the concept of a rift being created between both universes, identified by the public safety when devils start retreating into a cut in the atmosphere to escape multiple battles. devils appearing in the dc universe, being handled by heroes and forces who aren't knowledgeable in what these devils are, and how to deal with them.
public security that sends their experimental special division into the universe to deal with the threat to protect (other-worldly) civilians by sending the devils back to the original universe, and identify the cause for this rift.
fiend reader who's a part of this division, and can't for the life of them take anything seriously during the whole thing. these people, this world, they're all so similar to the foreign comic books they indulge in back home! sure the names are a bit off, and you don't remember some of these -mans and -womans, but it's so sick to see these flashy old fools anyway!
devil hunters who are also seen as threats by the justice league, since they can apparently summon monsters of equal danger, have a slight sense of disregard towards casualties and infrastructural losses, and use strange abilities to presumably help the monsters escape through some strange portal.
the story that goes over different cities and different batches of characters per "arc", if i extend it out that long. i do want a focus on constantine (for the occult), zatanna (for magic), superman (some devils are kaiju-like, right? and science) and batman (for the technical elements) 's mythos, but i'll skip around the other characters too.
for the chainsaw man view, i'll have to take a few liberties. unlike dc, and like most manga, csm follows a story that's already there. i'm going to kind of pull them out of that and probably miss out on a number of character defining things. i think it might be a bit awkward too since i can't exactly pinpoint at which place in the timeline i pull them out. the starter csm character rotation will however have denji, power, aki, beam, kobeni, galgali, angel and kishibe, so it's somewhere around and about the katana-man arc.
fiend reader that the devil hunters vote into an "ambassador" type of role but because they can't take shit seriously they're just loitering around like a bum irritating everyone. think; isekai story where the (somewhat) all-knowing protagonist doesn't really gaf.
maybe there's an aki and rose wilson thing, maybe power and batgirl (from power's thing with the bat devil) and maybe denji and fiend reader mistake constantine for kishibe from a distance, i dunno i'm still getting there.
anyway i just want to write this real bad because i'm getting really attached to csm. let me know if it's interesting and i might just indulge in it... its always better to have people to chat about it to than to just write into the void,,
pairing: beam x gn public safety devil hunter reader
tags: csm, gn reader, fluff no angst, reader is beam's partner instead of denji, reader keeps some distance/is somewhat cold to beam, no established relationship, can be read as platonic
description: when the two of you are out on patrol, it suddenly starts raining. beam finds joy in the cool water, and so do you. (your devil deals have not been specified!)
a/n: ik in the series beam can patrol on the streets because he can swim through solid surfaces but i imagine there has been an instance or two of his fin being spotted so... precautions
word count: 712 words
the city is loud. always has been.
a man crushes a cigarette but under his polished work shoes, exhaling deeply before crossing a street. a crow caws for a few moments before being scared off a traffic light's pole by an oncoming truck, even if it won't get hit by it. someone spills coffee down their new suit and swears to no one in particular.
the sun that makes your skin shine slick with sweat that rolls uncomfortably into your eyes somehow is covered momentarily by a cluster of clouds across the painfully blue sky.
next to you, your partner only adds to the noise of the city, mumbling words you can't quite make out, his mouth muffled by the rooftop pavement. only part of his head sticks out, and, thanks to him, most of your patrols take place above ground, just in case an observant child or terrified mother points out the fin on beam's head swimming through the streets.
great. only a little closer to the sun, really. only a little more exposed to the summer's heat and humidity. really, it's not much. only a set or two more of clothes to wash at the end of the day. only a few more droplets of sweat that sting your eyes and taste like salt and filth on your lips.
really, it's not that bad.
the sun comes back, blaring over the entire city. you swear you can hear the groans of salarymen and cafe workers in the streets below harmonise with your own.
eventually, you stop walking, taking a break to wipe the beads of sweat forming at your forehead. man.. how long has it been? is the patrol finally done? it feels like it's been more than four hours, but the sun's still just as high in the sky as it was before you started.
in the distance, you spot a series of dark clouds that drifts slowly towards where the two of you are patrolling.
finally, you think.
you sit down on a nearby air conditioner vent that sticks out of the roof of the building you're on. there's no point in patrolling, and if it rains, maybe you'll get to leave a bit earlier.
when the clouds finally do come, they block out the sun almost entirely, which alone makes the afternoon a lot more bearable.
beam, who is still mumbling and is unaware that his words are almost completely incomprehensible through the concrete, notices that the sun is gone and finally sticks his entire head out of the roof.
"rain!! water!!"
he looks around as a few droplets start to leak out of the bluish grey clouds, people on the streets underneath starting to run for cover or reach for umbrellas as the clouds empty further, turning into a somewhat heavy drizzle.
you watch him out of the corner of your eye, having not moved from where you sat earlier as he swims around in the roof, delighted by the cool water. how naive. how happy. it seems simple to be a fiend.
your hair and uniform starts to get soggy, but it's arguably better than the sweat that they shone with earlier. it's cold, anyways. which is always better than the heat of the sun.
beam seems happier whenever there's water around. in the few months you've been his partner, you've noticed that whenever it rains or you two get assigned to a mission or patrol near a body of water, he becomes more excited and lively.
well, he is the shark fiend. makes sense that he likes water.
"look! puddles!! more water!" beam exclaims, diving up from the surface of the roof into the air, then back into a puddle, which splashes water on him and all around him.
at this point, neither of you want to continue or finish the patrol at all. i mean, it would be alright if you reported back and lied a little about the rest of the patrol. you only had to cover a few more streets anyways. and it wouldn't be a complete lie, after all, the two of you did patrol half the city earlier in the blazing heat.
it'll be fine if the two of you just sit here in the rain. it's quieter anyways.
The thought of a powerful demon!reader having Beam as a pet is hilarious lmao. Pet play with Beam and Denji would be so hot
ohh... yeahyh!! petplay with beam... stuff..
domtop male devil* reader. petplay...
this would be so easy,,,, especially being a powerful devil? taking on beam as a pet for you to laugh at and mess with because he's just so fucking funny?? and that's attractive. he's already so much of an animal!! slobbering, all over you in excitement... beam is so silly how could one not be obsessed with this freakish little shark thing...
from then on, forever! treating him like he's fucking stupid.,,,, playing hot and cold; loving the way he tilts his head and frowns so pitifully when you're mean to him. depraving him of his apparent favorite thing to do when he does something particularly unfavorable? beam... being a little freak, his favorite thing-! burying his face in your crotch and humping your leg...! but, whatever lord drowning wants... yes, yes, beams' sorry, he'll atone...,,,
beam... practically urinating from excitement, imaginary tail wagging when you originally met on earth... swooping in to take him under your wing and do whatever you please with...
now every chance he gets to be so close to you he's frothing at the mouth, never straying from your side !!! mumbling; "lord- l-lord drowning..." hugging your leg on his knees, rubbing his snout all over your thigh, breathless. like, wow... he really is funny... let's see what else he can do... chiding him to call you by your human name, not your true name. it sounds so much better when he calls you by your human name ...!
yes, yes shark devil - he is mine. no arguing, because there was no one to argue with. not even beam himself??? lord drowning, lord drowning...!!!
teasing his double cocks, milking him and treating him like the good boy he is,,, scratching his tummy when he's naked, baring himself on his back,,, cooing at him like he couldn't understand any other way...
anyone could figure the freak was starving for touch. enjoying anything you give him... masochistic shark hybrid, incredible!!
"who's a good boy? who's a good boy?" being a condescending prick, even if he doesn't really understand your tone ??! he's just so fucking excited to be near you, to be able to be touched by you and touch you, to serve you. anyone could see that if he were to stand from the floor, wall... bricked up like a total idiot loser.
getting a huge fucking tank for him. knowing he could just,,, sink into the ground and swim around to his hearts content... but isn't this so much better?you can see him so clearly, how he has so much fun swimming around, showing off for you...! the best, ,,, i cant believe he likes me so much ...,, i'm sso honored....
.,,, sticking dildos on the glass for the fun of it. just so he can play around when you're out,,,, having a strict rule for him to stay put for the time being. you're the only one who's demands and rules matter anyway... coming back and watching him play with himself.,.
wowww hes such a good listener, how long has he been going at it? considering how he's all trembling in the water and it has a weird film,,,, gross. you'll have to clean it later... and for now he can come out and bounce on something real no matter how overstimulated his poor lil body is,,,!!
which is something he's clearly honored, eager to do... he's whining, mewling your name, your status according to him... thick offwhite cum spewing from his double dicks, occasionally nothing at all... you're either nice enough to clean him up, cooing and making him feel better ,,, or making him sit in it like the dirty fuckin freak he is?? thoughts, thinking, thinking....
äžć€§ synopsis æŠèŠ: csm characters with a doctor reader
DENJI . . .
denji would be acting so silly. he would be grabbing gauze and scalpels from the medical bag you brought, causing you to swat his hand away and him to laugh. he would be poking your face as you wrap and stitch up the huge gash on his arm. âcan i get the hello kitty band aids?â he would ask while he kicked his feet and plastered a smile on his face trying to convince you to use them. âdenj those wonât fit on this woundâ, he would pout and go silent until you grabbed one out of his designated band aid box(full of a bunch of childish band aids) and put it on his cheek with a small kiss. âthanks docâ
AKI . . .
aki would be quiet. he would sit calmly with a cigarette in his mouth and just watch you patch him up. he wouldnât look away from you as your gaze meets his in a silent plea for him to be careful, just giving a small smile and finally looking to his lap instead of your eyes. you would pick his face back up and take the cigarette from his mouth and put it out, grabbing an alcohol wipe and rubbing it along the cut on his lip. ânext time at least aim to get hurt somewhere other than your handsome face..â âpffftâ
POWER . . .
she would be on one. pacing around the little room, her blood dropping onto the floor and making a mess everywhere. âHOW COULD THINE SELF GET HURT LIKE THISâ she would yell, throwing her hands up and groaning out about how she ruined her favorite shirt. âpower sit down.â you would tell her, running around after her like a chicken with its head cut off trying to catch up. only being able to grab onto her by the horns sticking up out of her head and pulling her towards the bed where all of the medical supplies were. âSIT POWERâ âNOOFOâ
BEAM . . .
heâs just happy to be there. he would be overly ticklish and would giggle everytime you brushed your hands or a wipe over his skin. very over dramatic. he would let out an over exaggerated âow!â everytime you used an alcohol wipe or something sharp on him, resulting in you shaking your head and rolling your eyes at him. âhey if you would be more careful i wouldnât have to do thisâ youâd tell him with an attempted pointed look as you started wrapping his arm but failing and laughing, âlisten lady, i gotta be your big strong boyfriend who beats people upâ âbeam YOU got beat upâ
KOBENI . . .
she would be passing out and hyperventilating. holding onto the walls and dragging herself onto the floor. she would be crying looking at her wounds, and then looking at you for help. âHELLP I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DOOOâ she would wail and curl into a ball, making you pry her hands off her knees and lift her shirt to see the wound on her side. you would be laughing at her and practically laying on top of her legs to hold her down so you can give her stitches. âDONT FLING THAT BOOK AT ME KO!â
Chainsaw Man, eventual romance/smut/fluff/and some gore, but none yet, unedited, more chapters to come. It starts off slow this chapter but it'll get good later, if I stick with it
Well-paying jobs tend to have some odd attributes. Some dangerous ones, too. But money is money. Besides, after moving out to the middle of nowhere and learning the ropes of your new job, it wasn't too bad.
People in the city still thought the Devil Hunters had the most difficult job. Oh, they couldn't have been more wrong.
A few miles outside of civilization was a house. Not a small house, not one fitting for a new couple or one with white rooms built for modernity. No. It was an old house, ageless in its years, painted the color of moss, with the room for countless people, and a big yard to match. The giant family that had left the place vacant years ago spared no expense on the decor.
It became known as Hellâs House. Such an evil place was bound to have an evil name. According to Kishibe, the man who first showed you around, the Hunters had coined the term in the 70âs. The name simply stuck.
The danger of working in such a house wasn't because of the house itself. Instead, it came from the beings that freely roamed its halls.
Devils. Fiends. Whatever fresh horror the Devil Hunters picked up and dropped there for the staff to take care of.
And you had decided to join that staff. To become one of the few remaining Hell Maids that took care of and trained the creatures Hunters decided needed to learn obedience before working for the organization.
The title âmaidâ was a little too mild to describe your job, but you didn't mind. The Devils could call you whatever they wanted if it meant you still got paid, and could keep your beautiful attic room that overlooked the garden.
The large, stained-glass window had its downsides, too. To be exact, the way the sun filtered through the purple panel and shined directly into your eyes at 6 in the morning. Oh well, at least it meant waking up early enough to have a cup of coffee in the morning and truly wake up.
Today was no different. You donned your uniform, zipping the black skirt that reached just beneath your knees and tying the matching white apron with a fluffy bow in the back. Bows were easily undone, which meant if the Nail Fiend was feeling violent again today and tried to grab the strings, you could easily slip away before they got the chance to hurt you. Practicality was a must in this place. The little scar above your eyebrow was proof of that lesson.
Finally, you slipped on your shoes and bounced down the stairs with a spring in your steps. Mornings were always miserable, but today, you felt a little lighter.
Nobody was awake yet, not the other Hell Maids nor the few Devils that resided in the halls. That meant you had the kitchen to yourself. You went straight to the coffee machine without a second thought. The rich scent of crushed coffee beans filled the air, filling the old room until you were practically salivating.
âCreamer, creamer,â you mumbled to yourself, searching through the fridge desperately until you found the familiar jug. You poured a generous amount of liquid into your cup until the familiar hue formed.
Then, you stuck two pieces of bread into the toaster, before coating them with butter. The Future Devil, a permanent resident of the Hell House as a retiree, must have taken the last of the strawberry jam. You cursed him under your breath. He could have at least warned you last time you went to the store that the supply would have been out by now. The damned prankster always liked to get on your nerves.
You tried not to let it bother you, even though you knew he already saw your irritation in his prediction. Instead, you shook your head and took a bite of toast before returning it to the plate.
The plate of toast and a warm mug of coffee occupied your hands, so you pushed the back door open with your hips. Dirt stuck to the soles of your shoes as you stepped off the stone path to sit on a bench beside the roses. Cold air quickly turned warm as you looked above the rim of your mug. The sunrise was beautiful, warming everything in its path and infecting it with its glow. Back in the city, you never would have gotten a view like this, nor had the energy to get up and watch it.
But this place, as evil as people claimed it was, had its charm.
You basked in the sun for a long while, closing your eyes and taking an occasional bite of your makeshift breakfast. You didn't want to spoil your breakfast too much, not when it was Lenoreâs turn to cook. While Devilâs donât eat in a human sense, even they piled their plates with her pancakes. Galgali, of course, just stared. His fascination with watching people eat was not subtle in the slightest
The only reason you eventually opened your eyes was when your silence was broken. There was a loud rumble coming from the road. You blinked a few times, leaning forward. The familiar, shiny metal was familiar. You didn't want it to be. The single car that belonged to Hellâs House was parked securely in the garage. It was necessary since being so far out from the city meant limited public transit. But this car headed down the only road that led to the cursed house, had to be driven by one type of person. A Hunter.
Having a Hunter driving out there only meant one of two things. Either someone was leaving, or someone was getting dropped off. You wouldnât have been warned either way.
With a sigh, you got to your feet, dusting the bread crumbs off your skirt. If someone was coming, then it would be best if you were inside to prepare. And if someone was leaving, well, you didn't want to think about it. There were currently three âpatientsâ in the house you knew of. And both two rather⊠permanent.
The Future Devil had been in this house longer than most of the staff. He wasn't necessarily good, but he wasn't exactly evil. Chess matches with him were always fun, even if he had an unfair advantage. If you were being honest, you weren't playing for the game. Just for the drama he had to tell someone. He spoke of the world about the life beyond the walls, about people that neither of you knew. Without him, life in this place would be considerably more boring. Though, you doubted he'd be taken back to the underground prison with his âgood behavior.â
Galgali was sent here for similar reasons. With his human memories resurfacing, he couldn't focus on work anymore. The Violence Devil needed a place to vacation that wasn't just another cage. His polite demeanor made his request possible, so he was sent here. You remembered when he arrived he had kissed your hand. A gentleman in every sense of the word.
And if Nail left- well, you'd be a little less sad, but sad nonetheless. Luckily, they weren't as violent as they once were. They were temperamental, yes, but they no longer took out that anger on you. At least, not as often as they once did. Sometimes they were sweet. They even offered you a hug when they found you crying about being homesick. Their pats on the head and their tutting when you did something right was becoming something you looked forward to. The only reason a fiend like them was allowed to take a break from the field was because they were becoming too violent with their coworkers, meaning once they reformed, they would go back to their job before. Still, Nail had a lot of work to do on that front.
You walked back to the kitchen and turned the faucet on.
The thought of a new person raced through your mind as you rinsed out your mug in the sink. You didn't want the dynamic around the house to change. Such a thing made you nervous, regardless of your job. What if the new resident was violent, like Nail? Or somehow worse? You were just a civilian, things could always go wrong. Your coworkers wouldn't always be there to save you. The thought made you shiver and you could have sworn the water coming from the faucet turned cold. You didnât want to think about that. Everything was going to be alright. This was a job, they wouldnât let you die.
The Future Devil slinking down the stairs was the only thing that dragged your attention from your mindless washing. âYouâre worrying for nothing,â he chittered.
You dried off your dishes and pruned hands to turn to him. He had swapped his roots for legs, but still maintained his terrifying figure. It had been a struggle to get used to him when you first arrived. Now, you didnât even bat an eye.
âAm I?â You said with a smile, leaning back against the counter and crossing your arms. âThen you wouldnât mind telling me whoâs going to end up at our doorstep any second now?â
âHmm,â he pretended to think, before shaking his head. âNope. Not unless you want to make a contract, of course.â
You rolled your eyes. It was always a contract with these Devils. Though, you doubted you had anything he truly wanted. âHmm,â you hummed, mocking the way he did. âNope. Iâd say Iâm alright.â
The Devil giggled, in its macabre way. The sound lit up the house. In its wake, it caused a fiend, a Hell Maid, and a Hell Butler to stir awake. One by one, they trudged from their rooms.
âYouâre practically an alarm clock at this point,â you teased Future.
He shrugged. âWe canât have anyone late for the arrival of our new friend, can we?â
Madoka was first down the stairs, adjusting his glasses with one hand and trying failing to finish buttoning his shirt with the other. Lenore followed him, tying her box-dyed blonde hair into a ponytail. Her roots were starting to come in, which meant sometime soon she would ask you to help her bleach them. The tie on her apron hung loose. She had woken up later than usual, especially when it was her turn to cook this morning.
âGood morning!â You said with a smug smile. For once, you were more awake than they were. They both returned your greeting with far less enthusiasm. Strange, because usually, at least one of them was in a good mood.
After Madoka found his place at the coffee machine and Lenore grabbed a tin of cinnamon rolls from the fridge, Galgali came down to join. As soon as he sensed food was about to be eaten, he would show up. You weren't entirely sure the Fiend slept.
âGood morning,â the Violence Fiend said, voice soft, his mask bobbing.
Like clockwork, the three of you responded.
It was the Future Devil who finally shifted the bland conversation, the eye in his chest blinking. âHoo hoo! It seems Nail won't be awake in time for our new friendâs arrival!â
Lenore looked up from the blue package in her hands to the Future Devil. âThe who?â
âKishibe,â Madoka mumbled as he filled his coffee. âHe would have told us if there would be a new residentâ
âWould he really, though?â Future taunted.
Kishibe technically ran Hellâs House, but his visits were rare. The rumor was that he became manager for a time once he decided he was too old for fieldwork. He had gone back to being a Devil Hunter a few short months later. However, he didn't shut the place down. You had only met the man once, when he first showed you around the place. He didn't seem like the type to call in regularly.
You swallowed, before adding on, âI saw a car heading this way. So, either way, somebody is coming.â
The crew tensed, having the same reaction as you did earlier. However, the Future Devil was too busy giggling to himself and Galgali was staring at the cinnamon rolls Lenore was baking so intently anyone would have thought he hated them.
The Future Devil held up three fingers. âThree...â
Everyoneâs gaze snapped to him, then the door. The Devil was playing tricks again.
âTwoâŠâ
Crap. You guess this is happening now. You said a quick prayer to nobody in particular, hoping that whatever deadly thing that stood on the other side of the door wasn't completely unhinged. You really wanted to survive this job, at least a little longer.â
âOne.â
The oven chimed just as a knock on the door sounded. Galgali ran to save the cinnamon rolls while you, Lenore, and Madoka crowded the front door.
With a shaky hand, you twisted the door handle. Only to immediately be met with a strange assortment of people. An exhausted man with a pin-straight ponytail, a boy with blond hair who seemed like he'd rather be anywhere else, and a third man- no, a fiend, who looked too happy for his own good. The smile that revealed his too-sharp teeth from beneath his shark head had clearly been the thing that annoyed the Hunters during their drive up.
Madoka put a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back, before offering a bow. Both you and Lenore follow in tow, offering a small curtsy. It had been so long since the Hunters came that you forgot the proper greetings.
Luckily, Madoka did the talking. âWelcome, Hunters, to Hellâs House.â
The man with the dark hair nodded, the closest action to appreciation he could give. âThanks for having us. We are here to drop off-â
âWoah, are those cinnamon rolls?â The blond man pushed past you, heading straight for the kitchen.
The shark-headed fiend looked desperate to follow, but the Hunter kept him in line. Quite frankly, the man looked like he was about to cry from frustration.
âIâm sorry about them,â he said. The line sounded rehearsed, spoken so many times his throat had gone sore. âDo you have some time to discuss Beamâs arrangements?â
Lenore spoke up, âYes. You can come with me, if you'd like. And the others can take care of⊠Beam, was it?â
Beam didn't respond. He was staring directly at you, like you were something that fascinated him. You were used to such stares from hell-beings, since they weren't human they tended to be interested in them, but this was different. He looked just like a curious puppy. Nothing like the monster you imagined him to be.
âYeah,â you said, putting on an easy smile. âThe cinnamon rolls just got done, so you can have a few with your friend.â
He looked to Aki, who nodded. Instead of running straight there like he clearly wanted to, he shifted on his feet, staying still for just long enough to say, âYes. I would like. Veries much.â
You made a mental note about his adorable response. Maybe while he was here, you could help him with the language. After all, this was a place of healing.
âLetâs go have one together,â you offered, leading him into the kitchen.
âSo good, so good, so good!â He chants like a prayer, his cock bruising your walls as he fucks you with limited (if any) regard to your own pleasure. He wants to care, he really does, but he canât bring himself to go any slower.
Warnings: Beam being over enthusiastic and causing pain, biting w/ blood
Beamâs pace in your cunt was almost enough to make you yell at him to stop, to slow down, but you would rather die than have his cock anywhere else. One of his hands grips your hip so tightly you can feel the fingernails he has digging painfully into your flesh while the other one holds your head down against the carpeted floor. His drool drips onto your back at various intervals, sliding down your skin to the floor and soaking into it.
âYouâre so good too, fuck, so good.â You agree, though youâre certain that Beam can hardly even hear you. Between the sounds coming from your bodies moving together and his own incoherent compliments and babbles.
âSo good, so good, so good!â He chants like a prayer, his cock bruising your walls as he fucks you with limited (if any) regard to your own pleasure. He wants to care, he really does, but he canât bring himself to go any slower.
His hand on your back travels up to grab your hair and pull your back against his chest. You can feel his heart galloping as his hips mercilessly drive his cock into your pussy. The sounds from your wet cunt are so loud that you can hardly even hear your own thoughts over them. You can feel your slick arousal coating your thighs.
âWanna knock you up, wanna fill you so full!â His voice is loud and it makes your ears ring but at the same time you can feel your tight cunt clench eagerly at the idea of him flooding your cunt with his cum.
âDo it, do it, do it.â You request over and over again, your mouth filling with drool at the idea and sliding down your chin. Youâre sure that you look like a mess, but you are also sure that Beam looks just as filthy in his sex driven state. You goes still in you for a moment and you whimper immediately, your hips moving his cock in you while his brains works to process your request as though he didnât even realize that he said anything to begin with.
âWait, really?â He starts to ask but he canât stop his hips from delving his cock into your wet cunt again rapidly. He pushes you back down against the plush floor, both hands against your head and keeping it pressed hard on the ground. A sloppy grin is on your face, youâre certain youâre making noises but your heart is pounding so rapidly in your ears that you canât tell for certain.
A sudden white hot flash of pain radiates from your shoulder, the warm blood leaking from the wound as Beamâs sharp teeth latch into your soft shoulder. Then his cock twitches and his hips stutter in their movements. His hot cum floods your aching cunt quickly, you can feel it dribble out of you and slide down your inner thighs and onto the carpet. You make a mental note to clean it up as soon as you possibly can, but for now all you can do is whine as his cock slips from you.
His shuddering body flops down on the ground beside you, his breathing hard and labored as he wraps you up in his arms, his legs entangling with yours. He nuzzles his head in your shoulder, a flash of pain hits you before it settles into a small buzz.
Summary: True to form, when the shark fiend get wind of your reciprocated attraction to him, heâs quick to claim you as his.
Disclaimer: Minors DNI, Unedited
Warnings: feral!beam, smut, masturbation, dubcon, somnophilia, oral(male receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, getting walked in on, voyeurism, fucking in a public shower stall
Word Count: 3.2k
Beam honestly hadnât meant to take it this far. And wasnât entirely his fault either. When he started spying on you from inside your bedroom walls, he really did have pure intentions. He just wanted to see what kind of things you were interested in, what you did outside of devil hunting. He wasnât human after all, how was he supposed to know that most humans wouldâve found his stalking creepy?
And to be fair that was as far as it went for a while, with Beam secretly admiring his lovely coworker as you did mundane things like listen to music, watch a movie, read a book, ect. However, the innocent reasons for Beamâs visits twisted into darker desires when you came home from a long day at work, intending to use your alone time to destress.
He watched you begin your usual routine, shedding yourself of your work clothes and throwing them in the hamper. But instead of changing into something more comfortable, you grabbed something from your nightstand and laid down on your bed. Beam analyzed the device in your hand, it looked like a large wand with a ball at the top. He was startled by the sound of moaning coming from your phoneâs speaker.
He swam towards your head so he could see what you were watching. His face heated up at the contents of the video, there were holes cut in walls with cocks poking through and naked women who sucked and fucked them. Suddenly the device in your hand started vibrating and you directed in between your legs, your face twisting into an expression of pleasure as you let out sinful noises of your own.
Beam felt his cock harden. If he were human he mightâve gotten embarrassed and fled before you could catch him peeping in on you like some kind of pervert. But in his fiend-mind, it felt as if you were putting on a show just for him. He could do the kind of stuff you were getting off to. He wondered how youâd react if he phased his erection through the wall. As hard as it was, he held back, not wanting to scare you off just yet. He stayed inside the wall and enjoyed the show, rubbing the tent in his shorts every once in a while to try to relieve his aching cock that longed to be inside you.
Youâd lost track of time during your self-care session and before you knew it the sun had gone down and it was time for a good nightâs rest. Much to Beamâs dismay, your playtime ended with one last powerful orgasm before your wobbly legs carried you to the bathroom so you could clean up the wet mess between your shaky thighs. When you made it back to your bedroom you flicked off the lights and once your head hit the pillow you were out like a light.
Beam watched your form rise and fall as your breathing evened out. He contemplated what he wanted to do next, he knew he shouldnât, he should leave you be and let you rest peacefully. But you were laying on your side, facing him, your face inches away from the wall he was hiding out in. It was too tempting. He didnât want to do anything bad, he reasoned with himself, he just wanted to see what it would look like next to you.
He phased his hard cock through the wall, hovering right above your face. Although he told himself that he wouldnât do anything else beyond this, the sight of his sex so dangerously close to your cheek only spurred him on. So he gave himself the excuse, just once, just a taste and heâll leave you alone forever. He hesitantly brushed the tip of his cock along your soft lips, coating it with your sticky chapstick. He shouldâve known this wouldnât satiate his appetite for you but only increase his hunger tenfold.
Careful not to wake you, he forced your jaw open, your teeth grazing his shaft, as he slowly stuffed your mouth full of his cock. It took every ounce of strength in him to refrain from fucking your face. And if he was being honest, the only reason he stayed inside the wall and didnât claim every inch of you was because he didnât want this pleasure to end here. Oh, no no.
This would become a regular occurrence for the shark fiend. After work youâd head home and do whatever you felt like in the comfort of your own house, unaware of the predator running his tongue along his sharp teeth as he stalked you. He was so close yet just out of your view. Heâd wait until he was sure you were fast asleep, then heâd indulge in the euphoria your hot mouth provided. Leaving you to wake up the next morning with a salty taste in your mouth.
He nearly jumped out of his own skin when all of a sudden you started sucking. After months of taking advantage of you in your sleep, heâd finally been caught. At first, you thought it was just a realistic wet dream when you woke up with a cock in your mouth. Then when you realized that you were very much awake, the panic set in. It was only for a moment though, there was only one fiend that you knew of that could phase through walls. And it just so happened to be the one you had been pinning after for a while now.
You knew relationships between coworkers were wrong, relations between humans and devils even more so, but you just couldnât help it. There was something about his sweet, eccentric, personality that left you wanting more. This was a blessing in disguise, a way for you to indulge in your fantasies without technically doing anything wrong. If you just kept your eyes closed while you bobbed your head up and down his big cock, you could pretend you were still asleep and helpless. That way you wouldnât be the one to blame for any misconduct.
This time Beam was the one who was clueless. He truly believed you hadnât woken up. He was overflowing with happiness. In his mind, if you craved him enough in your dreams to please him in real life then you were his. You belonged to him. When he came down you throat with a low growl, he once again fought against his desires to fuck you into next week and left so you could have the the rest of the night in peace. Unbeknownst to you, you faking being asleep is what temporarily saved you from the beast you had just awoken who was soon to devour you.
After completing your mission of taking down a devil that had been terrorizing a nearby town, you opted for showering at the Public Safety Bureau instead of your home since your work clothes were drenched in blood. You dropped your gym bag at the entrance of the shower room alongside the bags of the other women in the same predicament as you. The steam that clouded the room had you itching to get your dirty clothes off.
You closed the curtain behind you as you entered one of the empty stalls, hung your towel on the door, placed your shower products on the floor, and finally peeled off your uniform which clung to your skin due to the mixture of blood and sweat coating you body. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as the warm water made contact with your skin, rinsing off all the gunk. Red water flowed down the drain as you lathered yourself in body wash.
Turning your back to the showerhead, you rinsed the shampoo out of your hair, running your fingers through each strand and undoing the knots when all of a sudden you felt something poke your ass. You had to hold back a yelp as you spun around to see a hard cock sticking out of the wall. You could practically hear your heartbeat in your ears, pressing your thighs together as the heat between your legs became wet with slick. Despite the visits he paid you in your sleep, you never wouldâve thought that he was bold enough to pull a stunt like this at work. But what did you really expect? He was a fiend after all.
Becoming even more aware of your surroundings, you turned your back to the wall once again. Your eyes fixated on the entrance to the stall as your mind conjured up the image of one of the girls pulling back the curtain and catching you in the act. But even with your paranoid mind, you still reached behind you, grasping Beamâs cock in your hand and slowly stroking, the water raining down on you acting as a lubricant. Shivers ran down your spine, the risk of exposure both terrifying and exciting you at the same time.
While you focused on the sound of footsteps leaving the room, you continued to jerk his cock until the water pouring from the showerhead in your stall was all that could be heard. You waited for a few minutes to make sure that all the other girls were done with their showers and when you were sure that you were alone, your worry was consumed by your desire.
You faced the wall, your lust swirling through your lidded eyes as you stared at the tile as if you could see the fiend behind it. Heâd been the subject of your fantasies for a while now and after finding out what he did while you slept, this had been a long time coming. You pumped his cock a few times before tightening your grip and yanking him through the wall. As Beamâs body roughly made contact with yours, you threw an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into a heated kiss.
âWe have to be quick, okay?â You whispered against his lips.
Receiving no response, you assume he was just too into the moment to reply and and turned around, bracing your hands against the sides of the stall. âOh!â You let out a small yelp when you felt Beam roughly grab your hips, his nails digging into your flesh as he pulled you closer. His cock forced its way into your tight pussy without giving you anytime to adjust. âOh.â
He wasted no time before he started pounding away at you. You winced at the pain but you had told him to make it quick, maybe you should've specified that he needed to be gentle upon entering. It was too late for that now but soon the pleasure began to drown out the pain, his long cock massaging your gummy walls, hitting all the sweet spots your fingers couldnât.
You bit your lip, trying to conceal the noises that threatened their way up your throat with each sloppy thrust of Beamâs hips. Honestly, it was pointless to hide your moans, the sound of wet skin slapping against skin which was loud enough to be heard even through the drumming of water raining down on the both of you wouldâve given anyone who walked in a good idea of what was happening.
With all the pent up sexual tension you two had, it was long before you were approaching your orgasm. You pussy fluttered, clenching around his cock, moans slipping from your lips as the tight knot in your gut snapped. You didnât think much of it when Beam continued to thrust into you, after all, he hadnât reached his peak yet.
All you could was reach behind you to rub his chest, a silent coax for him to follow you into bliss. Just as you were starting to grow worried that someone might walk in and catch you two, your thoughts were drowned out by a second wave of euphoria. Much to your relief, this time as you came around his cock, you felt him release inside you.
However, Beamâs hips still frantically met your ass, his cock hadnât softened even after he spilled himself inside you. A twinge of fear struck you as your hand pushed against his chest. âBeam.â You tried to walk away but his tight hold on your hips made it impossible for you to escape. âBeam, thatâs enough-â You tripped over your own feet, falling through the shower curtain.
Even as you tumbled to the ground, Beamâs thrusts didnât so much as falter. In fact, the position you were now in seemed to satisfy some primal urges within the fiend. You heard him grunt and pant above you like he was a wild animal. Your knees scraped against the floor as the fiend rutted into you.
âWhat are you doing?â You asked between sharp breaths.
When Beamâs unwavering onslaught brought you to a third orgasm, you gave up trying to fight him. As you went limp in his arms, your face pressed against the cold floor, you wondered if this was ever gonna end. You didnât know how long it was before footsteps echoed through the room. Your body was so overwhelmed by the pleasure and pain that all you did was listen as gasp was heard followed by the footsteps running back the way they came.
Of course, your little interruption hadnât fazed Beam in the slightest. Your saving grace came minutes later when multiple footsteps barged into the room. âBeam?â The fiend tensed at the stern voice of Miss Makima which had never failed to terrify him. But instead of letting you go, he shuffled back into the stall, pulling you with him. Heavy work boots came into your view as two men grabbed the shark fiend by his arms and hoisted him off of you. He didnât go easy though, he kicked and struggled against the men as they dragged him out of the room, shouting about how you were his.
The redhead kneeled in front of you. As the sound of Beamâs yelling faded, her soothing voice flooded your ears, âYou poor thing. How about we get you cleaned up?â
Of course, your manipulative boss had found a way to exploit the situation. She sounded so genuinely sorry for you at the time but a week later, she was asking you to do it again. Her explanation was that it was some sort of experiment, to see why a fiend had attached itself to you. According to her, it was rare for a fiend to care about another being, especially a human.
You knew it was a lie, youâd worked with enough fiends to know that they were capable of feeling the same kinds of emotions as humans. You didnât know why she wanted you to do this but here you were, in a dark room with nothing but a bed, a clock, and a two way mirror. All because you said yes. Both you and Makima knew that she wasnât exactly asking, youâd do it whether you liked it or not. But nonetheless, you had accepted her request because deep down you were craving it.
You couldnât deny that it felt amazing that day and no matter how much you tried, your toys simply couldnât replicate the feeling of Beam bullying his cock into your weeping cunt. You were itching for another taste so when the opportunity presented itself you hopped on it right away. Besides, she promised that it would only last an hour and then theyâd stop him. You could handle an hour.
When the clock finally hit 12:00PM, the door to the room opened and Beam was shoved in. He immediately rushed over to you and engulfed you in a tight hug, inhaling your scent. This past week was hell, he was so worried theyâd keep you away from him forever. You returned the gesture, gently rubbing his back in a soothing manner.
When he pulled away, he surprised you by shoving his swim trunks down his legs and kicking them to the side. Your eyes trained on his already hard cock, it seemed that Makima had already explained to him what was going to happen. Since Beam was clearly eager to get down to business, no words were exchanged between you two as you began removing your clothing. His erection twitched each time an article of clothing fell from your body.
You climbed onto the bed with Beam following close behind. This time you were far more comfortable as the fiend relentlessly fucked you. The bed was softer than the tile floor, you were free to let out as many pleasurable noises as you pleased, and if you ignored the two way mirror there was no risk of being caught.
Half a dozen orgasms in and you were close to your breaking point but it was 12:55, there was only five more minutes to go. You kept your eyes glued to the clock as the minute hand ticked by for what felt like forever before it hit 1:00. Your heart sank when another minute went by. No. On, no, no. You tried to give them the benefit of the doubt but when four more minutes went by you realized that no one was coming to help you. This was a mistake, you thought, she lied, of course she did, she knew you wouldnât have been able to handle this.
You stared at the clock, feeling like you were losing your mind with each passing second, your body turning to mush from the fiendâs touch. You tried not to panic, How long could the fiend really keep this up for? He had to get exhausted or even bored at some point. You watched as the clock struck 2:00.
Then 3:00.
Then 4:00.
Then 5:00.
Your eyes remained on the clock even when you werenât able to comprehend what the numbers meant anymore. The clock had become a black and white blob, the image was blurred even further by your tears.
You were too out of it to realize when it had finally ended. When the hour hand made it back to 12:00, the door to the room opened. This time Beam left without a fight. He knew heâd be able to do this again, thanks to the deal Makima had presented him which you were still blissfully unaware of.
Makima was greeted with the sight of your numb body convulsing when she entered the room. She brushed your hair out of your face, drool was leaking from the corner of your mouth as a blubbering mess of gibberish slipped from your quivering lips. She had to hide a smile at the pitiful sight. âYou know, your troublesome shark friend is a lot more cooperative when youâre offered up as a reward.â
With a snap of her fingers, a fresh set of clothes was brought into the room. Youâd be cleaned up and safely tucked away in the comfort of your own bed by the time you came to. Running a finger along the side of your cheek, Makima suggested, âPerhaps Iâll allow him to have you for a full twenty four hours next time.â
