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Exerpts from my current WIP: Bloodlust
Over time he’d learned to stifle his desires, the room had been used a few more times for a day or so at most. He didn’t want to risk her becoming worried and raising more questions than he had answers for. A bit peculiar but nothing to arouse undue suspicion. After the first incident he’d begun to track her cycle himself so he could expect it and act accordingly. He cared for her deeply and the very last thing he wanted was to harm her. It had gotten somewhat out of hand during the times when she’d started a few days early. The faintest smell of that sweet copper and his member was straining painfully in its confines, his vision blurry with need. Devimon felt feral, like a starved animal whenever he smelt it. The scent coupled with her voluptuous body, flowing raven hair, piercing dark eyes. He wasn’t sure how she hadn’t made the connection between his sudden bouts of seclusion and her monthly visitor sooner.
They had become fairly affectionate with one another, reclining on the sofa together, sharing a soft press of lips and tender embraces, cooking and reading together… It was all he’d ever craved from a companion, all but one thing that he was loathe to admit, all but one thing to sully her with. She had become suspicious as the months passed, their bond having seemed to strengthen with each day so that his absence effected her more than it had in the beginning. He didn’t want to leave her alone, yet he struggled in her presence more than she could see. He’d begun trying to spend time with her during her menses as normally as he was able.
These times were particularly trying at first. Often he’d have to excuse himself to the bathroom, his breath coming in gasps as he trembled, hands clenched fists against the closed door. Devimon’s head burned and cock ached tortuously, his crimson eyes were dark and wild when he glanced at himself in the mirror. ‘A true monster.’ He thought. The only thing that relieved him from this all-consuming lust was to bring himself to orgasm as many times as was possible in a day without it becoming obvious. It was something he carried with shame, disgusted in himself for viewing his darling Kizuki in such a light. Perhaps it was natural, but it was the greatest conflict he faced when it came to having a tamer so far.
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Devimon entered the room quietly, velvety wings fanning behind him. He could smell her, the blood. His human partner lay on the couch, clutching a heating pad against her abdomen with one hand, the other holding the book she was reading. He eased over, deep voice coming out as more of a rumble she felt in her chest as he spoke. “You’ve began your cycle again I see.”
His head tilted in interest as he read the title of her book, ‘Guilty Pleasures.’ The corners of his mouth upturned into a smirk at the phrase. Her dark eyes leveled up at him, a blush betraying an otherwise firm expression. “How did you know ?” A long arm gestured towards the heating pad she was using without a word. Kizuki’s eyes narrowed. “I use this even when I’m not on my monthly Devi, you somehow always know when it starts, sometimes even before I do.”
She placed her book onto the coffee table and shifted to a seated position, appraising him carefully. “Why will you never tell me how ?” He sauntered over to sit next to her on the couch, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. He whispered against the soft flesh he’d just laid his lips upon. “It’s not becoming of either of us if I disclose it so bluntly, dear tamer.”
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Current fic in the works, I’ve been really enjoying writing this one. Be on the lookout for the drop of the first chapter maybe sometime tomorrow or the next day. Links to my accounts are in my bio :]
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These cards are pretty big, must be part of some kind of special release.
I got these with a lot of other vintage Devimon related cards. I’m planning to post a video going through everything that was in the lot soon :3
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Oh yeah another unnecessary opinion from me: we were robbed with the lack of cackling voice track from devimon because why is he visually cackling and then just saying “GOOD.”
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BT4-081 | Devimon
Champion | Virus | Fallen Angel
Common | Purple
[Featuring: DemiDevimon]
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I love that response lol
“The power of love is for idiots, but yeah that shit’s no joke it’d definitely kick my ass.”
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BT22-071 | Devimon
Champion | Virus | Fallen Angel | Cyber Sleuth
Common | Purple | Red
Digimon Games | Digimon Story: Cyber Sleuth
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Reader is getting harassed by an older coworker of theirs, Devimon (he/him) doesn’t like that
[[MORE]]The devil digimon was lurking around as per usual, clinging to your side like a shadow which at this point the digimon literally was, a strange ability and one he revelled in especially when used to startle elderly people at the bus stop by opening his red eyes within your shadow at them for being nosy and staring.
At this point though, he was the one who was staring, watching the way you prepared your lunch box, behind your facade of control he could see the way your fingers trembled a little, eyes narrowing as the impatient creature tsk’d in your direction taking the knife and taking over the slicing of the carrot and cucumber batons for fear of you slicing off the ends of your fingers.
He didn’t like the way you flinched, you never flinched at him you were never afraid of him, even when he was a digiegg that slowly turned shadowy black, even when he took years to hatch and came out as a literal demon bat your eyes sparkled and your arms were open for him holding him. His grip was hard on the knife, you’d gotten more and more timid since starting this job, to the point he was surprised you’d not turned into a Poyomon.
That, he sneered to himself, man in the office who you had to respect as coworker, he was barely a man barely worth respecting, when you started as an intern he’d offload his labor onto you and worse still his anger, blowing up at you at the slightest inconvenience when his work wasn’t completed because you were doing your actual job and not his paper pushing.
He released the knife placing the batons into your lunch box delicately, oh how he’d have loved to tear that man’s throat out, but it’s been hard enough for you to get a job, having a virus type digimon as a partner, it, came with discrimination even if supposedly accordingly to the law they couldn’t do that. So he’d had to bite his tongue remain a shadow pretend he hadn’t come to the office with you.
The constant exhaustion on your mind and nerves was starting to wear you down he could tell, he were becoming riddled with anxieties balancing your work and the work he loaded onto you, trying desperately to escape his temper. You’d thought once the internship was complete and you were an actual recognised worker he’d leave you alone, he couldn’t bully you as the temp staff anymore right? Unfortunately wrong.
The devil looked down on you as you clipped the lunch box shut, with claws meant for tearing and maiming, he delicately brushed the side of your face, he could see how it was hurting you, and he was now at his limit. You were never afraid of him, and yet this greying old man hag had pushed you to the point even the slightest perceived annoyance in your direction had you shrinking away. He’d had enough.
Wordlessly, he slipped back into your shadow as you bagged up your pack lunch into a work bag and headed for the door to catch the bus into the office you worked at, and he followed as always taking each step with you within the dark reflection.
Perhaps it had been petty and dangerous, but, nobody knew he was here after all, the few staff member who had digimon all had rookies who couldn’t sense his presence and this old prune well, he wasn’t surprised he didn’t have a partner, so maybe he had slipped an important paperwork or two into the shredder at the man’s desk. Maaaybe he’d caused a few ink pens to leak and made sure he didn’t have any toilet paper when he took his 30 minute break. It was all, relatively harmless stuff but it kept him distracted, and everytime he thought that man was trying to make a beeline to you, he’d fuck something else up, keeping him away.
He hadn’t accounted for the old coot to abuse his unpaid lunch break, so that when you arrived he was still there. You’d mastered the art of pretending not to look afraid, your eyes focusing entirely on the cupboards taking out your tea and placing it into a mug, putting the kettle on to boil.
“Intern pour me a coffee,” his arrogant tone almost made the demon growl.
“U-uhm, not an intern anymore sir,” but you obeyed moving to get out one of the coffee mugs.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing sir,” you knew you’d made a mistake.
“Oh I don’t think I heard nothing, are you back chatting me,” he stood up temper flaring, “I’ve had enough of a shit day of things going wrong for some nobody intern who can’t get any of the work right to think that they have a RIGHT-”
Devimon was stood over the man before he could step forward and swipe the newspaper off of the desk, without even touching him he made a strangled gasp as he stepped back.
“Nobody. Speaks to my tamer like that. Especially not the likes of you.” Though you had cowered and were clutching the counter in fear of the older man’s sudden spike in aggression, the coldness of your digimons voice and the room made you have believe he’d turned into IceDevimon. You could hear his wings slightly moving, flaring out enough to be threatening without opening all the way to be a genuinely threat could easily just be a stretching of muscle.
You felt the clawed hand of your demon gently touch your arm, and the other reached over grabbing the coffee pot that looked like it’d only recently been freshly made, the demon turned looking the old man dead in the eye as he tilted his head back, the no doubt scolding boiled black liquid being poured directly into the digimons mouth with loud obnoxious gulps, some of it even rolling out the corner of his mouths and down the front of his chest.
He put the empty pot down with a clank of force, hating that it made you jump but not breaking eye contact with the threat in the room, “Oops,” his tone a cool mock, “looks like theres none left, you’ll have to wait for the next pot. You’re 20 minutes over anyways, best get back to work. Nobody likes a nobody senior who can’t do the work right slacking off on company time.”
For what it’s worth he knew better than to try fighting a champion level digimon, leaving the room hissing something about hr and reporting, Devimon could feel you shaking through his hand, and it broke his digiheart, guiding you to sit down and opening your lunch box for you, as he made your tea as he’s watched you make countless times before. He took out the teabag, popping it in his mouth as he brought over your drink sinking into the seat across from you.
“He’s gonna get me fired Devi,,” he could see you pulling off the crust of your sandwich without really eating it, “they’re gonna call me into the office and-and-and” the delicate clawed hand holding your face stopping you in your tracks.
“They’re not. Look at me.” his thumb delicately stroking your cheek, “they won’t. Not after they get terabytes worth of footage of that asshole slacking off at work, pawning it off to you and other interns throughout the year, bullying other workers with aggressive behaviour,” he smiled as you blinked your eyes at him in both bafflement and appreciation.
“And if that’s not enough I can always put illegal content on his personal and works computer, get him arrested while we’re at it,” there was a dark glint of malice in the demons eyes and you knew he’d do it without a second thought, because he didn’t care about other people.
“l-lets, not do anything that could be like really bad for us legally if they find out you did that”
“They wouldn’t-” “Devimon,” he snickered “alright alright, because you asked nicely,”
He watched you sigh and sink into your chair, handing you a carrot baton which you nibbled on slowly, “there we go, cause we’ve only got 20 minutes,” he heard you swear a little under your breath, and he laughed warmly, he hated this whole human workplace thing.
After internal investigation, the old lemon was formally given his resignation and told to take his stuff and leave, Devimon was perched on the back of your chair watching him empty out his office and did a mock little finger wave when they made eye contact, ‘that’s right, don’t come back, trip on the stairs on the way out that’d be funny,’ the demon smirked to himself, alas, he did not die, but he was gone.
With his position now open, it caused a shuffling of staff and schedule which caused the devil much anger because he didn’t like the stress that would cause you, and he was ready to flip a table when you were called into a meeting because if they fired you he’d-
“A promotion?” he glanced he could hear the surprise in your voice and couldn’t suppress an eyeroll, good was the least they could do.
“You had been doing his work for the better part of oh uhm, your entire internship till a couple weeks ago?” the demon teased, eye flicking to the boss who squirmed a bit uncomfortably intimidated by the digimon.
“Y-yes, after review we believe you’ve shown you’re more than capable of managing what work he was in charge of, the position naturally comes with your own office, a payrise, more days off, an hours lunch unpaid,” the boss explained, handing over the work contract as well to be read and signed, “all the information you’ll need is in here,” Devimon grabbed your hand to stop you signing right away.
“Then, we will take this home and review the contract and get back to you, that’s fair right?” You didn’t want to lose out on such an opportunity! But Devimon didn’t want you to sign willy nilly and even the boss agreed and allowed for that.
“Yes of course,” he purred approvingly putting the contract in your work bag for home. It was Friday, so, you’d have the weekend to look it over, Monday to hand over the signed contract and probably start your new role then.
For the first time in a while, you had that pep in your step as you walked to the bus stop, “a promotion! This calls for celebration! Let’s get take out!” the devil chuckled warmly. There we go, there’s his human.
“I call dibs on the spring rolls if we get Chinese,” your shadow happily purred back.
