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If we die with this choice I'll go bald

𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔅𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔡

A/N: So, I think it's safe to say, some people vote with their 🍑 and you know what? Fucking respect. Smut is queen ✨️

Summary: Five doors stand before you. Each door will either lead you to your salvation...or your doom.

CW: emotional smut, p in v, multiple orgasm, oral sex (m!receiving), rough sex, cream pie, mental spiral, self harm

<- PREV || FROM THE BEGINNING

The truth sat heavy in your throat, thick and suffocating, refusing to be born into sound. It clawed at the back of your tongue, but the moment your lips parted, the will to speak withered away, shrivelling until there was nothing left.

You raised your eyes to Jinu's eyes, which were once warm, brown, and human but are now internally illuminated by a steady, slow pulse of molten orange. The glow breathed with him, in and out, each flicker stronger than the last. His skin, once unmarked, yielded to the creeping stain of his heritage. Purple veins threaded beneath the surface, and the taint crawled outward, claiming him without mercy.

The pounding in your chest wouldn’t stop. The air burned to inhale. Fear pressed against your ribs, but grief was there too, buried beneath it, grinding like glass in your lungs.

You raised your hand. Your fingers trembled as they brushed his cheek, and his body stilled as though you’d frozen him in place. Then, slowly, he leaned into your palm. The shift in his breath was so slight, so fragile, it felt like you were holding the last flicker of him before the darkness swallowed it whole.

Your forehead rested against his. The tears had stopped, but the world stayed blurred and hazy, the edges running like smeared ink.

“Jinu.” His name escaped you as little more than a breath, weighted like a prayer.

“My love,” he answered, clear and certain, the words pressing into your bones until it hurt to stay here, until it hurt to keep looking at him.

Your lips quivered. You tried to smile. It faltered, breaking apart with a wet, brittle laugh, a sound too thin to survive the air between you.

“I missed you.” The words cracked as soon as they left you, and fresh tears cut hot lines down your skin. Your lips hovered over his. “Please… don’t stop.”

Something jolted through him. His muscles coiled, his breath stuttered, and his gaze locked on yours with an intensity that felt like being gripped by the throat. The orange in his eyes consumed what little brown remained until there was nothing human left.

“Jinu,” you said again, voice trembling, another tear slipping free.

The marks bloomed across him faster now—purple and jagged, spreading like shattering glass, each fragment cutting deeper into the man he used to be.

His hands framed your face, gentle enough to break you, and then his lips were on yours. Once. Twice. Again and again, each kiss more urgent than the last, as if he could smother the truth between them.

When he pulled back, his voice was rough, close to breaking. “I promise… you’ll be safe here. With me…” The promise bent, warped, turned sharp as his lips stretched wider, the curve of his mouth pulling into something that was no longer entirely human. “For all eternity, priestess. I’ll keep you safe right here.”

You felt like something deep inside you gave way. At first, it was soft, like the sound of thin ice breaking under your feet, but it got worse and worse until it felt like nothing was holding you together.

You nodded, humming low, and closed your eyes.

He pushed you back, covering your bare form with his heat. His arm braced beside your head. The weight of him was all around you, the smell of him, the burning of his skin. You could no longer see the Jinu who once stood steadfast at your side.

The blunt, swollen head of his cock pressed hard against your soaked entrance, his hips grinding just enough to make you feel how much you were already straining to take him. The heat radiating from him made your thighs twitch around his waist. “A reunion,” he muttered, voice thick and guttural, his breath hot against your lips. He pushed forward, not with patience, but with the cruel slowness of a predator savouring the first bite. Inch by inch, your body was forced open for him, your slick stretching to wrap around every ridge, every throbbing vein. “To us… once more.”

Your gasp broke into a ragged cry as your back arched. He filled you deeper and deeper until the base of him ground against your swollen folds, the heavy weight of his cock throbbing inside you. Your walls clenched desperately around him, trying to adjust to the unbearable heat, but he wasn’t giving you time. He stayed buried to the hilt, chest rising and falling, like he was holding back from devouring you whole.

The faint warmth in his eyes was gone. Now, it was burned away by the raw hunger twisting his features. His lips peeled into a grin that was nothing but teeth, a dark chuckle rolling from his chest like it was pulled from something older and far less human.

His hips tore back and slammed forward in one brutal thrust that punched a sharp cry from your throat. The pleasure was raw, jagged, threaded with pain, and it only made him groan low and deep as if the sound of your hurt fed him.

His hands—once human—clamped down on you, claws digging into your flesh, holding you in place as if you were prey that might try to run. The bite of pain bloomed hot across your shoulders, the sharp sting swallowed by the molten wave of pleasure that followed each thrust.

He pulled out to the head, then drove back in with a snarl, hips crashing into you, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every punishing stroke. Your legs opened wider, your body betraying you, welcoming the brutal rhythm.

The sound of your slick cunt echoed between you, each wet slap loud and shameless. You could feel the thick crown of him pounding at your cervix, every thrust a hard, deliberate claim.

“I’ve been waiting,” he growled, the words barely human, vibrating low in his throat. “Waiting to fuck you again, priestess.” His hips snapped faster, each stroke so deep it left you gasping, your fingers clawing at the bedding for something to hold on to.

The pressure in your belly coiled tight, unbearable. “J-Jinu—” His name broke in a moan as your body locked around him, your orgasm hitting like a surge of white heat. Your walls convulsed, clutching him in greedy pulses, but he didn’t relent. He fucked you harder, through every tremor, through your breathless sobs, using your spasms to wring more pleasure from you.

The wet squelch of your cunt was filthy in your ears, your slick dripping down to coat his heavy balls. With a rough growl, he tore himself from you, leaving you empty and trembling. His cock stood hard and flushed, smeared with your cream, twitching with every beat of his pulse.

He dragged his tongue across his lower lip, gaze crawling over your heaving chest before dropping to your glistening, fluttering cunt. The hunger in his eyes was no longer just lust. It was possession, the look of something that had claimed you and would never let you go.

He manhandled you like you weighed nothing, flipping and dragging you until your chest hit the sheets and your knees sank into the mattress. A sharp tug on your hair yanked your head back, your breath catching in your throat. His other hand hooked hard under your hip, hauling you up, and then he drove his cock back into you with one brutal thrust that punched the air from your lungs.

The shock lit up your spine, sharp and electric, forcing a yelp from you that melted into a long, needy moan. The new angle had him so deep and tight, it felt like he was splitting you open. Your ass slapped against his hips with every savage stroke, the force rocking you forward only for him to drag you back by your hair, keeping you right where he wanted you.

He bent over you, pressing your back into a deep bow, until his other hand slid under your chest. Claws grazed your skin before he found your nipple, pinching and rolling it between sharp fingers until you whimpered.

“It’s… too much—” The words came out half-sob, half-plea, but he didn’t stop.

He yanked you upright until your spine pressed to the solid wall of his chest. His sharp teeth grazed your ear, his breath fanning hot across your skin. “You can take all of me,” he growled, his voice dropping into something primal. “You always have.” He drove into you with a grunt, hitting your g-spot so perfectly your mind emptied, every thought evaporating until there was nothing but him and the aching, pulsing need between your legs.

Both hands moved to your breasts, kneading them roughly, squeezing until your nipples ached. The thick head of his cock pressed and rubbed over your g-spot again and again, the pleasure winding tight inside you. You bit your lip, choking on a gasp, your stomach clenching as another orgasm built dangerously close to the first.

His hand slid down your belly, fingers finding your swollen clit and circling it with maddening precision. You jerked, thighs trembling, every nerve screaming from the overload. Your hands clawed at his arms—thick, hard muscle under your fingertips—trying to anchor yourself while he fucked your cunt and teased your clit at the same time.

It was too much, too quick, and before you knew it, you shattered with a cry, heat flooding through you as wetness spilled down your thighs. The pleasure was so sharp it made your vision blur, your body shaking against his.

A low, breathy chuckle rumbled against your back as you sobbed from the intensity. Then he shoved you forward, pressing your face into the bed. Your hips stayed high, helpless, and his grip tightened on your waist before he slammed back into you.

The scream that tore from your throat morphed into a shameless moan, saliva slipping from the corner of your mouth. The world blurred at the edges, every sense narrowed to the brutal rhythm of his cock driving into you.

The sound of skin smacking skin filled the room—whether from his hips pounding against you or his palm coming down to spank your ass, you couldn’t tell anymore. Everything was heat, sound, and sensation, until you were floating, weightless, carried on another crashing wave of raw, mindless pleasure.

Your lips curved into a dazed, fucked-out smile, trembling as his cock stretched you to the limit, dragging over every sensitive ridge inside you. Each deep thrust rubbed your raw, fluttering walls until you were shivering from overstimulation, the pleasure so sharp it felt like your body couldn’t contain it.

“My love… my love,” he groaned, his voice breaking into something guttural and dangerous. His thrusts turned erratic. Two brutal slams knocked the breath from your chest before he buried himself to the hilt, locked deep.

You felt him swell inside you, the thick, insistent pulse of his cock twitching as he spilled himself, the molten flood spreading through you in slow, decadent waves. Your spine bowed, nails curling into the sheets, the fullness and heat so intense it made your vision haze.

When he finally slid out, your walls clenched desperately around nothing, the gush of his seed leaking from you in thick, wet dribbles down your thighs.

Before you could even catch your breath, he shifted your body, brushing your hair back to see your face. His eyes burned like suns too close, too bright to survive, and his voice was a low, feral rasp. “More.”

Then his cock was in front of you, glistening with your combined release, thick and flushed, still half-hard. Your mouth opened before you could think as the earthy, musky, intoxicating smell of him hit you. You licked him clean like something starved, swirling your tongue around the head, savouring the taste of him and yourself in one filthy mouthful.

He thrust into your mouth even before he’d fully hardened again, his pace shallow but hungry, his length thickening against your tongue. You swallowed around him greedily, the slick heat of your throat coaxing him back to full, aching hardness.

Your pussy was still lazily dripping with his cum when you leaned back, spreading your thighs wide and pulling your swollen folds apart with trembling fingers. The mess between your legs glistened under his gaze.

“Please,” you breathed, your voice shaking, your hole fluttering at nothing. “Fill me again… keep me full forever.”

Something inside him snapped. His two thick, claw-tipped fingers pressed against you, enveloping the air with the obscene squelch of his own cum. You tipped your head back, throat bared, moaning as he scissored you open, the stretch deliberate and cruel.

“Look at you,” he growled, his voice curling low and dangerous. “You gave your heart to me without hesitation… and now you’re nothing but my perfect little hole to ruin.”

His palm ground against your swollen clit, sending a violent shudder through your body. Your legs trembled, your cunt clenching desperately around his fingers, milking them for more.

When you looked up at him, eyes glassy, you smiled—bright and airy despite the filth dripping down your thighs. “More… more…” you whispered, the words spilling out like prayer.

“If you drown in me,” he murmured, pressing in deeper, “there’ll be nothing left of you but mine.”

You cried out, your body tightening around his fingers, only for him to pull them away suddenly.

The loss was a knife, but it became something better when he shoved his cum-coated fingers past your lips, pressing them down against your tongue until you moaned around the taste.

The heavy, hot crown of his cock nudged your folds before slamming forward, splitting you open in one brutal thrust. He fucked your mouth with his fingers while pounding your cunt with the thick, relentless drive of someone intent on claiming every inch of you.

Every thrust pressed his length so deep it felt like he was rearranging you, and every push of his fingers in your mouth tasted of your own submission. Your mind floated, untethered, lost entirely to him.

You weren’t just being fucked. You were being devoured, body and soul, until there was no space left for anything but Jinu.

But, even in a place of eternal pleasure, there were moments where the haze thinned...moments to breathe, to feel the silence press in.

When your eyes fluttered open in that timeless void, you turned your head to find Jinu sleeping beside you. The calm of his bare chest rose and fell, but the rest of him… was entirely swallowed in his curse now, every inch blackened and crawling with the diseased markings.

Between your thighs, the tacky drag of drying seed clung to your skin, a grim reminder of what had been taken, what you had given.

Your body felt hollow when you slipped off the bed, each step on the cold floor pulling you further from warmth. The statue stood in the centre of the chamber. The priestess’s stone form, where her face was long since torn away and nothing but a jagged void where divinity once looked back, remained.

You reached out, fingertips brushing the weather-worn stone. Maybe you wanted grounding. Maybe you wanted forgiveness. Instead, tears began to well unbidden.

And then the voice came.

That cruel, venom-laced whisper.

“You had a duty.”

“You failed.”

“You traitor.”

The air itself seemed to blister against your skin. You staggered back, knees buckling, hands clamping over your ears as though you could shut it out. The words wrapped around you, tightening, repeating, repeating, repeating until they became your only air.

You shut your eyes, but the memories came anyway. A flash of agony searing through you. Jinu’s hands slick with blood—your blood—your gaze locking with his just before everything went dark.

Over and over. The betrayal bloomed again and again in your mind like petals of rot unfurling.

Jinu betr—

The thought was ripped away by a sudden cackle. High-pitched. Unhinged. Your spine stiffened before you realized—

It was you.

You were the one laughing.

A crack splintered inside you, loud and jagged. Painful and yet... intoxicating.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The sound scraped your throat raw.

Tainted. 

Defiled. 

Your skin shifted, veins blooming with black corruption. The same curse that swallowed men whole now crawled over you like a lover’s hand.

You, the priestess. 

The light of your people. 

Their hope.

Now. 

Extinguished.

You could taste the metallic tang of ruin as you laughed harder, shoulders shaking, nails lengthening into blades.

You had given your heart. Again. Again. And for what?

You turned to the statue’s faceless visage—empty sockets where eyes should be, lips eroded into silence. 

No grace. 

No god. 

No salvation.

Your blackened hands flexed, claws catching the dim light. The whispers pressed tighter into your skull, dripping poison and truth in equal measure. You laughed harder to drown them, but they only grew louder—THE TRUTH, THE TRUTH, THE TRUTH—until you felt you might rip your own head apart.

“My love…?”

Jinu’s voice cut through the static, slicing straight into your madness.

Love.

The word didn’t sound right anymore. It scraped in your ears like broken glass, soft at first, then shrill and cutting.

Did he really?

If he did… then—

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

“You… love me, right, Jinu?” The sound of your dry, cracked voice startled you; it shook like your throat had broken. Your tears streamed faster, blurring him into nothing but shape and shadow. “You lo–love me… right?”

A breath.

Then you laughed once more.

Too loud, too sharp, spilling like bile from your chest until it burned, until it scraped at the back of your throat, until your ribs felt ready to snap from the force of it.

He betra—

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

It ripped out of you like you were being skinned alive from the inside. You didn’t know whose scream it was—yours, his, or some other thing that had taken root in your head.

Your claws rose without command, curved black and gleaming, and drove into your eyes. Once. Twice. Again. And again. The wet, muted thunk of each puncture mixed with the rush of your own breath. Pain tried to exist, but it was smothered beneath the pounding pulse in your skull, the whispering static that flooded your mind.

You didn’t need to see.

The priestess statue didn’t see.

The priestess statue didn’t speak.

The priestess statue didn’t think.

You didn’t need sight.

You didn’t need words.

You didn’t need thought.

All you needed was the belief.

The belief that he loves you.

Now. 

Still. 

Always.

You could hold that, cradle it, worship it. If only you cut deep enough to hollow out everything else.

So you kept going.

Skin peeling beneath your claws, warm wetness slipping down your cheeks like new tears. Your body shuddered with each rip, each loss, each piece of yourself you left on the cold floor.

The whispers grew louder—truth, truth, truth—and the laughter tried to drown them out, high and unhinged, until you weren’t sure if it was your mouth moving or if the sound came from somewhere beneath your skin.

The darkness thickened, swallowing shapes, swallowing air.

You knelt, swaying, hands slick, breath ragged.

Until...

No sight. 

No sound. 

No thought.

Only the unbroken truth curling its fingers around you like a lover’s embrace.

Not in the light.

Never again in the light.

Only in the perfect, suffocating dark.

When your eyes opened, Jinu was sitting next to your bed, still. His presence was heavy in the air. Somewhere deep inside, a fragile shard of yourself shattered and slipped away, lost in the vast hollow left behind.

Your mind felt fractured, like you’d stepped through a warped mirror where everything was distorted and wrong, a world where colours bled and sounds twisted into echoes you barely recognized.

Then, without warning, Jinu leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours.

And you… you broke.

Tears spilled freely, streaming down your cheeks as you wept for the pieces stolen, for the future that slipped through your fingers like smoke. You cried for the love that once felt so certain, but now seemed just out of reach...shattered and fragile.

When he finally pulled away, your lips trembled, your heart heavy with aching loss. And with a voice raw and fragile, you finally gave shape to the silence in your soul, voicing the truth that had been buried deep inside all along.

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Wow. We died again. No shock. Leave to the asswipes to kill us again with their horniness. Give up for fuck face everybody!

Anyways this was an amazing read! Thoroughly enjoyed like always. Very creative death! Yum

𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔅𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔡

A/N: So, I think it's safe to say, some people vote with their 🍑 and you know what? Fucking respect. Smut is queen ✨️

Summary: Five doors stand before you. Each door will either lead you to your salvation...or your doom.

CW: emotional smut, p in v, multiple orgasm, oral sex (m!receiving), rough sex, cream pie, mental spiral, self harm

<- PREV || FROM THE BEGINNING

The truth sat heavy in your throat, thick and suffocating, refusing to be born into sound. It clawed at the back of your tongue, but the moment your lips parted, the will to speak withered away, shrivelling until there was nothing left.

You raised your eyes to Jinu's eyes, which were once warm, brown, and human but are now internally illuminated by a steady, slow pulse of molten orange. The glow breathed with him, in and out, each flicker stronger than the last. His skin, once unmarked, yielded to the creeping stain of his heritage. Purple veins threaded beneath the surface, and the taint crawled outward, claiming him without mercy.

The pounding in your chest wouldn’t stop. The air burned to inhale. Fear pressed against your ribs, but grief was there too, buried beneath it, grinding like glass in your lungs.

You raised your hand. Your fingers trembled as they brushed his cheek, and his body stilled as though you’d frozen him in place. Then, slowly, he leaned into your palm. The shift in his breath was so slight, so fragile, it felt like you were holding the last flicker of him before the darkness swallowed it whole.

Your forehead rested against his. The tears had stopped, but the world stayed blurred and hazy, the edges running like smeared ink.

“Jinu.” His name escaped you as little more than a breath, weighted like a prayer.

“My love,” he answered, clear and certain, the words pressing into your bones until it hurt to stay here, until it hurt to keep looking at him.

Your lips quivered. You tried to smile. It faltered, breaking apart with a wet, brittle laugh, a sound too thin to survive the air between you.

“I missed you.” The words cracked as soon as they left you, and fresh tears cut hot lines down your skin. Your lips hovered over his. “Please… don’t stop.”

Something jolted through him. His muscles coiled, his breath stuttered, and his gaze locked on yours with an intensity that felt like being gripped by the throat. The orange in his eyes consumed what little brown remained until there was nothing human left.

“Jinu,” you said again, voice trembling, another tear slipping free.

The marks bloomed across him faster now—purple and jagged, spreading like shattering glass, each fragment cutting deeper into the man he used to be.

His hands framed your face, gentle enough to break you, and then his lips were on yours. Once. Twice. Again and again, each kiss more urgent than the last, as if he could smother the truth between them.

When he pulled back, his voice was rough, close to breaking. “I promise… you’ll be safe here. With me…” The promise bent, warped, turned sharp as his lips stretched wider, the curve of his mouth pulling into something that was no longer entirely human. “For all eternity, priestess. I’ll keep you safe right here.”

You felt like something deep inside you gave way. At first, it was soft, like the sound of thin ice breaking under your feet, but it got worse and worse until it felt like nothing was holding you together.

You nodded, humming low, and closed your eyes.

He pushed you back, covering your bare form with his heat. His arm braced beside your head. The weight of him was all around you, the smell of him, the burning of his skin. You could no longer see the Jinu who once stood steadfast at your side.

The blunt, swollen head of his cock pressed hard against your soaked entrance, his hips grinding just enough to make you feel how much you were already straining to take him. The heat radiating from him made your thighs twitch around his waist. “A reunion,” he muttered, voice thick and guttural, his breath hot against your lips. He pushed forward, not with patience, but with the cruel slowness of a predator savouring the first bite. Inch by inch, your body was forced open for him, your slick stretching to wrap around every ridge, every throbbing vein. “To us… once more.”

Your gasp broke into a ragged cry as your back arched. He filled you deeper and deeper until the base of him ground against your swollen folds, the heavy weight of his cock throbbing inside you. Your walls clenched desperately around him, trying to adjust to the unbearable heat, but he wasn’t giving you time. He stayed buried to the hilt, chest rising and falling, like he was holding back from devouring you whole.

The faint warmth in his eyes was gone. Now, it was burned away by the raw hunger twisting his features. His lips peeled into a grin that was nothing but teeth, a dark chuckle rolling from his chest like it was pulled from something older and far less human.

His hips tore back and slammed forward in one brutal thrust that punched a sharp cry from your throat. The pleasure was raw, jagged, threaded with pain, and it only made him groan low and deep as if the sound of your hurt fed him.

His hands—once human—clamped down on you, claws digging into your flesh, holding you in place as if you were prey that might try to run. The bite of pain bloomed hot across your shoulders, the sharp sting swallowed by the molten wave of pleasure that followed each thrust.

He pulled out to the head, then drove back in with a snarl, hips crashing into you, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every punishing stroke. Your legs opened wider, your body betraying you, welcoming the brutal rhythm.

The sound of your slick cunt echoed between you, each wet slap loud and shameless. You could feel the thick crown of him pounding at your cervix, every thrust a hard, deliberate claim.

“I’ve been waiting,” he growled, the words barely human, vibrating low in his throat. “Waiting to fuck you again, priestess.” His hips snapped faster, each stroke so deep it left you gasping, your fingers clawing at the bedding for something to hold on to.

The pressure in your belly coiled tight, unbearable. “J-Jinu—” His name broke in a moan as your body locked around him, your orgasm hitting like a surge of white heat. Your walls convulsed, clutching him in greedy pulses, but he didn’t relent. He fucked you harder, through every tremor, through your breathless sobs, using your spasms to wring more pleasure from you.

The wet squelch of your cunt was filthy in your ears, your slick dripping down to coat his heavy balls. With a rough growl, he tore himself from you, leaving you empty and trembling. His cock stood hard and flushed, smeared with your cream, twitching with every beat of his pulse.

He dragged his tongue across his lower lip, gaze crawling over your heaving chest before dropping to your glistening, fluttering cunt. The hunger in his eyes was no longer just lust. It was possession, the look of something that had claimed you and would never let you go.

He manhandled you like you weighed nothing, flipping and dragging you until your chest hit the sheets and your knees sank into the mattress. A sharp tug on your hair yanked your head back, your breath catching in your throat. His other hand hooked hard under your hip, hauling you up, and then he drove his cock back into you with one brutal thrust that punched the air from your lungs.

The shock lit up your spine, sharp and electric, forcing a yelp from you that melted into a long, needy moan. The new angle had him so deep and tight, it felt like he was splitting you open. Your ass slapped against his hips with every savage stroke, the force rocking you forward only for him to drag you back by your hair, keeping you right where he wanted you.

He bent over you, pressing your back into a deep bow, until his other hand slid under your chest. Claws grazed your skin before he found your nipple, pinching and rolling it between sharp fingers until you whimpered.

“It’s… too much—” The words came out half-sob, half-plea, but he didn’t stop.

He yanked you upright until your spine pressed to the solid wall of his chest. His sharp teeth grazed your ear, his breath fanning hot across your skin. “You can take all of me,” he growled, his voice dropping into something primal. “You always have.” He drove into you with a grunt, hitting your g-spot so perfectly your mind emptied, every thought evaporating until there was nothing but him and the aching, pulsing need between your legs.

Both hands moved to your breasts, kneading them roughly, squeezing until your nipples ached. The thick head of his cock pressed and rubbed over your g-spot again and again, the pleasure winding tight inside you. You bit your lip, choking on a gasp, your stomach clenching as another orgasm built dangerously close to the first.

His hand slid down your belly, fingers finding your swollen clit and circling it with maddening precision. You jerked, thighs trembling, every nerve screaming from the overload. Your hands clawed at his arms—thick, hard muscle under your fingertips—trying to anchor yourself while he fucked your cunt and teased your clit at the same time.

It was too much, too quick, and before you knew it, you shattered with a cry, heat flooding through you as wetness spilled down your thighs. The pleasure was so sharp it made your vision blur, your body shaking against his.

A low, breathy chuckle rumbled against your back as you sobbed from the intensity. Then he shoved you forward, pressing your face into the bed. Your hips stayed high, helpless, and his grip tightened on your waist before he slammed back into you.

The scream that tore from your throat morphed into a shameless moan, saliva slipping from the corner of your mouth. The world blurred at the edges, every sense narrowed to the brutal rhythm of his cock driving into you.

The sound of skin smacking skin filled the room—whether from his hips pounding against you or his palm coming down to spank your ass, you couldn’t tell anymore. Everything was heat, sound, and sensation, until you were floating, weightless, carried on another crashing wave of raw, mindless pleasure.

Your lips curved into a dazed, fucked-out smile, trembling as his cock stretched you to the limit, dragging over every sensitive ridge inside you. Each deep thrust rubbed your raw, fluttering walls until you were shivering from overstimulation, the pleasure so sharp it felt like your body couldn’t contain it.

“My love… my love,” he groaned, his voice breaking into something guttural and dangerous. His thrusts turned erratic. Two brutal slams knocked the breath from your chest before he buried himself to the hilt, locked deep.

You felt him swell inside you, the thick, insistent pulse of his cock twitching as he spilled himself, the molten flood spreading through you in slow, decadent waves. Your spine bowed, nails curling into the sheets, the fullness and heat so intense it made your vision haze.

When he finally slid out, your walls clenched desperately around nothing, the gush of his seed leaking from you in thick, wet dribbles down your thighs.

Before you could even catch your breath, he shifted your body, brushing your hair back to see your face. His eyes burned like suns too close, too bright to survive, and his voice was a low, feral rasp. “More.”

Then his cock was in front of you, glistening with your combined release, thick and flushed, still half-hard. Your mouth opened before you could think as the earthy, musky, intoxicating smell of him hit you. You licked him clean like something starved, swirling your tongue around the head, savouring the taste of him and yourself in one filthy mouthful.

He thrust into your mouth even before he’d fully hardened again, his pace shallow but hungry, his length thickening against your tongue. You swallowed around him greedily, the slick heat of your throat coaxing him back to full, aching hardness.

Your pussy was still lazily dripping with his cum when you leaned back, spreading your thighs wide and pulling your swollen folds apart with trembling fingers. The mess between your legs glistened under his gaze.

“Please,” you breathed, your voice shaking, your hole fluttering at nothing. “Fill me again… keep me full forever.”

Something inside him snapped. His two thick, claw-tipped fingers pressed against you, enveloping the air with the obscene squelch of his own cum. You tipped your head back, throat bared, moaning as he scissored you open, the stretch deliberate and cruel.

“Look at you,” he growled, his voice curling low and dangerous. “You gave your heart to me without hesitation… and now you’re nothing but my perfect little hole to ruin.”

His palm ground against your swollen clit, sending a violent shudder through your body. Your legs trembled, your cunt clenching desperately around his fingers, milking them for more.

When you looked up at him, eyes glassy, you smiled—bright and airy despite the filth dripping down your thighs. “More… more…” you whispered, the words spilling out like prayer.

“If you drown in me,” he murmured, pressing in deeper, “there’ll be nothing left of you but mine.”

You cried out, your body tightening around his fingers, only for him to pull them away suddenly.

The loss was a knife, but it became something better when he shoved his cum-coated fingers past your lips, pressing them down against your tongue until you moaned around the taste.

The heavy, hot crown of his cock nudged your folds before slamming forward, splitting you open in one brutal thrust. He fucked your mouth with his fingers while pounding your cunt with the thick, relentless drive of someone intent on claiming every inch of you.

Every thrust pressed his length so deep it felt like he was rearranging you, and every push of his fingers in your mouth tasted of your own submission. Your mind floated, untethered, lost entirely to him.

You weren’t just being fucked. You were being devoured, body and soul, until there was no space left for anything but Jinu.

But, even in a place of eternal pleasure, there were moments where the haze thinned...moments to breathe, to feel the silence press in.

When your eyes fluttered open in that timeless void, you turned your head to find Jinu sleeping beside you. The calm of his bare chest rose and fell, but the rest of him… was entirely swallowed in his curse now, every inch blackened and crawling with the diseased markings.

Between your thighs, the tacky drag of drying seed clung to your skin, a grim reminder of what had been taken, what you had given.

Your body felt hollow when you slipped off the bed, each step on the cold floor pulling you further from warmth. The statue stood in the centre of the chamber. The priestess’s stone form, where her face was long since torn away and nothing but a jagged void where divinity once looked back, remained.

You reached out, fingertips brushing the weather-worn stone. Maybe you wanted grounding. Maybe you wanted forgiveness. Instead, tears began to well unbidden.

And then the voice came.

That cruel, venom-laced whisper.

“You had a duty.”

“You failed.”

“You traitor.”

The air itself seemed to blister against your skin. You staggered back, knees buckling, hands clamping over your ears as though you could shut it out. The words wrapped around you, tightening, repeating, repeating, repeating until they became your only air.

You shut your eyes, but the memories came anyway. A flash of agony searing through you. Jinu’s hands slick with blood—your blood—your gaze locking with his just before everything went dark.

Over and over. The betrayal bloomed again and again in your mind like petals of rot unfurling.

Jinu betr—

The thought was ripped away by a sudden cackle. High-pitched. Unhinged. Your spine stiffened before you realized—

It was you.

You were the one laughing.

A crack splintered inside you, loud and jagged. Painful and yet... intoxicating.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The sound scraped your throat raw.

Tainted. 

Defiled. 

Your skin shifted, veins blooming with black corruption. The same curse that swallowed men whole now crawled over you like a lover’s hand.

You, the priestess. 

The light of your people. 

Their hope.

Now. 

Extinguished.

You could taste the metallic tang of ruin as you laughed harder, shoulders shaking, nails lengthening into blades.

You had given your heart. Again. Again. And for what?

You turned to the statue’s faceless visage—empty sockets where eyes should be, lips eroded into silence. 

No grace. 

No god. 

No salvation.

Your blackened hands flexed, claws catching the dim light. The whispers pressed tighter into your skull, dripping poison and truth in equal measure. You laughed harder to drown them, but they only grew louder—THE TRUTH, THE TRUTH, THE TRUTH—until you felt you might rip your own head apart.

“My love…?”

Jinu’s voice cut through the static, slicing straight into your madness.

Love.

The word didn’t sound right anymore. It scraped in your ears like broken glass, soft at first, then shrill and cutting.

Did he really?

If he did… then—

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

“You… love me, right, Jinu?” The sound of your dry, cracked voice startled you; it shook like your throat had broken. Your tears streamed faster, blurring him into nothing but shape and shadow. “You lo–love me… right?”

A breath.

Then you laughed once more.

Too loud, too sharp, spilling like bile from your chest until it burned, until it scraped at the back of your throat, until your ribs felt ready to snap from the force of it.

He betra—

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

It ripped out of you like you were being skinned alive from the inside. You didn’t know whose scream it was—yours, his, or some other thing that had taken root in your head.

Your claws rose without command, curved black and gleaming, and drove into your eyes. Once. Twice. Again. And again. The wet, muted thunk of each puncture mixed with the rush of your own breath. Pain tried to exist, but it was smothered beneath the pounding pulse in your skull, the whispering static that flooded your mind.

You didn’t need to see.

The priestess statue didn’t see.

The priestess statue didn’t speak.

The priestess statue didn’t think.

You didn’t need sight.

You didn’t need words.

You didn’t need thought.

All you needed was the belief.

The belief that he loves you.

Now. 

Still. 

Always.

You could hold that, cradle it, worship it. If only you cut deep enough to hollow out everything else.

So you kept going.

Skin peeling beneath your claws, warm wetness slipping down your cheeks like new tears. Your body shuddered with each rip, each loss, each piece of yourself you left on the cold floor.

The whispers grew louder—truth, truth, truth—and the laughter tried to drown them out, high and unhinged, until you weren’t sure if it was your mouth moving or if the sound came from somewhere beneath your skin.

The darkness thickened, swallowing shapes, swallowing air.

You knelt, swaying, hands slick, breath ragged.

Until...

No sight. 

No sound. 

No thought.

Only the unbroken truth curling its fingers around you like a lover’s embrace.

Not in the light.

Never again in the light.

Only in the perfect, suffocating dark.

When your eyes opened, Jinu was sitting next to your bed, still. His presence was heavy in the air. Somewhere deep inside, a fragile shard of yourself shattered and slipped away, lost in the vast hollow left behind.

Your mind felt fractured, like you’d stepped through a warped mirror where everything was distorted and wrong, a world where colours bled and sounds twisted into echoes you barely recognized.

Then, without warning, Jinu leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours.

And you… you broke.

Tears spilled freely, streaming down your cheeks as you wept for the pieces stolen, for the future that slipped through your fingers like smoke. You cried for the love that once felt so certain, but now seemed just out of reach...shattered and fragile.

When he finally pulled away, your lips trembled, your heart heavy with aching loss. And with a voice raw and fragile, you finally gave shape to the silence in your soul, voicing the truth that had been buried deep inside all along.

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What the FUCK!? Somebody is getting ran over with an 18 wheeler. This is why some people shouldn't be allowed to make decisions cause this is some bull shit. I've never been so fucking mad at the world.

ℜ𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔊𝔲𝔦𝔩𝔱

A/N: Now...are we ready to truly feel the weight of your decision?

Rules: You have five tries to try and unlock the true ending. After five failed attempts, that's a permanent game over. Each door will lead you to several options. Choose wisely. And most importantly, have fun!

Summary: Five doors stand before you. Each door will either lead you to your salvation...or your doom.

CW: emotional smut, p in v

<- PREV || FROM THE BEGINNING

The door loomed before you, its charred surface exuding the acrid scent of ash and smoldered fire. A crushing melancholy sat on your chest like a stone slab, and underneath it churned a guilt so vast it swallowed thought and breath alike. You trembled as you stood there, not from cold, but from an unreachable memory. Your body remembered what your mind refused to recall. Another door. Another time. A pain that had cracked you open and hollowed you out.

Your stomach twisted, nausea rising like bile from some ancient wound inside you. But still, you swallowed it. You pressed the fear down like a lid on boiling water, even as your hand, hesitant and shivering, reached out.

As soon as your fingers touched the tarnished brass handle, the door trembled, vibrating with a peculiar hum that resonated throughout your body. Then the light, bright and devouring, rushed forward, filling your vision and engulfing everything else. You gasped, eyes squeezed shut against the blinding brightness as your very soul felt pulled thin, stretched taut like silk on a loom.

And then—

A scent. Lavender. Soft and comforting. It drifted through your senses like a lullaby. Your eyes fluttered open. The sunlight poured through a tall window, warm and golden, kissing your skin. You stood quietly beside it, no longer trembling, no longer lost. Your body moved with tranquil grace, as if it belonged here.

You wore a hanbok of the purest white, delicate as snow under moonlight. Golden dragons were stitched along the sleeves, dancing with each movement you made. Your hair flowed freely down your back, damp from a recent bath, the scent of soap and lavender mingling in the air. Peace clung to your limbs like silk.

“Priestess.”

The voice was a whisper of warmth, low and reverent. It slipped through the air like honey.

You turned, and your breath caught.

Joy bloomed. Unrestrained, radiant, and blinding in its purity. A smile stretched across your lips before you realized it. He was there, kneeling before you, clad in a black hanbok that contrasted the pale white and gold in your own. His ebony hair fell slightly over his brow, swept to the side in that same boyish way you remembered.

“Jinu!” His name escaped your lips with a breathless laugh, your arms reaching for him as naturally as your heartbeat. Like you'd done it a thousand times before. Like your soul knew.

He rose slowly, reverently, as if the moment itself was holy. Then his arms were around you, grounding, solid, and warm. You buried your face against his chest and breathed in his scent, of a mountain with fresh river flowing, warmth, and something that was only his. You melted. Completely.

His lips pressed to the crown of your head, a silent prayer. “You’re far too generous with your affection, Priestess,” he murmured, amusement laced in gentle warning.

You tilted your face up to meet his gaze, a small pout tugging at your lips. “Not with everyone,” you whispered. “You’re…” Your voice softened, eyes locking with his. “You’re special to me.”

Something flickered across his face. A shadow of an unnamed emotion followed by something softer. Pain. Longing. His golden-flecked eyes seemed to shimmer, catching the sunlight like cracked glass. Then his hands cupped your face, gentle and steady, like you were something sacred. Something he had once broken and would never dare to again.

His lips brushed yours, and the world stilled.

“I don’t deserve this,” he breathed, voice rough with emotion. “I don’t deserve you.”

His thumb traced your cheek, tender and reverent, before you could say anything. “But if you offer it freely,” he whispered, “I will never turn it away.”

His kiss deepened, and with it, the aching restraint unravelled. His hands slid down, slow and deliberate, peeling back the layers of silk that separated you. Heat flared between you as he pressed his hips against yours, his need unmistakable. The air turned heavy with desire, the sacred and the sinful dancing between heartbeats, and for that moment… nothing else existed but the two of you.

You undid the knot of his hanbok, each layer slipping off like petals in the wind. The silk whispered down his arms and legs, pooling at his feet in delicate waves. 

A shiver coursed over your bare skin, not from the air, but from the weight of his gaze and the growing warmth radiating from his body, now so close, so impossibly near.

Jinu moved closer, his presence wrapping around you like heat from a sacred fire. Your fingers reached up to brush aside the strands of his inky black hair, sweeping them from his brow. You looked into his deep brown eyes that had gold glints in them. 

Your touch trailed lower, across the ridge of his collarbone, then further, over the strength of his chest. 

“I always thought…” you murmured, fingers pausing over his heart, “…that I couldn’t trust demons.”

He said nothing at first, only leaned in, lips brushing your shoulder with aching tenderness. His sigh was long, contented, as though your skin offered him a kind of sanctuary he'd never known. His bare body moulded to yours, warmth enveloping every inch of you.

“You can always trust me,” he whispered, and there was no plea in his voice, only truth. With hands that trembled just slightly, he guided you toward the futon, helping you lie down, reverent in every movement.

He hovered above you, arms bracketing your head, his face so close you could feel his breath on your lips.

You smiled, a soft, sad thing, as your legs rose to cradle his hips. “When I lost…” The names lingered on the edge of your lips, yet your mind refused to remember them. Too painful. Too distant. “I swore, to them… that I would rid this world of evil.”

Your arms wrapped around him like vines seeking something solid, your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. You could hear his heartbeat slowly and steadily there, anchoring and quieting.

“You will,” he said, and his voice trembled just as his body did. The tip of his cock nudged against your folds, teasing your entrance with a reverence that made you gasp. Then, with exhale and intent, he pressed forward.

Your breath caught. A soft, broken sound slipped past your lips as your body yielded, opened to him. He filled you slowly, inch by inch, until he was seated deep inside, his breath stuttering in your ear.

“Only those who can live beside humans…” he murmured, voice husky and raw, “…will be spared by you.”

Then, as his hips started to move, he gave you a tender, desperate kiss as his words turned into a gentle moan. His cock dragged along your inner walls, scraping against the most sensitive places, and each thrust stoked a fire deep in your core.

“Jinu…” you gasped, your moan catching in the back of your throat as the pressure built with every slow, deliberate roll of his hips.

His hands roamed your body with unspoken worship. He cupped your breasts, kneading them gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they pebbled under his touch. His pelvis ground against your clit with every thrust, sending sharp pulses of pleasure ricocheting through your spine.

“Let me give you what you desire,” he groaned, his voice a rasp of need. He caught your wrists in one large hand and gently pinned them above your head. His other hand braced at your waist, holding you still as he buried himself deeper, grunting with the effort of restraint.

“You can trust me,” he moaned again, the words repeated like a prayer, a vow. Your body bowed beneath him, legs spreading wider, needing more, needing all of him. The slick sound of skin against skin filled the quiet chamber, broken only by your whimpers and his ragged breath.

You clung to him, not just physically, but soul to soul as your body ached with every thrust while your heart whispered things your lips could not speak.

That you trusted him. 

That he was your peace. 

That in a world where demons waged war against everything you were meant to protect, he had become your exception.

Your salvation.

His mouth found your breast with a desperate hunger, lips sealing around your swollen nipple. He sucked deeply, each pull a decadent stroke of fire that travelled straight to your core. A symphony of wet, obscene sounds filled the air. Each slurp, each breath, each low groan composing a melody of lust and longing that rang in your ears like sacred blasphemy.

“I… I d-do…” you sobbed, your voice trembling with more than just pleasure. It was surrender. Your heart, your body, they were unravelling beneath his touch, melting into him like wax drawn too close to flame.

You knew what you were doing was forbidden. A priestess, beloved by the gods, entwined in the arms of a demon. It was a sacrilege. A betrayal of all the divine vows you once lived by.

And yet… how could it be wrong?

When the Honmoon had torn open the veil between worlds and unleashed chaos, when demons ravaged the earth, rending spirit and flesh alike, it was Jinu who stood by your side. When villages burned, when temples fell, and even your most loyal worshippers were slaughtered, it was he who turned against his own kind to fight for yours. 

For you.

Now, his hips slammed into yours with ruthless rhythm, grunting as he fucked you hard and deep. His mouth moved to your other breast, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before his teeth grazed it, and he sucked. His grip on your wrists tightened, anchoring you beneath him as your body writhed in response.

When you had been at your lowest… when the world felt like a graveyard… he had been your only light.

He had always been there.

So…

So, you gave in. 

Your hips tilted up, desperate to feel more, to take more. Each thrust dragged his cock against the sensitive walls of your cunt, and every downward stroke brushed your clit sent sparks of pleasure and set fire to your nerves. Your body quivered, stomach tightening, walls fluttering.

“J-Jinu—” you choked out, voice high, helpless. Your arms strained in his hold, not in protest, but in sheer desperation, your body demanding more even as you felt yourself breaking apart.

Your breath hitched, your back arched, and your heels dug into the bed. The pressure mounted, pleasure coiling in your gut like a tightened bowstring, drawn to its limit.

Suddenly.

A growl.

Low. 

Demonic.

His lips left your breast with a wet pop, and when your dazed eyes found his, a chill of awe coursed through you.

His pupils had narrowed, slitted like a blade’s edge. That soft brown now glowed with an unnatural brilliance of deep gold. The miasma of his demonic power crept along his skin, like dark roots spreading beneath the surface, pulsing with restrained fury.

“Give in to me,” he whispered, voice low and rough, more demon than man, as his lips brushed your ear. “Give me your heart… and I’ll give you mine.”

And then he thrust. One powerful push—deep, holding himself inside you to the hilt as he rocked his hips in slow circles, his pelvis grinding deliciously against your clit.

Pinned beneath him, unable to move, your wrists trapped, all you could do was breathe his name like a prayer and press the side of your face to his. Your lips hovered beside his ear, your voice thick with tears and trembling emotion.

“S-silly man,” you whispered brokenly, “you already have it…”

His entire body went still.

No breath. No movement. It was as if time itself had frozen within him.

“…Jinu?” you whispered again, gently.

The sound of his name cracked something open. He inhaled sharply, then slowly released your wrists. One hand threaded into your hair, the other cradled your jaw as he looked at you.

Slowly, he kissed you as if they were his vows; his promise to stay by your side.

His tongue moved against yours in slow, sensual waves, coaxing, savouring. He kissed you like you were the only sacred thing in this ruined world. And as your lips melted into his, he began to move again, deep and slow, the way he knew you liked. Each thrust was deliberate, reverent. Like prayer.

Like love.

His mouth devoured every moan you gave him, swallowing each cry. You clung to him, fingers digging into the firm muscle of his back, as your release crested. And when it came, it came like a storm.

You shattered beneath him, body arching, back bowing, your soul unravelling in his hands as you came. The pleasure was blinding, white-hot, like a thousand threads of light exploding behind your eyes. Your breath broke in a sob, mouth still locked to his, as your body trembled from the aftershocks.

A guttural sound tore from his throat as his lips finally broke from yours, his forehead pressing to yours, breath shallow, trembling. His hips stuttered as he buried himself deep inside you, spilling into your warmth with a low, aching gasp. His entire body quivered, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin like morning dew, catching the filtered sunlight that bled through the rice paper walls in pale golden ribbons.

He stayed there, unmoving for a moment, cock still deep, still twitching inside you, as though afraid that letting go might break whatever fragile miracle had bloomed between you.

Then, slowly, his eyes opened. The amber of them dulled into tenderness, a quiet reverence softening his features. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, barely a graze, as if afraid to startle you with too much affection.

“I apologize,” Jinu whispered, another kiss following close behind, this one lingering against your cheek. “To sully your body again so soon after you’ve bathed…”

You let out a quiet chuckle, breathless and amused, your eyes still half-lidded with contentment. “That’s never stopped you before,” you teased, the words slipping between swollen lips like silk.

A rare smile curved his mouth, faint and fond. “May I join you this time?”

Your hand reached up, fingers brushing the hair from his damp forehead. “Always,” you murmured, before sealing your answer with a slow, sensual kiss. One that made your breath catch and your heart flutter all over again.

But eventually, the afterglow began to fade. You felt his seed begin to slide down your thigh, warm and thick, and the intimacy of it made your cheeks flush. As you tried to rise, your legs trembled, but Jinu was already there. Strong hands caught you gently, steadying you with practiced ease.

You barely had time to breathe before he was reaching for your hanbok lying in a soft pile on the floor. He wrapped the lower skirt carefully around your waist, his movements meticulous, almost ceremonial. Then, with the same gentle hands, he draped the upper layer over your shoulders, careful not to tug too harshly against your skin.

You watched him with a swelling heart, warmth blooming inside you at the sight. He always dressed you first. Always looked at you like you were something divine.

You laughed softly, biting back a grin, just as he leaned in to kiss you again.

But then—

A sharp, white-hot pain sliced through your abdomen.

“Ah—!” You gasped, eyes flying wide. Breath caught in your throat as your vision blurred with sudden panic.

Your gaze dropped.

Red. So much red.

It bloomed like camellia flowers, spreading across the pristine white of your skirt, vibrant and merciless. 

And then you saw it.

Jinu’s hand.

No longer human.

Gnarled. Twisted. Long, clawed fingers—blackened and inhuman, dripping crimson to the ground, heavy and slow.

“Ji—” Your voice broke, your lips trembling as your heart thudded against your ribs.

But before the name could fully leave your mouth…

Darkness.

Your body jolted as you woke with a gasp, cold sweat chilling your skin. You were no longer in the sunlit room. No longer wrapped in his warmth. The air was thick, damp, and smelled faintly of rot.

You sat in a room of wood and stone. Torches lined the walls, flickering fire casting long shadows. In the centre stood a marble statue, once a depiction of the last priestess.

But it was filthy. Cracked.

Covered in moss.

Her face was broken away entirely, as if time and something darker had deliberately tried to erase her.

Your heartbeat thundered in your ears. The dream still clung to your skin like mist, sticky and cold. You brought your trembling hands to your stomach, as if to check if the wound was truly gone.

No blood.

No warmth.

Just you and the remnants of a memory that felt too vivid to be a dream.

You lay on a bed too soft, too still.

Black silk sheets clung to your skin like a second, suffocating layer. Four towering pillars loomed at each corner of the bed, draped in translucent black veils that swayed slightly, as if breathing. It reminded you of a funeral.

There was warmth beside you.

You gasped, sharp and trembling, as your eyes snapped open.

Jinu.

He lay there, inches from you, his bare chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. You were both exposed completely, and your arms flew to your chest, trying to shield yourself, as if modesty could protect you from the overwhelming storm of memories…and suffering. 

“My love,” he whispered, his voice a low rasp, familiar and foreign all at once. Your hair was brushed back from your damp forehead by a clawed hand that was both inhuman and unbearably gentle. 

It made your skin crawl.

“I’ve been waiting for you…” he murmured, slowly rising to sit beside you. He clasped your face with his large, powerful hands. It should have felt like an embrace. It should have felt safe.

Instead, it felt like a cage.

“Waiting so long… just to see you again.” When he looked into your eyes, they were soft, pleading, and broken.

Then he kissed you.

His lips were cold. So cold.

Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes.

You didn’t kiss him back, but you didn’t pull away either. You trembled beneath him, your body torn between the comfort of his touch and the agony his presence evoked. His lips lingered too long, tasting your silence, your tears, your breath.

Then your tears came out slowly and steadily, like a dam breaking.

When he finally drew away, your lips parted, not with resistance. Not with forgiveness.

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On ALL our souls we're cracking Baby!!

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I get being horny. BUT WE CANT FUCK THEM ALL IF WE KEEP DYING! THINK ABOUT THE END GOAL GUYS: POSSIBLY BANG ALL THE SAJA BOYS AND TAKE THEM ALL AT ONCE

But we can't get that if yall keep thinking with whatever is in your trousers🤯🤯🤯🤯

I'll bring drinks to the crashout party🥳

ℜ𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔊𝔲𝔦𝔩𝔱

A/N: Now...are we ready to truly feel the weight of your decision?

Rules: You have five tries to try and unlock the true ending. After five failed attempts, that's a permanent game over. Each door will lead you to several options. Choose wisely. And most importantly, have fun!

Summary: Five doors stand before you. Each door will either lead you to your salvation...or your doom.

CW: emotional smut, p in v

<- PREV || FROM THE BEGINNING

The door loomed before you, its charred surface exuding the acrid scent of ash and smoldered fire. A crushing melancholy sat on your chest like a stone slab, and underneath it churned a guilt so vast it swallowed thought and breath alike. You trembled as you stood there, not from cold, but from an unreachable memory. Your body remembered what your mind refused to recall. Another door. Another time. A pain that had cracked you open and hollowed you out.

Your stomach twisted, nausea rising like bile from some ancient wound inside you. But still, you swallowed it. You pressed the fear down like a lid on boiling water, even as your hand, hesitant and shivering, reached out.

As soon as your fingers touched the tarnished brass handle, the door trembled, vibrating with a peculiar hum that resonated throughout your body. Then the light, bright and devouring, rushed forward, filling your vision and engulfing everything else. You gasped, eyes squeezed shut against the blinding brightness as your very soul felt pulled thin, stretched taut like silk on a loom.

And then—

A scent. Lavender. Soft and comforting. It drifted through your senses like a lullaby. Your eyes fluttered open. The sunlight poured through a tall window, warm and golden, kissing your skin. You stood quietly beside it, no longer trembling, no longer lost. Your body moved with tranquil grace, as if it belonged here.

You wore a hanbok of the purest white, delicate as snow under moonlight. Golden dragons were stitched along the sleeves, dancing with each movement you made. Your hair flowed freely down your back, damp from a recent bath, the scent of soap and lavender mingling in the air. Peace clung to your limbs like silk.

“Priestess.”

The voice was a whisper of warmth, low and reverent. It slipped through the air like honey.

You turned, and your breath caught.

Joy bloomed. Unrestrained, radiant, and blinding in its purity. A smile stretched across your lips before you realized it. He was there, kneeling before you, clad in a black hanbok that contrasted the pale white and gold in your own. His ebony hair fell slightly over his brow, swept to the side in that same boyish way you remembered.

“Jinu!” His name escaped your lips with a breathless laugh, your arms reaching for him as naturally as your heartbeat. Like you'd done it a thousand times before. Like your soul knew.

He rose slowly, reverently, as if the moment itself was holy. Then his arms were around you, grounding, solid, and warm. You buried your face against his chest and breathed in his scent, of a mountain with fresh river flowing, warmth, and something that was only his. You melted. Completely.

His lips pressed to the crown of your head, a silent prayer. “You’re far too generous with your affection, Priestess,” he murmured, amusement laced in gentle warning.

You tilted your face up to meet his gaze, a small pout tugging at your lips. “Not with everyone,” you whispered. “You’re…” Your voice softened, eyes locking with his. “You’re special to me.”

Something flickered across his face. A shadow of an unnamed emotion followed by something softer. Pain. Longing. His golden-flecked eyes seemed to shimmer, catching the sunlight like cracked glass. Then his hands cupped your face, gentle and steady, like you were something sacred. Something he had once broken and would never dare to again.

His lips brushed yours, and the world stilled.

“I don’t deserve this,” he breathed, voice rough with emotion. “I don’t deserve you.”

His thumb traced your cheek, tender and reverent, before you could say anything. “But if you offer it freely,” he whispered, “I will never turn it away.”

His kiss deepened, and with it, the aching restraint unravelled. His hands slid down, slow and deliberate, peeling back the layers of silk that separated you. Heat flared between you as he pressed his hips against yours, his need unmistakable. The air turned heavy with desire, the sacred and the sinful dancing between heartbeats, and for that moment… nothing else existed but the two of you.

You undid the knot of his hanbok, each layer slipping off like petals in the wind. The silk whispered down his arms and legs, pooling at his feet in delicate waves. 

A shiver coursed over your bare skin, not from the air, but from the weight of his gaze and the growing warmth radiating from his body, now so close, so impossibly near.

Jinu moved closer, his presence wrapping around you like heat from a sacred fire. Your fingers reached up to brush aside the strands of his inky black hair, sweeping them from his brow. You looked into his deep brown eyes that had gold glints in them. 

Your touch trailed lower, across the ridge of his collarbone, then further, over the strength of his chest. 

“I always thought…” you murmured, fingers pausing over his heart, “…that I couldn’t trust demons.”

He said nothing at first, only leaned in, lips brushing your shoulder with aching tenderness. His sigh was long, contented, as though your skin offered him a kind of sanctuary he'd never known. His bare body moulded to yours, warmth enveloping every inch of you.

“You can always trust me,” he whispered, and there was no plea in his voice, only truth. With hands that trembled just slightly, he guided you toward the futon, helping you lie down, reverent in every movement.

He hovered above you, arms bracketing your head, his face so close you could feel his breath on your lips.

You smiled, a soft, sad thing, as your legs rose to cradle his hips. “When I lost…” The names lingered on the edge of your lips, yet your mind refused to remember them. Too painful. Too distant. “I swore, to them… that I would rid this world of evil.”

Your arms wrapped around him like vines seeking something solid, your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. You could hear his heartbeat slowly and steadily there, anchoring and quieting.

“You will,” he said, and his voice trembled just as his body did. The tip of his cock nudged against your folds, teasing your entrance with a reverence that made you gasp. Then, with exhale and intent, he pressed forward.

Your breath caught. A soft, broken sound slipped past your lips as your body yielded, opened to him. He filled you slowly, inch by inch, until he was seated deep inside, his breath stuttering in your ear.

“Only those who can live beside humans…” he murmured, voice husky and raw, “…will be spared by you.”

Then, as his hips started to move, he gave you a tender, desperate kiss as his words turned into a gentle moan. His cock dragged along your inner walls, scraping against the most sensitive places, and each thrust stoked a fire deep in your core.

“Jinu…” you gasped, your moan catching in the back of your throat as the pressure built with every slow, deliberate roll of his hips.

His hands roamed your body with unspoken worship. He cupped your breasts, kneading them gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they pebbled under his touch. His pelvis ground against your clit with every thrust, sending sharp pulses of pleasure ricocheting through your spine.

“Let me give you what you desire,” he groaned, his voice a rasp of need. He caught your wrists in one large hand and gently pinned them above your head. His other hand braced at your waist, holding you still as he buried himself deeper, grunting with the effort of restraint.

“You can trust me,” he moaned again, the words repeated like a prayer, a vow. Your body bowed beneath him, legs spreading wider, needing more, needing all of him. The slick sound of skin against skin filled the quiet chamber, broken only by your whimpers and his ragged breath.

You clung to him, not just physically, but soul to soul as your body ached with every thrust while your heart whispered things your lips could not speak.

That you trusted him. 

That he was your peace. 

That in a world where demons waged war against everything you were meant to protect, he had become your exception.

Your salvation.

His mouth found your breast with a desperate hunger, lips sealing around your swollen nipple. He sucked deeply, each pull a decadent stroke of fire that travelled straight to your core. A symphony of wet, obscene sounds filled the air. Each slurp, each breath, each low groan composing a melody of lust and longing that rang in your ears like sacred blasphemy.

“I… I d-do…” you sobbed, your voice trembling with more than just pleasure. It was surrender. Your heart, your body, they were unravelling beneath his touch, melting into him like wax drawn too close to flame.

You knew what you were doing was forbidden. A priestess, beloved by the gods, entwined in the arms of a demon. It was a sacrilege. A betrayal of all the divine vows you once lived by.

And yet… how could it be wrong?

When the Honmoon had torn open the veil between worlds and unleashed chaos, when demons ravaged the earth, rending spirit and flesh alike, it was Jinu who stood by your side. When villages burned, when temples fell, and even your most loyal worshippers were slaughtered, it was he who turned against his own kind to fight for yours. 

For you.

Now, his hips slammed into yours with ruthless rhythm, grunting as he fucked you hard and deep. His mouth moved to your other breast, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before his teeth grazed it, and he sucked. His grip on your wrists tightened, anchoring you beneath him as your body writhed in response.

When you had been at your lowest… when the world felt like a graveyard… he had been your only light.

He had always been there.

So…

So, you gave in. 

Your hips tilted up, desperate to feel more, to take more. Each thrust dragged his cock against the sensitive walls of your cunt, and every downward stroke brushed your clit sent sparks of pleasure and set fire to your nerves. Your body quivered, stomach tightening, walls fluttering.

“J-Jinu—” you choked out, voice high, helpless. Your arms strained in his hold, not in protest, but in sheer desperation, your body demanding more even as you felt yourself breaking apart.

Your breath hitched, your back arched, and your heels dug into the bed. The pressure mounted, pleasure coiling in your gut like a tightened bowstring, drawn to its limit.

Suddenly.

A growl.

Low. 

Demonic.

His lips left your breast with a wet pop, and when your dazed eyes found his, a chill of awe coursed through you.

His pupils had narrowed, slitted like a blade’s edge. That soft brown now glowed with an unnatural brilliance of deep gold. The miasma of his demonic power crept along his skin, like dark roots spreading beneath the surface, pulsing with restrained fury.

“Give in to me,” he whispered, voice low and rough, more demon than man, as his lips brushed your ear. “Give me your heart… and I’ll give you mine.”

And then he thrust. One powerful push—deep, holding himself inside you to the hilt as he rocked his hips in slow circles, his pelvis grinding deliciously against your clit.

Pinned beneath him, unable to move, your wrists trapped, all you could do was breathe his name like a prayer and press the side of your face to his. Your lips hovered beside his ear, your voice thick with tears and trembling emotion.

“S-silly man,” you whispered brokenly, “you already have it…”

His entire body went still.

No breath. No movement. It was as if time itself had frozen within him.

“…Jinu?” you whispered again, gently.

The sound of his name cracked something open. He inhaled sharply, then slowly released your wrists. One hand threaded into your hair, the other cradled your jaw as he looked at you.

Slowly, he kissed you as if they were his vows; his promise to stay by your side.

His tongue moved against yours in slow, sensual waves, coaxing, savouring. He kissed you like you were the only sacred thing in this ruined world. And as your lips melted into his, he began to move again, deep and slow, the way he knew you liked. Each thrust was deliberate, reverent. Like prayer.

Like love.

His mouth devoured every moan you gave him, swallowing each cry. You clung to him, fingers digging into the firm muscle of his back, as your release crested. And when it came, it came like a storm.

You shattered beneath him, body arching, back bowing, your soul unravelling in his hands as you came. The pleasure was blinding, white-hot, like a thousand threads of light exploding behind your eyes. Your breath broke in a sob, mouth still locked to his, as your body trembled from the aftershocks.

A guttural sound tore from his throat as his lips finally broke from yours, his forehead pressing to yours, breath shallow, trembling. His hips stuttered as he buried himself deep inside you, spilling into your warmth with a low, aching gasp. His entire body quivered, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin like morning dew, catching the filtered sunlight that bled through the rice paper walls in pale golden ribbons.

He stayed there, unmoving for a moment, cock still deep, still twitching inside you, as though afraid that letting go might break whatever fragile miracle had bloomed between you.

Then, slowly, his eyes opened. The amber of them dulled into tenderness, a quiet reverence softening his features. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, barely a graze, as if afraid to startle you with too much affection.

“I apologize,” Jinu whispered, another kiss following close behind, this one lingering against your cheek. “To sully your body again so soon after you’ve bathed…”

You let out a quiet chuckle, breathless and amused, your eyes still half-lidded with contentment. “That’s never stopped you before,” you teased, the words slipping between swollen lips like silk.

A rare smile curved his mouth, faint and fond. “May I join you this time?”

Your hand reached up, fingers brushing the hair from his damp forehead. “Always,” you murmured, before sealing your answer with a slow, sensual kiss. One that made your breath catch and your heart flutter all over again.

But eventually, the afterglow began to fade. You felt his seed begin to slide down your thigh, warm and thick, and the intimacy of it made your cheeks flush. As you tried to rise, your legs trembled, but Jinu was already there. Strong hands caught you gently, steadying you with practiced ease.

You barely had time to breathe before he was reaching for your hanbok lying in a soft pile on the floor. He wrapped the lower skirt carefully around your waist, his movements meticulous, almost ceremonial. Then, with the same gentle hands, he draped the upper layer over your shoulders, careful not to tug too harshly against your skin.

You watched him with a swelling heart, warmth blooming inside you at the sight. He always dressed you first. Always looked at you like you were something divine.

You laughed softly, biting back a grin, just as he leaned in to kiss you again.

But then—

A sharp, white-hot pain sliced through your abdomen.

“Ah—!” You gasped, eyes flying wide. Breath caught in your throat as your vision blurred with sudden panic.

Your gaze dropped.

Red. So much red.

It bloomed like camellia flowers, spreading across the pristine white of your skirt, vibrant and merciless. 

And then you saw it.

Jinu’s hand.

No longer human.

Gnarled. Twisted. Long, clawed fingers—blackened and inhuman, dripping crimson to the ground, heavy and slow.

“Ji—” Your voice broke, your lips trembling as your heart thudded against your ribs.

But before the name could fully leave your mouth…

Darkness.

Your body jolted as you woke with a gasp, cold sweat chilling your skin. You were no longer in the sunlit room. No longer wrapped in his warmth. The air was thick, damp, and smelled faintly of rot.

You sat in a room of wood and stone. Torches lined the walls, flickering fire casting long shadows. In the centre stood a marble statue, once a depiction of the last priestess.

But it was filthy. Cracked.

Covered in moss.

Her face was broken away entirely, as if time and something darker had deliberately tried to erase her.

Your heartbeat thundered in your ears. The dream still clung to your skin like mist, sticky and cold. You brought your trembling hands to your stomach, as if to check if the wound was truly gone.

No blood.

No warmth.

Just you and the remnants of a memory that felt too vivid to be a dream.

You lay on a bed too soft, too still.

Black silk sheets clung to your skin like a second, suffocating layer. Four towering pillars loomed at each corner of the bed, draped in translucent black veils that swayed slightly, as if breathing. It reminded you of a funeral.

There was warmth beside you.

You gasped, sharp and trembling, as your eyes snapped open.

Jinu.

He lay there, inches from you, his bare chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. You were both exposed completely, and your arms flew to your chest, trying to shield yourself, as if modesty could protect you from the overwhelming storm of memories…and suffering. 

“My love,” he whispered, his voice a low rasp, familiar and foreign all at once. Your hair was brushed back from your damp forehead by a clawed hand that was both inhuman and unbearably gentle. 

It made your skin crawl.

“I’ve been waiting for you…” he murmured, slowly rising to sit beside you. He clasped your face with his large, powerful hands. It should have felt like an embrace. It should have felt safe.

Instead, it felt like a cage.

“Waiting so long… just to see you again.” When he looked into your eyes, they were soft, pleading, and broken.

Then he kissed you.

His lips were cold. So cold.

Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes.

You didn’t kiss him back, but you didn’t pull away either. You trembled beneath him, your body torn between the comfort of his touch and the agony his presence evoked. His lips lingered too long, tasting your silence, your tears, your breath.

Then your tears came out slowly and steadily, like a dam breaking.

When he finally drew away, your lips parted, not with resistance. Not with forgiveness.

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LETS GOOO

Bobby lemme suckle on your titties

Kpop demon hunters-Requests open

Guidelines

Rumi

Mira

Zoey

Polytrix (I also do other poly ships as well,don't be afraid to ask)

Jinu

Abby

Romance

Mystery

Baby

Bobby

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Everybody knows that

Hear me out.

Baby Saja is a top. 🍼

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𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔬𝔬𝔪 𝔬𝔣 𝔅𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰

A/N: I've always wanted to do something like this with the community. Basically, it's like an interactive story where I write the next scene based on what you guys pick! Now, I'm an otome fan, so for those who play those games... you know what to expect. Also, this is super smutty.

Rules: You have five tries to try and unlock the true ending. After five failed attempts, that's a permanent game over. Each door will lead you to several options. Choose wisely. And most importantly, have fun!

Summary: Five doors stand before you. Each door will either lead you to your salvation...or your doom.

You awoke with a jolt, your skull pulsing as if your brain had been split in two. A blinding white light scorched your vision, forcing your eyes to flutter and squint until they finally adjusted. Slowly, the haze lifted...and you realized you were not in any place you recognized.

The room was endless. White. Pure. Sterile. Cold.

And in front of you loomed six towering doors—massive, ancient things lined side by side like silent sentinels. They weren’t just doors. They watched you. Judged you.

You furrowed your brows and immediately winced, your fingers flying up to cradle your aching head. The pain was sharp and sudden, but what hit harder was the creeping, icy dread.

You didn’t know who you were.

Not your name. Not where you came from. Nothing.

Your mind was a gaping void of no memories, no tether to anything real. Just... silence inside your own head.

Your breath hitched. Then quickened. You gripped your arms and tried to steady yourself, fingers digging into your flesh. It felt like falling into yourself, deeper and deeper, with no bottom to land on.

And then you looked down.

A soft white robe clung to your body, loose and weightless. It brushed against your skin like cotton or cloud, but the unsettling part wasn’t the fabric, it was the intent. This was no ordinary garment. It was ceremonial, sacred in a way you couldn’t place. A braided rope of red and blue cinched around your waist, thick black beads dangling at the ends and knocking softly against your thighs with every breath.

You shivered. There was nothing beneath it. No undergarments, no shoes. Just bare skin. Bare feet.

Vulnerability itched at your spine.

Slowly, cautiously, you rose to your feet. The ground was cool beneath you, icy smooth, like glass that had never seen a single step before yours. You turned, half-expecting a wall or a corner or something, but the space stretched endlessly in every direction. White upon white, horizonless.

It felt like floating in a snowstorm where nothing ever settled.

And yet, despite the vastness, a crushing pressure coiled in your chest. It was as if the very air resisted your existence here.

Your gaze returned to the six doors.

They were ancient-looking, thick wood carved with intricate, almost tribal patterns that were decorated with spirals, jagged slashes, almost like the profile of snarling beasts. One looked like it held the eyes of a tiger if you stared long enough. Another’s etching twisted like thorns choking a rose.

Each frame leaked something dark, an aura that stained the air. A presence. You felt it long before your body registered the temperature drop.

Malice. Grief. Violence.

It was more than energy. It was scent, taste, emotion, thick enough to drown in. Your throat tightened. The air itself became hard to breathe.

You crept forward, your bare feet ghosting across the polished white floor. Each step toward the doors felt heavier, like wading through invisible water. Your pulse hammered in your ears.

Then you saw the plaques.

Six doors, six engraved titles in ornate cursive that almost danced and shimmered as you read:

Ritual of Fire and Guilt

Ritual of Savagery and Wild

Ritual of Devotion and Ownership

Ritual of Domination and Euphoria

Ritual of Submission and Lies

Ritual of Unity and Collapse

You stopped at the sixth.

There was something different about it. The wood was darker, as if soaked in ink or shadow. It didn’t reflect the light like the others. It absorbed it. It looked unreal, like a phantom pressed into the fabric of space.

Your breath hitched. Heart racing, you raised a trembling hand to touch it.

Your fingers went straight through.

You gasped and stumbled back, blinking in disbelief. The door, so solid, so heavy, yet had no substance. Just a ghost of what could be.

A shadow of a choice not yet earned.

And somehow... somehow you knew:

You weren’t ready.

Not yet.

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Sounds like a plan

Can the tiger get picked up and carried like a baby? I don't care how big that mf is i carry my German shepherds around the house

I mean give it a try the worst that can happen is that u die

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Engagement

YAYAYAY I MANAGED TO FINISH IT IN TIME! TWO PAGES IN ONE DAY! Ignore it being 2 am

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Welcome to my masterlist of all of my stories for Kpop-Demon Hunters! Can you tell which Saja Boys is my favourite? This masterlist is still under construction, since I'm actively posting for this fandom! For those who prefer to read on AO3, you guys can click HERE!

⊹₊ ⋆ You Disobey Me

Jinu makes you kneel and apologize with your mouth full, his cock twitching as he forces you to hold eye contact.

⊹₊ ⋆ Say My Name

Jinu's buried deep inside you, slow and thick, whispering your name while you struggle to say his.

⊹₊ ⋆ Beg

He has you on the floor, naked, touching yourself for him and only letting you finish when he hears your voice crack.

⊹₊ ⋆ Louder, Baby

Jinu uses a vibrator while f⭐︎cking you, demanding moans, but then covers your mouth with his palm to muffle your screams.

⊹₊ ⋆ Smile for the Camera

You're f⭐︎cked backstage before a performance, legs still trembling as you walk onstage.

⊹₊ ⋆ No One Else

He marks you up, leaving hickeys and the evidence of his love for you. 

⊹₊ ⋆ Keep Going

He pins your legs wide and uses his fingers and tongue until you cry from overstimulation, but he still doesn’t stop.

⊹₊ ⋆ Monster

You were a princess that was bound by silk, duty, and expectation. He was a stranger with a bipa, a voice so heavenly, he captivated everyone in the palace. You only meant to flirt, to taste the thrill of someone forbidden. But instead, you uncovered a dark truth.

⊹₊ ⋆ One More Time

He f☆cks you slow and deep, face buried in your neck, whispering how he’ll make it up to you with every thrust.

⊹₊ ⋆ Candy Pop Drop

He moans as he thrusts into your mouth, overwhelmed by the feeling, needy and desperate. 

⊹₊ ⋆ Good Girl

He tells you to ride his thigh, moaning encouragement while calling you his good girl. 

⊹₊ ⋆ Don't Stop

You caught Jinu touching himself beside you while he thought you were fast asleep. 

⊹₊ ⋆ Cool Down

He helps you stretch…until his c☆ck is pressed right up against you. 

⊹₊ ⋆ Bad Girl

In a shadowed alley, Jinu found you like always and just like last time, you rode him hard. Idols with benefits, or something more? Were you even sure anymore?

⊹₊ ⋆ Denial

Releasing on July 28, 2025

⊹₊ ⋆ Make or Break

You were dating Baby but somewhere along the line, you saw him less of a partner and more as a little brother. Maybe it was time to cut your losses?

⊹₊ ⋆ Feed Me

Mystery wakes you up with his head between your thighs.

⊹₊ ⋆ Good Boy

Releasing on August 4, 2025

⊹₊ ⋆ Sharing is Caring (Jinu x Reader x Abby)

Abby confesses of wanting you, and Jinu, being the ever gracious, generous team leader, decided to share you under one condition.

⊹₊ ⋆ Sharing is Watching (Abby x Reader & Jinu)

Releasing on August 1, 2025

ೃ✧ VEXI'S UNHINGED HEADCANONS ೃ✧

╰┈➤ ❝ [SAJA BOYS "AFTER DARK" PREFERENCES] ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [SAJA BOYS' YANDARE RANKING] ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [COMING SOON] ❞

ೃ✧ VEXI'S IMAGINES ೃ✧

╰┈➤ ❝ [HOW THEY SAY "I LOVE YOU" WITHOUT SAYING IT] ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [WHAT HE'S LIKE IN PUBLIC VS IN PRIVATE] ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [COMING SOON] ❞

ೃ✧ TEMPLE OF SINS ೃ✧

╰┈➤ ❝ [THE ROOM OF BEGINNINGS] ❞

╰┈┈┈➤ ❝ [THE LOCKED DOOR] ❞

╰┈┈┈➤ ❝ [COMING SOON] ❞

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Me searching x reader fics after gaining a new fictional crush after watching a movie/serie

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Im.not normal about this.

"thank you for the pain 'cause it got me going viral"

https://x.com/merururuu

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He's so cuteeeee

Baby Saja as a Demon🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

KPOP DEMON HUNTERS (2025) dr. Maggie Kang and Chris Appelhans