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SYNOPSIS: After a few years, Yohan finally see an old friend.
PAIRING: Priest Yohan x Enchantress!Fem!Oc
WARNING: Angstish?
CHARACTERS: Priest Yohan, Moon Enchantress ( Maria Madlock ), Death Enchantress ( Inari Hill, mentioned ), The Elemental Sisters ( mentioned )
FANDOM: Alternative Universe
AUTOR: Yeah it will happen a romance between then, please donât kill me đ â Also, should I make it a series of One-shots or a Book/Fanfic?
For years she disappeared, hiding in the shadows and protecting her COVEN, known as The Elemental Sisteers, however, on a fateful night, when they were in one of her cults, they were attacked by Demons, the bad thing was that they were still weakened due to being On the Waning Moon, Sisters were too weak to fight, which consequently caused them to suffer a huge loss, they were destroyed the Enchantress and their pupils, killed, and only two managed to escape with their Familiars.
The New Moon Enchantress, Maria Madlock and her Familiar Draugolf, a Moon Wolf & The Death Enchantress, Inari Hills with her Three Familiars, The Three Spirit Cats: Macaria, Thanatos and Circe, the Spirts of Death.
In the midst of that chaos they ended up getting lost and following opposite paths, now, the Moon found herself alone somewhere in that forest in the company of her Moon Wolf, a large wild dog that could even serve as a mount if she wanted to.
At that moment, Maria and her familiar were walking through the forest looking for some sign of civilization, the Coven was extremely far from the city so, they would need to follow the road with a certain safe distance so that they would not be seen; especially on account of the huge wild dog with her.
Draugolf huffed.
â We're too far away.. we won't have a chance to find them, if we go back, we'll surely run into those demons, we have no choice⊠we have to go on and find a place to stay until the dust settles â â She sighed as walked, her feet making the dry leaves crunch on the ground.
' We should have followed them... we wouldn't be in this situation if we had done that ' - Drougolf's voice came in her mind.
â Of course, in the midst of that chaos we would think of following them while all our other two sisters were being ripped to shreds by those demons â â She spoke in a sarcastic tone as she cast a sharp look in the direction of her familiar who responded with a roll of his eyes â " We can only hope that they are safe somewhere and that they managed to escape from those monsters "
' And wait for some sign from them.. ' - He commented.
â That too â â She sighed.
When they finished walking, having reached the end of the trail, which led directly to a highway, as she saw they had no option, she turned to Drougolf.
He knew what he had to do.
In the blink of an eye, from a large wolf, he transformed into a blue-grey dog of the Great Dane breed.
" Thanks, now let's go, I believe we are close to the city " â She said while putting her hands inside the pockets of her blue coat.
Of course when she ran away from the massacre she wasn't wearing that outfit, but using her magic, she managed to change her Coven outfit with more common clothes like a dark jeans, a white shirt and a blue coat and black alls stars sneakers, plus her auburn hair was loose and messy from running so much.
With that, they continued their walk along the side of the road, and at the same time paying attention if they saw any signs indicating where they were going and returning how many kilometers were still left to reach their new destination.
However, instead of spotting a sign, she spots an extremely familiar figure of someone she hasn't seen in over years.
She quickly recognized him from his priest's uniform.
â Miss Moon, what a surprise to see you here â â The young priest said with a sweet smile on his lips, clearly pleased to see his old friend.
âYohan? Why are you here? â âshe said, clearly surprised; stopping her steps on the road.
She hadn't seen him in years, and she hadn't the faintest idea of his whereabouts in recent years.
Drougolf stopped beside her, letting out a small growl.
â I came to visit my father, but I decided to take a walk in the woods before going there, would you like to come with me? â âHe invited her.
The Familiar looked at its owner as if silently asking her if she would accept the invitation.
â Uhh⊠sure? I don't see why not.. â â The redhead replied as she shoved her hands into her coat pockets and with that followed behind him, Drougolf following close behind.
However, she kept a certain distance between the two.
â So how are you and your sisters? Are you all okay? Are you still serving Lady Selene? â âHe might be a Priest, but that didn't mean he would disrespect their faith and what they served.
She was dead silent, which made him stop walking and with that he turned to her.
â Moon? â â He Questioned.
â They are dead, all of them, killed by demons⊠well, I think that except one who also managed to escape⊠Sister Death managed to escape, but I haven't heard from her for days.. â â She replied, her voice carrying pain and nostalgia.
His eyes slightly widened.
But finally it seemed that the dots connected for him, New Moon was always loyal to Selene, her most loyal pupil and practically the first of all, the one who possessed the most knowledge of Lunar Magic.
Only something horrible like that would make her flee her sanctuary.
" My condolences, Moon, may they be resting in peace " â He said, making the sign of the cross â " I will pray for them tonight before I retire to my bed "
The Enchantress simply nodded in agreement, saying a small 'thank you'.
â You⊠you've been alone since then? â â He questioned.
Drougolf barked, as if to say he was still there.
â Yes⊠Me and Drougolf have been wandering the forest since then, we're looking to get to the next town to look for shelter and wait for the dust to settle⊠â â She explained while keeping her gaze on the ground.
She was feeling like she was talking to a complete stranger, Johan used to be her closest friend but now that he had become a real priest it left her feeling like she was talking to someone completely different.
After all, she was what his religion considered a 'Witch'.
â Why don't you come with me to my father's house? I'm sure they'll have a room for you there â â He asked, stopping in his tracks.
" Johan I don't want to disturb, Drougolf and I can manage, we can reach the next town in a few hours, from the signs I saw we are not very far " - Maria tried to argue.
â Please, I insist, I won't be able to lay my head in my pillow without feeling guilty for leaving you here at the mercy of the world â â He said with a sad smile.
Drougolf looked at the redhead, waiting for her answer.
The young woman sighed.
â Okay, I'll go with you, BUT⊠I'll only stay for a few days, understand me? â â She warned.
â For me that's more than enough time, it will be enough time for us to talk and catch up â â Johan chuckled.
However, she remained silent.
Her silence was slowly killing him, it was as if she had placed an invisible barrier between the two, even their distance was too much for him.
He wasn't enjoying this.
Yohan knew that she was a witch, not just any witch, but one of the best good witches that ever lived, however, he never thought that his becoming a priest would affect her so much when they saw each other again.
He didn't blame her, the story itself told how women like her had suffered at the hand of the church.
But at the very least, he was grateful that he had finally found her after years.
TAGS: @werelosingdaylight
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Martin van Maële (1863-1926) - Illustration for Anatole France's 'The Well of Santa Clara', 1903
#martin van maële#the well of santa clara#anatole france#devil#demon#occult#horror art#dark art#art#book illustration#drawing#illustration#etching
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Kaz: Alright, so now that the plan is in motion, letâs move.
The other Crows, having no idea what plan is in motion nor where Kaz has been the last 24 full hours:
(under his breath)
kaz: no. no, you may not.
#kaz brekker#shadow and bone#kanej#grishaverse#six of crows memes#inej ghafa#kaz x inej#six of crows#leigh bargudo#crooked kingdom#dealing with our demons#six of crows fanfic#jesper fahey#nina zenik#matthias helvar#wylan van eck
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vanlock nation i have 1 drawing of them almost kissing, if i get 150 notes (somehow) i will smush their faces together
#vanlock nation how are we doing#tgaa#tgaa chronicles#tgaac#great ace attorney#the great ace attorney#dgs#herlock sholmes#barok van zieks#vanlock#dgs sherlock holmes#sherlock holmes#homubaro#van zieks#the demons are telling me to draw them passions making out because no one else is drawing it#the demons might win#iâm going insane#going through artblock though ngl#having a normal one
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The Weight of Dreams
Demon!Josh x F!Reader
Authors Note: Happy Spooky Season everyone!! Lately Iâve been calling Josh a demon as a joke but something in my brain went, âwrite that down!â and thus this One Shot was born! Hope you enjoy him!
Word Count: 7.7k
Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, 18+, PURE filth, there is a plot but you know what I mean, fingering, penetrative sex F!receiving, unprotected sex (but heâs a demon so?), oral sex F!Receiving, horn play (drew gooden voice, âI sure hope it does!â)
Incubi arenât supposed to have regulars. Theyâre not supposed to have patterns. Theyâre supposed to skip around the ether and drop into human dreams like funnel clouds in the sky. Incubi and their Succubi counterparts all have their own agendas, feeding their primal urges since the first time a human fell asleep. If only humans knew the kind of catnip and candy that wafted into the universe from their subconscious.Â
In the hierarchy of Hell, Incubi arenât that far up the food chain. High enough to be a nuisance but low enough that they could essentially do what they wanted. The Dukes, Princes and Kings had more important things to worry about than horny, slumbering humans.Â
One demon in particular was more chaotic than most. He was on the younger end for an Incubi, which often led to him shirking the ârulesâ of his kind in favor of whatever he wanted. He was a fucking Demon, another cog in the infernal machine that lurked beneath the earth. Who cares if he had an urban legend or two attached to his presence? If his equally demonic twin could be referred to as The Hat Man, then why couldnât he continue on his nightly Hellish crusades and have fun while doing it?Â
Whatâs the worst that could happen?
On this ordinary Wednesday night, he was flitting about town to town, sniffing out any saucy dreams that intrigued him. Not all dreams were created equal, and there were enough humans on the planet that he could afford to be picky.Â
He was skating through the sky, invisible to the human eye. The only clue to his presence would be the occasional zap of a poDwer line or flickering streetlight. Power surges often happened if there were too many of his kind around, often confused with their Poltergeist cousins.Â
The Demon was about to give up on this and of town and move onto the next major city when he was nearly hit in the face with the force of a dream that made him skid to a halt. Like a bloodhound, he followed the trail to a nearby apartment, easily fitting through a cracked window and into the kitchen. The only sound that could be heard was the low chatter from a television in another room. The lustful energy beckoned him down the short hallway like bait on a hook.Â
Oh, this was going to be fun, he thought, a smirk forming on his face.
The only door on this end of the apartment was open, and the light of the television illuminated and flickered into the hall. With silent footsteps, he crept inside to see the source of the arousal that was practically vibrating the walls.Â
If only humans were aware of what their energy could do.
The bedroom was tiny and it took seconds to find the source of the intoxicating energy. To Incubi, energy had a taste and a smell that was a touch beyond human comprehension, like trying to see infrared light with the naked eye. It made the demon's eyes threaten to roll back the closer he got to the bed.Â
The human, a woman, rolled over in her bed, oblivious to the creature observing her. Her hair covered most of her face, and thatâs when she made the most exquisite sound he had heard all night.Â
A tight, low, barely audible moan.Â
His entire being snapped to attention. He flexed his shoulders and silently walked towards the bed, satisfied he had found just the right dream to drop into. He gazed down at your slumbering form, noting your furrowed brow and pursed lips. He perched on the side of the bed, tentatively waiting for the right moment to drop in. It was more of an artform than even other Demons thought.Â
Your television was still on, and the light that projected onto the wall in front of him perfectly silhouetted his small horns that curled backwards on either side of his head. All Demons had horns, and they were as individual as a fingerprint. The more experienced the Demon, the larger and stronger they looked. As an Incubus, his werenât much to write home about, but he hoped that one day theyâd eventually curl around the back of his head like a ram, and maybe if he was bad enough, heâd earn his leathery, bat-like wings similar to the other higher up Demons he knew.Â
Slowly, his hand curled around your soft wrist, his head rolling back along with his dark eyes as your dream materialized in front of him.Â
A university library? Groundbreaking.Â
But there you were, reaching up towards a high shelf for a specific book and looking back over your shoulder, hoping the object of your fantasy would notice. Unfortunately for you, a Demon was in your dream now, and he was in the driverseat.
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In this dream, your Demon was fully human in appearance. His horns were no longer visible, instead the main focus was his curly hair perfectly styled on top of his hair, and his eyes werenât their usual black voids, but a dark brown that could see right through you. He slowly walked up behind you, allowing his footsteps to be heard on the hardwood floors. You looked back at him and there was a brief flash of confusion, but it quickly turned into a smirk as you raised your hand above you for whatever book you were trying to reach.Â
In dreams, Earth-bound laws and physics didnât matter, so you were nonplussed when he was suddenly at your back, hands curling around your hips and lips lightly brushing the shell of your ear. One of his hands swept up your side and up your extended arm, his long fingers lacing yours and securing it against the bookshelf. The action had you shuddering against him, your ass perfectly wiggling against his front.Â
âNeed some help?â He whispered, dragging his lips along your ear as he spoke.Â
Another shiver ran through you.Â
You turned your face towards him, feeling his breath on your cheek.Â
âMaybe a littleâŠ,â you purred back at him.Â
âGood thing Iâm here then,â he said with a clear double meaning. The sheer arousal that was emanating off of you felt like a breath, no, a rush, of air into his lungs. The kind you take in after holding your breath for a long time. A low growl formed in his chest as he used the hand that was still wrapped around your hip to turn you around to face him.Â
Even though his natural state was glamoured to look human, his own personal style of thick black kohl rimming his eyes remained, and the way you were looking at him suggested you approved of said choice. Your shoulders melted against the stacks, but your pelvis pushed forwards towards his own. He gladly indulged you and rolled his hips right back, smirking at the way your breath caught in your throat.Â
You suddenly found both of your arms held above your head with one of his hands, while the other toyed with the hem of your skirt.Â
Because of course you were wearing a skirt in this dream.Â
The demon wedged his foot between yours, spreading your legs apart with an inhuman-like grace that had your lower lip sinking beneath your teeth and staring at him through your eyelashes.Â
The scenario was terribly cliched, but there was something about you that made the Incubi intrigued by it. He wanted to see how this played out.Â
The hand on your skirt disappeared under the fabric, lightly touching the flesh of your thigh. Another tremble shook your leg. You were so fucking sensitive, it was driving him insane.Â
You needed his touch.Â
His touch.Â
His fingertips drew patterns on your skin as he made his way up to where you needed him most. However, even though he was technically a Demon, he still had a shred of ethics about him, and he paused his hand.Â
âTell me what you want,â he requested in a rough voice.Â
Your eyebrows twitched a little at the question, but you answered quickly, âyou.â
That wasnât good enough for him, though.Â
âAre you sure?â
Your breathing got even heavier, âyes.âÂ
With that, he surged forward and crashed his lips onto yours, realizing he himself was dying for a taste too. His hand flattened against your thigh, kneading your flesh before continuing upwards. His fingertips were met with soft lace, and before he could fully toy with it, it vanished.Â
He hadnât been the one to do that.Â
You did, taking back control of the dream.Â
OhâŠ
The Incubi smiled against your lips, and relinquished his control over your dreamland. He was officially the passenger now, and he wanted to see what you could come up with.Â
With your lace panties freshly vanished, you spread your legs even farther and tilted your hips forward, practically offering your drenched pussy to him.Â
The heat he could feel coming off of you had his fingers shaking, and he wasted no time to slide his fingers through your slit. Your arousal coated his digits as he familiarized himself with every crease and fold you had, mentally mapping it out and trying to memorize you. Your flesh was so soft to him, a whimper threatened to escape his throat as he parted your mouth and slipped his tongue inside.Â
He teased your entrance briefly, before sliding upwards to your clit. He rolled the swollen bud between his fingers, and he pulled back from your face just far enough to ear you cry out.Â
That beautiful sound, he thought. He needed to hear it again.Â
It sent a jolt through his body not only in the dream but back in your bedroom as he sat next to you. His hand gripped your wrist a little tighter, not wanting to risk losing the connection.Â
His thumb was planted on your clit, sloppily circling it and giving it just the right amount of pressure, letting your mewling sounds and jolts of energy guide him. His middle fingers teased your entrance one more time before slowly slipping inside, enjoying the stretch almost more than you did. You were dripping down his hand at this point, and he wished for a second that he could feel it in person as opposed to in a dream like this, but he brushed the thought away as you threw your head back and gasped as the tip of his fingers curled upwards and grazed your g-spot.Â
The cheeky side of him wanted to tease you more, make you desperate and whiney, but you had other plans. Even in your heightened state, you still had enough wherewithal to wait until his fingers curled just right to clench around them and hold them where you wanted them as you grinded back down onto his hand.Â
The Incubusâs eyes flew open and he watched you wrench one of your hands from his grip above you and send it down to cup his own arousal through the jeans he had decided on for this dream. He bucked into your hand and bit down on your lower lip, a hint of frustration evident in the strangled sound coming from his throat. He released your other hand to grip what little of the bookshelf he could, while your newly free hand immediately went for the curls at the nape of his neck and tangled them around your fingers. This sent a fresh whine from the Incubus, and his resolve was threatening to give way. Part of him wanted to take back control, let you know who was steering this dream, but the other part of him was so intrigued by your assertiveness that he was this close to completely surrendering to you and drowning in your energy and rendering him pathetic in the eyes of other demons.Â
The thumb on your clit increased its speed and your own movements against his hand began to get sloppy. You felt your high bubbling up inside you, and there wasnât a single cell in your body that was going to get in the way of it. Your walls clenched even harder onto his fingers, to the point where they could barely move but neither of you cared.Â
âCome onâŠgive it to meâŠ,â was roughly whispered against your mouth as his thumb harshly pressed down on your clit, and with a cry your vision went white and you shattered around his hand. For what seemed like minutes you convulsed and shook for him, shouting expletives to the ceiling as you didnât even know his name.Â
Now this was when any other Incubus with a modicum of common sense and decorum would swiftly exit the dream and jet off to the next human of the night, but he wasnât ready to leave. The longer an Incubus occupied a human's dream, the bigger the risk of them becoming a memory. The standard practice was to give and feed off a singular orgasm from whatever human, and then never see the same one again. That way humans wrote off their naughty dreams as hormonal build ups and mundane desire, nothing more. Theyâre meant to be mischievous phantoms, not figures haunting your dreams. There were other Demons for that.Â
Instead, he continued to breathe raggedly against your cheek as he worked you through your orgasm. As you came down, he reluctantly withdrew his fingers from your core, and popped them in his mouth, wanting to savor your release for himself.Â
Your eyes met, and you both seemed to be silently asking the same question of, âwho are you?â
He couldnât leave. He wanted to truly have you. Whatâs the point in being a Demon if you didnât break the rules? Who put those rules in place in the first place? They could go fuck themselves. Even if he could only feel you wrapped up around him in a dream and never in the real world, he needed it.Â
His still-damp fingers gripped your shirt and nearly ripped it off your head before doing the same with his own shirt.Â
His enthusiasm surprised you and you held back a giggle as you took turns getting your clothes off as fast as possible. The Incubusâs lips locked back onto yours, and the faint taste of you still lingered in his tongue. He reached down and gripped the back of your thighs, lifting you easily against the stack. The shelves and books dug into your back but you welcomed it as he lined himself up with your entrance.Â
The feeling of his thick head gliding through your folds was brief before he sheathed himself inside you. The force and sensation had you biting down on his bottom lip harder than you should have but you were too focused on the sudden fullness you felt to care. Your eyes were rolled back into your head as you adjusted to him.Â
The Incubus inside you was gripping your hips like he was afraid youâd float away if he let go. He thought he had been prepared for this but the softness of your walls, the way you squeezed him, and the force of you biting down onto his lip had him uncharacteristically dizzy. He leaned his forehead against yours, letting his lip rest between your teeth as he remained still inside you.Â
You released his lip and whispered, âI need you to moveâŠâÂ
His eyes darted up to you and bore into yours as he reared back and slammed back in, causing you to arch your back away from the shelves. The Incubus dipped his head and took one of your nipples into his mouth, humming around it as he picked up his pace.Â
The both of you pawed at each other as you moved together, nails digging into skin and teeth nipping and biting wherever they could reach. This wasnât the time or place to go slow, and you both knew it. This dream was driven by need.
It wasnât long before your second high crept up on you. At some point a hand made its way in between you and was working your clit feverishly, By now you were a mess of bleary eyes and sweaty limbs. You couldnât form words as he pounded into you, clinging onto him after giving up the idea you could meet his thrusts.Â
âYou gonna let me have it again?â He spoke into your ear before leaving an open mouth kiss on the space just under it. âLet me feel it this way?â
Oh, it was inevitable, you could feel the coil inside you tightening up like a spring, and any moment now it was going to snap.Â
âI wish you knew how good you f-feel,â a growl rumbled in his chest, interrupting him, âsqueezingâŠmeâŠâÂ
You tried to respond, but all that came out of your mouth was a reedy sigh.Â
âLook at you, dumb for it,â he teased as he tilted his hips, causing his cock to hit an even more delicious spot deep within you.Â
It was too much. You were too overwhelmed. Between the tight grip on your ass, the kisses along your neck, the thumb working your clit, and the angle and force behind his moments, you were a goner.Â
He felt you tighten up even more first, and your walls started fluttering around him as your legs shook on either side of his hips. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, but you forced your eyes to stay open the whole time. With one last look into your watery eyes, he slammed himself into you one final time before he emptied himself.Â
His eyes snapped open, and he remembered where he actually was: in your bedroom. He slowly let go of your wrist, severing the connection completely.Â
It was over.Â
The Incubus stood up, backing away from your bed and watching you roll over onto your stomach. He needed to leave. He had been there for far too long. The energy from your dream was still roaring through his body, and your television was starting to flicker because of it. He couldnât risk being seen. No, that was a rule he could not break.Â
âGoodnight, Sweet Dreamer,â he whispered before exiting your apartment the way he came and into the night.Â
~!~
That was eight months ago, and the Incubus lasted two weeks before he came crawling back to your Dreamland. That dream was a little more creative, the both of you ending up making out at some nondescript house party, kicking red solo cups out of the way as you backed him up against a wall.Â
A week later, you were in some corn maze, and like most dreams it was confusing at first at who was trying to find who, but you ended up jumping on him in the center of the maze surrounded by bunnies and a pumpkin patch.Â
A notable one was where the Demon was a rock star, and he had you bent over a couch in some random green room of a stadium. That one was fun.Â
He tried, he really tried to keep his visits random and not too close together, but he failed miserably. At this point, he was a reaccuring dream to you, and he was starting to feel bad because you still didnât know what he was.Â
He tried keeping himself distracted by hanging around in a pocket dimension in Hell that his brothers were fond of. It was one they often found themselves at because of the quiet atmosphere compared to the rest of Hell. It wasnât anything fancy, but a seemingly endless bar where a Demon could sit down, order any little treat they wanted, and relax after a long day.Â
The four Demons were sitting at their usual table, catching up and sipping their respective beverages.Â
âAre you actually going to drink that, Josh?â His twin teased as the Incubus had been sat at the table with the low ball glass held against the side of his forehead white he leaned on his elbow. The chilled beverage was refreshing resting where his ebony horn protruded from his forehead.Â
âLeave me alone,â he mumbled before bringing the glass to his lips and taking a gulp.Â
His twin, Jake, snickered across the table, âwhatâs gotten into you lately anyway?â
Josh gave him a hard look, âI donât know what you mean.âÂ
âPlease. You havenât been out in forever and whenever you are with us you look like a kicked puppy.âÂ
âHave you considered that you might be the reason for that?â
Jakeâs mouth twisted into a frown, he knew better.Â
âAnyway,â Josh announced, trying to change the subject, âweâre here to celebrate Danielâs promotion!â He turned to his left and gestured at the tall curly haired demon. His newly-grown leathery wings flexed at the attention. He still wasnât used to having them yet.Â
In Hell, certain physical attributes were only obtained from being âpromoted.â Otherwise known as making the right deals with the right Demons and having connections. Out of the four of them, he was the first one to achieve wing-status. The rest of them just had their horns that they were born with.Â
Josh hoped to have wings one day but it was rare for Incubi to get the opportunity.Â
âHow do they feel?â The other brother, Sam, asked on Joshâs right. Sam was the youngest out of the four but he had a prowess and drive that made it obvious that his wings werenât far behind Dannyâs. It made the obvious competition between the two oldest twins even more tense at times.Â
âThey feel great, honestly but theyâre awkward as fuck at times.â He looked down as the farthest point of his wings kept brushing the floor from where he sat.Â
They settled back down into idle chatter, but Jake was not satisfied with Joshâs earlier answer. He wasnât going to pry with everyone there, so he waited until Sam and Danny took off for whatever mischief and turmoil they had up their sleeves.Â
Jake was flat out concerned with his twin, âtell me whatâs really going on,â he pressed in a soft voice once they were alone.Â
Josh sighed. Keeping the last eight months a secret from everyone, even Jake, was one of the hardest things he had done. Keeping something like this from his brother was making the situation even worse.Â
âI did somethingâŠwell, Iâve been doing somethingâŠâ he muttered while staring at the ice cubes of his drink.Â
Jake nearly snorted, âof course you have, youâre fucking a Demon for Luciferâs sake.âÂ
Josh shook his head, ânoâŠit's not something like that.â He took a deep breath and continued, âthereâs this girl, well, human girl, and-â
His twin sighed heavily, ânot a human, JoshâŠâÂ
Josh gave him a warning look, âare you going to let me talk, Jake?âÂ
âFine. Explain.âÂ
âIt wasnât supposed to be anything, I promise,â the Incubus went on to tell Jake a summary of the last few months, keeping most of the salacious details to himself. But the way his dark eyes lit up as he described you, dropping details he had learned from your dreams, listing parts of your personality that you didnât show to anyone else due to your subconscious, gave his emotions away.
âSheâs just a random human, youâll get over it and find something else to obsess over,â Jake concluded, not wanting to encourage this.Â
âIs that really all that you took from that? I donât want to get over her.âÂ
âAre you in love with this human, Josh?âÂ
The silence from across the table gave the Demon his answer.Â
âDoes she know what you are, then?â
Another beat of silence, this time Josh swallowed the rest of his drink and sat the glass on the table in a clank.Â
âThis is not going to end well, man.âÂ
Josh gave Jake another withering look, âdonât you think I know that?âÂ
Jakeâs eyes softened, as did his voice, âyou shouldâve told me sooner.âÂ
â...and get lectured by you? No thank you.âÂ
âI wouldnât-,â he sighed, âI wouldnât have lectured you. I just know how youâll be if she ends up getting hurt from this. Youâre not fun to be around when youâre guilt-ridden. I donât like seeing you that way.âÂ
What Josh hadnât told him, was that you had seen parts of Josh he kept hidden from others too. After the first month or two, your dreams werenât always overtly sexual. The two of you did talk sometimes, but not a lot. You learned each otherâs names finally, and you hadnât batted an eye at his name since it was so common. The banter you shared was easy; he even made you laugh more often than not. Falling in love with you wasnât part of the plan, but it crept up on him, and he didnât have the willpower to fight it. He didnât want to.
âYouâre seeing her tonight, arenât you?âÂ
This time he avoided Jakeâs gaze, but he answered, âI wanted to, yeah.âÂ
âJust be careful? Ok?âÂ
Josh looked up and nodded at his brother, before disappearing from his seat and reappearing outside your house. It was nearly three AM in your time zone, and he knew you were fast asleep. He stared up at the window he had come to know was your bedroom, The television light flickered and flashed. You always needed background noise to sleep, he had learned.Â
In a blink he was in your room, staring down at your sleeping form. The slight pout on your lips made him smile. He sat down and took your hand and started to drop into your Dreamland. He had been so focused on you that he had missed the book, âLucid Dreaming: Easier than you Think!â resting on your nightstand.
The scene before him was charming. Josh found himself standing in a forest, surrounded by green trees and the ambient sounds of nature. The path he was on led to a quaint A-frame cabin in the middle of a clearing. The lights were on inside, and he knew you were in there.Â
As he opened the door to the cabin, he found you sitting on a couch with a book in your lap. You looked up at him and smiled warmly.Â
âHey you.âÂ
He smiled back and made his way to the couch and sat down. You threw your book to the side and moved to straddle his lap, smile growing even wider at being with him again. His hands reached up to cradle your face as you melted into his kiss. It felt so normal to see you again, so familiar, Josh didnât even sense the change in your demeanor.Â
The two of you made out for a good while, before you pulled back to look at him.Â
âTook you long enough to get here, youâre a little late tonight.âÂ
That was an oddly pointed question, but he tried to play it off, âI am?âÂ
You sat back on his thighs and draped your arms on his shoulders, âYeah. Normally youâre here earlier.âÂ
Josh shifted awkwardly beneath you. This was different. You were still you of course, but something was off. He wanted to keep playing along, but he didnât want to make it worse.Â
âYou donât feel real sometimes,â you started before kissing him again. His hands gripped your hips in the way he knew you loved, and he started to relax against you, but you pulled back and asked, âare you real, Josh?âÂ
He froze, his eyes stared into yours, unsure how to answer.Â
âI-â
âThey say that every face you see in your dreams isnât new, that itâs always someone youâve seen before even for just a second, and I can tell you with confidence that I had never seen you before that night.âÂ
Oh, shit. You had always taken the reins in your dreams, but not like this. This was more direct. This wasâŠlucid.
He whispered your name, before confessing, â..yesâŠIâm realâŠâ
You pulled back a little further to get a better look at him, âthen what are you?â
This was it. This was when he had to come clean. You had purposefully set a trap for him, knowing he couldnât resist you. He wasnât even going to fight it, because it was completely his fault.Â
He reached up and touched the side of your face, his thumb finding its home on your cheek, âmy sweet dreamerâŠI-â
âDonât call me that right now. Tell me the truth.â Your whole body was tense and rigid, as if you were bracing yourself for his answer. A good call on your part.Â
He took a few deep breaths, âIâmâŠIâm an Incubus, love.âÂ
You stared at him, unmoving.
âWhich is a kind of-â
âDemon?â you finished. When he nodded, you scrambled off of his lap and backed away from him, standing in front of the cabin's fireplace. Several different emotions swept through you, âyou donât work for the Devil, do you?âÂ
Josh straightened up in his seat, âno of course not, Heâs very picky about who he works with and thereâs no way heâd entertain even looking at someone of my rank.âÂ
âSo Hell is real?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
You looked at your feet, âdoes thatâŠdoes that make you evil, Josh?â
His face started to heat up but he explained, âthe concept of âgoodâ or âevilâ is a very human one, my love. Itâs not that simple. DemonsâŠweâre not âevilâ in the way humans make us out to be, just like Angels,â he made a face at the mention of such creatures, âarenât inherently âgoodâ either.âÂ
âAngels are bad?âÂ
âI wouldnât say badâŠbut theyâre annoying to run into. Theyâre more vengeful than people think.âÂ
You stood there silently, taking it all in.Â
The Demon before you continued, âyou canât think of Heaven and Hell being opposites of each other. Theyâre more likeâŠdifferent neighborhoods on either side of the same town, so to speak.â
âWellâŠyou wouldnât be the first Demon named Josh that Iâve metâŠ,â your poor attempt at a joke to break the tension didnât land very well, but your face softened towards him.Â
Now it was his turn to look down at the floor, âif you never want to see me again, I understand and Iâll respect th-â
âCan we only meet here, in dreams?â
He stared at you, ânoâŠI exist in all realms, not just the Dreamlands.â
You sniffed and squared your shoulders, âgood. Now let me wake up.âÂ
The panic set in, you didnât know that he looked a littleâŠdifferent in the waking world, âNo, no you donât have to-â
But it was too late. The Incubus was catapulted from your Dreamland and sent back to the earthly plane with a force that nearly sent him to the floor of your room. The connection was severed, and you were starting to stir in your sleep and sit up. The room was pitch black except for the glow coming from the television. It cast Josh in a perfect silhouette, but the inevitable was coming.Â
You reached for your lamp, still a little bleary eyed from sleep when his voice stopped you.
âWait, love,â He sounded exactly the same as he did in your dreams, and being able to hear him with your actual ears made your chest tighten and warm.Â
âWhat?â you asked, confused.Â
âI justâŠI look a little different than how youâve seen meâŠ,â his voice was so soft, almost defeated. âI just donât want to scare you any more than I already have.âÂ
âIâm a big girl, Josh.âÂ
âI know, I know love, I just-âÂ
You didnât let him finish before you clicked on your lamp, illuminating the small room. Before you looked up you turned off the tv, blindly pointing the remote at the screen. The only sound you could hear was your own breathing, and his.Â
Slowly, your eyes lifted up to look at the Demon sitting at the foot of your bed. He wasnât so different from your dreams, his kohl rimmed eyes were still their warm brown, his hair was still curly and unruly, the shaved sides accompanied by two black horns-
Horns?
They were black, a little shiny under the light, and curved backwards into his curls. It was certainly different, but they looked perfect with his sweet face.Â
âYou were worried about your horns?âÂ
HIs face reddened and he finally looked up at you, âM-my eyes also look differentâŠbut I didnât want to throw too much at you all at onceâŠ.âÂ
âJosh, show me.âÂ
He took a breath, and allowed his true eyes to appear. They were fully black, exaggerated by the kohl that lined them. The combination of his eyes and the horns certainly completed the demonic look, but it didnât scare you.Â
In fact, you felt a little emboldened, and threw your covers off your lap and got onto your knees. Slowly, you crawled down your bed to him before straightening back up, making him look up at you. The black voids were lined with worry, as if he was waiting for you to scream, run, or both. Instead, you gently placed your hands on his cheeks. He relaxed slightly in your hands.Â
âTheyâre beautiful, Josh,â your comforting words were referring to both his horns and his eyes.Â
This made his shoulders relax and he melted his cheek into your hand, âtheyâre not too much, love?â
You smiled, âhonestly I was preparing myself for hooves and a tail.âÂ
The Incubus made a disgusted face, âI might be a Demon but I am not a Satyr.â
His tone made you laugh, âok then. Can I touch them?â Your hand raised towards one of his horns.Â
You wanted to touch them? He nodded and cast his eyes down.Â
Tentatively your fingertips grazed the hard, ebony surface. The touch alone made him shiver, as his horns were sensitive. It had been awhile since someone had truly touched them like this.Â
âDo you like that?âÂ
He looked back up at you, âyesâŠâÂ
Your fingers fully ran up the horn to the tip and back, truly feeling it. You noticed the action had him breathing a little heavier, and you softly wrapped your whole hand around it. The Demon made a sound low in his chest, almost like a purr.Â
âTheyâre really sensitive, huh?âÂ
âYou have no ideaâŠâ He paused, âLike I said earlier, if you want me to leave Iâll respect that.âÂ
You smiled and straddled his lap, facing him straight on now.Â
âKiss me, Josh.âÂ
He couldnât believe what was happening. You weren't running, you werenât scared, you still wanted him. Josh nearly crashed his lips onto yours, relief flooding his system.Â
You melted into him like you always did, and being able to feel each other in the corporal world was even better than the Dreamlands. He felt so solid against you, his curls were even softer as you tangled your fingers in them.Â
Soon, you felt yourself get pushed back onto your bed, your Demon climbing on top of you. It felt so natural to do so, as you technically had done this with him dozens of times, but this time it was real. You could take your time with each other and actually mean it, as time moved differently in dreams. Now you could feel him minute by minute, and the thought had your heart racing.Â
His lips found yours again, and you were both focused on truly feeling each other for the first time in the physical realm. There was no rush, no deadline, no anxiety of the dream shifting or changing, it was just the two of you, in your bedroom. His weight on top of you felt so comforting and familiar. He left a trail of kisses down your jaw to your neck, landing on your pulsepoint and sucking the skin into his mouth harshly. You arched your back and grinded up into him. You felt his lips smile against your skin as he grinded down on you, and his arousal certainly felt the same as it did in your dreams. He hadnât been exaggerating.Â
His hands reached under the raggedy t-shirt you had slept in, before looking back up at you for permission. You nodded and he nearly ripped the shirt off your body, sending it into the corner of your room.Â
âDo I look the same?â The question left your lips before you could stop it.Â
His eyes swept your form, seeing your hair fanned out underneath you, no makeup on as you often did in your dreams, his breath caught in his chest. He looked over your body, counting each freckle and mole, making sure each and every one was still there. Over the last few months he had memorized them all, wanting the image of you permanently fixed on the back of his eyelids.Â
âEven better, my love,â he said sincerely before capturing your lips once again, pouring his built up emotions into the kiss. He then started kissing his way down your body, giving attention to both breasts before kissing down to the edge of your panties. His fingers hooked onto the sides and pulled them down. You lifted your hips to get them off all the way, and they were thrown behind him blindly.Â
His dark gaze landed on your pussy, the hunger in his eyes evident as he spread your legs apart. He couldnât hold back anymore and quickly descended upon your core. His tongue flattened out and spread your folds apart, and the taste that flooded his mouth had him groaning into your body and grinding his hips onto your bed.Â
Your breath caught at the sudden sensation, but you bucked into his mouth as his tongue found your clit, needing more friction from him. As he devoured you, the sight of his horns on top of his head sent another wave of pleasure through your body. Curiosity drove your hands to lightly wrap around each of them, pulling downwards slightly to steer his face further into your pussy. Your folds practically fluttered from the force of the moan that left his mouth.Â
So you did it again.Â
And again.
And again.Â
Until you were crying out his name as your orgasm took over.Â
Josh barely gave you a chance to recover as he crawled back up your body, using his own magic to vanish the clothes he had on on the way up. His lips greedily crashed into yours, while his hand hooked your leg around his hip. His other hand reached down for his cock, running it through your folds.
The new, yet familiar feeling of is cock at your entrance sent a shiver through you, and you grabbed his face in your hands, âplease, Josh,âÂ
He couldnât help but be cheeky, âyou want it, love?âÂ
Your eyes narrowed, âshow me what kind of Demon you really are.âÂ
As if it was possible, his eyes got even darker at your request and he slammed himself inside you, nearly pushing you farther up the bed. It was his turn to cry out at the feel of you. His pace was brutal, but it was what you wanted. You locked your legs around him at the small of his back and clung to him while your lips peppered kisses up and down his neck, along his jaw, nipping at the skin here or there with your teeth.Â
Your Demon knew you better than the back of his hand, and he was going to prove it before the night was over. He continued to slam into you, angling his hips in the way he knew you loved, grinding his pelvic bone perfectly onto your clit. Your nails dug into his back in response and that spurred him on even more, loving that he could turn you into such a mess this way.Â
You were so close, teetering on the brink of your orgasm. One final grind on your clit with his pelvis had your back arching even harder, and you shattered beneath him. Your legs shook and your walls clenched around him. He continued slamming into you, chasing his own high and working you through yours.Â
You were starting to come down when your gaze landed on his horns, and a thought ran through your mind. Your hands grasped his face and pulled it down as if you were going to kiss his lips, but instead you bypassed them and flattened your tongue on the front side of his left horn. Josh shuddered violently against you and he twitched inside of you. His hips thrusted one final time before he emptied himself as deep as he could.Â
Not wanting to miss your chance, you blew some air onto the wet spot your tongue left behind on his horn, causing him to shudder again as he came down. He chuckled against your chest as he laid his head down, trying to catch his breath.Â
For several minutes, the two of you stayed tangled up in each other, not wanting to leave the little bubble you had created. This time, Josh wasnât forced away from you because of your dream. He could lay there as long as you wanted him to.Â
You were too exhausted to even attempt to move, so you relished his weight on you. Cleaning up wasnât something you ever had to worry about in your dreams, but here in the real world it was an issue, and you felt his release start to leak out of you.Â
âJoshâŠâ you whispered.Â
He got the hint immediately and slowly withdrew from you, looking down at your combined releases for a second before disappearing into your hallway for your bathroom. Your apartment was small enough that it was the only other door available and he quickly returned with a warm washcloth to clean you both up.
Minutes later you were both back under your covers, your head laying on his chest as your fingers drew tiny patterns onto his skin. He could tell you were trying to stay awake.
âYou need your sleep, my sweet dreamer,â he whispered into your hair before dropping a kiss onto your head.Â
âWould you be there to greet me?â
He smiled into the dark, âI couldâŠbut I like being out here with you better.âÂ
You let out a yawn and relaxed further into his chest. You reached for his hand and held it to your lips, brushing them against his knuckles before holding it on his chest. You didnât know what any of this meant for you, but what the Demon in your bed didnât know was that in the last eight months, you hadnât had a single nightmare or bad nights sleep, and your intuition was sure it was because of him.Â
âWill you stay?âÂ
âFor as long as you want me to, my love.âÂ
His lips brushed against your forehead one last time before the both of you drifted off to sleep, not knowing what the future held for you both but knowing it was going to be better with each other in it.Â
Epilogue:Â
One human year laterâŠ
âClose your eyes, my love,â Josh said behind you.Â
âWhat are you surprising me with this time?â You laughed as you did as you were told.Â
âYouâll see. It's something Iâve been working on for quite some time.â The excitement and pride in his voice was evident. His footsteps came around in front of you, and your brows furrowed wondering what on earth it could be. He took a deep breath, âok, open them.âÂ
Your eyes fluttered open and then immediately grew wide at the sight in front of you. There, in your living room, was your boyfriend, your Demon boyfriend, standing proudly with a new pair of bat-like wings protruding from his back.Â
âHow did you-â
âI knew a guy who knew a guy that was friends with another guy who needed a few favors and I volunteered. I didnât realize he was a fucking Prince of Hell and he was so impressed by our little mission that he uhhâŠgave me a promotion.âÂ
Your mouth fell open, you knew he had been away a lot in the last couple months due to âDemon businessâ but he had kept parts of it vague. It was probably the one part of him you were still getting used to, but you trusted him enough by now that you werenât too worried when he was gone for a couple weeks at a time.Â
âSo what does that mean for youâŠ?â
He took another breath and stepped towards you, slipping his hand into yours, âIâm no longer an Incubus, love.âÂ
Your brows furrowed in confusion, âwell then what are you?â
âEssentially, I collect souls now and not dreams.âÂ
âPardon?âÂ
âWhen a person makes a deal with a Demon more often than not they sell their souls to them. Basically, when their time is up I get to take them to whomever they made their deal with and they get dealt with accordingly.â
You were still a little skeptical, âthat sounds awfully busyâŠâÂ
He shook his head, âno this is a good thing, I get more âsurface timeâ with you now! I wonât be away as much.â He was full on grinning now and his dimple sank deeply into his cheek.Â
Your eyes traveled from his sweet face to his new wings, the sunlight showing through the thin skin. He flexed them slightly under your gaze, happy you werenât grossed out by them. Much like a year prior with his horns, you reached forward and grazed your fingertips on the surface of one. It twitched slightly under your touch and you looked back at your Demon. From the outside looking in, it was odd to be proud of your boyfriend's Demonic accomplishments, but you couldnât help it. You leapt into his arms and kissed him, smiling against his lips as he held your hips and wrapped your legs around his waist.
Who wouldâve thought that a Demon would make your dreams literally come true?
Fin
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The Baphomet
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@alittlesliceofcucumber got the great idea for tgaa x disco elysium and I couldn't resist not to draw it. I didn't get far in the de yet, so I didn't want to put characters in other roles, but Gina is a kid who would call pigs fa**ots, that's basically canon. Anyway, love my two fave detectives interacting
#my art#digital drawing#tgaa#the great ace attorney#dgs#dai gyakuten saiban#disco elysium#satoru hosonaga#herlock sholmes#barok van zieks#gina lestrade#they are here too#sorry for any grammatik errors I've done these at night#I love them I really really do#maybe I've put too much effort into these but i don't care#electrochemistry is pain in every way shape and form NO I DON'T WANT TO DO DRUGS AND DRINK LEAVE ME ALONE NOOOO#anyway now going back to reading the demons and watching iwtv
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MEET THE OCS AND THEIR RESPECTIVE LOVE INTEREST OF " YA AMAR "
BACKSTORY : " The Moon Enchantress is the strongest pupil of the Goddess Selene, a young lady of unfathomable magic, she can control the moon and stars as she chooses and is prophesied to rule and protect the Moon Sanctuary " - The COVEN of the Elemental Sisters is destroyed and most of them are massacred, only two witches survive, Lady Moon and Lady Death, however, during the attack they end up fleeing to opposite sides, thus being separated from each other. Moon now finds herself alone in the midst of the darkness of the depths of the forest with her Familiar, Drougolf the Moon Wolf, they wander through the forest looking for the nearest city for days, until finally they find a road that would take them to the center of the island's city, however, she ends up meeting someone she hasn't seen in over years.
MARIA MADLOCK AK MOON ENCHANTRESS
The first moon child in years, literally.
Is the dominant one in her relationships.
Insomniac baby, barely can sleep because of Selene's whispers.
Protective but needs to be protected ( Because she's a baby ).
Gray cat vibes.
Normally very calm but is actually very chaotic.
Moon, Cosmic and Sea Witch.
INARI HILLS AKA DEATH ENCHANTRESS
Very chaotic hardly listen to anyone ( except Maria ).
Biggest Cat person ever.
Best thing? Cheesecake.
Very overprotective with people she cares about.
Three spirit cats ( babies ) that she protects eith her life, literally.
( Lovingly ) bullies people but is secretly a softie.
Death, Green and Kitchen Witch.
PRIEST YOHAN AK DEATHS FAVORITE SON ( NOT LITERAL SON )
Youngest priest of the orthodox church ( yes girls in this universe he can fucking marry someone, and he will ).
Is basiclly Inari's child ( not literally ).
Golden Retriever energy.
Will melt at being praised.
( Not so ) secretly in love with Moon.
Will fight and thrown hands at anyone who disrespects or upsets Moon.
Calls Moons ' Noona ' wayyy to much for his own good.
VAN THE LUST DEMON AK MOON'S ( MALE ) BESTIE
Biggest bully of Yohan the Priest, they actually fight like dog and cat.
Is a huge simp for Death ( Ina ).
Moon's ( male ) Bestie.
( Not so ) secretly jealous of Deaths cats.
Will definitely kill for Death.
Huge Moon Protector.
Will steal Moon to bully Yohan, and Death don't get mad because she finds this really amusing.
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Interviewer: are those ur friends?
Kaz: never met em. Seem like a goofy group w a lot of $$$ on the line thođ
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After Midnight
ââCause nothing good comes after midnightâŠâ
Demon!Jake Kiszka x Reader
Authors Note: Hello lovelies!! This was a special request from our dear @gold-mines-melting to get a better look at how our Hatman!Jake was fairing in the world. This was super fun to write and my first official Jake smut!! I hope you enjoy him as much as I do â€ïž
Word count: 8.1K
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, Minors DNI, unprotected sex (but heâs a demon soâŠwrap it up IRL!), oral sex f!receiving, brief discussions of Hell, swearing, but I think thatâs it!
For Demons, the time around Halloween was a fun one. The veil was thinner, the air crisper, and humans let their guards down for the off chance of experiencing anything âspooky.â Multiple human cultures acknowledged the thinning of the veil, but very few truly understood what it meant. Not only were Spirits at their most active, but other beings were more abundant as well. Jake was a Demon who fed on fear. Didnât matter if it was a glimmer of anxiety, or a massive phobia, the energy of fear was everywhere.
Tonight, a full week before Halloween, the Demon was checking out a new apartment building, one he hadnât been quite familiar with just yet, when a group of giggles echoed through the ether and met his ears. He followed the sound and found himself in a tiny apartment, dimly lit with only a scattering of candles and strings of orange and purple lights that lined the walls and door frames. A group of young women sat on the floor, surrounding the coffee table, all in different Halloween costumes. Jakeâs presence was invisible and undetected, which allowed him to lean against the wall and observe.Â
His eyes scanned the group, eventually landing on you in the middle of your friends. Your costume wasnât much, just a thin white nighty with some cheap Angel wings fixed on your back. The human interpretation of Angels was laughable, given the true nature of such creatures. Always decked out in all white, implying purity and piety, soft feathery wings that rivaled a doveâs. It made the Demon roll his eyes. Out of his brothers, he had had the âpleasureâ of interacting with such beings the most over the years. If only humans knew that the creatures they perceived as ânurturingâ and âprotectiveâ didnât actually care about them as people but as cogs in the machine known as âThe Greater Good.â
Angels were geniuses at marketing.Â
However, the sight of you with your Party City set of wings was endearing to Jake. He wished he hadnât had such a sordid history with Angels so that he could appreciate the aesthetic fully, but he couldnât help that. But the way your hair fell over your shoulders, bare except for the thin spaghetti strap of your âdressâ, and the way the candles lit your face from where you sat, had the Demonâs interest peaked. He pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning against and took a few silent steps forward, curious as to what you and your friends were huddled around on the coffee table.Â
He almost let out a chuckle when he saw what had the group in such a heated debate: a ouija board.Â
âIf you even think about using that thing Iâm going to leave,â your friend Claire hissed from her spot on the couch while she sipped whatever beverage she had concocted in your kitchen.Â
âBitch please, you are not, itâs a kids game for fucks sake,â your other friend Nora rolled her eyes from the other side of the coffee table while she examined the lid of the box.Â
âThey just creep me out. Havenât you heard about them opening doors to things if youâre not careful?âÂ
âI highly doubt a mass produced piece of cardboard that's sold around the world is a true door to Hell, Claire,â Nora reasoned.Â
Claire bristled, âWell you guys can have fun with it, Iâm not participating.âÂ
They were both right in different ways. Inherently the âgameâ didnât do much in terms of anything spiritual, but humans had a habit of knocking on doors they arenât supposed to, and Demons never resisted fucking with them in return. Unfortunately for these girls, a Demon was already in the room with them, and the corners of his mouth were twitching at the thought of giving them a good scare during their party.Â
Finally, your wine-induced opinion was heard, âI mean why not? Its October after all. Whatâs the worst that could happen?â
Very Angelic of you.Â
Jake immediately loved the sound of your voice, and sat down in the empty spot across from you and next to Nora.Â
His presence didnât go fully unnoticed, with Nora rubbing her arms through the cheap fabric of her Witches costume, which consisted of a short black dress and a stereotypical pointed hat on her head.Â
âIs anyone else cold?âÂ
She was met with everyone shaking their heads at her.Â
âWeird.âÂ
Jake could feel the anxiety in the room start to build, and he knew it was only going to get better.Â
You set your wine glass down on the end table and joined Nora in placing your fingertips on the planchette. The two of you took turns asking random questions, and it was clear to Jake that Nora was trying to move the planchette herself for shits and giggles.Â
But now, it was Jakeâs turn to start answering.Â
âIs there anyone with us, right now?â Nora dramatically asked with her eyes closed. The Demon to her left took the opportunity to nudge the planchette over the âYESâ portion of the board.Â
âOh weâre not alone,â you joked and laughed with the girls.Â
You had no idea, Jake thought.Â
âAre you a ghost, then?â You asked into the air.Â
Amused, Jake guided the planchette to the âNOâ.Â
At that, he saw your fingertips twitch on the plastic surface, and he heard your heart quicken in your chest.Â
âI fucking told you to not mess with-â Claire started to protest.Â
âIf youâre not a ghost, then what are you?âÂ
Now the fun would really begin.Â
Jake slowly moved the planchette around the board, spelling out,
âN-O-T-A-G-H-O-S-Tâ.Â
Nora looked down at the board, âwe know that,â she said defiantly.Â
âNora,â you lightly scolded, âdonât be rude to the spirit!â
Nora shrugged, not phased, âOh spirit of olde, where are you from?â
Jake smirked,Â
âH-E-L-Lâ
Your hands paused as the second L was magnified under the planchette, and looked up at Nora.Â
âOh of course the big bad spirit is from Hell,â your friend was openly mocking whoever it was you were speaking to.Â
âIs Hell fun?â
You title your head and narrowed your eyes, âit's Hell, Nora.âÂ
âWhat? Maybe it's fun for them?âÂ
Jake silently nudged your hands to the YES. The mounting anxiety that was oozing off of Claire and the other girls was delicious.Â
âCome on, Nora youâre just moving it yourself,â one of your other friends voiced from her spot on the couch next to Claire, unimpressed.
âI am not!â she hissed. The accusation appeared to have shifted her mood and she put her hands in her lap, âwhatever, Iâm bored and I need a refill.â
She got up in a huff and exited into your tiny kitchen. The rest of the girls followed after her, needing refills themselves. That left you all alone with your fingers still resting on the planchette.Â
Softly, you murmured, âsorry about herâŠshe can be a lot.â You had no idea if you were even speaking to anyone, and felt a little dumb, but it was Spooky Season, and you needed some whimsy in your life.Â
Jake however, was utterly entranced by you across the coffee table. He sat there, eyes traveling around your face and down your body. The flickering light from the candles lit your features in such a delicate way. He watched as you blushed in embarrassment. You shook your head at yourself, mumbling about how stupid that was to say. You reached for your wine glass and gulped down the little you still had. He studied the way your fingers held the stem of the glass, how your lips fit against the rim, how your eyes fluttered shut as the wine hit your tongue, and how your throat bobbed slightly as you swallowed.Â
If you could have seen the Demon in front of you, you would have seen how his soft eyes followed your every movement. You would have seen the dark brown irises he always chose when he wanted to look more human, eyelids heavy and dark circles underneath. He couldnât look away.Â
There wasnât any fear in the room now, only curiosity from Jake himself.Â
But you couldnât see him. You didnât know he was truly there. In your eyes, you were tipsy and had just played a slumber party game with your friends. You werenât talking to a Spirit of any kind, it was just Nora fucking with everyone as she always did. You rolled your eyes at yourself and got up off the floor. In silence you put the ouija board back in the box along with the planchette, ready to move on to other activities you had planned.Â
In your buzzed state, you forgot one of the rules to using a Ouija board, which was to always say goodbye to whomever you were speaking to. It was a formality to close any âdoorsâ. You hadnât done that. You simply scooped up your glass and headed into the kitchen to join your friends. That left the Demon alone in your living room.Â
Jake contemplated staying around, just to see how the night went, but his ears started ringing, and he could tell his talents were needed elsewhere. It was better for his best interest to head out anyway. The Demon sighed and rose off the floor, giving one last glance through the archway into your kitchen. You and your guests had moved on to tequila shots and arguing over what movie you were going to watch next. Tequila after wine? He knew your human body would be regretting that in the morning.Â
He smiled at you one last time before disappearing from your apartment, off to see one of his regulars who had a penchant for Benadryl.Â
~!~
In one the many gardens of Hell, the young Demon found himself wandering down a path lined with thick and tangled rose bushes. The petals ranged from bright red to deep purple, all twisting and growing together in ways they couldnât naturally on earth. He wasnât in the gardens much, but it was his twinâs turn to pick the meeting place, and this was one of Joshâs favorite places.Â
Jake rounded the corner and caught sight of Josh, perched on a stone bench with his newly gifted wings stretched out behind him, face tilted towards the eternally sunset sky, eyes closed.Â
âYouâre late,â he said as he flexed his wings.Â
âYouâre the last person to tell anyone theyâre late for anything,â Jake replied warmly before sitting down next to him.Â
âSam and Danny canât make it. Something to do with business they each had Topside,â Josh opened his eyes and looked over at Jake.Â
âYouâd know all about Topside business, brother. How is she anyway?âÂ
A toothy grin formed on his brotherâs face, âAmazing, as always.âÂ
Jake had to admit, the situation with Josh and the human hadnât turned out too bad in the end. He had only met her a few times but he liked seeing how happy his brother was, and he was comforted knowing she had been a big part of that.Â
âWhat about you? Have you been terrorizing humanity with your threatening presence? Even in that ridiculous hat?â Josh nudged Jakeâs shoulder.Â
Jake rolled his eyes, âyou laugh but this hat and my presence are synonymous with nightmares. They blog about it on the internet.âÂ
âMemes. The height of Demonic achievement.âÂ
âShut up,â Jake said with a soft laugh. His thoughts drifted back to you, and how he spied on your party. It had only been a few days since that night, and he couldnât get you or your little wings out of his head. Heâd close his eyes and the sight of how the candles lit your face would flood his thoughts. He had only seen you for less than an hour but he was enamored, besotted, lovestruck. It was such an unfamiliar feeling he wasnât sure if he liked it or not. Humans had never particularly caught his eye in his unnaturally long life. But here he was, stewing over the pretty girl in the Angel wings.Â
âWho is it?â Josh asked. He knew something was up with Jake.Â
âWho is what?â Jake tried to hide the defensiveness in his voice.Â
âWhoever has you zoning out that hard. You havenât been listening to a thing Iâve said in the last two minutes.âÂ
âYes I have.â
âWhat was I saying?â
Jakeâs mouth twisted in a frown, âdoesnât matter. Itâs nothing.âÂ
Josh gave him a knowing look, âJakeâŠâÂ
âIjustfindherfascinating,â he mumbled under his breath.Â
âYou what? You find who fascinating?âÂ
âJusthisgirl,â he mumbled once more.Â
âA girl?â Josh made an educated guess, âa human, girl?â
Jake refused to look up at him but his face reddened at his brother's words.Â
Joshâs wings twitched behind him, âyou gave meâŠso much shitâŠand here you areâŠâ A laugh escaped him and gradually got louder and louder until he leaned over with his elbows on his knees, shoulders shaking from the force.Â
âItâs not funny.âÂ
âYesâŠit is,â Josh said after somewhat composing himself.Â
âItâs whatever, Iâll probably never see her again.â
Â
âAww why not?âÂ
âLike I told you before, humans arenât a good idea.âÂ
Josh gave him a look, âyou said that and then I ended up having the best year of my life. SoâŠâÂ
Jake looked down at his watch, âWell I have nightmares to cause, chaos to sew.â
âYeah, ok,â Josh said with a smile and an eye roll. He couldnât wait to see how this turned out for his brother.Â
~!~
Weeks had gone by, and the Demon had tried his best to keep you out of his mind. He kept himself distracted by staying in other cities, soaking up nightmares far away from you. He was being âgoodâ, as far as Demons go. Any trouble he got into had nothing to do with the pretty human in the Angel wings. He had only barely heard your name called out to you before he had left your apartment.Â
That didnât mean the temptation wasnât there. He could be inside your place in the blink of an eye if he wanted, but he needed to keep his distance. The last thing he needed was to get caught up with a human. It might have worked out for his twin, but that was an anomaly. You would be terrified of him, and while he knew your fear would be delicious, a small part of him didnât want it. He didnât want to imagine you afraid, or anxious. The possibility didnât sit right with him.Â
But at the end of the day, Jake was a Demon, and Demons are imperfect creatures. After weeks of denying himself another glimpse of you, he found himself standing in your living room. The lights were still strung around on your walls, but now you had some Christmas decor mixed in. To his surprise, the ouija board was on your coffee table, already set up with the planchette resting in the center.Â
You were sitting on your couch, staring at the board, trying to psych yourself up into placing your fingertips on the planchette. Against your better judgment, you had tried a few times to âcommunicateâ with the Spirit you thought you had talked to the night of your party. But you never got an answer, not once. It made you feel a little dumb but you kept randomly trying. Something inside you was curious, and fully believed it wasnât Nora being an asshole that night.Â
Jake saw you reach for the board every so often, before returning your hands to your lap or fiddle with your phone. He raised an eyebrow, what were you doing? But then he remembered, you had left the âdoorâ open that night, never saying goodbye. This could be his chance without scaring the shit out of you by suddenly appearing.Â
Instead of sitting across from you like the last time, he took his seat next to you on the couch. As a Demon, he could fully shield his presence from humans, which meant you wouldnât feel a dip on the seat next to you. Jake could be as quiet as a ghost.Â
Finally, you built up the nerve to place your fingertips on the planchette. You looked around the room, and quietly said, âIs anyone here?âÂ
Jakeâs breath caught in his throat, and he moved his hand next to yours. The downside of his shielding meant that he couldnât actually feel your hand, and he found himself wishing he could. He didnât want you to give up and put the board away, so he began to move the plastic piece. With ease he slid it over to the YES corner of the board.Â
You gasped, âholy shit. UmmâŠâ Suddenly your mind had gone blank, and you stammered out, âare you a ghost?â
Jake smiled at the question, the same one you had that first night, and just like before he spelled out,
âN-O-T-A-G-H-O-S-Tâ
Taking some measured breaths you continued, âwhat are you, then?âÂ
Jake hesitated slightly. He could lie, and tell you he was a completely benevolent being just passing through the ether, but he didnât want to. But he was worried youâd throw the board if he answered honestly. But fuck it.Â
âD-E-M-O-Nâ
A chill ran up your spine as the word was completed, and your fingers trembled. You could do this. What have you got to lose?
âWhat kind of Demon?âÂ
There was only one word he could use for simplicity's sake,Â
âF-E-A-R.â
âWell that makes sense, I guess,â you shrugged, âdo you like being a Demon?â
Jake slid the planchette a little quicker to the YES corner.Â
âOf course you do. Whatâs your name?â
Names. Knowing a Demonâs name had power. Humans like to say it means you can control said Demon, but that wasnât entirely true. It meant that a Demon could hear their name being called by the person through time and space. He could be down in Hell and her even whispering his name would have the sound zinging through the ether and for him it would be as if you had said it right into his ear. Demons donât have to answer calls, but more often than not they do. It was one of their more narcissistic qualities.Â
Did he want to give you that kind of hold over him? To be able to cut through realms just to get his attention? To be able to summon him whenever you wanted? Yes.Â
You were expecting some ancient, Biblical-esque name to be spelled out. And while it technically was Biblical, you certainly werenât expecting,Â
âJ-A-K-E.â
This made you purse your lips and tilt your head.
Â
âYouâre a DemonâŠnamed Jake?â It wasnât supposed to be funny, but you had to suppress a laugh.Â
Jakeâs eyebrows knitted together, not understanding why you found that amusing.
The Demon having such aâŠsimple name relaxed you a bit. You didnât know of many Demonic names, but you were glad the ones you did know werenât this his.Â
You felt a little more bold, âokay, Jake, prove to me youâre actually here.â
Oh, you wanted a show? He still didnât want to scare you, but he couldnât help but use one of his usual moves when nightmare hopping.Â
The shadows in the room started to move. They grew larger as if they were climbing up the walls, merging together and creeping around the ceiling. The room was suddenly cloaked in darkness. He left the shadows in their altered state for a minute or two before setting them back to where they originally were.Â
âCan you show yourself?â
He could, he could and he wanted to.Â
âYESâ
You swallowed some air, âthen do it.âÂ
Jake stared at you, knowing that there was no going back now. He had been trying to ignore the anxiety that was coursing through your system, but hanging in front of him like bait on a hook.Â
He dropped the shield, letting himself be fully visible and very much right next to you.Â
The Demonâs sudden appearance started you so much you recoiled against the arm of the couch, with a few expletives rapidly escaping your mouth. He sat stock still, his large dark brown eyes were locked onto yours. He was dressed in fittingly all black, with a wide brim hat sitting atop his head. Long brown hair fell just past his shoulders. He was gorgeous. Fuck.Â
âYouâreâŠreally sitting here?âÂ
He shrugged and rested his arm on the back of the couch, maintaining a comfortable distance from you, âIâve been sitting here, darling.â
Your bottom lip disappeared between your teeth as you continued to take him in.Â
âI justâŠI just canât believe it was you at my party.â
The corners of his mouth threatened a smile, âWasnât even supposed to be there, honestly. I was just passing through and couldnât resist crashing the party. I also found yourâŠinaccurate costume amusing.âÂ
Your nose crinkled, âinaccurate?â
His eyes softened slightly, âAngels arenât meant to be beautiful.âÂ
Your heart stuttered, and your voice wobbled to match, âth-they arenât? Whatâs wrong with them?â
He leaned his side into the back of the couch, âoh, nothing if you like pompous, arrogant hall monitors who make their lack of free will everyone elseâs problem.âÂ
Your eyebrows slowly raised at his words, âthatâs easy to say, for a Demon.âÂ
His features hardened, âI have stories for days about those pricks that would make you understand my opinion of them, darling.âÂ
You donât know why you felt emboldened to talk back to a Demon of all beings, but you were enjoying the adrenaline rush.Â
âWhat exactly do youâŠdoâŠas a Demon?â
âIn general I feed off people's fears, mainly through their nightmares but I can do the same if theyâre awake as well.âÂ
He said it so matter of fact. As if he was telling you what the weather was like outside.Â
âI also run favors for any of the higher-ups if they need to get peopleâsâŠattention.â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âI justâŠmake my presence known and usually that means that one,â he started counting with his fingers, âthey know theyâre being monitored and if they owe anything to anyone that theyâre not going to get away with not fulfilling their end of the bargain. And two, it frightens them so much that I get a good meal out of it. Everyone wins.â
âHow do youâŠfeedâŠ?â
âItâs not really âeatingâ in the literal sense. Itâs more of a one sided energy exchange. Human emotions have insane amounts of energy.â
You shifted in your seat, facing him more directly, âare you feeding off my fear right now?âÂ
He tilted his head a little, âbut youâre not afraid, are you, darling?â
He was right. Apprehensive? Sure. Fascinated? Very. But afraid? Fearful? You couldnât understand why, but you almost felt calm in front of him.Â
âDo you want me to be afraid?âÂ
He leaned in closer, giving into his bold nature, âfear is the last thing I want to taste from you.âÂ
Heat flooded your body at his words. Did he want you? You found yourself leaning closer to him, your mind envisioning all sorts of scenarios at the implication. The air around you seemed to shift, and the Demonâs gaze darkened.Â
âWhy did you come back tonight?â
He stared at you, âYouâŠfascinate meâŠâ
Your eyebrow twitched in confusion, âfascinated?â
âI donât have a lot of experience interacting with humans outside of when I visit them at night, but when I happened upon your partyâŠI couldnât take my eyes off of you. Something about you was different, and it was an unfamiliar feeling to me. I regret not staying longer that night.âÂ
âOhâŠâ
âBut my question for you, darling, is why did you try to communicate again with the board?â He casted a sideways glance at your coffee table, before his dark eyes returned to yours.Â
You fiddled with your fingertips, âI donât knowâŠI had this nagging feeling that what happened that night was actually real, and it wasnât just typical halloween party bullshit. I tried a few more times, but never got a response until tonight.âÂ
Something in Jakeâs chest tightened at the thought of her trying to reach out but he hadnât been around to answer, or worse, something with truly malevolent intentions would have been on the other side of that board.Â
âI guess weâre both a pair of curious creatures, then,â he said softly.Â
He was right, curiosity was all your brain could focus on, besides those brown eyes and velvety-looking lips of his. Because of this, you found yourself scooting closer to the Demon, feeling that the space between you was unnecessarily far.Â
  The Demon of course noticed you moving closer, and he shifted in his seat to face you more directly. He silently mapped out your face, taking in every feature, and feeling an itch in his hands to hold your soft cheeks. For once in his long infernal life, the hunger he was feeling wasnât for fear.Â
This wordless communication continued until your faces were inches apart. You fought against the urge to flutter your eyes close and lean in even closer.Â
He curled a finger under your chin, âI donât bite, I promiseâŠâÂ
You swallowed at his words, shaking off any lasting nerves and leaned forward, brushing your lips with his.Â
The Demon nearly froze as you made contact, but he quickly kissed you back, not wanting to risk you pulling away. His hands did as they wanted, and finally slid up your jaw to your cheeks cupping them softly as he tilted his head for a better angle. You melted into the kiss, parting your mouth slightly to allow him access. His tongue swept across your bottom lip, before venturing into your mouth and colliding with your own.
The kiss grew more heated by the second, and you found yourself leaning back on the couch, with your new companion beginning to hover over you. The cool metal from the necklaces he wore grazed your chest as he got closer to you, and you relaxed against the couch cushion, allowing him to get fully on top of you.Â
Soon, he was flat on top of you and your hands were buried in his dark locks. The hat that sat upon his head was tilted back from the angle, but it was still getting in the way. You moved your hand up his scalp to fling it out of the way, when your fingers curled around somethingâŠhard. As soon as your hand came into contact with the strange texture, the Demon on top of you groaned and bit down on your lower lip.Â
Curiosity won and you peeped your eyes open and fully pushed his hat off his head, not caring where it landed on the floor. Your eyes widened when you saw what your fingers were curled around.Â
A horn.Â
He had a pair of them, fixed parallel with each other and curling backwards slightly into sharp points. They were a deep crimson in color, bordering on oxblood. His thick dark hair parted perfectly around them, making the front pieces of his hair fall beautifully on either side of his face. Your body froze underneath him.Â
âY-you haveâŠhorns?â
Through heavy lids, he gazed down at you, âmost Demons do, darling.âÂ
You nodded slightly, of course they did. Your fingertips grazed down the side of one, studying the texture along the way. The more your hand moved, the more his hips squirmed and grinded into yours. You became keenly aware of the growing bulge between you.Â
âDoes that feel good?â You asked, sliding your fingers up to see how sharp the point was.Â
His brown eyes seemed to darken even more, and a low grumble came from his throat, âyou have no idea.â Jake couldnât hold back any longer and crashed his lips back onto yours. You gasped as his tongue lapped at your lips for entrance. He savored and swallowed every sound you made, wanting to memorize them all. His hands reached under the t-shirt you were wearing and you swiftly helped him take it off of you. You hadnât been wearing a bra, and he immediately cupped both breasts, squeezing and kneading your flesh as you arched up into him. His fingers tweaked your nipples before he lowered his mouth on one, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak.
The Demonâs fingers reached down to the top of your leggings. They slid underneath the fabric slightly before he raised his head and looked to you for permission. You slipped your bottom lip between your teeth and nodded, raising your hips off the couch to help him out.Â
You hadnât bothered with underwear since you were at home, so when Jake swiftly pulled your leggings down and off your legs, his eyes were immediately met with your core.Â
His hands rested on the top of your bent knees, slowly spreading them to get a better look at you. You could feel the heat radiating off of his palms. It wasnât your typical feeling of body heat. There was a pulse to it that crept up your thighs, and reminded you that he truly wasnât a human being.Â
You remained still, watching him look at you. Your eyes followed his one hand as it traveled along your inner thigh, slowly making its way to where you needed him most. His eyes were locked on your core. Gently, his thumb briefly toyed with some of the curls that resided there, before dipping down into your slit. He dragged it through your arousal, hyper aware of every jump and gasp you made at his touch.Â
For a brief moment, you thought you had seen his eyes turn fully black before returning to the dark brown you were familiar with. He started to lower himself down, bringing his face closer and closer to your core. Those same piercing eyes flicked up to your face, silently asking for permission again. Quickly you nodded as your heart started hammering in your chest.Â
He licked his lips in anticipation. What he hadnât revealed to you, was that you were about to be the first human that heâd tasted this way. The Demon knew what fear, anxiety, dread, all of the above tasted like. But this? This was desire, your desire, and he couldnât stop himself from spreading your swollen lips apart with his fingers lowering his mouth to your flesh.Â
The taste had him immediately humming into you, tongue swirling around your folds to gather as much of your arousal onto his tongue as he could. The action had you bucking into his mouth, one hand shaking by your side while the other gripped the back of your couch.Â
Jake wrapped his arm around your thigh, resting his hand on your hip bone to hold you in place. His tongue dipped into your entrance before traveling upwards to finally give your clit the attention it desperately needed. You cried out as it made contact, jerking your hips once again towards his mouth. He chuckled slightly against you before taking your clit fully into his mouth and sucking on it harshly enough to elicit a high pitched whine from your throat.Â
âJesus-fucking-Christ,â you gasped into the air.Â
The Demon released your clit and gruffly whispered into your core, his lips close enough to brush against you as he spoke âJesus isnât the one making you feel like this, darling.âÂ
You hiccuped a laugh as his lips wrapped around your clit once more.Â
His fingers on his unoccupied hand circled your entrance a few times before dipping a single finger inside. Feeling your warmth surround him had the Demon rutting his hips into the couch cushion.Â
Your back arched as he added a second finger, and the hand at your side flew to his dark hair, desperate to get him even closer to your core. He groaned into you as your fingernails dug into his scalp. With every curl of his fingers or swipe of his tongue, you felt your high hurtling towards you. You grinded down onto his fingers while he continued expertly swirling his tongue around your clit. His hair wasnât enough. You needed something else to hold onto. Blindly, you loosened your grip to move your hand to the left and wrap around the dark ridged horn that grew from his head.Â
The second your hand secured itself around his horn, Jake gasped around your clit, breathing out hot hair against your sensitive flesh before he made a low growl in his throat. His teeth nipped at your skin as his mouth closed around your clit, causing you to cry out once again. His fingers sped up inside you, knowing you were close and wanting to desperately know how you felt and what you sounded like when you came.Â
With one more harsh curl of his finger against that spot inside you, and the way his tongue flattened out as it swiped up the left side of your clit, the tension in your body broke as your orgasm took over your body. You shouted his name towards your ceiling, not caring if your neighbors heard it through the paper thin walls of your apartment building.Â
He worked you through your high, trying to prolong it as long as he could before he slowed his movements to gently guide you back down.Â
Eventually, your body went slack underneath him, and your hand left his horn to rub your face as you came back to reality. Jake lightly peppered kisses up your thigh as he slowly withdrew his fingers. You quietly whimpered at the loss, hating how empty you suddenly felt.Â
Jake licked his fingers clean, not wanting to waste a drop of you. He couldnât get enough, and while he wasnât sure if all humans tasted this good or not, he was certain that none of them could come close to how delicious you were.Â
He carefully crawled up your body, admiring how you blissed out you looked with your eyes closed and a small smile on your lips.Â
Slowly you opened your eyes, still in disbelief over what had just happened. The two of you stared at each other silently before Jake lowered his mouth onto yours, and you could taste yourself on his tongue.Â
The kiss turned heated, and you started to grab at the shirt that he was still wearing.Â
He murmured against your lips, âdarling, as much fun as weâre having on your couch, if Iâm going to have you,â the implication obvious in his tone, âI want to be able to take you properly, on a bed.âÂ
You stifled a laugh before turning your head towards the open door of your bedroom. Within seconds the Demon had gathered you in his arms as he made his way to the doorway. He crossed the threshold and gently laid you on your bed.Â
âYouâre wearing far too much,â you boldly observed.Â
He smirked at you, âwell we canât have that, can we?âÂ
You smiled and sat up on your knees and quickly helped him shed the offending layers of clothing, leaving just a pile of black clothing and leather boots next to your bed. Your eyes drank him in, noting every dip and contour of his body. His skin was already glistening slightly with sweat after your activities on the couch. Your gaze lowered and followed the faint trail of hair under his belly button down to thick dark curls that surrounded the base of his cock.Â
The way your eyes widened at the sight of him had the Demon fighting back a smirk, and he took his cock in his hand to give himself a few pumps just to tease you even more. Jake crawled up the bed to hover over you.Â
If it werenât for the horns, you wouldnât have guessed a Demon was looking down at you, with how soft his gaze was. Your chest swelled unexpectedly at the silent emotions swimming behind his dark eyes. You had so many questions for him, and a need to know everything about him and his life. You didnât want to think about the fact that heâd probably leave after tonight.Â
His lips brushed yours with a feather-light softness, as if he was afraid youâd shatter underneath him like glass. The gesture had your heart stuttering in your chest.Â
âI know you said youâre not a ghost,â you whispered, calling back to your first interaction, âbut promise you wonât disappear like oneâŠafterwardsâŠâ
Jake knew what you were asking, and every option weighed heavily on his mind. This was completely uncharted territory for him, and for all of his confidence he was unsure how to navigate it.Â
He looked down, focusing on a lone freckle on your stomach before replying, âdidnât anyone tell you that Demons were dangerous?âÂ
There was a sheepishness to his tone that surprised you, but you countered, âyou mean the same people who told me to not fuck with Ouija boards?â
âYou never know who youâre talking toâŠâ
âI donât know youâre not so badâŠ.â you mused.Â
His eyes traveled up your body to meet yours, âIâm not an innocent creature, darling.â
Now it was your eyes that darkened, âshow meâŠâÂ
You felt his thick cock twitch between you in response.
Jake surged forward and captured your lips with his. You wasted no time to return the kiss, cradling his jaw in your hands. Your legs went lax in his hands as he spread them apart to fit himself between them. He reached down to wrap his hand around his cock and dragged it through your slit. You gasped at the contact, and then smiled against his lips.Â
âPleaseâŠ,â you whispered, the need for him taking over your body.Â
With a swivel of his hips, his cock plunged inside you, bottoming out as far as he could go. You threw your head back and cried out, relishing how full you felt.Â
Jake didnât even try to hold back the groan in his throat as your velvety heat enveloped him. He tried to give himself a minute to catch his breath. Moreover, he was trying to give you a minute to adjust, but your legs wrapped around his hips, sending the message to move. Happy to oblige you, he reared his hips back nearly all the way, before thrusting forward hard enough that your ankles shook slightly against the small of his back.Â
Your mouth hung open and your eyes were screwed shut, and the Demon leaned down to whisper in your ear, âalright there, darling?âÂ
You tilted your head to reply, âif you donât start movingâŠâ
He chuckled and whispered something you were sure sounded like a playful, âdemanding little thingâŠâ before settling into a steady rhythm. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as he moved, and the feeling of his flesh under your hands sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body.Â
Jake buried his face in the crook of your neck, planting kisses along your neck as he gained speed. Soon he was all but slamming into you, making your bed creek to the point where the frame was getting closer and closer to hitting the wall behind it.Â
There was only one light on in the room, a small desk light in the corner by your laptop, It wasnât bright enough to fully illuminate the room, but it cast a warm glow from the side of the room it was on. Your eyes fluttered open briefly as you clung to the Demon inside you, and you noticed that the shadows on the walls and the ceilings lookedâŠdifferent. They were moving in ways that werenât natural, in fact they shouldnât have been moving at all given the source of light. But they were wobbling and morphing into different abstract shapes around you. It was then you remembered what Jake had done to prove his presence in your apartment: the trick with the shadows and how he used them to cloak all visible light in the room.Â
Your attention on the shadows didnât last however, as he hiked one of your legs higher on his side, pushing it towards you chest and giving him a new angle to work with. This let him hit even deeper, and the head of his cock was rutting against a spot inside you that had you gasping for air.Â
Jake felt you squeezing him harder and more frequently as he continued his pace, and he could tell you were getting close. He smirked against the skin of your shoulder and reached down with his other hand to grab your ass cheek and knead the soft flesh as he worked you towards your second orgasm of the night.Â
At this point you were a babbling mess underneath him, holding on for dear life as you hurtled towards the edge. He lifted his head up and greedily crashed his lips into yours, wanting to feel every gasp and reedy sigh coming from you.Â
It was all too much, and you couldnât hold back anymore. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and a cry flew from your mouth as your orgasm took over, shattering beneath him.Â
âYeahâŠyeah that's it, darlingâŠdoing so well,â he encouraged in a low voice as he continued to piston his hips and work you through your high.Â
Jake slowed as you began to come down, and your muscles felt like jello from how tense they had been leading up to your orgasm. His lips pressed sweetly into your cheek, as he felt you relax even further onto the bed. He hoped you werenât too tired, because he wasnât through with you.Â
Before you could register which way was up, the Demon pulled out of you, hissing at the sudden rush of cold air on his cock. Your eyes opened a bit in curiosity, as you knew he hadnât came yet. The shadows were still flickering on the walls to their own accord, resembling flames with their movements.Â
He sat up on his knees, resting on his haunches and taking your hips in his hands. In one swift motion, he had you on your stomach, yanking your hips backwards before he reared back himself and slammed back into you from behind.Â
You cried out into the pillow beneath you, your body still sensitive from your last orgasm. All of her nerve endings were on fire, and lightning bolts of pleasure radiated from your core as he rutted into you at a brutal pace.Â
It was a struggle to keep yourself properly on your hands and knees, as every thrust had you lurching forward and nearly off balance. Curse words fell from your mouth, harmonizing with the grunts and heavy breathing from the Demon behind you. His thick hands and long finger were squeezing your hips in such a way you were sure there would be marks left behind, but you didnât care, you loved how rough he was at that moment. A stark contrast to how he had been in the previous round.Â
He slowed his pace slightly to these long and deliberate strokes, wanting to really savor how incredible you felt wrapped around him. But while this angle felt amazing not only for you and for him, he felt a little far away from you, and he didnât like that at all.Â
While maintaining his pace he gathered you up in his arms and pulled you upright, securing your back to his front, and his chin on your shoulder. The new angle had him thrusting upwards into you, and it made your head fall back onto his shoulder. Your legs were starting to shake from the excursion, and instinctively you reached up and took one of his horns in your hand to keep yourself balanced.Â
This caused the Demon to growl next to your ear. His hips involuntarily swiveled and pushed his aching deeper inside you at the feeling of your hand on one of his horns. The combined sensations had his own high looming in the distance, but he didnât want to cross the finish line alone. He slid his hand down your torso to your clit, immediately figuring out the pattern that caused the biggest reaction from you.Â
âYou got one more for me? Hmm? Do you, darling?â He spoke into your ear and pressed his lips on the shell of it. âI know you do; you can do it. Youâre already squeezing me so tight.âÂ
He was whispering pure filth into your ear as he kept rutting into you and working your clit. He didnât just want to feel you come again, he needed it. Once around his fingers and another around his cock wasnât enough for him. He needed more.Â
Your body started to tremble in his arms, and he knew you were right on the edge. He wasnât very far behind you as his cock stiffened even more. Within seconds you were clamping down around him again, throwing your head back and crying out towards the ceiling. As your high slammed into you again, the Demonâs own orgasm course through him. He let out a low groan as his hips stuttered a few times before pushing into you one final time, emptying himself completely. In the midst of it all, the shadows closed in on you both briefly before retreating and settling back in their rightful places, looking completely normal now.Â
His hand slowly circled your clit, trying to prolong your orgasm as long as he could, but when your body jolted at the sensitivity he stopped and slowly withdrew from you. Your legs started to give out and he quickly caught you and gently laid you back down on the bed, not wanting you to fall.Â
The sight of his release slowly rolling down your thigh distracted him for a second, before he remembered it was the gentlemanly thing to do to clean you up. Thankfully, you had a bathroom attached to your room, so he didnât have to go too far to get a warm washcloth to clean you both up. The whole time you watched him through heavy lidded eyes, exhausted from the whole evening.Â
On his way back from throwing the rag in your hamper, he noted his pile of clothes and his hat in the other room. He turned back to your bed, your eyes were nearly shut and you were under the covers. An intrusive thought flashed through his mind, that it would be so easy for him to gather his things and leave, letting you wake up in the morning and chalk it all up to a wine-induced dream. But then your request from earlier filtered through his thoughts, and a pang shot through his chest. NoâŠhe couldnât do that. Most surprisingly, he didnât want to.Â
He shook his head before crawling into your bed, wrapping his arms around you and letting you rest your head on his chest.Â
You didnât want to fall asleep, and you tried real hard to stay awake. But his lips rested on the crown of your head, while his fingers traced little patterns on your lower back. It wasnât long before you both drifted off into a restful sleep.Â
Hours later, when the sun had fully risen and light was streaming through your window, you were awoken by a low snore near your ear. Blinking your eyes open, you looked up to find Jakeâs face inches from yours. His arms were around your waist and he was practically sharing your pillow, but you didnât mind. Carefully you turned over to face him, trying not to wake him up. His features looked so much softer this way, and you could fully admire the slope of his nose and how his dark eyelashes fanned out on his cheeks. He was one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen.Â
The Demon began to stir awake, and his eyes slowly opened to find you laying in the crook of his arm, absently fiddling with his necklaces.Â
âMorningâŠ,â he murmured, voice nearly an octave lower from sleep.Â
âMorningâŠ,â you replied, unable to hide the smile that slid across your face.Â
His hand reached up and cupped your face, tilting it up wards so he could slot his mouth over yours in a languid kiss.Â
As you pulled away, you whispered a question against his lips.
âNot a ghost?â
His arms tightened around you and pulled you closer to him.Â
âNot a ghost, darling.âÂ
FIN
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