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heliiacus · 2 months

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dopamine rush

tags: armin x reader, fingering, semi-public sex, (technically empty) library sex, reader has implied ADHD, studying together, reader uses she/her pronouns

warnings: sexual content, MDNI

words: 3.2k

★Oh, but you know this one. A bad habit of studying late into the night with your study partner is never truly a bad one, right? What could ever go wrong, sans the little lack of sleep? Surely, your good grades speak for it.

★ Until one night when you are crunching, until one night when you can't focus; until the moment your impassive study partner offers to get you off in order to help you study more.

★ Spoiler alert: Armin Arlert is not impassive, neither is he cool, and neither is he as indifferent about this predicament as he first pretends to be.

To his credit, Armin only seems to lose his composure with her on her third indignant launch of the pen across the table.

It was an accident. Really, it was.

"Are you having trouble focusing?" He asks, even and calm, but when she turns to him, she sees the tell-tale spark in his eyes, staring her down with an equal indignation that her pen must now be feeling. Fiery in its nature, it is short-lived, and soon Armin sighs, the tension leaving his shoulders just as quick as it had settled into them.

"I'm sorry," she offers, smiling sheepishly when he stands to take her pen. "I'm so stressed about this exam that I can't even focus on it anymore," she admits, and then reaches her hand out to take her pen.

His eyes meet hers when he hands it over. His hand curls around her fingers, pressing them into a fist around the pen.

"I know," he says, sitting down, and then she watches as he exhales heavily, closing his laptop without another word. "I didn't mean to snap," he tells her quietly, turning to look at her again. "Let's take a break?"

"I don't know if it will help, but let's," she says, and her eyes linger on the document in front of her before her laptop flickers into a blackness. "Studying past midnight was a mistake."

"It was your idea," Armin says as he leans his chin on his hand, and she can't help but return the coyness in his smile.

"Look here, Mr. Smugness," she points her pen at him. "It usually is a good idea."

"Mhmm," he hums, the note dragging, and his eyes squint as he grins at her. "And it's not tonight, because?"

She sighs then, letting the pen roll onto the table. "Fuck knows," she admits, then leans backwards, letting her head rest on the back of the chair. "My focus has a mind of its own. Usually, adrenaline helps, what with the dopamine, you know?" Armin nods at her, following her and leaning his head on his chair, too. "But I think I'm too in my head to focus now."

Armin takes a moment before he replies, watching her wordlessly. It is unnerving, in a way; sitting across him at night, alone in a large building. Not another soul can be seen in the library with them, and though she has been alone with Armin before, this time feels... Different.

Perhaps she is tired, she thinks.

Perhaps it is the way he watches her, now: observing her in a way she has not noticed before, his large, warm eyes following the shifting of her body, as if she were inscrutable to him. Or perhaps the opposite.

"But you'll do fine. You do know that, right?" He finally asks, snapping her back to him, and though the anxiety sticks to her, she feels pleased at how assured he sounds when he says so.

"Sure," she quips, not trying to start a disagreement, and he laughs at her, sharp and quick.

"You will. You always do." She feels his foot nudge her ankle, and she smiles in response. "We could stop tonight. Get some sleep, start again tomorrow."

"Do you think we can afford that? We're a bit short on time here."

Armin hums in response, looking up. She watches as he straightens his back, then rubs the back of his neck, and she wonders if he, too, feels stressed by the exam, or if his aloofness is natural; if his confidence is keeping him in check.

He picks up her pen once again, his thumb gliding against its edge. "..We should continue," he finally states, eyeing the pen. "At least a few more hours."

His eyes rise to meet hers, and she finds a streak of regret there. Worry, even.

"I agree," she says, nodding, and now it is her who bumps her shoe against his, trying to ease the worry out of him.

"Can I help you in any way?" He offers earnestly, straightening his back. "Sugar helps with focus, no? I could run get you something."

She clears her throat, waving her hand haphazardly in the direction of the opened snacks on the corner of her desk. "Magic trick didn't help this time."

"Exercising?"

"Why do you think I've been walking back and forth so much?" She asks, laughing, and he sighs in response, falling deep in thought.

It is then that something passes through him; an idea, she is sure, but clear as day she can see it stick to him, something akin to hot wax, and then he looks at her, eyes steeled and shoulders tense in an aloof sort of discomfort. She thinks he will say something then, but he only leans backwards, eyeing her with a look she can't quite discern, and though she thinks she should feel uncomfortable, she finds, instead, her palms burning beneath his pinning gaze.

He hums then, short and decisive, and she knows he has made his decision by the way his shoulders ease. He inches closer to her then, just enough to seem a tinge conspiratorial, before he tells her: "Didn't you say before that orgasms help with focus? Massive dopamine boost, and all that."

She sucks in a breath. Is she surprised? No, she finds that she is not. She thinks a part of hers was ready for that question, watching as mischief swirls in Armin's eyes, and despite this territory being new and unbreached with him, her shoulders ease with it. She can't help the laugh that bubbles out of her.

"You want me to sneak off to the bathroom, Armin?" She teases, watching as his head tilts ever so slightly at her words, and it is only for a moment that she feels pinned, once again, under his watchful gaze.

It’s so short, this moment. It thins and thins as it passes, stretching between them in an odd spiral of indiscernible emotions that strings itself through her. Then, just like that, it snaps open, and then, just as simply, he tells her: "I could help."

And there is a short, undulating second where he looks shocked and taken aback, as if the words have left his mouth without his permission, but it is gone so swiftly, so effortlessly, that she thinks she may have imagined it. Then, pen twirling in his fingers, his gaze sharpens and calms before her. When she doesn't reply, he asks her, with an indifference that almost soothes her: "Would you like me to?"

She isn't quite sure where her voice has gone; to the back of her head, or to her chest, or to the burning skin at her throat, but she is sure of the electricity that wreaks through her, and her eyes flit between him and the circling pen in his hand. She watches, breathlessly, as his other hand settles firmly on the table between them, and curse him as she might, she thinks of that hand.

"Maybe," she finally lets out, the word breathy with the air she's kept locked in her lungs, and though he stays stoic, face impassive as he watches her, she can see his hand flex involuntarily, a shock passing through it.

Responsive to her weak invite, Armin inches towards her. Breath baited, almost painfully so. Her pen is settled on the table with a soft click, and his hand slides down the table soundlessly. Effortlessly. He utters her name, the word sailing through her quietly, and as she watches and watches him come closer with an excruciating, almost unsure slowness, she says: "I would."

She wondered before, of course, how he would do it. Touch her. If he'd be slow or rushed, experienced or sloppy. If he'd look her in the eye or screw his eyes shut. If he'd talk to her.

She wondered if he knew of it, and now she thinks perhaps he did. Perhaps he does.

And then, all at once, she finds her thoughts melting as she feels his touch; a slow, soft drag of his knuckle down her arm. Getting her attention back to him, she realises. Grounding her. Into it – into this.

"Are you sure?" Armin asks her, words soft and careful to her ears, his eyes boring into hers with an expression that is almost new to her. Beyond attention, she thinks; focus.

She finds, then, that her lungs hurt. She finds that his knuckle, so questing and brave before, now sits stock-still on her arm, waiting for her response.

"I am," she says firmly, voice low from lack of breath, and his knuckle finishes the journey, finger curling around her forearm. A shudder follows in its wake, and Armin pulls his chair closer to her.

Their arms touch, now.

She wonders if he has always been this warm.

"Try not to make too much sound," he whispers, and it almost startles her when she hears the words right in her ear, his breath fanning at her skin.

"I won't," she promises, and finds herself biting down a whimper when she feels his hand settle on her thigh, his grasp warm and firm.

She thinks, distantly, that she should look around. See if there is truly no one there. But his hand, his bastardly fingers circle around the button of her pants, and his gaze burns into her as he undoes it, delicately, slowly; she finds, in turn, her eyes peeled hungrily to his attention.

Her breath stutters. Then, all is quiet save for a soft, uninvasive sound of her zipper.

His thumb brushes against the edge of her panties. She dare not look down, so she stares up at him, watching as his eyes run back and forth, from her crotch to her eyes, and she watches, with a peculiar awe filling her, as he bites the inside of his cheek, holding back – what? A sigh? A groan?

He tugs at the material of her panties, bringing back her attention to him once more.

"Is this okay?" He asks quietly, a gentleness in his tone that almost makes her thighs grow farther for him.

"Yes," she says firmly, softly, and then: "Please," she adds, her hand reaching for him, settling on the edge of his chair, and she thinks he would have gone slower, he would have teased her, perhaps, but there is a moment between her plea and his acquiescence where his hand crawls beneath the cloth, slithering determinedly inside, lower. She gasps, and he pauses, something unreadable passing through him as he feels it; how wet she is, his fingers slipping through her folds with an ease that is almost embarrassing.

Armin opens his mouth, but nothing leaves it, and though she waits for it, a comment, a question, anything, he instead clasps his jaw shut tight, and instead his finger pushes, carefully, gently, against her clit. She bites her lip, so hard she thinks she might break skin, and she soon feels that her hold of his chair has now turned into his shirt, but he does not say anything, instead watching her hungrily, instead gliding, once again, around her center. He does it again, then, and then again, less uncertain with each stroke.

She keens into his hand, finding it harder and harder to control her bucking hips, and it is then that she finds his lips at her ear again, the sound of his murmur almost, almost pushing her to the edge by itself. "Can I go inside?" He asks her, not coyly, not bashfully, but wanton, breathless, and when she nods at him she expects to find him coming undone, but even now he seems hard-set in his determination only; determined, she thinks, not to enjoy this, but to only get her off.

She thinks he will slide inside her immediately; she hopes for it, at least, but he takes his time with her. His other hand slides across the back of her chair, curling, slowly, around her shoulder, and his fingers press themselves against her clit in an unyielding, delicate pace. He leans closer to her, almost towering her – no, shielding her – and then, only then, this close to her, her safely tucked into his frame, his fingers quest lower, entering inside her and pressing into her soft spots, and she wonders if he can feel her thighs spreading for him, accommodating him.

And this, this he does with a precision she is so accustomed from him in everything else, and she breathes his name, the sound rattled and whiny to her ears, and at this she sees his eyes flutter closed, for just a moment, just enough for her to notice him exhaling, quick and harsh; enough for her to notice his pace quickening. She calls his name again, quieter, needier, letting her hand twist into his shirt, at his chest, and when his lips part, words unspoken left behind, she does it again, and again, until it finally, mercifully cracks past the last bits of self-control he's been lording over.

"That's it," he breathes against her skin, the heat of it spreading over her, something intangibly suffocating swirling in his eyes. "Just like that. You're doing so good, aren't you?" His gaze breaks from hers with an uncertainty, running back and forth between her eyes and his hand between her legs, inside her, and he watches her then: her hips twitching, bucking at the things he is doing to her. He closes his eyes, just for a mere moment, and then he whispers her name, and then her skin grows both hot and cold, all at once, at the terrible desperation in his tone. "Look at you," he says, choked and strained, his words dripping into her heat like wax. "Fuck."

"Armin," she whines out, the name leaving her throat in a desperate surge, and then he looks back at her once more, something in his gaze cracking further, beyond his own control. "More," she pleads, feeling another finger inside her before she can finish the word, pushing into her harder, quicker, and this she regrets with a swiftness, the pleasure pushing her beyond what she can take quietly.

"Shhhh," he coos gently, pulling closer to her, and closer, and now he towers over her, their noses touching. "Try to be quieter, sweetheart," he begs, diverting a fraction of her attention, and she finds herself wishing he would call her that again. She thinks he, perhaps, would ease his pace in fear of her growing whines, but he does no such thing. Instead, he looks at her, sharing her air as both her hands shake in his shirt, and there is something desperate, something mournful in his gaze as he fucks her with his finger. It is only later that she realises: he is looking at her lips.

Slowly, as she writhes beneath him, his composure, his indifference is cracking, and not much stands between his control and his loss of it as he speaks to her, as he whispers how pretty she sounds, as he asks her, almost pleadingly, if she feels good, if she feels good from him.

There is not much she can do here, not much but careen and whine and tell him exactly how good he makes her feel; but watch as his gaze loses focus at her words, as his wrist twitches, as he leans his forehead at her temple, breathing hard and ragged into her ear. She feels him kiss her jaw, the gesture short, fleeting, bashful; almost as if he were ashamed for it, as if he had stolen it, selfishly. He evades her gaze for a moment, pulling back until she tugs at his shirt, pulling him back in. "Kiss me," she pleads with him, and she watches as a shiver rocks itself through him at her words.

He kisses her then, and it is hard, almost sloppy; not from inexperience, but from fervor, robbing breath from her lungs and teeth clashing together, their minds too feverish to coordinate a kiss more delicate than this. Then his hand is at her jaw, and her lips are parted to him, and now he kisses her slowly, carefully, a far cry from the first contact between their lips.

And he whispers to her, here, like this: soft words, private words, some of them passing by her in a fleeting run as the pleasure builds in her core, and it isn't until he confesses just how ‘fucking long’ he's wanted her, that her body considers submitting to the avalanche which his fingers have wrought upon her. At this, she comes with a reckoning, and his lips are hard against hers in moments, muffling and swallowing the desperate cries that leave her. Her muscles tense, pushing hard into the hand in her cunt, and her grasp on him is so strong, she fears she will bruise him.

He eases her down, his pace slowing gradually, steadily, not letting a drop of her orgasm go beyond his reach, and then he holds her against him, lips at her temple as she catches her breath.

She thinks he will be aloof again, reticent in his retreat from between her legs, but she holds back a gasp when she feels him burrow into her hair, the caress both gentle and desperate in its nature. She can feel him exhale, a harsh sigh that feathers at her throat, and then she can feel him inhale: long, drawn-out, as if he were swallowing a small essence of her for himself.

"Impassive, Arlert," she breathes out thinly, voice trembling as she sits in his grasp, feeling, still, his hands burn on her.

"I know." He replies weakly, his voice laced with an odd, strained sort pitifulness, and then he nuzzles into her skin again, whispering: "Was that good?"

She doesn't answer, not immediately. Chest rattling from her heartbeat, throat weak, she feels watery, diluted in his hands, and it isn't until he rises, until his eyes pierce hers that she gasps any sort of reply to him.

He waits for her still, his expression inscrutable to her, save for the desperation, the deep, harrowing yearning she only now sees on him, and it is then that she feels his hand slide out, with a horrifying slowness, from in-between her legs. She whines, soft and weak, and it is almost embarrassing, the way her hips follow in the wake of his hand, seeking him again.

"Can't you tell?" She offers him weakly, timidly, almost, feeling the stark blush that spreads through her skin, and this seems to satisfy him. A wave of emotions wreaks itself through him, and though she tries to read it, discern it for all that it is, he looks away swiftly, busying himself with fixing her pants, then her shirt, then her hair. She lets him, leaning helplessly against the back of the chair, and it only now dawns on her that she is speechless, shocked beyond belief about what just transpired.

She thinks, then, she should say something; apologise, perhaps, or thank him, or anything, but he is quicker than her, far quicker, and before she can even form a word in her head, she feels her chair move, screeching quietly against the floor. He's moved her, straightened her, and now she sits right at the desk, in front of her laptop.

The same document sits in front of her, bright and flush; as if nothing happened at all.

"Focus now," Armin tells her, his lean finger pressing delicately into the edge of her screen, angling it towards her. "We'll revise in half an hour."

She blinks at the screen, and Armin quietly goes back to his studying.

Well, fuck.

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softspeirs · 2 months

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A/N: John Egan/OC. Listen, I simply couldn’t resist. I know OC’s are abounding right now, but I’ve had this in my head for a few days and needed to get it out. For now she shall remain nameless, but we’ll see if I want to flesh this out. Fair warning: this is real angsty. Sorry, I was in a mood! Somewhere around ep 4-5? No spoilers.

one - (quiet skies, don't get attached)

“Has he reached his limit yet?” A slim hand reaches in front of her, grabbing a pint off the bartop.

She meets Major Cleven’s eyes briefly before he tilts his head in Major Egan’s direction, indicating who he's asking about. As if he'd be worried about anyone else this much.

“Two more with his name on it,” she says, biting back her smile.

“Don’t see how that’s possible.” He mutters, rolling his eyes as Bucky’s loud voice carries over from where he sits, regaling fellow pilots and locals alike with stories from his latest mission.

She shrugs, settling a rag over her shoulder. “I’m not a babysitter. I just make the drinks.”

He nods, waving his hand. “I know. Thank you.”

She sees the worry and frustration that he's not voicing. "No thanks necessary." She says quietly. She watches him go and join his friends, and frowns as she watches Egan stumble over a chair, Cleven barely managing to grab his elbow before he goes toppling to the floor.

It's getting worse. But-- she can't even blame him. She hears bits and pieces, the guys regaling each other with their war stories, but lately it's been quieter, less storytelling and more drowning regrets and sorrows over lukewarm beer.

Major Egan has been in town longer than all of them, and she wonders if anyone else is picking up on the hints he's been dropping every time he speaks to anyone.

I don't even feel anything.

It's not until days later when she hears that he's on leave that she finally releases a breath she's been holding.

The pub is quiet that day. No roaring of planes overhead, no rowdy airmen taking up all her tables and running her ragged with requests. No laughter, but no fighting either.

Her father comes in later, solemn expression, and slaps a newspaper down on the bar. She feels her stomach sinking as she reads. "They lost so many." She whispers.

"Gave the Germans a whipping, though."

It's not enough.

It's late that night when Major Egan shows up. She's not even really surprised to see him, all things considering. She is surprised to see him here - she would have thought he'd have gone MIA with a ship and gone to avenge his friends on his own.

He sits at the bar and flashes her a smile. She's already shaking her head before he can even open his mouth.

"Major... it's not a good idea."

He looks affronted. "What isn't? Just here for a drink, that's all. Haven't you heard? I'm still on leave."

"If you were on leave you'd still be in London."

There's a quick moment where he sets his jaw, sighing. He's frustrated, and she knows he has a quick temper. She just hopes that he hears her out.

"You can't drown your sorrows." She slides the newspaper into view. "Not right now."

He meets her eyes again. There's a moment of clarity that passes between them - she knows exactly why he's back early, and he knows she understands what the stakes are.

"You shouldn't get attached." He says, rising from his seat. Halfway to the door, he looks over his shoulder. "To any of us." His smirk is small, bitter. "Here today, gone tomorrow."

"Major Egan--"

The door is swinging shut behind him before she can tell him it's no use; she already is attached. And she feels it each time a crew comes through the doors and they're one man short. She feels it even though she never learns half their names.

It never gets easier, for the men who do the flying, or for the people who wait for them to come back.

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yelshin · 1 year

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Tags: Xiao is "missing", a lot of cussing, (might end this series soon maybe..) and reader having some crazy "theories"

"Xiao is what??" "HE'S MISSING! FOR LIKE 2 WEEKS Oh god Mr. Zhongli is really worried..." One of Xiao's friends, Indarias happen to knock on your door asking if you ever see Xiao, she claimed that Xiao has been missing for 2 weeks.

"Well i haven't seen him.. maybe ask Mr. Zhongli for more information?" She thanked you for the idea. Closing the door you filled Kuni and Xiao's food container before going to your room to watch something from your phone

As you were lying down, you couldn't help but feel bothered that rhe fact your old friend Xiao has been missing for 2 weeks straight, the same day the new cat was delivered to you. Sitting up from your bed you ran your fingers at your hair, messing it up with a groan "ugh... Im probably just having crazy theories.." you tried to take the news you heard from Indarias but you have a feeling that there is something really wrong to your kittens.

Locking the door of your room, you made sure everything is sealed before rummaging in your drawers, taking out a marker and push aside the huge board. "Now where do i start.."

Looking over at your calendar you remembered you marked the day you found Kuni and Xiao, starting at Kuni a red mark was spotted at "December 27..." You immediately wrote it on the board and opening your phone and scroll back to the day when Childe Called you that something is wrong about Kuni "January 6... that time Childe called me while i was out with my gfs" writing the date down again you recalled Childe's words.

You don't understand exactly but as you rephrase it again you finally understood now. "He said 'your cat is a human'" you couldn't help but doubt him, he's full of jokes so maybe he's joking around? You're not sure, "god i can't do this alone if i don't have much information.." staring at the board with dates written on it, you could only call one person for help, Hu tao.

Dialing Hu tao's number which she immediately answered "Yes [Name]? Need something?" You gulped nervously and ler out a exhale "heya Hu tao.. i was wondering, the last time we have a sleep over, while i was out of the store... Did something crazy happen?" You heard Hu tao let our a 'oh' You were somewhere when Childe called you that Kuni is a human, but you can't believe it still thats why you're here, asking your friends about it.

"Well there is something crazy happen when you were out... But were not sure if its the right time to tell you" 'we?' you thought but at the same time you felt a little hurr that they know something that you dont "well can you-" "also why did you ask? You usually ignore these things... Unless you have something in your mind?"

"Well.. i really can't tell you for now, but back to the topic what happened that time i was out?" "Hold up im sorry [Name]! I gotta go sleep, ill tell you tomorrow!" feeling disappointed you bid your goodnight to your friend, hell you didn't even realize what time it is. "I feel helpless... Who should i ask.. i can't wait till morning" you knew that if you wait till morning for answers you will forget things easily "i should call Ayaka or Yoimiya... But they're probably asleep too.." you were so close to loosing hope. But not until you remember you have cctv cameras around your house.

Immediately going to open your computer you played the cctv footage at the day January 6 and the time Childe was in your house to babysit.

You watch closely through your monitor and noticed that Childe was clinging on the door for no reason, and a little silhouette of a man (yk the reference) but you knew that there are no one inside the house aside Childe.. and thats all inside the footage, scrolling up to the footage at the day January 15, the day of the sleepover. This time you payed attention to Kuni, and the time has come when Yoimiya and the others arrived and after some silly things, you saw yourself getting out of the house. And all of the sudden there's another silhouette but as you were about to find your answers the whole video turned black, leaving you speechless. "What the fuck is going on while i was out..." Deciding to close the computer you were about to give up again but you suddenly remembered the person you accidentally bumped with.

"He shares same hair color as Kuni.. but some people in the world also have that hair color... And those eyes.." Groaning again you sat on your table and to draw the man's face and rematch it with Kuni's picture

"They both share same features... But someone out there can have features as him, but why is it so close as Kunis..." And then it clicked you

"Could it be...

him...?"

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gojo-enthusiast · 5 days

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“You, Me & Malaysia” — Nanami Kento

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mlist<3 | possible spoiler | part one | slight smut | canon

"I'm home my love." Your husband says as he takes his shoes off at the front door, as he tilts his head up, you are rushing over to him, and jumping into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Ahhh, don't ever ever ever leave me again for those stupid mission trips!" You groan, as you kiss your husband all over his face. "I know, I told them how I feel about overtime, but this was as lot heavier than normal." He says kissing you back gently, as he says that, you notice the bandage around his arm. "Ken, what happened?" You try to get down, but he clings to you closer. "Shoko fixed me up, I just haven't had time to take it off." He smiles, kissing your lips. "Kento, when are you going to quit this god forsaken job, we have enough money baby." You said, squeezing him in a hug, and placing your head in the crook of his neck. He walked over to the couch, sat down while you were still cradled to him. You and your husband always would talk about your dreams of moving away, away from the Jujutsu world, and finally start a family of your own.

"Kento..." You huffed out, little tears peeking out, "What is it my love?" He coos, wiping the tears from your cheek. "What if I got pregnant, and you're still doing this?" You questioned, a hint of nervousness filling you. You had found out you were pregnant yesterday when going to your Doctor, you guys hadn’t been trying, but you two weren’t necessarily not trying. You feel his hands squeeze you reassuringly, kissing your cheek "Well, then I would quit, and we could move to Malasyia, like what we have always talked about." He smiles. "What if I am pregnant?" You questioned a little more bluntly. "y/n." He says, with his eyes widening. "Ken- I'm pregnant." You say as you pull out the photo from your pocket. Tears start flowing out of your husband’s eyes, as he embraces you. "I'll talk to Satoru tomorrow." He smiles, kissing your lips. "I'm gonna be a dad, and you're gonna be a momma." He smiles. In that moment you feel something hard pushing at your heat. "Kento?" You look down at his groin. "Just imagining you full with my baby, I can't wait." He groans, thrusting upward.

Satoru agreed to Kento’s departure of Jujutsu High, but he asked for Kento to stay til the end of the year. Satoru knew Kento was reliable, and he was a good mentor for Yuji, he needed him the most right now. Especially after Suguru passed, everyone was on more of an alert than usual.

You were now 6 months pregnant, it was Halloween and your husband got called to Shibuya. Your anxiety filled you as you watched your husband getting dressed, in his normal blue button up, and leopard tie. Your stomach was aching, and it wasn’t from the baby moving and kicking. "I'll be back as soon as I can." He kisses you, then kisses your belly. "Kento, I beg of you, please don't go." You start to cry, the anxiety filling you. "It's my last mission, I already spoke to Satoru today, after this, I’m done. I promise after this, I will never live that life anymore." He embraces you as you held onto him. He kissed you all over your face, smiling before kissing your nose and then lips.

You didn’t know much of what was going on, you waited by your phone, getting updates here and there from Shoko. But then— radio silence. You waited and waited until finally your phone rang, picking it up immediately you see Shoko’s name—

The conversation started slow and calm, until you shouted for her to spit it out. "Y/n, Kento was badly hurt, burns all on his right side. Luckily I got to him before anything else could happened. The stitched face curse almost got to him, luckily Itadori got there in time." Shoko musters out. "But, Satoru has been sealed. Suguru is back, but it’s not Suguru, Sukuna wiped out part of Shibuya. But for Kento, to be frank with you y/n, once Kento is cleared, you guys need to get out, for the sake of you, him, and the baby." Shoko says, as she takes a drag of her cigarette. "Were you able to heal my husband?” You croaked out. "Yes, but the scaring is inevitable. He lost his right eye, but his skin is only scarred." Shoko repsonded. You muttered an okay, and eventually you hung up, and waited for your husband to come home. You called him, texted him, left him little voice memos, sent him videos of you and the bump. “Baby misses you daddy. Come home soon.” You would smile. Finally after 3 days of sending messages you saw the read receipts, “He finally has read it.” You smiled to yourself. Seeing the reply bubble appearing then disappearing. Finally within a few minutes, a response—

Kento: Darling, I am awake. Shoko informed me she called you and told you what has occurred here in Shibuya. I am okay, and will be home soon. I love you very much, we will talk more soon.

Kento: I miss you.

you read the messages your husband sent at 2AM. You hadn't slept much in days, worried about if your husband would try to go back to the mission.

You: Kenny, I miss you greatly, please come home soon to me and the baby.

You responded short and sweet, the last thing you wanted to do was stress out your husband.

Nanami: I will, let's move away once I'm back.

You: I'd love that.

It had been a week since he had woken up, he was in recovery with Shoko, but the day finally came that he would get to come home. You cooked his favorite meal, and bought his favorite sweet bread. You heard his keys jingle, and the knob turn, and the moment he walked in, you saw the way half of him, from his face to his arm was burned, the black eyepatch covering his missing eye. You wobbled quickly to your husband, and some how your body had this strength, you jumped up into his arms, holding onto him. "hi my darling." He smiled, kissing your wet cheeks, "Kento, oh how I have missed you." You cried, as you kissed his burned healed skin. "My husband, I have missed you so much." You repeated, crying into his embrace. He held you close to him, weeping onto your shoulder.

It was like that for quite some time, tears, kisses, embracing one another. “I don’t ever want to be apart again.” He mumbled into your shoulder. This was the first time you had felt your husband’s tears drip down.

You both sat on the couch eating dinner, he pulled you close to his body, wanting to feel you as close as possible, you could sense the uneasiness in his actions, when you stood up to grab something to drink or a napkin, he was quick to stand up with you and follow you like a puppy. "How's the food Kento?" You question. "So good, better than what Shoko cooks." He chuckles. You felt anxiety fill your heart as you thought about Gojo being sealed. "Kento, what is going to happen since Satoru is sealed?" You huffed out, "I don't care, I'm done with that life. They have sorcerers far stronger than me.” He grunts as he puts his plate down. “Kento, you’re strong.” You say, “not strong enough.” He huffs out. “My love, Shibuya was an unfortunate circumstance. A lot of people there who are “stronger than you”, were hurt. I mean fucking Satoru got sealed!” You huff out annoyed, and frustrated. “You’re strong, so don’t say some stupid shit like that to me.” You look away, feeling your eyes trickle in tears again. “I’m sorry, I’ve just been hard on myself.” He lowered his head. “It’s okay Kenny.” You smiled, kissing his burned hand. “Baby— let’s move away now.” You smiled, looking up at your teary eyed husband. “Let’s do it.” He smiled back, kissing you and pulling you back into his arms.

“Let’s go to Malaysia.”

#nanami kento x y/n #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x reader #jujutsu nanami #nanami kento #kento nanami smut #nanami kento smut #nanami smut #nanami x reader #kento smut

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Songs of Silence, Two (SNEAK PEEK)

Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character

Author's Note: This is just the sneak peek! The full part comes out tomorrow, 04/09/2024, at 12:00pm EST!

Synopsis: Ingrid finally starts to accept that she doesn't want to marry Thor, and the thought process nearly drives her mad. Its even worse because she can't communicate with him, and whoever took her voice from her is still out there.

or:

Ingrid still can't speak but Loki sure can get into her head.

Warnings: None of this is accurate, Swearing, adult themes, angst, possible MCU spoilers, possible Loki spoilers.

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Ingrid had been on edge all day long.

She had plans to accompany Thor to his mandatory training today, and normally, she enjoyed watching the prince’s spar with each other. But today, the air between her, Thor, and Loki was thick. Ingrid had no desire to look at Thor after he had thrown insults her way the day prior, and she couldn’t look at Loki because her face would get hot.

But that didn’t stop him from being inside of her head.

The prince had successfully, for the second day in a row, weaseled his way into Ingrid’s mind. Sometimes she didn’t know he was there until she started thinking about the conversation they had had in their minds yesterday, and he’d pop back in to add some of his own commentary. It was driving her insane, and of course he knew that, but no matter how many times she telepathically told him to stop, he’d just throw a wink at her.

When Thor came to collect her, he knocked on her door. She opened it, revealing Thor in the front, and Loki behind him. Her eyes quickly met Thor’s and then darted over to Loki, who on eye contact, gave her a smile that had her shuffling nervously where she was standing. She had decided at the last minute that going to the training would be too much with Loki there, so she hadn’t put her dressing gown on. She needed a break from his voice in her head.

“Darling,” Thor started, quizzically looking at her state of dress. “Why are you not dressed?”

She huffed, not knowing how to reply without her voice, and just shook her head at her fiance.

“What do you mean, dear?” Thor asked. “I don’t understand.”

God she wished Thor was the one that could communicate telepathically with her, and not his cunning, sexy, and up-to-no-good brother. She just sighed at the prince and shook her head again.

Thor looked back to Loki, who had leaned up against the wall, looking at something other than the couple trying to communicate. Thor tapped his brother's arm, and Loki coolly averted his gaze back to Thor, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You’re good at magic, brother, have you any idea what my bride seems to be trying to say?”

Ingrid’s eyes went wide, and she desperately wished she could tell Thor she didn’t need Loki’s help talking to him, but she couldn’t. She turned her gaze to Loki and narrowed her eyes at him. A warning.

“Just tell him I don’t want to go,” She said to him.

Loki smirked back at her, turning now to face her. She felt small under his sharp gaze, and she wished for nothing more than to just close her door and curl up under her sheets.

“But why don’t you want to go?” He asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“I don’t feel well,” She said back, her glare deepening.

She hoped he couldn’t see any of the images playing inside of her mind, the image of him kissing her forehead the night before had been a constant reply in her mind. Shamefully she was disappointed he hadn’t actually kissed her. When she thought about that upon waking up this morning she had slapped her wrist. Crushing on Loki was one thing but cheating on Thor with his mischievous brother would be seen as an act of treason.

“That it would,” he said, confirming that he had just heard that entire thought she had. “But wouldn’t it be such fun to sneak around?”

“Loki,” She warned, he gave her a smooth smile. “Just tell Thor I’m not going.”

“But that would be entertaining, darling,” he drawled. “Reading your every thought while sparring against my brother. Him completely oblivious to the fact that his bride wants me instead.”

She let out a puff of air at his words, heat rising to her cheeks. She couldn’t deny it, and she didn’t want to deny it either. But Ingrid was scared. She had been by Thor’s side her entire life, and while she had always had a stronger draw to Loki, Thor was safe. Loki was off limits. Yet that seemed to excite her more. She couldn’t deny that the prince elicited a fire within her she had never felt before, and the pure fact that he felt the same way as she did only ignited the flame.

She heard him laugh in her head.

“Get out of my head, Loki,” she said, having a hard time forming the words in her brain with her muddled thoughts. “And just tell him I don’t want to go.”

“You’re no fun,” he teased.

Ingrid watched with battered breaths as Loki turned to his brother who had been suspiciously eyeing them both during their telepathic conversation. Ingrid knew Loki wouldn’t reveal the true nature of their conversation, but she also knew that he was the God of Mischief. She just hoped he’d tell the truth rather than twist it.

“She doesn’t wish to go, brother,” Loki said, leaning back up against the wall and giving Thor a feigned sad glace.

“What?” Thor asked, giving Ingrid a confused look. “Darling, the people are expecting you to make an appearance there today.”

“She doesn’t feel well,” Loki confirmed, his gaze back on nothing.

“Are you alright?” Thor asked, his confusion melting into concern. “Do I need to send a healer?”

She shook her head at him and crossed her arms over her chest. She was happy to see him believe her, and she was surprised Loki had told the truth and not caused anything further. For that she was grateful.

“I could stay and keep an eye on her, brother. I have a vast knowledge of medicine, she’d be in good hands.”

Or not.

“No,” Ingrid said to him.

“But the people probably want to see both of their princes, I think we should just send a healer.”

“I’m the only one who can communicate with her, and besides, they don’t care to see me. This training is for the people to see how well their king performs on the battlefield, as if they don’t already know,” Loki said, lightly bumping his brother's arm.

“He’s right,” Thor said, looking at Ingrid. Her eyes pleaded with him. “I want to make sure you’re alright, and despite his title, I trust my brother with you. It would bring me much comfort to have him here with you.”

Ingrid just sighed in response, her shoulders deflating. Loki was stressing her out, and the last thing she needed was to be alone with him for god knows how long. Their training usually lasted a couple of hours, so she was nervous about being in such close proximity with the god for a while. She couldn’t stop the part of her that was excited, though, because that part of her was very much there. She was scared to give into him, but god did she want to. She had spent years dreaming about those lips of his and what they felt like, the way his Asgardian leather hugged his form, and the smooth silk of his voice in her ear.

“Don’t worry, princess,” Loki started, waltzing past her and into her bedroom. “You're in good hands.”

“Come get me if she gets worse,” Thor said to Loki. Before he headed out, he leaned down and cupped Ingrid’s cheeks, looking into her eyes. “We’ll get your voice back, my love. In the meantime, feel better and don’t hesitate to hit my brother if he bothers you.”

Thor said goodbye to her by reaching down and kissing her firmly on her lips. He squeezed her hand and nodded at Loki as he left, leaving Ingrid standing in her doorway, frozen in her spot. She was tempted to turn around and go into her room with the door wide open, but she couldn’t stand to leave her door open. She didn’t like everyone looking into her room when they passed by.

Quietly, she turned and walked back into her bedroom, softly closing the door behind her. She noticed Loki lounging on her bed out of her peripheral and she internally debated on where to place herself. She still wanted to curl up into her sheets, but with Loki on her bed, that option was out the window.

SONGS OF SILENCE TWO, TOMORROW 04/09/2024, 12:00PM EST!

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kamil-a · 1 month

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end of s4 spoilers hale fic hiiii

when jacob hale looks up, he sees the sky.

it's a brilliant shade of blue. higher up than any ceiling, crisscrossed by wires here and there between buildings. puffs of white, clouds, float lazily across. it makes him dizzy to look at. he sits down heavily on the concrete before he falls.

concrete, there's another new one. well, technically not new, he thinks, but.... no, new, it can be new. as far as he's concerned he's never ever seen it before. he's seen tile and linoleum and sometimes carpet and metal and the rough, chalky surface of typhon itself, but not sidewalk. it's harsh and scratches his hands.

wind. birdsong. he's behind a building, alone save for a few full garbage bins (aerolith standard, familiar) but he can hear the chatter of people walking around, probably doing a great deal better getting out of their pods than he. the rattle rattle rushing-by of people with stretchers for those who have done worse.

uncontrollably, he starts to cry. the sky blurs. he curls up, buries his face in his knees. the fabric of his pants is familiar against his cheek. he cries even more.

he half-expects (hopes?) any second now to hear a whirr from inside his head, and for the tears to stop like a faucet turned off- do not waste fluids, a lecture on the dangers of dehydration. it doesn't happen, of course. he keeps crying. he can't stop it alone.

eventually- he has no idea how long- there is a sound, a chime in his head. general notice. it is sunset, speaker informs everyone. hale lets the broadcast wash over him. your schedule will be delivered individually. you should be wherever you're supposed to be when the sun goes down.

and then, softer, just to him- i recommend watching.

so he looks, of course.

it isn't the quick dimming of lights he's used to. slowly, the sky begins to change. it's almost too subtle to notice it until suddenly there it is, the sky lit up in pinks and oranges. more colors he's never seen before. it's breathtaking. (every breath he does take smells of something new.) he wants to look away, hide his face in his hands, but it has been recommended that he watch this. so he looks. of course.

when it is finally all dark-

well, what did you think of your first sunset?

there is even more of a smile than usual in speaker's voice.

"i-" hale coughs, unused to speaking. his throat is dry. he tries again. it waits for him.

"it's beautiful," he says, more because he thinks it's what speaker wants to hear than anything else. it's objectively true, though. it is beautiful. he just doesn't know what to think about it.

his stomach twists.

you must be hungry, speaker says, but he really doesn't want to eat right now. well, speaker has all the data. perhaps he is hungry.

i would have you report to the cafeteria, but... in this case, i think your current location is an advantage. you will want to stay inconspicuous, and there is very low traffic to this area until the garbage gets removed tomorrow morning. I'll have something brought out to you.

he sits. he thinks about food. fine, maybe he's hungry. after a few minutes a small construct (is that what he looked like?) rolls out to him bearing a container and a large bottle, before sweeping up some loose dirt and litter and rolling away.

I gave you more than your usual hydration portion to account for the lost fluids, speaker explains. the practicality grounds him. he starts out with a sip of whatever it is- the same electrolyte solution as he's used to. emboldened, he opens the container. vegetables, thats something he knows. instant mashed potato. the protein source is unfamiliar, but the smell makes his mouth water. speaker is thrilled about it, so he's fortunately saved from having to ask.

aerolith dynamics is proud to inform you that that is grilled salmon you've got on your plate! So recently brought back from extinction, and immediately jumped to the top three in favorite protein source surveys among our earth division. go on, have a bite.

he bites. chews slowly, swallows. it's not bad. he couldn't say what's in it. salt, perhaps.... lemon?

you don't get that on typhon, do you! speaker sounds smug.

"I've had fish," he says automatically. he doesn't like the dig at typhon's food. he can't explain why. he just doesn't. he takes another bite so speaker won't ask him about it and he doesn't have to admit that the lab-synthezised "tuna fish" sandwich he and some other brave souls tried out at lunch for a week before it was recalled didn't resemble this whatsoever. and that this probably tastes, objectively, way better. his stomach churns. he feels sick. you dont simply skip a meal at aerolith and waste valuable food, and throw off your nutrition plan. he forces a bite of mashed potato into his mouth.

your brain needs proper nutrition to run. as he eats and drinks he can start to see the shape of what bothers him, and it's so stupid. it's embarassing. he can't tell speaker, can't risk insulting it, but he can think the words at least. speaker is in his head but not, you know, in his head.

he's earthstained.

literally- as in, the gravel in his boots and the dirt on the back of his pants. but also, it has only been a few hours and already he has looked up at the sky. he has seen his first sunset, and tomorrow he will probably see his first sunrise. he knows how dark the night gets, the sounds of birds. every breath he takes smells of earth.

when things go back to normal, he-

they won't. not his normal, anyway. he's going to be "set free".

but- he cant help but imagine going back to the only life he knows- if he did ever go back. he would be like all the others, another resident who sighs and says they miss clouds, they miss birds, that they miss the way the air smells after it rains, the air smells so sterile here. someone would say they miss being able to watch the sunset and he would agree. and he would miss the sunset too.

he- sven-he, not hale-he- had been asked for feedback, that time with the tuna sandwich. he'd been the first to take a bite, and he'd said "it's good", earning various doubtful looks from everyone else (and one the nutrition technician will be delighted to hear that, thank you for your feedback.) the person sitting across from him took a bite next. they chewed it thoughtfully, swallowed, and said "it's not bad, but it's not the real thing."

he forces into his mouth another bite of the real thing.

sayer would probably know a story about this.

#sayer podcast #sayerposting #as ive been saying i dont rly have a grip on hales like....internality #so this is my attempt to like do some metaphorical pottery. Im slapping clay on the wheel seeing what happens #sayer banging on the walls of this fic: THE FRUIT OF KNOWLEDGE OF GOOD AND EVIL!!! PLATOS CAVE!!! LET ME IN I CAN DO EITHER OR BOTH OF THOS

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zanyana626 · 8 months

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Thoughts on Helluva Boss Oops episode! 😈🤡

Everything’s tagged as #hb spoilers until tomorrow for those who haven't seen it yet!

Not a cuckoo c**k for a clock!

Wakey-wakey Ozzie (not a morning person apparently)! *airhorns*

"Burger time! Burger time! Burger Time!" Ok, Fizz is starting to become my new favorite character! Also, why he pronouncing vibrators like that???

Greed Ring having a city named Ransom? Yep, that sounds about right for the ring.

I FUCKING KNEW HE CALLS HIM BIG DADDY!!! AND "Fizzie-frog"?!?!?! Too cute, <3.

And look at them big ol' eyes, I definitely couldn't say no to that face:

"We're so NOT in love!" "Yeah! Love. Is. STUPID!!!" Denial's not just a river in Egypt, you two!!!

"I'll be SUPER low-key!" ... Riiiiight.

The Queives (plural for Queefs, according to the subtitles). And the little disabled one??? VIV, WE WANT NAMES FOR THE LIL GUYS ASAP!!!

Enter Blitzø, who's complaining about some shitty coffee place!

"Well, at least I'm still actually working for my shit & not getting everything handed to me like some pampered attention wh**e!" VS "Plus, my horns were always bigger than yours... weren't they?"

Crimson & Striker teamup! Guess Blitzø & Fizz are gonna have to put their beef aside and work together to get away from them!

Ozzie & the Dildo Factory

So asking for an asmodean crystal was real! Poor Stolas being conflicted about how he feels towards Blitzy.

And Ozzie respecting people's hookup intentions and having the idea of lust as a consensual thing? Glad to know he's not like Valentino, who as far as we know, monetizes sex & treats his workers like shit/his property.

"My partner-um BUSINESS partner" Yep, keep telling yourself that Ozzie, at least you and Stolas are in the same boat for that!

Jeez Crim, what's your problem with Ozzie???

More Blitzø VS Fizz drama

Also Blitzø, Stolas does seem to care, he just has a tough time trying to say it to your face and plus, you're no better by bottling up your true feelings for him & then push him away like whatever!

Fizz, I love you now, but also envy you for having Striker grab you by the neck like that!

"I SAID WATCH 'EM, NOT F**K 'EM!!!" Typical Crimson

Damn, Ozzie could've signed over Fizz's head to be one of Crimson's wall trophies if Stolas wasn't there to help him out!

Nope nevermind, that wasn't the real contract! Also, why does Crimson want more dildos after failing to convice Moxxie that they're around the house for "his liking"??? I'm guessing he's trying to recuperate the funds he lost after Millie murdered all his goons & trashed his place!

Happy owl noises: "I love words!" He's such a dork, I'm living for it! <3

Blitzø always having something up his sleeves when it comes to escape plans!

FINALLY, FLASHBACK/ANSWERS ON THEIR FALLING OUT!!! No wonder why Fizz & Barbie hate Blitzø's guts & Blitzø acts the way he does.

He's very much aware that he screwed up big time even if it was an accident and never meant to almost kill his bestie, traumatize his sister, & HIS MOM!!!

I'm guessing Cash was the one who tried splitting them up. He went as far as to give Fizz a birthday card that literally says "I wish you were my son"!!!

"WE'RE TRYING TO HAVE A F**KING EMOTIONAL MOMENT HERE!"

Using Blitzø as a human/imp? shield does kinda serve him right in a way

"Kaiju C**k". Yep Fizz, we're very much aware that Ozzie's a big boy

"Look At This" has been stuck in my head since listening it for the first time. Perfect distraction musical that makes no sense other than just being a distraction musical!

"So, f**king, BYE BYE!!!" 🎶

Damn, cowboy daddy's starting to go insane in the brain! He's most likely gonna have burned scars now the next time (yep, he got away again) we see him!

You can take Blitzø out of the circus, but you can't take the circus out of Blitzø!

THE BOIS HUGGED IT OUT!!!! Hope this means they're on more neutral terms now! I get that it might take Fizz a while to fully forgive & start over with Blitzø now that they're aware of the whole misunderstanding on both their ends, but still, it's a start!!!

"Woooould it f**k up the moment if we made out now?" Blitzø please, we're aware you had a (love) note for Fizz before the incident, but he's clearly happily taken by one of the 7 sins!

Fizzmodeus/Fizzarozzie reunited & it feels so good! <3

At least they're trying to be more open about their relationship, even if it's limited to their coworkers/entourage at the moment!

Welp, looks like Stolas is getting that crystal after all!

I'd say this is the best episode so far out of Season 2, Fizz & Ozzie were totally worth the wait and have now become part of my top 5 characters of the show!!!

#ana speaks #hb spoilers #helluva boss

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RWBY VOLUME 9 SPOILERS | RANT(?)

A lot of ppl r talking about the next episode or the one after having a Punderstorm for Neo & Ruby, which I think is just a guarantee at this point. But how a lot of people want it to go is very much not enough. Like yes, I think the Punderstorm will be to get the Roman situation figured out. But once they return to whatever area they're in before getting sent into the storm, THEY NEED TO HAVE A CONVERSATION. They still have their scrolls, as shown by Ruby, in one of the earlier chapters, so they can communicate through that.

So many people think Neo is irredeemable and also that she might die by the end of the volume. She might die at the end (though Rooster Teeth has already fucked themselves over enough I don't think that's a smart move), but she is definitely not irredeemable, and her Ruby are very much mirrors in many ways. I saw a lot of theories since Volume 8 and over the 2 year break of ppl like Penny (until she died), or Jaune would help Neo get better and be her friend. But NOT ONE PERSON said Ruby, too blinded by the fact that Neo is upset with them and completely ignoring the fact that that will absolutely get resolved at some point.

They both lost EVERYTHING at The Fall of Beacon. Neo lost Roman, her One Thing, her WHOLE LIFE, gone in an instant, and she didn't even find out until after the fact because she got swept off by the wind because of Ruby hitting the button on her parasol.

Ruby lost her childhood. She was too young when Summer left and died for that to really have the same effect, though I will touch on this later. She was 15 when in one night her school, her kingdom, her home, got destroyed. She watched her best friend, who she loved (I'm not gonna argue with ppl today on whether or not it was romantic or platonic. That's not the point of this particular post), die. She literally saw Penny's torn apart corpse and barely even had time to cry before having to fight for her life and the lives of everyone around her. Then she saw her unconscious sister, WITH HER ARM CUT OFF, laying on the ground next to their other teammate who had been stabbed and is crying while apologizing to Yang's unconscious body. AND THEN SHE GOES TO GET PYRRHA AND WATCHES HER DIE!

She doesn't even get to process anything until waking up days later, where she is asked a bunch of questions and asked to relive everything right after waking up. Then her sister, who is a mother to her, pushes her away after telling them that one of their friends ran away, while the other was forced to leave by her abusive "father." Yang can't even say I love you back to Ruby. Then she leaves on a two year trip that ends up leaving her with LITERALLY the weight of all of Remnant on her shoulders, millions if not billions of lives, and she's been told that supposedly, THERE'S NO WAY TO ACTUALLY WIN. SHE IS 17 FOR FUCKS SAKE.

....collecting myself. *breathes*

Okay.

What I need to happen. Either in tomorrow's or next week's episode. (This can happen in the center platform of the Punderstorm or when they get back from it. Either is fine, though I think it would be nice for it to be the former) Once Ruby figures out why Neo hates her, Neo finds out the truth, and that gets resolved. I really want Neo/Trivia and Ruby to just sit. Just sit and fucking breathe. To cry, to scream, to get out everything. I want them to know that the other understands. Neo/Trivia can finally grieve her childhood and especially Roman, and Ruby can do the same. She hasn't had even one moment where she's been allowed to be actually vulnerable and healthily express her feelings and grief about Penny. She should be allowed to grieve and mourn. And they should both be there for each other, over the ill-conceived (i think thats the right word) differences, away from anyone that may interrupt them (especially if this happens on the center platform of their Punderstorm), just a moment of peace and silence. End of Chapter 8, cliffhanger.

Chapter 9. Eventually, the Punderstorm will end/WBY, and Jaune will find them, in which case they either catch up and see them sitting together and being at rest (something they haven't seen from Neo ever and from Ruby in a LONG time) and they, albeit cautiously, figure out what's going on, OR they (especially Yang and Weiss) go head first and attack Neo, causing Ruby to get up and stand in the way to explain everything, and of course apoligize (Yang, Jaune, and them better apoligize too though or else-).

Much like how Yang didn't really trust Emerald right away, I don't think they're gonna immediately drop all walls, and everything will be hunky dorey with Neo/Trivia. But I think that they will sorta quietly (not just because she can't speak-) follow along and try to help them get out, I don't think she'd sacrifice herself to the tree (if that does end up being a thing), she still wants to kill Cinder. If she does sacrifice herself to the tree so they can get back, I think there'd be a little scene with her and Ruby where she promises Neo/Trivia that they'll take down Cinder and with a death grip hug followed by tears, tells her that her sacrifice won't be in vain. Ruby makes a promise to a scared girl that she sees herself in so much as a trade. She gave away her Emblem, which symbolized Summer's promise to come back, Summer didn't want Ruby to get wrapped up in this. That's why she left. And her sacrifice was in vain. And Ruby won't let that happen again.

Also. If any of you fucks. Think to comment/reblog this with some stupid shit (This is not a post that is asking for criticism or opinions, nor a place for you to call me delusional because "there isn't enough time for all that" or "oh Ruby is probably just gonna lose it and attack Neo without remorae" or whatever the fuck). I will bury you alongside Pyrrha & Penny.

Maybe I am delusional, but then again, maybe I'm not, I don't care, I just needed to get this out. If for nothing else, then to make you guys think and to tire myself out from typing.

With exhaustion, Jace

#rwby ruby rose #rwby #rwby neo #rwby spoilers #rwby9 spoilers #rwby vol9

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fly-forever-young · 2 years

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Renjun + right person, wrong time angsty fic pls 😭😭😭

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You: "Renjun are you free tomorrow? The new movie we wanted to see is finally out!"

Renjun: "I don't know, I have to see tomorrow's agenda, I can tell you tonight"

You: "Tickets are already running out ..."

Renjun: "I don't want to say yes because maybe tomorrow I can't come ..."

You: "I'll order two, if you can't come I'll ask a friend of mine to come with me ... No problem"

Renjun: "Aish ... Y / n .... I'll try to do what I can I promise-"

You: "Don't promise, every time you do it never happens ..."

Renjun: "They're calling me ... I have to go now ... I love you"

You: "I love you too"

You close the call, and confirm the order for two cinema tickets, you already know that he will not be able to free himself from his commitments but you always hope for it, maybe one day ....

~ The next day

The credits appear on the screen and the room empties, you still sit lost in your thoughts.

After 5 minutes you get up and leave. The movie was beautiful but you couldn't enjoy it as you were alone. You go away throwing Renjun's ticket, he didn't even tell you if he could come or not but you're used to it, on the other hand, what did you expect being with an idol? He has no time for himself, even for you.

Renjun: "Do you want to come and see the practice of choreography? There will only be those who know about us so it won't be risky"

You: "Sure"

Renjun closes the call first without saying goodbye. Whenever you are far away the only thing you want to do is yell at him but then you see him and all your talk and words disappear, suddenly there is only him and it is fine as long as he is there.

Chenle: "Y / N did it !!"

Chenle comes to meet you hugging you and getting a nasty look from Renjun.

You greet the others and the staff politely, until you find yourself in his arms, your face on his chest, your nostrils fill with his perfume, you feel his hands caressing your back holding you even closer to him and-

Mark: "Okay guys let's get back to work come on"

Jeno: "Yes, first we finish before we go home"

You and Renjun break away and look each other intently in the eye.

Renjun: "I'm glad you are here"

You smile at him going to sit in a corner on the floor.

~After some time

Staff: "Great job everyone, see you tomorrow"

Slowly everyone goes away, leaving you and Renjun alone.

Renjun comes and sits next to you looking straight at him where he can see you from the mirror on the wall.

Renjun: "What was the movie like? Don't tell me spoiler"

You: "It was really interesting"

Renjun: "Would you watch it again with me?"

You: "But I already know how it ends"

Renjun: "Maybe you notice the details you missed the first time"

You smile by turning your head to the side so that he can't see you.

Renjun: "Why do you turn your head?"

You turn your head towards him and he does the same now you are face to face.

Renjun approaches slowly placing a hand on your cheek and then kissing you slowly.

Renjun: "I missed this"

You: "I missed you"

Renjun: "Sorry for today .... I wonder when I'll stop apologizing to you"

You: "I wonder too-"

Manager: "Staff told me you're here- Who is she ?! What are you doing ?!"

Renjun stands up immediately and you do the same.

Renjun: "She's a friend of mine she came to visit me"

Your heart breaks every time Renjun calls you friend in front of people, you find it so strange how his mouth can kiss you and whisper promises of love in your ear and then belittle your relationship to maintain his image. But you were warned of the risks of being with him and you accepted it.

Manager: "At this time ?! Did you take me for a fool ?!"

Renjun: "No of course not, we were talking and we didn't notice the time I apologize manager it won't happen again"

Manager: "you can bet it won't happen again"

The manager is also joined by security guards who, after receiving the order from the manager, approach to take you away.

You: "It's not necessary, I'll go away alone-"

A guard grabs your arm, Renjun stands in front of you clutching the Guard's arm.

Renjun: "Don't touch her"

The guard lets go.

Manager: "An urgent meeting will be organized tomorrow to resolve this situation-"

Renjun: "Resolve this situation ?!"

You: "Renjun calm down"

Manager: "listen to your girlfriend, you know very well what the rules are"

Renjun: "You and no one else will not interfere in my relationship, there is nothing to solve, I'm in love with her you can't solve it! And I won't leave her just because you tell me!"

Manager: "Let's talk about it tomorrow, go home"

Renjun takes your hand and drags you away from the practice room.

He does not let go of your hand as he walks through the corridors of the building attracting the attention of the people left who look at you with contempt.

You: "Renjun we're about to go out, let go of my hand"

Renjun: "No, I'm tired of this, of all this!"

You: "It's not the right time to reveal it"

Renjun: "And it will never be the right time for them"

You forcefully release Renjun's hand as you run out of the building. Renjun is initially surprised then starts chasing you. You head to a park where you know there are never people and there are no cameras.

You stop under a tree catching your breath and shortly after Renjun arrives.

Renjun: "Why did you do it?"

You: "I don't want you to take risks for me"

Renjun: "I don't care anymore"

You look deeply into his eyes, yours are fill with tears.

Renjun: "No you don't need to cry sweetheart"

Renjun wipes your tears with his hands.

You: "This is not the right time"

Renjun: "But it is, I want to be able to come to the cinema with you, walk the streets of the city with you-"

You: "No- you don't understand .... They offered me an important job ... -

Renjun: "Y / n is great-"

You: "In England Renjun .."

Renjun: "Oh"

He says no more immersed in his thoughts.

Renjun: "How long have you known?"

You: "For a while, I wanted to tell you in person but we never got to meet"

Renjun: "I'm happy for you ..."

You: "Are you?"

Renjun nods and forces a smile and then kisses you, a slow kiss that never seems to end as if it were a goodbye kiss ... To stop the kiss are the falling raindrops.

Renjun: "The rain falls at the right time huh"

You: "When will our time be right Renjun?"

Renjun: "I don't know ... The only thing I know is that you are the right person"

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enniewritesnsk · 1 year

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Namseok potatoe #34

Childhood (but very pining) friends where Joon has to bring back almost everyday a tipsy Hobi because he always finishes all his night drunk with his friends and is whinny until his Nyamjoonie come to fetch him.

Piggy back him so he can go back safely to his dorm.

Turn out that it's the only way to get his (not) one side love's attention. And ofc Joon never misses a single day.

But today Hobi is pouty and upset and doesn't want to go on Joon's back. So the tall guy asks why, and Hobi just mumbles, still pouting you know

"Because you betray me..."

"How come I betray you?" Namjoon is frowning, not understanding what is happening.

"Because... Is /he/ that pretty? Is he worth the betrayal?" Hoseok continues his inner monologue, watching his feet, cheeks red and eyes fluttering.

Namjoon shakes gently his shoulder to get his attention. "Hobi? Look at me? What are you talking about?"

Hoseok lifts his head with difficulties, trying to meet Namjoon's gaze but desperately fails. "IS. HE. THAT. PRETTY."

Namjoon frowns.

"YOUR DATE" Hoseok finally blurts.

"My date?... Oh?" True, a few days ago, he got an date arranged by his cousin. The guy was nice but... Well, when your heart is available, you can't do anything, right?

But Hoseok doesn't know anything...

"Wait... Did you see us, Hobi?" Namjoon asks.

"Yes I did! And I SAW YOU EAT MINT CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM. I THOUGHT YOU HATE MINT CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM. AND I HEARD YOU SAY IT WAS GOOD. YOU BETRAY ME YOU FVCKER"

Ah true... Namjoon hates mint chocolate ice cream and always gives his share to Hoseok, arguing that it will always be THEIR thing. And it has never changed through the years... Until that day.

"It's dumb but I've always considered it like our first step in love or something... That I just had to be patient and maybe one day you'll see me? Me?

Loving you? But I know now that you don't love me and never will. Because I'm not as smart as you, not pretty either. And because you've found someone worth to eat MINT CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM "Hoseok finishes and starts to sob.

Namjoon doesn't really know what to think right now.

On the one hand, he's overjoy because heh? His one side love is NOT one side??

But on the other hand... Well, Hoseok has always been a bad drinker and barely recalls the following day 😅

So he decides to cup the other man's face so he can lift his head and steal him a kiss.

Just a tiny peck. Hoseok seems not to realize it. Too gone maybe. So Namjoon sighs

"Let me take you home... And after a good night, I'll bring you something for your headache and we'll discuss, ok? In the meanwhile..."

He positions himself in front of Hoseok "Hop in. Let's go."

The boy shakes his head, refusing to cooperate "Nuo! You traitor A kiss won't change anything!"

Namjoon sighs "Hobi... I tried this Ice cream because people said it helps for insomnia and stress... Spoiler alert, it's not true..." he huffs

"And why insomnia? what is always in your mind that makes you stay awake?" Hoseok asks, still pouting, cheeks so red that Namjoon wants to kiss him once again.

"You... You're always on my mind... So now please, hop in"

Hoseok just does as he is told and mumbles, still pouting

"You should date me. I can make you so happy. And you wouldn't have insomnia. I know it."

"I know Baby... let's date yeah. I just hope you'll remember tomorrow and not going back..."

"Hmm... I can't promise anything..."

#bts fanfic #bts namseok #namseok #namseokau #namseok au #fanfic #ennie au #ennie is lost in tumblr #ennie's potatoe

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kaeyahiya · 3 years

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💤"Waking up with them" headcanons💤

Ft. Diluc, Childe, and of course Kaeya

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Warnings: Sickening domestic bliss. and spoilers for Childe's real name

A/N: Listen-- before I pump out requests allow me to be selfish for a second and indulge myself. I didn't wanna get out of bed to go to work this morning, so this is my motivation for tomorrow morning 😩👌

(I tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible enjoy!)

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He always wakes up before you, no matter how early you try to wake up

He'll lay there and just take in your slumbering form

He can't help but move some hair out of your face, to get the full view of your peaceful expression;

And that's typical how you get woken up

He tries to be gentle but always end up accidentally waking you

You're eyes softly flutter open and Diluc has a mini panic attack

You however could care less:

You've caught him staring at you while you sleep!

There's nothing more mortifying to him-

"Mmm Diluc? We're you watching me sleep again?" you question groggily. He opens his mouth to respond but his excuses die in his throat. "Creep." You tease, as you squirm your way into his arms. He scoffs at you, still unable to defend himself.

"It's okay, I watch you when you're neck deep in inventory paper work. You're rather dashing when you're not paying attention." you muse dreamily, obviously still half asleep. "Do you now?" He smiles down at you. "Mmmhm." He chuckles slightly before flicking your forehead gently. "I almost feel like that's more creepy." You sigh dramatically. "I guess we're made for each other then, huh?" Diluc adverts his eyes, how you can be so bold first thing after you wake up is beyond him. He clears his throat. "I... suppose we are."

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Same thing with Diluc, he is the first one to wake up between the two of you

He'll stretch carefully as to not wake you just yet

He tries to let you sleep in, he really does

However he's always very anxious to get the day started

Maybe because of his fatui background or maybe because he used to fish a lot?

I've noticed that; like why do people do that? Do fish wake up early too?? Did y'all have to wake up early to fish?? The fish can wait baby I promise, sleep is important!

I'm getting off track uhhh

Anyway-

Childe will gently rub you back to wake you

He found that easiest way, as to not startle you or anything

He used to poke you like Teucer did to him when he was living back home

But that wasn't the most ideal way to wake up, and he's learned his lesson;;

Once you finally open your eyes Childe will pull you back into his chest and discuss the plans for the day with you:

"Good morning." Childe whispers in your ear as your being pulled into the warmth of his chest. "Morning." you yawn. "You work today?" He asked. "Not until this afternoon, so we can actually take our time getting up this morning." you respond. "Nice try, we both know I can't just lie here." You giggle. "Hey it was worth a shot!"

"What do you wanna eat for breakfast?" he asks pecking the top of your head with a small kiss. "You're gunna cook!? Hell yeah, you truly spoil me Ajax." He laughs, you can feel the rumble of his body through the cuddle. "I try my best. Besides food is a great motivator to get you up... So let's get moving shall we?"

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You wake up first 9 times out of 10

Especially if Kaeya had been drinking the night before.

Tell me why this man is even more beautiful when he sleeps if that's even possible

With the sun peaking through the curtains, he looks like a god;

All glowy and flawless, it's not fair!

No one should look like that after a full night of sleep!

He will tease you all day if he catches you staring at him while he sleeps, so be careful

You guys always wake up spooning each other

Don't ask me why, it just happens

He's a pretty heavy sleeper for the most part, unless your getting out of bed.

Then hell be wide awake and think of anyway to keep you in bed longer:

"Kayea-" you whine as your very grumpy boyfriend keeps his arms firmly wrapped around your waist, as you try and wiggle out of his grasp. "I have to get ready for work!" He buries his face inbetween your shoulders blades, shaking his head in defiance. "You still have a whole hour until you leave, you can stay a bit longer." He grumbles. "Kaeya, my love, the light of my life; we both know it's going to take me a least an hour to get ready and eat before I leave. If I don't get moving now I'm gunna be late..." you pause "For the third time this week." He laughs as if he wasn't the cause of all those times. You struggle to free yourself again and Kaeya places kisses on your back and shoulders, breaking your restraint.

You take a deep sigh this time in utter defeat. You turn in his arms to face him. "10 more minutes and that's it. Also you're bringing me lunch today!" Kaeya grins at you, and for a moment you almost forgot your mad at him. He places a kiss on your forehead. "Deal, pleasure doing business with you~" "You're an ass." you snort, lightly smacking his chest. "Yeah, but I'm your ass."

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#genshin impact #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact x reader #kaeya headcanons #kaeya x y/n #kaeya fluff #diluc headcanons #childe headcanons #diluc x reader #diluc fluff #childe x reader #my writing

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kingsuckjin · 4 years

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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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if it's ok 😳👉👈 i really love your writing and i've had this idea in my head for awhile but i can't get myself to write it on my own 🤔 i wanted to see how your spin would be on it- so can i request a prompt where reader gets jealous of tenma's co-actress in a romance and tries to mimic what she does to him in a show they're in?? ty!!! 💕💕💕 i look forward to your interpretation

thank you so much for requesting~ ♡ i love you sososo much; i hope this lives up to everything you’ve dreamed of! ♡ ～('▽^人) i LOVE YOU!!! <333

summary: when tenma lands a role in your favorite drama, he had one goal: to become your favorite actor

warnings: envy/jealousy, food mentions, rivalry (all covered briefly!)

author’s note: after learning everything there is to know about the k-drama, true beauty, on tik tok, i’ve decided to write this! for context, the only thing i recommend watching before reading this is watching the “roar” scene!

this is also the first time i’ve introduced made-up characters with names! please enjoy jun, the first character who isn’t canon to the a3!verse :D

word count: 3,768

music: like a movie – b1a4

pretty u!

🌻☀️ sumeragi tenma

what the heck was love, and why did he have to be in it?

sumeragi tenma, future “world’s best actor”, was suddenly... seeing why he hadn’t won that award yet. with a script in his hand and confusion in another, tenma read the title of the next drama he landed the role for

“PRETTY U...” it was japan’s next major love story, advertised on every social media platform possible with the all-star cast in the spotlight already. although it had already been out for a season, tenma was entering as the up-and-coming newest character of the series

tenma was boyish, young, and much too confident for his age—perfect for the role of a second-lead bad boy who was going to steal the heart and test the protagonist’s commitment

except... he didn’t actually want to take up a new project so soon. he only did because—

“what?! you’re going to be chan on PRETTY U?!” he proudly nodded and watched as you began ranting about how much you loved this show. there was only one reason he came to the audition: tenma wanted to star in your favorite television series

you always went on and on about how great everything about PRETTY U was. after hearing so much and pretending not to listen (even if he could practically explain the entire plotline now without watching it), tenma let himself become a fan, too

after all, how could he not be a fan when you loved PRETTY U so much?

tenma didn’t respond to his manager’s pleas until one day, you revealed another reason why PRETTY U was your favorite production: the main lead

“he’s so handsome~ i love him so much!” “do you know him? could you get me his number?” “look at him... he’s the most perfect actor in the business right now—ah, sorry ten!”

tenma scoffed every time, claiming he could most certainly do better than that hotshot. although the boys typically didn’t do the same type of television, he had become tenma’s #1 rival without even knowing it

besides... what did that guy have that tenma didn’t? he was just nice! sure, he held open the door for the lead, bent down to tie her shoes, bended over backwards just to be the perfect boy-next-door. yeah... even he couldn’t pretend anymore

tenma pouted at the thought, skimming over his next pilot episode for rehearsal tomorrow. he was too good to be real, after all, he was meant to end up with the lead girl anyways (spoiler alert!)

but, it didn’t matter how perfect that actor was! because tenma had gotten the role of “chan”, the leather-jacket wearing mystery with an actual heart of gold, and he was going to make the entire audience swoon

(though, tenma just wanted to make your heart skip a beat when he ended up on the big screen)

tenma would never admit how fast he checked his phone when he felt it buzz in his pocket. sure, it was unprofessional during rehearsal but he knew it was you. however, his smile dropped the moment he read what you sent

you: remember to tell him how much i love him!

tenma: hah... no good luck for your new bad boy?

you: you know i’ll always root for you, ten!

tenma: but, i’m better than that actor, right?

tenma watched his message get delivered and was about to keep bothering you until someone called his name like they were friends. speak of the devil...

that actor’s straight, white toothy smile made tenma stand a little straighter (damn it, tenma was shorter), eyes wide as the actor gracefully introduced himself as his co-star for the next month or so (how did his voice sound even better in person?!)

“good morning, tenma! my name is jun, i’m so honored to meet a fellow actor on set! let’s work together well!” were they... really the same age? tenma barely registered the fact he was suddenly shaking jun’s (right, that’s his name) hand. why did he have such a manly grip?

tenma quickly (to his dismay) found out that him & jun had entered the industry around the same time but often had different projects, so they were never featured in the same production before. apparently, that was creating quite a buzz in the media that two childhood stars were competing against one another

a competition that tenma couldn’t lose. he was going to be your favorite actor, not his rival!

jun, like the perfect gentleman everyone described him to be, showed tenma around the PRETTY U set. jun had nothing but good things to say about the crew and vise versa. that only reinforced how tenma was oddly much more quiet than he usually was. luckily, one of the talents of being an actor was improvising, so jun was doing just fine

when they had reached the dressing rooms, jun shot a bright smile at tenma and gestured to the rather large room

“we’ll be sharing a dressing room together, tenma! we’ll be spending a lot of time together!”

tenma suddenly regretted his decision to become chan of PRETTY U. you couldn’t have had a different favorite show?! anything but... this

there were now three main characters for PRETTY U: hoshi, yuri, and chan, creating a love triangle for millions of viewers to watch every week

nakamura jun, leading role, played “hoshi”, the boy-next-door. this is the popular boy at school with the best grades and an even greater reputation amongst everyone. next, uedo ren, one of japan’s rising female actresses of this generation. she is adored as “yuri”, the perfect girl. she is the typical nerd who suddenly transformed into the prettiest girl at school from learning make-up

last (but definitely not least!) is sumeragi tenma, playing “chan”, the bad boy. it was nothing like tenma’s done before, since the character was much less expressive than he was used to. chan is a traditional rebel who is revealed to have a soft side for yuri. but, chan (ironically enough) has a secret history with hoshi, causing tension in this already confusing love triangle

(embarrassingly enough, jun had to explain to tenma the complications and ties between each character. tenma, unfortunately, found it to be extremely helpful)

even with this newfound knowledge of the characters in season 2, tenma couldn’t help but absolutely ruin the first day of rehearsals. even with a decade or so of acting as his experience, one thing kept him from being chan: his lack of chemistry with “yuri”

“cut!” the director called out again for the nth time, sighing as their eyes landed on tenma, who was not enjoying being the center of attention this time, surprisingly

“take 5, kid. once you come back, i expect you to actually go through this scene without messing up your lines.” tenma nodded and exited quickly, feeling flustered from the looks of sympathy directed his way. usually, it was one-and-done. it didn’t take a hundred tries just to do another romantic and cliché scene

tenma exhaled loudly once he felt the fresh air upon his face. without the fear of cameras in his face anymore, tenma ran his hand through his hair with a frustrated kick at the concrete. come on! he was renown child actor sumeragi tenma, why was he so in his head now?

tenma was about to yell into the sky before he heard someone close the door, standing beside him with their usual silence. tenma didn’t even have to look to know it was jun (probably with the most pitiful look ever)

“tenma? are you okay?” jun waited as tenma tried to not say anything he’d regret, shifting his weight on his foot back and forth before relenting, shrugging as if it couldn’t be helped

“i don’t know... i just, i can’t see yuri that way. how am i supposed to flirt with someone i don’t even like?”

jun pondered the thought for a moment, before tilting his head, a boyish smile overtaking his features. tenma unwillingly relaxed; jun finally looked his age

“who do you like then?”

tenma froze, a blush even foundation couldn’t hide blossoming on his cheeks. jun let out a teasing “oooh!” as he nudged tenma with his shoulder, who pushed back with an eye-roll

“i-it’s not like that! don’t be so—ugh!” tenma cut himself off, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding jun’s knowing eyes. damn it, they barely knew each other. why was he getting so comfortable with his enemy?!

“well, whoever you thought of, imagine yuri as them.”

“is that what you do?”

jun shrugged, not giving a clear answer for once. before tenma could ask for more information, their break was over

when tenma returned to the scene, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. when he opened them again, he watched as yuri transformed into the one person he’s been trying to impress this entire time: you

when “you” smiled, tenma couldn’t help but follow along. his first-take after break made the cut for the final product

“you must really like them, tenma~” — “stop!!!”

filiming afterwards became easy, especially when he imagined all his romantic words were directed towards you. he could feel the clamminess of his hands, the rapid beat of his heart, the intense blush across his face, all at the thought of you

(the only time he had to start over was when he accidentally said your name instead of yuri’s)

tenma was sure he’d become your favorite actor now! after all, you were his favorite person

“will you watch the first episode of PRETTY U’s season 2 with me?”

you had never said yes so fast in your entire life. when tenma learned there’d be a cast-viewing of episode 1 after finishing the season, he knew his +1 invite could only go to the biggest fan of the show

throughout filming, you were always the person who got him in trouble when the text tone wasn’t put on silent. you liked spamming tenma with a bunch of supportive and encouraging messages when you were available, meaning tenma always had something to look forward to after each scene

in return, tenma would send a selfie of him with his castmates or the set (or, what he was allowed to show under his contract). yet, despite your constant pleas, there was one co-star he’d never take a photograph with: jun

(“tenma! we’ve worked together for months~ shouldn’t i be called your friend now?” “no—” “huh?! don’t pretend you don’t like me!” “who said i was pretending?” “tenma!”)

at first, tenma was apprehensive about inviting you to an event where jun’s picture-perfect face would be on display everywhere. but, whenever he saw you, the weight of the tickets suddenly felt much heavier in his pocket. he couldn’t deprieve you of such an exclusive event just because of his jealousy (even if he was this close to doing so)

when tenma impulsively asked three days before, it felt worth it when you threw your arms around him (he hugged you back and pretended this meant something to you)

“i love you, ten!”

tenma felt like he was on set again, with yuri’s arms tightly holding onto his heart

“i love you, too.”

even after saying it so many times, tenma meant it even if he didn’t say it to your face every time

you looked like the star of the show

tenma fixed his tie as his blazer suddenly felt too tight. you appeared in your most formal attire, looking like a million bucks as you two sat across each other in the limo

“ten, look at all of this!” you pointed out every little thing of preparing for a professional event. the little glasses of champagne neither of you two could drink sat to the side as the leather seats molded to fit your posture. as the night lights of tokyo blurred by, tenma couldn’t help but think you sparkled more than this diamond of a city

“i can’t wait to go see the first episode! thank you for inviting me.” you bowed your head, as if suddenly overcome with gratefulness. tenma lightly kicked your shoe with his, fondly rolling his eyes as he tried not to smile (mission failed)

“don’t worry about it, who else would i bring? you’re my favorite pe—friend. friend, yeah...” tenma trailed off, suddenly finding something very interesting outside of the window. you only nodded, seemingly more interested in the fact there was enough room to walk around

when tenma caught sight of the infamous red carpet laid out in front of the theatre, he cleared his throat and put on his best face for the cameras. after stepping out of the car with his bodyguards nearby, tenma turned and gave you a genuine smile. not his typical arrogant smirk the news source ate up, but a type of smile only reserved for you

when he held out his hand, the flashing lights behind him seemed like a real celebrity, something you had never considered him to be before. it was like seeing tenma in a new light (both literally and figuratively)

“shall we?” you took his hand and wondered if you could ever have your own j-drama. perhaps, tenma could even be the main lead...

before you could step off to the side, tenma already had his arm wrapped around your waist with his unchanging expression (however, underneath it all, he was internally freaking out. what was he going to do now?!)

“you’re my date, right? walk the red carpet with me.” tenma winked (you swore it sparkled) as he gestured towards the carpet ahead. suddenly, the line seemed much longer

“t-ten... you’ve never brought a date before...” you mumbled, acutely aware of how soon it was to walk down together. tenma’s arm stiffened, but nothing else exposed the revelation as he looked down at you

“you’re my first, then.” and my last, tenma thought to himself. before you could change your mind, it was showtime. tenma put on his movie star face and introduced you to familiar interviewers, smiling away as if you two weren’t panicking on the inside

while you were focusing on the fact you were going to be going viral as tenma’s first “date” to the event, tenma was trying not to blush from how close you were. you felt... right besides him

tenma was a natural in front of an audience waiting for him to make a mistake. he flawlessly answered every question with swaggering confidence, his stride easy and poses photogenic

you did your best to follow his lead but it all ended when tenma took you into the theatre, staring down at you with a bright smile

“we did it! see, told you we’d be just fine.” tenma let out an exhale of relief, glowing with joy from the adrenaline of everything that came with being a superstar. as you looked up into his excited eyes, you saw him lean down before—

“your arm is still around me.”

silence, then a hurried separation as tenma put too many feet between you two. it was suddenly as if you two were strangers. you regretted the words the moment they left your mouth; you didn’t mind at all... why did you say something?!

“um... so, food?” tenma spoke up after an eternity of making excuses. you two quickly moved to the line of movie snacks, using candy and popcorn to substitue the suddenly awkward silence

when tenma ordered all your favorites without even asking, he turned around with the selection only to close his eyes and internalize every single thing he was feeling because there he was, his worst enemy

jun entered from a side door, most likely finishing up helping the crew with set-up (and 30 minutes early as usual) before catching tenma’s iconic bright orange hair, a grin lighting up his face

“tenma! it’s me, jun!” he said, as if they weren’t the two main leads of japan’s most famous drama so far. immediately, your smile matched jun’s as you watched as your favorite actor of all time make his way towards you two

“jun... of course you’d be here.” tenma said through gritted teeth, forcing a pleasant smile even with an armful of junk

“ah, still keeping the bad boy attitude? we’re off set now, you can stop method acting now.” jun joked, bringing his attention to you with a dazzling smile that would absolutely make any fansite’s career

“oh? who is this, a friend of yours?” tenma tried not to sigh so loud when you couldn’t help yourself and burst into a long rant about how amazing jun was. tenma waited until you reached your midpoint and stopped you with a quick nudge, trying not to scream (could jun stop being so... perfect? could you stop being so cute?!)

when tenma introduced you, he stood a little closer as he tried to maintain his jealousy. “they’re my date, by the way.” no one had asked, but tenma was clearly telling anyone who was around you two had gone together

jun’s eyes lit up in recognition as he let out a noise of surprise. “ah~ so this is who you—”

tenma didn’t regret losing his giant popcorn so fast to a co-star who could only be silenced with food. his wallet could afford another one, anyways. his pride on the other hand? could not let you know his acting secret already

“what was jun going to say?” you asked after you two departed for the viewing room. tenma nonchalantly pretended like everything was okay as he guided you to front row

“probably something about the fact you’re the one who always interrupts our scenes.”

“hey! my texts make your day, don’t lie!”

“go sit down and eat already, jeez.”

when it began, your eyes couldn’t leave the screen. it was better than you could have imagined. everything was perfect, it exceeded the standards of even the toughest fans out there. you loved every second of it... except...

tenma was too good at being chan. even with his bright hair, the dark clothes he wore made him appear intimidating, with his sharp eyes and even sharper smirk. chan’s appearance was tough, rough, and mean, everything tenma wasn’t

yet, you still couldn’t help but feel your heart sink when chan was clearly in love with yuri. yuri was one of your favorite characters by far, but she ended up bothering you for the entireity of the episode

especially every time she shared a scene (which were many times) with chan. chan was revealed to be a bad boy with a heart of gold, all with a special soft side for yuri

what was this feeling? were you... no, you couldn’t be! after all, you had never seen tenma that way before, right? yet, every time chan made an exception for yuri, you felt sick to your stomach

was it possible that tenma liked the actress who played yuri? you snuck a glance at tenma, only to see he was looking at you already (he’d never admit it, but he was watching your reactions to see if he made you proud. yet, every time you saw him, you subconsciously frowned)

were you not proud of him? did you not like his performance as chan?

before tenma could ask you, the scene changed into one of chan’s. he was standing outside in the school uniform, his head ducked as he swiped through yuri’s social media. before he could look up, yuri jumped in front of him with a teasing smile

“roar!” she called out, referring to their inside joke earlier in the episode. yuri cutely bounced back with another roar, holding her hands up like paws. chan watched, his typical rock-hard expression breaking to reveal his developing feelings for yuri

later on, chan stopped yuri in the hallway, other students watching as the school’s bad boy and goddess interact

“do that again.” chan demanded to which yuri innocently tilted her head, confused like a little puppy. “do what?” “that... that thing.” when chan roared, tenma sunk into his seat with an embarrassed defense and explanation ready. but, when he looked, you finally cracked a laugh at his little roar

your smile only fell when yuri roared again as a joke, but chan smiled for once. tenma wondered why... he thought you would be so happy to be here with him. maybe, he’d never be better than jun...

when the episode ended, it took a moment before you stood up and clapped. tenma followed along, but all he could think about was how he let you down. not only as chan, but as your boy, too

when you two left the room, you two hung back to watch as everyone congratulated one another on the success of the production. in the midst of the cheer and celebration, tenma felt small as he watched your blank expression

what did he do wrong? he put his best efforts into every scene; he might even say it was his best work yet. before he could apologize, you did the unthinkable: you roared

you jumped up into his face, holding your hands up like yuri did. when yuri did it, tenma didn’t feel a thing. but, when you did, tenma felt it. the butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he stared at you, frozen in place

“this is the part where you ask me to do it again.” you shyly trailed off, about to put your hands down before tenma weakly put his hands up, knowing he was about to regret his next move (if the embarrassment didn’t kill him, he didn’t know what would)

“roar!”

that was too loud, wasn’t it? the room suddenly went a lot more quiet as they turned their attention towards a teen actor roaring at his date

“yah! why didn’t you ask me the next line?”

“b-because... i know i like you even without you doing, that, again.”

you paused, taken back by his honesty. as tenma contemplated just falling onto the floor right then and there, you suddenly hardened your expression, standing up straighter with your arms crossed

“do that again.”

“do what?”

“that thing.”

when tenma roared again, much quieter this time, you nodded as you finally smiled genuinely for the first time ever since that episode started

“good, i know how chan feels now. i like you, too.”

“does that mean i’m your favorite actor now?”

(when jun released a video of tenma roaring online, he captioned it with “ROAR = ILY!!!” tenma realized maybe he wasn’t all that bad, but still)

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