💋how to summon a demon boyfriend💋
incubus!Chuuya x lonely CEO!Dazai
incubus!Chuuya x lonely CEO!Dazai
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THIS IS ALSO YOUR WARNING THAT THIS IS A NSFW THREAD. IT IS 90% SEX. DO NOT TAKE ME LIGHTLY HERE.
THIS IS ALSO YOUR WARNING THAT THIS IS A NSFW THREAD. IT IS 90% SEX. DO NOT TAKE ME LIGHTLY HERE.
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Dazai places one final candle around the circle in the center of his living room. If you asked him how he got here, he would lie and say that he doesn’t know.
But any person who comes to the conclusion that summoning a demon will resolve their loneliness knows ,exactly, how they
But any person who comes to the conclusion that summoning a demon will resolve their loneliness knows ,exactly, how they
arrived at that particular decision. But the emptiness he feels inside is so all consuming that this was the least self-destructive solution he came up with.
He shakes his head. He ordered special candles, blessed salt and chalk, and a demon-summoning tome. The bowl of his own
He shakes his head. He ordered special candles, blessed salt and chalk, and a demon-summoning tome. The bowl of his own
blood beside him makes his hand ache in response beneath the bandage. He has everything that he needs. Now all he has to do is /say the words/.
It’s /easy/.
And he’s /tried/ to make friends, he /has/, but they all just want his money and it’s so /obvious/ that he can’t even
It’s /easy/.
And he’s /tried/ to make friends, he /has/, but they all just want his money and it’s so /obvious/ that he can’t even
pretend to enjoy their company.
Maybe this is fueled by one too many late nights with one too many fingers of whiskey, but it /feels/ like the only solution.
He’ll summon a demon, make a contract, and have /something/ to come home to. What’s a demon going to do with /money/,
Maybe this is fueled by one too many late nights with one too many fingers of whiskey, but it /feels/ like the only solution.
He’ll summon a demon, make a contract, and have /something/ to come home to. What’s a demon going to do with /money/,
right?
And this book says that there are demons that /specialize/ in companionship, so he has nothing to lose. Well, aside from his soul, anyway.
But at this point, he’s alright losing his soul if he can fill the desperate emptiness inside him.
With a newfound conviction,
And this book says that there are demons that /specialize/ in companionship, so he has nothing to lose. Well, aside from his soul, anyway.
But at this point, he’s alright losing his soul if he can fill the desperate emptiness inside him.
With a newfound conviction,
Dazai lights the candles and lines the circle with salt. He takes a deep breath and recites the words in what he /hopes/ is passable latin. He closes his eyes when he utters the last word. Waiting, still and silent.
But nothing happens. No flickering lights or crashing thunder
But nothing happens. No flickering lights or crashing thunder
or /anything/. It’s just cold and silent in his massive penthouse. And he’s alone.
He huffs, tossing the book away. He should have known. Demons aren’t /real/. He turns away from the circle to run a hand over his face. Now he has a bunch of useless chalk and salt and candles and
He huffs, tossing the book away. He should have known. Demons aren’t /real/. He turns away from the circle to run a hand over his face. Now he has a bunch of useless chalk and salt and candles and
/his own blood/, and for what?
Maybe Atsushi is still awake. He could stave off the ache for a little while. Dazai can worry about cleaning up in the morning.
A light breeze makes him stiffen. Then a contemplative hum from behind him has him jolting and turning around.
Maybe Atsushi is still awake. He could stave off the ache for a little while. Dazai can worry about cleaning up in the morning.
A light breeze makes him stiffen. Then a contemplative hum from behind him has him jolting and turning around.
He doesn’t know exactly what he was expecting but it wasn’t /this/. Because standing in the center of the circle is a short being with fiery red hair and scales in intricate patterns dancing across his skin.
He has bat-like wings and a tail and horns and glowing red eyes that
He has bat-like wings and a tail and horns and glowing red eyes that
bore straight into Dazai’s soul. He’s wearing heels and little else and /fuck/ he’s /hot/.
Dazai’s heart stammers in his chest as the demon looks him up and down and then /smirks/.
“Oh, you’ve gotten yourself into some trouble,” he says, his voice a sweet, intoxicating timbre.
Dazai’s heart stammers in his chest as the demon looks him up and down and then /smirks/.
“Oh, you’ve gotten yourself into some trouble,” he says, his voice a sweet, intoxicating timbre.
Dazai’s knees are /weak/ with the sound of it.
“What do you mean?” he asks, voice softer and rougher than he means for it to be. He clears his throat, eyes locked on the demon before him. The demon smiles, glancing down to the salt around the circle and rolling his eyes.
“What do you mean?” he asks, voice softer and rougher than he means for it to be. He clears his throat, eyes locked on the demon before him. The demon smiles, glancing down to the salt around the circle and rolling his eyes.
He steps over it with ease and Dazai’s stomach swoops.
The demon stalks forward, backing Dazai against his wall and runs clawed fingers gently down the side of his face. He’s much shorter than Dazai even in heels, but that doesn’t seem to be an issue for him.
The demon stalks forward, backing Dazai against his wall and runs clawed fingers gently down the side of his face. He’s much shorter than Dazai even in heels, but that doesn’t seem to be an issue for him.
The demon /coos/ softly.
“I don’t know /who/ you meant to summon, but it /wasn’t/ me.”
“What do you mean?” Dazai asks, voice catching in his throat as he speaks. That seems to /amuse/ the demon even as Dazai’s cheeks bloom with heat. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I don’t know /who/ you meant to summon, but it /wasn’t/ me.”
“What do you mean?” Dazai asks, voice catching in his throat as he speaks. That seems to /amuse/ the demon even as Dazai’s cheeks bloom with heat. “What’s wrong with you?”
Instead of answering immediately, the demon leers at him, leaning in and running his hands up Dazai’s hips. His face is /right there/ as glowing red eyes bore into Dazai’s very /being/. He smells like smoke and something /sweeter/ that Dazai can’t identify. It makes his thoughts
slow, his eyes growing hazy.
His glasses slip down the bridge of his nose and a clawed finger slowly pushes them back up. The demon’s other hand slides from Dazai’s hip to his ass and /squeezes/.
Dazai yelps, jolting away from the hand. But that just makes him push his body
His glasses slip down the bridge of his nose and a clawed finger slowly pushes them back up. The demon’s other hand slides from Dazai’s hip to his ass and /squeezes/.
Dazai yelps, jolting away from the hand. But that just makes him push his body
/against/ the demon in front of him who glances down at Dazai's crotch. It doesn’t /look/ any different but Dazai watches him sniff the air and smirk.
“Oh, there’s nothing wrong with me, gorgeous,” he purrs. “I’m just not the sort of company you were expecting.”
“Oh, there’s nothing wrong with me, gorgeous,” he purrs. “I’m just not the sort of company you were expecting.”
Dazai’s head is spinning and it’s a wonder how he’s still /standing/ at this point. But he finds his voice even as he sinks deeper into curious eyes.
“What does that mean?”
Dazai’s collar is /yanked/ and suddenly the demon’s teeth tug on his earlobe and his knees go weak.
“What does that mean?”
Dazai’s collar is /yanked/ and suddenly the demon’s teeth tug on his earlobe and his knees go weak.
That sweet, deep voice ghosts across Dazai’s skin and he shivers, eyes drifting closed.
“It /means/ that I don’t make friends or hang out.”
The demon’s body is /hot/ against him and Dazai knows he’s desperate and pathetic but he doesn’t /care/.
“It /means/ that I don’t make friends or hang out.”
The demon’s body is /hot/ against him and Dazai knows he’s desperate and pathetic but he doesn’t /care/.
“Then what do you do?” he whispers.
Soft lips drag across his skin and he gasps softly.
“Do you want to know what I do /in general/ or what I want to do to /you/?”
“Uh…” Dazai licks his lips, swallowing thickly and trying to /focus/. He’s a /genius/ he needs to make a good
Soft lips drag across his skin and he gasps softly.
“Do you want to know what I do /in general/ or what I want to do to /you/?”
“Uh…” Dazai licks his lips, swallowing thickly and trying to /focus/. He’s a /genius/ he needs to make a good
first impression. But /fuck/ he just wants to feel that body against him. He wants the hand on his ass to stay there /forever/.
The teeth tracing his jaw are /slightly/ pointed and dangerous and he’s never felt more /alive/. “Both?”
The demon laughs.
The teeth tracing his jaw are /slightly/ pointed and dangerous and he’s never felt more /alive/. “Both?”
The demon laughs.
“/In general/, I give people the best sex of their lives, take what I need, and leave.”
Dazai’s head tilts back as Chuuya nips his skin and he /swears/ he could catch fire as Chuuya’s lips run down his throat. His eyes flutter closed at the sensations. He can count his sexual
Dazai’s head tilts back as Chuuya nips his skin and he /swears/ he could catch fire as Chuuya’s lips run down his throat. His eyes flutter closed at the sensations. He can count his sexual
encounters on one hand and none of them ended in more than a sloppy blowjob.
He doesn’t even like thinking about his /own/ body, why would anyone else? But he asks anyway. He wants to hope for just a moment that he’s /desirable/.
“And what do you want to do to /me/?”
He doesn’t even like thinking about his /own/ body, why would anyone else? But he asks anyway. He wants to hope for just a moment that he’s /desirable/.
“And what do you want to do to /me/?”
The demon pulls away, eyes darting over the house before he smiles and his gaze meet Dazai’s again.
“I wanna fuck you all over your fancy penthouse until you forget about your /money/ and your /status/ and can’t do more than beg for me to fuck you again.”
“I wanna fuck you all over your fancy penthouse until you forget about your /money/ and your /status/ and can’t do more than beg for me to fuck you again.”
Dazai /barely/ holds back a shiver because he won’t lose /that/ easily. He has /some/ pride.
But then the demon /keeps talking/. He pushes Dazai’s chest until his back is pressed against the wall behind him. “I wanna take you apart /slowly/ and take what I want until you can’t
But then the demon /keeps talking/. He pushes Dazai’s chest until his back is pressed against the wall behind him. “I wanna take you apart /slowly/ and take what I want until you can’t
/stand/ to go out without being filled with my cum.”
“Oh my /god/,” Dazay breathes.
“God’s not here, sweetheart,” the demon says and Dazai’s lips tremble as he forces himself to look into glowing red eyes. The demon’s hands drift to his crotch and Dazai can’t stop the moan
“Oh my /god/,” Dazay breathes.
“God’s not here, sweetheart,” the demon says and Dazai’s lips tremble as he forces himself to look into glowing red eyes. The demon’s hands drift to his crotch and Dazai can’t stop the moan
that wrenches itself out of his mouth at the feeling of Chuuya /teasing/ him. He doesn’t seem concerned that Dazai doesn’t have a dick. He seems perfectly comfortable teasing Dazai exactly the way he is.
That thought makes him shudder. “Fuck, I bet you taste /amazing/,”
That thought makes him shudder. “Fuck, I bet you taste /amazing/,”
the demon breathes. “I just wanna /claim/ you.”
“No one’s stopping you.”
The demon pulls back and Dazai barely restrains the whine in his chest at the loss of his body heat. He really /is/ desperate. /Pathetic/, really. That’s what his dad would say. Dazai tries to shake off
“No one’s stopping you.”
The demon pulls back and Dazai barely restrains the whine in his chest at the loss of his body heat. He really /is/ desperate. /Pathetic/, really. That’s what his dad would say. Dazai tries to shake off
the cloying feeling of hands on his throat as he watches the demon step back.
He seems to notice the change in Dazai’s demeanor, but he doesn’t mention it.
“That’s not what you asked for, so I’m going back,” he says.
The thought of losing this opportunity feels /so/
He seems to notice the change in Dazai’s demeanor, but he doesn’t mention it.
“That’s not what you asked for, so I’m going back,” he says.
The thought of losing this opportunity feels /so/
significant. Like he’ll never get this chance again. Like this could change his life. Maybe make his world a little more beautiful.
He doesn’t even know /how/ to summon a sex demon. Clearly the book he bought won’t be helpful /either/.
“What if I changed my mind?” he asks,
He doesn’t even know /how/ to summon a sex demon. Clearly the book he bought won’t be helpful /either/.
“What if I changed my mind?” he asks,
pushing his glasses up as they slip down his nose again. The demon has something dangerously close to pity lingering in his eyes as he looks Dazai over.
“That’s a bad idea, beautiful.”
He /needs/ this.
“Why?”
The demon runs a gentle hand over his jaw carefully.
“That’s a bad idea, beautiful.”
He /needs/ this.
“Why?”
The demon runs a gentle hand over his jaw carefully.
Dazai instinctively leans into the touch and the demon sighs.
“You’re lonely and you crave physical touch. You want a /friend/ and I’m not the demon for that.”
Dazai’s hand reaches up, holding the demon’s hand against his cheek. He doesn’t want to let this go. He wants to
“You’re lonely and you crave physical touch. You want a /friend/ and I’m not the demon for that.”
Dazai’s hand reaches up, holding the demon’s hand against his cheek. He doesn’t want to let this go. He wants to
stop being who he is if only for a night. Just one night to be Osamu. Not the Demon Prodigy, not the Dazai Disappointment. Just /Osamu/.
“Well, now I want /you/.”
The demon is quiet for a long moment. Long enough that Dazai looks up to meet his curious gaze again.
“Well, now I want /you/.”
The demon is quiet for a long moment. Long enough that Dazai looks up to meet his curious gaze again.
He must see /something/ because he doesn’t move away again.
“So, you’re sad /and/ stupid?”
“Probably.”
The demon hums and steps closer. His presence takes up the entire apartment and Dazai can barely /breathe/. Despite being significantly taller, he feels /small/.
“So, you’re sad /and/ stupid?”
“Probably.”
The demon hums and steps closer. His presence takes up the entire apartment and Dazai can barely /breathe/. Despite being significantly taller, he feels /small/.
The demon’s hand slides up Dazai’s chest as he hums in thought.
“Do you even know /how/ an incubus feeds on a human?” he asks in a deep, sultry voice.
/That/ gives Dazai something to do as he nods and steps forward to grab the bowl of blood, not seeing the demon blink in
“Do you even know /how/ an incubus feeds on a human?” he asks in a deep, sultry voice.
/That/ gives Dazai something to do as he nods and steps forward to grab the bowl of blood, not seeing the demon blink in
confusion and turn to watch him. Dazai presents the bowl of blood and the demon wrinkles his nose, stepping back.
“What is /that/ for?” he asks. Dazai frowns as he glances from the blood and back to the demon.
“It said to offer virgin blood as payment,” Dazai says.
“What is /that/ for?” he asks. Dazai frowns as he glances from the blood and back to the demon.
“It said to offer virgin blood as payment,” Dazai says.
“Who the /fuck/ said I wanted blood? That’s /disgusting/.”
Dazai sets the bowl down and grabs the book from the ground.
“Uh...this book?”
“Give me that,” the demon snaps, snatching the book from Dazai’s hands and opening it. He skims through it before rolling his eyes.
Dazai sets the bowl down and grabs the book from the ground.
“Uh...this book?”
“Give me that,” the demon snaps, snatching the book from Dazai’s hands and opening it. He skims through it before rolling his eyes.
“Oh, /Christianity/.” He tosses the book aside and grabs Dazai’s tie. He drags him forward and slams him against the wall, drawing a gasp from Dazai’s lips. “I don’t want your blood. It’s not worth anything.”
“So...you just want my soul?” Dazai asks. The demon’s eyebrows furrow.
“So...you just want my soul?” Dazai asks. The demon’s eyebrows furrow.
“What am I supposed to do with a soul?”
“Uh...I don’t know. Eat it, I guess?”
“Humans are so /fucking weird/.” The demon shuts up any retort Dazai is preparing with a searing kiss. Dazai hums into the embrace, kissing back desperately. “You don’t know /anything/, do you?”
“Uh...I don’t know. Eat it, I guess?”
“Humans are so /fucking weird/.” The demon shuts up any retort Dazai is preparing with a searing kiss. Dazai hums into the embrace, kissing back desperately. “You don’t know /anything/, do you?”
“Teach me, then.” Dazai replies, smirking when the demon pauses.
“Oh yeah, sweetheart?” he rumbles. “You want a /demonstration/?”
Dazai nods, breathless as he lets his head rest back against the wall. The demon teases Dazai’s crotch again with a smirk.
“Oh yeah, sweetheart?” he rumbles. “You want a /demonstration/?”
Dazai nods, breathless as he lets his head rest back against the wall. The demon teases Dazai’s crotch again with a smirk.
“First of all, demons like /things/. Anything with value is what we want. Souls are useless and blood is worthless. But you don’t seem like you would have a problem with /that/.”
It’s with these words that Dazai realizes that, despite his best efforts to find a supernatural
It’s with these words that Dazai realizes that, despite his best efforts to find a supernatural
being to be his friend that wouldn’t want his money, he’s been drawn right into a trap.
“Demons are /capitalists/?” He doesn’t even really mean to /ask/, he just blurts it out and the demon stares at him for a long moment before /laughing/ at him.
“Demons are /capitalists/?” He doesn’t even really mean to /ask/, he just blurts it out and the demon stares at him for a long moment before /laughing/ at him.
“Sorry to rain on your parade,” he says, even while his skilled fingers make Dazai’s knees shake. “As for what I’ll /do/ for you, well…” he trails off, one hand never leaving Dazai’s pussy.
He can feel himself getting wet at just this stimulation and he wants the demon
He can feel himself getting wet at just this stimulation and he wants the demon
/inside him/ so badly.
The demon’s other hand reaches back to grip and squeeze Dazai’s ass again as his lips travel up Dazai’s neck and collarbones. His teeth sink in, leaving hickeys blooming across Dazai’s skin. “I can make you feel /so/ good.”
Dazai is already convinced.
The demon’s other hand reaches back to grip and squeeze Dazai’s ass again as his lips travel up Dazai’s neck and collarbones. His teeth sink in, leaving hickeys blooming across Dazai’s skin. “I can make you feel /so/ good.”
Dazai is already convinced.
“Please,” Dazai whispers.
Suddenly, the demon’s hands leave him only to tear his slacks off and slide them down his legs. Dazai braces himself against the wall, frantically pushing his glasses up so he can watch the demon lean in to breathe a warm puff of air against
Suddenly, the demon’s hands leave him only to tear his slacks off and slide them down his legs. Dazai braces himself against the wall, frantically pushing his glasses up so he can watch the demon lean in to breathe a warm puff of air against
Dazai’s boxers. His body clenches around nothing.
“You’d need to get your pretty little pussy ready for me, though.”
Dazai can barely muster a confused grunt as the teasing stimulation slowly drives him /insane/. “I can make my cock as big as I want and I wanna fuck you /raw/.
“You’d need to get your pretty little pussy ready for me, though.”
Dazai can barely muster a confused grunt as the teasing stimulation slowly drives him /insane/. “I can make my cock as big as I want and I wanna fuck you /raw/.
I wanna stretch you out until you can even /imagine/ taking a dick smaller than mine.”
“Then /do it/,” Dazai snaps. He wants it so bad. His body is /begging/ to be opened up and /taken/. He hasn’t felt like this /ever/ and it’s new and exciting and he feels /alive/.
“Then /do it/,” Dazai snaps. He wants it so bad. His body is /begging/ to be opened up and /taken/. He hasn’t felt like this /ever/ and it’s new and exciting and he feels /alive/.
So, of course, this is when the demon steps back with a smirk. Dazai, near delirium, blinks in confusion, reaching out to bring the demon back.
The demon keeps going, stepping back into the circle of salt and holding his hand up.
“Summon me on purpose and I’ll fuck you as
The demon keeps going, stepping back into the circle of salt and holding his hand up.
“Summon me on purpose and I’ll fuck you as
much as you want.”
Dazai can’t even feel his /legs/. He’s sure he’s covered in hickeys and his brain is foggy with lust.
“How am I supposed to summon you if I don’t know your name?”
“You’re a genius, right? Figure it out, gorgeous,” he says before /winking/ and snapping his
Dazai can’t even feel his /legs/. He’s sure he’s covered in hickeys and his brain is foggy with lust.
“How am I supposed to summon you if I don’t know your name?”
“You’re a genius, right? Figure it out, gorgeous,” he says before /winking/ and snapping his
fingers. With that he /disappears/. Presumably back to hell or the demon realm or /wherever/. Dazai slides down the wall, unable to hold himself up anymore. He’s shaking and /horny/ and his head is spinning.
He just got /blue-balled/ by a /sex demon/.
He just got /blue-balled/ by a /sex demon/.
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