#astaroth x ruby

[bookvvitch]

So You Unknowingly Agreed to an Arranged Marriage With a Demon Lord: Now What? 

WC: ~1,000

CW: demon x human, fem!reader, cursing, flirting, mild sexual content, eventual monster fucking. Proof read but no beta.

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“Someone from the ninth realm has answered the summons, Lord Astaroth. A human female, just like you desired!”

“Yes, and she’s a pretty one.”

You look to the imp to your left, two of which hold you by each arm—though the restraint is wholly unnecessary. 

They think you're pretty?

You aren’t sure you’d consider yourself to be particularly good looking. Sure, you have some nice features, but you’re no Zendaya. However, judging by all of the prying eyes and slacking jaws of every beast you’ve come across on your journey to this Crimson Peak-esque castle, you’d wager to bet that humans aren’t exactly common here.

Wherever here may be.

You’re assuming you’ve been spirited away to this place to be… well, you aren’t exactly sure. Someone’s exotic pet, maybe? The scaly little creatures who have escorted you from that dripping portal in the woods (that’s what you get for wandering off) have been surprisingly gentle, which leads you to believe you aren’t to be harmed. 

Not that you’d particularly care. 

Honestly, you’ve been so incredibly bored with life lately that you could scream just for the variation. Office work? Boring. World with no magic? Boring. The men in your town? Fucking boring! Perhaps that’s why you’d poked the damned portal in the first place, one fingertip prodding into the murky, gray ring. Though, you hadn’t realized it was an invitation. 

“Leave us,” a voice, dark and deep, growls from the shadows. 

The imps release you, shuffling beyond the confines of your vision and escaping to somewhere less than corporeal. 

Five strides and the man attached to the voice is on you, standing digitigrade within a few sips of moonlight that stream through the windows, his presence looming above you. The Demon Lord Astaroth’s form treads the line between man and beast, upper lip curled into a snarl, fangs exposed and eyes burning like ruby slits beneath a furrowed brow.

A forked tongue darts out to wet his lips, rows of sharp teeth exposed. His features play at handsome behind a dark mane of hair, a horn curling on either side of his head, the fur on his chest protruding through his fine shirt. He’s well over eight feet tall and is easily three of you in width, the way he imposes only heightened by an arrowed tail that swishes behind him. 

He cocks his head. Twitches an animalistic ear. Drags a clawed finger along the line of your forearm, as if marveling at the innate nakedness of your flesh. 

You tremble at the touch.

His lips nudge into a wry grin. “Afraid of demons, are we?”

You shake your head in a fervent no, stating shakily, “It’s not that.”

In an instant, his expression gives way to one that’s much more cold. You’re frustratingly resistant to his intimidation—and a bad liar. “No need to deceive me, human. I can see you quaking before me.”

You avert your eyes, cheeks flushed and hot, shuffling in your spot nervously. “It’s.. it’s not from fear…” 

“I won’t let you go just because you offer me some feigned complacency,” he hisses, curling five clawed digits around your wrist. 

“Okay,” you huff. The words to express your enthusiasm don’t seem to come naturally in the moment. Hell, you never thought such an opportunity would arise, so you hadn't planned or prepared for it. The whole situation has taken you off guard to say the least.

He snarls. 

Jerks you forward. 

And you let out a breathy whine at the gesture.

Horizontally-slitted pupils constrict. “W-what are you—?” The phrase catches in his mouth as you begin to work at the buttons of your shirt, shimmying to expose yourself from the pinafore atop it. Your breathing has become erratic. Chest heaving. Something delicious wafting from betwixt your thighs.

Is this normal human behavior? 

He releases you from his grasp, recoiling more out of shock than anything else. 

“I can keep it on if you want,” your whisper flits to his ear. “Will we get caught in here? We could go to your bedroom. Y-your chambers, whatever you call them here, I don’t care.”

This is a new tactic he hasn’t yet seen. Before they flee, the human maidens shriek. Babble about how they fell in to the portal on accident, please send them back, don’t eat them. But you almost seem like you want to be eaten with how you’re offering yourself up to him like this.

Perhaps you’ve realized he’s wealthy. More than likely, you carry yourself much better than the others did, and this is just an attempt at escape.

Still, what you’re doing is making him feel strange. Like his skin is ill-fitting. It has him growing increasingly uncomfortable.

Of course he wants a human bride. Everyone does, but only those of high status are able to acquire one. And even then, their willingness to the union is often coerced. It’s natural for humans to be afraid. 

Or so he thought. 

Your whole body is warm, the smell of you so cloying that it nearly sickens him. 

“You won’t trick me, human,” Astaroth grits, the confusion laced within palpable. 

“Oh, do you want me to be brattier? I can try that.” You take a step forward when he begins to lean away. “Yeah, I’m a tricky human,” you purr, eyes heavy-lidded. “You’re gonna have to punish me for it.”

“You cannot deceive me with requests of physical atonement!” 

“I guess you’ll have to think of something else, then, won’t you?” 

Every single hair bristles when you say this, the sultry tone colliding somewhere deep in his center, touching on nerves he didn’t even know existed until now. In all his thousands of years walking this plane, he’s never known his heart to beat so quickly, so haphazardly behind his ribs.

You must be a witch. 

He has to garner the proper wherewithal to deal with you, if that is the case.

Astaroth vanishes in a cloud of smoke. 

Damn.

So he’s playing hard to get, eh? That’s alright. You’ll wear him down. 

[huntersrequiem-if]

Astaroth x Hunter x Night

Sooo this idea has been plaguing me all night (heh), so I must inflict it on you all. Enjoy!

The soft flesh under him shifts, a low hum reaching his ear. It brings him to awareness – faintly. Burying his face deeper into them, he grumbles when they shift.

“You’re still awake.” His voice is low, rough from the hold of sleep.

They still for a moment before their chest rise with a sharp breath. He can feel their heartbeat, slow and steady.

“Hard to sleep when someone is squeezing the life out of you.” Their voice comes out amused. Soft.

Astaroth blinks slowly, suddenly aware that he was hugging them. “I did not!” The indignant protest leaves him easily, even as he stretches out his arms. His hold was lose – nowhere near strangling. He shows them that with a small wiggle of his hand. See?

“Not you, idiot.” He can hear the eye roll in their voice. With a huff, he untangles his arms away from them before leaning on his elbow.

What, pray tell, could bother Their Royal Grumpiness so much in the dead of the night?

Ah, that.

His eyes soften when they land on his partner, with their limbs tangled around Night’s torso, one of their legs hooked around Night’s. Their expression is so serene he can’t help but wonder what are they dreaming about. He hopes it’s something sweet.

A smile blooms on his face as he reaches out a finger to tuck one stray strand away from their eyes. Hunter doesn’t stir.

“Oh, leave them be, you crybaby. Can’t you see how cute they look?” Astaroth drags his eyes away from them, meeting Night’s stare. They look less than impressed by his smirk, eyebrows drawn together.

“I have things to do, mind you.” This earns Night an eye roll from Astaroth. Because of course they do, instead of lying in bed with them. Relaxing.

“Of course,” the smile he gives them is sardonic, a bit sharp around the edges. They pay him no mind, eyebrow raised. “Yes, yes, you’re a creature of the night.” He chuckles slightly as he throws an leg over their waist, careful to not kick Hunter in the face.

By the sharp breath Night takes under him, he wasn’t that careful. Whoops.

“Did you have to dig your knee into my stomach?” Their glare is something that would scare lesser beings. Instead, Astaroth only bats his eyelashes at them, a picture of innocence.

“I have no idea what are you talking about, grumpy.” His words are drawl out, wiggling slightly to get comfortable in their lap. Comfy.

“You’re not helping.” They stare at him, one eyebrow twitching and he bites his lip sharply to hold the laugh that threatens to bubble over.

“Ah,” he leans in, until their noses are nearly touching, “that’s your first mistake. Assuming I want to help.” He grins, eyes darting between their ruby eyes and dipping toward their plush lips.

Night looks cute when they frown like this. Adorable even.

Their eyes dance around his face for a moment before raising their chin slightly. With a smile, he dips his head to taste their lips. The kiss is brief, a feather-light caress that Night break it soon. He pouts, disappointment making his shoulders slump. “Your second mistake is assuming I’m satisfied with just a peck, really?” He dips his head into once more, wanting to claim their lips just a second longer.

A dull pain followed by a sharp tug drag his head away from Night. Their fingers are tangled in his hair, a loose hold on the black strands.

His eyes widen, but nothing stops the grin on his lips. “Oh my!” Voice dropping to a purr, his eyelashes flutter. “You’re so bold, grumpy! But, I must refuse! To do something near my sleeping darling? How scandalous.”

“Astaroth.” He laughs at their expression – they look ready to strangle him. Truly, Night is just too easy.

“Fine, fine.” His smile softens, mirth dancing in his gaze. Leaning away from their face, he sits on his haunches, gaze finding their sleeping Hunter.

Ugh, he just wants to mush their cheeks, but alas. Maybe later.

Wrapping his fingers around their wrist – he manages to pry Night free from Hunter’s grasp. When Night doesn’t move immediately, Astaroth watches them, one eyebrow quirking as they hesitate. Conflict flashes in their eyes before they sigh and plant a quick kiss on Hunter’s lips.

They stir, one bleary eye blinking at them.

“Wha --”

He silences them with a kiss on the forehead. “Aw, don’t cry over them, darling. I will keep you company.”

Night wiggles free from their hold and Astaroth wastes no time in taking their place. Hunter’s arms wrap around him and he smiles, his hand on the back of their neck.

Still, he throws one last glance at Night. Even a blind man could see the soft smile on their lips as they hesitate at the doorway.

[laufire]

Ruby vs. Astaroth, pt. III

[Caption: gifs from s03e09 of Supernatural. Astaroth has beaten Ruby and left her on the floor; she goes to her, lifting her by the lapels of her jacket, and muses about how they’ve been in a smiliar situation in their past. She tells the Winchesters in a mocking tone that Ruby used to serve her as a witch, revealing Ruby used to be human, to their shock. Ruby shows signs of shame and Astaroth mocks her, telling her not to worry since there’s no secrets in Hell, and proceeding to try and exorcice Ruby. While Ruby resists the exorcism Elizabeth, the remaining witch from the coven Astaroth had started, uses a spell that makes the demon choke, interrupting both the exorcism and the hold she had on the Winchesters.]

[queersrus]

Hi, Fukase anon here! Sorry, It never occurred to me that people may have a hard time coming up with things for characters they don't know a lot about. Sorry :( /gen

Anyways, I really love the clown and red theme ideas! Also, since Vocaloid is technically a music software, I was thinking some music-themed names as well! Also, as long as this isn't too specific, could you maybe do some X-themed things since there's a lot of Xs in his design?

I also like the idea of the darker, edgier themes, but I'd rather not have anything explicitly horror/slasher/demon related... as someone who kins Fukase, being associated with that stuff brings back some rough memories :( /nm

I'm sorry if I'm being too specific or picky or anything like that, and I hope everything I've said makes sense! Once again, thank you in advance :)

no worries!!

heres some names and pronouns based of red, clown, dark/edgy themes and the letter x!

Music names:

muse, musa, musica, musette harmony melody, mic, major, minor clef, capelle, capella, cord, chorus note key tone, tempo, timbre bar, beat, bridge, bass, blue, blues sheet, strum, song, singer, sang, string, sonata, soul acoust, adagio, allegro, andante, arpeggio, amp, alto, aria instro, instra, instrumenta rythm/rhythm, ryme/rhyme, rock, rocker orchest, orchestra pitch, pop funk

list here, here

red names:

Altemur, altan, autumn, apple, amaranth, alhambra, alroy danla, desire, desiree parichat, phoenix, pepper, poppy/poppie cher, cherry/cherrie/cherri, crimson, clifford, copper, candy/candie, currant, carmine, carmin, chili, coral, corsen, clancy maroon, merlot, mahogany, mohagan blood, brick, berry/berrie, blush, burgundy, barn, burn, blaze ruby, rust, rusty, rose, raspberry, redd, rede, redde, reder, redi/redie/redy, reddet/redet/reddett/reddette/redett/redette, redeta/reddeta/reddetta/reddeta, redin/redine, redina, redino, roso/rosso, rufus/rufous, rowan, rosa, rosie, roisin, rory, radley, rudyard, radcliff, redmond, redman, rumo, russel/russell, rohan, redford, rufina, reeding/reading, reed, rogan, roone, roth garnet, ginger, gough scarlet, sangria, strawberry, sienna, sorrel/sorrell jam wine, watermelon fire, flame, ferrari, flan/flann, flannel, flanner, flannery, flyn/flynn, flanna vermilion, venetia imperia tart, torch hazel, harkin

clown names:

Joseph, john, joey grock oleg emmett/emet/emmet/emett bozo, barry ronald krusty penny, pogo, pinto charles sunshine weary, willie albert, antonio, arthur daniel, david, demitri/dimitri, Demetrius/demitrius tinsel

actually found a whole wiki here

Dark/Edgy names:

dusk, dagger, draven, drake, draco, damon/daemon, damion/damien/damian grey/gray, gunner/gunnar, greer keir, khaos, knox, kestrel umbra, umbro poison, pain/payne asteroth/astaroth, asher, ammo, astrid chaos, crow, coen, chase, casper, caspian, cassian, carter, cage, colton hades, hemlock, hex, hunter, hawk, harper somber, sombre, sombra, serpent, snake, saber, stone, storm, slade/slayde, sparrow, salem, snow, smoke, slayer necro, natrix, nox, nix, nyx, nero, nash branwen, briar, blackwell, blade/blaid, blair, blase/blaze/blaise raven, reven, requiem, rhapsody/rapsody, rogue, ryder, ryker, raze, razer eris, elysium, ebony jinx, jett/jet, jack, jason lucien, lucius, lock/locke viper, venom, vlad, vane/vain/vein, veil, vee/v wolf/wolfe trix/tryx, trixie, thorn, tyren/tyrin, tirent, torrent, tyranny, toxin, tank, tempest, tanner zeke, zena fox, flask, falkner, falkon/falcon onyx/onix, obsidian xena

X names:

xen/xene, xavier, xena, xeno, xenon, xeon, xero, xerox, xyx, xyr/xyre, xyra, xray, xeny/xenny/xenie, xenia, xander/xzander, xyla, xyler/xylar, xia, xavi, xylia, xylitol, xioa, xu, xan, xanth/xanthe, xanthus, xavia, Xinjiang, xinia, xenophon/xenophone, xayvion/xavion, xochitl, xio, xion, xiona, xiomara, ximena, xanthia

many here

red 3rd p pronouns:

list here and here

clown 3rd p pronouns:

list here and here

edgy/dark 3rd p pronouns:

list here, here

x 3rd p pronouns:

xe/xem, xy/xem, xy/xyr, xe/xyr, xy/lo, xylo/phone xyi/lotl, x/x's, ex/ex's, ex/exes, xay/xem, xay/xyr, xie/xem, xie/xyr xe/no, xeno/xenos, xeno/morph, cross/crossed, cross/crosses, x'ed/out, exed/out, ex/amble

hope these help!

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Malleus Maleficarum- Part 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,652

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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You got to Elizabeth’s house in no time before getting out of the stolen car. You and Dean rushed to the house but you stopped when you could sense a lot of dark energy coming from the house.

“Why did you stop? Come on.” Dean said, looking at you.

“Go ahead without me. Trust me, okay?” You said and he sighed but nodded. He turned back to the house and ran inside, gun drawn. You rushed after him but kept yourself hidden. You crept into the house and heard commotion going on inside the living room. You peeked your head around the corner to see Sam suspended against one wall while Dean was on another wall. Both of them didn’t have their gun.

Suddenly, Ruby speared out of nowhere, getting the demon’s attention.

“Wait,” Ruby walked into the room, her hands raised in surrender.  “Please, Astaroth, I just… came to talk.”

“You made it out of the gate. Impressive. That was a bitch of a fight, wasn't it?” Astaroth said with a smirk.

“Doors out of Hell only open for so long.”

“What do you want, Ruby?”

“I've been lost without you,” Ruby started advancing to the demon named Astaroth. “Take me back. That's why I led the Winchesters here.” Your mouth opened and you looked over at Dean who had an angry expression, mouthing the words ‘I told you so’ to Sam who sighed.

“They’re for you… as a gift.” Ruby continued.

“Really?” Astaroth said, not convinced.

“Let me serve you again. I've wanted it—I've wanted you—for so long.” Ruby pleaded and you rolled your eyes at Dean’s interested expression.

“You were one of my best,” Astaroth said, nodding. Both demons looked at each other and Ruby pulled out her demon-killing knife before trying to stab Astaroth. However, she older demon was more experienced and caught the knife in mid-air. “But then again, you always were a lying whore.”

The knife was thrown away from everyone, landing closer to you. Immediately, the demons began fighting each other, resulting in Ruby being thrown into the TV. Ruby immediately got up and she charged at Astaroth who just threw Ruby into a bookcase. Astaroth grabbed a poker from the fireplace and walked over to Ruby. You looked inside the room to see Elizabeth watching with fear.

You looked at the demon knife and sighed, knowing you had to use some of that mysterious magic inside of you if you wanted to help Sam and Dean. It looked like neither Ruby or Astaroth knew you were lurking around the corner.

Meanwhile, Astaroth was beating Ruby with the poker. She got tired of her tricks and threw the poker to the side.

“Come on, get up.” Astaroth grabbed Ruby by the collar and forced her to her feet when she didn’t respond fast enough. Your eyes turned to Elizabeth who dumped a bunch of pins on the altar and got ready to do some sort of spell.

“Did Ruby tell you who she really is?” Astaroth said, looking at Sam who stared at her. “Pretty mortifying, I guess. She was one of mine. I turned her out a long, long time ago. Ruby here was a witch. Of course, that was when you were human.” Astaroth started chanting something and black smoke started to rise out of Ruby but she stopped chanting and started coughing. You looked over at Elizabeth to see her chanting something under her breath.

Astaroth let go of Ruby and Sam and Dean fell from the wall. Groans could be heard from both and you looked at the demon knife and was about to control it with magic but you heard Elizabeth gasping. You watched as Astaroth killed Elizabeth, stopping her heart. That is what you needed for motivation and you stared at the demon knife, watching as it rose at your silent command.

You walked into the living room, exposing yourself. Everyone turned to you and you grinned at the older demon. She stared at you and was about to use her demonic power on you but you raised your hand and the demon knife flew at Astaroth at full force, sticking itself in her chest. Astaroth gasped and her skeleton glowed orange before she dropped dead.

You gasped and Ruby stared at you with wide eyes, as if she was interested in you. Dean rushed and grabbed his gun before walking over to you.

“About time. Were you waiting for an invitation?”

“Sorry, Dean. I may have more control over my powers now, but it still takes time. I’m sorry Elizabeth died before I could do it.” Sam made his way over to you and Dean before he stopped and looked at Ruby. That seemed to snap her out of her trance.

“Go, I’ll clean up the mess,” Ruby said.

“Come on,” Dean said, ushering you and Sam to the door but Sam stopped and looked back at Ruby. She sighed and her eyes turned black, showing you guys just who was boss.

“Go.” You decided to listen to her this time and Sam handed Dean his keys before you three got into the Impala. Dean didn’t think twice about leaving and you arrived at the motel in no time. It was late so you would head out in the morning after some much-needed rest.

“I forgot something in the car,” Dean said, leaving the motel room.

“What was that all about?” Sam asked you, splashing some water on his face.

“What do you mean?” You asked, sighing.

“I mean with the knife. Something must have happened when you died. Do you remember where you went or what happened?” Sam asked, drying his face.

“No, I don’t. Maybe a man but I can’t be for sure.”

“Because I saw the grin on your face before you killed that demon. It wasn’t you.”

“Well, we all have to change, right? Dean’s leaving soon—too soon—and I have to be ready to live without him.” You walked over to the window to see if Dean needed help but frowned when you saw him talking with Ruby. He looked upset but you didn’t know what they were talking about. You bit your lip and watched her disappear and Dean turned back to the motel with a sad look on his face. You moved away from the window just as Dean walked back into the room, closing the door.

“What did you need from the car?” You asked and he looked at you, not having anything in his hand.

“Nothing. I thought it was in the car but I remember I put it in my duffel.” He lied and you sighed.

“Right, you guys want anything from the vending machines?” They shook their head and you walked out of the room and down the long entryway to the vending machine.

“That was impressive, what you did back there.” You heard a voice say and you turned around to see Ruby leaning on one of the posts.

“What did you and Dean talk about?” You asked, not beating around the bush.

“Nothing that concerns you.”

“Go back to Hell.” You said, walking off without your food.

“Wait, I came to you for a reason.” You stopped and sighed, turning around to stare at her.

“What reason is that?”

“That magic. It’s impressive. I’ve only ever seen it once in my entire life—demon or not.”

“Well, I don’t know much about it so if you’re looking for answers, get in line because I am too.”

“Oh, I know what it is. Like I said, I’ve seen it before.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, falling for her tricks for a second.

“Magic that can be done without herbs or spell books. You’re next in line to the biggest and baddest witches.”

“Look, if you know something, tell me. Otherwise, leave me alone. Leave Dean alone. And leave Sam alone.” You were sick and tired of her.

“You’re looking for answers and I’ll be happy to indulge you but you have to do something for me.”

“What could you possibly want?” You asked.

“Help me get Sam ready. I saw how you just killed a very old demon like it was Sunday brunch. You got potential and you need to help me get Sam ready.”

“That’s all you want?”

“That’s all I want.”

“Okay, fine, you got it. Now, answers.”

“You’re a vessel, Y/N. An important one.”

“A vessel? What does that mean?”

“It means someone—someone supernatural—needs you to survive in the world. Like a demon possessing a human but much bigger.”

“Wait, a demon wants to possess me?”

“Not a demon, no. She goes by many names. Most people know her as The Darkness. But I’ve only heard rumors about her.”

“So, why are you telling me this? From what you said, she may or may not be real.” You asked.

“You asked for answers, right? She is the reason you have these powers. Amongst other things.”

“What other things?”

“You know how a witch comes into being, right?”

“Yeah, they have to be born one. Like from a generation of witches.”

“Yeah, exactly.” Ruby smiled, walking closer to me.

“So, what? Are you calling me a witch?” You asked.

“I’m not calling you anything, I’m telling you that you are.”

“No, you’re lying. My mother wasn’t a witch.”

“She wasn’t? Or she just didn’t want to tell you that she was?”

“Okay, we’re done here. You’re just spewing lies. For all I know, this ‘Darkness’ isn’t even real. Leave me alone.” You turned around and walked away from her.

“You’ll come to find out the truth sooner or later.” You looked back at her to tell her off but she was gone. You bit your lip, wondering if she was lying or telling the truth. You knew one thing for certain: your mother wasn’t a witch…

…right?

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