Waaah~ So Many Toys To Play With~

waaah~ so many toys to play with~

Pls do that who? Smau with Riddle Leona and Vil! Thank you 💕

WHO?

(SMAU) When they text you, you reply with ‘who?’

floyd + jade leech, ace trappola VERS. <- here!

azul ashengrotto, idia shroud, epel felmier VERS. <- here!

SMAU, gn!reader (you/your)

characters; riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, vil schoenheit

notes; AHH i love doing SMAUS, they’re usually the only thing i can make that i could do for any character tbh,, anyways! here you go :3 SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG </333

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

VIL SCHOENHEIT

( due to be edited at anytime )

Sexcapades - Azul

Alright, so you and Azul have been in a relationship for quite some time now. Sure, you two didn’t have the best of first meets and he tricked you into a contract and enslaved half the school (your friends included), but hey, nobody’s perfect, right? But anyways, you’ve been together for awhile and you felt it was about time you and him did the horizontal tango.

Except this is Azul we’re talking about here and he’s an insecure octobitch who’d never been intimate with anyone in his entire life and practically cried when you accepted his confession.

You still recall him calling you to his office, contract in hand, as he begged suavely asked you to be his partner. You didn’t sign it of course, but did accept his confession nonetheless and still tease him about it to this day at how stupid it was that he honestly thought he needed a contract to get you to be his.

But back to the present where you and your love octopus are in the bedroom, both undressed down to your undergarments and getting ready to do the deed. He nervous. He’s been nervous since you asked him if he’d be willing to take the next step tonight. He hands are clammy and shaky as they struggle where to put themselves, prompting you to place them at your sides as you madeout with him.

You try to ease him into it, get him heated and panting to try and get his mind off of the nerves. You two haven’t even done anything and already he looked ‘bout ready to burst. You grin at him through your shared kiss, gently grabbing his hand and guiding it down, down, down until his fingers come into contact with your nether regions and-

You suddenly gag as a strange liquid shoots into your mouth and you’re sputtering and spitting whatever it is out. You panic and look down to see this pitch black substance on your hands and you blink in confusion at what the heck this stuff is?!

You look up to ask Azul what just happened, only to gawk as the same black liquid oozed out of the corners of his mouth. His eyes were wide and brimming with tears and his whole body started to tremble. It took you a minute, but you finally understood what just happened.

“Did… did you just ink me?”

He refused to meet your gaze as a blush colored his face along with the black substance now revealed to be his ink.

“S-sorry…”

And before you could gather your bearings once more he just, bolts off the bed and out of the room, leaving you an inky mess. You sat there for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what the hell just happened. The bitch just left you there, sitting in his own mess.

“This is not what I was expecting to be covered in tonight, Ashengrotto!”

Later, once you properly cleaned yourself up a bit, you found him hiding in one of his octopots, crying in embarrassment and self loathing. You comforted him and tried to get him to come out, but when that failed, you had to take extra measures and got The Stick to try and fish him out. In the end that didn’t work either and you just cuddled with him in the pot.

Maybe you can get some of his white ink  some other time.

Thembo Shark Reader...

Just this massive behemoth who clears out entire beaches in mere seconds - because they smelled raw meat cooking at one of the pits.

Shark Reader can't catch a break. They're hunted by schools of merfolk, fishermen, and royalty at sea - pursued by life guards and people they've dragged to shore on land. Shark Reader is a passive giant just looking for their next meal and resting place. It's easy to pick up on their docile nature within a few minutes of meeting them - unless they got something in those chompers and asking their new companions if they see the cause of their parallel. That exact scene is what lead to them gaining their little following of merfolk who tailed them from coast to coast. While the meats and other good had been a fine meal, plastic coolers weren't the best thing for a shark's diet and had gotten stuck in their gums. They reworked a net conveniently cast out to sea into floss, freeing the distressed goldfish in the process. They were prepared to swim off and go about the rest of their day - ambushed by the teary eyed school the mermaid belonged to. It's easy to keep their big lovable shark around by catching a couple fish or luring humans out to sea. As long as they fillet their catches properly - Reader can't tell the difference.

Some shitposts under the cut

Yan Sea Captain: Today will finally be the day I catch that beast. A new frame will hang on my wall when its finally mine.

Crew Mate: You mean like that oil painting of you and it in your bedroom.

Yan Sea Captain: Another word and you'll be the bait

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[Shark Reader carries a surfer back to shore and sticks their board in the sand]

Shark Reader: Not Safe that far out. Sharks

Surfer: o-ok... [frantically searches for that "lifeguard for hire" poster they saw at the entrance to the beach]

Yan Lifeguard, standing on a boat: Are you ready for your first swimming lesson?

"n-no?"

Yan Lifeguard: Fantastic! [yeets their victim into the water and swims back to shore waiting for someone to notice]

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Yan Researcher: All that time wasted. Had I know this would be the way to win your heart, I'd have done it the day we met, my love

Shark Reader, on their twelfth tuna sandwich and fifth raw steak: I thought it would be pretty obvious

✨Jade and Floyd take care of their offspring.

✨Ovipositor, moray eels can change sex, Jade is a killer of sharks, mention of the death of eggs, polyandry.

You always thought that reproduction and pregnancy occurred only within one species, it has not been proven by the scientists of your world that some cow could give birth to a calf from a donkey.

Mixing species and blood was out of the question in your world. But, this is Twisted Wonderland, anything that violates the laws of physics, biology, and moral ethics can happen here. You thought you were going to be the mother of a baby when you became some man's wife. But you became the wife of the Leech twins, two brothers, two morays, two incredibly dangerous creatures. It's not clear who the testicle came from - you fucked two of them at once. Whose balls are they? What difference does it make if you love the two of them and the twins love you. Giving birth to fucking eggs was worse than eating large quantities of spicy food and not having a glass of water handy.

True enough, after realizing that the eggs couldn't stay and develop on land with you, Jade and Floyd decided to go home and wait for the tadpoles to hatch so they could come back to you on land.However, you dived your husbands often enough, checking on them and the children, spending money on underwater breathing potions.

Their reactions frightened you every time-whenever you just swam near where the eggs were growing, Jade and Floyd would open their mouths in the shape of moray eels, growling and snorting, driving away the named guests. Noticing, however, that it was only their beloved, little wife, they smiled, wrapping their tails around your waist, helping you down to the bottom, closer to the eggs.

"They're growing incredibly fast," Floyd says boredly, shaking the dirt off the eggs with his tail. "I can't even enjoy the time and care."

You giggle, kissing his wet, slippery cheek. And he laughs, accepting your love.

"Soon they'll hatch and we'll put them in an aquarium and go back on dry land," says Jade, already dreaming of returning to your shared home because sleeping on the mud and coral isn't comfortable, having gotten used to the years of living on dry land. Better on a soft bed, hugging you tightly with your arms, not your fins.

"I'd be more than happy to kill a couple more sharks, though," he says, not changing his smiling expression.You flinch, blowing air bubbles."Unfortunately and fortunately, someone got distracted and a couple of eggs broke," says Jade, casting a quick glance at the twin.

You feel like you've just died yourself, because it's true that the number of eggs has decreased. Sadness appears in your chest, and you gently stroke your children's shells. Jade puts her arm around your shoulders, squeezes your chin, and kisses your lips affectionately, smearing them with mucus.

"Don't be sad, only strong individuals survive."

You sigh, you don't understand the rules of life in this world yet.

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When tadpoles hatch from the eggs, you scream the loudest with happiness and even cry. You love the feeling of being a mother. Even though you cannot see tadpoles in the aquarium because of the lack of pigmentation on their transparent bodies, you are so happy when the tadpoles press against the terrarium, recognizing you as their mother and blowing bubbles.Back on dry land, you gave your husbands a rest after their hard work and protecting their eggs under water. You carry the terrarium made by Jade's hands everywhere with you: to work, to the store, for a walk, even in bed they have a special place on the shelf above your heads, to be always near you.The babies grew every day, changing pigmentation and playing with each other.

Three cute tadpoles! Jade and Floyd are happy with their offspring themselves, and grandma and grandpa come out on dry land from time to time to celebrate their grandchildren's birthdays and admire their mother, so caring that the twins' mother cries in emotion from time to time.You realize with sadness that by the age of two, children are already considered capable children by the standards of sea dwellers, who can and should develop without the help of their parents. But, after all, they are half moray eels, and human. Therefore, at the general council, it was decided to give them a potion so that the children would become human and know the joys of life on land.

They are already walking, running and jumping, fighting with each other and hanging from their fathers' necks, tormenting Uncle Azul, squandering his capital on toys and sweets. You feel so good, gathering with your tired husbands late at night in the children's bedroom, tucking the triplets into bed and kissing their foreheads while watching them fall asleep. The silence comes after midnight. Now you have time for a relationship.

"Oh, are all people so active as children?" utters Floyd tiredly, falling onto the bed."Yes, no exceptions." you say, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your face against your husband's chest.

Floyd interlocks his fingers on your back, stroking.After a minute, you are flipped onto your back, laying in the middle of the bed, and Jade lies between your legs, throwing her legs over your shoulders, kissing the inside of your thighs. You moan softly in pleasure and growing arousal. Your shirt is pulled up by a second pair of hands, gently squeezing your breasts, which you never got to feed the babies, simply because moray eels don't feed on milk. Even if they are half human.

"Boys, God," you moan. Floyd kisses your breasts, licks t bites with his sharp teeth, leaving marks. The old ones have long since healed on your body, for you haven't had intimacy in a very long time. It's time to remind your entourage who your husbands are and how many of them there are.

I would also like NSFW of Fast Food Reader, I need them to do things that are not safe in the work enviroment such as balancing on chairs and standing on tables or climbing through the drive thru window for fun. A gremlin that the haunted fast food place keeps trying to keep SAFE

[The mascot corners you in the kitchen.]

You, holding a bucket of ice by the fryers: Not today, bitch. Take one more fucking step and we all fry.

[The mascot casually puts down its gift of mystery meats and backs away]

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You: If I have one more rude motherfucker pull up I'm gonna do a backflip off the top of the gym

[Not even five minutes later - the ball pit hands furiously shake the slide to get you to come down before you get to the top while also making a net in case you do]

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You, playing that one ghost challenge game with the pencils when the one on top moves because of the fan in the room : [fire alarm screams]

Your dead coworker standing right behind you: are you fucking kidding me