Warnings: Typical yandere stuff, mentions of violence, manipulation, coercion, roughhousing, murder, mention of blood, religion. (no smut for once!)
A/N: Heavily inspired by Azazel in Dogma, which is a BANGER film I recommend you all watch.
"Honey, I'm home!" A loud, chipper voice calls out, sound of a slamming door to follow. You grimace as your TV flickers and glitches, before changing to some sappy sitcom with a laugh track that begins to echo through the room as if in response to the Demons sudden entrance. "Cmon, not even a smile? They get it-" He gestures to the laugh track which continues to play, as he removes his suit jacket and tosses it to the coat rack. He always dressed strangely, like a well-off gentleman of the 50s. Slicked back brunette hair, a creme suit, and a tie with some zany pattern or another on it. He hangs up his signature Panama fedora, running a hand through his hair as the little red stubs on his head, the only real physical marker of his demonic form he can't fully make go away for his disguise, now presented atop his head, a sickening reminder of your predicament.
"You could at least pretend to be a little excited. I mean, I'm the breadwinner here. A hard-working man. Not even a 'Welcome back, dear'?" He holds his hands out in front of him, head tilted slightly as if waiting for you to give in, before his faux-chipper gaze falls immediately, an unamused expression replacing it as he rolls his eyes. "You are one cold bitch, anyone ever tell you that?"
"Where are your boys?" You ask, tilting your head a bit to see out the door. His classic car, or rather your ex-husbands, sits in the driveway.
"First of all," He's fiddling with the coffee pot, still working on getting the hang of the beverage maker. "They aren't boys. Minions, imps, but not boys. They've been around since the big bang, they're hardly the kids they look like. We've been through this. Second," He manages to make it start, and the slow dribble of coffee spurts from the bottom. He puts a cup underneath it and turns to face you while it fills. "They're supposed to be with you." His gaze narrows.
"What, no-" You sit up, spine going straight. Months ago, when he'd arrived on your doorstep, asking to speak to your husband, you'd let your husband go out and speak to him. You couldn't of been aware of what you'd witness, his hand going straight through your husbands chest as if he weren't even solid, plucking his heart out with no blood, no mess. It was horrifying. Rod had never been good to you, but to see the bastard die so brutally... Izechiel had made quick work after that.
He'd explained he was here on a mission, some demonic scheme for his oh-so great big boss downstairs, and he needed a home base. Your house just happened to be the nicest on the block, and a quick look at your husbands soul showed a real rotten man. 'Quick vacation bonus' He'd called it, claiming bagging a headquarters and a sinner was a perfect two birds, one stone. And boy, the third bird was you.
You had just sobbed and begged for the life of your cheating, stealing, sleaze of a man. He liked it, he's from hell, its hard enough to trust people. You can't just buy that kinda loyalty. And as much as he hated to admit it, he hadn't been topside in a long time. 'Things change quick up here,' he told you. So, surely a human woman might be good to keep around to help with the little things he doesn't know about. And shit, his little minion fuckers are good at killing, not cleaning.
So, he and the three awful tween-like demons he called his moved in. The boys were... odd, but less threatening than there master. They were like stray dogs, curious and unsure of how to live in a human house, but still obeying a pack leader. They look like humans by all accounts, except for there pale, deadish dark eyes. Ones a brunette, another with fiery red hair, and one with dark curls. None of them particularly look like each other or Izechiel, but then you suppose they aren't related. Still, when he tells them to help; they help, and sometimes, if he's gone, they'll help unprompted. You can't help but look at them as boys, even though he swears they aren't. Every time he snarks at them or yells, you flinch.
"Oh, heh- I know where they are." He strolls casually past you, kicking your coffee table and spilling your drink for no reason other than he feels like it. Opening the door, he yells out. "Hey, numbskulls, inside."
Three boys, dressed in typical street teen clothes, holding wet rollerblading gear come in, dripping in the carpet. It'd rained the night before, and you gasp.
"Oh my god, were they out there all night? Why didn't you bring them in?" You exclaim, rushing forward, hesitant to touch them but instinctually reaching out.
"Hey, cool it with the 'g-word'." He clicks his tongue, and looks at them. "Yeah, explain yourselves." The redhead, who you have always thought was the leader, just blinks. They communicate this way a lot. "Oh, yeah, I did do that." Izechiel turns back to you, hands in pockets. "Yeah, I was indulging last night in some of the lecherous goodness that is your 'reality tv', and there breathing was bothering me. They don't even need to breath, I think they picked it up from you." He scoffs. "Anyways, I told them to go rollerblade outside, beat up a homeless guy with their hockey sticks, I dunno. Guess I forgot to let them back in."
"They were out all night? In the rain? You're lucky the neighbors didn't call the cops!" You turn, face pale. You grimace when you see they are soaking the carpets. "Put your clothes in the wash, uh, and shower. Dinner will be ready soon."
"You can't just order my minions around." He raises his brow as if amused by the audacity. When the three look at them, he just bulges his eyes and shakes his head mockingly. "Well? Go!" He snaps, and they scurry off.
"You should be nicer to them."
"Aw, nah. It's good for em, there's worst masters in hell they could be serving, I let them indulge for the most part in human luxuries." He watches slyly as you turn to put a frozen lasagna into the oven. "Speaking of human luxuries, when are you gonna let me get at yours, huh?"
You freeze. He's never gone very far with you; always getting huffy and backing off when you get truly scared. Doesn't stop him from making innuendo. Most nights he stays up watching TV or wandering into the darkness of the street, but some nights he just lays above your sheets beside you. Watching. "No. I've already told you no." You mumble, swallowing.
"Come oooon, we're practically married in everything but name, by human standards. I'm single, your technically married, because not death certificate, but-" he shakes his hand. "Semantics. And don't tell me you aren't aching for it, you're cooped up here all day, no on else around."
"And whose fault is that?" You snap, causing him to startle. You immediately shrink back, he's scary when he's truly upset. Luckily, he seems amused.
"Ooh, spicy tonight. I don't hate it." He slyly wraps an arm around your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder. He simultaneously feels frigid to the touch and fiery hot. "Just lemme hold you then. Something about that gross, fleshy blood pump on your chest, weirdly calming."
You begrudgingly allow him too, you've already gotten far denying him.
"You're lucky I'm not from the lust ring of hell." He adds, there's a threat there that makes you shiver. "Thinking I'll stay in tonight, watch you catch some sleep. Speaking of, what's with the pillow fort?" He motions over to the couch, where you've set up the pullout bed.
"For the boys." You explain. "I've set it up for them, they seem to like resting on it sometimes."
His hands grip onto your waist a little tighter. "You're making them soft, there demons, you know. They've killed people, plenty. I sent them personally to take your mister down to the gates, why do you insist on coddling them?"
"I don't know." You shut the oven door. "Maybe I just want something normal!? Something... to feel normal, kids in a house being looked after, and not three demons keeping an eye on me."
"Nothing is 'normal' up here, you humans act like there's some universal standard of what something should be. It's presumptuous at best." He tilts his head. "But, whatever. As long as they don't start getting soft or turning on me, have your fun. I'm not dumb enough to think you aren't a help around here. So coddle em, mother them. Just don't let it interfere with my work, dig?"
Dinner is uneventful, with the boys staying silent and struggling, as usual, to use humans utensils, while Izechiel rambles on about all the misfortune he caused today. He hasn't revealed what his mission topside is, but you don't really want to know. Tonight, he insists on laying beside you, reading some trashy fashion magazine while you try to rest.
"Human stupidity never ceases to amuse me. You have medical advancements, machines that can see the stars, and yet you all strive to make enough useless paper to buy expensive flower water." He chuckles, pointing to a luxury perfume ad. "I mean really, you people are just never satisfied, you just have to find the dumbest nothing and make it everything!" He sets the magazine aside. "Like that husband of yours, a good home and a smoking wife, yet he cheats with every girl he can get under the skirt off. Crazy world."
You flinch at the mention of your ex. He wasn't good to you, but his brutal death weighs on you. Izechiel sighs. "Listen, I know this isn't ideal for you, but the way I see it, I've done you a favor. And don't start-" he puts a finger up. "I know you don't think of it as one. I don't expect you to. But I'm giving you a free ride in exchange for a clean home and obedience. And really, isn't that all he was giving you?"
"You didn't... know him." You murmur.
He just grins, that same cold grin when he knows he's got you. "Oh baby, but I did. Maybe better than you." He flicks off the light. "Get some rest, I got an early morning and I wanna get a full eight hours of watching you sleeping in before I gotta go."
Creeped out but tired, you decide to rest, letting your heavy eyelids fall.
It isn't till morning you feel a different set of eyes on you. Jolting awake, you see the red haired boy looking over you, face blank, though he dors flinch a bit as you awaken. "Oh my god-" You grab you sheets. He flinches at the 'g-word'. "What are you doing?" He says nothing, but glances at the door. Somehow, you understand. You're too bleary to even question how you understand, maybe being around Izechiel's silent communication has rubbed off on you.
"He told you to watch me?" The boy nods. "I don't think he meant this specifically." You groan, turning on the light. "But I'm up now, what do you want? Food?"
He nods again, then towards the door. You get the sense the other two are waiting outside. "You really do do everything together. Fine. I'm up, I'm up." You leave the room, and are unsupervised you're now flanked by three silent boys. You walk downstairs, pouring some cereal in a bowl for each boy. They still struggle to use a spoon, bits and bobs falling from the spoon while they eat like barnyard animals. You wince at the loud eating sounds, but shake it off.
The third one, the dark haired boy with the tan skin, finishes first, and looks outside. There's a park on the edge of the neighborhood, with some ducks and families around a pond. "Whatcha looking at?" You ask, and his sad, brown eyes meet yours. You shiver, the emptiness within them is jarring.
"The uh- the ducks? Yeah, there's a bunch in that pond. I go feed them sometimes." You explain, motioning to some bread on the counter. "Bread, seeds, bird stuff." Now, all three boys are looking from where they are sat, heads tilted slightly to the side in unison. "Like puppies.' You think. Glancing at the clock, you see Izechiel won't be back for a while, and you haven't left the house since he forcefully moved in. "I don't suppose the three of you would like to come?"
They perk up, and you turn, smiling at how these quiet boys fail to hide the feeling Izechiel claims they don't have. Reaching for the bread, you suddenly freeze when you hear a noise.
"Not really supposed to. He said to stay here." You're so shocked, honestly you didn't know if they even could speak. The red head doesn't speak any further.
"Uh- well..." You pause. "He said to keep an eye on me, yeah? But he didn't say where. And its no more than a minute or so from the house. It'll be fun." They don't seem convinced, but at this point you're so desperate to feel the sun and air on your skin, you'll do what it takes to go out. Approaching them, you awkwardly tuck the long hair behind the ear of the red-head, whose brows furrowed in confusion. "Come on. You're... maybe not kids, but you're kids, you know? Isn't temptation what demons are about or something? And when's the next time you'll get to meet a new animal?" He glances at the other two, who seem suprised but equally eager, and then nods.
"Kay." He stands quickly, the lanky brunette follows. The dark haired one just stares, and you look around. "Uh, do you need something." You get the feeling he won't leave till he gets whatever it is he wants, and you think. "Oh..." Gently, you tuck his hair too, and he again, much like a dog, chases the touch of your hand, before scurrying off. You smile.
At the park, you relish in the feeling of being out of that house. It always felt like a bit of a gilded cage, but God, its just gotten so much worse being trapped with him. The boys are rotating between rollerblading and feeding the ducks with a bag of seed you brought them. They're being a bit rowdy with each other, and the lanky brunette seems a little afraid of the birds, holding out one trembling hand for the ducks to feed from.
A firm grip suddenly landing on your shoulder interrupts your peace, making you jump and gasp. A familiar cackle follows, and Izchiel seems more than thrilled at your reaction.
"Jeez, youd've thought I shot you, are there really that many rapists and muggers in this park? You trying to get my minions killed?" He snickers, crossing his arms behind you on the back of the bench to lean down face to face.
"What are you doing here?" You snap, trying to get the spooked flush off your face.
"Eh, half of being a demon is punishing the dammned, taking souls. The other half is slacking off. You think I'm a fucking apostle? Some limp-dick archangel, nah. Figured I'd come home early." His brows furrowed, and he sucks his teeth in obvious annoyance. "So, imagine my shock, when I come home to an empty house. Thought I made it pretty clear you were supposed to stay where I can keep an eye on you."
"I'm a minute from the house, and besides, they're watching me." I point to the boys.
"Please, they're idiots. I put them on babysitting duty as a last resort. And what kind of guarding are they doing now, bumping into each other and hand feeding birds- HEY!" He snaps thrice, and the boys all go stiff, immediately rolling along the sidewalk to a stop in front of the pair of you. At least, one does.
"Where's the the other two?" Izchiel sneers, suprised they have the gall to not show up. The brunette just points to where a flock of ducks are fleeing with panicked quacks and sqwaks. In the middle of the chaos, a flurry of arms and legs are flailed about, both boys engaged in a brawl.
"Oh my-" Before you can finish, Izechiel pushes your shoulder.
"Don't say it. See what happens when you let a bunch of animals from hell act like kids. HEY!" His voice echoes, shaking the nearby trees and making your heart momentarily start. His amplified, demonic voice is one of his non-human features you hate most. "Get over here, that's enough. You don't want to know whats gonna happen if I have to come over there and separate you."
Both boys begin to untangle themselves, cut and bruised as only demons can do real physical harm to each other. They look angry, but keep there heads down. Izchiel smacks both of them on the backs of there heads, before stwpping between them and grabbing there shoulders. "Mind telling me what the hell that was?" He snaps.
Another moment of silence, then he cackles. "Oh, really? You gotta be kidding me-" He snatches a limp bag of bird seed from the redhead, and in his palm ignites it, turning it quickly to ash. "There, now no one gets to feed the pretty birdies. You're grown demons, act like it. And since when do you take orders from a HUMAN!" He points at you, and the boys keep looking down. "Back inside, I'll deal with you three later." They roll away, casting glances at you once at of sight before entering the house.
"See? Not boys, demons. They can hardly use common sense to learn how to eat with a spoon, you think they're ready for a family day at the park?" He sneers. You looking away only angers him more. ""What? That strike a nerve? No husband, no kiddos? This isn't some picket fence family, however comfortable I've let you get is a luxury, yeah? You could be in the back garden with your hubby, but I've been oh-so-generous, and let you stay up here in your cushy little house. But I'm getting sick of this playing pretend, they aren't your little brood of kids, yeah? They are demons. They kill, they maim, they torture. Stop lavishing them when attention, it'll only torment them more when I drag them back downstairs after all this is over." He leans back up and out of your face, now staring out over the pond with his hands in his pockets.
"And I just don't get you humans. You wanna play house but being a good housewife and fulfilling some duties ruins it for you?" He shakes his head.
This gives you pause. It makes sense now. "You're jealous." You murmur. His eyes widen a bit. "You're jealous I'm taking care of them and not you. You're jealous of what you call 'lesser demons!'" He scoffs.
"Please, jealous? Sure, it'd be nice to wet my wick, but I'm enjoying plenty of other human luxuries up here. I don't need some human girl to fuss over me. Thats the problem with you humans, you think everything is about you. Such a self centered species."
"I'm self centered? You're jealous, everytime I've tried to care for them, you've magically shown up. That time I showed them how a bathtub worked, you broke the hot water boiler. When I asked what they wanted for dinner, you insisted we watch couples get into fights by eating dinner at that shitty dive bar. And now when I take them out, you magically take off work!"
"Leave the jokes to me, okay, you aren't as smart as you think you are. Are you done making a red string board?" He asks, brows raised mockingly. "Good. Now come on, I'm hungry." He takes off quickly, and for a moment, you feel as though you've won. You've gotten under his 'skin'.
In the evening, the boys avoid you once home, Izchiel instructs you to leave them alone and insists they'll heal on there own. However, when you go to bed, you find him sprawled in the middle of the bed, legs crossed and clearly content with himself.
"See, I've been thinking. Maybe I'm spoiling you." He starts rambling as soon as you enter, not caring if your listening. "I mean, you were so good those first few nights, scared out of your mind and quiet. What happened to that lady, huh? Now you've just got such a smart mouth. So, I'm taking some privileges from you. The bed, those warm baths you love, nothing crazy."
"Excuse me?" You look up, aghast.
"Frankly, even this is pretty generous of me. I mean, really. I could just go straight to red hot pokers."
"This is my house-"
"My house-" He corrects. "And I hold the power. You remember that night?" He asks. You swallow harshly as he stands. "I ripped that bloody organ right out of that philanderers chest. Now, I won't lie, you amuse me, but again, humans are so self-centered! You think I like you so much I won't do that you? I certainly hope not."
He's inches away, cold. Glaring. He has a deadness in his eyes that mimics that of the boys's, his usual cruel mirth gone. "So, lets try and be a little more cooperative from now on, huh? I want you to remember, I can do whatever I want, but I'm showing some self restraint. You know how incredible that is for a demon?"
His hands rather quickly grips onto your arm, making you wince at the firm, bruising touch. "That hurts-"
"But it could always hurt more." He finishes, though you don't see the way he quickly lets you go. "Remember that. Now-" He pecks you on the lips, making you gasp. He's never gone that far before. He grins. "Nighty night. Set yourself up a little spot beside the bed, yeah? Gonna be a long night, you oughta get started."
As you reluctantly go off to fetch spare blankets from the linen closet, the demon begrudgingly looks at his tingling hand. It felt good, touching you. In any way. He didn't like hurting you, much to his own confusion. He gets his rocks off watching you squirm, not writhe. He's experiencing a lot of new things up here while on this work vacation, some better than others. But as impressive at it is for him to show restraint, it'd be more impressive to get him to admit how pissed jealous he was about you and his minions. He does, begrudgingly, care a bit for the demon whelps, but he still believes you're wasting his time. Shaking his head, he scratches one of his horns and kicks off his shoes, before setting cozy into bed for a night of people watching. Or, person watching.
Downstairs, the three demons are sat on the couch awkwardly, listening upstairs for any type of violent sounding or rough noise. When they hear none, they relax slightly, shoulders drooping from the three of them. They don't know what or even how to feel about you, unwaiveringly loyal to there master, but so drawn in by the foreign sensations of care you cause in them. The red head eventually huffs, smacking the brunette haired one and taking the TV remote to put on wrestling. The brunette haired one glares, but goes back to fiddling with a loose string on the couch, practically unraveling the thing after days of pulling.
Lastly, the black haired one, head leaned sleepily against the arm of the couch, though he doesn't need to sleep being able to truly relax seems so foreign. His hands, draped in loose flannel sleeves, wrap around a wedding photo of you and your ex. He looks at it, before a 'crack' can be heard, and the glass over the face of your husband is shattered and unable to be made out. Now, just your face remains. The boy smiles.
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Life had been very different then how it was before, more recently, however reader has been getting packages in the mail. Weird-looking water bottles, clothing items, and even premade food.
At first, they thought it was a simple mistake and were going to send them back. "What are you doing?" Ivory stopped them.
"Oh, I think we got sent this stuff by mistake, and I'm worried the person that's supposed to get it needs it," the reader explained.
"Ah, wrong, those are mine, well, they're from sponsors, but you get the point," they shrugged.
"sponsors? That influencer thing is really taking off, huh?"
"Don't patronize me, human, plus I thought it would be a good way to make your life 'interesting' " he scoffed.
"So then all of this stuff is ours?" The reader opened one of the boxes. "So can I eat some of this?"
They shut the box with their hand. "First of all, it's my box, and second, sure, whatever, just let me get some footage for the sponsored video." They waved their hand and pulled out their phone.
"Of course!" The reader watched as Ivory turned on his fake influencer persona. They will admit that Ivory was very entertaining, but maybe that was because they knew what the true Ivory was like.
reader clapped their hands together was ivory finished "there have whatever you want, it's not like I want any of that crap." They played with their phone before walking away.
"Thank you," they began looking through all the boxes till they heard a knock on the door.
It was another one of Ivory's packages. "Ivory! There's another one here. Do you want to make a video on it now?"
"No, can't you see I'm tired? Just open it and tell me what it is," they yelled back.
The reader brought it back inside and started to open it on the floor, "hm? It's empty." All that was inside was a desnug at the bottom of the box.
The design slowly started to glow, "ahhh ivory"
"What I just told you, I was tired, didn't I?"
Horns started to grow from the cardboard "ivory, I think you should come here and look at this!"
Before they knew it, a figure was already stepping out of the box. It was a woman who looked to be wearing a black suit. "Are you reader?" she glared down at them.
"Y-yes?" they stuttered out as the woman pulled a blade on them. "I think I'm gonna die!"
"Again, are you really that dumb that you- a demon, why are you here!?" they yelled.
"And I assume you are the angel that started this mess, yes?"
ivory fliched "well I didn't-"
"This human is supposed to be dead, and yet they sit alive before me." She didn't put her weapon down.
"y-yeah, well, you're already out of luck because they wished for a new life, and…it was kinda my fault they died the first time, so they should get a second chance…" They whispered the last part.
"You wish to break the rules of life because you did a bad job as an angel?" She then pointed her weapon at them.
"Listen, I know we both have jobs to do, but can you please let this one slide?" They raised their arms in defense.
She looked at them in consideration. "Fine, I'll allow this abomination to happen, but in return, I'd like to watch this disaster unfold." She pushed Ivory aside just to sit on the couch herself.
"What stay! You can't stay with us, this isn't even a two-bedroom, let alone a three!" they yelled, stomping up to her.
Reader held their chest as their breath steady "I almost died again?…"
A/N: this one's smutty, just a subpar drabble for this character. Been trying to figure out how I wanted to approach him finally sleeping with reader.
"Oh, quit your whining..." an irritated voice mumbles against you throat, in between quick nips and small bites. "I mean really, with our chemistry? Not to mention the raw sexual energy I have-" Another nip. "It was bound to happen."
"Just- stop rubbing it in." You huff back, legs rubbing together in anticipation. You'd tried to hold out, but it wasn't even possible to pleasure yourself, he would know. You don't know how, but you can sense he would know. And he'd either lord it over you and guilt you about it. "This is purely because I need... need some kind of outlet."
He scoffs. "Puh-lease. Of course its something you need, everything you need, you get from me now. Staying in this house, groceries, food, entertainment. All because I allow it." He gloats, sitting up a bit to pull the remaining fabric on your body off your lower. "So it just makes sense eventually I'd have to give you good dick too. Human and their lust! I tell you what-"
"Stop it!" You exclaim, pushing him of. "God you just- ugh! Why do you have to be such a dick about this, you make it sound like I'm giving myself to you or something, its just sex."
"Yeah, sex, which at this point, I frankly feel like I deserve!" He holds out his hands as if flabbergasted. "Again, I do everything for you-"
"I didn't ask you to! You kill my husband, take my home, and you have the audacity to act like I should just bend over for you!"
"Well it couldn't hurt!" He insists, crossing his hands like a petulant toddler. "Enough pushing me off and bitching, are we gonna do this or not? I'm rock hard and I'd like to deal with it sometime in the next millenia."
You just go quiet, rubbing at your temples. "I don't know! Is it not possible I'm unsure how I feel about fucking me ex-husbands killer, my captor, in our bed?"
"It's a yes or no." He retorts.
"I said I don't know!" You yell again, this time actually carrying your anguish across. "I don't know..." Your face sinks into your hands.
This gives the demon man before you pause. He was excited, for a fun, sexy night with the mortal he'd been hanging around with. But... he doesn't like seeing you like this. Torn up, confused. He supposes, if he wants this done, he'll have to make the idea of giving in more palatable.
As you just lay there, sullen, he leans back over you, pecking instead of nibbling. A kiss on your jaw, then a longer one at your neck. "I bet he wasn't good."
"What?"
"In bed. You said he was always off fucking some other lady, or drunk and tired from work. He couldn't have been that good."
It's true, he really wasn't. But back then you could at least take care of your own needs when he was gone.
"What's something you always wanted to try?" He asks.
"What?"
This prompts him to roll his eyes. "You and your questions, sexually. What's something you wanted to try sexually?"
He hates the way the slightest bit of caring or probing seems to make you relax, considering him now. If your husband had done that bare minimum, maybe you would still be mourning him.
"Well... I- it's gross." You start.
"Okay, keep going. I'm from hell, you haven't seen gross till a weekend trip to the lust ring."
You don't even want to imagine what he's referencing. "He never liked to go down there... you know?"
He pauses, then scoffs. "That's it? Your big horny secret, no one ever ate you out? Yeah, I can handle that."
Before you can say much, his lips are on your thigh, back to nibbling. You can't help the shaky sigh that slips from your lips, swallowing harshly. "What's it gonna feel like?" You ask.
"I don't know, I don't have a pussy?" He says, like it's the dumbest thing you've ever heard. "It's gonna be a hell of a ride, but I'm not gonna hurt you, if that's what you're worried about. It's gonna feel good." You could always mistake the way his hand pets your thigh for care.
A spark re-ignites in you the moment you feel lips meet that bud between your legs, inciting a gasp from you. "Ah- shit-" you hiss out, head tilting back.
"Taste so fucking good." He groans, placing another kiss before licking a strip up the length of your cunt. "He never did this for you, no. He couldn't handle pussy this good-" he's alternating between rambling and lapping like a man starved. For a demon, this appears to be the closest he can get to worship.
It's not long before you can feel that familiar knot forming down below, anf you instinctively go to grip his hair, slightly rubbing the nub of his horns. "Izzy-" both the touch and the nickname urge him on, you can feel the jackal like grin against your cunt as he continues his pace. "Izechiel- fuck- I'm finishing- pleaseplease don' stop, don't tease- shit!" You cry out, the waves of pleasure rolling over you as your muscles tense, then relax instinctively. Hands grips the sheets, as the man above looks the most devilish he has since you met him.
"Good?" He asks, after the heat of your orgasm has faded. "Good." You respond.
"A kiss for your don juan?" He asks, leaning towards your lips.
"Ah-" you pull away a bit. "Not... like that. Not yet?"
He pauses, then shrugs, licking the taste of you off his lips. "What, too freaky?" He snickers. "We'll work on it."
"We can... you can fuck me. I'm wet and... it felt good. With you." You blurt, before going red. It's embarrassing to beg this smug asshole for more, but you do want it. And for once, he was downright generous with his mouth mere moments ago.
"Yeah? You want daddy to make you feel good, huh?"
"We're not doing that-"
"Yes we are, I ate you out, this is my thing. My request. Your my wife, and I'm daddy." You honestly can't tell if his kink is humiliating you by making you call him this, or if it's genuinely what he's into. Maybe its both?
He wastes no time, sliding himself out from those damn white slacks, and boxers follow. He's a decent size, and he's just as well groomed below as he is up top. Clean shaven- except for a small patch of well shaped dark brown hair. All things considered, it's pretty. Red and thin. You guess you've been looking for too long, as now he's getting cocky.
"You want me to give you two some privacy?" He snickers. You roll your eyes, as he leans over you. "Come on, lemme kiss you-" he's earnest in his kiss, it feels... good. So good it's sort of scary. It's tingly and hot, but you can feel the genuine yearning in it now. He really has been wanting this, not just this. You.
"I don't wanna rush this, but m'so fucking stiff. You think you're wet enough for me to slide in?" You nod, but glance at your dresser. "Yeah- do we need a condom? Can you even-"
"Nah, don't think so. Probably not." He doesn't seem sure, but he also doesn't seem to care to give you an honest answer. "Gonna give you the tip, okay? Just relax-"
You hiss, the intrusion slightly foreign, but it's not long till that familiar warmth returns, as he works in inch by inch. "Feels incredibly, fucking finally." He half laugh, half moans, as he pistons himself in and out.
"Fuck, Izechiel-"
"Daddy." He corrects. Now you're sure its both. "Say it baby, come on, please. I hate begging, you know that."
"Fine... daddy. Faster, please?" He moans, loud and honestly slutty, before he speeds uo without a word.
"Pussy's so good, been waiting to get in you for so long. Closest to heaven a-a fucker like me's gonna get." His tip brushes your spot slightly, causing him to angle to hit it once more. Your moans spur on his ramblings. "So good- gonna cum in you, Kay? Fuck, just hold still and lemme fill you up-"
"You're sure you won't get me pregnant?" You moan out, knowing full well you won't let him pull out now.
"Probably not? I don't know, not important right now, FUCK-" His cock convulses, and you can feel his warmth filling you up, as your orgasm soon follows.
It's not long after you've cleaned yourself up, that you realized the one similarity he does share with your old husband. He's sleepy after sex. He doesn't need to sleep as a demon, so you've never seen him truly tired. Maybe you're rubbing off on him, though, because he's laying in your bed, looking truly wiped out.
He manages to drag himself slightly over you, an arm around your waist, mumbling something about "turning that damn ceiling fan off-"
You can't bring yourself to push him off, or be annoyed. Despite yourself, for the first night in a long time, you feel fulfilled. Cared after.
which episode does yandere!demon get jealous and eventually turn a lil soft to reader
or reader just left of ignore him for a period of time
Izechiel isn't... the type to get jealous of another man, because he doesn't actually let you around other people. Only the imps, and even then, he gets plenty prickly when they are getting sweet with you. That doesn't mean he doesn't occasionally have a softer moment. He'd be relatively gentle with you all the time if you'd just be more agreeable.
One way to soften him up is to give in. You don't have to go all the way, but make him the meals he seems to like. Put on the shitty reality shows he enjoys, seek out his company. Above all, he is a creature of ego. He wants to feel like you're coming around to him, or at least getting used to his presence. Don't think this means you can manipulate him, though. If you're acting all sweet and cozy; he'll relish in it, but the moment you try to pull one over on him, he'll know. You don't outdo the doer. Mind you, if its something simple, maybe he'll let it slide and give in, not because you tricked him, but your audacity is amusing.
Another way to soften him up is if something genuinely shakes you. Maybe he came home a little messy from a job, not his usual style, but things happen. Or maybe he sent the boys to do something not so savory and he requested they bring him back some evidence of a job well done. Either way, something happened to shake you to your core. Izechiel isn't sadistic, persay, it's a misconception all demons are. He enjoys the feeling of power, and torturing evil doers, but he's not in it for the sake of cruelty. He may never have brought this up, but he's actually spent most of his time in the rings of Greed and Pride, which are his favorite aspects of humanity. He doesn't take any particular pleasure in watching you upset.
It's around six-thirty, when he notices he hasn't seen you in a bit. Turning the volume down on his show, the results of the paternity test now dimmed, he looks around. With a frown, he snaps his fingers in the direction of the imps, who are learning about the interesting buzz they get by licking AA batteries. "You three, where's pur land lord gotten of to?" He asks, prompting the three to sit up, the brunette letting a saliva coated battery drop from his lips. They shrug, making him roll his eyes. "You really do exist only to torment me, fine. I'll find her myself." He snarls, getting up with a groan and a slight stretch of his spine.
It's not long till he hears a sniffling in your room, drawing his gaze. He taps open your door with the toe of his shoe, poking his head in. "You doing a key in here, what's with the nose noise?" He asks, waving his hand behind him to magically shut the door. He sees yoy curled up on your bed, eyes red and nose runny. "Geez, what happened to you?"
"Please, not... not now, Izechiel. I just want some alone time." You whisper, unable and unwilling to meet his gaze.
"If you'd kept down the wailing, maybe that would've happened, but I'm here now, and I can go wherever I damn well please." He flops on the bed, slinging an arm around you. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." He snickers, tilting his head as he coos uncomfortably close to your ear.
"It's-" You swallow. "This, all of this, its too much! You- you had them bring back a-a-' You can't even get the words out. He'd sent the boys to collect a debt owed, and the item they had plopped onto your table in the middle of dinner shook you to your core. The bloody, severed ear made you lose all of you appetite, and retreat almost immediately after the dishes were done.
"That's what this is about? The little ear? I already told the imps 'no business talk at dinner'. Won't happen again." He shakes his head. "Listen, I'm not happy the little idiots upset our nice meal-"
"They didn't upset it! You did! You sent them to do that, that horrible act and then told them to bring back evidence! Body parts, to my home!"
"My home." He corrects.
"It's sick! I-I put up with a lot, I do! But seeing something like that, I can't! I just can't." You gag at the image.
"Humans watch all sorts of horrible stuff, you draw the line at that?"
"Yes!" You cry. It... unnerves him. He likes when he's making you angry, or annoyed, but there's such a genuine defeat in the way you're acting now. It's no fun at all.
He's from hell, and as intelligent and worldly as he claims to be, he sees the worst in humans. The pride, greed, savagery. He doesn't always understand that not every human is gonna be desensitized or brush off violence like him. It's a hard adjustment to make, especially considering he's never been around a human he wasn't torturing this long.
"Alright, alright. I'm feeling generous, and the smell of that appendage didn't exactly put me in a dinner mood either. No more business at the house, okay? No blood, no limbs, no viscera. I'll brief the boys on it, that seems fair?"
When you nod, he realizes you're too weak to even ask why he's offering this. To ask what he wants out of it. It's that broken down spirit, that lack of any pushback that gets him. He knows now how serious this is.
"Hey, look at me." He puts a finger under your chin, tilting your tear streaked face to meet his every smiling one. "I'm keeping my promise, no more of it. But you gotta make your end of the deal too. First, no more of those tears, you humans leak a disgusting amount of fluids, and we share this bed." He fakes a retch, which would almost be amusing if you didn't know he was just being dramatic. He's seen worse. "Secondly, I'm technically the breadwinner, you oughta be glad I'm not bringing work home. I'm protecting you, shielding you even, from now on. How about a kiss for your provider? Huh?"
You glare at him, and his softer smile turns sharp again. There you are. "You're insane." You huff, looking away.
"That's not a no. Come on, just one little peck for a lifetime of preserved, censored sanity? Right on the lips." Reluctantly, you place a peck to his lips, contact feeling similar to that of being shocked. "There's a girl. Wasn't half as bad as you thought it'd be, was it?" He playfully pushes your head aside as he gets up. "It's been a day, turn on the tv. Think I'll watch my show up here with you." He goes to use the restroom, and you reflect on the evening.
The events seem to have gone in your favor, and yet... something he said nags at you. 'A lifetime of preserved, censored sanity.' You hope a lifetime means somethinf different, shorter, where he's from.
A little sneak peek of that Yan!Demon fic I mentioned a while back, please enjoy!
"Honey, I'm home!" A loud, chipper voice calls out, sound of a slamming door to follow. You grimace as your TV flickers and glitches, before changing to some sappy sitcom with a laugh track that begins to echo through the room as if in response to the Demons sudden entrance. "Cmon, not even a smile? They get it-" He gestures to the laugh track which continues to play, as he removes his suit jacket and tosses it to the coat rack. He always dressed strangely, like a well-off gentleman of the 50s. Slicked back brunette hair, a creme suit, and a tie with some zany pattern or another on it. He hangs up his signature Panama fedora, running a hand through his hair as the little red stubs on his head, the only real physical marker of his demonic form he can't fully make go away for his disguise, now presented atop his head, a sickening reminder of your predicament.
"You could at least pretend to be a little excited. I mean, I'm the breadwinner here. A hard-working man. Not even a 'Welcome back, dear'?" He holds his hands out in front of him, head tilted slightly as if waiting for you to give in, before his faux-chipper gaze falls immediately, an unamused expression replacing it as he rolls his eyes. "You are one cold bitch, anyone ever tell you that?"
"Where are your boys?" You ask, tilting your head a bit to see out the door. His classic car, or rather your ex-husbands, sits in the driveway.
"First of all," He's fiddling with the coffee pot, still working on getting the hang of the beverage maker. "They aren't boys. Minions, imps, but not boys. They've been around since the big bang, they're hardly the kids they look like. We've been through this. Second," He manages to make it start, and the slow dribble of coffee spurts from the bottom. He puts a cup underneath it and turns to face you while it fills. "They're supposed to be with you." His gaze narrows.
"What, no-" You sit up, spine going straight. Months ago, when he'd arrived on your doorstep, asking to speak to your husband, you'd let your husband go out and speak to him. You couldn't of been aware of what you'd witness, his hand going straight through your husbands chest as if he weren't even solid, plucking his heart out with no blood, no mess. It was horrifying. Rod had never been good to you, but to see the bastard die so brutally... Izechiel had made quick work after that.
He'd explained he was here on a mission, some demonic scheme for his oh-so great big boss downstairs, and he needed a home base. Your house just happened to be the nicest on the block, and a quick look at your husbands soul showed a real rotten man. 'Quick vacation bonus' He'd called it, claiming bagging a headquarters and a sinner was a perfect two birds, one stone. And boy, the third bird was you.
You had just sobbed and begged for the life of your cheating, stealing, sleaze of a man. He liked it, he's from hell, its hard enough to trust people. You can't just buy that kinda loyalty. And as much as he hated to admit it, he hadn't been topside in a long time. 'Things change quick up here,' he told you. So, surely a human woman might be good to keep around to help with the little things he doesn't know about. And shit, his little minion fuckers are good at killing, not cleaning.
So, he and the three awful tween-like demons he called his moved in. The boys were... odd, but less threatening than there master. They were like stray dogs, curious and unsure of how to live in a human house, but still obeying a pack leader. They look like humans by all accounts, except for there pale, deadish dark eyes. Ones a brunette, another with fiery red hair, and one with dark curls. None of them particularly look like each other or Izechiel, but then you suppose they aren't related. Still, when he tells them to help; they help, and sometimes, if he's gone, they'll help unprompted. You can't help but look at them as boys, even though he swears they aren't. Every time he snarks at them or yells, you flinch.
"Oh, heh- I know where they are." He strolls casually past you, kicking your coffee table and spilling your drink for no reason other than he feels like it. Opening the door, he yells out. "Hey, numbskulls, inside."
Three boys, dressed in typical street teen clothes, holding wet rollerblading gear come in, dripping in the carpet. It'd rained the night before, and you gasp.
"Oh my god, were they out there all night? Why didn't you bring them in?" You exclaim, rushing forward, hesitant to touch them but instinctually reaching out.
"Hey, cool it with the 'g-word'." He clicks his tongue, and looks at them. "Yeah, explain yourselves." The redhead, who you have always thought was the leader, just blinks. They communicate this way a lot. "Oh, yeah, I did do that." Izechiel turns back to you, hands in pockets. "Yeah, I was indulging last night in some of the lecherous goodness that is your 'reality tv', and there breathing was bothering me. They don't even need to breath, I think they picked it up from you." He scoffs. "Anyways, I told them to go rollerblade outside, beat up a homeless guy with their hockey sticks, I dunno. Guess it's forgot to let them back in."
"They were out all night? In the rain? You're lucky the neighbors didn't call the cops!" You turn, face pale. You grimace when you see they are soaking the carpets. "Put your clothes in the wash, uh, and shower. Dinner will be ready soon."
"You can't just order my minions around." He raises his brow as if amused by the audacity. When the three look at them, he just bulges his eyes and shakes his head mockingly. "Well? Go!" He snaps, and they scurry off.
"You should be nicer to them."
"Aw, nah. It's good for em, there's worst masters in hell they could be serving, I let them indulge for the most part in human luxuries." He watches slyly as you turn to put a frozen lasagna into the oven. "Speaking of human luxuries, when are you gonna let me get at yours, huh?"
You freeze. He's never gone very far with you; always getting huffy and backing off when you get truly scared. Doesn't stop him from making innuendo. Most nights he stays up watching TV or wandering into the darkness of the street, but some nights he just lays above your sheets beside you. Watching. "No. I've already told you no." You mumble, swallowing.
"Come oooon, we're practically marries in everything but name, by human standards. I'm single, your technically married, because not death certificate, but-" he shakes his hand. "Semantics. And don't tell me you aren't aching for it, you're cooped up here all day, no on else around."
"And whose fault is that?" You snap, causing him to startle. You immediately shrink back, he's scary when he's truly upset. Luckily, he seems amused.
"Ooh, spicy tonight. I don't hate it." He slyly wraps an arm around your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder. He simultaneously feels frigid to the touch and fiery hot. "Just lemme hold you then. Something about that gross, fleshy blood pump on your chest, weirdly calming."
You begrudgingly allow him too, you've already gotten far denying him.
"You're lucky I'm not from the lust ring of hell." He adds, there's a threat there that makes you shiver. "Thinking I'll stay in tonight, watch you catch some sleep. Speaking of, what's with the pillow fort?" He motions over to the couch, where you've set up the pullout bed.
"For the boys." You explain. "I've set it up for them, they seem to like resting on it sometimes."
His hands grip onto your waist a little tighter. "You're making them soft, there demons, you know. They've killed people, plenty. I sent them personally to take your mister down to the gates, why do you insist on coddling them?"
"I don't know." You shut the oven door. "Maybe I just want something normal!? Something... to feel normal, kids in a house being looked after, and not three demons keeping an eye on me."
"Nothing is 'normal' up here, you humans act like there's some universal standard of what something should be. It's presumptuous at best." He tilts his head. "But, whatever. As long as they don't start getting soft or turning on me, have your fun. I'm not dumb enough to think you aren't a help around here. So coddle em, mother them. Just don't let it interfere with my work, dig?"
Dinner is uneventful, with the bots staying silent and struggling, as usual, to use humans utensils, while Izechiel rambles on about all the misfortune he caused today. He hasn't revealed what his mission topside is, but you don't really want to know. Tonight, he insists on laying beside you, reading some trashy fashion magazine while you try to rest.
"Human stupidity never ceases to amuse me. You have medical advancements, machines that can see the stars, and yet you all strive to make enough useless paper to buy expensive flower water." He chuckles, pointing to a luxury perfume ad. "I mean really, you people are just never satisfied, you just have to find the dumbest nothing and make it everything!" He sets the magazine aside. "Like that husband of yours, a good home and a smoking wife, yet he cheats with every girl he can get under the skirt off. Crazy world."
You flinch at the mention of your ex. He wasn't good to you, but his brutal death weighs on you. Izechiel sighs. "Listen, I know this isn't ideal for you, but the way I see it, I've done you a favor. And don't start-" he puts a finger up. "I know you don't think of it as one. I don't expect you to. But I'm giving you a free ride in exchange for a clean home and obedience. And really, isn't that all he was giving you?"
"You didn't... know him." You murmur.
He just grins, that same cold grin when he knows he's got you. "Oh baby, but I did. Maybe better than you." He flicks off the light. "Get some rest, I got an early morning and I wanna get a full eight hours of watching you sleeping in before I gotta go."
Creeper out but tired, you decide to rest, letting your heavy eyelids fall.
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wait how old are the imps meant to look? because i always pictured them like 15-16 year old cartoon bully looking characters lmaoo
Fourteen to fifteen, 1990s cartoon bullies is right on the money. You can't tell if they'd in middle or high-school, but you suppose neither, cause they'd be playing hookey.
