Unlikely [Demon!Luke]

Chapter 1

AN I've decided this one is demon Luke, because who doesn't love demon sex? I'm naming your little sister Maddie. PS don't play Ouija in your house that's like the worst thing you could do. Enjoy xx

Warning: demon smut

Your POV

I should have seen enough scary movies and television shows to know that Ouija boards are not to be messed with. So why am I sitting here in the middle of my living room with my little sister next to me? She wanted to know if dogs went to heaven, and so when I said yes she begged me to try and contact him. I should have said no.

"Come on, Y/N!" her tiny voice screamed at me. "I wanna talk to Gizmo!" We named him Gizmo after my sister saw Gremlins for the first time. Poor little guy passed away way before his time was up. Car accident.

"Maddie, I don't know if you can contact dogs with a Ouija board."

"Can't we just try?"

"I guess," I sighed. We put our fingers on the thing that you put it on, I forget what it's called. "Is there anyone here?" I asked. "Is there anyone here with us?"

The wind blew through the window, and our curtains moved. Maddie gasped. "Ask if it's Gizmo!" she whisper-shouted.

"Gizmo? Is that you?" The house was quiet. Even though I could feel a tingling sensation, I didn't feel the presence of our furry friend.

I felt our fingers move and the glass was placed on the word yes. Maddie gasped again. "Gizmo! I knew you couldn't leave us! I miss you so much."

"Maddie, I don't think this is Gizmo," I tell her with a warning tone.

"Why not?"

"Because dogs can't read."

"How do you know, Y/N! Maybe dead they can."

"We need to say goodbye, Maddie, this isn't Gizmo."

"Yes it is!"

"No, let me say goodbye."

"No!" She screamed and took her hands off the marker before I could say goodbye.

"Maddie! Do you know what that will do?! We just invited something into our house, something malevolent. We were supposed to say goodbye! That's the one rule!"

"I don't care, now Gizmo is here with us always."

"This isn't Gizmo."

"I'm going to bed." My little sister stomped off to her room. Great, now we have some evil spirit in our home. What the fuck. I wander off to my bed, but I can't sleep. We didn't say goodbye, and even though I tried to by myself, I'm pretty sure that I can't close that door. That spirit or ghost or even demon is now here, and it's most likely not going to go away anytime soon.

I let my arm dangle off my bed as I try to fall asleep. Right before I drift off I feel something like a tongue lick my hand. I immediately pull it back, thinking about the endless possibilities. I hesitate to look under my bed. I could either do what everyone does in horror movies and look or cower in fear. I choose the latter.

I hide under my blanket and wait to be killed. This is how I die. My blankets are being pulled off of me. Please let it be my ghost dog. When they're off, I decide to take a peek at what I see. When I remove my hands from my face, right in front of me is the face of a teenage boy.

I shriek in terror and immediately reach for my blanket. The boy pulls it away, and I'm left in my night clothes, staring up at this handsome stranger.