Hello, uh, I am the official demon inspector, I'm here to see if you have any demons that require, um, inspecting...
<fake mustache falls off>
Anyway, I'll happily read anything you'd like to write about Ollmoch. Maybe even a little steamy, if that suits you? :3
October Monster Requests 3/?
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The Doorway
Ollmoch (Male Demon) x Gender Neutral Reader
Warnings: Mild Suggestiveness, Fighting
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Hands were always present when you were with Ollmoch. The demon was a portal keeper. A creature of gateways, and a guardian to those who drew the sword he was bound to. That had been you, nearly a year ago, and the demon was still present, holding to the pact that had been made between him and a family that was not yours. You held the sword at your side daily, the flat of the case patting against your thigh as you walked from one store to the next, ignoring the stares of the people around you. The oppressive weight of the sword was heavy enough, you didn’t need their gazes as they watched you move from isle to isle, taking the items you needed for dinner. It was dinner for you, but you had no doubts the demon bound to the blade at your side would demand his own portion, which he could not eat, nor digest.
“Uhm, excuse me?” An employee had been sent to confront you, and she stood at the end of the isle, peering at the broadsword at your side, “We don’t allow weapons in the store.”
“Weapons?” You held the scabbard out, “Its just a cosplay prop! I’m sorry I totally forgot! I’ve been at a get together and…”
She held out her hands, flustered, “Oh no, I’m so sorry! I didn’t realise.”
“No, it’s my fault. Here, I just want to pay for my groceries, then I’ll leave!” You promised as you dodged past her, ignoring the hands that were creeping from the blade to pull the biscuits from the shelves.
“Thank you!” You chirped before you heaved your bags with one hand, huffing at the energy that burned through your muscles, thanks to your helper. Ollmoch purred from within his own realm as you heaved the bags upwards with minimal effort and exited the store. You walked at a brisque pace away from the crowds before you reprimanded him.
“You can’t do that every time! I’m not incapable of looking after myself.” You hissed at the demon.
A phantom hand ghosted over each side of your neck, holding the skin in the two massive palms before the demon laughed, “No but you are my vessel. I can do what I like.” He stated before two other hands ghosted over your back and teased at your backside.
With a snort you clicked the hilt of the sword down correctly and smirked as he hissed and his hand disappeared, his connection with the human world severed with the fastening of the sword’s leather strap.
“Keep your hands to yourself, big guy.” You told the demon as you heaved your bags again, with a bit more effort this time, and headed along the canal back towards your home.
“Stop!” Ollmoch shouted at the entrance to the apartment complex, the blade growing warm by your side, pressing closer to your thigh, “JUMP!” he demanded and you did as you were told, dropping your shopping bags in favour of dodging the door as it slammed backwards into the hallway.
“What the fuck!” You cringed, winded, spit flying from your mouth as a creature slammed one massive arm into your stomach, sending you flying backwards towards the stair well. You banged into the metal hand railings with a cry before you managed to get a hold on your sword. The creature padded closer, a creature like a fish with a dog’s body, its whisker covered face opening to reveal a mouth full of sharp teeth, bog water and rotten flesh.
“Please, master. Let me play a little. You might die you know? This is a powerful familiar.” Ollmoch begged from the other realm as you heaved yourself to your feet with the sword, “I would love nothing more than to tear it open before you and then peel it’s master’s skin free to adorn your bedroom.”
With your moment’s hesitation, you were sent flying again, with a great slosh of vomit water from the monster. It stunk, and it burned at your new suit for work. You cried again and span quick enough this time to pull the strap off the blade and slide the sword free. The metal sang as it arced through the air in front of you. You held it steady as you looked at the beast in the eyes, breathing as deeply as you could before you spoke his name.
“Ollmoch, keeper of the realm gates!”
You held the blade steady as a great mass of purple energy ripped from the handle and burned over the surface, the runes over the sword glowing with ominous energy before a portal opened beneath your feet. You didn’t fall as the great demon laughed manically, his head and three pairs of horns bursting through the portal, ripping your bottoms as he wheeled himself upright, grabbing you with one set of hands, stroking at your soft skin, before his eyes rolled and fixed themselves on the creature in front of you both.
The chitinous plates of Ollmoch’s body were cold with the energy from the rift and you shivered against his chest as one hand cupped you to his hard pectoral. The spines on his back grew as he gritted his teeth and bared them for the creature.
“Now, now, what do we have here?” Ollmoch purred as he loomed over the familiar, “A beast attacking my master? We can’t have that.” He whispered before one claw shot forwards and the familiar was snatched between two small portals. They snapped around either end of the beast, holding it tight as Ollmoch walked closer, his steps thunderous as he approached its maw and tore open its mouth to look inside. You dared to snatch at the nails inside, tearing them away with the paper talismans from its mouth. It howled at you before Ollmoch took the papers in his other set of hands and clicked with his free hand. You leaned back as the portals snapped around the beast, tearing through its flesh, carving it open before they closed completely and consumed each half of the monster.
You let out a sigh of relief as Ollmoch’s golden eyes looked at the talismans, squinting at the runes before his second set of eyes rolled and caught sight of your staring.
“Are you impressed, master?” Ollmoch purred as he held you closer, rubbing his hard, pointed chin against your hair, humming happily before he rolled the talismans into a ball and placed them into his mouth, chewing the paper like sweet wrappers before he cringed and stuck out his tongue, where the flesh was burning and spat them away.
“Trappings.” He huffed with scorn, holding you close as he opened your apartment door and plonked you inside.
“Thank you.” You said as you clutched his sword close, “What are we going to do? Wait!” You rushed back to the door as Ollmoch drew open a portal next to your home, “You can’t just leave me here and…”
The demon ducked suddenly, grinning with a drooling mouth before he laughed, “Why, master? Will you miss me? Will you reward me if I bring you that pathetic sorcerer’s head?!”
“For goodness’ sake…” You lamented as the demon’s hands ghosted over your body again.
“Oh, how I long to worship you, my master, like a ruler on a throne of gold!” Ollmoch babbled as he petted at your warm skin.
“I’ll give you something.” You told him as you climbed his side and placed your feet firmly in the ridges of his chitin armour, “But only if we get this over before Orc Battles comes on the television!” You told him.
“I forgot about that!” Ollmoch lamented before he hugged you close and grinned manically, his horns poised forwards at the portal as you held the blade at your side, “Don’t worry, master! We will be back for that, and then you’ll sit on your new throne.” He purred as his fingers dipped up your shirt and stroked the sword’s brand at the base of your spine.
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