All hours are horny hours here

I feel like I don't actually talk about Rook unless it's related to my one fanfic. So I'm very happy to chat about him like this hehe!~!

Rook tries to be tidy with his cum but also he is the second closest to a caveman with the sole contender being Silver. But that's for another day. I am actually a Rook condom truther. Just because he doesn't want to sully your beautiful and lovely hole with his yucky cum... And mentally he knows what kind of person he is if he sees you leaking he'll want to keep going. This is for your safety!

If you ask him to do what he likes... Honestly I am a fan of Rook facials. He gets shivery and whiny when you suck him off or touch his cock but when you sit on your knees and let him take photos he gets even more excited! You can see his face turning red, his chest heaving, he makes even more precum than usual as it drips all over your face. If you stick your tongue out it's a final straw. What turns Rook on the most is knowing you want him as much as he wants you.

Cumming all over your face, struggling to avoid your hair... It's actually pretty sweet since he's been eating a lot of fruit in Pomfiore. Tasty! If you dislike the facials he wants to cum all over your chest next. Your nipples look so nice when they're coated in his semen. His dick looks so big when it rests on your chest...

But if we do a full circle back to the condom thing... You could always offer to have sex raw. Rook is a very simple man and he has a special way of declining. Lots of sweet words and bargaining "Oh but you may not like it!" and things like that. He's doing it for you but also the most natural state and most intimate form of sex really is raw. Being connected entirely where he gets to hold you and fill you...

Yandere! Backrooms Entity not being able to move away from the scene, seeing you panic and heave through your delicate lungs stirs something inside them - an odd feeling they can’t categorize yet. Sure, they’ve seen humans (mostly unwillingly) enter this liminal plane as they pass by to travel to other realms, seeing them freak out and lose their sanity to only rot away on some corner - it didn’t matter to them or even phase them—helping out creatures who can only see in three dimensions was a fools errand on their part. But with you, it was different. They’re not sure how, but they’re willing to find out.

Yandere! Backrooms Entity watches you from afar at first, seeing you aimlessly wandering the empty, uncanny spaces as you try to hold on to your sanity. Your watery whimpers don’t go unnoticed, and rather, it makes their fingers itch to touch you, to comfort you and eat all the anxieties that ruminate in that fragile little mid of yours. Oh how helpless you are.

Yandere! Backrooms Entity gets bolder in their actions, getting more up close to you, smelling your hair and skin while you remain none the wiser to their presence, still locked on finding an exit to leave this transitional plane. But only if you knew you couldn’t; that your mere biology would never let you see such things, that you were doomed from the mere start you slipped away from your own reality. But don’t worry, they’ll take good care of you, they promise.

Yandere! Backrooms Entity that starts to touch you, invisible fingers caressing you through your clothes and massaging all the supple, delicate flesh your person has. It’s not your fault you can’t see a 6th dimensional being, nor the constant exists that litter around the place; it’s not your fault you can’t see them, they just weren’t made for you.

Yandere! Backrooms Entity can’t help but to keep touching your skin, seeing you squirm and look around in confusion with a pathetic whimper, feeling their presence burn holes into your clothes. Have you finally lost your mind? Are you watching yourself rot in real time in this inescapable, empty hell? Oh no, little one—they’re right here: you’re just at a biological disadvantage.

Yandere! Backrooms Entity that helps you keep your sanity by offering you foods you can eat and necessities they know humans need, all while you cautiously take them, fragile hands shaking like leaves. Without them, you’ll surely die and decay like the others — and the mere thought of that makes their insides surge with an acidic rage. They have to keep you alive, they just have to— Because the more and more they think about it—

They love you. And they want to keep you.

And maybe someday, they’ll even talk to you once they see you’re mentally fit for it.

I was reading a article about how some women go to a certain country to go have sex/ find a younger spouse and it hit me.

Either completely by accident or persuasion you go on vacation to the Coral sea, not really looking for anything but having fun and a normal sightseeing vacation while your over there, especially since people hyped up how theres many exotic mers in that particular continent.

Anyway, you arrive, but little do you know there's a certain Octo mer setting its sights for you.

It goes well, instantly charming you through his broken language and the few occasional clicks, you think he genuinely wants to help you as a tour guide from what you can understand and maybe even flick the start of something.

The instant Azul Ashengrotti sees you he knows he has to figure a way to get you to go back to a room with him, since, most women that visit here are looking for a connection of some sort.

(Cough something he can exploit and get you)

Taking his hand you trust him to take you to the resort you'll be staying at, he seems friendly enough, even suggesting he takes you to a resturant his mother owns.

After leaving your stuff in your hotel room with the charismatic mer lingering in your room you take him up on his offer, The Grotto, is what its called.

The atmosphere is new in terms of what you've seen on land, mers of every kind gathered there, dinner goes great, so great he guides you back to you hotel room, drunk and sloppy sex ensues, though you enjoy how good it is, his soothing clicks he makes as he thrusts into you eventually put you to sleep in a drunken stupor.

The next morning it almost repeats itself, though he takes you around his hometown showing you the different shops and beaches, he even jokes if you love it so much you could stay with him here, laughing you entertain the idea, Azul's smile wavering slightly he laughs too, hand in hand you visit most of the famous places you had been wanting to see, eventually finding yourself at the Grotto once again, and then after you drank yourself mostly silly, Azul guided you back to the hotel, the sex being more intimate, the way he caresses you and nuzzles you occasionally feels like he's truly wanting to solidfy a connection.

But just like everything, the best things have to come to a end, you try telling him this when he wraps his long tentacles around you the morning you awake on your final day on your Coral Sea vacation.

Detached as he watches with a cloud over him.

Azul seems okay with it, though he doesn't leave.

Seemingly, though he just quietly follows your every move as you begin the process of moving your various gifts and souvenirs you received while staying here, something to remember the new region.

It's just when your leaving to the terminal to go to the passport out of the coral sea is when you start to feel weary about him still tagging a long not saying a word or conversating with his long cheerful clicks, heading to a person near by chirping and pointing to you with a solemn look on his face.

Blood running cold as the sick fight or flight instinct starts ebbing into your bloodstream, though your escape is haulted when they force you to return back to Azul, not evening willing to hear your protest that your human and not a mer.

A outstanding debt you apparently hadn't paid, those trinkets he gave you or the cute souvenirs werent free, nor the drinks that he insisted you buy and the nights of multiple sex were only being counted to your tab he had insisted he gave.

Azul carrying your luggage happily chirping as he guides you to a home near the resturant you had been guided to go to.

You refuse, only angrily standing near the door of what seems to be his decorated cove with antique relics and shipwrecked treasure surrounding the watery enviorment.

Azul only dismisses you clicking back in his language as he points for you to go further into his home.