#just a quick little demon summoner au

[thegoldenavenger]

Whoops demon summoner au. Just about 2k and just an intro. I could be convinced to add more but this is what it is for now.

Liu Qingge did not fidget, and just as well: Shen Yuan was fidgeting enough for both of them. The room was dimly lit with clusters of candles around a bloody circle painted on the floor. The basement was on the small side and the stench of blood clung in the stale air.

"Okay, okay." Shen Yuan mumbled under his breath as his fingers flipped through the pages of his book. "It's just the sacrifice now."

Liu Qingge gripped the pig carcass in his hand and made to symbolically sacrifice it when Shen Yuan stopped him.

"Wait! Let me! Recheck the sigils!"

"You've gone over them three times." More, really. Liu Qingge had been the one on lookout while Shen Yuan scribbled and took photos and notes in the library they were both definitely restricted from. Then, every day leading up to today Shen Yuan spent hours bent over his journal writing and rewriting, making sure each sigil and rune meant exactly what they wanted.

"Yes but..." Shen Yuan bit his lip. "It's different."

Liu Qingge rolled his eyes. "I trust you. It's fine." He would encourage Shen Yuan's self doubts if it meant he'd give up on the entire summoning idea but Shen Yuan was determined to see the ritual through. He just wanted to be the one doing the summoning.

Luckily, the demon Shen Yuan wanted to research was Fire natured, with a metal secondary. Neither Shen Yuan nor Liu Qingge had a fire nature, but Liu Qingge's was metal and that would fare much better than Shen Yuan's Wood nature.  It was an argument they had gone over multiple times.

"You don't even like demon summons!" Shen Yuan had argued.

"It's fine. I'm better suited." Liu Qingge would not say that he'd compromise many of his long held rules to make sure Shen Yuan didn't jump into the jaws of a Fire demon named Xin Mo. At least Liu Qingge's metal nature would be able withstand the heat. Liu Qingge trusted himself that much, and Shen Yuan's scrupulous research for the rest.

If only Shen Yuan had fixated on a different demon. Something with a less foreboding name at least. But Shen Yuan had reason to believe Xin Mo could be a key in landslide research in the demon realm landscape. Whatever he meant by that. Suffice to say Shen Yuan was determined. Thus, Liu Qingge was also determined.

He decided not to give Shen Yuan any more room to quibble over minor details and dug the crude looking ritual dagger he held into the pig's throat.  Then he tossed the pig into the center of the circle. The blood spilled out around the corpse. Liu Qingge didn't pause, launching into the archaic, stilted speech Shen Yuan had made him memorise.

Shen Yuan shut up mid sentence for fear of influencing the incantation, but Liu Qingge could see the outraged look from the corner of his eye.

The summoning circle flared as the candles dimmed, a dense smoke filling the center of the circle. Low hissing started, a deep buzz that resonated in Liu Qingge's chest.  He finished the incantation and the incorporeal demon's hazy form spread outwards. Testing the boundaries of the circle. Like ink in a bowl of water it's thin edges curled around the form of the circle, twisting in little fascinating fractals.

Liu Qingge met Shen Yuan's eyes.

Then he stepped into the first ring.

The demon didn't have features as concrete as eyes, but Liu Qingge felt the full weight of its focus shift upon him anyways. An ethereal voice like shale falling along a cliffside echoed in the basement.

"So this is the little mortal who wants to play?"

The smokey form of the demon gathered into a vaguely humanoid shape in front of Liu Qingge. They were separated by the thin circle of protection Shen Yuan had drawn. Liu Qingge stared at where he supposed the demon's eyes ought to be.

"Will you show yourself?" He asked.

"Why would I do that?" The question could be mocking, but it was delivered in a honeyed tone. If Liu Qingge had even an ounce less self preservation he could be persuaded into thinking the question was honest.  Before Liu Qingge could answer, however, Shen Yuan made a quiet noise and the demon's focus slid off Liu Qingge like water.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" The demon laughed, or made a sound close enough to a laugh, as it's amorphous form drifted towards Shen Yuan. Eyes wide, Shen Yuan looked almost entranced, liable to drop his guard and be talked into something stupid like stepping into the circle. So Liu Qingge did it first.

He crossed the inner circle's barrier and used the ritual knife to cut a quick line across his palm. His blood welled immedietly with the cut, hot and red. The demon whirled, becoming dense enough it was hard to see through as it flew towards him.  Liu Qingge thought he could see the flash of fang or claw in the shadows and he steeled himself for a collision of wills.

A more practiced summoner might have a contracted demon, incorporeal but bound with, to help shield his mind from the full weight of a possession. Liu Qingge did not make contracts with demon summons, did not participate in summonings, refused to deal with demons more than using Cheng Luan to fight rogue incarnated targets.  That didn't mean he had no experience with this battle.

Liu Qingge held his hand out, his blood running bright against his skin. He leaned on his metal nature, like reinforcing a fence with steel supports. Sometimes he envisioned it like a coating of liquid silver over his skeleton lending him strength.  Calling on this, trusting in his own ability to withstand whatever heat this demon wanted to throw at him, he made his deal.

"My blood for your covenant."

"Qingge—" Shen Yuan's voice, panicked, was drowned out by the hissing of the demon.

"You want to play this game?" The demon's low voice asked. "Against me?"

"My blood," Liu Qingge repeated, "for your covenant."

The words were as ancient as the study of demons, and as such did hold a fair amount of power in their own right. Still, they weren't very precise. Shen Yuan, along with the ritual summoning he'd recited earlier, had meticulously written a bulletproof contract Liu Qingge had been meant to bind Xin Mo with. It was just so wordy though, and with more negotiation and words the less power there was to command. In order to just hold this demon's attention, Liu Qingge had to lean on the power of tradition and ritual.

The voice that had sounded bemused started to shade darker. "Imagine, a mortal, barely a breath's length of life when held to mine, a candle next to my flame, dares." The hazy apparition drew closer to Liu Qingge, the buzz of its power raising the fine hairs on his arm.

"My blood for your covenant." He squeezed his fist as he repeated these words, and the fresh pulse of blood seemed to incite the demon.

"You want my covenant then? My name?" It felt as though a shadowy limb reached out and gripped Liu Qingge's arm. Pressure closed down around him, but he tensed and withstood it, even as the blood dripped down his wrist.

"Give it to me." He answered, boldly.

He couldn't tell if the taste of blood at the back of his mouth was part of the name, but the fullbody heat wave was. His body flushed so hot with his blood that he felt it tingling in his extremities, the way he only ever felt when so furious that splitting his knuckles hour after hour at the gym could barely temper it.

It was, on the surface, exactly how one could imagine a demon named Xin Mo to feel. He leaned back into himself and his core to ground himself, letting the heat wash over him. Letting the rage course through. He had been angry before and he had learned how to breathe through it and let it go.  Except that what should be passing through him, what should be working with his metal nature to make him more flexible, was creeping into his joints. Locking them.

Even if he were to be overwhelmed by the demon's power and will, which he wouldn't be, he shouldn't feel paralyzed... he should feel liquefied, melted down. He inhaled sharply. Instead, he felt almost brittle. Like the fire wasn't heating him at all.

He thought, abruptly, of sinking his fingers into dough heated over the stove. As a child, eager to help, he had dug into the steaming ball ready to knead it. He'd been warned that it was hot but his small hands had frozen—the dough felt cold at its heart. Paradoxical, like when hypothermia made the body feel overheated.

It was like the earth cracked under him—a shift in perspective that had him reeling. His fingers were stiff, numb as static traveled up his arms in waves. With the new understanding he no longer could perceive the name as hot, or even warm, instead he was trapped in a blistering cold.

Dread crept up inside of him and he briefly thought that he should have let Shen Yuan and his wooden nature handle this. The cold only ever left him sharp and brittle. Shen Yuan managed to seem charming even in winter; red-nosed and endearing when he pulled off his gloves so he could use his phone better, leaving them for Liu Qingge to find and return.

The thought knocked him out of the freeze just enough. Like hell he'd have Shen Yuan put himself at risk just because of a little cold. As if fire was the only crucible metal went through, when quenching was just as important.

What had at first felt like heat and rage had revealed itself to be cold and fear. He could work with that. Being flexible and breathing through it was not the best defense any longer. You had to shut cold out, you had to overcome fear. He could do both, and with that, the demon's name fit perfectly in his mouth.

The approximation he could say out loud wasn't a true reflection of the demon's name, but it was good enough, close enough, that Liu Qingge could wind power into it. He repeated for a final time, "My blood for your covenant, Luo Binghe." With all the draw that he could summon upon the demon's true name.

There was the impression of surprised blinking, the demon pulled back just a hair. Then the apparition fell into itself, condensing into a wash of bubbling black shadow until finally it incarnated on the physical plane.

The demon incarnated was humanoid, with long inky hair. It was crouched, it's limbs were long, jointed weirdly like an animal or insect; something inhuman in their articulation. It's nails were sharp, a killer spur on each dewclaw wickedly curved in a scythe shape. It had a long thick tail and leathery bat wings that were mantled over its shoulders.

When it lifted its head its black eyes seemed confused.

"No one has ever actually understood my name before." It said. Incarnation had rendered its voice low and rich, with a subtle dual harmonization. It stood slowly, it's tail lashing as it found a balance on new limbs. It's eyes met Liu Qingge’s and stayed locked to him as it approached gaining a confidence in each step.

Liu Qingge still held his hand out in offering.

The demon reached out its own hand, curling its claws around Liu Qingge's wrist. It's thumb swiped at the rivulet of blood over his skin. This close, Liu Qingge could see that its eyes were actually a deep, dark red. Idly, he wondered if they would flash in the light like a wolf's.

It drew Liu Qingge's hand to its mouth, its lips black and parted to let fangs peak between them. Liu Qingge could almost hear Shen Yuan's voice but couldn't exactly make out any words. "I accept your sacrifice." The demon said and turned its head just enough that it's nose nuzzled against the thin skin of his hand. Then it's mouth fit over his cut, its wet tongue lapping over his blood.

Power rushed through him: a circuit closing.

They were bound.

[kkami-writes]

⛤ Devil's Advocate ⛤

pairing. ot8 x fem!demon!reader synopsis. It was an accident, really. They were just messing around with the Ouija board - nothing was supposed to happen. They definitely didn't mean to summon a demon, let alone bound one to them. Now you're stuck with 8 chaotic idols, having to navigate this new life that's been thrust upon you while they try to find out how to break this curse. No one had planned on getting attached, especially to someone like you. genres. written series + half text fic, idol!au, angsty, fluff, supernatural elements, eventual smut, eventual romance, porn w/ plot lol, semi-slow burn cw/tws. tags contain spoilers! member x member relationships, polyamory/polycule, implied/referenced self harm, implied/referenced suicide, undisclosed terminal illness, mentions of heaven + hell (no references to any particular religion, mostly my own "lore" to fit the story), cameos from seventeen a/n. quick disclaimer that this is fiction!!! any actions or personalities of the members is not meant to reflect the very real people. I take a little bit of creative freedom in terms of the timeline as it starts from 2020-to present and I can only assume when things were filmed. anyway buckle up, this is supposed to be a very long haul fic lol. status: hiatus. | taglist: closed! send an ask or sign up here for the waitlist. wanna support my work? consider buying me a coffee?

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[avtrbee]

saving grace

summary: morpheus is captured by roderick burgess, but is swiftly rescued by his wife

A/n: yeah ik, ik, i should be working on love game but hehe this was way too irresistible. basically a Love game au where morpheus treated you right and you save morpheus from his imprisonment at the height if burgess’ power. Think of this as what could have been is morpheus was a better husband from the beginning. gif not mine !!

Jessamy was your final warning that Roderick Burgess is not your normal opponent. He was such a ridiculously luck-favored individual that despite failing to capture Death, he had imprisoned the next best thing. He stole his tools, bringing him prosperity. The magician Burgess became renowned in the waking world, a man of miracles, blessed by the gods who created magic themselves, and- some say, has a demon locked in his basement.

You had tried to enter it once, thinking that you could just pop by and drag Dream from his cage, but someone had tipped Burgess to write runes around every entrance and exit in his house that weaken you and can ban you from entering, unless someone wanted you in. You have a strong hunch that they were the same person to warn the magician not to break the summoning circle, and enclose Dream inside a glass sphere.

You were with Jessamy, helping her dodge every bullet Burgess had tried to aim. It is through Jessamy that you finally get your first glance of the mansion’s inner lodgings, preening forward as Jessamy lights up a fire and hides in the corners of the mansion until, finally, you are greeted with the first sight of Dream in a year.

His unruly hair was the first thing you saw, before he slowly lifted his head up in hope. Morpheus is stripped bare, without his helm, ruby and pouch of sand. Without any robes. He looks at Jessamy with adoration. Wherever Dream the Endless goes, there will always be his loyal raven not too far behind. But there was a quick lift of his lips as he spots his bird- a private smile. That one is for you.

Though you were far, far away from Earth, you could hear the small clink Jessamy’s beak made as she frantically pecked on the glass orb that holds your husband. You watch in devastation how the hope in Morhpeus’ eyes faded away, replaced by a look of utter resignment. Still, he lifts his hand to touch his glass cage to his precious bird. 

While in her head, you could feel Jessamy’s emotions, how she was as desperate as you to set her lord go, her utter relief at how she finally entered the house after months of trying, and her overwhelming fear that something was going to go wrong. You feel how Jessamy pushes and fails to push this lingering fear of death that she senses in the air, trying her best to focus on the glass, to keep pecking, and pecking until-

Until nothing. 

You open your eyes with a start and mouth agape, grasping your sheets in freight as you feel a phantom pain at your back. You try to remember where you are as you get up from bed. You feet touches a lush red rug that stretches a little more after the bed ends, a floor with pristine marble walls that shimmer as you walk, and a mirror on your right that if you go through would take you to your own realm.

Home. This is where you are, home in the Dreaming, home to the private chamber you share with your husband, Dream. Dream, who is not here. Dream, who is in the waking world, held prisoner by some amateur magician who got lucky.

You know what you must do. You exit your room and walk towards his throne room in a hurry, up the stairs to his seat of power uninterrupted until you sense a quiet presence with you.

Lucienne is at the foot of the steps, looking at you in both sadness and fear as she spots your bow and quiver with your person, your trusted weapons that will aid you in whatever comes next.

“My lady,” she starts, and her warm dark gaze falls on you as you stare at her eyes back. Somehow there is an entire conversation that was said in silence as you look at each other's gaze. You can hear her warnings, her hesitations on your leave, her worry on the slowly deteriorating state of the Dreaming. You can hear her attempts to persuade to stay, that perhaps Morpheus would free himself soon. In your ears, you can also hear your replies, your attempts to soothe her worry, your promises to come back. It is not lost to you that you may be repeating the exact same thing your husband said. 

“Safe travels.” She says instead and you know you have gotten her blessing.

You slip into the waking world without a moment’s thought.

-

There are three facts you recite to yourself as you approach the Burgess Manor in all its splendor. First, there is a party tonight. The Burgess monarch seems to love these parties, having one at every month, each growing more extravagant than the last. There is a growing crowd of eager party goers hoping to catch a glimpse and the favor of the Burgess monarch. Two, thanks to the runes carved above every entrance of the house, you must be invited inside.

You walk towards the crowd in confidence, putting on a show to anyone who is looking. You glance to your right as you see yourself in the reflection of a car window- utterly gorgeous. Lips as red as the blood you will cry tonight, eyes as dark as sunless sky and your smile as deadly as your fury. Three, you are the most beautiful girl in the party. 

Not that it matters, you think to yourself as you walk through the crowd who parts as you strut. They will all see who they want to see.

You catch a boy guarding the front door as he lets other guests in. You follow the line of people, before catching the arm of an unsuspecting man, halting him from entering the door.

“Wha- oh. Oh, hello, may I help you?” His initial anger has immediately faded as he saw you, replaced by an infatuated grin. You squint your eyes when you realize he is not a reminder of his lady wife when he looks at you, but rather a girl from a whore house a couple of blocks from his home.

“I can’t help but to notice you were unaccompanied on this lovely night,” you start, tugging his arm closer until you are hugging it. “I was wondering if I can keep you company tonight…?”

The nameless man smiles easily. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

You giggle in delight and the man leads you towards the door. As you passed by the carved runes of the door, you felt a wave of fatigue run over that almost made you stumble. The man you are thankfully does not notice, as his head was still in the clouds of scoring a woman so beautiful. 

But despite his luck, the man quickly announces his leave as soon as he sees Roderick Burgess on a chair. He is more eager to save his dying company than to have the presence of Love themselves, it seems. You do not mind and laugh comfortingly as he mournfully apologizes as he takes his leave, giving you not one, but four longing glances as he approached his target. You do not mind. The nameless man had let you inside and led you to Roderick Burgess in less than five minutes. You would have considered blessing him if only he was faithful to his marriage. 

You slink behind people, accepting a glass of champagne to blend in but never leaving your sights off the man who had imprisoned Dream. He is constantly surrounded by different people, some part of his household, but most were his fellow amateur magicians and cultists, eager to get his acquaintance. You wait until he is finally alone. He stands to walk, and you follow. 

“All that talking must be tiring.” You have heard that he has a lover already, a young blonde girl that is often seen hanging on his arms in these types of events. But the fact that you had not seen her yet tonight makes you optimistic. That and how you wear his old wife’s face, the one that face that Randall inherited- its why he loved him the best, you know you have won. “Isn’t it tiring?”

It takes a second for him to reply, too taken aback by a dead face. “It is but a necessary evil of the powerful,” he says, offering you his arm. You happily accept and cling to it. “Do you drink, fair lady?” 

“I do, but I am not as fond of wine, sir.” You reply. You place your hand on his chest as a spur of red magic ignites out of your palms. You feel his heart and squeeze. “I’m afraid you must drink twice as much for the both of us tonight.”

Love me, love me, love me, your magic inside him chants.

Roderick Burgess smiles and laughs like a happy man, and you knew you spoke like his dead wife came to life. Despite his sins against Morpheus, you find comfort to at least provide him this brief fantasy. A human’s grief has always hit you a hard, and you would have felt bad for exploiting his mourning if he did not have you husband locked under his house.  You know what you must do. 

You patiently wait with a smile getting harder to hide as the hours pass by. You watch as Roderick Burgess receives drink after drink, never declining a glass of wine that was offered. You wait until he is stumbling in his walk, until he needs you by his side to keep himself from falling.   

The party was long over when he was finished. All guests had retreated home, or had passed out in the living room. Roderick Burgess clings on your shoulder as he thinks you are leading him to his bedroom. He is too drunk to notice that you have not climbed the stairs, but rather down to the hallway, towards the door to his basement.

You halted at the door that Jessamy had previously entered. “What is behind this door, sir? Surely not another one of your living rooms?”

Roderick took a glance at the door and laughed. “A great failure,” he replies. “But a blessing in disguise nonethelessh.”

His voice slurs and you smile. “Impossible. Failure does not know Roderick Burgess,” you say and he laughs even harder. “After all, they whisper of the demon you keep in your basement.”

He shrugs himself off your grip as he stumbles towards the door. “Failure? I know it well, girl. My son, gone. My wife-“ he mournfully looks at you before quickly looking away out of grief or lust, you do not know.  “-is dead. You think I do not know what you are doing? You’re just like the rest of them! So hungry for power, so hungry for what I can give.”

You seethe. He cannot give anything. Every single blessing that was brought forth to his life was because of your husband's stolen tools. 

“You are jushh like the rest of ‘em,” he declares, his words getting louder and sloppier. “But tonight, I shall show you, thanks to the wonderful company you’ve given me tonight.”

You did not give him good company. Roderick had fun by himself drink after drink. You had merely waited. 

He swings the basement doors open and enters and you follow quietly behind him like a silent shadow. There is a stone hallway that you go through before finally, you see your husband’s sphere cage. At the sound of your voice, Morpheus lets out a small grin. His eyes were curious, head tilting in confusion on what you were doing down here. You make it a point not to look at him.

“He is not a demon,” Roderick starts, walking to Dream. He stops before the summoning circle. “He is Endless. More than a God, but less than Death.” Roderick turns to you and beckons you with his hand. You accept his hand gracefully, and Roderick leads you beside him. At the corner of your eye, you see Morpheus look at your conjoined palms. “I had tried to summon Death for my Randall. I got him instead,” he spits angrily. 

“Then what does he do?” You ask, eyeing at the summoning circle. You see Dream’s prison, but you do not know how to break it yet. You must be smart. “And this?” You ask, your foot gesturing to the runes written on the floor. 

You were tugged back harshly before your foot could even touch the circle. “Break that circle and he will kill you.” Roderick hissed in an angry breath. Morpheus’ eyes darken at Roderick’s grating action, but dared not to move. 

“He does not bargain,” Roderick starts, looking back at Morpheus and you take it as your cue to move back slowly. You feel your bow appear in your hands, strong and steady just like how you must be. There is already an arrow ready on it waiting for you. “nor does he show any sort of emotions.” 

You nock the arrow, keeping your eyes on the man. Before you, Morpheus eyes your weapon but keeps a passive face giving nothing away from your scheme.

“He cannot do anything at all.” Roderick raises a hand and gestures for you without turning. “Come, love. Say hi. Don’t be afraid, he cannot even speak.”

You look at Morpheus in the eye and raise your bow to Roderick’s head. “Hello, Dream.”

Morpheus looks at you now with all the fondness in his eyes and the softest smile on his lips- the rare kind of look reserved for a selected few that you receive in bulk. “Hello, wife.”

You could see Roderick’s confused frown reflected on the glass sphere before turning his head to you. As if in slow motion, you watch his eyes darken in fury and embarrassment as he realizes he has been tricked. He opens his mouth, but your arrow hits his head first. You watch as your arrow disappears as soon as it hits its mark, and you wait for Roderick Burgess to hit the floor before you scramble to the floor and erase as much of the summoning circle as you can. You frantically scrub every written symbol you can reach until there is a wide gap.

“My Love,” Morpheus calls, halting your action. You turn to him, relishing to see him through your eyes. You raise your hand against the sphere and Dream does the same. So close and yet so far. 

“I am sorry about Jessamy,” you whisper, guilt lacing every word. Your husband closes his eyes in pain, as if reliving the exact memory of his trusted bird dying in front of him. “What must I do?” You look around quickly. “Morpheus, we don’t have much time and I- I am weakened here. There are runes, and if you want to get out you must do it now.”

“I cannot break this cage from the inside, my Love.” Dream says with the same resigned look on his face. “Leave me, if you must-“

“No!” You shriek. “No, please, Morpheus-“ You look around again, searching for the room for anything that might help. There were two desks before the sphere, probably for the guards stationed around Dream, but you do not see any firearms. There is nothing strong enough to break his cage, until the thought finally dawns upon you.

“I must cry,” you realize. 

You drop to the floor as soon as you say the words, squeezing your eyes shut as the familiar pain of your blood tears start streaming from your face. You have felt fire burn before, but nothing will ever compare to the poisonous magic your tears bring. Your head feels like it's frozen and on fire at the same time, but your eyes carry the most damage your tears bring, making them feel like a hot white pain. It is a burn, poison and freezing at the same time.

Despite your weakened state, you managed to clutch a single arrow out. You grip on it like it's your lifeline before putting it’s tip under your eye to catch your blood tears. 

“Love, why must you weep for me?” Morpheus asks, kneeling down in his cage, trying his best to be as close as he could. 

You try to laugh. “I have been deprived of my husband for almost a decade, my lord,” you reply weakly, still bowing at your burning eyes. As soon as you know the arrow is coated fully with your blood tears, you halt crying and weakly nock the arrow immediately. “He was taken from me.”

Morpheus, familiar to the power your blood tears hold, had backed away as far as he could in his glass cage. You waste no moment aiming your arrow towards the glass and shoot. The glass explodes with a loud boom that echoes across the room, shaking the basement and the house above you. Distantly, you hear screams above and you wonder if you had accidentally caused an earthquake. Your arrow makes you fly across the room, hitting the stone wall that you were behind before.

But all thoughts leave your head when a familiar touch holds your face gently. Morpheus is finally in front of you, his hands feeling so warm despite not being human. He looks at you with stars in his eyes and a smile of adoration on his mouth.

“But crying pains you.”

You feel his thumb wipe your blood tears away, staining your cheeks even redder. “I would cry rivers of blood if it means having you back.”

You smile in his hands, eyes bloodshot and cheeks stained red. Morpheus has never seen you so beautiful. Slowly, he leans forward and gives you a kiss on your head before cradling your head again to look at you. 

Your husband is not one to say his words aloud, but you heard thank you, I’m sorry, and I love you through his kiss all the same. 

“Let us go home,” you say, grasping his hand and kissing his palm. 

“As long as Dream of the Endless is with Love, his wife,” Morpheus starts. “He is already home.”

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[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Witch/Demon AU

Where the reader is a witch and task force 141 are the demons you made a pact with. (Slight fantasy elements because of magic)

Warnings: demons (not religious tho), made up witchy things, pretty much just fluff for this one

Kinda long I just wrote stuff

It had been a mistake, a big one but a mistake nonetheless and now you were a witch with four different pacts to four different demons

You almost don't want to call them demons since they act pretty much like regular humans, especially since they have human jobs in the military

Almost

The boys will always remind you just who you made a pact with, whether that be by scaring you (unintentionally or not) or showing you the full capacity of their abilities

They're not over at your house very often since they work a lot but when they do have a break they will show up in your house unannounced

You've been startled before when you see Gaz chilling out on your couch watching TV or Soap is napping on your bed

Soap likes to spook you using mirrors or by showing up randomly

"Soap I'm in the shower!"

"And I'm dirty as hell scoot over."

Price doesn't visit often as Soap and Gaz do but you've noticed that the house gets a little warm when he does and you wonder if he does it on purpose of if that's just him

Ghost visits but he doesn't make himself known as often as you'd like

He's scared you more than once when you've spotted him in a corner or within the shadows of a dark room

They act like your house is their house

Technically, it is now that you have a pact with all of them but that doesn't stop you from being upset when they've eaten all your food and racked up your bills

"All of you have to start pitching in or I'm sending you back to wherever you came from."

Naturally they do it because you could easily do that to them

Having four pacts means you've become quite the powerful witch

Your magic is powerful

You can do a lot of spells that many witches can't and sometimes you have to be careful or else you could hurt yourself

They like watching you cast spells and do rituals, though they've gotten rid of the summoning ritual since you don't need any more pacts

The boys are very protective of you

Anyone deemed a threat to you will surely regret it and the only reason why they would still be alive is because you've told them they can't do it

You've come close to seeing their true forms, but they're quick to make sure you don't

"We just don't want to give you nightmares." Gaz smiles and you always look at his sharp teeth

All of them have wiggled themselves into your dreams before for the hell of it

They all refuse to possess you unless you ask them to, they may be demons but they have manners

You like it when they show their horns and tails because they're all unique to them

You're an unofficial member of Task Force 141

Overall, you gained four new friends who happened to be demons who have to do what you tell them to but they like you so they will anyway

Tags: @deadbranch @writeforfandoms @tiredmetalenthusiast @coleishere @xintothewoodswegox

A/N: pretty generic but maybe I’ll write four separate fics for each of them so they can get their love equally if you guys like it

[queenofallimagines]

Satan if you were a satanist before you arrived in the devildom

A/n: listennnn in between getting dragged by the Lucifer chat bots, writing two really long fics and having brain worms about this Au I’ve had so many thoughts and Satan has landed in my radar☺️ asmo and Simon are NEXT bc guardian angels are a whole DIFFERENT can of worms

I’m gunna use like ACTUAL satanic lore mixed in w the game lore

Satan:

- okay so boom

- Right off the bat he can tell you are different

- Sitting back waiting to see how you react to everyone

- Takes note you’re much more respectful to him than the rest

- Thought you were walking on eggshells because you were terrified of him but you ain’t scared at all

- You see through all his pranks

- “He’ll probably see that coming a mile away. Try moving it over here Lucifer don’t check there.”

- Color him impressed

- Does see you don’t really freak out like his brothers when he goes into one of his little rage fits

- When he offered to make the pact with you to piss Lucifer off you were really caught at a pass

- Like for one you technically already have a soft pact with him being a devotee

- But also you don’t want to disrespect him by saying no

- Choosing to not get on Lucifer’s bad side because you still do have a mission to do in that attic, soyou politely decline

- “I’m sorry, but I’m not going to make a pact with you that isn’t built on a mutual trust and understanding”

- He’s always told you to sniff out a trap and you were NOT falling for it

- Blinded by rage for not getting his way, that’s when he lashes out

- He feels something weird in his chest when he looks at you in that moment but he can’t quite understand it. Like a tugging feeling at the back of his head trying to tell him something

- When you get caught I. The middle of the whole “they’re the same person thing” you just roll your eyes

- “No shit they’re not the same person🙄😒 Satan and Lucifer couldn’t be more different, Lucifer is the morning star and Satan is more tricker than anything :/ crazy how yall don’t do research”

- Ngl he almost fell for you right then and there

- He cannot STAND that especially when humans call anything and everything Satan and refer to him and Lucifer like they’re the same person.

- Looks at you with star eyes for a second before sticking to you like glue. He’s very fascinated with you and wants to study you under a microscope

- Ask you if you’re like Solomon and have been studying for years

- Did you manage to get your hands on some devildom textbook somehow?

- Maybe even some texts form the celestial realm

- “Not really but that would be super cool to read.”

- He himself hates misinformation so you be correcting all the demon brothers with the quickness

- Lucifer is very annoyed and Satan is elated

- Notices you looking at him a lot, like you’re analyzing him

- Ofc he’s blunt and isn’t gunna beat around the bush he asks you what you’re doing starring at him like that

- “It’s really nice to see what you actually look like… if you’re shape shifting all the time and this is the form you stay in full time it’s… nice to see you face to face”

- Confused for a second because he doesn’t often make trips directly to the human world even for a summoning

- “Well I mean, in the human world we don’t actually know what you look like. The only book that has a description of what you looked like and are has the pages mysteriously ripped out and have never been found. I assume that was your doing?”

- Shocked pikachu bc he fr forgot he did that in his younger years

- His mischievous tendencies have been delegated directly to Lucifer, he understands the value of books now

- “Ah,,, I do recall doing that. It would make sense why you’re starring at me so hard.”

- Blushes when you call him a pretty boy

- Like he’s in his room kicking his feet giggling

- You bring him his offerings directly

- He won’t even realize you’re doing deity work with him and is just excited to spend time with you

- Whenever you come back home from class or whatever you give him little things you got in your way back or snacks he likes

- Nobody has ever seen satan smile this much

- Lucifer peeps when it’s your turn to cook dinner you just so happen to favor foods Satan likes and uses ingredients he does to cook too

- Will be very suspicious of you mirroring his behavior

- Satan is none the wiser truly he’s assure at familiar feeling is like some star crossed lovers stuff and you were meant to meet by fates hands

- Has so many cute cat themed things in his room from you

- Lucifer is not liking how you seem to be trying to gain his trust for your own reasons but he can’t sense anything malicious.

- He can’t pinpoint any alternate motive for this behavior

- Satan will not notice until someone points it out to him

- Lucy straight up asks you why you’re getting so friendly with him

- Mammon also chimes in that you seem like you’re sucking up to him, and Satan feels conflicted be he doesn’t like how they’re accusing you but also the fact that you might be just being nice to him because you want something is setting his nerves on fire

- Rolling your eyes you shoot back at Lucifer that you’re just worshiping Satan like you usually do

- The old man is takes aback and Satan is like…. I beg your pardon?😀

- “Satan has been my patron for years now, the only thing that’s different is that I can give him my offerings and ask him for help directly”

- Mammon is chewing the carpet he’s supposed to be your first man!

- Satan is flabbergasted and is searching his memory for this information

- Before he remembers

- “How did I not notice??”

- “I thought you knew??”

- “NO???”

- Dinner is wild bc now asmo asking for embarrassing memories of you

- Rip bc Satan gon tell it ALL😭

- I feel like he’d be the type to keep a log so he might not remember every single face and name because he does fuck with some people who summon him

- Grabs your notebook from his room and starts reciting shit BAR FOR BAR

- “Oh yeah i remember this! You were quite a rowdy child picking fights with everyone. Your temper was awful”

- “YOU DO NOT GET TO FUCKING SAY THAY TO ME!!”

- laughing because he’s taking a stroll down memory lane and he’s dragging you along

- Can feel your anger a mile away, he’s in your ear now more than EVER going “don’t you want to go apeshit?”

- Constantly encouraging you to loose your temper on Lucifer

- He feeds off your rage and it feels almost euphoric to him, because he’s an instigator if anything😭

- “Where the fuck is your rage?? Lucifer was definitely disrespecting you👀👀”

- Exhausting

- Lucifer will get on him about having you up for hours on end reading and studying when you need to sleep

- You will NOT fail any class not on his fucking watch! He’s gunna make sure you excel in this exchange program academically

- Even if he’s not who you ask for things he’s helping you

- “Do NOT as belphie for help with dream interpretation I’ll help you!!”

- Very proud to show you off

- “Y’all see MY human?”

- Mammon is trying not to start problems on purpose

- He will probably bend you over Lucifer’s desk bestie it’s inevitable

- If you’re intimate before he knows he’s really gentle and makes sure to take his time with you

- If it’s after he will be rough and mean

- He definitely cares about you and loves you but he will pretend he’s using you as a toy

- As if he’s your god and you’re nothing but a lowly mortal designed to be used and filled up by him

- Choking you out and breeding you for hours on end

- Will be so incredibly gentle with aftercare it’s almost like he’s a different person

- “Look at you drooling and can’t even keep your eyes focused. Pathetic. You’re too stupid to think of anything other than how I’m ruining you”

- Makes you struggle to walk every time

- Gets carried away and marks you everywhere like diavolo asking you why there’s a hickey on your ankle😭

- Almost buys you a collar if Lucifer didn’t stop him

- Wants you to know you belong to him and you’re his little follower

- Tells you how good you are for him and gives you a nice reward

- “You’re so good for me, so eager to please and make me happy. My human deserves a reward hm?”

- Cocky asf for no reason PLEASE humble his ass!!

- Gets off on it when you pin him down and call him pathetic

- “The great avatar of wrath Satan himself bouncing on my lap like a whore desperate to get off.”

- He’s literally turning to mush for you

- Whimpering and looking at you with teary eyes

- “P-please I need to cum I’ll do anything”

- Bites back a moan when you coo at him that he’s so pathetic needing a mortal to get off

- He can feel how mean you are and your anger through your pact and it’s making his body buzz with excitement

- Panting and wiggling his hips he’s begging you to fill him up

- Call him a good kitty and he probably won’t be able to last

- Likes when you punish him like best his ass fr leave bruises make his ass bright red!!

- He’s really just attached to you and will cause a big issue when you have to leave the devildom at the end of the year😅

[ghouljams]

I just ascended while reading that Ballet!König and now I must politely ask for more serotonin via your Demon!Reader au - ☀️

Oh Sunny, I have a feeling you are going to like this.

There's a rumor among spec operators that gets squashed by the higher ups any time it starts circulating again. They say the really good(or bad considering which side of the gun you're on) operators are shadowed by demons. That any man who spills that much blood, loses enough of himself, will invite the devil himself into his steps. Command is always quick to dismiss these rumors as metaphorical nonsense, and Ghost for one is happy for that.

He's never been one for superstition, and having recruits tittering about demons and ghosts other than him is more than a little annoying when he's trying to brief them. That's one of the many perks of being in the 141. No recruits. No rumors.

Ghost grabs an enemy combatant, shooting out their knee before twisting them over his shoulder to flip them onto their back. One last bullet, clean between the eyes, to put them out of their misery.

"Perimeter secure," He tells Soap over the comms. The static comes in waves, rushing back and forth in his ear like the ocean tide. He taps his ear piece. "Soap, how copy?"

The body jerks, blood bubbling and gurgling from every hole. It jerks again, like it can't find a proper position to die in. Ghost trains his gun on it again, waiting. Waiting for what? For it to spring back to life? Christ man, get a hold of yourself. It still, blood still pouring from it. More blood than Ghost thought a body could hold. It pools closer to his boots and he steps back from it with a grimace. The blood stops. The static stops.

"Soap, how copy?" He repeats quickly.

"Ghost? Steamin' hell mate, thought we'd lost you." Soap's voice rings clear over the comm line, Ghost frowns, "Been over an hour, what the fuck have you been doing?"

He feels heavy. Making his way to the extraction point, sitting in the chopper, briefing Price on what the hell happened. Heavy as he finally collapses onto his bed in the barracks. He doesn't even bother turning the lights on, barely remembers to tug his mask off before he hits the pillow. He rolls onto his back and stares into the darkness at the ceiling.

Two eyes stare back at him, glowing, watching, as a weight settles on his chest. They tip and blink curiously at him.

"You've been doing very well for yourself," A soft feminine voice tells him.

"Debatable." Ghost tells you, hearing a hum of agreement.

"True, I think you could be doing much better with me."

"I'm fuckin' dreamin'." He tries to move, tries to conjure any feeling but the interminable stillness that's blanketed him. The lights flick on, and it's not the eyes, it's the teeth, the pearl smile that seems to promise him everything, for a price.

The woman sitting on his chest is... well just that, a woman sitting on his chest. Gorgeous with the overhead light haloing you. If the horns weren't casting shadows over him he'd almost think you were an angel. If he is dreaming, it's a damn good one.

"The hell are you," He mumbles, watching you curl like a cat to look deeper into his eyes.

"Shouldn't you know? You're the one that summoned me."

[circyexistforcontent]

The boys with a succubus/incubus god?

CULT AU WITH A DEMON READER

❀ synopsis: “And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.” 2 CORINTHIANS 11:14

❀ warnings: slight suggestive content, biblical themes, cult themes, yandere themes, just dark content ahead. Remember you're trespassing on big boy/girl/kid territory, so just be aware of what you're reading ok?

❀ notes: This will contain a lot of dark themes since this is a cult AU and Sagau. But again, thank you all for 400 followers! I don't know how to thank you all (maybe I do, I want to start a event, but let me clear my inbox real quick). spoilers for genshin lore guys...

Being summoned to another world is...certainly interesting...

You didn't expect the moment you open your eyes to be greeted with such colorful characters, and in an RPG game no less. But you aren't complaining of course! This just makes things more entertaining for your part. And being worshipped as a god? This is an entire amusement park!

Your poor, poor acolytes...they have no idea what they have just brought upon this world. If you really were the creator of all no wonder Celestia decided to just one day order the archons to commit genocide. Your influence must have also greatly affected your creations which can explain why some of your acolytes have a questionable history.

Being in your presence just heightens their obsessive tendencies, if they weren't the type to hesitate to kill for you they sure aren't hesitating now. Some might even go as far as to kill in public in front of other devotees. It doesn't matter if it's supposed to be a joyous occasion, you were in danger (or at least they try to justify their actions..) and as your devoted acolyte, they should protect you. (Shenhe, Traveler, Heizou, and Childe)

There are already ones that kill for you, but with your dark influence, they start to get a little bolder with their feelings. It would just start with lingering thoughts of your touch before it gets more provocative and they start imagining it more often. If they were brave enough, they would think about it while you were still in the same room as them. How sinful, but you don't mind♡ (Cyno, Gorou, Ei, and Zhongli)

They are the ones who know something was wrong with the supposed "Almighty one". They can just sense that something was not right and will immediately distance themselves from you as much as it hurts them too. They would observe you from afar to confirm any of their claims, but it backfires. Your voice is one of a siren, and like a pirate, they follow your voice only to be drowned in the very ocean they loved. But they didn't know drowning in the ocean can be this...euphoric (Dainslef, Venti, Ayaka, Kazuha)

This batch has more control over their yandere tendencies, but their acts of worship intensify. Festivals/Holidays will be hosted by them, and while some of them don't have the influence and money to host an event they will be helping with the preparations for the event (Jean, Noelle, Ayato, Ningguang, Diluc)

They will worship you, but some may take a step back after seeing you out of character. You were always so considerate and kind, they didn't think you would order them to draw your symbol with the khanreian's hilichurls blood. At the end of the day, they will still do what you please in hopes you will have a reward for them.

If you have any features from your demon form (slit pupils, horns, claws, sharp teeth, wings, etc) they won't think anything ill of them. If anything some would adore them openly. Dragons exist, and hybrids aren't uncommon on Teyvat. They would assume you might be a hybrid of a greater celestial species, and it would have many legends based off of it. The acolytes that have horns or any sort of similar feature would feel connected to you in a way and are honored to even have something in common with you.

But no matter how they claim to adore you or how honored they are to worship you, they can feel themselves hurl at your mere presence. Some even feel ill when they stay beside you for too long, and they would assume they are being punished. Or you are feeling negative and one of your powers is to project your emotions onto the environment around you.

But is it really? You have the same smile on your face while they choke on their own blood. You laugh at them after they confess to you about the night terrors that they get every time they spend a day with you. You left them to die after you "trained" them to get stronger.

They are foolish to convince themselves that you care, but some like to believe that you are doing this cause you care for them, how pitiful of them. I'm going to give an example, Venti would try to argue with you if you ever try to spur trouble on Monstadt, saying how it's not right and that the people should have a say in your decision. But after hours of gaslighting convincing he would shut his mouth as you declare a new law that restricts basic human rights. His people will understand, this is normal for sure...right?

The other archons like Ei and Zhongli, mostly Ei, will not think twice about your new changes in their nation. Nahida would be the ONLY normal archon who would know that you are no god. You're just a poser, a demon, a vermin from the underworld taking advantage of your follower's obsession. She will try her best to make her nation aware of who you really are, but what's the guarantee they will listen to her?

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships oh i just thought of a VERY angsty idea

What if there was another time Mal confronted Alastor in the au where he cheated? But this time, it was for him letting Theo go to a duel at nineteen??

Like what if Mal, during that, turned into her full demon form and she was almost unrecognizable because of it? Like she was a fucking wild animal because she lost control of everything? Like my characterization of Mal is that she is holding back a lot of grudge in her life. She was a murderer in life so if she gets angry, she forgets control of herself and just loses it. She has a lot of pent up anger to those men she killed that was probably sent down there.

And she loved Theo. Emma was hurt as well. (In this au i think they are dating ok im changing things in my head) and Theo was too sweet for hell. He deserved to be in heaven. But he died before he got to do that.

Not to mention aponi..

A mother's heartbreak is one thing i wouldn't even wish upon my worst enemy.

Aponi was so, SO broken. That boy was all she had after al cheated.

So mal, knowing all of this, had a lot of rage in her.

She was determined to dethrone him.

She could stand a chance, but Alastor has more experience. She knows that.

But she's still willing to try

So she transforms in this demon form, her eyes glowing. She forgot about how she used to be friends with him. She set that aside because he's nothing but a prick to her now.

And there's a fight scene in my head where Mal in her full demon form just flies towards him, pinning him against the wall as she basically drools, and then alastor pushes her off, still trying to reason with her because he still loves aponi and knows that mal is her friend.

Then yk that Ray vs. Dr. Facilier's shadows scene before he died?

Al charges his shadows at her only for her to kick them or some sort of thing like that because her legs glow and stuff (also she fights them off with her eyes)

Then she charges against Alastor again.

Alastor then pulled the whole tentacles thing but she was quick as a bug. One tentacle caught her, but she cut it off, still focusing on Alastor.

Alastor felt a little.. nervous around her for the first time. Her rage was.. interesting.

Entertaining, even.

He was done reasoning with her and decided to just turn into his demon form as well.

Now Mal would've been scared, but in her mind was aponi's face when she collapsed on the ground crying, Emma locking herself up in the room, and more importantly, Theodore.

She knew once he was serious she wouldn't stand a chance

But she felt like for those three, she could atleast try.

Then another fight sequence. Mal does the "eye trick" but it never blinded him, it just sent him tumbling back a little. So, quick as a bug she took a chance

But Alastor was quicker and summoned a holy knife in his hands, but it wasn't to kill her. It was to scare her. She can heal from HIS attacks, so she was fearless. She's a sinner. Dead alone can't kill the dead. But with a holy equipment, you can.

.....but mal was too blinded by her anger like a wild animal lost in control and still drove straight to him, and Al, holding the knife, had stabbed her. In the gut, I think. She shrieks in pain, but still wrapped her hand around his neck. But it was no use. It was holy.

But Alastor still was in his full form, grinning as he'd won.

...not until Aponi walked into the scene. Then Al realized what he'd done.

He caused her another heartbreak.

But what was he meant to do?

Like, not completely hamilton but kinda following the story but with a very angsty twist i made up in my head lmfao

Also to add: this is one of the main parts of the reason why Vox killed Alastor. Cause Vox as both burr and jefferson... would be a lil weird because alastor endorsed vox to win against.. vox! So i think Your Obedient Servant would be very more interesting if this is what drove vox to kill alastor >:)

To each their own, though but this is my own lol

[ja3hwa]

DAY 10 : Threesome/Ritual - W.S

「Title」 : Crave Sex Like It's Air

「Word count」 : 1.08k

-> Genre: Smut, Fantasy Au, Supernatural

Paring: (Wooyoung & San) WooSan x Reader

[Warnings] : Demons. Mentions of ritualistic summonings. Incubus (Sex Demons) Warlocks Yeosang. Old Ruins/Symbols for Spell Casting. Threesome. Making out, Marking, Hints of Double penetration. Unprotected sex (Don't do that). Anal (don't do that without prep) Demon Wooyoung and San. Dirty Talk. Let me know If I missed anything.

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You had written the symbols on the floorboards with a small piece of chalk. Just like your friend said. Desperation had consumed your being. Worry filling your soul. It had been days since you'd seen your lovers. You became scared they were lost in the under realms. So you went to someone who knew a summoning spell. Yeosang, a powerful warlock, and also a close friend of your boyfriends. He had gifted it to you. So you sat on the floor, rings and ruins around you. You started the chant, slowly, and clearly. The floor started to rumble, while the chalk lines start to light up.

Once the last word is said, the glowing and the energy ebbs away. Did it work? You look around and see nothing different. Frustration grows in your chest as you look over the runes again on the ground. Then a soft hand catches you off guard, caressing your face. Lifting it up to have a look at you, a sigh of relief washes over you.

An incubus stands in front of you, his eyes, purple and skin that shimmers like a pearl. His hair, dark that falls over his face but you can see the grin wide across it. A light chuckles comes from across the room and you whip your head to see another, laying around on your bed rubbing his neck like he just experienced whiplash. His taller and more human figure made your heart jump. But his eyes still glisten that demon purple that made you fall in love all over again each time you see them.

"I was getting worried." You finally spoke, choking slightly as tears began to overwhelm you. Wooyoung's hand what still held under your chin, rubs over your cheek slightly, making you feel a familiar calmness. You missed them so much, more than you thought you did.

"We were okay. We had to stay down there longer than we thought." San's voice whispered behind you, his hot breath pooling against your ear making you jump slightly. Wooyoung then dropped his fingers from your chin, walking over aimlessly to the table with the old witchy books and candles on it.

"Besides it's not really like there is phone reception in hell." He was cheeky so you knew he meant nothing by the sly comment. San turned your body slowly, his hands raking over your hips. He didn't waste time, kissing you passionately. Something you had been missing since they left. Wooyoung just watched silently, enjoying the view of his two lovers making out feverishly.

"A little desperate are we?" San mumbles into the kiss, feeling you bite his bottom lip while chasing him as he tries to pull away. You huff out a breath through your nose in response continuing your assault on him. It's been far too long without them and you weren't about to waste any time. Wooyoung moved quickly pulling you by your hips to spin you around away from San. You let out a groan from his actions but quickly swallowed any whiny remarks when his lips latched onto your neck, sucking a harsh mark onto the skin. San towers over your body, pushing himself flush against you so you could feel his bulge against your ass. His teeth pull against the lobe of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. All the while Wooyoung litters your neck in bright hickeys.

"And here I thought Woo and I were supposed to be the sex demons." San's low voice growled in your ear. Wooyoung made quick with his hands as he stripped your lower half of your pants and underwear.

"Maybe you two have just rubbed off on me." You choke suddenly feeling Wooyoung's cold fingers slide up your wet folds. Strange how, for a demon, he always seems to have cold hands. San pushed you slightly into Wooyoung's grasp, your head now leaning against the redhead's shoulder. He used his free hand to wrap around your waist holding you steady while he pumped his fingers deep inside you.

"W-Woo…" You became so focused on Wooyoung that you hadn't noticed San stripping behind you. Giving Wooyoung a little show first, He spat on his hand so he could lube his cock up, pumping it a few times. Wooyoung groans watching this unfold in front of him.

"Here. Give them to me." San gripped both your shoulders, pulling your body fully away from Wooyoung, making his fingers fall out of your greedy hole. You cried at the loss of contact but San was quick to pick you up, wrapping your legs around his hips so his cock could sink into you in one go.

"Fuck I missed your pussy so much, baby. You know how hard it is being away from our little sex toy?" San groans in your ear, walking over to the wall so he could start fucking you against it. "Our kind needs sex like oxygen. We need it every day. And going a day without you is like being left for dead under the ocean." His thrusts were erratic making you moan loudly. Your fingers find the ends of his pitch hair, tugging harshly on the strands making him groan in response.

"Woo and I can only fuck so much before we are left craving you." Hearing your lover confess about fucking one another while being away from you sparks fantasies in your mind. San on top of Woo, gifting him all the pleasure he could desire. But yet it wouldn't be the same without you in the middle of it.

"Let's Just say we also missed you a lot." Wooyoung's voice made you open your eyes that you didn't realize were shut. His large hands grip your ass, turning you so instead of San pounding into you while using the wall as a stabilizer, it was now Wooyoung body keeping you in place. "Take a deep breath." his words made you gulp, shakily taking the breath he ordered while he sinks his cock in your tight ass. You felt so full, pain and pleasure mixing together. You couldn't help but question if you liked the pain or the pleasure more, but at this point, you couldn't care less. You were just happy to have your boys back. And also very happy to have them deep inside you.

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[goodboyaudios]

So I was rewatching the "betraying your friends" ep from MOTH, and was wondering something...when Cataclysm offered power to Zed, what if he DID accept it? What would happen then?

I actually made a while AU about this on Discord so I'm happy to share it here!

I'm now calling it: BIRTH OF THE SECOND SUN In this timeline, Mirrin is killed by Mahann and Zed is humiliated by Mahann and Gienne. He does manage to snatch away the Demonomicon, but he is truly alone with no one to warn him or comfort him in any way. Without hesitation, he accepts Cataclysm's offer…

After accepting Cataclysm's gift for power, Zed becomes a sorcerer of Untempic and Faenic elements. He is now just as powerful as the guardian, but while the guardian has a balance on such energies, Zed does not. On top of that, the quick influx of power overwhelms him, forcing him to go crazy, but he doesn't become the next Anarchanist, he transcends it. He sees things beyond normal perception, witnesses events that may never happen, but always had, he decides to continue where his long deceased mother left off.

He teleports straight to Makkaro's house in a display of divine fury. Makkaro, realizing the power Zed has received, panics and flees to his castle, narrowly avoiding his death. He knows its only a matter of time before Zed finds him again. He summons forth the Snake Titan and prepares for battle. Both of them are connected in some way to Cataclysm and they both have similar goals, but while Makkaro wants to do it in the name of justice and revenge, Zed wants to do it to unify and prepare the Manasians for something that could spell the end of everything. Just as Makkaro has set up a few rudimentary defenses, Zed appears.

The battle is hard fought and the effects are felt across the world. The undead and vampires pose no threat to Zed and are instantaneously dealt with. The snake titan is the only edge Makkaro has over Zed as its body cannot be destroyed, nor can it even be penetrated by anything from Manas. Even the Guardian couldn't defeat it. So instead, Zed, being the little smarty-pants he is, uses his incredible power to create time magic out of thin air, and using it to reset Shee Khan into it's original form. It is now alive, containing its soul that was once trapped in the desert of Shee, and it is pissed off at Makkaro.

But Makkaro isn't a fool either. He wasn't sure if Shee Khan would be always willing to serve him, so he implanted magical runes within the body of Shee Khan to send it back to the desert if something were to go awry. The downside of this teleport is that it causes massive seismic and ecological damage to the ocean, creating chasms and sending tsunamis to the east and west. Now, its just Zed and Makkaro. Makkaro attempts to reason with Zed. He asks him what he wants, to which Zed responds, "To crush any opposition". Makkaro realizes that he has no choice now, but to fully submit himself to the demonic magic. In order to prevent this tyrant from rising, he must become what he was doomed to be. A Lich Anarchanist. After submitting to his dark power, the fight truly begins…

Raze, the Guardian, hasn't been able to be touched, because the magic that gets near her cell fizzles away to nothing. However, that doesn't stop the shockwaves from knocking the walls loose and allowing Raze to rescue Taurus. Upon reuniting and seeing Zed and Makkaro go at it like Dragonball characters, Raze intervenes. She realizes she can't kill either of them as Makkaro's lich form seems to be un-killable and Zed is using BS time magic. As she looks at the two fighting, she remembers the time she entered through the Lightmaster engines. She recognizes that these two, through their conflict have become a source of infinite power. They have become the sentient light.

While I'm still thinking about this, I'd like to say Raze also made Makkaro and Zed dream in the Second sun. In this dream, Zed and the guardian went on an adventure and ran into Detective Aetherward and Gienne on another case. While working together, Zed realizes that he just wanted a family and Makkaro and Gienne have talked about children. In this timeline, Makkaro and Gienne are safely together without threat from the family. And Zed's family isn't murdered, but just travels a lot and doesn't have as much time for him. Zed becomes adopted by Makkaro and Gienne and even becomes a big brother to their birth child. The Guardian watches over them as a close friend and even helps Zed reunite with his long lost family on occasion. But in the end, it's just a dream shared by two dying consciousnesses.

[satanic-witchcraft]

Guess who's got more au lore for Baker-wally!! (I worked hard on this with some friends and mutuals in the Discord server)

Tw: Disturbing themes, cannibalism, implied abuse, violence, demonic-ritual stuff, overall Just... Huge trigger warning! This is a bit dark!

The overall lore, so far:

Wally was unstable from childhood, grew up in a violent home, baking was always a coping mechanism for wally... Whenever wally was sad or angry, he would bake. This always kept wally calm... And happy. Wally found from early childhood that sugar improved his mood immensely... By large amounts. (this lead to later-on sugar pills, to keep himself happy and.. mostly stable)

One day during his childhood, a close friend of wally's passed away. Wally (being completely off his rocker already) ended up eating their corpse in a desperate and crazed attempt to stay close to them... and never forget them. But upon doing that he got a sudden addiction to it, to the taste of the flesh... and began going out late at night to kill innocent folks and would frequently draw little pictures in the victim's blood.

However one evening upon doing this... He accidentally drew some kind of demonic entity symbol (A swirl to be specific 🌀) which summed... Well... And entity. (because it was drawn in blood) which lead wally into the knowledge of the paranormal, etc etc.

Realizing all of this... He tried to convince the entity he'd accidentally summoned, to bring his friend back. But the entity couldn't do so... because wally had eaten and harmed the corpse... Meaning they couldn't be brought back, because they had no physical body to be brought back TO anymore.

Wally was discouraged by this, but the entity decided to give wally an offer... The entity took a quick liking to wally.

So the entity proposed a deal... Keep making sacrifices to them, and the entity would assist wally... Giving wally SOME of their mind and time manipulation abilities to use however he wished. The only downside, is that this mind manipulation could only go so far... And could only erase others memories for so long. (There was a time-limit on how long the memories would stay erased, in a sense.)

Wally of course took the deal without hesitation... Using it to his advantage to get more sacrifices, to keep the power the entity has granted him alive. But there was another issue, the entity only needed the blood-symbols and the life of said victim... They had no use for the victim's body. (And wally could only eat so many victims at a time on his own.)

And so, Wally began struggling to hide the corpses and the police were catching on... As the downside was previously mentioned that wally could only erase people's memories for a certain amount of time, before the memories would be returned. (The Time manipulation didn't help, because The memories were still intact after time ran out for the erased memories. It just made people slightly confused on why the day seemingly reset.)

So wally moved out of town quickly for a fresh start, packed his things and left without a trace... Left his family behind... Left everything behind. Eventually finding himself in a cute neighborhood. Wally quickly made friends with some nice neighbors... Barnaby, Julie, howdy, Eddie, frank, Sally, and poppy.

Unable to keep his cannibalistic murdering urges at bay... Trying to bake to Distract himself from those intrusive thoughts... He realized he could simply get rid of the corpses by baking them into the treats he makes. Not only that... But he could embed his new-found power into his treats by infecting it, in a sense.

So wally worked some magic when greeting his new neighbors formally, offering them cupcakes... That he infected himself using certain sprinkles (doused in the entity's power he'd been given) that would allow complete control over those neighbors minds, COMPLETE control. (the same sprinkles that are stuck in wally's hair, a hidden sign of wally's control over the neighborhood) This created a loophole of sorts when it came to wally's power limitations... The time limit didn't matter anymore, BECAUSE wally's power was now attached INTO their bodies and systems, attaching onto their brains, growing like fungus... Wally had complete manipulation over their minds now and practically the entire neighborhood, no time limit to worry about. This would make things much easier... He could create the PERFECT neighborhood! Killing off neighbors he didn't like, baking them into teats to serve, and his neighbors would be none the wiser! And if he was ever caught... He'd simply erase their minds, and reset the day!

There was one issue though... Poppy didn't take his cupcake offer upon first meeting. This is a huge issue for wally... Because now she's the only one, besides wally, who remembers things the others don't... And is aware of the day-resets. And she has a strong feeling it all has to do with wally. (which she's absolutely correct, but has no proof)

When poppy tries bringing this up to the other neighbors, they have no idea what she's talking about. (like I said... Their minds get erased by wally if he's ever caught.) Poppy knows something isn't right... and wally is aware poppy knows, as she never took his cupcake offer. She's as aware as wally is of the neighborhood resets.

Wally finds this a bit fun though... And strives to make poppy feel as if she's going crazy. He doesn't bother using his short-term mind eraser on her... He finds toying with her is far more amusing.

Now where does home (wally's bakery) come in with all this?

Home was built from the ground up by wally, and brought to life through sacrifices wally made to the entity. In short... Home basically owes wally their life. Wally is the reason home is alive and conscious... Which is a reason why home never goes against wally's word. (other than the fact wally also protects home to an extreme extent.)

In A VERY short sense: Wally's gained complete control over the neighborhood, and all the neighbors expect poppy, through the help and collaboration between him and an entity who'd taken a liking to wally after an accidental summoning.

(This is all over-explained and word vomit, so I apologize for that! If there's anything problematic about this story, I will go back and fix it! <3 I tried to make the lore as close to the overall theme as possible! This may be edited in the future!)

[gukkie01]

Pair: demon! Jimin x human! Fem reader

Rating/Genre: 18+, demon au, smut, attempt at humour, oneshot

Words count: 6 178

Warning: explicit content, chocking, blood kink, demon Jimin although he’s the coolest demon you’ll ever meet, stupid and shy Y/n, penetrative sex, dirty talking, praise kink, light degradation, unprotected sex but like he’s a demon so…

Summary: Y/n was having a normal Friday night until she thought it would be smart to try and summon a demon. Too bad it worked.

Note: it’s been months since I’ve written any fanfic and this is my first time on here. Hope you guys will like it. Loved writing this one! Also sorry for any typos :(

💞 quick little reminder that comments and likes are appreciated 🥹. Enjoy! 💞

Night of Evil

Many would say demons didn’t exist. And maybe that’s what you’d say. But everyone was curious, right? And you just so happened to give into your curiosity. Thus explaining why you were currently sat on the dark wooden floor of your bedroom, candles lit and forming a circle around you. You were crossed-legged with your phone in front of you.

You knew this was ridiculous. I mean, demons didn’t exist. Obviously. But somehow, all those shows and movies you’ve watched convinced you to try. You weren’t even sure if you were going at it the right way. Did you even need candles? A book with spells?

You had watched a video—more like a dozen—explaining in detail how to summon a demon. They were clear, the only problem being that each and every single one of them were different.

Draw a white circle and stand up in the middle. Chant your spell out loud with your eyes closed, alone with your stick of incense waving in the air.

Light candles around you and say your spell out loud. Do not step out of the candles.

Cleanse yourself and throw salt around you (wasn’t salt supposed to push demons away?) and put a stick of incense near you. Sing your spell and the demon shall appear.

You were almost a hundred percent that all of it was bullshit. If demons did really exist, there would be only one way to make them appear, right? Even so, you closed your phone and pushed it out of your circles of candles. You had memorized your spell and were ready to say it out loud, although nervous.

It was stupid, really. But your brain couldn’t help but ask what if it worked? What would happen then? What would it look like? You were sure that in any case, you would probably shit your pants. Having a demon in your house, looking scary or not, was not a normal-everyday occurrence.

After a long shaky intake of breath, you looked around you one last time before closing your eyes. You decided that it would be better this way. If it got to the point where it actually worked, you preferred having some time before having to see it. Otherwise, you’d surely have a heart attack.

“Te invoco a profundus inferni... (From the deepest hell I summon thee...)” your voice was probably too weak and you remembered on a particular website, it had said to use your deepest commanding voice. Awkwardly, you cleared your throat before continuing the incantation, this time, straightening your back and lifting your chin up, trying so desperately to look confident although it was obvious you were nervous.

“ad ligandum eos pariter eos coram me! (to likewise bind them before me!)”You breathed in again. There was only a sentence left. You had to admit, your Latin was bad. Very bad. You weren’t even sure how it was supposed to sound like but there was one thing you knew, you were doing terribly. If you’d succeed in summoning a demon, he’d probably laugh in your face the minute he’d appear.

With a last deep breath, you whispered the last sentence, “Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae! (Demon, submit yourself unto my bidding!)” You waited. One second, two, three and then four but nothing. Not one sound, except for the occasional ruffling of your curtains. You prayed your eyes open, extremely slowly and looked around. Nothing. Your bedroom was empty. Nothing had changed from before. No one was here. Not even a shadow.

Despite the immediate relief washing over your entire body, there was this little ounce of disappointment buried deep inside. You were a sucker for horror/paranormal movies. Deep down, you knew that you’d have liked to see a demon.

And just thinking that way made you snort at your own naivety. How stupid were you to even hope for one second that a demon would actually appear? Very stupid, that was for sure.

With a little sigh, you turned around, reaching for your mobile that laid in the same spot you had left it earlier. You had texted your best friend a couple of minutes before your ritual, promising to text her right after. You didn’t want to have to admit to her that once again, you got a little too excited and that of course, not one fricking demon appeared.

You swiped your thumb across the screen all the while getting up on your feet. You walked out, looking in your contacts until your eyes fell on the familiar nickname you’d given your friend. Fav dumbo <3. Now was the time to admit that you should have listened to her and that she was right. These days, she was always right. It frustrated you, especially considering she would always bet on it too. And that made you lose money every damn time.

You: you were right. No demon :(

Fav dumbo <;3: aww, poor baby. We’ll get candies later and binge watch every of your favorite horror movies.

Candies. That sounded nice.

You: you’re paying for them candies tho.

Fav dumbo <;3: yeah yeah

Smiling, you retracted into the kitchen, knowing exactly where it was without even lifting your eyes from your phone. Nights of sleep-walking into the kitchen for Oreos made you an expert. You knew each square inch of this house.

“Stupid demons. Of course they don’t exist. They’re all just~”

“Stupid demons? Excuse me?” Okay what the fuck was that voice. Surely it came straight from your brain because what the hell? Deep and sultry with a tad bit of sass. Who was it?

Slowly, painfully slowly, you raised your eyes away from your cell phone. You didn’t have to search for long. The owner of that statement stood right in front of you, probably four feet away. Which was not far at all. Too close actually.

He was not much taller than you, yet his height wasn’t what intimidated you. It was the way his eyes—dark and with a deepness you never saw before—stared right into yours, as if he was forcing himself inside. It made shivers break out across your skin, everywhere. You suddenly felt so uncomfortable, small under his heavy gaze.

He had pale skin and if you didn’t know better, you’d be worried at how sick he looked. It was almost translucent. He had a thin yet long scar that went from the right corner of his forehead to the bottom of his left cheek. He was very, very fucking beautiful. Ethereal really. But so damn scary. Who was he? A voice inside of you gave you an answer, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to listen to it.

This guy couldn’t be a demon. No way.

You remembered thinking earlier that if you’d see a demon, you’d shit your pants and scream until your lungs had no air but now, now you couldn’t find it in you. You weren’t even sure why. Part of you was scared but the other part, the bigger, wider one was in total awe.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” His voice, a little less deep this time, snapped you right out of your thoughts. You knew you had been ogling at him for far too long now. You cleared your throat, not an idea on what to say next. He frowned, cocking his head to the side. “Are you mute? Clearly, you could talk when you summoned me earlier.” He had this hint of annoyance in his voice.

Your heart was louder and faster by the minute. You were frozen. Too lost in your own thoughts.

“You’re a—who are you?” You asked, slipping your phone in the side pocket of your shorts. He snorted and took one step closer. You took one back. “I’m Jimin, nice to meet you.” He said, reaching his hand forward. It took you an embarrassing amount of time to realize he wanted to shake hands and even then, you hesitated. “What? I’m not venomous.”

He sighed and retracted his hand, looking around. “Nice house. The nicest I’ve seen in a long time,” he walked back, turning his back to you as he let his hand wander around your kitchen. His arm was veiny. So veiny, it seemed like his veins would pop out any minute. You gulped the little lump in your throat, fidgeting with your fingers nervously.

Were you supposed to say something, do something? A couple of minutes ago, you didn’t even know demons truly existed!

“Why are you nervous? I won’t bite you,” he said as he turned to you, “yet.” You gasped. Literally gasped. Did he say that on purpose? Did demons eat humans? You were not only nervous now, but scared to the point where you could barely stand straight. Almost shitting your pants. Jimin looked visibly pleased at your reaction, seeing the little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Which were the plumpest lips you’ve ever seen. And now you couldn’t look elsewhere.

“Don’t worry, I don’t eat humans. Not very tasty.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes and focused on something else. Like the fact that he seemed to know each of your thoughts since earlier.

“Can you read minds?” You asked, a feeling of pride filling you when you were able to muster a complete sentence without stuttering.

Jimin smiled and shook his head. “You’re not very discreet and you’re easy to read. For example, I know you can’t stop staring at my lips.” Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Were you that obvious, that stupid? Your cheeks heated up and you looked away, not able to hold his eyes any longer. “Sorry,” you muttered under your breath.

“If you wanna taste ‘em, all you gotta do is ask.”

What the hell? Not only was he a sarcastic sexy little piece of shit, but he was a tease too! If you could, you’d wipe his grin off of his face. Too bad you didn’t have the courage to.

“So,” he started, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Why did you summon me?” Good question. And you didn’t have an answer to that. Why did people summon demons? How could a demon possibly give you what you needed? You were confused and Jimin seemed to see right through you.

“Some people summon me to listen to them although it’s the most boring shit I’ve had to go through. Others want me to take care of some… people for them and then, my favorite people, need something a little more personal.”

You frowned curiously. “Personal?”

“Well, intimate if that explains it better.” Intimate… Did Jimin mean sex? Demons could have sex? To say you were confused now was a complete understatement.

“You have a dick?” Sometimes, in particular moments, you found out that it was better for you to keep your mouth shut. In most of these moments, it had been too late and before you knew it, you’d say something stupid that would’ve been better left unsaid. And now seemed to be one of those moments where the words left your mouth before your brain could process them.

Jimin bursted into a fit of laughter. And goddamn, you never knew demons could have such angelic yet attractive laugh. It made you want to record it and fall asleep to it.

And this was your first mistake because now you couldn’t stop thinking about his wide smile and contagious laugh. Could demons cast humans in a spell? Did they have superpowers? You were sure that Jimin must have done some super-top-secret-demons spell on you because your entire brain was high on him. His face, his voice, his oh-so-veiny hands and the way he held himself.

“Actually, I do have a dick although some say that it’s better than the real thing.” The last part of his words came in a deeper voice an octave lower, flying right to you and hitting your strong. It was almost as if you heard it right beside your ears, making goosebumps erupt through your body.

Deep in thoughts, you hadn’t even realized that Jimin had gotten closer to you. He walked slowly and without any sound. In no time, he was right in front of you, maybe a foot separating you two. His face up-close was more beautiful. His skin had no sign of imperfections. His lips were more rosy from where you stood and you couldn’t help but bite your own.

Jimin caught in because the grin widening on his face was teasing and knowing. He knew the effect he had on you. Of course he knew. He was probably used to it. Used to making everyone drop to their knees in front of him. It was hard to believe that he was even a demon. His beauty fell more under the definition of an angel. But he was a little snake. That much you knew.

He quirked an eyebrow, still looking down at you. “So, how can I help?” He asked again with his teasing smile curving up his lips. His body was close to you. Way too close. It blurred all rational thoughts because all that went through your mind was how good it would feel to have his hands over you or his soft lips devouring your own.

Despite standing up, you stuck your legs together, an uncomfortable and foreign feeling setting itself in your crotch.

Jimin saw, just like he seemed to be able to see everything. He took a little step closer, looking down at your legs. “Seems like you’re having a little problem down there,” he mumbles, licking his bottom lips. They looked so fucking soft and plump and good. You seriously had to control yourself because it was slowly becoming embarrassing how much effect he had on you.

You didn’t answer his words. You couldn’t. Your voice was hidden deep in your throat, stuck there.

“Mind if I help?” Jimin asked in a softer tone this time. Your heart dropped. Literally. It busted out of your chest and a weird kind of warmth took over your body. Something exciting that made you giddy inside. The rational part of you screamed no but you were never the type of girl to stay reasonable. Despite being shy most of your goddamn life, you loved chaos.

And maybe this little thing between you and Jimin would lead to chaos.

That’s all you needed to nod your head with a muffled sound that was meant to be “yes”.

Jimin had a bright and broad smile brightening his face. He knew you’d give in. “Lead me to your room, kitten.” Oh my gosh. Kitten. Of course he had to say that. As if his existence alone wasn’t enough to make you a horny and stuttering mess, he had to call you kitten. He had to make it harder to resist jumping on him and kissing the life out of you both.

Ok, maybe you were going a little far. Maybe you were more horny than you thought. But you blamed that one on Jimin.

After a minute or two in silence, you shook the thoughts out of your head as much as you could and turned around, not before feeling Jimin’s warm hand clasp around your wrist softly. You took a deep breath to calm your heart that you were surprised still resided in your chest and walked to your bedroom. It was at the end of a small hallway so it wasn’t long before you stopped in front of your entrance.

The candles forming a circle were still intact on the floor. It made you wonder where Jimin had appeared but those questions flew out the window, the second Jimin’s hand pressed on your waist and you could feel his body heat mere millimeters away from your back.

“Such a beautiful room. May I enter?” His sudden politeness didn’t calm you, if only made you more weak in the knees. You nodded your head and stepped away so he could come in. He placed delicate and soundless steps on the floor and it was only then that you realized that he was barefoot. It made your eyes trail further up to the skinny black jeans adorning the thickest thighs you had ever seen.

Gosh, every time you looked at him, it only made you want him more, despite the voice in your head repeating, he’s a demon, he’s a demon, he’s a demon.

Jimin glanced around one last time before settling his eyes on you, a wide wicked smile on his face. One that sent shivers up and down your spine. He walked up to you and stopped when he was close enough that you were breathing each other’s breath, which in other words meant, extremely fucking close.

He lifted his right arm and let it trail along your arms. You were almost shaking under his touch, on the verge of begging for him to stop teasing and take you right now.

He stopped his hand at the hem of your crop top, meeting your gaze as if asking is it okay? You nodded, and you didn’t once look away as his fingers wrapped around the fabric of your t-shirt. You sucked in a long sharp breath as he slipped it off of your skin. His eyes darkened and he licked his lips as if mentally devouring your upper body.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled, his fingers traced invisible patterns along your stomach and he stopped at your bra. He unclipped it and let it fall on the floor. His thumb grazed your nipple slightly, as if it never touched it in the first place and this time, you couldn’t stop a moan from escaping your lips, even as you kept them shut in a tight line.

Jimin smiled triumphantly and he let his arm fall on his side. “Go lay on your bed, kitten.” He demanded but it left no room for argument. You gave him a little nod and laid on your back, trying to let the tension slip away. Jimin was being so soft, the opposite of how you thought he’d act.

You arched your back when he turned around, purposely trying to make your breasts pop more. Jimin muttered a small “tsk” along with “such a little slut for me, hm?”. It shouldn’t have made your heart beat this fast and a whine leave your lips but you couldn’t stop it. You never thought you’d like being degraded by anyone but with Jimin, it sounded so good.

You shut your legs together and Jimin didn’t fail to notice. He lifted one of his eyebrows teasingly, grasping his entire hand around your thigh. “Someone likes being called a slut, I see.” His voice was mocking and although normally you didn’t like feeling humiliated, you breathed in his words welcomely.

His fingers stroked the bare skin of your thighs, squeezing the flesh so tight you groaned but the pain felt good. He snorted and pulled your shorts down very slowly, letting you some time to react and push him away.

But you didn’t. You wanted him to go further. “Stop teasing, please. Take it off,” you whined, biting your lips and looking down as Jimin stopped his movements. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“Ah sweetie, one thing you have to know is that you never tell me what to do, hm?” His voice wasn’t harsh but he made sure his words were clear. You nodded your head and muttered a pathetic “sorry”.

His face instantly softened and his right hand fell on your cheek. His thumb found your lower lip, playing with it and pulling it down slowly.

“It’s okay, kitten, but don’t you think you deserve to be punished for that?”

You shook your head. No. No, you didn’t want to be punished. In the multiple erotica books you’ve read, punishment often came as spanking or orgasm denial. You didn’t want that.

“No? I think you deserve a little punishment. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.”

You whimpered when he took a seat between your legs, pushing your thighs away from one another. The cold air immediately hit your clothed core, and chills ran all over you. Jimin rubbed his thumb over your panties, adding some pressure but stopping right away once he heard you moan. You frowned but you knew better than to go against him.

He slipped off your panties so slowly, you had to groan to stop yourself from begging him even more.

When he saw you trying to squeeze your thighs shut together, he grasped them and pushed them away, sitting himself in between. “Let me see that beautiful cunt of yours. Don’t be shy,” he said and lowered his head right between you.

His hot breath fanned over your whole crotch area and it elicited a loud, “Fuck, Jimin,” out of you.

“So fucking beautiful, kitten,” he mumbled, “I feel honoured that I get to see that.” He licked a strap of your skin, right beside your pussy. His tongue was hot and heavy on you but it was the best feeling ever. His hand moved until it rested on your inner thigh and suddenly, without any warning, he dug his nails into your skin.

You screeched, trying to get away from him but his hold was too strong. “What the hell?” You asked, trying to sit up but in your current position, it was impossible.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. It’ll be quick. Just a little punishment to make sure you never tell me what to do again, okay?” He asked although you knew it wasn’t really a question. “Okay,” you softly said.

Jimin’s smile made it all worth it the second his nails cut through your skin. You couldn’t even understand how his short nail could cut this deep but the feeling of his tongue suddenly sucking onto your clit distracted you.

“Oh god,” you moaned, throwing your head back and arching your back when he sucked on it again. You cried a little when his grip on your inner thigh became stronger and that his nail went deeper. A warm feeling drooling down your skin let you know that you were bleeding.

You were fucking bleeding.

Jimin didn’t seem to mind the blood. In fact, it seemed to get him more into it as he thrusted his tongue into your cunt. He pulled away as soon as you moaned, keeping his nails deep in. “Look at all of this blood,” he said in awe, “isn’t it gorgeous?”

You didn’t answer and simply watched incredulously when he licked the warm liquid on his tongue and entered you again. It was so warm and so damn good that you had to slap your hand across your mouth, stopping yourself from screaming.

Jimin pulled away from your crotch, glancing up at you with the most predator set of eyes you’d ever seen. “Let me hear you pretty moans, kitten. Don’t stop yourself.” You keened, shaking slightly at the pain that surged through you as more blood fell down your thigh.

“Your thigh look so fucking gorgeous bathing in your blood.” He mumbled more to himself as he cut another strap of skin. You cried again this time because goddamn did it hurt.

“Please, Jimin. Stop. Please.” You didn’t care that you were begging him and you cared even less that you were going against his words from earlier. It hurted and all you wanted was for him to fuck you. Not cut you until you were fucking bleeding.

“Since you’re begging for me so nicely, I’ll stop.” You sighed in relief but hissed when he licked the blood off of your skin. It was sensitive and it burned slightly. He pulled himself over you, his face so close to yours, you could count his lashes.

“Kiss me,” he ordered, staring right into your eyes. You hesitated a bit. You had barely kissed people before, the few of them being quite messy. But under Jimin’s hungry gaze, you couldn’t bring yourself to disagree or let your insecurities take over.

You wrapped your hand around his neck and crashed your lips against his. It was messy at first, but very quickly, Jimin took control and tilted your head to the side, deepening the kiss. It was quite different from every other kiss you’ve had in the past. It was no doubt better and hungrier and… tasted like blood?

You widened your eyes, meeting Jimin’s opened ones as he smirked against your lips.

“What was that?” You asked, wiping your hand against your lips, furrowing your eyebrows. Jimin simply grinned, licking his own lips and humming. “It was the last part of your punishment. But now, I think my little kitten deserves a reward.”

Your heart thumped inside your chest and you almost purred at his words. Finally.

Jimin pushed you further into the mattress, hovering over you and hooking his legs on both sides of your waist, sticking you there. You couldn’t move much but honestly, you loved it so fucking much.

You felt a little dizzy. From your denied orgasm to your bleeding inner thigh to your want for Jimin so big it couldn’t be described in words, your head was extremely dizzy.

You looked down, suddenly realizing that Jimin was still very much dressed. It was too many clothes in your opinion. “Take it off, please,” you asked sheepishly, refusing to meet Jimin’s eyes. He chuckled and undid the buttons of his silver dress shirt. He was almost doing it teasingly.

When his dress shirt was finally off, you felt like the air was knocked right out of your lungs. Jimin’s body was fucking prefect, heavenly proportionned. His stomach was adorned with abs although looking quite lean at a certain angle. It glowed and all you wanted was to lick every inch of his chest.

“Like what you see?”

“Very much,” you replied back, surprising yourself at how quick it left your lips. Since earlier, you had barley muttered any words and Jimin seemed to realize it as well, seeing as he arched his eyebrows.

He opted for another of his infamous smirks and slipped off his pants and you literally drooled at the sight of his clothed bulge.

He hovered back over you and this time, you didn’t stop yourself, running your hands around his entire body and feeling each muscle, each bone and little scars that were invisible to the eye.

“Better?” He asked, groaning when you squeezed his pecs. “Yes, so much better.”

He took both of your hands and wrapped his own around your wrists, placing them on top of your head. He looked around and snatched a t-shirt from the floor. He wrapped it swiftly around your wrists and let them go.

He smiled and snuggled his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, kitten. Until you can’t even remember your own name, until all you’ll know is how good my cock is buried deep inside your pretty little cunt.”

You moaned, loving the way his dirty words heaved into the air and made their way to your ears. He bit a spot under your jaw, and he only stopped when it was bright red.

“I’ll mark every single square inch of your body until you can’t see the skin anymore. How would you like that?”

You closed your eyes, arching your back until your breasts made contact with his own chest. “Please, yes. Ruin me. Use me, please, Jimin.” Your words seemed to trigger something in Jimin’s brain as suddenly, he slammed his lips against your own almost forcefully. You moaned when he practically shoved his tongue deep until it almost reached the back of your throat.

You needed air but you didn’t dare to pull away, loving the way Jimin’s tongue swirled around your own, touching the roof of your mouth. Gosh he was so fucking good at this.

“Who taught my little kitten those filthy words, hm?” He asked after pulling away and regaining his breath. His eyes were so dark and full of lust and want. It was hard to look away. Maybe he had really casted a spell on you because you didn’t see yourself stopping him any time soon. He could do whatever he wanted with you and you’d gladly let him.

His right hand covered your cheek, stroking the skin softly and biting his lower lip. He let his hand roam lower until it reached your neck and his thumb rubbed against the middle until it wrapped around your entire neck. His hand was big enough that it covered the entire skin.

“Is it okay, kitten? Do you like my hand around your neck, like that?” He asked, his voice an octave lower and making something in the pit of your stomach tightening.

You nodded your head, whispering a soft, “yes”. And it wasn’t a lie. The weight of his calloused but gentle hand wrapped around your neck was oddly comforting, and undoubtedly extremely exciting. Knowing he could snap the life out of you by adding a little more pressure, made your wetness drip down your thighs.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Jimin who arched his eyebrows in interest.

“Are you turned on by this? Do you want me to fuck you with my hand around your throat until you barely breath?” Gosh, his words were not good for you. Every little word leaving his mouth made you wetter and wetter, the excitement inside of you becoming unbearable. You needed him so bad.

“Yes, fuck yeah.”

“As you wish.” His smile was wide, and an ounce of excitement and desire was hidden in his eyes. The thought of him wanting you as much as you wanted him earned a moan out of you.

With his free hand, he ran it down your cleavage, rubbing and pinching your nipples until they were swollen. He took in a sharp breath as his hand moved lower and it stopped just between your thighs. He ran his fingers along your slick and retracted his hand, placing it before your mouth.

“You’re so fucking wet, kitten.” He said, rubbing some of it on your lips. Through hooded eyes, you saw his fingers pry open your mouth, ordering a small, “suck”.

You opened your mouth wide enough for two of his fingers to insert themselves inside and sucked on them until your jaw ached. Even then, you didn’t stop, enjoying Jimin’s devouring gaze on you. He lifted his chin slightly, running his tongue over his bottom lip and grinding against your crotch, eliciting a loud moan out of you.

Jimin didn’t stop there. He kept grinding down on you, rolling his hips slightly, as if he was trying to get inside of you through the fabric of his boxers. His groans were pure heaven. He sounded so good and arousing and fucking hot.

And his cock, fucking hell. You felt just how hard he was and it made your arch your back until Jimin’s finger slipped out of your mouth and your chest was stuck entirely against his.

He slipped his hand once again between your thighs, rubbing one of his fingers on your clit.

“Ah, Jimin. I need m-more, please~” you moaned again and again and again as he entered two of his fingers swiftly inside. Your saliva on them eased the way in and the sound it made was obscure.

“You want more, kitten?” You nodded rapidly, getting more impatient as the minutes passed and as your orgasm neared. “You know what you have to do for it. Beg like the good girl you are, hm?” Beg. For him, you’d throw yourself on your knees if it meant that you would get fucked stupid into oblivion.

“Please, Jimin, fuck me. Use me. Please, I need it.” You were whining at this point, wiggling under Jimin’s body, trying to get more friction against your aching pussy. Jimin’s face brightened once he heard your words. He looked so proud.

“That’s my perfect little kitten. Begging so cutely for my cock.” With one hand around your throat and the other at the waistband of his boxers, he pulled them down slowly until his cock sprung out, almost hitting his lower abdomen. He hissed at the contact of the cold air on his length, biting onto his lips.

You were wide-eyed, unable to look away. Jimin’s cock was so thick and veiny, you could see one big vein that went from his shaft to the tip, pulsating. He was big and oh god, you couldn’t wait until it was pounding inside of you.

“Please, need it inside of me.” You looked up at him and for a moment, you could swear Jimin’s eyes flashed red. It was slightly disconcerting but the feeling of his tip rubbing on your inner thighs distracted you. You glanced down just as Jimin was stroking his dick slowly, rubbing saliva around it.

Not once did he look away, supporting himself on the bed with his knees. “Wrap yourself around me, sweetie,” he asked and you obliged, moaning when you felt his cock between your thighs.

You were nervous but mostly excited. So fucking needy for him to just slip inside of you and fuck you good.

Jimin seemed to see right through you once more as he let go of his cock, positioning himself in front of your entrance. “I’m finally gonna fuck my little kitten like she deserves.”

“Fuck yes, oh god, please.”

You closed your eyes when he entered the tip inside, arching your back and intertwining your fingers in the sheets. Jimin’s free hand hooked under your chin harshly. “Open your eyes. Look how well you take my cock.”

You opened your eyes, whimpering when you saw his length disappearing between your folds, hitting so deep you could barely make any sounds. You walls were tight around him, taking him so fucking well.

Jimin was looking less controlled now. His head was thrown back with his eyes closed and the arm that was holding your throat was shaking but the grip still didn’t falter. He looked so fucking perfect, you had to stop yourself from reaching out to his face and run your fingers over his features.

The faces he made every time he slammed back inside of you were obscene and you found yourself immensely happy that you got to witness it. You were the one he was fuckjng and calling kitten. He was choking you, fucking you.

Just thinking about it made the knot in your stomach tighten until it was unbearable, until you were so close it hurt. Jimin’s hand wrapped around your neck didn’t help. But the pain mixed so well with the pleasure, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“My little kitten is enjoying this, isn’t she? You love my cock so much, huh?”

“Yes, yes I love it. You fuck me so well~” every tiny praises you gave him made him go faster, harder as if he was making it his personal mission to make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk after this. Not that you minded. You liked knowing that every step you’d take would remind you of tonight.

“Jimin~” You mumbled, throwing your head back when a particular hit from him seemed to find the exact spot that made you lose your mind. “I’m so close. Please, let me come.”

Hearing you beg like that surprised Jimin but it was quickly taken over by an expression of smugness. “You’re behaving like such a perfect little kitten. How could I refuse?”

You smiled, feeling your climax getting nearer and nearer, until it was hard to breathe. You knew Jimin was getting close as well. His grip around your throat only seemed to get tighter. Soon, you knew you wouldn’t be able to breathe but knowing that the last thing you would see was jimin on top of you, fucking the life out of you, made you much more relaxed about it.

“I’m close too, kitten. You’re taking me so well, fuck, I can’t keep it in anymore,” he growled, literally, before his legs started to shake slightly and his hands got more loose on your neck. You took a deep breath before you could feel Jimin’s cum filling you up to the brim.

You whined as he kept riding his high, stopping only when he knew you had come too. He could feel it drip down your inner thighs.

He pulled out slowly and you wiggled a little bit, uncomfortable as you felt Jimin’s seed dripping out of your cunt. He cursed under his breath, pulling his hair back. “Wish I had a butt plug so I could keep my cum inside. I want you to stay full, kitten.” He said at the same time he got up.

You were laying down, catching your breath and looking at Jimin. He stood up, and naked like that, goddamn, he looked perfect, like a fucking god that you wanted to bow to.

He looked at you with a little grin and flushed cheeks. “I’ll be right back, sweetie. Gotta clean us up.”

And it was only then that it dawned upon you that you just had sex with a fucking demon.

[forgwater]

Wheel Of Fortune

Demon AU -Idia-

Demon AU by @jackplushie

Warning: slightly suggestive, suggestive implications

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The constant clacking of the keyboard keeps echoing through the dead of night. Idia’s hard at work as always it seems... or maybe he’s just playing a game, who knows.

The last thing you expected when you summoned a demon was for him to be an expert at technology. Suppose eternity in hell does get boring at one point or another.

But he does what he’s supposed to excellently, so what cause do you have to complain.

By now you’ve grown accustomed to his antics.

For a demon, Idia’s very… human, if you don’t count his appearance, that is.

With long wisps of fire in the most beautiful shades of blue that make up his hair, yellow-golden eyes that look into your soul and a mouth full of sharp teeth.

No, what makes this demon seem almost human are the all nighters in the shadowy corners of your home, illuminated only by the pale light of the working electronic devices before him.

“AH! M-master! When did you wake up?!” comes the demon’s panicked voice “Did-did I wake you up?!... I swear I changed everything in this setup to make it run as quietly as possible.”

“You didn’t wake me up, don’t worry ‘bout it.” you reassure him.

“Ah, that’s good.” he smiles a little, a timid-like smile.

A smile that disarms you for longer than you’d like to admit. That disarms you way too easily.

“Is… is there something wrong, master?” Idia inquires. Although he sounds anxious, he seems a little bit… giddy.

Rising from his spot, he makes a move to close the gap between the two of you.

A quick yelp leaves your lips as the beating in your ribcage quickens and you swallow drily as you face the demon head on.

You quietly steel yourself as pale blue flames dance delicately around you, closer and closer to your face.

Transfixed by the man, no demon before you, and unable to do anything but look into those mesmerizing amber colored eyes again; you let him approach even more.

Perhaps you want him to get closer, so close he’s whispering right in your ear.

“How long are you going to keep me waiting for, master?” his breath fans across your skin “Good luck, bad luck, destiny. Does it even matter? Let’s change the contract terms, what do you say?”

Shivers run up your spine as he ghosts one of his hands over your body. Long fingers almost making contact with your skin.

To continue,

He needs only your permission.

So why would you refuse him? Don't you want him to keep going?

Say ‘yes’ and Idia will make sure you unlock the best ending.

His ending. Just his.

After all, what kind of lame excuse of a demon would he be if he didn't provide only the best for his precious ‘master’.

[barrel-crow-n]

Kaz Sun Summoner AU

Inspired by this post

Some context:

Kaz is seventeen like in Six of Crows (in fact, all the ages are the same)

Inej, Jesper and Nina are Dregs

Ice Court heist doesn't happen

Nina was taken by drüskelle like in canon, again she was young and Zoya was reluctant to take her but the Darkling allowed it because of Nina's skills (when Nina does not return, the Darkling is... very displeased with Zoya)

Inej follows him to Ravka because Kaz told her he wants her to gather Ravkan intel

(Yes angst cuz she's in Ravka and she could try find her parents but how? Also she's still in debt with Kaz and the Dregs and since Kaz will now be super politically and literally powerful he could hunt her down. Also like. He's the sun summoner???? Like a saint. She's super conflicted about that)

Mal isn't ordered to cross the Fold. Alina still is and she dies cuz idk what to do with her

Now onto the au

Kaz is kinda annoyed that he's the sun summomer cuz it fucks with his demon aesthetic (seriously, a demon who can summon sunshine??? Ugh.) but he understands the power he now wields and goes >:)

Kaz catches on to the Darkling and his plans immediately

Kaz lets the Darkling try and seduce him and plays along (to get info+power)

As for the seducing itself, Kaz allows flirting and the possessiveness of wearing the Darkling's colour but doesn't let the Darkling try and get physical (because of his haphephobia). The Darkling tries once and when Kaz punches him the Darkling doesn't try again and doesn't punish Kaz because he wants him on his side.

Yes, Kaz takes the offer of the black kefta

Kaz fucks with Zoya so much like: Ha yeah I'm the Darkling's fav what you gonna do about it lmaooo~

He doesn't exactly bond with Genya but he clocks that she's being sexually abused by the king and pulls some strings to try and help her

The other grisha are super jealous of him but simultaneously scared. They look down on him for being from the Barrel but he's also the Darkling's favourite. They are super passive aggressive and Kaz is his usual self back. Aka a snarky, smug asshole. They get humbled real quick

He does struggle with summoning light because he's metaphorically lived in the dark for so long and his ass cannot let go of Jordie

Baghra kinda acts as Jordie therapy. But it doesn't really work because instead of letting go of Jordie Kaz somehow manages to use his rage as fuel because his anger at Pekka Rollins blazes hotter than the fucking sun

His light is kinda unpredictable though. And it hurts. He isn't really good at wielding it in a way that doesn't burn (not him, it doesn't hurt to use, but he cannot just create light, he creates intense heat no matter how much Baghra tries to make him energy efficient. (He would not make a good light bulb)). He is a-okay with that.

When Baghra comes to him like: run whilst you can, my son is manipulating and seducing you! Kaz goes: Yeah, old news. So what?

But he would dip because he does not want to be enslaved thank you very much

He does not have wilderness survival skills (city boy !!) but he went around robbing grisha whilst he was at the palace so he has funds to buy himself equipment

And yes he had already scouted out the whole Little Palace and surrounding area for escape routes

Also Inej had sneaked into the Little Palace and was collecting blackmail/info for him

Inej comes to help him but it's tense cuz she kinda wants to book it and search for her family and Kaz knows that

Plus she half thinks he's a saint and that makes him uncomfortable (she only half think it cuz... he's Dirtyhands)

They don't go after the stag (duh) but the Darkling does (let's just say Mal was forced into the group to go find the stag cuz the Darkling heard that he's the best tracker or smth)

Unfortunately the Darkling catches Kaz (Inej disappears cuz she's Inej)

Kaz fights tooth and fucking nail and lands a really good hit on the Darkling

But he is no match for trained grisha so the Darkling has the collar put on him

Kaz tries to bite David as he does it btw

Inej bides her time, Kaz says he was alone

Kaz pretends to go along with the Darkling and then turns on him during the destruction of Kribirsk at the edge of the Fold with the help of Inej and they escape

They take a ship to Ketterdam using the remaining loot Kaz stole from the grisha at the Little Palace that Inej had been holding onto

This is where Inej learns her passion for sailing, and where she decides to destroy the slave trade. Kaz's enslavement (yes he doesn't have control over his powers because he didn't grant the stag mercy nor kill it) enlightened her. She knows her own suffering, and Kaz's made her realise that she wants to help those that were hurt like her (because she tries to help him)

When they get to Ketterdam, Kaz dons a disguise and only the most trusted Dregs know who he is (this does include Jesper, but not Nina because she was originally Second Army)

They go to Ketterdam because Kaz refuses to leave his city and where else would he go? Besides, it's hiding in plain sight and he knows his streets.

He's suuuuuuuper paranoid though. Understandably.

And he plots how to take the Darkling down

Kaz didn't necessarily love his powers, and he can definitely live without them, but they are his and the Darkling is keeping them under lock and key, stopping Kaz from using them. Exorting control over him. Kaz does not like being controlled.

Of course, the Darkling finds him.

The Darkling is still scarred, plus has nichevo'ya because Kaz did abandon him on the Fold so the light snuffed out when Kaz got out of bluetooth connection range

The Darkling had kept Mal alive because he wanted to search for the sea whip to make Kaz the ultimate weapon, even if Kaz is unpredictable. Besides the Darkling is kinda obsessed. He regrets fucking it up with Kaz, and is bitter that Baghra ruined everything - after all, she was still the push Kaz needed to dip. He doesn't exactly love Kaz, just like he didn't Alina in the og books, but he believes that they belong together and he wants Kaz to belong to him.

Jesper and Inej were both there when Kaz got taken and they get taken too because they try and fight to prevent Kaz from being taken

Kaz susses out Nikolai REAL quick on the whaler

The Darkling tries to get Kaz back on his side but Kaz refuses cuz he's essentially a slave now and he doesn't like that and will fight tooth and nail now because he's pissed off

They find the sea whip and Sturmhond's crew net it and get Kaz, Inej and Jesper on the Volkvolny

Kaz kills the Sea Whip without hesitation and restores control over his own powers with the scales

They still partly belong to the Darkling but with the Sea Whip he has control back

Pirate- sorry. Privateer hijinks ensue.

Jesper gets along great with Tamar, Inej with Tolya and Kaz with Nikolai, but Kaz is the only one that appreciates Tolya's poetry

When Nikolai drags him to Ravka and reveals his identity he is not impressed. He already saw it coming.

Jesper and Inej, however, did not.

Nikolai proposes to Kaz, a marriage of convenience, and Kaz goes sure, why the fuck not

It will give him immense power. He will be able to take down the Darkling PLUS Pekka back in Kerch

Kaz starts his own cult - two steps ahead of the Apparat

He isn't afraid to play the warrior saint role

He doesn't like it, but he's a good actor

He does destroy the Fold. Not because he's a hero but because it's spreading and that's really bad and it might spill out of Ravka which would be a disaster, especially if it reached his home

He kills Mal without hesitation

When he loses his powers he's bummed but he can live without them

He fakes his death and slinks back to the Barrel

(I ran out of steam at the end + I haven't read S&B in a while but these are my thoughts :3)

[nintendoni-art]

So the Night Terrors.

Since by the time of this circulating around there's gonna be at least 2 of these guys in tournaments, with one of them being in one already, it felt about the time a post should be made about each of them with a bit of info attached. As a group, the lot of them are from a Sonic Chronicles AU-ish timeline where the Nocturnes didn't get pulled into the Cage, and the Knuckles Clan successfully got the Master and Chaos Emeralds, causing both groups to eventually fizzle out into a centuries long cold war, and causing untold damage to the environment as they gathered up resources. [And then it rolls into the OTHER AU I've been working on...] Fair warning, this is gonna be long under the cut, so heads up! [Also, a quick thank you to @galactirabbit for all the art I'm using!]

Tabi - Currently in @sonic-oc-showdown 2!

The leader of this motley crew of ragamuffins, Tabi is a fearsome little critter who's brain is just as terrifying as their brawn. Though most of their deeds are more legend than fact, their ability to keep those under their watch safe out of the hands of those who may want to exploit the abilities of their species [or worse, used to recharge and power devices with the chaos energy they're made out of] is second to none. Originally a healer to a group of mercenaries who got dumped in a forest after a terrible injury, their views on Mobians are dim at best, to outright despising them on their worst days. Still, they refuse to confront them directly, instead robbing them blind and using said resources to keep their actions hidden as much as possible from prying eyes, keeping anything they find "interesting" to themselves. Also after another incident, they have a bit of a complex when it comes to "helping" other species they come across by bullying them until they lash out, mostly to make sure they're tough enough to survive if something bigger attacks them. They'll also swear up and down they're in the right about it, which has caused some...issues. Serious, driven, is just ...so very, very tired.

Trackball

When the village they were raised in was evacuated, and everyone except the old, infirm, and "pets" were left behind in order to slow down an advancing army, Trackball refused to back down when Tabi came to scavenge what they could find for themselves. After a battle that lasted until sunup, they ended up gaining Tabi's respect, friendship, and services in protecting those who were left. After the last of the Mobians who lived in said village passed away peacefully, Trackball pledged the rest of their life to Tabi's service, and to follow them wherever they, or "the demon in their employ" would go. Granted, this action and Trackball's wording slightly weirded Tabi out a bit, but as the Night Terrors grew, Trackball eventually became second in command, and the defacto leader if Tabi isn't around. Always the first one awake, they're usually found double checking heist plans, arranging scouting and salvage teams, and making sure things run like clockwork behind the scenes. Quick thinking, dependable, Is far more adept than what they think they are.

Shortfuse

As the environment was collapsing around them, some factions tried to replicate species that were dying out, to...mixed results.

Shortfuse here is one of those said artificial lifeforms, and the only one out of all in the project that made them that ended up anything close to stable. Alas, the rest of their fellow A-Life constructs proceeded to go feral and tear apart the scientists that made them, so that left Shortfuse alone. All who loved and wanted them, dead. Cast to the Wilds with no defense, or support. You know, besides the warp powers. And the immunity to any and all toxins and poisons. And the sheer amount of explosive devices they could just summon at a moment's notice. Honestly, most of the Night Terrors don't even remember when Shortfuse showed up. When other members pointed that fact out, Tabi just said they are a chao, they think Shortfuse is cool enough to stay and if anyone had an issue with it, they could take it up with them, and that stopped most questions. Shortfuse generally has their trademark smile plastered on their face, and aside for a few giggles with different tones, is pretty much mute, which, crossed with their generally silent movement can badly startle those unused to that. It's also sometimes hard to tell if they're paying attention, and the fact they can use their stomach as extra storage space has left some a bit disquieted at their actions. Still, they're an integral part of the heads of this gang, if not with their explosives expertise, then with their ability to quickly write down and organize records, and making medicines and helpful compounds by breaking down what components something is made out of by....licking it. Ok, so they're a little off. And they're well aware of this. But the Night Terrors, despite their eccentricities, accept Shortfuse as their own, construct or not, and are more than willing to be patient with them. And that's something Shortfuse will absolutely fight for, no matter what.

Eccentric, a lover of the arts, a bit of a sad clown some days.

Rime

Driven by rumors of a treasure guarded by a fearsome monster that lived deep within the aqueducts of a fallen city, when the Night Terrors went to check out these claims, Rime was the only living thing there. Mutated to twice the size of a regular chao, with a cast iron stomach, keen sense of smell, Rime was also more adept to living in more aquatic climates, fresh water be damned. With the rest of their pack not evolving fast enough to survive said toxins, the joy of finding others of their own species was enough to follow the rest of the Night Terrors anywhere, really. Though they may play up their size and ferocity, and they'll keep quiet to seem like a brick wall both physically and mentally, Rime's a tenderhearted creature who gets lonely easily, and can get a bit awkward when they want to interact with others, easily getting flustered and getting self conscious about being a big fish in such a small pond for so long. They're in charge of training regiments, aquatic scout work and underwater salvage. They're also super picky when it comes to food, and uses their sense of smell to help prevent spoilage from overtaking food storages, and knowing the best time to covert fruits into seeds. Stoic, hardworking, really just wants a hug most days.

Slight -

Currently applied to @chao-race-tournament !

Forced to flee for their life after their more aristocratic family fell out of favor with those more in charge, Slight was basically left to fend for themselves on the street with only their security blanket. Still, their drive to survive, and their ability to talk themselves out of [or into] most situations, Slight managed to rule the streets of the city their owners used to run until one too many lies caught up to them and Tabi decided to see exactly who'd been saying they beat them in a fight. Still, Tabi couldn't help but be intrigued by this upstart who had the sheer audacity, and after securing Slight's territory firmly under their rule, allowed them to stick around, allowing them to work their way up into the organization. Currently, they're team treasurer and keeper of all the warehouse keys. That being said, they aren't the most moral chao, and don't quite have the same qualms the others may have with selling, say, chao eggs they "found." Wicked cultured, mildly neurotic, will sell you for one corn chip.

Zori - Previously in @sonic-oc-showdown, out in round 3!

Zori is the most....unique, of the Night Terrors, and possibly the second oldest member of it all. They don't really deal much with the day to day minutia of running a crime syndicate, generally preferring to patrol any gardens under the groups protection, testing out defense systems, or digging up neat ore or rocks Tabi might like. More of a mascot, despite their attempts to seem more ferocious, they also take care and do upkeep of any bases the Night Terrors are operating from unless their expertise in umbrakinesis or electromagnetic manipulation is needed. Deeply curious, loyal to a fault, great with younger team members.

Jika

An unofficial leader of the Night Terrors, Jika was a wanderer and a scholar, and did their best to keep ancient traditions and rituals alive, using their travels in gather and write down stories and histories before they were gone forever. Seeing how the world was slowly but surely driving itself to entropy, however, they started working on plans in order to try and save the rest of their species, working with Tabi, who'd by that point, they'd known for ages, and who Tabi saw as their closest confidant. Yet... Before they could see their plan to save the rest of their species to it's completion, the actions taken drew the ire of a raptor hawk using falconer. Frankly, they had to choose between fleeing with the chao that were starting to scatter despite everyone's best efforts, or drawing it away from keeping Tabi cornered, and hoping that what they wrote down was enough for the rest of them to keep going. ... It was, but you know how it is with choices. Sometimes even with the best of intentions, ones sacrifice can cause such consequences. Trickster, academic, The most doomed by the narrative

[digitaldoeslmk]

This a little too complicated for a ask but, how do Chinese demons work, how do they come into being, how do their powers work, how do they get their powers, what types exist, what is the general feel about them since it not totally extermination, what type of civilization they have, what can they make like how do they get there weapons and armor, how strong are they physically, and for a joke you think the Armstrong canon is a mortal weapon that a author might not have thought of they wrote a demon is immune to all mortal weapons. (This why you don’t power scale historic mythical figures DEATHBATTLE.)

welcome back, bud! and, hoo boy that's a lot of questions ajhdadbjawdw

i'm assuming you mean in my au, but for most of them, i gotta point towards actual folk religion beliefs, since that is what i'm leaning on. and as most thing with real mythology, it's Complicated xvx

so, Chinese demons come in many shapes and sizes and have multiple origins and power levels, sometimes (but not always) related to their origins. i'd have to direct you to my own sources, aka the ever wonderful @journeytothewestresearch and his articles!

this one explains some of the basics and a few nuances of JTTW demons while also offering the book from which the information was acquired, and the one below is a wonderful compilation of a myriad deities in folk religion, as well as some info on how worship and the pantheon functions.

but for the sake of convenience, i'll do a quick run down under the read more uwu

to make a very complicated and deep topic veeery short, though. demons (Yao) are simply one class of being, like mortals and immortals. some demons (Yaoguai) are animals who cultivated (either through the Dao or Buddhist merit) themselves into demonhood. some become cultivated enough to shed their animal form and assume human form, which is generally considered pretty advanced. sometimes, they are just animals that for some reason grew to be Very Old, grew very large, and became demons. sometimes, they are restless spirits who lingered and cultivated into Yaojing. some even, are celestials and immortals who committed some misdeed or crimes, and were punished into being demons, either for a set time or until they've redeemed themselves somehow.

overall they don't have a specific "civilization", they are also part of the Middle Kingdom (the mortal realm) and exist within it or on the skirts of it. most of them are not unlike highwaymen or a very dangerous animal; they attack people on roads, they have mountain lairs and call themselves "mountain kings" over the region they control, etc. as demons, they often are on a bad path, killing and stealing and causing grief wherever they are, and so the locals learn to avoid them as much as possible and call on exorcists if the demons become too much of an issue. but there are demons who seek a better path, cultivate on their own without causing mischief, and those may even gain an appointment in the heavenly bureaucracy.

in very short terms, you were reborn in a lesser tier of the reincarnation realms and thus you have to work your way back into the human path by doing good deeds, or you dig yourself a deeper grave by causing chaos. generally, humans fear demons because they more often than not cause chaos, illnesses, bad luck, etc. and if uncovered, they'll likely be expelled from wherever they are.

as for weapons, some of them are let's say signature weapons. in Esoteric Buddhism and folk religion, how a deity is depicted is imperative to asking for their blessing or summoning them; their pose, colors, clothes, mudras, chants, and indeed even weapons, are very clearly detailed so that you won't be fooled by a masquerading demon impersonating them. therefore some deities are assigned weapons as the signifier of who they are. for example, Sun Wukong has had many forms and depictions over the years, but you Know it's him by the Ruyi Jingu Bang. same for Bajie and his rake.

however, some are weapons that were stolen in some way or another from higher beings. a common trope in JTTW is that demons were acolytes or underlings from higher deities, and left service with a few trinkets from their masters, which are then returned once the demons are defeated.

as for what they can do, a few are depicted as being able to produce pills of immortality for instance, from their own merit as cultivators, so again depending on their level of cultivation, they can accomplish quite a lot.

and if i remember right, Wukong himself is a demon (sorta) who is impervious to mortal weapons. he cultivated to reach Copper Head Iron Arms, a skill that makes him impervious of any attack. he also has his warding circle, in which he draws a circle on the ground with him staff, and everything and everyone within the circle is protected.

EDIT: depending on the region and myth, you might also see yaksha and rakshasa being mentioned. they are imports from India thanks to Esoteric Buddhism, but like demons, there are good and bad individuals among them. i don't know enough about Hinduism and Esoteric Buddhism to go in-depth on the topic, but know that they are Different But Similar xvx