#and the genuine care and respect they have for one another

[asapeveryday]

noctuary #6 - p.b x tlou au

noc·​tu·​ary ˈnäkchəˌwerē

: a collection of a single night's events, thoughts or dreams

--read pt.5 here

pairing: Paige Bueckers x reader

AU: The Last of Us 2 x Wbb crossover

warnings: drinking, smoking

synopsis: you meet her on the brink of giving up. she’s suspicious, too nice, too charismatic. you know you should be on guard, but you’ve got nowhere to go, and she’s eager to have nobody to be.

notes: hi it’s been a tough couple days and I also accidentally deleted like almost all of this fic and had to restart which. Made me want to abandon it all together honestly so sorry for the wait.

FIRE CRACKLES COMFORTINGLY behind you, orange beautifully contrasting with the deep navy night.

You're on your third drink, not drunk, but buzzing, all tingly fingertips and loose smiles as Nika's shoulder bumps yours. You're got your arm strung around her—a little too much pda for your sober tastes--but she's off balance without it and you're having too much fun to care.

The group is big, a large posse amongst the existing cluster or people surrounding the trash-fire. You and Nika, glued by strewn limbs, Aubrey, Ice and Caroline, who are reaching that giggly phase of alcohol intake, Kk and Jana, one bouncing off the walls and the other wholly sober.

They're a tight knit family, it's obvious as you watch them, the light punches and unintelligable jokes, the looks shot over heads that only they can compute. It doesn't make you feel like an outsider, suprisingly it makes you feel warm. After one too many arguments and another hour spent in their circle by the fire, you feel like their stares aren't so foreign after all.

They like you. They have names for your name: newbie, horse girl, crossbow babe, drug dealer. They label you with laughter and genuine care, no malice. By your fourth drink, it doesn't occur to you to be offended. They have names for themselves too, and they're not much better.

"Nah, you guys don't get it." Nika grins sloppily, squeezing your shoulder with the arm that's slung around you. "She's our plug. We gotta respect her."

"You got any on you?" Caroline raises a curious brow. Before you can respond, Kk's patting your front pockets down from behind.

"Oh naw, she's off duty I guess." Kk slurs, taking her hands off of you.

"You can't just feel her up like that!" Jana laughs, tearing Kk away.

"Yeah, back off my plug." Nika huffs, shooing the shorter girl away. "Or else she's only gonna sell for me."

"I'm not even selling." You roll your eyes with a smile. "You guys get my shit for free."

"Oh for real?" Ice's eyes widen. "Thought Paige was trading you something."

You take another sip of your drink at the mention of her name, shuddering as it makes it's way down.

"Me too." Kk nods. "Where'd you get all these cute ass clothes from then?"

"This," Nika grins warmly, pointing at your body, "is all me, baby."

"Yeah, I thought so." Aubrey nods. "Did you dress like this back where you came from?"

"Like this?" You motion to your bare legs. "We didn't get to just hang out, we were always working. You can't fight infected in this."

"Do you miss it?" Caroline asks lightly. "All the action, I mean."

The others tune in, and you realize just how interested they are in you. Still, you can't help but stiffen at the question, it was only all you'd been thinking about in the past week.

When you falter Nika fills in the silence, fingers squeezing your shoulder in quiet notice. "Bro, just say you want her to take your spot on patrol and move on." She says, and the others laugh without notice of your hesitation.

"I wouldn't" Aubrey shrugs. "I mean, it's nice to get out there. But you deserve a break."

"She's been having a break!" Kamorea laughs. "Girl has been brushing horses for a damn month."

"Suprised you're not bored yet." Caroline hums. "I'd be depressed."

"Everyone's depressed either way." Jana snorts, and the girls ceremoniously clink their drinks with mhm's and you right's ringing somberly through the air. You raise your drink to Nika's, nodding mindlessly as she catches your eye, clinking her beer bottle to yours.

You realize at that moment, through all the murmurs and laughter against that crackling fire, that all of them struggle too. Maybe it's the reason for all of these festivities, the late night joints and boombox blasting. You can appreciate their efforts to make Jackson as normal as they can. It's admirable, heart-warming, even.

"Whatchu smiling to yourself for?" Nika raises a brow, bringing all the attention back to you.

"Nothing." You bite back a grin, shaking your head.

"C'mon now." Kk teases, flinging an arm around the side opposite Nika's. You're sandwiched between the two girls, both of them swaying to the old rnb that graces the air.

"You guys aren't too bad, that's all." You mutter, cowering slightly as the expressions around you break into giddy smiles.

"I think we cracked her." Aubrey hums, nudging Caroline and Ice fondly. Jana stalks over to fling her arms around you too, but the height difference is so awkward that it makes you all laugh.

Ice takes Caroline by the hand, who then latches onto Aubrey. In a drunken line they join the huddle, arms circling around the girls that already squeeze you tight.

In normal times you would've gone as far as bites or blows to get them off, but the smell of smoke and beer against their amused giggles and warm hearts makes the contact far more palatable.

Even if it's elevated by alcohol, and your head is spinning slightly and your balance is growing off-center, it still feels good.

You can barely see ahead of you, even with some squirming to loosen their grips. They start to sway in unison, shrill squeals and laughs ringing through the air. Somewhere along the stumbling around, a crack opens in your line of sight.

You can see the glow of orange flame, the clusters of other people scattered, and a body in the middle, all eyes but your posse's on her. In that moment it feels like the air is being sucked in her direction, all of the attention, every component of Jackson's Milky Way directly warped into her gravitational pull. You feel the pressure in the air.

When you stop swaying, the others do too. Nika mumbles something, but you don't respond, You just stare at the approaching figure, eyes squinting, trying to make out the face.

High cheekbones, dotted with divets left by teenage acne and picked scabs. Lashes long, downturned, serving perimeter to electric blue eyes. Full lips, pink beneath the chapped lines. Blonde hair greased back into a bun.

The girls pause too, they turn too slow, and they gawk at her. They're sucked into her pull just like the rest of them. You're the first to break, refusing to contribute to her attention-grabbing presence, but you don't speak.

Nika breaks second, parting from the group.

"Big P!" Nika squeals, running over to her with arms outstretched, drunkenly crashing a little too hard. Paige smiles and welcomes the pummel-hug with an amused look, noting Nika's trashed state.

The other girls follow soon after, shoving her, surveying her condition, ruffling her hair, flicking her shoulder. You stay planted, nursing your drink.

Her lips move as she speaks to them, low and charming beneath their excited volume. They ask and she answers, but her eyes stay on you.

You watch her stance, a slight limp but still somehow balanced as an athlete, posture perfect, head held high. Her eyes wash over you like cold water, you can feel them drag over your clean hair, beer-flushed complexion, bare skin. She wets her chapped lips, and for whatever reason, you catch it. And you shiver.

The girls make another fuss. They trust she'll always come back, but they're ecstatic nonetheless when she does. Nika grabs a beer from someone nearby. Paige cracks it open with a shiv she slips from her pocket, throws her head back and downs at least half.

You watch her throat as she swallows before her head dips forward again, a dirty hand raising to wipe her mouth. Those who stand by whoop and holler the whole way through. They raise their drinks to her, call out her name, and succumb to her gravity.

She raises her drink to you, ignoring the power she has.

Or perhaps not noticing at all.

YOUR SKIN RESEMBLES goose flesh for the rest of the evening.

It's animalistic, you feel like prey. Paige lingers, she works the party. She dallies with every group there is, and yet you can feel her eyes, those beautiful, awful, fucking eyes on your back, your neck, your face, every expanse of skin she can zero in on.

She wants to talk. You don't have to be a genius to understand that. She works the group like a true people-pleaser, but in doing that she circles you. Watches your interactions, the way arms sling possessively around you, the way her friends claim you to be their own. And she can't even get close.

She's slicked with sweat. It glistens off of her forhead and her bare arms against the fire light. She talks to some girl who's intently gazing into her eyes, but Paige keeps breaking that contact to shoot glances at you as you talk to Nika.

"Uh, hello?"

"Sorry." You jerk, snapping back to Nika's face. Her cheeks are flushed pink, one brow raised dangerously.

"You gunna talk to her?" Nika smiles slyly. "Cusss' she's staring at you so hard it's actually pissing me off." She slurs.

"You're drunk." You dismiss her, ignoring how Paige glances over again.

"Bitch," Nika groans, "I bet she missed your robotic ass. Prolly wishes she took you with her."

"Shut up." You sigh.

"Look at her." Nika snorts, turning so obviously to glare at Paige. "She's already drunk, crazy girl. Who the hell comes back after four days out there and gets drunk?"

"Nika, stop." You urge her, but it's too late. The brunette is waving Paige down aggressively, saying, "P! Put the beer down and go take a damn shower!"

You sigh, chugging the last of your water as Paige makes her way over with obvious struggle.

"What'd you say?" Paige chuckles, intoxication evident in her tone.

"I said you stink." Nika grins. "Stop drinking and go home n' wash up."

"Ion' think I smell that bad." Paige hums, tipping her beer bottle back for another sip. "Lemme celebrate. You guys always do fun shit when I'm out."

"You're the one who dips without Geno's permission." Nika shoots back. "He's seriously gonna kill you tomorrow, by the way."

Paige just shrugs, glancing at you sneakily. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. You can sense her thinking, preparing herself to speak with you. You beat her to it.

"Where's Sue?" You ask.

Paige looks affronted for a moment, and Nika bursts out laughing.

"Horse girl only has one thing on her mind!" Nika wheezes, slapping your back. "Damn, you're something."

"What?" You frown, glancing between the two of them. Nika laughs way more than your comment should've probed. Paige just bites her lip.

"P leaves for four days and you only care about the damn horse." Nika snorts.

"Someone has to." You shrug, shooting an apologetic look Paige's way. She shakes her head with a little smile, amused.

"Left her with Ashley and Sarah at the gate." Paige hums. "They're taking her to the stables."

You nod.

The conversation dies out. A few of the other girls find your group, chattering away with Nika while occasionally including you and Paige in the mix. You just down your water, Paige her beer.

She sneaks glances at you in between mindless chuckles and jibs between words. Those looks, the one thousand ways her eyes slice you open like a machete to flesh, mean something other that what leaves her mouth.

They bleed questions and their answers, unintelligible analysis that you’re sure you want no part of. It’s like you’re being pulled through walls towards her by this impossible vortex.

Of course, sharp-eyed Nika can sense it through her drunken state.

“You guys good?” She cuts through the thick air, waving a hand over your eyes and shooting Paige a look. “Ya’ll got something to talk about?”

“No.” You say before Paige can answer. “I think I’m done for the night, actually. M’gonna head home.”

There it is again, the bumps on your arms at the raise of Paige’s brows, subtle but there, expression illuminated by the fire light. Nika just groans.

“Nnoooo…” She whines, latching onto you. “Stayyy. Paige just got here.”

“I know.” You bite your lip. “Sorry, Paige. I’m exhausted.”

“S’fine.” Paige nods, though she thinks for a moment. “I should go too. I’ve had a long couple days.”

“Are you serious?” Nika scoffs, turning to Paige now. “You’re both leaving?”

Your eyes catch hers over Nika’s head. You both shrug, small smiles playing on your lips.

“Okay, well fuck.” Nika huffs. “You guys walking together?”

“Uh,” you mumble. “Are we?”

“My house is on the way to yours.” Paige nods. “So yeah, if that’s alright.”

“It’s fine.” You nod.

“You guys are so weird.” Nika smirks, eyes darting between the two of you. “Stay safe I guess. Don’t piss in any bushes or else Dawn is gonna swiss cheese you.”

“Meaning?” You raise a brow. Paige just shakes her head with a laugh. “Never mind that.”

You shift on your feet. “Let’s go?”

“Yeah.” Paige nods.

THE WALK IS mostly quiet.

The sky is so clear, speckled with stars and wholly cloudless. The smell of smoke grows more and more faint, but it lingers on your clothes and hair. She smells like smoke too, along with four day sweat and dry blood. She’s not covered like she was when you first came here with her, just a few splatters here and there. Not much struggle, it seems.

She keeps glancing at you, you’re not surprised, just unsure how to talk. It was so natural the last time you spoke.

Finally, you meet her eyes. She glances away in a split second when you catch her, but smiles and looks at you again more clearly after a beat, accepting the eye contact. You both grin slightly at the awkwardness of it all.

“How was it?” You ask.

“Good.” She nods, “much needed.”

“I’m sure.” You hum. “You were missed.”

“By you?”

“By everyone.” You shoot back, eyes narrow. She laughs a little at your response, shaking her head.

“You’re never gonna let me have it, are you?”

“Have what?”

“Never mind..” She snorts. “So, did they talk bout me?”

“Not really.” You shrug.

“So how’d they miss me then?”

“They just did.” You state, planting your eyes on the gravel road you walk on. “I can tell.”

“Well,” Paige mumbles, eyeing you closely, “I guess I did get a pretty warm welcome.”

You nod halfway, recalling the way the world seemed to stop once people recognized her. It was overwhelming, powerful, but also terrifying. Maybe something you wanted to bring up. But not now.

“Are you hurt?” You ask.

“Exhausted.” Paige smiles. “Super drunk, by the way. And exhausted. And aching.”

“Paige.” You frown.

“Not hurt.” Paige doubles down. “Not badly, anyways.”

“Yours or something else’s?” You ask, pointing to the speckle of blood on her black tank.

“Something else.”

“Were there a lot?”

“No.” She hums. “It was calm.”

You nod, subtly eyeing the way she walks. Her steps are heavy, her head seemingly held with much effort. You can tell now that the buzz of socializing has worn off, she’s incredibly tired.

“You looked like you were having fun.” Paige cuts between your thoughts.

“And what does that look like?” You ask.

“Not like anything I’ve seen from you before.” She snorts, and you feel a slight prick of jealousy from her. “You were all smiley. N’ they were all over you.”

“Yeah, well.” You shrug. “I’m a few too many drinks deep. And you have good friends.”

“Looks like they’re your friends too.” She says, eyes piercing you like spears.

“Jealous?” You glance at her, feeling a little surge of hot confidence against the cool wind.

She chews her lip for a moment, half taken aback from your forwardness and half amused by it.

“It’s good to see you like that.” She finally shoots out. “But I can’t help but be jealous too.”

Now it’s your turn to be surprised. You weren’t expecting that answer either. She laughs, seeing it on your face.

“No need to be.” You manage to chuckle. “They might just like me for the weed anyways.”

Her eyes narrow. “You don’t actually think that, do you?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “I think they like me. But I also think we were all drunk. That changes things.”

She nods slightly. “Are you drunk right now?”

“Not like before.” You say. “M’ not sober though. Still tingling.”

“Sweet.” Paige grins, looking up at the sky. “I’m not even gonna lie, everything is kinda spinning right now. Like, not a lot, but it’s kinda making me feel sick.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Nope.” She hums, popping the p. You watch as she closes her eyes, head still tilted to wards the stars. “Fuck, the fresh air feels so good.”

“Paige, how far is your house?” You ask. “N’ are you good to walk home alone when I leave?”

“I’m fine.” She says with little worry. “I’ve done harder things while drunk.”

“Okay..” you trail off, worry only growing as you spy your house coming up on the road.

“Should I walk you to the door?” Paige grins, laughter a ghost on her lips.

“No need to be a gentleman.” You shake your head with a smile, walking up the path to your front door. She follows beside you anyways, tripping slightly as you pass through the gate.

“Paige, you good?” You frown, even more concerned. “I don’t think you’re gonna make it home tonight.”

“Of courseeee I am.” Paige huffs. “I always make it home.”

The comment sinks a little deeper than it should. Maybe it’s the slightly pathetic way she says it, the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips. The way she says it so easily, like there’s no question...or rather no room for question at all.

Before you can even respond, she jerks away from you and folds over, vomiting onto the bush by your front door.

"Fuck." You curse, rushing over to hold back the strands of hair that escape from her loose bun. You let your fingers pull back the blonde whisps as she empties her guts on your front lawn, pulling away once or twice just to gag and do it all over again.

It's only a few seconds later that she's spitting up saliva, breathing heavy, hands on her knees.

"Sorry about your bush." She coughs out, glancing at you with embarrassment.

Those words make your chest pinch.

"Jesus, Paige. I don't give a crap about my bush." You frown, taking in her face, which is now pale and shiny with sweat. "Why the fuck are you so accommodating all the time? You're drunk and exhausted, you don't have to be sorry for anything."

Her brow just furrows, and she takes one hand off of her knee to harshly wipe her lips. After a slow blink, all she says is, "Huh?"

You pause.

"Never mind." You sigh, trying not to look at the bile all over your lawn. "Just—just come inside."

Paige's eyes widen. "I'm fine."

"Just spend the night. Wash up, sleep." You tut. "I won't be the reason you blackout on the way home."

"I guess I could use a shower, huh." Paige grins, though it's one of the weakest she's spared you yet. You open the door for her, and she steps inside like it's her own house.

You look outside at the clear, starry sky, and will your chest to unravel whatever tension always seems to build around her. Your fingertips tingle. Your head pounds. You breath the clean air, and then step inside.

THE NIGHT IS long, and quiet aside from the sound of her breathing, and the whirr of your electrical fan.

It was all sort of a blur. You showed her around briefly via the point of your finger. Kitchen. Living room. Stairs. Bedroom. Bathroom.

You poured her a glass of water, and draped your couch with your blankets and pillows. She complained the whole way through, but slumped over on the old cushions like they’d been calling her name all night.

She was asleep before you could offer her anything else. And then it was just the sound of air through her nostrils and the creak of floorboards under your feet.

You find yourself in bed, back to the mattress, eyes on the popcorn ceiling. They open. They close. You hold them that way, but nothing happens. Your breathing slows. You fingers stop twitching. No sleep comes.

You turn to the side. You put on a thicker pair of pyjamas shorts. You wrap yourself in a blanket, then sweat profusely till you strip those shorts off and the blanket is kicked to the foot of your bed. You almost take your top off too before you remember Paige is sleeping just upstairs on your couch.

Cicadas sound from outside. Moonlight is your only guide to the shape of your room. You don’t know how long you’ve been trying to go to bed, but it feels like it’s been well over a night already.

There’s a creak from upstairs.

You still.

It’s small, like the shift of someone’s weight. It pauses, then you hear it again. A creak, and a soft groan.

You hurriedly shimmy your pyjamas shorts on, flinging a blanket over your body and turning your back to face the staircases direction. You keep your eyes open, but allow your breaths to fall rhythmically.

You can hear legs shift off of the couch upstairs, feet on hardwood, and then you hear her stand. She steps slowly, like she’s struggling to make her way around.

She pauses by the staircase like she’s thinking. And then she takes a weary step down.

You try to fake sleep as best as possible, but it’s hard knowing she’s walking down the stairs that lead into your basement-bedroom. You can hear the moment she steps foot onto your floor again, and the pause. The weight of her stare, brief but there, on your form in bed.

She turns to the bathroom just nearby. The door whines as it opens, and then shuts with a soft click.

You turn back towards her direction, spying the faint glow of bathroom light through the cracks of the door. Running water from the showerhead fills the house's silence.

You try your best to fall asleep again. It's odd, having another living person in your space again. Back home, the bunks full of girls were suffocating, but you've grown used to sleeping in a quiet home since coming to Jackson. The sound of the shower running throws that off.

Most of all, you don't want to be awake when she comes out. So you screw your eyes shut, turn your back on the door, and try to clear your mind.

And then you remember the only clothes she has are the ones she's been stewing in for the past four days out in the wild. She'll have to get back into those scraps after her shower and attempt to fall asleep again.

With a sigh, you begrudgingly get up from your bed and step over to your closet.

What would Paige want to wear? It's not like you have an abundance of options, and you honestly don't think she could care less. You shake your head, trying not to think so hard about it, and settle for some thin sweat-shorts that are too long on you, and a stained black t-shirt.

After a pause, you wedge some loose men's boxers between the folded clothes. Just in case.

You hold the clothes against you for a moment, listening to the sound of running water behind you. It feels--weird, to say the least. To be here, picking out her clothes as she showers in your bathroom after a night out. Like if things were normal, this is what you'd be doing more often.

The water stops, and the shower curtains pull open behind the bathroom door.

You take a step, quiet aside from the creak beneath your bare feet, and pause in front of the peeling wood. Gingerly, you knock,

"Paige?"

"Oh, shit." She says, voice echoing through the door. "I thought I'd be able to keep you from waking up. My bad."

"It's fine." You tut, choosing not to share the fact that you've been awake all night. "I thought, uhm. That you'd want something to change into. Other than whatever grimy thing you came here in."

She opens the door before you can step back from it, and she opens it wide with no shame. The bathroom is moist. Her hair is darker, wet and slicked back slightly against her shiny skin. She's got an old towel wrapped tight around her, and a slightly embarrassed, tight lipped smile on her face.

"Oh." You flinch, not expecting her to be so close. You hold out the folded clothes. "Uh, here."

Paige looks at you for a moment, up and down, at your worn, wrinkled pyjamas, and the neat stack of clothes. She shifts to hold the towel around her with one hand, and then takes the clothes with the other.

"Thanks." She nods.

"No problem." You say back awkwardly.

She just smiles a little wider, cheeks red as she shakes her head and closes the door.

You try your best not to cringe at yourself, sitting against the edge of your bed feeling completely out of place.

There's some shuffling behind the bathroom door, before the light turns off and the door opens again. Out she comes, black tee fitting a little too perfect, sweat-shorts slightly water stained. She holds her old clothes in a scrunched ball against her chest.

Her hair is a little tousled, towel dried hastily, and slightly wavy against her shoulders. The sleeves of the shirt are a tad bit tight against the curve of her biceps. She looks better. more awake. Less like she smells of blood, more like she smells of the mystery-scented soap you use to bathe.

"So." She raises her brow, noting your long stare. "I'm hungover, but I'm fine. I can...head out."

That snaps you out of it. "Paige." You snort. "Just keep the clothes on the floor somewhere and go to bed."

"That's the thing." She sighs. "I'm awake now. Don't wanna be a bother."

You just get up from your seat on the bed, making your way towards the stairs before turning your head slightly to glance at her. "Just put the clothes down, Paige."

She sets them down gingerly by her feet and follows you wordlessly.

The stairs croak under your feet and hers. You try not to think of her view of you as you scale the steps in front of her, relaxing a little when you reach the living room.

"Do you want something to eat?" You ask, walking towards the kitchen.

"Nah." She mumbles. "Water would be great though."

You nod, quietly filling a chipped glass with tap water and handing it to her, noting the way she eyes your every move. Her fingertips graze yours as she takes the glass from you. You try not to stare as she downs it in one go.

The house is quiet again. She shifts on her feet.

You can't take it suddenly, the quiet, the lack of buzz in your system. Wordlessly, you brush past her and speed downstairs, rummaging through your bedside table drawers and running back up.

"What was that?"

"C'mon." You huff, heading to the front door.

You open it, she steps out warily. The air is thick and humid, but on occaision theres a chilly wind that clears out all the heat. You join her, sitting on the front steps of your porch. She sits down next to you, and you hold out a lighter.

Paige watches as you place a blunt between your lips and lean forward. She stalls--just for a moment--and then flicks the flame on. An orange glow illuminates her face and yours as you wait for the fire to catch, before pulling away and exhaling smoothly.

"Is this what you do when you can't sleep?" She asks.

"No. I usually thug it out. I've been saving this one." You shrug, taking another hit before passing it to her, fingers brushing again.

"For me?" She grins, white teeth bared.

You just look at her. No response.

"Makes sense." She shrugs, lips wrapping around the paper with practiced ease. Her jaw flexes as she inhales and purses her lips on the exhale. Smoke flows from her mouth into the blue night. "I feel like you talk to me easier when you're high."

"It's never easy." You scoff.

"Why?"

"I wish I knew." You mumble honestly. She just looks at you. Not with any distane, no hurt. Just thoughtfulness, the type she decides is better kept to herself.

She passes the blunt back to you. You can feel the mental haze forming already.

"Does it do anything?" You puff. "Running away when it gets hard?"

"I'm not running away." She frowns.

"I'm not judging you." You shoot back. "I'm curious, too."

She thinks for a moment. "It's temporary." Paige nods. "The adrenaline. And the feeling of nobody depending on me. I just need it sometimes. Or else it it's all too much."

You just hum in agreement.

"How's it been?" She asks. "Have you decided to settle n' play with horses all day?"

You pass the joint back to her. "I'll go on patrol." You say.

Paige just blows smoke and smiles. It's lazy, but true. White teeth bared, pink lips pulled up. It makes you shiver.

"Cold?" She grins.

"A little."

"I'm sweating." She hums. "Might be the boxers. They're warm."

You chuckle. "Figured you wouldn't wanna go freebie in those shorts."

"Nah, I like em." She nods, hooking her finger around the waitband of her boxers to show you. The faded band of fabric is peeking over the hem of her sweat-shorts. You let yourself stare.

"You ever worn these?" Paige asks.

"No." You say. "Makes my thighs chafe."

"Shame." Paige hums, but you don't miss how her eyes dart to your bare legs, at the skin that shows as your pj shorts sit high on them.

You watch as she catches herself checking you out, blinking before biting her lip and looking away. She hands the blunt back without a glance.

You feel light as air when you ask, "How come you knew I wasn't happy?"

"Did I?" She plays dumb.

"Didn't you?" Your eyes narrow at her. She holds that gaze with no problem. "Somehow, you knew I wanted more."

"Well, you made it pretty damn clear." Paige scoffs. "You seemed fuckin' miserable. And nobody actually enjoys being on horse duty all day. Brushing and braiding horses isn't a daily job. You were doing jackshit."

"Hey!" You cough, handing the blunt back as you catch your breath. "I did saddles too. Gave everything a top-up."

"Yeah, well." Paige smiles, raising her brows. "Compared to what you used to do, I figured you'd be pretty unfufilled spending the rest of your life in the barn."

"So that's it?" You snort. "You knew because the barn is boring?"

Paige just pauses, looking out to the sky as she brings a hand to her face, rubbing her mouth nervously.

"Oh, there's something else." You scoff. "Seriously, what?"

"Nothing."

"Paige." You say seriously. She half glances at you, bottom lip between her teeth.

"Paige." You drawl again.

She puts out the butt of the joint on the concrete steps.

"It was the time we all smoked in the movie theatre. The first time you hung out with everyone."

"Okay." You nod.

"We were talking about something--something stupid. Like hooking up in risky places or whatever." She continues on. Her ears are turning pink. "Your answer. Just, like. Y'know, kinda made it obvious what kind of life you're used to living."

You swallow, taking in how flustered she is. You feel light as a feather, and ready to poke at that newfound embarrassment she's showing. You decide to play dumb.

"I barely even remember that." You hum solemnly. "What'd I say again?"

"I dunno." She mumbles.

"Sure you do. It striked you enough to offer me patrol." You egg her on.

"Something about an artillery room." Paige breaks, cheeks pink. "On a table with guns. Or something."

"Oh," You sigh, resting your head in your palms. "That. I remember that."

"Anyway." She swallows tersely. "You obviously like adrenaline. I'm the same way."

"Uhuh." You roll your eyes. "Good to know."

She pales. "Didn't mean it like that."

“It’s still true though, isn’t it.” You snort, surprising yourself with the boldness. She seems surprised too, or maybe just flustered overall. She runs a her hand through her damp hair, bicep flexing at the curve of her arm.

“I guess.” She mumbles.

“You guess?”

“S’been a while.” She shrugs, like she’s embarrassed to admit it.

“Hm.” You nod. “I’m surprised.”

She turns to you now, brows furrowed slightly. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing!” You raise your hands. “Just—y’know. I figured you were…getting around.”

“What made you think that?” She presses, and now it’s your turn to be embarrassed.

“You just give that vibe.” You state. The real reason is because she’s attractive, but you won’t say that.

“Bro.” She scoffs, shaking her head. “Far from it.”

A beat passes. Wind blows a little.

“I’ve only been with one person.” She mutters under her breath.

You still.

“Azzi?” You ask. “The one on some expedition?”

She nods. “We were a thing for a while. Not anymore—I told you that already—but I learnt everything through that relationship. And we were young, so we weren’t really going that crazy.”

“Not fucking on artillery room tables, is what you mean.”

She chokes back a laugh. “Yeah—yeah, that.”

“S’ fair.” You nod, ignoring the pinch in your stomach at the turn of conversation. “Well, you never had to sneak around. Not like I did. It was artillery room, or a bunk full of twenty other girls.”

Paige pauses. She looks at you softly, those piercing blue eyes not nearly as harsh as you recall them to be. “My bad. That’s…not what I meant.”

“I know.” You shrug.

The wind stops. Air turns warm again, makes your skin sticky, the roots of your hair frizzy. Stars twinkle from above.

“When’ll we patrol?” You ask her, struggling to talk through the cotton mouth.

“Whenever you want.” She hums.

Her knee bumps yours on the steps. She hovers close by you as you both rise from the porch and head inside. She slinks back to the couch, you downstairs to your bed.

You sweat like a pig in the house, still warm from being outside with her. You tear off your pyjama shorts, slip under the covers, and close your eyes.

And finally, you fall asleep.

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All That You Can Give

10,4k words • 15 chapters • Rain/Everyone • CWs in chapters where needed, tags that apply to all chapters: Anal Play, Butt Plugs, Cock Cages, Gaping, Object Insertion, Size Queen Rain

Rain is a HUGE (hehehe) size queen. The pack—and others—try his limits for two entire weeks. A.k.a. 10k words of Rain getting weird and big things fucked into his ass.

Notes: Big thank you to @jimothybarnes and @jesusbutbetterrr for helping me toss ideas and all that.

Two disclaimers: 1. Probably none of this is safe and shouldn't be done in real life. Keep in mind that to me this is just a bunch of demons having fun without a care in the world. 2. Some parts may seen like dubious consent or a lack of one when it comes to Rain not exactly knowing what is being done to him, but remember that this is a big pre-planned and pre-discussed scene with all the boundaries properly set and being respected.

Read below or on AO3.

Friday – Aether (Large dildo, anal fisting)

Aether can’t believe his ears at first; though he supposes he shouldn’t be surprised. After all, a ghoul having sex and/or masturbating in the middle of the day—and being obnoxiously loud about it—is not a rare find in the Den by any means. 

He really isn’t thinking when he grabs the handle of Rain’s door and pushes on it; he genuinely wasn’t expecting it to be unlocked, but maybe he should have known better. Rain rarely does anything of sort by accident.

That is why Aether is currently standing with his mouth slightly agape, staring at the water ghoul violently riding a massive dildo.

He’s naked on the floor, with a puddle of slick and lube around him, bouncing up and down all sweaty and blissed out. Rain doesn’t even notice the intrusion at first, too busy splitting himself open—it’s when he catches a glimpse of Aether in the mirror in front of him that the water ghoul squeezes his eyes shut, slams himself all the way down on his toy one more time and all but screams as he cums.

Aether is still frozen (or rather enamored) as he waits for Rain to come down from his high, though his cock is anything but; already rock hard.

“Enjoyed the show?” the water ghoul breathes out a minute later, clumsily propping himself up on his hands.

“Yeah, uh–I’m sorry, I–the door was, uh…” Aether starts babbling out an apology, but it fades into yet another wave of complete shock to wash over him when Rain stands up. His dildo stays suctioned to the floor as he slips off of it, finally revealing the true size of it. “Oh, my god.”

“Got myself a new toy,” Rain explains innocently, with a cute little smile on his face, “you like it?”

“Rain, that–that is the size of my whole fucking arm,” Aether mumbles, chuckling a little at the end as if in complete disbelief. He knew Rain was a size queen, of course he did, but THAT?

Meanwhile the water ghoul only looks between the arm in question and the toy, as if comparing.

“Yeah, close enough,” he giggles. Then, as if intending to doom Aether entirely, Rain unceremoniously bends over to pick the toy up; in the process showing off just how stretched open and ruined his asshole is. The quintessence ghoul can’t contain himself any longer.

He slams the door shut behind himself—flipping the lock—and pounces on the other. He grabs Rain by the hips and throws him onto the bed before leaning heavily against his back.

“Tell me I can,” Aether all but begs, panting into Rain’s ear, “tell me I can do whatever I want to you.”

“Yes,” the water ghoul moans, unaware of just what he’s agreeing to, but still being in all for it. The other hums in satisfaction, with a needy tone to it, and with no more preamble gathers his fingers together and shoves his hand right into Rain’s hole.

“Oh, fuck,” Rain gasps, getting all air punched out of him. He drops his head down onto the bed, pushes his hips out higher and revels in the feeling of getting his guts rearranged. Aether can’t tear his eyes away from where his wrist is disappearing in the water ghoul’s asshole; the way he can barely clench around him. 

He doesn’t intend on making Rain cum; he only wants to play with him, see what he can take and for how long—find out what fun he can have with him. 

“You alright?” he has half a mind to ask.

“Uh-huh,” Rain groans into the bed, “‘S good. Keep goin’.”

Aether pauses at that; keep going, Rain says. He didn’t intend to take it further than his hand, at least not now, but with this sweet encouragement…

The quintessence ghoul smirks curls his finger into a fist inside the other, earning himself a pleasured whine. Aether pulls back a little, until the bones of his wrist catch on Rain’s rim, then pushes back in. He pushes, and pushes, and pushes, listening as Rain’s moans get louder the more he’s being stretched, and the deeper he gets. It’s obscene.

His eyes widen as the water ghoul’s rim reaches the bottom of his elbow; he truly can’t believe Rain is letting him do that, and even more that he’s actually taking it. So well, too.

“Oh, I really can’t wait to see what else I can fit into you,” he whispers; both a threat, and a promise.

Rain has always had a thing for being objectified and used while getting stuffed full. His fantasies often revolve around not getting a say in what gets inserted into him; only being able to call red and tap out if he needs to (though he doubts he’d ever get even close to that). Despite all that, he could never really bring himself to ask for it—sure, he’d beg to get knotted all the time and to have the biggest toys, or multiple, used on him, but he never really explained his true desires to anyone.

Up until now; until Aether, who is not going to keep it a secret.

Monday – Omega (Hand job, objectification)

Rain has woken up to a message on his phone that left no room for interpretation: he was told to lube up his ass and meet Omega in his office.

The water ghoul wasted no time; he followed the instructions and made his way over to the infirmary—on only slightly shaky legs and with only slightly tented pants. When he reached Omega’s office he knocked on the door politely.

“Come in,” came the quintessence ghoul’s gravelly voice, so come in Rain did.

“Hi,” he muttered his awkward greeting.

“I talked with Aether yesterday,” Omega started, not looking up from the piece of paper he was writing on. His voice sent a shiver down Rain’s spine; or rather the implication that the quintessence ghoul was making.

“Oh…”

“He told me some really fun stuff, you know,” he finally looked up, “and brought me something, once I’ve shown interest.

“What did–oh.”

Rain’s face started to truly burn as Omega showed him his own cock cage and a butt plug—custom made just for him to be able to lock together and to his tail. When did Aether even steal them from his room?

“Did you do what I told you to?” Omega asked.

Rain nodded and that is how he has found himself in his current position; face down with probably a dozen pens sticking out of his ass.

A pen holder, Omega said. And here he is.

For the past…Lucifer knows how long, Rain has been kneeling on the floor just by Omega’s desk with his hips pushed all the way up. The quintessence ghoul started with one pen, then kept adding more every few minutes until Rain felt nothing but the stretch of his rim; his cock hanging heavily between his legs and leaking a steady stream of precum onto the floor.

At one point the water ghoul hears a pen being put down on Omega’s desk and expects it to be changed for one of those currently in him again, but that doesn’t happen. Instead, the quintessence ghoul sits back in his chair and leans down to take a look at the puddle of precum that’s formed between Rain’s legs. 

He hums in acknowledgement and starts pulling the pens out of the water ghoul’s ass one by one. He’s not empty for long, because the cold metal plug takes the space a moment later, startling him a little. Rain groans, feeling and hearing Omega fiddle with the top lock attached to the plug; the one meant for his tail. The second one is to be connected with the cage and the water ghoul silently prays that he doesn’t get it put on before he gets to have his last orgasm of the near future.

When he’s done locking the plug, Omega prompts Rain to stand up. He pats his thigh, “C’mere.”

Rain obliges, sitting down on the quintessence ghoul’s leg, with his own in the middle. Omega tuts and grabs one of Rain’s own thighs to pull it over his knee, so that he’s straddling him, instead of sitting sideways. It makes the plug push deeper inside him and rub on his prostate. Omega chuckles when he notices the wince on Rain’s face and another spurt of precum from his cock.

“Alright, I got you,” he mutters before wrapping his massive hand around Rain’s length. He moans at the touch, unable to keep himself from bucking up into it.

“Thank you,” he gasps, grinding back onto the plug and up into Omega’s fist. It takes no more than three strokes for the water ghoul to cum with a choked off shout; spilling over Omega’s knuckles.

He lets go of his dick almost immediately to wipe his hands and grab the chastity cage that has been waiting on his desk. Still lost in his high, Rain doesn’t even realize it’s about to be put on him.

Omega pulls his cock and balls through the base ring of the chastity cage. The water ghoul hisses at the coldness of it on his sensitive flesh when the other fastens it all together with a loud click. Then he pushes Rain to stand up, reaches between his legs for the second lock of the specially designed plug and clasps to the bottom of the cage, and he is fully trapped.

“For the next two weeks you are nothing more than a toy to be passed around, got it?” Omega rumbles as he leans down to pull the other's pants up. “Neither is the cage coming off, nor is the plug coming out during that time, only exception being playtime. Understood, Rain?”

The water ghoul nods, shaking a little where he stands.

“Good. Now off you go, I need to get back to work.”

So go Rain does, as there’s nothing else that can be done—Omega didn’t give him the keys to his contraption, and even if he did, Rain wouldn’t dare break the rules. He assumes the keys are going to be passed around just as he is.

Oh, he can not wait for this delicious torture.

Tuesday – Zephyr (Hole inspection, recording, humiliation)

Out of all the ghouls that Rain has expected to be handed the keys to his chastity next, it wasn’t Zephyr; though he knows he’s not going to complain when the air ghoul dangles them before his face, smirking.

“I heard there’s fun to be had with you,” they purr as they knock their cane against Rain’s calves, inviting him into their bedroom. The water ghoul doesn’t say anything—he doesn’t know what he could say, he’s just extremely horny and aching behind the bars of his cock cage.

Zephyr shuts the door behind them and guides Rain to sit on their bed. He doesn’t know what to do with himself, so he just sits there, with his hands folded in his lap. The air ghoul sits down next to him and pats the top of their thighs. “Lay down. C’mon, show me that pretty bubble butt.”

Rain whimpers through his teeth at their words as he obliges, lowering his pants and laying across Zephyr’s lap. His caged cock falls between their legs and the water ghoul wishes he were free to fuck Zephyr’s thighs and cum right there. 

Instead, he buries his face in their bedding as they carefully unlock the plug and ease it out of him. It’s been over thirteen hours since Omega has put it in; it feels strange to suddenly be empty.

“Pretty,” Zephyr mutters, hooking their fingers into Rain’s stretched rim and playing with it, inspecting him. He feels exposed to the core. “Now get on the floor and present for me.”

The water ghoul slides down from their lap and pathetically curls up on the ground before leaning forward and sticking his ass up. There’s nothing below him to support him, not even a carpet under his knees—he will be aching later.

“Good,” Zephyr praises simply and…nothing happens. But only for a short moment—Rain can hear the other doing something: a squeak of something rubbing against lacquered wood and then a pop.

The water ghoul knows it was Zephyr taking off the rubber ferrule of their cane when they put the rest of it in his asshole. Rain grunts as the tip bumps against his prostate, sending a shiver down his spine.

Zephyr doesn’t speak as they push their cane deeper and deeper, as if seeing just how much of it Rain can take. It’s driving him crazy—the feeling of getting prodded from the inside like this—but it’s not that which will ruin him.

No, it’s when the air ghoul starts to speak that Rain realizes just how fucked he is.

“You would love for people to just come up to you, bend you over and stick the first thing that comes to mind inside you, you dirty slut, wouldn’t you?” Zephyr rumbles.

Rain doesn’t reply.

Rain gets his guts punched by the cane in punishment.

“I asked you a question. Would you beg for it?”

“Yes…” he cries out; his face burning.

“What would you beg for?” the air ghoul asks and this time the other knows not to leave them without an answer.

“F–for everyone to…use me.”

Zephyr scoffs, “that’s vague.”

“I want–want everyone to use me,” his body is starting to shake, “and–put things into me like I’m–I’m…”

“Like you’re what?”

Rain all but sobs, “A junk drawer! Or a–a trash can.”

Zephyr laughs at how pathetic the ghoul at his feet is and it’s cruel and makes Rain feel like he’s truly burning into ash from embarrassment. There, he said it—he wants to be treated like an object that gets other objects put inside him for no purpose other than making him feel dirty and violated and stretched and ruined.

The water ghoul drops his head against the floor and gasps when Zephyr pulls their cane out of him, only to shove it back even further in.

“What do we say?”

“Thank you.”

Little does Rain know that the air ghoul is, in fact, recording the whole thing—very much including, if not highlighting, all the words they’ve just exchanged.

Later, the video is going to stealthily be sent to a sizable group chat (where currently, for the purposes of this prolonged scene, Rain is blocked).

An invitation.

Wednesday – Sunshine, Aurora (Spanking)

“Well? What is it?” Aurora coos, thrusting the…something deeper inside Rain. He’s supposed to guess, but fuck, it could be anything.

“A pen?”

Sunshine makes a noise supposed to mimic one an incorrect buzzer would make. “Wrong.”

The other ghoulette twists the object, making sure to rub it around Rain’s rim, and the feeling gives him an idea. “B–brush! Makeup brush!”

“Yes! Bravo,” Aurora giggles, while Sunshine claps. The brush gets pulled out of the water ghoul’s ass, but is quickly replaced with something else. “What is it now?”

Rain groans, trying to get the feel of it, but it’s very thin; thinner than the makeup brush. He knows what the girls want him to do and when Sunshine slaps him lightly on the back of his thigh to hurry him up.

With his face burning in shame—and much pleasure—Rain clenches, eliciting quiet moans at the sight from Sunshine and Aurora. Whatever’s inside him is thin and smooth, but widens a bit irregularly at the base. There’s something more to it brushing against his cheek, but only on one side, so…

“A heel? Like of a shoe?” he breathes out, pretty confident about his guess.

“It is!” Sunshine confirms; Rain sighs in relief. The heel gets pulled out and replaced with something new again.

“What’s that, Rainy?” Aurora asks. It’s thicker and not perfectly round, with quite a bit of texture on one side; and the water ghoul is pretty sure it’s covered. That would mean it’s something daily-use, because the condom definitely isn’t there for Rain’s sake.

He thinks and thinks and nothing comes to him and–

“Come on, that one’s easy,” Sunshine slaps him again; harder, this time, and right on his ass.

Rain moans as Aurora pushes it deeper in, giving him a feel of the length of the object—and pointedly rubbing it against his prostate in the process. The textured side is very specific and it finally clicks. “It’s a TV remote…I think?”

“Damn, he’s good,” the smaller ghoulette giggles.

“Yeah, he’s got that experience,” Sunshine agrees, taking over behind Rain and switching out the object inside him again. “Good luck with that one.”

Something gets pushed inside him and it’s not very wide, but it’s completely flat and a little pliable. He has no clue.

Whichever ghoulette is holding it, is pushing it deeper and deeper in without stopping or pulling it back at all—it must be really long. Rain can feel it folding inside and filling him.

It’s only the distinct sound of a creaking leather and a rattle of metal that sparks the idea.

“A belt,” he mumbles, “it gotta be a belt, right?”

“I’m honestly impressed,” Aurora says and the belt gets pulled out—it’s strange to feel it unravel and slip out like that. Rain shivers at it, and then all but jumps out of his skin when the next thing gets pressed against his hole.

“Fuck, that’s cold!” he whines, involuntarily clenching on the object. 

“Whoops,” Aurora giggles.

The water ghoul’s brain turns off for a second at the feeling, but soon enough he remembers what he’s supposed to do. He tries to focus and think about what could be so cold…glass, but it’s definitely not glass. Not plastic, either. It feels most like metal, so that’s his guess.

But a metal what?

What metal of such thickness could the girls get? It’s not in a condom so it must be something cleanable. It’s pretty smooth and straight, too, only at the end it’s…

“Is it a fucking crowbar?” The water ghoul doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Yeah!” 

Rain groans in disbelief,  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Nope,” Sunshine tuts, then pats him—gently this time—on the ass, “but you’ve scored five out of five points!”

“Congratulations to me…”

Thursday – Mountain (Suspension, gags)

Mountain is quite busy with all the plants around the Abbey this time of year—he barely has time for sleep, let alone entertaining horny sluts all day. Rain should’ve known and avoided the earth ghoul for that exact reason, because there’s nothing more dangerous than Mountain with too much power, and too little time.

Alas, he got snatched by the other at the earliest convenience; which surprised, scared, and excited him all at once.

“Thought you wouldn’t…take part in this,” Rain admits as the earth ghoul leads him into his main greenhouse with a gentle—at least for now—hand on the small of his back. “Thought you’re too busy.”

“I am busy,” Mountain rumbles, “but some opportunities just can’t be passed up on, can they?”

The water ghoul doesn’t answer as the glass door shuts behind them. Mountain walks on, leaving Rain by the entrance mildly confused.

“What are–” he’s about to ask, but something starts slithering up his leg, then, startling him. It’s a vine controlled by the earth ghoul; a couple more surround him. “Uh-oh.”

“I have actually found a perfect use for you,” Mountain laughs, watching his vines coil around the other’s limbs. Rain opens his mouth to say something again, but one of the plants suddenly stuffs his mouth like a gag—the water ghoul can do absolutely nothing as the vines wrap all around him and, once he is safely secured, lift him up and suspended him in the air in a curled face-up position. “You can keep me company and hold things for me while I work.”

Hold…things?

Content with Rain’s position, Mountain hums and makes the vines freeze, getting the water ghoul all but stuck up there in this embarrassing arrangement as he turns to fiddle with some tools and pots. For a few minutes Rain thinks this is just going to be it—that his torture was going to be not getting anything inside him (except for the plug already there, of course, but he’s gotten so used to it that it doesn’t count in his mind).

He is wrong.

Having apparently made up his mind about the water ghoul’s fate, Mountain goes up to him and unceremoniously pulls his pants down over the curve of his ass, just enough to gain access to his hole. 

“Oh, they really got you all locked up,” he laughs, making Rain go flush. He fishes out the keys to the plug from his pocket and eases it out of him once it’s unlocked, leaving the water ghoul completely empty for another few moments.

Some painfully long minutes pass as Rain waits for Mountain to finish contemplating something over his work bench. He turns back to him, once that’s done; the water ghoul can’t see anything due to his position, but soon enough he feels something dry and rough-surfaced being pushed into him.

He thinks it’s safe to assume it to be a wooden handle of some kind of a gardening tool. He’d moan if not for the vine shoved down his throat; instead he only gurgles on it pathetically.

Right, Mountain doesn’t have time to actually play with him, but using him to hold his tools close as he works is certainly convenient—and definitely entertaining as well.

So there Rain hangs, with gardening shears in his asshole.

Friday – Cowbell (St. Andrews Cross)

Cowbell is a strange fucking ghoul.

Whenever he gets someone down into his dungeon for sex they know they’re in for some weird shit. That’s not a flaw by any means—no, that is exactly what people go to him for and he truly enjoys his reputation as a freak; both sex wise and other.

Rain knew Cowbell would get in line to play with him as soon as he heard about the scene happening—and here they are, indeed.

“So I’m fifth, huh?” Cowbell asks, though it’s more of a rhetorical question. Still, Rain nods from where he’s tied to a St. Andrew’s cross upside down. All the blood pooled in his head makes him dizzy with the movement. “Yeah, so I was thinking what I could do to you that you never had before and that you’ll never get again.”

“Uhhuh,” Rain mumbles dumbly in acknowledgement.

“And I was thinking of some crazy stuff, right?” Cowbell sighs, “But then I realized I could put something into you that’s not really crazy, but just…I don’t know, but I finally got an idea and I’m pretty sure it’s fucking original.”

“Does it beat a crowbar?” Rain asks slowly, as if drugged; he feels like it. “Or shears?”

Cowbell laughs loudly, “Damn, they got you good! That’s some nice ones, really, I don’t know if I’m beating it.”

The ghoul gets up from the wooden chair he’s been sitting on and circles it, caressing the back of it. “But I’ll have my fun with ya regardless.”

Rain shudders as Cowbell grabs something and approaches. Surprisingly, he crouches in front of his first and smears something on the water ghoul’s naked chest; he’s too out of it to care and he’s enjoying it.

Only then does the other turn around to grab something else—two somethings—and get to the main event of their evening. “Alright, let’s see if you’re as good at this as the rumour has it.

With that, Cowbell slides the first item into Rain’s open asshole. It’s long and thick and settles in nicely, filling the water ghoul in that perfect way. He clenches on it and moans quietly.

“Oh, I think you’re even better,” the other hums. He pushes on the first item a little bit with something else, then, until the second object’s base pops into Rain’s ass. He’s full beyond measure and the fact that whatever he got put into and onto him is heavy makes it all infinitely better.

“Damn, aren’t you a sight like this?” Cowbell sighs when he steps back to admire Rain—or his artwork, rather. He dims the lights and grabs a camera.

But indeed Rain is; upside down on a cross with his cock caged, an inverted pentacle drawn in dark red on his chest, and a baphomet statue mounted on a candle sticking out of his ass to be perfectly displayed between his legs.

“Yeah, that will make a real nice poster to jerk off to. Will get us a fortune, too.”

Saturday – Copia (Semi-public)

Being one of the more responsible and level headed ghouls, Rain is often chosen by Papa to accompany him when he leaves the Abbey. The reasons range from important Clergy events to a quick grocery store run for Copia’s favorite snacks; that’s why the water ghoul isn’t surprised to receive another invitation.

What does surprise him, though, when he gets into the passenger seat, is the condom pulled over the gear shift knob of Copia’s personal car.

“You didn’t think I’d pass up the opportunity, did you?” The man winks at him and Rain curses all the confidence he’s gained over the last couple of years. Not really, of course—it only means more opportunities.

It should be Rain’s personal motto at this point, shouldn’t it?

“I actually do need to run some errands first, so buckle up,” Copia chuckles and starts the car. The water ghoul obliges, swallowing thickly as the man turns on some cheerful music, too, and drives away from the Abbey without a care for the condom under his hand as he switches the gears.

Rain actually forgets about it as well when they reach Copia’s destination — a grocery store — and get in to grab whatever the man needs. It takes a little while and the water ghoul has always had a thing for shopping like that, so he’s enjoying himself.

Once they’re done, they pack the groceries in the trunk and–

“Loosen the belt for me, will you?” that reminds Rain of the other part of this trip.

He unbuckles his belt obediently and remains still as Copia reaches down his pants right there in the parking lot to fiddle with his plug. He unlocks it and pulls it out between Rain’s cheeks just to quickly shove it in his pocket.

“There we go, we can drive back home now,” he mutters with a gentle, yet menacing smile and gestures for Rain to get back into the car. As soon as both doors shut, Copia throws another order at him, “Pants off.”

The water ghoul wiggles out of them as quickly as possible in the tight space of the passenger seat. Once they’re off he throws them into the back and looks at Copia for the next instruction. 

“Well? Hop on,” the man encourages, patting Rain’s thigh.

The water ghoul is slightly confused, though. “Don’t you need it to drive?”

“No, you silly ghoul,” Copia chuckles, “I can make it automatic.”

Right.

Rain nods and returns an awkward smile before clumsily throwing a leg over onto Copia’s side, though he’s got no idea how the man wants it to work.

“No, facing the dashboard,” he corrects him, “I want to watch your pretty ass bounce on it.”

“Fuck…” Rain lets out under his breath. There is no denying he finds it all incredibly hot. He turns around and leans forward onto the dashboard a little bit to try and sink down onto the gear knob as gracefully as possible. Which is not at all, but it feels good all the same as it pops into him.

Both Copia and the water ghoul groan as he fully sits on the knob and wiggles a little to adjust to its shape and size. 

“Ride it a little for me,” the man all but pleads. Rain obliges, lifting himself up and dropping down gently, then again, and again, making Copia pant with need as he watches.

“Don’t focus on me too much,” Rain, interrupting himself with a moan, “don’t wanna cause an accident.”

“That would be hard to explain to the police, eh?”

Sunday – Chain (Tenatcles)

There are more ghouls living at the Abbey than most are aware of. One of them in particular keeps to himself so much that some ghouls haven’t seen him for years—the exception for him are water ghouls as he spends most of his time in the lake.

It was River that caught Rain this morning and whispered into his ear that Chain wanted to meet him. He blushed deeply when he realized that the entire Abbey must know all about his sexual endeavours by now; if it reached even Chain, that means everyone knows. On the one hand he was painfully embarrassed, but on the other…well, it can only mean more opportunities, no?

With that in mind, Rain goes outside and down to the lake. When he gets close enough for the ghoul in the water to sense him, the surface of the lake starts to ripple and a moment after Chain pokes his head out.

“There you are,” he chirps, flashing his serrated, razor sharp teeth. “Come into the water, little one, let me have you.”

Rain’s stomach flips at that. He undresses, lets go of his glamor and dives in; one of his legs is immediately grabbed by something. The water ghoul looks around, trying to find Chain, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

The only thing that’s there is the meaty tentacle wrapped around his ankle and the other one that’s rising from the bottom of the lake—to do the same, presumably. Right, Chain is probably going to stay hidden and watch the tentacles he controls wreck Rain for him.

His plug and cage are still locked with no prospect of being removed anytime soon, which makes the water ghoul wonder—but not for long as he gets effectively distracted by more tentacles rising to meet him.

There are two around Rain’s legs now, one around his waist, another two around his arms and one more splayed across his neck and chest for good measure. He floats peacefully, awaiting Chain’s next move.

It comes from behind him; he can’t see the tentacle getting closer until its thin tip starts wiggling into him next to the plug already settled there. With his eyes squeezed against the overwhelming stretch, Rain doesn’t notice another few in front of him.

When the tip of the small tentacle in his ass drags over his prostate, the water ghoul’s lips fall open in a moan—Chain takes this opportunity to shove a thick one right into his mouth and down his throat, making Rain choke on it.

Tears gather in his eyes, but it makes no difference in the water.

Chain isn’t done yet—far from it. He makes another small tentacle brush against the tip of Rain’s cock where it’s exposed by the cage. Once it finds the opening, it wiggles into his urethra, making him scream silently.

There are four more tentacles, though. If Rain weren’t so fucked out he’d probably put the two and two together, but alas—he only does once both sets of his gills are stuffed, too.

Chain’s got every fuckable hole of his; Rain can’t say he’s complaining.

Each tentacle keeps moving, undulating, pressing further in and pulling back, and it’s driving Rain to the point of insanity.

He has to visit Chain more often.

Monday – Cirrus (Objectification, Piss)

Rain knew it was time for Cirrus to wreck him when he was invited to watch a movie with her one night. She said there would be drinks and that they would have loads of fun, which was a threat as clear as day.

They meet in the kitchen, prepare their drinks, and go to the commons. When Rain goes to sit next to her on the couch, though, Cirrus tuts, making him turn and look at her in confusion. She points to a puff in front of her, the one he’s assumed was going to be a leg rest for the ghoulette. Apparently not.

“Bend over that,” she orders. “You can have the drink, that’s why I gave you the straw.”

Right.

The water ghoul sets the drink before the puff and bends over it obediently. He’s not opposed in the slightest to watching the movie like that; he’s actually quite excited for it.

Once he’s in position he takes a sip of his drink; it’s really good. Cirrus leans over from the couch, then, and Rain—as he has for the past seven days—gets his pants pulled down and his plug unlocked and taken out.

He nearly jumps when the ghoulette presses something freezing cold against his asshole.

“Shhh,” she coos, pushing it in, “stay still or you’re gonna spill it.”

“It’s–fuck, really cold,” Rain whines.

Cirrus laughs, “I know, you saw me put ice cubes in it. I don’t like my alcohol warm.”

It’s her fucking drink.

“Now be a good cup holder and shut up, I’m starting the movie.”

The water ghoul groans as the words make heat bloom in his belly, contrasting with the cold glass in his hole. For a few moments he can’t focus on anything but that, even though the film is already playing—it’s only when he gets used to the temperature that he decides to try and figure out what they’re watching. He supposes he can get to his drink, too, if it’s there anyway.

Like that, an hour passes.

Rain’s drink is long gone and he realizes that it might’ve been a mistake to down it all when he feels how full his bladder has gotten.

“Cir, I need to pee,” he groans.

“Too bad,” she grumbles in a tone making it clear that she doesn’t want her enjoyment of the film to be risked, “the movie’s not done.”

Whining and wiggling his hips to try and relieve some of the pressure on his bladder, Rain realizes what the puff is covered in: an absorbent, leak-proof blanket meant for messy sex.

It was Cirrus’ plan all along to make him piss himself like this. That means she is not going to let him up and go to the bathroom anytime soon. And that, in turn, means that he can either call—pun unintended—yellow, or do what she wants of him.

Rain is not a quitter, so with a pained groan he lets go, soiling the protective blanket to a point where he doubts the puff under it is safe. Cirrus doesn’t comment on that, keeping her attention on the movie.

The water ghoul supposes that’s what he ought to do, too. It’s not done yet, after all.

Tuesday – Mist

When Mist showed up to join the fun, Rain went pale from the horny fear and all the blood rushing to his poor, caged dick. As always, his old teacher’s expression and intentions remain unguessable as she leads him through the Abbey’s corridors.

Finally, they reach the band wing and the rehearsal room. Yet another time Rain finds himself here for…not exactly musical reasons. He thinks he might just accidentally decondition his brain.

“Wait one second for me, alright?” Mist asks as she locks the door and turns to the storage; Rain can only nod a little dumbly. He reaches down to try to adjust his aching cock but there is just no way for him to be comfortable with that damn cage on. The plug he’s well used to, but the cage? That’s the real challenge of this scene.

A moment later the ghoulette emerges with a bass in hand—the older white Jazz he played in the early days of his time touring. With not many words, as usual, Mist rests the bass against one of the amps along the edge of the faux stage and turns back to stare at Rain like a true predator. He shivers.

“How do you want me?” he asks as she stalks up to and behind him.

“Bent over that amp,” Mist orders. The other shudders in excitement and obliges, shimmying his pants off as he goes and taking his spot next to the bass. 

Rain’s jaw quite literally drops when it hits him that no, the bass most likely isn’t there for decoration…Mist notices his realization and chuckles.

“C’mon, I know you always wanted to fuck it,” she teases with a wink, “I’ve seen the way you could barely resist the urge to grind against it when the adrenaline got high.”

Well, she is not wrong…

“Bet you didn’t think this is how it would happen, though, hm?”

Rain still isn’t sure what this means, but considering the circumstances he’s starting to get really worried for his ass. 

Mist gets closer and he hears the telltale jingle of the keys to his chastity. The ghoulette swiftly unlocks the plug and pulls it out of him—for the sake of his sanity Rain drops his head and closes his eyes then.

Then, he hears the click the steel strings always make against the frets when the bass is grabbed by the neck. Mist steps up behind him and her knees crack as she kneels beside him.

Just as the silence gets interrupted by a buzz of let go strings, Rain suddenly gets filled with the cold, smooth, lacquered horn of his old bass. He groans in pleasure and barely fights the urge to fuck himself back onto it.

“It’s a shame the headstock wouldn’t work,” Mist sighs as if lost deep in her own fantasy. “Maybe next time when it’s time for maintenance I can take off the pegs and try it.”

Rain moans both at the implication of her words—just the concept of it—and the bass stretching him and gliding against his prostate. It has no right feeling this good and he’s already thinking about getting some new glass toys for himself.

Mist, though, is still relentlessly trying to make the other lose his mind, “I wonder which fret we’d have to stop at.”

Wednesday – Cumulus (Semi-public, Rimming)

Rain really did think that Cumulus’ invitation to cook and bake with her on a peaceful evening was genuine and with no hidden intentions.

He couldn’t be more wrong, he realizes, as the ghoulette pushes yet another vegetable into him—a thick zucchini this time. Damn the earth ghoul magic for making them all so big.

“You know, I can never decide which vegetables I need for a dish,” Cumulus complains, “and how much. And then I end up with too much, courtesy of Mountain, and I hate seeing them go to waste. You know?”

“Uh-huh,” Rain agrees, nodding dumbly. He’s bent over the counter with his head nearly all the way in an open cabinet while the ghoulette sits on a barstool behind him and…well, has her fun with him.

It feels like ages as she fucks him; it’s already been ages. Cumulus started with a carrot, went through a banana and a cucumber, and now they’re here, on a fat fucking zucchini.

Finally, though, she pulls the vegetable out of the water ghoul and he breathes a sigh of relief when she speaks.

“Alright, that’s enough for now,” then comes the familiar weight of his plug, “we do have to actually make dinner. And dessert.”

Rain breathes out a sigh of relief, nodding at the ghoulette. She helps him pull his pants up, pats him on the ass and they get to cooking, as if nothing strange at all has just happened. It gives the water ghoul a bit of a whiplash. 

Cook—and then bake—they do, indeed, and it’s so much fun that Rain actually forgets about the scene altogether. It’s only when everything is finished and ready to put away, and the dishes cleaned, that Cumulus reminds him of it.

“C’mon, sweetie, bend over for me again,” she coos, pushing gently at the small of his back, “I want to taste your sweet little ass, can I?”

As if Rain could ever say no to getting his ass eaten by Cumulus, the demon queen of rimming. She can get anyone she wants to spread their legs for her.

So, for a second time today, the water ghoul leans over the counter and gets exposed—offering himself up for Cumulus to do whatever she wants with him. She forgoes the chair this time, simply standing behind him and planting her small hands on Rain’s cheeks to spread him.

“Oof, we did you good, all of us, didn’t we?” He can feel her breath on himself. “So stretched.”

“Please, Lussy…”

“Yes, yes, I know. One second, sweetie.”

With his face hidden in his arms, Rain can’t see what Cumulus is doing, but her hands are on his ass again in no time. Next, as promised, comes her devious tongue and the water ghoul moans loudly as she licks him.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this.”

“I know,” she giggles, but then pulls away entirely, eliciting a sad whine from Rain. She doesn’t comment on it.

Instead, she grabs something from the bowl of dirty cooking utensils next to her.

“Oh, this one could be fun!” she says once she makes her pick. Cumulus wastes no time in pushing it into his asshole; Rain moans. It’s round, but textured vertically all around and feeling hollow. It feels weird, like nothing he’s ever had inside him.

“What is it?”

“Inside you? Oh, it’s just the whisk, sweetie,” the air ghoulette provides, as if having a fucking whisk in his ass is nothing out of the ordinary. He definitely gets whiplash this time and Cumulus makes it even worse with her next words. “It has some whipped cream on it. Your ass is already perfect, but there’s no harm in making it sweeter, is it?”

Rain wants it both to end and last forever.

Thursday – Ivy (Objectification)

Ivy catches Rain in the rehearsal room, where the water ghoul is making a good use of his evening by practicing, enjoying himself. Little does he know that Ivy has the keys to his contraption in his pocket and very much intends to use them.

“Wanna help me with something?” the earth ghoul asks, leaning against the door.

“Sure, whaddya need?” Rain says sweetly as he puts his bass away before getting up.

“Oh, you know, I just wanted to play a little,” Ivy hums, climbing the stairs to the drumset, “but the stick bag isn’t here.”

That’s when it hits Rain; the fact that this isn’t innocent in the slightest. He should’ve known.

“Where do you want me?” he asks and follows the other up to the platform. Ivy smirks and points to the left of the chair.

“I’ll be right back,” the earth ghoul says and disappears, presumably to fetch some sticks. Rain clenches his jaw and gets on his hands and knees while the other is gone, not having any fight in him after those ten days. Eleven, technically.

It’s not that he’s not enjoying all of this anymore—of course, not, he is very much still enjoying it and he doesn’t want to stop it, but the exhaustion of the desperation is setting in. Besides, he’s going to end up being treated like an object anyway, so why pretend not to like it by struggling?

By the time Ivy returns, Rain is in position: ass up, presenting with his head resting gently on his hand. A pose well practiced.

The earth ghoul makes a pleased noise low in his throat at the sight and an even happier one when he sits on the chair behind the drums and pulls Rain’s pants down over the curve of his ass. 

“Nice,” Ivy mutters and gets to unlocking the plug and all that. The water ghoul comfortably zones out as he waits for the drumsticks to fill him. “Ready?”

“Mhm,” he hums; barely audible, and moans when Ivy thrusts the first stick into him. Rain closes his eyes and counts in his mind as the other adds more drumsticks one by one…though the water ghoul ends up losing count.

He gets startled a little when Ivy actually starts playing—after all that was a genuine intention of his—but the loud noise and vibrations actually lull Rain back into his zone after a while.

The next thing he knows is a sound standing out among the music; one of wood splitting. 

“Ah, damnit,” Ivy mumbles under his breath and Rain hears the clatter of the broken drumstick somewhere behind him. Then there’s a hand on his ass and the earth ghoul speaks to him, “You good down here?”

“Uh-huh,” he nods against the floor.

“Good. I broke a stick

“That’s not good,” Rain slurs.

“No, it’s not,” Ivy sighs, dragging a callused hand up the other’s ass down to the back of his thigh, and back up again, “but that’s what you’re here for, yeah?”

The earth ghoul pulls out one of the sticks crowded in Rain’s asshole.

“That’s what I’m here for.”

Friday – Aeon, Dewdrop

While Dewdrop is a good actor who can keep a straight face through everything, Aeon is like an open book. That talks to you, as well.

If it were Dewdrop alone that invited Rain to a game night, he would’ve believed it was going to be just a game night. But Aeon was there, too, and his behavior made the plan clear as day.

Game number one: spin the bottle. The first few spins and truth and dares were fun—designed for Rain to let his guard down. Only then did Dewdrop reveal some never heard before rules that forced the water ghoul to take a dare.

Oh, and what a dare it is.

Rain whines a little when the fire ghoul explains it to him, making the other scoff, “You’re dumber than I thought if you assumed this would be a fair game.”

“I didn’t…” the water ghoul says, “but I was hoping to see some of you two, too.”

“Hm, we’ll see about that. Now bend over the couch,” Dewdrop orders and Aeon helps Rain up—not at all intentionally putting his hand on his ass just where the plug sits inside him as he pushes him up. The water ghoul groans as the metal digs further into his insides. 

He hides his face in the pillows when Aeon gets to taking off his pants and unlocking the plug. It’s a routine by now; Rain’s almost comforted by the familiarity.

“Jeez, you’re fucking ruined,” the quintessence ghoul laughs when he pulls his plug out, making Rain groan and go flush—as always.

“Did you forget how much of a whore he is?” Dewdrop teases from his spot on the floor, shuffling some cards. “Put it in and come back here, we’ve got more games to play.”

Aeon doesn’t waste much more time after that and without a care in the world presses the beer bottle they have just been spinning against the stretched out rim of Rain’s asshole.

The water ghoul digs his claws into the couch and drops his head against its cushions when the other starts thrusting the cold and wide bottle into him inch by inch, and it doesn’t seem like he’s going to stop until–

“Aaand it’s in!” Aeon cheers when the entire bottle disappears inside Rain. He can barely think with the way it feels in him—pressing against all the good spots—but Dewdrop calls for them again, so he’s got no choice but to pull his pants up and waddle over, trying not to explode. He clumsily kneels on the cushion he’s been sitting on earlier.

“What are we playing now?” he asks; his voice shaky.

“Strip poker,” Dewdrop explains, starting to deal the cards, “with a fun twist at the end.”

“Oh, nice!” Aeon cheers, clueless to the way the fire ghoul just looked at him. Rain knows that stare; the twist at the end of the game is definitely for Aeon.

So here they start.

Dewdrop is good at poker; now it seems like he’s losing on purpose, but at the same time making Aeon fuck up, too. The goal is clear—to get them both undressed…but why? And why does Rain seem to be safe for now? It’s suspicious.

Each of them loses a few articles of clothing, but the real fight only starts when the fire ghoul’s pants come off.

That’s when the others notice a strap harness fastened around his hips and realize what the game is really about. Dewdrop winks at Aeon and it seems that he has finally started to connect the dots; a deep blush rises on his face.

The game continues and Rain watches in fascination as Dewdrop absolutely crushes the quintessence ghoul—satisfied with the state of his undress, he makes Aeon lose more of his clothing.

Finally, the game ends with him completely nude. Rain nearly forgets about the beer bottle shoved up his ass when Dewdrop pulls out a dildo from the pocket of his forgone pants and attaches it to the harness.

“Up on the couch, loser,” he smirks at Aeon. The expression on his face tells the water ghoul he was completely unaware that he was going to be a part of the game, too.

It seems Rain is going to enjoy this evening even more—he’s always enjoyed watching Dewdrop ruin people with his strap.

Saturday – Alpha (Shower enema, kind of a yellow safe word call, then back to green)

“I have to clean you first,” Alpha growls as he drags Rain into his bathroom, stripping him as they go. The water ghoul had no time to process what was happening once Alpha had snatched him, muttering something about wanting to fuck his wrecked hole.

In no time at all Rain gets shoved into the fire ghoul’s bathtub entirely naked, save for his chastity. Once he unlocks the plug, Alpha grunts in faux disgust as he pulls it out of the other and tosses it into the sink with a loud clatter.

Then, Rain can hear him hum as if in consideration for a few moments before something gets pressed against his asshole. He can’t quite get the feel of what it is, but it’s definitely square-ish with the corners barely rounded—it’s almost sharp at one point, as if…

With no warning, Alpha pushes on the object and makes it pop inside the water ghoul, eliciting a gasp. Rain’s so used up by now he can barely feel the stretch, but the thing is quite thick.

“What is it?” he dares to ask. The fire ghoul doesn’t reply right away; first, he does something that makes something wet squirt out from the object inside Rain.

He’s finally starting to connect the dots himself when Alpha gets to explaining. “You should’ve known I don’t fuck dirty sluts and everyone’s been in your ass these past two weeks. I told you I have to clean you first.”

“Can’t say I blame you,” Rain grunts as Alpha fucks the bottle of body wash in further before pulling it back and fully out, “but a simple enema would do the job.”

The fire ghoul scoffs, “And where’s the fun in that?”

Rain’s horns clank against the bottom of the tub when he drops his head, anxious about what might come next. First Alpha filled him with a body gel, so now the only logical thing to do is to follow up with water…the question is how, and how much of it.

The next thing the water ghoul can hear is the telltale sound of a shower head being detached from the wall; he moans realizing just what is about to be done to him.

He really loves being a hopeless slut.

Alpha pours some more of the body wash all over Rain’s cheeks and hole before spreading it around with his hand; the noise of it obscene already, though it’s not in itself of sexual nature.

What is of a very sexual nature, is Alpha forcing the shower head into the water ghoul’s asshole. He watches his rim stretch around its flattened shape until it pops fully in and nearly disappears. Nearly, because Rain is gaping so much that he can’t even close around the handle.

He groans and tries to wiggle his hips in an attempt to adjust to the strange shape inside him—easily the least phallic one he’s ever taken. It feels weird, but in the best possible way; Rain gets so distracted by it that he doesn’t realize Alpha turns the shower on.

“There we go,” he laughs as the water ghoul starts writhing in the tub—trying to escape the pressure building up inside him, but being unable to. It’s maddening.

“Fuuuuuuuck…” Rain moans, as he’s being filled more and more. “Oh, fuck.”

As he gets full, some water leaks out and into the tub, making the shaking ghoul slip and fall onto his back. It’s Alpha’s turn to gasp when he notices how distended Rain’s belly is; he can’t help but reach out and press on it, causing the other to cry out.

“Off, off, off, Alpha, enough, OFF!” Rain begs with tears streaming down his face and Alpha knows to take his plea seriously; he turns the shower off.

“Color?” he asks, grabbing the handle of the shower head sticking out of the water ghoul.

“Green…” Rain pants, “but no more of…that. Please.”

“Yeah, of course,” Alpha promises with his voice and touch suddenly all soft. He pets at the other’s bulging stomach and his legs in an honest attempt to comfort him. “Out?”

“Please,” the water ghoul whines.

Alpha nods, “Alright. Want me to take you to bed and fuck you vanilla for once?”

It makes Rain giggle a little despite his peculiar situation, “I’d like that.”

Sunday – Swiss (Bondage, Suspension, Subspace, Recording, Blow Job)

Swiss’ cruelty is one of a kind.

He prides himself in knowing all his partners’ buttons and just how to push them, and when. There’s not many things that bring him more happiness than getting to torture one of his packmates in that perfectly bittersweet way that’s going to truly wreck, and satisfy, them at the same time.

Swiss’ room—beside the ghouls’ sex dungeon—is the only one which has hooks for suspension installed on the ceiling. Bondage is one of the multi ghoul’s favorite kinds of kinky activities to indulge in; both as a giver and as a receiver.

It was easy to guess that ropes were going to be involved in whatever Swiss intends to do to Rain and, indeed, he orders the water ghoul to strip and sit under the hooks. He even gets both the plug and the cage out and off of him, and Rain can barely resist the urge to jerk himself off quickly right there and then.

He doesn’t.

What slightly confuses him, though, is that there is absolutely nothing around that he would imagine Swiss could put inside him…which is even more strange if he considers the fact that this is the last day of the scene; he expected some fireworks before it ends.

Knowing Swiss he will still get his fireworks alright, but the water ghoul just can’t help but wonder what’s going to happen.

“Are you gonna let me cum?” Rain has to ask. It’s been two weeks, for Satan’s sake, he might just explode if he has to wait any longer.

Swiss looks at him, and most likely wants to tease, but decides against it, “When I’m done playing with you, yeah. You’ve earned it.”

Even though he’s got a long way to go, relief already washes over Rain.

“Now,” the multi ghoul gets the rope, “sit there with your legs in front of you.”

He obliges and like this, Swiss starts tying him up.

He never speaks as he does; focusing entirely on the ropes and the knots, so as not to make any mistakes that could actually hurt his partner—the pain he inflicts always has to be precisely calculated.

He wraps Rain’s hips, first, bringing the ties down over his thighs and creating solid nets of knots that are surely meant to hold most of the water ghoul’s weight; when both legs are ready, Swiss pulls the remaining pieces of rope into two of the hooks on the ceiling, letting them just hang there for now.

Then, he moves onto Rain’s chest. He crosses his arms over his chest, ties his wrists together, and then creates another firm harness all around—ending it with two knots on either shoulder. The remaining rope from these two get hooked to the ceiling as well and connected to the other two already there.

“Ready?” Swiss asks, standing in front of Rain with all the rope gathered in his hand. The water ghoul nods and watches Swiss’ kind smile turn to a mischievous grin as he pulls on the rope and lifts Rain with it.

The pain of his entire body weight hanging only by these ties is addictive—he can feel each piece of rope and each knot digging into him in a way that will undoubtedly leave bruises all over him; perfect for Swiss to trace later.

“You alright? Not too painful anywhere?” the multi ghoul makes sure once Rain is fully suspended and the rope is secured.

“I’m good,” he sighs, painfully horny, but getting lulled into shallow subspace at the same time. The position in which he’s hanging is pretty simple: it’s as if he’s sitting on a couch with his legs extended, except in the air.

Swiss hums in acknowledgement before confusing Rain even more when he walks around the bed and starts pushing and pulling on it to move it away from its usual spot. It’s a few moments, which for the water ghoul—suspended in the air and subspace—feel like centuries, before Swiss is satisfied with the bed’s new position.

He walks over to his desk, then, and sets up a camera—Rain should have expected at least that, if nothing else.

“It started with a video, baby,” the multi ghoul winks at him, “it shall end with one, too.”

Rain groans and lets his head roll forwards against his chest, as more of his brain leaks out of his ears. Swiss stands between him and the camera and waves to it goofily before stepping to the side where the ties are secured to show off the water ghoul.

And move him.

The water ghoul gets snapped out of his peace when Swiss suddenly lowers him, causing him to sway around for a moment. Rain realizes there’s something below him, brushing up against his ass with every movement.

When he’s unmoving again, the thing he’s suspended above is right there, just barely touching his asshole. His brain is too much of a mush by now to realize what is happening, but then–

“OH, fuck, oh my god,” Rain moans when Swiss drops him even lower, impaling him on his fucking bedpost. The sudden stretch and fullness makes his head spin and his ears ring—he can hear the multi ghoul laughing over it. He can do nothing but whimper as he hangs there stuffed.

“Yeah, I knew you’d like that,” Swiss chuckles, all but gloating. Rain is unable to reply, overwhelmed with all the different sensations his body is currently being subjected to.

Little does he know it’s not nearly all of it.

Swiss walks to the desk, grabs the camera off of it, and turns back to Rain. He’s saying something as he’s filming him from up close—his blissed out face, his painfully hard and nearly purple cock, and the rim of his ass stretched around the bedpost—but he can’t really register the words.

Floating in subspace, the water ghoul doesn’t realize Swiss’ next moves; he only gets somewhat snapped back to reality when a warm hand wraps around his cock. The heavy touch after two weeks of nothing at all makes Rain choke and his eyes to roll back into his head. He feels like he could blow from just one firm squeeze.

“Please…” he mutters, barely above a whisper.

“I know, I know,” Swiss sighs, “I’ll give it to you, just let me watch you for a bit longer.”

How could he refuse? The water ghoul’s head lolls further forward and he’s pretty sure he’s drooling down on his chest. Not only that; he’s surely made the bedpost entirely wet, too, as well as the rope around his leaking cock.

Rain has no way of knowing for how long Swiss watches him—it might be a minute, or an hour, but finally the multi ghoul deems it enough. At first Rain panics when the other’s hand leaves his dick and even though he’s barely present, he’s about to beg.

He doesn’t have to.

“One second, babygirl,” Swiss hums as he turns Rain 180 degrees, so that he’s facing the rest of the bed instead of the camera; leaving it the delicious view of his ass. The bedpost twisting inside the water ghoul—or rather him twisting on it—makes him gurgle on the spit that has collected in his mouth.

Swiss kneels on the bed between Rain’s legs and wastes no more time before taking his cock all the way down his throat, causing him to cry out in pleasure he’s been denied for so long. He starts literally crying from the gloriously overwhelming feeling; tears flowing down his face and mixing with drool on his chest.

The multi ghoul bobs his head once, twice, and when he buries his nose at the base of the other’s cock for the third time, Rain gets his fireworks.

He screams as he gets thrown head first into the most intense orgasm of, probably, his entire life—it lasts a good thirty seconds before the water ghoul blacks out.

“There we go, yeah,” he hears as he comes back online. He’s not suspended anymore; he’s laying in Swiss’ nest as he’s untying him. “You did so good, baby, so good.”

Rain is exhausted, all he can do is let out a little thrill of happiness at the praise. Swiss chuckles at that, “Yeah, you’re such a good slut, aren’t you? The best.”

He sighs and lets his eyelids slip shut, knowing the other will take good care of him. The best.

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first of all i love your work, your composition and anatomy skills are incredible!!

second thank you for drawing lestat a bit bigger? than louis; i remember when i was drawing loustat i'd make him a few centimeters wider in the shoulders and people would i guess jokingly point out i was 'yaoifying' them and seeing someone else do that makes me realize i wasn't wrong for drawing that

sorry if this is an odd comment, genuinely just like you as an artist <3

Full disclosure before I go in, I AM a fujoshi and this is a yaoi household LOL so I’m not going to deny how that influences my art. However, I am also an artist with a lot of love for the human body and even though my works are more stylized than realistic, I still care a lot about maintaining likeness and recognizability when depicting real-life people. I love drawing the IWTV cast so much because everyone has very distinctive body builds and facial features and it's so fun to play around with shapes and styles when putting the characters together. For Loustat in particular, while JA and SR are around the same height, their builds are quite different. Coupled with their acting choices and how they choose to embody Louis and Lestat, their characters have very distinctive, yet harmonizing, visual identities. I guess one way to put it simply is that they have very good character design lol (the whole cast of IWTV could make for a good exercise in character design and building a character lineup tbh haha).

I've seen in passing this conversation about insisting that the characters (Loustat in particular) be drawn similarly in build, and quite frankly, I just don't get it. You have a group of people with different body shapes and already interesting visual languages built in, why would you want to flatten that out by drawing everyone the same? Isn't that just same-face syndrome but for bodies? Idk, it just feels boring to me.

All that being said, my stance on fanart is that it should be a space for creativity and exploration. As long as you are aware of the context of the work and respectful of the subject you are depicting, I feel like people shouldn’t be made to feel “wrong” just because they choose to portray a character in their own interpretation. Ultimately we are here to have fun and play toys lol please just be nice and respectful to one another.

[heartstopperthoughts]

Anyone who’s been saying that Nick and Charlie are too sexually pure like “oh they’re teenage boys, they’d be having a lot of sex” has clearly never read the novella

[lucabyte]

Different standards

[carlyraejepsans]

not only do i not think lynne would ever under any circumstances call or even just think of cabanela as her dad, if that possibility ever came up in conversation i think cabanela would straight up kill himself

[doodlyreone]

< 2

[rainbowresurrection]

I ended up reading The Price of the Phoenix and while it didn't make me want to bleach my eyes like Killing Time, I still didn't like it as much as I hoped I would. Don't get me wrong, the homoeroticism was intriguing to me, but the actual writing and storyline itself left me with a headache. I think I get my hopes up with these books, given all of the possibilities that the written word has for Trek, and it inevitably sets me up for disappointment lol

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Not main tagging this rn but it like lowkey kind of fucks me up how many of Jill's scenes with Clive you could give to another character and it would either fit that character better, or it just kind of dawns on you how little it would change the overall story if you removed the connection to Clive and Rosaria from her character and just left her time in the Iron Kingdom forced to fight in the war for the sake of innocent people (and her consequent struggle over killing)

[cartoonghosts]

need to be in linne doran at night again. i miss her and i miss how gentle she is and how quiet and alive it is there. i have this vivid memory of being at the old community school village, one of my favourite counselors had just finished telling a story, it was probably 11 30 or so, we had a fire going and were just chatting and laughing. it was summer and the stars are still in the back of my lungs, wrapping around my spine. i was taught a song that i think is staying in my bone marrow for the rest of my life. whenever i hear it, it's in two voices- the voice of the instructor i learned it from, and the voice of a close friend secondarily, weaving around it. i'm getting it tattooed on my leg eventually as part of my manta rays / stars calf tattoo and it feels like im missing something bc i dont have it. its such a part of me, i remember singing it to myself, writing it down in notebooks and journal apps, and ive never once forgot any part of it. when i heard my friend singing it for the first time a while ago i got so excited because its like- me too. i also have that song in my cartilage and tendons and bone marrow. i have it too.

[theaawalker]

Steps to Write a Genuine Platonic Relationship

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1. Establish the Foundation

Define Their Connection: Decide what brings these characters together—shared history, common interests, or a deep emotional understanding.

Set Boundaries: Clarify from the start that their relationship is non-romantic, avoiding any lingering tension that could be misread as attraction.

Give Them Complementary Strengths: Show how they support and challenge each other without romantic implications, emphasizing mutual respect.

2. Shape Their Role in the Story

Decide Their Impact: Determine how their bond influences the plot—do they solve problems together, serve as each other’s moral compass, or push each other toward growth?

Avoid Romantic Clichés: Refrain from using traditional romantic tropes like longing glances, accidental physical tension, or excessive jealousy.

Show Their Value Beyond Love: Let their relationship be crucial to the story in a way that isn’t reliant on romance or tension.

3. Build Their Dynamic

Use Natural Banter: Let them have inside jokes, tease each other, or share moments of camaraderie without any romantic undertones.

Create Moments of Deep Understanding: Show how they confide in one another in ways they wouldn’t with others, reinforcing their trust and emotional closeness.

Let Them Have Other Romantic Interests: This solidifies that their bond isn’t about unspoken attraction, making it clear that romance isn’t lurking in the background.

4. Define Their Chemistry

Make Their Interactions Unique: Ensure they have a specific energy that distinguishes their bond from romantic connections in the story.

Emphasize Loyalty Over Possessiveness: They can care deeply about each other without feelings of possessiveness or unresolved tension.

Show Physical Comfort Without Romance: Casual, platonic touch like a ruffling of hair, a side hug, or a reassuring pat on the back can reinforce their connection without romantic connotations.

5. Demonstrate Their Impact on Each Other

Let Them Grow Together: Show how they influence each other’s decisions, ambitions, or emotional development without needing romance as a motivator.

Create High-Stakes Moments: Put them in situations where they rely on each other, proving their bond is just as deep as any romantic relationship.

Allow Conflicts Without Romantic Resolution: If they fight, let their reconciliation stem from their friendship and values rather than an underlying romantic interest.

6. Develop a Satisfying Arc

Decide Their Long-Term Dynamic: Whether they remain lifelong friends, drift apart naturally, or take different paths, ensure their bond leaves a lasting impact.

Showcase Their Relationship’s Meaning: Highlight how their connection was vital to their growth, reinforcing the importance of strong, platonic love.

Avoid Unnecessary Romantic Subtext: Let them stand as proof that deep, meaningful relationships don’t need romance to be powerful.

Examples of Strong Platonic Relationships

1. Film/TV Examples

Frodo & Sam (The Lord of the Rings): A loyal, emotional bond built on trust and shared hardship.

Robin & Steve (Stranger Things): A brother-sister-like friendship that develops beyond a possible hetero-romance.

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes (Captain America): Sibling-like love based on support, teasing, and mutual admiration.

2. Literature Examples

Duke the Guarder & Dawn Demiss (The Guardians of Camoria series): A deep friendship based on emotional intellect, trust, and shared insecurities.

Jo March & Laurie (Little Women, after rejection): A lifelong friendship that remains strong despite romantic expectations.

Harry Potter & Hermione Granger (Harry Potter series): A close friendship built on trust, emotional support, and respect without romantic tension.

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[retiredteabag]

can we get a smau or written (whatever gives u the most creative output) about how the jjk characters would act if the reader was mad at them :3

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, and Megumi

Synopsis: They've done something to upset you... how are they reacting?

my masterlist !!

Satoru

I am so sorry to say this, but I genuinely believe that Gojo is the type to find it cute. Even if you're genuine in your frustration. He takes it too far, thinking it's funny.

For a man with perfect vision and a deep understanding of his surroundings, he is SLOW on the uptake when it comes to people disliking him. Pretty sure it's actually canon that he thinks Utahime is just playfully bantering with him...

Anyway, if you're mad at him, don't be surprised when he coos at you, patting your head, poking your cheek, etc.

Have you ever had to discipline a dog that doesn’t understand that it is misbehaving so when you raise your voice they think it’s playtime? Yeah…. He’s like that.

I'm sure at some point it becomes a real fight between you and he tries to make more of an effort to be more serious.

Nanami

Patient.

Incredibly patient. In fact, he would rarely ever raise his voice. If you were upset with him, he would want to sit down and hash it out. He would want to know exactly what caused the dissatisfaction and how to prevent it in the future.

He might get a little upset if you didn't want to talk about it. He would not mind a confrontational significant other and would prefer for you to be honest.

Even if you are mad about something small, he will treat it like the most important thing in the world.

How precious lover is mad at him? He can’t allow that.

Choso

Poor guy. He would totally panic.

If you told him you were upset with him, he would do anything in his power to make it okay. God forbid you say anything over text. He would be pacing the house, bouncing his knees, biting his cheek.

One might think he’s gonna cry, but I actually don't think he would. If he did something that actually hurt you, he would, but likely in private unless he really can’t control himself.

He seems like a deep thinker, he probably considers exactly what he means before he says something so he would consider you too in these situations.

I think he would beat himself up over it, but not want you to feel guilty. he would listen intently when you told him what had made you mad and then apologize profusely.

He’s more than willing to atone for the rest of his life even if it’s just forgetting to take the trash out.

Sukuna

Doesn't care.

Actually though, if he's done something and it's upset you, you won't have to tell him, he already knows. And I find it very likely that he would probably find it annoying if you were mad at him.

"What am I supposed to do??"

The only time he would care is if there were tears involved. If you were upset to the point that it bled into sadness? Well, now he's running through every option to make things right.

He can deal with people being upset with him, he’s always been unorthodox. He’s harsh and unforgiving, you always nag him about it.

He still cares though, in his own way, if he found you welling up, he would quickly try to calculate how to ease those feelings away.

You would need to have a discussion about it at some point, how he only seems to care when things get really bad. I do think he would make some kind of effort.

Nevertheless, he’s gonna wave you off if you’re being a brat.

Toji

Listen, some might think that he would be cruel or not care but I think he would probably be one of the more mature guys.

If he's in a proper relationship with someone, he has devoted himself to them, he respects them, and while arguments weren't uncommon, he didn't want you to resent him.

You guys were honest with one another. If you did something he didn't like, he told you on the spot, and he expected the same from you.

He was too old to play around, he wanted things to go smoothly and he couldn't sleep at night knowing you hadn't forgiven him.

Typically, if he sensed you getting upset, he would pull you aside and try to work it out. Not as polite as Nanami, keep in mind. But eager to make things right all the same.

Yuuji

Distraught.

He would probably apologize without even knowing what caused your anger. In the event that there was a proper argument happening I think he would be mature and concise.

He is sort of one-track-minded so it might catch him off guard if you express frustration.

There’s probably an occasion when you’re mad at him and he doesn’t even notice. He would be so confused when you blow up at him.

Regardless of that, he would be a very active listener.

Would probably want to hold your hand while working it out. Even of you were both angry about something, he would never let it last long. He is definitely the "don't go to bed angry" type.

Megumi

Sort of a weird mix of Toji and Gojo, you might think he isn't taking you seriously when he's just very tame. He's hearing you, taking in the information, and filing it away.

He would apologize and you might say something along the lines of "Is that it?" thinking he was just trying to be done with it, when in reality, he just isn't the argumentative type. He saves that for Itadori and Gojo.

He’s not so prideful, he doesn’t mind apologizing and it’s always genuine. The things is, since he’s so willing, you might guess it’s not genuine which could start a whole new thing…

He would make some pretty intense eye contact in these situations.

[sweetinsaniiity]

can you write something for soft turned hard dom san? i don't have a full idea yet but he asks reader if he'll let her do whatever he wants to her and when she responds yes he says aww thank you baby and then proceeds to ruin her

I'm very, very picky when fulfilling requests, but this one caught my eye immediately. You should be very proud of yourself, sweetheart.

Plug In, Baby

genre/au: soft!Sannie, he's too soft tbh, very respectful (we love a man who respects boundaries), established relationship, falling in love rating/warning: PG-18+ so MDNI!!! (you know how it is), this is pure smut without any sort of plot or whatnot, really just pure filth with a side of creampie, scratching, degradation, dacryphilia, bruises, biting, dom!San, no protection (do NOT do this!) word count: 8.2K words (genuinely enjoyed writing this)

Today marked three months of being with San and you were getting ready for the special dinner he said he'd take you. You already felt giddy thinking about it as you paced in front of the mirror to check your outfit. You met San through a mutual friend of yours, Wooyoung, and the connection was undeniable. You two formed a relationship within the week, and the first time he held your hand, you didn't even notice. He was so hesitant, so careful.

In fact, he still is. Granted, you two weren't together for long, still learning each other day by day, but sometimes, San was a little too careful for your liking. Like right now.

"My goodness, you scared me," you giggled, savouring the way San's arms wrapped at you from behind.

He smiled tenderly at you, giving you a quick kiss on your temple. You couldn't but frown slightly when the hug didn't last. "You look beautiful, baby," he murmured. "How did I get so lucky?" You hummed, tilting your head when he leaned in, kissing you softly on the lips, that air of hesitancy still there like this was the first time you had kissed. He treated you like fine glass, but that was fine. You heard him yelp behind his throat when you licked his lips open.

"O-Oh, uhm, wow," he pulled away, blushing beet red from his neck all the way up to the tips of his ears.

"What, you didn't like it?" You teased.

His eyes widened comically. "N-No! I mean, I d-did," San stammered.

You laughed out loud at his predicament. Cute, you thought. Every time you smiled at him, he looked away, cheeks pink, like he wasn’t sure how to handle the attention. All San could do was stare at you as your laughter filled the air, smiling as well.

He loved you a lot, though he hasn't said it before. He just gets extremely nervous around you. You might give him a heart attack one day, that's how much he feels about you.

And it wasn't like you didn't know this. San was naturally shy and meek, something you found extremely endearing on him.

"You sure you don't regret being with me yet?" San mumbled, refusing to look at you, pretending to fix his collar as he cleared his throat.

You frowned, confused. "Now, why would you say that?"

San sighed. "Baby, I don't know if you noticed, but you're way out of my league. I'm still surprised to this day when you said you liked me back. I probably had a mini attack."

It was always like this, and so, you reassured your boyfriend once more that he was fine the way he was, that you genuinely liked him for him despite his reservations about himself. You would never get tired of doing it because you were telling the truth.

He made another small, flustered noise, but this time, after a moment of hesitation, he did something that made your heart stutter.

He leaned in—just slightly, just enough for his shoulder to press against yours. And even if he didn’t say anything, you knew what it meant.

“Uhm,” he cleared his throat again. “Can I ask you something?”

“You know you can, Sannie,” you smiled, tilting your head curiously at him.

He opened his mouth, then shut it again, visibly struggling. His nervous energy was practically vibrating off him. You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling widely at how cute your boyfriend was.

You smiled softly. “Hey,” you murmured, lifting your free hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear. He practically melted at the touch, eyes fluttering shut for half a second. “Take your time.”

He nodded quickly, swallowing hard, before finally forcing the words out.

“Do you...wanna do it tonight?”

Oh, God. He was so painfully endearing.

“You really want to?” You asked gently, running your thumbs over the heat of his cheeks.

His breath hitched, and after a long moment of hesitation, he nodded. “Y-Yeah,” he whispered, voice barely there. “Sorry, baby. I just want to make sure. You know I love the way your body feels with mine.”

It was your turn to blush. “Me too. I want everything with you...”

You were pretty sure you were falling slowly for this man, if you haven't yet. You had never met a man who was such a gentleman, someone who respected you and your boundaries but never failed to make you happy. You just hoped you made San happy, too.

Sex with him was what you'd describe as making love. Slow, soft love making. It was filled with gentle touches and passionate, deep, long kisses that always set your insides on fire. San had the body of a Greek god and it always fascinated you that he was just a sweetheart.

Everything about him was soft, and you loved it.

As you both walked in the restaurant towards the entrance, the way he opened the car door for you and the way he offered his arms for you to link with his made your heart flutter. "I'll give you a good time, yeah?" San smiled.

"I believe it," you giggled.

He shook his head at you with a small chuckle, like he couldn't believe you were real to begin with.

He directed his smile at the receptionist ahead, albeit more respectful and polite this time. "Hi," he began, keeping his voice quiet like he didn’t want to impose. "Reservation for Choi San, please?"

True to his words, he took you to a really nice place, a seaside nighttime restaurant. You were a bit surprised, you mentioned in passing a couple of weeks back while all your mutual friends were over that you've never been to one and you would love to experience it at least once in your life.

"Wow," you grinned, leaning on the railing that overlooked the sunset that reflected over the sea. "Sannie, this place is gorgeous."

He leaned towards the railing as well, a small smile plastered on his face as he stared at your face. "Yeah," he said, not looking away. "Gorgeous."

The way he snaked his arms around you as he guided you to your seat was gentle, like he was always second-guessing himself. The way he moved, careful and deliberate, never the type to rush. These were the things that made you want to be with him, you just hoped San understood that.

You gave the waiter a small 'thank you' as they walked away after handing you your dinner. The night went on better than you imagined, not that you doubted it in the first place. Anywhere with San was a guaranteed enjoyment for you, not because of where he would bring you, definitely not because of what he can offer you, but because you wanted to spend time with San.

You couldn't help but stare at him from across the table as he peacefully ate his food. You wanted to shake your head, how could this man think that he was out of your league? He had poise and grace that you didn't have, and he was genuinely the kindest man you've ever been with.

Your cheeks reddened when his eyes fleeted up and met yours. "You're staring, baby," he smirked, not breaking eye contact as he put the fork in his mouth and chewed on his steak slowly.

You bit your lip subconsciously. It doesn't escape San's attention. Something passes in his eyes that you couldn't really read before it goes away. As shy as San can be, sometimes he didn't know how deadly he could act. What makes it worse is that you know that he's not doing it on purpose.

You chuckled, then winked. "Am I not allowed to stare at my boyfriend?"

That seemed to bring him down to Earth and you can physically see his mind short-circuit. Without thinking, you held his delicate hands to press a quick kiss to his knuckles.

You could swear that you could feel the heat radiating off his face. He made a tiny, helpless sound - something between a squeak and a whimper - then hid his face in his sleeve.

“Baby,” San whined, grabbing onto your hand and caressing his thumb over it despite his flustered state. “Y-You can’t just do that.”

“Do you want me to do it again?” You teased, watching his ears turn an even deeper shade of red.

He pouted, and it took you everything not to combust where you were seated, nodding his head slightly before looking around hesitantly. "Here?"

You shrugged, grinning widely at him while you got up from your seat to lean across the table and give San a sweet peck on the tip of the nose. When you sat back down, he blinked owlishly at you as his mouth opened and closed repeatedly. His face was effectively the reddest you've ever seen.

Oh my God, you thought. Did you finally break your boyfriend?

Dinner ended without any hijinks. He got up before you and shyly offered his hand. "Walk with me, precious?" San smiled, his dimples convincing you like you ever even needed it. "The night is young. I wanted to spend more time with you before I take you home."

San and you lived separately. It was too soon to live together for the both of you, but as you walked side by side by the sea shore, maybe you could bring it up to him. You liked him enough to do so.

The moonlight illuminated his facial features as he stared on. San was beautiful, that you couldn't deny, but he wasn't the only shy one. Sometimes, you wish you could just tell him how much he meant to you.

Then, just as you were about to say something, you felt the lightest touch against your hands. When you glanced at San, he still wasn't looking at you, but you couldn't miss the nervousness in his gait.

His head was tilted down, hair falling over his eyes, as if he was bracing himself for rejection before he’d even really tried. Your heart clenched.

Slowly, carefully, you turned your palm outward, offering an unspoken invitation. "Baby," you whispered. "I appreciate you being careful with me since we're both basically new to this relationship, but I'd like it if you can hold my hand whenever you want next time."

His fingers curled around yours, and you smiled, giving his warm hand the smallest squeeze. “Okay,” his voice was barely above a whisper.

A beat of silence. Then, slowly, so slowly, his grip tightened, just a little. His face was still turned away, but you could see the way he pressed his lips together like he was trying to fight back a smile.

God, he was cute.

And somehow, the simple weight of his hand in yours felt more important than anything else in the world.

The drive home was tense, though. At least, on your end. San wanted to have sex with you the moment you stepped inside your house. You pressed your thighs together in an attempt to soothe the burning arousal that crept up your wettened core.

It was definitely an unspoken spark, the anticipation of what you both knew was going to happen later. The tension was delicious, and you couldn't wait.

"Did you want to stay the night?" You asked, trying to break the sparked silence in the car.

He hummed, it was deep and it vibrated down to your core, not responding with words. He side-eyed you once, one hand leaning against the car window, covering his mouth while his other hand held the steering wheel, before he turned back to the road.

It would have been odd behaviour from him if it didn't turn you on.

It didn't really escape your attention at how rigid San sat. You could see the way his chest rose and fell too quickly, his breath uneven. He looked like he was currently struggling to hold back as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down every single time he swallowed.

He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, jaw tense as his eyes flicked to you again. "Did you want me to stay the night?" San exhaled, the sound low, controlled.

Oh?

That was interesting. You turned your head to the side, opting to stare at the window so San couldn't see the pleased expression on your face. He was a lot more turned on than you thought he was. You preened, happy that you had this effect on him.

By the time we pulled into your apartment, he was practically out of breath as he turned off the engine. When you looked at you, you wanted nothing but to jump at him, barely holding yourself back.

You smirked, reaching for his hand, letting your fingers lace through his, slow and deliberate. Teasing him was your favourite thing to do, you loved seeing his reactions. “Everything okay?" You asked innocently.

He nodded quickly. “Y-Yeah,” his voice cracked.

You smiled, tilting your head. "Shall we go inside?"

His lips parted slightly like he was about to talk, his fingers twitched against his thigh like he was debating something. You smirked when he wordlessly got out of the car and started walking inside your apartment, his hand subtly adjusting his pants. Oh, you were going to have fun teasing him.

But you frowned, confused, when San didn't make a move on you like you thought he would when you both walked in. Instead, he stared at you, shifting his weight from foot to foot, before he walked to your room to presumably change his clothes.

"San, wait," you stopped him, your heart beating fast, as you walked towards him slowly.

He freezes in his steps, looking back at you with vulnerable eyes. You stepped closer, using your free hand to cup his cheek, tilting his face.

“We don't have to do anything tonight,” you said softly. “I know you’re nervous. We don’t have to do anything tonight. Just being with you is enough. We have all the time in the world.”

And you meant it. Your heart broke when his eyes shone with sadness. He turned his head to kiss your palms. "I'm sorry, baby. I don't know why I'm like this."

You giggled, opting to pinch his cheeks, much to his chagrin, to break the tension and change the scenario. "Let's watch a movie. You can pick."

His eyes lightened up significantly. If there was something better than the sex you thought would happen tonight, it was cuddles with San. Your fluffy boyfriend was the perfect cuddle material, his arms always felt perfect whenever they would wrap around you.

"Comfy?" he murmured, said arms tightening their hold on you as you both curled up on your bed with the laptop placed in front of you.

Your smiled, eyes still on the screen. "Mhm. You’re warm."

San chuckled, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head. "Human heater, at your service."

The movie was good, but the warmth of San’s arms, the way his heartbeat was a steady rhythm, made it all the better. Yeah, you could stay like this forever.

However, you couldn't concentrate on the movie. Occasionally, San would shift, pressing his body against yours, his body heat transferring to you. His head leaned down, and at first, you thought that he was just going to lean on your shoulders.

Imagine your surprise when he pressed a hot kiss to the crook of your neck. He pulled away like nothing happened. You froze, not thinking anything of it. San loved skinship, this was nothing new to him.

But when his fingers started tracing slow, absentminded circles against your bare shoulders, shivers traveled down your spine. The first time, you passed it as a passing thought on his end. The second, you started to doubt it, but by the third, you couldn't help but surrender to his little touches.

You swallowed audibly when his nimble fingers held the thin strap of your top, lifting it slightly before letting go and letting it snap against your skin. You couldn't move, not even bothering to concentrate on the movie. Certainly not bothering to turn around to look at his face. For all you know, he could just be fidgeting like he always did when he was nervous.

It was difficult to even breathe. You held back a squeak when San snaked his arm around your waist, slightly lifting your top up, his fingers barely brushing against your bare skin as if he had all the time in the world to explore you.

You sucked in a breath, but he didn’t stop. His fingertips trailed along the dip of your waist, tracing the curve with agonizing patience. It was your turn to be nervous now. This has never happened before.

"You okay, baby?" San's husky voice asked from behind you. He sounded strained, though you knew that he knew what he was doing.

You swallowed, but before you could answer, his other hand moved, but this time, it landed on your thigh. He squeezed ever so slightly while his thumb brushed slow, hypnotic circles against your waist, slipping a little higher with each pass.

His fingers pinch a part of your skin that you didn't even know was sensitive and you jerked, your thighs subconsciously spreading wider. Your cheeks burned for two reasons - the position was almost lewd, and San's low groan sent wetness pooling down there.

"Tilt your head up, baby," he commanded softly. There was no hesitation on your end. "Hmm. A little bit sideways---good."

A small, breathy moan escapes from your lips when his lips automatically latch on your neck, barely just touching you, but enough for you to feel everything, especially when he nipped your teeth before sucking the sensitive skin.

"Sannie," you whined, your eyes fluttering close.

"Shh," his voice was deeper now, rougher. His grip tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against him.

The desire was slowly clouding your mind, though at the back of your mind, you were thoroughly confused at what was currently happening. Not that you were complaining - your body did all the work for you. And so did San's lips.

You mewled when you felt him smile against your skin as his hand started to lift your shirt a bit above your tummy. To say you were surprised would be an understatement, the San you knew would be too shy to even make a move. It was one of his best qualities and you can't help but fall for him for it.

But this? You didn't even know what to do.

Your hand moves by itself, placing it on top of San's hand that was making abstract shapes on your tummy while he gives your neck little kitten kisses.

"You’re so soft," he murmured, lifting your leg slightly to shift you closer.

"S-San, what are you d-doing," your breathy voice couldn't even properly formulate a question.

His movements slow down, but not completely stop. He lifted his lips from your neck, and you had to stop the urge to pout at the sudden loss of contact. You let out a little gasp when you looked at him - his eyes were so dark, that the intensity of it had you reeling.

This wasn't the San you, but you'd be damned if you didn't admit to yourself that you didn't mind knowing who this was.

His grip on your waist tightened, his thumb pressing firmly into your skin as he studied you, his breathing heavy, controlled, but barely.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, voice rough, almost strained.

It sent a shiver down your spine, an ache pooling low in your stomach. "And what exactly do I do to you?"

For a second, a hint of hesitation flashes into his eyes, but when you darted your tongue slowly across your lips, it disappears entirely. You could tell that he was still nervous, that he was testing the waters here to see how far he'd go and how far you'd let him.

You held your breath when he gently held your shoulders to guide you down your couch, effectively splaying your body for him to crawl on top of. He tenderly tucks the strays hairs that made their way in front of your face, ignoring the way your eyes slightly widened and the way your mouth opened to say something, though no words ever did come out.

For a moment, all you did was stare at each other. If only San knew how nervous you were. Initiation was lost on San most of the time, if not all the time, so this was new - a totally uncharted territory.

"You look so pretty, baby," he whispered, eyes raking all over your form, rounded with such innocence that you couldn't help but sputter at the unexpected statement.

"Uh, thank you?" You questioned rather than answered.

He giggled, and your heart almost burst out of your chest. It was the type where his eyes disappeared as they crinkled upwards, where his dimples deepened impossibly so. Truly, you knew you were drowning then and there.

"You want this, right?" San leaned down, his face mere inches away from yours, his huge arms trapping your head in between. "Would you let me do what I want to you if I asked?"

"Y-Yeah," you stammered.

Your head grew weary with dizzy. A subtle nod from you was enough for his lips to twitch with anticipation. San's brow quirked upwards.

"Anything?"

Between you and San, you would consider yourself to be the more outgoing one; the type who was always sure of themself, the one who would usually take the lead because you had no problem getting the things you wanted for yourself.

So, why were you getting wet at the prospect of San just taking whatever the hell he wanted from you?

This was your sweet, sweet Sannie. It would be criminal of you to deny him anything. When you nodded again, your heart fluttered dangerously when those dimples of his showed up again.

"Aww," he cooed, leaning down to kiss your temple. "Thank you, baby."

Your brows furrowed a bit. The way he said it, it settled heavily down your stomach. You couldn't help the sharp hiss that escaped your mouth when you realized how mocking it sounded.

It was too late, though. San leaned away, his wide, dark eyes were hazy with something you couldn’t quite place - not just nervousness, but something darker. You knew you were in for a wild ride when he yanked your hair, almost painfully, upwards to crash your lips onto his.

Your stifled moans get swallowed by San's rough claim on your lips, his primal growls echoing your arousal. The kiss was no less than filthy, the wet sounds of lips smacking with each other were all you could hear in the wide expanse of your living room.

You've never felt like this before. There was fire coiling in your tummy at San's roughness. You had half the mind to wonder where your sweet San went, but if you were being honest with yourself, this was a long time coming, anyway.

And as if he read your mind, he leaned away, an evil smirk plastered on his face as he pressed your swollen lips with his thumb while his other hand tightened its hold on your hair, the pain making you groan lewdly. "S-San---"

"I'm going to ruin you," he said flatly, something borderline demonic passing through his face as he spoke further. "All you have to do is say yes, darling."

Darling. That was new. Shivers made their way up your spine, and San had the gall to chuckle darkly when he felt the way you spasmed in his hold. "Y-Yes," you whined.

You were fully shaking at this point, resembling a wet, trembling kitten in front of a waiting predator. And that San was - a predator. A ravening grin slowly stretches his mouth. It honestly terrifies you, you've never seen such expression on him.

Shame creeps all over you - you were a hypocrite because you were getting so turned on from how different San was acting. You weren't privy to all the times you did imagine how it would be like if San snapped one day and just manhandled you. Not that you didn't like your lovemaking session, because you genuinely did, but there was something about how animalistic he was slowly becoming right in front of you.

"Fuck," he huffed an ominous laugh, his eyes completely shrouded with lust as he peered down at you. More rounds of shivers went through you.

This might sound unbelievable to other people, but to those who knew San, he was never one to curse. Even when you had sex with him, he never really did.

You yelped when he pushed your head down as his free hand cupped your clothed breast brutally. Your hands automatically flew to his muscular arm, hoping to ease the pressure he used to pin your forehead down the couch, but all that did was make him pinch your nipple through your lace bra.

"Aww, does that hurt, darling?" San chuckled maliciously.

"A l-little," you mewled, the pain traveling straight down there.

"Nah," he drawled out, a sinister grin still displayed on his face. Your instincts told you to scoot away when he started to lean down your face with fake, mocking concern. "You know what does hurt, though?"

Before you could answer, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, lapping and biting the sensitive parts of your flesh. White, searing pain commands your mouth open with a silent scream. He bit hard enough to draw blood, but not enough to pierce your skin.

A diabolical cackle sounds through the air as you thrash from his hold. All San did was to push his hips down, his hardening cock pulsing against your core to keep you down. Soon enough, the pain becomes pleasure. A soft moan involuntarily slips from your mouth, letting San know that you were enjoying this.

You felt him smile against your skin when he let your skin go from his teeth and planted a loving kiss on the bite mark, letting you know this time that he'd actually never hurt you.

That didn't mean he wouldn't inflict a little bit of it, though.

"So," he began, his hands finding their place on either side of your hips, holding you flush underneath him as he rolled his hips teasingly against you. "How does being my dirty little slut for tonight sound to you?"

You blinked owlishly at him, your mouth opening and closing repeatedly as your brain malfunctioned then and there. Behind the predatory look was amusement that danced in his eyes as he watched you practically melt at the indication.

"Ow, Sannie, h-hurts," you gasped as you felt his nails digging on your hips, but if that didn't turn you on, you didn't know what.

"Good," he barked, his nails now dragging up your sides deeply until they reached your chest. You yelped in response. It hurt, but it hurt so good.

You almost whined when he got off of you, but not for long. He grabbed your trembling body and made his way to your bedroom, unceremoniously slamming you onto your bed, where he tore your clothes off of you, haphazardly throwing them in random spots of your room without care.

"Come here," he growled, pulling on your feet until you were at the edge of the bed, your ass plush against his thighs.

He was about to dive down to explore your body but you panicked mildly, quickly jutting your hand out to push his head away gently from you. You swallowed and, oh, he did not like that at all. San's eyes narrowed dangerously, one brow raised, giving you a pointed look.

"I-I haven't showered yet," you stammered pathetically. "I'm g-gross and yucky---"

"Shut up," he hissed fiercely, effectively stopping you before you even continued that line of thought.

A whine escaped you when he spread your legs wide before he started kissing and biting everywhere his lips touched. You couldn't help but pull his hair every single time he would bite a sensitive part, something you didn't even think possible since you had no idea those parts were sensitive to begin with.

"God, you taste so fucking sweet, darling," he bit the soft expanse of your breasts, back and forth to make them even, before squeezing them painfully hard. "I've always wanted to do this, you know? Watch you writhe like this against my hold, scared to death waiting and anticipating at how hard I'd fuck you."

"S-San, t-that h-hurts---"

"I don't care," he snapped, sucking a brand new bruise in your inner thighs, holding you down harshly as he swirled his tongue on the sensitive flesh. "Besides," he chuckled. "You love this. Don't be a lying whore."

"Oh, fuck," you whined involuntarily, thoroughly turned on at being degraded. Your eyes widened as you quickly covered your mouth. You hadn't meant for that to come out the way it did.

Your skin was marked with multiple scratches, bite marks, and love bites. You knew you would regret it the next day since you had to go to work, but frankly, you didn't give a fuck. You'd wear them proudly for the world to see. It wasn't difficult to see that San was marking his territory with you, and by God, you loved it.

You felt his hand caress your inner thigh, waiting no more as his finger lightly grazed your sopping wetness. You couldn't help but whine at the delicious sensation.

"Such a dirty, little whore you are, my darling," he laughed. He wasted no time dipping two fingers inside you. "You like that, beautiful?"

You almost blacked out at the pleasure that automatically rendered your body into jelly. "Oh, God, San, shit," you rambled, bucking your hips unintentionally.

San wasn't your first, but you sincerely hoped that he was your last. He was the only one to genuinely care for you like he did. He was the only one to make you shudder and moan like this, the only you let in and gave yourself fully.

And he was the only one you'd ever let rough you up like this.

"Yes, just like that, darling, give it to me," he said through gritted teeth as his fingers drove into you roughly, the wet, squelching sounds from your pussy lewdly filling up the room.

"S-San, please," you practically cried, fisting the blankets around you until your knuckles were white. "I-I wanna come on your c-cock--"

"No," he snarled, flicking his wrist in an angle that had you screaming loudly. "You're going to come right now. Come on, love, give it to me."

His fingers demanded an orgasm, forcing pleasure out of your body that enticed you to surrender. And that, he'll get.

You've never really come from just fingering, alone, and San knew that, so when you started to scream and thrash around from the force of your orgasm, you didn't want to come down from your high. But San had different plans.

You hadn't noticed him taking all of his clothes off. You certainly hadn't noticed him hike your legs up to prop them on his wide shoulders before sliding inside you in one go.

"Oh, fucking hell," he hissed through gritted teeth. He thrust once, groaning lowly from within his chest at the feel of you.

Goosebumps formed on your skin and you couldn't help the small scream that erupted from you. "Fuck---"

You couldn't even finish it, not when San began pounding away at you like never before. "Oh, Sannie---"

He chuckled at how your eyes rolled behind your head at the unrelenting pace of his thrusts, and by God, you loved every second of how animalistic and how uncaring San seemed even though you knew he wouldn't hurt you.

"I should've done this from the very beginning," he trapped his tongue between his teeth cockily before grabbing your chin and squeezing it tight. "You like this, slut?"

You whined when he squeezed your face even tighter, the pain blooming in your brain, mixing with the heady pleasure San offered you. "You're going to let me use this slutty pussy," he sneered, diving down to claim your lips.

You wrapped your arms around him, parting your lips naturally to receive his sinful tongue. You weren't going to last long at all. Whenever San's cock entered you, he usually took it slow and sensual as he loved the look on your face whenever your bodies would connect as one.

"Ngh, you feel so b-big," you groaned, not even thinking about it.

Blush crept up your cheeks. Just because you were more outgoing, doesn't mean you didn't have your shy moments. You've always wanted to tell San that fact, but you were too afraid that he wouldn't receive it well because of how reserved he was.

He raised a mocking brow at you as he chuckled lowly - maliciously, even. "I know," he said.

His callous way of saying it made you squeeze around his cock on reflex, your hips bucking up in response. San hissed, and for a split second, his hips stuttered at how impossibly tight you felt around him.

"Do that again," he barked out, bending down to suck the sensitive flesh of your shoulder, your legs getting folded in half as he went in deeper on you, hitting you in places you didn't think possible.

"Like this?" You squeezed on command, a surge of pride going through you when San shuddered, his body shaking with ecstasy . It was a physical manifestation of what you do to him.

He didn't let up, his hips drove into you over and over again without rest or fail, the sound of skin slapping against skin prevalent, the lewdness of it turning the both of you on even more. Every time San's hips hit your behind, you couldn't help your moans that turned into a staccato mess.

You gasped when he suddenly yanked your arms away from his shoulders, growling under his breath as he roughly pinned your hands on top of your head as he took your deep and hard, cursing over and over again and making you scream.

"S-San, fuck, s-so good," you panted heavily, not expecting the restraint to make you feel this good.

"You're mine," he growled, pushing into your body viciously. "Mine."

"Yours, yours, f-fuck, ah, y-yours," you cried out.

Oh, he loved that. He took a small moment to stare at your panting form, tears forming on the corners of your eyes as your glossy eyes stared into nothing. Fuck, he thought. You were a vision like this. He digs his fingers into your wrists.

"Tell me," he began. "Is that too tight?"

You shook your head vigorously, stray tears landing on the sheets, your red-rimmed eyes widened. "N-No," you stuttered. "L-Love it."

"Of course, you do," he scoffed, pushing down on your hands more, enough to temporarily cut blood off. There would be bruises tomorrow, and they would haunt him badly, but right now, he couldn't find any fucks about it. You were completely his tonight, both body and soul.

Even when you whined because your legs were starting to get numb, he still didn't lift the pressure from your wrists as you changed position. It was the psychological aspect of it; you trusted San not to exert too much power on you and he dominated you just enough for him to show you how much he cared about your pleasure even though every drag of his cock against your velvety walls defined how much he also used you for his pleasure as if you were a ragdoll only made for his cum.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby," he ordered. You wasted no time doing so with San pulling you to him at the same time as he held deep within you. He pauses, composing himself. "Kiss me."

His free hand frames your face, angling his head to immediately slip his tongue inside your mouth, coaxing yours to dance with his in a filthy battle for dominance. San pulls away, kissing the corner of your mouth to resume fucking into you, but he gets caught off guard when he makes eye contact with you.

You looked deeply into his eyes. For a moment, all was forgotten - your nakedness, the bruises forming on your wrists, the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his panting breaths, everything. It was just the two of you conveying everything you both couldn't say at the moment with just your eyes.

You swallowed audibly, mustering the courage to keep staring into San's eyes despite you wanting to do nothing but hide away. It was intense, it burned through you, it made you feel special.

"Fuck me, San," you whined - begged - buckling your hips to meet his.

Darkness covered his entire features. He didn't need to be told twice. He gave you a quick kiss before pounding back into you with so much force, your bed began squeaking obnoxiously, the headboards knocking over the walls repeatedly.

He lets your wrists go to grabs the sides of your hips, pulling you to meet his cock with a loud, prolonged growl. "Not gonna last long, baby, fuck," he slams your hips over and over again so roughly, your hipbones began to hurt, but you could care less.

His fingers makes their way to your clit, rubbing it fast in tandem with his maddening thrusts. Electricity made their way through your spine, your body thrashing. "N-No, Sannie, baby, I-I can't," your hips bucked higher. "San!"

You were shaking violently against his hold, overstimulation messing with your brain at all the different onslaughts San was doing to your body. "It's too much, please," you begged, voice wavering

"I don't give a fuck," San roared, the brashness of his voice surprising you, the fire in his eyes as he glared at you spurring your pleasure to different heights. "You told me you'd do anything," he kept rubbing your clit, pinching it for effect. "Well, you better take what I fucking give you. Even if I force it out of you."

"San, please, please!" You screamed pitifully, sobbing with full force at the domineering pain that overtook your entire core.

"You're mine, Y/N. End of story. Shut up and take my cock."

He was stretching you to your limits, and it was almost unbearable, but you couldn't find it in you to tell him to stop. This was different, there was no easing into it like he usually did before he even started, and there were absolutely no words of affirmation from him to let your orgasm take over you. This was pure fucking on his end, a mission to ruin you like he promised, and you'd welcome it with open arms.

"A-Ah, ngh, S-San! I really c-can't, please," you sobbed, the overstimulation alternating between unbearable pain and toe-curling pleasure.

Fresh tears made their way down your face all the way down to your sweaty neck as your body shook violently. You were close, that much you can tell. San could tell. You gasped when he pressed his muscular arm on your neck with little pressure, enough to just keep you in place, but the dominant gesture literally made your vision go black.

He leaned down to lick a stripe from your neck to your ear, collecting your tears lewdly. You cried when he bit your earlobe. "You will," he whispered vehemently. "You fucking will. You're going to come hard on my fucking cock, and you're going to scream my name."

You gurgled on your spit when he pressed his arms on your windpipe, the cutoff of the blood elevating your pleasure. He bared his teeth at the erotic sight. "You hear me, darling? My fucking name. Come for me, right fucking," he lets out a primal scream as he pummels his cock with bruising effort like his life depended on it. "Now."

He releases your neck to bury his face on the crook of your neck, and with a loud gasp, you completely let go as you screamed San's name so hard, your voice started cracking towards the end. The aftershocks of your orgasm shook you underneath his body. It was enough for San to let himself go.

He rammed into you a couple of times before he sank into you one last time, his release devastatingly strong that his legs almost gave out on him. It took a bit of effort on his end to not collapse on top of you and crush you with his weight.

Heavy pants filled your ears as you gasped to catch your own breath. You realized too late that you had both forgotten and forgone the use of protection, but if you were being honest to yourself, you couldn't even begin to care, let alone regret it, and you knew you never will.

You must've passed out shortly afterwards and the next time you came to, you were clean and already dressed in one of your favourite pyjamas, laying down comfortably on a San's chest as your body pressed against his sides, his hand wrapped loosely on your shoulders.

San didn't notice when you stirred awake. His other hand held a book, one that you knew he'd been binge-reading for a while now, his face relaxed lest you count his furrowed brows as he concentrated. If you weren't tired, you would've cooed at the endearing sight.

He looked good, especially with the black-rimmed glasses perched up his straight nose. Your heart skipped a beat - you had this wild urge to kiss him dizzy as if the both of you didn't just have the most mind-blowing sex.

Finally, he notices you and he does a comical double take when he makes eye contact with you. A soft smile tugged at your lips as he fumbled with his book, dropping it like he was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing.

"H-Hey, baby," he laughed nervously, trying to pry off his glasses with both hands, whining in embarrassment when he realized that both of his hands were occupied. "I, uh, didn't want to disturb you. You, uhm, looked so peaceful, I just..."

You bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling when he put his book down on his lap to take the glasses off, but his clammy hands prevented him from doing so and it kept slipping off of his fingers.

"I got it, don't worry," you breathed out, lifting your hand to hold onto his, guiding it so he'd have a better grip, but his hand was shaking a bit too much that the glasses ended up slipping once more, only this time, they tumbled off of the bed.

He froze. "Oh crap, oh my God, uhm."

San was a cute bundle of nervous energy. Long gone was the man who dominated you like he did it everyday. He muttered something to himself, his cheeks burning bright. You wanted to give him some reprieve - mercy, if you will.

"it's alright, Sannie, relax," you chuckled, adjusting yourself to try and put his book away, yourself, so he could grab his glasses back from the floor. "Here, let me---"

But he seemed to have the same idea. The moment you lifted your head, was the moment he tilted his head down, causing your foreheads to knock off of each other. You both groaned in surprise, and before you could help it, you laughed out loud, the absurdity of it all getting to you. Oh, this man was cute.

"Please, don't laugh," he whined, more embarrassed than ever. "A-Are you okay? I am so sorry, I swear I'm not usually this clumsy!"

You were still laughing, it was uncontrollable at this point, and then you let out the loudest snort you've ever heard yourself do.

Your eyes went wide in mortification, clamping your hand over your mouth in shock. San froze, not knowing what to say at first, but then, he surprised you when he started laughing so hard, his entire body shook yours and he even let out a loud snort, himself.

"Oh, God, we're such a m-mess," you laughed even harder, wiping the lone tear from your eye.

"I'll say," he shook his head amusingly.

Your heart skipped a beat at the warmth in his voice. The awkwardness, the snorts, the blunders, it didn’t matter. You were laughing together, and somehow, in that moment, it felt perfect.

"You're adorable," he whispered, pulling you to him to plant the softest kiss on your forehead. Suddenly, he pulled away, as if disbelieving that he just did that.

Just like that, the laughter died down. The air simmered with a light tension, not the awkward kind, only the type that came from someone who didn't want to overstep their boundaries.

He lifted your hands, touching the bruises that were beginning to form on your wrists with such gentleness that it actually hurt you to see him this way. "I'm sorry," he croaked, his finger lingering on the bruises as if he was trying to erase them.

"San," you spoke with conviction, cupping his face firmly. "It's okay, I, uhm, I liked it."

You flushed crimson at the admission. He didn't say anything, the grief in his eyes still visible, but lessened as you assured him that it was okay.

"How long was I out?" You asked, breaking the ice lightly.

"A little more than an hour," he hummed, clearing his throat before turning to you. "Listen, I- I just wanted to make sure you're okay. I know we've never really spent the night before, but I didn't want to leave you. It didn't feel right to me."

That made your heart soar, but it also almost struck a pang in your chest, his uncertainty was palpable. "Did I hurt you?" San asked, his voice quiet. "I was too rough, wasn't I? I'm worried I might have crossed some lines with you."

You softened at the concern in his eyes. You could tell he was genuinely troubled, his usual confidence now replaced with hesitation. You shook your head with a reassuring smile. "You didn't, not even close," you gave him a small peck on the cheek to make your point across. "I'm glad you stayed."

His brows lifted in surprise as you pulled away, his eyes never leaving yours to search for any signs of discomfort. "I don't know what came over me," he admitted, voice strained. "You just looked so damn good, I-I couldn't resist."

You stayed silent, letting him continue. San fidgeted with his finger to find the right things to say to you without overthinking too much. "What I'm trying to say is," he sighed. "I just want it to be perfect for you."

You hadn't expected him to be this open. Something warm coats your chest. it felt serene, calming even. "I don't want perfection, San," you shook your head. "But you are perfect for me."

His eyes widened, mouth hanging slightly at your admission. "Really?" San asked, as if he weren't expecting you to say anything of the like.

His expression softened, and he reached out, gently brushing his fingers against yours. The simple touch felt electric, as if everything until now had shifted into something more open, more real.

Everything seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you with a quiet understanding. No more uncertainty, no more hesitation. Just the simple truth of what was there all along.

"This is what I want," you said. "You're very kind, San. You listen, and you care. When I'm with you, I'm not pressured to be someone I'm not. I don't even have to because I know you'll be there for me."

He didn't speak, his gaze just lingering on you as if he was seeing you for the very first time. There was something in the way he looked at you, something unspoken, that made everything feel so clear. The depth of his affection was almost suffocating, but if that was the case, you'd drown in it willingly.

And San knew that you could feel it. He tucked the strays of your hair behind your ears before settling on your face. He smiled softly, still as shy as ever, and in between the knowing looks you both shared, he just hoped that his sincerity was enough.

"I think I want to love you one day," he murmured, heart beating wildly in his chest at the confession. "I would love to fall madly for you."

There were no words need to be said. The connotation was there, and you both knew it. You closed your eyes, a split second of imagination playing in your head. It was too soon, you two basically just met and you were still at that stage where you were still learning about each other, but you could almost see it then and there.

Still, the revelation left you reeling. Breathless, even.

"I think I want to love you one day, too," you confessed with a smile. "I can honestly see myself falling in love with you, San."

And if his smile wasn't an indicator of how happy he was, you didn't know what. You were happy, too.

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Hey! Saw your requests are open. If you havent been overwhelmed eith asks I have one for Yandere Shadow if you're interested, if not you're fine!!

What about a Yandere Shadow and Sonic with an S/O who's extremely affectionate and overprotective? BUT, as a twist, They're this way with everyone they care about. They just have a lot of love to give❤️

(Bonus headcanon that Eggman targets them first in fights because his robots literally cant get anywhere near anyone else due to how protective they can be of others. They focus on others so much they forget they might also be targetted)

A/n: idk how long this was in my inbox for

Yandere Shadow/Sonic x Overprotective, Affectionate Reader

Shadow:

Shadow isn't used to the kind of affection you give, not from anyone. He wasnt quite used to affection to mych at all. Not after Maria at least.

You're the type to wrap your arms around people in your life without a second thought, ruffle their hair, or reassure them with kind words whenever they’re feeling down.

At first, he thought this affection was only for him. The way you’d stand beside him in fights, ready to shield him from harm despite your lack of superhuman abilities, left him both confused and, strangely, touched.

But then, Shadow began to notice a pattern.

You weren't just protective of him. You were protective of everyone you cared about. Whether it was Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, or even strangers in trouble, you'd throw yourself into the way to ensure no one got hurt.

Your willingness to put others first was respectable, but it also infuriated Shadow.

Didn’t you realize how reckless it was? Did you think anyone else deserved your warmth and care the way he did?

Shadow tried to reason with himself. He knew your affection was genuine and that your overprotective tendencies came from a place of love.

Still, that jealousy in his chest clawed at him every time he watched you worry and fuss over someone else.

His thoughts turned darker as he began to wonder if maybe he needed to teach you to focus that energy solely on him...

It wasn’t unusual for Eggman to target the people Shadow cared about, but this time, Eggman targeted you first.

Shadow’s blood boiled when he realized why. Your protective nature made you an obstacle to Eggman’s plans, your sheer determination to shield others from harm meant that his robots couldn’t get anywhere near his intended targets. And worse, your focus on others left you vulnerable.

Shadow was livid. Not at you, but at the world. How dare anyone put you in danger?

You were so busy worrying about others that you forgot to worry about yourself. He decided right then and there that he'd do whatever it took to keep you safe, even if that meant keeping you away from everyone else.

In the days that followed, Shadow became even more possessive. He started hovering closer during battles, stepping in before you had the chance to protect someone else. If you tried to shield Sonic or Tails, Shadow would pull you back with a firm grip, glaring at whoever dared to draw your attention.

"You can't keep doing this," he’d say in a stern voice. "You're going to get yourself hurt. Let me handle it."

At home, Shadow became even clingier. He didn't like how much energy you gave to others, so he made it his mission to monopolize your time.

Every moment spent with him was another moment you couldn’t be out there, being with someone else.

Still, he couldn't completely suppress his jealousy. The way you’d light up when hugging someone else made his fists clench.

Your constant reassurances that you had enough love to go around only made him more determined to make you see that he deserved all of it.

"Why do you waste your time on people who can’t protect themselves? They donct deserve what you give them. I'm the one who'll keep you safe, not them"

Sonic:

Sonic's usually not the biggest fan on being the receiving end of affection, but when it comes to you, he loves it. In fact, he thrives on it.

You're always ready with a hug, a playful nudge, or words of encouragement that make his heart race faster than his feet.

At first, he thought you were just that way with him, and he basked in the attention.

But Sonic quickly realized that you didn’t just have love for him. You had love for everyone.

You'd throw yourself in front of Tails to block an incoming attack, fuss over Amy if she got a scratch, or rush to Knuckles aid whenever he bit off more than he could chew.

Your boundless compassion for others left Sonic respecting you even more, but it also left him feeling insecure.

As confident as Sonic was in his abilities, he couldn’t shake the fear that someone else might steal your affection.

He wanted to be the one you turned to, the one you prioritized above all else. But your overprotective tendencies meant that you focused on everyone equally, leaving Sonic craving more of your attention.

Then came the day Eggman decided to target you.

It wasn’t hard to see why. You were a force of nature in your own way, your determination to protect others made you a threat to Eggman’s plans. Sonic’s heart dropped when he realized that Eggman saw you as a liability.

The first time one of Eggman’s robots aimed directly for you, Sonic barely managed to stop the attack in time.

"Hey, what were you thinking?!" he scolded, his voice tinged with panic. "You can't keep throwing yourself in the line of fire like that!"

You brushed off his concerns, he did that stuff all the time, why was it any different?

Sonic wanted to argue, but he couldn't bring himself to. Still, he made a silent vow to protect you, even if it meant protecting you from yourself.

Sonic's jealousy is more subtle than Shadow’s, have to keep up the 'perfect hero' act. He'd crack jokes whenever you doted on someone else, masking his unease with humor. But if someone started to take over your time, Sonic wouldn’t hesitate to intervene, dragging you away with some flimsy excuse.

Despite his possessiveness, Sonic would never stop loving your affectionate nature. It's part of what makes you, you. But he’d do everything in his power to ensure that your love didn’t come at the cost of your safety, even if it meant keeping you closer than you’d like.

[producedbysohyun]

Shark Week

Squid game x reader hcs

Summary: How the people in squid game would react to you being on your period (all separate)

Includes: Thanos, Se-mi, Dae-ho, Myung-gi, Jun-ho, Hyun-ju (non!squid game au)

Warnings: We are pretending for this one they aren’t all in major debt 🤗, a little suggestive on thanos’s part, If you’re scared of periods don’t read I guess?? 😭

masterlist

a/n: this goes out to all my people who have to deal with periods! We are in this together 😔✊

Thanos

Ya you’re out of luck with this one 😔

Probably the worst person to have with you during your period

Definitely trys to rap his way into making you feel better but just fails miserably

“I know another way to make you feel better 😏”

“No”

“Ok 😞” *walks off with yet again another failed attempt*

If you asked him to go out and by you pads he would probably come back with those small cotton pads for your face

I mean he’s trying 😭

The type to ask “are you on your period” whenever you’re in a bad mood and is met with a slap every time

Doesn’t know what else to do so he probably just goes even more broke buying a bunch of food for you

(“With what money” we all yell in unison 🗣️)

Tolerates watching your “stupid” shows that you like just to make you happy but ends up being really interested

Se-mi

One of the best people to have with you

Deals with her period really well so she doesn’t really understand your pain but she gets the other things

Cuddles you all day!!

Literally turns into your slave

I feel like she would tease you about something and then accidentally make you cry because you’re overly sensitive

She feels so bad and you better believe she’s gonna watch what she says for the remainder of your period

You guys watch shows all day and just eat junk food

*stares at you dying in pain* “is it that bad?”

*starts crying*

“What- nooo baby I’m sorry” *queue her kissing all over your face*

I’m in love with her

Dae-ho

*sigh* I love him

Dude has four sisters so you are in luck

He definitely knows what to do

Gives you so much cuddles

He’s probably extra clingy to you during this time but if you tell him you want space he definitely respects it

If you’re having cramps he’ll give you tummy rubs 😔

I need him so bad wjdvjwwjwdjwkwj

Lowkey gets a bit freaked out when you start having mood swings

So he’s definitely careful with what he says not that he could ever hurt your feelings anyways

Is there to comfort you when you start crying over dumb stuff and NEVER makes fun of you for it

Gets you all your favorite snacks!!!

Ugh I need him

Myung-gi

Lowkey avoids you at first

Confused pt.2

He gets the hang of it pretty quickly tho

“Are you on your period” pt.2

Slapped pt.2

Poor boy didn’t even mean it in a bad way he was just genuinely curious 😞

Secretly looks up what to do

You guys binge watch shows together the whole day while cuddling

Try’s not giggle if you start crying over the show

And if you see him laughing it only makes you cry more

“No no Jagiya I’m sorrrryyy”

*Kisses your face till you stop crying*

Besides the laughing part he’s not a terrible person to have 👍

Jun-ho

Gives you your space

Kinda just lets you do your own thing but if you specifically need something he’ll do it for you

He’s up for giving you cuddles but you gotta ask him cause he doesn’t wanna do anything to upset you :(

Weirdly calm about the whole thing

Sends you texts asking how you’re feeling throughout the day as he can’t be there with you the whole time due to his job

Very very patient when you have mood swings

Buys you food pt.3

Overall not too bad

Hyun-ju

She definitely knows what to do

Very educated

Cuddles pt.4!!!!!!

Does everything she possible can to make you feel better cause she hates seeing you in pain

If somebody upsets you she will personally go and deal with them herself girl doesn’t play around

Constantly checks up on you asking if there’s anything she can do

Literally never makes you cry

She’s so gentle with you 🙁

10/10 person to have when your on your period

a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed! This was a lot of fun to make!!

[heesimp]

sunghoon removing the condom mid sex because 1) he honestly couldn't care less 2) he genuinely believes he has rights to do so simply bc he wants to 🤷‍♀️ 3) you're too dumb on his dick to even notice that.. not until he cums inside ofc but it's not like you can do anything against his strength and big frame even if you wanted to

condom removal is so hot and I would do a lot for sunghoon to cum inside of me without protection 😩 make me creamy goddamn

note: this work contains themes of noncon and should not be replicated, and if this happens outside of the realm of fiction then it is considered sexual assault.

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Sunghoon knows he loves to have sex but he thinks you might like it even more than he does.

Neither of you are committed to one another but somehow, you find yourself in bed with him twice a week and don’t have an issue if he shows up your place unannounced. Sunghoon isn’t pushy and understands if you’re not available when he wants you to be. The respect is probably the reason why you agreed to start hooking up with him regularly on the first place.

And like, your birth control is always there to save you but you like using condoms for that extra layer of safety. Sunghoon always brought condoms with him whenever the two of you would meet up and the one time he didn’t have any was the first time he experiences having sex with you without that protective rubber.

He can’t get enough and dreams of your wet pussy against his bare cock. It makes Sunghoon hard every single time he thinks about seeing how tight you gripped him when he didn’t use condoms. He doesn’t ever want to go back.

Sunghoon has you on your hands and knees with your cheek pressed into the mattress. You’re almost sure you might be drooling and your hair fans across your face as he pounds into you with one knee on the bed. His other foot holds him up for stability as he fucks you like that.

“Tightest pussy in the world,” he moans loudly, too lost in the pleasure of seeing his cock drilling in and out of you, even with the protective sheen preventing him from truly feeling you.

You’re too gone to hear what he’s saying but his dick feels so big and good inside of you. You moan wildly and feel your own voice vibrate in your chest the more Sunghoon pushes and pulls against you.

“You like my cock?”

“I love it,” you choke out.

“Yeah, baby? Like it when my big dick fucks this tight hole?”

“Fuck me harder!”

Sunghoon’s crouches on the bed, using your body for balance ad both of his feet plant onto the mattress. He’s got a grip on your waist and squeezes when he feels you clenching around him. The new angle feels divine because his heavy, warm balls rest right against your pussy. He gives an experimental swing and you curse loudly when his balls smack against your clit.

“Oh, you like that?” Sunghoon pushes into you again. “You look so sexy beneath me. Makes me want to put babies in you.”

“N-No,” you stutter, trying to shake your head.

Sunghoon begins to push into you deeper. “No? You don’t want my cum? You don’t want it to take? But your pussy feels so good, baby.” His words make you moan and clench around him again.

“F-Fuck, Sunghoon!”

The echoing sounds of his balls slapping against your pussy makes Sunghoon’s eyes roll to the back of his head. He looks down to see the shape of your naked body and twitches right inside of you, which makes you squirm beneath him and the arch of your back crumbles in erotic pleasure.

Your pussy squeezes him a little too hard until you push him out but Sunghoon doesn’t mind. He grins at your wet hole and leans back to pull your bottom half into an arch again by pushing your legs together. You feel his tongue rub itself all over your folds and grip the bedsheets below you the more his wet muscle slides over your sensitive areas. Sunghoon flicks your clit a few times and drags it over the surface, making you moan right into his pillows.

He pulls away to give your pussy a smack. “Such a dirty girl, huh? Your pussy looks so cute when I’m using it.”

Sunghoon licks up another stripe before pulling himself upright. You don’t see him but you feel the bed moving underneath you as Sunghoon pulls your legs together again until your thighs are pressed against one another. He cages you in with his knees and you hear him jerking off with one hand while the other grips your ass and pulls each cheek apart to reveal your tight pussy.

“Your ass is phenomenal,” he complements as he twists his wrists while you close your eyes and bite your lip.

Sunghoon stays like that for a minute, admiring your asscheeks as you gush at the sound of his cock against the condom. You want nothing more than for him to stick his cock back in and start to think about the moments just prior when his balls slapped your pussy lips and sent you straight to heaven.

Your thoughts are cut off when you hear the sound of rubber smacking. Your heartbeat picks up at the familiar sound and start to turn around when Sunghoon pushes his tip back and forth over your folds, confirming your suspicions. The condom is gone.

“Suchhhh a nice pussy,” he groans as the wetness splashes onto his bare dick. “Makes me so horny.”

Your mouth hangs open the more Sunghoon pushes his cock inside of you, burying himself inch by inch until he’s so deep that you feel his balls just underneath your ass. He puts both of his palms beside you and pulls himself away from your body just to push back in.

You panic underneath him but moan simultaneously. Your heartbeat races at the sensation of his bare dick as Sunghoon twists his hips to angle himself deeper than he was before while your mouth hangs open, a string of moans pouring from the back of your throat.

“Your body’s gonna make me cum,” Sunghoon grunts. You close your eyes shut and clench around him in bursts when he speaks, making him moan deeply into the open air. He reaches over to his side and places the used condom on your left asscheek as he uses his hands to spread you apart, grunting at the sight of him invading your hole.

Sunghoon doesn’t give you any time to object or react and it feels too good to say something now. He stutters as his hips become faster and rougher before he’s gripping your asscheeks and digging his fingernails into your meaty flesh, his big cock lodged so deep into your pussy that you swear you’re in another dimension. He cums with his eyes focus on your hole and moans the second he sees it bubble out of you.