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Angel’s Deserve To Die

summary: losing sleep isn’t so bad when your sleep paralysis demon is fine as hell

wc: 15k+

a/n: I take Halloween very seriously. I meant to post this on the first day of the month. Sorry this is a little freaked out 😔✋🏻 warnings under the cut, enjoy <3

warnings: horror, mdni, 18+, smut, cursing, voyeurism, yandere themes, slight dubious consent, reader and gojo match each other's freak tbh, breeding kink (for the love of god), sleep paralysis demon!gojo, goth!reader, chubby!reader, slight body horror, no gore, masturbation, p in v, gojo is a red flag but we don’t care, implied but not explicitly stated hypnosis, somno if you squint, size difference bc he is a monster

•

You really should’ve listened to Shoko when she told you not to play with that god forsaken ouija board.

Your paranormal encounters started with a singular, dazzling blue eye in the corner of your room. Not even a full 24 hours after the sleepover you attended the night prior.

What did anyone expect? When a room full of curious, tipsy, goth girls were left with hardly anything to do. You’d already eaten most of the snacks, watched the movies you’d planned on seeing, one friend even pulled out Cards Against Humanity. Now that was real horror. The aforementioned ouija board sat in a closet, your friend, Yuki; didn’t even realize she owned one. She was looking for something fun to do, like a board game and The Nightmare Before Christmas Monopoly just wasn’t going to cut it. The otherwise untouched and pristine board was covered in dust, pushed to the back of the closet, and her eyes sparkled while she blew the cakey particles off of it.

Shoko saw the way you all got excited when Yuki drunkenly proclaimed that this would be the entertainment for the rest of the night. The tired woman sighed, and said she’d be outside smoking if anyone needed her. She did not mess with the supernatural. You’d think, given her friend group, she’d also partake. The last thing she wanted was to be reunited with anyone dead, especially because she saw death on a daily basis at her hospital. You could understand why morbid things just weren’t her cup of tea. As she left, smacking her pack of cigarettes against her palm, she made sure to tell you all to be careful. And when she looked at you specifically, she told you flat out she didn’t think you should do it.

Which was fair. You probably shouldn’t have played with it, because you always took things too far and too seriously. You loved all things horror, ate up every ghost movie and story you came across; but that was just it. You immersed yourself in the paranormal too much sometimes. You’d called her on more than one occasion, begging her to stay over because you thought something was watching you. One time, you were scared that there were skinwalkers in your yard, because of a TikTok you saw at three in the morning. You were terrified that a mimic was going to take your cat, and replace it just to get you next. (This was the result of a video of a girl terrified of something sounding like her mother while home alone.) After watching Paranormal Activity, you could hardly sleep in your own bed. You were incredibly freaked out by (and paranoid of) ghosts.

That was the big joke of your life, being a horror fanatic goth girl that didn’t do well with the genre. You were easily scared, and highly impressionable. You’d believe just about anything spirit, cryptid, or monster related.

So went your night, you all squealed and oohed and awed and gasped when the planchet would move. Swore that none of you were the ones causing it to move, and at the end of the day questions were answered, laughs were shared. You hadn’t even been scared when you were playing with it, nor did anything odd or spooky even happen for the rest of the night. If anything, you felt very peaceful after everything was said and done. Which was a first. The rest of the sleepover commenced unremarkably, fun but not an ounce of the paranormal in sight.

So there you were, lying in your own bed only a night later.

You woke up late into the cold evening, a raging storm having rattled your room. Your eyes snapped open, yet nothing seemed amiss to you immediately. There wasn’t an intruder in your room. Your cat wasn’t sleeping next to you, which felt just a little off. Then you felt it, as your eyes darted around the room, the rest of your body laid limp. Not stiff, it felt surprisingly relaxing as if you were just casually laying there. But you couldn’t move. And there was a nagging suspicion that you were being watched. Which was completely out of the ordinary, this was a brand new rental and you hadn’t had a single problem since moving there.

You tried as much as you could, but you couldn’t so much as move a single toe. That feeling of being watched funnily enough didn't scare you. You just wished you knew what the cause was. Where exactly the sensation of a gaze was coming from. A breeze blew in from the window next to your bed, black curtains gently swayed with the evening’s breeze, you continued to lay on your plush mattress. Your back was flat, you stared up at your ceiling as minutes ticked by. How boring.

Quietly, as if meant not to alarm you, you heard the faint call of your name. A voice that seemed to instantly mesmerize you, and despite living alone, it didn’t frighten you. Your body relaxed further into the mattress, your eyes glanced from one side of the room to the next as much as they could; looking for the voice. It didn’t call out to you again, yet you heard faint unintelligible whispers. Finally, your gaze landed on the far corner of your room, and there it was.

A single, icy blue eye. Fluffy white lashes, a piercing pupil, bright iris. The entire thing couldn’t have been bigger than your fist. Yet it was an eye, a floating eye, no body attached to it, definitely larger than anything you’d see on a person. It wasn’t a massive thing, from far away it appeared to be small. An eye that was floating, beautiful and curious, was staring at you. An involuntary shiver broke through you, but you still couldn’t find it in yourself to panic.

It was brilliant, brightly pooling blue in a sea of navy darkness.

It was just sleep paralysis, this was just a hallucination. You heard about this from some friends and saw the occasional post online, you never thought it would happen to you. Yet everyone always said it was such a scary experience. Your heart wasn’t even racing, you couldn't even bring yourself to turn away. (Duh, because you were paralyzed, but if you could move; you were certain you’d still take it in.)

The floating orb blinked at you occasionally, slowly, feathery white lashes fluttering as it did. As time passed, you found your eyes begin to shut, the unintelligible whispers quietly lulled you to sleep again.

And did you hear that correctly? Did something in the void promise to, “See you again, soon.”?

•

It went on like that for a little while, a couple of times a week you’d get a nightly visit. The few friends you confided in told you it could be the result of stress. Or maybe even loneliness, visually manifesting itself while you woke up half asleep. Perhaps an underlying fear was gnawing at your subconscious, because you are a woman that lives alone. Maybe your brain was making up some night savior, a sand man that protected you as you slept.

Except you weren’t even sleeping.

It was peaceful, and yet it was exhausting. Because you’d be awake for what felt like hours. Staring at that glowing orb in the corner of your room. Time passed by so slowly when you were in that trancelike state. Despite the unusual encounter, nothing of significance would happen. You would just blink at one another until that same gentle voice would lull you back into a blissful state of nothingness.

•

It was relatively uneventful, until three more eyes appeared.

At first you couldn’t tell if you were just seeing things. It could be that the first time around you couldn’t see the second one. It was above your door, you couldn't recall if you’d passed it over by mistake those first couple of weeks. Yet the change was undeniable when another pair popped up, right above your bed. The same color, same shape, those same pillow-y, snow-white eyelashes.

It was undeniable that it was the same creature.

Hallucination?

Yet two eyes, one directly over your head the other placed above the foot of your bed, both on your ceiling; were quietly examining you. Closer, with obvious curiosity. Slowly blinking, bigger in size especially since they were within arms reach. They intimidated you, but you weren’t necessarily scared. If anything, they took your breath away. They were so gentle, deeply mesmerizing.

Since they were so close to you, it became clear to see how captivating they truly were. As if the ocean and the sky were frozen in place only to be encapsulated into those deep pooling hues. Your calm breaths were the only sound in the room as you observed them.

The subject of being perceived was always a touchy one. The feeling it would give you, like you were being picked apart in place, was unpleasant. It’s why you didn’t go out much, you detested the idea that other people could see you, make their own assumptions about you. Yet you found yourself longing for that feeling when the sleep paralysis wouldn’t come to you. When that sweet lullaby wouldn’t make your eyes heavy. When you would doze off at work during your lunch break, it’d haunt you as you shut your eyes. Flashes of crystallized cerulean and soft cloud-like wispy hairs. It wasn’t the same as being so closely observed. Even if you imagined it, even if you willed yourself to see it behind firmly shut eyelids, it just didn’t feel the same.

If a couple of days went by without you being haunted by those dazzling baby blues; anxiety began to gather itself inside the pit of your stomach. It would bubble and rise until you’d find yourself willing that mysterious presence into existence. Practically manifesting, what was to others a terrifying and often disorienting experience, unto yourself. You would sigh with relief internally when that familiar sense of being woken up would overtake you, and your anxieties would melt away at the sight of the blinking spectator(s).

Life was normal, otherwise. Even if you were avoiding going out if it wasn’t work related or a quick walk to Shoko’s. And despite the concerning attachment you had for something that didn’t even exist. Probably.

It probably didn’t exist. Yet you spoke of it as if it were very real. Most of your friends were mildly concerned. It was cute at first, the sight of you half panicked recounting the same thing every time you’d meet up for some coffee. The story held variations of where the eyes were placed, how conscious you were, how safe you felt.

Yet after weeks of watching you slowly begin to descend into dangerous waters, it became too much for them to witness. While it wasn’t very obvious, they could see a change in you. The way your skin slowly lost its vibrancy. Your eyes were sunken in from the lack of actual rest, and the dark circles didn’t help their appearance. You weren’t known for being haggard or unkempt, yet your hair wasn’t done up as nicely as it usually was. Every outfit that you wore lacked the ambition and personality they always had. There had to be something that could be done.

Your friends insisted that something must be going on in your life for you to imagine such a thing regularly, and let yourself go so quickly. On several occasions a friend would hand you a card for someone that they knew of, a professional in one regard or another. Mental, physical, spiritual. While the sentiment was nice enough, it was hardly welcome. If there was anything that could be done, you were sure you would’ve done it already. It was better to accept things as they were, even if you looked like the dead more often than not.

The daydreams were consistent, and often daily. You couldn’t help yourself, those eyes were just too beautiful. Why did they make you feel so safe, and yet so vulnerable, at the same time. The way they carefully observed you in the cozy silence of your room. Slowly blinking at your paralyzed state.

There were no noises, not a sound throughout the night. Not until you had finally succumbed to sleep. The hypnotic sweet lullaby of that melodic deep voice would encompass the entirety of your consciousness. You couldn’t tell if that was a good thing. The words it would whisper were borderline incomprehensible. You could barely make out what it was saying until the very end, when it would whisper that same See You Again Soon.

•

“I think I’m going a little crazy, I swear I‘ve been hearing things at night.”

“I told you not to mess with that fuckin’ board. But when does anyone ever listen to me.” You heard Shoko take a long drag of what was presumably, an exasperatedly lit cigarette. “Now look, you’re convinced something followed you home.”

“I mean, it has to be more than just sleep paralysis. It just feels so real. I kind of feel naked.”

“Hallucinations will do that to a person, try not to let these things get to you. Maybe you should go out more? Why don’t you stay at mine tonight?”

“I think I’ll pass for now, thanks, though.” There was no way you could stay over anyone else’s house. You could feel it, a low buzzing, the hair on your arms stood at attention, even though you were in the comfort of your living room. Lazily draped along your couch as you spoke to your friend on speaker. As much as you’d love to hang out with Shoko, get some time out of the house, you just couldn’t shake it. That longing, that need to be seen by whatever it was that was bothering you. To stay home and just let it consume you.

•

There wasn’t a feeling of anything else besides a vague presence. It didn’t try to touch you.

Well…

At least not initially.

You felt it, the briefest of touches when you arrived home late one evening. A lengthy teacher’s appreciation outing led to you having one too many drinks. Practically stumbling into your ‘empty’ home at around 3 in the morning. You threw your body onto your couch after having kicked off your clunky Docs. Your first night out in months, and you were hammered. Not in the messy way, but in the eyes drooping, body dragging, chug-down-a-bottle-of-water-then-pass-out kind of way.

The apartment was eerily still, the television was on some channel with the volume turned all the way down. It was showing reruns of The Munsters. You scrunched your face up in contemplation. Did you even leave that on before heading out that morning?

The house was dark, abnormally quiet even though you lived alone. It wasn’t like you had people over that often these days either. So noise wasn’t even really an issue on your end. But something was off, not just quiet, it felt hollow. Like if you made a noise not only would it be out of place or maybe it would echo. It was chilly, you feared your breath would visibly puff in front of your face if so much as opened it a crack.

All of that aside, you were too drunk to even care too much about the odd feeling you were having. It wasn’t like you could do anything about it, even if you had the capacity to try.

Your hair was fanned out where you rested on the couch, some of it was messily covering the side of your face as you droopily stared at the television. The telltale signs of you dozing off. It was nice, having chosen to ignore the weird energy you were feeling inside of your home. It was probably nothing to worry about, you were probably just a little worked up and a tad bit drunk. (Very drunk.)

That wasn’t the case, because as you slowly blinked when sleep was clouding your vision almost entirely, you felt the faintest brush of warmth against your cheek. Your messy hair was being tucked behind your ear, slowly, deliberately. There was the feeling of light pressure from what you assumed was a hand. It traced your jaw before it moved your hair out of the way. Whatever it was, it wanted you to know it was there. The moonlight from the open window in the kitchen across the room was the only other source of light besides your television, yet despite the darkness you saw something.

Tufts of white feather-like hair that was poking in different directions. And as your vision focused, again despite the lack of proper lighting, you could make out the faintest silhouette. And finally, seemingly popping out of nowhere, those brilliant eyes. The rest of the figure didn’t take a proper form, but you knew what it was just from the sight alone.

It was what was plaguing your dreams. Your hallucinations. Your sleep. Your thoughts. Your entire being.

However, you weren’t paralyzed like all of those other times. You could wiggle your toes around without resistance. With hesitant fingers you pinched yourself just to make sure this wasn’t actually a dream.

It was real, they were real. You weren’t crazy, you weren’t hallucinating from the stress of your life. This thing actually existed under your roof. And it was staring at you, directly above you.

How were you supposed to react? Did it want you to be scared? That couldn’t be right, it had touched you so tenderly. Did it need something from you? That didn’t seem right either, because for weeks it’d just been silently watching you, having made no moves.

“What…” you paused to choose your words carefully, and those brilliant blue orbs widened in surprise. The creature was confused, if you could see it, why weren’t you screaming in terror? “What are you? Can I do anything for you? Do you need help?” Curiosity was dancing across your vision, but you didn’t want to seem like you were trying to be demanding or nosy. Didn’t want to come off as threatening in any way, you were sincere as you approached it. With a shaky arm you hesitantly reached out to trace that vague silhouette and it was warm. It was solid, velvety smooth, eerily like human skin. It allowed you to trace along its dark transparent face. Slowly blinking as you did so. Your small fingers curiously brushed over its eyelashes.

It didn’t respond, just continued to observe your movements. The room around you became warmer, and you weren’t sure if you were just really tired and seeing things. Or if it began to take on a more solid form. It leaned into your touch when your fingers traveled down its neck and shoulders.

“Are you hurt anywhere? Do you have a name?” The tv switched off, and you quickly snapped your eyes towards it. When you moved your gaze back to the mysterious creature, it had vanished. All traces of it gone, you were left alone in the dark. The air ran cold again.

When you maneuvered your cell out of your pocket to check the time, it read 3:15 and you sighed in frustration. Any time between 3:00 and 4:00 in the morning was when you’d wake up and experience your paralysis. It was undeniable that what you’d just witnessed was the thing that was actively haunting you.

Despite the close encounter, you still didn’t feel threatened. If anything you’d felt more intrigued, maybe even thrilled.

Thoughts of it actually existing didn’t leave your mind when you finally hauled yourself from the couch to your bathroom. The shower water ran, the bathroom mirror fogged up, and when you made moves to undress you stopped yourself. Has it been watching you shower all that time? Has it seen you do other, more indecent things?

“I-if you’re still watching, could you please go to another room? I’m about to shower now.” You called out into nothingness, your shower rang inside of your ears as you hoped for a response of any kind. You shrugged, because what was the point in even caring, now? It was probably privy to countless embarrassing moments.

When you were out of your shower, dressed and relatively dried, you called out into your empty bathroom. Even if it was pointless to worry now, you could at least try to assert some boundaries. “You can come back, I don’t know if you left; but if you did then thank you.” You glanced at your still-fogged-up mirror, and a smiley face gradually appeared. You held your breath, and shakily released it. Holy shit it really was…real. Present, tangible, even.

It was difficult leaving that damp space but you willed yourself to find the motivation to go to your room and lay down in your bed. The alcohol mixed with the flush that came with your shower had loosened you up, and you really just wanted to stay in the shower. You’d sleep in it if you could, that’s how much you didn’t want to leave the warmth. Thankfully, you didn’t have work in the morning as it was an unremarkable weekend. The comfortability of your fluffy pillows and blankets were practically calling your name. An exaggerated sigh left your lips when your body hit the soft mattress and you curled into it, enveloped by your soft comforter at last. You knew you were going to regret drinking so much in the morning, but in that moment you’d felt so at peace. You were more relaxed than you’d been in several weeks.

“Goodnight.” You hesitantly called out into your empty room, your curtains swayed, you heard crickets chirping. Yet there wasn’t a response of any kind, but a warm feeling filled you. You knew it was there, and that was all the answer you needed as your eyes began to lazily droop. Your body sank heavily into the mattress while sleep finally overtook you. It was the best rest you’d gotten in what felt like forever.

•

“Shoko,” you were sipping on a lemonade while your friend took a heavy drag from her cigarette. “I swear to god, I felt something and saw something last night.”

With only a couple hours of sleep, a nasty hangover to boot; those things didn’t matter as you willed yourself out of your bed that morning. You had to see her, tell her about what you saw. Shoko planned for the meet up the following morning weeks ago. Your hangover was brutal, but nothing would stop you from brunch with your closest friend. Especially not after what you’d experienced. She greeted you warmly as sleep still weighed heavily in the bags under your eyes.

In no time you were nursing a comforting drink, mumbling something preposterous into the early morning. She raised her eyebrows in skepticism, but didn’t argue with you. Shoko silently willed you to continue speaking as you took another sip from your hot beverage.

It was a beautiful morning, you’d met at her place for brunch, she’d served you something delicious for your raging hangover. And as you held your newly-served iced lemonade to your head, your nose wrinkled while you recounted the events of the previous night. “For some reason, when I asked for its-their, name; they completely vanished.” You took a sip, “But it was in my bathroom when I went to shower, and seemed to listen to me when I asked it not to peek.” You sighed heavily and the brunette snorted.

“A demon with manners? Decency? Can’t say I’ve heard of that before.”

“They were very beautiful, from what I could tell.” You stated, absentmindedly as if you were recalling the sight as you spoke. Captivating blues that carefully took you in, soft pillowing white lashes that fluttered as they blinked. “And warm.”

“Either you’ve lost your mind, or you are genuinely being haunted right now. I’m not sure what I should be worried about more.” Shoko muttered, the tired woman took another drag from her cigarette then, before stubbing it out. “I told you not to mess with that fuckin’ board, but nothing we can do about it now. Wanna crash here until we figure out what can be done about this…sleep paralysis demon?”

“No it’s alright, I don’t think they’ll hurt me.” You denied her offer instantly, barely even let her finish that last sentence before you interrupted her.

She snorted then, took a swig of her wine, and shrugged in defeat. Her hazy eyes looked at you, her tired smile amused and judgement free, “Suit yourself.”

The rest of your brunch was filled with lighthearted gossip. Scandalous conversation about this new girl Shoko was seeing or something crazy a mutual friend of a friend had done. She served you both mimosas that left you happily buzzed, your hangover from the night prior forgotten. It wasn’t long before you were being tightly hugged while wishing her a good rest of her day. If you get scared just come back to mine, ‘kay?

You left her apartment after you sobered up, not that you were going to drive. Her place was within walking distance from yours. You let the crisp morning air wake you up, after about ten minutes you were jingling your keys and unlocking your front door. You were happy that you didn’t have anywhere important to be, and you lazily threw yourself onto your couch again.

A strange sense of deja vu filled your stomach and chest, as you lolled your head to the side. Stared at your television once more, just the same as last night. However the room wasn’t as dark, sunlight shown in through your kitchen window and patio doors. Rather than The Munsters it was I Dream Of Jeannie. You know for a fact that the tv was off when you left that morning, a small smile pulled at your lips.

“Is this what you do while I'm away? Watch classic reruns?”

Nothing. Not a peep is said to you, but you feel warmth above you. Your hair being tucked behind your ear again, yet you can’t see the creature. Person? Demon?

“What are you?” The words leave your lips, and you clamp your mouth shut almost instantly. You didn’t mean to say that out loud, it came out like your mouth was under a spell.

The television shuts off, and the room turns cold. It was so quiet, and you knew then that you were alone. Which didn’t bother you, not as you pulled yourself from your couch and busied yourself with your regular weekend chores. You could wait for an answer, it felt like all you’d been doing was waiting. Waiting for something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You were almost certain the mysterious thing in your walls would warm up to you more. If visibly manifesting itself, and brushing its fingers along your warm skin told you anything. It was that it just might desire to get closer to you, too. The thought excited you, much to your confusion and horror.

•

The strange creature began to manifest itself more often as it grew in size and curiosity. Rather than the late night rendezvous you were accustomed to, it began to follow you around your apartment. At any hour of the day. An eye would be floating in a dark corner in your kitchen, maybe flush against the dim wall under your cupboards. Two more would appear in your study or bedroom when it was dark or shaded.

That was the only catch, it had to be at least somewhat dark. Otherwise you couldn’t see him.

•

Days passed from that one fateful encounter on, where manifestations would grow in intensity. It wasn’t extremely noticeable at first, because it wasn’t like the thing was rearranging your house or making your furniture float. There was no ectoplasm, you weren’t being possessed, there wasn’t the sound of creepy children’s laughter or footsteps.

Yet, you could see it-them? Him? more clearly. Was he feeding off your life force, your energy? How exactly was he getting stronger by the day? Rather than a faint dark blob with hair and eyes, you could foggily make out his full transparent figure. Smooth pale skin, midnight dyed legs and hips that faded up into his torso. You were thankful that he didn’t seem to have an exact human anatomy at first glance, because that could be awkward. A naked man floating around your house wasn’t exactly the welcome-home present you wanted. Not after a long day of teaching and grading papers.

Before, you wouldn’t have considered yourself a lonely person. Not with the amount of friends you had, the outings you took with them, the fond memories you shared. Although you could say that you were lacking in the romantic department. A good, serious relationship was hard to come by, and something you hadn’t experienced in a few years. Being a teacher kept you busy, you wondered how anyone had the time to find love these days. So maybe you craved companionship, someone(thing) to come home to.

It was nice coming home to your beloved nothing-yet-something. Your house was clean, nothing out of the ordinary, but it felt warmer. Which was ironic, considering you were basically being haunted. Those incidents were notorious for dropping the overall temperature of the room down. But no, it wasn’t like that.

The television would be flipped onto an obscure channel showing black and white reruns. The cookies you laid out were left uneaten, but you could tell that your creature had prodded them curiously. Did it even need to eat?

You noticed that your window curtains were always shut now. There was a small smiley face drawn onto your mirror after every shower. You never had a green thumb, but suddenly your sad plants were blooming and perky. It was nice, feeling like you were being considered and cared for. In the smallest ways, it made you feel seen and wanted.

•

Dreams. Haunting, flustering dreams that left you panting. You’d wake up aching, your skin on fire, your thighs soaking wet. It was a feeling you weren’t quite used to. Especially when you’d only dreamt of going to an amusement park. A movie you saw a couple of years back. Eating your favorite food. Why were you waking up so frustrated, why was your skin scorching to the touch? You brushed it off, it had to be nothing.

•

There were often moments where you found yourself running your hands through his snowy white tufts of silky smooth hair. He’d taken to resting his head in your lap, and dozing off on the weekends with you. Curtains drawn, lights dimmed low. You laughed at the irony of a sleep paralysis demon taking cat naps on a lazy Sunday morning. Half heartedly snoozing away as if he needed it. Not that he was ever actually asleep, but his pretty eyes would be closed. Cheeks puffed and lips pouting where he’d read against you. It didn’t occur to you that any of this could be strange, even if you couldn’t recall when you even began to get so close to him. Your mind was foggy, your body naturally welcomed him into your arms, your lap, behind you. He was very fond of skinship.

Was all of this okay? Feeling so domestic with something that couldn’t even fully verbally communicate with you. (At least not yet.)

Of course, something always felt a bit off about the entire situation. A nagging feeling that you tried to place; but hadn’t figured out just yet. It wasn’t urgent enough to cause you to dwell on it for very long. Not as he snaked his cool hands up your sides, gently dipping his fingers into your plush skin. Feline curiosity that got to the best of him, and caused his hands to wander.

He applied light pressure in areas that had you sighing. Your eyes would close, while he ran his fingers up and down, around to your back while you subtly arched. He would sit up, then owlishly blink at your every reaction. Run his hands up your torso, across your shoulders, down your arms. It felt like he was mapping out your body, getting to know the paths along your skin. It was a desperate game for you, keeping your teeth clamped along your bottom lip so the embarrassing noises wouldn’t come slithering out. It felt so good, but you knew it wasn’t meant to be sexual. That didn’t stop the small oasis forming in between your thighs.

His curious movements would go on for varying lengths of time. Sometimes only a couple of minutes. Other times those minutes felt more like hours.

The way he touched you didn’t surpass much more than some light petting. Never really below the belt, but his deft fingers would graze themselves along your thighs. Down to your knees. It felt more like exploration, relatively innocent, nothing more nothing less

Sometimes he’d get this itch to touch you just a little more. He’d slither down, between your legs and run those sinful, obscenely long pale fingers up and down your leg. Gently massaging and kneading your calves, behind your knees, down to your ankles and feet. It wasn’t clear to you what exactly he was doing, but you wouldn’t complain. Not when you were getting attention that you didn’t even realize you’d been longing for. It felt good, his deep massage along your sore muscles. His grin wasn’t so much sinister as it was cheshirelike. Could it be a display of fascination? A study of your anatomy and the way the muscles would dip and ripple with his movements?

That couldn’t be strange. You convinced yourself the creature was innocent. He probably had never seen a body so close before. Best to let him have his fun.

•

“Yuki, I’m telling you there’s something here. Please believe me.” Your eyes were pleading, voice desperate as you clutched your friend’s arm and hid behind her. Somehow you were still scared of the idea of ghost hunting despite your current situation.

It was the first time you had friends over since these strange incidents began. When you finally determined you weren’t crazy, you had to be sure that whatever was waking you wasn’t going to harm anyone. He was affectionate, gentle, and overtly curious. But he didn’t give off the energy that he’d harm a hair on your body, so surely it could be the same for your friends. Despite the gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach, just a small fear that things might go south; you hoped it’d just be like meeting your new cat.

Your friends, Yuki in particular, had a deep desire to meet your supernatural admirer (minus Shoko). Goth girls. Demons or Ghosts. You do the math. So naturally, when you suggested a sleepover, Yuki jumped at the opportunity to come to your place. Ghost hunting, lychee soju with a Yakult, greasy pizza? Sign her up.

While you extended the offer to your other friends, things came up and they all had to cancel. Yuki showed up right on time, however. She was practically vibrating in place, ready to get her hands on a tall, handsome, sleep paralysis demon. It irked you, that she was so adamant on potentially booing it up; but you knew she was mainly joking. Oof, he sounds like just my type. Maybe he’ll wake me up tonight, instead. You didn’t let it get to you too much. What could you possibly be possessive over? An idea? A being that didn’t even understand the concept of ‘boyfriend girlfriend’? Get real.

“Oh no, I believe you.” She muttered, it was pitch black in your room. Like the rest of the house, because she insisted that you couldn’t contact the paranormal unless it was the old fashioned way. Lights out. EVP devices. Camcorder. Flashlights. Prayers. “It’s just strange that he isn’t appearing. You said he shows up in the dark spots of your house?”

“And when I’m sleeping, at 3 in the morning usually. That’s when he’s the most active.”

“Hah, witching hour; typical. Maybe he’s sleeping, then. It’s only 11.”

“I don’t think they sleep.”

“Wanna drink some more and then we can try again later?”

“Yeah…”

There wouldn’t be a later. Because somehow, you both were knocked out before the clock even struck one in the morning. Lazily draped over each other on your couch; a half empty soju bottle dangled from Yuki’s hand. A flashlight was gripped tightly into yours.

Then you heard it, the lullaby you longed for. Speaking in tongues never sounded so tempting, so beautiful. Your eyes slowly opened, you were able to glance at a clock that hung on the opposite wall. 3:00 am.

You sighed then turned your head, right on the opposite side of you was your demonic friend. His face was dangerously close to your own, somehow you were able to make out his features more than you ever could before. Eyes that sparkled, put you in a trance that made it hard to move. There was a small noise, inhaling that came from him as he pressed his nose against your skin.

Sniffing you curiously, it caused bumps to form all along the velvety smooth area he nosed against. He glanced at your friend curiously as his hand, dipped and dyed a deep dark color; reached out and began to rub along your stomach. A new area he had yet to explore after all this time. Up and down, from your lower tummy, up to the middle of your chest between your breasts, then up your neck. His eyes never left her, not even as he pulled his face away from yours.

“Am I not enough for you?” His deep voice, so clear, the clearest it’d ever been. A low echo followed it, the faintest of whispers began to fill the room. It sent shivers down your spine, and oddly for the first time you were terrified. Not because he was intimidating you, but because one of your best friends was right next to you. Sleeping peacefully with her head limp on the back cushion. What were you to say if she woke up at that moment?

“I..what if she sees what you’re doing to me? What if she hears?”

“You’re the only one that can see me. The only one that can hear me.”

“What are you doing? W-what are you?” His catlike gaze shifted from her to you. Wide, blinking.

“I’m Satoru.” It was stated as if that answered all of your questions, as if that was so obvious. While it finally brought you some peace to know that this creature at least had a name, it only further confused you.

“What do you want from me?”

Go back to sleep, I’ll see you soon.

Your eyes drooped, your figure slumped before you could get another word out. You were hoping you were mistaken, but as your eyelids closed you thought you saw his figure turn partially black. From the cracks of your lids, just before you drifted off once more, you saw his face morph into something borderline sinister. Six glowing, beady, oceanic eyes that stared at you as you lost consciousness. A pair that sat above and then another below. Three pairs of eyes that you knew all too well. Not quite like an insect, it was borderline alien. Yet it wasn’t so scary, you dreamed peacefully once your own eyes finally shut for the night.

The next morning, you apologized to Yuki for falling asleep before the night could even begin. “Oh please, that was the most fun I’ve had in forever. That show we watched? I’m adding that to my list. Invite me over again, soon! Maybe your little boyfriend will make an appearance.” She winked as she waved you goodbye, and you closed the door behind her almost wishing she wouldn’t leave. You bit your lip as your house turned quiet, abnormally so. What had even happened last night? He…Satoru had never seemed so pissed off before.

There was a shift in the air, then his presence was along your back, your house descended into darkness despite the sun shining brightly throughout every open window. The curtains shut on their own, and the impossibly tall figure cast a shadow along your body. His fingers long, arms longer, draped and ran themselves down your shoulders and arms as he leaned down to your ear. You weren’t imagining things last night. Six eyes, not two, six of them on his face, peered at you from just around the corner.

“I want to lay with you.”

“O-on the couch?” Your breath caught, your heartbeat picked up in its place. He leaned a little further down, and his hands went from your arms down to your thighs as he kneaded the inside of them. He looked down at your body, soaked in the way you quivered beneath his touch. For a brief second, you hoped he didn’t notice how much heavier you began to breathe. Prayed to whatever gods from above that he couldn’t tell how wet you were becoming.

“On the couch, sure.” He lazily drew out, it sounded like he was teasing you. Satoru didn’t feel it was necessary to tell you what he really wanted to do. It could wait.

The sound of his voice, so clear, so deep, booming in that empty space that the both of you shared. It was going to take some getting used to. If your heart would even allow it. You slowly turned around, traveled your hesitant gaze up his body. Big, yet lean, moonlight skin that seemed to dance among a nighttime sky. Sharpened teeth as he grinned down at you, squinting feline eyes. Six. You shivered in place.

You maneuvered around Satoru, the creature followed you without a word to the couch. When you sat down, your pajama shorts bunched and rode up at the juncture between your thighs and hips. In your Halloween baby tee, your stomach poked out. He sat at your feet, and your wide eyes watched as he laid his head into your lap. Soft tufts of starlight that tickled your stomach, and you couldn’t help but run your fingers through it as he nosed at the skin where he lay. Long fingers once again began to rub up and down your thighs. Your calves. Your ankles. He then lifted himself just to bury his face right below the little pooch of your stomach. If you didn’t know any better (which, at this point, you didn’t) you would think that he was purring into the soft plush of your tummy.

“This is perfect.” He slurred, lightly mouthing at the fatty flesh and halfheartedly grabbing at your widened hips. You gasped, embarrassed that he would even do such a thing. You couldn’t stop him though, your hands had a mind of their own as you sighed and ran your fingers through his hair while he then lapped at the flesh. “I could eat you.” He mumbled to himself, softly biting as he said so. It wasn’t clear whether he was serious or not.

You stayed like that, silently, as you didn’t know what to say to him. Stunned, breath caught, yet perfectly entranced. Somehow okay with the way he experimentally licked at your lower stomach.

Little did you know that he was picking up on every reaction your body had. He could bide his time and wait for the perfect opportunity to pounce. Satoru was an awfully patient demon.

•

Was it strange that you began to wake up at three in the morning to the presence of his body over yours. You’d lay there, unable to move as he observed you. Hovering, not quite touching your bed, not quite placing himself onto you. What was he looking for?

What you thought would be regular however, only lasted a few days. To your astonishment, you stopped waking up as frequently at night after those few days of careful observation. Despite how much sleep you began to get, you were more exhausted than ever.

•

“Shoko, he’s really confusing me lately.”

“Who? Your demon?”

“Yeah like, ugh.” You held the phone up to your face as you browsed the isles of your local supermarket. Voice spoken in a hushed tone as you scanned the isles for your weekly necessities. You felt your period coming on, it could be any day now. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, but it had to be soon. You felt bloated, your breasts were sore, and damn it all you were so unbelievably sexually frustrated. The fact that you had a new roommate, supernatural or not; did not help the matter. It also didn’t help that despite everything, you kept becoming more attracted to him. “He keeps…” you looked around in embarrassment then cupped your hand over your mouth as you spoke into your phone. “He keeps touching me. But it isn’t sexual. But it feels like it could turn sexual and ugh. I don’t know what to do, I feel like one of these days I’m gonna jump his bones.”

“That’s disgusting.” You could hear her take a drag of her cigarette then exhale slowly, “maybe he’s one of those sex demons.”

“Wouldn’t we have, I don’t know, fucked by now?”

“God, you need to get laid. I could take care of that for you, if ya want.”

You snorted into the receiver as you threw in some feminine hygiene products to your cart. “Ha ha, not in your life.”

“Worth a shot. On a serious note, though, it isn’t that I don’t believe you. But I mean, even Yuki has been over there and nothing showed up. Have you thought that maybe, you should see someone about this? A doctor? A therapist? A priest? An exorcist?”

“No, not at all. I know he’s real, he’s probably waiting for me at home, right now.”

“Home. Sharing a home with a demon. You live a pretty strange life.”

•

“Satoru,” you were laying in bed, staring at each other while music quietly filled the space around the both of you. It was a lazy day, after work on a Thursday. The sun was setting, and you felt so tired but the desire to talk to him far outweighed the exhaustion. “Why have you never spoken before? Why wait so long?”

“Mmm,” he hummed as if he was thinking long and hard about the reason. His ink dyed fingers played with the ends of your hair as he spoke. “I was messing with you.”

“You’re so evil.”

“I’m a demon, comes with the title.”

Your fingers reached out to trace his face, warm and plump. He was ghostly pale, somehow it brightened under your touch. His eyes glowed in the dark space. Illuminating the area between you in a dim blue hue. “You’re done messing with me, now?”

“No, I’m playing a new game.” A grin, wide and unnatural spread across his face, sending a small shiver through your body. Your lips turned down in a mild pout, his grin only widened.

“Why can I see you better these days?”

“I’m stronger than I was before, your energy is quite delicious.”

“So I’m food for you?”

“In a way.”

“Will I die?”

“There’s a way to avoid that.”

“How?”

“You sound so eager.”

“I’d like to avoid death for now.”

“Smart girl.” He held a playful lilt in his voice then. His gaze darkened while he contemplated his next words carefully. A nervous feeling creeped its way up your spine, you weren’t sure why that was. In an attempt to ignore it, you held Satoru’s hand in front of you. Brought it up to your cheek and laid it there. It was rare for you to initiate physical contact with him outside of your daily couch naps. The action caught him off guard, his eyes widened when he felt a quick warm kiss against his knuckles. “The process can be complicated, I’ll show you soon enough.”

He’d make sure of it.

•

This beast was a romantic, you quickly found out. After weeks of tittering on a dangerous line, something shifted in the dark hours of the night. You had to wonder when it slept, if it even needed to sleep. The feeling of sleep paralysis hadn’t come to you in quite some time, so you were unprepared for it when it happened suddenly one night.

In the last few days, Satoru had taken to drawing you a bath before you came home. Making sure your dishes were done. Your house was in order. Which was sweet, really, but it only further frustrated you. Was he imitating domesticity for a certain reason? What was he doing any of this for?

You came home quite late (where have we seen this before); a little tipsy (yet again); and exceptionally horny (that’s a new one). There it was, your usual bath drawn. Although you were sure it wasn’t warm anymore. A fresh set of clothes was laid out for you as well. It irked you, the thought of your demon rummaging around in your drawers. (Your demon?) Taking out your clothes, touching your things without permission. Or even any apparent reason.

(The reason was that he enjoyed being able to even perform such acts. The ability to touch things, pick them up, it was foreign but pleasant. It was also a pleasure of his to do something for you, now that he could.)

You stared at the bath, suds having fizzled out, steam no longer rising, water completely still. Then your eyes shifted to the neatly folded clothes he laid on the countertop. A faded band t-shirt you wore to bed almost every night, lacy black panties that you were horrified to see, and a fluffy black towel. Although it was embarrassing to admit, the idea of him thinking of you. Caring for you. Turned you on like crazy, your thighs were clenching as you hastily left the restroom. Not even bothering to take a bath, it was so late you just needed to get to bed.

It had been a long while since you had an intimate partner, let alone even pleasured yourself. It was embarrassing being watched. There was a certain shame that came along with the thought of even needing to relieve yourself like that, to take the stress of your day away. And you couldn’t be certain if he would be around. His presence was constant yet unpredictable. The visibility, and tangibility only continued to grow. So you couldn’t even entertain bringing some random stranger home, not that you even wanted to.

That was beside the point, or maybe it was the entire point. The fact of the matter was that you were lonely, and craved physical intimacy. The demon, or angel, you still weren’t quite sure; only fed into that deep craving you had yet to sate. A certain appetite caught in the back of your throat and tickled the tip of your tongue. A burning sensation that pooled right below your stomach. In the same spot Satoru had taken to admiring and massaging and teasing with his tongue. Lapping at it like a kitten to a saucer of cream.

There was desire of course. A burning desire that makes your skin itch, as well as the valley between your thighs continue to ache. For eyes that glimmered in ethereal starlight. Staring into them caused your mind to fog up, then go scarily blank.

With the little alcohol left in your system, you decided to throw caution to the wind and say fuck it. You were a woman with desires. A grown woman that just needed relief this one time. If you could do it just this once, then you could move on from the feeling. Maybe even forever. Or at least until you found yourself a temporary place to stay every once in a while.

You called out into your dark home. Curtains drawn, television suspiciously off. The air is eerily cold. It was neat as always, but it felt almost uncanny. Strange, very strange. “Satoru, tonight, please. Don’t watch me. Go to sleep. Just tonight. Just this once.” Your words were held together in a jumble, yet you steadied your voice to the best of your abilities. It wasn’t that your nerves were on fire, your thighs just felt numb. You really needed him to listen to you, for your own sanity. There wasn’t an outright answer, you felt a tense warmth which was good enough for you.

An odd sensation trailed its way throughout your body. As your purse was lazily thrown to the side, your shoes kicked off as you walked towards your steps. Your skirt somehow got lost somewhere along the way. With shaky hands, you closed the door once you finally reached your bedroom. Slowly, heavily, your limbs felt like jelly. Was it really that serious? Were you that horny? That’s just pathetic.

There wasn’t an immediate move to disrobe, you kind of just wanted to crawl into bed and lie there. Snuggle into your covers and konk out. Yet the desire, the aching desire to just rub a quick one out was going to win. So you crawled your way into the far end of your bed. Pushed into the wall, cozy, safe, warm. It was comfortable, your bones croaked and moaned as you set into the mattress. Regret flashed its way across your tipsy gaze, momentarily; but present nonetheless. It was just a dull sting, regret for only two things:

Drinking with your coworkers

Sending Satoru away

In what world did any of this make sense. You had half a mind to doubt that he even existed on some days. Maybe you were so lonely for a partner, companionship; that you conjured up Satoru. Also, why the hell did you even need to send him away? This was your house, he shouldn’t be peeping into your room unannounced in the first place.

Your nose scrunched as you thought of how ridiculous all of this really was. How rude he was. How sweet he was. How attentive he was. How disgustingly ethereally beautiful he was.

Your thighs clenched and you bit your lip. In slight anger, and deep arousal. God, what the hell was wrong with you?! Why were you so turned on? (Ovulation, probably.)

A shaky sigh caressed its way between your plush lips. Hesitant fingers slowly slithered their way down your stomach. Hovered over that sensitive spot just a little down below. You looked down, then turned your head to the side. Your wall appeared darker than you remember it being. In your hazy state, it must’ve been the alcohol making your eyes fuzzy. You let it go, and made a move to cover your eyes with your free arm. For some reason, embarrassment creeped its way across your shoulders, up your neck, around your ears, across your cheeks. A tiny prickle ran its way all over your skin, the hairs along your body stood up in attention.

With your eyes shut, you slowly moved your lacy panties to the side. They were drenched, you’d never been this wet before. Your middle and ring fingers dipped a little inside, just to tease. Then you traced them up, and finally ran featherlight circles around your sensitive bud. A breathless choke rumbles out of you, then a euphoric gasp when you apply some more pressure. Once you started, it felt impossible to stop.

A dip, then a sensitive rub, a dip again, then a hesitant, surprised moan. Glasslike, not in the sense that it was shrill, but delicate. Like you couldn’t believe that your own fingers were feeling like the touch of another.

Sloshing that wasn’t noisy, but definitely apparent, filled its way around you. Your quiet, broken noises continued to spill from your trembling maw. You had to be quiet, what if Satoru heard you? Living with a roommate was tough.

“Nngh..” you continued to bite your lip, close your eyes, and visions of snowcapped tresses flashed its way across the darkness in your mind. “Ugh.” They always held a certain boyish curiosity, those crystalline hues. “Huff.” Your fingers circled your clit again, and again, and again. The other hand made itself useful, and unbuttoned your awfully skintight blouse. Pushing it aside, your face drew in with concentration when you gently massaged your breasts. It felt unlike anything you’d ever experienced alone, maybe even unlike anything at all.

Again, that prickly sensation made its way over your body. Hairs that stood on end while your toes curled and your whimpers filled the room. You looked down, you were so wet, this had to be something medical. Maybe you’d schedule a checkup soon, because the amount of sweet juices flowing out of you had to be abnormal.

It was incredible, you were fixated on your fingers going in and out. The loud noises that came from your pussy, the strings of arousal that visibly dripped, sloshed, and pooled. Jesus, it was obscene. His name on the tip of your tongue, so close to spilling from your lips. Then you blinked while still caught up in the sight of yourself. An eye appeared on your stomach. Blue, fluffy white lashes, pupil pointed at your face. Your thighs clenched immediately.

This fucker couldn’t listen to save his life.

“S-sato-” you blinked, in surprise, horror. He appeared over you instantly, before you could finish uttering his sinful name. The air stood still as he hovered, eyes locked onto yours. Hands and legs on either side. The weight of him on your bed, not just a spectator, but present and above you. “I told you to stay away tonight.” You tried to set your jaw, sound pissed off. But your brows worried instead, your voice came out breathless. Satoru could hear the need, his hands twitched as they held him up.

“You didn’t mean that. I’m a demon. Remember? Your dreams have been awfully shameless, lately.” He leaned his body in, slowly sculpted himself against you. Lower halves touching, and despite not ever seeing him sporting any genitals in the not-so-distant past. You felt something long, thick, hard. “This sweet body is craving me, just begging me to stay. You think I didn’t hear you just now?”

Satoru leaned in closer, rested an arm more comfortably on one side while he used the other to run his hands up and down your body. The same thing he’d always done. Loving fingers that pressed in just right, worked your aching skin and muscles. From the middle of your chest, down your stomach, and then just below. His fingers loved giving that special spot so much attention as he watched your reactions. It turned you on more than the idea of him touching your weeping flower. His massage was the best, you couldn’t stop the small cry that wept passed your lips.

“Ah.” With a panting, wet mouth. Satoru shuddered, then pressed his lower half harder against you.

“You wish to…copulate?” Those deviously treacherous fingers that you knew all too well, traveled up. Only to explore your mouth. They traced your lips, rubbed your tongue, felt your teeth. “Your desire is as soft and beautiful as silk.”

“I, Satoru, do you know what you’re doing? I don’t have any protection.” Your words were watery, muddled by his fingers feeling around your mouth.

“Protection? What for? Let’s make a child.”

“Can we even conceive one together?”

“I’ve been watching you very closely.” He avoided your question, let his fingers dance their way down your torso. A traveling little dance that would trace along the natural soft rolls of your skin. Twinkle along the dips then happily explore every curve and slope. When they found their way down to your lower half, they ghosted along your sensitively twitching arousal. “This body, it’s perfect. You're perfect. I made sure of it.” He touched where you were dripping, tantalizingly circled and dipped just enough to gather evidence. “This is because of me, right? Want more? I’ll give you more.” As if to prove it, he gently, slowly, moved his pelvis.

Scared was an understatement. You were terrified to look down at the giant snake-like thing between your legs. That wasn’t there before, where did it even come from? What was going on? Your brain was too clouded, too messy, to even begin to comprehend all of this.

“Satoru, what do you want from me? Get off, let’s talk about things. You don’t know what you’re doing.” Despite your pleas, your hands found their way around him, pulling him closer. It wasn’t that you were trying to play coy, you really were just wanting to be responsible. You couldn’t help that you wanted him badly, despite it all.

“I’m a demon, not fucking stupid.” He grabbed your hips, his voice was condescendingly sweet. Sticky with sugar venom that dripped down your throat and blossomed into the pit of your belly. You needed him in you. “I want to mate with you. Put a baby in you. Fuck like rabbits. I’ve been watching you for so long now, getting to know you inside and out. Your body was made for me, I just know it.” His voice was lilted with excitement, devotion, his own sense of intoxication. He’d waited as patiently as he could, but he knew you were thinking of him. The smell of your dreams, the scent of your thoughts and desires, they were clouded with the taste of him.

How could he stay away? He heard you all throughout the house with his keen ears. Felt your vibrating body through the walls. He couldn’t close his eyes to the fact that you were definitely getting off to the image of him. He could see it clear as day, when he popped into that humid room full with the scent of your actions.

He massaged your lower tummy, he caressed your hips, just for him. All of it was his, you just didn’t know it. Not yet at least. “If you want, if you really regret it, I can make you forget. I just want a taste of you, just a little bite.” He mouthed at your throat, smelled your pulse through your skin.

“No, I won’t regret it.” You felt a little droopy, kind of sleepy, your words slurred out just a little slower. You weren’t all that tipsy anymore, you sobered up pretty quickly considering your sleep paralysis demon was trying to jump your bones. But man were you tired. It was hitting you, how exhausted you were. “I’m tired, come inside and lay with me for a bit.” You wrapped your legs around him, his eyes widened in surprise. Like he didn’t expect you to open up for him so willingly. “Inside, put it in.”

Satoru wasted no time, all he needed was the okay from you. His hand gripped his aching cock, poked and popped on the ring of your sensitive heat. Gathered your honeyed arousal, and pushed in gently. You held yourself together, deep controlled breaths as you’d never taken anything so monstrous. You looked at him. Then in the spur of the moment, you grabbed his face into your hands. Blinked your hazy gaze, eyes that traveled from his beautiful face, down his Adonis-like physique.

Pale, almost dazzlingly pale skin, terribly human. Midnight stains, nowhere to be found. Except along the tips of his fingers. His wispy hair shook as his body shuddered with every movement below. Shallow, concentrated movements, in in in. You squeezed his cheeks, and pulled him down to meet you. Brushed your noses together, then innocently pecked him.

“Kiss me back.” you whimpered into his mouth, you made other noises too. They set his nerves on fire, made his eyes watery, his hand gripped onto your soft hip. He nodded, and those sharp teeth you saw only that one time made an appearance. His mouth hung open as he watched yours form a soft ‘o’ while you made small whimpers and desperate sounds. Satoru continued his deliberate ascent inside. Ah, ah, ah, ah. Over and over like a prayer, that sweet siren song surrounded his senses.

“Those noises you’re making, they sound so sweet. I wanna swallow them.” And he did, swallowed it right up with his mouth, his tongue, his serrated teeth. They dangerously snagged as he devoured you but you didn’t shed a drop of blood. He was as careful as he was hungry. His hips moved as you both became quickly entangled. Mouths and lower halves barely separating. Suffocatingly tight, practically relying on one another to breathe.

Thoughts you’d never had before began to swim inside of your hazy mind as your eyes remained shut in pure ecstasy. Thoughts of needing to carry his child, hoping it took when all was said and done. You tried to shake them from your mind, it was all lip service and influence; it couldn’t be your real thoughts. Just some heat of the moment shit.

He was making it hard, however. His hips glued themselves in place as your pussy finally sucked him all in. She cradled him with such care, you let out a shaky breath at the feeling of being so full. Satoru fared no better, he had to grip your hips even tighter to find some leverage. It was just so hard to focus on anything when he was being surrounded in your warmth. You wrapped your legs around him tight to keep him flush against you. “Mmmn, please don’t stop.”

“I thought you wanted to rest for a while? Are you taking back your words?” A slow, moist, lick, up your face from his saccharine tongue punctuated his teasing question. Shallowly, he moved just a fraction. Enough to make your tongue salivate but not enough to sate that pulsing point that continued to cry out for him.

“Oh god, don’t stop, please. Oh, god.” There wasn’t an immediate move to your mantra. But the air stood still as you tried desperately to collect yourselves. When you opened your eyes, his other eyes appeared around you. Floating, observing. His hair seemed to stand up as he stared down at you. Catlike curiosity present once more with a sly, subtly manic grin.

“I am the closest thing to God in this household, in this room, here with you. There is no God in this bed with you.” He drew his hips back, then deeply swung himself back inside. An embarrassingly wet squelch resonated as he did so. “You should say; Oh Satoru, don’t stop, please. Oh, Satoru.” He moved out then in again, “Satoru. Go on, I am your God, say my name. You should be praying to me instead.”

It was an entirely different intoxication that took you over. All the while you clung to him, with desperate fingers that roughly carded through his featherlike hair. You nodded, pecked, smooched, lapped at his sharp mouth.

“Satoru, give it to me.” You sucked him in, gently squeezed him, then rocked your pretty hips in place. “Fill me up, need it so bad.”

“Perfect.” He drew out while he pushed your legs into the mattress, then swiveled back inside. “Mine, made for me. Gonna give it to you.” It burned; that area right below your stomach. His newly favorite spot to massage. It burned, it itched, it ached. He cooed as tears pricked your eyes, your body felt limp somehow despite your efforts to remain coherent and in control. The pleasure drove you towards a mental cliff, you were dangling right off the edge. “Whoops, ‘m I too much for you?” He drew his hips back, “This weak human body can’t stand this big demon cock?”

“This is crazy.” Polished black nails held onto the skin of his back for dear life. He hissed as you scraped your ecstasy down his back, then finally he pushed his pulsing dick back inside. “Oh, G-Satoru. Please, don’t stop.”

“Divine intervention wouldn’t be able to pull me out of this tight. Fucking. Pussy.” Each word was punctuated by an aggressive snap into you, followed by a lewd squelch that resounded every time. Searingly, his long fingers tensed in place around your hips. Lower halves in perfect, erotic tandem, pushed and pulled away from one another. A lewd dance, slick and heavy. It was suffocating to a degree but you knew you wouldn’t be able to breathe if he left you. Your teary eyes shut as you laid your head into your pillow. So tired, but unable to stop yourself from meeting him halfway. “If you need to rest, I’ll take care of you.”

Satoru shrugged your desperate hands off of him. Encouraged you to lay on your side comfortably, then gave you a spare pillow to hold against you. “That’s your favorite way to sleep, right? Go on, close your eyes. Rest.”

Breathless, you pouted, “but I wanna cum…”

“I said I’d take care of you,” Satoru snuck his hand low, between your closed thighs. Carefully, his middle and ring fingers dipped and ghosted over your aching clit. Wet, dripping strings of arousal ran up and down your crying slit, he used it to stimulate your most sensitive area. Slowly and light, with just the right amount of subtle pressure, exactly the way you wanted it. “Didn’t I?” You didn’t dare open your eyes, but you nodded and did as you were told. It was strange, how you were sleepier, body heavier, but still conscious enough to feel the intensity of his ministrations. The care he was taking to ensure you both would bask in the throes of pleasure only riled you up further.

A good, (slightly tipsy) nap, while getting your body rocked by a powerful supernatural being? Every goth girl’s dream. (No, probably just yours.) The sensation of being in and out of consciousness, barely asleep but not as alert as you could be; it wasn’t like anything you’d ever felt before. True to his word, the big creature held you gently. Teased your pulsing clitoris, massaged your sensitive breasts, pushed in and out of your weeping pussy. Enough to have you make barely audible noises that he’d kiss from you. It was soft, intimate; not at all what you thought sex with your sleep paralysis demon would be like. Not that you’d imagined it…all that often.

Your face was scrunched, mouth sleepily hung open as you clung to your pillow. It was comfortable, the soft pillow that you laid your head on, your plush comforter that was rumpled beneath the both of you. Laying on your side, with your legs lazily closed. Your body that was gently jostled to accommodate his pleasure and yours. It was so wet, the mess that was being made between your lower halves.

Those skillful digits could feel your body tensing with every deep thrust that was made. Your thighs would clench, along with your insides. A burning warmth traveled along your chest and face, scarlet that embodied embarrassment and arousal.

Ngh. Huff. Ah. Huff. Mmph. Huff. Those same sequence of noises began to fill the room as your desperation gradually took over. All you could feel was the push and pull, the way his hot thing rubbed every spot that had your toes clenching. Fuck a nap, you needed more.

“Somehow you’re noisier, even though you should be sleeping.”

“‘M close, Satoru.”

“That so? How are you feeling? Have you rested enough?”

“I think so.” With a hesitance that was comical considering he was inches and inches buried inside of you, you opened your eyes. Quickly, you covered your face with your hands, just to peek from a crack. He looked heavenly, was he sure that he wasn’t an angel? You could imagine that only a perfect being after exerting itself, could look this good. Starlight bouncing hair that barely held an ounce of sweat. Misty glowing body, abs and pecs by the mile. How was he so big? The way his figure looked above you, your breath stuttered as he hungrily peered from that height. Whatever he was thinking, couldn’t be good.

His movements stopped, just so he could scoop you into his big arms. You scrambled to wrap your legs around his waist then your arms around his shoulders. Prayed that his powerful thighs could hold your weight. Plump, pink, pearlescent lips ghosted over yours as he held you against him. Without thinking, you ran your fingers into his hair and pulled him into a sloppier kiss.

Tongue, teeth, you dragged his bottom lip with you as you pulled away with a loud pop. It caused his hazy eyes to beam in surprise, his hips to falter in their slow, lazy movements. “Satoru, is it tiring for you to maintain this form?” You brushed your fingers over his face, above his eyebrows, down his cheeks, across his lips. “I’m not scared. Would you like to rest as well?” You ran your fingers over his dazzling eyes, they closed at the touch. Although it was featherlight, it drew a pathetic mewl up from the back of his throat. He needed you to touch him like this more. Tenderly.

“I don’t need rest.”

You shook your head, and wrapped your arms around him. Pulled him against you gently, hugged him in place with his head laid against your rapidly beating heart. “Everyone needs to rest.”

There was a shift under you, then a shift around you. The eyes that had been carefully observing everything going on, vanished suddenly. You felt Satoru’s figure grow against your body. If you weren’t mistaken, he’d grown inside as well. A surprised gasp was pushed out of you, but you couldn’t dwell on the way he felt. Because Satoru looked so different in almost the blink of an eye.

Moonlight cascading from his roots, just past his ears. Six eyes, feline, comforting, familiar; spread along his face. They held a certain inquisitive delight as you trembled around him. His hulking body, bathed in the night sky you’d grown to appreciate, was more solid than you’d ever seen it.

It was hard not to appreciate the time you were constantly waking up at. The time you began to spend with him. At a time of night that was usually so terrifying, yet it naturally became like a sweet haven for you. As it always held Satoru. Even when you couldn’t see him. You could always find him in the dead of the night. It might have started off slow, but you were so used to him being around that you weren’t sure what you would do without him.

“Pretty,” you kissed the bare skin of his lower jaw, his mouth quivered at the gesture. “You’re so pretty, Satoru.” You rubbed his shoulders, squeezed his cheeks, pecked his trembling lips. Then you tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear, “my pretty demon.”

“I wanna get you pregnant, fuck.” He laid his head against your chest once more, and cuddled his face into you. “‘M your pretty demon.” You pulled him into another kiss, this time tender.

“You’ll stay if you do?” It was a whisper of a question, soft and vulnerable against his lips. Maybe it was time to start thinking of a family. (If your mind was clear enough you’d be shouting from the rooftops to please actually think things through.) You were at the age when most of your friends’ children would be about ready to start at least preschool. Yet you had some whose children were already in elementary. A white picket fence didn’t sound so bad, a pretty baby with hair the color of illuminated snow. Eyes bluer than the sky above.

The topic of literal demon spawn running around the house, and how exactly that would all workout, could be explored at a later date.

“I’d be insane to let you go.” He nuzzled his cheek into your hand, “I might eat you, though.” He licked where his head rested, then nibbled at the plump of your cheek. “That alright?”

The fogginess in your mind (unsurprisingly) warped your judgement. Influence from the position you were in (sat in his lap, legs around his waist, arms flung around his neck, fingers woven into his hair) could make you agree to almost anything. It didn’t sound so bad, being consumed by the beautiful demon before you. Like always, you weren’t sure if he was being serious, or what he exactly meant by it; but regardless your head heavily nodded in agreement.

Satoru laughed in your face, amazed by how impressionable you had been that entire night. Enamored with how easily you gave in to him, “I won’t eat you, you silly woman.” His hips finally began to shallowly move up into you. His eyes were a little scary, they remained open just to watch your every reaction. All six of them continued to glow in the dark of the room, casting moonlight across your sweaty body.

“Feels good.” He slurred, his head dropped onto your chest while he held you in place. If you had the strength, you’d help him out and do some moving. But your poor hips were so sore, your legs jelly, you could hardly lift yourself up to meet him halfway. He didn’t seem to mind, as his big hands found purchase around your waist and did the moving for you. It was almost like he was using you, you were sure you resembled a sex doll as you let him have his way with you. “Hah…fuck.”

There was hardly a care for anything, because it felt out of this world. You were surprised that you could even take as much of him in as you were. Your poor small, tight, dripping pussy. She was working overtime to accommodate the size of him. Somewhere along the way, after minutes of staring into each other's eyes unblinking. With your fingers twisted into his hair, and your mouth dropped open, you felt it.

Drool slipped out of your mouth as it hung, but what did that matter? You were so close, you could feel that delicate knot in the pit of your stomach. “I might cum.” You whispered, those tears that threatened to spill earlier were finally making their way down your reddened cheeks. “Fuck, this is crazy. I’m gonna cum.” It was all you could get out, as a desperate mewl shook itself from the depths of your stomach. Your eyes squeezed shut as you finally found the strength to grind yourself in his lap. “Anh, Satoru. I wanna cum, can I cum?”

He kissed you to shut you up, if he heard anything else he’d blow his load too soon. He needed to last just a little longer, just enough to push you over the edge. Satoru wanted to win the little game he was playing all by himself, he had to get you to finish first. Your orgasm was on the tip of your tongue, he could see it, feel it, smell it, taste it while he beat up into you even harder. Somehow he was able to wrangle even more of himself inside.

It winded you as he bullied his way on top of you, tossed your limp body onto the bed and pounded his devotion into your sobbing cunt. “Go on, then. I’m not stopping you.” He grabbed your jaw, patted your cheek when your eyes threatened to close again. “Focus on me, look at me.” Finally, as he thrust inside roughly, he was buried to the hilt. Tears of his own were on the brink of expulsion, his delighted cock wept pre while it enthusiastically kissed your cervix. “Go on, you want to finish, don’t you? Do it.”

“I’m cumming, ngh!” His words tipped you over the edge. Or maybe it was his dazzling eyes. His sinful mouth. That monstrous cock wedged between your sweetest spot knock knock knocking against your cervix. Whatever it was, it did the job and your toes clenched while you came. Tears continued to fall from your eyes, “Ah, ah, mmph!” You clawed at his back, siren-like sobs wracked your convulsing body. Not only had it been a long time since you last had an orgasm (because it was difficult rubbing one out with a demon stalking you), but it was the best orgasm you’ve ever felt. The seconds of convulsions had your weeping flower squeezing Satoru’s bullying, demonic thing for dear life.

“Fuck, I’m cumming inside.” His hips slammed into your limo body, tiny spurts of your slick arousal would spatter out as he did. With wide, crazed eyes, he took in every reaction he could. Moaning at the sight of your trembling body. From the wet mess that couldn’t stop coming out of you, to the small swell in that spot he was so fond of kissing. The tears that descended from your pretty eyes, and the way your mouth hung open so prettily. It was too much, it caused some of his own overstimulated tears to cascade down his cheeks. “Ngh, take it. Take my seed, get pregnant.” Slam, grind, he wetly kissed you as he kept repeating those two motions.

Warmth began to flood your inside, his tears mixed with your own as his mouth continued its tiresome waltz with your trembling lips. It’s like he couldn’t stop, not even if he wanted to. His hips just needed to keep moving, his cock needed to stay buried inside of you, his face needed to be glued against yours.

“Your soul is mine now. You can’t get rid of me.”

“Don’t leave me, love you. Love you so much, Satoru.” You sobbed into his mouth, a confession that was a long time coming but it took a huge weight off of you nonetheless. You felt a little ridiculous, as there were still so many unanswered questions, and you hardly knew him. But it wasn’t like you had a choice or special reason for the way you felt, you just loved him. The concept of love wasn’t necessarily lost on the demon above you, he’d just never experienced it before. Obsession? Sure. But love? That was new. He thought that he could definitely love you.

With a final push inside, he stilled to catch his breath. Sharp teeth that showed as he panted, six eyes that wept constellations, and you reached up to wipe them away. In that moment stars were in your eyes, they twinkled with every feeling you tried so long to suppress. You wanted something with him, you wanted him safe, you wanted him to always be around. A future with him could be uncertain, but maybe things could work out. Crazier things are bound to have happened somewhere, right?

Exhaustion, fatigue, every word for tired, couldn’t begin to describe the way Satoru was feeling as he held himself against your body. His eyes wanted to droop shut, his body craved that sweet feeling of going limp. It was a sensation he had never felt before, yet as it began to consume him it was so natural to take you into his arms and just rest there. He laid on his back as he rolled to have you on top of him. Still fully seated inside of you, with no intention of drawing himself out. Satoru just wanted to stare up at your ceiling, just as you always did in the dark of the night.

“Want to nap with me?” Your voice was muffled against his voluptuous chest. It was so warm, so plump, so cozy that it took everything inside of you not to just pass out right there. “You might not need to sleep, but why not just nap here with me? Sleep is good for you, especially because you just worked so hard.”

“I suppose I could close my eyes for a bit.”

“They must be so tired.” You caressed the skin beneath you, then ran your fingers up his neck and across his face. Delicate lashes flattened under your considerate touch.

“J-just a little.” He stuttered in embarrassment, an emotion he was experiencing for the first time. Exhaustion. Embarrassment. Affection. Lust. Love. All of those feelings, so new to him; but not at all unwelcome. He didn’t realize how tired he actually was, how much he wanted to sleep.

You cuddled into him, ignored the cramping in your hips and thighs because there was no way you were leaving the safety net his body was providing. “Then sleep, you deserve it.”

“I am, I am.”

•

Strange, your body was sore. Your limbs were so stiff, there was a crick in your neck, and everything felt heavy. A groan resounded into the desolate room, then a shift below. A weak, very shallow thrust that had you silently gasp into the plump chest you were sleeping on. There was no way you could go again…

Oh who were you kidding.

Your sleep clouded brain wasn’t in any state to even begin to wake up enough to start again but your heart began to tap itself in place earnestly. It felt as if your eyes were weighed down by bricks but your eyebrows still frustratedly drew in. The only thing you could manage to do was squeeze the demon (man?) beneath you with no more strength than a kitten could produce.

Although. If you set your hips a little lower, spread your thighs a little wider, hiked your knees up a smidge higher; you could take in his half-awake erection deeper. A relieved, sputtering breath-like noise crawled out of your throat.

It wasn’t quite morning, but the night had surely passed on. You were surprised the both of you had fallen asleep almost right away. Maybe your bodies needed to get used to each other. If the bruising finger prints that were affectionately stained over your gripping points told you anything. The scratches, the lipstick, the love bites.

Was it wrong that even though you had barely any energy left, you weren’t even fully conscious; you felt riled up? You weren’t an insatiable woman by any means. One round, maybe two, was good enough. Scratched that little itch you’d have every now and again. Although riding solo almost did a better job for you than having a partner. Intimacy with Satoru felt special, different. A pact sealed by your bodies, with chemistry unmatched.

It really wasn’t that you weren’t satisfied, his work was beyond anything you could even begin to describe or even experience again. Definitely not with another partner. Sure, you were naked; but it was like your soul was laid bare for him to see. Those dazzling eyes, long limbs, finely tuned muscles; of course they drew you in. Could anyone blame you?

You shifted in your spot again, smushing your slit on the tuft of hair along his lower half. Satoru’s hips barely responded to your movements, it hardly gave you the slight friction your body was craving. If the two of you kept it up, you were sure to be too sore to function for the next few days. Good thing it was a three day weekend.

“Your body,” his voice surprised you, it was cool, deep, low, alluring, “needs some more?”

Embarrassment tickled your chest but you knew you couldn’t hide the way your dripping heat clenched around his growing hot length. Ribbons of your combined arousal would surely help speed up another round. A quick one, that’s all you wanted.

“Please, only a little.” Your arms stretched out to loosely loop over his shoulders. His body slowly went to his more human-like form, the one you were all too familiar with. Two crystalline pointed, heated, ravenous eyes were fixed on your lazily writhing body. You clung to him, flush against him, wet with overwhelming desire as you both began to wake up.

“Mmmn.” A buzzing contemplative hum rumbled throughout his body. Satoru’s hands slid down your sides, then his strong hands secured themselves on the plump skin of your thighs and hips. Experimentally, he swiveled upwards. Enough to make your eyes flutter as his tired hips had you bounce in place with his small but meaningful movements. A thrust that lifted you just enough to plop back down, only separating the two of you a fraction.

The gooey mess he’d kindly left inside of you earlier was the least of your concerns. At this rate, you really would have to worry about pregnancy. If this was a normal tryst, unprotected, spur of the moment; it’d be annoying but easy enough to deal with.

Did contraceptives even work against supernatural sperm?

“How rude,” he was mean for a second, slamming your hips down while he harshly swung his own hips upwards again. “Thinking of something else, when you woke me up for this.”

“Sorry,” you weren’t sorry, it was clear because you hadn’t moved a muscle that entire time. Taking advantage of the way he’d just have you mount him and hold on, like he was using you more than you were using him. “Feels good. ‘M so wet, Satoru. Don’t stop.”

His pelvis dangerously kissed your clit, you soaked his trail of hair every time they’d meet. Your pussy just couldn’t help the way it happily dripped for it. I’m really made just for you. Your thoughts and senses were full of only him.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

The demon below you planted his feet on the bed, lifting his hips higher. His hands lifted and dropped you onto his thick velvet rod without a single care for the fact that you refused to move yourself. If he craved more friction, he could do it himself. And he was more than happy to, enjoying using you and being used by you.

Because you were certainly using his sculpted body, this was for you after all. “Ngh, keep it slow and deep.” You mumbled, so tired and on the brink of falling asleep again. Staying awake wasn’t a huge issue, especially because tingling bloomed across your skin and his huge thing hit spots you didn’t even know anyone could reach. Your limbs were just too much like jelly, and you couldn’t keep your eyes open for very long.

Satoru didn’t mind, it felt more than good for him either way. He wasn’t opposed to the prospect of either of you falling asleep, either.

“Satoru, right there, ngh.” The fingers that were resting over his chest, barely scratched at his skin as they sunk into the soft muscle. You tried finding purchase on those glorious pectorals. The feeling of your small hands made his arousal stiffen even more as he drove into your sweet spot. “I’m gonna cum again, please, cum inside.” Your open mouth panted against his flushed pink skin, your tongue lolled out to lap at the sweat that formed. Your noises, fragile anh’s and oh’s and ugh’s filled the space.

His own groans and whimpers created a salacious harmony that only the two of you could share. Fuck, ‘m cumming! was all he needed to hear to drive himself over the edge. A final, deep snap resounded while he pressed tightly into you one more time. Shot after heavy shot left you impossibly full. Globbing out and pooling where the two of you stayed connected. Sweat glistened over the both of you, and dripped down your spent bodies.

It took all of your energy for you to lift your head up, your hazy eyes met his own equally tired ones. Matching rouge splattered across your faces and chests. Sweat-slick hair stuck to your foreheads while the rest of it was tangled in every which way from hours of rolling in the sheets. A domineering grin, not as sharp as earlier but somehow more intimidating and intoxicating; spread across his sly face. His warm palm soothed your lower back and plump backside. A pointed fox-like canine sparkled in the moonlight before he spoke.

“Think it took?”

•

“So lemme get this straight,” a cigarette dangled from Shoko’s mouth as it hung open in disbelief, “you woke me up to go out with you, and get a Plan B…because you fucked your sleep paralysis demon?”

“I just don’t think I’m ready to be a mom.”

“I’m sorry, I’m still stuck on the fact that you fucked a demon.” The two of you were parked in your driveway, early the next morning. Warming yourselves in the car as you quickly explained why you called her over. She had half a mind to call you insane and insist on getting you help, but there were marks on your neck you had trouble covering up. A permanent flush and breathlessness that kind of grossed her out.

“I would say it was more like making love.”

“That’s disgusting.” Her grip on the steering wheel relaxed as she heard you giggle at her response. Seeing you so at ease, and like you’d gotten some good sleep, it set her mind at ease just a little. Whether you were telling the truth or not, didn’t really matter. You seemed more calm than you’d been in a long time. “But okay, I’ll take your word for it.” Before she could pull out, your front door flew open. And Shoko comically rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

A gorgeous man, with milky skin, hair bathed in moonlight, covering himself with one of your large fluffy comforters. Ran out waving a small rectangular device. Satoru, clear as day, not transparent, not even looking the slightest bit monstrous, called out to you, “You forgot your phone!”

“Are you sure that’s not an angel?!”

•

a/n: I know this isn’t like, scary by any means. But I was baked while I wrote most of this and freaked myself out for a little bit. Pls if you guys liked it, comment, reblog, and like if you want to :) this one was shorter than I’d like it to be, but I wanted to try getting another Halloween fic out after this one so I cut it just a little! If you’re interested in small blurbs or what have you surrounding this specific couple, pls message me with requests :)

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