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╭﹐❣︎﹕ I Like You ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖲𝖠𝖭𝖤𝖬𝖨 𝖲. 𝖴𝖹𝖴𝖨 𝖳. 𝖸𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖴 𝖳. 𝖦𝖨𝖸𝖴𝖴 𝖳.

cw/tw. fluff, angst, black!reader, hashira!reader

an. should i make this a two parter? 👀 Also you’re the Moon Hashira.

summary.- they start to realize their feelings for you.

𝖲𝖠𝖭𝖤𝖬𝖨 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖠𝖹𝖴𝖦𝖠𝖶𝖠

★ 𝖱𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

Last thing you remembered was Sanemi holding the box before stabbing his sword through it. You stood there with a side glare watching everything unfold, you so badly wanted to face the bastard on but you were already in enough trouble with the master and everyone else. You clenched your fist around your sword lifting it from its holder debating if you should disobey yourself and protect Nezuko, seeing Sanemi laugh in Tanjiro’s face made your blood boil, you snarled at the sight lifting your sword out more but a hand stopped you. You looked over towards Tomioka who shook his head, “Don’t.” He softly mumbled, you furrowed your eyebrows letting your hand relax but when you heard Tanjiro scream you snapped your head towards his direction,

“Whoever harms Nezuko answers to me! I don’t give a damn if you’re one of the Hashira!” He yelled, Sanemi chuckled in response, ripping his sword out of his box splashing the blood off his blade moving his gaze towards you, “I’m surprised to see you here..(Y/N).” You gripped tighter around your handle growling at his tone as he grinned, “You protecting this demon girl goes against the rules. But you already know that..you are a Hashira after all,” He chuckled, right before he was about to stab the box again you were quick to get there.

You withdrew your sword and in a flash you stood in front of Tanjiro pointing your sword towards him with a dark glare, “Why don’t you be reasonable for once and listen jackass. Nezuko hasn’t eaten a human the entire time I was with them, she would never hurt or think about doing it you damn bastard.” You snarled moving your sword more forward as Sanemi glared at you with a shit eating smirk, “Yeah? But what if she does eat a human? That boy and this girl will both be executed as well for you and Tomioka receiving a punishment. Isn’t that right Tomioka?” He questioned staring at the water Hashira who kept a stern look with a scowl on his face,

“He’s right (Y/N). If she does manage to eat a human we’ll have no other choice but to kill them and punish you and Tomioka.” Shinobu added, staring at the brown box that was held into his hand, you scoffed, “And I'm willing to take the consequences for it. Kill me, punish me, I don't give a damn what you do, I'll protect these two like they’re my own.” Staring into your eyes you weren’t lying nor bluffing, you were dedicated to do anything for them, you swore you would protect them and that’s what you were gonna do. Sanemi scoffed, “If that’s the case then i should just behead you then, you and that mouth always pissed me off.” He gripped his sword in hand also lifting it towards your neck placing it onto your skin feeling the blades scratch against it, from afar you heard Tanjiro snarl as he fought against the kakushi standing up from the ground glaring at him, “You bastard!” He yelled dashing towards Sanemi who looked up at him taking his guard away from you, this gave you the chance to drop your sword onto the rubble ground quick to grab his scared arm pulling him close to you, giving you the perfect distance to head butt him.

He stumbled back from the harsh impact growling in pain staring at you with a look that could kill, “Why you little-“ He was interrupted when Tanjiro came flying in also head butting him knocking him and himself to the ground. You stared down at the white haired Hashira, squatting down gripping his hair, lifting him up to glare into his eyes as he glared into yours, you leaned down a little, “You answer to me for now you got that? Lay a finger on them and I'll kill you.”

Ever since the Hashira’s meeting you and Sanemi have both been avoiding each other. He hasn’t seen you nor has you seen him and you were gonna keep it that way, you of course went instantly to check on Nezuko after the whole accident worried as shit but your worries we’re drowned when you heard she was fine and she’s been sleeping the whole time after the incident. It’s been 2 weeks since all of it happened and you and Sanemi were still avoiding each other, but when you guys do come across paths you would shoot him a dirty look purposely bumping into his shoulder hearing a snarl leave him with a shit eating grin on your face. He was honestly getting sick of your attitude but soon that changed when this unknowingly feeling came..

It all started when one day you guys got assigned to do a mission together. Obviously you were against it but from masters orders you obeyed not willing to argue or get in trouble with him..again. Surprisingly the whole time it was quiet between you both, you didn’t say anything nor did he say anything, on the way there to the location your crow said to go there was a strange noise coming from a distance. You and Sanemi both stopped to hear closely enough to what it was, it sounded like a group of people coming this way. Almost in a flash you were pinned against a tree in the shadows with Sanemi close to you, you furrowed your eyebrows ready to protest but turned into a muffle when he put his hand on your mouth keeping you from talking. You lifted your arm to rip his hand away but in swiftness he grabbed your wrist also pinning it to the bark giving you no choice but to stay there with a irritated look,

He felt your glare being on him, quietly sighing. “Stop throwing me glares you damn brat, we’re not supposed to be seen by anyone. Did you forget?” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine feeling his breath hit your ear lobe, you sucked in a big breath but nodded your head not causing anymore disruptions, he grinned, “Good girl.” He said teasing, making you scoff, shaking your head but not going past how you got butterflies hearing the praise. Hearing the footsteps fade away, he looked to check out if there were any more people coming by. When he noticed no one else was coming he sighed in relief letting your wrist go, uncovering your mouth. Instead of getting mad at him and tryna cuss him out you just stood there feeling things after what happened, your breath hitched as the moment from seconds ago replayed in your head.

For some reason you missed his warmth when he was close to you…you were missing it. And your eyes couldn’t stop staring at his lips..didn’t you hate the guy?? Why are these feelings forming? Oh no…are you starting to have feelings for him?? Sanemi turned back to you to tell you to continue forward but stopped seeing how your whole body language changed. He raised a brow in response, it was quiet between the both of you with crickets and other insects chirping through the night, you blinked a couple of times before coming back to reality pushing him away from you getting off the tree fixing your Kamodo, “We should get going.” You mumbled, starting to walk ahead without waiting for him, as confused as Sanemi was, he didn't bother to question it, clicking his tongue in response, feeling this butterfly feeling in his stomach he followed you.

And this is where he started to realize he was indeed starting to like you.

Sanemi laid onto his futon still thinking about what happened on the mission. He couldn’t stop thinking about how close you guys were and you staring at his lips, your beautiful (E/C) eyes staring at you with those plumped kissable lips..ugh he groaned irritated,

“Fuck you (Y/N).”

𝖴𝖹𝖴𝖨 𝖳𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖭

★ 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

“Now, remember what i told you three. Please be careful, and if you guys need any help-“

“If we encounter a demon send out a crow, yes we know (Y/N). You don’t have to worry about us, we'll be okay.” Tanjiro reassured you by watching how worried you were, and sighed softly. “How can i not worry when there could possibly be an upper moon out there? Just please if anything happens don’t hesitate to call for me, all of you.” You glanced towards Inosuke and Zenitsu and back to Tanjiro who smiled, “Trust me, we’ll be safe for your sake and ours. Don’t worry!”

“Yeah! Don’t worry about us (Y/N)! I’ll make you proud when I find this demon!” Inosuke yelled proudly, softly smiling in return from his passionate mood you patted his head, Zenitsu also nodded his head in agreement, “Yeah, we’ll be fine, just worry about doing your job and not getting yourself killed.” He added on, they were right they’ll be fine (Y/N) you’ve seen how they can fight on their own..they’ll be fine.

They’ll be okay.

It’s been a good three days since the three went to their assigned houses and you couldn’t help but be worried sick for them, you had a bad feeling there was an upper moon here you felt it in your gut, you and Tengen were both ontop of the roof patrolling over the houses to see if any activities of demons are in sight, you were standing staring into the calm night as Tengen sat besides you sensing your nervousness. By the way you kept shifting from one foot to another made you completely obvious, he sighed, “You know, you worry too much.” He said, your breath hitched looking down at him who continued looking into the night, you clicked your tongue facing back to the sky, “You think so?” You questioned and he nodded his head, huffing standing up as well now turning his attention to you, “Ever since we left those three brats you’ve been nothing but worried about them. I’m sure they’re doing fine.” You turned your gaze back to his, glancing into his red eyes as he looked back into your (E/C) eyes sighing. “I can't really help it. They mean too much to me for me to just not care about them, they look up to me as their big sister and i’m not gonna discard that title to them. I have a gut feeling that an upper moon is here, ever since we got here i had a weird feeling about this place.” You huffed rubbing your arms up and down, Tengen almost looked surprised by the confession, you really took that title to the extreme huh?

But was he really that surprised about how you’re acting? Ever since that day when he seen you at the butterfly mansion he seen how protective you looked when he insulted the three. You were really an interesting girl, in response he grinned placing a hand on his hip, “You really care about them that much, huh?” You nodded your head, “Of course, i would do anything for them.” You smiled looking away from him as he hummed staring into the dark night. He also realized how different your uniform was from the rest of three, we’re you also a Hashira? He hasn’t seen you around before, “Are you perhaps a Hashira?” He questioned breaking the silence, now your secret was up. You thought he wouldn’t notice but maybe you were too obvious, you softly sighed nodding your head, “(Y/N) (L/N), the moon Hashira. I didn’t think i was gonna be that obvious.” You chuckled side glancing at him hearing a low chuckle leave him as well, “Well that makes you even more interesting, how come i’ve never you seen you around before?” You shrugged your shoulders, “Im not really around that much at headquarters, you’ll be lucky enough to catch me passing by back to my room. It’s nothing too much,” Tengen nodded his head with a hum, “Welcome to the team then, (Y/N).”

Butterfliesssssss.

You smiled softly, “Thank you.”

Ever since that night, you guys had became closer. More talkative with one another, and more friendly with each other, you have to admit you were gaining interest into him. I mean how couldn’t you? Once you got to know him you viewed him differently, he’s still a cocky ass nigga but other than that he’s really sweet to you more sweet than the three brats he loves to call them. Every night when patrolling over the houses you guys would crack jokes every now and then, having interesting conversations. “Wait wait so you’re telling me, when you first met that boar kid you actually thought it was a real life boar?.” He questioned with a grin as you rolled your eyes pushing him away with a small laugh, “Yeah! I mean I think it was just because i was exhausted, plus i was getting thrown around into different rooms for an hour straight. I still don’t understand why he wears the thing, it creeps me out.” You shrugged staring into the sky watching the stars shine through the night, Tengen chuckled himself. “But other than that I grew to get used to it.“ You sighed, turning your head to stare at him as he was already staring at you. It was quiet between you both, it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence instead it was more comfortable, but getting flustered from the long eye contact you looked away pushing some of your hair back.

You don’t know why but you were starting to like him and luckily for you he was starting to like you as well. After this mission he was definitely gonna ask the question of if you wanna be his fourth wife, you can even meet Hina, Suma and Makio, he has a feeling they’ll have a good liking of you. Especially Makio,

It was the fifth day of the mission and currently you, Inosuke and Tanjiro were talking about what Inosuke saw. He was doing these weird gestures making you both heavily confused on what he was trying to say, “Inosuke slow down please and calm down-“

“CALM DOWN?! I'M TRYING TO SHOW YOU GUYS WHAT I SAW!” You sighed in defeat about to talk but Tanjiro beat you to it, “Let’s just wait till Mr. Uzui and Zenitsu comes, then we’ll-“ He got interrupted, “Zenitsu isn’t gonna be joining us.” You three both looked towards were Tengen was, where the hell did he come from? And what the hell does he mean?. “What do you mean he won’t be joining us?.” You questioned standing up staring at the back of his head, you heard Tengen sigh almost sadly, “Zenitsu has gone missing.” Missing? Your breath hitched, “Missing? What do you mean missing Uzui?” He kept quiet which made you confused and slightly irritated, “Uzui answer the question.” You mumbled walking towards the taller Hashira who still kept quiet, him keeping quiet like this was making your blood boil. He wasn’t answering nor saying anything, your hands clenched and unclenched due to anger starting to take over, Tanijiri saw this from afar standing up to try and get ahold of you to calm you down, “Wait (Y/N) let’s talk about this-“ He was interrupted by a flinch when saw you force Uzui to look at you, you glared into his eyes as he stared into yours, “Answer the goddamn question Tengen. What do you mean Zenitsu is missing.”

He sighed, closing his eyes, avoiding to look into your anger ones, “After last night I lost all communication with him, I feel bad for dragging you four into this. I was too worried into saving my wives. I forgot the point of the mission.” Wait..wives? He has a wife? wait no he said wives..so does that mean he has more than one? Your heart started to race, feeling your stomach drop, due to hearing that one of your little brothers was missing and the other that you were liking an already taken man. Not hearing a single thing being heard from you, he brought his eyes back to you to see hurt and anger linger in them, he opened his mouth to speak but closed it, sighing in response. “I’m sorry but I'm gonna continue this mission on my own, those two are too weak to fight if it’s an upper moon. Take them back to headquarters,” With that he vanished into thin air leaving you to stare where he currently was,

Tanjiro could smell the sadness and anger that was lingering around you, he went to grab your hand but you turned away from him, “Are you okay (N/N)?)

“I’m fine. Let’s just go find Zenitsu.”

𝖸𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖨 𝖳𝖲𝖴𝖦𝖨𝖪𝖴𝖭𝖨

★ 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

Yoriichi Tsugikuni. He was a strange man, he was quiet and not so talkative with anyone. So when you were first introduced to the others he was the only one who didn’t greet you during the entire thing, the others reassure you that Yoriichi wasn’t a very talkative person and is very stoic which you completely understood not bothering to talk to him or force him. But you’ve made friends with other Hashira’s Enjuro who was the flame Hashira, Takeshi who was the wind Hashira, Shin who was the thunder Hashira, Yusuke who was the water Hashira, and more, they were all wonderful people making you guys instantly click.

But there was one thing that was bothering you and it was Yoriichi. You really wanted to talk to him or try to get to know him, so your new goal was to try to talk to him! It was later in the evening and you just gotten done eating dinner heading back to where you were sleeping when something catches your eye making you stop in your tracks, you hummed to yourself as you saw a figure in the distance training by themselves, you were gonna head back but the way their movements made you go into a trance. It was so satisfying watching how they moved in sync with their sword, and breathing techniques, soon enough the movements came to a stop as the person placed his sword back into its holder. You squint your eyes to see if you could figure out who it was..he was wearing a red Kamodo, red and black sword, long red and black hair- wait was that who you thought it was? Maybe you were blind but you could have swore that was Yoriichi, maybe you were trippin. Right when you we’re about to walk away Yoriichi turned around to come in contact with you, his hard red eyes staring into your (E/C) eyes making you stop in your tracks.

Fuck! I wasn’t trying to get caught!. You gulped down that lump in your throat what the fuck should i do? Should i say hi? Should i just walk away?? You thought but without realizing you brought your hand up and waved at him, oh my god this is so embarrassing why did i wave at him?! You were mentally freaking out to yourself as you both continued to hold that eye contact expecting him to ignore you and walk away acting like nothing happened but instead…he gave you a small smile nodding his head. You don’t know why but that same night as you were laid in your futon staring at the ceiling you couldn’t stop thinking about the response he gave you, butterflies were starting to roam around your stomach as your heart began to beat fast just thinking about the small moment you both shared.

He smiled at me..

You smiled to yourself hugging your pillow. That’s some progress done..now on to actually talking to him, it took you a few days…cough a week to courage up and talk to him..too embarrassed about that night but you managed! Walking through the front lawn you spotted him in the training circle that was circled with lights shining light around the area, walking carefully through the path not trying to be too loud or distract him of some sort. Coming to an end with his training placing his sword back into its holster he turned around to spot you making your way towards him, for some reason finally seeing you after that night made his heart race but he had to keep his composure so he just stared at you as you made your way over.

Time for the hard time, what the duck do i say? “Hi Yoriichi i was wondering if i could train with you?” Ew no.. “Hey! I was coming over to check on you.” That’s also a no..ugh just be yourself (Y/N), he won’t mind just be yourself. Clearing your throat you looked into his eyes, nervously waving your hand, “Uh hi..” Yoriichi stared at you with a soft look but not saying a thing. You began to become fidgety from the awkward silence clearing your throat. “Is it okay if I train with you? You don’t have to say yes I just need a sparring partner,” You asked, staring into his eyes as he nodded his head almost in an instant which made a smile form. “Wait really?!” And again he nodded his head with a smile of his own making your heart rate increase,

The sparing training actually went well and it was fun! You learned more about his breathing technique and how it works and his swordsman skills were amazing. In a blink of an eye he could have his sword pointing towards your neck without making it obvious…which happened to you multiple times but you had him in some times! Just sometimes he may or may not have the upper hand but still! It was past hour, and you and Yoriichi we're still training with each other you were over here breaking a sweat while he looked squeaky clean. The score was currently 3 - ….35 but no one has to know that, Yoriichi was silently smiling to himself watching you pant with your sword laid next to you as you were also laid on the ground, this was absolute bull there was no way this guy isn’t breaking a sweat right now. You lifted your head to meet with his eyes as he had a smile on his face, and there it was again..that smile he did the other night that made you go insane in your room.

Ugh this is so embarrassing, how the hell did i manage to become a Hashira compared to him? You didn’t realize you were talking aloud to yourself till you heard Yoriichi footsteps make their way towards where you laid, “You became a Hashira because you were chosen to. Never look down on yourself,”. A soft gentle voice spoke out, you felt yourself freeze turning your head to look at Yoriichi. Did he just speak? Is he talking to me?? He chuckled once more, “Yes i’m talking to you,” How the hell can he understand what i’m saying?!? Is he secretly a mind reader? Again Yoriichi kept that same smile on his face shaking his head, “No i am not a mind reader, you’re talking out loud.” Oh. “Oh..WAIT I WAS?!” Nice going (Y/N) you’re just embarrassing yourself even more, before you could even think about burying yourself deep in a hole and never coming back out a hand patted you on top of your head taking you out of your trance.

You looked up at Yoriichi who looked down at you with soft eyes, “Let’s continue training yeah? I can teach you another moon breath technique.” He was making your tummy do flips and tricks and you’re pretty sure if it was possible you would’ve been red as a tomato, you smiled in response picking up your sword in hand,

“I would like that.”

𝖦𝖨𝖸𝖴 𝖳𝖮𝖬𝖨𝖮𝖪𝖠

★ 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

“She’s still going at it, huh?” Zenitsu asked hearing Tanjiro sigh sadly nodding his head, “She’s been out there for the past 2 hours now, ever since she was released she’s been training.” It was true, ever since Shinobu released you, you’ve been non stop training ignoring her words, “Now, promise me you won’t train or do anything. For at least a month so your injuries can heal.” She stated clearly as you rolled your eyes, “You’re acting like i’m gonna disobey your rules,” She sighed, shaking her head, “It’s because you always do. Just this once (Y/N) don’t be stubborn and listen to me. You’re the moon Hashira and we can’t lose you.” And yet you didn’t listen to her, you wanted to get better and stronger, you wanted to not be weak.

The mission with the upper six was a complete disaster, you were useless during the entire thing. You were weak during the entire time, if it wasn’t for Tengen and Tanjiro saving you from Gyutaro you would’ve been dead by now. Ever since Kyojuro died you’ve been nothing but weak, you’ve lost your strengths, you’ve lost everything and now you aren't gonna stop till you get back to that strong (Y/N) you were before. You were a Hashira dammit. The two boys watched you from afar as you slashed the three demon dummies heads with one of your moon breathings,

This time it was slow as ever groaning at the speed distance. Cmon dammit! You’re just getting slower and slower by the day. You heaved heavily as you gripped your sword in hand getting ready to do another attack, you breathed in feeling your heart race dashing towards the dummy when you were close to it you jumped in the air high swinging your sword. Moon breathing second form, dashing eclipse! A mist of black flowed out of your sword as you dashed towards the dummy disappearing into thin air before coming close to its head, slicing it off landing behind the stand stumbling to your knees. Fuck..your body was starting to reach its limit, everywhere started to ache and you felt like your wounds are gonna reopen soon if you don’t stop.

But you just couldn’t..you couldn’t stop now. You still have so much work to do to get to your goal you can’t quite, you won’t quite. You hissed using your sword to stand yourself back up facing another demon dummy, you legs were becoming wobbly as well as your vision starting to blur, you breathed in gripping the sword handle getting ready do another attack, moon breathing first form..moon danc- Your breath got caught in your throat feeling a presence standing beside you and a hand on your sword, “That’s enough.” A voice spoke, you looked over to spot Giyu looking at you with a stern look. You tried to move your sword out of his grasp but due to you being weak your strength wasn’t all the way there making it easier for him to hold it in his grasp, you scoffed. “Buzz off Tomioka, you don’t tell me what to do.” You scowled glaring into his water eyes as he simply just stared at you sighing in response, “Stop being so reckless and rest. You’re still wounded,” Again you scoffed tugging one more tug using your remaining strength to take your sword out of his grasp, stumbling a little, “I’m fine okay? See? Perfectly fine,” You said throwing your arms in the air, Tomioka didn’t believe it one bit you had scars over your body, nose, arm, legs, there were bruises forming, you were wobbly and he can see some blood seeking through the white Kamodo, your wounds reopened.

Not realizing your wounds had reopened, you stumbled back to get ready for another attack. But the way your vision was becoming blurry and your stomach aching more than it was before, you dropped your sword lazily placing a hand on your stomach feeling blood soak through your Kamodo, “Fuck..” In a second you went unconscious from lost blood, before you could hit the ground Tomioka caught you in swiftness laying your head on his arm, he tsk. “Tch, you can never listen to anyone can you.” He mumbled, you breathed softly as you were knocked out cold. He faced his attention to the bloody wound that was leaking, without much thought he picked you up bridal style and brought you to the butterfly mansion.

A week later

It’s been a week since the accident happened and ever since you’ve been unconscious Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke made sure to come visit you leaving you your favorite flowers, staying with you for a little before getting reported to go on a mission..and unexpectedly Tomioka also visited you..almost the entire time you were unconscious. Day and night he made it his routine to visit you, even if it was for five minutes he still wanted to see you, it was strange to see him like this. Shinobu found it extremely suspicious of his actions whenever she would come in to check on you, she one time found him asleep one night besides you on the chair. It was weird but she caught on with him…he likes you but try’s so hard to not make it obvious.

At least to her.

It took awhile for you to actually wake up but when you did you were caught by a surprise. You woke up to the sun beaming through the curtains groaning from the brightness, you sat up slightly but stopped feeling a head on your lap. You furrowed your eyebrows looking down to spot the familiar black haired. Your breath hitched from the sudden surprise not knowing if you should wake him up or not…but he looked so peaceful. His warm skin shining bright through the sun, his hair slightly fluffed out and a mess, he looked so cute, you softly sighed to yourself placing your bandaged hand on top of his head playing with his hair. You swore you felt him move more against your hand when he felt your hands on top of it,

For a moment it was peaceful, the birds chirping through the sky, the bright sun shining down with a blue sky. After a few minutes or so Shinobu arrived with a tray of fresh bandages, when she looked up she was caught with a surprise, you were awake and Tomioka was still there from before. “(Y/N)..you’re awake?” Hearing her soft voice occur through the room you turned your attention to the insect Hashira, “How long have i been asleep for?” Shinobu sighed looking down, “Almost two weeks, if Tomioka hadn’t stopped you that night you would’ve gone into a coma for a month or two due to your wounds, loss of blood and no energy in your system. (Y/N) I told you to stay away from training till you were done recovering, you’re lucky he was there to stop you.”

And here comes the scolding, you grumbled to yourself looking down to face the sleeping Hashira that was on your lap sighing in frustration, “I just couldn’t help it okay? Ever since Kyojuro I..” You stopped mid way, breathing out sadly, Shinobu saw how your era changed with swiftness, you were upset, you were angry, you were feeling so many emotions at once. She set down the tray next to your bed touching your arm softly, “It’s been rough on you i understand, you were his former Tsugoku it’s been hitting hard on you. Just please, take it easy on yourself, no training and I mean that.” She stated clearly, you huffed rolling your eyes, “Yeah yeah wtv.” Right before Shinobu was about to scold you for your attitude you both turned your head hearing Tomioka groan softly shifting on your lap but staying asleep.

Shinobu grinned seeing how your gaze was soft and gentle looking at him with your hands playing in his hair, she knows those eyes…the same eyes that shouted being lovesick, “He likes you, you know.” You swore you felt your heart start beating fast, you couldn’t help that stupid smile form on your face hearing that..in all honesty youve been gaining some type of interest for him. It all started when a mission happened..it was overnight due to a snow storm happening, you two ending up in a cabin that luckily still had the perfect resources. It all happened when you guys were sleep..for some reason you guys were cuddling up with each other with his hands wrapped around your waist and head in between your neck. You bit your bottom lip from the memory continuing to look down at him,

“He likes me?”

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kodamaghost00 · 2 months

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30 Charlie headcanons

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[Disclaimer!!]

I know Chaggie is canon but for the sakes of this post Charlie will be single. [Im a passionate chaggie shipper pls don’t kill me]

This post will contain: NSFW,Sfw, Fluff, Smut

It's also Genderless for the girls,gays and theys! You're a new resident at the Hotel in this scenario.

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Let’s begin!

Her favorite nicknames for you are “Sunshine” and “Pumpkin”. And everything sweet in general.

She makes you breakfast every morning and gets excited when you do the same.

Loves morning cuddles. She’d stay in bed just enjoying the embrace and warmth of your body.

Would not really understand your interests but enjoys seeing you being happy. So she will engage and learn about your interests and hobbies. “So you’re into that? Sounds interesting, Sunshine!”

She is definitely an early sleeper. She wants to get the most out of a day as possible.

Listens to 2017 white girl music on a daily basis and you guys vibe all the time.

After she got to meet Rosie she always went to her for advice or help in general.

She gets very flustered and ashamed when people as about her sexual life and declines to talk about it openly.

She likes PDA a lot though. Showing off her perfect partner with kisses and hand holding? Fuck yeah!

She definitely confessed her love to you first. She gave you flowers and a love letter wich read “Please be mine and go on a date with me!”. With an adorable doodle next to it.

She’s more of a dog person but loves KeeKee with her whole heart.

She’s is surprisingly dominant in bed. She pins you down aggressively but afterwards asks you if you are okay with it.

She is very flexible so there are many poses you guys could try out.

She enjoys oral a bit more than anything else. Seeing you shutter under her control makes her feel very reassured.

She definitely goes into her demon form when she’s close. Her tail wrapping around her waist trying to keep her composer.

Great at aftercare. She makes sure you feel reassured and comfortable once you’re finished. Cuddles and kisses are a must.

“Are you comfortable pumpkin? Would you like a towel?” And also whispering reassurance to you is important. “You did great by the way… you look so cute!”. A total sweetheart.

She is great with all sorts of people. Even the ones who are really disrespectful to her. So sometimes you keep those people in place.

Won’t curse until she needs to. She isn’t really going hard on the curses when she does curse. A simple “Fuck you” or “Motherfucker” is enough for her.

She absolutely adores kids. She also wants at least two in the future.

Gets shy easily. When you compliment her hair or her big round eyes she gets flustered right away.

In her emo phase she definitely said “ITS NOT A PHASE!” and now she looks back on it and laughs every time.

Hopes she will see Emily again one day. They definitely had a great time together.

If you’re not able to sleep at night she’s singing you to sleep. With your head on her lap and her playing with your hair.

LOVED the Barbie movie and rewatched it twice. And cried at the ending.

She is an hardworking woman so she’s encouraging you to help her out a lot. Trying to make you feel included!

When she gets overwhelmed she locks herself in her room and cries herself to sleep.

“Hey Charlie…? Are you okay…?” You asked knowing she’s feeling down. “Y-yeah! I’m fine pumpkin… don’t worry!!” “You don’t have to pretend my love…”

She sighed as she opened her door. You see her puffed up eyes so you open your arms wide. “Come here…” she hugs you deeply. “Thank you…”

You kiss her forehead as she embraces the hug. “No need to thank me sweetheart.”

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Yes I know no one asked for this but I love Charlie so you gotta listen to me rant about her. Give my girly more love and attention! So as always I’d love to get some requests for characters, I’ll try to do all of them but there’s so many! Thanks for reading my dear friends and have a lovely day/night!

- Your Ghost ༼ つ ╹ ╹ ༽つ

#charlie morningstar #hazbin charlie #charlie magne #charlie hazbin hotel #charlie x reader #charlie headcanons #hazbin headcanons #hazbin hotel headcanon

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wooyoungmybelovedhusband · 1 year

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𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓑𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮 [𝓙𝓦𝓨] 𝓟𝓽. 3

♡ Pairing : MafiaBoss!Jung Wooyoung x F!Reader

♡ Summary : He told you not to face his demons, but what he didn't know is that you knew his demons better than he laid eyes on them.

♡ Warnings : Angst, Wooyoung has serious anger issues, protective!woo, woo isnt really an asshole later on, Woo really isn't much of an asshole in this, mentions of other group members, reader is too good for her own good, a very soft reader, Suggestive themes at the end, Rough make-out session.

♡ Disclaimer : I strictly do not support this kind of behavior and that this is a fic, so read it as a fic. All the characters in this fic may be extremely cruel but do know this doesn't represent any characteristic of the real life people and that this is just a fic written by me.

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♡ Aera's Note : Feedback on this is one is greatly appreciated!!

You were yet again, forced to join one of these fanciest clubs. Wooyoung had gotten you to dress yourself in the most tight fitting long white silk dress. Your hands were decorated with lacy white gloves and your hair was curled perfectly above your shoulder making you look seductive and innocent as ever. Your eyes showed no emotion just like your body didn't react anymore like before to his lingering touches. You had come to get yourself to love those trailing touches and kisses which were imprinted on your body. The long slit of your dress exposed your bare thigh for everyone.

You were sat next to Wooyoung when an unfamiliar guy entered the room. You noticed the instant shift in Wooyoung's gaze and the way his figure turned uncomfortable from his presence. The guy walked up to you, his eyes meeting Wooyoung's in a dark gaze and his lips instantly curl up in a smirk from noticing the change in his behavior. "Jung Wooyoung, didn't expect to see you here." Wooyoung's jaw clenches slightly, "Same goes to you too, Jung Yoon-Oh. It's been a while, isn't it?" It was now time for Jaehyun to clench his jaw, "Jaehyun. It's Jung Jaehyun for you."

Wooyoung's grins in satisfaction, only for it to be cut short when Jaehyun's eyes travelled to Y/n. "And Who is this pretty gir-" Jaehyun's voice dies down in his throat when his eyes glances over her collarbone to find Wooyoung's initials, 'JWY' inked onto her soft skin. Wooyoung's gaze instantly darkens again, but Jaehyun didn't dare question whatever he witnessed. He clears his throat before regaining his composure and moving his eyes back to Wooyoung. "I need to speak to you about something."

Wooyoung takes a deep breath, "I have nothing to speak about with you, Brother." He spats out, his tone laced with venom and hate. "It's about our father, and-" "We'll talk about this later. Alone." Jaehyun hesitantly gives him a nod, before going away from his brother. His eyes soften when he is completely out of Wooyoung's sight, his heart aches to see his younger brother be so heartless. The confined look on the girl's face made him realise how heartless his brother had turned out to be, it made him realise what a monster they had turned him into.

Wooyoung knocked on Seonghwa's office door, not caring if he heard a 'come in', he barged through the door making Seonghwa's attention swiftly switch to him. It had been about two months since their last fight, needless to say, Seonghwa certainly was still not settled with Wooyoung's actions."I don't want to talk to-" "I met Jaehyun hyung, today." Wooyoung spoke, walking towards the big white couch. "Wait, what?" "You heard me, hyung." Seonghwa quickly paced towards him, "What did he say now?" Wooyoung takes a deep breath before answering Seonghwa. "He wants to talk about our father, and his condition."

Seonghwa scoffed in disbelief, his hands fidget in anger and rage. "After ten fucking years, he had the the fucking guts to talk about your father with the first time you met?" Wooyoung's eyes twitch when he "This... This isn't the first time I met him after a long time, hyung. I met him two weeks ago and it certainly didn't go well." Seonghwa lets out a deep sigh after hearing his sentence, not being one bit fazed by his words. "Now that explains the bloodstains on your shirt and the dagger in your hand the other day. What do you plan on doing now? I can train the team for the attack-"

"Not yet hyung." That's when Seonghwa observed the change in his eyes. His eyes flickered with unknown pain and fury, which he held in with all the efforts, so he didn't hurt him. Seonghwa now really wondered what was going on in his mind.

You flinched hard every time your ears heard the sounds of loud crashing.

Flashback

Your younger self crouched down in the corner, hugging your legs to your chest in fear. Your little hands shook in fear from the loud crashing sounds coming from downstairs. You were ten, you were a literal child. A small fragile child who was trying to comprehend why those big black men entered your house when your family was going out for a long vacation with your family. Your shining eyes teared up from remembering the fear that shone over your parents faces when they rushed you to run to your room. That night, although you heard all those loud cries for help and loud noises, you failed to protect them.

You were pulled out of your trance when you heard the loud scream coming from Wooyoung's office, it sounded certainly very familiar to you. You stare at the plain wooden door, your hands reaching out for the door knob but you instantly flinch from the other loud thrashing sound escaping the room. Your hands shiver in fear and a tear escapes your eyes but you force yourself to turn the knob. You were welcomed by the sight of a completely messed up room, with all the vases and decorations shattered into pieces.

You looked around the room to be greeted by Wooyoung's broad back facing you, "Get the fuck out of here Y/n." This was the very first time he had called you by your actual name, and his furious tone made you shudder in your place. His eyes close shut in annoyance when he hears footsteps approaching his figure slowly. He turns around swiftly, pushing you against the wall making your back hit the wall harshly. His hands bring out his dagger from his back pocket in a second before pressing the dark black dagger against your throat.

"Why don't you fucking obey a rule?" His eyes finally met yours which were filled with utter fear and.. Pain? Your throat bobs slightly as you gulp down in fear. You couldn't believe who you were seeing, was it really him? The strange furious and crazy look on his face, and the dagger he pressed at your throat made you feel like it was the biggest mistake to walk through the door. After all those nights of ending up in his bed, your face pushed into the pillows as he pounded ruthlessly into you while he bruised your soft skin, you should have definitely known better.

You should have known that you were just his fucking puppet, his fucktoy. What would you even expect from this asshole?

But there was still a little hope in your little heart which tried to look for the reason. The empty reason as to why was he so triggered. Your heart pounds faster with fear from having contact with his sharp eyes which glinted with an unfamiliar rage. His dagger slightly dug into your skin, slashing through the thin layer of your skin. You do nothing but let out a wince in pain as tears continue to run down your eyes."P-Please." Your soft voice pleaded making him snap out his trance slightly.

His eyes unknowingly soften and his hand shake before letting the dagger slip out and fall to the ground. Wooyoung's eyes twitch slightly before he takes a deep breath, his anger not yet cooled down. "Get out" His finger presses over the fresh cut on your neck, making your blood stick to his skin. He got an unknown sense of relief from the sight of blood, while he felt an inner voice screaming at him to get away from you. He was too dangerous for your fragile figure, but wasn't he always this dangerous to your fragile figure?

He was cut off from his trail of thoughts when he heard your soft whimper, his head snapped towards you with widened eyes. "N-No. You n-need help." Your voice seemed so innocent and your teary eyes were now red from crying. His hands now come up to grasp your jaw, "You don't know what you are getting yourself into kitten. Get out." Your hands latched onto his shoulders, "I don't care what I'm getting myself into, you've already dragged me into this mess."

His grip on your jaw tightens if that could happen, "Then how will you help me? What can you fucking do, kitten?" The next moment you pull him down for a rough kiss, and your hands ball into fists, ruining his well ironed shirt. Your lower lip gets captured by his teeth in a harsh grip as he bites down on the soft skin and pulls away. "Use me, Master." You couldn't believe the words you let out but your mind has no space for thinking when his lips smash over yours yet again. His hands move down to your waist, squeezing at your sides.

"I fucking- Will, kitten." Wooyoung utters out in between your kisses before grasping your thigh with his large hands. You were unwillingly content with yourself for what you just did. Maybe all those nights weren't really forced, maybe you didn't hate ending up in his bed with your face pushed into the pillows or his hand wrapped around your neck while he pounds his cock into you. Maybe you preferred all that than knowing you left him all alone like everyone else did.

Maybe you finally were trappped into the love maze created by Jung Wooyoung just for you. Maybe he had set a burning desire in you too.

Okay so this took me long enough although it's a short chapter, but believe me, there will be longer chapters soon. 🤭

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Ineffable Husbands Fic Rec #10

Not a Mounted Dildo but a Fuck Machine

Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley have lived together for three years when lockdown goes into effect. When Aziraphale meets a nice girl on Tinder who he thinks is his perfect match, he's delighted. There's just one hurdle: that pesky virginity thing. Lucky for him, Crowley has always been there for him. He's helped Aziraphale with every other problem through the years, why not this one?

Just Once More

Summary: Aziraphale is trapped in a time loop, reliving the days since Gabriel arrived.

What he has to fix? It's a mystery

With you, with me

Summary: “Oh, shit,” Crowley muttered, but it came out more like ‘ohkjfd—‘

The man— A bloody priest was still keeping his umbrella over Crowley. The fabric of his button-up had darkened on his shoulders, now throughly drenched.

He could see more details, now, and Crowley stared. The priest had round, gentle features, and a shock of hair so blond it looked white collected in messy, soft curls. There was some sense of deep-sedated sadness in his grey-blue eyes, as he looked down at Crowley.

“I’d imagine that you need to get back up on your feet, then, son,” the priest said, sounding somehow tired. “You can’t stay here.”

“…I have nowhere to go,” Crowley replied, feeling like his tongue was double in size in his mouth. It was a lie, and wasn’t one at the same time.

He could technically go anywhere he wanted, as long as the Bentley stopped pouting at him for getting high again, but he had nowhere to go.

These immortal souls

Summary: “You should come with me," he said, the words out of his mouth before he could even think about them. That was enough to make Ezra turn to him.

“Beg your pardon?”

“You should come with me,” Crowley repeated. “Let’s leave. Do not linger to watch the charred remains, there’s no need to hurt yourself so. Just come with me. We can leave right away.”

Ezra blinked, gray eyes moving about to take in Crowley’s expression.

“…Yes," he replied, almost a whisper, and yet firm.

Crowley took his hand, and Ezra followed, pliant. They disappeared into the red night, never to be seen again.

Aziraphale never quite made it to live his life with the name he was given, but that does not mean that fate won't still push him toward a very specific Demon.

Crowley is mostly confused by this creature's entire existence, and yet is inexplicably pulled toward him.

They make it work. Sort of.

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sadfruittheatre · 1 year

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Flower Buds

Aneas was pacing so much that he was positive he was wearing a hole in the floor, something that he'd commented to his plants many times already in the past five minutes.

"I just can't believe they're sending a criminal here...!" he muttered to himself. "A-And I mean, I shouldn't complain about visitors since it's so rare, but Towa's apprentice!? This is huge..." It seemed no one in any other universe wanted to take one of the Time Patrol's most high profile prisoners, so it was left up to the freshman West Kai of Universe 5. Aneas turned to one of his plants, sitting on his windowsil in a large pot with the name "Maurice" lovingly written on it in a neat cursive. "Maurice, what am I going to do? There's no way I can do this, she's probably going to kill me and escape and wreak havoc on my quadrant and I'll forever be remembered as the worst Kai in the history of--"

There was a knock at the door. Aneas flung the door open and was greeted with a tall blue demon girl with white hair curled up into horns and a scowl on her face. On either side of her were two Time Patrollers.

"H-Hello, you must be here for... Parole?" he greeted nervously.

"Sure are," one of the Time Patrollers said. "Keep her busy so she'll stay out of trouble, and let us know immediately if something goes wrong."

"O-Of course, thank you!" Aneas bowed deeply, but the two time patrollers simply took off, leaving him alone with the prisoner. They stared at each other in a moment of silence that felt like an eternity for the anxious Kai. "Sssssoooooo, umm... I-It's nice to meet you...? I'm Aneas!" He offered out his hand for a handshake, but she just stared at it, unmoving.

"Coulie," she replied flatly. "My name is Coulie." She then began to walk past him, looking around. "So where are the plants?" His face lit up.

"O-Oh! Eager to start, I see! Well! Follow me!" He ran through the little house to the back door and swung it open. "This is where you'll be working!" Coulie slowly followed him, and once she reached the doorway she was greeted with the sight of a sprawling garden filled with a variety of large, thriving plants. Aneas looked up at her, smiling sheepishly. "I-It's not as big as I'd like yet, but I think it's a good start... What do you think?" The groan she responded with made his smile drop fast.

"It looks like work."

"I-I mean, it's... kind of supposed to be... this was your parole agreement, after all..." Aneas mumbled. "B-But don't worry! Once you get started, it's actually quite relaxing! I-It's really not too difficult or anything! Once I introduce you to them all, you'll get the hang of it!"

"...Introduce me? I can see them."

"W-Well, like anyone, they each have certain needs!" He walked up to a large, flowering plant. "Like this one! This is Sylvia! She needs a lot of sunlight and..." Aneas continued rambling at length about the list of things "Sylvia" needed, which then became an extended backstory and family history of the plant, to which Coulie listened to with mild interest. It was pointless, meaningless babble, but it was still far more interesting than her little cell that was constantly being raided of her (totally not pilfered) science equipment by security. As the "conversation" shifted into Aneas actually showing her how to care for his many plants, she could see him start to visibly relax into what was apparently his usual routine. But suddenly, he paused.

"This is probably silly, but... It's nice to have someone to talk to about these kinds of things now..." he said wistfully. Then suddenly, he seemed to remember the context his new guest was here in and his face fell a bit. "Though I suppose this just parole for you... u-unless you actually like flowers...?"

"Not particularly," Coulie replied with a shrug. "I'm just making sure I know how to take care of your plants so I don't go back to jail for killing them. I'm not here to make friends. Now show me how to not kill this one." She pointed to another plant she half-remembered being named Agnes or something.

"R-Right..." Aneas said softly, nodding. "W-with this one, you just do this..." And he simply showed her how to check and take care of the plant without any more verbal explanation. Coulie was quick to notice the chatty boy's complete 180 as his explanations became almost completely nonverbal, only stopping to explain things that couldn't be seen visually. When he was sure she had caught on enough to be able to start doing some gardening on her own, he set her off on her own bit of busywork while he quietly went to another part of his garden. As the hours wore on Coulie felt... odd about the sudden silence. It felt foreboding. It felt uncomfortable. It felt too... quiet. No wonder he talked so much.

For a brief moment she wondered if she did something wrong, but she certainly didn't care about hurting his feelings, if that was the problem was. She was being honest. She was on parole, and she didn't want to go back to jail for killing his plants. Then it dawned on her that making him so quiet might also put her back in jail, and her eyes widened in horror. She dropped everything she was doing and ran over to him.

"H-Hey! Aneas, right?!" she said a bit too loudly. Aneas jumped, dropping the spade he was holding.

"Y-Yes?!" he replied, whipping around. "I-Is everything okay?!"

"No!" she cried. "Start talking again! It's too quiet! How do you keep from going insane here?!"

"I, umm... I talk... B-But I figured you would prefer some space... and this planet is pretty small after all, so there probably aren't too many places you couldn't hear me talk..."

"But there's nobody else here! Tell me!" she demanded. "Who do you talk to?! The plants?!" Aneas glanced away nervously.

"Y-Yes...?" Coulie just sort of stared at him like he was insane.

"What good does that do? They're plants."

"Well, umm..." Aneas started rocking back and forth on his feet as he thought of how he wanted to explain it. "I-It gives me someone to talk to, for one... A-And especially if I'm feeling sad or upset... I can just tell it to the plants. They won't judge..."

"...And that actually helps? Even if they don't respond back?"

"Mmhmm! Usually...!" he replied with a nod. Coulie stared down in deep thought.

"...Can I talk to the plants?" she asked. "Is that allowed?" He looked up at her in surprise. What would she need to talk to the plants about, outside of maybe complaining about parole...? Perhaps she was sad and lonely too...?

"...Y-Yes? If you need to..." He offered up an awkward smile. "B-But you know.. Sometimes... It's also good to talk to someone who can respond... So, umm... N-Not to sound too forward, but if... I-If you ever need that, I'll listen!" Coulie was stunned and amazed. Here she was, someone who'd committed more atrocities than most demons could even dream of at her age, and he obviously knew this, and he was just... offering to lend her an ear! She honestly couldn't help but laugh, to which Aneas seemed to shrink his stance down to an even smaller size.

"I-I'm sorry..." he mumbled. "That's probably pretty stupid of me to offer..." She stopped laughing and just stared down at him in surprise.

"You're... sorry? Why?"

"W-Well, surely you thought the offer was... ridiculous? I... I mean why else would you laugh...?"

"Because you're too good for your own good!" she retorted, softly karate chopping him on the head. "Did you suddenly forget who I am? What I did?"

"N-No, I just thought... m-maybe..." Coulie couldn't help but smile at him. A small, but genuine smile.

"...You're the first person to offer that. And you're the first person I'm going to genuinely say this to, so... Thanks." Aneas could feel his heart start racing and his face turning a bright red as he fought the urge to hide his face in his oversized sleeves.

"N-No, um, thank you! I'm... I'm honored!" Coulie laughed again.

"I think you really did forget who I am!"

"N-No! I just..." And so, his urge to hide in his sleeves was too powerful to overcome.

"You know... I really didn't care about plants before this," she said softly. "...But I think I could learn to start." Aneas peeked over his sleeves to look up at her. He slowly lowered his hands, revealing a bright, but awkward smile.

"That's... That's great to hear!"

#writing #aneas #i still really like this one

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JSJSJS HOLD ON HOLD ON LEMME PASTE IT TO YOU REAL QUICK LMAO (this is just part one of this AU's version of episode 1 btw so that's why it stops at a certain point)

"Thank you, everyone!"

Said Jake Sterling as thousands of students before him cheered in unison, looking up from the rows of people all lined below. Cheers and whistles went out into the crowd as Jake held the microphone tightly in his hand, sweat glistening as he stood in the spotlight up on the stage.

"Now, this song.. goes out to someone really special to me." Said Jake with a soft smile—looking out into the soft-smiling girl with white hair within the crowd, staring back at him with baby-blue eyes.

He opened his mouth—ready to sing into the microphone, but then..

Ding-ding, ding-ding!

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Jake found his eyes opening. Light greeted him from outside of the window, bathing his room in a luminous glow. From beside him, a beeping sound continously went off, and he was now no longer on a stage in front of a thousand people, but on the comfy feeling of his bed within his room.

Jake sighed. "Aww.. I've had that dream before. Why didn't it get to the part where everything exploded and all of humanity was destroyed?" He then paused. "Oh well.. guess I better get goin'." And with that, he lifted himself out of the bed, his feet meeting the ground, and his body began to perform the usual morning routine it always did.

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The peach-haired boy who was Jake was.. err.. unordinary, unlike some of the other boys at school. If he were really insecure about his masculinity and tried to put other men down so he gained attention from women, he would have been called a pick-me boy. But he wasn't that type of "unique", if you could call that type unique anyway.

He was normal—absolutely normal—totally, he swore! He played sports, he did school-work, and he had a favorite color as other humans did! But the thought of the total destruction of humanity always appealed to him more than the world of movies or more than the world of video games.

I guess you could say Jake was a little bit of a genocidal maniac.

Regardless, as of now, Jake headed to school like the other teenagers did. And as of now, he was approaching his school, and in the front of his school, he was greeted with the sight of his friends who looked to be chattering with eachother. Henry, Liam, and Drew.

Rushing foward, Jake smiled and said loudly as he approached, "Sup, guys!"

Henry looked at him, his mysterious eye color glistened with a sense of helplessness. A deep ass voice then erupted from his mouth, fierce as a demons. "Jake, help me out here! Tell Liam here that Stacy would make a better candidate for this years election than her mom!"

"Uhh.. what?" Jake asked, his tone slightly iced with a soft sense of aggression. It was him who should be dictato—I mean president. How did neither of them know this?

"You've got to admit that Stacy's mom would keep this country on.." Liam smirked, a high pitched and almost anime girl-esque type voice seeping out of his mouth. Because that was totally normal for a boy of about 16-17 years of age.

Jake only ignored this. He'd.. "remind" Liam why he would obviously be the better candidate later. Drew then turned to him, saying while his lips beared a smirk, "Hey, Jake. You know that My Chemical Romance song I've been wanting to have to play on my IPod this year?"

"Oh, yeah—Evanescence?" Jake inquired.

"Well, my dad downloaded it on the IPod for me last night.. now I can listen to it and my other sets of random songs I've downloaded on there." Drew replies.

Jake only rolled his eyes. Internally, he thought, "Must be nice being so out of date with the times you unironically download your music on an IPod instead of just getting a phone.."

"Heyyy.." Slyly said Drew, smirking, "..look who's boutta walk past."

Then—a familiar face, the one he had seen in his dreams, began to walk past. Gleaming white hair in the yellow-amber sun, blue-blue eyes that could make any man or woman or person faint from the sheer force of love, soft pale skin, and a blue-themed fashion that Jake could always recognize. Daisy, his beloved, his crush since middle school!

As she walked past, she said in her utterly beautiful voice—

"GÖØD MÖŘNÏNĜ, MÖRTÆL."

Ah.. she had such a beautiful voice. A voice that sounded like the voice of a thousand angels.

As she walked away, Jake uttered, "M-Morning, Daisy!"

When she vanished, embarrassment flushed over Jake's pale face. "Ugh.. that was smooth."

"Hahaha!" Drew laughed, "Wow.. still getting flustered over her, aren't you, Jake?"

"Hey, don't make fun of me!" Jake rolled his eyes.

"Heh—how can we not? You see her every day, you make human sacrifices for her like a romantic—why not just ask her to be your demon-lord already?" Liam smirked, slyly adding, "Before I get there first."

Jake scoffed. "Fat chance! And I will! I'm just.. waiting for the right moment."

Drew replied, snarkily, "You've been waiting for the right 'moment' for years."

"Just admit it!" Grinned Henry, "You're a chicken! Bock bock bock!" He began to sway his hips, making fake chicken sounds as he did so. Drew and Liam laughed—Jake flushed a deep red, considering also giving Henry a little 'reminder' of why he planned on being the dictator—I mean President of the country in the future.

"Oh, shut up.." That was the only thing Jake said in reply.

Then—two faces walked by, familiar faces. A girl student, and a boy student walking together alone.

Drew smirked. "Hey, look! It's the.." He faltered, "..uhh.. sssstupid duo! Hah!"

Masculine laughter erupted from Liam, Henry and Drew all at once. The boy and the girl stopped, staring with stern glares. Certainly enough, it was the quote 'sssstupid duo'—Zander and Hailey.

Oh my god this is amazing

#Sunny Tag

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sweetish-original-story · 6 months

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Chapter 11

*squeak, squeak, squeak*

Sammy's shoes hesitantly squeaked down the halls of her dark and giant family home, echoing louder than the cavern she was just in an hour ago. For as cold and pristine the ivory prison was, her presence was like a warm candlight over a dark blue candle. A candle with ragged hair and a new, soon to bruise bite mark on her neck that she would have to cover with makeup. Out of all the time they spent together, that was the last reaction she expected. He just stuck his tongue out at her like at her like a teasing child before saying something about meeting up tomorrow and left as if it were nothing. Not one crystal spilled out.

Sammy recalled something about his people being more physical than her own but that was...

The heat radiating from her cheeks were almost as bright as the light on her phones flashlight, tightly gripped in her manicured hands.

She always hated manicures, they take far too long and every time she had an idea in her head about what she wanted, her mother would bombard her with a million more she has to sift through. Eventually she loses her will and becomes overwhelmed with what she could do. In the end she's paralyzed with the weight of the decisions and ends up going with a blank white canvas, as always, her first and safest choice. What would have been a 15 minute appointment always takes 2 hours. If her mother would just let her do things her way, she wouldn't have so many problems.

Her mother. The witch. The snake. The... ugly... mean... shrimp? Yeah. Shrimp is good. And she smells like it too. She must be here. She'll have to face her soon. There's no avoiding her. Her body involuntary shudders, and as her blood slowly turns to ice she recalls the events that played out earlier that evening. She is the one who owns this cage she has to return to every night. She has tried to find places to live but they were never good enough for her mother and every new detail Eleanorpicked at would throw her into a world of doubt. She would just give up in the end, all these choices are never the right one. At this point Sammy has a hard time knowing if any of her work is really hers, or just the voice of her mother echoing throughout her head telling her what SHE would have done.

Except with Dulce.

She's never wrong with him. He's always so detailed with how he goes about things, and yet there's never a doubt in his mind on whether she "meant to do that" or "say it that way". It's like he's in her head sometimes, but as a soothing presence, not at all like the silent venom she is used to skipping around. A hardened timberwolf who decided to befriend and play instead of devour. Although she has to admit she would love to capture an image of him really showing his strength.

Her mind trails off into images of her freind defeating some evil demon king fire erupting from his fist and incinerating the monster before she herself runs up to him and dramatically falls into his arms. As her muscle memory leads her back to her personal prison, clad in the finest silk and velvet her mother could nag her to buy, the squeaks echo faster and lighter. Her head was filled with Sakura flowers and her cheeks were bright once again, she was ready to fall onto her giant and in the safety of her covers and roll around in the romantic dreams she will be having, picking flowers in her mind to foretell whether her infatuation was reciprocated. If they would run away together to the mountains and frolick in the tulips and-

As she turns the knob to her room, all of her daydreams were brought to a screeching hault as she now realizes why her mouth never bothered to get up and answer the door. She was already making her wrath known, and sent a clear message about how she felt about earlier today.

Her bed was gone. Her 30 pound 7000 shell bed, made of the rarest fabrics and cottons, screwed into the wall, was gone.

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 7 months

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Hey Peahen mom? With the kids and all, how do you think some of the others would react? Would they react like Jaron and Melinda did when meeting Abigail and maybe the same with Ben too?

((Hello anon dear hope your good today. And how they would react? You mean the future adult au right? Well, i think I can say something but the others are depending on how they react. But here's mine. :3))

(( and again some mentioned in this or the muses belong to @demon-blood-youths ))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

-I know Melinda was knocked out for a while when she and Jaron finds out about the little girl being their first born daughter. However, she was so nervous to talk to him that her face would be a burning red thinking about it. Though, I get the feeling they would pass out when finding out about Benjamin.

-For Shdwkyz and Vivi, at first they would be hanging out with nothing wrong. However, that changes due to the older Ink and Jinx still causing trouble in the future. That results with them meeting their little baby snake Rosa who got lost but finds them. Vivi was shocked seeing the little girl looked like her and Sai but she passed out flushed red twitching after finding out she was her daughter. I think Shdwkyz would be speechless even finding out their devils gave the two baby snakes (the white from Sai and the purple from Vivi) were from them to her. He was not able to speak for a long while before Rosa got sent back home.

-Bridget was a surprise to Breezy and Rust too. At first, both didn't know it was their daughter till they saw the familiar gear charm on her wrist and the expression she had like Rust. Breezy and Rust was shocked at first that he felt like his mind had a overload with Breezy muttering in shock. Though, they did admit they make cute babies.

-Mack was wandering around trying to find his past parents and did when seeing Maggie and T-bone doing some training. Though, the two didn't expect a kid to be watching them as he had stars over his head. He shocked them both when hearing him call Maggie mom. She had wide eyes red but T-bone was shocked hearing him say dad. T-bone and Maggie were so shocked they look to the little one then at one another. They were speechless for a while.

-Sarah was hurt one time while getting teleported to a area in new york but lucky it was near Ashley's base. Hex was treating her as he can but he even looks to see her rubbing her eyes and tears. That's when he noticed a familiar look. She had glasses but her eyes were just like Ophelia's. Even seeing a familiar green hair band and a flower. He asked where her parents are to find out that she found them. Hex was confused to hear Ophelia do a video call but when she did, Sarah saw and calls Opheila mom. The healer was shocked hearing this before Sarah explains. Hex looked shocked but saw Opehila pass out right on the video twitching. He was worried but she was good with Sarah confused.

-It was during that same time Lewis was hugging Ashley's leg when she found him with Joshua. Both saw him hugging her but he was in tears due to it. They were worried wanting to find his parents but he only whines not letting her go nor Joshua. They didn't know what was wrong before she saw demon plants growing with butterflies. Even seeing they were having a light green glow. They were not sure about it before he shows a picture of his parents to see the older Ashley and Joshua. Ashley was shocked that she passed out with swirls in her eyes but Joshua caught her in a panic. But Lewis said his mom tends to do that when she gets over excited about something.

-Brandon was a more proud son of Kali and Rex that when he got teleported by accident, he saw both his parents hanging out. He was just as brave as Kali and goes to them. At first both didn't know who he was till he stated with confidence that he was their son. Kali was shocked and Rex spat out his drink coughing and hitting his chest. Of course both didn't believe that till he gives proof to show he was. In a while, yeah from how he acted he was indeed their son. Kali was proud of him while Rex was taking time to take it in before he was fine but proud at the same time. At least this proves to their fractions both of them went way beyond as they got older.

-Izzy was working or checking the hacking web site her mom and dad made seeing so many different hackers. Though, she got found out after trying to explore the past when Mouse and Fosh found her. They were wondering how someone so young got through without getting caught. However, they were more speechless seeing the mini jellyfishes and two mice there protecting her. They wonder who she was to find out she was their daughter. Mouse spat her drink out and Fosh did too as they were coughing. They didn't know if it was true only for Izzy to explain and shows her laptop. It shows the icons, stickers, even a photo of her parents. Both hackers knew who was who and it was them alright. They look at the pic then at one another then away. Yeahhhh it was them alright. However, Izzy smiled that she hugs her past parents happy she got to meet them.

-As for Dawn, she was teleported near by or in between when it was during some kidnapping. Of course she got to see her parents Ethan and Willow working together that it got her happy to see them. Even having her flamed azure wind showing catching the two's eyes. At first, the fractions found her and helped her but right away, she calls them aunts and uncles. The two teams were shocked till Zloth got excited and claims that it was Ethan and Willow's daughter. He already was happy to see how adorable Dawn was but when the leaders found their teams they saw Dawn. Ethan asked who she was for Zloth to say this was his and Willow's daughter. Ethan was shocked at first and Willow too. She was a beet red that she falls back passing out. Ethan caught her worried while the teams sweatdrops with Dawn confused. Zloth puts her down but she went to help her mom. They got proof when seeing the green feather and blue feather from her parents.

-The kids were together at the time but they did tell other ideals of what happened like Oblivion and Yuuka getting married to some of the young members dating. But they were happy for them. Even finding out that Hellmare and Hiroshi was expecting a kid in the future.

((But yeah, that's my ideals but yeah. If Demon mun wishes to add to this with her part she's free to. :3))

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thefanbasewhore · 3 years

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To Forget.

Summary: Buck has a nightmare and just wants to forget about it, of course with the help of his girlfriend.

Warning/content: (18+), suggestive content ahead. Biting, slight degration, rough sex, mentions of PTSD but Bucky is a soft little angel towards the end. P in V, oral (female receiving)

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

A/N: I don't ever write smut, so this kinda sucks but also took me 2 weeks to write 😡

He's curled on the floor, chest heaving as he takes a deep gulp. Eyes ablaze but wide with sadness, fear of the demons who drown him every night he closes his eyes.

The smallest step has his head snapping in your direction, hand reaching out as if he was looking for something to protect himself with but with a few clicks and gears turning the vibranium hand unclenches a sigh of relief leaving his lips.

"Hi baby." His heart is still pounding, mind still racing as he remembers the reason he's in this predicament. Faces of those he's wrong, guilty he's the reason families mourn and children go without father's. Bucky opens his arms, wanting you close, wants the feeling of anxiety and guilt to go away.

Without hesitation you sink down next to him, finding a home between his arms, chest warm and comforting.

"It's alright Buck, I'm here." Lifting your head to face him, petting his hair as you press a soft kiss to his lips. His eyes are sad, glossy with unshed tears, chest irratic against your own. "I'm here."

A hand against his chest reminds him to breath, taking deep breaths out his nose to ease the burning chest. "You have to start waking me up when you move off the bed, don't like you sleeping out here by yourself."

"You look so peaceful, it would be a crime too."

A warm, soft hand glides up the bare skin of your inner thigh, skillful and unforgiving as it pushes deeper and deeper underneath the hem of the shirt. Bucky's eyes flicker to your own, sad and wild but also, filled with an aching hunger felt deep inside the pit of his stomach. The blues mixed with a sense of panic but layered with cloudy lust. "Wanna forget sweetheart."

The words mean nothing as a finger presses against the bundle of nerves covered by your panties, which momentarily surprises and makes your jump, warm lips press against the junction of where your neck and collar bone joint. "Help me forget?"

It's hard denying such a request especially feeling the cushioning of his bottom lip follow the line of your collar bone with wet, sloppy kisses. He's sucking at the skin, nibbling and paining it purple in his wake, fingers now running over the hem of the black, lace panties. His other hand reaches over, vibranium knotting into your hair, cupping the back of your head to angle your face towards his, it's not soft - rough and meaningful but just enough to make your heart pound and between your legs wet.

Longing eyes as he bites his swollen lips, staring at each other for an eternity - or that's what it feels like. The tension is high, his hardness heavy on your inner thigh as he moves closer, coolness of dog tags felt through the thin shirt, the contact hardening your nipples. Eyes dark are feral and when you dare look away - down at where he throbs against you, he harshly yanks at your hair. "Eyes on me, sweet girl. I still haven't gotten my answer yet."

"Yes, yes, yes." That's all he needs as a tongue wets the skin of your neck, a smooth trail of saliva making your neck his. Flesh hand reaches between, squeezing your tit softly, rubbing it through the shirt and feeling it harden.

Clearly frustrated, his fingers pull at the hem of the shirt with a growl, soon enough it's up and over thrown across the room with little regard. Hands squeeze every round piece of flesh, gentle but meaningful as lips bruise your skin.

His chest flushes against your own, now with heavy breaths for an entirely different reason. Frustrated hands find the barrier between his hand and your aching arousal, face mirroring the irritation because of it as two hands push into hem before shredding them with little regards.

You barely have time to gasp as his fingers fill you, smooth kisses presses against the line of your stomach as fingers slide out before curling up into the spot that makes you cry.

He's relentless, at first it's too much, trying to move up the bed from the source but he holds you still, grounds you underneath him until you're soaking his hand, whining out for him.

"More, more, please." At this point you don't know what you're begging for, something snaps inside you. Warm and filled with a tingle that numbs both legs but between his fingers which move in and out at an unforgiving pace you can't feel a thing.

It's impossible to form words as he hits a spot so deep you cry out.

"Look at you.." He teases but hard eyes are anything but playful, they're cruel and condescending and never leave your own. The way he talks is so filthy, degrading but love every word that falls from his mouth. "All dumb, can't even speak. Am I making you dumb, sweet girl?"

The words get stuck in your throat again, the feeling on his finger hit deeper and deeper as your mouth falls open in a silent scream. Eyes feel heavy, half way closing as walls flutter around his scissoring digits. "Gonna come for me, honey?"

"Mmmm!" Is all you can manage as a pair of teeth sink into your inner thigh, it doesn't break the skin but will leave a mark that will last days.

"Yes you are, look at you. I want it, give it to me." A tongue runs out to roll over the burning skin, soothing it with wet saliva and a few kisses as his fingers milk you through. "There it is, you're gorgeous, baby."

It happens so fast, white, hot pleasure that temporarily blinds you. A dark bliss with shaky thighs, they only thing that pulls you back is the feeling of lips against your inner thighs and clicking of plates and shifting of gears as cool vibranium pets your hair, skimming over your hair line. "You with me, bunny?"

A weak nod but that's all he needs before a long stride of his tongue catches a taste of your cum, squealing at the surprise and sensativity of post orgasm. "Bu- Buck -."

You can't form words once again and he can care less. He's ruthless, nibbling at the over-sensative bundle of nerves, licking and moaning with the slightest shift of his own hips

Hands fall to feel the smooth hair, stands a little longer on top fill into the gasps of your fingers, pulling harder- harder then you usually would but Bucky doesn't seem to mind.

"Buck - ugh!" The sounds are filthy, wet and sloppy as one particularly hard pull of hair muffles a moan that vibrates your whole lower half, legs start to shake as thighs tighten and cup his ears.

He's putting his all and everything into you, drunk on the feeling and taste as everything else in his broken mind disappears - he's tense, angry but only filled with thoughts of you, you, you.

For the second time within only minutes of each other you cum, Bucky doesn't dare move, taste every single drop he could manage before pulling away. Arousal smeared across his face as he sits on his knees between open legs using the back of his hand to wipe whatever he could manage.

The loud announcers of the soccer match on the television is the only sound next to the heavy breathing, breasts moving with every breath and Bucky can't look away. Metal fingers cool your nipple, squeezing and pinching as you let out a gasp and cower from the touch. The hand fingers your chin, clicking as it curls against the chin and pulling eyes to his open.

He doesn't bother with words, instead closes the gap between both of you. Taste of yourself tangy on lips, a strong tongue parting lips as the shift of hips has his cock kissing your opening. He tests the waters, pushing forward for the bulbous head runs up and down and up again to touch the bundle of nerves that makes you moan under his mercy.

Tears of frustration prickle eyes but his tongue continues to messily run over every part of your mouth - the roof, the tongue, sucking lips purple and swollen - he can't get enough. It's torturous but soft, lips are kind and caring and considerating on the distraction for the moment.

"You're so beautiful, how'd I get so lucky?." He sounds drunk whispering against your lips, slurring and slow as flesh fingers knot the back of your hair to bring you deeper into his lips. "Can't get enough of you."

"Buck, need you." Wether he hears the words or completely ignores them, his tongue rolls over your own, sharp teeth catching the fat of your lip as his hips tut into yours. He's throbbing against your inner thigh, pre-cum mixed with your own arousal soaking the skin.

The small hand goes unnoticed as it slips down his hard stomach, following the trail of hair that leads to him. His lips are too busy, messy and wet as they move against your own. A hand wraps around his hardness, momentarily separating where you two meet, a small gasp parting lips.

His eyes flutter close as you pump him, pressing soft, gentle kisses against his shoulder. The skin is hot, and still tastes salty from his dream but the whisper of your name under his breath has you reaching forward, fingers at the base of his neck to bring him to your own lips.

You take this time to squeeze and he groans, unaware of your true intensions to push him off, hands against his chest to apply a force that's enough to knock him into his back.

Pretty blue eyes with soft alabaster skin, which flushes compared to the disholved light pink blanket that's fabric tightens under his body weight but never leaves your face, well maybe a second to watch you straddle his thighs, rub your aching pussy against this heavy length.

He doesn't fight as you lift yourself up, rubbing the throbbing head against your folds before slipping into the warm, wet hole with a hiss.

"Jesus, sweetheart." He groans, every inch sending a shock of pleasure up his spine but also stretching you so good it's intoxicating. Drunk on him, the way blue eyes beg you for more, bites his lip and smirks seeing just how ruined you already look.

Finally he's snug, not an inch left to move but you're so warm he doesn't know if he wants to, so you decide to for him. Pressing a hand against his chest for support, giving him an experimental roll that receives a deep breath, "That's it."

"Look good like this." Cool metal squeezes your left breast with his admittance as your hips finally find their rhythm.

Bucky flesh hand follow the lines of your stomach, over the roundness of your breast grab ahold of the posterior aspect of your deltoid, the other cool one is digging dents into the skin of your hip as another skillful roll of your hips has his head rolling back onto the ground.

His mouth hangs open, soft praises filling the air.

You're so good to me.

That's it honey, feel so good.

Eyes squeezed shut as small, sloppy kisses are felt against his neck. A set of teeth digging into the skin and something snaps. A snarl with teeth, fangs on full display as he uses his hand placement as an advantage to turn the pair of you. He pulls out with a hiss, angry and red but the hand against your back guides you to lay on your stomach. With a gentle but meaningful push pressing your cheek to the floor and keeps it there, his other hand curling around your hips to pull them towards him.

Without a word he splits you open again, easing himself until you're a withering mess, under the mercy of his hand which keeps your head grounded, the surface of the floor cool on contrast with the skin of your cheek. He doesn't waste any time, pulling out before trusting so deep you feel him in your stomach.

It doesn't stop, over and over again. Every ounce of frustration is felt as he sheths every inch of himself inside you. Brutal, almost painful but clouds your mind, barely can speak as his hips snap against your own.

He's taking it out on you, so lost in his pleasure he's temperily blind from why this even started in the first place, all he can concentrate on his how good and right you feel, the sound of your arousal every time he trusts into you, the way his name falls from your lips.

A small ache starts to form from the repeated force on your ischial but it's burns so good as he continues to split you open.

"Fuck..." He moans, "So good, sweetheart."

His hips are faultering and slowly loosing rhythm as he hears his end, the vibranium fingers squeeze your ass before pulling away and coming down to hard you see black and feel the rush of blood to that area makes you dizzy.

It's a sharp, searing heat that fills your stomach. Under his mercy as he claims you his, teeth scrape but his lips follow behind to soothe. A hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you towards him but his hips never stop, he's filling you with a brutal pace as your back makes contact with his swollen chest.

The hand wraps around the front now, squeezing the tender area of your neck and you're a mess, feeling his other hand press down on the bundle of nerves that makes you squeal, begging for more.

Arousal coats your legs, thank God he's holding you up because they're shaking, unsteady as he bottoms out inside you again. The bulbous head stretching you to no return, he changed the angle by flexing an knee for more force and you're done for.

Teeth nipping your ear, down the sensative skin of your neck that's already covered with all his love bites, soothing them with the warm surface of his tongue. Heavy breathing in your ear all you could hear as all your other sense dull out, falling limp in his arms.

It's numbing the way the orgasm hits you, blinding and all you can feel is a red hot release that bubbles your chest, makes you cry out for him. All you can hear is a moan in your ear, the "Good girl," as Bucky nears his end.

Almost seconds later, hips still against your ass, pressing harshly as white spurts coat your walls and follow with a small kiss against your shoulder.

He's breathing heavy, slowly lowering both of you on the floor but doesn't dare pull out, instead pulls you close to his chest, sensative and twitching.

He's breathless, but looking over your shoulder to see the closed mouth smile with an appearance of a dimple. "Thank you, baby doll. Feel better already."

His tongue clicks at the imprint of his hand on your cheek, red and on fire but due to the post organism haze you barely felt it. The outline of his fingers starting to rise off the skin, it would be there for a while. "I'm sorry." An apologetic kiss touches your arm, follows a trail up and to your back, soft breath fans your neck, "I was too rough, took it out on you."

Sleepily shaking your head with a goofy grin, "Was good, like it."

A hand cups your head, lifting it front the hard floor to place a pillow there and gently placing it there. The other rubs soothing circular motions over your ass check, with a small frown.

"Bucky, it's okay. I'm fine."

"Don't like hurting you, was too rough." He argues, guilt creeping at his shoulders, weighing then down aa avoids eye contact.

"I liked it." Despite your sore extremities you turn to face him, one hand comes up to cup his cheek, rub the high globes of his face and vibranium soon follows to cover yours. "You were not too rough, in fact, wanna give me a matching one on the other side?"

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call-me-aesthetic · 3 years

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If Twisted Wonderland was an American Public School

WARNING: There are some slight sensitive topics that are featured in here! Reader discretion is advised!

Part 2 can be found here

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

- That one preppy girl who takes all honors and AP classes 😑

- Wants everyone to know that he’s becoming a doctor one day for his strict parents or he’ll dishonor the family

- Reminds the teacher about homework, knowing well that he’ll get slander for it

- Complains about how he got a 90 on his test or a B on his report card, a try hard much?

- Wears a cardigan with thicc but cute glasses since he’s one of those people with can’t see shit on the board so he has to move to the front of the class

Ace Trappola:

- The SoundCloud rapper, that’s it

- “Wanna listen to my mixtape? It’s pretty fire, my guy.” 😩🔥

- You will not miss him BLASTING out some song on his Bluetooth speaker, that shit be echoing through the hallways

- Tells you to stop what you’re doing only for him to either sing horribly or do a backflip, thinking that he’s so cool

- Wears a Supreme jacket with AirPods and waves on his head

Deuce Spade:

- Assuming that he’s still a delinquent, he’s that kid with the most fucked up school record

- Not much of a bully but will still talk shit to your face without caring, might even throw stuff at you during a lesson and you would be the one getting in trouble instead of him 🗿

- If he ever gets mad, it would be overdramatic like kicking the desks, punching the lockers, or walking out of the classroom unannounced and everyone would look at each other wondering wtf happened

- Covers the entire desks with drawings of skulls and those “s” if you know what I mean

- Wears Champion hoodies, wants you to know that he’s broke and rich at the same time

Trey Clover:

- The guy that’s not really popular but everyone knows him since he’s in all their classes

- Most people might have a crush on him because he’s REALLY nice 😳👉👈

- Gives off “older brother” vibes based on the way he looks and acts, like offering you a ride home if you beg ask nicely

- Secretly bakes creme brulee but doesn’t want to mess with the flow so he sticks to the status quo

- Wears the school’s hoodie just because he thinks it looks good on him, and the fact that he doesn’t know what else to wear

Cater Diamond:

- Hot Cheetos girl 🥵

- Has a whole buffet of food in his backpack and will not hesitate to eat them during a lesson, no sharing either sorry

- Excuses himself to the bathroom or full on skips class just to film a Tiktok

- Has about 100 followers on Instagram Magicam and brags about how he’s famous

- Wears a Thrasher hoodie with large hoop earrings and his hair in a bun

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

- The kid who flunked their freshman year that also sort of vibes with new classmates

- Always gets mistaken as a teacher by people since he looks and sounds old

- Knows the lessons but still fails them anyways, didn’t really give a damn either 🙄

- Captain of every sports club you can think of, never actually plays but has a lot of knowledge on them

- Wears the school’s letterman from years ago since it used to be his brother’s and that he’s too lazy to buy a new one

Ruggie Bucchi:

- That one kid who NEVER has money for the book fair or any other school event

- Always has to ask his classmates for some cash

- If he somehow does, then he’s one of those kids who buys Diary of the Wimpy Kid or the World Record books

- If he’s feeling cheap, he’ll buy the “cool stuff” like the chocolate scented calculator or fruit snacks 😭

- Wears oversized hoodies and basketball shorts that are clearly hand-me-downs

Jack Howl:

- That one athletic kid who’s both scary good and competitive when it comes to school games like football or soccer

- Literally the best player on his team and without him, they’re trash as hell 💀

- Tries his absolute best to support his teammates without yelling at them for how dumb they are

- “KICK THE FUCKING BALL! DO YOUR LEGS EVEN WORK?!”

- Wears the school’s jersey just to show off his “school spirit”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

- The kid who sell snacks for “charity” but everyone knows he’s keeping the money to himself

- If you don’t have cash or try to negotiate with him, the only thing he’ll do is raise the price up

- “What do you mean you don’t have ten bucks? I can see it in your pocket.”

- Just bring nothing with you, he’ll doing anything to steal your stuff 🤭

- Wears a collar shirt with a tie and khakis that have pockets to keep his glasses and money in

Jade Leech:

- The kid who puts on a goody two shoes facade but is actually a stoner

- Only does “safe” drugs like vape but occasionally smokes weed, mostly in the bathroom or behind the school 🌬

- Can play it off and hide the scent when he’s high, teachers never suspect anything from him

- No one really cares to stop him unless he gets caught or something idk

- Wears clothing that either makes him look like a businessman or a junky, there’s nothing in between

Floyd Leech:

- The kid that’s plays basketball or volleyball just because he’s hella tall, and is actually good at the sports but doesn’t put much effort into them

- Always stays behind after gym, even though the teacher tries to make him leave for his next class 😬

- “I swear after this one shot, I’ll go to class.” *He never made that shot*

- Will jump you no matter who or where you are, and will get angry if you step on his new shoes

- Wears the jersey of any famous team with the latest pair of Jordan sneakers

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

- VSCO girl at best, don’t lie to me now 🤡

- The only words he knows are “And I oop– sksksk.” and “Save the turtles.”

- Walks during a track meet while everyone else is running and sweating hard, the teacher doesn’t care either

- Doesn’t really do anything in gym but talks to his classmates and stands near the water fountain to refill his Hydro flask

- Wears tie dye shirts with cute scrunchies

Jamil Viper:

- That one quiet kid who everybody thinks is a serial killer but he’s actually not, I swear

- He just wants school to be over and spend the rest of his summer relaxing 😔

- Although he shouldn’t abuse his “power,” he‘ll move his hands in his pockets or backpack to make it look like he’s about to pull a weapon out.

- “Chill, I’m just grabbing a pencil.” *Everyone in the class started crying*

- Wears dark colored hoodies that intimidates people but are actually comfy

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

- The baddie popular girl 😌💅✨

- Arrives to school late with a Starbucks in hand from his local Target

- Fixes himself every 5 seconds like reapplying his lipgloss or spraying Bath and Body Works cherry blossom perfume

- Uses acrylic nails and long hair extensions as weapons during a cat fight

- Wears a crop top with ripped jeans and those clout sunglasses

Rook Hunt:

- That creepy guy in the hallways who tries to get your attention, even if you don’t know him

- Scares people when he says, “Ayo, where my hug at?” 🥶💯

- Uses at least 10 cans of Axe body spray a week after gym class, which stinks up the locker rooms

- Waves at you if he passes your class, even walking into the room just to say hi

- Wears literally anything but always include a hat

Epel Felmier:

- The artist girl who just wants to be alone 🧑‍🎨

- Purposely draws in front of you but pretends like you’re not looking

- If you complement him, he’ll just brush it off and proceeds to diss himself

- “Thanks but I’m not THAT good at drawing, teehee.” *Insert Radio Rebel face*

- Wears a hoodie or a cardigan with big pockets to put his art supplies in

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

- I don’t even need to tell you who he is, y’all already know ahaha 🥴

- Sneaks a whole PlayStation in his backpack so he can play with it during lunch

- Is on his phone 24/7 even in class to the point where teachers don’t care anymore

- Tries to get people into anime but only to little success

- Wears a shirt of any anime character or that damn ahegao hoodie, girl bye

Ortho Shroud:

- The nerdy kid who’s known for destroying others at many games

- Plays classics like D&D, Yugioh, Pokémon, the whole shabang

- Daily Beyblade battles during recess with everyone surrounding him, the menacing aura radiates off of him

- Will steal your things if you lose to him but gives it back a week later cuz he’s sweet 🥰

- Wears light up Sketchers shoes and those Minecraft shirts you find at Old Navy

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

- The theatre kid who also goes to band practice, change my mind 👁👄👁

- Takes his role seriously when it comes to school plays and concerts, even if he gets casted as a damn tree or doesn’t go solo

- Remembers the songs and their lyrics to any musical you name, a really good singer at that too

- Plays almost every instrument, you definitely know this since you can hear him down the hallways during a test

- Wears a white button up shirt, black pants with fancy dress shoes, and top it all off with a fricking Rolex watch

Lilia Vanrouge:

- The weird guy who pranks people and vandalizes school property in every way possible

- If you ever get a textbook with a message that tells you to go to a certain page only for you to found a picture of a dick, yeah that was him 😒

- When using a Chromebook, he’ll leave a tab open on YouTube so when the next person uses it, pray that your ears will still work by tomorrow

- During lunch, he is a literal DEMON that mixes milk with chicken nuggets together and having the audacity to eat it too

- Wears an oversized raincoat or a windbreaker but idk wtf kind of things he has hiding underneath

Silver:

- That guy in class who consumes Monster energy drinks and falls asleep 99% of the time but somehow manages to pass the class 🤷

- Whenever he’s awake, he’ll talk to the teachers since he’s basically friends with them for some reason

- Writes his name out of boredom on any desk you sit on but in different places, sometimes around the corners or the sides

- Has a sixth sense because he’ll wake up if you try to draw on his face and if you did get something on him, it’s on sight

- Wears those colorful hoodies that zips all the way up to cover his face with a matching backpack, it’s pretty cool ngl

Sebek Zigvolt:

- That kid who literally knows everything about historical wars and will show it off during class

- Also has knowledge on weaponry, which has people questioning him but he’s just very dedicated on serving his country and people

- Knows how to fight and defend himself from a bitch since he spent his summer at a military boot camp, put respect on my man’s name 😤

- Honestly a great partner for a group project, actually does the given work but not the whole thing for you

- Wears anything that has camo pattern and chunky combat boots

I only made this because me and my friends were talking about our school memories so yeah. This is based from my experience so they might not be exactly accurate. Might even be a part two if you want.

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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It’s Not Fair

Warnings: Monster, Double Penetration, Degradation (fem!reader x levi)

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: It’s his birthday and I want that good ol’ monster loving (also since it’s monster!levi, he doesnt keep the entire aspects of him, but it’ll be described!! Kinda similar to an overhaul monster one I did if youve seen that one) (also i went with fem because there was no gender specified but if youd like for a male, ill be happy to change the pronouns and everything else)

Leviathan is many things. He considers himself all his flaws first- all the horrible envy that makes his mouth fill with acid, the horrible anger that aches deep in his bones, the narrowed eyes that will sharpen into something more than just a man complaining how it isn’t fair. A man with slender hands that grow jagged and sharp, littered with scales that seem so impenetrable but has scratches from long ago etched deep into the dark scales. Leviathan is envy, eyes that fill with tears from some deep emotion, a sin so vile it has torn people apart, has lead to murder and everything worse than death.

He is someone who, at first glance, no one would fear. He is nothing more than an otaku. But he is everything more than just that. He is a sea serpent, something so monstrous in size that you can feel something worse than fear touch at your body. He is a leader. When he was holy and untouchable, he commanded angels, and now he is a Grand Admiral of The Hell’s Navy. he is someone to be feared.

And yet, when in something more sharp than his usual form, fear is muddled between a different emotion. You suspect you can blame another particular brother for this sudden arousal at seeing Leviathan stand tall, teeth sharp and glinting under the fluorescent light of an office. His tongue peeks out and wets his lips and you aren't surprised at the forked muscle that peeks out, shining in thick saliva, split and eyes that shine with something that you’ve only seen a few times.

He calls your name and you can feel your cunt clench, arousal already seeping past your warm folds. His nostrils flare and his hands clench- you realize with a hitch of your breath that they are clawed, his usually dark painted nails are extended. “I can smell you from here.” A shiver runs through your body and bumps prick your skin. “You can leave.” You smile softly that he still gives you a choice. He is a monster filled with something sweet.

“I don’t want to.” You step forward and can feel the slick drip to your underwear. “It’s your birthday, right?” He gives you a curt nod. “Well,” you whisper, your breath hot and mind slowly clouded over by lust, “happy birthday.”

The objects on his desk are pushed and scattered onto the floor. The metal objects clang painfully onto the ground, the papers rip and tear with just a meet of his claws and there’s a thin, clean line of where his hand waved across the desk.

It happens so fast, so quick that you’re left bare on his desk. Your back against the cold wood, clothes scattered and you can only stare up at the demon above you. Horns spiraling into the air, taininted in something that smells like the ocean. Your legs are spread, cunt aching and pulsing as your arousal seeps past your entrance, coating you in a thin, sticky fluid. If not for the lust that fuels your body more than your mind, you would have worried that someone would walk in.

His tongue is circling around you, thick and ridged at the sides, pushing past your leaking sex, and filling you with something pronounced that makes your body go stiff. Long and slimy, you are able to feel the saliva that drips from mouth latch onto his chin, his face pressed close to your sex, nose bumping against your clitorisis, in a teasing motion. The thick muscle is deep inside of you, filling your soft, gummy walls. The slit muscle rubs against everything so well, pushing past the aching walls, touching against your cervix. You squirm, a hand grabbing at your chest, pinching a budding nipple between your fingers harshly that you wince. The other hand goes to grab at his horn, the coral-like bone that pierced through him when he fell from grace. You hold the horn tight in your hands, the scattered pieces that push outwards dig into your palm and he groans against your sex. Something wet and warm slicks at your hand and you gasp sharply, closing your lips and whimpering behind your clenched teeth. It aches and the heat that coils inside of you, the pushing mass of muscle that makes you spill in arousal and spit slides down your cunt and pools onto the desk.

You whisper his name, using the horn to pull him close to you. “Leviathan,” you hiss, your legs kicking upwards in the air in an intense aching sensation. “‘S too much,” you whine. You rub your cunt against his face, a lewd moan escaping past your lips and your lower half clenches.

He pulls his tongue out quickly and your body jumps in the air at the sudden loss of fullness. He stands tall, body slowly creeping with scales, his tail out and it’s longer than it usually is- thicker and laying heavily on the floor. His hand holds you roughly by the face, the points of his nail touching at your skin and your face is squished, the fat of your cheeks providing little comfort from the rough touch of the third eldest. Your lips are puckered and your face is burning with a release that was stolen from you.

“You’re going to take everything I give you,” he hisses, chin wet with your arousal. “Do you understand me? You’re going to be a good, little slut and spread those legs for me. I’m going to fuck you until I’m spent.” His words are becoming darker, something you rarely hear from him and he holds you tight by the face. “I’m going to fuck you, do you understand?” Your cunt throbs for him and arousal shoots to your core, wanting to have him claim what is his. “I said-” his nails dig further into you and you make a noise of pain- “do you understand?”

You nod to your best ability. “Yes, sir.” Your words are slurred together, the ‘s’ a shushing noise that makes him smile in a cruel way.

Leviathan is a shut-in but he is still the third eldest brother. He is imposing, serpent-like and pushing you down. You stare up at the ceiling, the room illuminated by bright, white light that makes you close your eyes. You can feel his hands paw at your body, grabbing and touching at your exposed skin. You shiver under his cold hands that grip at your breasts, palming at your hardened nipples. He roams your body as if he owned it, letting his touch linger and fingers play along your tender self.

Your entrance leaks with heavy arousal that slides past your folds. You can feel something hard press against your thigh, jerking in motion, the hard feeling separating and something sticky spreading itself against your thigh.

“Both?” You ask in a breathless voice, swallowing the thickness in your throat. “I- I don’t-”

“I know you can.” He leans close to your face, breath hot as he nuzzles against your neck. Your pulse speeds in pace, blood pumping in your ears. Your heart beats against your chest, echoing loudly, the pulse point in your throbbing where his lips press against you, puckered softly in a lasting kiss. “You’re going to be the good girl I know you are and you’re going to take both of them so well for me.” he pulls away and he looks down at you, lips turned into a soft smile, the innocence of it ruined by the vulgar look on his face.

You lie on the wooden desk, lowered and pressed flat against it. He looms above you, a swarm of butterflies that flutter in your stomach in an angry storm. The heat inside of your body rises, fueled by lust and fear, the serpent rises above you, his tongue spilling out, curling at tip. It’s drenched in spit, gossamer strands that connect it between the two split ends. His hand covers your face entirely, fingers sliding into your hair and scratching at your scalp as he tugs on the hair. Your neck aches, head turned to the side, as his cocks stretch your aching holes. It’s a pain that blinds you, that makes you scream in his name in broken cry, grabbing at the arm and scratching your nails down the scaled covered limb. You whine and buck your hips and he shushes you, his tail wrapping around your throat, lifting your head and sliding underneath your neck. The tail, scaled and dry slides down your spine, curving your body into a soft arch and the comfort of the desk leaves you. You are lifted into the air, his cocks inside of you. The swirled tips pushed inside and rubbing inside of you in a spiral that makes your mouth open and have a drool pool in your mouth.

His hands, clawed and scaled, large and heavy cradle your smaller body. Holding you above the floor as an offering to himself as he pushes himself deeper into your body. His tail tightens and the tip of it slides it’s way onto your torso, the scales kissing his bent knuckles, the tip of it sliding to your jaw and entering your mouth.

Leviathan howls in pleasure, pressed close to you, a cock inside of you jerking sporadically, until you can feel thick ropes of semen drip out of your body. The loud clicking noises that fill the room echoes in your ears. He grunts and pants, spit dripping from his mouth and onto your stretched stomach.

“I’m gonna fill your cunt,” he breathes out, eyes drenched in hunger and want. “I’m gonna release my load into your cunt. You’re gonna be nothing more than a cumdumpster for some fucking nerd.” He laughs wildly, teeth sharp and eyes crazed. “But that’s what you want, huh?” You cunt aches and he moves so quick and determined to find his own high that you can’t do much but be used a sex toy for him. “You should see your dumb, little face-” he sticks his cock deep inside of you, the both of them erected despite one of them spilling inside of you- “all fucked out.” He breathes sharply and pushes his tail deeper into your mouth until you gag around it, tears pricking at your eyes and body going rigid.

Your sex wraps around him tightly, the two cocks in your cunt stretching your rim past what you’re used to. It aches, pleasurable and painful all at once, a kiss by the serpent himself, something that bites and digs its fangs deep into you. His touch is addictive, unholy, a wickedness that spread across you as the monster claims you as his own- as Leviathan holds onto you with hands that are unrelenting. His tail is deep in your mouth, your moans muffled by the appendage in your mouth, singing to him, only to be quieted.

He’s unforgiving in his pace, taking his brother’s sin and using you for his own selfish desires, taking the warm, soft walls that wrap around his cock so nicely, using you as a personal toy as you arch below him, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth, and dripping past your jaw. You are a mess. You are a mess because of him, mind slipping with only pleasure and the ache in your lower stomach piling over The coils burn hot, your body aching for an inch of release given to you by the demon who holds you with large, clawed hands that scratch at your skin. He can feel your approaching release, your eyes that water and stare at the ceiling above. You are curved on him, a fallen angel that is tainted by Envy.

Your teeth are a small pressure against his scales, nothing in comparison to what he has felt before but all in the same, it’s lovely, a pressure so welcomed, so new and loved, that, he holds you close. He slips his tail out and curls it around your body, kisses at your neck and moans your name when you’re pressed against his chest.

Wet, gummy walls tighten around him, pulling him close and you moan his name, clawing at his skin, your nails nothing more than a simple itch as you release against him. You moan and cry, blubber his name on your tongue while you spasm around his cock, calling for him to never stop. He releases inside of you, flooding out immediately, so desperate to bite into your shoulder, but fearing the blood that will seep into his mouth and stain his being in something greater than sin. He holds you close and feels the thick cream slide out of you.

He’s gentle when laying you back down, slipping his cocks out of your abused bunt that he stares at with growing shame. He has ruined you, corrupted you with Envy- with himself. He kisses your navel, your sex a strong scent. You lay on the desk, thick discharge spilling your core, mixed with your own sweeter one. You close your eyes, trying to will yourself to stand and collect the clothes that were torn from your body.

You can hear a soft curse and hands dance over your body in a frantic motion, fluttering around your heated body and pushing your legs. You whimper at the touch, furrowing your brows and relaxing once you return to your original position. A warm touch replaces the empty feeling in your body and you are pulled close, leaning your forehead against a chest. You can feel your body wrapped around something warm, something scented of the ocean and summer love.

Leviathan is many things. He is a man who enjoys anime, who collects figures and any other type of merch available. He is someone who collects and loves what he does. He knows who he is. He is an otaku. He is someone who brings you to his room to lie on a worn futon that acts as a bed for when you spend the night. Leviathan is someone who cries at the climax of a show and holds you hand tight. Someone who loves to talk about his interests and hear you talk. Leviathan is sin, something so grotesque and magnificent that you can’t help but become speechless when he sits beside you. Someone with fair skin, eyes like a forming sunset that shine with something that you can’t describe. Someone with teeth so sharp that a simple press pierces through your delicate skin and lets your blood prick at your body. He is everything that should be hated, everything so beautiful and lovely that you can’t help but feel an envy when he approaches another.

Leviathan carries you, covering you in a thick jacket, your hands clenching feebly at the shirt that he wears, now crinkled. He holds you close to him, looks ahead and refuses to meet the eyes of the ground that he’s grown so accustomed to over the past years. He holds you close in his arms, pushing you towards his chest. His hands cradle your weakened body and he stops. You look up at him through tired eyes, lids heavy with exhaustion. Above you, he looks at you with a worried face, worry biting at his lips and the light that glows behind him creates a halo around his head, the light illuminating the purple into something so much more. His lips kiss at your forehead, a confession that he will never be able to say out loud, never a true confession, but always something so close to it. Envious of all that you are able to give him and something that he cannot provide back to you, he kisses your skin.

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bowandcurtsey · 3 years

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Can I request a Asta x Reader x Liebe? The reader is the princess of the Liones Kingdom and Elizabeth Liones twin sister though they are fraternal twins. They are traveling with the seven deadly sins but something happens and teleports the reader to the black clover world. They meet asta and the black bulls when wandering around the base and realize that she has no idea where she is and not a spy once Yami uses to his ki to realize she is saying the truth. She is offered shelter there and becomes a member of the black bulls and amazes them with her magic ( she is cursed like Elizabeth but only since she defended Elizabeth back then not because she loved meliodas) and tells them of her being a princess, traveling with the seven deadly sins, the Demon race being free ( which horrifies them) and more. Soon though asta catches feelings for the young girl and soon once she meets liebe he starts to like her as well. You can do more with this scenario but if you can you make it a Oneshot? Can you please tag me when you post this request?

Hello Serena!! @serenathewolf2

It's my first time doing cross over fics! but nevertheless I will try this :) But I'm amazed with your creativity and ideas, hehe you should definitely try writing!!

But anyway, here goes!

Asta & Liebe x f! reader

Your eyelids flutter as you jolted awake. You sat up and looked around you. Brick walls surrounded you with only a window on one of them. You were in a room, the wooden floors creaked a little as you slowly wobbled to the window. All you could see was a vast forest. The skies seemed different, this place was seemingly quiet expect for the sound of your racing heartbeat. You had no idea where you are at all. Are you still in Liones?

"Who are you." A cold and deep steely voice that sent shivers down your spine called from behind you. You didn't even sense his presence at all. Damn, he was good.

You slowly turned around, like a deer caught in the headlights and saw a tall muscular man with raven hair. There was a cigarette in his mouth, and he was dressed in a white singlet and long pants. Was he your kidnapper?

"I'm y/n Liones." you said with confidence, although you were shaking in your boots, you did not want to show your enemy your fear.

"what are you doing in my home?" he raised an eyebrow, "are you a thief?"

Thief? "Excuse me? I'm the princess of Liones, do you think I would be a thief? And I have no idea how I got here." somehow, you could just sense that this person did not bring any malice.

"As far as I know there's no place named Liones here princess," he said the last word with sarcasm, "you better quickly explain yourself."

"W-where is this place..?" you spoke carefully, suddenly realising you were in a foreign land.

"The borders of Clover kingdom," he took a drag from his cigarette, "are you a spy from the Spade kingdom?"

"What Clover and Spade? I'm from Britannia!" you exclaimed, wishing this was all just a weird dream.

The man studied you a little, and he seemed to believe your words. "Follow me."

-----

He brought you out of the huge mansion that you were wandering about and he passed you a broom. "Can you fly?"

You stared at him as you spread your wings, "Yes, but the broom is for?"

The cigarette in his mouth almost dropped. "Are you from the fairy race or somethin?"

"I am goddess. And it's called a clan." you corrected him. "Fairies have different kind of wings," it was your turn to raise your brows at him.

"Okay. Follow me." he got onto the broom and flew off. You stood there dumbfounded for a moment, realising this was how people here travelled. You followed him to a huge castle.

There was a tall man in a royal robe. He had short blonde hair, with a special mark on his forehead. His eyes widened when he saw you and your wings.

"oi old man," The muscular man spoke to him, "you might want to see what I found at my base. Her ki's kinda weird, but it doesn't seem that she's bad."

What's ki?

The man in the royal robe looked at you with a friendly face and his eyes started to sparkle as the raven haired man explained everything that happened earlier on.

"Hi, my name is Julius," he extended a hand to you with a smile on his face, "I'm the wizard king of the clover kingdom."

He spoke again as you took his hand, "do you mind if my subordinate here, Marx, reads your memory a little? So that we could help you understand you situation? I promise we mean no harm~"

You looked at the Wizard king, all sparkly eyed, without a single trace of ill-will and you decided to take a leap of faith and trust him.

---

So you were teleported to this world.. but how? You wondered as you followed Yami, the man muscular man from earlier, back to the 'base'. That Marx guy was good, he could even read into your subconscious memory.

You bumped into Yami while in a daze. "We're here."

"HEYO!!" You were greeted with loud shouts and a group of people that you soon learnt to be the members of the Black Bulls.

"YO!" A white haired boy extended his left hand toward you, "My name's Asta! Your room is next to mine, if you need anything, do holler for me!"

"Thank you," you saw that his right hand was black, so you shook his left hand. Everyone here seemed friendly and nice. They were all excited about your back story, so you sat and told your story in Liones, as Charmy prepared a scrumptious dinner for you.

Every one was in awe of your healing powers and your wings. Especially Asta, who was so fascinated about your stories with the seven deadly sins and your sister. He would ask questions from time to time and was always impressed and excited to hear the next part of your story.

Soon, it was time to hit the sacks and Asta walked you to your room.

"Princess y/n!" he beamed at you before you both went back into your rooms, "let's be friends from now on!"

Your heart stopped in his tracks awhile. It was the first time someone addressed you as your title since you came here. You were extremely frightened when you came here earlier, but now that you met Asta, you seem to feel at ease. You just had this feeling in your gut that Asta was a really nice and kind person and his powers seem... unlimited, although you couldn't sense a single trace of mana from him, unlike the rest.

-----

As days passed, you spent a lot of time with Asta, he showed you around the base and brought you out to the village to get some necessities.

Many people were looking at you as you walked in the village. They must have gotten hold of the news that a strange girl was here in the Clover kingdom. Some tossed you weird looks and many were just whispering around you.

"Ignore them," Asta grinned at you.

The gentleman helped you to carry all your shoppings back. As Asta stood on his sword, you tugged onto his hand, "Asta, could I just ride with you? I... don't want to use my wings." you looked at the people around you that were staring.

Asta agreed. You held onto him as he whizzed you back to the base.

"You don't have to worry about showing your true self y/n!" Asta broke the silence, "you don't have to care what others think about you. Eventually the gossip will die down."

"Thank you." you said quietly, appreciative of this newfound friend that you made.

-----

You spent your days training with Asta and going on mission with the bulls.

Asta always took care of you, making sure you were safe and had what you needed.

When you were hungry, Asta brought you snacks. When you were cold, he brought you clothes. When you were tired, he piggybacked you home.

It just seemed natural that you fell for this boy. He was soft whenever you were stubborn and he was bright whenever you were down. He was like a ray of sunshine that made you feel warmth and filled with hope everyday.

"It isn't such a bad thing if you never get to go back y'know y/n.." he said one day as you both were stargazing. "You could just stay here, and be with me- I mean us!" he quickly corrected himself, a little hint of pink on his cheeks.

"Asta, I've been meaning to ask you," you spoke quietly, "what happened to your right hand?"

"oh this?" he raised his right hand to the skies, "it belongs to my devil, Liebe. We sort of made a deal. Liebe, come out and say hi to y'n!"

Asta's right arm disappeared, and another boy with white hair like liebe appeared. He was indeed as what Asta described, a devil.

But this Devil seemed to hold no malevolence, "sup." he said cooly, lying on the grass patch beside Asta.

You sat down and looked at the both of them. You raised an eyebrow, "I've told you all of my stories of my adventures in Britannia, and yet you never told me about this?!"

"You're a princess from the fairytales while we're dark and devils, of course Asta didn't want to scare you." Liebe spat.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Didn't I tell you? Meliodas is the demon king! When he's in his demon form, he's more terrifying looking than you are!" you glared at Liebe.

"heh. have you seen Asta in Demon form? How would you know?"

You and Liebe started to bicker.

"Now now..." Asta sat between the two of you, trying to calm the two of you down with a sheepish grin on his face, "let's be nice shall we?"

"Anyway," you explained yourself again, " I do not care if you're a devil, demon, angel or whatever, if you're my friend then we're friends."

Liebe and Asta looked at each other before looking at you, giving you a smile.

"Let's all hang out together from now, Liebe, you don't have to hide in Asta!"

"I wasn't hiding, you brat!" Liebe exclaimed.

-end-

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edens-breathless-melodies-moved · 4 years

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words: 4.6k

pairing: incubus!mattsun/makki x f!reader

prompt: threesome

warnings: threesome, double penetration, daddy kink, sir kink, oral (male receiving), anal penetration, dirty talk, reader getting her shit rocked by two hot demons lmaoo, special twist at the end

summary: going to the bar this frequently usually means you’re looking for trouble. but what do you do when the trouble comes to you instead, and instead of just one problem, it’s two?

the lights in the club were nearly overwhelming, the bass from the music thudding heavily through your blood and pounding in your ears.

the lights cast shadows over everything and the walls seemed as if they were pulsing with the music. different shades of blues, purples, and reds made your skin glow almost ethereally, the white dress that clung to your figure looking downright sinful as it practically glows under the lights.

(e/c) eyes lazily scan the dance floor, deep wine colored lips wrapped around your straw suggestively as you finish your third glass of rum and coke.

although the club was lively, bodies grinding against one another in a drunken and lust-filled frenzy, it becomes boring after a while.

you needed something exciting, something new. something that would get your heart thudding in your chest and your lungs gasping for air. you were tired of this same old, tepid pace.

so when your eyes trailed lazily back to the bar and immediately connected with not one, but two pairs of eyes that were already locked on your figure, a bolt of electricity shot down your spine. maybe you had spoken too soon.

a small flirtatious smile made it’s way onto your wine-colored lips when neither men broke eye contact with you as you caught them staring. instead, they both chose to shoot you their own smiles back.

even from across the bar you could tell they were tall, easily towering over the people that surrounded them. the man on the left with the dark curly hair and sleepy eyes was taller than his light-haired companion with the cheeky grin to his right.

sleepy eyes’ grin was small and lazy, more of a smirk than anything. his dark hooded eyes roamed over your body, and the intensity behind those orbs made you feel as if he were undressing you right where you stood.

your thighs clench unconsciously, and sleepy eyes’ grin only grows wider, as if he knew the effect he already had on you.

trying to cool your flustered expression, you trail your eyes over to the man on his right. any hopes of fighting off the blush on your cheeks went down the drain the moment you locked eyes with his companion.

piercing eyes captivate yours, and you feel like you’ve suddenly been put underneath a spell. his eyes hold yours and you feel the room melt away, as if it were just the two of you alone.

plush lips part to swipe a tongue that changes colors under the lights across dry lips, and you barely hold back a whimper when you catch a glint of metal before it disappears back into his mouth.

unable to hold the intense eye contact any longer, you rip your gaze away from the man and settle it back on your empty drink, head tilted towards the floor as you struggle to regain your footing.

when you said you were waiting for something exciting and new to pop up, you didn’t necessarily mean for it to come in the form of two incredibly attractive strangers who you seemed to pique their interest from across the bar.

but you’re most definitely not complaining.

you shuddered as you recalled the way their eyes roamed over your body as if you were already undressed, greedily taking in the way your body curved and flowed.

there was a hint of familiarity in their gaze as well, as if they’ve seen your body before, devoured it before laying their eyes on you for the first time tonight.

not realizing how deep into your thoughts you were, you gasped in surprise when suddenly a warm hand came into your view, calloused fingers gently gripping your chin to force you to look up from your empty glass.

heat rushed through your body when your eyes connected with a sleepy pair, hooded lids barely containing amusement and a hint of lust behind swirling irises.

the tall man bends over to bring himself down to your height, lips brushing against your ear so you can hear him over the pounding music, and you think you imagine the feeling of cool metal against your skin.

“why such a concentrated look, cutie?” he rumbles into your ear, and if rough sex could have a voice it would definitely belong to this man. his voice is velvety, deep, and slightly raspy at the ends, like smoke curling past someone’s lips after they’ve taken a drag.

his scent invades your nose, cedarwood and hints of leather intoxicating your senses, and you have to refrain yourself from leaning your body into his.

instead, you lean back to level your gaze with his, lazily crossing your arms with a small smile curling your painted lips.

“just wishing i had another drink in me.” you purred, enjoying the way his eyes trail down to your exposed cleavage before trailing their way back up to your eyes, not forgetting to gaze at your lips while he was at it.

he chuckled as he ran a large hand through his inky curls, and you absentmindedly wondered what they would feel like under your fingers as you tugged on them.

“well, pretty thing,” he leered at you, one corner of his lips curling up into a half smile and it was at this moment that you realized that you hadn’t imagined the feeling of metal.

a thin ring was settled right in the middle of his plump bottom lip, and you couldn’t help but gulp when you watched his skin stretch even tighter around the piercing when his smile grew.

“i think i can fix that.”

just as you’re about to say your thanks, another large and warm hand shoots out to grab your wrist, and you nearly break your neck when you whip to your side to see who would be so bold as to just grab you out of nowhere.

the venomous retort on your tongue dies when you lock eyes with a familiar pair of intense orbs. a small blush fills your cheeks as light hair brings your hand up to press a kiss to your knuckles, cheeky smile never leaving his lips.

without saying a word, he gently tugs you to your feet and jerks his chin in the direction of the dance floor. he wanted to dance with you.

you shift your gaze back to sleepy eyes for some assistance with his friend, but all he does is give you that same half-smile before shooing you away, turning to the bar to order your drink.

seeing as he was going to be no help, you allow the other man to drag you to the middle of the dance floor, secretly relishing in the way his large hands grip your waist and pull you onto his crotch as you grind and sway to the music.

getting a cheeky idea, you twist in his hold, now facing his chest as his hands never leave your waist. he cocks a thin eyebrow at you, a small smirk curling his lips as you smile up innocently at him.

swaying your hips to the music, you slide your hands up and around his neck, lightly scratching the base of his hairline as you bite your lip and give him a flirtatious wink. you giggle as you feel the slight groan that leaves his lips rather than hear it.

the smirk on his lips could only be described as devilish when he removes a hand from your waist to trail it up your body, lightly groping your breast before settling on the nape of your neck, eyes narrowing at the soft moan you released when he gave you a gentle squeeze.

the prominent feeling of his hard cock grinding against you through your dress already has your panties growing damp, but you couldn’t feel bothered to care.

he released your throat to bring his fingers up to cup your cheek, and his eyes darken when you slip his thumb into your mouth and suck when he goes to brush against your lips.

your body feels as if you’ve been put under a spell as you stare into his eyes. your only mission is to please this man and his partner by any means necessary.

another groan rumbles from his chest when you swirl your tongue around his digit before pulling off of it with a pop, and light hair is quick to wrap his hand around your neck and pull you close.

his breath is sweet with the faint stench of alcohol, no doubt from what he was drinking earlier.

a whimper escapes you when he pulls you even closer, running his nose along your jaw before settling his lips by your ear.

“you like playing with fire, pretty girl? cause it seems to me like you’re in the mood to get burned.” he growls into your ear, voice low and smooth like silk.

your panties are undoubtedly drenched by now when he finally pulls you into a searing kiss, cock still grinding against your aching core as you tighten your grip on his neck.

his kiss is dominant and demanding, eager tongue plunging into your mouth, and your delighted when you feel the distinct metal of his tongue piercing drag along your own muscle.

you continue making out with the ridiculously hot stranger before pulling away with a gasp as another body comes up behind you, sandwiching you in the middle.

you moan lightly when another hard cock is ground against your ass, ring adorned fingers coming up to wrap around your throat and tilt your head back until your heady gaze is met with those lustfully hooded eyes again.

“well now isn’t this a sweet treat,” sleepy eyes muses as you whine and grind against his cock, already helpless and they’ve haven’t done a single thing to you.

“what a naughty little thing, letting two strangers grind against your body and touch on you like this.” he continues, eyes leaving yours to meet with his partners across your head.

you can’t see the grin light hair shoots his friend but you can definitely feel a pair of nimble fingers disappear under your dress, lightly stroking your soaking core before teasing your clit.

sleepy eyes grins darkly at the sight of your eyes widening in shock, cute brows immediately furrowing as you moan softly at the pleasure, hips grinding onto the two fingers.

the whine you let out when light hair pulls his fingers away almost makes him feel bad, but the sight of your shocked expression when he offers his fingers to his partner to taste your slick makes up for it.

sleepy eyes takes his fingers into his mouth, groaning at your essence as he laps it off of his partners digits, shooting him a small wink at the slightly flustered expression on his face.

turning his gaze back to you, he grins wolfishly before bringing his lips down to your ear again. “let’s introduce ourselves, hm? that way you know who’s names your gonna be screaming by the end of tonight.”

you nod dumbly at his words, still dazed by his previous ministrations, thighs clenching as he releases his hold on your neck and angles your head to look at the man across from you.

“my name’s hanamaki takahiro, sweetheart.” hanamaki winks at you, trailing his still wet finger across his lips before flicking out his tongue to swipe across the flesh, watching how your eyes stay trained on his piercing.

sleepy eyes grinds his cock against your ass again, pulling a whimper from you as he rumbles his name into your ear.

“and i’m matsukawa issei, pretty thing.” he groans into your ear as you grind your ass back against him, his hold on your waist just under hanamaki’s grip tightening.

“i’m (y/n),” you reply breathlessly, flushing under the cute smile hanamaki sends your way, lips barely brushing as he dips head close to yours.

“a pretty name for a pretty girl.” he murmurs softly before pressing a quick peck to your lips, laughing slightly when you try to chase him as he pulls away.

the two men lock eyes above your head before hanamaki drops his hands from your waist and matsukawa spins you around so your facing him.

you crane your neck up to meet his eyes, and you can’t repress the startled gasp when you see his dark irises have been replaced by a glowing purple, nearly the same shade as the lights bouncing off of you from above.

your heart is pounding in your chest when hanamaki joins him on your right side, expressive eyes narrowed in lust as his irises have also been replaced by the same purple in matsukawa’s.

your body feels like it’s locked in place, the urge to tear your eyes away from their gaze practically nonexistent. you should feel scared, terrified of these men who clearly aren’t human, yet you can’t find yourself willing to part from them.

they both smile fanged smiles when they realize you aren’t running from them, already caught in their trap. matsukawa tugs you closer as hanamaki brings a soft hand up to cup your cheek.

“why don’t you come home with us, pretty girl?” hanamaki coos at you, bright eyes swirling with lust and mischief.

“we’ll take good care of you, scouts honor.” matsukawa can’t hold back his snort at makki’s words, muttering “scouts honor my ass” under his breath which hanamaki snickers at.

you can’t help the nervous shiver down your spine, the daunting task of taking on these two men men? suddenly presenting itself to you.

“but i’ve never... been with... two before…” you trail off weakly, and both men have to repress the urge to just rip off your clothes and take you there when you gaze up at them with those glassy doe eyes.

“don’t you worry your pretty little head, gorgeous.” matsukawa reassures you, giving your waist a comforting squeeze. “we’ll walk you through it and make sure you enjoy yourself tonight. what do you say?”

you miss the sinister looks in their eyes as you nod your head yes. you had no idea what you just agreed to.

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“issei!” you moan out, eyes clenched shut as you pressed your face further into the mattress, fists clenching the wrinkled sheets until your knuckles turned white.

a swift spank rang across your ass cheek, forcing another choked moan from your lips as mattsun kneads your flesh, appreciating the way your skin looks all marked up and red.

“that’s the wrong name, baby girl.” he tuts out disappointedly, grinning wickedly as he adds a second thick finger into your tight ass, slowly easing it in before spreading them apart.

a cute squeal leaves your flush lips at the burning stretch, head coming up as tears of pain and pleasure sting your eyes.

“daddy~!”

“there we fucking go.” mattsun groans out, pumping his fingers steadily into you, hungry eyes never leaving the delicious way your back arches as he crooks and twists his fingers around inside you.

you could barely focus on the words leaving his mouth, cute little cunt clenching around nothing as he further stretched your ass

“we wanna make sure you’re nice and prepared for us, pretty thing.” you remember makki whispering to you as they shedded your clothes the moment they got you into their bedroom.

speaking of makki, a black and thin tail trailed the edge of your jaw, spade-tipped end coming to rest under your chin and force your hazy gaze upwards.

(e/c) eyes met a smiling pair of glowing purple, makki’s pink hair glowing under the dim bedroom light as he smiled down on you, his curled horns glinting dimly in the light.

“she looks so fucked out, issei. whatever you’re doing, keep doing it.” makki coos out, smirking when he brings up a palm to your face and you lean into it, moaning even louder as mattsun continues preparing your ass for later.

but stretching your ass out wasn’t makki’s concern, though you did look adorable all close eyed and flushed. right now, makki was more concerned with how your plush lips would feel on his throbbing cock.

feeling something hot and wet nudge your lips, you open your eyes to be greeted with makki’s throbbing length. you drooled at the sight of it. both of these men had been blessed in the cock department, but what exactly do you expect when you’re fucking a incubus?

makki’s length was long and thick, flushed red tip steadily leaking precum, and you could see his pulse in the long vein that ran on the side of it. you can only imagine what it’d feel like inside of you.

as if reading your mind, makki smiles down at your awed expression, kneeling in front of you as he lightly taps his leaking tip against your lips. “open up pretty girl, the faster you suck my cock the faster i can split that pretty pussy apart.”

he laughed at the desperate whine you let out, tapping his tip against your parted lips again. “what do you say about that?”

you flush as you press a quick kiss to his tip, shyly dragging your tongue across the slit to avoid answering his question. a hiss rang from makki before he grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged, causing to to yelp.

mattsun took that opportunity to squeeze in a third finger, relishing in the way you tightened around his digits in pain and pleasure. you were gonna feel heavenly around his cock, no pun intended.

(yeah it was.)

makki jerked your head around again when you took too long to answer him, glowing eyes looking down on you harshly as you cried out.

“answer me when i’m talking to you, (y/n), or i might not play so fucking nice with you next time.” he growled out.

your heart jumped at the idea of a next time, but you pushed that to the back of your mind, swallowing your pride as you shyly looked into his eyes, embarrassed.

“i like the sound of that…” you murmured out quietly, quickly averting your eyes as you hoped that would be enough to appease him.

makki’s eyes hardened as he slapped his cock roughly against your cheek, causing you to squeal. “you like the sound of that, what?” his cold tone made you realize his patience was wearing thin.

“i like the sound of that, sir!” you whimpered out, and you relaxed when the harsh look in his eyes was replaced with that soft satisfied look again.

“there we go, sweetheart. that wasn’t so hard, was it?” you bit back a whimper as he slowly dragged his tip across your lips, lightly nudging them further apart as you panted from mattsun’s fingers in your ass.

without warning, makki thrusted his cock past your lips, filling your mouth quickly as mattsun slammed particularly hard into you.

you choked on his cock as you squealed, eyes rolling back into your head as both men began a fast pace, rocking themselves in and out of your body as you laid there and took it.

“fuck, pretty girl, your mouth feels really - shit! good!” makki panted out, gripping your head firmly as he fucked himself further down your throat.

you gagged around his thick length as he pushed further into your throat, and he let out a loud moan when you swallowed around him reflexively.

“shit!” he groaned, and one of his hands left your hair to lightly grip your throat, feeling it bulge from his cock. “fuck, babygirl, do that again! issei, you gotta feel this.”

mattsun’s unoccupied hand came up to rest against your throat just as you swallowed around makki’s length again. both men let out a moan at the feeling, and mattsun pulled his fingers from your entrance, causing you to whine.

“don’t worry pretty girl, you won’t be empty for long.” before you could process his words, you felt the fat head of mattsun’s cock press against your asshole, slicked up with lube as he pushes in, hands spreading your ass cheeks apart.

you force yourself off of makki’s cock as you grip his thighs tightly, nails digging into his flesh as you cry at the feeling of mattsun splitting your ass in two.

makki lowers himself onto the bed as he cups your face, cooing to you softly as he gently wipes away the fat tears rolling down your cheeks with his thumb.

“fuck she’s tight.” mattsun swears as he continues to sink further into your ass.

you hiccup at the stretch, vision swimming with tears as his fat cock continues to enter you for what feels like forever. how much more of him can you take?

“d-daddy!” you hiccup out, and the watery tone of your pain laced voice causes him to stop only two-thirds of the way into your ass. his hand comes up to rub soothing circles into your lower back.

he leans over your figure, pressing warm kisses to your shaking spine as you struggle to accommodate his length in you. “i’m sorry pretty girl, does it hurt?”

you whimper as you nod your head, back bowed and eyes clenched shut as you fisted the sheets tightly.

mattsun and makki shared the same look with a frown on their lips, and mattsun continued to rub your lower back as he peppered your back with kisses.

“i’m sorry pretty girl, you know i don’t mean to hurt you,” he murmurs against your spine. “you just gotta relax for me, sweetheart. then you’ll feel really good.”

you shook your head again, thighs still trembling. “t-too big, daddy!” you gasp out, and a small smile curls mattsun’s lips before he wipes it away as he coos at you.

“i know sweetheart, but i also know you can take it. just relax for me, pretty girl, can you do that for me?”

with a shaky nod from you, makki peppers your face with kisses, licking away your tears as his hands travel lower until he reaches your chest.

a soft moan escapes your lips as he fondles your breasts, slim fingers rolling and pinching your nipples until they’re nice and hard for him.

mattsun releases a shaky sigh as he feels you loosen up around his cock, but you still have a bit more to go before he can move again.

you let out a soft gasp as you felt the distinct feeling of mattsun’s tail in between your legs, spade-tipped end flicking and rubbing against your clit.

mattsun let out a breathy chuckle as you moaned from the stimulation, body loosening up even further until he finally slid all the way in, his hips pressed flush against your ass. “there we go, sweetheart. just relax.”

he stayed like that for a minute, letting you accommodate to his size before gently rocking his hips to test where things were. a surprised moan fell from your lips as you placed your forehead against the sheets, lightly rocking against his cock.

you’ve never felt so full in your life, and you had absolutely no idea how you were supposed to take both of them.

mattsun took your moan as a sign to continue, and this time he pulled back a little further before thrusting into you firmly, but not too much to overwhelm you.

“oooh daddy!” you squealed out in pleasure, and makki shot mattsun a grin that mattsun returned, gripping your hips firmly as he lightly thrusted into your ass.

“i told you it’d feel good, princess.” mattsun chuckled as you met each of his thrusts, pace slightly picking up along with your moans ringing through the room. “ohh fuck.” he groaned out as he sped up, biting his lip as he fucked steadily into your ass.

you were drooling into the sheets at this point, mind completely blank as mattsun drilled into you, headboard slamming lightly against the wall from the force of his thrusts.

the pleasure was so overwhelming that you didn’t even realize he stopped thrusting into you and makki slipping under you until you felt his cock nudge against your cunt.

you lifted your head in shock as your eyes met his, and makki only smiled at you as he pressed into you, moaning at how tight and wet you were.

“ohhh my fucking god.” you choked out, resting your head against makki’s shoulder as you shook in their hold, the feeling of being impossibly stuffed intensifying as makki finally bottomed out inside of you.

you panted harshly against his skin, and when you felt two pairs of hands squeeze you in question, you couldn’t help the breathless chuckle at their concern.

“i’m green guys, it’s okay.” you lifted your head to peer into makki’s glowing irises that were swimming with lust and concern. leaning in close, you captured his lips with yours, twisting your tongue around his as you played with his piercing.

when you guys parted you were panting, hooded eyes never leaving his. “c’mon, sir!” you whined as you lightly rocked your hips.

a choked moan left makki’s lips as his grip on your waist tightened. a similar sound came from mattsun behind you, and you turned around to gaze into his eyes as well. “you too, daddy.”

“i thought you guys were going to take ‘real good care of me’ tonight?” the condescending tone of your voice broke the men out of their temporary reverie, and both growled as they both pulled out and thrusted back into you at the same time.

a choked groan left your lips as they stuffed you full again, and you let out another breathy laugh that ended in a moan as makki leaned forward to bite your neck.

“please wreck me, daddy. i wanna cum all over your fat cocks, sir.”

you knew you were in for trouble the moment both of them snarled, and a wail escaped your swollen lips as they both began pounding into you, flesh slamming against flesh as they fucked you within an inch of your life.

as mattsun railed your ass harshly and makki snapped his hips deeply into your cunt, pelvis grinding against your clit with each thrusts, you made peace with yourself that if this is how you died, at least you’d see them in hell.

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with a final cry and the stuttering of hips, all three of you collapsed onto the sheets bonelessly, gasping for air as you came down from your highs.

both men pulled out of your abused holes, a smug satisfaction filling them as they watched their seed ooze from your twitching body.

they both laid down on either side of you, makki snuggling into your neck on your right as mattsun rested his chin on your head to your left.

“i think…” you panted, still trying to catch your breath. mattsun hummed and makki began tracing patterns onto your stomach, waiting for you to continue.

“i think… that may have been the best session yet.” both men laughed as they agreed with you, hugging your body closer to them.

“like for real. you guys were so convincing in the club, i nearly forgot we were role playing.” makki chuckled into your neck before sighing in content as you rubbed his horns.

he always loved when you played with his horns after a particularly steamy round in the bedroom.

“yeah, that was a pretty good round.” mattsun concluded as he got comfortable, lazily wrapping his tail around your waist, pressing a smile into your hair when he felt makki’s intertwine with his over your skin.

mattsun raised himself to press a sweet kiss against your lips, tugging makki by his hair to pull him from your neck to give him his as well.

makki’s whines were short lived as he melted into his boyfriend’s kiss, and once they broke apart, he smiled into yours as you pressed one against his lips as well.

finally relaxing into your bed, limbs all tangled with one another, you all began drifting to sleep. just as the boys were about to go under, your sweet voice rang out into the quiet night air.

“i love you two so much, you have no idea.”

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lavishedinjimin · 4 years

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all the good girls go to hell

— synopsis: The Angels made a deal with Jeon Jungkook, the son of Lucifer, to help them bring Y/n back to her good, prim and proper self. Even though Jungkook grants the atrocious plan, he leaves a lesson that no one should give their trust to a wicked devil like him.

↳ pairing: jungkook x f. reader

↳ genre: smut, very slight angst if you squint hard enough

↳ rating: m/18+

↳ word count: 10k

↳ warnings: religious themes, heaven and hell, angels, devils (this fic is not a correct representation of these figures and is purely fictional), alcohol intake, cursing, hard dom jk, daddy! jk, fingering, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, squirting, unprotected sex, breathplay, spanking, face fucking, filthy dirty talk, rough sex, jungkook and his demon cock ehe

a/n: title is inspired by billie eilish’s song all the good girls go to hell. her title inspired me to write this fic! please ignore if you find any errors <3

“You’re not good enough.”

“You look so pathetic, really.”

“Can you at least try to look hot?”

“This is why no one likes you.”

These words will forever haunt you until the day you die.

It wasn’t your fault that you were raised very strictly, your overly-protective parents treating you like some kind of rare treasure that no one, no man, can touch. The fact that your parents still had to drive you home from school even at an age like this always irritated you to the brim of your existence. So now you can’t even have the freedom, the life of a normal young girl can have.

Being raised strictly with a heavy-handed family – not to mention religious, too – has taken a toll on your mental health. There’s always the feeling of pressure wherever you go and whatever you do. The fear of not succeeding and disappointing your mom and dad is the worst feeling, like the Devil punching your gut repeatedly, as many times as he likes.

Plus, some students at your school know you for your lack of “personality”, the boring one, the killjoy. You can’t even refute because it was all true. You never experienced fun, parties, how to have interesting conversations, how to interact with a large crowd, all because of your parents being so uptight in you.

“Y/n!” The high-pitched voice of your mother calls from downstairs, and you were quick to scurry outside your room and find where she was sitting on the couch. “Yes, mom?” You say.

She was dressed in a royal-blue dress that goes up to her knees, her hair fixed perfectly and the hairspray is clearly doing a great job of keeping her updo in place. She grabs her purse while your dad walks into view, dressed up in a neat suit. “We’re leaving for our business trip, Y/n. Didn’t I tell you that?”

“Ah.” You sort of forgot about that.

Quickly nodding your head, you force a fake smile that you know all too well, “Yes.”

She gives you a weird glance before she fixes her makeup in a mirror, and your dad decides to continue for her. “We’ve hired a nanny to look after you, so that you won’t go out and about going behind our backs—”

“But dad! I really don’t need someone to babysit me,” You scoff. You weren’t a child anymore, what are they thinking! “I’m an adult. I can handle myself. Don’t you trust me?”

Trust. Something they don’t have with you, whether they admit it or not.

Your dad just sighs deeply and starts to walk closer to you. He places a hand on your shoulder as he looks straight into your eyes, giving you an authoritarian look. “Y/n, just do as you’re told and be a good daughter.”

“I’ve always been one,” you scorn.

“A good daughter doesn’t talk back.” Your mother retorts.

This is why you can never argue with them. They never let you speak your own opinion or have your own voice.

Your parents left exactly at 5 PM as they went on their flight to Madrid, leaving the house all to yourself only for tonight.

It was the next day, and you were sitting on the dining table, eating your cereal peacefully as you watched Netflix on your phone – until the doorbell rings.

You stand up and quickly make your way to the front door, pouting when you already know that it is the person that was supposed to look after you.

This is ridiculous.

“Hello!” A bright, short middle aged woman appears standing on the doorway, her bright energy startling you. “Y/n! I’m May, nice to meet you!” She lifts her hand in front for a handshake, and you chuckle nervously, accepting it. “I’m here to look after you for ten days, hm?”

“Uh, ah, yeah. C-Come in!” You tried to sound as positive and energized as you could to match her own energy, but you couldn’t. You step aside to let her in, pulling her luggage with her and she immediately takes up the design of the house. She was nodding her head, her arms crossed together while you accompanied her little journeys throughout the whole ground floor. You found her weird.

“Uh, come follow me, my dad says you’ll be staying here at the guest room —”

“Wonderful! I thought I was sleeping on the couch!” She claps her hands, excited that she has her own room.

You look at her with big, shocked eyes, yet you can’t say anything.

“O-Okay…” you mumbled, “Here,” you helped her open the door and she immediately set her things up. “May?”

“Yes, my dear?” She stops unpacking her bags to look up at you. “I’ll be at the kitchen, okay? If y-you wanna ask anything, I’m right over there.”

“Ah, that’s okay, Y/n. Your mother told me everything I need to know. Your bedtime is at eight and no midnight snacks!”

Your heart drops down to the floor as you immediately encountered a wave of emotions. Why did it matter?! Why did your mom had to apply all these stupid rules when she’s not even around? You thought at the start that you’ll have some kind of freedom when your parents aren’t here, thinking that your nanny might be easier, but perhaps not.

“Okay.” You say simply.

How else can you prove to people that you can be better? You're sick of everyone seeing you as the boring one, but your parents were the only thing that was keeping you from having fun. So you decide to be a little risky.

Step one: Sneak out the house.

Isn't that what people your age do? Usually they sneak out to party, to go hang out with their friends and have the time of their life. But you had none, no ‘best friend’, but a couple of lunch friends here and there.

“I should try clubbing.” You mumble to yourself as you sit down on the plush comfort of your mattress. Until you hear your phone chimes, signalling a text. You grab your phone from the bedside table and frown when you see who the text was from.

Mom: Remember to go to church later, Y/n.

You didn't reply, instead, it got you thinking.

Nothing will happen if you skip church, right? You've always attended Mass every Sunday with your parents, so there's absolutely nothing wrong with skipping at least once.

Besides, you need to plot your plans for tonight!

“What is this girl doing?” Armaros says in a deep whisper, his well-shaped eyebrows furrowing deeply while he watches Y/n on her phone, laying down on her bed as if church isn't just five minutes away from starting.

Armaros rushes to the other side of the room to get a better view of her human who lays on her stomach, a white wisp of smoke trailing behind him. He shakes his head, crossing his arms together in front of his chest. “Y/n, Y/n,” he tuts, “What are you doing?!”

He decides to step forward and reaches forward for his hand to caress the crown of your head. He chuckles when he sees your eyes expand in a quick second, your body abruptly sitting up straight from the tingling feeling in your neck. Your hairs stand up, a chill running down your spine.

This was Armaros’ way of mustering his presence onto you. Your dad always taught that whenever you suddenly feel a chilling sensation out of nowhere, it means that your guardian angel is there with you and trying to send you a message.

And you clearly know what he's trying to say.

There was a slight feeling of guilt – uneasiness, even. But no. You've already decided that you weren't going to follow your old routine.

Armaros’ jaw drops when you don't move from your position on the bed, only making yourself comfortable even further. ”Don’t you dare skip church...” he slowly whispers to himself. But he quickly shakes his head side to side, trying to be optimistic, “It's just one time. Just one time.”

Time passes by faster than you think, you sink your teeth down on your bottom lip, chewing on it as you try to Google clubs near you. It was ridiculous, feeling so overwhelmed from all of the options the Internet is showing you.

There was a generous list of bars and clubs with different ratings. It was a humane decision to choose the best one, right? So you went for a nightclub called ‘Soap Seoul’. Although, you feel your stomach churn when you scroll through the images attached to it; seeing all of the strange blue and red LED lights, big and tight crowds, and an HD picture of their bar. The bar was long and almost occupied the width of the whole club. You don't even know if you can stand such a place like that.

But no. You can't back out now! You had to show yourself and to others that you can have some fun too.

The club opens tonight at 8 pm, letting yourself have two hours to prepare. Rummaging through your garments of clothing, you try to find an appropriate outfit.

“I have nothing!” you whined, eyebrows furrowing in dismay. All you had were simple t-shirts and countless skinny jeans and leggings. Your dresses were almost knee-length and suitable for church – not for a nightclub!

Armaros stands at a distance, shaking his head at you.

Until, you heard a loud knock on the door, “Y/n!” May's voice shouts from the other side of the room, “Dinner's ready!”

Oh no.

Quickly opening the door, you stared at her with big, worried eyes. “May! I-uhh, I-I’m not gonna stay for dinner…” you mumbled, looking at the ground.

“Oh, why is that?” she asks, a faint sad tone in her voice. You felt so sad and regretful that you didn't say anything to her because she already cooked your dinner.

“I-I have plans for tonight,” you hold your hands behind your back, slightly getting embarrassed.

“Are you going out with your friends?”

“Y-Yeah!” You lie. You've never lied before.

“Ah, I understand. Have you told your mom?”

She doesn't have to know.

“Yup.”

And there it was again, the chills in your neck appeared while your arm and leg hairs stood up. Armaros touches your scalp, desperate to seek your attention and bring you back to your old, good self. The angel didn't like that you were lying, for he was perpetually accustomed to your good deeds. It was making him anxious for what's about to come.

But you ignored his message. May nods when you told her that she can have the food to herself.

You feel a pang of guilt rush through your body when you shut the door behind you, your heartbeat suddenly racing faster. The nervousness in you made your head hurt. Is this the right thing to do? No. It wasn't. But you had to show people that you can be different. Will it be worth it? Of course.

Thankfully, you spot a white dress that you've never worn before. It was a gift from your cousins that was supposed to be another addition to your collection of church dresses but it was too short for your liking.

“Hm, maybe this will work…” you quietly mumble to yourself.

You tried the piece of clothing on, carefully examining your reflection in the full-length mirror. The hem of the skirt falls right above your mid-thigh, too high for your usual comfort but for the sake of dressing up for a nightclub — there was no problem. The dress was snug, hugging your body so that it accentuates your curves.

The dress was plain white and was relatively simple. You don't really know what people usually wear for nightclubs but you were certain that dresses were a part of the code.

You looked for your black three-inch heel that you last wore during your highschool graduation, slipping it in carefully. Doing a little bit of makeup and applying a thin layer of lip gloss, you grabbed a purse and walked out of your room.

“May, please don't wait for me, okay?” you say after walking past her.

“W-Wait, I'm supposed to–”

“It's okay. I'll be okay.”

“She's not gonna be okay!” Armaros declares, kneeling on one knee before Archangel Michael – the protector and the spiritual warrior, as he mentions Y/n's recent mischiefs.

After you've been to the nightclub the first day, you've never stopped. You became addicted.

Sometimes you don't even tell May that you're going out, you just sneak out of the window and let May worry about you. You've happened to know how to drink as you get wasted every single night, hanging around with people that you don't know, people that are a bad influence on your good side. These past few days had you acting up like you’ve never before. You longed for alcohol and the feeling of it numbing your nerves, and there’s not a day where you didn’t get drunk.

Armaros’ power wasn't enough to stop you. Every single day he's been drying his best to send signals, to make you feel certain ways and speak to your consciousness that what you are doing is by far dangerous and wrong. But you never listened.

You've skipped church, stopped talking to God, ignoring your parents’ phone calls, not doing your homework just because you're busy either getting drunk or making out with someone at the club. It's like you have been addicted to misbehaving.

But for you, you thought you’re doing the right thing.

“Armaros, are you doubting your powers?” Archangel Michael replies, running his fingertips along the sharp blade of his sword.

“N-No, but, nothing seems to work. She's been ignoring my calls for almost two weeks. I just want the best for her.” Armaros’ voice fades at the end of his sentence. He was speaking with such sincerity because he really cares for Y/n. He truly loves her. “Why is she doing this?” He asks for help.

“Because, my dear, she's trying to prove something she's not for other people.”

“What?”

Archangel Michael laughs quietly, staring at him endearingly. He points his sword at him, “She obviously tries to be immoral to fit in. She's rarely praying to God like she used to, rarely respecting the people around her. Ever since humans bullied Y/n for being herself – she starts to change. But the question is…”

He walks around Armaros, his eyes never leaving his. “Is this making her happy?”

Armaros lowers his head and shakes his head. “I don’t know.”

The Archangel grins and returns his sword back on the scabbard attached to his belt.

“If I can't warn her to stop, then who else can?” The angel asks.

Michael lifts an eyebrow up, crossing his arms together as he stands right in front of him. His mouth draws into a slow smirk, a hint of playfulness in his eyes as if a lightbulb appeared on top of his head.

“You wanna have some fun, Armaros?”

“What do you mean?”

“Stand up, stand up.” Armaros quickly obeys his superior’s command. The Archangel places a hand on his right shoulder, preparing to speak.

“I have an idea. We call Jeon Jungkook up and–”

“No! Absolutely not! I will not allow Y/n to come face to face with the son of Lucifer!” Armaros bellows, instinctively pushes Michael's hand away from him.

“Armaros! It's just an idea!” Michael chuckles, spreading his arms to the side as he shakes his head. “And besides, I have to ask permission from our Highness anyway.”

“And what will he do? Taunt her? Provoke Y/n to be more sinful?” Y/n's guardian angel asks, referring to Jungkook. “We both know how manipulative and cunning he can be!”

“No, no. We'll make a deal with him, of course! No devil will do anything without receiving something in return.”

“This idea of yours, not to be rude, but is really out of this world.”

Archangel Michael snorts from the out of the blue pun.

“Do not be afraid. If our Lord agrees to our plan, I'll be watching. I always will. Give me your trust, Armaros.”

Armaros sighs deeply, yet smiles up at him right after. “Okay, I trust you.”

“May, stop it,” you mutter angrily, pulling your arm away from her hold. May tries to block your way from going outside the house but you abruptly push her to the side.

“Y/n! Your mom told you that–”

“Told me what?! That I’m being independent? Unruly? That I should just stay home? I don’t give a fuck anymore, May. I’d rather hang out with friends than stay here and do nothing!” You bark at her. She was smaller than you and you were definitely giving off that intimidating vibes that you wanted to show. She isn’t the one wearing the pants in this house. You are.

“Y/n, I will not tolerate this behavior!” May snaps, eyes glaring at you with her hands balled up into fists on her sides.

Rolling your eyes, you let out a sour chuckle, “You sound like my mom.”

May sighs deeply, the tiredness in her voice evident, “I’m just trying to keep you safe, Y/n. Just listen to me.”

“I’m an adult. I can keep myself safe. Now, let me go and don’t wait for me.”

“Y/n!”

“Bye May! Have a nice sleep!”

“Y/n! Where the fuck are you?!” Emilia, one of the new friends you've met no longer than three days ago shouts through the phone as loud, blazing music muffled her voice. “Sophia and I are waiting for you! Get your ass over here!”

“I'm almost there, save me a drink already!” you giggle, looking out from the taxi’s window.

Sophia snatches the phone out of Emilia’s hand to speak to you, “Y/n, you still remember the bet we made, right?”

“Of course! It's not a huge deal, c'mon now.” You roll your eyes, faking a laugh.

“We'll see!” Emilia giggles.

The driver drops you in front of the nightclub and you throw him a couple of dollars. Stepping out of the car, your high heels clicking on the cement. Upon entering the place, you were immediately greeted with your friends. They were both wearing a tight dress – glittery red and silver – whilst you wore a black one that reached down to your middle thigh. You bought the dress only a day ago, special thanks to your Amazon Prime account .

“Hey! Here, drink this,” Sophia hands you a single malt whiskey and you swiftly drown it down your throat without any problem. You reminisce back to your first day where you can’t even take a sip of beer without gagging. Now look where you are.

“Ahh fuck, that tastes good,” you mumble through gritted teeth.

“Why are you late tonight, Y/n?” Emilia asks as she leads you to the bar to order more alcohol. Her high pitched voice mixing with the loud music,”You know it's always 9 PM. Sharp.”

You breathe out heavily as you watch Sophia pour three shots of straight vodka into a shot glass. She distributes the beverage to the two of you.

“Well, uh–”

“What?” Emilia snaps.

“I couldn't find a goddamn cab, that's why!” you hide your falseness with laughter, hoping they won't sense your lie.

“Alright anyway, let’s go get wasted and you, Y/n – will be our first player.” Emilia smirks as she crosses her arms together. She analyzes your body, eyeing you up and down. You didn’t like it, and you felt worried.

Your eyebrows furrow, confused and slightly offended, “What, why me?” You take a sip of your newly-ordered beer, trying to get comfortable on the plush-covered stool.

“Because,” Sophia answers for her, “we need to know your… capacities.”

You snort, “Capacities of what? My capacity of having to get into a m-man’s bed? Pffft… easy!”

Sophia’s forehead furrows, glancing at Emilia with a knowing look before focusing her attention back to you. “Sure. Anyway, let’s have fun first and then…” she leans closer to you, her face inches away from yours. You feel your face redden in embarrassment, “And then you can choose your man.”

It wasn’t that bad. It isn’t bad dancing around the dance floor, beer in hand, as you danced all your worries away. Emilia and Sophia were out there – somewhere, but you didn’t care about them at this moment. You let your body go with the beat of the loud EDM music, holding your hands up in the air as you whipped your head left to right. You had a huge smile on your face, the alcohol kicking in like it was meant for your body to consume.

Sweaty bodies were bumping each other from left and right, and you for sure stepped on someone’s toe with your pumps. Nevertheless, you didn’t care. You were having your fun.

It was until the song changed from upbeat to a more sensual, heart-pumping song from the loud bass. As if there was a switch inside you, you turned into a sultry mess.

Wasted. You were wasted like hell.

Your eyes turn into little slits as you look around the dance floor to try and find someone to play with. Taking a huge sip of your drink, your throat burns yet you tried to ignore it.

“Ah-hah!” you giggle, walking – or should we say, stumbling – towards a guy with black hair parted in the middle, nicely dressed in a black button up tucked in some skinny jeans. The man locks eyes with you, licking his plump lips as his eyes rake your body.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he smirks, making you blush in red as he holds your waist and tugs you closer to him. The song in the background was helping you a lot to get into that seductive, sexy mood that you planned to have.

“Hey,” you smile up at him, “I’m Y/n.”

“What a pretty name for a pretty lady.” He starts swaying your body to the beat, going along with you. “I’m Seokjin. Nice to meet you.”

Seokjin tugs your body closer until he holds the back of your head with one hand, making you look deep into his dark eyes. “Y-You’re a new face,” you slur, “You don’t belong here.”

Unexpectedly, your eyes grow big when Seokjin throws his head back as he laughs almost hysterically. “What?” you question.

The man slightly leans down until his face draws near to yours, and you can immediately smell the alcohol in his breath. You didn’t judge though, you probably had beer-breath too.

“Baby girl…” Seokjin suddenly speaks deeply, making your heart jump from the sudden change in his voice. There was a sultry look in his eyes that made it hard for you to keep eye contact. “Baby it’s you who doesn’t seem to belong. You don’t know who I am.”

“Well y-you don’t know me e-either!” You try to retaliate, although it was messed up with your embarrassing stuttering.

“You really wanna know?” he whispers, his lips right against your lips, almost touching yours. You couldn’t breathe properly, wanting to pull away but his intoxicating scent was forcing you to him.

You nod your head, not trusting your voice.

“I own this place, baby.”

You almost tossed your cup right across the room from his sudden confession, totally not expecting such a young-looking man to own such a place like this. Your eyes expand, body staying still.

’Wait! Be sexy… be sexy…’ you thought to yourself after an awkward five seconds of silence.

You decide to chuckle, biting your bottom lip slowly as you draw yourself nearer to him. He lifts a brow up in surprise, wrapping his arms around your hips and he closes the distance between the two of you.

“Really? Well then,” you mutter, “I want you to own me too.”

“Oh, finally. Someone straightforward.”

“Well I – oh!” Seokjin takes you by surprise when he quickly tugs your arm and leads you to the second floor of the club. You haven’t been in this area before, looking so luxurious and well decorated. Although what shocks you is the series of doors that passes through a long, wide hallway.

“Seok...Seokjin,” you whisper, but he looks at you with a smirk, a playful glint in his eyes.

“C’mon baby,” he opens a door and walks you inside, locking it behind him. “Let’s have a little fun.”

Let’s have a little fun.

Yeah. I should.

This is fun, right?

Before you can even process things, Seokjin shoves your body to a wall as his hands start to wander down your sides. With flushed cheeks, you look at him like you’ve just seen a ghost but he clearly doesn’t mind, grinding his hips into yours.

“Mmm, what a cute babe I have in front of me,” he groans, leaning forward to pepper wet, gentle kisses all over your neck and down to your shoulders.

Something feels off.

“Y/n, right?” he asks, his forehead furrows and you nod. “Can I kiss you?”

Your heart starts to rapidly pump inside your chest, feeling as if it’ll burst at any minute. An uncomfortable feeling starts to overwhelm your system, sensing your palms getting sweaty. You can’t look at his eyes, looking anywhere but him.

“Uh, o-okay,” you straighten your back as you try your best to look confident.

This is the perfect opportunity to tell your friends. Having sex with someone like him will absolutely impress Emilia and Sophia.

Seokjin chuckles, shrugging, “Alright then.” And without any warning, he throws you on the bed and he quickly hovers above your body.

“Mmph–!” he immediately presses his lips into yours before you can even react to everything that had just happened. He caresses your cheeks with both hands, his lips moving softly with yours. You try your best to keep up with him and his pace, but you can’t. There was something stopping you from giving him your all. Seokjin grunts nevertheless, humping you.

Seokjin’s right hand snakes down to grab the hem of your dress as he teasingly pulls the fabric up, then lets it snap back down. There was a weird feeling inside your stomach, and it did not feel good at all.

His hand slowly starts creeping up your leg, and that’s where you couldn’t hold it back.

“Mmm, n-no,” you mewl, pushing him away from you. Seokjin stares down at you with a frown, head tilted to the side.

“Y/n?”

Rapid heart rate, the back of your neck sweating, and chills all over your body occur all at the same time. You were panicking.

“I-I…” immediately you stand up from the bed, hiking your stupid short dress down as much as you can. “S-Sorry,” furiously shaking your head from side to side, you stumble your way to the door.

“Y/n, wait!” Seokjin yells, confused yet he felt sorry at the same time. “Let’s talk about it!”

“No,” you whisper. You can’t do this anymore. There was no energy left in your body to talk, to process what just happened, to stand in this fucking club. Home. All you were thinking about was going home.

You twist the doorknob open, trying to catch your breath as much as you can but you feel like you were going to pass out any minute. Making your way down the stairs, you run as fast as you can towards the exit of the nightclub yet a person catches your arm.

“Y/n!” Your eyes widen when Emilia and Sophia stop you, observing your state. “What’s wrong with you?”

“No…” you breathe tirelessly, “c-can’t do it…”

“You failed?” Emilia snaps as she leans her body on one hip, resting her hands there. She looks at you with disgust, “But we saw the guy that you’re with! He was hot!”

Sophia snorts, smirking as she stares at you sourly, “Proves our point. You’re nothing, Y/n. You had such an easy job, the guy’s already all over you and you just had to throw him? Where is he, let me get with him myself.” Sophia struts away, heels clicking as she flips her long hair over her shoulder, leaving you with Emilia.

“What can I say, Y/n,” she smiles menacingly, the corners of her eyes crinkling, “You can never be like us.”

Your whole body felt heavy, heavy like you were carrying a boulder behind your back. This isn’t what you had planned at all, everything was going so well until this! Your eyes started welling up with tears, blurring your sight. You had to go.

Without saying a word, you quickly run away to the exit, ignoring Emilia’s insensitive laugh.

What went wrong? Why did you feel that way? Negative thoughts were clouding your mind as you cried and cried to your poor, soaked pillow.

Maybe you are just not enough. Perhaps you’re not meant to be like this.

It was fun the first time around, and you were actually enjoying yourself. But the days passed and you sadly weren't doing this for your own pleasure anymore, but for the validation of other people.

You should’ve stopped Seokjin from touching you when it clearly made you uncomfortable. There was a line and he crossed it, but you erased that line so you can finally say that you’ve slept with someone. But you guessed it wasn’t that easy.

Grabbing your phone, you ignored all of the rude messages Emilia has sent you, blocking her and Sophia’s number. You turned off your phone, throwing it somewhere on the ground without care before you switched off your lamp. There was never a time that you’ve cried yourself to sleep, but tonight was your first.

“And what do I get in return for this deal?” Jeon Jungkook purrs with a low, dark tone, crossing his legs together as he sits on his father’s fire-blazing throne. Even though he has his own throne for himself, thrones on fire were way cooler. He scans the frightened angel from head to toe through the strands that fell in front of his eyes.

“The A-Archangel says you will obtain a soul. A soul that is longing for hell.” Armaros stutters as he tries to keep eye contact with the devil’s hard glare.

Jungkook chuckles, hanging his head low. “You mean to tell me…” he starts to stand up and walks towards the angel. Armaros tries his best to keep his guard up and stand as tall as possible.

Jungkook circles around him, arms crossed while his right hand plays with his bottom lip, “That I should convince this little girl to prevent doing bad, bad things to stop her from going to hell?” He laughs hysterically. “That’s quite… an unnatural job for a devil, isn’t it? It’s completely the opposite of what i’m supposed to do. Tell Michael that his plan is utter bullshit.”

Armaros takes a deep sigh, closing his eyes for a brief second before replying. “Firstly, Y/n is not a little girl. And second, this job is easy. You have the skill to persuade humans to sin – what’s hard with doing the opposite? Besides, you’ll obtain a soul either way.”

His words made Jungkook ponder and deliberate with himself. He stops in front of Armaros and shows him his signature imposing smile. “I can have my way with the girl, right?” He bites his lip, “Anyway I want?”

This made Armaros’ eyes go wide, mouth opening but no words seem to come out properly, “I-I… w-well, um… yes? Yes? P-Perhaps? Just don’t do anything bad to her.”

Jungkook scoffs, running his long tongue over his teeth as he smirks, “Define bad, Mr. Angel.”

“You know… hurt her.” He gulps.

The devil squints his eyes, absolutely loving Armaros’ reactions. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m not gonna kill her, if that’s what you mean.”

“I’m done with this conversation.” Armaros quickly chirps as he unfolds his large, white wings. “Remember what your main goal is, Jungkook. I’m counting on you.”

Jungkook stops him before he flies back up. “Armaros…” he says, dragging his name long in his tongue. Armaros looks at him, eyes impatient, arms crossed together.

“You know I’m a devil, right?”

The angel chuckles, scoffing, “Oh, I know that alright.” He scorns, eyeing Jungkook up and down. Although the devil in front of him looks intimidating and his eyes are jet black, Armaros keeps his calm. “I’m only following orders. I didn’t agree with The Archangel in the first place.”

“Do you know what devils do to… humans?”

Armaros nods fully.

“And what I might do to… that precious little girl?” Jungkook growls deeply, walking closer to him. He tilts his head down, looking at him through his lashes, “There’s a huge chance that I might not control myself when I see her.”

“What do you mean?”

Suddenly, black smoke appears from Jungkook’s right hand, summoning something beside him. The smoke appears to subside and at once, Y/n’s appearance can be seen through the thin air. Jungkook rests his hips on one side, twirling his hand so that her image spins around.

“This is Y/n, right?” Jungkook studies your face, watching you read a book inside your room. “I’ve never seen someone so beautiful before.”

“Jeon Jungkook!” Armaros bellows, his tone loud yet sprinkled with fear.

“I’m just saying, Angel. You can’t stop me from trying to do devilish things to her.” Jungkook smirks, prodding his tongue on the inside of his cheek. “You might have to reconsider this deal of yours if you don’t want me to have my way with that pretty little girl,” He taunts, already warning Armaros.

“Jungkook,” Armaros’ nerves seem to heat up, slowly getting irritated although he tries to calm himself. He looks down, shaking his head as he pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “There’s no point in doing that. You think she wants to have an affair with someone like you?”

The devil laughs loudly as he twirls his hand until your image disappears. This conversation further proves Jungkook’s argument that angels are actually dumber than they realize.

“If you want me to help you, I will have my way with her. My job, my rules. Understand?”

Armaros feels defeated, but he can’t say anything but nod and agree to him. He can’t fight him anyway. Jungkook dismisses him, and with that, the angel ascends back up to earth.

Jungkook can’t wait to have his fun.

Prancing around, making friends, getting to know each other – Jungkook doesn’t want to do that. Instead, he’s very straightforward, saying words that he probably shouldn’t, he likes to say what he thinks no matter how bad it’ll probably hurt.

That’s what he plans to do with you.

If he gets his point clear, make you frightened, scare the shit out of you, then the job would be complete.

Easy!

You were currently on your laptop, scrolling through your pinterest tabs until you hear loud and frantic knocks on your door. “Y/n!” May shrieks, her voice quivering. “Someone’s at the door!”

Oh no, you thought.

Immediately hopping out of bed, you went out to see who it was with May following behind you. You peak out through the windows and suddenly, you inhale sharply from the man that you see.

He was unfamiliar. Thankfully, it wasn’t Seokjin or Sophia nor Emilia, but rather tall, might you say handsome looking man waiting outside your doorstep. He was dressed in all black, his hair covering his eyes.

“Do you know him?” May asks quietly. You shake your head slowly, “N-No.”

“Y/n… I think you should just leave him.”

“May, I can handle it. You can go now.” You say softly to her.

“Are you sure—”

“Yes.” You spat a little harshly, blazing your eyes at her. May nods, sighing as she walks away to her room.

Gathering the courage to open the door, you took a deep inhale and exhale, calming your nerves.

Once you open the door, your eyes immediately fly to his dark ones. Your whole body suddenly shivers, the air around the place somewhat getting cold as if it was winter.

You can't take your eyes off of the man. You have never met him before but it felt like you've known him for too long. There was a strange aura surrounding the two of you that you can't explain.

“Hello.” He speaks first, giving you a sly smile.

His voice. You've never heard such a dark and menacing timbre before.

“Hi,” you gulp, “Who are you?”

“May I come in?” Jungkook snaps, ignoring your question. He doesn't want to waste any time, that's for sure.

You furrow your brows as you shake your head, “Answer my question first.” You blurt, blocking the entrance by placing your hands on either side of the doorway.

“Hm,” Jungkook slowly shows you a deadly smirk, eyeing your body up and down. “You really wanna know?”

What kind of a question is that?

You quickly got annoyed, looking at him with a scorn. “Obviously!”

Feisty, Jungkook thought.

“I'm the devil.”

There was a long pause, silence filling the air. This man is too handsome to be this dumb. You laugh hysterically, bending over as you hold your aching stomach. “A-Are you… oh my god… please tell me you're fucking joking!” you say with creased eyes.

Jungkook already expected this reaction, and he only rolls his eyes without you noticing.

“Mhm. You don't believe me?” he slowly pronounces his words, voice deep and sinister.

“Nah,” you shake your head, giggling.

“Aren't you religious?” Jungkook pushes you to the side without hesitation and enters, your eyes expanding slowly as his body suddenly comes in contact with yours. “Don't you believe in your God? You believe in angels, right?” He backs your body up and shuts the door loudly behind him.

You felt a series of chills erupt from your system, his gaze locked on yours. You wanted to look away from his intimidating gaze, but you can't, for some strange reason. “Huh, Y/n?”

You gasp. “Wait, h-how do you know my name!?”

Jungkook smirks at you, tilting his head to the side as he ignores your question again.

Your body seems to move by itself, like you can't control your own limbs. The air thickens around the two of you as you feel your body submit to the man in front of you.

Sighing, with a shaky voice you answer. “I do. I do believe in them.”

Although what shocks you is the way his eyes suddenly turn a bright shade of red. From deep black to red, his irises glow.

“What the fuck–” you quickly back away, body shivering in fear until your back hits a wall. You rub your eyes, trying to see if your mind was only playing tricks with you.

Jungkook grins and chuckles darkly, clicking his tongue. “Then…” he draws, walking closer to your frightened figure, “Can this convince you enough?”

“S-Stop… stop playing games with me!” you whimper, feeling your palms get sweaty. “Your eyes are red!”

“Hmm, I wonder why,” Jungkook snarls, forehead creasing, “Maybe because I'm the fucking devil?”

And in a flash, Jungkook’s appearance changes from a tall, handsome boy into a dark red figure. Black, bat-like wings sprout from his back, long horns appearing from his forehead, a spear-like tail behind him. His lips and the area around his eyes were tinted in black while his fingers grew longer, sharper.

You almost fainted then and there.

“Oh— p-please,” your eyes turn watery as tears start to fall down your cheek, lifting your hands up to your mouth in shock, “please d-don't kill me!” Shutting your eyes to avoid the frightening image in front of you, your knees drop down to the floor with a loud thud. “I'm sorry, please f-forgive me! Don't k-kill me! Please!”

“Oh, what a cute pretty girl you are,” the devil grins, his voice more gravelly now. He looks down at your frail self, amused. “I'm not here to kill you. I'm here to teach you a lesson.”

You start to sob as your body shakes, “No! Please d-don't…”

“Do you believe me now?”

“Yes! Yes I do!” you quickly reply, voice cracking. “I’m sorry s-sir, don’t hurt me!”

Jungkook, satisfied with your reaction, morphs back to his normal human look within a few seconds. “Look at me.”

Slowly, afraid to anger the devil in front of you, you obey his words. You sigh in relief when he finally looks normal again, but you can't look at him the same way.

“Stand up.”

You do so with wobbly legs. You felt so weak with your energy quickly drained so quickly. Wiping your tear-stained cheeks, you try your best to keep your composure.

“Anyway, I'm Jungkook,” he gives you an award-winning smile, “I'm sent here to supposedly warn you from doing bad things.” He cringes, shaking his head. “Which, honestly speaking, I think is atrocious.”

He scans your body, biting his lip right after. “A good looking girl like you should have her fun.”

You try to regain your senses back. A devil — a real devil appeared right in front of you. You can't seem to shake the thought away while he’s there looking so handsome in his human form.

With a shaky breath, you ask him, “J-Jungkook? I'm really sorry. I don't know what I'm doing.”

He snorts. Brushing his black hair away from his face. “Wrong. You know what you're doing.”

“W-What?”

Something in the air changes when Jungkook snaps his fingers. A thick, black smoke appears, capsuling the both of you in. “What is this?!” you question, terror overtaking your face. You watch your surroundings getting blurry, blackness covering the area.

“Oh nothing,” he gives you a lopsided grin, “just making sure that your little angels can't see us.”

Jungkook's eyes shine and his pupils enlarge, smiling as you notice how his teeth grow sharper. There were veins popping out in his neck, grimacing at you in pure excitement.

“We can't afford your poor, guardian angel to stop us now, can't we? I don't want him to see us…playing.”

“Playing?!” You gasp, eyes expanding in shock..

“Yes, baby. Angels are so fucking dumb, aren't they? Asking a devil to do their own work? Isn't that pathetic.”

You were locked to him like a magnet as your body seems to fill with utter desire in such a quick time.

Was he doing something to you?!

A series of pleasurable chills erupt from your body, mouth getting dry as you look up at Jungkook with big eyes.

His hand suddenly touches your bare arm, making you silently mewl from his chilling touch. He smirks at your reaction, “How dumb of them to trust the son of Lucifer himself.”

“Y-You… you're…” your voice fades, trying to process his words.

“Mhm. Aren't you excited to play with me?”

Maybe he's doing tricks to your mind, controlling your body – or maybe you’re just fucked up. Either way, you want him.

You lust for him.

“Yes.”

Jungkook draws his lower lip between his teeth, his hands finding its way to your waist, holding you firmly until he unexpectedly pulls you to his body. He lifts a single eyebrow up, “Really?”

Your heartbeat quickens.

“I've… I’ve never been more sure.” Words seem to spill out of your mouth without your consent, as if it wasn’t you who’s speaking. But you don’t try to take your words back.

Jungkook laughs and starts to lift you up without struggle, finding his way to your bedroom while the smoke follows the two of you. “Bad, bad girl you are.” He lowers you down on the mattress, sending you a seductive wink, “I'm so fucking proud.”

He preps himself on his knees, capturing your thighs in between. His eyes run down your body, chills running down your spine from how hot he looks. His figure was so big and muscular, making you feel like he can destroy your frail self.

“Look at this, you look so fucking delicious baby.”

His hand suddenly flies down to your armpits, roughly handling you as he carries you up as he sits down on the bed, his back pressed against the headboard, as he places you in between his legs.

You hold back a whimper as he pushes your body closer to him. Hearing him growl deeply made your cunt throb, feeling a strange wet feeling down there.

“Demons can't help humans,” he mutters lowly, his lips right against the shell of your ear. “They want you to sin and sin and sin until the day you fucking die.”

His hands play with your shirt until in a quick flash, he rips the cotton material in half, your body shivering as it has been exposed to the cold air. “Ohh,” you whimper, covering your body with your arms.

“Nu-uh,” Jungkook grins behind you, “Don't do that, baby.” He leans down and starts pressing wet and sloppy kisses all over your shoulders, running his mouth up to your neck. “Don't try to hide away from me.”

He sucks on the soft skin of your neck, his big dick throbbing in his pants from the way you were constantly squirming. You were so sensitive, and it made him so horny. He hums, marking your skin in bright red and purple bruises.

“Ahh, Jungkook,” you moan, throwing your head back until it rests right against his shoulder.

His hands suddenly fly to your breasts, his long and slender fingers pinching and twisting your hardened nipples. You bite your bottom lip as you can't seem to open your eyes from the feeling. It was until Jungkook suddenly digs his nails into your nipples, pinching them roughly that made you jolt right up.

“Oh, t-that hurts,” you cry, the stinging feeling of his sharp nails pinching your buds. Jungkook watches your face contort, digging his nails even harder. He feels your body twitch, hearing your gentle whines and mewls.

“Ohhh you don't like it baby, does it hurt too much for your sensitive, precious body?” he mocks a concerned tone. “Hm?”

He was playing games with you, that's for sure. You nod your head up and down, trying to push his hands away. “Mhm…”

Thankfully, he does stop but he quickly cups your breasts with both hands. He feels your rock-hard nipples pushing against his rough palms, kneading your boobs until he finally lets go.

“Take these off,” he instructs you to pull your shorts down, and you do so. With trembling hands, you swiftly tug them off of your legs.

“Mmm, fuck,” he grunts behind you, his right hand lowering down from your stomach until it reaches the destination right against your clothed pussy. His fingers slowly trace down your slick, feeling how wet you are through your panties.

He smirks cockily, “You're fucking drenched, baby. Are you this horny?” he rubs your clit in slow, circular motions with just the right amount of pressure with the tips of his two fingers, your legs shivering. “Want something to stuff that little hole of yours?”

He pulls your underwear down to your thighs, and you instantly shake it off with your legs. Jungkook pushes your legs apart, forcing your knees up with your feet flat on the mattress. Your cunt flutters around air from the exposure. You whine when his left arm possessively wraps around your stomach, his biceps flexing when he holds you tightly.

“Stay fucking still,” he growls, his warm hand cupping your bare cunt. He chuckles, prodding his tongue against his cheek as he plays with your folds. He uses two slender fingers to spread your labia apart and you can feel your glistening arousal drip from your hole down to your ass.

Jungkook hums in satisfaction, spreading your lips wider, making you emit a moan. “Jungkook—”

“No. I want you to call me something…” he elongates the pause in his sentence to suddenly insert the tip of his middle finger in your pussy, causing you to jump. “Something else, baby.”

“Ah-ahh, what?” your legs couldn't stop trembling as he pushes his finger deeper, your walls sucking it in deliciously.

You can feel him smirk against the skin of your neck, he snickers, “Starts with the letter D.”

Your eyes squint in confusion, tilting your head up to look at him. Jungkook, with his glowing red eyes, scans your face with a quirked eyebrow expectantly.

“Devil?”

Jungkook scoffs loudly and instantly pushes the rest of his finger in your cunt, immediately pumping in and out at a rapid pace. Your hands quickly hold onto his arm that was wrapped around you, mouth agape from the sudden thrusts. “Ohhh!” your body shakes, leaning your head against him. Electric waves of pleasure run through your body, being new to the sensation.

He growls as he removes his finger out to slap your pussy harshly, hitting your sensitive clit. “Wrong.”

“Oww…” you mewl, your hips bucking up from the sting. He does this again, and again, and again, making your eyes watery. He tightens his hold on you, stopping you from squirming too much.

“Daddy.” He purrs.

Your body instantly feel a series of shivers.

“Call me daddy.” Jungkook bites your neck roughly while he inserts his digits back, this time using his middle and ring finger. You hiss in pleasure, eyes tempting to roll back when he brushes the sponge-like texture inside your pussy.

“Shit, right there daddy,” you curse, rolling your hips against his hand for more. “Right there!”

Jungkook feels his cock harden even more, precum dripping down his tip as it twitches against his clothes. The way you pronounce that certain word drove him crazy. Jungkook loves how your body easily crumbles beneath him as you allow him to have all the control. He pounds your pussy faster with his hand, putting his bicep to good use.

You were about to cum, the feeling of a tightness inside your tummy, a ball about to burst at any second. You warn Jungkook, “Daddy, i-i think… I think I'm gonna c-cum,” you sob.

“I know.” He says simply, fucking you harder. Suddenly, he pushes his index finger in, three digits stretching your walls out. You cry loudly, thrashing around him as high-pitched moans carelessly leave your mouth. “Shiiiiit, d-daddy!”

“Need to stretch this little pussy out for my cock” he purrs, “cuz’ we don’t want that tiny hole of yours to split into two, right baby?”

Your toes curl, nails digging into the skin of his arm as you fail to warn him that you're gonna cum any second now. Although he can feel the way your pussy was pulsing around his long fingers. He angled his hand until your clit was brushing against his palm, “Daddy! Ohh fuck, just l-like that!”

Until it all stops.

All of the pleasure stops when Jungkook pulls his fingers out.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” you yell, never been more frustrated before as he denies your orgasm. You were about to cum so hard. Your legs shake uncontrollably, scratching his arms as your body shudders. Your poor cunt pulsates rapidly from the sour loss. You were a whimpering, sobbing mess.

Laughing dryly behind you was Jungkook, licking his fingers clean as he watches your dignity wash away right in front of his eyes.

“Fuck you,” you scowl, pushing away his arms and turning to face him. “Fuck. You.”

But he wasn't bothered at all, of course. He was the devil after all. He had no remorse.

Before you know it, Jungkook wraps his hand around your throat and swiftly pulls you close to his face. You gulp, terrified from the intimidating look in his eyes.

Jungkook thinks that he can easily kill you then and there. If it were a different person, he wouldn't hesitate to snap their neck like a stick. Usually he would feel tempted to physically hurt a person in this kind of situation. But no. He likes you. He likes you too much to kill.

“Take my cock out.”

Even though you hate him for denying your orgasm so brutally like that, you nod your head. Jungkook removes his shirt as you scoot down. You were careful to unbutton his pants, heart rate going faster from the thought of seeing his cock right in front of your face. By the look of the large tent evident, he was gonna be huge. Jungkook watches you with heavy eyes, running his hand through your hair softly.

You pull the garment down and your mouth visibly waters from the sight. The outline of his cock was evident from his briefs, long and thick and was certainly rock hard. You were so afraid to even touch it as you let your hands sit right on his thighs.

“Haven't done this before?” he asks, rubbing your cheek with one hand. You shake your head, afraid to look at his glaring eyes.

Jungkook chortles, quickly pulling his underwear down by himself.

His cock immediately springs out and rests on his abdomen. With wide, surprised eyes, you notice his red tip leaking so much precum, dripping down his abs. You involuntarily whine and wiggle your hips in need, your wetness dripping down your thigh.

“Take it in your mouth.” He orders, voice strict and demanding.

“But—”

“Did I stutter?”

“No daddy.” You whisper, looking away and finally gathering the courage to wrap your hands around his girth. You clench your thighs together when you feel him against your palm – warm and heavy, yet the skin was soft at the same time. When you stroke his shaft up and down watching how his precum pours down to your hands, providing you lubrication as it coats his cock.

Jungkook throws his head back as he smiles down at you, feeling so good. He bucks his hips up repeatedly, meeting your timid strokes.

His patience runs out and slaps your hand away, gripping his cock tightly. Suddenly, he slaps his dick on your cheek, making lewd and wet sounds. “Open your fuckin’ mouth.”

Obeying his command, you wrap your lips around his leaking tip. You taste the saltiness of his seed on your tongue, trying your best to take more of him. His thick girth was making it hard for you as your jaw immediately feels sore.

His hand flies to grip your hair, making you whine around his cock, causing vibrations. “Look at that pretty little mouth tryna’ take this cock,” he smirks, “Go deeper baby. Gag around my cock if you don't wanna be punished.”

Your hips swivel in need from his words, pussy soaking like a river. You slack your jaw as you sink down on his cock, trying to ignore the harsh gags when his tip hits the back of your throat. Jungkook growls loudly above you, seeing that the corners of your mouth were dripping in saliva.

He uses both of his hands to force you deeper. Your eyes start to water when you swallow just half of his big dick, already being too much for you. The harsh and wet gagging sounds were music to Jungkook's ear, loving to see you struggle. “Mhm, fuck yes,” he grunts, “Choke on that big dick.”

He keeps you down there, feeling sinister as his devilish instincts get the best of him. He ignores your cries and pleads, only focusing on the feeling of the sweet vibrations whenever you moaned around him. Or whenever your throat closes around his shaft when you choked, it was all too good for him.

You immediately tapped on his thighs furiously when you can't take it anymore, but what did he do? He starts fucking your mouth with sharp thrusts of his hips. You whimper, closing your eyes tight as your nails dig into the skin of his thighs. He grabs you by your head as he uses your poor mouth for pleasure.

Trying to breathe through your nose, you ignore the burning sensation in your mouth yet it feels too good. “Ahhhh holy fucking shit,” he grunts, feeling your throat tighten, “Look at that – fuck. Bad little girl aren't you? Mhm? You're my bad, naughty girl.” Jungkook mocks, watching the stream of tears drip down your cheeks.

Finally, he pulled out and there were thick strings of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. He groans loudly, his cock twitching as it lays back on his stomach.

“Ohh, c'mere baby girl, come here.” Jungkook whispers and pulls your body close to him. You straddle his lap, feeling his cock beneath your folds that made you hiss. He wraps his strong arms around you, his face inches close to yours. You try not to be intimidated by his menacing eyes, but he notices this and clutches your throat with one hand, squeezing it again that made you inhale sharply. Jungkook sees your pout, your lips bruised from your numerous bites, and he chuckles.

He tugs you until his lips are right upon your ear. “You wanna cum, baby?”

Your body shivers from how deep and alluring his voice was, although you nod your head. “Please, daddy.”

“Oh but do you deserve it? Do you even deserve a cock like mine?”

You hate how frustrated he can make you. You punch your hands down on his chest, whining, “I-I do…”

Jungkook quirks a brow up, immediately forcing your hands behind your back. He roughly grasps your wrists together with one hand, surely leaving a red bruise. He bites his lip, “You do?” He swiftly lands a spank on your right ass cheek, making you moan. “Then sink down on my cock.”

With a puff of your breath, Jungkook helps you align his dick to your sopping entrance. You couldn’t breathe properly, anticipating what will happen as soon as you slowly sink yourself on his thick tip.

“Ohhh daddy!” Your walls stretch out as you take his tip in, making you feel a harsh, stinging sensation as he rips your walls. If it wasn’t with his impressive girth, it probably wouldn’t hurt as much. Jungkook grunts, his cock throbbing from the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him.

“Fuck yeah,” he watches your pussy take him further, your juices coating his shaft. He tightens his hold on your wrists, slightly bucking his hips up. Jungkook lands another hard, loud spank.

“Daddy you're so b-big,” you moan, almost halfway down his dick but you can't take more of him anymore. Jungkook gets turned on from the sweet tone of your voice, the thought of tainting such a girl like you made him chuckle.

Jungkook feeds himself from the idea of corrupting you, letting you know how it feels to truly rebel. Who the fuck cares about what your parents think? Humans are all going to die anyway, there’s nothing wrong with having a little fun.

You start to bounce up and down slowly, your pussy rubbing against him, feeling the thick protruding veins upon your walls. You dig your nails onto your palm, eyes closed shut as you prop yourself up to your feet.

“That's it, baby. Ride daddy's cock,” he insinuates, watching your face contort in pleasure. With your eyebrows knitted together, eyes shut and mouth wide open, Jungkook’s cock throbs inside of you.

“Look at that fucking face, cant take it?” he snickers.

“I can, I can,” you pant tirelessly, legs getting sore. Your brows drew deeper as you concentrated on the feeling of his cock hitting your sensitive nerves so good, already so close to an orgasm from how big he is.

But Jungkook wanted more. He wants it harder, rougher. He wants to shoot his hot cum so hard and deep inside your fresh womb, filling you up. He wants to wreck your body until you break.

So he releases your hands free and instead grabs a hold of your waist firmly, keeping you still. He plants his feet on the bed and starts to thrust his hips up like crazy.

Your jaw drops into an ‘o’ shape and you release a particular loud squeal. Your hands hold onto his broad shoulder, throwing your head back as he continues to drill your abused cunt. His balls slap against your ass, creating lewd slapping noises.

“Dadddyyyyy!” you shriek, eyes expanding so wide from the unexpected bliss of electric currents shooting down your spine. You can't handle it, your orgasm snapping in a quick second. “I'm—!”

Jungkook groans loudly when your pussy squirts your cum all over his dick and gushes all over his stomach. He fucks you through your mind-blowing orgasm, your eyes rolling back to your head as your legs shake from the unexpecting feeling. Your mind seems to cloud in lust as he doesn’t stop fucking you.

“Shit,” he laughs, “look at this poor little girl.” Jungkook caresses your ass before he spanks it roughly, emitting a whimper from your mouth, kneading the bruised flesh right after. “Squirting all over daddy. You love my big cock so much, huh? You horny, desperate little slut.”

Before you can even process what he just said, he flips you over until you lay down flat on your stomach. He hovers on top of you, keeping his dick in without pulling out. You yelp as he wraps his big hand around your throat, tightly squeezing your jugular without mercy.

“A-ahhh oh—” you choke, letting your forehead down to rest on the sheets as he continues to pound you from behind.

He had absolutely no mercy, using you as his little fucktoy for his pleasure, abusing your pussy like it was made for his demon cock. He chokes you harder, almost making you see stars.

Your cunt throbs once again, signalling that another orgasm is coming near. “Ohhhh fuck fuck fuck fuck!” you moan, heavy puffs of breath coming out of your mouth every time he thrusts into you.

Jungkook feels his nerves getting hotter and hotter, his cock aching to cum. He doesn't think of anything else but the way your walls clench so tightly around him. “Gonna break this motherfucking pussy of yours,” he growls, leaning down until his chest presses against your sweaty back. “I'm gonna fucking paint your walls with my cum, baby. You're gonna take all of it, you're gonna take all of daddy's cum in that tight cunt.”

Your legs squirm, hands closing into fists as you hit the bed over and over from how sensitive you become. Your hands claw the sheets tightly, back arching from the breathtaking pleasure.

“Ahhhh daddy! Ohh my fucking— ahhh yes, yes yes!” your body crumbles, mouth wide open as you scream while you cum for the second time. Your pussy pulses so harshly around his dick, coating it with your juices, making it more wet for him.

He groans, removing his hand from your throat and slaps your ass again. “Naughty little shit right here.” It was so messy, just how he likes it. His cum covered in your glistening arousal, fucking you through your high.

He immediately flips you around again, making you face him. He smirks cockily from your flushed chest and face, noticing that you were having trouble opening your eyes.

He leans down and rests his forearms beside your head, “Take it baby, take it.” he murmurs roughly, his balls getting heavier. “Take my fucking dick.”

Your legs never seem to stop quivering, everything around you seems blurry besides Jungkook's face. How does he still look so handsome and perfect? His black hair falls down his forehead, swaying with every hard thrust, his deep dimples peeking through when he bites his lower lip slowly while he savors the feeling of your warm, wet pussy.

“Gonna cum in you baby,” he pants, holding your cheek in one hand. “Daddy’s gonna cum so fuckin’ hard for you.” You notice a dark, sinister forming his lips as he looks down at you. There it was again, that intimidating, almost teasing look.

He growls roughly, hips staying still inside you as he dips down to gnaw at your shoulder. You hiss, whimpering when he sinks his teeth so harshly into your delicate skin, leaving an ugly mark. “Ah-ahh, daddy!” His cock spurts out warm strings of his seed, filling you up to the brim.

“Mmm, mmm, fuck yeah,” he moans, “take it, Y/n.”

When he pulls his cock out, his pupils enlarge as he sees your arousal dripping out of your cunt and onto your bed. He chuckles, stroking his cock a couple of times to milk himself furthermore, not wasting any of his sperm.

The two of you were breathless, breathing heavily. Your legs feel so sore and you can't feel them either, your ass stinging from his numerous rough spanks.

“Clean yourself up, Y/n.” Jungkook suddenly throws you a wet towel, about to ask him where it came from, although he just stares at you blankly with a quirked brow.

Gulping, you nod and start wiping yourself clean.

He can't leave now. Not after all of this.

There was something that attracted yourself to him. You can't seem to grasp what it is – but whenever Jungkook looks at you in the eyes, you feel like submitting.

It was like your body doesn't belong to you anymore. He possesses your body now.

“Crawl to me, my love.” He whispers, and you were easily drawn to his beautiful eyes.

Still naked, you do as you're told and crawl towards the edge of the bed where he stands. He wears his pants, thankfully covering his goods.

He sighs and softly caresses your cheek with a warm hand, making you flutter your eyes shut whilst leaning against his palm. He hums delightfully, smirking.

“Surrender.” He purrs, eyes drooping down as he looks at you with such gentleness, almost with care. He leans down until your faces are mere inches away from each other. “Surrender to me, my love. And I’ll take you to somewhere you belong.”

Your eyes shimmer, batting your eyelashes as you gawk up at him with eagerness. “W-Where I belong?” you repeat in question.

“Yes, Y/n.” He smiles, showing you his perfect teeth. “Where no one will judge you, no one will criticize you for you. You can be whoever you want, you can do whatever you want. Isn’t that exciting, baby?”

Mouth getting dry, your nerves heat up once again, feeling nothing but anticipation. “Yes.”

Jungkook holds your face in two hands, compelling you to stare unswervingly at his red eyes. “Submit to me, Y/n, and you’ll never worry about this earth’s dreadful problems.” His voice gravelly yet dark, somehow different to his normal human speaking voice.

You didn’t know what he really means by ‘submit’, or where he was supposed to take you. But your mind was telling you to go. Your consciousness speaks to you like someone was whispering in your ear what to do. You kneel before him, still keeping eye-contact. The air around the two of your shifts and it suddenly grows warm as your body starts to sweat.

“Where are…” your voice was breathy, “Where are you taking me?”

Jungkook starts to chuckle, brushing your hair back with his fingers. Suddenly, your heart races when he presses a tender, wet kiss on your forehead. Your eyes widen, heart beating out of your chest when he continues to kiss you down to the bridge of your nose, until it stops right upon your lips. He hovers his mouth right against yours, feeling his warm breath.

He whispers the words so ominously that goosebumps appear all over your arms and legs. “I’m gonna take you down to hell.”

Jungkook watches your face go pale, all the blood leaving your face as you gaze at him with such big, surprised eyes. Without warning, he presses his lips against yours. You can’t keep up with him, his kiss rough and dominating. You whimper when his hand goes to wrap itself around your throat, pulling you closer. His tongue easily slips in your mouth, causing you to gasp. Jungkook smirks through the kiss as he controls the way your mouth moves. The two muscles dance together with such need and passion, hands getting sweaty.

He bites your bottom lip, chewing on the soft flesh while he gently rolls it against his teeth. Jungkook growls, eyebrows furrowing. He can’t seem to get enough of you, wanting you all for himself. He’s addicted to you; your scent, your beautiful eyes, your body, he doesn’t want to leave this earth without you.

He needs you down with him.

Jungkook pulls out as he watches your flushed face, all out of breath. There was nothing else that you could do but whine about the loss of his lips. You were craving more of him. You pout, hoping that he’ll give in but Jungkook just shakes his head with a smirk.

“Answer me, baby. Go down with me, and I’ll treat you so good.” He insinuates, “I’ll treat you like my own fucking queen. Don’t you want that?”

You nod your head furiously, “I do want that,” you say softly.

He clicks his tongue, “Tch, louder.”

“I want it, please. Bring me with you.” Jungkook watches your pupils dilate, growing bigger as you speak. “Please.”

Jungkook smiles. And within a flash, the black smoke that was encircling the two of you all this time thickens and starts to wash over the two of you. You cough uncontrollably yet Jungkook just stands there and watches. The smoke fills your lungs until you lose consciousness.

Sounds of the crackling fire fills your eardrums, and your body tries to accommodate the scorching heat of your surroundings.

Opening your eyes, you see that you’re nowhere in your room, or in the overworld. All that your eyes can see was miles and miles of dark red and black hills, huge torches of fire everywhere, scattered all over the place. There were girls and boys dressed in all black outfits, walking around the place with blank faces, eyes having stripped off of their emotions.

You look down on yourself and thankfully, you were wearing clothes. A tight red dress that hugs your body perfectly, enhancing your curves.

“Y/n.”

A soft voice calls out your name, and you whip around to see Jungkook in his demon form, smiling at you as he sits on his throne. You feel a warm, familiar feeling in your heart as if coming home and going to bed from a long trip. His blazing eyes lead you to a trance.

He beckons you to him for he lifts his right hand out to you. He eyes your body up and down, fixing his posture whilst he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. The way your hips gently sways as you make your way towards him – not losing eye contact – and how your irises burn in desire, it was all that Jungkook asks for.

Your legs move without your permission, leading you up the stone steps to his throne.

His hand was warm when you grasp it, although it was rough and almost hard unlike his human skin, you touch as if there was no difference. You weren’t afraid anymore. Jungkook signals you to sit on his lap, and you gladly obey. With legs on either side of his thigh, you straddle him.

“You’re mine, baby.” Jungkook snarls, “This is your place now.”

“I…” you speak for the first time, “I can’t see my friends and family anymore?”

He shakes his head no with a sly grin.

You exhale, a big smile painting your face. You’ve never felt so content and happy in your entire life.

“Then I love it here.”

Jungkook makes sure that your angels can’t and won’t look for you anymore. He swears that he’ll protect you in every way possible, promising to shield you from anything that will hurt you. Jungkook looks at your beautiful red eyes, feeling your arms wrap around his neck as you pull him close.

The last thing anyone should do is trust a devil — and that goes for your foolish angels.

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