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what-big-teeth · 2 years ago

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Avatar of Lust (Asmodeus)

Monsterlover!MC is gender neutral.

[ Part 1 (intro) ; Part 2 (Lucifer) ; Part 3 (Mammon) ; Part 4 (Leviathan) ; Part 5 (Satan) ]

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Living a normal life as a human had its ups and downs, stress included. So suddenly being spirited away to the Devildom as an exchange student didn’t help your stress levels. At all.

Lucifer as the eldest tried to use strict rules to help you adjust with mixed results. Mammon, the chaotic greed-driven demon he is, wasn’t much help although he tried. Levi…was Levi, but adopting the hermetic lifestyle wasn’t doable. Books and cats could only do so much in the face of uncertainty (sorry Satan). And your body could only handle so much sleep and food at a time, unlike the twins.

Without a solution, your sleep schedule suffered and the issue started to chip away at your grades. Before you could even think of how to phrase your apology to Lucifer, he suddenly stopped you in the hallway of the massive House of Lamentation one night.

“It seems your relocation to the Devildom is affecting your ability to concentrate. An…oversight…which Lord Diavolo has not yet noticed.”

(You silently wondered how much it pained him to admit that.)

“After my brothers offered their suggestions, I decided one of them may be able to help.” And that’s how the routine of visiting Asmo before bedtime started.

Face creams, skin scrubs, moisturizing masks; the number of beauty products Asmo gushed about made your head spin.

But once he and you were able to settle onto a simple yet effective nighttime routine, it became a comfort. It was something you looked forward to, a process you controlled. And you’d be lying if the gentle scents of camomile, lavender, and ylang-ylang didn’t calm you.

So every night, without fail, you’d knock on Asmo’s bedroom door and be whisked inside for a mini pampering session before bedtime. And at the end, Asmo would provide a platonic “good night” cuddle.

But tonight, his door remained firmly closed after you knocked.

“Asmo? Are you there?” When you received no response, you pressed your ear against the white, lacquered door.

The sound from inside was faint and watery. Yet unmistakable. The sharp hiss afterward cut you to the core. “Asmo, are you alright? Have you been crying?”

A sniffle. “Oh, hello darling.” His muffled voice, devoid of its usual playfulness, barely reached your ears. “I was certain that silence charm would work, but…”

But you both knew demonic magic didn’t affect you normally like other humans.

“Asmo, are you hurt? Did something happen last night at the Fall?”

No lower-ranking demon could ever measure up to the fifth lord of hell. But as you soon came to learn, because of your humanity and soul, they’d still try. Even die in the attempt. If only for a chance to get at you.

“C-can you let me in?” The growing knot in your throat grew tighter, heavier. “I need to make sure you’re alright.”

“…You always worry about others instead of yourself. That isn’t good for your health or your skin, dear.”

You giggled at his gentle chiding, your ears making out a light sigh from him and a sharp click. The door’s lock. “You can come inside…but I don’t expect you to stay.”

You turned the knob without hesitation and went in. A heavy humidity slammed into your face, dampening your skin and pajamas. A quick glance confirmed his massive tub was filled to the brim with steaming, scented water. Chamomile to be exact. You ignored the stickiness clinging to your skin.

Asmo sat in his massive bed, horns present with his perfect skin blotchy and his eyes rimmed with red. The sight almost drew your attention from the chelicerae framing his lips. His arms and torso were bare, leaving his large, bat-like wings visible but his lower half…

A pair of large, pink grasping pincers protruded from his hips. Eight, long legs of the same color rested at his side as a segmented tail tipped with a black stinger lay flat and curled behind him.

The gradation of color from his scorpion half to his human torso blended perfectly in a seamless, gorgeous way. While you tried to notice more, a sharp hiss diverted your attention. You reached out, hands at the ready. He gently took yours in his, being careful of his black claws.

“You’re not scared? Careful, darling, or you’ll make me swoon~! But then, that wouldn’t be so bad—!”

Asmo hissed, his body tensing. The keratin of his left pincer had cracked without warning. But his hold on you remained impossibly gentle.

“But maybe not now,” he eked out with a strained smile.

“What can I do to help?”

Asmo’s flushed face deepened as his mouth opened and closed a few times. As cute as he was speechless, you tucked the sight away for another time.

“I’m just molting, darling, nothing serious. I should be done in about four hours or so.”

“But it hurts, right?” You gently squeezed his hands, claws be damned. “Have your brothers helped you before? Stayed with you?”

The fifth born took in your words, what you hoped he saw as want in your expression. His chelicerae clicked softly as he glanced away.

“They haven’t. I never wanted anyone to see me…”

“Not looking like ‘The Jewel of the Heavens’?” That was two times you’ve left Asmo speechless; a new personal record. You giggled, moving your hands to cup his face.

“Oh Asmo, everyone has their off days. Some more than others.” You tilted your head a little to the side to refer to yourself, feeling glad when he caught on. “You’ve been there for me when I needed help getting used to the Devildom. So let me be here for you, if you’re okay with that.”

His features wavered and nearly crumpled altogether, but he steadied himself by placing his hands onto yours. Then he truly smiled.

“You should be careful, dear. I may find a way to keep you here all to myself.”

“Knowing Lucifer, he’d find out sooner than later and have a fit,” you said, rolling your eyes. “So you’d better make the most of these next few hours, Romeo.”

Three for three; you were on a roll! And was that a light blush, too? Happy to have the last word during your banter, you grinned at the fifth born. “So, what can I do to help?”

The molting process, as you learned, left Asmo drained of energy. This affected his other bodily sensations like hunger and thirst, making them non-existent. The only thing he needed now was constant warmth, humidity, and time (“and you as well, darling~”).

So you took up the responsibility of ensuring he was comfortable. That the bathtub was filled and scented perfectly, that the temperature in his room was just right. There were a few moments where he’d quietly inch his hand towards your, which you gently took. And every time, he’d glance away with a little smile.

Four hours later, the process was done. With a new softened shell that had yet to harden, Asmo could barely keep his eyes open or his head from drooping. Knowing how keen he was to stick to his skincare routine, you stepped into his bathroom and gathered everything you needed.

You weren’t surprised when he drifted to sleep during the process, reclined against a huge mountain of plush, soft pillows at his back. And with his face cleaned and his skin moisturized, he looked much healthier. Thank goodness.

Not wanting to disturb his rest, you started scooting off his bed. But a soft touch to the back of your hand stopped you.

“Stay? Please?”

Those shy words were more than enough to convince you. With your hands still joined, that’s how you ended up spending the night in Asmo’s room.

Which he was all too happy to croon about the next day.

The tension during Saturday’s breakfast steadily built to a crescendo as Asmo fawned over you and sat as close as possible. He nuzzled his dewy cheek against yours with bright, almost lovestruck eyes.

“…And the dear didn’t want to leave my side! They had to tend to their own needs a few times, of course, but they came rushing back immediately after! My own personal knight-in-shining armor!”

Even Beel was losing steam while chewing his food. He looked ill. With a familiar twinkle in his eyes, Asmo looped his arms around your shoulders with a coquettish smile.

“Well,” he said, “my knight in very appealing nightwear.”

All hell broke loose.

The others began swearing up a storm, screeching about unfairness, chastising Asmo, all while Beel painfully swallowed his previous bite. Asmo deftly dodged the cow-printed pillow hurled at him with deadly precision. You were pretty sure Belphie would’ve used a chair instead if Lucifer weren’t present.

Still, the fifth born carried you away from the chaotic fray in his arms bridal-style, blocking your view and appearing oh so very pleased.

“I’m their first man! Me, ya hear?!” “Mammon, I will personally rip out your throat if you don’t shut up!” “Oh yeah? Try it you little—”

“Asmo, you bastard! …Why couldn’t it have been me?!” “...I can’t believe I’m not as hungry as before.” “You’d better sleep with one eye open from now on motherf—“

“THAT’S IT!” A defining crash, the splintering of wood. Then silence. From the sound of things, Satan got to use a dining room chair first.

“…Mammmooonnn…”

And missed his intended target.

You were certain the others would do what they could to learn more about last night. But you wouldn’t say anything; neither would Asmo.

And if he happened to hug you closer before unfurling his wings while you snuggled closer…

Well, that was between the two of you and nobody else.

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weebsinstash · 5 years ago

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In The Dead of Night // incubus! Enji x F! Reader

gdsjbgksjdbgkdsjgb there’s not much I can say except… Happy Halloween!

tags/warnings for: monsterfucking? supernatural elements such as demons and lowkey magic bullshit, mindreading, reader being a big monsterloving thot, mild obsession i guess, just some downright nasty boning, along with some mutual pining

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Enji was a being whose existence could not be… properly understood.

In simple terms, human lore would dictate him as an incubus, a demonic creature who derived power from the feelings of lust and sexual desires of others. He traveled the world, feeding off of the energies of others. Entering the realm of one’s dreams was one particular method he used to hunt; to find a target, seduce them, and then debauch them until they’ve reached their most primal and honest selves, and then absorb the power in those urges and emotions for his own. He had warmed many beds, from lonely single parents to inexperienced little virgins, to creatures not always of human origin, other dark beings such as himself.

His own greed and thirst for excitement is insatiable, and even now, here he is again, on the prowl for his next meal. There isn’t anything especially noteworthy about this little town, though location didn’t always matter. Wherever he went, there were always going to be people who were… craving his company.

One such instance occurs from the very second he passed by the doors of a local supermarket, suddenly hitting with such a force that halts him in his tracks. A sweet, saccharine scent of pure need floods his senses, so potent and intoxicating he nearly feels drunk, all but drooling at the mouth. Oh, he absolutely must find the source of this sheer concentrated desire. It’s been too long since he had sensed something so coaxing, so alluring, making his every hair stand on end, skin practically tingling with anticipation as the demon all too eagerly begins his search. Now, where was his prey?

Produce and meats, aisle after aisle, so many auras of lust tickling Enji’s senses but none nearly as powerful as the one he chased like a drug. Blue eyes dart from face to face, countless thoughts being tuned in to, minds being read, all in a search for his target, ever so desperately needing to find them when—

Ah, there you are. You’re a pretty little thing, a woman all on her lonesome as you look over some pastries, briefly biting on your bottom lip. Modest dress hides all your lovely skin and curves from his wandering eyes as he took a moment to study you from afar, and he catches the subtle rub of your thighs together.

Your inner-monologue, as easy for him to read as an open book, is far from innocent.

God, I’ve been way too horny this week. If someone doesn’t fuck me soon, I think I might actually die. I NEED it. Why are there so many good-looking guys here today? So many big, tall ones too… Ahh, why am I eyeing up strangers like some kind of pervert?! God, am I a slut?

Oh, you will be once he’s done with you. You’re absent-mindedly glancing around when you manage to catch the demon’s eyes, and he smirks, slowly beginning to approach you as your internal dialogue shifts.

Shit, he’s coming this way! Does he think I was staring like some kind of weirdo? Was I making a face?…Jesus, though, this guy is HUGE, and handsome, fuck. He looks like his dick could split me in half like a Twix bar. And just look at those muscles—

“I saw you from afar,” Enji’s voice is suave and smooth. “and couldn’t help myself from coming over to say hello.”

Oh my god, his voice is so DEEP—

“H-hello!” You stutter out, radiating energies of lust like some kind of sex-scented candle. “It’s um, nice to meet you, sir.”

Oh god, am I sweating? I feel like I’m sweating. Jesus he is hot.

Enji can’t help but grin with pride, seeing how the smirk made you practically shiver and holding out his hand for a handshake, which you shyly reciprocate. “My name is Enji Todoroki. I’m visiting from another town.”

His hands are so big, oh my g-

“Nice to meet you, Todoroki. Uh, I’m Y/N. I live here. Just uh, getting groceries! I come here around once a week or so.” You try your hardest to casually smile, but it’s so, so obvious how nervous you are. Hell, even for a designated player like Enji, he’s finding it difficult to find words himself. “That basket there looks awfully full. Would you like me to carry it for you?”

You shake your head. “Oh no, I’m alright!”

“Are you sure? I’d be honored to do something nice for such a lovely young lady.”

Your aura becomes tinted pink and embarrassed, and your little awkward smile is just precious. “O-oh, thank-thank you, that’s… very kind of you to say.” Weight shifts back and forth on your feet as the demon observes your every motion and thought, reading you like a book, and he flashes another charming smile. “Well, if that’s too imposing, perhaps you’d like to grab some coffee together? Maybe dinner?”

The air practically vibrates with your flustered energy.

Am I… am I being hit on right now?

There’s a change in your body language, expression, tone, as you seem to withdraw from him a little bit.

I-I can’t just… go out with someone I don’t know… can I? I’ll-I’ll mess it up, or he won’t like me and I’ll get hurt, or he could be dangerous, or-or what if we go to have sex and—oh god I’m too embarrassed to even think about it.

“I’m uh, I’m sorry, I’m not really… available for a relationship right now,” You admit quietly, radiating guilt and yet, still, even through it, so much want and need as you denied yourself the chance to fulfill your many desires.

“Are you perhaps overthinking things?” Enji coaxes teasingly. “I can tell you’re interested. It doesn’t have to be anything serious, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

You make a face, if only for a moment.

Is… that his way of saying he wants to fuck me? Is that a good thing or a bad thing? And he’s so… forward about it. Oh god, but no one’s ever acted interested in me before. And he’s-he’s just so fucking hot, I-

“I-I shouldn’t,” You excuse again. “I-I don’t think I’m uh, what you’re looking for.”

“You don’t?” Enji takes your smaller hand in his own, letting his thumb rub across your smooth skin. “Well, neither of us will know unless you give it a chance.”

You’re so flustered, just from having him take your hand, and for a brief flash, the most naughty of imaginations quickly fly through your mind, like speeding through a tape. Dinner would go lovely, you both would get a little drunk, gentle flirting becoming heavier over time until the man would take you home and—

Oh my, you certainly were a little needy thing, weren’t you? So that’s some of the things you wanted done to you. He would certainly be happy to oblige.

But before he can say anything more, your modesty and, by extension, humiliation and shame, win control over you, and you take back your hand, touching your cheek to no doubt feel your very warm face. “I’m-I’m sorry, I-I can’t. But… enjoy-enjoy your visit in town, alright? Um… have a good day!!”

A swift retreat, almost an escape, as you quickly seem to head off to the front of the store to check-out and leave. Enji scowls at his failure, though he can sense the doubt and regret that immediately swirl in your heart.

Even if you didn’t want to ‘risk it’, part of you wished, very much so, that you had said yes.

Well, it wasn’t like he made all of his conquests on the first try, after all. Todoroki gratefully accepts your challenge; it would just make his victory all the sweeter when he finally claimed you.

Besides, now that he’s gotten a read on your soul, exchanging a gentle touch to mark you for his own, he’ll definitely be giving you quite the visit tonight.

There would be no running from him in your slumber, after all.

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Once again, you find yourself dreaming, this time finding yourself back in the supermarket as you scan over a crowd of men, biting your bottom lip. Arousal is stirring in your loins as you look at only the taller and more muscular ones, trying to decide which one of them you would choose as your target.

You’re horny, sexually-frustrated, and ready to fuck. It was just a matter of deciding which one of these figures of your imagination you could do it with. In all honesty, this was the closest thing to actual sex you could manage to get, but even if it wasn’t real, that didn’t make it all the more enjoyable. Without any consequences, without any gossip or awkward encounters or any nasty rumors to have to face, you could do whatever –or whomever—you wanted.

There’s a tap on your shoulder as you’re wondering which of these apparitions is the most endowed, spinning around with a widening of your eyes. It’s the red-haired stud from the super market, and despite never actually seeing said stranger without a shirt, his muscles are amazingly detailed and well-defined, enough to immediately ignite the need quivering in your belly.

“Hello again.” The words practically rumble and purr in his chest. “Care to grace me with your company this time around?”

You bite your lip. “I don’t know, it feels a little… I dunno, weird to have sexual fantasies about a real person, you know? I mean, I feel like I’m disrespecting you, or like, ignoring your—”

The hesitation comes to a halt as Enji tugs down his pants, your eyes widening as a thick and heavy cock bobs between his legs, already twitching with arousal and all but dripping with precum. You’re working off your bottoms immediately, practically racing to do so. “Alright, I’m sold,” Your surging lust is felt within every stitch of the fabric of your mind, and Todoroki feeds on it like a fine wine. “Morals be damned; dreams this hot don’t grow on trees.”

Strong hands push you back against a display behind you, lifting you up to sit on it and only accentuating the incubus’ height as he slots himself against you, his cock rubbing against your now bare pussy, a motion that felt so surreally delicious as you can’t help but let out a gasp. “Does my needy little girl need my cock to stuff her full?” Enji tests, taking your chin in his hand and tilting your eyes up to his own. Sure enough, without hesitation you wiggle your hips to rub your folds against him, running exploring fingers along his girth, pumping it with your hand.

“Yes,” You whine, practically glowing with want. “please fuck me, I need it.”

Enji smirks. People are always more honest in their dreams.

The pleasure you both feel as he spends what feels like ages pounding into your cunt is only a fraction of what it could be if you had accepted his offer in the waking world, but it’s still enough for the two of you to chase after the euphoria like a couple of rabbits.

“Harder…!” You breathe as Todoroki has you on your hands and knees, his hips slapping into yours as he took you from behind. “Please, fuck me harder…!”

He just chuckles, all too happy to oblige is he forces your face down into what had become soft bedding, adjusting the angle of your hips, watching you twist the sheets with your fingers as his cock teased against your womb with each thrust. You let out your voice for him so eagerly, encouraging him on with your words, such a far cry from that shy little thing he had met earlier in the hours of daylight.

As you cum, continuing to thrust yourself back onto his cock, the demon is sure of it. It’s only a matter of time before he chips away at your resolve and claims your body, your soul, for real.

Until then, though… seeing you like this was pretty entertaining as well.

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The handsome man keeps visiting your dreams night after night, leaving you a sweating, horny mess every time you awake. Your realm of dreams would dissipate as you’re dragged awake by an alarm or just natural insomnia, insatiable as you take your vibrator to tease yourself until your clit went numb, completely unaware that in his own domain, Enji frantically jerked his cock to the point thick jizz coated his stomach and chest at the thought of how sweetly you begged for him.

But at some point it became more than just mindless sex. You would be running around in your dreams, having fun, having an adventure, and you’d always love when he joined you. Exploring the deepest depths of a magical ocean, walking through a forest with plants sporting more colors than one could ever imagine, even chaotic, playful little things like pulling pranks or even committing grand heists that would even make actions movies jealous. Dreams… that were fun, that showed the sense of wonder and whimsy in your heart and its longing for excitement.

Now, he wasn’t just your fuckbuddy anymore; he somehow became your partner, your lover, your friend. Whenever the incubus visited you again, he would be thorough in scouring through your every thought and memory, pleased to see you longed for his touch as he longed for yours, desperate to know when you planned to go out again in the world of the living so he may have another chance to seduce you. In a few days, you intended to go back to the market for more food, and yet buried in your more responsible thoughts of nourishing yourself, he found an ember, a spark of hope that maybe, if that handsome red-headed stranger was miraculously there, that you would have the courage to speak to him again. He’s already there waiting for you before you even walk through the automated doors, perfectly positioning himself by snacks that he knows you like. Endlessly diving through your thoughts has told him multitudes of things about you, actually.

He can feel your presence before you even approach, locked onto your unique essence like a bloodhound, all but shivering as it grew stronger and more concentrated with your coming approach. Tingles dance across his skin as the act of turning your eyes on him is near tangible, yet you hang back, and he can feel your energy waver with fear, anxiety. Poor thing, you’re too nervous to come and say hello. You’re embarrassed by the fact you’ve been dreaming of riding his cock almost every single night.

And that nervous behavior is only amplifying, spreading, and Enji’s head whips around to only barely catch you all but run away to another aisle. Wait, no, come back darling, don’t run–!!!!

You’re distracting yourself by looking at snacks when he makes the show of oh so coincidentally coming down the same aisle, and your eyes flit up to see him approaching, flashing a quick, nervous smile before quickly ducking your head back down again, faking the act of seeming lost in thought, when in reality you’re panicking. What do you say?! What do you do?! You didn’t expect him to actually be here, even though you had secretly hoped for it! Ahhhh, he probably caught you staring or something! He probably thinks you’re some kind of freak! Or an easy lay! Maybe he just thinks you’re an idiot, so he can just jump in bed with you and then ghost!

Well, it wasn’t like you NEEDED some grand show of affection or anything, but you weren’t really keen on the idea of being some quick fuck before being dropped like a rock.

“Hello again.”

The inflection in his voice is exactly like it was from your dream, the one you had the day the red-haired man had first appeared before you. You have to stifle a shiver that tried to inch up your spine, keeping your eyes mostly on the shelving before you. “H-hey there. How uh, how are you liking the town?”

“It’s been… welcoming.” He gives you a smile that makes you weak in the knees, so much like the one you see almost every night. “I have to admit, I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately. I’d still very much like to get together sometime.”

Oh, trust me, we’ve been ‘getting together’ a lot lately, pal.

Enji forces down a snicker at your inner thought, his amusement quickly drained by your obvious discomfort. Was he not handsome? Was he not charming? It was only escapist fantasy, of course, but how could you be so smitten and attached to him in your dreams only to completely shun him when he’s standing right in front of you?

“I… think I need some more time to think about it.” You admit quietly. “I don’t really, you know… have experience spending time with other adults. At least… not like that.”

“Well, everyone has to start somewhere, don’t they? Everyone deserves to enjoy themselves, after all.”

…You don’t really mean that. You just want to get in my pants. I-I bet you’d say anything I wanted to hear.

Ugh, you’re being so stubborn! Too cautious, annoyingly so! Enji refuses to let frustration show on his face, instead pulling out a pad of pen and paper. “If you change your mind, be sure to give me a call, alright? This is my number.”

You seem hesitant to even take it as the older man gently takes your hand to place the note in your fingers, being sure to rub his thumb over your soft skin, so much more warm and alive than what he could ever feel in a dream. Surely he’s getting closer to winning you over? Surely you’ll let him into your bed before much longer, right…?

Todoroki gives your hand another squeeze before, of course, you pull away. Your heavy hesitation all but vibrates the air, and you open your mouth like you want to say something, anything—

But you just close those pretty lips and simply smile, something small and not nearly what Enji had been hoping for. You give a bow of your head, turning around rather quickly, taking off again and leaving the man to don a nasty scowl. They say patience is a virtue, but even if he longed for you, craved for you, a sinner such as he only had so much of it to spare. Well, it wasn’t like that little scrap of paper was just that, anyways. Go ahead, take that note back home with you, make him wait longer if you so wish. But now he’ll know where to find you. You have been marked by him, after all, and he’ll follow your delectable little soul for as long as it takes.

Of course, as time marches on, the idea of how much longer being his choice becomes more and more tempting. He’s not sure how many more nights he’ll be able to control himself. Your dreams were a little treat to be sure, but now, he’s ready for the full course meal.

A far cry from the grocery store encounter of hours ago, you all but jump into his arms when it’s time for your evening rendezvous.

“You ran from me today.” Enji mumbles quietly, sounding irritated, and you just hold onto him with a hug, trying to bury your face in his chest to hide yourself. “I know,” You whimper. “I-I was too scared. I’ve-I’ve built you up as this big fantasy, but I’ll meet the real thing and you won’t be the same. Well, I mean, I know it won’t be the same, you aren’t real, but… I’ll get hurt or-or disappointed and…” Loneliness and depression wafts off you like a putrid scent. “… and then I might not even dream about you anymore. You won’t spend time with me or-or hold me anymore…”

“But I will be the same!” He coaxes, taking your face in his hands, using his thumb to swipe away your trickling tears. “Just give me a chance. You know I want you, and I know you want me.”

“I-I know… I think?” You shake your head. “But… that’s exactly what a dream would say. You’re just saying what I want to hear. Maybe-maybe this is just another sign I need to stop. I-I don’t know if this is healthy for—”

Enji pulls you into a kiss that silences your worries, scooping you off the ground to sit in his arms as the demon held you aloft. It’s not just a show of his strength, but a showing of support, of his willingness to comfort you, which wasn’t something he could say about many people. “Then let me prove my desire for you. Next time we meet, next time you see me outside of your dreams, just talk to me. There’s nothing to gain from you fleeing like a little rabbit.”

You just bite your lip, and the demon can feel your doubt. “Ok… I guess I’ll try…” You mumble quietly, and you seem to take a glance between him and the floor from which your feet no longer touched, biting your lip in an expression he had come to recognize very, very well. “So hey… do you wanna maybe… you know…”

He knows that tone, and you don’t even need to finish before you’re laid down for yet another session of receiving his deep, passionate love.

Recently, and quite often, your dreams with the stranger have begun shifting to a certain scene in particular, one that always seemed to solidify and form even if you wished to go elsewhere. It was a grand bedroom decorated with rich crimson and ebony tones, leaving you settled on a truly massive bed on which your companion would constantly claim you. There’s a window so enormous that it practically took up an entire wall, its curtains parted open so that the several moons shone their gentle light down upon the pair of you. It feels so real, so believably soft as you lie on your stomach, naked body settling into the comforters with Enji bringing himself up onto an elbow, letting his fingers trail over your back in a tender caress. Your breathing is soft, relaxed, and his blue eyes can’t tear away.

It’s always in this room where he seems… different to you, something about him almost… supernatural.

“You make me dread the sun.” The demon rumbles quietly, snapping you out of your thoughts and earning a look of confused curiosity as his fingers comb through your hair. “To have you leave when you awaken for the day, to no longer feel your warmth beside me. It’s… becoming too much for me to bear.”

The mattress shifts as you roll onto your side, giving the redhead your full attention. “What do you mean?” There’s a sort of twinkle in your eyes, something almost intrigued, hopeful for his answer, and the incubus leans into you, placing a gentle kiss to your shoulder before laying his head into his hand.

“I think… I want to take you home.”

A small laugh graces his ears, a flustered and giddy little giggle along with your pretty smile. “Yeah? And what then?”

Enji chuckles, adoring the clear interest in your expression. “You would never want for anything,” The man begins. “You would live in a palace within a kingdom of eternal night, a realm unlike yours which I call my home.” Fingers gently grazes your soft cheek. “In my kingdom, the sun would never take you from me again.”

The romanticism of that thought makes your heart swell, and yet your adventurous nature is tempted out of you. “A palace? Is that where we are now?”

He seems disappointed, shaking his head. “No, it’s only a cheap imitation, although I… hope to show you the real thing someday very soon.” There’s a look in his eyes you can’t place. “Would you allow me that? Would you come with me, to my home?”

Everything seems to quiver as you close your eyes, and he can feel anguish bury itself in your heart as you close your eyes with a running of tears.

“I would… if you were real.”

Like that, in an instant, he’s shoved away. His hands reach for you only for you to disappear, slipping through his fingers as, with a blink, he’s back home.

You had woken yourself up. Having to look at him was… just too painful.

——————-

There must be something you’re doing to prevent yourself from dreaming, because your incubus lover hasn’t seen you for weeks and Enji is starting to get absolutely positively fucking SICK of it.

It was like you would just catch a glance at him and force your eyes shut, concentrating and trying until you opened them to reality, forcing him away from you, blocking out his connection to your mind, denying him your presence. Had you figured out that he was real? No… that couldn’t be possible, but you wouldn’t even give him the opportunity to read your thoughts, you had constantly fled from him so swiftly. He would call out for you, only for you to force yourself awake. You would be running in a field of flowers only for him to offer you a bouquet and you seemed all but ready to cry.

His patience wore thin when, for the first time since he began courting you, you were in the arms of another man. Not an actual one, simply an apparition of your own thoughts, but to hear you make those sweet cries for anything other than him… it made the demon angry.

Your guard is lowered as you’re lost in thought wondering where your dreams will lead you next when a grip that felt all too real clamps down on your wrist, pulling you forward and holding you hostage as the menacing man leans down to look you in the eye. “I tire of these games, girl,” The redhead snarls, pupils becoming more cat-like, fierce slits that bore holes through you, while some of his teeth seem much sharper than before. “Don’t you dare run from me again, understood?”

It’s shocking, how his demeanor had changed, enough to keep you from trying to wake yourself up. He has your attention. Good.

“You’re planning to go shopping again tomorrow, correct?”

He waits for you to nod before continuing; you were planning to pick up some things…

“I’m only going to say this once, so listen well.” The incubus instructs firmly. “Around noon, I’ll be waiting for you outside the store. I’ll have flowers. I’m going to ask you to dinner, and I’m not going to take no for an answer. Make sure to actually show up so you may accept.”

An obvious aura of humor wafts out from you. You’re thinking this is ridiculous; you’re inwardly taunting yourself for having such a ��self-indulgent’ dream. That means you’re not taking him seriously. Perhaps he can’t blame you. Perhaps he hasn’t been direct enough with you. You’ve become so complacent with accepting an existence that you thought wasn’t alive but catered to your needs to the point you weren’t willing to give that up in favor of an actual person.

Well, not that Enji was a person, or even human.

“Do you understand what I’ve told you? Are you going to meet with me tomorrow?”

Silence is his answer. He can feel the shakings and distortions of you attempting to wake yourself up, but with a flex of his powers, the incubus wouldn’t allow it.

“I said, are you going?”

You sigh, and he can sense all the conflictions in your heart. The doubt, the guilt, the self-shaming, the loneliness, the yearning—

“Alright… alright, I’ll go.”

Todoroki grins, feeling his goal creep ever closer.

“Good. I’ll see you there.”

———–

As the sun rose, you woke up in your bed, skin coated with sweat as your heart raced. Another night, another self-fulfilling dream that had seemed so vibrant and detailed that it made you long for more. At least at night there would be someone to hold you, even as you felt the shame in knowing that someone was just… some sort of twisted perversion of someone who you could hardly talk to without getting unbearably flustered.

It was so impossible to try and make eye contact with a man who’s lap you dreamed of riding in almost every night, after all. You feel like such a weird pervert that you can’t even sum up the courage to face the real thing. Maybe all these urgings of the redhead in your dreams was your subconscious trying to tell you to take the leap? Or were you just… sick and wanting someone to like you so much that you were developing some kind of complex? Yeah, you meant to go grocery shopping today anyways, but would that make you a freak for wishing what was said in the dream to come true? Or would not leaving make you some sort of delusional loser who believed in their own obviously fake dreams?

At the end of the day, you were too anxious to even leave your house, and even worse, you don’t even want to sleep because of, hilariously enough, being afraid of getting scolded by your dream stud. You’re awake into the deepest hours of the night from the nerves alone, until eventually, your eyelids begin to grow heavy. This is so stupid. Why avoid sleep because you don’t want to disappoint a figment of your own imagination? Maybe you should start seeing a therapist for… whatever it is you’ve been imagining all these weeks.

The rain is soft and gentle outside your window, the moon full in the sky as you slowly, but surely, fall asleep.

It’s the crimson room again, the one Enji has taken you to so many times before, with some noticeable changes. You’re in the massive bed alone, and at its foot, a luxurious recliner was positioned to observe, and sitting in it is Enji, much different than you’ve ever seen him. His pupils are catlike, proud black horns jutting out from that striking red hair, a spaded tail flicking back and forth as it hung over the chair. The clothing he wore is no longer casualwear from the human culture you knew and grew up with, but instead a rich scarlet robe with designs and embellishments that screamed something akin to royalty, perfectly matching the gilded wineglass in his hand as he swirled a liquid inside of it.

He doesn’t look pleased.

“You disobeyed me, again.” The demon’s tone is flat. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised at this point. I haven’t been trying hard enough with you, apparently.”

You blink with surprise, taking in his appearance again and again, from those curved horns to the bare, muscular chest peeking out from the gaps in his robes. “Why uh,” It’s hard to find your words as you observe this… monster? Not that you minded his beastly traits. “why are you uh… looking like that?” You’re made to wait for an answer until he’s done with his sip of wine, setting it down on the arm of his recliner as he stood. “This is how I always look; I simply disguise myself for you. Humans tend to be disgusted by these… features of mine.”

Enji cocks a brow as you bite your lip, looking him over him head to toe once more. Oh… he knows that look. A broad smirk grows on the incubus’ face as he adjusts his robe, beginning to approach the bed with a confident saunter. “You like this appearance of mine? It arouses you?”

The answer to that question is obvious as you’re suddenly too embarrassed to look him in those deep blues of his. He’s just radiating power, his entire presence dominating the room, and if it wasn’t something that had already been established, something that you wouldn’t mind dominating you. “Aren’t you full of lovely surprises!” Your inhuman lover can only laugh mirthfully, taking a knee upon the plush mattress as he slowly begins to crawl towards you, your stomach clenching in aroused apprehension. Each movement is slow, deliberate, building the tension and your excitement as he draws closer, closer, closer.

When he’s finally reached you, his massive body hovering over yours, Enji cups your face, forcing you to keep his gaze as something flashes in those unnaturally blue eyes.

“Now then, no more running around playing pretend. Wake up.”

The next thing you know, your eyes snap open to the familiar sight of your bedroom, with one noticeable addition that makes you jerk upright in bed. Silver moonlight beaming through your window perfectly frames the large figure standing at the footboard, one you could never forget, with his statuesque physique and monstrous features. A harsh pinch to your own arm and the subsequent pain that follows quickly dismisses the possibility of this being a dream.

“Oh fuck, you’re–” Your voice cracks with shock as you can’t help but blink over and over. “You’re… real?”

His low chucking baritone is just as you’ve heard in your dreams so many times before, the same scarlet robe he had just worn in your dreams slipping off of his broad shoulders.

“As real as the bedding you’re about to receive, my naughty little pet.”

There’s no denying the way those words make your thighs tremble, but you still have so many questions. “How… why… what…” Words come and go with little weight, your head still spinning as your bed creaks with a weight that is very much present. Inside your chest, your heart is like a war drum, pounding fast and hard with excitement, fear, joy, confusion, too many emotions for you to even name. Your hand trembles as you reach out for him, and you flinch when your fingers touch the solid form of his arm.

He’s real, he’s here, and he stays put to let you run your hand up and down his arm, simply feeling his skin. It’s so warm, so much warmer and comforting than your dreams could replicate, everything so much more detailed than you could have ever wished. You could feel his skin, smell his cologne, hear the rustling of the fabric of your bedspread as he slowly pulls it off of your body.

And then your embarrassment hits, your hands immediately slapping over your face. You’ve said so many things to him, done so many things to him!! There’s so many many MANY things you’ve done because you figured he was fake!! But he’s real, and he’s seen EVERYTHING!!! You don’t know if you want to be mad at him, mad at yourself, or burst into tears from sheer humiliation!

But his hand moves to cup your cheek, an action he’s done so many times before but this time incomparable. The moment you share staring into each other’s eyes is quiet, an unspoken tenderness embedded within it, a silent understanding. He knew all about you, and he was still here. You couldn’t even fathom ever resisting as he pulls you into the first real kiss the two of you have ever had together, strong arms cradling you closer, a hand on the back of your head so you could press himself to you as the embrace became more intense with each passing moment. A literal purr every bit as beastly as the horns on his head or the tail that caressed your leg escapes the demon’s mouth as the kiss breaks, his hands moving to rub your hips in an unspoken encouragement.

“So, my darling,” Enji murmurs with airs of his long-repressed desires that ghost out with every breath. “are you ready?”

The palms of your hands slowly smooth over his pecs as if to confirm he’s still there before your eyes flit up, filled with that familiar sparkle that he had come to know and love as you could hardly hide your barely-contained excitement.

“God, yes.”

Hands push you onto your back without any hesitation, raising your arms over your head to help as your lover pulls off your sleepshirt, exposing your bare chest to eager fingers. Todoroki trails deep, sensual kisses from your neck downwards, claiming your collarbones, your breasts, his mouth latching onto one pert nipple to suckle, the other being rolled around under his thumb as they’re teased to sensitive hardness. His cheeks hollow out with the suction, those sharp teeth even lightly biting to send a sting of pleasure up your spine and straight to your cunt, throbbing and pulsing and begging for attention as your hips squirm. Your legs part wider in a silent invitation, and Enji’s eyes open to narrow at you teasingly as your nipple leaves his mouth with a wet smack.

“Oh, does my naughty girl want her cute little pussy touched?”

A visible shudder wracks your body, and you reach down to start tugging off your shorts, his hands quickly replacing yours as the fabric quite literally tears under his strength, but you don’t care, you can’t even think of caring as a thick digit slowly trails up your slit, barely touching it in an agonizing, tingling tickle. It takes every last ounce of his control not to start driving his fingers into your soaked folds as you let out a whine. Enji just smirks. “You’ll have to use your words, pet. You’ve made me wait so long, after all; the least you can do is use your pretty voice to beg.”

This was so much easier when you thought he was a figment of your imagination. Your mouth open and only a squeak comes out, entire body burning with humility. The demon’s grin grows wider. “Come now, darling, it’s not like you haven’t said plenty of absolutely filthy things to me before.”

He’s right and you hate it, but somehow, there’s something liberating about that. “Please touch me, Enji.” You whimper softly. “Please… I need you…”

His tail sways back and forth behind him, and you can feel his arousal grow. “Again.”

You let your fingers trail up the arm that’s supporting his weight as he leans over you. “Please touch my pussy,” Your cheeks burn to even say it. “I want you so bad, Enji. I want you to make me cum.”

Two fingers slip inside of you and curl upwards, little wet noises escaping as his hand begins to dip back and forth. God, his fingers are so much thicker than yours, and he’s determined in driving them upwards against a particular patch of your gummy insides that makes your legs twitch and shake. It’s like he’s using all the strength in his arm to fuck those digits into you, and when his thumb roughly swipes over your clit to begin rolling it around, a little gush of your juices coats his hand. The purr that rumbles through him is… intense, and he’s lowering himself to swipe his tongue over your little pearl as his fingers continue to rock into you, licking and suckling like he’s determined to make you burst.

“Fuck, Enji–!!” Your hands find those menacing horns, and they make proper handles as you pull him further into your cunt and keep him there. A chuckle rumbles against your clit as he adds another finger, the motions of his hand so swift that he’s practically rocking your bed with that alone. The pressure inside of you is beginning to build, like a dam ready to break, a knot pulling tighter, your self-control about to completely disappear. He can feel it in your aura, your energy, your force about to overflow.

Those blue eyes never leave you for a moment as he nurses your clit to a strong orgasm, your thighs trembling and shaking, pressing against his cheeks while those fingers withdraw, watching your cunt pulse and throb and buzz, clenching around nothing, leaking and wet. It’s a sight that makes his cock ache with desire, and he’s dribbling precum as he pulls the neglected organ out. There’s an obvious sense of approval in your eyes as you watch it teasingly nudge and prod against your cunt, wanting it to sink into you, spread you open and plunge into you until you could feel it in your throat. If the tenseness in his shoulders and that smoulder in his stare is anything to go by, Todoroki feels the same.

“No…” He murmurs, glancing around your admittedly shabby room. “No, not here.”

You’re not even sure what he means, but his hand moves over your face, covering your eyes, and a violent shudder wracks through you, though you aren’t sure why. It’s only when that hand retreats that you realize why it felt like the very temperature of your room itself seemed to change.

It’s no longer your room you’re in. It’s that iconic black and scarlet room of night, HIS room, darker than usual by clouds covering the moon but accosted by the glimmering light of candles on almost every surface, rose petals all over the floor, the bed, even perfectly framing where you lay. Nails threaten to break your skin as you pinch yourself again, harder and harder before the incubus takes your hand away. “Are you going to do that every time?”

You’re amazed you can speak. “Can you even blame me?”

That earns you one of his deep, amused laughs. “I suppose not.”

The soft fat of your thighs squishes under his fingers as broad hands hook under your knees, pushing your legs up, presenting your pussy just for him. You can feel his pre drip down onto your folds as he rubs his cock against you once more, getting your slick over it’s throbbing, veined surface. “I would go slow to savor this,” Enji begins, his eyes containing a twinkle. “but I think we both know neither of us want that.”

You nod, feeling like your heart could explode from the tension and excitement. If you don’t get that fat dick inside of you right now, you might actually cry.

Enji snickers. “Well, we can’t have you in tears, now can we? At least, not from that.”

You’re hit with the epiphany of his powers of intrusion before that invasion becomes literal, physical, his cock finally sheathing itself in your hot, wet cunt, and the incubus groans. The bold ridge where it met the head of his cock pulls and tugs on your folds as he thrusts, slow but deep, gaining speed with each push of his hips. Oh god, he feels so much bigger, thicker, better than you could ever imagine, and he comes off of sitting on his knees to fuck further into you, grazing your cervix, supporting his weight by his hands on your knees. A wanton moan falls from your lips as you let your head fall back against an irresistibly soft pillow, trying to flatten your back to let his dick pump into you at a different angle.

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking good…!” The friction is mind-numbing as you feel his heavy balls slap against you, making it harder to breathe as you can feel each thrust in your belly. Your already sensitive pussy clenches and trembles around him, dragging against the cock stuffing you full while your fluids eased every dip. From above you, Todoroki groans constantly, keeping his rhythm steady and fast, never giving you a moments rest. Your toes curl as you feel another climax approaching, and he never falters to fuck you through it, getting faster and rougher as you spasm and squirt around his dick. Pleasurable tingles and warmth roll over your body as he keeps assaulting your cunt, and your voice gets louder, louder. Underneath you the mattress shakes, your entire body rocking back and forth as he rails your tight hole for all it’s worth.

“Does my adorable little slut want my seed?” Enji purrs, leaning his face closer to yours, practically on top of you as he moves his hands to your hips, your legs held in the air by his thighs, holding your squirming waist in place for his mating press. “All you have to do is say it, and I’ll claim that fertile womb of yours.”

Just those words alone make you want to burst, and your hands grip his shoulders for support as you can hardly even breathe. “Please Daddy,” Your voice is such a pitifully begging whine. “Please cum in my pussy…! I want your cum in my pussy…!!!”

That riled him up like nothing else. Enji mashes his lips against yours, lavishing your tongue with his own as he rails your tight sopping cunt, thrusting into you so deeply that your juices wet his thighs. You sob with bliss, walls constricting as another orgasm massages his cock, and the headboard is cracking against the wall while he rubs your clit. “Such a good girl,” He growls out, his grip on the bedsheets threatening to tear them. “deserves… a nice… reward….!!”

Hot jizz spits from the demon’s cock as he fucks every last drop into you, splashing against your pussy, coating your cervix and threatening to seep into your uterus, to corrupt your very core with his inhuman seed. Enji refuses to pull out and you refuse to let him, your trembling legs hooking around his waist, your hands reaching for his neck to pull him close to you. His hips are still rocking forwards as you kiss, thick white cream spilling from your used, quivering pussy with every motion.

With his conquest finally made, his long-desired needs sated, the incubus is purring like a kitten as he tucks you against his chest, rolling you both onto your sides to hold one another. A break in the clouds lets a gentle glow seep through the parted canopy, and he swears you look like a goddess as it graces your blissed-out face, panting softly as your heart tried to recover. He feels nothing but adoration as you cuddle into him, letting him bury his nose in your hair, even just your scent bringing him comfort; your real, actual scent, and not some cheap imitation.

“So,” You breath out softly, swallowing to try and bring some moisture to your dried throat. “…what now?”

An innocent question, one the man already had an answer to.

“Now? We rest.” He pets your head with genuine tenderness, reaching to help pull the silken covers over your exhausted body. “And for once, when you awake, I’ll still have you here by my side.”

You yawn, feeling slumber beckoning you once more.

“Sounds perfect.”

#my stuff #not really yandere so idk what to tag it honestly #endeavor x reader #bnha x reader #idk man #leave me alone it is NOT midnight here and thus november it is STILL HALLOWEEN IN MY HEART SHUT UP I TOTALLY MADE MY DEADLINE OK ;C;

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