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The Old Spark

Monster Pairing: Agoris (NB!Demon) x Male!Reader Rolled Story Picks: Demon, Fake Dating, Castle/Dungeon Words: 5k Notes: Mention of blood, sfw, fluff. I had alot of fun with this and might even continue it later. Let me know what you think.

The stone walls were always chilly at night. The mountaintop Keep rewarded its inhabitants with a constant howling wind that stirred through every crack of the walls. The cool air made your wrists ache and your fingers held a cold touch. It was meant to be summer. But the season seemed to disappear the moment the sun dipped behind the towering peaks. You sighed and slid your glasses from the bridge of your nose to drop them on the piles of paperwork before you. Your eyes were heavy and there was a dull discomfort behind them. You sighed. It was late. But you needed to finish these documents before tomorrow’s ceremonies. You would have no time for desk jobs while the King held his Summer Eclipse Feast. You were already dreading mingling with the numerous snobby nobles and their entitled brats for three days. You didn’t want to come back to another hillside of work because you were too tired.

Another sigh fell from your lips and you allowed yourself the luxury to stretch a little. Your body popped and cracked. You weren’t even that old…why did it feel like you were starting to gray? Pushing aside that thought, you slid your glasses back in front of your eyes and picked up the quill. But before the tip touched paper, you stalled. A warmth settled over your shoulders and seemed to float around the room. The candles on your desk flickered like a breeze had just touched them. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck tingle and you leaned back in your chair. Setting down the quill to clasp your hands on your lap, as if casually lounging.

“I’m not in the mood to play, Agoris. What do you want?” You asked the dimly lit room. And the answer echoed from the shadows. A scoff like chuckle that seemed to come from every corner of the room, but also somewhere in front of you.

“Are we getting too old to play games, (y/n)?” A masculine voice asked. The shadows around you moved and shifted. Like a flock of birds taking flight and maneuvering in different shapes and twists. Coming to rest on the other side of your desk. Forming a dark silhouette with bright purple eyes that pierced through the darkness like two violet lanterns. “It’s been a while. You’re looking…worn.”

You ignored their comments and gestured with your hand for them to sit. The figure flopped into the chair with reckless gracefulness. And the shadows scattered like a swarm of bugs to reveal their master. Their skin was the color of deep amethyst with veins of onyx running over their body. Their hair was long this time, but small braids with tiny crystals slipped out of the silky ink strands. Their gaze was human, much to your comfort than their preference of appearance, but carried that unsettling purple hue to the iris. Neatly filed claws tapped the arms of their chair as the Demon looked you over. A casual smirk stretching across their lips. “You’re looking good, though. The life of the King’s right hand man is treating you very well.”

You leaned forward. Allowing some of your distrust to show in your eyes. You rested your elbow on the desk and scratched your beard with your cold fingers. Looking them over just as they did you.

“You look different.” You said with a gruff tone. Which caused Agoris to smile. “Whose body are you riding around in now?” The Demon lifted their arms and inspected them, like they were just figuring out they had limbs.

“Some farmer a few towns over. Got crushed by his own bull.” Agoris plucked some imaginary lint from the clean commoners clothing he wore. Flaying out his fingers in a gesture for you to look at him. “I didn’t kill anyone. And I waited for him to be buried. Blah, blah, his family doesn’t know a Demon took over the body. All for you, sweetling.” That smirk was all too familiar to you. Once, you found it charming. Almost flirtatious. But now, on the verge of exhaustion and the forming headache behind your eyes, you found it irritating.

“What do you want?” You had a few guesses. But it had been years since you had heard from Agoris. The playfulness fell from the Demon’s lips at your tone. But they chose to ignore it. Taking on a more professional air to them.

“Remember your debt to me?” If Agoris saw the vein that popped in your neck, they chose not to say anything. “I’m here to have it paid. And before you get all kill-joy on me, I don’t need you to harm anyone. I just need an audience with your adoring King.” A cold hand seized your heart and you felt your stomach drop like a boulder in the river. You returned to your slouched position against the chair. Your fingers smoothing down your beard as you stared deep into the Demon’s eyes.

“What do you want with him?” You asked. And Agoris shivered with a smile at this new tone of yours. “Agoris, I cannot let you-”

“You can’t stop me, (y/n).” Agoris cut you off. “I’m coming to you because I don’t want you kicking down my door in a righteous frenzy of sickening loyal anger. There will be no deals with the King. I just want to talk with him.” You bristled under the silent promises Agoris held. Years of dedication to the crown built a protective and loving relationship with the Majesties and their family. You weren’t about to waltz a Demon into their midst for gossip over mead.

“What do you want to talk to them about?” You asked. Holding Agoris’ gaze with a steady, unyielding challenge behind your eyes. “I have conditions-”

“(y/n)...” Agoris said your name with a gentleness that made your chest quiver. You clenched your fist under the desk. Unable to look away from Agoris as they leaned towards you. “I gave you the opportunity to earn your place amongst the royal family. My repayment is the opportunity to be introduced to them as a friend. Not a stranger.”

“That doesn’t ease my suspicions, Agoris.” You all but growled at the Demon. Which seemed to excite the creature more than your rising anger. “I’ve seen your hand in many fallen nobles. In the destruction of armies. I’ve seen your name carved into the armor of legendary warriors. You cannot sit there and tell me that all you want is to be introduced to the King.” You leaned forward across the desk as much as you could without leaving your seat. And Agoris’ smile widened as the two of you were almost nose to nose. “I don’t trust you.”

“I’m heart broken.” A clawed finger settled on the thin wire that held your glasses together, and pushed them back up the bridge of your nose. You hated how familiar that motion felt. And you hated the sensation of comfort it seemed to bring you. “But you won’t be affected by this conversation. I promise.” Their eyes shimmered with a deeper color of purple and you felt that clenching power settling over your mind. Sharper than any headache. Agoris tilted his head, waiting for your response.

Your jaw was clenched and your nails bit into the palm of your hand as your knuckles turned white. Hundreds of scenarios played through your head. Thousands of thoughts and reasons as to why Agoris wanted the King’s attention. But it was all null to the one simple fact: you couldn’t stop Agoris. They could infiltrate the King’s inner circle with ease. They didn’t need you. But with you at their elbow, making the introductions, you could supervise their interactions. Oversee, and possibly find out, what Agoris wanted.

You sighed heavily enough to lift up a corner of a page on your desk. Slumping back into your chair as you waved your hand.

“Fine. I’m guessing you already have a plan as to how you want to be introduced?” You asked.

“Naturally.” Agoris replied. “The Feast is starting tomorrow, and I want you to introduce me during the celebrations. It’ll give me three days to make new friends and show-pony around. All you have to do is introduce me as your partner.” Your eyes flicked up to theirs the moment that word left their lips. Another heavy sigh and another rub against your eyes. But this time it was a full hand grinding into your sockets to soothe the ever growing migraine.

“We’ve been down this road before.” You said. Mostly to yourself. “Agoris, why do you like playing these cards?”

That little smirk was on display again. And you kicked yourself for looking a second too long while Agoris answered. “Because it's adorable. The look of shock on everyone's face when you have a handsome, beautifully dressed person at your hip, is amazing. The attention I get for being the mysterious, brooding, Knight Captain’s partner is intoxicating.” You swallowed a thick ball of tension from your throat as you rolled your eyes. You knew why they did this. Their power stemmed from attention. Deals were a side-hustle that got Agoris into frightfully influential situations. Which then stirred the pot for more people knowing them and talking about them. Making Agoris even more annoying to deal with when you started to climb the ladder in your profession. At some point in your life, they had been everywhere. Their name falling from so many lips that you were sure you were going mad. But then one day, Agoris was gone. Leaving alot of questions and no answers.

“I want one condition added to this repayment.” You offered after a stretch of silence. Agoris licked their lips. Folding their knee over the other and placing their hands on their lap in eager anticipation.

“Do tell.”

“I want the princess to be left alone.” You said. Sitting straight and squaring your shoulders. Giving the posture of authority that you displayed anytime you had to strike down on a ruly soldier or arrogant noble. “She’s been through enough. She doesn’t need your presence darkening her path.”

A softness seemed to settle over Agoris. And they looked up at you through the long, thick eyelashes with a tender curl to their lips.

“I promise, the princess will not be influenced by me.” The pressure passed as those words were spoken. But you didn’t let it go. Even though you’ve known Agoris for a very long time; they were a Demon. And Demon’s twisted things.

“Agoris…” You gave the silent threat without even uttering another word. The Demon raised their hand in surrender.

“The King is who I want. And the princess is too smart to take a deal from a Demon.” You didn’t bite at the underlying jab at your younger self. But you nodded. Inwardly relieved to hear Agoris admit that.

“Fine. I’ll be accompanying the Queen and her daughter to the ceremonies tomorrow morning. Meet us at the gates to the throne room and…I’ll start the introductions there.” Agoris clapped their hands excitedly and the room started to darken as their body began to slip back into their shadow self.

“See you tomorrow, darling.” The candles on your desk flickered almost to nothing. Before bouncing back into their brilliant light as Agoris’ form shattered into the walls. You felt the cool air creep back into the room as you stared at the chair in front of you. You didn’t finish those papers. You went to bed after a long session of wallowing in dread.

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The city was alive with music and cheer. The streets were decorated with thousands upon thousands of flowers and colorful strips of cloth. The usual dirty cobblestone had been cleaned, and now was peppered with yellow sand to brighten up the dull gray walkways. You walked the streets behind your Queen and Princess. They were dressed so beautifully that all who greeted them, stared with adoring awe. Flowers were pinned in their hair and their gowns rustled with the weight of feathers. The Queen wore a sky blue dress that matched her gentle gaze. And her daughter wore a matching, but deeper, blue. Walking arm in arm through the streets. Gushing over the many stalls from the bordering farms and tradesmen. Displaying wondrous fruits and vegetables. The Princess nibbled on baked goods that her loving people offered her. And the Queen was gifted with all sorts of small trinkets and pieces of well crafted clothing. You were ignored. As you liked to be. You were only here to ensure no one tried anything stupid against the two royal women. And the platoon of guards that trailed you, were the poor saps that had to carry the Queen's gifts and the baskets of goods given to the Princess.

“Isn’t this lovely, Sir (y/n)?” The Princess asked as she roped her thin arm under your armored one. “I wish our city looked like this all year round.”

“Oh, that would get quite old, dear.” The Queen replied, taking your other arm in the same fashion. “I do love when the snow passes through. The town looks lovely in winter.”

You agreed with both of them. Keeping your side of the conversation at a minimum as you continued towards the gates of the Keep. Bringing the Queen and Princess’ walk through the city to an end. Finally.

“Why don’t you like the ceremony, (y/n)?” The Princess asked. “Surely you like having a break from training and paperwork.”

“I do.” You replied. Allowing yourself to relax somewhat as you approached the guarded gates of the Keep. The city encircled the castle and trailed down the mountain and its cliffs. A wall surrounded the city at the base of the mountain and midway up the cliffs. But the Keep had its own high wall of marble and rock. And the gates were of thick iron and constantly manned with hundreds of archers and swordsmen. You could let your guard down just a little, since so many eyes would be watching your approach. “But I would rather spend my time elsewhere. Maybe with a good book or riding a horse through the mountain pass.”

“Ugh, that sounds boring.” The Princess said. “But if we hurry now, we can go to the stables and ride off. I really don’t want to meet-”

“Ashley,” Her mother scolded gently. “It is your duty to represent our family at this feast. Many suitors have come for the chance to dance with you. How would you meet your future partner if you’re always out riding?” You were about to make a comment when you caught sight of a clustering crowd by the Keep’s main doors. You suppressed a sigh. Already knowing who was at the center of it. Between the expensive dresses and tailored suits, you locked eyes with a beautifully dressed man. Swathed in purple and gold in an outfit that seemed very out of place compared to everyone around them. Their skin was no longer purple but a dark olive tone and their smile flashed bright white teeth instead of fangs. Agoris called out to you. Waving their hand over the crowd and pushing their way through to you. The people watched them go with disappointment. But watched with growing curiosity as they made their way to you. The women at your sides shared a confused glance, and then looked up at you.

“(y/n), who is that?” The Princess asked. And you grumbled softly. Releasing your wards as Agoris half jogged over to grasp your hand. You didn’t get to greet them right away. For the Demon in human form leaned up on their toes to press a long, sweet kiss to your lips. You found yourself relaxing against it. Your hand rose up to sit on Agoris’ hip. And you grumbled once again as the Demon leaned away.

“Oh my…” The Queen blushed. Her hand was against her lips in an act of surprise. And the Princess’ smile was so wide it looked like it was going to split her face.

“(y/n), who is this?” The Princess demanded in a pitched squeal.

You gave Agoris a hard look. Who smiled up at you in reply before greeting the women. Clinging to your arm as you gestured to them. Allowing them some space to bow to your Royal persons. “Your Majesties, this is my partner, Agoris. Agoris, meet Queen Eliza and Princess Ashley.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the women’s response to your words. They looked so excited and they grasped Agoris’ hands in theirs. All but smothering them with questions and compliments. Adoring their silky gown and lovely braids, gasping at the glittering jewelry that adorned Agoris’ neck and wrists and fingers. Then the Princess turned to you with feigned anger.

“You never said a word about this to me.” She said, and you laughed, bowing your head in a gesture of apology.

“My Lady, I don’t tell you a lot of things.” You said. And Agoris gently slapped a hand over your chest, smiling up at you.

“It was my idea, My Lady.” They said with a sickeningly sweet voice. “I just loved our little bubble too much to share it with the rest of the world. And plus, the secrecy, you know…” The Queen smiled, genuinely laughing at the trailed off sentence.

“I know what you mean, dear. But please, you are welcome here. And it is an honor to meet you.” The Queen squeezed Agoris’ hand one last time before releasing them and excusing herself. She grabbed her daughter's hand and dragged her away when she saw Ashley wasn’t coming with.

“Wait! I have so many questions!” She complained, but let her mother lead her away. Your platoon of men separated at your command. The Royals now safe within the patrolled area of the Keep, their jobs were done. They left with nodded bows to go to their next tasks. Agoris bit his lip. Still holding your hand as they watched your men disperse.

“I do love a man in charge.” Agoris teased. And you shot him a side-long look before guiding them towards the Keep’s doors. Your hand slid to the small of their back as Agoris finally let you reclaim it. It felt as natural as being distrustful of Agoris’ intentions.

“I see you’re already making acquaintances.” You commented as you passed the previous crowd Agoris was mingling amongst. They watched the two of you with gaping mouths and passing whispers. You were going to hear about this for the next two years. “Just keep out of trouble.”

“They really have stuck a pole up your ass, huh,” Agoris sighed. Then their hands started to roam your torso and chest. Pushing you against a marble column. People around you gasped and some chuckled. Watching as Agoris’ hands slid around your biceps with groping fingers to then slip under the material of your shirt and roam over your skin. “Did the position of Knight Captain come with strings too? Do you get scripts to read every morning to sound like an uptight ass?” You caught their wrists in yours. Forcing their fingers away from your body as you clicked your tongue. You hated that you were smiling. How you didn’t feel anger or annoyance at Agoris’ playful antics. You almost enjoyed it.

“Hands off.” You told them. And Agoris mimicked your words with a scrunched up face and a high pitched tone. You released their wrists and smiled. “You’re a child.”

“Is that my Knight Captain…smiling?” A deep booming voice echoed over the crowd. You let your head roll back to stare up at the ceiling with playful irritation. Only looking down as a man in gold armor, with a twisting, elegant crown atop his head, approached you. You bowed at the hip. Agoris did the same. And the King opened his arms to both of you. Silently commanding the two of you to stand. “I didn’t know you could smile, (y/n). Who is this bewitching fellow that managed to squeeze that out of you.”

The fear squeezed at your throat. The ease you felt in your shoulders tightened and you tried hard not to let the dread show on your face.

“My King…this is my partner, Agoris.” You forced the words through your lips. “Agoris, my love, this is King Alrik.”

“Oh, it’s a pleasure and an honor, My King.” Agoris had the expression of awe and moved with a flustered shake to their hands as the King reached forward and shook it. “(Y/n) has told me so much. B-But nothing professional or anything, just that you’re an amazing man-” Agoris babbled on until the King laughed and clapped a hand on their shoulder. Soothing down their star-struck prattle with a warm smile.

“It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Agoris. Please, enjoy the feast and if you need anything, don’t be afraid to order (y/n) around.” The King shot you a wink and pointed an accusing finger at your chest. “We’re going to talk about your little secret, (y/n). Secrecy from your own King? I thought we were friends.” His tone was all light-hearted and you laughed softly. Bowing as the King retreated back into the hall of long tables full of food and drink.

You leaned close to Agoris and pinched the small of their back. “You’re overselling it.”

Agoris scoffed and leaned close enough to touch your chest and whisper their reply. “Are you telling a Demon how to manipulate people?” You sighed and didn’t retort. Letting Agoris drag you to various groups to mingle and be introduced too.

Everyone knew your name. And it wasn’t long before the wheel of gossip had made its rounds through the feast, and even through the staff. Agoris’ sudden appearance, and your even more surprising relationship, sparked a bonfire of interest and curiosity through everyone that attended the Feast. Even when you retreated to the corners of the throne room, people found you, and questioned you about the wonderful strange person you invited.

By the time night fell, you disappeared from the celebrations to the gardens. Where you could finally breathe and focus on stopping your hands from shaking. When you were younger, the thought of royal feasts and banquets were a dream you wished came true. To stand by nobles and kings alike. To drink and eat all you could. But now, they brought a sense of suffocation. The many eyes made your chest tighten and your mind race. The spiral of panic only quickened when the clash of swords and shields started in the entertainment. A play about the King’s battle with a traitorous lord of the south. You leaned against a tree and took a deep breath. The quiet of the night was comforting. The crickets sang to you as you waited out the thundering beat of your heart and kept your lungs bringing air to your body. You violently jumped when a warm hand grazed against yours. Your hand automatically went to your hip, finding the hilt of your sword. But you didn’t unsheath it. Finding yourself staring into Princess Haley’s eyes.

“I-I’m sorry.” She quickly said as you cleared your throat. “I saw you leave the feast and wanted to make sure you’re ok.”

You let yourself breathe for a moment. Finding enough calm to answer her. “I’m meant to be checking in on you. You shouldn’t be out here.”

You let your hand fall from your sword. Standing from the tree to properly posture yourself like a knight. “Your suitors will miss you.”

The girl blushed a deep red and shrugged. “I wanted to make sure my hero wasn’t going to collapse on me.”

You chuckled. Wiping your sweating forehead on the sleeve of your shirt. “The attack isn’t that bad. Go on, now. I’ll join you soon.” You waited for the girl to leave. Having to shoo her some more when she strayed by your side a little longer. She picked up her skirts and started to hurry back. Glancing at you over her shoulder at you before disappearing back into the brightly lit chambers.

“My hero.” Agoris’ voice said from somewhere in the darkness. “You save one Princess and suddenly you’re the hero of the realm. You know how hard it is to get attention when everyone is spitting stories about you?” You didn’t bother looking for them. You leaned against the tree again and rested the back of your head against the smooth bark.

“Must be very annoying.” You grumbled.

“I didn’t know you slew a dragon.” Agoris’ hand slid over your shoulder and down your chest as they materialized beside you. Their flowing silks wrapped tightly around them as they pretended to be cold. “Or fought in the Battle of Crimson Valley. If I had known you were in the front lines I wouldn’t have sent out my creation with such confidence.”

You didn’t feel any surprise at that news. But did find yourself chuckling.

“It fought well.” You said, and Agoris huffed like a stubborn child.

“At least I know why my champion lost now. I was very interested to know what type of Human took down an abomination of dark magic. It couldn’t have been anyone else.” Agoris looked up at you finally. Searching your face as you looked up at the stars. Their hand on your chest felt comforting. Like they were pulling the panic from your body to leave a gentleness in your chest. “This life has taken a massive toll on you.” They said with a tenderness that made you look at them in surprise. “I can feel it. Your Soul…it's not as bright as it used to be.”

You looked down at your chest. Their hand was no longer that smooth dark tone, but now held the hue of their demonic flesh. Their dark claws pricked at your skin. But you didn’t remove it.

“Being a Knight isn’t as glorious as I thought.” You admitted. You raised your hand to place it over Agoris’. “I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’ve seen and learnt so much. But sometimes…I wonder what would have happened if I didn’t sign my name.”

Agoris tilted his head. Like they were watching something interesting on your chest. Then they looked up at you with that purple hue to their gaze. “You were always going to be a Knight, (y/n). I just created the opportunity for you to be the best version of that prophecy.” They withdrew their hand and the olive color returned to their skin. “But with being the best, you have had to face the worst.”

“Are you saying you regret it?” You teased. And Agoris laughed.

“Hell no. The power you alone have given me is incredible. But I would change a few things.” Their hands slid up your chest to wind around the back of your head and tangle in your hair. They pulled you down in a kiss. And you pulled them against you. Feeling the connection between you deepen as his tongue intruded yours.

I would have stayed. The image of your sleeping figure, entwined with the sheets of your bed, hair a mess and your mouth opened slightly with a soft snore, flashed through your mind. I would have stayed with you. Like I should have.

Another image invaded your mind. Of your Knighting ceremony. Your perspective was amongst the crowd, near the back. And you watched yourself bow before the King and his sword touched each of your shoulders. Your voice was louder than anyone else as you stood and accepted the sword from the King.

I would have kept you safe. Protected you when no one else could have. The image of your bleeding body overtook the last image. Your arm was outstretched, keeping the Princess behind you as your foes advanced towards you. The deep wound in your side was flooding the floor with crimson. But you stood tall and unwavering. Your sword clashing against your enemies until they fell. You hugged the Princess close and retreated from the room. Your perspective changed to watch you being laid on a bed. Bandaged and in agony. But a sense of relief was filling you as you joked with the other knight that helped you lie down.

You pulled away when the images started to hurt. The intrusive power grew with need as you watched many moments of your life from outside your own eyes. You held Agoris’ face in your hands. Searching his eyes for some sort of trick. A lie. A hidden truth. Anything, that would give away that they was using you. But you found only sadness. Guilt. And Agoris clung to you as if you were a lifeline.

“I want to stay.” They whispered to you. “Will you let me stay?”

You pressed your forehead to theirs. Pulling them as close as you could without crushing them between your arms. “I’ve waited for you for so long.” You growled between your teeth. “I thought I was stupid for thinking you wanted anything but my debt. Promise me, you really mean what you’re saying.”

Agoris’ eyes shone with a violet hue. Their pupils slitting like a cat’s until they were nothing but a sliver of black amongst the purple. “I promise.”

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ozzgin · 3 months

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Omg bro yk whats been on my mind for do long?? A demon king trying to court a hero reader. Like the hero has already fought and defeated the king but somehow he comes back and he's desperately trying to get the hero to join him (in more ways than one). He wants the reader to be his spouse and leader of his army against the corrupt human race and the reader (now fallen from stardom due to the evil kings defeat) just wants him gone and to be left alone. Idk if this makes sense but I need to see SOMEONE write abt it before I lose my last marble.

-Doll

This is giving me Dragon Quest vibes, haha. Not a trope I'm too familiar with, but it sounds interesting nonetheless. I shall do my best! Sorry for the delay, I hope it's close to what you imagined. :)

Yandere! Demon King x Hero! Reader

As it goes with villains, they always find a way to return. This time, the Demon King has a different plan in mind. You were prepared for anything, from evil schemes to ancient conjured weapons...except for a wedding ring cordially placed before you. Do you say yes?

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, 🔥proposal (literally)

[Part 2]

You still remember everything so fondly. How you crawled out of that enormous crater, body battered and weak, as everyone watched in horror and held their breaths. Finally, you raised your fist victoriously. The Demon King had been, at last, defeated. The people cheered and cried and pulled you up under thundering waves of applause. Peace was no longer just a dream.

A sweet, innocent memory, even more so given its fleeting nature. The genuine smiles of gratitude quickly turned into crooked grins asking for favors. Before you knew it, you became some sort of political accessory to convince the masses. Posing for photos, shaking hands, being interviewed with bizarrely planned questions reeking of propaganda. You suddenly felt burdened, heavy, disappointed. This was not the kind of fame you envisioned for yourself.

Thus, you gradually vanished from the limelight, keeping your distance from everyone else and spending most days in solitude. Better than having to look into those unscrupulous, opportunistic eyes measuring up your worth. You had fulfilled your job and purpose.

This morning you're woken up by the sound of your belongings rattling in their shelves. The wooden frame of your bed is creaking, and you struggle to get up. An earthquake? A wave of nausea flushes over you. You recognize this feeling all too well, though you never expected to deal with it again. This is a disaster alright, yet the forces of nature have nothing to do with it.

You rush outside, swinging the door open and nearly tripping in your hurry to confirm your suspicions: the demonic creature is approaching your humble adobe with heavy steps, as the ground crumbles and shatters underneath. The Demon King himself, in flesh and blood. Although the blood splattering his armor is most likely not his. Same for the visceral remains threading his weapon. Regardless, your jaw tightens nervously, and you stand back, in a defensive pose. "You're a stubborn one", you say smugly, trying to maintain your composure. "Can't say I'm a fan of dying, that is correct." A ragged, monstrous voice erupts from the tall, armored figure.

"What brings you back?" You demand. The surroundings are too peaceful for him to have tampered with the city. Did he stop by to formally announce his destruction? "I have an offer that might interest you." The Dark Overlord has closed the distance between you, now looming above your much smaller body. You shiver. "I don't barter with Demons!" You conclude, turning around, prepared to leave. "Even when your precious people are on the line?" The horned beast warns with a grin. "If there's nothing better to do as a Ruler of Realms than killing petty humans..." You swiftly retort, going back into your house and slamming the door shut.

He stands for a moment, speechless. "Y-your Majesty? Should I take care of the humans, or (Y/N)?" Only now he notices his scaly butler, bowing to his side with claws resting over the weapon. The Demon King raises a hand, shooing the servant away. The annihilation of the human race can wait. There are more important matters to deal with presently. He'd expected your rejection, naturally, but not in such fashion. The indifference, the flat voice, the empty eyes devoid of emotion. Have the city dwellers tampered with his hero? He expected to see your fierce rage and in return he was met with a hollow shell.

Bright blue flames erupt from the openings of his armor, resulting in a menacing show of lights. He's known it for the longest time, of course. Humans are rotten to their very core. Vile, deceitful creatures that have slithered their way up, exuding undeserved arrogance. He's been trying to show you this very fact, yet you were blinded by naive faith. Your unwavering, honest heart that won him over has turned out to be your early demise. Not anymore. His vengefulness knows no bounds when it comes to traitors.

The sudden spike in temperature alerts you. Was it your rudeness that angered the Demon? You don't care anymore. Whatever happens to the city is out of your hands. And yet...you're buckling the straps of your old suit made for battle. Sword in hand, you gaze at your reflection. What could the Beast want? The fortified city no longer holds the value of its olden days. Just like you've left your hero days behind. Without much contemplation, you run out and head for the main gates. The path is paved with ash and rubble and your grip on the weapon tightens. Regret immediately wells up in your chest, ready to burst out. Is it too late? The entrance is engulfed in fire, charred corpses toppling against the ruins of the walls.

You reach the town hall - or rather, what remains of it - and face the Demon King. Has he gotten stronger since your last encounter? You hold your breath as the horned monster turns towards you. "I've tried to tell you, again and again. Time after time." He sighs, defeated. "Between the two of us, I'd say you were the stubborn one all along." His voice is softer than what you would've expected from someone that had just massacred an entire settlement. There's not a single scratch or sign of struggle. Was he merely holding back during your last fight? One thing is certain: you're his final obstacle. You raise your sword, determined. Hot sweat trickles down your face as the flames surround you. "Well, at least you've convinced yourself now, I hope. There's nothing left for you here." The Demon King lowers himself, extending a fist towards you. A spell? Secret weapon? Your leg muscles contract in anticipation.

His fingers open and stretch out, slowly. In his palm, a barely noticeable ring. Given the ridiculous size difference, you assume this is better fitting for a human. You stare at it in confusion, discerning the wedding vows carved in the noble metal. "What's the meaning of this?" You mutter, glancing at the Beast now resting on one knee before you. "What? Is it not your human custom?" He looks away for a moment, clicking his tongue. "That useless butler. He told me- Forget it! You are to return with me to my Kingdom. As my spouse."

Of all the things you've prepared yourself for...Your brows furrow and your mouth hangs open in shock.

What is your answer? The Demon King will not leave empty-handed.

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yandere-romanticaa · 4 months

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Something that I noticed is just how touchy Alastor is, despite the fact that he himself does not like it when other invade his perosnal space.

But when it comes to you, nothing is off the table.

You do not understand what the Radio Demon sees in you. You joined Charlie in her quest out of the pure desire to help out a friend and maybe, just maybe, make things right. You were in Hell for a reason and Charlie had a just cause - there was no reason for Heaven to turn down her proposal.

And Alastor did say that the only reason he was even bothering with you plebs was because of his own sheer boredom. And in no time, you became his abolute favorite plaything.

He was a strange mix of both polite and condescending, understanding but cruel. He always made a show out of messing with you - be it some snarky comment, a lingering touch which lasted for too long for comfort. He never touched you inappropriately, no, but his mere presence made you feel week in the knees. Whenever he would whisper wild horrors in your ears, it always set you on edge.

This demon could tear you down at any given moment. He could kill you, obliterate your pathetic little soul. You were weak and powerless. That was one of the many reasons why Alastor liked you so damn much.

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nomercyanywhere · 5 months

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forced impregnation by tengen

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whos so fixated by the fact that your waist is so tiny, even with just one hand, he can hold you down and you'd struggle getting up.

he pants at the sight of your tight hole clenching around his fat cock. your small, delicate figure beneath him, just asking to get bred over and over, give him a child or two. he wrappes both of his big strong arms around you and held you close while he pounded you into the tatami mat. not caring whether you dirty his expensive hakama or not. he wants you full and round by the end of the night. knows it's not possible but will fuck you full till you look like your five months pregnant.

uzui who's been so sexually frustrated when his wives couldn't take his dick, but when he met you, he knew he had to make you his. his only husband.

who continues to ram his dick into your poor cunt night after night because he wants to make sure you get pregnant and give him at least five kits. "fuck.. forgive me, but i can't stop... feels too fucking good~" both his hands holding the back of your knees, spreading your pretty legs for him. he can't stop, your walls just hug him so tightly, and even if he tries to pull out, he uses it as an excuse to stay inside you since 'you won't let go of him'

he obsesses over the fact that a few months from now, he'll be getting healthy babies. who's excited to see your curves all chubby and squishy, your tits full and sensitive.

"is the baby kicking?" "you need to sit down so the baby won't get stressed" "is my little one hungry?", he talks to your bump as if the embryo still forming is able to hear him, he never leaves your side and deals with any trouble that gets in the way. he doesn't care if it's only been five months, all he knows is that he's getting a child soon and it's going to look as beautiful as you.

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a/n: a little self gift for your dearest author, ik it's still christmas eve but celebrating early won't hurt. plus i miss him

#demon slayer #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x male reader #tengen uzui #tengen uzui smut #tengen uzui x reader #ftm reader #m! reader #male reader #nomercyanywhereliterature

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obsessivevoidkitten · 6 months

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Hellbound Angel

Male Yandere Demon x Male Angel Reader (CW: Noncon, drugged reader, drugged sex, drug-like cum, drug-like saliva, big ol' horse cock, literally equine dick, belly bulge, armpit kink, scent kink, musk, underwear sniffing, kidnapping, general yandere behavior, temporarily mind-broken reader, religious themes, dehydration, forced feminization, reader has minor injuries not inflicted by yandere) Word Count: 2.2k

In the never-ending war against the legions of Hell, the middle ground where most of the fighting was done was on Earth. However, the heavenly forces sometimes deemed an incursion into Hell necessary.

You had been sent on a mission to scout ahead and take note of the coming forces.

Angels were stronger than most demons. Even so, almost your entire squad had been wiped out in a bloody ambush. The other survivors had used the one holy recall scroll to teleport themselves back to heaven.

Each squad sent into Hell is given one and only one. They probably thought you were dead already when they left still with demons in pursuit. They had to act quickly. You didn't blame them. Without it, you were trapped here. Unless you could find a demon's gate that could take you to Earth. That's how the demons made it out. But there would certainly be legions of the enemy at such places.

You had managed to escape the slaughter of your scouting party, but you were injured. Your wings had been hurt as had your leg. Relatively minor injuries, but in a hostile land, they certainly made things more difficult.

To be honest, you weren't exactly the strongest angel on a good day. This was not a good day.

You limped along the rocky landscape, using your holy staff as a walking stick. You stayed low to remain unseen by any wandering beasts or demons as you made your way out of the fiery wastelands and into the white sand desert. Hell wasn't all fire and brimstone. It was the most popular depiction of Hell's most dramatic landscape, but there were other biomes, too. Now you were getting into one of the many deserts Hell had to offer.

It was cooler than the burning wastes, but by no means was it comfortable. Water and food were scarce, the white sands were nearly blinding, and the swirling black sky was a constant ominous reminder that you were not safe.

You could go a long time without food and water. You wouldn't die without them, but after a while, you would wither up and be unable to move. You'd go into a kind of stasis. And then you'd be defenseless.

For days, you wandered. At least... you thought it was days. Despite the perpetually black sky the sun never set. Your lips were chapped, your wounds aching, hope dying in your heart. You had to find an oasis to rest at. Build up your strength. From the limited maps you had seen of this region of Hell there should be one at the heart of this desert, but with your wings and legs messed up it would still take many days still to reach it.

There were several more days of endless marching, hobbling on your injured leg that was getting harder and harder to walk on before you finally saw the oasis in the distance. You tried your best to approach stealthily, going behind dunes and sand drifts whenever possible, and wrapping your white wings around you to provide some measure of camouflage with the white sands. As you got near, it disappeared in a puff of smoke. And out of the smoke stood a demon. It was a trap.

Dark brownish red skin, sharp horns, a tail flicking back and forth, and he stood at least a foot taller than you. He was very muscular, his sweat coated abs glistened in the sunlight. He wore nothing. His long horse-like cock and big nuts swinging freely below a thick patch of black pubic hair.

You caught yourself accidentally staring and looked away quickly before readying your divine staff for a fight. Which was really hard, since you could barely stand without it.

The demon winked and chuckled.

"Do you like it~ There's no harm in just looking, you know?"

He closed the distance between the two of you in a flash and knocked the staff away in one fluid motion.

"As a matter of fact, you can do a lot more than look, little bird. My cum would make you feel so much better~ That oasis you're looking for is still miles away."

"Uh, thanks for the kind offer, but I think I will pass. I'll just be on my way and out of your hair."

You stepped back slowly, hoping to make it to your staff so you could maybe limp away and give him a good smack if he followed. But he wasn't giving you the chance.

"Oh, but you're dehydrated!"

He took a few steps forward until there were mere inches between you. He put a hand on your cheek and thumbed at your chapped lips gently.

"Your lips are all dry. Let me help~"

Before you could decline, he held your head in place and leaned down. He traced and prodded your sore lips with his long slick tongue.

You tried to push him away but couldn't do much in your current condition. And the saliva was having some kind of effect on you.

He slipped his tongue past your lips and kissed you greedily.

Your head grew fuzzy and your legs weak. His spit was some type of drug. It felt... nice...

You resisted it as long as you could, even resorting to biting his tongue, but he ignored it and continued. Moments later, you slumped against him, your head on his muscular chest. The only thought in your head as you passed out was how nice this man in front of you smelled.

He picked you up gently and carried you bridal style. It was fitting since you were certainly his little bride now, as far as he was concerned. He placed a chaste kiss on the top of your head and then started walking towards the underground dwelling he called home.

When you woke up, your wounds had been healed, and you felt a lot better. Though you were still dizzy. There was an intoxicating smell all around you and you didn't recognize your surroundings.

Your first instinct was to jump up and flee, but you were immediately pulled back down and placed in the lap of your demonic captor. His monstrous cock poking out between your thighs.

You looked down and realized you were naked, your soft cock and balls laying on his unnaturally warm prick.

"Let me go!" You elbowed him as hard as you could but he must have made sure you stayed drugged because you couldn't muster up any strength to put into your struggle.

"Let you go? After all the trouble I have gone through to romance you?"

"Romance!? You kidnapped me and I don't even know who the fuck you are, creep!!"

You struggled with renewed anger, smacking your head backwards, elbowing, kicking, and scratching. All amounting to you gasping for breath, tired, while he chuckled at the attempt.

"You're in Hell! I could have raped you and left you in the sand to be killed by any passing monster and that still would have been considered romance."

He placed his large hands on your legs with his thumbs drawing lazy circles on your thighs.

"I saved you from the desert, treated your wounds, let you rest for days, fed you, gave you water, and bathed you. That is damn romantic!"

He started assaulting your neck with little licks and kisses, enjoying how you squirmed in protest while sitting on his equine cock.

"As for the name that you'll be moaning when I bury myself in you, it's Tevrik."

"My friends will come back for me. You should save yourself the trouble and let me go now!"

This was a bluff, of course. They almost certainly thought you were dead. You didn't know if your deception would work, but you didn't expect him to respond with a cackle.

"No, they won't! Rathiel won't let em!"

A shudder went through you at the mention of your boss who had ordered the mission into Hell.

"He's one of Hell's best agents. Gives us lots of intel."

You were dumbfounded and fell silent a moment before regaining your composure and replying angrily.

"Lies from a worthless demon!"

"I'd never lie to you, sweetie~"

He trailed his hands up and down your thighs as he continued.

"How else did we set up that ambush? Rathiel sent you to us. We needed more angel blood. But not yours."

Your blood ran cold as he began grinding into you.

"I picked you out from a bunch of employee profiles just to be my little princess. I'm half angel myself and wanted an angel bride~ We'll rule this region of Hell together!"

He repositioned you on his lap to face towards him as his flared cock grew fully erect.

"You weren't supposed to be hurt in the battle. I'm so sorry about that. I killed the demons who did it."

You didn't even struggle when he positioned you above his dick, hot precum smearing your hole as his cock pressed against it. The betrayal drained the fight from you.

"After the battle, I just followed you for a bit, so you'd be tired. And now here you are. With me."

The precum and smell of his arousal were making you dizzier. The words he spoke brought tears from your eyes.

"Awe, don't cry. After we have some alone time to adjust, I'll take you to the palace~ You'll be royalty!"

You winced as his cock entered you, expecting pain. Surprisingly, there was none. Instead it was like every cell in your body was filled with pleasure.

This couldn't be right. You had to escape. Sex with a demon was a very taboo thing.

You started struggling but Tevrik held you still.

"Shhh, I know you're upset. But just let it happen, okay? I'll make you feel so good."

As his precum continued to dribble out of his dick and into you and as the betrayal by your trusted higher up sank in you once more lost the will to fight.

Why were you fighting anyway? This cock felt so nice. And he was so kind and romantic to go through all this trouble to get you away from your evil boss right?

You relaxed and lay against his chest as he pumped into you slowly. You looked up at him and realized he had your underwear in his hand and was holding it up to his nose sniffing the crotch.

"You smell so good, girly. So good. You feel good too."

"You smell nice too!" Then your brain caught up with the rest of what he had said.

"A-and I'm not a g-girl." Too focused on your pleasure to really care.

"Nah, you're too pretty to be a man. Too weak too. Plus you have this tight little cunt hugging my dick. You're definitely a girly~"

"O-okay."

You blushed because he called you pretty. You supposed he made a lot of sense. You were clearly a girl. You wondered why you didn't know that sooner. It felt right.

He chuckled warmly as you drooled on his chest and made cute little gasps and moans. He couldn't wait until you were moaning his name.

Tevrik didn't pound you, he didn't want to hurt his sweet baby bird. Instead he just rocked his hips into you and enjoyed the effect it had on you.

After you started making those delicious noises his demonic precum began to make you super cuddly. He continued to breed your tight hole while you started nuzzling him and leaving gentle kisses on his chest. He began grinding into you a bit faster and more forcefully, his cock clearly outlined through your belly as it nestled into you as deeply as he could get it.

"Fuck babe, I'm about to bust."

But you came before he did it. Your cock spilling silvery angelic seed on his belly as you called his name and clung to him tightly. The combined sight of you cumming while impaled by his dick while at the same time calling his name just like you promised he would sent Tevrik over the edge. His large balls filled your tummy with hot demon cum. It made you feel warm and fluttery and loved. Like you could feel his emotions through his seed.

You were so tired from all the emotion and sex that you passed out on top of him, nuzzling your nose into the comforting scent of his armpit as you clung to him.

Tevrik smiled. You were just so precious. Sadly, he knew you'd regress back into struggling against him. But that was okay. He would keep reminding you how the angels threw you away and keep breeding you full of his drug-like semen. Soon you'd crave it. He'd bed you constantly until you needed it. And then breed you as much as you wanted him to after that.

Yeah, it would take a while. But he had all the time in the universe.

Tevrik sighed with content and closed his eyes, taking your underwear and putting it back up to his nose while he relaxed with his cock still deep inside you.

You may have been in Hell, but Tevrik was in Heaven.

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a-nuisance-called-sam · 1 year

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Warning: smut, oral sex, pussy eating/cunnilingus, fingering, non con/rape, yandere, somnophilia, bondage, biting, character x reader, forced orgasm, reader has pussy, neither character nor their gender is specified.

Character x reader

Waking up from your sleep you are met with a silhouette of a person between your legs and your hands tied above your head. Their arms gripping onto both your thighs while their head buried between them, busy making out with your pussy, sucking and licking on it like their life depends on it. A scared and strangled cry leaves you at the sight of what's happening, causing the person to stop and look up at you; mischief and lust dancing on their face. Keeping eye contact, they slowly bite the insides of your thigh, sucking on it gently. Panicked, you wiggle and try to move away from them, only for them to pull you back in and hold you down in place. Going back to gliding their tongue on your clit ever so slow and gently, teasing you all the while staring into your fearful eyes, like a predator with its prey. Closing their eyes they shift their focus back to your pussy. Moving their face a little lower, their tongue starts to play with your hole, the wet muscle lapping at your essence and slithering it's way into your tight little hole. They remove one hand from your thigh and bring them to play with your clit again. Lightly pinching and rubbing at it, making you breathe heavily. You didn't wanna give into the pleasure that you were receiving against your will but your body wasn't agreeing with that. Soon at every swipe of their tongue and finger over your clit and clenching hole, a moan of pleasure would escape you. No matter how much you wanted to control them, they just came out louder. The person switched the placement of their tongue with their hands and vice versa. Now their tongue was sucking and licking over your clit once again but only this time with more force. While the hand took care of your clenching hole. With how wet you already were, they easily slipped two fingers in and started fucking your hole. You bite your lips to stop the moans but it turned out to be futile as the person worked wonders with their tongue and fingers. But just listening to you moan was not enough for them; they wanted to hear you scream in pleasure and come undone in their mouth. So with that goal set in mind, they added another finger to your hole and started to fuck you hard on their fingers. Driving them knuckle deep into you and slightly curly them upwards to hit your spot. "Be good and cum for me darling." They tell you as their tongue and fingers work to give you the world shattering orgasm of your life. Your vision goes black as you arch your back during the orgasm. The person between your legs drinks up all that you give with great joy. Your essence drips down from their chin as they raise their head and finally let go of your legs. Your eyelids grow heavier by the second due to exhaustion but right before you pass out, you hear them say something; something that makes your blood run cold.

"You're forever mine now. "

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dex0s · 4 months

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—♡DOUMA X MALE READER WARNING: smut, non-con, cannibalism?, douma, reader having a huge chest, thoracic area called boobs/tits, daddy kink, face sitting, breeding kink, semi-public?, incest?, cliffhanger ending (only because I’m lazy), not proof read

A/N— okay I know I was gone for like 2 months but um— yeah

You were a member of his cult and your older sister got sick to the point she had to stay in bed instead of praying to your demon lord. For the past couple days you had been asking your lord to heal your sister. And at first DOUMA was uninterested or just ignored you but then he got a full look at you. (H/c) hair, beautiful bright (e/c) eyes, nice face, well shaped body, and lastly YOUR CHEST. Oh and how he was so in love.

“Oh look a new play thing. Just. For. Me~ and ONLY me~”

After that you notice changes. One, Douma would ONLY look at you if you in the room but the moment you leave his face becomes disinterested (even if he doesn’t have emotions he feels like his life just decrease by a life time). Two, you ALWAYS feel like you’re being watched no matter what you doing or where you are, there are always RAINBOW EYES watching. And three, when you go and pray to your lord you can notice the lust in his eyes like a predator eyeing their next meal.

“I can’t believe I haven’t noticed you sooner… I wonder if that man will let me keep you~ who know maybe I will quit bugging him~”

Knowing damn well that man can hear him

One time you went to douma and asked for his blessing so your sister could get better and by pure coincidence your sister gotten better and could move around better then before. You thanked douma for the blessing but even tho it was a complete coincidence douma wanted more than just a thanks. He gave you his blessing and healed your sister. He wants more and he will get want he wants whether you want it or not .

HaAh~ Oh you tastes Sooo~ good~ Your so good—Fuck! for daddy~

Grinding your hips into the pillow while Douma is thrusting in and out your ass. “Ahh~ you look like dog when you do that~” Douma said, moving his hand up your body and stopping at your chest. “W-wait~AH!” Slamming his cock back in he starts to grope your chest. “Hmm! What a— good boy you are, so good— for daddy” you start to feel yourself about to release and you try to warn your lord but all that came out was babbles. Douma seem to notice this and started to go even harder on you hearing your gummy walls take him in and out and all the noise you were making made him even more hard then white sticky cum came out your dick but that didn’t stop Douma in fact he decided to switch it up a lot bit.

He lifts you over his face, your legs are shaking then slams you down on his face. Taking his long slimy tongue starting with kitty licks, suddenly roughly gripping your thighs and full on eating your ass like there’s no tomorrow. When the door opens (you didn’t even notice at first) it reveals your sister. Your sister was in shock, she didn’t know you had a side like this. Hearing your moans and the licks your sister can feel a wet spot in her undergarment. While your sister was standing there Douma could smell her wetness and started to get upset.

“Why is she here.”

“She needs to leave can’t she see I’m playing with my plaything.”

“It’s her fault he’s in this situation”

“She shouldn’t be so selfish and get sick”

“You know what… It’s show time”

Taking out his tongue from your ass, he moves you to his lap. Picking you up with your legs wrapped around his waist Douma starts to walk to your sister. “You know it’s rude to stare” using one of his free hands and roughly grabbing your sister’s chin forcing her to look at his rainbow eyes. “W-what are you doing to my brother!” Yelled out your sister that was trying to force Douma’s hand off of her and trying to reach for you, when Douma grabs the hand that was reaching for you and pulling it off her body. Finally snapping out the trance you hear a bloody cuddling scream. Turning your head around to see your sister on the ground clutching her shoulder but before you can say anything you were placed on the ground on all fours in front of your sister.

“Why don’t we put a show on for your sister~ hmm dear~”

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beautifulsenpai · 1 month

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random horny thought:

men that are shy tops who had never felt pleasure before until they met you, and are loud in bed when you both fuck in bed. they’ll be overcome in pleasure that when they talk during sex, it’ll be sweet or hot like “you feel so good!”, or it’ll be a lot of “oh fuck!”, or “oh god!”. they’ll be overwhelmed by how hot you look when you’re riding them, it makes their cock throb, and they’ll look at you with the sweetest look with pleasure in their eyes.

men that’ll be overwhelmed with pleasure just watching you moan so sweet, bouncing on their cock, and telling them how much you love them, or how good they make you feel, you’ll do it on purpose just to see their stupid lovestruck face. they’ll say your name when you make them feel good. you hold their head with your hands and stare at him because he’s so pretty, causing you to bounce faster and harder on their cock until they unload all of their cum inside of you.

izuku midoriya, tamaki amajiki, zenitsu agatsuma, aizetsu, jonathan joestar, josuke higashikata, choso, armin arlert, shun kaido, koing, etc..

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yandere-writer-momo · 2 months

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Part 2 🖤I made the demon king a black man. I don’t see many Yandere POC OCs 🖤

Yandere Head Canons:

Defying Destiny

Yandere Demon King x Isekai Saintess Reader x Yandere Hero (mentioned)

TW: imprisonment, kidnapping, stalking, uncomfortable themes, sexual themes, Somniaphilia, Dacryphilia, etc.

Part 1

You woke up wrapped in the silk sheets of snow unfamiliar bed. Your eyes wild and your heart raced in your chest like a startled animal. Where were you and where was Reinhardt?! Why were there candles everywhere in this dark bedroom? Was Reinhardt planning to… oh god you were terrified.

You felt a sob rack through you when reality set in. Had Reinhardt stolen you away to live out some sort of sick fantasy instead of going through with his quest to slay the demon king? No… Reinhardt wouldn’t bring you to such a luxurious home. But who on earth brought you here?

“I see you’re awake, my delicate flower.” Your head snapped to the doorway to see the silhouette of a large man. You felt your blood run cold and a shiver run down your spine by his presence. That raspy baritone voice belonged to a stranger.

You flinched when the man suddenly slapped his clawed hands on the end of the king sized bed. Your eyes met gold for the first time and you seeped your heart stopped in your chest from pure terror. There was no mistaking who your captor was… he was the demon king.

“What’s the matter, saintess?” He chuckled as he reached a taloned finger out to hook around a strand of your hair. “Cat got your tongue?”

You felt tears stream down your cheeks when he flashed his long fangs at you. He was bewitchingly beautiful with his burnt umber skin and golden eyes. There was no doubt he was a demon and that fact terrified you. What did he want from you? Was he… was he going to kill you?

The demon king sighed at your shivering form before he moved himself to sit beside you. His hand moved to hold yours. “It’s alright, darling. I’m not going to hurt you.”

You sniffled when he began to wipe away your tears. “W… what?”

“I’d never hurt my saintess.” The demon king gave you a toothy smile. “My beautiful, merciful saintess… my salvation.”

You gasped when he brought your right hand up to his lips to press a tender kiss to the back of it. “It’s so wonderful to finally have you here with me… you’ll be safe here.”

“I’m just a bit confused about all of this…” You felt so small under his intense gaze, like he was about to pounce on you at any second. “Who are you and why have you taken me?”

The demon lord chuckled as he rose up from the bed to stand at his full, intimidating height. His curved black horns nearly added another foot to his height which made he give you a smirk. “Why I am the Demon King but you can call me Amon.”

The demon king- no, Amon, bowed his head to you. “And I took you to save you.”

You were surprised to see a tray of freshly made food in front of you when Amon snapped his fingers. Your stomach growled at the delicious sight, but you were hesitant to accept… Amon quickly caught onto your hesitance and took a bite of the food for you. “Don’t worry, it’s real and completely edible. Only the best for my saintess.”

You shyly took a bite and smiled at the taste. It was lovely…

Amon smiled warmly at you, his golden eyes studied your satisfied smile in pure joy. He was so happy to please you!

Amon ran his talons through his long black hair with a smile. “I’ll take care of you from now on. You’re safe here.”

As the weeks melted into months, Amon kept his word. None of his demon nor monster henchmen were mean towards you, unlike the hero’s party. Sure Amon was never far from you, but his company was much preferred over Reinhardt’s. Amon would bring you meals and made sure you had fresh clothes. He pampered you like a beloved pet.

Though it was never officially stated, you were Amon’s lover. And thus, you treated as such by his subjects. They’d wait for you on hand and foot. You received various expensive clothing and jewelry, they were eager to make you smile. It was such a stark contrast compared to your treatment prior…

You often gazed out your window at the volcanic city below. It was fascinating just how different monsters and demons lived from humans… so why did the humans want to destroy them so much?

You jumped when Amon entered the room to wrap his muscular arms around your waist, his nose pressed onto your shoulder. A few of his box braids tickled your skin. “I missed you so much… I just wish the humans would leave us alone. I grow tired of the hero and his party. They’re so much weaker without your barriers and healing. To think they never treated you well. What a bunch of losers.”

You turned to gaze at Amon in interest. “What is it that they’re after? Why do the humans hate your people so much?”

Amon gave you the softest of smiles, a bit of his fangs peaked out from under his lip. “Our magic stones. Monsters and demons produce enough magic stones to fuel humanity for eons… they’re worth a lot of money to humans.”

Amon pressed a tender kiss to your shoulder, his gold eyes stared expectantly up at you. “You’re the only human to ever question their greed and motives. You don’t wish to be bound to a destiny thrust upon you by the world.”

Amon bent down on one knee and pressed his lips over your palms and fingers. “Join me. Together we can defy our destiny. You don’t have to be a Saintess forced to marry the hero and I won’t have to be a page in the history books.”

You felt a blush on your cheeks when he tilted his handsome face at you. “Let’s watch the world burn together.”

And now you had a choice to make. To fulfill the destiny predetermined for you or to defy your destiny.

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princess-hunnibunni · 11 days

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Yandere demon that you summoned due to a dare one night, and is now stuck with you.

Yandere demon that chooses to have bunny features just because you like bunnies.

White ears and white fluffy tail, big red eyes that plead for your love and attention.

He eats people that flirt with you because you’re his human, and when the metallic smell clings to him and you question it, he simply distracts you with a pouty face and kisses.

You won’t find out the person is missing unless you check that cute little shoe box he hides from you that’s full of eyes.

#Roger the Demon Bunny #my oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere x darling #yanblr #demon x reader #demon x human #my ocs #oc x reader #Yandere oc

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reticent-writer · 1 year

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Okay The Hashira taking care of a half human half demon baby? Like the baby can survive on human food and animals and are repulsed by human blood. Like the babies basically are found trying to explore new things like Nezuko in a way

Demon slayer masterlist Demons with baby reader

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Shinjuro held you in the air and examined you. Kyojuro left you with his father while he and senjuro went to the market.

Leaving you with a former Hashira wasn't a good idea in hindsight but who would kill a child.

"Half human half demon huh?" He muttered to himself as he watched you move in his arms.

He lowered you to where you were nestled on his chest and he laid back.

Shinjiro and kyojuro came back to see you and their father asleep on the floor in your room.

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Giggles could be heard in the Tengen ousehold as it was dinner time.

Tengen was rolling on the floor with you as the girls made dinner.

"Hope the both of you worked up an appetite." Hina came in giggling at her husband on his back with you on his stretched-out feet.

"Ahh lord Tengen you have to be careful with them. They're just a child." Suma came in fusing over to pick you up

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Obanai didn't know how to take care of a child so he went to the closest person he knew, Mitsuri.

"Aww look how cute Obanai they eat human food." She gushed as she feed you.

Obanai watched in adoration as he couldn't help but think about how good she is with kids (people in general)

"Cool." Such a shallow response that held back everything he actually wanted to say.

If only he could tell her. (😭)

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"What am I supposed to do with you." Sanemi muttered as you crawled all over your temporary bedroom (a small room he didn't know what to do with).

"what do you eat?" He kneeled down to your height. You crawled up to him, using his knees to try and stand.

He poked your stomach causing you to lose balance and fall. You stared up at him, He stared down at you.

you started to huff.

'oh no' the thought 'they're gonna cry'

and cry you did. You screamed your lungs out as he tried everything to calm you down. He even tried to feed you his blood, which only made you scream louder.

He got you to calm down by giving you Ohagi. Turns out you love it almost as much as he does.

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"Time to go to bed Y/n." Giyuu said as he watched you play with your toys for like two hours.

You turned to him before giggling. Unfortunately for Giyuu, you knew how to run. You stood up and got ready for an unwanted game of tag and hide n seek.

"Don't even try, It's time for bed." Giyuu also got ready as this isn't the first time this happened.

In fact, this happens most nights and Giyuu is always the winner.

You ran out of the room with Giyuu close behind you. You rounded the corner at full speed. Too much speed. You hit the wall. Giyuu was quick to pick you up.

"This is why we don't run in the house." He comforted you by rubbing your head and bringing you to your room. You were asleep in his arms as he laid you down.

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All Muichirou wanted to do was train but since you were assigned to him his attention was all on you.

Currently, the 2 of you were having a staring contest as you both ate. You copied his movements, and he would just watch.

You never cried, screamed, or made much noise. You and Muichirou got along great.

He brought you to every Hashira meeting and he let you do your own thing.

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"Bu" you called to Shinobu from the pin she put you in. It was the only word you could say.

She looked up from her work over to you. You were standing holding on to the bar of the pin.

"Ah someone finally awake." She set her work aside and went to check on you.

"Bu Bu" You squealed as she picked you up.

"I'm here. I'm here."

You were the only reason she never worked herself to death.

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#male reader #female reader #gn reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #child reader #x child reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x child reader #rengoku x reader #tengen x reader #tengen x wives x reader #obanai x reader #muichirou x reader #giyuu x reader #shinobu x reader #sanemi x reader #mitsuri x reader

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deadghosy · 3 months

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Hi! I hope you're doing great!

So I saw the headcannons of reader as Catnap and Dogday and I fell in love with the way you write! So I was wondering if you could do a headcannon about the reader being bendy from bendy and the ink machine?

Like the reader can draw and bring ink creatures to help around the hotel, maybe draw some decorations for the hotel? Sometimes going full on ink demon form to protect it or just pick up their friends on their back to make them feel taller

And the reader was actually an animator at joey drew studios and died, I think that would be pretty cool!

P.s I would love if the reader was wearing the same suit bendy wore in bendy and the dark revival

HAZBIN HOTEL X BENDY!READER

Prompt: a cute “little” demon becomes a resident who helps with the designs around the hotel!

Starting off. You definitely appeared as baby bendy 😘 with ya cute ass red bow or white bow. What ever you want the bow color as you showed up to the door trying to seem professional as Charlie gushes at your cuteness and lets you in.

The picture of baby bendy in the car, yeah you have that as you literally fuckin' zoom in the hallways drinking apple juice like a bad ass kid….bendy!Reader and chibi!Reader both doing races to make sinners poor😭 lil evil asses….

I imagine Angel dust and Alastor ganging up on you as a team to insult you by your height until you grow up to ink demon from with a roar.

“HOLY SHIT-” “Oh my.” They both said as you they were blew off by the power of your roar. So you felt happy seeing them shocked to see that part of you as Charlie didn’t see it and had commented how adorable you are with your suit.

Shit you are a devil in an angel’s suit‼️

You still wore the suit you had in when you met Audrey…man you miss her. But you are getting taken care of by Charlie and her friends here. Plus her father.

You help design the banners around the place! And even your small ink minions help as well.

I can imagine bendy! Reader being like “fuck it.” Because they can’t reach for the cereal and turn into normal height looking bendy and just starts to act as if it’s normal. While in the background, the crew has pure confusion on their face. Like, “what the fuck? You can be taller?”

“Yeah! Pretty neat right?” “..Im out of here…” husk says walking away as niffty goes up to you excited to talk to you about your height.

You ran over alastor’s foot once….you never speeded over 120 mph in your whole life seeing Alastor chase after you.

I imagine you going to normal height as you are just chilling with your small or long tail swinging and husk gets curious as he picks it up with his paw. “So…this ya tail right here?” You nodded reading the new paper. “So you’re a sinner demon?” “I ain’t nothin'” you said with a smirk as you disappeared in ink.

No one knows what exactly what you are. You don’t have the basic looks to look like a sinner or a hell born. So it’s kinda confusing to other.

You’re obviously a human who died to the ink as you use to animate bendy…so you’re bendy?? Does that make since because whatever you died by is your demon form….hopefully that made sense..

You once went full ink demon mode because a sinner tried to attack at you and husk while just running errands for the hotel. You transformed getting taller with the ink covering your face as you growl and slashes at them with a giant gloved hand covered in ink. And after that husk respected you more.

“Bendy/reader, can you help me make a cute star design?” Vaggie asked as Charlie was trying to make a star gazing banner. You nodded with your cartoony smile and pulls out a marker and started to draw on the air. The star in the air becomes to life as vaggie’s eyes widen.

“Uhm…oh wow. Thanks?” Vaggie says as she walks away with question marks visible while you just smile.

Y’know those dubbed comics where bendy has an accent? I feel like that’s cannon because you and Angel would be babbling about which part of city you guys were from.

I can see sir Pentious and you doing crafts as you made him an ink cartoon flower as he made you a bracelet bead with your name on it.

Lucifer will definitely play violin as you tap dance. Just a wholesome ass moment fr 💗🦆

You one time had fat nuggets in your doom buggy as you guys had shades just chilling around the hotel like bad asses✨

You miss your original family when you were alive and working. But everytime you open your eyes, you are greeted by the sweet comfort of your new family in the hazbin hotel.

You one time made an ink sculpture of your family and you tried to hold your smile but it faltered as you cry at how you missed your family as the ink sculpture melted due to your emotions.

Alastor appeared in your room seeing you sad little state as he comforted you. He had taken a liking to you ever since you joined the crew.

I can see you being childish because of your shortness so you use it to your advantage. YOU AND ALASTOR MAKE YOUR INK DEMONS FIGHT LIKE POKÉMON 😭😭

lol imagine bendy!reader making a whole like of fake ass tarrot cards to fuck with people as you have that smirk on your face.

“You’re gonna get run over toots…watch your back..” “what. The. Fuck-”

They got ran over by a mysterious person and a car….who knew who it was…it was you, you little bastard.

When the hotel has a talent and show day or night, you remembered how you animated bendy to do ballet and tap dancing. So with your information, that’s what you did. Yeah some sinners laughed..but some aplaude as they found it cute and so did your friends

You making ink blob bracelets for your friends as you can make them solid is a goal for real.

Headcannon on how you would try to make ink sculptures, but failing as you huff in anger and smash it with a full ink demon hand as the rest of your body is fine.

Headcannon of you just accidentally leaving ink footprints as you took off your shoes once 😭 niffty doesn’t complain as she likes to clean tho

I can see Lucifer picking your small body up happy for you to be so small as he has started in his eyes. And you are like annoyed at how the cast picks you up like a baby.

LMAO THAT WALMART MEME STOPPP😭😭 LUCIFER PUTS YOU UP TO THE DAMN WALMART CAMERA HAVING ALASTOR ALSO PICK LUCI UP 😭😭

I imagine you and Alastor having either a “bad ass son x calm father” troupe or a “non-biological sibling” troupe as you two get quite along

Your little ass doom buggy is such a weapon when needing to take a troubled guest in the hotel….YOU RAN THEM OVER?! 😨 ALL PEOPLE SEE IS A SMALL ASS INK DEMON HAVING A GUEST SCREAMING AS THEY GET RUNNED OVER TO THE DOOR-

So when the angels came for the battle, you were sure damn ready as you suffocated them in ink and control them into killing their own.

After seeing your full demon form, you definitely had been seen in a different light. They don’t see you as the cute baby bendy they seen you before.

Nah nah. They see you as a grown ass person as you are not in the baby bendy phase but more like the fanart type shit looks. With your charm, you definitely bring in some customers.

HOPED YOU GUYS LIKED THIS AS THIS IS ALL I COULD COME UP WITH 🦆💗 MWAH

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ozzgin · 3 months

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Yandere! Demon King Headcanons

You have accepted the Demon King’s marriage proposal!

I wasn't planning on writing a second part, but some of you gave me ideas and I decided on short headcanons instead. The image of a big, buff, evil Overlord lovingly doing house chores for their human was too tempting.

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance

[Main Story]

The proposal, as you quickly found out, came as a surprise to everyone. Not even the King’s loyal butler knew of such intentions; he’d assumed they were finally going to destroy everything and everyone at once. To him, the dramatic scene of you and his Lord enveloped in flames was anything but a romantic confession. It was your final battle. So one might imagine the poor lizard’s confusion when the Demon King returned with you following behind. “S-sir?” He questioned meekly. The armored creature nodded at his servant. “It has been done. We’ll plan the wedding upon our arrival home.” The what? His baffled expression must’ve given him away, because the Demon continued: “What’re you gawking like that for? Didn’t I ask you earlier how humans forge a bond?” The butler stumbled to search for his words, swallowing dryly. “Well y-yes, your Majesty…I just didn’t expect it to be anything more than curiosity.”

The same speechless reaction repeated itself all the way to the Kingdom. Soldiers, diplomats, other monstrous entities of the unknown Land, they all greeted you in disbelief. So much, in fact, that you began to poke fun at their hesitant response: “I am his mortal enemy”, you’d announce with a dramatic bow. “Spouse! We talked about this!” the Demon Lord would quickly correct you, flustered.

Truth be told, you're not quite sure what made you accept this ridiculous offer. Perhaps a mixture of intrigue and disillusionment. The city you've dedicated yourself to stood no longer, burnt to a crisp along with its corruption and crookery. In a way, the monster had unshackled you from a responsibility you no longer wanted to bear. And if that wasn't enough to convince you, well, the sight of the Ruler himself kneeling before you certainly sealed the deal.

Although it may take a while for you to accept the idea that your worst adversary had actually been infatuated with you this entire time. Were there even any hints? During your last battle you nearly died. You'd crawled out of an enormous crater on your fours, bones shattered and ligaments torn. When you pointed this out to your groom-to-be, he stared at you in horror. "I had no idea humans were that fragile. I was trying to adjust my strength so as to not do any harm." You could only nod, patting away the sweat beads forming on your forehead. Uh huh. Maybe it's better you didn't experience his full range of attacks.

Ever since the devastating revelation, he's been extra careful when handling you. Sometimes he'll awkwardly hover his large hands above you, with a concentrated frown on his face. "What the hell are you doing?" you ask, eyeing him suspiciously. "I'm trying to be gentle." he'll answer. "You're not even touching me." Fair point, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

The Demon King will often ask you about customs from your world as a way to make you comfortable, just in case you get struck by the occasional homesickness. His Realm is very different from what you're used to, after all. Lamentably, his own years spent in the human world were not too fruitful from a cultural point of view. He was either busy stalking you or devouring the souls of the innocent. Now that he has nothing else to worry about, he will gladly listen and even do his best to actively participate.

You wake up shrouded in thick smoke. Overwhelmed by heavy déjà vu, you rush down the grand stairs, searching for the source of the fire. Are you being attacked? Enemies of the Demon King? You elbow yourself against the kitchen door, similar to when you left your home to find the city ablaze. The Demon Lord turns to face you, visibly overwhelmed and exhausted. You gawk at the scene unfolding before you and remember to close your mouth, mainly out of politeness. "It's too small. I'm afraid I cannot use it", he reveals timidly, holding a human spatula between his fingers to showcase the impractical size difference. You glance at the disastrous attempt behind him and manage to deduce he'd been trying to make breakfast. In an unspoken agreement, he steps back and allows you to take over.

"I'm surprised you let him burn down the kitchen", you mention to the butler once you get a moment to yourself. The scaly servant sighs, and theatrically lifts his clawed hands in hopelessness. "Pointless to argue with him when he's like this, (Y/N). In my entire life serving the Family, I've never witnessed a more stubborn leader." He points to the lavish portraits adorning the walls with a faint smile. "And, to put it frankly, he's obsessed with you. I've never seen him in a more deplorable state. Marrying a human?! The shame, the outrage!” he cries out. “No offense intended to you, of course. You must understand." You hum in agreement, a tad uncomfortable, yet sympathetic. "M-maybe it'll tone down after the wedding?" you suggest as encouragement. "Oh, no, I suspect it will only get worse", he bemoans in return. Then, he promptly straightens his back and resumes his duties.

You go on your own way, not wanting to burden the lizard in his work. As you cross the hallway, you find the Demon King himself scanning each room, somewhat agitated. He notices you and his features soften. "I was wondering where you'd vanished." You approach him with the words of the butler still ringing in your ears.

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