#demon!ace

Warnings: suggestive, mentions of nudity, demon!Ace

Word Count: 1230

He was a demon, he was your demon. You didn’t know the full reason why he followed you around, only that he did and he had for a while. Something about a contract with a family member, which one and how far back, he never said, just ‘a family member made a contract in the past’. It wasn’t as bad as you had expected, he was actually fairly pleasant. He was polite, he was nice, he was respectful; okay, he could be a bit of a tease, and sure, he wore very little clothing, and he helped himself to your fridge despite not needing food, but honestly, you didn’t mind so much anymore, you’d stopped minding a while ago. You told yourself it was because of your relationship, but you knew you had stopped minding well before you’d confessed. He’d been so nervous and scared at first, someone liked him. It didn’t matter if you were mortal, if you’d been a demon, or what, somebody liked him. Apparently he wasn’t very well liked no matter where he went, why, he hadn’t told you yet, but you honestly didn’t care, you loved him. It was a few months after you’d told him your feelings that he told you he reciprocated your feelings and had for some time. Nobody knew much about him yet, only that you were ‘in a relationship’. Sighing, you unlocked the door, kicking your shoes off and slumping forward a little. It had been far too long a day at work today, mindlessly heading to your room to change into something more comfortable, barely registering Ace sitting on the couch, his back to you as he lounged around. He was a demon, he should be able to conjure you money or bring you valuables you could sell to pawn shops, but no, apparently he couldn’t do that without a contract and he couldn’t make a contract with you because someone in your family tree had made a contract. Heading back out to the living room, you flopped tiredly onto the couch, leaning your head against his shoulder, eyes closed as you felt his warm skin against yours. He was still damp from a shower, the man chuckling as he kissed your forehead.

“Bad day, huh?” he asked, smirking even though you couldn’t say it.

“Whaaat? What could possibly make you think that?” you asked sarcastically, letting yourself relax.

“Well, you came home looking tired, you look worn out, and you haven’t noticed the obvious.” he said with a grin. Your brow furrowed as you sat up, opening your eyes, only to snap them closed again, covering them with your hands.

“Why are you only wearing a towel!?” you demanded, blushing behind your hands as Ace laughed.

“Cause I just got out of the shower and I wanted to kick back for a while. Figured you wouldn’t mind.” he said, making you blush more. You knew exactly what he meant by that. You wouldn’t mind because you’d seen him in less. 

“W-Well go put some clothes on! I know you have them!” you damn near shouted, still covering your eyes. Ace chuckled again, shaking his head as he grabbed your wrists, gently pulling them away from your face, though you still wouldn’t open your eyes.

“But where’s the fun in that? You’re cute when you blush.” he said softly before his lips met yours, letting go of one of your wrists so he could wrap his arm around your waist. Pulling away finally, you ‘looked’ away, eyes still closed and cheeks still bright red. 

“Just…. Please go put some clothes on! You’re…. You’re… naked!” you semi-shouted, trying to struggle out of his grip without opening your eyes.

“Technically, I’m wearing a towel, so I’m not naked, and I’m not letting you go anywhere.” he said in his usual teasing manner as he pulled you onto his towel covered lap.

“Aaaace, come on! Just… put something on! Shorts, sweatpants, hell, boxers will do!” you whined, making him laugh.

“But then you’ll stop blushing and being adorable. Besides, this is more comfortable, I don’t have to dry myself off, I can just chill and lounge around.” Ace said, both arms wrapping around your waist, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as your hands went back to covering your face. 

“It’s not that hard to dry yourself off! Especially not for you! You could literally dry off in seconds!” your argument muffled by your hands. Ace sighed against your skin before starting to place light kisses against your neck and shoulder.

“I don’t want to though, like I said, this is more comfortable, and more fun.” he said softly, continuing to place kiss after kiss to your shoulder, eventually grabbing one of your arms, stretching it out as he slowly, gently kissed his way down your arm. Admittedly, you were melting in his hold, no longer struggling as he placed one last kiss to your knuckles before wrapping both arms back around you once more, snuggling into you.

“Just… maybe a few more minutes?” Ace pleaded lightly, “I’ll make it worth your while.” you paused, wondering by what he meant by ‘worth your while’. 

“A-alright, fine. But no funny business.” you mumbled, snuggling back against him, resting your head on his shoulder, eyes still closed tight.

“No funny business.” he promised, smirking. He knew what you meant when you said that, but he was a demon, he knew how to twist words around. Still, he probably wouldn’t do anything, if he twisted your words, you’d never let him do something like this again. At the same time, he knew that he was going to want you, he always wanted you, needed you. Needed you like you needed to breathe. 

“Maybe… a little bit of funny business?” he muttered against your neck after a few minutes, his tone hopeful and needy. You sighed, knowing that this was probably going to happen, you knew Ace, knew that this was a near constant. He always wanted you, wanted your love, wanted your touch. 

“Alright, fine, but only a little bit. I still need to make dinner.” you said, knowing that Ace could leave you absolutely drained and weak. 

“I’ll make a deal with you.” he murmured, his hands roaming over your stomach, “let me have this, have you, and I’ll get us dinner, whatever you want.” he offered.

“With what money? And you’ve proven you don’t know how to cook.” you answered, raising an eyebrow though your eyes were still closed.

“Demons have their ways, but I can’t go giving away all my secrets. Please?” he asked once more. You hesitated, on one hand, he’d be getting dinner, on the other, you were already exhausted, you’d probably pass out before you got a chance to eat.

“You know I’m tired, right?” you asked, feeling him nod against your neck.

“I know, but I’ll take care of you, promise. All week, massages after work, your favorites for dinner every day, and no lounging around in a towel…. For the whole week.” he promised. After another minute or two you sighed and nodded.

Also, consider, supernatural/demon AU Ace

i have no regrets sorry not sorry

There’s just something so hot about Demon!Ace, even if he’s actually a cinnamon roll.

NSFW, Reader is afab, mentions of mates, demon fucking.

When you’d first learned that your guardian, the guardian that your parents always told you was a ‘Guardian Angel’, was actually a demon, you’d been a mix of confused, terrified, and depressed. Surely it was a mistake, a Guardian Demon? Who ever heard of such nonsense? Besides, demons were supposed to be evil, wicked creatures of darkness that dragged humans to the depths of hell and corrupted their souls! That idea was quickly thrown out the window once you got to know Ace. The man may look like a blood thirsty, vicious demon, but he certainly didn’t act like one. Large, fire red wings, capable of propelling him hundreds of feet in the air were, more often than not, wrapped around you as he cuddled with you. Thick, curling horns with sharp tips, likely capable of goring a human in a single blow, so sensitive to the touch that he purred when you stroked them. Sharp claws and fangs made for killing, painted a bright pink one night when you were both drunk. No, once you knew Ace, you knew that he was a sweetheart. That being said, he wasn’t exactly a saint either.