currently phainonpilled

(also qifrey isn't actually mad he's either just preoccupied with smth else or is deciding to be more of a little shit than usual)

-@/veiled-starlight

in reality, they're not nearly as unhealthy as he is. they're just a victim to ollys brutish pounding every night leaving them confined to his bed until their legs can work again

-@/veiled-starlight

you knew he was gentle by default, a witch who built his entire existence around caretaking his apprentices. perceiving his magnitude as a teacher, you’d fully expected him to brush your hair out of your eyes, kiss your forehead, and pour you a cup of water when it was over.

but instead, he just completely slumped against you, dead weight against your chest, dozing out the exact second he finished without a single word of aftercare or praise.

possessing a kind nature and an otherwise gentle disposition, it was plain that his dedication to the task would be absolute. he’d been so incredibly turned on by the mere sight of your bare body that it became impossible to hide the desperation he had kept locked away for years—in the deepest, coldest part of his heart. his pale, ink-stained hands were trembling as he parted your thighs, one arm locked firmly around your lower back while his hips rutted into you in a hasty, poorly coordinated rhythm that had you scrambling to clutch onto the mattress.

"l-love, am i doing it correct?" he’d pointed out, face buried firmly into the crook of your neck, his lips caressing your skin in messy smooches each time he slammed his pelvis against yours. his cock was throbbing inside, growing impossibly thicker as if it wasn't already big enough. “i-i never imagined it would feel like this...”

it was, to put it simply, violent when his apex hit. his spine arched, muscles locking into rigid stone as he came inside you. the force of it made him choke on the last breath he had, eyes rolling back in his skull with pure bliss. surge after surge of puffy liquid filled your womb until he was shooting blanks. yet, even then, his body still refused to soften, choosing instead to pour everything inside until you were full to the brim.

and then, nothing. just the heavy drop of his body flattening you into the mattress.

well—initially, you thought he was just worn out after everything that happened after hearing him letting out those flimsy huffs and puffs against your collarbone. but as the seconds ticked by, his limbs remained lax, lacking the usual soft twitch of someone drifting into a normal sleep. you tried to shift your hips beneath him, the ridiculously over-the-top-amount hotness of his overindulgence trickling down between your thighs.

and qifrey didn't groan or try to pull you closer like you expected him to do. instead, his hands were still sprawled awkwardly on the sheets, those long, slender fingers you adored staying fully unresponsive, no matter what. you suspected he might have pushed his own limits a little too far, his body overexerting itself just to empty himself into your womb.

“qifrey?” you whispered, placing a hand on his lean back, waiting for that familiar, reassuring hum. but for whatever reason, it didn't come. you pushed yourself up on one weak elbow, using your other hand to gently cup his jaw, tilting his face away from your neck. his blue eyes were half-lidded but empty, staring right through you without a single flicker of recognition. when you experimentally lifted his hand, his wrist stayed completely limp, dropping straight back like a broken doll's the moment you let go. he was just a vacant shell pinned on top of you, oblivious to the world around him.

awareness hit you, as you realized he hadn't just fallen asleep. as a consequence of the intensity of his arousal, he actually—

"oh my gosh, qifrey?! did you just faint?"