Jinu loves to incorporate vibrators into your sex lives. Being stuck in eternal damnation for over 400 years wasn’t fun, for either of you. And when you found out that there was more to sex than just penetration and siring an heir (how it was when you were human). He was ecstatic.
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The only sounds that could be heard were your all too excited screams, mixed with laughter that bordered psychotic. That and the buzzing that came from between your thighs. Squishing and squelching against your wet flesh, the buzzing, vibrating toy brought inexplicable pleasure to you. Jinu smirked and growled, fangs baring feeling how tight you get around him every time her flips the switch in that neat little toy.
The patterns that littered your body glowed at an unexplainably fast rate. Going from dull to as bright as the sun in the blink of an eye.
“Faster, Jinu! Faster!”
You were ecstatic hips reaching his in a matter of seconds. Jinu snarls gripping your hips with one clawed hand, changing the setting on the toy. You convulsed underneath him, clawing at his arms so hard they bleed, pulling him so close it was hard to differentiate whose body was whose, and he reveled in him. He fucked you harder, moving the toy against you, softly placing it lightly against your plump, sore clit. He groaned and growled in your ear egging you along.
“Fuck. Fuck. Jinu! Jinu!”
You thrashed against his rocking body, walls clamping down around him as you get closer and closer to the edge. One hard thrust and a particularly strong vibration from the toy and you’re done. You squirted all over him, soaking the silk sheets. God, it was dirty. He needed more.
He’s thrown the toy the side, it still vibrates pathetically on the side as Jinu is above you, breathing raggedly. He palms your hips watching the way your patterns flicker in the afterglow of your orgasm. His claws find their way around your neck and he’s moving again before you know it. You whine and hips wither as he speeds up. You go to protest but the hand around your throat shuts you up.
I saw your daughter of Crowley request for ideas andddd…
I like the idea of half human/demon and she met Sam when Dean was in hell to warn him about ruby and he tried to kill her so she ran and didn’t show back up until later in the show and took romantic interest in Dean but Dean is in the middle because he doesn’t know if she’s using him because of Crowley and she’s half demon but Sam is like kinda rooting for her because she tried to help him… idk just an idea 🫶🏼🫶🏼
i finally got around to posting this!! i've had it in my drafts for a while so finally i'll get this mini-series out here... thank u so much for ur ideas!! <3
THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY, chpt.1
wordcount: 1484
summary: Back then, you’d tried to warn Sam about Ruby’s intentions. Given how that story turned out, he clearly didn’t take your word for it. This is the aftermath.
warnings: introduction chapter, fem!reader, reader wears heels, mentions of blood, demons, drugs, violence, (basically anything supernatural themed) eventual dean x reader, Crowley’s daughter reader– that’s it for now!!!
The motel room smelled like sulfur, iron and whatever detergent the motel used after the last tenants left. Sam sat on the edge of the bed, demon blood still burning hot beneath his skin. Ruby had been gone for exactly twenty-three minutes– Sam knew because he’d checked the clock six times since she left.
“You always let demons sneak up on you?” A female voice cuts through the silence, a quiet click of heels echoing in the empty room as she walks closer to the bed the man was sitting in. Sam shot to his feet– hunter instincts in full swing– Ruby’s knife was in his hand instantly.
She calmly sat at the table across from him like she belonged there, owning the room without a care in the world. Human, mostly. He’d spent enough time around the supernatural to spot something when it came to him. Sam tightened his grip around the knife, eyes narrowing as he took her in carefully. “Who are you?” He asks, clearly on edge. (The demon blood didn’t help with usual wariness)
Your head tilts slightly to the side, almost amused– like someone watching a puppy learn how to bark. “That’s usually the second question people ask”
“Why the Hell are you in my room is the first”
“Technically–” You glanced around lazily, gesturing vaguely at the space around y’all. “ –it’s a motel, nobody really owns it” Sam didn’t smile– clearly he didn’t appreciate your humor. Deliberately, you flick your eyes toward the blade still clutched tightly in his fist. “Ruby’s?” You hummed softly. “Interesting choice”
That made something cold twist in Sam’s stomach. “How do you know Ruby?”
“I know her type” You reply simply, leaning further back into your seat– legs crossing enough for the red soles of your heels to show, quietly asserting dominance without even having to try to.
“Which is?” He sneers with that same sharp tone from before.
“Manipulative, power hungry, terrible taste in men...” You reply sarcastically, rolling your eyes and flicking a hand dismissively.
Sam stepped closer before he could stop himself, jaw tightening– instinctively jumping to defend the same demon he’d been feeding off of for months. Clearly she’d carved herself deep into his mind– props to her, manipulating a Winchester wasn’t an easy task– much less for some low-level nobody like her, merely a soldier at the foot of Hell.
“Start talking” He’s practically looming over your sat form now, the edge of his blade threatening to press against your throat. For the first time, the amusement slipped from your face– not out of fear, but out of seriousness regarding business. These weren’t times to mess around, The End teased its approach and you needed to put in your two cents.
“You need to stop trusting her”
Silence settled heavily between them. At that, Sam let out a short, humorless laugh– bitter in all the wrong ways his newly found drug had made of him. “Right and I’m supposed to trust the demon who broke into my room?” Her expression shifted slightly at the word demon– not offended– tired, like she expected it but it still annoyed her.
“I didn’t say trust me” She retorted. “I said listen, God you hunters”
Sam studied her carefully now– too still, still a heartbeat, mostly human scent beneath the sulfur. Something sweet and berry-like that worked pretty well to mask the demon-ish smell that followed beneath your skin.
Wrong. Everything about her felt wrong.
“What are you?” He asked cautiously– still holding the blade to your neck for good measure. This time, you smiled. “Now that’s a much better question” The Winchester’s grip tightened instinctively, the blade pressing just enough to nick your skin. Still, you didn’t flinch. Huh. Interesting. Most demons either smiled when threatened or got angry. She just looked… the exact same as if they were chatting in a random coffee shop “Answer” Sam hissed.
Your eyes flicked down briefly toward the knife before meeting his again. “Half human” You reply simply.
Sam’s brows furrowed instantly. “That’s not possible”
A humorless laugh escaped you. “And yet here I am, a cambion– study up Winchester”
The room fell quiet again. Sam searched your face for a lie, for some crack in your composure, but you held his stare too steadily. Usually he’d snap about how ‘he studies plenty’ and ‘knows what the Hell a cambion is’ but right now he didn’t have the patience nor the time. “What do you want?” He asked finally.
This time your expression darkened slightly, eyes slitting up to meet his hazel ones. “To stop you from making a mistake you can’t come back from”
Sam scoffed immediately. “You mean Ruby”
“I mean Lilith” Now, that got his attention. The knife lowered half an inch before he caught himself, quickly steading the blade up into his grasp. You noticed thoug– of course you did.
“Ruby’s helping me kill Lilith” Sam argued, though the certainty in his voice sounded weaker now that he had to say it out loud and not just repeat it to himself in the mirror. “She’s trying to stop the apocalypse, banish demons from Earth”
Your lips twitched slightly, not quite a smile but enough to show you didn’t buy that bullshit lie for a second. “And you truly believe that?”
The man’s jaw tightened. “You got a better explanation?”
For the first time since entering the room, you hesitated. Tiny, barely noticeable hesitance– still enough for Sam to catch. Even while paranoid and hooked to demon blood, Sam Winchester was still one sharp son of a bitch. “You don’t know what’s coming” You said quietly, sighing as you stand up, ignoring the threat of his blade to your neck.
“Then tell me” He’s on edge, has been since hellhounds tore through Dean’s chest and dragged him to his eternal damnation. He doesn’t know what to believe or what to do– he’s just been blindly following a path of death and revenge under the excuse of a ‘greater good’ –even if not even he fully believed that lie.
A quiet sigh slipped past your lips, almost disappointed. “You really do make this difficult, I was promised a smart boy” Before Sam could react, your hand suddenly wrapped around his wrist– fast, too fast for his liking. His breath caught instantly– the poison in his veins reacting to your own– heat crawled beneath his skin where you touched him, dark and buzzing and wrong in all the ways demon blood always was. Sam jerked backward on instinct, shoving your hand away hard enough to send the chair behind you scraping across the motel floor.
“Don’t touch me” He hissed.
Your gaze flickered toward him lazily, entirely unbothered by the reaction. Almost as if you were expecting this from him and nothing less. “Sensitive topic?” You muse sarcastically.
“Who sent you?”
“Nobody”
“Bullshit” God, all the warnings you’d gotten about Winchesters and their wariness had nothing on the actual thing. You tilted your head slightly, studying him the same way one might study a wounded animal trying not to bleed out.
“You know…” Murmuring. “For someone drinking demon blood, you’re awfully judgmental about where people come from”
Sam’s expression darkened instantly. “Watch it”
“Or what?” The room went still– the dangerous kind of still. Your eyes dipped briefly toward the knife still clenched in his hand before returning to his face, not threatened just assessing. Controlling the situation without there being a real need to, apart from simply being in control.
“You won’t kill me” You said calmly.
“Try me” That finally made you smile– slow, sharp around the edges.
“See, that’s the problem Sam” You said softly. “You keep saying things like that while smelling like fear and doubt” The hunter froze for a second but you caught it again. Of course you did.
“I’m not afraid of you” He scoffs, defensive and sharp.
“No” You agreed with quiet simplicity. “You’re afraid I’m right” Silence crashed between you both– thick enough to choke on. All the tension that y’all had been tiptoeing around since you appeared in his room, coming down over you both like a bucket of cold water. Sharp and unmistakable. Then: “Ruby’s lying to you” This time there was no sarcasm in your voice. None of the earlier amusement, just certainty– that was all the more scary compared with the earlier taunting. “And if you keep following her” You continued softly. “Your brother will have died for nothing”
Family is an untouchable subject. Brothers more so. Especially with Sam and Dean.
The moment those words leave your mouth Sam is ready to launch at you– it’s too late. You’re already gone in the blink of an eye, disappearing right as you’d first appeared, leaving him back in the drowning emptiness of his motel room. The itch for Ruby’s return is already bubbling inside him once more– venomous and wrong.
Ok…. Demon reader x rumi in her demon form? Where like she is still hiding her patterns and shit but reader isn’t hiding theirs at all and it turns her on? Maybe like a heat cycle I dunno. Your call <3
Kinda Jealous
|| Rumi x demon!reader
|| Warnings; insecurity about patterns, doubt, short drabble
|| Summary; when relaxing on the couch, Rumi can't help but admire reader.
Requests open!
Started; October 26th
Finished; October 27th
Tag List; @queriaumpastelagora @wreathedinantlers (comment if you would like to be added!)
Life recently took quite an unexpected turn. You and the Rumi had started dating. Only problem? You were a demon, which completely threw off the Huntrix group when they first met you. Taking their weapons out and everything. After much conversation and convincing, with Rumi's help, they calmed down about the idea. But still weren't entirely convinced about you. Yet... you made Rumi happy, and that's really what mattered to Zoey and Mira.
Today, you and Rumi had the penthouse to yourselves. Spending the afternoon relaxing on the couch. You had a simple tank top on, showing off your patterns while Rumi had her usual hoodie. Hiding her own patterns, even though it was just the two of you.
"You know, I'm kinda jealous," Rumi murmurs, her eyes landing on yours. You tilted your head, showing that you were listening," the patterns. You don't... have to hide them."
"You don't have to either." You reminded her, hand resting just beneath her chin. Thumb brushing against her jawline.
"I'm supposed to be a hunter, it's different for me." Rumi sighed, her head resting to your shoulder. Your arm instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her closer.
"But it doesn't have to be, if you just-" you'd started to say. Rumi cut you off.
"I can't. I don't want to lose them."
Them of course being Mira and Zoey.
Your gaze softened, fingers tracing slow motions against her skin.
"I get it. Believe me," you murmured.
"I'm just not ready yet... but I think it's really cool that you don't cover up." Rumi's hand squeezed yours and the two of you fell into silence after that. Your hand holding hers a little tighter.
Rumi shifted against you, trying to get a little more comfortable. In her eyes, you truly were amazing. You didn't hide who you were. She found it- God, she thought it was so hot.
♡！reader is gender neutral, that’s why there is female and male tags so this can be suited for any gender. There is no description of male or female anatomy. Reader is some random child Oliver found in a park and became friends over rocks.
literally being a demon who can’t come out into the sun sucks. Especially when they don’t know what they are. They’ve thrown rocks at before by some teenagers. They’ve gotten use to the pain, but what’s shocking is that one night when they can roam around, some purple boy that looks like their age had pants the same teenagers that threw rocks at them.
Their eyes sparkled seeing this, not even thinking. The pink eyed demon with hair that has flame-orange color at the tips. Humming loudly, the three kids jolted shock to see another kid out here. Oliver relaxed first as waved at them, they just stared at the purple hand before doing an eye closed smile and highfive him.
Oliver giggles, and that’s how you became his friend.
Sure he promised Debbie he wouldn’t sneak out no more… but his friend is out there in the cold! Who can’t even be in the sun. When Oliver seen their skin burned in the sun when he met them in day time. He panicked hearing their pained yelp, pulling them from the sun and into the shadows.
Never again is he letting you in the sun. But hey, he can always get you cloaks and steel his brother’s hoodies! They showed him that they can change their size. Oliver wouldn’t mind picking them up around in just a cloak looking like a blob as he flys around the city to show them things.
mark found out about the demon child when his mother informed him that his little brother snuck out again. Sighing as he flew around, he only hoped his little brother wasn’t causing much trouble.
There, he finally sees his brother.. but with some random kid with dyed hair and … pink eyes? Flying down, he had crossed arms staring at Oliver who looked shocked to see his brother. Oliver steps infront of his new friend.
“Mark!” He exclaimed, trying to keep his friend out of his sight. “What are you doing here?” Mark narrowed his eyes, “I should be asking you that. Oliver, you can’t just keep sneaking out. You’re worrying mom and myself.” He then leans to see the child staring at him. “Who’s that?” His stern demeanor disappeared to see those pink eyes stare at him gently. Oliver stepped aside, letting them walk forward.
“What’s your name kid?” Mark says, looking into their eyes before turning towards Oliver. “They can’t talk.” Oliver says, holding the mute’s hand. “So mute. Got it.. do they have a family?” Oliver shakes his head. “No family, can’t talk, can’t go out in Sun. But they’re cool! Watch this!” Oliver turned to you as mark raised a brow at the “can’t go out in the sun” part.
The child’s body started to shrink, looking like a toddler as Oliver picked them up and showed them off to mark whose jaw was dropped. That’s something… you don’t see unless it’s rae herself. “I..” “Can we keep them?!” Oliver said with excitement, the child gave off an eye closed smile. Their natural adorable face beaming at mark who stayed quiet.
“They’re not a pet Oliver, we can’t just keep a child.” “Not that like! Y/n isn’t a pet, they’re my friend.” Oliver glares at mark who held his hands up. “Okay then, what did you mean.” He places a hand into the purple boy’s shoulder. “Can we adopt them into our family… they can’t stay out in the sun. It… it hurts them!” His eyes held concern. “It could kill them. So, I thought that maybe mom and you can let them stay with us.. maybe forever?”
Mark looked at his half brother, and at the child demon who had puppy eyes that was definitely learnt from Oliver. Sighing and covering his face with one hand, he nodded. “We can try. But do you even know what they are?” Mark questions staring at you. Oliver groaned annoyed, “Does that even matter! Let’s go tell mom about them!” Oliver started to fly off with excitement. Mark could only sigh and follow his brother.
Welp, welcome to the family.
When meeting Debbie, it went kinda crazy with how mark finally persuaded her to let them stay. But Debbie soon felt calm with how you helped around. But when meeting the GDA, Cecil stared at the child weirdly. Pink eyes and natural orange flames tips hair? Sounds like trouble cause no one knows what they are.
Eve didn’t know how to express her feelings about the child. But she couldn’t help but coo at how affectionate they are. Always running to her when meeting the GDA and Guardians. Hugging around her waist, Eve smiled softly. They’re just a child that can’t handle their own problems.
If a ReAnimen were to try and beat onto mark, who the child immediately started being affectionate as well to. They’re getting their head kicked off. Rocking everyone in the room as they covered mark’s body. Imagine being saved by some demon. Crazy.
Mark gives them the reward of headpats, like keeping Oliver in check, helping him with patrols since they can clearly take care of themself.
If something were to ever try to harm Oliver, like you could try to be in disguise with Oliver when he would sneak out to help others.
Oliver and them always going out at night to specifically hang out. He even lets them meet those cool skating kids. He holds their hands when teaching them how to skate. Seeing their eyes sparkle up makes him feel proud to show them human things like this.
But oh boy, if it ever came to the point of where this small child or at least the same height as Oliver, were to smell blood. Then mark can understand why Cecil was suspicious of them. Seeing their body grow to look adultish or mature, body broad, pupils vertical. Mark didn’t expect to hold down a crazy blood thirsty demon. He talked the child he knew was inside them down, making them cry with apologies as their body shrank.
Next time, if the mission could possibly get bloody. He’s not letting them around the mission no more..
Them and Oliver playing footies, oh lord. Either they both are harming each other, or they simply can’t feel it. Mark has to stop that as the table was shaking.
Oliver always holding a small y/n around. Y/n doesn’t care, only for the fact that they like the body heat. Always sleeping. Oliver hates how y/n sleeps a lot, but at least it’s better than eating humans all day.
When they conquered the sun, oh boy Oliver was ecstatic! Immediately bringing them outside and playing tag, green light red light, maybe even catch! Oh boy he’s writing this all down as he kicks his feet happily. Finally, he can play games out but the day with them instead of night.
Don’t let the other marks see them. They never had a demon adopted sibling before, and they’re a man eating demon that can finally come out of the sun? Oh boy, this is a treat.
Oliver and y/n just always watching mark like Ducks. Like they follow mark like baby ducks and it’s so adorable to see baby vigilante/heroes following a known hero such as mark aka invincible.
Either less, Cecil doesn’t know if he can trust some man eating child demon that’s somehow “passive”. He’s seen how them can just grow and want to maul someone. They’re dangerous.
Castiel examines m!reader's fangs, and he couldn't be more fascinated by his beauty. (demon!male!reader, fluff, kisses and gentle biting<3 I've requested u b4, and u didn't disappoint ^_^!!!)
Stab The Voice~🪽
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Castiel x Male Demon!Reader | Ex lovers reunited, dialogue heavy, cocky reader, dominant Cas, biting, kisses, very minor injury, friendly teasing
Summary: It took you some time, but you finally found your old lover friend Castiel in hiding among humans. He doesn’t want to remember you…he thinks. Too bad he’s a sucker for you.
Note: LOVE this prompt! Sorry if it looks rushed though… Thanks for giving me the motivation to write male readers <3 (Big thanks for also being a recurring req, keep an eye out for a surprise in the future!)
You feel offended for being reduced to a random demon… At least, that’s what he thought you were. Castiel chose the lie that he could ‘hardly recognize you anymore’. The angel didn’t want to admit that somewhere in your eyes he knew that soul of yours was familiar.
And he knows those teeth.
Even in hell you had a figure that reeked of power; not many demons lean into the folklore-y cosmetics that you do. If you weren’t already a powerhouse in the spiritual sense, those signature double canines solidified your reputation, and enamored Castiel in some shamefully sick way.
You’d found his motel room by talking to a horde of hunters at the local bar; funny how much a man can stick out merely for wearing a trench coat. Even funnier how cooperative barmen are when you mention looking for an ex lover.
He's let himself go, you think. At least, his choice of motel could be better than this. Though you do understand the sacrifice that comes with accompanying the Winchesters: Sam being needy all the time, dealing with a violent and emotionally constipated brother. Dean's constant prayer for help only when it's convenient to himself and severe alcoholism never helped either. The only reason he's alive is because Castiel routinely fixes the hunter's liver with his 'angel mojo.' Word goes around fast when the name Winchester finds its way in. Now you’re seated on his tarnished bed. Castiel doesn’t sleep. Oh, Filthy angel.
The door creaks open. You flinch from excitement when he looks at you in an instant.
“Castiel.”
The angel shivers. “…Demon.” His eyes drift to your mouth where you shoot him a smile. The room is quiet, only with the breeze that knocks on the window and the motel neighbors talking amongst themselves.
“You remember me?”
“...” He smooths out the wrinkles on his trenchcoat.
“Cute.” You beam.
Castiel looks a bit irritated. “I forget how much time has passed since our previous exchange.”
“Not long enough if you’re looking at me like that without a proper hello.”
“You’re not the only one who looks like you do. I needed to confirm your identity.”
“Yeah, but I was the first. And really, who from this side of the sky actually cares to visit you?”
Castiel opens his mouth to answer, but not a word comes out. His eyebrows scrunch together in frustration.
“That’s what I thought.”
You run your tongue over your teeth, beckoning the angel who steps forth. It’s definitely you, the demon he’s known longer than anyone.
That same confirmation rattles around redundantly in Castiel’s skull, as if it’ll grant him permission to put his hands on your face just to take a closer look. Your legs part, a natural manspread to which the angel fills the gap, standing so his knees graze your inner thighs and his fingers beginning to trace your face.
You lean into it, tilting your head to feel the cold of his digits on your lips. The sudden clamp down on his thumb is no accident. He doesn’t flinch or pull back.
“We’ve discussed this before. I’m not a masochist,” the angel whispers. “Not like you.”
You wrap one leg around his waist to force his body closer. For the cherry on top, you put on a cheesy smile. “But you’re one hell of a sadist. You don’t need sharp teeth to bite back.”
Maybe he’s gone soft, Castiel. Too many nighttimes spent with the shared intimacy of a human being that a demon suddenly becomes too much to handle. It’s hard not to try though, and your bites start extending to his wrists and forearms.
“Agh…” Castiel groans. He can’t get himself to say your name— it’d be too much. Still it’s bothersome how he clumps you into the horde. So your other leg wraps around his waist to push his body on top of yours. No run-of-the-mill demon can give the Angel of Thursday what he needs. “Be gentle if you so indulge.”
Bedsheets start shifting, tangling, copper starts teasing your taste buds, and Castiel’s by extension when he begins to kiss you.
You pull away to search for discomfort on Cas. “Am I hurting you at all—?”
“Open your mouth.”
Your eyes flicker to black, instantly complacent. You shift on your back, neck propped uncomfortably on the headboard so Cas can slide his thumb across the canines. He’s straddling you like it’s the most natural way he could be sitting. One hand occupied with your mouth, the other rests on your unclothed chest: firm, powerful, and deeply masculine. Is it that hard for Castiel to say he missed you?
He begins to relax. Castiel’s head moves to your shoulders to imprint a soft bite back.
“That didn’t take a lot… I forgot you’re a man of few words,” you groan out a laugh.
“You’re a man of too many.” He retorts between slow kisses to your body. Fingers graze waistbands and lips seek out one another. Kisses or not, your mouth stays open for Castiel to examine his favorite part of you.
The night goes on and the rooms next door cease their conversation. The silence is isolating, chilling, exciting. Castiel’s been taking his time with you just as you have him. In between prying your mouth open like a doll he allows you to sink bite after bite on his body. Watching your artistry heal or turn a light purple is an exciting gamble, and Castiel doesn’t seem to mind either result. It gives you a reason to move around and explore more when the table side lamp is all that lights the room. Your hands stay firmly on Castiel’s stomach to traces the faint v-lines that lead to his belt buckle and happy trail. You have to resist tearing your face away from his hands just to take a bite.
Moments later Cas’s fingers leave your mouth to cup your chin, his piercing stare asking to hear your voice.
“…did you want a review?” You drool.
“No.”
“Then what is it?”
“Hm.” He presses his fingertips to your lips. “Don’t get rid of these.”
“Did I awaken something?” You can hear his heartbeat quicken. “Or do you just feel bad for mingling with the enemy?”
“I like them. That is all.”
“That’s all?”
“I’d appreciate it if you were to bite harder next time.”
Summary: Reader tries to convince Wanda to take a shower with her
Warnings: Fluff, Possible broken phone, nothing else
Pt 1, Pt 2, Prequal
A/n: So I have been wanting to write this for a while and I thought that if I get back into writing this would be a fun little drabble. I got this from a tiktok audio that my Girlfriend sent me. Just thought it fit these two so well. Hopefully it isn't terrible.
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN
You run into the room skidding to a stop with two towels hanging from your tail. Wanda has to hold in a chuckle as she looks at you. “Baby!” You said excitedly.
Wanda hums in response, the book she was reading now lowered giving you her full attention. “We have to shower together.” You wave your hands around to express the urgency of this revelation.
“Detka I just took a shower.” Wanda lifts her book back up thinking that the conversation was over.
“No Wands, we have to shower together.” You pout.
“We’re not showering together.” Wanda tells you with a bit of a pointed look.
“There’s a water drought in Hell.” You tell her. Trying to sound as convincing as possible. “I’m telling you we have to reserve the water.”
Wanda gives you an amused smile. “Okay detka show me.”
You flail your arms as your tail whips back and forth still keeping the towels on it somehow. “Theres not enough water for everyone so we have to shower together!” You tug at Wanda’s hand to try and get her up off the couch. “It’s just something that happens.”
Wanda can’t help the chuckle that bubbles over. “Where did you learn that?”
You pull out your phone and hold it up. “From my phone. It’s right here.”
“Okay show me the proof.” Wanda tilts her head slightly. This gives you some slight panic knowing that the head tilt doesn’t mean anything good for anyone.
In a panic you throw your phone across the living room. It smashes into the wall and falls to the floor. “What phone?” You almost yell with a bewildered look on your face.
Wanda burst out laughing at your antics. “Alright my big bad demon. Let’s get your cute butt clean then.” She starts heading towards the bathroom smacking your ass as she walks by. “Also if that phone is broken I don’t want to hear anything about it since you decided to throw it at the wall.”
You’re left there shocked that Wanda was giving in and heading towards the bathroom. Your tail lightly flicks as your mouth hangs open slightly.
“Are you coming silly?” Wanda looks back at you with a smirk on her lips and a playful glint in her eyes. You’re not sure what you just got yourself into but you can’t wait to find out. You scramble after her in hopes of finding out.
[note: reader is straight (unlike me), you'll see why xx]
WHEN YOU, A DEMON, DOMINATE DEAN WINCHESTER you cuff him up to the bed. At first, you straddle his thigh until you come. Next, you sit on his face til you come a few times.
He's a begging mess. He's bucking his hips, and there are tears in his eyes. You drag his cock through your folds. He's trying to come, but with some sort of demonic power holding him, he simply can't.
When you'd accepted the Mark of Cain so Dean wouldn't have to, he never expected you to become a demon, and he never thought he'd be where he is.
"P-Please!"
"Please, what?"
"N-Need you!"
"Hm. Gotta be more specific."
"N-Need to be inside you! Inside your p-pussy, please!"
"Hm... Let me think."
You pause, watching as tears slip down his temples. You crawl to his face. You hover over him. You run your hands through his hair and lean down, as if to kiss him.
"No, not yet, my poor, pathetic boy."
He lets out what sounds like a sob he desperately tried to hold back.
"I haven't even put you in my mouth yet!"
He lets out another strangled sob.
"Silly, silly little Winchester."
You crawl back over to his cock, your ass facing him with your legs spread over his chest. He can smell you, he can see the wetness dripping out of you. He whines, and it turns into a loud, "Fuck!" when you run your tongue up the shaft of weeping cock.
You laugh deeply before you kiss the tip. You run your tongue swiftly across the slit. He's bucking his hips, he's shaking his head, he's screaming your name.
You finally let the tip slip past your tongue as you begin to suck him off.
You bob your head up and down, loving the noises he's making the whole time. You have an orgasm, and you groan around his penis, which causes him to let out another sob.
"P-Please, please put me in your p-pussy! Please let me c-come!"
"Hmm..."
You reposition yourself while his eyes are shut tightly. He doesn't dare to open them. Maybe if he doesn't, you'll realize how desperate he is.
"Please!" His voice is a mix between a whisper and a whine.
You suddenly slide yourself down onto him, his thick penis filling you as you bottom out.
"I'm gonna lift the hold on you, but don't you dare come until I let you, okay?"
He shakes his head negatively.
"I-I won't be able to h-hold it in! P-Please don't release me until you want me to come."
"Oh, Dean."
You lean down and place a soft kiss on his lips. His eyes fling open, and he tries to kiss you back, but you pull away.
"You're such a good boy, aren't you? Hm? So honest. So obedient."
"O-Only for you, Y/n. Just you."
"Oh, my sweet baby."
You kiss him again, and you let him kiss you back this time. Even under all the Mark of Cain shit, you still love the man writhing beneath you.
"I'm gonna come, then when I release you, you can come, okay?"
He nods.
"Thank you."
You kiss him again, a hand going to caress his cheek. He moans softly. It's a type of moan you haven't heard yet today. It's filled with love, as opposed to lust.
You sit up and begin bouncing on his cock. He's once again a groaning, sobbing mess. He's bucking up into you, and your eyes roll back as you come.
You release the demonic hold you have over him, and he comes immediately. You feel something soaking wet right after, and at first, he was scared he peed. He looked at you with wide, terrified eyes. He couldn't speak as you pulled out.
"My, my, what a good boy! You squirted for me!"
He sighed in relief and smiled. You lie down on top of his chest and kiss his neck.
"Thank you," he repeats.
"You're very welcome, Dean."
There's a pause.
"C-Could you please take the cuffs off? I-I wanna hold you."
You sit up and shake your head negatively.
"Please?"
He tugs on the cuffs and looks at you desperately.
"You know I can't, you'll just try and make me human again."
It's his turn to shake negatively.
"I won't, I swear! I just need to touch you, hold you, please!"
You respond by sitting up and gripping your breasts.
"Wanna hold these, baby?"
He nods.
"B-But not just those! I wanna touch your soft cheeks, I wanna hold you tight in my arms, I wanna grip your thighs and k-keep you pressed against me."
You lie back down but keep yourself propped up on an elbow so you can look him in the eyes. You press your tits against him.
"I'm pressed against you now, Dean."
He shakes his head again and tugs desperately at the cuffs.
"Need my hands on you," he begs softly.
You respond by reaching a hand to hold both of his, while the other goes to his cheek, and as you lie down on his heaving chest. He grips your hand quickly and smiles softly.
"This good enough?"
"Yeah."
There's a long pause.
"I miss you so much, sweetheart. Please come back to the bunker."
"You know I can't, Dean."
"Y-You can stay a demon if you want, okay? I just... I can't stand being so far away from you."
"How about this: I keep you with me as I travel the country, and you can join the sex I've been having with women?"
"Y-You've been having sex with women?"
"Demon or not, there's only one penis I'll ever be interested in."
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my masterlist
i'm sorry this is an imagine, anon, but i hope it meets your needs! i tried to make it a full one-shot/a longer story, but it was just taking too long to put together and i didn't want to keep you waiting. i may revisit this in the future, because this was hot as fuck!
also, i made the reader a moc!demon, instead of having her possess someone, because the thought of a demon using someone else's body for sex (while that person is alive or not) really grosses me out.
ALSO! sorry for disappearing for like three weeks. my bad! apologies!
It is lonely at the top, just the way he likes it. Other demons rarely have the guts to wander where he has made his presence known. Seeking out worthy opponents is a fruitless yet fun pastime of his. He assumes you must have at least a bit of strength to have come here, or at least a kind of personality worth his while. The most striking part of your external appearance turns out to be your hair, how interesting.
His own has grown rather lengthy as well, though not quite as long as yours. Still, no part of your looks comes up in your first shared conversations. He was not mistaken in assuming your character would be intriguing enough to soak up some of his time. What he did not anticipate, however, was that the amount of time would grow so great. Who would have guessed a chance encounter would lead to him forming the first proper bond he has had in centuries.
Prideful as ever, Kokushibo cares quite a bit about appearances. He takes good care of his own hair, though a demon's hair requires less maintenance. When it becomes clear that you are to be associated with him from now on, he ensures yours remains presentable as well. Even if you keep it pristine on your own, he does frequent check-ups on how well you are holding up its form. Transformations can confuse a lesser demon, but shabby shapeshifting is no excuse for you to not look the part of his partner.
Truth to be told, he only uses these checks as an excuse to get closer to you and touch the strands. Odds are that you have caught onto it as well, but he fully intends on keeping his pride. Although no matter how much he denies thinking of your hair in any special way, his hands always find their way to it one way or another. He pulls you closer with it, guides your movement with small tugs when he kisses you. Something about his demeanor is always demanding, and that applies to how he handles you as well.
He wields your hair as just another tool to keep control. His insecurities and inferiority complex are woven deep into his character. The thought of giving others any leeway tends to set off alarm bells in his head. Even so, he's rarely truly harsh in how he acts. Every part of him has always been devoted to proving himself, and now he subconsciously reflects that behavior towards you, regardless of whether you care about him being strong and capable or not.
Douma
At first he pays little to no mind to you, just another unlucky demon who stumbled onto his feeding grounds. Bored out of his mind, he decides to entertain your presence and grows shockingly fond of you as unlike other demons, you don't seem to mind his presence. He is quick to jump to toying with romance, ecstatic at the thought of getting to experience desire at last! When you accept his confession (delivered alongside a carefully arranged dinner of human flesh, tobacco, and a dance performance from his followers, how charming), he is over the moon! After securing your love, he wants to know absolutely everything about you- starting from the secrets of this gorgeous head of hair you have!
He often plays with the strands as he listens to his followers' woes. Ah, life is such a bore it's tragic, but at least you're here to brighten things up! The more he learns about your specific hair type, the more obsessed he grows with it. He wants to memorize every detail, from the way the texture changes as it descends from your scalp below your shoulders and even further down, to the way it reflects in different shades in cold moonlight compared to warm candlelight. If only he could touch your gorgeous face as the golden sunlight frames your hair!
Well, it's not as if he'd be totally averse to the burn of it- getting a little scorched never hurt anybody, right? Unfortunately, the demon blood in your veins prevents this. Although your pained face is almost as adorable as your pleased one, he wouldn't risk your safety for something as silly as a fleeting masterpiece like that. He does, however, intend on hurting anyone else who touches your hair, with or without permission. Tending to his lover is his privilege and his privilege alone; not one of these witless mortals knows what you need in the way that he does.
When he pulls you close, one of his hands tends to tangle into your hair. Scratching at your scalp with his claws, he relishes in any sounds he can draw from your lips as he pulls them to his own. As you mold together, he guides the kiss with light tugs, telling you where he wishes to go next. He falls far further in love if you return the gesture. Pull his hair as hard as you like, he can take it!
It often becomes a playful battle, and although you rank lower than him, he could not care less about who loses. Maybe your painful tugs pull a delighted smile into his blood red lips, setting life alight in his frosted heart. Then again, his hands working through your hair may bring a proud grin onto face, brand new expressions and sounds blessing him like the touch of something divine. He has truly grown to like these little exchanges, how thrilling this new dance of yours is! Every tiny bit of you is so precious he just wants to eat you up, devour every little detail he can discover about you!
Akaza
Ever the loner, Akaza could not care less about any random demon. Your long hair, no matter how beautiful does not faze him at all, or so he would like to say. It reminds him of something, something he would rather not remember. Still, that feeling makes him stick around. Curiosity gets the better of him, and the next thing he knows, he is engaging in longer conversations with you.
Truthfully, he has never found himself thinking about what kind of hairstyle he would prefer for his partner to have. However, something inside his heart tells him that long hair, especially tied up with a pin, has made him swoon before. One night in a moment of distant reminiscing, his tattooed hand reaches for the strands. The realization of what he just did makes him flinch back in embarrassment. Even so, you grant him permission to touch it, and he only hesitates for a moment before tracing the textures with his fingertips again.
As he realizes he has some experience with handling long hair, some ancient part of him grows oddly delighted. His life is filled with the violence and bloodshed that he relishes in, but he supposes this can be a pleasant pastime for the moments where he cannot indulge himself. When daylight floods the world and he cannot hunt, he busies his hands within your hair. Sometimes you talk, sometimes you are quiet, but either way, those moments put him at ease.
Some moments, however, see that peace disturbed. He swallows hard when an accidental tug pulls a sharp, breathy gasp from your lips. This feels inappropriate, like something that should be saved until after marriage. Wait, he's a demon. He cannot get married. Why would he even care about engagements even if he could?
When you kiss him, he gently brushes his fingers against your scalp. The sensation grounds him, comforts him. Whatever haunts the back of his mind can go away, dissolve into the shoddy mist that it should be at most. Regardless of what kind of dormant feelings you stir up inside of him, he would prefer to take things slow. There is much he wishes to discover with you, old and new- but recovery from some things takes time, and he hopes you'll understand whenever he gets overwhelmed and steps away.
Gyutaro
When Daki found you, neither one of the siblings held any expectations for you. Lower ranked demons were always easily chased out of their territory. However, unlike most demons, you set your pride aside and asked to make a deal. Daki's job made it difficult for the siblings to leave the entertainment district, and your weak constitution made you an easy target for demon slayers. So, if Upper Six were to offer you protection from demon slayers, you would use your sharp senses to bring forth marechi-blooded humans for them to devour. Although the pair had their doubts, Daki decided to entertain the idea due to all the flattery you showered her with, and so the deal was made.
He remains grumpy and reclusive for a long while before revealing himself. Watching as you thread your fingers through his sister's hair, he can tell you know what you are doing. Your own hair must be the cause of this, abnormally long even for a demon, almost glowing as it shifts with your movements. He scowls in his usual hiding spot, curling into himself in bitter jealousy. With such beautiful hair, you must have been drowning in suitors, the kind willing to throw all sorts of treasures just to have you.
Months pass before he feels the need to show himself in front of you. He separates from his sister and finds you alone, movements clunky as always when he sits down to speak to you one on one. The reason for his presence gets masked in thinly veiled threats for you to keep your loyalty to them. Truthfully, his pride prevents him from admitting that he has grown to be curious about you, said curiosity growing into fondness as you share more and more evenings together. Your confession comes to him as an utter shock- his breath catches in his throat as he wonders if this is some sort of cruel joke on his behalf- but when he is assured of your feelings, he intends on never letting go.
Only after confirming your relationship does he let as much as a fingertip graze the curves of your hair. He isn't much for playing with it or styling it. Although he plays off his insecurities as disinterest, the truth is that his heart catches in his throat at the thought of ruining it. What a stupid thought, even if he did mess it up, you're a demon and could just force it to grow back! Still, his doubts about his inelegant nature hold him back in all aspects of the relationship, including helping you with self-care.
He rarely initiates contact, only in the heat of the moment or when you ask him to. At most, he admires your hair and other parts of you from a distance, frowning as he wonders what you could see in him aside from power. In spite of his thoughts, he knows there is more as you look at him with such unmistakable devotion. Nothing can take that away from him, he decides as greed swells in his heart, tugging you closer. His rough lips scratch against yours as teeth bite into them, leaving a mark.
He grins at the cute sound you let out, tangling his claws into your hair. Somehow, against all odds, you have grown to love a hollow tree like him. He may prefer silent admiration, but sometimes even he must pay what's due when the time comes. His debt to you is one of love, one of worship. For once he, the collector, will be the one to give.
Daki
Beautiful demons are not of any specific use to her, but she can appreciate having one around. If she is to share her territory or tolerate the presence of someone for longer than a few mere seconds, being appealing on the eyes is mandatory. Her appearance will not be tainted by having someone ugly tail behind. Although your looks and strength are subpar compared to hers, she can admit they are sufficient for someone of your level. Your cunning nature and charisma make up for it in a satisfactory manner. You did manage to convince her to take you under her wing, after all.
Even so, she will not tolerate anything less than excellence from her subordinates. That lengthy hair of yours must be maintained well, she reminds you time and time again. As months pass by, however, Daki grows convinced of your abilities. You gain the honor of tending to her own long hair as well. Be grateful and flattered, worm, she has recognized your skill.
It takes a while for her to set her pride aside enough to touch your hair instead. That is, in terms of actual affection. Of course she tugs on it whenever she feels like it, using any small shortcoming of yours as an excuse to do so. Something about the texture and the pure mass of it just keeps pulling her attention back to it. The need to give attention to someone else bothers her, and she tends to take that out on you by continuing to be her harsh self, acting as if she has not warmed up to you at all.
One day she grows sick of waiting and tells you to sit down in front of her. With the reason of pulling something out of your hair or checking on its quality, she traces over the strands. She allows them to slip past her long, manicured claws. Before long she has allowed herself to relax into the mundane activity. For whatever reason, the weight of her life seems much less now.
She marvels over the texture for a good while. Eventually, her thoughts circle back to all she is meant to be. She is Warabihime, she is Daki- untouchable, above all else, as gorgeous and powerful as a god. What is she doing, pampering someone else? This may be a question she often asks herself, but she cannot bring herself to stop. Perhaps she enjoys having you around; a competent servant deserves a treat every now and again. Her emotions are as complex as she is, but regardless of what exact name they should be given, Daki has decided not to let you go.
