aninag

[aninag]

Lonesome

Series: FGO

Merlin x gender neutral reader

Warnings: blood, angst, memory loss, references to death, reader isn't a master, Merlin is sus but when isn't he sus, wounds

Word count: 4.9k

Strange things have been happening, but you're the only one who seems to take notice. Even your dearest Merlin seems to be oblivious.

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ii.

"Darling, are you alright? What are you doing sitting here in the dark?"

You blinked. The setting sun cast long shadows on the table. There was still light out, but darkness had started to creep in the corners of the room. You rubbed your temples, trying to dispel whatever it was that had distracted you earlier.

A pair of warm arms engulfed you, followed by the sweet scent of flowers. You closed your eyes and leaned against his warmth. It felt as if you'd been running nonstop at a breakneck pace. The tension in your body eased as you snuggled closer.

"Sorry," you mumbled against his chest. "I was waiting for you and I guess I just got lost in thought... I can't even remember what I was thinking about."

Merlin ran his fingers through your hair before he pulled back. Even in the dim light, his purple eyes still shone bright. A fond expression filled his face, which made you smile back.

"Ah! Did you miss me? Was that making you worry?" He waggled his eyebrows before pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Silly darling. I'll always be here with you. You have nothing to fear."

He suddenly stood, carrying you out of your chair in one fell swoop. You grabbed at his shoulder to steady yourself as he lifted you out of the room.

"Now then, shall we get started on supper? I've worked up quite an appetite!"

He stepped out of the threshold, laughing at your halfhearted protests. A half-finished cup of tea sat abandoned on the table. As the light from the fading sun dimmed to red, one could hardly see the blood streaks on the teacup.

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iii.

You always rose just before dawn. The farmstead was small, but you preferred to get most of the work done before high noon so you needed the early start. Most days, you'd wake before Merlin did. You'd prepare breakfast in the kitchen before the smell of coffee and food dragged him away from his slumber. He'd stagger in, yawning and grumbling all the way to the table.

On rare days however, just like this morning, you'd find yourself tangled up in his arms and pinned down by the weight of his body. His warmth, the slow rhythm of his breathing, and the softness of the bed; all of it tempted you to go back to sleep. On days like these, getting out of bed seemed an impossible task. It would have been so easy to just cave in and surrender, to just sleep in.

"Darling," you muttered against his ear, "I need to get up."

You heard him grumble before he tightened his grip around you. "You don't need to get up, you just want to."

You huffed. "Fine. I want to get up so I can get started on our breakfast. Could you let me go?"

"Don't you want to relax for once? Just sleep in with me for a bit?"

You smiled at his petulance. "Tempting. Very very tempting offer, my darling. But if I do that, Bessie, Gertie, Clover, and Dixie will go hungry in the barn. If they get grumpy they might not give us any milk or eggs."

He clicked his tongue. "The animals can survive a few hours. They'll understand if you need to get some rest. Just stay with me for a while?"

His eyes remained resolutely closed, but his brow was starting to furrow. You pressed kisses against his face until his face relaxed again.

"Thirty minutes. After that, we're both getting out of bed."

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iv.

Hunting for the eggs was your favorite chore. Your two hens always made it a challenge. They kept picking small nooks and crannies to lay eggs in, and they rarely picked the same spot twice. Today however, both hens seemed to have it out for you. You'd been wandering the farmstead for an hour now and you didn't have a single egg to show for it.

The cows watched indifferently as you walked across the field. You'd checked the barn and the coop twice over. You'd even looked near the farmhouse but had only come up empty. The only place left to look was the tool shed. Hopefully the hens had just enough mercy for you that they wouldn't lay their eggs on the shed's roof.

You peered among the metal tools, looking for a splash of white or brown to clue you in. It was still early in the day, but the shed didn't have any windows to bring in the light. It was cold, dark, and musty. All you had to rely on was the stream of light from the doorway, so you clumsily felt around.

"Aha!"

You spotted a small brown egg tucked away behind a sickle. As carefully as you could, you reached out to grab it. Thankfully you didn't nick yourself with the sickle, and you carefully placed the egg inside. Before you could start looking for another egg however, a strange object caught your attention.

Your chest felt tight. Cold sweat formed on your brow. Dread pooled in your stomach. The object unnerved you yet you couldn't gaze away. It entranced you, pulling you closer and closer. With a trembling hand, you reached out to grab it. Your fingers grazed the cold metal surface, turning your dread into terror.

White robes filled your vision. Warm hands rubbed your back and stroked your hair. In your terror, you hugged him tight. Merlin brought you out into the sunlight, but the chill had settled in your skin. Your teeth chattered as he looked you over.

Worry was a strange expression on his face. It was never he that worried, it was always you. Right? He was always the one that brought sunshine and flowers to your gloomy days. He'd always be the one to console you, to tell you that everything was fine, that it was alright to just slip back to sleep-

"You're hurt!" you gasped.

Bright crimson streaks covered his white robes. His pristine face and white locks were flecked with red. Panicked, you rifled through the rest of his body, trying to figure out where he was bleeding from. His clothes didn't look torn. There were no obvious wounds on his hands or neck. But there was just so much blood! How could anyone be alright with that much blood coming out of them?

"Shh. Shh. I'm alright. I'm not hurt," he said. Gently, he guided your arm in front of you. "You must have gotten hurt inside the tool shed, darling."

Your arm was drenched in blood. A large gaping wound wrapped around your forearm, slowly dripping blood on both of you. The scent of copper hit you like a wave, overpowering the usual scent of flowers your darling always carried. Strangely enough, there was little to no pain. All you felt was an unnerving chill.

"I must have gotten nicked by the sickle..." you muttered. "I was looking for some eggs then-"

You pursed your lips. A confusing tangle of thoughts prevented you from recalling what happened. All you could remember was a dark shape, coupled with dread and terror. You couldn't move. You couldn't scream. All you could do was watch as it moved closer and closer, until the cold metal pressed firmly against your chest and-

"Shh. If it's too much, don't think about it anymore darling." Merlin hugged you tight. The combined scent of blood and flowers was almost nauseating. You bit your lip to keep yourself from gagging. "Let's get you all patched up and change into some clean clothes."

You nodded and let yourself be carried back to the house. He was right. What would dwelling upon it achieve at this point? You got hurt, so the next step was fixing yourself up. What did it matter if you couldn't recall exactly how you got hurt?

As he carried you across the field, your blood dripped down on the grass. As the blood fell, the once vibrant green shoots faded and shriveled up. Patches of grass started to die and crumble, revealing the dry cracked earth.

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v.

"Penny for your thoughts, darling?"

You snapped out of your daze, but a high-pitched ringing remained in your ears. It was so persistent that you could have mistaken them for sirens in the distance. But that wouldn't have made sense. There were no busy cities or towns nearby. There was no reason for sirens to ring here in your peaceful, quiet farm.

Frustrated, you sat up and started rubbing at your ears. The sudden movement knocked off the throw wrapped around you. The air around you was warm enough given that you were curled up in front of the hearth. The cheery fire gave more than enough light to light up Merlin's features. Mischief and adoration danced in his eyes, and his mouth was upturned in a familiar smirk. He reached out to cradle your cheek.

"I hope you're not thinking of some other person while you're cuddling up to me, darling. My fragile ego can't take that hit," he teased, squeezing your cheek fondly.

You leaned into his hand and pressed a soft kiss in apology. "Sorry darling. I've just been drifting... I can't remember what I was even thinking so hard about... What were we talking about earlier?"

The corners of his eyes crinkled and he shook his head. "Nothing important. Don't worry about it darling. All that matters right now is that we're both safe here."

You grinned back. "Where else would I go?"

His smile remained, but the light in his eyes seemed to dim. His eyebrows knit together. The sounds of the fire seemed to soften and the air turned cold. Fear seized you. Your chest began to pound and your body tensed up. Your mouth ran dry and your tongue felt too heavy to move. Everything felt wrong.

You looked imploringly at him for answers, but he remained silent. His smile was colored with so much sadness that you felt like crying. You wanted to reach out, to hold him and comfort him. But you remained still, rooted to your spot by your dread fear.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before everything faded to black.

"Where else would you go?" he muttered.

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vi.

You shivered in the crisp spring air as you watched Merlin work in the field. The sun was high in the sky, but the rays were still too weak to combat the cold. You wrapped your jacket tighter against you and cradled your mug.

In the field, he tended to the crops with his staff. He'd forgone his white robes, choosing instead to work in his black shirt and pants. He spun his wooden staff, sending small clouds of rain to water the rows of wheat. He waved at you when he caught you staring. You waved back.

While he rose later than you did, he would almost always finish his chores quicker than you. He made tending to the crops look so easy. With a flick of his staff, meters of farmland would get fertilized and watered. What would have taken you several hours to complete would take him mere minutes.

The only reason you finished ahead today was because your chores revolved around the cows. The chickens were gone. Merlin opined that they must have escaped through a hole in the fence. It must have been a small hole since the cows hadn't run off, but it would be best to repair it soon. Chickens were easy enough to replace but cows were expensive. Perhaps you could ask him to help you repair the fence after he finished tending to the crops. You could grab some tools from the shed first and-

You dropped your mug. Cold, deep, nauseating fear sank deep in your bones. You looked at your arms, running your fingers on the smooth unblemished skin. There was no cut, no scars, no redness, no hurt. It was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong!

You had a cut here yesterday! You were sure of it! It couldn't have possibly healed that quickly. And even if it had, such a large wound would have left a scar on you. It would have left a mark to remind you that something happened.

You grasped at your sleeves, rolling them up to expose more skin. Perhaps you had been mistaken on where the cut had been? Maybe it was further up your arm! Then you'd find it and have a good old laugh about how silly you were being. Maybe you'd tell Merlin too, and he'd have a grand old time teasing and laughing at silly old you.

You'd rolled up your sleeves to your shoulders, but you could only find unmarred skin. There were no wounds, no scars, no blood, no blemishes. Just skin as smooth as it had been the day you were born.

"Darling?"

You turned to see Merlin walking towards you. Worry seemed to be present more and more often on his face. His brows were knit and his mouth pressed into a firm line. Behind him, the weather seemed to take a turn for the worse. Gray clouds rolled from the horizon, blocking out the warm rays of the sun. Both of you needed to move. You needed to run back to the house before the rain poured.

As you moved your feet, you slipped on something slick. When you fell to the ground, the familiar scent of copper hit you. You were stuck in a large puddle of blood. Blood now covered your arms, your legs, your body. You tried to push yourself up, but it was as slippery and sticky as mud. The more you struggled, the further you sank.

You screamed and reached out for Merlin. He was running towards you now, but he was still so far away. Why was he so far away? You were sinking fast. The pressure of the puddle against your chest made it difficult to breathe. You gave one last cry before you were pulled under.

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i.

You lay in an ocean of light. Scorching heat blazed against your skin. You screamed out in pain, but you heard nothing. You tried to move your body, but everything felt so heavy. Even keeping your eyes open became difficult. Your throat started to burn, but something deep inside you knew that you needed to keep screaming. That, as bad as the pain was, something worse awaited you if you stopped.

So, scream you did. You kept screaming even as your head began to pound. You screamed as your eyes fluttered shut. Even in that dreary darkness, you continued to call out.

"....! Aaaa-!?"

You stopped. How long had it been since you heard your voice? How long had you been in that silent hell? Cautiously, you opened your eyes. A bright sky strewn with hues of orange and pink greeted you. There was nothing else in the sky: no sun, no clouds, no stars, no moon. It looked beautiful, but oh so lonely. Oh so empty. All around you was a sea of flowers as far as the eye could see. Their petals danced and swayed along to a breeze you could not feel.

"Lovely, aren't they?"

You whirled around in surprise. A man with long white hair sat behind you, twirling a flower in his hand. His gaze was fixed on the blossom, and he watched it as if it was the most amusing thing in the world.

"I've always been curious to learn what they're called," he mused. "I looked them up in every book I could get my hands on but there's not one mention of them! It's like nobody else had seen them before. How strange. How sad."

His purple eyes found yours. A feeling of foreboding washed over you. You felt pinned in place as he looked you over. He seemed so familiar, so near and dear to you, but you couldn't remember his name. His bright purple eyes held a strange glint. It unnerved you but you couldn't bring yourself to look away. In the end, he was the one who broke away. As soon as he looked aside, you felt dizzy. Everything seemed to go out of focus. A distant ringing filled your ears. Your body felt like it had been sapped of all its strength.

"Now, now. Don't push yourself too hard. It must have been quite the journey to wind up here."

A gentle hand gripped your shoulder. You tensed up, but let yourself be supported until you could sit up on your own. Once your vision started to clear, you glanced up at him.

He was a strange man. He wore white robes adorned with flowers. By his side he carried a large staff decked with colorful ribbons. His long white hair swayed alongside the flowers in the field, subject to a breeze you couldn't feel.

But the strangest part about him was his face. His eyes were filled with gentle amusement and his mouth arced in a serene smile. Ordinarily, you would have called his face beautiful. It was the sort of face that anyone would have wanted to gaze at. But the perfectly sculpted lips, the high cheekbones, and those beautiful purple eyes made you want to flee. It was a face too perfect, too flawless, too... inhuman to fully trust.

And yet, there was a part of you that did trust him. He was dear to you despite being a stranger. It felt like he knew everything about you despite you knowing next to nothing about him. It felt like you'd lived a thousand lifetimes beside him, even if you were certain that this was the first time you'd met.

"Now then," he whispered against your ear. His voice was honeyed and comforting. He leaned in closer, brushing your face with his soft white hair. "Want to tell me what you've wished for?"

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vii.

The first thing you noticed was thunder rumbling in the distance. Rain fell heavily on the roof and against the window. You sat in a dimly-lit room, with your hands clasped on a wooden table. Across you sat your darling a familiar stranger. His countenance was subdued, and he seemed determined not to glance at you. His gaze was fixed downward as he slowly stirred the contents of his mug.

Questions swirled about in your head. Where were you now? Where had you been before? Who was this man to you? How did you get here? But one question burst through all the others and came stumbling out of your lips.

"Am I dead?"

That familiar sad smile danced upon his lips before he shook his head. "No. You wouldn't be able to stay here if you were."

You bit your lip. "Am I dying?"

He closed his eyes. The world stood still. The sounds of the rain and thunder ceased. You held your breath.

"Yes."

All the dread, terror, and panic you'd bottled up burst out of you as nervous laughter. You laughed hard and loud. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but you held them back. You laughed for as long as you had breath, ignoring the morose expression on his face.

"So what's this then?" you rasped. "One last dream before I die? I can't fucking believe this. I dreamt up a farm, a FARM right before I died! The one thing I wanted to do before I died was manage a fucking farm!?"

You slammed your fist against the table. It made a satisfying thud, but you didn't feel any pain from the impact. You dug your fingernails into your palm. Crescent-shaped depressions formed on the skin, but you registered no pain.

You glanced up at the man in front of you for answers, but he was still determined to not meet your gaze. He looked at his infuriating mug as if it held all the answers in the world. Growling under your breath, you knocked the mug aside to force him to look at you.

"Who the hell are you and why did you do this to me?" you snapped. "What made you decide that it was alright to invade a dying person's dreams and force them to adore you?"

You'd expected guilt on his face, not abject heartbreak. It was the look of a man who had his last remaining hope crushed in front of him. The rage you'd felt evaporated like foam, leaving only guilt and an overwhelming need to comfort him. Still, you grit your teeth and held your ground.

"My name is Merlin," he said. " As punishment for sins that I'll never be forgiven for, I've been exiled here in Avalon, the garden of dreams at the end of the world. I'm not allowed to leave. All I'm allowed to do is watch over humanity until the very end."

"I'd been bearing my punishment patiently for hundreds of years, mind you," he continued. "I've never questioned or tried to go against it. I've been content with watching both humanity's triumphs and failures from the comfort of my tower."

"That is, until you wound up here in Avalon." He finally glanced up at you. His mouth was pressed into a firm line, but his eyes were still so kind, still so soft, still so adoring.

"It was so strange to find someone else in Avalon, you see. It rarely ever lets souls pass through. Rarer still to let them stay long enough for me to come across them. So when I saw you, I decided to grant you a small reward for making it all the way to Avalon. I wanted to give you a good dream to carry with you as you passed on."

He let out a chuckle before draping his hand above yours. He squeezed your hand slightly before he continued.

"You were wrong, by the way. You didn't wish for a farm. The farm was a happy sort of accident that we just went along with. What you wished for was something much, much simpler."

He entwined his fingers with yours and looked directly into your eyes.

"You wished for me to hold your hand as you died. You wished for someone, even a complete stranger, to stay by your side while you lay dying... just so that you wouldn't be all alone in the end."

"So I built you a wonderful little dream. I couldn't hold your hand outside of Avalon, but I could at least keep you company inside a dream. I let you design and build everything, just so you'd be happy and safe. Everything happened and appeared according to your will. The only condition I applied was that the dream would be free of pain. Outside of that, my only purpose in the dream was to be someone who you could talk to."

Hot tears pricked at your eyes and your nose started to feel stuffy. "If that was the case, why did you do this to me? I-I hardly know anything about you but my mind is telling me that you're the person I adore the most! Why are you both familiar and unfamiliar to me?"

His free hand cradled your cheek and swiped away at an errant tear. His touch felt achingly familiar, but your memories came up blank. Still, you chased the comfort and leaned your face against his hand.

Instead of answering your question, he sent another question your way. "How long do you think we've been inside this dream?"

"...A couple of weeks? Maybe a month?" you hazarded a guess. The details were a blur but you were fairly certain it hadn't been that long.

"Ten years."

"No... No!" You drew back, shaking your head as you went. "If... If it's been that long why can't I remember?"

"I didn't think you were going to keep going for that long either," he mused. "I thought maybe a couple of months or perhaps a year if you were determined enough. But you just kept the dream going. You dreamt up new days, new adventures we could both go on without any signs of stopping."

"And I suppose...with how many years we spent by each other's side it was inevitable that we grew fond of each other." He smiled a sad little smile. "For my part, I can't say if it's love or not... I'm much too inhuman to feel emotions in that way. But I do care about you."

"So why... why can't I remember any of it then? All I remember is this farm!" you sobbed.

"Human minds were not made to sustain dreams like that for years on end. You held strong until about our fifth year in. Cracks were starting to form in the worlds you dreamt up. To help you cope with the strain in your mind, I persuaded you to scale down our adventures. We narrowed our scope from continents, to countries, to provinces, to cities."

"On our seventh year, you told me that you wanted to settle down." He gazed fondly out the window. "It was such a strange request that it made me laugh when I first heard it. Settling down and relaxing seemed uncharacteristic of you. You always seemed to keep going to new places, to keep experiencing new things."

He laughed. "Then again, perhaps a part of me recognized that it signified that the dream was coming to an end. That desperate part of me probably wanted you to keep going so I wouldn't have to say goodbye."

He leaned across the table and wiped away at your tears. His touch was cool and comforting. "So we wound up settling down here, in this farm. I think we were happier here... even more than we'd been on our adventures. Even if we did nothing but talk by the fireside, we were content."

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against yours. He took a deep, halting breath as if bracing himself.

"This year, you started to drift. You'd stare blankly in the distance for hours on end. Midway through our conversations, you'd stop responding. You started to forget about our old adventures. Your usual chores confused and frustrated you. The names you gave the animals kept changing. You'd forget what day it was." He took another deep breath. "But I only started to panic when you started bringing in things related to your death into the dream. You were starting to say goodbye without even realizing it."

"So the blood, the cuts, the gun-"

"Was your subconscious reminding you that you were dying... and that it was time to let go."

The terror, the dread, the anger left you. You collapsed back onto your chair. There was no logical reason for you to believe anything Merlin said. He could have been spinning you a tale to take advantage of your supposed memory loss.

But as you gazed up at his face, you could find no lie in his eyes. All you found was an expression of complete surrender. Gingerly, you held out your arms towards him for a hug. He held you in his arms and settled his face in the crook of your neck.

"So, is this the end of the dream?" you asked. The howling of the wind outside seemed to get stronger. Thunder and lightning crashed and boomed overhead.

"I'm afraid so," he murmured. "You can delay it for a while, but the edges of the dream have already started to collapse. I'm sorry I can't do anything to help."

You shook your head. "You gave me ten happy years. You've given me more than enough."

The window shattered. Cold air and wet rain blew into the room, putting out the lanterns. The room was plunged in darkness, punctuated only by brief flashes of lightning in the distance. You hugged Merlin tighter.

"I-I'm scared." You buried your face in his hair, taking in the scent of flowers, hoping that it would ground you. "I-I know that it's coming so I won't run... but I don't want to face it alone."

"Shh. Shh. I'm here. I'll always be here beside you."

The sounds of the rain and thunder suddenly stopped. You were plunged in impenetrable darkness. You couldn't even see your hand in front of you. You flailed around in your panic, crying and shouting and stumbling. You kept calling out Merlin's name in desperation.

A warm hand gripped your own.

"Merlin?! Are you there? I can't see you!"

You felt around and strained your eyes but all you could sense was his hand. You squeezed it tight, gasping in relief when you felt it squeeze back.

"I'm here darling, don't worry."

"Don't go! Please don't let me go."

"I won't. I'll be here for as long as you need me."

The darkness seemed to grow heavier. It pressed on your chest, making it more and more difficult to breathe.

"Merlin? Are you there?" you gasped.

"Yes my darling. I'm still here with you." His voice sounded faint. You tried to squeeze his hand again but you could barely summon any strength to move your fingers.

"Merlin? Are you there?"

You heard him chuckle. "Yes my darling. I'm here. Are you there, darling?"

"Yeah. I'm here." You could barely string words together now. "Merlin, are you there?"

"Yes my darling. Are you there, darling?"

"Yeah. Merlin-?"

"Yes my darling?"

"...Merlin."

"Darling?"

"..."

"Darling, are you there?"

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pain.exe

First non-explicit work on this account, and something highly experimental too!

I really adore Merlin! I enjoy reading works that center around him but most of the time he's played for laughs. (which isn't a bad thing! A huge part of his character in-game is playing around and teasing other people after all) I wanted a slightly more serious and sad story around him.

I wanted to explore the dream-generating aspect of Merlin's some more so I toyed with the idea of him granting someone a good dream before they succumbed to their death. I kinda had to push and tweak at his base personality for this story, but I hope he didn't come across as too ooc.

#merlin x reader #fgo x reader #fgo merlin x reader #aninag writes

[aninag]

Kinktober 2022 Day 7

Breeding

Series: FGO

Saito Hajime x AFAB Master

Warnings: sexual content, reader referred to as "wife" but no specific gendered pronouns, Saito's being a wee bit possessive

If the blanket and the fire aren't enough to warm you up, you and Hajime are going to have to be more creative to fend off the cold.

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Rain fell from the dark, gloomy sky. Overhead, thunder rumbled. Finding your way through the mountainside had been hard enough, but in the poor light the meager landmarks you'd set were no longer visible. Luckily, Saito found a makeshift shelter nearby.

The wooden structure had vines and shrubbery growing on top of the roof and into the windows. The wooden planks groaned and creaked as you stepped into the house. A small fire pit was in the center, with a large pot hanging over it. You squinted your eyes but try as you might, you could barely make out the rest of the room.

You walked on over to the fire pit to get it started. Behind you, you heard Saito shuffle about, most likely searching for blankets. Your hands trembled and kept dropping the lighter, but after a few minutes a small but cheery fire illuminated the room.

"Mmm. Good good. Nothing's broken in and the roof's still holding."

Saito stood in a corner, dusting a faded blanket. He caught your eye and gave a sheepish grin. Then, he threw the blanket over to you.

"Not the best, but it's the only one here," he said. "Between that and the fire, you should be able to stay warm."

You frowned. "What about you?"

He shrugged and made his way to the doorway. "The fire's good enough for me. Now, I'm gonna go and grab some firewood out back. Just go and rest up for now."

You glanced towards the window. "Hurry back. The rain's getting harder."

"What are you, my wife?" He chuckled. "Now then, I'm off."

You stuck your tongue at him as he left. As soon as you couldn't see him anymore, you shrugged off your wet clothes and boots. Mystic code or not, it was still uncomfortable with the soaked cloth sticking to your skin. You left your underwear on and wrapped the blanket around yourself. The fabric was much softer than you realized and smelled faintly of chrysanthemums. You settled by the fire to soak in the heat. Between your fatigue, the soft blanket, and the warm fire, your eyes grew heavy. Soon enough, you dozed off.

You awoke sometime later, leaning against Saito's shoulder. He'd removed his outer coat and his blazer, but kept his shirt and pants on. His shirt lay unbuttoned, revealing a few scars on his abdomen. Despite his lanky frame, he was pretty toned. He shifted, making his muscles tense and ripple. Suddenly, he started sneezing.

You sat up as he descended into a flurry of sneezes. As he calmed down, you rubbed his back. He groaned and leaned against you, grumbling against your neck. His warm breath tickled. A shiver ran down your spine.

"It'll be warmer if you get under this blanket." you offered, opening the blanket up slightly. "Come on in?"

He sighed. "Fine, fine."

He sat up straight and spread his arms out. You climbed into his lap, wrapped the blanket around the two of you, and settled yourself against him. You shuddered in delight as your skin met his. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you even closer. His fingers, cold as they were, sent ripples of pleasure through you as they squeezed soft flesh. Unwilling to let him have the upper hand, you shifted your hips and rubbed against his crotch. The deep groan he uttered went straight to your core.

"Haah. Such a hungry little wife I have."

He pressed a searing kiss against your lips. He pushed, nipped, and demanded until your lips parted for him. Your tongues intertwined as he explored. His hand cupped your jaw, keeping you in place as he drank his fill of you.

He pulled away, his eyes half-lidded and color high in his cheeks as he panted. His thumb pressed against your puffy lips. Instinctively, you sucked. His grin grew wider.

"Does my wife want something bigger to fill them up?"

He shrugged the blanket off his shoulders, and lay you on top of it. You watched as his eyes swept over the newly revealed skin. He'd called you hungry, but he looked ravenous. It made you breathless.

"Any reason why you keep calling me your wife?" you asked.

"Well, just hunkering down in this little hut with you is making me feel domestic."

His hand softly squeezed around your breast, pushing it slightly out of your bra. Your nipple, exposed to the air, stiffened and peaked. He bent down and sucked. You shuddered as you felt him lap at it with his tongue.

He hummed against your breast before releasing it with a pop. "Just a husband and wife, keeping warm in their house while the rain falls. Isn't that just nice, dear wife?"

"Saito-sa-"

"Hajime," he insisted. "That, or dear husband."

He left a trail of kisses as his mouth traveled down, down, down. His lips pressed against your hipbones as he pulled away your underwear. His index finger traced up from your slit before circling around your clit. A moan left your lips and you bucked.

"Hajime," you sighed.

"Yes my wife?" he asked before licking at your entrance. "What can your husband do for you?"

For an answer, you pushed him back onto his elbows. You sat up and unbuckled his pants. His cock pressed invitingly against the dark fabric. You tugged his pants down until it was released. It stood thick, veiny, and mildly red. A couple drops of precum glistened on the tip.

His scent was heady and thick as you bent down. You licked at the tip and your hand wrapped loosely around his cock. You felt him tremble at your touch. You sucked at the tip and stroked him. After a few moments, you took him in your mouth.

Your tongue swirled and rubbed around him as you sucked. You struggled to fit him in your mouth, his tip hit the back of your throat. Hajime's hand rested on your head. He ran his nails against your scalp as you sucked. Whenever your tongue ran against a vein, he pulled at your hair.

"My wife. Mine. Mine. Mine."

After a few minutes, he pulled you off him. He lay you down on the blanket again and spread your legs. He rubbed two fingers against your core. His eyes darkened as he felt your dripping wet cunt. Two fingers slipped in inside you. It was a tight fit, but they slipped in easily with how wet you were. He pulled the fingers out and licked at your slick.

"May I make love to you, wife?" he panted. "May I fill you up?"

"I need you Hajime," you answered. "I need you inside me."

He hooked your legs around his shoulders and plunged his cock deep inside you. You both cried out. It was snug. It felt like he was splitting you in half. You took several deep breaths, doing your best to relax. He kissed your cheek and moved slow.

"You're doing so well for me, my dear. You're so tight and soft and warm around me."

As the pain dulled, pleasure sparked in you like kindling. His length dragged against your walls as he moved. A particularly harsh thrust made you clench and buck. You lightly kicked at his shoulder.

"More, Hajime. More," you begged. "Need you. Faster."

And what was a good husband to do but listen to his wife? He slammed his hips against yours. He gripped your thigh, using it as leverage as he pounded his length inside you.

"Sweet wife, darling wife," he wheezed in between thrusts. "Let me fill you up. Let me breed you full."

You sighed, and tightened your walls. The friction was delicious. You felt so full, so stretched. You could hardly think as you babbled.

"Breed me?"

He bit his lip as his pace stuttered. His eyes grew half-lidded, and his cheeks flushed. His free hand intertwined his fingers with yours as he tried to gather his bearings.

"Yes. Breed you full with my cum. I'll keep stuffing you until it takes."

He grunted as he recovered his pace. Sweat rolled down his body as he moved. He pressed a messy kiss against your lips.

"I want your belly full with my cum. I want you stuffed so full that you'll be dripping for weeks."

You shuddered against him. "Hajime. Need you."

His hold on your thigh tightened, his nails pressing crescent bruises against the skin. "Tell me you want me to breed you, sweet wife. Tell me you want me to stuff you up."

You sobbed. His pace was near punishing now. Your walls fluttered against him, begging for release. Your entire body felt hot.

"Breed me please, Hajime," you sighed. The building pleasure made it hard to think. "Fill me up with your seed."

He fucked you even faster now. He rubbed tight little circles on your clit. You came apart instantly. The huge well of pleasure rose and crashed. Helpless in the wake of it, you let it sweep you off.

Thick, hot spurts of cum filled your cunt. Hajime continued to move as he came, pumping his seed further deep inside you. When he pulled out, you felt the thick fluid drip out.

He lay on the floor beside you. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and rubbed his hand on your belly. You wanted to turn to him, but your body still felt boneless. Your limbs felt heavy and you could hardly keep your eyes open.

"My sweet wife..." you heard Hajime mutter, his voice distant.

The blanket was unusable now, covered as it was with your sweat and cum. Still, you felt comfortable by the fire. Your eyelids began to droop. Your consciousness slipped away.

"...I'll breed you again. And again. And again."

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This was originally angstier, but I figured it would ruin the horny energy too much so I cut it out and rewrote the rest. Anyway, I hope you all still enjoy!

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 7 #saito hajime x reader #fgo x reader #aninag writes #non sfw #I'm really just brainrotting for manslayers in FGO #first it was Izou and now it's Hajime #this is 1 day late but whatever

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Where the Heart Is [Yandere Feitan x Reader]

Title: Where the Heart Is [Yandere Feitan x Reader]

Synopsis: He can’t resist the pull. The heavy drag that constantly calls to him–to come back to the darkness of the house, to press his hands against the cool walls as he makes his way down the stairs, to tug on the only light in the place and face what is there, in the basement.In the dark.

For Horrorfest request: “Home is the place where when you go there, you have to finally face the thing in the dark.” + Feitan

Word Count: 1861

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, detailed descriptions of physical and emotional abuse

If he didn’t know the location of the house like the back of his hand, it would be impossible to find it. There are no lights on inside, and certainly no charming porch light to guide his way as he navigates the overgrown weeds and grass on his way to the front door.

But he’s been here so many times. Against his will, after a certain point, because the very nature of the house has become sour and spoiled.  Unpleasant to address.

But he has to come back, doesn’t it? He can’t resist the pull. The heavy drag that constantly calls to him–to come back to the darkness of the house, to press his hands against the cool walls as he makes his way down the stairs, to tug on the only light in the place and face what is there, in the basement.

In the dark.

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#what could Feitan possibly be afraid of? #that slow build-up of unease from the front door to the basement is just *chef's kiss* #I guess this is the answer to #this is just so good aaahhh #unfortunately for the darling they're not allowed to die #reblog #yandere content rb #hunterxhunter x reader rb #feitan x reader rb

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Kinktober 2022 Day 4

Breathplay

Series: Bungou stray dogs

Fyodor Dostoevsky x gender neutral reader

Warnings: sexual content, swearing, slight dubcon since it's Fyodor, discussions about faith, Fyodor being his usual condescending self, Fyodor's complex rears its ugly head

Fyodor was the strangest man you'd ever had a relationship with but you hadn't expected him to bring up religion in the middle of sex.

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"What is faith for you?" Fyodor asked.

You glanced up at the sudden query. He was still deep within you, pumping away at your core. He still moved, albeit at a slower pace than before. His eyes had drifted off to a corner, unfocused, distracted. Had he been anyone else, you'd be offended. With Fyodor, you'd learned to roll with whatever he threw at you.

"Ah, mm. I guess it's about believing in something you ah- can't see?" you wheezed. "Like trusting that it's there even if you can't perceive it?"

He gave a noncommittal hum and said no more. He picked up his pace and gripped your hips. His expression however, stayed distracted. You huffed and closed your eyes, choosing instead to focus on the sensations he was giving you. As long as he made you feel good, it didn't matter if he wasn't focused. This man was not worth a hit to your self-esteem.

His length continued to rub at that sweet bundle of nerves. Slow and steady, your pleasure built up. You gasped and tightened around him. He took a shuddering breath. Ah, not fully distracted then. You grinned and bucked up against his hips. Stars swam across your vision. His tip hit just right. You clutched at the threadbare sheets, waiting for the rush to take you.

"So it isn't faith anymore if you can perceive it? If you look for signs, have you lost your faith?"

The asshole stopped fucking you! Right as you were about to come! You opened your eyes to glare at him, but he was unfazed. If anything, he seemed more amused that you dared to glare at him. You tried to move on your own, but he kept your hips locked in place. That mischievous grin of his widened, promising punishment if you struggled more.

"Well people get worried and scared," you replied. "It's paradoxical but I think people look for signs, because they have faith. If you didn't believe you'd find anything, you wouldn't look right?"

He flashed his teeth at you. His canines looked particularly sharp in the dim light. "That's ad hoc."

You rolled your eyes at him. It wasn't your fault that most of your blood was flowing away from your brain. Who expected debates while they were having sex? Frustrated, you fired the question back at him.

"Myself? Faith is something that is already a given. It is never questioned or shaken." He reached down and stroked your jaw, strangely gentle. "It is something you carry around with you without having to think of it. It just is."

You frowned. "It can't be that simple. People are complicated."

A cold finger rubbed up against your soft lips. Strange how he still stayed so cold despite everything. You nipped at it lightly and licked as he pulled it away. His eyes crinkled. Something akin to amusement filled his expression.

"On the contrary, the greatest things in this world are stunningly simple. Take breathing for an example." His hand drifted down to your throat. "Such a great act of faith for something all humans do at every moment."

"Breathing is not an act of faith. It's just something you do."

As soon as that sentence left your lips, a chill ran down your spine. His smile felt like a trap shutting shut behind you. What little warmth remained from your coupling faded away fast. Despite that however, you didn't move away. Curiosity kept you laying on your back, under the strangest man you'd ever met.

"According to the Abrahamic faiths, God gave humanity the breath of life in the Eternal Garden. From then on, they had faith that God would continue to give them that breath till the end of their days."

His hands wrapped loosely around your neck. His thumbs rested on the column of your throat. He glanced briefly into your eyes. Then, he squeezed.

"Is it not a great act of faith?" He leaned over and whispered against your lips. "What God giveth, God can easily taketh away."

You gasped involuntarily and clutched at his hands. Panic coursed through you. But there was a thrill that soon followed that kept you still. The pressure was moderate. You were still able to breathe, just barely.

"Wonderful, isn't it, little mouse? Your fragile little life depending on my mercy?"

His hips started to move, making you jolt. You hissed. His length dragged against you. It felt much more snug now as you struggled to breathe. You watched him bite his lip and groan. His eyes fluttered shut.

Then he pressed harder. You gasped and choked, but no air went in. You grasped at his hands tightly. You clawed and pulled to no avail. He pistoned his hips, fucking you into the mattress. The sound of the bed frame banging against the wall seemed so distant. All that mattered were his hands around your throat and his dick filling you up so well.

Ringing filled your ears. He opened his eyes and stared at you with pure want. His dark eyes made your skin tingle. It was as if he could see through you, saw all the flaws in the deepest darkest recesses of your soul- and still wanted you. Your lungs burned. And yet you still wanted more.

You clenched around him and drew moans from both your lips. Your vision darkened, the edges of the room fading fast. Whether it was due to the lack of oxygen or the pleasure pooling in your belly, you had no idea. You trembled around him. Your limbs flailed about.

"Do you trust me little mouse?" he grit out. "Do you trust me to give your breath of life back?"

What else could you do but nod? Nod along as tears ran down your cheeks, as you begged for air? Pleasure bubbled in your belly, threatening to burst out. The rising tide was fast approaching, and you wanted desperately to be swept away. You couldn't see anything but the fading ceiling light, and his smug face.

"Breathe."

Air flooded your lungs and you came. You came in spurts as you clenched around his length. Your vision became pure white. You felt yourself float, weightless, unbound. Searing pain anchored you as he bit your shoulder, pulling you back down to earth.

As you crashed, you felt him fill you up. Thick, warm cum stained your walls. He pulled out soon after. In a daze, you reached up and touched his face. You didn't want to feel alone, abandoned. In your fading vision, the light seemed to surround his head like a halo. He smiled. Looking every bit an angel.

"Breathe, and live."

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I debated for a while if I should write Chrollo or Fyodor for this prompt, but figured that Fyodor would fit better. He is just that arrogant to turn this into an exhibition for this god complex.

With Chrollo, I feel like he'll at least let you cum first before engaging you in debate. Maybe someday I'll write something for him involving this too.

#Kinktober 2022 #Kinktober 2022 day 4 #Fyodor Dostoevsky x reader #Fyodor x reader #BSD x reader #aninag writes #non sfw #silly reader of course he'd bring up theology while fucking #what else did you expect from him? #I love rat man

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About the frustrated writer

Hill ❀ 29 ❀ She/Her❀ INFP ❀Bi

Hi! I'm Hill, the local trash tita trying to venture back into writing. I write mainly about the Fate series but I do other series from time to time. I swear I don't just write lewd stuff, just figured that Kinktober would be ideal to force me to write everyday. Requests/commissions? None for now but open to suggestions, both for NSFW and SFW stuff. Won't take suggestions that involve: NSFW involving minors, eye trauma, scat, RPF.

FAQ

#about the trash tita

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FAQ/Gen Stuff

This will be updated as needed. Last updated: October 3, 2022

What I write: SFW and non SFW stuff mainly involving AFAB and gender neutral readers. I’m not that confident yet in writing AMAB readers so that might not be here too frequently. I might venture into darker stuff like yan, horror, and the like later on, but will be tagging and putting content warnings so you know what you’re venturing into.

I might also write original content from time to time but that will also be tagged.

What I won’t write: Anything sexual involving minors, eye trauma, or scat. No RPF

Do you write non SFW stuff involving aged up minors? Only if there’s been a canon depiction of them aged up. Otherwise, I’m not really that comfortable doing it.

Series I write for: FGO, Genshin Impact, Bungou Stray Dogs, HunterxHunter, Death Note (I’ll add more if I wind up hyperfixating on anyone)

Do you take requests/commissions? I’m open to suggestions in my askbox but please note that I won’t write a piece in reply to everything. For coms…. maybe when I’m more confident in my writing.

Do you take anons? Yup! Shoot some asks in my box, I’m lonely beshie.

Do you accept thirsts/imagines/headcanons? Sure! Would love to hear what you think.

Will you interact with everyone? Given the content of my blog, I won’t interact with minors or ageless blogs. I can’t really stop them from reading my non sfw stuff if they click on it, but will most likely block minors or ageless blogs if they interact with me.

Why did you make a new blog? My old one was a side blog so I couldn’t really interact or follow anyone. I made a new blog to do all that, especially since the old one had been abandoned for a while

#Aninag gen faq #Aninag's general rules

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Hiya! Hope you enjoy your time here!

Hill ❀ 29 ❀ She/Her ❀ INFP ❀ Bi

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Kinktober 2022 Day 3

Orgasm denial

Series: FGO

Caster Gilgamesh x AFAB master

Warnings: sexual content, slight degradation

Spoilers for CasGil's valentine scene

Rating: Explicit/MA

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"Don't be a fool! I speak of quantity, not quality!" Gilgamesh said, shaking the red bag of chocolates vehemently. "This measly thing will barely last me two bites! Our feast would be over in but a moment! Were you planning to share a table with me for no more than a few minutes!?"

"If you don't want it, I'll take it," you huffed, tugging the package back from his grasp. "I'll just snack on these and just go hang out with Mash instead."

"Heh, Pitiful." A wide smirk graced his infuriatingly handsome face. Before you could react, he grabbed the red bag back. "But, I suppose this IS the best a Master of such lowly origins as yours could muster. Very well, you leave me no choice, Just this once, I will show you what a true Valentine's celebration entails."

"Follow me, Master. I will teach you about the true essence of my treasured Uruk personally."

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You reclined on your lounge chair, enjoying the view on the river Euphrates. You drew the wool shawl tighter against your shoulders to keep yourself warm. The wise king had insisted that you change into traditional garments from Uruk for this demonstration, stating that it would be a great opportunity to experience their culture more. The deep blue wrap-around dress was draped around one arm and reached your ankles. The material was thick and sturdy, but you'd grown used to your mystic codes doing the bulk of the temperature control.

"That's a head shawl. It isn't supposed to be wrapped around you like that."

You turned to to look over at Gilgamesh, sprawled over his own lounge chair, cradling a wineglass. The ruby liquid sparkled in the moonlight as he swirled the glass. Even while lounging, he still oozed arrogance. He'd changed into clothes resembling a loose white tunic and pants with an ornate red cloak hanging on his shoulders. He also looked a good deal warmer than you were.

"I'm cold." you argued. "Besides, the sun isn't up anymore so there's no point in covering my head."

You heard him click his tongue. "I had told you to drink your beer slowly, did I not? Now you reap the results of your foolishness." He sat up and beckoned you over. "Come, I shall play the role of a good host and warm you up."

You hesitated for a brief moment, but still wound up walking over to him. The night air in Uruk wasn't terribly cold but you'd still rather be warm. You settled in easily between his legs and leaned against his chest. His gold jewelry felt cold against your cheek, but he gave off more than enough warmth for you to be comfortable. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him. You felt him toy with your hair, running his fingers through the strands and running his nails against your scalp.

"So, where's this feast you mentioned earlier?" you asked, fiddling with his lapis lazuli pendant. "I'm getting hungry."

He chuckled. "First you complain of the cold, and now of hunger. Is my Master merely a pet I must look after? Truly my little mongrel?"

You sat up and pouted. "Well this little mongrel's gonna start biting if she doesn't get some food in her soon."

Mischief flashed in his red eyes as he leaned in closer, your noses nearly touching. "I suppose I better find something for your mouth to do so it won't bite."

You didn't know who moved first, but soon your lips met his. Your chapped lips moved against his as your hands found themselves at the back of his neck. You felt his hands drift down towards your hips. He pulled you close and made you sit on his lap. His fingers squeezed and dug into the soft flesh. You gasped. His hot tongue strode into your mouth, claiming it for his own.

You squeaked as you felt his hand travel down and squeeze your bum. The other went towards your inner thigh, tracing indiscernible patterns. Your body started to warm up. You shrugged off your shawl and loosened the draping on the dress. Suddenly, you felt cold.

"Ah," he murmured against your lips, "such a bold little mongrel."

You'd unfastened the dress too much, causing the fabric to fall away and expose your breasts. The skin pebbled in the cool night air, and under his hungry gaze. As if proving his statement true, you leaned over and shook his breasts at him, daring him to move.

He pulled you close. His mouth latched on to your breast immediately, suckling and swirling around the stiff nipple. His hand caressed the other, squeezing and stroking. A faint buzz of heat was starting to form inside you. You felt a slight dampness in your core.

He pulled away just as the heat inside you began to rise. He pressed a few kisses against your breasts and at the column of your neck, each one lighter than the last. He tugged the rest of the dress away, leaving you fully exposed. He grinned, and his gaze seemed to darken.

His hand pressed firmly against the apex of your hips. You shuddered from the contrast of his warm touch and the cold jewelry against your skin. A finger dragged against your slit. You gasped at the sensation, as well as the loud squelch. You were much, much wetter than you'd anticipated.

He gave a satisfied little hum before working a finger inside you. Your slick-coated entrance offered little resistance at first, but you could feel each little ridge of his rings as they rubbed up against your walls. Soon, a second finger followed. You fell forward and grabbed hold of his shoulders to steady yourself. The two fingers spread apart and bent as they pressed and probed.

You whimpered as soon as he rubbed up against your spot. It felt as if a live wire ran down your spine. His fingers rubbed up against that rough patch. His thumb made furious little circles against your clit. You sobbed. It was too much, too fast. You bit his neck as your tried to stifle your cries. He grunted in pain, but continued his onslaught. Your body began to twitch. You bucked and jerked your hips away, but his hand on your hip held fast. He continued to work you over and over as the pleasure began to mount.

And then nothing.

He'd pulled his fingers away at the last second. Just before your orgasm hit. Your body, weak with pleasure, fell against him. You looked up at him with bleary eyes. Your mind was still too awash with pleasure to form words. You gripped at his tunic with your shaking hands. He smirked.

"Did I not tell you, Master, that I didn't want our feast to end so quickly?" he said. He brought his fingers to his face and licked at the slick. "The night is young, and I have been starved of you for far too long."

He carried your slack body over towards the curtained central platform. Inside was a large day bed with several round pillows, and a table stacked with several brightly-colored bottles. He placed you on the bed, and spread your legs wide.

He knelt down and licked at your entrance. You bucked and whimpered, wanting more of the pleasure that had been denied you. He huffed before diving in to eat you out. He nipped and sucked at your lips. The sounds you made were pure filth. You whimpered and cried out his name. Your hands grabbed hold of his hair and tugged.

His wicked tongue brushed up against your clit. You saw pure white. You shuddered and clutched at him, pressing him harder against you. You felt him laugh. His tongue started to lick faster and faster. Fingers plunged inside you and crooked. He nipped your clit. You saw stars.

And again, it disappeared. He'd pulled away yet again. You felt like sobbing. Your skin felt aflame, it felt like each brush of the sheets could easily send you tumbling towards the edge. But never enough to push you over. Frustrated, you reached down and started rubbing to get yourself off.

"Tsk"

The Wise King slapped your hand away and leveled his glare upon you. He snapped his fingers. Gold cuffs and chains appeared and bound your limbs to the bed. You lay there spread-eagled, unable to move an inch.

"Oh mongrel. You should not have done that."

For hours upon hours he tortured your body with pleasure. You intimately came to know his fingers, his tongue, his mouth. Your walls memorized the shape of his fingers, and each and every stroke they made. His mouth left marks on your inner thighs, blooming on your skin like posies. Your body felt sore, and yet you still craved more of his touch. Just one last stroke to finally get you to the edge.

"Gil. Gil. Please. Please," you rasped, your throat dry and aching.

He pulled his fingers out with an embarrassingly loud noise. The bed was soaked with your fluids. You cried out at the sudden emptiness. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you babbled at him. Your mind too tired, too strained to properly communicate.

You watched as he shrugged his tunic and his pants off. His golden jewelry remained, glinting in the dark red of the early morning light. His cock stood full mast, swollen and dripping precum. He lined up his cock with your entrance. You whimpered at the sensation, but your body automatically bucked. He licked his lips and grinned.

"Hush, now mongrel," he said. "We're nearly to the end of our feast. Stay with me until the end."

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I love Gilgamesh but holy hell I wrote too much. I really need to cut down on the preludes to the sexy times... but at the same time it also seems hotter if there's context?

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 day 3 #caster gilgamesh x reader #gilgamesh x reader #fgo x reader #writing from the old blog #non sfw

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Kinktober 2022 Day 1

Knifeplay

Series: FGO

Henry Jekyll and Mr. Hyde x unnamed gender neutral master

Warnings: Knifeplay, blood, marking, sexual content

Rating: Explicit/MA

The blade pressed against your warm flesh, its touch feather-light as it traced its way to your collarbones. When it stopped, you looked up at his face. A shadow had fallen over his face, you couldn’t see the color of his eyes. He’d been gentle with the knife and hadn’t drawn any blood, yet his grip on your hip was a touch too tight. He smiled and leaned in close to your ear

“Scared yet?”

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“Master,” Jekyll whined, “this is a really bad idea.”

You hummed and held fast to his hands as he tried to pull away. A familiar furrow appeared between his brows and the corners of his mouth dipped low. He glanced off to the side, eyeing the door.

“Well I think this is a great idea,” you countered. “You need a mana transfer, and this gives us the excuse to be more physically affectionate.” 

He flushed. His worried green eyes met yours again. He looked pale and terribly in need of more mana but he stood firm.

“I- He- I- We might hurt you.” His grip tightened as he sighed. “And that is the last thing I want. I’d rather lose my spirit origin than-”

“Shh. Shh. None of that,” you interrupted. “If you worry about me, I’m allowed to worry about you too. Both of you.”

You stood on your tiptoes and kissed his furrowed brow until it relaxed. His eyes fluttered shut, seemingly savoring your touch. You planted a few more kisses on his temple before settling back down. He pulled your hands to his lips.

"Know that I love you. That I adore you," he said as he kissed the backs of your hands. "Let me keep you safe by staying away from you."

Your hurt must have flashed across your face for he fervently pressed more kisses on your hands. You swore you felt a hint of teeth and tongue in between. His hot breath tickled. You knew that he wanted this too. He just needed a little push. Or two.

"Don’t you want me, Jekyll?” you pouted. 

You stepped closer till you felt his warm breath against your face. He looked at you warily. You grinned and pressed a few kisses against his jaw. You heard a sharp inhale, but felt him press back.

“Because I really want you, Jekyll. I want you bad.”

He whined, a high keening noise that sent shivers down your back. You heard him swallow and take several shaky breaths. You shushed him and kissed him more, deliberately teasing at the edges of his lips.

“Master,” he gasped, “every time you touch me, the restraints I have inside of me crumble.”

He grabbed hold of your face and smashed your lips together. His lips moved fervently against yours. He nipped at your bottom lip till it stung. You groaned and bit him back. 

Abruptly, he pulled back. He leaned his forehead against yours, his skin fevered. His eyes were closed. He panted as if he’d been running for miles. Your own lips tingled and throbbed. 

“I want you so badly that it hurts. I want you so badly that it feels like I’m being burned alive.” His eyes blinked open, his pupils blown so wide with want that you could hardly tell if they were green or red. “Your touch burns too... but it burns me so good.”

You licked at your sore lips. His dark eyes followed the movement. He bit at his own lips. His hand drifted down and pressed at the column of your throat. 

“You win, Master.”

He pulled you plush against him. His tongue plunged into your mouth and devoured you like a man starved. Your teeth clacked against his as he moved, but he seemed to pay it no mind. His hand on your throat kept you steady as his other slipped down and traced down your body. He tugged at your clothes, impatiently opening the buckles to reveal the flesh underneath. 

Your own hands tangled themselves in his hair. You ran your nails against his scalp, making him groan against you. You hummed happily against him, happy to let him dictate the pace. 

RIP

You pushed him off. The front of your mystic code had been sliced open, exposing your white undershirt. The man in front of you brandished his trusty dagger, not an ounce of remorse to be found in his expression. His mouth was pressed into a frown, but his dark red eyes seemed to drink in the newly revealed flesh.

“HYDE!” you said. “How are we going to explain this to Da Vinci? This was brand new!”

He shrugged. “Well it’ ain’t no good if that’s all it took to fall apart. I- I’m so sorry Master! But it does seem flimsier than- Now let’s get you out of those clothes!”

“Wait!” You stepped away from him as he approached you with the knife. “Wait I’ll take them off! You don’t need to cut!”

He scoffed at your suggestion. “You’ve gotta realize I’ve got kinkier tastes than that! Right Jekyll? I- uh. Now mosey on over here and let me free you from those rags.”

You rolled your eyes at him but walked on closer anyway. You closed your eyes and waited for him to start cutting.

And waited. 

And waited.

You cracked an eye open and saw kind green eyes gazing down at you. You relaxed. He still had the dagger out, but his expression was gentler, more patient than earlier. He held the dagger to you, motioning for you to take it. Confused, you took it from his grasp, cradling the blade in your trembling hands. it was heavier than you expected.

“Is this something you want too, Jekyll?”

“Yes,” he bit out. “I-if you’re not up for this, we can always stop. We can just stick to kissing.”

“No. I mean, I’m okay with this. I think.” You bit at your lip. “Just... just take it slow okay?”

It was really unfair when he smiled like that. It made you feel like you could offer everything you had to him with no complaints. It made you feel weak in your knees. You handed him the knife back.

The blade pressed against your warm flesh, its touch feather-light as it traced its way to your collarbones. When it stopped, you looked up at his face. A shadow had fallen over his face, you couldn’t see the color of his eyes. He’d been gentle with the knife and hadn’t drawn any blood, yet his grip on your hip was a touch too tight. He smiled and leaned in close to your ear

“Scared yet?”

“N-no. Keep going.”

Was this Jekyll or was it Hyde? A quiet voice in the back of your head asked, did it really matter? You trusted them both with your life. You felt the blade nick lightly at your skin but no blood spilled. Only pinpricks of pain appeared. It traced down and slowly sliced at your shirt. It was sharp, sharp sharp. He barely applied any pressure but the cloth easily came apart. 

He kept going until your chest was exposed. He drew circles around your nipples. The contrast between the feather-light touch and the razor sharp blade circling around such as sensitive part of your body was exquisite. He pressed slightly harder against the skin, bringing about the slightest hint of pain. It made you gasp as you struggled to stay still.

“This is probably where your heart is,” you heard him murmur. “Just look at how fast it’s thrumming. Are you sure you’re not scared yet, Master? Your heart’s beating awful fast.”

“I can still take it.”

You heard him laugh before your back hit the bed. He pinned your arms down with his free hand while the other used the knife to cut your shirt away completely. He rutted his lower half against you, letting you feel his hardness. You felt your core clench and weep. You squirmed, willing him to get your clothes off faster.

“Hyde,” you whined. “Please.”

“What’s this? What’s this? You’re actually begging for me?” He laughed and placed the bladepoint to where your underwear peeked out of your pants. “You should know better than that, Master!” He leaned in close. “Beg properly.”

“Please, take my clothes off and fuck me, Jekyll,” you whined. 

“Oh dear. I’m being rather mean however. Are you sure I’m really Jekyll?” he crooned, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I could just be Hyde, pretending to be gentle.”

“‘s true. Or I could just be big old proper Dr. Jekyll, trying his best to be mean.” He pressed the butt of the dagger against your opening. You hissed and glared at him, but he merely stuck out his tongue. 

“’course both of us do want to get into this moist little hole of yours, so whoever you call out, you’re not gonna be wrong!”

You groaned and squirmed. The handle provided enough pressure to turn you on, but Hyde was stubbornly keeping it still. He still kept your arms in place so all you could do was wriggle in frustration. 

He clicked his tongue in frustration before pulling the handle away. He pressed the blade firmly against your left pant leg, slicing it open and nicking the flesh underneath. You whimpered as the faint scent of copper rose.

“Careful there, Master. Not that good at being gentle. Who knows what else I might cut if you keep moving,” he taunted.

You hesitantly kept still as he cut away the right pant leg, taking care to not cut the flesh this time. Every time he pressed just a tiny bit harder, shivers ran down your spine. Each time you thought he’d actually cut you again, he’d pull away and trace light patterns somewhere else, leaving just that hint of pain behind. It was terrifying. It was thrilling. 

Finally, he drew his blade against the seam of your pants. cutting away the thick fabric and leaving only your sodden underwear behind. He barked out a laugh and pressed firmly against your opening. 

“Look how absolutely drenched you are! Did you just cum? Did you cum from me slicing you up?”

You frowned at him. “Unfortunately, no. Not yet.”

“Hmm. How very mean of Hyde,” he crooned, as he swept your underwear aside. “Not letting our adorable little Master cum.”

He gathered your slick and slowly, painstakingly slipped a finger into your opening. He did it gently and carefully, making your agony worse. He pressed against your walls firmly before slowly pulling out. 

You gave a low whine as he pulled out, only to be gently shushed. Two fingers slowly entered you, spreading you out. His fingers rubbed insistently at your walls, as if searching for something. Suddenly, you saw sparks.

“Ah. Feeling good Master?”

He continued to rub at that spongy, rough mass. You gasped and writhed. Pleasure flooded your veins, making you dazed. You struggled against his hold, but he only smiled at you sweetly. He continued to smile at you as he worked you up with his fingers. 

Suddenly the pressure on your arms loosened and disappeared. You watched as he transferred the dagger to the hand that wasn’t knuckle-deep inside you. Carefully, slowly, gently, he brought the knife above your sternum. Even through the haze of your pleasure, you felt worry well up inside you. 

“Jekyll?”

“Hmm? Oh, don’t worry too much about this Master,” he said. He pressed the blade point slightly against your skin, bringing the slightest edge of pain. “Just focus on cumming.”

“Wh-”

He started pumping his fingers in faster and faster. The base of your spine began to grow white-hot as pleasure started to pool in your belly. Tears trailed from your eyes as the pleasure crested. You gripped your sheets, trying not to writhe as you felt yourself come apart. You burned from the delicious friction.

As your pleasure peaked, white-hot pain burned in your chest. He was digging the blade against your skin. You shrieked, both from the pleasure and the pain, helpless in the wake of both. In your dazed state you could hardly tell if it was Jekyll or Hyde. Whoever it was, the last thing you saw was his wide grin before everything faded to black. 

“One day, I’ll teach you to embrace both pain and pleasure.”

When you next opened your eyes, all that was left was a dull sting on your chest and an ache in your lower back. You’d been settled on pillows, and there was a gauze bandage on your chest. By your bedside, Jekyll (or Hyde?) had fallen asleep. As you stirred, he awoke and immediately started to fuss over you.

“I am deeply sorry for pushing you too far, Master. How are you feeling? Do your wounds still hurt? Are you feeling light-headed?”

“I’m fine” you croaked, your throat still much too raspy and dry. “How are you? Did you get enough mana?”

For a brief moment, his eyes flickered to red and he smirked. The next moment, a worried expression took over and he handed you a mug from the bedside table. You took the mug and drank the lukewarm tea.

He took your free hand and pressed a lingering kiss on your pulse. Dark green eyes met yours, still burning with want.

“Oh yes. I got plenty of mana, my dear.” He pressed another kiss on your palm. “I hope you let me indulge some more in the near future.”

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