#mc x reader

[ctghost]

i have a thing for medics i think

[zer-otoher-o]

can't stop thinking about a summer love caleb, mc and non-mc becoming friends all because non-mc is a social butterfly with a slight lack of self-control, blind courage, need to make friends and finds caleb cute.

social butterfly!non-mc spots caleb first in the local skating rink one day and casually comes up to him and introduces herself and tries to make friends with him and he is acting very polite because it's rude to be rude and just lets her yammer until she is discouraged by his indifference. she notices this and she is a little discouraged and was deeply embarrassed by this subtle rejection. (but she is also stubborn so she'll try one more time?)

cue in mc coming up to the both of the, looking all wary and confused, and non-mc locks in with how cute mc is and immediately tries to befriend her too, asking her more questions about her name, does she skate her often, is he your brother yada yada yada. mc looks bewildered and looks at caleb for back up but slowly warms up to her when she realizes she's just ... very friendly and she's never had a girl friend before so she's starting to feel a little giddy.

caleb on the other hand is bewildered bc wtf just happened how did that happen. (it's a girl thing caleb ssh)

fast forward to a few years later, they're all friends and non-mc also befriends zayne and they're practically a gang at this point. caleb develops a slight crush on non-mc and zayne knows it, mc is suspicious about it and non-mc (all together now) doesn't know. he's in major denial because it's weird to develop a crush on the girl who is friend's with his little sister and cares about just above cilantro (which, really makes no difference, because she hasn't bothered him that much like when they were kids and she hangs more with mc now [and zayne too when he tags along, he guesses] and she doesn't bother him with useless stuff anymore like the homework he knows she's smart enough to solve on her own or with opening a bag of chips or carrying her bag on the way home from school. who cares if she stopped doing that right? ha ha ha)

THEN one summer, while they're all in college, they're all hanging out at the old local skating rink and then she casually drops how she had a tiny crush on caleb that summer morning they first met at the skating rink and was glad she picked up the courage to go up to him because it led her to meeting him and mc and zayne and she couldn't imagine her life without them now.

and ALL three of them look at her in various degrees of gob smacked. zayne is subtle but his brow is quirked and side-eyeing caleb. mc is open mouthed and floundering looking back and forth to her and caleb. caleb looks so dazed out and he might look composed with his quiet smile but inside he's crashing out bc wdym his crush finds him cute and he acted horribly to her and that he had a chance all those years ago?? does she still find him cute? does he have a chance? DOES SHE STILL LIKE HIM???? oh god he needs to sit down he can't breathe

a/n: hello! think i kinda went ham with the gradient text but i wanted to try it after coming across one post using and and i thought "omg you can do that with tumblr now"? and ofc you can because this is a blog and tumblr blogs can be coded with html so why not with posts and immediately went to youtube to try it out lmao. hope this was a nice read for you! i wanted a cute caleb summer love typa story and this came out aaaaa

[cabbag3juice]

Mc horror mods? How about The Obsessed x reader? It’s such a cutie.

he very miss u

[anewmako]

HIIIIII okay so ik.new you requesting, but i was looking through the knocker x reader tag and saw ur announcement!! So theres this mod for the knocker that I saw on a tik tok video (https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8bn2Pmq/) and I would LOVE if a fic kind of followed that progression with reader and the knocker or if it needed to be a bit shorter, just hcs of the obsessed stage (the last slide?) THABK YOU IF YOU DO THIS

Obsessed!Knocker x Reader

Oneshot (?)

Characters :: The Knocker x Reader

Relationship :: Romantic 💌 / Yandere 🔪 (?)

Word Count :: 1.2K

Warnings :: Stalking , Self aware Knocker

Note :: Tysm for the Req anon! I tried my best to kind of do both? But in my own way! i hope u like it regardless 🙇‍♂️

You usually like your Minecraft world on peaceful or anything easy, Not because you're bad at survival games. But rather liking the cozy aspect that a game can offee you.

Building a cozy cavern and even planting flowers around it like some kind of garden to have a tea party art, or just enjoy the sunlight the day brings to your world that you've created.

But something was missing to the game, a key feature to Minecraft. Mobs. enemies.

Sure, Playing it slow and without defending yourself to creepers that pest you every night is relaxing, but at some point you start to miss that.

And yet it felt repetitive, Oh so repetitive. It's always the same, Avoid the creepers or else you blow up with it, Hit the zombies and spiders. avoid the skeletons bow and arrow, the list goes on.

You needed something new, and something that would chase you during day time for a change of pace, something you can take care of while you're building.

So one day you went on curseforge or whatever mod installer you had available to look for something that might catch your eye, Only downloading graphic packs becomes boring after a while.

eventually you stumble across the horror mods section, Horror isn't really something you indulge in much but it's not something youd try to avoid. You just mostly find different stuff that interested you.

But since you're so bored today you might aswell browse through it, Perhaps there's a chance something stands out. And something did, You saw a mod called "The Knocker".

the name doesn't really ring a bell and haven't heard of it before, You read a bit of the info and just decide to download it blindly. Might aswell at to the excitement by going in blind right?

Oh but you have no idea what the hell you just signed up for to add to your peaceful cozy little world you created.

Once it finishes downloading you open your Minecraft back up from the launcher and hop back on Minecraft Java and skim through your servers and click "Cozy <3"

you make sure to set everything up for your server and adding the Mod into your server and hop back on the game.

You spawn back in your Cavern, music box playing and your dogs sitting in their corner where they always sit, Beautiful rain noises outside and an relaxing atmosphere.

Wondering just what the hell you downloaded, since you don't notice anything yet. Perhaps It'll appear or be seen in the next few image days.

Huh...since when was there a sign outside your Cavern?

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

The next few days went by as usual, Tending to your farm animals, Going into the caves for some iron and diamond hunting and searching for some villages.

But everywhere you go you feel rather...Uneasy. like there's something following you and watching you, and you were right for the most part.

At first there was nothing out of the ordinary, everything was as it used to be, except some random signs appearing. Mostly Emoty without anything written on them.

But lately they have had messages on them like "im watching you" and "you have a nice house", aswell as a dark figure watching you from the shadows.

and weirdly all your bread you've stored in your cavern always seem to be missing, Same as the main ingredients. You thought your dogs grew sneaky or so, But that thought left your head quickly.

During one of the times you find one of the Signs, you decide to try something new. Putting up your own sign and try to communicate with whatever is stalking you.

You place it near the forest from your house, tryin not to draw too much attention to your own home, You write "hello, who are you?" And go back home

You weren't really expecting anything out if it, except thinking whatever is out there is most likely not gonna try to respond or anything.

Besides, Your bed was calling you to get some rest and leave the day behind you, there's always a tomorrow. this isn't hardcore afterall.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

After a quiet night you make your way back outside to check on your flowers, to check on your house, to check on your anima—

Why is there a guy in the middle of your cows who was in the middle of writing on a sign that was clearly aimed to be for you?...

That must be the person who's been watching from the shadows and leaving those empty signs, They sure don't look how you expected them to.

Completely dressed in black, and then that white face with a big black smile that just seems hollow, and some sort of fading black shadow coming from his eyes.

He just smiles at you and jumped over the fence back into the forest, leaving the sign back next to your cows who never once looked up from eating the grass.

You cautiously step forward to look at the sign and your breath gets caught in your throat as you read to yourself quietly trying to be silent and still.

"I've been watching you, pretty thing. I can't get you out of my mind even when i try. I wish you belong to me alone."

You blink a few times and back away from the sign, Your breathing starts to get quite heavy while trying to remember that this is just a game. it's just a game..Right? it's just a game.

Little did you notice the knocker staring at you from the forest, right out of view also breathing heavily. But not in fear as you are, But in complete madness and obsession over you.

He knows you can log off anytime, But he's gonna make sure you're staying in this stupid world you created with him and him alone, he loves you and he wants you to love him too.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

You remained in the game for several more days, 17 days infact wich isn't much but it feels much to you since everything was going on.

And 14 days since the "knocker" had appeared at your cow farm and abruptly left you that sign wich still stands at it's place

Everytime you try to remove it It's back the next day, Probably set up by him to remind you every day that he's obsessed with you, never letting you forget what your presence alone does to him

And that wasn't the only thing that's reminding you of his existence that's oh so fixated on you.

There were signs right next to your front door going "You have no idea how long i stare at this wooden door, waiting for you to walk out of it so i can keep admiring you".

Signs inside your home listing his favourite things about you..And places he would love to be near you if ever given the chance when you were ready to let him get closer to get to be near you. And with how he acts, He wouldn't mind it being reciprocated aswell.

Signs inside your home listing his favourite things about you..And places he would love to "take you" if ever given the chance when you were "ready" for him. And with how he acts, He wouldn't mind it being reciprocated aswell.

And worst of all, The signs he leaves around your place complimenting how you look, And unfortunately he doesn't mean your avatar...

Everything said there is a reference to your in real life appearance...Your eye color. Your hair style. Your clothes..Your neckline and pulsepoint..

And yet, This won't be the last of him. He'll be back everyday you log on, every minecraft day and night. always watching you and fawning over you from the shadows. God you make him miserable.

[ladyrosemone]

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒹

Look at me, look me in the eyes Forget yourself, surrender your mind Right now, you're mine All mine...all yours

Synopsis: You were always her shadow, the gum that never seemed to leave her, living off crumbs of friendship, and at some point you got used to living that way, until you tasted freedom.

Or where the bird learns to use its wings, so the cage must be made smaller so it can't move.

You don't remember a moment in your life where she wasn't there.

MC; the golden girl, blessed with beauty and intelligence, strength and confidence, friends galore, and the resilience of a soldier. While you were (hopefully) ordinary; not outstanding in beauty or intelligence, not brimming with confidence, nor did you have the strength to join the hunters' union.

That never bothered you, well, that's a lie, there was a time when you felt nothing but jealousy, and it was just so unfair, why did she get everything right? Everyone's approval, the immediate affection of those who knew her (even your parents used to say you should be more like her), how everything seems to go right the first time, and if not, the world seems to console her. You, on the other hand, were even clumsy at the best of times, trying your hardest at everything you attempted, trying to excel, always trying, but never being enough.

You hated feeling this way, living in a constant competition for the same recognition, being noticed separately and not as "MC's friend" or that when people approach you it's because they want something from you, not from you to get to them.

But at some point, you decided that feeling this way was…too exhausting.

It was like climbing a steep, slippery mountain where each step took you three steps back, at some point, you let yourself fall and just accept what life gave you, qualities and virtues, and accept that you will be a shadow of the brightest light in the galaxy.

And when you accepted your place, life became easier.

There was no more pressure, no sharp glances, no cruel rumors. All is silence and peace, and at the center of it all, there's her. She awaits you with open arms, with laughter and stories of her missions, with getaways to fun or private places to simply take a breather, shopping trips where her attention is exclusively focused on what would look good on you or what would match best. When she's hurt, she comes to you for comfort; when you're hurt, she's ready to shoot at whatever has been bothering you; that was the status quo that worked between the two of you.

Then more characters came into her life.

You already knew some of them, Lí Zayne and Xià Caleb, her childhood best friend and adopted brother. You were never particularly close to them; when it seemed they could have a deeper friendship, MC came along to keep order (and attention) back in line. Dr. Zayne returned to be her personal physician, and Caleb returned from deep space (and death, it seemed) just for her. Then came a fellow hunter, a painter, and a mob boss (or something like that). They gravitated around her, seeking her attention and praise, her love and time.

And you, like a shadow, watched without intervening as she drifted further and further away.

But instead of feeling sadness or emptiness, you felt…adrenaline, a bit of freedom you hadn't experienced in years. You weren't disappointed when her texts said, "I'm busy, maybe later" or when her calls stopped being frequent, not when she canceled plans, dinners, friends' nights, or even when you walked by her and she didn't even notice you because she was talking to her hunting buddy.

You were finally free to be your own person, to rekindle friendships you'd abandoned years ago, to discover hobbies you never bothered trying because you didn't want to turn it into another meltdown because you were a disaster compared to her, to go out walking down the street in clothes you chose because you liked them, not because they had to match.

You laughed, you cried, you got angry, you worried, and you got excited about things you love, and finally, after so many years, you felt like you had control of your life, that your light was beginning to shine.

But the shark can smell blood from miles away, so the hunt began.

It wasn't obvious at the time, so caught up in your newfound freedom that you didn't notice how new characters appeared in your background: that silver hair you see out of the corner of your eye when you're reading in the park and that disappears when you look for it, the paintings that appear in the café you frequent where the portrait looks almost too much like you, the flowers left in the kitchen of your apartment (in a different part of the city, one you chose because you liked it), the doctor's appointments where suddenly your usual doctor isn't the one seeing you anymore, or the home-cooked meals an "old friend" sends to your workplace.

Everything escalated as the details took on names and faces: Shěn Xavier the hunter, Qí Rafayel the painter, Qín Sylus the dangerous one, Lí Zayne the doctor, and Xià Caleb the childhood friend. Suddenly, your phone was filled with their messages and calls, your free time monopolized by forced conversations, feeling eyes on the back of your neck, that damned sensation of being watched and opened like a butterfly whose wings are clipped, only to be reattached and displayed in a glass case.

You can't stand it anymore, the unsolicited attention, the buzzing of your second phone number that you keep changing but that keeps getting found, the knocks on the door of your home that no longer feels like one, the nights where the croaking of a crow keeps you awake, everything, everything, everything becomes too much.

It's only natural that you run back to your safety net; your friends? No, your parents? No, your bosses? No, MC.

She doesn't question you when you text her, she doesn't interrupt you when you call her, she doesn't scold you when you come home at night, or judge you when you cry against her shoulder until you fall asleep, clinging to her like an anchor.

And for the first time in months, you feel okay again.

She should feel bad, she really should, but she's lying if she says anything other than no.

It's just that you look so sweet against her, so small and helpless, like a wounded bird resting against her warm palm; she could close it at any moment, crush you until your fragile bones crunch and blood gushes, until your wings stop and your song fades. It would be so easy, but she won't. Your song is so much more beautiful when she hears it every morning, the air of your wings is fresher than any wind, and your warmth is more comforting than the cold of your corpse, figuratively speaking.

Your hair feels like silk beneath her hand, the softest thing in the world, how often do I not fantasize about making a scarf out of the hair you leave in her shower so I can always feel it and smell it whenever she wants? Or your soft skin against hers, so smooth and ordinary, not like hers, hard and rough from years of training and laboratory experiments.

Finally, finally, you're back home, back to her, where you belong.

Because watching you fly around was cute for a moment; watching you socialize, laugh, talk more, and develop a personality, it was the most adorable thing. But she had to crush your illusion of being an individual.

You belong to her, it always was.

When MC was a child, she had nothing; her life wasn't her own, nothing, not even her mind or memories. Even before then, her soul already belongs to other men, to other experiences, to other promises, none of that was chosen by her in this life; now she only reaps the consequences of her past stupidity. And when she left the white rooms and the squeaky computers, she had no hope of even living a normal life; then you came in, with your calm and shyness, your patience, your friendship, your honest fragility, your humanity.

She clung to that, she wanted this, she wants you.

Something MC chose, a companion who brings no noise to her life, only the peace she always thought she'd only have when she died, and not even then; you are her place in the world, her air, her blanket, the meat that calms the hungry bloodhound, the addict's drug, you are her cocaine fix.

That's why she had to isolate you.

It breaks her heart to remember the time you cried in frustration when you thought no one was watching, how you dug your nails into your palms when you wanted to talk but she interrupted every time, how you confided in her about a crush she never reciprocated because you were in love with her, how you bit your lip when your parents compared you to her. It really made her feel bad, but it was perfect.

You closed yourself off to everyone, made her job easier, and when you agreed to be solely hers, it was ecstasy! No one to steal your attention, no friends to steal your time, no independence, no life where she wasn't with you. It was perfect; even more so when you didn't question her hands on your body, her kisses that lingered too long on your face and too close to your lips, the way her style claimed you as hers and how, in the end, you merged with her symbolically. It was so close to being hers completely, to falling into her net, into her dominion, into her belonging, and just at that moment they arrived.

Her lovers from past lives; a king, a God, a divine servant, a space captain, a dragon. They came to claim her, to love her, to seek her as they promised, but she hated them from the moment they stood in her way.

He had Zayne and Caleb under control at some point; he had to have the patience of Buddha and the strength of Atlas to not jump on them and eliminate them when they confessed (at different times) that they found you "interesting". A few tears and basic promises of a life together were enough to get you out of their sight. Things got complicated with Rafayel, Xavier, and Sylus, the most jealous and possessive of them. Annoying, that's what they are; believing they can win her over, make her remember, make her body react to them.

Pretending became more difficult, not throwing up in the middle of dinners, dates becoming an impossible task, not tearing each other's skin off in boredom or running away on missions and leaving them to their fate. But MC is smart, cunning; she soon learned how to pull the strings and make them feel like rag dolls.

She told them you were important to them, that you would definitely reciprocate if they cared for you and kept you safe, that you were fragile, naive in a dangerous world; it tickled their egos, the male ego of protecting and proving to a potential mate that you can provide for them. Surprisingly, it was Xavier who fell first, admitting that your calmness was irresistible to him. Sylus also followed, comparing you to a nightingale; lilting and delicate. Rafayel was a surprise; being the most possessive of all, he opened his heart to a softer muse, like the sea breeze in the mornings he once said. Zayne remembered what it was like to love you, cozy and comfortable. And Caleb is happy with MC's happiness, although he admits to himself that having you around makes him feel strong, with the purpose of taking care of someone weaker than him.

Her plan may have gone a little too far from what she originally intended, which was to use them to scare you back into her arms and protect you like the hunter she is, but having them around like guard dogs is an advantage she won't waste.

For now, MC is happy to have you where you belong, against her, shared warmth, and— No —

A hand stops in its tracks; Xavier looks like a trapped deer, guilty of being found out. From the shadows emerge Rafayel and Sylus, watching you sleep like two predators contemplating whether to pounce. Zayne enters the room with blankets, and Caleb is already running (quietly) to arrange the pillows behind her so they're both comfortable.

- I want to too - he says, hold both of you in his arms and sleep soundly. But MC won't let anyone but her touch you, not now.

- Don't be selfish, kitty - Sylus purrs, sitting on the corner of the bed - It was a collaborative effort to bring him back -

- Be quiet - Zayne murmurs, covering them both, afraid that his Evol will make them cold. Caleb just watches, silent and alert. If he were a dog, his ears would perk up and his tail twitch.

Rafael is the one who ventures to take a lock of your hair, under everyone's watchful eye and MC's deadly one - Now we're complete -

Silence is the response they all share, one that the boys are proud of having achieved for their beloved, for their new love as well.

MC ignores them; in her world, they're irrelevant, they don't even exist, because her world became whole again when you returned to her shadow, to your place, where she can keep her bird safe in its cage, singing just for her.

As it always should have been and always will be.

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Hi! God, it's been a long time, I hope if you get to this point you'll read my message. Feel free to send requests or comments to my inbox! Please, haha ​​:( Also, I'm working hard on an interactive reading for you as a gift for being 200 followers. You're the best! Lots of love to everyone!

TAGS: @thekingswin

[inarastypewriter]

crackfic (technically smau) of poly li’s x mc x reader

not proofread, suggestive, lowkey vulgar, slight stalking, ooc asf but idc, also cringe but idc, sewerslide jokes? (just rafayel being dramatic asf.) sewerslide is very serious please reach out to a professional or close family or friend if you struggle with this.

no minors. enjoy my brain at 2am :)

[sodapopkiss6]

MILF Mc forcing you to drink her breast milk 🤤

MILF MC x Reader x DILF Sylus

CW: Dom MC & Sylus x Sub reader, dub-con, mommy kink, lactation kink, breastfeeding, praise kink, sorta forced submission, power imbalance, vaginal fingering, oral (F) receiving, P in V, dumbification, not negotiated kink, hmm not sure of what else🤔 reader is very shy and gets easily nervous but is eager to please, also MC is pregnant

For context this is based on my au where ur a babysitter who works for MILF MC and DILF Sylus (here)

You quietly fold clothes while MC sits on the couch a couple feet away from you. Every so often you glance at her, your eyes drawn to her breasts, specifically the pump that slowly fills a bottle with milk. She hums contently, eyes closed and back resting comfortably on the couch. You feel bad intruding this private time, but she always insists it's fine, that she enjoys your company during it.

You glance again, breath hitching when you see her other breast leak milk, it drops to her swollen belly then dribbles down. Your body grows warmer and you unconsciously press your thighs together. You desperately wish to lick it, to follow the trail up to the source and drink to your hearts content.

"My dear"

Your eyes widen and you look up at her.

"Y-yes ma'am?"

"You've been folding that shirt for ten minutes now"

You look down at the shirt then back at her.

"I'm so sorry ma'am I-I was just lost in thought" you say, embarrassment creeping in.

"I noticed" she laughs. "come here sweetheart"

"Huh?" you look at her confused which makes her laugh again.

"You've been working hard, come rest with me"

"No it's okay ma'am I'll finish this, I promise I'm not tired-"

"Come here" she smiles sweetly yet her tone leaves no room for refusal.

You slowly drop the shirt and nervously walk to her. You sit down at a respectable distance, back straight, hands neatly on your lap, head looking down.

"Come closer my dear, you won't be able to taste it so far away"

Your head whips to look at her, your shock evident on your face. Her fingers reach to her perked nipple, squeezing out a bit of milk onto her fingers then she reaches up to your lips.

You blush harder and shake your head, "Ma'am I-"

Her fingers force themselves in, her sweet milk filling your taste buds.

"Shh it's okay my love, I know what you need" she forces her fingers in deeper then pulls back slightly, fingers rubbing against your tongue and lips deliciously.

You feel embarrassed at how easily you give in, for some reason you find it hard to say no to them, and when you do, you quickly change your mind with just a couple words or touches from them.

Your lips wrap around her fingers and you suck a little, eyes looking at hers for approval.

"There we go, see? I know what exactly what my girl needs" she gingerly pats your head with her other hand.

After a couple sucks she pulls her fingers away, a string of spit connecting them to your lips.

"Did it taste good?"

You nod slowly, "...Yes ma'am"

"Have some more then" her hand reaches for her breast, lifting it a little.

Your face flushes, "I couldn't possibly-" you shrink a little looking at her embarrassed "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be doing this"

"But don't you want to? I know you've been curious"

"Yes but.." Your fingers twitch and dig into your skirt.

"Poor thing, always thinking too much" she says, hand reaching up to rub your head. "Isn't it tiring to do that all the time?"

"A little..." you admit quietly.

"You don't have to do that here" she smiles. "Here all you have to do is listen to me, okay?"

Your lips part then close, your eyes avoiding hers. Your fingers play with the hem of your skirt as you think. While it is your first job you're pretty sure this isn't the sort of thing employees usually do with one of their bosses. But thinking back, your relationship with her has never been that profesional, so should you really be surprised when she takes another step closer?

You feel her kiss your forehead and you tense.

"Stop overthinking, when have I ever been wrong, hm?"

"Never" you answer quietly.

"Exactly," she hums. "So turn off that pretty little brain of yours and listen to mommy okay?"

You look at her in shock but she only smiles, her hands already reaching for you. She pulls you on your knees on the couch, one of your hands rests on her shoulder while the other between her legs. Before you can protest, she pushes your head until you're face to face with her leaking nub.

"Go ahead sweetheart don't be shy"

You look up at her flustered, "Ma'am I-"

You're quickly silenced by the taste of her milk, for a moment everything freezes, your mind blanks and when you come back to your senses you're already sucking for more. It quickly fills your mouth, for some reason you can't seem to stop yourself, your body eagerly searches for more. You messily drink, some of it spilling from the sides of your mouth, if your mind was a little clearer you'd quickly clean yourself, but at the moment all you can think about is her.

"You're so cute" she coos. "Such a good girl"

You blush at her words yet continue to drink.

"You deserve an extra reward for being so good for mommy"

You look at her confused until you feel a hand on your thigh, it slowly caresses it's way up until it reaches your panties. With a single pull it rips and she carelessly tosses it aside. Your eyes widen, you had just bought them.

"Ma'am-" you start to pull back.

"-mommy" she chides, "when we're alone that's how you'll address me as"

When you don't respond she gently spanks your clit making you gasp.

"Understood?"

"Yes mommy" you say breathlessly.

"Good girl" she spanks you again this time harder, it feels so good you have to bite down a moan.

She pushes your head back to her breast and you start to suck again. Her other hand starts to tease your entrance then dragging up to your clit, she goes back and forth, spreading your juices across your sensitive skin.

"You look so pretty like this" she gently pinches your clit then rubs. "We can hire you full time, and of course we'd cover your housing and necessities"

Your eyes close at a certain touch, arousal shooting up your body, then open half lidded.

"No more stress about professors, assignments, classmates. Doesn't that sound great?" one of her fingers pushes in, wiggling a little. "Besides a cute thing like you doesn't need a degree"

It feels good, her hypnotizing words, her gentle touch, her warmth. Your body craves it and your mind melts into a comforting fuzz.

"You can be our pretty doll instead, doesn't that sound much better?"

Her fingers thrusts in and out slowly and you mindlessly nod.

"I can dress you up in all sorts of cute outfits, take you to places you've been wanting to go...we can give you everything your heart desires"

You barely register her words but they settle in deep, they overwrite you as if they were the absolute truth. It doesn't need to make sense nor be logical, at least to you. You don't have to understand, only agree.

You continue to draw more milk out of her, moaning and whimpering from her skilled touch and taste. For the first time in a while you feel at peace, like a petal floating over water, light and pliant to the sway of water. You're too lost in sensations, of being a good girl for her that you don't hear the door open nor the footsteps that follow.

Sylus's eyes are quickly drawn to your exposed self, watching his wife's fingers unravel you.

"Am I interrupting?" he smirks amused, as he locks the door.

"Not at all" MC responds, using her free hand to beckon him over.

He casually approaches the couch then bends down to kiss MC slowly.

"Welcome home" she pulls back smiling.

"Thank you," he bends further down to kiss her swollen belly. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm great thanks to our cute little helper" she gingerly pats your head.

"Always working so hard" he meets your half lidded gaze. "As her bosses we should give her a nice bonus, what do you think sweetie?"

"What did you have in mind?" she hums.

Sylus stands straight and searches his pocket for a moment before pulling out a golden plug, the base of it has a vibrant ruby attached.

"It's so pretty! it'll look perfect on her" MC says brightly.

"I'll save it for later" he puts it back in his pocket then directs his attention to your spread folds. You're so wet a puddle has already formed on the couch, each drag of her fingers makes wet squelches echo in the room. Her movements have turned into scissoring motions that try to stretch your tight walls.

You feel another finger probe you, this one thicker, longer and calloused, your arms trembling as you weakly keep yourself up. The finger joins the delicate ones, moving with more intent. Your hips search for their fingers, forcing them in deeper. Every so often your lips part from her nub to gasp for air before you're pushed back to continue drinking.

The amount of fingers increase, stuffing you full and stretching your lips wide. Your clit throbs, swollen and sensitive as their touch never falters. It doesn't take long for you to be close to the edge, you feel so overwhelmed and stimulated, your eyes tear up and twitch shut.

"You're close aren't you?" his voice is low and warm against your ear. "I can feel it"

You rapidly nod and your vision starts to get blurry. With a gasp your head moves to rest on her breast, you whimper and pant feeling the familiar build up along with something else. You don't have time to wonder before you're trembling and cumming on their fingers, waves of pleasure crashing on you. Their fingers continue through it, it feels so good you can't help but feel like cumming again.

Eventually they slow down to a stop, leaving your puffy folds gaping as they pull out. MC looks down at you fondly, pressing a chaste kiss on your head. "Messy girl"

With a loud whine you squirt, fluid bursting between their fingers. You faintly feel an arm keep you up, but you fade in and out of consciousness too much to tell.

Your mind feels blank and your body heavy. You listen to the sound of her heart beat, it's soothing just like her soft voice. You whine and hug her, hiding you face in her chest more.

"You did so good for mommy, taking it all like the good girl that you are." She gently caresses your hair, hugging you carefully.

"Mommy?" Sylus asks, looking at her with a mixture of amusement and intrigue.

MC looks over at him with a small glare.

"Shut up Sylus, don't look at me like that" she huffs.

You feel his hands rub your quivering thighs gingerly, his body pressing closer.

"No need to get so defensive kitten, I'm just curious" he says as he leans over to kiss her, she easily melts into the kiss and sighs.

They continue to kiss, her hand reaching to his hair to pull him deeper. Desire blossoms and he pulls away, you along with him. You look at him confused, a little hurt that he's pulled you away from her but your confusion is quickly replaced by excitement when he places you on your knees in front of her. He parts her legs further and lifts MCs dress until her drenched folds are visible.

Sylus kneels behind you, pushing your upper half closer to her.

"Show mommy how much you appreciate her love"

He slides in a little then places one hand on your hip and the other on the couch. His massive frame completely envelops you like a warm blanket making your body relax at the intrusion.

You obey, mouth quickly getting to work to pleasure her. You alternate between licking long stripes and sucking on her clit. Meanwhile Sylus unbuckles his pants and pulls down his zipper. He takes his time pulling out his length, giving himself a couple strokes before lifting your skirt to rub himself across your folds. You moan against MC, the vibration making her shudder and pull your face closer.

"I'll go in slowly" he whispers.

The familiarity of it makes it easy to adjust to his size, yet no matter how many times you've done it you still feel the stretch.

"That's it, good girl, open up for me"

He pushes in the rest, filling you up completely. For a moment he stays still, letting you feel his warm and twitching length.

"You feel so good sweetheart" he grunts, steadily pulling out before pushing himself back in.

You squirm, the position making him hit your deepest parts. Your body tingles and jerks, you feel a little dizzy from his thrusts.

You try to keep pleasuring MC, sloppily licking and rubbing your face against her. Your face is wet from her juices and her taste blends in with her milk that you drank earlier. Sylus's thrusts grow rougher and your face squeezes more against her. You smell, taste, see and touch her. You kind of feel like a toy being passed between them, and the thought of it only makes you wetter.

You imagine yourself always being ready for them to play with you, awake, sleeping, bathing, eating. Always available for their needs, and in a way it satisfies your needs, or desires. You don't understand it much, but you know you desperately wish to remain by their side.

They wrap themselves around every part of you, a kind of ownership you feel in your soul. You belong to them and you need them, it's a new purpose that makes you feel complete.

Sylus being that dude that nobody invited 😭 jk I felt bad not including him. This was interesting to write idk if anyone is gonna actually like it but I always love expanding my writing and trying different things. Maybe in the next one I'll have reader call Sylus daddy 👀 I was gonna originally on this one but I wanna test the waters first cause I'm lowk scared they will come for my ass. Anyways, I will be working on the requests next! 😝

[tranquil-turbulence]

Double-Shot of Poison (Sylus)

FANDOM: Love and Deepspace

PAIRING: Skye the Fruit Guy (Sylus)/Non-MC Reader/MC

RATING: T

WARNING(S): Pining, jealousy, kissing, SylusMC saw you from across the bar and they like your vibe—

Notes: I've had this written for months. I never posted it because... well, it was during that point in time where people were getting really annoyed by the NonMC fics. Anyway, here's another one. Much fluffier this time!

(There are more that I wrote. I'll post them... sometime. Maybe. If I actually get around to finishing them.)

Taglist: @kingraspberry12-blog

When MC first started bringing Skye around, you didn’t exactly know what to make of him.

He was tall - incredibly tall - and well-built, with a dark sense of mystery about him that moreso intrigued you than scared you. He was charming, with a nice voice and a buttery laugh, and he was terrible at singing, but he was welcome company.

And, well, of course, you weren’t blind to the way he softened with MC.

She’d spent plenty of nights either complaining about him or squealing about some cute thing they did together (you raised your brows in surprise when she told you about the time they painted a bike), and while your friends teased her for hooking up with Skye the fruit guy, you’d known her long enough to recognize when she was in love.

You really couldn’t blame her. Skye was suave, well-dressed, articulate, funny - and apparently his rogue biker look really had some truth to it, if they rode that motorcycle (affectionately nicknamed Blackrose Archfiend).

You were happy for her, you really were.

So then, if you were so happy that she found someone, why did you find yourself falling for him too?

It was easy to crush on him from the way she talked him up. Apparently the fruit business was really lucrative, given their nice dates at reputable restaurants and trips around the country and the vintage wine she had a newfound taste for. She made him sound like the “tall, dark, and handsome” from every romantasy manhua (except for the dark hair). Daring, bold, reserved where it counted, extremely attentive and devoted… he was exactly your type. The guilt that came with this realization made you pull back.

It started small. When she brought him to hangouts, you made excuses to leave. When she said he was coming along, you had a “work emergency” or an appointment you didn’t realize you’d scheduled. If you saw them in public, you pretended you hadn’t noticed them - or you told them that you were on your way to run an errand.

You knew the group was starting to suspect something. You knew MC was starting to become suspicious, and you knew your repeated snubs were starting to hurt her, and it made you feel guiltier. The last thing you wanted was to hurt your oldest friend, but you didn’t feel like you could look her in the eye and pretend you didn’t daydream of either breaking them up or snatching up her boyfriend, or that you were beginning to resent her every time she complained about him. You couldn't reconcile your jealousy of her for having such a wonderful man... and your jealousy of him for stealing her.

You didn’t realize that Skye also kept an eye on you, whenever you couldn’t bail out of a group hangout. His crimson gaze was alert, on-guard, and you could feel the hairs on your body stand on end when you registered its weight on you. But there were times, when you were laughing with your friends or focused on something, that he studied you like you were a mystery he was keen to solve. What made you smile, what made you shy - he wanted to know it all, everything MC hadn't mentioned yet.

And MC was desperate. What had she done? What had made you so cold? The last thing she wanted was to lose you, but she just couldn't figure out what was so wrong. At first, she wondered with horror if you'd found out Sylus's true identity - but no one was ever sent to catch him, nor was she ousted for hosting a fugitive in Linkon - and you never said a word if you had figured it out. So she chalked it up to you just... not liking him. But why? She needed to know. She needed her best friend back.

You didn’t realize you’d garnered so much attention from the people you were trying to avoid.

You didn’t realize there were crows, either.

—————

One evening, a crow tapped at your window, cawing loudly.

With a groan, you got up from your bed, giving it an unimpressed stare as you finally opened the window enough to let him hop in.

“You’re awfully persistent, aren’t you?” You questioned. “I don’t have any shiny things to give you, I’m sorry.”

The crow - Shadow, as you’d nicknamed him, for his pitch-black plumage and piercing red eyes - cawed again and picked at your hair.

Resigned, you sat on your bed and let him settle onto the crown of your head. He’d been doing this more and more lately, ever since the first day you met him in the park and offered him a bottle cap from a drink you’d just finished. He’d followed you home and had pestered you every day since. You’d even considered buying cheap costume jewelry to have something to offer whenever he pecked at your window, but the one time you offered him an earring you’d bought online, he turned up his beak at it. You hadn’t expected him to have a taste for the finer things.

At first, it was like he was testing you. He would stare at you for uncomfortably-long periods of time, tilting his head at you when you spoke, looking around your little place appraisingly. Nowadays he seemed more interested in nesting on your head.

“Just don’t crap on me and you can stay,” you reminded him.

Shadow the crow almost seemed to huff.

You sat there, scrolling through social media, until a text from MC popped up: “I’m coming over!”

What.

You texted back quickly: “When? Why?”

“In five minutes :P” came the cheeky response. Of course she didn’t tell you why.

“I get that we live in the same building, but you can’t just pop in whenever you want,” you groused halfheartedly to yourself as you got out of bed again.

You didn’t bother changing out of your tank top and shorts, didn’t even bother putting on a bra, merely getting out the snack platter from a hangout you’d had the day before and a couple of drinks.

When the doorbell rang, you almost shrieked in surprise when, instead of just MC, Skye towered behind her.

“Hey!” She greeted with a grin.

“Whuh— um, uh, h- hang on,” you spluttered, rushing off with your arms over your chest. “G- go ahead and make yourselves comfortable!”

“Why the hell didn’t she tell me he was coming?” You hissed to yourself, tugging on a large hoodie.

With a sigh, you made your way back out to the living room, where MC and Skye sat together.

“Sorry about that. I wasn’t expecting, uh, to see you,” you sheepishly laughed, gesturing to the man.

“It’s alright.” He responded. “I didn’t exactly warn you that I was tagging along.”

With another halfhearted laugh, you sat down opposite them, and that’s when MC finally seemed to notice the crow that came to perch on your head.

“Mephie!” She gasped, almost angrily. “So this is where you’ve been going?”

You blinked in surprise, habitually tilting your head up to try and see him. “Mephie? What?”

“My crow, Mephisto,” Skye offered.

At the sound of his voice, Mephisto cawed and left your head, fluttering over to perch on Skye’s shoulder.

“Of course you befriended a crow. Of course.” You muttered to yourself, patting down your mussed-up hair. “So… uh, what’s the occasion? You didn’t exactly give me a lot of time to make anything…”

“Just wanted to hang out and talk,” she answered lightly, although her eyes held a determined weight to them. “Starting with the fact that you don’t like my boyfriend, and I want to know why.”

You froze, mid-reach for a grape. “Uh… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You never want to be around him and you always act nervous,” she accused, folding her arms.

“W- well, I mean, he’s— uh, Skye is…” you fumbled for a satisfactory answer for a few seconds before landing on, “... intimidating?”

“Intimidating,” she repeated flatly.

Beside her, Skye’s lip twitched amusedly.

“Yeah, y’know…” you gestured lamely to the tall man currently eating a piece of sausage that seemed comically small in his long slender fingers. “B- besides! I don’t avoid him all the time!”

“Yeah, when I ask you why you’re leaving right when we get there.” MC heaved a sigh. “Look, I’m not mad that you don’t like him. I’m hurt because you don’t want to tell me why. I thought we agreed no boys would come between us?”

“It’s— it’s not that… I don’t like him,” you weakly protested, hands in your lap, twisting your hoodie between your fingers.

MC watched as you struggled for words.

Then, defeated, you sighed. “I didn’t want to betray you with my feelings.” Avoiding Skye’s searing red gaze, you admitted, “I… I like him. Your boyfriend. So I decided to keep my distance.”

There was a long pause.

And then she huffed a quiet laugh. “That’s what I thought.”

“MC—” You started to defend yourself.

“I knew it. I knew there had to be something there.” When she finally looked up, she didn’t look livid like you thought she would - instead, she was triumphant, smug with her smirk and her not-so-subtle nudging of Skye’s arm. “Tara owes me a hundred gold.”

You squawked out some form of a stunned Huh? as Skye laughed, the rich velvety sound rumbling through his chest.

And then you felt something threading along your skin, warm and smoky, and you belatedly remembered that MC had said something about her boyfriend being an Evolver just as wispy tendrils of pure dark energy plucked you from the couch and deposited you right in MC’s lap.

“Wh— uh, what— what was—?”

MC wrapped her arms around your front, firmly keeping you rooted in place as Skye took a slow sip of his drink. Mephisto cawed and fluttered away to perch near the jar of marbles you kept on your coffee table.

“I’m not mad,” she murmured in your ear, her breath tickling and making you instinctively scrunch up that shoulder. “I’m actually kind of relieved. That makes this so much easier.”

Before you could get through your surprise and ask her what she meant, she turned your head to meet your lips in a kiss.

You went rigid for a moment. It was enough time for Skye to hum appreciatively, and as MC broke away from you, he pulled you in for a kiss of his own.

“Sweet,” she praised, running her tongue across her bottom lip before she downed the rest of her drink.

As Skye broke away from you, his eyes seemed to soften at the flush of heat creeping along your cheeks, the daze in your eyes, and the way you softly panted, lips parted. His thumb pressed gently in an arc across your cheek.

“Charming little thing, aren’t you, sweetie?” He mused. “And Mephisto seems taken with you too. We might just have to keep her.”

“We will keep her,” MC corrected, moving her legs to lay across his. “I’ve been wanting to do that since our first year of high school. I’m not waiting anymore.”

“B- but,” you helplessly cut in. “I… don’t understand. I thought you two…”

“We’re soulbound, yeah,” she confirmed, “but nobody said we couldn’t want you too.”

Soulbound? That was a new one. You almost wanted to brush it off as her being a touch dramatic about their relationship, but then Skye nodded in agreement, and you could do nothing but stare in bewilderment. They were seriously that intense?

“Like… literally? Soulbound?” You ventured hesitantly.

MC’s lips pressed into an unimpressed line. “I’m not kidding. I have half of his soul.”

Well, that wasn’t the weirdest thing you’d ever heard, you supposed. It was 2049; horrific monsters like things ripped right out of a horror sci-fi show terrorized the continent, people had fantastical powers that seemed to defy reality itself, and manmade islands floated in the sky untethered to the unforgiving pull of gravity. Why not? Why not this, then?

“We have each other’s souls, but I want your heart,” she implored, resting her forehead against the back of your neck. Her fingers interlaced together under your hoodie and over your stomach, a gentle warmth. “I love you. We love you.”

“... Why?”

She looked mildly offended. “Why? Do I really need a reason to have fallen in love with someone I’ve known for my entire life?”

You heaved a sigh, giving her a flat stare. “Look, MC, no offense to either of you - I believe you just fine. I’m still having trouble accepting that your super hot boyfriend shares that sentiment.”

Skye let out an amused sigh through his nose. “You think too low of me,” he murmured, catching your attention again. As you looked up at him, his fathomless garnet eyes were soft, magmatic and flowing with something yearning. “Along the way, I was pulled into your orbit too. Is it really so hard to believe that I might want you?”

Your face darkened at the intensity in his gaze. And— and was his eye...? “I’ve seen the way you look at each other. Even when everyone’s together, it’s almost like you’re both in your own little bubble.”

MC shook her head, hugging you closer.

“Give us a chance,” she insisted. “Sy— Skye and I are serious about this. Completely serious. In fact… you’re spending the night with us.”

You spluttered, “H- huh? Isn’t that a bit sudden—?”

“Sy, we’re gonna be up in a minute. I’m gonna help her grab some stuff.”

“Alright, kitten.” With an amused look, he leaned in to press a kiss to her temple. And then he turned to you, pausing for a split second before leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Don’t take too long. I’ll get lonely.”

“You have Mephie,” she retorted.

Mephisto cawed in response. He fluttered over to the crown of your head, fluffing his feathers as he let out a chuff of contentment.

MC squinted up at him. “You’re not staying here.”

The mocking sound that came out of the crow’s mouth was very unbirdlike. MC’s brows raised in offense.

You looked helplessly from the bird to the man regarding you both with something almost fond. “Uh…”

Skye huffed a laugh. “Mephisto,” he called.

After a moment’s hesitation, the bird reluctantly let out a grumbled noise and flew back to perch atop Skye’s shoulder. He turned up his beak at MC's victorious smirk.

"C'mon," she implored, tugging your hand as she stepped towards the hall. "Let's get that set we bought together. Plus the matching slippers!"