Hiatus

imagine your f/o(s) holding you close as you weep, your head buried into their shoulder ... they nuzzle the top of your head and you take comfort in their contact. it's alright, they've got you, you're safe, everything will be alright.

No, I'm serious about this one. Actively imagine them there with you when you're working on a task. Imagine chatting with them the whole time. Imagine them reminding you about little parts that you might have forgotten.

Imagine them apologizing for not being able to help more. Imagine villainous F/Os cursing your laundry. Imagine F/Os from other times puzzled by the refrigerator until you explain it.

I woke up in the middle of the night with a single (NSFW) thought: demon x reader with a neglectful husband who doesn't believe you when you tell him the house is haunted.

You're stressed. You must be imagining things. What, the scratches on the wall? It's most likely the furniture you moved yesterday. Your missing panties? Come, now, you know how forgetful you are. They're probably in some random drawer, innocently misplaced. The red marks on your bottom? Surely you've sat oddly or for too long.

Consequently, you're not too surprised when you begin to shake your spouse relentlessly, warning him that something has just grabbed your foot, and he lets out a tired, muffled scolding to go back to sleep. How many times have I told you, he groans before passing out and into a deep slumber once more.

Your terror is swiftly replaced by confusion as the grinning beast now looming above you proceeds to unbutton your shirt. I'm going to need you to be quiet, he drawls, wiping the string of drool shamelessly evading his grotesque mouth. It's a lie, really. He can't wait to hear the moans once you finally give in to his skillful touch. It's just amusing to wonder how long it takes you until- ah, you're already clinging to his back. This will be a busy night.

"And? Was there some frightful monster ready to eat you," your husband mocks in the morning upon seeing your tired face.

"Not at all," you respond, still hot and heavy. "We shall see whether it comes tonight."

From the nearest corner, the horned creature chuckles in excitement.