Summary: The approach of a stranger causes the demon August to show back up in your life.
Word Count: ~1.6k
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Coercion, Demons, Not taking 'no' for an answer, Violence. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Catch up on August's story here. This is the same Kemp from Last Night.
A/N2: Reader is plus size, female. No other physical descriptors used.
At this point, you really shouldn't be surprised at how bad your life has gotten. Ever since Andrew tried to turn you into a Stepford Wife and unleashed the demon, August, into your life, you've been on edge to the point of driving away pretty much everyone you ever knew. You're barely surviving doing freelance work, traveling all over, never staying in any one place too long.
All because of one asshole that refused to take no for an answer.
You slam your empty glass on the bar you're sitting at, rage overtaking you for a moment before a hint of embarrassment because of all of the attention you've drawn to yourself. You shrug it off and order another. It's not like they're not here on a Tuesday night because their own lives are so much better than yours.
Your partially surprised August's card didn't pop up at your outburst. It might not be the same card each time, but it looks the exact same each time, just without whatever damage you've done to it before. It drove you so crazy you even bought a small vial of holy water. The card caught fire with just a few drops, but the next morning, there it was again. At least you knew the holy water was legit so you put it into a small spray bottle in case August ever came back.
As you got to order another drink, a handsome man with brown hair and dark blue eyes moves next to you.
"Put her drinks on my tab," he tells the bartender.
"Don't do that," you shake your head and glare.
The bartender points to you while looking at the stranger. "What she says, goes." You'll be sure to tip well tonight.
"Alright, alright, fair enough," the stranger chuckles, raising his hands in surrender. "I suppose I should get to know a lady before I buy her a drink."
"Go away," you tell him as the bartender refills your glass.
"We can start with basic introductions," the stranger continues. "I'm Steve, Steve Kemp."
"I"m not, not interested." The bartender chuckles at your response but offers no help as he gets back to work.
"You're a tough one," Steve persists. "But I bet you're absolutely worth getting to know."
"I'm not."
"C'mon. A beautiful woman like you, here alone on a Tuesday night? You've clearly got a story. You're definitely hurting. I can help take that pain away for a while."
As he talks, you go from wanting to throw your drink in his face to feeling...entranced. It's like when Andrew first enthralled you to get the collar on except Steve is using his voice, not his eyes.
Tightening your grip on the glass, you fight the effect of his voice. Or you try to. There's something so much more powerful in his magic than what Andrew had.
Steve leans close and whispers into your ear, "I bet you taste delicious. Your spirit is calling to me and I'm starved."
"Go...away..." you grunt through gritted teeth. You won't give in so easily.
He sniffs your hair. "How has no one gotten you yet? Your energy is like a beacon---"
Steve's face is slammed onto the bar and you're able to break free of whatever spell he was casting. Turning, you're not surprised to see August is the one who saved you. You push away from the bar, away from both men. August must be using some magic of his own because everyone else in the bar seem frozen in time.
"What the hell was that?" Steve growls at August. "Since when do you interfere with my meals?"
"This human is mine," August snarls back at him.
"She doesn't have your mark," Steve argues.
"She has my card," August retorts. He looks at you and raises an eyebrow.
Rolling your eyes, you reach into your purse and pull out the latest card and show it to Steve.
Steve laughs. "Your card?! That's pathetic! A reigning demon of Wrath chasing after a human! Clearly you need some help from the Lust realm. Let me take this one and I'll set you up with---"
August punches Steve so hard you hear his nose break.
"She. Is. Mine."
Steve smirks as he fixes his nose. "Look, I get why you want her. Her aura smells as close to divine as we're allowed to get. But you're putting in a lot of work for just one human. Let me have her, I was making great progress after all. Once I get her energy, I'll be more than capable of helping you get whatever other human attracts your interest."
"I don't want either of you!" you assert, stomping your foot. You try to leave the bar but the door doesn't budge.
"No one leaves or enters until this is settled," August explains, eyes never leaving the other demon.
You throw your head back with a groan. "What is there to settle?! I don't want either of you! I just want to be left alone!"
"Oh now that is not an option," Steve smirks at you.
"I told you, your rage smells delectable," August explains. "It doesn't just call to me."
"So, what? I have to dodge demons forever just because I'm angry?"
"It's not just that you're angry," August counters. "Your soul is fire without the brimstone."
"So warm, so bright," Steve adds.
You cross your arms, "sounds like I don't have a lot of options."
"Right now you can choose between me or him and that'll solve a lot of your problems," Steve snickers. "I'd make you cry for mercy in all the best---" August punches him again, this time causing Steve to spit out a tooth. "Can you stop doing that?"
"No."
While they're both distracted you make your move. Grabbing the small spray bottle of holy water you aim it first at August and hit the trigger.
His reaction is immediate. The skin on his face seems to melt and he lets out a sound that almost makes you vomit. But you push through. He's not the only danger, after all. Steve tries to back away but he's not fast enough. You hit him with a couple of sprays and his reaction is similar to August's.
With both of them incapacitated, even for a moment, you try to get out of the bar. Unfortunately the door is still not budging. You try to punch through the glass of the door but end up just hurting your hand.
"FUCK!" you scream, nursing your hand.
You're slammed against the door by Steve, his hand tight around your neck. "That was a big mistake," he growls. Without the burns all over his face, the rage in his expression would be enough to scare you. Instead, you see the marks you left and let yourself take pride in fucking up his handsome face. If he kills you, you'll die happy that you've probably made his hunting more difficult.
As you try staring him down, August comes up from behind and puts Steve in a choke-hold. The surprise is enough for Steve to let go of you and you gasp for air as you drop.
"She's too good for you, Kemp," August growls. "She will be mine and you will never touch her again!" August breaks Steve's neck and lets his body drop. Opening what you assume to be a portal he throws Steve's body through before closing it.
He approaches you, eyes looking as if they're on fire. The scars actually add to his menace and you feel a flicker of fear for the first time. He holds his hand out to help you up and you take it, too stunned to argue. He helps you onto your feet as if you weigh nothing.
"That was quite the trick with the holy water," he growls. You've never seen August angry before. It's breathtaking in a way that both thrills and terrifies you.
"I can give you another taste," you try to spit back but your voice is to shaky to sound effective.
He smiles at you and your fear deepens as your breath hitches. "I think you're finally learning how little power you have. I've been held back by the laws Heaven put in place but now you're getting a sense of what I can do to you. So again, I will make you an offer. Be mine. Help me torture souls in Hell and let me feast on that fiery soul of yours."
Maybe it's the fear, maybe it's the years of exhaustion catching up with you, but you don't immediately dismiss him. You're tired of running. Tired of jumping at shadows. Maybe it'd be easier to give in.
"I want to review any contract, license, agreements, whatever it is you need me to sign," you reply, unable to meet his eyes. "And I'm allowed to take my time reviewing it."
August smiles as he takes your hand. "As you wish," he says before kissing your knuckles.
He disappears and the bar comes back to life. You sit back down at that bar and ask for the tab, reminding yourself to tip well for the bartender's support against Steve.
As you get your wallet, August's card falls out of your purse and you freeze when you notice it's not the same. Where before it looked like a standard business card, now it has the words "My Fire" written in what looks like dried blood.
Maybe you could move somewhere with holy ground to keep him away from you.
Summary: After a one-night stand, or what you thought would be one, a demon drags you to his world and forces you to grow wings like he has so you would have to stay with him, unable to permanently return to Earth.
Notes: (So this is like a one-shot that is little snippets/summary of something I might turn into a multi-chaptered fic. I’m not sure if I’m going to do that yet or if anyone would even like this idea, but if it seems a bit choppy, this is why.) I know its been an age and a half since i posted anything, but college, ya know? Also to those who have made requests, I have started all of them and they are to be posted next. I just started this fic a long time ago. I havent written anything for a while so it might actually kinda suck.
Warnings: Implied smut, kinda. Unhealthy attachment on August’s end. If I make this chaptered then there would be actual smut. I think cursing. Eventual Stockholm syndrome if continued.
Words: 1713
Angel in the Dark
You didn’t believe in fate, not really. You didn’t believe your life was predestined or anyone else’s to play with. It was yours alone, to make choices, good or bad. Only you decided when you did things and where you did them. And no one would have ever been able to convince you otherwise, until you met him.
Seeing him in that club, kissing him before you knew his name, now you couldn’t help but feel was in some way a trick, manipulated in his favor. That maybe bumping into him, quite literally, was his orchestration. Maybe whether you spoke to him or not, he had his sights set on you, and a one-night stand was never going to just get to be a one-night stand.
It was all too simple. Meeting you and not taking advantage, kissing you but following your lead, sleeping with you like you meant something to him. It didn’t add up. You could sense the kind of man he was; dominating and possessive. Too dominating and possessive to be as gentle with you as he had been. And all of it fell into a perfect line for what you now realized he wanted from you: not just sex, but more; nothing less than your life. But admitting all of that to yourself was entertaining the possibility that you were stalked like prey and any training at staying away from bad men had been a useless waste of time.
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It was the third day, third of eight. August promised the pain would subside as the days passed, but so far he was proving to be a liar, not to your surprise. Every few hours, the wings ripped your skin wider to accommodate their size as they grew from the inside of your body pushing out. At three days, they were now the span of a couple feet, shining an opalescent white in the glare of the sun.
As you laid on your stomach, frozen in place against the mattress, wings bloodied and draped across your back with your eyes closed tight, you tried to understand the depth of the pain; how it was able to hurt the way it did. The feeling couldn’t compare to anything Earth may dare to offer. So different, so unnatural in its entirety, and indescribably excruciating. It was merciless, not letting you escape, not letting you find the will to walk without your bones threatening to crack. You could barely speak for fear fire would thrust itself up from your lungs and incinerate your throat. It was all-consuming, swallowing your body whole instead of localizing where the skin of your back had shredded open.
“Just a few more days,” August said, and you flinched at his voice. Every time he spoke it was a shock he was still there beside you, with his massive, black wings hanging over the back of the chair he sat in. Those monstrosities weren’t attached to his muscled back when you met him; nowhere in sight when he was in your bed.
August dabbed at your broken and bleeding skin with a cool cloth, eliciting little whimpers passed your chapped lips. “I know it hurts, Angel.”
“Don’t—" You forced out despite the heat in your throat, acid on your tongue, waves of nausea you knew would follow. “…C-Call me that.”
He sighed and continued to wipe the blood from your naked body. “I wish you wouldn’t say that. When the time is up, you’ll feel so much better about this, about me, and you’ll see how beautiful they are. You’re already so gorgeous, the wings will only add to your beauty.”
“I di-didn’t want--
“Don’t talk, Angel,” he said. “I know how you’re feeling about this right now, but humans are not allowed to live in this world. I had to do this so you can stay.”
You screamed as the wings tore your skin open a few more centimeters, and August quickly scooted his chair closer to brush the hair from your face.
He softly shushed you the way one might soothe a kitten, before leaning down and placing a kiss to your sweaty forehead. “It’s ok. I’m not going to leave your side.”
You would have slapped at him, pushed him away with all your might if you had the strength, but your lungs were tightening, body burning as if it had been licked by the sun. You were dying, slowly morphing into a horrid creature from fantasies, leaving behind any trace of humanity. In your veins you could feel something coursing and altering your DNA. You knew you still looked like you, for the most part, but you weren’t you, not anymore. All because you met a man who got attached and wouldn’t let you go. All because he couldn’t remain in your world and decided with certainty that if he couldn’t be in yours, he would drag you to his. A place some believed in and some didn’t, a place no one could prove the existence of, now your iron cage.
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It was five more nights of torture before you felt like you could really breathe again, and even then, the oxygen was just as foreign as the pain you had trudged through, and you found little comfort in it fully filling your lungs.
“You’re awake.”
His smooth voice drew your eyes away from the scenery out the bedroom window; the first glimpse of true, heavenly beauty you’d seen since he brought you here. But you weren’t convinced it wasn’t an illusion crafted by his devilish fingers for your comfort. Much like his own beauty, a trick tempting you to call off your desire to leave this world and go home. You tried your best to ignore how perfect he looked; the curls of his hair, the scruff of his jaw, the black wings you first saw the night you met him when they had suddenly appeared only after you’d slept together.
“And you’re standing already. I hoped to come help you, but you’re clearly much stronger than I was after I had to grow my own wings.”
Your eyes flashed in anger before your tore them away from his, back to the rolling hills overlapping one another outside your window. The breeze rustling your hair, the chirp of the birds, the glisten of the sun off the small lake dotted in the landscape, distracted you from August’s approach. You stilled at his breath hitting the back of your neck, but when he slipped his rough fingers through the layers of your shimmering feathers you couldn’t contain the shiver that shot through your body. His own black ones ruffled when his skin touched his creation.
“So beautiful,” he whispered.
“I’m glad you’re proud of your work.”
August let out a puff of air, a weak laugh. “My work? Angel, this was all you. I knew they would be beautiful if they were going to be a part of you, but you really outdid yourself.”
Twisting your body fast, you met him chest to chest, your eyes burning with a heat to match the devil. “I outdid myself? You forced this on me. You injected me with that—that poison without my permission.”
“And you survived. Not many can say the same. You’ve come out stronger.” Fingers trailed through your feathers again and you ignored the heat it sent to your core.
“I’ve come out of this wanting to kill you more than I did before,” You said, shifting the wing back and away from his reach.
Without a moment to pass, August gently grasped your chin between his thumb and index finger as his gaze landed on your lips. “That will fade with time,” he whispered, then inched his face closer. You shoved him away just before his lips could meet yours, and August stumbled back with a chuckle. “Certainly stronger.”
“I’m not going to let you kiss me,” you snapped.
“Not today, it would seem.”
“Not ever again!” Somehow the words felt wrong, each one more sour than the last. Wrong, as if your lips called to his and a portion of your mind was so disappointed at the fight you were going to force it through by trying to keep yourself away from him. But it was a small portion, and the rest of you was much stronger.
“We will see, Angel,” He crossed his arms. “You and I have eternity. One day you will wake up and realize I am all you have, I am all you want, and this memory will be lost. All you will know is me and my touch and our world.”
As he spoke, his eyes held a gentle sincerity that you wished wasn’t there. You wished the blue of them wasn’t so calm and casual and certain of the way he was feeling. Shaking your head, you matched his stance. “You’re a monster,” you said. “You really are, and here I thought I’d seen the worst of monsters, but clearly not.”
August slowly stepped back into your space again, catching you off guard with a flush to your cheeks as he loomed over you. But you kept his stare, even with your back against the wall, wings spread against the stone. “You may breathe your sweet words all you’d like, Angel, but it changes nothing,” He said, running a knuckle down your cheek. “If I am a monster, I am your monster, and I’m not going anywhere.” Smiling, his eyes glanced at your lips again. “Luckily for me…neither are you.”
A/N: Written for @yenzys-lucky-charm and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork's Horny Hoes Hootenanny using the prompts:
🍁 "I'm gonna make you mine"
🍁 "Will you quit acting like I have the plague?"
🍁 fantasy/supernatural AU
🍁 praise
🍁 meeting a demon/ghost/witch on All Hallows Eve
Word Count: ~2.9k
Warnings: DARK FIC!! Coercion, Forced submission, Mind control, Noncon. Please let me know if I missed any!
The company Halloween party was in full swing and you were determined to enjoy yourself. You weren't really one for dressing up, but you wore some accessories and wanted to take part in some of the games. Really you were happy to get time out of your department, away from your boss and his attempts to win you over with his "so pathetic you have to love me" ploy. You'd tried to bring it up with HR, present your case, but it didn't get anywhere. Andy stayed just on the legal side of things so your only options were either find a different job or just endure.
You're enjoying some of the hot apple cider when you see him. Your smile drops and you move to another area of the building. He follows you, keeping you moving until he finally catches up, giving you nowhere to leave.
"Will you quit acting like I have the plague?" he gripes. "You don't have to keep running from me."
"Will you accept that I'm not interested in dating you?"
His face hardens, "why not? What have I ever done to turn you away?"
"You don't take 'no' for an answer. That should be reason enough!"
"Not when you can't tell me why you said 'no' in the first place," he growls.
"I don't owe you an explanation!"
His jaw tightens as he leans in far closer than you like, "I'm gonna make you mine. And you will love me for it."
You start to retort and push him away but then his eyes darkened. Literally, they turn black, causing you to freeze, oddly mesmerized by them. He smiles and you find yourself unable to turn away.
"I got a present for you," he whispers, his voice sounding almost otherworldly. He opens up a jewelry case and you see a cutesy, pink butterfly collar necklace. It's the sort of thing you would normally scoff at, especially after Andy's continuous comments about how you'd look so cute if you wore more pink. Instead you're frozen, unable to even blink, still mesmerized by his eyes.
He tells you to put the collar on and you can't help but comply. Internally you feel like you're trapped in a dream, limbs sluggish, voice not working. You clasp the necklace on and it's like you're frozen in place. You can't even struggle for control anymore, cut off from your own body.
Andy's eyes return to normal and he takes a minute to catch his breath. "You took up a lot of power, Butterfly, but I should've figured as much from you." He place a hand on your cheek, you're unable to stop him, to pull away, to do anything. He smiles smugly, "I knew I couldn't use that spell on you forever, so I worked out a little deal to get this necklace for you. It's already working better than expected." He gives you a small kiss on your lips. You want to vomit, smack him, protest in any way, but you can't.
He pulls away, "you're going to be a good girl for me from now on, right, Butterfly?"
"Yes, Master," you automatically respond.
"Good girl," he whispers in your ear and you let out a whine as you feel a jolt of pleasure in your core. He smiles cruelly, "did that make you wet?"
"Yes, Master," you reply, your voice strained.
"Perfect," he purrs. "Now go back to your desk, clock out for the day, and wait for me out front."
"Yes, Master." You're moving before you finished speaking. Seemingly every fiber of your being is determined to be obedient and make Andy happy. Your body is going through the motions while your brain keeps kicking and screaming, trying desperately to make it stop. You must be having some kind of effect given that tears are currently blurring your vision.
Stepping outside, you wait. Andy's car pulls up and he looks at you, expectantly, but you don't move. I was only ordered to wait, you realize. This whatever-the-hell-it-is has limits!
He's clearly realized this as well given that he opens the passenger door from his seat and motions for you to come into the car. Again, your body doesn't respond. You allow yourself a moment of smugness as you see his jaw tense in irritation. He calls for you to join him and your body finally moves as he wishes. At his command you buckle yourself up and he begins driving.
When you get onto the main road you hear the sound of Andy's zipper coming undone. You want to cringe, get away, but you remain motionless. He takes your hand and places it around his half hard member. "Be a good girl and stroke me until I come," he orders, causing your hand to start moving. You're glad you only have to look straight ahead, you don't want to witness yourself doing this.
He starts moaning, "feels so good. I knew you'd know how to treat a man." Your hatred for him is interrupted by his utterance of, "such a good girl." Just like last time, you feel a shock of pleasure, causing you to whimper, your body wanting more. "Squeeze tighter, Butterfly," he whispers. Your hand automatically goes a little tighter but you jump at an idea. He never said how much tighter to squeeze. You're able to get your body to listen and it keeps squeezing until Andy cries out.
"BAD GIRL!" he shouts.
Your body collapses on itself, mouth open in a silent scream. The pain is intense, the worst you've ever felt. It feels like you're being torn apart from the inside. It feels like an eternity passes before Andy puts a hand on the back of your neck, ceasing the pain.
"Have you learned your lesson?" His voice is dripping with anger.
"Yes, Master," you sob.
"Good. Now get back to stroking my cock like a good slut."
"Yes, Master." Your hand gets back to work, and he calms down as he enjoys your touch. You're certain his power over you is making him hard as opposed to your actual touch. His cock twitches and you feel the precum leaking.
"Be a good girl and suck me off," Andy growls. You don't even have time to get the "yes, master" out before taking his cock down your throat. "Holy shit," he breathes. "Should've known you'd be such a good slut for me. Fuck, you feel so good. Gonna have to pull over so I can enjoy this."
You barely notice the car pulling to a stop, distracted by your attempts to fight whatever spell your under. You thought you hated this man before, but now you feel an even deeper rage, accentuated by the taste of him in your mouth. Your anger intensifies as he strokes your hair and repeats, "good girl", making you whine with need and pleasure. He calls himself "daddy" in the midst of his praising and you wish you could vomit. You almost do when he pushes your head down as he comes. You can't breathe but your body wasn't ordered to do anything so you can't fight it and you end up passing out.
You wake up as the car pulls into a garage. Andy looks at you, smile on his face, "we're home Butterfly! Welcome to the rest of your life." He caresses your cheek, turning your face to him, "you're going to make me so happy, aren't you?"
"Yes, Master." Inside you are raging. You've been kidnapped, controlled, humiliated and you can still taste him in your mouth. You decide to lay low and keep an ear out for opportunities to break his spell, or whatever the hell is in this collar.
"Get inside and take off your clothes, leaving the jewelry on," he orders you. Clearly he's being careful with his words.
"Yes, Master." At the very least, once inside you can gather more intel on your options. You remove your clothes, leaving the collar in place, though some of the dangles almost get caught on your shirt.
"And make sure you fold up your clothes, nice and neat," you hear him say from behind you, still in the garage.
"Yes, Master."
Once your clothes are off and neatly folded, your body goes into standby mode again, waiting for the next command. Andy circles you several times. If you'd had any control you'd at leas try to cover yourself. Instead, he's getting to see everything. You itch to smack that smug smile off of his face.
"I can't believe you resisted me for so long," he coos. "I'm sorry it had to come to this, I genuinely tried to go about this the traditional way, but you fought me for so long, I had to go another route." He cups your face in his hands and moves you to look at him. "But we're together now and I promise to make you so happy you'll never want to leave me."
If you had the ability you'd scoff at him.
"Now, let's get you properly dressed up," he sighs as he gropes your breasts. "I have some more appropriate attire for you in the bedroom. Follow me."
"Yes, Master." Looking to test the limits of this magic, you think, I wasn't told I couldn't look around. Frustratingly, your eyes remained locked in place, staring at Andy's back. He didn't say how quickly to follow him, you try. You're rewarded by taking slower steps than you were before. I'm limited by what he says, but I clearly don't have to be told to do things like blink or breathe.
Inside the bedroom Andy moves you to the stand in front of the closet and tells you to stay. "I think you're going to like what I have for you," he grins. "It's nothing like what you normally wear, it's so much better." He opens the closet and you feel a fresh wave of hatred. It's full of dresses and skirts. All so much shorter than anything you'd ever wear voluntarily. "I know I've told you how beautiful you'd look in these kinds of clothes. Maybe once you see yourself, you'll believe me. Maybe even thank me for opening your eyes."
He grabs a pink cami dress with butterflies on it. "I think this will be a good match for you collar. Be a good girl and put it on."
"Yes, Master." The fabric feels soft in your hands. You already suspect it won't fit you properly, clearly designed for someone with a skinnier waist. Sure enough, you can feel some of the seams start ripping as you put it on. Again you let yourself take some joy in the frustration written all over Andy's face.
"Well, we'll definitely have to adjust your diet," he gripes. You feel another wave of rage at his words. You worked hard to be comfortable with your body. You're not about to let this asshole undo all of that because he thinks you should look differently. If you get the chance you'll happily leave scars on face. See how he likes being judged. He does a double take and you wonder if he can see the fire in your eyes. His face hardens again and he growls, "be a good girl and tell me what you'd like to wear."
"Whatever you'd like me to wear, Master." Of course that's why he'd ask. It's a reminder to you that he's in charge.
"Remember that," he glares at you. You're sure it's meant to intimidate, make you feel helpless, but you will never stop hating this man, this creature. He must see the defiance in your eyes because he straightens himself up and says, "bad girl."
This time, you're ready. It still hurts enough that your body collapses on the floor and your mouth opens in a silent scream again. Your body writhes in pain and flails about. He wants to say I'm a bad girl, so I'm going to be bad! Your hand reaches up to the collar and, before Andy realizes what's happening, you rip off one of the dangling gems. The pain is lessened and Andy starts shouting at you to stop, but you've got leverage now.
It takes everything you have to resist him. You don't ignore the pain, you use it to fuel the hatred that gives you strength. He grabs your hand to stop you from removing another gem and you bite his hand, causing him to let go. I'll show you how much of a bad girl I can be. You break off another gem and the pain eases even more. Using the energy from the sudden relief, you push yourself to fully remove the collar. Andy grabs your hands to stop you, hold you in place, but you're so close to freedom!
"You can still be a good girl," he comments. "I could be so good for you." You gather your strength and headbutt him, forcing him to let go, giving you the break you need to remove the damned collar. You lay there for a moment, relieved to no longer be hurting, reveling in Andy's complaints about you breaking his nose.
Your attempts to move are interrupted by someone clapping. Looking up you see what looks like a man with dark brown hair, blue eyes, a pronounced mustache with a good amount of stubble. He's wearing slacks with a button up shirt and tie. Andy looks at him and immediately starts trying to crawl away. You blink and the "man" is next to Andy, holding him up by his neck.
"Well, Andrew, it looks like you didn't keep your end of the deal."
"Please, Walker, I...she...it's..." Andy stops as the other man's knuckles go whiter. You can only imagine the force Andy's being choked with and you're enjoying it.
"Shhh," Walker shakes his head at Andy. "The deal was, I give you the tools you ask for, and break the spirit of the one who fed your hatred. The hatred that feeds me and my power. It would have been a glorious testament to your devotion to master your rage in such a manner. Yet, here we are." Without looking away from Andy, he points to you. "She's nowhere near broken. You didn't even have her controlled for a full day," he laughs. "If anything, she broke you."
Andy's face is a dark shade of red, you think his lips are turning blue, but you can't find yourself able to care. Suddenly he's dropped on his ass, gasping for breath. Walker snaps his fingers and Andy is bound in chains.
Walker turns to you and helps you stand up. He hums in delight as he looks you over. "So much rage. I'm genuinely impressed."
You sneer and back away from him. "You helped him," you snap. "You helped him hurt me!"
"I am a demon, my dear," he grins. "It's what I do. But clearly I chose the wrong mortal." He goes to grab your chin and you pull away, making him chuckle. "Such delicious energy," he comments as his eyes turn fiery. "Let me offer you a deal."
The room shifts and distorts until it looks like you're in an office. Walker takes a seat at his desk and motions for you to sit across from him. Warily you take a seat. You look at Andy who's still chained up and looking very scared and your nostrils flare.
"Mmmmm, such delicious energy," Walker comments. "Now, as for the deal, I'd like to offer you a couple of options. I'm normally not so generous, but you are certainly something special."
"You don't have anything I want," you spit.
He grins, "I have Andy. And I can give you control over his punishment for breaking my deal with him."
"I'm listening."
"Normally I would just offer you the option of being my acolyte. Letting your rage loose on the world in my name and feeding me power through that. But there's something about you that makes me want to give you another offer: Be my bride."
You scoff, "this is a lose-lose for me. Either way all I get is to hurt him while taking on a new 'master'. I'll pass."
"As my bride, you get to hurt him for eternity," Walker counters. "And not just him. All others who have done as he sought to do to you."
That gives you pause. "And if I only choose to be your acolyte?"
"Then you only get to hurt them for as long as they're alive," he explains. "But you will be given the means to hunt them down, trap them, and break them."
"But in both cases, I am bound to you. I appreciate the offer, the compliments, but I'll pass." You look over to Andrew, "I'm not interested in being bound to anyone."
The office disappears and you're back at Andy's house. Walker looks a little chagrined at the declined offer. He hands you a business card, "if you ever change your mind, let me know. In the meantime," he snaps his fingers and Andy is magically moved into a standing position. "I have some business to take care of."
You smile at Andy as tears form in his eyes. "Not quite the metamorphosis you were hoping for, is it?"
A/N: Written for January Jumble Scribbles. Prompt: “But it feels real to me now, it felt real to me then.”
Word Count: 288
Warnings: Demons, Past abuse. Please let me know if I missed any!
Main Story
A voice calling your name snaps you out of your stupor. You haven't slept well in ages. Your nightmares about Andrew and August have only gotten worse since the latter provided you the marriage contract to look over. You know all the jokes about demons and lawyers but you're really starting to believe them.
The same voice repeats your name and you look up to see a pair of stormy blue eyes looking at you, expectantly.
"Oh, yes, that's me," you confirm. "You're...Conrad?"
"I am," the man confirms, his accent catching your attention. "And this," he gestures to the man at his side, "is my colleague, Dr. Alan McMichael."
"Alan is fine," the other man assures.
You gesture for the men to sit and they do so.
"If you are able, please tell us your story," Alan encourages.
"It all started with a Halloween party," you begin. The next half hour or so is spent with you going through everything you've been through since your first encounter with the supernatural. You have to take several pauses to keep from crying, especially when you realize this is the first time you've ever told anyone what happened to you.
"And now I'm engaged to a demon," you finish. "I know it all sounds crazy, but it feels real to me now, it felt real to me then."
"Things can be both crazy and real," Conrad assures you. "Alan and I know this from experience."
"If you will allow us to help you, we can work together to find ways to get you free from this demon, if not all demons," Alan promises.
Tears start pouring as you find yourself with allies and hope for the first time in years.
Summary: After a one-night stand, or what you thought would be one, a demon drags you to his world and forces you to grow wings like he has so you would have to stay with him, unable to permanently return to Earth.
Notes: For those who asked for another part...I hope it lives up to any expectations. More parts to come now that i've fallen down this dark hole. Sorry it’s short.
Warnings: i'm sure there's cursing somewhere. Future smut. Oh, smut in this too. I forgot. Kind of captive-ish. idk. Sorry if I missed any. Oh, maybe a little emotional abuse? That's a pretty strong word for it though.
Words: 1364
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Part 2
He moaned so sweetly for such a massive man, as he slowly moved in and out of you, stretching, filling; his lips grazing across one cheek before nudging his nose against yours and kissing the opposite cheek. You’d tried to thrust your hips up harder to get him to fuck you faster, but all he’d done in response was place a giant hand on your hipbone to hold you in place so he could continue at the pace he preferred.
It was not a pace you were used to, and certainly not one you expected, but you hadn’t hated it. Eventually you succumbed to it, thrived in it, and when you managed to flip him over and sink all the way down his cock, you kept it slow. You’d liked to have thought his hands on your waist kept you from increasing speed, but they just rested on top of your skin, caressing, occasionally moving to your ass and squeezing or to your breast. Your movements were all your own.
“Beautiful,” he had whispered, eyes locked with yours. “Absolutely—”
You shot up at the sound of knocking on the door, instantly groaning at the ache of your healing back then rubbed at your sleepy eyes. There was more to be healed around where the wings had burst through your skin, but it was getting better, and you were finally getting used to the extra weight of them.
He knocked again. Why he bothered to knock, you didn’t know. He certainly hadn’t bothered to ask you before he invaded your body with that poison, or whatever it was; neither did he when he took you from your world and brought you here.
Even though you didn’t answer, he eased the door open, which felt a little more in character. He’d have come in whether you wanted him to or not. You should’ve locked it, but then again, it’s not like that would’ve kept him out, not with his strength.
August held a small tray in his hands, covered with an assortment of foods that looked as if they were from Earth, but you could never really be sure. Just as you could never be sure if the view out your window was real, or if even he was real. There could be a monster under that beautiful mask, more physical than how you’d accused him before. His skin could be of an inhuman color, bones twisted and mangled, teeth razor sharp, with eyes black as pits. You hoped that wasn’t what you had let inside of your body nearly two weeks ago. You weren’t sure how you would stomach it.
The foods ranged from fat, green grapes to thin apple slices with cubes of cheese, to perfectly round plums and olives. All foods which you enjoyed…coincidentally; you hoped anyway. You were sick of the hints that he had more information on you than he had led you to believe.
You remembered the stories you read as a child about the Gods and Goddesses. The tale of Hades and Persephone always stuck in your mind. Some retellings had the young girl falling in love with her captor, choosing, by her own free will, to eat the food of his world in order to stay there with him. Maybe the food of this world wouldn’t condemn you to the same fate, but you weren’t about to risk it, stomach rumbling or not.
“You need to eat,” He said as he sat the tray on the table beside your bed. “You haven’t in days, and you need to keep up your strength.”
You crossed your arms like a petulant child. “Not hungry,” You mumbled.
With a gentle smirk he said, “Yes you are, you little liar. I heard your stomach groaning from down the hall.” Then he nudged the tray a little closer. “So eat.”
“I have no intention to indulge in anything you have to give.”
“Well, you should get over it. You need food just as much now as you did before. You may not die, but you could be bedridden, a hollow husk, skin and bones. And not to say you wouldn’t still be beautiful, but I prefer you a little more—” His eyes dragged up and down your form “—plump, than that.
A wave of nausea rolled through you. You didn’t want to be anything he preferred ever again. “Don’t come in here and bring me food like you’re trying to play house.” He snorted but you continued. “I’m not your girlfriend. I’m not your wife. I’m not your toy. You brought me here for no good reason. You forced me through unimaginable pain. You ruined me!”
His face contorted harshly by the end of your words, eyebrows dipping in the center and corners of his mouth tipping down. “You think I wanted you to hurt!?” He shouted, and it shook the walls, actually shook them. A picture fell from its hook and smashed to the ground, scattering glass all over the marble flooring. “You think I don’t remember my own pain from the process? I hated hearing your screams! I wish I could’ve taken it all away, but it wasn’t possible!”
You stood from the bed then, shoving hard at his chest, but he didn’t stumble. “You could have left me alone!” You hit a fist against a boulder of a shoulder. “I’m not meant to be here! I don’t belong! I am human!”
He grabbed your hands and held them down, then pushed you until the backs of your knees hit the mattress and you had no choice but to sit, your wings spreading to fit behind you. He still gripped your wrists when he leaned his face closer and said, “You are meant to be with me. You are mine, and you couldn’t go back to your old life even if I let you. You are not human! This is your home now and I am all you have!”
“…I hate you.” You tried your hardest to maintain the glare in your stare-off, but a tinge of red was seeping into the blue of his eyes, like little veins slithering from the pupil and infecting the iris, and it called for you to back off, to stand down. You looked away from him and he took a breath.
“You will learn to love me,” He whispered. The words, hot from his breath, softly kissed your cheek before fading to coldness.
“You stole me—” You met his eyes to see all the red gone, just the mesmerizing ocean blue “—How could I ever love you? Why would I even bother to try?”
“Because what could you have possibly had on Earth that was so good--Nothing. I saved you,” He said then straightened to his full height. “I am the only one that loves you.”
You jerked your head back when he tried to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear with the hand that wasn’t currently holding your wrists captive. “You don’t love me. We only slept together once.”
“It was enough for me to confirm what I want.”
“What you want from me,” You corrected with a shake of your head. You knew he would take everything from you whether you willingly gave it or not.
“What I want with you.”
“You’re insane...and sick!”
August chuckled and released you, but there was a warning in that chuckle, a threat in the way he let your hands free. He was being merciful—he wanted you to realize—and would have no problem easily putting you back in your place if you didn’t calm yourself. “I’m getting really sick of your mouth.”
“Yea, well maybe you took the wrong girl.”
He smirked again then crossed his arms, staring down at you, almost examining. “No, I didn’t,” was all he said before he turned to walk away. He paused right before the door and pointed a long finger at the tray of food. “Eat. And maybe by the time I come back you’ll have straightened out that attitude.”
Yea, right. You rolled your eyes as he slammed the door behind him. Not a chance in hell.
So I should have been working on the second chapter of Italian Secrets 🙈 but I was procrastinating and worked on face claims and boards for the Skype prompt I'm a part of 😂
Summary: You are an angel, experiencing the wrongs mankind has done - again - first hand next to your brothers and sisters, the archangels. Knowing God, your father is sick of the failure of man, you move to earth and try to start the apocalypse. But you didn't know that there was someone, that was going to try to sabotage your plans.
