I'm pretty psycho

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[purki-plory]

Tavien was so surprised by Nash moving him around like a fucking doll that he didn't bother to fight back; he was also still reeling from having agreed. The feeling of his erection pressed into his ass caused Tavien to inhale sharply and he squirmed against the concrete, small bits of gravel digging into his cheek.

Nash's words had Tavien grit his teeth, pushing his hips back ever so slightly as heat continued to pool in his groin. Part of him wanted to move, wanted to go somewhere private, but a bigger part of him was reveling in the feeling of being pinned down, his erection being ground into the gravel, Nash grinding against him; he didn't want to lose this feeling.

Instead of answering right away, Tavien lifted his hips more and pressed himself back and up into Nash's dick. He didn't bother holding back the small moan. He was pretty sure that if Nash kept pushing him into the ground like he was, he was going to come far too fast.

"Here is fine," he eventually ground out, his jaw still tense, breathing shallow. However, he wasn't going to give up the fight yet either. "Just get it over with." He wished his voice wasn't so fucking breathy; he sounded too fucking horny for his liking.

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“Motherfuck.” The curse dropped off Tavien’s lips immediately when the phone rang, interrupting them. He lay on the ground for a moment, breathing heavily, trying to ignore the voices growing louder in his mind now that there was a lull in activity. God, look at you, fucking homo. No wonder your parents can't stand you.

It was quiet for a moment as the person – Sam, apparently – on the other end talked, and although Tavien could feel that Nash’s hand had moved and he could guess what he was doing with said hand, Tavien didn’t dare to move. The voices in the back of his mind reminded him just how disgustingly he was acting and it was so much harder to drown it out.

That was, until fingers gripped his hair and his head was tugged up. The way his neck was arched back had his blood pounding, his eyes drifting shut in lust at the pressure on his windpipe. “Yeah,” he managed to get out, his voice low and strained from the angle. “I agreed.” His eyes shot up to Nash, begging him silently to hang the fuck up so that they could get back to what they were doing.

[purki-plory]

Riley snorted, and immediately her hand flew up to cover her mouth. Asshole is right, she thought. She watched the girl, who she now knew was Ryan, struggle slightly to eat. Riley didn't remember ever meeting anyone that was left handed-- or at least, it wasn't obvious to her if they were.

"More than you can imagine," she replied with a nod. "If he'd been here I..." Riley trailed off, shaking her head. She didn't really know what she'd do, or what he would. Riley knew her uncle wanted to try and "fix" her, that according to him she was living a sinful life. She sighed. I haven't even kissed a girl.

"Obviously you don't have to tell me, but I'm curious," she said, changing the subject away from the homophobes in her life. "Why are you out here? Who is after you?"

[prettypsychomuses]

Riley raised an eyebrow at the girls' admission. She didn't know anything? At all? Riley shook her head slightly, brow furrowed. "You really don't know who's after you?" Riley was pretty sure now, after they'd both collapsed in exhaustion, that the other girl was telling the truth and that she was as scared as Riley was. They both came to this cabin for safety, so who was she to stop Ryan?

"Any chance it's a mix up?" she asked. Riley had no idea where this girl had even come from, let alone who she actually was. Riley fished the key out of her bra and threw it on the table, indicating silently that Ryan was free to leave whenever she wanted, though she kind of hoped the girl would stay to chat.

"You don't really need to tell me," she added, settling back into her chair. "I'm just nosy." Riley flashed her a grin, but it didn't stick for long. She was far too fucking tired to emote.

[purki-plory]

Ziggy stared at the outstretched hand for a quick second, before taking it and smiling back at the stranger, making sure not to show his teeth. He appraised Benji for a moment and decided that, no, he wasn't actually a threat. This kid emitted too much kindness (brown sugar) and warmth (hot coals) to be any kind of harm to Ziggy.

"Call me Ziggy," he said by way of introduction. He didn't give people his birth name anymore, it didn't sit right and he also feared someone would know he was supposed to be dead.

He gave a solemn nod and took a sip of his coffee. "I'm also on the hunt for something," he admitted. Ziggy wondered if Benji could sniff out vampires, like bloodhounds. He took another gulp of coffee to hide the smile that threatened to burst out -- blood hounds. Hah.

"What's the chance we're looking for something similar?"

[prettypsychomuses]

Ziggy hated to be around anxious people. They gave off the awful scent of burning rubber and made him feel queasy; plus he was good at mimicking a person's energy on accident so he ended up flooded with anxious energy as well. Ziggy found himself twitching his leg under the table, almost shaking it but trying his hardest not to show it.

"Oh?" Ziggy raised an eyebrow at Benji. His family? Ziggy hummed to himself as he thought it over. He hadn't been here long, mainly checking out some dive bars and trying to get a feel for the locals. It was possible he'd just not run into any other wolves yet. "Shit, well, I hope you find them," Ziggy said, and then realised he might be coming off as a stand offish type of person. So he quickly added, "How, uhm, did that happen? Losing your family?"

Taking another sip of his drink, his words hanging in the air suddenly felt heavy. Oh fuck, what if he'd lost lost them? To fucking werewolves, or his kind even. Vamps and werewolves didn't always mix well. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

After another second passed, right before Benji went to answer, Ziggy realized he was being stupid. He'd said he was looking for people, not that he was after vengeance. Stupid vampire, he berated himself. And stupid fucking anxiety.

[cherryblossommuses]

"I like nicknames just fine," Victoria said, keeping her gaze locked on him as he stared at her like he was trying to figure something out. "I just don't like strangers calling me Vic."

When the blonde boy took a step forward, she flinched and pressed her back into the door, gripping her keys so hard she felt the metal bruising her skin. Who was this person and why was he so convinced he knew her? And why did drop imply that he knew she was a cheerleader, one who was regularly tossed into the air in slightly dangerous manoeuvres?

Instead of answering his questions, Victoria took a deep breath to try and gather herself, then dropped her arms. She didn't want to look scared or helpless, as defenceless as she felt. "I'm not the one who needs the hospital, guy," she told him, trying to keep her voice even. "I think you have me confused."

[ludencore]

Stranger?

Chris couldn’t place the feeling that spiked in his stomach, but the hurt was clear in his eyes, especially so after she flinched. He’d never, ever, given Victoria a reason to flinch away from him.

With a small, hesitant step backwards, Chris raised his hands slowly. Something was rising in his chest, a feeling he hadn’t experienced since he was two. A vague flash of a gun going off jarred through his mind, and he took another step back.

Panic.

Everything was wrong. A bitter taste filled Chris’s mouth.

“What the fuck is going on?” The swear word wasn’t like him, but at that moment it felt like the only way to express what he needed to. “Victoria, please tell me what’s going on. Please. Today has been so messed up —”

[prettypsychomuses]

The curse popping out of the man's mouth startled Victoria more than the fact that he was in her bedroom. It wasn't spat viciously at her like when her parents swore, but more at the universe. It took a moment, but she noted the panic in his eyes and suddenly, strangely, he felt a lot less threatening.

"Hey, woah, it's alright." Victoria lifted her hands helplessly, palms out, like he was a frightened animal. Her words felt useless, but she pressed on. "Please don't spiral or anything," she said softly.

Feeling again as drained as she had when she walked into her bedroom, Victoria sagged against her door. "I don't know what's going on," she told him. "I genuinely have no idea who you are or why you're here."

[prettypsychomuses]

Spiderwebs| Ellis x Ryland

Despite working in a hospital, Ellis didn't have to deal with violence too often. He was a neurosurgeon, and he spent most of his time in the main wards, being paged to different patients and nurse stations. He didn't often see people from the ER unless they'd been in some sort of accident that involved their skull or spine, and even then he was usually called in for assessment once a patient was stable. So, after a routine day at work, he'd taken the lifts down to the main floor without a care, humming a tune he'd heard in surgery. It wasn't until he had said goodbye to the hospital cat and walked out the automatic doors that he'd felt any sense of danger. The sun wasn't due to rise for another four hours, and in the dusk and his tired state, Ellis couldn't see the men standing in the shadows. By the time he'd realised something was wrong, a fist had connected with his throat and he could only let out a startled gurgle as he'd been dragged towards a blacked out van.

Hours had followed in semi darkness, strung up from the ceiling feeling like his shoulders were going to not only dislocate but have nerve damage when he got out. If he got out. Questions had been barked at him, knives dragged along his bare skin, fists connecting with bones in strategic places. Whoever had kidnapped him had known exactly what they were doing. But Ellis had no answers for them, and after a day of believing he was about to die, something in him broke. He'd already tired to escape, tried to fight back, but all his efforts were met with more torture. Until he caved and said the words that'd freed him.

Now, thirty hours after he'd been taken from in front of the hospital, Ellis stumbled up the steps to a house that wasn't his. He didn't trust that he hadn't been followed, but he also didn't know who to turn to after something like this. Exhausted, Ellis collapsed against the front door, his hand shaking from the effort as he reached out and pressed the doorbell. He could only hope that Ryland opened the door before he fell unconscious.

[yoonhaeuni]

slip away | phoebe x grayson

Throughout the kids in her neighbourhood, there had always been whispers. Whispers of children who had gotten out, abandoned their community and family in search of what lay beyond the high walls and fences. The rumours had been passed down from sibling to sibling. Some told the story with hope, those who felt trapped where they were and wanted a glimpse into the outside world. Some told it with judgement, disgusted at the betrayal. Nobody ever said their names, and the adults shushed you if you dared to mention it.

"Phoebe," someone had whispered to her once in the playground. "I heard they were your siblings." Phoebe had laughed, playing with a strand of long blonde hair, twirling it around her index finger. "Yeah, right!" she'd replied. Though sometimes she did wonder why her family was so much smaller than most. Just her and her older brother Jeremiah, with an exceptionally large age difference. Were there others between them? Sometimes Phoebe stayed up late wondering. And if it were true, why would they leave?

Why would they leave? Why would anyone leave? Her small world had always seemed so idyllic. Sure, there were a lot of rules but all she had ever been told was the evils of the outside world, and the idea of leaving made her stomach curdle in fear.

Until the elders decided she had been possessed. Phoebe had no idea how they had come to that conclusion, but one day she was ripped from her home and taken to the big building in the middle of town. They carved symbols into her skin, claiming she needed to bleed out the impurity. They balled their fists and beat the evil out of her. They did things Phoebe tried to block out as she stood in the dead of night staring at a large wire fence.

Her body shook as she climbed, collapsing over the top into a bruised, burned heap on the ground. She let out a groan, pushing herself up by sheer adrenaline and fear. If she was caught, God knows what would happen. She thought of her family, how she would never seen them again. If they had truly lost children they refused to speak of, she was another one leaving them. The guilt gnawed at her insides but it wasn't safe. She couldn't take another day of this.

The streets were mostly empty with the exception of several cars speeding by. Phoebe wrapped her arms around herself, shivering in the cool air. Her clothes were tattered, dirty, bloodstained and she wondered how she must look to those passing. However she looked, she was sure she felt worse.

Fifteen minutes or so of walking and the three days of torture began to catch up to her, adrenaline wearing thin. Using the last of her energy, Phoebe crept into the grounds of somebodies property. She couldn't very well pass out on the side of the road, could she? Barely taking stock of what the place looked like, she finally let herself collapse under a tree.

As her eyes fluttered closed, she almost wished for death.

[prettypsychomuses]

Grayson didn't often spend much time away from home, but on occasion he wanted to be able to write a book without any distractions from his brother or any phone calls. He wasn't necessarily off the grid, but he was close enough to the mountains and wilderness that the only people out here were fitness freaks and tourists. Weirdly, it was his favourite place to be, despite the tourists; no one here knew him or his brother and no one would bother him.

He'd been sat outside, enjoying the cool breeze and taking a break in his writing to just relax in the yard. The only sounds around him were the cars in the distance and a few birds overhead, the buzz of cicadas nearby, and a dog sniffing around the bush by his gate as it passed. Grayson often fell asleep in the yard, a beer or notebook in hand and only woke up when the sun went down. However, on this particular day, he'd woken up to the sound of a car honking.

Startling awake was never fun, and Grayson gathered himself before he trudged inside, his heart quickly slowing down and his sun warmed skin cooling quickly on his back. Dumping his book on the coffee table, he wandered into the kitchen for a glass of ice water but paused at an odd sound. There was a scrabbling at the side of his property, like feet on wood. But the yard was quiet as usual, and Grayson shook off his concern. It was likely just another dog, perhaps putting its paws up on the short fence to see over into his yard.

After downing some water, he wandered back out into the yard, intent on writing some more while there was still sunlight. However, something wasn't right. It took Grayson a moment to realise that there was a small figure curled up under one of the trees. As he looked, the form moved in its sleep and he noticed with shock that it was a young girl. Grayson stood for a moment, eyeing up the sleeping figure; she was covered in dried blood, bruises and- fuck, were those welts from burns? Her tattered clothes hung off her small body and her blonde hair was tangled around her head.

Unsure of what to do or say, Grayson placed his glass on the table and took a few cautious steps towards the tree. "Wake up," he called, slightly tempted to reach out with his foot and nudge the girl.

[prettypsychomuses]

You You You | Finley x Isaac

If there was one thing that made Isaac pull out his wallet and not flinch at the price, it was party supplies. He'd always loved to curate a theme and now that he had around ten times more money in his (shared) bank, it was easier to get carried away. Before it was almost a challenge to have everything he wanted; he'd run between dollar and craft stores, searching for the cheapest decorations for the party. But now, he'd waltz into an actual party supply store and spend an hour filling up his basket with whatever looked best. Finley would always laugh, but it brought Isaac a strange joy and Finley wanted him to happily spend the money.

Occasionally, Isaac would let Finley tag along on his shopping trips but today was different, special. This party was for Finley, so he absolutely couldn't be sniffing around for clues and the theme would be so obvious. So instead Isaac strolled down the aisles alone, humming to the music playing overhead, idly wondering where he'd be able to hide the shopping bags until the party.

A loud bzzt pulled Isaac from this thoughts and he grinned when he saw his husband's name light up his phone. He was certain that Finley had some strange sixth sense and he always knew when someone was thinking about him.

"If you don't hurry home, I might have to start dinner without you so I don't starve."

Isaac snorted, but quickened his pace to the counter. Finley was known for dramatics, but he was also known for having terrible cooking skills. He'd never burnt the place down, but he had come awfully close to starting a grease fire one morning while Isaac was sleeping in. Finley had been banned from cooking bacon, and most breakfast foods, since.

Less than twenty minutes later, Isaac was walking in the door with his bags and hurried to stuff them in the spare room before Finley could see where he'd been. "Alright drama queen," he called as he quietly shut the door, "I'm home to make dinner."

[prettypsychomuses]

"Oh, shush you." Isaac chuckled to himself at his husband's display, then tilted his head up to kiss him. It was still more likely that Finley would order too much food when left to his own devices, but Isaac knew that if he felt like surprising him as he often did, it would lead to a huge mess that he'd have to clean up while Finley desperately apologised and offered ways to make it up to him.

Isaac leaned on the counter top, grinning at Finley. "Would you like chinese or korean delivery?" He couldn't really be bothered with making dinner after spending all day party planning, he just wanted to curl up on the couch with good food and a good movie.

A distant sound had Isaac standing upright in confusion. It sounded like his phone but then why was it so distant, it should have been in his pocket or in-- oh. Damn, it was still in one of the bags. As he looked over at Finley, he noticed the other man's eyes light up with mischief. Finley never really tried to spoil surprises, but that didn't mean he was going to make Isaac's life easy and they both knew it. Fin lived for drama, for teasing Isaac, for playfully annoying him.

"Fin," he started slowly, trying to smother the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The phone was still ringing from the spare room, sitting innocently in a party store bag. "Don't you dare."

[prettypsychomuses]

Cora x Nate

Trust was the biggest part of being in a poly relationship, and Cora had finally learned to trust men again. Nate was part of that, even when he occasionally slipped up. But that had all ended many months ago, and Cora trusted him, she really did. He had chosen her and he loved her more than anything, and she loved him too.

But when she saw a demon casually walking around where she was, it made her hackles rise for more reasons than just the air around them that always sparked when demons walked into a room, like lightning was waiting for the right moment to strike. He'd locked eyes with her across the room while Max was collecting their drinks and she knew in an instant that he knew exactly who she was and who was waiting at home for her. And if she'd had any doubts, he'd cleared those right up as she passed him by and he asked "how's Nathaniel doing these days?"

It sent a shiver down her spine and Cora froze. His voice was low enough that only Cora would be able to hear him, and Max continued out the door completely unawares. Quickly shaking it off, she ignored Jaesung and pushed through the crowd out of the café, feeling his eyes on her back the entire time.

By the time they got back home, Cora's nerves had settled but the second she lay eyes on her other boyfriend she remembered the awful icy hand that had ghosted down her spine, and she felt guilty. She knew she should tell him, but would it bother him? Had Cora just imagined the demon whispering to her? Max didn't seem to notice anything so maybe she was imagining it after all.

But no. She had to tell him.

"I ran into someone today," she started casually, handing Nate his drink as she made herself comfortable on the sofa next to him. "He, um, asked about you."

[prettypsychomuses]

Shaking her head, Cora leaned into Nate, scooting herself closer to him. "No, Max didn't even notice him." It had hardly seemed like Max had even noticed Cora pause on her way out the door, or the tense feeling that had been plaguing Cora on their walk home. He'd been too caught up in telling Cora about a new video game that he and Nate had been playing. "He just said something to me as I passed by, so quietly that I thought for a minute I'd imagined it." It was hard to imagine that voice or the icy chill that slithered down her spine at his words.

Cora placed her drink on the table next to Nate's shaking her head. She didn't understand what was going on any more than Nate did, and that worried her. She'd already had to watch as Grell's relationship was torn apart and now it looked like Jaesung had found his next victims. She could only pray that he left Maxy alone. Cora shifted Nate's hand, moving it from her knee to around her shoulders and tucked herself into his warm body, resting her head on his chest. The sun that had been warming their lounge seemed unable to penetrate her; though the rays slid across her legs, the breeze coming in was suddenly freezing cold and she shivered lightly, pressing herself tighter into Nate.

"I'm cold," she whimpered, pulling her legs up underneath herself. Even the old leather couch felt colder than it should have under the spring sun and goosebumps sprang up along her legs where they pressed against the seemingly icy leather.

[prettypsychomuses]

Toby x Neve

It had finally happened, after years of Neve's actions and Gabriel's words pushing him to his limit, Toby had broken. Blood had rushed in his ears, blocking out sound and thought as he looked at Neve lying naked in someone else's bed. In Micah's bed of all fucking places. He was pretty sure his eye had twitched.

It hadn't taken long for Gabriel to convince him. Hell, looking back on it, he wasn't even sure if Gabriel had said anything until after he'd started touching her. Toby had been seeing red, too aware of the feeling of being in Micah's body for perhaps only the second time ever. He'd looked at Gabriel and a wicked smile slid over his mouth at the same time as his hand had slid down Neve's thigh. He hadn't given a damn that Gabriel was touching her, viscously gripping her breast in his hand, digging his fingers into her soft flesh. It had turned him on far more than he would've ever guessed. He starting thinking about what he would do when they all got home the next morning and he'd been rock fucking hard. Neve had always been a perfect fuck, but suddenly thinking of her as a toy had him unlocking more perverse thoughts of taking her from behind while Gabriel had his dick down her throat, slamming into her and feeling Gabriel's hiss shoot down his spine and straight to his balls.

Toby had finally, willingly, cracked and he was hornier than ever. Back in his own body the following day, Toby rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. He wasn't tense for once. He knew that Neve would be avoiding him, that she was probably running straight to Grell's or Cora's. But he'd let her go anywhere, as long as she was away from Micah. Hell, the fucker would be running too, away from Gabriel and the memory of his touch.

Toby smirked. He had the upper hand, he always did. No matter what Micah did, no matter how many men Neve spread her legs for, Toby was the one she was married to and Neve would always come back to him. And if she took her time, Gabriel would always just walk her back.

Toby: you coming back some time soon, babe?

He'd sent the text to her an hour ago. Toby checked his phone again, then sighed at the lack of reply. He'd given her four hours after he'd woken up before he started texting her. Gabriel had rolled his eyes, but stayed silent as he watched Toby's eyes flick to his phone every half hour or so. It lay dark and quiet on the coffee table between them, Gabriel curled up on an arm chair by the unlit fireplace, and Toby sprawled out on the couch.

"Okay, so I'm impatient," Toby growled as he reached out a hand to tap his phone screen again like there was a chance he'd missed the notification. Gabriel only smirked at him.

A sound mixed between a growl and a huff passed through his lips and Toby flopped back onto the couch, his aggression quickly building. He'd felt somewhat calm last night, even with the knowledge that Neve would be pissed at him. But he was quickly getting impatient with her silence. He threw his arm over his eyes, fighting against the tension forming a headache over his temples.

"Gabriel-" The soft click of the lock on the front door cut him off. He'd been about to send the demon out to fetch Neve, but it looked like he didn't need to. He removed his arm, watching Neve's reflection in the large mirror above the fireplace as she carefully closed the door behind her, like she was trying to be quiet.

"Finally home," Toby called out, watching Neve flinch at his voice. The smirk returned to his features. "We were so worried," he continued in a lightly mocking tone, "I was going to send out a search party."

Across the room, Gabriel snorted. Neve was still standing in the foyer, her handbag clutched in her hand, her eyes darting between Gabriel and Toby in the mirror. In a blink, however, she seemed to collect herself. She straightened her back, narrowed her eyes at Gabriel, and tossed her silky brown hair over her shoulder.

"Well?" Toby raised his voice, calling her into the lounge where he was. Her eyes darted back to him and the anger that flooded her hazel eyes surprised him only slightly. Over the next few hours, that anger would be replaced by hate, then lust, then resignation. "What do you have to say?"

[prettypsychomuses]

A small scoff from across the room followed Neve's begging words, so quiet that she would barely hear it, but Toby's grin grew upon hearing the exasperated huff of air leave Gabriel's mouth. They both knew that Neve was lying about why she wanted to leave, Neve knew they knew and yet she was still trying. But Toby was done with playing nice.

His grip on her wrist tightened momentarily, enough to feel the bones shift in protest under his fingers, then he removed her hand to slap her across the face. It wasn't hard enough to send her to the ground, but the impact had her head snap to the side and a bright red imprint of his fingers showed a second later. "You are not. Going. Anywhere," he bit out as his temper flared. He was tempted to order Gabriel to grab her, but he had to keep his emotions, and the other demon, in check just a little longer.

Instead, he leaned in closer to her again, breathing in the scent of her fear deeply. He was certain at this point that she would cave, if only to stop him from hurting her in any other way. She was probably frightened of him hurting their damned baby somehow. "Neve Ophelia Baek, move your fucking ass before I take you over my knee in front of Gabriel," he hissed. "Window. Now."

[prettypsychomuses]

Grell x Caiden

Two months. That's how long it took Grell to go through all the stages of grief and wind up back around at anger. She was angry with Caiden, angry with Finley, but more than anything she was furious with herself. She hadn't gone out of her way to try and be the worst girlfriend in the world, it just sort of happened and now she was alone. Again. It had been a little over two months. She'd made it to October but she couldn't handle it anymore. He wasn't talking to her, so she decided she'd make him.

She'd been watching him from the rooftops, silently following him around the small beachside town, watching as he went into a different bar. He finally wasn't around Jaesung and although she would've loved to get a few punches in, she had to go after Caiden now while he was drunk and alone.

Grell landed lightly on her feet, heels clicking on the concrete and reminding her of the cobblestones in England. She missed being there on nights like this. The skies were a dappled grey overhead as Grell slunk into the bar a few minutes after Caiden vanished into the crowd.

Once she maneuvered through the crowd and ordered a drink, Grell let her eyes wander around. She wasn't sure if he'd come to her, but it would be stupid to think he hadn't noticed her. Hell, with her short red dress slinking over her frame, the stilettos adding to her height and her abundant red hair curling softly around her shoulders and down her back, everyone in the bar had noticed her.

Right as she was handed her drink, however, she felt a hot gaze sinking into her back. Caiden was watching her. Without turning around, Grell lifted her hand and brushed over the collar she'd put on. The delicate lace gave her the strength to hold her head up straight, sip her drink, and wait for him to come to her.

[prettypsychomuses]

Was she overreacting? In the heat of the moment, Grell couldn't think of anything over than his blood, and yet there was a small voice in the back of her mind telling her to stop. That she would regret it if she took it too far. But what even was too far? Caiden was standing there staring at her like he was almost afraid of her instead of running at her and sweeping her into his arms, pressing her against a nearby surface and kissing her until she couldn't stay upright.

His voice snapped her back to reality, the hum of her chainsaw seeping in her ears and settling in her brain in a way that made her spine tingle. It'd been far too long since she'd had it out, since she'd gotten to play.

"Silly boy," Grell chuckled at him and stepping towards him again, slowly closing the gap he'd put between them. Part of her wanted him to run, just so that she could chase him down. "I thought we were playing bloodlust." Giving in to her dramatic nature, she flipped the chainsaw around and sandwiched the blade between both hands, the teeth aimed directly at her chest as they spun an inch from her skin. "Oh did you want to take the weapon, hm? Go ahead, rip me to pieces Caiden, I'm sure you'll love it."

[purki-plory]

The awful sound of the metal legs dragging as Ryan moved her bed away caused Toby to flinch. For some reason the fact that she moved it away, that she was trying to keep as far away from him, made his heart twinge. He normally liked it when people avoided him, went out of their way to stay out of his radar, but when she did it...

He cocked his head. "Trust?" He didn't think he'd trust anyone other than his brothers in a long time. Toby heaved a sigh, watching Ryan stare at him. They wanted the same thing here, they were both trapped and had no clue why. She'd already told him she knew nothing, and he believed that. But trusting her was different.

"Look, I know neither of us really care that much about how the other got here," Toby said. He sat up, leaning his weight on his elbow, his hair flopping into his eyes as he did so. "But if you think we need to trust each other to get out, then I'll bite." He didn't notice, but his foot was tapping in a fast rhythm, his anxiety spiking again. He had been certain that demons wouldn't have to deal with this shit, but as it turned out they just got anxious about different things and it often lead to the energy exploding out of him without his control. His temper hadn't changed much, and his violent tendencies had only grown. He wondered if things would calm down as he got older, if having a decade under your belt helped other demons be less volatile. He doubted it.

"There's no point telling you my whole fucking life story, though," he continued. "And I doubt you want to know anything than how I wound up here. So if you share, I will too." He hoped that Ryan would take the bait and tell him everything, that way he could pick very carefully how much he told her. Trapped or not, he didn't trust people without a lot of time and reason.

[prettypsychomuses]

When Ryan started talking, Toby felt himself start to relax. So, not what he had freaked out about then. Nowhere close to that, actually. God, he felt stupid now, listening to her talk about things being different like she'd fucking shifted realities. Instead it sounded more like the night he'd woken up dead. Everything had been the same but so fucking different, but he'd known why. Hell, he'd done it to himself, and in the most dramatic way.

Toby opened his mouth to reply, a ghost of a smile on his face as he thought back to the day he'd crashed his own funeral, but Ryan wasn't done. I feel it on you... That made him pause, reconsider his words. "You can feel it?" he echoed curiously, shifting again to sit up. She really was strange, and knowing that made Toby feel comfortable for the first time since waking up here.

"Well, you might be right about different." Raising his hand to check on his broken knuckles, Toby chuckled to himself; might as well show off. He scrambled up from the bed and walked back over to the glass wall, flexing his hand as he stood and looked at the girl. "You heard my bones break, right?" he asked, knowing that she'd heard the crunch echo in her own cage. Flipping his hand, he pressed his knuckles into the glass, showing her the slightly pink but no longer puffy skin. His bones hadn't fully shattered, so it hadn't taken very long for them to fuse back together, and thankfully it had all healed correctly. He waggled his fingers at her and grinned. "I'd use another d word to describe it though."

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Cora x Nate

Trust was the biggest part of being in a poly relationship, and Cora had finally learned to trust men again. Nate was part of that, even when he occasionally slipped up. But that had all ended many months ago, and Cora trusted him, she really did. He had chosen her and he loved her more than anything, and she loved him too.

But when she saw a demon casually walking around where she was, it made her hackles rise for more reasons than just the air around them that always sparked when demons walked into a room, like lightning was waiting for the right moment to strike. He'd locked eyes with her across the room while Max was collecting their drinks and she knew in an instant that he knew exactly who she was and who was waiting at home for her. And if she'd had any doubts, he'd cleared those right up as she passed him by and he asked "how's Nathaniel doing these days?"

It sent a shiver down her spine and Cora froze. His voice was low enough that only Cora would be able to hear him, and Max continued out the door completely unawares. Quickly shaking it off, she ignored Jaesung and pushed through the crowd out of the café, feeling his eyes on her back the entire time.

By the time they got back home, Cora's nerves had settled but the second she lay eyes on her other boyfriend she remembered the awful icy hand that had ghosted down her spine, and she felt guilty. She knew she should tell him, but would it bother him? Had Cora just imagined the demon whispering to her? Max didn't seem to notice anything so maybe she was imagining it after all.

But no. She had to tell him.

"I ran into someone today," she started casually, handing Nate his drink as she made herself comfortable on the sofa next to him. "He, um, asked about you."

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Cora hated worrying Nate more than anything. Well, more than most things now that she'd had multiple run ins with demons. Those fuckers really thought they could do and get away with anything and it drove her insane. The worst part was that they kind of could get away with it; no one knew what to do against them, no one but Tabby even knew how to fight them.

"Remember how the other night we had a... run in?" she started carefully, trying to ease Nate into it. He wasn't volatile, he didn't overreact anymore to much, not like Maxy could. But she still hated to tell him. She sat back against the arm of the couch, cupping her slowly warming latte and letting the cool ice seep into her.

"It was Jaesung." Her jaw set, Cora looked at Nate with unbridled fear in her eyes. "He knew. He asked about you." Were her hands shaking? God, she didn't know if she was more afraid or angry at this point. Her mind had been racing for days, going over all of the things that that fucker could be planning. "I could have punched him."

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Toby x Neve

It had finally happened, after years of Neve's actions and Gabriel's words pushing him to his limit, Toby had broken. Blood had rushed in his ears, blocking out sound and thought as he looked at Neve lying naked in someone else's bed. In Micah's bed of all fucking places. He was pretty sure his eye had twitched.

It hadn't taken long for Gabriel to convince him. Hell, looking back on it, he wasn't even sure if Gabriel had said anything until after he'd started touching her. Toby had been seeing red, too aware of the feeling of being in Micah's body for perhaps only the second time ever. He'd looked at Gabriel and a wicked smile slid over his mouth at the same time as his hand had slid down Neve's thigh. He hadn't given a damn that Gabriel was touching her, viscously gripping her breast in his hand, digging his fingers into her soft flesh. It had turned him on far more than he would've ever guessed. He starting thinking about what he would do when they all got home the next morning and he'd been rock fucking hard. Neve had always been a perfect fuck, but suddenly thinking of her as a toy had him unlocking more perverse thoughts of taking her from behind while Gabriel had his dick down her throat, slamming into her and feeling Gabriel's hiss shoot down his spine and straight to his balls.

Toby had finally, willingly, cracked and he was hornier than ever. Back in his own body the following day, Toby rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. He wasn't tense for once. He knew that Neve would be avoiding him, that she was probably running straight to Grell's or Cora's. But he'd let her go anywhere, as long as she was away from Micah. Hell, the fucker would be running too, away from Gabriel and the memory of his touch.

Toby smirked. He had the upper hand, he always did. No matter what Micah did, no matter how many men Neve spread her legs for, Toby was the one she was married to and Neve would always come back to him. And if she took her time, Gabriel would always just walk her back.

Toby: you coming back some time soon, babe?

He'd sent the text to her an hour ago. Toby checked his phone again, then sighed at the lack of reply. He'd given her four hours after he'd woken up before he started texting her. Gabriel had rolled his eyes, but stayed silent as he watched Toby's eyes flick to his phone every half hour or so. It lay dark and quiet on the coffee table between them, Gabriel curled up on an arm chair by the unlit fireplace, and Toby sprawled out on the couch.

"Okay, so I'm impatient," Toby growled as he reached out a hand to tap his phone screen again like there was a chance he'd missed the notification. Gabriel only smirked at him.

A sound mixed between a growl and a huff passed through his lips and Toby flopped back onto the couch, his aggression quickly building. He'd felt somewhat calm last night, even with the knowledge that Neve would be pissed at him. But he was quickly getting impatient with her silence. He threw his arm over his eyes, fighting against the tension forming a headache over his temples.

"Gabriel-" The soft click of the lock on the front door cut him off. He'd been about to send the demon out to fetch Neve, but it looked like he didn't need to. He removed his arm, watching Neve's reflection in the large mirror above the fireplace as she carefully closed the door behind her, like she was trying to be quiet.

"Finally home," Toby called out, watching Neve flinch at his voice. The smirk returned to his features. "We were so worried," he continued in a lightly mocking tone, "I was going to send out a search party."

Across the room, Gabriel snorted. Neve was still standing in the foyer, her handbag clutched in her hand, her eyes darting between Gabriel and Toby in the mirror. In a blink, however, she seemed to collect herself. She straightened her back, narrowed her eyes at Gabriel, and tossed her silky brown hair over her shoulder.

"Well?" Toby raised his voice, calling her into the lounge where he was. Her eyes darted back to him and the anger that flooded her hazel eyes surprised him only slightly. Over the next few hours, that anger would be replaced by hate, then lust, then resignation. "What do you have to say?"

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Toby cocked his head to the side when Neve spoke. "Game?" Toby looked over Neve's head, towards the smirking Gabriel. He shook his head at Toby. "It stopped being a game the second you walked down the hall."

Neve was shivering slightly, and it made Toby chuckle lowly. She was dressed as usual in tight jeans and a loose, flowing shirt that left her shoulders bare and her cleavage was peaking out, goosebumps scattered along her skin. He could practically taste her fear, it was so strong in the room. He reached out, taking one of the arms she'd wrapped around herself, and tugged her into him.

He chuckled again, revealing in the scent of her as he held her to his chest. He could feel her heart fluttering, her stuttering breath ghosted over him as he held her wrist tight between them. "You can either go over there willingly," he told her, dipping his head to mutter into her ear, "or I can drag you over there myself."

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Grell x Caiden

Two months. That's how long it took Grell to go through all the stages of grief and wind up back around at anger. She was angry with Caiden, angry with Finley, but more than anything she was furious with herself. She hadn't gone out of her way to try and be the worst girlfriend in the world, it just sort of happened and now she was alone. Again. It had been a little over two months. She'd made it to October but she couldn't handle it anymore. He wasn't talking to her, so she decided she'd make him.

She'd been watching him from the rooftops, silently following him around the small beachside town, watching as he went into a different bar. He finally wasn't around Jaesung and although she would've loved to get a few punches in, she had to go after Caiden now while he was drunk and alone.

Grell landed lightly on her feet, heels clicking on the concrete and reminding her of the cobblestones in England. She missed being there on nights like this. The skies were a dappled grey overhead as Grell slunk into the bar a few minutes after Caiden vanished into the crowd.

Once she maneuvered through the crowd and ordered a drink, Grell let her eyes wander around. She wasn't sure if he'd come to her, but it would be stupid to think he hadn't noticed her. Hell, with her short red dress slinking over her frame, the stilettos adding to her height and her abundant red hair curling softly around her shoulders and down her back, everyone in the bar had noticed her.

Right as she was handed her drink, however, she felt a hot gaze sinking into her back. Caiden was watching her. Without turning around, Grell lifted her hand and brushed over the collar she'd put on. The delicate lace gave her the strength to hold her head up straight, sip her drink, and wait for him to come to her.

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She was slightly overreacting, Grell knew that, but she couldn't help herself. Caiden turned to face her again and in that second, with his fists balling and anger radiating off of him, she knew that she was going to do whatever it took. It was going to messy, bloody and violent. She hoped he was prepared.

"It's a chainsaw, babe." Grell bared her teeth, a wind picking up around her, blowing her hair softly around her bare shoulders. "I'm sure you know exactly what these can do." To emphasise her statement, Grell threw her arms forward, holding the weapon out in front of her and starting the blades spinning.

Truthfully, she didn't want to hurt him. She'd never thought she'd even be capable of it. But the taste of him still lingered and she craved the sweet tang of his blood on her lips. She lifted her chin, set him with a fierce gaze and licked her lips. "Your move, Hart."

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You You You | Finley x Isaac

If there was one thing that made Isaac pull out his wallet and not flinch at the price, it was party supplies. He'd always loved to curate a theme and now that he had around ten times more money in his (shared) bank, it was easier to get carried away. Before it was almost a challenge to have everything he wanted; he'd run between dollar and craft stores, searching for the cheapest decorations for the party. But now, he'd waltz into an actual party supply store and spend an hour filling up his basket with whatever looked best. Finley would always laugh, but it brought Isaac a strange joy and Finley wanted him to happily spend the money.

Occasionally, Isaac would let Finley tag along on his shopping trips but today was different, special. This party was for Finley, so he absolutely couldn't be sniffing around for clues and the theme would be so obvious. So instead Isaac strolled down the aisles alone, humming to the music playing overhead, idly wondering where he'd be able to hide the shopping bags until the party.

A loud bzzt pulled Isaac from this thoughts and he grinned when he saw his husband's name light up his phone. He was certain that Finley had some strange sixth sense and he always knew when someone was thinking about him.

"If you don't hurry home, I might have to start dinner without you so I don't starve."

Isaac snorted, but quickened his pace to the counter. Finley was known for dramatics, but he was also known for having terrible cooking skills. He'd never burnt the place down, but he had come awfully close to starting a grease fire one morning while Isaac was sleeping in. Finley had been banned from cooking bacon, and most breakfast foods, since.

Less than twenty minutes later, Isaac was walking in the door with his bags and hurried to stuff them in the spare room before Finley could see where he'd been. "Alright drama queen," he called as he quietly shut the door, "I'm home to make dinner."

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Cora x Nate

Trust was the biggest part of being in a poly relationship, and Cora had finally learned to trust men again. Nate was part of that, even when he occasionally slipped up. But that had all ended many months ago, and Cora trusted him, she really did. He had chosen her and he loved her more than anything, and she loved him too.

But when she saw a demon casually walking around where she was, it made her hackles rise for more reasons than just the air around them that always sparked when demons walked into a room, like lightning was waiting for the right moment to strike. He'd locked eyes with her across the room while Max was collecting their drinks and she knew in an instant that he knew exactly who she was and who was waiting at home for her. And if she'd had any doubts, he'd cleared those right up as she passed him by and he asked "how's Nathaniel doing these days?"

It sent a shiver down her spine and Cora froze. His voice was low enough that only Cora would be able to hear him, and Max continued out the door completely unawares. Quickly shaking it off, she ignored Jaesung and pushed through the crowd out of the café, feeling his eyes on her back the entire time.

By the time they got back home, Cora's nerves had settled but the second she lay eyes on her other boyfriend she remembered the awful icy hand that had ghosted down her spine, and she felt guilty. She knew she should tell him, but would it bother him? Had Cora just imagined the demon whispering to her? Max didn't seem to notice anything so maybe she was imagining it after all.

But no. She had to tell him.

"I ran into someone today," she started casually, handing Nate his drink as she made herself comfortable on the sofa next to him. "He, um, asked about you."

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Grell x Caiden

Two months. That's how long it took Grell to go through all the stages of grief and wind up back around at anger. She was angry with Caiden, angry with Finley, but more than anything she was furious with herself. She hadn't gone out of her way to try and be the worst girlfriend in the world, it just sort of happened and now she was alone. Again. It had been a little over two months. She'd made it to October but she couldn't handle it anymore. He wasn't talking to her, so she decided she'd make him.

She'd been watching him from the rooftops, silently following him around the small beachside town, watching as he went into a different bar. He finally wasn't around Jaesung and although she would've loved to get a few punches in, she had to go after Caiden now while he was drunk and alone.

Grell landed lightly on her feet, heels clicking on the concrete and reminding her of the cobblestones in England. She missed being there on nights like this. The skies were a dappled grey overhead as Grell slunk into the bar a few minutes after Caiden vanished into the crowd.

Once she maneuvered through the crowd and ordered a drink, Grell let her eyes wander around. She wasn't sure if he'd come to her, but it would be stupid to think he hadn't noticed her. Hell, with her short red dress slinking over her frame, the stilettos adding to her height and her abundant red hair curling softly around her shoulders and down her back, everyone in the bar had noticed her.

Right as she was handed her drink, however, she felt a hot gaze sinking into her back. Caiden was watching her. Without turning around, Grell lifted her hand and brushed over the collar she'd put on. The delicate lace gave her the strength to hold her head up straight, sip her drink, and wait for him to come to her.

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Grell blinked when Caiden gripped her and moved her aside, the ice in his voice returning to make her narrow her eyes at him. She watched him walk away, shaking her head.

"Guess it's the hard way after all," she muttered to herself, before she set off after him.

Luckily it wasn't hard to follow him out of the bar, it was early enough that no one else was leaving and only a few patrons were headed in. Grell slipped through the crowd, mentally scolding herself for everything in the bar. She had really thought she'd gotten through to him, but it was obvious that Jaesung had his claws in deep, the damn dream demon making home in Caiden's head again as easily as he did all those years ago.

"Caiden," she called out after him. He was only ahead by a few feet, but now that they were alone Grell was a lot more comfortable with what she was about to do. Letting her bloodlust fuel her words and actions, she drew in a deep breath to centre herself, threw her arm to the side and summoned her chainsaw. "If you leave again, we're gonna have a very big problem."