Demogorgon X Reader

Truth or Dare

The couch suddenly felt really comfortable, seemingly identical to my bed. It was a familiar feeling, the powerful urge to sleep, yet I no longer felt the motivation to resist it. I let my conciousness slip away, and far out in the back of my mind, I was faintly aware that I had slumped up against the demogorgon, who was also nodding off. Even fainter, I felt him lay his arm over my midsection. I didn't protest; I allowed myself to release all my mistrust and wariness of him and just lean into him. 

The first thing I felt as I awakened was an arm across my torso. I was wide awake quickly, and I realized it was the demogorgon. We had slept together all night, like Steve Harrington did with his girlfriend of the week. For the longest time, I just lay there, and I found I liked the feel of his touch. I could stay like this for an eternity, perfectly comfortable with sleeping up against the former terror of Hawkins, just leaning into his grasp and being lulled by his heartbeat... 

Stop right now. This is all wrong, and you're acting like one  of Steve's sluts.

Yet I couldn't help but feel this way about him. I was guilty about it- why him, of all there was out there- but then what could I say? I wasn't sure if I had fidgeted or the demogorgon had sensed my tense mood, because he awakened and noticed that I was awake, and had been for a few minutes.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine. I've just been... Thinking."

"Okay?"

"I should probably get going now," I replied, getting up and heading for the staircase, but the demogorgon stopped me.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I-I love you."

My face flushed red, and I could sense heat spreading across my face.

"I do to," I replied, hesitating a little.

With a sudden urge, I walked over and wrapped him in a hug. Caught off guard, the demogorgon paused, them slowly embraced me about my midsection. The hug was slow and somewhat intimate- there was a chest to chest thing going on. I let it last.

"Would you rather play football with the demogorgon, or play rugby with the hydra?" A devious, eager light lit Mike's eyes as he studied me, eager for an answer.

"Oh Jesus..." I moaned. That was a hard one. At least I pretty much knew how to play both, but both D&D characters were ferocious with superhuman- monster to be accurate- strength; any game that involved tackling or being tackled by supernatural monsters would be politely passed off by me. 

"Well... Shit. Football." 

Mike nodded, grinning. At least in both games there was the same outcome: getting trampled into turf while the menacing opposition gave you a good smoking. Besides, more of this could be expected, since sports and wrestling their favorite D&D friends wasn't high on the list for Mike or his friends. It was my turn. I turned to Chelsea.

"Truth or-"

"DARE!!" She cut me off with a yell that got the attention of the surrounding lunch tables and scared Dustin so bad he dropped his lunch tray on the ground.

 He flipped Chelsea off with a grimace.

"You know what kind of sicknesses I can get if I eat this shit you made me drop?"

"Well then, don't eat it! The trash is right there," she retorted.

Dustin's eyes went wide and Will snickered 

"No way! I'll starve to death!"

Chelsea gave me a 'is he for real?' look before replying

"People have gone for five weeks without food, you know. It's called being hardcore." 

The rebellious girl turned back to me. 

"Anyways...?"

"I dare you to... Throw Dustin's ketchup at Troy."

Mike gasped and covered his mouth, but Chelsea got down to business, swooping up Dustin's opened ketchup packet and pitching it at Troy.  

"Hey!" Dustin yelled, grabbing for his ketchup, but it was already sailing through the air. It hit Troy in the waistband of his jeans, exploding with a loud splatter. Faster than a bullet, Chelsea spun around, turning her back on the victim so it looked like she was innocent. Taking cue, everyone else looked away, and we pretended that we were in deep conversation. Still Troy got up and ominously approached our table.

"Oh you're gonna regret that," he snarled. 

Dustin and Chelsea looked up, feigning confusion. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" 

Troy scowled at me.

"One of you retards ketchup-bombed my ass. Can't you see?"

He turned to show us the red splotch on his belt and underwear waistband, which was visible above his jeans. 

"Is that really necessary?" Chelsea leaned away from her victim's ketchup spattered butt.

"Anyways, none of us did it, but I swear I saw that fat kid over there with the coca-cola glasses and mop-hair throw a ketchup packet," Will added, pointing to the match of the description.

Troy stormed off and began giving the false culprit a hard time, yelling incoherently at him and sharking him with the help of his other minion when he tried to get up. I, like the other team members, was on my last leg with laughter.

"You look like you're gonna blow up," the demogorgon noted. 

I still couldn't forget the look on Troy's face when he discovered the ketchup on his underwear, and how dim-witted he was, being tricked into sharking the wrong kid.

"Oh. I was playing truth or dare with my friends, and I dared Chelsea to ketchup-bomb Troy. The reaction was priceless!" I explained with a giggle. 

"What's ketchup?" The demogorgon asked. 

I nearly laughed.

"It's like this red stuff that people put on food sometimes. It's made out of tomatoes."

"Okay..." He sounded like he was still question of what I had said, but didn't say anything else. 

The demogorgon went on to explain that he had spied on the Devil, as I re-labeled the Master, through the broken attic window, and that he had been nearly face to face with it a few times and still had gone unnoticed. For all the clout and power and satanic magic he controlled, the Devil seemed like a real retard. 

"Truth or dare?" I asked. 

We had somehow managed to get ourselves caught up in a match of truth or dare.

"I'll stick with truth."

For a supernatural monster, the demogorgon was kind of chicken. But so was I. I sucked in a deep breath.

"Okay. How much do you love me?"

The demogorgon stood away from the wall and began towards me.

"This much..."

He took my mouth in his, catching me off guard. I hesitated, then decided to hold the kiss, backing up slowly until we reached the couch. I lay down on my back, letting him crouch over me. I hooked my legs over his hips, wrapping my hands over his muscular shoulders. He began to work his way down my neck, biting me gently on the collarbone. The demogorgon stopped and paused, in that moment of hesitation, I leaned up and possessed him again, working my hands up and down his back and shoulders. 

"Feisty now, are we?" He joked, running his hand down my side, coming up and across my chest. 

"Possessive," I replied, rubbing up against my partner's chest, wrapping my legs over his hips. We stayed like this for a while, several hours maybe, just making out and eventually sleeping- at least for now...