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A Demon's Regret


My stomach burbled, and I rubbed it soothingly. Soon. First I needed to make amends with my luscious, little jezebel. Coax her into her contract. Then I would get something to eat.

(Y/N) returned with a small platter full of chocolates, candies and cheeses. My eyes brightened when I saw bleu cheese! Curses, now was not the time, if I was going to attempt a seduction in a few minutes! Still, I was well pleased. I rose from my seat. I was going to have to lay it on thick; I had really fucked up.

“All this?” I pointed at the tray with my tail, knowing that humans loved it when you involved the tail in conversation. As expected, (Y/N) grinned, delighted. Excellent, off to a decent start. “Please,” I got down on one knee and took her hand, “I beg your forgiveness. I am petulant and irritable like an infant when I am hungry, and completely unworthy of your attentions. When I see you in front of me, it is like setting the bounty of a banquet before a starving man, you are everything that I desire and more.”

(Y/N) went to interrupt me, but I held up a hand, “-Please, hear me out. I’m not lying when I say you are incomparable to me, I have never bargained like this before. Thus, my answer, if you are still offering, is that I will accept your amendments to the terms.”

I stood up and spoke quickly. Having abased myself before her, I had to make sure (Y/N) agreed, or I would have made a fool of myself for nothing. I had to reel her in.

I slid my arm around her waist. (Y/N)’s eyes were big, like a does’. “Before you make your final decision, perhaps you should sample my wares?” I leaned closer to her face and touched my nose to her cheek. “Make sure you like them?” She smelled good, like whatever conditioner she must use.

As I kissed her pouty lips, I actually felt my hunger abate, (Y/N)’s reaction was so strong! Encouraged, I parted her lips with my tongue, strangely not caring that she wasn’t yet under contract. Rules were made to be broken anyway.

Towards the end of our kiss, I was stupefied to find myself losing my ability to concentrate as it became quite impassioned. I had to break away, lest I give (Y/N) more than just a sample for free.

“Uh!” I said, rather stupidly, taking a moment to recover, as I held (Y/N) and looked down into her lovely (Y/E/C) eyes. She was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed. When she licked her lips I realized I needed to let her go, or she’d soon notice I had a burgeoning erection, and perhaps think all demons were perverts. I wasn’t at all, it was just a natural physiologic reaction. At least to (Y/N)’s kisses, damn!

I sat down, grinning, and popped a chocolate in my mouth. “You’re very good at that, my sweet little nectarine! I can only hope your assessment of my talents was half as favorable as mine was of yours.” I winked at her, making her blush as she took a seat.

I took a moment to savor the chocolate in my mouth. I thought I knew what her answer would be, but I wasn’t sure. I tried not to fidget. I wanted (Y/N) now, even more than I had before. Much more. I had sampled her wares too, after a fashion. Perhaps that had been a mistake. Actually coveting my prey before contract was dangerous. Ah well, too late.

I concentrated on our agreed upon terms, the bonds, the price, and formed the contract in my hands. Without a word, I handed it to (Y/N). I was worried that anything I might say would reveal how much I wanted her to agree, that she might use that somehow.

I tried not to stare, nervous, as she read it over. It was honestly unbelievable, in a way. Most women didn’t even read it, despite it being very short, much less ask questions or demand changes!

I was horrified when (Y/N) took the end of the mechanical pencil I gave her, stabbed it into her finger, and signed it in her blood! “(Y/N)! What the devil was that for? Are you alright? Let me see!”

She looked at me, confused. At least she let me inspect her finger for bits of graphite. “I thought you had to sign contracts with Satan with your blood-“

I tittered, genuinely amused. “-I’m not Satan! Pencil or pen would have been fine, goodness gracious! Who told you that, anyway? Look, why don’t you wash your finger off with some soap so that doesn’t get infected. Do you have bandaids? Such a delicate appendage on such a lovely lady, and you’ve gone and damaged it! You should be ashamed!”

(Y/N) smiled at me and shook her injured finger. “You sign it too, Andy. The terms involve you too!”

I rolled my eyes at her, but acquiesced. (Y/N) had no way of knowing that I would cease to exist if I defied a demonic contract. I did, however, use the pencil in a sensible fashion, instead of stabbing myself and bleeding all over our agreement.

I took a moment to look at the contract, revel in what it symbolized. What it really meant. Happiness flowed through me, the feeling of complete, total conquest. This one was sweeter than any before it.

MINE. It meant (Y/N) was MINE. MINEMINEMINE. Forever!


a little viewing material to get you in the mood. a must-see, really, whether you like the music or not. haha! trust me...

Panic! At The Disco's video for 'Emperor's New Clothes'



I try! ;3


Working on it! <3

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I hope you're feeling better!

Naughty Naughty Naughty! :)

Merelan Merelan

Oh, coolness... can't wait to read that chapter! :)

Merelan Merelan


I know, right? Haha! I think it might be even fluffier than my Santa oneshot. But never fear- I never provide fluff unbalanced by filth. Heh.

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