pekejunior

given the nature of his curse — of the demonic destrudo and his intense (and tragic) awareness of it — beelzebub is not an easy person to get close to, in fact following lilith’s slaughter he closes himself off to such an extent that courting him becomes a borderline impossible task for even the most determined suitors to undertake. which is by design, of course

not to say that it isn’t at all possible to earn his affection, his admiration, and even his love if you’re patient and stubborn enough — just that he won’t make it easy for you. in fact he’ll start doing everything in his power to drive you away and further isolate himself from the moment he realises that he’s starting to feel even remotely fond of you

but let’s assume you find a way to, some how, combat and work around the restrictions of his curse and are able to enter a romantic relationship with him without triggering the demonic destrudo and getting slaughtered in the process — in that case you’ll find beelzebub to be a partner who is nothing short of loyal, protective, and a complete and utter gentleman

loyal in that you’re the only person, god or otherwise, that he can freely adore without consequence or fear. loyal in that he would sooner tear out his own heart, fall victim to his own curse, than ever step out of your relationship and lose you. loyal in that the only reaction he gives to anyone who tries to flirt with him, or you, is a look so blank and dark that it always leaves them scurrying off with their tail between their legs. loyal in that he starts to view himself in relation to you before anything else — before his work under hades, before his role as a demon, before his identity as a god, before it all — and he starts to prioritise things that are important to you even to the detriment of his other endeavours (because you matter far more than anything else to him)

protective in that he will weaponise his reputation and the rumours around his curse to keep people away from you lest you fall victim to an attack. protective in that he always positions himself between you and any other god you’re talking to, even if he himself isn’t involved in the conversation, just in case he needs to act. protective in how the most emotion anyone had seen him show in centuries was attributed to him threatening someone for belittling you in his presence. protective in that his first instinct was to cut you, his first friend in millennia, off completely the second he found himself falling for you — to isolate himself completely, to remove the one thing bringing light and happiness back into his life, the person who gave him a reason to keep on living, rather than run the risk of him becoming too enamoured with you and losing you to his curse

and a gentleman in the way he always holds open doors for you and pulls out your chair so you can comfortably sit down. in how he makes his home more comfortable and accessible for you the second you two get close, even long before those feelings started to become dangerous for him. in how he wouldn’t hesitate to carry your bags or shoes or even you around if you started to get tired or achy during a trip around valhalla — after all, he may not look it at first, but he is remarkably strong.

he’s also very touch starved and very receptive to physical affection as a love language… even if it takes him a while to feel comfortable enough in the knowledge that you truly are safe with him to accept it from you without flinching away or stiffening up

you’re also the only person who gets to see a side of him that isn’t emotionally detached and quiet — because with you he feels comfortable and safe enough to open up a bit more, to be vulnerable, in the same way he was with lilith and his first three friends long before you came into his life

he has reoccurring nightmares of you falling victim to the same fate as lilith, of him suddenly snapping back to reality and being covered in your blood and… yeah… so if you wake up to him cuddling you with what looks like tear tracks drying on his face, don’t bring it up, just hold him tightly until he wakes up and tell him how much you love him when he finally comes to

his favourite places to kiss you are your lips and hands and neck, and his favourite places to be kissed are his lips, his hands, and the tips of his ears. beelzebub’s kisses are also deeply passionate, with even the briefest of pecks carrying the unspoken weight of a love only eons of self imposed isolation can conjur

one.

in the glow of a ruined painting, whispers of lemuria stir, and rafayel’s mark burns with a truth he refuses to name.

two.

behind masks and velvet light, a painted shell sings — it's not beauty, but a voice that should not exist.

three.

alone with drowning canvases, rafayel recalls it all: the haunting voice of a friend he abandoned across lifetimes.

four.

in the fog of a bloodied lab, chains and fury collide — voices rise, bullets freeze, and a long-lost soul finally appears before rafayel.

five.

between the ache of fate and the pull of something forbidden, rafayel chooses to guard the one who should never have mattered.

six.

when love begins to bloom beneath bloodied sheets, a visitor’s cruel truth threatens to shatter everything they’ve started to heal.

seven.

amid moonlight and shattered truths, love and madness blur as two souls finally recognize — and nearly destroy — the bond that was always meant to burn.

endings.

what is your fate, little siren?

good ending

bad ending

worse ending

worst ending

“HOW WAS THAT?”

You ask, looking at Rodrick who has a smile on his face, you just got done singing a new song you wrote for the band. You were pretty nervous about it too, it was one that gave you writer’s block since you wanted to be perfect.

“You always sound good,” Rodrick comments, laying back on the couch manspreading; gripping onto the drumsticks he held in his hand.

“I’m happy you liked it.” You question, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, you walk over to where he’s sitting, immediately taking your seat on his lap, taking his sticks out of his hand, placing it on the couch cushion, as his hands cups your waist, moving slowly towards your ass, squeezing it while he captures your soft lips with his after staring deeply into your eyes.

You knew what you two were doing was bad, intimacy between band mates was against the rules so no conflict were to ever happen if breakups were to concur but the magnetic pull that keeps bringing you two together since you met is so strong that you can’t just walk away from those feelings.

Whenever he looks at you when he thinks you are not looking, it gets you all giddy inside, the butterflies that form in your stomach whenever you sing in front of him because his opinion always mattered the most out of everyone.

His hands grips the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head breaking the kiss for only a second, he unclamps your bra, discarding to the ground as you grind over his growing bulge that you can tell was aching to be released from the restraints of his jeans. 

Your hands travel down to his lower waist, unbuttoning his jeans, zipping down the zipper while you lift your body for a minute so he can take off both his jeans and his boxers, his hard cock springing up once it’s released. 

“Let me check the waters,” Rodrick says, bringing his hand under your skirt, feeling the wet spot on your panties, a smirk tugs on the corner of his lips as he pulls your panty to the side, lining up his tip to your entrance. “Look at my princess, all wet for me.” 

Your face heats up at his comment as you sink down slowly, biting down on your bottom lip as you enjoy every inch until you flush against his pelvis.

You hold on to his shoulders as you start to grind your hips slowly to get used to his length briefly before you start to bounce up and down on his cock. You squeeze your eyes shut from how good he feels inside of you. It was like your pussy was made only for him as it fits perfectly better than your ex ever did.

His hands grip your waist tightly as he guides your movements, the sounds of your moans mingling with each other filling the garage as if anyone was to walk by, they would hear what was going on and it excites you more.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, keeping eye contact with you as you continue bouncing, loving the squelching noises your pussy was making. You moans spill out your mouth as you’re loving every second of this. 

Rodrick arms wrap around your waist stopping all movement as he holds you while getting up, placing you on your stomach near the edge of the couch not disconnecting from your greedy cunt.

“If only you can see how pretty you are as you take all of me,” He comments, admiring the sight beneath him as he rolls his hips into you, soft moans escaping out of your slightly parted mouth as you grip the couch.

“Perfect, little pussy suckin’ me right in,” He groans as he keeps his pace looking into your pretty eyes. “Fuck— please…” you whimper.

“Please what? Use your words, tell me what you want, love,” Rodrick watches you try to form complete sentences as he thrust deeper inside of you, your moans filling his ears. He smirks once again, knowing he got you too fucked out to talk. 

Your boobs bouncing with each thrust, he looks at your sweat-slick belly, he reaches down to your breasts and his mouth trails down the valley of your breasts, biting and nibbling on the soft flesh, tongue swirling on the marks forming on your skin as his saliva leaves wet spots behind.

"So soft for me, (name), look at you" he huffs out, trailing downwards, reaching your stomach and something in his eyes change a shade darker, pounding into your cunt, the mewls in response from you drives him crazy, his mind going to places he shouldn't but the only thing that came to his mind was you full with his baby, your belly so round and soft. It would be one way to mark you as his, to stop all the guys from flirting with you after shows.

“Please… let me come,” you finally get out as you dig your nails into his back. 

“Go ahead, come all over my cock,” he groans as he uses his fingers to rub on your clit. Your cunt clenching around his dick, and your body starts to convulse, painting not only his cock but his lower waist as well with your release. 

“Good girl,” Rodrick praises in your ear as you try to catch your breath. “Gonna fill you up real good, would you like that, love?” He pounds harder and deeper as his cock twitches inside your cunt loving the sight of you nodding your head yes to his question, your gummy walls gripping him tighter. “You’d look so beautiful while carrying my child,” He places his hand on your stomach as he is picturing the sight. 

The mere images made his cock twitch inside you, your lewd noises of overstimulation just making it hard to back off from actually doing it, the pace he set is ruthless, pounding inside your sopping hole, slippery with your juices as he chases his end. 

Your lips parted, whined spewing out of your mouth as he fucks you, hitting the spongy spot repeatedly, nearing his own orgasm as he fills you up to the brim with his hot white spurts of seeds.

His breath warm on your neck, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist, perfectly fitting inside, hitting the spots in an angle never before, catching up with his depleted air levels as he looks down at your fucked out state, hands connected while your bodies connected as well with his cock still buried deep to the hilt inside your warm core, the images still plagues his mind. 

Rodrick slowly pulls out and as he does, he watches some of his cum ooze from your hole, he scoops it up and pushes it back into your pussy earning a whimper to escape your mouth.

“I know baby, just needed to make sure none of it goes to waste, let’s clean you up,” he picks you up in bridal style, you snuggle in his chest while he carries you inside your home, leading you to the bathroom, happy of what’s to come in the future, putting aside the thought of the band finding out your secret relationship.

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