- Leon looooooves morning sex. He always wakes up with wood, and you’re so cute when you’re drowsy. It’s so easy and comfortable to pull your pliable thighs apart while kissing the back of your shoulder. He’d make sure you acknowledged him consciously, then slip his still hardening cock into you.

- he’s totally a slut for your sounds and the noises you make, and Leon would be extra into your sleepy moans. The way you’d be a little bit more breathy.

- you’re also both needier than usual. Taking you from behind, he’d keep one hand on your chest, pinching and playing absently. The other hand would wrap around your throat. He would squeeze every so often, eliciting sweet whimpers from you, and making you both throb.

- Leon, who usually is a big talker, even if it’s often nonsensical praise and compliments, is quieter during these morning sessions. When the sun is low, and your shared room is still dim. The words he does say are more meaningful. Everything feels more meaningful, more intimate, more passionate. He tells you how much he loves waking up to you every day, and how your body was designed for him.

- or what if you wake him up?

Imagine: He just got back from a mission. It was rough. It’s always rough. He’s basically been asleep for 3 days. You see the pain on his face during the short times he’s awake. It’s starting to dim, now that he’s been in safety for a few days, but you can’t bear to see him in so much pain without being able to help him.

you decide to relieve some stress for him. He’s asleep, of course he is, so you swiftly undress, and climb into your bed. He can sleep through anything, so you wonder how long it will take him to wake up for this?

you pull the blanket back and find him in only boxers. It’s easy to slip his thick cock out and you’re rewarded with a soft puff from his perfect lips. You’d missed him while he was gone, and he’d been recovering for 3 whole days, you felt like you were practically salivating looking as his heavy length.

It doesn’t take long, even in sleep, for Leon to harden, and for you to start working him down your throat. The noises he makes are bliss, spurring you to take him deeper. You can hear them shift along with his stages of sleep. When he finally peaks into wakefulness, you feel his fingers drowsily drag through your hair. A pleased hum and some sleepy thrusts from him have you feeling satisfied with yourself.

- or what about after he’s fucked you, cum and sweat dripping into a pool between you. Leon’s arms like a cage, pressing you against his heaving chest as he comes down. His cock softens, but with his size, it stays in you easily. He nuzzles his head into your shoulder, much to your disdain

“No no, Leon, don’t you dare, I want to clean up!” You push against his chest, soft curls giving way to solid muscle.

“Jus’a min, love, you feel so good.” You already know you’ve lost. His words are drowsy. His pacing slowed. He could fall asleep fast normally, but right after he came several times from pounding you into oblivion, he could fall asleep at light speed.

After the day your cat passed away you started seeing Death often. He watched you through your windows. He followed you when you went out. Sometimes he’d even come inside your home and peer at you from the darkness. It was unsettling to say the least.

But not scary. He didn’t feel scary. Lonely maybe. He seemed fascinated by everything you did. His head would cock ever so slightly when you did something he didn’t understand. You found yourself following with exaggerated movements and actions to show him.

You never spoke. Well he never spoke. You weren’t sure he could. You spoke sometimes. It started when you’d do something embarrassing, like drop something, or trip. You felt perceived and had to make some (attempt at a) witty remark, like “I meant to do that” or “The ghost must have moved that chair”. But soon it morphed into an ongoing one sided conversation. You didn’t talk to him a lot, but when you did, it seemed to have replaced talking to yourself.

Sometimes you’d try to ask him questions about who or what he was. You understood he was Death. That much you could feel. But that led to hundreds more questions. Where did he come from? Did he have a name? Why was he hanging around? Are there more like him? There had to be right? People were still dying even though he spent most of his time with you.

And what about his form? Could you touch him? He seemed to be a dark, ethereal being made from smoke or something. But he touched you that first day. You hadn’t died so you guessed he wasn’t always deadly. You found yourself often consumed with him. Thinking about him, considering ideas, theories. You’d researched for hours online, reading chaotic accounts that mostly felt fake.

He was beautiful. More and more you felt yourself sneaking glances at him. You blushed when you caught him looking at your body, which seemed to be pretty frequently. You found yourself dressing nicer when just at home. No longer grabbing your ratty sweats, and choosing cute sleep shorts and matching tank tops instead.

As the months went by you both seemed to become more comfortable with the other. You found yourself checking each morning to make sure he was sitting on your railing outside. If you slept in, he’d creep closer. One time you were sick and had slept until 3pm. You woke with him standing anxiously at the end of your bed. As soon as he saw you smile blearily up at him, his posture visibly calmed. That night he hadn’t left again. You saw him during each post fever dream drink of water, and every bleary eyed waddle to the bathroom.

He did leave in general, though. You guessed he had to have some responsibilities as death. But he always came back. It used to be every single morning, but now it wasn’t as consistent. He was still never gone for long, but sometimes you’d look out your window in the morning to an empty porch. You’d sigh, the day just not feeling as bright as it had.

But when he returned he always made sure you saw that he was back. You thought he looked like he was trying to be casual about it. It was anything but. He’d just suddenly float by your peripheral. It made you giggle. He’d smile his shy little smile back at you.

He felt like your imaginary friend. Honestly you thought he might be imaginary. Maybe he had killed you when he touched you, and this was all a figment of your dying mind. Or maybe you were very sick, and he was a figment of your deluded mind.

No matter what it was, your little dance with Death had been going on for a few months now. Once you’d finally coaxed him into talking, each day you felt more attached to him than you could have ever imagined. He was this strange contrast of pure horror and utter innocence. He had no concept of why the loss of life that followed him would be a bad thing. You called it devastating, and he called it devastatingly beautiful. He spoke of the way a soul looked, as it left its host. The way it shone with the light of life itself. How he had watched it, with eyes wide, hundreds, thousands of times, and each time he learned something new, or felt something different. How could that be bad?

But it couldn’t last forever. Time moved on. You were still, ultimately alone. And while some part of you recognized the deep affection you held for this otherworldly being, you knew it couldn’t last forever. Literally. At some point, it would have to end. You would want a life. A family, whatever that looked like. You wanted to do things with a partner. Not just sit at home and wonder if he’d show up on your porch that night.

A bit more out of breath than you’d like to be, you crashed into your apartment. Rin was on the couch watching something on tv. He jumped and turned to look at you, eyes wide.

“The hell?” He muttered.

You tried to pull yourself together, and look at least a little dignified. “How are you feeling?” Your voice sounded manic. You probably looked insane. He raised an eyebrow.

He ignored your question. “Why are you home?” Rin asked, confusion and curiosity evident on his face for a single moment before his eyes dropped to the dress on your body. His face went cold again. “No one pretty enough tonight?” His words were dripping with disdain. He turned back to the tv.

“Nope. No one good enough.” You smiled broadly. You peeled the heels off and dumped them by the door.

Rin huffed. “You didn’t try for very long.”

“Well, when you know, you know, right?” You couldn’t keep the excitement from your voice. You made your way around the couch, and sunk into the armchair positioned perpendicular to where he sat. You tucked your knees up, the dress exposing you. Most of your thigh showed and, you suspected, part of your underwear.

“Besides, you were the one who bought me the dress, only fair I wear it for you the most.” You grinned. Rin raised his eyebrow, again, and turned to look at you.

He was about to speak, when you watched his eyes flick down to your thigh. Red bloomed on his cheeks immediately, and he quickly looked up at the ceiling. He mouthed something.

“What was that?” You asked. You could hardly keep yourself from giggling. Your heart was pounding, and not from your impromptu jog.

He struggled for a second. “Nothin’, just telling you you’re showing more skin than I think you realize.” You watched him try to casually adjust himself. Your smile grew even wider.

“Oh, no, I realize.” You said nonchalantly. Rin pulled back in surprise. “Well, see, we are just friends, right?” You feigned innocence. “So it doesn’t matter if I’m like this in front of you. ‘Cause we are just friends.”

Rin looked at you like you’d lost it. Maybe you had? Either way, you were having a lot of fun. He rubbed the back of his neck with one large hand.

“Uh, yeah I guess?” He replied. His eyes flicked down to your thigh again.

“So then, since we are just friends, seeing me like this, in the dress you bought for me, doesn’t do anything to you, right?” You lead him. He nodded slowly, eyes bouncing around parts of your body. His hand inched towards a throw blanket that was on the couch nearby.

You dropped one leg to the ground, keeping one knee bent, and propped on the seat. You slowly opened your legs, just a bit. The dress rode up even further. You knew he could see your red lace underwear now. He looked skyward again.

“Fucking hell…” he mumbled. “What the fuck are you doing?” His voice was gravely. He gave up the pretense and pulled the throw over his lap.

“Well, since we are just friends, this shouldn’t do anything to you either? We are just friends, right?” You pressed him again.

“Are you drunk or something?” He demanded, still not looking at you.

“Nope. Didn’t drink a drop.” You popped the ‘p’ at the end of your word, leaving your lips in what you hoped was a seductive ‘o’ shape.

He glared at your face purposefully. “What are you doing?” He asked again.

“I’m not doing anything. Just answer my question.” You chewed on your lip. The longer this went, the less confident you were. What if Viola was wrong? What if she misunderstood?

“What question?” Rin replied.

“We are just friends, right? You don’t feel anything else?” This was it. You steeled yourself.

Rin looked at you for a long time. He seemed to be trying to decide how to answer. You had to force yourself not to say something like “just kidding!”. You wanted a real answer.

“You… you’re my best friend.” He started. Your heart sunk. “I can’t lose you if…” he trailed off. You couldn’t stop the prick of tears in your eyes.

Rin stood up and slowly walked to his room. For the second time that night, the door clicked when it latched. This time it sounded like thunder in your head.

I guess that’s it. You thought. What were you going to do? Go back to hooking up with strangers every night? Just move on?

You didn’t know how.

Rin’s door flew open, you guessed the handle went through the wall behind it. He didn’t care. There was a wild look in his eyes. Your breath caught. He stared at you for a while. The silence stretched out between you.

Finally, he shook his head, grumbled “fuck it” and walked towards you. He crossed the space in only a few steps. In seconds he was standing, no, towering above you again. He reached out and gripped your chin in his hand mirroring his actions from a few weeks ago. It was clearly not playful this time. He stared at your face. His eyes were hungry.

“We are not just friends.” Rin practically growled.

Before you could respond he bent down and captured your lips in a desperate kiss. His hand on your chin moved down to gently grip your neck. Your brain felt like it was melting. You wanted to scream with excitement. You’d been waiting for this your whole life.

Without breaking the kiss he moved his hands under your ass and picked you up. You yelped against his lips and steadied yourself with one hand on his shoulder, the other on one of his horns. His fingers dug into your flesh.

Rin carried you to his room. You kept your body pressed as tightly as you could against his, lips still locked. He leaned you down and onto his bed. His hands roamed your body.

“I have been dreaming about you and this moment for years.” He spoke breathlessly against your mouth. You moaned at his words. “I’ve imagined every curve, the way you taste, the feeling of your skin…” he trailed off while leaving a line of kisses and nips along your neck to your collarbone.

“And how’s it compare?” You teased, your confidence partially a show, the anxiety of him not wanting you at war with it.

He pulled back and looked you seriously in the eyes. “No comparison.” Even while in his bed, dress askew, his hands everywhere, you couldn’t help the blush and shyness that came over you. You turned your face from his.

He reached out and gripped your neck tighter than he had before. “Nuh uh. Eyes on me, sweetheart.” He turned your head back to face him. “I’ve waited too long not to watch your face while I make you scream.” You felt like a blushing schoolgirl under his control. Where did this Rin come from?!

“I’m going to give you one last chance to change your mind, to walk out of here” he pointed to his door with his other hand “and stay just friends.” His gaze was intense. You squirmed in his grip. “One last chance, and if you don’t take it, you won’t get another one. If you stay here, you’re mine. Understand?” Rin had never been hotter.

You nodded. “Stay or go?” He asked. His grip on your neck loosened. You knew he meant it. You had unconditional trust in him. He would never hurt you. He would never make you unsafe. And if you wanted to stop, you knew for a fact, he’d let you with no guilt, judgement or blame.

That made you even more confident in your decision to stay.

You leaned up to kiss him, but he pushed you back down by your neck. “Words, sweetheart.” He leaned down to your ear. “I want… need to hear you say it.” A flash of the uncertainty you’d seen only a few brief times before crossed over him.

“I want to be yours.” You spoke softly.

A wicked grin spread across his face. “Then I’m going to make you forget every single one of those idiots you ever went home with. You’ll be ruined for anyone else, sweetheart.”

You moaned again and arched your body up to press against his. His hands moved to your side and pushed the dress up, above your waist. He leaned back and motioned you to sit up. You complied and he moved to pull the dress over your head.

A flash of self consciousness ran through you, and you chewed on your lip. You thought about stopping him. You didn’t think you could emotionally handle him rejecting your body. You had wanted this, him for so long. You got stuck in your own head for a moment, overthinking everything.

“Hey, where’d you go?” He asked gently. You snapped back to reality and looked at his face.

Any trace of anxiety vanished when you saw how he was looking at you. You’d never seen a man look so enthralled. You could tell he was trying to focus, to make sure you were okay, but his eyes wandered. There was a dangerous fire behind them. His mouth was half cocked in a grin. If you’d have seen drool, you wouldn’t be surprised. A glance down to where his sweats still contained him, showed just how badly he wanted you.

“Nothing, uh, nowhere. I’m fine.” You smiled at him. You reached out to place a hand on his cheek. His eyes shut, and he leaned into your touch. It was a surprisingly intimate gesture. Fuck, you loved him.

You pulled your hand away, and he opened his eyes slowly. He pointed to your dress, and raised an eyebrow expectantly. You crossed your arms and pulled the dress up and over your head. Rin audibly groaned when his eyes finally laid on your body. You blushed again despite yourself.

You were clad in only underwear now, and they barely hid anything. Rin was still fully clothed. You mimicked his actions by pointing to his shirt and raising any eyebrow. He chuckled.

Rin pulled his shirt over his head, and your hands moved to his abdomen like they were magnetized. You’d always admired his body from afar, but for the first time you finally got to touch him. His abs were firm, but covered in a soft layer. Your eyes flashed up to his face. He wore a self satisfied expression. You giggled and rolled your eyes.

Rin moved to pull his waistband down, but you smacked his hands away. He grunted and looked at you bewildered. Instead, you moved your hands to his waist and slowly started tugging. You revealed his happy trail again and ran your thumb over it. His cock twitched at the contact. Finally, nervously, you started pulling his sweats over his hips. He lifted up to let you.

His cock sprang out, and you almost melted, then and there. He was thick. You were surprised to see a large gold hoop piercing the underside.

“How did I not know about this?!” You demanded. “When did you get this done?” Rin’s face turned bright red, and he stammered. “What?” You asked, more confused.

He rubbed the back of his neck again, seemingly trying to come up with the right words. “Uh, do you remember three summers ago, you dated that stallion hybrid?” You mulled his question. Did you remember? “Well, there was one thing in particular you liked about him…” Rin trailed off.

Your mouth popped open audibly. You did remember. He’d had a similar piercing in a similar position. You’d talked about it a lot. Probably too much. But it had been so hot, and rubbed you incredibly while you were fucking.

“I’m sorry, are you trying to tell me you got your cock pierced because I liked that someone else had theirs done, in the off chance that one day I’d see it?” You tried to hide the smugness in your voice. “You’re a little bit obsessed with me, aren’t you?”

He looked embarrassed, but you didn’t miss the way his cock throbbed when you teased him. “…Maybe?”

You couldn’t contain yourself anymore. You rolled forward on to your knees and wrapped your lips around the thick tip of his dick. He groaned and you felt his hand slide into your hair. You barely managed to get half his length in your mouth, and he was already at the back of your throat. He wasn’t exceptionally long, as was common with Minotaurs, but he was, honestly, stupidly thick. Your lips stretched to their limit around his girth. You were a little worried about him fitting.

You sucked him as best you could for a few more minutes, before he growled and pulled you off him. “I thought I made it clear that I was ruining you, not the other way around, sweetheart.” He spoke breathily. You pouted but it didn’t last long as he locked your lips in another kiss.

Rin pushed you down so you were laying on your back. He spread your legs. The only thing between him and your dripping cunt was your red, lacy underwear. He positioned himself between your legs, and propped them up on his shoulders.

“How much do you care about this pair of underwear?” He asked nonchalantly.

“Well, I guess not that much-” you started. He ripped them off of you, making you yelp in surprise.

“I’ll buy you a hundred replacements.” Rin mumbled. You couldn’t help how hot that was. How eager he was.

You felt the warmth of his breath on your wet pussy, followed by his thick, rough tongue on your clit. You moaned loudly, fingers digging into the sheets beside you. He flicked your clit a few times between each sucking pulse. It took an embarrassingly short time for him to bring you to the edge.

And then he stopped.

You whined, one hand making its way towards your abandoned clit. He growled at your motion, and you played it off by reaching to take one of his horns instead. He rewarded your obedience by sinking his long, fat tongue into your cunt.

You saw stars. It was so thick, but pliable and soft. He reached places inside you that you’d only dreamed of. You’d had your share of cocks and tongues, mind you, but Rin ate you out like a man starved.

He had you screaming his name in minutes. But he didn’t stop. He had just started. He’d been waiting for this just as long as you had, and he was determined to make good on his promise of ruining you for others.

It felt incredible. His tongue lapped at your pussy, dragging every drop of wetness out of you. Each stroke hitting your g-spot.

Rin pulled one, two, three orgasms out of you before you even felt his cock. Finally you begged to feel him inside you. He pulled his long tongue from you and gazed up at your face, eyes dazed, looking drunk. You’re pretty sure if you hadn’t begged him to fuck you, the man would have happily died just for a minute longer eating you out.

Rin cleaned off his face on his discarded tshirt, and climbed above you. You felt pretty dazed yourself, but you squirmed underneath him in anticipation.

“You ready sweetheart?” He asked. You felt the tip of his cock press against your entrance. He lazily slid it up and down your folds. For the second time, you worried how he’d fit.

You nodded despite that anxiety.

He captured your lips again, his thick tongue probing there instead, as he slowly sunk his length into you. He didn’t move fast, but he also never paused. You cried out into his mouth. He held yours against his, not letting you push away. You arched your body against his chest.

With a final groan, he bottomed out inside you. The stretch was like nothing you’d ever felt before. He kept you there, impaled on his cock, letting your body adjust. You could feel your pussy throbbing around him. He smiled into your kiss.

“Yeah, you’re mine alright. This body was made for me.” You felt his dick twitch at his own words. You felt him gearing up, and you grabbed both horns to brace yourself.

Rin pulled out and sunk back in, no hesitation or gentleness. That man was gone. Now you had only pure animalistic pleasure. And you were fucking ready.

He pounded in and out of you, his speed blinding. You were screaming again in moments. The ring on his cock rubbed you in all the right ways, with his girth pushing it hard against your walls. Oh yeah, you were ruined all right. And he wasn’t wrong. The way you two fit together, it did feel like you were made for him, and he for you.

His stamina outlasted yours, and you came undone on his cock. The pleasure crashed over you. You clenched on him, and he grunted.

“You’re so damn tight.” He moaned.

He fucked you through your orgasm and right into another one. All you could think of was the pounding of him inside you.

His hips stuttered, his movements becoming more erratic as your 6th? 7th? Something like that, orgasm crested. You felt something snap inside you as he roared, hot cum spurting from his cock. You squirted all over his lower half. You’d never done that before.

He shot rope after rope of cum inside you, pressing your already full cunt even farther. You lost touch with reality, cock drunk and fucked out. Rin’s thrusts slowed to a stop. Panting, he lay on top of you, still deep inside. You mewled as he adjusted, his dick twitching against your spent walls.

“You’re gorgeous.” His words sounded awestruck. You opened one eye. He looked down at you, sweat covered, hair a mess, and you felt you had no choice but to believe his words. His face was unabashed.

“You’re gorgeous.” You replied, sleepily. To your surprise, he actually blushed at that.

After a while, when you’d both come down from your insane highs, he pulled out slowly. You didn’t even want to think about the amount of fluids between you two on the bed. He tucked you against his chest. You ran your fingers over his fur.

Anxiety crept through you again. You really had ruined the friendship. There was definitely no going back now. You knew what you wanted, but what if he didn’t? You also knew what he had said, but people said things in the moment that they maybe didn’t mean. You fidgeted in his arms.

“I love you. I always have.” He spoke gently. You moved your head to look at him, but he pressed you back against his chest. “You can’t look at me, or else I’ll never say this.” He sounded as anxious as you felt.

“I love you, always have, always will. But I don’t want to pressure you into choosing me. I know you like dating around, and if you’re not looking for something serious, I understand.” You could tell the words were hard for him to say. “But I can’t do it anymore. Not after this. Not after having you like that. I’ve never felt anything for anyone but you. I meant it when I said I wanted to make you mine.”

Finally he pulled your face away from his chest, and leveled it with his. He looked you deep in your eyes. You could see the love he felt in the way he looked at you.

“So, I’m going to ask you again, one last time. Stay? Or go?” He asked.

You kissed him, a quick peck. You knew he wanted your words. The fear in his eyes at losing you told you the kiss wouldn’t be answer enough. You smiled at him, your heart pounded. You took a deep breath and said

A few weeks went by, and the dress haunted you from your closet. You had put it on a couple of times, but chickened out each time.

Tonight was the night, though. You were going to do it. You were feeling hot today, and you figured if there was ever a time, now was it. You and Rin were both getting ready for the usual club, respectively.

You spent more time than you normally did on your face and hair. You went ultra femme, the tight red dress and sheer black tights. You put on your favourite strapy black heels and curled your hair. After a final look in the mirror, and a calming breath, you made your way to the living room where Rin was waiting for you.

You felt nervous for some reason. And embarrassed. You tried shaking it.

Rin caught you from the corner of his eye, and did a legitimate double take. His jaw dropped, for the second time.

“You’re wearing that tonight?” His voice cracked.

“Yeah, I mean, if I look as hot as you say I do, maybe I’ll catch someone extra pretty tonight.” You joked. His face went blank. Your normally open friend became unreadable.

“You know, I’m actually not up to it tonight.” He spoke flatly, but his words felt like knives. Did he not like the dress on you anymore? “I… I’m not feeling good. I just can’t take it.” He finished lamely.

Your shoulders sank. “But I was so excited.” You pouted and looked at your dolled up face in the decorative mirror that hung nearby.

“You should still go. Have fun. I’m probably just gonna go to bed early.” His tone was still bizarre. You didn’t understand.

“No, it’s ok, I’ll make some soup, and we can watch a-” you turned back to your room as you spoke, but were interrupted by his suddenly harsh tone.

“No, just go. I’m fine. Go have fun.” He stood and walked past you. The door to his room clicked when it latched. You stood in your living room, bewildered and a little bit hurt.

Fuck it. You thought. You looked hot, felt good, and clearly Rin needed some space. You’d give him as much as he wanted. You grabbed your handbag and headed out.

The club was dead when you arrived. You hadn’t meant to leave quite that early, but after the strange experience with Rin, you’d practically ran there. About 15 people milled around.

Brutus welcomed you with a low whistle when you walked by him. You blushed and twirled, giggling.

“Damn, you poured into that?” He teased and followed it with a chef's kiss.

You received a similar response from Viola. “Baby if I hadn’t paid a fuck ton of money to turn my cock into a pussy, I’d have a raging boner right about now.”

“Ew, Vi?” You replied, screwing up your face. She cackled at your response.

“Seriously though, you look amazing. New dress?” She spoke as she prepped the bar for the night. You reached over and plucked a cherry from a dish, popping it into your mouth.

“Yeah, Rin bought it for me.” Your smile fell as you were reminded of the strange interaction earlier.

“Speaking of the big lug, where is he?” You didn’t reply for a moment, lost in thought. It was long enough she paused, and looked up at you. “Woah, what’s with the face? You guys okay?” She asked. You knew it wasn’t like you two to have conflict? And while you had wanted to move past it, it seemed harder than you’d expected.

“Huh?” You shook your head slightly and looked back at her. “Oh, yeah. Uh, he said something about how he ‘just can’t take it’.” You were about to explain that he wasn’t feeling well when Viola laughed.

“Yeah well, you can’t blame him.” She went back to her prep work. “Honestly, about time he said something.”

Maybe if she had been paying better attention, she’d have seen how confused you were. That she had misunderstood. But she hadn’t been. And she didn’t realize.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

She rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. “Well I mean the guys been in love with you his entire life, and he has to watch you go home with person after person each night. I wouldn’t be able to take it either.” She finally looked back at your face. It was her turn to be confused at your expression of utter shock.

“What are you talking about?” You spoke quietly. The music almost drowning you out.

Viola froze. “… What are you talking about?”

“Rin isn’t feeling well. He said he couldn’t take coming out tonight.” You clarified. It felt like the whole world fell away. The only thing you could see was Viola. “What did you think I was saying?”

Viola laughed awkwardly. “Yeah that’s what I meant too!” She spoke with too much enthusiasm. As if she could trick you into forgetting what she had just said.

“Vi, I swear to god.” You pushed every bit of threat you could muster into your tone. Her shoulders sagged. She sighed.

“I’m not supposed to tell you. It was an accident.” Viola chewed on her bottom lip.

You glared at her.

“Fine. But don’t you dare tell him I told you. I’ll make Brutus ban you.” She pointed to the door you knew he stood outside.

You crossed your arms. “Honestly, I’d like to see you try. He likes me more.” You smirked. “But I’m not going to say anything anyway. Can you please just explain yourself?” You refocused.

“Each night, you go home with someone. And each night, he sits here and drowns his sorrows, complaining about how much he loves you. I think he’s just a coward, but he says you don’t feel the same, and he doesn’t want to risk the friendship.” She looked at you anxiously. “I don’t know, that’s just what he’s said.”

Another night, another dance, another mediocre hookup. You laid in on your shared couch, upside down, head hanging off the end, half watching local access cable. You heard the shower turn off. Rin walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

The guy was practically a god. You couldn’t help a small groan as you saw his damp chest out of the corner of your eye.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” He asked, pausing mid step. You didn’t realize he was going to hear that.

“Nothing, just so hungry, even this crappy ad is doing it for me.” You lied. He chuckled.

“You work today?” He asked. The towel slipped a bit, showing the top of his happy trail. You felt your pussy clench. You had a thing for hairy dudes.

“Nope. Any clients today?” You asked back. He was a self employed personal trainer, as if he could be any more stereotypical. But you respected him regardless. He was very clear that he helped people learn about their bodies, movement and health. He wasn’t out here helping people lose weight. It wasn’t about that for him. He always said, sometimes weight loss is a byproduct of movement, but more often than not people gained in muscle anything they lost in fat.

“I had a couple this morning while you were busy sleeping off last night,” he smirked at you, “but I’m done for the day. Want to grab some lunch?”

You jumped up at the question, turning around so you were facing him over the back of the couch. You smiled broadly. “There’s this new-”

He interrupted you with a raised hand. “A new ramen place that just opened a few blocks away. I know.” He teased you. “You’ve only been talking about it for two months.”

You pouted. His smirk grew and he closed the distance between you. Rin stood in front of you, on the opposite side of the couch. You looked up at him. The position made your mind wander.

It didn’t help when he reached out and grabbed your face, his large hand cupping your chin and jaw. He squeezed and shook you gently. “Stop pouting. It’s not my fault you're predictable.” You gazed back up at him, eyes wide. Your breath caught.

Rin seemed to realize how suggestive the actions were and you watched a light blush cover his cheeks. He coughed, and dropped his hand, half turning away. “Be ready in 10.” His voice was more gravely than it had been a moment before. He retreated to his room, and shut the door.

You sighed deeply and sunk down onto the couch. You had to be dripping after that.

The ramen place was good, better than good. It was amazing. You loved soup. It was your favourite category of food. Rin smiled at you while you ate.

“What?” You asked around a mouthful of chicken karaage.

“You’re doing your good food dance.” He chuckled. You blushed, but didn’t stop. “It’s cute, that’s all.” You rolled your eyes.

After lunch, the two of you walked down the towns Main Street, stopping at a few stores. One was your favourite consignment shop. You loved thrifting, and the owner had incredible taste. Rin watched good naturedly as you tried on a few dresses.

You were feeling pent up, the previous night's performance not satisfying you. It had been a trend lately. You thought maybe you were getting bored.

Rather than evaluate your feelings and take healthy steps, you decided to throw money at pretty dresses. You didn’t often wear dresses, but that’s the mood you were in today. You tried a couple but weren’t feeling them.

You knew the last dress was a failure before you even had it halfway. It was tight. Like tight tight. It was a pretty red bodycon dress with sheer sleeves that sat off the shoulders. It was short too, only going barely halfway down your thighs. You worried if you bent over, you’d fall out of it.

You got it on, it did fit, but it was tighter than anything you’d normally wear. It was stretchy material, so you felt comfortable physically, but emotionally you didn’t know if you could handle something so revealing.

You were about to take it back off without showing Rin when he piped up.

“Why are you taking so long? Let’s see it.” He called from the seat he was in outside the fitting room. You floundered.

“Uh, it doesn’t fit very well, so I’m not going to bother.” You called back.

“What do you mean, does it not close or something?” He asked. You heard his voice closer to the door now. You glanced up and sure enough, you could see the tips of his horns over the door. “I can do it up for you.” He finished.

“No,” you laughed anxiously, “it’s done up, it just doesn’t fit very well.”

He paused. “Well, then let me see it?” He said it like a question. You sighed.

You steeled yourself, and opened the fitting room door. You felt your cheeks heat up before he even saw you.

“Ta da.” You said lamely when the door opened all the way. Your stoic best friend’s mouth dropped open. His cheeks went red as well, and you felt yours get even worse. His eyes roamed your body, every inch.

“Jesus Christ…” he trailed off, eyes glued to your curves.

You panicked. “I know, it’s too tight, and short, and looks bad on me, that's what I meant about it not fitting well.” You moved to close the door.

Rin put his hand out, stopping you. “No, sorry, you… look incredible.” You almost stepped back in surprise. “You absolutely have to buy that.” He continued. You fidgeted nervously.

“No, where would I even wear it, it’s so revealing.” You replied. He finally tore his eyes from your body to look up at your face.

“I’ll take you to a fancy dinner, show you off.” He smirked, a hungry look in his eyes that you didn’t understand.

You laughed, an edge chasing the sound. “Please.” You said sarcastically. “It would just be a waste of money.” You moved to close the door again. “I’m not buying it.”

Rin didn’t move or respond for a moment. “I’m telling you, sweetheart, you’re doing the world a disservice by not living in that thing.” You knew he was just being nice. He was your best friend after all.

“Thanks, but it’s fine. I’ll find something else.” His eyebrows pulled together, but this time he let you close the door.

After a few more attempts in the racks, and one or two last ditch try’s, you were changing back into your own clothes. Rin offered to hang the rejects back up for you, and you handed him the pile.

When you came out of the fitting rooms, he was already at the cash register. You figured he must have been eager to get out of there.

The rest of the day passed as normal. You stopped and picked up a couple groceries, then headed home. He cooked dinner and you hopped into the shower. When you came out, you found a bag on your bed. It had the consignment store’s logo.

Peering inside, you were astonished to see the red dress you’d tried on earlier. You pulled it out and walked to the kitchen. Rin was humming and half singing one of your favorite songs.

“What is this?” You asked, holding out the dress. He didn’t even need to turn around to know what you were referring to.

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t leave that there when it was practically designed for you.” He flipped something in a pan and turned around. “You don’t have to wear it, of course, but if you ever felt comfortable, I’d love to follow through on my offer.”

You raised an eyebrow. “To go for dinner?”

“Yeah.” You noticed when he spoke, he seemed unsure of himself. It wasn’t a state of him you saw often. He was normally very confident and self assured. He walked towards you and took the dress from your hand. He let it unfurl and held it up against your body, currently only clad in a towel.

“This dress looks absolutely stunning on you, and it deserves to be seen. Go to dinner with me, and wear this.” He avoided your eyes, looking at the dress draped over you.

You laughed. He was such a sweet guy. “You asking me on a date, Rin?” You teased.

“Yes.” He replied, no humour in his voice. Like always, however, you read it as friendship.

You laughed again. “We’ll see. No promises!” You waggled your finger at him. “Maybe, if whatever you’re cooking is delicious as it smells, I’ll go on a friend date with you, and MAYBE, I’ll wear this dress.” You took it from his hands and walked back to your room.

You didn’t hear his deep sigh. You didn’t see the way he watched after you as you walked away.

The club music pounded, practically vibrating you. You were a bit tipsy, but not so much you weren’t still in control. Two bodies pressed against yours. One to your front, one to your back. You didn’t know either person, but it always thrilled you to get the kind of physical attention you thought you’d never experience due to your size. Turns out, a lot of the problem was your own confidence. Not that the world is kind to fat people, you knew this, but you found when you threw the care about other’s judgements away, and just enjoyed yourself? Well people were drawn to you.

You thought the body behind you belonged to a large incubus, and you knew for sure that the body in front of you belonged to their hot cat hybrid partner. You didn’t mind being the filling in that kind of sandwich. They both ground their cocks against you, and you were filled with that special satisfaction that comes with being desired.

The song ended and you whispered in one of their ears that you were going to grab a drink. He told you to “hurry back” with a wink. You made your way through the crowd to your towering, imposing, and incredibly handsome best friend.

Aserin, or Rin, was a huge Minotaur you’d been in love with for longer than you even knew what love was. You’d met as children and were practically inseparable since. But you were friends. Just friends. Always just friends.

“Two this time?” He spoke as you sauntered up. It was only borderline judgmental. You had different ideas of a good time. Rin liked dancing, drinking, all that. But he always went home alone. You, on the other hand, rarely went home alone. You wouldn’t call yourself a slut per say, but you liked to have a good time. What’s the harm in that? And if it validated a part of yourself that you didn’t want to think about, that was besides the point.

“Omg, did you get a look at that incubus?!” You gushed. He rolled his eyes, but his smile told you he was just teasing.

“I’ll concede, dudes hot as fuck.” He laughed. He signalled to Viola, a close friend the two of you shared, who also happened to be the bartender at your favourite club. She was a drop dead gorgeous gargoyle. Her skin looked like grey marble. You had always been enamoured by it.

She immediately walked away from the guy she had be flirting with for tips she’ll he threw his hands up in confusion, and grabbed a glass to make you another drink. “Nice catch, baby!” She leaned over the counter to say to you. “Gonna go for both?”

You shrugged. “Eh, I don’t know. The cat hybrid seems a bit jealous of me flirting with their partner, and it makes me worried he’s not as okay with it as the incubus is.” Viola gave you a knowing nod. “Maybe I’ll take a lap and see if anyone else interests me.”

Viola gestured to a human at the end of the bar who seemed to be eyeing you up. She was very pretty. “That one’s been watching you dance. Can’t say for sure it’s you or the hunk you were grinding on, but might be worth a try.” She handed you your drink and you passed it to Rin. He took a swig and passed it back. You finished it off.

You grabbed Rins hand. “Come dance with me.” You begged in your cutest voice. He rolled his eyes, but again his smile gave his true feelings away. He let you pull him to the dance floor. One of your favourite songs started playing and you jumped excitedly. Rin put his hands on your hips and you both started moving.

You were used to dancing with Rin, but it still gave you butterflies, every single time. His hands were so big on your body. He towered over you. He was stoic and quiet, but you knew the other side of him. The adorable, funny, kind side. The person he was when he wasn’t busy staring daggers at everyone who even THOUGHT about hitting on him. Very few people got to see his other side, yourself and Viola making up most of them.

You noticed the pretty girl from earlier, make her way towards you on the dance floor. Your heart skipped a beat. She smiled and sidled up to… Rin. You puffed out a small breath when she laid her hand on his arm and leaned up to speak to him. He returned the gesture and leaned down to hear her words.

You rolled your eyes and turned away from them. You knew what would happen. She’d flirt shamelessly, and Rin would turn her down. She would try a second time, and he’d turn her down again. Then she’d give up. You’d seen it literally hundreds of times. You understood. He was gorgeous. And who wouldn’t want to fuck that absolute beast of a man, pun not intended. But he just wasn’t interested.

If you didn’t know him so well, you’d suspect he was queer and only into men. But you knew he was into men. And women. He was pansexual, just like you were. Still, he had no interest in club hookups. That worked well enough for you. You didn’t know how you’d handle watching him leave with others. Sure he wasn’t yours, but at least he wasn’t anyone else’s either. You knew one day you’d have to reconcile with him finding someone, but today wasn’t that day.

You were proven right when a loud smack sounded from behind you. You spun around to a very shocked looking Rin with a light red handprint across his face, and the retreating girl.

“What the fuck did you do?!” You shouted over the music. He paused rubbing his cheek in bewilderment to glare at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Why do you assume I did something?” He responded. You giggled and pulled him from the dance floor to the bar. Viola already had a cloth with some ice. She handed it to him. He thanked her with a nod.

“What did you say to her?” Viola asked.

“I don’t know, I just told her I wasn’t interested. She said something about all men being pigs and slapped me.” He shrugged.

That wasn’t cool. You had thought it was funny when you assumed he had accidentally been an asshole. He could be like that sometimes. Just not realizing how harsh he was being. But now you were annoyed with her. You bounced up on the balls of your feet to try to make her out in the crowd.

“She left.” Viola told you. “I was gonna send Brutus to kick her out, but I watched her storm out on her own.” Brutus was the bouncer, and another of your close friends. He was a large green orc. You always joked that he was in the perfect business. No one tried squaring up with the almost 7 foot tall, tusked man. He exuded strength.

A handsome wolf hybrid tapped your shoulder, prompting you to turn around. He asked you to dance and you glanced hesitantly at Rin.

“I’ll be fine, sweetheart. Go dance.” He nodded towards the floor. You smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. The one he hadn’t been slapped on. He leaned down to let you. You gave the wolf your hand and he led you onto the floor.

The rest of the night passed in a blur. You drank too much, danced too much, and all in all, had a great time. You left the club with the wolf hybrid. Rin stayed. Just like always. He would walk Viola home after the club closed, then walk to your shared apartment a few blocks away. Just like always. You’d spend a couple hours messing around with your hookup for the night, and head home yourself.

Just. Like. Always.

You thought deep down you were trying to fill the void he had carved in your heart over the years, but you’d never admit that to yourself. You just liked to have fun, right? Right.

Every fantasy you’ve ever imagined is granted to you, but in the wrong way. Every single depraved, twisted thing you wanted to experience, even things a mortal human body can’t physically do. It’s hell, so those restrictions no longer apply.

You’re fucked for literal years on end. By everything and anything. Monsters, criminals, beasts, objects, machines, if you can think of it, it fucks you, or someone fucks you with it.

Huge cocks that would literally ruin you in your past life. Strange objects and techniques that would rip you apart.

Tentacles fuck all the way through your body, entering your ass, and thrusting through your throat.

Massive eggs deposited deep in your womb, only for you to have to birth them, your body stretched obscenely and painfully. Just when you finally feel one crown, another huge cock pushes it all the way back into you, forcing it to reenter your cervix.

Massive Minotaurs forcing you down on two of their cocks at once, your mind snapping in half as they slam themselves into you over and over again.

3 headed Cerberus with his huge dick longer than your arm, pounding his knot in and out of your ass at a dizzying speed. Gallons of cum pumped into you until it’s dripping out of your mouth.

Crazed scientists with hundreds of machines to test on you. How much does this one hurt? How much does that one make you scream?

Criminals you knew of on earth who stand against everything you believe in, making you a drooling slut on their cocks. Taunting you for being so easy to break. You’ll just fuck anything won’t you? Even the literal worst humanity has to offer.

Being spitroasted between two huge demons, their tips meeting in your middle, their tails deep in your ass.

So much cum. You’re always filled, dripping, swallowing. Each creature depositing their cum, or eggs, or whatever else inside you and dropping you to crash to the ground when they are done. At all times you’re incubating at least 3 different species.

And the kicker? What truly makes it all the worst punishment imaginable? You can’t cum. You have been cursed to be unable. You live just before the peak at all moments. But you never tip over. You never get to feel the release.