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kenlvry · 1 year

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LISTEN TO ME RN HEAT ME TF OUT STANS GANG + CRAIG DOIGN THE LIPSTICK TREND FROM TICTOK WITH READER

the lipstick trend with stan and craigs team

an, I AM LISTENLING ANON DONT WORRY. no idea what you mean by heat out though 🤨 , 17-18 and gn reader but use of her in tolkiens

kenny

he was the one who suggested it, it came across his fyp one day and he sent it to you "lets do this come over rn." "you asked, why dont you come to my house? 🤨" "why don't i cum in your mom" "HUH 😧" "im here."

you both definitely argue on what lipstick you should wear "okay but i don't even use pink lipstick" "well you should" "its light colour its not gonna appear" "well fuck 😒"

the process of kissing his face is wild, he would suggest to do his lips as the first place "KENNY HOW ARE WE GONNA DO THIS TREND IF YOU KEEP TRYING TO MAKE OUT WITH ME" "ITS NOT MY FAULT"

after like2 hours you finally get the lipstick on his face. now the tiktok was even harder he wouldn't stop laughing. you'd give up and he apologises while laughing

thank god you guys were able to finish it under 1 hour it turned out really good, at the end of the video he kissed you and you wanted to cut that part but he said keep it for like and its true the comments were all about the kiss on the last clip

kyle

okay he too wanted to ask you first but he was kinda shy and waited for you to ask and you did!! woohoo for kyle

"kyle wanna do this" "OKAY" he insists on picking your lipstick and picks the ugliest colour like what 😐

to him there was no such thing as an ugly colour buy it didn't suit your face so no way.

the process of it was calm, he at first wanted to put on the lipstick for you but you looked like a clown has mans never put on lipstick??

he watches you as you kiss him and reapply lipstick and then kiss him again, he feels like a princess fr 🤭🤭

he hasn't seen his face yet so when you record and he saw his face he laughs out loud, "LMAO WHY DO I LIKE THAT??" "WDYM"

you would tell him to take off his hat which he refuses but you looked too cute, when it posted cartman was first to comment and you can already tell what he commented "ew gay" your followers defended you two though 🤭

stan

stan blushes internally when you ask him. "sure im down" DEEP DOWN HE WANTS KIDNAP YOY AND KEEP YOU TO HIMSELF

"what lipstick do you think matches me best, pink or red?" "id say my tip colour" "WHAT 😧"

he has to hold in the very urge to puke every time you kiss him because like you look so cute omg.

he looks in the mirror and is js like "damn, i did it". HE LOVES IT SOOOO MUCH YOU CAN TELL HE'S BLUSHING ONGG ‼️

he even directs you like "do here next, okay now here" its so cute 🤭🤭

when you record and the camera pans to him, he smiles and covers his face blushing bc he can't contain it. it was such a cute video and got iver 2 mil likes. cartman definitely commented "i bet you had to change your clothes 10 times"

cartman

"cartman lets do this" "what." "wdym? cmon its cute" "y/n no offense but that is the most gayest shit i've ever seen" " NO ITS NOT UTS CUTE" "my reputation is at stake if i do that be so for real" "okay I'm asking kyle then" "lets do it."

he actually been wanting to ask you for weeks now but doesn't know how so winwin. you take your absolute time picking your lipstick and he couldn't be more done with "hurry up this doesn't even effect anything" "shut up cartman if i use the right one people will ask what lipstick it is and i get views"

picking a lipstick was already a big deal just imagine the process "ew gay not on my lips" "cartman 😐" tbh he wish he could just make out with you rn but yk how mans is

now recording is even more a hassle "JUST SMILE IS IT SO HARD TO CRACK A SMILE" "NOT WHILE IM LOOKING LIKE THIS" the most he does is wipes your lipstick off and then he just gives a 🙄 look until the end of the video

the comments are just him getting teased at clydes commenting "NAHHH CAN'T BELIEVE HE AGREED TO THIS" kyles is "i can tell that this took a long time" and then wendys is "is that cartman or a clone of him". cartman is pissed af at the comment, he told you his reputation is at stake 😒.

he actually has it saved downloaded and also is his live wallpaper sooo.

butters

butters is the one who asked you this " um y/n can we do this? 😣" while twiddling his fingers, "OKAY"

he's all giddy and smily during the process, after every kiss his blushes intensifies and by the end of it he is just.. 🔴

even though it is the most simplest video ever he has to have a tutorial, he is asking questions for everything man, how do i wipe the lipstick, what do i do, do i smile when its on me , do i laugh??

you tell him what he thinks he should he and he starts kissing you bc rn the sexual tension between you two is intense (to him atleast, he thinks thinks hand holding is already intense)

everyone comments on how cute he is and yk how tiktok is so people comment "does he whimper" "submissive who?" and hes likw WHATTTTT 🧍

clyde

when you suggested this he nodded so hard his head probably was about to fall off. "clyde you wanna do this" "DO I???" ..... "well.. do you?" "i mean yeah it's like a way of- yes i wanna do it"

he loves any lipstick you wear so he lets you pick. after every kiss he looks in the mirror and kicks his feet giggling and you just stand there 🤨

he also tries to make it a makeout session like kenny, when you kissed on his lips he holds your neck and literally makes out with like cnon we have 9 more

when you first hit record and yk how the guy has to wipe your lipstick off, nah he grabbed you by the chin and slams his lips with yours "WHY DIS YOU DO THAT??" "its called content,you wouldn't know with your 9 likes and 70 views"

well you kept the clip and everyone in the comments were talking about it "need a boyfriend like you y/n" "why can't my boyfriend be like this" clyde is obviously gloating bc he had the idea.

tolkien

most romantic man you know, is the first to ask you. "y/n can we do this?" "OKAY BOO 😝"

"hmm which lipstick do you think babe?" "i think every lipstick makes you pretty, it doesn't matter if it doesn't suit you because in my eyes you look beautiful in anything ☺️" "what if i wore kim kardashians 2013 met gala dress" "might have to rethink what i said"

he smiles while you kiss him here and there, every once a while he kisses you back, it was such a cute moment for you two😝🤞🤞

when recording he looks at you while smiling during the whole video and it blew up fast because of that

"the way he looks at her" "wishing he was like this" "you got the bag that man is inlove", it blew in seconds fr

craig

"craig lets do-" "okay" "i didnt even ask you yet" "I'll do anything if its with you" "what if i asked you to have a threesome" ".....if its makes you happy idk.."

idk about you but i think he acts like he doesn't care but inside he is so happy you asked he's been wanting to ask you this but doesn't know how to start up the convo

he doesn't care what lipstick or where you kiss him, its just the way you press your lips on him and look at it then quickly reapply to do it again because it wasn't pigmented enough.

when recorded, he doesn't just wipe he makes you turn to face him by grabbing your chin, and he doesn't let go and just looks at you with those yk siren eyes.

people are simping over him ong "damn girlie share for us" "you mean OUR boyfriend" "tryna find someone as hot as him" and you are pissed fr he laughs at you cursing out the people, like bae dw my eyes only fo you 😝🤞

tweek

"tweek, wanna do this?" "but what if I can't remove the lipstick stain" "tweek what dw i have makeup remover" "WHAT IF THAT DOESN'T WORK 🤯🤯" "TWEEK"

okay so the lipstick may turn out ugly bc of how shaky he is but ITS OKAY BC ITS TWEEK DUH, "a-are you sure you dont want to redo this?" "tweek its fine"

he insists on redoing it the 2nd try turns our worse because he's even more twitchy because of how close you are☺️☺️☺️

his face is just red because he keeps wiping it off with his hands so you can redo it and its obvious too

recording it was so funny because you can't stop laughing at the smudge lipsticks

when posted the comments were so cute but... uh questionable some were "the way the smudges are so obvious 😭😭❤️" or "wishing my future relationship will be like this 🤭" and some were just "tip colour when?? 😜"

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jaehyunsprincesspeach · 5 months

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hi! hope you’re doing well and staying healthy 🩵

I was wondering if I could request a wayv reaction to their s/o out of nowhere smothering them with kisses please? hehe that’ll be all

thanks! <3

omg i literally love this my heart is sparkling !!

hope you enjoy !!

all the love ~ lunar

WayV Reactions: smothering them with kisses

Kun

initially he is going to be shocked, but like he would just kinda freeze where he is and process what is happening

once he finally understands that you are showing your love and affection, he swoops you into the warmest embrace

even if he tried, the smile etched on his lips is not going away any time soon

he would do one of those hugs where he picks you up and spins you around (a dream truly)

once he sets you back on the ground, he gladly returns the affection, making you flustered too

now the two of you are a blushing giggling mess but like its the cutest thing in the world

with Kun, there’s something about it that’s almost like …. domestic

like the two of you never really get out of the honeymoon phase cause yall are just so excited when you get to see each other

and things like this never fail to show that

rest of members below the cut

Ten

oh goodness ….

at first he might question whats happening

like whats with the sudden rush of affection (not that hes complaining)

would first ask if you’re okay

and then this man is going to tease you relentlessly

“you miss me baby?” “i know, you want me so bad”

low key his teasing might ruin the moment

however !! he never fails to bring it back

like if u smother him with affection, and he starts teasing you, and you give him the side eye, hes gonna grab you and wrap you up in his arms and start leaving smooches all over your neck

slight chance it could turn into something steamyyy ;)

Winwin

genuinely would not know what to do

like he would turn into a sim (iykyk)

and would become an absolute blushing mess

once you’re done, he would just smile, and kiss your cheek

but honestly he would be too stunned to speak, like he would just be there blushing and giggling to himself

i think he has a little bit of a hard time in the sense that he always wants to make others happy, but when someone like compliments him, or when his partner shows him affection, he might freeze a little

but once he becomes more comfortable with the spontaneous smooches, hes more than happy to return them !!

honestly i think he would have an easier time showing affection to his partner

but he still would freeze up when the affection is a surprise like this

loves it regardless !!

Xiaojun

sweet baby angel is so shocked…

like he initially is worried that you’re upset about something, or that he hasn’t given you enough attention

starts asking if you are okay, or if something is wrong

once he finds out you’re okay, he smiles and pulls you in for a hug

he’s so sweet, but the embrace is low key a cover for the tickles that hes about to shock you with

will literally stand there tickling you, not to be mean or anything like that, just because he enjoys hearing your laugh

when hes done with the tickles, he smooches your lips a few times before pulling you back into a hug

will probably pull you to the couch and just hold you for a little bit too

simply wants to enjoy your presence, but he wont be able to hide the blush from your previous kisses

Hendery

i love this man with my entire being omg

Hendery will stand there as if he is processing what just happened

in reality, hes planning something else

hes really looking around and making sure the area is safe before he tackles you to the ground so that you dont actually get hurt

an affectionate tackle, that leads to an affectionate tickle fight, that leads to you literally crying from laughing so hard

yes he is blushing, but now you look like a tomato after he is done with his tickle fight

“Hendery, i just wanted to kiss you!! why did you tickle me?” “because i’m literally in love with you”

after you catch your breath, still pinned on the ground, he places the softest yet most passionate kiss on your lips

as if you werent already breathless before ….

“you know, you didnt kiss my lips once… you kissed everywhere but my lips actually…”

the playful smirk never leaving his face as he teases you

omg i’m getting carried away…..

Yangyang

omg Yangyang is literally so cute about it

initially he will be a little surprised, but once your kiss attack has ended, its his turn

as soon as you stop smothering him in kisses, he starts smothering you in kisses

genuinely, i could see this continuing for a while too

like just back and forth attacking each other with affection

as it keeps going, he keeps getting closer and closer to your lips, till you two are locked in a passionate kiss

by the end of it, both of you are blushing like crazy, and giggling like you’ve gone mad

hes absolutely pulling you into his lap, and simply staring at you as if there is nothing more beautiful in the world (hes not wrong)

keeps you in his lap the rest of the night

genuinely will pout if you try to leave

like “you just smothered me with affection, and now you have the audacity to sit anywhere but my lap???”

refuses to let you go (unless he absolutely has to)

hes just so happy that you are his and he loves when you show him affection !!

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oracle-of-dream · 2 months

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Dinner with Friends

Minors DNI

Summary: Being married to one of the richest men in the country has benefits. He loves you so much that he'd move the sun if it made you happy. But he'd also run over someone if they think they could make you happier than him.

Warning: Top Male Reader, Bathroom Sex, Bottom Winwin, Husbands, Jealous Winwin, Rich Winwin, Possesive Winwin, Creampie, Denied Orgasm, Blowjob

Wordcount: 2.3k

You were sitting in your room, deciding which ring to wear to match your outfit when you heard the front door open.

"Baby! I'm home~" Your husband called out to you from downstairs.

"I'm in the bedroom," You called back.

You kept looking through your jewelry as you heard his footsteps echo through the house. Each drawer in your jewelry box had been filled with beautiful rings as a gift from your husband. Winwin always liked bringing you things when he knew he'd done something to make you upset. As much as you protested about spending so much on you, there was no way you could ever refuse such gifts.

Your husband stepped into the room, his footsteps clicking against the hardwood floor.

You turned to see him followed by one of his assistants with shopping bags. You pointed at them, "What's all this, Winwin?"

"I remembered we're going out for dinner, so I bought us some matching outfits!" He cheered as his assistant placed each bag on the bench inside the closet.

"We are not going out for dinner. I'm going out with my friends from school. We've talked about this, Winwin."

"But–What if I'm not sitting with you? I'll just be at another table!"

"Sicheng. You said you'd let me go to this dinner without you." You kissed his hand, "I know you want to go, but you sometimes get possessive. I don't want you to scare my friends. It's just dinner and I'll be back before you know it."

Winwin deflated at you using his real name. He loved the nickname you gave him and that only you called him that. All his work companions, assistants, and even family members call him by his first name. "But what if I get lonely," His eyes welled up with tears.

"Sicheng! You are not going to cry into having your way this time. I'm putting my foot down about this."

Winwin wiped away his tears as his face hardened, "Well, you still need the chauffeur with you. And one of my assistants, as agreed."

You sighed, "I was hoping you were joking about that. There's no way it'll be a normal dinner with one of your men following me."

"You can't suddenly change our deal! Let's negotiate about not having the assistant go, I'm open to it."

"What's the offer?"

"I go instead."

You shook your head, "Not a chance. The assistant can come with me, but has to stay in the car."

"I arrive late to dinner, so I'm not there for the whole time."

"No. The assistant can come into the restaurant but has to have a seat on the other side of the restaurant."

Winwin threw his hands up, "You're impossible!"

"I'm not, you're just crazy."

"I'm not crazy!" He shouted at you.

You raised an eyebrow, "Are we seriously shouting about this now?"

Winwin sat down on the bed, "N-No, baby. I'm sorry..."

"Let's continue talking nicely."

"I really want to come with you!"

"I know, but you get to be too much sometimes."

"I'll tone it down."

You cocked your head to the side skeptically.

Your husband got on his knees in front of you, "Really! I will, I promise. No nonsense. Just a normal couple."

You knew he wouldn't budge on not going, or he'd pout when you'd come back home. You let out a heavy sigh, "Fine. Show me the outfits you picked out for us."

Winwin cheered as he leaped into your arms, smothering you with soft kisses, "Thank you, baby. You're too good to me!"

You were way too good to him. But if it was enough to keep him happy, and he'd at least try to be civil then you hoped things would go nicely.

The first five outfits were way too over the top. Gucci, Prada, and YXL from head to toe. It was just Winwin's taste, you knew he meant nothing by it. But none of your school friends knew you were married to someone so rich, and none were rich themselves. You needed something more lowkey.

You talked Winwin down to a matching black and brown set of clothes. You had a light brown cardigan with black stripes, a black T-shirt, and black slacks. He wore light brown plaid shorts and a black cropped coat that showed his toned stomach. You wore silver rings while he had a silver necklace and had a manicurist paint his nails.

After getting ready, Winwin called for the driver to take you to the restaurant. But you'd already called a taxi.

"Why are we taking a taxi? We already pay our driver to take you places."

You rubbed his head, "I know, but my friends take taxis. None of them have drivers, and you remember I told you I want things to be normal. This is normal for people who don't have drivers."

Winwin nodded dutifully as he climbed into the taxi, which you held the door for him. The driver took you straight to the restaurant, and Winwin quietly looked out of the non-tinted windows downtown. He'd driven through here multiple times since the business building was nearby, but he never had the time to relax and see everything he was missing. You watched him point out things that dazzled him like a child.

As you arrived at your destination, you opened the door for your husband and led him in to meet your friends. They were already seated since Winwin had taken a long time getting ready.

"Everyone, this is my husband, Sicheng," You introduced him to the group.

Your friends kindly greeted him, and Winwin was shy–clinging to your arm.

Dinner was going well. The table ordered a group-style meal and decided to split the bill evenly. You could feel Winwin squirm in his seat as you told him not to show off, meaning he couldn't offer to pick up the entire bill and tell everyone to order what they wanted.

He was doing rather well, after warming up to them, Winwin would occasionally ask a question or make a joke. But that flew out the window the moment you were involved...

One of your friends, another man, complimented your outfit, "You look so cute, just like in school."

Winwin's hand slid to your thigh under the table, squeezing it gently, "He doesn't tell me about school. What kind of kid was he?"

You tried to turn the conversation, "Guys, I–"

"Oh, the cutest! He was probably the favorite in our school! It was an all-boys school, but he got confessions constantly."

You chewed on your cheek as you felt Winwin's hand bare down on your thigh harder.

"Really!? Well–He is pretty cute, hm?" Winwin pinched your cheek as he laughed with your friends.

Another friend chimed in, "Yeah, even I asked him out at one point, but he turned me down flat out. Said I was like his older brother!"

Now you're fucked.

Winwin was getting playful with your friends, but not in a good way. He smiled, "Oh? So he rejected you, that must've stung. I know he's a catch, but I'm taking good care of him. Better than–"

You slapped his thigh, and a loud pop sounded from under the table, warning him. But Winwin instead took it up a notch, "What!? I am taking good care of you! They know you live at my house right? The one I pay with my money, from my company?"

"Winwin, that's enough."

"I don't think it is–Why don't I buy you all dessert? To show you all how good I treat you, y/n. I'll buy you whatever you want, as much as you want, just point at it."

Your friends took up a menu while you glared at your husband for breaking his promise.

"Don't be mad, babe, they want me to remind them I'm better. Just look at them. I can take care of anything, big or small," Winwin cupped your bulge under the table as he emphasized "big". He winked at you, as his hand tried to undo your belt.

You grabbed his hand and whispered, "Sicheng, stop it!"

"Make me," He whispered into your ear, trying sure to blow into it.

"You're getting out of hand."

"Then maybe you need to help me get straightened out," He moved your hand to cup his cock which was rock hard. Winwin grinded into your hand, while your friends were still distracted with what to order. Winwin's thighs squeezed around your hand as he softly started moaning, letting his eyes roll back as he rutted into your hand.

You pulled him out of his chair and stood up, "I'm sorry, Winwin needs to go to the bathroom. Feel free to order whatever you guys want, we'll catch up."

Winwin smiled lazily as you dragged him into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. Luckily it was a single-person bathroom so you could yell at him alone, but Winwin wasn't very concerned about what you wanted.

"So you can spend all the money, but I can't?"

"You know that's not what I wanted to do."

"And what's up with the guy who used to have a crush on you, and mentioning it in front of me!? He was testing me!"

"No one is testing you, but you are testing me, Sicheng."

"So what if I am," He crossed his arms with a smirk.

"What can I do to make you behave? I want this night to end nicely, please."

Winwin pretended to think before he took your hands and placed them on his ass. "I want you to cum in me, right here and now. To help me remember you're with me. And you're not going anywhere."

"And then you promise to behave?"

He nodded, "If you do that, I'll behave."

You rolled your eyes as you fiddled with your belt, trying to remove it.

Winwin removed it with one finger. "What's the rush, what about foreplay?"

"We can't be gone too long, there are others still at the table."

Winwin pouted, "Can't I suck it, just for a little? Just to make it wet?"

You relented as you watched your husband sink to his knees. He licked down your stomach until his teeth caught your underwear. He pulled them down while looking up at you, his hands taking care of your pants. Your cock jumped out and landed on his face, which made his body twitch in excitement.

"I'm always too happy to see you," He whispered to your cock as he kissed your tip.

Your hand found his hair, tangling into it, "Just to get it wet."

"Of course, but I'll stop when you pull me off. You can tell me when it's wet enough."

Winwin's dark eyes locked with yours as his lips parted around your length. You watched as inch after inch disappeared into his mouth, his face full of happiness as his Adam's apple shifted showing how deep he was taking you. He let his nose rub against your stomach, holding himself down as he swallowed you entirely.

You leaned against a wall to keep your balance, your hand lazily gripped onto Winwin's hair as he bobbed his head. His dark eyebrows shifted under his blonder hair that swept into his face, he was questioning you.

"It... not wet enough," You moaned.

He winked at you as he picked up the pace, from tip to base as his hands worked your balls. Winwin was an expert when it came to you, he could make you cum in five minutes or less if he wanted to, and once he had control then he wouldn't let it go without a fight. You were like clay in his hands as he sucked, squeezed, and licked your cock like candy.

"Oh, fuck, fuck," You moaned as you felt that familiar feeling bubble in your stomach. You snapped out of it, if you came now then Winwin wouldn't stop until he drained you completely. It's happened before.

You pulled on his hair tightly, and a loud moan ripped from his mouth as it was no longer full. Your chest heaved, "It's fucking wet enough."

Winwin smirked, "Are you sure?"

You nodded, "Just turn around already."

Your husband complied, pulling his shorts down and presenting himself to you. He must've been fingering himself the whole time he had you distracted since you slipped into his hole with ease. You filled him to your hilt, getting more desperate moans from him. You were already close to finishing because of the blowjob, all you had to do was cum inside...

You held Winwin by his waist, fucking him without mercy or pace. However hard and fast your body gives it.

Winwin shouted your name, loudly, between moans.

"Oh, y/n, fuck yes! Fuck me, harder!" He demanded as he slammed his hips in time with your thrusts for more impact.

Your body tensed as you hugged Winwin tightly, your mouth in a large "O" as you came, painting his insides. You stopped, catching your breath and wiping the sweat away.

You pulled out immediately, "Okay, we're done."

"What?" Winwin turned to look at you, "I didn't cum yet."

"That wasn't the deal. That's your punishment for misbehaving, and if you're good for the rest of dinner then I'll make sure you cum twice tonight."

He considered your counteroffer, "Three times."

"Whatever, done. Let's just go."

You put your clothes back on, wash your hands, and straighten your looks before leaving the bathroom. The other guests look at you with strange looks.

Winwin shyly smiled, "Maybe I was a bit too loud."

"You think?"

You returned to the table, the air was tense as the food was delivered. There wasn't as much conversation, no questions, and no jokes. After the meal, you apologized to your friends and took a taxi back home.

Winwin ran upstairs, "I'll see you up there! Three times!"

You groaned.

Tonight was going to be a long night...

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sherwees · 5 months

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cw : obsession, manipulation, implications of domestic abuse and why does yangyang have a helicopter in his backyard?

side note : @ne0pearl and @teasteeper wanted me to drop this so here it is!!

side side note : yangyang beret?!

best friend yangyang that'll try to prove that he's better than your boyfriend by buying you all types of luxuries ranging from dolce&gabbana, louis vuitton and rolex. Something else that adorned your neck besides the 1200 dollar necklaces was the hickies that he would leave just so he could hear you struggle trying to explain that they were just bruises; your best lie was saying that it was an allergic reaction.

he'll spend hours on his free days, just scrolling through clothing catalogs (sometimes with his sidekick, hendery) just to pick out his gifts for you. hendery always found something that was perfect and he was a little too exact about your interests but it wasn't that much of a big deal.

when he would looked up at you with his arms around your waist, doe eyes and all in your new outfit in the dressing room. you giggle then grab at the price tag and let out an honestly dramatic gasp with your hand covering your mouth and all. “oh my gosh! 5,000 for a coat?!” you squealed but he immediately shushed you as he stood up with a smug look, eyebrow raised. “don't worry about it.. let your best friend treat you well~” his voice low, smooth like his hands lowering to your ass, giving it a light squeeze before twirling you around.

your boyfriend, winwin which happens to be one of his closest friends always questions him about his gifts makes the happiness crawl up his neck in tingles. his scrunched eyebrows, the hurt in his voice and the looks he gives him just riles him on. deeper into you, deeper into his craze.

yangyang that loves scaring the truth out of you. he loves being all dry in your texts after you maybe say the wrong thing or he catches you hanging out with your boyfriend. sometimes, he would corner you and bombard you with questions that barely have an answer, just like the first day you both started dating.

“do you really love me?” he randomly blurted one morning, you turn on your heel with a confused look at his more angered look. he only walked closer and your ass uncomfortably pressed against the counter but he didn't stop until he stood only a few inches away from you but repeated the question slower as if you didn't already get it. “yeah, as a friend..” you shrugged nonchalantly before attempt to turn back to your cereal but there was suddenly a resounding bang from the cabinet by your ear and you shrieked. “what the fuck!” you whined, covering your ear with hopes to lull the ringing. yangyang muttered, “naïve little whore” before turning you around with a swift tug at your shoulder,

“so all those times together meant nothing to you”

“but I have a boyfri–”

“if you truly loved sicheng, you would've took a sign and left the dressing room that day.” His words spewed like a firework explosion. You cupped your palm around his mouth with a gasp, shaking your head slowly with a quick “Nuh uh!”, you could tell that he was smiling behind your palm. He then licked it with a chuckle, your hand slamming against the counter in the process which elicited a hard grunt from you.

“You're so pretty when you're mad~” he said whilst circling his hand around your neck to grasp and squeeze your nape before heading in for a kiss.

he scared you though. sometimes, he would shove himself in the crane of your neck to whisper belitting words and lies about your relationship; that'll only make you overthink. his persuasion was so good to the point where he convinced you to make him your ‘first time’ because winwin was inexperienced and “wouldn't understand you like he did.”

sometimes, he would even refuse to apologize or convince you that a situation never happened. that day he snuck into your room in the middle of the night. never happened. when he grasped your neck and nearly suffocated you unconscious. was the past and he “changed”. he wanted your relationship to be perfect.

everytime you and winwin had a simple misunderstanding, he would be the first to run to you about what winwin said supposedly:

“He was like, ‘she's too whiny about everything and I just don't fucking understand her! I just wished she understood me more!’” He mocked winwin's emotional state then bellowed a laugh before continuing to blow on his noir nails. A slick, sick grin raised at the corners of his lips once he noticed that your lips was distorted in held back laughter, his dried hand grabbed your cheek caressing it with his tongue peaked from his plump lips.

“But you know I love you more right?”

but when it came up to you both having a misunderstanding, it was different. when he could roughly cradle your balled up figure on the couch, he attempted to coo at you but his tone was urgent,scratchy and whiny as his hands sporadically quaked, patting to find his phone throughout the many pockets of his baggy pants. the only thing that could make you stay at least what he thought would make you stay was buying you things; his bank account locked one day when he was in a raging fit and nearly spent 3 bands just for you to forgive him.

“Look!” he attempted to shove his phone in your face, the high brightness of his phone making your sensitive orbs strain more caused you to wince and shield your face. He mumbled a fast apology, turning down the brightness and scrolled through the pandora website with unsteady fingers.. “I'll buy you something– please forgive me? I didn't mean to hit you.. I'll never put my hands on you ever again..” he lied vowed with you, his voice shook as the tears caked at his waterline nearly overflowing.

“yangyang, just leave me–” you looked over to him with slight surprise when you saw his expression, he seemed unfamiliar because he was actually crying?

“NO!” he yelled, his voice rasp. His black nails digging into your back and left knee, his cries only become louder; you could tell his esophagus was giving out because he started to hiccup.

yangyang was like a child, a snotty three year old. if you didn't give him what he wanted, he would make a tantrum. when he would try to make it up to you, he would finally give you what you wanted. you stared up at the ceiling and to yangyang's bloodshot red eyes, his lips agape; sore and chapped as he grunted and moaned. his hand pressed against your shoulder, his free hand travels to your wrist and his breath was hot&gruff against the top of your limp hand until he laid a chaste kiss on it. “I'll always make it up to you, alright?” he opens your fingers with his thumb before rubbing your palm against his cheek, the warmth of him causing you to slightly smile. “there's my girl..” His toothy smile made it's appearance finally, his thrusts only quickened through your slick channel.

he threw his head back, his hands finding leverage from the bottom of his your shirt as the tandems of pleasure coursed through his veins rapidly. Your high was approaching, quick and heavy but to your luck, yangyang stilled inside of you already. His uncomfortably warm seed pumped into your hole at a steady rate, he manages to lower himself down to mark your jaw and any open area of tan skin he saw. I mean.. at least he was happy, right?

it's been a month since you and winwin uttered a word to each other. His contact was simply back to “Sicheng 🙂”, nothing further. yangyang insisted on removing the emoji or just blocking him, yangyang was like your parent now. he monitored your phone, always looking over your shoulder and got snappy when he was suspicious on your relationships with people.

through your moments of uncertainty, his friend sidekick hendery was always there for you. yangyang would always glare at your closeness or whenever you two thought you were alone. shame started to lay in yangyang's soul heavily, his mind was clouded with regret.

his members were practically scared of him now, xiaojun accidentally slipped that ten was talking to someone and xiaojun only huffed through his nose as ten walked off with his head low, when kun snapped at yangyang about how winwin started to stress himself out from the several opportunities he had in china; even some he volunteered for just so he could stay away from them.

his thumb mindlessly exited all the shopping websites that he had opened, he looked over to you and hendery in the kitchen; you laughing as he swiped off the whipped cream from your nose. is this how winwin felt? worthless, just laying there as you just slipped through his fingers like jello until you melted into pieces.

I guess so.

#nct smut #kpop smut #smut #nct imagines #wayv smut #sherwees extinction #nct scenarios #nct 127 smut #nct angst #nct drabbles #nct dream smut #yangyang x reader #yangyang scenarios #nct x reader #nct fanfic #nct u smut #this is based off of yangyang's astrology posts on here!!

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daydreamingyuta · 6 months

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helloo love ur blog so much can i req something winwin and jaemin in it I need to read something with these two :(

Eavesdropping & Confessions | Jaemin

summary: during one of your movie nights with your bestfriend, winwin, his roommate jaemin joins the both of you. your crush on jaemin causes you to excuse yourself to the restroom but when you come back to the living room, you find yourself accidentally eavesdropping on their conversation. wc: 1,252 a/n: aww thank you! <3 I never thought to put winwin and jaemin together in a fic but this was so much fun to write! thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy it :) :)

Movie nights with your childhood best friend, Winwin, have always been your favorite. You loved them when you were little and both your parents would set up a movie day for you two, and you love them now. Movie nights nowadays usually happen at Winwin's place because he has a slightly better television than you do. (Plus, Jaemin was his roommate who you may or may not be harboring a huge crush for.)

It’s your turn to pick the movie tonight which means it’s Winwin's turn to pick the snacks. You scroll through Netflix as he's in the kitchen putting everything into bowls so that it's easy to snack on. You stop on one movie amidst your scrolling and the trailer automatically starts playing soon after. It was interesting enough to catch your attention, plus the actor was really cute which was always a bonus, so you figure this is the perfect movie to watch tonight.

Winwin comes in as you're finishing the trailer and you hear him laugh to himself as he sets the snacks down. "What?" You ask, wanting to know what was funny.

"Nothing, I just saw the trailer for this movie earlier and added it to my list because I knew you were going to want to watch it."

"What do you mean? I've never even heard of this movie before."

"Yeah but the guy in the movie looks just like Jaemin." Your head snaps to the screen as he says this to get a better look. You were about to deny the likeness between the two, but you could plainly see the similarities. "What does it matter if the actor looks like Jaemin? Why would that make me want to watch the movie?" You ask, knowing good and well that this was subconsciously a contributing factor.

Winwin smiles at your unwillingness to admit your crush, but doesn't want to push it further. "Ok, maybe I was wrong but the movie did look good so I'm down to watch it."

You're about halfway through your movie when Jaemin comes home. You had made yourself comfortable, slouching with your feet hanging off the couch, but when you heard the door open you immediately sat up straight. You try to look natural as you avoid Winwin’s gaze on you knowing that he sees right through your actions.

"You guys are having a movie night again?" Jaemin asks, walking into the living room. The question could have been answered by either of you, but he only looked at you when he asked it.

"Yeah, it's actually really good."

Jaemin looks at you for a beat longer than normal, a subtle sign of his true feelings for you, but of course you don't notice. "Maybe I can join you?" He says, again only looking at you.

You nod your head and smile, not letting any words out in fear of showing your eagerness. He leaves to go to his room to set his stuff down and change into something more comfortable.

When he comes back out to the living room, your heart twinges at the sight of him in sweatpants and a hoodie. It's not like you've never seen him in this before, but he just looks so cute.

You expect him to sit next to Winwin like he usually does, but instead he plops down right next to you. Your outward exterior is calm, but inside you're smiling so hard right now. You can feel Winwin looking over at you two, but you ignore it, knowing that you'll gush about this with him later.

Jaemin spends a while eating the now diminishing snacks, before he settles down, his arm touching yours as you two both stare at the screen. There's plenty of room on the couch, you both could move away if you wanted to, but neither of you do. You can feel his body heat radiating off of him and you feel his arms slight movement every time he breathes in and out.

Although you wanted to stay like this forever, you felt yourself getting more and more nervous as the minutes ticked by, so you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, feeling like a slight break will help you clear your head.

You’re probably in the bathroom for a bit too long, but you didn’t care. You were trying so hard to stop the smile on your face, but the more you thought about your little interaction with Jaemin, the more it made your heart flutter.

Finally though, you get your act together and feel like you could go back out there. You’re about three steps from the living room when you notice they must have paused the movie while they waited for you because all you could hear was their voices. You honestly didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but Winwin’s words made you stop in your tracks.

"Honestly Jaemin, just ask her out."

"You know I want to but, if she doesn't feel the same way about me then I’ll hate myself for potentially making her feel uncomfortable coming over here."

"I don't think you have to worry about that."

"Wa-"

Immediately you come into the living room, not wanting Winwin to say any more. You give him a death glare as you sit at the other end of the coach, away from both boys. You're heart pounding knowing that Jaemin feels the same way as you do.

Jaemin wants to assume that you heard none of what was said, but he knows better than that. His heart drops at the thought, but he thinks about it a bit more as the movie plays on, and comes to the conclusion that it may actually be a good thing.

Winwin must have been thinking the same thing because right before the movie credits started playing, he quietly slipped out of the living room, leaving you two alone.

“Even though I only watched half of the movie, I actually thought it was pretty good.” Jaemin says to you.

You nod, still looking at the screen pretending to be very interested in the end credits. It’s quiet for a moment between you two before Jaemin speaks up again. “Y/n can I ask you something?”

You know you can’t keep staring at the screen when he asks you a question like that, so you manage to make eye contact with him this time as you nod.

“Did… did you overhear me and Winwin talking?”

“When?” You ask, trying to act clueless.

At this Jaemin gets up and sits right next to you. “Y/n.”

“Yes, I overheard.” You say quietly.

“Ok I understand.” Jaemin says, hurt in his voice. He must have misunderstood your quiet response because he starts to back away from you, giving you space. You knew that if you didn’t tell him right now how you felt, he'd never know.

You grab his arm gently, stopping him from moving away. It takes everything in you to say the words, but you do. “I feel the same way, Jaemin.”

You can literally see his emotions go from saddened to overjoyed at your words. “Do you really? You’re not just saying that?”Just saying that? Does he not know that there is no world in which you would ever joke about liking him? You were about to explain that to him, when you all of a sudden got a burst of confidence. You lean over to him and press a kiss on his cheek. “Of course I’m not joking.”

#jaemin #nct #fluff #k-pop #imagine #nct dream #nct scenarios #fanfiction #fanfic #jaemin x y/n #jaemin x reader #jaemin x you

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taetr4ck · 2 months

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Not a request but WHICH SKZ/NCT MEMBER WOULD YOU FIGHT GO!

a/n : i just opened my tumblr after a good whole week and this is what i first read FUCK IT WE BALL ! doing all of them because i feel a bit silly today

contents under the cut

STRAY KIDS

BANG CHAN - no. this is self explanatory tbh. i would straight up ask him to marry me

LEE KNOW - i would. but in return he would tell me how much my parents wrecked my whole being so i'll end up tearing up in the corner

CHANGBIN - one slap from this man and i'm already out of this world. he can literally slap me and the next second i'm already in the fifth dimension. no words needed. i would not fight him.

HYUNJIN - i would and then fall in love in the process

HAN - how could i fight this man ? RUTHLESS.

FELIX - i don't have the heart to tbh. i'll cry before i even land my first hit

SEUNGMIN - big yes tbh. i feel like he's the perfect person to pick a fight with. our competitive ass won't give up so easily unless one of us isn't breathing anymore LMFAO

JEONGIN - this man would stab me before i even know it

NCT 127

TAEIL - one glare from this man and i'm already shivering. 50/50.

JOHNNY - i should be punished for forgetting to put him here. what was i thinking !!!! anyway !! i feel like he would be the one to initiate the fight LMFAO he would straight up come to me and just do a ‘let’s do a square’ ‘aight bet’ kind of interaction tbh he would be the funniest person to pick a fight with. i would fight him. he’d be my sparring buddy afterwards

TAEYONG - bro he's about to do his military service leave him alone 😭🙏🏻 poor bubu i would not fight him

MARK - i would. then we will start throwing rap verses (special mention to jopping) like we didn't almost stabbed each other earlier

JAEHYUN - one punch and my skull is already cracked in half. nope

YUTA - i would just straight up kiss him tbh i would not last for five seconds looking at him

DOYOUNG - he would verbal abuse me tbh that's enough to wreck me

HAECHAN - one michael jackson merch for him and he's wrecked so easily. i would fight him.

JUNGWOO - boy this man would bring a baseball bat even though we agreed to have a fist fight. cheater. i would fight him

NCT DREAM

RENJUN - his glare is enough to kill me. 50/50.

JENO - man idc this is jeno we are talking about !!!! he can punch me in the face and i would not bulge !!!!

CHENLE - man he is the worst person to fight. one word from him and i’m already having a mental breakdown. he would unwrap every inch of my traumas from childhood to present. i won't risk it 🫡

JAEMIN - no because we will have our silly little tea party while talking about cute and pretty things

JISUNG - the idea itself makes us both want to cry

WAYV

KUN - he's too good to pick a fight with. my conscience could never

TEN - big yes. put those slutty muscles to work boy !

HENDERY - we would have a fight in valorant and i'd lose. can't risk my reputation for that smh (kidding)

XIAOJUN - this man would straight up launch at me like a fuckin dog. i would fight him (affectionately)

WINWIN - no. i would ask him to be his gf. no explanation needed

YANGYANG - we would have a pillow fight and the next second he's already holding a brick. i said let's have a pillow fight not give me a fucking concussion 😭🙏🏻

should i add my taglist here omg

⋆ taetr4ck, est may 2023. / requests open

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minhyeong · 7 months

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WAYV + SIMPLE ACTS OF LOVE !

[ kun ]

reassuringly squeezes your hand when he notices you look stressed or overwhelmed

drops absolutely everything to pick you up if you call him

brings a blanket and tucks you in properly when you accidentally fall asleep on the couch

wakes up early to pack your lunch for you just so you can sleep for an extra ten minutes

reminds you to be careful for everything no matter how simple the task is

cradles the back of your neck and gives you forehead kisses as greetings instead of saying hi or bye

lets you plant your freezing cold hands and feet on his body so you can steal some of his warmth even though he's internally screaming

[ ten ]

shares all his secrets and intrusive thoughts with you, even if it means being vulnerable

won't hang up until you say "i love you" back to him after every phone call (gives you a glare if it's a video call)

gets cute aggression and giggles and pinches your cheeks when he finds you cute

keeps a polaroid of you in his wallet and even decorated it with stickers

his gaze sometimes falls onto your lips when you're speaking

playfully bites your shoulder when he gives you back hugs

closes the physical gap between you no matter where he is and inches closer to you whether he's seated or standing

[ winwin ]

agrees to use rock-paper-scissors to make decisions with you but strategically waits a few extra milliseconds before he shows his move just so you can have your way

opens all the doors for you

lets you steal his drink after you're done with yours

subconsciously smiles when someone mentions you and he doesn't even realize it until people are calling him whipped

remembers that one time you said he looked really good in a certain jacket and now reaches for that jacket more often

always adjusts his pace to match yours when walking together

tells you about his future plans and includes you in all of them

[ xiaojun ]

genuinely enjoys doing mundane chores with you like washing the dishes in comfortable silence

hums and tenderly pats your back when you can't fall asleep

intensely returns your stare in staring contests and boldly steps forward until you're backed up against a wall with no escape

always takes the middle seat next to a stranger so you won't have to

protectively pulls you to the inside of the sidewalk away from the street and moving traffic

has tunnel vision when you walk into the room and forgets about everyone else

creates an entire folder dedicated to just photos of you on his phone

[ hendery ]

leans into your palm when you touch his cheeks and then jokingly tries to bite your hand

pokes your waist incessantly to get your attention

sends you every funny video he comes across and just blows up your notifications while you're away from your phone

tells you to call him when you get back if he can't accompany you and frantically calls you first if he doesn't hear from you after a bit

laughs at all your jokes even if they're bad

stays up on special occasions folding origami flowers for you so you can keep them forever

freaks out when he sees even the smallest cut on you and threatens to fight that paper that cut your finger

[ yangyang ]

playfully teases you but gets super defensive if anyone else tries to do it

remembers something you eyed while window shopping together and surprises you with it at some point

encourages and helps you get out of your comfort zone but knows when he shouldn't push you

stops others from interrupting you when you're speaking

says he can read your palms and points at some random line saying that it indicates you'll have to marry him in the future with a cheeky grin

pinky promises you everything and actually keeps them

places kisses on your scars when you feel insecure

#nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct imagines #wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #wayv fluff #kun scenarios #ten scenarios #winwin scenarios #xiaojun scenarios #hendery scenarios #yangyang scenarios #*mark voice* anon this one's for you

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jaehyunsbreadbasket · 9 months

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WayV as Subs

Kun:

-He's such a pleasure sub

-Use him for whatever you want, let him give you all he has. You are his one priority

-Lives off of praise, wants nothing more than to know that you're liking everything he's doing

-Open to trying new things whenever you wanna get experimental, he'll do anything at least once

-Likes to roleplay a lot (extra points if you have costumes!)

Chittaphon (Ten):

-The biggest brat in the whole world

-Teasing you constantly, pushing your buttons every chance he gets

-He looooves to be punished so he'll do anything to push you over the edge

-Talks so much shit like you're not the one in control of every ounce of pleasure he gets, then acts surprised and offended when he doesn't get what he wants from you

-"What'd I do?" when he knows good and goddamn well what he did

-Will actually drive you insane

Sicheng (Winwin):

-He's so sensitive

-Everything has to go really really slow or he could easily get overstimulated

-He's literally the prettiest boy in the world and loves dressing up in the cutesy things you buy him. He's a vision in baby pink lingerie

-Choked up whimpers when you're pleasuring him, but he's really good at staying quiet for the most part

-Has a surprisingly dirty mouth on him and will sometimes talk like he's the one in charge even though you have him wrapped around your finger

Dejun (Xiaojun):

-Your whiney baby

-Cries a lot

-He always gets so shy and embarrassed when he's subby, he can't even believe he likes the shit he does himself

-Tries to maintain his manners and modesty while you're knuckle deep in his ass

-The type to protest every crazy thing you ask of him, then comply seconds later because both of you know what he really wants

-Give him all the praise in the world or he'll start to feel awkward quickly

Kunhang (Hendery):

-Misbehaves on accident cause he always forgets the rules

-It's fine though cause he likes certain punishments you give him. Hours of edging? Fine by him! Tying him up and forcing him to watch you fuck yourself? Count him in!

-Lowkey a cuck, like the thought of you degrading him while you let someone else fuck you gets him GOING

-Open communication with each other about new things you wanna try and your comfortability doing certain things

-He picks the craziest safe words ever, some shit like "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious," tf?

-He also likes to have a new one every time cause he thinks they're fun to come up with

Yangyang:

-Surprisingly obedient

-Like you'd never guess how good he is for you

-He likes to talk a big game in public and before you guys start fucking but one little touch and he's like putty in your hands

-Always begging you for something, whimpering "Please, please!" until he doesn't even know what he's asking for anymore

-Occasionally has an attitude with you but corrects himself real quick because he hates punishments. The thought of not being able to touch you makes him check his behavior as soon as he gets out of line

-Really just the sweetest baby ever

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ggukkiedae · 6 months

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[N'-49, 54, 55, 56] NCT in SMTOWN OSAKA

(conversations in italics are spoken in english)

#1 - 방배정 게임 (Pick your roommate)

Hannah’s sitting next to Taeyong in the beginning, and you see him looping their arms together while Doyoung explains what is going on

after mark clarifies if the groups are randomized, haechan speaks up “what about haeeunie?”

“nct’s princess has the privilege of choosing wherever she wants to sleep, which is why she has her in-ears with her already”

hannah cheers while showing off the box in her hand, “princess privilege!”

when jaehyun picks jisung you can hear her in the background “oh, that sounds like a nice room” (then haechan’s “no, haeeun-ah, me!”)

but when kun picked johnny, haechan yelled “no! that’s where she’s gonna go!”

everyone laughed as johnny and kun stood next to each other, johnny going “hannah’s korean and chinese dads”

the camera zooms in on hannah who gave a simple shrug and a smile

once doyoung was sure no one would switch rooms, he called hannah to the front

“right now, hannah is going to choose her roommates. drumroll please!”

17 pairs of hands started hitting the floor while hannah laughed

“plain and simple, everyone. mark and jaemin, you’re stuck with me”

the two boys got up and cheered to high five hannah while others (read: haechan, ten, jaehyun, yuta, jisung, and chenle) protested

that’s how the video cut off

#4 - The Roommates Part 3 _ MJH/JHJS/CW

hannah’s sitting on the small shelf behind mark and jaemin while mark starts the video, just smiling at them

“this is mark” “this is jaemin na” “...”

mark looked back at her while she just stared back “hans, say something” “hey, guys! i’m hannah!”

while jaemin and mark discuss them being a couple with their snapbacks, you see hannah walk behind them to sit on the bed

“hannah, for some unknown reason, wanted the foldable add-on bed, so she’s there” “it’s comfier!” “anyway, can you guess which bed is jaemin’s”

when mark told jaemin he was being over, she snorted

“please, mark. we had a solid thirty minute conversation about how jaemin would get in next to you or if we would share the foldable bed” “wait, really?”

then jaemin explained how he eventually got in bed while hannah still watched in amusement

jaemin pulled her over to his bed, and they shifted so she was resting in front of them and all three of their faces were in the screen

she gave a playful judgy look with jeno popping out behind jaemin and mark’s exaggerated shock

“and the answer to why our room is popular among the members is? Jeno-shi?” “the answer is lee hannah!”

jaemin laughed “true, actually”

then jeno explained the real reason why he was there

then mark was explaining the actual answer of why the members came, and you can see hannah look up in surprise when jeno gets on the bed and start pretending to put kisses on jaemin

when jaemin almost said what mark said that morning, hannah snorted and got up off the bed and back to hers on jaemin’s other side

you can see jeno plop himself on her bed, and she’s trying to shove him off, but he just kept plopping back onto her bed. mark and jaemin kept talking like nothing was happening

“good night! hans, say good night!” “good night! it will be once lee jeno gets off my bed!”

#5 - BEHIND THE STAGE

taeil starts of the video walking to hannah who was getting her makeup retouched and hands her a cup of what looks like coffee. she grinned while she took it

“hannah-yah, what are you doing?” “now? i’m getting touched up. oppa, how’s my makeup?” “pretty” he then taps her cheek and walks over to mark and winwin

the next cut you see of her is when mark and jaemin’s cakes are there the next day

kun goes “kids, hannah baked those cakes”

mark does a double take “what?” and jaemin looks at her in shock “you were with us in our room! you fell asleep before us”

she laughed, “i snuck out with kun baba and youngho oppa at like 2am, you guys were so tired you didn’t wake up”

“dude, thank you!” mark went over to her and gave her a quick side hug while jaemin just engulfed her “haeeun-ah! thank you for baking the cake haeeunie!”

and you just see her squirming to escape the hug when it got too long

#6 - ENDING STAGE ‘빛 (Hope)’ Selfcam FULL Ver.

she’s with yoona, minho, and mark on their cart, and while yoona and mark are waving to fans and smiling at the camera, you can see minho behind them making hannah jump with him, and she’s just laughing

at some point, she stood next to mark, and he put an arm around her while they sang along to the lyrics

haechan met them where they were going to get down and assisted her onto the stage

further down the video, you see her waving to a stage camera, then she looks around confused

bc surprise: she can’t find nct

taeil appeared in the distance, and hannah ran straight to him, seemingly rapidly talking while taeil just smiled and nodded along all while walking her towards where the rest of nct were lining up for their bow

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drop an ask or a dm if you wanna be added or taken out of the taglist 🥰 requests are also open!

#hannah #lee hannah #lee haeeun #hannah.nct2018 #nct female member #nct female addition #nct dream 8th member #nct 127 10th member #hannah.nvlog

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yangsrose · 1 year

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Hello! I read your idol!reader x idol!johnny and I love how it turned out. Can I request any 127 member (you pick) with their idol significant other in ISAC please!

here's your request!! i couldn't really pick a member to write this for so i wrote it for all the 127 members lol

Taeil

I feel like he wouldn’t really make it apparent that you guys were in a relationship lol

He’d either shyly say hi to you or he’d be running away the moment you go near him or the other 127 members

Silently cheers you on as you participate in your events

Definitely meets you afterwards and congratulates you

Overall very quiet but you can see how proud he is of you :’)

Johnny

Stealing secret glances at you the entire day

Probably has waved and smiled at you while you were on the field with your other members

Shows off the entire time and makes sure that you’re watching him

If you win a medal he’ll definitely cheer from his seat

Needless to say everyone definitely thinks that there’s something going on between you two

Taeyong

I feel like Taeyong wouldn’t talk to you or interact with you mainly because he doesn’t want you to get caught in any dating rumours

Silently cheers you on the entire time

Watches intently to make sure that you don’t get hurt while you’re doing your events

If you medal in one of your events he’ll cheer for you and stand there with a proud smile

Definitely gives you a big hug after the event is done

Yuta

Remember when he accidentally threw his ring where a girl group was sitting?

Yeah he would probably do something like that so that he could talk to you :D

Would put himself in a situation where he can approach you and not make it noticeable

Watches you while you do your events and is completely immersed in the competition

Cheers for you when you medal and smiles widely whenever they call your name :))

Doyoung

He’s definitely the most nonchalant about the entire thing

Doesn’t really pay too much attention to you because he doesn’t want to spark any dating rumours

However he secretly does pay attention to you

Pretends to just be interested in your events when in reality all he’s watching is you

Subtly smiles anytime you do good in your events, especially if you medal in one of them

Jaehyun

Just like Doyoung he’s going to be as subtle as he can

Doesn’t really talk to you but passes by you a ton of times hoping that you initiate a conversation or something

Needless to say he goes the entire day without talking to you

Doesn’t really cheer you on in your events but he does watch really intently

Claps for you whenever you medal in your events but makes it seem as if he’s being polite so that no one suspects anything

WinWin

I have a feeling that he’s either never going to make eye contact with you the entire time or he’s going to be with you for the entire event

Even if he’s with you for the entire event everyone just thinks that you guys are close friends so they don’t really say anything

Cheers for you during your events

If you medal he’s going to be cheering the loudest

I feel like he’d take pictures of you because of how proud he is of you lol

Jungwoo

He’s probably not going to talk to you either but he will make eye contact with you from across the building and will smile at you

Watches all your events and usually drags another member with him so that it doesn’t look too suspicious

Cheers for you while you participate and definitely yells a ton if you medal

Gives you a high five or something after you receive your medal akjdbfn

Mark

Awkward if you ever go near him

Tbh he wants to say hi but doesn’t want to drag you into any scandals ;-;

Will probably watch and smile from afar (which definitely causes some eyebrows to get raised)

It takes everything in him to not cheer during your events

If you win though he’ll politely clap during the medal ceremony but will definitely give you a bear hug afterwards :’)

Haechan

Doesn’t really care about who’s watching and comes up to you to say hi akbdjf

Will probably drag the other members to sit near your group so that he can be near you

Cheers for you whenever you’re participating but will pretend like he does that for every other idol

If you win a medal- let’s just say the 127 members have to drag him away so that no one suspects anything

Your #1 supporter without a doubt

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what-if-nct · 1 year

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Nct morning after texts

Taeil: Hey babe, hope you slept well. Your hair clip is still here if you need it.

Johnny: Hey, so when are you coming back over? Johnny Jr misses you. I'm just playing but for real though tonight?

Taeyong: Good Morning, I just wanted to thank you for last night. And slapping me was a one time thing. You don't have to slap me again unless you want to. Do you want to?

Yuta: So.....I came back from the doctor. Don't worry we can share antibiotics.

Doyoung: Good morning, I hope you don't mind I sent breakfast over for you. Have a great day at work. See you at dinner.

Kun: It was wonderful seeing you last night, I made reservations for tonight. I'll pick you up. Call me later.

Ten: I'm sorry my cats watched all night. I'll put them in another room next time.

Jaehyun: So when can I hit again?

Winwin: He wrote and deleted multiple messages and just ended up saying "Hi"

Jungwoo: I can't stop thinking about what you did. I never had anyone suck my balls and dick at the same time. I think I love you. I didn't mean to call you mommy.

Mark: So...uh... like....you know....sup?

Xiaojun: I know I was louder than you and I hope that didn't ruin my chances. Why were you so tight in the first place?

Hendery: Wanna come over again? We didn't finish the Scooby Doo movie.

Renjun: You left your underwear now the guys aren't letting me live in peace. You can't get them back cause Jaemin is wearing them. Just let me come over next time.

Jeno: Had fun last night, hope you aren't sore this morning.

Haechan: Your welcome for last night. I know you're probably obsessed with me now.

Jaemin: I got us both coffee I'm coming right over.

Yangyang: I'm sorry I came so fast, give me another chance.

Shotaro: I had fun last night c: I hope I get to see you again🩷🩷

Sungchan: I'm not busy this morning, lets meet for breakfast. I can't stop thinking about you.

Chenle: It'd be cool to see you again or whatever

Jisung: Uh........so are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?

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ihavethedreamies · 16 days

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🔊 NCT Masterlist 🔊

First Kisses Drabbles | NCT 127 | NCT Dream | WayV

🐰 Doyoung 🐰

⪩ Best Friend's Brother ~5.4k [NSFW]

You always thought your best friend's older brother was incredibly attractive and had a huge crush on him. Turns out he likes you back.

🐯 Mark 🐯

🍉 Juicy Fruit - Watermelon 🍉 ~1.6k [NSFW]

🦊 Renjun 🦊

⪩ Snow in Sweden ~9.3k [SFW]

Everyone decides to go to Sweden for winter break. After picking partners for the trip, Renjun ends up sharing a room and bed with the girl he's had a crush on for a while.

🍇 Juicy Fruit - Grape 🍇 ~1.5k [NSFW]

🐶 Jeno 🐶

🍌 Juicy Fruit - Banana 🍌 ~1.9k [NSFW]

🐻 Haechan 🐻

🍒 Juicy Fruit - Cherry 🍒 ~2.2k [NSFW]

🐰 Jaemin 🐰

⪩ Mine ~9.1k [NSFW]

You decide to agree to a double date with your friend's friend, and so you take along your friend Jaemin. Jealousy ensues.

🍑 Juicy Fruit - Peach 🍑 ~2.5k [NSFW]

🐬 Chenle 🐬

⪩ Clingy ~5.6k [NSFW]

Chenle is feeling quite needy and wants his girlfriend. Normally she helps him deal with this, but he really wants to make her feel good back.

🍓 Juicy Fruit - Strawberry 🍓 ~2.1k [NSFW]

🐹 Jisung 🐹

⪩ Sitting Out the Storm ~6.2k [SFW]

When a nasty blizzard knocks out the power on campus many students are forced to share or stay at their friend's rooms. Though, most people don't have a crush on each other.

🍍 Juicy Fruit - Pineapple 🍍 ~2.1k [NSFW]

~Coming Soon~

🌹 Taeyong 🌹

🌕 Taeil 🌕

🐱 Johnny 🐱

🦑 Yuta 🦑

🐻 Kun 🐻

🐱 Ten 🐱

🍑 Jaehyun 🍑

🐥 Winwin 🐥

🐶 Jungwoo 🐶

🐲 Xiaojun 🐲

🐴 Hendery 🐴

🐏 Yangyang 🐏

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winthingz · 5 months

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ᴡɪɴᴡɪɴ 🇽 ᴊᴜɴʜᴜɪ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ 🔞

"After they filmed a tiktok on TMEA Awards Winwin and Junhui suddenly disappeared. Everyone was looking for them."

tw: cum, dirty talking, nudity

"You don't have to take off your shoes; come in." This was the first time Winwin called someone to his home. He invited Jun to his home for dinner. He regretted this many times in his head, but he invited him during the adrenaline of the situation, so he let Junhui. Calling someone to his house is not Winwin's thing. They both dressed black head to toe, and it was so funny to Winwin that they were going to someone's funeral. Winwin prepared a quick noodle with some fried eggs, and they ate together. After dinner was finished, Junhui thanked Winwin and was about to go home, but he suddenly stopped by Winwin's voice and said, "Can you stay this night?" Even Winwin was shocked; he didn't expect this from himself; he was attracted to Jun today so much and didn't want this good day to end this way. Jun accepted, but the idea of staying alone with Winwin at night already made Jun so horny that he couldn't control his woody, so he tried to hide it with his hand, but Winwin noticed it.

Winwin slowly walked to Junhui and removed his hands from his lap. Junhui just watched and let Winwin direct him. Winwin bent down slowly, held Jun's neck with his right hand, and placed a spitting kiss on his lips, which turned red after the spicy noodles. Then he put his left hand to the other side and started to kiss Jun more aggressively, holding himself back and letting Winwin until now, but he couldn't hold himself back anymore and dropped a more aggressive kiss on Winwin's lips as feedback. He pulled down Winwin, held his waist, and rubbed Winwin's cock in with his woody in his pants. Junhui grabs Winwin's ass and fingers Winwin's butthole with his middle finger while he's clothed, while Winwin picks up a good pace to rub his dick on Junhui's dick. Junhui held Winwin's neck and quickly changed their positions, holding Winwin's hips and picking them closer to his lap. Junhui tried the happy baby sex positions many times, but it was his first time with a man when he was dressed. Winwin is a flexible traditional dancer, so he easily pulled his legs on and started to rub his dick on Winwin's dick aggressively, and at the same time, he was giving Winwin a fervent kiss. While doing that, Winwin's butt was bigger than Jun's thought. Jun dry humped his dick with every piece of Winwin's butt, and while Jun was rubbing his dick to Winwin's butt to cum, Winwin was grabbing Junhui's butt and pulling him towards himself so tight. Jun asks Winwin a bareback without even using one word. Winwin nods his head. Jun took off Winwin's pants and placed him in good on the sofa, unzipped pants because he was about to cum. He had no time to take off his all-pants. He put his three fingers on Winwin's butt. He was preparing to do this tight hole for his woody. While he was winding Winwin's hole with his finger, Winwin was aggressively biting Jun's neck and giving him short kisses. Winwin was also about to cum, but he held it until Jun gave him a big cold cumshot inside his butthole.

Winwin moaned so loudly because Jun added one other finger to his hole and aggressively made Winwin's hole ready to get fucked, then he felt cold saliva on his hole. Jun finally finished his job, spotted it inside Winwin's butt, and slowly put his big, hairy, woody inside this tight hole. "Deeper, Jun," said Winwin with a seductive voice. Jun pulled his hips back and pushed himself with all his strength toward the depths of Winwin's warm and tight hole. "I will give what my whore asks," said Jun, then did the same move more aggressively. It was over even Winwin's pain limit, so he let out a big scream. Jun saw a T-shirt next to the sofa, put it on Winwin's mouth to stop him screaming, then pushed his dick inside Winwin's hole deeper again and again. Winwin's face turned red, but Jun was trying to stop Winwin was holding Jun's butt to take Jun's dick deeper into his butt. Winwin was enjoying every second of this pain and nodded to Jun to do it faster. Jun took the t-shirt from Winwin's mouth and bit under Winwin's lip when he thrust Winwin's deeper. Winwin's tears were dropping, but he was still holding Jun's butt to push it towards himself. Jun finally let out a big moan and shook his butt very strongly to drop all his cumshot inside Winwin's hole. His face looks so fucking sexy when he cummed, it makes Winwin want to take Jun's dick all night. Jun started to deepen Winwin's dick, but Winwin was also masturbating with his one hand during the entire sex. When Jun just bit a little Winwin's dick, Winwin just left it out all cumshot inside Jun's mouth. Then he pulled Junhui aggressively and kissed him so hard to prove he was not disgusting to kiss him after a blowjob. Winwin chuckled while looking at Jun's eyes, acting like he wasn't the one who turned red and his head veins were visible. Jun gave Winwin a final kiss; he gave a quick kiss on Winwin's ear and said, "I'm obsessed with you; you will never be free from me from now on."

#winwin smut #nct smut #wayv smut #jun smut #junhui smut #seventeen smut #kpop smut #junwin

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sluttyten · 1 year

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UNHOLY - Chapter Four

full masterlist || UNHOLY chapter index

genre: supernatural au

characters: fem reader, yuta, ten, winwin, mark, others mentioned

tags: polyamory, smut!, public sex, religious content/struggle/corruption

length: 8,390 words

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After WinWin leaves, you sit there in that empty hallway for a little while. The fluorescent white light is such a stark difference to the dark club atmosphere right on the other side of the doors that you just want to linger here a little longer. So you do.

You sit there for at least another ten, twenty minutes.

Eventually you stand up, you walk back through the doorway into the club, and you don’t look for Yuta or for Ten or Mark or any of the other even semi-familiar faces. You head for the exit, and you leave. You walk back through the underground by yourself, back through the city’s streets, and you ride the elevator up to your apartment alone.

You shower, rinsing away the club’s stink and the sweat from your skin. You manifest yourself something to eat.

You’ve just settled in on the sofa to eat the food when you hear a knock at the door. Quiet at first, but when you don’t answer, whoever is on the other side knocks again louder, and still unanswered after that, they pick up a frantic pounding knock.

Finally you stand, and checking first through the small peephole, you see that it’s Ten standing on the other side. He’s knocking continuously on the door, so when you throw it open, he nearly knocks you right in the face. His eyes are a stark black.

“Thank fuck,” he hisses, sweeping in to wrap his arms around you. “You’re home! You disappeared, and we were so worried that something happened to you! Don’t do that!” Ten squeezes his arms tight, crushing you to his chest. “Yuta’s probably tearing apart Mark’s club right now looking for you.”

You slip out of the hug, stalking back over to the sofa to eat. “Well, maybe you should stop him.”

Ten shrugs, closing the apartment door behind him as he comes inside. “He’ll be here soon enough.”

“Good.” You stab at your dinner. “I need to talk to you both.”

“Oh? I don’t like the sound of that.” Ten settles down on the other end of the sofa.

You shrug, avoiding eye contact as you say. “I made a decision. I want Yuta to send me home. I don’t want to be here anymore.”

Silence falls in a thick blanket over the room.

“Please don’t do this again,” Ten pleads.

You don’t say a word, just quietly eat and ignore his presence. The TV plays quietly, though neither of you are watching it, it’s just offering up a quiet background white noise.

“Don’t go,” Ten repeats. “I like having you around way too much. And you like it here, too, so I don’t understand. You’ve been enjoying everything, right? The places we’ve taken you, all the sights we’ve shown you, the people you met? Did we do something wrong?”

You frown. “No, you didn’t really do anything wrong.”

Ten frowns now too. “What does that mean?”

“I’m so tired of all of this supernatural shit. I don’t like that anyone I meet could actually be an evil non-human thing. I don’t like that thing that happened earlier tonight with that hallucination. A few weeks ago I didn’t even believe in demons or magic or any of this stuff, not really. Not as actual things that could come and take me away or influence me. I didn’t believe that I could be caught up in a magical hallucination that would feel so real. I certainly didn’t believe in demons as attractive, or even as people..” You close your eyes and move your dinner off to the coffee table. “A few weeks ago I only knew of Satan or Lucifer, nothing of any Queen of the Night or any of this other stuff. No demons or friendly vampires or horny werewolves. I miss my life. It was easy and not weird.”

“It was weird, you just didn’t know it.” Ten says with a sigh. One sideways peek through your eyelashes shows you that he’s drawn his feet up onto the sofa, knees up towards his chest with his arms wrapped around them as he looks at you. He’s got that normal human man look about him again, the one that makes you want to just crawl over and cuddle up to him.

Ten watches you for a few long seconds, then he says, “What’s so bad about demons being people? You like Yuta and I, don’t you? And you like Mark? Why does it matter if we’re demons or vampires or anything else?” His eyes flicker between cat-slit pupils and regular human eyes for a split second, after which he says, “You’re right about werewolves, though. Fuck them.”

You turn your head fully to the side to look at him now. “Why do you guys hate werewolves so much?”

“They’re fucking dogs, and I’m a cat guy.” Ten makes a face of disgust. “They’re not all absolutely awful, but a lot of them are. They let the wolf side control them even when they’re human. I’ve met a few good ones in my time, but no matter how good or bad they are, provoke them just a little and suddenly you’re faced with a big, ugly dog.”

“Couldn’t I say something similar of you and Yuta?” You ask. “Sure, right now you pretty much look just like any other human guy, but piss you off and you have soulless black eyes and smell like sulfur, give off that otherworldly aura. Mark, too. Looks like a handsome guy, but then there’s the fangs and the blood-drinking and the mind games.” You scoff, then say, “All of you are freaks. No offense.”

Ten smiles, endeared by you as he untangles his arm from his legs so he can reach over towards you. He touches your hand as he says, “Darling, I think you’re the freak in this city. You can’t do any of that stuff. Not quite demonic enough to have control of your demon powers.”

You brush his hand away. You hate that reminder of your origin. The demonic blood they claim runs in your veins. You don’t feel it there. You don’t feel anything other than human and you’re so over all of this. You can’t be part-demon; it just doesn’t make sense. You were raised in the faith, going to Church, standing on holy ground. You went through the sacraments, said prayers, received blessings. There was no pain, no burning or itching when the pastor dabbed holy water or blessed oil or sacred ash onto your forehead as he murmured words of religious power.

You squeeze your eyes shut.

You want to go home. You want to be able to stand in the graveyard outside of the little church. You want to live a full life with your friends, to grow a little family of your own. You don’t want to be corrupted in this city of sin, of perpetual dusk and demons. You don’t want the options of love and family to be taken away from you. You’ve enjoyed your time here, but you miss all the comforts and normality of your life before this, a human life.

It hits you all right now. Like a big wallop to your chest, you just hold that feeling of homesickness right there in your heart.

So for a little while, you turn your back on Ten, you cover your eyes with your hands, and you cry. And for a little while Ten doesn’t move or say anything, just listening to the soft sound of your tears falling.

But eventually he lifts a hand, running it soothingly up and down your back. You don’t push him away. You don’t cuss him out. Because, damn it, the comforting touch really feels so good. You do like Ten. You like Yuta too. You just want things to change. You want them to not be demons, to just be normal human guys who don’t remind you of the burden of mortal sin when you look at them.

Ten slides closer. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, wrapping you in a back hug, holding you against him. “I’m sorry. We can take you back. We were just trying to protect you here. That’s all we wanted.”

“I just want to go home!”

Ten nods. Holding you tight, like he doesn’t want to let you go. “Yuta will be here soon. He can send you home.” Ten tucks his face against your shoulder, his breathing soft against your skin.

Maybe it’s silly to wish to be somewhere far away, to wish that you’d never known a world like this one, to never have known the demons that are in your life. But you don’t try to pull yourself out of Ten’s arms. You let him hold you. You breathe in the scent of spice from his skin and soak in his natural demon heat.

You don’t know how long you sit there together but eventually Ten whispers, “I’ll miss you,” and then, just like that, he’s gone.

You curl in on yourself, crying on the sofa until a new presence makes itself known, a different heat, a different mixture of brimstone and bonfire smoke. He didn’t knock or even use the door; he just let himself in.

Yuta’s fingers are gentle when he strokes them along your cheek. “I think I know what these tears mean. Do you still want to leave?”

It’s so tempting to stay when you look at his face. His warm, gentle eyes. His touch soft on your cheek. You trust him. You like him. But WinWin’s words echo in your mind, telling you that you’re too good for this world, and that you’re better off out there.

“I’m tired of all of this shit,” you say. “I want to go home. No more monsters. You promised me—“

“I’ll take you home, pretty girl.” Yuta interrupts you, but he never looks away from your eyes. “I promised you I would if that’s what you really wanted.” He offers you his hand.

You take it, fingers sliding across his palm, and he pulls you up from the sofa. His expression is sad, and you don’t want to leave like this, but you don’t want to stay here any longer. Yuta dries your tears with the edges of his shirt sleeve, and then he pulls you in against his chest.

The world does the now familiar trick of flashing and flickering, falling into place again.

Yuta’s still standing there, holding you close, though now you’re back in the cemetery right in front of your parents’ graves. The night is deep around you. The air is fresh and clear in a way that you hadn’t realized you’d been missing. A cool mist falls over the headstones. Everything is quiet, muffled and chilly.

Even after Yuta pulls his arms back from around you, he clutches to your hand. Even as you look around at your surroundings, he holds on.

You’re somewhat surprised when you recognize your umbrella, resting against the headstone. It’s such a small thing, but you can’t believe you left it behind.

“I promised I’d bring you back,” Yuta says, “like nothing ever changed. Can I just ask, is this my fault, you changing your mind? Was it because of what I said in Frozen Hell?”

“No, Yuta.” You shake your head. “It was my decision. Though, I did run into WinWin, the werewolf again. He helped me make the decision.”

Yuta’s lips pull back from his teeth, a low hiss emanating from his throat. “Bastard.”

“Don’t.” The cool air prickles against your skin. “This was still my decision, he just listened and gave me the answer I already knew, the one that I just needed someone else to reinforce. Also, he told me that he knows you and Ten.”

Yuta frowns. “Yeah. Kinda. He’s rather good friends with one of Mark’s close friends. We just don’t like him, but, honestly,” Yuta sighs, “He’s one of the better werewolves I’ve met. Though now, I’m second-guessing that if he’s an influence on your decision to come back here. But a promise is a promise.”

You step away from him, feeling like you’re moving through water, slow-motion, reluctant.

Yuta lets your hand slip from his, his fingers drag against yours, holding on as long as he can, and you pick up your umbrella with the same hand that still holds the lingering heat of his.

You look back at him. “Thank you, Yuta.”

He dips his head in acknowledgement. “I don’t take lightly the promises I make. So I’ll make you another promise.”

You twist the umbrella in your hand, avoiding eye contact with him because if you look a little too close you might find a reason to head back to Hell City with him. You stare at the mud between your feet until Yuta steps closer, his clean shoes entering your line of sight. His hand covers yours on the handle of the umbrella, and you can’t push down the impulse to look up into his eyes.

They’re the warm brown that he first showed you right here in this spot. But there’s a new depth to them that wasn’t there at that time. Emotion flickers within them, unreadable—or perhaps you just refuse to read it. You don’t want to dive into his gaze and read the hurt, the longing, the disappointment that resides right there beneath the surface. You don’t want to see your own emotions buried in there, that strange want and sense of familiarity that you’d found in the company of demons and in Hell City.

“I promise you,” Yuta vows, holding your hand in his, “That if you change your mind, if you need help, if you miss me, if you call my name, I’ll be there.”

You shutter your heart as it reacts to his honest words. This is what you want. To be here. In the real world surrounded by humans. “That’s not going to happen.” You pull your hand away from his comforting touch. “I’m fucking done with demons and vampires and all of that. I don’t want any more to do with monsters.”

Yuta watches you, never breaking eye contact. “As if there aren’t plenty of monsters here in your world, sweet girl. Ten and I weren’t the first demons you met, and I assure you, we won’t be the last. Monsters are everywhere, in everything. We wanted to protect you.”

“I don’t need your protection.” You fold your arms over your chest. You’re lying to him straight through your teeth. You like the idea of feeling protected by them, but the morals and values you were raised to believe in are constantly at war with everything happening now. “I just want you to leave me alone so I can forget that you, Ten, and all of Hell City even exist.”

“Regardless, I’ll never let anything happen to you.” Yuta lifts his hand, quickly cupping the back of your head and drawing you in so he can plant a kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight, my love.”

You open your mouth to say something in response, but whatever words were going to come out are lost to the wind and the empty night. You stand facing the empty darkness of the back of the cemetery.

He’s gone. You’re back home, all the demons and monsters left behind in a far away place. But then why do you feel so unhappy?

You trudge home from the cemetery, opening the umbrella as the mist becomes a drizzle, which soon picks up into a proper rainfall.

It must be very late. The streets are empty, though there are a few houses who’ve left their porch lights on. But despite the late hour, you wander the long way home, enjoying the simplicity and familiarity of these streets you’ve known since childhood. You’ve been away for so long, you wonder if these streets have missed you as you’ve missed them. As you pass the dark, empty windows of the coffee shop you wonder if the usual barista has been curious about where you went. You wonder if the pastor has missed you on Sundays, or if the stray cat that camped out by the dumpster outside your apartment building had gone in search of a new friend.

There are all of these little things and places you’re excited to get back to. No place more so than your bed.

When you get home, you leave your umbrella to dry at the door, kick your shoes off, and sink into the familiar smell of home. You’ve missed this. Your bed. Your air freshener. Your phone.

You’d left your cellphone at home that night when you went to the cemetery. It was probably not the smartest choice, but you didn’t like to be interrupted when you went to see your parents. You wonder how many missed phone calls and texts you’re going to have once you charge your phone up and power it on. Friends and co-workers and people wondering where you are. Judging by the lack of crime scene tape or anything, you’re assuming no one reported you missing, which is both a depressing and also curious thought. Did Yuta and Ten, through their demon powers, leave behind an excuse as to where you went? Or, for the upsetting thought, had maybe no one cared that you disappeared at all?

But when you reach your bedroom, lifting your phone from the bedside table to plug it in, the screen lights up immediately.

No missed calls. Just a few texts from a couple of your friends who’d gone out to the bars on Halloween. And then you look at the time.

11:59pm.

The date: Halloween. All Hallow’s Eve.

Like nothing ever changed. Yuta’s words echo in your mind.

He brought you back. Right back to the moment when he and Ten took you away.

It’s still Halloween.

The clock ticks forward, the time changing to midnight, the date switching to the first of November.

Maybe tomorrow you’ll wake up and you can pretend that it was all just a weird dream.

It was anything but a dream. That, you slowly start to realize as the days pass you by.

As much as you try to convince yourself that the time you spent in Hell City with two demons, and the nights you’d spent there in the company of your demons and a vampire and a werewolf and a whole horde of other monstrous creatures, you can’t convince yourself that it wasn’t real.

You can’t pinpoint it, but something has changed.

Though no time passed here, no one even knew that you were gone for weeks, there’s a distance now that wasn’t there before.

You feel different.

People look at you differently.

“Are you alright?” Your best friend had asked the first time you saw her in person after Halloween. “You just look a little…. off.”

“Oh, thanks.” You’d laughed in the moment, playing it off. “I guess I just look ugly today, but I didn’t sleep well last night.”

That is a partial truth. You hadn’t slept well the night before. You’d been plagued with horrifically wonderful dreams that had deep-dived into your subconscious for material. Horny dreams of Ten and Yuta, of the werewolf WinWin, of Mark even.

The dreams featuring the demons, those were somewhat normal. Ten waking you up in bed with fingers busy already between your legs. Yuta’s patient, teasing voice in your ear as he fills you with his cock from behind.

But the vampire? It was unexpected for your dreams to bring Mark into the fantasies. The first was set where you’d first met him, Mark was upon his throne above the bloody orgy. He’d looked kingly, and he’d held you in his lap, down on his cock right there on the throne. Another took place in the club where you’d last seen him, in a comfy booth bathed in the eerie blue lights, his mouth stained with blood as he drinks from your throat while spreading you out on the table.

And the werewolf WinWin you had barely known while in Hell City, but he obviously made an impact. In these dreams he’s just human, as you’d imagined him until truth reared its ugly head. In the dreams, he’s just an attractive guy at a club, choking you on his cock in some back darkened hallway, then fucking you doggy style with his hand wrapped around your throat.

Each night you had these dreams. Each night you woke in a cold sweat at half past three in the morning, desperate to get yourself off after the action in your dreams.

That desperation leads to going out, roping a few friends into going to a bar. You mingle, you drink, you choose a guy who kinda reminds you of Yuta when you look at him through the haze of the drink muddying your veins. You just need to take the edge off, to release some of your horniness, which is nothing different than you’d done before your adventure to Hell City. Sure, before that, you hadn’t seen action in quite a while, but now the heat in your belly refuses to be neglected.

The guy, if he even gives you his name, comes home with you. You twist around him in the backseat of an Uber, his tongue down your throat and his hands clumsily wandering. But his touch doesn’t fill you with the same heat as Yuta’s touch, his eyes aren’t quite the same shape as Yuta’s or the same color.

But he fucks you well enough, his hand on your throat while he tells you to call him Daddy, his cock pounding into you in uncoordinated thrusts that get you to orgasm just purely because you’re so wound up.

He sleeps over, and in the morning you squeeze in another round with him in the shower. You have to go to work, so you can’t spend too long together, though he does offer to buy you coffee.

You have no intention of seeing him again. In the stark light of morning, he looks nothing like Yuta while simultaneously still looking too much like the demon you’re trying to pretend doesn’t exist. He walks alongside you to your favorite coffee shop, he orders his drink and pays for yours, and you forget that you’ve silently in your mind been referring to him as Not-Yuta until the barista calls out “Ji Hansol” for him to fetch your drinks.

You can tell by the way Hansol smiles at you, by the way that his touch lingers as he hands over your drink, that he likes you. He probably would like to make this a regular thing between you. But you have no intention of that. You wave goodbye and head off to work, struggling to reconcile Hansol’s semi-familiar features with your absolute denial in Yuta’s existence. Yuta was just a dream, a pure figment of your imagination, right? Because demons and Hell City and the truth Ten and Yuta had told you about yourself had all just been some really bizarre nightmare.

Right?

But there’s no denying that something is different the first Sunday after your return. You head to Church as always. You walk the path by the ancient willow, heading straight on to the heavy wooden doors of the Church.

Your hands tingle as you touch the wood. You feel your breath catch in your throat as you push the door open. But you take it as excitement to finally be back here on holy ground after the unholiness you’ve lived through.

You continue to tell yourself that even as an odd weight sinks lower in your belly with each step deeper into space. It’s what you tell yourself as you dip your fingertips in holy water, performing the sign of the cross. Your arm aches, fingertips tingling, the weight in your belly feeling hot.

You plop down into a pew as quickly as you can, surreptitiously wiping your hands dry on your jacket, dabbing at your forehead with your sleeve.

Weird. But you’ve been feeling a little weird.

You disregard it until the time comes for communion. The time to receive the Eucharist, the blessed bread and wine, the body and blood of Christ.

You curse yourself quietly in your mind as you near the head of the processing line, almost to the pastor who hands out the Eucharist with a blessing. As you watch another parishioner drink from the goblet of wine, all you can think of is Mark in that underground Hell club, his martini glass of what was almost certainly blood. Actual blood.

The pastor places the Eucharist into your cupped palms, says the words, nodding as he looks you in the eye. His gaze slips beyond you, moving onto the next person, and you step to the side, following the same movements that you’ve been familiar with for so many years of your life. You slip the Eucharist onto your tongue, dip your head, do the sign of the cross while facing the crucifix behind the altar, and as you turn to head back to your seat is when you feel it.

A tightening in your throat. A burn. You feel like the small Eucharist is expanding and rough, scratching and scraping as you swallow it down.

You’re choking on it, but you do your best to not show panic. You head straight down the aisle, and instead of turning into the pew where you’d sat before, you head straight out the doors of the nave, the main body of the Church, turning sideways into the women’s restroom.

The small tiled room is empty and cold. The air feels still and stale, smelling of sanitizer and a dying air freshener of the floral variety.

You make it over to the sink just in time to cough, gagging as the Eucharist dislodges from your throat. You turn the sink on, rinsing it down the drain, still coughing and spitting. You look up at your reflection, holding your mouth open to see if your throat is red and raw as it feels.

It’s too dim in the bathroom to see anything, but the burning subsides as you cough again, spitting out the last little piece of the bread-turned-body of Christ.

This might be a problem.

You ignore it for the next week. Pretending everything is fine. Pretending that you didn’t have something akin to an allergic reaction to the Eucharist. Pretending that the holy water didn’t make your skin tingle, and that stepping foot on holy ground didn’t make you feel deeply uncomfortable in a physical way.

And also you pretend that your friends aren’t avoiding you. You can’t tell if they’ve just somehow forgotten you or if they’re genuinely avoiding you. Ghosting you on plans that had been made, leaving your phone calls and messages unanswered. Then there are the strangers too. People you pass on the street that let their gaze slide away uncomfortably or the ones who stare a little too closely, like there’s something about you they don’t like.

The only one who doesn’t treat you that way is Hansol. You bump into your one-night stand on Monday morning, and he seems excited, like at even the slightest opportunity he would love to get you back in bed. Following the oddness of Sunday at Church, you slip up and meet him over lunch that day for a quick romp in your car. There are so many pent up sexual needs that you’ve been suppressing, and you let them all out with him. You throw yourself into his eager attentions in an effort to forget the odd reactions of everyone else.

It’s like they all view you as something strange and different. Something emanating Otherness.

There are just odd things.

You can’t even pretend anymore that your time in Hell City was just an elaborate dream. The world feels different around you.

You ignore it all until the second Sunday following your return from Hell City.

Maybe everything, last Sunday included, was just a freak occurrence. Maybe it was just because you still had the feel of Hell City inside you, that’s why your friends have been avoiding you. Maybe it’s the holidays coming up quickly that has everyone distracted, that’s why they’ve forgotten you this week. Or it could be the strange drifters, truckers, lone strangers that you’ve noticed wandering through town, that is why you’ve received odd looks from familiar and foreign faces alike.

Maybe this week will be different. Maybe the Eucharist and holy water and the air of the Church had cured you last week, this week will be fine and you’ll pray and you’ll go out to dinner with your best friend tonight like you used to do every Sunday night.

But the holy water tingles on your skin, a heavy weight drags in your belly. You hold the Eucharist under your tongue, suffering through the burning sensation until you return to your seat and fish a tissue out of your purse to pretend to blow your nose into as you instead pass the Eucharist into the tissue, leaving your tongue and lips burning, and you swear you taste blood.

You linger in your pew as the Church clears out. You bow your head, squeezing your eyes shut in prayer, desperate prayers to Jesus Christ on the cross, to the Father, to the Holy Spirit.

The parishioners pay you no mind. They pass out of the Church and mingle with the pastor and among themselves outside in the lovely November sunlight.

You’re still there when the pastor returns, waiting for him.

“Can I speak with you?” You ask.

He agrees. For one thing, as a pastor, it’s part of his job to listen to people who come seeking his ear. For another, this pastor is familiar with long talks with you. After your parents passed, he was a great help in getting you through the worst of your grief, helping you find faith again.

Maybe that’s all you need again. His helping hand in returning you to the faith.

You follow him to his office in the back of the Church, tucked in a room behind the altar.

You sit across from him at his desk, unsure exactly where to begin, but you start out talking about your parents. How you’d learned of their struggle to conceive when they were newly married and trying to grow a family, and from there you just drift around on the subject of your parents, diving into the topic of their strange deaths, the demonic symbols the police had found carved in their bedroom.

The talk ends early due to him having another appointment he has to get to, but you schedule another visit with him for the following day.

That talk goes pretty much the same. You dance around the topic you really want to talk about, slowly easing into it. You meet with the pastor frequently over the following days. He and Hansol are the only people who make you feel alive and real and acknowledged. They’re the only ones to see you. And slowly you begin to voice your concerns to the pastor about the way you feel when you enter the Church.

You’re nearly in tears when you admit to the pastor that uncomfortable feeling because truly it terrifies you. You’re constantly wondering in the back of your mind what happened to you while you were away. You didn’t do anything wrong! You avoided the lusty temptation of the demons and the monsters; you can’t help it that your imagination provides plenty. Even now, even when you are working out your sexual frustrations with Hansol, which you also confess to the pastor, your nights are still plagued with dreams of the demons, the vampire, and the werewolf too. They’re not always sexual, but they contain romantic moments and moments of general companionship that make you long for and miss the city of sin.

When you bring up your companionship with the demons to the pastor, you frame it in a way that makes it seem like it was just a dream. Just as you’ve been trying to pretend to yourself. As if you were just dreaming of demons and monsters, of their attempts to seduce you. You whisper in the quietest voice about the more intense dreams you have, and you try to ignore the utter look of disapproval that furrows his brow deeper than it had when you’d confessed to him your loose relationship with Hansol.

The pastor listens mostly in quiet consideration of everything you say, interjecting occasionally to offer you advice, to ask questions or to offer answers when you pose a question of your own.

But three weeks after your return to this little life of yours is when you finally feel vulnerable enough with the pastor to say, “Every time I enter the Church, it feels like I don’t belong. When I—When my skin touches the holy water it burns. I can hardly take Communion any more. It burns my tongue and lips, and if I try to swallow, I choke on it.”

Tears drip down your cheeks, your hands wringing in your lap. You’ve devolved into a nervous wreck as the weeks have gone by.

You’re questioning your sanity, if you’re being honest.

You’re lonely, too.

Your friends have nothing to do with you anymore. Strangers look at you like you’re vermin. You’ve quit your job. You rarely leave your apartment except to grab groceries or pick up dinner from somewhere. Hansol and the pastor are all you have. And trying to trick yourself into believing that your own memories are false is making you feel insane. It’s taking a toll on you.

“I need help,” you beg.

The pastor sits behind his desk, hands folded on top of it as he looks at you silently. “Yes, dear, I would say that you do need help. This all sounds very, um, concerning, to say the least. I don’t mean to frighten you when I tell you this,” he says as he rises to his feet. “But it sounds to me like a demonic possession of some sort.”

Your words catch in your throat, fingers wrinkling against the hem of your sweater.

The pastor comes around the desk. “I have a little experience with this type of thing,” he admits. “I studied demonology during a time at the monastery. A friend of mine, he’s in town actually, visiting the diocesan bishop, he’s a certified exorcist.”

That word sends a jolt down your spine and you sit up straight. “An exorcist?”

He nods solemnly. “Yes, dear. I—I fear that you may meet certain requirements, but I’ll go fetch him, bring him here to see you. He’s more experienced with demonic possession than I am. And if he deems you—“

“No!” You stand up, and you feel wild in that moment, but if what Ten and Yuta told you holds any truth, if you are indeed part demon, what would an exorcism do to you? Rip you in half, leaving you for dead? Would it tear that demonic part out of you, leaving you feeling half empty for the rest of your life?

“Now, settle down.” The pastor holds his hands up placatingly, but you won’t settle down. You won’t just sit here and wait for him to bring back a man who may sentence you to a life not worth living or even death.

“No, please! I—I’m not possessed. That’s ridiculous! Maybe I’m just manifesting physical symptoms based on psychosis or something.” You say, saying anything you can to convince him not to go searching for his exorcist friend.

“Those symptoms you’re speaking about are very concerning. And the change in your character from how you behaved several weeks ago until now? The loosening of your morals by engaging in random sexual relations with a stranger? The dreams you’ve been experiencing as well. Even if you’re not possessed, dear, I fear that there is an attempt being made via these dreams of seduction.” The pastor backs away from you. “He’s just going to talk with you for a bit, dear. It will be alright.” His voice is level, calm, though he’s failing to calm you as he draws backwards toward the door.

“You can’t go!” You shout, and you fling yourself at him, not quite sure what you hope to accomplish. Not that it matters because you utterly fail.

The pastor is quicker than you gave him credit for. He reaches for the coat hooks beside the door, grabbing his stole—the long colored sash that he wears draped over his shoulders during the service.

He moves quickly, wrapping his arms around you, pinning your arms to your sides as you squirm and cry, shouting for him to let you go, trying to convince him that you’re not possessed, but apparently your actions only serve to further convince him.

“I’m sorry, dear,” he apologies as you feel him wrap the stole tightly around your wrists, binding them behind your back. “But it’s really becoming clear that you need help.”

You cry out, squirming. “Please! It hurts! You’ve tied it too tightly!” But in truth it’s burning against your wrists, settling an unitchable itch beneath your skin.

You twist out of his hold, trying to make for the door just behind him, but he catches your arm, and throws you to the ground.

The air is forced out of your lungs as you hit the ground. Your chin slams against the floor, jarring your teeth together.

You’re still gasping for breath as he drags you up from the floor, tightening the stole on your wrists before he forces you back down into the chair. The pastor walks quickly to the wardrobe in the corner of the room. You can’t see inside when he opens the doors, but you can see the fine silver chain that he draws out. You can smell the odor of incense clinging to it as he approaches you again.

“This is for your own good, I’m afraid.” He says as he grabs your arm and lifts you from the chair, moving you over toward the wall, over to the old radiator beneath the window. “I can’t have you breaking lose, hurting yourself or hurting anyone else.”

You’re forced down to sit on the ground. He reaches around behind you, winding that fine silver chain tightly around your wrists, loosening the stole as he replaces it with these chains instead.

And they burn even worse. Tears sting your eyes and cheeks.

He gasps audibly as you cry out, kicking your feet on the floor frantically when you feel the chain biting into your wrists.

“This is very serious. I hunted demons to no success in my youth,” he says, stumbling away from you once the chain is secured around your wrists, binding you to a pipe of the radiator. “I never imagined….. Whether a demon is inside you or it’s something else deeply unholy tainting you, dear, I—I’ll be back! Everything will be alright.”

“You’re going to kill me!” You cry, using the last option you have. “Please, don’t. Please, it’ll kill me.”

He shakes his head. “It’ll be okay.”

And then he’s backing away, running from the room.

You struggle against the chains, but each move you make causes them to dig in deeper, and it sears against your skin like an iron poker fresh from the fire. You struggle until you realize you can’t possibly break yourself free. You struggle until you’re sobbing in frustration, cursing aloud and in your mind.

For the first time, you feel utterly powerless. You wish you had some understanding or control or ability to tap into the powers that must surely be hiding in your blood if there is any truth to your partial demon heritage. You wish there was something you could do to get yourself free, but the more you struggle the more the chain bites and burns into your skin.

For the first time in the month you’ve been back, you finally do what you’d told yourself you never would.

You say his name.

“Yuta!” You cry out. “Ten!”

You call their names, screaming and shouting until your voice feels raw, and still you’re alone in this office, dreading the return of the pastor.

And then you feel it, smell it, hear it rather than seeing anything. A shift in the air, a creak of the floor, the horribly familiar smell of sulfur.

“What the fuck?” Ten drops to his knees in front of you. “What’s wrong? What’s happened?”

His hands flutter over you, checking you over for injuries.

Yuta sinks down beside you, and you see all at once that Hansol doesn’t even begin to measure up to Yuta. There’s no comparison between them. Yuta is beautiful and handsome and a sob breaks free of you as you take in the sight of him.

Yuta spares your face a single glance. He tries to pull you away from the radiator before he realizes that you’re chained to it.

“Who did this to you?” Yuta asks, his voice low and dangerous. “Why did they do this?”

“The pastor!” You hiss, “I came to him about my sins, about my inability to take Communion or touch holy water any more.”

You notice Ten exchange a look with Yuta over your shoulder. Rage flares up inside you. This is all their fault! If they’d never appeared in the cemetery, if they’d never taken you to Hell, this wouldn’t be happening to you.

“You ruined me!” You yell, and tears are streaming down your cheeks. You jerk against the bonds, but they hold tight, burning against your wrists. “You fucking ruined me!”

“Shh!” Ten hushes you, crouching in front of you, brushing his fingers to your cheeks in an attempt to dry your tears, but more keep coming. “Hold still, darling.”

Yuta curses and hisses behind you. You feel his hands on your arms, fingers prodding around the chain that you strongly suspect has been anointed and blessed for some reason.

“It hurts,” you whine. “Hurry up!”

Ten presses his hand to the back of your head, wrapping his arm around your upper back, holding your head to his shoulder. “We’ll get you out, don’t worry.”

Yuta backs away, hissing in pain. “What kind of pastor is this?”

You lift your head from Ten’s shoulder to see Yuta’s fingertips blackened and smoking, though they begin to heal right before your eyes.

“Demon hunter,” you cry, “He said he was going to fetch an exorcist for me, believing that I’ve been tainted by something unholy.” You sniffle, feeling your rage at them drop back down to a simmer, your desire to live taking over. “What will happen to me if he brings an exorcist back?”

Ten’s fingers sharpen against the back of your head. “That’s not going to happen,” he growls, and his eyes flood with black. Turning to Yuta, he says, “Go back, get Mark or anyone that can break these bonds on her. Hurry.”

You can tell by the look on Yuta’s face he’s definitely not used to Ten telling him what to do. But he does it. There one instant and gone the next.

“I’m sorry,” Ten apologizes. “We should have never let you come back. What happened?”

So you explain it to him. The way you’d felt ostracized and different, even around the people you’d known all your life, doing things you had once done all the time. You don’t skirt away from mentioning Hansol, at which point a muscle in Ten’s jaw twitches and his eyes flash their demonic yellow. You tell him about approaching the pastor for the first time, about the multiple talks, and finally the last talk this morning that led to this.

“You guys ruined me.” You tell him again. “I was fine before you took me there.”

“We just enhanced who you naturally are. That Otherness, the unholiness inside you.” Ten takes your cheeks in his hands. “Can’t you feel it now?”

Of course you can. It’s like a black pit in your belly, a heavy weight that settles in your gut any time you see the pastor or step foot on holy ground. If you think back really hard, you remember always having a faint feeling like that when you were growing up, but it hadn’t felt anything like this. Like a power simmering beneath your skin, waiting for a spark to light you up.

But it’s there now, ever-present.

“What do I do?” You ask, pulling against the burning bonds at your wrists again. “I can’t live here anymore, can I?”

Ten looks into your eyes for a long moment. “Come back with us. It’s the only place you’ll be safe. This is what we were avoiding in the first place. You’re defenseless, unaware of how to protect yourself against the powers that would come after you at the first chance. Like this pastor,” he spits the word, “and his exorcist.” Another flicker of rage across his face, quickly tamped down.

You briefly think of Hansol. How just leaving might leave this guy you’ve developed something of a relationship with, however singularly based in sex it may be, might be alarming to him. He’s been so eagerly pursuing your affections, and in the brief moments of closeness you’ve spent after sex, he’s talked to you of going away, moving somewhere else and how he thinks you would like going away too.

“I could just leave,” you tell Ten with a sniffle. “Not to Hell City. Somewhere else. Hansol wants to take me away.”

Again, Ten’s eyes flare yellow with emotion. “I’m sure he does. Don’t go with him. Come with us, please.”

“I miss you,” you admit, the words flying from your lips almost without thought, and you’re startled to find they are nothing but truth. “And I miss Yuta.”

Ten looks surprised but grateful. Hopeful, which isn’t an expression that you ever imagined to see on a demon’s face. “I miss you, too.”

He tips his forehead against yours. And you press yours forward.

You sigh. “If I come back, if you and Yuta get me out of here, I don’t want to be alone.” That was all you’d asked when Yuta brought you back from Hell City. You just wanted to be alone to forget them, but not anymore. You know that now, sitting here in front of Ten. You don’t want to be alone and you don’t want to feel powerless any longer. You don’t want to deny yourself what you’ve wanted all along.

“You won’t be alone,” Ten vows. His eyes close, his nose touches yours. “We are getting you out of here, darling, I swear that to you on my black soul.”

You tilt your head, allowing yourself just the briefest kiss, a ghost’s touch of your lips against Ten’s. A seal on his promise.

This time, when they get you out of here and take you back to that ragged city of Hell, you won’t hold back. You won’t force down your hungers and wants; you’ll let your desires run rampant. You’ll embrace the demon side of you, learn everything they have to teach you.

“Here, hurry!”

Yuta bursts back into existence, his voice preceding him by a millisecond, and then he’s right there, crouching down in front of you beside Ten, shoving a figure at you.

The other man slams into your side by accident, knocking you off balance, but reaching out to steady you. You can’t see his face as he twists around behind you. His fingers are hot against your wrists, twisting at the bonds.

“Him?” Ten hisses. “You brought him?”

“Beggars can’t be choosers, Ten,” Yuta says, “And he was the first person I saw.”

Ten stands up, rocking onto his feet, a growling hiss rolling from behind his teeth.

“He owes her to get her out of this mess!” Yuta shoots upright as well, staring down Ten as Ten glares at the man who is behind you, slowly but surely loosening the bonds around your wrists. “Are you really going to complain about who I found to save her?”

You feel a snap, and you cry out in pain as the bones in your left hand and wrist break.

“Sorry!” The man behind you grunts under his breath, groaning as he twists at the bonds. “Almost there!”

Pain radiates through your wrist and hand, lancing through your head as your liberator maneuvers your broken hand through the chains.

Yuta is the one that scoops your head against his chest, lowering his lips to your ear, trying his best to comfort you.

Distantly, you hear the sound of the Church’s heavy double doors opening.

“He’s back!” Your voice is tight with pain and fear, and Yuta holds you tighter. The man behind you moves faster to free your second hand, and you pray he doesn’t break this one too, but your prayers no longer hold any meaning to the God you once prayed to.

Your other wrist snaps as easily as the first.

You bite down on Yuta’s shoulder to muffle the pain, and he hisses as your teeth break skin. But it helps you to some degree.

The last bit of your damned bondage slips away. You fall fully against Yuta’s chest.

Voices are approaching the office door, and you can feel the righteous anger emanating from both of your demon protectors, but you lift your head from Yuta’s shoulder, and through blurry tears and with a pain-drunk voice, you look up at Ten and Yuta and beg, “Just get me out of here.”

Yuta’s arm goes tight around your waist as he hauls you to your feet right as the door to the office slams open.

For a moment everyone stands frozen staring at each other. The pastor stares at the two demons with their arms around you and their eyes like the blackest night. They stare right back at him. But your eyes are on the exorcist that stands just behind the pastor with the all too familiar face of Hansol.

The world squeezes tight around you, flickering in and out of existence before fading entirely to black.

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a/n: thank you so much for reading! Chapter five will be posted next Sunday, as usual, but in the mean time I really want to hear what you all think so far! I know not a whole lot has really happened, but any thoughts, questions, theories, or things you hope will happen please let me know! thank you 💗

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WayV Reaction ✧ Spending Christmas with them for the first time

✧ WayV all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: fluff, established relationship AU ✧ warnings: none

Kun:

plans a romantic date night with you!

since it’s your first Christmas together he HAS to make it special

puts together the perfect playlist to accompany your dinner weeks before the actual date and he adds lots of romantic songs he knows you’ll like

he also cooks you a three-course-dinner using all knowledge he has of the food you really like because nothing can stop him from making this day as special as he can

he also prepares a little gift for you - a silver necklace with a tiny heart on it

brushes it off when you assume correctly that he spent wayyy too much money on that

overall it’s a very comfortable and romantic evening you spend together

Ten:

wants it to be fancy and to impress you

so he plans to take you shopping to some expensive stores, where he lets you pick out your own Christmas present (he WILL complain if you pick something comparably cheap askdjflaks)

for dinner he reserved a table at a famous restaurant, because he wants to ensure you get only the best food

he insists on paying for everything, because he wants to make you feel special

only when he’s sure you’re full and content does he take you back home

at the end of the day you cuddle up in bed, spending some quality time together before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms

Winwin:

he takes you to meet his family

spending holidays with his loved ones is very important to him, and so he’s happy he gets to celebrate Christmas with both his family and his s/o

takes extra good care that you’re comfortable and tries his best to do whatever he can to help you feel at home

a pretty calm evening spent with good homemade food

later on you all exchange presents and then you play some games together

even though everything seems to go well, you boyfriend is still a bit worried that maybe you didn’t feel fully comfortable after all when you two go to bed

however, you assure him that you had fun and he shouldn’t worry so much, before falling asleep together

Xiaojun:

to him this is the perfect opportunity for some quality bonding time

that’s why he convinces you to cook your own Christmas dinner together

this will obviously end in a big mess, and not every one of the planned dishes turns out as it should

however, you have a lot of fun preparing everything, and that’s what counts!

there may or may not be a minor food fight happening at one point, which just ends in kisses and hugs uwu

overall it’s a very fulfilling experience, and you have to realize you’ve made way too much food lol

the evening ends filled with laughter which eventually fades into a more calm mood when you go to sleep

Hendery:

he’ll go with whatever you want to do

whether you’re visiting your family or if you want to go Christmas shopping or go out to get food - he’ll tag along

will offer to buy you snacks and street food whenever you pass by something that looks tasty (really he just wants to try it himself so he’ll hope you say yes)

will basically just spoil you all day

he’ll convince you to just order some good food, because “we could never make it as well and efficiently as a restaurant can anyway”

however, afterwards he’ll demand cuddles and praises for taking care of you so well all day

you can’t tell if he’s joking or being serious, but you were planning on thanking him anyway, so you grant his wish

Yangyang:

just wants to have fun with you

he takes you ice skating while it’s still daytime

if you’re not good at it he will teach you how to do it, but he will also ask you to race him, mercilessly leaving you behind and comforting you with a big hug after you lost :’)

you return home when it starts getting dark, where you order some food from both your favourite restaurant

it’s nothing out of the ordinary, but somehow the way his eyes sparkle when he looks at the cutely decorated tree and then you still makes the day feel special

after dinner you snuggle up on the couch and watch some Christmas movies you’ve seen countless of times before, until the day finally comes to a peaceful end

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