18+ only | possessed!sydney x ivory wraith x f!pc (mmf)
summary: the monstrosity from the lake has worn away at the temple's defenses, intent on finding you. alternatively, the ivory wraith teaches sydney how to fuck you.
tags: possession, pronoun switching, dubious consent, possessiveness, smut, fingering, multiple orgasms, jealousy, past life memories, general mindfuckery
a/n: this is the first threesome (?) i've written and it was so much fun! please let me know what you think. if you want to see more dol fics, check out my masterlist.
sydney kissed you differently. there was something about the way he held you, as if he wanted to swallow you whole. usually, he would be gentle, his hands shaking at the thought of touching you. even after months of being together, you figured that he was still trying to get used to wanting you like this.
but in this moment, sydney was something else. he kissed you deeply, his tongue tasting yours as soft moans slipped from his lips. you felt his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you to him as if he wanted nothing else but to consume you.
you felt like you were being engulfed, swallowed by a wave of desire threatening to take you whole.
"someone's excited," you breathed, surprised by his vigor. "i know it's been a while, hasn't it?"
"what delicious warmth," sydney whispered in a voice that echoed throughout your mind in a way that made your bones hum with recognition. "it's been far too long."
it was a voice that was not his. a voice that you have known throughout lifetimes. a voice that did not belong within the walls of the temple, but one tucked away within ruin and waves.
"sydney," you started, but he pulled away to rest his forehead against yours, his eyes widening to reveal crystalline blue.
"h-how," you stuttered, your body freezing in place. the monster twisted sydney's gentle face into an amused smile, registering your realization.
"the wards have weakened, droplet," it said in a voice that resonated with the ethereal airiness of the wraith woven with sydney's sweet tone. "it seems that the acolytes have grown complacent in their duties."
"wait—" you started, but it pulled you closer, wanting more of you.
"it is of no matter," it said, licking into the hollow of your neck, eliciting a low moan from you — one of their favorite parts to devour just for that reason. "their incompetence is to our benefit."
"does he know?" you huffed, placing a palm against sydney's chest.
you struggled to keep your mind straight as the incense threatened to further take away your faculties. sydney still felt the same, warm and solid. yet, there was a change in the air, in the way that this body carried itself — languid and confident in all the ways sydney wasn't. "that you are inside of him?"
"we are aware," they mused, peeling your loosened bra from your chest to trace the fullness of your breast as they dragged their lips across your collarbone. a whimper slipped from your mouth at the contact, light yet intimate. desire warmed your core, your faculties gradually becoming supple and molten. "although this may seem like a dream."
"why?" you asked, taking into account the being whose lap you were in. sydney's hair cascaded in loose, golden strands over his body — the sun to the wraith's moon. and while the specter wore his face, the anxious visage of the temple boy you cherished had smoothed over into one of amused serenity.
if there was any indication that sydney was in control, you could not find one. it was as if he had been enveloped in some kind of eclipse.
"is it not obvious, droplet?" the wraith asked, rubbing a thumb across your nipple. "this vessel yearns for you," it hummed. "but what we share in enthusiasm, this one lacks in execution."
a chill settled into your skin. how did the wraith know? in the past, there had been times in which you and sydney would fumble in the shadows, his back pressed against the stone walls as you rubbed him through his robe. he would return the favor excitedly, pawing at your chest with fervent yet clumsy eagerness. in those moments, even in the near solitude of the temple's halls, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched.
"what do you mean...hah...by execution?" you gasped, the heavy haze of the incense settling into your lungs and loosening whatever grip you had left on reality.
the wraith answered by slipping its hand into your underwear and drawing circles around your slick clit.
"you are already so wet for us," they said, sliding fingers along your seam. "can we taste you?"
"wait, you haven't—" before you could protest, before you could even fully grasp the wraith inhabiting sydney's body, the abomination took your breast into their mouth and licked.
"will you deny us this sacrament, droplet?" the monstrosity said, their lips tender from mouthing at you.
you couldn't help but squirm in their embrace, their fingers at your clit and their lips on your chest. the body was sydney's, but there was a solidness that felt akin to the wraith's sturdiness. although what was pressed against you was sydney's face, it was the wraith's eyes that looked back at you, bright and hungry.
the wraith knew how you liked to be touched, which was why it was so easy for you to fall apart, to clench around its fingers, and to shake in its embrace.
"how sweet," the possession purred, licking its fingers clean as it gazed at you through lidded eyes. you swore that every other time it blinked, you could catch flashes of sydney's golden pupils. was he aware? was he watching this? "but we must have more."
you reclined onto the plush cushion, your chest heaving from the first orgasm. you were drawn to sydney. you were bound to the wraith. and here they were, holding you as you trembled from their touch.
"more?" you rasped, inhaling even more of the incense that made your skin crave for contact. the wraith slid the robes from sydney's body, revealing the temple boy's toned muscle. were they teasing you, prodding you to beg? how cruel. "p-please."
the abomination peeled your ruined underwear away with ease, spreading your legs before it pressed its lips to the softness of your inner thigh. this movement was methodical. familiar.
"you are worth worshipping," sydney had told you in the shadows, his face buried beneath the layers of your robe.
now, bright blue eyes met yours in the dim light. in this moment, you could feel the wraith's desire. you could recognize sydney's touch. you could not help but squirm, yearning for both.
"as you wish," they said, dipping their face between your legs.
the pressure of sydney's warm tongue joined with the wraith's prowess was more than enough to make you tremble. after all, were there not sacraments that ended in consumption? in that case, perhaps this unholy union served both of their interests: to venerate and to devour.
the atrocity continued to relish you even as your legs shook, the tremors serving to make the taste of you even sweeter.
"one must learn through practice," the possession said, as if it was speaking to someone else. instructing. they licked their lips, which glistened with your nectar. "savor the sweetness. remember it."
they straightened, smoothing their fingers over their mouth.
"still, they hunger," they lamented, bright eyes cutting through the haze to rest on your still shaking body. "what a shame it would be to deprive them."
the abomination crawled onto you, slicking your neck with kisses and slipping inside you with ease. you gasped at the sudden fullness and friction, your moans swallowed by sydney's mouth.
"delectable," they said, smiling against your lips as their hips rocked into yours.
whenever you would meet in the prayer room, sydney, under the influence of the haze, would ravage your body over and over with an eagerness bordering on heretical. in this moment, with the wraith's coercion, his body moved with a confident rhythm as strong and assured as the waves that churned within the lake.
it was a strange feeling to see sydney moving just like the wraith would, to be pleasured by the specter while crying out because of his body.
with each languid thrust, the temple boy's cross grazed your chest. how did he feel, you wondered, to see you writhing in arms that were not under his control? could he hear you whimper? could he feel you shaking?
did he finally understand what you truly were—a tainted thing, beloved by catastrophe?
when you looked at his face, all you could see were the wraith's crystalline eyes staring back at you, its gaze soft now that it was inhabiting a living vessel.
"we've missed you, you know," they said, voice thrumming with adoration, rocking into you deeper.
"h-have you?" you said, your voice cracking. "what have you missed?"
the monstrosity nodded, its eyes scanning your body as if to commit to memory.
"flesh against flesh," they replied, bringing their hand to your face to trace your jaw. "our hearts beating as one."
in that moment, a memory surfaced: silver hair cascading over you as hands smoothed over your body. you remembered laughing against their lips, running your fingers through their voluminous locks, and murmuring their name over and over into the hollow of their neck. forever, you promised. as one.
"how did you find me?" you asked, thinking of the many wards etched into the temple walls, the whispers amongst the pews about the monstrosity sunken into the lake, the many precautions, warnings, and sermons delivered just to prevent the cursed entity before you from ever setting foot into this place.
"i will always find you," the wraith said, any traces of sydney replaced with its sonorous hum. "in all lifetimes—" it licked at your lips, rocking sydney's hips so that they ground into you in just the way it knew you liked. "—and beyond."
all you could do was mumble a name as you fell into calamity. only you knew the sound of it—a name that had not been spoken in centuries. a name that was only ever yours to speak.
"succumb to me, droplet," it cooed as sydney's hips shook, spilling warmth into you that throbbed within your core. "there is only this. only us."
as your bodies twitched and gasped at the waves of pleasure that rolled over you, the possession closed their eyes and fell limp.
"hey," you said, drawing your hands across sydney's back. "are you still with me?"
after a few moments, the body murmured. stirred.
"beloved?" sydney said, lifting his head from the crook of your neck, his voice empty of the wraith's resonance.
"sydney?" you said, gazing into warm, golden eyes. "are you okay?"
"i'm fine," he smiled. "sorry, i think i zoned out a little—hah—and—"
"sydney?"
the temple boy bit his lip, his eyes glazing over in the way they always did whenever you would slip into the prayer room.
"you're still twitching, love," he purred, grinding his hips into you. "and i still want more."
the swell of his length within you made you moan. the incense's haze was potent—especially so for sydney.
"it feels good, doesn't it?" he said, dragging his mouth down to your chest. "i wanted to try something new for you."
you whimpered under the weight of him, a realization dawning on you as your core tightened once again: sydney was rocking into you not in the way he usually would, but in a way that was all too familiar.
"syd—hah—sydney" you panted, raising your hips to meet the delicious heat.
"i knew you would like this," he murmured in between his licks. "just us. only this."
your legs trembled as the orgasm crashed over you, your core going molten in the way it always would amongst the soft reeds of the temple ruins in the embrace of the pale abomination under the light of the blood red moon.
in the shelter of the prayer room, carved with sacred protections, you came to the ministrations of a monster as you looked into the golden eyes of the boy you adored— the moon of your fate eclipsing the sun of your life forever suspended in the horizon of your desire.
you called for his name and brought him to your lips, those golden eyes half-lidded to watch you as you fell apart. in that moment, you swore you would never tell him about the being that slipped into his body. the being that made both of your bodies twitch with hunger that only friction could satiate.
"we belong together, beloved," he smiled against your mouth, voice sweet as he shuddered within you. he held you gently, as he always did. "forever."
We're at the bridge. Oliver and Felix with the tuxes and the bottle of champagne. And Felix tells Oliver about the family tradition of the stone in the river. He gives him the stone with the 'dad' written on it and Oliver throws the stone and it lands on puke...
But instead of an awkward "Well, that can't be good ...Fuck" Oliver actually starts laughing. Cause, it's so stupid, you know? It so incredibly ironic he can't help it. So he starts laughing uncontrollably, almost hysterically. He can't stop. And Felix is worried. He tries to calm him down. He thinks his friend's having some sort of breakdown. He doesn't know what to do and Oliver is attracting unwanted attention so he does the only thing he can't think of... he covers Oliver's mouth.
So there they are, Oliver trying to compose himself and Felix covering his mouth and trying to... comfort him? Making him calm down.
And the only thing that calms Oliver is the feeling of Felix's hands against his lips.
I was rereading chapter 199 and i noticed that ogata tries to be sympathetic and rubs koito's back after he tells his father he couldn't be the son his brother was... and then koito headbutts him. maybe that's part of the reason he hates koito so much (among other things of course)
First of all thank you for your ask and sorry for the late reply.
Also thank you for your ask as you bring up an interesting point to ponder!
Beware though, my answer will contain spoilers for ep 212…
