#third years x fem!reader : you could only put off their confessions for so long. expecting an answer, all of the men who had confessed approach you, only for it to end up as a free for all competition to see who really is the most compatible to be in a relationship with you. (ignore header, not repost)
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it felt like ages since everything had started, yet it had been less than a year since your first appearance in twisted wonderland. a world so different from your own, and despite everything you’ve been through, this may of been your hardest challenge. not because you were facing yet another overblot, nor because you were being put in a deathly situation. no, rather this was one that was the hardest because of the fact that you were sure you’d be able to survive the touches of eight very different and equally powerful men all at once. it may actually of been easier to take them in a physical fight, yet the words that slipped past your lips were contrary to your negative thoughts, encouraged by the warm fluttering of your cunt. “I’d be willing to try.”
you wished you could of covered your whole being as all their eyes were fixated on you. you had gotten confessions from each of them individually and had put it off, but they wanted their answer already. there was only so long you could ignore it. they weren’t stupid, they knew that each one of the others had likely done the same—confessed. it was a coincidence they all ended up at ramshackle at the same time, or so it seemed, but at some point the arguments between them ended up nearly breaking a hole through the wall as it felt like thunder was beginning to storm in the distance. you had tried to deescalate things, yet it soon evolved from unproductive insults directed towards one another to you being the centerpiece, a proposal of just finding out right now who really would be the best fit for you.
you thought maybe they’d take you on a date each, yet you knew deep down from their lustful expressions it would never be that innocent. the moment you responded, you signed off on this death wish and embraced what would unfold. if you didn’t want to make a decision before, you’d finally be able to do one after this, all of you reasoned. sexual compatibility was a part of a relationship, and each of the men were determined to be the one that convinced you to choose them. even the normally peaceful ones like trey and cater were motivated, and the ever shut-in idia had his competitive streak mode on, it was really going to happen. “just do me a favor and be gentle… i’ve never had this many people at once.” you request, casting your gaze to the floor as embarrassment eats you alive. you couldn’t see it, but there were a few wide eyes or surprised smiles that the men gave. they were originally going to do it individually, one after the other, but if you were suggesting a free for all, that’s how they liked it. this was night raven college, a fight like this was something everyone took seriously, especially with the prize being something each of them were so individually interested in.
you had expected them to have some sort of order to it, yet you should of known better as leona makes the first move in waltzing up to you, flicking his tail as he pulls off your shirt from behind you. your nipples harden at the feeling of the cold air hitting them, leona’s fingers giving them a tweeze as one of your eyes squeezes shut, letting out a moan followed by fingers pushing into your mouth. he had a smug grin, being the one who made the first move and attempt at claiming you as his own, palming at your breasts as his erection rubbed against your ass. “leona!” your muffle cries don’t go unheard, the other men feeling their jealousy begin to claw at them as they too, join in the fray. you feel leona’s fingers disappear from your mouth as they’re yanked by vil, his own cock pressing into your side as he tilts your head to his direction, giving you a firm and heated kiss.
his tongue pushes in and prods about, distracting you from what the other men are doing, attention focused solely on him as he deepens it. he tasted sweet, his gloss staining your own lips as he pulls away, leaving you in a blurry daze to recover before your attention is pulled into another direction, this time by malleus. he was not one to lose, his own jealousy clearly taking control as the thundering storms grew louder in the background, your wet panties discarded somewhere as he pushes leona aside, the two going elbow to elbow in an attempt to fight over touching your body. malleus presses a kiss to your lips, as though attempting to rid you of vil’s taste entirely. his fingers rub at your breasts while his nails occasionally scratch leona’s hands, but never directly your flesh. “mmng..!” you moan into his mouth with pleasure, feeling hot breath fanning at your cunt as a tongue laps at it. your hands subconsciously reach down, grabbing the hair of the other fae knelt between your legs, his cold fingers spreading your thighs apart for him.
your mind buzzes, delirious with the pleasure as your eyes momentarily meet rook’s, his hand stroking his cock with his boxers pulled down, his girthy dick leaking with pre as he watches, a flushed expression on his face as he marvels at the beauty unfolding. you don’t have time to call out or do anything with him, though, not when your hands are guided to cater’s aching cock and your lips wrap around trey’s. despite the two being the oh responsible and mature third years of heartslabyul, they were far from innocent and not the type to just sit back and stay docile in this scenario. instead they seem to have teamed up, keeping you focused on them as you began stroking cater, his precum acting as a lubricant as you begin stroking at his shaft, feeling his tip press against your chest, dirtying it all the while trey completely fills your mouth, his thick cock making your cheeks bulge slightly from the size.
you don’t even see as idia pockets away your discarded panties, giving them a smell before shoving them into his jacket, making sure it was safe and secure for a later use. your pussy clenches as your legs squirm and squeeze around lilia’s head, his tongue delving deeper into you as you moan, trey’s dick hitting the back of your throat as you try your best to take it, hands never once stopping their movements as one of them is pulled away and directed towards another, rook’s, now ending up with you double fisting both cocks in one hand each. your breasts are covered in marks from being groped and tweezed, malleus’ mouth latched onto one of your nipples, suckling on it like it was his last meal, making your eyes roll.
leona’s teeth sink between the crevice of your neck, leaving bright hickeys in its wake before he pauses for a moment to spit on his fingers. his fingers trail downward, prodding at your ass causing your eyes to go wide at the feeling, unsure if your ass was prepared for the invasion as he pushes in, pumping them in and out, not at all matching lilia’s rhythm. his fingers are rough and calloused unlike lilia’s smooth tongue, roughly stretching your ass to prepare for him as you feel yourself choking against trey’s cock, overwhelmed by pleasure. you knew at the start you probably wouldn’t survive, but it hadn’t even really begun yet. you technically only had one cock in you so far, and you started this all out fight so you knew it would be awhile.
“cum.. gonna cu…!” you slur on trey’s cock as the full treatment was sending you over the edge. lilia’s tongue was so deep, your body spasming while your strength completely leaves you, the men supporting your entire weight as you cum and squirt all over lilia’s face, the stimulation hitting you hard. he doesn’t stop, instead eating you clean out, not letting a single drop go to waste. your body shudders as trey let you have a minute to breathe and catch yourself before guiding you back to his cock, the pulsating and twitching giving you a sign that he was close. you speed up your rubbing and stroking, intent on making all three men cum together at once, squeezing your eyes shut as you aim their dicks at your face, taking trey as deep down as you can as he bursts, his cum stuffing your cheeks and spewing down the back of your throat, pumping the cocks in your hand as hot ropes of cum coat your face from both rook and cater.
your throat felt sore as you swallowed it all, sticking out your tongue as he pulled out, a string of saliva connecting you to his cock. it was hard to see your expression as cum covered your face, by your own volition, but you were in ecstasy. you feel your body positioned, between vil and leona as they both take a place at your prepped holes, your nails digging into idia’s hands as he holds yours, guiding your head down to his leaking tip. it looked to be covered in cum already, his fingers trembling as his signature grin widens, his delight growing as he watches you get stuffed at both ends. leona’s slick cock pushed into your ass, stretching it in a way you’d never felt, wanting to squeeze at and claw at him with every fiber you had, but you couldn’t even focus as vil’s equally intimidating dick pushed into your sopping cunt, slipping deeper and deeper until you were squeezing him hard. leona’s cock in your ass was already making you clench, but you weren’t sure if you could relax.
“aagh.. more!” yet again you betray yourself, pleading for more. their cocks were hitting such sweet spots inside of you, making you drool and whimper as idia’s cock kisses your lips, encouraging you to lick and suck on it, your fingers going to clasp around his slender hips yet found themselves wrapped around malleus’ cocks, the top and bottom one, encouraging you to give him a handjob as well. Idia’s and malleus’ hands both press against your head on opposite sides as leona gives you ass a smack to remind you of just where he was, and how he was stretching your ass so wonderfully full as he pulls out and all the way in, causing you to choke down on idia’s cock. thankfully, idia isn’t that large that you’re full on crying and gagging, but you still feel a few tears form at the corner of your eyes as you’re fucked into his cock. vil wasn’t one to let leona, or anyone, steal his spotlight though. his cock pulled all the way out and thrusted all the way into you, causing you to moan and squeal as both men begin pounding you in their own way.
vil was not too fast, taking his time, but there was a type of strength behind each of his thrusts. you never once forgot that he was a tall and strong man, and this moreso solidified that. his makeup was slightly smudged, only slightly as he grunted under his breath while his fingers massaged circles around your hips. leona was the opposite, rough and fast as he reached deep into your ass and gave you an out of body experience—like you were seeing stars swirling above head. he was hitting so deep inside of you and making you feel like mush, both the men snarkily commenting about each others’ performance as you continue to pump malleus’ cocks, your tired arms squeezing and pumping with all you got as cum dripped from your stained cheeks onto the floor, idia’s cock buried in your sore throat.
Idia was nowhere near lasting as trey was, stammering and blabbering about how sexy this was as his cum filled your mouth with a sweet taste, presumably from his bad diet. his hair was bright pink as he pulled out with a pop, your tongue licking at and cleaning what you could at his softening length, watching him return to shirking back down after the rush of adrenaline dwindled. he seemed to be reaching into the pocket of his jacket as lilia took his place, yet you weren’t going to back down, opening your mouth to welcome the next cock. he was surprisingly bigger than idia, despite the ignihyde dorm leader being one of the taller people there, but you could never judge a book by its cover, especially with lilia’s earlier technique.
as you bob on lilia, malleus cocks grow harder and only seem to get bigger the more you stroke at him. you knew he was a dragon fae but this shouldn’t be something that existed within the realm of possibilities. both were huge and littered in scales, his cum splashing against your chest every so often as you rubbed them faster, telling yourself that you’d never get this chance again so no way you were backing down just like that. not when the pleasure was at an all time high, leona’s teeth biting into you as his cum finally shoots and fills up your ass, leaving an imprint of his hand on your reddened ass as vil comes up your used cunt as well, finally allowing himself to now that leona had. his cum was hot and slightly watery, bits trickling down your wobbly thighs as they’re supported by another set of hands, trey and rook.
“merveilleux!” rook groaned, far more vocal than the other two from before as his flush cheeks press against your neck, planting his own kisses as he pumps his cock, guiding it to your cunt. from behind, trey had taken to support you, feeling your thighs for a long time as he slowly pushed his way into your ass. it didn’t hurt, in fact, you were desperate for friction by now. your hips buckle as you encourage the two men to fuck into you already. you were desperate for more, no longer scared of being broken, or of the outcome. whatever happens happens, and until the dam breaks you were going to enjoy it, lilia’s cock stuffing your mouth as you give malleus a few more strokes, pointing the cocks between your chest and face, having both areas stained with thick globs of his cum. his cocks were still hard as could be, yet lilia encouraged him to take a quick break, soon following after him as his cum fills your mouth, wiping your face off to clean you a little before giving you a break.
sandwiched between the vices, your ankles are hooked on rook’s shoulders as he drills his cock deeper into you than before, trey’s hands now obviously caressing and touching at the flesh of your dirtied thighs with delight as he rams into your ass, reminding you that he was more than a sweet upperclassman of his dorm. “fuck.. there, please ah!” you scream in pleasure as your nipples press against rook’s own chest, feeling him give them a pinch as his eyes squeeze shut, showing you the vulnerability of his heightened pleasure. words of praise sung from his lips as he encouraged both you and trey to all cum together, to let out your passion, and you do. you follow his instructions, your pussy clenching and body spasming as your next orgasm washes through you, eyes rolled all the way back as both men cum, filling your holes up, all the cum inside of you mixing together and you could swear you could feel every single bit of it every time you moved.
it isn’t long of a break you get, cater taking front and center in your poor pussy, with him taking a seat on the lounge sofa, placing you on top of him as he helps you ride his cock. he was sure you were tired of your previous position, so he’d be the one to help you out there and let you rest a little bit. it was like some kind of spell or enchantment was lifting you effortlessly up and down as you were sure cater wasn’t, his hands posing his phone as he smushed his cheek against you, your fucked out body on display. “smile for cay-cay, ‘kay?” he tells you, as you give him a fucked out blissful smile knowing that he would only use it as his own material and not do anything else.
idia soon returned with his cock hard again, laughing a little at the sight of you so overstimulated and cockdrunk, prodding at your ass as he made his way behind you. he wasn’t one to be counted out, and although he wasn’t the greatest with his magic he was with his creations, pulling out a small vibe and attaching it to your clit, to which cater whistled at. pushing his cock in, he easily slipped into your ass, so wet and stretched that he couldn’t help but coo in awe. he’d never expected he’d get such a chance, his teeth flashing as he hesitantly left a hickey on you, feeling as though there was no way he got this lucky. he didn’t even want to come today, he was just told through a text that he traced back to be cater that he’d really want to come to ramshackle today, or else he’d miss something huge involving you. he was just happy to be included in this plan, sure that you were unaware of what cater and all the other men had planned as you were bouncing on the diamond card soldier’s hard dick.
“mm.. hah!” you were a panting mess, the vibrator sending waves of pleasure through your clit as you squirmed and clenched, body thrusting itself onto cater’s wet cock so eagerly, tongue lolled out as he gives you a kiss, telling you that you were doing a good job. it was like a blur as the vibrator’s sensations got even more powerful, a scream erupting from you as your orgasm comes out, exhausted body collapsing as the spell wears off, your body refusing to move anymore even with its assist. seeing your beautiful expression, cater bit his lip, cum coming out quicker than he hoped as idia followed suit, pulling the vibrator off of you. he would of love to seen you keep it on, but this toy was covered in your cum and he was going to keep it for himself, no way would he let anyone else have it, along with that underwear of yours’ from earlier. he just had to get some merch to go with the live concert, after all.
although you were spent, there were two more men who had patiently waited. after all, to them something like that was barely anything in the grand scheme of life. “khehehe, look at you, you look ready to fall asleep.” lilia laughed as he helps shift you to be on his lap, his hard cock pushing against your ass. it was the last stretch, and you were determined to cross that finish line as you spread your legs, encouraging malleus to come closer. you weren’t sure he would fit even with all that prep, but lilia assured you that he would. the audience were fixated, wondering if you really would survive.
it was lucky that lilia said fae had a special spell for sex, since there have been a few humans who couldn’t handle fae before. you didn’t want to know how they perfected it, yet you were thankful as the stretching spell helped reduce the pain as malleus pushed not one, but two of his cocks into your pussy at once. you’ve had countless dicks this evening, but this took the cake. three fae cocks in you at once, saliva trickling down as you were clearly fucked out in bliss, no longer able to even think. your toes curled as your breath hitched, the dragon cocks filling you to new heights, the biggest one of the day. they were extremely girthy, pulsing and throbbing with need as malleus begun pounding into you with lilia following from behind, thrusting up into you and holding you with ease, as expected of the fae. the two held you in a daze, babbling nonsense as the cocks hit your sweet spots repeatedly.
malleus licked and kissed at your body, playing with your breasts and giving you affection as he praised you for taking him. lilia was a bit rougher, playfully leaving marks on you as he bit and sucked your nipples, the squelching and smacking of skin on skin echoing throughout the room. you had done well to survive so long, you told yourself. you no longer had that senseless pride, you were done, releasing your voice and moaning loud and hard. you were fucked into bliss, and you didn’t care anymore about even bothering to cross that finish line with a pep in your step. you were barely crawling there now, not even able to move as you let the two men fuck you stupid.
it feels like hours go by, not one or two, but three orgasms ripping through you by the time both malleus and lilia have cum once, their rhythms never falling out of sync, and never once hesitating. malleus’ cocks, true to their sight, ended up filling you with so much cum that it was leaking and leaking out, with no way to actually stop. lilia’s cum filled your ass and dripped out, your body too worn out and covered in cum to even hold any more. your entire body as limp as you made it, eyes fluttering shut as your breathing labors, completely forgetting why the men had even done this in the first place.
“uhm perfect, you awake?” cater asks as you fall into sleep, the men looking at once another before looking at you. you still hadn’t decided yet who was the one you’d choose as your partner, the men arguing amongst themselves over who had pleasured you best. well, if you still couldn’t decide upon waking up, there would just have to be another free for all.
tagging: @masquerade-of-misery @hanafubukki @blessingofthestars. we’re finally done. that’s wonderful, i’m going to have a huge nap. unless… well it is november next month after all. and we all did vote that we have new characters to add on, too. let’s just hope this november is a few months or years long.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Cookie Run (Video Game), Cookie Run: Kingdom, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Pure Vanilla Cookie (Cookie Run)/You, Hollyberry Cookie (Cookie Run)/You, White Lily Cookie | Saint Lily Cookie/You, Elder Faerie Cookie (Cookie Run)/You, Dark Cacao Cookie (Cookie Run)/You, Golden Cheese Cookie (Cookie Run)/You, Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run)/You, Mystic Flour Cookie (Cookie Run)/You, Burning Spice Cookie (Cookie Run)/You, Eternal Sugar Cookie (Cookie Run)/You, GingerBrave | Brave Cookie & Strawberry Cookie & Wizard Cookie, Chili Pepper & Custard Cookie III & GingerBrave | Brave Cookie & Strawberry & Wizard, GingerBrave | Brave Cookie & Strawberry Cookie & Wizard Cookie & You, Ancient Cookies/Reader, Beast Cookies/Reader, Silent Salt Cookie (Cookie Run)/You, Elder Faerie Cookie/Silent Salt Cookie (Cookie Run), Eternal Sugar Cookie/Hollyberry Cookie (Cookie Run)
Characters: GingerBrave and Friends Ensemble (Cookie Run: Kingdom), Pure Vanilla Cookie (Cookie Run), Dark Cacao Cookie (Cookie Run), Hollyberry Cookie (Cookie Run), White Lily Cookie | Saint Lily Cookie, Elder Faerie Cookie (Cookie Run), Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run), Golden Cheese Cookie (Cookie Run), Burning Spice Cookie (Cookie Run), Mystic Flour Cookie (Cookie Run), Eternal Sugar Cookie (Cookie Run), Cookie Run: Kingdom NPCs, Hellgar | Houndoom, Jalorda | Serperior, Dekanuchan | Tinkaton, Lugarugan | Lycanroc, Reader, Eventide Fae (Reader), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon
Additional Tags: System, Yandere, Badass | BAMF Reader-Insert, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Swearing, Isekai and Transmigration, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Temporary Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Found Family, Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Reader-Insert Has a Name, No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert, Kinda. Some is used in the beginning but after that? All MC's name, She/Her and They/Them Pronouns for Reader-Insert, Reader-Insert Needs Therapy, They don't get any. They ARE the therapist, At least their Pokemon and system cares for them lmao; all they got going for them, System is a helpful entity that genuinely wants the best for reader. Considering some other fics I've seen... that's a damn miracle tbh, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Pokemon Fusion, Kinda. They're there bc of Reader.... eh whatever works, girliepop is TRAUMATIZED and is going to make it EVERYONE ELSE'S PROBLEM., Suggestive Themes, MC looking at the Brave Gang and asking "is anyone gonna adopt those kids?" And then promptly not waiting for an answer, Reader is literally inspired by Scarlet El Vandimion. She is a bad bitch who is totally down for murder and putting good ol belt to ass to idiots, got that 'fuck around and find out' mentality lmao, Please comment I need that shit for inspiration bc holy fuck does Writers Block suck ASS., Cookie Run Characters Are Ambiguously Cookies or Human, Cookie Run Characters Have Jam Instead of Blood, Beast Cookies Redemption (Cookie Run), Unhealthy Relationships
Summary:
Having once been a delinquent with a pretty fucked up attitude and past, one would imagine that they never grew out of that lifestyle, but (Y/n) wasn't like most. They might've been unable to go to college, but they worked with kids after leaving the thug life, and tried to soften their edges.
Didn't always work, but she tried.
They got her into new interests though, just as she shared their own because being a gamer wasn't a 'gender' thing, and just as she'd taught them to adore Pokemon, they taught her interest in Cookie Run; specifically Cookie Run: Kingdom, which she played for three years... till the diagnosis came that left them bedridden and weak.
In their final moments, they go to spend everything they've managed to save up throughout the years, only to fail and die too soon-
-then their soul gets picked up and THROWN into the world of CRK (or, at least, a version of it) with a fucking CHAOS GACHA SYSTEM OF ALL THINGS, and new body of a fae, designed based on the God that crafted them.
At least they're super powerful to survive this worl- huh?
WHAT'D YOU MEAN HER POWER IS SUMMONING FUCKING POKEMON AND THEIR OWN BRUTE STRENGTH?! THAT'S BULLSHIT!
testing the limits ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ a valentines special
genshin men in different s*x tropes || part one
ᡣ—𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅— neuvilette, dottore, zhongli
note !! MAJORITY of it was written gender neutral, except for dottore (afab!reader for his parts) , NSFW, m!receiving (zhongli), f!ngering (dottore), different plots for each character some are placed in genshin universe some are not! enjoy!
it was a simple contractual obligation. stay married for a year until you can make yourself powerful and known within noble society. meanwhile neuvilette could get all the forceful mothers and constant begging of other nobles off his trail, plus the divorce would make him undeemable in society. who would ever want a divorced man?
It was a simple marriage. straightforward goals for you both. you to place revenge on those who have deemed you wrong, all while he offers aid and assistance as a grand duke.
it was supposed to be a simple marriage, so why does he feel himself wanting more after your one and only kiss since your wedding?
it was supposed to be a contractual marriage, no love, no strings attached. so why do you see him in your dreams, embracing you in your chambers while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear until your waking up in sweat and soaked undergarments?
"forgive me for my insolence..." is what neuvilette mutters under his breath, patience wearing thin all while his hunger grows ever more. next thing you knew, the hand that once tugged him back from leaving your room is now being pulled in his direction. soft lips crashing against yours full of despair, consumed in the ardor he had impatiently held from within.
large hands encasing your waist, while his foot forces the door shut. he's consuming your very being, its feverent far from the softness and gentleness your servants squeal to you about. there's passion rather than the caution he had placed from your wedding day, it's like he was trying to remember every motion for it may fleet away once more.
"mmh- my lord-" your hands weak from sudden discourse finally pushes him away. breathless you're cut off,
"neuvilette." you look up at him in confusion. quesitoning him from what he had just told you.
"I-" his eyes furrow, face inching closer as a warning.
"n..neuvilette... I've never done this before.."
"it's alright darling, we'll go slow..."
...
"mm-! neuvilette! s'too fast!" his face is deep in your neck, nibbling against your skin placing another love bite. you've failed to count how many times his lips covered your body, failed to count how many hours have passed in the night.
it's restless, no sense of patience placed in his thrusts. the pain long gone and instead your drowning in pleasure, but the absolute pace your husband was going at was overstimulating you to the brim. he's chasing another high, you still shaking from your previous orgasm, yet you're about to feel yourself release once more.
"i''ve been dreading for this moment. hah- dreaming of you every godforsaken night- heavens... of you beneath me just like this..." he's groaning as his pace only increaes, you're clawing against his back mewling at him all while you tighten against him. it has him cursing the heavens, cursing the gods for having him wait so long to embrace you.
"you're close darling? hmm?" a kiss is placed on your cheek, urging you for one more high. his hand holding your face as he places his forehead against your own.
"you can do it.. just one more time..." he's kissing you with so much impatience, hips languidly moving against you, addicted to the very feeling you were giving him right this very moment. his thrusts fasten, signalling he was about to release one more time, you're holding him so tightly afraid he may run away.
but neuvillette was far from running away. no, he was gonna keep spending this very moment, remembering every place of your body. every blemish and curve, you were an art piece. his one and only.
and he was never planning to divorce you from the very start.
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ dottore || exes and messes
it's wrong. you know how defile he is. how much he mistreats you, how many lies and facades he's put up in front of you within the duraiton of your relationship.
kept you hidden in the dark from his secrets, his chaos and his insane thirst for knowledge. you couldn't believe him nor yourself for how clueless you were to his experimentations, his mania for information.
how you turned your back to his unfufilled promises of showing up, to the fake pleasantries that he'd be there on your most important achievements at the akedemiya. it's been years since your graduation, years since you finally put your foot down. so why are you here face to face with a sudden dread to cling onto him once more..?
why is it that you feel your heart flutter at more of the lies hes whispering behind your back as his hands trace you from the waist down, sending shivers down your spine.
the doctor having caught wind of you showing up within snezhnaya, he knew he had to get a hold of you one way or another. it was deplorable, how someone so dignified as him is sprawling his hands to take back the person who he believed did him wrong. all he believed that this chase collecting data would benefit you soon enough, as it did him. it just seems you never agreed to his terms.
"you say you hate me. how much you despise me. so why are you here at the doorstep of my labratory way past midnight..? hm? care to explain yourself dearest?" his gloved hands were crossed behind his back, his unique mask placed at the nearby lab bench. those fiery red eyes bore into you for the first time in years as he leaned down at your unreadable stature.
"you don't get to call me that.." is all you could really say in response, because even now you're now questioning as to why your feet have dragged you here.
"really? yet here you are surrendering to my touch. blushing every time your eyes meet mine. you haven't changed at all y/n." now one hand held you by the chin, forcing you to look back up at him. and there you both stood there, looking deep within each others eyes... long enough that you soon both crashed into one another.
next thing you knew you were being pushed against the metal counter while his cold lips melted into yours. the sound of glass viles shattering, the sound of papers fluttering as dottore was pushing everything out of his way from hindering you both. he's lifting you with so much ease, moving in ways like he's done this with you countless of times, when this is the first time in his life he's touching you so indecently.
large, scarred hands encase your face, gloves long gone just so he could feel the very warmth you emanated. he's longed for this, he's never felt so warm in his life, the chills of snezhnayas night now disippating. it's like he cannot get enough of you, he's high off the feeling of just feeling you against his lips.
"I need you zandik..." you moan, hands sprawling to rips off his annoying lab coat and the other layers of his clothes. meanwhile one hand is now trailing down your body feeling you all over.
"hah... really now? I thought you hated me dearest?" he teases, hand now pushing aside your panties feeling the pool of slick that has formed between your legs. your body never fails to deny him and it has him swelling in pride.
he doesn't waste time in pushing in two of his fingers, curling them within you letting you fall in ecstasy. you're consumed in lust and desperation for him and he's giving it all to you on a silver platter. his motions fasten before they stop, edging you from release.
"ah.. zandik please..."
"please what darling? you need to use your words" lips nibbling onto your neck as his fingers are sinking deeper into you. it's insane. this feeling is insane. he's insane.
"more.. i need more..." clawing into his shoulders, his pace increasing by the driven desire to see you absolutely fall by his hand. the sound of your slick along with your breathless mewls for release is like music to his ears.
his thumb presses against your most sensitive part, and your eyes are widening at the sudden surge of pleasure. hes moving in ways as if hes studying your very being in the midst of your high. you're tearing up at how insanely good it feels. it shouldn't feel this good, but here you are pulling him, begging him for more.
you were loving every breath shared with him, and he had no plans of letting you leave him ever again.
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ zhongli || his sweet secretary
zhongli is a boss with strict professionalism. he sticks to the rules, and expresses great mannerisms no matter how difficult a potential business partner or employee might be.
an employee is acting out of line? talking back? he'll simply respond calmly all while having you write up a letter of letting go that very employee. its his "nice" way of firing someone so distasteful.
his demeanor is welcoming yet also one with unspoken boundaries that should never be crossed, at least that's what it always seemed. he's always so gentle when speaking with you, whenever he was off to a meeting—seeing you in the specially built in the office he had just for you. his ever so special secretary—he spares glances your way with a smile that had your coworkers swooning, but one you responded with respect.
but under those gentle responses to his kind gestures was one where you wished you were the one by his side every night. guiltily you've touched yourself at the thought of zhongli dominating you as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. you yearned for him to hold you, wanted him to-
"y/n? did you order the perfume sets to give to our client?" you were currently in his office, laptop on the side of his desk as you sat across from him. he had welcomed you in to eat a lunch with him while you finalized the contracts with the new partners he had recently made business with. yet instead of typing down the requirements and agreements, you were dazing off at thought of zhongli instead.
"oh! uhm yes yes... sorry sir..." you turn pink as you're brought back to reality, hastily typing away the contract. however zhongli places a hand a top yours, stopping you from typing any further.
"if you are tired and need a break, feel free to y/n. there is no need to rush, I do not want my secretary to fall ill now.." he looks at you softly, as if there was 0 desire behind those very eyes. however zhonglis versions of taking a break, turned out to be a bit more twisted.
really, he had 0 intentions to do this at first, especially within his office at this very moment. yet the way you looked so ravishing, so alluring, you were like a treasure he couldn't refuse. Just quietly munching at the sandwich he brought for you to share, full of the ingredients he remembered you liked most. he was cracking beneath his facade.
"could you come closer here y/n?" you nodded, getting up and circling around his desk until you were in front of him. there he rose up before looking deeply into you.
"sir..?"
"may I?" is all he asks and you quietly nod.
it's been an hour since then and now your on your knees beneath him, his white tie loose, pants and belt unbuckled. his length is held within your hands, lips teasing his blushed tip.
you're taking him in so well, his one hand is gripping tightly against your hair guiding your mouth along his cock. the other brushing his hair back so he could relish the view in front of him.
its curved a slight and covered in your messy, half assed efforts of sucking his sheer length. your lips are puffy, eyes welling up from his forceful efforts as he chases for a release. he's pushing your head down, letting you take all of him in.
"oh archons.. you're taking me so well..." he's groaning, your motions are getting messier and needier. the lewd sounds of you sucking him off is echoing within his office. the vibrations of your moans is throwing him into a fucking world of disarray, and it isn't long till he's releasing all over you.
you're gripping against his thighs, feeling his cock pulsate in your mouth as you finally break free from his hold. his cum and your saliva string along from your mouth, those golden eyes look down at you with absolute desire at the sight.
"come here sweetheart", he pulls you up wiping your face with a nearby napkin. you on his lap, feeling him growing hard again at the feeling of your ass against him.
“A hero would sacrifice you for the world while a villain will sacrifice the world for you”. Knowing that our three persona protagonists saved the world what will they do if their SO lives are on the line at the cost of the world? Any headcanons for this topic ?
Their S/O’s Life Is On The Line (Ren Amamiya x Reader) (Yu Narukami x Reader) (Makoto Yuki x Reader)
Ren Amamiya - Maruki's False Reality
Oh boy, he has a difficult decision on his hands.
On one hand, he doesn't want to live in a lie and where everyone doesn't know the truth
On the other hand, he doesn't want his S/O to disappear. You dying again...
So he is in a tough spot and he doesn't know what to do
He would spend a lot more time with his S/O, that's for sure. He wants to make more memories of you, because he knows that he won't have this chance ever again.
For the decision...he will have to ponder this deeply. Weigh the pros and cons, question the right and wrongs, is this decision going to be selfish of him if he accepts Maruki's deal just for you to be alive again.
It is a shame that he have to be the one to shoulder this heavy decision.
Yu Narukami - S/O is a Shadow
Even though there is a possibility that you would be fine, he is still worried. HE doesn't know what will happen to you. Will you disappear? Be stuck in the TV World. He doesn't know.
So when he has free time, he hangs out with you. Just in case you do disappear. And if you do, at least you have more happy memories than the scary ones.
Maye he'll be more affectionate or a bit more romantic towards you, a lot more.
Or maybe he'll spoil you more rotten than the apple forgotten at the bottom of the untouched fruit bowl.
Makoto Yuki - S/O is a Shadow
Note: I was thinking of Makoto's S/O is like Aigis but instead of a robot it is a shadow instead
While there is no questions asked that he and the others are going to fight Nyx, he is still worried about you.
Even though you are fine in the normal word, the group isn't sure if ending the Dark Hour would affect your shadow body/
So Makoto is hanging out with you more, especially if you are scared/worried as well.
Makoto will ask Ikutsuki that if your body does disappear then if they are able to make a robot body like Aigis's. If they are able to, then he hopes that the Plume of Dusk won't change your personality/memories due to it being in a different body.
Other than that, he would make you comfortable and happy till the final fight with Nyx where everyone's fate lays uncertain.
synopsis | You smile in the mirror, taking off your garments, happy that you are finally married to the man you've loved since your days in NRC. The wedding went off perfectly, the music was on point, the guests had fun, your friends were congratulating you, and—Oh, right. Malleus keeps talking about breeding you now that you are officially married, well! The bloodline must go on!
cw ♰ fem reader, mdni, praise, belly bulge, breeding, size kink, malleus has two cocks, overstimulation, size difference.
The candles have burned low, their golden light flickering gently across the room. The celebration has long since faded into silence, and the weight of the day finally settles into your shoulders.
You sit before your vanity, undoing your jewelry after insisting to the maids that you could do it yourself, sighing. You are still trying to adjust to the things here in the palace, not used to having people helping you, formally greeting you, bowing to you—Yeah, you need time.
“What are you thinking about, my dear?”
You gasp, seeing Malleus in the mirror, looking at you with worried eyes.
“Mal, you scared me…”
“I apologise for that…I was just wondering if anything is going on.”
You turned to look at him and smiled, “Nothing is wrong, I’m just… overwhelmed, that’s all.” Malleus bends down a little and cups your cheek as you lean onto it. “You’ve been through much today. It’s natural to feel this way,” His eyes gleaming.
“It doesn’t feel real yet. The ceremony, the vows…everything happened so quickly.”
Malleus smiles faintly. “And yet here you are, before me—still glowing brighter than any flame in this room.”
You laugh softly, eyes dropping in shy disbelief, “You always say things like that, Tsunotaro.” You wrap your arms around him when he carries you into his arms and onto the bed.
He sits on the bed, placing you on his lap, his thumb gently brushing along your jaw. “You should see yourself through my eyes—radiant, compassionate, brave. The woman who walked into my life and changed it without even trying.”
Your lips part slightly, the words caught in your throat. He notices, of course, he does, and his smile softens further.
“You make me sound like a miracle.” You run your fingers on his chest, making little circles.
He chuckles, “Perhaps you are.” He tilts your jaw towards his face. “Would you argue with a dragon in his own castle?” You giggle, “Maybe.”
“Then you are braver than most.”
He starts planting kisses on your neck as you gasp, “M-Malleus…mmm…” You feel his hand going under your nightgown, and you moan softly from the coldness.
His hand groped your breast, squishing it. “You are beautiful.” You felt his green eyes, looking at you, enjoying the sounds and expressions you are making, “My beautiful gem.”
He continued to massage your breasts as he left marks on your neck and shoulder.
Eventually, he grew impatient and tired of your nightgown and just ripped it. You gasp, staring at your husband in disbelief, “Malleus! That was a gift from Vil! You can’t just—nghhh…!” You sucked a breath in when he bit your neck playfully.
“Do not say another man’s name when I am here.”
Malleus threw the remains of the nightgown on the floor and placed your back on the bed. He removed your panties (Which you found ironic, considering how he ripped the nightgown and not your panties). Malleus smiles teasingly, his fingers coming into contact with your pussy.
“My dear, you are dripping…”
You looked away, shy of feeling his intense gaze. “Don’t be embarrassed…I’m quite aroused myself seeing you like this.” He pries your legs open, hooking one on his shoulder. Your eyes fall back to the hardness in his pants.
You weren’t sure if you could take him or not, cause the last time you both did it, you almost passed out from having to take two of his cocks.
Yes, two.
You were shocked yourself when you saw it for the first time, demanding he at least prep you multiple times before taking both at the same time.
Your thoughts are shaken when Malleus presses his long, thick finger right against your clenching hole, and a shudder runs down your whole body.
He slides another finger in with ease. He stretches and scissors you open, flicking his two fingers back and forth “Haaahhhhh….! F-fuuuuuck…Malleus…!”
His fingers felt so big inside of you that you feel you could cum just by using his two fingers.
He prods a third finger in, and your eyes widen, tears start to form in the corner of your eyes “S’ too much…mmmffffmm…!” Malleus grins as he continues to piston his fingers in and out of your pussy.
“You can take it, I know you can.”
You felt so stuffed, it felt sooooo good, and these were just his fingers. You moaned at the thought of taking both his cocks later on, filling you up to the brim.
Malleus stretches your insides, curling his fingers upward, rubbing right against your g-spot, your jaw opens with a silent moan "M-Malleus…! W-Wait…! Hnnnnghhhhh…! I-I’m g-gonna—!"
A stream of clear liquid sprays out from your cunt, making Malleus hum in satisfaction as you lie there, chest exhaling and inhaling from your release. You hear the sounds of Malleus taking off his pants and shirt, and you rub your thighs together, feeling a little excited.
"Excited, my dear?"
You shyly nodded at his comment, and he chuckled, pulling you closer to him. You whimper when his cock presses against your throbbing hole. You can hear your own heartbeat by how much it's pounding right now.
"Haaaaah…Tsunotaro…" The nickname leaves your glistening lips.
You didn’t realise how much power that nickname holds until you felt his cock go all the way in.
"M-Malleus…! O-Oooohhhhh…!"
Your whimpers become much louder now that he pushed his cock past your clenching hole. Gods, it’s too big! You thought to yourself as you lay your head down, your mouth agape, as drool slipped down.
"Call me by that name again, dearest, please…!"
"Tsunotaro…! Oh fuuuucccckkk…!! Hnnnnghhh…! ‘S too much…’s too biggggg…!!"
You felt his hand press down on your stomach, and you let out a shriek from your mouth. Your gaze falls onto your belly, bulging with the outline of his huge cock.
Your husband’s hand presses onto your cheek, wiping away the tears. "May I move now, my love?"
You nod, whimpering.
Malleus fucked his huge cock in and out of your hole at an inhuman pace. He had filled you up, leaving you a crying, big mess, your eyes rolling back in your head.
"Tsunotora…feel’s ‘s good…! Ohhh my Goooddddd…!"
Malleus flicked your nipples, up and down then as he kept pounding into you, he swirled his tongue on your nipple as he played with the other one.
“Mmm…you taste divine, my love. So, so, sweet…” He looked at you, seeing the mess he created in just a matter of time. “How does it feel, hm?” Malleus cooed, licking your nipple again.
“Feels ‘s good….! ‘S good…!”
“Should I put the other one now?”
Ah, right. You almost forgot that he had two cocks…
You looked at his neglected cock, whimpering and moaning. You slowly nodded at your husband, who smiled at your approval.
Malleus licked his thumb, then pressed his thumb in your ass. You cursed to yourself when you felt it go deeper, feeling his saliva in you.
“Malleus…”
“Yes, my love?”
Malleus’s gaze settles on you, slow and deliberate—like a hunter studying the tremor of his next breath. His eyes, deep and glimmering like molten emeralds, narrow just slightly—sharp with amusement, with hunger restrained only by his will.
“Put it in, please…”
He chuckled, “As you wish, my beautiful gem.”
Malleus grabs your hips, his other cock filling your ass up in one brutal stroke that makes you gasp “F-Fuuuuuccckkk…!! Tsunotaroooooo….!!”
The stretch of your pussy and ass around your husband’s huge cocks burns so so much, but by the Gods, does it feel sooooooo goood, swallowing him up and squeezing down tightly.
You clung to him as his pace got rougher and faster.
Your nerves feel like they’re melting inside of you, and your head feels soooo weird, but his cocks are so addictive. The pleasure is too addictive.
Of all the times, you’ve been intimate with Malleus.
You feel like this one is the most romantic, hmmm, perhaps it's because it's your wedding night, so you feel more passionate.
“I’ll put a baby in you.”
You moan aloud, snapping out of your thoughts as you nod rapidly at what he said “Tsuonotaro, feels soooo good…Hnnghh! Haaaaahhh…You’re soooo bigggggggggg….!!” Malleus growls, biting your neck, leaving a mark on it.
He has his face buried in your breasts, tongue circling your nipples.
“Fuck…You’ll give me an heir, won’t you, dearest? Lilia has been talking about wanting grandkids, and my grandmother has been waiting for another addition to the family…You’ll fulfill that role, shit—! won’t you, my beautiful gem?”
“Yes, yes, yes…! Fuck…! Get me pregnant, hnghh…!!”
“Then give me one,” He growled, feeling his stomach tie in knots the tighter you squeezed his cock in your walls.
You cried as his pace got inhumanly faster; his balls slapping against your ass were creating a loud, lewd, squelching sound that made you dizzy.
“Tsunotaro, ‘m close…!”
“Fuck…I’m close too…”
He whined, burying his face in your neck, leaving kisses and marks. The feeling of his kisses and marks made you so warm and fuzzy inside, you don’t know if it’s cause you are close to releasing or it's just your husband that's making you feel like this.
“C-Cum inside me, Tsunotaro…! Put a baby in me, please haaaahhh…!!”
“I’m gonna fill you up, make you take our child inside of you…You’ll be the mother of my children…hngh…!”
Your eyes rolled back in your head, your tongue lolling out.
Malleus feels how tight you got when he pounded into your G-spot. He was touching all of your sweet spots with both his cocks, and it felt divine.
His pace got faster and sloppier as he finished inside of you, pressing your thighs onto your chest. Your jaw fell open as you came undone, whining and whimpering.
His cum is filling you up to the brim, making sure he gets into your womb, wasting no drop. Malleus didn’t stop moving his hips until he was sure you were filled to his extent.
He pulled both his cocks out.
The room is quiet now—only the faint hum of magic in the air and the soft rhythm of your breaths tangled together. The silken sheets are warm against your skin.
Malleus hums, kissing your forehead, wiping away your tears and sweat. “You did so well, my love…I love you so much,” He says, as he takes your hand near his lips, kissing your fingers. “Thank you…for loving me”
You smiled, breathing heavily, “I should be the one…thanking you…”
He shakes his head. “From the moment we met, that night—I have always known you’d be the one for me…” He pulls your body close to his, kissing your eye, cheek, lips, anywhere, to show his love to you.
Malleus traces lazy circles against your hip with his thumb, his eyes half-lidded but gleaming with a rare, tender calm.
You can almost feel the weight of it, that silent claim, the way his lips curve in something that isn’t quite a smile but promises something just as devastating.
You giggle suddenly. “You know,” You say, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Lilia’s going to lose his mind once we have the baby. I can already hear him screaming, ‘Finally, grandkids!’ in his letters.”
Malleus chuckles, low and rich. “Indeed. I would suspect he would declare a week-long celebration…perhaps even attempt to teach the child how to fly before it could walk”
You laugh, and he hums in contentment at the sound, brushing his thumb over his cheek. Then his expression softens, the teasing fading into something deeper.
“But truly,” he murmurs, voice quiet now. “Once this child is born…I will protect you both. Always.” His hand slides down to rest gently over your stomach. “You will never be alone. Not for a moment”
“Malleus…” you whisper, kissing his cheek, surprising him with your action. “You’re already doing that.”
He smiles faintly, blushing, “Then I shall never stop.”
And there, beneath the stars and his steady, loving gaze, the future feels not daunting—but warm, full of love and laughter.
note | wow that got fluffy real quick, lolol yayayayay!! Finally finished even tho, its november now LMAOO
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A/N :: was written for my tik tok ( itsriasilly ) so the word cock is censored out, and “entrance” is used as a replacement for the word pussy. 
Trey Clover
His hands rest on your hips, fingers pressing just enough to remind you they're there, but he doesn't guide you. Trey's breath hitches every few seconds, a slow, controlled exhale that betrays how desperately he wants you to move. "You're doing this on purpose," he murmurs, voice strained, and you feel his c*ck twitch inside you. He shifts his thighs beneath you, a subtle adjustment that nudges you deeper, but he stops himself from thrusting. "Please," he finally breathes, "just a little—anything you want, just move."
Cater Diamond
Cater's grin is tight, almost manic, as he keeps his hands locked behind his head—a deliberate show of restraint. "Okay, okay, I get it, you're winning," he says, but his voice cracks on the last word. He's trying to play it cool, but his hips have a mind of their own, making tiny, aborted rolls that barely achieve anything. "C'mon, babe, don't torture me like this. I'll do anything—anything you want—just give me something, yeah?"
Leona Kingscholar
Leona's tail flicks sharply behind him, the only sign of his irritation. He's got you straddling his lap, his c*ck buried deep, and he's made it abundantly clear that you're not allowed to move until he says so—except now he's regretting that demand. His claws scrape lightly against your thigh, a warning and a plea. "Herbivore," he growls, low in his throat, "I changed my mind. Move. Now. Or I'll take what I want, and you'll be the one begging to stay still."
Ruggie Buuchi
Ruggie's usual scheming demeanor has crumbled into something almost pathetic. He's gripping your waist with needy fingers, his ears drooping. "Come on, please? I'll do your chores for a week—no, a month! I'll steal you anything you want from the Savanaclaw kitchen." He whimpers when you don't budge, his c*ck pulsing inside your tight entrance. "Just… just one little rock, that's all I'm asking. I'm begging here."
Azul Ashengrotto
Azul's composure is a thin veneer, sweat beading at his temples as he keeps his hands folded primly in his own lap—a promise he made not to touch you until you chose to move. "This is… a rather effective negotiation tactic," he says, voice trembling. "I concede. I'll sign any contract, grant any wish. Just… please, won't you give me a single, merciful thrust?"
Jade Leech
Jade's smile is serene, but his eyes are darker than usual, watching you with predatory patience. His hands rest on the floor behind him, steadying himself. "You're quite skilled at this game," he says, his voice a silken whisper. "I must admit, the stillness is… exquisite torture." He shifts his hips just barely, a deliberate display of how much control he's ceding. "But I wonder how long you can resist the temptation to move, when you know exactly what I'll do once you start."
Floyd Leech
Floyd is squirming, his long legs kicking out occasionally as he whines dramatically. "Shrimpy, this isn't fun anymore! I want you to move, move, move!" He wraps his arms around you, trying to pull you closer, but you stay rigid. "If you don't start bouncing soon, I'll squeeze you until you have to move," he threatens, but his tone is more desperate than menacing. "Please? I'll be good, I promise."
Jamil Viper
Jamil's jaw is clenched, his hands fisted at his sides. He'd agreed to this challenge with a smirk, confident he could outlast you. Now he's trembling, barely holding himself back from gripping your hips and slamming you down. "Fine," he hisses through gritted teeth. "You win. I'll do whatever you ask—cook, clean, even bow to your whims. Just move already. I can't take much more of this."
Vil Schoenheit
Vil's expression is a masterpiece of controlled annoyance, but the flush creeping down his neck betrays him. He tilts his chin up, refusing to break his elegant posture. "I must say, this is a rather novel form of torture," he says, voice laced with honey and venom. "You've proven your point. Now, if you would be so kind as to move, I'll ensure your reward is… legendary."
Idia Shroud
Idia's face is a brilliant shade of red, hidden behind his hair as he hunches forward. He hasn't dared to look at you, his hands gripping the edge of the bed. "This is so unfair," he mutters, voice muffled. "You're literally just sitting there and I'm… I'm dying. Ortho's going to find my corpse." He peeks at you through his bangs. "If I promise to play any game you want for a whole year, will you please, please, just twitch or something?"
Malleus Draconia
Malleus's eyes gleam with ancient amusement, but his breathing has turned shallow. He holds perfectly still, a statue of dark power, save for the slight tremor in his hands. "You have a rare talent, little one," he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your core. "I have waited centuries for many things, but this moment tests my patience more than any. I will give you the moon if you ask—just grant me the mercy of your movement."
Silver
Silver's head is drooping, his eyes half-lidded—not from sleep, but from the overwhelming haze of need. His hands are loosely resting on your hips, not daring to push. "I… I don't think I can stay still much longer," he murmurs, his voice thick. "It's becoming unbearable. Please, if you have any kindness in your heart, let me feel you move. Just once."
Chenya
Chenya's grin is playful, but his usual mischief has an edge of desperation. He's seated cross-legged, you in his lap, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist. "You're really good at this," he says, a hint of a whine in his voice. "Okay, okay, you win. I'll share my secret stash of sweets, I'll let you prank Riddle with me, I'll do anything. Just give me a little wiggle, pretty please?"
Minajeal Tealrajah
Minajeal's regal composure is cracking, a soft flush painting his cheeks as he rests his hands on your knees, not daring to move them higher. His voice is warm, but strained. "You've bested me, it seems," he says with a breathless laugh. "I confess, I'm not accustomed to being so thoroughly undone by stillness. If you would grant me the honor of your movement, I would be eternally grateful—and I promise to return the favor tenfold."
.｡꒰☆꒱ ⋆ SYNOPSIS occasionally, your dear boyfriend goes through a rut. . and suddenly, you are the only cure for his pain! (..◜ᴗ◝..)
.｡꒰☆꒱ ⋆ GENRE smut, porn with little plot
.｡꒰☆꒱ ⋆ INCLUDES Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech
.｡꒰☆꒱ ⋆ SAVANACLAW EDITION
.｡꒰☆꒱ ⋆ CONTENT WARNING afab!reader | explicit content | no guaranteed spoilers of main/side quests | established relationship | possible grammar errors | not proof read | aged up characters | monster fucking ig | ruts/heats | octopus genitals | implied overstim | breeding | piv | creampie | mentioned oral (fem rec) | pet names | slight exhibition | consensual paralyzation (Azul) | mention of blood (tweels) | author note at end (•>_<•)
₊˚.༄ AZUL ASHENGROTTO
Octopuses actually have two mating seasons in a year— one in late spring, while the other in early fall
Octopus merman variants, like Azul, actually have a specialized arm, a hectocotylus, that is specifically used for breeding their mate.
While not all, some cecaelia have a poisonous bite that leaves it victim paralyzed and vulnerable
Your back is pressed against a cool, slightly wet, smoothed out rock— body splayed out against the surface while your lower half is forced hovering over the dark blue, salty and sticky, ocean water by a blushing, octopus merman’s tentacles. Your tender skin is warm to the touch, slick and glistening from sweat, sensitive from the overwhelming pleasure. There’s a small puncture on your neck that appeared when Azul bite into the flesh to mark you only to end up accident injecting venom that made you completely paralyzed at the mercy of a needy cecaelia— the lustful, intense, and vulnerable feeling was an after effect of the venom.
Thick, large, eager, and restless tentacles of Azul wrap around your plush body in a firm grip; thighs, legs, and ankles are wrapped by the slimy appendage as the suckers taste the sweet flavor of your skin. The small, scattered spots on the tentacles change in an unpredictable manner, their color alters between soft lilac, baby blue, and dark purple. The biology of the cecaelia would be quite hypnotizing if you were able to focus on anything.
“Haah—! Fuckk. . A-azul!” You whine out his name in a breathless, broken, loud, and exhausted voice.
You gasp out weakly, squirming lightly from the overwhelming stimulation. . in response, the tentacles around your lower half tightens to keep you from writhing as they kneed and squish at your body. Azul cries out your name when your gooey walls spasming around his thick length, his cheek dusted in a mixture of light lilac and blue. Those greedy hands of his dig into the soft flesh of your hips, thumb pressing into the tender skin of your belly.
Azul grips onto you tightly as his hip snaps into yours, causing his deliciously thick and long hectocotylus to plunge deep into your drooling hole. With each relentless and rough thrust he does, his length stretches your walls wiide open; it has your eyes rolling back and lips parting to moan out his name in ecstasy. Your boyfriend gazes deeply at you, eyes dilated in pure bliss as he drinks up your fucked-out expressions; eyes rolled back, brows furrowed, cheeks flushed, drool seeping from parted lips, and the slight change in your eyes.
You look beautiful like this. . Your body jolts and shivers in pleasure, gooey walls quivering around his length— helplessly creaming around his hectocotylus until you feel like you’re drowning from overstimulation.
“Ohmygod. .! A- azul —mmhp. . b- babe!” You babble out loudly, sweat covered thighs trembling in his tentacles when azul presses perfectly against your g-spot.
“Haah. . m-my sweet pearl —nghh! D- don’t squeeze me s- so tightly!” Azul whimpers out, tears dripping from his glossy eyes as he babbles out his confession of love to you. . in a very shameless manner.
Another one of his tentacles lifts from the salty water, suctions hovering over the twitching and engorged bundle of nerves above your filled hole.
“Haah—! W- wait. . azul! Ca- can’t take it —nngh! Too biggg” you squeal out loudly, hands attempting to find purchase on his tentacles.
In response, Azul’s tentacles dart to wrap around your wrist.
“Mmhp! N- no, don’t squirm from me, my s- sweet pearl” he cries out, moaning softly at the delicious flavor of your skin melting onto his tongue.
The suction on your clit has you wailing louder than ever, the poor bud sensitive from how the needy octopus was dragging his thick tongue against the hood— lips wrapping around it to suckle gently until you were gasping out his name. Azul was insatiable, slurping and lapping at your syrupy pussy as if it would save him from his rut. . drunk off the flavor of your addictive flavor.
“M- my pearl. . pleasepleasepleaseplease” Azul chants out, tentacles wrapping tighter around you as his hectocotylus presses into your gummy walls. . twitching and throbbing as it leaks inhuman amounts of precum inside your already white- covered walls.
“—please. . lo-love all of me, I beg of you” he whines in a desperate tone, angling his hips to pound into your g-spot until you're losing your breath.
His cum makes everything sound even more nasty, the wet sloshes and squelches of your pussy as Azul easily slides back into your pussy from the wetness. But it’s too much. . a copious amount of his thick cum dribbles around the base of his hectocotylus, creamy white sliding down the curve of your ass. You’ve both created such a mess, a mixture of mostly his and your cum coating the surface below your body.
“Oohfuck! ‘M c- cumming again! Nnghh!” You wail out, eyes rolling back, back arching as you squirt around his thick length.
You want to squirm so badly, but you can’t, Azul’s venom runs through your blood. . keeping you pliant. He moans out your name, burying himself to the hilt of your velvety walls there’s a pleasurable tingle in your lower half. The grip on your hip tightens as thick ropes of cum shoots into your creamy walls, your stomach looks bloated, the excess cum spilling from your poor, abused hole.
The cecaelia leans in close, effectively trapping you against the ground as he kisses and laps at your marked up neck, hectocotylus still throbbing in your slick walls with need even though you’ve been fucking alll night.
“Wahh. . haah, on- one more time, my beloved pearl” Azul pants out, slowly pulling his length until he watches his cum bead from your hole, only to push himself to the hilt of your cunt with a wet plapp.
Azul drives himself slowly into your pussy, hectocotylus dragging against your walls. You murmur out his name, melting from the pleasure as he uses your body. If anyone was to visit the beach at this late hour, they would only hear the wet squelchh and sloshing sound, loud, high pitched moans and whimpers of someone’s name.
₊˚.༄ JADE LEECH
Moray eels actually don’t have an established mating season like octopuses— instead, when the temperature above Coral Sea turns blazing warm, Jade becomes clingy and attached to you
Like moray eels; Jade ensures that he feeds his dear mate more than enough food, preferring to initiate a sweet, dizzying dance with you
Your back arches from the smooth, completely soaked, mossy surface of the grotto—trembling against the ground as your lower half is submerged in the salty ocean water, plush thighs parted wiide open to accommodate the large, transformed eel that’s between it. Your tingles from the sweet abuse of overwhelming pleasure; plush body covered in deep, bloody bite marks, covered in bruises from the eager and greedy hands of Jade, a mixture of sweat and dried cum coating your tender flesh. You feel as if you tried to fight a deep sea creature, only to lose miserably.
Jade has himself wrapped snuggly around your warm and soft skin, webbed fingers pressed between your connected bodies to roughly rub at the bundle of twitching nerves above your stuffed hole. His fingers are precious and nimble, rolling your puffy clit with the perfect amount of pressure to have you quivering around his length. His lips are pressed against the skin of your neck, hungrily slurping, lapping, and sucking at your tender flesh.
“Haaah—! Nghh! Too muchh, Jade!” You gasp out loudly between broken and breathless moans, gasps, and whimpers of the eel’s name.
His sharp nails dig into your plump hips, eliciting a hiss of pain when blood prickles from the puncture. Jade snaps his hips into yours, driving his thick, long, and deliciously big cock deeper into your gooey walls. With each mean and rough thrust of his hips into yours, an obscure, wet squealchh of your sopping pussy fills the grotto.
Jade sadistically grinds at the helpless expression on your face, thick cock bobbing in your velvety walls— his lips find yours in a passionate and needy manner, long tongue dragging against yours in an eager manner. He ruts deeper into your creaming cunt, faster and deeper— his nimble fingers rubbing slowly, firm circles over your swollen clit until it has your thighs trembling from the overwhelming stimulation. Underneath your body, a pool of cum that’s a mixture of yours and mostly his gets larger and larger from how globs of cum drips from the curve of your ass to the surface below.
In a honeyed voice, he groans out your name when your velvety walls quivering around his thick length, squeezing him so tightly it has his breath hitching. Through hooded and clouded eyes, Jade peers out a blissed out face, grinning when he sees the helpless expression on your face; fat tears dripping from your glossy eyes, swollen lips parted as sweet moans of pleasure leave them, and the delicious peak of your marked up neck from his sharp teeth. . god he could get addictive to the sight of you all pliable for only him. His thick cum, stuffed deep in your pussy, allows him to slip into your cunt with each thrust, a wet slosh echoing throughout the grotto.
“Oh, my sweet pearl” Jade purrs out in that honeyed tongue, his larger form cages you against the mossy ground as the inhuman cock bullies its way in and out of your dripping pussy with a wet sloshh.
“Q- quite the mess you’ve made —mmhp. .” He mutters between velvety groans, webbed hands pressing harder into your clit it has you choking on a moan.
“Try not to waste my seed, my d- dear. . -haaah” Jade groans out, every thrust had his hips slamming into yours until your thighs ached from being forced apart.
Jade presses himself harder onto you, burying his face deeper into the space between your shoulder and neck— warm breath fanning on your exposed. You let out a high pitch whine when his sharp teeth digs into the flesh of your neck, blood oozing from the puncture on the neck. He’s quick to drag that slimy, thick, and long tongue against the tender flesh of your neck— lewdly slurping at your skin as your blood coats his lips and neck.
“Nngh—! F- feels too good! Mmhp. . J- jade!” You gasp out between moans, wailing loudly when his free hands digs into the soft flesh of your thighs.
That heat in your lower belly snaps unexpectedly, white hot heat as you lewdly squirt from the pleasure for the nth time tonight— juices spraying onto his lower stomach. Jade groans out your name from how your gooey walls spasm and tighten around him, hips flushed with yours as his cock bobs and throbs violently. He keeps himself buried deep as thick ropes of cum coats your already whites-covered walls, fat globs of white cum drools from your messy pussy. . dripping onto your ass.
Jade slowly pulls out, tons of strings of arousal forms between your bodies, slamming his hips back into yours with a wet plap— pushing his cum back into your velvety walls.
“My sweet pearl —haah. . do not waste my hard work. . ngh” he says simply, setting a pace; slowly pulling out a seeing the way your hole quivers around his inhuman cock before plunging himself back into you, roughly.
Perhaps if you ignored your boyfriend’s honeyed voice cooing out to you. . begging you to help him with his upcoming rut, you might not have been pliable and overstimulated. After all, moray eels don’t have a scheduled mating season.
₊˚.༄ FLOYD LEECH
similar to his brother, Floyd courts you in the traditional style a moray eel would; giving you a filling and delicious meal, dancing with you until you feel dizzy, soaking you in all his attention and affection
However, his favorite way to court his shrimpy is by opening his mouth and closing it repeatedly towards you
Floyd is cruel when it comes to mating, soo eager to finally claim you that it comes out rough and borderline manhandling in his own passionate way
Compared to his brother, he prefers to mark every single inch of your body with his teeth, tongue, nails, and hands— he really gets addicted to how soft and supple your body is compared to all those other guppys in the Coral Sea!
The dark ocean’s cool, salt-laden water clings onto your exposed, flushed, and sensitive flesh— with each gentle wave of water that crashes onto your body has your skin tingling. Your breath is ragged and heavy from exhaustion, desperately trying to catch your breath as your head barely remains above the pitch black surface of the ocean. It’s hard to breathe when your son cries of pleasure interrupts you everytime; loud moans, shrill gasps, honeyed whimpers of Floyd, breathless mewls.
It’s even harder when a certain moray eel merman seemingly can’t survive a mere second without his lips pressed firmly against yours; the intense flavor of metallic from your blood and salt from the ocean water lingers on Floyd’s lips. . coaxing you to eagerly reciprocate the way his snake-like tongue darting to flick against yours. What was originally supposed to be an exciting beach date with your dear boyfriend led to the cyan colored hair boy becoming more touchy, sweetly aggressive, overwhelming for your full attention. He opens his mouth as wide as he could in a barely concealed excited manner, gifting you the sight of the two rows of pointy teeth.
It was a repeating cycle; he’d unlatch his jaw wiiide, stare at you, close his mouth and pouts when you give him a confused look. . perhaps this was a moray eel trait that someone failed to inform you about. It was until you finally parted your lips to show Floyd your mouth that he instantly brightens up as he coos out your name in a honeyed voice, cackling at that dumbfounded expression on your pretty face. He quickly transform into his natural form, swimming further and further away from the sandy surface— peering at you with an expectant glint in his eyes.
Within the few seconds of you being in the deep part of the ocean with Floyd, he’s already hungrily pawing and tugging at your swimsuit— the loud rippp of the fabric being torn from greedy hands. His eyes are dilated and clouded with unhidden intense desire— slowly swimming around like a predator stalking its prey. At first, your slick back was pressed against a rough rock that hadn’t appeared above the ocean’s surface— plush thighs parted wiide to allow the needy merman settle between them. . causing a pleasurable ache in your legs.
Those webbed hands of his digs into the soft chub of your thighs, sharp nails poking into your flesh until small dots of scarlet pools from your skin. . eliciting a honeyed gasp from your swollen lips. Floyd’s tongue— long, thick, and sloppy from eagerness drags against your cunt. . parting your syrupy folds. That eager tongue of his presses into your drooling hole, the wet muscle having a kind of its own as it drags against your pussy until you’re dripping a mixture of salvia and arousal.
Floyd would moan shamelessly into your core, giggling when you tremble from the stimulation of his lips engulfing your buzzing clit— suckling hard until you just squeal out his and loudly. You’ve never seen the eel so excited like this before; he’s determined to drag out every little reaction from you, from the twitch of your hips to the gasp ripped from your lips. He whines into your honeyed folds, addicted, hungry for more of your sweet taste. . tongue flicking, licking, smearing, and dragging along your heat to coax your body to produce more and more of your sweet juices.
“Mmhp! Shrimpy taste soo sweet!” Floyd giggles out against your puffy clit, grinning ear to ear with his lips and chin glistening from your sticky arousal.
And now, he has his flexible body wrapped firmly around your body— squeezing you tightly as he presses his throbbing cock agaisnt your puffy folds. Floyd ruts his hips back and forth in a dizzying manner, cock dragging and bumping into your poor clit. He’s already reduced you into a shivering, sobbing, and overstimulation mess.
“Ngh! F- Floyd! Haah—! feels goodd. .” You drool out, eyes squinted and clouded in a haze of ecstasy.
Floyd giggles, smushing his lips against your swollen ones, sharp teeth nipping at the puffy flesh as his tongue darts to drag against yours in a passionate manner. He moans into your lips as his length stretches your drooling hole, the wet squeak muffled by the salty water around yours both.
“O- oh fuck! To-too muchh!” You gasp out between loud moans, tongue darting to lick at your blooded lips.
At the feeling of him pressing even deeper into your spasming and creamy hole has you shoveling and squirming from the pleasure.
“Shrimpy is so, so, sooo squirmy!” He giggles, tongue darting to kick a broad strip along your marked up neck.
In your velvety walls, Floyd’s thick cock throbs and spurts out thick beads of precum into your already white- covered walls— the excess pouring from your stuffed hole and mixing in the sea water. The sweet burn of pleasure felt addictive and amazing, the way his inhuman cock drags and massaged along your gooey walls— the drag of his length in your cunt is heavy, the bulbous tip pounding into your poor g-spot with such force. . it feels amazingly perfect. His cool skin is pressed firmly against yours, sharp scales on his tail digs into your lower half— each rough snap of his hips has water spraying everywhere.
“Ya’ feel g- good? Huh? Huh, sh- shrimpy?” Floyd stutters out, those nails of his digging greedily into your hips before gently scratching find your back until you squeal from the mixture of pain and pleasure.
Weakly, you try to find purchase on his shoulders only for the natural slime substance on his skin to make it hard. . you’re completely dependable on Floyd. With a loud sob of his name, you tremble in his hold as you gush around his shaft for the nth time tonight— creamy walls spasming and quivering around his thick length.
”haah! Nngh! O- oh fuckk!” You drool out, eyes rolling back.
Floyd moans out, pressing his lips onto you again, ignoring his you moan out from exhaustion, tongue dragging against the torn flesh of your lips. . happily shoving his tongue to smear against yours— thick and endless ropes of cum shoots into your overstuffed pussy.
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੭ ֹ AUTHOR NOTE 🥥
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A Midspring Night’s Dream ft. A Demon Who Regrets Their Life - AKA They Swap Bodies and the MC Wants to Jump Off a Bridge
Yandere!Limbus Company x Reader
Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors; ts is lowkey unserious as fuck, even the violence is kinda goofy; swearing
Note: Body swap shenanigans. I love this stupid event.
I’ll also try to avoid any massive spoilers in general for the series, and this chapter technically isn’t canon. Some spoilers for events that happen in later Cantos though, but nothing insane. This takes place before Canto 8 but after Canto 7.
Extra Note: mfw I try to fix a grammar mistake and accidentally POST THE THING EARLY. Please pretend that never happened before I crawl into a hole and die of cringe
It was just a normal day. Specifically April first. You didn’t expect much though, considering the holiday didn’t exist in the City. A relief to learn, in all honesty, because of the tension rapidly building between the Sinners.
You’d rather not see whatever violent pranks break out between them.
You idly stared at the fight next to Dante, idly tapping on your Gasharpoon as you watch them fight a Distortion. You haven’t been joining in on fights much recently, not that it seemed to bother anyone. Leaning against one of the sides of Mephistopheles, you can’t help but grimace at the scene.
“Right! I said RIGHT, not left! I'm sorry, is this a hard concept for everyone? Am I the weird one for being able to tell left from right?” Ishmael exasperatedly asks, staring daggers at the others.
“I am… left-handed…” Yi Sang admits in response.
“What…? I mean, what does that have to do with any—?! Aagh!!” The ginger screeches in panic as Gregor, very purposefully, bumps into her.
“Oof… oh man, sorry about that… Looks like I tripped over my own feet. I can tell left from right, by the way.” He says with a shrug.
“Guys~ I thought you meant 'right' from that Distortion's perspective!” Rodya adds with a strained smile.
Dante sighs, frustrated no one seems inclined to listen to their orders. “O-kay. Guys, everyone…? Let's pull back for now, regroup, and-”
“Oi, enough of that nonsense! Charge 'em on three!” Heathcliff barks out, readying his bat.
“…regroup, and…”
“… Three!”
Sinclair blinks. “… I wonder if he forgot the first two. Oh, or maybe he meant to skip them?”
“The satiation of that curiosity may hardly be worth the effort of inquiry…” Yi Sang murmurs.
“Perhaps, in the inevitable event of a second attempt, it would be advisable to place Heathcliff as a backup unit and place a more level-headed individual in his place.” Faust notes.
“This is horrifying.” Franz notes to you, and you nod in acknowledgement. Not the worst Ghost to pop out at a time like this… better than Dongrang or Kromer, at least.
“… Hey, Faust. Can you check if the contract's still linked? I don't think any of them can hear my voice.” Dante calls out to the 2nd Sinner, clearly annoyed.
“Executive Manager! I beg of you to forgive my insolence, for I must make an urgent request!” Outis yells over.
“Ooh…! I knew Outis still had my back…!”
“Your tick-tocking noise is proving to be a rather significant distraction to strategizing! Will you please be quiet for a moment?!”
At Outis’ words, Dante almost visibly deflates. With a sigh, they reach out and take your free hand in theirs.
…after what happened a few days ago, you’re surprised they still cling to you as much as they do. You did kind of blow up at them when the truth came out about the contract…
…why don’t they hate you?
“Outta my way, C.H.” Ryōshū snaps at them, and they shake their head and lean against you.
“Haah… I wonder if they'll finally learn to work with me once I force them to walk in each other's shoes.” They murmur, resting their- oddly warm- clock on your shoulder. “Or if you were the one giving orders. You’re pretty good at strategy, you know. You don’t have to let what happened the other day… ruin… this.”
“...It got ruined the moment you found out I was lying.” You dryly reply, “Any friendship we had is ruined, Dante.”
“...I wish I had a way to prove to you how wrong you are when you say that.” They gently tell you.
You sigh, glancing over to ensure Franz has left so you don’t have to be lectured about your life choices again before flinching as Charon stares into your soul. When did she get off the bus?!
“Eh!? Charon?” Dante yelps out, just as startled as you. They glance at them still holding your hand, and yank their hand away from yours in panic. Probably not wanting any more death glares from Verg…
“When making wishes…” Her gaze narrows slightly, “No take backsies.”
“…?” Dante blinks with their nonexistent eyes, visibly confused.
…oh god. This event.
You nervously look back over at the fight, only for-
“Watch out over there! Aw crap, manager bud!” Gregor calls out, before realizing you are literally directly next to Dante and in the line of fire. “SHIT-! [NAME]!!”
The echoing pain of a chunk of metal bouncing off your skull and the sound of the same piece of metal colliding into Dante’s prosthetic head resonates in you. You let out a vague sound of pain as Dante makes a confused grunting sound, and you think you fall over?
Black swirls your vision as the world around you ebbs and flows. You can’t tell if you’re standing or if you’re laying down.
“[N- …te! A… ou… kay…?” You think you hear Ishmael ask.
“…ou! How dar… … spea… to the Exec…!” You hear Outis start to lecture.
“[Name]...” You hear Dante murmur, the only voice that's clear, “I think I'm fading…”
“...oh…” You wheeze out, feeling pain.
“… oom. First…” You hear Meursault say.
The Sinners start to appear in your vision, frantically checking on Dante and (mostly) you.
“A star, huh…” Dante murmurs as you think you see a small flash of white in your vision.
And then the darkness consumed you.
–★★★–
“Oi, Clockhead. Get up.” You hear Heathcliff say. “Mate, get up.”
Eh..?
“Mate, this ain't the time for a kip, get up…!”
Gah… what the fuck is Heathcliff on about..? But… huh… his voice is higher pitched… at least he still sounds British…
“Oi, Clockhead! Get off your bloody arse!” You hear him order, before being lightly punched.
“GAH?! MY HEAD ISN’T A CLOCK!!” You yelp out, only to hear ticking.
What.
Your eyes- wait you don’t have eyes- open, and you frantically look around, only to see Heathcliff and Sinclair standing over you.
This is… Dante’s room? And you’re…
You’re Dante.
“Eh- EH?! EH?!?!” You panic, frantically feeling around your body. It’s more human, sure, but now you’re Dante. YOU’RE LITERALLY DANTE!?
“Wait a minute…” Sinclair- or more specifically Heathcliff in Sinclair’s body- mutters, “GAH- [NAME]?! BLOODY HELL, YOU TOO??”
You shriek, even if the only sound that comes out is the blaring of a foghorn, and clutch your clock-head.
“Oh no- NO!” Sinclair, in Heathcliff’s body, immediately comes up to you and practically collapses into your arms, “N- not you too…”
Seeing any version of Heathcliff crying is terrifying…
“What’s happening?!” You sputter out, naturally freaking out. “Why- WHY AM I DANTE?!”
“We got the exact same question…” Heathcliff- look even if he’s in Sinclair’s body you’re calling him Heathcliff- mutters, “It’s why we came ‘ere. Shame you’re as fucked over as us.”
“I…” You murmur, “Talking feels… weird. Really weird.”
“I- I get that…” Sinclair murmurs, burying his face into your shoulder. Him doing this in Heathcliff’s body is really fucking weird- “I kind of miss your voice… is- is that weird to say? Oh no- Dante’s g- going to be speaking in your voice.”
“G- GUYS! ANYONE?! HELP!” You hear your voice call out from the hallway. Trippy…
“AH! DANTE!!” You call out, frantically pushing Sinclair off of you and running- so much easier without a giant tail- out into the hallway, only to collide with your body being puppeted by Dante.
They land on top of you, and you let out a grunt of pain that sounds like a tick.
“Huh..? [Name]..? [NAME]!!” Dante grabs you, accidentally scratching you too, with their hands, staring in horror at you in their body. “You- You’re- in-”
“In your body? Yeah, I know…” You tell them, “Please watch the claws.”
They drop you as if you’re on fire when you say that last part, horrified. “I’m sorry- I’m so sorry-”
“It’s okay, it’s okay…” You gently tell them.
Dante lets out a noise of pure emotional pain, before grabbing your- their- what words do you even use for this- uh - tail. They grab the tail attached to the body that’s usually yours and shakes it. “How do you walk with this?”
“Practice, mostly.” You admit.
“...you deserve so much better.” They tell you, and you shrug. They manage to stand up, pulling you up with them. Their hands rest on your shoulders, and they just stare at their head with you inside their body. “How- what-?”
“Last I remember… we got concussed, and now this.” You tell them. “It feels weird talking like… this…”
“We can fix this.” They reassure you, “Did-”
“Hm.” The noise of acknowledgement makes you both pause, and you two slowly look over to see Ryōshū staring at you two. But… she isn’t smoking.
Also, she’s smiling.
“Aha, [Name]~ Dante~ Are you alright?” She- as Hong Lu in Ryōshū’s body- asks, “Did you guys get bodyswapped too? I’m still getting used to my new one, so-”
You let out a scream akin to a foghorn as Dante- in your body- starts screaming too. Dante’s hands snag yours and they drag you- both still screaming- away from the horror that is a cheerful Ryōshū.
“Huh? Where are you going?” He- she- what pronouns do you even use for this?!- calls after you, “...don’t just steal [Name]!”
Dante and you burst out into the front of the bus, and your chest heaves as you both stop screaming.
“Oh my god, that was terrifying…” You mutter, still shaking. It’s so much worse in person.
“I am so sorry you had to suffer by seeing that, [Name].” Dante tells you, “You- we need to get out of here- this situation is a-”
“Awwww~ You too, Squishy~?” A smiling Meursault asks in a familiar Russian accent, eyes sparkling in disappointment, “Well, at least you two will believe it when I tell you our bodies were switched all over the place when we woke up! Hehe~”
You start screaming again. THIS IS WORSE THAN THE SMILING RYŌSHŪ!!! THIS IS SO MUCH WORSE!!!
“Woah- woah!!” Rodya in Meursault’s body waves her- his?- hands, reaching out to take the clock-head you now unfortunately have. “Easy there, Squishy~ Haa… usually I don’t see you as spooked as this… it’s kinda cute~”
As she starts lamenting that your nickname isn’t as fitting when you're in Dante’s body, Meursault- now making Rodya’s body look uncharacteristically serious- speaks up. “It can be surmised that the minds of the Sinners have been interchanged with one another due to a cause that is yet to be determined, managers. The suspected time of occurrence: last night-”
“Pfftahahaha! L-look at that! Look at that face! Holy crap, this is the funniest thing ever! Right, Squishy?” Rodya asks, “‘The suspected time of occurrence: last night-’ Pffft, I can't. I just can't! How does he do that with a straight face?!”
You are about to cry.
“...Faust.” Dante suddenly says, “We need to find Faust.”
“Faust is located on the frontmost row of the bus, second seat from the left.” Meursault instructs.
“Th…ank you, but can you point it out for me? I… I can't think straight right now, hearing your voice talking like…” Dante admits, grimacing. That’s what you look like when you grimace..?
“It will be done, manager.”
“Oh boy…” Dante mumbles, before dragging your half-catatonic ass over to ‘Faust’.
“Oh.” She says, looking over with a deceptively passive expression, “Manager…”
“Faust…! Oh, what a relief. S- so you're okay, huh?” Dante asks, relieved.
You shrink back, “...Dante, Faust doesn’t call you ‘Manager’-”
“ESQUIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Faust- now with Don puppetting her body- eagerly squeals out, perking up shockingly fast and tightly hugging you.
She knows she’s Sancho now, by the way. And yet she still acts like this…
“Oh.” Dante says, clearly devastated. “Of all people… It had to be Don Quixote. Of all people…”
“‘Of all people’?! 'Tis quite rude of thee to speak thusly!” Don pipes up, pulling away slightly to prod at Dante’s chest in frustration, “Especially when thou is puppeting fair [Name]’s body! Ack, 'tis of no concern! Manager Esquire and fair [Name], forsooth, I have been overcome with quite the odd sensation upon my possession of this body!”
She pulls back from you completely. “I am… awash with a sense of… imbuement by an immense and unparalleled genius! 'Tis as though my eyes have been opened for the first time! Ah, a clear vision of the future lieth before me—the brave white—ahem, golden-haired one, returning from a most splendid adventure, welcomed by the praise and cheer of the citizentry… and granted love from-”
“That is unlikely.” Faust- in Don Quixote’s body- interjects. “Knowledge and certain authorizations beyond thereafter for those in the original body are not transferred to the other merely because their consciousnesses have been switched. In other words, what you have seen is not the vision of the future, but a display of your vivid imagination.”
Don’s smile falters for a moment, and the one she plasters on is a lot more strained. “Ooho! Much have I searched for thee, young Fau—uh, Don Quixote…? Perchance? Ooh, pray tell, what is this voice in mine head? "Access denied"? Prithee, let it not be a sickness of some sort!!!”
“… Please, take a seat. This will not be a brief discussion.” Faust says, visibly tired.
“...Dante, I’m going to stab myself.” You tell them.
“[Name], please no-” Dante feebly asks you.
“Dante, this shit is so bad even the Blades are hiding from this.” You tell them, “Do you see them? No? That’s because- like me- they are reasonably afraid! I AM AFRAID OF THIS SITUATION, DANTE. I DON’T WANT TO BE IN YOUR BODY!!”
“...is there something wrong with it..?” They ask.
“MY HEAD IS A CLOCK!! I WANT TO TALK AND HAVE EVERYONE UNDERSTAND ME!!!” You frantically tell them. “IF I HAD EYES I WOULD BE CRYING!”
You bury the face of the clock in your hands, regretting everything. This is worse than when you got caught in your lies. This is worse than when people you cared about died. This is worse-
Wait. Death…
Your head snaps up. Can Dante see the Ghosts?! Because if they can… shit…
“Ahm, hm.” ‘Outis’ clears her throat, and you realize she’s moved over to stand next to you.
“Outis…?” Dante asks, before shaking their head, “Wait, no… who… are you…?”
You flinch as- for the first time ever- Outis legitimately hugs you. Arms wrapped around your- Dante’s- body and head pressed into the crook of your neck.
Yi Sang has never looked more enraged in his life.
“Worry not, my dear [Name]...” Outis murmurs to you, as you have no idea how to react. “Though the bizarre situation is unideal, we must maintain a calm mind. Rest assured, you-”
“YOU DARE!!!” Yi Sang bellows, yelling for the first time in his life, and he- well- she, this is Outis in Yi Sang’s body- rips Yi Sang in her body off of you- who is in Dante’s body. “How dare you assume my form and use this opportunity to place your hands upon the Assistant Manager?! Is this an attempt to usurp my position as the right-hand to the Managers? Another thing! When using my voice, you will address the Assistant Manager by their full title, and not their name like some ignorant fool!”
“Th- that is not-” Yi Sang starts to stutter back, “I was merely trying to calm them-”
“Pah!” She sneers, “You did not need to place any hands upon them to ‘calm them down’! How long have you been planning this treachery?!”
“S- stop…” Dante weakly orders.
“Dante, Dante! Greg's not looking so good… Can ya ask how he's doing?” Rodya pipes up. Smiling Meursault is still terrifying.
“Ask him yourself, why don't you?” Outis barks at her, hands on her hips.
“Ah, ya know~ I know we're not like, strangers anymore, but y'know… know what I mean?” Rodya hums, “That funny feeling where when ya bite into one of those special chocolates with something in 'em, but ya don't really know what that something is or where that something is, so ya can't help but feel slightly iffy about giving it a full bite…? I think? Does that make sense?”
“Fellas… let's stop being so crass for a sec here.” Ishmael, being controlled by Gregor, pipes up, smoking a cigarette.
“Make it stop…” Dante pleads, burying their face in their hands.
“Hey, manager bud… yeah. Welp, somehow, this happened. I haven't a clue as to what's going on, either.” Gregor says with a sigh, “Woke up from a nap and… saw myself over there, looking at my own arm with that same glum look.”
“That's…” Gregor- being controlled by Ishmael- grimaces, actively trying to be as far from the bug arm as she can. “Look, I'm… a seawoman, alright? And… insect parts just don't… mesh well with the sea, right…?”
Gregor takes a breath. “Yeah~ you'll get used to it. Man, this takes me back. I nearly threw up when I saw that in the mirror the first time.”
Ishmael winces, miserable. “Not the same thing… And like, I was trying to be roundabout about it, okay? Didn't have to just say that outright, making things awkward as hell…”
“You utter, useless imbeciles! How could any of you let this minor issue of switched bodies bring you all to such disarray?!” Outis asks, infuriated.
Yi Sang frowns. ‘A- apologies, all… the voice and the appearance are mine indeed, yet the words are not… hm? Where are you going, [Name]?”
Everyone looks over at you, halfway out of the bus.
“I’m finding a bridge to jump off of because I AM IN SEVERE EMOTIONAL PAIN!!” You cry out, tossing your hands in the air.
The chaos that breaks out as people try to stop you would be entertaining if your clock wasn’t painfully throbbing.
If that was written someone totally misread “clock” as “cock”. You know you did when you saw this story for the first time…
…this shit is agonizing as hell.
–★★★–
You are being held against your will by both Meursault and Rodya to prevent you from flinging yourself into a pit. Curse Dante’s twink ass body making escape almost impossible. At least you know what gender they biologically are now… makes some of your theories to who they were before more solid.
“So, Faust. What do you believe is the cause of this phenomenon?” Yi Sang- no, Outis- asks, causing the abomination that is whimsical Faust to perk up.
“Hm…” She thinks for a moment, before laughing at how mostly everyone looks her way, “Agh, 'tis quite the bashful occasion! To have so many eyes gaze upon me! Ha ha…”
Outis scowls. “Dammit, I wasn't talking to you! Fine, then… Don Quixote…”
“Aha! Hast thou summoned me?!” Don asks, grinning. Smiling Faust may be real, but she can’t hurt you. She cannot hurt you. You are safe.
“You little…!”
“Hah- this is fun, isn’t it Squishy?” Meursault- Rodya- asks you, poking you in the face of the clock.
Smiling Meursault can hurt you though and you are in unbridled amounts of emotional pain.
“Ha. It's a real dog's dinner, innit.” Heathcliff mutters, crossing his arms. You haven’t seen Sinclair this mad since Canto 3.
“Everyone, one at a time. Please… I think I might actually go insane if I hear more than three of you talking at once.” Dante tells everyone, “And I think [Name] already has…”
You are honestly this close to Distorting in Dante’s body. You swear you are. Carmen is about to speak to you in five… four… three…
“… There is a possible explanation for this.” Faust suddenly says, “A meteor which was speculated to shoot over the City on day 250401, dubbed 'W15H', has crossed the City skylines last night. And there is a rumor that… making a wish upon this particular meteor has a slim chance of bringing it to reality.”
You slowly turn your head to stare daggers at Dante, who visibly winces.
“Uh… I had no idea that was even a thing…?” Sinclair murmurs, surprised.
“Wow! That's some impressive coincidence, isn't it? How so romantic~” Hong Lu coos, “Ah~ I wish I got [Name]’s body. I think it’d be fun to be them for a while. Aren’t you lucky, Dante?”
The looks Dante gets at that makes them look really uncomfortable.
“Actually… I feel kind of bad for [Name] having to live in a body like this…” Dante admits, “It’s really uncomfortable to do a lot of things, honestly.”
“It’s not that bad-!” You interject, before Ryōshū- in Hong Lu’s body- cuts you off.
“S.Y.B.A.U.A.M.” She tells you, puffing on a cigarette.
“Listen up, culprit, whoever you are! I will give you a chance to give yourself up.” Outis orders the bodyswapped Sinners, “What kind of brainless moron among you made such a ludicrous wish?!”
“I must apologize for this unideal display…” Yi Sang laments, giving you a sopping wet look you’ve only seen Sinclair make.
“Give yourself up now, and I will let you off with a light sentencing of three consecutive executions.” Outis snaps, glowering.
You silently look at Dante, who sighs. “Uh… So um… I think I'm the one who made the wish, Yi Sang… I mean, Outis.”
Outis lets out a gasp, an expression of horror on Yi Sang’s- her?- face. “Executive Manager? I- It was you?!”
“I kinda muttered to myself about how I wished you guys would learn how to be in each other's shoes because… everyone just refused to listen to me during our last hunt…” Dante glances at you, but seemingly chooses not to mention mending the relationship between you two.
“Pfft…” Ishmael snickers, “What now, Outis? Are you going to cut off your Executive Manager's head?”
Gregor snorts. “Nah~ She wouldn't, right? Besides, what's to say that there's not some other reason out there? Anyways, manager bud… got any bright ideas?”
Ishmael flinches as she notices Gregor- in her body- holding a cigarette in his mouth. “Huh? Excuse me, Gregor! Don't smoke that! You're in my body!”
He, in response, holds his hands up. “Hey- it’s not lit, okay..? I just need to hold something between my teeth to calm down.”
Hong Lu shrugs. “Hehe, what's happened's happened. I think it could be pretty nice to just live on like thi-”
“Oi, no way, nope. I ain't living in some sheltered lad's scrawny body.” Heathcliff interjects.
Sinclair visibly deflates. “But… I've been working out…”
“...why? You have plenty of combat skills without working out…” You tell him, confused. Sinclair just flushes and looks away, mumbling some clearly fake reason to you.
“… Too bad.” Ryōshū mutters, on her eleventh cigarette since you saw her like this, “Let's K.E and turn the clock.”
“Do I… have to go through the pain of reviving you guys..?” You nervously ask.
“No- no absolutely not!” Dante interjects, “I can barely handle the pain as is. Don’t make [Name] go through it too…”
“Yeah, uh- death is firmly off the table.” Gregor adds, giving Ryōshū a look. She just shrugs in response.
“There has to be some other solution, right?” Dante asks, looking around, before pausing at the sight of Hong Lu’s body smoking. “How are you so comfortable with chainsmoking in someone else's body…?”
‘Hehe, I don't mind.” Hong Lu says with a laugh.
“Mm~ I'll go with Ryōshū.” Rodya suddenly says, raising her hand.
“I have a feeling I know the answer to this already, but… which one?” Ishmael asks, raising an eyebrow.
“The one who's Ryōshū right now, 'course~ Can't we just stay like this for a little longer? Kinda feels like a breath of fresh air, don't it…?”
You slowly look at the smiling Meursault in horror, even if you don’t have a face you can change the expression of.
“… Huh, weird. I thought I had her figured out.” Ishmael murmurs, surprised.
“That suggestion requires a mutually collaborative understanding and consent with the switched individual.” Meursault notes.
“Huh? What, don'tcha like my body, Meur?” Rodya asks, tilting her head. “Ooh~ Or do I call ya Rodya? Gosh, this is so much fun!”
Meursault tenses. “… This discussion is not a matter of whether it is 'fun'. It is simply a matter of inappropriate-”
Rodya just rolls her eyes. “Yeah, whatevs. Is it fun~ or is it not~?”
“...how are you so comfortable with waking up and realizing you have a dick?” You ask her, only to cause her to snort. Laughing Meursault is worse than smiling Meursault. So much worse.
You glance over to see Dante and Faust- in your and Don Quixote’s body respectively- talking. If you remember right, it’s about Faust being unable to access the Gesellschaft.
A few minutes seem to pass- that feel like hours with the Meursault-Rodya yapping at you- the door to the back gets kicked open. You peer over, only to watch a visibly annoyed Vergilius and frustrated Charon walk out and to the front of the bus. Dante hesitates, before standing up, reaching out to take your hand, free you from where you’re trapped between Rodya and Meursault, and lead you over to where Vergilius sits, slumped over in his usual seat.
“Uh… Vergilius. I don't know if you're aware, but… I'll be real and to the point. Something really bad's happened. It's, uh… man, it's a real mess out here, it's really, really, bad…” They glance at you, “Y- you see what I'm talking about, right?! Like- [Name] and I swapped bodies! And- and Meursault and Ryōshū are smiling! And there aren't any dead bodies around-!”
“...” Vergilius stares at Dante and you in silence, blank faced. Charon, however, looks gradually more pissed. …you’re so fucked. Actually, Dante is so fucked. Or both of you are.
“So, uh, where to begin… I- it's kinda my fault, maybe, kind of. In a fit of frustration, I thought some stupid wish, or… said some wish, it doesn't matter.” They stutter a bit, fiddling with their hands, “And uh… a W-something… uh, a meteor fell and, the meteor was two-hundred-fifty-thousand…something… and, uhm…”
“I’m going to jump.” You admit to yourself aloud, glad Vergilius and Charon can’t understand you.
Vergilius looks into Dante’s eyes, expression blank now. And Dante visibly pales.
“Can…” He mumbles, “Candy… when?”
“Oh.” Dante grimaces, shaking their head, “No. No, no, no. No. Why are you doing this to me? Don't do this to me!”
“Bus driver needs sweets.” Vergilius- no, Charon- mutters, “No vroom-vroom without candy.”
Charon- actually, Vergilius- glares holes into Dante. You swear her eyes are glowing red right now… “Dante… What the hell kind of ridiculous wish did you make on the star to put us in this mess…?”
A thud rings out through the bus as Dante falls over unconscious. You feel like you’re about to join them…
–★★★–
You wish you were the one who went unconscious instead of Dante. Because, at least that way, you wouldn’t have to deal with this nightmare.
You thought the bickering the Sinners were having about you before was bad… but it’s honestly worse now. It’s way worse.
You glance over at the beaten up Heathcliff in Sinclair’s body, who just got into a fight with Ryōshū in Hong Lu’s body when she tried to kill Hong Lu and herself to see if reviving will fix this, even if it’d cause you unbearable pain. He did win the fight, but it wasn’t pretty.
You hate it here.
Your head snaps up as Dante lets out a faint groan and blinks awake, slowly sitting up with bleary eyes as they seem to forget what happened.
“Ooh, they're back up again. Oi, get any visions during your beauty sleep? Find a way to put us back?” Heathcliff asks, sitting up.
“Dante~ Gosh, Hong Lu kept insisting that we employ the 'D.R.D.R.' method, so it took us some effort to hold 'em back~” Rodya muses, glancing at Ryōshū with a slightly tense look.
“Heh. This polearm'll do. Can't promise O.H.K.O, though.” She muses, on her 34th cigarette so far.
“Manager Esquire!!! Behold this mane as white as snow; dost thou recall mine ill-fortuned Princess of the North Snow Plains cosplay attempt?!” Don has the widest grin you will ever see on Faust’s face. “Verily, 'tis an opportunity most apt for a second attempt at a high qually-tee cosplay!”
This is Sancho, by the way. She is fully aware she is Sancho and is willingly choosing to act like this.
“Denied.” Faust calmly says, causing Don to look disappointed.
“No, no! Still so weak! Puff out your chest and be bold! Push the voice out straight from your gut, go!” Outis orders, still trying to make Yi Sang- in her body- behave like how she does.
“Y-you pathetic wimps…!”
“LOUDER!”
“Y- you pathet… I… can no longer…” He looks over at you, silently begging for help.
“Really? You're gonna do this… now?” Ishmael dryly asks, staring at the scene in annoyance.
“Outis, that’s enough. Lighten up on him.” You tell her, in unbridled emotional pain.
“Assistant Manager, I am simply-” She starts to sputter out, but quiets down when you raise a hand.
“I said enough. Yi Sang, come here.” You order, and watch as an unusually weak-willed Outis quickly walks over and practically squishes into the same seat as you.
“Thank you, my love…” He whispers into your currently non-existent ears, almost nuzzling into you, “I don’t know what someone like me would do without you.”
Ishmael scowls at the sight of Yi Sang and you, but scoffs and looks at Dante. “Dante. What'd Vergilius say anyway? I didn't hear the conversation thanks to all the ruckus. I'm gonna guess he said something about making a report to the higher-ups and asking them to resolve this asap, right?”
Dante just stares blankly at her, a haunted look in their eyes.
“That does not appear to be a feasible solution.” Meursault adds.
Gregor raises an eyebrow. “Huh? Why? Bud, you gotta elaborate-”
“Ah… Kkomi.” Vergilius murmurs. When everyone stares at him in shock, probably expecting Charon to be in her own body, he sighs. “… Charon's favorite plush. She really treasures it.”
“That’s… really cute, actually.” You say, before remembering he can’t understand you when he gives you a confused look.
The Sinners, meanwhile, stare at the scene in silent horror. All of them.
“Kkomi won't stand no candy. Kkomi said so.” Charon mutters, “[Name] has candy, yes?”
You shake your head, and Charon frowns, her grip on the red bear toy tightening.
“What the hell does that even mean? Won't stand no candy…?” Outis asks, visibly annoyed.
“Miss Outis… it seems hardly wise to practice such an inquisition toward miss Charon at the moment…” Yi Sang points out.
“Pray tell, who is this ‘Kkomi’?! A villain, from a book?!” Don eagerly asks, curious.
“Oh, you're not gonna stand it, huh? Oi, don't talk to us like that!” Heathcliff snaps, “If you ain't gonna stand it, what are you gonna do, huh?”
“S- stop antagonizing her! We might have to fight V- v- v- Vergilius at this rate…!” Sinclair yelps, visibly shaking.
Heathcliff-Sinclair almost growls in anger. You thought he got over the Distortion… “Lad! I hear three more stutters, and I'll bash my head in!”
“Heeugh…!” Sinclair recoils, and you decide to stare at the terrified Heathcliff being controlled by Sinclair for another moment. Soon, this will be over. It will be over soon. This nightmare will be over. And you’ll look back on it and find it funny.
“M- Manager Esquire, 'twould be most wise to avoid battling a Color Fixer…!” Don suddenly says, shaking. Probably remembering the things Vergilius has done to her…
“The main components comprising Kkomi are 7% cotton fiber, 3% synthetic fiber, and 90% cotton wool. However, considering the force behind it, its physical damage is non-negligible.” Meursault notes, “The existence of several stitch marks indicate serious combat experience.”
“Kinda reminds me of my own stuffed animal…” You murmur to yourself, causing Yi Sang to stare at you with a curious look, clearly having heard you.
“My my my~ Verg! You're so cute like this~” Rodya coos, giving Charon a teasing look. Vergilius just glares at her.
“K.E.E.L.A.” Ryōshū mutters, glancing at Sinclair when people seem confused. “… Translate.”
“Kill Everyone, Everyone Lucid Again… she says.” Sinclair mumbles.
“FIEEEE ONNNN THEEEE!!!” Don screeches, causing everyone to look her way in shock, “Wherefore art thou tearing off mine most precious badges?!”
“… They are distractions.” Faust doesn’t stop taking off the badges with swift and apathetic motions.
“Hoyday, a most ridiculous notion…! P-prithee, take care, for they mustn't be scratched…!” Don sputters out, “DO NOT TOUCH THAT ONE!!”
“Ha ha.” Dante mumbles, leaning back as they seem to give up, “Holy shit.”
Hong Lu stares at Dante in wide-eyed shock. “Wow! Did everyone just hear that? I don't think Dante's ever said anything like-”
Yi Sang looks concerned. “Dante, are you well…?”
“… No candy?” Charon mutters, looking frustrated.
“Dammit…! Looks like she's getting ready to engage us in battle!” Outis yelps, caught off guard.
“… What can we do…?” Dante asks, uneasy.
“Die, probably.” You add, “We are all dead. All of us. Even you and me, Dante. We dead.”
“… Haaah. [Name] seems certain… of our deaths…” Faust says with hesitance, “What can we do, Ver…gilius.”
“… As you must be aware…” He responds, “… Charon does not know how to utilize the gladius. She has zero fighting knowledge or experience. This will be the greatest advantage you have, even if you must contend with my body. It will not be easy… but not impossible. However, if I ever hear even a toot of any foolishness like…” His gaze narrows and seems to glow red for a moment, “… "I beat the Red Gaze" anywhere within this bus… I will make you pay for every letter of every word in your witless boast.”
The air on the bus seems to thicken with the tension now raised.
“… Damn.” Heathcliff mutters, and someone seems to indignantly click their tongue.
“‘When my eyes turn red, run’ ahh…” You sarcastically mutter to yourself. “...do not translate that. Lemme take advantage of the chance to shit-talk him without him understanding and killing me.”
You think you hear someone snort in amusement at that. Maybe more than one person.
“W- wait. Why are we even fighting a Color right now?! We have zero reason to believe that this'll change anything…!” Ishmael yelps.
Gregor grits his teeth. “Fellas… it doesn't seem to me that we have much in the way of options…!”
“All of you…” She orders, “Off. The. Bus.”
–★–
You stand next to Dante, the scene mirroring what happened right before you two got whacked across the head and knocked out. This time, however, it’s them ordering the Sinners to fight the Red Gaze, all of whom got bodyswapped, including you two.
For a moment between orders, they glance at you.
“...your body is- uh- beautiful. Even moreso now that I’m in it.” They tell you.
“Uh… thanks..?” You hesitantly reply.
“But it’s kind of… hell,” They continue, “I get why you want to return to normal again.”
You nod, waiting for them to continue.
“...honestly, [Name]- I really care about you.” They admit, “I’m… mad that you lied to me for so long. Well- more hurt, really. I thought there was something special between us, but… there isn’t. But… I guess now that I had time to think about it, it doesn’t hurt as much.”
You tilt your head. “...why? I spent months lying to you- spouting barely believable bullshit you blindly trusted- how can you care about me?”
“Because, despite everything, you chose to stay.” They admit, “You had so many chances to leave, but… you didn’t. And back in La Manchaland… that was a one time thing you tried out of fear. But you had so many chances to flee over the last few days and stayed… I guess, even if I don’t really trust you anymore, I still care.”
You glance away.
“You’re… amazing, [Name]. I’m so glad I met you.” They admit, “I love you.”
“You… what?”
“I love you.” They repeat, taking your hands in their own. “You are beautiful and kind and wonderful. You're ignorant and terrified, but you’re loving. You put others before yourself in most situations and help anyone you can. How can’t I love you?”
They lean in close, causing you to unconsciously lean back as their hands drift from your hands to your hips. “I’m sorry I have to use your body to do this, but I need to kiss you. I need you. I have no idea what I’ll do without you.”
“I can’t lose you. I can never lose you.”
“I’m not letting anyone ever take you away from me.”
“I love you so, so much…”
You can’t force them off as they kiss you. All you do is hear as the bus sparks to life and comes charging at everyone.
Oh god.
–★★★–
You start with a gasp, sitting up and slamming forehead first into Gregor’s head.
“Fuck-” He yelps, covering his forehead with a wince, before giving you a weak smile. “Haa… glad you’re okay, bud. No injuries or..?”
You flinch as Sinclair tightly hugs you, snot and tears staining your shirt as he shakes against you. “I- I thought you dieeedddd… [Name]- [Naaaammmeeeeee]...”
“Glad you and the clockhead ain’t dead.” Heathcliff tells you.
Wait-
WAIT IT’S OVER!!!
YOU’RE ON THE BUS AND IN YOUR ORIGINAL BODY!!!
Not your human one, unfortunately, BUT A BODY YOU’RE FAMILIAR WITH!!
“Heathcliff…!” Dante yelps out, coming to the same realization as you. “Heathcliff… it's you, right?!”
Heathcliff flinches as Dante shoots up and seems to practically hug Heathcliff. “Agh…! The hell, mate?! Get off me! Gah!”
“He is Heathcliff…!” Dante practically squeals.
Sinclair freezes when you hug him back, literally crying too. “We’re free… WE’RE FREE!!!”
“[N- [Name]..?” Sinclair stutters out, and you fail to notice how beet red his face is.
“Hmph. A.L.A.T.C.T.” Ryōshū says, taking a drag of her cigarette.
You never thought you’d wake up and be happy to be in this body…
“Much worries were had by all afore miss Faust informed us of your safety.” Yi Sang admits.
“Yeah, same! I thought you wouldn't ever wake up again or something~” Rodya muses.
“Uh… looks like your hour hand's trembling, Dante! Are you alright?” Hong Lu curiously asks, “Oh! [Name], I didn’t know your tears were green. They’re pretty~”
“Should we call Hohenheim to run some tests on them?” Ishmael asks.
Faust shakes her head. “Faust has already taken all necessary measures. This does not appear to be something that requires his assistance.”
“Manager Esquire… 'twas all mine wrongdoing… I had failed to expect that thou wert still within the range of shrapnels… 'twas my carelessness…” Don says with tears in her eyes, before tightly hugging you as well with a loud sob, “FORGIVE ME!!!”
“You’re forgiven, just never become Faust again.” You tell her, hugging her as well.
Ishmael silently mouths “what the fuck” to herself, and many other Sinners look equally as confused.
“Extending the distance between the manager and the battlefield in future battles would be an effective means of minimizing certain risk factors.” Meursault notes.
“Yeah, bud. I appreciate the fervor, but don't try so hard that you'll hurt yourself. Take it easy, alright?” Gregor tells you and Dante with a slight tilt of his head.
Outis grits her teeth. “Dammit… I, Outis, shall take responsibility for this incident. Allow me to bow before you in hopes of seeking-”
“Guys…” Dante says, “I think… I like us… exactly as we are right now…”
“… Hm.” Vergilius raises an eyebrow. “Going by the tick-tocking noises you're making… you sound moved, Dante. I, for one, am also glad that I wouldn't have to remove your clock hands. It would not have been pleasant.”
Once everyone who was crying finally stopped, Dante stepped off the bus for a moment to “stretch their legs”. Meanwhile, you sat alone in a seat, staring out the window at Dante and Charon talking as you thought about Dante’s confession.
This isn’t the first time someone in the City confessed to loving you, but…
Every time someone has, their “love” was more like a damaging obsession that made everything worse. It happened in the Pallid Whale… at Wuthering Heights… at La Manchaland… and so many other places.
You knew everyone on this bus held an inkling of that fucked-up version of love, but Dante saying it so plainly makes you feel… unnerved, honestly.
Your gaze falls up to the stars in the night sky.
The bus is like a pot being slowly heated up the longer you spend here. You’ve been here long enough you’re definitely in hot water. And you need to escape. But Dante said it themselves, they aren’t willing to lose you.
CW: NSFW, AFAB reader but i dont mention pronouns (i think), reader gets called "doll", partners in crime, voyeurism, rubbing genitalia against thighs/clothes, pull out method, breast fixation(kinda)
WC: 2.9k
Before we dive in: "Okay, here's another story I'm requesting: Mafioso x Wife Reader Smut." Another request from AO3. for this one shot imagine the killers can only spectate certain rounds of their teammates and the killers in the round can feel when the others are watching. it's like something whispers in the back of their head when they are being watched. i wanted to headcanon and write mafioso as a bunny hybrid but i was too deep into the oneshot when i thought of that
also!! i tried to make this a little longer so i'm sorry if it's shitty.
PLEASE NOTE: the title isnt meant to mock or ridicule italians i just had the meme from twitter in my mind! it's a reference. if anyone is offended i can change it.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!
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Some time had passed since you were forsaken and honestly you couldn't say that it was going bad. How could it even go wrong for your side? You were clearly privileged since you were a killer. Sure, the sentinels were annoying but whatever. At least you weren't getting brutally murdered every round. Losers.
Plus, your husband, Mafioso, was here with you. That was pretty nice. You had to wait a bit after being forsaken with thoughts asking if you were ever going to see him again before he appeared in the killer cabin but it was worth it because at least you weren't alone anymore.
Talking about Mafioso.. the story of how you two met was a bit comical, if you squint maybe.
You first saw him in an alley. Yes, a very cliche and totally not suspicious place to meet your future lover. But that's not what you were worried about at the time of these events. You were more worried about what this stranger had just witnessed by not minding his business and seeing the dead body right in front of you.
You had acted almost unconsciously by turning the rest of your body in his direction and sharply advancing full speed towards the man — not a very sharp idea to go straight towards a big man like him — with your knife in hand, ready to just swipe against his neck and let him bleed out to later be discovered with the other body. Instead, you were stopped by quick, firm hands on your wrists and a smitten look that seemed to promise secrecy.
Your eyes narrowed and with a bit of force you pulled your wrists from his hold, taking quick steps back while looking at him almost weirdly with eyes that screamed 'Are you crazy?'
Unknowingly to you, you had just murdered a prostitute that coincidentally was in debt to him and your violence had gotten his heart beating faster than usual for a very different reason than probably expected. Mafioso managed a grin as he saw you warily walk past him and towards the streets, ready to get out of the situation and maybe let him get arrested for your crime instead.
With a little bit of stalking and help from his goons he was quick to know your address. And, as any normal person would, he started to send you letters with the right information in order for you to know it was the strange man from the alley and send some back. Now, he wasn't actually expecting you to want something to do with him but when he received one letter back he was practically bouncing around in his head.
You ended up meeting again in person and it went decently well even if you were still suspicious of him.
After that you went on more dates and as time passed you started dating. It was good to have a partner in crime that could help you in your crimes because of the large amount of men he had at his disposal that he could send. In turn, you also helped him sometimes, torturing and killing off debtors even if you normally settled for prostitutes.
And then it evolved into marriage after 3 well spent years. Sure, maybe it was a bit fast compared to most couples but Mafioso was sure he wanted to spend his life with you and so were you. It was a shame your plans for the future were ruined by some stupid entity bringing you to an unknown realm. Whatever.
You were abruptly brought back from your thoughts when a round started without much warning to you since you were in your own little world.
A groan left your mouth once the numb feeling settled into your body, signaling that you were teleported from your dear room to the round and wouldn't be just another spectator. If you even could spectate this one.
Your hand gripped your weapon while you took in your surroundings. Glass houses.
You knew it like the palm of your hand by now. You didn’t even need to look around much to know you had spawned in the interior of the big mountain.
Your thoughts were rudely interrupted again by the small noises of clothes rustling against each other, making you turn your head to meet the sight of none other than Mafioso standing on the grey platform with you.
A double trouble round? And with your husband? This was going to be great.
Your husband shot you a quick grin and in return you nodded firmly with your head, ready to unleash chaos upon the survivors together.
Your gaze sharpened as you turned your head and started to march forward, not worried about the noise your feet would make against the cement, before you were stopped by a hand on your wrist, pulling you back and making your eyes widen with surprise and confusion.
"Not yet." He whispered, dragging you even closer so he could lean down and press his face into your hair. "How about we forget the killing for this round and let my minions hunt them down? We could focus on something else that we haven't been able to focus on." His tone dripped with innuendo you were quickly able to grasp. "The others aren't watching. I'm not hearing anything."
You paused at the suggestion and additional information, focusing on nothing in particular to check if there really wasn't any creepy whispering in your head. Nope. They weren't allowed to watch this round.
That was pretty weird, actually. Normally the Spectre would always allow it when there were special rounds like this one. But you surely weren't complaining. You would finally be able to have alone time with your husband. Even if it was on a round.
You hummed, letting a smile slip onto your lips as you thought about it for one more second. "What the hell, sure. Why not? We have been needing some alone time."
Mafioso let his smile widen at your response, a kiss being pressed into your head.
Hearing more stirring behind you and then his voice, you assume Mafioso is using his flip phone to call his goons, and, after a slight delay, Caporegime and Soldier appear at your sides, weapons in hand and seeming ready to receive orders from their boss.
“Boys, hunt down the survivors for me and make sure that they don’t come near this area.”
The two responded almost immediately to the command with a nod and started to walk away. They went around you both and walked down the small stairs to then leave, one by the giant entrance right in front of you and the other turned right to stride towards the other entrance.
Mafioso waited a few more seconds after they left before he leaned down again, pressing kisses into your hair and slowly moving down, now peppering your neck with drawn out kisses. “I’ve been waiting for this, y’know?” He whispers against your skin, hands slowly moving across your body to rest at your hips, massaging them with the same slowness he had used to trail his kisses downward.
“You could have just asked me when we weren’t in a round.” Your hands came up to collect your hair into them, moving it over your right shoulder to give your husband more access to your neck without having the hair in the way of his kisses.
“The walls are too thin for these kinds of activities.”
You hummed, choosing to not remind him how you have already done this in your cabins a few times. He just wanted an excuse to have left it for a round that he didn’t even know would come and you knew that.
Hands continue to massage your hips with care, one of them eventually coming up to cup your breast through your shirt and bra. It busied itself with fondling while your husband’s hips started to move against yours, letting you feel him start to harden. The amount of different sensations were making it hard to possibly focus on just one.
You exhale a small, almost unhearable whine, pushing your chest against his hand and pressing your butt back against his crotch, feeling how his grip tightened on your hip in response to the motion.
Mafioso moves the hand on your breast to slip it under your shirt and into your bra. He uses his thumb and index finger to switch between pinching and pressing your nipple against your breast. His ears gladly accepted every noise you made after each motion and tease, never once getting tired of them. How could he ever get tired of something you produced? Your sounds were perfect, just like all of you.
He finally takes his hands off you to reach down to start working on taking his belt off, taking the prong from the punch hole and pulling the tip from the buckle. Mafioso lets his fingers trace the button of his pants, letting the anticipation of what was going to happen sink in for a moment, before finally unbuttoning it and pulling both his pants and briefs down.
Mutually muttered curses flow through the air as he shifts his body until he is able to position his cock behind the juncture of your thighs, pushing against your thigh gap to make space for him.
Your husband groans behind you and starts to rut his hips up against your clothed pussy, creating a delicious friction that makes your heart race and causes your pupils to dilate. You lower your shaky hands to touch your own pants, automatically finding the button before you are stopped by Mafioso’s hands.
“Wait.” He mumbles, drifting his hands back to your hips.
You are caught by surprise when his knee and shin press into the back of your knees, making them buckle. Your eyes widen and your hands shoot out to attempt grabbing at the air before you feel hands under your armpits, holding you up just enough so you don’t fall back but slowly letting you drop to the ground.
Mafioso sinks onto his knees behind you, using his hands to manhandle you into a position where your back is against the ground with your legs on his sides.
“It would have been nice of you to ask me to lay down instead of that.” You huff, furrowing your brows. Your hands elevate to grab his tie, making him raise his brow under the shadow of his fedora. You use the grip to suddenly pull his face closer and press your lips against his roughly.
The man reciprocates the intensity, no less rougher with his kiss than you.
You groan into the kiss and feel his lips curve up into a smile. Meanwhile, his hands unbutton your pants and pull down the zipper. Your pants and panties are quick to be pulled down and off with the help of you lifting your hips up from the ground.
You part ways from him to breathe and him to look down at your cunt with a wide grin. “Already so wet for me.” He purrs and you scoff in response.
“If somebody else saw you with that giant grin they’d think you had never seen me like this before.”
He rolls his eyes and starts to grind his dick against your folds, a shiver running up his spine at the sensation of the wetness coating him. “You can’t blame a guy for admiring the view. Plus, no one but you would see me with this grin.”
“I s-suppose that is true.” A moan mixed with a half escapes your mouth when he finally starts to move against you again but a deep feeling of impatience settles into you as you wonder when he will eventually push into you instead of continuing to tease you.
Lucky for you, he seemed to have the same thoughts. It doesn’t take long until he is pulling his hips back to position the head of his cock against your entrance, pushing in the tip with an uncharacteristic gentleness.
The following movements certainly didn’t carry the care he seemed to promise before though. He bottomed out with a rough thrust.
You gasp and tighten your hold on his tie, sharply tugging at his collar. He grumbles something you aren’t able to hear in response and his hand moves to tug yours away from his tie. He gathers your hands with his, moving to pin your wrists on top of your head as he starts to move again, retracting and then pushing into you with more fervor.
His free hand moves to your boob again. It is as if he has some weird fixation on them. You let a grin onto your lips as a reaction to his touch, back arching and pushing your chest into his hands.
“That's it.” He groaned with a particular harsh thrust. “Just lay pretty for me. You don’t have to do anything.” Mafioso released your boob from his hand, quickly raising your shirt and moving your bra out of the way to lean his head down to capture your nipple with his teeth, pulling it gently.
You try to move your wrists, wanting to do something with them like maybe grab his head or hold onto something else but his hand didn’t budge one bit, almost glued to you.
“M-Mafi-!” You moan out a bit more loudly than you would have liked. You couldn’t seem to shut your own mouth with how he was hitting that sweet, spongy spot deep within you, making you clench and unclench around him as you approached your peak quickly.
He took note of your signals, coming to a stop in you just before you could truly fall over the edge and taking his teeth away from your nipple.
You respond with a small whine, followed by an unhumoured string of curses. Your hips move on their own, trying to chase after the feeling by pushing against him.
“Shh. Gods, I can’t imagine how loud you’ll actually be once you come.” Mafioso chuckles, taking some moments before starting to move again once he’s sure you’re not near the edge like before.
You buck your hips, a trembling smile settling on your lips before you basically force yourself to still. You swore you heard grass rustling. Your head rotates slightly and presses itself against the cement beneath you, letting you see the giant opening from where Soldier had passed before.
Nothing.
You squint your eyes, suspicious of the sight of nothing on the entrance. You trusted your instincts and you knew you weren’t that old to be starting to hear badly.
“Hey. Look at me, doll.” Mafioso pulls you from your thoughts when he uses his free hand to grasp your chin, moving your head so you would be looking at him again. To ensure you were paying attention, he thrusts roughly into you, making you press your eyes closed and squeak.
Your mouth opens to voice your concerns but you interrupt yourself before you can even start with another loud moan when your husband continues to slowly but harshly pound into you.
You finally feel yourself getting closer to the peak again after a few more prodding against your sweet spot. It made you forget almost completely of what you were sure you had heard, making you focus on your own pleasure instead.
Mafioso grunted and groaned above you as he moved, feeling himself near the peak of ecstasy. “Yes. Just keep making those noises.” He lets out an involuntary, sudden moan before immediately shutting himself up to focus on his movements.
You squirm against his hold and he just tightens it, completely content with feeling you try to escape him so you could do something with your hands.
Before you know it, you’re already climbing over the edge and spasming against Mafioso with moans and whines falling naturally off your lips. He pulls out to follow after some quick moments, spilling himself on your stomach with a drawn-out groan.
Your body continues to twitch after the high of your orgasm as quick, heavy breaths left you.
Mafioso takes a second to compose himself before he pulls a handkerchief to wipe your stomach clear of his release and then your pussy. “You’re so precious.” He whispers, looking deeply into your eyes while he pulls your underwear and pants up, doing the same to himself after.
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Not far from the place you two were, stood a survivor, trying to be as quiet as possible while being a ‘huge pervert that was clearly excused because.. look at where you’re going at it’ — their brain’s words.
Their hands moved quicker on their cock at your moans combined with the sight of your body. They were already so close and they only seemed to have arrived halfway through the fun!
“Fuck… fuuuck. Yes..” Chance moaned the lowest they could, their fingers gripping the side of the entrance tightly, a way-too-happy smile making its way to their lips as they watched you spasm under Mafioso. Lucky fella.
Wait, no. Lucky fellas. He corrected himself before going back to focusing on you and Mafioso.
It wasn’t long before they came on their hands, their release hitting the floor while he continued to pump his own cock. He forced himself to hide behind the wall again after his peak, determined not to get himself caught by the two of you.
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