#piofiore smut | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mythicamagic · 1 year

Text

Living Deliciously: Yang/Liliana Demon AU oneshot

Summary: A wandering demon happens upon the revered Saint Liliana of Burlone, and becomes infatuated with the idea of bringing about her fall into damnation. Rated E.

Word count: 9,000+

Feel free to read this on Ao3

AN: This fic was heavily inspired by trashiigomi's Yanglili demon AU art, link: here

Please give them a follow: https://twitter.com/trashiigomi?s=20

Warnings: Smut. In keeping with Piofiore, there’s a lot of stuff that could be considered religious blasphemy in this fic, so don’t read if you’re sensitive to that kinda thing. Female Genital Mutilation is also mentioned but no instance of it is performed in this fic.

----

Many deities and angels alike thought themselves ‘above’ mankind. Above the needs and wants of the weak, needy and desperate. In this way, demons were closer to humans than either would care to admit. Demons didn’t bother to assert themselves as ‘above’ humans, for they lurked beneath. Instead of shrinking away from shame in fear of sin, they embraced it. Became it.

As such, Yang had never cared for those who thought themselves too pure and good for the needs of the sullied. Eternity dragged on, and with it came no short amount of humans who were deemed 'holy figures', as if aspiring to be like those polished, unblemished beings in the heavens. Many humans would zealously recite scriptures and the ‘words of God.’

Yang snorted. As if such an indifferent being would bother to speak to them.

Sometimes these self-important humans would speak of sin and devils, trying to guard themselves and their flock against such evils.

Little do they know that the mere thought of me invites me into their good company.

Yang drifted through the Burlone monastery during one endlessly long summer, glancing every so often at the solemn-faced worshippers as sweat clung to their brows. Even holy ground could provide little relief from sweltering heat.

Not one human could see him as he passed by as little more than a whisper of silk brushing their sides, but that suited his needs just fine. He'd heard tell of a juicy rumour and little would dissuade him from exploring the monastery until he found what he sought.

Walking inside the adjoining cathedral, he took in the change in the air, glancing around the wide-open space. Occasional statues of holy figures stood resolute, carved out from stone inside the very walls. Yang slinked behind the shadows of large stone pillars lining the outside of the grand hall and inhaled, rooting through the various minds of people dutifully sitting in prayer. Many were troubled, susceptible to temptation.

He loomed over one young man, clawed fingers curling over the back of the church pew. He'd make for an easy meal. A snack to indulge in before finding his true mark-

A commotion stilled his hand. Annoyed, Yang looked across the great marble hall to where a side door had opened.

About ten nuns were flanking a woman in the centre of their gaggle. Common folk stood from their seats at the pews and hurried over, trying to touch or speak to the woman in white.

Sunlight streaming in through nearby stained glass windows threw the woman in a myriad of colours as she stopped and clasped her hands, bowing her head to pray at the altar. She ignored everything else around her as the nuns kept people at bay.

She was untouchable. In more ways than one.

Golden eyes swept her from head to toe, noting where her gown was plastered to her form due to the heat.

This was the juicy rumour he'd heard about. A Saint, beloved by all. Quiet, unassuming but worshipped for her function as a ‘Key Maiden’- some sort of archaic title the people of Burlone revered.

Yang didn’t care about all that nonsense. He was enraptured for one reason alone:

The woman possessed the purest soul he'd ever seen in all his long years.

Hunger climbed up his throat. Yang wet his lips, mouth feeling dry. A fall of thick blonde hair could be seen beneath her gossamer veil.

Yes, he found the concept of worship a joke. He'd wanted to see this spectacle for himself just to laugh at it and maybe corrupt this 'Saint Liliana' to prove a point. He hadn't anticipated being so...intrigued by her appearance though.

She lifted her head, giving him a glimpse of dulled green eyes. They only livened when flicking up to the window longingly. He wondered what kind of obscene expressions he could draw out of her- if she'd be begging, wild or tearing up from lust with a little coaxing.

His blood pumped faster at the thought. It went unacknowledged by him- but on a baser level, this was no longer a passing fancy. A fever burned in his flesh. He knew great pleasure would be attained in both the pursuit and meal of this woman.

He was going to devour this 'Saint' Liliana, and he would enjoy every fucking minute of it.

----

The easiest thing to do when trying to reach someone untouchable is to go through another. Someone close to her.

Elena Croce seemed to fit this role perfectly. While devoted to the church, she was closer to Liliana than the other sisters in their company. More of a friend than a simpering worshiper.

Yang had also happened to notice her friendly conversations with a young man named Leo inside the cathedral, and felt the simmering longing inside her heart that was so easily exploited.

What a pity it would be for a virginal nun if that innocent crush was taken to new heights.

"Hah- ah- Elena-! M-maybe we shouldn't be doing this-"

"I need you so bad- please!"

Golden eyes looked on with boredom as smoke drifted out from his pipe, leisurely surrounding the couple currently rutting like animals against a stone column. It was late at night; everyone else in the monastery having retired to bed. The more smoke filled their lungs, the more desperate their movements. They seemed blind to their own surroundings, having met in secret within the halls beneath the nun’s dormitories. Yang cut his gaze to the ceiling and pushed off from the column to grasp Leo's damp blonde hair and tug his head back.

"Slow down," he purred silkily in the mortal's ear. "Savour it."

Leo couldn't hear him of course but obeyed the command instinctively all the same. Good. If they were too hasty, things would be over before his little plan could come to fruition.

A gasp reached Yang's hearing. His pointed ear twitched, and he turned to find a pair of wide green eyes staring at the couple in horror.

I have you now.

Yang grinned, immediately able to appear behind the Saint, who was dressed in nothing but her nightgown. He'd deliberately opened the door of her quarters to allow the breathy noises to reach her. Harsh slapping sounds of bodies meeting now overwhelmed the hall.

"It's a depraved sight, isn't it?" he sighed with mock sympathy, leaning in close to her fall of buttery blonde hair while she hid behind the shadows of a column. "You'll find there's a kind of sweet poison to it though. The noises of those engaged in pleasure are almost stimulating. I'd wager you've never seen anything or anyone fuck in your life, little Saint. Do you feel an ache down here?" his tattooed hand slid around her waist to settle beneath her navel. Yang drank in the clean scent at her neck, feeling Liliana's breathing hitch. A fluttering heartbeat picked up like a nervous hummingbird, adrenaline pumping. Yang could feel the change overcoming her, arousal coaxing awake. Even her scent changed. Delicious.

"Is it building, tightening like a knot? Heh, that's only natural. Your walls are clenching around nothing because they seek to be filled. You want what Elena is feeling right now. A nice cock between your legs, pushing inside," fingers crept down between her thighs, claws catching on the material of her thin gown. "Give in to it. Touch yourself and sate the hunger. No one needs to know…" he chuckled, anticipating victory. This hadn't been difficult in the least. How boring.

A cold hand grasped his wrist.

Yang jolted. Saint Liliana twisted in his grip, eyes finding his own in the dark.

"Who are you?" she breathed. "W-what… are you?"

His face became blank with shock. She could see him? Hear him?

Liliana quickly dropped his wrist when the sound of a door opening on the furthermost side of the hallway became apparent. She quickly forgot about him in favour of rushing forward, lowering her voice at the couple.

"Please stop!"

Elena jerked and pushed Leo away slightly. "S-saint Lili?!"

Lili averted her gaze from their state of undress. "You'll be discovered if you continue!"

With that, she hurried down the hallway to intercept the priest that had entered, chatting quietly to him and fabricating a story about misplacing her old prayer book. The priest dutifully offered to look for it, not even arching a brow at the late hour. Elena and Leo took the opportunity to part ways, giving each other one last look before the boy was forced to slip away into the night, adjusting his clothes.

Yang watched the whole thing with a dazed expression. No mortal had ever seen him without permission before. Never. In fact, he was certain it was pretty much unheard of.

The interest he’d been harbouring before tripled, sharpening. His gaze zeroed in on his new prey. He wanted to know how she’d done it. He wanted to pry the woman apart until he understood every fragment and became bored with inspecting her shattered remains.

----

Saint Liliana was soon chaperoned back to her room. She retired for the night with a convincing smile to the priest, and unlike before, Yang was able to enter her chambers. He peeled away from the shadows and stretched out in her bed while her back was turned, delighting in her startled gasp when she finally faced him.

“W-why are you here?!” she put a hand over her heart, fumbling with a rosary and snatching it up as if it might protect her.

“So that wasn’t a fluke, you can still see me,” sharp teeth flashed. “This will prove more entertaining than first imagined.”

His long, thin tail flicked out, whip-like and black with a pointed end resembling a soft arrowhead. No doubt it only served to disturb her, as she couldn’t stop staring at his dark horns that curled out from his skull like a ram.

Liliana inched closer to the door, eyeing it. “Please leave. I will recite the holy words of the bible to drive you out if need be- but I’d rather not resort to that.”

He snorted. “Oh please, anything but that drivel.”

Before she could even blink- they were close- close enough for her to count his eyelashes and glimpse the tattoos on his skin as he brought a clawed hand up. Lili flinched but held still, breath whooshing in and out of her lungs quicker and quicker.

“So you’re Saint Liliana,” black claws skimmed the delicate skin of her jaw in a light scrape. “How was such a title bestowed upon you?”

“I-I’m not quite a Saint yet. I’m still undergoing the selection process,” her knuckles turned milky white from the force of her grip on the rosary.

He arched a brow and tipped his head to one side. If she was trying to dissuade his interest, it wasn’t working. “That so? Everyone already reveres you as one.”

Liliana pressed herself harder against the wall, shrinking away from his touch as much as humanly possible. “I'd like to refocus on the fact that I’m currently conversing with a- a demon, sir. How and why are you here?”

“I go where I please. The house of God is no exception. As for the why…” Yang trailed off, lips pulling back from his teeth to bare them at her in a feral grin “I got curious and decided to see what all the fuss was about. Many demons have been worked up into a frenzy after catching your scent. I figured you had to be something interesting."

She swallowed, pulse jumping when he leaned ever closer, bringing his nose to her hair. "Then your information was poor. I'm perfectly ordinary and I have nothing of note to offer you, Devil spawn."

"Flattery will get you nowhere. You're mistaken though- there's plenty to gain from a woman like you,” Yang inhaled, taking in her fresh flowery scent. Ahh...no good. If he kept inhaling, he'd work up an appetite and ruin her too quickly.

"That's all you are, underneath your veil and fine robes. You're flesh and blood," he purred. "The animal urge to eat and drink is there- so what makes you exempt from pleasures of the flesh?"

"T-that's what you're after? That's the reason you influenced Elena and Leo to act like that way?"

"You think I had something to do with their tryst?" He blinked innocently. "Their passions simply overflowed."

Liliana glared. "I know Elena- she'd never have given up her chastity like that. As for you wanting my- my body…I would rather bite my own tongue off and die than become your whore."

His hand came to rest on her abdomen. He exerted a small amount of pressure, gliding his touch downward and heating his palm. The Saint-in-training wavered, he could see it. She shuddered slightly, registering the pleasure his touch elicited.

"Heh, next time you wish to speak so bravely, make sure you stop trembling first. It dampens the believability of your words,” he chuckled.

Lili stiffened as though broken from a dream. She pushed his tattooed wrist aside, hurrying to her bedroom door. “Sister Sophia!” she shouted, throwing it open. The look she shot him over her shoulder was a touch victorious- hurried footsteps immediately answering her call.

Yang rolled his eyes. “Boring,” he drawled.

By the time Sister Sophia arrived, he was long gone.

-------

He observed her through the windows in confessionals, haunting her footsteps through prayer and following when she wandered outside into the garden.

She had very little in the way of freedom. Every morning she was washed by five attendants, who would also dress and brush her hair, fixing some strands back with beads that clinked noisily together. They constantly shadowed her every move like tittering nannies, not allowing for a moment's peace until the sun sank from the sky and night set in once more. Every fibre of Saint Liliana's day was dedicated to serving others in one way or another; listening to confessions or doing missionary work.

His predatory nature noticed how tired she seemed. Liliana tried hard to keep her modest, calm mask in place. She never complained and accepted everything with an air of gentle grace. Only he picked up on her drained energy and lines etched beneath her eyes.

"You're here again, Asmodeus?"

He found her that night sitting on her stone window-ledge, knees tucked up as she read a book. How sickeningly sweet, he thought. She looked like a lonely princess in a tower.

"Such colourful names you have for me, Saint. Wrong again, though. You won't find my name in any of your clean little books,” he drew closer, exhaling trailing smoke and lowering his pipe. “Call me Yang, if you want. I don't really care."

"What I want is for you to leave me alone."

“Boring. Can’t you say anything else?”

Colour finally blossomed in her cheeks. Good. He preferred that look on her rather than that placid, virginal mask. “I-I’m not here to entertain you!”

“Saint Liliana, is everything alright?”

The knocking outside her door startled them both. Yang wouldn’t claim he’d been paying attention to her but her gaggle of sisters seemed more protective than usual.

“Y-yes, I’m fine- thank you. Please don’t worry,” Lili called, putting her book aside.

Yang arched a brow. She wasn’t chasing him out this time by crying for help? Maybe he’d been right and she was bored out of her skull. “I’ve watched you these past few days and seen how you navigate around the invisible pentacle of your prison,” he drew closer, leaning against the stone wall beside her and leaning down slightly. Red hair spilt off his shoulders to hang between them like a bloody curtain. “You yearn for more- I can smell it on you.”

Lili searched his gaze, bewildered. There was something underneath it though, something she didn’t care to admit to. She stood, as if seeking to brush him off again. “I shouldn’t even be speaking with you. I know demons to be as unkind as a plague on the people,” green eyes narrowed. “Make your offer, demon.”

Yang watched her in silence, tilting his head.

She gestured to the world laying outside her window. “You’re going to offer me escape if I surrender my flesh to you, is that it? W-well it’s not going to happen,” Lili said firmly. “I’ve been raised for this my whole life. I’ve committed the decorum of a living Saint to memory. Above all else- my chastity is paramount. Why would I give you the one thing that Sainthood requires?”

He wrapped smirking lips around the edge of his kiseru, taking a languid drag. “Perhaps because you don’t truly want it?”

“That’s ridiculous.”

The demon drifted closer but Lili seemed determined to keep her distance, inching back whenever he advanced. “Is it? I wouldn’t be able to speak with you right now if you’d closed your heart to temptation. It’s still there, isn't it?” he crooned, exhaling a mist of smoky, spicy air. “The image of your friend and Leo squirming, clawing at each other like beasts. You dreamed of it last night and you’ll dream of it again.”

It was all too easy to appear closer- shoving her down on her bed and pinning the Saint beneath him. Clawed hands anchored flailing wrists to the sheets, his thin leathery tail wrapping around her thigh and spreading it slightly, allowing their lower halves to nestle even closer. She felt good beneath him. Just as good as any other woman. Her curves were always hidden by her loose, flowy robes but he could feel every inch of her now, her nightgown positively sinful.

Lili fell still, panting slightly. He could feel her heartbeat hammering.

“And what of you?” she whispered.

Yang blinked, coming back to himself. “Mn?”

Tears collected in her eyes. “You just go around corrupting people for the fun of it?”

“Yes.”

“W-why?”

No one had ever thought to ask before. He found he didn’t have a good answer and lifted his shoulder in a shrug. “It’s entertaining, and I enjoy it.”

The woman was frightened, as she was wise to be- but as ever…Lili proved to be a little strange. She was paying attention, listening to every word and looking him in the eye. It almost encouraged him to keep speaking. Yang couldn’t claim to have felt that way before. Perhaps he just wanted to shock her with how perverse his words could be.

“I enjoy the deep darkness that lurks deep inside everyone- if you just have the patience to peel it back- it’s so very entertaining to witness. I enjoy women and sex, indulging in too much food, and engaging in brutal violence. All of it feels good, so why deny it?”

“Because it’s empty. Pleasure is devoid of meaning if you overindulge.”

How intriguing- she wasn’t dismissing pleasure as outright evil. Yang’s tail flicked lazily, tightening around her thigh. Black horns gleamed in the candlelight as he craned his neck down and pressed his lips to the pulse fluttering in her neck. He felt rather than saw Lili gasp against him.

“You won’t curse me and call my actions inherently wrong?” he muttered.

Lili lay still, gathering her bearings. Pretty nails curled into his powerful hands, willing him to release her despite their difference in strength. “I think earthly pleasures are normal to want, human even. Denying yourself altogether is unrealistic,” she murmured in a soft voice, as if confessing something she wasn’t supposed to. “However, gorging yourself on pleasure simply makes it a frivolous waste. You don’t appreciate any of it.”

Yang fell quiet. He pulled his lips away from her delicate flesh, skimming his nose down the column of her throat. Tiger-like eyes took in her everything. She wasn’t a bad sight to behold- chest softly heaving, cheeks flushed and lips parted enticingly. “I didn’t expect a Saint to speak like that to me…” he admitted.

She was speaking almost realistically. The humour in chatting to zealous religious figures lay in their ridiculously rigid and outlandish worldviews. He supposed he should have suspected something was amiss with her the second she’d shielded Elena and kept her loss of virginity a secret from the rest of the church.

Lili stared up at him, watchful, waiting. Yang felt something inside him stir.

“I thought it was cold- Lili, you should close your window. You’ll catch your death of cold!”

The door swung open and Sister Sophia entered without so much as knocking. She bustled about, not sparring Yang a glance as he straddled Lili upon her bed. His lips tugged downwards. Perhaps he should kill the old wretch.

Lili made a soft noise beneath him, sighing. Only that gentle sound saved Sophia’s life that night.

“It’s hard to believe the selection process is drawing near, and so swiftly too,” Sister Sophia was muttering, reaching up to pull the old window shut. “Soon you’ll become a living Saint- and I won’t be able to chastise you like this anymore.”

Liliana’s gaze became saddened, and she shifted, sitting up. Yang stilled, somewhat taken aback when she walked straight through him to go comfort her minder. He could only watch, reduced to a silent witness and loathing it for the first time.

-----------

“What must you do to become a living Saint?”

Liliana sighed, not bothering to turn her head and acknowledge his presence. She was in the greenhouse today, her minders lingering outside but giving them at least some privacy. She tended to a few of the roses with damaged stems, carefully splinting them with a kindness he could not understand. “I must recite holy scriptures. After that, my body will be bathed and examined for imperfections- and I will be locked within a holy tomb for three days and nights without food and minimal water. Lastly, I must successfully select the previous Key Maiden’s belongings out of a cluster of objects. If that happens, I will be cleansed of impurities…” her voice wavered before she soldiered on. “I’ll be modified and placed in the holy tower to live out my days in solitude, with the exception being Sundays; when I will hear out the prayers of believers. It will be forbidden for me to ever speak again.”

“Hell on earth,” Yang gave a wry snort, wrapping his claws around a stem to gently stroke the petals. Lili straightened to watch as a black tipped talon curved down, threatening to split the soft, yielding flora with the slightest pressure. He did not mar it however; stroking the bud lightly. Her eyes lingered longer than they should have.

“What do you mean by modified?”

Broken from her trance, Lili looked up and met his curious gaze. She swallowed, a heaviness seeming to settle on her shoulders. “My body will be altered to ensure I cannot bear children or have intercourse.”

“I see. So you’ll be mutilated,” he leaned back against the windows of the stuffy greenhouse, staring at the caged plants and flowers before them. Humans were so bizarre. “That doesn’t bother you?”

He could see it. Her own words quietly disturbed her. This was it. This was the thing he’d been biding his time waiting for. A chink in her armour.

Lili bowed her head. “I was raised at a humble church alongside other orphans before I was put forward for this position. If I drop out of this, another girl would just be selected. If I can spare them that fate…it's better for me to have to go through this than them.”

“Sickening,” he sneered, exposing sharp teeth. The weight of his displeasure seeped into the very air, sucking out the sunlight and replacing it with something cold. “So you’ll martyr yourself for them?”

Lili jolted, the scent of copper catching his nose soon after. Yang was beside her in an instant, crouching- taking her by the wrist and pulling her frozen, bleeding finger away from the thorn and into the hot cavern of his mouth. Lili hesitated, breath stalling.

“Maybe I’ll take you by force,” his eyes captured hers, unwavering. “Have you ever stopped to consider that?”

She searched his face. Whatever she saw had her shaking her head and smiling grimly, which somewhat troubled Yang. “You won’t. For some reason, you want me to agree to it.”

"It would be preferable, if only because it would prove to you that yielding to temptation can be far more rewarding than self-imposed starvation.” Yang pulled his lips away from the wound, instead pressing his clawed thumb against it. Her wince was the only enjoyable thing he’d seen all day. He exerted just a little more pressure. “There’s fun to be had, flavours to be tasted, and a life left to live…yet you content yourself with the bland taste of Sacramental crumbs.”

Slit pupils searched her rounded human ones, seeking, prying for anything- one hiccup, just one to prey upon.

Liliana’s lips thinned, straightening her back.

A complicated mix of frustration and pride welled up inside him at that. She was so difficult. So tired yet quietly resolute. It wet his appetite something awful. His cock stirred, but he couldn't claim the hunger for her to be purely lust.

“I will leave you now, Saint Liliana,” he uttered.

A stab of surprise and alarm entered her gaze. Yang inwardly smirked. Well, well…was that disappointment he sensed?

Make that two enjoyable things he'd seen today. “But not indefinitely. We’ll meet again. On that day, you’ll find pleasure isn’t nearly so agonizing as a pointless life filled with boring silence.”

Lili smiled a brittle smile and touched his wrist as if parting from an old friend. She didn’t hate him despite his jeers, his constant shadowing of her footsteps and late-night torments. The thought was odd, as was her surreal sense of calm. She’d resigned herself to her fate completely. “I suppose it’s only natural I should see you again. You’re like a personification of my doubts.”

He sneered. “I’m not nearly anything so trivial.”

He captured her chin in hand, running a sharp thumb over her jaw and comparing it to petals. “Pressed flowers last hundreds of years on herbarium sheets, Lili. At a price: the flowers are flattened. Bled dry. Hidden away in a thick volume to sit on a lonely shelf instead of basking in the sunlight where they belong.”

He kept talking lowly, as if willing her to envision his words and succumb to suggestion. His pointed claw skimmed over kissable lips. “Personally, I’ve always preferred the flowers that bloom brightly- even if it's just once- compared with those unnaturally preserved.”

Liliana kept still in his hold. “Are you comparing me with flowers now, Yang? That’s surprisingly romantic of you.”

He blinked, and smiled cruelly. “I could call you the prettiest flower here, Lili- if you’d like.”

“I’m not in the mood to be fooled by you,” she sighed, a strange fondness in her eye. Yang didn’t understand it. He couldn’t understand a lot about this particular human. What he did know: was that it would be a monumental bore if this woman were to be silenced forevermore.

------------

The fateful day of the ceremony finally arrived. Much like the day Lili could remember seeing a demon for the very first time- a stifling humidity choked the air. In this somnolent summer haze, Lili walked through the hushed town of Burlone, head bowed. A procession of key church figures and followers alike stretched out as far as the eye could see, guiding her. A crowd had formed, town bystanders occasionally throwing white flowers at her feet. Lili could sense Elena at her side, and Sister Sophia’s guiding presence at her back. She wasn’t alone. No…she was surrounded by so many people.

Liliana clasped her hands tighter, silently screaming. In that moment, under a sheer veil and the hot merciless sun beating down upon her, blazing the world behind her veil pure stark white- she felt the weight of all who had come before- and all the Key Maidens who would come after. Their ghosts remained with her long after she was shown into the underground tomb, her hands bound behind her back, the stone door pulled back into place, but not before she heard Sister Sophia mutter;

"By the Grace of God, let this child be reborn through this humble taste of martyrdom and guide us once more when she awakens as a living Saint, Amen."

She was then left in complete and utter silence and darkness. No sunlight or food. Only a small amount of water could be heard trickling down from the ceiling. She would have to fall to her knees and drink like an animal to slick any thirst. Lili swallowed thickly and fought not to slump into despair. It was cool within the tomb, not a sound stirring from outside.

Many things passed through her weary mind as she lay in that lonely place meant for the dead. Guilt, for her heart not being fully committed to Sainthood. Fear, worry, and other such things.

One thing Lili didn’t expect to feel was regret. The image of a marked body slinking through the shadows of her room like a stalking tiger prowling through the jungle remained burned into the backs of her eyes. He kept her company during those long, passing hours. She could visualise him so clearly, her Devil. Hear him, smell him-

Lili’s nostrils flared, picking up a hint of spice. She sucked in the scent, coughing when it choked her lungs. Raising herself up groggily from the floor, Lili shifted as best she could considering her bound arms, gasping at the sight before her.

Instead of unrelenting darkness, a warm orange glow commanded the tomb. Red lanterns with golden tassels gently swayed alongside extravagant lace curtains. They parted to reveal what looked like a shrine. Sat upon a gilded chair within that warm, hazy vision, slightly obscured by the lazy trails of smoke from his signature kiseru; Yang awaited her. One leg was slung over the other, his expression more unreadable than ever before, deceptively apathetic.

Lili dragged herself over on her knees, gazing at his decadent splendour.

You came, she thought, torn between relief and frustration. More than anything else- the hunger, the thirst, the lack of sunlight- he was the test she feared most. Her life would’ve been so much easier if he’d never tempted her in the first place.

Yang didn’t say anything for a moment, studying her as she did him. Finally, thin lips parted, removing the pipe from his mouth.

“Isn’t it ironic?” a tattooed hand drew forward. Ignoring her flinch, he bent down and took hold of her chin. “You’re kneeling in front of me as you do for your so-called God," he purred, silky words tinged with a patronising smile. “Why don’t you pray to me too while you’re at it, hm?”

Lili trembled in his hold. "Why are you here?" She breathed. Something in his eyes danced, sending a shot of heat down her spine. “I won’t give in to you. You being here makes no difference.”

Yang closed his lips over the end of his pipe, taking a hearty drag. Lili flinched as he exhaled, sending a flurry of smoke into her face. “The Lord detests lying lips, but he delights in people who are trustworthy’ is that not a quote from your tiresome little book?”

He could likely see her thought process quite clearly. He was the Devil offering food and drink while she fasted. A lantern to guide her in darkness. A body to warm her cold flesh. She’d do everything in her power to resist him.

Perhaps he’d already won the second she’d slipped up that one summer night and allowed the fantasy of his head between her thighs to enter her mind. A sin, a secret she’d carried and confessed to no one, but remained buried in her heart.

Pure they called her. Was she really?

Lili’s gaze wavered, her knees aching from the punishing stone.

Yang clicked his tongue. “Why continue this farce?”

“I told you, it’s so that no one else need do this.”

“You martyr yourself for strangers. What’s more, you don’t seem to understand the triviality of your sacrifice, Liliana.” He released her to study his pipe with an air of boredom. “Haven’t you ever wondered why Key Maidens are demanded so regularly? The last one to be called up was just last year. I had some brats do some snooping for me, you see. The last woman was-”

“Chole,” Lili straightened with a frown. “What does she have to do with this?”

“Everything~ you see, your church employing the grim tradition of genital mutilation can result in…sickness. The wound becomes infected. It happened to your precious Chole.”

Lili sat back on her heels. Disbelief settled over her shoulders. No, it couldn’t be true…

“T-they said she was sick but-”

“It was no common cold. She was killed by the very ones who claimed to worship her," Yang stated without a hint of sympathy. He leaned forward soundlessly from his seat, reaching out to cup her cheek in his palm, petting it gently as if she were a beast he’d tamed. His skin was a shock of warmth against her cool flesh. It cried out for more. His claws felt like smouldering knives hovering inches from her skin. “There is another form of worship you are yet to acquaint yourself with, Liliana,” he purred, fingers sliding into her hair. He curled buttery blonde strands around his knuckles, bringing them to his lips in the mockery of a princely kiss.

“Please…stop,” she begged softly. “Sister Sophia would have told me about Chole. I’m sure- I’m sure it was unrelated.”

Yang’s expression became eerily blank. She got the feeling he was becoming unimpressed. “You know why I’m here,” he said evenly. “Do you expect me to behave like a gentleman?”

“No,” her eyes never wavered despite the need and despair battling inside. “I just- the others…”

He chuckled and sat back in his chair, picking up a goblet and taking a hearty drink. Lili watched, swallowing against the dryness of her mouth. “So if you didn’t have to worry about others becoming Key Maidens as a consequence of you dropping out, you’d accept me inside you?” Yang smiled over the rim of his cup, the golden hue of his eyes dancing. It was a smile of victory. They both knew it. When his hand travelled down her throat, she didn’t resist. “Your soul has grown sick with longing after denying yourself so long. It hungers. It festers...but you’ll never ask me to touch you of your own volition, will you?” He sighed, a grin slowly curling his mouth into a manic smile. “Oh well. I’ll happily take whatever I want either way,” he took another drink, knocking it back.

“Yang-”

Hard lips crashed to hers, muffling the soft murmur of his name. Liquid flooded her mouth, and Lili squeaked with outrage. Firm hands clamped onto her cheeks, preventing escape. She had no choice but to gulp it down, feeling Yang’s tongue push it inside. She ripped her mouth free the moment he let go, coughing.

“There. Was that so terrible?”

“I hate you,” Lili hissed, feeling the alcohol drip down her chin, the rest flowing down to warm her stomach with a pleasant haze.

“You can’t lie to a liar, Liliana. If you’re going to try- do a more convincing job of it,” Yang leaned back, only to draw his knee up- pressing a foot against her stomach. “We can make this as painful or as pleasurable as you wish. What shall it be?”

Liliana glared, chest heaving. It seemed to amuse him to no end.

“I suppose as a martyr, you’ll choose pain every time,” he mused, letting out a sigh and studying the cave ceiling impassively.

Lili closed her eyes briefly. She thought about her people, about Chole, about Sister Sophia and the worshippers. She remembered watching Chole be sealed away in late December when the air chilled their bones- the fear on her face, the resignation. How every moment after, she and the other prospective Key Maidens had walked with misery- until she'd been selected as the next lamb in line for the slaughter. As she remembered these things, Lili came to a very sad, and simple thought.

It would never end. Even if Yang didn't take her body today, it wouldn't make a difference. Someone else would still be chosen as a Key Maiden, years- or maybe even months down the line, if she got sick and died too like Chole.

“Yang,” she said softly, opening her eyes to look at him. Something in them seemed to catch and hold his interest. “I would like to- to offer you a deal.”

“Oh? I’m listening.”

On trembling legs, Lili shifted and pulled herself up, feeling his foot draw away as she stood. “You may have me: in every way you see fit, if you can guarantee the end of the Key Maiden practice.” Yang opened his mouth to reply, but Lili continued swiftly. “Do so in a way that does not kill anyone, and we have a deal.”

His teeth flashed in the lamplight like the glitter of silvery snakeskin. “My, my…I never predicted when I first saw you that Saint Liliana would ask me, a Devil- to essentially end her very religion.”

If it was what she had to do to keep other women safe from the same fate, Lili didn’t mourn the prospect. “I know it won’t solve everything,” she murmured. “I’m not that naïve. Other ways will probably be invented after this to achieve something similar. I just- I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try.”

Yang gazed at her steadily. His lips parted, eyebrows rising as if surprised. He then grew quiet, and it was the most unnerving silence Lili had ever experienced in his presence.

Suddenly, Lili felt herself being scooped up in something thin and leathery. It swept her up to Yang, dumping her right on his lap- and it was only when it withdrew that Liliana registered it as his tail. Sharp claws were then framing her face, tilting her chin up. Twin pairs of yellow, luminous moons swallowed her whole. If the Key Maiden process would mutilate her body, Lili shuddered to think what those eyes could do to her soul. His nose brushed hers almost affectionately.

“Deal.”

And then firm, punishing lips claimed hers. Lili swallowed her squeak, squeezing her eyes shut. His kisses were hard and fierce. Those lips peeled back for teeth to lunge in, and Liliana squealed as he bit at her mouth, latching onto her bottom lip. It wasn’t kissing in the way she knew it. This was devouring.

Just as Lili thought this would be an awful experience, full of pain and discomfort- Yang parted her lips, pushing his tongue inside. It shouldn’t have felt good. For some reason however, Yang let up his attack on her lips, brushing his tongue against hers with skillful, encouraging brushes. She tasted copper- her own blood. Lili found herself tentatively responding, clumsy and awkward in execution, but Yang’s quiet groan sent a bolt of molten heat down to her core.

“Mn- Lili-” he purred between kisses, tangling a hand in her hair and curling it into a fist. He tugged at the tresses, eliciting a gasp as he plastered their bodies together.

She hadn’t meant to sound quite so breathless. That cruel mouth smirked as it pulled away to start mouthing hungrily at her neck, biting, nipping and kissing as it went, before Yang shamelessly buried his face in her chest and gathered her close.

Lili squealed- hearing a snap as her bonds were slashed- that tail flicking back into the darkness. She held on about his shoulders just to keep upright. The thin, flimsy material of her robe was suddenly gone too- slashed open across her torso by something quickly- his claws perhaps. She could only watch the white material pool around her waist, gasping louder the moment something hot and wet clamped around her breast.

Sharp teeth skimmed and scraped, coaxing the bud of her nipples to harden. He then sucked and flicked at the peaks with his tongue, a foreign pleasure building inside her at the sensation. It made Lili bold enough to hold his crown of red hair, finding the uneven strands feathery soft to the touch. She didn't realise she was keening, arching into his mouth like a taut bowstring- until he gave a muffled chuckle.

"How do you like it, Liliana? Are mortal pleasures worth damning yourself for?"

"N-no. That's not why I did this."

"I'm glad. If you gave in so easily it would be dull. Perhaps we should test how much you enjoy demonic pleasures now."

"What do you mea- agh!"

That infernal tail returned, sliding between their bodies to dip between her thighs beneath the tattered remains on her clothes. Lili twitched and jolted, trying to remain upright as she straddled Yang. It proved difficult when the whip-like curve of the tail brushed and probed at her bare sex, beginning to rub against it.

"Yang…" she growled.

"Hmm?"

"This is- surely inappropriate-"

His lips and teeth glided up to the spot behind her ear, teasing the shell. "Heh, it's just a tail. I could fuck you with far more obscene things if you'd like."

"N-no. It's fine-"

He gave an answering chuckle before grasping her ass, beginning to grind her more insistently against his lap. Lili shuddered, swallowing a moan as the tip of his devilish tail teased and rubbed at her clit while something hard began to nudge between her legs from the folds of Yang’s trousers.

Oh.

Lili met his eye and wet her lips, darting her gaze away and back again. “Can- can I…?”

“Use your words.”

Long had she waited and wondered, imagining the extent of those marks on his hands. “Let me see all of you, too. If I am to be damned for this, we may as well do it properly.”

Yang tilted his head. “Mn? You want to play with me too?”

She couldn’t get any redder. Liliana gave a sigh, “if you must refer to it that way then-“

The smoke Lili assumed was from Yang’s extinguished pipe had continued to linger like a grey shroud, but suddenly it thickened. Lili blinked in surprise. It became hard to see- but she felt rather than saw the material under her hands evaporate into nothingness, leaving only warm bare flesh.

She sucked in a sharp breath when it dissipated, revealing a fully nude Yang beneath her. Sadly, her imagination hadn’t been able to conjure up anything close to the real thing. The tattoos branding his body travelled down the length of both arms, sprawling down one side of his torso and lovingly wrapping around his collarbone. It even continued down his thigh, stopping dangerously close to his-

Green eyes flicked away. She was unable to say anything uniquely quippy, only mumbling a small; “are you so lazy that you need magic to undress you?”

Yang chuckled, stroking his hands down her thighs. Those black claws trailed and bit down, drawing thin lines of blood. His mouth clamped onto her neck the moment she inhaled sharply, as if breathing in her pain and pleasure. That tail picked up from where it left off, teasing at her entrance, but as if bored with it, she felt pressure start to worm its way between the folds of her sex, nudging, inching in.

“Yang!” she exclaimed, digging her own nails into his shoulders.

He didn’t so much as flinch, humming an acknowledgment.

“Yang- you-!”

You can’t, she’d wanted to say. It was cruel, surely, to do this to her. To take her so impersonally as to spear her on his tail.

Liliana’s protests cut off the moment the tail slipped inside her wet folds. She gasped and clenched around it, eyes widening as an unholy noise ripped itself out of her lips. “Hnnnagh!”

It wasn’t anything like the fingers she’d used to pleasure herself with in stolen moments at midnight, nor was it like the pain she imagined a man’s cock would bring. It almost seemed to mould itself into the shape of her cunt, the tip stroking her virginal walls so lovingly she couldn’t help but clench hard around it.

“Do you like it better now?” Yang teased. “Do our devilish delights please the almighty Key Maiden?”

Lili couldn’t help but squirm with gritted teeth, bucking her hips against the leathery length of his tail. She tossed her head back and caught his eye- her own watery with need, rosy lips parted with a few strands of hair clinging to them. “Please,” she panted. “More, Yang…”

She was too lost in need to notice him stiffen beneath her. Teeth were then clamping down on her chest violently just as the thing filling her up undulated and writhed, canting her hips with the strength of it. Liliana cried out and dug her nails into Yang’s back as she held onto him, muffling sobs and sharp, keening noises into his shoulder. She could feel the circle of teeth digging into her chest- no- not her chest- it was branding itself directly over her heart. Another few squirms of the whip-like tail thrusting and licking inside her turned Lili’s mind to mush however- and she no longer cared what Yang did to her body. It thrust up and down, occasionally roving around like a seeking tongue and jostling her hips from side to side.

It was obscene. It was perfect. Evidence of her arousal slid down its black length, glistening in the light.

It wasn’t long before the fire he’d steadily coaxed awake in her veins lit brightly aflame, and Lili stiffened, crying out her rapture into the cave. A taunting echo of it played back to her several times over, damning in its sheer enjoyment.

Lili panted, feeling a dampness cover her body in a light sheen. She felt so hot. Yang’s strong back felt blisteringly warm beneath her hands.

Speaking of…

Coming down from her high, Lili blinked down at her demonic lover. She took in the state of her body with a kind of dazed acknowledgment.

It was no exaggeration to say she was covered in bite marks. Some were already raising with the purplish welts of bruises, others were angry red and slightly bleeding. Yang was busy smearing her crimson blood over the skin of her wrist, pressing his nose to it and inhaling like a man enamoured.

Or obsessed.

Tiger-like eyes slid open, and Lili’s cunt clenched around the slack tail still buried inside her. He wasn’t enamoured or obsessed, no. That would be too mortal. He was looking at her with some unnameable emotion, perhaps only known to demons.

With calm grace, his hand raised, fingers wrapping around her neck easily. “I’m going to take you now,” he said simply. “I did intend to play with you longer, but it’ll have to wait. Your blood is sweeter than a new-born lamb.”

The tail filling her was abruptly ripped free- and Lili cried out from the sudden loss rather than pain. It was replaced at first with bloody fingers touching at her folds, before a hard length pressed up against her.

“I-I-“ Lili quickly grabbed his face, cradling it between her hands and witnessing surprise flash within his golden depths. “You know I haven’t…before, so- so please-“

“You’d beg a demon to go easy on you?”

Lili bit her lip, squeaking when Yang joined her in the action and bit down onto her bottom lip with much more force, soon replacing the sting with the soft brush of his tongue and a lingering suck. “Don’t fret. I think I’m being plenty ‘nice’ already, don’t you? Heh, besides…I think you enjoy my brand of torment more than you can admit,” his tail was raised up to her mouth in offering, still sticky with evidence of her release. Liliana didn’t even question it as he teased it against her lips- her pink tongue poking out to taste herself.

His eyes darkened at the action. “A marvellously fast learner. You’ll do just fine…” he purred, leaning in and joining her in licking the length of his tail- before sealing their mouths together and kissing her hard.

His hips pushed up just as Yang brought hers down, pushing himself inside.

Lili’s cry as he took her maidenhead was muffled as Yang kissed her hungrily. He wrapped an arm more securely around her waist, waiting until he was fully locked inside before he began moving; thrusting up into her from below.

It quickly became overwhelming. Different from his tail certainly, but Lili couldn’t claim to hate it, far from it. She’d expected blood and pain, especially considering his appetite. Unlike everything she’d read and heard about from a few confessions however; this didn’t feel like a ruthless claiming. Yang rocked her hips against his with guiding motions of his hands upon her waist, showing her the rhythm until she was brave enough to move on her own. A surge of power shot through her veins when she watched how she straddled him- took him so well.

Something dark and hungry unfurled in her heart. It made her sink down and take even more of his cock, seeing stars behind her eyes at the feel of it.

When next they kissed: Liliana bit his lips. Yang purred in delight, bouncing her on his lap all the harder until wet noises graced her ears. The kind Elena and Leo had made; harsh, slapping sounds of bodies meeting. Yang shifted the angle and thrust up, hitting new depths inside her that sent Lili careening over the edge once more, screaming her release. The newfound appetite refused to be sated though- and she wound her fingers tight in red-wine hair and was back to bucking needily against him soon enough.

Yang’s eyes widened. A jagged smile split his lips- before he threw his head back. Broken, manic laughter filled the cave. It bounced ceaselessly across the dark cave’s walls in a vicious echo; a never-ending song that bespoke of demonic victory on hallowed ground.

-----

None of church higher-ups could figure out how it had happened; How Liliana had entered the tomb a virgin but left it defiled. She wouldn’t speak a word about it to anyone.

Some in the community thought this was a divine blessing- that she’d been visited by a holy figure. Most branded her a deceitful whore that had thoughtlessly given her virginity away to a stranger. Either way, she was stripped of her rights to enter Sainthood and another woman was selected to take up the task of becoming the next ‘Key Maiden.’

As for what became of Liliana, she returned to her humble origins of Arca’s small local church, facing the disappointed faces of her peers and mother figure, Sister Sophia. A pregnant Elena returned with her, their reputations similarly stained.

Weeks passed with little in the way of change, until the last day of summer. The moon loomed high and watchful that clear, still night. Rumour had it the next Key Maiden's test date was looming close on the horizon.

Lili startled awake, feeling arms supporting her weight. She was moving.

Green eyes snapped up to the demon carrying her. “Y-yang,” she rasped, shifting in his arms. Tears stung her gaze. She hadn’t seen him since the tomb, and had assumed he’d discarded her after having his ‘fun.’

His obsidian horns caught the light of the moon, gleaming with a smooth shine. It was then Liliana realised they were outside on the church grounds, grass crunching softly beneath his feet as they passed the graveyard's tombstones.

“Why are you crying? Is the sight of me so distressing?” he smiled down at her.

Golden eyes looked just a little kinder right then, softer. Or perhaps it was simply the tears blurring her vision that made him appear so.

Liliana buried her face in his chest, beating her fist against his shoulder. She shuddered, eventually wrapping her arms around his neck and clinging tight. “Damn you,” she whispered, choking on a sob. “You ruined me.”

“I liberated you. Have a little gratitude.”

“W-where are you taking me?”

“It’s boring not having you close by to torment, and I refuse to scuttle around a drafty church for the rest of your years. Don’t fret…where we’re going, you won’t have to worry about being ‘tainted’ or ‘ruined.’ It’ll become the norm.”

A fissure cracked open in the earth, steam hissing out. The green grass was scorched charcoal black as a large opening was created- the huge, yawning chasm of void-like darkness welcoming him home. Liliana's eyes widened, looking at the newly opened passageway that led down, down down into the depths of the earth...

“Will you not try to run?”

The thing she’d been raised for had been ruined. She had nothing else. Living for herself wasn’t a concept Lili had ever entertained- scarcely allowed to.

But this- experiencing pleasure in his arms? That was something she could do. It was selfish, indulgent and mindless, yet she'd never felt more at peace.

“It would be the wisest thing to do,” she murmured. Only…I can’t seem to get my legs to obey.

Her fingers curled into his clothing, betraying her.

Yang noticed, lips twitching. The yellow moon looming behind his head almost seemed to give his horns a halo-like gleam. His fingers tangled in her hair and tugged, bringing their lips together in a claiming kiss.

“Lili!”

She jolted in his arms and twisted to look over his shoulder, glimpsing Elena further away in her nightgown, cradling her new-born in her arms as she ran toward them.

Liliana opened her mouth to say something, but Yang’s stride didn’t falter, and he continued carrying her into the jaws of Hell, shadows falling over them. Before she was out of sight completely, Lili shot her what she hoped was a small, reassuring smile.

The lip of the earth slammed shut the moment they were swallowed inside the cavern, sealing Liliana away from the mortal plane. It didn’t matter how much Elena screamed and shouted for help, none would be able to save the former Saint that had surrendered herself to the whims of a Devil.

------------

In the weeks that followed, the cathedral and holy tower that had been erected to honour the Key Maiden figures became the victims of a sudden earthquake; toppling as if they were constructed by little more than building blocks. This perhaps would not be so strange; except the church leader's minds seemed to be compromised overnight.

They turned their attentions away from Key Maiden worship, abandoning it and leaving the practice to fade into obscurity, only mentioned in forgotten books of worship and old paintings. The people's faith latched onto something else, wanting, needing a figure of comfort to stave away the Devils.

End

#piofiore yang #yanglili #piofiore fated memories #piofiore episodio 1926 #piofiore no banshou #otome games #otome fanfic #piofiore fanfic

44 notes · View notes

more-than-a-princess · 3 months

Note

Code Realize for the fandom talk thing?

SEND ME A FRANCHISE OR SERIES AND I WILL TALK ABOUT IT - Accepting!

The way I feel about Code: Realize is the way I feel like a lot of people who like romantic fantasy/romantasy genre view Sarah J. Maas stories (Throne of Glass, A Court of Thorns and Roses, Crescent City): a lot of time spent on worldbuilding and developing the characters, little in the way of actual romance (and smut, in the books' cases), but Strong Badass Heroines.

To that end: both Code: Realize and SJM's works are kind of...outliers in the genre of otome and romantasy, respectively? I feel where otome is concerned, many fans look for quicker (not instant, but quicker!) romance with all of the LIs than what Code: Realize offers and in turn, get frustrated with the game.

This, IMO, is a mistake: because Code: Realize may not be the best example of an otome game, but it is an excellent story!

Code: Realize, usually, is the otome game I suggest for people to try who don't like romance games. They don't like romance novels or romantic dramas and think lovey-dovey fictional romance where a heroine has the chance to romance a harem of men played out on the page and screen is stupid and boring and they will definitely not like it.

Spoiler: If they play Code: Realize, they usually end up liking it.

So, all of that is to say: this franchise gets such a bad rap in the otome fandom because otome players are playing it expecting certain tropes to be met without evaluating it on the story and character development as a whole.

Yes, it sets up a lot of backstory and worldbuilding. And yes, not every route will be everyone's favorite, but I think it's a disservice to dismiss this game whether you're a big fan of otome or you think the genre isn't for you.

Now that said, my personal takes:

Cardia is one of the best/favorite heroines I've ever had the pleasure to meet in otome games. To be fair, I've backed off playing these for a bit in favor of romantic fantasy and contemporary romantic fiction: a lot of the common themes or tropes that grate on me about otome (wilting flowers/helpless heroines, controlling LIs bordering on sexual assault, everything about Yang from Piofiore and Toma from Amnesia) can be avoided much more easily in novels if you read the trope/trigger warnings. But Cardia doesn't have the wilting flower problem: yes, she has poison in her skin as a weapon but she's also just really cool? While other players rolled their eyes at the extensive training scenes in the main story, I really liked that she learned from all of the love interests before choosing a route. She gained useful skills! This also reminds me of Feyre training with members of the Night Court in ACOTAR.

I fully embrace Steampunk Code: Realize London is not adhering to any historical accuracy, and yet I'm still digging it. I'm also weak for classic literature references (Sonia and I share this trait, to no one's surprise), so it's fun pointing out "OH IT'S A NOD TO THIS!" during the games.

I'm not a fan of fandisc sequels for otome games as the side stories are usually paper thin and pretty dull in comparison to the main one (though I may bite the bullet and buy the CupiPara FD that just came out), but Code: Realize did this mostly pretty well. I like the first fandisc/second game better than the second fandisc/third game as far as extra story content goes. I am also biased because we finally got the Van Helsing kiss CG in the second game (the only kiss CG left out of the original game? Really, developers? Why must you do my fictional BF so dirty like this?).

My aversion to Impey Barbicane is entirely because he is the unholy combination of Kazuichi Soda from Danganronpa and Duo Maxwell from Gundam Wing, two characters who are just Not Sexy to me. Sonia's aversion to Impey in a modern Code: Realize verse is entirely due to the fact that he reminds her of Kazuichi.

My least favorite route in the original game was St. Germain's. I don't like him, he gives me the ick. My favorite routes besides the final one are Abraham van Helsing and Victor Frankenstein. Van Helsing for the backstory, Victor for his character development. Victor is also so underrated. If I had to choose any of them for a husband, I'm picking Victor Frankenstein any day of the week.

But because this is a roleplay blog...

I ship Sonia with Van Helsing, Lupin, and Victor, in that order. Only one of these is actually in development, with @scarlxtleaves' Arsene Lupin in a modern Code: Realize verse. He's saved her life and she still thinks he's sus due to the over-the-top flirtation (and yes, she has taken into consideration that he is French and therefore it is in his nature to do so). Her struggle, besides staying alive and safe from terrorists who wish to kill her, is figuring out that Lupin's affection towards her is genuine interest and care with real feelings behind it and not just flirting with her for fun and/or friends with benefits.

I believe in her, even though she's not exactly the brightest bulb when figuring out that someone really is in love with her.

Finally: the Code: Realize anime, just like the Umineko anime, is complete garbage and you should forget it even exists. Just play the games instead.

#more-than-a-princess answered #more-than-a-princess musings #braveryhearted #(Talk about a fandom meme)#(This whole reply should just be an indicator that I am romance media trash at heart)#(Incidentally I feel like consuming so much of this helps me write romantic ships better)#(Or at least more believably: learning what to do and what not to do in romantic fiction)

4 notes · View notes

kissmetwicekissmedeadly · 10 months

Note

Me bursting in to pester you about who I might like in Piofiore and why

Because I don't need another otome to play lolol

ALLY

DARLING

SWEETIE

IM SO SORRY BUT YOU'RE DOOMED

IT WAS LITERALLY THE OTHER DAY WHEN I LAST DM-ED YOU THAT I THOUGHT ABOUT "HEY THERE'S THIS GUY IN PIOFIORE THAT'S PERFECT FOR ALLY I GOTTA SHOW HER SOMETIME"

Im so sorry you might need another otome to play now

He's Oliver Haas. He's a lawyer and chef advisor of one of the mafia families. He's Gil's babysitter basically. He's tired. He has work to do.

I might have written one smut with him and Gilbert and reader back in 2020 (bad quality warning) but i think Oliver fucks Gilbert and not the reader? I don't remembeeeer.....

Anyway enjoy your new old man >:)

#nsft

8 notes · View notes

hisbeautifulnightmare17 · 2 years

Text

Looking for a new place to have meetings with Dante, Gil, Nicola, Yang and orlok got me like

🎶there's a meeting in my bed🎶

Henri and leo can also join 🤣 it's gonna be a detailed meeting

#my 2d hoe tendencies are showing #piofiore #piofiore dante smut #dante falzone #gilbert redford #nicola francesca #piofiore orlok #henri lambert #yang piofiore #otome #someone help me #smut

5 notes · View notes

furytigresse · 4 years

Link

"Tell me what you're thinking about, Lili."

His voice was lower than usual, rough with sleep, a deep, deep purr that sent a shiver through my entire body. Yang apparently felt it too because I could hear his smirk when he spoke next, before I could answer.

"Don't tell me... you were too eager for this morning's promised playtime to sleep?"

#piofiore #yang #liliana adornato #smut #fanfic #fanfiction

14 notes · View notes

xxsycamore · 2 years

Text

𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘍𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘖𝘔𝘚 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

featuring works written after July 1st, 2021. You can find my old (misc) masterlist here.

⤶ go back to masterlist navigation

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒: Touchstarved; Piofiore Fated Memories/Episodio 1926; Vairable Barricade; Midnight Cinderella; Tears Of Themis (coming soon)

••• ━━━━━Touchstarved

Something A Little More Fun - AIS X VERE [smut] Tags: Friends With Benefits; Smoking; Alcohol; Alley Blow Jobs; Frottage; Kissing; Making Out; Blow Jobs; Large Cock; Ais is packing; Choking; Glove Kink; Ais plays with Vere’s fox ears

••• ━━━━━Piofiore Fated Memories/Episodio 1926

Corruption - YUAN [smut] Tags: Choking; Asphyxiation; Masochism; Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot; Virginity; Reader is a virgin; Coming In Pants; Coming Untouched; Verbal Humiliation; Praise Kink; Dirty Talk; in Tsudaken’s voice nonetheless! if you can hear it

You and I, among the fallen leaves - DANTE FALZONE [fluff] Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff; Childhood Memories

••• ━━━━━Midnight Cinderella

Ice-cold heat - BYRON WAGNER [smut] Tags: Temperature Play; Punishment; Masturbation; Power Play

Shared moments - NICO MEYER [smut] Tags: Secret relationship; Bathroom sex; Fluff & Smut

••• ━━━━━Variable Barricade

A Lovely Day - ICHIYA MITSUMORI [fluff] Tags: Fluff; Tooth-Rotting Fluff; Married Couple; Married Life; Pet Names; Dates; Kissing; Humor

#tears of themis #tot #piofiore #piofiore fated memories #piofiore no banshou #midnight cinderella #midcin #touchstarved #ikemen series #marius von hagen #vyn richter #luke pearce #artem wing #piofiore yang

20 notes · View notes

jardinsdeminuit · 3 years

Text

Otome/General Fanfic Masterlist

Anything that isn’t Dialovers or Genshin goes here. Most of these are otome games, but I have a couple of anime fics, too. I hope you enjoy looking through!

Important notes:

All links are for AO3.

The rating of each fic is given. E (explicit) is for 18+, M (mature) is for 16+ and T (teen) is for 13+.

I am a young adult who writes primarily adult content. As such, a lot of these fics have smut, violence and dark themes. Please only click on E rated fics if you’re 18 or over and read the tags carefully at the start of each fic.

Pairings and ratings are listed beside each fic.

If I have more than one fic for a fandom, then it has its own heading. If not, then it’ll be under ‘Miscellaneous’ at the end. Longfics (ie. those longer than a couple of chapters) can be found at the start of each section, with one-shots and shorter fics after.

I haven’t written word counts for short fics to make this easier to read, but in general, drabbles are less than 1000 words and one-shots are 1000-5000 words.

If you’re looking for Dialovers or Genshin Impact fics, then please check out those masterlists!

Heart/Joker no Kuni no Alice

Midnight Invitation (Stepping on Thorns 1)

Blood x Alice / E / 6 chapters

Alice is invited to the Hatter Mansion for a tea party. (Un)surprisingly, chaos ensues.

------------------------------

Glass Roses (Stepping on Thorns 2)

Blood x Alice / E / 12 chapters

When a group of faceless are senselessly murdered, Alice teams up with Ace to find the culprit.

------------------------------

Clockwork Heart (Stepping on Thorns 3)

Blood x Alice / E / 28/36 chapters

Things are starting to go wrong in Wonderland, and it’s up to Alice to find out what’s causing them.

------------------------------

Chasing Butterflies

Black Joker x OC / E / 4/? chapters

Anna does her best to win her boss’s heart. (Fics for TooHappyUser featuring her OC.)

------------------------------

White Gloves and Black Lace (Alice x Blood / E / one-shot)

The Storm (Alice x Julius / E / one-shot)

A Night Under the Stars (Ace x Alice x Julius / E / 2 chapters)

Ozmafia!!

Filthy Hands (no pairing / M / one-shot)

Lionheart (Caramia x Fuka / E / 2 chapters)

Piofiore no Banshou

The Flower That Blooms In Adversity

(Yang x OC / E / 20/30 chapters)

When Viola finds out her sister has been kidnapped by Yang, she’s manipulated into helping him build his presence in Burlone.

------------------------------

Purple Mask (Orlok x Lili / E / one-shot)

Control (Yang x Lili / E / one-shot)

Red Lines (Yang x Lili / E / one-shot)

Miscellaneous

Amnesia

Splinters (Ikki x Heroine / E / 2 chapters)

------------------------------

Enen no Shouboutai / Fire Force

Limit (Benimaru x F!Reader / E / one-shot)

------------------------------

Yuukoku no Moriarty / Moriarty the Patriot

An Honest Man (Sebastian Moran x F!Reader / E / 1/2 chapters)

31 notes · View notes

hellcatinnc · 9 months

Text

Gift Wrapping Distraction

Warning This includes: NSFW/SMUT (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: nsfw, mature themes, consensual, smut, dante, dante falzone, dante x reader, light bondage, glove kink, fingering, kink, sex, missionary sex, pussy spanking, rosy pussy, slight pain

Word Count: 1,408

Prompt List Words Used: Gift wrapping distractions, red ribbon

Feature: Dante x Fem! Reader

——————————————————————————

You and Dante did all the Christmas shopping this year but with all that had been going on with the other mafia bosses put you two behind on shopping. Here it is the week of Christmas and you were running into trying to get gifts wrapped fast. Christmas Eve was the last day and it was to be an all night you two would have to pull to make sure Christmas morning everything was under the tree before the Christmas Party that afternoon. He comes home late Christmas Eve and its just you and him at the house tonight, Nicola and Leo both had a Christmas Date, & Guila was seeing some her family.

He walked into the living room and he was carrying a bouquet of beautiful red roses as he smiles at you he takes your hand and kisses it. He apologizes for being late, and hands you the roses. They were stunning you wanted them on the table so you could look at them always. You went got a vase got some water then came back to the living room. He had already removed his jacket and hat. He had yet to take off his gloves but the longer you watched him from the door way the moment he started pulling them off you realized not just how sexy his hands were but the gloves on those hands turned you on as well. You found yourself drawn to his gloves and hands you bit your bottom lip and began to fantasize what he could do with them on and off.

He looked over at you when he realized you were back and smiled, and with all your naughty thoughts you blushed. He chuckled and he had known you long enough he knew when you blushed like that is because he caught you thinking something naughty. He walked over to you his hand softly on your cheek, "Y/N, my love, just what are you thinking?" He smiled at you so innocently he knew there was something on your mind but too much of a gentleman to push it. You knew apart of you wanted him to know so you spit it out. You told him the attraction to him wearing his gloves and before you knew it he chuckled. You lightly pat his shoulder "Its not funny." you were a bit irritated with him for laughing. He leans in nibbling on your ear, like you could stay mad with him after that. He can make you melt with the ear nibbles and softly blowing in your ear.

Dante is a lover who always makes his partner feel good and although not overly dominant also not very submissive but if it pleases you he will do it either way. He smiles at you then gets a idea walking over to the gifts you two were to wrap tonight and he takes a long red ribbon off one of the gifts. He grabs your hand walks you over to the couch sitting you down, you're intrigued on what he plans to do. He takes the ribbon and ties it around your two wrists restraining them together. The very thought of him doing this turns you on without question. He pushes your hands back over your head then goes for his gloves. You still watch him not sure yet what he plans to do.

He puts them on slowly in front of you on each finger and for some reason you feel yourself getting wet from this. He comes back over kneels down in front of you and pushes your legs open. He slides your panties off from under your dress and throws them to the side. He runs his gloved hands down your thighs all the way to your core and back down again. You softly moan not sure why but the leather gloves on your skin is really turning you on. Knowing his sexy hands are inside them and you wanting to get those gloves all nice and wet you were on fire, your body was on fire. He traces those gloves around your sweet mound teasing, tantalizing you to the extreme.

He pushed you with such fervor that you felt like you were going to come before he even touched your pussy. He pushed making sure your legs were nice and wide as he rubbed his gloved fingers across your swollen clit and you moaned loudly. You looked down and watched him as he lightly smacked your pussy till it was lightly pink. This left your clit on fire and you swear pulsating from the sting of his hand. You moaned "More....Don't Stop!!" You were going mad with how that felt the smacking of the leather glove across your plush pussy you wanted it more, you craved it. He smacked it a few more times he had you turned into a mewling mess as he smacked it again and again, your skin really red now but your clit was super sensitive.

He pushed two gloved fingers against your opening teasing it, testing the boundary to see if you wanted it. You squirmed but you bucked your hips towards it you were curious how it would feel. He slid them in and the sensation was so different. Your sex was squeezing his fingers tightly and he had a harder time sliding them in and out but it still felt so good. You begged for more he started to pick up speed the roughness sliding into your hole drove you crazy. It was hitting your gspot over and over again as you whimpered and moaned not being able to handle it. Then he leaned in flicking his tongue across that now very sensitive clit and you hit a place of ecstasy that you had never known. It didn't take long to soak his gloves with your juices.

After begging him for more "Please fuck me!!" You wanted him to fuck you and take his gloves off over you while he did it. Something about exposing his hands while he plunges his cock in your turns you on so much. He unzipped his pants pulling his already erect cock pulsating wanting to be deep inside you. He pushed into your entry pushing just the head in making you moan more. As he pushed each inch in he caught your gaze as he removed each finger of his glove one by one with his teeth. The sensation of his cock entering you slowly and the fingers on his sexy hands being exposed at the same time it about sent you to your peak but you held on longer. You thrust your hips into him as he pushes his back slamming it as deep as it get almost to your cervix it felt like.

He threw one glove to the side after he was all in and as he started thrusting he started taking the other glove off one by one too. You looked up at him with desire and lust in your eyes you loved how he made you feel. He was filling up your sex cave with his throbbing cock you knew by now his head was nice and engorged because you could feel it wanting to explode. He thrust harder with his hips into you making you moan and approached your pleasure pool fast. You thought nothing could feel better then he reached down with his fingers and started rubbing your little throbbing clit and it sent you over the top you moaned loud as you felt your body release so much of your juices it was dripping down his cock and on to the couch.

He thrust a few more times feeling your pussy gripping his shaft so tight, his breath became ragged, and he couldn't stand it anymore, he made a loud groan as his seed spilled over into your cunt leaving you even more sopping wet. You were both exhausted he flopped down on the couch beside you both of you out of breath. He reached over untying your hands from the ribbon. You two layed there snuggled up together trying to catch your breath. You looked at the clock and realized it was now Christmas Day and 2am in the morning. Although this sexy romp ended up being a gift wrapping distraction and you would now be up all night for sure wrapping it was worth every single moment you and him shared.

#smut #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #adult fanfiction #18 + only #creative content challenge #holiday fan fic #SWEET & SPICY WINTERTIME #sweet & spicy wintertime #dante falzone #dante x reader #piofiore #piofiore fated memories #piofiore 1926 #glove kink #Fem! Reader

5 notes · View notes

ao3feed-skk · 5 years

Link

by doubleblack

Chuuya held the ticket in his hand tightly and he looked at the destination on it. He couldn’t be in Yokohama any longer pretending it was all fine… knowing… knowing how they killed his fiance’s best friend. How they… how they… murdered Dazai. Dazai hasn’t been home in weeks. Chuuya waited. He waited for his return. But his alpha never came home and he knew the more and more he waited, the more everyone was suspecting he had something to do with Dazai’s disappearance. That’s why Chuuya purchased a bus ticket. He bought a new phone with no ties to his previous life. He knew Dazai could easily find him if he was still out there. Chuuya packed his bags and he left. He had to… it was for their safety. Chuuya rubbed his stomach and he looked down.

Words: 1177, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs, ピオフィオーレの晩鐘 | Piofiore no Banshou (Visual Novel)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Arsene, Dante Falzone, Original Characters, Mori Ougai, mentions of Oda Sakunosuke

Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dante Falzone/Nakahara Chuuya

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Mentions of the past, Soukoku, Past and Present, Fluff and Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Violence, Eventual Smut, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega

#Soukoku #ao3feed #fanfic #Bungou Stray Dogs #Skk #Nakahara Chuuya #Dazai Osamu #Chuuya #Dazai

3 notes · View notes

rjthirsty · 12 hours

Text

Shackled to You

Nicola/Lili (Piofiore) Words: 3.2k Tags: Dubcon, Smut, Smut, Smut, Yandere!Nicola, Possessiveness

Nicola rounded the corner in the hallway, feeling more disquieted as his search for Liliana continued to produce no results. She was meant to be here at the family mansion, yet she wasn’t in any of her typical locations-- any of the locations in which he had approved her to spend time, the places where she wouldn’t be disturbed by any other men. She was absent from her bedroom, the sitting room she would read in was empty, the kitchen devoid of anyone at all. Panic started to claw at his thoughts.

Perhaps she left…

No. Not possible.

Nicola attempted to squash that line of thinking before it had the chance to grow. She wouldn’t leave, and even if she did… He came to a stop, his mind turning over the possibilities of what to do if that were the case. Alternate plans upon plans upon contingencies were cycling through his head, some of them leading to particularly dark scenarios– only in the most dire and unlikely cases, of course.

With his eyes out of focus, and the shadow of gloom growing around him, movement from outside the window caught his attention. The sunshine filtered into the room, lighting up the floor and pane like it was calling to him, beckoning Nicola to return to the present; outside the window he saw the woman he was looking for. Lili was bathed in shining splendor, the spring weather brightening her features, more beautiful to Nicola than the flowering garden she was standing in.

The strategies he was concocting faded to the back of his mind, while the corners of his mouth quirked upwards from his unintentional frown. And like it was in response to his own feeling of relief, Lili also smiled, though she wasn’t looking towards the mansion at Nicola like he was looking at her. That’s when Nicola noticed– she wasn’t alone.

His face fell, and his footsteps echoed through the empty room as he hurried towards the back garden. Whoever it was that earned her smile would regret infringing on his love. He was in a foul mood already, and that person just volunteered to take the brunt of his discontent.

Nicola stepped out of the mansion onto a beautifully mosaiced walkway in the courtyard. Neatly manicured hedges lined the walls that gave way to smaller shrubbery dotted with budding flowers, and eventually into a well-cultivated variety of decorative perennials that kept the garden lively all year while the annuals bloomed into season when the weather was right. His leather shoes clicked against the stone, heralding his arrival before he had the chance to confront Liliana and the man that was overstepping his place.

However, once the two were in sight, his steps slowed and a cold pang lanced his chest. His cousin - Dante - was the only other person with Liliana. They were a respectable distance apart, and surely Dante wouldn’t be attempting to court his lover, but they were also alone in the gardens and Nicola didn’t like when anyone was alone with his love - even Dante.

For a moment, he hesitated. Dante meant the world to him, but Liliana had quickly grown to be as important, if not more - a thought he hadn’t really put time into considering seeing as how he never imagined he’d have to measure the two. But now he wondered just who he should be disappointed with.

Could it be both? That must be it.

Nicola placed a placid smile on lips and called out to announce himself. “Cara mia, I was looking for you. You’re not at all where I expected you to be.”

Dante and Lili turned towards him, and while one of them brightened to see him, the other looked on with cool indifference.

“Nicola! I didn’t expect you to be home this early in the day.” Lili moved to join him halfway to where she had been standing, wrapping her arms around him in a greeting that eased the pain in his chest.

He placed a hand on her back, almost protectively, as he kept his eyes on his cousin. “I’m glad to see you, Dante, it saves me the effort of locating you as well.”

“Has there been a development?” Dante asked.

“You could say so. Though I don’t want my sweetheart to have to hear business details.” Despite the pleasant way he looked and the musical lilt to his voice, there was a sharpness to Nicola’s words and movements. He brought a hand up to cup the back of Lili’s head as he turned to press a soft kiss to the side of her forehead - it was purposeful and punctuated with a pointed look at Dante. Nicola might have been smiling, but his eyes were not.

“Come by my office later.”

“Of course.” Nicola kept his words short. Lili turned in his arms, letting him lock her next to him in a loose embrace. “Now if you will excuse us, I need a moment with my love.”

Dante gave a non-committal noise, his eyes shifting from Nicola to Lili, and Nicola struggled to keep his smile. His eyes darkened and he stepped around her, putting himself between them, rather than letting her stay in front of Dante. Reaching back, he clamped a hand on Lili’s arm, and with steps that betrayed his agitation, quickly escorted Lili towards the walls of the large estate - but not the main doorway to the courtyard.

Dante gave a sigh as Nicola dragged Liliana off. He’d have to have Leo check up on her later, but it was probably best if he put some distance between himself and Liliana for a while.

Lili struggled to keep up with Nicola’s long and hasty strides. “Nicola?” He didn’t even look at her as he pulled her along and her heart began hammering wildly. “Wait, you’re going too fast.”

“Just bear with it, my love. We’ll stop soon enough.” His voice was still as sweet as ever, but his actions were anything but.

He wove through another stoned-off flower bed, and Lili realized he was taking her down a path between the bushes she hadn’t seen before. It looked like some sort of maintenance route for the gardeners to manage the foliage, with the way it was hidden and how it brought them down a side of the mansion between two sets of walls.

Once they crossed the corner of the house, and shade enveloped them in gloom from the two buildings they were nestled between, Nicola stopped and turned on her. Liliana barely had time to catch her breath before Nicola backed her against the wall, setting a hand near her head to cage her in. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and questioning. She could feel the cold stone through her dress, and it leeched the warm early summer heat from her body.

She didn’t dare take her eyes off him. She drew in short breaths, trying to calm her racing heart. He stared back at her, whatever thoughts were running through his head was a mystery to her, but she could see the way they were spinning him up. She knew this look of his, though never to this extreme. It was a precursor to those times he clung to her, where he held her so tightly that it hurt, when he whispered his love and devotion over and over again as if he was trying to convince her and himself.

Nicola felt that darkness rising in him as he stared down at Lili. He kept that part of him smothered down in the depths of himself– he struggled to keep it below the surface, despite it always being there, despite it always being a part of him. His love had always been tainted, but he tried his best to keep it at bay. There were times, though, times when those inky tendrils wove their way into his actions, and he questioned the validity of his feelings and his mind.

Now was one of those times.

Now he had let that darkness shackle her.

He had let it take hold and he pulled her into a place that mirrored the murkiness that lurked within him.

No more than a foot away the sun shone and the world continued on bright and beautiful. But here in this alley, it was cold and silent and just the two of them, where no one else could get to her.

“I was surprised to see you with Dante.” Nicola’s voice sounded hollow to his ears, but he knew that he could lie convincingly without even thinking about it, and he was sure Lili had no idea what was hidden behind his words.

I found you with another man. Am I not enough?

“I ran into him when taking a walk.” Liliana answered, trying to keep her voice even and calm.

“Does that happen often? My love, I worry about you. What if it was someone else you ran into?” Nicola smiled, his free hand moved under Lili’s chin, fingertips delicately holding it angled so she continued to look up at him.

There was a large number of men who moved about the family house. Men who weren’t as upstanding as his cousin. Men who wouldn’t bat an eye at committing heinous acts to fulfill their own desires. She was his. And even then, he knew there were some men who would still be tempted.

You’re too beautiful. You’re too pure.

“No, it doesn’t. I’m alone most of my day, besides the maids and you. The whole house gives me a wide berth, Nicola.” Lili knew he was the one keeping others away, and she had allowed it because she didn’t need anyone but him.

“But not Dante.” Nicola added, his smile taking on an edge that reminded Liliana of the blade of a knife.

“No… not Dante.” She admitted. There was no point in lying about it, or trying to be deceptive. She had never lied to him before, and she had never felt she had a reason to.

She was aware of how he felt about his cousin, knowing that he had pledged himself to work his best for him since they were children, even before he became Cappo and Nicola became his Underboss. But since that relationship was built on years of trust, she hadn’t thought it would be a problem to have one person in this large house that she could occasionally converse with. She hadn’t expected Nicola to let his possessiveness interfere with his bond with his family.

It appeared she was wrong.

“Cara mia, my love, my sweetheart.” Nicola recited each pet name like poetry, his voice dropping lower and dripping with honey. “How do I show you how much I need you? How do I prove to you I love you most?”

Nicola thought he had done everything to make her happy. To tell her that she was special and loved. If she needed anything, he would give it to her. She wanted for nothing, he made sure of that. He poured affection on her day in and day out. He took care of her in ways no one else would be able to.

“You already do.” Lili raised her hand to gently touch his face. “Nicola, I know you love me. And I love you.”

Then why? Why did you test me?

Nicola wrapped his fingers around Liliana’s wrist, moving her away from his face and pinning her hand against the stucco stone.

“Nicola?”

He dipped in and covered her mouth with his, cutting her off before she could say anything else. He felt Lili open her mouth and he thrust his tongue inside it. He delved deep into her, his lips moving against hers, his tongue twining and wrestling with hers. He tried to pour all his love into the kiss, stretching it out and refusing to pull away even when she gave hints that she wanted a chance to breathe. He was drowning in her, and he wanted her to drown in him, too.

A noise rose from Lili’s throat, heady and groaning, and Nicola felt himself growing stiff. She was his. She was all he needed. And every part of her fell under that black desire, her voice, her thoughts, her eyes, her body…

“Mnnmph,” Liliana tried to pull away again, but there was nowhere for her to go. She was pushed against the wall, pinned there by one wrist, and closed off on the other side by Nicola’s hand. His kissing was relentless, and she was getting dizzy. She needed air and felt her knees becoming unsteady.

Finally he broke away from her mouth and she gasped and gulped in air, panting heavily. But Nicola didn’t seem to be done with her and his lips moved from hers to her chin, then her jaw, then he nudged her head aside with his nose and licked and sucked on her neck.

“Wait, Nicola.”

He could hear her words, but they were weak and belied her need. It didn’t matter what she said, he knew she wouldn’t deny him. He knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t put herself in this position. She wouldn’t test the depths of his love. She wouldn’t participate in events that asked him to prove himself.

“Hnngh, Nicola– wait.”

He nipped at her neck, then wound his tongue over the spot to caress it in apology. Holding her wrist tight to the wall, he moved his other hand down to roughly brush his hand up her thigh, hiking her skirt up.

“Haaah, please, Nicola.”

No one would see them here, she didn’t need to worry. They were alone. Sure it wasn’t the most romantic place to prove their love for each other, but it would just be between them.

Nicola pressed his knee between Lili’s legs, holding her skirt in place. He tugged at his trousers, loosening his pants to pull himself free. Releasing her wrist, he scooped her up where her ass met her thighs, and lifted her to his waist, using the wall to support her back. Lili’s hands moved to her skirt, and she pushed it down to cover her exposed panties. She didn’t seem to understand that despite being outside, this was just as private as the back of a car, or even her own room.

His hand moved between her legs, a finger hooking the side of her underwear to pull the fabric from her sex. With his forearm, he knocked her wadded skirt clenched between her fists away, and without any attempt to lubricate her cunt, he plunged into her entrance with his cock. It was rough and tight and took some effort to push and nudge himself in completely. The sounds that Liliana made hastened his thrusts, further fueling his lustful love for her.

She clutched at his chest, holding onto his coat, her eyes squeezed shut as she whimpered. And once Nicola was inside her, he paused, taking a moment to look at his love. Her face was flushed and her eyelashes glistened with tears, and he thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Tenderly, he kissed her eyes, wetting his lips with the moisture on her lashes.

When he pulled back, she cracked her eyes at him - they wavered behind a misty veil.

“Nicola…” she whispered hoarsely.

He liked the way his name sounded on her lips.

“I’ve got you, my love. I won’t let you go.” He assured her, pressing a loving kiss to her forehead before he rested his own forehead on hers.

Her cunt had adjusted to him, no longer fighting his size, and Nicola slowly began to pump into her. The wall made it easy to hold Lili steady, only needing to support her weight with his body while he used the concrete for leverage.

Words of affection and adoration drifted from his lips, bubbling up from the churning pool of his bottomless love.

“I love you.”

“I need you.”

“I would do anything for you.”

The saccharin promises poured out of him as he rocked into her. Soon, Lili was quietly moaning along. Her voice sounded like a blissful sigh, hitching each time he bottomed out on a thrust.

“You’re my love.”

“You’re my life.”

“I can’t live without you.”

Nicola continued to whisper, not caring if he could be heard above Lili’s own moaning. He didn’t need her to hear his heart, she just had to feel his love. That’s what it meant to him when he pledged himself to her, when he was stroking his cock inside her. He’d make her feel every part of him and he would feel every part of her. He’d give her so much pleasure and joy that she would never doubt him again.

He would treat her like a queen.

He would use her.

He would be the only one in her life.

He would fill every need and desire she ever had.

He would shackle her to him.

He wouldn’t let her leave.

As Liliana became more vocal, Nicola sank further into the darkness inside himself. If he could only share it with her, if he could taint her too, she might understand.

He slapped his pelvis against hers, pounding and pumping and orchestrating her symphony of pleasurable moans. Her cunt throbbed around him, and he knew he was getting close to coming with the way his groin tightened. It felt like a knot of pressure was building and bundling below his dick, at the very base of his core.

Almost as if acknowledging the sensation gave it permission to release, Nicola felt a need to push deeper and thrust harder. He rammed into Lili, spilling his seed inside her. Claiming her with his cum. Making her his fully.

No other man would penetrate her. No other man would see these faces that she made while they made love. No other man would hear the sweet sounds she sang for him.

Nicola sagged onto Lili, leaning on her for support as he caught his breath.

Lili sucked in heaving mouthfuls of air. Nicola’s weight made it more difficult to breathe, but not to the point that she felt like she was being crushed. Timidly, she wiggled her hands free from his coat and swept them up to his cheeks. With a gentle pull, she brought his face up to look him in the eyes, and surprisingly, Nicola followed her lead without contest. She gazed into his eyes, trying to see the man she loved within them.

When he had first pulled her into the alley, his eyes were cloudy and dark, not at all the eyes she was used to seeing. Sometimes they got stormy, but never that dark and tumultuous. Now, however, they had cleared somewhat. He still looked distant, and a darkness lingered in his eyes foretelling stormy weather, but at least there was a piece of the man she knew still in there.

“Lili,” he said as they gazed at each other. “I will love you completely if you allow me to.”

She nodded slightly.

In reality, she knew she no longer had a choice in it. Nicola was going to love her completely whether she allowed it or not. He would love her fully, utterly, and devotedly. He would fill her life with him until there was no room for anyone else. And while she knew her love would never be as deep as his bottomless fount, and she would never know the full darkness of the shadows that loomed within him, she knew she had already drowned within his heart.

#piofiore fanfic #piofiore nicola #nicola francesca #piofiore #commission #fanfic #repost from ao3 #rjthirsty fanfic

1 note · View note

mythicamagic · 3 years

Text

Yang x Lili Oneshot: Jade Green

Rated M

Words: 2,000

Warning: smut

Summary: Jealousy bleeds into even the loveliest of hearts. Piofiore Fated Memories oneshot.

----

She entered their room wearing a coat.

A simple detail, but one he noticed immediately even while continuing to recline in his chair, kiseru clenched between his teeth as he checked some paperwork. Yang tilted his head back and languidly removed the pipe, exhaling and giving his woman a once over through the cloud of curling smoke.

Liliana fidgeted and set down her purse on a cabinet. “H-hello! I’m back.”

She’s nervous.

Previously dulled golden eyes rendered hazy from the monotonous drawl of accounting livened. Possibilities began racing through Yang’s mind even while his features remained outwardly placid, returning his attention to the page.

“Mn,” he gave a non-committal greeting, not about to put her at ease so swiftly now that this new game had started the second she’d walked in.

It would be much more fun to play with her. Especially since lately fear had become so rare between them; a side effect of exploring so much in the bedroom and exposing her to different layers of the Lao-Shu lifestyle just by claiming turf and exchanging violence with rival gangs.

This was a rare treat he intended to feast on.

Liliana still did not remove her ankle-length coat, instead placing down a bag. “I bought some new clothes.”

Her hair fell in a braid, the hairstyle falling outside of her typical tastes. She usually sported loose buns or let her blonde locks flow free.

“Good. Dresses befitting this sweltering summer heat, I assume?” Yang drawled, flicking a gaze to her coat innocently before catching her eye. Liliana quickly looked away without blushing.

His lips pursed. Ah, so she was not hiding a skimpy outfit beneath the hefty coat she’d usually hang in the entrance to their base. How disappointing.

Well then, Yang squinted with a slight sulk, reassessing her form. She was stiff. Distracting herself with putting her new clothes away. “Yes! Lan and Fei seemed to enjoy the outing. Did you know a new pastry shop just opened down the street? Their sfogliatelle are delicious! I left some downstairs for you. Lan bought some clothes too.”

Babbling, interesting. Her words are practically running into each other.

“You know I prefer you in a Cheongsam,” he grumbled, snuffing out his pipe, its rich taste lingering upon his tongue.

“But Lan has so few Western dresses, it was nice to see her dress up in something different. And not that the clothing you give me isn’t beautiful but occasionally I miss the more breezy skirts.”

“I can buy you something plenty breezy next time.”

That finally won him a blush, and Lili huffed in that endearing, pouty manner he’d come to appreciate.

Golden eyes counted three articles of clothing as she finished putting them away. “You didn’t purchase much,” he observed in an even tone, as if he couldn’t care less. “Gone for a long time too. Since early this morning if I remember right.”

Was she hiding an injury? No, Lan and Fei would have reported it to him.

Liliana twitched, forcing a smile. “I-I just couldn’t decide what to buy!”

Yang crossed the room quicker than she could blink, his papers scattering. It was perhaps a touch too hasty. He could’ve drawn things out more, toyed with her- would’ve done so in their early days- but he’d become unaccustomed to his woman lying to him and it felt strange.

Green eyes flew wide as Yang pressed a heated kiss to her mouth. She gasped softly, and he took the opportunity to force a sinuous tongue inside, gripping her chin firmly and not allowing for escape. He plundered her mouth and kissed her hard, the pressure almost bruising. Lili began struggling like a riled cat with a muffled noise. Blunt teeth closed over his bottom lip in a bite, but this only shot enjoyment down his spine, grinning against her lips and groaning deeply before finally pulling away when she was rendered breathless.

Lili glared, lips slightly red, searching his gaze and swallowing. She glanced away first, curling both hands tight into her coat. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Yang smiled slowly. Completely at odds with his rough treatment a moment ago, he stroked a possessive hand down her back, palm dragging. “Surprises are usually a good thing to be celebrated, aren’t they? But you’re so tense, Liliana,” he purred her name like it were something delicious and decadent. “Could it be that you’re afraid of my reaction despite spending so much time together? I have to say, it’s somewhat amusing.”

Your survival instincts haven’t dulled in the slightest.

Liliana’s eyes flitted back to him, choosing her words carefully. Yang’s chest swelled with a strange emotion he didn’t care to name or examine. She pleased him well, he knew that much. Always thinking on her feet, trying to read the caprice of his moods when he himself couldn’t even predict them. He commended her for it, even if she were a terrible actress.

“I’ll...I’ll just show it to you! This is supposed to be a good thing! I’m just a little nervous because it’s so new.”

New?

Yang tilted his head, curious.

Liliana undid the buttons of her coat, fingers shaking slightly. Yang reached out and curled his digits around hers to feel them tremble. Holding her gaze, he leaned down to languidly lavish kisses over the creamy expanse of her neck. “It must be something unusual, to inspire such nerves in you,” he mused, deftly undoing the last of the buttons and pushing the heavy coat off her shoulders to pool on the bedroom floor.

Nothing immediately stood out to him. Liliana wore a blue backless cheongsam that he vaguely recalled buying for their anniversary.

Lili fiddled with her braid, keeping it over one shoulder. “Here it is,” she said with forced cheer, turning around and presenting the expanse of her back to him. “Hope you like it…”

Yang’s eyes opened wide.

Large black tattoos covered the expanse of her shoulder blades, curving up near her nape where her cheongsam closed with two scraps of material. The style resembled his own, curling and weaving in broken patterns to replicate his eagle and peony design. The message was clear, screaming out for all to see.

She was his.

Breath hissed out from between his teeth. His shoulders shook, before Yang abruptly burst into laughter, covering his wide mouth with a hand. Lili jerked and looked at him over one shoulder.

“W-what’s wrong? Do you not like it?”

“Ah- no, no,” he waved it off, eyes shining with mirth as his chuckles gradually abated. “Ahhh...it’s good,” Yang eased closer with a playful sway, pressing his lips to her ear, “knowing I have a woman with more balls than my men is amusing. So many whimper at the mere idea of having to mark themselves for their group.”

Lili shuddered when his fingers teased the edges of the red, raw skin just beside the tattoos.

He kissed her much sweeter than before, caressing her lips with kisses befitting a lover. Liliana relaxed, palms smoothing over his chest as she kissed back, a happy glow in her cheeks. Yang peppered kisses from her mouth to her neck. “They look perfect on you,” he purred. “Did they hurt a lot? Poor thing.”

“Yes they did,” she gave a shuddering sigh at his attention, tilting her head to allow for better access as he sucked at her pulse.

“You’ve pleased me immensely,” he hummed, scraping his teeth there. “However…”

Lili’s eyes were closed, lulled by the wicked work of his mouth. “Hm?”

“I can’t help but wonder just a little thing…” large palms smoothed down her back, gripping her ass and eliciting a gasp. He drew her closer, bodies aligning, arms snaking around her waist, tightening. “I must know who the artist was. They have a clear talent and keen eye for detail.”

Yang delighted in the feeling of her going stiff in his arms.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Oh?” he hid a hard smile in her hair. “Why not?”

“Because I know you’ll kill them,” she murmured. “Please, let’s just have this. I got these because I’ve made peace with never marrying you, I know it’s not in your nature-” he twitched slightly in response to her words, pulling back to study her keenly, “-so I wanted something to show the way that I feel about you. It doesn’t matter who marked my back, does it?”

“You know it does, slippery little minx, or you wouldn’t fear my reaction so much.” Yang gave a jagged grin. No one was permitted to touch what belonged to him in such a way. That was just how things were. “So, who was it? Let’s start speculating,” he hummed, running a palm down her back, mindful of the raw, sensitive flesh of her tattooed skin.

“Yang-”

“You wouldn’t dare venture into Burlone to have this amount of work done and you like to keep close to the group. So was it one of my men? No...you’d never bare your skin to another man aside from myself,” he pretended to think, humming. “A woman then?”

Liliana bit her plump bottom lip, “Mao,” she murmured.

He ignored the use of his real name. “A woman inside my group. Not Lan of course, the brat can’t be trusted with a needle,” he snorted, pulling away and wandering to his desk, picking up his snuffed out kiseru and studying the tip boredly.

A woman Lili would allow to tattoo her skin? No, that would be the simple way of thinking about it.

She anticipated my reaction, knows my nature. She could never knowingly inflict that fate onto someone she held dear or liked.

Golden eyes abruptly lifted, and he turned, looking at her with open intrigue.

Liliana gazed back, unflinching this time.

Arousal slammed into him with a visceral punch to the gut. He began to hunger again. “I remember now. New Years.”

Liliana’s lips thinned and she folded her arms tight against herself. Yang continued on gleefully, “there was a woman- hm, her name escapes me. Jian, Jasmine?-”

“Jade,” the tight utterance of her name slipped free.

“That’s the one! Heng’s mouthy girlfriend. She was overly friendly.”

She’d hounded Yang all night, practically tried to cement herself against his side during the countdown.

Yang watched Lili’s features darken as she knelt and began tensely gathering up his scattered papers from the floor.

A tattooed palm rested on one page before she could pull it away, drawing her unwilling gaze up to him.

The Leader of the Lao-Shu studied her quietly. He then reached out, tucking a stray piece of blonde curling hair behind her ear, smoothing tattooed fingers down her jaw. “I’ve never been one for assurances.”

“I know,” she said softly. “I know you told her to back off and kissed me at midnight- but she tried to kiss you and she’s always...l-looking at you. All the time.”

A dark, sinister part of him revelled in the implications of what his formally innocent little woman had done. How jealousy swam so vividly through arresting green eyes. “Hm, but you knew those looks wouldn’t amount to anything because I’m not interested. So why sign her death sentence?”

“Because, even though I’m the only one technically wearing what’s akin to a marriage ring, I still consider you mine,” firm, unwavering eyes met his, hand curving over her shoulder near her tattoo. “I felt badly about doing it but I won’t hand you over to anyone.”

Yang's hand travelled from her jaw to bury in buttery blonde hair, tightening and urging her closer. Liliana followed the silent cue willingly, slanting her mouth over his first and inhaling sharply, gripping his shoulders.

His arm swept around her waist, pulling her in close to straddle his lap.

“Show me,” he commanded lowly between hard kisses. “Show me I’m yours if that’s true.”

After so long spent in his company, Liliana didn’t hesitate to follow her desires, rocking against him and reaching up to undo the material closed at her nape, allowing the Cheongsam to fall open and bare her chest.

She sank herself down upon his painfully hard cock, voicing her pleasure and sinking blunt teeth into his shoulder as she rode him. Yang held her lean hips with a tight grip, urging her to move faster, for more, always more. She looked so alive in that moment. Drunk on lust and rocking her hips to take him deep inside her sweet, clenching cunt. Yang loosened her braid and sat back on his elbows for a time, appreciating the view as ribbons of blonde fell to drape across bouncing full breasts. Beads of sweat clung to her skin in a faint sheen, face flushed.

“Mao,” she crooned, shuddering and suddenly slipping off his cock to turn around in his lap, presenting her back to his hungry gaze.

“I-I’m yours,” Liliana glanced over her shoulder. “And you’re mine.”

Yang watched her move with an unreadable expression, golden eyes landing on the tattoos she’d presented to him. Proof of her loyalty. He didn’t usually like his women clingy. However, things were wretchedly different with Liliana. Things he’d count on as unwavering parts of him were always thrown into chaos and he found himself keeping her a little longer each time. Far past the point where he should be bored with her. Always annoying, unexpected or amusing.

He yanked a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back to purr; “what are you?” in her ear.

“Yours,” she panted, choking on her breath as he suddenly slammed his hips upwards, burying himself inside to the hilt. Hard fingers dug harshly into her flesh, nails biting and Lili cried out, walls fluttering sweetly as her body took the brunt of his ‘affections.’ His mouth pressed directly upon a sensitive tattoo, feeling her arch and cry.

When they climaxed and drowned the room in harsh, ragged moans, Lili bowed forward, gripping his legs for balance and shuddering. Yang caught his breath, gripping her neck to prompt her to lean back, twisting to meet his lips with her own.

“Next time, you’re aware you can just request for me to kill her. It’s not exactly an issue,” he teased.

Brief shame flitted over her expression, likely gaining a sense of self-awareness of how far she’d fallen. How her pure white petals had shrivelled with corruption. She’d joined him in the dark, and no flower could expect to thrive in the depths of where he resided unless she adapted. That was the rule of survival; adapt or die.

“That wouldn’t be as fun for you,” she smiled weakly, sinking against him and burying her face in his chest.

---

A few months later, when the Leader of the Lao Shu disrobed in their bedroom, he drew no attention to the additional tattoo mingling with his others. Liliana stopped and stared at the lily marking the left side of his abdomen, its petals black but opened wide, blossoming against the odds.

#Piofiore no Banshou #piofiore fated memories #yang piofiore #Piofiore #piofiore fanfiction #liliana adornato #otome games

84 notes · View notes