#Demon Reader

[sleeplessdreamer14]

[musicaljuice and demon! reader were separated for a long long time until Lydia found a way to get them back]

(Name): Stop being so stoic, Lawrence, go on. Shout, scream, say something!

Beetlejuice: (walks up to them, his hair purple with streaks of pink sprouting at the roots) … You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.

[sparklestormandsoda]

Prologue – When Gods Burn

New series alert!

it's based off this request which everyone seemed to love to I've decided to dive deeper into it

Blurb:

In 1385, she was worshipped and feared — a demon cloaked in human skin, leaving smoldering ruin in her wake. Civilizations fell at her feet. Mortals and monsters alike trembled when her name was whispered. And beside her stood Gwi-Ma, the Demon King, the only being she ever loved.

But love was never enough.

As her thirst for chaos spirals beyond control, even demons become prey. It becomes uncanny. Unnatural. Unforgivable. Gwi-Ma watches the woman he adores fracture — piece by bloodstained piece — until he’s forced to choose: save her soul or survive her wrath.

Their love was meant to outlast kingdoms. But gods who burn rarely burn alone.

Hanseong - 1385

Bones and scattered remanent crunched under her boots. Screams and the sound of fire flickering in the air could be heard from miles away. Another civilization crumpled under her feet. Another tick to her bedpost.

Reader stood in the middle of the chaos.

Her blade — curved, jagged, beautiful — dripped with blood that steamed in the cold air. The scent of charred wood and burning flesh filled her lungs. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t pause. The ash-stained wind caught strands of her hair, streaked with soot and crimson, and blew them gently across her cheek like a lover’s caress.

This city had begged. They always begged. Prayers to gods that would never come. Bargains. Sacrifices. Pleas for mercy from a woman who had long since forgotten how to spell the word.

A demon in human skin — that’s what they whispered. But she wasn’t hiding.

Golden irises glowed beneath the haze. The faint purple markings on her skin, once subtle, now shone bright and pulsing, as if the violence fed them. As if it fueled her.

Someone behind her coughed — a broken, wet sound. A soldier, crawling toward his fallen sword. She turned, tilted her head slightly, and drove her heel down into his back. The crack of his spine echoed like thunder.

“You’ll get points for effort,” she muttered, stepping over him.

Reader had no army. No need for one. She was the army. The omen. The punishment. Villages emptied themselves at the rumor of her name. Kings pissed themselves in their thrones when they saw her shadow stretch across their palace doors.

A gust of wind pushed past the ruins.

And with it came him.

“Done already?” came a smooth voice — arrogant, amused, and warm like something dangerous simmering just beneath the surface.

Gwi-Ma stepped over a broken pillar, long coat trailing behind him like the tail of a beast. His boots made no sound. No debris dared crunch beneath him.

In this form, he looked human — if a human could look carved out of night. Tall and sharp-eyed, his hair long and tied loosely behind him, streaked with hints of violet and silver that caught the light. His irises flickered like candlelight — golden, ancient, unfathomably deep.

He looked at her like she was a painting only he had permission to touch.

“I was expecting more of a show,” he said with a lopsided grin, letting his gaze trail from the burnt rooftops to the bloodied edge of her blade. “Or were you saving the finale for me?”

Reader didn’t answer. She just tilted her head and watched him approach, eyes narrowed, breath slowing as her heartbeat did the opposite.

He always made things feel… alive.

Even after the killing.

Even after the empire she’d just swallowed whole.

“You promised me a city,” she finally said, voice calm but edged like a blade dulled from overuse. “This was a village.”

He smirked. “It had a wall. That counts.”

“I tore it down in five minutes.”

“A new record,” he purred. He was in front of her now, gaze devouring. “Should I be proud? Or jealous?”

Her jaw tightened.

But he just leaned in, fingers brushing a blood smear from her cheekbone, intimate and unbothered by the carnage around them.

“You’re glowing,” he whispered, eyes gleaming. “You only glow after a massacre.”

“Do you like that?” she asked, voice dropping low.

“I worship it.”

And he meant it. When Gwi-Ma looked at her, it wasn’t with fear or awe — it was hunger. Deep, aching, reverent. Where others saw destruction, he saw divinity.

She was the weapon that gods feared. And he loved her for it.

Their kiss was rough.

It always was after blood.

She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in, and he met her with a sound in his throat — something like a laugh, something like a groan. His hands gripped her waist, possessive, tugging her flush to him despite the grime, the smoke, the dripping blade still in her hand.

For a moment, the world quieted.

Just fire.

Just them.

Just the taste of power and ash between parted lips.

She broke the kiss first. “I want the capital next.”

He licked the blood from his bottom lip — hers or someone else’s, he didn’t care. “Then we take it.”

“Just like that?” she asked, testing him, voice laced with challenge.

His grin widened, cruel and honeyed. “You point. I burn.”

Reader’s heart thumped once, heavy and low. The kind of sound that could echo for centuries.

They were unstoppable.

And they knew it.

But as Gwi-Ma stepped past her, heading into the last remnants of the burning city to collect whatever demon loyalists had survived, she watched him — eyes narrowing just slightly.

She loved him. Madly, violently, with a devotion that burned brighter than any flame she summoned.

But she didn’t trust forever. Not when her hands were already stained with the blood of her own kin. Not when the hunger whispered louder each night.

And certainly not with what he was becoming — softer, slower, too in love with the idea of peace.

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LMK what yall think and if youd want more parts or if im just entertaining myself atp.

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(Reader is a demon that was never human)

Millennium ago, when the underworld was trying to establish order there were two demons. One born of fire that glowed in shades of red, pinks, and purple while the other was one born of ice in glowing shades of white and blues. They hated each other, fighting for control over the underworld and all the demons in it. The fire demon didn't want to lose and neither did his enemy.

"I'll destroy you sentient campfire!" The ice demon yelled from their perch on a pillar of stone.

"Then come down here and fight me you flavorless bingsu!" The fire demon yelled as he stands at the base of the stone pillar.

This would go on for centuries, until the fire demon was confiding in one of his friends, a male gumiho, about how he thought he might be allergic to the ice demon. His friend asked him to explain and the fire demon started ranting.

"Every time they are around me my face feels hotter than it should, my non existent heart moves faster, and my stomach feels odd!" The fire demon yells.

The gumiho smirks, because his friend wasn't allergic to the ice demon, he had feelings fir them but of course he'd never admit it.

"Gwi Ma, maybe you are not allergic. Maybe you like them, " The gumiho suggests.

Gwi Ma yells about how that isn't possible, all while his face was turning new shades of red.

Meanwhile, the ice demon was having a similar conversation with their friend, a cheonyeogwisin, who suggested something similar and the ice demon reacted in denial. The gumiho and cheonyeogwisin could see the sparks between Gwi Ma and the ice demon but knew that getting either of them to admit it wouldn't be easy. So, the two made a plan.

They arranged to lure their respective friend to the clearing among a grove of camellia trees, then force them to talk to either. So, they put their plan into motion, having their friend chase them into the clearing before disappearing into the trees to watch.

"What are you doing here?!" The ice demon yelled.

"I was going to ask you the same thing," Gwi Ma says.

There's a tense silence as you both glare at each other, though Gwi Ma couldn't help but notice the ice demon's beautiful features. He then realizes he never knew the ice demon's name, so he takes a deep breath and looks at them.

"What is your name?" Gwi Ma asks.

"Excuse me?" The ice demon says, a little confused because they were expecting insults and yelling.

"I asked, what. Is. Your. Name?" Gwi repeats, purposely slower this time.

"Reader, my name is Reader," you say.

He nods and silence falls over both once more, though it's not as hostile. The ice demon asked his name this time and the conversation seemed to flow naturally between the two, all while their friends watched and smiled.

After that day, the fighting finally stopped and the two kept meeting in that grove clearing, their love blossoming into something glorious. The wedding was a spectacle of beauty and grace that every demon was invited to witness.

Now, even as his power dwindle due to the Hunters and Honmoon, Gwi Ma's heart never grows cold as his love stays by his side, making him happy as he does the same.

[the-faceless-bride]

More Ideas for KNY (demon slayer) different characters ♡ (SOME NSFW CONTENT FOR SANEMI AND MUZAN AND MENTIONS OF GORE IN SANEMI AND LIGHT NSFW IN GYOMEI)

<- Part 1

Imagine being dangerously in love.

Imagine being a demon, obsessed with the brash, and blood thirst Wind Hashira. the first time ever being in battle with him is what leads you down a path of want and lust for the cruel hashira.

Imagine going out of your way to always be where he is, always catching his attention and being attacked by him. He believes you're mocking him, following him just to show off that he hasn't been able to kill you. But that isn't true at all. When you fight, you never actively try and gut him, only blocking your neck and leaving the rest of your limbs exposed to be lashed in this masochism tango.

Imagine struggling to hide your enjoyment and ecstacy each time his sword ripped, teard, and scar your body. He had to have known how me made you feel. He must. The darkness of your cheeks must've been a giveaway. Right? His eyes bewitching you in how intense he glares into your soul. It sets a fire under your cold skin, a burning desire.

Imagine one time when you and Sanemi are fighting. Other slayers show up. But they don't instantly jump into the fight. 1. from looking at the fight, you hadn't landed a single strike and seemed to be a greater deal slower than the hashira, and 2. Tanjiro made an odd comment. "Huh, it's like she's avoiding striking him on purpose."

Imagine how Shinobu decided the fight was long enough and tried to sneak in and end the fight. Only for a switch to set off and catch her off guard and spin at the speed of light, leaving a large gash across her body from her left founder to her hip. And Sanemi instantly tried to help her. Only to be stopped by your own weapon pressed so close to his neck that even swallowing made his Adamsapple scrape against a sharp blade. "Don't you dare. Your attention is meant for me. Are you seriously letting her attempt to get between us work?" And that made Sanemi pause... "us? Wha-" -- "don't play dumb darling. We're soulmates, Sanemi~" you whisper to him. "What the fuck."

Imagine how now you make him feel so conflicted, how he hates you for what you are but loves you for how you make him feel... in his home in his spare time as the sun rises, his windows covered and locked tight as he has you on your knees, leaning forward and his chest pressed to your back. Your head locked between his bicep as his other hand held his sword under you. It nicks you each time he thrusts. If he pushed you forward anymore, his blade would surely cut your chest and stomach open. "I HATE YOU, YOU FILTHY DEMON. I DONT WANT YOU. CURSE YOU FOR DEMONIC TEMPTATION." You softy cry at the harsh words from your love, "I don't care if you don't want me... I'm yours right now..."

Sanemi Shinazugawa × Demon reader Trope: Yandere Lovesick/I hate you so much I love you.

Imagine being with Muzan his entire life... your family were servants to his family. And from a young age, you were assigned to be Muzans personal maid or companion as you were too young to really do any work than cleaning up his room. But since you can remember, you've always been with Muzan.

Imagine being the one he confides with most. His fears, his wishes, and despite his coldness. His shouldering eyes seemed to be less scorching when it came to you. His one and only friend. Even if you didn't have much of a choice in the companionship. It was you who sat in on his doctor's visits about his deteriorating health. When he got the news of how it would be a miracle for him to even make it to his mid 20s...

Imagine how one night after a particularly scary coughing fit, he simply places his head to your mid section as you blush his hair and pull it back into a braid. He softy thanks you as he tilts his head to look up at you, "Of course, I'm always happy to take care of you." But that isn't want he wants. He wanted to take care of you. Not you to him. And without thinking, he pulls you down to him.

Imagine His heat is pounding in his chest. You lay across him as his long and slim fingers tease you between your legs. You try and stay quiet, your face twisted with pleasure and guilt. You felt like you were taking advantage of the sick man who would never find love or feel the love of another in such a romantic and intimate way. You thought maybe that this was him just grasping for a moment where he didn't feel so useless being bedridden. But it was so much more. If this was the last thing he did, pleasing the only one who he cared for most. The one he wished he could've married... he would be happy to die. This surely isn't good for his heart, but he couldn't care less. You hovering yourself above him. As he tried weakly to pull you in to rest your whole weight. This was how he wanted to spend his last days, weeks, and months. However long he had left. He wanted it to be with you.

Imagine as days go by, and he feels more and more guilty. He starts to feel as though you let him do these things because you feel obligated as his personal maid to do so. Nights in the dark ask he fingers you, giving and receiving oral pleasure. But you still won't give him everything. You refuse to fully lay with him. Sometimes, he feels like it's because you don't really love him. Not like he does you. Or maybe you find him... pathetic... he can't actually make love to you. You'd be doing all the work. He doesn't want that, and it seems you don't either... eventually, his thoughts become too much, and he decides to let you go...

Imagine you were relieved of all your maid duties, not just to Muzan but to the family as a whole. You were heartbroken. And the heartbreak only worsened at the news of Muzan and his families and your families deaths. You'd cried more times than you'd ever had before in your life. And you were so very confused when you'd found a Man who looked exactly like Muzan sitting in your bed a few nights later. "Hello dear. I'm home." He invented to truly give you what you wanted, and he was eager to give it too you.

Muzan Kibutsuji × reader Trope: Unrequited/reunited love/soulmates

Imagine being Master Kagaya's faithful slayer, you'd always admired him. You and your Master had created a strong bond. Stronger than others. Moments like this reminded you that you were special. You sat on your knees as you just like you had the first time. Your head pressed to his chest and he dragged his fingers over your head.

Imagine trying not to tear up as you remember the first time you'd kneeled for him. You'd been reckless and impatient leading to a fellow slayer getting extremely hurt. You kneeled before him as you sat in the room alone waiting for him to speak. Doing your best to not make any noise as you silently cry. You'd failed him. Your beloved Master. But he didn't yell. He didn't make you feel like you were a problem. He merely hummed before knealing with you, one hand on atop your head and the other cupping your cheek feeling the wet stream of tears and wiped it away. "It's alright. You didn't mean for this to happen. I know you didn't. I know you're a good girl." And your breath hitched. He noticed. And from then on he gave you positive affrimations which encouraged you to do better. For him.

Imagine how as you sat there listening to his words letting yourself flow away and melt into your master. He thought it was innocent. He was simply your master helping you, if it wasn't him maybe you'd find these soft words from Gyomei or maybe even Kyojuro... but he was wrong. So wrong. It was him. Only him. You'd put yourself on the line so much more than you should've. All to hear those soft praises. His wife must not like you... you do take up more and more of his time as days go on...

Imagine how he softly calls to you. Late that night, he'd heard your footsteps. He sat with you talking. About anything that day. Soft and short conversations. Quiet but not uncomfortable. "You're my favorite you know." He sighed, before he let out a small chuckle "don't tell the others." You know he was teasing. But your heart told you other wise.

Imagine being hurt. In battle you were hurt. But even in your pain you still made your way to your master... your beautiful Kagaya... the married man, the family man, that you had fallen in love with. "My dear, you still come and see me while you're in such pain?" He seemed shocked. But you aren't sure why, you'd walk on hot coles and crawled on your hands and belly to kneel for him. You'd do anything for your master. And you could only hope as his favorite... you wouldn't let him down. Finally you lifted your head from his chest, pulling his hands from your hands, leaving a kiss to his knuckles. One day. One day you'll have him.

Kagaya Ubuyashiki × Slayer reader Trope: unrequited love/lovesick/slow burn

Special Part two of Forbidden love with Gyomei × demon

Imagine how the rest of the slayers flock around Gyomei, asking him so many questions. And he couldn't even answer them all. Too consumed by his disbelief that the person he'd fallen in love with so deeply, had turned out to be a demon.

Imagine how he layed in bed lonely and... missing you. He began to long of your cold touch, your voice, your laugh that was so contagious to him. He missed you. He'd fallen for you. Demon or not. He laid in his bed trying and failing to get even a wink of sleep. But just as he had almost fallen asleep he was awoken by a sound. 'Tap tap' was the sound, 'tap tap' on his window. "Gyomei... my love..."

Imagine how he practically leaped from his bed. Demon or not you had carved yourself a spot in his heart. Slamming open the window and pulling you inside, his hands instantly feeling over your cheeks, your nose, your neck. Kissing the knuckles of your cold hands.

Imagine being the one that made Gyomei for a moment stay from his faiths. Gyomei devoted his life to his beliefs, that includes waiting. Waited all his life for the one. Saving himself and waiting. But you both were in a unique circumstances... so from that point on Gyomei promised himself to you. You would stay with him in his home and he would always come back to you. That night he would kiss you, love you, lay you under him while he whispered for you to be his.

[npookie0]

Rap Your Way To His Soul

In a world where hunters fight demons every day and try to keep the Honmoon strong with their songs, you are a demon different than any other - instead of stealing souls and working for Gwi Ma, you are a niche soloist rapper who found another way to not die from starvation and block his voice. One day, the world shifts and a new boys band appears our of thin air, a demon boy band. You tried to keep away from the conflict between Huntrix and the Saja Boys, until one day you've been paired with the boys band's rapper who discovered your secret. "But Gwi Ma never mentioned another demon being on surface…?" "Yeah? Well he never said that he'd build a boys band either."

Words: [ 2954 ]

Tropes: forced proximity, you help him discover something about himself

cws: scenes of fighting, spoilers for Kpop Demon Hunters

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So I'll give you a heads up for my idea about Baby's personality before you read it! To me Baby is a unbothered king basically, he doesn't really care (his face when they're at the signing with Huntrix) but he can also be a cunning bastard when he needs to be (Your Idol rap moment the faces he makes there, the way he's smirking at Huntrix when Saja Boys takes their leave) but since his band archetype is being the baby of the group (his name is literally Baby) so I will assume that he's the Maknae and is the youngest so he will also be childish in a way, please accept my interpretation of that guy

You were a niche rapper in the Korean music industry, sometimes you were invited to some variety shows, either doing some rap challenges, do things that were supposed to bring entertained to the viewer like trying to sing a popular song that didn't include any rap, or, rarely, had an opportunity to talk about yourself.

You enjoyed these moments, interacting with your fans, performing for them, even if there weren't that many people you were still excited to give them a chance to see you again and grow a bigger audience.

Even a demon like yourself was weak to the charm of happy fans.

Though, you would hardly call yourself a demon. Besides the patterns and abilities you used for special effects you weren't that demonic. Not after you found yourself on the surface at least.

At first, you were like any other demon, trying to devour human souls, you heard Gwi Ma, you felt shame and misery. Yet, after finding your love for music everything changed, you started your small rapper career, gained fans and most importantly of all, got your soul back. Thanks to regaining your soul you were able to stop feeding off the energy stealing souls gave you, instead you got energy from your fans singing your songs with you.

You knew about Huntrix and their identity as demon hunters so you avoided them at all costs, you didn't want to fight them and lose the life you built for yourself. Every time you were invited to an event for idols, no matter how tempted you were to go, if you knew that Huntrix would be there too you would make up an excuse to not go and politely refused the introductions.

Other than Huntrix, you didn't follow any news from the high ranked pop groups, so you were unaware of the Saja Boys blow up and their rivalry with the three hunters, to you they were a boys band that you didn't really care about.

So meeting one of them on a variety show was a surprise to say the least. Especially after you saw what he was.

But, let's start from the beginning.

You got a call from Play Games With Us, they invited you to take part in a new game they came up with "Rapper Wars", since you are a soloist rapper yourself you accepted their invitation.

"Hi Y/n! It's good to see you after so long!" The host greeted you when you entered the stage. Your fans screamed and clapped when they saw you, chanting your name.

"Hi everybody! It's good to see y'all after so long!" You replied, waving at your fans.

The TV crew fixed up your and a few others rappers' make up, while that was happening you looked around the stage. You knew all the rappers present there, with some you even made songs together.

You know all of them, except one. A guy with teal hair, wearing a pink baggy sweater, yellow beanie, skinny jeans and sneakers. He had a lollipop in his mouth, he had a thoughtless expression, like he didn't really care about being there. But where the lights turned on he suddenly became all sweet, sending hearts to the camera and smiling.

Sure, a lot of idols have two personas, that wasn't a shocker, but at least they pretended to be nice and sweet if the cameras were off too.

"Hello, hello! We hope you're excited because today we have prepared a special game for everyone!" Said one of the hosts.

The other host chimed in with a big beaming smile. "The game is "Rapper Wars!" But our favourite handsome host, what is the game about? You all are probably asking yourself and don't worry, we will explain it now!"

"Yes, yes, yes. Explanation time! So, as you guys can see we have all our favourite rappers; Chaeyoung from Twice..." The host introduced each guests, while camera pointed at them to smile and wave. "And finally we have our newest rap stage star, Baby Saja from Saja Boys and our beloved soloist Y/n!"

Baby? That's an.... interesting name....

"So, in our game these talented artists will make teams of two and will have to perform together, the duo who wins with all other contestants will perform a song they have to write together in the next episode of Play Games With Us!"

After some more explanation everyone started to pair up and soon you and the guy from Saja Boys were the only people left. You made your way over to him and outstretched your hand to him.

"Guess that we'll work together now." You said with a gentle smile. You had no reason to not like him so you could be friendly.

He looked at your hand and then at your face, he squeezed your hand. "Yeah." Was his only response. Well that was definitely a start.

You two were asked to sit down in one of the "rap thinking zone" areas that the hosts prepared for all of you.

When you two sat down you took a closer look at Baby and noticed a weird shift on his skin, you focused on his neck and then you saw them; the patterns.

The same patters you had. That guy's weird behaviour and name made sense now, he's a demon. But why would a demon be in a boys band? Were the rest of them demons too? Was it Gwi Ma's idea? What if they discover you too?

You were so lost in thought that you didn't realise that Baby was calling you until he started poking you with a pen. "Hey. Hey, hey! We have to win this, so work." He pointed at the papers in front of you.

"What? Oh. Yeah, right. Sorry." You coughed and picked up the papers filled with song lyrics.

You were glad that the demonic rapper wasn't really paying attention to you so he wouldn't notice the patterns you had to bear on your own skin. Maybe having your soul helped you seeming more human to the demon.

The two of you worked, silently rapping the lines you assigned to each other. You had to admit that for a demon he was pretty good, even better than most people you worked with before.

"Do you want to perform with a choreography or just focus on rapping?" You asked.

"I don't really care." He had a similar reply to most questions you asked. You started to notice that he was lacking in dealing with interactions. Sure, maybe he was a good rapper and had some acting skills, he barely spoke and couldn't keep up the sweet act all the time. It was almost funny to look at.

"Now Baby and Y/n will be fighting Syngwon and Joel! Let's see who wins!" The host annouced and all lights turned at you, Baby and your opponents.

You shared glances with Baby, who was still unaware of your secret, and the performance began.

You felt energy fill you when the show's fans joined in, chanting and singing. You didn't pay attention to anything other than the feeling of freedom and love that filled you. You performed perfectly, interacting with the fans and encouraging them to join in.

You won. This round and then five more. You won the event.

You were filled with excitement to the brim, a mix of your own feelings and the emotions you absorbed from the fans. It felt great, you didn't even care about the weird looks Baby gave you when you stood together on the stage and said goodbye to the viewers.

"Didn't know that demons walked so freely amongst humans." You stopped in your tracks when you heard an ominous and monotone voice coming from behind you.

You were on your way back home, groceries in your hand. You slowly turned around and there he was, Baby in his full glory. Instead of cute clothes he was wearing black robes and a gat, his hair was darker, his skin was greyshly-blue with darker patterns all over it and his eyes, piercing deep into your own, were yellow. He looked similar to how you looked in your demon form.

"You didn't have to sneak up to me, y'know?" You groaned. "So, you found me out, huh?"

He smirked, circling a lollipop in his hand. "Wasn't at all hard, I saw the souls that shared their energy with you, I saw your patterns." He pushed himself of the wall and teleported right in front of you. "it's really interesting."

"What is?" You looked at him, unimpressed with his confidence.

"Y'know," he took your hand in his and your patterns showed, "the fact that a demon has a music career and doesn't eat souls." He raised an eyebrow. "Why's that Gwi Ma didn't receive any soul."

"I don't work for the tragic king of demons." You shrugged and started walking, if he wanted to talk to you he could follow you.

"Wait, what?" He asked confused, going after you.

"That. I don't do anything for Gwi Ma, I don't send him souls, I don't hear him. He doesn't know that I'm here."

He chuckled, amused by your words. "Don't joke around, we all hear Gwi Ma, it's impossible not to hear him!"

You turned to him and sighed. "Yeah? Guess I'm a human then."

Your pace fastened suddenly and teleported away from him, creating a longer distance with you.

Baby caught up to you and grabbed you by your wrist. "How did you... how did you get your soul back?" He suddenly sounded serious, there was a tinge of hope in his eyes.

You looked at his hand holding your wrist and pulled it away from his embrace. "I can tell you about it later. We have to work on a song together anyway, so why not figure each other out while we do that. hm?"

"Hah, you could rival Mystery with your secrecy. Sure, sure, demon soloist, I'll see you." He saluted you before teleporting away.

You shook your head and made your way back to your apartament. Looks like you've got yourself a very interesting artist to work with.

"So, what's the deal with you and the cute appearance?" You asked once you and Baby were in your recording studio. It was secluded so no one would hear your demon related discussion and you knew it well enough to be safe if he tried anything.

Baby looked at you from over the lyrics you were writing. "Jinu came up with the whole boys band idea, we're supposed to steal the hunters' fans and destroy the Honmoon." He shrugged.

"Destroy Honmood to feed the dying king?"

"Something like that, yeah. I don't really care, I just want to get a reward for suffering like this."

You chuckled. "Really, what a terrible fate you must be living. Wearing cute clothes and beign adored by all. What a nightmare."

Baby looked offended with your reply, just scoffed and suddenly was very eager to work on the lyrics.

"I'm so glad that this whole suffering is done for me, no more Gwi Ma, no more killing humans."

"About that, how do you not starve?"

"Hm? Oh, that." You leaned back in your chair. "Basically it's about people willingly sharing their love with me, if they share it, it flows into me like river water into the sea and that's my main source of energy."

"So that's why you went for music huh?"

"Kind of."

"Kind of?" He titled his head, confused.

"Yeah, kind of. I love singing, always did, even with my broken demon voice. I love the adoration I receive and the fans. This is why I'm still stuck in Korea even if I know that Huntrix could find me at any moment." You looked at him. "You don't feel it?"

"Feel what?"

"The happiness coming from love. Your fans love you, adore you."

Baby looked at you after hearing your words. He took some time to answer. "They're humans. I eat their souls and that's what matters."

"You don't believe that."

"I do!" He shouted. "I know what I believe, and humans are nothing but food to me. I sing to steal their souls."

"Whatever makes you happier, Baby Saja." You looked at the papers in front of you. "What if... I take you out tomorrow?"

"Huh? What?"

You ignored his question. "Do you like amusement parks?"

"..." He looked away. "I never was to an amusement park."

You perked up after hearing his answer. You took him by his hand and he jumped up in his chair. "Well, you'll be in one tomorrow! Cancel all your evil-world-domination plans, cause we'll be having lots of fun." You smiled beamingly and you could swear that you had a tinge of smile on Baby's face.

The following way was truly magical. You took Baby to your favourite amusement park and the fun started when you barely stepped through the main gates. Fans surrounded the two of you, asking for pictures, autographs, declaring their love and so on. You glanced at Baby between every fan interaction and you could tell that even if he felt a slight discomfort, overall he had fun. He eagerly signed every picture and even laughed when his fans recreated his famous "goo goo ga ga" from his first appearance in the variety show.

After the first big wave of fans you took him to a roller coaster and many other attractions. For you, they were somethings you already did so you had more occasions to pay attention to the growing kpop star next to you. And saying that he had was an understatement. Shooting targets, bumper cars, even the Ferris wheel.

You saw the light in his eyes, the excitement and pure emotions. He didn't look like a gloomy, tired of everything demon like the first time you met him. He was actually interested in the attraction he took part in.

You took a break on a bench before your last surprise stop. A corndog in your hand while Baby had a giant pink cotton candy. He swayed his legs back and forth as he pulled away pieces of the sweet snack and ate them.

"Enjoying yourself?" You asked, reaching your hand to wipe a piece of cotton candy from the man's cheek. He nodded energetically, his eyes glowing. "Didn't know you had such a sweet tooth." You chuckled.

You waited until the two of you were done eating and pulled him off the bench. "C'mon! There's one more place I want to show you." You rushed him and forced him to follow behind you as you led him through the crowded amusement park.

You reached it, the aquarium. You were wondering if taking him there was really that good of an idea since he seemed to like the adrenaline quickening attractions more, but your worries were washed away when you saw him glued to the glass and gently poking it with his finger while a fish tried to catch his finger. He looked like a kid who saw real fishes for the first time.

You were forced to hold his hand while you walked through the building or he'd get lost while he looks at sharks or something. You didn't really talk, Baby was busy watching and chasing fish - not really caring if he forced you to chase them with him. And you were watching him, seeing the slight shifts in his aura. He felt less hostile and negative than he did before, maybe it wasn't a big chance, but you saw potential in him.

You saw a chance for your new companion to find freedom.

"Hey, Y/n?" He asked suddenly when the two of you stood in the middle of the biggest room in the whole aquarium.

"Hm?" You hummed in response, looking at a hoard of jellyfishes swimming by.

"How does it feel... to not hear him?"

You turned around, looking at the man who's expression was now stiff and serious.

"Ah, Gwi Ma." You turned back to the jellyfishes and pointed at them. "I feel like them. Unbothered, just swimming by everything. They know that they won't be safe forever, but they live by present not future." You smiled and looked back at him. "That's how it's for me. I know that I'm stil a demon and the hunters may not be forgiving even if I wish they would, but it doesn't matter to me. I have the things I love and the people who love me, that's what I live by now and I know that there's no demon king who can take that away."

Baby didn't answer, he looked at his hand holding yours and...

There was a glow, it was slight, weak, barely there.

The blue glow of his soul.

It was warm, gentle, but still had some sharp corners.

It seemed like he didn't notice that, but maybe it was for the better. You wanted to see the progress yourself, for him to not feel terrified or pushed to do more or less, to maintain or reject that soul that came back to him.

"We should get back, we have a song to make." You squeezed his hand.

He pouted. "But it's so fun here."

"We can return after our performance, you big kid."

"Pfft, okay." He scoffed.

"I've got an idea for the title." You said when you left the amusement park.

"Really?"

"Yeah, we'll call it; Freedom."

Maybe it wasn't a very original idea, but in your mind it created a perfect image of what Baby could get if he and hid friends tried hard enough to accept their mistakes instead of living in endless misery because of them.

Okay my first ever Baby x reader fic done! Writing it was hard but I hope that you guys like it! The next ones will be better I swear <3 I just need to get a better hang on writing these handsome demon boys

See you my dear Kpop Demon Hunters fans

Nate <3

[beethatwee]

A scene for TOSOT because I thought it was kinda funny and a little added sketch for a very possible future scene (very far in the future scene)

Gonna turn around and immediately work on chapter 3

[heartfullofleeches]

Tall Yan: Ugh.... Why does everyone make such a big deal out of my height... I'm not that tall. At least I don't have to look for sacrifices.... Whatever

"Please don't do this... ple-"

[Yan slits their date's throat - a shadowy figure almost three times their size rising from the growing pool of red]

Demon Darling: Awww, are you the little human who summoned me? I swear you guys get smaller, and cuter everytime. Come closer, sweetie. Lemme get a good look at you~

[Demon Darling hugs Yan - the human being the perfect level to be smothered by the demon's large chest]

-

[Demon Darling walks alongside their human, their wider steps creating a decent distance between them. The demon freezes]

Demon Darling: Geez hun, you're so slow. You're my master for now anyway so it's only fair if I carry you.

[Demon Darling pulls their human close to them by using their tail, lifting and carrying the human in one arm with ease]

Yan, who has never been picked up by anyone since their growth spurt: I...I think I may be starting to realize why people were so obsessed with my height.

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Tall Yan: Fuck, my neck is killing me.....

"Well, what have you been up to lately?"

Yan, recalling Demon Darling's fat tits resting on their head whenever they sit in the demon's lap:

Yan: How about you mind your own business.

[gatorbites-imagines]

please pretty please good sir, please right an imagines of Kurt Wagner with a demon, like full on demon from like the Bible s/o, like straight up like a prince of hell kind of demon.

p.s. I love your fics sm 💐🌅

Kurt Wagner x Demon male reader

Headcanons

Did you guys know that in olden time, people thought owls and toads were linked to the devil? Was this an excuse to give the reader animal characteristics? Yes, yes it was. Fruits like strawberries and cherries were also used to symbolize different more bodily involved sins. I took a bit of inspo to how the demons look in Dictionnaire Infernal, since they’re cool and goofy.

I may still be tired and wrung out from all my classes, but the will to write lives on. How’s everyone’s week been?

No one had known you were a demon in the beginning. Everyone just kind of assumed you were another mutant. They already had one member of the x-men who had wings, so it wasn’t the wildest thought that you were like warren.

Your wings were a bit more like an eagle owl, and sure, sometimes your eyes would morph into something like a toad or even a goat, but they had seen much weirder.

You not stepping inside churches or other holy areas was mainly seen as a personal preference, since you were so casual about it. you technically could step inside the buildings, but it was too much work to be worth it for you.

Instead you’d hang out outside with the others who didn’t feel a need to step inside. And yeah, you may have carved a sigil or two into the building behind your back, so you could teleport there in the future to cause some trouble if you got bored.

Demons had no specific form, at least your father didn’t and so you didn’t. you simply morphed into the one that felt most comfortable, making most believe you had a shapeshifting mutation.

There were multiple kings of hell, but your father had always been the most powerful and most influential, so you were expected to follow in his footsteps, which was why you had kind of ran away to earth.

It was just so boring, sitting there and doing all that kingly work so your father could retire with the other ancient kings, since demons don’t die, they can simply only be ignored and rebutted.

You had never meant to help the x-men or join them, but they’d been there at the right place at the wrong time, and just happened to catch some human trying to assault you for being a “mutant”

It was only the x-men stepping in that kept you from trapping the guy in eternal damnation, but you decided why not just play along for now, see where it takes you. And before you knew it, you were an x-men, helping to “fight for the good of mutant kind” or whatever.

It wasn’t hard to make you seem like a mutant, for you to even show up when Charles was looking for mutants with his powers.

It was all good and dandy, until that furry blue bastard wormed his way into the six pitch black organs you called your hearts. Well, sometimes it was six, sometimes twenty, sometimes zero, it really depended on the day.

But it was six the day you realized Kurt had gotten into your good graces. More than that honestly, as he made you feel… flustered. How he succeeded in making a demon like yourself flustered was still a mystery to you.

You had been drawn to him in the beginning because of his whole “blue demon” thing, only for it to turn out that Kurt was religious, and would sometimes wear a cross. He even prayed at times, the action always making your skin itch.

Kurt was honestly the only one to start putting things together since he knew some about demonology, hell, your name was just a shortened version of your infernal title. Weaker demons showing up and groveling at your feet and referring to you as their prince probably didn’t help.

Luckily it had just been Kurt around at the time, but the blue imp clocked you quicker than you thought they would.

Surprisingly, Kurt didn’t hate you or fear you. To him, you were an x-men and helped save people, so you weren’t fully bad. He even went out of his way to pray somewhere else so your hands wouldn’t burn and for your wings to start burning at the edges.

Somewhere along the way, what you had morphed into more than just a friendship. You had an inkling that your father would have your hide when he realized you had bedded a mortal, and one so clearly meant for heaven when the day came.

But eternity was so long, so who could blame you for wanting to spend it with someone as kind as Kurt. Even if you knew somewhere deep inside, that you would mourn Kurt for most of that eternity when the time came.

Kurt talked you into telling the x-men your true origin. They were hurt in the beginning, and you politely stepped out of the team since you technically weren’t a mutant, and you wanted to respect that.

That didn’t stop you from hanging out at the mansion, or on Krakoa when that came around. How you got on the island? You would never tell, mainly because it drove Scott crazy that he could never figure it out.

After coming out of the hellfire closet, you felt less need to control your form to the same degree. To most you were still just a mutant, since the body you wore the most had been a mutant, so… it counted in a loophole kinda way.

Everyone got good at clocking who you were, even on days when you altered your shape completely. Kurt was obviously the best. Even on days where you had a lion head and the tail of a snake, or when you had three heads and a burning crown.

It was a little awkward when Kurt became a priest and built his own religion like thing, mainly because you just couldn’t get yourself to touch him when he wore the uniform.

It was the aura for the most part. None of the others got it, or saw it like you did, but they weren’t demons, so it made sense. But Kurt always carried an aura, and it was manageable enough on regular days. But after sermons it just got strong enough to make your tongue buzz and your feathers puff up.

Kurt got good at wiping himself off in a metaphorical way, so you guys could kiss and cuddle even on days he did sermons. And you as a demon were way too strong to truly to hurt by it, it just got a bit annoying sometimes.

All in all, you two were happy. Even if you had to chase away demons that wanted to take over earth every now and then. Your father had never given you your own domain, so you just kinda slapped your name on earth and told every other demon to square up for it.

Some did come out of the woodwork to fight, mainly just because they could. No one really wanted earth. Too much trouble, too much holy interference, and all those magicians? No way. It was just older demons wanting a good fight for the most part.

Kurt also came to really like your less human look. Maybe he was projecting, but there was something nice about having a partner that didn’t look too “human”, if he could say that without being offensive.

There were days where you looked like the average human man. But other days you were more beast than man, or even the days where you didn’t even want a blood-filled body, so you were made out of sand or water, or anything along those lines.

He did have a preference for forms where you had a tail, because it was comforting to coil your tails together. Or if the form you took had claws, since it felt so good to have your hands rubbing up and down his back and scratch through his fuzz.

There were times when Kurt forgot to take off his cross, or hide it under his shirt, so you did get small burns, even if they went away in a few seconds. You didn’t care much, but seeing Kurt apologize was always very cute.

Having a powerful demon like you on the side of the x-men also helped out a lot during fights. You stayed out of it for the most part, to “keep balance of the mortal plane” or whatever your father said.

There were times when Kurt was in mortal danger where you stepped in though, but you always contained the worst of your powers.

And staying back also meant you could focus your powers on healing those that needed it. Kurt got the most of it, of course, as you would cuddle and kiss him, your kisses transferring the healing energy instead.

It was nice. And yes, you knew one day you’d be alone again, stuck on earth after claiming it as your territory. But the present was so good, so warm and loving, that the cold empty future didn’t matter.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

OOO LOVE THE DAHLIA CONCEPT!! now may I propose the roles be switched? demon reader lusting after the deacon of the church? how would the deacon react when the reader possibly has more than one present in his sack… (please catch my drift i’m embarrassing myself)😛😛

first time interacting btw! hope you’re doing well x

Ooohh, fun 👀

Hehe, welcome to the inbox, anon! Thanks for the fun idea! 🫶

Well, he definitely didn't expect someone like you to ever have the guts to step foot into the Church of Favonius.

He has this sixth sense moment and immediately clocks something off about you.

Dahlia eyes you curiously as you take a seat on one of the pews in the very back. Simply sitting, gazing up at the high ceiling above, and sneaking a few innocent glances at the church's Deacon.

Eventually, he'll strike up a friendly conversation, welcoming you to the church.

But those conversations become more personal the more frequently you show up.

When you finally get him alone, it's Dahlia who reveals your secret.

Blushes when you show him your demonic form, staring at your wiggling tail and exposed skin…

Dahlia submits frighteningly fast.

He's on his knees whenever you ask him to be, breathing heavy as he anticipates the blessing he's about to receive.

You strip him down so slowly every time you have sex, building up the tension until all your little plaything can do is whine.

Loooovesss when you lay your dick on his stomach and show him how deep it will be 😊

I think human Dahlia would still be a big slut. So a lust demon like yourself is truly a perfect match for him ❤️

Originally, this was supposed to be a friends- with-benefits deal, but… how can the Deacon not fall in love with you?

You treat him so wonderfully, and the sex is otherworldly!

Spoil your little human with affection — make love to him so passionately that it leaves his head spinning for hours!

He adores when you mark up his thighs, though if you get too carried away, and the marks are too low for Dahlia to cover up, he's going to pout at you 😕

Oh, and please cum on his thighs too~

Cover his little cock and thighs and stomach in your demon cum~~

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Pretty Demon

Summary: Nat keeps pestering you about not sleeping with someone you went on a date with and when you stormed off in a huff Nat tried to go to Wanda to read your mind, instead Wanda said she’d speak with you, hopefully she’d make you feel better

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, talking about virginity, Nat being annoying and Wanda being sweet, demon Y/n is not the big bad demon she’s portrayed to be (she’s big and scary really, everyone should be scared of her)

A/n: I wrote this while waiting for the vet at work in like 40 minutes so any mistakes or anything blame on the horse trying to off himself 😂 he’s fine though don’t worry

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“So why didn’t you want to sleep with her? She sounds great” you and Nat were sat on the couch watching some weird movie that neither of you were paying attention to really, just eating popcorn and talking nonsense

“I don’t know she just…I don’t think she’s my type” your mumbling intrigued Nat, were you nervous? She sat up staring at you “not your type? She was hot, tall, hot and really into you, like she really wanted you”

You shrugged “too desperate, I can’t sleep with someone like that I need someone who isn’t desperate”

Nat laughed out loud throwing popcorn at you “that makes no sense! Come on Y/n what’s really going on? Do demons need to be married or something? Need their blood as a sacrifice?”

You shoved your friend off the couch standing up “don’t be weird Nat I just didn’t want to sleep with her okay? No other issue, I’m going to my room okay?”

You stormed off out of the room ignoring Nat and shutting your door hard behind you falling onto your bed

Wanda was awoken from her after mission nap by Natasha barging into her room “Wanda I need you to read Y/n’s mind and tell me why she’s being so bitchy at the minute with me”

Wanda slowly sat up rubbing her eyes free from sleep “it’s inappropriate to read someone’s mind without their permission Natalia” she groaned

Nat rolled her eyes “okay but somethings wrong and she won’t tell me”

“Why don’t you ask her?” It was a good suggestion but Nat wasn’t looking for good suggestions she wanted a quick solution “if I wanted my head bitten off by the demon underground equivalent of a mob boss then yeah I’d ask her what’s wrong but I want to keep my head”

Wanda was too tired for any of this nonsense so she relented “fine I��ll go and talk to her and then maybe, just maybe I’ll peek into her mind and see what’s wrong okay?”

Nat grinned hugging the witch “perfect! Thanks Wands” she left the room and Wanda followed making her way down to your room where she knocked and waited for an answer “come in Wanda” you said from your bed

She opened the door seeing you face down on the bed not even attempting to move “how’d you know it was me?”

“Your perfume has always stayed the same, cinnamon and something rose smelling I can never guess but I know that’s your main scent pretty much” sitting up you faced the witch and gave her a small smile patting the space next to you for her to sit which she did

“So did Nat send you?”

“Yeah…yeah she did, she’s just worried-

You scoffed “she’s being nosy, she wants to know why I didn’t sleep with the girl I had a date with last night”

Wanda listened, okay so her powers were being used for gossip, great “sorry Y/n she said she was worried but I didn’t know it was her being nosy, do you want me to leave?” She began to get up but your hand held her wrist keeping her in place “no it’s okay I- I like having you here, you’re very calming”

She smiled grabbing a hold of your hand and holding it in her own “I didn’t know demons liked comfort”

You giggled “we all need a little comfort sometimes”

“I think I want to tell you what’s wrong” you said after a few minutes of silence

Wanda nodded “okay, you don’t have to you know but I promise to keep it a secret if you want”

You sighed “okay it’s silly but the reason I didn’t sleep with the girl is because I haven’t-haven’t ever been with a woman, I was burned at the stake at 26 and obviously in those times being gay was unheard of and you had to be married and I don’t like men so I didn’t want to marry them then they killed me so-

“Hey hey darling it’s okay breathe with me okay?” She started to breathe in and out to help you, you obviously didn’t breathe but it was still helping you to calm down “thank you” you whispered and Wanda smiled “you’re welcome”

Wanda waited for you to calm down and started again “so, you’re a virgin?” You sighed looking away from the witch but Wanda didn’t let you, she used her fingers to pull your face around and focus on her

“Don’t get all shy on me honey, you’re a very powerful demon you can talk about anything without embarrassment you know?”

“That’s the problem Wanda everyone thinks I’m this big bad demon who slaughters anything in sight and drinks their blood and takes their hearts as trophies, then you have the other side which is people thinking I have sex with every woman I see, I come back here and Tony is instantly asking me how many women I did which I think is a little disrespectful actually, women aren’t objects you know?”

Wanda thought you were adorable like this, she’d never seen you be so open and it warmed her heart “Wanda? Are you okay?”

She smiled “yeah I’m okay, thank you for telling me all this, I promise not to tell anyone if you don’t want me too”

“Thanks Wanda, yeah we’ll keep this between us for now, I don’t need anyone thinking I’m not cool or anything” you both laughed out loud and you started to feel better, Wanda really was great to talk too and a good listener.

“So” she started, placing a hand on your leg rubbing it softly “have you kissed someone before?”

You nodded “yeah I have, I like kissing women but anything more is a bit daunting like what do I do first? Where do I put my hands? Do I take her clothes off or does she do it instead? How do I know if she’s enjoying it, she could be faking it like women in porn do”

Wanda pulled you into a surprising hug holding you close “please don’t worry about any of that Y/n when the time comes you’ll be ready and you’ll know what to do okay? I promise it’ll be okay don’t worry about it”

You let yourself relax into the hug curling into the witch holding your head in her neck “thank you Wanda” you whispered and the witch smiled “such a cuddly little demon aren’t you?

You growled pulling your head away from her neck “I’m the scariest demon ever what are you talking about” you showed off your fangs and Wanda rolled her eyes “soooo scary, anyway have you eaten dinner yet?”

“No I haven’t been hungry recently, I didn’t even eat much of the popcorn Nat made earlier”

Wanda raised an eyebrow “how long haven’t you eaten for?”

You shrugged putting your head down but Wanda forced it up to look you dead in the eyes “when was the last time Y/n?” Her stern voice made you feel something but you weren’t sure of what is was, you think you wanted it to happen again though

“Erm I don’t-I don’t know maybe last week someti-

Wanda stood up dragging you with her “woah! Wanda where-

“No! You haven’t eaten in a week what’s wrong with you?”

“I mean I’m obviously dead Wanda I don’t really need to eat just every now and then” Wanda wasn’t listening she was dragging you to the kitchen and forcing you to sit down on one of the stools “you should’ve told me you hadn’t eaten I would’ve cooked you dinner every night you know that”

She was scrambling around the kitchen making something for you, you saw her pull out some container with her paprikash, your stomach rumbled now, that was an absolutely favourite of yours

“You’re hungry now aren’t you darling?” You didn’t notice Wanda placing the food in front of you and handing you some utensils “now eat this and I’m going stay here the whole time so I know you’ve eaten it”

You happily took the fork and dug into the meal, you didn’t realise how hungry you actually were, this was the best thing you’d ever eaten and will ever eat, when you finished Wanda was quick to your side again.

Picking up the finished plate Wanda placed a glass of orange down on the side and took the plate away to put in the dishwasher “good?” She asked smiling and you nodded “I’ve definitely missed your cooking, I’m never not eating ever again”

You downed the drink and Wanda took the glass also putting it into the dishwasher “maybe I need to baby you from now on” 

“Probably, I’d be happy to come home and your waiting for me with a home cooked meal” you laughed but Wanda wasn’t laughing, she was deep in thought, when she turned around and took her place behind you her hands rested on your shoulders “I would take such good care of you honey, you’d never have to want for anything again you know?”

You didn’t respond just going through in your mind what was happening, was she being nice? Was she hitting on you? No she wouldn’t right? This seemed like a complete 180 if true

While you were thinking through this Wanda moved her face closer to yours whispering in your ear “don’t think so hard princess, I think you’re just the sweetest thing in the whole world, I’d love to take care of you and be yours and you be mine”

You blinked out of your thoughts and registered just how close she was to you and you nearly jumped out of your skin “er…isn’t this a little sudden?”

Wanda shook her head “I don’t think so princess, you nearly always come to me for advice, when we get home late from missions you near enough always come to my room to sleep, you say it’s because Tony’s sheets that he buys are scratchy and you don’t like them but really it’s because you like the comfort my cuddles bring you especially in winter or the heat goes out”

She turned you around on the stool and grinned at your blushed expression “I thought you said demons couldn’t blush”

You shrugged “it seems you know how to make me do things I thought I couldn’t do today, blushing is one of them”

Wanda glanced down at your lips and back up to your eyes “can I do something?”

You nodded “do whatever you want Wanda”

Wanda didn’t need anymore encouragement and leant forward kissing your lips lightly and you couldn’t move or reciprocate, when your brain finally caught up with you Wanda pulled back making you whine

“No I was gonna kiss you back I promise I just got nervous”

Wanda kissed you on the nose “shh detka it’s okay if you want to kiss me more we’ll have plenty of time later”

Your eyes widened “later?”

“Of course princess, I have a lot to teach you don’t I?”

You registered what she said and blushed “oh? Oh okay erm yeah, wait you’ve slept with women??”

The witch winked at you “you really think I’ve only slept with Vision?”

You thought about it “well yeah because we’ve never seen you with anyone else, also how did that work? He’s a robot sooooo?”

“Let’s not talk about that honey, I just want to focus on my pretty demon from now on”

She gave you a small kiss again and you giggled “I’m the pretty demon”

“Yes you are pretty girl”

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“What are you doing?” Natasha flinched slightly at Maria’s voice from behind her but kept her eyes focused watching you and Wanda in the kitchen

“Shhh Mia there’s something happening here”

Maria glanced around Nat to you sat on the stool and Wanda stood way to close to you to just be friendly “you’re not much of a spy are you? Wandas hand is on her thigh, if we stand here any longer they’ll start kissing”

At that the women saw Wanda lean forward and kiss you and both of their mouths dropped “woahhhhh” Nat exclaimed “that’s why she didn’t sleep with that girl on their date, she was waiting for the witch!”

Maria pulled Nat out of the kitchen and to the gym leaving you both alone “what the hell was that??”

Nat laughed “the little demon wants the witch, that’s hilarious”

“Isn’t Wanda a bit older than Y/n?” Maria questioned but Nat rolled her eyes “Y/n was 26 when she died in the Salem witch trials, she’s like 526 years old, she’s a lot older than Wanda it’s fine”

Maria thought that made sense “okay well I guess tomorrow will be interesting”

“I can’t wait for the morning meeting”

[monkeykingdomblog2]

Two things to say:

1. Love your art! You draw the wukongs so cute in your style, I could look at your blog all day! 🤗🥰💞💞

2. We had a few different Y/N for now, all nice and beautiful each. But I was wondering, bunny demon Y/N 👀? Being in a cuddle session with either reborn wukong or nezha reborn wukong?

-💜

Tsundere monkey is making sure no one interrupts your cuddle session!

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[dreaisgrayte]

Hannya Mist | Giyu Tomioka x demon fem!reader

Warnings: aphrodisiac (kind of?), touching, boobs, Giyu's first time seeing boobs (#I'm so proud of him), fight for control, first blow job, mentions of sexual fantasies, and mortal enemies kind of sexy for each other heheheh word count: 2.1k a/n: Giyu... my baby. Virgin just fits you so perfectly, but when you learn you LEARN.

Fireflies float through the air, the footprints left behind by the water hashira marking a path of determination. The evening air is muggy, nearly oppressive as Giyu comes across a strange hut. It’s a small building, barely bigger than a room at the water pillar’s manor. His aqua gaze searches for evidence of a nearby village. It was off to have a hut in such a dangerous part of the woods. Did anyone even live in it? If it were abandoned, he could rest up under its roof for the night.

As if answering his inquiry a light flicks on, illuminating the silhouette of a woman in the window. The mountains swallow the rest of the sunlight, a dim stillness settling in the clearing where Giyu stands stagnant. The water pillar is unaware of the mist swallowing him up. A deep purple fog coats the surrounding area, the tendrils from the mist seemingly beckoning him toward the hut. 

Come closer it almost whispers and against what better judgment he could form through the thick fog – coating his throat and sense of smell – he takes a heavy step forward. His heart is racing despite the calm breeze that rustles the leaves above his head. Dusk painted the sky an array of orange and pink. 

It was like he was on the brink of suffocating. What was with this air anyway? Had it always been this stifling? Giyu sucks in a steady breath, the purple mist filling his lungs. He feels a tingle in his lower abdomen and his brows furrow as it burns hot, making him take pause in his advance toward the hut. 

His limbs feel shaky as he brings a hand to his forehead. His other hand grips the hilt of his sword as if that would stop him from sinking to his knees. The slick magma grows, tying his muscles in a buzzing feeling that nearly makes him want to rip it out. He’s panting, the hand that was on his forehead dropping to his mouth as he bites down on a finger. 

Giyu Tomioka, the stoic and quiet water hashira, was unnervingly horny. He could feel himself grow stiff in his breeches. His throat bobs as he shakily shifts his legs apart to allow more room for his swelling cock. He’d never experienced such an overwhelming sense before, only hearing about it from the other hashira. Sex never interested him, it was a distraction from the ultimate goal of destroying all demons – but as his eyes flutter shut, all Giyu wants to do is find a wet warm cunt to plunge his aching cock into. 

Night has captured the clearing, dusting the ground with moonlight. With the way he felt now, it wouldn’t be safe for him to enter the hut. Not with a woman supposedly alone inside. This damn fog was making him crazy, but the damned door swings open, revealing you.

His hand releases the hilt of his blade.

You are in a blush pink yukata, hands folded in front of you, and a hannya mask covering your face. Your hair flutters around the mask, your head cocking to the right as you peer through the small eye holes at the encumbered water hashira. Beneath your lips pull tight into a smirk. 

Giyu had a string of thoughts enter his head, one specifically that he would surely spend the rest of his life wondering about. What did you look like under that mask? A mask crafted to take on the appearance of a female demon consumed by jealousy. Your mask is made out of wood, the bark left jagged and dangerous. Two pointed horns sprouted from the sides, weaving into your own hair. The brows are drawn together in protruding masses. Sharp teeth decorate the open mouth that’s under a large nose. 

The water pillar takes a tentative step forward, your presence calling him into your den. “Excuse me, miss, I don’t mean to intrude, but I’ve had a long journey.” He pauses, his head spinning with obvious reasons as to why he should not enter your hut. 

You step to the side, though, slowly righting your head. “You need a place to rest. To be safe from demons.” The mask muffles your voice, but Giyu revels in the way its melodic tone enters his ears.

Just for a little bit, he promises himself. The water hashira enters through the threshold of the hut. Inside is a raised wooden platform with a mat pushed into the corner – folded bedding placed on top neatly. Beside the mat is a small table with a candle and tray of steamed rice, vegetables, pork, and a cup of piping hot tea. A cushion rests directly in front of the table, a rug underneath that. In the middle of the dirt area is a cooking pot – storage closets lining the wall and a flickering orange lantern that lights up the whole room on a bench. 

His eyes flick to how you stand by the door – he only assumes you’re still watching him by the way the mask faces his general direction. “Have I interrupted your dinner?” His voice is soft and playful. 

You shake your head gently so as not to disturb the placement of your mask, then step toward him. “Dinner has just begun.” You reply, gesturing to the steaming food with your head. “Please, eat.” 

The ravenette’s mind is fuzzy as he sets his nichirin sword against the far wall. Then, slipping out of his zori, he steps onto the wooden platform. He’s surprised by how comfortable the cushion is under his knees. The food looks delicious, but he stiffens when you come to kneel next to him. Your body was mostly hidden by the yukata, but the hashira imagines how exactly he would lavish you – if he knew how. 

He’s stricken with shame – for having such thoughts with you next to him and for his lack of knowledge about sexual experiences. He was disciplined in how the body functioned, training for years on how to perfect muscle density and stances. He clears his thoughts of the wicked images, picking up the chopsticks that are next to the bowl of rice. “Thank you for the food,” He takes a mouthful of rice, humming in satisfaction at the warm consistency. Giyu peers at you while chewing away on the food. “If you do not mind me asking, why do you wear such a mask?” He was genuinely curious, but then again, he was curious why you had to be clothed as well. 

You tilt your head. “To hide my identity. Safety.” You answer and as Giyu swallows another mouthful of rice he feels that sickening feeling return. This time it feels like it’s coursing through his very bloodstream. He sets the chopsticks down and you lean forward, raising your hand to pull your mask down. “Are you okay my Lord? That is what they call you right?” Vibrant eyes narrow at him and fangs accompany the twisted smile on your face. 

Giyu is panting, clutching his throat as it burns with sensations foreign to him. “D-demon,” He begins, lips curling in disgust. “What did you,” He hacks up spit and winces at the fire in his esophagus. “Do to me?” 

Your lips curl in a smirk, crawling closer to him. Giyu can’t move back as you slither toward him, placing your clawed hand on his thigh. “Mmm, well I’m not the one lusting after a stranger.” You tip your head to the side curiously as you graze the indent of his bulge. The ravenette hisses at the way he shifts into your touch. This earns a delighted laugh from you. “I am a demon, the thing you promise to eradicate from this plane of existence, yet you yearn for my touch. It’s…adorable.” Your fingers press firmly into his erection now, Giyu’s eyes squeezing shut. 

His body feels like it’s being electrified as you trace the imprint of his cock. “You-You did this to me,” he grunts out. The fog must’ve had some sort of aphrodisiac in it. He’s full of rage and disgust, but also lust. 

You giggle, meeting his heated gaze – the blue in his eyes darkening to almost black. “Yeah? Doesn’t look like you want me to stop,” Your fingers reach for the hem of his breeches. “You smell like you’re on the verge of cumming. Are you pure?” Giyu’s heart thumps wildly in his ribcage as you drag your nose up his neck, your tongue darting out to taste the line of his jaw. You return to his line of sight with a wide grin. 

The water hashira’s cheeks warm with the acknowledgment. “Please, help me.” You almost want to take pity on the whimpering man in front of you, but who’s to say once your mist fades away that he won’t drive that pretty katana through your heart? He was… exceptionally fit and had withheld this much torture. 

You start to peel off your yukata, edging the sleeves down your shoulders. “If you don’t satisfy me, I’ll kill you.” Giyu’s skin itches to be warmed by yours as the yukata billows to the floor. He’s never seen a demon become shy, but that could be a result of him gawking at your large breasts. The way they rest on your chest brings his gaze down to your navel, then dips to your thighs that press together. 

After a beat of him staring, you grab his hand and place it on your chest. His brows furrow as the skin molds around his thick fingers. Your own brows knit together as a stained moan escapes your lips. “Barely started and you’re already a mess,” Giyu quips, growing more comfortable with the way your nipple brushes against his palm as he squishes your breast. 

You huff, positioning yourself closer. “It’s just been a while.” The hashira tuts as his fingers find your nipple, rolling it between the pads of his thumb and pointer finger. You throw your head back and groan. “Fuck,” 

He was growing confident and he hadn’t even gotten to the finale yet. You reach out to stroke his thigh, a smirk twitching on your lips. His ministrations halt, moving his arms out of the way so you’ll have more room. Your ears pound as you gaze upon the sheer size of his cock and some of it was hidden underneath the cloth of his breeches. He gets up on his knees, working them off his hips. Hard pelvis lines lead to the star of the show – the untouched cock of the formidable water hashira. It is fucking beautiful. A pale pink head that’s leaking precum and a hungry look in his eyes. 

Though the very thought of having a demon’s mouth around his cock should seem like a very bad idea, Giyu runs his hand through your hair, fisting around it. “You’re gonna wrap that pretty mouth of yours around my cock. Got that, demon whore?” 

To you, that should sound like a threat. You should kill this hashira and reap the rewards, but you allow him to push your head down to his stiff length. For someone who was supposedly pure, he acted like he’d done this before. 

The moment your hand wraps around him, his eyes roll back in his head. It’s glorious, the feeling of your palm against his length, pumping up and down. He goes wild when you graze the slit of his tip, rubbing the pre along his cock. Without warning you dip your mouth onto his tip, using the flat of your tongue to swipe at the vein running up the underside. He groans, shoving your head further down. 

Hearing you sputter and choke on his cock is damn near hell sent. Spit drips from your mouth and warmth radiates from you trying to breathe. He’s hitting the back of your throat, your fangs dragging along the side of length. Giyu shivers, the feeling painfully pleasurable mixed into a bowl of fucking salvation. 

“M’so close,” There’s a fire located in the pit of his abdomen and maybe this is where demons are born – in this hell of angelic desire flooding to one place. That one place happens to be your mouth as Giyu jerks his hips up into your mouth, cumming hard. Spittle and his creamy mess mix as he pulls your mouth off him. 

Of course, you lick your lips and swallow what you can with a swollen smirk, but that falters when you realize he’s orgasmed. The one thing to break your mist is to feed into the desire. That would mean Giyu is clear of mind and probably going to cut your head from your-

His hand wraps around your throat, shoving you to the ground. He hovers over your naked body, panting crazily. “My tricks seem to have run dry,” You garble out. 

Giyu clicks his tongue, gazing down at your plush skin, regarding the view. “Ah, but I’m not finished yet, demon.” 

[a-998h]

@star-the-idiot "Please can you do something with the saja boys x male reader i have been looking and only found one" "Romantic pls especially if reader is a demon himself"

(Reader is a male Gumiho, a korean nine tailed fox spirit)

TW: IMPLIED SLUT SHAMING OF READER

You're lounging around in your manor in the demon world. You were a high ranking demon who had nothing to do when the Honmoon created and constantly sealed for centuries.

You were annoyed, craving acess to the human world but there wasn't anything you could do about it because you're not dumb enough to try and fight them directly. Then you heard Jinu's suggestion to make a demon boy band to go after the fans.

You cackled and laughed with the other demons because honestly, that sounded like the stupidest idea you've ever heard. You returned to your manor, and heard a knock on the doors.

"Go see who it is," you say to a servant demon.

The servant comes back with Jinu, Romance, Abby, Mystery, and Baby. You raised an eyebrow at what a group of jeoseungsaja were doing in your manor.

"What do you want, Jinu?" You asked, all six of your tails flickering in boredom.

"We require your assistance for my plan," Jinu explains.

You asked why, feeling smug that the one who came up with this dumb plan needed your help. Jinu explains that he and the others needed some of your power to make human disguises.

"Wait, can't you do that on your own?" You asked.

"Normally, yes. But due to our limited power the forms are... unusual," Jinu says, being vague.

You had them show their human forms and... yeah. The skin looked corpse pale, eyes still golden, and overall looked very creepy and very wrong. Jeoseungsaja are powerful demons, meaning it takes more power for them to transform. You had a fox marble so you didn't need the power of human souls to shapeshift.

"OK, Yeah. The Hunters will be able to spot you from kilometers away," you say.

"Which is why we need your help. Please, share your power with us," Jinu says.

"We'll pay you back, however you like," Abby says, adjusting his posture to show his muscles while he shoots you a wink and Romance blows you a kiss.

Your face turns red as you hide it behind your silk fan.

"Fine, fine, I'm willing to share. now line up and come here," you say.

As the line up and come closer you hand them each a small green marble that contained part of your power. They each look at the marble in their hands, giving you looks of confusion.

"You have to swallow it," you say flantly.

"I'm sorry, what?!" Baby yells.

"You have to swallow the marble, or else it won't work," you tell them.

After realizing you're not joking, they each swallow the small marble in their hand and feel a tingling sensation through their veins.

"Also, I'm coming with you," you say, leaving jo room for debate.

"Excuse me?" Jinu asks.

"You really think I'm trusting you five up there with some of my power unsupervised? I'm rich, not stupid," you say with indignation.

The Saja Boys exchange looks, knowing full well that you'll follow them to the human world regardless of them letting you come with them. So, with a tired sigh Jinu agrees.

***

Holy fuck, you couldn't believe this plan was actually working. As the public swooned for the boys you watched from a distance, not wanting to be in the spotlight or deeply associated in anyway with this plan that may or may not work.

"OK, this song is actually catchy," you say to yourself as Soda Pop echoes through the area.

As the boys finish they disappear down the side street you were in, making you look up from the romance book you picked up earlier.

"Did you see that, they love us," Romance brags.

"Yeah," you say sharply.

The boys notice, but think it's because you're too focused on your book to really care, not noticing how you gritted your teeth every time people got close to the Saja Boys.

With you posing as their manager, the plan is starting to fall into place as they look like a legit boy band.

"Do you really need to go on this stupid show?" You asked through gritted teeth, gripping the clipboard in your hand with white knuckles.

"Reader, we need to get the fans on our side and this is the best way to do it," Jinu says.

You sigh, tell them to not make themselves look too stupid and retreat to the bathroom.

"Yeesh, what's his problem?" Baby asks himself.

The moment that bathroom door locks, your disguise drops in a puff of red smoke as you grip the sink so hard the porcelain cracks. You hated this, watching as humans acted like they were entitled to the boys and everything they are.

You loved them, all five of them, but you never said anything. You knew how that would look, as a Gumiho you already had a reputation for being a more lustful and provocative demon, so loving five demons at the same time would make the rumors worse. Your golden eyes flash in the mirror as the purple patterns glow brighter and brighter across your being, your tails bristling in anger.

Then, you hear someone knocking on the door.

"You ok in there?" You hear Abby ask.

You take a deep breath and pull yourself together, putting your disguise illusion back on and walking out of the bathroom.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Abby" you mumbled.

Abby isn't convinced, but he and the others had to focus. Though, he did tell the others you seemed upset. They agreed, sharing how they noticed you always seemed on edge.

You stood by Bobby, who was being his normal friendly self, during the fan signing event. You hated this, being around so many humans but not being able to take the souls now. You take a deep breath, keeping your "stone cold manager" face on as you kept fans back, and telling Mystery to stop barking every time someone gets snippy with you.

That made you a smile a bit, but you couldn't let it show. You noticed how Jinu behaved around Rumi, getting annoyed at his lack of focus on the plan that was literally his idea! Once the event was over, you ushered the boys away, glaring at Jinu the whole time.

***

"Alright, Reader, why are you so angry?" Jinu asks, after he came back from meeting with Rumi.

You were pouting and ignoring him. You had asked Sussie and Derpy what Jinu had been up to and they told you everything. So, here you are, pouting on a park bench with the other Saja Boys around.

"I said I'm fine," you grumbled.

"Bullshit! Something's clearly wrong so stop being cryptic and tell us!" Baby yelled.

"Fine! Want to know why I'm so mad? It's because I love you, all of you but the fans and Hunters have been taking all your attention and you'd all probably think I'm just as lustful as the rumors say!" You yell, you centuries of longing and ager flooding out.

"Who said we believed those rumors?" Mystery says softly.

You glare at them, angry tears rolling down your cheeks. There is silence between you all, their empty hearts aching at the thought you believing they'd think that lowly of you, that they'd only go to you for your power and nothing else.

Abby pulls you onto his lap, Romance taking a spot of the right, Mystery taking a spot on the left, Baby on your lap, and Jinu on the floor in front of you. They crushed you in a group hug, making sure you felt all their love for you.

"Well, since our powers have been brought back. I think we owe you your rightful powers," Jinu said, a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, you're right," you say as Mystery and Romance kiss your tears away.

"Since I'm on his lap, I get first dibs," Baby said, already grabbing your cheeks.

You roll your eyes and chuckle while Abby whines about how he gets the first kiss because you're on his lap. You tell them to stop, kissing Baby on the lips and feeling your power return to you. Baby gets off your lap, getting you enough movement to turn and face Abby.

"Alright, your turn, Abby," you say before kissing him.

Romance is next, than Mystery, and then finally Jinu. Their faces are decorated with various levels of blush while your face is as pink as Romance's hair.

"Oh before I forget. We made this for you," Abby says.

You watch as he runs off and comes back with a small lacquered box. You open it and see a jade bead necklace with a large abalone shell carved into the shape of a hair as the main charm. You smile, genuinely smile and finally notice the band aids on Mystery's fingers and hand.

"Humans do this with rings, but we figured this was more your style," Abby says with a slight smirk.

Baby helps you with the clasp, admitting the only part they "made" was Mystery carving the shell, saying that the beads came from a jewelery booth in the mall. You laugh, finding it nice that they went through all this just to gift you something.

"Thank you. It's perfect," you say softly.

"So, does that mean you'll marry us?" Romance asks.

You nod, saying that once this was all over you'd marry them all and you could all share a gaint bed in your manor. They chuckled and laughed, happy to finally see your smile, treating it as a rare ray of sun of a cloudy day.

"We love you, 왕자님!" They all cheer.

"I love you too," you say as they line up for the next round of kisses.

[the-faceless-bride]

Some Of my current ideas and obsession Blurbs (if you find any of them interesting, I'm open to hearing ideas 👀👀)

Part 2 ->

Imagine being a demon...

Imagine Part of your power has to do with death, corruption, and seeing who someone was when they were alive... as a demon, the death of Rengoku Kyojuro broke you. He was such a beautiful, loving, caring man. Giving such an unfair and unfortunate death... you just couldn't accept this...

Imagine You bring him back as he springs up after your ritual. His hair was a mess, covered in dirt, his clothes ripped. He gasps for air as if it was the first he's had in centuries... "Poor unfortunate soul, so sad, in need... come allow me to give you a second chance."

Imagine His horror. Him. Now a Demon. Tethered to you. Unable to die again unless you give him permission to do so... he tired. Sat in the sun. But while he felt weak and itchy, he didn't die. He hated it. Hated himself. He hated you. You who, while yes, didn't have malicious intent. Who gave him a second chance at 'life' as you called this... you who brought him back and unlike when he was alive in his final moments felt no pain, no hunger, he hated you.

Imagine slowly helping him come to terms with his eternal life. From Enemies (one sided) to Lovers letting him stay with you in your small hidden village of other demon families that have also been brought back and tethered to you. Still fulfilling his dreams, taking down the demons who "lost their humanity and deserved their eternity to end."

Imagine the conflict you face, when His once friends and found family find him... a demon... still classic Kyojuro but yet so different... what do you do? An angry group of Hashira Pillars cursing you for what you did to their friend. Kyojuro broken and ashamed of what he is once more at the heart break of his friends being scared of him, some of them hating him all together...

Imagine him calling out to you, help him. Make them listen. Please. His Angel... his little firefly... please make them understand. He can't bare the way they look at him... help him... he needs you.

Rengoku Kyojuro × demon Reader Trope: Enemies to lovers

Now also Imagine being a demon...

Imagine being a demon who was so desperately, hopelessly, in love with Gyomei Himejima. Hopelessly devoted to a man who didn't even know you existed. You watched him at night, singing your sweet song and lulling him to a deeper sleep each night. Wishing nothing more than to one day be able to caress and memorize every inch of his mind, body, and soul. Wishing to kiss his soft looking lips...

Imagine desperately trying to deny what you know is true... you've heard it from your fellow demon 'friend' over and over again. And tonight, you were desperately trying to hold on to your dreams... "[name] just face it... he's a Demon slayer. A hashira. And to him, you're a monster... that something no amount of love is going to change. You'd be better off not thinking about him anymore. If you really love him, you'd let him go... besides a pretty human girl will probably catch his attention sooner or later..." You hang your head as tears fill your eyes, it's not true... it's not. He could love you. He could...

Imagine one day, you run into him in the Forest. The Forrest trees are so thick that the completely block out the sun, it's only a small section of the Forest. You liked to come here to lay in the flowers, and apparently Gyomei had thought the same...

Imagine He needed a quiet place, today had been a very hectic day. No peace and quiet today at all. He'd simply sat under a particularly large tree, focusing on his breath. You'd sat so unbelievably still. Not wanting to move and risk ruining this perfect moment. You were so close. You'd never been this close to him before and it made every part of your cold body ache.

Imagine accidently rustling the flowers catching his attention instantly, and he jumps to stand in a defensive position. You quickly kneel head pressing to the ground as you apologize for disturbing him, and not wanting any trouble. But oddly he doesn't attack you and instead he apologizes for startling you. At first you were confused. But then it clicked, you Had not attacked him like a demon would. He's blind. He doesn't yet realize you're a demon... this was it. Your chance. To speak to him. To hear him address you... to hear him say your name...

Imagine Pretending to be human, making it seem like you were a measly human girl who came here to sit in the flowers to relax... and this was how it went for some time... days turn to weeks, and weeks turn into months. You'd been keeping this secret of yours for 3 months, your love for Gyomei stronger and flame of obsession brighter. And he'd become so open to you. Telling you almost eveeything... sure you'd felt guilty lying to him... but you just couldn't let him. Go...

Imagine one evening, the sun setting, the fireflies and the colorful flowers surrounding you... you gain the courage to confess... stilling your heart of how much you admire him, you know that he way not feel the same way... but even if he'll never belong to you... that's OK, you are happy to just dream and be his dear friend... but to your shock and joy he accepts your confession. He's gained feelings for you. You could almost cry... but then... in an instant the happiness... your happily ever after was ripped away from you in an unfortunate series of events "Dearest... your hands are so cold..." - "GYOMEI!" A his friend Mitsuri calls out her foot steps quickly approaching, more footsteps following behind. "AWAY DISGUSTING MONSTER!" she cries her sword just barley missing you as your arm is severed clean off. And instantly Gyomei's face goes through so many emotions... worry, Confusion, shock and finally realization... and he let's you go. You dash away vanishing... "Gyomei! Are you ok?! That awful creature tricked you! She must've planned to devower you then and there if I hadn't noticed your absence! Are you OK my friend!?" The sounds of other Confused voices all speaking over each other planning to find you... Gyomei thinks of her question... is he OK?... honestly... he doesn't know...

Gyomei Himejima × Demon Reader Trope: unrequited love/Forbidden love

[npookie0]

Mystery from Saja boys pleeeeasssee 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🥺🥺🥺🥺

Wordless Confession

One man who kept many things secret and rarely spoke, stolen your demonic heart and after many sleepless nights you were ready to confess your feelings. But how could you do that without words?

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cws: spoilers for KDH, headcanony take on Mystery, mute reader, gender neutral reader !

You were mute all your life, or for as long as you could remember at the very least. You hated this fate, you wanted to sing like the king's entertainers you saw or the boy who bought himself a prestige life with his beautiful voice by the king's side. You were just an uninteresting mute servant who loved music deeply.

You thought that you were doomed to fail, until one night you heard that voice. I'll help you become a successful musician, everyone will love your song, you be rich and known in the whole world.

And so, you sealed a deal with Gwi Ma, a day after you were known a Y/n a creator of the most beautiful and soul touching melodies of the century. There was a drawback to that deal you sealed tho.

You were still mute. All you did was play on instruments while others sang and performed the music you wrote. You soon started to despise this life, this false popularity that was soon stripped from you. You were only good for writing and creating music, you couldn't even perform it fully.

Gwi Ma used your weakness against you and the rest of your existence you spent as a demon, hearing your songs played during human festivals or in museums. Your human self was history, mentioned by name only a few times and hidden behind the names of those who sang your songs.

You despised music, didn't want to create it or be even a tiny bit good at it, but it was too late and you were too good.

"Jinu. Our demonic composer here will help you, they know how to make great music. Be sure to use their skill well." Were Gwi Ma's words to Jinu and the rest of his demonic boys band when they returned to the demon realm.

"But we don't need help. You said that I could do it however I want." Jinu tried to argue, but the demon king didn't listen.

You weren't pleased with this decision either, you'd much prefer staying in the safety of your corner in the endless underground than write music for a boys band to steal souls with. But it's not like any choice or say in that matter.

So forced to work with the Saja Boys you started to write songs for them to take over the Huntr/x's fans to destroy the Honmoon and feed Gwi Ma. Reading Soda Pop's lyrics gave you some ideas for the beat and you were quick to work, making the melody energetic and light, like a summer hit.

You didn't care about the boys or their singing much, to you they sounded like a regular human pop group. At least until you heard him.

Mystery, the quietest of the group, a guy who spoke when he absolutely had to. Hearing his voice when it was his turn to sing his verses during practice was like the most breathtaking experience in your life. The softness and fragility of his voice was just something else.

Suddenly your whole view on writing songs for them changed and you genuinely wanted to write songs for this boys band just to hear Mystery's voice more.

His voice wasn't the only thing that made you find inspiration. He was hanging around you more, not really talking, just sitting next to you and sometimes looking at you as you worked.

You've grown to know each other better, this weird friendship you two had, it bloomed. You knew each others food and drink preferences, style, music tastes, all the basic things. Your emotions were expressed by the music you shown him and he sang.

On some night you sat alone in the studio, pouring your heart into lyrics and melodies with the secretive man on your mind. The image of his face in your mind made your heart beat faster and made Gwi Ma's voice quiet behind the melodies hummed by him.

You didn't understand yourself, these thoughts, these feelings. You didn't feel like this about anyone in a long time. Was it what humans called love? Could you really love Mystery?

You were so confused, so lost in these feelings. Music was the only means of expressing these conflicting emotions you had so you poured all you had into that. Drowning yourself under notes and the sound of instruments, filling paper with words you could never say even if you wished to.

Weeks were passing. Saja Boys were more popular and Jinu gave you lyrics for their final song. That's when you realised that soon even confessing could be impossible, you didn't know how this whole thing would end and if you would be alive after that song is crafted. Dying without confessing the feelings you were trying to understand for so long felt like a waste.

You didn't want to waste the time you spent on it.

One day you left a note on Mystery's lyrics, asking him to see you after the practice outside of town so no of the Saja Boys or humans could interrupt your meeting.

You sat there, staring at the setting sun, holding your guitar on your lap and looking down at the lyrics you had written for Mystery, the lyrics of your perfect song, the song that made you smile at the thought of someone singing it instead of feeling hate towards anyone who would dare to do so.

Someone sat down next you and you didn't need to turn around to check who it was. As always he didn't say anything, he looked at you as he usually did and then he looked at the paper you were holding out for him. He took it from you and looked at your wailingly. You picked up your guitar and smiled at him. He took the hint and cleared his throat looking down at the lyrics.

You started playing and suddenly the world felt light, as if it was made from feathers.

His voice filled your mind and body, crawling under your skin and entering your veins like a drug, intoxicating and addicting. This feeling wasn't strange to you, you welcomed it like an old friend.

Mystery's voice always made you feel like this. Like his voice was a part of you that you missed and it fit perfectly with you like a missing piece of puzzle.

Soon, he stopped singing and you finished playing. The lightness was gone with the sun. You were surrounded by darkness and the rustle of leaves being moved by the wind.

None of you moved, he didn't say anything. You just looked at each other unmoving, your breathing synced perfectly.

You slowly moved your hand up, the tips of your fingers made contact with his smooth skin and it send a pleasant electricity shock throughout your whole body. Your hand cupped the side of his face, moving the hair away form his eyes and you could finally see the small sparkles of joy in his gaze.

You were breathless, but not with the realisation, you knew long ago that Mystery felt the same towards you, you were shocked with the beauty of his eyes.

Without realising you leaned forward, he met you in the middle and your lips connected. It was a sweet kiss, one you would remember for eternity and would dream about every night.

If this kiss was a song, you would play it on repeat forever.

Was it cheasy? Maybe, but I love cheasy and corny fluff <3

You know it, I know it. I'm a sucker for good fluff and painful angst :3

See you soon cuties

Nathan :p

[beethatwee]

Fucking around with ideas for Moon’s cloak