A Demon's Love | Demon!Shane Madej x Reader

Piece One

WARNING: VERY STEAMY SCENE (16+) GOES DOWN HERE BC THIS AINT A xREADER UNTIL THERE'S A FEW HOT SCENES .......pls don't report me I'll give a warning when it starts. Don't interact with the said scene if you're under 16. Seriously. If you do, I'm not responsible nor liable for that. 

"So. Where have you two been?" Ryan asked, laying comfortably on his bed with his arms crossed. He was in the hotel-supplied robe, white and fluffy, his eyes like a cat's ready to pounce. 

"Uhh," Shane said. "Out. Places," 

"Really? So you two aren't  the ones who broke into the Amityville House?" 

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, all innocent-like. Ryan turned on the TV, showing the news, where a video of two mysterious figures appeared to be breaking into a home. 

"If you know anything about this, please contact your local police station," the woman on the news announced. 

"That's your jacket. The height difference shows. And why would someone break into a haunted house?" 

"Ryan. Remember last night, when I was basically possessed?" 

"How can I forget? I was terrified more than usual,"

"There was a voice. It kept talking to me, and it didn't leave me alone until we got this," Y/N explained, taking from Shane's hand the pizza-shaped item. In the light, it was a golden color, with odd encryptions grooved into it. The other side was flat and smooth. 

"What is this?" he asked, taking it into his hands and examining it. 

"I dunno. Shane got it and the voice just... stopped. It's so quiet now but I dunno what to do with this," 

Everyone got quiet as Ryan continued analyzing the piece. He traced his fingers over the encryptions, over and over again, deep in thought. 

"Ryan?" Shane asked. "You good, man?" 

"Hmm?" he responded, shaking his head out of a trance. "Yeah, I'm good. Listen, it's midnight. I stayed up to confront you two. I'm tired, and I should've been in bed hours ago." 

"Right. Do you want to shower first, Y/N?" Shane asked. 

"I'll join later, you get the piss off your hand." 

"Piss?" Ryan questioned, incredibly concerned. "Nevermind. I'm going to sleep. We talk about this tomorrow. At St. James. Goodnight, you two." 

Ryan returned the golden piece, which the author will now call 'Slice', and went to his bed, making himself comfortable. Shane grabbed his pajamas, cowboy ones, and entered the shower. Nearly an hour passed, and Y/N got worried. What's he doing in the shower that long? 

*steamy scene starts*

Y/N knocked on the door, gentle as to not wake Ryan up, and the running water stopped. Y/N froze, tiptoeing back to the bed so they're not accused of perversion. 

"Y/N!" Shane called from the bathroom. "Can you help me real quick?" 

"Uh, sure!" Y/N answered, walking back to the door. "What do you need?" 

"Are there any towels outside?" 

"Towels?" 

Y/N looked around, finding neatly rolled up towels in a stand next to the sink. They grabbed two and knocked. 

"I got-" Y/N started before Shane opened the door. Steam hit Y/N, the humidity making them sweat, and Shane was not helping. He hid his bottom half behind the door, but Y/N could still see his chest. Blushing, Y/N looked away and put their hands out, holding the towels waiting for Shane to grab them. They only hoped their blushing wasn't too obvious. 

"Could you come a little closer? I can't reach," he asked, moving back to let Y/N in. Y/N followed, moving to the cusp of the doorway. Still avoiding Shane's gaze, Y/N tripped and fell forward. Shane tried to catch them but ended up breaking Y/N's fall. 

Now Y/N was on top of a naked Shane, their eyes meeting. Y/N could feel his skinship, warm body, and the fresh smell of hotel shampoo. 

"Here's your towel, I'm sorry!" Y/N apologized, shoving the damp towels in Shane's chest. Y/N got up and left, closing the door and back to the bed. Shane didn't leave the bathroom for another 20 minutes, exiting completely dressed in pajamas for bed. During that 20 minutes, Y/N pretended to sleep on one side of the bed. They peeked, listening to Shane's actions, in a juxtaposition of whether they wanted Shane to sleep in the same bed or not. 

Minutes passed, and Y/N's side was still empty. Y/N turned and saw that Shane was sleeping next to Ryan. 'Understandable' Y/N thought and turned back around. 

*steamy scene ends*

The next morning the trio began packing. After last night, Y/N couldn't bring themselves to even look at Shane. The air between them was tense, especially when their legs touched while in the backseat. Y/N never dared a glance at Shane, though they felt his eyes on them. Ryan drove the hours-long drive, cameraperson Raia in the passenger seat. Raia and Ryan talked, filling the air with their conversation, but it couldn't cover up the attraction between Y/N and Shane. 

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F*ckING HATE MYSELF FOR THAT SCENE. 

If this haunts me in the future, I didn't do it. And if by some twisted sense of fate, Shane Madej or anyone personally associated with him reads this, I'm so so so sorry. 

Fun fact: I based the bathroom design off of an actual hotel I stayed at. There wasn't a sink in the bathroom and the showerhead was like 5 feet from the floor, max (sorry to all y'all average and above people). Poor design ngl.