#demon!nines

[ninesvin]

I am back with some Demon Nines heh

[therainnight]

“Got a problem?”

More Demon!Nines & Stripper!Gavin AU !!! By @pinkwebby 🥳💜

Fic by webby : Gavin Reed has devil in him

*sigh* I love bitchy Gavin 🥰

[creatorofclay]

what is a favorite thing you love about your kids?

“ My favorite thing about the boys... “ Elijah just hummed as he considered it. 

“ Greed, Lust, and Wrath as well, they’re all independent, but caring in their own ways, “ he gave a sigh, “ Well, Greed more before he was taken back to Hell,  but he tries his best. Lust and Wrath both have their own ways of showing it, “ it wasn’t always one Elijah saw, but he still knew it was there. 

[thedragonkween]

Run Away (It Was A Powerful Instinct);

“Well, well, well...what an interesting little human…”

His tail curled around your throat, effectively prompting a strangled gasp from you. The pointed tip of his pitch black tail settled just underneath your chin, tilting your head up, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

And oh, those pits of dark lust were so cold that they could no doubt have frozen all Hell.

“Tell me”, said his silk voice, “why has such an exquisite creature of light summoned me?”

You gulped, though the action meant to give you relief was only able to tighten his already iron grip on your throat. Nines, as they called him, was surprisingly beautiful for a being of pure Darkness. Perhaps that was the whole point of it. Temptation always had an edge of beauty in it, a dangerous dichotomy that brought entire empires to dust. You hoped it wouldn’t lead to your downfall, as well.

His cherry red lips twisted into a devious grin at your hesitance, claws brushing on your cheek with enough pressure to hurt, but not enough to break the skin. He chuckled darkly, his pointed teeth glinting in moonlight when you tried, and failed, not to wince. “I--- I need your help”.  Your words came out as a strangled mess of a whisper, a pathetic attempt at maintaining control.

A fawn. A rabbit. A fragile, breakable, little thing. That’s how you felt. And utterly, entirely stupid.

What madness had prompted you into seeking aid from such a vile creature? You thought the months spent researching those old, creepy tomes earned you a decent knowledge on demonic rituals and on stuff you only saw in horror films, but it all crumbled to dust as soon as this monster materialized from the thin shadows of the night.

And the worst of it all? He was not the horrid, awful beast those books warned you about. No, even though he still displayed the traits of something sinful and unholy, he was handsome. Shit, he was hot.

You shuddered when he licked his lips--- and oh, how was his tongue so long? The vision of his black horns and tail was unsettling enough, but who knew how many more secrets were hidden in his body? Just when you thought he looked almost normal, almost human, his ebony pupils narrowed into two bottomless slits, no doubt sensing your fear.

You hoped fear was the only thing he could sense emanating from you, but you were dealing with no common demon.

A familiar warmth slowly and traitorously creeped between your thighs and he growled, snapping his teeth ferociously.

What a fool you were, for thinking you could resist an Incubus.

The feeling of his claws dancing on your cheek was replaced by a stinging sensation when he lifted his hand from you, only to grab your hips and using the leverage to pull you to his chest sharply.

Caging you in.

“Oh?”

Your feet shuffled on the filthy warehouse floor as he lifted you up without breaking a sweat, his tail now curling around your middle section as those hungry eyes took you in. “I'm surprised that a measly human like you even managed to summon me”. His icy gaze left your face and looked down at the pieces of chalk that gave life to the smudged circle you used for the ritual, surrounded by a number of objects meant to be offerings.

He didn't spare them a second glance.

“Please”.

You soon learnt that gaining the upper hand on a demon would be a much more difficult task that what you had initially thought. But perhaps, begging would open more doors than threatening or fighting would. As if you had a choice.

“I need your help. Please---” you were interrupted by his long tongue licking a stripe just above your prominent neck vein. “---I'm begging you”.

His claws dug on your hips, painfully piercing your delicate skin like butter. He only spoke to you when he was done sucking and biting at the crook of your neck, giving a pleased hum as blood trickled down and under your shirt. “And what shall you give me in return, little angel?” He purred into your ear, though you both knew perfectly what he was hinting at as the tip of his tail prodded at the sensitive area between your legs.

You would need to bathe in a sea of holy water after this.

And you knew. Knew that you were signing your own death sentence as you gave him access to your body, night after night, in a cycle of both agony and bliss.

Nines smirked. It was haunting. It was tempting. It was mesmerizing.

And it would certainly be your downfall.

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A/n: yoo here it is! it’s a simple warm up drabble to get my creative juices back in motion (cue the not so strong plot idea), but i hope you darlings will like it anyway! i also don’t want to get your hopes up and promise a series, since this was just a little idea i had. we’ll see how it goes. thanks for reading <3<3xx

[creatorofclay]

Wrath arched a brow as he tilted his head, “Shall I take care of those that bother you..father?” // from Wrath lol

Elijah tilted his head to the demon who didn’t come around as much as the others. Wrath was distant, but it was nice that he at least still felt enough of a part of the family to call Elijah father… even if it still sort of sounded forced, “ By all means, go on, “ he waved his hand to the side, “ I’m not in the mood to try to defend them. The questions are moronic. “