"Did I do this right?" You mutter to yourself, looking over the chalk circle with written sigils before dragging your gaze back to the old dusty book in your hand, scrunching up your nose and squinting your eyes.
The spell book was old and fragile, with yellowing paper and ink that was starting to fade. You could barely read it in the candlelight but dammit were you trying your hardest to. Because, you had a mission. One you were determined to complete. Mission: Lose My Virginity.
And, of course, as a generational witch, you had decided that it would be a good idea to snag your old grandmothers grimoire and summon an incubus. I mean, they were all about sex, right? It seemed like a good idea.
So now it was almost 3 AM, the witching hour, and the upstairs attic was illuminated by candlelight and you had attempted to draw the summoning circle correctly on the floor. All that was left now was to speak the incantation...
Hand stretching over the circle, you scrunch up your nose again as your try to read the faded cursive of some ancient relative that you had. Clumsy pronunciations of ancient Latin falls from your tongue, words you were sure that you were butchering, only hoping that it didn't horrendously backfire on you.
Finally... as the last word falls from your tongue, you pause. Breath hitched, eyes darting around, waiting for... something to happen. You continue to wait, and just when your shoulders are about to sag with disappointment, the summoning circle sparks. You gasp as the chalk lines begin to glow, wincing when it starts to burn into the wood and make a permanent mark. Mom is gonna kill me- You think to yourself.
Suddenly flames flick up in a wall, making you jump back and fall on your ass with shock at the sudden surge of magic. A snarl is heard and you're just sure that you fucked up the spell.
A humanoid creature steps out and the flames settle. Dark skin, rippling muscles, locs down to his shoulders, dark crimson red eyes, pointed black ears, a thin black tail, and fangs that flashed as he snarled down at you.
"Y-You're not what I meant to summon." You sputter out nervously, eyes wide and your pulse quickening. "That so? And what exactly were you trying to summon then?" The creature asks, voice smooth and raspy with an edge of irritation and something like... restraint.
"A-An incubus..." You admit shyly, cheeks warming. The creature lets out a bark of laughter, tail flicking. "Well I'm far from that, starlight. I'm a hound. A hellhound." He growls out and it's almost embarrassing how his voice makes blood rush down south so pathetically fast.
"Why were you even trying to summon one of those blasted fiends?" He askes, ears pinned back with annoyance, nostrils flaring and pupils dilating, as if he smelled something pleasing. It's a detail you notice... curiosity seeping into your mind.
"I... I'm trying to lose my virginity." You mutter out shyly, part of you hoping that he didn't hear it. But, of course, his canine hearing picks up on it easily. Ears pricking forward, head tilting in a doggish manner that makes you want to scratch him behind the ear if not for fear that he might bite your hand off.
"Oh this is just fucking perfect." He growls out. But before you can snap out at him for making fun of you, he's on you. "I get summoned by some pathetic virgin in the middle of my rut. Satan below, The Fates must be toying with me." He growls out, large hands reaching up to grip your wrists and pin them down.
"No wonder you smell like arousal, you horny slut." He snarls and you can only whine out at his mean words. He snarls again in response, claws ripping your shirt off, making you squeak out. The hellhound's tongue lolls out, darting out to lap at your pulse point before dropping his head further to run his tongue over one of your nipples, making you gasp out sharply.
"I can smell your arousal, slut." He growls out, making you whimper in embarrassment. It was pathetic how hard your cock was. It was aching, painfully so, and leaking pre like you were some horny teenager.
The hellhound flips you over and tugs your pajama pants down. "Ass up, I'm going to mount you like the bitch you are." He rasps, spreading your cheeks apart and spitting on your fluttering hole, using his thumb to spread it around before pushing it inside, careful not to cut your walls with his claw.
You whimper out softly as he thrusts his thumb in and out to help loosen you up, his other hand reaching to tug up his shirt a bit before he's unbuckling his belt and tugging his pants down. You dare to look back, mouth almost instantly watering as you see just how big he is. You didn't know how that was going to fit inside you.
Spitting again, he slicks his dick up with his own saliva before bringing his cockhead up to your hole, briefly teasing it before beginning to push inside with a low groan. "Fuck you're tight, pretty boy." He all but snarls out.
"I-It's too big-! C-Can't- I can't- it won't fiiiiit!" You whine out beneath him, nails clawing at the wooden floorboards of the attic beneath you. "Yes it will. It'll fit. I'll make it fit." He says back roughly, muttering something under his breath in a language you don't understand.
He continues to slide his length in until his hips are pressed against your asscheeks. He doesn't even wait for you to adjust, his rut taking control of his instincts as he snaps his hips, pulling back only to drive back into your walls.
You cry out, clawing at the floor as he fucks into you brutally, moans spilling from your throat as the hellhound above you allows his rut to completely take over his instincts.
"Fuuuuck yeah. Tight fucking walls gripping my cock just fucking right." He hisses out with pleasure. "This is what you wanted, right? To be fucked like the little fucking whore you are?" He taunts, claws digging into your hips as he drives into you harder, his tip kissing your prostate and making you cry out louder.
Eyes half rolled back, jaw slack, drool spilling out - you were a fucked out mess. He chuckles out with dark amusement at your state. "Fucked dumb on my cock already? Is it that good, pretty boy?" He muses, a muscular arm wrapping around your throat to draw your head back in a head lock.
"I asked you a fucking question, dumb mutt." He snarls out with a particularly mean snap of his hips, making you cry out hoarsely. "Y-Yes! Yes it's good. S'good. Fuck please don't stop, I'm close." You whine out pathetically, earning a low growl of approval.
"Cum for me then, little pup. Cum for me while I knot you." He demands, his knot beginning to swell at the base and catching against your entrance. You feel the coil in your tummy curl tighter and tighter until it finally snaps.
Warmth spreads throughout your body and your vision whites you as you cum, your throbbing cock spraying cum everywhere on the attic floor while the hellhound above you bullies his knot into you. Locking you to him as he fills you up, teeth sinking into your neck as he does.
The two of you stay like that for awhile, interlocked and panting hard. Your cock starts to go soft and the hellhound eventually unlocks his jaw and releases your neck from his teeth, tongue lapping at the wound he left.
"Was that... satisfactory for your first time?" He asks, his tone tentative and you swear you hear a hint of insecurity in his tone. You hum out, nodding. "More than satisfactory, holy shit that was amazing." You sigh out and you hear him give a pleased rumble, nosing your neck softly as his knot starts to deflate.
"Good. Because I'm not done with you, little mate." He rasps out, slipping his cock out only to pick you up in his arms. "My rut isn't done and I won't stop til I've broken your bed." He purrs out mischievously, making your cheeks warm.
Had idea because I love red velvet in his BAD4 outfit...
Imagine reader being a shy fan of BAD4 who loves going to their shows and one point...Red velvet notices them aaaaaand let's just say when y/n pulls out their normal ticket...suddenly, much to their surprise, y/n discovered that their ticket was bumped up to vip or mvp...and next thing they know, at some point...they find themselves backstage with hellhound, their crush and y/n gets attention and a hug...bet they grow even closer when y/n reveals that they love cakehounds...
A fan of hellhound plus a cakehound lover with the hellhound himself who happens to be the general of cakehounds...a match made in heaven lol!
☆ Starlight and Pawprints — BAD4 Red Velvet x Reader ☆
Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
A/N: This is a kinda-AU where BAD4 is this popular boy band when the CODs get some freetime
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You were beyond thankful that you had managed to snag a ticket to see your favorite band perform in an abandoned segment of a city. BAD4 might not have been on the same level as Shining Glitter or Parfait, but you held them as close to your heart as any pop stars. Tickets had become hot on the market with time, and you had just barely secured one. It was a little odd, it seemed like one had been added to the roster right after you swore they were sold out. But either way, you were ecstatic, and made sure to dress in red and black to match the themes of the concert.
You wore a little keychain displaying the head of the staff/microphone mix your favorite member of the band, Hellhound, carried with him at all times. It was hard to find good quality merchandise in your price range, but you beamed as you stood in the crowd with it on your bag. The performance blew you away, awestruck to see the members performing live. A red-haired cookie with a neat outfit and glasses appeared, tapping you with the end of her pen. You turned, seeing the boys' manager right before you.
"Your badge" she said simply, tapping it as it hung on your collar. "Huh? Oh-" you began, holding it out for her to see. She inspected it, turning it around and seeing a golden sticker on the back. A VIP mark. She nodded as she dropped her hold, letting it fall neatly back onto your shirt "Come backstage when the show ends". As she walked off, you stood there stunned. You hadn't even noticed the sticker when the badge came in, too excited to have snagged one at all. How did a VIP ticket become available so suddenly, and for so cheap?
You were still mulling over it once the show ended, even as you walked backstage and the manager opened up the door for you to enter backstage. You felt your breathing hitch when you saw him there, Hellhound himself. He turned to see you, and you couldn't help grinning when his blue eye met yours. "You've got a pass?" Hellhound asked, and you nodded "Yeah! It was such immense luck, but- I'm really happy to be meeting you guys!"
Hellhound glanced to ZZ Skull, who gave him a little smirk before bounding up to you "Welcome, welcome! You must be quite the fan! And a Cookie of good taste". You chuckled while shaking his hand, Hellhound stepping up beside you. His eyes caught sight of your keychain, and his visible eye softened a bit. He reached out his clawed hand, taking the charm into his hold "Wow.. did you make this?". "Ah-" you began, feeling yourself flush "No, I bought it. It reminded me of you"
Hellhound cracked a small smile "It's amazing. Just like Cakehounds". "I love Cakehounds!" You replied brightly, and Hellhound perked up "Me as well! I've always had a fondness for them". "That's so cool! I knew your staff was modeled after one, but Cakehounds have always been a big interest of mine". "Maybe we could compare notes sometime" Hellhound offered. You felt yourself blush more, and Hellhound gave you a smile "Only if you want to"
"That would be amazing" you said. It didn't escape your attention how ZZ Skull and the others were watching with interest, sometimes snickering at seeing you both. Hellhound gave them a glare over his shoulder, effectively silencing them. He sighed as he turned back to face you "We can exchange information in a moment, once they aren't around to laugh". "Sounds great" You replied with a little nod. Your heart was flickering in your chest, happily anticipating the hangout to come.
The pictures do not belong to me. I only created the mood board. Do not repost my work anywhere.
Content: NSFW/Lemon; injury (brief, not to reader), mild aggression, mentions of death, soul bonding, fluff, receiving oral, penetrative sex (+ knotting), marking (no biting - tattoo), more fluff to top it off, with the NSFW only at the very end - (if there is anything else anyone would like tagged here that I haven't caught, let me know!)
Wordcount: 3715
Masterlist
The creature rested at your front door had been your shadow for some time now.
The raven fur thick at its scruff tinged with a crimson the nearer you came, and though you doubted its domesticity - its claws were far too long for any house pet, not to mention in place of fluffy ears were ram horns, wide and curled back to its neck - you still felt sympathy for the creature, wounded as it was.
You first saw it nearly a month ago, trailing at your shadow when the evening fell into night. If the creature had wanted to have you then, it would have. The flash of fanged teeth hadn't been so unusual, until the muzzle almost tore back, sinew and tendons sewing flesh together, up to it skull. Then you'd known it wasn't quite a dog, nor some odd breeding anomaly, and had fought to ignore the memory.
Until the creature was at your backdoor come dawn when you went to the river for water and herbs for medicine. You were no healer, not properly, but your parents had passed down knowledge you cherished and made use of. Poultices ready-made waited for collection, all the while your stalker sat by the tree line, waiting; you weren't sure what for.
To see it so defeated when it was usually full of life tugged you down to your knees. The first time you had confronted it - in a rage of foolishness, really, considering how lucky you had been to avoid any harm at its infliction, the creature had staggered back almost in shock at having stones thrown, before letting loose a growl so low your muscles locked, and you thought then you had incited your own death, as its muzzle nudged up at your fist, the creature large enough to come to your hips like a pony.
The memory was nothing now. You whispered, hoping to soothe the dog-like demon when you brushed its fur. It gave a low whine, and tail thin like a whip with an arrowed tip tucked neater to its belly. Whatever it was, was decisively male, but your focus was more on the scratches curled deep into its stomach, and the wound on its throat must have been from another creature of the same kind.
"Hey, boy," you said and offered your hand for him to sniff. The notion struck you as pointless; obviously he recognised you, laying at your door after following for so long, but the press of a hot nose was more reassurance to you than anything. "Stay still. You'll be okay, boy."
The idea of letting him inside was daunting, but you couldn't just leave him there to die. No matter why he followed you, he had come to you now for help, and you pressed onto his back carefully. When he snarled, you winced through gritted teeth.
"Come on, boy." You tucked your hands beneath his back enough to encourage him up. Your door was open. All he had to do was collapse inside. "Go on-"
With a pitiful whine, he fell heavily against your thigh as you led him in. He managed to carry himself to the fireplace before landing with a thud, and though he still breathed, you weren't surprised to find him now unconscious.
Treating a dog was different from humans but you made do with what you had, and you couldn't do anything more than that. What you noticed, even as you tried not to, was the thick stench of something foul and smoky on washing away blood, and something about it twisted at you. Like it was unnatural. There wasn't anything natural to a dog of his size, with horns and a tail like that, nor a muzzle so wide and sharp, but you had already invited him in and tended to his wounds, so you moved on.
You left a bowl of water and some old meat at his side but when you retreated to your room, sharp canines snatched your wrist. His eyes flicked up to you, a bright, burning red against his ashen body. When you conceded and sat at his side, a soft whimper enticed your fingers to his scruff, careful to avoid the horns and shallow wound.
"You're okay," you hummed, holding still when he inched close enough to lay a heavy head on your thighs. "You'll be okay, boy. You’ll be healthy again, and you won't even try to eat me, will you? No," you whispered, and spoke until his eyes fell shut.
That night you spent curled uncomfortably back against the sofa, falling in and out of a restless sleep. You woke before dawn to find the beast gone, and in his place was a man. The first, natural instinct that came to you was to scream; his head was nuzzled against your thighs, a hand curled at your hip and clutching loosely, but the familiarity struck you before the screech came.
His body was the same black of his fur, a rich, almost obsidian, but the giveaway was the tail twined to his bare legs. Even still, his mouth seemed off, a little too wide, and the short nubs at his temples, though dramatically smaller horns, were the same.
So you yawned, snatching the blanket off the sofa and laying it across his thin body, too. Waking hours later with daylight on your face, you were alone. He had rested you on the sofa with a pillow beneath your head and the blanket up to your neck. It melted away remnants of fear, after being alone with not only some demonic hound, but a strange man, too, more than capable of harming you.
It was a struggle to continue your day as you normally would, but it was a weekend, so a short trip out was all you needed. You were back before midday but still alone. Alone until well into the evening, almost convinced it had been a fever dream until you had finished changing into comfortable clothes, and the silhouette standing in your kitchen turned, tail wound at his bare ankle.
"Oh."
The tail flicked and he watched you with glowing eyes, which darted back from you to the door. "If you would rather I leave-"
"No. No, stay." His head canted much like it had when he was the creature, and you smiled, offering him a change of clothes you had bought; not so much a change, but something to cover up with. "I'd like the company, and an explanation."
He apparently had no shame, and you had to admit, he needn't have any. His body was taut, and once more you were drawn to admiring him. The clothes hung off his frame, adding to his general unruliness - his hair particularly, ruffed with thick curls nearly enshrouding the nubby horns.
The stranger was a foot or so taller than you, stiffening when you reached out towards him. He blinked when you introduced yourself, before whispering, "my name is Danon. It's okay," he said, and tipped his head down.
They were rough, thick at the base, and Danon's breath caught when you stroked up to the tips. Horns of a devil, yet he stood before you still weakened by wounds visible, though closed over at his throat, at least. No blood stained the white shirt yet, so you instead moved past to make a drink for you each.
"Start from the beginning, Danon."
His lips twitched, though the smile didn't last. "I am a hellhound. We guide souls on from their lives here. My life is owed to you."
You sipped in quiet until it helped calm your thoughts. Sat opposite a hellhound, you needed the strength. "Sounds lonely."
His voice trembled. "It is."
When Danon chose not to elaborate, you embraced the quiet. He had only sniffed at the tea, but you wouldn't force him to drink it. With his hands so large, clawed, the mug shrunk between them.
He still remained quiet, so you watched him carefully and said, "you followed me for a month."
"It was meant to be you."
Danon's lips pulled back like he was snarling down at his mug, but the action somehow only made a smile grow on your face. He snapped his head up, slamming the mug down hard enough the handle shattered free.
"It was your life I was sent for. Not the elder man. You. Say something," he bit out, a snarl coming audibly now when you just looked at him, heart-pounding but face unchanging. "Is that it? You don't care about your own life? I could snatch it from you now, leave you there breathless until-" he bit his cheek sharp as his tail swung out in short whips. "I chose to give you time."
The only sound you could make was a breathless, "why?"
"I watched you long before revealing myself."
"Oh, don't tell me," you cut in, rolling your eyes. "You fell in love with me? Is that it?"
"Yes."
"Very funny," you snapped, and Danon's throat bobbed. Like you had done, he said nothing, and you began to grip your mug tighter. "Tell me you're lying. You killed someone because you love me?"
"His time had come. I sent him in place of your soul. The world cannot lose you. The way you care for these people… not one other soul is so caring. You deserve to live."
"But he didn't?"
Danon's long tipped ears twitched, almost pinning back once your voice sharpened. He thumbed the crack in the mug with his claw and grunted, "we can claim a soul. I fought for yours and until I choose to let you pass," he glanced up, finding your face ashen. "You will live. The elder was sickly. Longer for him would be a cruelty. His soul was so far gone I couldn't resist guiding him. It's like… like an itch."
Questions sprouted endlessly the more he spoke, and you fully intended to return to the matter of him claiming your soul, but he hunched over, and you wondered if it took a toll on him, being the one to cart people from this life. Better to have a guide than not, but your mind drifted to the man whose passing you'd heard of nearby; very old, very sick, and in a way, it was an easing of pain.
"Don't I itch?"
His warm laughter came as a surprise. Danon's tail swayed gently. "No. You're like a beacon to me. I need to scratch the itch, but your soul is where I return to. When you healed me, you accepted my claim. For simplicity," he murmured, canting his head a little to hold your eyes. "We are bound, 'til death do us part. It is late."
Like that, Danon dismissed the questions burning in your mind. He rose, his form slender and lean, before rounding the table towards you. His claws pressed beneath your chin and he fell low, so close his breath brushed your face. The warmth in your stomach tightened your chest. If Danon lowered himself a little more, you would lean into his kiss without pause.
"I will never apologise for choosing you."
Sleep evaded you for a long time. Knowing that a creature of hell was resting in the lounge gave you plenty to torment over, and like he knew, the soft padding of paws entered your room. The beast huffed a heavy breath against your hand before curling at the foot of your bed, a weight that left you curled into yourself. His presence was a comfort, even as you struggled to stop thinking of him.
He loved you. He loved you, and he had bound your souls together.
Sometime in the night as your thoughts became heavier, the bed dipped. The creature rose, a yawn baring sharp teeth in a display that had frightened you nights ago, before whining quietly. He nudged at your arm until you let him lay close, nosing at your throat and whining again until you were able to rest.
Danon wasn't by your side when you woke. There wasn't a trace of him left. The shattered mug had been cleared away, the smoky scent that followed him was gone, and the comfort with it. You almost thought it had been a dream, a delirious lie after being alone too long, and forced yourself to go about your day as you would normally. If Danon came home, it would be of his own choice.
He staggered into your room three nights gone and collapsed to his knees in reaching out to you. It was the thick of night, so you woke with a cry at somebody waking you. Danon caught your face in clammy palms and hushed you. It was without a word that you kicked back the sheets for him, and he crawled beside you - bare, but so exhausted you couldn't find it in you to care as he clutched you tight with a rough sigh.
It wasn't the time for questions, but you leaned back as far as you could with his arms snaked against you, brushing your hand against his burning cheek. "I missed you."
His glowing eyes blinked down at you. "You missed me?"
You hummed and leaned into his chest. "Did you have an itch?"
His chest rose beneath you but it was answer enough. Danon's kiss was tentative, pressed to your temple like a breath, fleeting when he laid his cheek to your crown. "I missed you, too."
"Tell me what it means to have my soul claimed."
"Come morning, you may ask me anything."
"Will you be here?"
The hellhound paused a breath. "I'm never far," he said, but it was answer enough as you woke entwined, cheek to his shoulder and with a tail draped over your hips.
For a creature of hell, sunlight blessed him. The sharp angles of his face looked softer in the golden hue, and you were free to admire him until he grumbled and peeked open an eye at you. Danon's brows dipped when he found you already awake, but you were quick to catch his arm before he could lean away.
"I fought for the right to your soul," he murmured, thick with sleep and slightly slurred. "It is mine. Nothing can take you without me releasing you."
"Don't I own my own soul?"
"It is mine," he said against the pillows, grumbling and turning away. Though as he fought to muffle himself, his arm around you tightened. "Pretty soul, too."
"Am I immortal?" Danon breathed a laugh. His tail flicked down your legs and he shook his head. "Are you?"
"If I wish to pass on, I may."
The words were rough and muffled now he had found a spot on the pillow to hide from the light, but you spoke still. If he was in your bed, he would answer your questions. "Will you pass on when I do?"
He hummed, "I might." You frowned, and he let out a rumble of a growl, turning fully from the pillow. Danon rose over you until you were laid back beneath him. "It is dependent on you."
"Me?" You blanched, "why me?"
"How attached I am. I never," he growled, and would have lurched back if not for your touch brushing his arm. "I never intended to claim someone. Your soul is my burden-"
"I'm a burden?"
Danon snarled, but you bit back a smile at the gesture. He brought himself close, forehead to yours, and whispered, "I loved you before claiming you. That is my burden alone. May I?"
Throat tight, you tried to hold your voice steady when you asked, "may you?"
"May I sleep?"
Your breath rushed from you and you forced a nod, laying still as he nestled back into the pillows. Danon's hand skimmed your stomach when you slid free, and his tail snagged at your ankle before unwinding.
Days passed much like that, and each in his presence weakened you. Confessions came in soft whispers when, to him, they were the only possible answer to yet another of your questions. You asked him if he had a home. He did; loose curls fell against his horns, brushed his dark eyes, and the answer, though he never did anything more than smile at you, echoed in your chest. It was the same reason he came back after a soul needed guiding, and the isolation of what he was struck you when he returned, falling into your arms no matter where he found you.
The worst came when he was gone nearly a fortnight. Some nights you doubted if he would come back to you, and the memory of him seeing you as beacon became your clutch. You had taken to resting on the small sofa in the days, knowing that if he came back in the light, you would wake.
His whine was so soft you thought him to be the beast when a warmth brushed your cheek, but arms tucked beneath you and curled you into a bare chest. Danon's lips lingered on your forehead before he laid you on your bed, whispering your name as he began to free you from your dress. The lace parted easily for him, and you brought his hands up to your sleeves when he made to turn, helping him undress you until you were left only in your underwear.
"Don't stay away so long," you whispered, reaching out to brush back his loose curls. Danon trembled when you ran your thumb against his horns. "What if you didn't come back to me?"
He closed his eyes and leaned into your palm. "That will never happen."
"This isn't one-sided," you said. Lengthened teeth cut into his lower lip when you slowly parted your legs beneath him, and Danon's hips fell against yours. He let out a breathless moan when your touch pressed to his lips and he let them part, tongue hot against you. "Did you not think I loved you?"
He whined, and his head fell heavy onto your chest. You gasped when he kissed the soft skin as it fell low, and his hands settled on your hips. "Tell me you do."
"I might," you said, and he was peppering softer kisses across your breast, hot lips drawing on your nipple until you groaned. "You'll have to do more than that first."
Danon's lips curled up against your stomach, and relief flooded you when he moved lower. His thumbs stroked small circles into your thighs when he pressed his hot tongue to the fabric clinging to your body, tasting you through it. His teeth caught at the hem and as you lifted your hips, he snatched them off and returned as fast, kissing purple flushes onto your legs before pausing.
"Tell me now."
With a small smile, you reached low to hook a finger against his horn, and breathed, "not yet, love."
He snarled half-heartedly before a long drag of his tongue made you choke. Danon flicked the muscle up until it nudged to your nerves, earning a sharp cry of his name in pleasure. The heat now rushing through you began to pool in your gut, and tightened with the passion he began to lap at you with. The hound growled low, and the shock of it ran in shivers through you.
Claws curled against your skin and he pressed your legs back to your chest. The same fire you felt throbbing glowed in his eyes, and he almost held your stare for as long as he stretched your tight body around his tongue, if you hadn't shuddered and bucked against him.
"Danon-" His nose forced hot air against you, nosing up at your clit and you stuttered out a plea, grasping at his hair and grinding your hips up to his face. "I need you. I need you to-Danon-"
He yelped when you dragged him up, and his body rubbed hard against you. The weight of him slick and nudging to your core made you wriggle, and he palmed your stomach with a small smile, the other hand circling his cock and guiding it up so his head rubbed to your nerves.
"If we do this, you will wear my mark." He turned to kiss your knee as it came against his shoulder. "Am I what you want?"
The shine to eyes was so innocent that you nodded, tangling your fingers in his hair again to drag him against you. "I love you."
Your voice broke on a hoarse cry. Danon laid over you, your legs strained up against him a way that had your body so tight and stuffed when his cock drove deep. His lips, thick and sweetened by your taste, parted on a heady groan with each thrust, each clench of your thighs dragging him deeper.
At that moment, your souls recognised the other; they must have done, with a feeling of belonging overcoming you as Danon cradled your face, running away a tear of pleasure. He rutted up as he began to gasp and shake, a weight slamming against your centre. He soothed you with a whisper of his love, and grinned at your answering whine before the claw of his thumb flicked your clit. Bolts of pleasure knotted in your core. You cried, seeing white and locking tight in the same second Danon thrust hard, the knot forced into you and sticking.
You felt him come, thick and hard until he was panting and kissing down your throat. The black swirls of his mark formed across your chest and Danon held you close as his knot swelled all the more.
"Stay here." He swallowed, nipping at your jaw before meeting your eyes. "Stop travelling," you said quietly, and Danon's fingers running down your hips paused, splaying wide as he looked down at you. Your traced his chest, drawn to the stretch of his skin where a matching mark laid. "Care for this village, the neighbouring ones. You said you only take souls at their time. Guide theirs."
"Stay with you?" His small smile tugged at your heart. Danon slid his arm lower to lift you up against him, brushing a soft kiss to your lips. "I will try."
I wrote Danon in like one sitting and honestly? He stole my heart. I don't know how it happened but this is the longest thing I've written that wasn't intended to be two parts. Danon is now my baby, and I hope you all loved him too - let me know if you did! Threw in the NSFW as a treat to myself. We love indulgent writing. Thank you for getting this far <3
The Hellhound: To Hell And Back (part 2) (Jordan Parrish imagine)
A/N: In case you missed it, here is the first part of this story. Enjoy !
The police sirens reverberated through the streets as several cars parked around the pack. The officers, the coroner and even forensics were already rushing into the house.
« Hey dad! » Stiles greeted his not so happy father as he walked to them.
« Why am I not surprise to see you here ? » He ironically responded.
« If it brings any comfort, we didn’t really plan to find a dead body tonight » His son added, grinning at the end of his sentence.
« Can you please stop saying ‘’dead body’’? » Y/N told Stiles.
He gave her a comforting smile before turning to his father.
« Before you ask, we don’t know what happened. We just found her. »
« Anything supernatural I should know about ? »
« Probably, but we’re not sure yet » Scott answered.
The Sheriff took a look behind the boys. Y/N was still shaking, she could not keep her eyes focus on anything and she seemed ready to collapse any second now.
« Is she alright ? » He asked.
Scott pursed his lips, taking a step toward the policeman.
« She’s been through a lot tonight, could we … could we give you our deposition tomorrow so we can take her home ? » He spoke.
« Under any other circumstances I would’ve said yes, but I’ve got a dea… » He stopped when he saw Y/N picking at his words. « … A body and a couple of kids who found themselves in a house where they shouldn’t have been. »
« C’mon, dad, seriously ? » Stiles complained.
« I’m sorry but I’m gonna have to ask you to come with me to the station »
« Could we just bring Y/N home first ? » Lydia asked.
The Sheriff hesitated. He looked at the kids then turned back to his officers.
« Is Parrish here yet ? » He demanded.
Y/N instantly raised her head, the familiar name alone bringing her comfort.
« Just arrived, Sir » One of policeman answer.
Before he could ask them to call him, he saw his deputy urgently getting out of his car, not even in his uniform, and rushing to the pack. He didn’t acknowledge his boss, or even the teenagers around him, but just went straight to what mattered the most to him, Y/N.
« Are you alright ? » He frankly asked, checking for any sign of physical injury.
She faintly nodded.
« What happened ? » He inquired, turning to Scott for an answer.
« We were getting there » The Sheriff told him. « Where is your uniform, Parrish? »
« I’m sorry, Sir. I … I forgot. »
« You forgot ? » He raised an eyebrow.
« I just rushed to my car when I heard the call on the radio. »
The Sheriff seemed to ponder his answer before he turned to Scott.
« You three » He began, pointing at Lydia, Stiles and the alpha « You’re coming to the station with me. And Parrish ? »
« Yes, Sir ? »
« Get the girl to her house. She look like she’s seen a ghost »
« That’s an understatement » Stiles muttered, earning a small punch from Lydia. « Ouch! »
« Shut up! » She told him in the same tone.
Stiles rolled his eyes, already on his way to the jeep.
Before leaving, Scott and Lydia both turned back to their friend, wanting to make sure she was alright.
« Everything is gonna be okay » Scott assured her, patting her shoulder.
From anyone else, she surely wouldn’t have believe them, but she knew her alpha and trusted him with her life.
She thanked him with a nod before he left to join Stiles in the jeep.
« I’ll come tomorrow » Lydia told her.
« I’m sorry I scarred you » The young girl whispered.
« Honestly, I’m just glad you were not hurt »
She kissed Y/N’s cheek and turned to Parrish.
« You better take good care of her »
« You know I will, Lydia » He promised. « Thanks for calling me »
The girl nodded, ignoring the persistent look her friend was giving her.
« You called him ? » She asked, more aggressively than she intended to.
« You’ve been through a lot, Y/N » Lydia explained. « Just for a couple hours, allow yourself to stop overthinking everything and let him be there for you, okay ? »
She didn’t answer, only rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
« Good. » The red hair smiled. « I’ll see you guys tomorrow »
And with that she left.
The atmosphere was awkward, she didn’t dare to speak and instead followed Parrish to his car in silence.
They didn’t talk. For the five minutes the drive lasted, they kept starring straight ahead. She couldn’t stop thinking about the girl she saw. Was she really a ghost ? What was she trying to say and why did she scream ? There were so many questions rushing inside her head.
« Y/N … » Parrish gently called.
They had stopped for a couple minutes but she hadn’t notice, so engrossed in her own thoughts.
« Are you alright? » He asked.
« Yes… yes, I’m fine »
« You don’t look fine »
She pursed her lips and got out of the car without a word. As she walked to her house, she realized he wasn’t following. He was still behind the wheel, watching her.
« You’re not coming ? » She said.
« I’m not sure I should » He answered.
He cursed at himself when he saw the look of hurt crossing her face. Instantly, he opened his door and walked to her.
« It’s not that I don’t want to, Y/N. But you didn’t seem happy about Lydia calling me » He explained. « You’ve had a rough night, I’m not gonna stay if that’ll make you feel even worse »
She starred at him, trying to hide her smile before finally raising her arm toward him.
« C’mon » She just said, silently inviting him when she opened the door.
He didn’t waste any time and grabbed her hand, following her inside. He made no move when she walked to the kitchen, taking her jacket off and tossing it on a chair. He simply watched as she got two glasses and a bottle of scotch.
« Tea, coffee or alcohol ? » She asked.
« Coffee, please. » He answered. « … Should you really be drinking ? »
She rolled her eyes.
« Rough night, I deserve a drink »
He pursed his lips, not wanting to add anything that’ll make her angry. Finally, he went to sit on one of the kitchen stool. She kept herself busy, giving him her back. She looked stressed, almost scarred, and while she didn’t notice her composure fading, Jordan did. He worriedly kept his gaze on her, trying to read into her expressions.
« Y/N … » He called.
She didn’t answer, but instead kept working on making his coffee. He sighed, knowing it wouldn’t be easy. He got up, walking to the teenager. He could have put his hand on her shoulder, a small sign of his presence for her, a sign that didn’t represent at all what they meant to each other; but instead, his hand went to her waist as his chest got closer to her back. This was the closest they had been and both of them were savoring that proximity.
« Are you alright ? » He whispered in her ear.
She tried to ignore him, fixing the coffee machine instead until he put his other hand on top of hers in an effort to make her stop.
She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, enjoying the feeling of having him so close, of feeling safe for the first time that night.
« Talk to me » He said.
She unconsciously leaned back against his chest, seeking comfort.
« I’m scarred » She admitted.
He squeezed her hand, silently showing her he was here.
« What happened ? »
They stayed in the same position as she told him what had happened. She closed her eyes as she remembered the girl, alive to her but oh so very much dead. She could practically still hear her, feel her pain, her loneliness. She had tried to say something, to reach out to Y/N but all the girl could remember was her scream. She sounded terrified.
« I just don’t get it, Jordan » She said. « What is happening to me ? How did I saw all that ? »
« I don’t know » He answered.
« Do you think something’s wrong with me ? » She muttered as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
He took a step back and grabbed her wrist to make her turn toward him.
« Hey, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you, Y/N » He vehemently told her, looking right at her.
He sighed when he saw how unconvinced she looked. He closed his eyes for a moment, going against his best judgment, and put his hand against the skin of her face. Stroking her cheek, with all the kindness he could mustered, he kissed her forehead.
« We’re going to figure it out » He promised.
« You don’t know that »
« I know I trust you. I trust us. There’s nothing this team hasn’t been able to overcome » He reassured her.
« Thank you, Jordan »
« I’m just doing my job »
He knew he had said something wrong when he saw her pursed her lips. She took a step back, reaching for the small cup of beverage she had prepared and silently handed it to him.
« Your coffee, deputy » She stated.
« Y/N… » He tried to apologize.
« You don’t have to stay. » She told him while busying herself behind the kitchen counter. « Nobody’s after me, I’m safe here »
« I don’t think you should stay alone tonight »
« As soon as the guys get back from the station I’ll ask Lydia to come »
« It might take a while »
« I’ll manage on my own until then »
He didn’t try to arg, he knew it would be useless. Whatever he had said to make her upset, he couldn’t take it back now and she fully intended to make him regret his words.
« Do you really want me to leave ? » He asked, almost fearing the answer.
« No, I don’t » She truthfully stated. « But I’m not a job you need to get over with, I’m not some cases you’re trying to solve. Nor am I a responsibility you need to carry »
« I never implied any of that »
She didn’t answered, remembering his words. She was too tired to have that argument with him. They had been there too many times, she had tried to make him admit his feelings on countless occasions.
« You’re relieved of your duty, deputy. You can go now. »
She didn’t wait for an answer and left the room. Shaking her head as she climbed the stairs to her bedroom, she convinced herself she had experienced enough in one night to be bothered by that interaction. It would have been too much to process all at once. She would deal with Jordan and her feelings for him, but not that night.
It was when she climbed in her bed that she noticed the small light outside her window. She took a quick look and saw the deputy in his car, still parked in the alley. He hadn’t left. Sitting inside the engine, he was guarding her house, he was protecting her. She smiled when she saw he, too, was getting sleepy. She almost felt guilty to have kicked him out of her house.
She stayed a while against her bedroom’s window, just watching the man, before she felt her phone buzzing next to her. It was a text message, from the deputy.
‘You can sleep now, I’m not going anywhere’
It was all the assurance she needed. She let herself fall back on her bed, closing her eyes, savoring the moment of peacefulness. She knew the day that would follow would not be easy. Questions to answer, leads to follow, worry to have. That full night of sleep would probably be the last one she’d have for a while.
She woke up a couple hours after that by a noise downstair. Somebody was in her kitchen and she knew it wasn’t Jordan. He wouldn’t have come back without her knowing.
She got up, slowly, and grabbed the baseball bat Stiles had offered for her last birthday. Trying not to make any noise, she walked down the stairs, hands grasping tightly the weapon.
« Geez, what are you doing with that, Y/N ? » She heard not far from where she was.
Instinctively, she screamed in fear, dropping the bat, the sound of it reverberating inside the house as it touched the floor.
« What the hell, Stiles ! » She shouted at him when she noticed who it was.
The teenager smirked, amused by her reaction. He walked past her, picking the weapon up on his way.
« Told you it’d be useful » He simply said.
She rolled her eyes, annoyed, and turned around. Lydia was fixing breakfast in the kitchen while Scott sat on the couch, researching something on a laptop.
« What are you guys doing here ? » She asked as she sat on one of the stool.
« Making sure you’re okay » Lydia answered, putting a fresh cup of coffee in front of her friend.
« And accessorily trying to find out what happened yesterday » Stiles added.
Lydia pursed her lips, glaring at him in a non-so subtle way.
« What ? » He told her, a pancake halfway in his mouth.
The ginger-haired girl shook her head at his childish behavior. Scott, still on the couch, got up and joined his friends.
« How are you feeling ? » He questioned Y/N as he put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
« Better. Still not fully understanding the situation, but less on edge than yesterday »
« That’s good. » Scott nodded. « They kept us pretty late at the station, otherwise we would’ve come back earlier »
« It’s fine, guys »
« By the way, wasn’t Parrish suppose to stay with you ? » Lydia inquired.
« Yeah, what happened exactly ? » Stiles added, crossing his arms on the counter right next to her.
« What do you mean ? » Y/N pretended not to understand, sipping on her coffee.
« Don’t play dumb with us » He smiled. « The guy was asleep in his car when we got here »
She knew there was no way she was avoiding this when she saw three pairs of prying eyes on her.
« Okay … » She sighed. « I might have … kicked him out … last night »
« Ouh, rough » Stiles joked before his friend kicked him playfully in the ribs.
He laughed it off before grabbing a plate and filling it with pancakes.
« What did he do ? » Lydia asked.
« Said something he probably regret » She shook her head.
« He stayed in his car all night to keep an eye on you » Scott told her.
« I know… It’s … it’s complicated, guys. » She explained. « I don’t want to talk about it. What happened at the station ? Did you find anything ? »
« We know who that girl was » Scott answered.
« Her name’s Anya Scortley » Stiles continued. « She was a junior at Beacon Hills. Ring any bells ? »
« Not at all. »
« She didn’t live in the neighborhood where her body was found. Her parents have been notified last night. They came to the station »
« It was heartbreaking » Lydia commented.
« They didn’t even know she wasn’t in her bedroom. They have no idea what happened. But she has a little sister, and she didn’t seem that surprised by the news »
« Do you think she’s involved ? »
« Can’t be sure for now » Scott explained. « What we need to figure out first is what you saw »
« What do you mean ? »
« We don’t know what’s happening to you yet, but maybe figuring out what you see will help us understand what you are »
« What I am ? » She repeated.
« Honey » Lydia carefully stated. « Normal people don’t have vision of dead people. Maybe it’s something that happened to you, or maybe something you were born with. We don’t know yet, but we do know there is something. You are something »
« Something else than human »
« Something more » Scott corrected.
He reassuringly smiled at her.
« Whatever it is, we are going to find answers » He promised her.
« But the only way to figure out what happened to that girl right now, is through you » Stiles said.
« I … I don’t know if I can » Y/N carefully answered.
« Close your eyes, and try to remember » Lydia encouraged her.
The teenager took a deep breath, already knowing she wouldn’t like the next couple of minutes.
« How ? » She fearfully asked.
« Forget the pain you felt. Let your brain go back there without apprehension. Think about blank pages, about writing her story. Moment by moment, write what you see, what she felt. »
Y/N slowly closed her eyes, trying to follow the instructions her friend gave her.
« I heard a voice first » She started. « I thought it was the wind until I realized it sounded like someone was whimpering. I felt cold and scared and it felt like … like those feelings were not mine. The more I focused on it, the more my head was hurting. And that’s when I saw her »
« What was she doing ? »
« Nothing. She was just standing there, pointing at the empty house. She looked at me and disappeared. When I looked back, she was in front of the house. I tried to get closer, and that’s when she started to scream. It was like … it was more than pain. She was in agony .. and I … I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. Almost like someone was stabbing me »
« Did you notice something else ? Maybe in her appearance ? »
« Hm .. she had … she had marks on her wrists. Scars. There weren’t knew. I saw it when she raised her hand toward the house. Bruises too, around her neck and on her arms. She was awfully pale and I swear she muttered something to me, but I can’t make out the words. I think it was a name. She said it with so much fear »
She opened her eyes, shivering at the memory.
« That’s … that’s all I remember » She told her friends.
« This is more than enough, Y/N » Scott reassured her.
« Is that how she died ? Stabbed ? »
« Yeah, every detail you gave were right on point » Stiles answered. « On a scale of basic to creepy, we’re on a solid what the fuck »
« Geez, thanks for the reminder » She rolled her eyes.
« What do we do ? » Lydia asked, turning toward their alpha.
« For now, we go to school. If she was a student there, that’s a good place to start » He informed them. « After class, we’ll go back to the station. See if they know more »
« Why do I feel there is more » Stiles added.
« We have to go back to the house, tonight » Scott told them.
« I was hoping you wouldn’t say that » Y/N made a face.
« We might have missed something the police didn’t see » Stiles agreed with his best friend.
« Everything’s gonna be fine, don’t worry »
« That’s the problem, Scott. I have a feeling something’s gonna go terribly wrong »
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A growling sound made her head turn towards the end of the hallway, the arm of the Hydra creature tightened around her throat, as she was held back.
As her eyes grew accustomed to the dark, Jordan’s figure engulfed in flames, went a straight line in their direction. His growling sounds were accompanied with his sharp teeth protruding in a snarling motion.
“Let her go,” Jordan grunted. For some reason his dark amber eyes, that used to shock her to the core, managed to still her bones into calmness.
The Hydra laughed in delight. “Oh, I got myself a Hellhound. What an honor.” Her poisonous tongue snapped out with a hissing noise. “Do come closer, so I can find out what my poison does to a burning dog.”
The Hellhound snarled, “How about you find out what a dog can do to someone like you.”
You could feel the grin next to you. “Oh, but there isn’t someone like me.”
Before you could blink, you were thrown to the ground as the fight between the guardian from hell and the poisonous snake began. You braced yourself against the impact, briefly holding your arm, before you looked at the vicious combat going.
The Hellhound merely growled every time she came in contact with his burning skin. The Hydra hissed, deeply incensed at his apparent immunity, before she scratched his face, resulting in him turning his head away in pain.
You tensed with anxiety as her claw was a breath away from your neck, poised to attack.
“You know what, I changed my mind.” She shrugged. “How about I’ll just poison your pretty little girlfriend? I heard this death is very painful.”
You could feel Jordan’s chest vibrating with anger as he clenched his fist.
“Then I guess I’ll just do this,” you heard and frowned as you could detect the male voice of Peter behind you, right before his claws cut into the Hydra’s chest. Your eyes were fixated on his bloody hand which held her heart, surprised that this woman actually owned one.
“Peter?” You gasped in shock.
As soon as her dead body fell to the ground, you could feel the warm and strong arms engulf your shivering body in comfort. You blinked in surprise and reciprocated the gesture, wondering why you weren’t feeling the hot temperature of his Hellhound state, or that you weren’t a Lannister soldier burning by dragon fire.
“I’ll leave you two to it then,” Peter called out teasingly, like they were needing a moment for themselves, as his footsteps resounded in the distance.
You stepped back, tenderly cupping Jordan’s wounded cheek. Butterflies were fluttering in your stomach when he softened against you, his cheek snuggling against you hand. Seeking comfort from you like an animal would.
Slowly his body began to stop burning as the green eyes of Jordan were staring at you in worry. “Are you alright?”
You smiled softly, surprise shown on your features. You nodded. “You came.”
Oh my gosh I need another hellhound story😩 it was so good❤️
Ranek was fun to write. I might do another one in the future, but i’ve not got any plans at the moment for more hellhounds. I’m really glad you liked it though!
