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Sinful
Klaus had become, to an extent, addicted to sex.
The amount of time he had spent indulging in his deepest fantasies over the course of a thousand years was unbelievable.
He had learned how to please himself and others.
He was able to tell what people liked or wanted just by their body language. He was able to tell what their darkest desires were.
Some girls were shyer with what they wanted, they would make him work for it and tease him. Klaus learned to enjoy the chase, the game of catching the girl and finally unraveling all those dirty little thoughts and playing with his new toy until she was all tired out and used.
Klaus often could't help himself but ruin women whenever they let him. The knowledge that they were his to break and claim turned him on enough and it was so easy for a man like him to push their limits and get whatever he wanted from them.
Girls would fall to their knees for him. The image of legs spreading was permanently engraved into his mind and the sweet scent of sex always span through his head.
As the centuries past by, woman had gotten a lot friskier. Much more forward and confident which made Klaus's desires much easier achieved. Especially in recent years, it meant he had been partaking in many more types of play.
From being in sex dungeons where he was able to literally use woman as personal fuck dolls to having someone restrain him and use him in return. There was very little Klaus would ever not do. There was also very little Klaus had not done aalready.
It was because of this, all this experience that he knew a girl like Y/n when he saw one.
She had been eyeing him as though he were nothing more than a piece of meat for her to sink her teeth into and as he trailed his eyes over her, he found himself doing the same back.
Y/n was what Klaus would call 'sex on a stick'.
She was gorgeous, flawless actually.
Legs long and toned, ass firm and round, waist tight and slender, breasts ample and tender, neck utterly delicious and biteable attached to a borderline angelic face.
But Klaus knew that she was no angel. No this girl was surely hand carved by the devil himself, utterly sinful.
Her eyes were dark under the dimly lit club lights. Admittedly Klaus had come there hoping to find someone to satisfy his needs but he hadn’t expected to be graced with a seductresses presence.
He looked right at her, soaking up the feeling of her attention. There was something daring about her gaze as though she were taunting him, testing to see if he would come over to her. Klaus didn’t bite the bait very often, he preferred for his women to come to him however he also knew how quickly someone like her could be snatched up.
Especially when he glanced around the club and noticed the other eyes she had on her.
He wouldn’t risk the opportunity to taste a treasure like her.
However when he moved to sit beside her, she pulled herself up and walked away from him. Klaus’s eyes narrowed in both annoyance and intrigue at the challenge as he followed her.
His hands slid up her hips and abdomen as she began to move along with the crowd in the centre of the room, the dance floor. Her body moved so smoothly that he could only imagine how well she could ride a man, how good her thrusts were. As her skin began to shine with heat, he pulled her closer to his body so that her squeezable ass could grind against his hard cock through his jeans.
Her head leant backwards until the back of it rest against her shoulder and he was presented with the site of such a delicious looking neck. Her hot breath tickled his ear in a way that sent shivers along his spine and made his hips press forward again.
His lips began to latch onto her skin, sucking and nipping up her throat slowly. A little giggle vibrated through her body as she kissed his ear teasingly and pulled her neck away from his mouth. A low growl left his chest and his hands gripped her body in need and possession.
She shifted round in his hold to face him. He pulled her right up close, squishing her breasts against him and sliding his hands down to her ass.
Klaus leaned forward so his face hovered just over hers. The music made it difficult for her to hear him but she watched as his lips moved. Eventually he spoke up, “I want you” he told her firmly and she laughed.
“You and everybody else” she answered, a taunting smile on her lips as she moved backwards but he wouldn’t let her get away from him. She was far too good to lose.
Klaus rolled his eyes and tugged her back to him, “Come on sweetheart” he hissed into her ear, his hands squeezing the firm flesh of her ass before kneading it. Y/n took slight amusement in her ability to have men all over her in the matter of seconds. Especially a man like him.
Someone like Klaus would get what he wanted, Y/n wasn’t a fool to that and she saw no bother in dragging it out too long but still, it was fun to watch the desperation set in.
She could feel how hard he was, how badly his body wanted her. Naturally she rubbed herself against him, allowing him that slight satisfaction to make his grip tighten further.
Y/n let out a little moan as the pain of how aggressively he held onto her ass, the mere idea of the things this man would do to her was enough to make her want him too.
Klaus responded to her display of pleasure and smacked her ass harshly to hear her breathy moan beside his ear. He breathed in the rich scent of her blood that pumped just below her silk-like skin.
The music vibrated through both their bodies as Y/n continued to move against him and welcome his eager hands as they groped and grabbed at everything she had to offer. Klaus slid his hand up to her throat and squeezed until he heard a sound of approval making his lips pull into a cruel smirk. He knew she was going to be something special.
Y/n could feel the delightful buzz of alcohol fuel her confidence as she brought her hand to cup his cock through his trousers. She caressed him firmly, enjoying how his hips ground back against her touch and his head tilted back in pleasure. Slight amusement made her lips twitch to a smirk as she squeezed his erection.
It took every ounce of control left in Klaus not to fuck her in front of all those people. Not to push her down onto her knees and fuck that perfect face until her vocal cords stopped working.
Fortunately for him Y/n could read his thoughts very well and slid her hands back up his body. She cupped his neck in her hands and smiled at him, her red lips curling enticingly.
"I hear there's a nice hotel a few streets over" she whispered, eyes shining with desire. Klaus nodded faintly, holding onto her hips as she lead them out of the club.
The cool air soothed his boiling body for a moment and he was able to think a little clearer. He pulled her flush against him making her squeal and stop walking, placing her hand on his chest and giving him a questioning look. Klaus, however, didn't have anything to say. He just desperately wanted to see her face in the moonlight, to feel her right there and then. Her hand felt like pure sin as he leant into it. Everything about her was sinful. And he loved it.
Y/n could see everything flashing through his eyes and slowly continued to guide him towards the block of hotels. Klaus was barely aware that his feet were moving as he felt all along her curves, stroking and squeezing as much as he could. Eventually they got into the building and after almost losing it and nearly taking her against the elevator wall, they got into a room.
Klaus finally let the animal in him out to play when they got inside. Her body was handled roughly as he threw her onto the bed and pinned her down with him on top of her.
Y/n laughed softly and ran her fingers through his hair as his lips and teeth attacked her jaw and neck. She laid back willingly and pet the beast that was so desperate to ravish her.
Her feet shifted to kick her heels off before she lifted one to press against her crotch, offering something for his throbbing cock to grind against. The contrast between his roughness and her softness stirred so much within him. Klaus couldn't help but tear the dress right off her body.
Y/n rolled her eyes to herself, wondering what she'd wear when she left in the morning but pushing the thought away when his big warm hands cupped her tits. His palms rolled over her nipples, before the heat of his mouth tugged at them.
"Fuck" she whispered breathily, her hand pushing his head encouragingly. Klaus had his eyes closed so she wouldn't see the wolf behind him as his tongue flicked over the hardened bud before switching to the other. His find could only imagine how gorgeous she would look with his cum splatted all over her tits. His hands squeezed them painfully as he pulled off her nipple with a loud 'pop'.
"I want to fuck these" He murmured, a growl to his voice that send a wave of warmth between her legs. Her hand lifted his chin, nails denting his skin as she pulled him up to kiss her lips at last.
They both moaned in unison as their tongues danced and played tauntingly at the other. Her fingers worked his clothes off his body, wanting him bare for her to touch and admire.
He pulled away from their passion as her hand tugged at his cock, he hadn't known himself to get quite so hard before. To the point where it pained him, he had to restrain himself from jerking himself off right then just to soothe himself. He knew if she tried to tease him that he wouldn't be able to help but cum. She knew it too.
Her hand stroked him firmly, once, twice, three times before he came with a loud guttural moan. Her humour filled laugh made his gut twist with humiliation but he couldn't overthink it. All he could think about was her.
"I hope you have more left in you" she teased and his skin blushed red as his wolf raged under the surface. He could see that she expected him to get embarrassed and defensive so he tried especially hard not to. Instead he simply rolled his eyes and pulled her against him again. His lips moulded back against hers and his hands caressed down to her hips.
"Don't mock me yet sweetheart, you won't last much longer than I" he muttered, brushing his fingertips over the soaked lips of her pussy. Her moans were like heaven and hell twisted together and he lusted for more of them.
The pad of his thumb caressed her clit slowly to begin with, teasing and spreading her wetness before a finger sunk into her. Y/n's eyes went back into her head and her teeth bit into her lip as she rolled her hips to feet his touch. The tightness of her cunt made his cock twitch again while his fingers worked her up.
"You like this sweetheart?" He murmured as his knuckles bent inside her and he stretched her with a second finger. Y/n nodded with a moan, bucking her hips to feel the delightful friction against her clit. "Your pussy feels so soft" He mumbled, more to himself than her but she still her heard him.
A breathless laugh left her as he pumped three fingers inside her, his eyes locked onto the way her cunt wept for him and the way her clit pulses with need. His thoughts blurred together as his hand sped him, effectively fucking her until her nails clawed at the sheets as her walls spasmed around his fingers. His breathing was as heavy as hers as he lifted his fingers to his lips and licked her fresh orgasm off of his skin.
Y/n was looking up at the ceiling, panting as she calmed down only for his hot tongue to press against her cunt. She cried out in pleasure, legs spreading for him to fully indulge himself between them.
He lapped at her like a man starved, his tongue curling passionately until the familiar taste of her cum filled his mouth again.
Y/n pushed him onto his back, kissing his lips deeply and forcing a groan out of him. Her hands caressed up his body to his chest. He grunted and his back arched when she sat on his cock, her pussy swallowing it whole.
"Fuck- angel!" he moaned and Y/n let out a soft laugh as she slowly rocked her hips, getting familiar with the feel of his dick inside her.
"Don't call me that" she whispered and he grunted, bucking his hips up in time with hers so that smack of their skin could be heard.
"Why not, angel?" he muttered, a little amused until his eyes locked onto hers.
Y/n's eyes were entirely black when he looked into them, in response his went gold against his will and a choked groan left him as she bounced faster on top his cock.
"Because I'm not an angel" she told him, her voice much lower and almost smoky as her words sunk in.
Klaus had no time to react before her teeth were in his throat.
An ironic turn of events for the hybrid as the demon fed on his soul.
Klaus's mind was a haze for the following hours though he was vaguely aware of what he was doing and the pleasure she was giving him.
The feel of her wicked tongue wrapped around the head of his cock was burned into his memory. Her pussy took him time after time again until they were both trembling with overstimulation.
Eventually they both passed out.
He woke a while later, when the sun was high in the sky.
He was laid beneath the covers with Y/n tucked to his chest. Visions of her true form flashed through his head and a slight feeling of fear mixed with the prominent intrigue he felt.
His body was heavy, too heavy for him to get up and he truly had to wonder what she had done to him and what she planned to do.
When she woke, she behaved as though it were a normal one-night stand. She smirked at him as he watched her get changed from the bed. Before she left she came to his side and stroked the side of his face, her touch so hot that it sizzled his skin,
"Don't worry Niklaus, your strength will restore" she whispered and his brows pulled together when she uttered his name though his heart sped up at her following sentence; "When I feel that you're ready, I'll find you again." She warned him as she kissed his lips and left.
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vampcubus · 8 months
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Oh boy so this is what we’re doing now.
Demon!Reader biting Giyu when they fuck, and he likes it, but you’re usually just so careful with him that he wonders what he did so wrong to deserve it.
“You’re just so cute, it’s hard for me to not just eat you right up.”
-someone who most definitely does not have a name as silly as ‘lune.’ Imagine that.
i dunnooo you sound like my lune-y bear 🤨
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!giyu, dom!demon!reader, biting, blood kink.
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Just imagining riding him into oblivion. Pinning him down and taking what you need from him without mercy. Leaving him reeling beneath you. He's making a mess of himself, tears bubbling at the corners of his pretty sapphire eyes, a creamy white ring forming around the base of his even prettier dick from a previous release as you bounce on him.
The action that spells his doom is when he throws his head back, baring his pale throat to you as if you aren’t by all intents and purposes, a predator. Your mouth waters, saliva filling your mouth and before you can think to stop yourself, You’re lurching forward to claim your quarry.
Giyu shouts hoarsely at the feeling of your fangs piercing the flesh between his neck and shoulder, wine-colored blood dribbling down to pool at his collarbone. His cock throbs, his legs kicking uselessly as the harsh pang of pain mixes with the pleasure of your hole swallowing him. His first thought is that he’s done something to make you angry, and his heart sinks. But you haven’t slowed your hips in the slightest, and you’re lapping at his blood quite happily, caressing the length of his throat as you suckled at the wound.
When you finally pull away from his neck and see his dazed and confused expression, you can’t help but grin. You drag the tip of your long tongue over your blood-stained lips, catching any stray droplets. “Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself when you look so delectable beneath me, Gi.”
That’s all it takes for him to throw his head back again with a whine and blow his load, back arching off the bed all prettily as he pumps you full of cum <3
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blackypanther9 · 13 days
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Gossip between Father and Daughter – Father!Alastor x Daughter!Reader
A/N: I decided to do this Oneshot/Headcanon for both, alive!Alastor x daughter!Reader and Demon!Alastor x Daughter!Reader. Enjoy ! (Picture belongs to rightful owner !)
TAGLIST!: @meg-giry1  @wen01203
WARNING!: mentions of the S word, name calling, insults, mentions of cheating, Vox and the other Vees get bullied in public AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!
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Human!Dad!Alastor x Human!Daughter!Reader:
When you start to talk about new Gossip:
Alastor was cooking Dinner as suddenly you bashed open the door, scaring the living daylights out of your Father. He quickly looked at you and made a face to scold you.
“Mon ange (My Angel), are you planning to give your dear ol’ Father a heart attack ?”
You ignored his scolding and gave him a big grin with a twinkle in your eyes. Alastor got intrigued.
“You will NEVER believe what I’ve heard, Papa ! That is some interesting tea indeed !”, you announced happily.
Your Father cocked his head to the side in curiosity, his smile not leaving, but it shrunk in curiosity and confusion.
“Oh ? What happened, Cher ?”
You entered the kitchen fully, pulled out a chair, sat down and looked at him.
“You do know Felicia Monrue, right ? You reported about her last week in your Broadcast, because she got caught drunk, even though there was no giggle water (Alcohol) allowed and she had to pay a hefty debt as punishment.”
“Ah...yes, I do remember her indeed. Hoho ! Such a gal getting caught.”, Alastor laughed out in humor, “Couldn’t even hold her own liquor, hahaha !”
You nodded eagerly.
“Well guess what !”
“What is it, mon petit (Little one) ?”
You looked around the house, as if anyone was listening in, then bounced and gave him a big mischievous smirk.
“Rumors have it, that she was spotted a few times with different men on her arm. She brought them home and someone heard lewd noises, while one of her neighbors swore they saw her and the different men in her bedroom, doing the forbidden act ! Can you believe it ?!”
Alastor took a sip of water, which he promptly spat out in shock, as you said that. He stared at you, then looked at his glass of water, then at the food he was cooking, then back to you and back at his drink.
“Am I sure that I am drinking water right now ?”, he muttered in shock.
“You are, Papa ! Stop being so silly !”, you replied laughing.
He looked at you again.
“You aren’t talking nonsense, right, Dear ? That poor Lady surely could never do such a scandalous thing.”
You shook your head.
“I really heard it, from more than one person too ! It already goes around like wildfire, Papa ! One even said that they have a picture of it ! If this gets out into the newspaper, her clothes store will shut down forever !”
Your Father shook his head and looked at his food, sighing in disappointment.
“Such a fine Dame and no class... Didn’t her parents teach her any manners ? How scandalous !”
You shrugged your shoulders and gave him a grin.
“Maybe it is just a faux, Papa, but it would be entertaining if it was true ! Don’t you agree ?”
“It sure would be, Cher. Anything else you heard rumors about, hmm ?”, your Father asked you amused.
“Oh ! There are new rumors about the Bayou Killer too.”
“Oh, do let me know ! I’d LOVE to hear their theories !”, your Father said enthusiastically.
“Some speculate now that it is a butcher and others that it is a doctor ! How ridiculous is that ?!”, you said laughing.
For a second the kitchen was silent and then Alastor broke out into laughter and he shook his head.
“A-a WHAT now ?! Hahahaha !”
Alastor laughed so hard that he wiped a tear away from his right eye. You looked at your Father in amusement.
“Stupid, isn’t it ? They really think you are a Doctor or even a Butcher ! I mean...you kind of are a Butcher, but at the same time, you are not !”
Alastor snorted in amusement and continued to cook Dinner, while you told him all the Gossip you heard and he discussed it all with you, happy to listen to anything you heard.
When Alastor starts to talk about new Gossip:
You were just returning from a quick shopping spree with some groceries as you saw your Father with a huge mischievous grin on his face. He took a few bags from you and you both started to fill the kitchen cabinets and fridge with your catches that you got from the stores.
You knew that glint in your Father’s eyes. He heard something scandalous and amusing. You couldn’t wait.
As soon as you both finished, you entered the Living room and sat down on the couch, your Father sat down in the armchair.
“Alright, Dad, spill the tea. What rumors have you heard, hmm ?”, you pressed.
Alastor looked at you with one of his hugest smiles and started to chuckle.
“Do you remember Gwen Kosiak from my workplace, who quit his job not long ago ?”, your Father asked you.
“Yes. Why ?”
“Well my dear child, he was married and they seemed happy. Suddenly they divorced out of nowhere. Rumors have it that he cheated on his wife with the housemaid !”
You covered your mouth in shock.
“No way !”, you gasped out.
“Yes indeedy !”
You started to let out a chuckle.
“I would have never expected that from Gwen.”
“Me neither, Cher ! Me neither !”
You both chuckled and as it calmed down, your Father smirked.
“There has also been the rumor going around that the dress shop, you love to visit so frequently, is going bankrupt, because the owner of the store refuses to pay the rent !”
You stared at your Father gob smacked.
“Seriously ?”
All your Father did was nod.
“Indeedy !”
You leaned back in shock, then your face saddened.
“A real shame, guess I should look for a new favorite dress store then.”, you muttered.
“You definitely should, Cher !”, Alastor encouraged.
You could see that he wasn’t finished yet, so you waited for him to start the next section of discussion to gossip about.
“Also, Mrs. Tiana gave birth to her and her husband’s offspring ! The spawn looks nothing like them ! Hahaha !”
“You don’t think that she was going behind her husband’s back, do you ?”
“I think she was, Cher !”
“My, how scandalous ! Was it truly that bad ?”
“The child didn’t have their skin color, nor their hair color ! The child’s skin color was almost like mine and the hair was ginger ! Both of them were white and one had blond hair while the other had black hair. They both said that none in their Family tree had a different skin color, nor ginger hair ! So it just can’t be his offspring.”
You covered your mouth in shock.
“I never would have thought of Mrs. Tiana as a harlot.”, you muttered.
“None of us did, mon Cher ! Yet, here we are !”
The two of you continued to gossip and talk about rumors for a while. Alastor was always happy to listen, theorize with you and to talk about everything. He was almost like a woman, chattering about all the scoundrels that were talked about and you LOVED your Dad for that. He was practically both to you. A Mother and a Father. You never lacked anything.
In Hell:
When you start gossip:
Your Father was just about to wrap up his Broadcast in Hell, as you stormed inside. He looked at you startled, his Deer ears standing on high alert. As soon as he saw you, he rolled his eyes gently, scolding himself in his thoughts, that he got scared of you.
“Father, guess what !”, you announced happily.
Oh, he knew by that voice that you heard some gossip. He turned to you, leaving his broadcast on for now.
“What is it, Cher ?”, he asked.
“I heard some interesting tea about the Vees ! Wanna hear it ?!”
He perked up and looked at you highly interested. He snapped another chair into existence next to him and gestured for you to sit down. You did so eagerly.
“Now, what was that, Cher ?”, he asked, interested.
You were bouncing up and down on your chair.
“So, apparently Valentino and Vox are in a on and off relationship, just to screw each other, when Valentino’s harlots are too busy ! How desperate is that, Papa ?! Hahaha !”
Alastor, who sipped his black coffee, spat it back out and coughed into his sleeve from shock. Then he chuckled.
“That sounds pathetically desperate ! Hahaha ! I never thought that Vox would sink even lower than he already did !”, your Father laughed out.
“I didn’t know that Valentino was so depraved and pathetically desperate that he even fucks his own harlots ! Hahaha ! That just shows how unwanted he is !”, you laughed out.
“True, true, my Dear !”
“Oh, oh ! And have you heard that the Demon, Velvet dated, broke up with her ?!”
“Applesauce, mon petit !”, he yelled in fake shock.
“It’s true, Papa ! They apparently were dining in a restaurant and suddenly the man said that he is dumping her ass, then left the restaurant without paying too ! She left it, looking like a mess ! I bet the other two Vees had to coddle her to make it better ! HA ! How fucking pathetic for an Overlord !”
Alastor laughed loudly at that and petted your head, affectionately.
“Also, Vox tried to copy your Radio Station to make Radio Broadcasts himself, to grow bigger ! Can you believe how desperate that flat faced idiot is ?! Hahaha !”
“Is that so, Cher ?”, Alastor said partly amused, partly triggered.
“He tried to hide it from you too ! Sadly someone from his team snitched ! Hahahaha !”, you confirmed with laughter.
“Hmmm. Interesting indeed, Cher !”
“Also, some guests in Valentino’s porn clubs said that the hygiene in the bathrooms, of all the clubs, are so nasty that no one even wants to take a dump there ! Hahaha ! That insect is destroying his own image !”, you cackled out.
Alastor laughed at that.
“Well, what did you expect from a moth, Cher ? That they are clean ?”
“You would think his business and his employees means something to him, but it seems it wants to go broke soon enough !”
Alastor just chuckled and already planned how to teach Vox a lesson, for trying to take over Radio, HIS specialty.
The Broadcast went 30 minutes longer, discussing and gossiping about the Vees mostly.
After they finished their Broadcast, they saw that all of Pentagram City had a blackout. Welp, they fried Vox then with the other two Vees.
When Alastor starts gossip:
You both visited Rosie, just to catch up a bit and that was where everything went down. From a small pleasant exchange of how you all three have been, it turned into gossiping.
“My Dear, you have to be pulling our legs.”, Alastor accused Rosie in disbelief.
“I am not, Al ! I promise ya ! He really tried to eat her !”, Rosie insisted.
You just laughed and ate another finger that Rosie offered. You rarely did eat her treats that she offered, but today you were fine with it. Rosie knew about your picky diet swings, so she never felt insulted.
“What about you, Dear ? Any interesting gossip ?”, Rosie asked you.
“Oh quite some interesting ones, indeed !”, you replied.
“Oh do spill the tea, Dearie !”, Rosie said in excitement.
“Well, I heard that Zestial had three Sons and they are all down here. They say that Zestial hid them from everyone, because they are not very strong and he is ashamed of them.”
“Oh my...”, Rosie said in shock and intrigue.
Alastor was in slight shock and very interested in it.
“I will ask Zest about it tomorrow. After all we are supposed to meet up at Carmilla’s tomorrow. He is always there.”, you told her.
“Oh please do ask him ! I would love to know if these rumors are true !”
Then she turned to Alastor.
“And you, my friend ? What did you catch ?”
Alastor chuckled.
“A lot of people are starting to question Queen Lilith’s absence. Many say that she made a Deal with the Holy Gates. Others say that she got exterminated.”
“Hah ! As if anyone could kill our Queen ! She would NEVER agree to make a Deal with the Angels either ! How silly !”
Alastor chuckled and nodded, agreeing with Rosie, while you just shook your head in amusement.
“Also, it was rumored that Overlord Missi Zilla was seen with a lowlife Sinner, getting a bit steamy in an alley way.”
“No way !”, Rosie and you yelled.
“Yes, yes, indeedy !”, Alastor insisted.
Rosie leaned back.
“Oh my stars...”, she muttered.
“Who do you think it was ?”, you asked the two other Overlords.
“All I have heard was that the Demon Sinner was a bull. There was nothing else.”, Alastor chimed in.
“As if Missi would stoop that low.”, you scoffed.
“You never know, my Dear !”
And the gossip with Rosie and Alastor would continue for a long while, while you chimed in and shared your own gossip. You saw Rosie like a Mother figure and your Father didn’t mind it a bit. He was glad you liked Rosie.
You three Overlords would gossip for hours.
Alastor is a HUGE fan of gossip. You never know what interesting information you will hear, after all.
He would gossip with you, his beloved Daughter, like women would gossip amongst each other.
He would try and see if you were pulling his leg or not, but most of the times you were serious.
As soon as he got interesting gossip, he would immediately sit down with you and share, loving to bond with you over simple gossip.
He would always share a few laughs with you here and there.
He loves it when you have gossip/information about his enemies/victims. Somehow you just KNEW where and how to get the interesting tea ! He couldn’t be prouder !
He would never shut you down if you wanted to gossip with him. He would always listen and throw in his input/opinion on the matters discussed.
He is the perfect person to gossip with and so are you and Rosie.
I hope I hit the mark with this ! ^^'
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thepaperpanda · 11 months
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The hot springs || Douma x fem!reader x Akaza
Summary: You suggested a hot spring visit to ease the tension between Akaza and Douma 😈
Warnings: none, but the reader is one of the Upper Moons
Word count: 4,5k
Authors: Cass & Rouge
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As one of the Upper Moons, you were esteemed among your fellow demons and counted Douma and Akaza as close acquaintances. Over the centuries, you had forged a relationship with both of them that was both complex and, at times, tiring.
Douma, with his impeccable taste and artistic flair, had always been a fascinating figure to you. He was cunning and manipulative, but also prone to bouts of whimsy and erratic behavior. Despite his charm and wit, you could not help but feel a sense of irritation at times, especially when he became overly self-indulgent or cruel to those around him.
Akaza, on the other hand, was a force of nature. His raw power and determination were awe-inspiring, and you had often marveled at his ferocity in battle. However, his uncompromising attitude and stubborn nature could also be grating, and you found yourself growing increasingly weary of his constant need for challenge and conflict.
You loathed witnessing the incessant conflicts that would ensue between Akaza and Douma, often without any clear objective or motive. The clashes were nothing more than an exercise in brutality and bloodshed, fueled by an insatiable appetite for violence that seemed to consume both demons. The ferocity of their battles was matched only by the callousness of their words, as they hurled insults and taunts at each other with the same merciless vigor as their physical assaults. Each encounter was a brutal display of power and dominance, leaving you with a sense of unease and discomfort that lingered long after the dust had settled. It seemed that their mutual animosity had no end, and no purpose beyond the perpetuation of their own pride and arrogance.
As you pondered over the problem at hand, you began to develop an idea on how to reconcile the two opposing sides. With your advanced critical thinking skills and innovative approach to problem-solving, you meticulously crafted a plan that would bridge the gap between Douma and Akaza.
The idea was a risky one, as it would involve keeping each demon unaware of the other's presence, but you felt that the potential benefits outweighed the potential drawbacks.
You spent weeks meticulously planning the excursion, choosing the perfect location and ensuring that everything was in order. You sent separate invitations to each demon, making sure to provide detailed instructions on how to reach the hot springs without crossing paths with the other.
Finally, the night of the event arrived.
Akaza was the first one to arrive at the hot springs. He held a great liking towards you, a young demon who had proven to be loyal and disciplined, traits which he deeply admired.
Although the hot springs were unconventional, Akaza was not about to decline the offer. In fact, he was surprised that you had found such a secluded location, away from humans and in the heart of nature.
As he approached you, Akaza offered a warm greeting and willingly followed your lead. However, he couldn't help but express his suspicions about the sudden invitation. "I must say, you inviting me here so abruptly... it does raise some suspicion," he remarked.
"Well, I guess I just thought it would be nice to catch up."
As you walked towards the hot springs, you couldn't help but feel a little proud of yourself. It wasn't every day that you managed to outsmart a demon like Akaza.
The warm, mineral-rich waters were known for their healing properties, and the opportunity to soak in their embrace was a rare treat. The sound of the rushing water and the lush greenery surrounding the place filled you with a sense of calm and tranquility.
"You could have just said so, and I would have come to see you earlier," he summed up. Akaza let out a contented sigh as he settled into the hot spring after taking his buggy pants off. It was the perfect place to unwind and relax. As he leaned back, he couldn't help but think that you had chosen an excellent spot. He felt grateful to have such a loyal and devoted companion like you.
You pulled off your shirt, feeling the fabric slide off your skin, revealing your naked chest. Then, you unbuttoned your pants, and let them drop to the ground. 
Despite your initial hesitation, you couldn't resist the call of the water, and soon you found yourself joining Akaza. The sensation of the water surrounding you was almost overwhelming, the weightlessness and the gentle currents carrying you along on their own journey. "Akaza?" You swam to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
His arm gently wrapped around your waist, drawing you closer to him. He hummed softly and opened his eyes to gaze at you intently. "What is it?”
"We won't be alone, handsome. I invited one more person."
Akaza's expression immediately soured. "Who else did you invite?"
"Akaza-dono! Y/N!" Douma's exuberant voice echoed across the hot springs, causing Akaza to stiffen. Of all the beings Akaza could have gone without seeing, Douma was at the top of his list. All he wanted was to spend some peaceful time with you, without any interruptions.
"Aww... did I arrive too late? I hope I didn't miss out on anything exciting," Douma grinned as he undressed and joined the two of you in the water. "Only Y/N could have come up with such a delightful plan!"
"Good evening, Douma-sama!" You greeted him, letting go of Akaza and swimming to the other demon to place a kiss to his jaw. "I was afraid you won't come."
"How could I refuse you, my dear?" Douma chuckled, nuzzling your cheek before planting a soft kiss on it. "Besides, it has been ages since I last soaked in a hot spring!"
"Guys, I brought the two of you here for a reason," you said, your eyes locking onto theirs. "I'm tired of your constant fighting and bickering. It's time to put an end to this feud. That's all I ask. I don't expect you to become best friends overnight, but I do expect you to try to get along."
Akaza let out an audible scoff, clearly not amused by the suggestion. He had no intention of following through with such a foolish idea.
"Feud?" Douma questioned, his head tilted to the side. "Don't be silly, Y/N. There's no feud between us. Where on earth did you get that idea from?"
You leaned forward, your voice gentle but firm. "I understand that, but you can't let those disagreements fester. You need to sit down and have an honest conversation about what's been bothering you. And most importantly, you need to listen to each other."
"I don't care about his reasons for being bothered. I came here to spend time with you and relax. Alone," Akaza grumbled.
Douma rested his chin on your shoulder and let out a sigh of his own. "I truly don't see what the issue is, my dear. I have no ill feelings towards Akaza-dono. We simply enjoy teasing each other, nothing more."
You slipped your sharp nails into Douma's hair, scratching his scalp lazily while giving a glance to Akaza. "Come here, handsome," you asked him, making the best doe-eyes.
Douma's smile widened as he leaned into your hand, closing his rainbow-coloured eyes, enjoying the affection.  Akaza couldn't deny the comfort of having you close, even if it meant being near Douma. He let out a deep sigh and moved closer to you after cutting the distance, his arm wrapping around your waist from behind.
"Can you at least consider my words, Akaza?" You asked, leaning into his strong hand on your waist.
"Please don't expect me to perform miracles," Akaza shook his head, trying to focus on your scent instead looking at Douma who was way too close to you, as for Akaza’s liking.
Douma let out a contented sound, his smile still intact. "See? We don't fight all the time, as you put it, darling."
"Excuse me, Douma," you began, your voice carefully measured. "I can't help but be reminded of Akaza when I saw the way he carried you with the strong blow aimed at your jaw during the last meeting we all attended.”
Douma maintained his grin, directing it towards you. "Oh, dear Y/N, don't be so dramatic. It's merely a harmless horseplay. Do I appear to be bothered by it?"
"Excuse me, but I have to say something. I understand that you two may not consider your behavior harmful, but I do. And I think it's time you changed the way you speak and act towards each other. And I won't let you go until you both apologize to each other and shake your hands," you folded your arms over your chest, tilting your head to the side. "And I have plenty of time."
"You're being dramatic, Y/N," Akaza said with an eye roll. "I won't even touch him."
Douma let out a soft whine in response. "Ah, what a shame, Akaza-dono! I was looking forward to some fun," he shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I suppose we have more time to relax now."
"Boys!" You whined sadly. "Please? For me?"
Douma pouted and wrapped his arms tightly around you. "But I'm a good boy, I didn't do anything wrong," he protested.
Akaza shook his head and swam away, clearly annoyed by Douma's antics.
Meanwhile, the rainbow-eyed demon sighed and made himself comfortable, pulling you onto his lap. "Don't worry about him. He's just being moody," he said reassuringly.
"Akaza-dono!" You moaned after the other demon and rolled your eyes, rubbing your temples. "Honey, wait here a little, I need to speak with him," you kissed Douma's jaw and swam to Akaza.
Ignoring you until you sat on his lap, Akaza eventually relented and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer against his toned chest.
"You're mad at me, aren't you?"
Akaza didn't bother to look at you as he muttered, "Yes, you brought him here. I don't understand why you would want to be involved with him in any way, but I allow it nevertheless. Just you need to know that I have absolutely no plans to get near this bastard any more than necessary."
You studied Akaza's face carefully, taking in the tension in his features as he spoke of his concerns. His words were measured, but the worry in his voice was palpable. "Are you worried about leaving me by Douma's side?" You asked gently, your eyes never leaving his face. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you knew would be a difficult conversation. "I appreciate your concern, Akaza. But I need you to understand that all I want is for the two of you to get on good terms. I'm tired of the constant fighting and tension between you. And truly, it affects not only me but other Upper Moons as well."
Akaza expressed his disapproval with a sigh. "I have no intention of being on good terms with that annoying, woman-eating creature," he said. "Douma is a poor excuse for a demon, and don't try to manipulate my emotions. It only affects you, not anyone else. I'm perfectly fine with keeping my distance from him."
"For me? Pretty please?" You rested your forehead against the crook of his neck..
With a deep sigh, Akaza rolled his eyes and asked, "What do I get out of it, little one?"
You blinked; you didn't expect him to have any conditions or stuff like that. "What would you like to get?" You asked, playfully tugging on his hair.
"Well, I’m asking you about that. Since you try to force me into interacting with him," Akaza pointed at Douma who just smiled and waved at the two of you. "I am getting lonely here, Y/N-chan!” He sang, showing his perfect fangs in a wide grin.
Before you managed, you laughed involuntarily and waved back at Douma. "Well. Isn't my love enough?" You kissed Akaza’s cheek, slowly moving your hands down his nape, scratching where you knew he liked the most.
Akaza shrugged and kissed your cheek, "Sorry, but your love alone isn't enough to make me want to get closer to him."
You cupped his face in your palms and kissed him as deeply as you could, slipping your tongue past his lips. "Come on, Akaza, be a good boy. I know you are. And it would make me happy."
Akaza acquiesced with a low growl and nodded, releasing a deep sigh. "Very well. Let it be as you wish."
You let a happy squeak, tugging on his hair. "You're the best, you know?"
He pushed your hand away from his hair in annoyance. "If you stop pulling on my hair, I'll consider your pleas. So what exactly do you want me to do with him?"
"I like when you're growing angry," you told him, grasping his hand. "Since you agreed, you two will interact like the good boys you are. And you'll apologize to him, and he'll apologize to you. Come, handsome."
Akaza followed you while squeezing your hand.
Douma, who was sitting in the water looking visibly bored, immediately perked up and started beaming with happiness upon seeing the two of you approaching. "Oh Y/N, Akaza-dono! Finally! I was afraid you both forgot about me!"
"And tell me, how could I have forgotten about my charming lord?" You asked, tapping his shoulder, and giving a significant glance to Akaza.
Instead of giving in to his urge to punch Douma, Akaza took control of his emotions and forced a smile. He apologized for his previous behavior and said, "I'm sorry for being so mean to you, and for punching you, so many times."
"Please don't feel the need to apologize, Akaza-dono," Douma smirked, stretching his arms. "However, since you have, I accept your apology!"
Akaza found it difficult to control his anger and resist the urge to punch Douma's face, with that ugly smirk glued to the other demon's lips.
After their heated confrontation, it was a relief to see that Akaza was willing to swallow his pride and apologize. You knew that it wouldn't be an easy thing for him to do, but you also knew that it was the right thing.
Akaza's deliberate words caught your attention as you observed Douma's facial expressions closely. You noticed a sense of astonishment followed by a guarded sense of acceptance.
"Douma," you said softly, fixing him with a pointed look. "It's time for you, darling."
Douma blinked in surprise as he looked at you. Apologize? He, the nice one, had to say sorry? Nevertheless, he moved closer to the pink-haired demon and wrapped his arms around Akaza tightly, his voice filled with happiness as he said, glaring up at Upper Moon Three, "I'm sorry for ever annoying you! I never meant to do so. You’re my best friend in the end."
Akaza froze in place as Douma wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace. His muscles tensed up as he fought the urge to lash out and attack the cult leader.
You smiled, seeing them interacting. You settled into the hot spring, the warm water enveloping your body and easing the tension in your muscles. You closed your eyes, letting out a contented sigh. "I'm proud of both of you, and I want us to enjoy this moment together. Now come on, join me in the water. It's so relaxing, you won't regret it."
Finally, Akaza managed to extricate himself from Douma's embrace and made his way to your side, putting some distance between himself and the other demon.
Douma simply shrugged and casually took a seat on your other side.
You let out a contented sigh as you sank into the warm water of the hot springs, feeling the tension in your muscles start to melt away. But what made this moment truly special was the company of two of your closest friends, who had taken their places on either side of you. "It's like we're in our own little world up here."
You let your head fall back and close your eyes, letting the warm water wash over you. It was moments like these that made all the stresses and worries of daily life fade away.
Douma let out a deep sigh and silently concurred with you. He then linked his arm with yours and rested his head on your shoulder.
Meanwhile, Akaza reached for your hand underwater and grasped it tightly.
You started stroking Douma's head, and could feel the softness of his hair and the coolness of his skin beneath your fingertips. 
You also felt Akaza's fingers interlock with yours as you continued to stroke Douma's head. 
The three of you sat there in silence for a while, the only sound coming from the soft rustle of Douma's hair as you continued to stroke it.
"Yeah, yeah, that was lovely, but how about some one-on-one cuddles now?" Akaza suggested, gently lifting you onto his lap and away from Douma's embrace.
Douma looked at him incredulously. "Hey, that's not fair!"
You were caught off guard as Akaza suddenly pulled you onto his lap. Your body stiffened as you felt the weight of his muscular arms around you. "Baby," you whimpered, your voice betraying your shock as you offered him a glance. 
As he held you, you couldn't help but notice the feel of his powerful arms around you, and the warmth of his breath fanning your neck. You rested your forehead against his in the end.
Douma's arms were folded over his chest, his eyes narrowed as he glared at Akaza. "That's not fair. I want a turn too," he protested.
"Douma, darling..." You whispered, trying to smile at the silver-haired demon.
"What? We were supposed to share," Douma argued loudly, attempting to take you all to himself, pulling on your waist he grasped tightly on.
"Douma!" You whimpered after being pulled on the silver-haired demon's lap. "Akaza! Can you stop arguing, guys?!"
"Who are you to say that? You would probably just take her to your cult and imprison her," Akaza growled, forcefully pulling you back onto his lap.
"You're just jealous," Douma retorted, scowling at Akaza. "I wouldn't do that to her. She's free to make her own choices. And I know you're jealous of weaklings worshiping me."
Akaza tightened his grip around you protectively. "I don't trust you. You have a history of manipulating others for your own gain."
Douma rolled his eyes. "Oh please, don't act like you're any better. We're all demons here, remember?"
You shifted uncomfortably between them, feeling like a piece of property being fought over. "Guys, can't we just enjoy the moment and not argue?" You suggested weakly.
Douma let out a dark chuckle, his eyes glinting with malice as he gazed at Akaza. "I would love nothing more than to see you with your hands all over her though," he taunted, a twisted smirk spreading across his lips.
Akaza's grip on you tightened as he glared at Douma. "You're disgusting. Keep your twisted fantasies to yourself."
You blinked again and cleared your throat, trying to get their attention. "Boys! Stop it, like right now! I'm still here, if you didn't notice?!"
Douma's arms wrapped tightly around you, ensuring that Akaza wouldn't try to take you away again as he pulled you onto his lap. "We both know that, love, it's hard to ignore," he said with a sweet smile, causing Akaza to cringe in annoyance.
"So quit it! Right now!" You tried to wiggle yourself out of Douma's embrace.
He released you with reluctance, his hand giving your head a gentle pat before dropping back to his side.
You slowly rose from Douma's lap, not bothering to cover your nudity with your hands. You could feel both of their eyes on you, tracing every curve and contour of your body with an intensity that made your skin flush with heat.
Furthermore, you felt a surge of anger rise in your chest, and you clenched your fists at your sides. "How dare you," you seethed, your voice low and menacing. "I am not some plaything for you to ogle at! Show some respect!" 
The memories of their objectifying behavior haunted you, and before long, the brush slowed to a stop as tears began to trickle down your cheeks. As the tears continued to flow, you decided to get out of the water. 
When you were fully dressed, you simply left further in the woods.
They both observed you, taken aback by your sudden outburst. It was a rare occurrence for you to display such emotion.
As you stormed off, Akaza became concerned, but Douma simply let out a sigh and sank deeper into the water. "Women can be so dramatic, don't you think?"
Suddenly, Douma felt a sharp tug on his silver hair, pulling him underwater before being released a moment later. As he coughed out the water, Douma grinned and urged Akaza to do it harder next time.”Akaza-dono! I know you can go rougher next time!”
Akaza rolled his eyes and declared, "We're going to find her." He let go of Douma, got out of water, and began to dress himself.
Douma sighed but followed suit, carefully arranging his hair before getting dressed. "Alright, let's go find the drama queen before the sun rises," Douma said, a hint of amusement in his tone.
You sat under the shade of a large tree. The air was cool and crisp, the kind that carries the scent of autumn leaves and earth. You had found your favorite spot in the forest, a place of refuge from the demands of the world.
Sitting on your lap was a small Japanese macaque, its soft fur warm and comforting against your skin. The monkey seemed to sense your sadness and curled up closer, as if offering a soothing embrace. You stroked its fur absentmindedly, tears streaming down your cheeks.
The two male demons walked back in silence, the tension still thick in the air.
As they approached you, you turned around and gave them a cold stare. "What do you want?" You asked, your voice laced with bitterness.
Akaza took a step forward, concern etched on his face. "We want to talk to you. Please, come back with us."
Douma stepped up beside Akaza. "We're sorry for what we said earlier. We didn't mean to upset you."
"Just go away," you snapped at them, not even bothering yourself with looking at them.
The demon with rainbow eyes rolled his fan and used it to shoo away the animal from your lap. "Don't be childish, Y/N. Your sudden departure made us worry," he said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Your eyes fixated on the retreating figure of the monkey as it darted through the forest. 
Normally, Akaza and Douma's presence would have caught your attention, but this time you chose to ignore them, pretending as if they weren't even there.
"Oh, don't push us away like that. It's hurtful," Douma remarked, taking a seat next to you. Akaza soon followed, sitting comfortably by your other side.
"You both had already given me a headache," you hissed, not looking at any of them. You shook your head, feeling the weight of their rivalry bearing down on you. "I don't like this, guys. It's not fair to me, and it's putting a strain on our relationships. I don't want to be the cause of this tension between you anymore. That's why I decided I won't talk to any of you ever again. I'm done with your bullshit."
"What if we promise to stop fighting?" Akaza asked, gently taking your hand. "For real this time."
"I appreciate your words, Akaza," you said, your tone neutral. "But forgive me if I don't fully believe in your promise to stay out of trouble with Douma."
"After giving it some more thought, he's right, my dear," Douma added, mimicking Akaza's action by taking your hand. "The last thing I want to do is distress the one I love."
"You both already did," your tone was nothing but a whisper carried by a cold, night wind.
"That's why we came after you, Y/N. We didn't follow you for no reason," Douma  explained.
"We're sorry for arguing and making you uncomfortable," Akaza added, his hand still holding yours.
"Do you forgive us?" Douma asked, looking at you with a hopeful expression.
You sat sandwiched between Douma and Akaza, your mind racing as you tried to process everything that had happened between the three of you. There had been a time when you trusted them implicitly, when you would have followed them anywhere. But that trust had been shattered when they had betrayed it by arguing all the time, leaving you to fend for yourself.
After a long moment of silence, you spoke, "I'm willing to trust you both again."
Both demons exchanged smiles before turning their attention back to you. 
Douma leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your cheek before trailing down to your neck. "My dear Y/N, we're so glad to hear that. We promise to make it up to you," he whispered.
Akaza hummed in agreement, nuzzling his face into your shoulder and placing a few more gentle kisses. "We'll do our best to be better, for you."
"And you really won't be fighting with each other?"
Douma chuckled. "Well, I'll behave, or at least I’ll try to."
Akaza smiled softly, brushing his thumb over the back of your hand. "As will I. And we will work on our differences for your sake."
"I am the happiest demon when you both behave. I have certain feelings for both of you, and I can't imagine losing any of you,” you explained.
They both started to place sloppy kisses on your neck.
"Now that we're all on the same page…" Douma purred. "How about we go back to your cozy little lair and..."
"... continue our little celebration," Akaza finished for him, his hand caressing the curve of your waist.
As your partners leaned in to place soft, feather-light kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck, you couldn't help but blink in surprise. It was a small, unexpected gesture, but it sent shivers down your spine nonetheless. You purred quietly, relishing in the sensations that their touch evoked. It was a rare moment of pure intimacy, and you were grateful for every second of it. But as they continued to kiss your neck, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Not for their touch, of course, but for the easy way they seemed to communicate with each other. "You two are so in sync," you murmured, your voice soft and wistful. "It's lovely how you can finish each other's sentences. I already love it. Maybe let's not waste time anymore. I'm in heat.”
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whinesandwhimpers · 3 months
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simon on his knees and clutching soaps body to his chest, his head tilted up to the sky and begging, praying for some type of miracle.
demon!reader appearing and making a little offer to save soap's life, she doesnt specify his soul. she just wants simon. she's vague about it.
simon accepts, too focused on dead soap to draw the conversation out, to assume she means anything other than just his soul. he just wants soap to be alive.
the deal is sealed. he now belongs to a demon.
"I'll be seeing you again very soon...Simon Riley." With those final words, spoken low with a promise, that make simon involuntarily shiver, reader disappears within the blink of an eye.
simon watches as soaps head wounds magically close up and his eyes open.
soap smiles up at simon, unaware that he was just dead. unaware that simon just made a deal with a demon.
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Pairing: Cas x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her
Cas arrived just in time to catch a glimpse of you finishing up some business with Dean. Dean glanced over his shoulder at the sound of rustling wings and swore under his breath.
"Alright, I think we're done here," he said, perhaps a little abruptly.
You glanced at the blue-eyed angel over his shoulder, who was peering at you curiously. "I'll get right on it," you said to the elder Winchester, and with one more look at Castiel you disappeared down the hall toward the depths of the bunker.
Dean sighed heavily and wiped a hand over his brow before turning to face the newly-arrived angel. "Cas," he said. "Wasn't expecting you."
Cas turned away from the hall you'd turned down. He'd watched you until you disappeared. "You aren't going to introduce me?" he asked.
Dean frowned. "No. Never. Ideally, the two of you never saw each other," he said gruffly. He considered his friend's expression. "Cas. She's a demon. The hot chick get-up is just her vessel. Can't you see her true face? Isn't it supposed to be horrifying?"
"Yes. I can see it, but—there's something... different about her."
Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "God, what is with you and demon chicks? This is why I told you to come later..."
Prompt: "You aren't going to introduce me?" / "No. Never. Ideally, the two of you never saw each other."
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anonymousewrites · 7 months
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One Hell of a Love (Book 1) Chapter One
Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader
Chapter One: One Hell of a Reunion
Summary: Sebastian comes across someone he hadn't seen in centuries.
            “Remind me again why we’re at some silly Baroness’s funeral?” muttered Ciel tersely once they finally made it to the reception.
            “Young Master, the Baroness Alma Ellington was a contributor to Funtom enterprises for many years,” said Sebastian. “It couldn’t go said by the nobility that the Phantomhives didn’t attend the funeral of such a generous woman.” He smirked.
            Ciel tsked. “At least it’s almost over.”
            “Yes, Young Ma—” Sebastian straightened, and his eyes narrowed.
            Ciel looked up at his butler. Clearly, something was wrong. “What is it, Sebastian?”
            “There’s another demon here,” said Sebastian quietly, gazing around the room.
            “Another demon?” Ciel furrowed his brow. He’d never encountered another demon or had seen Sebastian around another of his kind.
            “Yes.” Sebastian’s eyes were dark. “We’ll excuse ourselves as soon as acceptable.”
            “What, you’re not popular with others of your kind?” Ciel smirked, eager to tease Sebastian.
            His butler merely smiled. “We are solitary creatures, Young Master. It is not in our nature to remain close. Besides, we’re not fond of one another, even in our best moments.”
            Ciel looked around the room, trying to determine who the demon could be, but with only Sebastian to go on, he wasn’t sure who to look at. He sighed in annoyance at not getting a choice to see Sebastian out of his element. “Very well. Let’s excuse ourselves.”
            Sebastian bowed slightly. “We’ll let the maid in charge know we are departing.”
            The pair crossed to the entrance of the reception hall where the maid was taking the cards left to the heir of the estate with condolences. They nodded smoothly with a gracious smile as each person left. As Ciel and Sebastian approached, though, Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. This was the demon he had sensed.
            “Young Master, this is it,” murmured Sebastian, slowly drifting closer to Ciel in case the demon tried to grab for his soul.
            “The—?” asked Ciel.
            Sebastian nodded darkly. “Yes.” He gazed at the demon as they thanked the latest couple for attending before turning to Ciel and Sebastian.
            Their eyes met.
            Sebastian’s brow furrowed, and the other demon’s did the same. They both regarded each other with a bit of…familiarity. Ciel looked between them cautiously.
            “Oh,” said the newer demon, straightening.
            “Ah,” said Sebastian, his dark expression relaxing.
            Ciel deadpanned, and an irk mark appeared on his forehead. “Would you care to explain what I’m missing, Sebastian?”
            “I know them, my Lord,” said Sebastian. His eyes passed over the demon again, as did theirs, as they both gauged the latest appearance the other took on.
            “I thought you said you didn’t like others of your kind,” said Ciel.
            “They are the only tolerable being of my kind,” replied Sebastian with a nod to the maid.
            The demon smiled. “Why, thank you. I think the same of you.”
            “I am superior to most,” said Sebastian with a smirk.
            “And being tolerable made you drop your guard? Sorry excuse…” muttered Ciel, unimpressed with Sebastian’s pride.
            “They are the only demon that has any…slight honor, Young Master,” said Sebastian. “They will not try anything against me.”
            “And I just finished a…job contract, so I’m well fed,” said the demon with a catlike smirk.
            “Ah, the Baroness?” asked Sebastian.
            The demon smiled sharply. “She needed a little help with her husband.”
            “Ah, yes, the one who died in the unfortunate accident,” said Sebastian with a sly smirk.
            “Actually, he had been about to gamble away the fortune he’d gotten when marrying the dearly departed Baroness. She got quite lucky, in a way,” said the demon, smirking.
            “Ah, indeed,” said Sebastian with a knowing look.
            “And this is your latest contract?” asked the demon, smiling at Ciel.
            “Earl Phantomhive,” said Ciel curtly.
            “Please to meet you, my Lord,” said the demon with a nod. They understood why their fellow had taken him as a contract. His soul radiated purity. However, they had just fed and had no need for another soul for a long time, plus this was their old acquaintance making the contract, they couldn’t interrupt that.
            “I assume you’ll be looking for new employment, then?” questioned Sebastian.
            “Yes, just tying up some ends here and there,” said the demon. “Though I am not hungry and am loath to return…home, so who knows what I will do.”
            Sebastian was silent for a moment before looking at Ciel. “My Lord, I believe the manor is in need of further staffing.”
            “Isn’t four enough with you there?” questioned Ciel, raising an eyebrow.
            “Unfortunately, my colleagues are less than adequate at times,” said Sebastian.
            “Are you suggesting I offer another of your kind a job?” asked Ciel. He wasn’t sure whether to think Sebastian was losing his mind after being so territorial or to actually take him seriously.
            “There is very little good help these days,” lamented Sebastian. Plus, he trusted this one to the extent demons could trust one another. They were fed and had proven time and time again to respect his status as a demon, so he had no reason to worry after them stealing his soul. (And it had been a while since they had seen one another, not that it played into Sebastian’s decision making. That would be flawed reasoning for a butler such as him).
            Ciel shrugged. “What the hell? I already have one of you.”
            The demon brightened. “This does seem like a fun way to pass the time.”
            Ciel nearly deadpanned again. And I thought Sebastian was strange.
            The demon turned to Sebastian and held out their gloved hand to shake. “I look forward to working with you again, Mr…?”
            “My master calls me ‘Sebastian,’ ” said Sebastian, shaking their hand.
            “Sebastian…” repeated the demon thoughtfully. Their nose twitched, catlike. “There have been worse.”
            Sebastian scoffed quietly. “And you?”
            “The Baroness called me ‘(Y/N) Noir.’ I believe I will continue to use the name,” said (Y/N). They took a step back and smiled. “Now, Sebastian, my Lord, I must finish my service to the Baroness. I will head to your estate within a day.” (Y/N) bowed to Ciel, nodded to Sebastian, and turned to the other guests.
            “Sebastian,” said Ciel as they left the reception hall.
            “My Lord?” asked Sebastian.
            “How do you know this demon?” asked Ciel.
            “My Lord, if you are wondering about their ability, they are capable and, even if not trustworthy since they are one of my kind, reliable,” said Sebastian. He gave a small false smile. “If you are concerned for your safety or your revenge, there is no reason. (Y/N)—” He let the new name roll of his tongue “—will assist with our endeavors. Of course, that is until they take their own contract, but then they will merely part ways with us.”
            Ciel gave a look at Sebastian. “If I wanted references, I would have asked for them. I asked you how you know them. Don’t evade my questions.”
            “Very well, my Lord,” said Sebastian, giving a slight bow before guiding Ciel into the carriage and sitting across from him. “I taught (Y/N).”
            Ciel raised an eyebrow. “Taught them? Demons teach one another?”
            “Occasionally, yes,” said Sebastian. He smirked. “I taught (Y/N) well, and so they give me…more respect than demons typically give one another. None of our encounters have ever been uncivil.”
            “That explains why they acted like you, charming everyone and being the perfect servant,” muttered Ciel. “Are you two the same type of demon or something?”
            “No, Young Master,” said Sebastian. He smirked. “I am a raven. They are a cat. We are completely different.”
            Ciel groaned. “Of course, they’re a cat. You love cats.”
            “I can assure you, Young Master, I adore cats, but my feelings towards (Y/N) are very different,” said Sebastian.
            However, with Ciel’s order to never lie to him, Sebastian found himself speaking in quite the roundabout fashion.
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            Sebastian opened the door and smiled pleasantly as he found (Y/N), maid outfit pressed carefully, standing beside a single bag outfit the doors of the Phantomhive Estate.
            “Right on schedule,” said Sebastian. “An excellent start to the job.”
            (Y/N) had a catlike smile as they looked back at him, still as fresh and unafraid as they had been a millennia ago. “I was taught to be perfect at any job I took.” A mischievous light glinted in their eyes. “And I don’t fail my teacher.”
            “No, you do not,” said Sebastian with a smirk. He lifted (Y/N)’s bag. “Come, I’ll escort you to your quarters. Then, I shall show you what it means to be a Phantomhive servant.”
            (Y/N) nodded as they walked through the silent halls to the servant’s quarters.
            “This will be your room,” said Sebastian, opening the door and placing the luggage on the bed.
            (Y/N) looked around and nodded. “Very well.”
            Sebastian brandished a maid’s uniform from behind him, pulling it from nowhere with the skills only a demon could possess. “This will be your new uniform for the Phantomhive Estate. As you have gotten used to performing as a maid for the Baroness, I assume you will continue such a role. If not, I will have a manservant’s uniform prepared momentarily.”
            “The maid uniform will do,” said (Y/N), smiling and taking it.
            Sebastian nodded and stepped back out the door. “I will give you a moment to change.”
            “Thank you,” said (Y/N). They glanced up at Sebastian as he closed the door. “And Sebastian…”
            He looked at them, and their eyes, sharp with the eyeliner creating a catlike shape, met his.
            “It’s good to see you. It’s been far too long.” A smile appeared on (Y/N)’s lips as the door closed.
            Sebastian sighed. A little too bright for a demon. He supposed it took all types. Although, of course, he had put up with them for so long. He supposed it wasn’t too bad.
            And they were right. It had been far too long.
            Not that he’d noticed it.
            Not at all.
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"I love you more than life itself" - Akaza x Reader
Warnings: demon!reader, mentions of dying Synopsis: in the aftermath of a fierce battle with a Hashira, Akaza finds himself teetering on the brink of death. As his final moments approach, he realizes that he must make a choice: does he embrace the afterlife with his beloved Koyuki, or does he cling to the hope of survival for the sake of his demoness? Requested by: anonymous
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Akaza fought a fierce battle against one of the Hashiras, but unfortunately, he was fatally injured in the process. His once-powerful body now lay on the ground, weak and unable to move. He could feel the warmth of his life force leaving his body, and with it, his strength and power.
As he looked up into the brightening sky, he couldn't help but think about his life and all the choices he had made. As he felt his life force slipping away, he closed his eyes and whispered a heartfelt apology to his wife, who had been taken from him so many years ago. He had longed to join her in the afterlife for so long, and now it seemed as if his wish was finally coming true.
Akaza's memories were slowly returning as he lay dying. His mind drifted to the past, to a time when he was still human and had a wife named Koyuki. They were deeply in love and had promised each other to never leave each other's side. However, fate had other plans. He could feel her presence calling out to him, urging him to join her in the afterlife. Memories of their time together flooded his mind, the laughter they shared, the love they had for each other.
Suddenly, a figure appeared before him. It was Koyuki, his wife, dressed in a pink kimono with her black hair pinned in a bun.
"Koyuki," Akaza whispered, his voice cracking as he slowly raised his hand as if he was about to grab her palm. "Is that really you?"
Koyuki gave him a small, sad smile. "Yes, Hakuji. It's me."
Akaza's heart swelled with emotion as he took in the sight of her. Her beauty had not diminished since the day she died, and it only made him ache for her even more. Her words set his heart ablaze.
"I've missed you so much," Akaza whimpered, his voice shaking.
"I know, my love," Koyuki replied softly. "But it's time for you to let go. You've done enough. You can finally rest."
Akaza shook his head. "I can't leave, not yet… There's still something holding me back."
"What is it?" Koyuki asked, her eyes full of concern.
Akaza hesitated before finally admitting, "I… I've met someone else."
Koyuki's expression changed - there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. She knew that her husband had found someone else in the years that she had been gone, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. "Hakuji, my dear husband. I understand that you have found someone new, but you must remember our love. You promised me forever, and I believed you. I want you to be happy, but you can't ignore your past, our past."
Akaza hung his head, ashamed. He knew Koyuki was right. He had made a promise to her, a promise he intended to keep until the end of time. But you had made him feel alive again, something he hadn't felt in decades. "I'm sorry, Koyuki," Akaza uttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've let you down."
Koyuki nodded slowly, her eyes downcast. "I see. And what about me? Have you forgotten about me?"
Akaza's expression softened as he reached out to her. "Never. I could never forget about you, Koyuki. You were the love of my life."
Koyuki smiled sadly, her eyes brimming with tears. "Then why are you still holding on to someone else? It's time for you to let go, Hakuji. You've suffered enough." Koyuki stepped closer to him, her hand reaching out to cup his cheek. "It's alright, my love. I forgive you." With that, Koyuki leaned forward and pressed her lips to his forehead, and Akaza felt a sense of peace wash over him.
However, just as he felt the embrace of his beloved, he heard a familiar voice calling out to him from beyond. It was you, the demon he had dated for decades, and a part of him hesitated. He had always felt a connection with you, a bond that transcended the differences in their species. But now, with the promise of reuniting with his wife before him, he was torn.
Akaza's senses were heightened as he tried to locate the source of the familiar voice he had just heard. He looked around, scanning the empty void that surrounded him. The air was thick with an eerie silence, and he could feel the weight of the emptiness pressing down on him. He closed his eyes and focused on the sound of your voice, trying to drown out everything else. Akaza's eyes widened in surprise, his mind struggling to make sense of what was happening. "Y/N?" He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is that you, Y/N?"
The voice spoke again, clear and unmistakable. "Akaza, it's me. I'm here."
Akaza's heart raced with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he felt an overwhelming sense of joy at hearing yuour voice again after so long. On the other hand, he was torn between his love for Koyuki and the deep connection he shared with the demoness. Memories of their time together flooded Akaza's mind, reminding him of the passion and love you had shared. He remembered the way you had looked at him with such intensity, your eyes full of love and desire. He remembered the way you had touched him, the way your body had felt against his. Akaza's mind raced as he struggled to make a decision. Should he choose to join Koyuki in the afterlife, or should he continue to live with the demoness he loved?
Meantime, you were struggling to keep Akaza conscious, and you begged him to stay with you. "Please, don't leave me here alone. You can heal your body. You're a demon, you can recover from this," you pleaded, gripping his hand tightly, gently shaking his shoulder with your other hand.
Akaza's breathing was labored, his body trembling with the effort of staying alive. "I don't know if I can heal from this. It's too much, even for a demon," he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper as he was hung between life and death.
"But you have to try," you insisted, your voice cracking with emotion. "I can't lose you, Akaza. I won't be able to live without you."
Akaza's eyes slowly closed as he drifted away into the unconsciousness again. His breathing became shallow and his body went limp. He knew that he was badly injured and that he might not make it through this. The pain was excruciating and his mind felt fuzzy.
Akaza's eyes fluttered open once more, and before him stood Koyuki again, her pink kimono billowing gently around her.
"Koyuki…" Akaza breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.
She looked at him with a smile. "It's time, Hakuji. Time to let go of this life as a demon and join me. We can finally rest in peace, together."
Akaza's gaze drifted down to his battered and broken body, his wounds oozing blood. He knew that Koyuki was right, that his time as a demon was over. "But what about… her?" Akaza asked, his mind drifting to you again.
"She will find her own way," Koyuki replied gently. "You have done all that you could for her. Now it's time to focus on yourself."
Akaza's eyes widened as he looked at Koyuki, her image fading slightly before him. He took a step back, his voice cracking as he spoke. "I can't go with you, Koyuki," he uttered, his tone filled with sorrow. "I'm not ready to leave yet." Tears streamed down his face as he spoke, his heart heavy with the weight of his decision. "I know I've been gone for so long, and I'm sorry for that," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't leave now. Not when there's still so much left for me to do."
Koyuki's image flickered once more, a look of sadness on her face as she spoke. Hakuji, my love, it's time to let go. You've lived a long life, and you've fought so hard. It's time to rest now, my love."
Akaza shook his head, his body trembling as he spoke. "I can't leave yet," he repeated. "There is still someone who needs me. There are still battles to be fought."
As he spoke, Koyuki's image began to fade away completely, leaving Akaza alone once more. He fell to his knees, surrounded by the darkness, his body racked with sobs as he realized that he had made his decision. He would not go with Koyuki to the afterlife just yet. There was still too much left for him to do in this world.
You gasped in disbelief and joy as Akaza's body began to slowly heal. Tears streamed down your face as you watched him, unable to contain the overwhelming emotions you were feeling. You thanked the heavens above for bringing him back to you.
As Akaza regained consciousness, he looked around in confusion before his gaze finally settled on you. He attempted to speak, but his voice was weak and strained. You hurriedly assured him that he was going to be alright, petting his bare shoulder.
With tears still streaming down your face, you recounted to Akaza what had happened and how worried you had been. You told him that you were grateful he was still with you and that you couldn't imagine your life without him.
Akaza listened to your words quietly, his own eyes glistening with tears. He reached out to take your hand, his grip weak but reassuring. Akaza knew that he had given up on his past, his old way of life and beliefs. All of it seemed so insignificant now, in the face of the love that had pulled him back from the brink of death. It was a love so pure and true that he couldn't deny it, even if he wanted to. He had found something worth living for, someone worth fighting for. And in that moment, as he lay there healing, he knew that he would do whatever it takes to hold onto it. "I love you more than life itself."
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This fic is,,, weird. But I enjoyed writing it. I still feel slightly embarrassed posting it however lol
Root idea inspired by phantasmiafxndom
Cw for mentions of child abuse *cough cough* Shinjuro
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Demons, in their current form, were not just disgusting to Kyojuro but also pathetic in a way that made his heart burn with anger. Decades ago it had been perfectly fine to kill them. The creatures were a scar upon humanity and extermination was agreed upon by nearly everyone.
Now people treated them like a nuisance at worst, some even tended to coddle them. Protests grew daily, demanding the demons be treated more humanely. Humanely? For creatures that used to eat humans, still did in some cases. It was a fate kinder than they deserved.
Despite Kyojuro’s distaste most people didn’t share his feelings on the matter. Perhaps the most upsetting was the fact that Senjuro had complete adoration for demons. He tried his best to tolerate his brothers ideas, but couldn’t often hide his disturbance.
It only got worse when a few of Senjuro’s schoolmates got demons of their own. They had become a new fad, and the ultimate status symbol. Why have a dog or cat when instead you could find a demon who you could dress up with hair to brush.
Even his own brother cooed over the creatures. One or two of his classmates (alongside a few of Kyojuro’s own students) sported such popular pets and enjoyed showing them off. During lunch students would gather around pictures to oo and ah over whatever unique features the particular example had.
And while Rengoku worked a humble job as a teacher, their father still had plenty of money to spare even after retirement, something his younger brother was well aware of. It was no surprise when Senjuro too started to beg for a pet. The man was less secretive of his distaste inside his own home. He wasn’t harsh or cruel with the boy, simply firm. Senjuro had asked for pets before. This obsession would fade much like rest.
—-
Six months later Kyojuro gave in. Senjuro had earned some sort of reward. The elder brother didn’t like to leave the home often, not for elongated periods of time. Shinjuro mostly kept to himself now but it wasn’t impossible for their father to lash out. These incidents were few and far between. The only connection between them was that they occurred when Kyojuro wasn’t in the home.
But he had a job to do. Volunteering for an overnight field trip had perhaps been a mistake on his own part. In the past Senjuro had been able to find appropriate accommodations for the night or two his brother was gone. This time it was simply a combination of all the wrong things coming together.
He shouldn’t have believed his younger brother’s insistences that everything would be ok. Uzui or Sanemi would loathe watching the children but he could’ve forced one of the other men to take his place. That didn’t change the fact that he was the one who left on the trip. Everything on his end went rather smoothly. The children were rowdy, but didn’t cause any major problems. After constantly checking in and several reassurances from Senjuro he pushed his worries to the back of his mind.
They rushed forward again when Kyojuro arrived home. Even upon his return his brother greeted him with a smile and warm hug. It would’ve been a nice welcome under most circumstances. Senjuro wore a high collar, creeping above his neck. It wasn’t entirely inappropriate for the weather but wasn’t part of his typical ensemble.
Rengoku went to pull at the turtleneck. Though the boy nervously tried to avoid the attempts it wasn’t as if he could run away.
“It’s fine aniue,” he mumbled. Kyojuro saw a purple spot forming. It wasn’t too large, not the largest Senjuro or himself had ever recieved, but still there nonetheless. Softly he brushed the area with his thumb. His younger brother let out a little puff of air despite his attempts to hold in any reaction.
Finally allowed to pull away he backs up. Already his eyes are clouding with tears. Kyojuro waits for a moment, gently reaching his hand out so it barely hovers above the boy’s shoulder. When Senjuro leans into the touch he’s quickly smothered in an overbearing hug. He doesn’t quite sob, but tears soak into the elder brother’s shirt.
Even though Senjuro is mature (which sometimes makes Rengoku guilty in a way, because he shouldn’t have to be so mature) he’s still fourteen. Beyond that he’ll always be the younger of the two. Kyojuro had gotten used to sharing a bed and taking care of a sick brother and buying birthday gifts the moment their mother died, when Senjuro had barely started school. It feels natural to pick him up and settle on one of the softer couches. He’s small enough to still be able to curl up in Rengoku’s lap.
The two are happy to sit there for awhile. Senjuro was never much of a talker so the man doesn’t push him for now. Tears roll down his cheeks, which Rengoku swears still carry a bit of baby fat.
“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have left. I’ll be more careful next time. You didn’t-“
“It’s not your fault aniue. F-father just- he got mad because I dropped a plate and it’s fine. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” More water wells up in the corner of his eyes. After sucking in a shuddering breath he tries again. “But I’m glad you’re home.”
“Ok.” Kyojuro’s eyes soften. “You did a good job though.” He shouldn’t have had to, but Senjuro’s been forced to grow quickly. “We’ll do something for you though. Whaddya want? We can get dessert or go to that fancy ramen place or whatever else.”
Senjuro sniffles again. “You’ll be mad at me.”
“Of course I won’t, you can choose anything.”
“Ok.”
—-
A demon was not was Kyojuro had in mind. He had lightly protested at first but after Senjuro relented with a horribly sad look the man ended up being the one to insist. He bit back the opposing words on his tongue and tried to be supportive.
It was obvious the boy had been thinking about this for quite some time. He already had a list of several local rescues and even pulled an older futon into one of the many spare rooms they had.
Rengoku had trouble keeping a solid smile on his face, but even when it slipped his brother didn’t notice.
So they (well mostly Senjuro, who finally insists on going one day after school) arrive at a vaguely creepy facility, white walls with rows of cages on either side. The cashier is a young woman who drags her voice out too much, weirdly high in an attempt to appear more friendly. Her lax appearance was strange with the rest of the sterile environment.
Senjuro was free to pick one of his own out. Kyojuro found all of them equally repulsive, and had no preference for which one ended up in their home. The only thing he wanted was for his brother to change his mind and let them leave empty handed. He felt bad for thinking such bitter thoughts considering what had propelled their visit. Everytime he tried to improve his attitude Rengoku would catch sight of meat sitting in feeding bowls or little signs declaring the temperament of a specific pet.
Senjuro was firm in his choices however and they ended up with something vaguely human, though that wasn’t very remarkable. It (They, Senjuro kept on insisting, like it was an actual being) had greyish skin and sunken eyes. With a few random spikes and other inhuman qualities it was pretty typical in terms of demons. It wasn’t the most repulsive one there, plenty had more appalling traits like multiple eyes or huge fists perfect for clawing people.
The chatty saleswoman cooed as she opened up the cage and beckoned you forward. “Good choice! This one’s quiet, but the most well-behaved cutie you’ve ever seen.” As you drag yourself out of the cage and rise to your full height Rengoku grimaces. You don’t look particularly threatening, smaller than him with blank eyes and greasy hair. ‘Cute’ is not the word that comes to mind.
Hesitantly taking the new leash clipped to your collar Senjuro tugs you forward. You move along with the motions, following quick enough that the lead never draws taut. One of your feet drags slightly each time you take a step.
“Hi.” The boy is so quiet as he whispers it. He seems a little shy, reverent maybe? Holding eye contact for only a moment or two he looks away and back towards his brother. “I want this one aniue.” The shyness holds as he
at Kyojuro.
The man bites his tongue for a minute and tries to think of an appropriate response. “And you’re sure?” He tries to keep the judgement out of his voice.
It’s detected anyways. Senjuro’s brow furrows slightly. His brother is never truly angry, but annoyed seems like a just reaction. “Yes! I promise.” The words rush out quickly in a way that leaves no room for argument.
“Awesome! And just so you know each adoption comes with some basic care items, a bit of meat, feeding bowls, um I think there’s a booklet included.” The saleswoman bounces around the counter and roots in the drawers underneath. “Is this your first one? Honestly I thought about adopting in the past but after spending all my time here I’ve gotten my fill of demons.”
Senjuro nods along politely to each sentence. Rengoku merely stares out the window and waits until she asks for a card. When she finally finishes her spiel he slaps the card down. Demons can be low-maintenance (in actuality that means negligent owners who can’t quite get in trouble with how resilient demons are) but when properly taken care of they can be rather expensive. The cost of meat alone, synthetic human or the animal kind, can scare many away. Money here isn’t the problem.
Kyojuro has to carry all the accessories back to the car. His brother opted to chose about a dozen different types of collars and bowls and whatever else in his excitement. Trailing behind slightly he still holds your leash in hand. Every few steps he’ll nervously look back as if to make sure you’re still following. You don’t react to any of these glances, don’t react to anything at all other than stopping when he does and moving forward when prompted.
Once you’re brought to the car Kyojuro directs you towards the back, where several plastic covers have been put over the seats. Senjuro has to lean over to buckle you, jolting each time his skin brushes against yours. Pulling away he hovers for a moment before his brother directs him towards the front seat.
—-
Their house is nice. You’re led to a mostly bare room which is dubbed as yours. The older Rengoku dumps the toys in the corner and is quick to leave afterwards. You can still smell him sharply though, lingering just beyond the doorway.
The younger one parades you around the room to show off the space. Currently there is a futon in the corner with a shelf pressed against the opposite wall. Senjuro promises to get you more to furnish the space but it makes no difference to you.
“I’ll see if there’s a salon or something like that. They can bathe you and help with your nails.”
They’re claws, pointed and sharp but also splintering from lack of care. With no other way to respond you give a dull nod.
“I didn’t really think about clothes, but I do have an oversized shirt for you. It’s more like a dress really.” While explaining he plucks the piece from the bottom of your new belongings. “Aniue might have some old clothes that fit you, just until I go shopping.”
At that your mouth drops into a sharper frown. His brother smells like anger and hatred and something too harsh for your nose. It’s not as if you’re not used to being disliked. Demons generally don’t get along with one another and being put in a shelter usually meant whatever previous owner you had wasn’t great. His distaste though was sharp on your tongue as the smell wafted through the air. It wasn’t like casual neglect or dehumanization— there wasn’t even subtle joy taken in the sight of your current state, he didn’t want you there at all.
Put off by the thought of the man you turn away and crawl underneath your futon. It’s warm against your chilled skin. Peeking your head out from the thick sheets you watch as he spreads the rest of the accessories around the space. The whole time he talks softly, not to you specifically, but fills the space with sound. He’s quiet and doesn’t say things pointlessly which keeps your annoyance from rising.
By the time he finishes you’re already half asleep. You’ve spent the last few months sitting in a cage most of the day, even just moving from one home to another has worn you out. Nerves alone keep your eyes open, at least while he’s in the room. The moment he leaves however your willpower thins.
—-
Days pass slowly. Senjuro feed’s you before he heads to school, at which point you’re mostly left alone. Kyojuro occasionally passes the room, but never pauses. A few times when it’s absolutely silent you’ll poke your head out of your room. You don’t ever end up passing the threshold of it though. Nobody’s invited you outside of the space and you don’t fancy getting punished for such a small journey.
Mostly you nap or pace around your room. There’s not much in terms of entertainment but it’s not a horrible existence. Senjuro is only gone for a few hours. When he gets home the boy will do homework in your room. It becomes so much of a habit that an extra desk gets shoved into the space. While he works you rest at his feet or watch him through your blankets.
Your routine rarely shifts, which is nice in its own way. Change is more often bad than good, but the humans seem to have their own ideas about what you need.
This afternoon when Senjuro enters his brother follows. When you sense Rengoku approaching however you try to scramble backwards. Senjuro’s arms stick out in front of him as he tries to calm you. You’re not very happy but you soften slightly anyways.
Now that you’re paying attention his words make real sense. “I want you and aniue to get along. He’s not mean so you can’t be either.” His brother stands in the doorway, looking threatening still.
“Please aniue, you have to be nice.” Senjuro looks up at the man. “Can’t you just pet them once? I don’t like it when you ignore each other.”
Rengoku approaches you carefully. In an attempt to please his brother the man wasn’t quite as brash as usual. But his feelings were still clear on his face, and the smell of his anger flows through the air. You’re tempted to back up even more, hiding flat beneath the chair.
In turn his expression only grows more displeased.
After a few minutes of him standing angrily in the middle of the room Senjuro observes the threatening aura easily and was quick to intervene. “Aniue! You have to be more gentle.” He runs to your side. Though the boy wasn’t particularly strong you allowed him to pull you into his lap. His soft hands run over your hair in soothing motions. “See, you have to be nice if you want them to trust you.” While he continued to cradle you an eye opened to peek at the elder brother. He looked even more upset than before, which brought a sly smile to your face.
With your sharp nose you could smell how hard Kyojuro had bit his tongue. The faintest smell of blood drifted in the air while saliva pooled in your mouth. Turning your smug face away you attempted to burrow further into the carpet and soft fabric. You roll around in the gentle feeling of his hands and the sweet smell of his clothes. He must’ve been cooking earlier, something sweet like sugar or baking mix is smeared over the front of his clothes.
Though you’ve hidden your face Kyojuro’s presence is still clear. When he settles beside you all your muscles pull tight. His hands graze over you twice while you lie as still as possible.
“Alright, is that good?” The man is already standing up.
Senjuro doesn’t seem satisfied at all, with your performance alongside his brother’s, but nods anyways. It seems the mood has gone sour, the way he leaves soon after. He tries not to make it feel like a punishment but a bit of guilt gnaws at your bones.
—-
The next day Senjuro is back to his usual routine although the air still feels a bit too quiet. Worry keeps you alert to his movements. A few times he opens his mouth without speaking. On the third or fourth try he finally manages to get a few words out.
“I’m having aniue take you to get all washed up and everything tomorrow. You have to be good otherwise he won’t want to do this for me again.” His sternness is in full force, and surprisingly authentic. Blinking up at him you give a curt nod, waiting for the petting to resume.
It does soon enough and you’re happy to settle back down.
—-
The spa- salon or whatever they call themselves is surprisingly pleasant. You’re shy at first. There’s lots of people there, other demons too. Some are carefully restrained, muzzles and harnesses and even one fashioned in a straight jacket.
You wish Senjuro had taken you. The boy would’ve coaxed you inside gently and explained everything along the way. Rengoku drags you towards the receptionist and clips your collar to one of the tethers there. As soon as you’re checked in and given a pickup time he leaves you there. You’re not shaking— that would be cowardly —but there’s a nerve running through your body.
The woman who takes you is nice. She has pretty pink hair with a friendly face, but ultimately is unfamiliar in a way that makes you resistant. When you don’t move with her she trues to guide you with a hand. It’s so warm again your skin. Senjuro’s touches are always light and the woman isn’t rough but it’s rougher than he is.
The hiss isn’t purposeful, not even threatening. It works to describe your discomfort. She tries soothing voices to guide you towards one of the chairs, but you stay rooted to the spot.
“Five steps ok? Why don’t you move with me and we can sit down.” When she nudges your legs you finally take one step. The woman guides you slowly until you settle down on one of the recliners. You’re still stiff, but in a position where they can start to take care of you.
Lots of different people do lots of different things. A man trims your talons and applies a thick shiny coat over them. He offers color but you staunchly shake your head.
Another person trims your hair. She carefully moves it away from your face and takes off a minimal amount. You can’t really see much of a difference, too distracted by all the little ends that have scattered across your face. The woman dusts them off with a fluffy brush that makes you sneeze. Everyone nearby coos after and you feel like more of a lapdog than a demon.
Someone else leads you over to a private bathroom, where you’re promptly scrubbed down. They use lots of bubbles and scented oils that edge on being too much for your senses. The after-effect is nice though, a calm lavender scent that’s much more pleasant than dirt and raw meat (even if the latter was tastier). You’re thrown into an oversized sweatshirt with matching pants, soft fleece lining the inside.
It all goes rather quickly. There’s dozens of new scents and people that cloud your brain. It’s hard to absorb the reality of everything until you’re allowed to actually rest. A side room lets you find a quiet place to curl up and rest.
Even though you’ve done just the barest amount of stumbling around there’s a weight to your bones that drags you down. You can’t remember if you were always like this or if it’s a side effect of being caged for so long. Either way you feel like a poor imitation of what a demon should be. A poodle compared to a wolf.
Part of you doesn’t really care. It’s not like you’ll ever be expected to kill or even hunt. This is the result from years of domestication.
You leave all the wondering for another day. Your mind is just a tired as your body and it’s no surprise when your eyes slip closed.
—-
Kyojuro drags you back into the car after a harsh awakening. You’re still half asleep but stumble out once he has a hand on your leash.
Slumping over in the back seat you drift back in and out of sleep. Everytime the man hits the breaks you jerk forward and wake back up.
But by the time you get home you’ve been knocked out fully. Your head dips downwards only to lose ok up an indeterminate amount of time later.
For a few minutes you wait awkwardly in the car. It’s hard to tell how much time has passed, but in reality it probably hasn’t been too long. Senjuro would’ve come out to wake you if he was home.
You decide nobody else would be inclined to fetch you. Crawling out of the backseat you dart towards the door leading inside.
Unsure of where exactly your room is you’re forced to rely on scent. You’ve never been outside of your room in length, and can’t recall the layout of most of the home.
Currently your strategy is to point your head in one direction and sniff. It seems to be doing a relatively good job of leading you in the right direction, or at least the smell isn’t getting any weaker.
Though much of the house is rather boring, plain walls with nice furniture that doesn’t really tell you anything, you do take note of whatever is a little interesting. There’s fresh flowers in one of the vases along the hallway. They must’ve been cut just a day or two ago. As you pass the kitchen you notice four seats at the dinner table, with room for more if needed. You haven’t heard any guests in the weeks you’ve been here, so it’s an odd sight.
Kyojuro seems to be absent at the moment, making your movements much more relaxed. You don’t drag your feet or wander aimlessly but you’re happy to poke your head in certain places were it doesn’t belong.
One room in particular captures your attention. Most of the home smells the same, with the brother’s scents flowing and ebbing depending on the space. In a darker hallway however there’s the sharp scent of alcohol. Underneath it you can sense another human within, a damp smell like overripe fruit. At first it makes you pause (the only sound is heavy breathing inside the room) and then scurry away from it.
You find your room soon after, happy to dive into your sheets. Pulling off the oversized clothes you’re happier to take in more familiar fragrances.
—-
When Senjuro gets home he showers you with compliments. Fingers sweep through your soft locks.
However he seems determined at ruining your peace. “Wasn’t Aniue great for taking you?” He tries to hide his pointed tone.
You give a non-committal shrug.
The boy huffs but doesn’t leave you like he did last time.
“They were booked too far ahead on Saturdays but next time I’ll plan for that so we can go together.”
Letting out a pleased trill you flop onto the ground.
The boy moves backwards. “Let’s get some food yea?” He waits for you to follow.
Never having been invited out of your room (Kyojuro taking you out earlier was less of an invite and more of a demand) you move hesitantly. Within the home there’s no leash attached to your collar. It’s nice most of the time but you could use it as proper direction for where he wants you to go. Every few steps you end up stopping because you’re so hesitant. You’re just grateful that Senjuro doesn’t mind how slow you make the journey.
The open air of the kitchen makes you nervous. There’s so many places to look that it makes you dizzy.
Senjuro opens the refrigerator. At the bottom there’s stacks of meat, all different kinds. Technically it makes sense. It’s not as if someone is purchasing your food everyday. The steaks and patties you get eat night have to appear from somewhere.
With it all in front of you however saliva fills your mouth.
“You can pick out your dinner this time. I thought that could be fun!” He pulls your arm towards the icy cooler.
Moving slowly you just point to the top of the pile. You’d eat the whole thing if you could, but given the choice to pick one there’s not much difference to you.
Senjuro looks a bit disappointed so you instead take more action. Moving the packages around pointlessly you choose another from somewhere in the middle. The letters outlining it explain nothing to you, but there’s juice and blood flowing around the free spaces. Mostly you’re just excited to run back to your room and sink your teeth into the fat and sinew. It leaves saliva pooling in your mouth.
With slightly shaky hands you hand it over to Senjuro. Even though you know it’ll end up back in your hold your instincts scream at you to keep it. The tips of your fingernails burn as you try to keep your claws in control.
With dilated eyes focused on the meat you don’t notice the smell of alcohol wafting into the room. The younger boy does, and he tries to take your hand and guide you away. As you’re unworried you drag your feet along the way. Ignoring his urgings you’re caught off guard when a hand hooks into the back of your shirt.
Turning around you think it’s Kyojuro who’s grabbed you. They look almost identical but a bit of extra height and some light stubble indicate him as someone else. You may be dumb but you’re not stupid and it’s easy to guess that this is the pairs father. You hadn’t considered the full image of their family, only caring to note those you interacted with.
His anger is different than Kyojuro’s. Is less pointed, engulfing the whole room rather than poking your skin alone. It smells rotten.
“Who brought this damned thing into my house?” Shinjuro’s question doesn’t require an answer, it’s already obvious. You try to turn tail and race into your room once he releases you, but you’ve been turned around and there’s no clear line to the exit. Senjuro reaches out to his father, trying to calm him.
“Aniue said it was ok so I just thought-“
“Kyojuro’s not your father is he?”
“N-no but-“
“Stop letting him act like he runs the fucking household. If he wants to be in charge he can get his own place.” Along with his cruel words his hands twist into fists. As an arm raises Senjuro shakes in anticipation.
You dart forward, nearly knocking the boy over. A strong fist collides with your forehead. You’ve been hit before, but you can’t remember a time a human had been able to hurt you this much.
Knocked off balance you’re happy enough to crouch to the ground. As the room comes back into focus another hand comes towards you. Lifted up harshly you’re face to face with the man. You’re hissing and spitting as you resist Shinjuro’s grip. Lying down and drinking had brought down the man’s physique, but shadows of muscle still remained. He clutches your hair in one hand. The minute you raise your claws he captures your wrists in the other. You try to gnash your teeth and aim yourself at his skin, but you can’t get near him. The best you could do now was lash out with your legs.
Twisting like a serpent you tried to loosen his grip. Senjuro was crying as he pulled on your clothing, trying his best to free you in his own way.
You’re only dropped when a door at the front of the house softly opens and shuts. The noise is barely perceptible to human ears, but Shinjuro still senses it. The moment he pushes you to the ground the man is quick to disappear back into his room.
Senjuro dashes to your side. At the moment you curl into yourself. The bruises around your wrists are already fading but your muscles are stiff when you move.
The boy clutches onto your body like you might be dying. Currently you’re not inclined to brush away his tears though you wish they’d stop.
“What happened here?” For once Kyojuro’s voice isn’t obnoxiously chipper or filled with disgust. There’s a genuine tone that you’ve never heard before. You still don’t bother to glance his way, trying to find comfort on the hard ground.
“F-father he um, he was being mean again and when he tried to grab me they got into a fight.” His voice is still thick with emotion as he crouches over you.
“Oh.” Kyojuro’s surprised. It’s silent for a quick second. “Well are you ok?”
“Aniue! I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” His arms grab your torso and try to lift you. With shaky arms you attempt to help him. There’s no reason you should be in such a weak state, perhaps after being pampered for a bit you’ve lost touch with what it’s like to be beast.
When the eldest is quick to scoop you up you’re at least well enough to let a quiet growl leap out from the back of your throat. You don’t move however. It’d be awful to get dumped on floor again and Kyojuro’s body is very warm against your side.
That doesn’t change the fact that the minute he sets you down into your room you run for your sheets. Hiding beneath them you try to peek without being caught. The worry is worthless because Rengoku has already disappeared and Senjuro is in his place.
He hand feeds you chunks of fancy meat, you think it’s cow, and pets your hair while you try not to fall asleep. The boy is whispering all kinds of praises that melt into one another but the culmination of all of them buzzes under your skin. Senjuro is often quick to praise but you’ve never felt as if it’s been truly earned.
—-
The next day Kyojuro approaches your room (willingly) again. Senjuro is already is his typical spot while you hide in the corner.
You’re surprised, but not enough to move. Glancing up with tired eyes you watch him go towards his brother.
“How come you took them out of the room?”
“I- Aniue! I said I was sorry.”
“I know, I’m not mad or anything ok? You just gotta tell me what’s going on.”
You stick your head out of your bed to listen. Kyojuro gives you a curious glance before looking away.
“Um, Muichiro-kun said it’s good to involve demons with their feedings. It cultivates bonding. He said he saw it in an article online.”
The elder brother sighs deeply. “It shouldn’t have to be this way but I need you to ask me before you do things like this ok? I’m just looking out for you.”
“I’m sorry aniue.”
“Don’t be. I don’t- you shouldn’t have to be sorry. I’ll have a talk with father.”
“It won’t do anything,” he mumbles under his breath. Perhaps Senjuro is feeling especially bitter today.
Kyojuro frowns but can’t muster a response. His eyes sweep over the room before the man turns around to leave.
—-
It’s another day where Senjuro is gone but the eldest is still home. You can’t keep track of the days or form any sort of schedule, you just know this happens on occasion.
You creep out of your room early in the morning. Though you can rely on scent to lead you it’s not as good as simply knowing the space. Every few turns you convince yourself you’re passing something relatively familiar.
After minutes of wandering you pass the room that contains Rengoku. The door is open so you step inside, then back out, and then back in. You’re not sure how to grab his attention.
Turning around you leave, only to re-enter. This time you let your foot collide with the door. The small tapping noise grabs his attention. You try to resist the instinct to hide. For now you just slouch more and hold your arms to your chest.
“What do you want?” Kyojuro speaks normally for once. You could imagine him asking anyone the question.
Peeling back your lips you try to get your vocal chords to form the proper noises. Instead of words you push out a low grumble that leads into a whine. You try the action several times to imitate something he could understand.
Moving closer you attempt the noise once more. His face holds a confusing mix of emotions, still a bit of disgust hidden within the layers.
Bowing your head and rolling your shoulders you hope that body language could bridge the gap in his understanding.
“Are you saying sorry?” At the question you look up and nod eagerly. Your face can’t form a proper friendly smile, but the result is hopefully close enough. It’s silly but a sense of accomplishment washes over you.
The man smiles back (his is warm and honest, painted with a touch of surprise). “Oh, well, thank you I suppose.”
A beat of silence. You wouldn’t be able to respond with anything other than more primal calls.
“And you do a good job of taking care of Senjuro. I’m glad someone is here for him when I’m gone.”
Ignoring the underlying bitterness (jealousy? blame?) you nod once more. As your head bows a sneaky hand rises to pet it. Kyojuro only taps your hair once or twice beneath turning and returning to his work.
Pleased you make sure there’s nothing remaining before running back to your room.
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Isn't bite also touch?
Chapter one! (Weekly updates)
(Loki x Female demon!reader, eventual smut!)
Check chapter two here!
SUMMARY: Loki was saved by a demon and now the demon girl is attached to him like a cat is attached to catnip.
Is this trickery? Is this Devil lying to Loki to gift him punishment?
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Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence (future chapters), angst, mentions of trauma, emotional manipulation, demonic creatures.
Tags: Hurt Loki, protective Loki, protective reader, grumpy Loki, fluff and angst, Grumpy/Sunshine, hurt/comfort, soft Loki at times (he's touch-starved but emotionally unstable), bubbly reader, (future) demon-sex.
Note: Hello! This is my first time writing for Loki and sharing a story of mine, English is not my first language so please be kind.
Everything has been made with lots of love, and I'll see if I add more tags as the story goes. If you like it, please let me know your thoughts!
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“We caught him. We got Loki.” Steve Rogers bragged, spreading the news to the team through the tiny speaker the headphones had.
Some sighed relieved, others—specifically Tony, accompanied by Natasha, hurried to examine the cell he was going to stay at, temporarily, before being sent to receive Asgardian punishment.
Loki didn't seem even slightly defeated at the concept of staying in the cell once again, it's almost as if he's planned it, and with Loki, you could never know. He still had the smugness in his expression, but he lacked his army and scepter, so the Avengers couldn't help but be overly suspicious of his unbothered behavior.
The cell was intrinsically made to protect the external side from whatever— or whoever— was inside, a stronger, hopefully more long-lasting copy of the first that was destroyed before the official New York attack. The concept was created by S.H.I.E.L.D with the support of Stark to provide safety to everyone whenever Hulk decided to come out, and Loki knew it was still that way, but at the moment those were the special occasions in which it can be lent to any dangerous individual. 
But seeing as they had to strengthen the new cell, based on what happened to the first, Loki didn't know what the improvements of this one were.
Anyhow, none of the Avengers expected that a being was rushing to the same spot some of them were, at the same time. You hurried sneakily hoping not to be found, hiding in the shadows to find the local you were informed of.
The shadows moved with you whenever you walked, in the literal sense, and morphing to whatever shape you desired. The silence that your footsteps provided was unfamiliar to human (or enhanced humans, or alien) ears. 
When you arrived at the cell responsible for locking Loki — recently having discovered his name — you hesitated coming closer, seeing that Stark and Romanoff were there first. You chose the option of sticking to your shadows by the corner. 
“Second time you come here, and this time Banner is well-protected and miles away. Should you have a plan for this, we'll lock you again so you can see that you will always lose no matter what you try next.” Tony's voice was loud and clear, giving no room to thinking otherwise, that's what he always sounded like.
His confident tone did not manage to afflict Loki's expression, so if he did feel the impact or had a change of emotions, it was unknown to the two watching his every move.
Natasha kept a serious glare at him, one that'd inspire others to shiver until they even dare question the temperature of the room. She waited patiently to see if Loki would snap and try some escapade at any given moment.
He didn't. 
“I always have a plan, Stark. By now, you should know that. It would make our little encounters way simpler.” His velvety voice was surprisingly smooth and showed a contrast to the silence of the room, impacting them with the sophisticated and kept-together tone. Almost managing to make them shiver. 
At least Tony, not Natasha (she didn't seem to be easily intimidated). Or you, the one that's still in the shadows.
“Well, then you can calculate your plan for as long as you'd like, for as many days as it takes, 'cause you're not getting yourself out of this prison. We made sure of it.” Natasha stated, and Tony quickly nodded in response, glancing at Romanoff and having his eyes come back to Loki.
After that, you watched them leave. 
You could sense every moving thing in the huge room, your powers presented to you the incessant—and quite loud— heartbeat that was coming from Loki's chest. Blame it on yourself for being able to detect that but you silently wondered how they didn't notice.
After some more time spent in silence, you could sense Loki's nervousness increasing, it was palpable, and honestly, the atmosphere was becoming kind of pleasant to you, who decided to wait and analyze the way his emotions were changing.
Fear. Although he seemed to not want to demonstrate that, perhaps also afraid someone might be watching through the cameras.
Was nobody really going to come? 
You realized with disdain that maybe his plan involved counting on a third-party. This time he couldn't possibly understand the patterns of the cell beforehand, he also couldn't appeal to the team's distaste for each other, so a fight like the other time wouldn't be able to be induced.
Maybe he thought Thanos would come for him, seeing as he led the army of Chitauri. Maybe he thought he'd be tracked and they'd come for him again, to finish the mission.
You knew this, you knew everything that involved vulnerability. Humans were somehow unique in this matter, but Gods always carried something special within and most of the times it is related to their godlike trait of specialty. 
You get Zeus as an example: the leader of the Gods on Olympus, will always be scared of failure and being inferior, and when found in situations he sees as disrespectful his anger will always be human-like, his punishments will be tainted by an emotional and human anger. 
This is something special about the Gods we can live with, this is what makes them and their stories interesting to humans, the feelings and flaws. Semblance to humanity.
Their flaws are deeper and carry more pain than humans could possibly experience. The God of Mischief, Tricks and Lies carried a long-time pain and years of trauma for being betrayed and lied to. It was interesting to watch life be ironic and to see the flashback coming to life behind their eyes. 
To be frank, you weren't expecting him to depend on someone else to escape, it's supposed to be common nature for him by now. The distrust, the tricks any time, to be wise in the nature of misleading and manipulation. 
But anyhow, you decided to wait and check if any other noise or heartbeat would make a sound in the room.
It didn't, still just Loki. 
So you approached, still covered, protected from view by your shape-shifting shadows. 
The atmosphere was colder than you had expected once you were in front of the cell, your hands touched the armored glass. Invisible now, abandoning your shadows. You didn't know if the cold was coming from him or if they just kept the air that way. Probably both.
Loki was in the middle of the cell now, facing his bed for the night. 
His thoughts kept betraying his facial expressions, being louder than he allowed his face to show, they were a constant mess of scheming and planning different ways out, a bunch of diverse techniques for trickery with the intent of finding his freedom.
Honestly you were getting a bit of a headache, but you realized he clearly didn't know that to do. You could sense his restricted powers moving through his veins.
You touched the glass with your fingertips first, then, with your fingernails, applying a slight pressure to it. Making Loki violently flinch and turn his body back to the entrance expecting to see one of the Avengers there to taunt him. 
He saw nothing and immediately frowned due to that. Then relaxed, noticing there was nobody there and thinking it might have been something else. You wondered if he could sense you or if he thought it was an illusion.
You decided to make use of the fact he still kept his front to the entrance—where you secretly were— and once again slowly scratched the glass he was being kept in.
Loki visibly flinched once again. 
“Fine, I thought it was nothing at first but I can definitely feel someone here now. Who is it? Who's there?!” He asked out loud to the empty room.
You waited in silence, seeing his fear was quite the spectacle. It's humanly cruel to admit but the fear that comes from Gods are a treat to be felt and experienced. To you. 
You were slightly shocked he could feel your presence there, although it did answer the doubt you had before to know if he could feel your presence or not.
You were tempted to scare him further, so mischievously as you decided to be, you closed your hand to a fist and knocked on the glass. Different areas, at the same time.
He looked around dramatically quick, closed his expression after noticing this was possibly a trick. He got back in place and his eyes dared to look forward— frighteningly exactly where you are—, and crossed his arms, presenting a —also—dramatic stance.
“Very funny, really adorable. I don't enjoy playing with witches, especially ones that won't show themselves, I'll let you know. Take off the spell.”
Really? I thought he liked tricks. You guess fear changes people, you could laugh at his scaredy cat behavior some other time. 
You took off the spell and showed your human form to him, making a mental note of how he seemed to gasp when you appeared out of nowhere. You noticed the cell seemed to restrict his powers although it seemed not to erase it completely, which is a capable downfall for the team of humans, they should've checked this before.
You presented yourself in a full black uniform with a long matching cape covering your shoulders, and your hair was kept down and loosen. The most noticeable detail was the metal mask you kept covering your nose and mouth. Allowing him to stare only at your eyes, not being able to see your full face.
“Loki, Loki of Asgard.” Your voice broke the silence, your eyes seemed to shine a little brighter after pronouncing the words.
He stared at you, his eyes questioning and doubtful, multiple questions running through his mind.
“And who are you? One more of the freaks coming to teach me how to behave in midgardian society? How do you know who I am?”
“Let's humbly say that I'm here to…save you,” he couldn't help but laugh at that.
“And what's that supposed to mean? You were in silence just then for a while, you clearly want something from me, and I want to know what it is. And I wish to know who you are, or maybe…who you're probably working for.”
“One of Thanos' children?” he thought, you don't care enough to ask what it means. 
You gave him a strange look he could not decipher.
“I work for no one, only myself. You can think of me as an angel, if you want, or if you need it. But I want to help you. Your powers have drawn me to you.”
“No angel would ever assume they feel drawn to greatness or power, I can only believe you may be a witch,” he eyed you up and down again, you noticed he seemed to do it a lot. Like he was constantly trying to understand things about you.
“No, I'm no witch. But I do admire them,” you let your head down a bit, then stare at him. Allowing your hands to try and reach the glass once again.
His eyes widened even before you managed to complete the touch. He thought you were going to scratch it again.
“No, no, don't do that! Stop scratching the glass!”
“Don't worry, I'm merely touching it this time.” you reached the glass and analyzed it, your hands glowing a black flowing matter, your powers, attempting to understand what it was made of and what could be its weakness. “Someone really doesn't want you to come out, it seems. The cell is reinforced by an invisibility spell that's hiding a layer of Adamantium.” 
“I don't know what that is, but the cell wasn't built for me that's for sure.” 
“It's a special metal, possibly the second strongest metal on Earth. Maybe it was built for you, or maybe not. I could sense your powers from miles away. You're more powerful than you think you are, with more experience you could turn a prison of Adamantium into multiple pieces.” 
He seemed to get angrier at what you said. Immediately scowling at you.
“Are you claiming I'm not experienced with magic? What would you know?! I'm over a thousand years of magic experience, I'm pretty sure I can handle anything by now.”
“Then break the cage yourself.” you simply stated. “Do it then.” 
“I can't, you dim-witted creature. As you can see, my magic is restricted.” He gesticulated to the cell around him, crossed his arms and looked at you.
“I know you carry more power than the supreme sorcerer in person. Again, if you had more faith in yourself mayhaps you'd be able to break it and find your way out on your own.” Your eyes wandered to the ground, making it seem like you didn't even care much, turning around slightly as if to go away. 
“And you…you can break it?” he asked after some seconds, lowering his voice. 
You turned back, looking over the whole glass. Your body leaned a bit backwards with you, showing a bit of drama through your movements. 
Then you placed yourself exactly where you were, and straightened your posture to speak to him.
“Yes, yes I can break it for you. I'll help you.” You decided. He seemed overly suspicious of every movement you made.
Placing your hand on the glass you let yourself feel all the tingly numbness that comes with allowing your powers to overcome, then you feel the glass start shattering under your fingertips. The strength of the material was stronger than anything you were used to physically handle daily.
Surprisingly, Loki's hand started glowing a light green color and his eyes closed as if putting the same effort as you into attempting to break the glass, less than he usually would be able to but still trying. His body got closer to the glass, not actually daring to touch it yet.
Your powers together managed to crack the top of his glass cell, this was when the loud warning noise came along, ringing in your ears and making you flinch. 
Loki grew alarmed and his magic was visibly weakening as the noise took over all the place. Seeing as these were extreme measures, you started putting double the effort to break it faster.
“It would be incredibly great if you could just help me again. It was good before, it was working.” You told him to make him pay attention to you once again. “You shouldn't let your emotions get in the way like that, I can sense your desperation from here, it's distracting!” 
He looked at her in disbelief but he put his hands in front of himself again, his powers grew strongly green and the glass cracked more and more. 
“You talk about desperation but I'm not the one that's raising my voice…” He muttered in the middle of everything.
“If you helped me I wouldn't need to!”
“Didn't you say you could do everything by yourself?” 
“I'm just saying in a matter of hurry to get you out, it would be great to have your powers help me break the second most powerful metal on Earth!”
“You should thank the gods that I-”
“Well I don't! I simply DON'T thank the gods,” you said louder than before. He seemed surprised but quickly recomposed himself. “And stop attempting a threat, should the humans arrive I can let myself out easily. Be more grateful.”
“As if! For all I know you must be a witch planning on kidnapping me… But seeing as being with the midgardian costume-show is worse, I don't mind the entertainment of being kidnapped by a…“ He took a pause to look at you, and you raised an eyebrow at him, slightly tilting your head. “Uh…insane, scary witch.” 
You could feel the heat increase and the announcement that there was an escape plan happening kept ringing loudly into the ears of both you. It would be a matter of time until the Avengers could track you and come back to the room. You both turned your heads to the entrance door that was right behind you, nothing yet.
Loki watched as your eyes seemed to go completely black in an instant, hands were getting shakier both yours and Loki's, then in the blink of an eye, the glass smashed in tiny little pieces. 
Loki put his arms in front of his face due to the impact but you didn't, your hands were still glowing with darkness and gray speckles of light as the magic slowly dissolved. One of the multiple pieces of glass crossed your forehead marking a small bleeding cut, that's when you noticed you probably should have had the reaction to protect your body to the glass. You noticed a few tinier pieces made contact with your mask, making a quiet but obvious sound of ripping steel, only a little, but what a shame.
You didn't want Loki to get too suspicious of you so you didn't make it heal faster, you let it bleed a little and it's close to your left eye. 
You watch it with interest, you quite like blood, you like the reminder you can bleed.
Putting your hand to the light wound and taking a bit of the blood on your skin, you let it taint your fingers a little red.
“We should go then.” You stated as a final decision.
You noticed that the moment the glass was destroyed, Loki's eyes seemed to get a bright blue shade for an instant, they even seemed a bit lost, then they went back to the green-grayish tone. 
“Wait, we could–”
You teleported both of your ways out of there, right before the Avengers arrived. 
You realized your plan carried no real structure and it upset you immensely. Now you were stuck in an isolated mossed area with an alien God that appeared to be in deep distress.
“You know this is great, where in the all the Nine even are we?” He looked around at that, checking the varied tree species the place had. And turned to look at you in disbelief.
“Are we still in the United States?!” He questioned loudly once again and started walking straight ahead.
“If there wasn't such pressure on us I could have teleported us somewhere nicer. I couldn't let them be too close,” with that you followed right behind him, managing to keep your footsteps steadier to make it seem as if you know what you're doing.
“If you had waited a little before teleporting us I could have gotten the Tesseract back! If we had the Tesseract I'd manage to find somewhere to hide, very far from here… You didn't let me dictate our plan and now look where we are,”
“The Tesseract?” You asked a bit confused, then you slowly nodded as you just remembered seeing something about that. “The bright blue cube the Avengers carried with them? Is it important?” You were curious now.
“Yes, it is property of Asgard. And it should be with me. They took it from me.” He started going faster and you hurried to match his steps. 
“First of all, why? Second of all,” you paused as you tripped on the rocks. “Ugh. Second of all- I definitely should be the one on the front. Let me lead the way.” 
You certainly didn't appreciate feeling inferior.
You ran a little to go and stay in front of him, turning your back to Loki and proceeding to walk first.
The Asgardian behind you was confused by the suddenness of your actions, and stomped his foot seemingly taking your choice as insolence.
“Where are we?! What the Hel is going on?!” 
“I told you I was going to save you. I did, I took you out of that god forsaken cell, I freed you.”
“Freedom would be a solid belief if I could be by myself right now.” 
“Hey. I have been nothing but nice,” you don't know why you were defensive. “And you have yet to mention why the Tesseract should be with you. I said I can do anything, if you convince me, maybe I can bring it to you,” you said firmly and stared right at him.
That made him pause his steps for a while, you were almost near a tunnel. You paused as well.
He blinked, and looked at you before speaking.
“It's the space stone, a stone that allows you to teleport anywhere you want at any given moment. It controls space in time, and I was using it to my benefit for my plans.”
You looked down to the floor deep in thought with that. Keeping quiet for a little.
“You don't need that, you have me.”
He stared at you quietly too, you almost didn't notice how his eyes shined a little greener after your words, looking… lively, or honest.
 “You'd…move us whenever we needed?”
“Yes, of course,” you exclaimed bubbly.
Everything seemed warmer to you, noticing the Tesseract wasn't going to ruin your plans if you lacked it, your powers are useful enough for that. 
He looked at you oddly, then kept walking. Indicating with his hands that you should walk as well, silently not caring anymore if you're first. 
“I wish you would tell me who you are. The only thing I can see other than your eyes is the mask.”
“You wish for me to take off the mask?” You smiled sardonically. “Are you this curious?”
“You did call yourself an angel,” he began. Your eyes turned slightly darker at the mention, but you were looking at the floor, you kept smiling under the mask.
“I did, yes. I am one, somehow,” you lied. 
You know he can see through your lies, he chose not to comment.
The tunnel was right in front of you two now, you both kept walking. It brought nothing but humid ground with water puddles that kept announcing you in the dark, sometime or another you could hear the small noise of a bug.
Overall, it was quite cold. You thought the cold in the cell had been due to keeping the atmosphere that way, but Loki's presence felt as cold as the air around you, literally.
“Are you cold?” You asked. 
“Hm?” He was distracted analyzing his whereabouts. “No, why? Is it cold? I didn't notice.”
You hummed, you were kind of sensitive to the cold so you weren't sure if you were the one on the wrong. Maybe it was just the tunnel.
Either way, you opened your hands spreading all your fingers, absorbing as much warmth as the place could have.
You noticed Loki's fingertips growing immediately the green it gets when he uses his powers, and…oh.
He conjured you a blanket. A dark green one, that looked very soft.
“I'm a gentleman, I can't let you go cold.” he looked at you and waited for you to take it.
Still, you kept your hands growing warmer and warmer, you got both of them together and huddled a tiny speckle of… fire.
You were satisfied with that, but made it a bit bigger. Now you carried a small flame in the air among your fingers, and your entire hands were glowing red. You felt warm enough, the pyrokinesis required the warmth of your entire body. 
You didn't notice Loki's admiration right beside you, his eyes sparkling with the movements of your fingers through the air.
“You can control fire? Impressive,” he said in awe. 
“It's nothing,” your cheeks felt just as warm as your hands, you supposed you could blame it on the pyrokinesis effect. “You can still give me the blanket, put it around me or something,” you moved your shoulders trying to demonstrate.
So he did, he placed it around your shoulders. It wasn't exactly long, good because it wouldn't touch the dirty ground. Or come close to it.
As you two walked the rest of the tunnel, now feeling less cold than before, a green light flowed by your side again. Loki's hand grew a green light to help us see the dark way in front of us, the fire helped already but it's nice that he thought to add to it.
You just assumed he liked feeling useful as much as you.
Maybe you were a creature cursed to desiring greatness for eternity, however, his powers did draw you to him even further. Your eyes brighten as you look at the green surrounding his fingertips. 
He looks at you curiously, eyes changing from his hands to your face back and forth.
Both of you don't say anything. 
The 'Avengers' as they have recently been named, decided the world was under a giant threat again seeing as Loki had not only escaped but he did so with the help of an unknown person.
This opened possibilities for a thousand different theories. Maybe the God of Mischief had fans, but it'd be really quick enough for them to plan and manage to save him?
Plus, they knew the 'person' was powerful when checking the cameras, seeing the woman appear out of nowhere, and seeing they teleported together. At first they thought Loki was the responsible one for that, but what if he wasn't? It mainly worried them the fact that humans —if it was what saved him— do not simply have superpowers like that.
It became a S.H.I.E.L.D case the second they discovered.
“What if he has more aliens he brainwashed?” Clint asked at the table. “I don't wanna deal with these aliens any more for today, I've had enough.”
“Considering the fact you were just brainwashed by the guy, I can give you that,” Natasha answered, putting a hand on his shoulder. She looked at him more caringly afterwards when the others weren't paying attention to them. Saying quietly: “Are you okay? Don't you think it's better if you rest for now?”
“I'll have enough time to rest after we get that serial killer slash crazy alien back to the cells. Or better yet, out of this planet.” With that, he looked at the other teammates.
Tony was checking the securities and zooming in on the screens, recording to save every detail of the presented outfit, mask, all the angles of this person, anything he could get.
Thor was relentless, demanding to know any information the humans could grant him with. He didn't understand how it wasn't quicker to locate him.
For him it seemed more like a family missing thing than a mass murderer villain missing, they guessed that after all, Loki was still his brother and Thor still had such a big heart.
“If this being is more powerful than my brother is, I don't think we'll find them in these…” Thor turned and gesticulated to the cameras Stark was studying the scenes from. “What are these again?” He mumbled in a hurry, just wanting to get his point across.
“Cameras.” Steve replied.
“Cameras! Of course,” Thor said again making a dramatic case with his booming voice, “I need to check in Asgard to see if he's not there, maybe the Asgardians even know something…I don't know, I'm not sure.” He kept looking around nervously, and picking on his hands as he spoke.
“Thor, relax. We're going to find him, it's our main mission to get a hold of this freak.” Bruce replied now. “If there's one thing about our group of very strange individuals is that we don't like to fail, we're too arrogant for that.”
“Speak for yourself, I'm far from arrogant.” Tony replied clicking on another screen and bringing it closer to him, the technology making the images clearer.
Steve tries to hide a snort, and Natasha can't help but actually laugh. “Come on now, it's not time for jokes.”
“Yeah, don't make us laugh,” she says.
“Is this amusing to you, Steve?” Tony said. Looking away from the screen. “If you think I'm too arrogant-”
“I have no time for this.” Thor turned around, picking Mjolnir with extreme ease and turning it in the air. “I'll be out for a while. If you find news about my brother don't forget to look up to the sky and scream very loudly the name 'HEIMDALL', please.” He made sure to give a quiet scream to interpretate them screaming to Heimdall.
“And who's that Heimdall guy again?” Clint asked.
“The man that sees it all. The guardian of Asgard. I asked him for news regarding Loki's location, but he seems to find absolutely nothing, it's unbelievable. He said there's strong magic protecting his surroundings, or him in itself.”
“If Loki is on Asgard, make sure to send us a letter or a text message to warn us and proceed be sure to keep him there, forever, no need to bring him back.” Tony said dismissively. “We've got enough trouble as it is.”
“Well, now you're just being rude. I bet Loki didn't mean any real harm with his actions. He wasn't like that before.” Thor replied once again, and then turned to the exit to go outside. “Again, if you find anything of him, make sure to yell to the sky!”
The moment Thor left and they saw the rainbow appear through the window and make quite a loud opening, Natasha looked at them and said:
“So who's going to be the one to take the role of insane and yell at the sky?” She asked with a smile.
“Hopefully no one, his brother might be having a blast with Asgardians chicks in a pool, if they have those there. And everything will go back to normal, we'll have no need to worry,” Tony said.
“Just because that's what you'd been doing if you escaped prison doesn't mean that that's what Loki's doing right now.” Steve argued.
“Who let the popsicle speak again? I don't know about you, but other people are familiar with the concept of having sex-”
“Is this conversation really necessary, Tony?” Steve argued back.
“Well, hopefully Tony's right about not needing to worry and-”
Mary Hill entered the room before Bruce could finish the sentence, “Am I interrupting? I apologize, I hate to be the bringer of bad news…actually, no, I'm alright with that.” She said menancingly. After that, she put a laptop on the table they were meeting at.
Also, putting next to it a bunch of information resources, such as multiple other tablets and laptops containing images that are some blurry and others in perfect quality. One of them even contained an image of a woman, seemingly an ID, but they weren't sure.
“Fury was in contact with other agents that could know anything about the characteristics the unknown person had. They studied the height, the weight, the length of their hair, and other things. We tried to study the precise gender this person has but aren't so sure, so we call it Being, they weren't even sure it's human. Still, they checked the powers, the speed in which the glass was broken, everything they could through the images. Changed the angles and studied for news about it, checking specifically also the mask she wore.”
While she narrated every step of the professionals she opened one of the screens and displayed it to another device to share Fury's screen. That's when he began to talk to them, to tell the story through his side as well.
“The creature, we were looking first for witches or any enhanced human beings such as other possible soldiers like Rogers. We were both relieved and worried to see it wasn't the case, our work couldn't be granted with much, but what we found of it should be enough for now to know what we're working with.”
Hill presented a specific image on screen, one that seemed like the one on the ID, the 'woman' had her eyes wide open seeing as she had to look directly at the camera for the important exam.
The image was black and white, of course. But she had her eyes completely empty, the document was inked with white the part where her eyes should be.
“They checked for occurrences and similar characteristics on other people surrounding the same places. What we found complicated is that the situations in which people disappeared like that and appeared out of nowhere were brought up by different people in different parts of the world.” The images kept moving to present women, men and children, not much, probably just up to eight identities that they could collect from around the whole world. “But what's most interesting is that, none of these people actually exist.”
Fury stated and caused the silence of the room to grow instantly tense. They immediately found that frightening.
“Has Loki really been planning the attack on New York for that long? This must be related to him somehow. When, how-” Clint began and was interrupted by Fury again.
“These people would appear on a certain day and disappear at any moment. It was uncertain, it has no pattern, we're in doubt of our process because we can't seem to be sure just one person could be responsible for this. And we're unsure of Loki's relation to this being, at least any relation before today.”
The pictures presented could vary from news where there would be people morphing out of shadows or coming out of something slimy to become human. They weren't sure these things were related to one another but they carried similarities with the pattern of power presented in the cell earlier.
There were videos of men, women, even animals, morphing into something else. And mainly all of them had to be related to the shadows one time or another, that's all they had, they had to stick to it.
“We believe we're dealing with a shapeshifter, and even worse… We believe it's a demon.”
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Demons Are Angels When It Comes To Love
Summary: Natasha loves a demon. And she definitely shows it.
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Demon!Reader, Wanda and Pietro and Tony x Reader (besties), Carol x Brunnhilde (lovers <3).
Warnings: Demon stuff, Rhodey being an asshole, Tony not being an asshole (that’s a first), protective twins. Body image issues, shapeshifting causing mental harm, blood, injuries. 
A/N: I don’t know why I wrote with Demon!Reader. Just kinda came to me since I’ve been doing my Nat series. Enjoy.
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The world knows about aliens, androids and wizards, a few of them on the Avengers mighty team that stretched across galaxies. But the creator, Nicholas Joseph Fury, kept a small secret from them all.
Demons and angels walked amongst them.
He had found you when you’d gotten high off of a drugged mortal, who eventually overdosed six hours later. You were in a holding cell and it wasn’t your first time, but your powers were out of whack because of the mix of heroin, cocaine, MDMA and alcohol. He took you home after paying the fine for being drunk and disorderly, but luckily the blood wasn’t questioned since it was Halloween.
Nobody really questioned your appearance, it wasn’t unlikely given what they’d previously dealt with, but the whole demon side was new. They’d seen horns, wings and a tail before - yours were very much what they’d pictured in ‘cartoons’ and in biblical manners.
But then… Then you met Natasha.
Natasha was the best thing you’d come across in your entire life. Her soul was pure, even if she thought her actions and past made her darker than your own soul. Then you explained to her one night that you didn’t have a soul, which made her giggle.
You made sure you heard that sound everyday you could, and so far in your one and a half month relationship, you had. She would come around to your place almost every day, and on the days she couldn’t, you’d send her funny texts and she promised to use the voice messages to calm you down.
Natasha’s friends, however…
Being a demon came with pros and cons. Pros - shapeshifting, magic, immortality, general superpowers like invulnerability and super senses and reflexes. Cons - Hard-core Christians, old people, immortality. Most young people saw the pros and often asked for a demonstration, whilst older people threw crosses or swore at you.
You really didn’t want that to happen when you moved into the compound. 
It was an order given by Fury, who demanded you be transferred from a regular SHIELD agent to the Avengers, and Tony was very pleased to have you. He admired your ability to consume alcohol with no or little effect, your intelligence gifted by time, your powers that he could test his machines on with your consent, and he loved your personality and relationship with Natasha.
He never thought the Triple Impostor could learn to love. But, if it had to be anyone, it would probably be a demon. 
Sitting in his lab, you watched him fiddle with something in his suit’s knee before a knock came to the door. You smiled widely, giving the redhead a flash of your fangs, before she leapt into your arms and you easily caught her.
“Hey, sweetness.” You kissed her softly, holding her jaw and some of her neck.
“Hi.” She gleamed up at you.
“How was your mission?” You asked, seating her on your lap whilst your tail curled around her waist.
“It was good. We got two more Widows free, and Yelena’s gone to make more vials.” She murmured as she leaned into you, her hand coming up your shirt to tickle against your back.
“Come on, then. Let’s go and get you showered.” 
You stood, your tail keeping her by your hip, and you patted Tony on the back. “See ya, Stark.”
“Don’t forget about the party tonight! I need my demon girl there for drunk poker!” He called out as you left. 
You helped Natasha shower, washing her hair for her whilst she just leaned against you, and you thanked her when she washed your bat-like wings. You wrapped her up in your fuzzy towel, taking the rougher one instead, and helped her get dressed before laying her down in bed.
“Tasha, I have to do some work for Fury, so you should have a nap and when you wake up, I’ll be done.” You kissed her forehead, but she grabbed onto your wrist.
“But we always cuddle after a mission.” She whined.
She watched your eyes change from their dark auburn to their acidic yellow, looking over her. She stayed still and watched them change back, grinning when you sighed. “Come on, then.” 
You sank into your chair and opened up the files needed finishing, waiting for her to sit down on your lap. She nestled into you, kissing you gently as she admired your features.
“Are you excited for the party tonight?” She queried, braiding a small section of your hair.
“I sure am. Haven’t seen Wanda and Pietro for ages. I missed my speedy buddy.” 
“What about me?” She smirked, and you snickered into a kiss on her temple.
“I always miss you. If I was allowed, I’d come and visit you.” 
She grinned, proud of herself, but you saw in the reflection of the screen that she was getting sleepy. You warmed yourself up and exchanged her shirt with one of your own via summoning, leaving the buttons undone but her bra covered her boobs to stop tempting you.
“Sleep well, my sweet.” You kissed her head softly before dulling the sounds around you, giving her as much peace as she needed.
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When she woke in her bed, you greeted her by a surprise teleportation on top of her. She grinned sleepily at you and you gently sank on top of her, peppering her cheeks with little kisses. “Good evening, Sleeping Beauty.” 
“Have you come to wake me from my slumber, Princess Y/N?” She gently kissed your lips, tasting a bit of cinnamon.
“Doughnuts, my human.” You answered her thought and she quickly rolled on top of you. 
“What time is it?” She plopped down on top of you but you didn’t get winded.
“6. Party starts at 7.” 
She nuzzled her head into your neck and kissed your skin. “I don’t wanna go.” Her groan was muffled, but you caught it.
“I know, sugar. But we do need to make at least an hour’s appearance.” You gently ran your nails up and down her back.
“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna fall back asleep and we’re gonna be late.” 
“I can get us ready in a flash, my darling.” You chuckled.
The hour passed quickly before Natasha and you made your appearance outside in the courtyard, your suit matching her dark velvet red dress. Eyes were drawn to you both, but you made no effort in your magical ability and Natasha’s arm linked in yours showed she was very much taken.
You made your rounds to whom you needed to before you spotted platinum blonde hair next to brunette, the two turning into blurs until they hugged you tightly.
“Demonica!” Pietro yelled in excitement.
“Hello, Pietro and Wanda.” You smiled at them both.
“This party is going to be so boring if you don’t do something.” He whined, the childish soul of his desperate for dopamine.
“You both look stunning.” Wanda complimented, especially on the little chains that hung from your horns and woven into your hair.
You kissed Natasha as she left, admiring how she walked with self-confidence and almost regality before Pietro sped you to the couch. 
“Alright, let’s play!” 
You looked at your surrounding opponents in this game of drunk poker - Carol and Brunnhilde were together, the blonde sitting on her king’s lap; Tony and Pepper, but the strawberry blonde wasn’t paying attention; Pietro and Wanda, the girl not knowing how to play; and Rhodey was your final opponent, sitting by himself on the couch to your right.
The game started off with everyone having 20 chips, divided evenly by Peter who was now talking to Happy and Fury. You won the first two rounds with a royal flush and a full house, earning yourself a total of 56 chips since everyone had bet highly. 
Tony won, then Carol and Bruni (as you nicknamed her), and Pietro won a hand with Wanda’s help. Rhodey, however, was getting pissed off as he was now down to 6 chips. 
“Hey, Demonica, want a drink?” Pietro asked and you nodded, thanking him for his offer before he sped away.
“Why does he call you that?” Rhodey questioned.
“Because he likes Metallica and I’m a demon.” You replied, answering Rhodey’s call of one chip.
“Wow, never would have guessed from your get-up.” He chuckled sarcastically, watching Carol/Bruni and Tony fold, Pietro having done so to get drinks.
You thanked FRIDAY for dealing the next card, your set of ace/king fairing well with the ten and nine. “I wouldn’t call it a get-up, for it is my natural shape. Our king is a kind one, and accepting of all shapes and sizes of us.” 
“But you know that everyone is terrified of you, right?” 
Your hand was outstretched to raise the bet, but Rhodey beat it to you and called all-in. “W-What?” 
“You don’t know? Really?” He scoffed. “Wow. You really don’t understand humans.” 
“How am I not understanding you?”
“Rhodey, cut it out, man.” Tony grumbled.
You turned your powers back on and sniffed Rhodey’s scent, almost gagging from the amount of alcohol in his veins. “You are intoxicated, James Rhodes. I will not be speaking to you anymore tonight.” 
You guided your chips to Carol and Brunnhilde before going to the bar, finding Pietro there with Wanda and Natasha. You came to Natasha’s side and placed your hand on the small of her back, kissing her forehead gently before listening to the conversation.
“So there was this one girl in HYDRA that Wanda really liked, and dare I say even kissed… and they were so cute!” Pietro grinned at his blushing sister.
“Shut up, Pietro! I told you that in confidence!” Wanda grumbled, looking over at you.
“Oh, hey Y/N/N.” 
“Hello, my favourite twins.” You smirked. “Is it okay if I steal my beautiful girlfriend from your conversation?”
“Of course!” 
You took Natasha’s hand in yours and gently guided her to the fountain outside, sitting down on a bench that faced the beautiful structure. Natasha sat next to you, still holding your hand, and sat in the silence with you.
She knew you struggled with your pure demonic side. The instincts that lay beneath the shell of an intelligent mind. The urge to drink from humans, to punish and make them serve you. She understood what it was like to want to fall back onto those instincts, and she gently kissed the back of your hand to gain your attention.
“What is it, Y/N?” She asked oh so gently, as if her very breath could knock over the tower of your emotions like they were cards.
“I am alright, Tasha. I just needed some air.” You murmured, gently taking her hand in yours to trace your nails over her hand.
Though she doubted your words, she didn’t question them. 
“Thank you for loving me.” You looked at her, eyes full of love.
“I could say the same, my dear.” She cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, pulling away ever so slightly.
“I think we’ve stayed past our hour. Let’s go to bed.” 
You nodded, guiding the shadows to encase you and your love.
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Natasha was right. She was always right.
Over the coming days, you were taken on less missions and nobody could enter your room. On one day that almost everybody had gone, you found yourself looking in the mirror at your reflection. 
“But you know that everyone is terrified of you right?” 
Really? Were you really that hideous to look at? You pushed and pulled at the soft skin of your stomach, the already red tone not showing any evidence. 
*I guess I could show a little less skin… Maybe even do…* You shifted into human colours, sifting through them until you found something you felt was normal.
You looked at your horns and gently shrank them until they disappeared, doing the same with your wings and tail before shortening your nails and fangs. You did a little google search and found the selection of eye colours, picking one that sorta matched the human skin.
*Hmm. I’ll have to get Rhodey’s opinion.* You muttered, looking around for your phone.
“Who… the hell… are you?”
You lifted your head to see Natasha aiming her gun at your forehead, calling out to FRIDAY to alert the team of an intruder. You quickly raised your hands and undid your magic to reveal your eyes, realisation flickering through hers.
“Y/N/N? What…? I don’t understand.” She threw her gun down and came over to you, patting her hands and walking around you.
“Where are your wings? Your tail, your horns, your fangs?”
She looked up at you and cupped your cheeks, her thumbs brushing over your skin - skin she didn’t see as yours.
“Bring it all back. Right now.” She demanded pleadingly.
You closed your eyes and easily broke down your façade, letting her check over you once more to make sure everything was back. She hugged you tightly and sat you down on the bed, taking your hand.
“Y/N, I need you to listen to me. I love you. I love you more than anything or anyone on every single plane of existence, and you need to know that so deeply that you will never doubt it. You need to know it in your bones. And if it takes me telling you every single day for that to happen, then so it will be.” 
You stayed quiet as she studied your hand. “Who made you doubt yourself? Because I certainly know it wasn’t me, Pietro, Wanda or Tony.”
She looked at you after you didn’t answer straight away, her stare piercing through your eyes and into your soul; if you even had one. “Who was it, Y/N? First name, last name, birthday, I don’t care how much information you give me, because I will hunt them down and make them pay for hurting you.” 
“Nobody can hurt me, my love.” You murmured.
“No? Then why do you wish to hide your true self? I do not love you for that other form, I love you for you.” She retorted hastily, your hands taking hers quickly.
“Okay, okay.” You kissed your hands that encompassed hers, closing your eyes as you sent the name through to her mind.
*James Rhodes.* It echoed as her vision turned red.
“Stay here.” She ordered and you did not move for the time she was gone. 
How long it was, you didn’t know, but she came back with bloodied knuckles and a split lip. You instantly stood, your eyes glowing as you towered over her. “Who hurt you?”
“I fought Rhodey for being an asshole to you. And I won.” She smirked, placing a hand on your chest.
“Breathe, my demon. Relax.” 
You took a deep breath and pushed down the instincts, most of which listened to her command. You then opened your eyes, taking another deep breath before you kissed her knuckles. “Come on.”
You took her to the bathroom and gently cleaned her hands, doing a little bit of magic so that they’d heal faster. You turned her around and kissed her deeply, holding her by her waist so that she wouldn’t fall back.
“Thank you, my love.” 
FRIDAY’s call for dinner had both of you wide-eyed, with Natasha leading you by the arm around your waist. 
“Where is your tail?” She asked.
“Right here, Tasha.” You gently wrapped it around her forearm and watched her visibly relax, realising something. 
Your form was what kept Natasha calm. The familiarity of it. Natasha needed you to be her demon to keep herself controlled. Unfamiliarity brought out the Widow hiding in the crevices of Natasha’s bones, and you knew she could do some damage.
As you entered the kitchen, you could feel the tension in the air. Well, actually, it was just your skin tightening from body language, but that’s the same thing.
“Where’s Rhodes?” Steve asked as he walked in with Bucky, the man giving you a pat on the shoulder with his metal arm before serving himself dinner.
“Medical wing.” Tony replied.
“Why?!” 
“Natasha beat him to a pulp. He had to resort to his War Machine hand to hurt her.” 
He looked over at Natasha and she glared at him. “Have something to say about it?”
“What did he do?” He asked instead.
“Insulted Y/N’s demon biology.” She shrugged, standing in front of you even as your tail stayed on her forearm.
“He did what?” The twins growled, Wanda’s eyes glowing and Pietro’s fists blurring in place.
“Good job, Romanoff.” Tony saluted her, dishing himself some dinner too.
“Wait. You’re all just going to agree with this?” You asked.
“Of course. You are a part of the team. You live here, which is a step up from Rhodey in the friendship circle. You are our friend, and we love having you around.” 
“FRIDAY, what is Rhodey’s assessment of injuries?” Bucky asked the AI.
“One punctured lung caused by five broken ribs, another two on the other side, snapped tibia, humerus and radius, dislocated shoulder, black eye and broken cheekbone.” She reported.
Everybody turned to Natasha, watching her curl your tail around her waist whilst wrapping your wing around her body. “My demon. Nobody hurts her without repercussions.”
The group laughed at her antics before sitting down for the movie, Natasha’s hand in yours as she took you over once she served your dinner. She fed you the dinner, making sure to give herself some too in case you scolded her, before snuggling up to you halfway through the movie.
“I love you, my demon.” She whispered against your collarbone, kissing it after.
“I love you, my human.” You replied, keeping her warm as she fell asleep.
You gladly fell asleep with her.
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Halloween Night
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October 29 Happy Halloween!!
Jason Carver x Virgin!Shy!Reader | Cult!Dark!Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Scary Stories, Halloween Night, one shot. Jason asked Eddie to make a deal with satanic to get his parents job back and be rich again so Eddie ask Jason to find a virgin lady. You. Jason ask you out and went to the wonderful fake dates. One night, the awful night and getting bloody | +5.4k |
Warning: 18++! reader & Jason are 18, Eddie is 20, reader has glasses, kissing, dirty name; slut, stabs, bloody, naked, anxiety, panic attacks, crying, use y/n, sweet pet names: sweetie, princess, sweet girl, (LMK if I’m missed to add)
A/N: read end of the chapter for my comment.
• I feel like that I should tags @bettyfrommars @slutty-thevampireslayer @eddiemunsonfuxks @justmeinadaze because I know you would like this (I hope 😬)
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He is so screwed, so screwed. He can’t let anyone know but him.
Jason's parents lost their jobs, money starting losing and may lose the house. He can’t let anyone see him poor and can’t let anyone make him weak. Blondie doesn’t want to be poor like him or call a freak like him. He can’t have that. No fucking way.
Jason knows that he works with satanic. Want to ask him to see if he can help his parents to get their jobs back or be rich again
Jock is looking for him, but can't find him in any classes that are always with him but not there. Of course, he would never be there, not in the class room with Mrs. O'Donnell or chemistry or not even gym.
Finally at lunch time, it'll be easy to find him. As Jason enters the room and looks at the hellfire club table. He is sitting there and talking to other boys.
Jason is on the move to the club table, he is very nervous to talk to him because he knows that he is the devil, worshiping the satanic. Not sure if he’s really screwed or not but no choice to save his parents.
He’s standing in front of him and he look up at him
“What the fuck do you want, Carver?” Brown hair growled
Shit, he already made him nervous, possibly starting to freak out and possibly run out of the lunch room but he doesn’t want to let anyone see him weak. So he won’t show his fear
“I need your help, Munson”
Eddie start blast bark laughing out and the table group join him
“Holy shit!” He turned to look at his group “Carver needs Freak help! Wow. I really need that laugh” back look at jock, scanning his face and it was serious, his face drop “oh shit, you do need my help?”
Jason gulps, “yes I do need your help. Alright? All I know that you’re work with the fucking devil”
“Oh for fuck sake” as metalhead look away, hand on his forehead in annoying. “Hellfire is not satanic worship. It’s a Dungeon and Dragons, you know, the game? Satanic is not fucking real”
“I want to make a deal. You’ll talk to him and help my family. I’m begging you” Blondie huffed
Eddie squinted his eyes to look at his face, scanning to see if he told lies or any hints. Nothing. He is just not sure about Jason, everytime he tricks him and always beats him up when no one looks around. Jock treats him like garbage. Blondie and Jocks took Eddie to the bathroom and dipped his head in the toilet, the worst day in his life.
Lights bulb
He wants to get him back. He wants him to pay. He wants to hurt him. He wants to ruin his life. He want his blood
“Okay”
Jock shot eyebrows up in surprisedly, he wasn’t expecting that at all, he swore metalhead wouldn’t help him out but he is helping him out.
“But first-“
Great, he’s not finished…
“-I need a virgin lady”
Jason choked from the shocks. Why would Eddie need a virgin lady? But he doesn’t know any ladies who is virgin so he have no choice but ask
“But I don’t know any who’s” Blondie grumbled
Metalhead grinning like a Cheshire Cat and then brown eyes scanning around to find the lady, he knows which one because his ears are all over the place. Eddie is a very gossiping person, loves to overhear ladies talk about men, women, date, sex.
Eyes on Barbara, oh yes she’s a virgin but definitely not Jason type. Heather? Eddie’s very sure that Billy took her. Carol lost her v-card by Tommy and- ahh.
“There she is,” his finger lifted up pointing at the lady who was sitting alone on the lunch table, reading Magic’s Pawn by Mercedes Lackey with the cute round glasses and messy buns. Wearing black hoodie with a hippie pink frog and long black skirts, it looks really comfortable.
Jason, find you. He doesn’t know much about you but all he knows is that you are very quiet, no friends, shy and never had relationships, doesn’t answer or ask the teacher, not even raise your hand up.
“Are you sure? She’s not my-“
“Do you want my help or not?” Curly hair growled, brown eyes turned dark, almost evil.
Jock rolling his eyes, “fine. What do you want me to do? Take her virgin?”
“NO!” He quick answer
Everything went quiet as glanced at the hellfire club table, murmuring wondering what the freak yelled at jock for.
Jason can feel everyone's eyes on him, already feeling so uncomfortable and nervous. This is why he doesn’t want eyes on him like a freak if they find out that he’s going to be poor soon.
Eddie huffed, stand up to stare at blue eyes, that stupid fucking blue cold eyes. “You can’t take her fucking virgin, Carver. I need virginity blood so I can bring Satan out from hell and you will make a deal with him. Got it?” he said through gritted teeth, clenching his jaw a little.
Jason can see the fire in his eyes, almost like a psycho and his voice sounds poisonous. He was right, Eddie is devil
Jock shook his head.
“Good. Now ask her out and take her to fake dates or whatever you can do with fuck magic, make her to trust you and bring her to the Creels house on halloween night before midnight. So you got less then a week”
He sat back down and back to talking to his group about the next games.
Jason just standing still, staring at him, is he really serious? Ask you out, make you trust him and- oh fucking hell. Blondie is on the move to you.
Metalhead watching him going as devilish smirk
“Are you really serious? This thing again?” Gareth asks, whining.
“Guess we have to do it all over again. Every fucking halloween.” Jeff stressed as cross his arms. Both boys are not really looking forward to this because they’ve been doing that every year, all they want is to relax and watch horror movies, eat pizza and popcorn.
“Oooh don’t worry boys, he's a very lucky one..” Eddie smiling, showing teeth. Oh yes you are very very.. lucky one, Carver. He think himself
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You love the quiet day, well except you’re in the lunch room with a loud crowd but they seem quiet to you because you easily ignore them.
You were born and raised in Hawkins with mom and dad but dad was never home, just hardly and possibly cheating on mom. She doesn't seem to care about it, all she wants is to have his money to keep alive. She works with Joyce, kinda friends with her.
You do like to be yourself. You tried to make new friends a while ago but you hate them because they always talk about boys, marriage, money, future or sex, they’re always the same so you prefer to be alone.
You didn’t hear that someone calling your name, they yell again as you shoot up and look at Jason standing in front of you. You were shocked and confused, wondering why your little crush is talking to you. Isn’t he supposed to hang out with other jocks or Chrissy, his girlfriend?
“Hey”
Your mouth opens into an small o, almost forgot how to speak
“Oh hi- hi” as push your glasses back and put the book down. Now you feel awkward, you never talked to boys before, well, that’s not true. You tried to talk to Tommy but he just pushed you away like trash.
“Hi” Blondie smiling at you “I noticed that you’re sitting all by yourself and I thought I could hang out with you?”
Is he actually talking to you? Right? Is he not making fun of you? Okay now you are more nervous, sweating palms as wiping out on your skirt
“Uh, um, ar-are you not with your friends o-or maybe girlfriend, Chrissy?” You stuttered
Jason sat down front of you “nah, friends can be little boring and Chrissy broke up with me for other man” he low, monotone voice
“O-oh I’m sorry, Jason. I didn’t know” your shoulders slumped, looking down at your nails to picking black polish off
He shoots you with a flutter of his hand. “It’s alright, sweet girl. It’s better than just staying with her if she doesn’t have feelings for me.”
That’s a lie. Chrissy did find out that his parents are broke so she just dumped him and went to a different jock with rich money. That why he need to act fast before Chrissy tell everyone about Jason being broke as poor
“I need to ask you” he waited for you to look at him and you did. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” He doesn’t know why he feels so sick, he can be a jerk but doesn’t like hanging out with weird lady.
You have no idea if you were dreaming or not. Your crush is actually asking you out. Smiling, “yes I would love to.”
“Great! How about 7:00 tonight at Benny’s?”
“Sure. I’ll meet you there”
Jason smiles then nods. Stand up and walk away from you but he didn’t go far as he turned back to give you a shot smiling. You smiling back
Turn your head and find Eddie is sitting with the hellfire club. Your smiling fade as he stared at you with his black eyes and evil smiling, made you shiver down your spine. You don’t like that boy.
Went back to your book but you not actually reading, only thinking about going to date with Jason Carver and you can’t wait
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One night, the first date was amazing. At Benny’s, you order fries and chocolate shake, and eating together is the best taste ever. Jason orders a burger with fries and Coke. All you both talked about school, class, life and favourite things. You are having fun but not Jason. He doesn’t like going on date with you, he hates going on fake date. All he wants to be with Chrissy again.
Second night, second dates, he asked you out again and you weren't expecting to get second dates with him again. Are you dreaming because it doesn’t seem real but you are so excited.
He took you to the bowling alley, he paid for you but you refused, you want to pay this time since he already covered last night. Blondie’s thankful that he doesn't have to pay since he hardly has any money right now and hardly can afford anything but school lunch.
Second dates were so much fun. But you noticed something about Jason because he doesn't seem happy or a little cheerful. You tried to hug him and he pulled back, you did little hurt.
Third night, the phone was ringing, you picked it up and it was Jason again. What does he want now? All he wants is talk, great, a talk. While you were listening to him apologizing to you, he was upset that his parents were fighting with each other. Hell, now you feel bad and feel sorry for him. You didn’t know that. So he asks you on third dates to go see the movie, Aliens. You agreed
Jason had to be careful around you because he really needs you and needs your trust too or everything won’t work.
Fourth night, third dates. At the movie theatre. You weren't expecting to see Jason so handsome and dressed nicely, not even wearing a jock jacket, just a normal dark blue hoodie and normal jeans. You are wearing dark red long sleeves and above knees black skirts. He ordered large popcorn for you and him, ordered two drinks, coke and 7-up. While you both enjoying the movie, Blondie made a move as arm over your shoulder, you move closer to him and smiling
After the movie, he drops you off at your house and both standing in front of your door. Thinking about getting a first kiss by him so you decide that you make a move by leaning to his lips slowly to see if he is leaning. Jason is leaning and crushing your lips.
It’s weird because it's your first kiss so you have no idea what it is like and don’t know how to move your lips but follow his movements. Blondie pull back, smiling and tell you to good night and see you tomorrow
Fifth night, Halloween night. Jason wore a costume, he is a president. So lame you think. And you’re a witch with a long black dress down to your ankle, long sleeve and big witch hat, wearing eye contact instead of wearing glasses. Jock did talk to you about there’s a party at the Creels house, the haunted house.
You never liked that house, it gives you creeps out. You have heard the stories about what happened to this house when the little boy murder his family and pulled their eyeballs out and ate them. And then the little boy went missing, no one ever found him, not for 27 years.
You both are standing in front of the Creels house.
It quiet
No sound of music or signs of any people. Nothing, just an empty house. Why did Jason bring you to this house?
“Sweet girl?” You glanced at blue eyes
“It’s okay. I thought it'd be so cool to check it out. Since nobody home so it not like we’re in trouble” he chuckles
You nervously chuckled as a smile but it didn’t reach your eyes. Not sure about this but got a bad feeling about this, a really bad feeling.
Jason is on the move to the house and you follow him too. The rose window on the door already broke which means someone already broke in before us.
Blondie carefully his hand through the broken window and reaches the knob, turning it.
•Door creak•
As you both enter it. “Wow” you’re impressed with this house, thought this house would be empty but all the furniture is here. You’re standing in front of grandpa's clock, it’s not even tick tock, guess it stopped working a long time ago.
“Hey check this out!”
You turn around and find Jason is upstairs, you follow him up. Found the room with pink walls and pink dirty blankets, guess it belongs to Alice Creel room. Found another kid's room with almost dark green walls, black spider drawings all over one wall and little empty jars on the nightstand, definitely belonging to Henry Creel. Found the door was open and reach to upstairs to the attic
Why are you feeling getting worse and worse? You can feel your heart racing like a crazy almost bust them out of your chest.
Notice you can see the orange flickering lights, take a guess from the candle flames. You took a deep breath and took each step of the stairs. Step. Step. Step. Step.
Stop at the top of the stairs. Scanning everywhere, it’s worse than you ever imagined.
Five people are standing in circles and holding the candles, candles are everywhere and there is a mark on the floor with black paint, pentagram.
Everyone is wearing the same clothes, black caps and crow mask, except one of them is not. You think you know him, a bare back with big ass tattoo on his back and it’s fucking satanic. He have brown long curly hair
Eddie fucking Munson
You have no idea how you’re feeling right now but scared, anxious, confused and angry. Jason took you to the fake dates and the kiss. It’s all fake. None of them were real
What the fuck is going on here? You think in terrifying. Think you know what’s going on here, you’ve heard that story before, Jason brought you here and kill you to take your virginity blood and bring the devil to make a deal or take a soul- what however works but you need to escape
Just about run down the stairs but caught by two strong men wrap around your arms to pull you away. You’re screaming and kicking legs in the air as your witch hat falls down, trying to escape but they’re too strong.
They drop your body to the ground hard, groans. Your body on the pentagram mark and they tied your wrists and ankles too
You just keep screaming and screaming, sobbing and pulling your arms to pull ropes broken off but they are metal heavy chains. There’s no escaping
Eddie turns around and sees you on the floor. Eyes bounce on Jason standing in front of your head but far. He was just too scared to be close or look.
Metalhead on move to be close to you and standing front of your feet, scanning your beautiful body with all tied up, dress already pull up to your thighs and beautiful scare face with tears keep falling down to your ears
You look at Eddie, his eyes are full of evil and crazy Cheshire Cat grinning. Oh my god! He’s holding the knife! Moving around your body to see if you can escape but nothing. Look at Jason is above you, calling for help but he just standing there like a fucking chicken ass.
“Ohh, Y/N, princess, sweetie. Don’t cry.” As he kneels down and sits on your stomach, push your hair away from your face, thumb wipe off your tears.
You flinched by his touch, continuing sobbing. All you just want to do is go home and watch movies to have a normal night. This is worst night you ever had
“Guys?” He looks at everyone to see if they’re ready. “Let’s get start and Carver, come closer and stand there” as he pointing at it with his knife
Jason moves closer to you, about two feet from your head. He felt so bad to bring you here and get your blood to bring the devil back from hell. But no choice, only wanting to bring his parent’s money back and be rich again.
Metalhead knife smoothing over your neck down to your chest and knife tip pointing at your dress “this need to come off” he grinning
Your wide eyes and heart pounding. Continue pulling your wrists and ankles, whimpering and crying. Trying to let go but the leather handcuffs are so tight. You never felt so scared in your life
Knife went through your dress and ripped in half, leaving you with nothing but dark blue panties.
“Fuck. No bra? I bet you were looking forward to losing your virginity with him, huh? Answer me, slut” he purred to your ear, can feel his hot breath to your neck
All you can do is whimper and tears are still falling down. You can't answer it because you can’t talk, all you can feel that your throat get tight, can’t speak but sobbing
“Okay. Guys. Let get start”
You and jock can hear them chatting with Latin language, the same words over and over again
agrifuk agrifar agripyri chi vol tu fer
di pyro nocesti di acaro fosti generato
chi fai la!
Eddie leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You gonna love this, sweetie”
Jason doesn’t know what to do, to save you or what? He thinks this is a bad idea, a very bad idea he ever thought of. Jock really don’t want to watch this or being here
Eddie raises his hand up in the air with a knife. Your eyes wide and breath shaking. Jason just about to say something but it was too late. He stab you
agrifuk agrifar agripyri chi vol tu fer
di pyro nocesti di acaro fosti generato
chi fai la!
•Lightning Bolt•
You shut your eyes tightly as screaming is painful. You can feel he keeps stabbing you in the chest, left, right, middle, everywhere. Feel the blood draining down over your shoulders, neck and splash over your face. Keep trying to pulling your hands away but weak and scream starting fade, coughing up blood
Blue eyes went widely in shock as couldn't believe that curly hair was killing you. He didn’t think that Eddie was actually killing you, all he thought was that just cut your skin and small blood but he was so wrong, all wrong. It’s all his fault, he should’ve not brought that up and everything would never have happened if he didn’t ask metalhead to help him.
agrifuk agrifar agripyri chi vol tu fer
di pyro nocesti di acaro fosti generato
chi fai la!
•Lightning Bolt•
After 20-something stabs, your scream stopped a little while ago, same as taking your last breath. Vision has gone black and the sound has faded too, not even moving anymore. You die in the Creels house. Blood continue spreading out almost cover the pentagram mark
Eddie panting from exhaustion stabbing you. He hasn’t felt this for so long, not even since last year, Halloween night. Killing people is his favourite thing but he knows it will get better as metalhead stands up to find Blondie, still standing in the same spot, he didn’t move, not even two inches.
Blue eyes haven't got off of you, your eyes have faded from colour. He just keeps hoping you are going to wake up soon but your eyes are still not moving and not even moving the muscle or breath. Watch the blood spread, reach to his shoes. What the fuck have I done? He said in thought. He killed you. But he knows that Eddie killed you but feel like it was Jason who killed you
agrifuk agrifar agripyri chi vol tu fer
di pyro nocesti di acaro fosti generato
chi fai la!
•Lightning Bolt•
Latin chatting still going, their black candles starting dripping down to the wood ground. Blood dripping from the knife that's still in the curly boy's bloody hand.
Metalhead is standing in front of Jason, his eyes still not off of you. Eddie grabs his chin to focus him to look at his dark brown, almost black eyes and got little blood splash over his face. Jason watched Eddie lick your blood off from the knife and made the sound of moaning. Jock look at him like he’s fucking insane
Curly hair leaning to his ear and whispering with a different voice that it almost does not belong to him, it’s scary and heavy.
“You better be ready, Carver”
Eddie turn around to stand beside Jason and yell as raise both hands up in air
“HAIL LORD VECNA!”
The group did join him
“HAIL LORD VECNA!”
•lightning bolts/loud thunder•
They’re keep saying for five times and now they all are kneeling down, head low and waited for him
Jason had no idea what to do, should he follow them or what? He knows that Eddie didn’t say follow him so he just stands there and waits for something happening.
It was a long minutes and didn’t happen. Lightning has stopped and not even a crack in the woods but can hear the wind from outside. No red glowing or anything. Everyone still on the ground and you’re still laying there, blood is slowly spreading out
“Um… what’s going on?” Jock asked
Eddie shot head up in surprise. It didn’t work? He thinks. Stand up straight and walk a little around to find the answers why it is not working. Scanning everywhere, candles, five people, the same black magic, pentagram mark and virgin lady. Why is it not working? It’s works last year
“I don’t understand” metalhead slightly shaking his head, trying to think over and over again. It’s doesn’t make any sense
Jason stared into the distance, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He doesn’t have time to play the freak game and doesn’t have all day to think Eddie is playing a joke, well expect you, not a joke.
“Well? Listen freak, I don’t have all day but I need to talk to him or your life can be worse.” He warned
“Yeah yeah yeah whatever. What else is news? I just don’t understand how it's not working…” as he kneels down to look at you, wondering maybe you’re not a virgin, maybe that explains why it’s not working. “…maybe it’s her. I think she doesn’t have v-card”
“What?! Are you fucking kidding me?!” Blondie boomed
“I wish. Now will you cal-“
Everything went fast as you grab Eddie's knife from his hand and stab his chest. He gasps, widen eyes, staring at your bloody face
Jason runs backward and knocks down after he hit by the treasure box. He doesn’t understand how you are alive! Eddie stabbed you 20 times and you are alive like you’re not even in pain. He still can see the holes from your chest but notice that they are healing, like a fucking vampire healer
You devious smirk, teeth cover red and blood all over your lips, chin and few splash over your eyes. Bloody finger tracing his beautiful chin and lips to leave the mark. “That really hurt, Munson.”
Brown eyes full of tears and full of horror, trying to breathe after you twisted the knife to make him feel scream in pain, choking as blood came out of his mouth but then he started laughing
Jason eyebrows scrunch up together in confusion. Why the fuck is he laughing while the knife is in his chest, possibly right at his heart. Continue crawling backward and his back against the wall.
Eddie is still laughing but can feel the pain of the knife still in his heart “oh I’m sorry, sweetie, I really didn’t mean to. But did I do good? Better than last year?” a dimpled grin spreading over his features and warming you from the inside out.
You push his bangs back, you leave little blood on his forehead. Push yourself to his lips and you groan against his mouth, resting your hand on his cheek as his hands squeeze your naked thighs. Fuck, his kiss are amazing and feel like your lips on fire, following his lead, allowing him access when his tongue runs across your lips. You both can taste their bloods mix together, he groans, pulling you even closer, falling into his chest as he kisses you harder, his tongue fighting with yours.
You pull back “You did so good. Way better than last year” finally pull the knife out as he yelp in pain
Blondie feels like he’s going insane, doesn’t understand anything! You’re alive and Eddie was stabbed and you kissed him! He stand up and yell “what the fuck is going on?! How the fuck are you alive?!” As blue eyes on you but bounce on Eddie's chest, it’s healing too. Oh my god, he is the devil.
You both laugh more like evil wicked laughing as both stand up and walk toward blondie. Let’s show him who we really are
Jason wide eyes as watching you both bodies changing, same with other people as they take their masks off. He sees Gareth, Jeff, Steve, Nancy and Billy.
Everyone’s eyes are entirely black. No trace of the dark colours that they have and the white that should be there. The skin is changed to dark red and their nails grow longer, the black fingers. The horns started growing out of their forehead, 3 inches long black horns and- holy shit, everyone has the devil tails.
Everyone are fucking satanic and they all are laughing at him like he was stupid boy for didn’t see that coming
Jock listening to them chatting with Latin again but the words sound different
Kematin kanit kukeiri ve-hikani yazaf!
Jason hears the cracking and feels a little shaking under his feet as look down at the ground is cracking slowly open and red glows are showing. He can feel his heart pounding like a crazy, trying to look for an exit. Just about on move but as the skinny, slimy arms with long claws fingers pop out and grab his ankle
Screaming in horror as hitting the demogorgons hands to try getting off his legs but more demos keep coming out and keep grabbing his arms, jacket. He had no idea what was really happening here. Are you really sending him to the hell or possibly worst than hell?
Now demogorgons just about reach jock shoulders, pull him down, Jason face changes into skeleton and scream fade.
Open floor is completely shut.
“Well… that was bummer” Gareth chastised
“I can’t believe you picked the wrong one.” Billy snarled, clenching his fists. Steve grab his hand to let it loose before hurting himself. Billy smile at him and kiss his knuckle to let him know that he is okay
“Don’t worry guys. I have a feeling that we’ll find the perfect one next year.”
“Well, how the hell do you know? Mmm?” Nancy crossing her arms, tapping her fingers
“I just know. Be patient” you said, smirk
It has been 665 years till we find the person who can take over the Upside Down. They lost their king of Darkness since the demon slayer, that little fucker slayer who killed the wonderful satanic and he was gone. It was your and Eddie's jobs to find the new dark wizard.
An undead creature of great power.
A spell caster.
Jason was not one of them because he fucking weak
So you have a good feeling that they are going to show up next year.
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Almost one year later
It’s beautiful normally at noon during fall season, cold but not too cold, almost between cold and warm, just perfect temperature.
Everyone is sitting on the bench, eating their lunch and chatting about what they’re going to dress up for Halloween but as they know they are not going to be dressed up.
Billy is sitting beside Steve, his head on his shoulder, talking about what they should do for the next date. Billy hates dating but only loves his boyfriend, Stevie. They been together for 264 years, madly in love
Nancy is not sitting with you guys but beside her boyfriend, Jonathan and best friend, Robin. They can’t stop laughing at Robin who won’t stop chatting about her life and new girlfriend Vicki. Jonathan does know that Nancy is a demon and crazy love for her
Gareth, Jeff and Frank are sitting in front of Eddie’s back, you and him are sitting top of the table. Your head laying on Eddie's thighs as his fingers massage through your hair while you’re talking about a new horror movie and the next game of DND.
Eddie sure loves you, he has been loving you for more than a thousand years. He just loves you for being who you are and you do love him too, for being himself too.
You got distracted by Jeff voice
“Oh look, we got new teacher”
Eddie and you glance at the new teacher. He looks really cute with white long sleeve two lose button shirt with black vest and grey pants. Dark blonde and round glasses and possibly in his 40’s, his fine age.
You gasp as sit up. You have a crazy feeling about him.
“It’s him.”
Eddie turns to look at you, scanning your face, your eyes are full of bright and big grinning. He knows that you are right because you are never wrong, not even once. He tells you to go get him and you take off toward him.
You have no idea why you are so nervous about this but this guy, it’s what you've been looking for almost 666 years and he’s right here and he’s perfect.
“Hi”
Blue eyes with round glasses on you, “oh, hello. Is there something I can help you with?”
My god, his voice, it’s the most beautiful voice you have ever heard. “I really hope you can help me but let me introduce myself.” You told him your full name as raise your hand up to offer him a handshake
He takes your hand and shakes. “I’m Adam Dean”
You smirk as you know it “No it’s not”
The man's eyes widening, heavy breathing and clenched hands make your hand feel pain but you can’t feel it. You must comfort him before he starts to freak out.
“Don’t worry. Your secret is always safe with me. Let’s try again. What’s your name, handsome?”
He took a breath calmly, he already trusted you because of your eyes. They seem to really know about him, his life. So there’s no way to escape this since you know him. So he said the name
“I’m Henry Creel”
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a/n: oh yeah I do want mention that we have demon!reader, demon!eddie, both are way over thousands years old, not 18/20. I wasn't going to put that at the top or you won’t see that coming, the plot twist would have been revealed waaaay too damn early.
I know nothing about black magic or “spell” or idk which words I’m looking for, google is not really helping, so I’m making them up. (Me: disappointed)
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Maneater | Billy Hargrove x demon!reader NSFW (18+ ONLY)
There’s a new girl in town…and she’s got a killer beauty routine.
AKA Billy x Jennifer’s Body style reader
Requests and commissions are open! 
@smenny @infinitelyforgotten @littlewinter1917 @djiafjaidjcj
Warnings: violence, cannibalism (sorta? Reader is a demon so technically not?) eating people lol, sexual talk, flirtin, smut
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(I tried really hard to find a cropped version of this gif but I couldn’t 😩)
You always felt your best after a good night’s beauty sleep, your usual skincare routine, and devouring a boy or two. Sure, it was a little unorthodox, and it was the result of a virgin sacrifice gone wrong (seriously, how did those creepy band dudes think you were a virgin? Ouch), but it was your thing now, and you were totally owning it.
The best part? You wouldn’t have any problems finding fresh meat in your new home of Hawkins, Indiana, because you knew that no matter where you went, there were always going to be stupid, horny boys just begging for you to play around in their chest cavities. You could go just about anywhere and still be able to do your thing, and even though you were in the middle of buttfuck nowhere Indiana, you were excited to check out the locals. Maybe size them up.
Look for someone yummy.
It was a gorgeous spring morning, and you felt amazing. You felt like you could do anything, and you could—when you were full and happy, you were way more powerful than a normal human. Those shitty band guys may have been total idiots, but at least you got some cool new powers out of their silly little ritual. On the outside, you looked gorgeous, with clear, practically glowing skin, a charming smile, and bright eyes…but on the inside, you were a monster straight from hell.
And that didn’t bother you one bit.
Hawkins High was a small school. The parking lot wasn’t even paved. The junior high was right across the driveway. Despite the…quaintness of it all, however, everyone milling around by their cars looked like they all thought they were hot shit. There were groups of girls standing around, snapping their gum and twirling their hair as they gossiped. There were guys in letterman jackets, shoving each other around for fun. There was one boy with impressively nice hair, and one who screamed metal head trailer trash.
Some of them looked like their families had money. Some looked like they were from the wrong side of the tracks. Some were nerds, some were band geeks, some were desperately trying to fit in with the popular clique…they were all equal in your eyes, no matter how different they seemed. They were all fresh meat, and they probably all tasted just fine.
“Who the hell is that?” Carol asked, shoving Tommy aside to get a better look.
Her boyfriend stumbled slightly, irritated that she had cut him off just as he was finally getting handsy with her for the first time in two weeks. “Who?”
“Look, idiot,” Carol snapped.
She grabbed him by the jacket and forced him to turn. When he did, he saw that she was looking at someone he didn’t recognize—
Someone hot.
Someone real hot.
“Goddamn,” he breathed, his eyes glued to you as you sauntered through the lot. “Hargrove. Hey.”
Billy wasn’t listened. Instead, he was leaning against his Camaro as he lit a cigarette and tried to pretend that his ribs weren’t bruised. When Tommy grabbed at his shirt, he immediately stiffened and sneered, straightening up and catching the other boy’s arm.
“The hell is your problem?” He growled.
“Check out the new girl.”
Billy’s grip loosened slightly, teeth clenching around his cigarette as his eyes left Tommy. He found you way more interesting to focus on, anyways, and he was immediately interested.
He grinned, clapping Tommy’s shoulder as he straightened up and moved in your direction.
“Where’re you goin?” Tommy called after him.
“To give our new compatriot a friendly, Hawkins welcome,” Billy replied, a wild look in his eyes as he followed you through the front doors.
You stopped by the office for your schedule and locker number, playing nice and dumb with the secretary. You laughed whenever she did, you said thank you when you took your papers from her, and you gave her a charming smile that you knew would win anybody over. If she was any indicator, Hawkins would be even easier to settle into than you thought.
When you stepped out the door, you nearly ran face first into someone.
Someone who smelled delicious.
“Oh, sorry,” you immediately turned on the charm as your eyes traveled up his broad chest. When they settled on his face, you were surprised to see that he was absolutely gorgeous…and something in his gaze sent a little shiver up your spine.
“No need to apologize, sweetheart,” he smirked. “Name’s Billy.”
You could tell he was checking you out. Boys always did, especially when you were feeling well fed and full of yourself. There was some sort of magnetic pull that drew them in, like the sweet smell of a carnivorous plant beckoning insects forward. Billy definitely wasn’t an insect…but he might make a nice meal nonetheless.
You bit your lower lip and batted your lashes at him. “Wanna show me around, Billy? I don’t know where my new locker is…”
Billy wanted to laugh.
Did you think he was stupid? He knew his way around flirting. He was the king of playing nice to get what he wanted, whether it be slipping into someone’s pants or getting information. Billy could tell that you were pretending to be sugary and sweet with him…but what were you hiding underneath this practically otherworldly exterior?
You were a lot more interesting than he had originally thought, apparently. 
“Yeah, I’ll show you around, sweetheart.” He winked.
“Thank you, handsome,” you said, your voice dripping with honey.
It was obvious that he wanted to get in your pants. You knew boys well enough to know that much. He was being sweet and charming to get what he wanted, kind of like you did…and you figured that would make him a nice and easy target.
You walked down the hall with him, looking up at his face and studying what you could see. He had a nice, strong jaw, and thick, curly hair cut into a mullet. His eyes were the brightest blue you’d ever seen, and as he watched rest of the student body, you noticed that they were incredibly observant.
Like a hawk looking for fat little rabbits.
“So where’re you from, sweetheart?” He drawled boredly, as if small talk wasn’t his thing at all.
“…a little town called Devil’s Kettle. You probably haven’t heard of it.” You shrugged, determined to show him that small talk absolutely was your thing. “I like Hawkins a lot more.”
Rather than go along with you, Billy rolled his eyes.
He actually rolled his eyes.
At you.
A demon.
You were a little taken aback, to say the least. Your natural, passive charm was enough to keep any human nice and quiet and complacent until it was time to turn it off and enjoy their terror. So why did Billy have such an attitude with you still?
“You don’t have to flatter me. There’s nothing good about this shit hole.” He said. “Well…‘Cept you, of course.”
Your eyes narrowed slightly. Alright, then. This guy had an attitude, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. He still smelled and looked delicious, and you had a few more days to figure him out before you needed to feed again. Ever since that ritual left you this way, you’d found yourself enjoying playing with your food…and Billy was no exception.
“Thank you so much for your help,” you said, laying it on thick as you stopped next to your locker.
Your hand found its way to his chest, a move that always had boys rolling over for you. Billy looked down at it and smirked, an absolutely beautiful sight, before his eyes trailed back up to yours.
Your heart skipped a beat.
“Anytime, princess.” He said, his voice smooth, its timbre sending a rush straight down between your thighs.
And then, he was gone, melting back into the crowded hallway, leaving alone to figure out what the hell just happened.
———————
“What the hell is she doing?” Carol asked haughtily.
Vicky wrinkled her nose. “Walking with Billy to his car.”
Carol let out a disgusted sound and turned away, determined not to show her jealousy. You’d only been in Hawkins for what, one day? Twenty four hours, at most? And Billy Hargrove was already giving you a ride home?
Ridiculous.
Tommy H just smirked. “Nice one, Hargrove!” He called out as he leaned against his car.
Carol glared at him.
You heard his shout and turned to look toward its source. You were still confused about Billy…but that moron looked like he might be a good snack in a day or two.
You gave him a wink, watching as his girlfriend fumed next to him.
“You’ve got nice friends.” You commented as Billy opened the passenger door and waited for you to sit down.
“…yeah. Nice.” He snorted, slamming it closed before walking around to his side and getting in.
“How long have you been in Hawkins?” You asked, studying your nails as the Camaro roared to life.
Okay, so you liked his car. Maybe you could steal it after you ate him…? No, that would be way too obvious in a town like this. Everybody would know you had something to do with his disappearance.
Damn.
“Six months. Somethin’ like that.” He said absentmindedly as he backed out of his space. “Why’s that matter, princess?”
You shrugged. “You don’t look like everybody else here.”
You don’t smell like everybody else here.
He grinned in what might have been triumph. “That’s a fucking relief.”
“You definitely don’t look like a local...” you purred, your fingers gliding up his arm. You gave his bicep a squeeze through his jacket and saw him lick his lips from the corner of your eye, and you knew you were getting somewhere. 
Okay. This was okay. You could totally have some fun with him, shove all those weird feelings aside, and then do your thing and devour his innards like a good little demon. No more second guessing yourself, though. Time to be a big, confident succubus. 
“Can we go somewhere...private, handsome?” you asked, voice dripping with that golden honey as you leaned against him. 
“Your place or mine, sweetheart?” he grinned down at you. 
“...Yours.” you decided. Today was about having fun and celebrating your move. Next time, you’d take him back to your new house and tear him to shreds.
For sure you would. 
For real. 
Never mind how genuinely cute you found him. You were gonna wreck this guy, in more ways than one. 
You could tell that Billy was excited at the prospect of getting laid. You could smell it rolling off of him in waves, and for you, those pheromones were like a drug. They made you feel happy and floaty, your chest buzzing as he squeezed your thigh and put the pedal to the metal. 
“You always drive like this?” you asked, laughing loudly over the sound of the radio and the wind whipping through the open windows. 
Billy glanced over to see you smiling, and he grinned. “You like it, sweetheart?”
“I love it!” you replied without thinking about your cool demon persona for once. 
Billy’s grin just grew wider and he floored it, tearing down the quiet highway towards his place.
His house was small and simple, decorated conservatively in a way that told you his folks weren’t very much fun. He didn’t give you much time to take it all in, though, quickly ushering you down the hall and into his room before you could make yourself at home.
“You in a rush?” you quipped. 
“Can you blame me for being eager?” he smirked as he shut the door. 
No. You really couldn’t.
Being alone in a room with Billy Hargrove felt special. So many girls at Hawkins High would probably kill for the chance to cozy up with him like this, and yet there you were, on your very first day in town, climbing on top of him like you owned his soul. 
Wait...was that an option? Could you do that? It might be a nicer option than eating him at this point, because honestly...you were starting to think you should keep him around for a little longer than originally planned. Like, for real…it took a lot to satisfy a demon like yourself, and somehow, Billy Hargrove was managing to do it.
Maybe it was because in bed, he absolutely dripped sin and sex appeal. His hands? Killer. His dick? Perfect. His mouth?
Godly.
“F-fuck!” You gasped, mouth agape, eyes wide as you gripped his hair and pulled hard.
He grunted against you, looking up from his place between your thighs. Fuck, he was glad you wore a skirt, because the second he got you in his room, he was tossing you down on his bed and diving right in. If he had to fuck around with jeans or some bullshit like that, he’d have been seriously pissed off.
Instead, all he had to do was grab your hips, pull your panties to the side, and let your moans serenade him as he showed you how fucking good he was with his tongue.
Normally, he’d be the one guiding your head right now, not the other way around. He’d be quick and demanding, get his kicks, make you finish with his fingers or something, and then get outta there. That’s what he always did with girls, and it was always fast and fun. Hollow, in a way, but fun. With you, though…with you, he was determined to savor everything, because you tasted delicious in a way he’d never experienced before, and he couldn’t get enough.
“Billy…” you moaned, grinding your hips against his face as you felt yourself getting close again. Perks of being a demon, you guessed…lots and lots of orgasms.
He was lapping it all up like it was ambrosia, eyes trained on you obediently.
He had really, really beautiful eyes, and as you gazed into them, you came again.
“O-okay,” you huffed, thighs shaking as you yanked his head back. “That’s enough.”
You felt him resist, trying to get one last taste, but you were stronger than you looked.
And you also had an appetite that needed to be sated.
“Your turn, big boy,” you purred, switching your positions.
Billy was more than happy to recline and watch as you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. As much as he wanted you to sit on his face for a few hours, he was eager to find out if the rest of you was just as sweet.
You were just happy to see that his dick matched the rest of him.
There was no point in trying to hide your glee as you freed him from the confines of his tight jeans, and you immediately wrapped a hand around his shaft and your lips around his head. He shuddered at the feeling of your mouth on him, a hand coming to rest on the back of your head as he made a move to guide you. You didn’t need him to, but you let him pretend he had some semblance of control as you bobbed up and down, and honestly? It was pretty cute that he thought he was in charge.
His cock slipped deeper into your throat, until your nose was brushing his pelvis. You were surrounded by his scent, that natural, musky smell and—cologne? Did he put cologne down there? Yeah, that was kinda cute—and it made you hungrier.
When you leaned back, he tried to follow you, searching for that warmth again…but when you pushed him down against his own mattress and sank down onto his cock, his eyes widened.
“No rubber?” He asked.
You just smiled and leaned down, hands on his chest as you licked the side of his face. “Don’t worry about it, baby.”
Fuck, you were perfect.
And you were weirdly warm.
“Fuck, baby…” he groaned, hands squeezing your ass as you rode him.
You felt fucking perfect, and he knew he was gonna have to come back for seconds, something he almost never did in Hawkins.
Because Billy Hargrove was hooked on you…and when you watched his face as he came, you realized you were a little hooked on him, too.
Shit.
He was too cute to eat.
“So.” He said as you rolled to the side, catching your breath. “What’s your deal?”
“My deal?” You asked, eyes flicking toward him.
He lit a cigarette. “There’s somethin’ up with you, babe. Knew it from the second we talked this morning.”
You floundered, staring at him. What did he mean? Guys never guessed that you were anything other than hot. Nobody had ever suspected that there was something supernatural about you, not even your best friends back in Devil’s Kettle.
“I don’t normally do this whole…talking thing.” Billy said. “But you’ve got me intrigued, princess. So what’s the deal?”
“I have no idea what you’re—“
“Cut the shit,” he growled, surprising you again with how easily he fought through your natural defenses. “You’re hiding something. I can tell.”
“Did you fuck me just to grill me?” You asked in irritation.
“Nah. That was just a bonus.” He grinned, reaching down to brush his fingers over your swollen clit. When you immediately flinched, he laughed. “You sure are sensitive, babe…”
You rolled your eyes and sat up. “I don’t know why you think something’s up, but I don’t appreciate it, Hargrove.”
He raised his lip in a sneer. “Fine. Don’t tell me. But I’ll figure you out eventually, sweetheart.”
You just narrowed your eyes.
——————
Billy’s suspicions weren’t enough to keep you from hanging around him. You liked the resident bad boy, even though his friends were annoying, and he seemed to enjoy keeping and arm slung around your shoulders in public. For a few days, everything was fine…until you felt yourself starting to fade, and you knew it was time for a snack.
It was easy enough to pick a boy out of the crowd, some senior whose name you didn’t bother to learn. When Billy was busy with sports, you chose your victim and whispered in his ear, leading him out of the building, across the parking lot, and into the woods. He thought he was about to get lucky; after all, rumors had begun flying about how easy you were, after everybody saw Billy Hargrove giving you a ride on your very first day in town. This guy probably thought he was about to get a once in a lifetime opportunity with the hottest girl in town.
“Don’t count on it,” you grinned dangerously before shoving him back against a tree trunk.
You watched his expression change from confusion to horror as your jaw unhinged and your teeth elongated, ready to sink into his flesh and tear him apart. As soon as you made contact, you flew into a frenzy, ripping his rib cage open with your hands and digging in.
Delicious, as always.
As you tore chunks out of his chest cavity, you thought about Billy. You imagined the feeling of his hands on you, squeezing your thighs and your hips…you could picture his face looking down at you, cheeks flushed and lips parted, and those gorgeous blue eyes…
Your fantasy was interrupted by a sudden pain in your torso, and when you looked down, you saw that your victim had managed to shove a huge, sharp tree branch straight through you.
“Ouch.” You said.
You coughed up some blood.
“That’s what I get for being distracted at dinner, huh?”
You heard the boy gasping, desperately clinging to life even with his organs out on display. Well, this wasn’t really how you thought this would go…and shit, it was really starting to hurt.
With one last chomp that finally silenced your victim, you let his body fall to the ground and stumbled back. You were in worse shape than you thought, and your little house out in the woods was pretty fucking far away. You needed somewhere safe to go in the meantime, somewhere you could curl up and wait for your body to heal itself.
By the time you limped up to Billy’s window, night had fallen…but his light was still on, and with any luck, he was alone and free of other girls. You really didn’t have it in you to tear someone else apart, not while you were in this state. You shuffled up to the window sill, gripping it with bloody hands and thumping against it weakly.
Billy immediately stiffened.
He was fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He had been considering jerking off to the thought of you before bed, but now, the sound of something outside had him on high alert. He’d already been stressed thanks to his father yelling at the dinner table earlier, and the last thing he needed was some weird bullshit to deal with.
Unfortunately, when he opened his window, that’s exactly what he got.
“What--the fuck--” he stammered, eyes wide as you tumbled in and landed in a bloody heap on his floor. 
“H-hey,” you panted, chest heaving with effort as you pulled yourself into a more comfortable position. 
Billy just stared. 
“I--I know this looks crazy,” you said, grunting in pain when you managed to sit up against his bed. “I just need to rest here--”
“What are you?” he interrupted. 
“I don’t know what you--”
“I told you to cut the shit the other day.” he growled. “Now I really fucking mean it, princess.”
You looked up at him, still breathing hard. “...You have to swear not to freak out.”
“Try me.”
“So...back in Devil’s Kettle, there’s this weird waterfall. Some guys offered me up to Satan on a platter, I guess, and then tossed me down...only their ritual didn’t work. And now I’m...like this.” you gestured to yourself. 
Billy was taking things surprisingly well. “Like what?”
“Like...a demon.”
You watched his face closely, waiting for the inevitable. Waiting for the panic. 
It didn’t come, though. Honestly, Billy didn’t even know why he wasn’t totally losing it, especially given the state you were in--covered in blood, a huge wound in the middle of your stomach--but as he sat down across from you, he barely felt anxious. 
“So...what’s with the blood?” he asked, reaching for a smoke. 
“...Okay, now you really can’t freak out.”
“Fine, sweetheart.”
“I just...had dinner, and dinner...fought back.”
He raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t press further...so you spared him the details, lest he end up having a weaker stomach than he pretended to. “I just need a couple hours to heal and then I’ll be gone. Swear.”
“Neil and Susan are still gone. Max is in bed.” he said as he calmly lit a cigarette. “Go shower before you get that shit all over my stuff.”
You blinked. “You’re really not...weirded out by all this?”
“I told you I knew something was up with you.” he smirked. “Didn’t know it was this weird, but I still fucking knew.”
You let out a breathy little laugh at that and tried to stand. When your knees buckled, Billy caught you with one arm, choosing to haul you to the bathroom himself. And then, he joined you, because even though it was probably the strangest situation he’d ever been in, you were still you, and you were still hot, an even if you were a demon, you were kinda his demon now...and he wasn’t gonna pass up the chance to shower with you.
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blood sucker | prologue
steve harrington x vampire/demon!m!reader x eddie munson
a/n: im obsessed w them so enjoy
t/w: stalker-ish behavior from reader
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Hawkins, Indiana was boring.
Everything about the town seemed lackluster. From the high school, to the shops, to the very residents. On the surface, it looked like nothing more than a rural, middle-of-nowhere, hick town.
But what brought you there, was the pull from the upside down.
The upside down wasn’t new. Far from it. But human access to it was new. And somehow, this nowhere town had managed to figure it out.
You’d watched the residents from a distance, paying close attention to Eleven, an escaped experiment with notable powers.
The monster they’d chosen to call the demogorgon, chasing down and hunting the residents of the town. Only to fall when faced with some middle aged parents, a bunch of kids, and their babysitters.
It was admirable, really.
Of course, one of them had made the idiotic choice of keeping a baby demogorgon, but they figured that out quickly.
No, what truly fascinated you, was when Vecna began to sink his claws into them. Well, at least that was the name they knew him by. You weren’t a big fan of his, though you supposed in some ways you were similar.
You weren’t sure what name the small group of kids would chose for you. Maybe demon? Wendigo? You weren’t even sure there was a term for you.
But one they’d most certainly agree on would be “Monster”. Not that you could blame them either.
Frankly, you didn’t care what a bunch of kid mortals had to say about you. You’d eaten tougher people than them for breakfast. Well… actually… they were fairly tough.
The only person you wanted to hear the opinion of was Steve Harrington.
He was well respected within his school. Though it was originally for being a complete asshole, he’d shifted over the last months. He was more compassionate now, taking on a role he didn’t really want, but had come to love.
You’d watched him fight off monsters for them, step into danger, and (attempt to) beat the shit out of Billy Hargrove for them.
Originally, you thought you’d only care about Steve. You’d shown up to him, appearing as a random classmate at parties, making idle chatter and trying your hand at subtly flirting. Considering the mortal view on same sex relationships, you didn’t think he caught your hints. But you were fine just keeping an eye out for him.
You were sure Steven was the only mortal you’d ever remotely care about.
And then Eddie came along.
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What about virgin!reader with fallen angel!chuuya??
Maybe he falls for her/them because it reminds him of his past life,his lost purity.
Maybe they fall for him because even though he’s scaly and tailed and horned,they still see the good in him?(or you know because they think he’s hot as fuck and would NOT mind is he just y’know)
And maybe he helps them explore their sexuality and what they’re comfortable with?and maybe maybe what started off as his first official mission to corrupt a pure soul turns into something way deeper and personal? And they’re genuinely in love but dont know how to be together?
Imagine demonzai thinking he could just insert himself into their ‘relationship’ to make it the corruption process go faster (because he genuinely and wholeheartedly believes this entire thing chuuyas got goin on is a ruse) and being caught off guard when chuuya refuses to let dazai anywhere near them???
Fallen angel!chuuya who falls for the mortal he was supposed to corrupt and has now unleashed a very petty,very goal-driven dazai loose to fuck shit up???
I have no idea if this makes sense but i had a thought😭
Also i hope youre havin a Great day and please stay safe and hydrate!
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Aaaaa that's so damn cute!! Chuuya who ends up falling in love yes please. Thinking when he finally gets his claws on reader it's going to be hot, messy sex to ruin and corrupt them for good, really drive home that they're not returning to heaven. But then he goes ass over teakettle and it ends up being so sweet and romantic, teaching reader about their body and how to move, how to feel good in this new, unfamiliar way.
And yes ofc how can we forget Dazai who's fuming in the corner because he signed up for rough sex not this disgustingly cute romance!!! My man got tricked into a soap opera!!! He'd try to intervene yeah, to push Chuuya a little so he gets desperate, but Chuuya tells him to back off because you're his.
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