𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

‎ꫂ᭪݁ the moment qifrey's feelings for you solidified .ᐟ

content ahead contains ; oblivious fem!reader, qifrey as an unofficial girl dad and yearner of the century, briefest mentions of olruggio and alaira.

it was a humid summer evening, and the valley's rolling hills were bathed in the soft, golden glow of the setting sun as it slowly dipped beneath the horizon. crickets buzzed amongst themselves somewhere in the far distant shrubbery, just beyond the opened windows of the atelier.

the cozy kitchen was just as bright, with three girls huddled around the table, ink wands clutched in their delicate, stained fingers. corked vials of ink and sheets of paper, many with half-drawn spell circles, covered most of the wooden surface, showing what they'd been up to.

you rarely had extra time to leave the great hall since you spent most of your days hunched over stacks of old spell books, nose deep in the pages of parchment. deciphering the ancient scrawl of spells in an attempt to modernize them was never an easy task, but the job was nonetheless enjoyable.

the only downside? your view was mostly stone walls and wobbly shelves. so, you started writing letters via bird of light beacons to stay in touch with your companions—one of which was qifrey.

word traveled quickly in the community that an outsider discovered the secret of their magic. in all honesty, you weren't surprised in the slightest that qifrey had taken on the young girl as an apprentice, according to reading his latest correspondence. he always had a peculiar way in attracting waywards.

within that aforementioned correspondence, he'd gushed at how well the young girls were fairing. tetia with a smile that could rival even the brightest of stars, richeh's unshakable individualism. he'd expressed his initial surprise at how well agott was adjusting to coco now training alongside them.

(olruggio and alaira were secretly betting at how long it would take the arklaum daughter, but that was neither here nor there.)

as you perused the remainder of his extensive writings, you were quite surprised to discover the request at the conclusion of the page. qifrey expressed a desire for your presence, hoping you might impart some of your knowledge and experience to the four young ladies, thereby expanding their perspectives of the magical world.

this must have been a jest of some sort. the reason why qifrey sought your assistance, despite your perception that your colleagues' talents surpassed your own, remained unclear. as did the motive behind his gifts that frequented your desk.

indulging him is how you found yourself here—thoroughly looking over coco's attempt to draw a sigil meant for her own sylph shoes and attempt to keep up with tetia's never-ending chit chat.

"your lines need some work in regards to the curves surrounding the centered 's'," you softly inform coco, pointing to them with a finger.

"got it," coco mumbled. she quickly tossed the paper she was holding and jumped up from her seat, rushing out of the kitchen towards her study, probably to grab more supplies since she was almost out. "i'll be right back!"

seeing her curious and willing to learn from her mistakes instead of being bummed out made you smile. that, in your opinion, was the real magic—enthusiasm.

tetia giggled and leaned back in her chair, which was next to yours, as she twirled one of her pink pigtails on top of her head. "you are such a good teacher, miss! it is no wonder master talks so highly of you."

richeh, with a mouth full of sweets she had acquired in kalhn, nods. "his cheeks flush feverishly while doing so", she says. "even if he believes no one is observing," she quietly adds, dabbing away a smudge of chocolate from the corner of her mouth with a cloth.

you immediately feel a sense of confusion. could a witch have used forbidden magic on you and qifrey, causing him to feel unwell each time he spoke your name? has a curse been placed upon your name?

there was no opportunity to contemplate such a possibility, as coco re-entered the kitchen with an armful of documents, accompanied by an elated qifrey and a deadpan agott.

"my sincerest apologies for my delayed arrival, ladies," qifrey stated. he gently rested a hand upon agott's head and offered a soft smile. "my lesson with agott extended longer than anticipated, but i believe neither of us found that to be an issue, did we?"

you suppressed your amusement as an expression of irritation appeared on the arklaum girl's face. she gently removed qifrey's hand and cleared her throat, attempting to feign neutrality.

"education is a valuable tool," agott reasoned, approaching the table to take a seat. "it would be foolish of me to depart from an insightful conversation."

the three other young apprentices were overcome with laughter, their joyful sounds echoing through the air and proving to be quite contagious. you relished in the blissful atmosphere.

a minute or two after their boisterousness subsided, you kindly assisted tetia in clearing the table, returning it to a pristine state once more, before placing small stacks of fresh paper in front of each girl. "let us practice sigils that are slightly more complex, shall we?"

leaning against the surface of a nearby counter, qifrey couldn't help but silently marvel at the scene before him. he watched you carefully, tilting his head just a fraction as you carefully began demonstrating how to draw a rather complicated spell.

he always tended to fixate upon these smaller details about you, for how could he not? from the way a piece of your hair fell in front of your eyes as you leaned over to inspect richeh's work, to the way you tapped your foot against the kitchen's covble floor. everything about you captured his attention.

but what really made his heart thump wildly that evening within the confines of his chest, beneath the cloak draping his shoulders, was seeing how you interacted with his apprentices.

your voice, a soft murmur, praised coco's precise lines, and you offered gentle criticism regarding richeh's incomplete circle—a sound he would endeavor to hear daily from that point forward.

you always wrote how you'd never take on any of your own, explicitly stating how your area of expertise would never offer much for their impressionable minds, or how your patience level was quite temperamental most days.

but oh, how strongly he disagreed with that sentiment right in this very moment. you charmed him furiously, and tormented him in detail.

at last, you feel eyes on you, so you look up from your paper and see qifrey's assessing gaze. a look of surprise dawn's across his face—he hadn’t anticipated being caught. you raise a curious brow and inquire, "is there ink on my face?"

qirey blinks, scared he misheard you for a second. but when he saw how serious you were, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. "not at all," he responds, waving your question off. "i'm merely observing. please, do carry on."

you casually dismiss the matter and continue with your impromptu instruction, once again unaware of his persistent observation.

the day your naivete finally waned would, in qifrey's humble opinion, be one of a great reckoning, for if you were to ever look at him in such a manner, he was sure he'd never recover.

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Your friends were the ones who dragged you to that Host Club, you didn't want to go at all. You have better things to do than sitting on a couch with random kids from your class to drink tea and talk. But they're so handsome! Your friends insisted on that and yes, objectively, they are pretty boys. But you can't see the appeal on them, you never did.

That was a problem for some time of your life, thinking there's something wrong with you because you don't like men, in your mind, you were going to spend all of your alone, and that would be a terrible outcome for simply not liking boys. At the same time, you loved being around girls, brushing their hair and doing your make up together, cuddling in sleepovers were your favorite activities to do.

It took you two whole years to realize that you were a lesbian.

You haven't really told anyone yet, not because you are ashamed, but because you don't feel ready. Maybe you are a little scared of your friends judging you and being weirded out by you.

You were standing in front of the mirror when Enjin wandered into the room, towel slung around his shoulders. At first he wasn’t really paying attention. Just talking about something stupid that happened during a mission.

Then his voice stopped. So did your heart. You weren’t at the point in your relationship to see each other naked. So… you immediately crossed your arms over your stomach.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Look.”

That only made him look harder. Your face heated. The pale stretch marks along your hips and stomach suddenly felt ten times more obvious under his stare.

For a second Enjin said nothing and that made it worse.

You were already preparing yourself for awkward reassurance when he suddenly barked out a laugh.

“Damn,” he whistled. “Didn’t know I was dating a fuckin’ tiger.”

“What?”

He pointed dramatically at your side. “Look at these battle scars.”

“Those are stretchmarks.”

“Exactly.” he stepped closer, squinting at them like he was examining something fascinating. Then, because he was Enjin, he growled, “Rawr.”

You stared. He shrugged smiling. The silence lasted all of three seconds before you smacked his shoulder.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Yea, but I’m your idiot.”

Before you could roll your eyes again Enjin dropped to one knee.

“Enjin—”

He ignored you completely. Instead he pressed a gentle kiss against one of the marks on your hip. Then another and another and another. He couldn’t understand why you were trying to hide something he thought was beautiful. You felt your throat tighten.

“They’re ugly,” you whispered.

His head snapped up immediately. “Who told you that?”

“No one.”

“Bullshit.” Enjin sighed and rested his forehead against your side. “Baby, I spend every day surrounded by garbage.”

That got your attention. He tapped one of the stretch marks and then needed to kiss it again.

“This ain’t garbage.” another kiss. “This either.” he wrapped his arms around your waist then and squeezed. “These are just parts of you.”

Kiss.

“And I like you.”

Kiss.

“Nope, love you.”

Kiss.

“So naturally I love those too.”

You felt your eyes sting a little and your bottom lip wobbled.

“Oh, don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“The emotional thing.”

“You started it!”

“I was making tiger jokes five minutes ago.” that had you giggling and your man smiled all big. “There she is.”

And, because he was physically incapable of ending a sweet moment normally, he buried his face against your stomach and growled again. “Raaawr.”

“Enjin.”

“Sorry.”

Kiss.

“Rawr?” 🐯🩷

You've been all over her all evening, she was meant to be working but you had your ass in her lap and your tits pressed to her face. Qifrey can't lie with that, she's an easy woman and with a beautiful girlfriend like you, how can she retain herself from your beauty? She forces herself to do it because she really needs to finish this papers today, she's been delaying them because you kept pulling her to bed, your needy ass begging her to take you in all possible positions like you're an animal in heat.

But now, as sad as it makes her, she has to deny her girlfriend from attention for just a while. And you are not having it.

In your shared room, when she's in her desk writing, you are sprawled on the bed with just some cute panties and bra, bending over and arching your back just how Qifrey likes it. You tease your clit over your panties, rocking your hips into your hand and letting out the tiniest whimpers. You keep doing it, side-eyeing Qifrey who's acting like you don't exist at all, too focused in her work.

You get rid of your bra, now laying your back in the pillows and opening your legs as wide as possible, trying to get Qifrey to look at the wetness spreading in your panties. Once again, nothing, just the sound of Qifrey's pen against paper.

Seeing Spirit and Stein together is always hilarious to you, you might feel a little dirty but knowing that you're fucking both of them without them having any idea. It's thrilling! They're best friends, at least that's what Spirit tells you when he talks about Stein. Stein doesn't talk that much about Spirit when you're with him, he usually has his mouth full with your pussy.

Both of them fuck in different ways.

Stein takes his time, making you beg and edges you until there's tears in your eyes. He has a big and veiny cock, that's cold every time he presses it in your pussy. He always pushes in slow after prepping you good, you're not getting his cock in your walls before cumming in his tongue at least twice.

Spirit is more eager, and he lets you dominate him from time to time. He's a mess when you touch his sensitive cock. It's longer than Stein's but not as thick, and he has a cute bright red happy trail and a trimmed pubis. He prefers fingering you than eating you out, your clit is his favorite part to play with and abuse, making sure is red and puffy. Unlike Stein, he doesn't let himself cum inside of you.

And somehow, you ended up all together after a long day at work, with legs sores and eyes tired in your apartment. With two blunts being shared between the three of you, saliva mixing, eyes reddening and mouth spilling more words than it should.

They both look unfairly hot next to each other. Spirit has his hair tucked between his ears and Stein has lost his glasses half an hour ago. You want to squish their faces together and kiss them very hard.

You laugh when you imagine that. Kissing them there, at the same time, in front of each other. They'd be angry at you! You can't risk the two best cocks you've ever had just to have them at the same time. Or maybe you can?

"Do you know I'm fucking you both?" you say all of a sudden.

You're in the middle of them, Spirit lifts his head from the back of the couch while Stein barely reacts.

"Are you?" Spirit asks, blinking slowly like he isn't processing the words. You nod and he turns to Stein. "Is she?"

"I think she is," Stein adds, nodding as well.

Spirit smiles, dropping his head back in the couch. "Damn." Is all that he can think to say at that moment. He pokes your side and you squirm, giggling louder because everything feels funny right now. "You're a filthy woman."

Stein blinks a couple times, calm even if his cheeks are flushed pink. "That explains some things," he mutters, sounding a little lost. He reaches over and traces your cheek and jaw, wanting to cling to you.

You can help but to giggle harder, your shoulders shakes while you actively try to hide your laughter. Spirit and Stein look at each other before looking at you. "Why aren't you hah mad?" you say between laughs.

Stein shrugs, his face dropping to your shoulder and handing you the blunt. "We share a lot of things."

"That's true," Spirit adds, also wanting to cling to you, but he settles with drawing patterns in your back with his hand. "We could share you too, if you want."

You nod fast, a smile forming in your face. "Fuck yes, please. Share me. Right now." The words come out all breathy and excited, the high making everything feel warm and bubbly inside your chest.

You grab Stein's from the hair to make him lift his head and crash your lips all together with Spirit. It's messy, too messy. All tongues and teeth bumping, Spirit laughs right into your mouth while Stein kisses you slower, he's trying to figure out the new rhythm. Saliva mixes, noses squish and you keep giggling between breaths because it feels so ridiculous and hot at the same time.

When you finally separate from the kiss, both of them are blushed and oh! definitely hard.

"Are you going to take me to bed or what?" you say, lifting your arms for them to carry you.

"It's your apartment, darling," Stein reminds you.

"Fuck, yes, come with me." You grab both of their hands, guiding them towards your room.

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