#rodion x reader

[andreas-river]

Idk if this is something your comfortable writing if not I understand but could you write a gang bang with the spetsnaz I mean ig exclude one of the bale brothers cus it could be kinda weird idk but if your comfortable writing it I’d really appreciate it

CHRISTMAS BREAKS ARE MEANT TO BE REMEMBERED

TW: gangbang, established relationship, everything is consensual, protected and unprotected p-in-v, blowjobs, fingering, a bit of voyeurism and exhibitionism, cunnilingus, slight femdom at some point, double penetration, mutual orgasms, aftercare.

PAIRING: F!Reader x Nikto x Nikodim "Rodion" Egorov x Dmitry Bale

A/N: I'm so sorry it took ages to do this, it's longer than the usual but I hope you will like it, Anon!

For the past few days, you noticed something different in your teammates. Something on a deeper level, the way their gaze lingered more on you, and no one else noticed this since the base was exceptionally empty—the Christmas break started right two days ago, and you couldn’t be happier. You could eat even better with all the silence around you, enjoying the presence of the few people you were closer to. Doing your morning laps with Rodion was far more fun, or stargazing during the night with Nikto was something you could do without repercussion.

And right while you were doing this with him, he proposed the idea to you. You could never expect that such words would leave his mouth—well, fuck, you were in a secret relationship with him, and only the team knew about this, and you always tried your best to not let the secret slip out. So, when he talked about the idea, he quickly clarified to you who was going to be involved, when and how would happen, and especially, that he would make sure that no boundaries were going to be crossed. You gave him a smile and a slow nod, never expecting that a fantasy of yours could become reality.

You were sitting on Nikto’s lap already, his gloved hand touching the plump flesh of your breast. His touch was firm, a hint of gentleness as he removed your shirt under their gaze. Rodion’s face was already flushed, his breath slightly heavy. Dmitry was less obvious, but since he removed his usual balaclava, you clearly noticed the shift in his expression. Nikto made you lay back on the couch, noticing the momentary absence of Rodion as he locked the door. Everything you were doing was wrong, illegal, so forbidden that made your heart jump in your throat, your breath hitching only for a fraction of a second, before Rodion sat next to your head, lowering his body so he could reach your belly with his lips, his bare chest right at your face. You let your instinct guide you, your hands reaching for his skin and the numerous scars that littered his body.

With half-lidded eyes, you let out a sigh as Dmitry took place between your legs, spreading them so he could reach the most intimate part of you, your face heating up in a deep shade of red. From the corner of your eye, you could see Nikto sitting on the wooden coffee table, just watching the scene unfold in front of him. He was doing exactly what he promised, making sure that his teammates respected your limits and that they wouldn’t cross his rules. You gave him a nod, reassuring him that you liked what was happening.

From the way Rodion was lavishing the soft skin of your neck, his tongue dragging down to your chest, while Dmitry tentatively unbuttoned your trousers, that made your spine tingle. Not even a minute later, you were already half-naked, only your panties and your sports bra still on. “That’s unfair,” you whined, making Nikto chuckle: for tonight, he was the one in control, and that meant in control of everyone, Dmitry and Rodion included. Flicking his gaze to Dmitry, the latter proceeded to obediently brush the palm of his hand against the soft fabric of your panties, as he felt the wet spot caused by your arousal.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Rodion’s murmur against your ear gave you chills, nodding at him, the words stuck in your throat as Dmitry rubbed your sensitive clit through your panties, not even thinking when you tried to close your legs. Nikto reached to your knee, forcing your legs open again as he got up, standing right next to you as the other two finally shed their clothes, both remaining bare right in front of your hungry eyes. Nikto helped you remove the remnants of your underwear, your breath heavy at the unfolding scene.

With a last nod from your boyfriend, it was as if he let go of the leashes that held Dmitry and Rodion, both of them feasting on you with everything they had: their warm hands explored any reachable inch on your skin, their lips hot like lava as you arched your back for them, an open invite for them to devour you.

And the most exciting thing was having Nikto, your lover, watching everything as if it was a show crafted just for him, sitting in the front row as Rodion made his first move, positioning his hips next to your head, gently inviting you to taste his hardness. You could feel your blood boiling as you tasted on your tongue the salty precum that leaked from the tip, while he played with your exposed breast as you sucked him, focusing on your hardening nipples as he made you squirm, a sly smile on his face as he enjoyed the predicament you were in.

You slowly wrapped your lips around his length, feeling with your tongue the warmth coming for the skin, slurping sounds coming from your mouth as Rodion groaned loudly, his fingers tangling in your hair as you arched your back when you felt hot lips latching on your sensitive folds, the sensation making your toes curl in ecstasy. Two of his fingers already found your slick opening, pushing them inside and deep enough for him to quickly find your sweet spot, groaning eagerly as you continued to suck onto Rodion’s length, his tip angry red from your incessant stimulation.

Right when you, Rodion, and Dmitry were all immersed in this bubble of pleasure, that’s when Nikto stopped both of them, leaving you on the edge of what you knew could be a shattering orgasm. Denied of your climax, Nikto made you rise, making you rest on your knees as he pushed your face straight to his groin, the tent caused by his erection pronounced from his trousers.

“Show them how good you are, dorogaya,” He invited you with a gentle pat on your cheek, his gloves warm on your skin as you unbutton his pants, lowering them just enough to pull out his cock, the veins pulsing and throbbing as you grabbed the base. Your tongue skillfully circled the tip before sliding it inside your mouth, working around his length and trying to take the full length.

Behind you and sitting obediently on the couch, you could hear both Dmitry and Rodion groaning, the slick sound of their hands sliding up and down their cocks echoing in the room. You couldn’t see them, but you knew what game was playing Nikto, forcing them to watch instead of touch, making them stay on the edge, and not letting them cum if they went too close to their orgasm. As Nikto took control of your movements, you let him grab the side of your head firmly enough to move his hips faster, gagging around his cock as his movements became frantic, feeling the tip hitting the back of your throat over and over. The sound of your gags and sputters only stirred him on, groaning and holding your head firmly as he loses himself to the pleasure.

Only when he finally filled your throat with his salty seed, he finally stepped back to let you recover your breath, your chest burning from the prolonged lack of time without oxygen. Despite this, his touch became delicate in your hair, helping you back onto the couch and finally letting Dmitry and Rodion touch you again. But it was only the beginning, as you pushed Rodion on his back under the amused gaze of the others, as Rodion groaned in annoyance and murmured some curses behind gritted teeth, not that you cared anyway. You waited for him as he put a condom on before straddling him and lowering yourself on his length, a breathed moan escaping your lips once he was fully inside. At the sight, Dmitry couldn’t hold back anymore, his fingers traveling down your spine, his pupils wide as he looked at the way you took control of your thrusts, your hips bucking steadily as Rodion moaned under your stimulation.

He groaned as Nikto walked towards him, grabbing his wrists once he was close enough, his member slowly hardening again as he held Rodion, his chest heaving under the torture you and Nikto were subjecting him. Dmitry touched you from behind, his hand placed on your hips as he guided your movements, grinning at the mess Rodion was becoming, with droplets of sweat from his brows and his hair sticking to his forehead. The more you bounced up and down, the more you could feel his length throbbing against your walls, his orgasm followed by a whimper that made Nikto chuckle at his submission.

But Dmitry had other plans, pulling you up and letting Rodion regain his breath alone, holding your arms behind your back and spreading your legs. The grip of his hands was firm, his shaft from behind probing and your puffy lips, hearing him groaning at the way your walls squeezed him tight. Your heart leaped in your throat as Nikto positioned himself in front of you, pulling you upright as you met his gaze: he was enjoying every moment, your gasps filling the room when he tried to enter your slick hole, your hands grabbing his shirt as your jaw fell slack at the stretch your walls were forced to endure.

“Relax, dorogaya,” Nikto’s voice was so far away as you tucked your head under the crook of his neck, even feeling the blood pumping in your ears as your legs trembled from the strain your pussy was enduring. “You can take us both. I know you can.”

Dmitry reached from behind, his hand sneaking to your swollen clit to help you relax, rubbing circles with two fingers as Nikto managed to slip inside, your walls squeezing them at every heartbeat. And when they started to move and alternate each thrust you almost thought you were going to lose your mind, the pain of being stretched so open mixing with the arousal coursing inside your veins turning into a dangerous blend, gasping for oxygen as their hips slapped against your skin, the sound echoing around the room almost in a pornographic way.

“You look even better like this, all red and moaning for us,” Dmitry murmured at your ear, the breath on your ear making you shiver, a whimper escaping your throat. A slap on your left ass cheek made you jump in surprise. “How many times you dreamed about this, mh?”

You mumbled something incoherently, hiding your face in Nikto’s neck as you struggled to hold your orgasm. Your mind was empty except for the pleasure, your wetness drenching both of their cocks as they thrusted inside you mercilessly, amused by your reaction. Everything that came after happened in a blur, your hands grabbing Nikto’s shoulders like a lifeline as your body trembled like a leaf, coming around them and milking both of them for all they were worth. That’s when you closed your eyes and leaned against your boyfriend, your consciousness hanging on a thread.

“That was incredible,” Rodion muttered: he was still sprawled over the couch, his stamina long gone after his orgasm. Nikto glared at him in silence, fixing the blanket over your body that still leaned on him. Your weight wasn’t a problem for him, his gloved hand tracing pattern on the soft skin of your thighs as he controlled you for the umpteenth time in a row. “She’ll be fine, right?”

“Well, she had a safe word.” Dmitry stated matter-of-factly, fixing his sweatpants before giving a quick glance over you, his features softening as he looked at your flushed face.

The rest of their words blurred with the rhythm of you heavy breathing, falling into a light slumber until the voices died down, silence filling the room. Only when your eyes fluttered open you noticed that Nikto took you to his room, holding you a bit more tightly, his strong arm around your slumped shoulders. His other arm stretched to grab something next to him, unscrewing the cap of the bottle before nudging it to your dried lips, humming at the relief it gave on your sore throat.

“You told me you were going to fuck my brain out, not my soul—” He grinned at your words, playfully pinching your inner thighs with his fingers, making you jump in surprise.

“Just rest, lyubimaya moya.” You rolled your eyes, but you gladly leaned against his chest to rest a bit more, his touch soothing your strained muscles until you fell asleep again, knowing that you’ll never forget this Christmas break.

[silkenedstars]

Rodya Cuddling Headcanons

₊✦Limbus Company | Rodion x Fem!Reader✦₊

Additional Notes: For the same friend who was pulling for Jade (she has Jade now 😌)

Rodya is greedy, and she likes hoarding you up in her arms in the same manner a dragon does to her precious hoard.

She likes holding you securely and tightly in her embrace, making sure no one can take you away from her grasp while she’s busy cuddling you. She likes it when you wrap your arms around her neck or her waist with your head nestled against her chest, and she likes it when your back is turned to her so she can fully envelop you into her hold from behind.

The first thing she does when she has you all to herself is burying her face in your hair and take in your scent, letting out a sigh afterwards. An affectionate pet name slips past her lips in a cheery tune as she squeezes you close to herself, noticing how small you feel in her arms and then teasing you about it as she peppers kisses to the top of your head.

Slipping out of her arms is a difficult task when there isn’t anything requiring either of you to leave the bus, especially not when she’s asleep. Not that you want to leave most of the time either with how warm she is.

[keysorsomething]

Can we get some more HCs abt Rodion? (He's my little pookie bear)

Also I love your writing sm 😭❤

Of course !! Rodion is the silliest :) A lot of these are car based cause I read this fic when I was first getting into the fandom and so I'm always reminded of it.

Request Page !!

Knows a lot about cars

Can name make/model/year off of a two second clip and expects you to know every one

Doesn't believe in rolled up windows

Unironically listens to Hard Bass

No one else wants to listen to Hard Bass with him

Can fall alseep anywhere

Had fallen asleep on all the Spetsnaz (including Sputnik) + Yegor

Yegor the most save this poor old man

Giggles

Builds computers in his free time and has like 20 of them

Cracked at Fallout

Has an absurd amount of hours in Fallout 4

Has called Dogmeat Sputnik on accident

His dream job is streaming

Expresses this dream by saying "When I grow up..."

You can and will hear evil giggling come from his game room multiple times a day

Nerodivergent man in a "oh no my infodumping got mistaken for mansplaining" way

Do NOT get caught by this dude in a car parts store

Tried to learn how American Football worked and started crying

Pretends he understands anyway

Googled Football teams and picked one for its mascot

He will buy literally anything that's branded cause he's trying to prove he's a good fan

Football team chapstick

Dating him ends in wearing at least one football jersey from a team that is probably not your hometeam

Maybe Vanilla notes in his cologne

Has destroyed a hoodie by soaking it in his cologe for you before

Nikto helped him bury it in the middle of nowhere

There is a cologne-soaked hoodie buried six feet under some where in the Steppe

[quimera-cami]

Drawing Headcanons request???

Hey, remember the nikto domestic Headcanons thing I did? Sooo I really want to draw more of it and I though it would be a fun idea if I drew request sent by you guys.

I've never done this kind of request before so I don't know how this is gonna work. But hey, let's give it a try.

Also! Just for now, I'll only accept request for the spetsnaz boys.

(Nikto, Rodion, Maxim, Dimitri).

The request thing is simple, just ask a Headcanon, an idea, an anything character x reader thing like you'll normally requests for written stuff and I'll will draw it! ✨✨✨

There's some rules though:

-As I said before, just the spetsnaz boys.

-Just for now, I'll draw fem! or gn! Y/n Only.

-I will not draw explicit NSFW. Although I'm fine with drawing some insinuations... (if you catch my driff).

I think that's pretty much all.

Not gonna lie I think it will take me hell of a time in complete jut one (like three at four days, depending of my mood or work schedule ;_;). But I really want to do this! So yeah, feel free to send a request ^^

[average-limbus-fan]

Pt 1 of Limbus Speed Dating?

Rodion

Vergilius took Charon’s hat and dropped a bunch of folded up pieces of paper in it as the sinners watched awkwardly waiting to know if they would be forced to be the first to try and woo you. You noticed Outis looked especially excited… only for Rodya’s name to be drawn much to Outis’s dismay. Rodion perked up “well this’ll be an easy win for sure” she exclaimed, “this isn’t a competition” you heard Gregor say from somewhere in the back of the bus, was it not a competition though?

You quickly tried to keep pace with Rodion who had her grip tightly around your hand and was leading you in the direction of a popular fried chicken place, of course you thought to yourself. Rodya started to talk about all the different flavors she wanted to try “Dante Dante they just released a new limited time spicy wings special for the new year we so have to try it and…” you had tuned her out as the sounds of city and a lonely street musician caught your attention. “Ah right” she said before dropping a small clock keychain into your hands, “what’s this” you asked? “Aha it’s a gift of course”! She said happily “pretty sure it’s customary to get your date a gift n’ stuff”. You got a bit flustered at the mention of it being a date but quickly regained composure as you two entered the restaurant. Rodya had ordered enough food for all the sinners combined, you wondered if Vergilius was paying for all these “dates” and started thinking of all the ways this was going to go wrong, as you only slightly acknowledged Rodya’s idle gossip. Once Rodya had finished you both started walking outside and in the direction of Mephistopheles, Rodion lightly tugged on your arm signaling for you to stop and face her outside of the restaurant “hey Dante I know you weren’t paying attention to me much but it was nice getting to hang out with you n’ stuff without all the other guy’s” she said before trying to place a quick peck on your clock face… however you were faster and quickly ran in the opposite direction as you heard Rodion yelling behind you “Dante the bus is the other way”!

Hong Lu

Leaving your bus quarters early the next morning to get absolutely no work done you were met with Hong Lu’s usual mischievous smile and a small piece of paper in his hands. “Looks like it’s our turn Dante” he said. You looked at him with a stern smile “did you just pick your name out of Charon’s hat when she wasn’t looking” you asked? Hong Lu faked a scandalized look and quickly returned to his normal smile “I would never” he giggled as you followed him off the bus and into the city’s boardwalk area. It seemed he had made a reservation at an expensive brunch place the night before, confirming your suspicions that he had not obtained his name from the hat randomly, you however decided not to bring it up. As you looked through the menu gawking at their prices, Hong Lu talked about how his family used to frequent the place when he was a child, while he casually slid a box across the table. You looked at the small box in front of you, it seemed Rodion hadn’t been the only one to bring a gift, opening it you were shocked to find an expensive looking watch inside. Was he trying to buy you’re favor? It wasn’t a competition… you think at least? Before you could chide him he interrupted “It was really interesting getting to eat at all those peasant restaurants I never got to taste food comparable to plastic before although I’m sure the rest of you have gotten used to it by now” …there was definitely an insult there but Hong Lu continued to look at you with pure innocence and intrigue his usual mischievous smile replaced with a more genuine one for once. He continued to recount memories from his childhood as you two ate until it was near the end of brunch hour and the two of you decided to take your leave. As you walked out of the restaurant you made sure to keep your distance just in case Hong Lu tried to pull a trick like Rodion had the night before, however he made no move to close the distance instead he simply flashed his usual mischievous grin and scurried off in the direction of the city leaving you confused as you made your way back to the bus alone.

Gregor

It seemed like Vergilius decided to have a bit of sympathy for once and spared you a few hours before he gathered you and all the sinners into the main area of the bus excluding Rodion and Hong Lu of course. “Well it seems like we’re one name shorter then last nights count so… we’ll simply move ahead with the names remaining” and there it was… well hopefully Hong Lu wouldn’t be punished too severely for this. Charon then picked out a piece of paper unceremoniously and quickly walked down the bus to find a peacefully napping Gregor. “So where too” you asked Gregor as you stepped off the bus? “Ah I dunno I’m sure there’s a pub or maybe a bar or something around here” he replied. You two walked in silence until a shady looking dive bar came into view “eh I’m sure it’ll do” Gregor remarked, as you two found the staircase entrance leading down into the underground area. Gregor bought the both of you a few beers as he chatted away idly “you know Manager Bud I always wondered how your able to eat and drink without a mouth on that clockhead of yours” he said, you had often times found yourself wondering about that too but alas your ever persistent thoughts of such questions never seemed to wield any sort of answers. After a few hours of drinks and idle chit chat the two of you drunkenly stumble out of the dive bar. With the alcohol getting rid of your sense of shame and normal polite attitude you decided to ask Gregor if he had gotten you any sort of gift like the other sinners had. “Manager bud go easy on this old man’s wallet…” he said as you two somehow managed to make your way back to the bus where the rest of the sinners had a good laugh at the two of you and your drunken state.

[ruinaimagines]

rodya x reader hcs maybe..... :3

Uh yes, absolutely. Wife.

Rodion x Reader Headcanons:

Rodya’s casual demeanor and confidence make her a partner who is not afraid of complimenting you and being affectionate when she sees fit. Given her general indifference to others’ opinions this includes when in the presence of others so long as you yourself do not mind.

At first it can be a bit difficult to tell whether or not she’s interested in you, or just being friendly like she is with any other. You’ll find though that through lingering touches, devoting more time alongside you, as well as almost trying to impress you in some ways that it is the first option.

Fret not though if you’re a bit oblivious. Much of what Rodya does is just her winging it. She is not devoid of anxieties, in fact she has plentiful self doubt, it is just hidden under a guise of boldness. I can see her confessing as a risky and impulsive jump into the unknown as she does with many things.

She’s very observant of the body language and the mood of others, being quite the empathetic and compassionate person. This extends especially to people she hangs around in particular. Even if you’re doing a good job at hiding something she will be able to sniff it out.

Has an excellent ability to raise the moods in solemn situations, assuming that they aren’t bad enough that it would be inappropriate to do so. If you’re having an off day, you can worry not because Rodya will manage to pull you out of it. Whether it’s by words, or actions, she knows what to do and hates just leaving you upset.

Very physically and verbally affectionate! This tall woman will randomly walk up behind you and drape her arms over your shoulders in a hug if you’re shorter than her, resting her head sideways on your shoulder. Encourages you to sit next to her, and if this is on the bus sorry to whoever was next to her but they’re kind of getting kicked out of their seat

I wouldn’t describe her as needy by any means, but she is quite the tease. If you’re in the middle of something that requires your full attention, she might huff about it. It’s all fun and games though, she doesn’t actually mind.

You might expect that being in a relationship with this woman would be rather eventful due to her relatively strong personality, but something you’ll find is that a lot of the time she just enjoys sitting in silence and small talk with you. She’s an extroverted individual who’s good with people, but that doesn’t take away the fact that sometimes she just needs to slow down from everything.

Sometimes you can catch her staring at you or whatever it is you’re doing, occasionally accompanied by a question or two as she props her face up in her hands, leaning over to look. Honestly kind of nosy, might even scare you if you aren’t paying attention because you’ll just suddenly hear “Whatcha working on, hmm?” over your shoulder. Chances are she won’t be leaving without an answer too.

You can always tell when she wants a favor from you because she will get a certain tone of voice and a loose, mischievous smile. Doesn’t even need to open her mouth because next thing you know she’s wrapping her arm around you and going “Heyyyy~ You busy?” Makes it out to be something really big she’s asking of you when it usually isn’t really much of a problem. Definitely will call you any nicknames if she has them for you. If you’re unavailable for it she won’t press too much either, usually just accepts it and finds someone else or does it herself.

Teases you a lot. Prepare for it, because it comes in basically any form or way she sees opportunity for. If you’re shorter than her, this includes holding things away from you, randomly picking you up. Will enjoy flustering you and getting on your nerves in an impish way (nothing too serious). I do recommend establishing some boundaries if there are anything off limits, because even though they can seem a bit rude she does it out of love and in a play-fight manner. 

RIP if you don’t like PDA because she will almost never leave your side and will be very vocal about her care for you. You seem embarrassed? That encourages her more. Is constantly leaning on you, playing with your hair, holding onto you, whatever it may be. There is no subtleness.

The good news is she isn’t absolutely unbearable, while you two have become a bit of an infamous couple, she has enough decency that people don’t dread being in the same room as you. A lot of the time the reason you’re so aware is because you’re the recipient.

Rodion will take risks for fun all in the sake of having a good time and dragging you along. Takes rules more like suggestions, and if you’re on a date and she sees a scenic place behind chain link gates and ‘no-trespassing’ signs she will find a way to convince you to come along. To her unless they are explicitly very dangerous private properties, it’s all fair game as long as no one sees you, right?

If you’re as adventurous as her, great! Though admittedly that will probably get you into some messes. If you’re a bit apprehensive she is a very smooth talker, and will encourage you to come along and that there’s nothing to worry about. I mean, look at the place, it’s completely vacant! No need to fret, you’re just taking a peek.

Whether you realize it or not you will be coming with her unless you genuinely convince her otherwise. She keeps a very close eye on you, reassuring you and settling down in a spot with a beautiful view.

She is all for trying new things, and depending on just how intricate and fun it is to get to, you might end up having a new hangout area in the city if you’re staying there for a bit. Some place up and away from the usual buzz of the population. Just you two.

If you do get caught well.. Rodya’s charisma has had to save you one too many times. Usually it’s only by thugs on the street or those part of lesser syndicates, still through carefully selected words you usually get of there without a scuffle. 

She laughs about it later, to her that’s just part of the fun, and even if you are a bit anxious her bright attitude to the situation will help you loosen up too. For now, you’ll have to settle in a familiar place, but you got an interesting story out of it!

Without a doubt takes you to get drinks and the two of you are so rambunctious, she finds everything funny and because of her stupid humor, even if you aren’t under the influence you can’t help but laugh along. Tears are in her eyes as she’s wheezing and grabbing onto you for support, nearly collapsing in her seat.

Whenever she’s out shopping she will buy you little things she thinks are cute and that remind her of you. Usually these are little keychains either with charms or plushies on them, especially if said plushes look a little wonky. She says it gives them personality.

[academic-vampire]

[patchedrabbit]

das Ende

Pairing: Gregor Samsa (Limbus Company)/Fixer!Reader Warnings: Emetophobia Commissioned by @wizardofwoof Previous | Next

Gregor’s dreaming was always restless, troubled, agitated.

Usually plagued with nightmares, he thought he’d get used to it at some point. That point never came. In fact, it just made him more uneasy when his dreams weren’t horrific in nature.

Like this one. Too good to be true, the warmth holding him tightly and telling him everything he ever wanted to hear. How his work was finally done, how many people he saved and how he could rest. How he was loved, and how he could rest. To settle down with that Fixer from the Zwei, someplace far away from the City — such a place had to exist, didn’t it?

He doesn’t respond much in his dream, in the sense that he brought not much to the conversation. He did speak a lot, in quiet I love yous as he shivered in the embrace.

Dreams like that made him uneasy. But when he awoke, with everything ripped from him, he nearly ripped himself apart with it.

He lay in bed for a while, not doing anything, slowly catching his breath. Eventually, slowly, he forced himself from the not-comforting-enough sheets and trailed along the walls of Mephistopheles to meet up with the other Sinners.

“Vergil~ Ver… c’mon, don’t you think you owe us a little stop?”

Red pierced the dull light filtering through the bus windows, causing Gregor to squint and grumble under his breath. Rodion causing problems already? “I’m not sure what makes you think I owe you anything. Need I remind you that you work for the Company? You take on whatever I tell you to, with no complaints.” The manager’s ticking sped up as Dante tried to calm their boss. The Color placed a hand on their shoulder as he stepped away, instead opting to converse with Charon (but not before ordering them to get their Sinners under control with a huff.)

<Where exactly are you wanting to go anyway, Rodion?>

“Any number of places… ah, what were they… South Section 1? …3? 6?” “EAT,” Ryoshu spoke pointedly, once again not being clear with her intentions, despite how confident she sounded. And, as he usually does, Sinclair was the one to pipe up to elaborate on her odd acronyms. “I… think that means ‘Everything Already Told.’ Something like all of the above, right?” As if affirming Sinclair’s assumption, Ryoshu flicked her cigarette out the window and turned to face the group. “The areas listed belong to that of the Zwei Association,” she explained with a smirk, “the last group of Fixers we worked with.” With a nod, Dante turned their attention to Rodion again. <What do you want with them?>

Rodion glanced at Gregor from the corner of her eye, and instantly he felt hot. She wasn’t trying to set him up, was she? “I’m pretty sure one of them pocketed my chicken voucher off me… you don’t want to start paying for my meals now, do you? We’ll be in and out, I promise!”

What a load of shit, Gregor held back the spiteful phrase as he bit his lip and waited in his seat. It took quite a bit of asking from Dante (and quite a bit of translating from Faust), but eventually, Vergilius gave in on the pretense that he really didn’t want to spend more money than he had to on the Sinners — and, they argued, their money was his money. So they were going to find the Zwei Association, wherever they were.

The first stop was the 3rd South Section. Or was the ‘3’ part of the title, and not a method of categorizing? Such useless questions bounced around inside Gregor’s head, distracting him from the growing pit in his stomach that Rodion was slowly digging deeper. “You owe me for this.” “No, I don’t… I didn’t ask for it either.” “But you know it’s for the best, don’t you?” “...I didn’t say that.” Despite averting his gaze, he can still hear the woman stifle a chuckle, informing him that he was still as poor an actor as he ever was.

When Dante came to a stop and Faust began speaking in their place, it was clear to the rest of the Sinners that there was some sort of negotiation taking place. Rodion even sneaked to their sides to continue spreading her web of lies, leaving her friend to hope she wouldn’t cause more trouble.

Though, if she had gone through that much trouble, he should at least follow through on what he had said that night. Slipping past the crowds and into the office, he squinted his eyes as he searched and even began calling out one name in particular. Eventually, he saw a hand raised, and before it had even dawned on him, he was rushing to the spot with his heart pounding in his ears.

You had returned only moments ago from an individual mission, unloading your weapons and other necessities from your aching back. You laugh, amused at seeing the same brunet consecutively every other week, but you didn’t mind. The first meeting was a welcome one, after all, and your feelings remained genuine.

“I- I need… to tell you something,” he spoke through labored breaths, clearly having sprinted to your spot. “Shoot!” “Uh… I don’t think- not here, is there any chance I can pull you away for a minute?” The interaction seemed increasingly awkward, which only made you feel more worried about him. What could possibly have gotten him so riled up? How naive you must be.

Regardless, you agree, and just barely mention to get away from the eyes of the Company and the Association managers. You can’t tell if he’s averting his eyes due to the lowering sun, the light dancing on his face, though the words heavy on his tongue are all too obvious to himself.

“I love you,” Gregor says.

“Huh?” “The mission, the other day… I said ‘I love you.’ You didn’t hear me.” Your eyes widen as you’re shot with an almost cartoonish flashback. “Oh… oh, hah. Haha. You see, what’s funny is I did hear that, but I thought I made it up…” The soldier’s shoulders slumped, seeming to take the response as a negative. “Me too,” you add. It was his turn to respond, “Huh,” with the most dumbfounded look.

“I guess ‘I love you too’ would’ve worked better- sorry for the confusion!” He continues staring at you, not really registering the phrase. You grab the insectoid arm again, appreciating the texture once more.

Wordlessly, he grabs onto your other hand and just stares into the interlocking of your fingers.

“This’ll be convoluted, won’t it… promise you’ll visit more?” You question with a tilt of your head.

“Promise.” He opens his mouth again to add more but suddenly jerks free from your grasp as a round-up is called, causing his hair to frizz up. “Guess Rodion’s problem was solved…” “See you, Gregor Samsa.”

The look he gives you has the innocence of a newly formed butterfly.

“See you.”

[snapshotsandverse]

Current reading. 📖

[shititsarat]

- Cravings -

What happens does not need further explanation.

[andreas-river]

Request: Can you do a rodion x fem reader where reader is giving him head and she gets a facial at the end I know this is blunt but there’s not enough rodion content out there

TW: straight up smut, bj, MDNI.

A/N: This request was made anonymously, but when I saved the incomplete draft, Tumblr didn't let me edit it. I don't really know why or how, but lately this app is having a lot of problems, even if I always make sure it's updated. Anyway, I really hope this reaches the person who requested it!

You often found yourself in that position, slotted between Rodion’s legs as he lays down in bed, feeling his muscles twitching occasionally, watching you with half-closed eyes. He was blabbering nonsense, your chest filled with a sense of a pride seeing him like pudding with only your mouth and fingers, his hands in your hair, but barely putting any pressure on you.

“I’m close—fuck, you’re good at this—"

You could feel how hard and hot he was between your lips, tasting the salty pre-cum on your tongue, his cock throbbing and forcing you to breathe through your nose, but you couldn’t help your gag reflex, your lungs burning for the lack of oxygen.

The need of air was so much stronger than anything else, raising your face from his cock in the exact moment he came, his cum sticking on your face, watching him shuddering and mutter a series of curses in his native tongue, only realizing later that he came right on your face.

“Uh—sorry about that…” Yet he didn’t sound sorry at all, giggling and covering his mouth with a hand, trying to reach for the pack of tissues on the nightstand.

You wiped your face under his amused gaze until your fingers brushed against his softening cock, causing it to hiss from the overstimulation, curling up into a ball and trying to escape your grasp.

“Ow—come on!”

“Well, this is what you’re gonna get—get the fuck up you little—!” He ignored you completely as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pushing you down with him on the bed, trying to wriggle away from his iron grip but without success.

His lips brushed against your ear, hot breath making your spine tingle in anticipation. “Now is my turn, don’t you think?”

[schizoidcel]

Button said to shoot you , so i will do it *bang , bang , bang*

what do you think about headcanons with Lui association Ishmael x Sarcastic but smart Reader ?

## LIU!ISHMAEL x READER ★

🤍 ﹒ DUMBLINGS . .

－ notes ̽ ۪⠀i think yes

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I imagine Ishmael having beef with any kind of snarky person

And if they're smart too? uff .

Needless to say she would definitely not be fond of you when you two first meet, or the days after that (maybe months) (maybe y

Anyway.

I feel like Liu Ishmael specifically does like/use sarcasm but not to the point that it's someones whole personality in a way

As in 24/7, because she thinks it's insufficient for work when sarcastic comments are used all the time

I could imagine teasing her because of her loner lifestyle in the story

Sarcastic smart reader would definitley be on Ishmaels ass all the time, relationship established or not

Pre-established relationship would be tons of back and forth.

Problem is reader sees it as teasing (atleast on their side) but Ishmael genuinely wants to punch their guts and turn it into tommorows beef noodles

Ishmael is a smart person herself, but everytime reader corrects her on something (especially because they're being so painfully irritable about it) she wants to punt them.

If they're on the same branch it's #over

Rodion would see your relationship as some kinda old marriage trope, make comments about it etc and Ishmael hates her for it

but what she hates more is how lowkey true it is

Rodion hops in on the teasing just for fun when reader and Ishmael have their 'lovers quarrel' and Ishmael ALWAYS goes "STAY OUT OF THIS?!"

One is enough. She dosen't want to deal with two idiots.

Reader would join her sometimes when she has lunch and she hates to admit it but she tolerates their company (the toleration starts on day 4)

To the point where she'd miss them at times when they're not together

She still prefers to be alone, as she dosen't make an effort to get on a table with others even after her and reader share some lunch periods together. But everytime reader is in the room, she'd prefer to be with them instead of being alone

She thought of them as just a familar first, and tried to not get too close (keyword tried) as that could backfire quickly, especially in the City

But she realized her feelings rather early .

And as embarassed as she was, she didn't want to deny them

I could imagine Ishmael confessing first and reader being caught off guard for the first time .

Ishmael didn't have any intention of making them flustered, but she definitely wouldn't let go of it after

Now she has something to be an asshole about to YOU

i wrote this while i was having horrible cramps but they dissapeared after i finished thank you for afab power ishmael.

ૢ་༘࿐ thank you for reading ! Ⳋ᧙

[keysorsomething]

HSHSHSHSHSGDKPDOSHSH

I LOVE UR WRITING SM

CAN I REQUEST SOMETHOMG ANYTHING ABOUT RODION?

THANK YOU ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

THANK YOU SO MUCH !!

Of course, you can have Rodion stuff, I love him so much

Request Page!

Your first date with him was to Burger Town

Always begs you to go to the movies with you

Knows all the FNaF lore

If you're American he talks nonstop about how that's so cool and how cool he thinks American media is

If you're not he tries to tell you all the fun facts about America

Cried the first time he went to a 4th of July party (It was hosted by the Shadow Company group)

One time woke Yegor up asking to sleep in his bed cause he had a nightmare

Yegor did not let him sleep in his bed

Genuinely cares for and looks up to Yegor and will talk him up all of the time

That's his dad you can't convince him otherwise

You are constantly on pet-sitting duty because he IS Sputnik's uncle and that is his kid and if Nikto needs overnight sitting Sputnik sleeps in the bed.

Massive Cuddle bug

Very handsy/touchy

Kinda mfer that leads people around by the waist

Has a sports car that makes a fuck ton of noise cause it has no silencer

It has flame decals on it

[limbuscompanysituations]

W-Corp sinners hearing rumors about a ghost on the warp train, appearing with unharmed/sleeping passengers. Through investigation they encounter the ghost, only for said ghost not only to recognize them, but recount the previous times they've encountered them. (Ghost Reader x W-Corp Sinners)

I'm not joking when I say this is VERY LONG. It goes as follows: a brief meeting about the WARP Train ghost, and then every sinner's individual meeting with them. It took me a while to get to this request because I was unsure about how to tackle it to begin with. Thank you for your patience!

As the meeting goes on, the head of the group, or rather the one relaying information to them, finally approaches the main topic at hand.

"It goes without saying that this matter should not be spoken of outside of this group, as it pertains to corporate secrets." Faust begins, "As every employee in this meeting, regardless of ranking, has encountered a strange phenomena within the boundaries of the WARP train, higher management has decided to address this... situation."

The word they gave her was "issue", but as far as she was aware the anomaly had yet to negatively affect any train trips.

"I would not like to assume, knowing that secrecy is of utmost importance here, however, am I correct in suggesting that this has something to do with a certain unexpected passenger?" Yi Sang speaks.

Faust nods and glances around the room. Her other coworkers have varying reactions to the mentioned passenger.

Hong Lu stares off into the distance, lips pressed into a firm, thin line. Don Quixote's usual high energy self is silent and pensive. Meursault shows no signs of emotions other than briefly closing his eyes with a low hum, while Outis crosses her arms and looks away. Ryoshu lits up another cigarette and huffs. Rodion has a slight smile on her lips but her eyes are as cold as ever.

"All of you seem to be on the same page. This saves us time." She nods, "You are to proceed with your work as per usual, and report any encounters with the anomaly to an appointed senior manager."

"Ah, so nothing changed, really." Rodion clicks her tongue. She didn't know what she was expecting.

"Are you sure this event will not cause any..." Hong Lu raises his hand, trying to pose his question.

"I cannot speculate on secrets that pertain to WARP Train functionality." But Faust swiftly cuts him off.

He lowers his hand and nods.

"Comrade Faust," Don Quixote begins, "Can't we do a thing about it...?"

Faust shakes her head. "There is no way to say for certain whether this anomaly is dangerous to passengers of the WARP Train, be them employees or customers. You're to observe but not interfere."

The bright blonde woman seems dejected at that response.

"Listen to those above you, and you may learn a thing or two." Outis scoffs. It seems she had already made up her mind regarding this matter.

Ryoshu clicks her tongue, "Boring."

Faust politely dismisses all of her coworkers. There is nothing else she can tell them, given their contracts, and also nothing else she can reliably say about it. This is something beyond the scope of information he has access to.

From here onward, they all have to handle the passenger as they see fit.

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Yi Sang:

He's almost done with his part of the job when the ghost appears. He doesn't startle or react in any way to the sight of it. The passenger sits on a surprisingly clean bench, gazing at him with a longing that's familiar to him. They've met many times like this. He looks around and sees that as per usual, three or four asleep passengers are huddled in a corner. None of his coworkers have made it to this carriage either.

Yi Sang sits by their side, and they sigh.

"This trip is taking a lot longer than advertised, don't you think?" They say. He doesn't respond, merely resigning himself to stare out the window. "That's what the usual passenger thinks when the train departs from the station, did you know?"

He knows it would be better if he didn't interact with them, but cannot help it.

"I am aware." He keeps his thoughts about the corporation's methods to himself.

"It's alright, I think. As long as every passenger reaches their destination and the horrors are erased from their minds..." They stop to ponder for a second.

They sit together in silence. This is one of the many times they've met in the train, and yet Yi Sang can't seem to remember when was the first time. He somehow knows that in spite of his quietude, in spite of trying to keep his thoughts to himself, they seemed to already know every single one of them.

"When... Have we met?" He finally asks.

"A million lifetimes ago." They respond calmly, "Even though you forgot, I cannot let go."

Yi Sang shuts his eyes tight. For some unknown reason, the phrase makes him want to cry. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

"It's okay, because you will keep coming back, and as long as you do, so will I." They reassure him.

He doesn't know if that's for better or for worse.

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Meursault:

It's clear that their pristine looking self does not belong in the middle of a train that's otherwise filled to the brim with carnage. This is the anomaly W Corp is trying to understand. They stare at each other briefly, before he makes note of the group of unharmed passengers who sleep on a bench not too far.

When they smile at him, that sad smile he knows too well, he can't help but feel lonely. This must be one of the anomaly's many effects.

"You are a passenger." He is the first one to address the being in front of him.

They nod.

"Your destination is soon approaching." He thinks these words will comfort them, but instead they only make their smile disappear.

"There's no destination for me, as you know." They speak then smile again. A wave of melancholy takes over Meursault's heart.

"There is always a destination for a passenger. As certain as the sun rises and sets, you will go from point A to point B." He insists even though he knows the truth.

"You're always hopeful about it..." They laugh, "It's okay if I'm going nowhere. You're always here with me when I feel the most lonely."

"I'm an employee at W Corp. A cleanup agent will always-"

"Yes, yes, I'm familiar." They wave a hand in the air and dismiss his explanation. "It makes me happy that you're still this predictable."

He raises an eyebrow at them.

"Following a routine has always been soothing for both of us." They clarify.

"Ah."

This voyage will soon end, and the passengers in this carriage are already safe. Soon the unknown passenger will disappear.

Meursault hopes to meet them again.

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Faust:

There's only so much Faust knows, and yet inside the WARP train, she's as clueless about anything as every other employee. This anomaly, however, seems to know everything she's not privvy to and she's been trying to get it to open up. If only so she can for once have knowledge that belongs to her alone.

"Why do you think you keep coming back?" She asks.

They roll their eyes at her and then shake their head, chuckling a bit.

"You keep asking the same questions... At least you're as curious about me as ever. That's nice. It would be a lot better if you could remember me too..."

"It is impossible for me to remember you if I am not given-"

"Directions? Yes... yes, directions. Both of us would benefit from having them.

Faust frowns.

"What's with the frown? You're not the only one allowed to be cryptic." They laugh and that has Faust genuinely annoyed. She tries not to pout but fails.

"To pursue knowledge is a worthy endeavor, and one I am not ashamed of." She retorts.

"Aren't you scared I might make you just like myself, though? Are you not scared you'll become a ghost too, if you talk to me too much?" Suddenly the mood shifts, and the passenger's expression is taken by concern.

"Faust already expected this question." Faust can finally say with a smug smile, and she relishes on them being the one annoyed now, "It is a risk, as the source of your condition hasn't been uncovered. And yet..."

She pauses and ponders on it for a second longer, staring at the group of passengers that are uncannily still intact even if asleep. The passenger patiently waits for her answer.

"I cannot rest, unless I find out who you are."

The passenger crosses their arms, sadly staring out the window.

"It's not like it will change anything..."

"It will change me." Faust replies confidently. "I want you to change me."

The passenger smiles and shakes their head, but their eyes fill with tears. Their emotions are growing more volatile with each of these encounters, and this is something she notes. If she could ask any of the others, she would, but she knows that's not a possibility.

Could she be running out of time? She couldn't say. The best she could do was to keep returning to this passenger, and hope to find an answer before it became an impossibility.

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Hong Lu:

He's overjoyed to see them still unharmed, along with a group of unscathed passengers. It not only is a sight for sore eyes, it also makes his work much easier.

"You're still here, how nice~" He chirps and strolls over to them, "Ah, I suppose it's not nice for you, is it?"

"Not at all." They reply, but they're smiling and walking over to meet him in the middle of the carriage, "You haven't changed a bit ever since our last meeting."

"I don't think I could change in a a little over a day, haha..."

"You have no idea how much you've changed already... Ever since the first time we..." Their words drift away.

Hong Lu casually kicks at the floor with the tip of his shoe. At least there weren't any corpses to butcher in this wagon. He hated the stench of blood and how it would stick to his hair even after washing it multiple times.

"It's not the first time you say this, and yet you never tell me when we met before. That's a little mean, isn't it?"

They shake their head, "If you don't remember, then why should I tell you?"

"Ah~ so you're hoping I will remember eventually, if only you keep coming back." He wonders if this is the reason this passenger in specific can never leave the train.

He knows very well how it feels to be confined to a role one does not want.

They shrug, "I can't say if you're right or wrong, I guess I'm just here."

He can't help but question himself if the roles aren't reversed here, if they're real and he's the ghost. After all, he always felt like he was simply a passenger inside his own body; never able to choose the destination of his journey and never able to get off the ride.

"I guess we will have to find out, isn't that fun?" He smiles but he feels anger and frustration bubbling inside himself.

Life is such an unfair succession of unfortunate events.

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Ryoshu:

As much as she likes working with W Corp passengers, she has begun to despise her job as a whole. It is repetitive and boring, and most of her time is spent teaching new hires. Being able to enter the train once in a while and unwind is nice, however. That's what the ghost has earned her: a little downtime to herself.

They silently watch as she casually builds a statue of a varied assortment of limbs. She met them a couple carriages away, and since there was no carnage there she walked out of it, only to have them follow.

"I never understood why you do that." They comment as Ryoshu thinks about weaving a bunch of eyes and their nerves together into a crown. "I can see what you're doing, and it could be called revolutionary in the artistic fields but..."

She turns around and glares at them.

"I- I mean, I'm not saying I don't like it!" They frantically wave their hands in front of themself.

"As if I asked your opinion." Ryoshu scoffs. They give her an awkward smile.

"Don't you feel sad you'll have to dismount the statue later? You've assembled the passengers together where your job is to disassemble and separate them..."

"Don't care." she shrugs. "Hm..."

"It's like playing with clay for you, isn't it?"

She grins at them and her eyes glimmer with excitement.

"Did I say something wrong...?"

"You understand." Ryoshu hums and tosses her burnt cigarette to the floor. "Since when?"

"I keep saying we know each other, even if you don't remember, but you never believe me..."

"Hn." Ryoshu turns her back to them.

Normally, in a train full of abominations, one does not turn their back to the other passengers. She knows they are harmless, though. Even if the higher ups want her to report on their appearance in the train, she already made up her mind about refraining from doing so.

First because she does not owe those assholes anything more than what's in the contract, and second because she feels strongly about this passenger. She has yet to figure out if it's in a protective or possessive manner.

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Don Quixote:

"After me, helpless civilian! I shall guide thee towards safety!" Don Quixote exclaims.

"They're all dead already..." They try to explain to her for the hundredth time.

"Tis uncertain when the abominations will return! Come!"

They sigh and shake their head, already knowing there's no getting through to her. She's trying to guide them to the exit once more. They know this attempt is fated to failure.

"I told you I can't-"

"Nay! I shan't accept that as the undeniable truth! One day I shall bring you to safe harbor then-"

"Don..." They hold her bloody hand gently, a sad look in their eyes and a slight smile on their lips, "Thank you. You really are my hero."

Don Quixote blushes and freezes in place. She starts vibrating a little, as if about to have one of her usual outbursts of energy. Then, when her vibrating calms down again, she takes in a deep breath.

"Thou compliment is deeply appreciated," She begins to say in a solemn voice tone, "However, I have yet to save thee."

"You're already doing a lot, it's okay." They reassure her.

"Nay! Tis only when thou see the light of dawn again- only when thou art capable of exiting this damned place- only then I will accept being called a hero! This I swear on my honor, verily so!"

They shake their head and sigh. There is really no getting through to her. At least they aren't alone, and she keeps coming back often too.

"Okay... It's a promise then." They know it's an empty promise, but this seems to make her happy.

Working with W. Corp. is thoroughly soul-crushing, she hates it and can't admit that one of the Wings she so dearly admires is in truth a den of lies and injustice. This passenger is the only tether to her wish of becoming a knight of justice, and one of the few good souls who still care about the other passengers.

Don Quixote will gladly keep trying to save them again and again, no matter how many times it takes.

And even if all her attempts are doomed to fail.

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Outis:

She was already expecting this to be a difficult task. The Wing doesn't want to forfeit any bit of information to them, it's pretty much an impossible task. Perhaps higher management hopes to keep throwing them at the mysterious passenger until it disappears. She wouldn't put it past them.

Still whenever she meets them, she hopes that doesn't come to happen.

"You took a little longer to clean up this time." They say. They're sitting on the train's floor, leaning back on one of the tight-shut doors. Their eyes are closed and they seem to be tired.

Not too far from them is the usual three or four passengers who remain safely asleep.

"A second longer was the price for a job done to completion." She replies and takes a seat by their side, "You're still here."

"It took a little longer than a second, didn't it?" They retort and Outis squints at them.

"You're trying to tease me."

"You've gotten a lot better at picking it up!" They chuckle and she huffs.

"That's rich for someone confined to the space within the WARP Train. You should be trying to gain my favor, so then you could-"

"I'm never getting out of here. You know this."

Outis presses her lips into a thin line, lowering her head and looking at the metallic floor. They always gave her this odd sensation- a feeling that she couldn't explain into a single word. It wasn't longing or loneliness or anything in that spectrum it was... a feeling that she could never return home, or that there was no home to return to. She absolutely loathed it.

"If you have your mind set on failure, then you will not achieve anything."

"Of course you'd say that..." They sigh and rest their head on her shoulder. She doesn't feel it in herself to push them away, rather having the sudden urge to pet their hair. She refrains from doing so.

She wants to know them and what they mean to her, but can never seem to ask about it upfront. Instead they repeat this dance, back and forth trying to figure each other out.

Maybe one day they will return home, and maybe one day, so will Outis.

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Rodion:

"Alright, I'm all in!" She says as she pushes a pile of finger bones towards her opponent. "Whatcha say~?"

"Ugh..." They inspect the cards in their hands with a disgruntled look, "Can I still fold?"

"You don't remember the rules of the game? I thought your entire deal was remembering." Rodya laughs as they fumble with their own pile of finger bones and cards.

"I didn't think you'd remember promising to bring a deck of cards!"

"It seems like one of us doens't take gambling very seriously~" She teases them.

"Ah... I'm out anyway, look, my hand is terrible." They show their cards to her and she sees that they got at least two pairs, "Just take everything."

She happily claims the pile of finger bones which are being used as currency here and then reveals her hand. Not a single match worth a thing.

"What?! Not even a pair?! How?!" They throw their hands into the air, thoroughly infuriated with her bluff.

"You played well, but you weren't really playing." She grins wide as she shuffles the cards again, "Rematch?"

"Agh!" They hold their head in their hands. "I- I don't know!"

"C'mon, it's not like you have anything better to do. But then you'll have to find your own finger bones to bet, I'm not giving them back." They aren't worth a single thing and will be returned to their owners when her shift is over, but having them alone giver her a sense of power.

"I don't have a weapon like yours, you expect me to go disassembling hands and feet from the corpses?"

"What? I thought you were bored of being here all alone. At least now you'll have something to do with your time."

"Of all people to be stuck with..." They sigh.

Her assumption that smuggling a deck of cards within her uniform would give her something was right. People always reveal themselves when there's something on the line. This was all meaningless to Rodion, of course, she was just glad she could have a break from her exhausting work.

She watches them dig around corpses a small distance away from her. She'd met them in another carriage, one that was clear of blood and whose passengers remained safely in one piece.

"Oh yeah, where was your destination again, by the way? I mean, were you going home as everybody el-"

"You already know this..."

It was a long shot, and she missed it by far.

"Ah, right. After all we are good friends from way back and everything~"

They turn their head to squint at her.

"Somehow you're still terrible at lying outside of gambling."

"Don't be so mean out of the blue." She huffs, "Maybe you were just so bad at cards that I ended up forgetting."

She means it as a light jab, but their expression turns into one of agony and extreme sadness.

"Don't say that..." Their eyes well up with tears.

"Ah- I meant it as a joke. I didn't- I didn't really mean it..." She isn't used to apologizing like this, but the moment she saw how much they were hurt, she felt the instinct to comfort them immediately.

"It's not a big deal..." Their lie is as clear to her as a diamond.

That's one of the things she hates about them. No matter how many times she finds them, she cannot remember. No matter how much she wants to completely forget, to abandon them and to do whatever with her life, she keeps coming back to them. No matter what, she still has these painful emotions swirling inside of her that she can't even trace back to an origin. She resents the fact she can't resent them either.

"Okay, I'll lend you a few of my chips." She concedes, "Come here, let's have a rematch."

[cramathonn]

Masterpost

Status: Closed

Hello, dear stranger on Tumblr. You may call me Cramathonn or Cram. I am just a silly guy who wants to write about his favorite characters casually, accepting requests every now and again. I prefer to be referred to with he/they/it pronouns, eventually the neos bomb/bombself.

Instead of sharing the fandoms of which I will most likely write/yap about, I will share the characters in specific, for I find it easier and less stressful for myself. That way, I won't feel obligated to write for charactes I'm not that interested in.

I will write for gender neutral and male readers only. However, when requesting nsfw scenarios, please do specify if the reader is afab or amab, solely for clarification and to make my writing experience easier. If not specified, I shall try my utmost to make it as generalized as possible.

However, if you desire to see some of my art, please go back to the main blog, @cram-cram ! I have recently wiped its history so uhhh yeah. An archive blog is tagged on the intro post if you wanna see my old stuff tho!

Without further ado, back to this blog and the info about what I write:

Green means go

★Fluff, angst and NSFW are all game

★Gore is on the table (be aware for my gore writing is VERY explicit)

★In NSFW content, majority of kinks are ok, the ones I won't do will be specified later

★Platonic and romantic scenarios

★Poly relationships!

★Monster x human

★Heavy subjects such as abuse and mental health (all with their due care and respect)

Red means stop

† Dubcon and noncon are a no go

† Watersports and age regression are a red in NSFW (if more surface, they will be added here)

† Very big age gaps! No thank you!

† Incest (not even stepcest)

† Character x character (more of a "don't feel like it" type of thing)

As for writing styles, you might get a drabble, a headcanon or a one shot. It all depends on my mood and how packed that week/day is for me. Please be aware that I am a college student and have a job, so I will be very very slow with publishing stuff.

Sensitive subjects will be properly tagged, so please pay attention as to not trigger yourself.

Now, finally, the list of characters I am currently obsessed with and desperately want to write about/read about. The sources to which they belong to will be in parentheses.

The menu

Billy Kid (ZZZ)

Anton Ivanov (ZZZ)

Grace Howard (ZZZ)

Rina (ZZZ)

Seth (ZZZ)

Qingyi (ZZZ)

Jane (ZZZ)

Kafka Hibino (KN8)

Reno Ichikawa (KN8)

Iharu Furuhashi (KN8)

Meursault (Limbus Company)

Heathcliff (Limbus Company)

Gregor (Limbus Company)

Rodion (Limbus Company)

Outis (Limbus Company)

Welt Yang (HSR)

Kafka (HSR)

Gallagher (HSR)

Chilchuck (Dunmeshi)

Kuro Kiryu (ES)

Rinne Amagi (ES)

Scar (Wuthering Waves)

Yuanwu (Wuthering Waves)

Yinlin (Wuthering Waves)

Please keep in mind that I haven't met Yuanwu in the story yet and that I haven't finished the main story of Wuthering Waves! So those two characters are the ones I am least familiar with.

These are the characters for now. This list will be constantly updated, with additions and removals always being a possibility, so please do keep an eye out! If you want to check if I write for a character, don't be afraid to ask! I tend to be rather forgetful, so ask away.

If you simply want my take on a headcanon you have about one of the aforementioned characters, please do send them! I love debating about headcanons and sharing my thoughts (I am a yapper at heart)

There will be no masterlist! However, the posts will be tagged by fandom, characters and writing style. So, if you came looking for specifics, clicking on my profile and using the desired tag should filter everything properly!

As to differ random yaps from requests, here are the following tags you should look for:

#yappingdemon → for headcanon debates and just me being absolutely deranged/insane about something (mainly a character or game)

#storytellerdemon → for actual writing, be it headcanons, scenarios, drabbles or oneshots

This masterpost will be tagged as both yappingdemon and storytellerdemon, to mark the beginning of both categories in the blog.

Thank you for your attention and for considering requesting from this blog in the first place! Yapping request shall always be open, however request status will be updated both here and in random posts, so please do keep an eye out.

I wish you a pleasant timezone

- Anxious Demon