#li'mu staff x reader

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Imma get lemon Jade with extra Ollie sauce, extra dark , is this how we order?

"Just accept it, bubbles~"

pairing: Ollie x reader x Jade

Lil sticky note: (pudding) sorry that this isn't as dark as you hoped but yeah, enjoy

Dark elements(?) present, dubcon/noncon, and please do not do what you read here, this is an r18 fic. Please leave. (Ps, don't lick someone's blood or even touch dried blood. You'll get sick or get HIVs or something to that effect)

"I always knew you were hiding something from us." You could feel Ollie scraping his teeth gently on your collar bone.

Snooping around while the brothers were on duty was a bad idea.

"mmm!?" A little bit too curious like the others who had come and gone before you.

Though at least this time they're more prepared for a little peeper scuttering around and about.

They had gagged, bound and blindfolded you, restricting your movements.

"Don't even bother." Ollie has a grip on your throat, feeling his tightened hold. Your head gets light headed for a moment before having another feeling between your legs.

"You picked a rather whorish one, brother." Not too far away is Jade. The sensation on your slit pressed firmly agaisnt you.

With a muffled groan, you tried to move your legs but to no avail.

"Did I?" Ollie chuckles, "I merely caught her," Someone pinches your nipples through the thin clothes. "Sneaking around the restricted area, so devious. Yet all you need is a little permission."

"Unlike your usual inquisition." Mumbled the other.

"Now, now, little brother. We have a rat under our disposition." One brother hummed in excitement as he pulled the cloak off your vulnerable body.

His hands were warm despite the spine chilling temperature of the building. Nails were felt on your tender skin, making crescent marks upon it.

Soon there's a stinging sensation on your thighs,

"ah, don't worry, dear. I promise it will hurt~" Ollie says.

And you didn't have to ask what was poking you through the clothing…

Following suit are a pair of hands groping your breast now pumping what you assume is one of the brothers, his are much more gentle than the other who tore at your lower garments for the taking.

Musky scent invaded your nose as he kept pumping himself between your breasts.

The only thing separating him and you biting his thing off is the gag.

Another pang of pain came from your thighs, making you aware to cease your restrain on them.

"You whore, you were planning on this weren't you?" Sounds of smacking and the rhythm of the brother on top of you is uneven.

Heavy breaths grew more audible, " Your… stay here is… over– due!" He grunted before giving one last thrust and something warm landed on your face.

Move your head to the sides and try to get him off you. Successfully you did, although.

"You aren't forgetting about me, right?" Ollie said, before a wet muscle can be felt against your heated hole.

Every time you tried to close your thighs around his head but he pressed something cold upon your legs.

"Do that again, we'll see what happens." He threatened as vital wine like fluid trailed down.

"Mm… So beautiful for me." Now he licked it clean before continuing where he had left off.

Plump thighs shake ever so slightly combining with the clinks of metals.

A finger wormed its way into your saliva coated cunt, thanks to Ollie.

He sucked on the little nub above your slit as he pushed another finger in, pulling and pushing it back.

With a loud wet pop, it was evident of the pleasure you recieved. Figure writhe in the cloud of passions, "Hmn?!"

Just seeing your body is enough for him to go quite feral for a well educated and bubbly person he is.

"Mn… Love that? You'll love this." Pushing both of your legs hooked around his arm, leaving your hips to be lifted off the cold and hard table.

Doing what he did earlier except he did a scooping method to poke the walls for a specific bundle of nerves.

"Mnh!... Mgh….!?... Mmm…." Toes curled as it is the only indication of your 'torture' slowly hiking up to your high–.

"Hey guys, sorry I got in late, I hope I wasn't late to the pyjama party" A feminine voice came from somewhere to your left.

"Mmmm!!!" You tried to call for help but to no avail. Ollie pulled away once he had heard the shrill of a certain person.

"What party?" Jade sounded confused, ignoring your cries for help.

"Wait a minute… this isn't a pyjama party!" There's crinkles of paper fumbling around.

" What's with the present?"

" Our apologies that we are not dressed as decent."

" I thought that it would be nice if I got some presents, I even got snickerdoodles. I hate you two! " She huffed before opening the door, though turned around and took back the present from what you presume one of the brothers.

One sighed, " well that killed my mood."

"Be lucky we aren't subjected to such indecent lewd."

"-- should we do with her?"

"Eh, not like she could just run away, and besides. Don't we both have something to do? " Getting his clothes back on.

" Sorry baby cakes, but duty calls. Keep that pussy of yours nice and warm for me when we get back." You felt Ollie kiss you with the gag between the lips before leaving you in the room.

Part 1: Li'mu whore(you're here)

Part 2: gentle, gentle

Part 3: bad touch trio

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Chasing indulgence

Scribe x Reader!Reader

“Even dreams aren't forgiving.” - P

In this land of dirt and fog, there lies a looming tower that stretches over at the dim stars above. 

One that rolls in no gold, nor glory, but of cheap sin. Treasure troves of once beloved, now lack therein.

“Get out of my way!” And here you are, in disillusioned madness. Faceless nobodies that wear identical clothing, turn and face you. Hours must have passed since you’ve set foot in this place, perhaps days even.

A stranger in dim yellow robes voiced out from the wooden stairs that descend from the spiral haven, one’s gaze that would spell admonition, “Dear guests, do not be alarmed.” His voice seems to give solace, even if the whole place has been baptized in depraved avarice.

"Ollie, Jade, please see our honorable guest is settled at the fireplace. I shall deal with them tactfully.” 

Two men emerged: one of which is a gallant looking knight; and the other who wore a cassock like the Strange Stranger in yellow. You could even see their glowing yellow eye that mirrored each other.

“Let go of me!” Hissing at the one who got your wrist. Fighting for dominance, almost sending both of you in a tumble. You could tell the short hair one does not wish to bruise you.

“Oh my, what a dirk!” The one with long hair insulted the shorter tassels. 

“Surely this one must be taught like the cirque.” He tugged at your arm, restraining you with a huff. It causes you to wince at the raw strength despite his lean structure.

“Ha! One that lurks within, could only be a berserk.” Laughed, the one who instigated the fight argued. 

“And unlike you, they don’t shirk.” Now the one who held you in place retorted at the other. Their rivalry is evident, despite working for such omnipresent.

Everything felt like it was spinning around, the ghastly light glows eerily as the flames it cradled sways. 

When you came to, here you were sitting upon the cushions that face the forever, kindling embers of the fireplace.

"Tea? Or maybe you like those things that make your tongue go numb?" Facing the chair just adjacent to you is the figure in yellow.

He had his legs crossed, "well?" Even with the pallid mask that he donned, the cheeky voice of his would make anyone's blood boil.

“Just water." You replied with a hoarse voice.

He chuckled, “Here." Pouring from an opaque pitcher, water flowed like wine. The dull tone of fluids against each other in the cup made a chilling crisp. 

“So, what is your problem with our archive ruin?” Even with the mask, the smile can be felt through it, mocking you with genuine interest.

Hands quivered as they held the thinly made glass of water, “I want to go home." He huffed at the notion of leaving.

" Why, dear Bubbles. What has gotten into you. You looked ecstatic earlier during your stay.” Tea cup clicked when he placed it back onto the saucer. Now that you think of it, he hasn’t even taken off his mask to drink.

“Perhaps a dance, or a rather intimate time?" He teased, then again, he did always have this sort of thing. 

“I just want to leave.” Pleading, as if he were the judge that sees who passes through the doors scott free.

Strange is the stranger who huffed, captious gaze lay evident through the stilted, pallid masque, “Fine, fine, here.” 

Within a snap of the lanky hand, time had passed, and here was the promised door. Just within reach. 

“Open it." His voice demanded with the secrets that incites such indulgence that the covers so sweetly shys.

Upon opening it, the mirth it provides has fulfilled its promises. In a world where fantastical beings rests, now everything, a blur.

War, where the sun’s dim color set, the savage souls marched with unrest. Sound of thy soul have been wed, to the hand chained mislead. 

Tyrannical growls were heard from you, "I shall see you in the eternal flames.” A silent voice cried a name to blame, only ending with shame.

Lush greens now dyed in grim purple, dripping of dis-myrtle. Hearing only a ghastly chortle.

“See, bubbles, you’re just stressed.” Says the tall man in yellow shawl, who then starts to rub your shoulder, unfazed by your blood stained armor. 

Laughed, "Now, do you feel better?" He smiled which is no daft, now his face partially revealed under his alabaster mask. 

‘Where am I?’

In this setting stage, the spot light which shine down. Shawled ill-rumored dressed to the nine, You know him, you should get away from him.

"You just need to get your head in the game, bubbles. It is all just a storybook." Open your eyes and look like a mook, through the shard of the metallic blade of Sir Brook. The blood rushing underneath your skin, made your heart ache. 

To wake up is to undo, yet you look at him, like a red rose, seeking the sun no matter where it goes.

“Where are you going, bubbles?”

“To… To …” Rapid eye movement was made, heart beating faster as he took long strides. Voice falters while your own mind fade, mold portrayed betide.

"An audience? Don't mind if I do, a feast for this occasion." He chafed with a huffed fit, taking an arm hand. Though it feels like the harrow’s pit, for what does this Fool demand of you to uphand?

“Don’t mind if I do… “ 

“Scribe, You can’t just infect our guests like that.”

" Well, well, if it isn’t the little miss Puppeteer.” 

[thescribeoflostmemories]

My vow to you... (Closed)

The Church of Tsaritsa has an annual event similar to valentines day, on a certain month. Young maidens, young men or married couples are encouraged to wear wedding clothes inspired by Snezhnaya's and other nations. To love someone is indeed a blessing to be with them for all eternity.

Slots for the event.

Fierce Groom and the desert plain's bride

Fancy Fiance and the Bejeweled Bride

Tested vows

Vitris Cygnus

My wish

How to:

Taglist are available! Just merely pm or comment.

And to request, please follow the pinned blog on my profile and toss in an ask! (With a prompt is optional, bubbles)

What fandoms are available?:

Fire emblem

Stardew Valley(I know they don't have it but let's just close our eyes to it)

Genshin Impact

Cookie run: kingdom

Final fantasy

Tales of eternia/zesteria

Obey me!

Staff of Li'mu (Scribe/Ollie/Jade/Falaila/P/K)

Ocs (Stefan/Kazuo/Wong/Alm/Eclair/ect.)

Note:

I can do atleast two characters per reader/post like Capitano x reader x Pantalone for example and I'll rework the intro if it is from a different fandom like CRK, Tales games, Obey Me!, ect.

The deadline of requests is June 1st!

Ps. Pls put a "my vows to you." so I know its for June