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atzjieun · 2 months ago

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hanging by a thread

summary | jieun’s emotions reach their boiling point when wooyoung refuses to talk

circa | august 4, 2024

contains | 3.3k words, angst, swearing, wooyoung is kinda an asshole, supportive bestie jongho

notes | the jiwoo fight that everyone’s been waiting for is finally here !!

Jieun had always been an observant person.

It was both a blessing and a curse. While it allowed her to pick up on things that others sometimes didn’t, as well as made her really good at finding birthday presents, there were times when she found herself looking into things too much. Her mind had a tendency to look for problems that weren’t there, something she’d been working on for years but still occasionally struggled with.

Hence why she didn’t originally question it when Wooyoung began avoiding her. It was subtle at first, with him declining when she’d offered to go out together or being disengaged in their conversations. Although she’d immediately noticed the slight shift in his demeanor, it was dismissed as simple fatigue from the tour. Given a couple days, they’d be back to talking as usual and the whole thing would be something she’d laugh about later on, knowing she’d just overanalyzed the situation.

However, days turned into weeks and Jieun saw no change in his behaviour. If anything, it had only grown worse as their tour continued. They saw each other nearly 24 hours a day, 23 of which Wooyoung spent ignoring her. She’d notice how he’d walk over to the opposite side from where she was standing on multiple occasions, and whether it be through sheer coincidence or him purposefully avoiding her, they always ended up on opposite sides of the stage.

She tried talking to him on multiple occasions, subtly at first, with simple questions about how he’d slept or how he was feeling that day. She asked if anything was bothering him, trying her best to let him know that she was there for him through whatever he was clearly dealing with. Though every time, her concerns were met with quick, dismissive replies that did nothing to relieve the growing fear in her stomach.

Still, despite his treatment of her, she couldn’t help but worry, which was how Jieun found herself standing outside his hotel room at 11 at night. The hallway was eerily quiet as she waited in front of the door, dressed in only her pajamas that ironically included one of Wooyoung’s sweaters.

Taking in a deep breath, Jieun raised her arm and knocked against the door. She just hoped he wouldn’t recognize her specific knock pattern and ignore her.

After a few seconds of waiting, she heard the click of the lock followed by the door slowly cracking open. Wooyoung’s figure appeared in the small gap, dressed in his own pyjamas, his hair still wet.

“What?” he asked with an impatience that made her heart lurch.

Jieun took in a deep breath as she gripped the sleeve of her hoodie. “We need to talk.”

“We’re talking right now, aren’t we?”

“Not like this.” After staring at her for a moment, Wooyoung suddenly closed the door. She waited anxiously, though to her relief he reopened the door a second later after unhooking the latch, holding it open wide enough for her to walk in.

Jieun walked past him as he closed the door behind her, taking a few steps into his room before turning back to the boy. He watched her with a tired and disinterested expression, letting out a sigh as she crossed her arms. Jieun’s gaze lowered slightly, too afraid to meet his gaze.

“Wooyoung-oppa, what’s going on?”

He raised his eyebrows in silent questioning, only adding to her frustration.

“For weeks, you’ve been brushing me off and ignoring me, and I don’t know why.” Her tone of voice grew harsher as she spoke, causing Jieun to close her eyes and take a deep breath to calm herself down. After collecting herself, she spoke again. “I noticed you’ve been more distant lately and I’m worried about you, but it’s like I’m the only one you’re purposefully avoiding. Please, just tell me what’s wrong.”

When she was met by silence, Jieun opened her eyes and stared directly at the boy, their gazes meeting. It was the first time they’d looked at each other eye-to-eye in days, yet she’d never felt so invisible as she stood in front of him.

Wooyoung simply stood there with the same tired look he’d given her every other time he spared her a glance. She hated how she had become so accustomed to it.

“If I did something to hurt you, I’m sorry.” Jieun knew how pathetic she must have sounded, but she had no options left. “But please, I can’t make things right if I don’t know what I did wrong.”

Jieun waited, hoping he’d say something, anything, to ease her racing heart. If he had to tear her apart and explain every way she’d messed up, then so be it. She just needed something to pull her out of the complete darkness she’d been left in.

However, minutes passed with the two remaining silent, Jieun’s pleading gaze resting on the older boy as his own eyes moved away, staring off into the distance like he was tired of the conversation.

Eventually, she took in a deep breath, unclenching her hands. Her thumb ran over the shallow crescent-shaped marks that were left as her head lowered.

“I should probably go,” she mumbled, breaking the silence. “I’m going out with Hongjoong-oppa in the morning.”

Wooyoung immediately stepped to the side, not meeting her gaze even as Jieun made her way towards the door. She hesitated for a moment as she reached for the doorknob, hoping he’d do something to stop her from leaving, though no more words were exchanged.

Defeated, Jieun opened the door and walked out of his room, stuffing her hands into her pockets as she made her way back to her own.

Jongho was laying on his bed, absentmindedly watching a YouTube video that had popped up on his recommended feed, when Jieun walked into the room. He gave a quick greeting without looking up, though was met with silence as the younger girl didn’t respond. Instead, she walked right past him and immediately flopped onto her bed face-first, laying there unmoving.

“You good?” he asked amusingly, sparing the girl a quick glance.

Jieun let out a mix of a groan and a hum, remaining in her place. This caused Jongho to pause his video, fully turning his head in her direction.

“Jieun? Everything alright?”

When she didn’t respond, Jongho quickly pulled himself out of bed, placing his phone on the side table before making his way over to hers. He took a seat beside her, poking the girl in the shoulder.

“Are you dead?”

Jieun let out a sigh as she rolled over, looking up at him in defeat.

“What should I do if I think I pissed someone off and now they won’t talk to me, but I don’t know what I even did in the first place and they won’t tell me why they’ve been ignoring me for weeks?”

“Hold on, slow down a bit,” Jongho said, eyes widening. “First of all, who is it, and second, what’s going on?”

Jieun closed her eyes as her hands dragged down her face. “Wooyoung,” she said, shaking her head. “He’s been avoiding me for weeks and when I try confronting him, he just shuts me out.”

A small sigh escaped Jongho’s lips as he began to gently massage the girl’s shoulder in hopes of providing some comfort. He’d noticed the slight tension between the two a while ago, but chose to not get involved in hopes they’d be able to resolve things on their own. Upon seeing her deflated state, however, a part of him felt guilty for not stepping in sooner.

“Did you just try talking to him?” he asked carefully, despite knowing the likely answer.

“I did. I tried talking to him multiple times, and this time he wouldn’t even say anything.” Jieun suddenly sat up in bed and turned to the boy, the broken expression on her face tearing a piece of his heart out. “I feel like I’m going crazy. I don’t think I did anything wrong, but he won’t even tell me if I did or not. I just want things to be normal again but how am I supposed to do that when he won’t talk to me about anything?”

Jongho’s hands slowly reached out to take hers, rubbing calm, smooth circles as he met her gaze.

“Breathe, Jieun,” he said, not letting go of her hands. “Breathe with me. 1, 2, 3, 4-” Jongho took in a deep breath, which he held for four counts before slowly exhaling, nodding encouragingly as she copied his breathing pattern. “Good. Good job.”

Jieun continued to copy his breath pattern, her racing heart soon calming down while he continued rubbing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. Only after she had calmed down did Jongho speak up again.

“Jieun, you’re not crazy,” he said firmly. “If I’m being honest, I don’t think you did anything wrong, but even if you did, it’s not fair of Wooyoung to just cut you off without giving a reason, especially when you’re still making efforts to talk to him.”

Jieun exhaled shakily. “I’m sorry,” she said, almost in shame, her head lowering. “I’m just…This is stressful. Everything.”

“And you’re completely valid for that.” One of his hands reached up to rest on her shoulder. “Anyone in your position would feel the same way, but it’s not your fault. This is on Wooyoung for not communicating like an adult.”

She nodded as she picked the skin around her nails, pausing for a couple moments before looking up at him.

“What should I do?”

Jongho’s mouth tightened into a straight line, carefully thinking of what to say.

“Honestly, I think you just have to leave him on his own at this point,” he eventually answered, a sigh escaping his lips. “As much as it sucks, it’s clear that he’s not going to open up any time soon. You know how stubborn Wooyoung can be.”

This caused a faint smile to spread across her face, though it quickly disappeared as worry clouded her expression.

“I want to be there for him though,” she whispered. “If he’s going through something, then-”

“Eun-ah,” Jongho cut her off, taking both her hands in his once more. He looked her in the eye. “Wooyoung’s emotions are not your sole responsibility. He’s old enough to communicate his emotions like an adult.”

Another silence fell upon the two as Jieun considered his words. Logically, she knew he was right, but that didn’t stop the ache in her heart and the feeling of helplessness she couldn’t shake off.

Jongho placed a hand on her knee and squeezed. “You should get to sleep soon. Aren’t you going out with Hongjoong-hyung in the morning?” he asked. Jieun gave a small, hesitant nod, her conflicted gaze not going unnoticed by the older boy. He tilted his head. “Want me to sing you to sleep?”

She hesitated for a moment, about to decline when Jongho patted the pillow behind her. Jieun cracked a small smile as she laid down, pulling the covers over her body as Jongho moved to sit slightly closer.

Gently, he reached over and began combing his fingers through her hair, his soft voice filling the room. He sat there for a while, going through the countless songs he had engraved in his heart as Jieun’s breath slowly stabilized.

After ensuring that she was fully asleep, Jongho, as carefully as he could, rose from the bed, keeping an eye on her the whole time to make sure she didn’t wake up. Without taking his eyes off her, he began backing up from the bed and slowly made his way towards the door. He grabbed his keycard before opening the door as quietly as possible, making sure to turn the light off before slipping out of the room.

Wooyoung felt like shit.

He hadn’t felt particularly great the last few days, but the interaction he’d just had with the group’s youngest member didn’t help. It was a conversation, if one could even call it that, he’d been dreading for a while, but found himself unable to say anything in front of her. After she left, he decided to take another shower despite having already washed up, hoping the hot water would help ease his mind, though it made no difference.

Wooyoung laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling blankly, his body numb. Time slipped by unbeknownst to him, unable to focus on anything but the events that had just transpired.

It was only when a knock sounded at his door that Wooyoung was broken out of his thoughts. He raised his head and stared at the door, wondering if it was worth it to go and open it. Another knock sounded, though Wooyoung continued to just stare at the door blankly.

“Wooyoung, I know you’re awake.” To his surprise, Jongho’s muffled voice sounded from outside the room.

Begrudgingly, Wooyoung pushed himself off the bed and slowly made his way over to his door. A sigh escaped his lips as he unlocked it and pulled the door open, Jongho standing in front of him with a furious expression.

“What are you-?” Wooyoung asked, unable to finish his sentence as Jongho stormed into his room, pushing past the older without asking. He was barely able to process all that was happening before Jongho began his tirade.

“What is going on, Jung Wooyoung? And don’t try to bullshit your way out of this or whatever else you’ve been telling Jieun. Are you really that selfish? We’re on tour and you’re causing issues for the group.” Wooyoung stared at him with wide eyes, mouth left agape, but Jongho just scoffed as he shook his head. “I could tell something was off but I thought it wasn’t my place to say, but this is just ridiculous.”

If looks could kill, Jongho’s gaze would have put Wooyoung six feet under the moment he stepped into the room. He didn’t care if he was being disrespectful to his elder, any respect he had for the older was lost the moment Jieun told him the truth. Even now, Wooyoung’s lack of response and his eyes being glued to the floor only further pissed him off.

“Well? Aren’t you going to say something?” Jongho questioned. “Jieun’s distraught right now because you won’t talk to her, and you don’t even have the decency to tell her why.”

A silence fell over the two, Jongho’s eyes burning into Wooyoung’s head as the latter continued to stare at the ground. Eventually, he shook his head.

“I can’t.”

Jongho scoffed in disbelief. “You can’t what?”

“I can’t tell her,” Wooyoung said, his voice reduced to a whisper.

“And why not? You know how Jieun thinks sometimes and making her suffer like this is just cruel-”

“Because I like her!”

Jongho paused, blinking at the older with a startled expression.

“You…you what?”

Shaking his head, Wooyoung closed his eyes and took a deep breath, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Since when?” Jongho asked, his anger starting to subside as shock filled him.

“Since Oakland, maybe? I don’t know, it just…happened,” Wooyoung answered, shrugging. His head hung low, almost in shame. “I thought I could ignore it and it would go away, but it hasn’t. I can’t even look at her without thinking about how much I want to hold her and kiss her and-“

“Ok, I get it. That’s literally my sister, I don’t need details. Ew.” Jongho scrunched his nose, a disgusted look on his face.

“I’m so fucked!” Wooyoung covered his hands with his face, letting out a groan as he walked back over to his bed and plopped down face-first. “This is the worst thing I could’ve done. Especially now, when we’re in the middle of a tour.”

Jongho was left standing in shock as he tried to process all the new information he’d just received. He watched from afar for about a minute before slowly making his way over, and like deja vu, Jongho took a seat beside the distressed member.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung continued to lay there in a puddle of his own emotions, clearly overwhelmed. On one hand, it felt nice to finally get the secret he’d been keeping for weeks off his chest- he hadn’t even told San- but the weight of the secret sat heavy on his shoulders. The more he tried acting like things were fine, the heavier the weight became, and with the added guilt of how he’d been treating Jieun recently, Wooyoung felt as though he was being crushed.

After a while, Jongho placed a hand on the older’s shoulder, a sigh escaping his lips.

“Hyung, you don’t have to tell her how you feel if you’re not ready,” he said, voice calm and collected. “But you do have to go and apologize.” When a conflicted expression crossed Wooyoung’s face, Jongho frowned. “You caught feelings, it’s not the end of the world. But like you said, we’re in the middle of a tour, and this won’t be fun for anyone if you don’t at least try to fix some of the mess you’ve created.”

“I don’t know if I can,” Wooyoung whispered, shaking his head. “If she doesn’t hate me now, she probably will when she finds out.”

“Is it really that bad if you like her?” Jongho asked. “Like sure, she’s a little sister to me, but I can understand why. She’s smart, hardworking, talented, pretty- I can see why you would.”

Heat rushed to Wooyoung’s face as he peeked at the younger boy through his fingers, though glanced away a second later.

Jongho sighed. “Jieun wouldn’t hate you over something like this, and I doubt she’ll ever hate you, but… she’s worried. She wants to be there for you and for things to go back to how they used to be.”

Wooyoung dropped his hands from his face, staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression.

“They won’t. I can’t go back to how things were before.”

“Can you at least try?” Jongho nearly pleaded. “For Jieun’s sake?”

Another silence fell over the two as Wooyoung continued to stare ahead, expressionless. As much as he hated admitting it, Jongho was right, and so was Jieun. This wasn’t how he wanted to look back on the tour.

A sigh eventually left Wooyoung’s lips as he nodded.

“Ok, I’ll do it.”

Jongho gave a small, tight-lipped smile as he patted the boy’s leg. He stood up, waiting for Wooyoung to bring himself to his feet before allowing himself to be escorted out of the room.

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow,” Wooyoung promised as he opened the door.

Jongho nodded. “She’s going out with Hongjoong-hyung in the morning, but she should be back by the afternoon.” He looked back over his shoulder, giving Wooyoung one final pat on the shoulder. “Good luck, soldier.”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, shooing Jongho out of his room before closing the door behind him and locking it. Sighing, he turned around and made his way back to his own bed, allowing himself to be engulfed by the cold sheets. He reached over to the bedside table where his phone laid, quickly grabbing and unlocking it before scrolling through his messages. He opened his text conversation with Jieun, the last message sent being something she’d asked him about, though he’d never responded.

Wooyoung’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, slowly typing out a message.

Me: hey, what time will you be back tomorrow?

He shook his head, spamming the backspace button to delete the message. After a few more attempts at writing something he was satisfied with, Wooyoung accepted defeat and turned his phone off. He placed it back on the bedside table before pulling his covers up over his shoulders.

He decided he’d text her the next day. Only now, it would be him waiting for her response, and even though he didn’t deserve it, he really hoped she would.

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zawadni · 2 years ago

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Good 4 U

Katsuki Bakugo has everything Midoriya wants.

pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x GN!Reader (from Mido's pov)

cw: angst, angst/no comfort, unhealthy jealousy (izu), one-sided love (izu), swearing, very brief mention of thr*w up/b!le

wc: 1k

SOMETIMES IZUKU MIDORIYA BELIEVES HE NEVER OUTGREW HIS MIDDLE SCHOOL BULLIES. Everything they said ricocheted off of him like he never even heard them. Because at the time, he didn’t care. And as he got older and moved his way through his 1st, 2nd, and 3rd year at UA, he realized it really didn’t matter.

They were either insecure with themselves or their quirks and they saw the quirkless kid as an easy target for their relentlessness. He grew up and forgave them despite never seeing them again. They were just kids and he can only hope they grew up as well and realized their faults.

And he forgave Bakugo. Of all people, he forgave Bakugo. That's what he used to think. Because right now as he’s staring him down, he hates him. He despises Bakugo Katsuki with every bone in his body.

His feet are nailed to the linoleum floor and his tongue feels like lead in his mouth. He's playing out every vengeance-seeking fantasy his brain can conjure up whilst he asks why he couldn't have been born in his shoes instead.

He detests him because Bakugo Katsuki has everything Midoriya wants.

He was born with a flashy quirk that had everyone in his ear saying he'd practically be a god when he pursued heroism. He grew up with people around him all day that worshiped the ground he walked on because he was just cool. He gets everything. Including you.

It was a Friday and they'd just been let out of school. He was nearly jumping out of his shoes out of sheer excitement because today was the day. Mina miraculously found out about his massive crush on you (he's a shit liar), and decided to help him.

He recited what he was going to say, where he was going to say it, and when he was going to do it-- right down to the hour. Never did he ever actually believe this day would come; he knew he'd never be bold enough to go up to you and ask you out so he just left it alone.

And then Mina found out and she was his saving grace. There was no shot he would've had the confidence to go through with it had it not been for her help. He shifted his feet from one side to the other and he nervously shoved his hands into his pockets.

The wind was bitter against his face, and he tried to hide in the collar of his jacket to no avail. His hair started to fall to the side and the longer he stood outside of your room waiting for you to answer the door, the more the cold air seeped through his clothes like getting caught outside in the rain.

It took 16 minutes and 32 seconds for him to accept you weren't in your room before he made his way to the common room in hopes someone knew where you ended up. He remembers Mina finding him going down the hall and stopping him just before the door.

"Y/N wasn't in their room? Have you seen them recent-" "Don't do it. You can't tell them anymore."

She seemed near frantic and she'd been looking around the hallway since the start of the conversation. Mina was hardly ever serious unless she literally needed to be, it wasn't in her nature.

"What're you talking-" Midoriya jumped and nearly dented the wall with the side of his body when you showed up behind him to greet them. Ashido widened her eyes and tugged at the end of his sleeve before he turned to face you.

"Hey, Midoriya. I've been looking for you. Why the hell are you wearing a jacket?"

"Doesn't matter." He takes Mina's words into consideration before deciding on his next words. There was only one thing she could possibly be talking about so he had no choice but to heed her words. "What'd you need me for?"

"Me n' Bakugo are dating!"

His stomach was tied up in knots and he could feel his heart in the back of his throat. There almost couldn't have been news worse than that. And all he could think was why?

Why not him? Why does he get everything? Why was Midoriya stuck in some life where Bakugo gets everything he's ever wanted in life and doesn't? He has to force a smile onto his face and spout generated words about how he's so happy for you while he tries to quell the blood running a marathon through his veins.

Every time he's in the same room as both of you, he has to push down the feeling of bile rising up his throat well after he's turned away from you two.

You look at Bakugo like the sun, moon, and stars only exist because he strung them up, just for you. If heart eyes was an actual thing, you'd have them every time you so much as glanced at him.

Why Bakugo and not him? Why couldn't he be the one in his shoes? Why is he the one that's being made to suffer as he's listening to you excitedly tell the group that he had finally proposed to you?

Mina looked at him with pity in her eyes as he stands behind Bakugo and has to listen to them agonizingly say I do before officially being married. This is it, he thinks. He had some sense of false hope that maybe he still had a shot. That maybe one day you'd realize Bakugo isn't right for you, because Midoriya is.

He should've been the one to watch Aizawa walk you down the aisle and he should've been the one saying I do. It should be him.

Maybe not forgiving him was petty and unjust, but for once he can't find it within himself to care just the tiniest bit. His entire life, he was forced to watch Bakugo get everything he wanted practically handed to him on a shiny, silver platter.

And now he'd be subjected to the same thing as he can do nothing but watch you and Bakugo live the life that you should be living with him instead.

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tikosblogg · 5 months ago

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HIDDEN HEARTS//PT 2.

Summary: love triangle? you grew up with folio, you are best friends. Both in very successful bands. folio tries to ignore his hidden feelings for you, especially when the one and only Noah Sebastian steals your heart.

Warnings: angst, lil make out sesh, nothing crazy.

A/N: welp I had ALOT of time on my hands today, SO here is part two! I’m so excited for this story, part three will more than likely be out tomorrow afternoon LOL. ALSO thank you all so much for the love and support you’re sending my way! It means the absolute world to me.❤️

I woke up the next morning, with a pep in my step. I am so excited about today. This song is fucking sick, and I can’t believe I get to sing it for the band. I walked to the closet picking out a hoodie and some sweats, throwing them on. Nick texted me that they were on their way 15 minutes ago. I have to make time today to sit and talk to him. I need to figure out what is going on. I didn’t bother fixing my hair, or putting on makeup, since I was going to get it done there anyways. I grabbed my belongings and walked out waiting for the guys to pull up.

Five minutes later, a black suv came pulling into the driveway. Jolly rolls his window down “get in loser, we’re going to shoot a music video.” He smiles at me, opening the door from the inside for me. I threw my head back with a laugh, at the mean girls reference. “Here you can sit next to Noah so he can talk your ear off about his anime show.” Jolly laughs moving to the third row of seats.

I slide in next to Noah, with a small smile. “We can change seats if you want, lungs” Nick suggests from the front passenger seat. “Oh it’s okay really, thanks nick.” I patted his shoulder, as he gave me a small nod turning back around as Ruffilo pulled out of the driveway. “You like anime?” Noah leans in and whispers, I let out a giggle nodding my head yes.

We pulled up to the set, a lot of cameras and people swarmed the area, some fans linger outside the building, waiting for Bad Omens to make an appearance. We pulled around back to a secluded area and made a beeline inside, straight to hair and makeup. The guys walked me to a room that had a whole vanity set up, and racks of clothing.

I said hello to my makeup and hair stylists for the day. They were really sweet women. The hair stylist Jenna, got to me first. She took the straightener to my long blonde hair, straightening it pin straight. She sprayed some texturizing spray, and hair spray to make sure it stayed put. Next Sarah came to do my makeup. It came out flawless. It looked almost eerie?

I’m supposed to be playing a rogue AI. It’s amazing seeing Noah’s vision come to life. I thanked them both, as a guy came in, and lead me to the racks of clothes. He pulled out a sheer white outfit. I took the outfit from him, sliding it on. The white long sleeve turtleneck was soft against my skin. I looked up towards the mirror, my tits clearly visible through the shirt.

I felt my cheeks flush. I’m not really embarrassed of my body, but I’ve never worn anything this sheer. I feel like I might as well be wearing plastic wrap as a shirt. I shook my nerves away, sliding into the bottom half. Thankfully they came with white underwear type bottoms. My most important bits, thankfully being covered. The man I learned who’s name is Jon walked back in, adjusting the outfit.

“Perfect, it looks amazing on you hon.” I smiled, thanking him as he walked me to set. When we entered, all the guys were standing around a big glass box. My eyes widened at how beautiful it looked. It was exactly like I pictured it when I was explaining it to Noah. There was a chair dead in the center of the glass case. The floor was covered in what looked like green moss.

I gasped when I saw the cutest Snow White bunny, sat in the corner of it. My sudden outburst caused all the guys to turn their attention to me. “Damn y/n….you look great!” Nick smiled, as I walked over to them. They all nodded in agreement, as I thanked them. I looked over at Noah, who was frozen still eyes glued to me. I gave him a small smile, getting worried that he hated it.

He cleared his throat, taking a step towards me. “Wow…you uh..you look amazing.” I could see a slight pink tint cover his cheeks, making my confidence shoot through the roof. Did I really just make him blush? Fuck yeah I did. “Thank you Noah.” We did what felt like hundreds of takes. Some in the glass case, and more on a gurney, and even the hallway.

After finishing them, Jon took me back to the dressing room grabbing me another outfit. He quickly shoved it into my arms making his way out of the room. “Change quickly hon, they need you back out there in 5.” He slammed the door behind him, as I stood there dumbfounded. I looked at the “outfit” in my hands, looking like a bunch of leather straps. “What in the hell?”

Well after 5 minutes, I finally got it on. Turning towards the mirror, I froze in horror. I thought the first outfit was bad….I look like I belong in hustlers magazine. This one piece was literally just straps. I twisted around in the mirror, looking at myself from every angle.

The bottoms were cut very high, my ass no doubt making its appearance. My tits barely fit into the top. My thoughts were interrupted when the dressing room door swung open. “Hey is everything-.” Noah walked in, pausing when he saw me. All of sudden I felt completely bare. I could feel my cheeks getting hot.

“Oh um yeah, sorry…couldn’t figure the uh…the straps out.” I stammered, awkwardly gesturing to my outfit. He said nothing, as he quietly shut the door behind him. I let out a half hearted chuckle, as he slowly stalked over to me. I could feel my heart pounding, the closer he got. He said nothing, stopping just in front of me.

I held my breath waiting for him to say something. We were so close to each other at this point, I could feel the heat emitting from his body. He slowly raised his hand, reaching for the strap at my hip untwisting it to lay properly against my skin. “There. You ready?” His voice was low, and husky. I nodded my head, afraid to even open my mouth, afraid of what would come out. He smiled, and I followed him out of the room back to set.

We finally finished up, at about 12am. All of us were exhausted, and ready for bed. We piled back into the suv, headed back to my place. This time Noah drove, and I sat in the very back with Nick. Noah had the radio playing, while jolly scrolled through his phone in the passenger seat, and Ruffilo was passed out against his window.

“Are you okay Nick? You’ve been acting weird for the past two days…did do I something?” He looked over at me, with his brows furrowed. “Of course not y/n. I’m sorry, I’ve just been a little stressed out is all.” I nodded my head, not really believing it. So I pushed a little further. “What’s got you so stressed?.”

He shook his head, looking down to his lap. “You know I love you right?” I smiled, bumping his shoulder with mine. “Of course, I love you too.” He nodded his head with a weak smile. “All I want is for you to be happy, no matter who it’s with.” I furrowed my brows confused, about to ask what he meant when jolly’s voice broke the silence of the car.

“Thank god, I’m so tired of being in this car.” Everyone agreed, as we all climbed out. “We still have to drive to our place dumbass.” Ruffilo laughed, as we entered my air bnb. They all looked rough. I felt bad for them, they still had a 30 minute drive home. “Why don’t you guys just crash here? There’s plenty of space.” I offered, and they all perked up. “Really? That’d be awesome actually.” Jolly said, slumping onto the couch.

I smiled, kicking my shoes off at the door. “Of course make yourself at home.” I walked back to my room, ridding my clothes and hopping in the shower. When I got out, I walked back to the living room to see jolly, and both nicks already passed out on the couches. I looked around, wondering where Noah was until I saw the sliding glass door to the patio slightly open.

I walked over to it, peering out seeing Noah on one of the couches, scrolling through his phone. “Hey…everything okay?” His head shot up, his lips forming a smile. “Yeah, I just can’t sleep. Too much going on in here.” He tapped the side of his skull, setting his phone down on the little coffee table in front of him. I nodded in understanding, stepping out and shutting the door behind me.

“Want some company?” I asked, standing to the side, waiting for an answer before I just plopped down beside him, not wanting to invade his space. He nodded his head, and patted the spot next to him. I sat down, criss crossing my legs to get comfortable. He was the first to break the silence. We talked for a while, about anything and everything. Just enjoying each others presence.

“You did great today y/n, I know this video is going to be amazing. Your creativity is mind blowing. I loved all your ideas, they really helped bring it all together.” I blushed at his praises, looking down at my lap. “Thank you Noah, you too. I can’t tell you how much I love the song. The visions you have for this whole album are fucking sick.” He laughed, thanking me.

“Did you like the wardrobe choices? Sorry if they were a little much.” He smiled, looking over at me. “I was a little caught off guard honestly, but looking back now I think they were pretty badass. I think I did them justice.” I laughed jokingly, looking over at him, when I didn’t hear him laughing with me. He was staring with a serious expression, making me nervous all over again.

“You looked amazing y/n.” I don’t even know who leaned in first, but before I knew it his lips softly grazed mine. I threw caution to the wind, and leaned the rest of the way in. It started off innocent, our lips just pressed together in a simple kiss. We slightly pulled away, our foreheads still touching. Both our breathing turned heavy, as his hand came up grabbing my cheek and pulling me in for another. This time was faster, and more rushed.

I felt his teeth nip my bottom lip, and I opened up to let his tongue slip inside. He pulled my body closer to him, as our tongues softly played with each other. A soft whimper left my mouth, bringing me back to reality. I jerked away, quickly standing from my seat. “Fuck Noah. I’m so sorry….I shouldn’t of…fuck.” I quickly turned around, headed back inside. “Wait y/n-“

I slid the door closed, and beelined for my room. Fuck! What did I do? This is not a good idea. I like Noah so much, so fucking much but I’m terrified of causing issues in the band. Nick is my best friend, I don’t ever want to jeopardize his career, or any of theirs for that matter. Noah is one of his best friends, It just feels so wrong. My feelings for Noah are so strong, but my love for Nick and our friendship mean more. I have to do what’s right…stay as far away from Noah as possible.

#bad omens #noah sebastian #badomensimagines #noah sabastian smut #noahsebastiancult #imagines #bad omens cult #bad omens band #smut #daily folio #nick folio #fuck it up folio #nicholas folio

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peeercyriceee · 3 months ago

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let the ichor flow through your very core

Summary: Percy has no choice. He will be granted Godhood whether he likes it or not.

Notes: Hi. It is currently 11 pm as I write this. I have to get up early for work tomorrow morning.

I wanted some Percy Jackson angst. No other reason.

Future me here now. Just did a couple of touch-ups here and there to make it more presentable. Enjoy!

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“…And for you, Perseus Jackson. Your gift is to be granted Godhood, a most high honor.”

Godhood? Like, immortality? Not getting old? Staying forever 16? Or, well, whatever age he chose to represent. Because that was apparently a thing gods did. Percy��s head spun. He’d be a god. The god of what, he wasn’t sure. Probably something related to Poseidon’s powers.

But… that didn’t feel right. He had so much more he wanted to do as a normal kid — at least as normal as one can get when you’re a demigod. He didn’t want to cheat by being able to have eternity to do whatever he wanted. And he had people in his life, people he cared about. He would lose them all. And for what, never growing old? Never having to worry about bad hair days? All that and more, for the price of slowly losing his family?

Percy tried speaking up, he really did. But he found his throat cracked and dry, filled to the brim with dust and debris from the destruction of the battle, aching from all the yelling and screaming at enemies. Achilles curse be damned, it was doing nothing to heal his broken voice. All he could let out was a hoarse cough as he did his best to clear his throat in order to object the king of the gods’ gift.

But Zeus didn’t like waiting much. And Percy was no exception. In a booming voice, he chanted in a tongue not even Percy recognized. It sounded old, ancient. One of the very first languages, the language of creation itself, if he had a guess.

It started slow. A small tingling sensation of goosebumps crawling over his skin and hair raising straight up to the sky. The feeling one would get right before lightning struck.

And boy did it strike. A flash and a loud crack filled the room, the sound alone enough to shake him to his core. And then the lightning hit.

Everything slowed down. For a second, Percy thought Kronos had pulled one over on him. But this was a different kind of slow motion. It didn’t have that evil and elder feel to it. It wasn’t like moving through amber, which was the way that the Mad Titan’s powers worked. It was smooth, like honey and nectar, flowing gently over him as the electricity tickled his whole body.

Percy watched as his central nervous system lit up, shining through his skin like glow sticks.

There was no pain, however. Just that tingling sensation that grew stronger and stronger.

And as soon as it had started, it was over.

Percy collapsed to his knees, holding himself up with shaking arms.

He felt power — unbelievable surges of power — humming through his body. His fingertips continued to tingle as though he had dunked them in a pool of electric eels. If he looked closely at his hands, he could almost see the golden ichor flowing through his veins.

And it was all wrong. It was wrong. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong. The levels of sheer wrongness were astronomical. This wasn’t how his story was supposed to go. No. No he was supposed to stay a demigod. He had a life to live. He- he had- there were people he knew and loved and-

People he would watch crumple away with age as he stayed forever young. Friends that he’d be forced to see die at the hands of monsters. Family who would fade from his memory as time marched on for eternity.

Percy stood up on trembling legs, and turned around to face his friends, his family. They weren’t even looking at him, having kneeled in respect for the newly-made god. None of them could see the expression of pure terror crossing his face. The only one who did see was Zeus, and he had a look of boredom, as if he’d done this hundreds of times and this wasn’t anything special.

Finally — finally — he could feel his throat open up, as well as the aches in his body lessening, the pain of the battle losing its sting as Godhood seeped through his very essence.

But Percy, for the first time in his life, was at loss for words. He didn’t want this. Gods he didn’t want this.

“Hail, Perseus. God of the riptide, and protector of demigods.”

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Notes: hope you enjoyed my sleep-deprived story. I am sure more-awake-future-me will have edited this (currently midnight as I type)

Ao3 link

#percy jackson #Zeus #angst #Percy is a god #pjo fic #pjo fanfic #pjo fanfiction #toast tries to write #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians

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lvrsmg · 2 years ago

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something there pt. 3

pairing: assassin!mingi x assassin trainee!reader (gender not specified)

part one : here !

part two : here !

part four : here !

theme: angst, crack for a minute if you squint, angsty fluff?

word count: 3.6K

cw: huge mentions of blood!! major character is shot, injury, swearing, violence

lowercase intended!

a/n: part three to something there! another cliff hanger so part 4 is already in the works! sorry for the long wait i’ll try not to be as long with part 4 hehe! enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated 💙

as the two of you drove down the highlighted route, the radio hummed in the background, filling in the empty silence as hills and empty valleys rolled along beside you. mingi’s hand was resting close to his wound, his eyes averted outside of the window, irises jumping along with the scenery.

you, on the other hand, kept taking glances over to mingi, eyeing his state to make sure he wasn’t in too much pain, or about to pass out on you.

on what seemed like the 50th time you looked at him, mingi finally spoke.

“what,” he said, turning his head to catch your eyes, which made you blink, looking away fast.

“i’m- i was- what?” you sputtered helplessly, heat working up the back of your neck and cheeks. mingi found this hilarious, but you would never know that- judging his emotionless expression.

you were chewing the inside of your cheek out of embarrassment of being caught stealing glances.

“you keep looking at me,” he explained the obvious, “why?”

“just- just checking.” your profile answered him, earning a sigh.

“i’m fine, it's just a bullet.” he tore his eyes away from your face finally, looking back out of the window, and you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

the man's gaze was too intense for his own good.

“the fact that it’s a bullet makes it worse, mingi. i’m just-” you shook your head, “this mission will be easier if i have a capable partner.”

“so you need me?” mingi’s voice was coy, mirroring the slight smirk on his lips. the sheer audacity of the statement made you flustered.

“no, that- that is not what i said.” you denied, looking over at him quickly, then away again.

“you need me.” mingi confirmed for you, nodding and looking out the front window, his smirk growing. frustration bloomed inside of you.

you sighed in an attempt to release some of the feeling, but it didn’t help that mingi let out a short chuckle as a result of your anger.

“no, mingi. i would rather have someone i can work with over dead weight.” your voice was firm, but mingi saw right through it, easily, and before he could help it, his chuckle turned to a more heavy laugh.

now, you fully turned to look at him. not in anger, but in awe.

the orange-haired man laughed openly and freely, head throwing back a bit. his mouth pulled into a wide smile, you could see the slight crook to his front teeth. his eyes were upside down crescents, and you could’ve sworn your heart jumped at the sound of his laughter.

mingi finally caught sight of you, staring at him in what could only be explained as complete shock. his cough quickly rolled into a short cough, his smile disappearing. he cleared his throat a little more, avoiding looking at you.

“you were laughing.” the statement was very obvious, but you couldn’t shake the shock you felt.

“no i wasn’t.”

this earned a short laugh from you, did he really think he could just say he didn’t? your laughter grew, one hand coming up to cover your mouth as you laughed hard, and now it was mingi’s turn to be shocked.

“what?” he demanded, sounding far too angry over this. “i wasn’t laughing, i was coughing.”

this only made your laughter grow, you almost lost control of the steering wheel, the car swerving.

“stop laughing! drive!” mingi reached over and grabbed the wheel, steering as well as he could. you fully let go of the wheel, holding your stomach, one hand still covering your mouth.

mingi made eye contact with you as you laughed, and he fought the smile that tried to grace his lips.

“what’s so funny?” he voiced, your laughs finally subsiding slightly.

“hoo..” you breathed out, giggling slightly still and wiping your tears. mingi stared at your uncovered smile, and he hated how his breath caught in his throat.

“you- you’re so weird.” you giggled and shook your head, holding the wheel again.

“why do you do that?” he let go of the wheel, sitting back.

“what? laugh? because you were being dumb, mingi.” you snickered again.

“no,” he spoke, “why do you cover your mouth?”

this made you eye him. you opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

“i don't know,” you shrugged finally, “instinct, i guess?”

mingi was quiet for a second.

“it’s pretty.” you barely heard his voice, but it was there.

“what?” you looked at him.

he looked at you.

“don’t cover your smile when you laugh. it’s pretty.” he said clearly, holding eye contact.

you blinked, staring at him.

“oh, i- okay.” you nodded, looking away.

‘what kind of answer was that!?” you yelled at yourself in your head.

mingi had looked out of the window again, acting as if he had never said such a personal thing.

you didn’t notice or see, but mingi wiped his sweaty hands on his pants, proud of himself for not pussying out.

the rest of the car ride carried on in silence. mingi had fallen asleep, but it wasn’t too late and you found the music helped keep you up.

the two of you reached closer to the warehouse finally. not close enough to be seen by them, but close enough that you could see it. you were, essentially, in the middle of nowhere. the terrain was full of flat grassy landscapes,stretching as far as the eye could see. it wouldn’t be hard to spot you two if you got too close.

you used your better judgement to slow the car before you got too close to the location and got caught.

an incoming call from hongjoong shocked mingi awake, his eyes snapping open, and back straightening out.

you muffled a laugh, answering the call.

“hello?” you answered the phone, noticing how mingi rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

“hey, you guys there yet?” hongjoong’s voice came a bit scratchy from the other side. you assumed the service here wouldn’t be the best, seeing as there was no civilization near or around you.

“yeah, we’re close but not too close,” you confirmed.

“good, you remember my orders, right? in and out, no mess, no chaos, no trace of ever being there. got it?” the leader's voice continued to crack in and out every second, you and mingi were straining your ears to capture the orders.

“yeah, we got it.” mingi said, “the chopper is coming to get us?”

“yeah, just get to the roof with the file labelled-”

“q334t9. yeah, we got it.” you interrupted hongjoong, shifting the gears and driving off again.

mingi rolled his eyes.

“is y/n driving?” hongjoong asked. mingi froze.

“..no” he tried, earning a chuckle from you.

“i am driving, because mingi got himself s-”

“i needed to sleep.” now it was your turn to get interrupted by mingi.

“what?” came hongjoong’s voice.

“no, he got sh-” you tried again.

“stop.” mingi cut in, again.

“can you let me speak?” you turned to face him.

“this is immature.” hongjoong’s voice tried to work its way in, not understanding anything.

“no. that isn’t relevant, y/n.” mingi ignored his leader's voice.

“yes it is, what do you mean not relevant?” you retorted.

“i told you not to fucking talk about that.” mingi gritted out through his teeth.

“you might need modification accordingly! it’s a big deal!” your voice rose.

“i don't need modification-”

“yes you do-!”

“shut up, oh my god.”

“no, you need help-”

“why do you always fucking think that?”

“because you do-”

“no i don’t-”

your voices overlapped, and hongjoong rubbed his temples, trying to make sense about what was going on, with your loud voice and mingi’s irritatingly low voice.

“you are hurt!” hongjoong managed to make your voice out.

“i’m fine.”

you got sh- mffph!” mingi’s hand was over your mouth, cutting off your voice in a second. he leant over the car controls, staring close and deep into your eyes.

his hand was tight against your mouth and nose, cutting off your air, you furrowed your brows glaring at him and trying to fight his arm off, but to no use. he was too strong.

“i am fine, we are fine.” mingi breathed out, his hand still on your mouth, unfazed by your struggle. “we’ll see you soon.”

hongjoong was silent for a moment before speaking.

“get it done.” he gave his final order, then hung up.

mingi’s hand finally fell from your mouth, and you gasped for air, inhaling deeply.

“don’t you ever-” you began, rage rising in your stomach, voice already rising.

but interruption seemed like a very common topic at the moment.

“don’t.” mingi’s order was quick and sharp.

you opened your mouth to retort, but the look of his set jaw and glaring eyes had you sitting quiet.

you silently drove closer to the building, following a route that would take you to the back, where you wouldn't be seen.

“stop the car. we have to walk from here.” mingi ordered, and once again, you complied.

after you parked the stolen car, both of you stepped out, mingi getting his bag from the back and adjusting it across his shoulder.

the man led the way, still following the route to the back, and you trailed behind him.

the walk would take around 20 minutes, and you could tell it’d be dark by the time you two would reach the building.

that was a convenience, you thought, and felt more at ease.

the entire walk was filled with the padding of your feet against the grass, no voices or sounds from either of you.

when you finally reached the fence surrounding the warehouse, your neck craned to look all the way up, whereas mingi looked around the bottom for a way in.

“we can climb the fence..” despite your suggestion, your voice was uncertain, the height of the fence was nothing but daunting.

“there’s a door, y/n.” mingi informed you, tugging on the lock that held the said door shut.

“but it’s locked, mingi.” you imitated the way he had said your voice so pointedly. mingi rolled his eyes.

“let me see the bag,” you ordered, “i’ll pick the lock.” mingi turned around, letting you dig around in the bag.

he was confused, though, because the only way he understood was that you would have to shoot the lock off.

“there’s nothing in there that’ll help you.” he thought- almost knew your attempts were futile.

but, nevertheless, you emerged with a tiny bobby pin, smiling in triumph.

mingi sighed internally.

‘of course.’ he thought.

still smirking, you leant down and picked at the lock, your tongue sticking out in concentration, which mingi picked up on.

he smiled, just a little.

“c’mon… almost..” you whispered, feeling around for any click.

and there it was.

click.

“yes!” you cheered, a bit too loud.

“shh.” mingi ordered, pulling the lock off the door and carefully opening the fence door.

the man let you in, shaking his head barely at how proud you looked for picking the lock.

you didn’t care what he thought, a win was a win.

the area was an average warehouse yard, littered with storage containers and large trash bins, there wasn’t anything to check for, so the two of you made a beeline to the nearest door.

weirdly, the door was unlocked, mingi twisting the handle and opening it for you, letting you go in first, and following behind you with his gun cocked and ready.

the inside was much more modern than outside. the hallways were long and grey, lights lit up along the sides of the ceilings, and no one in sight.

“the office is on the 19th floor.” mingi whispered to you, to which you nodded.

the walk continued, and for once the silence was good, you both kept an ear out for any sudden noises.

“mingi, an elevator,” you whispered, jogging forward and reaching it. mingi nodded, pressing the only button that was there.

the elevator opened almost immediately, both of you stepping in, and you pressing the 9th floor.

“i think i should take a gun,” you quietly suggested, “who knows what we’ll run into there.”

mingi shook his head.

“mingi, i’m going to need to protect myself.” you demanded. having a gun wasn’t about just having it, you were genuinely afraid. you knew anyone here would have one, and you needed to stay safe.

“no,” but mingi continued to deny that you needed it. “i’m here to fight, you’re here to get the file.”

“mingi,” your voice went soft suddenly, but mingi didn’t cave. “i don’t feel safe, i need a gun.”

“no.” the ding of the elevator followed his statement, and he walked out, down the hall.

you cursed under your breath, jogging after him.

you both walked down the hall, knowing the office at the end of the hallway is where the file would be.

mingi slowed in front of the door, there was another lock, but more secure than the one on the fence.

“the only way in is to shoot it,” you piped in, watching as the gears turned in mingi’s head.

“they’ll hear us.” he looked down at you.

“i’ll be fast.” you assured him.

mingi took a deep breath, aiming his gun, but not looking away from you yet.

you nodded, holding eye contact.

with a bang, the lock was blown off, and alarms sounded loudly through the warehouse.

you wasted no time, running in, already hearing footsteps running to the office.

looking everywhere, you broke open drawers and checked in cupboards around the office, but it was nowhere.

‘q334t9. q334t9. q334t9.” you kept repeating the name of the file in your head.

“hurry!” mingi grunted from outside, men began running down the hall at mingi, and the fighting began.

you frantically looked outside.

“shit.”

mingi was managing to hold off the men, and you took out your phone and informed hongjoong to bring the chopper.

then it hit you.

the desktop.

the file was electronic.

tears of worry welled up in your eyes.

mingi’s grunts and the gunshots distracted you, your head whipping from the desktop to the door, panic surging through your veins.

“hurry!” mingi shouted. this would be impossible without more time, you would need time to hack into the system, which would take god knows how long.

you cursed under your breath, abandoning the desktop and running to the door.

“duck!” you yelled, and mingi complied. your leg came in contact with the guard he was battling, making him fall back.

“you can’t fight- go find the file!” mingi ordered, jumping back into action.

neither of you stilled, taking down as many guards away as you could.

“it’s digital!” you grunted the last word, taking a hit and stumbling back.

mingi caught you, and without a beat, literally threw you into the oncoming guards, knocking them down.

“ow.” you grumbled, getting back up. you fought off from where you were, but there were too many guards, it’d be hard to get them all down.

“mingi!” you yelled over your shoulder, “we have to lock ourselves into the room! there’s no other way!” you didn’t need to hear a confirmation from mingi, you knew he heard you when his gun fired.

you ducked quickly.

if mingi used his gun, the guards would definitely begin to shoot as well.

and they did.

a loud array of bullets firing off made you jump, hurriedly ducking down.

mingi could protect himself, he had a gun.

you did not.

trying your best to shield yourself, you ran to the office door, but, obviously, there was no avoiding the downfall of bullets.

the metal pierced your lower abdomen, exactly where your vest didn’t cover.

you let out a gasp, hand coming down immediately to clutch the wound.

looking down, blood was already seeping heavily through your hand.

mingi didn’t notice.

you took a heavy breath, grabbing a gun from mingi’s holster- again, and fired openly, hitting down the remaining group of guards easily.

both your breaths filled the silence.

you looked at mingi.

“you really like to take your time with things, don’t you?” you rolled your eyes, stumbling into the room, yanking mingi in with you.

“push the shelves in front of the door.” you ordered. your ears were ringing, hand soaked with blood, but mingi still didn’t see. instead, he did as he was told. putting down his bag, he let you take out whatever you needed, while he barricaded the door.

your blood coated the tech as you pulled it out, plugging it into the laptop.

it took less than two seconds for the desktop to unlock, and you began your search.

your mind was slowing down, hands dragging slightly, but you kept your eyes open.

“q334t9. q334t9. q334t9. q334t9.” you didn’t stop repeating the word.

more footsteps approached the door.

“shit.” mingi swore, looking at you, “are you almost done?”

“almost.” your voice was choked.

then mingi noticed the trail of blood on the floor, leading to you, and his eyes landed on your hand pressing against your abdomen.

“y/n, you’re bleeding.” he ran to your side, ignoring the banging against the door.

“great job, mingi. want a sticker?” your snide remark didn’t wave his state, worry filling him to the brim.

“leave it- we have to go. you’re going to die.” mingi tried to pull you off.

you two could hear the chopper flying over the roof, as well as the shelf shifting against the door.

“let me do this.” you were stern, eyes lighting up when you finally found the file.

“got it.” you plugged in your usb, downloading the data didn’t take very long, and you had the file in your usb ready.

mingi didn’t waste time in shooting the desktop, looking at you for a second, before you were crumbling to the floor.

“fuck.” mingi caught you by your arms, noticing how your eyes were barely open.

“oh.. oh no..” you groaned, mingi inhaled in panic. “mingi it- it really hurts.” your words were dragged and mumbled.

“i know- i know, okay? let’s go. just look- keep looking at me.” mingi ordered, grabbing his bag, and taking out a small explosive. he hauled you up, carrying your dead weight bridal style.

the shelf had shifted significantly, the arms of the men were beginning to push through.

mingi jogged over to the window, looking 19 stories down and taking a deep breath.

“mingi..” you slurred touching his cheek, mingi looked down at you.

“hey, hey ’m here.” he assured you, holding the hand on his cheek. “‘m here.” he muttered one more time, walking backwards.

the shelf broke down, men running in. mingi pulled the safety off the bomb with his teeth, throwing it behind him and running at the window.

your drowsy eyes widened, your grip on mingi tightening, as did his on you.

mingi’s arms shielded you as he broke through the glass, and as soon as you two were out of the window, the bomb went off, the shock pushing you two further from the building, and definitely eliminating everyone inside.

as best as he could, mingi shot a line gun, aiming perfectly onto the helicopter. hooking onto the bottom leg, he reeled you two in with the press of a button.

it didn’t take long, the two of you were in the chopper fast.

“go- go! she got shot, you have to go!” mingi yelled at the pilot, who complied quickly, flying as fast as the chopper could go.

“y/n, y/n? you there?” his hands cupped your face, and you weakly held onto his right wrist.

“‘m here- i-” you coughed, interrupting your own speech.

“good- good, you’re good. okay? you’ll be okay.” mingi didn't let go of you, looking back at the pilot.

“i don't feel right, mingi, i w- ‘m gonna take a nap.” you whispered, your grip loosening, eyes shutting more and more.

“no just- just stay awake, y/n.” tears welled up in his eyes, grabbing your hand.

“y/n!” mingi’s voice faded in your ears, your eyes shut and your head fell back against the floor, body going limp.

time stood still.

mingi’s tears fell, he didn’t let go of you. he held on.

4 remaining minutes of the trip.

3 minutes it took to land and get you into the compound on a stretcher.

2 minutes of running down the hall to the hospital wing.

1 minute of being yanked off of you by hongjoong.

and you were gone behind the swinging doors.

and then waiting.

the hour was a blur.

there were bits of nurses fixing his cuts and cleansing his wound.

and yunho helping him change into clean clothes.

hongjoong talking to him- but he heard only white noise.

why was he so upset? he barely knew you.

he knew nothing of your past, where you came from, who you were, who you loved.

he knew nothing of your future. who you could’ve been to him. what you two could have become.

he knew nothing.

and he wanted to know- so bad.

he wanted to see that.

a future.

with you.

the ringing in his ear stopped when the central doctor came out.

“y/n’s alive.”

it was muffled at first.

“what?” mingi stood up, speaking for the first time.

“y/n will be okay.” the doctor assured him.

and finally, the ringing stopped, and mingi saw it.

the hope for a future.

with you.

part 1 !

part 2 !

#atiny #hongjoong #mingi x reader #ateez x reader #hongjoong x reader #mingi #assassin au #song mingi #mingi au #mingi angst #kpop fanfic #lvrsmg

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tiredflowercrown · 7 months ago

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Bored so here's a draft I'm not sure I will finish anytime soon, also that's not the finished title I'm just to lazy to think of a good one

Uh oh angst

The Gaston twins needed to learn their place. No. The entire Shadow’s Keep needed to learn their place. All the bounties that got placed on the Shattered Hope were getting annoying.

He dodged another attempt to grab him from Junior. At least the Gastons were stupid and didn’t like to use weapons. Made his job easier.

“You need to move, Lil Sammy. You’re not our target.”

“And just let you kill a member of my crew? Fat chance. And don’t call me that!”

A swipe of one of his knives silenced them for now. Trois simply rolled his eyes, before taking out a hunting knife.

Well fuck. That means they need proof.

The tiniest spot of white hair caught his eye before it moved quickly out of sight. Away from the battle. Good. The twins didn’t need to see this. Junior was also looking in that direction, a smirk growing on his face.

“The little brats <i> are </i> on the ship. No need to bother with him anymore.”

Sammy threw himself at them with a renewed sense of rage. They couldn’t make it on the ship. He wouldn’t allow it. Over his dead body would they get his brothers. Never get his Sebastian and his Silas. The hits became more brutal than ever. Most had never truly seen him fight for his brothers.

Junior and Trois became littered with slashes and stabs that had gotten deflected to less important places. Yet Sammy was still losing ground. The twins sheer might pushing him closer and closer to the gangway. None of the other crew was really around, nobody stayed close on pay day unless they were forced to, leaving Sammy alone to defend himself. His desperation only grew the closer he got. His recklessness left him open for more wounds, yet Sammy was still calculating how much he could take before it really started hurting. Before he was too useless to help anyone. Too useless to do his job.

It wasn’t until he was directly in front of the gangway that Harry Badun in the crow’s nest spotted him. But what could he do? Sammy was the only other person near the ship other than Squeaky and Squirmy, Harry knew better than to bring them into this. He scrambled down as fast as he could to try and help, but deep inside he knew he would be too late, wouldn’t be enough help. The only better fighters on the Shattered Hope than Sammy were Harriet and Diego.

Sammy seemed to be losing and losing badly as the fight continued on, his wounds stacking up. Even with Harry jumping in and drawing some attention away from him. Everything seemed too late when Trois caught sight of Squeaky peeking out of the stairway. Junior managed to throw Sammy back. Trois delivered a crushing blow to Harry’s head sending him crumbling to the deck. Squeaky turned and ran, no doubt going to attempt to lose them in the maze of the ship. Sammy refused to let it get that far.

Picking himself off the ground, Sammy ran after them, exhaustion and pain dragging him down. Nothing he wasn’t already used to.

#im now going to bed #gn #also inputting this i realiz e d i fucked up the twins names #because sammy wouldnt call them that #oops.

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forever-rogue · 2 years ago

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Angst angst angst angst with Jake

"I have secrets you don't know about."

AN | Alright, here we go, first time with Jake. Enjoy some angst!

Pairing | Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Mild Spice

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

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You’d come to learn that Jake was a lot of things and probably even more that you didn’t know about. Despite all of that, you’d never expected that he would be the one to stand you up. You grew increasingly annoyed with each passing moment as you sat at the restaurant alone. It wasn’t even the fact that you were sitting there alone, clearly waiting for someone else. You could get over that embarrassment. It was the sheer audacity he had by not texting and not showing up.

You knew he kept odd hours and you weren’t even really sure what he was doing half the time, but you’d never really questioned it. He’d always treated you well and been kind and gentle with you. There was a part of your mind that wandered into dark territory and wondered if something had happened to him. But…no - if anything Jake would be able to handle himself. Maybe the bastard really had stood you up.

“Excuse me,” you flagged down one of the passing waiters. You were pretty sure she was the one that had thrown you multiple looks of pity, “can I get the check please? I’m done with waiting.”

“Oh,” she seemed nervous by the almost too sweet smile on your face, “o-of course. I’ll have it right up.”

You watched her go, letting your face fall back into a scowl as soon as she was out of sight. You grabbed a few bills from your purse to pay for the drinks you’d consumed while waiting for him. As soon as she came back you handed her the cash and told her to keep the change.

“If a dark haired man by the name of Jake happens to show up,” you sighed lightly, “tell him to go fuck himself.”

You didn’t even give her a chance to say anything as you walked the restaurant. Well, you couldn’t ever go back to that restaurant.

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Once you got back to your apartment, you paced around for some time, waiting for him to show up or call. He could have at least texting you to let you know he wasn’t going to make it. But of course he didn’t. After some internal debating, you grabbed your phone and decided to just call him. What was the worst that would happen? He’d ignore your call and send it to voicemail; it couldn’t really get worse than being stood up.

When you dialed his number, you waited with baited breath, wondering if Jake was going to answer. Of course he didn't. It rang and rang before getting kicked over to voicemail. You decided not to leave a message. Not yet anyway. You called him several more times, hanging on to the vain hope that he would answer. After trying for some time, you finally left him a voicemail just asking what happened and if he was okay. Just to cover all of your bases, you texted him as well.

He wouldn't completely ignore you, would he? You were supposed to be his girlfriend…how could he just leave you like that? You wiped away the tears that had pearled down your cheeks, a mixture of anger and sadness.

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A week passed since you heard from him. Then two weeks. Before you knew it, three weeks had come and gone. You’d gone through various different stages of emotions, almost as though you were grieving someone. You supposed in a way you were; the worst part was that he seemed to disappear without a trace or without any regard for you.

That didn’t stop you from trying to call him to see if he would answer. It always rang before it went to voicemail so you knew he - or someone - was keeping his phone charged. After a while you knew it was time to give up and move, to accept the fact that he wasn’t going to come back.

“Fuck me,” you sighed heavily as you stared at your bedroom ceiling, trying to make a pattern out of all the little imperfections to keep your mind occupied. Sleep hadn’t come easy lately; you spent most nights tossing and turning and the slumber you did get was restless and filled with dreams that left you haunted for hours afterwards. As your eyes finally started to feel heavy and you thought you might get some respite, a sharp knock came at your door.

Your breath caught in your throat as you waited to see if it would come again. Maybe it was Mrs. Castillo from next door looking to borrow something. It wasn’t that late so it wouldn’t be totally odd for her to stop by. But when you didn’t hear the knock again, you almost jumped out of bed in annoyance as you ran to the door. Whoever interrupted the sweet sleep you almost reached was going to explain themselves.

When you looked through the peephole you didn’t see anyone…strange. Not that much time had passed between the initial knock and you running to the door. Tentatively opening the door, you poked your head out and looked around. Nothing.

Nothing that was until you saw a flash of darkness out of the corner of your eye in the direction of the stairwell. You weren’t sure what on earth possessed you to run out the door and down the hall to see who or what it was. Every rational part of you was screaming to go back inside and lock the door. But then again, you weren’t always the most rational person.

“Hello?” you were quick on your feet and got to the stairwell just in time to see someone started to descend the stairs. It was then that you realized it was definitely a person - a man. And if you weren’t totally out of your right mind, you could have sworn it was, “Jake?”

He paused, stopping dead in his tracks and almost slipped off the stair. It was a just moment - one that felt like eternity - before he turned to look at you. It was him. It was that same stupid bastard that had left you high and dry and then ignored for over three weeks. His expression was hard to read, giving away absolutely nothing.

“What are you doing here?” you spat, folding your arms over your chest as you glared at him, “coming to remind of just how little I mean to you apparently?”

“Baby-”

“Don’t you dare baby me, Jake Lockley!” you were somewhere between deciding whether to yell at him in anger, or cry and make sure he was okay. The hold he had over you was palpable, “I spent weeks trying to get a hold of you after you stood me up! The least…the very least thing you could have done was tell me you don’t want to be with me or tell me you’re okay. Despite everything, I still want to make sure you’re okay. But I see you’re just fine while I’ve been struggling.”

“I came to apologize,” he sighed heavily, a habit you’d come to know as distinctly his, “I wasn’t sure if you were home when you didn’t answer the door…”

“You could have called, you know. Or texted,” you narrowed your eyes at him, wishing you could be stronger, but knowing you weren’t, “and you barely waited at the door. You knocked and then left pretty quickly. Are you sure you really wanted to see me?”

“Look, I know…” he scrubbed a hand over his tired face before holding his hands up in defeat, “can we talk?”

“Oh, now you want to talk,” you scoffed, “talk then.”

“Inside.”

“Fine,” you agreed after a few moments of hesitation before motioning for him to follow you, “come on then, asshole.”

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You found yourself sitting across from Jake at the same kitchen table, a cup of coffee clutched in your hands. He’d been quiet, almost too quiet, as he followed you around like a lost puppy. You took a long sip from your mug, letting the bitter liquid coat your mouth before swallowing. You hadn’t even bothered to put any cream or sugar in it tonight, finding yourself uncaring.

“Go on,” you said after a bit of silence, “talk.”

“Look, baby, there’s…I have secrets you don’t know about,” he started as you immediately went on high alert. Oh no. Did he have a family - maybe a wife and children you didn’t know about? Maybe he was some sort of criminal…maybe he was…not the man you’d always thought he was, “it’s nothing like that.”

“You don’t know what I was thinking!”

“Yes, I do,” he insisted, a little smirk tugging on his features, “I know how to read you well enough.”

“You’re so damn annoying sometimes, you know that?”

“Listen, I didn’t mean to stand you up at that restaurant,” he sighed heavily, “I got there but I was way late and you’d been gone by then. And then you keep calling and texting and I felt like the biggest asshole in the world.”

“Well, maybe you are,” you sighed, regretting the words as soon as you saw him flinch slightly.

“After I was late and I got all those messages, I figured it was better to stay away. Better to cut things off now, even if you hated me. You’d be able to move on and find someone else,” he ran a hand through his dark curls and you watched him with curious eyes, “that way you would have been safe.”

“Safe?” you repeated as he nodded, looking anywhere but your eyes, “what do you mean safe? I’m not…scared of you.”

“I know,” his long, slender fingers drummed against the table top as he contemplated what to say, “I wish you were. I wish you did hate me.”

“I don’t think I could ever hate you,” once the confession was out, your whole face flushed with warmth, “even though I was angry, the most important thing to me was that you were safe. I wish you knew that you could tell me anything.”

“I’m afraid that if I told you everything that you would actually hate me,” he caught your eye and shrugged, “or that you would think I was lying. It’d be easier if we both walk away, you know.”

“Just because something isn’t easy doesn’t mean we should just walk away,” despite your best efforts you reached across the table and gave his hand a gentle squeeze, “I don’t think you’d lie to me, you’ve never given me a reason to. I…I love you, you absolute fool. So why don’t you try me? Let me decide for myself how I feel.”

“Fuck,” he sighed under his breath as you laughed lightly, “once you know, there’s no going back.”

“Try me,” you stood up, slowly making your way to his side of the table, before stopping in front of him, “I never assumed you were perfect and it would take a lot to make me feel differently about you. I am, however, still salty about how you just disappeared. That you will need to make up to me.”

His hands found purchase on your waist as he effortlessly pulled you into his lap, causing you to gasp in surprise. Once you were settled, he tenderly took your face in his hands, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “you’re so fucking pretty.”

“Are you trying to flatter me so I’ll let you fuck me?” you turned your head so you could press a kiss to his palm; you heard his breath hitch when you did so.

“No,” he promised, “it’s just a fact.”

“Ugh,” you teased, “you’re a real casanova, huh?”

“Only for you,” he insisted with a small smirk, “you gonna let me kiss you?”

“That depends - do you want to kiss me or are you trying to make up for being a dick?”

“Both, but mostly because I want to. Missed that pretty, smart mouth of yours.”

“Kiss me then,” he didn’t hesitate as he crashed his lips onto yours, pulling you as close to his body as possible. It was messy, a hungry and needy kiss that both of you refused to break. You had missed this - had missed him despite how mad he made you. When he moved from your lips to your jaw and down your neck, you couldn’t hold back the small moan that escaped your mouth, “there’s my girl.”

“Jake, you still - ahh, fuck,” you found it hard to concentrate as dragged his lips across your collarbones and shoulders, leaving warm, wanton kisses in his wake, “you’re not getting out of anything. I still want answers.”

“You’ll get them,” he promised as his hand flitted up your shirt to squeeze at your breast, “I swear. Fuck, just need you first. Missed you so much.”

“Me too,” you were already breathless and flushed, burning with desire for him. You needed him all over you, you wanted to feel his skin on yours, “fuck me already, Jake. Please.”

“Whatever you want, pretty girl,” he rasped against your shoulder, “I love you too, you know.”

“I know, Jake. I know.”

#jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x fem!reader #jake lockley x you #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x you #oscar isaac x reader #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector

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dreamrecorder · 4 years ago

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The words we keep

Soulmate au - first words tattoed on the wrist

Mentions of suicide in Zhongli; angst and brief violence for Childe

Oh you're here- I mean! I'm sorry I didn't mean to take your spot!

The bard had guessed that he'd meet his soulmate either in Angel's Share, in Windrise, or at the hands of his statue in Mondstadt. But the latter two were more unlikely. But he doesn't mind sharing his space with you really. In fact, Venti would be more than willing to let you in his space. But lo and behold! He didn't think he'd meet you at the hands of his statue!

Nights prior, you always heard a voice singing songs of various emotions. The voice eventually led you to Barbatos's statue. When you looked up, you saw the bard in green. His voice was very calming and pleasant to hear, so you always visited the statue at night. Until recently, your curiosity grew. Why does the bard always stay there at night?

Seeing your relaxed form on his statue, hair swaying in the wind. Venti just went soft. "Quite the lovely view isn't it?"

He didn't mean to surprise but you still did become surprised. He found it endearing. "Oh you're here- I mean! I'm sorry I didn't mean to take your spot!"

Ah- you scared them. Please don't do that.

Now who did he scare and what did he do to warrant his soulmate's first words to him? Diluc has always been aware that he can be intimidating and usually he doesn't mind that. But for you- he does give half a mind.

There was a new winemaker that Connor had hired and Diluc has yet to meet them. Connor had even commented that their methods were a bit unusual. But if it's enough to get the former's approval, then Diluc will see to this newcomer.

Diluc met you during the night, just at the edges of the Stone Gate that signifies the border between Mondtsadt and Liyue. The man was simply patrolling around the area for any hidden dangers. That's when he saw you, kneeling on the ground with a group of slimes surrounding you. Seeing your plight, Diliuc quickly ran and summoned his greatsword. With a few swipes imbued with pyro, the slimes hastily retreated. He was about to chase them off, but he was more concerned of your safety.

Diluc was about to speak when you cut him off as you stood up, dusting your clothes. "Ah- you scared them. Please don't do that."

Diluc was dumbstruck for a second. He did not expect to meet his soulmate right here right now. Seeing his stupefied look, you raised a brow. "Are… you alright, Sir Diluc?"

"Those slimes were about to attack you." Diluc pointed out. His reply made you chuckle a bit and shake your head to the sides. Did he say anything funny?

"No they were not. I was trying to befriend them so that I could use their slime concentrations for the winery."

Now Diluc was even more confused. Slime? For tbe winery? "Wait- you're the new-"

"Winemaker. And your soulmate if you're not yet aware. Come on, let's go look for those slimes! We can talk on the way about our… professional and not-so professional side of our relationship." And with that, you trailed to the path of the slimes with a smile on your face. As for the wine tycoon, he was still confused- like a lost puppy, but there was this gentle smile that landed on his lips as he followed you.

Yes, I am suffering and in need of a Pyro Vision. Soulmate or not, if you don't have a Pyro Vision- shoo.

The text tattooed on Kaeya's wrist always left him laughing. He just knows, that this was meant to be a comical moment. He can even imagine the moment he meets his soulmate just from these words alone. But of course, he does worry about your well-being. Kaeya had his guesses. Maybe he would meet you in Dragonspine or maybe- you were an unprepared tourist enduring the permafrost of Snezhnaya and he'd meet you there. Well- in the end, he's still amused at your winterish pain.

Sure enough, Kaeya was tasked to scout Dragonspine for any Fatui activity. He could feel it under his skin that he'll meet you any second now. As he traversed through the mountain path, he noticed a group of warming seelies hovering over… someone? And that someone is shivering immensely. The captain grinned.

You heard footsteps approaching but you stayed in your crouched position, determined to preserve your body temperature. The seelies were helping, sure, but they were not enough to counter the coldness your Cryo Vision emanates. Damn it. Just because you're a cryo user doesn't mean you're immune to sheer cold.

The footsteps stopped and you snorted at the words the stranger spoke, "Could this possibly be my soulmate suffering in the cold and in need of a Pyro Vision?"

You huffed, you didn't want to meet your soulmate in this kind of situation. But it happened anyway, much to your dismay. Still crouched, you managed to turn to face the man as seelies continued hovering around.

"Yes, I am suffering and in need of a Pyro Vision. Soulmate or not, if you don't have a Pyro Vision- shoo."

Now actually hearing it from you made Kaeya laugh hard. If he was already amused just from the ink on his wrist before, Kaeya's now even more so deeply amused. You muttered sadist on his way. Deciding he's had enough a good laugh for today, the captain gave you his fur coat and a warming bottle. "Come on, let's get you some place warm, yes?"

You're not the only one! I actually did one for you, too!

When his mind is not occupied by hus studies, it would often drift ink embedded on his wrist. Everytime Albedo does so, he would often wonder what did the two of make for each other that would lead to you eventual meeting.

The Windblume Festival arrived, and of course, so will tourists from other lands. Usually, Albedo would simply pay no heed to the ongoing festivities and their participants. But this time- things were different. You unknowingly caught the alchemist's eye. There was this sudden itch in his hands- and Albedo knew he had to sketch you form. However, before he could even approach you- you left to another direction.

He caught sight of you again the next day. You were reading a book on a bench, with the plaza fountain giving you a beautiful background for Albedo. Discreetly, the alchemist sat on a bench front of yours and began sketching. Unbeknownst by him, you were also entranced by his form and you, too, began sketching.

Albedo was first to finish- and like usual, he would give the sketch to the person he drew of even if they were strangers. As he walked, there was this certain nervousness that found way in his stomach. This never happened before. Why was he nervous?

Once close enough, Albedo cleared his throat and handed you his sketch, "I know this seems suspicious, but I want you to have this. You have a wonderful form."

You'd be lying if you said your heart did not stop a beat at his words. When you saw the paper he was offering you, you gasped at how he caught every detail of you. Bashful, you tore the page you were drawing on from sketchbook and gave it to him.

"You're not the only one! I actually did one for you, too!"

When your words reached his ears, Archons bless you as he gave you a genuine and joyful smile.

Please... don't touch my heart that wants to disappear.

When Zhongli fully embraced his mortal form, he didn't expect the universe to gift him a soulmate. Like a snake, ink slithered into words that gave his heart a certain sadness. Zhongli knew, you were suffering somewhere... Out there...

He saw you first at the highest peak of Guyun Stone Forest. Everything happened so quickly. One second he was watching your distant form from the beaches below then the next he knew- his heart dropped, the same way you willingly fell to the hands of death that waited in the sea. The archon did what he knew is right- and that is saving you.

To Zhongli, immoratlity can both be a blessing and a curse. When your skins touched, he knew you were of immortality. He could sense it. And he could also sense the tiredness that nest in your soul from the burden of immortality.

Once Zhongli landed on safe ground, that's when he spoke. "I won't ask why, however is this truly what you want?"

The way his words reflected the ink written on your wrist made you open your eyes wide. When the realization sank in- that this man is your soulmate, you began crying. You were tired of life- but this man- this man is now your lock away from your want for death. If you stayed with him- another cycle of seeing the people you love come and go.

"Please..." you begged, "don't touch my heart that wants to disappear..."

Your voice was sad and pleading- but Zhongli was a stubborn man, just like his element. He wanted to help you but not by giving your death. He wanted you to see life in a new light, hopefully with him by your side.

Excuse me... Here- for you. Qingxin.

Xiao was always resolute in his resolve that he has no need of a soulmate deemed by the universe. However, there are times that he would let his mind flutter around the concept. Specifically, around the words elegantly written on his wrist and his soulmate. Xiao would question why would you give him qingxin flowers in the first place. Other than that, there was also this underlying worry in his thoughts about you and the qingxin flowers. These flowers... they can only be gathered on high stone peaks. What if you slipped and fall?

This leads Xiao to have days where he just spends his time at the peaks of Jueyun Karst, looking out for any foolish person scale mountains just for qingxin. It's not because he's worried about you no- Xiao just doesn't want anyone die under his protection over Liyue. There has already been too much deat-

"Excuse me..."

At the voice, Xiao's head whipped to your direction with eyes wide in surprise.

"Here- for you. Qingxin."

There was this bored look in your face, but Xiao could see the worry in your eyes. Worry? Were you worried about him? Xiao frowned at the thought but still took the flowers from your outstretched hand.

"Foolish mortal... you could have gotten yourself hurt. Climbing peaks just for qingxin..."

... But still a small smile graced his lips and your heart melted.

"Thank you."

You're the only person I recognize whose eyes resemble the deep blue ocean.

The words tattooed on his wrist always left Childe questioning about his soulmate and what led them saying these words. Somehow- imagining the possible scenarios always makes him melt. This string of words- it never fails him to bring a sense of comfort in his heart. Childe learns of yoir existance during a mission.

The mission was to assasinate a captain of the Knights- you. He observed you for days and took note how you're silent and alone for the most part but kind to the people who approach you- he almost feels bad for having to kill you. The day came when he had to kill you. It was supposed to be a quick kill- but he should know better. You were a captain for a reason, so you fought back. However, in the end, Childe was stronger as he wrap his hands around your fragile neck. Another second, he'd have you dead- until a child's voice cut through- your little brother. The way your eyes watered up at the sight of your only family. Seeing the hurt in your eyes, Childe's thoughts went overdrive- No- nonononono way I'm killing in front of a kid- He simply can't- he was reminded of his little brother, too. With a wavering will to disobey orders, Childe let you go and retreated to the night,

"Don't think this is the last time you'll see me."

Like a shattering glass- the words he uttered made your heart shatter like glass...

Childe saw you again, this time in Liyue. When your gazes meet- there was a shock that passed through with tension suddenly gripping your necks. Childe swore he hid much of his identity physically that night- but he knew you recognized him. He managed to corner you in Yuehai Pavillion by swooping into an empty seat right in front of you. There was a tense moment and an oppresive air. He noticed how your hands were ready to grab your weapon. "How did you recognize me?"

You carefully thought of your words. And when you did reply, Childe have never felt so much despair until today. "You're the only person I recognize whose eyes resemble the deep blue ocean."

Back before he knew you- these words always comforted Childe- but now? Childe felt chills in his spine as despair clouded his mind. Why would the universe decide to have person he was supposed to kill his soulmate.

Similarly, his heart also shattered.

A/N: Look!!! I got meself some banners ksks---- this is all Childe's fault rawr

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oilivia · 4 years ago

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“Friends? I don’t think so. Friends don’t know the way you taste”- w/ Deku & Tamaki

request: It says requests are open and I have a soft sport for deku and amajiki. Idk if the prompt list is exclusively for Haikyuu but I really like number 23 🥺👉👈

a/n: thank you for the request! it was a lot of fun to write and i hope you enjoy it! all characters are aged up, you can find the tws separately for each drabble. smut after the cut. no beta, so let me know any mistakes you find!

Pairings: Deku x fem reader w/ dubcon (alcohol) & oral (f receiving); Tamaki x fem reader w/ oral (f and m receiving), slight body worship

Wording: 1.2k

if you want to request drabbles, i have a list of prompts here.

Deku

tw: dubcon (due to alcohol), fingering, oral (f receiving)

It all happened so suddenly. One moment you were celebrating your best friend’s birthday at his favorite bar and the next thing you knew, you were wrapped in his strong arms while he pounded relentlessly into your sloppy cunt.

You wanted to blame the alcohol, you really did. But was it alcohol that made you daydream about Midoriya pressing you against the wall of his office, his throbbing cock splitting you open, whenever you’d go ask him to sign some documents? Was alcohol to blame for the way a wet spot grew on your panties whenever he’d get close, his palm on your back or his fingers brushing against your thigh?

You’d say you didn’t plan for anything to happen. Not when you wore your lacy underwear, not when you put on your sheer stockings and neither when you chose that dress you knew he complimented last time. And you definitely didn’t imagine the way your plush lips would look wrapped around his cock when you put on your favorite lipstick.

Deku offered to take you home - a gentleman, as always. He didn’t want anything to happen to you, not on his birthday. You asked him to stay over, what was the point of going home at this hour when you had an empty couch? You sat next to him on that same couch, just to chat a bit while you drank some water, you said. The way your eyes lingered on his mouth whenever he talked, the way your chest heaved as you watched him take off his shirt (he wouldn’t sleep in his best shirt now, would he?), the way your fingers were absentmindedly playing with the hem of your dress - you wanted him, he could tell.

You moaned the moment his lips crashed with yours, leaning into his every touch. You tasted just like that cherry chapstick you put on when you left the bar, so sweet and delicious. And a hint of alcohol, but that didn’t matter. The faint smell of cigarette smoke mixed with expensive perfume filled his lungs when he moved to kiss the column of your neck. You were intoxicating. He loved how sensitive your body was, how you responded to his each and every touch like it was made for him.

You knew pro-hero Deku was much more confident when he was drunk, the alcohol serving to lower his inhibitions, but you still didn’t expect him to be this bold. You didn’t expect him to act on his impulses. To fuck you with his eyes the way he did, to let his hands roam your body.

His fingers easily found your lacy underwear, pulling it aside. You felt him smirk against your flustered skin when he felt just how drenched you were. He couldn’t wait, he wanted to see if your cunt tasted just as good as your lips did. Taking off your panties in one swift motion, he kneeled, his large palms spreading your cheeks as he buried his face in your slit. You whined, your body bending as his tongue slid along your folds, pressing at your entrance.

“Izu, I-” you tried speaking between the moans he kept pulling out of you “I hope we can still stay friends after this. I don’t want to ruin-”

“Friends? I don’t think so. Friends don’t know the way you taste. And you taste so damned good,” he answered, a glint in his eyes before he pushed a finger inside your cunt. His lips captured yours in a kiss - he wanted to show you just how intoxicating your taste was.

Tamaki

tw: oral (both f and m receiving), bit of body worship, creampie and a tiny bit of angst

You had known Tamaki ever since you were kids. He was sweet, kind, caring, you were sure he’d make the perfect boyfriend. But not for you. No, he was too good for you, you couldn’t do that to him. That’s what you told yourself.

Then why didn’t you stop him from kissing you when he nervously approached your slightly parted lips? Why did you kiss him back, tangling your tongue with his, exploring his mouth as your hands sank in his hair? You didn’t say no when he asked you if he could touch your breasts, lustful look in his eyes. You nodded, your hand wandering to the outline of his cock, greedy when you saw how it strained in his pants.

You let Tamaki explore your body, savoring the way his fingers and lips worshiped your naked skin as he carefully took off your clothes. You relished the look of admiration on his face, the way his skin was flustered and the soft moans that escaped him when you touched his sensitive body.

You smiled when you saw the deep blush that adorned his cheeks and rapidly spread to his chest and the tips of his ears when you kneeled in front of him, licking the precum that oozed from his tip. His cock twitched when it passed your lips and he covered his mouth with the back of his hand, half-lidded eyes following every bob of your head. He cried your name when he painted the inside of your mouth white and you swallowed. The way he moaned your name made your cunt tingle.

You let him spread your legs, watched the way he took in the look of your pretty pink cunt glistening with slick, the way he gulped, hungry for a taste. It felt good. Your toes curled when he buried his tongue between your folds and when he flicked the bundle of nerves with his tongue, making you grab your sheets - so close to bliss. His hands kneaded the flesh of your thighs, trying to keep you still as he lapped up your cunt.

You guided Tamaki’s cock inside your sopping walls that ached to be spread further. He was hard again, throbbing in your palm. You moaned, his girth hitting your sensitive spots with each thrust, hips meeting yours with soft pants. It didn’t take you long to cum again, this time his cum spraying the inside of your cunt.

After cleaning up, you laid on your stomach, enjoying the gentle way his hands massaged your back. You hummed in appreciation, letting him know how just good it all felt.

“W-What are we?” his slightly shaky voice broke the silence, prompting you to turn your head to face him.

“What do you mean, Tama? We’re friends,” you answered a bit too quickly for his liking.

“Friends? I don’t think so. Friends don’t know the way you taste,” he averts his eyes when he speaks, the blush returning to his face. You let yourself sink into the mattress, enjoying the comfort for a little while longer.

“I wouldn’t be good for you, Tama,” you let the words fall from your lips. You shouldn’t have let him kiss you. You shouldn’t have let him touch you. You shouldn’t have, but it felt so good, the way he cherished you, the way he worshiped your body.

You sighed, thinking of the mess you’d have to untangle in the morning.

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animatedrapture · 4 years ago

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"VORFREUDE."

Summary: Sakusa thinks of you as his vorfreude, his intense anticipation from imagining future pleasures. He swears it's not mere delusions.

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x F!Reader / slight Komori Motoya x Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Genre & Content Warnings: Slight angst. NSFW. Dark content. Yandere behavior. Porn with Plot. Incel/Bully!Sakusa. Virgin!Reader. Abuse. Non-con. Blackmail. Coercion. Misogyny. Slut-shaming. Slight manipulation and mindbreak. Fingering. Corruption. Defloration. Degradation. Vaginal penetration. Creampie.

Notes: Thank you soooo much to the lovely anon who commissioned this! Took a lot longer than it should've cause academics kept cutting in & joint with my anxiety. But yeah, thank you so much :') Thank you Faiwy for the final beta !! <3

If you're thinking about commissioning me, please refer to this post.

You’re a constant, Sakusa thinks.

For as long as he can remember, you’ve been following him and Komori like a lost puppy—whenever they were, you were sure to be there. He can’t think far back enough to remember when it started, but you were insignia of constancy, that was all Sakusa knew.

He listens intently while you talk to Komori from beside him, voice low and stumbling over your words every so often—he knows you're going out of your way to avoid saying something he could use to pull you apart with, piece by piece like a frail little toy.

"How did the test from yesterday go?" Komori questions you, right as your trio made it to the cafeteria.

Your easy-going smile falters at the mention of it. Sakusa already knows the answer. He shares that class with you, after all. He had the front row seat to see your face flushed with humiliation and how rigid your body grew when the professor told you Sakusa would be tutoring you.

Reminding him that out of everything about you, the way you wore your heart on your sleeve is something that insistently rubbed him the wrong way.

First, because he starts thinking about how easy you make it for people to take advantage of you; it makes his blood boil. Then, he starts thinking about every reaction he could get out of you, like how you'd look from beneath him as he used your body the way you wanted him to.

Because you do, don't you? Why else would you go out of your way to adjust to his habits? To carry around your personal sanitizer and wipes, always making sure the space you were in with them was clean.

Nothing else could explain how you strung along with them like loose thread.

It tugs at the heart beneath his ribcage—but whenever he sees you give all your attention to Komori, the betrayal sinks in, and he's reminded what kind of a woman you are.

A whore.

As you laughed nervously, taking a seat across from them, Sakusa wonders if you're having fun, wonders if for a moment you're riddled with guilt as you flirt with his cousin and him at the same time, in the same breath.

"N-no, it didn't turn out very well," you admit in between stutters, embarrassment creeping back in.

Komori frowns empathetically, "I could help you, you know—"

The sparkle in your eyes is quick to appear. God, you're so cunning. It makes Sakusa consider that maybe you failed the test on purpose, thinking this would happen—but that would be giving you more credit than due. You're just a dumb little girl.

"I'm already tutoring them," Sakusa interrupts, and he's unsure whether to be delighted or angered at the way your face falls sullen.

"O-oh right, but—but I'd love to get your help, Motoya-kun—"

The scoff Sakusa lets out is loud, loud enough to make you wince. "You're dumb enough as it is, you don't need distractions," his words come slicing like knife. You sink in your seat.

Komori laughs awkwardly, giving you a smile—sheepish and apologetic—he's so kind, he's always so kind.

Sometimes you wonder how they're actually cousins; until you're reminded that Sakusa hadn't always been this mean to you. He had always been cautious, but he wasn't ever mean like he was out to get you at every ragged edge.

Somehow, though, the closer you got to him—past his defenses and indifference towards you—the meaner he's gotten.

You were like a moth to a flame, not in the sense that you were attracted to its light, but more so like being punished with burn after burn the closer you got.

But your feelings for Komori begged you at every instance to swallow the humiliation down, at each of Sakusa’s degrading remarks.

You take out your packed bento, wiping at the table with wipes before placing it down, the cousins moving to do the same out of adapted habit, until you notice Komori digging in his bag, eyebrows furrowed like he's confused.

"Motoya-kun? What's wrong?"

He turns to you, scratching at the back of his head, "I think I forgot my sanitizer."

You're quick on your hands, offering him yours without missing a beat and Sakusa's reminded of why he even likes you at all.

You were persistent with being able to stick around them. He thought that was remarkable. That you'd never been freaked out by his habits, you respected his space—something he couldn't say with the people who pushed and disregarded his boundaries. That instead of forcing him to adjust to you, you went out of your way for him to be comfortable with you around.

And he's flattered, really. He doesn't have to wonder if he had a chance with you because surely, he does.

Since he's so nice—nicer than a whore like you deserves, he'll let you know your feelings are reciprocated, then he'll fuck you, because surely, that's what you want… Right?

Then maybe, when you're finally his girlfriend, he can start training you to stop being such a flirty slut, that you belong only to him and that you’re nothing but his property.

But for now, he can settle with the warmth in his chest as he notices all the ways you try to get his attention.

Being with Sakusa is hard, even with Komori around, it was nerve wracking. Conversations with him weren't any easier, if anything, they were more dreadful.

When you ask Sakusa about tutoring you, you do it over lunch just so you avoid having to walk up to him alone. His answer is curt when he tells you to come over tomorrow, and that he’ll pick you up from your place; because you can try all you want to outsmart him, but he’d always catch on.

Because Sakusa was smart, and you were just you.

After lunch, you feel nothing but the dread bubbling in the pit of your stomach—churning and thrashing—because no matter how hard you try to push it down, the fact is that you’re actually scared of him.

Scared of the nitpicking he'll scrutinize you with—the way you sat, the way you looked at him, the way you trembled in his presence alone. You start thinking of what to wear, because even something as little as that can put him off—always commenting about how short your skirt is, how you're showing too much skin, how you're probably doing it on purpose.

But it's nothing you're not used to anymore.

So you tug on your fear, push it into a corner, and you tell yourself that Sakusa is mean, and condescending, and harsh, but he wouldn’t hurt you. You pick yourself up from the corner of your mind, and you repeat in your head like a mantra. Sakusa wouldn’t hurt you.

The ring of the bell breaks you out of your reverie. It reminds you that the day has almost ended, and that it felt like a blink faster than it should’ve been. Still, you pull on your things, gathering them to leave the classroom slowly emptying out.

You make a small sound of surprise when your eyes dart over to the door, where Komori stood, an anxious smile on his lips. He looks like he's been waiting for you, making your heart hammer against your chest like it wants to leap out.

Face-flushed and giddy, you walk towards him.

“Hey, Motoya-kun. What’s up?” You smile, all sweet and bright-eyed. From the pit of Komori’s stomach, something flutters. You only ever look like this when your eyes are on him; he thinks he wants to keep it to himself.

He brings a hand up to his hair, lightly scratching at the back of his head with a nervous smile, and it’s awkward in an adorable sort of way. He’s walking beside you along the corridor, it’s slow and the bit of silence between you is calm.

“Ah, well…” He starts, gaze flickering to the floor and back to you indecisively, “I was wondering if I could ask you to the newly opened café tomorrow. A-after you study with Sakusa-kun, of course,” He stutters a bit, offering you a boyish grin.

It so nearly pulls a squeak out of you, surprised in the most love struck sort of way. Your heart beats out of your chest unlike the way Sakusa makes you feel.

Your heart hammers out of fear of him—but with Komori, it's nothing but pleasant and warm and intoxicating.

Your smile is instantaneous; it comforts Komori as your lips part.

"I'd love to," you answer him softly, though an octave higher.

Sakusa finds you both like this, shyly smiling at each other like lovesick doves. There's nothing pure about you, you shouldn't be smiling that way. Especially not at the face of his cousin.

"Oi," he calls out, even through the face mask, his annoyance seeps into your skin and makes you feel small.

The blood that had rushed to your cheeks dries you pale at the glare he gives you.

"Coach is looking for you, Komori," he follows, yet never taking his eyes off of you.

"Right. I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N!"

Sakusa takes another step closer to you the moment Komori's out of sight. Your grip on your bag tightening, instinctively taking a step backwards.

The action alone makes him practically sneer with you cowering in response.

"Disgusting," he mutters, brimming with venom. "There's nothing I hate more than girls who throw themselves at any guy they see."

Maybe it's the sheer malice in his voice, or the way your eyes catch how his hand moves up—but you flinch, like expecting a hit to come across your cheek.

The pain never comes and when your eyelids flutter open, you're met with hard eyes the color of obsidian yet gleaming with a newfound resolve despite his furrowed eyebrows that suggested hitting you was far from the origin of his intentions.

Without a word, Sakusa walks away from you with his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket.

You let your body slump against the wall. His eyes burn in the back of your head, almost like they’re warning you.

Right before you head to bed, your phone chimes once, then twice and it’s bittersweet. One from Komori, telling you he’s excited to see you tomorrow, and one from Sakusa—not beating around the bush, it says nothing but ‘9 AM.’

It’s firm and unyielding. Even as your head hits the pillow, forcing your eyes shut, sleep doesn’t come easy—not even at the thought of seeing Komori on a date.

It’s not the sunlight peeking in between your curtains that wake you, nor the sound of birds chirping outside your window. Instead, it’s the ache in your body acting like a bad omen. Nevertheless, you drag your body out of bed.

Your stomach churns but you get ready for the day.

You think the next hour couldn’t come any quicker, because you’re fidgeting on the balls of your feet and somehow, there’s goosebumps rising against your bare skin.

Your phone blinks back at you with a minute before nine o’clock but you already hear the knock on your door. Your breathing halts even as you move hurriedly to open it—and even when the air hits you as you find Sakusa on your doorstep.

You feel his eyes wander, from the very top of your head, down to your feet, and he mutters, “You look nice today.”

The blush that creeps on your cheeks is only natural. Compliments in any form that came from Sakusa were hard to come by—only because they were compliments in the most genuine, honest of ways.

Sakusa is mean, and if you were more honest with yourself, he’s a bully. But Sakusa, mean or not, is still Komori’s cousin; so you give him a smile, palms going clammy.

“Thank you, Sakusa-kun…” You trail off, hesitating on your next words, “You look nice today, too.”

And he does. The dark color of his clothes complimented his pale skin and dark, curly hair, and despite being covered by the mask, his pristine beauty seems to gleam through. Even seemingly unfazed, his gaze on you softens by a fraction.

As abrupt as it appeared, he’s already turning away, “Hurry up,” he quips, but his voice is softer because you look nice today were words that confessed his truest feelings—the ones that reminded him he’s so in love with you and that you’re the cause of warmth in chest.

Even when you strut around trying to get Komori to like you, Sakusa doesn’t attempt to deny the feelings he harbored, because you look nice today, too should mean something, shouldn’t it?

You know you’re dressed up for your date with Komori, but Sakusa doesn’t know that; so in that moment, he appreciates you. For once, there isn't one insult that lingers in his tongue or even in his head as he walks slowly.

Sakusa is nice today, you note as he keys the lock to his place. He had awkwardly placed his hand on the small of your back on the short walk it took from your place to his, guiding you along the sidewalk.

You've only been to his place once or twice, both times were with Komori, so you weren't familiar with the directions. The walk was silent, and in his silence, you found a reason to relax—just enough to make you think that this might go well.

Despite all awkwardness, Sakusa is forward. Seeing you sat on his couch so comfortably, the skirt of your dress riding up slightly, does nothing to hold back his urge to keep his hands on you.

It's a good thing he doesn't have to keep his hands to himself now, right? Since you like him so much, you'd let him fuck you now… Right?

Sakusa's movements are sly, that's why you don't question how he walks closer towards you, sitting so, so close to you—that's why you choke on the lump in your throat when his hand shoots out to grab you by the wrist, pulls you in, then presses his lips on yours.

The second that passes is only because you couldn't wrap your head around Sakusa—lips pressed against yours and body so close.

But the next second, you're pushing him off roughly enough to stop him and he's looking at you confused.

"Sakusa-kun, I think you misunderstood—I like, I like Motoya-kun, I didn't mean to—this is—" you're trampling over your words, looking at him with panicked eyes.

Sakusa mutes out the sound of your voice, all he can hear is the beating in his chest and the ache of it—the sound of his heart dropping to his stomach. He should’ve known.

All the softness in his eyes are gone. His hand, still wrapped around your wrist, gripping tighter and tighter; your heart skipping obnoxiously against your chest. Something about the way he's looking at you now petrifies you.

His silence feels deadlier than his destructive words, deadlier when you wince at his grip, whimpering, "Sakusa, you're hurting me—please," and still, he doesn't let up.

Not when he's roughly tugging you from the couch, taking your arm with a bruising grip, then he's hauling you somewhere. You thrash, panicked pleas calling out to him and apologies he doesn't deserve but you offer him anyway. All your protests are rewarded when he halts, turning to you without a hint of remorse, pushing you to the floor—his foot comes to your side, kicking you with a force that knocks the breath out of your lungs.

Bile is rising up your throat, coughing and arms shooting to your stomach to protect yourself. Scared feels too small of a word to describe the feeling that looms over you as he takes your arm again, dragging your curled up body.

Sakusa shoves you inside a room, even as you flail around and beg for help, his face remains impassive; whatever force you’re putting in the way you try to break free from his hold is futile. Of course he’s stronger. Of course, but you can’t possibly accept this, can you?

You made Sakusa yearn—disgustingly grapple on his feelings so needlessly, and nothing, he thinks, could be more unforgivable.

So he secures you on the bed, bound and within his claws, for you to take responsibility for the yearning you've planted inside of him.

"S-Sakusa, please," your begging sounds like a whimper. "I-I won't tell anyone! N-not even Motoya-ku—!"

You hear ringing in your ears before feeling the sting across your cheek. From inside your mouth, you can taste metal.

"You won't tell anyone either way," he mutters apathetically, like the idea of you telling anyone isn't a threat, "No one would believe you…"

He pauses, gaze on you hardening for a second, "You don't want Komori finding out you only got close to him because you wanted me, right?"

The sound of disbelief that escapes you is small, even the wide-eyed betrayal that flashes in your eyes does nothing to make him even pity you.

"You–I, I didn't—"

At your stuttering, Sakusa clicks his tongue, "You're such a dumb girl you don't even know what you want."

"That's not true, Sakusa—"

He glares down on you. The bed dips, bracketing your body between his knees, hovering over you, then leaning forward. His hands move slowly as if caressing you before grabbing your hair with a stinging tug.

The fear pooling your eyes only makes him even angrier.

"I hate that face," he grits out, "Always looking at me all scared, then you look at Komori like a shy innocent bitch, it pisses me off."

Pretty as you are, he lands another hit across your cheek—hard enough that you can feel a cut on your cheek trickling down with blood, the side of your ear going deaf. You’re not sure anymore if it was a slap or a punch—all that you know is that it hurts. Your vision is blurred when you open your eyes, but even through them, the insanely expressionless eyes of Sakusa are clear.

It dawns on Sakusa that you wouldn’t date him. Of course you wouldn’t. Sluts like you go for guys like Komori—so he’d just have to take you by force, make you date him by force, make you love him by force.

Besides, you look prettier forced, he observes. Your face tear-stained and bloody makes his cock throb in his pants. With your body weak underneath him, so helpless that it disgusts him and fuels him with desire all at once.

Something about your weakness, the innocence that spills from you contradicting his firm idea that you’re a dirty whore makes him livid. He pictures you painted with bruises and cuts, the image sending a shiver down his spine. Clenched fists pull back, only to land on your sides, on the same places he kicked you.

What makes you feel sick at the stomach more than the abuse he inflicts on you is the way Sakusa’s movements lack hesitation as his hands travel to your bare thighs.

"W-what are you doing?”

It's disgusting. Women like you are disgusting. You lead him on just so you can take advantage of his feelings like this—that even if he knew better, he'd still soften up for you.

It's you who lured him into this, he almost sneers at the thought. You were truly vile, and yet he loves you all the same—wants you all to himself all the same.

"Omi?' You breathe, frightened. The nickname falls affectionately, though, putting all your hope into it, wishing it would tug on his heart enough for him to let you go.

“Let’s talk about this, Omi? Please?” You cry, searching for his eyes—the ones trained on your thighs as he glides his hands against them, your dress bunched up to your hips revealing your baby pink panties. Your sobs only grow louder as he goes further up, going on as if he’s in a trance where he can’t hear you groveling at him to stop.

Strong, calloused hands stop at the band of your panties, fingers hooking, and only then does he look back up at you. Dark eyes drown you as he tugs them down torturously slow, exposing you to him in your most vulnerable state.

The same second you attempt to force your legs shut, comes a biting pain on the inside of your thighs, instantly blooming his handprint at the force. Your mouth opens to wail at the pain, but it’s the same wail that Sakusa swallows as he brings his lips to yours with a kiss so treacherously passionate.

Sakusa pulls away quickly though, eyeing your bare cunt, he brings his fingers to your slit, experimentally rubbing up and down and your response is immediate, somehow. Your slick gathers on his fingers, body squirming from beneath him.

“K-Kiyoomi, it feels weird—stop, please,” yet your hips buck into his fingers as he prods at your tight hole, “Don’t—Not there—N-no one has touched—”

He lifts an eyebrow, “You’re a virgin?” His question sounding more of a comment, because the hesitant nod you give him is almost needless when you hiss at the intrusion of his digit pushing inside of you; your walls clamping down on it, body tensing, he brings a thumb to your clit, circling with enough pressure to make it feel good.

And it’s wrong. So wrong, but it feels good because you’re moaning against your will, whimpering at the curl of his finger and at the additional finger he’s slowly sinking into you.

The stretch is uncomfortable and foreign. Nothing is in Sakusa’s mind but at the thought of you absolutely untouched, absolutely all for him to ruin. Your body instinctively leaning to his, submitting to his ministrations—fingers scissoring and pushing in and out of your pussy, the sound of your slick echoing in your ears as if to taunt you, but your legs are trembling, your gasps are broken and there’s a pressure in your pelvis about to snap.

“You’re so filthy,” he mutters, but he looks at you like you’re the farthest thing from filthy, and his comment is exactly what makes you break, eyes rolling to the back of your skull and cunt creaming around his fingers pathetically.

You feel so dirty, especially at the sound of your slick as he pulls his fingers out and shoves them inside your mouth—the taste of you tainting your tongue. Shaking your head profusely, you beg him with your eyes, “No more—please, I don’t want this.” you weep, muffled.

“Suck,” he commands, but your defiance is clear before you even shake your head, so he pushes his fingers down further, choking you until you gag and find it hard to breathe.

“Suck,” he repeats, and you relent.

Watching you suck messily on his fingers, drool and tears disheveling you, dried blood sticking to your skin, he frees his twitching cock out of its constraints.

Though hazy, your eyes catch it, the thickness of his cock—hard and flushed at the tip—your hands tugging at your restraints feebly making you panic and choke on his fingers, nearly biting down on them.

He’s quick to pull them out, glaring down at you with dark eyes, jaw ticking as his hands curl into fists; knowing what’s to come doesn’t prepare you any more at the excruciating pain of his abuse, even more so at his length pressing against your wet folds—cockhead nudging your puffy clit and making your cunt drool on him.

Both hands dig into the flesh of your thighs, pressing them to your chest. The pain on your face numbs at the sensation of him prodding on your entrance, ripping you apart and increasing the pain—your head throbs as he stretches your cunt with his fat cock, barely giving you time to adjust as he starts to move slowly despite your tense walls barely allowing him.

He curses as he ruts into you, bathing in your cries and moans, violating and invading the entirety of you. The pleasure of feeling you and having you just like this seeps into his bones, turning his languid thrusts more desperate.

“You make desperation look so pretty,” he groans, “You’re making such a mess, you like being forced like this?”

He insults you, but you’re everything he always wanted and more—the taste of your skin as he sucks marks onto your neck as if you were his to own, the clenching and humiliating sound of your cunt squelching as he pounds into you and grunts against your skin. His cock throbs inside you and drags along your velvety walls deliciously; all you can think is that you hate this.

Pressure, pain, the drowning pleasure of Sakusa all over you and inside you don’t allow you to retreat to the back of your head and forget. Not with the burning euphoria building up in your stomach or the moan that slips from your lips as Sakusa brings one of your legs down, bringing his hand to your breasts and thumb swiping around your sensitive nipples.

“O-Omi, please,” you sob, weak and submissive—just how you should be. Your nails dig into your palms, arms aching from your restraints. “I-I’m gonna—I think I—”

“Y-you really are a whore,” he spits, voice strained yet patronizing, still. “Do it, then. Cum on my cock.”

His hand moves in between your thighs, fingers pressing and rubbing circles on your clit as you cry out, tight walls clamping down on him and stuttering his already sloppy thrusts, your arousal running down his length and down to his heavy balls slapping against your ass.

Your moans come out as squeals of his name, your back arching and breath catching in your throat, vision going white as he continues to fuck into you.

His breathing is ragged, moving to bury his face into the crook of your neck in an odd show of affection, your swollen cunt pulsating around his cock as he suddenly stills, his low groan vibrating against your skin as he empties inside you.

You want to cry—but nothing comes out, all you can feel is the bruises on your skin, Sakusa’s cock buried deep inside you and his cum leaking from your abused hole, the stickiness and the sweat.

Maybe Sakusa’s right. Maybe you are disgusting, because as he peels himself from you, thinking it’s all over—Sakusa doesn’t undo the ties keeping you on the bed.

He reaches towards the bedside table, grabbing his phone. The sound of the shutter going off once, twice, over and over with the camera directed at you pulls your soul out of you.

“Omi—?” Your question remains a lump in your throat, but Sakusa is smart. He doesn’t need to hear your question.

“You’re my girlfriend now…” He mutters carelessly, “but I’m sure you don’t want Komori to see how you like to be fucked, right?”

#sakusa smut #haikyuu smut #yandere haikyuu #;commish

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bakugosbratx · 4 years ago

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omg could you do a dark villain Shoto x fem reader smut?

NSFW 18+ The Pawn— AU Villian! Shoto Todoroki x Fem! Reader

Warning: 18+ content. Unprotected sexual intercourse, alternate universe, toxic relationship, stolkholm syndrome, fluff, angst, gaslighting, manipulation, kidnapping, murder of family, punishment, bdsm, power play, yandere tendencies, etc.

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“Any last words?” Shoto questions with a demeaning scowl of disgust, his index finger becoming restless on the pistol’s trigger. The barrel of the gun is resting on the man’s temple while he pleads for mercy.

“I’ll have your money by next week, I swear!” The man cried.

“You said that last time. To be quite frank, I’m not really fond of your lying, Y/L/N.” Shoto admits, cocking the gun so it can fire. The terrified man’s eyes grew wide as tears stream down his face.

“Shoto,” his breath hitches, “p-please. I have a family to take care of. A wife and two children. Please.”

Horrific muffled screams filled the kitchen where your family reside as the gunshot went off. Blood leaked from your father’s bullet wound onto the floor beneath him. You all were forced to watch, tied up and helpless. Shoto even had his crew gag you so your words would not disturb his business meeting. He hates interruptions.

“Disgusting.” Shoto complains, referencing to some of the blood covering his face. Igniting his left side, he sets your father’s corpse on fire. The smell of burning flesh filled your snot filled nostrils as more whimpers escaped your cloth covered lips. This caught Shoto’s attention.

“You,” he calls out as he makes his way towards your tied up body. He picks you up with ease, throwing you over his muscular shoulder. “Are coming with me.”

Your muffled remarks were no use as well as your kicks. You are terrified and not sure why Shoto, Japan’s notorious killer, is doing in your household right now, but you know it’s not good.

“Sir,” one of the men stopped you two as Shoto is making his way towards the exit. He pauses his motion, waiting for the man’s question. “What do you want us to do with the other two? Heroes will be here any moment.”

Shoto pondered the man’s words for a moment. You are silently pleading that he will just let them go, but that was not even a thought in his mind. “Leave them be.”

“But sir—“

“The house will be burnt to ash in any given moment,” he activates his left side for emphasis, “if you want to stay alive, I suggest you gather up the others and get a move on.”

The man nodded and Shoto begins walking out of the house. You struggle in his grasp, but Shoto remains undisturbed by your antics. Throwing you into the back of a van, he slams the double doors. Now all you are left with is your thoughts.

This doesn’t seem real. It truly can’t be. Your family is being massacred and there is not a thing you can do about it. You can even hear their muzzled screams as your house goes up in flames. Still, you are useless as the van starts and drives far away from the crime scene.

Shoto Todoroki is Japan’s worse nightmare. Numerous accounts of murder, abuse of power, kidnapping, anything terrible had Shoto’s name on it. No one knows much about the villain’s personal life except for his heroic father with a bad temper. Some say it is his fault for the way his son turned out and Shoto would agree, but Shoto’s crimes will not be taken from him. No, they are all his doing and he is proud of it.

“Y/N,” Shoto called, making you snap out of your thoughts. You turn to meet the man that now claims you as his. “Are you alright, love? You hardly touched your food.”

“Oh, I’m fine.” You mumbled, giving a soft smile. Bringing the ramen noodle soup to your lips, you forced yourself to eat the food. Your stomach is in shambles as the thoughts from that night came back. There are still many unanswered questions and unknown puzzle pieces, but that is a life you need to forget about. You are Shoto’s now. You have no choice but to be his.

Shoto studied your features. If there is one thing Shoto is not is dumb. He is observant. Just one wrong look and you are in deep trouble. Considering you have been living with Shoto for over a year now, you have grown accustomed to his ways. You have learned to appease him in anyway to make you happy. Especially if it is going to keep you alive.

“You know I don’t appreciate when you lie to me.” Shoto nonchalantly reminds you, noticing how quickly you swallow when the words flow out off his tongue.

“I-I’m not lying, Shoto. Honestly.” You stammered, hoping he would not notice the fear trickling in your eyes. He did, though. Shoto noticed everything about you. One of the many things you despised about him.

The rest of super was ate in silence. As you have learned, this is never a good sign. When Shoto is quiet, he’s plotting. Usually, it’s your punishment. You can see it in his eyes and the subtle touches he does to you. All to make you feel uneasy. Just like he can read you, you are learning to read him just the same.

Once dinner was over, he gathered the dirty dinning wear and washed them. You remained in your chair until you are granted permission to stand up. Your heart is racing with anticipation. What is Shoto plotting? Especially for something as simple as lying.

“Y/N,” Shoto paused to make sure your attention was his. The hairs on the back of your neck are standing straight along with your body stiffening. You hear him walking towards you, his one cold hand and other warm one rest on your shoulders. “Go upstairs to our shared bedroom.”

“Y-Yes, Shoto.” You mumbled, scurrying up the steps like the good behave girl he taught you to be. If only your filthy little mouth could stop lying.

Shoto is quick to follow after your trembling body. His presence is swallowing you whole as he march up the stairs behind you. Your clammy palm turns the golden doorknob into the master bedroom. You immediately turn around, groping your butt in fear for what may happen to it.

Shoto shuts the door behind him, leaning against it with his arms folded. His face held its usual unamused look as he glares at you.

“I’m giving you one last chance to be honest with me, Y/N.”

“I-I have been honest a-all along, Shoto.” You argued. Shoto’s glare intensified.

“You were thinking about your family again, weren’t you?”

“What? No, I-“

“You’re just like your father.” Shoto scornfully chuckled, strolling towards you. His right hand folded around your neck, giving it a nice squeeze as he whispered in your ear, “and you know how much I truly despise your father.”

His hot breath seemed to linger on the shell of your ear. Your eyes harden as they meet his. His icy hand seemed to make this choking experience even worse. You would get frostbite if it gets any colder, but something in you snapped. You have not fought back in months. You became the submissive girl Shoto desperately wanted you to be yet you are still in the same position as many times before.

“You’re one to talk.” You choked out. The hold on your neck became stronger, circulation being lost to your organs. You are pushed onto the bed, Shoto’s muscular form on top of you.

“Don’t you ever compare me to that monster again, understand me?” Shoto growls as he watch you struggle beneath him. You started to turn pale as your body loses its natural color from lack of air flow. His hatred from his father and yours is taking over as you slowly start to become unconscious. He finally lets go.

You cough, grasping for air. It felt like there was not enough in there to supply your deprived body. Especially with Shoto’s suffocating presence on top of you.

“You have some real nerve talking to me like that, Y/N. When will you learn that your family is the true bad guys in the situation, not me. They screwed me over and I came for what they owed me. You’re just a pawn.”

“You’re lying..” You mumbled out in disbelief. Shoto’s devious grin just grew wider at the tears in your eyes.

“I’m not like your father.” Shoto spats, venom dripping from every wretched word. Your heart is aching and this only fuels the fire.

“Fuck you.” You hissed, warm tears streaming down your face. Shoto only chuckled at your mere offense.

“I plan on it.”

Your look of disgust was ignored as Shoto’s lips trailed from your neck to your lips. You forced yourself to kiss back. You always do. You two had sex plenty of times and sadly, you enjoyed it, but when it’s used for punishment or after he has tears down any sheer ounce of self esteem you possessed it is quite difficult to get in the mood.

“Why do you keep me here?” You finally breathe out as your lips disconnect. Shoto furrowed his eyebrows together.

“Because your family is dead.”

“I know that!” You exclaimed. Shoto is very intelligent, but someone who is also literal. He does not always catch onto what you’re actually trying to ask. “I mean, if I’m just some pawn, why keep me here? Why not let me have the same fate as my family?”

Shoto stayed silent. He pondered how he should answer this. He just started touching you outside of the bedroom a couple months ago. It even took him a long time to have sexual intercourse with you. He knows he could have killed you off. He is sure of it. You have been a pain in his ass since he collected you for payment yet you’re still here.

“I don’t know.” Shoto answered, truthfully.

You sigh. You are not sure what answer you were expecting, but knowing where this is leading does not make you feel any better about yourself. You just feel more used.

Silence over fell you two. Shoto is in deep thought as so are you. You are worried that your days are numbered now, but Shoto was not even thinking about that. He is more thinking of himself and how he can’t murder you. He actually likes having you around. He may never say it and his facial features will never show it, but with you by his side, his frozen heart starts to thaw. Just by your simple glimpses and touches.

Part of him hated you for that.

“Shoto,” you whisper, catching his attention. You made yourself look away. You have so many conflicting thoughts. Shoto is all you have now and in all honesty, you have grown not to hate the guy. You love the soft touches and the way he keeps you warm at night. He is so observant of the slightest of things. That’s more than your family has ever given you.

Your right hand cupped his cheek. He seemed slightly tense by the action, but he instantly fell into your touch. Your thumb grazed his cheek.

“I-I,” you meet his gaze, “I enjoy your company.” You admit. Shoto kept silent, but your words meant something to him. You both are not good with this kind of stuff. You were never taught it. This is the closest thing you two will ever get to ‘I love you.’

Your lips connected once again. During the process, each one of your articles of clothing was discarded to the ground below. Shoto kissed down your exposed breast, stomach, and finally stopped at your pussy. He swiped his tongue between your folds sending chills down your spine along with needy moans escaping your parted lips.

“Shoto, please.“ You whined, wanting him to make you soaked already, but you are on Shoto’s terms. He gets to decide everything.

Luckily, he did not make you wait long as tongue swirled on your sensitive clit. Your legs rested on his shoulders as he devoured you. Small groans is all Shoto could do as his tongue explored every inch of your pussy. Not a spot was missed nor would he allow there to be. Your clit was being the most spoiled. Your entrance was then meet shortly after. You did your best to conceal your sweet melodies of pleasure, but Shoto is not allowing you to do so.

“You have a voice for a reason. Use it.” He orders in a low growl amongst your cunt.

“Shoto,” you sob, “I’m about to cum. Please.”

You arched your back as your cunt was about to release. Shoto sped up the pace, helping you meet your climax even sooner. On que, you sing sweet little melodies of moans as you release into the man’s mouth. Every drop was swallowed by him.

Shoto stood up, grabbing your hips to pull you closer to the edge of the bed. “Keep your eyes on me at all times. Understood?”

You nod, eagerly. “Yes, Shoto.”

Shoto aligned his erection with your weeping entrance. Shortly after, your walls are hugging his length as it dives deeper and deeper into you. Each thrust loosened you even more and he kept a steady pace. You gripped the expensive European satin bedsheets as you babbled incoherent words and phrases. You kept your eyes locked on Shoto the whole time just like he ordered.

“Shoto.” You finally moan aloud as his dick is inside of you.

“Yeah, you like that, baby?” He groans. Your crying cunt was dripping with your slick onto the fabric of the bed and on Shoto’s cock.

“Yes.” You manage to blurt out as you gasp for more. His cock felt amazing no matter how much you wanted to hate him for it. This is one of the ways he shows affection. You learned to accept that.

Shoto’s hands find their way to your bouncing titties. The difference between temperatures sent your body into overdrive. He loved seeing the lewd faces you make as he used his power to pleasure you. Shoto’s dick did not stop thrusting into you through this process either though it is twitching.

Pre-cum leaks into your cunt. Shoto removes his hands from your breast as he picks up the pace. His knees start to buckle beneath him as cum flows from his cock. Every drop is milked from him until he pulls outs.

This is his way of saying ‘I love you.’

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lebrookestore · 3 years ago

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the one; l.ty

Pairing: Lee Taeyong x reader

Themes: exes! au, best friends to nothing, exes to nothing, college! ish au because they’re graduating, the angst is a very subtle type but its still pretty heavy

Warnings: unrequited love, heavy angst, mentions of kissing and food (ice cream)

Wc: 1.6k

Playlist: the 1 by taylor swift, closure by taylor swift, 2 kids by taemin, dancing after death by Matt Maeson

Authors note: this is a deleted scene from my fic, favorite crime! (which you should go read. please lmao but also because it will give this story even more context) i have altered it so it sort of works as a oneshot? Anyways, I hope you like it<3

You know the greatest loves of all time are over now

When you’re younger, you’re told to live your life to the fullest, to enjoy your youth. You’re seen as naive and and wide eyed at the world around you. When you’re younger you’re allowed to make those stupid mistakes and mess up, because people look past them.

But some mistakes, everyone but yourself can look past. These type of mistakes could haunt you for the rest of your life with every little thing you do. The what ifs.

And when you’re young, even though you have so much of your life left to enjoy, you can’t ever go back and fix them. They were permanent, like a life long promise, or a tattoo inked into your skin. You would never be able to escape them, even if you moved on.

At age twenty one, standing in front of your full length mirror donning your graduation cape, you had already made one of these mistakes, and it weighed you down everyday, simply because the reminder of it all was just a window away.

You glanced through your window, seeing him there, doing the same thing as you were, trying to adjust his tie. If you hadn’t been so stupid, then the two of you would have been getting ready together, you would be the one tying his tie and he would be the one teasing you about how your your cap was too big for you.

You let a smile brief your lips, before looking away. Even though you were no longer staring at him, you knew exactly what he was, the image burned into your mind. Bleached blond hair still messy no matter how much he tried to tame it, his bright eyes that seemed to hold the universe and that intoxicating smile.

Your biggest mistake was falling in love with the boy who never loved you back.

And how you had fallen, hook, line and sinker for him. Taeyong was the object of your affections, your best friend- well former best friend. That was where your mistake came in.

You foolishly let it happen, a relationship of sorts with him. At first, it was everything you had ever wanted, but that slowly started turning into a nightmare you wanted to wake up from. Sometimes you still wonder if you’re in a nightmare.

The two of you worked so well together, because you had known each other since you were four. He knew all your flaws, had seen you at your worst and at your best. You would have never thought he would be the cause of one of your worst moments.

But Taeyong, he wasn’t in love with you, but rather, was infatuated. Infatuated with the idea of love and loving you. Once he figured that out, he did the right thing and told you, effectively breaking up with you.

You lost your best friend and lover all at once. It was painful being around him, because you were still in love with him. He had been your everything, and now you had nothing at all. He slipped through your fingers like sand on a beach.

You hadn’t talked to him since that night he told you the truth. You made an effort to not look at him through your window, because it would just break your heart more. You had never known what it was to be heartsick until you experienced it yourself, and extremely violently.

He didn’t push it either, giving you your space. And while this helped you heal, it also felt so wrong. From spending almost every moment together, to spending no time at all, your lives had completely changed.

For some, love was a breeze, it gave them a fuzzy warm feeling that they wanted to hold onto forever. For you, love hurt like a bitch.

You couldn’t help but think about what could have been, if he had actually loved you. Or if you never indulged in what you wanted and just stayed friends. Sometimes- no, all the time, you wished that had happened instead. You were fine with loving him quietly.

Another part of you, the more selfish part, wished he never realized he didn't love you. You would have been fine living that way, but that was only thinking about yourself. You deserved to know, and he deserves that freedom.

What if?

Falling into love is easy, especially with someone like Taeyong. He was the most beautiful guy you had ever seen, with the kindest heart you could think of. You had fallen when you were merely seventeen, still in high school.

No, it was the falling out of love part that was harder. After loving someone for as long as you had loved him, you couldn't imagine ever loving anyone else. The sheer thought of it didn't make sense to you.

So what if you were still with him, what if you never lost him. What if he was still your best friend through thick and thin?

Snapping out of your thoughts, you made one last adjustment to your graduation cap and sighed, scanning yourself over in the mirror. Deeming yourself presentable, you walked out of your apartment, jogging down the stairs of the building and reaching the ground level.

You were hitching a ride with your friend Ryunjin, who was arguably the world's worst driver but you didn't really have a choice. If you did, you would be going with Taeyong, but well, that wasn't going time happen.

You yourself couldn't drive, simply because you were too scared of accidently killing someone. Taeyong had even tried to teach you how to drive when the two of you were dating, but it was discovered that you were probably even worse than Ryunjin.

A few traumatized minutes of the drive to campus later, you found yourself lost in a sea of students that were also graduating with you. Thankfully you had a few friends, but it was still pretty overwhelming.

The ceremony itself was a blur, of you were being completely honest. You saw your friends get called up on stage and receive their scrolls. Ryunjin flashes an awkward peace sign at the principal because she shook his hand, Ten did a happy dance after, and Renjun pretended to click a picture.

You saw Taeyong go up there and receive his scroll, a bright smile on his face, a smile you so loved. You clapped for him, a proud, yet bittersweet smile gracing your features.

And soon it was you up there, and after you had gotten your scroll and take your picture, it had literally turned blurry. You didn’t realize you were tearing up until a wave of emotions crashed over you. You had finally graduated, you were out of this place after four years.

You hated change, despised it even. Now you were thrust out into the world, gone was the familiarity of attending classes and parties with your friends. First you lost your best friend, now you’d probably lose most of your other friends. It wasn’t as if all of you were going to stay in the town, you had first hand experience of this when your friend Yeji graduated the year before and moved away.

You were so young, so naive and yet it felt as if you couldn’t hold on to a single moment long enough. How were you supposed to enjoy your youth then? You were slowly loosing everything.

Sucking in a deep breath, you composed yourself, a laugh escaping you when Ryunjin practically threw herself onto you in a hug of celebration. You quickly wiped your tears so no one saw them, smiling.

Turning around to talk to another friend, your eyes met Taeyong’s. He was much further away from you, but you knew it was him, you’d always know him. He didn’t break the contact, a small smile appearing on his lips as me mouthed something.

‘I’m proud of you’

You mustered up the best smile you could, repeating the same things silently so that only he would know it. Pressing your lips together pacified, you once again accepted that it was over. You had accepted it so many times, but you had to keep reminding yourself.

With one last look in his direction, you raised your hand up, curling your fingers into a fist before bringing it down to your chest, right over your heart. His smile only grew as he gave you an affectionate wave. Best friends after all, you knew each other like the back of your hands.

And then everyone tossed their caps into the air, as cheers resounded through the hall. Laughter and chattering filled the area, and you knew it would be alright in the end.

You accepted the fact that Taeyong would haunt all your what-ifs, even as you tried to move on. All the kisses at midnight and late night talks out on your adjoining roofs, the long drives and ice cream dates- it was a thing of the past.

And yes, it still hurt when you recalled all the beautiful things that had happened with your time with him, the way the two of you were so beautiful.

It simply wasn’t meant to be, even if you were still in love with him. Heck, you were sure you’d always be in love with Taeyong, a part of your heart would be reserved for him and him only, but it was time to let go. You weren’t okay right now, but you’d learn to be okay.

Still, it would have been fun if he had been the one.

fin.

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kingsuckjin · 4 years ago

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Ungodly Beast 2

⸸ Pairing: Devil! Jungkook x reader, Priest! Namjoon x reader

⸸ Rated: M (18+)

⸸ Genre: smut, horror, fluff?, angst?

⸸ Synopsis: You’d rather go to hell yourself than let the devil take your baby, even if he helped create him… even if your little boy is beginning to sprout horns.

⸸ Warnings: (may contain spoilers) death, kidnapping, kind of depression and some heavy feels, satanic symbolism, voyeurism, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex (please wrap your ding dong before playing ping pong), more sinful shit, male masturbation, dom-ish reader, strangulation (like also not in a sexy way), dom! Jungkook, spit kink, the most dirty talk you've ever seen, fisting, fingering, dick size kink, daddy kink, degradation, impreg kink, pain kink, devil kook still looks wild, spanking, branding, choking, hair pulling, biting and scratching, blood play/blood eating, tattoo kink, really rough sex, a very jealous Jungkook, more death/murder, a very brief mention of drugs, fluffy sex, gore, a fight scene, it's just graphic and awful.

⸸ Words: 15k

⸸ Note: I’d link the first part in this fic here, but tumblr has been doing this cute little thing where if you insert a link in something then the fic won’t show up in the tags. So I very sincerely apologize for the inconvenience, but you’ll have to go through my masterlist to find part 1. Also, an anon told me that this fic goes really well with the album Too Weird to Live too Rare to die by panic at the disco, specifically the song Far too young to die, so if you're looking for something to listen too while reading this, then that would be perfect.

"What have you done?"

Those were your mother's first words after telling her you were pregnant. You had no idea how she knew, perhaps it was the worried, troubled, tired look on your face that that told her. Maybe she just sensed it, sensed the seed of half evil already taken root and growing inside of you.

You stayed silent, confirming an unspoken conclusion between you. She clutched at the rosary around her neck as her shocked, open mouth quivered and glossy tears pooled in her eyes.

"You didn't…" She whispered, "please tell me you didn't."

Out of shame, you still didn't speak.

"How did you know?" You finally decided to ask.

"I've dealt with him before, I know the way his terrible presence feels, and now I feel it with you. I almost can't stand it." Her words both stung and made you have an unsettling feeling that crawled up your spine. Was it simply the baby she had felt? Had he marked you somehow and now it was you making her feel like this? Or was he with you? Silently watching and waiting.

"What did you give for the child?" Your mother was nearly in sobs now.

"He didn't tell me at first-" you began to try to defend yourself but your mother cut you off.

"He never does. What was it?"

"He's taking him…" you felt the prick of tears sting your eyes now too. You had to cover your mouth quite suddenly to keep a sob from escaping. It hurt to think about, to talk about. You were afraid. "...when he turns five."

She took your hands between hers and looked you in the eyes.

"We will do everything we can, I promise. We will fight."

You nodded and attempted to blink away the tears.

"Pray with me. We can pray. God will help us, I know it."

You nodded again as she gripped your hands firmly in hers reassuringly. She let her head fall slightly and closed her eyes prompting you to do the same.

As she started with her prayer, you began to feel a ringing in your head, the sound grew and grew until it was piercing, drowning out her words. A tsunami of nausea overtook your body so powerful you jumped up from your seat at your mother's kitchen table, knocking the chair back as you ran for the bathroom in a dizzy haze.

"Ah, they should call it all day sickness instead of morning sickness." Your mom had committed, seeming to brush it off, but you knew in your heart and deep in your soul that something was very, very wrong here.

From the moment you first saw him, you were in love. His big doe eyes, his chubby little cheeks, his soft little hands, and feet. Although he had no horns or black eyes, you tried hard not to see his father in him, which was difficult sometimes.

The worst memories for you were taking him to get baptized as a newborn. He had screamed from the moment you had entered the church and nothing you could do would calm him.

The moment the blessed holy water touched his skin, you watched as it seemed to burn and blister his infant skin in just seconds. You went out to your car in the church parking lot,

calmed him the best you could before strapping him into his car seat, and you cried.

You cried because while he seemed to be a normal little baby, your son, the baby you feed with your own body, sing to, bathe, and love, you were occasionally reminded of what he was and that you might only have him for a very short time.

He still whimpered in the back seat just as you did in the front. Guilt and sadness and fear prompted you to get out of the car and into the back seat where you unfastened him as his pout only worsted your feelings. You took his small body in your arms and held him to your chest. Your nose snuggled into his mess of fluffy dark hair.

"I love you. No ones ever going to take you away from me. I don't care what you are, you're my son more than anything." You let your tears fall onto his head.

That wasn't the scariest thing you had been through though. The worst was the nightmares.

The first was just under a month after he had been born. You had sat up in your bed covered in sweat, the house felt like an oven. Your heart was beating hard even before you had heard it coming through the baby monitor.

Singing.

It sounded high and angelic along with the happy coos of your son. As your groggy mess faded with the race of your heart you also realized it was in a language you not just couldn't understand, but had never heard anything like it before.

It took no time at all for you to practically leap from your bed, and dash from your room and down the hall to your son's room.

As you pushed his door open you saw him. You felt like your heart was beating in your throat now as you saw him with his back to you holding your son, bathed in only the moonlight that the sheer curtains of the nursery let in.

The singing had turned to a soft hum. You realized how wrong you were upon pinning his voice like an angel. You saw the horns sprouting from his wavy hair that dangled as he looked down at the baby in his arms.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to fight, you wanted to do anything to save your baby and keep him from being taken away from you. He was a newborn, it wasn't even time.

You couldn't do anything though, and you didn't know why.

Horrifyingly you found yourself yet again drawn to him, in awe at his presence.

"You can't…" you managed to choke out.

"I will." He didn't turn as he spoke to you. After he spoke, you woke up.

You couldn't sleep very long for months after that nightmare.

There was no denying by age two and a half that he looked more like his father. There was also no denying the little bumps you found while brushing his shaggy hair that sat on the top of his head under his skin. Most mothers would be concerned, wonder if their child had gotten hurt, and bumped their head a few times. But you just sat there frozen, feeling the bumps. You knew what they were, they were his father's claim to him, they were forming horns.

"Mommy okay?" Your son noticed your strange and oddly still demeanor as the hairbrush dropped from your hands onto the bathroom tile where you sat.

That's when it hit you the hardest. Your baby was halfway there. Halfway gone. All you had done so far was helplessly try to deny the fact that he was coming for him. He would take your little boy and drag him to hell if you didn't do something to fight this, find some way, something, someone to help you.

"Mommy?" your son had turned around and was now reaching for your cheeks to smush with his hands like you often did him. His face read of concern and question. Your heart melted at his little gesture. You took in his sweet little face again, his little two front teeth poked out just a little. You couldn't help but squish his face gently right back.

"Mommy's okay." You tried to reassure him the best you could, and it seemed to work. Lucky for you toddlers were sweetly gullible.

The moment you got free time you sent a text to your mom telling her you'd be dropping her grandson off at her house tomorrow, you didn't wait for a reply as you already knew she would jump at any chance to see her grandson whenever she could.

You then made a very important series of phone calls.

"Thank you, thank you so much for meeting with me today on such short notice father-"

"Father Namjoon or just Namjoon is fine." He interrupted. "And don't mention it, I'm here to help. You mentioned problems with your child?"

You took a deep breath and let your face finally show the worry you felt, your bouncing foot on the floor let out your anxiety. You sat there in his office at this tiny church. Worried he would throw you out the moment you told him the truth about what was going on.

Father Namjoon sat across the big worn wooden desk from you and waited patiently for you to further explain. Behind him on the wall was a massive cross along with pictures with him and maybe members of the church pinned to the wall.

" I'm afraid I didn't tell you everything over the phone because… well, every priest I've called said I was crazy and hung up on me after I told them." You admitted and watched as his body language changed with his growing attention.

"But father Namjoon, I swear on my son's life that what I'm about to tell you is the truth. My son is no trouble, but his father is. See, I would've brought my son in today, but he gets these… headaches and nosebleeds in churches."

You watched his reaction carefully, he curiously tilted his head.

"Go on…" he urged.

"Because his father… is… the devil."

Namjoon gave you a nod of understanding that was far too casual for the words you said.

"I have proof." You defended before he could even think to refute your claim.

"I believe you."

"What?" You asked thinking maybe you were only hearing what you wanted to.

"Listen," he leaned forward so that his arms rested on his desk. "He's real. I know he's real. The nervousness in your voice and you say you have proof… you seem perfectly sane to me. When can I meet with your son? Would your home be alright?"

"What are you doing right now? He's with my mother right now."

"Let's go." He said with sureness and no thinking time behind it.

He followed your car to your mother's home. You watched as he got out of his car and just stood there in the driveway, staring at the home.

"Something wrong father?" You asked as he brought forth the cross around his neck and clutched it tightly.

"I can feel him."

"My son? My mom says the same thing about him. We just assume he carries the same feeling as-"

"Not your son, the devil. He's here."

Your heart began to race at the thought of encountering him again. Maybe you had gotten in over your head by asking a priest to see him, but you had to do something.

"Your cross." You stopped father Namjoon as he started to walk towards the door. "I'm sorry but you can't have it near him. My mother had to take down all of hers when he was born."

His eyes seemed to shift around nervously before finally taking off his cross and putting it in his car.

"No worries." He gave you a reassuring smile.

You expected more upon entering the house, not just for your son to casually be sitting there watching tv.

You and your mother had exchanged silent, nervous glances upon her letting you in and seeing the priest.

"Hey buddy, someone wants to talk to you." You knelt down and told your son but he seemed to ignore you.

Your mom turned off the tv, but it didn't seem to affect him.

"Touch his head." You whispered to Namjoon.

He stepped forward and crouched on the floor.

"Hey, little guy! What kind of show were you watching?" He placed his hand on your son's head to pat it but quickly retracted it.

"Don't touch me." your son spoke clearly and firmly. His speech was nothing like his normal, broken toddler way of talking.

You looked at Namjoon who still looked shocked by something, it had to be the growing horns.

"Daddy said don't touch me." Your son spoke again perfectly as if he were a few years older.

Daddy said

"Oh my go-" you couldn't help but let out at his words. Had his father been around this whole time? Just watching him… and you?

"I won't touch you, I promise. Could you turn around for me?"

Your son did as he was asked and faced the priest, looking up at him with wide, almost terrified eyes.

“Can I show him your back?” you asked knowing he would let you touch him before he would a priest. Your son nodded but seemed confused.

You lifted the side of his shirt and showed Namjoon the mark spread along the ribs. The upside-down thick, black cross.

“Quite a birthmark you have there.” Namjoon joked with the boy.

“His father has the same one."

Namjoon stood to his feet which prompted you to do the same.

"Can we talk?" His eyes flickered towards the front door.

"Yeah of course."

"Possibly off the property?" He added and you gave him a nod.

“I'll be back” you assured your mother as you left with the priest.

He led you to his car before asking if you wanted to get a coffee and told you he needed it after what he had just seen and felt. You understood and agreed.

He continued to apologize on the short drive there, but again you understood his need to process this.

It wasn't until after you both had gotten your drinks and sat down in a quiet corner of the shop that he began to talk openly.

“I’m still not sure what to think of all this, but I know you're not lying. He looks like him. My…” he let out a sigh as he played with a pink packet of sugar. “My grandmother had a run-in with him once, never said why or how, but she described him and the way his presence felt. I just don’t think it's your child making me feel that way. I really need to ask what happened between you and...his...father.”

“I-um..I…” you too took a deep breath and decided to explain everything as detailed as you could from summoning him, to only having a few years left with your son. You felt ashamed as you explained to this priest how you had slept with the devil.

Namjoon didn't seem to judge you though, as a matter of fact, he looked sympathetic. He seemed so sweet, kind, and understanding.

“I’m not sure what I can do here,” he told you and reached across the table to place his hand on yours “but I promise to do the best I can. I will do what I can to help protect your family and son.”

You felt the honesty and sincerity in his words, it felt so comforting to you.

“It’s going to be hard, I can just tell he doesn't want me there. I don't know if it’s because I’m a man or because I’m a priest. Let me ask you a rather personal question, have you dated at all since your son was born?”

“No.” you shook your head “I don’t want anyone getting attached to my son because I just don't know what's going to happen. Also, I’m afraid…he might do something. I just… I don't want to put anyone else into this that doesn't need to be.” that part hurt you too, you just felt so lonely on top of it all. “I've had no one to turn to with all of this except my mother.”

“Well, you have me now, okay? You don't have to feel alone anymore. We can solve this together.”

Namjoon had come up with a plan to meet with your son every other day, and at the end of the week, he would meet with only you and talk over the progress, if he had made any at all.

Just a few months in, there was a difference. It seemed his method of slowly introducing god and holy objects such as crosses were beginning to work, he no longer got headaches and nosebleeds around them, and his horns while still little bumps under his skin, they had stopped growing. That also happened to be the month your mother got very very sick. No matter how many times Namjoon came and prayed over her, she still continued to just slip away until she was gone.

And now you had no one but Namjoon.

The day after she passed away was the hardest. Your son was still too small to fully grasp the concept of death, but he still cried about his grandmother never getting to play with him again.

You had waited until you had put him to bed and he had fallen asleep to pour yourself a glass of wine and just cry.

Nothing could distract you from the pain, from the heavy misery, not even the pouring rain and house shaking thunder.

You had turned off all of the lights, the only thing that would occasionally light the room was the lightning.

You felt so alone, more alone than you've felt in your life. You tried hard to sense him, but he just didn't seem there. The one time you felt so desperate and alone, his presence didn't loom over you.

“I hate you,” you spoke out loud. “If you can hear me I hate you. I hate that you've done this to me, I hate that you took her from me and your son. Are you really watching over your son or do you just love to see me suffer? Do you love to see me alone? Huh?” anger coursed through you as you talked to the walls “Answer me!” you yelled a little too loudly and worried that you would wake your son up so you decided to be quiet.

The desperation and loneliness felt like it was suffocating you, you had to do something.

You felt pathetic calling him up this late, but once you heard his voice you already felt better.

“Hey, how are you hanging in there?”

“Not good Namjoon.” you sniffled “I-I just feel so alone, so in over my head. All the things my mom has done for me I just…” you did your best to hold back tears.

“Do you want me there? Is it alright if I come over so you don't have to feel alone?”

“Please?” Your plea was squeaky and weak.

“I’ll leave right now okay? It's just important to remember that you're not alone. God is with you.”

“Thank you. I don't know what I would have done this past few months without you.”

“Please, don't mention it.”

You don't know how it got here. You had only had a half a glass of wine in total, and a two-hour deep conversation and now you had pulled him into your room and you were ripping off each other’s clothes as if they were tainted.

“Fuck me” you tossed your shirt to the floor and pressed your lips back to his with ferocity. He sharply exhaled through his nose at how turned on he was by your demand, although you could feel it through his underwear.

“You sure?” he mumbled into your lips. You let out a hum into his before sinking to your knees.

“Fuck.” he muttered, mesmerized as you pulled his underwear, letting it fall at his feet and letting his cock loose.

You let little time pass between the moment you saw his cock and putting it into your mouth. You were hungry for touch, for affection, for sex, for companionship, and you were sure to show that in the form of his dick in your throat. It was as if somehow you hoped it could fill that strange void that had existed in you for far too long.

He thrust in tandem with your head bobbing while letting out groans and sharp breaths of pleasure that just told you that it had been a while for him too.

Thunder rolled in your dark room as you suppressed a gag and let your spit dribble down your chin. You were dripping with need at just the thought of sex.

As a brief flash of lightning lit the room, you swore you saw him in the chair in the corner of the room, legs crossed, watching you.

Could it have just been your imagination playing tricks on you? Could you have been just thinking about him? Was it what you wanted to see?

You closed your eyes as you took Namjoon deeper into your throat, letting the tip of your nose connect with his thin patch of pubes.

His hands tangled in the back of your hair.

"Can- can we have sex? Please? This feels too good to take this anymore."

You took him from your mouth and got into the bed on all fours. He took a moment to take your body and pose in for a moment, but once his brain seemed to function again he got behind you on the bed.

His fingers ran down the skin of your back almost making you shiver.

He yanked your underwear down around your thighs and ran his fingers along your soaking folds.

"No teasing, fuck me."

You heard an almost inaudible moan behind you before feeling his tip at your entrance.

The feeling of him slowly sinking into you, filling you, felt so nice after so long.

"Be rough with me."

"O-okay." He stammered and grabbed the back of your hair to pull on as he began slamming into you.

The skin of his thighs slapped at the meat of your ass over and over, but it somehow just wasn't enough.

"Harder, call me names."

"I won't- I can't call you names." He panted his refusal.

Thank god he was behind you so he couldn't see you rolling your eyes.

"Stop stop, stop."

His hips quit moving at once.

"Lay on your back." You had had enough and wanted to take this into your own hands.

One he pulled out and played down you straddled his hips, reaching down to guide his cock into your entrance before sinking down on it.

The moment you slowly moved your hips with him buried inside of you he began to moan. You picked up his hands and placed them on your breasts.

"What do you think, father?" Your voice dripped with seduction as you clenched around him.

"You're so- oh god- so beautiful."

"Wrong answer." You stilled your hips making him scramble for the right words.

"Your pussy is so wet… just for me."

"All for you." You began to move your hips again with the answer that satisfied you. Possibly to make sure they didn't stop again his hands drifted down to your hips to move them faster on his own. You couldn't help the loud moan that slipped out of your mouth at him taking control just a little.

"You take my dick so well."

"Fuck fuck." You chanted, moving your hips faster, feeling so close to losing it. You couldn't lie, the thought of him being a priest was really about to get you off right now.

"Such a bad girl." He murmured. Maybe he felt the same.

"Does it feel good being in the same cunt as the devil has been?" You teased.

You swore you heard a very short, unamused chuckle from somewhere in the room.

"Fuck yes, fuck I'm so close." He aggressively moved your hips now, his fingers digging into your flesh and finally making you cum.

"Up up"

You got off of him fast and watched ad his hand went around his cock to give it a few short jerks. His thick cum spurted from the tip. Coating his hand and shaft.

"I'll get you something to clean that up with." You climbed off of him as he quickly nodded.

"Darliiiiing"

You felt a hand on your thigh that woke you from your sleep.

"Wake up, I need you." Your face contorted in confusion at Namjoon's words.

"Too tired." You muttered into your pillow.

"But I'm so hard for you." His deep voice whispered in your ear sending tingles through your body.

"All I can think about is your wet little cunt of yours. I'll do whatever you want me to darling." His hand ghosted up your back until it came around and reached your neck where he left it

"Mmm." You hummed in satisfaction as you rotted your ass into his once again hard dick.

"You like that? Hm?" His voice was so thick and rough with sleep. "What if I squeezed just a little?" His fingers tightened slightly around your throat.

You were more than ready now for round two, it seemed he had found some courage between when you fucked earlier and now.

"Who does your pussy belong to, darling?"

"You." You whispered mixed with a moan. You needed him back inside of you so badly that you ached for it.

"You lying whore." His grip on your throat tightened, so much that it became almost impossible to breathe.

You struggled against his grip and tried to pry his hand from your throat.

"Your body and cunt belongs to the devil. Evil courses through your blood." You could hear the hate in his voice through his gritted teeth.

You tried to kick at him, hit him, but you could feel the tightness in your face and brain from lack of blood flow and oxygen.

"Stop, please." You attempted to choke out as your vision grew hazy.

"You belong in hell too."

You thrashed until there was no more pressure on your throat, your hands and feet collided with nothing.

You sat up in your bed covered in sweat. You were alone and once again your room was as hot as the pits of hell themselves.

You picked up your phone from the nightstand, almost blinding yourself with the light from it as you checked the time.

Namjoon had left hours ago. He had left upon your request.

"What the fuck." You sighed as you flopped back into your bed.

As you laid there the weight of reality seemed to feel heavier and heavier on your chest, crushing.

Your mother was dead, you had fucked a priest, the devil wouldn't leave you alone, and you had very little time before your son was gone forever.

Your bedroom felt too large, too spacious for your lonely body just as all of your problems did. Would you end up sucked into it all? Eaten alive? Was there any point in fighting at all?

You swallowed down the lump in your throat but it was no use. You couldn't stop the tears that filled your eyes and leaked into your hairline as you stared up at your ceiling.

"Please" your word brought forth your sobs in the empty room "make it stop. I'll do anything but give up my son, just make it stop."

You couldn't help it, for weeks after your dream you felt weird around Namjoon. The rational part of your brain knew he wouldn't hurt you, although you still denied any little advances he made. It did fade, and once he took you out to dinner and you let him put his hand on your knee, but he was careful not to overstep boundaries.

You thought about calling him one night as you laid there sleepless in your bed. You don’t know how you had gotten so turned on but your body felt so hot with need.

You tried to just roll over and go to bed, but your sensitive clit throbbed along with your heartbeat as if begging you to touch it. Sny motion you made at all only made things worse until you gave in.

You pulled up your oversized sleep shirt and shoved a hand down your panties. You paused a moment as you realized that it wasn't just getting off you needed, but contact with someone.

You went to reach for your phone on the nightstand, but your hand didn't even meet it before you froze.

"Don't." It was a command.

Your eyes flashed to him sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, just like you thought you had seen him a month ago with Namjoon.

You quickly pulled your hand from your underwear and sat up with your mouth agape.

"Did you miss me, darling?" His horns tilted as his head did.

"Get out of my fucking house and leave me and my son alone!" You growled, clutching your shorts angrily in your fists.

"Why? So you can fuck that priest again?" He held up his index finger, slightly shaking it making a tsk-ing sound.

"Why does it matter to you what I do?" Your voice was stone cold.

He narrowed his eyes at you and leaned forward in the chair with a smirk. You couldn't stop yourself from thinking how regal and utterly beautiful he looked. He looked far more casual this time in a black t-shirt and jeans, but nonetheless majestic and powerful.

"You must've forgotten. That's alright, I wouldn't mind reminding you. I'm not here for our son, don't worry, not just yet."

"Then let's talk about that."

"Talk?" He gave a little smile "we can talk. Come here."

Although you wanted to, almost needed to, you stayed in your bed.

"Then feel free to keep going… unless you want some help."

"Tell me why you're here." You demanded.

"I'm here to save you. You called me."

"I didn't." You argued.

He beckoned you over once more as he stood from the chair. You got out of bed this time and stepped closer.

"You've done nothing but try to get my attention for months. Don't argue, you know I'm right. I can hear it again, that delicate little heart of yours fluttering when you see me." He reached a hand out for you, you took it, it was just so warm in yours. You let him pull you in until your back faced his chest with his hands on your sides.

"You called me, see?" You closed your eyes as he whispered to you, your bodies swayed together in a nonexistent song. It felt as though he was pulling you deeper into a trance, and you let yourself go.

"Does that heartbeat for me? Do you live for me? Do you want me?" You felt his nose graze your neck, the hot air from his worst trailing behind it. You had dreams of this moment for years. His whispers, his touch, the way he made you feel drunk and hypnotized you, the way he made you feel whole.

"Yes." You couldn't lie, everything but the truth had melted away, you couldn't feel or speak much else. You were weak for him, weaker than you remembered.

"Then are you mine?"

"Yes." You answered once more.

"I'll talk to you my love, about whatever your heart desires. First, tell me what it is you want from me." He whispered as you felt him grip the hem of your sleep shirt at your thighs. His hands brushed your skin. You continued to sway with him, eyes closed, worried that if you opened your eyes that this would all be a dream, worried that if you looked at him you'd fall deeper.

You didn't want to say it, you didn't want to admit you wanted him right now. He had done so much to you. Your internal struggle was hard, you wanted him desperately, yet he had done so much to you and your family. Even your closed eyes couldn't hold back the tears that escaped.

"Why did you take her?" A single son escaped but you shut it down, you refused to show all of your weakness.

To your surprise, he gently shushed you.

"Darling, I didn't take her. Her soul was never mine to take. I don't decide who lives and dies, it was just her time."

You were stunned, why was he comforting you? Why did it feel so good?

"Please don't take our son, he's alI have now, he-"

"I've thought about so many things. We can talk later, no tricks, no lies. You don't need to worry. Just let them all fall away and tell me what you want."

You bit your lip as you felt his cock begin to twitch beside you.

"You already know I want you." Your voice was a soft, weak whisper.

"Yes, but do you want me to hold and comfort you? You've been struggling so much with that. Perhaps you want my cock buried so deep inside of you that it hurts. Or maybe you just want me to pump that belly full of a second baby."

His hand slid into your panties as you let out a gasp of excitement. Every nerve in your body felt hypersensitive, so when he slid his finger over your slit you cried out for him.

"All of it. Please, I want it all."

"What a greedy, needy little bitch. Did that boring god loving freak not satisfy you?" He teased as his finger dipped into your folds and teased at your clit.

"N-no." You stammered.

"You didn't look like you were having much fun, not until you saw me at least." He seemed so amused by it. "I'm a little mad you let him poorly use you like that" he seemed to growl making slight fear go down your spine. "Who fucks you better? Who has a bigger dick?" His finger circling your clit picked up speed with the ferocity of his words.

"You." Your breath was already short.

"Tonight, prove to me that you're mine, that you're devoted, that you'll do whatever it takes for me, And I'll show you I'm yours."

This wasn't happening, you couldn't believe the words he had just softly said into your neck. Your disbelief was cut off by your quickly approaching orgasm. You let out a whine as your knees turned to rubber, you would've fallen had he not have been holding you tightly against him.

"That's it darling, let me have you, let go for me." Your orgasm exploded through you like a bomb and all you could do was whine.

"Such a good girl." He still held you tightly and placed light kisses on your neck and collarbone as he took his tattooed hand from the front of your panties.

You let out a small shriek when he picked you up and carefully set you on the bed. He could've broken you in half right then and there, if he wanted to.

"On all fours, ass facing me."

You hurried into position for him, and for a while, you felt nothing until you felt the fiery sting of a slap along a cheek.

You sucked in a breath.

"What's the matter baby, can't take it for me?"

He was so wrong, you loved it.

"I'll take whatever you give me." Your words were followed by the pleasure of another slap.

"Fuck it." He muttered and suddenly you were dragged by your legs onto his lap where he positioned you over it.

"Take anything for me, huh? We'll see about that." The slaps kept coming until your ass felt raw. You arched your ass up for him as you let out a needy whine.

"You're so fucking wet, it's everywhere. Do you want me to touch you? Is that what you're whining for?"

You let out another whine.

"Say it."

"Please touch me. I want you to touch me."

"I'll give you what you want." You knew that tone he used, it was the tone of having something else planned.

His fingers immediately sunk into your core.

"You're wetter than I thought, I could slide whatever I wanted into you so effortlessly."

You could hear the sounds of his coated fingers working you too.

"Whatever you want." You replied hoping it was his cock, but you knew better at this point.

"My love, I'm going to absolutely fucking ruin you."

You went to reply but suddenly felt the slight stretch and sting of more fingers entering you.

"Ahhhh." You let out but backed up further onto his hand, still wanting more.

"What a good little whore, look at you riding my hand and taking it all for me."

You loved the pain, and he gave it to you like no one else could. You were already ruined for anyone else, but he didn't know that.

His hand felt so deep inside of you that you swear you could feel it in your stomach.

"Harder." You begged, and he obliged.

"You like me filling you like this, slut? I'm going to stretch your pussy so well for my big cock."

You continued to rock backward in tandem with his movements, it didn't take long at all until you were almost there, panting and gripping the sheets.

He stopped and slowly pulled his hand from your cunt, leaving you feeling more hollowed out than a pumpkin.

You left his lap and looked at him just in time to see his shirt come off. His body was just as beautiful as you remembered it, something of pure art and fantasy combined. Tattooed, muscular, and smooth you just wanted to lick every single inch of him, you had to.

You climbed back into his lap and pushed him back while you leaned forward and placed your lips to the very warm flesh of his collarbone. Your lips made their way down slowly to his nipples and enveloped one in your mouth.

"Ah." A sound of surprise and pleasure came from him, and you loved it, you loved that you could make him feel that way, you wanted more.

You took your mouth from his chest and crawled backward until you sat between his legs.

You undid his pants and pushed his underwear down along with him. You had almost forgotten just how massive his cock was. It was veiny and the tip was a blushed shade of pink that made your mouth water.

You spit in both your hands and wrapped them both around his shaft.

You slid your spit slicked hands over his leaking head before slowly bringing then down to the base.

"Faster darling. Don't play with me." He threatened with a grunt. You did as he asked and even added your mouth.

His hands tangled tightly in your hair at once.

It was hard to take him even halfway into your mouth without you gagging around his size and thickness filling your throat.

As you sucked his dick, you stared at the three black sixes on his lower stomach and watched as they moved as his muscles flexed.

"What I wouldn't give to cum down your throat right now."

You moaned around his cock at the desperation and lust in his voice.

"So fucking good for me. You suck my cock so well with your little whore mouth." He gripped your hair tighter but still not enough to hurt.

Him lying there, moaning and groaning as you pleased him made you all the more impossibly wet, you could feel it as you squeezed your thighs together.

"Please come here." He asked as he released your hair and sat up.

As you let his cock leave your mouth and too sat up only for him to lift and drag you onto his lap once again. He reached down and guided his cock into your entrance.

As you lowered yourself onto him he made a noise that should've stopped your heart.

It was a moan and a sigh all at once, he combined that with dropping his head onto your shoulder. The fullness and warmth of his cock inside of you, every little move he made, he was all just too much. How could you survive something like this a second time, especially with being this close to him.

He didn't move even an inch for a moment, not until he lifted his head off of your body and peered at you with those inky black eyes through his just as inky dark hair.

His net movements were fast, rough, and hard. He grabbed your hair from behind, forcing your head as far back as it could go without breaking anything. Your chest was arched towards him and he used it to his advantage by taking a nipple into his mouth as he bucked his hips into you quickly. All you could do was grip his shoulders for dear life as he fucked into you, fingernails sinking deeper and deeper into his muscular flesh the closer he pushed you to your high.

You felt the little sharp sting of him pinching your nipple between his teeth. You couldn't help but fall completely apart as you moaned out the filthiest curse words that you could.

Once he let your hair go and you could properly look at him, you saw beads of dark liquid forming on his shoulders. Your nails and grip had drawn blood, real human blood.

All you could do was stare. He bled just like you, he was vulnerable just like you, just like anyone else.

"Hm?" He caught your staring but seemed confused.

"I-I hurt you. I'm sorry." You furrowed your eyebrows with guilt.

He laughed, it was a real laugh, not a teasing one, not an unamused snort. His nose crinkled and his more prominent two front teeth were made more visible.

"It didn't hurt, I didn't even know you did it." He tried to get a look at the little droplets himself before wiping one away with his finger to show there was no mark left, he had somehow healed.

Each fleeting glimpse of his humanity vanished as soon as you spotted it.

His dick was beginning to soften inside of you despite him not getting off yet.

"Did you want to kiss it and make it better for me?" His voice was seductively playful and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not until he brought his blood-smeared fingertips to your lips.

You looked him in the eyes as you took them into your mouth and sucked them clean. He looked satisfied and you could feel his dick twitch back to life inside of you, showing you how much he liked that. Without a second thought, you attached your mouth to his shoulder and began to lick and cuck at the blood droplets where the wounds once were. The moment reminded you of when you were a child and they told you that wine was the blood of Christ, except this was so much better. You wanted to show him you were willing to take him in any way possible, to submit to every desire he had.

He pushed his now hard cock as far as it would go into you.

"I want to do something to you." He whispered as he continued to slowly thrust.

"Do it." Your reply was fast.

"It's going to hurt you." He added.

"Do it."

“I will. For now, shut up and bounce on my cock, slut.” his tattooed hand grabbed throat “ and you better fucking ride it harder and faster than you did that stupid Jesus loving freak.” his face read of disgust.

“Yes daddy,” you replied trying to hide the smirk at the satisfaction on his face from you calling him that.

He dropped his hand from your neck and you began to move your hips as he laid back. You would normally start slow, but you let him have it. Everything about him was incomparable to anyone you’ve ever slept with.

“Fuck, like that baby.” His hair was messy, his eyes were squeezed shut and his tattoo that looked like a snake that wrapped around his torso almost looked like it was slithering.

“You like that daddy? I took every inch of your big cock just for you.” you loved the power over him that he was letting you have and you were going to make sure you got to enjoy it.

His hand shot to your hip and he squeezed.

“I swear If you fucking make me cum right now you’ll fucking pay for it,” he grunted obviously trying to hold back seeing as his hand was digging into your skin as if it was the last lifeline between him and losing it.

“Don’t you want to cum in my pussy daddy? Fill it full of cum and watch it drip out of me?” you continued to tease him and bring him even closer as you jackhammered up and down on his rock hard dick.

“Fuck, this is your last damn warning bitch.” his jaw was clenched, but it was too late, you were already falling apart on top of him, once again saying the dirtiest shit you could as he shuttered under you, barely hanging on as he watched you cum.

You paused, breathing heavily for a moment of rest, but it didn't last long. He was pulling out of you and throwing you face down on the bed, holding your hands by the wrists behind your back.

“I fucking told you, didn’t I?”

“Sorry, dadd-”

“Did I say you could speak bitch?”

He wasn’t even inside you anymore but you’re empty walls clenched as you let out a small moan onto the bed sheets.

“Now let’s see just how fucking much you’re willing to take. Be good for me darling.”

You were scared but excited at the same time, the adrenaline that coursed through your veins was nothing like you’ve ever felt before.

“Yes daddy.”

“Don’t fucking move.”

You listened and stayed completely still.

You felt his hand cover the back of your neck. It got warmer and warmer until it felt searingly hot, it was burning your skin. You bit down on your lip so hard it had to have left a bruise just to keep from screaming. There was no way of stopping the whimpers that came from you in the few seconds that his hand was on your skin.

“There,” he said and sounded as though he was admiring his work before releasing your body and letting you sit up. By the time you sat up though, the pain was entirely gone as if it had never even happened.

“It’s the mark, to match.” you knew he meant that he had just branded you with an upside-down cross to match his and your son’s. You were too busy noticing the wetness on your cheeks and wondering where they had come from to concentrate on this strange sentimental moment.

You felt something warm roll down your cheek and lifted a hand to wipe away what you now realized were tears, but he gently grabbed your wrist.

With his other hand went to your chin and guided your head to face him.

You were met face to face with him, his dark eyes peering into yours and also assessing your wet cheeks.

Both hands now went to your cheeks and his thumbs wiped over the wet mess on your skin.

He was trying to dry your tears.

“I’m sorry I hurt you.” his voice was quiet. It was a glimmer of sincerity, a splinter of sweetness.

“I didn’t even feel it.” you joked but he didn’t buy it or laugh, instead he just continued to stare into your eyes with both hands on your face.

He leaned in so slowly, head tilting slightly and his lips met yours so gently. Your eyes closed and pressed your lips harder into his.

It was a sweet kiss but it held the strength and intensity of being punched in the stomach.

Your hands came up to roam the back of his shaggy, dark hair but your mind was elsewhere.

You imagined him as an average man, your son as a normal little boy, you imagined a family. Cuddling on the couch, touching him whenever you pleased, your son being able to play with his father, your life with him would never grow dull. However, your daydreams were dashed as your hand accidentally met with a horn.

What was wrong with you? You knew these things were stupid and unattainable, he was unattainable. Although you had known this fact from the start, here you were sleeping with him again. He fucked you over so hard, he was pure evil and you knew it, but yet here you were falling for him even harder. To be fair though, was there a soul living or dead that could resist him, that ever has been able to?

You pulled away, his hands left your face.

He looked at you with wide eyes, he looked almost shocked, scared. There was some kind of very deep feeling moment between the both of you, some kind of wordless exchange of revelations.

A million things you wanted to say to him flooded your mind at this moment. There were so many things you wanted answers to ”Do you know how miserable I was? Do you know what it felt like waiting for you in fear the entire time? Do you know how much I hate not being able to hate you? Do you know how bad it hurts me seeing your face in my son’s? Do you know how badly you ruined my entire adult life? Do you know how hurtfully perfect you look? Do you know how lucky and cursed I feel all at once? Do you feel any weight for the things you've done to me and my family?” but you were too scared this moment would end, that he would never come back, that he would take your son and leave. You wanted to cry, but you pushed the entire internal war out of your mind, you boxed it all away just to not ruin this moment.

During your thoughts and your stares at one another, his face had softened and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Y/n” you realized that it was the first time he had ever spoken your name out loud, and as beautiful as it had sounded coming from his lips, you didn't want to hear it spoken so guilt filled. “I’m so sor-”

"Are you going to make me cum again or not?" You broke the silence, and he seemed thrown off for a moment. You didn't know what he was apologizing for, but you didn't want to know. Not only did you want to shut this sad moment down just to have the fun back, but something inside of you hurt to hear and see him like this.

An expression you were familiar with him having flickered onto his face, a smirk. It relieved you and set the fire in your body back alight.

He tackled you with his hands wrapped around you. You were flesh to flesh, his lips moving to the space above your breasts, sucking hard before moving onto another are.

“Dont fuck anyone else.” it wasn't sharp like his normal demands, it was almost as if he was asking you not to without making it into a real question.

You almost snorted as he continued making an army of marks that continued to trail lower and lower.

You almost snorted sarcastically.

“Then who the Hell am I supposed to fuck?”

“Me, fuck me.”

You did sarcastically laugh at this one.

“Don't laugh at me.” he said defensively before sucking a new place by your belly button.

“What? Every few years you’ll swing by and I just have to wait until then?”

“No. Are you even enjoying this anymore or have you now set your focus on calling me out?” he looked up at you with an arched brow.

“Calling you out seems more fun right now.” you were only half joking, all of that hurt hfrom earlier was now festering back up to the surface upon hearing his stupid lies.

“I told you I’d talk, and I will. Trust me.” he sat up and looked down at you.

“I’ve trusted you before and that was shitty.” you argued.

“Then why the fuck are you fucking me now? Why the fuck are you letting me mark you? Why the fuck are you telling me you belong to me?” he shot back.

“BECAUSE I WANT TO PRETEND YOU'RE NOT… NOT...I DON’T KNOW...THE ACTUAL FUCKING DEVIL!” you whisper yelled at him through clenched teeth.

He came down over you and looked you in the eyes for a moment with such a look you thought he might kill you, but instead his voice was quiet and calm.

“If you think I’m incapable of feeling then you’re wrong, you're dead wrong. If I didn’t feel, then why would I want my son? Why have I been watching him grow, watching you love and take care of him and doing my best not to interfere with your time with him. I may not be mortal but I have feelings, I have empathy. Do you understand the shit I have to see and be in charge of? Do you know what it feels like to just want something so pure in good while living in something so fucked? Watching you and our son has been the only sliver of heaven that I’ve ever been able to have.” his arms were shaking as he held himself over you. You had never seen his body show any signs of tiredness or weakness, even his wounds had healed right up. He was shaken talking about this and it was obvious.

It hit you hard. Why would he want to take him? Why did all of this just make sense?

“So please, don’t take this away from me right now. Let me make you cum again, let me just have this for a little longer and we can talk.”

You were stunned. He had felt the same way, he wanted to drag this out just as much as you did, he wanted to cherish this. The question now in the air was, if you both wanted to be together, then why couldn't you?

You yanked him by the hair, forcing his lips to collide with yours. Your tongue clashed with his split one, but it no longer surprised you or made you nervous. While little about him was normal, what was normal anyway? From the moment you saw him as he really was you had thought he was perfect, so why until now had you been wishing for him to be the man you first saw at the bar? Was it because the puzzle piece of his humanity had been missing in an otherwise perfect puzzle?

Your teeth gnashed together as if you were young, new lovers blooming with anticipation, as if you had never touched before now, despite fucking for god knows how long already.

He bit at your already sore lip you had bitten down on, but he wasn't harsh.

“I want you.” you told him meaning more than just how he took it. He reached between both of you and pushed himself into your already abused core, you winced from the ache and the sensitivity.

“Close your eyes” his voice was so quiet you almost didn't hear his instruction.

You closed them though.

“Now imagine me like you.”

“Why?” you asked.

“Humor me.”

You did, you imagined him like he was the night of the bar, like you had thought of him earlier.

“Now run your hands through my hair.”

With your eyes still closed, you felt for his hair before coming them through the soft, wavy strands. Your eyes opened just to make sure what you were feeling was correct. As you looked at his hornless head, his brown eyes looked down at you. Now you properly looked him in the eyes and now that you could see his irises, you knew now that he was looking right at you, not just at you though. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen with a small smile of amusement.

“I just wanted to have this moment with you, like you. I thought it would mean something to you to not have to look into cold, black pits.”

The man looking and speaking to you right now was not the devil, he wasn't horrible or evil but neither was the man he was before but you were yet to know why he did the things he did.

You lifted your neck this time to kiss him and his lips chased yours as you laid back onto the pillow. He once again slowly began to thrust, short breaths and quiet moans escaped you both. Your legs entangled around his hips, angling your own body so he could hit just the right place.

“Be with me.” his voice shook as he continued to thrust “I’ll do anything.” he sounded just so weak as if he were pleading.

“I’m already yours, don't pretend you don't know that.”

“Let's have a family then, I’ll stay.” he rested his forehead on top of yours, his eyes were closed, hips still moving hard cut slow as if with each powerful but passionate thrust was a chance to convince you to be with him.

“As-” you could feel yourself coming closer and struggling harder to catch your breath. “As long as you stay.” You knew it, if he went away, if you lost him tonight, nothing would ever feel this good again, you'd never feel this complete for as long as you lived.

“Let's start now on expanding.” you could see his slight smile before his voice turned serious and sultry.” want me to put another baby in you?”

“Please, fuck I’m so close.”

“Come on baby, cum for me one more time.” he picked up the pace with his hips up just a little more. “Let me get you pregnant again.”

He only thrust into you a few more times before you were coming undone underneath him.

“Fuck, I love you fuck fuck fuck.” you moaned as he also let go, burying himself deeper than he already had been.

“I love you, I love you too.” he messily kissed your lips as you felt his last few pumps slow.

Only when he had said it back did you realize you had said it at all.

You were still breathing heavily as he pulled out and laid down next you. There was silence between you, for a while as you both recovered.

"I said I would talk so here it is."

You decided to just lay there and listen to him.

"I've always known we were supposed to be together, always. There are things I just know, I can't explain it, sometimes I just know destiny and sometimes I don't until certain events happen. Ever since I became the king of hell I've always known that eventually there would be one woman that would bring me to my knees. They call her Lilith, although that's not her name just as satan, the devil, whatever, isn't mine. There have been stories and mythology written about you that just aren't true, much like everything else in my life. When I met your mother, I knew I was fucked. So I stopped you from being able to conceive, how was I supposed to know I was only helping destiny along? When you summoned me I was nervous, although curious as to what you would be like, I never watched you until you began to work on summoning me. I developed a plan. I thought if I just gave you what you wanted and then took it away from you then you would hate me, you would never want to see me again, but yet again I plated into destiny. The moment I saw my son… when I watched you care for him and love him, I-I felt this longing. I wanted to hold him, I wanted to be with you both. I kept my distance and fought against the urge to just drop in and tell you how I felt. I resented you for the power you held over me, but at the same time I wanted to give you your space and let you have your time with him. I was still going to take him but at that point it was out of love. I knew you were still angry with me anyway, rightfully so, I also thought… that you couldn't love someone like me anyway, you were better off with a mortal and I wanted to let you live your life. I watched your pathetic attempts to protect our son from me, at least you thought you were only trying to protect him. You're a good mother, just like yours was. When our son was really little I used to sneak into his nursery and just hold him and stare at him, I could see you in him. The point where I knew I had to step in was the priest. Not only did he treat my son like his, not only did you fuck him and make me jealous but-"

He abruptly wet quiet just as the anger in his voice seemed to pick up.

"I'm sorry." You replied.

"It's not that, it's not any of that that makes me hate him, it's not my jealousy." He still didn't say what it was, but instead he got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" You sat straight up.

"I'm going to shower if that's okay." He replied as he shuffled for the bathroom attached to your room.

"Sure." He was already in there by the time you uttered out your dumbstruck reply.

He had said he would stay, you don't know why him doing average things in your home just astounded you.

You laid back in the bed with the reassurance of him planning to stay and you thought about it all.

At first you asked yourself what your mother would think of this, what she would say. Maybe if she knew everything that he had just told you she simply wouldn't say anything at all. She had been able to love the devil's son and see him for just the little boy he really was, so maybe she would've done the same for the devil himself had she really known him.

You were beginning to feel uncomfortable with the stickiness of his speed leaking out and smearing all over your thighs.

Some part of you was nervous to go into the bathroom with him showering in there, but it was your house.

You ran to the bathroom as fast as it could to keep the cum from dripping everywhere and making a mess on the floor.

You paused as you caught a glimpse of his silhouette through the shower curtain.

His horns had returned, but you didn't look at him as much as his overall shape, you could help your staring.

"I hear your heart again, are you looking at me?" He chuckled and your eyes went wide with the horror of being caught.

"I…"

"Do you want in here with me?"

"...y-yes?"

"Get in, I promise to just let you shower, no funny business." He offered.

He kept his word though, he did his own thing in the shower and so did you. He did look jarringly beautiful with the water beading on his tattooed skin and muscles, but you didn't know how much more your body could physically handle of him so you kept your hands to yourself.

He got out of the shower before you, you were a little concerned at the silence so you got out soon after.

You found a fresh towel and pajamas waiting for you on the bathroom sink so you quickly dressed.

He just sat there in a white t-shirt and black sweat pants at the foot of your bed. His head was down and he looked to be in deep thought as he stared at the floor. He looked a little sad.

"Have you seen him since you've been here?" You asked curiously, making him finally look up and shake his head.

"Would you like to?"

He seemed shocked by your offer.

"I wouldn't want to wake him…"

"It's alright, he's a good sleeper, he'll go back to bed… if you want to that is."

"I really really want to, I haven't seen him person to person since he was a newborn."

You led him down the hall and pushed open your son's cracked bedroom door.

His night light dimly lit the form of his little body snuggled in his toddler sized bed.

You let his father take a few apprehensive steps into the room, slowly approaching him before he knelt on the floor by the bed.

You just looked on at the little moment.

He gently pushed his son's shaggy hair from his sleeping face, but caused him to stir.

"Daddy?" You heard your son's sleepy voice ask. You had no idea how he knew it was his father, and from the look on his father's face, neither did he.

"Hey buddy."

Your son sat up and threw his arms around his father's neck, who promptly picked him up and stood. He wrapped his arms around the little boy, holding him close.

"How did you know it was me?"

Your son unwrapped his arms from his father and looked at his face.

You saw his lips begin to quiver and his eyes fill with tears as he started to break down.

"Oh no." You whispered as you saw your boy stare at the horns on his father's head.

"Your horns are scaring him." You whispered.

Your son patted the top of his own head as he sobbed in his father's arms.

"Me too, I too."

"Oh." You said as you realized that your son was answering his dad.

"You have them too? That's how you knew, huh?"

Your son nodded to his father and began to cry harder. His dad pulled him back into his body, lightly shushing him and patting his back. He buried his head in the little boy's hair much like you had the day in your car after he was horrifically baptized.

The moment hit you like a train.

He had missed his father all this time, and you had no idea.

"you know I'm always with you, right? You and mommy both."

Your son nodded into his father's neck, soaking his shirt with tears although his father didn't seem to mind at all.

"I know you hear me sometimes. You know I'm here."

Your son pulled away from him again to look at him.

"Daddy-" his words were cut off by upset hiccups from crying so hard "no leave."

"I'm not. I'll stay, I promise."

His father knelt back down on the floor and attempted to lay the boy back in his bed, but his little hands stayed locked around him.

"I'll be here when you wake up, and all of the rest of the days when you wake up from now on, you can let go, I'll be right here."

Your son finally relinquished his hold on his father who pushed more hair from his son's face.

"And mommy?" Your son's eyes look at you now.

"Mommy has always been here, silly." His father then spoke something in a strange language, it might've been the one from your dream after your son was born.

Your son gave his father a nod not just as if he understood, but he did understand this very strange language. You had never heard your son speak it, and you had no idea that he even knew a whole other language, until he spoke it back to his father.

He sat there knelt beside his son's bed until he drifted off to sleep. You watched as he gave him a kiss on his forehead before standing and turning to face you.

You walked into the hall and closed your son's bedroom door when he looked at you with a look of concern.

"There's still more I have to tell you, it's the most important thing."

"You're going to have to trust me, okay?" He asked from his seat on the sofa beside you. "There are things I know and things I don't, you have the power to change destiny, and right now what I'm seeing is someone is going to try to take you away from us, from your family."

"Okay," you tried to patiently follow, ready for him to say anything.

"Namjoon is going to kill you."

"Why's he going to kill me?"

"I had this deal with his whore grandmother… she wasn't happy with it, it wasn't my fault. It's not my fault mortals are idiots."

"Hey." You firmly snapped at him.

"It's just what I do, I teach lessons. Anyway, I believe Namjoon is going to hurt you and maybe even our son. He can't physically harm me, I'm immortal, but he can hurt the things I care about. Unfortunately, I can't kill him either, I can't kill humans, God's rules. So I can't stop him, there's nothing I can do but pass this to you. It doesn't matter what you do, Namjoon will hunt you down."

"Okay." You simply just sat there looking calm on the outside but terrified on the inside.

"So, y/n… I think it's kill or be killed in this case. If you die, I'm not sure how much I can do to protect our son but take him with me…"

To hell was what he meant.

You let out a sigh as you stared at the floor and scraped together some kind of plan.

"Take my soul." You offered.

"Why?"

"In case something happens to me, take my soul." You were sure of your decision.

"I'm not taking your soul." He declined.

"Why?" It was your turn now to ask.

"Do you want to go to hell? Do you realize how many eternities you would be tortured down there before I ever found you?"

"No." You answered both questions and seemed less sure of your offer now.

"I'm not taking your soul. Our son could come and go with me because he has that power, but you, a pure mortal… you would be in more pain than you could ever imagine."

"But if I killed a man… wouldn't I go anyway?" You pointed out.

"Not if it was out of self defense for you and your family."

"What the fuck am I saying?! I can't kill father Namjoon!" You realized.

"Y/n, I know he's going to kill you, and I don't want to lose you, I'd do anything not to lose you. What about our son? What about our second child?"

Your mouth dropped open.

"Second child? It-we…?"

"It's not just you living in that mortal body anymore. I know, just like I did the moment I gave you our son. You have to live, you have to do this, you have to trust me." He reached for your hand and threaded his fingers through yours. "I love you and I need you here with us."

"How do I do it?" You gave in.

You were terrified as the phone rang.

You had just left your son with the babysitter and you sat in your car. You were alone but you felt him near you.

"Hey!" Namjoon's voice came through cheerfully and it made you feel sick.

"Hey, I'm not doing so great tonight. Everything is a bit heavy and I kind of want some fresh air. Would you go for a walk with me at the park? I know it's late but…"

"Of course. The one closest to where you live, right? I'll meet you there in a few."

You thanked him before hanging up.

"I'm sorry you have to do this." He appeared right beside you in the passenger's seat now, but you didn't look at him, instead you spaced out while looking out the window at the dark park. You were nervous, you were trying to ready yourself, you were trying to wrap your head around this situation.

"What happens after? What do I do right after?" You asked.

"I'll take care of everything. No one will know." The grim thought of what that entailed was shadowed by reassurance of only having one task to do. "You just wait in the car, I'll drive us home. I'll take care of you."

"What if he sees this opportunity to kill me like I do with him?" You asked with your hands shaking in your lap.

"I think he would wait for a moment when our son is with you, pick you off at the same time."

Your mouth was dry, but you still tried to swallow down the weight of his words.

"But what if I die? You said you don't know all things." You continued to think your worries out loud.

"I also said people can change destiny, they do it all the time."

"You haven't been able to." Your point made him go silent a moment. It was true, he had been fighting against his destiny with you since before you were born only to end up with you.

"Part of me didn't want to change it, even if I hated it at first. I've always wanted you. The first time I saw you I knew I wouldn't be able to stay away from you. The first time you saw me, I just wanted you to look at me that way forever, I didn't care about anything anymore and that was scary. You're my Lilith, my eternal soulmate, there was never any fighting you. There's nothing more powerful than what we have, not me, not god himself."

"What if you're tricking me?" You asked abruptly.

"You really think I would?" His voice sounded hurt and you could feel him looking at you as you said nothing "of course you do, of course you'd think that after what I've done and because of who I am." His voice was soft now like he had accepted that option "I wish I could take back what I did to you, everything I've done to you. I wish I never would've made that deal with your mother, I wish you would've had a family with a normal man, a normal life… what have I done?"

"Like you said" you sighed "it was supposed to happen anyway, it's not all on you. I've suffered for you, and now I'm going to kill for you. Would I be doing that- any of this if I really thought you were tricking me?" You admitted. "Maybe I'm just blinded by you, so in love with you and wanting a family with you that I can't see anything else, you're the devil, it's probably what you do, but what other option do I have anyway?"

"We could go home." He offered softly. "We could have our family and play pretend until it's ripped away." You could hear him swallow louder than his soft words."Then I'll have nothing, but at least I would've had everything for just a fraction of a moment in my eternal life."

"I'm not going to live forever anyway you know, our son might, but I'm human. I die, and when I do I'm destined to be tortured in hell for eternity."

"You're not going to hell."

"How do you know?" You asked partially out of curiosity "I'm in love with Satan, I bare his mark, I bared his child. How much more sinful can I be? You can't sit there and tell me Satan's soulmate is going to heaven."

"God has never let me have anything. If he decides it's your destiny and your time to go, if you're taken from me and I can't have you in life, he's not going to let me have you in death." He explained.

You sat there thinking about what he said and came to the very real conclusion that you were most likely going to die tonight. God wouldn't let him have you, he had already seen that Namjoon would kill you, you were going to die.

Your eyes began to fill with tears as everything finally began to sink in.

"Please take care of our son."

"Don't." He snapped at you "Don't you say that shit like I'm going to lose you."

You began to sob, you weren't listening to him.

"You're going to go out there and fuck him up and that's going to be the end of it." His voice was stern, but you were falling apart. You let your head fall onto the steering wheel.

"Why wont you just take my fucking soul?!" You cried in despair and frustration "you have every single fucking thing in my life but that, just take it god damn it! Take it and let me burn until you find me. I will obviously go through anything for you and our son at this point. Just fucking take it."

"You don't deserve it. I don't deserve you, okay? I've fucking destroyed your life, I'm not dragging this into the timeless afterlife, no matter how badly it hurts. We have one single shot, and this is it. I'm fucking horrible, I'm the worst of the absolute worst, but there’s no way I'm going to be that selfish to let you rot in hell because of me."

"Please?" Your voice was a desperate squeak as you finally turned to him. "Fuck." You uttered at what you saw.

There was a dark liquid running from his pitch black eyes and down his cheeks.

"Is-is that fucking blood? Are you crying blood?"

You watched as it pooled at his chin and dropped onto his white shirt.

"Please do everything you can tonight." He ignored your question and begged you.

If you had a doubt that he loved you before, you didn't now. You watched as he closed his eyes.

"God," he began, he didn't seem as though he was talking to you at all "just let me have this, please? I'll do anything. Just let me have my family."

The dark car was suddenly illuminated by headlights coming from behind. You turned to see a car pulling into the parking lot.

"I'll be with you." He spoke as Namjoon parked beside your car.

The passenger's seat was empty when you looked back.

This was it.

You felt for the pocket knife you had put in your pocket upon leaving the house and your adrenaline began to rush through your body.

You willed your weak legs to get out of the car.

You forced a half-hearted smile but did your best not to look him in the eyes.

It was quiet at first as you both started down the dark trail.

"Don't get offended, but you look terrible."

You hadn't slept since you had gotten your mission yesterday night, your mind felt fried and stressed and tired.

"It's been hard." You were honest about how you felt.

"Why is your lip bruised? Did you get hit?" He pried as you thought back to how hard you had bit it the other night.

"No, I did it, by accident." Although it was the truth, you wouldn't have believed it either with the way you had said it.

"Are-are you seeing anyone? It's been a few days since we talked and-"

"No." You lied quickly.

"If there's anything I can do to help you or your son… I know things are still rough for you…"

"We'll be okay."

He gave you a strange look.

"You're not still worried about… him?" You could hear the suspension in Namjoon's voice and you knew you had to say something to extinguish it for now.

"I am, I just don't know what's left to do, I feel so hopeless." You said as you saw the path begin to lead into a more wooded area ahead.

"Don't you feel him right now?" Namjoon asked.

"He's always just… around, I'm used to it. Maybe it's just me at this point."

"What's that on your neck?" He reached out to see.

You had to do it now, you felt like your mark had given you away.

You stepped back out of his grasp as you quickly took the knife from your pocket and flipped it open. You didn't know if he had time to see it or not before you lunged at him.

He had put his hands up to stop you but the force you had come at him sent him toppling backward.

You went to plunge the knife into his neck only to feel his hand around your wrist stopping you.

He yelled for help but there wasn't another soul at the park, you had been here awhile waiting, you would know.

You used your other hand to help overpower him, but he was still stronger even with all of this adrenaline and chemicals coursing through your body, even with the image of your family in your mind.

"Stop!" Namjoon yelled at you, but this was too far gone to stop now, your mind was already made up. You knew that if you stopped now then you would be the one who died.

Your arms were beginning to grow tired and your strength was weakening and because of that he was able to shift the point of the knife towards you.

In one last burst of strength you tried to switch the knife's direction back towards him but your muscles just gave out.

You didn't feel the pain of the plunge into your chest at first, but you felt the crack of your ribs at the sheer force. You were in shock, it didn't feel at all like you had just been stabbed. You let go of Namjoon and rolled over onto the cool grass as you tried to process everything.

You could hear Namjoon panicking, sitting over you, trying to help you, it was confusing.

Why was he trying to help you? He wanted you dead.

"Please? Where are you?" You choked out. It was hard to breathe, you felt like you were drowning as you looked up at the stars.

"Get away from her." It was the only voice you wanted to hear, it had brought you some kind of peace.

You saw Namjoon look at something with wide eyes before leaving your line of vision. His quick footsteps on the ground you lay on got further and further away.

You continued to choke and gasp.

Jungkook watched in the distance as the knife was turned on you and the blade disappeared in your chest.

It hadn't hurt until now. It was as if you were his voodoo doll. He had never felt pain before, but once he felt the sting, he knew exactly what it was, although his pain came from the inside. Until now he had been watching coldly, waiting for this to happen, knowing you would die.

You had to die, there was no other way you'd let him have his son, there was no way you'd let your son end this world. You were too compassionate, too human, too emotional. You were all the things Jungkook never thought he was. Perhaps you completed him in many ways he only was now able to realize.

He was able to fool you so well, tell you all the sweet things you needed to hear to lead you to your own demise. But why did it only now hurt him? Had it been so easy to lie to you because maybe somewhere deep down in his unbeating heart he knew that maybe you really were the one? He felt as though that as you laid there dying, that you were forcing your most human parts into him, you were cursing him.

He had never actually thought you were his Lilith, his soulmate, not until now as he watched you bleeding out and physically felt it. He felt the weight of every sweet thing and lie he had ever told you pressing on his chest. Your face, the sweet moments, holding you, the guilt of never telling you his name, everything flashed before him. He wondered for a moment if he was dying too.

"I have given you a gift, the gift to feel.Your heart is broken, child. Go to her, be with her in her last breaths before I bring her home."

It wasn't even a voice that Jungkook heard, but it wasn't in his head either. He knew who was speaking to him. He suddenly felt enraged. He wasn't going to let God take you away from him.

"Get away from her." Jungkook boomed making the silly mortal that was panicking over you run at the sight and power of his voice.

Jungkook knelt down beside you and watched as the blood flowed from the corners of your mouth and tears streamed from your eyes.

"He's not going to take you from me! God damn it! Please don't take her!" Jungkook knew you wouldn't go to hell, god himself had said so. You did nothing wrong, you had been fooled by him just like Eve had been, and Eve still went to heaven when she died. He would never see you again and it hit him harder than anything ever had before.

Jungkook lifted his hand, the one he hadn't unknowingly slipped through your fingers, and produced a flame which gave way to a scroll of paper.

He pulled you into his lap as you continued to choke. He put your hand to your wound and dipped your fingers into your blood.

"It's okay, it's going to be fine, please just sign it, you have to move, sign it." He let go of your hand but it was limp. There was no more choking, only a faint rattling coming from you now.

"Please please just sign the paper." He begged. "I'm so sorry, I was wrong, I did this and I'm so sorry. It hurts so badly, sign the paper, I need your soul, I need to find you."

Silence.

There was no hummingbird heartbeat, there was no heartbeat at all as he looked into your empty eyes that still looked back at him. Your body lay in his lap with the mark he had given you, but you were gone.

“But I love you...” it was the first time in his existence that he had said it and meant it. You had never known he didn't mean it, you had never known everything he did was a lie, maybe it was best that way. Despite not feeling any of it before, he felt it now, all at once. If he could do it all over again just to mean it, just to experience those feelings along with you he would. He would have held you longer, cried more, he wouldn't have ever let you do this, he wouldn't have fed you those dreams and lies and he would have protected you. Namjoon never wanted to hurt you.

All Jungkook wanted to do now was hold you, so he did until you grew cold. It wasn't fair he only got to feel this after you were gone as punishment. He wanted to go back, he wanted to start over, but it was too late. What kind of cruel god would gift him with his now?

His chest continued to sting, as his anger continued to fester. He hated everything, God, Namjoon, himself, this horrible fucking mortal world.

He was going to burn it all. He never wanted to make another deal with any human ever again.

Whilst he couldn't touch these stupid fucking humans, his son could, he was half human.

This wasn't supposed to happen for another few years. He didn't think his son was old enough just yet, but it would have to do, he was still naive enough to destroy humanity on his father's command. All he had to do was show his son what he was capable of, fill him with rage for his dead mother, and watch the world burn. All Jungkook knew was fire and destruction, now his son could learn as well, both of them with a bitterness in their hearts.

Jungkook let out a loud scream of anger and frustration and all of these new feelings that he didn't want that felt like they were internally ripping him apart.

The entire park was sent up in flames, including your body.

The end was coming early for this world, it was over. He was going to destroy every last one of God's precious creations for making him feel like this.

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"Simple.. I'll make you my Aphrodite..~"

Demon Tanjiro x Fem! Reader.

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Sypnosis ♡ 〃⌇ ~ You're out picking berries as usual, when you hear a wounded groaning in the darkness of a steep side cliff. You notice piercing eyes on you, calling you over. You drop your basket, and walk over to a bleeding demon.. Seeing that it's starting to faint. It's against oath to bring a demon into your sworn house, but you feel needed.. What will you do?

Warnings! ♡ 〃⌇~ NSFW, Angst-ish. Demon Tanjiro. Blood. Yelling. Murder. Degrading, pet names such as "Aphrodite" or "Good girl". Mentions of killing, and murders. Corruption kink. Breeding. Curious Tanjiro.. (Underwear stealing) . Whimsmical smut. Pregnancy.

Word count ! ~ 3.2k!

You didn't know it would feel so good to be bad. You wanted to feel more of the wickedness course through you like your own blood. You loved the feeling. And you weren't going back.

For him, it felt so good to corrupt such a good girl. His seed, claiming and wondering where it wants, filling you with his territory. He enjoyed it. So much. So much that he didn't want to go back. You were a human. Now his human. Now, and forever.

It was still on the brink of day-break before the sun came up. You could hear the wind whistle through the trees, echoing across every trunk, and branch. You slid your shoes on, alerting your parents and grandparents that you were heading out for your daily search. Since you were a little girl, you would go and pick berries near the steep hill undersides where they grew. It was a strange place, but the berries were always there. You finally reached the spot you had noticed the day before, hearing and eery groaning inching closer with every step you took.

You crept closer, spotting piercing burgundy-reddish eyes, staring at you from the dark steep-ness. The eyes looked weak. And the scent of blood lingered. You went closer, and the creature softly growled, still adapting to your scent. You bent down, coming in eye contact with the creature. His fangs were stained, and his nails sharp as blades. You put your hand on top of the creature's forehead, revealing to your warm hand that it was shivering. You held the hand softly, leaning in closer to the figure.

This figure had been handsome. Red hair with burgundy tips, soft but also firm skin that combed his flesh nicely. He just looked a little lost. You examined the marks on his body, trying not to stare. Back at home, you had herbs, and all the right kinds of medicine. But it was against any way, shape or form. To bring a demon of any sort into your home with your family.

It'll only be for a few days. Then I'll release him. You thought, reaching your other hand out towards the creature. He grabbed it, hissing at the sting of the beaming sunlight inflicting on his arm. He jerked his hand back into the darkness, tempting to nip at you. Right, demons couldn't go in sunlight. You wrapped the blanket you had in the basket around him, making him inch under you closer. The demon wrapped around your waist, making you yelp a little from his tight grasp.

You pat his head, getting up slowly. You noticed he shrunked to fit in the size of the blanket. He was Carry size. But you had to be carful, he was still wild. Only calm for a second, before tumbling and struggling in the blanket. Panicking, you put the wild sheet in the basket, then it finally held still, and calmed down.

You reached you and your family's shared shrine with the shuffling basket. Shhh.. We're almost there. Quiet a little more time.

You told him, Sneaking to your part of the shrine. Finally reaching it, you hurried your door shut, and slipping off your slides. The boy crawls out of the basket, running into the corner. You grab the basket, throwing it to the side.

You give Tanjiro a side look, and walk to your bathroom, searching for the correct herbs and such to help him. Tanjiro looks at you walking away, and huffs. For a stinging reason, he didn't want you to walk away from him. When he hears cluttering, he barely follows, stumbling over. You notice, and just decide to slide the things over, and dress his wounds.

He winces and hisses at the burning from the herbs, and stitches. He clasps his fist, wanting to bang it, so you give him your hand to hold. He squeezes it at first, but realizes how soft and warm it feels. He calms his arms, refraining from moving around so much. "Do you have a name?" You asked him, going a bit slower. He gulped. It looked as if he was trying to answer, but was struggling. You did a method around his throat to help him talk, and his breathing got better.

"T..Tanjiro Ka..mado." He tells you, with a kinda scratchy but calm voice. "Why.. human?" He asks, looking over at you. You gave him a warm smile, and tried to think of a response. "Well.. It's always nice to help someone. If someone you were worried about was lying down hurt.. Wouldn't you strike for help? Everyone deserves some type of care." You told him. "I didn't think it would be right for you to die under a rock like that, wouldn't you agree? You at least need a proper death. Not a sided one, Mr Kamado."

His eyes widened at you slowly, taking in your gentle feature. He made sure to memorize every thing he liked.. Mostly everything. Your soft gentle looking lips, your cute cheeks.. Your breathtaking eye-color that he wanted to stare into for the hundreds of years he had left. No. She's a human. You're the demon heir, with a new-coming wife at your side in day's time. "I must leave.. There's a place I have to be.."

You gave him a look. If this place involved him ending up under another rock, he was going to die for sure. He attempted to sit up, but you looked him in the eye, with a look that said.. Lye down, Now. Tanjiro hesistated before attempting to get up again, when you gave him a smile that broke his pride. "Lay down, Tanjiro Kamado." You ordered him, making him lay back down.

Tanjiro blushed, looking away. He found your firmness quite charming. He could admit.. He liked a woman with her own sense, and her own will. Not a sheered sacrified daughter from an heired demonic kingdom. You smiled at him, at pat his head, making his pride flutter about even more. He hated the fact he enjoyed such company of a human. How he wanted you to humor him more. But he loved it.. questioning why a human's company is so much more delight then a demon's.

You walked away, leaving Tanjiro bored. He felt the need to call you, but he thought him begging for a human's attention was horrendous. If anything.. you were to beg for him. You slipped your slides back on, getting ready to leave out. Tanjiro looked your way, and was a little shocked. "Where are you seeking out to, Human?" He asked, sitting all the way up.

"Hm.. it's Y/n, Mister Charming. And where I go, you don't follow. I trust that you will stay here, right helpless little demon?~" You teased, giggling at him. He blushed, watching how your body manuevered. "I'm not helpless.. Miss Aphrodite." He blushed looking away. "Who? Mister Charming?" You asked, getting ready to leave out.

"A supported demoness." He gave you an answer. You stuck your tongue out a little, and mouthed Gross to Tanjiro. He wanted to smirk, and say "You're better looking and acting than any demon girl down there, Y/n." You were halfway out of the door, when you paused and said.. "I'll never be an Aphrodite, mister charming." He gave you a laugh. "Whatever you say, Miss Good girl. Now.. I suppose I can take a cleanse, can't I?" You nod at him finally closing the door.

You open the door, sitting the baskets on the floor. When you flick your lantern, a naked Tanjiro appeared, rotating his toned arm back and forth. You flushed, dropping the clothes you bought for him on the floor. "Is that for me? Why thank you, Miss Deity. I'd perfer if you'd hand them to me in person.. Than to drop them on the floor, no?"

You blushed, picking up the clothes hurrily, then shove the clothes in his arms. "Thank you, Lovely." He told you, leaning in closer. You nod him and okay, and run to another room until he's finished. "I'm finished now, Miss Diety." He calls you back, tying his Kimono. You walk back in, nervous. His toned and slightly wet body parts still flashing in your mind, causing you to blush. He really was charming.. you thought to yourself, trying not to seem suspicious. You changed your clothes, sighing and going back into the room

Tanjiro went back into the bathroom, then came out to you laying down."Hey, Miss Y/n." He called you, holding something in his hand. "These are very.. Lacy, No?" He said, holding up your black and laced underwear. You rushed over to him, and snatched them out of his hand. He replied with a "What? You left them out. And they felt warm.. Wait-" He started to cackle. "Were those the same ones you were wearing when you walked in on me? Ooh? Did someone get the hot thoughts..?~ That isn't very good of you.. Miss Aphrodite!~"

You flushed, and pushed him away. "No.. I didn't. And I told you.. I'm not your Aphrodite." You shot back, rolling your eyes. He gripped your arm, stopping you from running away. "Simple.. I'll make you my Aphrodite..~" He smirked, pulling you against the wall. "I'll breed you real nice!~" He laughed, moving your kimono up your legs. You whined at his hands moving up your thighs slowly. "Is it wrong that I'm doing this with a human? About to make her my sweet little demoness?~" He smirked against your neck, sinking his fangs into it softly.

You wince at the pleasureable pain he made in your neck, and bring him in for a heated kiss. The kiss gets sloppy when Tanjiro slides his tongue in your mouth, cutting some more of your air. He gets impatient, but intertwines your hands with his. "I may be rough.. But I'll still take care of you. Now.. tell your Demon king that you want him to fuck you, yeah?"

You mumble.. Not wanting to give in. A grin spreads across his face. "I didn't hear you. C'mon Good girl~ Let your king hear you beg for him to swell you up with his kids. To be bred.. Like nobody's ever been bred before." He covered your neck in peppery kisses, kissing down to your waist. He enojoyed every taste, under your kimono, kissing your sweet soft skin. He paused at the new underwear you had on. And ripped the fabric off, making you yelp.

"Shhh.. quiet now~ Your family will hear." He hushed you, sticking a finger in your heat. The feel of one finger made you lower back arch. You loved the feeling, sounds escaping your lips frequently was like music to his ears. Making him pump in and out of you faster every breath he took. You came on his finger, and you felt his warm tongue exploring all those bits. His tongue slipped inside you, making you whimper a bit.

Tanjiro groaned. The lust in his body growing more and more to fill you up with himself growing by the second. His tongue explored deeper, with your legs now around his head, causing his tongue to go deeper inside of you. Your whines grew louder at the feeling of his wild tongue coursing through your heat. You gave him signals hat you were close to your second climax, and he pulled his tongue out right at your about to be release.

You felt him smirk, and move from under your now slightly soaked kimono. He lifted his head up from your spread legs, now looking at you. His eyes filled with lust, asking for permission to ravage every inch in your body. You were at his mercy. " 'M.. Stuff me, Tanjiro-kun!" You told him, until he broke. He ripped off the bottom of your Kimono, and teased your enterance slightly.

You rushed, switching positions. You pushed him over, now on top of his crotch, grinding on him. You pull out his throbbing length, letting your heat sink onto it. It was very big. You couldn't help but let out the most lewdest noise that made Tanjiro hungrier for you. He flipped you over, still inside you and thrusted hardly. His length already kissing your g-spot.

You pumped your hips onto his, causing the both of you to speed up, getting sloppier. Tanjiro didn't want to stop. He was going to spray into you until he couldn't anymore. Too him, it felt so good to corrupt such a good girl. His seed, claiming and wondering where it wants, filling you with his territory. He enjoyed it. So much. So much that he didn't want to go back. You were a human. Now his human. Now, and forever.

You bounced faster and faster on his length, losing yourself. You started seeing white dots, and your whinces grew louder as you dig uour nails into his back. You didn't know it would feel so good to be bad. You wanted to feel more of the wickedness course through you like your own blood. You loved the feeling. And you weren't going back. You didn't want to. You wanted it. You wanted Tanjiro. And the gods know.. He wanted you.

This had went on for 5 rounds straight. Tanjiro had filled your womb until your crevice went numb. You couldn't feel your waist anymore. All you felt was the tingling and Tanjiro shoving his member so fast, it went deeper every thrust. He slowed down, reaching his 6th and final climax. Spreading your legs farther apart to get a deeper angle than before, he started spraying your womb with his juices.

He pulled out of you, watching you slowly adjust to being somewhat empty again. He kissed your collarbone, leaving a mark with his fangs. "That was fun, wasn't it Good girl? I told you.. I'd make you my Aphrodite." He said, kissing you. "You stuffed me 6 times.. Was the first 2 not enough?" You ask him, laying on his side. "Well.. Now you know I claimed you 6 times." He smiled, rubbing your stomach with his palm. "They should come really soon.."

"How soon?" You ask, putting your hand on top of his. He held your hand, and kissed your neck. "Give them 3 weeks." You both feel asleep, not aware of how late it was.

In the morning, you were able to move. Tanjiro admired your will, but still picked you up anyway, and started kissing you. You laugh, and sit back up. You're on the side of Tanjiro getting dressed, when you realizes he still has to leave. "What's on your mind, lovely?" He asks, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Do you.. still want to go?" You ask, looking at him in the reflection. He sighed, burying his face into your neck. "I have too. But I don't want too." He says, taking in your scent.

"Will you visit me.. and the kid?" You rub his head, pulling him into a hug. "Yes lovely. I'll even send my doctor here the day you're due." He adds, kissing you.

You whine when Tanjiro pulls away from you, and closes the door. He'd be back in exactly 3 days. It had been 2 1/2 weeks since the breed. You were excited, but also scared. You hadn't went through child birth before. But you were about to give birth to a half-demon child. So you were even more afraid. But you knew everything would be ok.

You looked in your mirror. There wasn't much of a change. You didn't get any bigger. The child didn't eat much, but you can tell it grew. It kicked softly everyday, and moved around a little. You put your shirt back down, and heard the footsteps of someone around your door. You open it to find your mother sneaking around. "Everything ok, Mom?" You asks, covering a mark on your neck. She looks at you, and clears her throat. "Yes, Yes. It's just the Manwife is coming soon is all. He's out a picking for his new wife this season. Let me see.. His Spring wife!"

You gasp, and put your hand on your stomach. "That's right.. He's doing our ward, isn't he?" You sigh, losing hope. "That's for sure. Now.. I have to make sure that the yard is in top shape. And- Change out of those big clothes. They look like they're for some boy."

You laugh as she walks away. It is from some boy, Mom. You thought to yourself, snuggling in Tanjiro's shirt. You close your door, sighing. You were bored. Wondering what Tanjiro was doing.

Tanjiro's POV ! ~

Tanjiro was going through sheer boredom. Explaining to the king and queen how he's already found the one he wants to love, and how some built-up bitch whore, who has no sheer will for herself, counts as a wife. But when he wasn't arguing with them. all that was on his mind was you. The way you would yawn before falling asleep. The type of berries you would pick. Your favorite berries.. The berries you sought out for when you and him met.

He had snuck your blanket. The same light cyan blanket that you wrapped him in that day. He loved it. He was planning to wrap himself in it. Until his trusted door-guard walked in. Tanjiro stuffed the blanket back, going back to normal. "Yes, Mister Grady?" In all honesty, since Tanjiro only trusted Grady, the kind and queen snuck him in, to try and get intel on who you were. "Tell me, Son. Why so hung up on another woman, when you can have so many?" Grady asked. "She isn't just a woman. She's my woman. And she deserves love and Respect. I'm marrying her, because I love her."

Grady felt horrible, regretting this. "Who might this mighty lady be, Sire?" Tanjiro spazzed. He nearly could've went to see you then and there when he pictured you in his head. "She's human!" Grady gasped, regretting this. He evantually broke the conversation with a light excuse, and left to tell the king and queen.

Y/n's POV ! ~

It had been 2 days. You knew today was happening. The baby was coming. And so was so many other things. You felt your breath shortening, but getting heavier as soon as you woke up. Tanjiro was nowhere to be found. You clutched the pillow, closing your eyes. When you opened them Tanjiro's doctor was on the side of you. Helping you with everything, slowing it down. This was good and everything, but you wanted to see Tanjiro.

Tanjiro was being held back by guards from crossing back over to your humanity side. He felt his baby coming, and was getting angrier by the milliesecond. The king and queen were coming after you. To 1, kill you and take the baby.. Or 2, kill you and take the baby.

You had been pushing the baby, you were halfway done. When you thought of Tanjiro, the baby came faster, making you panic. The doctor told you to relax, and that Tanjiro would be there soon.

Tanjiro had broken free, making his way to the gate. He had gotten through, running through the wormhole as fat as he could to reach you. He couldn't let you die. You were going to live. He kept thinking, finally reaching your shrine.

Your family was dead. They stupidly challenged the demon family and got slaughtered. The only ones that were left, were you and the boy the doctoe helped you deliver. You clutched onto the boy in your arms, with barely any strength in you. The family had lost patience.

"Wait!" Tanjiro yelled, running up. "I can't let you-"

Slice.

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