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ilovewriting06 · 1 year

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I Love Him- Part 10

I look up with a French fry in my mouth as Lilly and Grace come back from the bathroom. Grace, Tani, Lilly, and I are dress shopping for the wedding. It’s June 12th meaning it’s only five days until the wedding. We decided it would be best to wait till closer to the wedding to get dresses since my pregnancy could make my stomach bigger before the wedding and then the dress wouldn’t fit so here we are in a mall eating McDonalds.

The wedding colors are sage green and dusty blue. Tani and Grace have picked out their dresses which are sage green satin dresses with a slit up the side with spaghetti straps. Lilly has a dusty blue dress that has a white lace top and a dusty blue tulle skirt. My dress still remains a mystery. I’ve decided I want something simple since our wedding is going to be simple and on the beach but we just haven’t found the right dress. Being seven months pregnant limits my choices and my picky fashion sense is making it damn near impossible.

We started our shopping trip around ten in the morning and it is now 2:30. I take a sip of my milkshake as Lilly goes back to finishing her nuggets and apple slices. I look over when Tani sits down, “So, when are your parents coming in?” I smile, “They’re coming in the 15th and mother being the ever traditionalist that she is has decided that I will be staying with Danny the night of the 16th.”

Tani snorts and Grace chuckles, “Sounds like Grammy.” I nod and glance at Lilly to see her perk up at the mention of her grandmother, “Can I stay too?” I chuckle and smooth back her hair, “Yeah baby, I’m sure Grammy and Danno won’t mind.” She smiles and nods before grabbing her chocolate milk.

I huff as I’m pulled into yet another bridal shop, “Why must you put me through this torture?” Tani spins around and crosses her arms, “I’m sorry, did you want to get married in some grease stained jeans and an oversized navy shirt with McGarrett plastered on the back?” I nod frantically, “Yes!”

Tani sighs before rubbing her temples, “Well, you’re not.” With that being said she grabs my arm and drags me in with Grace and Lilly following behind.

After looking for a few minutes I look up when a woman with bottle blonde hair comes up to me with an aggravated smile. I look at her confused, “Is everything alright Maam?” She raises and eyebrow as the girls flank my side with Lilly standing behind me holding my legs, “No, I can’t say that it is.”

I glance at her stance and know that this isn’t going to go well, “I’m sorry about that, but what can we possibly do?” She huffs and leans forward before poking a well manicured finger at my face, “Leave.” My mouth drops, “What?” She shakes her finger before continuing, “You need to leave, you obviously don’t take marriage seriously. Your marriage won’t last a day!” I grit my jaw and put out my arms to stop the girls from moving forward, “Back off girls, she’s mine.” I whisper the last part so only they can hear me. They know me well enough to know I can handle it and if not they’re right there so they take a couple steps back but watch like a couple of hawks.

I cross my arms and pop my hip, “I’m sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She leans forward and hisses, “You’re pregnant!” I sarcastically widen my eyes in surprise, “Woahhhh, what ever gave you that idea?” She scoffs and pulls back a little, “Respect your elders.” I nod, “Now that you mention it I apologize,” she smiles and goes to nod until I continue, “I didn’t realize how old you were, but I see it now. The crows feet by your eyes l, the wrinkles covering your face, should I call your elderly care facility and let them know one of their grandmas got loose?”

She gasps appalled by my words, “You have no right to say that to me.” I rolled my eyes, “Listen, I don’t know what your problem is but I’m trying to find a wedding dress.” She smirks and nods, “That is my problem.”

“What my wedding dress?” She puts a hand on her hip and hums, “Precisely. Mostly the fact that a girl who decided to get pregnant outside of marriage is now getting married when it’s clearly obvious you shouldn’t. That poor man would get cheated on left and right because you could never stay in one bed.” How the hell does she get that bullshit from me being pregnant? “Excuse me! What’s your name?”

She crosses her arms with a proud smile, “Marge.” I nod before my smile goes from nice to pissed off, “Well listen Marge, I don’t know what the hell you went through but don’t take it out on me. I’m pregnant but I’ve also only slept with one man since and for months before that he was still the only man I slept with, and he knows it. So I may have done things a little out of order but I swear it makes my day when bitches like you decide to throw it in my face because I have some things you and any other old wrinkled busy body do not have. Happiness, family, love, all something you lack and Marge if you so much as tell me one more time that I don’t deserve to get married I swear to God you’ll regret it.”

She pulls back and before I know it a hand comes in contact with my face. I grit my teeth when I hear Lilly whimper into my legs, “You have no idea what you just did.” She looks smug and I look at Tani, “Tani, would you do the honors?” She smirked, “Gladly.” She grabbed the handcuffs from her back pocket along with pointing to her badge on her hip, “Marge, you are under arrest for public harassment and assault.” I smirk and look at her, “Anything else you would like to say?” She looks away obviously humiliated and I look at Tani, “We'll take her to meet Steve and Danny later, right now I’m going to find a dress.” And sure enough twenty minutes later I’m wearing a wedding dress that I absolutely love and tears prick my eyes as I realize how close I am to marrying the man I love. I open the door and Grace and Tani’s eyes widen and Grace smiles, “It’s beautiful and simple, just like you wanted.” I nod and look in the mirror knowing this is the one. (A/N: I won’t describe this dress because it’s your wedding so you can decide on whatever dress you want :))

I hold Lilly’s hand as we walk into 5-0 with Marge cuffed before leading her to the room where all the magic happens. When we walk in I smile as Steve looks up before looking at Marge confused.

I stand beside Steve as Danny comes to stand beside me on the other side as I say, “Guys let me introduce you, “Steve, Danny, this is Marge.” Marge looks up terrified and I continue with a smirk, “Marge, this is Steve, my fiancé.” I make sure to emphasize fiancé before turning to Danny, “And this is my older brother, and you know how protective they can be.”

Steve and Danny look at me before Steve gently tilts my head so they can see the handprint still present on my cheek, “Curtesy of Marge over there. Did it right after she called me a whore and vowed that our marriage wouldn’t last more than a day.” Steve’s eyes harden as Danny grits his jaw. Marge looks between them wide eyed before looking at me, “I didn’t know he was a cop! I’m sorry!” I cross my arms and raise a brow, “Marge, honey, that doesn’t change a thing you’re still under arrest.”

I roll my eyes as she tears up claiming I’m lying and she didn’t do anything but the only she managed to do was piss off Steve and Danny more. Steve steps forward with anger in his eyes when he sees how Lilly hasn’t let go of my legs obviously scared of the woman, “Did you hit my fiancé in front of our daughter?” Marge looks at all of us and shakes her head only making Steve angrier, “Oh, now we’re going to add lying to law enforcement to your charge, but let me tell you something, the second you laid a hand on my fiancé in front of our six year old daughter you lost any chance of talking your way out of this.

Once Marge was booked and out of HQ Steve turns to us with a smile, “Did you find your dress?” I nod with a smile, “Yeah,” I turn to Danny, “I’m going to swing by your place and drop the dress off there so nosey over here doesn’t go snooping.” Danny laughs and nods while Steve pouts.

June 16th

I sink into Danny’s couch crossing my arms as I look at mom , “Ma, this is ridiculous, why can’t I see him today?” She sighs, “Y/N, it’ll make tomorrow all the sweeter.” I look away from her glaring at the wall, “Well it’s stupid.” She sighs before walking away leaving me alone in the living room.

I look up when Danny enters and groan when he sits down saying we need to talk, “What Danny? Change your mind about the wedding already?” He leans back into the couch before looking at me with a wide smile. I smile nervous and confused, “What?” He shakes his head before wrapping an arm over my shoulders, “I’m just proud of you.”

I lean my head on his shoulder before snuggling a little closer, “What do you mean?” He squeezes my shoulder before looking at me again, “Do you remember when we were kids and you vowed you would never get married because you wanted to be free and a man wouldn’t let you be?” I chuckle, “Yeah, I was twelve and my friend had just gotten a boyfriend and we didn’t hang out anymore.” He nods, “Yeah but you were serious, you didn’t date anyone until you were 20 and they only lasted a couple months at most.” I nod knowing he’s right, “Yeah, I guess I changed my mind.” He places a kiss on my forehead before smiling, “Oh he changed you in a lot of ways. But I can’t say I’m not happy. Seeing you with him, someone who I think of as a brother, I was happy not just for you but for him too. You came after Catherine, and I think that’s one of the reasons I was dead set against you two.”

I look at him confused and he sighs, “I’m not gonna lie Y/N I thought you were going to break his heart.” I sit up a little hurt by his words and he rushes to sit up, “It’s not that I think you would have done it on purpose but I knew how you felt about relationships and I know you didn’t want tied down but then I watched you two and I realized the only way you two would separate is if one of you died.”

I smile and nod, “Danny, the reason I’m not scared to settle down with him is because I know he won’t tie me down, he won’t try and control me, he doesn’t think for me he lets me make my own decisions and say what needs to be said. He isn’t trapping me he’s given me the option to be free, and he still does. If I want to go somewhere and do something he doesn’t tell me it’s dumb, even though it usually is, he encourages me to do it because he knows it’s what I want to do. He respects me and loves me and in turn I respect him and love him.” Danny smiles before grabbing my hand, “I know, that’s why when he asked for my blessing to ask you to marry him I gave it to him. I didn’t hesitate because I knew he was the one for you, you’re both wild and crazy, that’s what makes you two so beautifully insane together.”

I lean back into the couch, “I love him Danny, ever since I talked to him, he was there for me, a total stranger but somehow someone I felt I knew for my whole life.” He chuckles and nods, ��That’s just the kind of man Steve is.”

The Day of the Wedding

I woke up at 5 am from nerves and anxiousness and check on Lilly to see she’s still asleep in Charlie’s room. Yesterday after everything with Marge, Steve and I sat down with Lilly and made sure she was okay she smiled and told us she was okay because her mommy would protect her. I had never felt so important until that moment.

I sip on my tea since coffee is a big no no while pregnant and jump when I turn around to see Danny, “What the hell Danny?” He shakes his head and chuckles, “Someone’s on edge, do I sense nervousness?” I bite my lip and shrug, “Maybe, or maybe the twins are kicking the crap out of me.” He glances up and down before shaking his head and making coffee, “No, they aren’t, you usually have a look of discomfort and you unknowingly put a hand under your stomach.” I purse my lips and sit at the island, “Okay, I’m nervous.”

He grabs his coffee and stands across the island from me, “I know.” I roll my eyes and sip my tea, “You think he’s nervous?” Danny snorts out a laugh, “Steve, nervous, about you? Yes, the man is nervous, he’s always nervous when it comes to you.” I sit my mug down and squint my eyes, “What’s that supposed to mean?” He takes a drink of coffee before shrugging, “Means he cares about your opinion and decisions and right now you have a very big decision to make.”

“I already made my decision though,” I hold up my left hand to show off the ring. He nods, “Yes, but it wouldn’t be the first time a wedding was canceled on the day it was supposed to happen.” I scowl, “I’m not leaving.” He nods, “I know, he knows too, it’s just nerves everyone goes through. Admit it, you have those same thoughts nagging in the back of your mind too.”

I sigh knowing he’s right before groaning when I hear my parents bedroom door close knowing it’s my mother. Sure enough she rounds the corner and smiles, “Darling! I’m so glad you’re up we have so many things to do!” I drop my head into my hand and whine, “No, not right now.” She grabs my arm and pulls me up before dragging me down the hall, “Yes now, your wedding is at 1 and it’s 6 already, the time is flying by.”

I glance back to see Danny shrug at my help me face, “Sorry, I have to go to Steve’s and help set everything up. Let me know when you’re on the way so we can lock Steve outside.” I laugh, “Will do, but if he wants in that house he’s going to get into that house.” Danny shrugs before heading back to the kitchen.

June 17th- 10 am

I smile as Tani comes rushing through the door to pick, Grace, Lilly, Ma, and me up and take to the house to get ready, “Sorry I’m late, traffic.”

I nod before looking at mom, “Ma call Danny and let him know we’re on the way, Grace go get Lilly.” They all nod and carry out their tasks while I rub my stomach which I do believe the boys are having a party in right now.

When we’re all in Tani’s car, very squished I might add, I relax back into the passengers seat, “Tani don’t poke sitting is not helping my bladder right now.” She turns to me confused, “You just peed!” I nod and hum, “Yes, but I’m pregnant with two active boys that love to jump on my bladder. I could probably pee all day if I wanted to.” She grumbles out how she’s happy she’s not having kids and I roll my eyes at her antics.

June 17th- 12:45 pm

I tap my foot as Grace finishes the last few touches on my hair, “There, now you can get dressed.” I smile and turn around to see Lilly in her dress, “Lilly you look so pretty baby!” She smiles and spins in a circle, “Look it floats!” I chuckle and nod before walking towards mom who is just now seeing my dress. She turns around with teary eyes and pulls me into a hug, “You’re growing up, long gone is the little girl who always terrorized her siblings and had to be pried away from every mud puddle. Now you are a beautiful young woman who terrorizes her siblings and friends and has to be pried away from Steve and the ocean.”

I laugh and blink back tears before tightening my grip on her, “I’m still you and Pops’ little princess,” I glance at Lilly with a smile, “I just have a little princess of my own now.” She nods and pulls me into another hug before pulling away and wiping her tears, “It’s almost time dear, we have to get you in your dress.”

June 17th- 1 pm

I gulp as I loop my arm through Pop’s and stand on the back patio waiting for the bridesmaids and flower girl to make their way to the front. I let out a shaky breath and Pop’s squeezes my arm, “Relax, ignore everyone else and just focus on him.” I nod glad he knows my nerves are from all the people and not that I’m vowing to spend the rest of my life with Steve, that was the one thing that made me continue on.

I suck in a deep breath as the wedding march plays and then I see his face, and everything disappears, just like Pop said.

Everything flies by until the vows, and then I know how Steve felt when he proposed. I squeeze his hands as I take a breath, “Steve, I can say I now know how you felt the night you proposed because I remember nothing about what I was going to say.” He laughs as do the guests before I continue, “So I’ll just pull a you and fly by the seat of my pants,” he rolls his eyes playfully when I squeeze his hands, “I’ve told you over and over again that the day I called you I fell in love with you and I couldn’t imagine my life without you and that’s true but I never told you something. I was reminded lately, by someone that when I was twelve I had vowed to never settle down and I would never get married. And I stuck to that vow until I was 20 and even then no relationship lasted more than six months. And then Danny got shot and you called and offered your services to help ease my anxiety and then Danny got shot again and I took you up on the offer. We talked everyday and then within six months I made the decision to move to Hawaii. I talked myself into believing that Danny, Grace, and Charlie were the reason I was moving, but deep down, I knew it was you. You are the reason I moved and you are the first person I have truly loved and the only person who could ever get me to settle down, so I Y/N Y/M/N promise to love you and stay by your side till the end of time.”

Steve lets go of my one hand to wipe his eyes and sniffles, “Damn, I should have went first.” I smile and chuckle under my breath before he continues, “Now that you’ve got me crying I’ll go.” I smile and whisper an I love you causing him to smile, “A little over a year ago we got a little tipsy and made what we thought at the time was a mistake,” I blush a deep shade of red as it’s revealed of the unknown start of our relationship. “And then, in the morning we realized that it wasn’t a mistake, it was the best decision we’ve ever made. After that we went out and decided that we didn’t want it to end and it didn’t. We managed to keep it between us for five months and then during an argument you outed us both, and then outed you were pregnant. Not exactly how I pictured finding out I was going to be a father but I was still thrilled.” I laugh as Danny rolls his eyes remembering the night everything went down. Steve ran his thumbs over my knuckles, “I never thought I would settle down, not because I didn’t want to but because I didn’t think I would ever find someone to settle down with, but now, now I have you. I have a family and I can settle down with the woman I love and a beautiful daughter and two sons. I promise to love you and protect you, as well as our children until the day I die.”

I lean my head back and blink, “You jerk, It’s not waterproof.” After I banish the tears it’s officially that time, “You may kiss the bride.”

I squeak as I’m dipped back a little bit with Steve’s lipped locked on mine as our friends and family cheer and clap and a few flashes go off.

I pull back and smile before whispering against his cheek, “We did it, we’re married.” He nods, “Yeah, yeah we are.” I pull him into another kiss as more flashes appear quickly blocked out by my eyes closing from pure bliss.

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blueskiesandstarrynights · 9 months

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ok, so I know you're not in this fandom, so I apologize in advance, but this au has taken over my brain and I haven't written a single word yet so-

Hopper-Byers Firestarter au. Hear me out.

Joyce and Hopper are a couple teens strapped for cash and are offered a chance to participate in an experiment for 200 bucks. They figure what's the harm, they've got a 50/50 shot of just getting an injection of distilled water, and if they do get the drug they'll probably be tripping balls for a few hours before they go about their merry lives. Right? Wrong! lol

There's something wrong. They're both given the drugs, but Joyce swears she saw one of the test subjects claw at his eyes, smearing his blood soaked hand on the chart above him. She swears she has a whole conversation with Jim, sharing everything and nothing all inside their heads.

They've both been given powers, and a few years later, they'll have been the only ones not dead or driven insane. He has minor telekinesis, and she's able to push people into doing or agreeing to what she wants.

Time passes and the two grow closer and a few years later there's a ring around their fingers and Joyce is pregnant with her first. The problem? They're being watched. They don't always know how or even particularly who, but the why is clear- the scientists want their lab rats back. So they plan in secret. Gather resources, vet doctors as safe, research locations, and slowly start selling furniture over the course of months. One day, they gather all their belongings in Jim's truck and set off. They spend months on the road, crashing everywhere they can and taking the long route while crossing at least 10 state lines to shake the government tail they've acquired. They're terrified they'll never shake them and Joyce will have to give birth on the road, but finally they arrive at their intended destination with no one following them- a tiny town in bumfuck Indiana where no one would think to find them.

They're still looking over their shoulder and checking for anyone else following them, or bugs planted in the house, but for the first time in years, they feel safe enough.

Years continue to pass and the two realize something about young Jonathan- he seems or have inherited some form of telepathy from them, meaning whatever fucked up drugs are in them that changed who they are can be passed down. They talk with him, making him feel safe and loved, while also warning him of what could happen if he wasn't careful.

Fast forward a bit and Jonathan's three now and Joyce is pregnant again, this time with twins. Hopper and Joyce are both overjoyed and terrified. Anything could happen and moving around is so much harder with three kids, two of them being newborns. They ramp up their paranoia and frequency of checks for government tails.

They think they're in the clear, but when Joyce gives birth in a hospital they checked multiple times, little Will is the only survivor of the two, the other twin tragically dies in childbirth 😔

Don't believe that? Neither do Joyce or Hopper. Publicly, they cry and grieve, but quietly, they dive into research to find out what really happened to their little girl.

Unfortunately, their efforts are put on hold as they realize Will has some kind of electrokinesis. which is a major problem for a baby. every time he was hungry or threw a temper tantrum, sparks would fly and he would short out anything from the lamp to the whole house if he wasn't careful.

years pass, and we pick up when Will is 12 and Jonathan is 15 in 1983. At this point, Hopper is convinced their unnamed girl really is dead, and Joyce's faith is starting to waver as well. They've spent many years following trails, having even taken the boys away one summer to trace a lead that led nowhere. There was one close call a few years ago where a couple suits tried to take Joyce while Hopper was at work, but she defended herself and by the time Hopper came home, he scared the shit out of the suit enough to leave them be and lie about how the mission went. What followed was an intense and heated debate, but they ultimately decided to stay in Hawkins.

What follows at this point is what I'm hoping to make as a combination of s1 of st and the plot of firestarter. They do find out el's alive and theirs which I cannot wait for because hell hath no fury if you've messed with Joyce Byers' kids. I also have this specific idea that Will and El are psychically linked, but I'm still trying to figure out the details of that. I'm still working out how I wanna do a lot of this, and I'm really sorry if the way I phrased some of this may come across as unappealing but this won't stop rotating in my head I'm obsessed and I haven't even finished the book. If you've made it this far and have any questions I'm more than happy to answer them considering I want to be able to expand this.

#st #asks #plankton #stranger things #firestarter au #<-temp tag for this #jim hopper #joyce byers #jonathan byers #will byers #el hopper

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gashinabts · 3 years

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anti-romantic | (m)

word: 4.1k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Slight Angst, Fluff, Smut

Summary: celebrating father’s day without actually having kids is more fun according to you and jungkook

Warnings: hidden oral sex (fem), blow job, public sex, slight choking, riding, some roleplay (hehe)

a/n: lol this was in my drafts and was supposed to be posted on father’s day but idk if you guys liked this couple...but here it is! Might do more drabbles and stuff with this couple. lemme know what you guys think.

Read this first —> anti-baby fever

“ Happy Father's day!,” you place the bouquet of flowers on the desk before jumping on his body that was peacefully sleeping in the bed. There’s a grunt that comes out and you nuzzle your way into his neck, kissing his moles until he wakes up.

Jungkook's eyes open slowly, yawning loudly before speaking. “ How’d you find out that I have a kid? I thought I did a better job of being discreet,” he smiles when you bite his neck. His large hands hold onto your waist moving you so that you are sitting on top of him.

“ Yeah happy father’s day...because I do be swallowing your babies,” you hold back your laughter as you try to finish your sentence.

Jungkook barks a laugh, shaking his head at the dirty joke. “ I’m surprised to hear that coming from your mouth but I’m also proud,” he brings your head down to kiss your lips. There’s a slight gap when he pulls apart, “ So where is my breakfast in bed?” Jungkook asks, his lips barely touch yours as he speaks.

“ Damn, you're taking this roleplay too far,” you huff a laugh. “ Do you also want me to buy you a barbecue grill?” His eyes playfully roll, bringing you down to kiss him once more.

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As funny as it sounds your dad is trying to convince Jungkook to buy a similar barbecue as him, they are talking among themselves, grilling some meat as you are with your mother and sister. It's a small gathering and you just want to go back inside your parents house because it is a million degrees outside. “ Auntie Y/N come swim with us,” one of your nephews comes to splash water on you. He laughs loudly when you give him an annoyed look, as the cold water drenched your summer dress.

“ I don’t have any swim suits and if I get in there I will probably drown you in front of your mom,” you feel a pinch on your left arm from your mom giving you a disappointed look. On the other hand your sister laughs, shaking your head as she breastfeeds her daughter. The little brat taunts you sticking his tongue out then swims along to play with his cousins. “ I’m kidding,” you tell your mom.

Turning back to drinking your ice tea, you sigh at the words your mother says next. “ So when are you and Jungkook going to get married? You are not getting anymore younger and it will be hard to get pregnant-”

“ Mom...,” your sister tries to defend you.

The thought of swimming sounds more appealing to you, anything that makes you stray away from this conversation with your mother. “ We actually got married, we just didn’t invite you to the wedding,” you look at your mom, her eyes shooting daggers at you. “ Imma go swimming. My stuff is still in my old room, yeah?” Your mom nods her head, pinching the bridge of her nose, probably at the annoyance of you.

Stepping in your old room feels nice, the cold air hitting your slightly sweaty face, instantly making you cool down. You toss your body on your bed, closing your eyes, taking a breather before going outside and into the boiling pits of hell. “ This brings up old memories,” you hear your boyfriend. Smiling you look to the doorway, his body leaning against your door entrance, his arms are crossed and there’s muscle definition on his biceps.

“ Yeah, because we lost our virginity on this bed,” you hold your hand out so he can come closer to you. Jungkook leans down, giving you quick kisses before giving you a suggestive look.

“ Should we recreate it?,” his eyebrows go up and down.

“ Okay,” you whisper, bringing his head down to kiss him again. “ That means you have to come in the first minute,” you laugh as he lets out a groan. Pushing him away you get up from the bed, and go to the drawers and grab a swimsuit. Putting it on you feel the straps digging into your hips and your top barely covering your boobs. Of course you don’t fit your high school swimsuits.

“ Fuck,” you hear Jungkook sigh. Turning around you give him a confused look until you look down and see a boner. “ You look so fucking hot,” he comes to grab at your ass but you smack it off. Jungkook likes that you can’t fit in your bottoms, your cheeks showing making him want to bite it. Your hips look wider and he wants to hold on to it, feeling your supple skin that spills out from the thin straps. And the way your boobs spill out like they are purposely begging him to suckle on them.

The apple of cheeks blush, your eyes widening at the intense stare. Shaking your head while looking at the door entrance nervously to see if anyone saw this scene. “ We are not fucking here, wait till we get home,” you lift your top up to try to cover more skin.

“ Let me just taste you, baby. I’ll be quick,” his hands hold your hands kissing it, giving you his best puppy eyes. He just wants to smell you and taste you. A whole parade happens in his head when you agree, leaning against the dresser and parting your legs.

Maybe it’s the heat that went to your head, that made you dumbly nod without thinking about the consequences that might happen. It turns you on even more, that you guys have to be careful and aware of your surroundings. Jungkook goes on his knees, pecking the inside of thigh before moving the swimsuit to the side, showing him your glistening folds. Immediately, his mouth is on you, tasting your arousal on his taste buds. One of your hands goes up to your mouth softening your quiet moans. The other hand, holds the dresser tightly, afraid that you might fall down.

His tongue lathers you wetness, looking up to see your chest heavily move and down. Your pretty eyes looking down at his mouth work wonders on you. “ Jungkook,” you moan. His rough hands lift your thighs up, stuffing his face more in, tongue penetrating in and out in your entrance.

Lewd noises are being made by the two of you. Jungkook’s lips smack against your pussy, while your moaning has increased despite your hand muffling the noises. Your eyes widen when you notice your door is still open, anybody can pass by because the bathroom is across your room. “ Pay attention to me baby,” Jungkook smacks the outside of your thigh.

Listening to his words, you look into his doe eyes, his tongue do small licks on clit then sucking it before his lips plop off loudly. “ I don’t want you wearing this outside, because all I want to do is fuck you silly,” his finger goes to your entrance, thrusting slowly with a slight curl. “ I love the way you look in this,” his other finger joins and watches your hips ride them like it was his cock. He blows cool air onto your folds watching your body twitch at the sensation.

“ Yeah? I can barely fit in it,” you say as you toss your head back. There’s a cooling sensation against your heat, pulling your bottoms more to the side so it doesn’t go in the way of his mouth.

“ That’s why I love it, your body spilling out of it and it’s fucking hot. Look at your tits barely covered, your nipples are begging to be sucked on,” he gives you a sloppy kiss on your clit before continuing, “ Your hips look really wide, you know that means you can take my cock better.” His thumb rubs your clit fast, more wetness seeps out of your entrance making his fingers slide in faster. “ I also love it because I got to see you grow into and out of this swimsuit. Just proves to you that I’m always here,” he pecks your thigh.

The words make you blush, insecurities washed away because you never thought that not fitting your swimsuit could be this hot and liberating. More importantly it makes you want to come all over his mouth. “ I love you,” you whisper softly.

His eyes are sparkly, looking like he holds the constellations in his eyes. “ I love you,” he says. Then placing his mouth on your cunt. Eating you up like he didn’t eat at all today. He moans into you, as your hands hold his hair tightly, the vibrations hitting your sensitive nerves making you moan loudly as you come against his wet mouth. Your hips moving against his mouth as you come down your high, finally stopping after a few seconds. Jungkook places your bikini back in place, kissing your hip.

His hair is in his face, you tuck a strand behind his ear, “ Yeah, I’m not going swimming anymore,” you laugh in disbelief that your boyfriend ate you out in your childhood bedroom while your family is outside. Taking off your bikini you return back to your summer dress.

“ Yeah, we don’t want you flashing a nipple when you do a cannonball,” he laughs, getting up and watching you look at the mirror. There’s a slight frown on your face, he comes closer plopping his head on your shoulder. “ What’s wrong?” his hands are placed on your waist drumming his fingers.

“ Do you want to get married?” your eyes meet Jungkook’s. His eyes widening at your question, there’s a couple seconds of silence. His body immediately leaves your, creating a small gap. Turning around to face him instead of talking to his reflection.

Jungkook's eyebrows raise. “ Are you asking me or is it your mom?” When he was talking to your father earlier, he noticed you looking annoyed while talking to your mother. There was a small frown on your pretty face, and he wanted to kiss it off but your father was talking about which charcoal he uses for the grill.

“ It’s better to just get it over with, so she won’t have to keep pestering me,” you shrug. Which is probably not the right choice of words, since Jungkook lets out a disappointed sigh. His hand pushes his hair back in frustration.

“ Seriously, Y/N?” As much of Jungkook would love to get married to you, he doesn’t want to get proposed because ‘you just want to get it over with’, it leaves his heart feeling heavy that you don’t see the problem in this.

The tone in his voice sounds just like your mother, a chastising tone, and you get annoyed.“ I thought you wanted that,” you toss your head back. Not knowing what you are doing wrong.

Jungkook doesn’t want to argue, especially now, since you guys are supposed to be spending family time. “ Not like that,” he rolls his eyes at how unaware you are. There’s a few seconds of silence, his hands push his hair back in frustration. “ Let’s go back out,” he says in defeat. Walking ahead of you, not holding your hand like he usually does.

The slider door is right in front of you, your family are talking among each other. One thing you don’t want is to be on bad terms. “ Jungkook, are you upset?” You grab his hand before he can walk outside to carry on talking to your family.

“ Yes. Let’s talk about this later, okay?” Jungkook turns around giving you a smile. Not the kind of smile that makes your heart flutter, it’s the type of smile that you give when you don’t want to deal with someone. In defeat, you nod letting go of his hand, as he walks to the pool getting splashed by your nephews. He brightly smiles at them, wiping the water off his face before getting a water gun and chasing them with it.

Sighing you walk to your dad who is still grilling meat, he looks at you smiling. “ Something wrong kiddo,” he asks as he flips over the meat. Typically, you never talk to your dad about your problems, only ever going to your sister sometimes but she’s not much help because she’s with your mom.

“ Jungkook and I had a...little argument,” you say, looking to the pool to see him spinning your nephew around. “ I asked if we should just get married because of mom’s bickering. Jungkook got upset,” you scratch your arm. Looking back at your dad whose face is at a grimace, your eyes widening. “ What?”

There is playful screaming and laughing in the background, you ignore it trying to listen to your dad’s words. “ Don’t you think that’s a little harsh? I wouldn’t want to be asked like that,” he chuckles lightly.

Replaying the conversation that you had with Jungkook, you mentally smack your palm to your head. Your mom shouldn’t be the reason why you should marry Jungkook. Jungkook is a hopeless romantic, he likes to be swallowed whole by your love. So of course he wouldn’t want to be proposed like that. Your dad pats your back in comfort before leaving you in your thoughts as you look at Jungkook making funny faces at your baby niece.

Jungkook is back in the house grabbing plates from the kitchen cabinet, you close the slider door quietly, walking behind him as he reaches for the last plate. Wrapping your arms behind his small waist, his breath hitches, exhaling your name. “ I’m a dummy,” you whisper.

Jungkook softly laughs, “ No you're not. I’m sorry for overreacting-“

“ You weren’t though,” you lay your head completely on his back, hearing his heartbeat. “ I wasn’t being considerate,” you kiss his back through his shirt. The plate makes a small clunk sound when he places it on the counter, turning around in your arms. His brown eyes look into your eyes before kissing you on your cheek.

“ Baby, do you want me to talk to your mom?” Jungkook asks, his large hand caressing your cheek. You give him a questioning hum. “ That we don’t have to get married right now. That we are perfectly fine just the way we are.”

The silky strands are gliding in between your fingers, as you push it away from his face.“ Hmm. Maybe she will listen to you better,” you smile. Jungkook can easily make your mom's views change within seconds with his charming smile.

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Jungkook lifts you up the ground before you enter the house, crossing the threshold as he holds you in his strong arms. “ Why do you keep doing this with every house,” you laugh, holding on to him tightly. “ We don’t even know we are buying this house,” you say as he finally puts you down. Looking around the empty house, you visualize a sofa and tv in the spacious living room.

“Exactly we don’t know, it’s bad luck not to do that,” he also looks around. “ This is nice,” he whistles looking at your hips swaying as you walk to the kitchen. “ The kitchen I mean,” he cockily says.

Turning around you playfully swat him, “ Can you imagine yourself cooking here?” The cold countertops touch your fingertips as they slide against it. You can see yourself cooking here making food for you and Jungkook, his hands on your hips as he watches you.

Jungkook likes the way the set up of the kitchen, the granite countertops and the dark brown wooden cabinets give the kitchen an expensive feel. Compared to the first apartment he got with you in college this place is a thousand times better. His heart flutters knowing that he gets to share the rest of his life with you in this house. He comes closer to you hugging you from behind as you look inside the empty cabinets. “ Mhm, yeah I can see myself cooking here,” his nose rubs against your neck loving the perfume you're wearing. He can also see himself doing other things in this kitchen. “ And eating here too,” he says, blowing a raspberry in your neck.

Laughing in his hold you turn your head to kiss his cheek, “ Let’s go up. Before you act on your fantasies,” you grab his hand. Going up the stairs you guys checked out the three rooms and bathrooms. This house is something that you’ve been wanting for the past year, it’s spacious, has a big backyard to plant your flowers, and two hours away from your parents. “ We can put our bed here,” you point in the middle. “ The dressers here,” you point in two different directions.

Jungkook smiles fondly as you point at random spaces, he’s pretty sure that you pointed at the same area more than once for different furniture going there. “ How about the other rooms? You don’t think three rooms is big?”

You shake your head, “ I think it’s perfect. Our room, your gaming room, and maybe a guest room in case my mom wants to spend the night,” you shrug at the end. There’s a rush of serotonin just imagining getting this house. “ What are your thoughts?” His pretty eyes look around the empty big room and smile on his face.

“ Let’s get it,” he looks back at you. Your eyes meet and you grab his shirt pulling him down to kiss him to show him how happy you are. Pulling away, he holds your chin looking at your silly smile. ‘ Yeah, this is definitely home,’ Jungkook thinks to himself.

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“ Fuck Y/N,” Jungkook moans loudly his head hitting the back of his seat. Your mouth sucks his tip lightly as your hand moves up and down his cock. His breathing is getting louder, and he wraps your hair around his hand, wanting to see your eyes. “ Couldn't even wait to go inside the apartment,” he shakes his head in fake disappointment. But this was far from disappointing.

Moaning against his tip, you shake your head. Deciding on buying the house turned you on and you couldn’t wait to fuck him. Your lips make a plop sound as you pull apart, “ That wouldn’t be any fun,” you kiss his tip. Causing him to groan at your cunningness. “ We should fuck one last time in this parking lot,” you blow cold air on his tip before going down again.

Jungkook wipes the foggy car window to make sure no one is here looking at you choking on his cock. You're letting guttural noises and your eyes water at his size, your hips move side to side in the air, probably itching to be touched. “ Yeah, choke on it,” Jungkook pushes your head down more, throat tightening around his cock. “ Are you crying on my cock?” Jungkook condescending laughs.

It turns you on how mean he is being, your tears come down even more at the humiliation but you enjoy it. You can feel your panties are getting stuck on your folds and you badly want to relieve yourself. Jungkook pushes your head down one last time before pulling your head by your hair to kiss you. His tongue pushes against your exchanging moans against each other. He helps you move your body over the center console so you are now sitting on his lap. “ Wait Jungkook,” you pull apart. “ I need to take my pants off,” you look at the tight space around you. There’s not enough room to take it off where you are.

Jungkook screams at himself for not owning a bigger car. “ Uhh, just take your pants off real quick outside and come back inside the car,” he looks out to see no one out. The things you do for sex, you hurridely take off your pants and returning back to the position. His hands are on your thighs rubbing them up and down, as he makes outs with you. Your hips move against his trying to pleasure yourself.

Jungkook pulls away staring at you with a lustful gaze, his hands moving up to caress your face, “ Can’t believe we are doing this,” he says, laughing in disbelief.

“ Mmm, same. Something about you signing the papers and paying the deposit turned me on,” you kiss his cheek, while stroking him in your hands.

He groans, tossing his head back showing his bare neck for a quick second, “ Yeah?” He gives you a boyish smile. “ When I saw you walking up the stairs. Kinda wanted to fuck you right there,” he kisses your neck. He moans your name when you insert his cock into your tight entrance.

“ Next time, do it. Take me anywhere in our new house,” you hold his head close to your neck. Feeling him sucking on your skin, probably marking his love for you. “ Are you gonna fuck me like your little housewife?” Smiling to yourself when you hear him groan your name. You breath out heavily, thighs shaking as you move up and down on his cock.

Jungkook's hands wrap around your waist tightly, thrusting up into you. “ My little housewife,” he whispers to himself. It doesn’t necessarily fit your image, due to the fact that you have a high paying job and you guys aren’t even married but it turns him on. There’s something a little demeaning about it and it twisted as it sounds he wants to continue with this little act you proposed. “ Gotta have you wearing nothing but an apron on,” he snarkily smiles up to you.

His hard thrust is making you jostle in his arms, and you cry even more just imagining him fucking you from behind as you cook him dinner. “ Yeah what else would you want from me, my lovely husband,” you put your hands to the car ceiling trying to keep yourself ahold.

His heart does a little jump at the word of husband, he knows it’s only you teasing but he loves the way it comes out of your mouth. “ Mmm, you have to be waiting on your knees when I come home from work,” he says while one of his hands trails up your neck lightly squeezing it. “ Fuck your mouth since you’re a needy slut waiting for her husband like a good wife.”

Your walls tighten when you hear him speaking nothing but filth to you. His thrust hits the spot that makes you drool and eyes rolling back. “ Fuck Jungkook,” you whisper. The car is probably moving from how hard Jungkook is fucking. If someone were to walk by they can obviously tell that you guys are doing the nasty, but you don’t care, this is your last day in this apartment complex.

Jungkook looks at your tits bouncing and his mouth does his best at sucking at them. He moans around it loving the feeling of your nipple in his mouth. His eyes look up at you staring down at him, sucking it hard. His lips plops off your tit, “ Are you gonna come for me, my pretty little housewife?” He watches as you nod your head up and down, holding the car ceiling as your life depends on it. He wants to remember this moment forever. His hand holds your soft tit, fingers pinching your nipple, while his mouth goes back to the other nipple sucking it softly. Your walls squeeze his cock tight as you come around it while moaning his name loudly. He prays that the windows do a good job muffling your moans, but he doubts it.

Your hands come down brushing his hair back, “ Come in your wife,” your body is still shaking from the intense orgasm. “ Make good use of me,” you tell him. His eyes roll back at words. He sucks harder on your nipple and you hiss in pain and delight. He holds you tighter in his arms, thrusting in quick motions as he comes into you.

The feeling of his come in your cunt makes you want him to fuck you all over again. Knowing that you are the only person in the world to have him inside you like this makes you prideful. The breaths die down and Jungkook is now sucking your nipples softly, humming around it. Your hands softly brushing his hair back, letting him do his thing. “ I didn’t know you would be so into the housewife role playing,” you laugh to yourself.

His lips part from your tits, and he laughs with you. “ You're into it just as I was,” he pecks your boob one last time before taking his cock out of you. The semen slowly comes down your lips, his finger coming to massage it into your folds. His mouth waters wondering what you and him taste like together. He looks up, “ Wanna quit your job and I’ll wife you up?” he laughs when you swat his hand away.

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queenshelby · 3 years

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The Concubine - Part Eight

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Graphic Torture, Blood, Angst, Violence, Loss of Pregnancy, Smut

Words: 2,656

One week has passed since you miscarried and your life had changed quite significantly. You were sharing it with Tommy now and he was very different to Steven. To your surprise, he was gentle and caring and this wasn’t something you were expecting from a man in his position and with his standing.

You knew what he did and what he was involved in. The murders, the killing, the drug trafficking. You weren’t blind and business was always on his mind. In fact, his mind never rested. He couldn’t rest. There was too much to do and he still craved revenge.

Whilst you had never spoken about it again, the beatings and causing you to miscarry, you knew that he wanted to see Steven suffer for what he did to you. But, Steven was nowhere to be found until that very cold Sunday evening where everything changed with a phone call from Arthur.

‘Fucking got em Tom’ Arthur said through the phone and Tommy was quick to put on his jacket and coat, making his way through the door and to his silver Bentley.

‘Where are you going Tommy?’ you asked surprised as you followed him through the door. He seemed to be in a mad rush.

‘I’ve got work to do Love. Don’t wait up, eh’ Tommy said, turning around briefly to give you a kiss.

‘Tommy, you promised’ you pouted, knowing that tonight was the night your abstinence and hunger for him was to come to end.

‘I will make it up to you, eh?’ Tommy said with a grin before you pulled him in for another kiss.

‘You will?’ you asked, biting your lip seductively. Whilst you were still bruised and hurt, you were desperate for him to take you. You loved being intimate with him.

‘Yes, I will, and you won’t be able to walk straight for fucking days, eh’ Tommy winked before getting into his car, causing you to laugh.

***

When Tommy arrived at the factory building where Arthur and Michael held Steven captive, the anger within him was building and so was his rage.

He knew what Steven had done to you and he knew what he had done to other women, including several working girls at establishments owned by the Shelby family while using an alias.

‘At last, we meet, eh’ Tommy said harshly as he sat down on a chair across from Steven who was bound to a pole with a with rope. A white piece of fabric was tied around his mouth to keep him quiet while he was sweating profusely.

‘It was fucking hard to find you. But now that you are here, your father can go free, get on with business or, more so, start over again because you fucked up, eh’ Tommy said as he removed the white fabric from Steven’s mouth.

‘I haven’t done anything to you. What the hell do you want from me?’ Steven asked, shivering and crying as he did. He was fearful and believed that Tommy was there to kill him.

‘I don’t want anything from scum like you. All I want is for you to pay for your fucking sins, eh’ Tommy growled, pulling Steven up on his shirt as he did.

‘If this is about this whore your brother saved, she fucking deserved it’ Steven then said, unable to hold back his emotion and, just as he did, Tommy pulled off his razor cap and slowly dragged it across Steven’s face, causing him to bleed profusely.

‘Listen to me you little fuck. I have made a deal with your father not to kill you but if you disrespect Y/N again, I will end you in the most painful way possible’ Tommy then said louder as Steven’s screams.

‘She cheated on me and I should have beaten her to death’ Steven growled in anger and pain.

‘He didn’t fucking listen to a word I said’ Tommy observed with a chuckle. ‘Did he fucking listen Arthur?’ he then asked, looking at Arthur.

‘No Tommy. He didn’t listen’ Arthur confirmed.

‘Pull him up, put him onto the table and start with what he did to his fiancée and the whores he visited at our establishments’ Tommy growled, handing one of his men a belt and they were quick to comply with Tommy’s request while Tommy watched.

‘She did fucking cheat on you, didn’t she, eh’ Tommy then said as the tenth stroke hit Steven’s back.

‘Because why would she be with someone like you...’ he went on to say as the twelfth stroke came down, causing Steven to cry in pain.

‘He is enjoying this too fucking much. Hit him harder’ Tommy then instructed before he continued on.

‘Now, I tell you a little secret Steven. The man she cheated on you with was me. Unlike you, I didn’t force her to do anything, treated her with respect and, if it wasn’t for you fucking animal, she would still be carrying my child. You killed my child and you can be grateful that I didn’t know that she was pregnant before she lost the baby, eh. Because if I would have known, you most certainly would die tonight’ Tommy then said, pulling on Steven’s cheek with anger as the 20th stroke hit him.

‘How does it fucking feel, eh? Being treated and abused like this’ Tommy growled when the final stroke came down on Steven’s back and he told his men that this was enough.

‘I am sorry please…please just stop’ Steven pleaded as tears were running down his face.

‘So that you can go back and rape more prostitutes, beat more women or take your anger out on anyone else who is not equal in size to you?’ Tommy asked.

‘I promise, I won’t hurt anyone…please just let me go’ Steven pleaded.

‘No, you won’t. I will make sure of that’ Tommy then said, pulling his face close as the blood from Steven’s cheek-stained Tommy’s clothes.

Then Tommy pulled Steven of the table and, whilst the blood from Steven’s back now also covered Tommy, he forced him to turn around and sit on the chair in the corner.

‘If you come near Y/N, or her family or any of my establishments, I will have you killed and I will also have your father and brothers killed. Do you understand?’ Tommy asked, causing Steven to nod.

‘Good’ he growled before turning around, facing his men.

‘Finish it’ he then ordered before lightening himself a cigarette and handing one of his men a hot piece of metal.

‘This will hurt’ Arthur then said as he followed Tommy to his car and, just as they left the building, they could hear the screams in the distance as Tommy’s men were branding Steven’s skin with the word ‘Rapist’ as a warning for any women who would cross his path.

‘See that the women in our establishments receive compensation for what he has done to them. Also, I am taking a break for two weeks. I trust you can handle matters without me, eh’ Tommy then said to Arthur, causing Arthur to nod.

‘A break? Arthur asked surprised.

‘I promised Y/N a holiday when this is over. And now it’s over’ Tommy then said.

***

It was at around midnight when you heard Tommy’s car pull up in front of the house and, whilst he told you not to stay up, you did and waited for him in the small reading room leading to his office.

‘You waited up, eh’ Tommy said somewhat surprised when he saw you wearing nothing but black and very seductive lingerie as he hung up his jacket and gun holster.

‘Tommy, are you alright? Your clothes are covered in blood’ you said with worry as you quickly walked over towards him.

‘Yes Love, it’s not my blood’ Tommy said, reassuring you before kissing you gently.

‘Then who’s blood is it?’ you asked almost unbothered by it.

‘Steven’s’ Tommy said carefully, leaving you speechless.

‘I wanted to kill him. But I didn’t. Yet, he got what deserved and he won’t be hurting anyone else’ Tommy then said, sighing as he did and, just like that, you crashed your lips onto his in haste.

There was something wrong but yet sexy about all of this, Tommy covered in blood, the man you loved seeking revenge on the man you hated with all your heart.

‘I need you to fuck me, right here and right now’ you said. Your crimson lips curled, taking on a sinful countenance as your ever hungry tongue slithered forth before whispering ‘I need you Tommy’.

‘My clothes are stained with blood Y/N, I should…’ Tommy said, holding back and, before he could finish his sentence, you responded.

‘I don’t care’ you said with urge and Tommy was quick to return your kiss.

You felt small as he towered over you but you drew up to your full height and boldly ran your hands over his chest.

You then stepped back just far enough to let your nimble fingers glide over Tommy’s tie and shirt, unbuttoning his vest and releasing the loose knot of his tie.

‘Fuck’ he simply growled and you watched his eyes crawl from your encased feet, up your stocking legs, to the clasp of the garter...following the garter straps up and noticing what the frame job was doing to your immaculately bare pussy.

You couldn't help but shiver as Tommy took in the sight of your mound. You could tell just how excited he was by your swollen glistening pussy lips and clit peeking out from under its protective hood. Tommy’s eyes only pulled away reluctantly, to continue the sight-seeing journey they started until your eyes met.

What you saw there made your heart skip a beat. Gone was the selfless man that saved you as he once again transformed into a predator ... and you were his prey.

The smile that your face sported grew with a devilish delight. Finally, the week of abstinence was coming to an end and you would get to experience the beast within Tommy again.

You had no time to react as Tommy stepped close, pushing you back against the wall with a resounding grunt, his hands moving to the lace barely covering your breasts and tugged the flimsy material down.

‘Tell me if I am hurting you, alright? Your back is still bruised’ Tommy said caringly and you nodded before pulling him closer again.

‘I need you to fuck me, Tommy. No holding back, please’ you demanded, causing Tommy to chuckle.

Your breasts were fully exposed now with the prickly lace under the tender flesh, your nipples extended and aching. Tommy used this moment to exert his prowess, as strong fingers captured the taut buds, pinching, rolling and tugging them until he heard a familiar moan.

His lips quickly and fiercely covered yours in a consuming kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, finding yours and battling with it. You knew the demanding kiss was intended to keep you as quiet as possible with the maids around but you couldn't help but return it with equal urgency and demand.

You felt one of Tommy’s hands release your aching nipple and slither down to your fiery pussy. His fingers rough as they worked between the slick folds and against your erect clit. You cried out, his mouth the only thing keeping the sound to a minimum, as your hips bucked against his questing fingers. You ached for those same fingers to worm their way into your seeping hole and give you the slightest moment of relief, but no ... that was not his plan at all.

Your own hands were not still, as the nails of your left hand raked harshly against his shoulder, while your right hand found the buttons of his pants and tore at them. You needed this just as much as he did and were rewarded with little "pops" as the buttons released. You fished your hand behind Tommy’s briefs seeking what you had hoped was his throbbing cock and were again rewarded as your fingers wrapped around his steely member and began to stroke.

Tommy groaned and broke the kiss, panting heavily, nostrils flaring and you saw the darkness in his eyes deepening. His fingers still danced between your thighs and your own hand continued to stroke his hot cock all the while you dared to whisper, ‘I need you inside me Tommy, please’

With each word spilling from your lips, you squeezed his cock in exclamation. There was no doubting your words or purpose.

Tommy needed no other prompting as he pulled his hands from your needy body and worked his pants and boxers down just past his ass, his beautiful cock sprang into full view now, swollen,

Some pre-cum was glistening at the deep red tip and though you longed to tongue bathe that precious organ, Tommy again decided the outcome of this particular adventure.

His hands cupped your ass, lifting you and you wrapped your legs around his waist, your back hard against the wall, your left-hand clutching at him while your right was positioning his cock at your seeping hole. Tommy’s eyes never left yours as he thrusted forward, burying his cock easily into your lava-like cavern.

‘Oh god yes, fuck Tommy’ you moaned before you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth and bit down, wanting so badly to cry out in pure pleasure as Tommy quite literally took you. Each thrust was more powerful than the last and you knew that you would most definitely be sore in the morning.

Tommy’s fingers curled painfully into the flesh of your ass, holding you tightly as he roughly drove his member into your spasming pussy. It didn't surprise you when you felt the index fingers of his hands work their way to your wicked hole and pry before pushing them inside the sinful star.

‘Oh god, fuck’ you moaned as you bit down harder on your lip, tasting blood but managing to squelch the whorish moan that threatened to burst forth.

Tommy worked his fingers in deeper and though you tried, you couldn't gain enough purchase to meet his pounding thrusts. Tommy pulled back just far enough that his swollen tip rubbed the hidden bundle of nerves within you and sent you flying over the edge.

He saw how your eyes widened, how your own nostrils flared and knew you were about to cum. His mouth covered yours possessively again, drinking in the scream of utter bliss and complete orgasmic delight. Your pussy rippled down Tommy’s length, pulling his own release from him.

Your hand left his shoulder and found Tommy’s head, pulling his mouth tightly to yours. It was your turn to devour his guttural growl and devour you did. You drank his pleasure down as his cock spit his precious seed deep into your mound, painting you.

It all happened so fast with an urgency born of intense need. As Tommy’s cock slipped free, he looked into your eyes.

‘Fuck’ Tommy huffed, letting go of you slowly before kissing you again passionately.

‘I missed this Tommy’ you said just before Tommy pulled up his pants and lifted you up.

‘Where are we going?’ you asked as Tommy carried you upstairs.

‘The bathtub for round two, then the bed for round three and I haven’t decided where we will take round four yet, maybe my office…’ Tommy smirked and your eyes widened in disbelieve.

‘I told you, you won’t be walking straight for days, eh’ he then grinned, causing you to giggle.

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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Requesting 4 ur SW2R2! Can I plz get Rough Sex w Demon! Kid x F!Human!Reader. R is Kid's SubPetSlave receiving Edging, Collar, Light Bondage, Dirty Talk, Cream Pie, Bitten, Marking, Held by Neck, and Overstim. Kid w a Huge Dick & Breeding Kink receiving Begging and giving Hair Pulling, Scratching, and Bitting/Marking? I realize that this a specific and tall order, but I have a mighty need for this!

Hi babe!! of course! I love to write demon! characters so I really enjoyed the process of creating this fic for you. I'm sorry about the waiting but I hope you like it!! -😈

🔥 NSFW ~ Demon! Eustass Kid x F! Slave! Reader ~ Incubus 😈

tw: rough sex. Kid is an incubus (demons that visit women during night to fuck them, steal their energy and/or get them pregnant). Edging. Collars (belt used as a collar). Bondage. Dirty talk. Impregnation/cream pie/ mentions of "pregnancy". Marking (marking, scratching). Choking. Overstimulation. Begging. Hair pulling. Mouth fucking. Oral. Vag.

wc: 1.8K

Have you ever heard about the incubus? Those demons that visit sweet damsels during their sleep to satisfy their lowest desires, to suck the energy of ladies like you, so peacefully sleeping naked on your bed, dreaming of angels and everything nice…

It’s hard to breathe, you can’t move. You wanna speak but you can’t. You feel a heavy weight over your chest that you just can’t take off you.

“Perfect container for my heir” a raspy voice whispers in your ear. You soon realize this isn’t just a dream, but a huge… man? is over you. Nails like claws, painted in crimson red, graze your cheek. He smiles at you, drooling at your perfect exposed anatomy. “You are gonna be my slave, don’t you?” he asks, red irises that fix on yours… “how handsome this red-haired entity is” you think, amazed by the sudden appearance of such a creature in your room.

“Answer, human!” he shouts, grabbing you by your neck. His claws engraving on your nape, as his hand and fingers are huge. Slowly your smirk, sexily, devoting to your new master. And your new master is no other than a demon, a demon of sex, an incubus. And you, his little pet, his little victim, his container. Sometimes, higher demons need human women to assure evilness to keep walking on Earth… Women who accept to bring evil children into the world.

And you my dear, accepted right away…

“I will, Master” you whisper with what’s left of air in your lungs. “Good little pet, you are coming with me then”.

A sudden darkness surrounds both of you, and in a blink of an eye you are anywhere but your room. It’s hot and a reddish subtle light filters through the doors. There are several candles burning all around the place, providing the only illumination of the place. The floor, made out of stone, engraves its relief in your knees. You, kneeling, wait for your master's orders.

The sound of the heavy boots the man -demon- wears resonates all around the place as he comes closer to you. His red feathery coat gets tossed to the side and over his chest two leather straps cross. He lacks an arm and has horns sprouting in between his brilliant red locks of hair.

“I wanna have fun with you tonight. After all, you acceded to do this right away… What a good slut you are, serving the Dark Lord like that, you sure would be rewarded”

Eustass Kid, a higher demon, was sent to earth to impregnate a human in order to raise his successor. He needs to perpetuate violence. A bloodthirsty and vicious demon, just like him.

He uses his leather belt around your neck as a collar, you lift your head looking at him, enjoying the way the pressure on your carotids mixes with the arousal of being fucked by a demon. He uses the belt as a leash, pulling more and more, until your lips show a slight blue tint over them.

“Stand-up” he commands, pulling from the belt. Once you are properly stabilized on your feet, Kid begins to kiss your lips. Tongue violating your entrance, dancing inside your mouth. So rough and violent, letting pure lust take over both of you.

Satisfied by the taste of your lips, he pushes you away. You pant, gasping for air for the very first time since he kissed you. Around your mouth, red lipstick smeared.

A huge bed behind you awaits you. You flop into it hitting your back against a soft mattress. The velvety feeling of the sheets is the only soft sensation you will feel from now on.

The demon towers you, spreading your legs to fit in the middle. He reaches for two shackles that are attached to the headrest and puts them around your wrists. They feel heavy, almost impossible to lift. Your ankles get also restricted from moving, as Kid ties two leather straps around them. Legs spread as much as possible since the straps are really short.

"That's exactly how I wanted you, tied and all for me" he chimes, bending forward to meet his lips with yours one more time. His warm breath lingers over your open mouth, as Kid is already playing with your dripping wet core. "Wet and sliding" he says, while forming strings with your arousal. “I love this from human females” he utters. Sticking his fingers inside your mouth he commands to "Taste yourself". Salty flavor that shows how ready for him you are.

He grabs a few locks of hair that get tangled around his re claws and throws your head back. Sharp teeth grazing your neck, sometimes sucking, others biting. Marking your skin, leaving purple marks as reminders of his pass.

His claws let go of your hair, and now focus on your nipples. Sharp feeling around them, as he slowly traces circles just with the tip of his nails. He wants them to be completely hard before attacking them with his mouth. You throw your eyes back in reaction to the feeling of his tongue playing with them. Lubricated by his saliva he then sucks and even bites them. You arch your back as he pulls from such sensitive tissue, his sight fixed on your beautiful countenance that gets lost in the pleasure.

But he wants to devour you completely, so his tongue licks your whole body, from your breasts to your hips, leaving bites all over. Your sex seems like a delightful treat for the demon, he gloats at it, eager to devour it. And hell he does, up and down and around his tongue goes, nourishing himself from your honeys. His claws buried on your waist, scratching your skin.

Your legs want to close, but they can’t. The rubbing from the leather cuffs burn your skin around your ankles each time you pull unconsciously from them. Your wrists befall a similar fate, the sound of heavy shackles and your moans rumbles around the whole room.

And climax approaches you as Kid sucks your clit and dilates your entrance with his fingers. And just when you were about to hit ecstasy he stops. “Please… please don’t stop” you beg. The red-haired wipes his mouth from your liquids and laughs at your praying like a true demon. Despot and hysterical laugh that are both enticing and scary.

“You are coming whenever I say so, human. Are we clear?” he says, frowning, clearly stating his superiority and dominance over you.

“Y-yes, Master”.

“But I think I could take a little bit of your begging… What do you want from me, human?” he asks, while taking his pants off. You are panting and desperate for more, the frustration of not cumming makes you dizzy. “You… I want… I want you, Master” you moan, suddenly realizing the size of his sex is bigger than anything you ever seen before. Your voice breaks, and your eyes widen. You swallow… are you capable of taking such dimensions?

Kid jerks off over your belly, warm precum squirting on your skin making you squirm. “Aren’t you begging anymore? You don’t want this dick inside?” he asks, laughing because he knows perfectly his dick is huge. “Open your mouth first, I’m pretty sure you are dying to taste it, bitch” he orders you, pretty much forcing his dick to separate your lips after crawling to your chest.

The weight of his hips straddling over your torso crushes you. The tip of his sex is enough to occupy your whole mouth and as you taste it, Kid moves your head in and out by pulling your hair. “Good human, gagging with my dick” he laughs at the gasps for air and the tears falling from your eyes.

Kid growls, beasty moaning as your mouth serves as the perfect cave to bury himself in. But that’s not enough and his main goal here is to impregnate you. “Good bitch” he says, sticking his dick out your mouth and softly slapping your cheek as if he was petting you.

He kneels once again in between your legs, at this point your arms feel so tired you don’t have energy to try to move them, less say your legs. He slaps his dick on your entrance, playing with your arousal, mixing precum with it. And the way his tip grazes your clit is enough to make you squirm and moan. And you can’t take it anymore, you need to cum, you need him inside even if it means to be destroyed.

“Fuck me master, fuck me please”. “Beg for me. What do you want, human?”

“I want you to fuck me, Master. Fuck me”. “Fine, let me put my seed on you, bitch”

He aligns his dick with your pulsating entrance, sliding so easily inside, yet making you feel as if you are too full just by the tip. And Kid doesn’t take it softly, nor slowly. He fucks you violently, rough, mercilessly. His hips increase the speed and brutal thrusts more and more. The sound of his skin against your crotch plays like a divine melody on and on and on.

But of course the demon won’t be satisfied until ripping from you the most delightful moan ever heard, he wants to make your throat hurt from it. Strong arm ripping the shackles from the headrest of the bed, claws sharp enough to tear the leather of the ankle restrictions.

He turns you around, you have no strength to hold his weight, so he simply pins you against the bed. His dick stuck inside you once more, his growls in your ear. Sweating, your back against his chest. Sometimes he bites and scratches your skin, marking you to show the whole underworld you are his human bitch.

You cum, unable to hold back your climax any longer, allowing him to make you whine, moan, even shout from pleasure. But he keeps fucking you, overstimulating your sex, your body, your mind.

Kid passes his hand under your belly, lifting you up. He goes in and out, rough, tearing you apart. Your body completely used and weightlessly held by a demon like him. “Take my seed, slut. Make your body useful for me” he laughs and fills you up. Warm and abundant. Flooding your inside, the pressure inside almost impossible to hold inside.

“Thank you, Master” you whisper with what’s left of energy on you. “I’ll be visiting more often, human. Thank you for your service”.

You slowly open your eyes; the alarm of your phone won’t stop chiming. “Fuck I’m gonna be late for work!” you grunt, slowly concluding it was all a wonderful dream. “Damn…” you swear, crawling to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror you notice your face looks tired, more dark circles than ever. You undress before entering the shower but freeze still.

“What the fuck is this?” you ask yourself, coming closer to the mirror to inspect what seems to be a huge scratch in your back. A scratch that looked as if a five-finger claw made it. “You like it?” a raspy voice comes from behind you. Turning around quickly, you find Kid resting his back against the wall.

“Master” you smirk, letting him pull you down one more time…

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theangstyboiblog · 3 years

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FAMILY Pt. 10 |Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Description: It's time to make your escape from Ord Mantell.

Pairing: Crosshair x pregnant!reader

Warnings: None

Masterlist: Pts. One and Two and Three and Four and Five and Six and Seven and Eight and Nine and Ten and Eleven and Twelve and Thirteen and Fourteen and Fifteen and Sixteen and Seventeen and Eighteen and Nineteen and Twenty and Twenty-One and Twenty-two and Twenty-Three and Twenty-Four and Twenty-Five and Twenty-Six and Twenty-Seven and Twenty-Eight and Twenty-nine and Thirty and Thirty-one and Thirty-Two and Thirty-Three

It’s the middle of the night. You left your apartment hours ago.

The streets have emptied, the lights are low and every shadow and every sound sends a jolt of fear up your spine. Taking a deep breath, you pull your coat tight around you burying your hands in your pockets, searching for warmth against the cool night air. Soft kicks beat against the palm of your hand as you set it against your belly, leaning back against the wall behind you as you peer down the road at the checkpoint set up between you and the docks. Storm troopers. You swallow dryly as you watch a patrol round the corner to the left of the docks, rifles in hand, eyes scanning their surroundings.

Soft footsteps move behind you and you turn, to find Cross stepping from the shadows, pulling his hood farther until you can just barely make out his face. You turn away from the street as he draws closer.

“What did you see?” you ask as he comes to a stop in front of you. He’s peering over your head, keeping a lookout, but he speaks quickly.

“The patrol makes their rounds every ten minutes. They’ve got a blind spot I can climb along.”

“Oh,” you say sarcastically, “I’m so glad that you’recovered. What about me? Scaling fences and buildings in the dark isn’t exactly ideal right now,” you whisper, gesturing to your stomach.

Cross’ eyes meet yours, then he looks down and shakes his head. “You’ll have to go through the checkpoint.”

You say nothing for a moment. “You’re joking.”

“You have an untagged chain-code. You can get through on your own,” he repeats and you turn your head to argue but he sets his hands on your shoulders. “I’ll meet you as soon as you’re inside, I promise. You’ll be fine.”

You look down, teeth grinding as you shake your head. “If we get out of here, I swear, Cross---”

“When,” he corrects you, and you raise your head, teeth biting into your cheek as he stares down at you. “When we get out of here, you can yell at me all you want.” You turn your head, readying to argue with him right now, but he cuts you off. “When we’re safe,” he says. He reaches up pushing a lock of your hair back from your face. “Ready?” he asks.

A curt nod and a, “Yes,” is all you give him before he steps back, fingers grazing your cheek.

“I’ll see you in there,” he says, turning to disappear back into the dark alley behind you. You pull your bag over your shoulder, hand knocking a heavy weight on your belt, hidden between layers of robes and a winter coat. You freeze.

“Wait,” you say, catching Cross by the arm and he turns, brow furrowing as you reach into your coat. “Take this,” you tell him, pulling out your lightsaber. “With my luck they’ll want to search me,” you say gruffly as he takes hold of it and you release him. Turning on your heel you start making your way down the street. You don’t look behind you, knowing that if you do, you’ll find no sign of Cross. Instead, you focus on the bright lights surrounding the entrance to the docks, the way the light shines off the armor of the clone troopers as you draw closer and closer. Your hands clutch at the strap over your chest, bag slung over your neck. The weight is grounding, reminds you where you’re going, why you’re going. It keeps you moving.

An automated message blares through the speaker system as you join a dwindling line. This late at night, the only people trying to get into the dock hangers are a few drunk pilots, a couple mech droids and you. You think to yourself that you should have waited till morning, waited till there were more people around, more people to blend in with. Raking your hands through your hair, you can’t help but feel you stick out like a gundark in a bantha pen.

Please have your chain-code identification ready upon request.

Reaching down, you pull out the chip card from your pocket and step forward. A clone trooper glances at you as he walks by and you feign a smile despite the urge to hide your face. That would just attract more attention. A young woman smiling at a soldier though? That’s normal.

Finally, you reach the front of the line, and a trooper calls you over with a wave of his hand.

“Bag on the table,” he says as he swipes at a data pad. He glances at you as you pull the canvas strap over your head and set it up on the table. A second trooper steps up and opens it.

“Any weapons, explosives, or goods you’d like to declare?” he asks as he begins rifling through your things.

“No,” you tell him quickly.

“Chain code please,” the other guard says. You hand him the card and step back, arms crossing as you watch them both, silently chewing on the inside of your cheek. The guard looks you over before turning back to his tablet. “Where are you headed, Miss?”

“Hanger D-11,” you say quickly pulling your answer from nowhere, silently cursing Cross for not telling you where to meet him.

“And from there?”

You say the first planet that comes to mind. “Dantooine.”

“It’s a little late to be boarding a shuttle,” he says.

You smile and set a hand on your back. “My friend owns the freighter. He’s letting me stay the night--- it’s cheaper than renting a hotel room an extra night.”

The two clones glance at one another and you stare at them, their faces obscured by their helmets, and it feels like time slows. You have no idea what they’re thinking and your gaze flits to the blaster pistols on their hips. Silently, they turn back to you. One zips your bag closed while the other holds out your chain code card. The bag is pushed towards you.

“Go ahead,” the first guard says as you take your identification card from him. “Get to your hanger and stay there,” he tells you as you pick up your bag. “The west side of the docks are restricted.”

You try not to look surprised. “Thank you,” you say as you move towards the dock’s entrance. You let out a deep breath as you glance up at the night sky one last time, feeling like a dozen eyes are watching you.

They’re not watching you. No one knows who you are, no one is going to think the pregnant girl is a security threat.

For once, being underestimated is a welcome change as you walk quickly. If anyone notices you as you pass them by (a guard here and there) their attention quickly fades away. Looking over your shoulder you duck around a corner and press your back to the wall.

You glance up at the ceiling, panting as you try to think. “Fuck,” you whisper, nails biting into the palm of your hand.

You don’t know where to go. Panic floods you, before you push it down and take a deep breath. You close your eyes.

Think. If you were Cross, where---

A hand clamps down on your mouth and you open your eyes, a muffled gasp leaving you. Light brown eyes peer down at you and you throw out a hand, punching Cross in the chest with a glare he winces at the contact. Shaking his head, he lifts a finger to his lips as he slowly releases you.

“Screw you,” you whisper, jabbing him in his good side as you look over your shoulder, letting out a shaking breath. “I thought they were going to arrest me.”

“You made it, didn’t you?” he whispers as you twist back around and glare at him.

“No thanks to you,” you shoot back.

Cross reaches down, taking hold of your hand as he looks over his shoulder. “This way,” he says, ignoring the way you try to pull your hand from his. He only tightens his grip until you finally follow. You look behind you, finding the path empty.

“The guards said the westside of the docks is restricted,” you say turning back to Cross.

He nods, but doesn’t look at you. “It’s their main staging area.”

“And we’re heading right for it because…?”

Cross glances at you as you come to a fork in the hall. He leans forward, looking down both directions before stepping to the left. “My ship is there,” he says. Your stride lengthens to keep up with him.

“Of course, it is,” you mutter and you nearly stop him there, because the last time you saw him, he didn’t have a ship. But then you figure now isn’t the time for questions. Later. When you have him trapped with nowhere to go and no excuse for escape. You file that question away with a hundred others. “How much further?” you ask, a little winded as you round yet another corner.

Cross points to the bay at the end of the hall. “Almost there,” he murmurs. You both make a break for it then, jogging the last stretch, slow enough that your steps are quiet but fast enough to send your heart racing. You breathe out quickly as you come to a stop, eyes peering into a dark hanger bay. Cross hits the light panel, a few overhead lights turning on, weakly, the lamps cold. The silhouette of a small, black and sleek freighter came into view as you slide a hand beneath the swell of your belly, excited kicks beating from within.

“Made it,” he whispers as you step across the threshold.

“Hold it right there,” a voice calls out behind you. You both freeze. “Turn around, slowly, hands where I can see them,” the voice orders. You glance at Cross, his jaw clenched as he looks down at you. “I’ve got a situation in bay J-04,” a voice says as you both turn. You face the trooper. Cross keeps his head turned to the side, hood hiding his face as the clone holds you both at gunpoint. He moves closer as the lights finally flicker to full brightness. He stops and stares at you. “Chavah?” he asks and you feel Cross’s hand tighten around yours.

Green.

Green looks from you to Cross, hefting his blaster as he moves closer to you. Cross stiffens but doesn’t move and you feel like you’re going to bite through the flesh of your lip. Your eyes sting as you try to step back but that only makes him point his gun at you more. You glance as Cross and he tries to move closer to you, but Green turns on him.

“Stay right where you are,” Green warns. Cross stills. You swallow dryly as Green turns back to you, keeping his gun trained on the man next to you.

We were so close.

“What’re you doing here?” Green asks you, and you stare at his gun. You breathe in quickly, letting the breath out just as quickly as you try to think, panic settling low in your gut.

“You have me confused with someone else,” you say, waving your fingers. But Green shakes his head, brow furrowing as a look passes over his face and you realize: it didn’t work.

“I don’t think so,” he says, and he holds his gun towards you, free hand reaching out to take hold of you. “You’re gonna have to come with me---”

“Hands off,” Cross says stepping in front of you. You can’t see exactly what happens next, who punches who. You know Cross doesn’t stand a chance in the long run --- hand to hand was never his strength. Green has weight on him. But somehow Cross holds his own and all you see is Green’s gun falling to the floor as Cross grapples with him. You move on instinct, rushing forward, kneeling down and picking it up, keeping it out of the larger clone’s reach. You stand back up, gun in hand as Cross is thrown to the ground a rush of air leaving him as he crashes onto his back. Green is over him in an instant, kicking him in the side and you reach out, throwing up a hand.

“Stop!” Your voice echoes through the bay as Green flies back through the air, thrown by an invisible wave of power that sends him crashing into the far wall. You stare at him breathlessly as he slumps, falling to the floor. He doesn’t move. Hands shaking you turn, vision zeroing in on Cross as he lays on the hanger floor. “Cross,” you call his name as you kneel down next to him, pulling him over until you can see him looking at you, one eyes swelling shut, the other closing from exhaustion. You slap his cheek lightly. “Stay with me,” you tell him as tears begin to sting in the corners of your eyes. “I need you.”

A cough leaves him, body seizing as he blinks up at you and you’re not sure he actually heard you.

“Help me up,” he breathes. Slinging his arm over your shoulder, you pull him up. His weight nearly sends your knees buckling but you fight through it. You pull him towards the ship, just a few meters away. “The control panel,” Cross wheezes in your ear and you turn to the bay entrance just as a dozen troopers come into view down the main corridor. You raise the blaster and fire at the panel by the door as quickly as possible as a rain of shots race towards you. Somehow, they miss. The doors shut quickly enough, alarms blaring and you know that won’t hold them back for long.

Breathing hard, you help Cross up the steps, hauling him in after you when he tries to fall. You have no time to take the ship in, finding the nearest chair to you as he somehow grows even heavier.

The sound of crackling fills your ears as you push him into a seat and you turn to the ship’s doorway. The metal on the bay doors is glowing as the troopers begin to cut through and you slam a hand on the ship’s control panel. Quickly, you haul your bag off your shoulder and throw it to the side before breaking into a run to the bow of the ship searching for the cockpit. You don’t even check to see if Cross is still conscious. Years of fighting, years of close escapes, years of experience takes over.

You have to get out of here.

Wiping your face on your sleeve, you jump into the pilot’s chair and start turning the ship on. It’s a standard coruscant flight control system thank the force. If it was anything else, you’d be fucked.

The engines turn on right as blaster fire rushes by the front window and you flip on the deflector shields just in time. You don’t realize you’re crying as the thrusters begin to fire and the ship leaves the ground. You grip the flight controls and turn the ship to face the black, night sky as you rise above the hanger’s roof. A jolt rushes through the ship as you push the engines to full throttle, the force of the sudden thruster burn pushes you back in your seat. Hard.

The ship shoots into the sky, several red heavy-blaster shots racing past you, but they miss. Those that don’t simply hit off your rear deflector shield as you exit Ord Mantell’s atmosphere. Soon you’re too high for them to even dream of hitting you. Turning in your seat you reach out and dial up the navi-computer, scrolling through a list of pre-keyed flight paths. You press a random one, a hum filling your ears as the hyperdrive comes on.

It’s only when you look over your shoulder as blue light fills the window and you jump to hyperspace that you breathe in fully. Your hands shake as you lift them to your face, pressing them to your eyes, pulling them away to find them soaked with tears. You wipe them away as you stand, setting a hand on the wall to keep your self-standing as your knees buckle, the rush of adrenaline beginning to fade. Urgency fills you as you feel a flicker in the force, the only other presense onboard the ship.

Cross. You push yourself towards the door, holding onto the walls. And with your own body working against you, you push yourself to make your way back to him.

Back to Cross.

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A/N: In my defense, my plan for this chapter didn't end with Cross getting the crap beat out of him. Idk what happened. Y/N came through as a lot tougher to me though, so yay for strong women? Also thanks for the baby names you guys have yeeted at me I love them. I noticed most of you think it's gonna be a girl. Interesting. Would love to know why, just because I love analyzing characters. Do you all just think Cross would be a great girl-dad or what? Also, yes i totally headcanon that the Empire is slowly turning the clones into their version of the TSA and you can’t stop me.

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moxfirefly · 3 years

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So anon’s I hope y’all don’t mind but I’m gonna connect these two request cause it just makes sense to me 👏 and since I’m riding that evil!Leo high it only seems perfect.

Tagging @nikitaboeve

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

“I take my business deals very seriously” You cross your legs, a sly smile on your lips. The man before you swallows, sweaty and worried. He lifts a finger to retort but you cut him off with the lift of a hand. “I don’t want your sorry excuses, you’re lucky I’m here and not him”

The man (in his cheap suit you couldn’t help but notice) shrinks back in his seat. It never seizes to delight you that the mere mention of Leonardo has these mobsters quacking like little children. He truly is the scary bedtime story you tell at night.

To you though, he is your man.

The king of the god damn city, is your man.

You get up and dust off lint from your slacks, the two Foot soldiers at your side adjust the straps of their weapons. The mobster grips the arms of his chair, eyes not even daring to follow you but he motions for his own lackey to hand over the suitcase of money. The soldier flanking your left takes the case and wordlessly exit the room with them following close.

The back of the building leads to an alley, there is a black van waiting for you. The side door slides open and you climb in, the case is passed towards you and you examine the contents. All in order you shoot Leo a text alerting him you’re on your way.

Moving from hideout to hideout is tedious but as of late the Foot and Leo have taken hold of an apartment building, the top floor belongs to the two of you. One elevator ride up you exit out and find the penthouse where you both have been shaking up in. He was in the living room area, maps of the city on the table and a concentrated expression on his face. You lean against the door frame and tap your knuckles on the case to which he looks up.

“I take it nobody pulled anything stupid?” You don’t miss the way his blue orbs travel up your legs, you do look so enticing.

“Ding ding, paid in full also” You set the case down and scan the maps he’s been looking at but you do notice his sudden distraction, you feel a strong hand travel up your back in soothing circles. You pretend to not notice, secretly eating up how you’re the very center of his intention even amidst his plans.

“You look good” Comes his heated words as he grabs the back of your neck and presses his lips against your temple. It’s impossible not to chuckle softly and bite your lip. “You’ve seen me in my ‘strictly business’ outfits” Your brain already feels muddy when his free hand starts to unbutton your blazer. He calmly almost too nonchalantly starts to unbutton your dress shirt as well, you lean back against his strong body.

Well, whatever was planned for tonight was not going to happen.

He cups your breast, enjoying the breathless giggle you can’t hold in. What has gotten into him? You think mockingly, fully knowing exactly what.

Leonardo inhales the scent of your hair, his hands slide towards you stomach in all their possessive nature. “You smell divine” He exhales, his fingers unbutton your slacks, the material pools down your legs. “Expensive perfume does that” You breath out almost choking when his hand cups your sex.

“No, not that, this” Your cheeks flush, Leo knows you’re ovulating. He always gets particularly more handsy and lustful during this time, and what a wonderful coincidence you chose your laciest pair of underwear. “What’s you’re strategy there big guy?” You press your rear against his crotch, hips swaying lightly to further entice him.

“I’m going to have you screaming by the end of the night, I’d say that’s my strategy” That very hand finds it’s way inside of your underwear and it takes all of your resolve to not come crashing down before him. There’s something about the way he can so easily pluck your thoughts and leave you purely feral to his advances. His finger teases your clit and you tremble, even when your hear him chuckle you love just how easily he has control over you.

Missing more pieces of clothing and one ride on his shoulder later, you’re dropped onto the bed. You watch with a grin as Leo unbuckles his belt and removes the whole thing in one easy yank. He wraps the leather around your wrists and bounds your wrist together. You trust him, he’s gotten way more creative than things on nights where his skin oozes rage from plans foiled.

He licks a digit and goes right back into working you to a needy, trembling frenzy. Blue eyes stay focused, an almost drunken stupor in them as he fingers you. Your legs spread more for him, eyes pleading with what you truly crave. “Please, I need you...” You know how susceptible he is when you’re like this, ripe and ready for his seed. You’ve seen how hard he fucks you, every intention of putting a baby in you even if it’s not plausible. It’s fun to try.

“Need what?” His voice drops to a husky tone, desire evident in his hungry eyes. He pulls his finger out, watches your clit jump at the lose. “Your cock, please, want you hard” Leo runs his hands up your midriff and cups your breasts, still enclosed in lace to his chagrin yet delight. “Fuck me hard, fuck me like you wanna get me pregnant” You bite your lip at his growl like churr, toes curling when you feel him push your legs onto his shoulders.

There isn’t gentle in these times, there isn’t romantic, it’s just pure passion and drive. The need to possess and claim as he buries his cock inside of you. Leo relishes how your eyes roll back, a breathless hitch that compels him to bite your calf as he slams into you. He watches your breasts bounce with every hard thrust, if he was to make a mother out of you they would grow in size wouldn’t they? That thought alone makes him grunt.

The perks of having an entire floor to yourselves is the ability to scream your lungs hoarse when the two of you fuck.

And god, does Leo love it when you’re a screaming mess around his cock. His fingers dig deeper into your flesh, bruising the skin already. “Yesss, that’s my good little slut” A version of himself he wasn’t acquainted with no more would’ve flinched at the word but seeing your lips part, cunt clenching around him, well he didn’t mind indulging in it now.

“Scream for me. I want everyone to know how good I make you feel” Leo leaned further, folding your legs at that angle that always made the muscle burn. He gripped your chin, even as your mouth parted and another wail left you that pleaded with him to fuck you faster. Whole floor to yourself aside, the soldiers down stairs were sure to hear, and it secretly thrilled you that they probably did. Leo thrusted harder, skin slapping skin, plastron rubbing your flesh raw. When you felt yourself slide off that precipice with nothing but his name and a gush of wetness you felt him follow suit with a growl. Burying himself as deeply as he could, each rope of cum shooting and filling you up.

Your lungs finally caught up, wrists sore from the leather. Satiated gaze found him gently pulling out, watching a string of cum still attaching you both. He churred lowly, before pushing back in, making sure nothing was to spill.

This would only be the first round.

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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could you do "you think that waiter could make you cum the way i do" with bakugo katsuki?

“you think that waiter could make you cum the way i do”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: aged up, fluff, domesticity at the end, talks about pregnancy, nsfw (Minors DNI, nipple play, jaw grabbing, fingering, kissing, biting and marking, breeding kink, unprotected car sex, degradation, praise, daddy kink, exhibitionism, spit kink), use of the word mommy in a pregnancy way.

word count: 2,000+

a/n: ria writing for once i know it’s a shock, but here you go some nsfw bakugo

summary: in which after having a dinner date with bakugo, his irritation at how the waiter seems just a bit too close to you, he can’t help but take you right back to his car, ready to show you who’s really in charge

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Ten fucking minutes, ten fucking minutes and the waiter still stayed by your table, he couldn’t help but glare, couldn’t help but look the man up and down in disgust at his girl. But worst of all, you were entertaining it, with your hushed tones and the way your breasts almost spilt out of your teensy dress Bakugo had chucked at you to wear. It was for him though, not for some stupid waiter, it was supposed to be all his but now here he was watching as you stared at the man laughing at another one of his pathetic jokes.

“A fan, that’s so sweet, I’m sure Bakugo won’t mind us talking for a bit longer, right Katsuki.” He saw that smirk, saw the way you toyed with the bow that rested against your chest to make both of the men stared there.

Bakugo leant back on his chair, taking a long swing of his drink. His shirt partially unbuttoned as the suit jacket fitted each inch of his muscle clad body, you expected a reaction of anger. But instead he nodded letting you have your fun, “I can’t stop you.”

It was a grimace but the way you just coyly acted stupid as if you didn’t see the malice in his tone, he continued to lean back, legs spread as he stared at his drink. “You really are gorgeous in real life; the articles were true.”

Bakugo saw you giggle, heard you smack the waiter's arm as you laughed at the comment, that was the final straw for him, the final act that had made him finally decide to end this game, “don’t want an autograph from the number one hero.”

He looked up at the man, arms up against the table as the man finally stared at the man, “I...I...of course I’d loved one.” The waiter felt shell shocked, he knew you and Bakugo were out on a date but the way Bakugo spoke with fury under his calm tone made him shiver.

The waiter passed the paper and pen, Bakugo taking it as he seemed to be writing some long message, finally signing his name as he handed it back. “Come closer” Bakugo crossed his arms as you stared confused at how the waiter came down to Bakugo, Bakugo whispering in his ear.

The waiter’s face became paler at the sight of what he was hearing, “she’s even more attractive with my cum stuffed inside of her, something you’ll never get to experience, now fuck off be...before i kill you.”

You saw the discarded paper which seemed to only have Bakugo’s name on it but the way the waiter stood frozen in front of your table. Unable to move after hearing Bakugo’s threat, Bakugo eyed you up and down, “come on.”

“Where are we going?”

He doesn’t answer, instead taking your stuff in his hand and putting his hand out, the waiter got out of his gaze watching how you gave him an apologetic look knowing Bakugo probably threatened him. “Get up.”

You take his hand, his grip tightening as he drags you out of the restaurant, cold wind attacking your skin as he pushes you towards his car. Instead of taking you into the front seat, you find yourself in the back, the car being in an empty parking spot as he stared at you with lust.

“All fun and games isn’t it sweetheart, think you could really show off what’s mine to that pathetic waiter.” His hands began roaming your body as he had let your back lean against the back, his arms surrounding you as he kept you firmly in place. He was almost glad there was enough room in his car to fuck his pretty girl senseless. “Think that waiter could make you cum the way I do.” It wasn’t a question but the way you tried to answer made Bakugo even more needy to show you who was in charge.

“I…” You tried to speak but his fingers moving to your hardened nipples made you mewl at his touch.

His fiery eyes looked down at you, wanting and needing to have you all, “try again sweetheart,” his voice seemed calmer, but you knew what was to come. You knew that your next actions were detrimental in how the next half an hour would go.

“I’m so...sorry daddy.”

“See that wasn’t hard, open up.” His hand moved to grip your jaw forcing it open as you heard him gather his spit up before shooting it right down your throat, his hand firm on your jaw, watching how his spit mixed with your own saliva. It was a beautiful sight as he stuck his finger right on top of your tongue, “you’re going to do as you're told, going to be a good little slut and swallow every piece of me.”

You knew what his words meant, knew what was going to occur, swallowing not only him but yourself in this process. “I...I’ll be good daddy.”

He nodded as his let go of your jaw watching you swallow him all before his mouth attached to your own. It was fast paced, spit and saliva mixing as you could feel him sloppily kiss down your mouth, your jaw and right down to your next where he started making marks. His hands moved to your dress, sliding the straps down as your breasts laid for his hand to grab and grope at. Flicking his fingers between your nipples he felt your body arch as he continued to bite at your neck.

“So fucking gorgeous, baby girl.” He whispered as his mouth went to your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nerve as his hands moved to take your underwear to your ankles. You were exposed as his suit jacket had been chucked to the front, you were almost glad that the street was empty but the feeling of being caught sent a thrill through you.

“Kat...daddy fuck please I...I want m...more.” Your mewls and whines as your nipples were soaked in his saliva made him groan feeling his hardened cock between your legs.

“Want daddy’s cock, want to be stuffed full of my baby’s.” His words went right through you as he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped his trousers off. His eyes watched your form underneath him, so delicate, filled with purity that he had spent countless nights ruining, tainting his precious girl.

You mumbled an answer but all he could hear was a want, a need for you to be fucked dumb by him, “I want your b…babies” You whispered as you felt his cock glide against your folds, the way his hands rested by your side and that malicious look of wanting to fuck his pretty girl being evident.

“I’ll make you a mommy don’t worry.” He whispered loudly as his cock gilded back and forth before you felt him run his hand down your body to your clit. Just as his cock went inside of your cunt his finger began to rub at the bundle of nerves, watching how your body craved more arching into his body.

His mouth went against your own once more, leaving sloppy drool filled kisses, he didn’t know what had gotten into him. To fuck you in such a public place, but he wasn’t regretting it at all, his slow thrusts became harder and deeper as his other hand kept him upright on top, his mouth moving to leave more marks as his fingers moved through your slick. “My good slut.” He groaned watching you moan out “daddy” continuously.

“You want me to be a daddy, gonna give me a baby, come on, you can do it.” His voice felt heavy as he worked his body around you, mouth latching onto your skin or nipples, fingers playing against your clit and rubbing at it to send you into overdrive. But the way his cock fit right into your cunt as if it was made for you, as if you both were two connecting pieces.

You had almost forgotten what had caused for this as you moaned out a “fuck.” But then you heard your cause, even if Bakugo wanted to put a baby in you, his harder thrusts and way he seemed to get deeper and deeper inside of your pretty little cunt. The cause of this had been jealousy and how you had acted in front of him.

“Don’t think I forgot what happened baby, I’m gonna get you pregnant, gonna make you permanently mine, no man is ever gonna look at you without seeing me, okay?” You nodded but his hand moved away from your slick filled clit and right up to your lips. “Try again.”

His fingers moved across your lips watching how slick coated it as you gave him the reply he wanted, “yes da..daddy, I wan…want to make you a daddy.”

He liked the way you spoke, liked how you agreed to be his little breeding partner. He always knew he wanted a family with you but the fast pace of this all, the way his thrusts seemed to get deeper in you with a climax being near he couldn’t help but love you. “Good girl.” He moved strands of hairs away from your face, kissing your forehead as he continued to slide back and forth inside of his pretty girl.

“Pretty baby.” He whispered as he felt you continue to mould into him, your fingers scratching into his back, your mouth against his neck making your own marks on his skin. He couldn’t help but feel love as he watched you move your hips with his thrusts.

You could feel the coil inside of your stomach needing a release as he moaned into your ear, “you want…fuck…want to cum.”

“Yes d…daddy.” You mewled back feeling his pace go quicker, each thrust sending you into overdrive.

“Cum for me.” He whispered as you felt the white gush right out of you, his cock being large enough to keep it right inside of you, Bakugo used it to gain more quicker thrusts. Using your cunt and the cum to his advantage as he felt his own coil snap and cum gush right out of him as well, he saw the way your cunt was stuffed.

The way cum was trying to leak out, he took his cock out watching the cum spill from your cunt as he looked up at your sweaty dishevelled face. He couldn’t help but imagine a future and family with you, bringing the cum into his hands you felt his fingers begin to stuff it right back into you. Looking down between your legs he looked up, as cum covered his fingers.

“Gotta make you have my baby.” He muttered as you watched him move between your legs, knee between and fingers ready to go right into your mouth, “such a slut.”

You didn’t care for his comments instead loving how his arms wrapped around you as you leant against the passenger side door. The way he rested his head against your stomach, hand in his hair as you leaked off him cum. He couldn’t help but love being in between your arms even if it was in his car naked.

“You really want me to get pregnant?” You finally questioned, he looked up into your eyes, a soft gaze before turning to face away.

“I want to have a family with you idiot, of course I want you pregnant.” He rolled his eyes as you scowled at him. “If you end up pregnant I’ll support whatever decision you make.”

“I want a family with you…” You paused watching him, he seemed eager for an answer but turned to face away to act like his normal annoyed self, “…now.”

He turned to face you, a smirk as he leant in to kiss you, he seemed happy trying to hide it with his normal demeanour, and it wasn’t like you were kids. You could have these conversations and the both of you knew that you were going to have your forever together.

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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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