Imagine Kurt going to a Halloween Party, dressed up like a Demon because Peter convinced him to do it. (”Dude, you look awesome! You’ll totally get chicks!” did it for him).
Title: This is Halloween. Pairing: Implied! Kurt Wagner x (Female)Reader. Words: 1429. Rating: T(Mentions of sex).
The night is still considerably young, it’s only about Nine PM. Peter left Kurt’s side about half an hour ago to go talk with a group of girls, who seem to be falling for his charm. Or at least, it appeared so from where Kurt was standing. Rather awkwardly. Shuffling from side to side for a few seconds, Kurt moves his drink from his left hand to his right and looks around the room. There’s music playing, something unfamiliar to Kurt, but Peter seemed to recognize it as he exclaimed, “I LOVE THIS SONG.” making the group of girls he was surrounded by giggle in excitement.
There was no doubt in Kurt’s mind that Peter had something to drink, even if it was a little. His metabolism worked quickly, and alcohol had its effects rather fast on Peter.
Peter perks up, glancing over at Kurt with a smile on his face. “That’s my friend, the one I was telling you about the other day.” Peter chuckled, giving a rather cheeky grin and leaned towards you, the only person he actually knew at the party, other than Kurt. Which was ironic enough, as you were the one who invited him along.
“Isn’t he cute?” He whispered to you and bumped into your side.
*demon music plays* this... Is the story of a nightmare.....A DEMON THAT STRIKES HEALTHY TEENAGERS and turns them into monsTERS.... Beware. The diseased sick brain..... *eerie melody* .... Inside the horrors and terror of H E L L .......
Rating: R/Mature for yet another attempt at smut from me
You had watched Supernatural for years, not that Supernatural really has any relevance to this, but when a certain episode played one day, you decided to test to see if what they did on the show would actually work. You drove for miles, driving to your nearest crossroads. You had collected all the supplies that the boys had used on the show: A photograph of yourself, graveyard dirt, and a black cat bone which may or may not have been hard for you to get or not.
“Here goes nothing.” You whispered under your breath as you stepped out of your vehicle, grabbing up the box you would be burying and your shovel.
As you began to big the hole, you were feeling a bit silly about it and almost stopped, but you figured what could it really hurt. It’s not like it’s actually going to work, you thought.
“You really think that this wasn’t going to work? Such a naive human being.” You hear behind you and begin to feel fear run through your entire being.
You turned around and looked the demon in the eyes, and became confused.
“Aren’t you Michael Clifford from 5 Seconds of Summer?” You ask, looking the now dyed blonde haired man in the eyes.
“Demons like to have fun every once in a while, too.” He says, giving you a cocky look.
“So does that mean the other three are demons as well?” You ask, not caring about what you had wanted to ask the Michael Clifford the demon anymore.
“Yeah we are. These boys were quite useful and well me and the other demons like to play music as well, so we figured why not start a band.” He says, chuckling to himself.
You were still about confused about all this. How had this worked?
“You’re really wondering why this actually worked? Haven’t you ever wondered why Supernatural has been on for the last 10 years, but is now ending for some reason or another? They didn’t just make up a crossroads demon for the Hell of it.” Michael says, beginning to circle around you, making you extremely nervous.
You stared at the man as he continued to walk around you, looking him dead in the eyes, but unable to talk.
“Since you were obviously just fucking around about this, how about you head home and forget that this every happened.” He says, nodding his head towards your car, sending you home.
“I do want something, though. Someone to love me, or at least care for me.” You state, feeling the lonliness that you experienced almost everyday even though you were only (your age).
“How about this. Instead of you making some form of deal with me, I’ll come visit you every month for the next five years, and if you still want someone to care for you, I’ll leave this body and give the real Michael Clifford back his body. He would probably like that actually. He misses being able to write his own music and play his own instrument all the time.” Demon Michael states, and begins chuckling from the pain he was obviously causing to the real Mikey.
“And if I know longer want someone to care for me, what then?” You ask, confused at his propasal.
“Nothing. I like you and think you’re kind of hot, so I’m just going to let you off with a fair warning and see you next month.” He says, winking at you before disappearing.
A month seemed like a long wait to you at first, but you did have to look on the bright side of it. At least you were going to be able to keep your soul and hopefully not be sent to hell.
***A month later***
You awoke on a Saturday morning to a knock on your frornt door. Thinking nothing of it, you instantly opened your door and almost slammed it shut when Michael was standing there with a smug look on his face.
“Hey (Y/N). Did you already forget about our somewhat deal we made?” He asks, pushing the door open and walking in, kicking his shoes off and sitting down on your couch, getting himself comfortable.
“I honestly did for a second there. It’s nice to see you again. What would you like to do?” You ask him, sitting down beside him, beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable.
“Well you said that you wanted to feel loved. I have a lot in plan on making you feel loved.” He says, moving closer to you and beginning to make a hickey on the side of your neck, causing you to let out a low moan.
“You have had sex before, right?” He asks, almost as if he were asking permission which shocked you since he was a demon and you didn’t think demons would be so respectful. You shook your head no at him as he continued to make his way around your clothed body, making you feel extremely tingly inside.
“I’m going to take your clothes off now, as long as you’re ok with it.” He states, waiting for you to answer him before pulling off your shirt and jeans, leaving you only in your bra and undies.
“Are you sure you want your first time to be with a demon?” He asks, as he undid you bra and sucked on your breasts, causing you to let out another moan.
“I don’t think I would care if you were the devil himself if you continue to do that.” You mumble, extremely turned on by his gestures.
“Herself. It’s the queen of Hell. Miley Cyrus is actually the ruler of Hell.” He states, causing a look of shock to appear on your face, making Michael laugh.
“You’re so cute when you’re confused or shocked. You just make the cutest face.” He says, moving some of your hair that had fallen into your face and bringing his lips down to yours, passionately kissing you.
“I know that I said this will be my first time, but please no foreplay.” You state, having read too many fanfictions and smuts online to even want to think about foreplay.
“Whatever you wish, princess.” He whispers into your ear, quickly taking off his clothes and pulling out a condom from his jeans pocket. He wripped the wrapped and pumped himself a few times before places the condom over his large dick.
“You know, I really shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am. Demons don’t normally form these kinds of feelings towards humans, but there’s something about you. Or maybe it’s just this vessel I’ve taken over. He could be your soul mate, you know.” Michael says as he begins to line himself up at your entrance, slowly pushing himself into you, allowing you to get used to his size.
“What do you mean soul mate? Those can’t exist.” You state, nodded at him to move from you getting used to his size.
“If demons exist, anything can. Honestly though, I think he may be your soul mate. There’s just this tug I feel towards you and that’s the only thing I can think that can explain these feelings. I have never, no offense, felt this way about another human as I do with you right now.” He says, beginning to pick up his pace, causing you to cease your talking from the pleasure you were beginning to feel from his thrusts.
“Holy shit, that feels so good.” You mutter out as you begin to feel something in the pit of your stomach, almost instantly hitting your climax, clenching around Michael with a loud moan emitted from your mouth.
“Oh my god, that felt so good.” Michael moans out as he releases into the condom, a smile plastured on his face.
“What?” You ask him, a bit confused from the look on his face.
“I’ve never done that with a human either.” He states, a wider smile appearing on his face.
“What, had sex?” You ask him, confused at his confession.
“No. Had an orgasm. You’re something special, (Y/L/N). I may have to keep you around.” He states, causing your heart to flutter in your chest. But just as quickly he was able to make you feel loved, he managed to just as quickly make you feel like shit. He was already up and getting dressed, preparing himself to leave.
“Where are you going?” You ask, confusion and irritation heard in your voice.
“I am a rockstar, (Y/N). I have a career to pursue.” He simply states as he quickly vanishes out of thin air, leaving you alone by yourself to think about what had just happened with you and Michael.
I went back and watched this video for about the fifth time, but there is still something about it that makes me uneasy. Tyler just seems incredibly somber. I don’t know if he’s upset about being asked to explain the songs in which he obviously said everything he wanted to. I don’t know if it’s him reliving his demons without the music playing and josh by his side. I don’t know what it is.