✞ Warnings: blasphemous content, y/n can’t have children (hints at IVF), impreg kink, dick size kink, tattoo kink, fingering (f), thigh riding, oral (m and f receiving), face riding, dom! jungkook , rough sex, manhandling, degradation (f name calling), choking, kook has horns black eyes and a forked tongue, overstimulation (f), pain kink, ruined orgasm and orgasm denial (f), daddy kink, choking kink
✞ Rating: 18+ (M)
✞ Synopsis: You were sure about this, sure enough to summon Satan himself. A baby all of your own was all you had ever wanted, it was all you had ever dreamed of, it was the only thing your life was lacking. But what price would you have to pay for it? You thought in the beginning that there was nothing you wouldn’t do to have your wish granted, well…
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Your hands shook as you held the slightly burnt and stiff paper you had found on your nightstand. You didn’t know if you were shaking because you were tired, in shock that it had worked, or you were afraid. It had taken you years to do this, so many things needed to summon him, so many hoops to jump through, you had almost given up. But as you held the paper in your hands, the solid proof in words that you had finally done it, your fear, shock and any other negative emotions turned to overwhelming joy.
“Tonight, meet me at the bar you like so much. You know the one.”
The paper read so casually. You expected something more formal from an entity so powerful. It didn’t matter though, tonight you were going to get what you had always wanted no matter the cost, no matter what the devil asked of you.
EKFNKSBCKA YES??!!?!! This was so great. I adored this so much. Your writing is breathtaking and I was instantly sucked into the story. You portrayed mc’s feelings so well and the ending was like a slap in the face. I felt myself holding my breath. I loved all the metaphors you made. They were perfectly intertwined with the story. Your writing is amazing. And oof the smut Thank you for writing this.
“Close your eyes.” His whispered demand sounded almost like the quiet hiss of a snake, straggling, as if it were coiling around your mind, entrapping and pulling you closer.
I adore this piece so much. The two metaphors revolving around the snake is beautiful and so visionary.
His mouth refused to let your tongue in, like the gates of heaven that you’d never get into now.
