#saint yan

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Saint Yan: As much as I respect your choices, there is no way on God's green earth I will ever smoke that stuff with you, my love

Stoner Darling: That's chill. It's not for everyone... plus certain strains make me, like, stupid horny. My brain goes straight into my pants and I'd go down on the first person willing to tango if ya know what I mean.

Saint Yan: !!

Saint Yan: W-well, I have been rather stressed recently-

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What would happen if somehow, someway loser reader gets a human, maybe a yan religious person whos aware of the sex demons and how to keep them away from our dearest reader?

"bunny ears, jumped into the hole, popped out the other side beautiful and bold."

A rhyme used to teach them how to tie their laces as a child, but worked just as well for lunch boxes. They cooked meals for all manners of occasion and person. Teachers, shelters, holidays - but none quite mattered as much as the plentiful feasts they created for their dear neighbor and longtime crush - you. From what they'd witnessed, you couldn't do a thing on your own. They washed your clothes, scheduled doctors appointments, and so much more than they could count on one hand. It was like you were already married. As of late, you haven't asked for their help and even changed the locks on your doors to prevent them from getting into your apartment. While the pain was excruciating, they knew you weren't at fault.

It was them. Those demons.

From a young age they could sense the supernatural. A gift bestowed on the first born of a new generation. The door of your apartment oozed with their scent, and so did you. It's human instinct to give into temptation, and their biggest regret is that they hadn't confess to you sooner. If they express their love the day it bloomed you could've been married by now and they would have claimed the role those devils had taken. How cozy and warm your bed must be. A taste of the heaven you're both bound for once they save your soul from their wicked clutches. It was only a matter of time before they could free you, but first - they simply had to study their rivals.

Knocking on your front door, your neighbor raps their knuckles against the frame twice, breaking with a short pause before the final beat. The thick wood muffles a barrage of obscenities as someone crashes out of bed and to the door. You answer with disheveled hair clinging to your sweaty face and bruises along your neck - figure covered up with a stained bedsheet. Your neighbor averts their eyes, shame brewing as their drawn back to your exposed chest and legs. You yawn, stretching until there's a soft pop from your spine.

"Yeah?..."

Your neighbor smiles. "Y/n! Good morning! I assume all is well? I made a bit too much for breakfast this morning and, oh - well, I'd hate for it to go to waste so I brought you the rest."

"Oh... Thanks, Elio. I was kinda hungry." You reach out for the meal - shuttering as warm lips meet your neck.

"Aw, but I was just about to make you your favorite meal. You cheating on us with a new cook now, baby?"

This creature. Even in human disguise, its stench was over powering. Eilo was sure the tears in the corners of their eyes was from it, and not the way that demon clung to you so. They're stronger than that.

You swat them away. "I told you not to do that while I'm talking to people."

The demon chuckles, tugging at the band of the shorts you threw on. "Sorry, baby. I forgot. Guess you'll have to teach me some manners, hm?"

Elio clears their throat. "Either way, I'd appreciate it if you take this. Give it to a.... friend - or save it for tomorrow?"

The demon's smirk falls. "Yeah, yeah. Hand it over."

It extends its hand to take the box, reeling back with a ghastly screech as their flesh sizzles from the brief contact. Their eyes darken; teeth barred. Eilo smiles innocently.

"Is there a problem?"

"You fucking bitch."

The demon lunges for Elio, but you hold them back and shove them inside - pinning them with your weight as best as you could. "Calm down! You'll get us caught!"

The demon thrashes beneath you, nearly successful in bucking you off if they hasn't been reduced to mortal form.

"I said - calm down!" You crash your lips against their fangs, biting down on their serpent-like tongue to snap them from their frenzy. Their limbs goes taught, lips finding yours in an open kiss. Two shadows appear beside you, one lifting you off the floor and the other holding their middle finger out as they slam the door. It breaks Elio's heart to do so, but they take their leave. You pick up the lunch box after they depart. The cloth around it is drenched in water.

Three. There were three of them. This will be easier than they originally thought.

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what if i just shove my underwear into saint yan's face? i'm already simping over them asdhfubhvfut or if we just show them nudes at random

Saint Yan will ramble on about getting them tainted (meaning getting their drool all over them) and snatch it from your hands to wash them for you.....after nearly asphyxiating themselves on their scent in their bedroom

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Elio around reader be like:

Dead ass - they'd put on the skimpiest lingerie they could get their hands on and act all modest pretending they aren't wearing something as tearable as tissue paper underneath so when they bend over and it peaks out the bottom of their shirt they make the wild excuse they had nothing else to wear and it was a mistake on the websites part.... do you like it tho?

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That reminds me. Does saint like thighs, ass, boobs, or tummy?

Boobs because they want to be close to heart first and foremost....ass because they wouldn't mind their face being your personal cushion. Let's just go with tummy

[j-r-macready]

Sabre CL-13B Mk6 F-AYSB S6-1675 "Saint Yan" juin 2021 by paul SCHALLER

[j-r-macready]

SKYRAIDER AD4 N F-AZHK Sabre CL-13B Mk6 F-AYSB "Saint Yan" juin 2021 by paul SCHALLER