#fucked up and evil halloween m!as

[mxboxlocks]

Can we please hear about the scringlies and spooky spells?

YES YOU CAN

so my friends and i had a tf2 rp server. i usually rp'd as soldier and engie. one year the thing we did to engie (at the time i hadn't yet mused soldier) was like, we turned him into a weird purple crystal dragon! essentially merasmus planted a funny book in his workshop that gave him knowledge so forbidden he accidentally summoned the soul of a dragon and got posessed

i drew him a couple of times but the art is so old now that i had to redraw him. he was purple :3

and then another year, this, uh, happened to them

i don't remember what the concept was here but it was freaky deaky! also please excuse the old art, i'll redraw these guys if they spark any interest

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress two #tf2 fanart #tf2 soldier #tf2 engineer #fucked up and evil halloween m!as #anyone remember m!as btw #i learned about them on quotev because there were like #lame anon lists that they copied from genuine interactions here #they werent even real people you just copy-pasted them and reacted #it was odd #quotev was odd

[justanotherhh]

some trailer things:

big fight around lust/ozzie's place that involves m&m and loona + we know fizzarolli is going to make another appearance, so i wonder how that'll connect potentially. also, new villain?

obvs the whole section of CHERUB working with DHORKS and this massive thing/portal:

john waters big villain episode???? (ghostfuckers from the looks of things)

also more crossdressing in that same episode + millie vs possessed blitz? both millie and blitz giving some evil dead type vibes?

more on stolas' whole social sphere and potential judgement and hell's class politics related to his dating blitz + p much confirmed that blitz will not take stolas' gift in the spirit it was intended

also, "you fucks think you can do this every time-" feels not just like it's about the wider class issues in hell, but maybe like it's personal (potentially with verosika? although it does seem like it's canon that he had more than a little bit of a hand in ending that relationship, so could just be him echoing everything he's been seeing in the treatment of imps and putting that onto stolas in this moment)

and then "thank you blitz, for making me so happy, even for a little while" is during this moment too. lot of teasers for how this is gonna go down (badly, upsettingly, emotionally)

the whole "do you feel any remorse for what you do" feels like a misdirect -- that is, it's edited to look like it's about blitz, but i feel like it's directed at stella or her brother

generally a lot of fun stolas visuals that i won't get into here, but am excited to see more contexts for

also this isn't new, but im always interested in blitz's heart/broken-heart forehead marking

blitz and tilla moment! generally more flashbacks (in the shape of blitz seeming to be almost at the movies, watching his own "failures") around the time of the fire! i didn't see any barbie stuff, alas, but the rest of it looks !!! also lowkey confirmed it was cash who stopped blitz from seeing fizz in hospital

who's this?

another sin? maybe related to ozzie and/or stolas and that judgement of the kinds of people they love?

blitz protecting stolas - maybe from the above, considering the hand motif of it all... stolas really living the life of blitz as a romantic hero, while blitz is barely holding it together as a person the whole time. different genres, my guys. different genres (that's their real communication issue)

this fuck-you-blitz cake looks like a verosika thing to do, esp considering it's her calling him shitty in the VO -- but yay, maybe giving that verosika catharsis, but also generally just verosika!

also the VO part where he says he doesn't want to be this way, he's wearing the same shroud as during his confrontation with verosika. idk, im just. contexts for things. i am curious

is the below also the same episode? I'd think so. it's set during halloween (?) and blitz is then maybe in the blood-covered shroud (costume? undercover? going undercover as a ghost? post-breakup stalking undercover ghost costume?)

MAMMON! and he looks pleased. oh dear.

this blitz + fizz moment

it kinda looks like blitz is wearing the same tee as when he and stolas have their moment + a horse bag + fizz casual wear. fizz generally in this trailer seems to be having the best time (outside the flashbacks). everything makes me suspicious all the time

(also generally hello all the different outfits coming up!!)

fascinated by this:

is that millie?

things we didn't see:

no barbie, no striker, no crimson, no asmodeus (directly, although his imagery is everywhere + fizz and mammon appear), no paimon -- this not to say none of them will show up, but am enjoying that a lot of this is clearly pulling from s1, with the focus on verosika, DHORKS, and CHERUB -- potentially a lot of the s2 villains need some time to lick their wounds a bit (and paimon was never a Villain, just a terrible parent... if he ever returns though...)

and barbie... i do want to see barbie again soonish ngl, she needs some proper introducing, but this is already giving so much callback and continuation of immediate plot-threads, very excited

#helluva boss #verosika mayday #blitzø #blitz #stolas #blitzo #helluva millie #helluva moxxie #helluva loona #DHORKS #CHERUB #helluva mammon #fizzarolli #stolitz

[shuadotcom]

Room with a View (M)

🩸Pairing: Vampire!Kim Mingyu x Human fem!Reader x Vampire!Jeon Jungkook

🩸Summary: “Yes, they clearly want in your pants, but at least Mingyu wasn’t lying about a much better view.”

🩸Genres & AUs: Smut, supernatural au, vampire au, pwp

🩸Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

🩸Words: 6.3k

🩸Warnings: Mention of alcohol, profanity, mentions of blood, shameless Mean Girls references

🩸Smut warnings: Threesome, vampire kink ig, oral (f & m receiving), semi-public sex, window sex, fingering, anal fingering (f receiving), biting, marking, dirty talk, pet names (baby, little mouse), unprotected sex (vampires can’t impregnate humans in this world bc i said so!) rough sex, double penetration, using cum as lube

🩸Note: For @kpopsblackcreatorsociety 's Blood & Bane event! Vampire Prompt: “Did you just fucking bite me?!”

This AMAZING banner is by my bby @playmetheclassics / @classicscreations and beta’d by my other bby @the-boy-meets-evil! A million smooches for you both!! 😙❤️ Oh and tagging the lovely @gyuwoncheol ❤️

“I’m a mouse, duh!” You’ve had to clarify that at least ten times tonight, much to your displeasure. You assumed that the black nightie, silver calf-high boots, and mouse ears would make your costume obvious, but so far, it’s seemed that everyone you’ve run into at this party either has never seen Mean Girls or doesn’t remember it. It’s a tragedy, truly.

It doesn’t help that most of your time at this party has been spent with just you by yourself. When only one of the four parts of a group costume is together, the whole idea doesn’t make the same impact. But, Jihyo and Jeongyeon, the Regina George and Grethen Wieners of your quartet in that order, disappeared together fifteen minutes after arriving. They’re likely hooking up in a room somewhere, still trying to hide from you and Sana that they’re dating. That’s added to the fact that Sana, the Cady Heron of the group, is spending time with the busy boyfriend she hasn’t seen in weeks. They had offered to let you hang out with them, but the last thing you wanted to be was a third-wheel.

That leaves just you, lingering by the back door with the same wine cooler you’ve been nursing for the last hour. 

You don’t know many people here except for the host, Dongmin, and a few of your co-workers you’ve recognized, but aren’t close with. He’s the sweet, wealthy vice president at the new company you work at who always goes out of his way to greet you when he sees you in the office.

You’ve only spoken to him a handful of times at the few company events you’ve been to and during shared elevator rides, so you were surprised when he invited you to his annual Halloween party, but you wouldn’t dream of turning him down. You also knew he had a good amount of money, what with the company doing so well, but you had no idea he was this well-off. 

His house has two floors and all of the rooms are spacious, bustling with people in Halloween costumes, dancing, talking, and knocking back drinks. Once you look past all of the partygoers, the view from the backdoor looks out at the city, all the lights in the distance looking magical from where the house sits on a hill in the nice, suburban part of town.

The view is honestly the most interesting part about tonight. You typically love Halloween, but this is the first party you’ve been to in a few years, plus you’re not friends with anyone else other than the three girls you came with. So far, this Halloween has been extremely uneventful.

“Karen Smith from Mean Girls, right? You’re a mouse?” A male voice you don’t recognize catches you off guard as you spin to see who it is.

To say you’re breathless at the sheer presence of the two men you come face-to-face with would be an understatement. They’re both tall and buff-looking - buff in the way that has your stomach doing flips. They’re clad in all denim outfits, their white shirts hugging each muscle underneath the cotton. Cowboy hats and boots complete their costumes, so you can easily deduce what they’re supposed to be. The man who you assume is the one who speaks is closest to you, smiling at you, pretty lips decorated with double lip rings.

They’re beautiful in the most stunning of ways that makes them not even seem real.

When you finally get a grip on yourself, you clear your throat, plastering on a smile. “Finally, someone at this party with taste! You’d be surprised how many people here have never seen Mean Girls.”

“A lot of people at this party aren’t much fun so that makes sense,” The other man speaks, rolling his eyes before fixing you with a look that appears as what you can only describe as hungry. “Speaking of, we haven’t seen you at one of Dongmin’s parties before.”

“Oh, yeah this is my friends and my first time here. Dongmin and I have worked at the same company for a few months. He invited me and as many people as I wanted to bring.”

“Remind us to thank Dongmin for that when we see him next,” Liprings smiles at you again, eyes sweeping over you from head to toe and you can feel the hairs on your arm stand on end under his appraisal. “I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

“And I’m Mingyu,” Both men reach for your hands, each of them placing a kiss on them. The gesture is cheesy, but it still makes your skin heat up, cheeks burning as they gently let your hands go.

“I-I’m Y/n.” Forcing out a nervous laugh, you glance at their hat and boots and attempt to pivot the conversation. It’s not as though you didn’t want the attention they’re so clearly giving you, but you’ve never had men that looked this good so blatantly ogling you. Especially not two at the same time. You’re one more flirtatious look away from giggling like a schoolgirl in front of them.

“You know, just putting on cowboy boots and hats doesn’t make you cowboys.”

“And just wearing a headband doesn’t make you a mouse.” Jungkook fires back, grinning at you. Touché.

“You said you and your friends - where are they?” Mingyu asks, eyes sweeping the room. 

“They’re all with their significant others.” You shrug, not trying to sound bitter. You’re happy for your friends, truly you are - you’re just reminded of how alone you are right now.

“Aw, well we’ll keep you company, little mouse,” Mingyu winks at you and the way you feel your thighs clench together at his words is utterly embarrassing. You’re almost mortified with yourself when you watch as both he and Jungkook glance down at your exposed thighs, noticing the gesture. That mortification is quickly washed away when Jungkook bites his lip and Mingyu’s smile grows. 

All of a sudden, you’re acutely aware that it’s just you and two of the most handsome men you’ve ever been around. Face to face. There are plenty of people buzzing around you, but none of them are paying your trio any mind. Your heart races at this thought, glancing back out the window at the view into the backyard again.

“Everything okay, Y/n?” Jungkook’s voice is closer than you expect as he sidles up to your left, Mingyu moving to stand to your right.

“Yeah, of course, why do you ask?”

“You just seem nervous is all.”

“Nervous? I’m not nervous. I’m just…distracted. The, uh, the view of the city! It’s just so pretty. I’ve been admiring it all night.”

“Hmm. This is a really nice view,” Jungkook agrees.

“I know where you can see an even better view,” Mingyu adds, drawing both your and Jungkook’s attention to him.

“You do?”

“Yeah. We’re super close to Dongmin and we’ve been here a million times. He has a room upstairs that faces out to the backyard, but it’s a much better view than this. Wanna go check it out?”

You’d have to be an idiot not to guess where this was going and what else he intended with his words. He waits patiently, smiling at you and letting you think it over. A glance over your shoulder at Jungkook shows that he’s also waiting, eyes shifting to gaze outside while you think. Two hot guys basically tell you that they want to take you upstairs and hook up with you. It’s not the exact type of excitement you were looking for on Halloween, but it’s excitement nonetheless. 

“Sure, let’s go. I’ll text my friends.”

“Perfect.” They wait for you to send a quick text to the group chat, letting the girls know who you’re going upstairs with and you see someone sends back a winky face emoji before you slip your phone in the clutch on your wrist. 

Mingyu has you follow him out of the kitchen and through the crowd to the stairs with Jungkook behind you, his hand hovering over your lower back as he follows. When you reach the top of the stairs, Mingyu leads you to the left, down a hallway, and into a room at the end of the hall.

As soon as you step in, you see the wrap-around windows spanning the length of the wall in front of you. The curtains are all drawn and the expanse of the starry night is laid out so clearly. This room is in the corner of the house, but still faces the back, so you can see into the backyard and well across to the city skyline.

Yes, they clearly want in your pants, but at least Mingyu wasn’t lying about a much better view.

As if reading your mind the man in question chuckles, gesturing to the view. “I was right, wasn’t I?”

“Yeah, yeah you were,” you wave at him, feeling flirty and brave enough to throw him a wink as you beeline straight for the window. The glass is clean enough that you can just make out your reflection. 

“Why are you so attached to looking outside?” Jungkook questions from your left. When you turn to find him, he’s lounging in a plush chair that sits near the foot of the luxurious bed.

“I can just appreciate a good view is all.”

“So can I,” Jungkook’s voice is so confident when he says it. He’s likely used that same line a million times before and it’s worked.

You refuse to admit it works on you too. 

“Smooth,” you still can’t help but roll your eyes. “This view is honestly just the most interesting thing I’ve looked at all night.” 

A big, firm, body presses into your back, your breath catching in surprise. You hadn’t even heard Mingyu approach.

“Oh yeah? That’s the most interesting thing you’ve seen all night?” His voice is low as he speaks against your ear, this close to making your knees weak.

“Mmhmm. Haven’t really been given much else to look at,” you hope neither of them can hear how your voice trembles as Mingyu runs his hands down your arms, pressing his body against you more. He has you so close to the glass you need to raise your hands to stop yourself from becoming flush against it. 

“Is that so?” Mingyu’s hands are soft as he brushes the edge of your lingerie, his fingertips grazing your bare thighs that the hem hangs above. His hands are colder than you thought they’d be, but the chill is welcome on your blazing skin.

“I guess I need something more interesting to look at.” Your eyes shift up in an attempt to meet his in the reflection of the glass but…all you see is yourself and nothing else? “Mingy-oh!,” your last word is clipped when Mingyu steps back and takes hold of your hips to pull you a little ways away from the window. Immediately after, he pushes you forward to bend at the waist. Your hands press against the glass again, this time to keep you from toppling forward onto your face.

“Be careful, baby.”

“Wh - sh-shit!” Your question dies on your lips when you feel Mingyu spread your plush thighs and presses his face against your exposed pussy, his tongue prodding at the fabric of your panties to push both into your wet hole.

“You can look at your reflection while I eat you out. I’m sure the face you make when you cum all over my tongue will be interesting enough.”

“Oh, or how about all those partygoers outside in the backyard? Isn’t it just so interesting how if anyone looked up and stared long enough, they’d see you bent over with your tits falling out?” Jungkook’s tone is so aggravatingly teasing, but he’s right. 

There are quite a few people stationed and talking around the yard. If someone truly wanted to, it would be pretty easy to see what’s going on in the room. The thought sends fear and another wave of arousal throughout you. 

“Mm, I think she likes that thought, JK. She got so much wetter.” 

“So dirty, little mouse.” 

“I - fuck!” It’s frustrating how Mingyu keeps touching you in all the right ways, his movements constantly scrambling your brain and derailing your train of thought.

His fingers push your panties to the side and his mouth immediately latches onto your clit, sucking a few times before his tongue eases into your entrance, the intrusion pushing out an unabashed moan from your chest.

Your fingers scramble to grip the glass, only to slide with a squeak as Mingyu laps at you as far as his tongue can reach. Your hips begin rolling against his face as he works at you, the need to cum dangling dangerously close. 

There have been plenty of other times you’ve let someone eat you out, but nothing can compare to the way this beautiful stranger plunges his tongue into your dripping hole, the obscene slurping sounds he makes are the only sound ringing in your ears other than your desperate whines.

“God, you look so good like this, little mouse. Your legs are trembling.” Jungkook’s voice cuts through the haze clouding your brain. “Can’t wait to get my hands on you.”

“What are you w-waiting for, then?” You attempt to sound confident and sexy, but your words are more whiny than anything. Even so, you hear Jungkook chuckle before the sound of him getting out of the chair and making his way over you catches your attention. He’s taken his denim jacket off at some point and you practically drool at the sight of his fitting white t-shirt and tattoo-decorated arm on display. 

He raises one of his hands, trailing it over your back and down to your ass. Mingyu already pushed your nightie up enough to get access to you, but Jungkook bunches it up all the way, the delicate fabric resting above your ass to give him access. He brings his hand down once, landing a spank on one of your cheeks.

Electricity surges through your body at the sting and you jump. Your hips respond by pushing back, obviously begging both men for more.

From behind you, Mingyu grunts, and, as if answering your wordless request, you feel his finger ease into your entrance, replacing his tongue. He’s still cold and you let out a yelp at the temperature, but you easily melt into him as his digit plunges into your heat.

Jungkook is still standing next to you, chuckling at the way you writhe, even bending over a little more.

“Asking to be spanked again, baby?” He hums, cold hand caressing your ass. 

“Yes, please!” Your knees are so, so close to giving out as you can feel your orgasm creeping up closer and closer. Mingyu’s finger keeps working at you and he soon adds a second. Heart hammering against your chest, you rest your forehead against the cold glass, nearly ready to collapse at the pleasure.

“Alright, well now you gotta share, Gyu,” Jungkook’s voice reminds his friend before he grabs at you to stand you upright. 

Mingyu, still on the floor, makes a displeased sound, frowning up at his friend.

“Yeah, yeah. You can still eat her out, but I want her mouth. Is that alright with you, little mouse?”

“Hell yes, it is,” you breathe out, still trying to right yourself after Mingyu’s assault on your pussy.

Jungkook smiles at you, and it takes your breath away in another way. How the fuck were you so lucky to end up here like this with men who looked this good?

With his hand holding yours, he leads you to the bed, Mingyu trailing behind as his fingers graze any part of your skin he can reach. Once you reach the bed, both men work together in lifting your nightie over your head and slowly peeling away your bra and panties, leaving kisses over your newly exposed skin. 

The three of you are a flurry of hands as you tug on the hem of Jungkook’s shirt with one hand while reaching behind your back to find the button on Mingyu’s jeans. 

When you’re finally naked, (save for your mouse ears which both men beg you to leave on), Mingyu spins you around and leans down to pull you into a kiss. His lips are impossibly soft as you melt into him, his tongue poking out to brush against your bottom lip a few times. You open for him immediately, allowing the man to wrap his tongue around yours before sucking the muscle into his mouth. 

Tiny mewls slip out of you, getting swallowed by Mingyu as he kisses you hard enough to bruise you, letting you taste yourself on him. Jungkook’s hands skate over your hips, your stomach, and up to your breasts. He rolls your nipples between his fingers, tugging on the buds as his teeth graze your shoulders and neck. Mingyu continues to muffle every sound you make, and one hand, the one not currently cradling the back of your head, snakes down, down, down until he dips a finger between your thighs. He’s met with your wetness, already coating the tops of your inner thighs. 

Your eyelids flutter as both sets of hands hold you, your arousal building with every tweak and every poke.

A different kind of poke on your neck makes you yelp though, flinching your head back from Mingyu to try and get a look at Jungkook.

“Did you just fucking bite me?!”

The tattooed man chuckles and cocks his head at you, amused at your reaction.

“Sorry, I guess I should’ve asked if you’re into that?”

“I am, I was just surprised. Your teeth are sharp.” You don’t mind marking and being bitten, but it’s never been almost painful when past partners have done it. 

Although truth be told, you didn’t mind one bit that it hurt.

He pouts at you, apologizing but still asking if you’re sure you’re okay with it. You promise you are and that’s all Jungkook needs to spin you around and crash his lips into yours. The chill of his lip rings is as cold as his lips, but just like every other chilled part of both him and Mingyu, you don’t mind at all.

Jungkook’s kisses are messier than Mingyu’s, his tongue immediately diving into your mouth to lap at every part of you. He alternates between making out with you as if his life depended on it and nibbling at your bottom lip, his teeth catching on the swollen skin now and again. It’s Mingyu’s turn to lavish your shoulders and neck with attention as he too sucks and nips at your skin, his teeth pricking your hot skin as he goes.

He leaves you panting when he finally lets you up for air and you can practically feel your arousal dripping down your thighs from the dual sensations.

“Your lips are fucking amazing,” Jungkook grumbles, dark eyes fixing you with a look that has you swooning. “I wanna feel them on my dick now,” 

You nod eagerly, likely resembling a bobblehead, and he and Mingyu both laugh at your eagerness. They help you get comfortable on the bed, having you kneel across it on all fours. Jungkook takes his position in front of you, his cock hard and already leaking precum. Mingyu shuffles on the bed behind you, running his hands over your ass, and you instinctively arch for him.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he hums, swiping his finger through your wetness and you hear him suck it into his mouth behind you. “And you taste even better.”

“Hey, you need to share, remember? I wanna taste,” Jungkook pouts at Mingyu over your shoulder and you feel Mingyu’s hand between your thighs again, gathering more of you, and this time, he reaches forward and offers his finger to Jungkook. The man in front of you cranes his neck forward to suck his friend's finger into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks for a moment before letting go with a ‘pop.’ 

Jungkook flashes a sly smile, licking his lips as he looks down at you. “Gyu is right. You’re absolutely delectable, little mouse. I’ll have to taste it straight from the source some other time.” 

The gears in your brain work overtime, registering that he’s alluded to there being a next time for the three of you. 

Mingyu’s tongue is diving into your cunt again which derails any other train of thought. Your mouth hangs open, a moan tumbling out in response. Jungkook uses that opportunity to tap the head of his cock against your bottom lip.

“This okay, baby?” He asks. When you let out an affirmative noise, he eases it into your mouth and you eagerly wrap your lips around it.

Jungkook’s cock isn’t extraordinarily long, but it’s thick, the girth stretching out the corners of your mouth the more he pushes in. When you almost get all of him in, he takes a moment, giving you time. When he feels you relax your jaw and sees you look up at him through your lashes, he starts to move his hips, helping you bob your head over his dick. 

His fingers weave into your hair, making sure not to disturb your mouse ears, gripping the strands at the base as he slowly rolls his hips into your face. You close your eyes, both to concentrate on taking him and to relish in the frantic way that Mingyu laps at your folds. He grunts into you with each swipe of his tongue and you can feel each deep vibration that slips out. 

You can feel your earlier orgasm creeping up again with each flick of Mingyu’s tongue. When he reaches under you to run his finger over your clit, the heat in the pit of your stomach gets hotter, bubbling up and spreading through your veins.

Unable to help yourself, you push your hips back into his face chasing your high. Jungkook’s cock is heavy and your tongue, his pace quickening too. His fingers tug at your hair harder than when he started. Each time he surges forward, the tip of his dick just barely hits the back of your throat, but it’s still enough to have you choking.

Drool starts to pool in the corners of your mouth as you cry out around his length, finally toppling over the edge as you cum. Your words are garbled and you have to anchor yourself to not fall fast forward into Jungkook’s crotch.

“Shit, yes baby like that. Cum all over Gyu’s face and take my cock. So good,” Jungkook’s words sound far away. Your brain is foggy, but you still clench around Mingyu’s enthusiastic tongue as he cleans you up.

When Mingyu finally pulls back you’re still whimpering around Jungkook and he’s switched to shallow thrusts, his cock dragging almost lazily against your tongue.

“Fuck, little mouse. I think I might be addicted to your delicious little cunt now.” Mingyu punctuated his words with a light smack to your still throbbing pussy, making you jolt. 

“Her mouth is a fucking dream too. She looks so pretty with it full. We’re so lucky to have found you, baby.”

“So lucky,” Mingyu agrees. You attempt to nod, trying your best to agree with them because you also feel incredibly lucky tonight. You’d gone from lamenting about being a third wheel in the awkward, almost lonely ways, to being the third wheel in a threesome with two beautiful men. Lucky indeed.

“Gonna let us get even luckier, baby?” Jungkook’s finger settles under your chin, tilting your head up just a bit to look down at you. “Gonna let us fuck you?”

This time you pull away, letting his cock fall out and giving you a chance to rest your jaw.

“God yes. I need more,” your voice is a little scratchy but still needy.

“Good girl. Who do you want first?” Mingyu rasps in your ear, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

“Both of you.” 

“Oh? You hear that, Gyu? She wants us both.”

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn dirty, baby. Sure you can take us both?” Mingyu presses his length against your asscheeks, letting you feel just how big he is.

“I can do it. Just prep me real good?” Casting a look over your shoulder, you meet Mingyu’s eyes, batting your lashes at him, wearing your best pleading face.

His expression darkens, smirking at you as his eyes sweep over your back, fixing on your ass before meeting your eyes again. “I’ll take care of you, little mouse, don’t worry.”

Mingyu peppers your cheeks with kisses while his finger swipes through your wetness again. He slowly spreads your cheeks, and a glob of spit hits your puckered hole followed by the tip of his finger prodding you. 

You wince when he slips in, moving oh so slowly until he’s one knuckle deep. Jungkook’s hand still under your chin turns your head to face forward and redirects your attention back to him. 

“Lemme distract you,” he taps the tip of his dick against your lips and you open immediately, almost greedy to take him in again. It’s easy for him to set a pace; each push of his hips forward pushes you back against Mingyu’s finger. They easily find a rhythm and Jungkook tugs on your hair, moaning loudly above you. 

Listening to his melodic voice making these breathy exhales for you - because of you - serves to make you wet all over again and determined to make him cum. He’s still guiding your head, but you curve your tongue, letting it wrap under his cock, gliding along a thick vein on the underside. 

“Fuck, Y/n. Keep doing that,”

So you do, hollowing your cheeks for good measure to make the inside of your mouth feel tighter around him. You’re moaning around his length as Mingyu slips a second finger into you, scissoring his fingers as he gets both digits in you.

“Look at you, little mouse. Taking my fingers and Jungkookie’s cock so well. I just know you’ll take both of us so good when we fill you up,” Mingyu’s words make you clench around nothing, but he feels the way your body tenses up and he chuckles at you. He lands a sharp smack on your ass, pushing a muffled shriek out of you. 

You get lost in the slide of Jungkook’s dick down your throat and the stretch of Mingyu’s fingers in you. It isn’t very long until you’re fucking back against his fingers. Jungkook’s grunts are getting more high-pitched and frantic, curses falling from his lips.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck. I’m - fuck!” Jungkook pulls his cock from your mouth, leaning back and gliding his hand over his length at light speed. 

When he cums he makes sure he’s angled towards him, so the sticky liquid spurts onto his chest and hand. You watch in awe as he tugs at himself a few times. His eyes are closed as he swipes his fingers through the mess on his skin and rubs it over his still-hard dick, sighing as squelching echoes in your ears.

“You doing okay, little mouse?” Mingyu’s voice cuts through to you and you finally manage to nod.

“Good. Come’re,” Mingyu’s fingers slip out of you and his hands wrap around your ankles and slide you down the bed, flipping you onto your back in one swift motion. “Legs and arms, wrap them around me.” He helps you loop your arms around his neck and you do your best to lock your legs around his waist. 

You expect to stay splayed out on your back, but he has other ideas as he picks you up with ease, as if you weigh absolutely nothing and you’ll be damned if it isn’t one of the hottest things that’s happened tonight.

Mingyu’s mouth is on yours again as his hands grip your ass, keeping you up and close to his body. He moves you both across the room, his back leaning against one of the large windows. One of your hands grips his shoulder while the other cards through his dark locks.

A second set of hands ghosts over your shoulders and back followed by Jungkook’s lips, his teeth grazing your skin between kisses. 

“Gonna let us fuck you at the same time, little mouse?” Jungkook speaks next to your ear, biting your lobe.

“I would if you’d hurry up,” you mumble, now laying your head back on Jungkook’s shoulder as Mingyu licks up the column of your throat, biting your collarbone hard enough to make you yelp. 

“So impatient, baby,” he murmurs against your skin. “But I guess we should give her what she wants, JK.”

“Guess so, Gyu,” 

Mingyu leaves a final kiss on the mark he’s left on your collarbone and adjusts you in his hold. He lifts you a little, quite effortlessly at that, and begins sliding you down in his length. Mingyu’s cock is long - long and thick enough that you feel full before he’s even halfway in, but you take it, gnawing at your lip as he enters you inch by inch.

Once he’s completely sheathed inside of you, you two lock eyes, the dark glint unmistakable. He gives a few shallow thrusts, already making you pant in his grasp.

“My turn, baby,” Jungkook says, reminding you that you’re only halfway done.

You crane your neck to the side to look down, and you watch Jungkook stroke himself a few times, using his cum to get himself as slick as possible for you, spitting into his hand for extra help. Mingyu tips you forward, your head resting on his shoulder as he spreads your cheeks for Jungkook. 

You ignore the fact that when you look at your reflection in the window, yours is the only one you see, clinging naked around seemingly nothing.

The nudge of Jungkook’s thick cockhead against your rim makes you gasp. He slides in much slower than Mingyu, letting your walls accommodate him at a much gentler pace. When he finally bottoms out, your head is spinning at the sensation of being packed to the absolute brim. Neither men say anything as you get used to them, using the opportunity to litter any skin they can reach with their mouths with bites, sucking more marks into you. 

When you’re finally ready, you wriggle in Mingyu’s hold, attempting to pivot your hip to get them to move.

“Mm, you ready, baby?” Mingyu whispers, running his tongue along your jaw.

“Yes, please. Fuck me,” 

“Since you asked so nicely…” Jungkook laughs, his hands now holding onto your ass while Mingyu wraps his arms around your waist.

Both men take a millisecond to adjust and that’s truly all they need before they both thrust into you, drawing a long, gasp of breath out of you. Mingyu snaps his hips forward, using the window behind him as momentum to fuck into you. It pushes you back down into Jungkook who’s glued to your back. 

They fuck you roughly, see-sawing you back and forth on their cocks, their grips on your flesh never loosening. You cry out each time, babbling out what sounds to you like their names surrounded by nonsense.

Mingyu’s gaze stays locked on your face, occasionally trailing over the rest of you, practically growling with each powerful thrust. 

“Look at you. Taking two cocks so well. You’re so good for us, little mouse.” Each word is punctuated with even more power behind his movements, drawing a whimper out of you each time.

“So good. Letting me into this tight little ass. Fuck you’re squeezing me so much, baby.” Jungkook’s comments are also followed by thrusts that take your breath away, his balls slapping against the back of your thighs each time.

You feel a million miles away from your body as these beautiful men with their big dicks stuff you full. You can feel every vein and every ridge battering and rubbing against your spongy walls and you clench with each thrust in, your second orgasm rushing to the forefront.

At some point, you think you black out, but that could just be the pleasure. The only thing you see is Mingyu smiling salaciously at you, sharp teeth on display, and half-lidded eyes drinking you in. The only thing you hear is Jungkook growling in your ear, praising how good you are for them and how fucking amazing you are. 

The only thing you feel - well you feel everything. The way they stretch you out, the way their fingers and blunt nails press bruises and half-moon marks into your skin. You feel the scrape of their teeth when they bite at you and it’d be a lie to say you didn’t want them to bite you a little harder.

“Look at our little mouse, JK. She’s so pretty and so fucked out.” Mingyu moves a hand up to grip your chin and tilts your head back to rest on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Shit, look at you, baby. So cockdrunk for us. You gonna cum?” You think you say words, but maybe it’s more of affirmative sounding noises.

Somehow, someone’s hand - you’re not sure who - reaches between your legs to rub your clit. You’re so fucking full and so fucking wet that it only takes a few rubs at your bundle of nerves to have you cumming with a scream that sounds much too loud to your ears.

Every inch of you is red hot and in flames as your throat dries up and your eyelids sag and that’s when you feel it: the sharp, piercing feeling of being bitten. Hard. One on your shoulder from behind and one on the opposite side of your neck. Your eyes fly open and all you see is Mingyu's dark head of hair. Somewhere in the room, along with the wet, slapping, sounds of them drilling into you, you hear slurping. The slurping of your blood in the mouths of these men that you now know for sure are not just men.

They’re drinking your fucking blood.

And that realization alone has you falling apart again, your mouth falling open in a silent scream, body twitching in their holds.

“Fuck - fuck! Gonna stuff you so fucking full, baby!” Mingyu removes his mouth from your neck, shooting his load into you first, the sensation making you groan out, albeit weakly. 

Jungkook tumbles over the edge right after him, his sticky seed coating your insides, dripping out, and sliding down your cheeks.

You’re still reeling from what is likely the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever experienced, body sagging, feeling completely boneless.

“Did you cum again after we drank from you?” Jungkook mumbles as they slide out of you, still keeping you in their arms.

“Mmhmm,” is all you can manage, eyelids fluttering, fighting to stay open.

“Fuck. You really are perfect, baby. We gotta keep her, Gyu.” 

Mingyu chuckles, finally setting you on the bed, and letting you flop onto the comforter. 

“Yeah, I think we might have to. Would you like that, little mouse? Wanna be ours?” 

“Mmhmm…” You think you have something else to say, but instead, you finally lose the battle to exhaustion, your eyes sliding closed and sleep taking hold of you.

“Y/n? Hey, Y/n?” 

The sound of your name jerks you awake, and your eyes shoot open to take in your surroundings. 

Sana’s face is peering down at you when you finally focus, concern etched into her features.

“Huh?”

“You’re up! We were getting a little worried, you’ve been sleeping for a while. Feeling okay?”

You sit up slowly, your head feeling groggy as you take in your surroundings. You’re on your couch in your apartment. You can see Jihyo in the kitchen staring at you looking concerned too. In the distance a toilet flushes and you assume it’s Jeongyeon.

“I’m fine,” you finally say. “Why are we at my apartment?”

“Well, your boyfriends texted us that we should take you home because you were so exhausted you passed out. They carried you out to the car and everything. Very gentlemanly.”

“By the looks of those marks, I think they treated you the opposite of gentlemanly in the bedroom?” Jeongyeon eyes your neck as she enters the room wiggling her eyebrows.

When you glance down, you see what she means. Your chest and what you see of your shoulders are covered in bruises. When you touch your neck you feel two small punctures in the skin and you flush from head to toe. You had almost wondered if you dreamt about the whole encounter with Mingyu and Jungkook, but you hadn’t.

“Oh, yeah. They definitely weren’t gentle,” you can’t but help giggle at the memory of the night you’ve had. The ache between your legs and your cheeks is also a stark reminder.

Your friends don’t say anything about where either Mingyu or Jungkook went when they left you in their care, but they wouldn’t just disappear, right? They said they wanted to keep you which means something, you’d like to think.

Lucky for you, it’s not something you have to ponder for long. As you’re settling into bed for the night, your phone vibrates with a text from an unknown number. 

When you go to your messages you see a group chat with you and two other people. Opening it rewards you with an image - two familiar-looking mouths smiling widely. You can only see from their noses down to their chins, but both grins show off very pointy canines, one mouth decorated with two lip rings. 

You’re trying to rack your brain as to what to respond with - it’s not like you could have anticipated that being bitten by actual fucking vampires would be so damn hot.

A text from the other number comes in a minute after the picture.

Good night, little mouse. Let us know when and where we can see you again. 😉

You start to type, then erase the message three times, unsure of how desperate you want to sound. 

Then you decide, fuck it. It’s obvious they want you just as much as you want them, so who cares if you sound desperate? 

So, you keep it short and sweet.

Whenever and wherever you want. Duh.

Net tags: @kflixnet @kbookshelf

I’ve wanted to write a Mingyu/Jungkook threesome since they did that live together that one time. And then the 3D challenge happened and my brain said NOWNOWNOW so here we are!

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[yandere-sins]

I'm not sure how thirsty our thirsts are allowed to be but I just stumbled upon your ghost oc from the halloween thingy while searching ghost from cod and WHAT?!?!?!?! Listen....all I'm going to say is 💦💦💦💦🥵🥵🥵 that is literally the best smut I've ever read in my ENTIRE life and I've been reading smut since about the 2000s. Would you be interested in continuing that piece or for writing an additional part? Maybe when they come to the apartment for the exorcism, they try 'channeling' or calling to the ghost to come, but he's fucking reader the entire time right infront of the roomate and officiate? My brain is thinking it would be so sexy if there was a glitch and he was visible for half a second but that can't be right....right? Why else would your roommates see a tall, sexy man taking you from behind at such a time? Must be a trick of the light! I love the perspective you write in and how even though this very supernatural sex scene was happening, you didn't describe it in a confusing or overly complex way. Your way of describing things, especially naughty things just hit different. It was extremely enjoyable! And so freaking hot!!!!! Seriously, there isn't a lot of content out like that so you're literally an angel for providing us with that haha. Going to give myself an anon name here, is 👻 available? Ahem, no reason why I chose that emoji hehe

Aww, I'm so glad you enjoyed it! It was a lot of fun to write :D Not sure I am always as clear when describing smth, but I'm doing my best! Thansk for you sweet ask and nice request, I hope you enjoy this story as well! ♥

Disclaimer: I don't speak latin. I google translatored this. Warning: Yandere, Heavy Sexual Content, Biting

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"Dele omne mal-- ah--!"

"Malum, Baby. If you want to erase all evil, you gotta say your words right~"

It was hard enough to read the little pamphlet in your hands with your body shaking like crazy, thanks to the thick cock plowing into you with every word you were saying. You could have really forgone the condescending nitpicking of the ghost you were trying to exorcise, but you weren't that lucky.

"Malum," Eli whispered, leaning over to you and raising an eyebrow you could see even in the sparse flickering of the candles around you. They couldn't ask, not wanting to disturb the ritual you three had initiated. Still, their gaze alone silently questioned your inability to perform your part properly, even more shame washing over you.

"M-Malum," you finally finished your sentence, giving them an apologetic glance before lowering your head to avoid any more eye contact. You wanted them to notice this bastard of a ghost as soon as possible so they'd believe you, but at the same time, you were too embarrassed to be caught by them like this.

Aside from Eli, another person had joined you in this strange rite meant to banish the evil from your apartment. A guy named Brian, who seemed to really believe in this stuff despite being unable to see the ghost haunting you either. You had held your breath when you entered the apartment together with him, wondering what his reaction would be to seeing the spirit clinging onto you almost instantly, rubbing his cock against your ass and whispering lewd nothings into your ear.

But Brian made a grand show of convincing Eli that the apartment had bad 'juju', and needed cleansing immediately, which, strangely, your roommate believed him without any doubts. It only gave the ghost another chance to taunt you as he revealed that Brian was no more sensitive to the supernatural than Eli was, there being no escape from your unwanted roommate.

Now, you three knelt around a drawn-up pentagram on the floor of your room, the epicenter of paranormal activities how Brian explained, and between the fog of incense, the dim candle lights, and your nightmarish lover slipping in and out of your wet cunt, you could barely think even one cohesive thought.

It wasn't that you actually enjoyed being exposed to other people, the tension doing nothing for your pleasure other than making you squeeze the ghost cock tighter whenever it was your turn to speak. It wasn't a comfortable environment in any way. But something had changed. The ghost had changed.

You hadn't noticed it this morning at the breakfast table, nor when he bent you over the counter, feeling too worn out and fucked loose to actually feel the difference. But he had grown. After a few hours of staying away, you finally noticed the change in girth of his ever-so-eager cock. It was thick and bulging, especially when he pressed it to your sensitive cunt. It had made you gasp and tremble the first time it entered you, painfully spreading your walls, and even now, you could barely produce enough slickness to have it rammed into you comfortably.

Despite this, juices were flowing out of you, pooling on the floor beneath your gaping pussy as the ghost kept spreading and demanding deeper and deeper access. You blamed the incense for getting to your head, making you feel all aroused as you clenched around the suddenly bumpy and pleasurable grip his cock had. "Just like this, Babe. Fuck, you're so unbearably tight," the ghost groaned, burying his face in your shoulder as you unwillingly shuddered, your walls holding on to his length as it twitched inside you, the bumps and ridges covering his cock, stimulating your soft flesh.

You were going to cum. There was no denying it. In front of Eli and Brian, no less. 

"Now, let's hold hands, so we ask the ghost to pass over to the other side and leave this apartment peacefully."

A hand on each side of you was held out, and forcing yourself to take them, you couldn't help squeezing them tightly, earning a rather displeased look from both before Brian cleared his throat, continuing.

"I'll pass over, all right," the ghost mumbled, his pace picking up, cock twitching while he picked up the speed. You prayed to any god that could hear you that the others wouldn't notice your shaking and rapidly building orgasm. Your breath was hitching, pussy tingling delightfully as you closed in on violent spasms. 

"You feel so fucking heavenly~ I might die all over again. And I'll pass all my jizz right here."

And with that, you felt his tip kiss your cervix, your pussy spread to the max as the ghost stopped his movement, arms wrapped around you as he pressed you against his body, squeezing the air out of your lungs as if he wanted to take you with him to the afterlife. Your body had no choice but to accept his cock, wrapping around him and having him brutally stimulate all the sensitive spots inside you while you could barely hold on to reality.

Brian said some incomprehensible words, the rumbling of thunder suddenly scaring all three of you to the bone, making you jump. That little movement was enough to send you over the edge, the ghost pulling you back as you slid off his cock a little, his tip ramming into your cervix. It released all the pent-up pain and pleasure inside you first before soothing the burning heat of desire inside you with cold, dead spunk shooting up into your womb.

You were shaking harder than ever as lightning lit up the room, followed by another bellowing thunder. Brian gasped, his eyes widening as he stared at something behind your shoulder, the ghost letting out a husky laugh as he let his long tongue slip from his lips, dragging it over your ear before wrapping it around your throat once completely. "Mine," he growled, the tip of his tongue caressing your cheek, searching for your lips to dig in, and Brian let go of your hand, unable to get away fast enough as he let out a scream, stumbling to his feet and out of the door, leaving everything, even the things he lent you guys for the ritual, behind.

"What's up with him?" Eli asked, totally confused as they looked after Brian, surprised by the sudden freak-out. "What the fuck is going on? Why is he-- hey? Hey, what's wrong?"

Shocked, they noticed your unnatural hunched-over body, hanging only in the arms of the ghost that they couldn't see. Eli touched your shoulder, only to get shocked by electricity you could only guess came from the ghost. "It's over," you mumbled, feeling spit drool out of your mouth, your throat too restricted by the ghost's tongue to swallow. "Finally over."

"Never, Darling. We're only beginning," the ghost chuckled. "Tell them to leave."

"You can go, Eli," you slurred, letting your body fall back against the ghost's chest. Your eyes were hazy with the brutal orgasm you still felt shaking in every bone of yours. Gaze unfocused as you tried to direct it at Eli. The cock was still buried inside you, emptied yet hard and solid as if it manifested. Juices began to drip out, and had Eli looked at where the Ghost bundled up the black robe Brian made you wear in his grip, they would have seen the pool of indecency collecting on the floor between your wide-spread legs. 

"Are you sure? You seem... weird. Are you really okay? Should I call an ambulance? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No!" the ghost screamed, followed by the loud crashing of thunder as he grew bolder with every orgasm he could steal from you. He no longer lived to tease and bother you. He was finally evolving into an even worse spirit than before. Possessive. Starving. Greedy. Only you could hear him, and you shook your head in pain, exhausted.

"It's fine! Just... Just go. Please..."

"Err... okay?" Eli definitely wasn't considering hurrying up as they collected the few things Brian allowed them to take with her into the ritual, like their phone. But eventually, they stepped out of the door, closing it while watching you warily. "Let me know if you need something, okay?"

And with that, the lock finally snapped into the frame, and you breathed a sigh of relief as the ghost lowered you gently onto the floor, laying you down on top of the pentagram. "You're not going anywhere. And you can't get rid of me, do you understand now?"

"Please..." you mumbled, covering your face with your arms. You felt weak, used, and disgusted. So many bad things had happened in the last few days, and you were exhausted. Nothing you did made it better, and you were running out of ideas. It made you feel exposed and vulnerable, you even felt...

"I'm scared..."

Tears welled up in your eyes. A reaction you never wanted to show him, knowing the ghost would take every chance to belittle you. However, to your surprise, he leaned over you, licking and kissing the tears away gently, softly, a purr escaping his throat.

"It's okay, Sweetling. No one's going to take you from me. I'll satisfy all your desires and perform all these sinful things you'll come to wish from me as you fall from your graces. You are bound to me, and I am to you, and we'll grow stronger together until we can leave this place. We'll cause havoc and chaos wherever we go until we're strong enough to even wreck hell. I need you. You need me."

Pressing his body between your legs, you could feel his hard cock rub all over your cunt, now even teasing your clit. You mewled, head falling back as he pressed it painfully close, your pussy suddenly aching to be filled by his thickness while his lips trailed down your body, licking the sensitive spot between shoulder and neck before replacing it with his teeth.

His tip prodded against your entrance, and your cunt gave him little resistance as he pushed it in slowly, fangs sinking into your flesh at the same time. The ghost pinned you down by your hands, and with his weight, your whole body trembled so hard as if you were going to explode while you gurgled from the pain and pleasure. You were so out of it, you didn't even notice the pentagram beginning to glow beneath you as your blood spilled from the bite, some lucky drops dripping to the floor while the ghost licked up everything else.

"My queen, my life," he mumbled against your body, and you could feel his lips curl into a mischievous grin. "My pretty little fucktoy."

A burning sensations spread all over your back, making you gasp. Even more tears leaked from your eyes, but at the same time, you arched your back, the ghost's cock slipping inside you completely, turning the pain into pleasure.

"We're bound now," the ghost groaned loudly, lifting himself from you, and you felt his cock twitch inside as if he was ready to spill again.

Looking up at the ghost through teary eyes, you couldn't believe what you saw, his translucent skin slowly turning black and solid. You were horrified to see the burning mark of a pentagram go up in flames on his chest as his body solidified, great satisfaction brimming from demonic eyes.

"Finally, we're bound to each other. And with this new body of mine, nothing can stop us."

His touch had always been real, but the leathery feel of his hands wrapping around your throat was different. Frightening. You gasped and gurgled as he pulled you on his lap, now the one to kneel on the ground as he impaled you on his cock, one hand falling to your ass so he could move you up and down his shaft. "You're going to make such a beautiful pet for your future king of hell. I have to thank you for giving me enough strength to recover my true form. And I know just what to do to reward you."

Hugging you to his chest, you were pressed into the burning pentagram. The flames licked at you, lapping at you like an excited dog but didn't burn your skin where they touched. They were warm and comforting, engulfing you in an unlikely sweet embrace. All while more warmth spread through you like wildfire. Your back felt like it was burning up the same as his chest was, bigger and hotter with every toe-curling, scream-enticing plunge on his thick, slick cock.

"Birth my army as well, Human. Let's rain down disaster on this planet, and I promise you will never lack anything in life ever again."

You didn't care anymore.

Your tongue was hanging out of your mouth as your brain got shredded by otherworldly pleasure. Flames had spread everywhere, playing with your clit and nipples like eager appendages, teasing and lighting you on fire, even licking at your butt, waiting for a chance to enter you alongside their master. You could hear the wailing voices straight from hell as your ghost—demon?—grunted like a boar in heat while plowing into you mindlessly, satisfying his lust and need for your life force. You felt your life drain from you just as a new life built in you, strengthening you. Against your will, he was transforming you into something you didn't want to be. Something like him. A being that could weather all his desires and wishes. That would be just as depraved and selfish as he was, with a mind too broken to refuse him.

His queen. His life source.

His pretty little fuck toy.

His.

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[onyourhyuck]

One Thousand Desires. | L.HC (M)

prologue- “Sell your soul to me darling.” + “I can give you anything and everything you want, you just have to say the words.”

summary: there is a saying that you shouldn’t be walking the streets late at night on Halloween because a demon can latch itself on to you. But surely that’s just a myth, y/n believes. She is fearless and never gets scared. Until she meets a demonic entity in her house.

tw- demon fantasy romance. demon!haechan. smut. romance. fluff. enemies to lovers type of thing. dark content and language. blood mention. death mention. horror elements. graphic detail. erm yh read at your own warning. Unprotected. Boob play. Biblical themes.

notes- 😫 Kinktober fanfic!

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You stand still in front of your locked door, a fall of your sweat hits the ground and as did your legs giving up, you’re on the floor of your apartment. Pupils shrieking in multiple sizes from small to large, reflecting upon the terrifying red glowing ominous eyes right at you,

As if it was waiting for your move to make theirs. Starting to feel self conscious of everything your body did, the heart beating fast made your brain paranoid, your lungs suffocating with lack of oxygen as your anxiety took over with the massive amount of adrenaline in your veins.

The way this situation made no sense. You came back home alone, yet there stands a black floating figure with a large cloak covering its face. Long limbs latching forward crawling to just take a nip at you. The only thing you could see on the creature was their large dangerous eyes, watching you intensely.

Y/n’s nose becomes short ragged as your lips quaver open silently without a tone escaping, your nostrils flaring in adenoidal; speaking through your sounds out of the nostrils.

“What the hell are you…” You whisper, though it came out as almost silent air, the creature heard you crystal clear like a transparent gas in the air.

He cackles amused, stepping forward leisurely as he looks around the hallway where family portraits and photos, sometimes painting you’d hung up too, start to fall and shake down as if it was vibrating through him. The glass shatters causing you to flinch on the ground, crawling backwards immediately when he stops seeing you look so panicked.

“I am the genie.” He dramatically slurs. The massive cloak floating body of its crouched down to the perfect eye level, but he was still looking at you from above where you had to force yourself to look up at him. Like a sinner.

He sighs at your silence. “No scream? No words? Cat got your tongue?”

He questions, wondering if perhaps you were far too shocked to the point loss of words. Little did he know you were so terrified that perhaps you wished this was a dream that ended this instant. Never in your life have you experienced fear until now. This foreign feeling was both addicting with adrenaline as you felt like you were floating in between clouds, but at the same time you knew once this dangerous thrilling hormone in your body dies down.

You’re going to feel like the shittiest human on earth. You will live in denial, or, perhaps you’ll live in fear constantly as well paranoia.

You shake your head breathing heavily with pants. “This can’t be real. This is a dream. What the fuck is a genie.” You exclaim at once, explosively.

“I thought you’d never ask.” The deep mannerism voice said, would he take off the cloak to surpass the intense curiosity that gains your attention on the go.

Everyone would be just like you, expecting a deadly monster of some sort, like an abomination that was out of movies. A mutant with weird deforming facial structure, maybe something out of resident evil too. Green skin, or black skin representing the darkness. A high abnormal height like of creepypasta characters. No hair. Striking giant eyeballs ready to control you. And finally, a large carved deadly smile with cunning fangs to gnaw you to shreds, eat you alive, kill you, end your life within a minute or a second. But no. You were only answered with million other questions endlessly piling up when you saw the complete opposite of what you’d imagine the creature before you looks like, which ultimately makes you believe that you might be in fact dreaming but the more you pinch yourself it proven you to be wrong. This was in fact, all reality.

In front of you stands the most beautiful man you have ever laid your eyes on. Honey-like bronze skin melting like syrup, smooth as wood when sandpapered, his heart shaped jawline and mouth were this red apple colour, glossing brightly with dewiness as if he were a painting canvas. The way he had thick black hair , stylised in a mullet with mini curls peeking out; the creature looking so humanised, looks at you with a daunting expression and a smug-smirk, he saw the way your eyes light up in surprise and shock, soon sparkling stars enlighten. He knew himself he was out of this world.

But seeing the reactions of someone else never fails to boost his egotistical heart to beat alive once again.

“I am genie. The demon who will grant you thousands desires.”

The man bows his head as he stands up to you. He lifts himself back up awaiting your response. In which you blurt out,

“I thought genie was…meant to be in a lamp.” You carefully troath, the man let’s out a disappointing head shake and a compliant. Of course he was expecting a mortal to compare him to a fictional character that stole his title!

It hurt his pride and more or else, he would have to say he’s more handsome than a blue floating man from Egypt or whatever.

“How dare you compare me to that stupid fraud.” He coils, offering you an offended expression where he knits eyebrows together,

Glaring at you. Y/n puts her hands up in apologetically manner.

“What do you want from me.” You told and he scoffs turning away from you. The man walks around the house as freely as he wishes, making it his comfort in it. You felt outcasted in your own home, despite it being your property it was as if the foreign demonic entity was marking this place as his own.

The way your words lap to his direction makes him chuckle mentally, humans are always so scared and fragile. Anything to do with death becomes so unknown to them, scarring them from their own life. The genie could grant you immortality if you wish. He can grant anyone anything. All the man is, he is a preacher for the selfish. He hunts whoever feeds on greed and therefore in return he takes their soul. Call him a villain in this story, you wouldn’t be wrong but you wouldn’t be right either. If this was a movie set up, the man would be an morally grey character. He does no heroic actions nor does do any evil. Unless there is something in for him.

In the end his story is bitter and god has punished him. He once was just like you, like any other mortal residing on this forsaken realm. He went by the name Lee Donghyuck, a nickname substituting to Haechan for close friends. He was a rich son born to a wealthy man durning the 1600s. Though born with a silver spoon in his mouth only intensified his selfish greed that cost people lives upon lives. He was a murderer. He was the result of the seven deadly sins, greed. He broke religious commandments without a thought twice. Hence in the end when his life came to a sore bitter stop, god has made him a demon. There was no way the man up there was letting him off that easy with a first class ticket to hell. Where all the problems he has caused on earth has deputised chaos, the price became himself.

Now he has to hunt people. Lure them with an exquisiteness charm. Conning humans to sell their souls to him. If he fails to get them a day, God made sure to make it clear that he shall perish into ashes.

Donghyuck turns on the heels of his black leather boats, swiftly shifting his back away where he faces you, sending a carving charming grin at your helpless soft innocent looking face.

“Sell your soul to me darling.” He advised, not like you had a choice. donghyuck is a man of his words and when he wants something; he will get it, no matter what.

Though the maddening words sent the outmost terrifying terror in your body, your heart was surprisingly the most calm organ in your system. The lungs felt like a large concrete wall was pushing in and in, hiding out the leftover oxygen, in returning making your chest tighten and you, unable to breathe in air through your lungs because of how anxious you are.

Running adrenaline was not enough to keep you numb. You need something more to make you calm. The handsome entity saw the way your twisted expression flashes in a second, the moment he approaches you again by walking forward to come closer.

“Why. Why me.” You blabber out. Head shaking in frustrated dwelling. Why did it have to be you? Why did he pick you?

There was a reason of why he chose you out of anyone else. Donghyuck found you to be the most qualified and entertaining mortal , to the point he wants you to sell your soul willingly. Sure, he’s collected thousands upon thousands of souls from human to human differing from one another; but they don’t quite hit the same as you. He observed you for a few days, learned your weaknesses and strengths. Hell he even caught you doing your private showering to your late night fling sex. You’re a strong individual. One to never show fear. One to fight for what she believes and the one for taking control. He’d like to think you’re scared to be vulnerable as you cannot stand a situation going out of your hands. For example like this situation currently. You’re left hyperventilating because this scares you to be exposed to something foreign.

But not to worry. Donghyuck can give you anything and everything, you just have to make up your mind and say something. The man kneels down on his knees, his back arching forward to lean close to your beautiful scarce face. Donghyuck gently strokes your face with his hands, the tension from your soft smooth and clear face sent him into havens he’s never been to before. Such a beautiful damsel you are but at the same time not very damsel either. The way his hand effects you, rose him with arousal of excitement.

Breathe hitches loudly, the corner of your eyes staring down at the pretty sun kissed hands holding your cheek sliding down to the very edge of your jawline, Lifting you to look up at him directly.

“You fascinate me Y/n. You’re so different from the mortals that all act the same, wish for the same things, hell, it’s as if I’ve been meeting the same person for decades.”

He whispers now, transmitting all emotions in his voice that strike you to be so humane. Donghyuck looks like you, a person, but the image of him at the beginning standing in your hallway so creepily sends shivers down your spine. He’s dangerous. But little by little you’re starting to fall just a bit.

“I can give you anything and everything you want, you just have to say the words.” He tells Y/n who stared at him with wide shrieking pupils. He put a spell on you, metaphorically, you felt your head spinning.

He wonders, what do you desire? You don’t show any impulse for money. You don’t seek revenge in your large beautiful heart and you definitely do not look for immortality. So what could you possibly desire subconsciously and openly in your body, heart, mind and soul? It leaves him on a toll of overthinking thoughts, he cannot figure you out. This is what he meant by different.

You’re just one of the few mortals (though he’d have to say one of its kind) that does not want anything. You’re selfless. Something he never was in his past lives, current life and even as a demonic being. He admires you for your holy trait.

God will definitely have a first class to heaven for you. You aren’t falling so deep in his charming words that are as devilish as they sound in the Bible. He was the snake and his words were a sweet longing red apple waiting to be bitten. You were the humanity on line that did not take a bite. You were cautious and paranoid.

Y/n thickly gulps, finally getting caught in a conflict of the emphasis of ‘everything and anything’. The way your body reacts without filter, you knew that the demonic being in front of you holding you so dear, was now preparing for your answer. You close your eyes tightening your thighs together as you lean with your eyes closed.

“I…”

He heard you pause abruptly. The beautiful man in front of you was fooling you so deeply into an endless pool of sinful thoughts. God, you prayed in your head to forgive you for what you’re thinking and for what you’re considering to do.

Selling your soul? You happen to ask yourself if it is worth the effort and price to sell yourself to a man so enthral, for what you’re desiring is a job no one could do.

You’re a lustful young woman who hit her twenty’s not too long ago. You’re not that experienced. In fact you only recently lost your virginity to some bum of a man at a party,

You blame the alcohol for its doing because if you knew who you slept with you’d reconsider the man immediately.

But yes your first time wasn’t the most proudest and it definitely was a shit experience. You’ve never been left satisfied enough and you didn’t have your first orgasm either. Now that there stands before you a demon with such sex appeal, you can’t help but let your mind run laps and the idea could only get you wetter and wetter.

“There is no need to be shy. I will give you everything you wish for.” The demon reassures and pulls his hand away. You inhale deeply.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Y/n finally let’s out the words she so wanted to speak for so long, with a long ragged breathing, the demon faces her with a chilling dark expression that screams to you ‘with pleasure.’ He was just as glad to hear such an intimate activity. It could only put the innocence beauty of yours to be a fraudulent disguise. It doesn’t seem like you are so…pearl and gem like golden as he thought.

You’re just as sickening and twisted as he is. “I knew i did a good job picking you…” he trails softly lifting you up by his body bridal style. He heard mini surprise noises leaving your lips. The man speedily teleports in your bedroom with you thrown on the bed. He floats lightly to the bed with him over you, as he did not waste a minute,

All you heard him whisper was a few Latin words and a click to the fingers. You become nude and exposed so easily. A shivering cold air hit the skin, goosebumps hovering on you. Donghyuck licks the bottom lip eyeing you up and down, like you were for his eyes only to see. His soul. His human.

No one else’s.

“Would you rather prefer my demonic form or my human form?” He casually asked as he took off the dark grim cloak, exposing the white fancy-looking shirt that came off instantly to reveal the chiselled body of his, glowing brown skin eking to be marked by you. You weren’t focused on yourself to realise that unknowingly you grind on his cloth thighs, repeatedly humping it dry. You moan.

Donghyuck holds down the hips flat on the bed, pushing your body with it. He smirks seeing how frustrated you are, the more reactive you get the more he felt the sexual tension built. Lord have mercy on your soul, you’re not so bright afterall.

“Human. Keep the human form, please.” You tell desperately, closing your eyes shut and reopening them to see Donghyuck licking the inner thighs, soft bites to the canine teeth made, he found the places on your body that you never knew about would make you so sensitive and weak to the knees. The inner thighs mark where he bit down, spilling small scabs of blood in his mouth, traces his tongue up your legs to the round curve hips. Above your abdomen he rests, kissing it.

Lips were so deadly as your body jolts at it. The new feeling of warm mouth placing wet kisses, up from the stomach rural area until he reaches the exposed chest. In goes your right tit first, circled by the hungry tongue and a soft punch by the canine teeth leaving you to shout with pleasurable vocals; a few wet kisses once again when he pulls off the chest, he comes forward to your neck that made you become so ragged with oxygen. The same suffocating sensation from earlier except, this time, you were enjoying the way he made you run out of breath by simply teasing and putting on a minor foreplay.

You never felt such compatibility with anyone before except him and he wasn’t a human. You ache for him more and more he kept you waiting but despite the way he needs you to sell your soul as desperately too, he wasn’t in such hurry as you were.

“God, don’t keep me waiting please.” Y/n pleads like there was no tomorrow. Your voice echoes in the man’s ears like music, he darkly laughs sadistically. “Darling there is no god involved here. Only the devil.” —

“But don’t worry my soul. I’ll make this the most unforgettable everlasting pleasure to quench that lustful body of yours.” He continues to trace as the did his fingers now connect to your swollen clit gushing for a release for a lifetime, hands were as warm as the sun itself; scorching your skin with such impact you will never forget in your memory. Rubbing freely with a flick to his wrists left your wet velvety walls reopen and spill with an instant orgasm. He sat in awe watching it from the get go, becoming more and more invested in making you do it again from the beginning; and he did . Each thrust of his fingers, whether he would penetrate with his fingers to your another orgasm, or if he was simply abusing your clit again to get out that wet action in front of him, it didn’t leave you stopping with disappointment. It left you stunned with you seeing stars.

You never knew you could come so many times. He made you come for the tenth time. By the time the two finished on the tenth orgasm incoming her sensitive body, the man was ready to witness the dazedly pupils rolling on the room unable to focus on him, and as did her thighs pressing together. He rubs the entire pussy in his hands as he lets go, his mouth welcomes the fingers coating with the woman’s bodily liquid. He hums satisfied, making a large ‘pop’ by pulling his fingers from his mouth once he licked them clean, not wasting any of your come.

“You taste sweet.” He boosts causing you to go feverishly red as you cover your face, biting the bottom lip in a hurry.

“Fuck. I never came that hard in my life before.” You pant. Donghyuck begins to brag to y/n, as if he took a remarkable achievement out of this. Out of you. “Of course you didn’t. Those mortals can’t satisfy your needs can they, my darling y/n?” He chides as you felt your skin prickle at the tone.

It bothers you how he’s right. No one could compare to the devil himself. You’re afraid this one lasting moment will leave you blue balled for the rest of your life until you have your judgement day. The devil himself huffs watching you stay silent, in which he took to an offence as he grabs forward your neck lifting you by only one percentage of his strength.

He stared into your lustful longing eyes, longing so deeply for him and only him; it made Donghyuck feel so good and validated to have as someone obsessed as you wanting to attain him, to rail you until you’re crying tears and it doesn’t bother him or you.

“You can admit it. Tell me how no one else can satisfy you like i do.”

He deepens, watching your mouth slip open.

“We just gotten started. I can’t answer that without evidence.” You murmur though it all came down to your plan of teasing the entity in which you will soon realise you shouldn’t of done that; but did you regret it in the future? Absolutely not. The way your ignorant words shot him and his damn ego, clenching his jaw at you, he smirks balling the tongue at the corner of his cheek. He drops you down on the bed where he stands up.

The man walks over to the end frame of the bed. With a grab to your first, out of thin air he teleports a pair of handcuffs in the same palm; attaching your left wrist to the bed frame and so did he with your right wrist to the bedroom frame too.

He looks at you with a proud expression that left you far more exposed again, wide legs open as your arms were tugging on the metallic objects resisting you from moving. He gals at you like black petrol dangerously surrounding you at a pool helplessly.

“I will make you eat your words.” He bleats.

With y/n’s hands restrained above the bed structured frame, spread and ready to take the lengthy cock belonging to the one and only devil, you came to a realisation quickly once the burning pain stretches with sheer girth out the velvety slimy walls. Thank god he made you come so many times otherwise you would’ve struggled much more, a mere tip had you gripping nothing but air . Digging own fingertips in your skin to the point of scrapping it with blood. Himself, Donghyuck couldn’t help but let out a satisfying hum run out his open mouth gaping down as he watches himself bulk in your body like it was made for him. The way he saw a shadow of his cock buried deep in you just on your stomach, made his eyes roll backwards in his head. You bite down on your lip, eyeing him up and down, he looks back at you with a reflective expression.

For a moment. Y/n swore she saw a flash of emotions run on Donghyuck’s face, making her heart skip a beat when the man’s face crashed forward. Whispering a string of praises.

“Hell’s sake, you’re made to take my cock my beautiful soul. You’re doing so well.” He beams watching you take every inch inside. As you should be.

You whine leaning back on the pillows. “More. Please more. I want you to move.”

He grins at the way you’re pleading a list of desires straightforwardly, all because of getting dick tonight, in a way this was possibly the most fun desire he has committed and probably the most intimate. Never in his lifetime (that he’s lived in so far) would he thought he’s involving himself in a situation with a mortal involving sex. It would be a lie to say, he isn’t enjoying it because he very much is enjoying it way more than he thought he would.

“I’m going to indulge a little bit then.” He tells you obediently doing as you told him to. Who was he to say no to you when you’re out here commanding so passionately?

Rocking the hips inwards with ramming motions flicking the air side to side with every thrust going inside you, pushing in more inches of his cock, your body reacts by jolting upwards at the first sensation of almost resembling ripping in half. The more pain the more addictive the pleasure came later, quick overtaking your radioactive brain on focus mode; your mouth drops open, as did your eyes wide as day seeing heaven in on your bedroom ceiling. You pray the lord himself isn’t watching you from above the holy gates, so he couldn’t see how slut out you are for the inhuman entity in front of you, rambling on such cursing words that would entice anyone on. You confess in your head, mentally prepping yourself to seek forgiveness afterwards. But would you want to seek forgiveness when you have this deep feeling in the deep darkness pits of your stomach that you’re most likely going to repeat this situation again… or perhaps even long and pray for Donghyuck again.

Every little movement meant so much to you, you felt everything ten times thousandth fold. The senses heighten and you weren’t sure if it was because of how good Donghyuck is railing your body like there will be no tomorrow for you to see daylight, as if he was planning to ruin you completely, like you were god’s most favourite human in this realm and he was messing you up to be corrupted so he can laugh at the man’s face for taking something so valuable. In other words, he wasn’t leaving until he makes you physically unable to walk again.

In the missionary position with a final thrust forward he stops, suddenly causing you to reopen your eyes to look right at him. The man lifts both of your legs up, folding them in half towards his chest where he brings himself up just a bit, resting above you. Somehow in this position it felt more feral, he felt more animalistic, because this way you felt him press on an area inside you that he didn’t quite hit in the previous position. You gasp once the rough fisting tip of his cock jabs forward repeatedly, making your body squirm.

Million electrical charges run on your bed. Donghyuck has pressed your head down on the pillow, as he continues to fuck into you his large springs of come, painting the inside of your womb white like it were snowing. You grasp palms tightly as you fidget on the metallic handcuffs on the bed frame, small blood running out of your palm as you were scratching and pinching it from the amount of pleasure he was giving you at once, without a merciful thought to you.

He didn’t spare you any kindness and why would he? The man looks down at you with sweaty bangs, a lustful red-eyes glowing right at you, those same dangerous horrific eyes that will give you hauntingly nightmares every night forever . The devil watches how your chest pumps for oxygen, he can hear the raging heartbeat going haywire and he loves it. Donghyuck darkly watching you like you were one of his victims he has killed before.

You’re just like the rest of them. One of the thousands mortals that sold their soul to him for something in return. But he has One Thousand Desires waiting just for you.

No one else can have them only you…

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When A Stranger Knocks At Your Door… (MDNI +18)

“Doctor”Emnu x Virgin!NurseNun!Reader

Summary: It’s the night of halloween in your little town and everyone is aware of the rule to stay indoors during demon hours. But when a mysterious doctor arrives to your nunnery looking to assist you with the ill patients, how could you possibly refuse?

DISCLAIMER: THE IMAGES HERE ARE NOT MINE! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES AND IF YOU KNOW THE ARTIST PLS PROVIDE TO ME SO I CAN CREDIT. credits: (above) bottom left image, (below first within story) image

Word Count: 8.0k+

A/N: this is a work of fiction and purely fantasy. real non con is absolutely pure evil. Anyway, i think Enmu is pretty and so underrated. I wish he had more screen time. Ah well, I love writing for underrated characters so here it is. This is a PWP fic with a twist and it will be based in a made up modern town named Wakimashi where it is multiracial with mostly Japanese cultural influence to somewhat remain true to the lore. Some lines for Enmu come directly from the show with some renditions. The images i use are a mix of screen caps from the show and artwork created by some really talented artists who’s work motivated me into creating this. I had some images to pair with the story but tumblr wont show my story in the tags so i guess i’ll make a separate posts with the lines in the story along with the images. I love the dynamic of demon x religious!reader so i did it here. It’s loosely based knowledge on nurse nuns. Please enjoy and thank you for reading!

TW Warnings/Tags: NON CON, DUB CON, violence, blasphemy, some hinted!Rengoku x Reader, religious imagery and undertones, Master kink, reader is called ‘pet’, mentions of murders and death, graphic language, blood kink, blood drinking, somnophilia, (dream) self harm, loss of virginity, tentacle sex, face fucking, oral (m & f receiving), dacryphilia, p in v (unprotected), anal play/anal sex, scratching, biting, creampie, cumflation, hairpulling, sub/dom dynamics, delayed orgasm/orgasm denial, squirting, nipple play, enmu’s BIG dick, monsterfucking, yandere!enmu, enmu’s hand, sex positions (the lazy doggystyle, spooning position, riding), somewhat fluffy towards the end, dilemma/cliffhanger ending

Halloween, it was once called. A holiday all in good fun. Back then, no one felt the need to worry in a town where everyone knows everyone.

But things have since changed.

But things have since changed.

One night, some years ago, completely changed the meaning of this holiday for future generations to come when a mass of demons passing themselves as humans in costumes would then massacre a total of 50 townsfolk in just under an hour. The only reason there had not been more victims was because an emergency alarm sounded all over town.

The day is now known as “The Devil’s Purge” stemming from the idea that the town of Wakimashi is cursed by God or the Devil himself.

Whenever the fateful night arrives, police stations and hospitals would shut down and people would be encouraged to stay home.

Yet as a nurse, you couldn’t bring yourself to abide by those standards. Especially when there are people out there with no homes and or people in dire need of first aid. So every year, the nunnery where you reside secretly opens to the residents during these times. Food and shelter are provided to anyone who hears of the shelter discreetly through word of mouth since the authorities would shut it down if exposed.

The nunnery would work with the Hashiras, providing first aid in exchange for protection and other assistance.

This year, however, the police were adamant on people staying indoors. So with the prospective thought that the nunnery wouldn’t be expecting many patients or people seeking shelter for the night, a majority of your fellow Sisters decided to board the Mugen Train this morning to do some charity work out of town only leaving you and 1 sister to tend to the 14 refugees.

A certain blonde-headed Hashira with red flamed tips greets you at the door. His smile is big and bright as always, something you’ve always admired about him. Despite facing gruesome situations, the man remained positive. “Y/n! Happy Devil’s Purge! Are you well and prepared?”

“I’m very much so, Mr.Rengoku. I’ve prepared as much as I could. I was just in the process of shutting all the windows in the home.”

“Will you be needing my services for tonight? I can check around the property for you before I go. Or if you’d like I can send a friend of mine over here for your protection. Wouldn’t want you to be all alone in here.”

“No, no. I’ll be okay. Sister Agatha is here as well.”

“Word of advice, do not answer the door for anyone after 6 pm. You are aware that once the sun goes down, the night belongs to them.”

“Then maybe you should stay,” You blurt out, slightly blushing and embarrassed. “I don’t mean to frighten you. But…I experienced a terrible nightmare the night before. I have a scary feeling that there is a reason why the authorities are enforcing stricter lockdowns. It’s as if they’re aware of what the demons plan to do.”

“I’ve got that same feeling.” He says solemnly.

“Please stay,” You take his hands in yours, seeing him blink in surprise at your bold contact. You quickly attempt to pull them away but he holds them in place. Exhaling, you continue to plead. “I get the worrying feeling that…I won’t get to see you again. You don’t have to slay demons all night, every night. Especially not on a day like this. Please…Kyojuro.”

You really worry for him. He is the only man who you have ever known this close in familiarity as the life path you lead expresses limited contact with those of the opposite sex.

Rengoku squeezes your hand. “I can’t stay,” He whispers, leaning in enough for you to feel his breath tickling your nose. “I wish I could. But I’ve made a promise to someone in my life that I will use my strength to protect those that need to be protected. I promise I’ll be fine. So don’t you worry. We’ll meet again. Okay?”

You stare up into his eyes, nodding. “Okay.”

The two of you part and Rengoku gains his happy-go-lucky composure. “I’ve come bearing gifts before I depart,” He whistles and a young boy enters with heavy baggage. “You can set those in the kitchen, friend.”

“What’s that?” You question.

“Bentos! I purchased them from a kind older woman and her granddaughter. You have plenty in case you experience a surplus of residents before sundown.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Rengoku!” You beam.

“Please, you know to call me Kyojuro. And I’d do anything for you, Y/n.” He quickly catches himself, blushing and rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I should be heading off now. My colleague and I will be boarding the Mugen Train.”

“Is it still in service? I was told that my sisters would be boarding the last train.”

“Yes, the train’s been delayed for hours but it seems that it’s running up again. I’ll be on a train with your sisters and protect them to the best of my abilities. I’m sure there will be some demon activity during the ride so it’s good to be one step ahead of them.” He says in a boisterous, rich tone.

“I will keep you in prayer.” You smile.

“Thank you. Well, off we go then! Enjoy the Bentos! They’re delicious!” He grins, waving out. The young Hashira bows his exit then soon follows after.

Locking the door behind you and adding the chain, you continued your preparation shutting the blinds and lighting the various candles throughout the home. You made a note to yourself that once you tended to the residents, that you would go into prayer to calm your nerves.

You spot Sister Nurse, Agatha, fixing some tea and cookies on a tray in the kitchen and you quickly go in to assist.

“The guests will love your cookies, Sister. They’ve always been a fan of your baking. I am, too, of course,” You smile.

“Would you like one? They’re fresh out of the oven.” She says excitedly, handing you a chocolate chip cookie.

You take a bite, moaning at the gooey softness of the confectionery. “Perfect as always. You’ve got to give that recipe,” You noticed her carrying trays on either hand, rushing over to take one. “I’ll carry the tea tray. It looks much too heavy for you to carry this all on your own.”

“Thank you, dear Sister,” She smiles. The two of you silently head up the stairs until she breaks into the empty air. “By the way, you and Rengoku have been spending an awfully close amount of time together…has anything become of it?”

You gasp at her, nearly dropping the tray. “Certainly not, Sister. Whatever you insinuate, I want to clarify that Rengoku is a man of honor as I am a woman of Mother Mary’s holy ward. I shall remain true to my vows of purity.”

“That’s what I was worried you’d say.” She mutters to herself almost as if she’s pitying you.

“Whatever do you mean, Sister?”

“It is nothing, Sister Y/n.”

“Are you saying that you are not…a virgin?” You whisper the last part like a bad word.

“I am a born again virgin. That counts where it matters.” She says, turning up her nose.

“Why, of course. My intentions are never to judge you. I’m simply curious as you are about my status. H-have there been rumors spreading about Rengoku and I? Do the other sisters know of this?”

The two of you reach the large room for the residents. “Nevermind that now, dear Sister. We wouldn’t want our guests to hear you speak such crass things. You take one side of the room, and I, the other.”

You offer the treats, carefully adjust pillows, and give a small blessing prayer to each guest. “Shall I lead tonight's prayer, Sister Agatha?” You question.

Then, you hear a knock on the door downstairs, you, glancing at the sky through the bedroom window. It’s sundown.

“I will lead the prayer, Sister,” Agatha says. “You can go on downstairs and greet the guest in need.”

“B-but Rengoku…he said I shouldn’t answer after sundown.”

“This isn’t our first year doing this, Sister. There’s no need to be afraid. What are the odds of coming in contact with a demon here? I’ve created a ring of salt on our porch for protection. There’s no possible way a demon could set foot past it. Go on, dear child. You don’t want to keep them waiting in the dark.”

“Yes, Sister,” You bow your head before rushing down the stairs. There is another knock again as you take cautious steps towards the door. Unlocking it, you leave the chain on and open it just enough for you to peer through the small crack. “Good evening.”

“Good evening, Sister,” A man says in a syrupy smooth voice that could melt butter. “I am Dr. Enmu. A sister of yours spoke with me earlier on my way home about needing my services here. I believe you possess some sickly patients. I can assure you I’ll do all I can to help them.”

There’s a presence about him that shakes you to the core. Could he be a demon? You’ve never actually seen a demon in person but you were given details from those who’ve encountered them. He’s a little pale, sure, but he seemed human. He’s eerily beautiful as well which didn’t help his case in terms separating him from the otherworldliness.

He has the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen, his black hair was shoulder length aside from the two hanging strips that go past it, and his face was so prettily structured that his beauty was comparable to that of a woman. He looked the part of a doctor, too. A white coat, stethoscope, dress pants and all.

But there was just something about him. This whole situation is suspicious.

“I apologize…but I—“

“Sister Y/n,” Agatha scowls as she approaches you. “I asked for this man to join us this evening. He is a fine doctor and willing to provide his services with no charge. Now, would you please let him in? The storm could be approaching any minute.”

“My apologies.” You say, giving in and stepping aside to let him through.

Maybe if he were a demon, he would have attacked by now. But this man was calm, a small smile never leaving his face. And he didn’t have those distinct markings that the demons usually are said to bear.

“I’m so sorry Dr. Enmu. It appears my dear Sister here is not of sound mind tonight.” She turns her attention to you.

“It is fine, Sister Agatha,” The man says. “Please do not be so hard on the poor girl. She is just being cautious. As we should, in times like these.”

You’re left surprised in his defense of you. There’s clear amusement in the way he looks at you. Like you were some prized collectible item.

“Sister Y/n, I’ll be showing the doctor to our patients.“Why don’t you stay down here and get a quick moment’s rest. I’ll be right with you.” Agatha says to you then turns her attention to the man. “Follow me right this way, Doctor.”

Enmu looks at you one last time and you swear you saw a sinister spark in his eyes before the ascent upstairs. You tremble, wanting to shake this darkened feeling. Getting onto your knees on the carpeted living room floor, you clasp your hands together and pray. “O, Mother. I pray to thee today for your guidance and protection. The enemy is at work and—“

Another knock at the door. You don’t think you could handle another strange encounter. But this was your duty and no matter how hard your heart pounds, you needed to bring yourself out of shock to help others. You pull the door open, revealing a rain-drenched Rengoku.

“Kyojuro…what are you doing here? What happened to boarding the train?”

“I just had to see you once more. Ever since you told me that you were worried you might not see me again…it stuck with me,” His hand cups your cheek. “I want us to be together and safe.”

“R-really? But people are talking about us in town.”

“It doesn’t matter,” He smiles. “I just want you.”

He pulls you into a hug and, at first, you were shocked but you soon melt into his embrace.

“But what about my vows? Your duties? It simply would not allow us to be together.” You whisper.

He lifts your chin. “We can be together as long as we relinquish those parts of us. We could leave town and find our new home.”

You look up at him confused. Earlier, Rengoku stated he made a promise to someone he deeply cared for about protecting others as a Hashira. This is so opposite of him. “Y-you’re cold. Um, would you like some tea? We also have cookies and bentos in abundance.”

“Sounds great!”

The two of you head into the kitchen where you set two tea cups for the two of you. You pour his fill then your own, trying to breath and calm your nerves.

The two of you clasp your hands in prayer and simultaneously bless the food. “Thank you for the meal.”

You raise the teacup to your lips, spotting a reflection of yourself distressed and screaming underwater. Everything clicks.

This isn’t your reality.

In a state of shock, the tea cup slips from your fingers and the glass shatters to the ground. Dream Rengoku raises his eyes from the meal to you.

“Everything alright, Y/n?”

You hyperventilate, smacking your head on each side. “Wake up! Wake up!”

“Y/n, what are you doing?!” Dream Rengoku yells in concern.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to drown out your surroundings. “Wake up!”

—————

In real time, your body is in a sitting position on the living room couch. Everyone in the home was now currently under a deep sleep. All except Sister Agatha who now crawled and begged on her knees, pleading for mercy from the demon.

She whimpers, tears flowing down her cheeks and her face lying down on the ground in submission. “I have fed everyone the cookies baked in your blood. And the Virgin girl is still pure. The Hashira has not bedded her. I’ve confirmed. There are no signs of corruption. Please…I’ve done all you’ve asked of me. I just want to see my baby girl again. I want to hold her in my arms. Please….”

“Certainly,” Enmu smiles, crouching over her bowing frame. “You’ve done a fine job. Now sleep forever and dream of a life with your newborn child.”

Sister Agatha collapses going into a deep slumber. Enmu could just chuckle with joy. This was a lot easier than he expected. But he doesn’t expect much from humans. To him, they are all so pitiful.

Tonight Enmu plans to devour every single human in the home. Although he wishes for a taste of you, he knows he’d be better rewarded if you were given to Muzan instead. He longed to impress his master in hopes of receiving more blood and becoming stronger. Then he’d get to terrorize even more humans.

He looks down at you. You look like a sleeping beauty incarnate. It wouldn’t hurt if he played with you just a little.

Lowering himself in front of you, he circles a sharp nail around your aroused bud, poking through your thin collared top. He twists and rolls it, watching your lips part as you mumble something again and again.

He kisses your neck, feeling your heart beating in it and he all but claims you there. Remembering that his mission was to gift you to Master Munzan, he quickly lurches away from you and presses down on his growing member.

Enmu retreats upstairs to his potential victims. He’ll be dining well tonight.

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You rack your head over and over. Dream Rengoku tackles you to the ground, pinning your hands to your chest. “What is wrong with you, Y/n?”

You needed a way out but Dream Rengoku was just as strong. There was no way you could free yourself. Then, you notice the giant glass shards from the tea cup you dropped previously beside your neck.

Were you really going to go through something so dangerously foolish? Well, it is like you had a choice.

You look up at the man above you who seemed genuinely concerned. It felt so real and you could easily get lost in this mimicry.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper before grazing your neck against the sharp edges. It cuts deep, severing an artery. He watches in horror as you begin to choke on your blood and eventually succumb to the wound.

Everything fades to black.

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You gasp loudly, eyes shot open as you frantically grip at your neck and check your surroundings. You can hear the roaring of the storm outside. The setting around you no longer had the dreamy filter lenses over your eyes. Everything was cold and gloomy.

This is reality.

Standing on your feet slowly, you spot a body on the floor, nearly screaming until you slap a hand over your mouth. The demon couldn’t know you’re awake just yet. Inspecting the body, you recognized it to be your sister who’d also been slumbering away. Trying to shove her awake, you recognized that she wouldn’t budge awake this way, too far gone.

Searching for a knife in the kitchen to equip yourself, you go up the stairs. Trying to go up as quietly as possible, you remove your shoes and your nylon-covered feet muffles the creaking against the floorboards.

When you reach the top of the stairs, you notice the door to the patients’ room opened half-way. Mustering up the courage, you jump in with your knife raised only to be met with the horror before you. He was drinking the blood of one victim’s arm, straddling their body as they began to turn pale but they’re too deep in their sleep to sense any danger.

You can see that some patrons were still alive, cringing and tossing as if they’re experiencing the worst of nightmares.

You drop the knife, mouth agape as you back away. Enmu hears this, turning to you. He was in full demon form. Greenish-yellow markings lined down his cheeks, veins protruding through his near translucent skin, the lower rank one eye, as well as the black hair highlighted with red and blue tips.

“What’s this? You’re awake?” He asks, baffled but impressed. “Did I not give you a dream tailored to your desires?”

He stalks towards you and you begin to feel for the door. “W-why?”

“That look of anguish and horror on your face is exquisite,” He moans. “Maybe I do prefer that you’re awake for this. I’d love to dine on your fears.”

You let out a shuddery breath, squeezing your eyes like somehow it would rid you of him in your presence.“Mother Mary, if you hear my prayer like you’ve done before. I ask for your protection,” You gasp through tears. “Protect us, dear mother. For there is a demon before me who wishes to take the souls of your people.”

You’re just so intriguing to him that he simply lets you continue in your prayer. Most humans would run by this point but you were standing your ground, praying to a being that would not answer you.

“This being that you pray to…are they all knowing?” He covers a fist over his mouth to stifle his laughter. “Could they tell you of all the things I plan to do to you?”

“I’m not afraid.” You hiss.

“Oh, is that so? The sound of your heart pounding in your chest says otherwise.”

“I am divinely protected. Mother Mary has saved me from your magic and she will save me again. I have nothing to fear. But you do. Free everyone from the spell or you will be facing God’s wrath.”

“But why would I free them…when they are right where they want to be. Everyone wants sweet dreams, my dear pet. Your sister practically sold you to me with no resistance just for a glimpse of a good life.”

You shake your head. “I don’t believe you.”

“How do you think you ended up asleep in the first place? Those cookies weren’t just made out of bitter truths. You humans are so easily swayed by your desires. I recognized this truth when I practiced as a doctor many years ago. Humans don't care for truths. They want to hear things that will make them happy. Blissfully unaware. I’ve had chronically ill patients believing they’ll heal from their ailments. I'd encourage them that they’re cured of their illness even though it was all lies.”

“How could you do something like that?”

“Because believing in fantasy is more powerful and so exciting that it’s easy to see it as reality. They may have died thinking they were healed but they died happily! I give hope as quickly as I can take it away,” He walks over to the bedside of one patient. “This man wishes that he married the one who got away instead of who he’s married to currently. And that woman wants to be young and beautiful again. All of these people, in this room and out, have their own dreams. Dreams that can reveal all your hopes and your fears. It is the central core of all humans. And now I’ve been gifted a power bestowed upon me by my Master to manipulate those cores as I please. To have the delight of watching people as they dream peacefully before their minds shatter into the descent of darkness…it’s like a sweet nectar to me.” He in a dreamy tone, his cheeks a crimson shade of blush.

Your breathing quickens as his tongue circles around his lips to collect the blood on them. “That look of pure agony and anguish on one’s face whenever there’s that sense of danger they have no way of escaping…mmm. It’s like that look on your face now,” He’s closer than ever but as much as your body tells you to run, you knew that his inhuman speed would only give him the advantage. He presses himself against your body. “You excite me, my dear.”

You try to push him, only for him to pin your hands above your head. “Let me go.” You bite.

“Why should I? Hmm? You’ve interrupted my meal,” His teasing, soft voice morphs into a dark growl. “I should punish you for that.”

You feel an unmistakable hardness against your tummy. Your fears aroused him. Enmu could smell it on you the second he arrived. He’d left his mission for the Mugen Train figuring you were a much better catch. Indeed, you were. So much so that Enmu wanted to taste you. The pure blood of a young virgin nun. He wishes he could corrupt you for himself. Make you belong to him instead.

He brings his lips to your tear-stained cheeks, ghosting them over your skin before flicking a tongue up to lick away the salty liquid. Even your tears taste incredible!

You cringe, the scent of blood wafts your nose as he licks away. Then, he suddenly pulls back to stare angrily at you.

“Do you desire that fool?”

You stare up in confusion. “Who?”

“That Hashira,” He spits out as if it were a slur. “Is he who you wish to deflower you?”

“I would never—.”

“Liar,” Enmu hisses. “If he was not who you desired, then you wouldn’t have dreamt of him.” He pinches either side of your cheeks with his thumb and index, forcing you to purse your lips.

He continues in an increasingly dark tone.“I should be the one you lust for. I am the one who could give you all that you ever need,” He’s once again playful in his tone. “If only you’d let the dream continue a little longer, you would’ve gotten to the best part. The part where I force him to watch you take every inch of me. Your poor virgin cunt wouldn’t be able to handle it. He’d watch you stretch and bleed around me. And you’d scream and beg. Both of you, helpless because there’s nothing either of you could do to stop it. Then, I’d kill him and fuck you against his lifeless corpse.”

“No.” You whimper, weakly.

He buries his face in your neck, nuzzling his nose against the thickest vein in your neck. “You don’t have to keep up this charade of yours, Y/n. I know your body. I hear it calling. Every part of you beats for me: from the veins in your neck, the heart in your chest, to the pearl between your legs.” He attempts to cup your pussy but you clamp your thighs together.

“Don’t touch me!”

A red, fleshy entity curls itself around your neck. You begin to claw at, gasping for air. “I can touch you as I please. You’re my pet after all. I tend to make good use of you,” Feeling like you’d had enough, he loosens the grip around your neck. “Would you like to try this again?”

He scans your face and you look at him with fury in your eyes but remain still for him to proceed. His hand cups your pussy and you’re embarrassed to realize that you’re drenched. “I like these games you play, my pet; pretending as if you don’t wish me to be inside you right here, right now. In fact, should I provide you evidence?” A tentacle lift your long white skirt out of the way. Pushing past your pantyhose and panties, his thick fingers rests below your sopping folds. He runs two fingers through them until he makes it to your sticky little nub, tapping on it repeatedly. You bite your lip, feeling your knees buckle under you.

“Just as I thought,” Enmu removes his black polished hands from you, revealing their glistening wet state. You felt humiliated! He hadn’t even gone inside you yet and you’re s puddle. “Your reward, my dear pet.”

He shoves his fingers into your mouth and down your throat, making you gag around them. “Better get used to that. You’ll be taking something a lot bigger. Very soon.” He giggles softly.

Enmu grips the back of your head, forcing you down on his fingers over and over. You were drooling all over yourself, eyes watering from your gag reflex being triggered over and over.

He yanks your mouth away and you end up coughing, slobbering all over your chin as you catch your breath. “Forgive me Father God and Mother Mary,” You whine just before he slams his lips onto yours. His tongue was rather explorative as he swirled it around your mouth. The taste of salty blood on his tongue and lips were enough to make you scream.

You feel his knee apply pressure to your core as he deepens the kiss. Enmu expects you to grind yourself against him which you were adamant on not doing so. He breaks the kiss, a thick line of saliva and blood on your lips. You pray, quietly, against his lips. “Forgive me, Mother Mary, Father God.”

Again, a kiss. And you felt your resistance weaken. “Forgive me…”

Another kiss but this time he pulls away prematurely and you find yourself being the one to lean in, searching for his lips.

“Eager little thing, aren’t we?” He teases, nose rubbing against your own. “Would you like to go further?”

“N-no. I want to keep my vows, my virginity.”

“You and I both know that isn’t going to happen tonight,” He tilts your chin up. “You’ll give yourself to me no matter what your head tells you because your body knows what it craves. Look.” He brings your attention between your bodies, your hips were mindlessly rolling into his for any form of friction.

“I can give you inexplicable pleasure or speechless pain and you’d take it all like the obedient pet you are.” He smirks, pinching your cheeks. The red flesh-like tentacles slither up and coil themselves around your body and between your inner thigh until you feel the pressure of it against your clothed core.

Your eyes look up at him, pleading. “No! It’ll hurt.”

“Don’t fight it or it won’t go in easily,” He cups one breast, kneading it through your shirt while kissing your shoulder. “Your screams are what I sought after anyway. So if you wish to please me, I want to hear you.”

Enmu tears your lacy underwear from your body as if it were made of paper. Your skirt is lifted out of the way once again as the tentacle attempts to squirm its way inside you.

“Please…” You whine and thrash, feeling it trying to force itself in.

“Oh pooh,” He pouts. “I’m not breaking through. You’re simply much too tight. I just might tear you apart if I push any further. We wouldn’t want that, would we? We’ll just have to get you worked up until you're ready.”

You’re forced onto your knees, face inches away from his cock which dares to burst from his pinstriped pants. He frantically makes work of the buckles on them, wanting to feel your frightened little throat close around him.

Enmu frees his freakishly large and veiny member and it springs forward colliding on top of your face. You’d never seen a penis before but you’ve heard stories of women expressing how unappealing most looked.

Enmu’s cock was furthest from that description. Despite being pale, it was girthy and long in length with a bubblegum pink bulbous tip. The thick veins that show through them were enough to make your mouth water for a reason you weren’t sure why.

“That’s going i-inside me?”

“Precisely. But for now, we’ll make use of your pretty mouth. Stick out your tongue,” He orders. You shyly stick out a quarter of it and he huffs. Pinching the tip of your tongue between his fingers, he tugs on it to bring it out further. “There you go.” He smiles.

Tapping the heavy length on your tongue, the tip leaks with his essence and you catch the sticky liquid on your tongue. The taste of him is addicting. He rocks his hips, letting himself slide back and forth on your wet appendage before shoving himself deep into your throat without warning. You gag around him, hands on his thighs to push him off. But the tentacles that kept you pinned down along with his grip in your hair makes you swallow him down and adapt to breathing around the huge length.

The horror of it all was how much you were beginning to enjoy it. The feelings of lust he’s brought upon you are more intense than the guilt you felt. You were sure your juices were currently gushing out of you onto the wooden board.

You should feel terrible that you were doing this in a room of people who came seeking your help from the very being that claims your body and soon virginity tonight. Yet, you suck him earnestly, bobbing your head up and down as you feel your restraint and sanity continue to slip away.

“That’s a good girl,” Enmu moans, petting your head. He also notices your change in behavior. He was right all along. You would eventually give yourself to him and sadly it didn’t take long. “You look like a dream. I could get used to you like this before me.”

One of your hands leaves his thigh to slide between your legs, playing with yourself as you moan around him. The vibrations cause him to whine out.

“For servant of Catholic scripture, you’ve got quite a sinful mouth. Am I turning you into a sexual deviant?” He gets his answer when you wrap a soft hand around his base, stroking him firmly while you continue to swirl your tongue around the tip. You kept your eyes on his bright blue ones the entire time; watching as they would flutter, widen, or bore intensely into yours.

He throws his head back relishing in the way your mouth wants to savor his taste. The blush on his face creeps up and his mouth drops open as he begins to salivate in a state of bliss.

“Master?” You say, ceasing all actions and looking up at him.

His eyes snap to yours, brain short-circuiting for a moment. To think of himself as a master. Like Muzan. It was a tempting fantasy, to say the least. He already has such an obedient pet who’ll serve his needs. “Y-you mean me?”

“Yes, master,” You notice his surprise at your sudden submission, smirking to yourself as you give his tip a kitten lick. “Could you please come in my mouth? I want to taste more of it.”

“How would you like it?” He says, thumb caressing your cheek.

“Fuck my mouth. Please.” You beg, your mouth back around him.

“Such dirty words for a good girl. But I’ll give you what you need,” He growls, fingers gripping the strands of your hair to force you down on him. The sounds of your gagging echo in the room and tears begin to stream down your face. A tentacle presses against your throat, applying pressure to the print of his cock in your throat; feeding then unsheathing over and over.

“Are you ready to receive another reward, my pet?” You stare up at him with starry eyes as an answer. He moans, high-pitched and shaky as you suckle hard to drink him dry. “Oh my, I’m coming!” You dig your nails into his thigh as he does so. He shoots his warm cum into your mouth and you’re swallowing him down joyously.

He cups your face to remove your mouth, lines of saliva break off from his semi-erect cock. You hold out your tongue showing him that you’ve swallowed it all. He smiles down at you through hooded eyes, baring his sharpened teeth. Under the moonlight, shining through the window, Enmu looks absolutely ethereal. Almost God-like himself.

“You’re beautiful.” You whisper to him.

He chuckles. “I can say the same for you, little one. I’m enamored to say the least.”

You kiss his hand, nuzzling your face against it. “I desire you.”

You felt something wet brush your cheek, jolting you enough to inspect his hand which had a sentient mouth. He smirks down at you. “He likes you.”

You place a kiss on its lips lifting your shining eyes to the demon before you. “I desire every part of you.”

He lowers himself to lift you in his arms, carrying you to an empty bed in the room. Once he lays you down so that you’re seated at the edge of the bed, he gets on his knees in front of you. Enmu begins to remove your nylon stockings and skirt and you make haste with your top and bra.

You're fully naked before him and he feasts his eyes all over you. Glistening wet pussy and hardened nipples, you’re like a 5-star meal and he’s a man starved. He groans, hands sliding down your body from your neck to the valley between your breasts then to your mound.

You’re hairy, having never needed to shave because of your faith. Enmu doesn’t mind this. In fact, it turns him on so much more.

He grips the hairs on your mound, pulling them upward to open you up more and expose your swollen clitoris. He just stares at you gushing more of your juices out of you, doing nothing to relieve the ache you felt. You whine, rolling your hips for him to do something.

His free hand comes up to pinch the sensitive nub eliciting a yelp from you. “It’s better than a dream.” He sighs.

He wastes no time, burying his head between your legs. His moans are desperate against your quivering core. His sweet, seductive voice is already enough to make you wet, now added with whininess and you’re flooding tongue.

You tug at his dark hair, grinding yourself against his face. He alternates between sucking and nipping your core with his sharp teeth, looking up at you with those big bright eyes.

“Thank you, master. You make me feel so good,” You mewl. He brings his mouth up to yours, allowing you to taste yourself. You feel yourself already accustomed to the taste of blood, your tongue running along his fangs.

Circling his longest finger around your tight entrance, he forces it causing you to gasp into his mouth at the foreign feeling. “How splendid,” He says. “Could you possibly take another?” You hear the squelch when a second finger enters you, mouth dropping as he begins to pump them slowly.

“Oh, fuuuck.” You whine, capturing his lips in a desperate session of tongues and clashing teeth.

He fucks his fingers into you deeper. “Am I really all you desire? Do you still care for the Hashira?”

“N-no, I only want you.”

“What about your God?” You were getting wetter and wetter by the second, liquids splashing your inner thighs and his fingers.

“I’ve renounced it all. I belong to you.”

“Do you mean this?” He flicks two curved fingers back and forth then swirl them around, thumb toying with your throbbing clit.

“Yes, master! Yes!” You sob. “Please just fuck me. I want your cock.”

Enmu feels a sense of pride at your admittance. He climbs over your body, kissing you roughly and nipping your bottom lip. You could feel his hardening cock sliding through your folds.

“Master…I want to feel your skin on mine.” You whisper, trying to remove his jacket. He watches you, amused by your desperation to feel him against you when moments ago you were pleading for him to stay away.

He figures he should assist you since you were begging to be fucked badly, crying tears of pain from not being filled. So, he quickly discards the reminder of his clothes.

You pull him on top of you, rolling around so that you are the one straddling him. You rest your core over the large tip. “May I please have you this way, master?”

“As you wish.” He says, breathlessly.

You sink down on his length immediately, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You hyperventilate, struggling and wanting to pull away from the intense pressure only for his hands to grip your hips and slam you down fully on his length. Your clitoris, making contact with his pelvis.

“Oh, my god.” Your hand flies up to cover your mouth in shock.

“Mmm, I wish you could see how perfect you look with horror on your face. I could feel the pain coursing through your veins intensifying. Ohh, it feels so good!” He laughs manically, fucking up into your extremely wet pussy. He pounds so deep you can see him poking within your tummy.

“My precious pet. So good. So needy.” He cries. Enmu has no doubt he’s broken the barrier within you. It was like you’d both felt the metaphorical “popping” off your cherry and soon you could smell the faint scent of blood.

You bounce on his cock, fucking him back. Even as the red tendrils slithered up to pin your hands behind your back, your rhythm doesn’t falter. He pulls your head down to look where the two of you neet, his thick trunk of a cock ramming into your swollen pussy which is now coated in a mixture of your arousal and blood.

“This means I own you now.” He beams and it almost appears as if he meant it out of love.

“Thank you, Master Enmu. I’m so grateful you’ve chosen me.” You pant.

He sits up, sucking a hardened nipple into his mouth then spanks your asscheek and you moan out his name. “We make a great pair, dear. I like to inflict pain and you like receiving it like a good little whore. I almost feel terrible ever thinking of offering you.”

“I’m yours. Only yours, Enmu.” You kiss him, sucking on his tongue and bobbing your head the way you would with his cock. You release his hand collides with another of your soft, plush globes.

“You just taste so sweet,” He whispers against the valley between your breasts. “Something I never could’ve imagined.”

His nails dig into your ass, scratching and separating them. Then, you feel something wiggle in the entrance of your puckered hole. “Relax and it shouldn’t hurt too much.”

A tentacle feeds itself into your ass and you cry out, biting into his shoulder which makes him cry out in delight. He just as much liked pain inflicted upon him, too.

Your nails dig into his back as he wriggles even more of it inside of you, stretching you. You felt so full, eyes crossed as he began to fuck you in both holes. His lips purse around your pebbled nipples again and it furthers your arousal as you cream around his cock.

“You’re sooo huge!” You whine, practically drooling on him.

Enmu rams into you over and over, the tip of his cock pistons for the soft trigger within you repeatedly. He alternates the motions so that whenever his cock goes in the tentacle would go out then vice versa and sometimes they’d pound into you at the same time and rhythm.

You’ve never experienced an orgasm but you were sure this one will possibly break your mind. Yet, you still chase it. Your hand slides in between your bodies to rub yourself when another set of tentacles take your hands again and pin them behind you.

“You don’t get to cum yet. Not until I know you’ve surrendered yourself to me fully.” He drives deeper into your cunt in time with the tentacle in your ass.

“Hnnngh.” You groan, only the whites of your eyes are shown.

All movement stops and he’s pulling out of you. You whine but soon find yourself being lifted like a feather and placed on your stomach. Your face is planted into the pillow beneath you. Without much preparation, he’s pounding into you again the sounds of your ass colliding with his pelvis sounding in the room.

“Fuck! Enmu, you’re so fucking good.” You’re crying into the pillow, the squelching and shlucking noises of your pussy around him drives you to madness.

He grunts above you, indulging in your constricting walls. Enmu knew at that moment he couldn’t possibly give you away to him. Especially not after the feelings you are making him feel when he’s never been the type to care for sex this badly.

You dig your nails into his hands, the sentient mouth biting down on your fingers. Enmu’s sweaty hair falls over his face as he fucks you into the mattress with deep, long strokes. The bed creaks under you, headboard banging loudly against the wall in competition with your screams.

A tentacle tugs your hair forcing your face to the side and brings itself to your mouth to suck on. You happily suck on it and the way he’s moaning lets you know that he’s feeling it as if you were sucking his cock.

He turns you both to the side, spooning you from behind and you can tell that he’s close by frantically he’s rutting into your suctioning core. Enmu brings your leg back, hooking it around his waist so that your clit is exposed, allowing the tentacle to suction on your clitioris. The tentacle has a tongue-like appendage that laps away at the sensitive bud as well.

“I’m close. I can feel it, Master. Oh, please can I cum? I’ve been so good!”

“Once, you cum. That means I officially own you, my dear. You’ll do everything I say from now on.”

“Whatever you want, master. I’ll obey,” You bring your hand to cup the back of his neck, forcing his lips onto yours. Your tongues fighting for dominance. “I want your cum, master. Own me. Own my pussy.”

“Ohhh baby…” He moans, feeling the familiar build up.

With your face turned up, you look over your shoulder keeping your face near his face as it hovers. The two of you breathe each other’s air, swallowing down every moan and sob as you stare intensely. His hands play across your stomach then press down on the bulge and your vision goes white.

In a silent scream, you spray your juices on his cock and all over him. At that moment, he bites into your neck and the feeling intensifies. You tighten around him like a vice and he’s cumming deep into you. His essence feels hot as it rages through you, painting as deep as it could and pushing past your cervix and it fills you to the brim. You felt so full inside you were sure that his cum made your stomach bloat a little in the process.

You moan out, feeling yourself lightheaded as he drinks your blood. All you could do is grip his hair for reality and that it’ll be over soon.

You go limp when he finally releases your neck, hitting into you one last time and playing with your clit and you were coming again and hard; despite your low energy. You’re shocked by how it was possible to do so. It felt so sudden yet here you were weeping and gasping on his cock.

You’re screaming again as the tentacle has no mercy, playing with your overly sensitive clit. You can hear horrifying screams outside in the night mixing in with your blissed out ones. Your eyes searching the room as you see the patients writhe in their beds still terrorized by his spell.

“Enmu, please…set them fr—Oh goddd,” You cry out, the pleasure is too intense to even concern yourself with the horrors that surround you.

“That’s right, pet,” Enmu teases, cock wreaking through you. “Let’s compete with those screams! While they’re experiencing their nightmares, you to live out your wildest dreams. It’s exquisitely beautiful.”

“Fuuuc—Ohhhh mmuhg.”You can hardly for words, twitching against him and eyes glossed over. The neverending orgasm finally ends and you now lay boneless, officially corrupted.

He kisses your neck, chest flushed against you. You wanted to cover your ears and block out the screams but you couldn’t move. You couldn’t even bring yourself to remove his cock from inside you. It didn’t seem like he wanted to slip out of you either, curling an arm around your waist.

“You’re mine forever,” He nuzzles against you. “That is our deal until the very end.”

“Yes, Master.” You say squeezing your walls around him and earning a guttural moan from him.

“Good girl. We’ll be getting you cleaned up once you gain your movements. You’re coming back home with me.” He rubs your stomach.

“M-master…is it possible that you could free these people? No more casualties need to happen tonight. You’ve fed on me. Am I not enough? I beg you. Release them.”

He pokes your cheek, playfully. “You’re much too kind for your own good. Tell you what…I’ll free these people… in exchange for the Hashira’s blood.”

You stare up at him in horror. “No! I—“

“This should be an easy choice. Must I remind you that you are the one who said you didn’t care for him anymore? So what’ll it be, my pet?” He smiles down at you wickedly and it was at that point you’re reminded exactly why he’s considered a demon.

@whisperinghallwaysofmirrors

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[prpfs]

Craving some kind of fucked up omegaverse rps. Halloween is on the way - I'm getting in the mindset out of spite towards the heat my area is still dealing with - so I'm wanting to combine the two.

A few ideas:

- evil circus

- alpha actor/celebrity x omega stage crew

- haunted school/university or manor

- Victorian or psuedo Victorian

- supernatural apocalypse

- supernatural war/conquest

- alpha hero x omega villain

- bully alpha x defiant omega

- supernatural criminals

- alpha slasher x final girl/boy omega

- monster x human

- your ideas

Also open to omegaverse au's for dead by daylight and other horror media, just ask

I'm 21+ years old, and only rp with other 21+ year olds. He/him. I'll play any gender (primary or secondary) and will double or do multiple rps with my partner. I especially have a thing for cruel dominant characters who like to make others' lives hell and I'm good both playing as or against them. Enthusiastic about smut but welcome to actual plots as well. Mostly into m/f and m/m but will happily do f/f if you ask. I like to make friends with whoever I rp with, trade memes and songs and videos and stuff. I promise I don't bite! 💀 like this post and I'll dm you

give a like and anon will get back to you

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[agentnico]

Late Night with the Devil (2024) review

Nothing beats retro 70’s demonic haunting. It was a simpler time…

Plot: Johnny Carson rival Jack Delroy hosts a syndicated talk show ‘Night Owls’ that has long been a trusted companion to insomniacs around the country. However, ratings for the show have plummeted since the tragic death of Jack's beloved wife. Desperate to turn his fortunes around, on October 31st, 1977, Jack plans a Halloween special like no other- unaware he is about to unleash evil into the living rooms of America.

Ladies and gentlemen, please do not adjust your television sets, for there is a new found-footage horror film in town from the indy circuit, and it might just breath the right amount of fresh air into an oversaturated genre. Personally I’ve never been a major fan of found-footage. I hear folks raving about the original Blair Witch Project yet all I watched was a bunch of guys running around the woods screaming endlessly for no reason. Additionally the shaky-cam element can be so dizzying and sickly that I truly end up questioning the entertainment value of it all. There are exceptions to the rule of course. 2008’s science fiction invasion popcorn flick Cloverfield was tons of fun, as it provided a genuine experience of what it would be like if you were thrown right into the middle of monster attack in the millennial age. There are also some genuine scares and the found footage format worked really well with the film’s themes. I too enjoyed the 2020 black comedy Spree, where Joe Keery’s driver goes on a murder spree whilst constantly filming himself in hopes of becoming a viral sensation. It may not be a five-star ride, but it earns its tip for being a well crafted and inspired effort. To be fair, The Visit from M. Night Shyamalamadingdong was enjoyable piece of horror involving creepy grandparents. Okay, maybe I do enjoy found-footage flicks, but as long as they are decently made and that format style supports the narrative in a cohesive and advantageous way.

With Late Night with the Devil, ideologies of faith and the paranormal are challenged through the lens of the late-night TV format. Think how the 1976 Network analysed the corruption of the television industry, and how the camera can influence the politics and beliefs of those watching, Late Night with the Devil does the same but with the supernatural. Presented as a rediscovered master tape of a notorious Halloween late night special, it feels like we’re watching an actual talk show in real time, and the 70’s inspiration is in full display here from the grainy monitor display to the costumers to the special effects. It truly feels like we’re looking into a time capsule of the past, and that this all really happened. Again, found-footage as a filmmaking style works when it serves the purpose of the narrative, which in this case it does. It is a shame then that the movie in its finale loses the found-footage element and instead opts for the shock value by showcasing a dream-like vision of one of the characters. Granted at the time of watching the ending it did give me a “what the fuck” reaction that the movie was going for, but looking back this sequence did hinder what otherwise was a fantastic piece of creepy unique horror.

Performances across the entire cast were great and really dedicated. Wonderful to see David Dastmalchian finally get a leading role, as he’s always been a stand-out supporting performer, whether he was polka-dotting in The Suicide Squad, or stealing the comedic limelight from Paul Rudd in the Ant-Man movies, or being a haunting presence in every Denis Villeneuve epic. Dastmalchian is a true scene stealer, and at age 48 it is shocking that only now he finally gets a lead role. Regardless he is fantastic as Jack Delroy, as he balances the charming charisma of a late-night talk show host whilst also showcases the inner demons of this character, still mourning the recent death of his wife, as well as his eagerness to become relevant again after consistently losing ratings. From the quivers in his voice to the fear in his eyes, this is a really juicy showcasing role for Dastmalchian and one that is sure to be a memorable one when looking back on the actor’s rich filmography. Ingrid Torelli as Lilly the possessed survivor of a Satanic cult was truly creepy and unnerving. From her voice changes to her awkward movements, she truly felt unnatural, or dare I say supernatural, and her strangeness was at times even comical, but also really uncomfortable. Ian Bliss as Carmichael Hunt, a paranormal sceptic, too gave a powerhouse performance, delivering lines with prowess and was a truly commanding presence. Rhys Auteri rounds up the cast as Gus the announcer of Jack’s late night show, acting very befit of, say, a Higgins for Jimmy Fallon or a Guillermo for Jimmy Kimmel. He very much embraced the role as Dastmalchian’s side-kick and provided some solid light-hearted comedy to the proceedings.

Late Night with the Devil is a true delight for horror enthusiasts, with some great use of old-school practical effects evidently inspired by 1982’s The Thing, solid sound design that harkened back to that era of television, and enough unsettling moments of suspense to entertain and shock. Minus a couple of cheap electrical sparks there isn’t any CGI used which is refreshing, and overall visually the retro element was truly delightful. Again, the ending does scratch some heads, but overall this is a refreshing piece of campy horror, with a showcasing performance from Dastmalchian. In this you can truly put your faith on.

Overall score: 7/10

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[adultonlyroleplay]

Craving some kind of fucked up omegaverse rps. Halloween is on the way - I'm getting in the mindset out of spite towards the heat my area is still dealing with - so I'm wanting to combine the two. Mostly wanting oc x oc stuff rn

A few ideas:

- evil circus

- alpha actor x omega stage crew

- haunted school/university or manor

- Victorian or psuedo Victorian

- supernatural apocalypse

- supernatural war/conquest

- alpha hero x omega villain

- bully alpha x defiant omega

- supernatural criminals

- alpha slasher x final girl/boy omega

- monster x human

- your ideas

Also open to omegaverse au's for dead by daylight and other horror media, just ask

I'm 21+ years old, and only rp with other 21+ year olds. He/him. I'll play any gender (primary or secondary) and will double or do multiple rps with my partner. I especially have a thing for cruel dominant characters who like to make others' lives hell and I'm good both playing as or against them. Enthusiastic about smut but welcome to actual plots as well. Mostly into m/f and m/m but will happily do f/f if you ask. I like to make friends with whoever I rp with, trade memes and songs and videos and stuff. I promise I don't bite! like this post and I'll dm you 🎃

.

#fandomless #omegaverse #m/m #f/m #f/f #spicy #dark

[dark-roleplay-finder]

Craving some kind of fucked up omegaverse rps. Halloween is on the way - I'm getting in the mindset out of spite towards the heat my area is still dealing with - so I'm wanting to combine the two.

A few ideas:

- evil circus

- alpha actor x omega stage crew

- haunted school/university or manor

- Victorian or psuedo Victorian

- supernatural apocalypse

- supernatural war/conquest

- alpha hero x omega villain

- bully alpha x defiant omega

- supernatural criminals

- alpha slasher x final girl/boy omega

- monster x human

- your ideas

Also open to omegaverse au's for dead by daylight and other horror media, just ask

I'm 21+ years old, and only rp with other 21+ year olds. He/him. I'll play any gender (primary or secondary) and will double or do multiple rps with my partner. I especially have a thing for cruel dominant characters who like to make others' lives hell and I'm good both playing as or against them. Enthusiastic about smut but welcome to actual plots as well. Mostly into m/f and m/m but will happily do f/f if you ask. I like to make friends with whoever I rp with, trade memes and songs and videos and stuff. I promise I don't bite! 💀 🕊️ like this post and I'll dm you

Like this post and the asker will reach out!

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[findroleplay]

Craving some kind of fucked up omegaverse rps. Halloween is on the way - I'm getting in the mindset out of spite towards the heat my area is still dealing with - so I'm wanting to combine the two.

A few ideas:

- evil circus

- alpha actor x omega stage crew

- haunted school/university or manor

- Victorian or psuedo Victorian

- supernatural apocalypse

- supernatural war/conquest

- alpha hero x omega villain

- bully alpha x defiant omega

- supernatural criminals

- alpha slasher x final girl/boy omega

- monster x human

- your ideas

Also open to omegaverse au's for dead by daylight and other horror media, just ask

I'm 21+ years old, and only rp with other 21+ year olds. He/him. I'll play any gender (primary or secondary) and will double or do multiple rps with my partner. I especially have a thing for cruel dominant characters who like to make others' lives hell and I'm good both playing as or against them. Enthusiastic about smut but welcome to actual plots as well. Mostly into m/f and m/m but will happily do f/f if you ask. I like to make friends with whoever I rp with, trade memes and songs and videos and stuff. I promise I don't bite! like this post and I'll dm you

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[darkrpfinder]

Craving some kind of fucked up omegaverse rps. Halloween is on the way - I'm getting in the mindset out of spite towards the heat my area is still dealing with - so I'm wanting to combine the two.

A few ideas:

- evil circus

- alpha actor x omega stage crew

- haunted school/university or manor

- Victorian or psuedo Victorian

- supernatural apocalypse

- supernatural war/conquest

- alpha hero x omega villain

- bully alpha x defiant omega

- supernatural criminals

- alpha slasher x final girl/boy omega

- monster x human

- your ideas

Also open to omegaverse au's for dead by daylight and other horror media, just ask

I'm 21+ years old, and only rp with other 21+ year olds. He/him. I'll play any gender (primary or secondary) and will double or do multiple rps with my partner. I especially have a thing for cruel dominant characters who like to make others' lives hell and I'm good both playing as or against them. Enthusiastic about smut but welcome to actual plots as well. Mostly into m/f and m/m but will happily do f/f if you ask. I like to make friends with whoever I rp with, trade memes and songs and videos and stuff. I promise I don't bite! like this post and I'll dm you

.

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[munchflix]

MUNCHFLIX - HALLOWEEN ENDS

IMDB BLURB: The saga of Michael Myers and Laurie Strode comes to a spine-chilling climax in the final installment of this trilogy.

WARNINGS: The usual blood and guts slasher stuff, plot holes, discombobulation, facepalming, psychic linking, the elderly, old Michael Myers. Some cheesy gore included in the review.

RATING: You are finally safe from Shia Labeouf.

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER: All reviews are done solely for humor and should not be taken seriously ever. If you cannot handle cursing, crude humor and probably some offensive things, pls do not read this.

Munch: This is going to be full of so much of us just ranting. I hope you fuckers like reading, because we have some things to SAY. There's so much going on in this movie, and absolutely none of it made ANY sense to me. I don't understand why this was a trilogy when the only thing the movies had in common was Jamie Lee Curtis. The first movie has nothing to do with the second. The second movie felt like a two hour long trailer for the third, and the third movie completely ignored everything that happened in the two previous movies. This movie is an absolute clusterfuck. HOWEVER! My one unforgivable sin for a movie is that it is BORING, and my friends....my beloved friends...this movie is sure as shit not that.

Biscuits: I think you're frontloading this with way too much information. There's no real way to preface Halloween Ends and honestly there's no real need to.

M: Fair. The movie opens with the introduction of one Corey Cunningham, who is obviously not a collection of tumblr sexymans all crammed into one pathetic waifish sad little man.

B: He's basically like...dollar store Will Graham. He's perfect. He's tumblr sexyman bait 101. A textbook poor little meow meow

M: He was not, however, mentioned at all in any of the previous movies.

B: No, but he's here.

M: And he's a babysitter, replacing the entire Tommy Doyle storyline in the second movie.

B: Disclaimer, I don't remember anything about Halloween Kills except evil dies tonight.

M: The entire last movie was about Tommy Doyle!

B: I remember Laurie was in the hospital and a guy got killed and maybe we were the virus the whole time!

M: Corey really is like...the most pathetic. He's getting his ass handed to him by what...a seven year old?

B: He looks like young Patrick Wilson in this intro. They're watching The Thing! In the original Halloween, they did watch a movie called The Thing, although the John Carpenter version wouldn't come out for a few years. However it’s still a reference to the original.

M: Corey gets yelled at by this punk ass kid and goes to drink some choccy milk, because he's a baby.

B: As someone who drinks chocolate milk...wait, am I a baby? Beer? NO. Choccy milk. And there's a NOISE.

I diagnose you with babey.

M: Jeremy has staged a home invasion, because he's literally the worst little shithead kid.

B: In the old days kids in movies were like, “oh poor little Tommy Doyle, he’s just a nice boy who likes comic books” and nowadays kids in movie are always cursing and beating people up. Kinda boomer energy if you ask me. Anyways, Jeremy is going to really impressive lengths to make Corey think he's getting murdered or some shit. He's committing to the bit I guess.

M: Unfortunately for Jeremy, he's underestimated the poor little meow meow's claustrophobia. After locking Corey the babysitter in the attic, Corey begins to FUCKING FREAK OUT. Which, I understand. And then the parents are back, it's been like ten minutes.

B: There was an implied time cut but it feels really fast.

M: Jeremy is taunting the panicking Corey directly in front of the door and Corey then kicks it down, screaming about how he's gonna kill Jeremy and then kicks the door somehow hard enough to send Jeremy flying over the railing to his death.

B: That's honestly impressive considering that Jeremy is about as tall as the railing. Maybe don't live in a 20 story house, what can I say. The house doesn't even look that tall from the outside?

Funniest shit I’ve ever seen

M: Anyway, kid dead. Right in front of his parents. Corey bad. I wasn't expecting that at all the first time, it honestly was one of the few moments of this movie where I was like - oshit.

B: Corey IS bad, we establish that later, but he didn't mean to kill the kid so right now it's just like, well that sucks for everybody. 

M: The intro is cool though, the title screen with the pumpkins is cool. 

B: It does feel wrong to have the opening credits in BLUE. They've always been in that weird yellowy orange. Is John Carpenter alive? 

M: Yes!

B: I feel like we had this conversation last time, when Halloween Kills came out. Wes Craven is dead, right?

M: *laughs* Yes. How did the audience score get up to 57 percent?

B: Everyone was like OH MY GOD CUTE BOY. 

M: Laurie comes on the narrate the entire history of this particular timeline, conveniently leaving out the entire second movie except the death of whatserface, her daughter.

B: Including footage from the first movie, over 40 years old, which looks better than this movie. Halloween kills felt like it was just setting up this movie and they don't even reference it except with the lady who got stabbed in the neck. Laurie owns a house in Haddonfield now, which she bought with all her money from doing....something. She lives with her granddaughter now and she's writing a book. 

M: I guess she's been in therapy now. She's a kinder, gentler Laurie. 

Laurie Strode is in this movie, I guess.

B: Every movie has a different metaphor and none of them ever get fully fleshed out. They always feel like first drafts, even in the 2018 Halloween. I don't know why they keep trying to this hashtag deep stuff. Just make a movie that's GOOD and the metaphors will come naturally.

M: Try viewing a Jordan Peele movie, he's a master at it. Anyway, back to Corey, this pathetic wet man is now an adult or whatever but he's still a huge wuss. 

B: He was an adult! They said he was 21! So now he's ....25? These radio segments are giving me ptsd. 

M: I have no idea.

B: He works at a garage with his dad, who gives him a motorcycle. He is now me. He likes chocolate milks and motorcycles and wears flannels and I'm gonna sue them for putting my likeness in this movie. 

M: Cut to Allyson, who is still here for some reason. And her shitty almost boyfriend cop guy? 

B: He's into her or...he's flirting with her or...hey there's a guy. Hark a vagrant! Horror movies always gotta have a creepy homeless guy. It's kind of a gross stereotype that homeless people are insane and evil. I feel like the day has passed when we need to use the creepy homeless guy trope.

M: Corey wanders into a convenience store for some choccy milk and gets harassed by some fucking senior high schoolers who want him to buy them beer.

B: These are the unrealistically shallow bully stereotypes, which I also thought we'd moved past.

M: They even have the slightly reluctant bully character. None of these dudes look they'd be hanging out with a football jock. But here comes Laurie! 

B: Kind of like Henry Bowers, except Henry was an older kid picking on younger kids and these are kids picking on a grown man and causing him bodily injuries. Laurie shows up and has her ONE moment of seeming like a badass and they slash the bullies tires. This Laurie will never show up again. 

Laurie woke up this morning and chose violence. Unfortunately, she will not choose violence again.

M: The characterization is SO bad, everyone changes constantly. Why is my Laurie suddenly so soft and easily injured?? All I wanted was for her to kick ass this entire movie and she absolutely does not do that. She has little flashes of being the Laurie from the first movie, but overall she is so torn down and deadened. 

B: This movie has similar themes to Halloween Kills but they never reference the events of Halloween Kills, like the town forming an angry mob and killing an innocent man. That could have some parallels to Corey’s situation, maybe the town would’ve learned a lesson about jumping to judgments and mob mentality... but it kinda just seems like everybody (including the writers) just kinda forgot about that shit. Honestly if it wasn’t for Karen being dead, this could’ve just been a direct sequel to the first one and it would’ve made just as much sense.

M: Probably more sense, actually. Allyson is at work and Laurie comes in with Corey and suddenly OH MY GOD. Allyson is like - you are the tumblr waif I have been waiting for all my life. 

B: Also, gonna screech about how much this boy looks like Will Graham. His hair, his glasses, the way he dresses, they deliberately styled him this way. Just do that guy from Hannibal but put him in this movie. Also, Corey's arc makes no sense. They so heavily coded him as autistic in the first part of this that it might as well not be there at all. But then he jumps to being a nasty boy who enjoys murder like...really quickly. It spirals out of control so fast.

M: Everything in this movie does. Let's talk about pacing! Like so many movies we've reviewed recently, pacing is a major flaw in this one. 

B: Does Hollywood even know how to make movies anymore?

M: No. The first part of this movie goes SO FAST. There's no build up, it's just thrown in your lap, in your face, at mach speed. Corey and Allyson have had a super major bonding experience in 12 seconds over him getting stitches and now they're in love. 

B: Allyson is hitting on him and he has no idea how to react. 

Behold: the human uwu

M: Now Laurie is back at home with Allyson and this random tarot reader chick.

B: I will give this movie one thing, Allyson pulls out the death card and they say IT DOESN'T NECESSARILY MEAN DEATH, fucking THANK YOU. It's a pet peeve of mine. 

M: No you're right, it doesn't actually mean death in tarot but it says death and looks spooky so....Laurie has another little moment of being cool while she's making pies or whatever and talks about showing your tits to grief.

B: Corey's parents are a piece of work. Really just his mother. His dad or stepdad or whatever seems fine but his mom is awful. An incredibly overbearing and controlling parent, which I guess is maybe supposed to be influenced by his trauma? Or his neurodivergence?

M: Corey's dad is awesome tbh, I was rooting for him. Allyson is suddenly back at the junkyard with Corey and they're gonna have a lesson or something but it's just fodder for their stupid burgeoning pointless relationship side arc. 

B: We also get the obligatory bully's dad doesn't really love him moment but it's so irrelevant. Speaking of irrelevant, Laurie has a whole bit in a supermarket with Frank but at least these two have some chemistry. 

M: Frank being the cop from the other movies, and honestly I was kinda rooting for them. It's kinda cute and I liked the idea of Laurie actually being happy for a change. 

B: It feels genuine, the two play off each other well. Unlike Allyson and Corey where she's like HELLO I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU NOW and he's like.. Okay.... You can't just take this guy home, you gotta do your research.

M: Also for no real reason, Laurie is accosted outside the supermarket by the family of someone who was assaulted in Halloween Kills. This is one of the only references to Halloween Kills. Now more bullshit radio exposition. Allyson did not do her research, and takes her poor little traumatized autistic boyfriend to a crowded party at a public bar full of people who don't like him.

B: You can't just take one home cos it looks cute in the store! It gets bigger than you thought it would, it needs too much attention, it doesn't get along well with other dogs... This is how they end up in shelters Allyson!

Being a black cat, she really should be more conscientious of these things.

M: Or in the sewer. Introducing alcohol to a boy who only drinks chocolate milk, also not a good idea. Corey is, however, getting the fuck down. This isn't gonna go well. 

B: The first time I saw this, I legit thought he was having a seizure.

M: CONVENIENTLY, the mother of the kid he accidently killed is at the bar and drunk! Can you spell McGuffin?

B: She's still a little pissed about that one. There's another implied storyline in that Corey killed someone and was found innocent... wonder how that went. Might’ve been an interesting premise for a movie. Maybe they’re trying to imply that he got off because the defense used his neurological deficiency as a defense but they didn't want to SAY it. Maybe I'm reading too much into this?

M: Allyson chases Corey into the street where he yells a lot because he's massively overstimulated and upset and Allyson doesn't know how to take care of her new pet. To be fair, he's got points. They do not see him and Allyson in the same light. 

B: You can't leave them alone! He needs constant supervision! You think you can fix him but you can't. You don't know him like I do, I can fix him.

M: ON CUE, the bullies from earlier show back up after Corey walks off to harass him some more. For no reason. Also they have not changed their clothes. They start beating the shit out of Corey, as is his lot in life thus far. 

B: Another plot point, EVERYONE in Haddonfield is a fucking asshole. Corey, already angry and prone to outbursts of emotion, confronts the jock and they throw him off the bridge. Like for real. Corey accidently killed a kid, but these guys are just dicks.

M: They assume he is DEAD and just leave him there. And this is where...things start happening. Oh god. Corey is dragged offscreen into the sewers by what we must assume is Michael Myers. This raises some obvious questions. Why is Michael living in the sewer? What's he been doing down there for four years?

B: He just disappeared at the end of the Halloween Kills and just went to go live in the sewer? .....Why? 

M: Why hasn't he killed anyone in those four years?

B: This movie would imply that he, the same man known for his supernatural strength and endurance, suddenly became old and feeble.

M: How's he been feeding himself this whole time? Rats? Old Mcdonalds?

B: Maybe the vagrant has been feeding him? Maybe he doesn't survive on conventional sustenance. Also this movie rips off IT a lot. Everyone is an asshole, irrationally evil bullies, and weird monster living in the sewers. Except this monster is old man Michael Myers. I don't know. 

M: We are 1/3 of the way into the movie. 

B: Allyson is sad because her boyfriend got angry and left. Back in the sewer...Corey wakes up, there's rats. He's fine. Maybe a little head trauma. 

M: Michael Fucking Myers just....left him there. Just laid him down and went, aight. You just rest. I'm gonna stand over here and stare at you while you sleep. Then I'm gonna grab you by the throat and all of the sudden we're gonna psychic bond.

I...I got nothin'.

B: He chokes Corey nearly to death and there's a rapid fire dream sequence of Corey's entire life and now he's infected with the Michael Virus tm. (we forgot to mention that Laurie said something about being infected with evil earlier, this will become relevant-ish ) *laughter*

M: I don't even wanna type this out. This is really happening. There's been absolutely no evidence of Michael having psychic powers. There's been no evidence of Corey having these abilities, but here we are. There will not be another moment of this type of thing happening again. 

(Dib: They're having a bro moment. A Broment.)

B: Maybe it’s not like a psychic powers thing. It could just be...really bad editing?

M: It's implied that he's seeing all this through Michael's eyes! And then he just lets Corey go. Corey gets out of the sewer.

B: He's infected Corey with the Michael virus and now he's using Corey to do his bidding!

M: But that makes no sense because Michael goes out and does his own shit too! 

B: I'm trying to make it make sense! I’m trying rationalize this when the simple answer is that it just isn't rational. 

M: I can't believe you're sober for this one. The harbinger vagrant from earlier shows back up and is like- WHY DID HE LET YOU LIVE?? That's a very fucking good question, my guy, but it's moot because Corey is gonna stab him to death.

B: The vagrant pulls a knife on him but he turns it back on the vagrant and that's accidental death number two, and then he yeets the knife but now he's been infected with Michael Myers lycanthropy or whatever so he can go enjoy murder now or whatever. He has his crazy person Will Graham staring in the mirror moment, sweating and washing the blood off himself. 

M: All we're really missing here is a wendigo. 

B: Oh yeah Allyson's friend got a promotion and she's mad because she wanted it but that's not really relevant but I'm not sure what IS relevant. Laurie does a lot of monologing in this movie. 

M: That's kinda her entire role in this film now. Gone is my badass kickass Laurie. But there's Corey, standing outside her house like Michael Myers. 

“Hey who’s feeding this guy tiers?”

B: He's trying to farm Tier 3 off her. And then she comes out and Corey is like oooh sorry I'm sorry I got jumped and got my ass kicked. This is your sexy murder boy, this tiny boy who can't finish a sentence. 

M: To be fair Allyson, you kinda were a dick to him. But now he's infected and we get a Laurie slow mo where she's like HEY WAIT I SMELL EVIL. 

B: And Corey's just like - hey I killed someone is that gonna affect our relationship? But not really. They go to the house where he babysat for to show Allyson where he killed a kid. 

M: Perfectly normal relationship things. Just go to a murder site and tell your new girlfriend about it. There's still bloodstains on the floor ffs. But she's like - no it's cool, I heard about it and I was like - I know this boy, he's looking for me. 

B: Whatever the fuck. Laurie goes to visit Corey's mom and she's more than kind of a bitch. Why does this sound like a parent teacher meeting? " I know he's had his difficulties..." 

M: It doesn't go well. Now Allyson is at a restuarant with Corey where she trauma dumps and is like - I wanna burn Haddonfield down. Now she's suddenly all edgy in this movie. 

B: Allyson goes through like seven 180 turns in this movie. 

M: You're not afraid now, Corey? This entire town's been kicking your ass this whole movie. Then the fucking cop ex boyfriend CONVENIENTLY shows up in the middle of their dinner to also provide some rising action. 

B: Most of these people have no reason to be this awful! They're just horrible awful stinky people. It's just a town where everyone sucks. 

M: Corey's a badass now, because he's got Michael Myers virus or whatever so he's gonna get up in the cop's face, but the cop is a huge dick anyway. Also he is now wearing a blue jumpsuit. They leave and go on a romantic bike ride to her house where they're gonna kiss kiss make out. 

B: But Corey's like, nah, I'm gonna go. And this cop guy, instead of LETTING IT GO gets in his cop car to go beat the shit out of Corey, as is the town's national past time, but Corey knows what he's up to, so he's gonna feed him to Michael Myers. Because Corey is a murderboy now. 

M: No really, this is what happens. Why does Mikey need someone to bring him people to kill??? 

B: He needs to regain his powers or something.

M: BUT HE DOESN'T DO THAT. It makes NO sense. The cop guy find the dead vagrant and goes oh noes, but Corey is there and attacks him.

B: It doesn't go well though because Corey's still a little bitch but he runs into the sewer and this fucking cop GOES INTO THE SEWER. It's not worth it, homey! Your masculinity really so fragile you gotta kick his ass because he likes your ex girlfriend. 

M: I still don't get why Michael needs this shit. But there he is, and Corey's just gonna stand there because he likes to watch. " Show me how to do it!" Corey says like a fucking murder virgin even tho he's killed two people at this point. It ain't hard, bruh. You just stab. Michael is looking pretty rough tbh, he can barely even fucking walk. 

B: It looks weirdly sexual.  He's really horny for MIchael Myers, but he can join the club because a lot of people are horny for Michael. 

M: I think it's intentionally sexual tbh. It seems to be implied that Corey is in some way getting off on this. Corey runs back to Allyson and is like WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME, WE SHOULD BANG. 

B: He's just badly written Will Graham, that's all there is to it. 

M: Laurie sees them going upstairs and Michael apparently left the sewer to go stand in the bushes and stare at Laurie but now he's gotta go back to the sewer. Oh my god, we are only halfway through. Nobody talks like these fucking people in real life.

B: "I keep seeing his eyes, Michael's eyes in Corey." He's got Michael Myers eyes...like Betty Davis eyes, but not.

M: I want some ice cream, you type for a minute. Oh god, we're only halfway through.

B: WHOOOAA we're halfway there, o-ooh~

M: Michael in a chaiirrr. Or something, I dunno. Oh yeah, Laurie goes to the same bar Corey had his breakdown in, because it's the only bar in town, so we can further this stupid infection storyline - which was not hinted at or built up in any of the previous movies.

B: The dad of the kid Corey killed is rambling on about how Corey had the devil in his eyes. He looks like an angel, walks like angel, talks like an angel, but we got wise.

M: Everyone in this movie shows up at the exact moment they're needed for the plot.

B: Oh yeah, the shitty doctor is fucking the nurse who got the promotion at Allyson's work and they gonna get SLASHED. Finally, some cheesy gore in this fucking slasher movie.

M: OKAY - so all of a sudden, in this next bit Michael, who has been shown to be a feeble, barely-functioning sewer gremlin, proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that he is still very strong and very murderous. But after this scene ends, they throw that all in the garbage.

B: Bla bla bla get to the murder already. 

M: Corey has to...initiate things, for some reason. Corey has to do the foreplay.

B: Also, the scarecrow mask looks dumb. They couldn't have gotten anything mildly more sinister?

M: I love this scene where you can see Corey in the background stabbing the doctor like 18 times. Corey is basic bitch-ing this shit.

B: Corey is not very good at murder. But thankfully, daddy lion is here to show baby lion how to hunt.

M: SEE! Michael fucking holds her up by her throat! He stabs her clear into the wall! This is not a feeble old man! Meanwhile, Corey is like mentally masturbating. Or...just masturbating.

“You’re a murder tramp, murder tramp...”

B: He's very excited. 

M: Now I guess he went and got Allyson again so they could go on another ride.

B: They're speeding down to the radio station roof like two punk kids who don't give a shit for some exposition. 

M: Allyson just says infected for no reason? 

B: I think she's commenting on his wound but...it's like wow you're infected with Michael. Evil does not literally work like a virus! I understand the allegory but like...you don't get infected with it from someone else who is evil. 

M: The radio dj comes out and like everyone else in Haddonfield, he's a huge dick. So he sits there just berating Allyson and Corey for no good goddamn reason. 

B: They could just...leave the situation. But they just stand there and let him insult them until he tells them to leave. This is not how real adult people react to these situations. Corey's feeling overprotective. Laurie is stalking them. 

M: Back to Corey's house where his unbearably overbearing mother is slapping him and berating him and then his dad's like - I hope you find love. Wtf. And now it's Halloween. Corey is asleep on the floor of the murder house. 

B: Laurie is there! She's got a paper airplane, aka a reference to the beginning of the movie. Inside of you there are two wolves, Corey. One is gay. The other one is gay. 

M: Laurie can just smell the Michael, and she again mentions infection. But they never really elaborate on that. They never come out and say - hey Michael is infecting this town. 

B: Laurie is threatening in this scene almost to the point of seeming evil. She's like - Allyson didn't read the manual, she's not equipped to deal with you so we gotta take you back to the shelter, buddy.

Stop dating my granddaughter, grungy little murder hobbit.

M: Corey makes the incredible mistake of saying - if I can't have her, nobody will, and demands that Laurie just give up and let herself just drown in misery until she DIES. 

B: But then she's not there.

M: Her Laurie senses were tingling.

B: Or she didn't wanna listen to Corey's sudden and unwanted slam poetry. Which also doesn't make any sense. I'm trying to commentate on the dialogue but it's just nothing. It's a nothing sandwich. Corey calls Allyson on the phone sounding like fucking Ghostface. 

M: Why not throw another reference in there? 

B: And he's like - your gramma is trying to kill me and Allyson is just like - yes that is absolutely true. 

M: And then this fucking shit. Corey just zooms on back to Sewer Michael, and just kicks the ever living shit out of MICHAEL MYERS, THE UNKILLABLE KILLING MACHINE, THE PERSONIFICATON OF EVIL, THE MOTHERFUCKING SHAPE and takes his mask. Yeah okay. The same dude who was strong enough to pin a chick through a wall in the last kill. 

B: Corey is sapping his strength now?! Because of the Michael virus?? I'm trying to engage with this movie on it's own level.

(Dib: You tried to read this movie's terms and conditions?? WHY??)

M: This is such utter bullshit and I hate it. 

B: They have this whole drawn out scene of these two wrestle. There's no tension at all, it's just like two drunk dudes duking it out outside the 7/11.

M: Michael sits up though after his ass beating. 

B: The dumb teenage bullies, still wearing the same clothes, and Corey has scratched up their car or whatever so now they're gonna kick his ass again. 

M: Allyson is leaving Laurie and Laurie is like no he's crazy and murderous, but to be fair I don't like anyone in this movie. Laurie is obnoxious, whiny and preachy Allyson is dumb and doesn't pay attention to anything. 

B: Also again, it's utterly out of character for Allyson to just suddenly to be like no grandmother you are psycho bonkers crazy. 

M: The bullies have been led to the junkyard where Corey works which is obviously a fucking trap, but people in a horror movie never realize they're in a horror movie so they gon' die. 

B: They're gonna fuck up his bike but actually they're gonna get slashed and stabbed and shit. There's not even that much murder in this movie. 

M: There's almost no Michael Myers in this movie. 

B: Billy Bully gets stabbed in the eye and then they run away from a speeding vehicle in A STRAIGHT LINE, just go between the cars or anything?!?! 

M: Corey's dad is working late though and Jock Bully is like OHMIGOD HELP US and so dad goes out there but Corey's still murdering people but now with the Myer's mask on. And unfortunately for Corey's dad, the one not totally awful person in Haddonfield, he gets shot through the brain and dies. 

B: The kid crushed under the vehicle is still alive but Corey fucking BLOWTORCHES this jock bully and then crushes the other's head like a grape because he's apparently super stronk now. 

M: Corey's gotta go home now and kill his mom. Because we need more Halloween references since Michael's not even in this fucking movie. And then we're gonna go kill the radio guy because he was also an asshole. Corey's gonna be fucking busy if he's gotta kill every asshole in Haddonfield. 

B: Do not disgrace these old fucking retro jukebox songs with your terrible movie. 

M: Corey also kills his assistant, Darcy the mail girl. Also this kill is hilarious and they had to realize it looked fucking stupid and silly. No points for that shit.

I apologize but words could not do this justice.

B: The rest of the movie is not silly. Tone? Never heard of her. Allyson magically shows up right where she needs to be, in the town's one diner waiting for Corey but he stood her up to do murders. 

M: Laurie keeps calling because I guess that's building tension or something but not really because we already know Corey's gonna go after Laurie. I'm too sober for this. Laurie, however, went to the school of 'already lived through like seven Halloween movies' and she's not dumb.

B: She's gonna mope around her house and they're gonna set it up like she's gonna commit aliven't. Commit gun-head. As they say in Roblox, go commit stop living. But it was just a ploy?? I don't get it, why does she do this?

M: Because, like Michael has an evil virus, Laurie appears to have some sort of precognitive ability of her own when it comes to evil, and she knows what's about to go down. Also to fake out the audience. As if we really believed she would just off herself in the finale. 

B: She doesn't need to fake out Michael.

M: Michael who? She's faking out Corey. Michael has no part in this movie. 

B: She didn't really need to fake out Corey. She shoots him and he falls off the railing. 

M: What's the opposite of foreshadowing?

B: Dumb. 

M: She empties the gun for no real reason and then says LET'S GO BITCH to the dying Corey.

B: He makes ugly cry face, realizes Allyson is back and then pulls a 5000 IQ move. He is playing 5d chess. He stabs himself in the throat and then Laurie pulls the knife out just in time for Allyson to walk in and see her standing over the corpse of her boyfriend!

Oopsie daisy.

M: Laurie doesn't even try to explain herself. Also this is bullshit. Why did we spend the entire movie building him up and Michael's fucking successor only to have him OFF HIMSELF at the end of the movie just to one up Laurie?!??!

B: Corey deserved better. As I've said, Tumblr's manic pixie dream boy had the whole movie building him up just to give him such an ungraceful ending. I was banking on him sacrificing himself just to save someone else, probably Allyson. And that would ahve been a fitting fucking tumblr fucking meow meow ballering ending for him so everyone could be like OH NOES HE WAS A GOOD BOY ALL ALONG but no...they just end him. They just put him down.

M: Y’know maybe we souldn’t have spent all that time talking about how autistic he is and then constantly referred to him as a shelter animal. 

B: I'm allowed to make these jokes. When a bunny calls another bunny cute, that's okay. 

M: Allyson does not at all suspect foul play, she's just like oh god grandmother killed my boy. She doesn't call the cops or anything she just goes outside. 

B: And disappears from the movie for a little bit. 

M: And now Laurie is sitting there like oh bum. But again, her Laurie senses are tingling because suddenly FUCKING MICHAEL MYERS IS HERE and he wants his mask and his goddamn knife back but Corey has to be like HAH FAKE DEATH TROPE only to have Michael break his neck.

B: Why did they even have him come back to life if they were just gonna have Michael kill him? Because Mike doesn't need him anymore? Or he's angry that Corey betrayed him or whatever?

Godnight swet prins

M: We've never been given any indication that Michael has feelings. Let alone betrayal. He's just a shell full of evil. But anyway he's here and now we're gonna have the uh....climactic showdown?? 

B: Why did the cops call Allyson?? Why didn't they just go to the house where Laurie called???

M: This time Laurie doesn't have a house full of traps this time, but she does have....uh.....um....big kicks. 

B: Michael spent four years living in a sewer just to lull Laurie into a false sense of security. 

M: Not only does our boy know how to drive cars, he also knows how to use a garbage disposal. Also....again...this is not the feeble old man who got his ass kicked by a 25 year old twink. This is STRONK Michael, he is kicking Laurie's ass all over the place. Is he fucking old and sick or strong and unkillable??? 

B: Also why did they set up the whole Michael virus thing and him passing off his virus to Corey if they were just gonna kill off Corey? Also Laurie pins Michael to the table and stabs him a lot, pinning him to the table and she monologues again. 

M: And takes his mask off and now he's all old and sad and feeble again. Maybe the mask is the source of his power? 

B: Of all the confrontations these two have had over the course of the series, this is honestly the least climactic one. 

M: But then we get a montage of more climactic confrontations.

Maybe it’s supposed to be like...their lives flashing before their eyes or something?

B: Allyson just runs back in from nowhere and breaks Michael's arm and also apparently when Michael chokes people, they have flashback montages. Little known power of his. But fucking......but all of the sudden, because of that PHONE call I guess...Allyson has another 180 and is like Oh my god you were right, Corey is evil and I believe you and I was wrong and I'm gonna help you kill Michael. But WHY!??!? For what reason??? 

M: They filet Michael like a pig, making sure all his major arteries are compromised because it's not like the 90000 other ways they tried to kill him worked. The cops show up and they're like OH SHIT THAT'S MICHAEL and ignores the other dead guy on the floor because yanno. The soundtrack is good, but c'mon. 

B: I have a theory. 

M: Okay.

B: They wrote the ending first, then realized they had written the entire movie about Corey and then killed him off because they realized it didn't fit in the movie. They tie Michael to the roof of Laurie's car and have a huge Michael procession of the entire town to the junkyard. 

Dib: How does nobody record this and upload this to LiveLeak?

M: *laughs* Nobody's gonna tell because it's Michael. But tbh this would never happen. Laurie was writing a fucking book about it. Suddenly everyone in Haddonfield is here. 

B: An entire town of deplorable humans. 

M: This entire movie is so terribly lit btw. It's so dull. 

B: They crowdsurf Michael's body to the garbage grinder or junk grinder or whatever. Industrial shredder. 

M: If he's infected, his blood is getting on EVERYONE right now. 

B: This is my favorite scene in the whole movie. 

M: Laurie, standing triumphantly on top of the grinder, rolls Michael into the shredder and they grind him like so much fucking sausage. 

The SFX in this movie are like...really good.

B: How many millions of dollars did they spend on this movie? How many bags of PopRocks could you have bought with all that money and THIS was the best y’all could do? And then Allyson is like hey you were right about Corey this whole time WHAT???

M: Her and Laurie are all good now and Michael is definitely 100 percent completely dead this time. Super dead. He has been killed dead and Allyson moves away and moves on and Laurie writes her book but she leaves it open for a sequel. Please let it die. 

B: We get a footnote where she and Frank have a little mo' where he brings her veggies so we can remember their budding romance. 

M: I just wish like...any other movie had been made. This was so anticlimactic. Michael is barely even in it. Laurie is reduced to just...a whimpering mess, Allyson is whatever they want her to be in the moment, Corey is...pointless and yet the entire movie surrounds HIM. This is the antithesis of what I, and a lot of other people, wanted from a finale, but here we are. 

B: I adore this movie. It is terrible, it's an absolute trainwreck of a film that makes no sense and goes off the rails so many times you're left wondering if there ever were rails to begin with. It's is full of obvious 'cute-murder-boy sexyman-bait uwu' moments, but hell, I'll bite. It is a perfect storm of garbage, like a tornado in a landfill.

In our Halloween movie tier list, I made mention of Michael Myers being sort of a metaphor for the Halloween franchise as a whole, and honestly I think Halloween Ends is the best setting for this metaphor:  creature once powerful and feared has become old, embattled, and toothless, and barely able to claw out any relevancy in its own context. It tries to come back for a thrilling final showdown to prove it is still as strong as it once was, but ultimately proves to be a pushover and ends up getting shredded like the garbage it is. In many ways, Michael Myers is Halloween. And the fact that Corey Cunningham is the one thing from this movie everyone is hyperfixating on really proves that Halloween isn't even really relevant to Halloween anymore. But for all my words, I think this movie itself delivers the most poignant and quite possibly the most important message about the Halloween franchise that there could be, in the form of an unambiguous two-word poem: Halloween Ends.

Is it the ending we wanted? Hell no. But it’s probably the one we deserved.

Munch and Biscuits out, yo.

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There will be 13 works periodically posted throughout October, which you can find the summaries and warnings for below! They will be tagged as dark content because of the taboo themes written in them, so please read the warnings and move forward at your own risk!

fandoms included are… jjk, aot, hq, & bnha! [all characters are aged up!]

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The characters are chosen through a random generator for each prompt, I’ll be trying to make it as proportional as possible for each fandom but yk how it goes!

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𝟭 “See no evil, Hear no evil, Speak no evil”

𓂅synopsis: you may not be able to see him, but god can you feel him - cw warnings -> spectrophilia, mirror sex, unprotected sex, ghost ,, breeding?, dub con - cast -> Connie

𝟮 “Breaking & Entering”

𓂅synopsis: breaking into a haunted house with your boyfriend would’ve been fun had you not been caught. What are you willing to do to go home scott free? - cw warnings -> double penetration, cuckholding, degradation, humiliation, mfm threesome, impact play, handcuffs - cast -> cop: Daichi, bf: Hinata

𝟯 “Please, I’ll do anything!” WC-5.5k, 10/05

𓂅synopsis: one must make some sacrifices when being chased by a masked man with a knife, especially when it comes down to saving your life - cw warnings -> dub con, knife play, mask kink, ripped clothing, pain play, being chased/threatened, very heavy themes (list might be added to) - cast -> Levi

𝟰 “Your very own Supernatural Escort”

𓂅synopsis: being reckless, stupid, & horny really don’t mix do they? Especially when it ends up being you + a hired succubus - cw warnings -> rough sex, impact play, fear play (list might be added to) - cast -> Eren

𝟱 “Yes, Miss Supreme.”

𓂅synopsis: what would initiation into your coven be like without a warm welcome from the supreme? - cw warnings -> slight exhibitionism, cunnilingus, strap on use, anal play, choking, power play, mommy kink - cast -> Sasha

𝟲 “Once Devoted Fan, Now Honorary Member.”

𓂅synopsis: on that note, initiation through sex seems to be a popular method - cw warnings -> heavy “cult” themes, power play, sir kink, nipple play (both recieving), rimming, oral (m!recieving), rough handling of reader - cast -> Gojo

𝟳 “Bible Study”

𓂅synopsis: when you’ve been feeling sinful, who better to go to than “father” himself to exorcise you? - cw warnings -> corruption kink, heavy coercion and power play themes, inexperienced reader, manipulative character, oral (f!recieving), fingering - cast -> Kita

𝟴 “Drenched in Red”

𓂅synopsis: it was your job to kill him, and now his dick is buried deep in your cunt?! - cw warnings -> monster fucking - vampire, blood play, pain play, knife play, fear play, biting (obvi) - cast -> Oikawa

𝟵 “Here, Here, Little Piggy” WC-5.5k, 03/02

𓂅synopsis: you should really be more careful walking home alone at night, big bad wolves are known to prowl the area at night - cw warnings -> monster fucking - werewolf, fear play, stuckage, dub con, size kink, breeding - cast -> Bokuto

𝟭𝟬 “Dolled Up & Dressed Down”

𓂅synopsis: this Halloween party is so loud, they’re all so hot, and they all want you, so why choose one? - cw warnings -> slight intoxication, non consensual filming, gang bang, spit kink, messy messy messy, double penetration, oral (m!recieving) (list might be added to) - cast -> Osamu, Suna, Kita, & Aran

𝟭𝟭 “Nobody Gets Paid Enough For This”

𓂅synopsis: a quickie with your boyfriend in a haunted house is harmless, right? - cw warnings -> voyeurism & exhibitionism, non consensual watching - cast -> bf: Kirishima, Voyeur: Bakugou

𝟭𝟮 “Babe? I need to borrow your dick for bookclub”

𓂅synopsis: the small town you’re new to has quite the collection of characters in its all female bookclub, all of whom have much less interesting husbands. So, of course you oblige when they express a desire to witness your own jaw dropping stories you tell them about your husband - cw warnings -> extreme exhibitionism, multiple masturbating bystanders, sub!character & dom!reader, pegging, other strap on play, use of toys - cast -> husband: Armin, bookclub: Mikasa, Sasha, Hitch, Pieck, & Historia

𝟭𝟯 “The Demon’s Housewife Manual”

𓂅synopsis: oh, the trials and tribulations that come with being apart of a demons harem. At least you’re his favorite - cw warnings -> monster fucking - demon with multiple limbs, size difference, breeding (list might be added to) - cast -> Atsumu

disclaimer: will not be uploaded in this exact order, and don’t forget to ask to be added to any taglists !

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[silver-tongued-bby]

2. Deserted mansion 19. ‘You look so pretty with my hand around your throat’ 1. Loki (like super dark evil Loki) for specific kinks maybe like blood play/knife play/blood drinking (if that’s too much that’s absolutely fine)

Super excited that your doing this until Halloween! 💚

Thank you so much for the request! I'm sorry it took me so long, I ended up writing a whole lot more than I had expected to. I think it turned out pretty spooky- I hope you enjoy!!

This fic is a part of A Dark Celebration.

Pairing: Dark!Loki x fem!Reader

Summary: You're trying your very best to sell a deserted house. But what's in the basement?

Words: 5,826

This is work of fiction is 18+!!!!, and contains graphic descriptions of blood play, knife play, dub-con/non-con, oral sex (f receiving), fingering and sex (m/f). Please do not interact if you are a minor or are sensitive towards any of the themes mentioned above.

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You clasped your hand over your mouth to muffle your breath. You desperately tried to calm yourself, your heart beating loudly in your ears, your eyes blurry from the build up of tears.

After a few moments you removed your hand, taking in quiet, shaky breaths. You strained to hear something, anything, but the house was silent. You felt around for your cell phone, quickly finding it in your back pocket. Closing your eyes for a moment to thank your luck, you focused on the screen and clicked the side button. It stayed black, unresponsive. Holding the button down with force, your phone popped up an image of a drained battery with a plug underneath it as if to mock you. Fuck.

Taking another quiet, shaky breath you heard a creak of a floorboard down the hall. Fuck.

Your heart racing once more, you quickly made your mind up and bolted from the closet, eyes trained on the open window. Standing on the dusty couch you kicked at the screen- it gave immediately, old wood crumpling inwards and falling out of the pane to slide off the roof and fall on the grass below. Not giving yourself another second you gripped the window pane and swung your legs through, feeling the grit of the roof on your shoeless foot, covered in a layer of built up grime and mould. Sitting on the pane you tried to get a grip with your feet, the surface slipping under your skin. Your breath left you when you felt an arm close around your chest, gripping you under your flailing limbs. You dug your nails into the fabric, into the exposed wrist of your captor, though it felt as if you were pressing them against rock. The arm pulled you back into the warmth of the house, the grass below now hidden from view before everything went black.

~~~

You stood up straight, smoothing your fingers over your blazer. Taking a deep breath you opened the door, greeted by the sight of the balding man behind the desk, his ear pressed to his cellphone.

“Let me take you on the course next time so I can show you how it’s done,” he paused for a moment, listening as he waved you in. You flinched at the bark of his laugh, sliding into the chair before his desk. He eyed you before turning in his chair to face the window. “Yeah, alright Jim. See you this Sunday. Tell the missus I say hi.”

You swallowed and fingered the edge of the file, your eyes meeting the small, beady eyes of your boss as he turned around. You ignored the way they took in your body before your face.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He leant back in his chair, eyes settling over your chest before snapping up to your own.

You suppressed a shudder. “I want the Morris property.”

He shouted a laugh, sitting up in his chair. “Why the hell would you want that rats nest? It’s been on the market for years. Better realtors than you have tried and failed to move that property.” He took a noisy sip of his coffee, “city won’t let it be rezoned so it needs to be restored. Any buyer would need to invest close to a mil to even make it liveable.”

“I know.” You cut off his rant. “I have a contractor- a specialist from the next town over. He’s done amazing work,” you opened the file, spreading before and after photos before your boss.

“So?”

“If we get him to do a preliminary rundown of exactly what needs to be done, we can approach the city and get a partial credit for the work. It’s a historical property- I’ve already talked to the Mayor’s deputy, he said everyone would want to see it restored and the city would pay up to 40% of the restoration cost to the future buyer.”

His dark, little eyes scanned your face. “Okay, you’ve done some of the footwork. But what makes you think anyone would be interested in saddling themselves with this shit hole?”

You winced, “sorry Mr. Stirling but it’s not a shit hole. It still is a beautiful property- the bones are all there. I think if we pushed it harder, with this plan, we could get someone to take it.”

“And if they don’t?”

“I’ll move to reception. Or quit if you’d like me out of your hair.” You bit the inside of your cheek- you could tell he regretted bringing you on. You hadn’t sold a thing in three months- mostly because he gave the good houses to his sellers, the remaining properties sad, overpriced spaces that you and the other inexperienced realtor picked at. You found the Morris property in the archives, an abandoned victorian mansion that was seemingly unsellable. Stirling had purchased it outright when he started the firm, hoping to tear it down and sell the land, but he’d been deadlocked with the city on it for the past 25 years. You knew it was a sore spot for him.

His lips spread in a slow grin. “You’ve got balls honey. Maybe if you dressed a little nicer you’d sell more.” You held back another shudder. He leant back in his chair, popping an antacid. “Fine. You sell it or you’re out. You have a month.”

You nodded, “thank you, Mr. Stirling. You won’t regret this.” You got up to leave, mentally going through the list of things you’ll need to do once you get the key from reception.

“A month from today!” He shouted after you once you were out the door.

~~~

Your walked through the Morris house an hour after you got the key, not wanting to wait. You needed to get things semi-presentable for walkthroughs.

The door creaked as you opened it, flecks of dust spilling out into the beam of sunlight from outside. You stepped into the front hall, large staircases on either side leading up to the second floor. There was a ratty rug before you, barely distinguishable from the wooden floors under it. You smiled, stepping through to the back of the house.

As you toured, you made notes of the features, the craftsmanship that you’d point out to potential buyers. It wasn’t until the second floor when you finally noticed the way you felt. A sickly feeling, as if you were seeing something twisted, something unspeakably horrible. You could only explain it as the way you’d felt when you were eight and your dad shot that buck he’d hit on the highway. It was still breathing, eyes wide open in fear connecting with yours when the shot pierced its heart.

You took a deep breath- you needed to get back to work.

Pushing the feeling aside, you continued your tour, finding no significant damage to the property, thank god. Your heels echoed off the wood of the staircase as you descended, stopping before the basement door. Maybe a good spot for a rec room you thought, twisting the handle. You pulled backwards but the door didn’t budge. Cursing, you had a look at the lock- it was ancient, it looked like it needed a skeleton key to be opened. Sighing, you made a mental note to ask about it at the office later.

Done for the day, you tucked the clipboard under your arm and made for the door. You hesitated a moment when your fingers touched the knob, it felt like you’d forgotten something, that there was an area you’d missed. Looking back towards the staircases you ran through everything once more mentally. Kitchen, living room, den, dining room, bedrooms, library, bathrooms… That was it. You couldn’t shake the feeling like there was something else, something more that you needed to take a look at, that you needed to explore. You looked back towards the basement door.

Shaking it off, you stepped out the door and locked it behind you.

~~~

You came and went every day that first week to let in the contractor and clean different parts of the house. You’d asked for a cleaning crew to help but Stirling told you it “wasn’t in the budget.” The bastard wanted you to fail. So you vacuumed and mopped the floors, dusted decades of grime from almost every surface, and ran the water for a few hours to get the rust out of the pipes.

You’d had no luck on the basement either. You’d even asked the contractor to try and jimmy it open with his tools, but no such luck.

On the upside you had scheduled 4 showings for tomorrow, half of the couples from the inner city, looking for more space. You’d been here since dawn, working to clean the last little bits of the property. It was well past dark now and you found yourself polishing off the bookshelf, the library upstairs somehow still standing after being abandoned decades ago. Just as you were finishing the last corner a book fell open on the carpet. You stepped closer, your brow furrowing when you saw lines written there in some type of language- maybe runes? You picked up the book and flipped through it, finding more words in another language. You closed the book and brushed your fingers over the cover, the inlaid gold spelling out Aesir.

“Huh,” you mumbled, going to put the book back. Just as you started to slide the book back into place you heard a quiet, drawn out creak. You settled the book back in place and stepped through the door, eyes falling to the front door over the upstairs balcony. You frowned- it was shut and the contractor and his assistant weren’t scheduled to come by today, especially not at this hour.

You shrugged, thinking it must be the wood in this old house, creaking under the weight of the cool night air. You finished up in the library and flicked off the light, making your way downstairs. You were about halfway down when you were greeted with the open door of the basement. You stopped, bending forward as you peered into the black darkness framed by the intricate chestnut. You strained to hear something, anything, but it was dead quiet.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves you stepped down to your toolbox to grab a flashlight. You flicked it on and shone it through the doorframe, where it seemed to bounce off a dark black wall and a wooden step. Again, you paused to hear something only to be met with silence.

“Hello?” You called out, trying to angle your flashlight from your position to see down the steps. You couldn’t see or hear anything so you stepped forward, calling out once more. “Hello? Anyone here?”

You felt that feeling again, stronger now, that deep twist in your stomach. That mild feeling of terror mixed with a burning curiosity. You couldn’t look away. You bit your lip and took another step forward. You could see down the stairs, where they turned at the back wall of the basement. You didn’t make out anything else.

You took another breath, your palms sweating as you gripped the flashlight. You made your way to the door and shone your flashlight around. You shone the light over the dirt floor of the hand-dug basement. Checking the sides of the doorframe, you found no light switch, but you couldn’t stop now. You needed to go down there and check things out.

Testing the first wooden step, you found it to be sturdy, obviously well-made. Sighing, you continued down the steps, finding yourself at that turn. You brought the light down the rest of the way, your back to the dirt wall. There was nothing, the light hitting more dark dirt. Making your way to the bottom of the stairs, you found the air to be musty, filled with the scent of the earth around you. You slowly turned in a circle, your light slowly moving against the walls.

Your breath was shaky as you turned, that sick, twisted, curious feeling thick in the air. You knew it was irrational, nothing could be down here, not for this long. The light in your hand trembled as you continued to move it, making sure you checked the entire wall. Eventually you made it to the wall under the stairs, finding nothing there as well. You exhaled, your shoulders drooping. You shook your head and smiled, spinning around once more within the dark space before stepping back to the stairs.

Your hand was on the bannister when you felt it. A cool, firm thing pressed up behind you, a cool stream of air running against your ear.

“Don’t leave just yet, darling.”

You shrieked, your arm jerking backwards, only to be met with a rock-hard form. You started to run, but an arm slid around your waist, pulling you backwards. You fought hard, pushing against the iron-grip tightening around you as it dragged you, your low heels digging into the dirt floor, one coming off in the process. You shut your eyes, still pushing, now kicking against the form behind you. You felt yourself turning in it’s grip, your body soon pressed up against the dirt wall. You could feel cool hands on your upper arms, gripping the fabric of your shirt.

You kept fighting, kept flailing, kept screaming, all the while refusing to open your eyes. Not feeling yourself move you stopped, falling quiet, and looked forwards.

The face in front of you forced a silent scream. Pale skin, sunken eyes, with dark, long locks framing the face. He was smiling in a twisted way, his head tilted downwards to examine you, blue-green orbs startlingly bright in the dimmed light of your forgotten flashlight.

“P-please, please,” you got out, your entire body quivering.

“Oh, does the little thing want to flee?”

You nodded, “please. I’m just a realtor, I have some money on me, I have credit cards, you can take it all. Please.” You begged, tears forming in your eyes as the reality of the situation started to hit.

He chuckled. “Cute,” he slid one hand to your shoulder, holding you in place with a grip that made you wince, the other hand sliding down your arm to your waist. “But I’m afraid what I need is a little more complex.”

You started to sob at his implication, a hot tear running down your face. “Please, I won’t tell anyone. Just let me go, please.”

“No, pet. Not before I get what I need from you.” The hand at your waist came upwards, the metallic object in his hand glinting in the light. You focused on it for a moment before you realised it was a dagger.

In your shock you flinched forward, the hand gripping your shoulder slipping. You took the opportunity to twist around and out of his grip, turning to sprint up the stairs.

“I do love a chase!” He called after you.

You didn’t wait a moment, running to the front door to find it locked, the key somewhere in the depths of your bag. You sprinted to the stairs, running up the steps to a spare bedroom. You slid in the closet, hiding behind its panelled door.

You clasped a hand over your mouth to muffle your breath.

~~~

You blinked your eyes open, your gaze unfocused at first. You looked around to find you were on the daybed in the study, the house dark. Remembering your near-escape through the window, you figured you were out for a few hours at most.

You tried your best to fight the trembling, attempting to keep your breath steady as you did your best to make out your surroundings from the moonlight streaming through the windows. You needed to find a way out.

“Hello, pet.”

You froze, eyes darting to the dark corner of the room. You could just make out his form in the shadows, light glinting off his… armour? Your instincts kicking in you bolted for the door, only to find it locked. You twisted the handle and threw your weight up against it once, twice, then on the third time you felt a grip on your upper arm, and you were twisted around so your back met the wall. Before you could scream fingers were closing around your throat, pushing against your windpipe, your breath coming out ragged. Your hands covered his arm and you tried to pry it off of you though he didn’t budge.

“There you are,” he leaned into you, his nose grazing against the top of your head. You could hear him take a deep inhale, his cool breath hitting your face.

“P-please,” you dropped your arms and swallowed hard against his hand, your voice barely a whisper. “W-what do you want?”

“I need you darling,” he sighed, his other hand coming into view. You flinched at the sight of the dagger once more and he chuckled.

“Please don’t do this,” you felt your eyes filling with tears as he traced a straight line with the tip of the dagger from between your legs, stopping at your midsection to toss it up in the air and catch it as he grinned.

“Hush,” he brought the blade flat against your lips and you held your breath, staring into his bright eyes as you silently plead. “I don’t need it all. Just a taste, the smallest piece of you.”

You struggled again at that, your arms pushing against his chest.

He tightened his grip on your throat and brought his eyes level with yours. “I don’t need it all, but it’d be so very easy to snap your neck and take it.” His expression chilled you to your bone, but you weren’t able to look away. Your hands fell limply to your sides.

“There’s a good girl,” he smirked, moving the dagger up to your temple and down to your jaw, the tip lightly dragging against your skin. “It may hurt you pet,” you could feel the tears sliding down your face as you quietly whimpered, his hold relaxing to allow more of your breath through. He leant forward to hold his lips against your ear. “But I’ll be sure to lick your wounds,” his tongue brushed against the shell of your ear and you shuddered.

He leant back and you could see his eyes tracing up and down your body, the blue-green of his irises almost glowing in the moonlight. “You look so pretty with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

Holding you in place, he used his other hand to hook the blade of the knife in the collar of your t-shirt, the fabric easily tearing away as he brought it down. He pushed the cotton off your shoulders, revealing your simple black bra to him. He grazed the tip of the blade across the skin of your breasts left exposed by your bra, humming as he did so. You were shivering, the cold and the fear thrumming through your body with force.

He looked you in the eye as he slipped the blade up your chest, under the fabric of your bra. He twisted the knife and tore through it, shoving the material down your arms and to the floor. His eyes hungrily took in your exposed breasts, nipples hardening from the cool air.

“You are such a treat, pet. I can’t wait to taste you.” He caressed the skin of your breasts with the cool blade before making a shallow cut at the top of your left breast and you cried out, the pain surprising you. Tutting, he dipped his head to lave the cut with a long stroke of his tongue and you whimpered, your hips bucking back against the wall from the sensation. He sucked against the skin and hummed, his leg pushing yours apart.

“Lovely,” he smiled, a drop of blood hanging from his lower lip. He came forward to press his lips against yours and you whined, attempting to pull your head back only to be met with the wall. He kissed you slowly, almost decadently, his lips moving to caress your own. His hand fell away from your throat to pinch your nipple between his fingers. Your mouth opened, the sensation surprising you. He took the chance to slide his tongue against yours and you tasted the twinge of metal from your own blood. He pressed himself to you harder, his hips grinding against you and you felt something deep within you, your hips sliding forwards ever so slightly.

“I can smell your fear,” he breathed against your lips, his hand going to grip your waist firmly. You felt a knick at your shoulder, the blade pressing in just above your collarbone. You let out shaky puffs of air, attempting to breathe through the pain. He moved to suck at the cut he’d opened and you cried out from the sharp, stinging feeling. “I can taste it. Don’t you want to let go of it? Let me take what I need from you.”

You didn’t answer. You were afraid to speak.

He examined you, his head tilting as his eyes ran down your chest to his leg in between yours. He looked down his nose at you for a moment before moving his hips, his thigh flexing against you. You inhaled sharply at the sensation, that deep feeling within you, that excitement bubbling up with his now rhythmic movements. You felt your cunt pulse each time he moved. Your face burned as you felt the arousal rise within you.

“I can feel you holding on to it- the fear. Let it go and this will all be so much easier.”

You shook your head, wide eyes pleading with him to stop, to go no further.

“So be it.” In a flash you were seated in the armchair, your legs spread and arms held to the wood. You looked down, seeing no ties in place you tried to move but felt yourself restricted. The cuts he’d given you were still bleeding, the deep red trickling down your skin. You shivered in the cool air of the room, your top half exposed though you still wore your leggings, your left shoe still on your foot.

He circled you, his features more prominent from the proximity to the moonlight from the window. He looked misplaced, his garb composed of elements and materials you’d never seen before. If he weren’t staring at you with such hungry ferocity you’d say he’d be what you considered handsome, a strong brow complemented by his defined jaw and high cheekbones.

You took advantage of your moment of clarity to blink up at him, your chest rising and falling to accommodate your deep breaths. “Who are you?”

“I have many names, pet.” He stopped his circuit to stand in front of you. “But you may call me Loki. Now, shall we begin?”

You flinched as he twirled the knife in his hand, tossing it up and down as he stepped closer. He knelt before you and you turned away wincing, expecting another cut. You felt a pull at the ankle of your legging and heard the soft tear of fabric. You chanced a look at him, his focus on cutting through the material of your leggings. He cut upwards towards your core then down the other leg, not nipping you with the blade once. He cut up over your pelvis, then pulled the material from you, setting it to the side.

His eyes snapped up to yours, a brow raised. “Are you wet for me?”

You shook your head, afraid to tell him the truth.

“Don’t lie,” he brushed his thumb against the cotton of your panties and you inhaled sharply from the sensation. “You’re soaked through.” He raised himself up so he was eye-level with you and brought his thumb to your mouth. “See for yourself.” You tried to turn away but he pushed the digit through your lips to taste your own arousal. Your tongue brushed up against him subconsciously before you pulled it back.

You felt your cheeks heat up as he pulled his thumb from your lips, kneeling once more to cut away your panties.

“Such a pretty little cunt.” He brushed his fingers against your slick and you shivered.

“Please Loki, please don’t do this. Please,” you breathed, trying one more time.

His jaw set at that, his eyes cold. He balled up the pieces of your panties and brought them to your lips. “Open.”

You shook your head, tears falling once more. “Please.”

He took the chance to push his thumb into your mouth, hooking it down against your teeth. He pushed the balled up fabric into your mouth with his other hand, his fingers curled against the hilt of his blade. You cried out against the material, the sound of your voice muffled.

“Where were we?” He knelt back between your legs, flipping the knife between his fingers. He smirked at you as you whimpered, bringing the blade up to cut a shallow gash inside of your knee, blood flowing from the wound. You cried out at the pain.

He licked his lips before pressing them to your skin, inhaling through his nose. His eyes slipped closed and he moaned against you as he suckled your skin, your traitorous cunt throbbing at the sight. He pulled back, swallowing. “So decadent, darling.” He smiled at you with stained teeth.

Your tears flowed as he dipped back in, the feeling of him drinking from you adding to the pain. After a moment he stopped and leant to press open mouthed kisses to your thigh, leading towards your cunt. Each kiss left a stain, fading as he got closer to your core. His eyes looked less sunken when they peered up at you from between your thighs. He bent to breathe against your cunt, his breath almost warm against your core. You whimpered, the sensation pooling more wet between your legs. He threw you a wink before licking a stripe up your folds, pulling a moan from your lips.

“Good girl,” he smirked before diving in, sucking against your clit. Your hips bucked against his mouth, your fingers gripping the wood of the armchair. He let his hand drift back to your knee as he ran his tongue against your skin, the sensation causing your eyes to flutter closed. He pulled away, bringing two blood stained fingers forward, smirking at you before dipping them into your cunt. You whined, still terrified though you were ashamed to admit you’d become aroused. He bent forward, his gaze holding yours as he sucked your clit again, fingers curling within you.

You moaned as he rubbed against your G-spot, your hips thrusting against his hand. You could feel him chuckle against you.

“That’s it,” he nipped against your clit and you moaned again, saliva dripping down your chest, the panties in your mouth soaked through. “Take it, pet. Don’t be ashamed,” he turned to run his tongue over the cut, his fingers still moving within you. It didn’t hurt as much this time- it almost felt good, the sharp twinge of pain dulled by his fingers within you. “Give into it for me.” He moved back to your cunt, tongue running up hard against you.

You could feel your orgasm fast-approaching, the combination of his words, gaze, and movements driving you wild. You could feel your wet hole gripping his fingers, twitching around them as he brought you near your peak.

“Oh pet,” he cooed, “are you going to cum?”

You simply whined, and he grinned at you. “You are, aren’t you. You’re going to cum on my fingers, I can feel it. What a dirty little whore.” He ran his tongue against the cut on your breast, flicking his tongue against your nipple before pulling away. “You love this, don’t you? Tied up at my mercy as I cut you, as I drink from you, completely helpless.” He was thrusting his fingers in and out of you quickly, the lewd sounds of your slick cunt filling the room.

You moaned again, holding your hips forward so you could take all he gave you. You felt almost a painful need within you, you could tell you were close, so close to cumming.

“Are you ready, slut? Are you ready to cum all over my fingers?”

You nodded. Your brows were drawn together, the whimpers from you desperate, continuously spilling from your lips.

“Now.”

It was all you needed to hit your peak, a long, drawn out shout coming from your throat. You could distantly feel that pressure within you release, Loki rubbing his fingers over your clit as something wet sprayed against your skin. You came so hard, your orgasm hitting you so intensely that you saw stars, the tips of your fingers numb. You barely registered Loki’s lips sucking against the skin inside your other knee.

Eventually your breath levelled out and your eyes opened to him licking and kissing the cut he’d made as you came.

“You taste so much sweeter when you cum.” He pulled his fingers from you, coloured pinkish from the blood he’d fucked you with. He brought them to your lips, pulling out the soggy cotton mass before pressing them down on your tongue. You swirled your tongue around them to taste your own release coupled with your blood. “What a slut.”

He took his fingers from your mouth and stood, fingers lifting your chin to face him. “Tell me pet,” his eyes searched yours, the fatigue in his face earlier entirely gone. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

You nodded. You did want him to fuck you. You were a trembling mess but the pleasure he’d given you had clouded over your entire being.

“Will you be a good fuck toy for me and listen?”

You nodded again.

“And you won’t try to run.”

You shook your head. “I won’t try to run.”

“Good girl.”

Suddenly you felt the pressure holding your limbs to the chair release. Loki held a hand out for you, the dagger in the other.

Standing on shaky legs you took his hand and he led you to the daybed. He sat down and guided you to stand between his legs. He took his cock out of his leather trousers and you gulped— he was very well endowed.

“Come.” He gripped your wrist and pulled you forward, your knees straddling his hips. Your bare cunt pressed against his length and you let out a breath, his warm skin felt like heaven against your sensitive skin. He pushed your hips back and forth with one hand so you ran him through your folds. Eventually he stopped you, taking hold of his length to angle it against your wet hole. He thrust in suddenly as he pulled you down on top of him, filling you completely. You cried out, your body stretching to accommodate him. He gave you no chance to adjust as he began rutting up into you, the base of his cock rubbing against your swollen clit. You started to move your hips with him, drawing him deeper within you.

He leant back to watch you with a smirk, your body writhing on top of his as you fucked him. Your breath was strained, the insides of your knees sticking against his trousers as your blood coagulated, almost holding your position against him. You were wild with lust, every coherent thought pushed from your head as his cock brought your pleasure higher and higher once more. “Such a naughty little thing. Getting off on my cock.”

You nodded, head empty. You arched your back as you continued to move above him, the new angle making you move faster.

“You like fucking strangers, pet? Men who scare you? Men who drink your blood as they fuck you brainless?”

You nodded again, whimpering.

“Such a fucking slut.” He slapped your ass with one hand, the other coming to lift your hips up as he stood. He slammed your body against the wall, the fingers on one hand digging into your thigh as he rutted into you. His other hand groped at your breast before pressing against your throat, constricting your breathing. It only built your pleasure, the sounds coming from you practically inhuman.

He dipped his head to suck at the first cut he’d made, making it bleed once more. He moaned and brought his lips to yours, sharing the metallic taste with you again. He bit your bottom lip, hard enough for you to feel a slight pop as he broke the skin, blood pooling in your mouth. You stroked your tongue against his, almost offering up your blood to him. He pulled away and smiled darkly at you.

You were close now.

“I want you to cum again, toy. Cum on my cock as I take that last little taste of you. Be my good little whore.”

You nodded, moans slipping from your lips as you held onto his biceps for dear life. He brought his hand between your bodies and pressed his thumb against your clit. Your hips stuttered against his and you came, your nails digging into the leather of his armour. Your vision went blurry as you rode out your high, your walls fluttering against him as wave after wave of pleasure hit you. He groaned against your neck as he gave you a few hard thrusts then came. You were out of breath, your head dizzy as you slumped against him.

You caught your breath and heard Loki breathing hard through his nose. You felt a throb in your neck and blinked at him, slowly realizing he’d torn into the skin with his teeth to get more of your blood. Eventually he pulled away, licking his lips as he held you upright under your arms. You lifted shaking fingers to your neck, gasping when you felt the two rows of teeth marks, your hand coming away bloody.

“Don’t worry pet, you’ll survive.” He lifted you over to the lounge chair, draping your form over the piece of furniture. You could feel his cum trickling out of you as you watched him with bleary eyes. He tucked himself back into his trousers. “That contractor of yours will be here in two hours and I took less than a pint, no cuts too deep.”

He leant over you to press a kiss to your forehead, “I suppose I should thank you for your… donation.” He smirked down at you. “Without you my dear, I wouldn’t have the strength to leave.” He picked up his dagger beside you and flung it up in the air, catching it at its hilt. He winked and turned for the door.

Your eyes were slipping closed when you saw a bright flash of green followed by the sound of the front door slamming shut.

Author's Note: I don't think reader will be selling the house after all... This was a real dark one, very spooky. A good fic to kick off the celebration! Please keep the requests coming, I have a few to work through but I'd love to touch on another setting! Love you all, please be kind to yourselves 💕

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the house, m | ot7 | phase one

full title: the hell house

pairing(s): ot7 x reader

phase one (hyung line) >> phase two (maknae line)

summary: Welcome to the Hell House. Some call it resident evil. Some call it a haunted house. Some call it a waste of space (rude). Enter if you dare – the Doctor will ensure that you never come out the same. What's that? Why are you going with your seven fuckbuddies? You wouldn't... fuck in there, right? (Yes, you would.)

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, MAD HORNY CHAOTIC ENERGY; unprotected supernatural monster sex (you will never be in these situations... at least, I hope not o_o); crack; fluff amidst the wild fucking; hyung line smut (fem reader, slight D/s dynamics in some scenes, multiple orgasms, nipple play, handjob, m and f-receiving oral, penetrative sex, ass eating, creampie, edging, cowgirl; this sounds normal but it is not, I am just avoiding spoilers except: futanari warning); non-idol!AU - ot7 x sex friend!reader; each member has their own scene in their POV

appearances based on PTD On Stage + the Doctor 'journey' au, although can be read alone when I said this is a harem hentai featuring you and BTS, I meant it it is 25k+ words, so it had to be split into two parts, sigh

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"I'm going to die. Tonight, right here. It's gonna happen. I can feel it. I'm too handsome to die. I'm the main character. The main character can't die."

"Is Seokjin-hyung okay?"

"He seems fine to me," replied a deep, bored voice.

"Ican'tdothisohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodwhyamIherewhatislifewhydoweexist?"

"And Hoseokie-hyung?"

"Here, Hoseok, have some tea," Min Yoongi said calmly, putting his arm around Jung Hoseok, who was wearing all white, relaxed sweater layered over a large dress shirt, track pants with a neon rainbow stripe, complexion included. Hoseok stared up at the looming large house with the black metal gates. He took the silver thermos from Yoongi with shaking hands and took a sip, his large brown eyes darting from side to side, taking in the moonlight reflecting off the cracked windows, the missing or broken black shutters, the exposed, weathered brick, and the sign at the front held up by a plastic skeleton.

WELCOME TO THE HELL HOUSE! KINDLY AWAIT YOUR TURN TO DIE. THANK YOU.

Hoseok sputtered and jerked his head to Yoongi. "Ack, is that ginger?!"

Yoongi shrugged, black leather jacket creaking. "Good for the indigestion you're inevitably having right now." His dark silver-gray hair caught the moonlight, lighting up his amused expression as Hoseok fanned his tongue and complained, forgetting about the terrifying haunted house in front of them.

"Where's the troublemaker that suggested this?" Kim Taehyung muttered, hands on his hips.

"With the other troublemaker that's not going to get scared at all and laugh at us," Park Jimin muttered, popping up next to him wearing the same pumpkin sweater Taehyung was wearing.

"Why are you guys matching?" Kim Namjoon wondered out loud, scratching his head. His hair was still short and dark, more black than brown.

"Because I accidentally ordered two," Jimin sighed.

"Wasn't an accident. You wanted free shipping."

"I meant to get a different design, but I had waited too long and the other designs were sold out."

"The things we do for free shipping," Namjoon mused sagely.

“Hey guys! Heeeeeeey!”

“Ah, the troublemaker.”

“Both of them.”

“You’re dressed up,” Yoongi mused, tilting his head as you ran up to the group.

“Of course, I am! It’s Halloween!” you exclaimed, waving your giant fake syringe around. Short, tight white minidress with red piping, white thigh-thighs attached to a red garter belt, white loafers. Long sleeves, because you weren’t about to freeze, prop syringe, tiny white hat with a big red plus sign at the center. Oh, and a white face mask. Safety first. “I’m a nurse.”

“Did you nurse Jungkookie back to health?” Yoongi snickered, cocking an eyebrow at the mint-haired man behind you, stumbling to a stop, panting hard. He was wearing a white shirt and a black fleece jacket, along with pumpkin sunglasses. His hair was a cool mint, silver right eyebrow piercing glinting above the smiling pumpkin lens, silver lip ring gleaming on the right side of his lips.

You placed you hands on your hips, beaming proudly. “I did!”

“You railed him.”

Jeon Jungkook choked. “What, no, I obviously–”

“Hell yeah, I railed him!”

Jimin and Taehyung burst out laughing as Jungkook tried to refute you. Namjoon, Seokjin, and Yoongi smiled knowingly. Hoseok was as white as a sheet, even whiter now that his hair was black.

“G-Guys, did you hear that…?”

A crow cawed loudly, silencing everyone.

Seokjin clutched Namjoon like a rosary, jerking him from side to side. “H-H-Hear what, what am I supposed to be hearing, Hoseok?” he yelped shrilly as Namjoon sputtered dizzily, putting up his fists even though he had no idea what he was supposed to be fighting.

Everyone crowded around Hoseok in a semicircle, looking towards the empty street, suddenly aware that no one was around, suddenly realizing that the street was deserted and it was a bit foggy, and suddenly that was much weirder than the haunted house behind you because where had all the people gone?

You brandished the giant fake syringe like a sword, looking out to the vacant street and flickering streetlights.

“Nice butt,” Yoongi commented behind you.

“Hyung, this isn’t the time to – oh wow, nice butt,” Jimin said distractedly. “There’s even a little red bow in the back. Cute.”

“There is? Oh, that is cute,” added a deep baritone voice. You suddenly felt Taehyung’s hand on your butt. “Ah, always so fun to squeeze. Your legs look great too. Jungkook, get your hand off her other butt cheek, you selfish little shit–” Oh, that was the owner of the other hand. You turned to your right to look at the black blob that was probably Jungkook, about to chastise him for being greedy, and Jungkook was not the one standing there.

There was a big white beak in your face.

“Welcome to the Hell House,” the beak said in a resonating, surreal voice.

“Gah!”

Everyone jumped back, staring at the tall black form with a white plague doctor mask. The mask covered the entire face. It had round, black-tinted lenses where the eyes would be. The rest of the body was covered in black – large wide-brimmed black hat, long coat with ruffled brocade lapels, robes that touched the floor and covered any indication of shoes or pants, and a covering over the neck and head that concealed the hair and skin color.

The white beak tilted, almost playful.

“You may call me the Doctor. I take care of the Hell House that you have so graciously booked an appointment with.”

It was hard to tell if it was a male or female voice. Well, it was hard to tell if it was a human voice. Whoever it was must be using a voice changer. The white beak tilted the other way, leaning down, and you realized this Doctor… person was rather tall. Obscenely tall. Maybe on stilts or platform shoes or something. The body shape was completely concealed under the layers and layers of black.

“Was it you who booked the appointment?”

The voice changer made the chuckle almost sinister. Almost.

Cool!

You nodded eagerly. “Yeah! I heard a lot about this place. Everyone goes in and no one comes out the same,” you explained, wiggling your arms spookily, recalling the reviews. “They were all really vague about what actually happens though. They said you have to sign a waiver.” You frowned. “This isn’t like a SAW movie, is it?”

The white beak tipped up and bounced heartily, a crackly laugh piercing the air. You noticed there was a think black leather choker around the neck with a dangling silver crescent moon. Ah, probably to hide the voice changer. “No, I will not be putting your lives on the line. Not this time.”

“Not this time?” Hoseok squeaked behind you.

“Oh, but everyone said there has to be a sacrifice,” you remembered. “What do they mean by that?”

The white beak lowered; the eyeless black lenses pointed in your direction.

“There must be a destination, of course. Someone to save to encourage the players pass their test and reach the end goal,” the Doctor explained.

“But that means one person won’t walk through the house. They won’t get the full experience,” you complained, waving the syringe at the beak.

“On the contrary.”

And then all of a sudden, the beak was in your face, brim of the hat touching your forehead. Holy shit! How did they get so close so fast? Holy shit! How cool! You felt a shiver of excitement shoot up your spine.

“The sacrifice will be tested more than all the rest. It is, perhaps, the most dangerous position of all.”

“Then Jungkook should do it.”

The beak retreated as you snapped your head around to the immediate suggestion. Jungkook whipped his head to the voice – his hand was still on your ass all this time, along with Taehyung’s – glaring at Seokjin. The eldest clutched the back of Namjoon’s navy denim jacket and peered over the broad shoulder with a not-so-innocent innocent expression. “What? He should! He’s the bravest!”

“That’s why he should be with us!” Jimin protested, yanking on Jungkook’s free arm. “We’re gonna die without him!”

“I’m gonna die without him,” Hoseok wheezed, looking like he was about to faint. Yoongi held him up by the collar, looking indifferent.

“I’m too handsome to die,” Seokjin wailed.

“No one is gonna die,” Taehyung coughed. He jerked his head to the Doctor. “No one is gonna die, right?”

“None of you will become Mr. Skelly over there, no.”

A black-gloved hand appeared out of the coat and pointed to the plastic skeleton holding the sign that said, WELCOME TO THE HELL HOUSE! KINDLY AWAIT YOUR TURN TO DIE. THANK YOU.

“It says we’re going to die.”

“That’s just for dramatic effect,” the Doctor chuckled. “Everyone will need to live so you can write raving reviews and I can get more visitors to make some money. Sigh. Rent isn’t cheap these days.”

“That it isn’t,” Namjoon nodded sagely.

“I’ll do it.”

Everyone turned to stare at you.

You bounced over to the Doctor and waved your giant fake syringe with a big grin. “Doctor and nurse, right? It’s perfect!”

“Er, not the right kind of doctor…”

“Also, you look more like a slutty porn nurse than an actual nurse…”

“That’s Miss Slutty Porn Nurse to you,” you warned, jabbing the air with the syringe. “And I’m going to leave with the Doctor, hmph!” You stopped in the middle of your stomping away, realizing you had no idea where to go or what to do. You looked up at the white plague doctor mask, asking, “Are you alone, Doctor? Do you have helpers?”

A low, crackling laugh bubbled from the mask, sinister and demonic.

“Ohohoho...”

The beak turned, slowly, slowly, pointed down, eyeless lenses on you.

“I have more than enough help… now.”

-

“Bro, we just signed papers and had to give a fingerprint. I couldn’t even read the waivers because it’s so dark in here.”

“We’re going to die.”

“What do you think they meant by being tested? Something on the waiver said we had to pass a test.”

“Oh, fuck, we’re going to have to use our education? I’m doomed.”

“We’re going to die.”

“Stop saying that. The Doctor said we weren’t going to be Mr. Skelly.”

“Do you even trust that guy?”

“Do we even know if it’s a guy?!”

“Well, they’re not a bird, we know that.”

“You think you’re so funny. I hope you get eaten.”

“Ow, Jimin, you stepped on my foot.”

“Taehyung, I’m on your left side.”

There was a startled yelp and panicked gasping as bodies tumbled into each other. The candles at the top of the foyer flickered, some of them going out. Seven pairs of eyes looked up, seeing the tall skylight. The moon shone above them, gleaming with tendrils of red.

Something large crawled over the cracked glass, something with too many legs.

“Oh my God.”

“Hoseok! Hoseok, don’t faint, get it together!”

“Hyung, here, have some water!”

“Ack! That’s disgusting!”

“That’s Yoongi-hyung’s ginger tea, oops…”

“The Doctor said we should go through these doors, right?”

The seven pairs of eyes stared at the large, intricately carved French doors made of thick, heavy wood.

“I mean… should we just go?”

“You want to leave our nurse behind?”

Silence.

“I’m gonna miss that pussy, but I am too handsome to die.”

“Hyung, get back here.”

Two hands pressed against the thick wooden doors. One bare, one tattooed. They pushed the doors open without fear, revealing the pitch-black darkness within.

“Don’t worry hyungs. We got this! I’ll protect you guys.”

Seven men stepped inside, and all seven men suddenly found themselves alone.

-

“A blindfold? Kinky.”

“Precautions are incredibly kinky, Miss Slutty Porn Nurse.”

You pouted as the Doctor fitting the silk black blindfold over your eyes. “But I wanna see.”

“You will see.”

The voice neared and suddenly it didn’t seem to resonate anymore, suddenly it sounded human, suddenly it sounded real, like a voice you’ve heard before, but you still couldn’t tell if it was male or female, couldn’t place the age or accent, seeming more like an omnipresent god that was by your side than a human being.

“You will see everyone and everything.”

The ground beneath you moved and you stumbled, startled at the rising floor, falling back into a mountain of fabric, strong hands on your shoulders, clutching your prop, the giant fake syringe, and then it was gone, where did it go, what was going on, why did you lift your head even though you couldn’t see anything, why did it feel like the layers of clothing were surrounding you, warm with a faint smokey and sweet scent, gloved hands sliding down and ghosting your body, closing in.

You racked your brain to remember if the waiver had some clause where you agreed to star in a spooky porno. Not that you wouldn’t, because you would if you were getting some percentage of the profits and if your co-stars were your seven favorite dicks who, hey, just so happened to be in the same house, maybe it was a spooky porno, well then, hell yeah!

You were probably too comfortable with this.

“You are too comfortable with this.”

You jumped, realizing you were now sitting in a quilted velvet chair, your syringe in your lap.

“You can read minds?” you called to the darkness, still wearing the blindfold.

“I can do a lot of things. If there’s one thing I’m not, it’s predictable.”

Uh. Okay.

“Um… w-what happens now…?”

“What do you think?”

You sat there, confused.

“Don’t pretend you weren’t thinking what you were thinking seconds ago. There’s no money involved though. I won’t be selling this.”

Lightbulb. “Porn?” you echoed.

A low chuckle.

“It’s what you think it is, but also not.”

Where have you heard that before?

The tie of the blindfold loosened and suddenly you saw Kim Namjoon in front of you.

But also not.

You blinked slowly. You were looking at him waist height. Wow, he was tall. And sexy. And confused. He even looked sexy when confused. He was frowning. You realized none of the other guys were standing around him. He was in a giant library, staring at the massive bookshelves that were wall-to-wall. You could see him. He was right there. You opened your mouth to call to him.

You couldn’t.

And then you realized the body you were in was not your body, because the head was not attached to the neck.

The Doctor spoke behind you, orchestrating everything.

“And so, the experience begins … in proper order, of course.”

-

kim namjoon.

He was in a library.

“Guys?”

Kim Namjoon turned around and tried the door again. Ugh. Nothing. He squinted at the old knob, rubbing the door plate. There didn’t seem to be a place to put a key. He checked the tarnished brass knob once more. Smacked it with his palm, making the door rattle. Did it again, harder. Nothing. Damn. What was the point of being the God of Destruction if the things he wanted to break didn’t break?! Normally he wasn’t overly fond of the nickname, but right now it would be pretty damn useful.

“You can’t break the door.”

He spun around, looking around quickly. “W-Who’s there?”

The room was quite large. Every wall was filled with books. Smelled like it too, like old pages and leather. Across from the room was a large fireplace. There were a few tall windows with faint rays of silver moonlight streaming through. The colors were desaturated because of the lack of light, but Namjoon could make out the dark green of the armchairs and matching sofa facing towards the fireplace.

Uh oh.

Someone…. Something was sitting in one of the chairs.

The fireplace abruptly roared to life, blasting the dark room with orange flames.

Namjoon yelped, recoiling at the sudden influx of light, his eyes having already adjusted to the darkness. It took him a moment to blink rapidly, squinting, trying to make out the form by the fireplace.

Wait.

He knew that face.

He called your name, hesitantly.

“Hey, Namjoon.”

He frowned. You hadn’t been wearing that floaty high-necked cream nightgown though. It didn’t really suit you, a bit too Victorian and outdated with the ruffles and the big billowy skirt with no waistline. It looked fake, like a costume. He frowned, walking towards you. It must be you right? That was your face and your smile. Namjoon always thought you had a nice smile. Your smile could be cute or it could be mischievous, but it always made his heart flutter seeing it. It made him want to do things to keep that smile on your face.

Whatever you wanted, even if it was a little naughty.

Especially if it was a little naughty.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be at the end,” Namjoon questioned, scratching his head. “Did I somehow stumble my way to the end? I walked into the black hall with the others, but we all got separated and then I accidentally locked myself in this room… oops…”

His eye caught the shine of a small, clouded, gold-framed mirror propped against a dark green book on the mantle of the fireplace. The hardcover looked very old, with peeling linen edges. The title was in English, gold glided letters faded, barely legible.

The Headless Horseman by Thomas Mayne Reid.

“Namjoon, can I kiss you?” you asked, smiling at him.

He smiled back, holding up his hand, beckoning you to him. “Yeah. Of course. Come here.”

You stood up and there was something strange about it. Sometimes you would playfully cock you head or tick your chin to tease him, but your head was very straight. Still, the playful smirk was familiar, and so was the position of your hands, toying with the front buttons of the nightgown. There were buttons all the way down – easy access, perfect – and suddenly Namjoon forgot he was standing in a haunted house when his lips touched your lips, a soft, delicate kiss that took his breath away, immediately deepening, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and your hands taking his free one, guiding him to the opening at the front of your dress, now unbuttoned, and he gasped, fingertips grazing bare skin, your nipples already hard from the coolness of the room, your scent in his nose. He loved that scent, sometimes bringing his clothes to his nose after you left him, enjoying the familiarity. This was familiar too, doing things that he wasn’t supposed to be doing, with you, squeezing your breasts and playing with your nipples, pinching them, cupping your cheek as you whined into his mouth, your hands wandering down, stroking his growing erection through his tan trousers. He tilted his head, kissing you deeper, sliding his tongue into your mouth, fucking it, savoring your moan and your whimper for more.

Namjoon opened his eyes, sensing something was off.

And then he screamed.

“What the fuck?!”

Your head was in his hand and your body wasn’t attached to your head.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

What…

WHAT’S WRONG?!

Namjoon sputtered, holding you head, gawking at your headless body – oh, well, at least there wasn’t a huge, gaping wound of blood and guts, just a weird smooth skin-like surface poking out of the ruffled neckline, wait, was that better or worse? Namjoon couldn’t decide – struggling to choose whether to drop your head or not, because chucking your head away from him would be very rude, but you were headless, not nearly headless, actually headless, what the fuck???

“Oh… You’re not going to pass your test?”

Namjoon jerked his head towards your, er, disembodied head in his hand. “Wha… What?”

“Your test.”

He blinked slowly. “… My test?”

And suddenly Namjoon found he was very, incredibly, disturbingly horny.

You smiled at him in his hand and he was finding it less and less weird by the second.

“The sacrifice doesn’t actually sacrifice anything,” you explained to him. “Only the players sacrifice something.”

Um, your body was moving and it was taking off his denim jacket. Well, it was quite hot with the fire on and his surging arousal. He had to switch hands so you – your body? good gracious, how was he supposed to differentiate – could remove it, tossing it to the armchair, your hands sliding up his shirt, shivering slightly at the coolness of your touch on his skin.

“Sacrifice w-what?” he gasped, trying to figure out why he was so horny. He did not have a Headless Horseman kink.

Wait.

Namjoon looked up to the mantle of the fireplace, seeing the old book.

The Headless Horseman by Thomas Mayne Reid.

His pants were being removed.

He looked at your head. “The Doctor. What do they want?”

You smiled, the fire casting shadows over your face, making you more mischievous.

“Orgasms.”

Oh, right.

Right, yeah, that totally makes NO FUCKING SENSE.

Namjoon rational brain was trying to figure out what the fuck was going on, but his lizard brain was telling him to put your head onto his raging, now exposed hard-on that was currently being touched and jacked by your hands. He sucked in a breath, looking down, still very confused, but now preoccupied with your breasts pressed up to his naked ass and your arms winding around his hips, rubbing the pre-cum all over his stiff length, your hard nipples rubbing against the back of his thighs.

It was very disorienting.

He was very horny.

“You’re, um, not really dead or anything, right? Please tell me you’re not.”

You laughed brightly. “Nah. It’s part of the experience.” Right. Experience. This was either very good CGI or some unexplainable hocus pocus and Namjoon was beginning to think it was the latter. “Remember what I said? Everyone goes in and no one comes out the same.” No wonder the reviews were vague. How was he supposed to explain this? My fuckbuddy materialized as a headless being and I had an immense, uncontrollable urge to fuck her. And am probably going to. Right now. Yeah, no. He was going to keep this to himself.

Yeah, maybe Namjoon was about to develop a Headless Horseman kink.

“So… this isn’t real?”

You popped out of his hand, floating.

Uh…!

You tilted your head, grinning. “You tell me if this feels real or not.”

“What – oh, fuck!”

Your head swooped down, your hair flaring out and then your tongue was on him, wrapping around the swollen head of his cock, dripping saliva everywhere and, despite the literal millions of questions his very wrinkly brain had for trying to rationalize what the fuck was going on, Namjoon’s horny brain was now on full-blast, squashing all the questions and cramming them into the part of the brain labelled, Random Things to Remember at Inopportune Times Such as Existential Crisis Moments Right Before Bed.

Yes, at this moment, Namjoon decided he did not care about anything but getting his dick sucked.

It might not have been the most lucid choice, but he wasn’t even sure if this was real life and, anyway, Namjoon never turned down a sex dream no matter how weird it was. It certainly didn’t feel like a dream. He was looking down and it felt very real, watching your head under his length and he felt the warmth of your wet pink tongue flick upwards and curl around his girth, felt your spit-covered hands coating him all over, a tight, unhindered grip. It was an unbelievable angle, but your head wasn’t attached to your body, remember – oh, that was a weird thing to remember – but how else would he be able to feel your hard nipples rubbing all over his ass while you were stroking his cock and have you lick his balls with minimal effort, able to get lower and suck them both in your mouth, ho-o-oly shit, tongue circling the sensitive skin and the red head of his cock rubbing against your forehead, in complete ecstasy but also vaguely wondering how you hands knew what to do.

Stop wondering Namjoon, it’s magic, who the fuck cares?

Well, okay, he accepted that answer for now.

“Just, fuck, put it in your mouth!”

He grabbed your head and pressed the tip into your lips, forcing his way into your mouth. Your hands let him go, sliding down, cupping his wet balls with wet hands, and he moaned, forcing his way down your throat, ugh, you always took him so well, always with those pretty eyes looking up at him, throat tight and willing, a tiny bit of defiance but succumbing to his thrusts the rougher they were, knowing exactly what he liked, massaging his balls with perfect precision, something you couldn’t do when being face-fucked – there were bodily limits after all, you always had to hold onto his thighs to keep your head still – but not now, not now because your head was still in his hands, sorcery or whatever, who the fuck cared, deeper, rough, strong, everything you liked, moaning in your throat, vibrating him, your nails raking the underside of his wet balls, oh, fuuuck, that’s so good, oh shit, circling the sensitive skin, tingles up his spine that melded with the constant pleasure of your tight, wet throat and, well.

You could probably…

Fuck it.

Namjoon let go of your head.

Yup, your head kept moving.

This was all very surreal but he tried not to think about it too much.

“Come here,” he growled.

He gripped your shoulder and dragged you around, pulling off the unbuttoned nightgown and revealing your naked body – mmm, headless or not, still sexy, bruh, this was weird – stepping back and pushing your body into the armchair. He was careful not to hit your head… still sucking to his dick, oh, f-fuck, that thing you did with your tongue running up from base to the head felt amazing, and grabbed your ass, pulling you up, your hands gripping the armrests of the chair, arms trembling as he planted his face into your wet pussy.

The traditional sixty-nine was great, but not exactly the most optimal to get the most pleasurable position of eating out and sucking dick. You could get the best positions in a threesome, but Namjoon didn’t want a threesome. He wanted your mouth and your pussy. That wasn’t possible, under normal circumstances.

Unless…?

Unless your head was detached from your body, eh?

Oh dear, maybe he did have a Headless Horseman kink.

The time to be worried about the weirdness of his kinks was not now, because, as usual, you tasted like delectable sin itself, thick and sweet and viscous, sticking to his cheeks and mouth, making him moan and thrust into your mouth, so tight and soft, fuck, he loved your tight mouth and soft lips. He shoved his tongue inside you, oh, yes, so delicious, your moan stimulating his entire length and your pussy leaking into his mouth, his tongue circling your entrance, flicking that hard nub that made you whimper and plead for him, bucking his hips into your face to shut you up, rough but he knew you could take it, especially because your approval gushed into his mouth. He had so much control like this, fuck, it was addicting, closing his lips around your sensitive clit, sucking hard, feeling it throb under his tongue and get bigger, lapping at it rapidly, precision and power, thrusting his hips in time with his tongue, your taste in his throat and feeding his pleasure, your hips shaking in his hands.

He was so close so fast.

It took no time at all.

Your mouth at the perfect position, your pussy perfectly in his face, swollen clit at the mercy of his tongue, sucking hard, his twitching cock buried into your constricting throat, wet balls smacking your chin, your tongue sliding up and rubbing against the slit before going back down and choking yourself with his thick girth.

Namjoon groaned into your pussy, sucking hard.

You whined and he shot into your throat, forcing you to swallow or choke, and you chose to swallow of course, flooding his chin and cheeks with a splatter of your juices, sticky and delicious, forcing him to lick it off or breathe and he chose to lick it off, moaning, feeling your tongue circle around him, drinking his cum in loud gulps, yelping as he lowered your hips and attached his mouth to your nipples, licking them all over, pinching the other, squeezing the hard nub.

Your mouth detached from him, head floating back up.

“H-Hey…! My head might be detached, but I can still f-feel everything!”

“Yeah?” Namjoon chuckled, realizing his voice was now gravelly and excessively deep, but he remembered you liked that. “You can feel this?”

He gripped both of your hard nipples and tugged up, clamping them between his fingertips.

“A-Ah, y-yes, I caaaaaaan…”

He cocked an eyebrow. A thought crossed his mind. “Do I need a condom?”

Your face was twisted in pleasure, but you gave him an incredulous look regardless. “Namjoon, my head isn’t attached to my fucking body. I’m pretty sure pregnancy is out of the question.”

Oh, right.

He plunged his still-hard cock between your spread-open legs.

“Gah!”

He let go of your nipples and grabbed your head, kissing you, tasting himself in your lips, slapping his hips into you. Oh, fuck, he always dreamed about this, maybe (intact) you would let him at some point, but for the moment he was going to savor your delicious, raw pussy sucking him in, every ridge and pulse pleasuring him from head to base, his entire length in pure ecstasy, pulling you away from his face, grinning, crazy ideas flying through his head.

“Suck my balls.”

You gawked at him. “How the fuck–?”

Even you seemed to forget your head was detached.

Namjoon arced his arm around and shaved your face into his ass, slapping his hips down into yours. He grabbed your hands and pushed them to your tits, your body getting the hint, kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples, your moans vibrating his nuts as your tongue flew over them sloppily, licking yourself and him, saliva everywhere, messy, dirty, and Namjoon realized that there was a big downside to all this despite the vast amount of pleasure he was getting from your lips wrapping around one of his balls as he steadily and powerfully pounded your pussy.

He missed seeing your face.

Weird skin-covered neck stump was not doing it for him.

Er.

Thus, he chose to stare at your tits, his hands on the armrests of your chair, much better, your pretty hands on your pretty breasts playing with your nipples, focusing on the way you clenched around him and your agile tongue flickering over his balls and grazing his asshole, do it, lick me all over dirty girl, this was a fantasy anyway, right, and you did, warm wet tongue circling the tight ring of muscle, holy shit, sucking on his balls and his ass, reaching back with one hand and spreading himself out to give you more access, hitting that depth and your walls choking him, and he was there, there, orgasm so fast and so hard. He bellowed your name so loudly that it filled up the entire library, the coil inside him snapping, his cock jerking inside you, fierce pumps filling you deep inside, hearing the lewd squelch of punching his own cum deeper into you with every continued thrust, your walls shuddering and throbbing around him, spilling your release onto his crotch and down his balls for your waiting mouth to lick up.

Wow.

Future Namjoon would be very jealous of past Namjoon as he continued to slowly thrust into you, getting himself hard again, because why the fuck not creampie you?

“Er, can your head come back up here? I miss your face…”

“Oh, yeah, sure, but that’s a bit normal, isn’t it? We should try all the weird stuff when I’m like this, no?”

“One normal orgasm and then we’ll go back to experimenting, okay?”

“Oookay…”

Before your head returned, Namjoon spotted a crystal sitting on the mantle, sitting beside the worn-out book. He must have missed it earlier. It was greenish-blue with tinges of pink in the firelight, glimmering like the aurora borealis in the darkness.

Your face came into view and he looked away, capturing you in a kiss.

-

kim seokjin.

“Okay, Seokjin, you can do this. You can. There’s light there. It’s fine. It’s fine.”

Kim Seokjin peered down the dark stone hallway and heard the sound of dripping water.

“Yeah, FUCK NO, LET ME OUT!”

He spun around and came face-to-face with the stone wall, about to beat his fists against it, but then he would injure his beautiful hands and fighting rock wasn’t exactly his forte, so he resorted to yelling at it.

“Yah! I know you have cameras here!” His eyes darted to the corners of the hall, peering at the crevices of stone, searching for the glare of a lens. “Where is camera? Eh? I know there has to be one!” There had to be, otherwise how would they guarantee the safety of this billion-won face?! Not that Seokjin had a billion won – yet – but it wasn’t out of the realm of question!

“H-Hey! This isn’t funny! Well, they didn’t say it was going to be funny, they said it was going to be scary… hey! I don’t like scary! Then why did you come, Seokjin? I don’t know, she was acting really cute and everyone else was coming with me, so I figured it would be okay, but now I’m separated and I don’t know how I got here…”

This was a very impressive monologue. Someone better be filming this so he could submit it as an audition tape later.

Focus, Seokjin!

“Um…”

He edged down the hallway, back to the stone. He wiggled forward slightly, getting closer and closer to the corner.

“Hello?”

There was light past the corner. He could see it, silvery moonlight that pooling out. He could only see part of it. He would have to look around the corner to see more.

“H-Hello?”

It echoed a little. The sound of dripping water was faint, probably at the far, far side of the room.

“If you’re a spooky person, I’ll fight you! I’m not the bravest but I’m too handsome to die and the main character can’t die!”

Right?

Seokjin looked up at the ceiling and mouthed, you better not let me die, not at least without eating a delicious meal beforehand, I want medium rare steak, a huge piece, I’m talking ginormous–

His talk with the higher beings was interrupted by the sound of your name.

Seokjin shrieked and jumped his length in height.

“AAAAAAA!”

Wait.

“Namjoon?!”

He recognized that strong, deep voice. Oh, sweet alpacas with red scarves, he was saved!

“Namjoon! Namjoon-ah, hyung is coming! Please save me!”

Okay, he sounded braver until the last declaration, but that didn’t matter because Seokjin was running, his black cardigan flapping over his thick white sweater, it was kind of cold here, yeesh, skidding on his sneakers as he rounded the corner, hoping to fall into Kim Namjoon’s massive chest and biceps, but he did not.

Instead, he encountered a huge, ginormous cavern.

“W-Whoa!”

Was he underground? Holy shit, this thing was HUGE, bigger than his admiration for his own face (impressive). Seokjin took a few steps inward, jaw dropped, looking at the walls that shimmered with greens and blues. The grey stone here seemed to have crystals embedded in it. He ran his fingers over it, entranced by the unique color, and looked up to see the domed cavern, the geodes connecting to create a vein-like pattern that circled around the top opening way, way up there, exposing the night sky of stars and a full moon covered in tendrils of red.

Well.

Seokjin could not do one pull-up, let alone rock climb his ass up there.

Shit.

The blue-green crystals shimmered and seemed to pulse with glimmers of pink, similar to an aurora borealis.

“How did that house hide this huge room?” he wondered out loud, shuffling his way downward. The floor sloped down but he was too busy staring up to search for an exit – or a camera. Any evidence at all that someone was watching.

Please, someone be watching and ensure my safety.

“Namjoon?” Seokjin called again, remembering that he somehow heard his friend’s voice, finally lowering his head to look in front of him. He was at the center of the massive rock cavern now.

He did not see Namjoon.

Seokjin saw himself.

“Gah!”

He jumped back and the other person jumped back. Whoa! Wait. He frowned and the other person frowned. Hold up. He scooted a little closer and stuck his tongue out and waved his hands. The other person did the same.

Oh. It was his reflection.

Seokjin checked his hair, arranging the black strands and exposing a little of his forehead. Nice. “Wow, friend, you look great today! Very handsome!” Yes, maybe he was going to die, but he was not going to die without a compliment, even if he was complimenting himself. There was no one else he could coerce, ahem, gently remind to provide him with words of affirmation, so Seokjin was simply going to have to do it himself.

“What a weird place to put a mirror though,” he mumbled, gazing at the thick, intricate gold frame. “At least it’s being put to good use though, haha! After all, I am here to check and see if it still works, right? Someone has to do it, ehe!”

Yes, Seokjin was talking to himself to ease his compounding nervousness, please send help, he was about to have a mental breakdown in two seconds. He tried to focus on something else, like the details in front of him. The mirror was very large and stood alone in the center of the cavern. It towered above him, hand-carved floral pattern all over, arched frame with extended posts at the top corners. The center tapered to a point, grooved spokes framing a grape-shaped decorative wooden onlay.

He paused, seeing writing at the top of the mirror. Seokjin squinted. It appeared to be some sort of notice. A sign, perhaps. He placed his hands on his hips and frowned at it.

“Hmph. Well, that sign can’t stop me because I can’t read!”

He looked down and Korean splashed across the mirror.

“Oi!”

Apparently, the mirror came with subtitles.

The Mirror of Erised erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

Okay, never mind.

“What kind of shitty Korean translation is this? Yah, did you use Google Translate? At least use Papago!”

The text disappeared as Seokjin waved his fist and yelled at the clouds in the sky above him.

“Sheesh…”

He sighed and lowered his gaze again, looking back at the mirror.

It was not him in the mirror.

Well… it was. And it wasn’t. Because that was his face… but softer, more feminine features. And that was his hair, but longer, framing the symmetrical face, large brown eyes, long lashes, full lips. And the body… was not his body. The body was wearing a long, black silk robe that clung to all the curves. Seokjin recognized that body, because it was his favorite – other than his own – his favorite that belonged to a great laugh, one that he treasured very much. A bright laugh that accompanied his shitty dad jokes when no one else would.

Maybe to boost his pride, but Seokjin didn’t care, because you were doing it for him.

It was his favorite body and just looking at it made his heart race and heat pool downward.

He reached up and touched his fingertips to the reflective glass, calling your name softly.

“Hey, Seokjin.”

That was definitely your voice.

You raised your left hand touched the glass too, and he could almost feel the heat of your fingertips.

“Wha… What are you doing in there?” he asked, concerned, placing his other hand on the glass. “And why do you have my face? What’s going on?”

“What do you mean, what am I doing in here?” You frowned, confused. “This is your test.”

Test? Oh, right. He was in the haunted house with that weird beaky Doctor… person. The waiver said something about a test. Wait. Was he still even in the haunted house? How did a house have such a big cave? Was he in an alternate dimension? Ugh. This was too much. Seokjin liked simple thoughts. Too much thinking was Namjoon’s job, not his job. His job was to stand there and look pretty and occasionally cook a delicious feast.

“Guh?”

Great response, Seokjin. If acting school taught you anything it was to speak from the heart and, by golly, what a heart you got there with your ever expressive ‘guh,’ your professor would have a hissy fit and make you redo the scene.

“This is a mirror that shows your greatest desire,” you explained.

His eyes widened. “R-Really?”

You furrowed your – his? – eyebrows.

“What do you mean, why do I have you face?”

Seokjin backed up a little. “Er…”

Your eyes widened, pointing at him. “Your greatest desire is to fuck a female version of yourself with my body?!”

Bullseye, right to the heart, panic, panic, panic, deny, deny, deny!

“What, n-no, whatever gave you t-that idea, I – why are you in there anyway, shouldn’t I be trying to get you out, ahahahahahahaha–”

“Seokjin!”

“It might be nice?!” he yelped shrilly, immediately giving up, waving his arms. “I mean, it’s not gonna happen or anything, so pfft, who cares, it’s just a very ridiculous, absurd fantasy–”

Your arm plunged forward, through the glass of the mirror, and grabbed his arm, yanking him into the mirror.

You pulled him…

INTO THE MIRROR.

“What the fuh–!”

A weird tingly sensation exploded through him and suddenly he was in a completely different room with a huge white bed, naked, and overwhelmingly horny. He coughed, incredibly confused, highly, extremely, exceedingly aware that his dick was smashed into your silk-covered hip, his brain trying to catch up with whatever the fuck was happening. So many questions. How did he walk through the magic mirror? Did he have magical powers? Was he actually Harry Potter – no, he would look better in the glasses for sure – then, why was he suddenly naked? Did phasing through mirror remove all clothing and could he get them back at some point, because quite frankly he was not ready to bare it all to the public, only figuratively via his acting, not actually, oh and why did you having his face result in him thinking that was incredibly sexy, did that make him a narcissist or simply just validate the idea that if you had his babies, they would come out good-looking?

Wait.

What?

Seokjin was not ready to have babies yet, he was still a child himself in some ways, or at least he thought so.

But.

You looked good?!

Seokjin clutched your arms very tightly and planted you in front of him. “U-Um… w-w-why are we naked?”

“I think we’re supposed to fuck,” was your nonchalant reply to his chest.

Oh, well, naturally, wait, what?!

“Ack, what, is this Doctor person some kind of pervert or–” Seokjin sputtered.

You looked up at him. “I mean, you’re a pervert.”

Seokjin felt his cheeks burn hot. “W-Well, you’re naked!” Oh, dear, he was liking his female face on your body too much, tooooooo much, thank God none of the guys were around to witness this, good thing it was alone…

“I think the Doctor is watching?” You pouted confusedly and Seokjin felt his insides melt. Not that your regular pout wasn’t cute as fuck, but combined with his extra plump lips was creating the perfect picture. “They said they wanted us to be safe and enjoy our time here.”

Seokjin felt his hard dick slide from your covered thigh, right up between your legs.

!!!

“Ahem, um, sorry, it’s, just, you’re wearing this very nice silk robe that’s clinging to your very nice tits and very nice ass and did I mention you have a very nice face, well, I guess it’s my face, erm, your regular face is very beautiful too, I mean, I like looking at it, yah, this is getting weird, I, uh…”

You blinked at him with his eyeballs and eyelashes.

This was very weird, yes.

“I think we’re supposed to fuck.”

Yes, moving on.

“At least, that’s what I did with Namjoon.”

“Oh! You’ve seen Namjoon! How is he? Is he okay? What happened to him?”

You opened your – his? okay, he was going to stop thinking that now – mouth and closed it again abruptly. “I can’t say.”

He frowned. “Why?”

You pointed up. “The waiver. The contract. You can’t say what happened to you in here.”

Seokjin was about to protest and then stopped. Well. He was not about to tell anyone that one of his greatest desires was to fuck a female version of himself that had the hottest body he knew, which happened to be the same fuckbuddy of his six other friends.

No, Seokjin was probably going to keep that information to himself.

“I’m allowed to say we fuck though,” you added brightly. “The Doctor said I could say that. Everybody fucks.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Everybody?”

You screwed up your face in a cute expression of concentration. “Maybe just us. The Doctor said it depends on the spiritual energy of the group. Apparently, we radiate…” You raised your hands to provide air quotes. “Mad horny chaotic energy. Can you believe that? The nerve. That’s not us at all, right Seokjin?”

He found himself humping the space between your thighs, gasping as your juices leaked down onto his length.

“No, that’s absurd. We would never.”

You nodded childishly. “Yeah! Hard agree. By the way, there’s no condoms because there’s some kind of enchanted protection from pregnancy or something. It’s pretty neat.”

A thought crossed his mind. “Well… are you even real? I mean, I don’t want you to get plastic surgery to match my face, that’s super creepy…” He trailed off, trying not to think about it and therefore thinking about it. Yikes.

You shrugged. “Maybe it’s magic? Maybe it’s Maybelline?”

Seokjin blinked rapidly.

“Okay, I just don’t want you to think I don’t like your regular face, because I do, I kind of miss it right now even, however we’re in these circumstances so we might as well–”

You held up a hand. “I gotchu.”

Aha. Ahahaha. He wasn’t about to? No. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t real. He was dreaming. This was all a very weird, very horny, very – oh, fuck! – real-feeling tongue wrapping itself around his leaking cock and Seokjin jerked his head down to see you sliding down to your knees, adjusting happily before winding your wet, slick, pink tongue – his tongue? no, stop that! oh, sweet alpacas with red scarves, him, Kim Seokjin, Worldwide Handsome himself, was not going to make it – gasping at the ferocious rush of pleasure, so strong it felt as if all of his veins were saturated and bursting with lust.

Did he eat something weird before this? A fucking aphrodisiac? Holy shit!

He did have a sip of Yoongi’s weird ginger tea. If anyone was going to poison him, it would definitely be Yoongi. What? What was he even thinking? Nope, goodbye thoughts, hello thrusting his entire hard dick down your throat and your tongue snaking out to lap at his balls, scooping them to your chin with your hands, watching your eyes roll back a little and stuffing as much of his balls and cock into your mouth and slipping your tongue all over them.

“Oooh, fuck, I, er, you, er, we…? Look really hot sucking dick...?” he sputtered, suddenly dizzy with all the thinking.

It was not that Seokjin didn’t have complex thoughts.

He just didn’t want to have an existential crisis while having sex, okay?

Thankfully, you didn’t react to his weirdness, and soothed all his feelings by letting go of his balls, grabbing his ass, and ramming his dick into your throat at the deepest possible angle. Yes, after that, Seokjin decided to daintily set the existential crisis aside for later and grip your hair and thrust his hips into your face repeatedly, freely moaning and giving up control – not that he had any, he was just trying to be somewhat responsible as the eldest in the group, but the group wasn’t here and he was face-fucking his fantasy, so all responsibility was out the window.

He savored the tightness, the wetness, the way your wet muscles closed in and squeezed the head, the way your flexible tongue followed a different pace and teased the slit every time he pulled back and flicked down the entirety of his length, ah, yes, such soft lips, such an excellent tongue, such delightful whimpering moans that made his core tingle with excitement hearing them. Your fingernails dug into his ass, trying to hold on and he pushed you to the limit, tensing all his muscles tighter and tighter, holding back, closer, longer, deeper, harder thrusts and your palms pressed into his thighs, encouraging him to use your throat, almost, almost, tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling firmly, your whine of pain mixing with his lustful groan, pushing you all the way down and feeling his cock twitch and spill thick streams into your swallowing throat, the motion constricting around the sensitive tip, gasping your name, running his fingers through your hair, his eyes closed, cherishing every single sound you made.

“Seokjin…”

Pulling you up, dirty kisses, tumbling to the mysterious bed, laughing – “Hey, I’m a good kisser, aren’t I?” “Yes, Seokjin, you are an excellent kisser, are you satisfied now that you know?” “Greatly.” – lips on lips again, plush and soft with the familiar pressure and eagerness of your touch and he knew it was you, well, it was hard for it to be not you, especially when he entered you and nearly passed out from the pure ecstasy that was your pussy, and it was his features but your expression, your scent, your moan, your arms hooking around his neck, pushing your hips up to meet him, falling into rhythm, hips smacking into hips, sinking into your hot tightness.

It was a very lewd sound, but Seokjin liked it.

Harder, faster, pounding you into the bed, his eyes but your lust, his name in your voice, the sweetest sound along with your laugh and the way you gripped his hair and gasped, clenching around him and the sweet smell became stronger, slicker, hot pulses that sent him into gasping shudders, slamming his hips down and moaning in your face, his hair all over his eyes, dropping down, capturing your lips, blissful kiss, his hips flinching and squirming as he came inside you, your walls squeezing it out of him, making him dizzy, your tongue dancing across his lips and him forcefully sucking on it, needy whines quivering in your throat.

Now Seokjin concluded several things about himself.

Good kisser? Confirmed. Great expressions when being fucked? Confirmed. Looked great from orgasming? Confirmed – he always worried he might look a bit dumb, but you looked beautiful, so Seokjin was sure he looked handsome.

He picked up your legs and grinned. You blinked at him.

“How much time do we have?”

You shrugged, his cock still inside you. “Until everyone is done, I guess?”

“Oh, awesome, that means we have tons of time!”

-

min yoongi.

Ah. So, this was how it went.

He tried the door beside him. Locked, of course. Hm. He placed his hand against it and pushed. Heavy wood, not just some cheap particle board. Stained this dark cherry color, not painted. Interesting. He turned around, holding his metal thermos loosely in his hand. The extra-strong ginger tea he made wasn’t for him. It was for whenever any of his friends asked for a drink so he could watch them recoil in disgust and cough. Sadistic? No. Prankster? Maybe. Hotel?

Not Trivago by the looks of this run-down room.

Min Yoongi took in his surroundings carefully. Shelves upon shelves of strange little knickknacks. Crystals. Tarot cards. Strange coins he had never seen before, old books with worn-out bindings, the shed skin of a rattlesnake. He squinted at it, seeing the diamond pattern. Hm. There were lit pillar candles in pewter candleholders everywhere, their flames flickering when he moved past them. A fire hazard for sure with all this wood around them. Tsk, tsk. Yoongi noticed the shelf brackets were intricately carved wood.

Leaf designs with clusters of grapes.

He turned to the center of the room. There was a table with a black tablecloth on it. Nothing else. Two chairs, study wood with black leather cushioning.

It must have something to do with his test.

Yoongi wasn’t a purveyor of the spooky, but he was fine with it. It did not scare him, although it did sometimes surprise him. He mostly came because you asked. Anything you asked and wasn’t completely ridiculous, he would do.

That was what Yoongi decided he would do and so he followed though.

This wasn’t what he expected for a haunted house, but that made it more interesting. He didn’t really like jump scares anyway. Being separated from everyone wasn’t ideal, but it did make sense. It made everyone’s experience unique and there was fear in being alone. Yoongi could see that.

Something shiny caught his eye.

He walked over to it, to the other side of the room. It was a sheriff’s badge, or what appeared to be a badge. He placed his thermos down on the shelf and picked up the heavy tarnished silver. It was in the shape of a sun with a weird-looking smiley face. He turned it around in his hand and saw something written on the back.

Do you need permission?

Yoongi frowned. “Permission to do what?” he mumbled, putting it back down. He heard a sound behind him and whipped his head around.

There was a black hooded figure sitting at the table now.

Instinct told him to raise his fists immediately.

Then Yoongi thought about it and lowered his fists. He signed some weird paper earlier. Punching an actor would not be advisable. He didn’t have the money for that lawsuit. He wasn’t strong enough to knock anybody out anyway. Yet. He was working on that. Working out with Jungkook, Jimin, and Namjoon was helpful, but he had only recently gotten into it. Also, the hooded figure hadn’t done anything.

Yet.

“Who are you?” Yoongi asked, keeping his eyes on the darkness of the opening.

No answer.

He didn’t really expect one but he figured he’d ask anyway.

Well, might as well get this over with. Yoongi took each step carefully, one by one, circling the table to the other chair, not turning his back on the figure. It reminded motionless, the heavyweight black cloak covering everything. It seemed pretty clear what he was supposed to do.

Yoongi sat down at the table, straightening his leather jacket with a loud jingle of zippers.

Underneath, a black sweater with holes in it and black jeans with a chain. Thick-soled black boots with silver hardware. Fashion, or something like that. Yoongi liked to look nice. It made him feel calmer when he felt more like himself. You always complimented him on his style, so he tried not to look sloppy.

“Sssssss.”

Uh.

Somehow, his brain auto-translated the hissing sound as if he was watching Netflix.

Show me your hand, palm up.

Uhhh. Hm. Maybe he misheard? Yoongi narrowed his eyes, tilting his head and trying to look under the black hood. It was no use. The candles were not enough light and there were no windows in this room. Alright. It was getting a little weird, but that was the whole schtick, right? If he knew what the sound meant, then he had to choose to do what it said or not.

Yoongi placed his hand on the table, palm up.

The shoulders raised as if the figure was inhaling, and the sides rose, large sleeves lifting. A pair of hands emerged from the openings and Yoongi almost drew back his hand seeing the long, pointed nails that seemed to be covered in crystals. The fingers spread out, reaching towards him, and he stopped, the nail crystals shimmering in the candlelight. Green, blue and even pink, like the light of an aurora borealis.

He knew those hands.

Yoongi looked up to the hood and furrowed his brow as your hands cupped his hand, pulling it across the table. He could be wrong. How could you get a manicure so fast? This wasn’t that kind of establishment, although perhaps at this point that would be the least weird thing about this place.

Also.

You were hissing at him and that was weird.

What was even weirder was that he was understanding you.

“The lines of your palm reveal your true self.”

He looked at it. “Which line says I want to go home and go to bed?”

“This one.”

He raised his eyebrows. “There’s an actual line?”

The finger turned around and Yoongi laughed out loud.

You were flipping him off.

The other hand quickly reached up and pulled back the hood, revealing your face. Yoongi heard the sounds, a wispy sort of laugh that mirrored yours, and his own laugh, a little raspy and wry, only for his laugh to die in his throat as he stared at your face that was not quite your face.

Your eyes slid down to look at him, unlinking, bright yellow with slitted pupils.

Uh.

Your hair was pushed back, sleek, slicked against your head as if wet, and your face had a faint pattern around your temples. Like scales.

Snakeskin scales.

You smiled at him, pink tongue flickering.

Oookay, either this place had some insane special effects makeup or he was on acid right now. Not that Yoongi had ever taken acid or could even guess what that felt like, but there must be a hallucinogen in the air because you had fangs and an extra-long tongue and Yoongi would call himself a kinky freak, sure, but…

Well.

He did always say he loved your tongue.

“Hey, Yoongi.”

He said your name very slowly and very deliberately, not quite believing it was you, but he had a strong, strong feeling it was, and Yoongi’s dick was telling him it was you, and he trusted him since his dick didn’t wake up for much. Just like him.

What?

He had high standards and didn’t waste his time with the talentless.

“Should I ask what happened to your face or is it a result of this place?” he asked, tilting his head.

You seemed to sigh with relief. “Oh, great, I don’t have to explain everything again. You always catch on fast, Yoongi.”

“I am a genius.”

You smiled playfully. He liked your smile. He wasn’t going to tell you that, of course. That would be embarrassing. And Yoongi wasn’t embarrassing. Yeah. Anyway. Moving on. Yes, distract from awkward thoughts with the purpose at hand. Yup.

“Is this my test?”

You snapped your fingers, hissing pleasingly. “Ah, yes. Your test, your experience, your…” You trailed off.

Yoongi cocked an eyebrow.

You pointed to him. “You’re not allowed to tell anyone about what’s going to happen.”

He tucked his tongue in his cheek. “Why not?”

“You signed the waiver.”

He hummed. “Mmm, what Is the Doctor going to do? Send a legal team after me?”

“Yoongi…”

He grinned, highly amused. “Come on, no one is gonna believe me that my favorite plaything grew snake-like facial features. It’s not going to matter if I say anything or not.”

You pouted at him. “I’m not a plaything.”

Yoongi softened his grin to a gentle smile.

“I know. I will always want you in my life no matter what.”

Your lips parted, staring wide-eyed at him.

He smirked, beckoning you with the fingers of his right hand on the table. “Come here. Let me show you.”

Then you did something really weird, even for Yoongi.

You unclasped the cloak, revealing your naked breasts underneath, and crawled onto the table, the lower half of your body slithering towards him.

His eyes shot wide open, seeing the skin between your belly button meld into scales – snake scales, glittering dark teal-green, so dark it was almost black, flexible body sliding from side to side, closer and closer, heavy thud and curl of your snake tail flicking the air, your human legs gone.

Gone.

Yoongi held up his hand very quickly, signaling the time-out.

“Explain.”

You looked down. “Ah. Oh. I’m a snake.”

His eyes darted to your face, disbelieving. “Hah. That doesn’t explain shit.”

You placed a hand on your, er, snake tail and shrugged. “Er… would you believe me if I said I wasn’t surprised by now?”

Yoongi felt his eyebrows shoot up into his hair.

“I can’t elaborate about it,” you grumbled. “Contracts and red tape and stuff.” You pointed up to the ceiling. “The Doctor says I’m not allowed to say.” He gave you a look that indicated he did not give two shits about the Doctor and the shady papers. “Come on, Yoongi, you signed the paper too.”

He thinned his eyes and mouth into lines.

Then, lightbulb.

“The Doctor picked you on purpose.”

You blinked confusedly. “What do you mean? I offered myself as tribute.”

Yoongi looked at you and then he looked at the wooden ceiling above him. There was nothing to see, not even a camera lens or a carved peephole, but you were somehow a half-snake lady sitting on a table so Yoongi figured rational rules of physics did not apply.

“You knew, huh? How did you know?” he asked the ceiling. The ceiling did not answer.

“Yoongi, what are you talking about?”

He lowered his head and locked eyes with you, feeling that he was right even though he didn’t have the real answer.

“Come on. Your tits are right in front of my face, and I’m already harder than fucking diamond in my pants. I’m horny for you in general, but this is different, like I’m being lured to fuck you, injected with so much lust that I somehow forget you’re a half-snake lady and bang you anyway – which I will, don’t get me wrong,” he added, then tilting his head up, squinting at the ceiling. “But they must have known somehow, because I would not want to fuck half-snake Jungkook if he somehow ended up being the sacrifice instead.”

“Really?”

He snapped his head down and glared at you.

“Okay, I was just asking… He’s cute and stuff…”

“Virgins aren’t my thing. That’s your thing,” he remarked, deadpan.

“I don’t have a virgin kink! And Jungkook wasn’t even a virgin the first time! Stop spreading misinformation!”

Yoongi caught your chin and pulled you down to his face, licking his teeth. “Yeah, but he pretends to act all innocent until he doesn’t and you like that.”

“No, I–”

But he didn’t let you finish, leaning forward and giving in, lips touching lips, and the reaction was instant, an electric kiss that soared through his entire body, lighting every nerve with vibrating want, even more so than usual, with the softness of your kiss turning rougher and more needy, to the way your hands came up and grabbed his head, long nails combing through his hair, and he was in your hold now, your grip, your constriction.

Yoongi trusted it, because it was you.

Your deft tongue flickered by his lips and he opened his mouth, gasping a little as it slid inside, his own tongue grazing the points of your fangs, and there was something else, something dripping from your saliva, a strange taste, seeping into his throat. Sweet but fiery. And now his clothes were too tight, too hot, too much, throwing his leather jacket off, the feeling spreading from his mouth and traveling downwards, similar to a numbing sensation, but this was something that increased the sensations, made them more intense, almost unbearable.

He broke the kiss, panting hard.

“You… Poison? But it’s more like an aphrodisiac…?”

He couldn’t even think straight.

You pulled your head back, pink tongue sliding out and Yoongi realized it was, indeed, extra-long and shiny, dripping saliva, and he wanted it on his dick.

Now.

“I like you, Yoongi,” you hissed defiantly, lowering yourself as he yanked his sweater over his head, throwing it onto the chair, breathing hard as he fought his jeans. He very nearly forgot he had been teasing you earlier. It was just something he did. He liked to see you squirm and argue and push back against him so he could fuck out your irritation and switch to desperately holding onto him, wanting him more than anyone else in that moment. He knew you liked him. You wouldn’t come back if you didn’t.

Yoongi simply wanted to hear you say that you liked him.

Strangely, this table was slightly lower than hip length. How convenient. Or maybe he had very long legs. He did have very long legs. Yoongi pushed down his jeans and boxer briefs, all the way down to his knees and ticked his head, smirking as your eyes drifted downward.

“Oh? You wanna show me how much you like me?”

You grinned, serpentine.

A small part of him thought he should be worried about the fangs and whatnot, but then again this was leaning much closer to ‘really fucking weird internet porno written fanatically at one in the morning’ rather than ‘possible violent mutilation’. Not sure why he was getting those vibes, maybe it was something in the air or the way you dipped down and slithered towards him, tongue extending and then wrapping around the entire length of his dick.

Realistic? No.

Hot as fuck? Yes, feeling his eyes widening, staring down as you wriggled closer, pink tongue wound around his dick in a spiral, bobbing your head back and forth. Powerful, tight, very precise control. This Doctor person was taking some serious creative liberties, but Yoongi was grateful for it. Snake lady sex? Not a kink he considered, no. Snake lady sex with his favorite fuckbuddy and who he would also consider a close friend (but possibly avoid telling you that to your face at all costs) with her excellent tits hanging off the edge of the table and his cock being choked by an unreasonably long tongue with some kind of aphrodisiac saliva that sent him into an almost dreamlike state of euphoria?

Okay. Yoongi could get on board with that.

Probably not something he was going to talk about with anyone later, no.

Damn.

Alright, Doc. You got me.

Before Yoongi could pursue his mental appreciation for the brilliance of the clever beaky mastermind, you swallowed his dick.

“Oh, fuck!”

Your hands came up to cup his ass and push him forward, sliding him down your throat, and Yoongi could get pretty damn far thanks to your skill with angles but something was happening. He heard a light pop sound and he jerked forward, so deep in your throat that he surely must have hit your gag reflex. He grasped your shoulders, stabilizing himself.

Holy fucking shit.

You just unhinged your jaw.

You. Just. UNHINGED. Your. Jaw?!

Wait.

You were part-snake. Did snakes gag? They swallowed their prey whole, sometimes prey much, much larger than them. Unlikely they gagged in the human sense, anyway. Oh. O-o-oh. Yoongi looked up at the ceiling.

Thanks, you weird beaky omnipresent sex god.

You moaned and swirled your tongue around his balls, sucking one into your lips to join his cock. Yoongi jerked his head down, gasping for breath, fixated on the bulge in your cheeks and his cock encased in your throat. He was not a biologist, nor did he give a rat’s ass about biology right now, too busy trying to comprehend how your tongue was circling his other nut and squeezing it as you began to forcefully suck and ram his cock down your neck with one of his nuts in your mouth in the process.

To say this was completely unexpected was an understatement.

“Oh, shit, harder, mmm, fuck, just like that, fuck!”

He was usually very calm and collected but, given the situation, that was an abandoned endeavor, too lost in the repeated wave after wave of immense, spine-tingling pleasure, so much slippery saliva, so much control, so tight but soft, and the end was coming so fast, so fast, trying to hold out, gripping your head, throwing his head back, desperate groans falling from his lips, expletives, your name, praises, all of it, ugh, he liked you so much, so fucking much, no matter what kind of new outlandish-sounding sex technique – or straight-up new body – you were trying, you always did everything so well and with such confidence that it blew him away, it really did, no matter if afterward you admitted you were apprehensive at the start. He admired that trait, he admired you, and you were really so fucking good at sucking dick.

Too fucking good.

“F-Fuck!”

Yoongi gasped and thrust his hips into your face, all the way down, and moaned loudly as he came down your throat, shuddering, borderline whine as you swallowed around him, muscles easing in a slow wave all over his jerking length, pulsing massage to milk it out of him, your tongue wiggling around his balls, lapping at them in a figure-eight that sent him into chain moans of blinding pleasure, legs shaking, flinching as he felt something slide behind him, touching his hot skin, cool scales to lean against, curling around him to hold him up.

Human flexibility was trash, Yoongi decided.

You slowly released him, licking up his torso, soft kisses, slithering up his chest, rising to his face, lips to lips, tasting himself with a satisfied hiss, hands on your face and your tail wrapping around him, pulling him close.

“Hey, uh…”

“Hm?” he hummed, savoring the moment.

“I don’t, uh… have a human pussy. Or asshole.”

Yoongi blinked. “How do snakes excrete waste then?”

You stuck out your hands and made a pained face. “I don’t think I’m in this form long enough to have to figure out how to go to the bathroom. But!” You brightened, pushing your breasts together and sticking your tongue out. Saliva dripped off the tip, falling into the crevice of your cleavage, the strong wet muscle quivering. “Eh? You down?”

Yoongi cocked his head, grinning. “Heck yeah, I’m down.”

Yes, a tit-fuck with the head of his cock wrapped in that tongue sounded fucking fantastic.

-

jung hoseok.

“Ugh, nooo, where is everyone, Smile Hoya is going to become Frown Hoya at this rate, waaah…”

Jung Hoseok was in prison.

Okay, he wasn’t in actual prison, but he was in a weird place with metal barred-off sections and stone walls. If that didn’t scream prison, what the fuck did?! He did not want to walk in here, but he had lost all his friends and it was either turn into a ghost while standing there petrified or turn into a ghost looking for his friends. What if his friends needed him? He didn’t think he was much help, but the thought of the younger ones freaking out all on their own was very worrisome so Hoseok sucked it up and slunk to the floor, crawling his way throughout the halls, calling their names in a despairing wail.

Yes, Hoseok could admit it. He was a scaredy-cat.

He did not like bugs, he did not like jump scares, he did not like this at all, but Namjoon and Jungkook had promised to protect him and now they were gone. Gone! At this point, he would have settled for Seokjin-hyung or Jimin to simply grab and cry with.

Ugh, Hoseok needed people. He did not like being alone at all.

He heard a quiet sniffle.

“A-Ah! Who’s t-t-there…?”

Wait. Why was he scared? Someone was crying. He edged towards the sound, still wary, but mildly worried, crouching and tiptoeing forward. It was going from the very end of the hall. This was very realistic. Too realistic. At least there was light in every cell, a window with iron bars that allowed large patches of moonlight to cascade over the floor. There were small puddles here and there, reflections of water that shimmered greenish-blue and, if he tilted his head, sometimes even pink, glimmering like the rays of an aurora borealis.

He heard water dripping nearby.

Drip.

“H-Hello?” he whimpered, scared for an answer.

Drop.

“H-Hoseok?”

That voice! He knew that voice! But hadn’t you gone with that Doctor person to the end of the haunted house? Did that mean he was at the end already? Oh, whew, it was over! He had only been alone for a short time and it was already over! Hoseok sprang up and ran to your voice, calling you name, skidding to a stop at the end. This cell was even open! Wow, how lucky! He clambered inside to the crouched form in the corner of the cell, sitting on the mattress wrapped in a thick black blanket.

“Hey, why are you on the floor–?”

You lifted your head and Hoseok fell over.

“W-Whoa!”

On top of your head, sticking out of your hair, was a pair of furry, rounded dog ears. Light brown, with black spots. They flicked back and forth, flattening at his reaction.

“Do I look scary…?” you whimpered, eyes shimmering. Puppy eyes.

“N-No, I just… didn’t expect the dog ears!” He reached up, almost scared to touch them. They popped back up, startling him a little. They looked so soft though. His fingers creeped forward and touched one, surprised at the heated velvetiness. “Wow, what a cool costume…” He followed the curve, down to your scalp, expecting to feel a headband or hair clip.

His fingertip hit your skin.

“… Eh?”

The ear was attached to your head.

“AAAAAAA!”

You yelped, cramming your hand over your ears, retreating further into the corner. “Don’t yell, please! My hearing is really good now!”

“T-They’re attached to your head! W-W-What, h-h-how?!”

You sat back up, still holding your ears against your head. Something was clinking around your neck. A heavy chain collar. Hoseok squinted at it. The tag was in the shape of a sun with a weird-looking smiley face. Strange. It jingled every time you moved.

You shrugged, lips twisting in a triangle pout. “I don’t know. I guess that’s part of the experience?”

Hoseok blinked rapidly. He was about to ask more questions, but then he heard a soft thump-thump, looking down to nearly faint again as he saw the long, sweeping black and tan tail sticking out from under the blanket.

“But I’m so glad to see you, Hoseok! I feel like I’ve been sitting here forever…”

Oh. Was that because he was blubbering and whimpering all his way down here? Oops… “Where are the others? Have you seen anyone else?”

You opened your mouth. Then you closed it, looking up at the sky. Hoseok looked up too, confused, seeing only the stone ceiling. He looked back down and you were thinning your eyes and mouth into lines, grumbling.

“I’ve seen Namjoon, Seokjin, and Yoongi,” you said. "But I can’t explain, because it’s part of the contract and wavier we signed.”

He felt the blood drain out of his face. “Are they dead?!”

You waved a hand, laughing a little. “No, no! They’re totally alive.” You gave him this look. “Very alive.” Wiggled your eyebrows. “Living their best lives.”

Question marks popped over his head. “Eh?”

“Never mind,” you corrected hastily. “Anyway, they all passed their tests but, um, I don’t know how you’re going to pass yours.”

“T-T-Test?” Hoseok had completely forgotten about the mention of any sort of test. “Like an escape room? Oh, shit, I’m terrible at those… I don’t even know what clues to look for, should I have been looking for clues…?”

“Er, no, you would be good at this test, I think…”

“Dance? Do I have permission to dance my way out of this?!”

“Ah, physical, yes, but not dancing…”

Big question mark now. “Huh?”

“Sex, Hoseok. You’re good at sex.”

Exclamation points. “I am? I am! Oh, wow, really? You think so? I think you’re better actually, my favorite thing about you is your eyes, they’re so pretty and expressive.”

Your cheeks flushed pink. “R… Really?” You tucked a spare strand of hair behind your ear shyly. “T-Thanks… I never thought about my eyes m-much…”

He thought about them. He thought about them a lot, actually. They were greatly expressive eyes that hid no emotion, let it be happiness, annoyance, sadness, anything. Maybe it was because you were around them, because you were definitely more guarded when you were around strangers. You used to chase all sorts of guys – well, usually guys who wore glasses and were studying big scary-sounding degrees – but not anymore. Now you only hung around them and you seemed much brighter and more content. Sometimes you suggested such crazy stuff – such as a haunted house, yeah, Hoseok found that crazy – but he found himself going along with it because you just seemed so happy.

He always wanted you to be happy.

“Ah, but… we have a problem.”

Hoseok tilted his head. “What’s the problem?”

You lowered the blanket to your bare shoulders to point to your ears. He felt his heart race a little seeing your exposed collarbones and shoulders. The collar was kind of cute too…

“Um…” You pointed to the sky. “The Doctor says I’m not a dog.”

Back to the question marks popping up in his brain. “But, the tail? The ears?”

You winced. “The Doctor said I’m a spotted hyena.”

And then Hoseok noticed your sharper teeth, your slightly pointed fingernails, and the darkness of your irises. “O… Oh?” He scratched his head. “Okay. That’s still a dog, no?”

You pointed to the sky. “Apparently, they’re more like cats than dogs, according to the Doctor.”

“Whoa, how knowledgeable. Are they a biologist?”

You were about to answer but instead you made a very strange noise. “A-Ah…”

“Is something wrong?” he asked worriedly, hurrying by your side. “Do you hurt somewhere? Show Hoseokie, I’ll take care of you.”

“Ack, um… Hoseok, I have a dick,” you blurted.

Somewhere, far off into the distance, there was the Windows ’98 sound of a PC shutting down.

…

You grimaced and yanked the blanket off your lap.

!!!!!!!

Hoseok felt his eye muscles expand so far that he was sure his eyes were going to fall out of his head at the sudden appearance of your naked body, shivering at the sudden exposure, and a very large, erm, appendage? Engorged… tissue… that was the equivalent of your clit?

No matter how he looked at it, it very much looked like a penis.

Well, there was no excuse now saying he couldn’t find it, right?

“O… Oh!”

You gripped the blanket underneath you, panting slightly, leaning back and opening your legs. Your pussy was still there, slick and wet already, with your, er, penis looking almost purple-red with strain, sticking straight up out of your body.

“It feels weird,” you gasped. “Ack, wait, s-stop looking at it, I don’t know about this…”

He stopped you from closing your legs. “Wait. You said this is my test.”

You stuck your hand over your, uh, dick and gawked at him. “Y-Yeah, but this is going too far, isn’t it? Maybe I can ask for a redo or something, you’re not going to want to–”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

“Hoseok, I have a dick, you don’t think that’s weird?”

He shrugged. “You are still you, right? Well, not exactly, you look different, but that’s fine, you are still you in here.” He reached forward and tapped your chest, smiling. You looked up at him, eyes full of wonder. “No matter how much you change on the outside, I will always want to be with you, if you let me. If this is who you are, then that’s fine with me.”

“O-Oh… well… I’m still a woman.”

He blinked at you. “Eh.”

You pointed to the ceiling. “The Doctor says all spotted hyenas have dicks, regardless of gender.”

“W-What? Really?” He blinked rapidly, astounded. Nature sure was something.

“Er… Hoseok…?”

He looked down and you were gazing back at him, breathing shallow.

“Can we do something about my massive erection?”

He jerked his head to it. A strange feeling overcame him, starting from his lower stomach to up his torso and down his legs, his arms, up to his head, strange and familiar, the same feeling he usually got when he was with you, except this time it was disturbingly strong, an impulse that refused to be ignored, something in the air or something about your face, he wasn’t sure, but instead of responding, Hoseok reached out and closed his hand around your length.

That was a thought he never thought he would have in his life, but here he was.

“A-Ah, whoa, that’s, oh, f-fuck…”

The great thing about sex with you was that he was not expected to act any particular way. He could let his instincts take over and not uphold some sort of image other people expected of him, because you did not expect him to be anything but himself and so he leaned forward, slowly stroking you the way he would himself, opening his mouth and spitting down the head.

“Oh, fuck!”

He grinned. “Having fun?”

You didn’t have much of a response except for a low moan and clutching the blanket below you, your tail curling around you and ears standing straight up, watching him leisurely pump you and spread his spit all over. He felt the skin pulse against his palm, twitching and hard, and he reached up with his free hand ad cupping your chin, pulling you into a kiss, keeping it sweet as he gripped a little tighter, causing you to gasp and moan into his mouth, feeling the desperation and need in your kiss, whining to his lips, faster, please, your eyes glazed over with lust.

“P-Please, Hoseok…”

His smirked, ticked his head. “Spit on your dick.”

You whimpered, hesitant.

“If you want me to go faster, you’re going to need it to be more slippery, otherwise it will hurt.”

Maybe if you were used to it, he could be rougher, but clearly you were not by you sensitive you were acting, and you looked down, watching his hand, closing your mouth, breathing hard, him waiting, waiting, wondering if you would.

You spat downward onto his hand and your cock.

“Good girl.”

And he sped up, faster, slicker, ah, fuck, the quality of your saliva reminded him how good it was, and you were so hard, throbbing, so close, humping his hand now, lifting your hips and following his hold, gasping his name, your sound leading him to your eyes, furry ears flickered forward, listening to him, leaking everywhere.

“H-Hoseok… s-stop…”

He stopped his hand immediately.

“F-Fuck!” you howled, throwing your head back, low growl in your throat, nails digging into the blanket your you, ripping it, feral and primal, powerful chest muscles and shoulders tensing. “Fucking shit, ugh, that’s good, hah…”

“You wanted me to edge you?” he chuckled, realizing what had happened.

“Y-Yeah, just wanted to feel what it was like, hah, come here, let me try something…”

Trying something meant yanking off his pants and shirt, getting on the mattress with you, and you licking your hand to cover it with a thick gloss of saliva before grabbing his dick. He grinned and you grinned too, devious and dirty, facing each other, hands around each other’s hard lengths, slowly, up and down, savoring the way you held him and how he held you, closer, breathing in each other’s breath, and he just loved the way you touched him, loved the way you knew how much pressure and power to put in your grip.

“Does it feel as good for you as it does for me?” he gasped, pressing his forehead against yours, shuddering.

“Probably?” you breathed. “I don’t know, this is my first time and it feels… fucking amazing…”

“Ah, yeah, mmm, it always feels better when you do it…”

Faster, tighter, looking into each other’s eyes, and he could feel it, closer and closer, such satisfying, even pressure and the intensity of your gaze, direct lust and uninhibited gratification, no questions needed, a wordless decision to hit the high together, tilting his head, deep kiss, his deep groan to your needy whimper, feeling the pleasure and giving the pleasure, more, more, more, his tongue in your mouth claiming control, your whine in his throat, please, please, please, so close, Hoseok, please, the tag on your collar clinking wildly at the furious pace, his smirk on your pleading lips, held breath.

Nothing but the sound of hand on skin, slap of two tight holds on throbbing hardness.

“Mmm, fuck!”

He sucked in a breath, shooting thick white streams over your hand at the same time he felt the gush of wetness cover his, slick and viscous, sticking to his hand, his thigh, his crotch while painting your hand, your thigh, your crotch, a beautiful mess, feeling the simultaneous pulse of your length against his palm and his cock against yours, mind in a drunk haze of orgasm.

He just… jacked your dick… in a prison cell… of a weird house… and you being a hyena was the least weird thing about it.

The place was called the Hell House, but it was definitely not that, unless Hoseok was in that circle of Hell where everybody felt compelled to mindlessly fuck.

That would not be the worst, to be honest.

He yelped as you grabbed him by the shoulders and sank your soaking wet pussy onto his still-hard dick.

“W-Wait, the c-condom?!”

“Hoseok,” you gasped. “I am a hyena.”

“W… Well, yeah, I don’t know how that biology would work…”

“I don’t think it does and I can’t take it anymore, o-o-oh, yeeeeeees…”

He choked and arched his back, thrusting his hips up instinctively, feeling your slippery, cum-covered cock slide over his stomach, a very bizarre sensation he was sure he was never going to feel again, grabbing your hips. You placed a hand on the mattress and gasped, reaching down with your other hand and pressing the head of your cock against his skin.

“Oh, God, your abs…”

“I d-don’t really have abs, oooh, fuck, that feels good though,” he panted, thrusting up again, hard but slow, hitting your deep and with power, your moans ringing in his ears, fucking you from below as you rubbed yourself against him, yes, you have abs and, fuck, your skin feels so nice, ah, I’m gonna cum again, leaning forward so he could hit you even deeper, watching your breasts bounce and your body shiver with pleasure, feeling it himself, the way your muscles wrapped around him and squeezed him, the wetness that smacked loud and clear between your joined hips, your moans pitching, hiking louder, more ecstasy, it must feel so fucking good, so good he was almost a little jealous because he could see it in your eyes and in the way they rolled back, wanton wail as you spilled onto him again, all over his stomach and crotch, squirts of your cum that covered him with your scent, so fiercely arousing that he moaned with you, slamming his hips up with a loud squelch and shooting his cum into you, his cock jerking and trembling with every pump into your tight, wet hole, astonished there was so much still, the fire spreading all over his skin and into his head, pleasure so immense that he was soaring.

Your name on his lips, a sweet sigh.

“Hoseok…”

He felt your hands on his cheeks, a little sticky with your cum, pulling his face to you and kissing him fervently, his laugh in your mouth, petting your ears gently. Your tail thumped excitedly against his thigh, soft and lovely.

Hyena you was pretty fun.

“Are you going to be like this forever?” he asked.

You shook your head. “I don’t think so. Just for now.”

“Ah.”

You both jumped as you heard a clatter beside you.

There was a pair of silver handcuffs and a key on the floor right next to you and Hoseok. They were not there before. It was as if someone had thrown them from up above.

You both stared at the ceiling.

“Is… Is that a sign?” he wondered out loud.

“It’s a very weird sign.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Say…”

You gave him the side-eye, slow smirk forming. “Say what?”

He picked up the handcuffs.

“You’ll be like, ‘Oh my God.’”

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phase two (maknae line)

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