#Demon Boyfriend

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Owned By The Demon Admiral (AFAB Reader Version)

Male Demon Yandere x AFAB Demon Reader CW: Noncon/dubcon, terms like pussy used for reader's genitals, yandere DILF, general yandere behavior, groping, biting, captive reader, reader is setup, an overly cute semi-aquatic demon cat named Mr. Sir Buttons Word Count: 2k (I am saying this fic is AFAB versus female because no gendered pronouns are ever used at all for the reader in anyway, rather their genitals are biologically female. Terms like pussy/cunt are used so if that is triggering for you please avoid this fic. This was a birthday gift for a friend normally I don't do AFAB reader so this may be a bit sloppy. I hope you enjoy it.)

The battleship you were on drifted through the calm blood red waters of one of Hell’s oceans. The light of the two suns scintillated beautifully off the serene waves. No evidence at all that your ship had just sunk an enemy vessel, condemning the unlucky demons manning it to death.

In the ensuing ebullience at having survived with no damage the leader of the ship, Admiral Oraan, put one hand behind on your ass and one behind your head and pulled you into a passionate kiss as his tail began to wrap around your leg.

You struggled to push off the larger demon but finally he released you. You steadied yourself and gasped for breath.

“I said no!”

Then you stormed off to your quarters.

This wasn’t the first time your commanding officer had done something like this. This was at least the fourth time you had rebuffed his advances. He just wouldn’t get it through his thick skull. You were focused strictly on your military career. The war against Pride, one of the Princes of Hell, was far too important for romance and sex to get in the way.

But you underestimated his desire for you. And his rage. You should have assumed that the highest ranking admiral in Wrath’s fleet would have some severe anger issues. But you naively thought that service to his prince would take priority over his feelings for you.

The first thing he had done was to sabotage your quarters during inspection. You didn’t know it was his doing and were angered and paranoid that someone would thrash your space in such a way, causing you to get written up.

In reality it was all Oraan. A rising action in the story of your downfall.

The next thing that was done to ruin your uniforms. He told you it was disrespectful to the prince you all served, to the branch you served, and to him to have your uniforms in such a state.

After that it was a more serious infraction. Reported for contraband that was then found in your locker.

The final, and most infuriating, nail in the coffin happened in the next skirmish. A small opponent, easy to sink and posing only a slight threat to the hellish dreadnought on which you served. But Oraan had forced multiple witnesses to claim you were a coward. That you had abandoned your station and hid in your quarters while the rest of the crew gallantly manned their posts.

This led to you having to be court-martialed. No time to dock and have more formal proceedings. You had to be court-martialed right on the ship. Despite the evidence against you, you thought that once you were given your chance to make your arguments and have your comrades vouch for your behavior and character then this would all disappear.

That isn’t quite how things played out for you. You started the court-martial optimistic but with each passing moment a sense of dread became stronger and stronger. Each witness, people you had respected and thought of as your friends, gave damning testimony. They painted you as a belligerent, lazy, neglectful oaf. Someone who cared nothing for duty, rules, or honor.

You had to hold back tears as your body shook with rage and sorrow. Why were they saying such things? Why were they lying about you and your actions and character?

It finally became obvious when the sentence was passed. Not death, as might befit someone who fled from combat. Not dishonorable discharge. No, you were being reassigned. As Oraan’s personal attendant. “A non-combat role where no one would be harmed by your cowardly behavior.”

It was all him. He had pressured or otherwise bribed everyone to turn against you. To lie about you. All to get you in his clutches and punish you for rejecting him. And there was nothing you could do about it. He was an older and stronger demon, you’d have no hope to beat him in a fight. And even if you somehow managed it, how would you escape on a ship? And if by some miracle you either made it to land or just waited until the ship was docked you would be chased for all eternity.

No, he had you in your clutches. Your only hope was that your contract with the navy was almost up. You were only to be enlisted for five years at a time before you had to renew. The only exception for that being prolonged was if a hot war was going on, but this one was nearing its end. Since all that happened was the court-martial was just technically a reassignment you were only bound by the terms of your enlistment.

All you had to do was endure for ten months.

It was humiliating. Oraan really wanted to keep you reminded of your new position. You had to be at his side constantly. Obeying all his orders and whims. You had to press his uniforms and get his meals. And in private the tasks got much worse.

Sucking his girthy cock was a common “request” of his. Almost daily. You also had to bathe with him most nights. This required you to wash his entire well-muscled form. If you were a willing participant you would have enjoyed it, he was very attractive, the tattoo of an anchor on his left shoulder and the three large scars on his ribs adding to his rugged allure.

But you weren’t a willing participant. And bathing him usually led to him giving you an “inspection.” That was where he touched, kissed, groped every inch of you before sliding his cock into your hot pussy, slowly fucking into you until he came hard. His tongue, of course, had to probe your mouth during these inspections, “just to be thorough.”

It was good that he had you eat meals with him in his private quarters, because you didn’t think you’d be able to look any of the other crew members in the eye ever again. The ones that hadn’t been involved in fucking over your entire life were the ones that believed the lies about you. On the entire ship you had not a single ally. The only one you could confide in was Mr. Sir Buttons, the semi-aquatic demonic cat that served as the mascot and unofficial morale officer on the ship.

You were on your way back from taking your food trays back to the galley when you felt something soft rub against your leg. Mr. Sir Buttons! You had a few minutes before you had to be back with Oraan so you stooped down and picked him up. He purred loudly.

“At least I never have to worry about you betraying me.”

He meowed as if in affirmation. You nuzzled his thick, red, waterproof fur before placing him back down to go about his very important demonic cat business.

When you got back to Oraan’s quarters he was naked on the bed. His large prick standing erect and ready for the attention you would surely have to give it, a bead of precum running down the length evidently in anticipation.

You sighed in resignation and began to strip your clothing. You had been doing this for over a month now. Only less than nine more to go. You could do it, just one moment at a time.

Too excited after leering at your naked form, he couldn’t wait for you to come to him anymore. Instead he got up and used his strong arms to pick you up and pin you to the bed. He stole your lips with his, kissing you in a greedy frenzy, his large cock swung below as he groped your chest.

“Mine! I can’t believe after all these years you’re finally all mine!”

He bit your neck, causing you to moan involuntarily. But maybe you should just give into the pleasure of the situation. It was going to happen either way and you’d be able to move on with your life once this was all over anyway. Besides, getting into it a bit might just help him finish faster so you’d have less time stuck in this position.

Oraan massaged the outside of your cunt before sliding a couple of fingers into you to get you wet and ready for his large prick.

When he lined his cock up with your drooling entrance, rough hands on your hips, you didn’t look away or flinch as you would normally. You wrapped your arms and legs around him instead, allowing him the perfect angle to slam deeply into your pussy. He grinned, ecstatic that you finally seemed to have not only learned your place but were actively embracing it. He slammed down with hard but slow thrusts. Each one making you gasp and each one punctuated with another kiss or nip up your neck.

Lewd squelching noises emanated from your sex as he increased the tempo of your lovemaking.

Had any of the crew passed the admiral’s quarters on their way through the halls all they would have heard was the rhythmic slap of Oraan’s nuts against your skin as he bred you along with the occasional grunt or swear from him or moan from you.

“Fuck! I love you so much!”

You only drooled a bit while looking up at him dumbly with lustful eyes, having been fucked nearly senseless. You scratched his shoulders with your sharp demonic nails as you pulled him closer to you in an attempt to somehow get him deeper. You were near your climax, desperate for it.

The pain from your nails spurred him on, causing him to fuck you at a new pace that straddle the line between pain and pleasure. You winced as he came hard, your tight clenching walls milking his cock and sending him over the edge soon after.

He gave a few final thrusts into you to empty his balls good and deep before pulling out and holding you tight, caging you in with his sweat-slicked body. You went limp from exhaustion, practically basking in the afterglow that always followed such intense, passionate sex. If you didn’t know any better you could have mistaken Oraan for a lust demon. Though you imagined saying such a thing to his face would have him prove instantly that he was, in fact, a being of wrath.

When the two of you had recovered he took you into the small shower with him. This time around, he cleaned you. Gently washing your body of cum and sweat before rinsing your hair. Far more tender behavior than you would have thought possible from the stern leader. Maybe there was more wisdom to just being more open to your predicament than you had initially thought.

It was a change in your behavior that hadn’t gone unnoticed by the man who had orchestrated the vast shift in your life circumstances.

“Finally decided to give in, huh?” Came his gruff voice from behind you.

You had no reason to be dishonest or hide your thoughts from him.

“Well, my contract is up in just a few months. I am not going to renew so this assignment is only temporary. I figured it’ll go by faster if I just accept it.”

He laughed and pulled you close to him, you could feel his stubble on your neck as he whispered words that made your fiery demon blood run cold.

“With my power, influence, and wealth I can assure you that your signature will keep renewing that contract for eternity, sweetheart. Whether you sign it yourself or not. Even if we aren’t deployed I will find a way to keep you with me.”

You went limp and would have fallen to the floor had he not had his arms wrapped tightly around you. The room felt like it was spinning. You barely took note of the water trailing down your skin or the chaste kiss he pressed to your cheek.

It was over for you, now that Oraan finally had you there was absolutely nothing that would make the older demon give you up.

#yandere teratophilia #yandere terato #monster boyfriend #yandere monster #yandere boyfriend #Yandere Demon x AFAB reader #afab reader #yandere x afab reader #male yandere x afab reader #yandere exophilia #yandere exo #my ocs #My OC Oraan #demon boyfriend

[kaileighblue]

Webtoon

Tapas

Global Comix

Soundtrack listing of all the title songs. Spotify

#webtoon #my art #comic #monster romance #demon boyfriend #size difference #terato

[werecreature-addicted]

Holy crap I need to grab a man by the horns and grind down on his knot

need a man who lets you have full control of his monster body, both his hands cuffed behind his back, his ankles tied to the chair. his big cock ticking up and leaking, waiting for you to take your seat on your throne.

He's muzzled too, so he can't sink his sharp teeth into you while you bounce up and down, so all he can do is whimper and moan. You grab his twisted horns using that leverage to pull his head down, pressing your mouth to the wire mesh that separates your mouths, tasting his breath as he huffs.

His cock is too big for your tiny human body, but you do your best to grind down on his knot, his cock is naturally ribbed and wickedly curved hitting all your sweet spots with every stroke. You grind down on his pulsing knot. feeling him buck his hips pitifully trying to push himself balls deep.

But you're still the one in charge here, you keep edging him, not quietly taking his knot fully, telling him to hold on until you fully knot yourself so he can cum and fill you up properly. He does his best to edge himself but he's just a faucet in you leaking so much cum that it's starting to splatter against his stomach each time you come down.

He starts tearing up and crying when you do give in and push down on his knot. you just feel so good and wet and soft around his knot. Suddenly he doesn't care about the restraints or the muzzle or the edging, he just can't wait to bust in you again.

#monster imagine #monster fucker #monster #monster boyfriend #teratophillia #demon x reader #demon boyfriend

[ash-rigby]

"I could fix him". I could bring him out into the woods and have hard, ritualistic sex with him under a blood moon to turn us both into lustful demons who spend our eternity together seducing every adorable human we can get our hands on into doing the same.

#text #spicy #terato #exophilia #autoexophilia #demons #demon boyfriend

[playing-with-dax]

You've been edging your demon boyfriend for days, and he's not allowed to touch himself this week. That privilege is yours.

Today he's been begging for release. As a reward for how good he's been, you allow him to grind against a pillow until you come home. But he is not allowed to cum and he cannot use his hands.

Do you think he'll make it?

#demon boyfriend #demon oc #demon fucker #demon x reader #demon smut #o control #monsterfucker #monster fucker #terato #teratophillia #nsft art #Dax

[bonkalore]

Let's be honest: this kind of content is the reason most people have followed me for. Domestic size difference is the good shit tho~ <3

#Daniel Spellbound #Jayce Chinda #Lucy Santana #Jacy #Bleeding Magic AU #giant tiny #size difference #my art #my comics #demon #monster #demon boyfriend #monster human romance #this is def later in the story and he's actually Very Big and kind of fucked up #but he needs love!!!

[eldritch-spouse]

What the servants are doing on February the 14th

#Nena oc #Rieba oc #Eleri oc #Roch oc #Flints oc #Jayde oc #Lacai oc #pinnie's art #demon boyfriend #demon girlfriend #minors dni

[momolady]

Leraye the Demon

A family owned cafe, which has a magic of it's own, is centered in a city where ghosts, demons, and other strange things appear. Serving tea and even free peppermints has a whole new meaning to them.

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

It was barely even light out when you opened the back door to the cafe. You glanced up to the sky, seeing the moon was still out. For a moment you held your breath and counted to ten, letting the moon wash over you and prepare you for the long day ahead.

“Where are you with that moon water?” Your mother shouted from inside.

“Coming!” You yelled back. You grabbed up the pitcher and stumbled with a second. “It’s heavy,” you grunted as you went back into the kitchen.

“Good!” Your mother exclaimed. She took the pitcher and looked inside. “The extra heft means the moon was happy last night. Whatever we make today will be imbued with that special energy.” She took the pitcher and filled a measuring glass.

“Perfect!” You said excitedly.

Your mother turned back and squinted at you. “How so?”

Your cheeks flushed. “Well uh…it’s wednesday! Hump day. People need that extra push over the uh-” your mother’s stare made you squirm. “The hump.” You forced a smile.

“The green suit comes in today,” she said with a nod, turning back to the counter where she added yeast to the water.

You glanced aside, seeing your older sister, Bo, watching you from the coffee bar, her pitcher of moon water clutched in her hand, angled to begin pouring.

“What green suit?” You chuckled.

Bo let out her sharp but melodic laugh.

You turned and glared at her, mouthing “shut up.”

“Don’t sass your sister. We all know why you’ve been coming in every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday despite school,” she scoffed. “The green suit comes on those days at exactly 10:45. He orders a large flat white, a charmed rosemary scone, and the sandwich of the day.”

“He’s also a demon,” Bo added in.

Your mother raised a finger. “We let him have his privacy. He wants to pretend to be human, we let him. He’s not hurting anyone so there’s no reason for us to intervene.” Your mother then snapped her fingers at you. “Get to work, stop arguing with your mother! Get the front ready so when your father comes in he can awaken the place.”

You gave Bo one last look before heading out to the front of the shop. You took chairs down off the table, making sure the charm written on the bottom of each one is still clear and unsmudged. If any are, you’ll have to have your dad speak to them when he arrived.

Outside the window you could see shadows moving about, watching the inside before the wind swept them up, tossing them like smoke. They swirled and evaporated, but another would always take their place.

A ghost came through the door, their eyes distant and unfocused as they shambled towards the counter.

“You need to wait outside,” you said to them. “We’re not open yet.”

The ghost approached the counter with a mournful moan.

“We’re closed Hester!” You snapped at her. “Just because you lived here before doesn’t mean you get the run of the place,” you scoffed.

Hester didn’t move, she stood there at the counter, her pitiful moan getting louder and louder until your mom had to shout from the back. Hester slowly retreated then, but she didn’t leave, she just huddled in the corner holding her knees while her blood stained dress rippled out along the floor.

“Chill out Hester, be glad she didn’t come out here,” you sighed.

A while later your dad arrived, carrying a backpack in one hand, your baby sister’s hand in the other.

“Why is Jia not in school?” Your mother fussed.

You smiled at Jia, noticing she looked a bit off.

“Poor thing got sick on the way in. I told her she could sleep in the office and if she got worse I’d take her to Granny.”

Your mom sighed as she knelt before Jia, pinching her cheeks, swiping her forehead then kissing the top of her head. “Alright, she does have a changed scent today.”

“I’ll get her settled,” you said. You took Jia’s hand from your father. “Hester is pouting in the corner,” you said to your father.

He clicked his tongue. “The full moon last night must have her riled up, I’ll get her settled.” Your father took out his bells and incense.

You took Jia to the office, placing a blanket down on the old sofa so it wasn’t scratchy on her sensitive skin.

“What happened, Jiji?” You asked her.

Jia burbled and let out a burp. “Bad smell,” she murmured. “Very bad smell.”

You placed a pillow under her head. “Another one?” You sighed. “Where was it this time?” You reached into her bag, taking out her plush bat that was filled with dried rosemary, lavender, and sage.

Jia took the bat and held it to her face, breathing in deeply. “The mall.”

You nodded, knowing exactly what she was talking about. She had been smelling bad things from there for a while, not to mention you had been seeing a black cloud hanging around the place. “We’ll call Uncle Hector to come inspect things. You just rest okay. I’m sure Bo is already making you your ginger tea.”

“You smell nice,” Jia murmured. “You’re excited aren’t you?”

I arched my brow at her. “Your little nose is too good, Jiji.”

Jia giggled. “Is it the green suit? I like him! He smells…different.”

You hushed her. “No more talk of the green suit. All of you just love teasing me about him.” You then left, dimming the light so Jia could nap easier.

In the front you heard Hester’s agonizing wails while your father tried talking to her with a calming tone.

You turned the open sign on and suddenly Hester went quiet and floated back towards the counter. You sighed, placing a hard candy on the counter. A smile appeared on her drawn, sunken face and as she took the candy into her hand she began to disappear. A shining penny sat on the counter where the candy had rested. You placed it in the tip jar.

“I can’t see why we can’t just put the peppermint dish back out,” your dad said.

“Because then she’d start her shit all over again,” you scoffed. “Things have been so much better since we started enforcing her to obey our hours just like any other customer.”

Your dad shrugged, looking around the restaurant with a pleasant smile. “It’s going to be a wonderful day, I can feel it.”

Your mother came from the back, carting one of the big trays full of her baked wonders. “Not if bad shit keeps happening at the old mall.” You took the tray from her and she arched her brow.

“Is that why Jia’s reacting?” She asked. “The mall again?”

“I’ll call Hector, don’t worry,” you dad huffed.

The day went on as normal after that. The morning rush came and went, and right as things were getting quiet and you could do some cleaning, it was 10:45.

The door chimed and you looked up, your heart swelling with excitement and joy. It was the green suit, aka Mr. Leraye. On first glance he was not someone you would pay attention to, at least that’s what he wanted.

“A flat white and a rosemary scone,” he said with that quiet, smooth voice of his. “What’s the sandwich of the day today?”

You smiled brightly at him, watching as he took off his sunglasses. “It’s a good one!”

Mr. Leraye smiled. “Yes, but what is it?” He pointed to the sign that usually advertised the sandwich of the day, and it was noticeably blank.

“Oh!” You gasped. “I’m sorry. Things got hectic early today.” You took out the chalk and started writing.

He chuckled. “Quite alright.”

“I’ll tell you then. Today’s sandwich is banh mi with fresh carrot, cucumber, cilantro and marinated chicken.” You set the sign back in place. “It’s one of my favorites.”

“Sounds good. I’ll take one of those as well.” He took out a completely black credit card he used to pay for his order. “To be fair though, everything you make here I would consider a favorite. You’ve not disappointed me once with the sandwich of the day.”

“I can’t take credit for that. My mom does most of the meal planning,” you said with a chuckle. “I used to cook but university takes up a lot of time and energy these days.”

“That’s why I come here as often as I do. Work takes up all of mine.” He said this in such a way you felt like you couldn’t follow up with anything.

You decided to persist though. You wanted to keep talking to him.

“Nice day today, isn’t it?” You asked, hoping to spark up some conversation.

Mr. Leraye turned to look out the window. “I suppose.”

You tried to keep your customer service appearance up, but it was so hard to start a conversation with him. You’d been wanting to strike up a friendly rapport between the two of you for so long now, but it always seemed he was trying to get a thirty-nine and a half foot pole between the two of you.

“Not much for sunny days?” You asked.

“I’m not an outdoors person in general.” He placed his card elegantly back into his wallet, then tucked it into the pocket of his jacket.

“I don’t think you’re alone there,” you chuckled.

“I know,” he stated flatly.

Fuck, you cussed in your head. You’d had a crush on him for ages! Why couldn’t you catch a break? You decided to just do your job and get his order ready. You laid out the paper to wrap his sandwich for when your mom got it ready. You also got his flat white and fixed it with a lid and the paper holder.

The door to the kitchen opened, and Jia walked out, holding her bat. “Mom said I could have a croissant.”

“Just a second Jia, we’ve got a customer.” You motioned over towards Mr. Leraye who was looking at his phone.

“Sorry, mister,” Jia said.

“Quite alright.” He peered up from his phone to glance at Jia who was already staring up at him.

“I like your suit,” Jia told him.

Mr. Leraye looked taken aback. “Thank you.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Did you know, a long time ago, they had to use arsenic to make the color green for clothes?” Jia asked.

You bit your cheek to keep from laughing.

“I think I heard that somewhere.” Mr. Leraye stated with an uncertain tone.

Jia took a step towards him. “If your suit was made like green clothes used to be, you’d be covered in ulcers and vomit up blood. Even people around you would get sores and scabs from just brushing against the fabric!”

Mr. Leraye just stared at her.

“Aren’t you grateful it’s not?” Jia asked, stunned that he wasn’t reacting to her claims like she wanted.

You broke a bit, snickering as you took the tray containing Mr. Leraye’s sandwich from the window to the kitchen. “I’m sorry Mr. Leraye, she’s bored with telling us her favorite facts and she doesn’t have her school teacher to terrify today.”

He just shrugged with a stunned look on his handsome face. “I’m more shocked that such a cute looking girl knows such disgusting facts.”

Jia was offended. “History is very disgusting, sir!”

He nodded. “Well, right you are, young scholar.”

You reached into the counter and got Jia her croissant. “If you want cheese you can get some from Mom in the back.”

Jia instead looked back at Mr. Leraye. “Did you know that Marie Antoinette used a face cleanser made with pigeons?” She took a bite of her croissant looking Mr. Leraye dead in the eye. “Actually, it was made with eight whole pigeons! Could you imagine?”

“I…I honestly don’t think I can.” There was a slight chuckle to his voice.

Her gaze didn’t move from him as she took a bite of her croissant. “Rich people are weird.”

“She may have been rich, but in death she was treated no more than a pauper.” he leaned down slightly towards Jia. “Did you know she was buried in an unmarked grave?” He asked her.

Jia’s eyes widened. “Yes!” She said with excitement.

“You are a morbid little doll,” he said.

“I wish I was a doll. That would be cool,” Jia sighed.

You placed Mr. Leraye’s order on the counter. Once again, you had written your number on his cup. This would be the third time, and third time was always the charm. “There you go, Mr. Leraye. Hopefully my sister hasn’t put you off your food too much.”

He picked up his bag. “Not at all. I’m sure I’ll think back on it fondly later today.” For a moment, his glamor faded in front of you. Green smoke billowed off the top of his head, which shrouded the great horns hidden within. His pure white skin had deep green stains around his mouth, fingers, and down the center of his throat.

He picked up his flat white, his hand covering your desperately placed number. “Have a good day then.” He turned and faced an unblinking Jia. “Do you have another morbid fact for me before I go?”

Jia stepped forward a bit. “Siberian bears will dig up dead bodies for food.” She took a bite of her croissant again. “They used cemeteries like refrigerators.”

“You’re not a Siberian bear are you?” Mr. Leraye asked.

Jia shook her head.

“Good.” He said with a nod. “Thank you again,” he said towards you.

“Thank you, have a good day Mr. Leraye,” you said to him as he left. You then cut your eyes at Jia. “How long have you been sitting on that green dye line?”

She just smiled wickedly as she nibbled on her croissant. “How long are you gonna put your number on his cup?”

You glared at her and she glared back. “Better be glad you’re still cute, Jiji” you grumbled at her.

That evening you stop at the grocery store like always. You get your favorite drink, as well as whatever few things are needed at home. You’re going down the cereal aisle when you see an emerald glow from the corner of your eye. You look up, and there he is, the green suit himself holding a box of overly sugary and childish cereal.

Your heart pounds and you wonder if you should say anything. It’s your first time seeing him out in the wild, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. You stood, adjusting your scarf and fluffing up your hair. You then turned towards him with a smile.

“Good evening, Mr. Leraye.”

He set the cereal box down with force, jerking away from the shelf like he had been caught. His dark eyes focus on you and there’s a visible relaxing of his shoulders. “What a surprise.”

“How was the banh mi today?” You asked.

“It was very good.” His eyes darted about.

“Sorry if my baby sister freaked you out today. She’s been going through a phase.” You say this, but you have a feeling it won’t be a phase for Jia.

“Don’t apologize, it was a surprise, but I found myself looking up green dye today at work just to make sure it’s not still arsenic.” He shrugged. “Funny how the mind works.”

“Yes, funny.” You saw a ghost standing behind Mr. Leraye. The face of the ghost was blurry and jerky. In fact the atmosphere in the cereal aisle became heavy and anxious. You swallowed and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, prickling as the ghost stared at Mr. Leraye’s back.

“Do you mind helping me with something?” Mr. Leraye walked towards you. “You know a thing or two about coffee right?” He led you down the aisle, away from their jerking, whispering ghost that knocked over a display of bran flakes as it watched you.

Relief swept over you the further you went. In the coffee aisle, Mr. Leraye picked up a random bag of coffee and showed it to you. “I’ve got a dinner meeting I’m hosting at my house. I was wondering what I should get.”

“You saw it too, huh?” You chuckled. “It was creeping me out, so thanks for getting us out of there!”

Mr. Leraye frowned. “Saw what?”

“The ghost,” you said as simply as possible. “Honestly if you want to serve something at a dinner party, I would recommend getting whole beans and grinding them. It looks impressive to most people.”

His stare didn’t budge. “You can see ghosts?”

You nodded. “I see lots of things. Ghosts are just kind of everywhere, ya know? Like the shadows. But if it’s hidden from the human eye, I can usually make it out.”

Mr. Leraye’s whole body became rigid. His fist clenched tight and there was a wisp of green smoke that would puff from his nose.

You then realized what he was getting tense about. “It’s okay, really. I’ve been noticing stuff like that all my life. It’s sort of a family trait,” you chuckled. You then tapped your finger to your lips. “Don’t tell anyone.”

Mr. Leraye huffed, setting the coffee back on the shelf. “I knew there was something up with the cafe,” he murmured. He then eyed you, trying to figure out if you knew his secret too.

“My mom comes from a long line of witches, and my dad fancies himself an occultist and psychic.” you shrugged. “All my siblings have some sort of special gift.”

“No wonder your sister has such fascinating wisdom.” he kept watching you, waiting for you to spill the beans. “What about you then?”

“My mom calls it my x-ray vision,” you said. “But basically, I can see things most people can’t. My little sister has the scent version of that,” I said tapping my nose.

Mr. Leraye’s shoulders went back and he lifted his chin up. He looked dominating, hot, but unwarranted. “So…what do you see now?”

“Nothing really, just you,” you replied with a smile.

He breathed and green smoke flowed from his nostrils. “That’s good I suppose.” You both started walking, ambling down the aisles together.

“Do you work near the cafe?” You asked out of curiosity.

“The Ettellia Complex,” he said. “I have an office there.”

You glanced up at him. “That pretty building that used to be a cathedral? It must be nice there.”

“It can be,” he murmured. “But like most of this town, it has more than it’s fair share of ghosts.”

“Does it get aggravating?”

“Not for me,” he murmured.

You shrugged. “Yeah. I guess I’m just used to it myself. And we usually figure out a way to deal with them if they get to be too much. And we have a good family friend that deals with really bad ones.”

Things got quiet as you lingered in the baking and spices aisle.

“Have you noticed anything about the mall?” You asked.

He looked up from a bottle of vanilla he was inspecting. “I know I wouldn’t go there if I was paid to. Why do you ask?”

“My sister, she'll get really sick if she goes near it. The smell there really affects her. That’s why she was at the store today. I was just curious if you had noticed anything about it or…maybe knew something.”

“Why would I know?” He asked as someone walked past the two of you.

You walked up to the only register that was open and stood in line together. “Mind if I ask what you do?”

“What do you do?” He countered.

You shrugged. “I dunno. School and the cafe is really it.”

He nodded. “That’s good at least. What do you do at school?”

You smirked and leaned towards him a bit. “What do you do at work?” By now, this was the longest conversation you were able to have with Mr. Leraye, you weren’t going to let it slip through your fingers.

Mr. Leraye sighed. “I do design work for companies.”

Ah-ha! So your mother was right. He did have some sort of office job. “So you're the artsy type.”

He gave you the eye. “I wouldn’t say it’s artsy. Not these days anyways.”

You looked ahead at the line, seeing the blurred face ghost heading towards the glass doors. “What kind of design?” The doors opened for the ghost, causing a woman nearby to get startled.

“Depends. I do a lot of formatting and arraignment on things. Sometimes logos.” He glanced down at you. “And aside from writing your number on coffee cups, what do you do?”

Yoru cheeks warmed and you met his glance. “Oh, so you did notice.”

Mr. Leraye nodded. “I did.”

You stood there awkwardly, stomach grumbling a bit from nerves and hunger. That made the atmosphere feel even more awkward.

“What do you really see? Is that why you kept leaving your number?” He asked in a hushed, urgent tone. “Tell me the truth.”

You licked your lips then took in a deep breath. “Green smoke. Paper white skin,” you said simply.

Mr. Leraye nodded in silence.

“I wouldn’t tell a soul,” you murmured.

The line moved and you stepped forward. Mr. Leraye angled himself behind you. He leaned down to whisper to you.

“All I want is to live my life in peace. There has been too much chaos before, and if that were to ever be ruined-”

“I get it,” you huffed. You turned and looked back at him. “I’m not hinting at chaos. I left my number because I like you.”

His eyes widened and he stood straight again.

“I left my number in a, you know, flirting way,” you pouted.

There was no expression on his face. Those sharp cheekbones and jawline didn’t bridge. “Oh. I see.” he said that in a way too calm a tone for someone who was about to threaten your life for revealing his identity.

“That’s it?” You asked.

“I’m thinking,” he mumbled.

You approached the conveyor belt and placed your items upon it. “About?”

Leraye let out a huff and he smoothed down the front of his jacket. “I’ve purposefully avoided any dating or romantic entanglements while I have been here. Mainly out of fear of being found out and possibly having to leave my life behind to rebuild elsewhere. But…you already know.”

“Know what?”

He glared at you.

You chuckled as you approached the counter and the conversation went quiet. You paid and got your bags. You looked at the door, seeing the blurry faced ghost was standing out there. Your stomach went into a knot, but you knew you’d have to walk past it. It even seemed to be waiting on you.

Mr. Leraye stepped up and led the way. As he walked past the ghost, the green smoke he released billowed off, surrounding the ghost which disappeared back inside the grocery store.

“Thanks,” you said with a breathless voice. “I usually don’t mind ghosts, but that way made me feel uneasy.”

“No problem.” He turned and looked at you before heading to his car. Green smoke came out instead of white steam in the cold air. He took his phone out of his pocket, and the light from it illuminated his very pale skin. “I don’t have that cup anymore, so what’s your number?”

Your heart leapt up into your throat. “Oh uh-” Your thoughts fumbled about for a bit before you blurted out your phone number.

He nodded, tucking his phone back into his pocket. “We’ll talk then.”

A smile blossomed on your face and you couldn’t hold back. “Okay! Sure. Yeah.” You bobbed your head along. “Sounds good. Yup!”

Mr. Leraye Gave you a look. “Don’t get too excited now. I haven’t made up my mind.” He turned and walked back towards his car.

You were still excited. He had your number on his phone, that was enough to celebrate about.

The following day, you were getting out of class and heading towards the library to study.  The day was bright, and it was hurting your eyes. You squinted through the shadows of the awning around the library door, thinking you could see someone coming towards you.

Then your phone rang.

You scoffed, it had ot be your mother, no one else ever called you. You answered without even looking.

“I’m just getting out of class, I haven't even gotten the exam results back yet,” you huffed.

“Well then, I’m glad I’m not bothering you.” Leraye’s voice came through and shocked your system, stopping you dead in your tracks.

You held your breath for a second. “Sorry, I thought this was my mom.” You stepped off the sidewalk onto the grass so people could get by.

“Only me. I wanted to continue our conversation from last night.”

You swallowed. “Okay, sure.” You wandered along the grass, aiming towards one of the trees so you could stand in shade. “What about?”

“It bothers me that you can see me.”

“A lot of people can see you. Is that really so bad?” You sat down under the tree and placed your backpack to the side.

“Not what I meant,” he grumbled. “You can see me like no one else can. That bothers me a great deal.”

You glanced around, seeing people going back and forth to classes. “I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone. Not that I ever was going to.”

“But what if someone found out about you? About your family? If word got out you could see beyond normal vision, that could be a problem.” You could hear a chair being moved as Leraye spoke to you.

“I guess,” you murmured.

There was an edge of irritation to Leraye’s voice. “I’m being serious here. It concerns me that you can just tell people so easily about your abilities.”

“Just you.” You leaned back against the tree and looked up.

“A demon,” he huffed.

“Is there something you’re trying to get at?” You were trying to keep the conversation light in case anyone were to be listening in.

“Is there somewhere we can talk about this in private?” He asked.

You smiled as your heart pounded. “Like a date?”

“Not like a date. I want to talk to you in person,” he huffed.

You thought for a second. “Do you like sushi?”

Leraye grunted. “What?”

“There’s a sushi place down from my family’s cafe called Nice Place. They have these big private booths, they also have really good food. We can meet there tonight if you want. So, do you like sushi or not?” You were holding back on your excitement.

“That’s fine,” Leraye sighed. “But don’t be getting any ideas.”

“Great. Let’s say at six?”

“Fine. I’ll see you then.” He hung up and you jumped from the ground and rushed across the grass towards the parking lot. You had just enough time to get home, shower, and make yourself look nice for the ‘not date’.

At home, you were drying your hair while Jia sat on your bed, playing with stuffed raccoon dolls.

“You have that smell again,” she said.

“I know,” you huffed. “I’m meeting Leraye at Nice Place.”

You could see Jia peek at you from the mirror. “How did you do that?”

“We ran into each other at the grocery store last night and got to talking. By the way, the ghost you said that smells like diesel fuel is back.”

“He’s creepy.” Jia slipped off the bed and came to stand by you at your vanity. “Are you and green suit gonna kiss?”

Your cheeks flushed. “I don’t know, Jiji!”

“You smell like you did during your prom.”

You turned and frowned down at Jia. “Don’t you have anything else better to do than bother me?”

Jia shook her head. “Mom said I couldn’t read my big book because I called the neighbor a troglodyte.”

You eyed Jia as he took your comb through your hair. “Do you even know what that word means?”

Jia shrugged. “If I had my big book I would.”

You stood up and pointed to the door. “I’ve got to change, so get.”

Jia gathered her raccoons off the bed. “Fine.” She stopped in the doorway and looked back at you. “Green suit smells nervous when he comes in the cafe.”

You frowned at her. “What?”

“He gets this smell when he comes in, especially when you’re around.” Jia then smirked. “That’s all.” She shut the door as she raced off.

Because of that, you felt nervous.

You walked to Nice Place, stepping inside where you saw Leraye waiting at the hostess stand. He turned toward you, and dark eyes got this look to them.

“They’re cleaning a table,” he stated.

You nodded. “Okay good. Don’t have to wait long.”

Leraye glanced over you, which you had hoped he would do. You had worn a special dress just for the night, along with a snug little cardigan since it was chilly out. Both were a shade of green.

“You look…nice,” he said with some hesitance.

“Thanks,” you chuckled. “I like your suit.”

He adjusted his jacket. “Yes, well, I came straight from work.”

That moment the hostess returned and seated you at one of the big booths, pulling back the large curtain. She gave you both water and set up the tea set, then closed you in with your menus.

Larey picked up his menu. “What do you recommend?”

“If I could afford it, I’d get the sample platter. You get a bit of everything, plus the soup and some extra toppings. It’s expensive but well worth it.” You were checking out the affordable rolls.

“Go ahead and order it, I’ll take care of it,” Leraye said with such a cool, even tone.

You bit the inside of your cheek. “You sure? It’s a lot.”

He laid down his menu. “I don’t mind.”

You hesitantly set your menu down as well, watching as Leraye poured himself a cup of green tea.

“Thank you, this will be a treat.” You tugged at your dress under the table, hoping you weren’t showing too much lap.

“Does it really not bother you that I’m a demon?” He asked suddenly.

You glanced up at him and cleared your throat. “Should I be? I mean, it is odd. The first time I saw you I was a little freaked out, demons don’t just come to earth for coffee and sandwiches.”

Leraye eyed you with a smoldering gaze. “You would be surprised.”

You leaned against the table a bit. “You mean they do?”

“Not exactly. But in the past five years, lots of demons have been leaving our world for this one.” He took a sip of tea then set it aside. “I left before all that.”

You furrowed your brow. “Why are you telling me this?”

“So you’ll understand how dangerous your power is. If the wrong people found out about it, it could put you in danger. You  could become a tool.” he shut up instantly as the waitress came. You quickly gave your order, and once the curtain dropped again you both looked at one another with stony expressions.

“We don’t just tell anybody, and even so, my family has friends in all sorts of places. My dad used to work for Robin Antiquities, ever heard of them?”

“I know of Robin,” he murmured. “I ask because I know my kind are constantly hunted. And while I may not like my family, I do care for their well being. I also don’t want to see you being used.”

“My family is well prepared, Leraye,” you said sternly. “My parents know just as much about these things as you do, I’m sure.”

Leraye nodded. “This is part of why I wanted to talk to you.”

“If you’re so worried about my safety then why not take care of me yourself?” You felt embarrassed as soon as the words left your mouth.

Leraye glanced aside, and a slight shift in color on his cheeks took place. Awkward silence filled the booth, and even the waitress could sense the tension when she brought your soup.

“Anything else?” She asked, trying her best to sound chipper.

“Sake,” Leraye said suddenly. “Please.”

The waitress nodded, closing the curtain back without a word.

“Sorry about that,” you muttered.

Leraye shook his head. “I suppose I was leading the conversation anyways.”

You took a drink of water to excuse the silence. When it felt like the silence was too much, you decided to just lay it out. “I’ve liked you for a long time. Demon or not,” you muttered. “You’re nice, a bit standoffish, but I can understand why.” You tugged at the hem of your dress again. “Maybe I’m weird because I do like the demon aspect. Not many girls like monsters I suppose.” You peered back up at him, seeing he’s watching you with that smoldering gaze again.

“But I just…” You swallowed as your nerves fluttered around in your chest and throat. “I just like you.”

“Well,” he murmured. “Thank you, that’s kind to say.” He rubbed at his jaw. “I would be lying if I said I wasn’t flattered. Nor do I think you’re alone in your attraction. I mean, to monsters.” He glanced aside again. “Lots of my family have shacked up, so to speak, with humans.”

You smiled shyly to yourself.

“Also…I order the same thing everytime I come into the cafe because, well, I get too anxious to think of anything else.” Leraye looked back at you.

You opened your mouth to speak when the waitress opened the curtain back up. She placed your food on the table, as well as Leraye’s order of sake. Once she left, you sat in silence again, looking at your food.

“So this is a date,” you murmured.

Leraye chuckled, smiling at you as color rose in his cheeks. You smiled back, giggling softly as Leraye poured you each a small glass of the warm sake.

“Yes, I suppose it is.” Leraye murmured. He held up his glass and you both toasted to the evening.

The rest of the date felt a bit lighter. The air had been so heavy when you started and all of a sudden it was barely noticeable. You played footsie under the table, touching more and more as the warmth of the sake flowed through you.

Leraye drank more than you, finishing off the sake just before leaving. He didn’t seem drunk, but there was an openess to him he didn’t usually have. He put his big hand on the small of your back.

“Let me take you home,” he said.

“Oh, no, that’s alright,” you gasped. “My whole family is there, I wouldn’t want you getting ragged in because of them.”

He nodded. “Then how about you be a gentleman and take me home?”

You squinted for a brief second. “Do you need me to?”

Leraye leaned down, cupping the back of your neck in his hand. He kissed you and he tasted like sake. His lips were warm, but his hand felt chilled against the nape of your neck.

“I haven’t had anything to drink in a long time,” he murmured. “I feel warm all over.”

You nodded. “Yeah. Me too.”

He leaned down again, kissing you affectionately.

Leraye eventually gave you his car keys, and the navigation in his car directed you to his apartment. You got him home and inside his place, which you were surprised to find was full of geodes, rocks, and fossils.

“I’m going to get some water. Want some?” Leraye stipped off his jacket and undid his tie.

“Uhh…sure,” you replied with nerves.

Leraye nodded, wandering off while you were left to look around his living room. He had all sorts of crystals and rocks in his home. It was really quite the amazing collection. You were looking at a large chunk of bismuth when he came back.

He held two bottles in his hand, and he had taken off his dress shirt so all he had on was his tight under shirt. His hair was also disheveled, so he had this sleepy, sexy apeprance to himself.

“Water,” he handed you a bottle then cracked his own open.

I smiled at him, enjoying seeing him in a new state. “I didn’t expect you to be a geology fan.”

You sighed. “It reminds me of home,” he murmured.

“Hell?”

Leraye grimaced and gave you a sarcastic look. “No, not hell.” he glanced back to the rocks. “It’s not what you’d think.”

You smiled and drank some water. “My dad has a lot of crystals back home. We had them sitting out during the full moon.”

“I don’t do that.” Leraye waed for you to follow him, taking you back into another room where there were bookshelves and an entertainment system. He sat down on a massive green sofa and stretched out his legs. You sat beside him, keeping your legs tucked back and together.

“I rarely host guests, let alone a date,” he murmured. “I’m not sure exactly what to do.”

You pressed your lips together in a tight line. You glanced towards the television set and pointed. “We could watch a movie.”

“We could.” He sat up and bent forward, reaching for his phone in his pocket. With a few taps the lights dimmed, and colored LEDs turned on around the entertainment system. Another few taps and the TV turned on as well as switched to an app.

“What movie?” Leraye asked. He handed you his phone so you could scroll through.

You thought for a moment, pursing your lips together. “You really trust me with this decision?”

He shrugged. “I’m at a point right now i don’t really mind much.”

You looked through movies with a slight smile. “Do you often mind much?”

Leraye was quiet for a long pause while you scanned through the movie selection. He shifted in his seat, leaning back and sighing. “I guess.”

You looked from the phone over to his profile, seeing his head leaned back and his eyes gazing up at the ceiling. You lowered the phone down, taking the opportunity to gaze at him and admire him. You saw beneath his human guise, the paper white skin mingled with green smoke stains. His long white hair trailed off the back of the sofa as well as down his shoulder and along his extremely long arm.A long tail curled from behind, going down the side and flicking up and down your ankle. He turned and looked at you, smoke trailing from his endless eyes sockets.

“What are you looking at?”

You inched closer to him and laid your hand over his. You brushed aside his long hair and tucked it behind his wing-like ear.

“You of course. I’ve never gotten a close look at you before.” You grazed your knuckles along his sharp cheekbone and he reached up, grabbing your hand and pulling it away.

He snarled and sharp teeth appeared from behind his lip. Inside a dark green tongue licked along the sharp edges.

“I told you to pick a movie to watch. Not me. I’m relaxing in my own home, don’t take advantage of that.” he didn’t let go of your hand.

“I wasn’t,” you giggled. You inched in closer, kissing his cheek and jaw. You could smell that earthy scent that Jia described, it was wonderful.

Leraye grumbled. “Hey.”

Your lips brushed against his neck and Leraye trembled. You moved in closer to him and your dress hiked up around your thighs.

“That’s…that’s enough, don’t you think?” He puffed but didn’t try to fight.

You pressed in close to him, kissing more and moaning while you did it. His hand reached around you and gripped the small of your back, causing your whole spine to electrify. You lifted your head to face him, both of you breathing slightly off. The two of you kissed and you began to swoon, getting dizzy and a little lightheaded.

Pulling back you took a deep breath, swallowing then chuckling softly. “Okay, I’m done now.” You eased back and Leraye’s tail slipped down along your thigh, bare skin to bare skin. You sat back down on the sofa, selecting a movie.

“It’s a cartoon.” His arm slipped around your shoulders.

You smiled to yourself. “It’s Spirited Away, show some respect.” You relaxed into his side snuggling against him. His tail curled around your back, resting into your lap where you began petting it mindlessly. That was, until you heard a low purr rumble in Leraye’s chest. He coughed to cover it, but you smiled, knowing exactly what you heard.

Together, you watched the movie until you began to feel yourself drift off. You sat up, causing Leraye to move as well.

“I should get going,” you yawned. “Or I’ll pass out on your couch.”

Leraye tapped on his phone, and the light turned back on. He stood up and offered his hand to you. “Will you be at the cafe tomorrow?” He asked.

You smiled as you tugged your dress back down. “I will be. Will you?”

He nodded. “I will.”

Leraye drove you back home. Once you parked out front, he got out of the car with you, walking you up to the front door.

“Very brave, what if someone jumped out?” You asked.

Leraye brushed his fingers through his hair, shifting back into his disguise. “I would hope it would be Jia. I like her.”

“She’s hopefully been in bed for hours.” You stood on tiptoe, giving him a soft kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He nodded quietly, peering in through the door as you opened it. “Tomorrow then.” You took one last look at him, smiling as he looked bashful. You closed the door and took in a deep breath, extremely happy with how the evening turned out.

The next morning went on like usual, setting up the cafe and getting ready for the day. As you got the front set up and swept outside, you saw Hester sitting at one of the tables outside. You looked her over and sighed.

“Cold morning, isn’t it Hester?” You asked.

Hester moaned.

You followed her gaze across the street. A couple of years ago someone had bought a few of the old storefronts and renovated them. One was a candy store and opened early to sell fresh donuts to the morning crowd. The owner often came over to buy coffee for his employees. Hester watched the storefront with sad eyes, focusing on the owner as he stepped out to put up his sandwich board sign.

“Owns a candy store,” you murmured to her. “Sounds like a good deal to me.”

Hester whimpered.

You chuckled and saw a splash of green in your periphery. Leraye came walking up, clutching a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Hester leaned out in front of him.

Your mouth opened and you were breathless. “You’re early.”

Leraye nodded. “I know.” He held up the flowers. “I got these for you.”

You smiled, taking them and chuckling. “I’ve never been given flowers before.”

“I panicked,” he said.

You smiled sweetly up and him and opened the door, ushering him inside. “Flat white?” You asked.

Leraye approached the counter. “Actually, I think I’ll try something different today.” He glanced over the menu above you. Behind you in the kitchen you could hear your mother and Bo whispering and giggling.

“I’ll try a mocha today,” he said.

You looked at him with surprise.

His whole body stiffened. “What? Is that weird?”

You shook your head. “No, just unexpected. It's one of my favorites.”

He relaxed a little. “Okay then, uhm…avocado steamed bun.”

“Ooh, another good choice,” you said. “Will that be all? Or do you want a sandwich of the day too?”

He shook his head. “I figured I would take you out for lunch today. If you’re free.”

“She is,” your mother called from the back.

You bit your cheek and looked up at him. “I get off at one.”

“I can pick you up here,” he said.

You nodded, rubbing the back of your neck. “Sure. Uhm…one sec, let me get your order together.” You went into the back, seeing your mother and sister giggling.

That afternoon, you waited out front of the store for Leraye. Across the street you saw Hester peering through the window of the candy shop.

“That’s new,” you murmured. A few seconds later, Leraye pulled up in his car. You hopped in, settling into the seat as he drove off.

“So, where are you taking me for lunch?” You asked.

“My place,” he stated.

You smirked. “Oh fun! Are you going to murder me?”

He gave you the eye from behind his sunglasses. “No. I was going to make you lunch. I thought it would be nice.”

“You can cook?”

Leraye turned and smirked at you. “I have a few specialties.”

It was a blur from his car to the apartment. Somehow you ended up making out in his driveway, next thing you knew, you were on his kitchen counter with Leraye’s head between your thighs.

You clutched his horns, breathing hard as his tongue lapped over you. You felt steam and heat along the cold counter top, growing the more Leraye feasted upon you. Pleasure radiated from your core, your eyes lowered as you let it swept through your limbs. Leraye chuckled against your thigh, kissing softly then stroking his hand up your center.

“When you said make me lunch-” you panted. Ou let out a long moan, hitting your head against the cabinets.

“I meant something else,” Leraye growled. He rose up, a tall, statuesque demon standing before you. “But this works out too.”

You took a few breaths, collecting your thoughts from the arousing tongue lashing. “You were really good at that.”

“I can do better.” Leraye leaned over you, kissing you while his tail wrapped around your leg.

You smirked and rubbed your hand up his chest. “What does that mean?”

Leraye picked you up, carrying you from the kitchen to his bedroom. It was dark despite it being the afternoon. His curtains were drawn, blocking out most of the light. He laid you down upon his bed and you both stripped away what remained of your clothing.

Leraye sat down upon the bed, kissing you softly and combing his spidery fingers through your hair. You pet his tail while the kisses were exchanged, and then his purr began to vibrate against your lips.

“I didn’t realize demons purred,” you breathed.

“Shh,” he fussed. He kissed you again, slicing you. His tail coiled around your waist, squeezing you slightly.

You crawled into his lap easing down until you felt his shaft against you.

“You don’t have to,” Leraye whispered.

“Maybe I want to.” You replied, his tail giving you an extra squeeze. You reached down, guiding his cock so it slipped between your thighs, rubbing right against you. You were already warm and wet from his nibbling in the kitchen, so you glided along him easily.

Leraye shuddered, let out a strangled breath as you started to move. “It’s been a while,” he murmured.

His cock throbbed against you, twitching so you could feel his pulse. You kissed him and his tail wrapped up around your back, snapping off your bra. You gasped slightly and his tail pushed you closer into Leraye.

“Stop teasing me.”

You let out a breath and slowly eased yourself down, using your fingers to press him inside. You grunted as he first slipped inside, but moaned as he went deeper.

His tail was now wrapped around your waist, going up your back and bending around the side of your neck. Leraye chuckled, and green lights illuminated from his eyes. He licked your cheek, moaning softly as he savored being inside you.

“How is it?” He whispered.

You wondered how he could even think of talking during a time like this. You looked into his eyes, and took nodded.

Leraye nuzzled into your neck and chuckled. “What’s that?”

You whimpered as his tail coiled more around your neck.

“Talk to me.”

“It’s good,” you burbled. “You feel good.”

He moaned, using his tail to move you. “So do you.” He kissed you, arching his hips and going deeper inside you.

The darkness of his room added to everything. You couldn’t see, so your sense of touch was all the more intense. His kisses, his fingers, every time they brushed against you it felt like electricity was flying through your veins.

His sheets felt so cold against your skin as you pressed into them. His body seemed so large above yours, like an island in his bed. You clung to him, breathing deeply every time his tail clutched tight around you. Inside was a fire, stoking through your body until melted everything in its path.

Sometime later, you stirred, waking up in bed which had cooled in the interim. You could make out shapes in the room, but it was still quite dark. You got up, walking over to the window and parking the curtain. Outside was a sea of white.

That was odd, you hadn’t heard anything about snow.

You turned back, seeing Leraye still snuggled up in bed, his tail twitched free of the covers, searching your side. He slowly began to move when he couldn’t find you. He eyes opened, peering out from his pillow to see you standing there naked.

“What are you doing?” He growled.

“It snowed.”

Leraye beheld out his hand, beckoning you back to bed. “Then you’re stuck here with me.”

You returned to bed, crawling under the covers with him. His tail curled around your hip and stroked up your back. You were just getting comfy again when your stomach growled.

Leraye sighed. “Second time you’ve done that to me.” He huffed and began to get up. “I did promise you lunch. I suppose now I owe you dinner.” he stood up from bed, searching the floor for his clothes. He tossed you a robe hanging on his door.

“If you want to join me while I cook.”

You smiled, watching him as he got dressed. “I can do you one better,” you grunted as you stood. “I’ll help you cook.”

Leraye nodded, a gentle smile on his face.

“Oh, I forgot to ask, what did you think of your different order today?” You asked as you meandered down the hall.

“I liked the mocha, a bit of sweetness was nice.” His tail brushed up against the back of your leg. “And I think I liked the baozi much more than the scone.”

“That’s mom’s specialty.” You stepped into his kitchen, watching him as he opened up his fridge. “What are we making?”

“Probably a pizza. Or a grilled cheese.” he looked back apologetically. “I forgot I needed to shop.”

“You’re in luck, I make the world’s best grilled cheese. They are Jia’s favorite.” You stepped up to Leraye and gave him another kiss. “I do hope you have lots of butter.”

He handed you an unopened box. “All you could eat.”

You snickered and he started laughing too. There before the fridge, you kissed some more until your frustrated belly won out. Outside, the snow continued to fall, and everything felt so quiet and still, just right to enjoy your new demon boyfriend.

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Demon Knight: Odel

[I plan on making a part 2, I just needed to write something, to begin with!]

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Ad Laetitiam et Pacem

“It is set in ink. I will not hear anymore else of it,” your father, the King declared. “You will marry Lord Meriweather’s son by the arrival of spring.”

Perhaps in the hopes of pleasing your father, you would have heeded to words, to remain dutiful as princess of the realm and make your family proud.

That same night when you heard of your fate, you prepared to dress comfortably in a washerwoman’s ensemble, before slipping out the high window.

To hell with the arrangement, I would rather live a life of celibacy. This fate will not ruin my life.

The third daughter out of six and the eighth out of eleven living children, you had many brothers and sisters older that would be set for better matches from well-known lords and ladies. Yet, you were not put to become queen or to be married off to a wealthy lord, you were assigned to marry a minor lordling, his youngest son feeble and health ailing.

Of all the four sons of Lord Meriweather’s brood, you had to be matched with one with no proper destiny. Hugh was sickly and frail, not a knight or the heir to his father’s land, he was predestined to nothingness, and upon your first meeting with him, you snidely advised he was better suited to abstinence than to displeasing his future wife.

To your dissatisfaction, it had to be you that would be disappointed.

The moonlight acted as your only guide as you run blindly through the streets of the capital. Dead of life with only a few patrolling, you were able to squeeze into dark shadows, ducking and weaving before you found yourself on the outskirts of the capital. Its high, towering walls were manned, but you covered your face with your hood, ducking your head as you run out, away from the life you knew.

The adrenaline pumped swiftly in your chest, and a sense of freedom was overwhelming as the smile broadened on your face, racing your body as fast as you could through the woods.

Months of planning had come underway, and the only place you knew would be deserted; was Whitehaven Hold.

Your other option could’ve been to stay with your older sister, Alinor. Eight years your senior, she was married at eight-and-ten to a well-known and comely lord, giving him babes a year into their marriage.

Father will know I will go to her. You knew it would be a rooky mistake. He knew how much you loved your sister, how you missed her dearly after she was sent away to live the rest of her days in someone else’s castle.

Your older brother, Cassius was four-and-twenty, acting as a scholar in the south, but they did not accept women to the life of academics. No, it would’ve been harder to dress as a man to be accepted into his school.

It was a day or two away, and you spent your nights by a fire, rummaging for food and keeping what stale biscuits you hid in your dress pockets. You lay, wide awake, with no knowledge of where exactly you could go next.

The morning came easily when you arrived at the sight, a smouldering heat and smoke billowing from the mess in front of you.

Whitehaven Hold was a twisted, horrid sight. The battlements for a two-hundred-year war, its walls were burnt and destroyed, the stone had crumpled as it burnt and melted like candles, thousands burning inside. It acts as a haunted sight for travellers, with no Lord or Lady sane enough to reside there.

You entered through the battered doors, cold and damp easily enveloped you as you shuddered, looking around. It had been quickly looted of items by travellers, with not a sight of heirlooms or gold in sight. What remained was tattered and worn furniture, rooms dark and clammy and all the very same.

I’m not staying here before I lose my mind. You thought in disgust, but the thought of residing brought you to chuckle. The Lady of Whitehaven Hold- imagine the look on father’s face. It would not be good to stay a day or two before the cold enters your system and bring the chill quickly. It ached in your chest, not knowing where you could go next. South, always south. Away from it all.

The rooms were simple and easy to roam, a large, broken dining hall, fit for a Lord, wife and many heirs, its kitchen located on the far side. The table was battered and disarrayed, little to nothing scattered that remained of contents of food and dirt. You continued, walking past the cold entrance, up towards what remained of the grand staircase.

Spotting at the very top, are three displays of suits of armour, posing in similar positions. Their hands were positioned to have a greatsword in their hands, but only one remained in the grasp, the one in the middle.

You observed its armour, shinier and similar to molten black obsidian, it gleamed as if recently polished. You flicked your finger across the armour, its armour hummed low as you dragged across its armour to inspect for dirt.

“Hmph, just as I thought. A collectable.” You scoffed, wiping the grime from your finger as you stared up into its helm. The helmet was a beautiful display, gleaming in brilliance, except when you looked into the eyeless sockets of its eyes, something was not supposed to be there.

Eyes staring back. Alit with burning, enraged flames.

“There is little of me that I would class as a collectable,” a low, rumbling voice boomed, startling you rigid. You stepped back, towards the staircase, watching in horror. The talon-like fingers twitched momentarily, before another jolted with life, the whole hand was soon moving with existence.

The suit of armour slowly and lazily tested its movements, its long leg swung forward, groaning and choking as the armour moved. His fiery stare was towards you, raging with anger. “You are not meant to be here. You are trespassing.”

“No one lives here.”

“The Lord of Whitehaven Hold resides here, and I must protect my Lord from all.”

To your surprise, his fingers jerked to grip the hilt of his deadly sword tighter, a flash of silver startled you as he unsheathed the mighty weapon, before you were staggering, sprinting back down the stairs, hearing the squeaks of worn armour following hotly behind.

Leaving through the front door was an easier move, but with adrenaline pumping quickly in your chest. You stumbled and fell, your body kicking to keep moving, to hide, to do anything to get away from the deadly sword.

Something swung just behind you, a scream bubbling over you as his sword got caught into the wall, clinging with a hiss as it hit the wall and avoid taking a chunk out of you. You continued to run, in hopes you could find anywhere to hide, but no matter, the knight was hot on your tail.

You swept around the table, the knight rounding the other side, eyes flaming with the sword ready to swing before something caught his eye, something behind you. His sword lowered as he took in the damaged painting behind you, and you too turned to see what it was he was looking over.

The painting was of no doubt, the old Lord of Whitehaven Hold, yet he had been the first and last during the two-hundred-year war, murdered by conspirators who took over his castle after their coup.

There was a sadness that filled the knight’s eyes, lowering his sword, his entire demeanour changed to become defeated. “He’s gone?” His voice was gravelly and soft.

“He was murdered two-hundred years ago,” you spoke carefully, still gazing periodically towards the silver of his large sword. “There has not been another lord of this Hold since.”

The knight did not answer for a moment, looking at the painting with a solemn gaze that was so vivid without seeing the rest of his face. “Oh,” was the only word he spoke, before he sheathed his sword, marching back and away from the hall, back up towards the stairs.

“Hey, where are you going?” You stared in disbelief, uneasily tailing behind him a few feet. You watched how he climbed the stairs stiffly, moving back towards his display.

“I am no longer needed,” he spoke quietly. “I am free from my pact.”

“Pact from what?”

“The pact grants anyone who rules this hold the protection and my sword.” He moved towards to set himself in his display once more, propping the sword out to rest between his hands once more. You were by the bottom of the stairs, cautiously standing there. “I am no longer needed.”

Your cheeks heated the same way a child would grow in a tantrum. “Well, what if I became the next resident?”

His eyes peered over you, wide and in incredulously. “You’re a mere washerwoman.”

You remembered your clothing, the ones you snuck out in, and you knew you had no way of making him believe you. “Would you believe me if I said I was a Princess—and runaway one?”

He scoffed light-heartedly. “You’re rather funny, aren’t you?”

“I am!” You insisted. “My father is the current King, Cassius XV. My oldest brother is Crown Prince Isolde. My mother, Queen Adora, was forty when she passed, giving birth to my youngest sister, Margarita.” You told him your name, the one you despised using.

He did not answer once again, yet he seemed amused. “Anyone could know that of the current rulers.”

“I can read that,” you pointed towards the small display name, written in the old language of Ald, passed down to royalty and nobles to keep alive. “Would a washerwoman know about the culture and language of Ald? Would a washerwoman even know how to read?”

“Maybe so,” he assessed warily. “What is a princess like yourself doing out here?”

“My father wished to have me married off.”

He inquired amusedly. “You ran away from your betrothal? I don’t think I’ve heard of such a thing before.”

“You don’t know many princesses.” You muttered.

“Perhaps,” he mused. “It is known many Princesses of the past have been fond of comely knights and princes from far lands. It would be their dream to be married off.”

“Hugh Meriweather looks more weasel than man.”

The knight looked perplexed, but he did chuckle at your words. “Weasel, you say? I’m unsure there is some tale of a Princess and a weasel.”

Fairy tales are nightmares in reality. Just stories to keep girls happy. You thought. “It isn’t some fairy tale. I have no say in who I can love.” You huffed, crossing your arms. “That is why I’m here. Running away from the fate destined for me; misery, squeezing out babes and dying from childbed fever. You wouldn’t have to worry about being wedded off, you’re just a piece of talking armour.”

The silence that followed your passing words made you realise that you may have overstepped. You peered over at him, and though his face was shielded, you could tell your words had insulted him.

“You’re talking to a piece of talking armour.” He jeered and your cheeks had rouged once more in embarrassment. “What then, little Princess? You believe your father would not find you here?”

“He can sure try to.” You huffed. “I will not leave here.”

If he had eyebrows, you could be sure he had a face of exasperation. “You think you’ll have protection here?”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “You’re here.”

“I’m free from my pact, however.” He recalled.

“What about forming a pact with me? It can’t be that bad.” You said excitedly, too naively to think anything of it. You’ve had knights in service of protecting you your entire life: how different could this be?

“Princess,” his voice was laced with unease. “If you go ahead with this, you will need to sacrifice something of your life.”

Your silence was a tell-tell sign that you were uncertain. Sacrifice something, like what? You thought about the things you had to you: you had no titles to own, no claim to the throne, so you couldn’t give that up (you doubted you would’ve if you did own one). It seemed like an easy deal, yet nothing came to mind for you to give in return, until—

“I shall give you my hand in marriage.”

The knight recoiled almost as if he had been burnt in his ink-black armour, his demeanour changed to seem hesitant, almost incredulous to your offer. “What about Hugh the weasel? You don’t think I’m a married man already?” He asked.

“You wouldn’t be here if you were already married now, would you? You would be with your lady wife.”

He seemed pleased by your words, stepping forth towards you, around the table, before he was standing in front of you. His full height towered easily over you, and you imagined what he looked like without the helmet on him.

“I, swear by my name and honour, to protect and keep you in my stay, for as long as you may live. I am yours, Princess," he says. "I will shield your back and give you my life in the moment of need.”

You easily presented your hand to him to take into his, there was warmth oddly in his armoured fingers, and his obsidian suit of armour hummed and almost felt as if it was burning up on the inside before the knight brought your hand to his lips to place a kiss to your knuckles.

“Arise, sir-“

“Odel. Sir Odel.”

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[theres-a-body-here]

"Thanacon, write some about demons who are yandere and possessive"

Lol okay sure, but rarely. Instead, I'm writing about demon lovers who:

Are basically overworked dads, maintaining and leading their cults

Are loving mothers, who take in the outcasts of society

Behave and look like Angels

Are manchildren, who only created their cult so they can be pampered and attended to

Don't need an entire cult to worship them, only you

Inhabit your body, becoming one with a higher power

Are pathetic and weak and need constant praising so they won't fall apart

Are completely inhuman by nature, writhing flesh with no distinct human features

Are hiveminds and insist that you'll be able to love all of their host bodies

Would much rather worship you

Live in the deep abyss, only able to communicate through telepathy

Thank you for listening to my rambling

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[werecreature-addicted]

Hi. I’d like to make a confession. I want a demon boyfriend who bounces me on his cock while I grip his horns for leverage. When he cums, it’s hot and tingly, like a shot of whiskey on a cold day. Then we snuggle as he holds me in his arms with his wings closed around us and his tail wrapped securely around my leg. Alright. I’m going to go sign up for electroshock therapy. Y’all take care now. Love the blog. ✌️

I love the idea of demons having sensitive horns, especially around the base. so when you hold onto his horns it just drives him WILD and he just can't help but fuck up into you harder-which makes you grip his horns tighter- which makes him fuck you harder. it's such a vicious cycle.

I'm also a big fan of demons with glowing cocks/cum. Like UGHHHH a glowing stomach bulge is so fucking hot to me. its never been so easy to watch your lover rearrange your guts! or like with the cum Imagine your demon forcing you to look at him fucking you, watch as his cock goes in and out and in and out then he gives one final sharp trust and suddenly there's something lighting you up from the inside.

and yes of course his cum isn't just warm. it's hot, everything about him is hot. his skin, his breath, his growls, and it's perfect to keep you nice and toasty if your heat ever gives out. Imagine your demon boyfriend jerking off and cumming on a rag then he makes you hump it. even with his cum cooling down it's still warm, and wet and ugh it feels good pressing it between your legs and just the idea of humping his cum rag is so fucking dirty- you're a MESS. also side note but demons cum buckets. I don't make the rules.

as for tails... as much fun as it is to have him fucking you with it I'd like to propose- Demon boyfriend using his tail as a gag. like he's fucking you from behind and his long tail swings around to slip into your mouth, choking you a little bit on the flared head but successfully muffling your moans. just be careful with your teeth. you wouldn't want to get punished, would you? you wouldn't want him to take his tail out of your mouth and use it more like a whip... would you?

and I know demons are usually portrayed with bat wings but I just love feathery angel wings too much. your demon boyfriend leaves feathers every fucking where. as a subtle way to mark your home as his territory. he will also make you wear some of his black feathers in a necklace. Because you're being a bitch and won't let him carve demonic runes in your skin to mark you as his- so the feather will have to do... for now.

anyways we should see if there's a two-for-one deal on electro-shock therapy.

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[ash-rigby]

cw: semi-public sex, exhibitionism (mentioned; not depicted)

You excite your demon boyfriend a little too much at the club. To the point where he can't wait until you're home to have you. He drags you into an alleyway and fucks you right there. You're pressed up against the brick wall, his hand muffling your moans as he snaps his hips into you from behind. His mouth is close to your ear. Hot breath accompanies his low grunts. You know how completely worked up he is by the smoke that billows from his lips and wreaths your head. The voice that rumbles against your heated skin is gravelly and feral.

"Anyone could see us," he says, chuckling as you whimper. "And maybe I want them to. Let them see how good that pretty tease from the dancefloor can take it. Make them crave a taste...envy that you're mine. All. Fucking. Mine."

His fangs graze you and it's your undoing. You cum around him and he's quick to follow. With a satisfied growl, he thrusts his raging cock to the hilt and pumps you full. He gets on his knees and hungrily laps up his mess, pausing here and there to nip at your trembling thighs in the semi-dark.

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[playing-with-dax]

Submissive demon + gender neutral reader

18+ - restraint - tail teasing - oral - begging (consensual)

You have your demon tied right where you want him~

On his knees. Hands bound behind his back. His tail tucked between his legs so it's laying out on the bed in front of him. You discovered last week that touching his tail earned you a delicious reaction, and now you plan to exploit that weak spot.

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He looks at you with curiosity and anticipation as you position yourself on the bed in front of him.

"What do you have planned?" He asks with an expectant grin.

"Oh, you'll see~" you coo as you drag a finger up the length of his tail, stopping just before the ridges near the tip.

He draws in a sharp breath and shudders. He realizes what he's in for now.

You start slow. Teasing. Using only your fingertips to skitter and drag up...and down...up...and down the thicker part of his tail.

You're rewarded with shudders, jolts, and small whimpers. His face is flushed. His dick already hard and twitching.

When he closes his eyes you surprise him by switching to using your tongue.

"Ah! Ok ok you-mmMH! Ah-please h-hh you're driving ah- driving me crazy. Ohhh-"

You grasp the thicker part of his tail firmly while you continue to work your mouth up and down the length. Licking, kissing, nibbling. Relishing the sweet moans coming from your demon. Watching his dick throb, begging to be touched. But not yet.

You had a suspicion the end of his tail might be more sensitive, so you've been saving it.

You plant kisses, trailing up...up...up towards the tip of his tail. His moans sound more desperate. You were right.

You run your tongue over the ridges.

"Wait, wait- nNGH! Oh gods not there ah-hh! Please they're so sensitive oohhhhh-hh fuck. MMmhh-ah-"

You toy with the ridges. Licking and nibbling each one. They're surprisingly soft. More like cartilage than the bony feeling you expected. You look up at him. His face and shoulders beautifully flushed. His expression desperate. His dick is leaking precum now. But you're not quite done with this beautiful sensitive tail.

You go for the tip. Wrapping your mouth around it. Running your tongue along the edge of it while your fingers keep exploring the ridges.

"Fu-uck! Oh-mmMm- fuck. Please it's aahhmMM! A-ah"

His hips are bucking now. He's desperate for you to touch his cock.

"It's too sensit-aoohh-hh. MMmmh-ah I can't ta-ake it aah-mmM"

You stop for a moment to let him catch his breath. And to admire your work. Who knew paying a little attention to his tail would turn him into a desperate, begging puddle~

His breathing is ragged. His cock still twitching even when you've stopped touching him. A little pool of precum on the sheets beneath him.

"Alright, you've been so good. I think you've earned release today"

The promise of release alone is enough to make him whimper. You crawl towards him, gently placing a hand on his hip. His skin is hot to the touch, and you can feel the heat radiating from his groin. You smile coyly at how worked up he is.

You open your mouth and get it just close enough to his leaking cock that the tip can rest on your tongue.

"Oh fuck. Please. Please let me feel more of you"

He whines as he rolls his hips towards you, begging for more.

You oblige. Drawing him into your mouth fully.

"Oh fu-huuuuck-"

You work up and down. Swirling your tongue around his leaking tip. Paying special attention to the small ridges on the underside of his shaft.

You're giving him exactly what he wants, but going just slow enough that he can't quite cum.

You plan to keep this pace and stay riiight here until you're satisfied with the beautiful moans and whimpers he's letting out, just for you.

His breath quickens. His hips push towards you. His thighs tremble as you balance him right on the edge of orgasm.

"P-please. Ah-mmm. I'm so-mmM! So close. Mm-nnh. Oh-ohh fuck. Oohh-MMmmh please let-ah-let me cum ooh-hh please."

Beautiful. How could you refuse such a request when he's been so good for you.

You grasp the base of his dick. You suck up, and down, quickening your pace. You want to reward your beautiful demon, and you have an idea.

With your mouth still working is cock, you reach behind you and grab that poor sensitive tail. You run your fingers around the tip, over the ridges, hitting all the sweet spots that made him beg earlier.

"AH! Oh FUCK- yes yes please ahmMM! Don't stop ooOh fuck-mmh Ohh oh oH OH MMHHH!-"

The added sensation sends him crashing over the edge. His whole body trembles as he cums hard, shooting hot liquid into your mouth over and over. You swallow it gladly, not wasting a drop of your hard earned prize.

You release his binds so he can lay back and recover comfortably. You smother him with kisses and praise as you cuddle up to him and wait for him to catch his breath.

He was such a good boy for you today. You can't wait to discover what other sensitive areas he may be hiding~

You can now find art inspired by this scene here

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[monster-disaster]

Hey! Saw that your requests are open and wanted to submit a request (more of a general idea, really):

A human reader who’s lover is a high-ranking demon/Archdevil/Prince of Hell. Because of his position in the infernal hierachy, he’s quite serious and doesn’t always grasp irony or figures of speech. Like the fact that humans say they hate someone doesn’t necessarily mean they wish ill fortune for that person. Or their "love" for something isn’t equivalent to love between partners.

Just a serious demon monarch confused by human rhethorics. Thanks!

I’d say you’re doing the Lord’s work but that might be an ufortunate choice of words on my part…. Anyway, keep being awesome! :)

Thank you for your request! :)

demon!Vinar x human!Reader Good to know: high school stereotypes

now The recognition strikes you with a gasp. "It was all you!" Your voice is accusing but not angry; you're too shocked to be angry. "Took you long enough, love," Vinar sounds proud. He even smiles as he opens the car door for you. "Vinar!" You gasp again, mentally retracing every mishap and misfortune of the night. It was all him the whole time! The curve of his lips slowly disappears as he frowns at you in confusion. "What?" The demon asks. "You hate them."

not long ago Vinar's arm tightens around your waist, pulling you closer to his body as you struggle to keep your jaw from hitting the floor. You both stand near the bar, each holding your own drinks. The fruity cocktail your boyfriend ordered for you a few minutes ago still lingers on your tongue. "What the hell is happening here?" You breathe out, shocked. Vinar smiles at your choice of words but remains silent. The demon tries to conceal the satisfied curl of his lips behind his drink. Little do you know, you've just answered your own question.

When you received an invitation to your high school reunion a few weeks ago, your immediate reaction was dismissal. The four years you spent with them were more than enough, and there wasn't a fiber in your body that wanted to experience it again.

But the thought didn't leave you alone.

High school was long years ago, and you left your awkward teenage years behind after graduation. Things changed for the better, and a not-so-small part of you wanted to show it to them. Curiosity also played a role. You made sure not to follow anybody on social media, but now that memories flooded back, you couldn't help but wonder how their lives turned out. Did they make their dreams come true?

So after thinking it through, you decided to accept the invitation. It's just a night anyway, you told yourself. Whatever happens, you can survive it.

You're still preoccupied with watching the ex-cheerleader limp to the restroom, completely oblivious to your boyfriend's suspicious satisfaction. Her ankle seems to bend at an awkward angle every few steps as she hurries away, hunched over. Maybe it's rude of you, but you can't find any sympathy for her misfortune in yourself. After all, the only reason she approached you upon your arrival was to shamelessly ogle Vinar. It took all of your self-restraint not to snap at her to stop drooling. So no, you don't feel bad about her heels.

"Do you think she will come back?" You ask your demon, still staring at the narrow corridor where she disappeared moments ago. Vinar scoffs. "If she wants to leave, she has to come out at some point." "The heels of her shoes just come off," you tell him. "Both!" The male's chest rumbles with a quiet chuckle as he looks down at you. "Are you laughing?" "No," you lie, deciding to drown your amusement in your cocktail before anyone notices it. After one of your ex-classmates leaned down and tore the bottom of his trousers, you are not sure people would appreciate your reaction. You glance at the man from the corners of your eyes. He stands at the wall with his friends, making sure he can hide his accident. "It's certainly not their night," Vinar hums under his nose.

He is definitely right, and the icing on the cake comes when the man who was the football star of the high school once upon a time reaches his alcohol limit and starts vomiting on himself, not sparing the others around him. "Oh my god!" You gasp, eyes wide. "Oh god!" Your boyfriend grimaces at the sight, slipping his large hand to the small of your back. "I think it's time for us to leave." "Yeah," you reply, putting down your glass. "We should." "Do you want to say goodbye?" You scan the room with disinterest. You barely talked to anyone more than a few words, and to be honest, you're fine with it. Some of them have changed, and some of them haven't. A lot of them have families now, with kids, while others are busy with their jobs or with anything that interests them. Now that you've met them, you don't even remember why you were curious about their lives. "No," you tell Vinar, letting his fingers curl around yours. "We can go."

You leave the building side by side. It's already dark outside, and the parking lot is filled with your ex-classmates' cars. The city is bustling around you with people and long rows of traffic, but your attention turns back to the building behind you when a muffled thud reaches your ears. "What was that?" The demon shrugs. His posture is easy and relaxed. "Who knows." You frown at him with a new-found suspicion. "It was a strange night," you comment. Vinar grins. "It was."

now Your eyes follow him as he rounds the car to take his place behind the steering wheel. His smoky, dark scent fills your nostrils, and for a moment, you forget everything. You calm down and let yourself rest in your seat. Every tension you carried the whole night fades from your muscles. A soft sigh leaves your lips before you start speaking again. "Vinar…" "What?" he asks again. "You told me you hate them!" The tall demon, the prince of hell, the love of your life, almost sounds like a kid who knows he's in trouble but still tries to get out of it. "I'm not angry," you tell him, putting your hand on his thigh with a reassuring squeeze. The black fabric of his slacks feels soft under your palm. "But do you remember when I said I love that orc who plays in my favorite rom-com?" A grimace pulls on Vinar's face. "Yes," he grunts. "What did I tell you when you threatened to kill him?" There is a slight amusement in your voice as you watch his profile. Your gaze wanders down on the slope of his nose and the hard line of his jawline. "That it doesn't mean you would leave me for him." "Exactly! I love his talent, not the male himself." You feel like you have to remind him again. The topic of you loving others besides him and your family is still a sensitive spot. "And when I ranted about how much I hate my job?" "You said it doesn't mean you want to lose your job." The demon licks his teeth in distaste. He doesn't like this conversation. "So, do you think I wanted to ruin their night and almost put them in danger just because of some bad memories?" He grunts in answer. "No." "That's right." "Are you really not angry?" He asks, glancing at you. You squeeze the hard cords of his thigh again. "No. But let's go before they find out it was you the whole time." There is a laugh in your tone that makes his rigid posture relax. "As if they could do anything about it," the prince smirks arrogantly.

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[bonkalore]

Just some soft g/t again that I was craving with Jayce and Lucy ffff <3

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