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Non-Binary MC and Cain… and lots of Religion

Word Count: 4k words (TEN PAGES DUDE OH MY DAYS)

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So like I was yapping about before, I’m super interested in Queer playthrough Cain… and romance route with an overtly queer non-binary MC…

I’m not super familiar with the Catholic faith and the culture surrounding it, let alone in the more conservative parts of the United States. But from my limited experience with Protestant faith and that sort of environment in the 2010’s, and the fact we know he’s definitely prejudiced against women and gay people 😭, I would guess Cain is not the nicest about people who don’t fit the mold. BUT I’M GONNA GEEK ANYWAY!!! (below the cut)

Religion’s Effects

I don’t interpret the root of his prejudice as being overtly political (according to a pinned discord message, Cain doesn’t seem to be a “political guy,” but that's a whole other can of worms). I think he’s just diabolically ignorant on things that don’t directly affect him, like lots of cis white dudes out there. He was raised in a Catholic household with strict gender roles, and I’m guessing the extent to which he understands queerness is Leviticus 18:22 “Man shall not lie with man as with woman, for this is an abomination to the Lord your God,” [my own abridged quotation of the passage]. Honestly I’m not even sure if he knows how to feel about lesbians if he takes that passage to heart, word for word. But it’s also not far-fetched to assume his church also held sermons about the “act” of homosexuality in general, man or woman "committing" it.

On the topic of trans people though, I don’t know if he knows they exist. There is a passage, Deuteronomy 22:5, talking about “cross-dressing” I suppose? Again, described as “...an abomination to the Lord your God.” But I think that’s something that would be more preached in the modern day with the current climate as opposed to in 2009. However, we shouldn’t forget Cain does seem to be very active on the internet 😭 so I don’t think it’s impossible for him to have stumbled upon the concept. I don’t wanna reduce him down to just being some devout, pious church-boy since he clearly breaks plenty of those stereotypes and rules, and doesn’t think very highly of the church either. 

To be completely honest I don’t think Cain would be welcome in most Catholic spaces. His faith is a little… unique, to put it lightly, and doesn’t seem to strictly adhere to only Catholic ideas (though anyone who is more knowledgeable on Catholicism, please do share your thoughts I would love to hear). I’ve sort of been describing Cain as “homebrew Catholic” since that seems to be the best description I can come up with. On the lower end of the rule-breaking spectrum, it’s generally frowned upon to swear even if you aren’t “taking the Lord’s name in vain” and many Christians find it undignified or sinful to cuss (my grandma did not like it when I swore in any context and she was Protestant, which I associate with being a little looser with things than Catholics, but maybe I’m spreading misinformation). And he also believes in the supernatural and conspiracy theories… which most Christians I’ve interacted with or seen think is “pagan, devil-worshipping nonsense.” But hey there’s Wendigoon. (Off topic side-tangent but I think it’s possible Cain could enjoy Wendigoon when he discovers him in the early 2020’s)

A little bit more on religion before we get to everything else, but I do think this is an important anecdote. I notice the kinds of Bible passages and lessons that get the most attention are ones that assert control, establish power dynamics, and emphasize “do not’s” as opposed to ones that ask for tolerance and love. Many congregations that hold prejudiced ideals focus heavily on these parts of the Bible. Things about wives and children being obedient to husbands and fathers are also harped on endlessly, and my impression is that that’s the sort of church Cain’s family was part of. So I imagine that is most of Cain’s Biblical lexicon even if he’s read it himself cover to cover. What you hear over and over, especially in childhood, deeply impacts you and sticks in your brain. Worming its way into your subconscious. Anyway!

The Juicy Non-Binary Stuff

When it comes to non-binary people though, I’m not even sure if Cain knows what that is, but you never know with wherever the hell he is on the world wide web in 2009. We know he’s on in-universe Twitter, Reddit, I think 4chan, and some other interesting places. I don’t doubt he’s seen some people gay-posting at the very least. I was born like twenty years after he was, so I’m sure my age had something to do with this, but I didn’t even know non-binary was a thing until like 2018 while living in an incredibly liberal pro-gay, pro-trans area. But this isn’t my coming out story, and I was also only ever on YouTube, so.

The concept of non-binary would definitely confuse him, and things that confuse Christian white guys often upset them. But Cain is also described as someone with a desire for knowledge and understanding, which I think is his biggest strength in unlearning the things he was taught that hurt himself and other people. But a barrier between Cain and non-binary MC would absolutely be Cain’s initial frustration and lack of understanding of the concept, especially since his idea of gender is anatomical and physical, as opposed to abstract and societal. He wouldn’t want to be wrong, especially about something so seemingly straightforward and elementary. But he can’t just avoid MC entirely (girl, the plot) since they’re on the message board, and he feels this… odd, unfamiliar sensation: Having someone who’s easy to talk to, no matter how annoying and frustrating they are sometimes. 

And so I’m guessing it would go over… interestingly. I don’t know if he would outright maliciously misgender MC, but since he would begin in a very bioessentialist place it wouldn’t be a smooth ride. So I wouldn’t be surprised if he would try to decide whether MC looks more like a girl or a boy and decide what pronouns to use from there. But I imagine it's more from a place of ignorance than understanding the gravity of that assumption and misidentification. Which is still some straight bullshit behavior from him but I am unfortunately attached and he's not real anyway. So it’s okay. We’ll work on it together ♡

Ironically, though, I think it could be easier for Cain to accept and process non-binary identities than to understand binary transness and homosexuality. Even though it's a much more abstract concept, there are likely fewer preconceived notions placed in his head about being non-binary by his family and his old church. There’s not really anything in the Bible specifically about non-binary people at all. So there isn’t exactly information outright condemning or dismissing that identity, other than its general lack of mention in reference to humans, and the Adam and Eve story. There is also this passage, Galatians 3:28 “There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus,” which could possibly help him understand. You might have to quote a lot of Bible passages at him 😭

I think you could be able to get him to understand using Public Universal Friend (American Preacher with Quaker Parents), but then he might start thinking some very strange things about you. He may also interpret MC’s identity as more spiritual than it necessarily might be, but I do think the leap into understanding might be smaller for him. I think he’d verbally adjust pretty quickly, but internally there would still be some issues going on for a while. But once you both get to a steadier platonic place together he might thaw out a bit, though his conditioning wouldn’t just magically vanish. He might even ask normal questions about it from time to time.

But then there’s Attraction Thrown into the Mix

I think here is where he would experience some (LOTS of) regression. Even if he’s largely reconciled the idea of non-binary, it’s been through a framework of “I’m doing my thing, you’re doing yours, (you sinful bastard /hj)” Not thinking MC’s business would affect him until now. Whoops!

Here is also where it could probably get really gritty with agabs, internalized homophobia, transphobia, and lots of uncomfortable subjects surrounding relationship dynamics and expectations. I think he may desperately try to convince himself being a cis guy with a non-binary person could be straight, but he also knows deep down the church would not really see it that way. And he might have some transphobic slips and “I wish you were a girl” moments regardless of MC’s agab. 

I think he might struggle in at least four ways, mixing and matching depending on MC’s identity as a whole:

An amab MC - he would end up invalidating them by reducing them to their agab and labelling the relationship as homosexual regardless if MC’s gender was fem aligned.

A masc or andro presenting n-b MC - feeling attraction to masculinity or just “non-femininity” would cause him inner homosexual turmoil. 

An afab MC - he would probably be bitter about the fact they transitioned, again reducing them to their agab, and would then project his transphobia onto them in that way.

A fem presenting n-b MC - there would be frustration about MC not being “a real girl,” and he would struggle with that. 

So he would not be having a good time, and in turn would absolutely make it everybody’s problem by starting fights or acting moody constantly. He’d be in his head about “who’s supposed to wear the pants,” and then also try to completely shut down any and all “sinful feelings” about MC. The waters are incredibly murky here, but I also don’t think Cain would entirely throw out MC’s non-binary identity while he’s struggling. He would still hold rooted bioessentialist ideas, but now they’re also mixed in with the understanding that MC doesn’t identify as a man or a woman. It would probably be a horribly confusing and distressing time for him, but also for MC because of the way he would project all of that onto them. 

And I also don’t think Cain initially wants to be experiencing any kind of attraction to anyone at all at the beginning of the game. Figuring out you like somebody, especially when you’re an incredibly repressed person can feel intrusive and violating, but it can also be mixed with this deep seated craving for someone to know you, love you, and give you some sort of anchor. So finding out he feels this way would be hard, and he also wouldn’t be able to help thinking it would be so much easier if MC were “just a girl.” And Cain doesn’t seem to know how to love someone in a healthy, non-obsessive and all consuming way so he would be tearing himself apart the whole time. I think he feels as if everyone around him can see how wrong and sinful he thinks he is and at the same time can’t help himself, craving things everyone he grew up around told him is condemnable. Like being told that taking a breath would be selfish. I don’t know if Cain would be able to resolve all of these feelings by himself, and he likely wouldn’t be directly expressing these emotions to MC (or confiding in anyone HELLO 😭). 

His attraction would fester, he would start acting rashly and probably become very push-and-pull with MC. One moment feeling completely unable to exist away from their vicinity and the next feeling sick to his stomach for being so weak. It’s a trial, or some kind of test. And he is failing miserably. I’m not sure how like… “crazy???” he would get? I don’t want to flanderize him as this obsessive evil yandere stereotype before we’ve seen cannon material about his behavior. But he would absolutely be a creepy little freak. I don’t think it's above him to “borrow” small things that won’t be missed, stare, actually internet stalk, maybe subtly brush against them from time to time, but I’m not certain how much further he would go yet. I think he would also attempt to reconcile the desire by trying to force things into Catholic Approved boxes, even if the “basis” of the hypothetical isn’t the traditional “man and wife.” He might have intrusive fantasies about marriage that dissolve into thinking about his parents' unhealthy dynamic. He’s not a subtle guy, and as long as he feels like nobody will notice, he will indulge in his “reprehensible” fantasies. The behavior almost feels like an addict itching for a fix, but desperately trying to hide it from their loved ones. He can lose himself in his sin in the privacy of hidden places and ask forgiveness from God later, but the moment it feels too tangible or he has a witness his fragile excuses crumble.

Possible Culmination Routes

Cain Confessing

Any confession from him I think would only slip out in the heat of the moment, when he thinks he is about to lose MC. There’s the humiliation of laying yourself bare, but then there’s the fear of losing something warm you think you’ll never experience ever again. It could feel almost life or death to him (or maybe it perhaps is literally a life or death situation, you never know). And since he is so unable to separate love from obsession it might feel like something is being ripped from his body. It would be incredibly messy and emotional from all sides. I don’t even know if it would occur to him that MC might give him an answer in that moment. In a scenario where MC would accept, I think it would be so jarring to him that everything around him would just vanish. He’s been so in his own head, self absorbedly stewing about this for weeks that it genuinely snaps him out of it to hear something that isn't from his own brain. And as an emotionally repressed person, I can tell you having a huge outburst and then getting stopped in your tracks is almost always immediately followed by a blanket of exhaustion. This would probably be a huge breaking point for him, a moment where he has to outright confront his faith, his sexuality, and his values. 

And I think everything would fall away, at least for a few moments while the gears in his head are still trying to spin. He’d be too scrambled to put together all of these new thoughts and realizations and might just thoughtlessly accept assurance from MC. Letting them help him slow down for a few moments. He would have to do lots of unpacking regarding religion, his family, accepting the fact he is a human and has feelings sometimes, so essentially he has to uproot his entire world to even begin getting to a place where he could actually be in a functional relationship with MC. It would still be far from perfect even after that though. There would be lots of contention, he would still need to resolve or at least work on internalized homophobia, externalized transphobia, his misogynistic tendencies, all of his prejudices 😭 not to mention the generalized unhealthy habits he would have in a romantic relationship. 

MC Confessing

I think this would be a quieter shutdown, but with everything simmering just beneath the surface. Cain would be taken aback, likely upset but not exactly sure at what or who. I’m viewing this scenario as a quiet moment where it's just the two of them somewhere, either checking a broadcast together or in one of their apartments. There’s likely been some sort of hurt tension brewing the last few weeks mixed in with romantically indulgent moments, and MC decides to just share their feelings plainly, in a way that's as low pressure as it could possibly be. Just trying to open a line of direct communication.

I lowkey think Cain might try to literally walk away 💀 or like, pretend he didn’t hear you 😭

(I have to admit I think this is my weakest subsection since I am not at all the kind of person to be forthcoming about my feelings. So I’m trying to put myself in Cain’s shoes here as opposed to MC’s.)

If the above strategies don’t work (or he thinks better of them 💀) I think he would move to his faith; “It’s sinful,” “I’m not homosexual,” “It wouldn’t be a valid marriage,” then trying to discourage the idea bringing up the fleeting nature of human connection. “Everything ends,” “It’s just ephemeral, it's not productive to feel like that,” and he could probably go on and on and on since that’s how he’s been talking to himself for weeks. All of his reasons involve anything but his actual wants. You would both wind up in circles until the discussion stops being a discussion reaches a boiling point. And here I think Cain would retreat into himself and walk away.

There would be absolute radio silence on the forum, on his cell number, but ignoring MC would be eating him alive. Being holed up in his apartment wouldn’t feel the same as before after having a taste of what companionship felt like. I don’t think it would be a quiet numbness, it would be a loud, screeching hollow feeling he can’t expel from his chest. And he would eventually break. I’m not sure how he would eventually come crawling back. I could see him doing anything from sending a cryptic message over the forum PMs to just straight up banging on your door demanding to be let in. He knows it’s wrong, he feels like he's committing an act of sin by crumbling in the face of temptation. But he goes back to them despite himself. 

I’m not exactly sure how the proceeding conversation would go… it could be a tense, hurt and angry confrontation. Or he might break down and try asking MC for forgiveness. The only thing I’m relatively confident about is that it would be a really heavy and volatile interaction.

Evil Third Option: Unlabeled Situationship

Cain would still be having all of these sour feelings about his unwanted attraction. But in this situation we have an MC that kinda pokes and prods Cain’s boundaries while refusing to confess first. And Cain finds that he likes the way the back and forth feels a little too much. He knows he shouldn’t be indulging in these fleeting, sinful interactions. One moment they’re arguing, Cain says something intentionally hurtful, and then feels guilty but refuses to apologize since he thinks pushing them away is for the greater good. But he always crawls back, and so does MC.

Certain specifics of the tension would greatly depend on how much MC gives Cain a taste of his own medicine. If MC is less confrontational, I could see the whole relationship simmering with resentment, quiet, unresolved hurt, on and off silent treatments. Lots of wordless apologies from Cain for throwing things in MC’s face. But if MC is a bit more intense, I could maybe see at least one argument dissolving into a homoerotic fist fight. But every single time both parties can’t seem to just quit with each other. Altercations are brushed off when other people ask about it, and they’re barely even mentioned when it's just the two of them.

I’m not sure how “involved” Cain would allow himself to be with MC in this scenario. I think it depends almost entirely on how forward MC is with what they want from Cain. But generally I think the most “romantic” thing you would be getting out of him is fleeting physical touches in private and tense cafe visits. I’m sure Cain would be trying to find plenty of excuses to be around MC though, maybe inviting them to certain “haunted” locations at night, asking them to give their input on a broadcast he caught, trying to get some one on one moments. And then he’d feel gross about himself and retreat.

I think that this dynamic would culminate in an argument, which could be sparked by anything. But a fun idea could be that one party tries to kiss the other in the heat of the moment, and it explodes from there. Kind of a combination between the above two subsections, but this is definitely a much broader dynamic that really depends on MC’s behavior.

Cain Figuring Out How to be Regular 

So… Cain is eventually convinced to enter a relationship, let alone a non-heterosexual one. He would still be horrible at making sense of his feelings. Worst person on the planet.

Again, the fact that MC isn’t a woman absolutely does not prevent him from projecting misogynistic ideas onto MC in a committed relationship (he will find a way). Cain is a very insecure person who I imagine is distrustful and not able to let people in. Appearing weak is just something that’s “not allowed” in his mind. Since he definitely views women as weak, I think a consequence of that would be him trying really hard to be the “man one” in the relationship. He would have a hard time opening up, receiving care and comfort, and it would be like pulling teeth to get him to ask for help. He feels as though it would lose him respect if he were to let MC take a more leading role in their relationship, and that’s something he will need to deconstruct and work on. 

Affection and touch would also be incredibly challenging for him. Because the thing is that he doesn’t hate touch, he seems to deeply crave that sort of connection but he feels ashamed and also fearful of it (Mari tumblr post… about MC who falls asleep on their partner… u should go read it). I think he’s embarrassed of asking, and has anxieties about putting himself in the vulnerable position of possible rejection. So if he just pretends he doesn’t need it the feeling will totally go away…

But even though he does seem to want touch, badly, if you’ve been starved for it for years and years it can be kind of overwhelming and upsetting to be touched. In my own experience, my nerves also just got incredibly sensitive to being touched by another person, so it's much easier to be startled, have a “bad looking” reaction to being touched, or just get more overwhelmed with it. I’ve nearly jumped out of my skin when people tap me on the shoulder, I’ve almost hit my friend when they’ve accidentally brushed my side, etc etc. It’s a really weird way to experience the world. And I don’t think Cain has the words to really describe this contradictory feeling, where, yes you want to be touched but it's also a little uncomfortable. So it would be a very slow journey toward acclimating him and reassuring that those two feelings can be true at once. 

All in all, things would have to be taken very slowly. You would need to give him lots of patience, and he would need to learn to do the same. But I do think that eventually he could get to a place where he could be in a healthier dynamic, letting go of ideals that do nothing to help him…. This has gotten to be ten pages on google docs (which is where i draft 😭) and I think this is mostly what I wanted to say for now……. THANK YOU FOR READING OH MY GOD THIS IS LIKE A HOMEWORK PACKET FOR CAIN 💀💀💀 hyperfixation of the century for me bro.

[marchenvillain]

— OC QUESTION MEME !

no particular theme to them, just what i could think of~ feel free to reblog and use for your own oc blogs! sorry if any questions repeat ;;

1. What’s a unique skill they have? Is their any reason why they can do it?

2. What are their favourite possessions? Why? (sentimentality, history, price, etc)

3. Do they get jealous easily? If so, what usually causes it?

4. Are they a good gift-giver? What do they tend to give as gifts?

5. What’s their reputation like? Does this reputation contrast what they’re really like?

6. Do they prefer to have a big social circle, or a few close friends?

7. What’s their “type”? What romantically attracts them to another person?

8. What does their dream house look like?

9. If they could change one part of their appearance, what would it be?

10. What’s a simple thing that brings them joy?

11. What is their dream pet?

12. What’s their position in their friend group? (leader, mom friend, chaos goblin, etc)

13. How forgiving are they? What do they consider unforgivable?

14. Who do they go to in a crisis/emergency? Any particular reason why they choose that person?

15. How good are they at conversation? Are they a small talk master, bad at initiating, etc?

16. What food do they absolutely hate?

17. Do they show a lot of affection, or are they pretty reserved?

18. If you had to represent them with a flower, colour, and animal, what would you choose?

19. What’s their unusual quirk?

20. Are they easy to wake up in the morning, or grouchy and sleepy?

21. What’s their ideal date like?

22. What’s their silliest or most unusual fear/phobia?

23. Is their pain tolerance high or low?

24. Are they a fussy eater?

25. What are their dreams like?

26. Are they technologically savvy?

27. Are they forgetful? What do they tend to forget? (plans, phone, keys, etc)

28. Describe their morning routine.

29. Are they a good cook? If they are, what do they like to make?

30. Do they consider themselves a “hero” or “villain”?

31. What holiday do they like the most? (Christmas, Easter, Valentine’s Day, etc)

32. What are they like at parties? Party animal, or awkwardly sitting in the corner drinking punch and reading?

33. Are they adventurous, or do they prefer to stay in their safe zone?

34. What’s their favourite drink? (Coffee, tea, juice, hot chocolate, soda, etc)

35. Are they good with children?

36. Do they trust easily? What would you have to do to earn their trust?

37. Are they a hopeless romantic, or is that stuff just not for them?

38. Do they get lost easily, or are they good with directions?

39. Are they superstitious?

40. Do they like physical activity, or staying inside?

41. What would they dress up as for Halloween?

42. Do they like fast food, or fancy restaurants?

43. Are they a chaotic bastard, pure angel baby, or tired mom friend?

44. Do they have a good attention span?

45. Are they always late, on time, or early?

46. Do they cry, gasp, laugh, etc, while reading a book, or do they remain relatively stone-faced?

47. Do they keep a diary?

48. How dramatic are they?

49. Do they put a lot of effort into their appearance, or do they just make themselves presentable and go?

50. Why would they be a good partner for a road trip?

51. Why would they be a BAD partner for a road trip?

52. What topic should nobody bring up around them, lest the other person be subject to a massive ramble/rant?

53. Are they clumsy?

54. Are they a law breaker, or stickler for rules?

55. Choose a vine you think perfectly encapsulates their character.

56. Do they like to share?

57. What’s the most chaotic thing they’ve done?

58. Which friend do they immediately become a zero-braincelled idiot around?

59. Do they love or hate surprises?

60. What sappy thing will they cry at? (romance movies, cute cat videos, etc) Would they deny crying about it later on?

61. What’s their favourite and least favourite subject in school?

62. Do they take a lot of photos? If so, what of?

63. Do they wear makeup?

64. Describe what their social media would be like.

65. Do they give people a lot of nicknames?

66. What nicknames do others call them by?

67. What’s an outrageous story about them nobody believes?

68. Are they easy to fluster? What would you have to do to truly fluster them?

69. What’s their dream vacation like?

70. Are they a good liar?

71. What do they want to do in the future?

72. How do they feel about love?

73. Are they more book smarts, or street smarts?

74. What’s their guilty pleasure?

75. Is there anyone they consider their rival?

76. Do they have any notable physical features?

77. What’s their music taste like?

78. What’s something they’re really bad at?

79. Do they have a good sleep schedule?

80. What’s their aesthetic sense like?

81. What’s something they’re really proud of?

82. How would they spend a free day?

83. What are they like as an s/o?

84. What’s one thing they like that they don’t want anyone to know about?

85. Do they have a sweet tooth?

86. How would you describe their fashion sense?

87. Do they like spicy food?

88. Are they lucky? Do they believe in luck?

89. What would they get into a petty argument over?

90. Are they a good artist?

91. Do they prefer hot or cold weather?

92. Can they play an instrument?

93. What type of movies do they like to watch?

94. What does their room look like?

95. How do they feel about bugs? Scared? Fascinated?

96. What’s their sense of humour like? (Dad jokes, morbid humour, basic knock-knock jokes, stand up comedy, etc)

97. What do they keep in their bag?

98. How competitive are they?

99. What would they wear to a formal event? Describe their outfit!

100. If you, the creator, met them, would you two get along?

[ashezzcannonbal]

[run2cain]

≡ DEEP CUT !! CAIN X READER

(in which you feel lowk maternal towards your hike partner ๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : 1410 wds : cain being cain + empathy towards cain : i apologize in advance idk how to write cain dialogues.. and i havent't written anything in a couple years so it might have an awful flow but trust the process ig.

You didn't bother looking back as you shuffled your feet through the overgrown weeds till you reached a lit up gas-station. 

The image of blood dripping down his fingertips was engraved in your mind as you walked towards the store. Your first thought was that he had cut himself during your hike through the woods, but the calm look on his face made you question what your eyes could clearly see. 

The store was mostly empty, shelves and customers alike, but you could feel all the attention in the space had shifted towards you. You couldn't blame them, you had crept in straight from the woods in the middle of the night, panting like you were being hunted.

While pacing through the store, you managed to catch your breath. Even though you knew the cut wasn't deep, your panicked heart wouldn't settle, he was still losing blood. Spending time with Cain meant noticing things such as his constant indifference to pain. Whether physical or psychological, he had always found a way to mask it, act like he was lucky enough not to feel it. But you could tell.

Despite the lack of items on the shelves, you couldn't seem to find anything medicative. Everything seemed to be sorted in an illogical manner, forcing you to disorganize the already confusing setup.

"Did you come here to make a mess?" His voice played softly against your eardrums, yet the proximity made your body recoil-- a quiet gasp escaping your lips. 

Your eyes darted down to his hands immediately, only to find them stuffed in his pockets. You glanced back up to meet his eyes, watching as his lips parted ready to retort, but your sudden turn to an opposing aisle kept him quiet. 

"Are you still bleeding?" You asked cautiously, expecting another dismissal of your concerns. 

"You shouldn't be so afraid of blood. The mortal body is prone to bleeding, and the pain is natural." He pulled his injured hand out of his pocket, a mix of darkened dry blood crusted against his skin and the wet trace of fresh blood building up along his index finger.

A deep frown contorted your face as you looked at his blank expression, "You can't say that and act like it's nothing. If it's so natural, allow yourself to feel it." 

Just as you were on the verge of giving up, a lonely red box at the back of a shelf caught your eye. Before he could pollute your mind with his empty words once more you grabbed it and rushed to the counter. To your surprise, as you stood there waiting to pay for the first aid kit, he stood quietly beside you, hands shoved in his pockets, seemingly already submitting himself to be treated.  

You grabbed the box and made your way out the door allowing him to follow behind. Once you were both out of the store, you took a deep breath making a sharp turn in his direction. His eyes widened for a second, caught off guard at your head-on provocation.

Without a word you extended your palm towards him, inviting him to be in your care. You tried to seem stern about the matter, but your eyes could barely hide your worry. He let out an annoyed sigh as he pulled his hand out of his pocket, placing it on your palm hesitantly. 

You held onto his hand carefully as you examined the wound, glancing up occasionally to meet his tired eyes, searching for any hint of discomfort before proceeding. You let your hand glide gently across his hand to focus on his finger, leaning closer to assess the reality of the situation.

"What are you doing?" His voice cut sharply as his finger shifted slightly out of your grip. You met his gaze with a confused frown before looking around you for a better place to settle. 

"Let's go to the light, I can't see how deep it is." You nodded your head toward the streetlights beside the store. 

As you led him to the side of the convenience store to reach a direct light source, you noticed his expression grow more pensive, eyes fixated on the ground before you. 

You settled yourselves down on the pavement, your body turned to face him still unsure of what he was thinking. Shifting your attention away from him, you opened the kit taking out the necessary supplies.

"Can I?" You pointed to his hand, nestled in his pocket. 

"You can stop acting like it's a fatal wound." The corner of his lips curved up in a smug smile as he pushed his hands deeper into his pockets in refusal. 

"It could become one if you don't let me mend it," you reached out your hand for him once again "I promise I'll be gentle."

He turned his face away avoiding your gaze, reluctantly placing his hand in yours with a deep sigh. A soft smile crept up on your face though you tried to hide it. 

The cut wasn't as light as you thought but it wasn't deep enough to cause panic, so you did the little that you could. His bloodstained hand trembled subtly at your touch, subconsciously preparing himself for the sharp pain to come.

As you soaked a cotton ball in alcohol, you looked up at his face, angled away from you as his lower lip slid between his teeth, biting on the soft flesh. 

"Take a deep breath, it will pass soon." You brushed your thumb rhythmically on the back of his hand, nodding along as he followed your instructions.

His voice tightened as the cotton reached the open wound, a soft groan escaping his lips from the burn. You passed the cloth carefully over the cut a couple times, the sound of his deep breaths echoing in the background. Before you could lift the swab for a last swipe, you felt his hand grip your wrist, holding onto you tightly enough to stop any movement. 

He only turned slightly towards you, but the look on his face made you more nervous than ever. Not because it felt any more threatening or unwelcoming than the usual, but because it was neither of those. A hint of rose splayed on his cheeks, and he gave you this helpless look pleading quietly through his softened gaze, lips parted open with an unspoken plea.

"It... hurts." He mumbled loosening his grip on your hand, and shifting his focus elsewhere. You whispered back a quiet apology, applying ointment to the open flesh before wrapping his finger in a tight band-aid to completely stop the bleeding. 

"All done." You smiled as you sealed the tape shut. He pulled his hand away from yours immediately, scanning the wrapped finger for something to comment on. 

"How inconvenient-" He stopped himself before going further into his critique, instead he watched you tidy the tools back into the box. You met his stare with a puzzled smile, tilting your head as he began to speak once more.

"You wasted the night on such an insignificant matter. The midnight murk is long gone." He let his head fall back slightly resting on the wall behind you to stare at the brightening navy sky above. For a moment, he shut his eyes taking in the fresh air, letting in the early morning bird's refrain.

He looked at peace, oddly enough, despite the constant furrow in his eyebrows, and the agitated corners of his lips itching to say more.

You mirrored his composure, eyes shut, soaking in the morning dew. A few beats passed before you realised you were plunging into a deeper slumber, blinking your eyes open you realised you were the only one on the ground.

Cain towered over you now, his hands both shoved in his jacket pockets, hair dancing in the breeze as he looked down at you. A shiver washed over your body, though you were unsure whether it came from the wind or the cold blank stare that weighed down on you.

"Thanks... though I can't promise to return such... care." He didn't sound grateful, barely audible from the ground where you sat, but he made sure to flash that smile, just lopsided enough to tease you.

"Keep your eyes ahead, it's not quite daytime yet." He turned away before you could respond, leaving you there as he walked off.

[iswho]

Cain & the cipher

A few weeks ago I posted a deciphered version of the "Don't turn on the lights :-)" email in the comments on itch.io, since then I've noticed that Cain tweets from time to time in said cipher.

I marked with red the letters replaced by the square symbol - b, c, and m.

As far as I know, 3 of the characters (Jiho, Genesis, and Cain) have Twitter accounts. At the moment I've only looked through Cain's. I will not be analyzing his entire account and posts, but I might try that in another post in the future.

Firstly, his bio includes the same exact cipher, only mirrored, read from right to left.

Translation: "He who walks in shadow". As you can see "e" is now "l", and "k" is "ɹ". He seems to switch it up a bit every other tweet.

This directly references the contents of the emails. On the 19th of October, he does not know the cause of this occurrence.

"Let the sediment settle until the bottom of the glass looks like coal dust. Leave it on the table. It's the same thing that took the color out of the rocks in the creek. It's the same thing that's making the neighbor's dog stop barking."

The email is sent on May 14, by a person who lives in the same neighborhood as Cain, using the same exact cipher, with minor differences.

I'm not sure what timeline the Twitter accounts follow, if the dates are not of importance or if they're meticulously planned in advance, but I'll take both scenarios into consideration: the email could either be sent by Cain himself, or by a third party who has probably come into contact with him in one way or another.

Cain frequently mentions having a Reddit account, but sadly I could not find it.

I compiled all his encrypted tweets (tweets presenting simple glitched text that can't be made any sense of were not included):

"smell, taste, touch, sound, sight, five walls. five months, five decades, five..."

Not sure if the glitched parts have any significance

"I see (?)e code it's bea-iful and it's bleedingbleedingbleeding -do (FVB) read my? I think I can rea(e)ch (FVB)" -in parantheses is the original text

I think (FVB) might mean "you" but that would break all conventions basically. If anyone has any other ideas, let me know in the comments.

"If I crane my head just right, I can see the edge of the- world;; but it's all scan lines and colors. They're burning into my vision. im looki- too deeply."

"yes, i went back, i wonder if something lik- the tuscan sword is buried there. --only explanation of why i feel so drawn to it. a mellage(?)… --one that was for me, and yet got lost."

This time its not mirrored and it's read from left to right. And the letter x makes its debut for the first time as "G".

This cipher is completely new! Also not mirrored

"Solus Cum Solo, In Loco Remtoro, Non Cogitabuntuo oraae Pater Noster.

the five sounds of christ. the five foolish virgins. four walls and a ceaing. or maybe four limbs and a head. we are all trapped in a pentagram of fesho.

i need fresh eyes. i need help."

There seem to be a few typos in the original, this is what I think i should be: " Solus cum solo, in loco remoto non cogitabuntur orare Pater Noster.

the five sounds of christ. the five foolish virgins. four walls and a ceasing. or maybe four limbs and a head. we are all trapped in a pentagram of flesh.

i need fresh eyes. i need help."

The latin phrase roughly translates to "Alone with the [One] Alone, in a remote place, they will not be thinking to pray the Our Father"

It is the title of Chapter 13, Book Eighth, Volume III of Les Misérables by Victor Hugo.

And another new cipher! This one is mirrored, read right to left.

"She used to say every secret is stone you're asking God to carry. I must be a mountain by now; The tonnage of it makes my bones feel like glass. I wonder how much pressure it'll take to finally turn me into light."

As of today (May 1st) those are all instances of Cain & the cipher.

Feel free to share your thoughts!

[octavinellis]

THE FROG INCIDENT

HOW TO LOSE ALL YOUR SUITORS IN SEVEN DAYS: PROLOGUE

꒰ CHAPTER ONE ꒱ A trip to Mr. S’s Mystery Shop left your friends in possession of an ancient magical brooch, but thanks to Ace’s impulsiveness, it nearly sparked a scandal between the island’s two schools.

AUTHOR’S NOTES: first chapter is here!!! I’m still HATING this layout and formatting but when I do have the time I will fix it, trust!! I’m a very trustworthy Theo!!!! Also, not proofreading bc my eyes are hurting

Grim was restless, hopping from one side to the other, but the group was already used to that. Ace, as always, was the engine driving his friends toward trouble. This time, however, they weren't all that unhappy to go along with him.

He gestured expansively with an arrogant smirk, convinced that the solution to all their problems was hidden on the dark shelves of Sam’s shop. "We’re going to solve two problems at once! Our friend comes back to us, no boyfriend, no shady suitor, and that jerk will see that he shouldn’t mess with us."

"Are you really going to spend money on something like that?" Jack asked as they walked toward Mr. S's Mystery Shop.

"You didn't disagree when we were at the table, don't start now," Ace said. "Sam has magical trinkets we can't even imagine!"

The group's initial reluctance was quickly dissolved by the urgency of the situation—ahem, jealousy—, and they moved forward, driven by a reckless impulse.

It was the perfect opportunity, since the prefect was momentarily busy, having gone to get cleaning supplies in Foothill Town because Crowley had forgotten to restock the dorm’s cleaning cupboard.

"What if they runs into Azul in town?" Epel asked, the bell on the door chiming as they entered the establishment.

"Even better. When we get out of here, we’ll go straight after them. But he doesn’t really go there that much, so…" the redhead replied with a wicked grin, heading to the counter. "Wait? He’s not—"

"Looking for something, little demon?" Sam threw an arm around Deuce's shoulders, making him jump in fright. "My friends from the other side told me it’s something special…"

"We need something to make someone less attractive," Epel said, stepping forward, "…or something to stop him from flirting. That would be enough, I guess.”

"Ah. Matters of the heart." Sam laughed aloud, his shadow following his lead before it disappeared behind a shelf. "I have the perfect item for that!"

"Is it temporary?" Jack watched the shadow crawl along the floor and up the wall, handing its master what looked like a pendant, a crystal.

"Mhm." He replied, humming while he polished the object.

"Harmless?"

"As much as possible," Sam extended his hand, offering it to whichever boy was brave enough to take it. "Place this on the object of your… disdain, and he shall become exactly what he deserves to be."

"Nhwag! And what is that supposed to mean!?" Grim jumped onto the counter, tilting his head in suspicion.

Sam let out a low laugh, his eyes gleaming with mischievous malice under the dim light of the shop. "That, my little monster, depends entirely on the soul of the one who carries it. Don't think too much about the 'whys,' magic is just a bit dramatic sometimes. Don't you trust your host?"

Ace didn't waste time. With a shrug and a confident smirk, he grabbed the brooch—it was a violet crystal encased in a metal structure that vaguely resembled twisted roots. "Perfect. He deserves something quite ridiculous, doesn't he?"

After a generous payment, they left the shop without much hurry. As they crossed the town gate, the atmosphere of the village seemed normal…until they spotted the prefect standing near a fountain, talking to a young man with refined features and clothes that didn't look cheap at all.

"Who’s the guy she's laughing so much with?" Jack asked, frowning.

"That's the prince from the Scalding Sands!" Grim grumbled. "I've seen him before! When we were hanging out with Jamil!"

"I thought Kalim was the prince…" Deuce scratched his head.

"What is a guy from RSA doing here?" Epel blinked. "As if the idiots from our own school weren't enough…"

They approached discreetly, but Ace’s goal shifted instantly.

He was no longer interested in Azul. The sight of Minajael—so polished, so perfect, and so inconvenient—was the new target of his disdain. "These playboys…"

"Hey! Prefect!" Ace called out, forcing a radiant smile.

She turned, surprised. "Ace? What are you guys doing here?" She blinked, looking down to see Grim rubbing his head against her leg.

"We were just nearby, taking care of some... business," Jack replied, trying to reprimand Ace with a look, but the redhead was already invading the personal space between them and Minajael.

He stopped next to the prince, giving an exaggerated pat on the RSA boy's shoulder, as if they were old friends. "So, the new guy in town, huh?"

"I’ve been here longer than you," Minajael arched an eyebrow but kept a polite posture, as he was an acquaintance of the prefect. "You must be one of the prefect's classmates..."

As Minajael turned to greet him, Ace slid his hand behind the prince's shoulder, the brooch hidden in his palm, ready to attach it. "Classmates? Is that what they said? How modest, we’re best friends, you know?"

It was a quick, practiced movement, but the moment Ace's fingers touched the fabric of Minajael's coat, the brooch gave a metallic click, the pin piercing them both somehow.

Minajael jumped, and the redhead let out a shout of surprise, his finger hurting, trying to pull the brooch off, but it was magnetically stuck to both of them, pulling them closer together.

"What the—?!" Minajael exclaimed, losing his royal composure as a thick, purplish smoke began to emanate from where the brooch was stuck.

"Ace, you idiot, what did you do?!" Deuce screamed, lunging forward, but the flash of light blinded the group. When their vision returned to normal, they were left speechless.

On the ground, where the elegant RSA prince had been, there was now a small Bengal tiger, the size of a large cat. The animal growled, looking up and then down, its paws patting the stone ground in agitation.

Beside him, however, the animal was… less majestic. A small frog, skinny like a toad and reddish in color. He looked at his own little paws, then opened his mouth to squawk.

The animal jumped clumsily toward the Prefect, who recoiled, almost kicking it in fear if not for Deuce stopping them.

Minajael didn't seem confused by his new form; he looked irritated. He fixed his brownish eyes on the reddish frog, and with a spring, pounced on him. Epel tried to hold him back, almost tripping over his own shoes.

Ace kept jumping away, trying to dodge, and emitting sounds that sounded more like screams than croaks. He jumped clumsily onto his friend's legs, and the prefect yelled, "Get off! Get off!" They swatted him away, throwing him back onto the ground.

"I hope he actually eats that idiot for doing something so dumb!" Grim ran in circles, trying to grab the tiger's tail, but Minajael was too fast, ignoring everyone and focusing solely on hunting the amphibian.

After a few minutes of a humiliating chase, they managed to contain the two. Minajael was huffing, trapped inside a reinforced basket that Epel had grabbed from a nearby stall, while Ace was contained inside a glass jar.

"Now what?" Deuce asked, sweating cold. "If the headmaster finds out about this... I can't get expelled because of this idiot..."

"And again, I have to fix your messes," the prefect said, wiping the sweat from their forehead with an expression of pure frustration and anger directed straight at the glass where the frog was.

"I'm really sorry, it was an emergency," the prefect rubbed their temples, taking a deep breath to avoid picking up one of the trays and burying their friend's face in it.

Azul laughed, observing the brooch. "Don't worry, we're good friends, aren't we? It's only natural for me to lend a hand when you need it."

After returning to normal, Ace swore it was just a toy meant for pranks.

"We just wanted to test the toy! Nobody knew it would go wrong!" He had sputtered.

Azul pretended to believe him. He knew exactly that it wasn't a simple store trinket, but he had no intention of telling the prefect. If he could keep the item and still keep the group in his debt for "solving" the problem, it would be the perfect deal.

"I'm glad it didn't turn into a bigger scandal, it's good that you chose to trust me over Headmaster Crowley,” Azul sighed, closing his hand over the brooch and hiding it in his sleeve. "Imagine the disaster: an expulsion and a diplomatic incident on top of it."

The door to Azul's office closed with a metallic click, echoing through the empty hall of the Mostro Lounge.

The group stared at her apprehensively, Deuce being the first to break the silence with his voice choked by anxiety. "So?"

Grim, who was balanced on Jack's shoulder, was visibly trembling. "Did he ask for a lot? That octopus doesn't do anything for free, you know that! Damn, this is what happens when you trust Ace!"

The prefect stopped walking and sighed. "It's all resolved, I talked to Minajael before he left."

"Thank the Seven," Epel exhaled in relief.

"But what about Azul?" Jack insisted, taking a step forward, his expression serious. "Did he accept the brooch as payment? What did he ask for in exchange for solving this whole mess?"

She shrugged, starting to walk toward the exit of the establishment without giving room for more questions. "Azul has his methods, and I have mine. The matter is closed. I don't want to hear another word about what happened; it will be worse if it reaches Crowley."

"Hey, wait a minute!" Ace tried to protest. "We were just playing around! No need to be like that—"

"We!?" The rest screamed in unison.

꒰ TAGLIST ꒱ @viiva-lomarica @angelyuurei @marina27826123 @lily-jung @poor-unfortunate-sardine @tacharie @hvhv0987 @simping4malleus @sollll---lllllll @pipmyboy

[mirawakestudios]

what are all the easter eggs in wan2talk pleaseeee mira :( i cant get ilyas

heres a mini list! i'll be adding more in the future xD you can get these if you if you input them as usernames for hauntnet - fawk - misterworldwide - ilya - ominoussilence - sourdough - lanebbd - helloyinny - copiklagrogu - louangelmallory these easter eggs are mostly inside jokes or little references to friends and people who have helped me out in some way, shape, or form! (֊⎚ ω ⎚)

[mirawakestudios]

MIRA I BEG OF YOU PLS HOW CAN WE GO TO THE FORTUNE TELLER ALONE? IM NOT THAT SMART😭😭😭

LMFAOO OKAY OKAY spoilers below

bump into the mysterious man again by ditching silas in his route! this will also unlock some other stuff in other routes xD

[mika-the-xd]

𐔌 . ⋮ 𝟏𝟬𝗸 𝑳𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝑬𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦▶𐙚 As the ever loving lover girl that you are, you've had crushes with the NRC students in the past, and you've made love letters of them— now it's burried in your notes app for many months now.

However, what happens when Grim, your ever loving son, accidentally sends all of it to them— all seperate to the receiver of course. And what happens when you eventually find out?

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦▶𐙚 friends to lovers, fluff, SMAU, second chances, love letters, confessions, harem, Yuu! reader, yearner! NCR boys, messy drama, lover girl! reader, dandere! reader, gender neutral! reader, confession walls

𝗔/𝗡▶𐙚 My ass was trying to think of an event of yk my 10k likes and I remembered that I once sent my friend a love letter that I wrote to my crush and they said "do you want me to send this to him" ME THINKING SHE WAS JOKIN SAID "sure lol" AND SHE DID SHE ACTUALLY DID- and I thought yk what ima do project this to the twst ccast heheheheh

▶𐙚𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗪𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

╰─➤ 𝓟rologue

- it all goes down hill from here. Grim thought it was the right message, you thought you could trust Grim. Now what?

╰─➤ 𝓣he first years ver.

- 𝘼ct #1

╰─➤ 𝓣he second years ver.

- 𝘼ct #1

╰─➤ 𝓣he third years ver.

- 𝘼ct #1

[thesunshinebunny]

What happened after midnight?

SUMMARY: Blame the Unbirthday revelry, the spiked punch, the swirl of sweets and music. Blame your own daring, if you must— But you can’t blame fate when you find yourself tangled in the sheets of the one you secretly longed for all along.

CHARACTERS: Trey Clover / Leona Kingscholar / Jade Leech / Jamil Viper / Idia Shroud / Silver x F!Yuu (Reader) 50% chance to a have a few new characters at the end

TAGS: Spicy, a bit of smut, sugar coating fluff, sloppy and a bit of crack, drunk sex.

WARNING: porn with plot, nudity, unprotected sex (always wrap it up!!), oral fixation, oral sex (reciving and giving), fingering, mild gagging, mild dirty talk, pet names, lost of virginity.

COMMENTS: All characters are +18 Part two here - Part three here

Divider @enchanthings

Unbirthday parties at NRC always follow the rules—the oh-so-“questionable” rules of Heartslabyul—but for some reason, whether it’s the music or the sheer number of another dorms guests, the tension released after finals, or maybe just the chaos of other dorms sharing food, sweets, and drinks right in Riddle’s territory, this party doesn’t even feel… unusual anymore.

Maybe it’s also the fact that Ace is way too quiet in the corner, hunched over himself, trying (and failing) to hide a rather large vial in his hand. You know that when Ace has that mischievous smile and not a shred of remorse in sight, nothing good can come out of the redhead; and this occasion won’t be an exception. Especially not after you saw him pour that very vial into the punch bowl.

“Trappola tradition,” you hear him say. It seems his older brother has passed down the baton for the worst prank.

Whatever Ace poured in there, the air gets sweeter, tinged with a rainbow of colors, with that feeling you get when you finally come of age and know exactly what you want and desire, and that hint of something not entirely legal for a school campus.

Someone, probably Floyd, starts chanting, “Chug! Chug! Chug!” and Epel’s already on his second drink, trying to prove he can handle alcohol better than anyone. Grim, meanwhile, is busy fishing out slices of floating fruit, muttering about the injustice of being banned from the dessert table.

Riddle tries to keep his composure, doing his best not to think about the countless rules being broken in his own lounge, but the blush on his cheeks and the way he wobbles from side to side give him away—he’s not immune to the spirit of the party… and maybe he’s already had a taste of the punch.

You try to take it easy, but it’s hard when everyone keeps handing you drinks, plates of fruit, little candies with mysterious fillings. The world feels slow and slippery, like honey running through your veins, and suddenly you’re part of a tightly packed crowd in the lounge, shoulders pressed together, glasses raised, clinking them to the beat of a song nobody quite remembers the words to.

You catch Ruggie stuffing three types of chocolate into his pockets—not before slipping a couple into your hands, though. “Eat up! Or you’ll regret it tomorrow.” Kalim drags you onto the dance floor, his laughter easy, his hands never still, bracelets jingling as he spins you through the crowd.

The drinks get sweeter, the candies and fruits stronger. You lose track of how much you’ve had after the third glass. Laughter floats in the air, yours mixing with theirs.

You remember Vil’s perfume enveloping you as his knuckles brush along your cheek, making you shiver. “Having fun, darling?”

You just nod before walking to the other side of the room to separate Ace and Deuce—apparently both are on the verge of causing nuclear disaster in the middle of the lounge over who can fit more marshmallows in their mouth. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Leona sprawling even lazier than usual across the sofa, and Malleus… well, laughing and making the air tremble a little.

Everything that came after you remember in lazy waves: laughter blooming warm in your chest, the tickle of someone’s breath on your ear; someone tucking a wildflower behind your ear—was it a white or red rose? It doesn’t matter, 'cause seconds later someone else snatches it away with their teeth and a grin that’s barely even trying to be subtle.

The music pounds in your ears until, at some point, everything settles and you’re wrapped in silence. You remember flashes in that quiet: lips tasting of chocolate pressed to yours, teeth biting your throat, hands brushing your skin under your clothes, laughter melting into moans.

Your hands are everywhere, entwined with someone else’s, tangled in soft strands of hair, clutching a shirt as you fumble with the buttons, at a belt, at the bedsheets, everything is heat, color, and taste. The world tilts and spins and you let go, trusting in the madness of it all, in the hands gripping your waist, in the mouth claiming you, in that lovely sensation of being wanted, claimed, and utterly ruined all at once and in every possible way.

When you finally wake up, the light is all wrong and comes in without asking permission, your thighs feel heavy and there’s that pleasant tingle between them, something itches at your neck, and you’ve got hair in your face.

Your head hurts—no, scratch that, your head is pounding and trying to open your eyes is a very bad idea right now. You take a deep breath and the pain’s still there, hammering away, demanding you face the day.

╌╌╌╌╌╌𖤐☽༓☾𖤐╌╌╌╌╌╌𖤐☽༓☾𖤐╌╌╌╌

Trey

When you slowly turn your head, you find Trey sleeping on his stomach, one lazy arm under the pillow, hair a mess but annoyingly attractive. You assume his glasses are on his nightstand, the sheets dangerously low over his hips.

His hips… bare.

His chest is bare too.

You look down at your own body and—bingo—you’re naked too.

And these aren’t your sheets, this isn’t your pillow, and obviously, this isn’t your dorm bed.

Holy… fuck.

You try to remember, even with the pounding headache, half mortified, half… half what, exactly? Surprised? Embarrassed? Or just utterly satisfied to have such a god lying next to you?

Flashes hit you without warning: the warmth of Trey’s hand guiding you away from the crowd, his soft laughter by your ear, both of you laughing at some joke only the two of you found funny, stumbling together until you crashed into bed.

The taste of icing and the sweetness of strawberries on Trey’s lips when he kissed you fiercely; did he feed you with his fingers, or did you steal the flavor right from his mouth?

His hands roaming every inch of you, his palms warm; his tongue scandalous, licking you slow and deep, teasing your clit, sliding between your wet folds, holding your hips so you couldn’t escape.

Him straightening up, wiping his mouth with his thumb, looking you right in the eyes.

You felt the tip of his cock pressing against your wet pussy, sliding in slowly, panting against your lips, deep strokes, but completely sensual.

“You like how I fill you up, right? You’re so wet, so beautiful,” he’d murmured against your ear, holding one of your legs up over his shoulder to push even deeper.

The way he held both your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half, thrusting over and over, deep, hitting your sweet spot, probably making you scream.

Trey’s name on your lips when he made you cum, slipping two fingers inside you to stretch you even more while his cock was still buried deep.

The moment he held you after it was all over, the fingers of one hand tangled in your hair and the other lazily drawing circles on your back.

Trey shifts, stretching and opening one eye, still half-asleep. He gives you a small, crooked smile when he sees you—serene… and breath taking.

“Good morning.”

Goddamn, even his voice is too sexy...add that rough, low tone and you’re already wet again.

“Did you sleep well? Headache?”

Is it that obvious?

“Uh… yeah, yeah, a little.”

Trey sits up and the sheets slide dangerously lower, lower, on his hips. You try not to look… but fail.

Obviously you fail, who are we kidding? The view of this man’s torso alone is enough to make you start drooling. Those strong arms from all that kneading, the abs, the broad shoulders, and…

Marks?

He has marks on his neck?

Some are obviously hickeys… others look like the start of scratches that trail down his back.

You bite your lip, desperate to look at his back, to see the scratches you obviously left, and see how strong his muscles are there.

“Did we…?” It’s a dumb question—you obviously had sex—but you need to hear it from him.

“Yup… several times, actually.”

The heat that rushes to your cheeks is uncontrollable, almost the same shade of red as his bed curtains.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

“Are you regretting it?”

Please, this man can’t be any sweeter or he’d cause diabetes.

Trey kisses your temple when he realizes there’s not even a hint of regret, or fear, or doubt.

Then, he gets up and starts looking for something to wear before going to get breakfast.

OH MY GOD THAT BODY!!!

And the scratch marks from your nails down his back, and his ass… and his cock, half-hard.

Trey notices you’re basically devouring him with your eyes… “Do you want breakfast, or do you want me to jog your memory with another round?”

He winks at you before pulling on his glasses, boxers and uniform pants and leaving the room to get you something to eat and something for your hangover.

Ah… you could die peacefully in that bed.

Leona

It’s the heat that you notice first—something heavy and solid pressing against you from behind, half-sprawled over your side, as if you were a possession. His possession

Your nose fills with a musky, warm, spiced scent, with hints of something… wild. It’s accompanied by the soft, steady sound of breathing.

You try to open your eyes, but the light only makes things worse, so you’re forced to rely on your other instincts and sensations.

You feel something wrapping around your leg, something soft, moving, tickling you lightly with part of its fur.

Wait… fur?

Is he holding you with a tail?

A TAIL?!

You force one eye open and the first thing you see, in all its glorious splendor, is Leona’s bare chest pressed against your back, one arm wrapped around your stomach.

You follow the line of that arm and realize you’re naked too…

You lift the sheets. Yep. Very naked.

Your skin tingles and your hips ache, your thighs feel like jelly, clear evidence that the bed wasn’t used just for sleeping.

You try to move, but Leona’s arm is like an iron bar, stopping you from even sitting up, his fingers tightening possessively on your hip. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel his tail slide upward, his ears twitch.

“Going somewhere, little mouse?” His voice is deep and rough right by your ear.

You turn your head and meet the lion’s wide green eyes, far too awake for this early in the morning. He gives you a half-smile, one fang showing, dangerously smug and a little arrogant… well, very arrogant.

That look is unmistakably that of a predator about to pounce on its prey.

You pull the sheets up to cover yourself a bit more, as if there were any way to hide a nakedness that had clearly already been explored hours ago for… quite a while.

“What happened last night?” Your mind is racing and your heart feels like it’s about to leap out of your chest.

Leona growls softly, though he doesn’t seem to care in the slightest that you’re covering your “modesty.”

“After how loud you were all night, I figured you’d remember at least something.”

Your face goes nuclear red. You clutch the sheet tighter, but it’s useless. You’re in his bed, in his territory.

“Did we… sleep together?”

“Sleep?” You hear a low, amused scoff from his chest. “Oh, we did more than sleep… want me to remind you?”

He doesn’t need to. Your body does it for him.

Not only do you feel the dampness between your thighs, but there are bite marks along them, already starting to bruise, traitors that reveal just how intimate last night was.

You can feel a few on your neck and collarbone too; they don’t hurt, but you know they’re going to be bright red well into the morning.

Your own memories begin to surface: your hands in his hair as you both devoured each other’s mouths in the hallway, his low, rough voice murmuring when he finally pulled back, “Do you want me to take you to my bed, or do you want me to wreck you right here in the hallway?”

His lips moving from your shoulder down to your breasts, massaging one with his large palm while he trapped your nipple between his lips, licking it and making you arch your back.

“Say my name, again. Do it again” every time you moaned with each thrust. Your face buried in the pillow while he took you from behind, relentless and unhurried, panting heavily over you.

His hands roaming your entire body, strong, confident, taking what he wanted without asking; his teeth grazing your neck. Was it just one bite he left, or several?

His name on your lips every time he made you cum, even when he was nowhere near finishing himself. Pride mixing with hunger as he felt you clench those soft walls around his cock.

The boldness in your voice when you begged for more and more. “Please, harder… harder, Leona” How could he possibly say no?

You remember being on top of him, legs spread wide as you rode him desperately, thighs shaking; him leaning back, hands behind his head, enjoying his private show.

His strong hands on your ass, “helping” you move faster, impaling you with every thrust.

Leona coming inside you, holding you tight against him. “That’s it, little mouse, fill yourself up with me”

“You were wild—I barely managed to get your clothes off,” Leona pulls you out of your thoughts as he props himself up on one arm without a hint of shame, his body fully on display.

“Not that I’m complaining. You were pretty insistent when you rode me and asked for a second round. And a third.”

You let out a small squeak and cover your face with both hands. “Please, stop.”

Leona straightens and takes your hands in his, pinning them above your head against the pillow; he flips you onto your back with ridiculous ease, looming over you with a feral grin. You’re caged, completely at his mercy.

And gods, his body lit by the morning sunlight is far too delicious.

“You look incredibly tempting.” His gaze roams over your face and body, barely covered by the sheets.

He gives your shoulder a small bite and laughs when you let out a little yelp. “Want another round? Or breakfast so you don’t pass out on top of me?”

You glare at him, cheeks burning; you want to strangle him. Or kiss him. Possibly both.

“Breakfast… then we’ll see.”

He pecks your lips softly. “Good girl.” And then he gets out of bed without the slightest bit of modesty, tail swaying, letting you admire the scratch marks trailing down his back.

Jade

Why does the silence feel like you’ve been swallowed by the sea?

And why does it smell like seawater? And sea salt?

The room is so dim that the few rays of light filtering through the curtains make strange patterns on the bed.

And it’s a kind of dimness you haven’t seen in Ramshackle for a long time… which means, this is not your room.

Everything hurts; your throat is raw, your lips are swollen, your body heavy, like something squeezed you until there was nothing left.

You try to move but there’s a hand on your belly, a thumb lazily drawing small circles on your bare skin.

Bare skin…

BARE SKIN?!?!

You sit up—and it’s a very bad idea. The hangover slams into your head and you bring your hand up to your temple.

“Ah… looks like you’ve got a hangover, and considering how eager you were last night…”

You turn your head to find Jade’s smile—small and polite, but absolutely terrifying.

“Does my pearl need something to make her morning… more productive?”

“Jade…” your voice comes out hoarse and rough, and you cough, trying to clear the discomfort.

“Ah, I warned you I might wear you out. Seems I was right, hm?”

The memories hit you so hard they make your headache worse:

Jade pulling you away from the party, an astute glint in his eyes and his voice serene yet venomous, coaxing you into the comfort of his room—his bed.

His hands stripping away every piece of clothing until you stood naked before him, his fingers mapping your sensitive skin, anticipating every tremor, seeking out what made you sigh, moan, or arch.

Your boldness as you made him sit and you knelt in front of him, your lips around his cock, trying to take him deeper and deeper. His praises made your pussy wet and made you want to do better, his hands in your hair guiding you, helping you choke on him.

Your eyes brimming with tears when you looked up and saw him smiling, pleased, fingers caressing your cheek before plunging you into a fast, unkind rhythm, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

Your own mouth screaming in pleasure as he took you from behind, you on all fours on the bed, ass up, completely at the mercy of his hands and hips.

“Come on, little pearl, cum for me” the authority in his voice, impossible to resist, every word a praise tangled with a command.

Your climax hitting so hard it left you sprawled on the bed; Jade grabbing your head so you couldn’t move, your screams muffled by the pillow as he found a better angle to fuck you, making you cum again.

The taste of his cum when he made you take him back into your mouth and spill inside.

You swallow, trying to speak, but all that comes out is a shaky, ruined, “holy shit”

He runs his thumb over your hip bone, where the bruise from his grip is already fading… only to grab you there again, just as hard as you barely remember.

“Overwhelmed, maybe? Though I must say… you were so hungry for me you nearly made me mistake you for a predator.”

Jade sits up and the sheets slide even lower on his hips. He’s so tall it feels like he could cover you completely. He admires the bites and marks he left all over your chest, shoulders, and neck.

You’re his own personal canvas, and the fact that there are still places left unmarked… it’s intoxicating to him.

He pushes you back, slipping between your legs again, hands running along your sides before gripping your thighs and positioning them around his hips.

“Dare to tell me you regret it, little one.” When you shake your head, terrified but just as aroused, he adjusts your legs around his hips, letting you feel how half-hard and hungry for you he still is.

“Excellent,” he kisses the tip of your nose before rolling his hips, brushing against your clit. “So, do you want another round or some tea for that poor throat?”

You shiver, completely lost to his movements and the pleasure slowly building inside you.

“I won’t let you surface just yet, my pearl”

Jamil

For a few blissful seconds you think you’re safe in your own bed, within the walls of Ramshackle… until the scent of countless spices fills the air. Clove, cinnamon, something deep and intoxicating, spicy.

Yeah… you’re not in Ramshackle.

Is it wise to open your eyes with the sunlight filtering in through the window? Unfortunately, you’ll have to.

Eyes open and a hammering headache, you recognize the décor: elegant, gold details, Arabic architecture… Looks like you ended up in Scarabia.

Okay, one problem solved; now… who’s breathing against your neck, slow and steady?

You turn just enough to see the mess of dark tousled hair belonging to Jamil, splayed across the sheets and pillow. He’s on his stomach, facing you, eyes closed but with a small smile on his lips; his arm stretched out across your hips, giving you slow, gentle caresses.

You blink—once, twice, three times.

One more, just to give your brain a chance to process that his torso is bare and the sheets are dangerously low.

You freeze, memories hitting you in dizzying flashes through your hangover: his eyes shining in the half-light, pinning you with his gaze from across the lounge, like he was drawing you to him with nothing but his eyes.

Your body pressed to his while he whispered something in your ear that had nothing to do with the party, but still made your cheeks flush… more than they already were from the punch.

His hands, so careful with everything he handles, guiding you into a different kind of dance—one that didn’t need music or an audience; your laughter mixing with his before finding your lips, his mouth hungry.

The taste of spicy spices, and a hint of mint, with every kiss and stroke of his tongue across your skin, intoxicating and making you shiver.

Jamil kneeling at the edge of the bed, grabbing your feet and pulling you toward the edge so he could run his tongue along your soaked folds and slip it inside. Sucking on your clit until you were shaking.

The cry of his name when he made you cum with his fingers inside, curved and massaging your most sensitive spot.

His voice in your ear, soft but commanding, ordering, “Look at me, habibti” every word coaxing you closer to the edge. Sharp images of your wrists pinned above your head by his hands, of how he made you arch for him, Jamil’s long hair falling over your face as he watched you from above, his pupils blown wide and a bead of sweat trailing down his neck.

Your legs shaking, the pressure of his hand on your throat while he pounded into you again and again, his hips driving hard, his abs rubbing against your belly; his movements calculated, slow when you were desperate, brutal when you begged.

You let out a whimper, and that’s when Jamil opens his eyes. He blinks, then his gaze sharpens, lazy and sly.

“Morning”

Your mouth is dry, cheeks blazing. “Oh my Sevens… what happened last night?”

Jamil kisses your shoulder, moving up to your collarbone, your neck, up to your jaw before giving you a little bite.

“You don’t remember anything?”

“Fr-fragments.”

You feel his hand sliding down your thigh… and realize you’re also naked under the sheets.

Okay, yep, we fucked… got it.

“You were bold. Even eager.”

His hand slides up, up, reaching the wetness between your legs. Your skin lights up and a jolt runs down your spine.

“I regret not doing this sooner,” is all he says before claiming your lips again, his fingers slipping inside.

You moan into his mouth, biting his lower lip, heart stumbling—but all you care about is melting in Jamil’s arms.

“Let me take care of you, habibti,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I’ll make you forget about your hangover”

And when Jamil pulls you back under the sheets, you’re pretty sure you don’t want to remember anything but this.

Idia

The silence in the room is so intense it feels like you can hear your own breathing and heartbeat.

The first thing you notice is that the bed feels… off—not the pseudo-comfort you remember from your bed in Ramshackle.

Second, your head is about to explode; third, you’re naked and there’s a chill in the air, as if warmth doesn’t exist, making every hair on your body stand on end.

You crack one eye open, grateful that the blue light is diffuse and not too harsh, though it still hurts to look at.

Blue light… you turn your head and see a glowing skull. On the other side, way too many monitors crammed onto a single desk, one of those screens has thirty code windows open.

You bolt upright when you realize you’re not just in Idia’s room… you’re completely naked in Idia’s room.

There’s a groan beside you, the creak of bedsheets, and movement.

You turn around; a chaos of blue hair, pale bare shoulders, and a pair of yellow glowing eyes blinking at you from behind a curtain of messy hair.

Idia stares at you, mouth open, emitting a high-pitched, static-like whine; the ends of his blue hair turning pink, then pure red from embarrassment.

There’s a sound like a computer blue-screening right before Idia lets out a strangled squeak, scrambling backwards to put distance between you...then promptly falls off the bed with a loud crash.

“HOLY SHIT, IDIA!! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

“N-NO!! I’M NOT OKAY!! Wh-what did we do last night? Ohgodoh godohgodohgod—”

Idia grabs a pillow, but no matter how hard he tries, he’s bigger and taller than it.

He’s about to combust

“I died last night and on my way to the dorm something hit my head and I died again, and got isekai’d to some forbidden erotic world…”

You reach over and pinch his arm hard to bring him back to reality. “Ow!”

“This is real, Idia! We actually had sex!”

Heat rushes up your neck as flashes of last night come back: your hands on his, surprisingly warm, pulling him close to you in the middle of the party. Shy smiles, nervous giggles.

Idia’s inexperienced lips on your neck, his hands awkwardly squeezing your hips until you taught him how to hold you right.

His monotone voice now a whisper, full of need and want, “Are you sure? I-I’ve never—” and yours, suddenly bold, telling him you want him now.

The blue fire of his hair lighting up the darkness of his room and the naked skin of you both; the nervous way he looked at you and touched you, learning with every move of your hands over his on your hips, your breasts.

His eyes going wide as you guided his fingers to your clit and whispered in his ear how wet you were for him; his long, slender fingers working magic between your folds, barely realizing what he was doing.

Idia stammering as he tried to put on the condom backwards and failed—twice—begging you for help between gasps and awkward laughter. “Why is this so complicated? This… never happens in doujins…”

The exact moment he entered you for the first time, his breath hitching, a sharp, surprised moan as he felt himself inside you—slick and completely ready for him to go deeper, harder; to be entirely his.

Him finishing ‘embarrassingly’ fast (according to him). But all it did was make you want another round, and another, and another.

His lips traveling down your neck and, in a moment of sheer daring and lust, squeezing your breasts together to suck and bite your nipples at the same time, making you arch your back to give him more and more.

The way he moaned your name when you rode him for the first time, desperate not to finish too soon again, but absolutely mesmerized by the sight of your body so free and needy for him.

You taking complete control, hands on his chest, grinding your hips to rub your clit against his pelvis and clench your soft walls around his cock.

Idia groans with embarrassment, interrupting your lascivious memories.

“I-it’s not like… I mean, I’m not complaining or anything, it’s just… this is… max difficulty! Like, y-you’re like a goddess… most beautiful OP character… y-yeah and I—”

“And you’re Idia… was it at least good for you?”

His voice turns to static and he locks eyes with you in a rare burst of confidence.

“Good?! It was… it was overlord level. Uh. You were… really… really—”

Another memory hits: Idia clutching the sheets with every roll of your hips, moaning in time with you. His hands grabbing your hips, squeezing your thighs and holding on to you like his life depended on it.

After a while, still avoiding your gaze, Idia returns to the bed, hiding behind the pillow again. It’s almost cute...

No, it’s very cute. And funny.

You take the pillow away and let him curl up beside you again. For now, both of you log out of reality outside his room and let Idia melt under your touch.

Game over for virginity, am I right?

Silver

You wake up with the weight of an arm draped across your waist and the warmth of a body pressed against your back. The bed is way too comfortable, and your body… way too happy, though aching and with a hangover that could flatten you in the sun.

Little memories float to the surface: lights, very loud music, punch spiked with alcohol, a whirlwind of colors… and something silver blurring your vision.

Silver’s hair between your fingers as you kissed, his eyes—clear and bright—locked on yours in the middle of the chaos, giving you a look that told you both to take this moment somewhere else.

The feel of soft, sweet sheets on your bare skin stops your thoughts in their tracks, making you open your eyes and turn your head to the side.

Girl… you’ve got Silver, completely naked, behind you. His strong, well-trained arm pinning you against his chest.

Ahhhh… his chest; bare, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He’s beautiful in that fairytale way that only storybooks promise.

How can someone, even while asleep, look so utterly tempting?

Why is there a tingling between your legs? And why can’t you feel them? Or rather… why do they feel so wet?

Your heart skips several beats. Holy. Shit.

I slept with Silver. I slept with Silver.

You can’t stop staring at the perfect physique of the man beside you, so muscular, drinking in the view, flashes of the night before returning in blinding white bursts:

Your laughter muffled against his shoulder in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, his voice low but steady whispering sweet things—and something that made your pussy throb, needy and expectant. The warmth of his hand on your waist as he led you to a deserted hallway to devour your mouth right there.

The taste of his lips, sweet and a little shy at first, but no less hungry and full of desire, his tongue sliding into your mouth and both hands gripping your thighs to lift you up and pin you to the wall.

His fingers playing with every button and fold of your clothes, peeling you out of each layer until you were completely exposed for him; the pressure as they slipped inside you and a moan escaped your lips.

His warm, solid body over you, until he sat you on his lap; face to face, your breasts pressed to his chest, your nipples rubbing against his skin as you bounced with each thrust of his hips, his arms holding you tight against him.

Gentle, noble kisses on your cheeks, your shoulders, even your knuckles; kissing you softly, slowly, savoring you and making you feel wanted and loved.

His cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy with ease, not too fast, not too slow, wanting to set a pace that could last all night.

But your moans and pleas for him to go faster—“More, Silver, please, more”—made it a little difficult.

“I’ll give you everything, beautiful, just hold on tight”

And you did; to his shoulders, his arms, even to the sheets themselves when the pace sped up, laying you down on the bed, your legs thrown over his shoulders, the new angle making you cum again and again and again, so easily it was almost ridiculous.

You feel the tingling intensify down low and you shift.

Silver stirs and blinks awake. A few seconds of confusion before he notices your face, your bare shoulders, the way you’re clutching the sheet… adorable.

“Good morning beautiful”

And he says it with the most natural, gentle tone in the world.

“Are you alright?” he squeezes your waist and pulls you a little closer.

Boom, straight to the heart.

For a moment, he hesitates, thinking maybe… maybe, there’s regret in your eyes, maybe even shame.

Finding none, he gives you a soft kiss on the forehead and settles you against his chest; he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You look so beautiful in the morning, I want to wake up like this every day”

A soft kiss on your cheek, then another on your nose, then one more on your neck.

And, to finish, one slow, sweet kiss on your lips—savoring the promise of more in the future.

“If you want me to stop, just tell me.”

Anticipation shivers under your skin.

“Don’t stop”

╌╌╌╌╌╌𖤐☽༓☾𖤐╌╌╌╌╌╌𖤐☽༓☾𖤐╌╌╌╌

Ace … and ... Deuce

You wake up with the worst hangover of your life—moving is a lost cause and opening your eyes isn’t even an option. You feel like you might throw up at any second and then just go back to sleep.

There’s a pounding behind your eyes, the kind that makes you swear you’ll never drink punch again… never drink punch that’s been tampered with by Ace; hell, you’ll never go to another party again.

You roll over and two things hit you: first, you’re naked, like, obscenely naked; second, someone is snoring rudely right in your ear.

A sharp flash stabs through your skull. You remember being squished from all sides while dancing, multiple hands on your waist, and two pairs of lips on your neck.

Turning left, you see Ace waking up. Looks like the hangover is killing him too. He grabs his head as he sits up, elbow propped on the mattress, lets out a heavy sigh and tries to open his eyes—and they lock with yours.

God knows how, but this bastardly redhead manages to give you the cockiest, most infuriating grin that makes you want to punch him right in the face.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty”

“Call me that again and I’ll shove your uniform shoe up your ass, Ace.”

Ace just grins wider and lets out a little laugh… followed by a pained groan as he closes his eyes, keeping the pain under control.

You smack his arm to wipe that smile off his face...and realize he’s just as naked as you.

“Ace… what the hell did you do?”

You blush, covering yourself with the sheets as much as you can, actually, even more. All that’s left is to cover your face and you’d be a mummy.

“Aww, don’t make that face, you’re the one who climbed on top of me after the punch.”

“You’re the one who spiked it!!”

“Didn’t hear you complaining when you were begging us for more—”

You smack him on the head with a pillow; your shrieks and his, plus the loud thump of the pillow, echo through the whole room.

“What the fuck… why are you two so noisy?”

Deuce’s voice sounds from behind you, raspy and just as hungover as you two.

You look at him… he looks at you… his eyes travel down to his own equally naked body… Confusion turns to horror, horror into high-pitched groans.

“What happened? What did we do? Why are we naked?!”

Between the throbbing headache and Deuce’s panicking, you try to remember a little more of this… wild rebellious night.

You remember being with the dynamic duo on the dance floor, Ace whispering dirty promises in your ear, Deuce pulling you closer to him. Then both of them trapping you between them.

Their taste—Ace like candy and mischief, Deuce like cinnamon and adrenaline.

The three of you running through Ramshackle’s halls, stumbling, sometimes collapsing in a tangle of laughs, hands, and feet.

The bed—Sevens, the bed. Sheets scattered everywhere; Ace’s mouth on your neck, Deuce’s trembling hands pulling off your clothes, both fighting over who would take off the last piece.

Spoiler: both of them did it with confident hands before lunging for your lips, your breasts, your legs.

Kisses mixed with laughter, limbs tangled, the chemistry between these two as they made you cume; sloppy at first, then more assured.

The pressure of one sliding between your legs, spreading you open and burying himself deep; the other opening your lips to take him in your mouth. Both working as a team, building a rhythm, admiring how your body adapted to being fucked from both ends.

“Look how we’re breaking you, baby. You’re so wet… I could drown in here,” Ace groaning, rough and loud, grabbing your hair and pushing you down on Deuce’s pelvis with every thrust.

“That’s it, pretty, just like that, don’t stop, swallow it all,” Deuce murmuring as his cock slides down your throat, robbing you of breath for a few delicious seconds.

The way they took turns—one in your pussy, the other in your mouth… but you also remember a sharper pressure at your ass.

The moment when they both wanted to be in your wet pussy together; when one pulled out, the other pushed in, stretching you until you screamed their names, rubbing together inside your softest, most sensitive spot.

The moment you didn’t just cum with both their cocks inside, but, thanks to the pressure and the delicious way they filled you...you squirted, soaking the bed, your belly, and probably Ace’s too.

You moaned, screamed, writhed; the boys turned on by seeing you so free, so full of them, Ace twisting your already-sensitive nipples, Deuce running his tongue over your dripping pussy.

Dizzy flashes of being held in the air, legs around Deuce hips, hands and arms held by Ace, your arms wrapped around his waist too. Each of them fucking you from a different end, watching your tits bounce with every thrust; a mess of spit, sweat, tears, and their cum leaking from both your holes.

The three of you collapsed in bed, panting; Deuce’s arm wrapped around your waist, Ace curled around your chest, fondling your extra-sensitive tit in a playful way—until he switched to gentle caresses. Both seeking your warmth and your touch.

Your breath catches with all the memories. The heat rises not just to your cheeks, but a lot, lot lower.

“I’m never drinking your punch ever again,” Deuce growls, holding his head.

“Don’t you wanna know how good we are at sharing this pretty princess?”

Deuce tosses a pillow at him, but with no force, Ace catches it with one hand, laughing.

The redhead just gets cockier, trapping you in his arms, your back pressed to his chest. You feel his lips leaving little kisses on your nape and cheeks.

Deuce, still hungover and dying of embarrassment, scoots in front of you, wrapping you up with one strong… very strong… arm.

Both of them attack you with twice as many kisses.

Your head may be pounding, but at least you’re laughing in the arms of these two idiots.

[darqx]

oh no

I heard this in my mind and it made me laugh so now it's everyone's problem lol