#yuri x reader

[crazymeepnoob]

"I love you"

Texting the girls Ily then just dipping/not replying right after

I haven't seen much DDLC smau content so I'm filling that void now

[virtual-bunny]

The Experiment

in which your friends from mortkranken ask for your help in an experiment

word count: 5.7k+

pairings: jiro x fem! reader x yuri (not really)

content. MDNI, oral, mating press, non-con (not really only if you squint), squirting, protected sex, vouyerism (on yuri’s part), finger sucking, doggy, fingering, clit stimulation, making out, mentions of scars (on jiro’s part), overstimulation

a/n: HWHEHEHHEHEHE, lowkey only read this once, probably a lot of errors, this probably sucks booty. dedicated too my fellow guild member’s who helped me get out of procrastination *WINK* also why is it so stupidly hard to make the text gradient color. I HATE CODING

“Y/n… are you sure you should go? what if I go with you..?” Kaito asked, walking behind you, Lucas walking beside you as he studied your face. “I will be going too Y/n, Mortkranken is not too trustable these-“

“HEY! WHO INVITED YOU?” Kaito screeched. You sighed, stopping in your tracks, making Kaito bump into you and stumble backwards.

“I’ll be fine guys. I’ve been to Mortkranken multiple times, the only thing I need to worry about is the dead bodies Yuri just lays around.” You shiver at the memory from your first mission with Mort, shaking your head.

“B-but what if Franken-eek! I-I mean Jiro or that mad scientist hurt you?” Kaito looked down at you, worry in his eyes. Lucas had an unreadable look on him, but his brows were knitted in deep thought.

“Kaito- I promise I'll be fine.” You groan, turning around to continue walking towards the Mortkranken building. 

“Y/n wait-" you turned around briskly, annoyed expression in your face as you looked at your taller friends.

“I hate to judge, but please- if anything happens text one of us.” Lucas frowned down at you with a weary smile. Seeing that your friends were genuinely concerned, you sighed. 

“I will, but again, I promise nothing will happen. I know Jiro and Yuri enough, they wouldn’t want to hurt me.” You gave the pair a reassuring smile and started walking away.

Upon entering the Mortkranken house, you were greeted with none other than student’s running around and others in lab coats filling up cups and mixing liquids together. You pass by them, walking towards the door that led you to the official lab that Yuri and Jiro worked at most, if not, all the time.

You knock on the wooden door four times, taking a step back as you heard heavy footsteps at the opposite end.

The door creaks open, and there appears Jiro, his back hunched as he walks out the door to open it for you.

“Oh, Y/n, you’re here.” He nodded at you and gestured for you to come in. You hear the door shut as Jiro leads the way towards the basement lab.

“Hi Jiro!” You say to his back, briskly following behind him as his long legs stomped on the ground.

“Yuri should have everything ready by now,” Jiro says in his deadpan voice, lowering his head as he opened the basement door. You bowed your head to him and walked into the room. You knew only personals could be in here, you felt a little special knowing you were one of them.

The scribble of pen on paper started to ring through your ears as you deeper walked into the basement, turning a corner you were met with Yuri at his desk, scribbling down something on his notepad, eyebrows creased. Jiro walked past you, stepping in front of Yuri’s desk.

“She’s here.” 

With a startled yelp, Yuri jumped from his chair, pen dropping to the floor, his eyes wide.

“Jiro! You could’ve at least told me you were on your way!” Yuri yelled, angry expression on his face as he bent down to pick up his pen. You awkwardly stood behind Jiro, hoping for a moment that Yuri wouldn’t notice you.

“I did-”

“And YOU-”

You squeak. 

“YOU! Did you not see the messages I sent?!” Yuri was now on his feet, picking up papers and other notebooks from his desk and shoving them to the drawer.

“M-messages?” Jiro had stepped away from you, and now you were met with Yuri’s cold gaze as he circled around his desk to stand in front of you.

“Yes. I told you to come with a comfortable outfit, and you’re wearing your UNIFORM!” Yuri exclaims, grabbing the arm sleeve of your vest and dropping your arm. You winced, your head following Yuri as he walked over to one of the many cabinets in the basement.

You watched as he grumbled underneath his breath, digging through the drawers.

“Ah-ha!” Yuri turns around, showing you and Yuri a pair of baby blue pijama shirt and blue plaid pijama pants. 

“Those are mine.” Jiro states, face blank but a hint of confusion in his voice. Yuri glares at him but says nothing, walking to you and throwing Jiro’s clothes at you. Pointing at the corner of the room where there was a small round curtain, Yuri grits, “change.”

While you changed, you could hear Yuri and Jiro talking but couldn’t figure out what they were saying. Folding your clothes and setting the next to the small round table inside the changing curtain, you stepped out, careful to not trip over the pants. Yuri’s voice comes to a stop as he hears you walking back to them, clearing his voice and turning to you.

“Sooo, why exactly am I here for?” You asked, watching as Jiro moved a couch closer to Yuri’s desk, making you frown. Yuri cleared his throat, looking away from you as he gather a new clipboard and pen.

“Well-“

“We are going to have intercourse.”

It’s as if the world stopped turning. You hear nothing but silence for what felt like forever. Yuri’s face was now pink, Jiro standing straight and looking at you with no expression on his face as he let out those words.

“N-no! I-I mean yes! B-But of course- you have to agree and c-consent.” Yuri stuttered, shoving the pen and clipboard he was just holding at you. With eyes wide and mouth slightly hanging open, you looked down at the form in front of you. It read;

“I hereby consent and agree to have sexual intercourse with Jiro Kirisaki; Second year at Darwick Academy from Mortkranken house in order to fulfill an ongoing body experiment to ensure Mr. Kirisaki’s body is able to function correctly.”

You stare blankly at the paper, then slowly looking up to meet both Yuri’s and Jiro’s gaze.

“This test is simply to know if Jiro-kun is able to have sexual intercourse and to see if it can improve his health.” Yuri was bright red, but still (barely) had the confidence he always does in his voice.

“But- I- why- w-why m-me?” You were flustered, or embarrassed, you didn’t know.

“Well, we were going to use a doll but the doll cannot express how it feels, so as inspector, you were one of our only options.” Yuri now had his arms crossed, head held up high, while Jiro, was still standing there unamused.

“B-but, this doesn’t say what I have to do…” You look back at the paper, the only thing left was the sign to write down your signature.

“Because you DON’T have to do anything, u-unless y-you and J-Jiro want to.” Yuri’s face was back to pink, clearing his throat as he looked away from you.

You look back again at the paper.

“I-i-is it… gonna–y’know– h-hurt.” You look at Jiro, then back at Yuri, blinking.

“My penis will not hurt you because we will be using lubricant.” Jiro spoke up, making you and Yuri flinch. The way Jiro spoke so calmly and with no care made you cringe just a tiny bit, but after all he is a… professional, if that’s what you would even call it.

“We do not have a long time honor student. So either sign it or scram.” Yuri was back to glaring at you, tapping his foot impatiently. You, though, still had more questions.

“Doesn’t Jiro have memory loss… how does he know how sex-“

“I tasked Jiro to watch videos.” Yuri puffed out his chest, as if proud of himself.

“YOU MADE HIM WATCH PORN?!” You covered your mouth in shock. 

“WE don’t have enough time for more explanations! Sign the form or LEAVE!” Yuri was now visibly annoyed, you blink, sigh and look down at the form for the millionth time, then signing your name and the date, hoping to God that Zenji was not here. Yuri looked as if he didn’t expect you to do so, but grabbed the clipboard and pen off your hands, setting it on his desk.

“Let us begin.”

Jiro had told you to lay down on the couch he had set up in front of Yuri’s desk, your head was against the arm rest, your legs on top of Jiro’s also as he sat down, settling his hands on top of your legs.

“Now Jiro-kun, remember you FIRST have to build up the steam, then you start going in.” Yuri was sat on his desk, scribbling down something on his notebook. 

“Okay.” Jiro turned to look at you, moving your legs off his lap, then suddenly climbed ontop of you, hovering over you, his glasses somehow sitting still on his nose.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” He says, almost a whisper, and you swore you saw a small smirk trying to appear on his lips. You nod, face hot.

 “O-okay.”

It’s something you have never felt before. Jiro closed his eyes, leaning into you, his lips connecting with yours. His lips were soft but cold, he tasted like nothing, but his smell was musky but also sweet. You closed your eyes finally and started to move your lips too, moving around a bit to be more comfortable. You tried keeping up with Jiro’s rhythm, it was almost as if he was experienced.

“Jiro grab her hips.” You hear Yuri command. Jiro’s cold hands were now at your hips and you swore you felt him squeeze just barely. Out of instinct, you put your hands on Jiro’s shoulders, moving your head to kiss him from a different angle.

Jiro broke the kiss, slightly panting as a string of saliva connected the both of you. You almost moan at Jiro’s face; face barely pink, bangs almost sweaty, and lips red and puffy.

“How was that?” Jiro asked, looking at you but you didn’t feel the question directed at you.

“Not enough, change positions.” Yuri almost demands, but as Jiro sits up, you stay in place, blinking, trying to process what just happened. You hear Yuri say your name but do nothing, and suddenly, you feel two strong arms grab your back, pulling you up, and now, you were face to face with Jiro, straddling him.

“You should move your hips when I kiss you.” Jiro says, no life behind his eyes, but you swear you see a small smirk playing on his lips again.

“Uh-”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence as Jiro crashed his lips with yours, this time with a little more force. You yelp, eyes wide, but then you feel Jiro rubbing your back slowly, making you less tensed. You relax into the kiss, closing your eyes and opening your mouth just slightly, and Jiro took this as an opportunity.

His tongue explored the inside of your mouth, your tongue involuntarily moving along with his. The kiss was loud now, Jiro was now humming, his hands back on your hips, your arms around his shoulders as you pushed yourself closer to his lips.

After a while, Jiro pulled away, his glasses slightly foggy, panting, and his lips wet. You stare at him, your chest heaving, and finally, the smirk on his lips was now fully visible.

“You’re grinding on me.” Jiro almost laughs, and you both look down, and surely enough, your hips were moving. You stop, embarrassment filling your chest. Jiro moves a strand of hair from your face, making you flinch slightly.

“If you’re tense we cannot get to the end of this experiment.” Jiro says back to his normal deadpanned voice. You nod, looking between you and him, slightly moving yourself, and as you did, you gasped as you felt something poke your crotch.

Jiro looked at you, studying your face for something. You look up at him, and you just nod, as if confirming.

“I’m going to take off your shirt now.” Jiro announces, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it up, exposing him to your bare chest and baby pink bra. The cool touch of Jiro’s finger made you slightly flinch, but it also didn’t help that your heart was about to explode out of your chest.

“You have to take off my shirt too.” Your thoughts were silenced as Jiro spoke up, tossing your shirt to the side. You nod, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it up, his hands leaving your hips for just a moment to put his hands up. 

It was not the first time you had seen Jiro’s bare chest. It was covered with scars and toned abs. His shoulders were muscular yet pale. You swallow harshly, your cheeks getting hot as you and Jiro made skin to skin contact. There was a pause, like if the both of you did not know what to do next. 

“Are you wet yet?” Jiro asked, and although you should get used to his abruptness in words, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

“Uh-I-I don’t know.” You say looking away from him. You turn around and see Yuri scribbling down on his note book, but his eyes are on you and Jiro, examining you both. You turn back to Jiro, unable to form words. Jiro hummed, his fingers playing with the waistband of your (his) pants. His hand slides down inside of your pants, making you start breathing heavily. Jiro took his time, his hand hovering over your panties. He could feel the warmth of your pussy already, he didn't cup or touch, just hovered, studying your expressions on your face as you still, refused to look at him. 

“The subject is embarrassed, shallow breathing and dilated pupils.” Jiro notes, and you hear Yuri scribble faster. Something about being… tested on, made your clit throb, knowing that you were part of such a vulgar experiment made you feel like putty. 

You feel one of his fingers slightly caress your inner thigh, moving up and down softly and slow as if studying you. You swallow, looking at Jiro too, the both of you stare at each other, both of your eyes saying many things yet no words come out. 

Then, with his middle finger, Jiro dragged his finger between your folds, up and down. Your breath hitches, hand flying to his forearm. He continued his movements, momentarily stopping at your clit, but not moving. “Are you feeling aroused?” Jiro’s bluntness didn’t surprise you anymore, but all you could do was nod shyly. Jiro continued to rub you, momentarily stopping right at your entrance.

“I am going to insert my fingers now-” 

“W-wait-ah!” One slender finger slides into your pussy, the coldness of Jiro’s finger and the warmth of your insides give you a satisfying feeling. Jiro pumped his finger in and out, studying your expression. 

You throw your head back when Jiro announces he’s gonna insert another finger in you, now tightly holding onto his wrist, panting at the fullness. 

“F-faster.” You whisper, not even sure if Jiro heard you. 

“Okay.” Jiro mummers. You moan out loud at the sudden change in pace, Jiro was so close to that spot, it was driving you instance. Two fingers in you and your pussy was already coating his hand, your white juices spilling out like if they had been held captive inside you for a long time.

Jiro takes his hand off you, looking at his hand, before directing it at his mouth, You and Yuri gasp when Jiro pops one of his fingers into his mouth.

“I don’t feel any sickness.” Jiro turns to Yuri after a second, then Jiro turns to you “You should try to." Jiro doesn’t give you a second to even agree before he shoves his finger in your mouth. You let out a noise of surprise. Jiro chuckled, sliding his finger out of your mouth with a “pop!” and directs his hand back to you cunt, his thumb rubbing up and down on your clit.

“How do his hands feel, honor roll?”

You whimper, still processing hoe bold Jiro was to shove his finger in your mouth, and how, apparently, Yuri didn't notice. As you're holding onto Jiro’s broad shoulders, his attention is on your cunt and his fingers back inside you. The both of you watch the way his fingers slide in out of you, Jiro’s mouth a bit open, but face still emotionless.

“Okay Jiro! That's enough!” Yuri exclaims, and Jiro, looking from you to Yuri, stops, making you whine. 

“That should be enough preparation, both of you, take off your pants.” Yuri motions with his pen, pointing at you after. “Lay down on the other side of the sofa for a better position!” You slowly slide off you (Jiro's) pants, setting hanging them on the couch.

“For this next part of the experiment, Jiro will be giving you oral sex.” You bumped your head with the armrest of the sofa. How can they be so normal about this? Do they not know you feel just a tiny bit of embarrassment? Why are they being so quick? How come-

You feel shuffling underneath you, looking up you see Jiro quite literally almost naked, the only thing covering his body was his boxers. You watch him as he lays down on his stomach, putting his arms under your thighs, and you yelp when he pushes them open and settles his face inches away from your core. You watch as Jiro looks in a trance, his ruby eyes concentrated on your pussy.

But once he feels your gaze on him, he looks up, eyes hooded…

And after a second of just staring at each other, Jiro grins, big, this time an obvious smile on his face, and before you could react, you hear him say;

“Starting oral now.”

Jiro pushes your panties to the side with one finger, and in the next moment, he is licking up from your slit to clit, continuously. You don’t bother to look at him, your head thrown back and hands unsure where to go. Jiro doesn't change his pace, his slow licks reaching your hole. You wanted more, you wanted him to shove his tongue in you, but you didn't say anything. You whine and moan at the stimulation, the way Jiro’s soft tongue is driving you insane. You can feel your stomach burning, your toes curling, your hips moving on their own. 

“F-fu-fuck.” You whimper, unable to keep your hands to yourself any longer, you grab Jiro’s head, grinding yourself on his face. You look down at him, and Jiro is already staring at you, and before you can look away, his tongue starts lapping at your entrance, then Jiro curls his tongue inside. 

You jerk your hips up, a strong hand pressed down on your stomach, stopping you from moving too much. You moan, closing your eyes shut as the pleasurable sensation takes over your body. 

“Y/n! What are you feeling?” You hear Yuri shout, but you can’t even think or process what he is saying, because all your body and mind can think about how Jiro’s tongue feels, how his movements are giving you a type of pleasure you haven’t felt before.

“Aaugh-b-b-burns g-g-goooooood.” You groan, bucking your hips up as Jiro starts licking you again, and after a few more minutes, Yuri tells him to stop. Jiro lifts his face up from your pussy, and the sight of him gives you shivers down your spine. 

Jiro’s hair was messy, his eyes were dilated, his mouth and chin were glistening, his cheeks were red, and his nose had a small glint of white liquid. 

You pant, unable to move or think. You were so close, so so close.

“We will now continue with penetration. If it hurts, if you feel any signs of discomfort, let us know.” Yuri walks over to Jiro, handing him a condom and a bottle of what you could guess was lube. Jiro sits up, grabbing the items from Yuri. Jiro and you make eye contact as he puts his thumbs around his waist band, and slowly, pulls down his boxers.

You almost gasp as his cream colored cock sprung up, a very soft smack hitting his stomach. Jiro’s dick was long, veiny and almost thick enough to not fit. His tip was the perfect shade of blushy pink with the base creamy white, and his balls were hanging low, almost heavy. You couldn't help but look back at him, eyes hooded, almost pleading. Unconsciously, you began to open your legs more, and Jiro doesn’t waste time pulling his boxers all the way down and settling directly between your legs.

“If at any moment you need to tap out, just say so.” Yuri says causally as you hear Jiro open the bottle of lube. He looks at you and hovers the opening of the bottle above your entrance. 

“It’s going to be cold.” He says deadpanned and squeezes out the liquid. You watch as the lube slides down to your pussy, and gasp when Jiro uses two fingers to spread it around. Your breath hitches at the feeling, closing your eyes for a second, but when you open them, you see Jiro opening the condom and sliding it on his dick. 

You prop yourself again, realization and nerves kicking in as you stare at the ceiling. 

“Hey,” your thoughts are interrupted by Jiro calling out to you. You move your head and make eye contact with him. Your heart skips a beat when he leans down to your ear, his breath tickling your neck. 

“It’ll help you release stress.” Jiro grabs the base of his dick and starts sliding inside you. You whimper, your hands covering your mouth as the forging feeling takes over your body. You feel so stretched out as Jiro slowly keeps sliding inside you. You pant, head thrown back as he pushes his hips towards you slowly, the burning stretch almost making you cry.

“Pest, speak, what are you feeling.” You hear Yuri ask. You groan, eyes opening, looking at Jiro involuntarily and you almost come right there, Jiro’s face was flushed, his bangs sticking to his forehead and his pupils blown. He looks at you and says nothing, expression unreadable.

“F-feels stretched,” You whimper as Jiro moves deeper, and then you realize that he’s not even half way in. You want to scream, you feel so full it hurts, but it hurts so good. Jiro pushes in deeper and you squeak, hands trying to grab anything, and with one final push, Jiro hits your cervix, stretching you out fully like you’ve never had.

And as he feels you clench around him, Jiro groans, throwing his head down. Yuri is fast to notice this and speaks up.

“Jiro-kun! What is it? What are you feeling?" Yuri is about to leave his desk and walk over to the two of you, but both you and Yuri almost gasp when Jiro slowly moves his head up, a grin on his face and fucked out face.

“She’s tight.” 

Jiro pulls out, and slowly slams back to you, his tip hitting your cervix painfully and repeatedly slow. You moan, grabbing the back of the armchair as your body jiggles at Jiro’s rhythm. Jiro sits up straight, his hand moving to your hips without warning and gets a better grip on your body. You buck your hips, the change in angle making the both of you groan. 

“F-fuck.” You cry out, your body unconsciously fucking his cock. You're desperate, wanting something more.

“J-Jiro.” You whimper, small tears starting to form in your eyes as the pleasure becomes unbearable, you feel like you’re going insane.

And Jiro knows. He knows by the way he can almost feel your guts. He knows by the way you suddenly grip his forearms. He knows by the way your eyes are starting to get foggy in lust.

“Change positions. You, now hover above Jiro and sit on his… penis.” Yuri suddenly says, whispering the last part. When Jiro hears this he stops almost instantly, and you whine, almost kicking your feet as Jiro pulls out, leaving you empty. Jiro looks at you, helping your wobbly legs up as he sits down, man spread on the couch, waiting for you to sit on him.

With slow movements, you slowly lower yourself down on his cock, your hands grabbing his broad and strong shoulders as the new stretched feeling overrides you. You moan, throwing your head back and back arching as Jiro’s cock nuzzles comfortably on your sweet spot.

“If you can’t bounce anymore, don’t worry, I can do it for you.” Jiro whispers in your ear, and once he does, his hands are on your hips as he guides you up and down on his dick, hitting the same spot over and over.

You hid your face on his neck, arms around his neck as your hips moved up and down uncontrollably, almost desperate l. You could hear Jiro’s breathing hitch every time your hips slam back down. You were like an animal in heat, the pool of saliva starting to form in your mouth quickly at the sensation.

You bounce on him, shakily and embarrassed as Jiro is practically staring at you. You could see it in his eyes he was feeling something, but he didn’t say or do anything, just kept his hands in your hips as you cried dumb on his dick.

“Change position again. Jiro-kun, do the same position as before, but this time put her legs up.” Yuri speaks up, and you groan again, just wanting to stay in just one position. Your body was tense and your pussy and clot were beating, waiting to have this tension be released.

You were back under Jiro, except this time, he had your legs rested on his shoulder as you cried at the mean mating press he had you in. You hair was starting to stick in your face from your sweat and tears as you felt the inside of your body turn.

You were so into the feeling that you didn’t even notice Jiro was now panting heavily and moaning and groaning ever so softly. His glasses were gone now, his ruby eyes staring at you, his mouth open with a small twitch on the corner of his mouth.

“J-Jiro.” You moan, without even thinking, you reach to grab his hips. You feel the softness and toughness of his scars, without thinking to gently rub them; and all of the sudden, Jiro moans out loud, his hips stuttering and stop mid thrust. You and Yuri quickly look up to look at Jiro, and you are quick to take your hand off and Yuri basically teleports next to Jiro to look at his scars, gauze and stitch already in hand, but to Yuri’s surprise, nothing is open, there is no blood.

Jiro looks at you puzzled, then slowly turns to Yuri. “I… I think her touching my scars… gives me excitement.” Jiro says deadpanned. You and Yuri freeze. You’re not sure how to react, but curiosity won and you slowly caressed the scar again. Both you and Jiro moan, Jiro moans at your touch, and you as Jiro thrusts in you.

“K-keep doing that.” With another thrust, Jiro continues fucking you, bending your legs more forward, making you cry out as you grip on his hip, thumb messily rubbing his scar. You can hear Yuri scribbling down on his notepad and his footsteps leaving.

Jiro groans softly as your legs start to quiver, eyes rolling back and gasping when Jiro angles his col and hits your g spot repeatedly at a brutal pace. The air in your lungs gets knocked out, you start clawing at his arms, nails digging deep in his muscled arms. You could feel your body heat up, the smack of your body and Jiro’s becoming sticky.

“A-augh- Ji-Jiiiroooo-s-so g-goooood-“ you cry out, feeling your core starting to burn, you squeeze around him, and Jiro almost bottoms out, he’s panting heavily, his eyes glued on you. “Do that again.” Jiro rasps out, and you and Yuri look at him nervously.

“D-do-oh fuck- do what?” You question, a whine ripping out of your throat as Jiro moves your body so now you are laying on your side.

“Squeeze me.” He looks down at you, his thrusts never stopping.

So you squeeze, at least you think you do, because Jiro starts fucking you faster, this time with more need and more energy. You let out a wanton moan, covering your mouth and eyes going wide, but with the way Jiro is pounding into you like his life depended on it, you scream, gushing out liquid before you could even process it.

Your body shakes, thigh violently trembling and hand going up to Jiro’s arm in a way to stop him as he fucks you through your orgasam, but he doesn’t stop even when you keep on moaning, he doesn’t stop even when you feel like your body is about to break, because after all, this was about him.

Yuri stands up quickly again, walking to examine the both of you. He stands behind where your head is resting as he watches Jiro rub your clit in fast circles, his hips snapping into you. You feel like you're about to break, you don’t know how much you can handle, your hands are grabbing anything they can for some sort of comfort, you grab onto two arms, you hear something drop but you don’t pay any mind to it. The hands you grab are pulled by you closer, setting them on your boobs. Orgasam tears spill from your eyes as two cold hands shakily stay put holding your chest, you squeeze the hands, making them squeeze your boobs, and you moan again, the build up in your core starting again.

Your pussy was squelching at every thrust Jiro made, your pussy a white mess. Jiro didn’t stop, but in a second his movements became slower, making you open your tired eyes. That’s when you realized, Jiro’s hands were holding your hip and leg. You look up, only to see a stunned and red faced Yuri looking down at you. You’re not sure at first what he looks so stunned about, until you realize that the hands that are cupping your tits are Yuri’s. You don’t say anything, you just let go of his hands, and he slowly pulls away too, bending down to grab his clipboard as Jiro pulls you closer to him, and without any warning, your second orgasam hits, white liquid spilling all over Jiro’s stomach and legs. 

Jiro looks up, still pounding into you. “Focus, Yuri.” Jiro says, moaning softly at your gushy walls. Yuri gulps, turning away and going back to his desk.

You can feel your body going limp, and it’s clear Jiro does too, because next thing you know, he’s pulling out of you, moving your body so now you’re on all fours. And as you feel Jiro slowly sliding back in, you whine, throwing your head back to his chest. Jiro sneaks his hand over your chest, cupping your boobs, while the other arm bubs your chest, holding you up. 

The rhythm of your breath, his hips, and his quiet moans fill up the room. You can’t hear Yuri scribbling anymore, you can’t hear yourself anymore, you can’t think anymore.

Your bliss was interrupted by Yuri’s screeching voice.

“Honor roll! Focus” Yuri snapped his fingers, pen held with his other hand. “What are you feeling?” You gasp and arch your back more, eyes screwing shut at how Jiro’s cockhead kept hitting that certain spot.

“G-good. F-feels like- ahl-like pressure but-mmm- good-!” You let out a wanton moan, feeling Jiro’s cock twitch inside your cunt. You refused to look back at Jiro, him not having his glasses on made him look like a completely different person, it didn’t scare you, but you knew if you looked at him, you would cum sooner than you wanted, again.

“Jiro, how do you feel? Any signs of sickness?” Yuri doesn’t look up from his notepad as he vigorously writes something down. Jiro slowly pushes himself in and out of you, his mouth a gape. 

“No, I don’t. I feel perfectly fine.” He groans, pushing his cock back right into you.

You cry out as another short orgasam hits you, cross-eyed and dazed almost cartoonishly once you do. Your throat ripping with a sob at the feeling of Jiro’s cock going a few inches deeper, even though he wasn’t even trying to go deeper. You were so overstimulated that you only could chant his name.

Yuri, on the other hand, had no idea what to do. It was clear neither you or Jiro were in the “experiment state” anymore, so all Yuri could do was focus and watch both your actions and scribble them down.

“Ah-hah-” Jiro panted, turning you around again so he was hovering above you again, looking down at your fucked out face. He reached out to your face and moved a hair strand out of the way, slowly caressing your check with his pointer finger before he dragged it down to your mouth. You instantly opened your mouth and sucked his finger, tongue swirling and licking it. 

“J-Jiro-Jiro-” you chanted his name, at this point, you had no clue or cared what Yuri was telling you, you were only focused on how good Jiro was hitting your spot. You feel Jiro lean down to your war, his breathing becoming raspier, his thrust becoming slower.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” He whispers in your ear, and then he thrusts harder and deeper, another orgasam builds inside you as Jiro’s thrusts become desperate. 

“F-fuuu-fuck! Mmm- J-Jiro, m-more!”  You don’t even know what you’re saying anymore. Jiro chuckles dryly and looks down at you.

“Yeah?” He asks, and then he cums, hard. Jiro thrusts into you with force, pushing your hips closer to his as he comes inside you with the condom still on. You gasp and cum for the nth time, this time your heart was beating fast. Jiro buried his cock deep inside you, and when both of your orgasams calmed down, Jiro’s breath became heavy. He looks down at you and moves more hair out of your face. His hands lingers on your cheek, and as he lets himself keep his touch on you, Jiro slowly turns to look at Yuri, chest heaving, bangs sweaty and sticky, and Yuri who looked too flushed to even think.

“Experiment successful.”

[thequietkid-moonie]

Something you have no chance of understanding

𝆹𝅥 Yandere drabble

𝆹𝅥 Fiona Frost, Yor Briar, Loid Forger, Yuri Briar (SPY X FAMILY)

𝆹𝅥 their biggest fear (regarding their darling)

Fiona Frost

Fiona fears that her darling may choose someone else over her. There is no way she would doubt her capabilities and skills, she has devoted her life to her work and don't doubt that she is more than enough to not only provide and keep safe her darling but also to make them happy, however Fiona still feels like she needs to prove herself so her darling will choose to love her willingly and with that in mind the posibility of her darling may not choosing her it is not completely ruled out and it is torturing her

Yor Briar

Yor fears that she will not be enough for her darling. No matter how skilled and strong she may be there is always room for the insecurities and doubts in Yor's mind, she wants nothing more but to be able to have a happy life with her darling, to be able to be her darling's family and safe space but because of that same wish is that she doubts herself a lot, everything she have done so far was just to protect her family and she has never been able to value herself far from that so she doesn't really see why she would be enough for her darling, wich terrifies her

Loid Forger

Loid fears the day he will have to choose between his work and his darling. For the longest time he had nothing but his job, he have devoted his life to his job, to do everything that it is in his power to stop what have terrorized and destroyed his childhood, in his plans was never falling in love with his darling but it happened, without even noticing or planning it his darling became an essential part of his life, something that makes him doubt putting his life at risk, something that makes him wish to have a normal life to be able to stay at your side, something that definetly will interfere with his job at some point

Yuri Briar

Yuri fears that the political situation will end up hurting his darling. There is nothing in this world this man wants more than being able to bring peace and happiness for the two people who means the world to him, Yuri wants to be able to provide his darling with nothing but the best, to shower his darling in love, to be able to create a place where his darling will never have to fear nor lack anything, but because of his job he knows some of the worst part of humanity, he knows what scum looks like and the idea of his darling suffer from it terrifies him just as much as make him feel more determinated to change it

[rekino2114]

Can I ask for headcanons of having a videocall with the ddlc girls late at night and Y/N ends up falling asleep in front of the camera after hours of talking.

Falling asleep on a videocall with the ddlc girls

A/n:this request was actually what inspired me to add this scenario to the prompt list. Also i hope you don't mind that I did small oneshots instead of headcanons I thought it fit more

Monika

"I love you so much"

"Awww how cute, I love you more"

"No i love you more"

"Nope I love you 100 times more"

"Then I love you 1000 times more"

"And then i do 1 milion times more"

"Eheh alright monika you win this time"

"Of course, there's no one in the world that loves someone else as much as I love you"

You giggled again and yawned, starting to notice your growing tiredness

"What time is it?"

"Not late enough to stop calling"

"You really want to keep going?"

"Oh I can keep going all night baby~"

".......why did you have to say it like that"

"Cause it was funny"

"If you say so"

You yawned again and rubbed your eyes

"Are you starting to feel tired? It's really a shame I'm not there to cuddle you"

"....hm.....yeah"

"I bet you'd fall asleep immediately if I started to wrap my arms around you eh?"

Monika waited for a couple of seconds for you to answer but you didn't, when confused she took a better look at the screen she understood why, your eyes were closed

"......oh my god did you actually fall asleep?"

When she again got no answer she giggled softly before starting to speak more quietly

"I guess my mere presence was enough to make you so relaxed and comfy that you'd take a nap, well see you tomorrow my sleeping love"

She was about to end the videocall before she heard one last thing that caused her heart to jump

".....hmm......Monika......."

As soon as she heard you utter her name in your sleep Monika's eyes widened and she blushed

"......wait did they just-"

".....I....love you too"

".....a-are they dreaming about me?"

After the initial shock Monika got filled with nothing but pure euphoria

"Awww that's super adorable I need to record this"

She proceeded to do just that the next time you said her name as she quietly squealed because of how cute you were

"The thought that they're dreaming of me, just me, they love me so much that even in their dream they're still thinking of me... that's so amazing and cute"

She looked at your sleeping face for a bit before actually ending the call

".....you know y/n maybe you do love me just as much as I love you"

Yuri

Yuri loved reading especially in the late evening, something about reading a dark horror book in darkness only illuminated by a lamp light fit perfectly with the vibe of her favorite novels. So she often called you so you could be with her even if not physically while she read, reading with you did always feel better than reading alone after all

"I think I'm going to read one more chapter and then go to sleep after this"

"Alright I'll just sleep immediately after the call instead probably"

"Oh are you feeling tired?"

"Not tired enough to stop talking to you"

Yuri blushed and smiled at you

"Thank you.....i-if you don't mind could you keep me company while I read....o-only if it's fine with you of course i'd hate for you to stay up only because of me"

"Don't worry Yuri it's totally fine, I love you and If my amazing girlfriend wants me to stay with her for a bit more then who am I to say no?"

"....t-thank you y/n you really are wonderful"

"The wonderful one is you yuri"

The purple haired girl blushed and smiled again, she picked up the book and started reading it mostly in a quiet whisper voice that only helped to increase the sleepiness you were already feeling

When she finished she put the book down on the bed and turned back towards her phone

"OK I'm done y/n, this chapter was pretty good I think I'm gonna be able to finish the book in the next couple of days......y/n? Is everything ok?"

She looked more closely at her phone and noticed that you had fallen asleep

"O-oh......t-they're asleep......they did say they were tired so I should have probably seen this coming"

She looked at the screen again this time starting to notice the features on your sleeping face, her blush grew even more as she kept staring for a while

"......their sleeping face looks so cute and beautiful though.....w-would they mind if I took a picture.......i-i'm sure they wouldn't"

Still very embarrassed Yuri proceeded to take a screenshot of your face and stare at it for a bit before realizing you were still on call with her

"O-oh....w-well goodnight y/n....s-see you tomorrow......i-i love you"

Not even she knew why but she blew a kiss at the screen and ended the call

Sayori

You and sayori often videocalled when you couldn't be physically near each other, she claimed that she couldn't stay away from your adorable face for long and you felt similarly to her even if you think that's just an excuse because you videocall even after a whole day spent together

"What did you think of my poem today?"

"It was great, while I'm not Monika i can say you've definitely improved your writing"

"Eheh thanks maybe it's because I always think of you when I write"

"Really? That's adorable"

You and sayori laughed at the same time before also yawning in the exact same moment

"Oh that totally confirms that we're soulmates!"

"What does?"

"The fact that we yawned at the same time"

"I'm pretty sure it's just because it's late"

"Pfft come on it's not that late"

"Really? What time is it?"

".......a totally normal time for partners to be videocalling each other"

"......sayori...what time is it?"

She gave up and lowered her head

"Almost midnight"

"Seriously!? How did i not notice? It's way too late"

"No way it's not that late"

"We have school tomorrow sayori we can't keep calling each other forever"

".......fine"

You felt that she was sad and so started to feel bad for her

"If it makes you feel better we can keep the call going for a little more"

"Really?"

"Yeah if it makes you happy"

"Thank you so much y/n I love you"

"I love you too sayori just 15 minutes at the maximum though"

"That's fine, we can speak a lot in 15 minutes"

And that's exactly what you did, at least for the most part of the 15 minutes, sayori ranted about whatever crossed her mind and you nodded in agreement, the more she kept talking the more tired you got and you ended up falling asleep, sayori didn't notice at first too lost in her own words until she did

"Don't you agree y/n?........y/n?"

Sayori actually looked closer and saw your closed eyes

"....wait is y/n asleep!?...is it my fault? Did my ranting bore them?"

Her negative thoughts got swarmed out by all the memories of you telling her how much you loved her talking about the things she loved

"No I'm sure it's not that, they were probably just *yawn*....tired....well I guess that makes two of us"

As she thought about what to do sayori couldn't help but focus on your face, you really did look cute asleep

"....well y/n never said anything about continuing the call while we were asleep, I'm sure they won't mind"

And so sayori put her covers on and put the phone in charge near her nightstand so that it wouldn't run out of battery during the night

"Goodnight y/n, this way we're kinda sleeping next to each other"

She smiled at your image on the screen and went to sleep thinking of what you'd do once you woke up "together" tomorrow

Natsuki

".......why am I still calling you again?"

"It's cause you love me"

Natsuki pouted, she was about to yell but she was too tired to do it so what came out sounded more like a whimper

"...idiot"

"Eheh you're so cute when you're sleepy"

"I'm not sleepy"

"Sure whatever you say"

"If anything you're the one who's sleepy"

"What makes you think that?"

"...I'm pretty sure your eyes are about to close any minute now"

"No they're no- *yawn*"

".............."

"........what?"

"I would say I told you so but I'm not sure you would even be awake long enough to hear it"

Proud or her joke natsuki smirked slightly as you lightly glared at her

"Whatever"

"If you really wanna fall asleep just do"

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"I mean.....just sleep it is pretty late after all"

"Won't you be mad?"

"Why would I be mad at you falling asleep, it's not like you do it on purpose"

"I guess I thought it would be rude"

"You really are an idiot sometimes, I'll just end the call once you sleep"

"....well if you don't mind I guess it's fine"

You awkwardly looked around and started getting ready for bed, once you finished you got under the covers and took the phone

".....this feels weird"

"you're right, it's kinda like we're falling asleep together but not really"

"Yeah"

You two looked at each other beyond the screen awkwardly

".....so why don't you just end the call now?"

"Eh?"

"I mean you said you would.....or do you wanna watch me fall asleep?"

Natsuki blushed and this time actually yelled

"S-shut up, of course not!"

"Then end the call"

"..............."

"OK i got it, don't worry i won't tell anyone you love me this much"

Natsuki could only roll her eyes in embarrassment and disapproval as you placed the phone near you

"Good night tsuki I love you"

".....yeah"

Natsuki kept looking at the screen until you fell asleep, she stared at your face for a while before she actually ended the call

".....good night y/n....I love you too"

[mbruben-stein]

Me again

I forgot to specify my request so here it is again. I wanted to ask if you could write headcanons for Victor, yuri, yurio and phichit with a constantly injured skater! reader. Reader is very fast paced, overachieving and hates taking breaks which is why they often end up with sprains or super sore muscles that take days to weeks to recover. It's more specific, sorry about that. As said, I just really love your writing

Yuri on ice boys dating Injured Overachiever Skater reader would include?

Victor Nikiforov

You were the type who couldn’t sit still, even when the pain in your ankle screamed for mercy. While others rested between sessions, you were already back on the ice tape barely dry, staring down your own exhaustion like it was something to conquer. Victor admired that fire in you; it reminded him of himself when he was younger and terrified him all the same.

He’d tease you first, of course. “You’re incredible,” he’d say with that lilting tone and gleam in his eyes, “but if you break your leg, I’m not choreographing a wheelchair routine.” He meant it half-seriously, half as a way to make you laugh because Victor’s way of caring was rarely straightforward.

The first time he caught you trying to hide a limp, he didn’t raise his voice. He just skated backward in front of you, smooth as silk, eyes lifting slightly as he said, “You know, even champions have the sense to rest when their bodies ask them to.” When you ignored him, he quietly stepped closer, adjusted your stance, and whispered, “You won’t get faster if you destroy yourself before you peak.”

Victor isn’t a natural caretaker in the traditional sense he’s bad at fussing, terrible at emotional messes, and tends to fumble through worry with overwhelming affection instead. But with you, he starts learning the quiet parts of care: showing up with ice packs, pretending to “accidentally” leave his massage roller by your chair, or scheduling a “joint recovery day” where he coincidentally insists on low-impact practice.

When you groaned about being benched, he’d grin and stretch beside you. “Then let’s work on choreography,” he’d say, matching your restless energy in a way that redirected it instead of scolding it. Victor knows the ache of wanting to move, he’s addicted to motion, too, so he never asks you to stop being you. He just insists you learn to pause more elegantly.

He secretly documents your injuries like data not because he’s obsessive, but because it helps him understand your limits in choreography. When designing new movements, he’ll adjust transitions or angles to take pressure off your previous weak spots. He never tells you outright that he’s doing it, though; in his mind, “adaptation” feels more romantic than “protection.”

On days your frustration turns into self-blame, he doesn’t always have the perfect comforting words. Instead, he’ll skate beside you, silent and fluid, showing instead of speaking that beauty and control can coexist with mistakes. “You don’t have to fight the ice every time, my love,” he murmurs one evening. “Sometimes it’s enough to dance with it.”

When you finally let yourself rest, Victor becomes visibly softer. He thrives on your energy but also loves when you let him pamper you brushing your hair back, wrapping you in one of his endless trench coats, his tone dropping into that rare, genuine quiet. “You burn so beautifully,” he says once, “but I want to see you shine for a long time.”

The funniest part? He’s just as bad as you. You’ll catch him pushing through his own sore joints or skipping meals while sketching choreography, and when you call him out, he’ll flash that disarming smile. “I’m simply following your example, dear coach.” It becomes your running joke two stubborn prodigies learning to slow down because of each other.

Yuri Katsuki

Yuri notices everything about you even before you do. The moment you start favoring one leg or wincing slightly during landings, his brows pinch behind his glasses. He doesn’t say anything right away; instead, he quietly watches you try to push through it, hoping you’ll stop on your own before he has to step in.

You rarely do. That’s when he sighs, sets down his water bottle, and glides over to you mid-practice. “You’re limping again,” he says softly, not as a critique but as a confession of worry. He’s not trying to embarrass you, but his concern always slips through his tone.

He’s the kind of partner who will lecture you while tending to your injury: wrapping a bandage around your knee, icing your ankle, gently scolding you under his breath. “You can’t outperform gravity, you know,” he says with a small, fond smile, his voice trembling just slightly because he hates seeing you in pain.

If you shrug it off say something like, “It’s just a sprain, I’ll be fine by tomorrow,” he looks at you for a long, silent moment before sighing again. “That’s what you said last week.” Then, he tucks a blanket around you anyway, because Yuri Katsuki is powered more by quiet persistence than confrontation. You’ve learned that his stubbornness can rival your own.

Whenever you’re forced to rest, Yuri sits near you, laptop open, analyzing both his and your previous performances. He mutters small notes to himself, sometimes asking your opinion mid-analysis. It’s his way of helping you feel still useful and part of the process even while you can’t train.

You often catch him trying to trade places with you emotionally taking on your frustration as if he could bear it for you. When you pout about missing ice time, he tells you it’s okay to rest, but his expression betrays that he’s feeling your disappointment in his chest too.

During recovery days, he insists you at least join him at the rink to watch him skate. He does this partly because he knows you get restless, but also because your presence steadies him. He skates smoother when you’re watching, even when he pretends it’s not about you.

Sometimes, after practice, you catch him looking at you with a soft, worried fondness. “You remind me of myself,” he admits once, voice barely louder than the echo of skates on ice. “Too scared to stop, but forgetting that resting isn’t failing.”

You tease him that he sounds like Victor when he says things like that, and he blushes, but secretly, he hopes that one day, you’ll take his advice the same way he learned to take Victor’s: as love disguised as patience.

Yuri Plisetsky

You’re always moving sprinting from practice to practice, pushing your body way beyond its limits. To you, pain just means you’re “progressing.” To Yuri, it means you’re being a “reckless idiot.” He’ll lecture you mid-ice, arms crossed, pointing out that “even cats know when to stop before they break something.”

Whenever you show up to training with a limp or wrapped wrist, Yuri immediately gets irritated not because he doesn’t care, but because he cares too much. You can practically see the vein in his forehead twitching as he mutters, “Are you trying to destroy your career?”

He’ll pretend he doesn’t notice your injuries at first. But later? You’ll find he’s swapped your skates with a pair that have been slightly dulled to prevent you from pushing too hard, or told Yakov you should “focus on flexibility” for the week (his code for: you’re benched until I say so).

If you’re nursing a serious sprain, Yuri will make a huge show of being annoyed grumbling about how he “has better things to do than babysit a stubborn maniac.” Yet he’ll be the first one dragging you to ice baths, cooking you food because “you can’t move anyway,” and checking if you’re doing your stretches correctly.

You try to hide pain from him, but he’s unbelievably perceptive. The moment your landing falters or your spin shortens a millisecond, he’ll call you out. “You’re slowing down. Are you hurt again?” And you know there’s no point lying.

Despite his bluster, Yuri sees himself in you someone burning to prove their worth, terrified of falling behind. When you ignore your injuries, he doesn’t just get angry; he gets scared. You remind him that even the most talented skaters can break themselves if they never pause.

If you actually let him take care of you (which takes a lot), he softens dramatically. He sits beside you while you ice your ankle, scrolling on his phone but occasionally nudging your shoulder. “Don’t get used to this. Next time, I’m gonna make you wear a helmet or something,” he mutters which, in Yuri-speak, means please stop hurting yourself.

He finds your drive inspiring even if it infuriates him. When he watches you skate after recovery, there’s a spark of admiration in his eyes. He won’t say it aloud, but later you’ll hear him quietly bragging to Otabek: “They are insane. But they never quits. I respect that.”

When you finally start learning to rest, you catch him disguising his pride with insults: “Wow, you’re actually using your brain for once. Miracles do happen.” But his smirk is softer, his tone warmer. You’ve earned his trust and his quiet relief.

Phichit Chulanont

Phichit notices your limp before you do. You’re still stretching, insisting it’s just tightness, but he’s already crossing the rink with that concerned grin camera in hand, because he’s definitely about to take a “Day One of You Being Stubborn” selfie.

He doesn’t scold you, even when your coach does. His approach is soft but firm. “You don’t need to prove you’re unstoppable,” he says while gently untying your skates. “Everyone already knows you are.”

He becomes your unofficial physical therapist. Ice packs, compression wraps, warm towels from the vending machine at the rink Phichit has them all ready like it’s part of a routine. He even labels the ice packs ‘For Disaster You’ in Sharpie.

You hate sitting still, so Phichit brings the world to you. When you’re benched, he FaceTimes everyone at the rink and starts a chaotic livestream with commentary like, “And here’s our local hurricane pretending that they are not injured again!”

He secretly times your recovery periods just so he can make progress slideshows. You protest when he shows you, but secretly love how much detail he puts in. “See?” he says, swiping through pictures, “you recovered faster this time because you actually rested one day longer.”

When you push yourself too far and end up barely able to move, Phichit doesn’t get angry. He just sighs, smiles, and sits beside you, phone raised for another goofy selfie captioned ‘Still faster than logic.’ Then he takes your hand and says, “You can’t catch your next goal if you burn yourself out before you get there.”

Despite your tendency to overwork, he never makes you feel weak for needing rest. Instead, he reframes it like another form of training: “Recovery is a skill too, you know. You’re just bad at that event,” he teases, helping you lie down and tucking your jacket around you.

During joint practice sessions, he keeps pace with you sometimes racing, sometimes deliberately slowing you down with chatter about Thailand, new filters, or random skating trivia. You realize later that it’s his way of giving you unplanned breaks without having to argue you into them.

After each injury, he makes you a “comeback reel” with clips of your best moments. It’s never overly sentimental just full of energy, edits, and that signature Phichit brightness, but it always hits you deep. You start to see rest not as losing time, but as recharging your highlight reel.

He once made a rule: if you have to ice an injury, he gets to choose a movie. The result? An entire series of Thai comedies and silly animated films you end up watching together, your leg propped up while Phichit steals your blanket halfway through.

He tells you often, “You don’t have to go fast to be amazing.” And the way he says it quietly, without his usual playfulness makes you believe him, even if part of you still aches to prove you’re unstoppable.

On your good days, when you finally skate pain-free again, Phichit cheers louder than anyone. He films it, of course then immediately runs over, sweeping you into a ridiculous spin before you can protest. “See?” he grins, eyes sparkling. “Worth the wait.”

[paddling-dawn]

# 𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑾.

would they meow for you?

𓈀 pairing. limbus company x gn!reader

𓈀 cw && tw. ooc

⌈⌕⌋ . . . i feel silly

they would be momentarily taken aback by the question, but would soon agree with unexpected enthusiasm. they might even do it in a teasing - perhaps flirtatious - manner, just to catch a glimpse of your flustered reaction. after that, you might occasionally find them meowing at you here and there with utter shamelessness.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 RODION, don quixote, HONG LU, sonya, KROMER.

generally speaking, however, you’d have to go through several rounds of persuasion before coaxing that ridiculous sound out of their mouth. when it finally happens, it’s either the grumpiest, lowest; or the shyest, smallest “meow” known to mankind. will they ever do it again? no. unless there are. . . certain treats involved.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 HEATHCLIFF, yi sang, dante, SINCLAIR, gregor, effie, yuri, saude.

meow? what are you, a toddler? in other words, even if you dragged them through hell and back, a no would still be a no. you can try again if you wish - just be prepared to be shut down. take that as you will.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 FAUST, ryoshu, meursault, ishmael, outis, VERGILIUS, ahab.

© paddling-dawn - all rights reserved. no plagiarism · edits · reposts · translations.

[flowerdustedstars]

Hugging the Swapped!Sinners to Make Hurting Teddy Bear Jealous!

DONGBAEK freezes in place for a moment. She raises her hands, debating if she should push you or let you be. The last time she experienced affection like this was so, so long ago. And one that she didn’t initiate at that due to her friends’ — well, ex-friends now — timidness when it came to physical touch and affection.

“…Fine,” she relents quietly.

Her hands fall back to her side and she leans into your hug; allowing herself to bask in your affection, even if it’s more a mere moment and even if it was done to piss off an abnormality.

HOHENHEIM looks at you, then at Hurting Teddy Bear stomping its foot like a child throwing a tantrum.

“Manager, it seems that your actions have upset Hurting Teddy Bear,” he states as his gaze remains on the abnormality. He doesn’t hug you back but he doesn’t push you away either; waiting for you to pull away instead so that he may engage in combat.

If you wanted to hug him then you should’ve waited until you were at a safe place. That said his exact thoughts on your sudden embrace depend on the situation, such as whether you brought a bleed team to the mirror dungeon or not.

DULCINEA freezes up on the spot. She has never been in this kind of situation before nor was she really shown this kind of affection, especially with her past in the parade where her role was to be admired but never to be touched. If it weren’t for her ability to keep herself composed no matter what the situation is, then her face would’ve burst into a shade of red.

“…Manager, this isn’t the time,” she speaks with an ever so slight tremble to her voice as she places her hand on your shoulder and hesitantly pushes you way.

She will refuse to speak to you about this afterwards, however if you ever hug her again then she may let your embrace linger for a little longer. Maybe.

LUCIO tenses up the moment he feels the smallest hint of your touch. “Manager,” he utters out, his voice usually devoid of emotion now tinted with a plethora of them. “I doubt this is the appropriate time to be hugging someone.”

Yet he can’t bring himself to push you away, and if you keep hugging him then he’ll eventually find himself melting into your embrace and letting his guard down; hesitantly embracing you back.

Do note that he will probably have to bandage you up later as Hurting Teddy Bear will be able to ambush the two of you while you’re busy hugging one another.

VESPA does not respond, not at first. His eyes stay on Hurting Teddy Bear as the abnormality throws a fit the moment it sees your arms wrap around him.

For a second, he considers pushing you off him both for his safety and as a way to calm down Hurting Teddy Bear, but if you’re hugging him here in the first place then you likely knew what you were doing and it wouldn’t be wise of him to go against your plans.

“Manager, I doubt this was a smart choice,” the words escape from him anyway.

JIA QIU looks at you questioningly but sees what you're going for a moment later. He wraps one arm around you, holding you close and secure as he adjusts his grip on his staff; ready for the upcoming fight.

Though he has his own thoughts regarding your decision, he trusts and believes in your capability as a manager enough to go along with whatever you're planning.

What he doesn't trust, however, is for you to stay a safe distance away from the abnormality considering your decision to egg on its jealousy. So he'll deal with that issue by keeping you by his side.

CATHERINE hugs you back without hesitation. She got the same idea as you when she saw Hurting Teddy Bear but didn’t have the authority to act on her own to test her idea nor did she want to act on her own without any input from you. So when you give her the opportunity to do so, she happily accepts it.

“Looks like it’s jealous~” she sings as she pulls away from the hug, her eyes focused on the abnormality and a smile attached to her lips. She gently nudges you to the side before taking on a fighting stance, ready to beat the jealousy out of the abnormality and reap its rewards.

QUEEQUEG believes that your judgement is best — you are the manager after all — so when you hug her, she doesn’t hesitate to hug you back. Besides, maybe you just wanted a hug despite your current location and she wasn’t going to be the one to deny you a hug.

She’ll wrap her arms around you tight and give you the best hug that she can offer. She’s not ignorant of the seething abnormality behind her but she’s not concerned about it either. Protecting you comes first, and with you here in her arms like this, protecting you is easy. Hurting Teddy Bear would have to get through her before it can hurt you.

SONYA chuckles, his eyes flitting back and forth between you and Hurting Teddy Bear; glimmering with amusement.

“Was this what you wanted, manager?” he teases, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a small squeeze. Happily playing along with your plan to make the abnormality jealous.

DEMIAN floats away from your grasp before you can even open your arms to hug him. “Eyes on the abnormality, manager~” he lightly chides you with a teasing tone.

If you only wanted a hug then he would’ve let you, but since the reason you wanted to hug him was to make something else — Hurting Teddy Bear — jealous, he plays around with you instead.

Don’t worry though, he’ll come to hug you on his own accord later since he doesn’t want you to feel too bad about not getting a hug from him earlier. Preferably at an inconvenient time as well so he can scare you.

MOSES lets out a sigh, yet she wraps her arms around you nonetheless. “I doubt this was a wise decision, manager,” she speaks quietly, hoping to avoid Hurting Teddy Bear hearing her words in case they might escalate the situation.

“However, if you decide to go through with this then I’ll be by your side,” she adds as she pulls away. Though she’s more than aware of the fact that the abnormality will attack sooner rather than later after your hug.

YURI’s face immediately bursts into shades of red. “M- Manager!!” she protests, hurriedly placing her hands on your shoulders and lightly pushing you away from her.

It’s not that she wants to reject your affection — it’s something she hasn’t felt in so long and there’s nothing more she craves than a proper hug, or even a pat on the head — but she doubts that doing this in the mirror dungeon, and right in front of an abnormality at that, is a smart decision.

<- Back to the masterlists? Dongbaek | Hohenheim | Dulcinea | Lucio | Vespa | Jia Qiu Catherine | Queequeg | Sonya | Demian | Moses | Yuri

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Hiiiii, I wanted to request some jiro x yuri x mc, if you're interested in writing poly? óvò more specifically established jiro x yuri trying to coax oblivious/low self esteem mc into dating them <3 if not, thank you anyway!! I love your writing :D

Butterflies - Jiro x Yuri x MC Headcanons

Ft. Jiro, Yuri

Divider credits: @phaea

A/N: I was nervous writing this, I know a bit about polyamory through a couple of content creators, so this was interesting to write! I even had a couple people read over it, so I hope I understood the assignment o///o Enjoy it! ( >3<) ~♥︎

Tags: Fluff, Headcanons, Yuri isn’t open about his relationships

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♥︎ It wasn’t exactly a secret that Jiro and Yuri were together, they weren’t too public about it, but there were definitely signs. You’ve walked in on Yuri quickly letting go of Jiro’s hand, Yuri pushing away Jiro when the door opens, and Yuri‘s half baked attempt at hiding his embarrassment. Actually, it may be Yuri that’s keeping it a secret, because Jiro doesn’t seem like he cares who knows.

♥︎ You’ve noticed that they’ve been very interested in you lately, and are a bit confused… They invite you over more, and Yuri looks like he wants to ask something, but refrains from doing so. Jiro has been treating you with more delicacy, and Yuri makes you assist him more often than usual.

♥︎ Jiro asks if he can come over, because he needs to talk with you. It doesn’t take long for him to arrive, and it makes you anxious what he—of all people—wants to talk about.

♥︎ He confesses that him and Yuri have been together for a bit of time, and they both found out that they like you. He doesn’t want to pressure you into doing anything that you don’t want to do, but he wanted to propose that the three of you could be a triad. You stood there, head on the brink of explosion, and took time to think of what to say. You quietly ask Jiro if you could have some time to think about it, and Jiro left without saying much else.

♥︎ You were insanely confused, and your heart was beating a hundred miles a minute to wrap your head around what Jiro was asking. Both of them liked you, and they want you to be in a three person relationship?! You honestly thought they were joking, but neither of them are the type to do such a thing. I mean, how could they be interested in you like that?

♥︎ You spent all day in your bed, not sure what to think, or what’s real. You were nervous to ask, but you had to confirm with Yuri that their proposal was genuine.

♥︎ He took a while to type, and his text summed up to ‘how oblivious are you to think that we’d joke around. Yes, it’s real.’

♥︎ You always thought both of them were cute, but you were under the impression that they were exclusive… and monogamous.

♥︎ You weren’t too sure about the idea, so you looked to Jiro to express your confusion. He pulled you aside in Yuri’s office, and you find out that it’s mainly Yuri’s idea to keep things a secret for the time being.

♥︎ “If you don’t like the idea, that’s fine. But, you can try it out, and if you don’t like it then you don’t have to stay with us. We weren’t expecting you to give us an answer right away. We like you, and we’d appreciate it if you didn’t think it was a joke.”

♥︎ Yuri walks into the office with an inquiry for Jiro, but he catches on that you’re here to discuss their proposal, and he tries to make a 180. Jiro stops grabs him and forces him to stay in the conversation, because you seemed unsure of yourself. Yuri looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole, but he put on a brave face for the sake of making it less awkward for the two of you.

♥︎ You ask how a three person relationship would even work, and Yuri said it’s like a triangle. You date Yuri and Jiro, Yuri and Jiro date each other. Communication is important, and your boundaries are important, like they would be if you were in a monogamous relationship. It’s up to you to make the choice, while it’s a new concept to them as well, they’re more than willing to learn alongside you.

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