#Yandere demon X reader

[heartfullofleeches]

Male Secretary Darling is required by company policy to wear a sweater only when he has genuinely important business to go over with his demonic coworkers because otherwise they're too busy sharing at his tits to retain an information he gives-

"Forecast details a blood moon this evening. Its wise to expect a summoning from those cultist.... I have aspirin at my desk if you require it afterwards."

"Okay."

"There's also the matter of that young groom who wants out of his pact with you for he has fallen for his bride to be. He claims you may have his mistress as penance."

"Fascinating."

"A human soul has possessed one of our printers. Would you like me to-"

"Okay."

"....Sir? Not to be offend you or anything, but you are aware you have more than two parts of eyes, yes? Must you use all of them to stare at my chest?"

".....As your employer, I have no need to answer such ridiculous questions."

[monstersholygrail]

very classic but summoning a demon to fuck you and he gets a little obsessed 🙏

Imagine Himbo Demon was one day just casually going about his business, torturing a mortal with the agonizing act of small talk when suddenly a flash of white explodes across his vision. The next thing he knows he’s standing in a magical circle of your own design and he can’t get out.

You ask if he’s an incubus and that’s when he notices the book in your hand, ‘How to Summon Incubi With Your Friends: The Party Guide.’ He also looks you over and notices how painstakingly pretty you are and thinks… he could be an incubus.

That night he has what he claims as the best sex of his eternal life, no doubt about it. The way your body moved as you rode him within an inch of his life made him swear he was being taken back to heaven. The way you tasted sweeter than the finest nectar till it burned permanently into his senses. Every last bit of you was addicting.

When the summoning spell’s time was coming to a close, the demon actually felt an ache at the idea of leaving you and your sweet, sweet holes. He tried to reach for you once more but with a flash of white he was back in hell. His heart and his cock aching for you.

The minute he can he’s scouring hell’s library for the book he saw in your grasp. He reads it like a man possessed, ironically, looking for the spell you must’ve used.

As he’s reading the book, an Incubus just so happens to look over at him. Sensing eyes on him he looks up and their gazes meet. The Incubus reads the cover of the book he has and his eyes widen. He begins slowly inching away from Himbo Demon before turning and quickly rushing off.

Himbo Demon tilts his head, curious as to why the Incubus gave such a reaction. But after a moment of brief confusion, he goes back to reading the book. His eyes brightening as he finds the spell.

That night he clumsily performs the spell. His mind foggy with lust. His cock red, angry, and dripping with precum as he thinks about drowning in your holes, lapping up your essence like it’s the only food he’ll ever need and then fucking you until you’re raw and swollen, only to soothe any pain with his tongue.

Himbo demon growls, reaching down and lazily stroking his cock with one hand and performing the spell with the other. Somehow by a true miracle, it works. He appears back in the same fading circle he appeared in last time. His eyes ignite with feral need and his gaze flickers around the low-lit room before a door opens and you come waltzing in wearing nothing but a towel.

“Miss me, baby?” He snarls in excitement, knowing now he has a way to keep coming back to you.

You yelp, jerking back against the wall in surprise. Not expecting the demon to be here again but you’re not exactly upset about it either. Himbo Demon smiles wickedly, but in truth he’s just so happy to see you! He moves at the speed of lightning and he’s on you in an instant. His tall lithe body caging you in against the wall. You exhale shakily, your body tingling with need and your belly churning with arousal as you glance down at his fat cock bobbing and dribbling with his own arousal.

The scent of you floods Himbo Demon’s senses and he growls, fangs flashing in the moonlight that peaks in from the window. Feeling beyond thrilled that the spell worked. That he can go to you whenever he feels like it now. So long as you keep the summoning circle up, that is. But he’s too focused on your new easy access to even try and realize that.

“Don’t worry, sweet human. I’ve found my way back to you and your glorious body. From now on we shall never be parted and I can properly fuck your weak mortal shell ragged as much as I desire. And there is much… much desire,” Himbo Demon rasps heatedly, looking down at you with a fire in his eyes.

Before you can even think to respond, the demon is shredding your towel into two, revealing your body to him in all its glory. He barely takes the time to appreciate the view and suddenly he’s pressing into, rubbing his length along the height of your belly.

And you know this is the start of a wild adventure. One you’re sure is bound to last more than another night.

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Demon x Gloomy! Reader

As much as you'd like to spend the rest of your life secluded away from the world, you need money. Conveniently enough, a new detective agency in town is hiring, and the salary is ridiculously good. The catch? Oh, you'll see once you sign the contract right...here. Congratulations! You've sealed a lifetime bond with their one and only employee, a demon from the depths of Hell!

Content: female reader, monster romance, dark humor, perverted goat demon yandere, based on ‘Yondemasuyo, Azazel-San’

[Part 2] [Monster masterlist]

There’s still enough time to go back, you think. It’s loud and crowded and you’d rather be home. The temptation is beginning to creep its tendrils over your mind, so you quickly pull out your phone and check your bank account. The numbers remind you why you’re here in the first place: if you don’t get a job soon, you’ll run out of savings.

Come on, it can’t be that bad. In fact, it’s the best offer you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Minimal interaction with humans, short hours, and absurdly good pay. A new detective agency opened in your town and they’re looking for an assistant. A regular person would most likely be put off by such shady circumstances. There must be a catch, but you couldn’t care less either way. What are they going to do, kill you? Sell your organs on the black market? They’d spare you the time to plan your own demise.

You climb the stairs and knock on the door. A deep voice tells you to enter, and you sheepishly make your entrance. The office is rather small and somewhat cramped, with stacks of papers scattered over the floor. Behind the desk sits a man – maybe in his thirties? – with messy black hair, sunken eyes, and an irked expression. Is this the detective? He looks like an angry thug. Not that you’re one to judge, given your overall gloomy aura that deters passersby with ease.

“Yes?” he asks curtly, not even looking up from his book.

“I’m here for the job offer. The assistant role?”

“Ah, yeah. Completely forgot about that.” He rummages through his drawer and pulls out a sheet of paper, slapping it on the desk. “Here’s the details. Same as in the ad. Here’s where you sign. Do you have questions?”

“Hmm, I guess not.” You hum, indifferent, and scribble your name.

The man finally glances at you, faint intrigue on his face.

“This went unexpectedly smoothly. What if it was a scam?”

“Then what?” You stare him in the eye with a flaccid smile. “There’s nothing to take from me. If it is a scam indeed, you’ll be the one disappointed in the end.”

His eyes narrow in an eerie grin, and he stands up.

“Perfect match.”

“Excuse me?”

He walks towards a secondary room and waits for you to follow him. Once you’ve joined, he turns on the lights, and you immediately notice a strange seal painted on the floor: Geometric symbols resembling a pentagram, surrounded by words in a language you don’t understand. You’re carefully observing the strange sight, so entranced that you don’t sense the detective lifting your hand and casually piercing your finger with a small scalpel.

Before you can react to the sudden attack, he presses your hand onto the contract you’d signed earlier. You wince in pain and swiftly pull your hand away, glaring at the man.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you demand angrily.

“I thought I’d already introduce you to the main tool we use to solve our cases.”

The sigil on the ground begins to glow and the edges move in a circular motion. A black ooze erupts from the center, rapidly expanding outwards. You glue yourself to the wall for safety, unsure of what is happening.

A clawed hand emerges from the cursed muck, grabbing onto the edges for support. Within seconds, a creature crawls its way out. A humanoid figure with curled horns and long locks, its body ending with goat hooves instead of legs, stands up and stretches before your terrified self. You tighten your jaw in anticipation.

“You always summon me during my best naps, damn it!” the demon barks.

The detective approaches the monster, completely unconcerned, and slaps its horns nonchalantly, earning a groan from the demon.

“Skip the unnecessary whining. This is our new assistant and your owner as of now.” He explains, dangling the contract before the horned creature and pointing a finger in your direction.

“The fuck? You said you’d end the deal if I completed that mission. You lied to me, you-!” the beast finally notices your presence and abruptly stops. “Well then, what do we have here?”

A wide, perverted smile replaces his frown, sharp fangs glistening with malice.

“Aren’t you a miserable one! You reek of apathy”, the demon exclaims, clacking his hooves in your direction. “Boy oh boy, I could just eat you up! Tell me your name.”

You open your mouth, but no sound comes out. You wonder if this is some bizarre dream after all. The demon clamps your lips back shut.

“Tempting offer, but I don’t need head right now. Save the gesture for later, alright? Let’s try again: Name!”

Your brows furrow in disbelief at his crass insolence.

“I-it’s (Y/N).” you finally manage to blurt out.

He strokes your head lovingly, as if he’s praising some house pet.

“Good girl. You can call me Zzy.”

For a moment, you completely forgot about the detective being in the same room. He places the demon under a firm hold and shoves him away from you, then hands you a thick, leathered book.

“This is his grimoire. Read it once you’re home. First day is tomorrow unless you need more time.”

“Tomorrow is fine”, you answer in a daze, fumbling to find the exit and ignoring the horned monster waving at you enthusiastically.

You’re lying in bed, still a little shaken from the events you witnessed earlier today. A detective agency that uses a demon to solve matters, and you’ve just been coerced into selling your soul for a lifetime bond with him. You sigh in exhaustion. At least the pay is good, you tell yourself as you trace your fingers over the old text of the grimoire:

“Great President of Hell, ruling three legions of demons. Brings insanity or great sorrow to any person the conjurer wishes. Feeds on sadness and fear. Causes people to end their life.”

Hard to believe that depraved buffoon holds such power. Although it does explain, at least, why the detective was eager to use you as a replacement. Or why the demon showed such intense interest.

“Who’s a buffoon?”

The voice is so close that you feel its hot breath on your ear. You scream and jump back in panic, tumbling out of the bed and scrambling onto the floor. You rub your eyes just to make sure: the half-goat creature is lounging under your sheets, gazing at you with a bored expression.

“Christ! I thought you’re not allowed to leave the office?” you inquire, baffled.

“That’s why I snuck this in your pocket!” he says as he procures a small coin. “I can track down cursed items. Hehe~”

As if remembering a vital detail, he throws himself up and joins you on the ground:

“Oh, but don’t tell Mr. Detective about it, or he’ll feed me to the dogs. It’s our secret.” he pleads, hands put together in a praying gesture.

“What are you even doing here?”

“I figured it’d be useful if we got to know each other as soon as possible, seeing as we’ll be working together from now on.”

“And it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

“Well…I also got really horny thinking of you and decided to just visit instead. How about a quick fuck?”

“Absolutely not. Eat a raw potato or something.”

“Don’t be like that! At least let me touch your boobs. Help a partner out, eh?”

Perhaps being scammed was not the worst-case scenario. You slap the demon’s groping fingers away and return to your previous spot in bed. It will be a long night.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Sweet Dreams

Kinktober Day 15: Somnophilia

Yandere Incubus x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: Noncon, somnophilia, kidnapping, possessive yandere, general yandere behavior

Word Count: 497

(Decided to force myself into writing and posting today instead of tomorrow. Hope you all love it ❤️)

Remzael was an incubus. Like most of his species, he took in physical sustenance but supplemented it with the sexual energy released by the orgasms of mortals.

This was completely harmless to the humans involved.

A lot of what they did was give mortals wet dreams and then take in that delicious lust. Occasionally, they may masturbate the human they are feeding from while giving them lewd dreams.

It was very rare for an incubus to outright fuck a mortal. It was equally rare for an incubus to target the same person more than a couple of times.

But when Remzael first tasted your energy and peeped into your dreams, he couldn't help himself. You made him feel alive.

He used his powers to slip into every part of your mind and observe your personality, hopes, and fantasies. You were so perfect for him. But you had such a hard life. Wasting away in an impoverished village too inconsequential to even warrant a name.

He couldn't help visiting you every single night. Fucking you in every possible position while you slept.

When you had been particularly tired, he would do so gently, carefully slipping into your hole that he, of course, lovingly lubed and stretched before sinking into the warmth of your insides.

You would snore away, occasionally moaning or babbling in pleasure, as he thrust into you. Your dreams were erotic, filled with all of your kinks.

Remzael was hungry for more than just sex, though. He also visited your dreams directly to spend time with you.

Every morning, you'd wake up with faint memories of a handsome entity in your dreams. His features were demonic, but he was as kind as an angel. He had black hair, two short horns on his forehead, a black spade tail, and pink skin.

You'd dream of cuddling with him, chatting with him, and watching the stars together. Always after the best sex you'd ever had.

This still was not enough for the demon, though. In the rare event that demons fall in love, they quickly become beyond possessive. He needed to own you, and he needed to be the subject of all of your thoughts in the same way that you were the subject of all of his. He hated when you were awake. He wanted you in bed with him.

He decided that instead of 6 your home at night, you'd visit his realm for an eternity.

The next time he visited you, you became one of the exceedingly few humans who had ever crossed into Somnus. A domain of Hell from which all sleep demons originate.

Remzael had molded a pocket of Somnus to fit your fantasies and dreams.

The next time you woke up, you'd find yourself on the softest bed in a wondrous mansion. You'd see the sweet demon from your dreams standing over you with his cock hard and eager to plunge into you for the first time while you were fully conscious.

[suiana]

✎ yandere! demon who is absolutely enamoured by you. you're his perfect little angel, so kind, so innocent, and oh so caring. how could you even care for a demon like him?

✎ yandere! demon who is absolutely distraught when you tell him you have to leave him, to go do some angel duties or something... what? you're just leaving him like that? after showing him what kindness feels like? oh that won't do. not at all.

✎ yandere! demon who rips out your wings, ripping you away from your divinity that you cherished with all your heart. he knows it hurts, he knows you'll hate him for a bit. but it was justified, obviously. you were going to leave him. ...not to worry! he's sure you'll love him again soon, and maybe he'll even give you some demonic wings to match with him?

✎ yandere! demon who will do anything to keep you by his side. right beside him, that's where you belong and that's how it's going to stay.

"you ruined me!"

"yeah? and I'm a demon, sweetheart. I'm selfish and i take what i want."

your chest heaves heavily, your face absolutely distraught as the demon coos at you, cheeks flushed and a lovesick expression on his face as he holds your face in his hands. you lock eyes with him, staring straight into his deluded ones, and you can't help but let out a shaky breath.

you feel disgusting.

violated.

and most importantly, naked.

you felt absolutely naked without your wings, the wings you cherished and loved over anything else. the very wings that even god himself praised. the wings that you loved with all your heart.

and you'd never see them again.

all because this demon you showed kindness to had fallen and wanted to be selfish. all because he had wanted to keep you with him. but you suppose you couldn't expect anything different. i mean, he was a demon after all.

"oh... don't cry anymore, would you? my beautiful angel shouldn't waste their tears over some lost wings. in fact... i could give you new ones. you'd look much more alluring with some demon wings."

you freeze at his words, disgust running up your throat as you register his words. why would he even suggest such a thing?!

you glare at him venomously, eyes staring straight into his soul as you let out some irritated mumbles. the demon merely purses his lips, staring back at you before cooing once more.

"why are you looking at me like that? don't like the idea?"

duh. of course you didn't like it. why would you ever want demon wings?

you were an angel for god's sake! not a demon!

you continue to glare at him, tears rolling down your cheeks as the demon hums happily, as though he didn't just tear you away from everything you loved.

"ah... my pretty angel... i really adore you with all my heart, i do. it's just, you're so... naive sometimes."

he pauses, wiping away your tears as his thumb caresses your cheek. you say nothing, not wanting to engage with him at all. what was there to say to a man who locked you out of what you called your home?

"i love you, i made that quite obvious, didn't i? yet you were still so oblivious and decided to leave. you were going to leave me alone, baby."

he mutters, tone lowering as his eyes narrow at the memory of you telling him that you were going to return back to heaven.

he hated it. hated it oh so much. in fact, he'd get rid of your ex-home in the clouds if he could. he absolutely despises all the other heavenly beings that never spared a single glance at the lower realms of earth.

"how could you do that to me hm? don't you care about me? i know you love me too... somewhere in that heart of yours, you know you do."

he mutters, looking at you with the most obsessed eyes the world could ever imagine. you felt a shiver run down your spine, your raw wounds aching as you suddenly feel your body grow cold.

"come on darling... i know you're not like those other hypocrites up there. you're leagues better than them. really don't understand why you'd want to return back-"

"well at least they didn't rip away my wings!"

you suddenly interject, feeling your annoyance building up as you chew on your bottom lip. god damnit, was this guy emotionally dense or what?

"they didn't take away the one thing i loved the most, did they? they didn't brutally mutilate my body or defile me! they didn't take me away from ny home!"

you hiss, giving it your all against him as your eyes dart all over his face for a response. you wanted to see how he would react to it. hopefully nothing too bad though. maybe just a little bit of anger, a little irritation to help you feel slightly better.

but of course, it was as though you were no longer graced with heaven's blessings, for he was more than just 'a little bit angry'.

"baby, when have i ever defiled you? i only took away your wings, didn't i? it's not that bad. you'll learn to live without them."

he mutters, glaring back at you as his grip on your face tightens considerably. you let ot a wince, eyes shutting from the intensity he held you at. but he doesn't let up, why would he when you've got him all fired up?

"i just did what i thought was necessary. i just did what i had to do to keep you with me."

the demon states firmly, looking at you as his nails start to dig into your skin, drawing blood from how hard he was gripping. but that doesn't stop him. of course it wouldn't. he first needs to get it through your head that you and him were meant to be. that he was yours just as you were his. completely, utterly, his.

"darling don't you understand? we were meant to be together. you and me, us. we fit together perfectly like a puzzle. you can't ever leave me."

with how he was repeating that, it was really starting to get to you. it was like he was drilling it into your head like some military sargent.

"and your home is with me. not with them, not up there, not anywhere else. me. got that?"

he finally lets go, sighing softly before rubbing your shoulders gently, a total 180 from how he was acting just seconds ago. you watch as the demon goes back to cooing over you, gently rubbing your arms as he sings praises about you.

all you could do was stare at him, chewing on your bottom lip as you think of how you'd critically approach this problem, just like how you always would before you had your wings torn from you.

...

none.

zero solutions come to mind.

maybe you should simply pass away? because there's no way in hell you're resigning yourself to a fate with him. both angels and demons never die after all.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

The New Reign of a Demon Kingdom

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤Introduction | Part 1 | Part 2🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

“I regret to inform you, Your Highness, that your mother is…gone.”

The demon messenger is missing an arm, his entire left side scorched beyond any light healing spell. The red skin, which isn’t burnt black, is irritated and brittle as it hangs on the edge of his newly exposed jawline—letting you see the pointed teeth unintentionally smiling at you. The missing eyelid lets his red eye burn, naked and quivering; contrasting its covered one whose eyelids are closed as its owner intended. All too soon does a white cloth with exquisite crystal blue shapes covers your face. It’s a sleeve and the arm it’s attached to is none other than one of your guardians, your mother’s concubine— Silk of the Silver Snow Mountains. The other concubines had told you, behind his back, about his grandiose corpse-piling exploits. Throes of the enemy froze instantly with a single puff of wind from his azure-tinged lips.

“Their Highness is still young and should not be subjected to such a sight.”

The whispers, you hadn’t realized were abound stopped as his icy statement held in the air. The temperature drops as if warping to match the hostility in his melodic voice. It was baffling to see the typically composed demon allowing his emotions to affect the atmosphere around him. But who could blame him, his queen is dead.

Your mother is dead. 

“I apologize but I wanted to deliver the Queen’s wishes exactly as they were given to me.”

The new information, would have brought a gasp to the crowd of servants and warriors gathering in the throne room. But they knew better. The increasingly dropping temperature, the typically flowing spelled cherry blossoms withering in seconds, and the violent malevolent aura creating a miasma a touch-less dangerous than the Queen’s maternal grief. Silk did the talking.

“Speak.”

“Your Queen…Your mother wanted you to know that she loves you and that you are the sole reason she was able to survive against the enemy as long as she did.”

You closed your eyes, even though your vision was covered. As if to let your imagination take hold, transforming the messenger’s words into the strong and familiar voice of your mother. 

“I want you to know that it’s with great honor I bequeath my empire to you. All of Demonkind will bow and idolize you as the gift you are. Whether you decide to follow my footsteps or to carve your own path…I will be watching on with pride. And for the last of me…this.”

A dash of darkness passed under Silks cloak, wrapping around you in a plane of existence completely out of your grasp. On instinct you looked to your shadow, or where your shadow would have been if the sun was high. Silk didn’t react and neither did the owner of the lap you’d been lounging in. Brushing it off, you’ve found your voice again. Just like she’d taught you to use.

“Messenger…tell me your name.”

“Vlideas, my Highness.”

A look to the grayish cerulean eyes of Silk had him retracting his sleeve to elegantly hide the lower half of his face. Hiding that prideful smile of his. You rose from the soft embrace behind and carefully stepped down the steps minding your dragging robes. Too absorbed in your descent you missed how so many watched with adoration as you stood tall on the fourth step down. 

“I thank you Vildeas, for your sacrifices and for bringing me this most important news.” Ever so attentive the crowd was leaning forward, all too eager to watch the fated words come from such a small mouth.

“I graciously accept the role of Emperor of the Demon Empire.” 

With a gesture towards the healers standing at the ready, you steadily retreated up the steps returning to the lap you were originally settled in. Like clockwork the body rose with you in tow, holding you up with reverence as you were carried out of the throne room.

“Their majesty will be retreating to their quarters for the time being. Organization will be left to me.”

Silk’s command, created a silent clamor as the spectators adjusted. Withholding their full on shouting until you were far from the throne room and well on your way to the bedroom you shared with your mother. Having recently been told by her just how much bigger you’d become, the dungeon was a dusty keepsake of the past. Yet you found yourself longing to return their after being placed in the middle of the large bed…meant to sleep alone.

“(Y/n),” the mention of your name from this pink puffy lips made you falter. Her closeness exemplified by the fading scent of flowers and the lack of body against yours. It made it all too real. 

All too soon her hands were on your cheeks, her filed claws barely prickling your warm skin. Her pink painted thumb wiping around your eyes.

“(Y/n) you’re crying.”

The relief in her tone meant nothing as you felt the burning of your eyes take over, demanding the saline filled liquids be released. Your hands reaching for her silken kimono as she once again envelopes you in her arms. You can feel her smile in your hair and you can feel it quiver against your head. 

It isn’t long before your both curled upon her bed, smelling the sheets your mother had slept in less than a day ago.

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak. 

Only cry. 

And Milune would stay with you until you didn’t.

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Mordecai was on shift, holding the tiny human child in the bed of his late friend—his Queen. Bare of his usual armor he was grateful his build was of comfort for the grieving child. He didn’t realize how hard it was to lay them down, to part with them with a mere kiss on the head, and to look away as a pale hand laid a charm on them. His red and apprehensive gaze wasn’t a secret to the owner of the icy palm, watching the fellow demon scoff at him.

“It is just to help them sleep well. They do not need another restless night.”

He watched Silk strut away, reluctantly following him to the edge of the bed. There Milune was waiting nestled on the royal couch it’s back facing the grand bed. Across from her the two other chairs designated for them. Settled down they waited for the most brazen to speak.

“We cannot have them rule the empire.”

As usual Silk’s statements made them freeze up, a baffled confusion taking hold of both concubines encouraging them to defend.

“How dare you say that?!” Milune beat Mordecai to the punch. Softly shouting inspite of the charm keeping the child asleep.”It is their right and it’s her remaining  wish!”

The mention of the Queen made them all ache, the grimace shared between the three of them before they could continue. 

“I must agree,” Mordecai crossed his arms, “What is your reasoning? For it sounds as though you plan to over throw the Empire as of now.”

Silk rolled his eyes, his pale hand rising up and wistfully flicking about, “Oh please if I wanted to overthrow them I would have done it ages ago. Even now I’d much prefer to take (Y/n), cut our losses, and live in the mountains I call home.”

“What’s stopping you?” 

The unfamiliar grit in the pink demon’s throat, made the general’s heart clench. Rarely was she ever inclined to be so hostile towards anyone but with no one to keep Silk in check, she had every reason to doubt. 

“Her shadow of course.”

His nonchalant tone didn’t mellow the shock that overtook the other two concubines. It was common knowledge in the demon world that only the greatest warriors could impart their everlasting wills onto objects and people. Though it was mostly revered as a legend it was believed to be a forgotten curse, lost with the erosion of time and the watered-down power from being distant descendants of the monsters that came before.

“Not to mention,” Silk continued without a care for their shock,”this is the best situation for them.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

Milune didn’t count herself as the most intelligent but for some reason she felt particularly snubbed when she had to keep asking what apparently was so obvious to Silk. Especially considering Mordecai was already nodding in agreement.

“Think about it Milune, if (Y/n) renounced their position to return to human society, what would happen?”

“They’d…be hated, ostracized.”

“Exactly and if I took them from the heart of the demon empire?”

Milune hesitated. This was where she was lost. Knowing Silk to be a force rivaling her Queen there shouldn’t be anyone strong enough to hold a candle to him. No one except–

“The hero!”

“Precisely,” Mordecai spoke with a grim scowl,” the hero knows about them. As helpless as that creature is I wouldn’t be surprised if they are now bold enough to hunt after them.”

“And if they were strong enough to take down our Queen–”

“Then they’d have no trouble besting me.”

The atmosphere was heavy and stifling. Terror wasn’t a feeling any of them had felt for so long…already the Queen is missed dearly. 

“Then there is no choice than for her legacy to continue.”

“Yes.”

“But how are we to do this? Won’t the council be against this?! Technically we’ve lost our value in court since we’re not concubines anymore.”

Silk let a smile spread on his lips, the fangs of his mounting joy forcing his mouth wide.

“Leave that to me.”

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“--that concludes the business for today. Now we must prepare for the coronation–”

A slam of stone-covered hands smashes against the obsidian finish of the long table followed by a metal scratching resounds from a chair being slid against the floor. An epilogue to the announcements Silk had made. A negative one at that.

“WE RESENT YOUR ASSUMPTION FALLEN CONCUBINE!”

“I too agree! To falsely interject yourself into our midst is preposterous!”

“DON’T think just because we mourn, we are stupid!! You and your lot should vacate this kingdom immediately.”

“Yes. Rely on us to care for the young ruler. For we will be unbiased and unburdened by the grief you concubines must be stricken with…considering your uselessness to the empire.”

Mordecai let an exasperated huff leave his nose, internally rolling his eyes at the idiocy of such an influential collection. He was used to the glares of this council behind the Queen’s back or when she was absent but without the aura of her power engulfing the room he must have seemed weak. 

Silk huffed playfully,” So I take it you refuse this decree that our new ruler will approve of later today?”

A stream of “Yes’s” and “of course’s ” fill the room. Only a select few have kept quiet, Mordecai notices. Must be their lucky day.

“I see and to that I will say one thing.”

Silk closed his eyes. His hands locked with one another hidden by the long drooping sleeves of delicately white traditional wear. His white strands flowing long past his chest and blending with the blinding reflection of his clothes. Alighting his unusual smile with a brightness too deceptive for the darkness it held. Unconsciously the council leaned in, awaiting the rebuttal they were prepared to shoot down with another round of poisoinous criticism. Enough to hopefully drive the ice demon far from royal affairs. 

“Die.”

In a flash, Silk had dashed to the opposite side of the table. No longer at the head of the table but at the opposite end. Appearing behind the council that was still turned glaring at his after-image, they were none the wiser. Barely able to turn his direction sensing his monstrous intent to kill. The first emphatic council demon to speak found his gaze snapped to the wall behind him. A painting of the late Queen and her darling child glaring down at him as if reprimanding himself. Somehow he never recalled turning his head.

“Your majest—”

The demons words were interrupted as his head was screwed off his stone ladden body. The detachment spurred a splash of black blood. His body crumpled onto the table, making the other council members scream or at least open their mouths to. In no time at all the feeling of a needle spiking through their backs and the slow agonizing feeling of it spearing past the layers of their skin, their spine, and then their hearts. The slow push of the needle took much longer to pass through their vital organ, taking it’s time to sharply enter and leave as it eventually made it’s way underneath their skin. Wails were gurgled with gallons of their own black blood, drenching their bodies and making a terrible mess. Seven corpses slumped onto and off the table, more resilient council members using their fading energy to look helplessly at Mordecai. As if calling for help, from the man they’d insulted since his first battle. It was almost enough to make the general smile.

The five council members that had decided to keep quiet were decorated with the drying remains of their peers. One demon, a younger member was the first to rise, mustering all their courage to do what must be done. “I LOOK FORWARD TO WORKING WITH YOU, ADVISOR SNOW! ROYAL COMMANDER MORDECAI!”

She bent her upper body at a deep 90 degree angle, looking intensely at the droplets staining the marble floor. She held her breath, wondering if she’d realize if her head was detached. She allowed herself to breath once she heard the frantic sounds of chairs falling around her.

“ME TOO…I mean I look forward to it as well.”

“Long live the demon empire!”

“Your guidance for the young one is most appreciated.”

“Happy to be of service Lord Snow.”

“Your actions prove your worth as the young ruler’s aides. I’m honored…to offer my support.”

If Mordecai had found the situation as comedic as it was, he would have laughed. But he couldn’t because even with willful participants the demon of the Silver Snow Mountains did not look like he was done drenching his shining clothes with black blood. Just as they planned Mordecai steps forward, grabbing the demon by his shoulders and ushering him out the room. 

“We both appreciate your cooperation and look forward to your help in guiding the young Emperor excuse us.”

Mordecai did the smallest bow, a former commoner could dream of giving a noble without losing his head. But he was officially the Royal Commander now. A title he’d been seeking since he accepted the role of concubine from his childhood friend. And now as the Royal Commander it was his job to help the force of nature freezing the castle halls.

“Care to blow off some steam in the Mountains?”

“Not the training grounds? I thought there was where you practiced.”

“It is. The mountains though are the best place to blow off steam.”

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“-thus ends my first decree. As your emperor I promise to give you my all and put the betterment of our lives before me and carry out the iron-will of our great queen!”

The kingdom’s capital erupts in a cacophonos sound of cheers while you stand on the platform built especially for you. Using the railing of the balcony for balance you take your time to step down, breathing a sigh of relief when you’re free to disappear within the dark doors of the royal castle. 

Immediately attendants come to disrobe you, relieving you the physical burdens of your new position. Gingerly grabbing the obsidian and amethyst crown weighing you down and barely fitting off your head. The long robes your mother used to wear, fashioneed from a Nightmare Dragon’s hide, are lifted from you. Finally the rings your mother used to dawn her silent declaration of her ownership across all demons are slipped easily from your smaller fingers and placed reverently back in their respective enchanted cases. 

The one thing that is left is your mother’s necklace. A simple pendant with a dull stone. To any human eyes that is all it will ever be but a mage’s eyes could see that it’s worth such a bland an unassuming disguise. Around your neck you hold the crystal imbued with the devilish miasma that all demon kings and demon queens were bestowed upon their rule. The overwhelming dread they instantly bring to all of their subjects is no illusion but an inherited gift to ensure that there is always a stepping stone to the fear they bring with their reign. 

“Is it too heavy for you (Y/n)?”

It’s Milune, pink hair braided intricately into an updo heralded by her rose gold tiara. Her clothes are silky and long as pink as the cherry blossoms she cares for in the garden. Her usual robe is slimming but today it has layers; the ruffles providing the fluffy borders of a beautiful bouquet. Her skin is glowing, olive hands kissed by the sun ready to carry you as been her duty since the day she met you. 

“No I’m fine.”

She waits her open arms dressed by the draping fabrics of her sleeves, a small fflourishment to the comfort her hugs always give. Like usual you immediately run to accept such an offer but you stop. The weight of the necklace around your neck a reminder of who you are, no matter if your ages younger than any ruler before you.

You shake your head and instead beckon her to follow behind as you make your way to the throne room. Not sparing a glance your safe from the guilt inducing tears sat on her painted lashes, who are all but ignored to fall in step behind. As you make your way to the throne, the scores of nobility and various staff fill the room.

“Prepared to begin the night, little emperor?”

Silk brings your attention to him, startling you in an instant. Never before had you seen this type of dress from the cold concubine who whispers almost too quietly. Forgon were his usual white and azure robes replaced with a rich cobalt that was garnished by white designs. The small silver band around his head housing the dangling mineral that flows in tandem with his flowing locks. For once they are not free, they’re braided; the few strands allowed to be free are tucked past his ears adorned with cobalt. 

“Do not stare. That’s rude.” 

The typical command from him makes you laugh. Reminding you of your place.

“I wasn’t staring I was admiring! You look different but still really beautiful!”

The demon smiles bring a cold hand to your chin, “Good excuse.”

“My Emperor, shall we get started?” Mordecai is dressed as well his usual obsidian armor, traded in for a purple gilded tunic with a black cape that bore a burgundy underside, his sheathed  claymore boldly hanging at his hip. His hair is uncharacteristically pulled back the scruff of his hair allowing his light beard being shown off. He was visibly smiling, a rare sight for the man you knew to always be training with a frown on his face.

You smile lifting up your robes to take your place in between them all,”We shall!”

On the hightest steps to your throne, you stand looking out at those you’d be expected to govern for the people you just decreed to. At the most basic level this would be a big job.

“All at attention, to the demon Emperor!”

Mordecai’s voice shook the hall with an authority that had all straightening their postures, all of them turning to look up at you in wait. Silk was just above him on the royal steps, forcing you to look down at him for the first time in your life. He brought his dark sleeves up his hands folded underneath he utters another instruction, ”Now go ahead just as we rehearsed.”

Very lightly nodding your head you take a deep breath. The pressure of the day regrowing as you looked at everyone’s expecting gaze. For a moment you thought you might not speak, who would hear you anyway, right?

“Just be yourself darling we all love that.” Milune encourages you behind her own folded hands and you seize the moment. Holding your confidence still as you raise your voice.

“As your Emperor I expect your obedience forthwith! Any one against me with no capacity to establish diplomacy will learn by the blood of their family on their own grave. My reign will be absolute and we will punish the ones who robbed us of our dearly departed Queen.”

The masses bowed, all of their spiritual power lessening in respect. You could barely see the outline of purple and gray smokes that made up these auras but not one showed an air of defiance. 

“Now hail me your Demon Emperor (Y/n)!”

ROAR!!!

Thus begins the Demon Queen’s Human Child’s fateful reign.

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[lavandulawrites]

Carcass

Yandere Douma x reader

This is by far the most gory thing I’ve written (or at least posted).

Synopsis: Douma decides to show his love for you in the ways of punishing the woman who has harassed you countlessly.

Masterlist

Warnings: Douma is a warning himself, Douma is horrible in this, abuse (from a woman to reader), gore, violence, demon eating a human, someone gets eaten alive, Douma is head over heels in love with reader, manipulation, obsession, female reader, non of the violence is towards the reader except implied former abuse (not from Douma), Dead Dove: do not eat, let me know if I have missed anything

Word count: 1673

The hall was lit just enough so you could see the silhouettes of its contents. A young woman with long beautiful hair was sitting beside you on the tatami floor. By the door were multiple servants all dressed in white. Their face was turned downwards. The sliding doors slid open. The room froze as the long haired cult leader entered. It was like the air turned to ice and it burned whenever your breathed. Even though it was dark, you could see his jovial grin. His fangs as sharp and threatening as ever.

The woman besides you bowed and you followed after.

The man took a seat on the platform before you. “I am so glad you could come” his smile showing his sharp fangs. He spoke as you had a choice whether or not you would come when the cult leader asked for you. “You may leave us alone” he waved his hand at the servants. They bowed and fled the room silently like white ghosts.

He leaned forward. “What is your name dear?” his gaze was fixed on the woman beside you.

“Yui, sir” she bowed her head.

“Yui… What a beautiful name. Fitting for such a beautiful woman as yourself” his voice sweet, but uncanny.

She smiled and glanced at you with triumph in the corner of your eye. She was clearly happy with gaining the attention of the handsome cult leader.

He shifted his gaze to you. His rainbow eyes scanning your features for something. He hummed when he found what he was looking for.

“Miss Yui, wouldn’t you be so kind as to come up here?” he spoke in his honeyed voice while his eyes were still on you. You swallowed in fear, which caused him to laugh.

Yui rose to her feet and strutted to the platform, looking over her shoulder at you. Her red lips were twisted up into a taunting smile.

Douma patted his one of his crossed legs for her to sit. “You have suck beautiful hair…” he hummed as he held a strand up to his nose and sniffed it. “You see Yui… I have had such an exhausting day” he sighed.

“A person that I am quite fond of won’t respond to my advances” he turned towards her. “Can you believe such a thing? Luckily I have come up with a plan on how to get her closer.”

Yui looked at him with a confused expression, but quickly brushed it off. She smiled at him to continue

You looked down on you hands and knees wishing you could just disappear. Douma noticed your discomfort and laughed.

“Why the long face? Are you perhaps bored?” he tched. “Oh dear… We can’t have that” he shook his head and grinned. “Say what Yui. Why don’t we put on a show to entertain our little audience, hmm?”

Yui nodded. An obnoxious smile plastered on her beautiful face.

“I am so incredibly famished. Aren’t you, Yui?” he sighed dramatically as he looked at her through his long eyelashes.

“I suppose I am…” Yui answered sheepishly.

“Whatever should we do…” Douma sighed as he threw his hand back in an overly dramatic manner. He snapped his head back and raised his pointy finger upwards. “Oh! I have it!” he grinned and looked at Yui.

The black haired woman tilted her head at his sudden outburst.

“Why don’t you… Offer yourself to me?” his eyes beamed with mischief.

“My lord, I am not sure if I follow…” Yui’s voice filed with uncertainty.

Your hands harshly gripped the fabric of your clothing.

Douma must have noticed your movement given his widened smirk, but said nothing. His attention turned back to Yui. His fangs catching the light from the lanterns that hung on the walls. His long fingers gripped her shoulders. The claws of the demon digging into her clothing, almost ripping the fabric. He brought his nose down to her neck and inhaled. “Mmm… You smell heavenly, but not as good as my dearest” he snickered.

Yui gulped at his comment. Her brown eyes flickered to you.

“What is the matter Yui?” he tilted his head.

“N-nothing master…” she muttered with her eyes cast towards the floor.

“I thought so” he grinned. His pale hand moved to her neck and he pulled her closer. His face mere centimetres from hers. Pale blue nails dragged down her face leaving shudders. Douma’s eyes trained on you.

Your nails pressed crescent moons against your palms, your skin almost breaking. “Stop! Please Douma! Don’t do this!” you pleaded. Your voice was hoarse after many hours of not being used.

His smile widened. “You finally decided to grace us with your beautiful voice” his voice soft. His rainbow eyes bottomless as they gazed at you lovingly.

“I can however not stop this. Or rather, I won’t” his smile still as ever present. His pale hand yanked the ravenette’s head back, making her neck strained.

She yelped and instinctively tried to peel his hands away. Her struggles were met with the click of a tongue, which made her stop struggling.

“I am doing this because I love you, [Name]. Don’t ever think anything else” his expression blank save from his eyes which were blown wide and shinning. “I know how she has been treating you. I am just going to… teach her a lesson. That’s all.”

What made him look human before, was all gone. What remained was a monster with fangs and claws ready to tear apart its prey.

“I have been keeping an eye on you, Yui” his voice a low sneer. “My servants have told me how you treat my dear [Name]. Many days I’ve smelled you on her skin and hair. Don’t think her bruises go unnoticed” he leaned closer to her face.

“You are just a worthless piece of shit. You should have known your place and perhaps I would have speared your pathetic life” his jaw was clenched.

“I-I am sorry! I am sorry!” the woman cried as she felt his ice breath on her skin. Her dark eyes found yours as they sent you a silent plea. A plea for you to do anything to stop her death.

“Silence!” his shout uncharacteristic. “I did not give you permission to speak” his hold on her hair tightened.

He free hand wrapped itself around her neck. His nails digging into her skin making small droplets of blood break through it. “Oh how I have waited for this. How I have longed to rip you apart for your sins” with each word that left his mouth, his nails dug into her skin deeper.

She clawed at his hand, but to no avail. She was truly helpless in the grip of a wrathful demon. Blood dripped from her mouth as she watched you with tears in her eyes. You wanted to do something, but you knew it was nothing you could do. If you tried to stop him physically, he would only kill her faster and get more furious. Who knows who else he would then take his anger out on.

Gurgling sounds filled the room as his claws sunk in even deeper. With a giggle he ripped his hand out form her neck. His tongue leaped out and licked his bloodied hand. He sighed in delight. Yui desperately tried to stop the bleeding by pressing her hands on her wound, but the damage was to great. Her fate was sealed the first time she had glared at you.

“H…help…” she wheezed out. The gaping hole in her neck making you wanting to vomit. Veins were fully visible among with tendons. If you looked closely you could see the whiteness of her bones.

Douma pinned her down with a speed no human could possibly possess. He bit down on her shoulder and tore out a mouthful of fabric and flesh. The black haired woman screamed in terror and you thought your eardrums would explode.

“Douma!” you shouted. Your pleas feel on deaf ears as he continued to eat her alive. “Please stop!”

He didn’t spare you a single glance as he continued to tear of chunks of flesh from the screaming woman. His fangs were stained red and his pale skin speckled with blood. Despite the horrendous sight, he was utterly beautiful. It made you truly sick.

Douma’s claws dug into her chest and clutched around her heart. It was a wonder Yui wasn’t dead yet. “I’m feeling rather kind today, so I think we will stop for today” was all he said has he ripped out her heart. Her head fell back revealing her half eaten neck. Douma raised two of his fingers and flicked her forehead causing her head to tear of with a disgusting sound. With a thud it landed on the platform.

The jaws of the demon opened as he bit down on her heart. He hummed in delight as he chewed.

You closed your eyes and tried to swallow the bile that threatened to spill from your lips. You cheeks were damp with tears you hadn’t seemed to notice through the horrible act that had happened before you.

“I hate you. I really hate you” you sneered through clenched teeth. You couldn’t bear to look at the pale blond demon as he happily ate the heart of the woman who he had just brutally murdered.

“Mmm… you might say that now, but it won’t be long before you run into my arms” he chuckled. “You are making me feel, [Name]. I would have never thought I would experience love before I met you. So how could I possibly let you go? I love you so much that it hurts” he looked at with you such earnestness it took you by surprise

A splat sounded behind you as he threw the heart at the wall opposite of him. “I will be waiting my dear. Don’t disappoint me” you could feel his wile smile. Your skin felt as if it swirled up and died.

You truly hated him.

[noirscript]

Hii, I love your fics. Please may I request yandere demon who’s quite possessive and strict with reader but can also be quite coddling?

Hollow Haven

Description: You tried to escape, but Alastor’s grip is tighter than you think. In his haven, freedom is just an illusion. Warning/s: Yandere | Possession | Captivity | Psychological horror | Emotional Manipulation | Failed Escape | Yandere Demon Note: I will not be able to tag this fic below. Read the warnings before proceeding. I hope you like this anon! Join the 1.5k(+) celebration. Request is open (but will take time to be fulfilled due to irl).

You hadn’t expected the doorknob to turn.

For months, or maybe longer—time had no structure in that place—you had tried it at least once a day, if only to confirm that it remained locked. You had long accepted it was symbolic more than anything. A performance of hope to make the silence bearable.

But this time, it clicked.

The metal handle turned with a dry groan, and the heavy door creaked open by just a sliver. You stared at the small gap with disbelief, heart hammering so violently it almost hurt. For several seconds, you stood frozen, half-convinced it was another of Alastor’s games. An illusion. A hallucination. A taunt.

But there was a hallway on the other side. Dimly lit. Real.

You didn’t allow yourself more thought than that. You pushed it open fully and ran.

The floors were old and uneven, the walls crooked. Every sound echoed far too loudly—your frantic footsteps, your panicked breath. The air was dry, full of dust and decay, but it was different from the perfumed heaviness of his domain. There was no lingering scent of roses or sulfur. It smelled like neglect, like age.

You didn’t care. It was not him. That was enough.

You ran faster.

Corridors twisted in unnatural angles, as if the architecture had been scribbled by a madman. The hall stretched and shrank with no rhythm, yet you kept moving forward, convinced that somewhere in this maze, there would be a way out. It didn’t matter how the walls bent or how they whispered under your fingertips—you refused to stop.

At one point, you passed a mirror, and in the corner of your eye, you thought you saw him standing behind you. You didn’t look. Looking would give it power. Looking would make it real.

The hallway eventually ended at a door completely unlike the rest. Black, frostbitten, silent. There was no reason to trust it, but something told you it led out—truly out. You gripped the iron handle, wincing as it burned your skin, and pushed.

Cold air blasted you in the face.

It hit you so hard it stole your breath, but it was sharp and honest in a way that made your chest ache. Snow stretched out across a forest clearing, grey skies overhead and skeletal trees swaying against the wind. The colorless world was bleak, but freeing.

For the first time in ages, you remembered your name.

You stepped forward and didn’t look back. The door disappeared behind you, but you didn’t panic. That was fine. Doors weren’t meant to last here.

The snow stung your bare feet, but you kept moving. The icy wind bit at your exposed skin, and branches clawed at your arms and face. It all felt real. Tangible. Sharp. Everything the velvet-and-gold world he created had tried to numb out of you.

You didn’t know how long you walked. The trees blurred together, the cold numbing your legs, but you kept going until your knees buckled and you sank to the ground.

You were free.

Or you had been.

The voice came softly, as if drifting through the wind itself. “Pet?”

You froze. The pain in your legs vanished. Your ears rang.

“No,” you said automatically, as if denial alone would reverse time. “No, I made it out. I made it.”

You turned slowly, already feeling the weight of failure crash through you before your eyes even confirmed it.

Alastor stood just beyond the trees, leaning against one with casual grace. His crimson suit looked untouched by the elements. Not a flake of snow touched him. Not a single hair out of place. His long, dark red hair cascaded over his shoulders in elegant waves, brushing the waist of his coat. His smile was calm. Too calm.

“I should be angry,” he said, stepping forward slowly. “But I’m mostly hurt.”

You backed away, slipping slightly on the snow. He didn’t rush you. He didn’t need to.

“I’ve done everything I could to make you comfortable,” he continued, voice smooth and casual. “Shelter. Music. Meals. Company. Me. And yet, you snuck away like a thief.”

“I didn’t—” You tried to speak, your voice breaking. “I didn’t ask for any of that.”

He paused, tilting his head slightly. His eyes glinted with amusement—or something worse.

“No,” he agreed. “You didn’t. But I know what you need, little one. You’re just… confused. Sick, maybe. Tired. I don’t blame you for that.”

You took a step back.

He took two forward.

The snow beneath your feet turned to slush, then to liquid. It pulled. You gasped and stumbled, trying to lift your foot, but it stuck fast. The ground thickened into black tar, swallowing your ankles.

You screamed.

Alastor’s smile softened, and he crossed the distance between you effortlessly, reaching out as if to comfort a child.

“I forgive you,” he said, voice low. “Running away isn’t uncommon. Everyone tries it once.”

You twisted your body, trying to wrench free from the pull, but your limbs were sluggish. Your muscles refused to obey. The air thickened around you like glue.

“You tricked me,” you gasped, tears burning down your cheeks. “You let me think—let me think I got out.”

“Of course I did.” He crouched beside you, brushing your damp hair back from your face. “You need to understand what it feels like. The panic. The failure. That’s how you’ll learn never to do it again.”

Your breathing hitched violently. “Please.”

He leaned in, lips ghosting near your ear.

“There’s nowhere else for you. Nowhere safer. Nowhere that wants you.”

The snow melted entirely now, revealing a familiar velvet floor beneath you. The forest blurred and crumbled around the edges, giving way to the walls of your chamber—his chamber. Red drapes, soft lighting, incense curling in the corners. You sobbed as the illusion collapsed, dragging your broken hope down with it.

By the time the last traces of the outside world vanished, you were curled in his lap. His fingers moved gently through your hair, his other hand stroking your back.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “You’ll rest now. You’ll forget all about it.”

“I won’t,” you choked, shaking. “I’ll never forget.”

He smiled faintly, resting his cheek against yours.

“You will,” he said. “That’s the part you don’t understand yet. You will. And when you wake up tomorrow, you’ll thank me.”

You wanted to scream. But the room was too soft, too warm, too heavy. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t even cry anymore.

He kissed your temple and held you tighter.

“You’re mine,” he said, not asking this time. Just stating.

You didn’t answer.

You didn’t have to.

[fidesvirtusobsession]

Now There’s Two of Them?!

It happened again.

YN had just barely gotten used to Noctis lurking in the shadows, making her coffee, and being the overbearing, slightly terrifying presence in her life. But, of course, she had to mess up another spell.

This time, she wasn’t even trying to summon anything—she was just experimenting with a minor communication spell that was supposed to enhance her connection with spirits. Instead, the air cracked with static, the temperature dropped, and a second demon stepped right into her cozy little cottage.

This one was… different from Noctis. Where Noctis had an eerie, silent, intimidating presence, this new one—Vesper—was all flair and theatrics. His glowing violet eyes gleamed with mischief as he took one look at YN and immediately…

"Oh. OH. You are adorable.”

YN barely had time to react before Vesper swept her up into his arms like some prize he just won.

"W-WAIT—!" she yelped, struggling in his grip.

"Look at you! Small, soft, and absolutely enchanting! Did you summon me, little witch? Just for you? I accept your offering!"

YN flailed harder. "I DIDN’T MEAN TO SUMMON YOU—PUT ME DOWN!"

Right as she said that, a dark cold shadow loomed behind Vesper.

A low, unamused voice cut through the air.

"Put. Her. Down."

Vesper turned, still holding YN, only to come face-to-face with Noctis, whose glowing eyes burned with restrained fury.

“…And who might you be?" Vesper mused, tilting his head with a playful smirk. "Her guardian? Oh no, don’t tell me—you’re one of those possessive types, aren’t you?”**

Noctis’ fingers twitched, his claws flexing instinctively.

"You’re trespassing."

"Ohhh? Big words. But, unfortunately for you…" Vesper gently booped YN’s nose, ignoring her look of betrayal. "Our little summoner here has made a binding rule, hasn’t she? No harming each other."

Noctis’ eye twitched. He hated that stupid promise.

Meanwhile, YN was stuck between them, arms crossed, feeling like an exhausted kindergarten teacher breaking up a fight on the playground.

"Okay, both of you, listen up—no competing, no sabotaging, and NO more picking me up without warning—!"

Both demons immediately spoke at once.

Noctis: "I don't compete."

Vesper: "Absolutely, love, I’d never—" pauses "…Okay, maybe just a little."

And just like that, YN’s relatively peaceful (if you ignored the constant lurking) life turned into a full-blown supernatural custody battle.

Now There’s Two Demons Hovering Over YN’s Every Move:

Morning Coffee Chaos

Noctis, as always, makes perfect coffee, handing it to YN in his usual silent, expectant way.

Vesper immediately snatches it away.

"Ah-ah, darling, you should try mine instead—it's got just a hint of cinnamon and dark magic to invigorate your senses!"

Noctis coldly stares at him before taking YN’s cup back.

"She doesn’t need your... modifications."

YN, sipping both cups at the same time in pure exhaustion: "...You’re both insufferable."

Competing Over Protection Duties

Someone tries to hex YN? Noctis blocks it before it can even reach her.

Vesper counters with a dramatic swirl of violet energy, neutralizing the hex and twirling YN away from danger like it’s a dance.

*"Oh, love, did you see that? I saved you in such style!"

Noctis grabs her wrist, pulling her back.

"She doesn’t need theatrics. She needs efficiency."

YN, completely over it: "Can one of you just let me breathe for five seconds?!"

Lurking In The Cottage – Double Trouble Edition

YN sits at her desk, quietly studying, only to get the distinct feeling of being watched.

She turns her head left. Noctis is standing there, arms crossed, staring.

She turns her head right. Vesper is on the other side, casually lounging upside down on a floating chair, smirking.

YN: "Do you two ever leave?!"

Noctis: "No."

Vesper: "Why would we? You’re so fun to watch."

Late-Night Comfort – A Truce (For Now)

Despite their bickering, both demons share one unspoken agreement:

YN is their little witch, and she’s not allowed to get hurt.

So, when YN is too exhausted to deal with them and eventually falls asleep at her desk, the competition momentarily ceases.

Noctis gently picks her up, carrying her to bed.

Vesper flicks his fingers, summoning a warm blanket over her.

They exchange a glance.

Not a hostile one.

Not quite friendly either.

But… a mutual understanding.

Because at the end of the day—they’re both obsessed with her. And whether she likes it or not…

She’s stuck with them.

@yourhornysister

[heartfullofleeches]

Himbo Secretary Reader tagging along when a demon is summoned by another human like an emotional support teddy bear. Dealing with mortals is stressful business - they'd lose their minds after centuries of the same shit when they've finally got some peace with the office sweetheart treating them with the respect they deserve.

"Dark Lord... We have summoned you here on this eve too-"

Secretary Reader, sitting in the demon's arms: Helloooo! :D

"Forgive me, but - who are you?"

Secretary Reader: You can just call me Y/n. The big guy here can be a little shy when it comes to talking to us mortals so they needed me to come along with them - isn't that right?

[The demon purrs softly as Reader rubs their horns.]

[monstersholygrail]

With the slow stroke of Demon Priests' cock driving you to insanity, you can't help but look down at his neck. His uniform askew and messy yet his collar still intact as he was so desperate to get inside you he didn’t even bother to take all his clothes off. As you tease the skin just under the collar, Demon Priest shivers, a low rumble moving through his throat in encouragement to keep going.

“Why is part of your formal wear called a collar? A little kinky for religion, l'd say," you moan as he continues his deep thrusts.

Demon Priest laughs into your own throat, his nose rubbing along your pulse point, almost purring at the sign of your vitality. "The collar symbolizes my calling to the Lord."

You think about that for a long moment that's promptly interrupt by the smooth glide of his length along your walls.

“Would you wear a collar for me?" You ask almost absentmindedly, not knowing the extent of the meaning your words hold for him.

A loud groan escapes him, his cock twitching inside of you before he picks up pace. His member now aiming to consume and posses. Your pleasure, your body, your very being. His claws grip at your waist, marking you and making his claim on your soul just as you have his.

You cry out, your pleasure shooting through your body and collecting in your core as your orgasm builds. Body arching up into his as you meet every deep plunge of his hips, you can’t help but dig your nails into his dark skin and draw him up into your inviting form. Demon Priest’s face darkens at the control you have over him, at the ease in which he simply bends to your will.

"I'd do anything for you, you only need ask," he rasps lowly through clenched teeth as he fucks up into you, not giving you a moment to breathe or think. All you can do is hold onto him and let him ride you through waves upon waves of ecstasy.

“P-please wear a collar for me. Want your devotion, love, please,” you whine, a blubbering mess. It’s all Demon Priest needs for that final cord of restraint to snap.

With a ferocious growl that has you jumping in your skin, Demon priest holds onto you tighter and pounds away at your pussy like a savage beast. Your bodies wetly slapping together, the sound overpowering your own moans and groans.

Your mind blurs with an overwhelming intensity as shocks spark through your already buzzing body. If Demon Priest wasn’t already a demon you’d swear he was acting like a man possessed by the way he was rutting into you.

Demon Priest worships every inch of your body, small whimpers leaving you as he caresses his cock bulging in your lower tummy. An apt reminder of how deeply he’s fucking you. Your pussy clamps down on his huge cock and he growls, somehow picking up his pace.

Your body jolts with every thrust but luckily Demon Priest is right there to slam you back down on his pulsating girth, balls slapping heavily against your clit over and over again till you erupt all over his length. Squeezing him and suffocating him with your gummy walls till he joins you in climax. Pumping countless spurts of cum into your eager cunt, your tummy distending with the amount of hot semen he spills inside of you.

Demon Priest’s worship of you doesn’t end there, not that it ever truly ends. He slumps on top of you, whispering endless praises and showering you in light tender kisses and gentle massages to help you through the aftershocks. Blessing you and thanking you for making him feel more than he ever could’ve imagined.

Yet he doesn’t properly show just how much you mean to him till a few days later he stands in front of you in his formal wear with you resting naked on your bed. He makes a whole show of undressing himself, baring himself to you completely.

All to reveal the small collar you had gotten him hiding underneath his clothes. The sight turns you on more than words can describe and you can’t control yourself as you pounce on him and drag his body on top of yours by the collar. Both of you more than ready to spend hours with his body being controlled by your every dark whim.

[ozzgin]

Hi!! Your writing it truly lovely 😭<33 If i could request anything with Zzy? Thank youuu

Yandere! Demon x Gloomy! Reader (II)

Featuring the goat-legged boy Zzy and a gloomy, newly employed detective Reader! By the way, his name is a little tribute to a series I like. Can you guess who inspired it? Hint: it's Jhonen Vasquez's first comic :D

Content: female reader, perverted goat demon yandere, dark/crass humor!, monster romance, mildly NSFW

[Part 1] [Monster masterlist]

The detective man, at the very least, kept his word. The pay is good, and you barely have any work to do. The jobs themselves are similarly not too challenging: so far you haven’t had to deal with any murder mystery out of an Agatha Christie novel. Rather, most of the time, it’s someone asking you to investigate their cheating partner, or sending you to do a background check for an employee. Every now and then you’ll get the odd client, but that’s something for another day.

Your boss isn’t all that bad either. You were initially quite hesitant to be alone in the room with him. He always seems to be surrounded by an eerie, dark aura, and you’ve only seen him smile in a menacing, villainous way. Now you’ve gotten used to his strangeness. In fact, it’s almost comforting. There’s something refreshing about another human being honest about their misery. He seems to be just as uninterested in this job as you are, spending most of his time reading at his desk. Despite his unkempt, scary appearance, he's pleasant enough and looks after you. Which, now that you think about it, is a little suspicious. You've seen him act around other people: curt and to the point, disinterested, even potentially rude. With demons, he's ruthless.

"Have you had lunch yet?" the man asks, standing up and dusting his knees. "I can get us something."

You nod and flash him a flaccid smile, although you can't help but ask:

"Listen, aren't you being a little too nice? I mean, I'm not complaining...but I've seen how you behave in general, and I have a hard time coming up with a reason for my special treatment."

He ponders your question for a moment, before his sunken eyes look ahead, somewhere behind you.

"Well…If I’m being honest, you’re kind of pathetic, aren't you? I’m just a little worried that if I’m too harsh, I’ll find out you hanged yourself in your apartment or something. Not that I’d care, but if you’re gone, I’m the one stuck with…that thing.”

Ah. That’s what it was. Almost immediately, a shiver runs across your spine.

“(Y/N)! Are you done yet? I’m booooooored”, a prolonged whine erupts from the neighboring chamber.

“I’m about to have lunch, actually. Do you want any-”

“You know I do! Spread those legs and I can start”, the goat demon declares with a grin, clacking his hooves in your direction.

You sigh.

Of course. Months ago, you were tricked into signing a lifelong contract with Zzy. It was the detective’s way of washing his hands off the matter and warmly welcoming you into the agency. It makes sense that he'd treat you with utmost care, otherwise he'd have to deal with this pest from Hell once again.

How's your life with Zzy going?

You've since found a way to seal your bedroom, in order to avoid waking up with his groping hands under your sheets. Sadly, the stubborn creature keeps finding ways to bypass your safety measurements. Who would’ve thought that lust is such a powerful driving force?

On top of the nightly shenanigans, you obviously have to deal with him during the day, at the agency. “Listen, it’s like…one of those fidget toys. It helps with stress”, he explains fervently while pointing at your chest. “You want me to do my work properly, don’t you?” He concludes theatrically. “You’re not holding my boobs. This is the end of the conversation.”

If you’re having a bad day, it won’t go unnoticed. “Boy, what a smell, what a delicacy. You’re even more miserable than usual”, Zzy will exclaim, throwing his hands together in a graceful prayer. “You know what the best medicine is? A quick fuck. Let me pound that sadness out of you, eh?”

Despite his constant clowning, the demon does have moments of clarity. He becomes particularly serious when jealous. “What have you done?” You shout in despair, gawking at the client - now morphed into a pig - foaming at the mouth and running around the room. “He was staring at your ass. Only I can do that.” The horned man stands proud, arms crossed, nodding at his own courageous act. His most treasured belonging has been defended once more.

As expected, the jealous curse has gotten both of you into time-out. Zzy because he cursed the client in the first place, and you - despite your protests - because you didn't stop him in time. "Can't you wear something easier to take off? It takes two business days to unbutton this crap", the demon complains as he fiddles with your shirt. You're laying on the sofa, hands behind your head, gazing at the clock on the wall and counting the minutes passing. Unbothered, compliant. The peacefulness of someone who's given up. "Zipper is to the left", you add, aiding the process.

Another irritating detail is that the damned beast can detect the slightest arousal coming from you, and will make sure to announce it loudly, regardless of who is around. "Someone's horny! Whew, getting me all worked up, too." You slap a hand over his mouth, a deep red blush rapidly spreading across your cheeks. You turn to the detective and apologize profusely, but he remains unconcerned, flipping another page. "Let me take care of her first, Mr. Detective", Zzy manages to mumble through your pressed fingers. "As long as you get the task done", your boss responds plainly, never bothering to look up from his book.

"You should visit me down there sometimes", the horned creature suddenly mentions, his head resting in your lap as you idly browse your phone. You stop to glance down at him. "In Hell, you mean?" He snickers at the thought. "No one believes me when I tell them I have a human girlfriend. I need concrete proof, ya feel me?" You raise an eyebrow. "Girlfriend?" He disregards your inquiry and continues: "At least give me a pair of your panties to take back home." Absolutely not.

"Were you this much of a menace before I showed up?"

"What's that supposed to mean?! You can't blame a demon for being in love."

You sigh once more and roll over.

"Does that mean we can go for round two~?" Zzy is grinning at his own suggestion.

"Just go to sleep. Or something."

[obsessivevoidkitten]

The Monster Under Your Bed

Yandere Sleep Demon x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Noncon, kidnapping, somnophilia, sleep magic, delusional yandere, implied future stockholm syndrome, general yandere behavior

Word Count: 779

Lately you had been struggling with some of the weirdest dreams. Some were nightmares, some were even erotic, but most of them were just odd. As time went on you had gotten pretty good at just ignoring them.

The reason for all of your strange dreaming was the monster who dwelled under your bed, Rix. Rix was not an incubus, but he did get energy from the sleeping when he made physical contact with them. His kind was a somewhat common occurrence in older homes that had built up a lot of ambient emotional energy within their walls.

He used his magic to cause you to sleep deeply when he put his hands on you so that you would never find out what was happening. But one night things didn’t work out as well as they normally did.

You had been away for well over a week for work and Rix was extremely hungry. The ambient emotions radiating from the old walls sustained him, but just barely. He could have gone to seek out another source of nourishment, but he was rather attached to you.

It would have felt… improper… for him to feed off of someone who wasn’t you. He had a bit of a crush on you. It was rare but not unheard of for sleep demons to fall in love with someone who they were feeding from. It made sense, they were ingesting emotional energy, thoughts, and dreams. It was a very thorough way to get to know someone.

Rix was convinced, justifiably so, that the feeling would not be mutual. You were a human, he was a demon. He had a tall hulking form, scary tusks, shaggy black hair, and yellow eyes that glowed in the night. The only time you had any notion of him was from fleeting visions of him in some of the dreams you had while under his spell. A consequence of the magic and nothing intentional.

When you returned from your work trip Rix was too hungry and did not have the normal presence of mind to use his magic to its normal strength. As a consequence you ended up waking up while he leaned over you with his hand on your cheek. He went wide-eyed and silent, but you just looked up and gave him a sleepy smile and briefly placed your hand on his cheek in a mirror of what he was doing to you.

You just thought you were dreaming again so you mumbled something in a sweet and gentle tone that he couldn’t make out but it made his heart melt. Then you just grabbed his arm and snuggled up to it as you fell back asleep. Maybe you loved him too? Or at least liked him a lot from what you saw of him in your sleep? Either way it was clear there was something he could work with.

The more he thought about how you had brushed his cheek and then snuggled up to his arm the more delusional he became. He began inserting himself consciously into your dreams. You were never mean to him and always regarded him politely. It fueled his passion for you.

Rix decided to gently pick you up and pull you into the realm that existed beneath your bed, a place normally only accessible to him. He began to use stronger sleep spells on you so he could get away with exploring your entire body, even going so far as sliding his dick into you after carefully stretching your delicate human entrance.

The few times you had awoken while he was fucking into you, you didn’t have a bad reaction. Sometimes initially a bit startled, but once the pleasure won you over you got settled in and just enjoyed it. Of course you assumed that everything you experienced was just part of your erratic dreams. The two of you had sex in every position imaginable and on practically every surface of his otherworldly home.

But as Rix slowly started to wean you off of his sleeping spells and you spent more and more time awake, something began to seem off. This wasn’t a dream. Rix wasn’t a figment of your imagination. When you confronted him he quickly came clean, he just couldn’t lie to you directly.

You begged to go free but he refused to give in. He could keep you here for eternity and eventually you would turn to him out of loneliness. Besides, you had to fall asleep sometime, and he could do whatever he wanted to you once you did.

Your life may have become a nightmare but for Rix it was a dream come true.

[gothicxreylover]

I saw that you had made a Hashiras x tiny reader and I was wondering if you could do something similar but with Hantengu. Like maybe the reader gets overwhelmed by the Hashira and decides to run away only to later bump into tiny Hantengu. Feeling a sort of kinship with the reader, he leads the reader back to his clones who are all stunned or surprised to see a tiny. How would each of the clones react to the reader? How does each clone show their affection for the reader? Please and thank you

Yandere Hantengu Clones x Tiny Reader – Escape, Discovery, and Obsession

Hello! Thank you for your request! And I hope you enjoy

You had been living with the Hashira for some time, their overwhelming presence making your life feel suffocating. Their constant attention, doting, and protective behavior had left you drained. Though their intentions seemed kind, their sheer size and possessiveness made you feel small—both physically and emotionally. Desperate for freedom, you seized the opportunity to escape one night when their watchful eyes were elsewhere.

As you ran through the dense forest, exhausted and disoriented, you tripped over a root, falling face-first onto the soft earth. Before you could gather your bearings, a pitiful sob caught your attention. You turned your head to see a tiny, trembling figure staring at you—a tiny demon clutching his head, his wide eyes full of fear.

“W-who… who are you?” he stuttered, his voice quivering as he crawled closer.

Meeting Tiny Hantengu

His size shocked you—he was only a little taller than you, a rare sight in a world of towering demons and humans. Seeing someone just as small as you filled you with a strange sense of kinship.

“I… I ran away,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Hantengu’s expression softened as he sniffled, his fear momentarily giving way to curiosity. “R-run away? From big people?” he asked, his tone hesitant but understanding.

You nodded, and he seemed to relax slightly, his trembling subsiding. “I… I know how that feels. Big people are scary,” he mumbled, his gaze darting around nervously.

Though you were cautious, something about his timid demeanor made you feel safe. When he extended his hand, you hesitated before taking it. “Come with me,” he whispered. “My… my other selves will protect you.”

The Clones’ Reactions

Hantengu led you deep into the forest to a secluded clearing where his clones resided. The moment they saw him approaching, they gathered around, their eyes narrowing as they noticed you.

Sekido (Anger)

Sekido was the first to react, his scowl deepening as he glared down at you.

“What is this, Hantengu? You brought a human here? A tiny one, no less?” he growled, his voice sharp and commanding.

You flinched at his tone, but Hantengu clung to your arm, shaking his head. “They… they’re like me. Small… scared,” he whimpered.

Sekido’s gaze softened slightly as he observed your trembling form. Though his anger remained, there was a flicker of understanding in his crimson eyes. “Tch. Fine. But don’t think this means you can do whatever you want. You’re under our protection now, so don’t make me regret it,” he said, his tone harsh but protective.

Sekido showed his affection by being fiercely protective, standing guard over you and ensuring no harm came your way. Though his demeanor was rough, his actions spoke volumes—he would destroy anyone who threatened you.

Karaku (Pleasure)

Karaku’s reaction was the complete opposite. His eyes lit up with amusement as he crouched down to your level, a wide grin spreading across his face.

“Well, well, what do we have here? A little human? How cute,” he said, his voice dripping with playful mischief.

He reached out to poke your side gently, chuckling when you squeaked in surprise. “Don’t be scared, little one. I’m not going to hurt you. You’re way too interesting for that,” he teased.

Karaku showed his affection through playfulness, often teasing you or picking you up to swing you around gently. He enjoyed making you laugh, though his antics sometimes pushed your limits.

Urogi (Joy)

Urogi’s reaction was filled with excitement. He flapped his wings as he landed beside you, his sharp grin stretching wide.

“A tiny human? This is amazing!” he exclaimed, his golden eyes gleaming with curiosity.

He leaned in close, his claws resting on the ground beside you. “You’re so small! How do you even survive like this?” he asked, his tone more fascinated than mocking.

Urogi’s affection was shown through his high-energy antics. He loved taking you on “rides,” flying you high above the trees to show you the world from his perspective. Though his excitement could be overwhelming, he always made sure you were safe in his grasp.

Aizetsu (Sorrow)

Aizetsu approached cautiously, his melancholic expression softening as he gazed at you.

“You must have been so scared,” he said softly, his voice tinged with sadness. “Running away… it must have been awful.”

You nodded hesitantly, and his sorrowful eyes filled with determination. “Don’t worry. You don’t have to be scared anymore. We’ll take care of you,” he said, his tone gentle and reassuring.

Aizetsu showed his affection by being the most emotionally attentive. He listened to your fears and comforted you when you felt overwhelmed, his soothing presence a stark contrast to the others’ intensity.

Zohakuten (Hatred)

Zohakuten stood off to the side, his arms crossed as he observed you with a critical gaze.

“A human? Why would we waste our time on someone so weak?” he muttered, though there was no malice in his tone.

When Hantengu whimpered, Zohakuten sighed and stepped closer, his stern expression softening ever so slightly. “If you’re staying here, you’ll follow my rules. No wandering off. No causing trouble,” he said firmly.

Zohakuten showed his affection through strict discipline. He ensured you were safe by setting boundaries and keeping the other clones in line. Despite his harsh exterior, his actions showed a deep care for your well-being.

Life with the Clones

Each of the clones displayed their affection in unique ways, their collective attention becoming overwhelming yet strangely comforting. Hantengu remained by your side constantly, his timid nature making him cling to you for reassurance. Though their obsessive care left you little room for freedom, you couldn’t deny the strange sense of safety you felt in their presence.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Enemies Within (2) Platonic Yandere Demon Queen Headcannons

Introduction | Part 1 | Kofi

“Don’t think about doing anything to my Queen’s baby! I’ll kill you long before you’ve begun to act on it!”

“Hmph you think you could stop me. The Queen is clearly disillusioned and neglecting us and her empire for that…thing.”

“DON’T YOU–”

“Silence Milune. Enjoy your time with the toad, while you can it won’t get old enough to speak.”

The threat is from the 2nd concubine, the likely father of the Queen’s first child-Silk of the Silver Snow Mountains

Hailing from the wintery mountains, his beauty is garnered in his pale uniqueness

Eyes as blue as the sky and hair white as snow

With a soft and attractive face

As the prettiest it was a given that the Demon Queen would claim him eventually 

But he didn’t go without a fight

Legend has it that the scuffle to decide who would be a concubine to who ended in a change of geography so great new maps had to be issued

Almost matching in strength with the Queen his pull within court and among the concubines is clear

Not to mention his unofficial King status given the short life of his daughter

Milune understands this all so painful for him

Her emotional intelligence her greatest strength among the Queen’s court

Practically begs the Queen to be wary of him even though she’s being needed more as the efforts to exterminate humanity continue forward

While the Queen takes her warnings seriously, she hardly spares the time to even look him in the face anymore

“Don’t go anywhere near my baby, Silk.”

“Why? Worried the curse of our union will happen again?”

“Stop it.”

“Scared that you might see me? That I might remind you of our daughter?!”

“STOP IT!”

It’s from places of such deep pain that they don’t communicate much anymore

And it’s killing him

So much so that while she is out overseeing the latest weapon against the Hero, he sets out to the dungeon

Easily killing the guards and walking through the traps like they're minor annoyances

“With such weak things it almost seems that she wants this child to die.”

“Silk?! Don’t you dare—”

“Move.”

He incapacitates Milune with a sharp spell of ice, rendering her immobile as she flops to the ground

Able to turn she tries reaching out for you is just waking up from a nap, cooing for her to grab you

“--y–/n—!”

Silk easily produces an icicle in one hand as he holds the quieting babe in his other

And with medical precision he slices at your knee

The blood that pours out is immediate

And so is your crying

“WAAAAA! WAAAA! WAAAA!”

Silk finally pauses 

Not that he wasn’t expecting you to cry

But he wasn’t expecting to be brought back to the moment of the Queen’s delivery

Standing there filled with joy that morphed to horror…all because his baby wasn’t crying 

Recalling over the hour of the healers and medics trying multiple things there was no crying

None but the Queens 

And he’d realized how deeply he desired to hear a cry…because hearing that would have meant everything was okay

When the Queen returns she immediately goes for the dungeons, excited to hold her baby after a day of grueling failure

Only to be filled with dread at the state of the hallways leading to the nest

Dead guards of her choosing and traps sprung with no sign of damage to the one who triggered them

Her heart prepares for the worst, thinking back to her first baby

“NOT AGAIN! NEVER AGAIN!”

She dashes with complete abandon uncaring of the way she makes holes in the walls and craters with her steps

Coming across her opened nest to find an odd scene…

There is Silk in his cold and detached visage holding her baby who’s being put to sleep again

Milune looking hurt, sighs in relief as she stands a little ways away from the other concubine

A waft of her infamous healing magic being sent in her baby’s direction

“Silk?! What is this?”

“If you plan to replace our daughter with this child I’ll never condone it.”

“Silk.”

“But if you raise (Y/n) as themself than I will do everything in my power to raise them well….and certainly upgrade the measly mousetraps you had set up before.”

Milune cringes

Waiting for the Queen to explode, to stab him, to envelope the both of them in incinerating heat

But she doesn’t she smiles

Entering her nest and leaning over to kiss your head

“I never would dare replace her. This child will never be a replacement for her. They are my own little human baby who’s been found at the perfect time.”

Silk smiles at this and changes the way he’s cradling you, allowing her to pick you up

“By the way Millune why are you using your magic?”

“Well…it’s for–”

Before she can sheepishly explain The Queen finds it

The scratch on your chubby knee slowly being closed up

The temperature drops

Causing you to wail in discomfort

“Millune if you’ll feed them and put them down for a nap, please.”

“Yes my Queen!”

“Silk. Come we have much to speak about.”

The fight that she has with him is more of a one-sided beatdown

Silk doing the bare minimum as a valid punishment for even coming at you with the intention to harm

But the surface level scratch was an absolute crime

She actually leveled multiple mountain ranges this time

And was satisfied when Silk was left with three fingers missing

After being talked down from taking the whole hand

Sincet then the Queen is quite pleased with her concubines

Both of them attending to you when they’re not by her side

Dutifully beginning to shape you into the Demon Royalty you’ve come to be 

“Wah!”

“Put your hands down, little one it ruins you’re official wear.”

“Wah, wah, wah!”

“Do no take that tone with her! Apologize little one.”

“Mmmm. Reh?”

“That will have to do.”

The last of her loyal concubines to fall for you is her third and dearest friend

One of her generals…her most high general responsible for leading her to you in the first place

Because he’s more of a fighter less of a lover

He prefers to be aiding her on the battlefield 

And he doesn’t mind much since he hasn’t seen you since she first adopted you

The next time he sees you it’s somewhere he never expected

“Buuuu!”

“....Where did you come from?”

He was in the training room practicing his sword swings on the battered dummies when he felt a tiny hand grab onto him

Leaning on his calf for support is itty bitty you

He stands there for a little while just trying to comprehend 

The why

The how

The what ifs

Before he feels your little hand leave him and your on the move again

So busy being a general he’s never thought about children or the fact he’s never held one

And thus he’s afraid that he’d smash you to bits if he held you wrong

But as he watches you struggle to walk before reverting to quickly crawling 

He realizes he should follow after 

So that’s what he does for the rest of his mandatory day off

Following after baby you who’s just discovering every which way of the kingdom's sub level

Its only when you seem to step forward with upmost confidence towards some steps that he actually goes to carry you 

“So…light!”

He discovers he has no issues with holding a baby without squashing them

But he does seem to have trouble keeping a squirmy baby in place

“I thought you were supposed to stay in my arms…oh please be careful…and don’t hang off my horn you’ll stick yourself.”

It’s when he finally ventures to the Queen’s nest; a place he’d almost forgotten where it was

That he notices the temperature drop

Seeing the new guards quiver 

He makes sure to cuddle you tight, seeing you curl into his hair

But when he gets there all he sees is the other two concubines absolutely frightened

“THEY COULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN FAR!! YOU CHECKED THE ARMORY DIDN’T YOU!?”

“AND THE THRONE ROOM AND THE TORTURE CELLS! I CAN’T FIND THEM ANYWHERE!? SHOULD i KILL MYSELF OR WAIT FOR THE QUEEN TO!”

“Don’t lose hope! I’ll dash around in high speed to find them!”

“But if you miss they’ll get hurt from the aftershock!” 

“Curse humanity! WHY CAN’T THEY BE LESS PRONE TO DIE!?”

“...Uhm you guys looking for them?”

“(Y/n)! Oh thank the Queen!”

“YOU NAUGHTY INFANT! YOU COULD’VE DIED!”

“Maybe stop cooling the place down and they won’t.”

When the Queen returns her concubines are honest and she’s looking to her highest general 

“Thank you, Mordecai.”

“Of course, my Queen.”

“Not just for caring for them this time…for them entirely.”

“Anytime my Queen. Finding the heir to your kingdom is among my duties.”

“I hope you’ll continue that for centuries to come.”

From the Demon Queen and her concubines to the entire demon kingdom you’re destined to grow up pampered and protected

Though it would be a shame to know that the one who’d raised you for the role, could no longer be there...

TBC

[irisinluv]

Careful What You Wish For

TW: Depictions of violence, toxic relationship, slight nsfw themes at the start, magical bargaining, and not proof read

You know, when you have a deadbeat boyfriend, you think that surely, the worst thing that can happen has already happened. He forgot our anniversary, asked me for money on my birthday, punched my uncle at a family barbecue, the list goes on. But sacrificing me to a demon is an all time low.

I really should’ve realized something was off when he asked if we could spice it up in the bedroom…. And that he’d do all the work. This, coming from the guy who thinks missionary is too much work. But hindsight is 20/20…. I eagerly agreed. He tied me up with some itchy nylon shit, and while his knots were sloppy and didn’t feel sexy in the least… I still was so unbelievably excited at the initiative. I was completely bound to the bed, he had slipped a blindfold over my eyes…. This was new, exhilarating, and completely out of character for him.

As I listened, holding my breath as the anticipation built, I could hear him muttering to himself, heard the nightstand drawer open, and I shivered as my mind flashed to thoughts of the vibrator I kept in that same drawer. I felt the warmth of his body as he climbed ontop of me, sliding my shirt up ever so slowly. This was the same man who spent all day raging as he played Fortnite against 9 year olds, I really couldn’t believe it, I was soaked already any he hadn’t even touched me properly yet.

I squirmed at the agony of waiting, and then a knife sliced my chest from my sternum down. Burning pain crashed over my body. As I screamed in shock, fear, and pain, struggling uselessly against the ropes, he started chanting. It was some unknown language that commanded more respect than the stuttering pronunciations falling from his inexperienced lips. He fumbled over the words, his cadence was off, and yet; despite his less than stellar performance, a low pitched hum filled the room.

A sound like grating stone followed soon after, my ears straining to locate its source. I screamed the safe word, sobbing as I felt hot blood dripping down my body and pooling on the mattress beneath me.

That’s the first thing the demon saw when he appeared. My bloodied form yanking at the ropes, panicked sobs and pleas that oddly enough included the word “avocado,” and then the one who summoned him. A greasy man who appeared to be wearing a Minecraft t-shirt, now splattered with blood.

“Belial! Lord of the fourth hell! I, Matt, Duke of discord, present to you this soul sacrifice in exchange for my hearts desire!”

The throbbing pain from my chest, coupled with the blood loss made me lightheaded, and so it took me a moment to realize he was talking to someone, offering them my soul.

The demon remained silent, assessing. Matt continued,

“In exchange for this mortal soul, my wish is to never have to lift a finger again, to have all the money I could ever want, I want to be treated like royalty!”

If let out a frustrated scream at that, I’m bleeding out on the bed, the woman who’d been providing for him financially, making all his meals, doing his laundry, giving him below the desk support whenever he wanted it, and this is what I get in exchange? He’s sacrificing my soul, for what? So he can rot online for the rest of his life?

“Matt you lazy fucking asshole let me go!”

The demon watches silently as the I thrash and scream at Matt, and how Matt only rolls his eyes and says,

“I’m sorry about her. This is why I can’t wait to get rid of her, I mean really, I’m suffocating over here!”

I’ll show him suffocating…. But that’s when the demon finally speaks.

“I will accept your bargain. In exchange for this mortal soul, all your wishes shall be granted.”

Matt’s pimpled face breaks out into a grin and he pumps his fist in the air as if he’d just won a match. I sob in terror, still unable to see the figure, but his voice was deep and eerily calm. The demon snaps his fingers, and suddenly I feel the gash on my chest knitting itself back together. I gasp and take a few sniffling breaths as I assess what is going on, confusion wracking my brain. Aren’t I supposed to be damned to eternal torture or something now? Why is my head no longer pounding from blood loss? Why are my wrists no longer raw and throbbing from yanking the ropes? A hand reaches over and lifts the blindfold from my face, and I blink against the light.

The demon is tall and imposing, dark jagged wings and horns clashing with an eerily beautiful face. He strokes my face gently before turning to Matt, who is looking equally confused,

“You end has been fulfilled, allow me to uphold my end of the bargain.”

He snaps his fingers, and Matt screeches as his limbs snap to his side, immobile.

“Your first wish, to never lift a finger again.”

Another snap of his fingers, and gold coins begin raining down around Matt, thunking against his head and causing him to yelp and curse as the heavy disks continued their assult, pooling at his feet and slowly starting to swallow him up.

“All the money you could ever want.”

With one last snap, Matt’s prone form begins to be wrapped in bandages, his panicked screeches muffled at it wrapped around his face. A beautiful sarcophagus materializes, and Matt is lowered inside, the sounds of his terror cutting off as the sarcophagus sealed shut, standing silent and still amidst a pile of gold coins.

“And finally, to be treated like royalty…. Enjoy the pyramid, Matt, Duke of Discord.”

And with that, the sarcophagus and gold all disappeared, leaving me alone with the demon. Unsure of what to expect next, I was silent, terrified. He flicked his wrist and all the blood disappeared from my clothes and skin, the ropes securing me to the bed unraveled. He took my hands in his own and lifted me from the bloodied mattress, and then he smiled.

“Finally…. You’re mine.”