Druid: we are not a threat, we just worship the goddess of love.
Arthur: pardon?
Druid: the goddess of love!! We pray and bring sacrifices - nothing grand, just wine and food that we get to eat after the sacrament because our goddess would never want us to starve or thirst - and if we're lucky they'll make our love come true.
Arthur: interesting.
.... Later....
Voice: Emrys, EMRYS!!!!
Merlin: *wakes* what?
Voice: hey, little Brother. Just checking in. I have a certain Arthur Pendragon praying to me at my altar. He's... I dunno if praying is the right word. Begging, maybe? Bribing, perhaps.
Merlin: who are you?
Voice: hi. Goddess of love here. I think your little prince is calling up the wrong line. Your altar is further north.
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cw: 18+ mdni. gn! reader; no pronouns used for reader. sexting and nut vids! yay! endo is slutty (affectionate). he calls reader baby once or twice. hints of pining if you squint. unedited. wc: 1.2k (lol)
Something about today has been so peaceful, and you canât exactly put your finger on what it is. All you know is you feel content. Productive. Unbothered.Â
Ding.
Unknowing of what is to come, you flip your phone over to read the notification and nearly jump out of your skin.
From: Yamato Endo
I just came so much thinking of you.
You canât help the annoyed roll of your eyes or the long disdainful exhalation of breath. It all makes sense now; Endoâs been quiet all day. Until now. And of course, in typical Endo fashion, this is how he chooses to break his silence. You hate the way the corner of your mouth twitches upwards, and your fingers betray you.Â
To: Yamato Endo
Proof?
You slide your phone across the kitchen counter, hoping to leave the room before you hear another ding, but it rings in your ears before youâve even had a chance to fully stand up. Thereâs another load of laundry waiting to be folded that you could take care of before you touch your phone again. Or even a hot shower calling your name to be the solidification of a relaxing day. But your body turns against your will, fingertips reaching out for your phone as they often do, to your dismay.
From: Yamato Endo
[1 image attached]:
âŠItâs the most heinous shit youâve seen in your life.
He wasnât joking. Endoâs half-hard cock sits wet and glistening on his stomach, surrounded by a moat of milky, translucent cum. Clearly, heâd gone multiple rounds in multiple positions, made evident by the way his cum is streaked on nearly every visible part of his skin.Â
There are drops of it still beaded onto the sheets below him where itâs dripped from his abdomen. His slender tattooed fingers are drenched, loosely wrapped around the base. His pubes are tousled and shiny, speckled in creamy dewdrops of cum. It even breaks up the lines of his inked skin, ropes laid over his pecs and splattered onto infinity. The last straw is the drop sandwiched between the tip of his tongue and bottom lip, complimented by an open mouthed smirk thatâs all too familiar to you.
You contemplate blocking him. But your thumbs trail down to the keypad.Â
To: Yamato Endo
What a waste.Â
You wait for what feels like forever for those three little dots to pop up, but they never come. You figure itâs actually not such a bad thing that he isnât touching his phone with soiled fingers, and walk away with a heat in your core thatâs hard to ignore.Â
Itâs not easy to shake the thoughts of him away while you change into your loungewearâ imagining the rough feel of his hands around your waist when you lift your shirt over your head. Or the squeeze of his palms into the meat of your thighs as your bottoms drop to the floor.
A distant ding from the other room pumps your heart up a pace, but your brain fights your bodyâ resisting the urge to drop everything for a glance at your phone. Slowly slipping into something more comfortable, you attempt to ease yourself back into the peaceful mindset your day started with.Â
It all crumbles when you see his name again.Â
From: Yamato Endo
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Your face burns the second you press play. Yamato is panting softly out of the frame, two tattooed fingers slowly scooping cum from his skin and letting out a soft keen as he smears it onto his cock. Your throat goes dry as you watch him pump himself, hips bucking from what youâre sure is overstimulation. Heat floods you at the low tone of his voice, âA waste, huh? You jealous, baby? Want my cum inside you?â A chuckle gets caught in his throat, groaning as his hand tightens, âYeah. Yeah, I know. Bet youâreâ nghh, fuck. C-clenching âround nothinââ
You take a sharp inhale, cutting his voice off with a click of the side button on your phone. You were barely halfway through the video and heâs already coursing through your veins. A few minutes with your head in your hands in complete silence is all you can muster. You hate that heâs right.
Breathe in, breathe out. Your heartbeat slows, your temperature regulates. It all gets thrown out the window a second later.
Ding. Ding. Ding.Â
From: Yamato Endo
Cat got your tongue?
Youâre so cute, baby.
Really not helping my case here.Â
Oh yeah, your read receipts are on. You groan, throwing your head down onto your arms. Heâd find it cute that you feel the need to avert your gaze when he isnât even there to look at you. Peeking up at your phone, slowly you scroll back up to press play again.Â
ââGod, wish I could feel itâ you. You always feel so fuckinâ good,â he breathes, strained and deep in his throat. The veins in his hands are prominent with how hard heâs gripping himself, the steady shlick making your brain go fuzzy. âGood enough thatâ haah, shitâ once is enough. B-but without you,â he chuckles, âc-canât stop, âs not enough. Need youâŠâ Endoâs voice pitches into a whimper as he strokes faster, desperately, bucking his hips into his hand. The video shakes around a bit as he moves to end it, giving you a second long, blurry view of his fucked out expression and messy black locks spread out on his pillow.
The room is silent when the video ends. For a few seconds, actually. The realization that he never shuts up even when heâs alone should be infuriating, but thereâs a puddle of arousal in the seat youâre in. You play the same game you always do, despite the desperation creeping up your throat.
To: Yamato EndoÂ
Doesnât look like you need much help.Â
You bite your lip when you press sendâ you wish he didnât see through you. Heâs not even around and you can sense the amusement exuding off him. You flick your eyes over to your keys dangling on the hook by the entryway, spine already threatening to fold.
From: Yamato Endo
[1 image attached]:
Aw, not even gonna offer to clean me up? So mean to me.
Sigh.Â
Cum coats Endoâs long fingers, milky white jewelry draped across the inked skin. His hand lays on top of his chest where a thin sheen of sweat glistens, sandwiched between muscle. The angry pink around his hardened nipples is another not-so-subtle suggestion that certainly wasnât included in the frame on accident, knowing him.
You donât even realize how long you stare at the photo before youâre rudely interrupted by a call. Itâs him, of course, infuriatingly handsome features invading the entirety of your screen. For someone you refer to as just a hookup, youâve set quite a romantic contact image. The rim of his cheekbone is lit by the evening sun; youâd been out on the beach doing things hookups donât usually do. His intense eyes are cast to you from the side, complimented by an uncharacteristically warm smile. You make a mental note to change the photo later, and take a deep breath before you accept the call.
âHeyââ
Heâs got no time for niceties, clearly, âWhatâs it gonna take to get you over here, huh? A ride and a meal? Can get you anything you want, just say the word.â Heâs out of breath, but his tone is still laced with something smug.
You pretend to consider. âHmâŠIâll bite, maybe.â
He speaks through a smile. âGod, I hope you do.â