Moxley's Girl [Dean x Naomi]

Summon Me 1/2

Succubi AU

(A/N am I gonna stop with these supernatural Naomi fics? one day but  not today! anyways ive been toying with this idea for like a few days  now. smut in the next one!)

“Why the fuck do I need so many fucking black candles!” Jon Moxley growled out as he set the candles in the exact shape the Book of Shadows instructed him to.

“Can't believe I'm doing this shit.” Jon grumbled pressing the beer bottle to his lips as he stood snatching up the old withered book with his other hand. In his drunken state he wasn't particularly sure how he acquired said book or why was he gathering shit to attempt to do a spell from said book. He didn't even believe in this shit in the first place!

But here he was, drunk at two am on a Sunday, trying to summon a motherfucking demon...succubi to be correct but tomato, tomato! Flopping down on the ground he looked down at the book

“Alright.” He slurred out loud as his eyes scanned over the shit he needed, he was pretty sure he gotten everything. “Now light the candles clockwise.” He read. Digging into his leather jacket pocket he pulled out his zippo and started to light the candles one by one. Once he was finished he looked back at the book, squinting as he read the next step. “Fucking shit, this shit need blood?!” This shit was getting into a territory he shouldn’t be fucking with…. well...he was already this far and what's one more terrible life altering mistake to add to the collection.

Slipping the butterfly knife from his boot he skillfully opened it slicing his palm quickly before closing it and tucking it back into his boot. Letting a good amount of blood gather in his palm Jon read over the rest of the spell, he needed an offering too, something sweet preferably.  The Book of Shadows recommended tropical fruits, it even listed lychee and mangoes by name. And Jon didn't have either of those, shit he didn't even know what the fuck a lychee was he did see that he could offer some rum which he had plenty of.

After he placed a healthy amount of his blood in a shallow dish he grabbed a shot glass and filled it with some gold rum, the book said it was the best choice. While filling up the shot glass he grabbed an apple just so he could offer some fruit…

Once again he can't believe he's doing this and that he was taking it serious...blame the liquor.

“This shit better work!” he grumbled to himself as he staggered back over to the altar, setting the offerings besides the bowl of blood. “That's the last of it.” He said as he looked at the list. Now time for the actual ‘summoning’ part, he was still very skeptical that this shit was going to work.

He was pretty sure he butchered about 95% of the text he had to read, but he'd like to defend himself by saying he doesn't speak Latin and he never planned on speaking it in the first place.

Now that being said, when he uttered the last word and nothing happened he didn't know how to to feel.,.he was expecting anything to happen but he couldn't help but to feel a slight disappointment.
He even waited and still nothing happened.

“Bullshit...I fucking knew it.” He grumbled out he stood up heading towards the bathroom to wrap up his wound, not noticing the black candles going out when he closed the bathroom door.

Exactly at 3 am.

Appearing in the middle of green and black swirling smoke Naomi stepped a heeled foot out of the portal followed by the other one, her calculating brown eyes sweeping over the altar landing on the so called ‘offering’.

“Rum and an apple.” She murmured, her voice was a bit raspy, since she was awoken from her slumber. Using her pointed tail she wrapped it around the apple and placed it in her palm, a small smirk spreading across her red lips. She found it ironic that whoever summoned her would leave such a holy fruit. Sacred fruit of the all powerful mother Goddess. Naomi took a bite of the fruit before reaching down to grab the shot of rum the blood disappearing from the bowl as she swept her hand near it. A shiver of pleasure running down her back as she did so.  As she down the shot she starting to walk around the area, her eyes wandering the area.

It was a modest place, she could tell it was a man who summoned her, the very masculine smell that permeated the air was a dead giveaway of that. And from what she could tell he liked his beer, since there was a few empty bottles laying around.
“Fresh at least.” She hummed to herself, as she tucked a black and green trestle of hair behind her ear, careful not to catch it on her curved black horns. Nothing worse than the smell of stagnant beer...okay other than rotten flesh that smell is the worse. Her nose scrunched up at the mere thought of that.

You know...there was a lot of things Jon expected to see when he exited his bathroom.

A sexy ass woman scandalously clad in leather wasn't on the that list. Jon eyes roamed the woman, while he couldn't see her face based on her body he could tell she was banging. Like seriously her ass was honestly so fucking fat, like he haven't seen anything like it in his life...it might be the fact that she seemed to have a fully functioning tail attached to it.

Rubbing his face Jon closed his eyes thinking he was hallucinating, he hasn't been to bed so it was 100% possible but when he opened his eyes to see that she was still there but had turned to face him with the most seductive look on her face he knew this was real.

He finally was able to see her face and fuck! She was fucking gorgeous, even with the horns and tail…

Wait Jon let's take a moment to realize what is happening.

There is a Demon in your room.

You summoned a fucking demon.

“I'm actually a succubus, there's a difference.” Jon jumped when the woman spoke. Her voice causing a shiver to run down his back. It was a soft but rich tone it held a seductive edge to it that sounded like music to his ears. Looking back at her he noticed that she had made herself comfortable on his bed, her legs crossed as she sat in the middle of it. Her pointed tail swishing about causally as she ate the apple he left for her.

“No offense toots but who the fuck are you?” He asked as he leaned against the door frame. He was going to approached this as levelheaded as he could but again demon...excuse him succubi was on his bed.

“I’ve been called many names over the years, but I'm fond of the name Naomi these days.” She purred out as she crossed her legs again, smirking when she noticed his eyes dropped down to them,she could see the lust flare in his eyes.

“And who are you baby?”

Jon had to tear his eyes off her legs to look at her in the eyes. “Jon.” He answered as he licked his bottom lip.

“Well Jon...tell me. Why did you summon me?” Naomi asked in a low tone, leaning back on her hands as she looked at the rather handsome man. ‘What can I do for you.”