"Love is anything but blind" Akira Fudo x reader [COMPLETE]

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"Try me, might fight
Fist fuck, on sight"
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The rave was a bit of a blur, or at least the first part was. Y/n's first memory was being seated at the edge of the large building, her eyes scanning the mass of moving bodies under the strobe lights. There was a sweet smell in the room, but she couldn't pin point it.

There was a topless girl stratling her knee, trying to hone her attention, but y/n wasn't interested in the least bit. It wasnt until the girl was snatched up by what could only be a long scaly serpent and was crushed in its jaws did y/ n's hairs stand on end.

Y/n was on high alert now. The sweet smell was stronger, and a bit familiar. She hopped up on her seat as people in the room began transforming into monsters around her. Blood painted her face as she dipped and dodged under impending doom.

All the while, her body started tingling. Her skin was actively getting warmer and her joints were locking up, seemingly working against her.

Then suddenly, she heard a scream, a familiar one.
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The growl that racked through Akira's body as he ripped through flesh was unmatched. The claw extensions to his body, the wings, the blood, it was all so new and excitedly. He felt as if he was in another person's skin.

The Devilman paused for a split second, his solid eyes rolling back as his nose filled with this familiar scent. Only he knew exactly what it was. Lust. With new ferocity, he began ending lives faster.

It was until the room was almost empty that he noticed the entity across the room. Not a human, but not quite a demon either. It had wide feathery wings, and claws like knives. The creature had dragon jointed legs, causing it to sit up on its haunches as it ripped the head off of a lowly demon. But what piqued his interest was the mass of horns on its head, starting at it's temple and flowing down its back down it's tail.

Akira's body burned now.

The last body fell to the ground and in an instant they were all over each other, nips and biting and endless growling.

Ryo packed up his camera and moved to the door, preparing to wait in his car.
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"What the fuck?" Y/n groaned as she at up. She had a terrible headache and her body was extremely sore.

"Good, you're awake."
A voice called out. Y/n flinched, squinting under the fluorescent lights. There were two males in the room. One dressed in white, and another dressed in black.

"Who the hell are you?" Y/n snapped.
"My name is Ryo Atsuka. I'm a good friend of Akira's" the white haired male replied, gesturing to the guy with the black hair.

"Akira...?" That familiar smell flooded y/n's senses, making her pinch her nose and yell.

"YOU SMELL GOOD, GET OUT!" She barked, squeezing her eyes shut to combat her headache.

"SO DO YOU, THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING??" He yelled back, crossing his lean arms. Before y/n could respond, Ryo interjected.

"The smell you two are smelling is lust. It's common between demons of similar age."

"Demons??" Y/n perked up. Ryo's voice became low, the sincerity drumming in her ears.

"You, y/n l/n, are a Devilman."
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"So what Im a fucking cartoon villain now? What is this?" Y/n huffed frustratedly.

"What happened last night?"

"We fucked." Akira replied partly in sympathy and party to make her even more aggressive.

"WELL THATS FUCKING GREAT." She yelled, falling back onto the clean white sheets with a groan.

"I know right, best I've ever had." Akira smirked.
"Shut the fuck up, I'll kill you." Y/n replied as the door to hospital type room swung open. A woman with a eerily wide smile rolled two carts stacked with food in.

"You'll eat here. I'm sure you've noticed that your appetites have increased." Ryo stated. While Akira dug in immediately, stuffing his face with food, y/n held back.

"Are you telling, or asking?" She asked, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow.

"It's okay y/n, you can trust him." Akira mumbled, mouth full of food. Y/n's sharp gaze flicked between Akira and Ryo. He didn't smell like a human, nor did he smell like a Devilman or a demon.

Gingerly, she began eating, still on high alert.
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