgusting.

...but it's only natural for someone, whether mortal or adeptus, to crave intimacy at least once in their life.

The Yaksha's pale yellow eyes narrow with a huff. He can't ignore it anymore. He can't even bring himself to think about anything else but the way you so sweetly cried his name as you made a mess of yourself and the bedsheets below you.

On the roof of the Wangshu Inn, nobody would see him.

He swiftly pulls down his puffy purple pants, his cock instantly springing free. It looks so foreign to him- seeing his own dick so stiff and erect- but he can barely take a moment to even think about it before his hand grips the shaft tightly.

He instantly lets out a moan. He's never done this before- he's never felt a hand on him like this, even if it is just his own.

Experimentally, hesitantly, he moves his hand- and another moan spills from his lips. He's so sensitive, and his member twitches almost violently with the small movement. He can't believe how good this feels. How his hardened member feels like it's throbbing and pulsating with desire even within his very grip.

His technique is sloppy, inexperienced, hesitant- but so full of desire and desperation. He's quick to speed up the movement of his pumps, his hand running up and down the entire length of his cock as he leans back in pleasure.

He knows the basics. Sex between a man and a woman involves the man thrusting his penis into the woman until they both cum. Masturbation, at least for someone with a dick, consists of the individual simulating the thrusting motion of sex with their hand.

He knows the basics. He knows what he's suppose to do- and yet his movements, despite being swift, are so sloppy and hesitant, like he isn't sure he's even allowed to be doing this.

He lets out another moan, letting his head fall back and his lust-clouded gaze to turn to the stars above.

He feels some odd sensation swiftly beginning to from inside of him- deep within his lower abdomen; an ache within his balls. It drives him to move faster- almost an inhuman pace. It just feels so good, he can't stop. He can't. No matter how much he thinks he's above such lewd desires and acts- he can't get the thought of how your cunt took that toy out of his mind. He can't get the imagery of you beneath him as he drives his cock in and out of your tight hole out of his head. He needs this, like he needs air to breathe.

Clear fluid dribbles from the slit of his tip, steadily running down the bright pink flesh and onto his fingers and shaft. He looks down, and his heart pounds in his chest as he watches the liquid ooze out of him. He doesn't know exactly what it is- but it provides much needed lubrication to his movements- and the sensation drives him wild.

He's quick to grab his shirt in his other hand and lift it enough to put between his teeth- a desperate attempt to silence his increasing moans. He can't help himself- not when his cock is so sensitive, leaking pre-cum almost non-stop and practically itching to burst.

The throbbing, pulsating ache within his abdomen and balls is almost too much to bear- and before he knows it, his muscles tense, and an overwhelming euphoria consumes him as he throws his head back in bliss. Spurts of thick, white cum gush from his tip as he continues to pump his twitching erection, and Xiao is completely lost in the ecstasy of the moment. His teeth clench hard on the fabric of his shirt, his hips thrusting upwards desperately- as if seeking to find you and bury deep inside of you as he cums.

He's never felt anything like this before. He's never felt something so good- so euphoric- and he's completely lost in the sensation as his mind is filled with images of you, and the sound of your sweet, sweet voice calling his name as you cum.

Even after his cock stops twitching; even after his thick seed has stopped gushing from his tip, he still feels lost in the sea of orgasmic bliss as he lets his back hit the hardened slats of the roof. He pants heavily, completely spent as his hand still desperately grips his cock. He shudders, and finally understands the appeal of such acts.

Hell, the Yaksha craves more- craves more of that amazing sensation he just felt for the first time in his entire life. He craves to feel what it's like between your slick walls- to feel the soft skin of your thighs, your folds, to feel what it's like to plunge himself deeper and deeper inside of you.

The thought of doing so makes his hand start moving again. He lets out a groan through gritted teeth- his cock immensely sensitive and throbbing again as he stimulates it further.

It's going to be a long, long night of self-discovery for the innocent little adeptus.

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Baizhu rarely indulges in his desires. Primarily because he just doesn't crave to do so as much as other men- but also due to his weak condition.

But it's a natural need that can build up inside someone over time- and that need may require release at some point, lest someone become pent up and acquire other less savoury side effects.

But the doctor has to be careful not to exert himself- which is quite a difficult task when it comes to acts of lust and desire.

Still, Baizhu manages.

It had been quite difficult for him for a decent few years of his life- only able to use his hands to pleasure himself as he desperately tried not to push himself, despite how badly he needed the extra stimulation. But once the doctor was able to acquire a new invention from Fontaine- one that was often used by female patients of his- it became much easier.

The soft hums of vibration from the device fill the otherwise quiet room as Baizhu holds the tip of it just under his cockhead. The hardened member jumps and twitches in delight at the delicious sensations coursing through the entirety of it's length, and Baizhu tries his best to calm his breath and relax into his pillows.

For so, so long the doctor has had nothing but his imagination to feed his orgasms. It was essential for him to have such fantasies to drive him to the edge- seeing as he couldn't push himself very much physically.

The toy in his hand, however, makes the task much much easier for him- and he leans his head back with a quiet, elegant groan as he indulges in the pleasure.

He may not require such a vivid imagination anymore, but it's not like something like that just disappears. In fact, he doesn't mind it in the slightest- it just makes the eventual climax all the better and more satisfying for him.

The buzz of the vibrator grows a little louder as he increases the intensity just a little bit- his lips parting in a deliciously soft moan once more.

Pre-cum oozes from his tip as he continues to hold the toy just under the head, his other hand moving up his bare abdomen to caress a single nipple. His actions are gentle, slow, deliberate- perfectly crafted and planned to give him as much stimulation as possible without risking his already quite fragile constitution.

Behind his closed eyes dances visions of your nude form between his legs, your own hand stroking his cock meticulously, lovingly, as your eyes gaze upon him with the gentlest of expressions. The thought of such an intimate scenario makes his chest feel light- and it helps push the man just that little bit closer to orgasm.

Breathy moans and the constant hum of the device create the lewdest of symphonies within the otherwise empty room; with Baizhu lost in his head and the feeling of the toy on his cock.

In his head, you lean over him and kiss him gently; swallowing his light, airy moans as he can't help but softly jerk his hips up into your touch. He can imagine the way your breasts would feel under his touch, the way your folds would be coated with slick from your own excitement.... and oh gods, his cock twitches at the thought of you sliding down his shaft and taking him fully inside of you...

Green hair sticks to his forehead from sweat, his heartrate picking up despite his best efforts. He writhes a little bit at the sensations that shoot down his shaft from the vibrator; at the imagery of you loving him and pleasuring the both of you.

In a desperate attempt for more stimulation- to give him that extra push he needs to cum- his other hand clutches onto his shaft, giving light jerking motions to desperately simulate how you would feel clinging around him.

And it's the thought of you cumming on him; of your whole body trembling as you cry out his name that drives him to orgasm. It's a delicate dance of not straining himself as he cums, but he manages- he always does- and that familiar white cream shoots out from his tip and coats both his fingers and the vibrator that ceaselessly stimulates the head of his dick.

His voice is so breathy, desperate as your name falls quietly from his lips, golden eyes falling shut as he loses himself in orgasmic bliss.

Despite his best efforts to not strain his frail body, he still ends up covered in sweat and breathing heavily; his dick twitching from the aftermath as he slowly but surely makes sure the vibrator slows down to a stop.

He takes a moment to breathe; to regain himself and steady his thoughts and feelings as his heart beats faster then he should have let it.

He's more exhausted then usual after such a session- most likely due to the thoughts he had of you- but dammit, it was worth it, and despite his better judgment.... he'd do it all over again if he could.

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It's not his fault you looked so damn sexy like that. It's not his fault that he's become more stressed lately. It's not his fault that he craves such lewd things so frequently.

Childe pumps his cock relentlessly- leaning back into the plush pillows fit for a harbinger as he lifts his other arm to place behind his head.

Blue ocean eyes close as he relaxes further into the bed, his mind running wild with desire and thoughts of fucking you so hard you need him to carry you around the next day.

Unfortunately, this situation is a little more commonplace for the young harbinger. Leaning back into the bed in his private quarters, jerking off to the thought of you- fuck, he does it nearly every damn night now.

He can't help that you look so damn sexy when you're covered in sweat; doing your best to keep up with his attacks while throwing out your own. Archons, the look of concentration and determination on your face makes him want to pin you down and stick his tongue in your mouth whenever he sees it- wants to push his hand down your pants and feel how wet you get from his fingers alone.

Fuck, he only meant for this to be a quick session- he needed to get back out there and complete an assignment before his target moved on. But he can't. He can't stop himself- the intense need to fuck his fist- to fuck you- overtakes him and he can't stop.

Deliciously dirty moans fill the room as the harbinger imagines he's fucking you; his cock disappearing into your tight little hole over and over as his tip kisses your cervix with each long, harsh thrust. Oh, what he wouldn't do to have you underneath him as he breeds you... as he makes love to you in the most animalistic of ways... to hear your voice call his name over and over until you finally scream for him. He doesn't give a shit if anyone else hears you or him- all he cares about is making you both feel amazing.

Childe suddenly stops his hand with a deep groan, irritation boiling within him as his hand releases his cock and flies off to the bedside table- fumbling to grab the bottle of lube he keeps there, as well as the fleshlight that he had used last night.

He's quick to lay the toy on his chest, bringing the bottle of lube into his hand and flicking open the lid before tipping it over onto the head of his cock. He watches the way the thick liquid drizzles down his pink flesh, running down the hardened shaft for a moment before he takes the fleshlight and does the same thing.

He watches- relishes- the way the lube coats the pussy lips of the mock vagina; his finger caressing the plastic skin before easily slipping inside.

"Mmm, so wet for me, aren't you?" He thrusts his finger inside a few times, making sure to thoroughly coat it in the lube as he imagines it's your cunt that he's fingering. But for Childe, it's only natural he gets lost in the scenario. It's only natural that he indulges in his little fantasy just a little more.

"Yeah, that feel good baby? Mmm, moan for me... that's right..." He slides another finger inside the toy as he continues to finger fuck it; and in his head, it's no longer just a fake toy, it's you; it's your cunt his fingers are slipping inside of, its your pussy that's wet and needy for his throbbing cock.

Almost reluctantly he pulls his fingers out of the cold plastic hole; his mind too embroiled in his fantasy to care much about how lifeless the toy is. He places the entrance of the hole at the head of his cock, and swiftly slides it down his shaft with a groan.

Fuck, your cunt would be so tight, wouldn't it? Childe thinks to himself as he fucks his hips into the toy; as he jerks the fake pussy up and down his shaft to a chorus of wet squelches not unlike that of real sex.

"Oh baby, I need you so bad..." The harbinger says quietly to himself as he throws his head back again, relishing in the way the toy hugs his cock. But it's not enough. It's been used enough now that it's stretched out a little bit- it's not as tight as you would be. But it will have to do.

The ginger lets out another moan, this time a little choked and full of desperate need. Archons he wished you were here. That he could fuck the real thing instead of just this fake, prototype-toy from Fontaine. Oh how he wishes he could make you his; to pleasure you from morning till night, until you cry and beg for him to stop because it's too much- too good, and even then he still wouldn't be satisfied.

He thrusts himself faster into the toy, his hand squeezing around the hard exterior shell as his cock slides into the softer plastic within. But he soon finds that not even this is enough for him- and he pulls himself to his knees, taking a pillow and rolling it up before sticking the fleshlight within. He slowly slides his cock back inside of it with a deep groan, and is quick to resume his fast pace from before.

His hips jerk back and forth, and his moan is deep and rumbles through his chest. He focuses his entire being on fucking the toy below him; imagining it's your beautiful little pussy that he's sliding inside of. That he's hitting your g-spot with every thrust; pushing that delicate button over and over and over again until you cum with a cry of his name.

The sounds of wet thrusts fill the room as sweat drips down the pale flesh of the harbinger; his hands gripping the bedsheets as he leans over the pillow and fucks into it faster and harder- desperately chasing his approaching orgasm.

"Fuck- yeah, you like that girlie? You like when my cock fills you up? Yeah cum for me baby- cum for me and I'll fill you up too..."

He can almost hear your cries of pleasure in his mind as he cums- his hips stuttering and barely able to keep up the same rhythm as he releases his seed deep inside of the toy. He lets out a low groan of bliss, his orgasm raking his body for the third time in the past 12 hours....

He can feel his cock throbbing and twitching even after he finishes blowing his load; and he pulls out his sensitive member from within the toy and watches the semi-clear fluid spill forth from the fake pussy. His pupils dilate in desire as he watches it drip onto the bedsheets below, and he already knows that he needs more. That he needs to cum inside "you" again.

Gods does he love the way his cum looks as it spills from "your" pussy.

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ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪssɪᴏɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴋᴏғɪ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs! ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ ʜᴇʟᴘs!

[the-scythes-pen]

Just a Little More

Alhaitham x Reader with a surprise guest at the end

Smut; fingering, exhibitionism, squirting.

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"Unless you want Kaveh to see you like this," a deep, husky voice rung in your ear, "then I suggest you keep quiet."

You had to hold back a breathy gasp as you felt the tips of Alhaitham's lithe fingers push the fabric of your panties between your folds, teasing your entrance with the material and the pressure of his fingers as he drags his pads slowly up and down your hole. You could already tell you were soaking wet.

"Ugh, I'm always the one to clean up around here!!" You could hear Kaveh shout from the kitchen, "and why am I always the one to have to cook dinner!? Why can't you cook for once?!"

Alhaitham paid no mind to the nagging from his roommate; instead, his chin rested upon your shoulder as he pressed his chest into your back, an arm around your waist to hold you still as his fingers danced along your sex. You yourself could barely listen to Kaveh; both hyper aware of his presence yet too lost in the bliss of feeling the Scribe's touch. Your mind felt muddled, foggy; too lost in the fog of arousal to really focus on anything except Alhaitham.

His fingers were splayed across your folds, pressing into you despite the delicate touch of his middle finger barely ghosting over your clothed clit. The tip of it running slow, wide circles just around the edge of the bud, obviously trying to draw out your need.

"'Haitham... please..." You managed to whisper. What you were asking for, whether it was for him to just touch you already or whether you wanted him to stop- you weren't sure. All the Scribe responded with was a hum; one of satisfaction and one of encouragement, as if to say "go on, tell me what you want".

You could hear the banging of pots and pans along with more irritated grumbling coming from the kitchen. You squirmed in Alhaitham's hold, your hands clawing at his forearms as you tried to steady your breathing and your mind.

"Please... J-Just touch me already..." You mumbled, desperately, and Alhaitham let out an amused huff before you felt his lips connect with the side of your neck and his fingers remove themselves from your sex. You almost whined when you felt his hand remove itself from under the waistband of your pants.

"If you want more, you're going to have to do it my way." He said huskily; his other arm now releasing your waist only for both his hands to find the waistband of your pants, thumbs hooking into both it and your panties before attempting to drag them downward.

"W-Wait-! Kaveh-"

"He'll be a while. He needs to be constantly watching the pot to make sure it turns out well. You'll be fine... unless of course, you want him to see you like this."

You shifted, unsure of how to proceed until you heard the water running from the sink in the kitchen. Surely Alhaitham would be merciful and let you finish quickly... right?

You bit your lip, lifting your hips up so the Scribe could pull down your pants and underwear. Except he didn't stop at your thighs, or your knees... He kept going, and before you knew it you were helping him pull your clothes completely off; your slick sex now exposed to the warm air of the living room.

"J-Just be quick..." You mumbled, to which the Scribe let out another hum before he readjusted you in his lap, putting your legs overtop of his to spread you open.

If Kaveh were to walk in, he would get the most perfect view of your wet pussy.

Alhaitham's arm snaked around your waist again to pull you flush against him, while his other hand returned to it's rightful place over your sex. A single finger rubbed overtop of your labia, dragging oh-so-deliciously up and down your folds as if to tease you into begging him to just fuck you already.

You nearly jolted in his grasp when you felt the pad of his finger push into the top of your slit, slipping past your folds to press into the erected bud that begged for attention. He spread apart your folds with his index and ring fingers, while the very tip of his middle finger ghosted around your clit in circles.

"Where did you even put the onions?!" Kaveh shouted from the kitchen. You could hear the sound of a knife on wood; the rhythmic chopping of ingredients complimenting the sound of a sizzling pot.

"Where I usually put them." Alhaitham responded coolly, as if he didn't have you spread wide open for anyone to see as he touched you so lewdly. You had to stifle a moan as you suddenly felt him push his finger harshly into your clit, suddenly rubbing intense circles into the bud.

Damned bastard wanted you to moan. To alert Kaveh to your predicament.

"They aren't there-! Oh, nevermind..."

And just like that, the Scribe's touch was gentle again. His middle finger back to barely touching you; merely a whisper of a touch around your clit. You whined at the sudden loss of stimulation, but Alhaitham was quick to rectify that. His fingerpad pushed back the hood of your clit, gently rubbing horizontally across the even more sensitive area at the base of the bud. You squirmed in his hold again, feeling your pussy ache to be filled.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you? Not that I mind, I just didn't expect you to be this aroused just by me touching your clit." He said lowly into your ear, causing you to whine as he pushed his finger downwards to your entrance, collecting the slick that coated you before returning to the sensitive base of your clit.

"You're so wet for me, aren't you? Perhaps I should do this more often."

You couldn't help but continue to squirm, desperate for more stimulation then just the gentle touch of his finger. You wanted- needed more- so much more. Your hips bucked upward, causing Alhaitham to chuckle under his breath.

"You really are quite needy today, aren't you? Very well, I guess I can indulge you."

Suddenly his ring finger removed itself from the side of your cunt, joining his middle finger in rubbing over your entrance. Your breath halted as you anticipated the plunge of his fingers into your needy pussy.

"I know you're desperate, but try to keep quiet, would you?"

And just like that, his fingers were buried to the hilt between your walls. You could barely hold back your moan.

His fingers dragged themselves back out, the now slick pads running up your entrance and over your clit before pushing back downwards and back inside your cunt. He pushed them firmly against your upper wall, pushing them slowly deeper within you before dragging them back out again. This time, he didn't move to drag them over your clit, instead he pushed them back inside. Your cunt greedily sucked them in as if your life depended on it.

You could hear the sizzling and spitting of a boiling pot, and the muffled sound of Kaveh humming to himself as he cooked. Your walls clenched tighter around Alhaitham's fingers.

"I wonder what got you so worked up. Was it that I decided to take you here on the couch? Were you just that desperate for my attention? Or.... do you like the thought of Kaveh seeing you like this?"

Your eyes squeezed shut as your cunt betrayed your thoughts, squeezing around his fingers again at the thought.

"I wonder what he would say if he were to see you, his dear friend, spread open and being fingered like this..."

His fingers pushed faster into your messy cunt, now angling more upwards so he could repeatedly jab the tips into your g-spot. You let out a quiet moan as he progressively started to speed up.

"Do you think he would like to watch? Perhaps he'd even like to join? He hasn't brought home anyone since he moved in; I'm sure he's almost as desperate as you."

You couldn't help it- your mouth hung open as you let out strained gasps and moans. You tried to keep quiet, to keep your noises in check, but even if you managed to remain completely silent- the squelching of his thrusts into your wet pussy would have filled the quiet room regardless.

"Alhaitham-!" You whisper-shouted, "slower, it's too loud....!" Your fingernails dug into his forearms as your pussy clenched around him again.

"I don't see how that's my problem."

"Alhaitham-!" You let out a gasp, a loud one, as his pace sped up even more. The very top of his palm now laid flush against your clit, rubbing into it as he pounded into your spongy upper wall.

Fuck, he was going to make you cum hard. You could feel it building faster and faster with each passing second.

"When do you think (Y/N) will be here? Shouldn't they have arrived by now?" Kaveh shouted from the kitchen.

"Oh, I think they'll be cumming any minute now."

You would have scowled at the double entendre if you weren't so close; your body hanging on the very precipice of orgasm. You squirmed in Alhaitham's hold; you tried to keep your legs open despite how desperately they wanted to close, you tried to keep your desperate mewls in check lest Kaveh hear you, you tried-

Your ears perked up at the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. You gasped, now clawing at Alhaitham's arm for him to stop lest you be discovered, your legs desperately trying to close but being pushed even wider apart as the Scribe pushed his own legs apart.

You squirmed, the footsteps just outside the doorway now, but your bucking hips and desperately fluttering pussy gave away just how close you were; as if each step Kaveh took to getting closer to seeing you was pushing you over the edge.

Alhaitham's fingers sped up, his entire arm now moving with the force of every thrust. There was no doubt that Kaveh could hear the wet clicking of your pussy from where he was now.

"Cum."

It wasn't a suggestion, it was an order.

"Hey, what's that-"

You squeezed your eyes shut as they met the ruby hues of Kaveh's; throwing your head to the side to avoid his gaze as you came hard around Alhaitham's fingers. The hand he had around your waist swiftly moved up to grab your jaw and forcefully turn your head back towards Kaveh; and your eyes peeked open just enough to see the stupefied look on the architect's face as he watched you cum. As he watched you squirt; the force of Alhaitham's thrusts causing the fluid to gush out of you and soak into the fabric of the sofa below you.

Kaveh's face went beet red. His eyes were locked on the way your cunt greedily took Alhaitham's fingers.

You panted hard, your body covered in sweat as you started to come down from such an intense high. You shut your eyes again to avoid Kaveh's embarrassing stare.... as if you didn't enjoy the way he seemed mesmerized by your intense and messy orgasm.

Alhaitham clicked his tongue as his fingers slowed their pace; his grip on your jaw loosening before falling back down to it's place on your waist, your head rolling back to rest on his shoulder. He made sure to drag out your orgasm as long as he could before he pulled his fingers out, accompanied by a click of his tongue in disapproval.

"You made a mess. See?"

Despite your exhaustion, you peeked your eyes open to see the Scribe spreading his fingers apart infront of you; covered in slick and cream and connected by strands of fluids.

His fingers danced before your eyes right over Kaveh's face.

You could feel the burn of your cheeks as you shut your eyes; trying your best to steady your racing heart and regain your ragged breath.

"Well? Are you going to stand there, or are you going to come take a closer look?"

Your eyes shot open at Alhaitham's words, your head lifting somewhat to get a better look at his roommate. You could see him gulp, his gaze shifting off to the side of the room. He was flustered, for sure, but you couldn't help the way your eyes drifted downwards to hover over the bulge that was steadily growing within his pants.

"U-Unlike you, I-I'm a gentleman, and I will only-"

"Kaveh..." You mumbled, eyes locked onto him as he met your gaze. He gulped again. That seemed to be all the permission he needed before he walked over to you; that adorable blush on his cheeks only darkening as he dropped to his knees before you.

His ruby eyes met your half lidded gaze, his jaw tightening momentarily before he dove forward- his tongue making contact with your creamy entrance, causing you to jerk your hips in shock.

....you don't think you'll be eating that dinner that Kaveh was preparing tonight.

Not once did he break eye contact. And you could feel Alhaitham's hands move to force your knees ever-further apart.

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kofi / comms open

[the-scythes-pen]

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[the-scythes-pen]

Just a drabble of Dottore

I wrote this in a discord server I'm in cause I finally got my signed print from his VA, and I couldn't stop thinking about what he wrote on it and another little tidbit he said during the livestream signing 👀

It really wasn't suppose to be fleshed out at all, and it was only meant to be a short lil description of what was floating around in my head, but apparently I am incapable of making anything less then an actual fic >~> So excuse any mistakes or pacing issues or whatever because it wasn't really my intention to make this a fic akjhdaskjhd

Below is the copy and pasted, unedited ficlet I wrote for some smut with our beloved evil doctor. enjoy

----------------- But just… Being alone with him in his lab, sitting on an examination table… he tells you that for your own consideration, he's going to perform a physical examination, because you may have been exposed to some virus somewhere and he wants to make sure "you're not going to spread it".

But he doesn't put on gloves- no, instead his hands are bare, and he takes your hands and looks up and down your arms, trailing his fingers across your flesh ever so lightly…

He reaches your shoulder, and he tells you that you need to strip. "Is this really necessary?" You ask, and all he says is "Oh yes, quite."

So hesitantly, shyly, you pull your shirt over your head and expose yourself to the doctor, and he gives a deep hum as his eyes roam over you… A hand comes up to skim across your side as he leans in to "get a closer look". He shifts to the other side, his other hand now roaming your flesh as his other hand stays on your waist….

The hand that explores every curve of your body now traces across your breast, sending goosebumps over your flesh as you feel his fingertips skirt over your chest. The hand keeps moving upwards, however, and he strokes a single finger over your collarbone, almost seemingly admiring your body as he does so. Then his hand comes to rest on your neck, his fingers splayed on either side and if he just squeezes….

Another shiver runs down your spine as you feel his other hand move from your waist, and suddenly Dottore is pressing himself between your legs and into you, leaning in so his lips are beside your ear as the hand that was previously on your waist now grabs ahold of your bra covered breast. You inhale sharply, his sudden action taking you by surprise. You can feel his breath across your ear, your neck, your cheek… and he speaks oh so deeply, in such a teasing voice that seemingly has your mind shutting itself down just to listen to whatever he has to say.

"My my, you seem to be getting quite restless. Do you really enjoy this? Such a simple examination, and yet you derive pleasure from such an act… how curious. It makes me wonder just what happens to be running through that pretty little head of yours."

He kneeds his fingers into your breast, squeezing it a bit before he slips his fingers under the top of the bra cup to grab a hold of your hardening nipple, tugging it a little bit just to hear you choke on your breath.

And gods, is the chuckle he lets out the hottest thing you've ever heard. He squeezes his hand that sits around your neck, just a little bit, but he's strong, and you can feel how easy it would be for him to cut off your airflow. Your heart pounds in your chest as he tweaks your nipple again, your eyes wide and shiny as you gaze at him.

"Let us continue with the examination, shall we? Oh, and do try to restrain yourself. This next part may make you… a little bit sensitive."

As if his gentle touches across your flesh so far haven't made you sensitive enough. He drops the hand around your throat to lay on top of your chest, pushing you back against the examination table as he moves to rid you of your pants.

Your face is flushed as he places the garments to the side, leaving you in just your bra and panties infront of him. He lets out another deep hum as he eyes you, allowing you to sit up once again.

His hands start from your waist, running down your hips and down your outer thighs, but its clear he's not examining you anymore. Not with a touch this light- and not with his eyes seemingly peering into your soul, taking in every little change in expression you make.

His hands get to your knees before they become firm against you, now rubbing upwards to your inner thighs. Once he reaches halfway up each thigh, he forcefully pushes your legs apart, lowering himself to your clothed cunt as he lets out another thoughtful hum.

A hand moves from your thigh, and he digs his fingers into your clothed slit and drags. You let out a shaky breath as you feel your arousal build even more then it already has.

His fingers move up and down your slit slowly, as if he was trying to collect the growing slick from your sex.

His fingers move upwards a little bit more then before, and bump into your clit- you startle; and Dottore's head whips up to see your reaction as a grin tugs on his lips.

"The next part of the examination is going to get a little… intimate." He says with that grin, and you feel your heart pound even harder in your chest.

"Is this really necessary?" You struggle to speak, your voice shaky and quiet as Dottore laughs at your question.

"This examination is mandatory."

And suddenly his fingers are rubbing harshly into your clit through your panties, causing you to squirm in place. He laughs as he watches you slowly unravel under his touch; slowly losing yourself to your growing need.

"Come now, are you really going to stay silent this whole time? Let me hear you whimper."

Dottore's hand suddenly removes itself from your cunt, but the absence doesnt last long- he's quite to dive his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, his fingers easily sliding down your slit and slipping inside of you.

He starts pumping two fingers into your cunt rapidly, and you can't help but whine. He laughs again, as if enjoying watching you trying not to succumb to him and your primal urges, and yet doing so anyway.

His other hand comes off your thigh and reaches for something nearby- something a little behind you. He leans into you to grab it, causing his fingers to dive a little deeper inside of you. You whine again as he taps against your g-spot, now incessantly thrusting into it with vigor.

You don't notice what he grabbed before it's too late.

You feel the slight sting of a cold blade drag over your skin between your breasts. It barely makes a scratch, and yet it somehow cuts cleanly through your bra. It falls away with no effort, as Dottore turns his attention back to your sex.

He's swift to move the blade through your panties, making another clean rip before pulling the fabric from your body.

He places the knife and the scrap cloth on the side of the table, his eyes now falling onto his fingers diving into your exposed sex. That grin is ever present on his face, and it only seems to grow the more you writhe and moan and squirm. Your hands claw at his arm, desperately needing more- more stimulation, faster, harder, more. Your brain is foggy with the need to feel him inside of you.

"Ah- ah please," you whine through hard breaths, and he moves his gaze back up to your flushed and slightly sweaty face.

"Oh? Whats this? Is someone getting close?" He asks smugly, and if you weren't so desperate for him you would have scowled.

"Please," you whine again, but it just makes his grin even wider.

"Please what?"

"I'm… I'm so close…" You mumble out, almost inaudible over the loud squelching of his fingers inside of you.

"Oh are you now? And what makes you think I'm going to let you cum?"

Your breath hitches as the implication, at the way he speeds up his thrusts and the force with which he hits into your upper wall.

He leans back into you, his chest pressing against yours as his lips hover over your ear, his breath warm against your flesh as it makes your hair stand on end.

"Beg me…" He says lowly, almost growls. "Beg me to let you cum, and I might consider it."

Your walls tighten around his fingers at his words, and pleas start falling from your lips before you can even think.

"Please Dottore- please let me cum-" You whine loudly, squirming even more underneath the pressure of his body on top of yours.

"More." He demands.

"Dottore please-!* I need to cum… I want to cum… a-ah- so badly… please…"

Your voice sounds like it's on the brink of tears, and you can only imagine the smirk that Dottore wears upon hearing you.

"Look at you… So desperate for someone like me. Tsk tsk… this was suppose to be a professional examination, you know. And yet you were too much of a slut to control yourself…"

Your fingernails dig into the arm that pumps into your pussy.

"Well, I am in a good mood today… Perhaps I will indulge you."

You nearly cry out as your needy, throbbing clit is suddenly given the attention it needs; his other hand now pressing swift, firm circles into the bud.

"Well? Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to cum all over my fingers and this table? Go on then, my little slut. Cum for me."

You let out a cry as you release onto his hand, his movements never ceasing as he rode out your intense orgasm- dragging it out for much longer then you could endure. But it was bliss. Finally a much needed release, finally such an intense orgasm given to you by his hand….

Your hands on his arm go slack and you let your body fall forward into his as you finally come down from your high. With your flushed cheek pressed against his shoulder, you pant heavily- taking in his scent and relishing in his warmth and presence. His hands slow to a stop, allowing you a moment of respite.

"Tsk…" He sounds almost annoyed, but he doesn't push you off of him. "Such a mess…" You shuddered as his fingers drag up through your slit, collecting the abundance of juices that have pooled from you.

His hands finally move away from your cunt, travelling upwards to your chest to gently push you from him.

He watches you intently as he pushes you back onto the table; your sweaty, warm back pressed against the cold metal.

"It looks like you will be needing treatment for quite some time, if you are to overcome this…. condition." He exaggerates the final word as his eyes run up and down your exposed body.

"Your prescription…" He trails off, and you feel the table shift ever so slightly under added weight as Dottore pulls himself on top of it- on top of you.

"….will be an injection, administered once daily…" He fully crawls over top of you, hovering above you before sinking himself onto you, his lips meeting your neck as he grazes his teeth along the flesh.

"….every day, for the foreseeable future."

His hips grind against your pussy, rubbing over your sensitive clit through your folds. You can feel how hard he is through the fabric of his pants.

"Thankfully…" He nibbles a bit on your skin, "I have more then enough to give you."

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Yandere!Hubert x Reader - Obsidian Moonlight

Another commission for my dear friend 👀 I really hope you enjoy this ;3c

Warnings: noncon that turns into dubcon?, aphrodisiacs, I stray a little bit from official lore but shhh, I spent way too much time writing what was suppose to be optional smut 💀

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The outskirts of Faerghus were chillier than usual at this time of year; with a dusting of frost upon leaves and a blanket of white to cover the earth. 

The current residents of a military camp located in the western side of Faerghus weren’t used to the biting cold of the northern kingdom; it was obvious by the way they huddled around fires and bundled up in overdramatic warm attire. Meanwhile, you were kept in the warm and “safe” confines of a solitary tent; the area being sparse with decoration compared to the other tents you had glanced at, with nothing more than a couple of cots and a desk that remained suspiciously clean and empty of its usual papers.

However today, you merely laid in your cot as you watched your “tentmate” go around his business. The usually empty desk now had several different alchemic ingredients, ranging from herbs and powders to a few stones and liquids. The man was engrossed in his work, carefully combining various ingredients to formulate new potions and, from the looks of it, poisons.

His pale hands carefully and methodically picked apart the petals of a nightshade, placing a singular one in different bottles of liquid. The flower almost seemed to glow a beautiful shade of violet compared to the black and white of the man and his tent; it was so dull and grey here you almost thought the man was in mourning.

As you watched him place the final petal in another small bottle, you let out a sigh. 

“If you plan on using that against any of the higher ranking soldiers in the King’s army, it isn’t going to work.”

The man quirked an eyebrow at the sound of your voice, his interest piqued as he turned to you with narrowed eyes.

“Oh? And why is that?”

You rolled your eyes at the question. He knew why, you thought to yourself. Why he even asked that question of you, on the other hand, you did not know.

“There’s a special flower called the sunbloom that only grows in the forests of Faerghus. It has only one antidote, and it’s just as rare and mythical as the sunbloom itself. You’ll practically have guaranteed success, as long as your victim doesn’t have the antidote.” Which the king and his friends have, you conveniently left out.

The man let out an interested hum, now fully turning to face you as he leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest. If you were anyone else, the man probably would have scared you. But he seemed to have a certain amount of respect for you that seemed to make you invulnerable to whatever oftentimes malicious ideas he came up with for his “guests”.

“Is that right?” He asks in that deep voice of his, black hair shifting slightly as he tilted his head. “I was under the impression that the sunbloom was just that- a myth. Let alone the thought that it doesn’t poison, but rather heals… and it doesn’t grow in winter.”

With another sigh falling from your lips, you turned over in your cot to face the side of the tent- to turn away from him.

“You should know that even something with properties as mystical as the sunbloom, when combined with the right ingredients, it can become something far more malignant. As for when it grows…” You trailed off as you lifted your hand towards the tent wall infront of you, finger pointing at it but intention clear regardless. The chains that bound your wrists clanked with the shifting of your arm. “There’s a forest over there that, when you go deep enough inside of it, you’ll find the midday sun shining right onto a patch of them.”

Another hum rumbled through your captor’s chest. All went silent for but a moment before you felt a cold hand snake over your shoulder, nimble and slender fingers gripping your chin as he pulled your face to look up at him; his body towering over yours. His eyes glinted dangerously; yellow like the hues of a flammable powder. He held a smile on his face, that had you been anyone else, would have left you terrified.

“You do know what happens if you lie to me, correct?”

It felt like he was staring into your soul. Like he was analyzing every little bit of you and picking your mind clean. Hell, for all you know, he was doing just that. The man gave off an aura of a supernatural being, and was as sharp as the blade you had carried into the camp. And he seemed to know you better than anyone else you had ever met.

“And why would I want to incur the wrath of the Shadow of the Empire, oh mighty ‘Lord Von Vestra’?” 

Your words caused his face to darken, his smile broadening in a way that would surely have most people running.

“It’s not like I told you anything you didn’t already know.”

His smile deepend even more.

“Very clever, my dear. It seems you know me well.”

He dropped his grip on your chin, straightening himself back to his full height. He then turned from you, returning to his desk as he picked up a potion tube and swirled it around a bit.

You knew he knew your plan. A lure to get him alone in the forest with you before you carried out whatever he thought your goal to be. 

The piece of midnight obsidian passed down through your clan was as strikingly cold against your flesh as always; tucked away under the confines of your bra. Inlaid with powerful dark magic, you knew it would only take one strike to kill Hubert Von Vestra. And you knew he didn’t know about it.

You were the best assassin in Faerghus; the unknown shadow of the King’s Areadbhar. You were the strongest of your clan in over a hundred years- and you would prove yourself today by severing the right hand of the Empire.

The unsuspecting sorcerer placed down the vial he had been swirling around, taking another one into his hand before doing the same to it. 

“Even with as much as I know about you and your family,” he started, his eyes never leaving the swirling liquid. “I still cannot discern what your intention is once you have me alone in that forest. You know I will Silence you; it would be a hassle to have you setting fire to the surrounding trees after all.” He placed down the vial once he was satisfied with it, and picked up a new one. This one had changed to the colour of a deep blue; a luminescent sheen to it as it sparkled in the dim light of his tent.

“And you are completely disarmed. There would be no way for you to take advantage of me.” He turns back to you, eyes scanning over your form as he continues to absentmindedly swirl the contents of the new vial. Another sly smirk tugged on his lips.

“However, I will take you up on your nonverbal offer to join me. I’m quite intrigued to find out just what you plan on doing.” He sets the vial down on the desk behind him, the beautiful bright blue sheen causing it to stand out against the other vials of midnight blue.

He walked over to you, manifesting a key from somewhere as he took it to your wrist- the familiar clinking of metal the only sound you could hear in the silence of this snowy evening. The shackle fell from your arm and clattered onto the ground, as Hubert turned his attention to the other binding that remained clinging to the opposite wrist. It was quick to fall to the floor with a muffled clatter as well, before the mage straightened himself again.

“With your extensive training in flora and alchemy, I’m sure you’re aware that moonblooms are just as powerful as sunblooms- and even rarer than the latter.” 

He gripped your forearm with surprising strength as he pulled you to your feet; his warm breath fanning across your face from the proximity of your bodies.

“Needless to say, I'll be needing you to come with me for this… excursion." He said lowly in your ear; his gravelly tone sending shivers down your spine.

Leaving the warmth and relative "comfort" of the tent, the chilly Faerghus air bit through your clothes in greeting. You whined at the reminder of your missing coat.

“If we're going to be heading out into the forest, can you at least let me grab my coat? I think letting a prisoner freeze to death would technically be a war crime.”

“We’ll only be out for a little bit. Are you really in need of it? After all, you’ve trained to endure much worse.” He spoke nonchalantly, causing you to narrow your eyes and grit your teeth. Yes, you had trained for worse, but it still was uncomfortable, and from the feel of the night air, it might actually kill you if you’re not careful. You mumbled obscenities under your breath as you followed along behind the cruel man, letting your pride get in the way of your rationality. 

The camp almost looked deserted with how few people there were. Torches and bonfires were kept low; lights from inside tents were turned off or dim, and only a few guards roamed the compound for their night shift.

Hubert didn't bother to secure you in any more chains or restrain you as he walked you out of the camp. He knew as well as you did that you'd follow him wherever he went without complaint. 

The sky was truly magnificent at this time of night; bright stars across a midnight sky with a stroke of bright blue against the near-black backdrop, as if the Goddess had taken a paintbrush and deemed to add a little bit of colour to the monotone night. 

It reminded you of the deceptively beautiful poison that Hubert had been handling a few minutes ago. That bright blue streak of stars just as alluring in the night sky as it had been within the flask.

The crunch of snow was the most audible thing in the dead quiet of the night, the occasional rustle of leaves as the wind blew through the trees or the hoot of an owl guiding your way towards the nearby forest. You traveled slightly behind the mage, eyes glued to the back of his raven haired head as you got further and further away from camp. 

The way you saw it- if he wanted to do this in the dead of night, then so be it. Your power will blot out the light of the sun or the moon either way.

Your mind was consumed with thoughts of the mission; with the fear that you would see on his pale face as you aimed your spirit blade at his heart. 

You didn’t notice when he stopped for a moment, or when he reached out his hand- until his fingers tightened around your wrist. His palm, despite being gloved, was warm against your exposed skin- and only now did you realize that you were shivering.

“Stay close to me, unless you wish to freeze to death.”

With that, he tugged you towards him, causing you to stumble into his side. He merely gave you a smirk in response to your scowl, but something in your head made you cling to him all the same. He practically radiated warmth, and you wondered if he had somehow ingested a warmth potion before heading out without you noticing.

The vicious chill in the air bit through what clothing you had on, and the obsidian piece against your breast felt even colder than usual- its presence heavy against your flesh. Just a little more, you thought, and then…. Retribution.

Neither of you spoke the rest of the way into the woods, even as you huddled a little too closely to your captor and indulged in the warmth he gave. He said nothing; made no comment about how you practically hung yourself off of his arm as the two of you walked; as you tried to suck up your obvious discomfort from the cold and just pretend you were doing this because he told you to. 

It took at least another couple minutes for the two of you to reach a small pond amongst the trees. It was as dark as the sky without stars, and for a brief moment you wondered if he had dragged you out here to drown you in it- to discard you secretly so the Empire could not be blamed for your disappearance. But that thought was promptly pushed away as soon as the warmth at your side disappeared, with Hubert detaching himself from you to move to the side of the pond.

Those wolf-like eyes scanned the area for signs of the flower you sought; mumbling to himself about the moonlight not being good enough here or… something. 

Your hand came to rest against your breast- against the enchanted obsidian. Your time was approaching.

Suddenly Hubert turned back to you, his eyes piercing into your soul for a moment before he spoke.

“Well? You are far more capable of identifying flora than I am.”

You narrowed your eyes at him again before letting out a sigh, mumbling a small “fine” before coming over to where he stood. 

Your own eyes scanned over the snow covered forest floor, trying to find any sign of the legendary flower peeking out from beneath the blanket. With seemingly no luck, you turned your trembling frame towards a nearby bush, hoping that it was what you were looking for. 

Moonblooms were even rarer than sunblooms, to the point where you had never even seen a moonbloom yourself. But when you laid your eyes upon the white buds that looked as pure as the snow below, you knew you had found them. And even if you didn’t- the obsidian against your chest resonated with the flower, a blooming warmth suddenly emerging from the stone as you drew closer to the budding flowers.

“This is it…” You trailed off, half in wonder and half in contemplation. The only way the flower would be useful to either you or him would be if it was just that- a flower, not a bud. 

When Hubert made his way beside you, he looked at the buds with a thoughtful hum; a hand cupping his chin as he no doubt contemplated what to do. 

“The moonlight isn’t bright enough to reach through the canopy here.” Pale fingers reached out to gently caress the bloom, feeling the velvet-like petals beneath the tips. “But you have something that can make them open, don’t you?”

Your heart leapt into your throat at his words. Your head whipping towards his completely calm, if not inquisitive gaze. Your hand tightened into a fist just over the warm stone in your bra.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You scowled at him, trying to keep your voice even. There was no way he knew about  the stone- he shouldn’t know about it. 

“Tsk, tsk… And here I thought we respected eachother. You seem to have underestimated me, my dear.”

“If you’re talking about my clan’s moonlight obsidian, I don’t have it.” You prayed to the Goddess that out of all the lies you’ve told him since being taken prisoner, that he would believe this one. That he would have heard the rumors that the stone was lost long ago, that you didn’t have it anymore.

“Don’t you?” 

Your  back met with the hard and cold bark of a nearby tree, the wind knocked from your lungs at the sudden impact. Hubert loomed over you, his expression one of a predator who had just caught their prey in the perfect trap- and your body instinctively moved to fight back.

You went to knee him in the stomach, the groin, anything to get him away from you- but his hand caught your leg. Your hands came out to push upwards into his chest; destabilize him, get away, and then retaliate. But his other hand caught one of yours just as quickly as you had moved to shove him- and you stared up at him in shock, that smirk now wiped off his face as he glared at you. The hands that gripped your own hand and your leg were tight- almost bruising with how forcefully he grabbed you.

This man was… insufferable. Irritating. Too logical and smart. You wouldn’t have put it past him to have found some ancient tome that allowed him to read your mind. 

“There is a time and place for fighting back, and perhaps someday I shall be quite happy to indulge you. But for now, I believe it’s time that you learn your place.” 

With those words, he dropped your leg suddenly- and you took the opportunity to squirm and fight in his hold- against his body that he now used to press you against the tree. 

By the time he raised his hand to your forehead, it was too late. A stream of dark magic flowed into you, and you nearly screamed at the pain and pressure it caused- the fight immediately taken out of you as you desperately clawed at his hand to remove it from your face. 

He didn’t relent, and you could vaguely make out the sound of rustling clothes over the sounds of your quiet screams and the pain in your head. His hand, somewhat large and cold, covered your eyes in a way that prevented you from being able to clearly see him. To see the vial he had retrieved from his winter coat.

He took the cap he had placed over it between his teeth before yanking it away, quick to spit it off to the side before downing the contents. 

The hand on your head suddenly came away, and immediate relief to the magic he had pushed into you washing over you momentarily before that same hand moved to squeeze your jaw open- his lips suddenly connecting with yours in a kiss.

In that moment, you felt something enter your mouth- apart from the tongue that now roamed freely, you felt a liquid being forced down your throat; a slight sting accompanying the sweet flavour that washed over your senses.

In the matter of a few seconds, your squirming and fidgeting stopped completely, leaving you to almost melt against the mage that had you pinned. Your brain was cloudy, thoughts muddled and while they screamed somewhere in the fog to fight back, to do something to get him off of you, when you felt his hand fall from your face to dig his fingers into your hip all those distant voices were silenced. All that was left was the warmth that seeped into your skin from the man pressed against you; all that was left was the sweet taste of something you no longer cared about on his tongue as he swirled it with yours. 

All that was left in your world was you and him. No longer could you feel the biting cold of the winter night; no longer could you feel the cold sting of hard bark against your back. No longer did you feel the warmth resonating from the stone against your breast that only seemed to grow the longer the man you once swore to kill now kissed you.

Your face was flushed when he pulled himself from your lips; saliva running down your chin as your glands went into overdrive from whatever he had forced down your throat. But as you gazed at him with half lidded eyes, you spotted the culprit of your current situation.

A deep blue liquid, smooth as gold and with a bright blue sheen to it ran down from the corner of his mouth. His tongue flicked out to lick the stray mixture, savouring the sweet flavour as it settled lightly in his mouth.

The hand he had used to grasp your own now slowly dropped it, instead falling to wrap underneath your thigh alongside his other hand- hoisting you up so he could pin his hips flush against your own, your own legs instantly moving to wrap around his waist.

“It really is a shame you are an enemy of the Empire.” He said lowly against the side of your neck, his lips ghosting over your flesh before he ran his teeth over your pulse. “But in the end, it makes no difference to me.” He continued to trail wet kisses against your skin, his teeth occasionally biting down harshly for a brief moment to draw a groan from you. “...It will be my pleasure to train you…” His hips rutted into your own, and you could feel the growing bulge from beneath his pants. It made you hyperaware of your own arousal; you could feel the slick gathering at an alarming rate. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you registered that he must have fed you an aphrodisiac. That he must have consumed some as well- whether on purpose or by accident you didn’t know, but if the way he licked the stray trail from his lips was any indication…

“...to mold you into something befitting of being by my side…” He continued as he reached your shoulder, biting gently this time before sucking harshly to ensure an angry red splotch. “To ensure you are loyal to nobody but me.” 

His head swiftly lifted to collide his lips with yours again, his hips now rubbing his growing erection against your sex. Your hands formed claws into the fabric covering his chest as he kissed you, his words completely lost on you as your mind only focused on the way he felt against you. 

You had never noticed how strong he was before. Never noticed how lean he was, never comprehended just how tall he was until now. How his fingers felt digging into your flesh, how his teeth felt sharper than usual when they had nearly pierced you moments ago. 

All you could think about was how desperately you wanted him. How badly you needed him. You no longer cared about anything else- about your clan, your reputation, your pride, who’s side you were on… All you could bring yourself to care about was the man who so obviously wanted you as badly as you wanted him. Of the press of his cock against your cunt; of the way he would press especially hard against you when he ran his clothed erection over the general area of your clit. 

Fuck, you were so sensitive. Your body felt like it was on fire. Your mind was so hazy and consumed by nothing but lust- by need for this man who had once been titled your captor. All of your thoughts had been let go; had been replaced with nothing but Hubert Von Vestra.  

His hips stilled against yours to pin you to the tree as best as he could, removing his hands from underneath your thighs to tug at the waistband of your pants. His lips parting from yours with a thin trail of saliva snapping from the distance between you two. 

From what you could see in the dim moonlight of this winter forest, his face was almost as flushed as yours, albeit not nearly as lewd and desperate. His eyes remained half lidded as he brought his teeth to the front of your throat, nibbling on the skin as you hissed at the cool air that met with your wet cunt. 

He didn’t tug your pants down very far- just enough to be able to pull his own cock out of its confines and place the head against your entrance. You let out a needy whine when the pads of his slender fingers met with your engorged clit. 

“As I was looking into what kind of threat you posed to Her Majesty…” He mumbled through nibbles on your flesh and circles of your clit. “...into your history, what you were like, who you were…” The tip of his cock, head an angry red and leaking with precum pushed slightly passed your lips to tease the entrance of your cunt. Your mouth hung open as you desperately awaited his final push into you. 

“I found myself intrigued… Someone with the loyalty capable of serving Her Majesty, of power and skill to rival my own…” The head of his cock pushed further into you, barely entering your needy pussy as it only just begun to part your walls. “....Someone who, by all rights, should have been an extreme danger to Her Majesty…” His cock head now pushed fully inside of you. “...but as soon as I laid my eyes upon you, sneaking around in our camp like a cat looking for prey…” You could feel him press deeper inside of you, his shaft now halfway inside of you.

“....I wondered what it would be like to make you bow….” His cock now came to almost fully rest inside of you, your head thrown back in pleasure at the way he filled you oh-so-perfectly. “....not to Her Majesty, but to me.” 

His hips now laid flush against your own, tip kissing your cervix as your arms moved to wrap around his shoulders; his hands moving to better grasp and move you as he pleased.. And just like that, his hips picked up a fast pace right off the bat- a loud, lewd moan falling from your lips as you let him fuck into you. The sound of skin slapping skin, of the familiar wet clicks of sex filled the dead silence of the surrounding forest. Lost in the pleasure of his cock splitting you open, you barely registered when he pushed your shirt up with a hand and dug his fingers under the cup of your bra- meeting the warm obsidian stone that lay hidden within. You didn’t even protest when he removed it from its confines, letting your shirt fall to cover you once again. 

“To think you would use this stone to try to kill me.” He said with amusement laced in every word, your eyes peeking open slightly to watch him pocket it before returning his hand and focus back to your connected bodies, picking up the speed with which he fucked himself into you.

He pressed his body further against your own, his lips hovering beside your ear so he could speak in a rough, low voice. 

“Without moonlight, moonblooms will not bloom. However, this obsidian you’ve been so very helpful by carrying around has been inlaid with magic from these flowers. With a bit of life essence from someone of your clan, one can make even the most unwilling bud bloom in total darkness.” You let out a gasp as you felt fingers dig into your clit, rubbing harsh circles into it as he moved his hips faster into your own. 

“I had used the only moonbloom I have ever seen to make that elixir for you. And while your blood would most definitely be suitable to use to cause these buds to bloom…” He nipped at your neck once again, teeth piercing flesh this time as if to make a point. He lapped at the blood that bubbled up slowly from the bite. “...your juices would empower my… intended uses of the flower.” 

He bit down especially hard once again, right over where he had just drew blood from- earning a cry of pain from you in between the noises of pleasure that fell from your lips.

“No doubt you’ve made a mess of both of us. It should be more than enough to cause these irritating flowers to bloom.”

His fingers dug harder into your clit, his hips now slamming into your own with such force- angling himself in a way that would nudge your upper wall with each thrust. You could feel your climax swiftly approaching.

“To think that someone of your caliber has been reduced to nothing but a common whore from the use of a simple aphrodisiac…. Perhaps you’ll be easier to bend than I thought.”

Gods, you didn’t care what he did to you anymore. Just as long as he let you cum. You felt like your insides may explode if you don’t.

“Please-” you begged through ragged breaths, voice hoarse from the constant moans that you had been voicing. “Please let me cum.” 

He pulled himself away from you enough to watch your face contort in desperation and pleasure, to see your lips part and your eyes squeeze shut. He couldn’t help the ominous grin that made its way to his face as he watched you come closer to your climax.

“After consuming this elixir… You will no doubt have recurring episodes of lust in the following days. And if I continue to feed you this, it will make you utterly pliant and useless as anything but a toy for me to use as I please.” 

You squirmed in his hold, the back of your mind screaming at you to resist him- to resist this- but it was much too late to turn back now.

“And only when I finally tame you, will I let you serve me at my side. Because right now…” He leaned forward to graze his lips against your own. “...you are much too dangerous to be left on your own. So until then…” 

He moved his lips to place a messy kiss to the underside of your jaw.

“...I will have you cum for me. Over and over and over again. Until you learn that your place is by my side… until you learn to want me, to need me, to love me just as I love you.”

If you were in your right mind, you would realize just how crazy this man had become. You would realize that there was no way he could have fallen in love with you in such a short span of time without being utterly insane.

“So cum for me, my little Night Raven. Cum on my cock, and begin your new life with me.”

You couldn’t think. You felt like your world was collapsing in on you. Your walls strangled his cock, choking it for all it was worth as you came with a sob- releasing yourself on him as he fucked you through your orgasm and into his own. A groan rumbled through his chest as he placed his forehead on your shoulder; his seed shooting deep into your womb. His thighs trembled with the intensity of his own orgasm, as he stood panting into your chest while his cock twitched inside of you. 

Your own orgasm had lasted well into his own, the intensity and sensitivity of it all leaving you in tears. Your heart yearned for the man who had filled you with his seed, for the man who had just confessed his love and his plan of controlling you for his own gain. You yearned for the man who so many feared- who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. This false sense of love blossomed within your chest, the desperation and heat from the aphrodisiac finally calming down as it settled deep into the crevices of your vulnerable mind.

You placed a kiss on Hubert’s cheek, leaning yourself into his torso as you embraced him. 

The sorcerer smiled through his ragged breaths.  With this development, you had already taken your first steps to truly becoming his.

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Date Night (Claude x Reader)

A commission for @hibijiko

Warnings: smut, a lil bit of exhibitionism for some spice hehe

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"Oh come on, it's so obvious you like him, why not just go for it? Who knows? Maybe you'll finally-"

"Hilda…"

"-get laid-"

"Hilda!!!"

Your friend let out a dramatic "whaaat?" as you sighed into your hands, hiding the flush on your face behind your palms.

The cafe was bustling today as usual, the sound of pleasant conversations of fellow patrons and the clinking of cutlery on dishware filled your ears. And…

The familiar, cheery voice of a certain brunette drifted to your table from the counter; the very subject of your current conversation.

"You know he flirts with you, right?"

Well that caught your interest.

"What?" You removed your hands from your face, looking over at your friend from across the table.

"Yeah! He totally does!"

"Isn't he just teasing me?"

"Well… yes, but also no! I've seen him tease other people before, but with you he gets so much closer and bold! He totally likes you!!"

"Considering you're his best friend, shouldn't you know that for sure already….?" You said tiredly.

"Well yeah, but it's not like he tells me everything you know. There's a whole bunch of stuff he doesn't tell me."

"Gee, I wonder why…"

Because it's not like your dear friend is very, very good at spilling secrets. It's a wonder she hasn't spilled yours to Claude already.

"Oh-" Your eyes returned to the girl infront of you at the sound of her voice, her glittery pink phone in hand as she stared at it before sighing heavily.

"It looks like my brother found out I came out today… I better get home before he really starts freaking out."

"Ran away from your chores again huh?"

That voice…. your head jerked up to meet the eyes of one handsome waiter, an immediate blush forming on your cheeks.

"I guess that means you'll be needing the bill." He spoke smoothly, placing the small sheet of paper on the table between you two.

Hilda turned to rummage through her purse, her face scrunched up in concentration as she searched for… something.

"Oh, shoot…! Looks like I forgot my wallet again, (Y/N). Would you mind covering this one?"

"You forgot your wallet last time!!! I've covered the past 3 lunches!!"

Your protests were in vain, of course- it's not like she could pull her wallet out of thin air. Although, it sure seemed like she was just trying to get out of paying this time- again- because she swiftly stood up as she slung her bag over her shoulder.

"Yeah yeah, sorry!" She said hurriedly. "I promise I'll make it up to you, 'kay? But I gotta go- and you gotta pay!" She said with a wink, and turned to leave- but quickly turned back to you with a mischievous smile.

"We're still on for friday night, yeah?"

"Huh- oh, yeah yeah. Just remember your wallet next time…"

You let out a heavy sigh as she let out a flimsy agreement and bounded towards the exit of the small cafe. You turned to rummage through your own bag for your own wallet, grumbling under your breath about just how much money she must owe you by now….

A chuckle was heard from beside you as you retrieved the leather tucked within your bag.

"So she leaves you to pay for everything too, huh?"

With a blush dusting your cheeks, you looked up at your waiter with a small, exasperated smile.

"Yeah…." You said with a sigh as you pulled out your credit card, too lost in your own world (as well as too flustered being alone with your crush) to say much else.

Claude went for the machine on his hip, pulling it out before tapping a few buttons rapidly. He held it out for you to take- your total now on the display.

"She must owe me about $200 by now. She's always making me get stuff for her while we're out." He says as he watches you swipe your card.

"And whenever we meet up for lunch, she usually makes me pay…" You say with yet another sigh, confirming the payment before handing the machine back to Claude.

"Maybe we should gang up on her- surely the both of us asking for our well deserved money should spook her into paying up. Ooorrrr we could go to her brother…." Claude trailed off thoughtfully, taking the receipt that emerged from the machine before laying it on the table infront of you.

"Ha, maybe we should. She always seems scared of pissing off her brother." You looked up at Claude after putting away your card, and your breath nearly caught in your throat as you saw the almost adorable mischievous smile on his face. Was he planning something? Your heart pounded in your chest as his smile melted into one of pure friendliness as he turned his attention back to you.

"Maybe we should meet up sometime and make a plan on how to get our money back." His shamrock green eyes held mirth to them- and you felt your heart stutter in response.

"Y-Yeah, maybe…" You said with a nervous, flustered chuckle as you stood from your seat.

Taking the que, Claude moved to start gathering up the dishes left behind.

"Well, I'll see you later." He shot you another heart stopping smile.

"Yeah, see you." You were swift to walk past him towards the entrance of the cafe, your pulse wild in your ears as you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

How the hell did a man you could only call an acquaintance have such a hold on your heart?

Friday night had finally rolled around, and after some deliberation, you had decided to wear something semi-casual, yet still a little on the nicer side.

Hilda had said that she'd take you to a nice restaurant she had heard about as payment for all the times you had paid for her meal as well as your own. And who were you to turn down a meal at an expensive restaurant?

The closer you got to the restaurant, the more you realized you may be a bit underdressed. Seriously, who would have thought Hilda would choose such an upstanding restaurant? The girl who did everything she could to get out of working- and paying for things?

As your thoughts wandered about what you should have worn, you nearly stopped in your tracks upon seeing your friend on the sidewalk. You nearly turned right around and left her ass.

Because by the gods, she did not bring Claude here. No way. No way she would have done that and expected to live. You were going to kill her.

Unfortunately for you, Claude's eyes peered up and met yours- and you knew you were done for. No retreating for you. He called your name with a wave of his hand, with Hilda turning to you as well and ushering you to them.

"Hilda... I didn't know you were bringing anybody else..." You almost growled at her once you got close enough.

"Hey, for once it wasn't her fault. I was the one who asked to come along." Claude spoke up, drawing your attention to him. "I asked her about what the two of you were doing tonight, and she told me she was repaying you for always paying for her... so I figured hey, why not have her treat me to a nice dinner too? She owes me money as well, so why not shoot two birds with one stone?" He said with a charismatic wink. Damn him.

Your anger now dissipated, you let out a sigh that you hoped wouldn't convey too much of your nerves right now. Now not only were you underdressed, your crush was here too. And with the way your heart was pounding in your chest, and the way your face felt way too hot, you wouldn't be surprised if you passed away tonight as well.

"Well c'mon then, lets get inside! It's cold out here!" Hilda said with a dramatic shiver, urging the three of you inside the establishment.

Much to your dismay, it really did seem like Hilda undermined the level of formal wear you would need. You felt severely underdressed like this. Hell, you felt like you should be wearing a suit or ballgown or something, not this simple short black dress.

"A table for three, I presume?" A man in a suit asked you, before his eyes landed on the male in your group. "Ah, Master Claude, forgive me. Your table is in the back, if you would follow me."

...wait, master Claude?

"Wow Claude, I didn't think you would have reserved a table just for us. Maybe you should be the one treating us to dinner." Hilda said with a laugh.

"Nah, I know how busy this place gets on a night like this. What with it being so popular for dates and all- so I figured I might as well use some of my formidable power to ensure we could find a spot."

Hilda let out another laugh as you finally got to your table; a booth in the far back corner of the restaurant. It seemed relatively far from the rest of the tables.

"Formidable power? You're just trying to impress (Y/N) here, aren't you?"

Your face burned with a blush as you scooted your way into the booth across from Hilda, thinking that Claude would sit beside her- but oh no.

Claude met your shy gaze with a mischievous smile of his own as he stood beside your side of the table.

"Maybe."

He quickly slotted himself in next to you.

Oh no.

The menus were placed infront of each of you, but you could barely think over the sound of your pounding heart. Gods, this man was going to kill you, and he wasn't even doing anything.

Your eyes shot up to Hilda, a silent plea for saviour- but all she did was shoot you a broad grin.

"Hey, are you alright? You look like you just came out of the Almyran desert." Claude said with a poke to your arm. You nearly jumped out of your skin at his callout- you really needed to get a grip on yourself before he noticed... if he hadn't noticed how flustered he made you already.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine." You forced out as you picked up the menu. "Just a bit cold."

"Oh? I guess it is a bit chilly in here, huh?" You kept your eyes pinned to the menu, your gaze scanning over the words but not comprehending them in the slightest. You heard rustling from beside you, before you felt a comforting warmth placed over your shoulders.

"There, better?" You turned your attention to Claude, who now went without his suit jacket- and you swore you could have passed away right then and there. Unconsciously, you snuggled into the soft fabric now adorning your shoulders. It smelled just like him.

"Y-Yeah, thank you..."

Not even a moment later, and Hilda's voice broke through your racing thoughts.

"Ohhh.... shoot! Guys, I gotta run back to my apartment real quick." Your head shot up, panic evident in your gaze. "Huh? Why?" You inquired.

"I forgot my wallet again... But don't worry! I'll only be gone for a few minutes, I live just down the street! I'll be back before you guys order!"

And with nary a second to lose, Hilda was swiftly on her feet and making her way for the exit.

Leaving you completely alone with Claude at your side.

The man beside you let out a light chuckle, taking the menu from your hands and stacking it on top of his and Hilda's.

"Don't worry about ordering. My family owns the place- I know a dish that you'll love." He said, his friendly- daresay affectionate- gaze falling on you. You merely nodded, flustered beyond belief that your definitely now ex-best friend just left you alone with the man you've been secretly crushing on for the past year.

The waiter who brought you to the table was quick to come over once Claude raised his hand- taking the menus and inquiring about your order.

"Actually..." Claude trailed off briefly, before launching into an unknown language.

Wait, is that Almyran? When did he learn that?

The waiter's eyes quickly darted to you momentarily, a smile tugging at the man's lips before returning his attention to 'Master Claude'. Once Claude seemed done, the man bowed.

"As you wish, Master Claude."

And with that, the man disappeared with the menus, leaving you alone once again with Claude.

"U-Uhm... Was that Almyran?" You asked hesitantly. He turned to you with a wink, holding a finger to his lips to insist your silence. "Yeah, I just ordered from a secret special menu is all. I wanted it to be a surprise what you're getting. I promise you'll enjoy it."

"O-Ok.." You turned your attention down to the table, your hands balling into fists on your thighs. Claude let out a merry laugh.

"Hey." Your heart skipped a beat as you felt his warm palm over your balled fist. "Relax. I'm not gonna skin you alive or something. Try not to be so nervous, ok?" His voice was nothing but friendly, a sweet smile on his face as he gazed at you affectionately. You let out a sigh, turning away from him.

"Was it really that obvious...?" You couldn't help but mumble out. Another laugh was heard from beside you.

"Well, I'd be stupid not to notice how flustered you get whenever I show up. You were even thinking of running away once you saw me standing on the sidewalk with Hilda, weren't you?"

You stayed silent- its not like you could deny that...

Claude moved his hand on yours so he could take proper hold of it, bringing it out from underneath the table and up to his lips. They were oh-so-soft against your skin as they brushed over your knuckles.

"Just relax, and try to enjoy yourself, alright? But if it gets to be too much and you need a moment, don't hesitate to say so. But I promise I'm not gonna eat you.... unless you want me to, of course." He said smoothly with another wink. Gods, he really WAS gonna kill you tonight.

He let go of your hand just to let you bury your face in your palms, laughing as he watched you try to steady your racing heart.

"Excuse me."

You heard the soft plunk of something being placed on the table- and removing your hands from your face, you found the waiter had returned to place a bottle of wine between the two of you.

"As requested, this is our finest blend, made from only the finest of Almyran berries. Please enjoy." The man placed a couple wine glasses down before pouring the dark red liquid into them, presumably wine, before corking the bottle and leaving once again.

"Ah, this is my favourite stuff! I'm glad we still had some."

Claude picks up his glass and takes a sip, before urging you to do the same. A little hesitantly, you turn to the beverage and pick up your own glass, bringing it to your lips and taking a careful sip.

It's sweet, the familiar taste of alcohol nowhere to be found. In fact, the drink itself tastes quite unfamiliar, but it's no doubt very well made.

"It's a special blend my family made. It's actually non-alcoholic, but it looks just like wine, doesn't it?"

The drink is certainly smooth, a wonderfully sweet aftertaste coating your mouth as you finally let out a small smile.

"It does. This is really good, actually." You say as you take another sip.

"I'm glad you like it. You can ask for some anytime- of course, that means you'd have to be asking me, and you'd have to promise not to sell it to another company..."

You let out a small laugh.

"Of course I wouldn't."

Claude's smile grew upon seeing you finally start to relax. He was starting to get a little worried, but seeing you smile and now laughing had his heart fluttering in his chest.

"Although, perhaps I should have ordered some wine."

You looked over at him from behind your glass, his hand coming up to pick the glass from your grasp and place it back on the table.

"You look adorable with your face flushed." He spoke huskily.

As if one que, your cheeks erupted into a deep blush, your heart leaping into your throat as you felt his hand come to rest on your thigh, his body now turning fully towards you.

Claude leaned forward, putting a little weight into the hand on your thigh as his face came inches away from your own. You could feel his warm breath ghost across your face, and you could barely focus on much else except his lips right infront of your own.

"You know..." His lips brushed against yours as he spoke, "this booth is perfectly out of the way of the other tables. We could probably do almost anything back here without anyone noticing a thing."

Oh gods, was he implying what you thought he was implying? Your eyes darted away from him- off to the side where you had seen Hilda vanish to a little while ago now.

"B-But Hilda-"

A small chuckle cut you off, with Claude pulling back from you just a little bit.

"Are you kidding? She's not coming back. It was obvious this was all a setup to get us on a date together. Not like I'm complaining- and from the looks of it, I don't think you are either."

The damned smirk- he looked so confident in himself; so cocky yet playful, you knew he was just teasing you. But dammit, he was good at it.

Before you could stutter out a response, his lips were pressed against yours. He tasted like the drink the two of you had just had, but when he swiped his tongue across your lips, dipping inside your mouth to explore- you realized he tasted just a little bit sweeter then the drink.

Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, with the kiss growing more passionate by the second. Your heart held a steady thrum in your ears, but now you didn't mind- your thoughts were blank, your mind filled with nothing but the man before you and his taste.

All too quickly the kiss was broken, however, as Claude pulled away with blown-out pupils; a somewhat sloppy smile tugging on his lips as he gazed at you.

"Our food won't be coming for a while, so how about we occupy ourselves for a bit?" He spoke huskily, the hand on your thigh moving inward as his other hand moved to cup your cheek. Your breath hitched as you realized he meant what he implied earlier, that he really was going to do this here and now-

And while your nerves were shot, you couldn't deny the need you felt growing within the pit of your stomach.

His eyes seemed to be searching your own until you gave a small nod of your head- to which his lips smashed into your own once again for a quick and messy, passionate kiss. His hand dipped between your legs to rub his fingers over your crotch; a jolt of arousal shooting through your core as your heart leapt once again. The only thing separating him from your sex was your thin panties.

He pulled away from the kiss only to grab your hips with both of his hands- a smirk on his lips as he started to adjust the both of you.

"Here, let's get a little more comfortable."

You let him position you as he wanted, with him moving his leg behind you so you were seated somewhat diagonally, with your back pressed to his chest and his arms on either side of you.

"That's better." You could hear the smile in his voice, and you shuddered as you felt him kiss the side of your neck.

"I'd recommend you keep your voice down... unless you want to get caught, that is."

You nodded silently, letting out a shaky breath as his hand returned to your clothed crotch, now rubbing his hand up and down the dampening fabric of your panties, slightly pushing the length of his finger between your folds so the fabric would catch more of your increasing arousal.

Your arms wrapped around your stomach, unsure of where else to place them- your mind starting to cloud in a haze of need. Claude's other arm snaked over yours, interlocking his fingers between your own as his hand rested on top of yours.

"Just relax, ok princess? I'll take care of you- so long as you don't draw too much attention to us."

The man at your back sounded almost smug- like he knew it was going to be a struggle for you to keep quiet. And when his finger dragged up to the pad of it pressed into your clit- you knew he was right.

"Claude..." You mumbled, squirming a little bit as your wide eyes scanned the rest of the restaurant.

Nobody seemed to pay any mind to the two of you; couples all too lost in their own conversations and dinner to even glance towards the back of the establishment. And if they did- the most they would see is you 'cuddling' with the brunette- the lewd act well hidden underneath the table and behind the other side of the booth.

"Are you enjoying the thrill of being touched in such a public setting? Oooo, and just think- this is such an upstanding restaurant, what would the other patrons think if they were to see you like this in my arms?"

You shuddered at the sound of his voice in your ear, the hairs on your neck standing on end as he let out a deep chuckle.

"You're getting wetter by the second. It's been a while since you've been given attention like this, hasn't it? Orr... maybe you're just in to this kind of thing? Perhaps both?"

The pad of his finger pressed harder against your clothed clit, now drawing circles into it at a somewhat slow pace. Your breath hitched at the stimulation.

"Or is it just because I'm the one touching you?" He practically whispered into your ear- and you couldn't help but whine, a pleased hum vibrating his chest as he gave a nibble to your neck.

"P-Please.. Don't tease..." You mumbled, unsure of how much more of this you could take.

"Oh? But you seem to be enjoying it." His fingers moved from your clit to push aside your panties, diving in suddenly past your folds. Your fingers dug into the fabric of your dress, practically turning into claws in his grasp.

Claude thrusted his fingers into your sex a few times, before pulling them out and holding them up infront of the two of you.

"See how wet you are?"

Sure enough- your arousal glistened on his fingers, a thin string of it connecting his index and middle finger together as he pulled them apart. He brought his fingers up to your lips.

Knowing what he wanted, your face burned as you let him push the pads of his fingers into your mouth; swirling your tongue around them to clean them of your juices.

"There you go... I bet you taste sweeter then this blend." He said as he drew his fingers from your mouth, bringing them back down to your needy cunt as he reached for his wine glass with his other hand.

He brought the glass up to your lips, letting you sip it as he plunged his fingers past your folds once more.

The liquid glided down your throat, washing away the taste of your arousal that sat on your tongue. He pulled the glass away once you finished what was left in it, placing it back down on the table before taking your chin between his fingers.

He turned your head to look at him, and you couldn't help but avert your eyes. He let out another chuckle, obviously pleased with your reaction as his fingers worked to massage your inner walls.

"Look at you- I've barely down anything and you're already so turned on for me. Guess you were really down bad for me, huh?"

You did your best to narrow your eyes at him, but it wasn't so convincing with your eyes clouded over with such an intense lust.

"Shut up." You mumbled out, causing Claude to laugh again- before he pressed his lips against yours.

His fingers pushed up into your g-spot, and you couldn't help the whine that escaped you- a sound he happily swallowed- as he started to thrust his fingers into it at a faster pace then before.

The hand that gripped your chin fell from it, instead moving to cup your cheek softly as he grazed his thumb over your cheekbone. It was only momentary- a quick action to show that he did care about you quite a bit- before his hand fell southward to join his other one.

His fingers were quick to find your clit, and you would have gasped had your lips not been captured in a passionate dance with his own.

With his fingers thrusting upwards into your spongy, soft upper wall and his other hand finding purchase on your clit, you started to squirm more and more. Unconsciously bucking your hips up into his touch; one of your hands grasping the one that drew fast and rough circles into your clit as the other hand desperately reached out for him- tried to claw at his dress shirt as you let out another moan.

He barely pulled away from your lips, not wanting to part but needing to so you could breathe- his eyes half lidded as he took in the sounds of your quiet moans and the growing sound of schlicking from between your legs.

Your hand that covered his urged him to move faster, faster on your clit- and he let you, for the most part- as your nails dug into his hand desperately as you felt your release swiftly approach.

"Claude..." You moaned out, and he let out a quiet shh to urge you to lower your voice.

"Claude I'm-... I'm close-..." You groaned quietly, trying your damnest to keep quiet.

"I know, baby. Let me feel you cum." He mumbled against your lips.

You groaned out his name again, and he could feel the sound of your voice shoot straight into his cock- the ache between his legs and pressing into your ass almost unbearable now. But he was a patient man- and one of his word. Even if he had never voiced his quiet promise to you out loud- he did promise to himself that he would help you relax around him tonight, and he loathed the idea of overwhelming you now- even if he did go a bit far as to finger you at such a high-end restaurant.

But fuck, was it worth it to hear your delicious moans, barely restrained as you dug your nails into his hand and tried your best to remain quiet- to remain still- to not draw attention to the two of you.

"Claude-!" You suddenly moaned out, much louder compared to your previous noises- and the man reveled in the feeling of your walls tightening around his fingers as your eyes squeezed shut.

Gods, were you hot- your entire body resting against his as you came around his fingers, his pace only now starting to slow as he helped you ride your high to the precipice of overstimulation.

Your entire body felt light as you rested in Claude's arms, a pleased hum sounding from above your head as you rested it against his shoulder.

His fingers had only just slipped out of your cunt as a voice jerked you out of your afterglow, your eyes widening as you attempted to sit up- only to have Claude use the hand that was just on your clit a moment ago to wrap around your waist and keep you pressed against his chest.

"Your food, Master." The waiter said as he placed plate after plate of warm, delicious smelling food on the table.

"Ah, just in time. Thanks a ton, Jeeves!" Claude sounded as normal as ever- as if nothing had even happened. But the press of something hard on your ass spoke otherwise.

"Ergh- for the last time, Master Claude, my name is not Jeeves."

"Well why don't you change it then?"

The man merely sighed, and you suspected that the two knew eachother quite well, before he took a step back and bowed- or at least you presumed he did, considering you were turned away from him.

"Enjoy your meal, Master and Lady."

You heard the click of heeled shoes walk away, and you sank a little deeper into Claude's embrace. He pressed his lips to your temple briefly, before fully removing his hand from between your legs. You shifted away from him to at least attempt to sit properly in the booth, with Claude letting you- also moving to position himself properly. But he made sure to wrap an arm around you to keep you close to his side, before he brought the hand that had fingered you up to his lips- and you nearly choked on your own spit as he smirked, putting his fingers in his mouth to taste the cum that had pruned his fingertips.

For some reason, you felt like you were in for a long night. Not like you were going to complain.

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kofi

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chapter 1 - when i first posted this on instgrm it blew up a little and it scared me :)

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Hate - Yandere!Solomon x Reader

Another fic for my dear friend ♥ ilysm, I really hope you enjoy!! <333

Warnings include vague mentions of seasons 1 and 2 spoilers, as well as a mention of some dirty stuff at the very end >;3c

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It was quite a familiar scene now, to anyone who regularly attended the Royal Academy of Diavolo.

A small, helpless human- you- surrounded by a group of powerful, dangerous demons.

But they weren't there to threaten and eat you. Oh no. They laughed, joked, flirted with you, even. 

Seven of the most powerful demons in the entire Devildom, wrapped around a human's finger. A human who, prior to arriving here, had no idea that they existed. Had no magical ability whatsoever. A human who was, in all sense of the word, normal. Boring. 

And you had formed a pact with all seven of them.

Seven pacts in its own right was quite a feat. Anyone who managed to make seven pacts was incredibly skilled- or lucky. 

Of course, seven pacts was nothing to Solomon's 72 pacts. 

Not like that mattered. After all, having pacts with the seven demon lords of the Devildom made you stronger then someone with 100 pacts. Yes, Solomon was the oldest, wisest sorcerer in the three realms, with 72 pacts- including one with Asmodeus- and he knew how to use them. He knew some of the the vast majority of ancient magic ever performed; he knew the most powerful of alchemical creations and all the ways they could affect you. Hell, he was constantly being chased by a reaper, and still managed to stay alive with ease.

Solomon was the sorcerer that everyone looked up to- even if most people deemed him sketchy,- he was still the best authority on magic, even without access to the sorcerer’s society. 

That was until you came along.

You, with no prior knowledge of demons, magic, alchemy, or anything. You, who managed to make a pact with all seven demon lords in less than a year. You, who turned out to be part angel, who had even the demon prince and his butler wrapped around your finger even without a pact, who caused disasters in all three realms because of your untapped power.

And Solomon hated it.

No demon paid any mind to the snow-haired man who stood idly in the hallway; a scowl on his face at the sight of you laughing and talking with the demon lords. Sure, he didn’t care to have a pact with all of them, particularly Mammon, but you even had Lucifer bowing to your every whim. The demon who turned away from God and commanded thousands of angels to fight with him against their very creator. 

And you, a mere human, just so happened to have a background that attached yourself to them. Who just so happened to be thrown into the Devildom, who just so happened to unveil all your unused powers-

The sorcerer’s glare darkened as he caught sight of one of the pact marks on your shoulder. A deep, sapphire blue poked out from under the fabric as Mammon tugged on your clothes- to get your attention solely on him, no doubt- and yet despite only the briefest glimpse of the glowing sapphire mark, Solomon knew who’s pact mark that was. It emanated power, demanded authority, and essentially told any and every being who ever knew about the three realms that you couldn’t be touched.

Nobody paid any mind to the seething human who stood in the hallway. Already so used to the presence of the age-old sorcerer, all of them failed to notice the anger rolling off of him in waves.

Only Satan was the one who had responded. A twitch of his hand, a shift of emerald eyes towards Solomon. But that was it. Satan’s gaze refocused on you.

Solomon had never hated a human so much before. 

It should be him with those pacts. Those pacts he’s been fighting to get for centuries. It should be him commanding those demon brothers to do what he wants. It should be him feeding off their power- he knows how to use it-!

Your eyes shifted to the man himself, and your face instantly brightened. Anyone who looked at you would know that you had just seen something you truly cared for. Not like Solomon cared.

Yet still, your gaze now on him with that bright smile stretching across your lips made him feel like you two were the only beings in the entire Devildom- as if his intense brooding didn’t already make him feel like that- and you waved at him. Waved him over to come and chat.

Ever the gentleman, Solomon’s glare instantly became a charming smile; friendly and warm and perfect as he casually strolled up to the seven demons and their pact holder. 

“Hey Solomon, we were just talking about going out to get a bite to eat. Would you like to come with us?”

Your smile was bright. Comforting. Beautiful. You always were. Despite everything you’ve been through, you’ve always been able to smile for him- at him. You’ve always been able to be a shining star in the darkest of nights. Your beauty so delicate and ethereal, yet you burned so bright when seen up close. It never mattered what kind of state you were in. Tired, angry, depressed… hell, you could even be ugly crying and Solomon would still say you were the most beautiful being he had ever seen.

“Solooommooon~!” Asmo cried, throwing his arms around his pact mate. “Please come with us! I don’t want to have to deal with my brothers just to be with (Y/N)!” 

Solomon gave a light chuckle, patting Asmodeus on the back before his gaze turned back to you.

“Of course I’ll come with you. I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to be with you for the world.”

The walk to a local devildom cafe was lively as usual. The brothers are always so animated when talking to each other; their own little conversations happening between them as they all head to their destination.

And yet, despite all of the conversations that graced his ears, Solomon couldn’t focus on a single one.

He trailed along behind the group, his eyes focused on none other than you as you spoke with Lucifer about… something Solomon couldn’t care less about.

You certainly were special. To be able to charm so many demons, angels, and humans- even if you remained completely oblivious to the latter- was incredibly infuriating, yet also… intriguing. You were always in danger when left on your own in the Devildom, and it’s not like you could escape a gaggle of ogling angels in the celestial realm either. So many different beings charmed by you in so many different ways, it was a wonder how you had only died once this entire time.

Despite all of your power, all of your pacts, all of your friends and connections… you still were human. Just like him. Someone among the 8 billion people he had quietly vowed to protect above all else. 

You had the demon lords, the prince and his butler at your beck and call. You had connections with Simeon and Luke, and he was sure you could meet Michael anytime you wanted. You had all the resources needed to become one of the most powerful sorcerers in the world- far surpassing even Solomon.

And yet, you always turned to him. A fellow human. Someone you barely knew, who wasn’t entrusted to protect you, who you didn’t know until a couple years ago. Yet you always turned to him.

You turned to him to ask for help with homework. You turned to him to ask if he would accompany you places. You turned to him when you were in a dangerous situation- you asked him to protect you from potential threats, you asked him to stay with you. Him him him him him him-

“Sol?” You called out softly, breaking away from the demon brothers and falling back to walk with Solomon; your voice drawing him out of his thoughts. You gave him another beautiful smile; your soft hand taking his own as you tugged him forward to catch up with the group.

Your hand felt so warm in his cool one; so soft and precious and comfortable… it was like you were made to hold his hand. As if you, someone so much more powerful and above him were made just for him. 

He stopped walking abruptly, suddenly becoming a dead weight you couldn’t tug along anymore. You stopped, turning back to him before he pulled on your arm to cause you to fall into his chest; his hand falling from yours only so he could wrap his arms around you. And just as he had thought- you felt perfect in his arms. Like you were meant to be here. 

Not with Lucifer, not with Diavolo, not with anybody else but Him. Solomon. He didn’t even let you finish a soft inquiry of his name before his lips were pressed against yours, slotted perfectly together and so soft against his own that he knew that you were his and his alone.

The kiss wasn’t long, and before you could even process what happened Solomon pulled away. He had a glint of something in his eye- something you couldn’t quite place.

And Solomon reveled in the look of shock on your face; in your wide and shiny eyes as stared up at him in awe.

“Oi, what the hell are you two humans doin’!? Solomon, get yer sketchy hands off of my human-” 

Before anything else could happen, Mammon was on the two of you and tugging you away from the sorcerer; Asmodeus cooing over his ‘adorable humans’ in the background as Beelzebub whined over his empty stomach. Solomon only remained silent, a playful smirk on his face as you were dragged back to the front of the group and away from Solomon.

Solomon continued to trail along behind you and the brothers, thoughts playing in his head of what was to become of the two of you.

He hated you. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to despise you- if anything, he just wanted to keep you by his side. Observe you. See if he could charm you, like you had done with so many others. 

….perhaps you weren’t so bad after all. You were made for him, weren’t you? So there must be something about you that he would love. Perhaps you just needed a little coaxing for him to see it. 

Perhaps being his apprentice would suffice. Or rather, the illusion of being his apprentice. Perhaps he could toy with you, figure out how you work, figure out just what makes you so infuriating yet intriguing. 

Perhaps, with you safely tucked away in his study, he could finally find out why he felt so strange around you, why the thought of you tied up and begging for him turned him on so much- and why he could only cum to the thought of you underneath him now.

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@writing-by-mimi tagged me to share a line from one of my WIPs back... at the end of october ^-^' and I didn't see the tag until now because I've been obsessed with a new game \ (•o•) /

Rules: Write the latest line from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don't reblog.

Anyway... lets see here 🤔

"Fuck. You nearly fell to your knees just thinking about him. Whatever this curse was seemed to be amplified tenfold when thinking about the prince. But gods- you couldn't stop. Now that you had him in your head, your sex-crazed mind took that thought and ran."

😏 thats what I got, and I actually think this is one of the few WIPs that are almost complete, I just never finished/posted it? 🤔 Anyway, once again I don't really have any other mutuals on this blog, so I don't have anyone to tag 🤷‍♂️ so whoever wants to join in, make a post and @ me!

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The Contract (Yandere!Zhongli x Reader)

He was elegant. Every thrust of his spear, every powerful kick he delivered- you could tell he was strong. That there was more to this man then meets the eye.

The ruin guards lay lifeless around the two of you, and the man turns to you, expressionless.

Your eyes are blurry with tears, but you can still see him well. Tall, powerful, and elegant.

You'd never heard of anyone who could take on so many ruin guards at once.

With his spear in hand, his steps fell heavy on the old ruin stone; shoes clicking with each moment he drew closer. You could barely do anything but look up at him in awe and relief.

"It's not safe here. There are too many foes in this area- it would be best if you stayed with me."

You couldn't bring yourself to speak, adrenaline still pumping through your veins. You nodded weakly.

There's a few moments of silence between the two of you; where the man merely eyes you with that same expressionless stare.

He finally breaks the silence as a spark ignites within his golden eyes.

"Let us make a contract."

Your mouth was dry, throat tight- but you managed out a weak "huh?" all the same.

"I will ensure your safety until I deem you no longer in danger. Until then, you will stay by my side and listen to my instructions."

This contract.... was a little odd. You had never heard of such an agreement ever being made before, but it seemed reasonable. After all, this man did just save you from certain death, and he was clearly a gentleman of Liyue- surely he knew contracts better then you, right?

You nodded. The terms of the contract accepted; and as the man held out his hand, you didn't hesitate to take it. He pulled you off the ground with ease, and kept you close by his side as he led you away from the ruins.

His hand, though gloves, was warm and firm. Within his grasp, you felt safe.

The man, who introduced himself as Zhongli, had taken you to a nearby abandoned house so you could recover from your wounds and regain your strength. In his care, you made a painless, swift recovery from what would have normally been severe injuries. He treated you with the utmost respect and kindness; showing you nothing but care and consideration.

How many days had it been since you had arrived at this place?

He recounted old tales of Liyue in lovely detail; ranging from tragic to romantic and everything in between as you lay in the old bed, the gash on your leg forgotten as the man told you tale after wonderous tale.

How many days had it been since you laughed at one of his tales? Since you felt truly comfortable in that small, empty cabin?

Zhongli would often go out to gather food and herbs for your recovery. But one day, he returned much sooner then usual- his spear on his back as his arms scooped you up with ease.

How was he still so agile while carrying you? Why were there so many hilichurls and ruin guards all of a sudden?

He answered nothing; the only reaction you received from him was a glance at you when you joked about him being as strong as an adeptus.

You stayed silent after that.

You told Zhongli he could put you down- you could walk much better then before!

Your next stop was a small, seemingly normal cave.

He didn't respond. His hold on you still tight as he walked further into the cave.

How long had it been since you had last been in Liyue?

How long had it been since you were taken prisoner here?

This place- it was beautiful. Wonderous. But there was something... off about it. It made your head kind of fuzzy.

He told you it was an adeptus abode. That you would be safe here.

It was starting to feel like that was not the case.

The man kept sipping his tea across the table from you. "No. It's still too dangerous."

"Zhongli, I've been able to walk just fine for a few days now- shouldn't we be able to make it to Liyue Harbor?"

"But we're far away from those ruins now, surely-"

His glare sent chills down your spine. You stopped talking after that.

He had gotten a lot more stern lately. A lot more... quiet. He was beginning to scare you.

"I want to go home."

Silence.

".....I'm leaving."

Still nothing. Zhongli's eyes never shifted from where the pages of his book; not even a twitch in reaction to you wishing to leave.

You had seen him leave the abode enough times to know what to do; standing on the stone plate long enough, it lit up and sent you back to the cave you had entered all those days ago.

But the cave was dark. Not even a fraction of light illuminated the cavern.

Not even from the entrance.

Your heart simultaneously beat faster and yet sank in your chest upon the realization of your situation:

The cave was sealed shut. You wouldn't be going anyway. And yet Zhongli....

"Do you remember the terms of our contract?"

The voice startled you; practically making you jump out of your skin as you turned towards the source. Your throat tightened at the sight of his glowing eyes- of the golden sheen on his hands and the geo-patterned veins that ran up his arms.

"You agreed that you would follow my directions and stay with me until I deemed it safe enough for you to be on your own."

He stepped forward, and instinctively you took a step back. You had never been intimidated by his height before, but now it felt like he loomed over you with all the power of the geo-archon himself-

The tips of his fingers caught your chin as he raised your head to look up at him. Your pupils wide, you now realized just who this man was.

"It is not safe for you, nor will it ever be."

His transformation was silent, but striking all the same. Brown-gold horns sprouted like a crown from above his head; the fingertips on your chin now sharpened claws akin to that of a dragon.

The pieces had clicked long ago; you had just been too naive to recognize them.

"Morax." The name fell from your lips in a strangled whisper, and the man before you buried his face into your neck at the sound.

You could feel his lips pulled into a smile against your flesh.