#Yandere Incubus

[heartfullofleeches]

C.C [Yan Incubus]: So you really think that girl is prettier than me?!

Timid Darling: wha- huh?

C.C: Don't trying to deny it! I was walking by your window as I do every night and I heard you talking all about her. Who is she? I swear I'll break her pretty little neck-

Timid Darling: Oh... Oh! You're talking about her.....

[Darling pulls a doll out of their bag]

Timid Darling: I bought her for you, actually - but she's so cute I couldn't keep my eyes off her when she came. Here you go-

C.C: [fanning his eyes as he sobs] I'm so glad my sis talked me out of going through your contacts and making a hit list..

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[yandere-kokeshi]

Pairing: Yandere Succubus! Soap x female reader

Warnings: yandere behavior, doggy style position, creampie (hinted at multiple), possessiveness, mentions of masturbation, inferred voyeurism, mention of blood, implied hypnotism, and that is all.

@ladyxtiger // IS NOT CHECKED FOR MISTAKES! SORRY :(!

It’s too much — his sharp hands with dagger claws, gripping at your waist and the ownership growls in your ear, how close your body is to his, it’s all too much.

You whimper out, feeling his hot yet long tongue, the thick muscle of his dragging against the of your bottom jaw from behind.

Crying out, you dug yourself further and bit into the pillow, hands scuffing the fabric between your sweaty hands; feeling his thick cock sliding through your cum-soaked folds, before nudging his hard tip back inside for the nth time.

“Don't hide yer moans, lemme’ hear ‘em” Johnny purred in your ear, licking the shell of it before pushing deeper into your soaked cunt.

To say you felt full was an understatement. Everything, including your pussy, was pulsing with heat and unfulfilled lust — the prior orgasms finally catching up with you, and your nerves becoming overstimulated.

You never meant to find Johnny, your hot and of a gentleman neighbor, to be a damn succubus. You would’ve never thought so, but you had suspicions. Whenever you were near him, his eyes always had a glow, a vicious pink, especially at night. And let’s not forget about how every other night, he brought new girls home, their moans, and his heavy balls slapping against their slippery pussy could be heard from the thinned walls beside your bed.

Of course, you couldn’t help yourself. Fingering yourself, moaning his name at your imaginative brain whilst palming your needy breasts. And yet, his eyes always seemed brighter the next day when you saw him.

But, when a few days, turned into a full week of not seeing your hot neighbor — you got worried. But soon found, when you unlocked his apartment door, rushing into his bedroom to find him fucking a pocket pussy; moaning your name as his devilish tail was swirling against his thick thigh.

His horns were long and curving, his fangs and long tongue were of a curse — the slitted eyes, once bright blue, now glowing a pink of hypnosis. Promises he’d treat you well, better than your damn fingers, and toys.

And that’s where it led you: stomach down, legs forced apart to show your puffy cunt, and the tightening tail of his that was wrapped around your lower thigh.

It burned. But the need for satisfaction was burning more.

“Such a good girl f’r me, so pretty,” he panted out, his thickening breath breathing on the side of your cheek. Oh, G-d, he was addictive.

You scream as he speeds his pace, balls slapping against your cunt as you let out a choked moan, jolting forward, face-first into the soft bed.

“Hnggg, no,” you whine, barely able to catch your breath.

The pressure is building up inside of you too quickly, making you squirm. But his claws help your hips in place, groaning whilst making his cock throb from your tightening cavern; warm walls trying to suck him deeper, to keep him seated inside your heat as he slid back out before going back in.

The pressure was too much, and you squeal as clear liquid gushes out, squirting all against Johnny, who releases a cocky chuckle; “Guess yer’ jus’ as obsessed, Bonnie, huh?”

The only sound that came out of you was a defeated whine as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge yet again. He could feel it, and he was relishing the feeling of your cramping walls.

You have no idea how long Soap has been pounding into your sopping pussy, and you’ve lost count of the number of orgasms he’s wrung out of your exhausted (and used) body. You’re tired, sweaty, and a complete mess with suffocating heat along your body.

But, he’s not done with you — not even close.

“Your coworker… fuck—!” he curses, putting his mouth on your neck before sucking in a few hickies, “Hated his smell on you, gghmg—” his words trail off into a moan. At last, your nth orgasm hit you like a train, and you scream in pure bliss; seeing white as your ears vibrated.

Johnny reached down to grind his thumb against your clit, lengthening your orgasm until tears are running down your face.

“Such a Bonnie, all f’r me. It's all fr’me, and I ain’t sharin’,”

You nod, not taking his words into consideration as you were whimpering out — his devil tail tightening around your aching muscle before speeding up. You feel Johnny begin to twitch inside of you, and his fangs deepen its affection into your already-bloody-stained neck.

“Jesus. Y’re gonna be the death o’ me!” and just as he said that, you felt hot ropes of cum coating your insides. It sends you into a drug induced frenzy, and you cum again — his love-filled pupils widening as you drench the bed below you.

You cum so much you think you lost consciousness for a few seconds, and when you finally open your eyes to look at the incubus, who is behind you, to find him smirking.

“I… tired,” you butchered out, brain short-circuiting.

He hummed, licking his lips as he heaved heavily, “Oh, M’ sorry baby. Guess I forgot to tell you about our promise, did I?”

You scrunched your eyebrows together at his statement, and his smirk only widened. He leaned in, his sweaty back resting against yours, and his tail tightening, and it sent shivers down your spine as his breath echoed against your ear.

“I ain’t stoppin’ till you drench of my scent, you little Minx.”

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[yanderemommabean]

Yandere Incubus/Succubus

Just not able to get enough of you and getting so addicted they simply can’t leave you alone. Your sleep paralysis turns from usual horrific scenarios to you being at the mercy of a wickedly skilled mouth and glowing eyes

-Mommabean

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[2-dsimp]

Hello 🌙 Anon here! I just wanted to say incubus is so adorable in your style! I just want to smother him in cuddles and kissed along with making him deserts and food! (Im a chef/baker and somehow this man in making me want to baby him and spoils him with food!)

Hii 🌙anon o(≧v≦)o

The incubus loves to be pampered by his lovely Dreamie. He just can’t get enough of your attention on him. It could be due to his incubus genes but he just craves intimacy 24/7 in only the purest of ways.

Though caution is advised! Should you make it a habit to spoil him rotten. He may soon turn from a cute puppy into a feral dog. If by chance you happened to slack off off of lavishing him in hugs n kisses n cuddles.

He’ll immediately go into a relapse from his addiction for you and will stop at no lengths to get what he’s due. Even if it means draining every ounce of energy from you just to cuddle you all day long in your embrace.

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[bunny-yan]

Masterlist

Total written works: 58 not sure if i'm going to add the imagines or leave them as little treats for those who find themselves bored and decide to scroll through ;) Bully Friends Cyborg Warmth

Delinquent ~ Sax Savior Chase Headshot Fight Duke Different Second Son Fae ~ Aereon Runaway Headshot Names Gently

Fan ~ Harper Number One Secret Bedroom

Giant Heart Privacy Needs Storytime

Hacker & AI ~ ? & Eve Blocked Greetings First Meeting(?)

Hero ~ Tasman Selfish Dreams Fears Silent Treatment Fool Propose Desert Fix You

Incubus ~ Ambrose Sleep Stamina Wet Fever

King ~ Idris His Possession Fears Sane Sorry Your Highness Stockholm Positive Fiancéed

Priest Faith Picnic Prayer

Serial Killer ~ Ellis Saw Hugs Monster

Soldier ~ Winter Kidnapped Captive Headshot Notice

Stalker ~ Valentino Valentine's Day Headshot Careless Popular Greetings Mask

Telepath Ex

Sharing is Caring ~ Series Fears (Hero & King) Greetings (Hacker, AI & Stalker)

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Incubus habayama?👀

Happy Freaky Friday!

This man is the devil incarnate. He started to haunt your dreams and take you on wildly promiscuous adventures. His talented fingers tie silk ropes around you body in intricate knots like a naughty Christmas present.

Expect to be bent over every surface of his fantastical home as he edges you to the point of insanity. You’ll wake up once you finally come unraveled with tears steaming down your face. Your dream visitor was always nothing more than a dream…

But one day you wake up to a blood red rose on the pillow beside your head… perhaps he wasn’t just a figment of your imagination

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[yxami]

so, since the whole deal with Incubi is that they feed/live off of sex, I imagine Akira must've had quite a list of past hook-ups (all safely silenced with a NDA, ofc ♡)

but the moment you come into his life, is like everybody else lost their appeal. sure, he still has to sleep with others from time, but he no longer enjoys them as much as before. they're no longer as fulfilling. they're not you.

so, the second he finally has you, he's over the moon! finally, he won't have to go to anyone else, he can just have you! you won't let your poor little incubus suffer from lack of nourishment, will you? ♡

(ugh, the chokehold this man has on me. def one of my fav oc of yours)

He’s the type to beg and beg, saying that he prefers you! You were closer to him and he loved the special moments that the two of you shared. Of course he’d naturally drift to you and ignore all the rest of his roster that he used to find so much enjoyment from!

They were nothing compared to you now! You had to help him out right? He’s just so needy and desperate and look! You’re the only one he trusts, you’ll help him out right? Pretty please?

#yxami’s yam #akiramyoc #yandere incubus #incubus yandere #yan incubus

[mykinkyyandere]

Okay what if Y/N has had enough of incubus Anakin teasing her and feeding off her energy? She gets all fiery and starts throwing things at him, even getting a good hit at one of his shoulders. She even tries to fight him off by using magic. How does Anakin react?

AO3

Warnings: Yandere, dark, incubus, smut, non-con

⠀

Being an incubus, Anakin likes you being fiery. Hot and rough sex, that's all he can think of. I don't think he will get angry, it's a fun game for him. After all, you can neither harm a powerful being like him nor keep him away from you.

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[heartfullofleeches]

C.C [Incubus Yan] and Bodyguard Reader

The horny simp levels would be off the charts

I imagine C.C first notices them as a bouncer at one of the clubs he frequently visits/djs for. Falls head over heels for Reader the night they apprehend a crazy fan seeking to hurt the devil for blocking them online. He could've take care of them on his own, but there's something about seeing a person choke slam someone attempting to take his life that really lights a fire in him. Offers to pay them triple whatever their former bosses were paying if they quit on spot. They'll be doing pretty much everything they did at their old job. Keeping a close eye on C.C, keeping him safe......washing his car in nothing but a tank top and shorts in the summer, moving his dresser just a little more to the right so he can get a good look at them bent over and sweaty, let him use their thights as a pillow....

Makes a point to give Reader their paycheck by tucking it in their back pocket just because he feels like it. If they ever want their yearly raise early the strip pole in his room is always ready and waiting. Sure, they're supposed to protect him, but if anyone puts a scratch on his human their entire bloodline has hell to pay. Unless their injuries are life threatening, he refuses to let them to go to the hospital as they have the perfect nurse right here.

C.C drools over this pour soul at every turn, but if anyone does the same he is fuming. Stalks his fan pages for any mentions of Reader, starting wars with random people on his alt accounts for their crimes. How dare they post/talk about Reader's ass online - that ass is his and the only pictures of ut should be in his phone.

-

Fan: C.C, C.C!

C.C: Hey, babe! Want a picture?

Fan: Yes, but I was actually wondering if that person that follows you around is single? They helped me find my ring the other night and I wanted to thank them...

C.C: ...

C.C: Know what, why don't we go take that picture up on the roof? The lighting is super nice this time of night.

-

C.C: Hey, love - got your paycheck here. Decided to try a different method this time around - no biggie

The method in question:

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[yanderes-galore]

Halloween ask with Yan medic with the blue medic S/O? f-2 and B-1?

Despite the fact it says Incubus, intimate actions are kept vague and are only hinted at.

Prompts Found Here

Yandere! RED! Medic Prompts F-2 and B-1

(Halloween Event - Incubus)

Pairing: Romantic

F-2: "They will never let us be together unless we make them."

B-1: "I'm going to engrave myself into your very being."

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Heavy implication of wanting intimacy, Flirting, Licking, Incubus, Harassment, Monster loving, Forced relationship implied, Typical Incubus things.

"Why do you still fight against me?"

The demon in front of you snarls, eyes ablaze and claws gripping your table. His tail thrashes in frustration at you keeping your distance. You were the complete opposite of him...

Why wouldn't he taint you?

"You say excuse after excuse whenever I come to you! You say we're on different teams, you say you don't like me!"

The incubus stalks closer, narrowing his eyes.

"You said your team prevents us from finally giving into each other...."

"Give it up, demon, I will not succumb to you."

"Can you really be so sure, dear? Not many can refuse the presence of an incubus~"

"Then find someone else."

"I don't WANT someone else!"

The demon roars, walking behind you and tracing his claws along your back.

"I want you... just think about it."

Claws drift to your shoulder, his tail wrapping around your waist. He leans his head into your shoulder, a cheshire grin across his face. You feel yourself heat up but refuse to admit it.

"You could have everything. I could do whatever you wish with you... yet..."

He traces his claws from your shoulders to your front.

"They will never let us be together unless we make them."

"Cut it out!"

You scowl before removing yourself from his grip, the incubus frowning at the fact his charm didn't work.

"You're pretty tough to crack, BLU."

Ludwig, the name of the demon taunting you, refuses to leave you alone, however.

"I know you will at some point, all humans succumb to desire. It's such a hot feeling, pooling into places you wish it didn't. Like the cheeks, and the-"

"I'm going to stop you right there."

"You're no fun... embarrassed?"

"Uncomfortable."

"It's a start, I suppose."

You groan and try to ignore the incubus. You hated how he made you feel. He was getting to you, but you needed to stay strong.

"... I can smell you, y'know."

"What!?"

Ludwig grins again before darting to your side.

"Why, of course! Incubi can sense all the smells you humans give off. I know I'm breaking your shell, (Y/N)."

A gloved hand encases your own, you feel so small compared to him.

"Soon I'll have you laid down on that table, all ready for me..."

His other hand traces your cheek, bringing you closer to his fanged mouth.

"I'm going to engrave myself into your very being."

You push at him but he just brings a claw to your chest.

"I want to claim you as mine. You'll be so covered in my scent you'll never forget me."

His tongue licks at your skin and it feels like he's scalded you.

"Come on, feed me. You know you want to. I'm just starving for that sweet energy of yours...."

"Ow... no!"

You again release yourself from him to prevent yourself from being overwhelmed. Ludwig glares at you before sighing.

"Fine. Play hard to get. It won't change a thing."

He sits himself on a chair in your operating room, grinning.

"I'm not leaving. You're mine and you'll see that soon enough."

Ludwig's laugh chills you to the bone, the gaze he gives you with glowing orange eyes unnerves you.

"You're stuck with me. You might as well make the best of it, BLU~"

#yandere team fortress 2 #yandere tf2 #yandere red medic #yandere tf2 medic #yandere incubus #panther halloween event 2022

[2-dsimp]

『YANDERE VISUAL NOVEL GAME WINNER IS URIEL THE INCUBUS』

I’ve finally figured out how to make a Patreon so I can upload the game demo on itchio. So I’ll come back and leave the link down below once I’ve finished adding some minor details.

Haven’t came up with a name for the game so I’ll just have to ponder about it as I go ( ´▽` )ﾉ

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[bunny-yan]

Can we have more incubus yan, pretty please?

TW: n/a

—

You were drenched in a dark light. 

Moments of heavy breathing flipped between being so soft you had to strain to listen and being overwhelmingly loud. You could barely hear the heartbeat that was previously pounding in your ears. It seemed to match your rhythm perfectly, speeding up as you stuck so close together it was hard to tell where your body began, and theirs ended and slowing down. 

One becoming two again. 

Breath exchanging things words couldn’t. 

You were sure if it was cold enough, you’d be able to watch as your breath swirled with fleeting compassion, similar to the sessions between you and your unnamed partner. 

It was hard to get a grasp on anything about them. 

The color of their eyes, the shape of their face. They were hidden behind layers of moving shadow, and despite the fear you felt you should feel, it didn’t come. Instead, you chased to unearth the mystery they presented.

You looked and looked and looked, and all you could see was that light. It was dark, but you felt comforted, drawn in, almost guilty to be away from their presence for too long. And momentarily, you’d forget, feel their hand on your side, beckoning you closer, the idea of existing separately was too much to bear, a taboo act that would leave you feeling lost the longer you waited. 

A passionate exchange. 

It could’ve been seconds that lasted for hours or unfelt hours, brushing over your skin and dragging you deeper to something you weren’t sure you wanted to resist. 

You felt your body sink, surrendering yourself to the mercy of this force feeling more freeing, more euphoric, than anything you’d felt before. 

You wanted this. 

Yes. 

The more you opened up, the deeper you fell. Willing, headfirst into oblivion that retrurned your trust with promise. 

More, it could offer you more. 

And just like your breath, that fear was fleeting, but your tumbling thoughts were silenced as a sensation ripped through your body, setting it alight, fulfilling a desire you weren’t aware you were capable of. 

It beckoned you closer and you followed in a drunken haze. Too oblivious to say no or too uncaring to deny yourself the pleasures it offered you, you didn’t care. All you knew was what it offered and that it felt good.

That light, dark and soft, bathed you, your entire body cool to the touch and yet everywhere they placed their hands, their lips felt warm. Felt hot. Felt alive with desire that you couldn’t tame. That you refused to. 

Conflicting thoughts between those hands that were rough, taking what you freely gave, or the gentle ones. Touches that felt like whispererd confessions in a quiet room. 

“What the fuck?”

You jumped, the sound of that familiar voice breaking the spell. You looked in its direction and you found a fuming Ambrose, walking with heat on his heels. 

Your unknown lover scrambled to get away, shocking you as you tried not get crushed in their escape, but they were gripped by the nape before being lifted off of you. 

“This?” he questioned, anger in his voice as he shook the disembodied figure like a ragdoll. “You were drawn in by this?”

“What are you talking about?” you asked. “Why are you here?”

Your brain couldn’t process what was going on. 

“Hours every day spent breaking down your guard with energy that I still have yet to fully replenish, patiently putting up with your reluctant acquiescence, yet you let this low-level-” His words cut off with a snarl as he gripped the figure’s throat tighter. 

There was a sharp pain in your chest that felt as if lava was spilling from a rupture in your heart. You curled over, the pain too intense to yell, let alone speak. 

Looking at you, Ambrose’s gaze only narrowed. “You even let yourself be tethered to this-” He grit his teeth, closing his eyes as he used his other hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “You know what, it’s my fault. I should’ve known your guard would be lowered with so much exposure.”

“Why are you here?” you wheezed, scratching at the heat that wanted to melt through your chest. “I thought you could only appear in my dreams.”

“What do you think you’re doing right now?”

Oddly enough, you hadn’t questioned where you were. This room felt like your own, but the closer you looked, as much as you could bear to look, the details seemed off. Your lamp wasn’t exactly the right shade, the pictures on the wall were blurry and unrecognizable, and you just realized that this room had no doors. 

Slowly everything began to look wrong. The wallpaper, the sheets on the bed, the placement of your dressers. It was like a lazy copy of your room with differences you would’ve never noticed if you hadn’t taken the time to. 

So you were dreaming. 

But there wasn’t the usual path of dimly glowing lights beneath the inky black surface. No ominous gate. 

“These denizens have confusion wards to keep their victims unaware as they siphon energy from them.” He said by way of explanation. “The entirety of your unconscious is my domain so I didn’t think to cast a barrier, but this one-” He enunciated by squeezing the creature’s neck, making you gasp as it felt like his hand was around your heart. “Managed to slip in and create its own pocket in the corner of your mind.” Turning his narrowed eyes to you, you felt the heat of his gaze. “And you let it.”

“Why are you blaming me‽” you bit back, indignant anger momentarily overriding the pain you felt. “You act like I knew this was going to happen.”

“This entire situation could’ve been avoided if you had come to me to sate your desires. Instead, you left yourself open to be taken advantage of by this bottom of the barrel scum.”

“I don’t see what the big deal is. This is just a dream.” 

You saw a vein bulge in his neck. 

He watched you writhe in silent agony as gripped your tether in a tighter grip. “The big deal is that your wants, needs, and desires are mine to feed off of. Exclusively. Understand?”

You wanted to tell him where he could shove that patronizing tone, but you barely managed to let out a gasp. Your chest was on fire, a ball of compressed pain waiting to explode, but remained just on the verge, growing little by little. 

“That means I don’t share what’s mine. But now, I have to go through and expunge every trace it left until I can destroy the connection you formed without killing you.”

Your eyes threatened to roll to the back of your head and your body felt so hot you were sure you would’ve passed out if you weren’t already unconscious. You couldn’t really hear him anymore. You wanted to beg him to stop, to ask if it was such a bad thing to be tethered, to say that maybe you could figure out a way to make it work, but his grip only tightened, causing your body to jerk from the pain. Your nerves felt like nails scratching a chalk board repeatedly. You dry heaved, knowing nothing would come up in your incorperal form, and praying the same would be true for your physical body. The last thing you wanted to do was wake up from this hell covered in vomit. 

He sighed, touching a cool palm to your forehead that momentarily alleviated the pain. 

“I hope it was worth it.” he said, your eyes meeting his. There was no warmth. No concern. Only cold rage stared back at you. 

“Because this is going to hurt.”

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[crack-art-n-stuff]

Another Day~

What are you willing to give to achieve success?

Have you ever wanted something that much? Ever had something you wanted to prove?

It's common sense to give your all if you want it that much. Hard work usually pays off. But most ignore the good luck needed. Fate is unfair. So, luck is needed just as much as hard work.

You had hard work in spades? But luck?

Not so much.

Sometimes, those lows almost make it hard to believe in these moments. Bright pink and red lights swept over the stage. The roaring stadium-filled audience combined with the blaring speakers should've made you deaf quite some time ago. You stayed in the back wings, keeping an eye on your rather troublesome bosses. Watching them basking in the limelight, drinking in that attention and admiration. You could see the euphoria in Nervah's eyes as he winked at a woman in the audience. Haven's finger glided along the guitar strings with seemingly practiced ease. 

Sometimes, it sent a chill up your spine as you saw them differently from others. This attention and energy they drained from others had their focus like sharks when there is blood in the water. What bothered you more was those looks, those glances they gave you. As if they could still see you from the corner of their eyes, even from your farther back spot. There were seduced backstage hands that should've blocked your place.

"Call out my name!"

"Call out my name."

Even when their eyes aren't on you, you feel like their words are trying to burough themselves into your head.

Dammit. 

As much as they irritated you at times, they were real sirens. Able to ensnare others with their words and actions. Even you fell victim to them at first, before you knew better.

By the time the concert ended, you were ready to throw yourself on your plush bed. But your work was far from over. Not when you were contracted to two demons. Locked in their dressing room, they let their tails and miniature forms of their wings out. But kept their human appearances for the most part. Nervah's hair was a bit longer, reaching to his lower back. Haven's hair was in a similar state, though half his face was covered by the hair and the back was in a half up half down style. 

You were forced to lay down on the couch as Nervah squished you in a hug, splaying himself on top of you. Arms wrapped tightly around your torso, you might consider yourself lucky you could even breathe. His heart-tipped tail swayed back and forth behind him, not unsimilar to a dog. His shirt was discarded to free his wings, which were happily flapping without lifting him anywhere.

"How was I, Manager? I was drop-dead gorgeous, wasn't it? You couldn't take your eyes off of me, huh?" He questioned as he nuzzled his face into your chest. 

The younger twin was likely just putting words in your mouth, but she had grown used to it at this point. So, you gave him bland "yeah" and "sure". Not like he was paying attention. Unlike the older twin.

Haven was skimming through cards that came with the gift baskets they paid no mind to earlier. At first, you didn't see anything special or different about the card, even when you noticed the kiss mark on the back along with some numbers. It wasn't the first and likely wouldn't have been the last time.

The older twin let a small flame begin where he held it, before tossing it to the side. The card turned to ash before it touched the ground.

He stepped towards you and his brother, the latter not making any movements other than burying himself firmly in your chest. Bending over, Haven's long chestnut framed his face and yours, as it encompassed yours. Leaning closer, his hair slowly covering the space around the cushion your head laid on. His hand landed near your shoulder to hold himself up. 

"He's right. We did well", he spoke lowly, "So, we deserve rewards, no?"

With that, his lips touched yours. It wasn't heated, just barely there. But there was something clear in it. There was no reason to rush or press farther. They weren't going to let you go anyway. Not like there was a place you could escape to. 

In the kiss, you could feel yourself grow tired, losing energy. Keeping your eyes open was becoming more and more difficult. As he pulled away, you could see his lime-green eyes glow. 

Selfish bastard.

"You should take a nap, y/n. You worked hard, too. Let us handle everything."

Like always.

After you let your eyes close, you felt Haven drag Nervah off of you. The sudden release of pressure was appreciated. After you heard some clothes rustling, you felt yourself being lifted like a princess and the door unlocking. You felt yourself being carried away. You finally succumbed to the dwindling energy and fell asleep, hearing Nervah's excited chatter as your background noise.

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Did I turn the incubi models into singers? Yes. Why? Because who doesn’t want a cute demon to serenade them. Also, no one told me not to. :P

So, this one is a little longer than the last one. Not gonna lie, was kinda nervous posting this. But I always appreciate any and all constructive criticism and other forms of feedback.

Now, if you’ll excuse me. Imma yeet myself out a first floor window.

Have a great day!

#yandere #yandere male #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere demon x reader #yandere blog #x reader #y/n #x y/n #incubus #yandere incubus

[konigsblog]

cw: somnophillia, non-con. 18+

incubus-könig is the evil spirit that takes you whilst you're fast asleep.

you poor thing... you can barely even think straight, or mutter a coherent plea for it to all stop, let alone string a sentence together. your head fuzzy and your body numb and aching, the disturbing feeling of his sharp claws digging into your soft flesh, scratching down your hips and thighs, whilst hammering against your bruised cervix.

so naive for sleeping without clothing on, as if this is what you wanted – to lure könig in, and let him take you how he pleases..

regardless, he'd claw it off your sleeping, limp body to take what he believes he deserves.

#orla speaks #incubus #tw: somnophilia #tw: non con #konig x you #konig x reader #könig x reader #könig x you #könig #konig smut #yandere könig

[yxami]

Which of the yans do you think reader would have the "healthiest" relationship with?

(As healthy as it gets with a yandere lol)

- 🌈

AS HEALTHY

Probably Eros, yeah he can be possessive but other than guiding you away from love interests he doesn’t do much other than dote over the reader

I was gonna say Caleb cause he doesn’t really do anything other than want to get bullied by the reader but the whole premise was the fact that the relationship was toxic 😭

Akira doesn’t do anything other than follow reader and hope they’ll start loving them more and more each time so he’s healthy enough

Leon is a pretty nice yandere, some jealousy issues but he’s a happy camper that will follow you around and be clingy cowboy that wants attention but that’s about it

Feel like I’m forgetting someone but that’s all I can think of from the top of my head

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #soft yandere #yandere oc #yandere ocs #yandere Cupid #yandere incubus #yandere cowboy #yandere masochist

[explicit-tae]

Metamorphosis

An alternate world in which you encounter someone in the middle of the night - a man seemingly hurt. Much to your luck, you were extremely wrong. (Teaser)

@juju-227592 @seokjinkismet @bloodline1632 @darkuni63 @castlewolfsbane @babycandy111 @chimmy-licious @whipwhoops @chimmisbae

Word Count: 8.669

Warning: demon jungkook, unsolicited touching/kissing/groping, ass slapping, humiliation kink, degradation kink, public sex, dirty talking, slight coercion, fingering, oral (f receiving), spanking, unprotected sex, blood play/licking, biting, creampie, squirting,

Alternate Universe | Halloween Masterlist | PART 2

“W-What’s happening?” you want to hold your baby close to you once more, inhale the soft baby scent that even a half demon like he had. 

The six men surrounding you began to chant. You’re unsure what’s happening, but your heart sinks. There’s an uneasy feeling in your core.

“Jungkook…” you murmur, reaching out for him.

“It’s alright, my beautiful human.” Jungkook takes a step back with the baby, rocking him gently. “The bond has been completed. Now we can be together for eternity. In Hell.”

The room begins to shake, as if an earthquake was beginning to happen. The candles on the stone walls all fall, falling onto the ground and erupting around you.

“Jungkook!” you shout, your nails clenching the thin sheet surrounding you. What in the world is going on right now? 

“The pain will not last long, my beautiful human…” Jungkook trails off. His son begins to cry, feeling the distress coming from his mother - noted seeing as he was just as connected to you as he was to Jungkook. “...once it’s over, you can reunite with us in Hell. We will be waiting for you.”

You cross your arms in front of yourself firmly, shivering as the heavy rain fully engulfs you. You’re soaking wet and obviously pissed. You had gotten off of work late due to your boss being an asshole - you had stayed hours past your scheduled time out. Usually you would have not cared because extra hours meant extra money - but today was different. Every Friday you made it your mission to visit the cemetery and place flowers onto your mothers grave. Since you have gotten off of work late into the night, there was no time to stop for flowers (and it would be useless due to the rain).

Not only were you stuck in the rain, but you had to walk the entire way to the cemetery, then home. There were no buses running at this time and that meant you were in for an hour walk home after the already 30 minute walk to the cemetery. Let’s not forget that you saw your boss drive right past you without any eye contact.

The sky is dark and starless and there appeared to be little to no street lights on. The only light you do get comes from the moon high above. You've seen this before in a horror movie. A lone girl walking at night and bam, a killer chasing after her. Maybe you shouldn’t be thinking like this at this time, but you couldn’t help it. You were utterly hopeless with no one to call at this time - and even if you did, it’s pouring rain and your phone is tucked deep into your purse to not get it any more damage than it already was.

Your feet ached as you reached the cemetery. The rain was dying down, but you were already soaking wet and it was the least of your concerns now. It took a few more strolls until you reached the familiar headstone belonging to your mother. You sigh, dropping to your knees. You would regret it later while getting the mud stains off of your work clothes, but you were off the next two days and that was enough to not think about it further.

Visiting your mother was bittersweet. Sometimes you’d go just to pay your respects, other times you would speak as if she was there with you - talking about your day and what was new in your life. Now you were exhausted and your body ached, you remained silent and enjoyed the quiet company. 

You’re unsure how long you’ve sat there, but you noticed that the rain began to pick up once more. You knew by tomorrow, you would be sick and decided to call it a night. You’d probably even decide to visit once more when the rain cleared up the following day to bring the flowers you couldn’t bring today.

You got off of your knees, touching the gravestone lightly before making your way out of the cemetery. Your eyes remained forward as your feet strolled through the grassy field. You cursed at your luck - your clothing stuck to you and it was becoming uncomfortable to walk.Your shoes are covered in mud and grime and it’s nearly pitch black in said cemetery, the moon shining but so much.

Your feet halt in their tracks. You blink your eyes, zoning in on a figure not far away from you. The figure appeared to be hunched over, on their own knees. You clench your burse tighter, eyes blinking away the droplets of rain to try to get a better look. 

The moonlight shines off of the figure and it appears to glow - it’s a person, no doubt. You ponder if they’re there for the same reason you are - but not everyone would be caught in the rain paying respect to a deceased loved one, right?

You begin to step closer to the figure, unsure of what your body is doing. Your mind is screaming out alarm bells, that something wasn’t right and this could end up going completely wrong. 

The figure’s head lifts up, shining eyes glowing in the dark. A man, you note, just as drench in the rain as you were. Black hair sticks to his scalp and covers the majority of his forehead. Just as before, he appeared to be shining underneath the moonlight.

“Are you o-okay?” you stutter out, uneasy with the intense stare of the man. You can make out his features - chiseled jawline, sharp eyes and full lips. 

Your throat swallows a lump, body visibly stiffening upon noticing the man's eyes turning a shade of crimson. There was no possible way you were seeing things.

The man begins to lift from his knees and once onto his feet, your mind is screaming at you to run. The man is tall - and athletically built. He wore a suit of the sorts, completely black that it nearly disguises him in the dark scenery. 

Your heart is beating outside your chest, your mind coming back to reality when he begins to step closer to you. His feet snap a twig beneath them. You want to run - you can even feel the way your body jerks to do so, but you cannot.

What?

What the fuck?

Your heart beats even louder that even the pouring rain is no match for it. Your hands clench your purse tighter against you.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Why is it becoming harder to breathe?

Your throat tightens.

Your body begins to shudder, trembling. You’re unsure what in the world is going on with you right now. You’re trembling, feeling a rush of cold air go through you one moment and the next, you’re burning up. Your body temperature hightens, as if your blood is boiling at a rapid pace. Your clothes being wet and sticking to you already didn’t make anything better.

“You,”

Your eyes widen hearing the man's voice so clear - as if there wasn’t rain pouring. The wind kicked up, swirling around you, yet still, his voice was coherent. 

“are such a beautiful little human.”

Air filled your lungs once more and finally, you were able to breathe. Your mind swirls around on his words - a beautiful little human? What did that mean?

The man appears in front of you in a blink of an eye - how you didn’t fall back with a scream, you’re truly unsure. He’s tall, towering over you with his menacing gaze - eyes appearing even darker with a mysterious glint to them. Those eyes…they weren’t human, you note, they couldn’t be. Even if his overall appearance to be that of a human man - there was no man you met with such crimson eyes. 

The man offers you a smile - no, a smirk. It didn’t appear genuine like a smile someone would give you upon introducing themselves. This was a cunning one; devious.

You do not realize that you’ve dropped your purse until it hits your feet. Your body still feels hot, temperature rising every second. 

You feel the man's hand place itself against the skin of your cheek - they were calloused and even hotter than your own skin. His thumb traces the outline of your lips and you can hear he’s humming to himself.

“Your heart is beating so loud, beautiful. Are you afraid of me?” the man questions. “Do I frighten you? Or do I make you nervous?”

“Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.” you manage to say - more stutter. Breathing was difficult enough, but speaking appeared to be a battle. 

The man chuckles. “A prayer?”

“I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his feathers-”

You feel your throat tighten once more, this time by the man's hands. He forces you closer to him. “Shut up.” he hisses. “Your prayers do not affect me, beautiful. It makes me want to ruin you even more.”

Your body was feeling weird. Goosebumps prickled your skin - you can feel it beneath your clothing - and your stomach was beginning to bubble. You closed your eyes to not look into his eyes, but even then you could see them glaring at you.

“Christ be with me, Christ within me, Christ behind me, Christ before-” your prayer is cut short when a pair of lips are against yours. You’re struggling against the lips, a muffled scream dying in your throat.

The man removes himself from you, but he holds you close. His hands wrap tightly beneath your chin. Your eyes squeeze shut, heart thumping rapidly.

“You can feel it, right, beautiful?” The man's words are sultry, coming out more as a moan than a regular statement. “I know what it’s doing to you. I know you can feel it…right here…”

You gasp, feeling a tense grip between your legs. Your eyes snap open, the crimson eyes .boring right into your own. You want to jolt away from his prying hands - to push this man, no, this monster away.

“I know, beautiful…” the man sing-songs. “...the arousal feels amazing. Doesn’t it feel like you’re sinning for me, Y/N?”

You froze. Your eyes couldn't even grow wider. This man knew your name.

This man, whoever he was, knew you. He knew you’d be here visiting your mothers grave - that or he followed you.

“Yes, beautiful, I know your name.” the man chuckles, his hand rubbing along your clothed head. “I’ve always known your name. I’ve known of your existence since the day you were born.”

This man wasn’t human - your heart told you. His eyes, his words; he was something otherworldly. 

“Dear Father, Thank You for protecting me. Thank You for the angels that you assign to watch over me. I can be at peace today knowing that my very life is in Your hands-”

You squirm feeling a sickly substance upon your cheek. The man is licking you now - up your jaw, to your chin and now your cheek. His fingers hold your face in place in a tight grip. He reaches your ear, flicking the lobe. “Praying won’t stop me from having you, beautiful.”

This monster was doing something to you and your body. You would never feel this way. He had you under a spell - your legs are clenching against his prying hand. You could feel a pool of slick sticking to your panties - and so does the man.

“I need your help in this battle. I cannot walk alone, Lord-”

“Ah, that prayer!” the man cackles. “You feel it running through you, beautiful. The lust. You’re moaning right underneath my hand, beautiful. I can smell the sweet smell of your pussy.”

The man's words are so vulgar that you’re unable to respond. His hands cup your clothed heat even tighter. The hand that once grips your chin now loosens so he could push you closer against him.

“You’re a monster.” you hiss - but it’s not a regular hiss. No, the man notes this tone. It’s a moan of disgust, but a moan nonetheless.

“I am.” the man chuckles. “A demon straight from Hell, beautiful.”

Your throat releases a scream when your hair is yanked backwards. Your eyes are towards the sky, the droplets of rain blinding your eyes. You continue to scream when you feel teeth against your neck, biting down.

You want to fight the man - this predator. This demon. Your prayers aren’t working and appear to be falling on deaf ears. 

The man shudders at the taste of your blood. So pure and not laced with any impurities. But he wasn’t here for your blood - no, this was just a part of the ritual. 

“My name is Jungkook.” the man purrs, licking his lips of your delicious blood. “Finally, you’re mine.”

You cough. Your hands are clenching onto Jungkook’s chest unwillingly. You’re trembling, eyes fluttering. 

“You’re afraid of me, beautiful?” Jungkook tsks. His tongue licks the wound of your neck, twirling it up to your chin and to your lips. He presses an open mouth kiss onto your lips and moans. 

“I’m not yours.” you wheeze out.

“Oh…” Jungkook could only laugh. “...but you are, beautiful.”

Jungkook’s hand squeezes your ass. “I can smell your arousal. You’re so wet for me, Y/N. You’re clenching and unclenching around nothing.”

You feel ashamed by how true Jungkook’s words were. You want to cry out - you didn’t belong to this demon! You were a part of your local Church and attended said church with your mothers for years. You prayed constantly, remained God as your main priority and prayed away whatever petty sins you committed. 

“You belonged to me the day your mother gave birth to you, my love.” Jungkook’s hand pulls at your clothes. Your shirt rips in seconds, revealing your bra beneath. “That was part of the deal, after all.”

Deal?

Your hands grasp Jungkook’s wrist when his hands tug along your pants. You didn’t match his strength, and like your shirt, your pants are ripped to pieces. 

“I won’t submit to you, demon.”

Jungkook wants to coo at your cuteness. No matter how many times you denied him, he wouldn’t listen. You were going to be his regardless of what you felt - he had waited decades to get what he was promised. You had no skill, will or strength to deny him anything - you were already aroused. Soon, you would be begging for him and he would give you what you’ll be begging for.

You are turned away from him and flipped. Your face meets the muddy ground. You squirm when you feel your hips being lifted by Jungkook’s arm. The position is filthy and you want to be removed from this humiliating state.

Jungkook marvels at the sight of you - face down, ass up. So cute and exactly how you were expected to be. One hand grips your ass, gently rubbing before he brings his hand back and slaps it roughly.

You scream once more at the impact, and again and again. Jungkook continued, crimson eyes darkening at the sight of you squirming beneath him. 

“P-Please stop!”

Jungkook hums. “Why?” He slaps your ass once more, the sound like a melody to his ears. His hands trail between your legs to rub gently. “You’re so wet for me.”

Your eyes squeeze shut, teeth biting your lips to repress a moan. You can feel yourself grow wetter at the second and that’s what frightens you. You didn’t want to fall into temptation due to the demons hold against you.

“Let’s see just how filthy you are, huh?”

“N-No!”

Jungkook fingers hooks between your panties. He pushes them aside and finds his mouth watering. “Such a whore you truly are, beautiful. So wet and clenching around nothing.”

You couldn’t help the groan that comes from your throat when he rubs a thumb against it. Your thighs quiver to close, but Jungkook only slaps your throbbing ass once more to punish you.

Jungkoom continues to rub along your clit, fingers sliding between your folds effortlessly. He can feel his pants tightening at just the sight of you.

“So wet.” Jungkook grunts. He smirks, fingers dangerously close to your opening. “I can just slide…”

“N-No!” you gasp, but even with your pleas, your legs widen for him. 

“...right in.” Jungkook enters two fingers inside of you. So warm and wet - and inviting. He pumps his fingers inside, marveling at how you take him so well. “You’re milking my fingers, beautiful. Good little whore you are, huh?”

You shake your head, eyes squeezing shut. 

Why?

Why were you moaning for this demon? Why was your body not cooperating with your brain? Why were you so wet and aroused with such sinful acts?

“J-Jungkook…please!”

Jungkook groans. “That’s right, beautiful. Just give in.” he murmurs, his fingers picking up the pace. “It’ll be over if you just submit to me.”

“N-No…” You don’t want to moan any more. You can feel a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you. He doesn’t allow you to fall forward. He lifts you and presses you against him. “Taste yourself.” he hisses and before you can protest, he enters two of his fingers inside of your mouth.

Your tongue swirls against his fingers unwillingly, your juices hitting your tongue. 

“I wonder if you taste as divine as you smell, beautiful.” Jungkook whispers in your ear, popping his fingers from your mouth. “Give me a taste.”

“N-No…”

Jungkook hums. “No?”

You nod your head. 

“Then why are you leaning against me, beautiful? Why are your hips jerking for more pleasure?”

Jungkook flips you once more. He’s laid against the ground and has you hovering above him. You’re firmly in his grasp, unable to escape. His teeth - so sharp and canine like - bite at your underwear until they’re as ripped as your shirt and pants were. 

You gasp when Jungkook places you on his lips. You’re sitting directly on his tongue, palms back against his abdomen for balance as he licks between your folds. 

Jungkook grunts. “So sweet, beautiful.” he murmurs before going back to ravishing you. 

Your eyes are unable to remove themselves from the sight before you. Jungkook’s tongue - long with and split at the end, rapidly lick upon your clit and between the folds. You could no longer hide your moans, allowing the pleasure to run through you.

This was wrong.

This is a demon - no matter how attractive he may be, this was a demon.

You consider yourself a child of God, fully committed to your faith.

But Jungkook using his tongue to pleasure you felt far too amazing to not moan - too amazing to protest his advances any longer. And, as sad as it sounds, far too amazing for you to utter the word of God in hopes of stopping him.

Jungkook’s nails dig into the skin of your inner thigh. Your scent intoxicates his mind, your slick sliding against his tongue. Finally, you were his - and now you weren’t refusing him. Your moans are loud - even with the rain starting up once more. You were giving in to your rightful urges as his.

Jungkook’s eyes flicker to your face. Such a beautiful face contorted with pleasure. Mouth agape and moaning with pleasure, the droplets of rain trailing down your skin. It glistens beneath the moonlight.

“My beautiful human.” Jungkook growls. His tongue swipes at your clit once more. “Pleasure yourself against my tongue.”

Jungkook slaps your thigh in encouragement. He wants you completely submerged in pleasure that you would willingly participate in.

Your hips jerk forward and onto his tongue. A deep moan comes from your throat and you now find yourself thrusting onto Jungkook - a demon. Your eyes squeeze shut, wanting nothing more than to feel your release.

Jungkook’s hands roam your body, tongue laying flat while you use him. They trail up your thighs to your hips, wrapping around them to encourage you to go faster. He then slides them up your sides to grasp your breast from your bra. He squeezes them, pinching the sensitive bubs of your nipples.

“J-Jungkook, I-I can’t take it!”

Jungkook pinches your nipple once more. He clamps down onto them so hard that you scream out, lifting yourself from his tongue, juices releasing.

And Jungkook’s laps every drop, a groan rumbling deep within his soul.

Whatever soul Jungkook had deep within Hell that was.

You fall limp against his legs, legs quivering.

“My poor beautiful human.” Jungkook moves your body so that he is on top of you. “Came so hard that you can barely function.”

Jungkook leans down to swipe his tongue against your cheek once more, the reason you’re unsure of. 

“I’m going to make you cum over and over again.”

The rain falls even harder, but the majority of it is hidden beneath Jungkook’s body. He kicks off his pants along with his underwear.

You can’t see it, but you feel how large Jungkook is when he forces himself inside of you. You feel like you’re being stretched to the max. Your arms wrap around his neck tightly, breathing hitching.

“Beautiful human…so tight.” Jungkook growls. “Made just for me. My perfect little human.”

Jungkook doesn’t allow you the luxury to adjust to his size. He thrusts deeply inside of you, cracking his hips harshly. Your back hits against the muddy dirty roughly with each thrust. You were going to be filthy once this ended - if it ever did. This was a demon here with you? Did a demon’s stamina ever go out? It wasn’t like he was human.

“Jungkook, please!” you plead with him, but Jungkook doesn’t want to hear it. His teeth clamp down onto your skin, biting it harshly enough to release blood. “I-I can’t handle-”

“You can!” Jungkook hisses. He leans back to admire your disheveled appearance. You were covered in mud, blood and soaking wet. Your hair is sticking to you and your eyes are struggling to stay open. But to him - you were perfect. “Finally mine.”

There’s a bulge in your stomach, reminding you just who you were fucking. Jungkook is a demon.

A demon.

You were going to Hell surely.

There’s blood trailing down your thigh, but still Jungkook refuses to halt his abusive thrusts.

“Your soul, your mind, your heart and your body belong to me.” Jungkook growls, appearing utterly animalistic. “All mine, Y/N. My beautiful human. And all it took was a deal from your father.”

Your father?

You didn’t have a father - physically. You were raised with two mothers; when you grew up you never had a reason to look for who your biological father was. You asked your mothers, sure, but it was stated he was someone who provided them sperm and nothing more.

“He got what he wanted and in return…”

Jungkook flips you onto your knees. He wraps an arm around your neck and enters you once more. He continues the brutal pace, skin slapping and echoing off of the trees. You’re not sure if you were going to survive this. Your insides hurt - even if it came with brief pleasure. Your body was aching just as bad and Jungkook showed no chance of stopping.

“...in return…I got you, beautiful human of mine…” Jungkook grunts. “...you’ll be coming back home with me to Hell.”

It was your alarm that had woken you up that following morning. You jerked upward, eyes scanning the room. Your room.

You were in your room.

You inhaled deeply and exhaled just the same. Your ears are ringing and your fluttering eyes are attempting to adjust to the sunlight coming from your bedroom window.

Your aching legs manage to move. You swing them around your bed and lift yourself. You managed to make it to your mirror and you gasped.

You weren’t dirty nor covered in mud like you expected. That couldn’t have been a dream - everything felt far too realistic to be one. You were intimate with a demon - he had told you that you were his because of a father you never met.

Your eyes scan the scars and bruises littering your body. There’s hand marks upon your throbbing skin, one around your neck and two on both sides of your waist. You can see the bite marks that drew blood on your neck and another between your thighs.

You want to cry, but felt that even that would be hypocritical. You allowed a demon into your body - to have something precious that should have belonged to your human partner. You have learned from an early age that demons were tricksters and you had fallen into their trap.

You shower until the hot water runs cold - and even then you did not want to remove yourself. You washed your skin countless times in hopes to rid yourself of the sick feeling, but it never left. You could feel his hands on your body now as if he was here - his teeth and his tongue grazing along onto your skin.

Your mind betrayed you as did your body. There’s flashes replaying the long night Jungkook had bestroved for you. How he had taken you so roughly against the cemetery ground, both of you covered in blood. How he had flipped you and taken you against a tree, allowed you on top of him - almost every inch of the area you had been fucked on.

You clench your legs together and clench your fists. You dried your body, trying to rid your thoughts of the sinful encounter - but they wouldn’t leave. You were beginning to feel the uncomfortable throb between your legs once more.

Pray.

You had to pray. 

You dressed in fresh clothing and went towards your vanity. Your rosary would be there. You grasp it in your hands, ready to send a prayer when the rosary begins to burn in your hands. You screamed, dropping it to the floor and watching with wide eyes as it began to burn through the hardwood floor. 

“No…”

You trembled, not taking your sight off of the burning rosary.

You were too far gone - you were damned to Hell.

The tears finally came. You have dropped to your knees now, praying for forgiveness for the sins you committed. Your God would understand - he had to. You didn’t want to sleep with the demon that was Jungkook. You had no choice. He had you underneath a demonic spell that had you moaning his name, crying tears of lust and pleasure…

Had you been screaming his name, claiming how much you wanted Jungkook…

You wrapped your arms around him and begged for more - each and every time…

The feeling was returning. The familiar arousal between your legs and the warm feeling against your skin. You lay upon the cool hardwood floor, wanting nothing more than for your temperature to subside.

Why you?

Why were you being cursed by Jungkook?

What was the supposed deal Jungkook made with your biological father? And even so, you didn’t even know the man. Was he even still alive?

“Beautiful human.”

Your body jerks at the sound of Jungkook - his sultry voice.

Jungkook leans against the nearest wall of your bedroom. He’s sporting all black once more, this time a fitted shirt and slacks. His eyes are the familiar shade of crimson and they watch you closely. 

“Look at you. In a pool of your own arousal once more.” Jungkook shakes his head, a smirk placed on such beautiful lips…

You shake your head. This wasn’t your mind thinking - it had to be the demonic spell.

“I have not put you under any spell.”

Can he read your mind?

“I can read your mind, beautiful.” Jungkook states. “You can learn to read mine. Once we venture to Hell.”

You aren’t going to Hell. You were going to ask God for his forgiveness - to be allowed to be underneath his guidance once more. 

“God…” Jungkook chuckles darkly. “...will never take you. He never had you to begin with, beautiful. Why do you think it was so easy for me to get my hands on you?”

The familiar tightening in your throat, the heat radiating your skin and the goosebumps were returning. Your clit throbbed uncomfortably as if your body knew Jungkook was near. 

“Your body will always submit to me, beautiful. As it belongs to me.”

No.

No.

No!

“I know you feel the arousal once more. How wet you are. You’re such a needy little thing, huh?” Jungkook cackles loudly. “Touch yourself, beautiful. See how wet you are.”

No.

You weren’t going to.

If so, why were your hands going beneath your shorts to touch yourself?

“It’s okay, beautiful. Touch yourself and watch me.”

You want to deny him the satisfaction of watching you, but you’re already succumbing to his demonic spell. You were positive that he’s done something to your mentality that you could never deny him.

“I-I can’t.” you snatch your hands from your shorts, feeling flush with embarrassment.

“That just means you want me to, huh?” Jungkook is kneeling down beside you in the blink of an eye. You want to ask how he does it, but you’re afraid of the answer. You weren’t ready to go down a rabbit hole of demonic entities and powers.

“No…?”

“Is that a question, beautiful?”

Jungkook’s already tugging your pants down and taping your thighs aside. He’s amused by how easily you give into him.

“Go ahead and tell me no.” Jungkook plays with the lace of your underwear. Your clit is visible to him - wet and inviting as always. “Then I'll leave.”

“You’ll leave?”

Don’t sound disappointed, you think. You wanted this demonic entity gone - right?

“Of course. Tell me to leave, Y/N. And I’ll go.”

Jungkook hooks a finger inside your laced panties with a shake of his head. So divine and so sweet - even after he completely ruined you not long ago.

Tell him to go.

Tell him to leave you alone and to never return.

Be stern, you think. Resist him and the impure thoughts of this demon.

But you don’t. Those words never leave your lips. 

“Already so wet, my beautiful human.” Jungkook enters a finger inside of you for a second. He then removes it and enters it inside his mouth. “And taste so heavenly.” he cackles. “Heavenly for someone going to Hell.”

You don’t respond to Jungkook’s words. He’s already entering his fingers back inside of you. He pumps slowly at first to get you comfortable - and then he’s rapid. The sounds of his moving fingers echo off the walls of your bedroom - mixed with your moans of pleasure. It sends shockwaves throughout your body.

It’s so sinful, you think. How when you were a child with your mothers going to church, even if the three of you got awkward stares - how you read the bible alongside them. You prayed every night before bed, before every meal - you needed to know where exactly you went wrong.

“Still blaming yourself, sweetheart?” Jungkook’s so beautiful, you think. You recall many times hearing that demons were often beautiful to trick you into sinning with them. “I told you, you were destined to me long before you were even born.”

You feel Jungkook’s fingers hitting your g-spot, curling inside of you with each thrust. It’s as if he was going deeper and deeper each time. You don’t want to look at the beautiful man, but it’s as if he compels you to. His crimson eyes - so captivating and inhumane. You were told that you were under no spell, but that had to be a lie - demons always lie.

“I never tell no lies, my beautiful human.” Jungkook comes closer to you, licking his lips. “What you feel right now is not due to any spell, but your own body submitting to me.”

Your soft moans only fuel Jungkook on further. His tongue licks along the skin of your collarbone. Your thighs tremble with pleasure when you feel his teeth once more - he’s biting you. It doesn’t hurt, you note, not like it did when he bit you at the cemetery. 

You’re breathing quicken and your eyes snaps shut; you were going to cum. You cannot remember when you ever felt this much pleasure in such a short amount of time until now, and all you can truly think about was succumbing deeper and deeper into the pleasure.

“I know you feel it coming.” Jungkook’s breath tickles your neck as he speaks. “Say my name, beautiful human. Who is the demon who’s going to make you cum?”

“J-Jungkook…!” you shout, feeling the wave of pleasure shoot out of you. It engulfs your entire body, shuddering up the back of your spine and causing goosebumps to litter your skin.

It was when you opened your eyes did you think you were going crazy - completely insane. Jungkook was gone, seemingly never in front of you. Your fingers were inside of you instead of his own, completely soaked in your slick.

“How did you find me? I know your…mothers. They wouldn’t give up that information.”

It took a week to track down your biological father - a week of torment each night with Jungkook. You cried after you realized that you masturbated, not because you thought it was wrong - you’ve done so before. But because you weren’t sure what was real and what was fake anymore. No prayer stopped Jungkook from returning to you each night - and you never told him yourself to stop; your body submitting to him each time like he’s stated.

You visited your mother on the third day and even she saw the bags beneath your eyes. She questions your appearance, but all you could think about was the very man before you - it took hours to convince her, but she eventually caved. 

“Well…” your father murmurs, sighing after a moment of silence. “...what do you want? Money?”

Your eyes roam over the large estate he lived in. Money would’ve been nice if there wasn’t a literal demon fucking you every night - but even you wouldn’t think to ask him for money. He was nothing but a donor for your mother’s to have a child, never truly intending to be in your life. 

“What deal did you make with the demon?” you ask bluntly.

Your father’s eyes widen slightly at your choice of words. He turns to close the doors to the office you sat in before turning back to you. 

“What…are you talking about?” he coughs, turning back to you. 

“What deal did you make with the demon that’s tormenting me?” you don’t mean for your tone to come out harsh, but it does. You were upset - rightfully so. “What are you? A musician? You promised that son of a bitch your first born child for a record deal-”

“I’m not a musician.” he raises his hands in an attempt to calm you. “H-How did you find me-”

“Are you not listening?!” you take a deep breath, again, not wanting to appear too angered. “There’s a demon tormenting me every night. He said that my…father,” you didn’t want to call him that. He had no intentions of ever being in your life, he was nothing but a donor. But it didn’t matter to Jungkook. “made a deal with him. What the fuck was the deal you made with the demon? Why am I the one being tormented when I know you have other children-”

“You are my first born daughter.” the man caves. His voice comes out in a whisper and barely audible. “I have a son older than you before I made the deal.” his voice is cracking - was he guilty? After all these years did he feel bad for whatever he’s done? “I…I needed money to support my family. The demon said if I had a daughter that I…” the man blinks away from you. “...my wife fell pregnant with another son after we made the deal. That demon was upset. I’ll never forget those eyes. He threatened to kill my wife and kids if I didn’t give him a daughter. That was the plan. I never knew demons were specific with gender.”

Your blood runs cold as his words ring in your mind.

“I…what’s your name?”

You’re taken aback by his sudden interest. “Y/N.” you murmur.

“I thought the demon…I don’t know what I thought.” he sighs. “I kept tabs on you for years now and you remained alive. The demon didn’t take you when you were born like I initially thought he would. Each year passed and I began to think that maybe…he forgot? He didn’t want you anymore.”

You want to laugh. To think your life was given away before you were ever conceived. Your eyes roam the large office space and linger on a picture - a family one. The man before you with a woman, his wife, and two boys - his sons. They appeared happy as a small family of four. 

You sniffle, unsure truly if you could be upset with him. He was only doing what he thought was right at the time, trying to provide for his family. You ponder what would happen if he did have a daughter instead of a second son - would Jungkook have been tormenting her instead of you? 

You shake your head. 

“I have to go.” you exhale. “I-”

“I am…so sorry.”

You glance at the man’s way and nod your head. 

“So am I.” you murmur to him, your legs already walking towards the door of his office.

Your body is sweating, beads of sweat pooling down your skin. Your shirt sticks to you thickly and you’re sure that this is how you were going to die - or pass out. Whichever came first.

Your eyes snap and you lean your head back, cupping your forehead. You sat at your desk, your work forgotten about.

It’s been two months now since you've been tormented by Jungkook - though he had been missing for the last week. You were grateful - in a way - that he has not returned. Your body needed the rest.

Your throat closes up and your eyes snap open. You never ran as fast as you did now, pushing past your co-workers to make your way into the restroom. You slam the stall door open and hurl right into the toilet. You felt physically ill, vomiting for the next ten minutes.

You were sent home once a co-worker found you like that, crying and vomiting - you weren’t even sure you had enough in your stomach to continue, but your body kept on.

It was the following day - you were given a few days off to recover - when you noticed that something was terribly wrong with you. You visited your mother that night for dinner - she claimed that you looked both hungry and ill. She was just going to start dinner - steak - and that you needed to relax while she finished up.

You thought the smell of raw meat would disgust you, but it didn't. While your mother washed dishes in the sink, humming to herself, you opened the fridge to find yourself something to drink. You were parched and now growing hotter by the second. You smelt it first - the raw steak your mother had placed in the fridge for another day. She hadn’t seasoned it yet like she usually did and it caught your eyes almost instantly. Your eyes glanced before the fridge door to your mother, scrubbing along the dishes.

You grasp the bowl the steak was placed in and sniff it, your stomach rumbling. Before you can process what you’re doing, you sink your teeth into the raw meat, the blood oozing from the corner of your lips. It tasted delicious - finally something you could smell or taste without vomiting it up moments after.

Your mind suddenly clicks on what in the world you’re doing. You slam the fridge door shut and hurl the bitten steak in the trash. You feel ill - not because you just ate raw meat, but because you liked it.

“You ate raw meat?” your doctor asks, chuckling awkwardly. “That cannot be good.”

“That’s why I’m here.” you murmur, playing with your fingers to not look your doctor in the eye. “There must be something wrong with me. I-I sweat constantly. I always feel sick. I can’t sleep most nights-”

“That’s what we were looking into.” your doctor nods, offering you a kind smile. “We ran some tests and a part of the problem can be answered. You’re pregnant.”

Pregnant.

Pregnant?

You shake your head slowly, eyes now widening at the doctor. “I can’t be…” you trail off. 

The only person - were demons even people? Your mind races at the word pregnant. You were only sexually active with Jungkook - an act you weren’t sure if you had complete control over. 

Demons had to be infertile - you were a human woman. There was no way you could be pregnant by a demon.

“We took multiple tests, Y/N. Would you like for me to perform a sonogram?”

You’re starting to feel ill again. 

“Y-Yea.” you whisper. 

The gel placed upon your stomach is cold. You don’t want to look upon the screen, but you’re drawn to it. 

Your doctor hums. “That’s weird.” he murmurs. “The baby appears large.”

You’re unsure how to read the screen, but you try your hardest. 

“But you’re rather small. You are still in the beginning stages of your pregnancy.” your doctor continues.

You pull your eyes away from the screen.

You shake your head. 

“I can’t have this baby.”

Your doctor glances at you, but he doesn’t say anything but nod. 

“Is there a way I can set up an appointment?” you continue. “I-I can’t keep this baby.”

Your doctor nods again. “We can set one up as soon as we have available. Let me speak-”

Your doctor coughs, and then begins to clench his chest. You lean forward as he begins to cough blood. He proceeds to fall to the ground, sonogram equipment crashing alongside him. 

You swing your legs around to get up from the hospital bed. You swing the door open and scream out. “I-I think he’s having a heart attack in here!”

The room swarms with nurses, all pushing you aside. You couldn’t take your eyes off of your doctor as he’s being ushered out. Even as you make your way back home, did you feel as though you were at fault.

You swing the door to your home open and walk in. You close it behind you and wake your way towards your bedroom.

“Y/N.”

You come face to face with Jungkook.

“Welcome home, my beautiful human.” Jungkook offers you a smile, small dimples on display. “I’ll allow this realm to be your home for now.”

You shake your head. 

Jungkook takes a few steps closer to you. “You’re glowing.” he hums.

“You did this to me.” you hiss his way. “You put this…thing in me-”

“Thing?” Jungkook cackles, red eyes glaring at you. “You mean our child?”

“This isn’t a child.”

“But it is, my beautiful human. Made with our flesh and blood. A product of our love.” Jungkook is in front of you in a matter of seconds. He turns you around so you are facing the floor-length mirror in your room. He places a hand upon your stomach. “Such a powerful being to rival the strongest and most powerful demons of the underworld. I can feel it.”

You feel your throat tighten.

“You cannot feel such power yet. But as he grows throughout the months, so will his powers. They’ll be similar to my own.”

He?

“Yes. He. It’s a boy - I can feel him. He can also feel your disappointment, my beautiful human. You don’t want our child to feel hatred while he’s not yet been born.”

You shake your head. You didn’t want a child - not with a demon. You had your life planned the best you could. Find a man that you loved, get married - have children when the time was right. 

This time was not right.

“It is right.” Jungkook lifts your shirt to reveal your stomach. You feel disgusted that it begins to move. You’ve never seen anything like it. Women in early pregnancy didn’t look like you now. It was as if the child inside of you was attempting to claw its way out.

“Our childs power has shown itself today. He had his first kill.” Jungkook appears proud, crimson eyes shining. “It was self-defense. You tried to get rid of him, Y/N. He knows you did.”

Your heart sinks. Your doctor having a form of a heart attack, bleeding out in front of you. That was you - the child you were pregnant with. 

You blink rapidly to not cry, even if you desperately wanted to.

“Everything would be fine if you would stop fighting your destiny. You were destined to be mine - to submit to me. You are now having our child.”

Jungkook removes his hands from your stomach and lifts it in the air. From his reflection, you witness a small box appear in his hand.

“How do you feel, Y/N?” Jungkook asks, opening the box. “Do you feel nauseous? Headache? Hot?”

You shake your head, watching Jungkook remove a ring from the box. “I know,” he says. “you haven’t felt that way since you walked inside the room. It’s because our child feels welcomed with me around him. He isn’t on alert. He feels safe.”

Jungkook turns you around, holding up the ring. It’s large, a dark stone at the center surrounded by smaller diamonds. He grabs your hand in his own, sliding the ring onto your finger. “You humans enjoy jewelry as an act of commitment.” he states. “Now here it is. Consider us…married.” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. 

Jungkook offers a smile, unbeknownst to you, a cunning one. Humans were always easy to manipulate.

Your chest is ready to explode into small pieces. Your chest is tingling, you unwillingly inhale hoping that your lungs would be filled with air - the perfect amount of oxygen needed. Instead, it fills with water. Your head begins to feel numb and light, almost as if it’s going to crack open.

You feel dizzy, as if it dawned onto you just now that you were going to die here. Your arms flapped around for anything, but the weight of the water just brings you down deeper and deeper.

You managed to open your eyes, but the water isn’t clear. It’s hard to make out your surroundings and you cannot fathom what you’ve done to get here. 

You clenched your eyes shut in hopes the ringing in your head would go away, but it didn’t. Instead, it got louder and louder.

There’s no air left in your lungs, nothing keeping you alive. 

Your flaring hands cup your stomach - the bump that grew larger throughout the months. Your baby. Your heart sinks at the thought that not only you would be dying right now, but so would your son - even if a part of him was Jungkook, a demon, he was still a part of you.

Your chest burned while the rest of your body ached. You could no longer fight your kicking legs. You feel yourself sink deeper and deeper into the abyss, your surroundings only growing darker and darker.

Your mind, what little left you had of it, screamed for Jungkook to save you - that he was truly your only hope left. Not just for you, but for the child you both shared.

Your screams echo and bounce off of your ears. Your body begins to frail once more, feeling yourself being restrained. Your eyes finally focus and you realize that you are not deep in the abyss anymore.

Cries are heard throughout the room and finally, you stop fighting against the hands restraining you.

“I-Is that…”

You aren’t in a room. You aren’t sure where in the world you are. The walls are stone and high. There’s candles that are lined around your cot and on the walls. Surrounding you are several men, all unfamiliar except one. Jungkook. He’s holding something in his arms, wrapped in a clothed blanket. 

“Our son.” Jungkook rocks the wailing baby until he’s quiet. 

“Can I…hold him?”

The six men surrounding you all watch as Jungkook places the baby into your arms. Your eyes are fixed on him. He doesn’t appear to be that of a newborn - yet, he was half demon, so you wouldn’t hold anything against him. He’s still so small in your arms and against your chest and warm to the touch. There’s a mop of dark hard atop of his head.

Your son's eyes are open - and they are the same as Jungkook’s. Crimson, shining right up at you.

Your finger touches his skin, feeling your heart feel warm at just the sight of him.

Jungkook hums, feeling himself smile. He had you now - fully. Now more than ever would have if it was not for the child he’d given you; you had called for him while in the abyss to save the both of you. Even if there was never any direct harm to you physically, mentally you were calling for him. Him to protect you and his son.

“It’s time.” one of the men said. Jungkook takes the baby back into his arms, shushing when the small infant begins to sob at your lack of contact.

“W-What’s happening?” you want to hold your baby close to you once more, inhale the soft baby scent that even a half demon like he had. 

The six men surrounding you began to chant. You’re unsure what’s happening, but your heart sinks. There’s an uneasy feeling in your core.

“Jungkook…” you murmur, reaching out for him.

“It’s alright, my beautiful human.” Jungkook takes a step back with the baby, rocking him gently. “The bond has been completed. Now we can be together for eternity. In Hell.”

The room begins to shake, as if an earthquake was beginning to happen. The candles on the stone walls all fall, falling onto the ground and erupting around you.

“Jungkook!” you shout, your nails clenching the thin sheet surrounding you. What in the world is going on right now? 

“The pain will not last long, my beautiful wife…” Jungkook trails off. His son begins to cry, feeling the distress coming from his mother - noted seeing as he was just as connected to you as he was to Jungkook. “...once it’s over, you can reunite with us in the Underworld. We will be waiting for you.”

The chants only get louder and the room hotter. When you managed to take your eyes away from Jungkook, you looked towards the shaking ground. It erupts, pits of flames crashing through the ground. You scream, unsure of what was going on.

Jungkook’s words ring in your mind - you would be reunited with them in the Underworld.

Your blood runs cold, feeling your arms being pulled upon from an unknown force deep within the pits. 

Your eyes lock with Jungkook for a last time, crimson eyes staring right into your own. You’re unsure how to read him - he was a demon and could demons ever truly be trusted? They were cunning and selfish; only truly anything for personal gain.

‘I’ll be right down there when you arrive, Y/N. We both will.’ 

You’re shocked for a moment, hearing Jungkook’s voice directly into your thoughts. Now your body is being dragged down into the Earth, swallowing you fully and yet, all you could hear are Jungkook’s words in your head.

‘You have my word, my beautiful wife.’

PART 2 | Divine Intervention (Taehyung Version)

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