#you guys think i stop at lmk

[chipper-smol]

he’s a pretty bad mentor too

but I get the vibe that every time Macaque shows up to fight MK he monologues juuuust long enough for MK to find his powers in time to fight back

[therealyaspen]

Nightmares and Night Talks

In which Elio has a bad dream and a few bad feelings that go with it, Sneasels are light sleepers, and a certain Warden has some words of comfort.

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This is for an AU from @waywardstation's askbox. The general idea is "more wormholes/distortions/rifts end up opening up in modern-day, and more kids come through! Ingo adopts all of them because he is Ingo" and the general tag for it is "PAPA INGO AU". I'm thinking about calling my version something else, one because I feel bad stealing someone else's AU name and two because everyone seems to be kinda going a little bit of their own direction with it?? I dunno. The names "Wayward Passengers" and "Wayward Protags" kinda popped into my brain so. Maybe?

Anyway enough rambling! Here's the fic! Can't really think of any content that needs a warning for this one so enjoy!!

Oh and since I've seen people do this, the word count is 1495!!

It's quiet.

Elio's footsteps echo on the floor, tap-tapping as he walks through what must be a wide-open room. It's harshly illuminated by blinding artificial lights, but he can't see through the thick fog that blankets the area. Every single sound seems to be a thousand times louder than normal. His breathing seems to fill the room, and his heartbeat is like a drum in his head.

It's cold, too; Elio shivers and holds his arms close to his body. Something tells him that this place, with its bright white lights and its unnatural fog and its metal floors, it isn't right. Something bad is going on. He doesn't know how he knows it, but there's a feeling that he has to stop it.

Something tells him that if he doesn't, it will be bad.

So he presses on, until he's inches away from a looming pillar. The fog is beginning to thin out. Upon further inspection, the pillar is made of glass, with some design inside of it. It vaguely resembles a pokemon…

Then he puts his hand to it, and it sticks for a second before he pulls it away, stinging cold. Ice? The fog continues to thin out, and Elio stares at the design, trying to figure out what exactly is in there. He squints hard at it, like it'll help that much more, like it'll… it'll…

Elio yanks back as he realizes that he's staring into the blank eyes of a Pikachu, lifeless and frozen in the pillar. His scream mingles with high laughter from somewhere in the fog, and the scene shifts and morphs to some kind of cavern, dark and dank with odd multicolored crystals and fungi sprouting from the walls and floors. Elio stumbles back as the cackling woman is… absorbed?? by a strange creature. Her laughter becomes burbled, her eyes vacant, and a girl next to him screams.

He should know them.

He needs to know them.

Why doesn't he know them??

—

Elio wakes with a start, flinging his blankets across the room. They land beside Calem with a soft thwap, but his roomate doesn't so much as stir. He sits there for a moment, panting and staring wide-eyed at absolutely nothing, before drawing his knees close to his chest and burying his face in his arms.

Those people… that girl and that woman, he knew them. There was a familiarity about them that dangled right in front of him, so tauntingly close but ultimately out of reach.

Elio hates these dreams. It isn't always the same faces, the same places, but it's always the same achingly familiar feeling coupled with a face he knows he should recognize, but… the details are fading even now, into a fuzzy blur of "I should know who they are" that makes everything inside twist up and hurt.

There's scrabbling at the door, and the handle jiggles a little. Elio sniffs, then wipes his face with his arm. He knows what this is, it's happened before. More times than he tries to let himself think of. 

The scratching persists until Elio gets up to open the door, and he forces himself to smile for his visitor. It's a Sneasel, looking up at him with worried red eyes. She mewls, then carefully grabs him by the wrist and gently, so as to not accidentally poison him, guides him out of his room. He knows the route and could certainly get to where he's going on his own, but it feels nice to let someone else lead for a bit.

Sneasel leads him to the only other opened door, then points inside and chirps at him. Elio pats her on the head and whispers, "Thank you." She gives him a mrrp in response and snuggles into the touch. Not sure if the one resident of the room is awake, he opts to knock on the door frame a few times. 

"Come in," says a sleepy-sounding voice from within, and Elio obliges, pushing the door more open to fit through. A lantern is lit, if dimly, and Sneasel unsurprisingly patters over to it. Elio is close behind, and kind eyes wait for both of them. 

"Sorry to wake you, Ingo," he apologizes. Ingo shakes his head and pulls Sneasel into his lap.

"It's quite alright, I would not have woken up had Sneasel not alerted me. I'm happy to listen or help if I am able, was it bad dreams again?" When Elio nods, Ingo pats a spot on the bed next to him. Elio sits down, and Ingo has his arm around his shoulders for all of about five seconds before Elio starts to crack.

"I miss them," he says, leaning into the hug. He's not just talking about the girl and the woman–somehow, he doesn't feel as horrible about her–but the two boys he'd dreamed about too, the man in the white coat and the woman who talked about space and science. "I miss them and I don't even know them. I did, but I don't anymore, and it hurts, and they were so important to me, I know they were, but nothing's there! I…"

Elio hesitates for a moment. Tears roll down his face and Ingo has to stop Sneasel from trying to wipe them away. He pets the pokemon between the ears, takes a deep breath, and says, "I feel like a bad friend, because I don't remember anything about them."

Ingo pulls him in closer, and Elio sobs into his chest. They stay like that for a while, Elio crying and Ingo making soothing shushing sounds. Sneasel, not one to be left out, nuzzles right up to Elio's face. At some point, Ingo starts stroking his back in gentle, slow circles. It reminds Elio of his mother, how can he still remember her?, and he slowly calms down.

After a few minutes, he pulls away and sniffles, wiping his face with the back of his hand. The front of Ingo's undershirt is soaked with tears and snot, but he doesn't even seem to notice. Instead, his eyes are soft and trained on Elio. "You are not a bad friend, Elio," he says quietly. "The train you boarded was entirely out of your control, with a conductor who left you stranded and alone. You can't blame yourself for any memories you lost." When Elio doesn't look convinced, Ingo sighs. "Is Bren to blame for his loss of his entire identity?"

"What? No, of course not!" Elio stares at Ingo. How could he even ask that? 

Ingo scratches Sneasel underneath the chin. "Bravo, exactly. Though you arrived in different conditions, you both took similar lines to get here, by no choice of your own. We all did. You aren't a bad friend, Elio, because you didn't choose to forget them."

Elio looks down at Sneasel and fiddles with her feather. "What if I did, though? I mean, I can't remember, what if there was a choice, and I made it and decided to forget them for… something, I don't know!"

"I don't even believe that to be a possibility," Ingo says simply.

"But what if–"

"Elio." Ingo's tone is equal parts stern and gentle. "You and all of the others are some of the most wonderful passengers I've had the honor of conducting. You are all extraordinary in many areas, and one that you all excel in is your compassion for people and pokemon. While you may have your mischievous moments, your goal is never to hurt anyone and everyone makes it to the station safely. You value the feelings and wellbeing of others greatly, and that is a quality you should pride yourselves on. So no, I don't believe that you, or any of the others, either, willingly chose to arrive at this destination." 

For a moment, Elio just lets the words sit. They sort of ping around in his head like… he’s sure there’s a comparison he can make, something he knows or used to know, but it doesn’t come to him. Whatever it was, he has a feeling it was funny. Still, Elio doesn’t dwell on it. Instead, he relaxes into the hug Ingo draws him in and tries to focus on the now, on the good things. He’s in a village instead of wandering the wilds, and he has Ingo and the others. They’re family, or as close to one as any of them have here, and they’re here for each other when someone’s sad or scared, like now. He’s got a Sneasel trying to butt into the hug.

He’s okay.

He’s not a bad friend.

And some day, he and everyone else will go home, to where they belong.

Eventually, they end up pulling out one of the spare bedrolls that Ingo keeps in his room for situations like these. And in the morning, Ingo’s not surprised at all to see that same bedroll empty and hear a neighbor shriek in surprise. The shriek is followed by laughter, and Ingo doesn’t need to strain to hear the slap of a high-five and a pair of kids giggling.

[un-pearable]

the aggressiveness with which the JTTW text asserts that sun wukong is both ugly and short is so fuckin funny. it’s constantly reminding you he’s a) less than four feet tall b) bald, as he shaved his head to become a monk c) “ugly” - bc he. he looks like a monkey. he has monkey features. not really surprised bud. d) is skinny and “consumptive” bc he’s. a monkey. and e) got angry red eyes from the furnace but actually irl is. another monkey trait. he’s just a normal monkey. we get it. he’s a monkey. everyone since the 16th century has ignored this <3 hot monkey men abound

[ct-7567]

tumblr definitely already starting to misuse the term parasocial relationship

[snekdood]

oh and just so yall know, before i forget this; my ex is the one who started the whole “you’re gonna get beat up” shit by telling me their military cis guy friend who still lives in my state wants to fight me. so if yall have an issue with me wanting to fight my ex then get off my ass about it and go confront them 

[namcelestial]

love skz love how playful they are but the constant jokes about changbin's weight make me uncomfortable </3

[blizzardfluffykpop]

So I'm going to have a series for Halloween coming out for seventeen from the 19th-31st! It's going to be all fluff! Also I'll be releasing a sneak peak soon or something like that, this weekish. But if you want to be tagged just let me know :)

[creepy-bi-day]

By the way? Shoutout to the anon that called Cody “another twink”. @fekst-fucker and I have decided that the creeps are all either hunks or twinks—

Cody and Toby are twink squad.

I think Toby would be more of a twunk tho. He beefier than his brother.

[crystalkleure]

I’ve seen some people get laid into lately about calling scars “horrible/horrifying/etc.”; people have said that’s ableist language, and I do see where they’re coming from there, but...I’m not quite sure I entirely agree?

Like, I’ve got some gruesome scars on me. When people tell me “wow, that looks horrible”, it’s not necessarily an insult, I think. When I hear it, revulsion isn’t the tone in their voice -- they aren’t calling me ugly.

For example: There’s a huge nasty scar all down the back of my left forearm, and here’s how I got that: I did it to myself.

I have an apparently very rare [or more likely extremely underdiagnosed] condition called Environmental Illness. I basically become super allergic to anything I’m exposed to too much -- and that includes food. Long story short-ish, I was actively starving to death, sought medical help, the doctor didn’t believe me when I said that I felt Extremely Physically Ill every time I tried to eat anything substantial because he did like 3 tests and “couldn’t find anything physically wrong” with me, so he decided I was just anorexic and then improperly Baker Acted me. Invoked the fucking Baker Act. That’s when you have someone placed into a fucking psych ward against their will because you’ve deemed them a threat to themself or other people. [I EXTREMELY could have sued that doctor over this, because not only was his “anorexia” diagnosis incorrect, YOU DON’T SEND ANOREXIC PEOPLE TO THE PSYCH WARD. It’s not an eating disorder clinic! They’re not equipped for those patients! Even the staff there were VERY upset with Dr. Malpractice over that dumbfuck move.]

Anyway, I was in the fucking psych ward, was freaking the fuck out because 1. I was in the fucking psych ward, and 2. I knew there was something Actually Very Physically Wrong with me, hence me trying to seek medical help for it in the first place, so I knew I needed to be in the Physical Ailment part of the hospital, not the Mental Ailment part. So, with my soft, blunt-ass broken useless fingernails, I tried to claw a trench in my arm so deep it would need stitches, which would hopefully force the staff to transfer me to the Physical Ailment side of the hospital where I could try again to explain what was wrong and beg a Physical Ailment Doctor to take another look at me. Because in the psych ward, the staff are trained to just assume you’re a hypochondriac or a drug-seeker I guess. No one would even kind of listen to me and even vaguely entertain the possibility of me being Actually Physically Sick.

I wasn’t successful in needing stitches, because my nails were too dull to do deep enough damage before the pain forced me to stop, but I did manage to fuck myself up enough to leave a permanent mark, apparently. It’s a little faded, but that scar is very much still there and still huge.

...And when I tell people about that, I’m AIMING for “horrific”. I WANT them to be horrified at the reason I have that scar, because that event sure as hell infuriated me and it’s validating to hear other people be appalled at what I went through as well. Fuck yeah, that sucked.

So, they’re not necessarily being “grossed out”-horrified at the fact that my skin is “”ugly”” now or whatever, so much as they’re being 1. “angry”-horrified at the injustice that created the scar, and/or 2. “empathetic”-horrified at imagining how much it must have hurt when that wound was fresh. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten an “it’s a shame you look so gross now lol” revulsion reaction from people who have seen my old injuries, they literally always have one or more of the other attitudes about it. Scars ARE often horrifying, but I think only unempathetic assholes see them as ugly/gross.

TL;DR: There are different kinds of “horrifying”, and “ew ugly” isn’t necessarily always the one people are trying to express. Yeah, I’d get mad at “ew ugly” too, but that’s not usually the version of “horrified” people are going for in reaction to scar tissue, I think. idk, I guess it’s situational and depends on the person.

[succubusvalentine]

Just Go With It

Xavier Thorpe x Reader

Fake dating trope

Disclaimer ~ I do not support Percy Hynes White, this is about the character and not the actor.

WARNINGS ! ~ None just fluff !

Walking out of class, you saw him. Paul, a siren that honestly everybody secretly hated.

And unfortunately for you, he couldn't take no for an answer. Over and over he had asked you on a date. Countless times. You think nobody's had the guts to say no to him before or he thinks you're playing hard to get.

Out of your peripheral, you saw him look at you and start walking towards you. In a moment of pure instinct you grabbed onto somebody's arm in front of you.

You felt them tense, you look up to see Xavier, a devastatingly handsome young man who you were kind of acquainted with, you had only met at one of Bianca's parties.

'I'm sorry, just go with it, please' you muttered, he looked down at you confused, before nodding.

He put his arm around you pulling you in close, walking towards the courtyard.

Walking out you saw Enid, Wednesday, Bianca, and Ajax. Ajax was handing Bianca a bag of blunts as Bianca complained about the price

'Bianca, you can just get a bag of weed cheaper, the only reason the blunts cost more is because I have to roll them!'

'fine' Bianca mumbled

As you and Xavier made your way to the table everybody was seated, Enid broke out in a smile at the two of you, while everybody else looked kind of shocked.

Sitting down on the table, you saw Paul again, making a bee line towards you. You groaned as he approached the table,

'Y/N can I talk to you?'

'Paul I do not want to go out with you'

'Why not? I'm everything you could want and more baby'

You watched as almost everybody around you cringed at his words.

'I'm in a relationship Paul, stop asking me out'

'With who?'

'Me' Xavier said, his 6'2 frame towering over Pauls 5'6 one.

'Really Y/N? This weirdo? He hangs out in a shed with his free time doing god knows what' Paul scoffed.

'So what? At least he doesn't harass women to make them go out with him' you said crossing your arms over your chest.

'Whatever, don't come crawling back to me when you realise how much of a creep this guy is. You're such a slut for leading me on'

Everybody's eyes widened at Pauls use of 'slut'.

You watched as Xavier pushed Paul against one of the columns surrounding the courtyard, Enid attempted to get off of Wednesdays lap but Wednesday just held onto her tighter, clearly wanting to see how this went down.

'Don't fucking call her that you piece of shit' Xavier spat in Pauls face,

In all honesty, you loved the sight of Paul shitting himself.

Paul looked over at you in hopes you would tell Xavier to back down. You didn't.

'Don't look at her for help, you really think she would help you? You fucking harassed her for weeks just because she wouldn't go out with you' Xavier said, dropping Paul from where he had been pinned.

Paul got up from off the ground, shrugging his blazer back on properly, before running off, probably to tell Ms Weems.

Xavier walked back over to the group, Ajax passing him the blunt he was smoking with Bianca.

As that whole thing unravelled you were just sat in shock, how did Xavier know Paul was harassing you for so long? As Xavier sat next to you on the bench you quickly turned to him, kissing his cheek.

He smiled, blowing out the smoke from the blunt before kissing you.

You didn't know how to react at first before moving your lips with his.

'Alright you two, no making out in the courtyard. Xavier come to my office' Weems said walking over with Paul trailing behind. You broke apart although you really didn't want to

'Pussy.' Wednesday mumbled as Enid giggled.

Xavier got off the bench, kissing your cheek one more time

'Now! Mr Thorpe' Weems said

This is a lot shorter than my normal things but hope y'all liked it and stuff. I'm thinking about writing some Wednesday x Enid stuff in the future but idk probably will

lmk if you liked this by liking, commenting, reblogging or following !

[idy-ll-ique]

mr grumpy man

pairing: mob boss!bucky barnes x f!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

warnings: smut, mentions of abuse and wounds, adultery

requested: nope

word count: ~4.3k

summary: bucky kidnaps y/n because her husband owes him money. what happens when he finds out her husband is abusive?

author's note: hi guys! i crossed 1450 followers today, plus my masterlist is about to reach 1000 notes, and ngl i'm kinda excited for that, so i wanted to post. i have been writing fanfiction even though i stopped posting weekly (it's a great stress reliever). so yeah... enjoy! (also lmk if you want me to write and post a part 2, since the ending to this imo feels kind of incomplete) also ik i am reusing names but go with it, it's difficult to come up with names :(

masterlist

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The sound of her gasp echoed around the garage as the blindfold was lifted off her eyes. Y/N blinked in the dim light, her hand trying to reach up to soothe her aching head, but— She struggled to free her tied hands, to no avail. Finally collapsing against the chair, she looked around the room as her eyes adjusted to the lights. Or the lack thereof.

A bunch of men stood ahead of her. In the centre was a tall, brunet man, his blue eyes glistening with… mirth. He seemed happy, even though his face didn’t betray an emotion. “S-Sir… Who…” Y/N choked out, thanking the Gods that her mouth was still usable. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re awake,” the man crooned, walking up to her. She peered up at him, a little scared and a lot confused. 

Bucky blinked at her. Why… Why was she looking at him like that? There wasn’t an ounce of fear he could see on her face, just— perplexion. “Mrs Silverstein,” he began. “Yeah?” He internally heaved a sigh of relief. At least he had the right person. But then why wasn’t she scared? Surely, being married to a mob boss meant she knew the danger mob bosses posed. “I’m James Barnes.” Y/N cocked her head to the side. “M-Mr Barnes, have you— kidnapped me?” 

“If you know that, why aren’t you scared?!” Bucky burst out impatiently. This woman was starting to get on his nerves with her nonchalance. “...ooh, ah, save me…” Y/N mumbled a couple seconds later, pursing her lips to keep herself from smiling. She never thought she would be, but here she was now! Kidnapped! Meaning, away from her husband! Bucky growled in annoyance. “Are you fucking mocking me or something?”

She hurriedly shook her head, lowering it in shame. “Sorry.” He huffed. “Your husband—” Y/N nearly flinched at the mention. “—has stolen a huge sum of money from me. So now, my dear, you’re going to live with me until he returns the money.” Bucky wasn’t a monster. As annoyed as the woman was making him, he had no intentions of hurting her. He simply wanted to lure Edmund, her husband, to him by using Y/N as bait.

“Wait, seriously?” Y/N realised she might have come off a little excited because Bucky raised an eyebrow at her, his men exchanging glances in shock. “You’re— happy about that?” Bucky asked, bewildered. “No I’m not,” she muttered, clearly lying. Bucky shook his head, deciding to let it go. Surely she was so… scared and traumatised that she was acting bizarrely. It had to be that. “Okay… um, untie her, I’m taking her to her room.”

Two of his men stepped forward and untied her hands and legs. Bucky expected her to kick and scream upon being untied but instead, she simply stood up, dusting her clothes. “My room, sir?” Bucky stammered incoherently. “Uh, sure,” he ended up mumbling, leading her into the mansion whose garage they were in. He kept alert; maybe once away from the guards she would act up. “Intelligent,” he thought.

But even when they were away from all the guards, just the two of them, Y/N kept demurely following him, looking up at the mansion. “Wow,” she whistled, “This is your house? It’s pretty solid, dude.” Bucky stopped in his tracks, turning to face her. “Okay, what stupid fucking game are you playing with me right now?! You really think I’m that dumb, Mrs Silverstein? You think I don’t know what you’re doing?! Playing nice until you get a chance to run back to your husband?!” 

This time, she did end up flinching at Edmund’s mention. Bucky noticed and paused, his brows furrowing in suspicion. “I don’t— I’m not playing any games. Look—” She rummaged through all her clothing. “I don’t have any weapons on me and plus my hands are recovering from injuries, so I’m not even strong enough to kill someone like you. Have you looked at yourself? You think I will be able to hurt you?” Bucky released a breath.

An awkward silence fell between them. “What are your hands recovering from?” he finally ended up asking as they commenced their walk. “Broke my bones in both hands, just a little accident, heh,” Y/N chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck. A few more minutes passed. He glanced at her. She was looking at the decoration around the house, lips pursed, as if she was about to burst into tears.

And without thinking, he asked the one question a kidnapper never asks their victim.

“Are you okay?”

A teardrop leaked down Y/N’s eye and she hurriedly wiped it off, clearing her throat. “Yeah.” What the fuck was her deal? They soon stopped outside a bedroom; Bucky opened the door, revealing— “This is the most beautiful room I’ve ever seen!” Y/N gasped, awed. The colour scheme was pretty, there was an attached bathroom and also a balcony! "This makes my architect heart really happy."

"You're an architect?" Bucky couldn't help but ask again. "I was, before I got married. Edmund didn't like that I worked, he then started keeping me at home," she revealed. Bucky found himself getting annoyed again but this time not by Y/N, by Edmund. "Well, uh, you've seen everything. Spare clothes are in the wardrobe, um, the shower has clean water if you want to clean up… there's facewash and body wash in the bathroom and also toothpaste and a toothbrush."

"Aren't you, like, my kidnapper? Why such nice treatment?" Y/N wondered. "I have no personal vendetta against you, I'm after your husband. And I'm using you as bait. So don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. That's how my mob functions." A smile bloomed on her face. "That's a nice way to function. Uh, I'll see you then, Mr Barnes." Bucky licked his dry lips. "Yeah, s-see you."

He left her room, closing the door behind him. But he simply stood there, his thoughts racing. The way she wasn't upset that she was kidnapped, the way she flinched earlier when he mentioned her husband, and how sad she looked when she told him her husband didn't allow her to work after they got married. All the proof was there— She disliked him. Y/N disliked Edmund. But was there more to it?

Was she only upset about her job, or maybe something more? Bucky shook his head, heading to his own room. Now that he knew, her previous behaviour didn't seem so… annoying anymore. 

-

The next morning, Bucky woke up with Y/N on his mind. Immediately upon getting out of bed, he rushed to Y/N's room, pausing before knocking. When she didn't open the door, his nose scrunched and he pushed the door open, freezing when he saw her naked in the middle of the room, a pair of his shorts in her hands. The spare clothes he'd given her. Y/N froze as well, the water from her wet hair dripping on the floor. She had just finished taking a shower. 5 uncomfortable minutes later, both of them snapped out of it.

Bucky was staring at her body. "My men didn't raise a finger on you," he whispered as she hurriedly covered herself with her towel. "Mr Barnes—" He entered the room, slamming the door shut behind him as he closed the distance between them. "I told them not to. Then what is this?" Her body was covered in scars big and small, and also healing bruises. Some that looked an angry red, some black and blue, while the almost healed ones looked yellow-green.

Her arms, her legs, her torso… except her face. Every body part was injured. "Y-Your men didn't do it," Y/N quietly assured him, avoiding eye contact. Bucky's chest heaved with anger. "Then who?" Y/N gulped in fear. "E-Edmund did." Bucky was hoping it wouldn't be the answer. "I fucking knew it," he growled, "I suspected it last night—" He stopped when Y/N touched his arm. "L-Let me get ready?" He left the room on her insistence.

Blood boiling, he stormed into the dining room, startling the housekeeping staff as he sat on a chair, glaring at the innocent table in front of him. He didn't think Edmund would be able to anger him more than when he stole Bucky’s money but apparently knowing that he abused his wife too did the trick. Maybe it was the way Edmund’s behaviour reminded him of his own father— that was a can of worms for another day.

He turned towards the door when he heard footsteps behind him. Y/N had just walked in, wearing a grey t-shirt that was too big on her as well the pair of shorts he’d seen previously. She silently sat in front of him, her head hanging low. “The broken bones, that was him, no?” A beat passed and she nodded. Bucky was so furious now he couldn’t speak; they ended up having breakfast without speaking to one another. Afterwards, Bucky sent Y/N back to her room.

The hours began passing. When Y/N noticed that the sun was about to set, her stomach hungrily growling being the thing that snapped her out of her trance, she wondered if she would be let out of the room and given some food. Turns out she didn’t have to wait for an answer— just as the thought passed through her head, the door opened and Bucky walked in, tongue in cheek.

“I’m back home.” Y/N didn’t know he’d left. “Did you… did you have lunch? I forgot to remind the housekeeping staff to give you lunch.” She shook her head no. “I’ve been here the whole day.” His face showed… remorse? An apologetic look crossed his face. “C-Come downstairs to eat something now.” Without a complaint, she got off the bed and followed him towards the dining room. On the dining table was a big plate of cut-up fruits.

Bucky beckoned her to have the first bite. Like in the morning, they sat quiet, until Bucky spoke first. “I called… Edmund today.” Her gaze lifted from the fruits to his face. “What did he say?” she whispered, somewhat dreading the answer. “I asked for a huge ransom, basically something along the lines of what he stole from me. He said… It'll take time. He also threatened me.” This time a chuckle escaped his lips. “If you do anything to my wife, I swear,” he mimicked, causing Y/N to laugh as well.

“Bold coming from him,” she sighed, a tiny smile showing on her face. The mood dimmed again— as “fun” as the conversation was, they weren’t… friends. Y/N was still his victim, Bucky still her kidnapper. There were boundaries they knew they couldn’t cross. But still, there was something…

After finishing the fruit, Bucky took her back to her room. “I’ll see you at dinner,” he cleared his throat, poking his tongue in his cheek again. Y/N pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, clasping her hands as she swayed back and forth on her toes and heels. She was about to speak when Bucky began walking away, thinking the conversation was done.

She only stared after him.

-

The days began passing quicker. In what felt like a mere minute, a week passed since Y/N's kidnapping. There was still no sign of Edmund, and Bucky was getting impatient. Impatient not because of money, impatient because Y/N was growing on him. He’d started finding her and her mannerisms tolerable and dare he say it— cute. He had started finding her adorable.

Her hair, her eyes, her nose, her lips, her figure— the figure he’d seen all of before. Y/N was pretty, no doubt, but Bucky mentally hit himself with an imaginary stick every time she was around. He couldn’t possibly think his victim, another man’s wife, was beautiful. But there was no doubt about the fact. Bucky was steadily falling.

Unbeknownst to him, so was she. As little time as they spent with each other, Y/N found herself eagerly awaiting the next time she could see him. She found herself admiring his looks when he wasn’t looking. His steely blue eyes, his long brown hair, his stubble, his physique— the upper part of which she had managed to catch a glimpse of one time— him. She admired him.

Not to mention the fact he treated her way, way better than Edmund ever did. Always gave her food and water, checked on her from time to time, and gave her good living conditions. This was much less a kidnapping and much more a vacation of sorts. The only difference being? While Bucky actively hated himself for falling for her, Y/N didn’t mind in the slightest.

If anything, she had subconsciously begun to pamper herself, as well as she could, so Bucky would notice. He gave her a reason to distance her thoughts from her husband; when they got married, and when the abuse began, she used to think no one else could like her, and the fact that Edmund was still willing to keep her as his wife— she should accept that. But the previous week, she hardly ever thought of him.

She was staring out the window of her room when there was a knock on her door. Her hands flew up to flatten her hair as the door opened. Like she hoped, Bucky stood on the other side, wearing a black tank top and grey sweatpants. She blinked owlishly at him. “Come with me.” Y/N hurriedly got off the bed and waddled behind him. To her surprise, he began leading her out of the mansion.

Y/N hadn’t been out of the house since the first night. Dread filled her mind— was Edmund here to pick her up? Instinctively she stopped in her tracks, her eyes filling with tears as she grabbed Bucky’s arm, stopping him as well. He whirled around, startled to see her crying. “Wh-What happened, why are you crying?” A choked sob escaped her lips as she shook her head.

“He’s here, isn’t he? P-Please don’t hand me over to him, please,” she croaked. Before Bucky could speak she piped up again. “Just kill me— I b-beg, Mr Barnes, please!” Another sob left her lips and Bucky felt his resolve breaking. Somehow freeing his arm from her grasp, he walked towards her and hugged her tight, holding her close to his chest. “Shh,” he whispered, rubbing her back.

Y/N slowly stopped crying, her fists clutching the back of his tank top. Bucky rested his chin on her head, one arm wrapped tight around her waist as the other continued to rub her back, helping to even out her breathing. His resolve cracked fully— no, Edmund was not getting her back. “He’s not here,” he assured her quietly, “I promise.” She finally calmed down.

“Then where are you taking me?” The way her voice had become so tiny suddenly… Bucky wanted to hit himself for unnecessarily scaring her. “For a walk. I-I thought we— I mean you, should take a walk in the garden for some… fresh air. And I’ll come along… to keep an eye on you,” he stammered. A second passed and she nodded. “I’d like that.” He internally heaved a sigh of relief and they began walking to the mansion’s garden again— this time holding hands.

Y/N was so shaken up and frightened that she refused to let go of Bucky’s hand. Each time he tried pulling away, she whined and held his hand tighter. “Y/N.” Hearing his stern tone, she reluctantly let go of his hand, only to be surprised as he draped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him. They fell quiet. After spending an hour outside, Bucky noticed it was dinnertime. 

They had dinner. And then it was time for Y/N to go to her room again. Try as she might to fall asleep, she couldn’t. Each time she closed her eyes, Edmund’s face appeared in front of her, scaring her awake. Quivering, Y/N stood up, walking out of the room. She wanted to see Bucky. But she didn’t know where his room was. Sighing in defeat, she slid down in front of the door, sitting with her knees pulled to her chest. The bedroom felt too unsafe. 

What she didn’t know was that Bucky wasn’t in his room. He was in the living room, having a glass of whiskey. An hour would pass before he made his way upstairs; since Y/N’s room was nearer to the staircase than his own, he had to pass by in front of her room to go to his. And he was shocked to see her sitting outside, rather than inside. “Y/N?!” She looked up at him, pressing her lips shut to keep herself from crying in front of him again.

Also sighing in defeat and throwing his morals and ethics aside, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. A gasp left her lips as Bucky pinned her against the wall. Her hands were held over her head, Bucky holding her wrists with one hand as the other rested on the wall right next to her waist. “Fuck you for being so adorable and perfect, honestly,” he mirthlessly laughed before pressing his lips to hers in a noisy, wet kiss. 

Y/N involuntarily moaned as the kiss got too overwhelming. Bucky, hearing that, grabbed her waist with his free hand and shifted closer to her, grinding his steadily hardening cock against her most sensitive area. “Mmh,” she breathed out. “Liking that, princess?” His hand let go of her wrists to take off the t-shirt she wore. When her breasts came into view, Bucky groaned. 

“Ungh, M-Mr Barnes, ah,” she whimpered when he bent forward, taking a nipple between his teeth as his hand toyed with the other one. “Fuck,” he hissed when she rolled her hips against his. Not wasting more time, he knelt in front of her and yanked her shorts down, the cool night air colliding with her wet cunt making her moan. Bucky smirked as he smeared some of her juices around with his fingers.

“So fucking wet for me,” he hummed, grabbing the back of her thighs before burying his face between them, lapping greedily at the juices. His nose rubbed against her clit; Y/N’s fingers curled in his hair, gently pulling him closer. Bucky didn’t even feel like coming up for air. She had the prettiest cunt he’d ever seen, and she tasted sweet, just like her personality. “Bu-Bucky, I’m gonna cum!” When he heard that he finally stopped and looked up at her.

Her face was flushed and her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted as she rested her head against the wall, her chest heaving. That picture drilled itself into his head; he would never forget that look, how ethereal she looked as he made her fall apart on his tongue. “Cum for me, my love, you won’t be doing so for anyone else for a long, long time.” Hearing those words Y/N let go.

Bucky drank everything she offered. It was like an elixir to him. “So gorgeous, so delicious,” he whispered and stood up, holding her by the hips when her knees buckled. That orgasm had been her most powerful yet. Bucky definitely knew what he was doing. “Come.” He gently carried her in his arms bridal style, allowing her to rest as he took her to his room, kicking open the door with his foot.

Y/N passed out as soon as her head hit the pillow, but Bucky suspected she’d fallen asleep earlier than that, in his arms, rather. His cock was throbbing hard; lying down next to her, he lowered his pants and took his length in his hand, leisurely stroking it as he thought of Y/N— the look on her face. No matter if he got or didn’t get the money from Edmund, he wasn’t giving up on Y/N. She was his now, his to care for. His to fall for. 

He felt his orgasm coming. With a whisper of her name he let go, spurting hot, white liquid onto his thighs and hand. Bucky then cleaned himself and pulled his sweatpants up over his limp cock, turning on his side to envelope Y/N in his arms. She, still asleep, turned into him too, burying her face in his chest, curling into him.

For the first time since forever, a genuine smile bloomed on his face.

-

The next morning couldn't arrive sooner. Bucky woke up before Y/N, and when the previous night's memories resurfaced, one more smile tugged on his lips as he turned to look at the woman asleep next to him. Her lips were turned upwards, and he wondered what kind of a dream she was having. "Oh, Bucky," she suddenly whispered, humming as she turned to lay on her back, facing away from him. Bucky didn't contain his chuckle; the noise woke Y/N up and she blinked her eyes open.

"What was I doing in your dream?" he asked her in a whisper as soon as she gained her senses. "We were in a park eating ice-cream together," she sleepily whispered back, accepting his invite to snuggle closer to him. "But you moaned my name," he cheekily pointed out, "So what was I doing exactly?" At that her cheeks heated up. "I— I had some ice-cream on my lips and you—" She couldn't finish her sentence out of embarrassment. Bucky laughed quietly, trying not to ruin the serenity of the morning.

He leaned in and gave her a peck on the corner of her mouth. "I did that?" Squealing a little, she hit his shoulder and buried her face in his chest, hands covering her eyes. By then Bucky was smiling so wide, he thought his mouth was going to tear open. He wrapped his arms tight around her, holding her impossibly close as they simply lay there, basking in the quietness and bliss of the early morning sun's rays coming in through the closed, white curtains of the window.

Alas the bliss didn't last long; Bucky's phone began ringing, snapping them both out of their trance. Bucky reached for the night stand and grimaced when the Caller ID came into view. "Why him?" Y/N groaned as well, wrapping her arms around herself. "Yes, Silverstein? Do you finally have my money ready?" Bucky drawled, his arm snaking around Y/N's waist. "How is my wife? Is she alright? Let me talk to her!" Bucky glanced at Y/N.

"He wants to talk to you," he whispered to her and her eyes went wide. She tried saying no but Bucky had to be convincing one way or another. So she decided to help him. 

Taking the phone from his hand, Y/N held it to her ear. "Hello?" She heard Edmund's sighs of relief. Fake. "My love, are you okay? He hasn't hurt you, has he?" If by hurt you mean making me pass out by giving me a strong orgasm then yes, yes he hurt me. Badly. "No he hasn't." Edmund mumbled something on the other end. "Listen, I have the money ready, okay? I'm getting you back, I promise! You're mine, my wife, and I'll never let anyone hurt you."

"Then why are you the one hurting her, asshole?" Bucky muttered to himself, rolling his eyes. Y/N cracked a half-smile at his tone before clearing her throat. "Y-Yeah. So when are you… coming to pick me up?" Bucky snatched the phone from her hand. "I'll be there this evening, my love. I'll assure him that I've come alone, but I will bring some of my men— once I have you back, I'll have them attack him and we'll walk away with the money. You have to play along, hm?"

Bucky smirked. He held the phone away and covered the speakers, turning to Y/N. "Say okay, I'll see you in the evening." She nodded and Bucky gave her the phone. "I'll see you in the evening, okay," she told Edmund, who ended the call. Y/N kept the phone down on her bed, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms. "What did he say? He's coming in the evening?" Bucky laughed loudly, startling her.

"That's the thing! He thought he was still talking to you, so he told you this really elaborate plan that I wasn't supposed to hear. And now I'm one step ahead of him." Y/N laughed at his words too. "Really?! That's so awesome! Now you can plan accordingly, and take the money back!" 

He tugged on her hand to pull her close. "Take the money and keep you by my side." Y/N's cheeks flushed. "And that," she mumbled shyly. "Well, now that I know he's coming in the evening, there's still plenty of time that we have, you know…" Bucky hinted coyly, making her lie down on the bed and hovering above her, propped up by his arms. Y/N smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss. "Show me what you got, then."

"Oh, trust me princess, I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve, let's see if by the end of it you can even walk."

-

a/n: thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

[pedgito]

Thinking of an modern! Eddie fic idea where the fruity for and the reader are all hanging out (doesn’t matter where) and the reader is flirting with a guy over text, she decides to go to the restroom and take some nudes but instead of sending them to the guy shes talking to she sends them to her best friend Eddie Munson who is sitting across from her. Eventual smut.

author's note: i took some liberties here and excluded the fruity four scenario, it just wouldn't fit the way this idea came to me so i hope you don't mind!

cw: 18+ (minors dni), modern!eddie, slightly inexperienced!eddie, confident!reader, established friendship, mentions of reader having lots of casual sex/partners, a little bit on pining/unrequited crushes, handjobs, if i missed anything lmk!

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You can’t help but feel a little regretful when your phone dings for the millionth time that night, screen light illuminating the darkness of the room, the only other light source being the television position in front of you both. 

Eddie was, hands down, your closest friend. He was the person you came to for everything, even slow nights like this when you just wanted to be around each other. And it could, from an outside perspective, look too codependent. But, if either of you were ever feeling sad or upset you always seeked out the other without hesitation.

Eddie felt ridiculous, practically on his hands and knees after school in an effort to have you come over tonight—it’s mostly for show, hoping to make you laugh, but you can see how desperately he needed it. 

Still, the notifications on your phone aren’t immune to Eddie’s senses, his eyes dragging toward the phone set atop the coffee table that his feet are resting on, a quick succession of messages in one go. 

He clears his throat softly, angling himself away slightly as you reach for the phone, looking back at him apologetically. 

You weren’t always this inconsiderate, but Eddie never seemed to mind, not initially anyways. 

It was pointless too, some bland conversation with a boy who was much too desperate to get in your pants—but you couldn’t lie to yourself, you were being just as promiscuous as you wanted to be, so the flirting ensues. 

It’s not bad either, but it starts to blend together, things you’ve seen time and time again. And Eddie looks like he’s on the brink of passing out, head slumped in his hand and his lip pouting out slightly. 

“You don’t have to stay,” He says quietly, his free hand tucked under his shirt, pressing against the warmth of his skin, “I get it.”

Did he, though? Or was he just trying to be nice?

Either way, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him high and dry on a night that he really needed you. And usually you both would be cuddled up against each other, but that wasn’t how tonight was going. You couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or exhausted, maybe a mix of both. 

“I’m not leaving,” You respond, half offended that he would even suggest it, “I just—I’m gonna deal with this so they’ll stop bothering me.”

Whatever that would entail.

“Okay,” He relents, his voice soft, “I’ll pause it if you want.”

The movie, pausing the movie—you glance at the screen and back at Eddie, shaking your head.

“I’ll be quick.” You assure him before fleeing down the hall to the tiny bathroom, unlocking your phone.

And while you don’t necessarily condone sending nude photos of yourself to people you barely knew, you weren’t exactly a stickler for following the rules. Plus, you were good about keeping any identifying marks out of the pictures, namely your face. 

You can hear Eddie move around in the other room, his walls dangerously thin. The old couch creaks as he moves and then the front door is squeaking open and slamming shut a few seconds later.

Smoke break. 

Well, that or he was giving you some privacy. 

You get a text from Eddie a moment later confirming your suspicions.

‘Out front for a smoke if you want to join.’

Followed by another.

‘When you’re done.’

You sigh heavily, switching over to your camera and dealing with the pressing task at hand, lifting your shirt up just above your breasts, a thin and see-through material that gave the subtlest view of your nipples, the curve of your breasts pushed together deliciously—you had to give yourself some credit, they were absolutely picture-worthy. 

You snap the picture quickly, fleeting before you overthink it.

But, it doesn’t feel like enough.

You reach your hands around to cup your tits, pulling them out of the material with ease so they sit perfectly on your chest, still slightly supported by the fabric bunched up underneath them.

Was it deserved? Maybe not. But, you couldn’t be bothered to second guess yourself, snapping the second picture and readjusting your clothes, phone scattering into the bowl of the sink as you set it down.

You did want to join Eddie, so you sent the pictures without checking, not realizing how detrimental of a mistake you made. The phone is shoved into your back pocket and you meet Eddie outside a few moments later, his back turned toward you as he puffed on the cigarette, nearly down to a stub. 

You reach around him effortlessly, plucking it from his fingers and pressing it to your own mouth.

“You could’ve asked for your own,” He laughs lowly, a deep chuckle that makes you feel warm all over, “I was trying to finish that.”

“Too late,” You smile, pressing the cigarette to your lips and puffing it dead, “I never finish mine and you know it.”

Eddie smiles knowingly, twisting you gently to urge you inside.

“Quick, before we freeze.” He tells you, opening the door to lead you back inside, the butt of the cigarette falling from your fingers as Eddie snuffs it out with his boot. 

“I really am sorry,” You apologize timidly, “I know this is supposed to be our time and—“

“Hey, it’s fine,” Eddie shrugs, poking at the frown line in your cheek as you look over at him, “you’re here, at least.”

Eddie grabs a few snacks and drinks to finish out the movie, letting you settle into the space between his legs on the floor, pillow pressed against his lap for you to lean against. He’s playing with your hair absently, your eyes drawn to the screen as he checks his phone, the insistent buzzing of an unchecked notification driving him crazy. 

He could only guess it was Dustin bugging him about something only he and Eddie would understand, but it’s not.

It’s not that at all.

It’s your contact name: two pictures attached.

Eddie’s fingers freeze against your hair, but it’s lost on you.

He’s not an idiot, he knows. God, he fucking knows.

And because he loves nothing more than to torture himself, he braves the fear that riddles his body and unlocks his phone, faced with the last thing he could ever expect.

“Oh fuck.” He says quietly, mostly to himself.

“Hmm?” You inquire, not bothering to look back at him.

Eddie stammers, phone almost slipping from his hand.

It’s not the first pair of tits he’s been blessed to see in his lifetime, but it’s not like he’s being bombarded with them on a regular basis. He’s had sex once, seen a girl naked once, in person, not counting the porn he watches on a regular basis—and he’s still new to all of this. But, this feels invasive.

Yet, he couldn’t pull his eyes away.

The silence is digging at you and you turn slowly, hand pressed like a fire-hot brand against his knee that makes him jump, his eyes pulling up toward you.

They’re wide—shocked, lost, and the words that he wants to say are dead on his tongue. 

“Eddie, is everything okay?” You ask, concerning flooding you at his state of emotion, “Is it Wayne?”

He could keep it to himself, never tell a soul and live with the fact that he’s a total creep, bound to jerk off to the pictures of you at some point—he’s never outwardly admitted his attraction toward you, but he doesn’t hide it either.

Eddie hasn’t tried to ruin the one good thing he has going on in his life because his dick is telling him so, it’s the one thing he prides himself over.

But, that’s quickly flying out the window.

“Hello,” You call out again, “earth to Eddie? You’re starting to freak me out now.”

Eddie rubs at his brow in exhaustion, forehead creasing as he flips his phone around, “I uh, don’t think these were meant for me.”

You look at him, confused, tearing the phone from his hands and suddenly your mouth is falling open, not a word to be spoken. 

“I mean, I’m flattered but—I think it’s safe to assume I wasn’t supposed to see those,” Eddie rambles, “not that like, I wouldn’t want to, but I figured it’s probably better to tell you rather than you finding out later and thinking that I didn’t tell you for some other reason, not that there is…a reason.”

You smile widely at his dramatic rambling. He only ever did it when he was nervous, which was inherently clear now.

This was going…great, clearly. 

“That’s–” You laugh uncomfortably, softly, “I’m so sorry, Eddie.”

“No, no—don’t be,” Eddie interjects, “I’m not like I’m bothered or anything—“

“God, I’m so stupid,” You reprimand yourself, tossing the phone back into his lap, his hand tensed tightly into the fabric of the pillow when you move, a small thing you wouldn’t have noticed without the cause of current situation, but you ignore it for now, “you text me—and I didn’t even think to switch it back to the other conversation and I just sent it, like an idiot.”

“I’ll delete it,” Eddie says, reaching for the phone, “I’m going to delete it right now.”

“You already saw it, I don’t think it really matters.”

And it’s the first inkling Eddie gets that maybe you don’t mind—it was a genuine mistake, but you’re more panicking for the sake of Eddie, rather than yourself. Seeing your friend naked wasn’t exactly an ideal situation, but it wasn’t one Eddie had a problem with, not with him harboring such a deep crush on you. 

“It feels wrong,” Eddie says, trying to laugh off how awkward things felt, “I mean, not that they’re bad photos—I think I should delete them.”

He shifts slightly, sitting up further as you turn to face him fully, knelt on the carpet at his feet—and that stupid, fucking pillow.

It’s covering the painful hard-on pressing against his jeans. Eddie hasn’t dealt with a situation like this since…well, ever.

Your eyes connect their briefly, the skin around his rings going white from his forcefully he’s gripping it, almost like he’s trying to rut into it secretly, relieving that silent ache. 

“Should? Because you want to, right?” You check in with him, his fingers hovering over the delete button, staring intensely back at you. 

“Yeah, of course.” He nods jerkily, “Friends don’t–don’t keep pictures like that, do they?”

He’s never been in such an unorthodox situation, learning the rules as he went. He never cuddled with friends or played with their hair, spent nights sleeping next to them in bed because the other was too tired to drive home–it’s a line you both have been walking on for a while, all that unspoken about tension collapsing in on itself.

“Only if they want to,” You tell, “You can–if you want to.”

“They weren’t meant for me.”

There’s a long beat of silence that has his heart racing in his chest, his face heating up.

“They can be.”

“But, what about–”

You shrug lightly, the light from the television shadowing around your face in a way that has Eddie mesmerized, caught up in the way you’re staring straight through him, your hand creeping toward his own, pulling gently at the fingers gripping the pillow.

“They were boring,” You tell him honestly, “and this is...a lot less.”

Eddie resists the pull for a moment, embarrassed by how easily he’s given himself over. It’s far from where he expected the night to go, and his internal monologue is screaming for him to say:

No. This won’t work. This can’t work.

“Eddie.” You say his name once, the tone in your voice telling him everything he needs to know.

Regardless of if this was a one time thing, you wanted it. And if all of this happened purely by chance, he’s thankful for the best goddamn divine intervention he’s ever experienced.

Eddie’s still speechless when you climb into his lap, thighs spread out over his own and his hands reaching around to squeeze at the wedge behind your knee, settling you more comfortably. 

This was normal, no different than any other time that you’ve sat in his lap, but your hands are hovering, pillow tossed to the side. You can see how painfully hard his dick is from where it’s pressed up against the thick fabric of his jeans. 

“I’m really trying not to make shit weird,” Eddie admits with a clipped laugh, “my body just kinda reacted.”

You shrug again, nonchalant. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”

Eddie glances down briefly, his hands rising up your thighs slightly, soft skin against rough denim. They squeeze at your hips, his gaze tilting back up toward you.

“What are we doing?”

It’s a question with a million and one answers, but you settle for something simple. Something Eddie can grasp and figure out himself.

“Whatever feels good,” You smile softly, pushing his long tresses behind his ears, the skin stained a deep red, “or we can go back to watching the movie and act like this didn’t happen.”

Eddie grips you a little tighter, like he might lose you.

“I can…help you out,” You suggest, glancing down with a mischievous grin, hands dragging toward the waistband of his jeans and tugging at the belt, “no stipulations or anything, unless you think it’ll go away on its own.”

“Probably–probably not.” Eddie admits. His morning wood wasn’t nearly as bad as this, but it always ended in him tensed up against the shower wall, fucking messily into the tight grip of his hand until he can finally find some relief. 

You eye him wordlessly–he can see it in the way you light up.

A silent ‘Then?’ hanging between you both.

Eddie makes the first movie, surprisingly. His hands reach for his belt, unbuckling it with anxious fingers and sweaty hands, fumbling with the zipper until he can finally get it far enough down that he can wiggle his jeans down a bit. You lift yourself slightly to allow the action before settling back down, hands smoothed out over your own thighs. The aggressive tent in his boxers is lingering still–

“I’ve never done this before,” Eddie admits, “Like, without all the other stuff.”

And kissing didn’t feel right, too intimate for the situation despite how badly you wanted to touch him.

“You jerk off, right?” You ask, knowing the question is a little redundant. Of course he does.

He nods.

“So, I’ll just help,” You tell him, “or just watch, whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Uh, no—I want,” Eddie nods slowly, looking up at you timidly, “I want you to help.”

There was no sense in him being shy, not with you. But, you get it—it’s uncharted territory, nothing either of you prepared for, but neither of you were turning down the opportunity. So, facing it head on seemed like the best.

“Okay,” You reply easily, dipping your hand between both of you to stretch under the material of his boxers, gripping him firmly. He’s hard, but everything about him is soft. You don’t dare a look, not yet, his eyes connecting with you briefly at the touch, his lips parting. It’s a soundless gasp, eyes pleasing silently, “is that fine?”

Eddie nods again, nose scrunching as you squeezed lightly, fingers rubbing over the fat head of his cock, the heaviness of him resting wonderfully in your hands. 

“Might—might be easier if you take it out.” Eddie suggests, lifting his hips slightly to do just that, freeing himself to allow more room for you to move, bare skin pressed against denim.

You peek a glance down in the poorly lit room, flushed pink head disappearing under your grip as you fist him tightly, his hips rocking every now and then to meet your movements, his hands squeezing tighter and tighter against your hips, subconsciously rocking them in time with his. There’s no friction for you, but you don’t need it—this was about Eddie.

For now, at least.

“God, that’s so good,” He whines softly, head dipping back against the cushion as his eyes squeeze shut, “yeah—like that.”

Your bottom lip pulls between your teeth, rubbing testingly over the tip for a prolonged amount of time, precum drenching your hand until it’s sticky with slick, making a horrendously hot sound as your hand sinks down to the base and squeezes.

Eddie breathes uneven, a mix of a sigh and groan wrapped into one, voice cracking in the middle. 

“Fuck, what are we doing?” He rambled, a sudden moment of revelation. “This is so—fuck—“

“Feels good?” You tease, “I’m having fun, Eddie—and I think it’s safe to say you are too.”

If the sounds he was making were any indication. 

“You had other plans—didn’t you?” Eddie asks curiously, pausing in between words when things get too intense, his fingers digging into your back. It’s not painful, but you can definitely feel it. 

“Maybe,” You shrug, “but you’re my best friend, Eddie—I’d do anything for you.”

“Yeah?” He asks, his voice sounding higher than usual.

“Mhm,” You nod, leaning over him slightly until your arm is pressed flush against both of your chests, the ridge of his cock rubbing against the front of your jeans at this angle—he’s so close to where he desperately craved to be, but still far enough away that it hurts. “Anything.”

“Fuck, I’m almost there.” He warns, feeling ashamed at how easy it was to work himself up. “Don’t wanna make a mess.”

You’re quick, using your free hand to lift your shirt over your head, hand leaving him for a brief second—he almost pouts, the feeling flagging slightly as his orgasm approached, but then he’s got your breasts in full view, pressed tightly against the intricate lace of your bra.

He really can’t take it, his hand cupping over your own as you return your grip around his cock, just as furious and tight as before, guiding you down as he likes, bringing himself closer and closer.

“Can’t believe you,” He says aloud, not for any reason in particular, “—doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

You laugh softly, hand sifting into his long curls and gripping at the root gently, he moans softly, eyes boring into your own.

“Depends,” You start menacingly, “how much are you enjoying it?”

He snorts softly, “Too much.”

His eyes linger toward your breasts, follow the slow rise and fall of your chest, the thin gold chain that dips between your cleavage and holds a similar guitar pick to the one he wore, a gift for you after a year of friendship.

It wasn’t because he wanted to see you dawning a piece of himself, it wasn’t that at all. But, you wore it proudly. 

You smirk knowingly, guiding him toward your chest encouragingly until his mouth latches into your skin, his hands sprawling out against your back.

It was the push he needed, confidence surging through him as he mouthed at the swell of your breasts, fingers dipping around the cups to stretch the material down, revealing the softened bud of your nipples as they harden in real time, the breeze hitting them immediately.

Eddie comes with his face buried against your chest, panting into your skin hotly as he stifles the lengthy groan that escapes him, rocking into your joined hands with the aftershocks as his come hits your stomach.

He lets out a weak noise, somewhere between surprise and disbelief, sprinkled with an astute feeling of real exhaustion.

“Fuck me,” He groans, reaching blindly for the shirt you hand him, wiping away the mess he’s made without question. He can only assume you don’t mind, given that you so freely handed it to him, “that was…intense.”

You chuckle, climbing off of his lap slowly, adjusting your breasts back into the confines of your bra.

“Still want to finish the movie?” You say jokingly, but he almost seemed pleased that you asked. 

“If you don’t mind—“ Eddie laughs slightly, adjusting himself back into his pants, leaving his jeans undone, “I didn’t get on my hands and knees earlier for nothing, you know.”

“Fine, but—“ You point at his wrinkled shirt, yanking at the fabric gently, “I’m gonna need something to wear, since, well—“

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie waves you off slightly, a grin splitting over his features, “or?”

It’s a challenge, a brave question to propose in a situation like this. 

“I’m not sure you can handle me, Munson.” 

“Try me.”

It’s no surprise, Eddie knows you better than anyone. If there was anyone to take you on, it was him. 

Please consider a reblog if you enjoyed this fic! It’s makes a huge difference. ♡

[mutual-monsters]

the show

Pairing: Joe Goldberg x gn!reader

TW: voyeurism, masturbation (m), not a lot else???

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: reader comes home to find Joe jerking off, and decides to treat themselves to a show

Word count: 303

A/N: oops! somebody (not naming names, but def me) forgot to finish kinktober! guess it’s time to do it now! i’m really glad to be writing again! lmk what you guys think :)

tagging: @ouijaboardemo

You really hadn’t meant to walk in on him like this.

It’s just that, upon opening your shared apartment door, and hearing how fucking gorgeous he sounded, you couldn’t help but be drawn closer and closer to the bedroom until the doorknob was in turning in your hand, the trance of lust compelling you to turn it. 

And who would blame you for stopping to stare, with him laying there, slowly pumping his fist, a sheen of sweat glistening over his skin, and a string of whimpers cascading from his mouth?

His eyes, open slightly as he shifts position, and then all the way as he scrambles to sit up, becoming of your presence. 

“I–I can explain.” He starts. The fear on his face is palpable.

“No need.” You tell him, moving closer. “Keep going.”

“I’m– What?” His face is red, he doesn’t know if you’re kidding. He still feels like he’s done something wrong.

“You heard me. I want to watch. Can you do that for me?”

He nods, eager, and begins moving his hand again.

He’s silent for a while, before looking to you for approval. You tell him not to hold back, to pretend you aren’t there, that you want the authentic experience. He quickens his pace, and arches his back slightly, letting his mouth fall open. It isn’t long before the moans begin to escape from his lips. As he chants your name over and over, precum begins to leak from his tip. You watch as his cum spills over his hand, and you listen as his whines calm down. 

He looks to you, unsure of himself, but hopeful for praise. You smile, telling him you love him, and how beautiful he is, and finally, offering a bath for the both of you (something neither of you could deny).

[ihartnat]

are you ashamed?

minors do not initiate! +18

genre: smut

pairings: secret girlfriend natasha romanoff x fem reader

warnings: natasha has a penis, dom!nat, sub!reader, rough sex, vulgar language, mentions of violence, blowjobs, angry sex. lmk if i miss something…

summary: natasha waits for the principal to show up in the office to receive her official suspension after getting caught for immoral behavior. but unexpectedly, you showed up instead of the principal, she didn’t think twice about using this moment to punish you for making her jealous.

"so fucking boring." natasha muttered to herself, taking her phone out of her pocket to look at the time.

there wasn't going to be a lot of time for this. she was expected to be yelled at by the principal and her council of teachers and tell to get the out of the school, in short a suspension, as usual.

but instead, she was waiting for the them to arrive for over half an hour while sitting on the antique couch inside the principal's office. the principal’s office was peaceful at this moment, there was no teachers or other staff around.

natasha thought that she could accomplish a lot of things in 30 minutes. such as you. YES YOU. when she thought of your face, she grinned to herself, realizing that 30 minutes would be more than enough time for her to take care of you.

you helped her to survive this school. she hated school. she didn’t want to go to school first of all.

on the other hand, you, one of the good girl in school, natasha’s secret girlfriend, loves school.

you were the only reason why she continued to attend school because she was so in love with the way you blush when you were trying to stop her from teasing you during class hours.

she was in love with everything about you — the way you would bite your lips, the way you would try to pull her hand away from your crotch, the way you would squeal in her whispers when she touched you.

you were the most attractive girl, especially in her eyes, the girl that everyone admired, the finest student in the class, and she loves the sight when you were on your knees pleading for her attention was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

“fucking hell.” she clenched her fists, getting annoyed. she could be fucking your gorgeous pussy in one of those empty classes right now, but she believed that today's bad luck prevented her from doing so...

she assumed that today was not her day because, despite coming here in the hopes of seeing your attractive face or perhaps more, all she got was a suspension again and again just because she broke someone's nose, she punched the guy's face for multiple times ending him up to the hospital. she believed that the fool who tried to flirt with you in front of her deserved what he was getting. she could not just simply stand by and observe.

she had to punish you for that as she was still aware of the earlier incidents. she couldn't have her girlfriend acting inappropriately behind her back, although she was aware that you wouldn't act in such a manner, this was just another opportunity for her to fuck you dumb, and she was wise enough to realize that she shouldn't pass it up.

since the principal and the teachers didn't appear to be arriving anytime soon, natasha waited for a further 20 minutes before losing all her patience and deciding to leave.

"bullshit, i'm going. fucking waste of time." natasha hissed as she made her way to the door, wishing to leave this place as soon as possible. she just wasted so much time waiting.

she pulled the door open aggressively while muttering vulgarities till her eyes met your extremely bewildered ones. she smirked on how her food was placed immediately right in front of her.

"well, look who's here." she grinned playfully, before you had a chance to respond, she pulled you inside the principal’s office, trapping you between the door and herself.

"hi there baby, came to visit me?"

"natasha, what are you doing here —" you paused in mid-sentence as you thought back to the earlier incident, "wait, are you getting suspended again?"

"yeah obviously, thanks to you."

thanks to me? what did i do?

"i didn't even do anything?" you answered confused.

"if you didn't do anything then why did i end up breaking that fucking guy's nose, mhm? why did he end up in the hospital?"

"nat — i told him i wasn't interested and you saw that. you heard that. you know, i’ll never —”

"i do saw that, baby... but that doesn't mean you don't deserve a punishment." she whispered to my ear, "that made me jealous a while ago, you know? if one of your teacher didn’t caught me beating those guy’s ass, i’m sure he is now dead. that shit pissed me off.” she chuckled bitterly.

you felt bad to that guy and to natasha as you looked down and as usual, you were the one who caused why she ended up here, in the principal's office.

"what are those files?" she asked, her hand continued to play with your smooth strands while she remained in direct range.

“the principal told me to bring these here.”

you were the most well-known student for being intelligent after all, so of course the principal would trust you with the files and shit, natasha thought.

“so he is not coming?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

you shook your head, responding as a no, “well, he said they have an urgent meeting with the other teachers.” you answered.

"ugh! that fucking bastard." she cursed angrily, knowing she waited for almost an hour for nothing.

wait, that wasn't nothing because you were finally here. time wasn’t wasted at all.

her mood suddenly changed, "won’t you look at that.." natasha pulled you by your chin, “it’s gonna be just you and me here alone, mhm?”

even though she was used to being suspended, you couldn't help but feel guilty for giving her one again. you nodded slowly, trying not to look into her eyes. the fact that her attractive face was only a few inches away from yours didn't exactly ease your severe uneasiness either; rather, it served to aggravate it.

she interrupted your deep thoughts by lightly brushing your lower lip with her thumb. she kissed you on the lips and whispered, "you put me in so much trouble, baby."

"i'm sorry." you apologized. it made you despise yourself that you could now only whisper. she was well aware of your vulnerability to her power, and in most cases—like this one—you didn't even attempt to resist.

she smirked evilly, "wanna show me how sorry you are, sweetheart?” she moved closer and breathed hot air in your face, bringing you further closer to her. her lips were seductively brushing against yours.

you knew where this was going.

"hurry, baby. show me how sorry you are." she repeated, sounding like she was eager.

the thought of having sex in the principal's office was too risky. also, you were not sure if there was a cctv camera. if there was, you would be dead.

"i — what do you want me to do?" you asked nervously.

"get on your knees for me?” she cooed, kissing you on the corner of your lips until it went down to your neck.

you moaned slightly to the feeling of it, you were starting to feel something hot inside your body.

you did as you were told, noticing how hard she was already. the excitement of having natasha fuck your mouth and having her deeply within your tummy made you tighten your thighs.

she gave you a gentle tap on the lips to signal that you should open wide for her, and when you did, she grinned with pleasure. she immediately unbuckled her belt and slid down her pants for you, her skillful hands working quickly for the sake of both of you.

"y/n..." she whined quietly, after a few strokes, she pushed her tip on your mouth, allowing you to suck a little before fully squeezing in. "would your teachers be proud if they knew how slut you are for my cock?"

you've been in the principal's office for a couple of times already due to school work reasons but this time you were here with your secret girlfriend — doing some inappropriate work.

“mhm oh god, just like that baby, you’re doing so good!” natasha praised you while she proceeded to fuck your mouth aggressively with her tip on the back of your throat, "keep going, baby. you're my dirty little girl, right?"

due to the way you gagged around her and the way her motions caused your jaw to slack, a mixture of your spit and her cum was dripping from your chin.

as you continued sucking her, you hollowed your cheeks around her length to increase her enjoyment. you could notice how hard she was trying to control her moans by biting on her lips repeatedly to keep quiet.

you, on the other hand, were never a fan of risky activities like public sex, but natasha was a sucker for that. she often begged for a quickie during lunch or a quick head after school, claiming no one would notice—which, for the most part, was true. even though you weren't a big fan, you had to confess that you enjoyed the excitement.

"fuck baby, i'm so close." natasha moaned pretty loudly, her voice gradually becoming higher as she came closer. she shifted you away from her dick by tugging on your hair, causing her length to fall free with a quiet pop.

you were sure that your mascara was fully ruined, the coat of cum and spit that had piled on your chin together with your uniform made you look horrible, but the way natasha was staring at you with her green eyes as she was panting made you feel like the hottest woman in the world.

she pushed you into the antique couch that she had been sitting on a while ago while wrapping her hands around your neck. she tightened her teeth and said, "you’re so fucking beautiful," noticing how ravishingly beautiful you were just for her.

natasha turned you around and bent you over, she grinned as she noticed the wetness on your adorable undies and said, "you love being a slut for me, don't you?” she teased by slapping your pussy over your panties while putting her fingers on the enter where it was soaking wet.

“nat, please…”

“please, what?” she chucked evilly. “i wish your teachers could see you like this. see how ‘good innocent student’ you are.” she let out, emphasizing those words.

she pulled your panties down, growling at the sight of your wetness stuck to your underwear. “god baby, you’re making me so horny. i can’t wait to put this cock inside of you.” she let out and slapped your ass.

you were now so wet, you want to take her cock. you want her inside of you, “nat, i want you now.” you muttered.

natasha smirked at you and pulled your panties down to your legs, “you’re so fucking pretty, baby. look at your pussy, it look so perfect, just for me.” she said as she was looking at the fully viewed pussy of yours.

“nat, please just fuck me!” you hissed desperately.

“didn’t your teachers teach you to be patient?” natasha laughed. she was now rubbing her tip on your entrance, making you squirm slighty and more desperate. “i guess they didn’t. be my pretty good student then.”

“i — ”before you could speak, natasha pushed her big thick cock all the way inside you, without any warning. you bit your lips and hissed in pain, as your pussy sucking her cock.

with each thrust, natasha began to move her hips slowly yet deeply as though she enjoyed your reaction. she was going to take her time with you and fuck you mercilessly.

you couldn't move in the position she had you in, making her the clear dominant one. she was holding body, mostly your hips tightly, her groans filled the room along with your little whimpers as you could feel her movements quickening. your pitches followed the beat of her hips, increasing with each hit.

with that, you were making an effort to control your noise, but natasha, was there to disrupt your plans as she started aggressively slamming her cock into you nonstop.

“nat, please slow down….” you whined quietly.

you were a completely moron to assume that she would still have some kindness left in her at this point.

“are you scared of getting caught? you scared they might see you like this?” she spanked your ass, wanting you to lose yourself even more.

“mhm god… you’re so big…” you murmured, biting the cushion as you tried to lower your moans, you hissed in pain after she slapped you in the ass.

“or you are ashamed to be getting fucked by me, huh?” she pulled your head back and freed you from the cushions you were biting on. she was seeking for a response from you and you know to yourself she would not be pleased until she had one.

“n-no please, nat!” you cried out as you stuttered, hands searching for something to grab onto. she was fucking you so hard, you were now bending your neck and back causing it to almost break. at this point, talking was difficult for you to do right now.

“fuck y/n! look at me when i’m talking to you!” she forced your head back much more, putting a tight grip around your throat and locking you in the position she put you in. “why do you want us to be in secret? are you ashamed of me? am I not good enough for you, mhm?” 

this time, her voice was serious and even sounded hurt. with the way she bottomed out, feeling her deep inside your pussy, you could see her releasing all the repressed annoyance from you. you were extremely close.

“y-you are nat, i’m sorry, p-please...” you begged.

you realized that she had a reason to be upset and with that you wanted to talk to about it with her.

“please? in the mood to beg today, huh sweetheart?” she teased, she loved seeing you looking like a mess and miserable. natasha couldn't manage to stay mad with you. it was pissing the shit out of her but she couldn't help it, she was too fragile for you. “do you wanna cum, baby?”

“yes please, baby…”

“come for me, baby.”

just like you, she was close to her climax. she was been trying to hold it together for a while, but having you so beautiful on her cock with the school uniform was driving her crazy. she wanted to breed you so bad in this room and corrupt every good thing about you.

she had to give you a few more deep thrusts before you began cumming and moaning weakly. her hot seeds spilled into your throbbing pussy and sweat was now pouring from your bodies as you both panted and gasped.

she gave you a kiss on your neck as she pulled out. you saw her wiping all the mess you both made using her hoodie. she helped you to fix your clothes back in proper. you smiled at her knowing she was always doing the aftercare every time you both do it.

both of you were now sitting on the couch, while your head was resting on natasha’s shoulder.

“i’m sorry, y/n.” the embarrassment quickly overcame her as she whispered softly, her head bowed in shame.

you gave her a confused look and asked, “for what?”

“you know for this… i know you hate being in risk.”

you wrapped your arms around her neck, tugging her hair behind her ear. “baby, it’s okay i like doing it with you...” you said, giving her a peck on the lips, “…and i think i should be the who need to apologize.”

“what? why?” she furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at you.

“uh… for making you feel i’m ashamed of you. for our relationship.”

“oh god, i didn’t mean to —”

“no nat, you were right.” you interrupted her, thinking she deserved better than being a secret. to be honest, you were scared that people in school and your parents would know that you were finally dating someone and you were still not comfortable with the thought of them knowing you have a girlfriend, “we should finally tell people we’re dating so no one would get hurt again.” you chucked a little.

“even your parents?” natasha asked and you nodded.

“you sure? you know i just talk a lot sometimes.” she laughed. “we don’t have to do it if you’re not comfortable, baby...”

“i’m so sure baby, i want them to know that i am your girlfriend and you are only mine.” you bit your lips and grinned in excitement.

when she heard what you said, natasha smiled and leaned in to give you a passionate kiss. you loved how forgiving and patient she was with you. you could never asked for more. you were so lucky to have her. she was such a keeper.

“i think i should get going, still have a math class.” you giggled as the two of you pulled away.

“you’re such a nerd.” she teased.

“shut up and go to your class too!” you scolded her, rolling your eyes playfully.

“nah, i’d rather stay here than listen to mrs. hugo’s history lecture. her class is so boring for real.” natasha said and rolled her eyes dramatically.

you shook your head and said, “ fine whatever, nat… see you tomorrow.”

“see you later.” she corrected, “i’ll come get you after your class.” natasha smirked and gave you a wink.

[jeyramarie]

don’t touch my girl- Fezco x Reader

summary: you get roped in into a drug deal

wc: 2,514

warning: cursing, guns, nakedness, drug use/description

a/n: now this one i’m a bit proud of😂 lmk if you like and if you wanna tagged in any future fez content ❤️ and as usual, happy reading🦋 

Fezco is like a giant teddy bear. Whenever you’re alone he hugs you, cuddles you, gives you lots of kisses and tells you endlessly how much he loves you. In front of other drug dealers or just other people, he was very protective. If he saw any weird look or heard an inappropriate comment he went ballistic to defend you. If it was Rue or Jules, he didn’t do anything. Fezco knows how much love you all have for each other and he also knows that the girls would protect you, the same you’d protect them. 

You were currently in the back seat of his car, sitting next to high Rue as she rapped the song playing on the radio. Fez didn’t tell you where you were going and you’ve learned to stop asking questions. Rue snorted a line and kept rapping the words. The redhead looked at the back to see you looking out the window. She kept singing, some parts louder than others as all of you began to feel annoyed. 

“Yo, can you tell her to shut the fuck up?” Ashtray asked, looking at Fez. 

“Please.” You mumbled, rubbing your temple.

“Yeah, Rue, you gotta chill out back there for real.” Fez said calmly as he continued to drive. She turned to you and back to the front of the car. 

“Me and Ash gotta handle some serious business right now, so..”

“Yeah, for sure. No, I can do that.” Rue replied, leaning back on the seat. 

“I can just stay back here. It’s real comfy.” She slumped on the seat, stretching her arms to the side and bringing them over her head. 

Fez drove a bit more until he stopped in front of a closed gate. The gate opened to reveal the back lot of apartment buildings. The car came to a stop in front of a girl with plump lips and a guy with a broken nose. 

“Who the fuck is this bitch?” Fez mumbled, taking off his seatbelt before stepping outside. 

“Yo!” The guy shouted.

“Who the fuck is this, man?” He asked, closing the car door. You kept your eyes on him the whole time. 

Surprisingly, Rue stayed quiet next to you, watching everything unravel outside of the car. The girl outside waved shyly as the guy walked behind the car with Fez. Rue looked behind her and back to the floor as she began to fidget with her fingers. The girl walked towards the car and opened the backseat door, sitting next to Rue. You shifted a bit closer to the door, feeling uncomfortable. Fez came by the driver’s side door, leaning against it as he looked at you and Rue. 

“Ten, twenty minutes tops, all right? Y’all just please stay in the car.” He said as Ash got ready to get out of the car. You nodded in understanding. 

“No fucking funny business. Let’s go.” Fez said and nodded his head towards Ash. He opened the door and got out, following his brother inside the building which left you alone with the girls. 

“Hi, I’m Faye.” The blonde slurred looking at you and Rue. 

“Yo, fam, uh, Rue.” She replied, pushing her fist in front of the girl for a fist bump. 

“How ‘bout you?” Faye asked, leaning forward to look at you. You turned to her and stayed quiet before turning back to the window. 

“That’s Y/n.” Rue answered for you.

 “How’s your New Year’s going?” She continued.

“What?” Faye muttered in confusion. 

“New Year’s.” 

“It’s fucking New Year’s?” 

“I believe so.” Rue answers, looking at you and back at Faye. You stopped listening after that. Letting junkies talk to junkies as your mind drifted to Fez. Time was going extremely slow which made you nervous, knowing perfectly well how these meetings could end up. 

“Um.. I don’t think- I wouldn’t do that here.” Rue said as she tapped your thigh making you look towards the blonde to see her taking out a needle from a small box. 

“Woah, what the fuck?!” You exclaimed, causing her to roll her eyes at you.  

“It’s just heroin.” Faye replied calmly and placed the needle between her teeth. 

“No, I, I see that. But, maybe, like, I don’t know. I just feel like it isn’t… the best place to do that.” Rue tried to get her stop as you looked out the car window to see people peeking out their apartments, looking down at the car. 

“Faye, this isn’t the right place to do that.” You warned once again. 

“Listen, I fucking know what you are. You’re just a fuckin’ junkie-ass bitch, and you’re probably fucking eating that ginger’s ass for fuckin’ oxys or whatever the fuck you’re into.” She told Rue, really slowly. Faye lit up her lighter, passing it under the silver spoon until the substance began to bubble. 

“Yo, what the fuck are you doing? What, what the fuck?” Rue said desperately, looking around everywhere. 

“Faye, stop doing that shit!” You shouted as she lifted her leg over the passenger's seat. 

“Are you just putting that in there? What are you doing? Oh my god… okay.” Rue said as the blonde injected the needle in the top part of her thigh. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You asked completely in disbelief with what you were seeing. Rue kept talking as you covered the side of your face, not wanting to look at Faye’s privates that were slightly exposed. 

Suddenly, a pair of arms went under Faye’s arms, pushing out of the car, through the car window. You looked up in fear, Rue turned to you and was about to speak but a hand came from behind you, covering your mouth. You screamed against the hand as your body was pulled through the window and onto the ground where the person grabbed your waist. There were three men, carrying you and taking you to an apartment where Faye was thrown on the floor as Rue was pushed against a wall. 

You, on the other hand, were pushed towards Fez, who immediately caught you. Ash was standing next to Fez in silence and the guy from earlier was standing across from them, closer to Rue. One of the men hit the guy in the face as Fezco kept his hands on your hips, holding you close to him. You looked over Fez’s shoulder to see a lady sitting in a recliner. She turned her head towards your way and spoke. 

“Brucy.” She called out as the man, who just gave you all a dumb speech, walked towards slowly. You couldn’t understand what she said but the man came back pretty quickly. He turned on the small stereo on top of the microwave and walked to the middle of the room. 

“All right, check this out. All y’all, let’s get naked right fuckin’ now.” Bruce ordered, pointing at all of you. 

“Come on, man. Let’s go! Get naked right fucking now.” He shouted and Ash began to take his jacket off. 

“Except for you man, no one wants to see you naked.Yo, take his ass, put him in the closet.” He said stopping Ashtray from getting undressed before another man grabbed him and pushed him down the hall. 

“Yo, yo,come on now, y’all. Chill.” Fez said, seeing how aggressive they were. 

“Nobody, Nobody got no fuckin’ wire.” 

“Prove that shit. I don’t know who the fuck you are! For real!” Bruce shouted at his face, causing the redhead to put his hand behind him to keep you there. 

“Far as I’m concerned, you’re a fuckin’ cop!”

“Obviously, I’m not wearing a fucking wire. You paranoid-” Faye started but was quickly cut off by the man slamming her head back against the wall. Her boyfriend protested and got his head slammed as well before desperately taking his shirt off. Fezco followed, taking off his sweater and pushed you behind him. Faye took her top off, followed by her skirt. Your hands shook as your fingers went to the zipper of your dress, pushing it to make it pool at your ankles. You stood there behind Fez, only in your lace panties as Rue stayed frozen in place. 

Bruce randomly began to dance to the rhythm of the song as he moved around the room, watching as you all undressed. He saw you hiding behind Fez which annoyed the shit out of him because he stomped towards you and pulled your arm, taking you away from the red head. 

“Yo, chill! Don’t fucking touch her!” Fez shouted, walking towards Bruce but was quickly stopped by another man pointing his gun at him. Your arms immediately covered your chest as he pushed you against the kitchen counter. 

“Or what?!” Bruce shouted, causing you to flinch. 

“Don’t fuckin’ touch my girl!” Fezco yelled again, pointing his finger at the bald man who then looked down at you. 

“You stay here and don’t fucking move.” He said with gritted teeth as he grabbed your jaw tightly. You nodded and he threw your head back before moving back to the rest. 

Bruce continued to dance around the room as you stayed at your spot shaking in fear. You turned your head to Fez to catch him already staring. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Rue taking off her jacket before turning frozen again. Fezco tried mouthing some words to her but she refused to take off her clothes. Bruce came up next to her, muttering something before grabbing her hair and pulling her towards the hallway. 

“Yo, yo, hold on, man.” Fez started but was held back by a gun once again. 

“Rue!” You shouted, moving from your spot but another guy pulled you towards his chest, pressing a gun to your forehead. 

“Bruce told you stay right fucking there, slut!” He shouted in your ear as you flinched. 

“Don’t you fucking call her that!” Fezco shouted, moving slightly towards you as the gun pressed harder against his jaw and the guy let go of you. 

You were all moved into a line, standing next to each other in the kitchen. Fez grazed his pinkie across your thigh, attempting to calm you down. After almost a minute, Bruce came back down the hallway and then followed Rue. She was unharmed but drenched, holding a towel as her body shook in fear. 

The lady from the recliner walked in and Faye’s boyfriend seemed to know her. Her name was Laurie and apparently they were there so she could meet Fez. After the guy’s dumb introduction, she asked for Mouse and that situation was…. complicated. 

“You think I could, like, put my drawers on, and talk to you in the other room for a sec?” Fezco asked calmly, covering his dick with both hands. 

“Okay.” Laurie replied before moving back to the living room, to look at her fish tank. Fez moved toward his clothes and put on his boxers before throwing you your dress. You quickly put it back on and turned your back to Rue so she could zip you up. You stayed next to Rue as you tried to eavesdrop on the Fezco’s conversation.

“Mouse ain’t be comin’ around no more.” Fez started. 

“Why’s that?” Laurie questions with her eyes on the tank. 

“ ‘Cause I didn’t like the way he did business.” He muttered and turned his head to look at you. 

“Says the guy who brings a kid to a drug deal.” 

“That’s not a kid. That’s my business partner.” 

“Says the guy who brings a high school girl to a drug deal.” She said turning to face him. 

“That’s my family.” 

“She an addict?” 

“She might fuck around but.. nah.” He replied, shaking his head

“And who’s the other girl?” 

“My wife.” Fez replied almost immediately. 

“Oh, you're married?” 

“Nah but.. we will be someday.”  

“So you trust her?” Laurie asked, looking at his eyes in search of a lie. 

“With my life.” He said, turning his head back to you. They talked for a bit more as Faye and her boyfriend got dressed while another guy went to get Ash from the closet. Laurie walked out of the living room and unlocked a door as Fez walked over to you. 

“You okay?” He asked and you nodded as he cupped your cheeks.

“You sure? He didn't hurt you or anythin’ right?” 

“No, I’m okay. Just a bit shaken up.” You whispered and Fez leaned down, pecking your lips quickly before pulling you to his chest for a hug. 

“I’m sorry, baby, you shouldn't be in this shit.” He mumbled against your head. 

“No, Fezzy, it’s okay.” You began, parting from his chest. 

“No, it’s not. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt and I’d never forgive myself for that.” Fezco said, looking at you with worry. 

“But I’m okay. I promise I’m okay.” You answered one last time before Laurie called Fez over to a small room next to the kitchen. He pecked your forehead and moved to the small room, Ash following as Laurie opened the suitcase. 

There were drugs of every type in there. Pills, weed, powder, anything you could imagine. Ash handed Fez the cash and after that you left. Rue was in front with Ashtray as you walked next to Fez with his arm around your shoulders. He walked around the car and opened the backseat door for you to get on but stopped you. 

“You sure you okay?” He asked, holding your hands. 

“I’m fine.” You nodded. Fez smiled and pecked your lips before letting you get into the car. He drove out of there and the car ride to the party was quiet. 

The house was crowded as Fez pulled into the driveway. Rue and Ash piled out almost immediately which left you alone with Fez. You grabbed his hand to walk towards the house but he pulled you towards him. He leaned against the car and held your hips as your hands found his chest. 

“You gon be my New Year’s kiss?” Fezco asked with a smirk which made you smile. 

“Yeah, unless you wanna, I don't know, kiss someone else.” You shrugged, pretending like you were going to move away from him which caused to move his hands up to your waist. 

“Nah, ma. You gon be my fo’ever kiss.” 

“Forever?” 

“Yeah.. Ion wanna kiss anyone else.” He smirked and leaned down kissing you softly. Your hands moved to his neck, pushing his head closer to yours. Fezco swept his tongue over your bottom lip and you gave him immediate access. Your lips kept moving in sync as the space got a bit faster. 

“Uuuh, get it Y/n!” A voice shouted, making you part from the kiss to see Maddy smirking as she continued to follow Jules and Kat into the party. You and Fezco chuckled as a slight blush crept on both your cheeks. 

“We should, um…go inside.” You smiled. He nodded and held your hand, before walking towards the house. Little did you know that night was going to end up a bit bloody.

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[neowinestainedress]

SWEET DECEPTION

TITLE: SWEET DECEPTION | part of the INFERNO event

PAIRING: demon!haechan x incusub!jeno x fairy!jaemin x duplicating shadow!johnny x tentacle monster!yuta x ghost!jaehyun x fem!human!reader

GENRE: smut, monsterfucking, halloween themed, pwp

SUMMARY: on Halloween, nothing is as it seems. You end up in a room with six guys thinking they have amazing costumes only to be struck by reality when it’s too late; those are not costumes at all. But remember, on October 31, nothing is as it seems.

WARNINGS: smut, gangbang, monsterfucking, unprotected sex, dubcon, mind reading, aphrodisiacs, masturbation (f/m), oral (f/m), dirty talk, praise, degradation, fingering, hate fuck (only with haechan), choking (m/f), light predator/prey undertones, anal fingering, anal sex, spitroasting, double penetration (two holes and one hole), triple penetration, tentacles sex, overstimulation, dumbification, too much c*m, dom!nct x sub!reader (some switchy dynamics with haechan), just filth, pure filth if i missed smt lmk

WORD COUNT: 19.550k

A/N: I wrote this mess in less than a week, I deserve head pats for this. I don’t even know what to say, I’m sorry?? You’re welcome?? I hope you’ll like it?? I just know after writing this I need a three years detox from multiple members’ smut (and smut in general). Also, my second 2nd pov long fic, let me know what you think, please.

if you click ‘read more’ you agree you have read the warnings and take responsibility for the media you consume.

“We need to do something for Halloween,” Ningning huffs, skimming through the dresses in the closet, trying to look for something to wear. She turns around, rolling her eyes at you, too focused on your book. “You’re not even listening,” she whines, throwing a pillow at you uselessly since you catch it immediately.

“Go out,” you reply, face still snuggled in the pages of the heavy book in your hands. “There are plenty of parties in town.”

“No,” your friend whines, giving up picking an outfit and sitting at the edge of the bed. “Like we need to do something, you never go out.”

You sigh, lowering the book to look at her for a second. “I simply have different interests, and you know it.”

“Yeah, your boring books, and whatever you do closed in the library all day, and the weird plants you grow.”

A chuckle rolls out of your lips, “The only time I came to one of your parties nothing interesting happened. There was nobody that sparked up my interest. I like interesting… people,” you reply with a shrug.

“You like people? Because I’ve never seen you interact with one. And the only time a boy talked to you, you looked like a pathetic mess. What even was his name? Jack?”

You nod mindlessly, but oh, if you remember him. It was… fun. 

“You need to get off those books, I could show you some new friends, I’m sure you’ll love them.”

In the end, you let your friend convince you; you would’ve done anything as long as Ningning stopped nagging and crying about how you couldn’t leave her alone. As if she wasn’t going to leave you alone as soon as you arrived at this party she decided to go; one glimpse at an average-looking man and she was gone.

And as you expected, it went exactly that way. Ningning had disappeared and you were standing alone in that crowd of people, with the promise of a terribly boring night ahead. 

“Kinda eye-catching, don’t you think so?” 

You turn around startled by the deep voice resonating in the kitchen and see a tall man wearing a peculiar… dress. It’s black with a cape and the sleeves are moving around him almost as if an air-fanning mechanism is hiding underneath. Other than that his costume is normal, with no make-up on his face and silky black hair pulled back, barely visible under the fabric. 

“Are you talking to me?” 

He smirks, quickly glancing you up and down. “Of course, you’re the only one here,” he replies before whispering, “and the only one screaming for attention.” 

You laugh, rather embarrassed when he flies right in front of you, making you take a step back and press your back against the counter. “Screaming for attention?” 

“They’re all dressed in black or dark colours, playing demons or characters and you’re here, alone, in the kitchen dressed like an angel.” 

“Angels don’t ask for attention,” you chuckle, turning around to finish pouring yourself a drink. 

“Water?” Another voice comes from behind you, too close to you, actually. 

“Oh, wow,” you gasp when turning around you see his costume; black horns on top of his head, a red tail following behind, and then… necklaces? Rings? A crown? 

“I’m a mammon… for tonight,” he smirks, tongue running on his teeth as he looks at you with a smug expression. At your confused face, he laughs. “Greed, honey. Why do you think I have all this gold on me?” 

“Oh, sure,” you hum, looking down at the floor, feeling surrounded and to the point of surrendering to something you don’t even know. “It’s beautiful.” 

 “Thanks, angel. You look ethereal,” he compliments but there’s something in his tone you can’t describe, almost as if he’s secretly telling you something he can’t say out loud. 

“Haechan,” the other calls, making him look behind you. “Quit playing.” 

The man you found out to be named Haechan rolls his eyes and huffs loudly. “Thought we just started playing.” 

You feel kinda left out, and expect them to go on with their antic, maybe being able to slip away from them, but the other man talks to you. 

“Don’t mind him, he’s a child.” 

“She’s a child for picking water as a drink,” Haechan cuts him off, moving you from your position with a rough movement. 

“Careful,” the man in the shadow costume comments, “she’s fragile.” 

“I’m not,” you reply with a forced smile on your face, feeling more and more out of place, and trying to glimpse outside to see Ningning because how was it possible she always puts you in these situations? 

“Looking for somebody?” Another voice brings you to earth again and when you blink your eyes to focus closer to you, you see another odd figure standing in front of you. Why is everyone so well dressed at this party? You made a last-minute attempt to put together all the white clothes you owned and finished it with wings and a halo you bought the day before the party.

“Oh, just a friend, in case she wants to leave,” you answer, adding a giggle at the end of the sentence to hide how you don’t like the shift in the room. 

“Tentacle,” he replies to your unvoiced questions, making you look away after you stared at him just for too long. “Don’t worry, angel,” he snickers close to your ears. “I don’t mind when people stare. They can do amazing things.” 

You feel like you want to die, so you turn around, only to be met with the man of before and… three other men? Where were they coming from? A fairy? A ghost? And another — supposed — demon you couldn’t name? 

“Oh, you took time with your costumes, they look… realistic.” 

They all laugh, leaving you perplexed. “Is it a bad thing?” 

“No, honey,” the fairy talks. “Yours is very realistic too, but I think the one wearing it makes it so realistic.” He winks, making you avoid his gaze. 

“Hell, stop being so cheesy, Jaemin,” the other demon comments, slapping his friend’s arms. You chuckle, shaking your head. 

“Drink this,” Haechan says, handing you a glass. 

You quirk a brow, staring at the liquid in the glass and trying to get what it is. It’s strong and it smells like a weird mix but you can’t look too sure about it, so you gulp and grab it from his… hand. Is that even a hand? 

“What’s this?” 

“Something stronger than your bland water.” 

“How much stronger?” 

“It’s good,” the shadow says and only then you realize that his voice sounds different too, almost as if it’s not really there, but it doesn’t look like he has a mic to distort the sound. “Want me to drink first?” 

“No, no,” you reply, holding the glass closer to your body and then bringing the cup to your lips. You regret throwing it down in one single shot because it’s too strong for you to handle and you’d like to fake it didn’t affect you but it did, and you cough, covering your mouth and bending slightly to hide your face. 

“You two are so ruthless on this poor thing.” You jump when you feel a tentacle resting on your back. 

“It moves?” You forget immediately the alcohol that burned in your throat a few seconds ago, staring at the man next to you with wide eyes. 

“I spent an entire year trying to make it work,” he explains. “Can’t show you the trick because it will ruin the magic but yes, it does.” 

You hum, trying to water down the burning sensation by swallowing more saliva but your throat feels dry, you’re surrounded and you have not the smallest idea of where Ningning could be. 

“I should go,” you say but the ghost and the demon are at the door in a second. 

“Why don’t you come play with us in a quieter place?” 

You chuckle, shaking your head, “I don’t even know your names how can I trust you? I barely can guess the costumes you picked.” 

“Jaehyun, the ghost,” he smiles, handing you his hand before he pulls back before you can shake it. You find it odd but the man beside him doesn’t give you the chance to focus on it. 

“Jeno, an incubus.” 

“An incubus…” you panic for a second, staring into his eyes for more and relaxing when nothing happens and he still looks at you with the same hungry, lustful eyes. “The sex demon, right?” 

“Yeah,” he replies, smirking. “I usually love explaining this in other circumstances.” 

You snort, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. “Get dressed like one often?” 

“Nah, only every Halloween, I’m quite close to this old mass of clothes and makeup.” 

Someone coughs and you both turn around to stare at the tentacle man. “It’s rude to act as if the room is empty.” 

“Sorry.” 

“Yuta, by the way. I guess you’re smart enough to understand what I am, right?” 

You nod, wanting to ask more questions about the choice but the sneeze you make when someone comes closer to you stops you.  

“It must be the glitters,” the fairy says, reaching out his hand. “I’m Jaemin, never caused allergic reactions before.” 

You chuckle, nodding. “No, it’s fine, it’s fine, seriously. I like the colours,” you add, eyes longing on the beautiful blue of his wings and how perfectly it merged with the green of the rest of the costume. Finding him cute; beautiful dark, blonde hair half-hidden under a small hat and a bright smile on his face. 

“Aren’t you cold?” The white shirt exposes more than half of his chest, and the pants reach only past his knees. 

“Aren’t you half naked?” Haechan responds instead, receiving a smack from the shadow next to him. 

“I’m Johnny,” the man finally lets you know his name but not who he is. “A duplicating shadow, quite hard to replicate but I think I did an amazing job, right?” 

“It’s amazing. I like the way they move, I wouldn’t waste a second trying to make these wings bat, not even if they paid me,” you laugh, referring to the cheap wigs you bought last minute, and then your eyes land on the demon that’s looking at you. 

“You already know who I am.” 

“Yeah, he’s a fan of big entrances,” Jaehyun huffs, walking closer to you. 

“Now that you know us, do you trust us?” Jeno speaks with eagerness in his voice, it’s so evident and in character, it makes you chuckle but only internally. 

“Where would we even go? We can’t just wander around the place.” 

Yuta smiles, “Glad we know you’re not a rude guest but, honey, we threw this party.” 

“And you’d leave your guests here? Without you?” 

Yuta glances over your shoulders, the mass of bodies swinging to the music, and then smirks at you. “Pretty sure they’re all having fun, you, on the other hand…” 

Well, the night was young, and you didn’t have anything better to do, so what could’ve gone wrong? 

You’re not sure if something went wrong but you’re sure that things aren’t going right either. 

Time is passing by — you have no idea how much time passed — and nothing happened yet. They flaunt their costumes and make weird jokes you wished you didn’t understand. But you’re still there, sitting on a red couch in one of the rooms on the upper floor as you watch them do their things. 

“Angel is getting bored,” Jaemin shouts, finally bringing your attention back to you. 

“We are working for her,” Johnny says. 

“Working?” You raise a brow, tilting your head. “You’re just strolling around in your silly, little costumes.” 

“Nobody ever told you you’re too feisty to be an angel?” Haechan tells you, slightly offended by your words. 

You click your tongue and shrug, “I usually don’t go around like this.” 

When he’s on top of you, you gulp. “Maybe you should try to take acting classes and fit into the character.” 

You laugh, “It’s so funny because all it took was a stupid bad comment against your costume and you gave me exactly what I wanted. Attention.” 

You see Johnny hold back a grin from the corner of your eyes and some of them laugh lowly at their friends, while Haechan only huffs and steps back. 

“Annoying.” 

“Come here, angel,” Johnny calls, patting his thigh, sitting on the table in front of you. “Do you know how to play beer pong?” 

“Not really, stopped going to college a long time ago,” you say, “not really a long time ago, it feels liberating to be free from that.” 

“It’s okay, we don’t mind old women,” Jaehyun chuckles when you stutter. 

“I’m not old, I’m… experienced.” 

“Experienced?” Yuta asks. 

“Yeah, one year of college is equivalent to ten years of life.” 

“You’re funny,” he says. 

“Thanks, better than annoying.” 

“You’re still annoying,” Haechan retorts, and you see he’s slouched on another couch, eating fruit as if he’s a king or something. He probably is totally convinced of being one. 

“Why don’t you teach me how to play? You should be greedy to get a prize?” 

He shakes his head. “The prize is not material. Is just some boobs and funny pictures.” 

“Boobs?” 

“Don’t listen to him, it’s not as perverted as it sounds,” Johnny says, glaring at him before offering you a reassuring smile. “We make the losing team take off their clothes and do a random dare without clothes.” 

“Oh,” you gasp. “I think I’ll watch.” 

“I think we need three members each,” Yuta says, dragging you close to the table with a tentacle and when you feel it on your skin you wonder how realistic it can be, well, based on how accurate the descriptions of tentacles can be.

“Okay, but it’s just one item of clothes,” you say. “Please,” you ask, batting your eyelashes at them. 

“Fuck, if you ask so nicely,” Jeno groans, moving to the other side of the table followed by Jaehyun and Jaemin. 

“Remember the rules,” Johnny says when you’re divided into teams. 

“Yeah, no cheating,” Haechan remembers, standing up to watch from the sidelines. “No magic tricks.” 

“That’s boring,” Jeno huffs. 

“You’re the one that can do less so I wouldn’t complain.” 

“What are they talk—” you start to say but Johnny stops you.  

“They’re being idiots,” he says, glaring at them. “You remember how to play?” 

You nod, the explanation he and Yuta had given you before pressed in your brain. It wasn’t even like you had to remember something, you just had to be lucky that the ball was going to end in their cup and they were going to miss yours. 

But destiny doesn’t seem to be at your side tonight, and you suck at this without help. So you lose. 

“One thing off.” 

“This was to warm up, let’s make the worst of three rounds,” you say, “Come on, so we can play more.” 

“You don’t care about playing,” the demon retorts with a sound of disappointment. 

“I do.” 

“It’s because she’s not drinking,” Jaehyun says. 

“I am.” 

“You drunk once, the rest were all gulped by your knights in shiny armours,” Haechan comments. 

“Fine, I’ll drink more.” 

Jaehyun, Jaemin, and Jeno share a glance before nodding against their will. “Fine, but no more rules changing after this,” Jeno says and you see him boiling in his seat, it’s like he has this unlimited energy and can’t wait to get to something and you don’t know what it is. Too naïve to get he wants to get to you, the real prize of the night.  

“Deal.” 

You blame it on the alcohol dripping down your throat when you can barely hit one cup for the duration of the second game and Yuta and Johnny’s abilities aren’t enough to make you win. So the last one is the big match, and you don’t feel so confident anymore. 

“Scared, angel?” Jaemin asks, lifting a brow as he stares at you grabbing the white ping pong ball and getting ready to aim. 

“You wish.” 

You huff loudly when you miss and they laugh, even the ones that should side with you. 

“You’ll be luckier next time,” Haechan comments, winking, and then the game proceeds as usual. Your team catches up until it’s a tie, and the last shot is in Johnny’s hands. 

“Oh, oh,” Jeno cheers when he misses, and you can only stare at the cup on their side with an open mouth. 

“Sorry,” he whispers, not really sorry at all. 

You’re about to talk when Jeno cuts you off, “Scared of what will happen when I’ll make it?” 

You’d like to answer, ‘if you make it,’ but you keep quiet, biting your lips because you know he will make it, he’s promising it to you with the way his eyes stare into yours and you have to look away. 

Jeno smirks and then throws, so easily that the way he acts drives you madder than the fact that 1) you lost and 2) you have to get rid of one of your clothes. 

“Bingo, baby,” he chuckles before they are all on the other side of the table. But they don’t seem really interested in their two friends, all eyes are on you, all of them. 

Now that you look at them, you realize they’re not much dressed, if Johnny took off something he would completely ruin his costume. And you don’t understand Yuta’s costume, are the tentacles attached to his shirt or to a backpack?

You clear your throat, deciding to make the first step and your hands reach under your white skirt that’s barely reaching your mid-thigh. 

“Panties?” Jaehyun asks, tilting his head. 

You hum, “the skirt covers me anyway.” 

“Smart,” Jaemin comments, snickering. 

“Not really,” Haechan remarks but doesn’t explain why, he doesn’t want you to change your mind. So he stares deep into you and watches the matching white panties roll down your bare legs. “Mine,” he growls, ripping them from your hands as soon as they come off, sitting around your white plateau with the string around your ankles. 

“You’re so greedy,” Yuta huffs, rolling his eyes. 

“Wouldn’t be a mammon if I wasn’t, don’t you think so?” He barks back and then looks back at you. “You have to do something, don’t you remember?” 

You are only then reminded that it’s not over and you curse yourself at the dumb decision but you nod anyway. 

He licks his lips and looks at the others that nod. “Touch yourself.” 

Your mouth parts open and you stare at them in shock, chuckling hysterically as you think they are joking, they must be joking, right? But they are not, they are waiting patiently — not really — for your next move. 

“Are you stupid?” Jeno growls, his patience snapping once again and making you shake for a second. 

“No, I… I wasn’t the only one on the team,” you try to save yourself. 

“Right,” Jeno says. “Yuta, Johnny, make her sit on the table and spread her wide.” 

“What, no!” You scream, trying to squirm away from them but they are faster than you, immobilizing your legs, body, and arms with ease. The way their arms feel around you it’s weird, they don’t feel real and they definitely feel more than four. 

“Angel, seriously?” Haechan asks, walking closer to you now that you’re sitting on the edge of the table. “Why do you have to put up a fight when your panties are soaked?” Your body burns up when he brings them to his nose and smells them and you try to hide your face for being so exposed. 

“Do you have to watch?” 

“Of course, we do,” Jaehyun says, grabbing a chair to show you he’s going to enjoy the show. “Don’t act innocent, you could’ve taken off your shoes and you took off your panties, you are a tease.” 

You decide not to answer and instead let go of the firm hold of your legs to try to stop the other men from exposing you, and when they reach your skin, you jump. One is wet and the other doesn’t feel heavy like a hand. 

Your head snaps up and turns side to side to meet their eyes and you realize something is different. 

“It’s wet,” you whimper, looking at the tentacle on your leg.

“I told you I worked hard on it.” 

“It’s…” you stop, struggling to find the words that describe what you’re feeling, but apparently none of them cares about your doubts or fears. 

“We’re waiting,” Haechan reminds you and when you glance over you see they are sitting in front of you. 

You gulp and then bring two fingers to your lips, sucking them enough to get them wet. Some of them moan, some others groan and you feel your breath falter because Yuta — and especially Johnny — feel so all over you. 

“Lift her skirt up,” Jaemin orders them, and Yuta does what he asked, a slimmer tentacle wrapping on your tummy as it lifts the skirt, and he feels you shiver. 

“Nobody believes you find this weird,” he whispers next to your ear, a smirk can be heard in his voice as his lips brush over your neck. 

“It is weird,” you reply, voice dying in your throat. “But I like it.” 

“Good,” he growls, biting your earlobe and you moan. Eyes widening when you realize what you did. You avoid the others mocking eyes and you bring your fingers on your clit, starting to rub slowly, going with the same rhythm that brings you more pleasure. 

“You’re so pretty, angel,” Jeno comments, but he’s definitely not staring at you, his eyes are fixed between your legs, pointy and long tongue slipping past his lips in a smirk. 

You shiver when Johnny’s hand touches closer to your inner thigh, it’s soft, and light, incredibly light considering how big and strong he looks under that black mass floating around him and the dots don’t connect, nothing of this makes sense. 

“Slip one finger inside, angel,” the fairy man orders you, looking at you with a rather tender look, wings shaking hard behind him, glitters falling to the ground. 

And you obey, collecting the wetness that is dripping out of you shamelessly to stretch your pussy with a finger. It shouldn’t be so hot to have complete strangers ordering you to do such things, but it’s like your body is moving on its own. 

“Pretty sure you can do more than that,” Haechan comments, leg bouncing nervously, hands covered in rings clenching tight around your panties, trying to fool his needs that those are enough of you for now. 

“I don’t,” you reply shily. 

“Then I’m sure Yuta and Johnny can help.” 

Your mouth only opens to reply but shuts as soon as Yuta wraps a hand — you forgot he had one — around your wrists. 

“Want my fingers or something else?” 

Your first thought definitely doesn’t go to the tentacle but when he swings it in the air you try to squirm away. 

“Ca-can you put them away?” 

He laughs, and Johnny’s fingers slip between your legs, making you look away for a moment before Yuta grabs your face with a thin appendance, you glance behind him and you blink repeatedly, thinking that they keep coming out and you have no idea how that could happen. 

“What, angel? Thought you liked my costume,” he pouts, letting two other tentacles wrap around your covered boobs. 

“I — I do, but they seem too real,” you breathe out, mind fogging slowly as Johnny keeps moving his fingers inside and his thumb circles your clit. 

Yuta smirks, “And would it be a problem if they were real?” He asks, tentacle falling from your face to replace the hold with his hand, he likes it much better because he can squeeze you close to him, and make you believe he would be so sweet to kiss you but that doesn’t happen. “Would that be scary? Terrorizing, even, maybe.” 

Your throat is dry and you don’t know what to say. “You — you’d be a monster,” the laugh is broken in your throat, and it’s hard to push the other words out. “And monsters don’t exist.” 

“Oh, honey…” you hear Haechan comment with a taunting laugh. 

“Put them back,” you ask Yuta again, ignoring the demon’s comment. 

“They don’t terrify you now that they are wrapped around your tits,” he replies, squeezing the two on your chest more, sucking on the nipple, wetting through the fabric. 

At that, you jump. “Okay, wait, stop,” you try to squirm away from him and Johnny as you can’t believe anymore this is a joke. And they do let you go, watching you crawl back on the table, trying to close your legs and fix your clothes. 

“This is not funny,” you say, staring at them, chest huffing and heart racing. 

“Who said it was supposed to be funny?” Jaehyun asks, challenging you with a teasing look. 

“You, when you convinced me to come up here with you.” 

They chuckle as if your comment doesn’t faze them, as if your fear doesn’t faze them. You actually think it turns them on.  

“You were having a great time,” Johnny comments, smirking. 

“I should leave.” You don’t bother asking for your panties, knowing Haechan wasn’t going to give them to you, God knows what he was going to do with them, and you jump off the table, but when you look up Johnny is standing in front of you… two Johnny are standing in front of you. 

You’re frozen on the spot, looking back and forth between them, shaking your head and blinking trying to remember how much did you drink to be this drunk. 

“I love people’s confused expression when they see me,” he comments, but only one is talking and you’re even more confused than before, you look back and the others are unamused. 

“Who are you?” Your voice is shaking and you feel like you’re going insane, for all you know they probably drugged you and these were the effects, but apparently, the truth is even worst than that. 

“It’s me,” Johnny replies with a smile on his face. 

“It’s us,” the other him adds, looking at him. 

“Okay, whatever game of projections or shadow is not funny.” 

“Oh, it’s not a game of shadows, we are shadows,” one of the two comments and your back hits the table again, hands gripping the border tight. 

“Stay right there,” Johnny comments, walking to you, touching your chin, and his shadow follows. 

“I don’t understand,” you whisper, lifting your eyes to look into his, but you fail and stare at his lips before you curse yourself because it’s not the right moment, time, and place to be horny. 

“You don’t have to.” 

You nod, pretending to have given up, and then a brilliant idea hits you, if he’s a shadow — whatever that means — he’s not corporeal, so you can at least pass through his copy. 

So you smile and then look back. “Should we finish what we started?” 

The other smile, thinking it’s odd you accepted their nature so easily, wondering if you truly got it, but when you sprint to the door again, it all adds up. 

You scream when something wraps around you and lifts you in the air. You’re not fast enough, not as fast as Yuta’s tentacles. And only then you get that they’re not fake, that none of them it’s wearing a costume except you. 

They are no humans, and you are no angel. 

“Baby, baby, baby,” Yuta clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment. “Why are you running away from us when we were having so much fun?” He makes you sit on the table again, and Johnny reaches his side again. The others are standing, and you are completely blocked by him, tentacles secured around your wrists, tied together behind your back, and around your ankles, dangling from the table. 

“You scared me,” you justify. Your heart has never beaten so hard in your chest before, and shamelessly not even your pussy. 

“Somebody sucking your nipples scares you?” Haechan asks and you shake your head. 

“Those things — are — they are and you... I was seeing double,” you rant looking at Johnny, furrowing because he did scare you with that. 

“I am double,” he replies and the shadow pops up again, smirking at you. 

“Don’t pass out, baby, I know I’m hotter than him but it’s a bit too much.” 

“Shut up, Youngho, you’re my exact copy,” Johnny barks. 

“He has a name?” You ask in shock, brain spinning not able to comprehend anything of what’s going on.

“Unfortunately,” he replies before the shadow disappears before it can talk again. Copy of himself or not, Johnny can’t stand him for more than five minutes. 

“Can we focus on what matters?” Jeno groans. “Like you losing the game and the bet.” 

“I — I touched myself,” you reply, writhing when he comes closer to you. 

“But you didn’t come,” he whispers, tongue rolling out and it is long and pointy, then his eyes flash red and you see how sharp his canines are when his lip lifts in a smirk.  

“All of you are… real?” 

“You’re so dumb, angel,” Haechan comments with a mocking laugh. “Took you two hours to get it?” 

You frown but decide not to answer him, you have other things to focus on, for example, Yuta’s tentacles spreading you open again and Jeno kneeling on the ground in front of you. He has been quite silent but the way he moves and looks at you makes you think he’s so powerful and you don’t really know what he’s hiding behind those beautiful dark brown eyes, they seem too welcoming to belong to an incubus.

“What are you doing?” Your voice is clipped as you stare at him with wide eyes. 

“Making you come,” he winks. 

“No, that’s not —” 

“Shut up, for fuck sake,” Yuta says, pushing two fingers in your mouth, glaring at you when you mumble around them. “Be grateful I didn’t push a tentacle in.” 

You whimper no sense but then give up, shoulders slumping back when Jeno’s tongue lays flat on your cunt, collecting the wetness that dripped out of you. He grunts loudly against your skin after the first taste and your attempt to close your legs get stopped again, and you have no idea by who, Jeno’s tongue and lips are working too well on you that your head rolls back in pleasure. 

“Fuck, I want to see them,” Johnny grunts, and you don’t get what he’s talking about until he pushes your top down, ripping some seams from the thin white sleeves you sewed on your own to make the costume, boobs spilling out of the corset, making you squirm and moan louder around Yuta’s fingers when his tentacles get back on them and Johnny’s hand add to them, squeezing and pinching for what they can. 

Your legs shake and try to close around Jeno’s head, tongue flicking fast on your clit, already sending you over the edge, leaving you gasping for air as some spit drools down your chin and your nails leave half-moons on your hands behind your back.  

Jeno pulls away satisfied, a cocky smirk on his face as he looks at his friends. “Was it a record? Less than a minute?” 

“Stop bragging, damn,” Jaehyun huffs. “It’s not a merit when you use your little tricks.” 

“Little tricks?” You ask, panting when Yuta pulls out of your mouth, making you splutter. 

“It’s a secret,” Jeno winks at you before backing away. 

“And now that you’ve loosened up can you fucking touch yourself, please,” Haechan asks but it’s an order and not even a gentle one. It’s not unknown that he has no patience and you’re also one that intrigues him the most he can’t wait to get his hands on you. 

“I don’t think I can.” 

“I’m sure you do,” Jaemin says, his tone doesn’t come out as teasing as the one of the other monsters but you still hear the urge behind it. “You know how to do it, right? You were doing it before?” 

You hum, biting your lips and shyly bringing your hand between your legs when Yuta lets them go. “I’ll try.” 

Your finger slips inside again, starting to move like before, but it doesn’t feel as good as always, it’s not like Johnny’s fingers, and it’s not like Jeno’s tongue. But you’re too proud to say out loud that you need them, it would be too embarrassing, and you don’t want to hear Haechan’s mocking laugh. 

So you close your eyes, trying to concentrate on the pleasure on your nipples and over your skin as Johnny’s shadow and Yuta’s tentacles are running all over your body. It feels overwhelming, and you start wriggling away again. 

“Do we have to do this all the fucking time?” Yuta growls, tightening a tentacle around you to make sure you stay in place. “Only know how to behave if somebody has their face buried deep in your cunt?” 

You shiver at his words and how harshly and mockingly they come out of his mouth as he looks at you. 

“And don’t stop fucking yourself,” Johnny orders, voice ringing in your other ear, making your fingers move again inside you. 

“It’s too much,” you cry, trying to pity Yuta with doe eyes but he finds it funny, pathetic even. 

“It’s never too much for teases like you.” 

“I’m not a tea—” you can’t reply because this time his tentacle is stuffed in your mouth and your eyes snap open. It’s not extremely thick, but it’s large enough to make the corner of your mouth burn up at the stretch.

“Fuck, so much better when she only muffles around something,” Haechan comments, and when your eyes drift in front of you, you notice they’re all naked. Your eyes widen again when you see the sizes of their cocks, the only ‘human-like’ being Jaehyun’s and Jaemin’s, but they were still above average, and you are more than sure you couldn’t fit Jeno’s or Haechan’s inside of you.

“Don’t think about that,” Jaehyun says before his lips twitch in a smirk, “we always find a way to make it fit.” 

You almost choke around Yuta when he replies to your question, can he hear you? He smirks again, mouthing ‘maybe,’ and you almost pass out. You’re fucked. 

“Soon,” he jokes, staring at you with a teasing smile on his face. 

“Stop talking with your brain,” Haechan grunts, stopping you and Jaehyun from having your secret conversation. “It’s so fucking annoying when you leave us out of the fun.” 

“You always want to have everything,” the ghost huffs, slumping back into the chair and shaking his head. 

You stop paying attention to them when Johnny smacks your thigh, and your eyes silently ask him why. 

“You keep stopping moving your fingers,” he scolds. “Fuck your pretty pussy harder, come on, we know you can do it.” 

You nod, or try, it’s quite difficult when Yuta is fucking the tentacle in your mouth, whispering low moans against your ears, using your mouth for his pleasure, and then start moving your digits faster inside you. 

But they are not enough. 

You whimper around the tentacle, and your hips buck up, trying to get them the message with your body. 

“Oh, what’s wrong, angel?” Jaemin asks, wings flapping behind him, and you wonder if he does it when he’s excited, but he seems rather neutral about this, maybe he’s just good at concealing it. “Not enough for you?” 

You nod, faint, muffled ‘yes’ vibrating around Yuta. 

“Wasn’t it too much just two seconds ago?” This time Jeno is the one talking, an arrogant grin on his face. 

“Didn’t you get her, already?” Haechan chimes in. “She loves making little scenes, our little toy is a sucker for attention.” 

You groan, brows knitting as you think that you hate him, and that makes Jaehyun chuckle. 

“What did she think?” The demon asks his friend, and he shrugs. “Jaehyun, what the fuck did she say?” 

You shake your head swiftly, begging the ghost to don’t say it, pleading mentally, but Jaehyun wants to have fun, and he knows that Haechan doesn’t let go of anything. The demon holds his grudges just like he holds his gold. 

“She hates you,” he says. “A bit.” 

You curse him mentally and he apologizes shrugging. “Lying is a sin.” 

Haechan looks at you with a surprised, mad, and still cocky, expression, and your heart jumps in your throat. You want to say it was a playful ‘I hate you,’ but Yuta’s still buried deep into your mouth and you can barely breathe. 

“You hate me, angel?” 

You deny, hoping he’d fall for it, and he drops it, but you don’t know that he’s the best at holding grudges. “We’ll see. I’ll find out myself.” 

You gasp and sputter when finally Yuta frees your mouth, spit dripping down your chin, neck, and chest. 

“I can’t come,” you cry, pulling out to rub your clit faster, hoping that will bring you over the edge. 

“Oh, poor soul, only got a taste and already nothing else can satisfy her?” Jeno pouts, a proud grin on his face as he remembers how easily you came on his tongue. 

“Need more,” you plead, lower lip pushing out in a pout that doesn’t win you anything. 

“You won’t get it if you don’t make yourself come,” Johnny replies sternly, making you whine. 

“I can’t.” 

“That was the pact, angel. Make yourself come.” 

“There was no pa —” You groan loudly when Yuta stuffs your mouth again, snickering at your cute, frowned expression. 

“I really don’t like hearing you talk,” he says, tentacle moving fast inside your throat. “Prefer the lewd sounds you make, so cute.” 

“Come on, angel,” Jaemin encourages you. “I’m sure you can come.” 

And you do, it’s not as strong as before, and you miss Jeno’s little tricks — whatever they are — but it makes you feel good, mostly thanks to Yuta’s tentacles sucking your nipples. 

“Fuck,” Yuta groans when your throat closes around his tentacle and he fills your mouth with cum… so much cum that you can’t swallow it all and you already make a mess on your body, tears tricking down your cheeks. 

“See, it wasn’t that hard,” you think it’s Johnny talking but when you dust off from the high and your head looks back, you see Youngho sitting behind you, whispering next to your ear. 

“Don’t act like you hate him,” Johnny tells you when you give him a look that screams ‘does he really have to be here.’ “He will make you feel good later.” 

Your eyes snap open, “He will what?” 

Johnny doesn’t answer, only snickers when Haechan pushes him away, the shadow disappears from behind you, reaching Johnny’s side, and Yuta’s tentacles leave your body, all wet and sticky. 

“Fucking finally,” Haechan growls. “You take so fucking long toying with them.” 

You stare at him, palms of your hands resting flat behind you on the table as you struggle to keep your body up. He’s fast in his movements, rough and eager as he studies you and he finally feels you. Hands covered in gold rubbing your burning skin as he pulls your top off of you, leaving you exposed after throwing it behind him, following the same fate your wings had a few seconds before. His fingers crawl up your thighs before they give you nothing. 

“What?” You whine when he takes a step back. 

“Angel,” his tone is condescending and you think again that you hate him, “I take, not give.” 

Oh, yeah, you hate him.

“Then I’m sure somebody else will give it to me.” Being smart is not one of your qualities tonight because that comment sets him on fire. You can’t give him up so easily or don’t beg for him to pay you attention. 

“Little slut,” he growls, cupping your chin and tilting your head back, “you hate I can read right through you, right? Faking fights while our cocks have been the only thought in your brain since you saw us?” 

You decide you love the thrill and the way he seems so irrational that you may even pay the consequences. 

“Theirs, maybe. Surely not yours.” 

He groans, pushing you against the table, it’s so hard that the shock leaves you breathless and speechless for a while. 

“You will be begging for this cock, I promise you,” it’s the only thing he says, promises, before he tugs your skirt down with no delicateness at all. 

“Dumb, innocent, angel, has no idea what she put herself through,” he hums against your skin as he trails on your thigh with his lips, kissing and then biting hard enough to make you flinch every time. 

“Hae-Haechan,” you scream when he skips around the area where you need him the most without giving you what you need. 

“Shut up, you’re not the one begging,” he rasps, your eyes lock and the way he’s looking at you could be enough to make you come on the spot, but it only leaves you clenching around nothing. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it,” you play your last card, but he only laughs at your face. He does give you something more, fingers slipping past you, filling more than yours did, the cold metal of his rings sending shivers down your body. He’s not fast, but extremely meticulous, studying your reaction for a while until he understands what makes you feel better, pushing you closer and closer until he pulls away. 

“No,” you whine. 

“Beg,” his voice is stern and his eyes are full of lust and need. “And apologize.” 

“I’m sorry, I…” you gulp, pulling your legs together but Yuta immediately slithers a tentacle and traps your left leg flat against the surface. If glances could kill, the one you reserve him definitely would, but he’s unaffected by your attitude, after all, you don’t stand a chance. 

“You?” Haechan urges, cock throbbing because he can’t take this either. He wanted to be deep inside of you since he saw you wander around the place like a lost kitten but now he also needs to teach you a lesson. 

“I didn’t mean it, I wanted to tease you, can you please fuck me?” 

He shakes his head, “Don’t give me those fucking eyes, it just makes me want to make you cry.” 

“Please,” you still beg, spreading your only free leg, hoping the lewd invitation will be enough to make him change his mind.

But it’s still not enough, he wants to wear you out, so the only thing he gives you are his fingers. Three fingers, knuckles deep, curling up inside you, cutting your breath short. You shudder when his thumb starts rubbing your clit, and you feel warm when you think you’ll be able to reach the orgasm, so close you can already grasp it… 

“Haechan,” you groan, opening your eyes to glare down at him, and the way he’s completely unaffected by your disappointment gets on your nerves. 

The demon’s laugh rumbles in his chest before his lips twist in a smirk again. “You didn’t think I’d let you come just like that after the way you acted, did you? I’m afraid you’ll have to work for it harder.”

“I fucking hate you.” You keep getting dumber and dumber. Should know by now that he doesn’t like it when you think that, imagine when you scream it in front of everybody. 

The switch in his eyes is subtle, you see them get darker, and the corner of his lips curl up, sharp canine showing out. “Let’s see how much you’ll hate me after this.” He’s not gentle at all when he dips into your warm pussy, groaning as you squeeze him as soon as he bottoms in, the stretch of his fat cock making your toes curl and your face twitches in discomfort. 

“Big,” you scream, nails dragging against the wood. 

“You can take it,” he replies, pulling all the way out before he slams in again, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass resonating in the room. “See? Nasty hole made just for this.” 

Your hand slams against the surface, but this time not from pain, he’s so veiny and thick, perfectly curved that everything else disappears. Even the want of slapping his face or choking him. 

“Look at you,” Jeno comments, and only when you hear his voice you realize he’s standing at your side, not really looking at you, he’s more interested in the way Haechan’s cock is stretching you. “Do you still hate him? He’s annoying but pretty good at what he does, isn’t he?” 

“Stay in your lane,” Haechan growls before you can answer, and the incubus rolls his eyes. 

“Full of flaws, not every demon can be perfect,” he brags, tilting his head and lifting his shoulder in a quick movement to show nonchalance.  

“Fuck off and wait for your turn.” 

“I can watch.” 

“But don’t distract her from me,” the mammon barks, slamming into you faster to prove a point. You feel like you’re going insane, writhing under his broad body as pleasure courses through your body with force, and your cunt clenches harder seeing the two demons fight over you. Greed and lust, you have no idea which one of the seven deathly sins is worst in their nature. 

“If she distracts herself maybe you’re not really good at it.” 

Haechan doesn’t answer, he looks at you, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head, hitting the fake halo that somehow is still surviving like a headband. 

“Don’t you fucking dare look away from me,” it’s an order that you should take as a threat but the way he’s so possessive over you doesn’t really make you register it like that. You don’t really know what has taken over you — probably you plan on getting killed by the end of the night — and you purposely look at Jeno. 

Haechan groans, he knows you’re doing it on purpose, he has gotten you and your feisty, bratty character since he first saw you, pretending to be innocent just to be a tease. But he’s flawed and gives you exactly what you want, falling into your trap of appearing innocent and naïve to get what you want. 

You whine when he pulls out, letting out an embarrassing moan when he flips you with no care and presses you flat against the hard surface after dragging your body to the end of the table, your hips surely hitting against the hard surface with every hit, heeled feet holding your whole body up. 

“I promise you are going to hate me even more,” he whispers before fucking into you again, the burn of it making you moan and rest your head against the table. 

“I always take what I want, angel. Always.” 

You babble no sense, static buzzing sounds are the only things filling your brain. 

“And I want you. All of you. Your body. Your brain. Your stupid little remarks so I can turn them into poems for me. Fuck, want to get you greedy over me, crazy over the way I feel.” 

You’re not happy to fall into his wishes so perfectly but you’re already addicted. His moans of satisfaction, deep and husky, are getting to your head and making you forget the light discomfort you felt when he pushed inside you, cock thicker than anything else you’ve ever taken, of course, your past partners were humans, he is not. 

Your ass pushes up, and you yourself have no idea if it’s to fuck back into him or to struggle away from the intense fucking, but Haechan takes it as the latter and he doesn’t like it. 

“Trying to run away, baby? After you purposely messed up with me?” 

You shake your head, the muscles on your neck already numb. 

“Good,” the chuckle that leaves after the comment is evil and your body trembles at that, walls squeezing tighter around him, making him smirk even more; he always gets what he wants. And he wanted you since he eyed you at the party, wondering lonely, trying to find a small patch where you could fit. And luck wanted that you fit perfectly right there under him. “You’re not going anywhere, dumb angel. C’mere.” 

You don’t expect him to grab a fistful of your hair and push you up, arching your back and still slamming into you with vigour. 

“Nggh, Haechan,” you cry out his name, eyes squeezing and lips quivering. The bliss is starting to overtake everything else in your brain and body, as his thrusts, fast, strong, and precise, are sending you closer to the orgasm he had ripped out of your hold before. And you screaming out his name seems to boost his ego even more; his hand slips in front and wraps around your neck, pushing your back flat against his chest and hitting deeper. 

Your knees buckle, eyebrows knitting and nose scrunching as the pain of your hips hitting the table starts to get uncomfortable. 

“Haechan,” you grunt when he lets go of you and pulls out, a mess of yours and his excitement dripping down your legs to the floor. 

“I love the way you scream my name, whether is full of love or hate.” 

You breathe deeply, “It will never come out with love.” 

“Seems like it did before,” he teases, grabbing your tired body again with a powerful motion, making you turn around and stand up next to the table. 

You want to collapse on it again, feeling boneless, but you feel two arms wrap around you, it’s Jeno. 

“What did I say about touching what’s not yours?” Haechan groans as soon as he sits in the middle of the table and sees the incubus too close to you.

You can feel Jeno smirk behind you and you wonder if the two have something going on but that slips your mind soon. 

“Are you his?” Jeno asks, kissing your neck, you can feel his sharp canine graze against your skin, and touch your body, cupping your boobs, making you shiver and moan. 

Haechan pulling you out of his hold is the thing that makes you fall from cloud nine, heart jumping in your chest as you don’t expect to be manhandled that easily. 

“Hell, you really want to get on my fucking nerves tonight, don’t you?” 

“I — I didn’t, it’s him,” you try to defend, this time it was truly Jeno’s fault and how he was playing with your brain, it wasn’t your fault you could feel him so much. 

“It’s always somebody else’s fault,” Haechan groans, impaling you on his cock. Your head rolls back and you can’t hold in the embarrassing loud and squeaky moan you let out. 

“You know Jeno doesn’t play fair,” Johnny comments, unbeknownst to you to defend you, clicking his tongue and Haechan only glares at him, warning him to mind his business. 

“Ride me,” he orders, cupping your chin with a strong hand. He snorts when your eyes widen at the request. “What? Thought I was going to do all the work? I want people to serve me, I’m never the one working for things. You, on the other hand, I told you, you were going to work for it.” 

“I can’t,” you mumble, voice coming out mumbled because he’s still squeezing your face. 

“I’m sure you can. With that angel face and the devil eyes, you’ve ridden thousands of cocks, haven’t you?” 

“No,” you whimper, body betraying you as you start to grind your hips on him. “Not this big.” 

“I don’t care, you decided to see the worst part of me and now you pay the price.” He groans when you still don’t move and fucks up into you. 

“Fucking move. Do you need me to guide you?” 

You shake your head and start to bounce on him, your better judgment deciding you had tested him enough today and risking it further was going to be the dumbest decision of your life. 

“Fucking finally, so you can listen?” 

You have no strength to answer him, your body is on fire, your lungs are on fire, letting out so many moans you hope people downstairs can’t hear you, not that it mattered, you weren’t going to see them again anyway, but it still feels humiliating to be aware of the mess he’s turning you in. 

“Are you sure you’re not that experienced?” Jaemin asks, staring with attention, enchanted by the way your plump ass is moving on his friend. 

You nod, biting your lip because you don’t want to give Haechan the satisfaction that he’s making you feel good. But he doesn’t need your moans to know you’re loving it. He thinks he never had a nicer pussy in his whole life, and it had been a long one, so warm and wet, sucking him in so nicely. 

So he mocks you again, because if you hate him, he hates just as much how proud you are. You will never give him the satisfaction so he has to drag it out of your pretty lips. 

“You hate that you love it, don’t you?” His hands grip your waist and he moves your body on his cock, taking over your movements. “Yeah, you do, don’t shake your head, it’s useless. You’re so high on my cock you can’t even speak, dumb, little angel. You can’t even tell if it’s me driving you insane or the fact that it’s me.” 

You groan, clenching your fist to hold back the urge of slapping him because once again, he’s right, he’s always right. 

“Want to choke me, baby? Slap me? Sink your nails on my skin?” 

You nod, looking into his eyes for a split second before the way he’s looking at you makes you drift your gaze away. He’s eager, never satisfied, and you can read in his eyes that if he could, he’d keep going all night until the only thing you can think about, mumble, and beg for is him and him only. 

“Choke me,” he orders, catching you by surprise. “Do it, isn’t it what you want? To make me pay because you hate I’m right and I have you in the palm of my hand?” 

If he gives you permission, you surely won’t miss it, so your hand wraps around his neck, slowly restricting the flow of air while he keeps slamming up into you. 

When his head rolls back, you think you’re in control, you think for the first time in the night he’s letting you win, but you’re wrong. He looks at you again and laughs. 

“See how weak you are? What if I did it to you?” It’s not a question, and when he reaches around your neck, the hold is strong enough to dim the flow of blood rushing to your brain, and your head rolls back like your eyes, mouth parting to let out soundless whimpers. 

“You fucking love it, don’t you? Nasty slut dressed up like the purest things in heaven, fuck.” 

You don’t even care to reply or tell him he’s wrong because he isn’t. You love that you hate it. 

“Want me to tell you that you feel good?” Haechan teases, moving closer, lips brushing against yours, and you find him smirking when you open your eyes and stare into his. There’s the entire hell inside. “Yeah? Need validation?” 

You nod, trying to kiss him, hating yourself for doing so, but you can’t look away from his lips even if it’s getting harder and harder to focus when he’s still cutting your flow of air. 

“Seek it somewhere else,” he groans, moving you faster on top of him. “Maybe in therapy.” 

Now you really want to choke him until he passes out, and you do, hands reaching for his neck, doing nothing, but it’s a bit of revenge for your ego, he’s crashing it with no care and you can’t keep watching while doing nothing. 

“Got mad, angel?” He coos before his body betrays him and he throws his head back too. You might not be as strong as him but Haechan loves the way your hand is wrapped around his throat, and for some reason, he loves the way he can’t break you down, not like he’s used to, at least. 

You gasp when he lets go of your neck, head falling forward to meet the crook of his shoulder, body bouncing up and down as he wishes to, you have no control over yourself, and you don’t care. You don’t even care when, grunting, he flips you over again, and starts fucking you into the table, your ass arching up while your knees scrape against the wood, hips pistoning into you with less strength and swiftness but he’s going deeper and he’s making sure you feel every inch. 

“Please,” you cry out, overwhelmed with emotions. 

“Please, what?” 

You’d like to answer but you don’t even know what you want or need. He can’t give you more than that, and even if he could, you would break. 

“Want to come?” He tugs at your hair before he presses your cheek against the desk again. 

“Y-yes, please.” 

“Say you don’t hate me,” he growls, losing control of his strokes and starting to fuck you harder. 

“I — I don’t,” you groan internally. “I don’t hate you.” 

“Say no other cock will make you feel as good as me, say you love me.” 

“I — I, mhh, no one will make me feel as — fuck — as good as you.” 

“Why did you stop?” You cry out when his movements still out of you, leaving you empty and pulsing around nothing.

“You didn’t do what I asked.” 

“Fuck, I — I love you,” you scream out in desperation but for him is enough to fuck back into you. And you start mumbling it over and over again as you both come while he keeps railing you mercilessly before filling you with his cum. 

“Remember,” he whispers, moving your hair to the other side, lips brushing your ear. “I always get what I want.” 

You have no strength to reply or move, and you lay there, trying to catch your breath when you feel a pair of hands on your skin. Not only the skin is soft but the touch is delicate, the total opposite of Haechan’s. 

“Oh, poor angel,” Jaemin whispers, caressing the skin of your ass, “he can get rough at times. Need somebody more gentle?” 

You hum, turning around with fatigue, barely feeling your body and you don’t let yourself remind that you still have four to take, well, five, because Jaemin still didn’t do anything to you. 

“Let’s try this,” he says. 

The sudden floating triggers an instinctual reaction, and for a second you almost slip. It’s hard to hold back the feeling of what’s prodding behind your back as the fairy dust doesn’t feel strong enough to keep you up. 

“You won’t fall,” the fairy reassures you, sensing your panic before he lifts in the air too. 

“I — I don’t think this is a good idea,” you say, heart strumming in your chest so loud you’re sure everyone in the room can hear it. He didn’t even lift you that high in the air, you’re barely twenty inches above the table, but it still makes you feel like it’s wrong. 

“I told you, you can’t fall,” he repeats, grabbing your waist, pushing your back so you stay laying and don’t try to move around. It’s so weird you have no idea how you’ll have great time, but Jaemin is quick at proving it to you. 

When his lips make contact with your cunt you don’t complain about how weird it feels. Your head falls back and it’s nice not finding a table, or a bed, or anything underneath. 

“Fuck,” you moan. 

“Like that, angel?” He asks, pulling away to talk, but he’s close enough you can feel his breath hit your wetness and that makes you shiver even more. “You taste amazing.” 

You hide your face when he groans throatily against you, inhaling your scent and rolling his eyes before his tongue slips inside of you, fucking in and out with quick movements. 

“Don’t hide yourself,” Johnny reaches you, moving your hands away and keeping them still in his hold. “You weren’t embarrassed when Haechan was railing you, so why be now?” 

You only let out a groan in reply, bucking your hips to grind against Jaemin’s face, fucking back against him. 

“See, you can’t even pretend you’re not a nasty whore,” Haechan mocks you, sucking his teeth. 

“Is it right, baby?” Johhny coos, caressing your cheek, and you shake your head, letting out a scream when he reaches down between your legs and starts rubbing your clit, giving it the attention Jaemin’s giving to your hole with his tongue. “No? But you’re so messy and needy. Love the way he’s eating you out?” 

You nod eagerly, eyes rolling in the back of your head as the orgasm seeps into your body with intensity, leaving you shaking in the air, their hold on you the only thing that makes you feel more stable. 

Jaemin pulls out of you with a loud pop of his lips, spit and cum smeared all over his chin, glistening in white. And with your tired, half-lidded eyes, you still think he looks so beautiful even like that. 

He winks at you while he cleans himself before bringing his fingers to your mouth and making you suck, and you do, lips wrapping around them eagerly, licking off yours and Haechan’s juices before letting go with another filthy sound. 

The pleasure of the orgasm is still running through your body when you feel Jaemin’s tip press against your hole. He’s slow and patient, so much more patient compared to Haechan. He doesn’t tug or turn you around, he doesn’t feel the need to own. Instead, he watches as his cock stretches your cunt and then bottoms in, the warmth of your insides making him shiver. He’s comfortably big, filling you just right, veins rubbing your walls so deliciously your whole body shudders. 

“You feel so good, angel.” His voice is almost soft, just a bit stained with pleasure. Eyebrows knit as he enjoys the sensations of your pussy wrap around him, your wetness already dripping down his balls with the slower movements.  

From your lips roll out mumbles and moans as the pleasure starts running in your blood again, this time it slithers slowly into you with every slow and intense thrust and it makes you see stars. It’s like magic. 

“You’re so pretty,” he hums, staring at the way you contort under him, eyes squeezed shut, tears dried on your cheeks, and scarlet lips parted to let out the prettiest sounds he had ever heard coming from a human. You sound like a melody, submerging the obscene sounds that your bodies are making, skin against skin and cum squelching in and out of you. 

“You’re too nice with her,” Haechan mumbles, bringing you two out of your ‘intimate’ moment.  

“Not everyone is a beast like you,” Jaemin replies, turning his attention to him for a second before he brings it back on you, and Haechan only huffs. 

“Do you want me to go harder?” The fairy still asks you, thinking that he might not be wrong considering how much you liked how he fucked you mercilessly before. But you shake your head. 

“No, I – I like it like this, keep going.” You do like it, but you are also aware of the other four monsters that have to take their round with you. You’re sure that none of them is as gentle as Jaemin and you can’t let him bend you to the point you break, leaving that to whoever was coming next. 

Jaemin smiles and then wraps his hands around your waist, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your hips and waist, almost kneading it like a cat. “You feel so good, angel, so fucking good,” he moans letting his head fall in the crook of your neck when you start squeezing him tighter. 

The compliment makes your heart swell and your hands reach his back, jolting when you meet his wings. He chuckles lightly. “They have always been there,” he comments, voice lower and breath heavier, hips starting to move faster and messily against you.  

“You are a sight to see,” he moans, moving your hair back, the halo falling on the table as his fingers rub against your scalp. “Want to come again?” He studies your face contorted in pleasure, lips trapped in your teeth and eyebrows knitted, your hands sinking in the skin of his arm. 

“Yes, wa — want to come.” 

“Come for me,” his voice gets stuck in his throat when you clench around him, letting go of the orgasm, your legs unconsciously wrap around his waist to push him closer to you, making him still as the pleasure shakes you. 

“Oh, shit,” Jaemin moans, staring at you, some sweat collecting on his brows as he holds his orgasm in, wanting to feel you more. “Can you take one more, baby?” 

You nod swiftly, blinking your wet lashes to meet his brown eyes staring down at you. 

“Course you can, want my cum, don’t you?” He smiles when you hum, reaching his wrist to hold somewhere, feeling even less stable now that the orgasms are making you feel like you have no more control over your body. “I’ll give it all to you, angel.” 

“Please, please, Jaem,” your voice dies in your mouth, words muffled by noisy whimpers, and nails digging into his lower back, surely leaving marks on his immaculate skin, legs pushing him in. 

Your pleas are what it takes for him to give in, rapid thrusts coming to a stop when his lower back presses against your ass and his hands grip onto your waist harder, his sounds are soft, almost sounding like a melody and they make you come even harder around his cock, stomach twitching while he fucks his seed deep into you. 

“Fuck,” he huffs, throwing his head back, shaking his hair out of his face, grip on our body loosening up, “You did so well, angel.” 

He leaves a small kiss on your fucked out face before he leaves you alone.

“Since she’s up in the air we might as well leave her there, don’t you think so?” You can make out Jaehyun talking and Jeno laughs at his words. 

“We?” You ask shyly, blinking hazily as you see them fly around you, Jeno’s wings spread in the air unlike before, shielding you almost completely from other hungry eyes, and Jaehyun is levitating in the air where you’re still half spread open, at this point not even caring of being so exposed and dripping. 

“Yes, little one,” he replies. “Never taken two at the same time?” 

You shake your head swiftly, feeling your heart race in your chest, panicking while you wonder how long the fairy dust will keep you in the air and how you can survive them. 

“The dust is not the thing keeping you up,” Jaehyun says, once again entering your brain. “I am. And you will survive us.” 

“Can you stop reading my mind?” You intend for it to come out with more anger but the last five orgasms had drained you out and your brain is starting to don’t work at its best anymore. 

“Why? You don’t talk, how am I supposed to know what’s running in your brain?” 

“You don’t have to? Maybe those thoughts are not for you —” Your voice gets muffled by Jeno’s cock in your mouth and you look at him with wide eyes. 

“Sorry but Mr. Greed it’s not the only impatient one.” The grin on his face is playful as if he didn't just shove his cock in your throat with no warning, stretching your mouth to an unbearable size. 

“Asshole,” Haechan hisses from somewhere, but you’re too occupied struggling with Jeno’s cock cutting your air to pay him any attention. 

“It’s big,” you muffle around his length, it’s girthy, long, and veiny and you aren’t prepared — mentally and physically — to take him in any hole. 

“Breathe,” he says, pulling out, you feel ashamed at the string of spit that connects your mouth and his tip, “but don’t talk.” 

You do as he orders, goosebumps forming on your skin as Jaehyun’s fingers touch your skin. He’s cold, of course, he is, but the contrast between his body and Jeno’s incredibly warm one makes your head dizzy. 

Jaehyun doesn’t tease you but still smirks hearing your thoughts getting messier with every passing second. He had promised himself he was going to stop using this trick and get into people’s brains while fucking them, but it’s just too much fun, and he knows he’s not the only one doing that. Jeno can read minds too. And when their eyes meet, they smirk knowing exactly what’s going on. 

But you don’t, you have no idea they plan to play with your brain more than they do with your body, snapping you to the point of no return, leaving you in shambles for the others to come. 

“I think you’d look better turned around,” the incubus whispers, caressing your chin and his touch is so delicate that you get on your toes, well, not really, you wouldn’t have the strength to do anything anyway, but your brain tries to pretend to be able to — and want to — fight what they’ll give you while an instinct feels you can’t take it no matter how much you want to. 

“You’re cold,” you whine when Jaehyun’s hands wrap around your waist completely and turn you so you’re giving him your back, curving up nicely, ass in full display, untouched hole winking at him. Even if you can’t see him, you perceive the way he’s looking at you, and you think you can hear his thoughts for how loud he’s thinking them. He can’t wait to own you and ruin you. 

“And you’re so warm, especially here.” 

You bite down a scream when he pushes into your rim after collecting some cum that was dripping out of your cunt, two long and cold fingers parting your tight rim with force. 

“Never done that, either?” Jeno asks, teasing you with an amused smile. “You really are an angel. An innocent, pure angel that got in trouble.” 

You don’t reply, you wish you’d find his teasing, condescending tone irritating but you find it hotter than you should and Jaehyun feels it in the way your body reacts, asshole clenching around him and cunt pushing out a river of cum while it convulses around nothing. 

“Should we teach her something new, Jae?” 

The ghost nods and you feel another finger make its way inside your ass, rubbing against your walls and making your head roll while your eyes squeeze shut. 

Jeno swiftly cups your chin and unfocuses you on your pleasure, bringing your face to his dick level again. “Lust is so fun when you know how to play with it.” You don’t know if it’s the way Jaehyun’s fingering you, but you don’t feel the same anymore, the way Jeno’s thumb is rubbing against your chin and cheek is making you dumb, lips falling open to invite him in. It’s so easy for him to get your attention and turn you into mud that you fear what he could do later. “Do you want me to teach you some tricks, baby girl? Sorry, I’m not a big fan of angels.” 

“Yes, please.” The reply slips out of your mouth before you can form it in your brain, it’s like you have no control over it — or your body — anymore.  

He smiles satisfied, loving the way you’re slowly falling apart, sanity leaving your brain and lust taking over with no other thought. “Open up, then.”

When your lips part more you expect him to push his cock in, but instead, two fingers fill your mouth. “Fingers are so underrated,” he says almost as if he’s answering your mind, and you wonder if he can read it too, but your thoughts are so hazed with pleasure and need that it’s getting hard to see through that. “I love seeing my preys get dumb just on them.” 

Your stomach twitches when he impliedly calls you his prey, something in your brain clicking, making your heart jump, happy to be his victim, whatever he is going to do to you. 

“Suck them harder, just like that,” he coos doing a pouty face but his eyes are piercing you and you’d wish to know what’s running in his brain. “Love having your mouth filled? It’s so much better than when you talk. Nice and quiet and dumb on us.” 

You nod eagerly, sure that you’re ready to take him fully without messing like the first time. Wanting to feel him again, have him sink so deep under your skin your only thoughts are about him. 

“I think she’s ready,” Jaehyun speaks again, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“No, I —”

“Shh,” Jaehyun shushes you verbally, but Jeno pushes his tip against your lips and waits for you to open up. 

“Just relax and this will work,” the ghost speaks, pulling his fingers out, and when you feel them press against your holes from both ends, you close your eyes, hoping they won’t get you destroyed. 

The moans they let out when they push into you could be enough to make you come on the spot, their hands securing their hold on you, Jeno’s in your hair and Jaehyun’s on your hips. They are strong and not giving you options but to stay there and take it. 

“So nice and tight,” Jaehyun moans before he drives his hips out and sinks in again. 

While you don’t find him uncomfortable, he’s thick and long but still human-like, Jeno’s dick triggers tears from your eyes as it fucks against your throat. 

“You’re so good when you don’t act like a brat, baby,” Jeno praises you, meeting your teary eyes, already anticipating your wrecked face when he’ll start to move into you with more force. “Can you take more?” 

It’s not a real question but you nod anyway, eager to satisfy him more. Not even knowing where this feeling comes from, but you want to be good for him, and your ass moves side to side almost like a puppy wagging its tail. 

They all find it endearing in the room, with small chuckles and groans leaving their mouths as they watch you lose your morals and rationality. 

The groan Jeno lets out when he starts facefucking you is deep and hits your core, pussy dripping and clenching around nothing while Jaehyun is pounding you with deep and slow strokes. They are both taking their sweet time with you, making you feel every inch of themselves, and you take it, drunk on the feeling. 

“See, it wasn’t going to be hard to take me here,” Jaehyun snickers, parting your asscheek, watching attentively as your hole welcomes him in with ease. 

Your hands reach Jeno’s thighs and stay there to keep the balance, and you look up at him. He looks like a God with his head thrown back, perfect, defined jaw in full view, burgundy wings moving behind him, and strong arms flexing as he keeps moving your head and using your mouth as a fleshlight. 

“Is it too much, baby?” He asks, and when your eyes meet you wish they didn’t, he messes up with you in a way nobody else ever did, hits your core with the slightest movement or word. Jeno grins when you shake your head. “Good baby, take all my cock, I know you can. We wouldn’t have picked you if we didn’t. We don’t like failures, and you’re not a failure, right?” 

You pull away gasping, mumbling alongside with moans, every hit coming from behind making it hard to form a thought, and even worst to say it out loud. “N-no, I won’t let you down.” 

“I doubt that.” For the first time in a while, you hear Yuta talk, his stern tone sending shivers down your back. “We know what happens after they fuck with you.” 

“Don’t worry,” Jeno replies to him. “She’s special, aren’t you?” He talks to you and you hum around him, the vibrations making him curse. And he wonders if Haechan’s right and you’re doing it on purpose, putting on a play for them, or if you’re really that naïve sometimes. 

“We’ll see, I hope for her she’ll make it out alive because I plan on having fun tonight.” 

A guttural moan ripples from your throat when Jaehyun cups your asscheeks before spreading them apart. It feels dirty and wrong but so good and another orgasm menaces to rip through you. 

“Don’t come,” he orders, slapping your ass and you yelp letting go of Jeno’s cock, an embarrassing amount of spit drooling on your chin. 

“But why?” 

“Because we tell you so,” Jeno replies sternly, shoving you on his cock again, making you choke around him, hitting the back of your throat so fast that the disgusting sounds you’re producing make you want to disappear.

“I bet she will fail and come,” Haechan snickers. 

“Bet, what?” Johnny asks. 

“Another round with her.”

“Fine,” the shadow hums before they seal the deal with a shake of hands. 

You’d rather don’t have an orgasm for the next ten years than fuck with Haechan again — okay that might be a lie, but you don’t want to see him win — so you try to use that thought to hold your pleasure in, letting them use you only for their pleasure, fucking into you almost as if they want to put you on a test. 

You even manage to hold it in while they come, the sounds coming from them almost animalistic, just like the thrusts they give you. 

You think they’re done with you, and even if you can’t hide you're disappointed you didn’t get to come with them, you don’t have the strength to take more, not from them at least. But you should know by now that they don’t think like you, and they are never satisfied. 

When they flip you around you feel in another universe even if you didn’t come, it’s like you're exploding with bliss and greed for more. 

“Tired,” you mumble, looking up into Jeno’s eyes with tears streaming down your face when they lay you against the table, the cold hard surface making you twitch. 

“No, baby, come here, let me give you some energy back,” he comments before pulling you on his thigh, he’s kneeling and his wings bat around you, shielding you completely for a second. “Feel better, baby?” He asks, studying your expression, trying to read deeper into you because there’s something about you that doesn’t fit in the puzzle of the night, but he can’t grasp it, and for now, he blames it on how perfect you are, inside out, exactly what he wants, loves and need, perfect to toy around and make obey. 

You hum, gifting him a dumb smile before your head falls back against his shoulder. Too lost in the haze, you miss their exchange of gazes and the way Jaehyun kneels in front of you, their bodies caging yours, trapping yours in between them. 

“What — what are you doing?” Your voice is shaky and you look around in surprise, trying to get a glimpse of the other two that are still waiting, but Jeno’s wings hide you once again. 

“Can you focus on us, angel?” He asks, cupping your chin to turn your face toward his with force. 

“Yes but — but aren’t you done?” 

You don’t expect the deep, mocking laugh to come out of Jaehyun’s lips, and you don’t even expect to find his eyes darker than they had ever been. “We’re nowhere done with you.” 

“How — how are you —” 

Jeno shushes you again, pushing two fingers in your mouth and forcing them against your tongue. 

“Just empty your pretty little brain and relax,” he whispers against your ears, pulling out of your mouth, spit dripping from your chin, teeth clenching when his cock pushes inside you, stretching you wider than Jaehyun before. 

“Fuck,” you cry out, head falling back, cunt clenching when Jaehyun pushes your legs flat against your chest before pressing his cock into you. “Wait —” your attempt to at least understand what’s going on fails embarrassingly, a deep moan choking your words, eyes rolling in the back of your skull while your lips gape wide, breath cut out of your lungs. 

“I told you not to think or am I wrong?” Jeno growls in your ear, fingers tangling in your hair and tugging behind. 

“I — I —”

“Shut up,” he orders, and that’s finally enough to make you shut up, letting all your doubts fall behind. All the blood in your brain rushes between your legs as they start ramming into you. 

“Fuck, so good, baby,” Jaehyun says, moving closer, his knees hitting Jeno’s. They have never done it like this before but he finds it easier to move you up and down on them, almost using your body like a toy. 

You’re completely gone. Their scent inebriates your brain, their muscles cage you, making you feel weak and powerless, the contrast of Jeno’s warm skin and Jaehyun’s cold one getting to your brain just like their hips working meticulously as they thrust into you alternately. Thick and big cocks pushing your holes open as they’ve never been before, and you wonder how it can be that enjoyable. It’s like they’re fucking the pleasure into you, you never felt this good before. 

“Please, please, let me come,” you beg, fingernails digging into Jaehyun’s back, eliciting a hiss from him. 

“Think you deserve it?” Jeno asks, nose snuggling in your neck before his teeth sink into the spot between your neck and jaw, causing your head to roll back and a louder moan to slip out of you. 

“Yes, I’ve been good, please.” To make the pleading more efficient, you look at Jaehyun with your watery eyes, trying to give him the most innocent look you can, even if it’s quite hard considering you’re sandwiched between them while you’re letting them rearrange your guts. 

“Come, but I hope you can take more, ‘cause we won’t stop,” he rasps. 

You hum, “Ye-yes, can take everything.” 

They all doubt that, thinking it’s a miracle you’re not passed out yet, but none of them says a word. Jeno and Jaehyun too busy feeling how the orgasm makes your holes squeeze them. The others too busy trying to dim the pain while jacking off as they watch you. 

And you know you would’ve been able to take it, but this orgasm hits you like a wave, dragging you underwater, making you struggle for air, muscles tired and skin burning as — of course — they don’t stop moving in and out of you. 

“Jeno,” you cry out, feeling you could pass out, trying to turn your head to meet his lips; whatever he had given you before, you need more. 

He sneers, looking down at you. “Need help?” 

You nod, pouty lips making him think you still look so cute even if you’re a complete mess, sweat pearling your skin, tears and spit drying on your cheeks, and not a single coherent thought in your brain. He loves hearing the mess that’s going on inside of you. So he kisses you again, his hands reaching your waist, brushing against Jaehyun’s that are already there, holding you so tight in place you’re sure they will leave imprints on your skin. 

“Is it too much for you, angel?” Haechan teases you from the sidelines, and when you pull away from Jeno’s lips you glare at him, a fire fuelling inside of you but when you open your mouth no words slip out. 

He snickers, shaking his head, giving you an ‘I told you,’ glare that makes your blood boil even more but you can’t pay him attention, you can’t even prove him wrong. 

“Oh, look at you, our dumb angel can’t even answer him,” Jaehyun mocks, caressing your burning cheek, tapping it lightly to wake you from your dreamy state, but it doesn’t really work. “You look like a mess, an angel should never look like this.” His thumb presses hard into your cheek, smearing around the mess of the eyeliner, mascara, tears and spit that sits on your face. “Are you drooling at how good our cocks are?” 

Only then you realize that you are, saliva dripping from the corner and pooling on your chin. Embarrassment takes over you and you move a hand up to clean your face but Jeno slaps it away. 

“Don’t you dare,” he orders, voice dropped lower than ever, ringing loud and clear in your ear, making you come again. It’s embarrassing to say at least, and you hate how long the orgasm shakes your body from head to toe. 

“So fucking nasty,” Yuta mutters from the side. “Who said she was too innocent for this?” 

You cry out, feeling ashamed. Never in your life has something like this happened. 

“I told you she’s good at masquerading,” Haechan will always find a way to mock you and you detest that you keep giving him reasons to do it. 

“It’s Halloween after all,” Johnny dramatizes, and you roll your eyes at the lame joke but Jaehyun’s hand on your neck is what makes them stay there, in the back of your head. He doesn’t apply pressure, only grazes your skin, feeling you gulp hard with every deep thrust they send against you. 

When their moans start to turn into feral groans you get that they are close too, hips slamming against you sloppily while their hands wonder on your body, it’s like they want to leave their fingertips all over you, want you to walk — probably crawl — out of there smelling like them, marked by them, leaking them. 

Jeno presses his face against one side of your neck and Jaehyun on the other, completely pressing you between their broad bodies and Jeno’s wings, kissing and biting your neck while they come hard, their cum filling your holes, trigging yet another orgasm, leaving you breathless and powerless, as it overflows in thick, sticky rivers of white splashing between your thighs, ass and even ending on your mound. 

“You did so well,” they both whisper at the same time, shushing you with kisses and brushing your wet hair away. 

When they leave you laying on the surface, you feel empty and cold, already missing the contact and warmth of their bodies, but you take the brief moment of calm to gain your breath back and stretch your limbs for what you can. 

“Hi, angel,” Johnny says. His body completely overshadows yours and you can barely make him out through your half-lidded eyes. He caresses your cheek while his eyes wander on your naked body. “So, so pretty, aren’t you? Even after they completely ruined you.” 

“Wa-want you,” you whisper, body lifting from the table underneath you to move closer to his, it’s hard to tell apart where his physical appearance ends and the shadow starts, but you think it’s thrilling. 

“Oh, eager, aren’t we?” You expect Johnny to talk but once again his shadow appears at his side and now you’re surrounded by two of him. You don’t really know how to feel about it. Two of him feel like a blessing and a curse at the same time. 

“They never get used to it,” Youngho snickers, smirking at your confused expression jumping back and forth between the two. 

“Not until we make them feel good,” Johnny replies, hand moving between your legs, smearing the mess of cum leaking out of you. “Angel,” he coos, “you’re so messy.”

“It’s not me,” you try to justify, voice clipping in your throat when he pushes two fingers in. You can’t stand teasings anymore and you whine. 

“Please, fuck me.” 

“Weren’t we enough, angel?” Jaemin asks, he’s not really mocking you, he’s impressed, to say the least. The few times they happened to do something like this together at least three of them went home with nothing, their toy for the night too far gone to do anything else. But you… you are different, and he feels like he’s missing something he can’t wrap his head around. 

Haechan on the other hand simply thinks you’re pathetic and unsatiable and has no problem reminding it again. “Of course, we aren’t, for nasty things like them it’s never enough.” 

He sparks a fire inside of you and you’d like to jump off the table and strangle him again, this time for real, while you’re reminding him that he’s the last person that can talk about being greedy, but Jaehyun’s voice inside your brain tells you to stop and you listen. You can only listen to the sanity he’s pushing in your brain and the instinctive reactions of your body because for the rest you feel like your brain has been emptied and filled with lust. 

Also, you can’t pay attention to Haechan when you have not one, but two, Johnny in front of you. Youngho is still weird, but all you can think it’s the way they’ll make you feel. 

Shivers run down your back while Johnny’s fingers move up and down your skin, his touch is like a light breeze. You barely realize that the room got darker and you look up at him. 

“We work better in the dark,” he replies before he starts leaving kisses on your skin, sucking your nipples with avidity. 

You jump when you feel Youngho move a hand between your thigh, fingers slipping inside you. 

“Do you want another one, baby?” Johnny teases after pulling away from your hard nipple with a loud pop. 

Your eyes widen. “You — you can create another one?” 

The chuckle that rumbles from their rib is deep and mocking. “There can be thousands of us.” 

Your lips open and close trying to let out an answer that simply can’t come out because you can’t even form it in your brain. 

“Don’t worry, though,” Johnny says, biting the side of your boob. “It will be just us… for now.” 

His comment can’t scare you enough because if you can have other him fucking you, you’re sure you’d take them all, any time and in any way. If all of them are so good with their tongue and fingers you want them all over you. And as if they can hear you, you feel Youngho’s hand cup the breast Johnny’s not paying attention to before leaning closer and sucking your nipple.  

You bite your lips, head rolling back and when you open your eyes, you meet Jaemin’s eyes, he has an amused expression on his lips, while his hand is wrapped around his cock, you smile at him faintly before you lock eyes with Johnny’s again. 

“Need you.” 

He smirks down at you, admiring the goosebumps forming on your body every time their hands brush your skin. 

“Should we give her what she wants?” He turns around, talking to his copy. 

“I think she deserves it.” 

Your toes curl in anticipation when Johnny lays down on the table and urges you to sit on his lap, and you’re reactive like a puppy waiting for a treat after following an order, and for now, your treat is a kiss and his cock sinking into your dripping warm walls. It’s so big you moan in the messy kiss and you shiver when you feel his shadow behind you. They are all over you, their limbs mixing with the grey substance surrounding them, you can barely see the others through it. 

“Johnny,” you whine, hands planting on his chest when he lays flat again and his hands wrap around your hips, holding tight and moving you to grind against him, throbbing hard clit rubbing against him, sending buzzes of electricity through your bones. 

“You’re still so tight, angel, even if they absolutely destroyed you. So warm and wet for us,” he moans, brows knitted together, and nose scrunched up as you squeeze your walls around him on purpose. 

The sound of a smack on your ass resonates in the room before Youngho parts your cheeks and spits in your rim. Your head falls against Johnny’s shoulder, biting down the embarrassment but your cunt squeezes around him tighter, and so does your rim, twitching in anticipation. 

The shadow’s hand pushes you flat against his owner, keeping you arched, perky ass in perfect view as his cock makes its way into you, once again filling you until you can barely breathe. You can’t even form words anymore when they start working on you. Of course they know how to do it, they’re the same person after all, doing their best to mess with your brain and fuck you dumber. 

It’s not difficult for them to set a rhythm of steady and deep thrusts. You can feel Youngho move, so his right foot plants at your side while the other knee supports his weight firm against the table, giving you deep and calculated strokes. While Johnny moves your body up and down on him with ease. 

“Are you tired?” Johnny asks groggily, fingers tangling in your hair to lift your head up from his shoulder. He wants to admire your fucked out state, puffy lips, lipstick ruined and glossy eyes. 

You shake your head but your brain is empty and you can barely hold your body up, chest pressed against his, the muscles of your neck hurting as he forces you in place. 

“No?” He coos before kissing you roughly and biting your lower lip. “Have you starved yourself for months waiting for this?” It’s obvious the answer is no, you couldn’t have known you would meet them, but you’re still eager for more, it’s like you’ve been kept sex-less for years, actually. 

“You — you just feel so good,” you blabber out, some spit drooling out of your lips and he promptly licks it off. 

“How many times did she even come?” You faintly make out Jaehyun talking and someone else answering his doubts with uncertainty, and honestly, you don’t even know how many orgasms you had. 

“Mo — more,” you stammer, looking at him with droopy eyes. 

“And then I’m the greedy one,” Haechan comments, watching as your hips keep grinding meeting them halfway, there might not be a single coherent thought left in your brain but your body is extremely reactive, it’s almost as if it’s moving on its own. 

You’re startled when another shadow parts from Johnny. 

“What were you expecting?” He mocks, signalling his other self to lift you up in a straightened position. 

“Found a greedy one tonight, you never call me for the fun,” the third shadow whispers next to your lips before kissing you, his hands wrapping around your body, placing next to Johnny’s and Youngho’s. “Should I pay attention to those beautiful tits?” He asks, cupping them fiercely, kneading the soft flesh. 

Your head rolls back and the nth orgasm washes over you, body trembling while you’re pressed between theirs and their shadows, almost as if dark clouds are all over you, it also feels chilly but you’re burning up, and the contrast forms new shivers on your skin. 

You hear them chuckle before they all pay attention to different parts of your body. Youngho starts kissing your neck. Johnny’s fingers rub against your clit in swift motions. And the last one of him sucks and rubs your nipples eagerly. 

You are burning up. Getting stimulated  everywhere you can. 

“Fuck, you’re so… so beautiful,” Jeno whispers, staring at your blissful contorted face. You really love this. 

“Isn’t she?” Johnny replies, caressing your face and pulling you down, making his second shadow groan in disappointment. “All dumb and high on our cocks, nothing in that pretty, little brain of yours.” 

And as an answer, you give him a dumb smile, followed by a messy kiss before you’re pulled up again. 

“Taking it so well for someone that wanted to run away before,” the shadow fucking your ass comments. “Not scared anymore?” 

You shake your head, eyes squeezing shut, pushing more tears down your cheeks. 

“We feel good, don’t we?” The third shadow murmurs against your skin, alternating sucks with quick flicks on your sensitive nipples, and you nod again, a slur of ‘yes’ slipping out your mouth. 

“We could turn you and move you around like a doll and you wouldn’t even mind,” Youngho groans, and you can feel him twitch inside you, thrusts getting sloppier, signalling you he’s close. “Fucking tease,” he and Johnny curse at the same time when you clench around them on purpose.  

“Want us to fill you?” Johnny asks, fingers moving faster on your clit, cunt getting incredibly tighter, suffocating his dick. 

You only hum, hands tangling in the other shadow’s hair, pushing him closer to your breast, telling him to suck harder. 

“Want your cum, please, please,” you scream out, tears flooding down your face, at this point fighting against all your limits and overstimulation. 

And that’s the last drop they need to come, violent orgasm washing through them as deep groans and moans fill the room, the third shadow disappears and Johnny pulls you flat against him, kissing you roughly while his hips fuck into you with more strength, making sure to give you all his cum. 

“Fuck,” the shadow behind you growls, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcefully pulling you flat against his chest, kissing you just like the owner of his physical form. “You’re so good,” he says in a low-pitched voice, coming inside you before he lets you fall on Johnny’s body again. 

“It’s okay, angel, it’s fine,” Johnny murmurs against your hair, caressing your head as you breathe panting, tears wetting his skin. “Are you okay?” 

You hum, whining when you feel Youngho disappear, a river of cum drooling out of you. He keeps you there for a while, calming your shaking body, reassuring you did great, and only when he’s sure you’ve gained some strength back, he leaves one last kiss on your forehead before slipping out of your hold. 

The table feels even colder now that you lay there in a pool of cum and sweat, chest rising swiftly, and eyes wet with tears as you look around the room, passing them one by one, feeling your head spin. 

“Look what we got here,” Yuta’s voice sounds sultry, reaching your ears muffled while pleasure is still hazing your brain. “All wrecked and ruined. You don’t look like an angel at all now,” he mocks, tentacles slithering on your skin. “You always leave me the less fun part.” 

“I think she has proved enough she’d do anything for a good fuck, she won’t disappoint you.” You don’t get the nature of Haechan’s comments, but you’re sure he’s not genuinely praising you. You don’t reply though, you stopped doing that a few minutes before when they fucked any willpower out of you. 

Yuta snickers, “Is it true, angel?” The petname comes out venomous, eyes glinting and split tongue licking his lips. Everything about him is of a beautiful red, the colour of love or of something worst in this case. He seems ruthless and you’re not sure him being the last one was a smart choice. 

“I — I just need some water.” Your throat is dry and you’re not really sure you can take him. 

“Some water will give you the energy to take these?” he asks, tentacles lifting in the air, leaving you gasping for air. 

But you still nod, strong-headed, or maybe dumb even, but you came to terms with it, tonight wasn’t made for you to be smart, just to have fun and do reckless things, and until now, you survived, so what could go wrong? 

“Here’s some water,” Jaemin hands you a glass, watching with a tender smile as you struggle to lift your body. 

“Here,” Jeno whispers, coming behind you, keeping you up. “Drink it all.” 

“Maybe you could use some alcohol,” Haechan says and Johnny silences him with a hit in his stomach. 

“Can you quit being an asshole for two seconds?” 

“I was being serious,” he replies holding his stomach. “It could help her loosen up.” 

“I’m fine,” you mumble, looking down at your shaking thigh when Jeno’s hand slips there, caressing you. 

“Are you sure?” It’s Yuta talking though, watching your body tremble and you gulp down water like a thirsty camel in the driest desert. He has no idea how you made it there without passing out, and either you’re really, really, desperate or you’re hiding something, but even he can’t get what it is. 

“I can take it, I want to take it,” the second phrase comes out in a shier confession, looking down at the empty glass, waiting for Jaemin to fill it again.

“Don’t drink too much or we will have unpleasant surprises,” Haechan chuckles. 

“You’re so disgusting you wouldn’t even mind,” Jeno tells him and the demon shrugs, mumbling a ‘maybe’. 

With one last check-in, both Jeno and Jaemin pull away from you, leaning you down on the table again. 

“Was it enough of a break for you, insatiable little thing?” 

You nod, eyes following the appendance crawl out of him and reach for you. 

“Are those humans not enough?” His eyes glint in excitement as he watches your eager face stare at his tentacles, he had never seen anyone so excited for this, especially after everything the others did with you. 

“No,” you reply shyly.  

“So the stories are true? What is that? They don’t care about your pleasure?” 

You nod, trapping your lips between your teeth when one of his tentacles passes down your thigh and rubs against your cunt before circling your waist moving up until it reaches your breast and then up to your neck. 

“They don’t,” you have no idea where you’re finding the strength to reply, but you do, chest panting harder with every touch on your skin. 

“And what makes you think monsters care?” 

“You — you do, you did,” you bite back a scream when the tentacle around your whole body moves away, leaving space for a thicker one to slip inside your sopping wet cunt. “Fuck,” your head rolls back, it’s not really thicker than the others you had but the texture is driving you crazy, it’s bumpy and it rubs against your walls deliciously. 

“What if I told you I’m tired of waiting and I don’t think I’ll pay much attention to your wants or needs?” 

“I — I don’t care.” 

“She only cares about getting used and filled, what’s not clicking, yet?” Haechan comments, and you can feel him roll his eyes, and your eyes snap open when you feel him right against your ear. You’d like to yell at him to step back but when Yuta leaves you empty you can only groan in disappointment and look at him, letting the demon nibble your skin. 

“What, angel?” Yuta has a devilish smile on his face, one eyebrow raised and you can see in his eyes he’s having the time of his life.  

You stutter without letting out a sound, blinking and shaking your head thinking you’re going insane. But when you open your eyes it’s still there, well, they are still there. “T-two?” 

Yuta hums, pumping his cocks and moving closer to you, his knees brushing against the table. They chose the worst place to have you but he’ll make it count. 

“You didn’t complain with theirs.” 

“It — it was different. How will this work?” 

Yuta doesn’t reply, his lips twitch in an arrogant, scary grin and then two tentacles grab your legs and push them open and flat next to your panting chest, the harsh movement causing some cum to drip out of you with an embarrassing sound that makes you cover your face for a slipt second before some other tentacles grab your wrists and pin them above your head. 

“Two dicks, two holes,” he winks, pushing in, bottoming in with a forceful thrust, thick cocks filling your abused holes once again. “See, we’re made for each other.” 

You only hum a reply, it’s not as terrible as you imagine it would be, at this point it can’t be when you lost track of how many dicks you had inside you tonight, whether it was separately or at the same time. It should be embarrassing but it’s not. Not even if the squelches are disgusting, even if you moan and squirm underneath him like crazy, and even if you look like a mess while they don’t. They are all surrounding you now, giving Yuta space to do what he wants with you but still humping themselves lazily as they watch the last drops of sanity being drained out of your brain. 

And you truly feel like you’re going insane, Yuta is everywhere,  inside you, outside, tentacles sucking your nipples, licking your clit, fucking you rough. You can’t tell if he’s using some sort of powers over you but it’s like the more he sucks and fucks, the more you crave, you don’t feel that tired, only eager for more. Pleasure dizzying your mind and making you melt in his hold. 

“Want to suck you,” you babble, looking at him with pleading eyes. As if you need to plead for it. 

“Want my tentacle, angel?” 

You nod swiftly, lips parting and tongue rolling out, the sight sinful and vulgar enough that could make them come right there and there. 

“How can I say no when you look so pretty?” And with that, he stuffs a tentacle inside your mouth, he doesn’t fuck your throat this time, letting you suck on it like a lollipop, getting off to the sight of your hollowed cheeks and closed eyes, long lashes falling on your wet cheeks while you suck on it as if your life depends on it. 

“Fuck, where have you been all this time?” Jaehyun groans, amazed by you and how well you keep reacting to everything they’re throwing at you, or you’re asking yourself. 

“Yeah, right?” Jaemin whispers, you got he doesn’t like to say much but the way he’s looking at you tells you everything. If he could keep you around forever, he would. And probably you wouldn’t mind either, not a dull moment with them around and your deeper, more primal needs would always be satisfied. 

You hum louder around the appendance, lower body grinding back against Yuta, following his movements lazily. And usually, he would last longer, but the way you’re sucking him, it’s driving him insane. 

When the tentacle pulls out of you, coming in your mouth, you choke on it again, rivers of white substance trailing in your hair, not meeting your eyes only because you promptly close them and then you feel Jaehyun’s cold hand move it away from your closed eyelids. 

“Want both,” you beg, pushing your hips up from the table, meeting Yuta’s surprised gaze. 

“Isn’t it what I’m al —”

“Both in one hole,” you shut him immediately, silence falling in the room as everyone stops in their tracks. 

“Aren’t you testing your luck a bit too much tonight, little girl?” Johnny asks, hoping to push some sense in you but you’re firm in your decision. 

“I want it,” you whine again, struggling in the firm hold of Yuta’s limbs. “Can you do it? Would it hurt you?” 

“Hurt me?” Yuta asks with the highest-pitched tone you heard from him tonight. It wasn’t like he really minded, but this did seem a bit too reckless coming from you. “You’ll end up being hurt.” 

You shake your head. “But I want it, we can always stop, can’t we?” 

Yuta thinks if I can stop but doesn’t say it out loud, instead, he pulls out of you, leaving you empty and gaping before he wraps a hand around his lengths and presses them together enough they can squeeze against your entrance, for your sake he stops for a moment and does a little trick, making the second cock smaller, for what he can, it’s not much and he still thinks you’re going to bend and break but if you want it that much. 

He pushes in slowly and you bite back a slightly pained scream with every inch that sinks deeper. 

Jeno is quick at trapping your lips with his, feeling a familiar energy eluding out of you but doesn’t dwell on it much. You simply are addicting, and he’s created to go crazy for everything that is just like you. 

“You’re taking him so well, angel,” Jaemin’s voice reaches your ear while you can feel his light, delicate touch on the few patches of skin that are not tormented by the other tentacles. 

Yuta growls groggily when he finally bottoms in, your tight, warm walls squeezing him to the point it’s hard to slip out. “Fuck — fuck,” his brows are twisted in a concentrated furrow and you see some sweat pool on his forehead. He had never done that before, other humans were terrified only at the sight of the two. That’s why he kept the second one hidden until his turn arrived and he was always the last, most of the time they didn’t even arrive there. But you, fuck, you were hypnotic and magical for all the things you endured that night. “Feel so fucking good. Is it good for you?” 

You nod eagerly, looking at him past Jeno and Haechan that are kissing your neck greedily, hitting other spots that make you shiver. “Fill me so well,” you reply breathly, muscles trembling as you feel on the edge again. 

Your words make something snap in him, now that he’s sure you’re enjoying it, his hips start moving on their own, he’s not going incredibly fast, enjoying the sensation of your body almost trapping him in and his cocks rubbing against your insides. But his pushes are deep and rhythmic, strong hands wrapping around your waist to fuck you back against him every time, and you’re sure that you’re going to have so many marks of that night on you for a long time. 

Your brain blanks out, head rolled back, and mouth closing and opening only to let out choked moans and sobs. And it’s still not enough, you feel empty, you need more, but asking for it seems impossible. And for the first time in the night, you're glad someone can get in your head. 

“I fear she wants more,” Jaehyun says, surprising Yuta, hips coming to a halt for a split second. 

“More?” He repeats to make sure he heard right. 

“Yeah, wants all her holes filled.”

Yuta groans loudly, throwing his head back and then pushes a tentacle inside you, not extremely thick because he feels like he's exploding, your tight insides squeezing him, and another thing inside you wouldn't have let him move. But for you, it's enough to fulfil a need. 

“Want more, angel?” Johnny asks, cock prodding at your lips and he doesn’t even have to ask that you try to take him in, the position it’s not the best but you make it work anyway. 

“Let go of her hands,” Jaemin orders Yuta, and his tentacles free your hands. The fairy and Jaehyun are fast at bringing them on their cocks, and you get the message without them saying a word. 

There is truly no sanity left in your body anymore. Yuta filling your cunt and ass, Jeno and Haechan sucking your nipples, Johnny in your mouth and your hands stroking Jaemin and Jaehyun. You’re filled to the brim with pleasure, and it’s so much it overflows, whole body shaking, broken moans muffled in your mouth and toes curling in your shoes as you feel the nth orgasm hit you. 

“You’re so fucking hot like this,” the tentacle monster rasps, watching how attentively you take care of the others and still try to fuck back into him. “Such a pleasant surprise.”

And then they can’t hold it back any longer, the room explodes with moans, groans, cries, and dirty, messy sounds of bodies and skins against each other. They all come, you can’t tell who loses it first, only feel your body get hit by their cum before they take a step back. 

Yuta lasts a bit longer, leaning closer to you as he gives one last forceful thrust, his cocks and tentacle emptying inside you, so much cum it spills out of you before he can even get it all inside. 

Static sounds fill your mind when the last orgasm washes over you, it comes a bit after his and it feels strenuous, you can’t even moan anymore, only sob with your head turned to the side and your body wriggling under his. 

“Can’t believe you’re real,” Yuta whispers, holding his body up with his hands flat against the table at your head’s side. “I wouldn’t have bet a candy on you.”

A faint smile paints on your face before you cuddle up in a fetal position, cringing at all the seed sticking to your skin, the movement making even more of a mess. 

“Are you okay?” When you blink your eyes you find Johnny kneeling at your level, brushing your sweat-soaked hair out of your face. 

You hum, moving your mouth to talk but no words came out. 

Jaehyun chuckles, “Now you need me?”

Yes, asshole. Tell them I’m fine.

“She’s fine and she called me an asshole.” 

“Oh, she’s doing amazing then if she can still be annoying,” Haechan chuckles, but unlike his comments of before his tone is playful and you find yourself chuckling too before your eyelids get too heavy and you fall asleep. 

When you walk out of the room it’s past 2 A.M and you find Ningning waiting for you in the small bathroom on the ground floor. 

“Took you long enough, honey. I thought they killed you,” she whispers, pushing you inside, staring at your devastated state with an amused grin. The sleeves of the dress you made last minute are gone, the skirt is as dirty as your hair and your top barely stays on you. They didn’t kill you but close enough. 

You laugh her comments off, grabbing the clean clothes she’s holding for you, and groaning in front of the mirror. You have cum everywhere, but you don’t pay it much attention, hurrying yourself to finally pee and then change into your clothes, pushing the others in a bag. 

“Hell, never dressing like one of those ever again,” you chuckle, a disgusted edge in your voice while you walk out of there, throwing the fake wings — the only thing you have left of that horrible  costume, luckily enough the halo got lost somewhere else — under a bush next to the back door that gave to the backyard. 

“Are you done?” Ningning asks, handing you a cigarette when she notices you’re at least dressed up again, an appearance of normality on your face even if some cum dried in your hair and she knows she’ll have fun hearing you try to get it out in the morning. 

You smile, bringing it to your lips, “I think they just gifted me eternity with this fuck,” you breathe out, shaking your head, feeling stronger than ever before, inhaling deeply the cold night air that wakes you up fully from your haze. 

Your friend rolls her eyes, “I have no idea how you can fake it so well, and this time you risked it.” 

“I’ve spent ages crafting my skills,” you joke, intertwining your arm with hers, and passing her the cigarette back. “Should we go home?” You ask and when she nods you start to walk away from the house. 

“Was it good at least?” She asks, the only sounds filling the night are your heels on pebble stones and the faint music still coming from that place, dimming with every step you take further from there. 

Your lips curl in a smirk, eyes flashing red as you think of the night you lived, memories of it imprinted in your brain for eternity. “It was so good I might want to tell Satan this one.” 

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