#The Ugly Succubus

[britishhiphop]

DanFromUpstairs ft. BrokenPen - The Ugly Succubus [Video]

‘The Ugly Succubus‘ explores the tenuous relationship that we as humans have with temptation, and the constant battle between being true to yourself, and being led astray by dark influences. This subject matter is all performed in rap form by the featured artist, BrokenPen over a beat from Brighton-based music fanatic DanFromUpstairs, which at first is upbeat and explosive, but then morphs…

[cloudabserk]

i like how armand and lestat talk about “calling” each other like they just talk all the time on their vampire radio. anyway ipad to ipad communication

[purewhitedevil]

random starter - @caliburn​ 

Perhaps one of these hole-things did not end on where it should be than being outside of the fields, in a village but something worse. They were ended up inside a goblin-nested elven fortress, surrounded by several corpses which were all female. One who was like, shoved up entrails like a pig, other was burned alive and another were a pincushion which explains the arrow landings and the other one recently via suicide.

What an ironic setback. Either these must be the locals from a ward that got here or merely villagers, nobody knows.

“Talk about bad landing.” Albedo waggled her head off to see that it was only lit up because of the corpse-filled torch around their east. She wakes up the female white-gowned servant next to her.

“Wake up. We need to get out of this place before...” What do you know, goblins just got back and they seemed not to be friendly but vicious with those grins on their faces.

3F was drawn, she’s ready to behead goblins and out of this place.

[kandipop]

The Christmas gremlin is coming.

[vinegar-doppio-official]

HATE having crushes on people specially while on a committed relationship please stop living in my head rent free I literally saw you picking your nose and you don't pay your subway tickets on the daily literally WHAT does my animal brain find intriguing and enticing about your ass??? You're a bad boy caricature but sadly knowing how cringe it is doesn't save me from the allure of it all

[meo-eiru]

*cracks knuckles* here I am again. this time with Micah as my victim

so at first,

you definitely should add some more story to him. so far, if I'm being honest, he feels a bit too plain to me. but oh boy, what a potential I see here!

alright lets begin

omg look at him! such a hypocrite! how smart it is, to put all blame on MC while being just as (actually even more) sinful. and he sure hides well; it's your fault, isn't it? oh you and your sinful mind.

buut despite him not really being my cup of tea, I still do like a good old concept of ugly insides, hidden behind a beautiful shell (if that's the vibe you were going for).

Micah seems so pure, so holy, almost like an angel (you played smart by adding a lot of white in his design) – but behind that pristine facade? he's ugly. and that shell eventually starts to crack, because no matter how pure he may seem, Micah is just as human as we are, and definitely not a good one. and what are we, if not a bunch of cruel, egotistical animals? and deep inside he's exactly that, sickeningly human. with that in mind the very first comic you did abt him is actually pretty hilarious to me. your desires? what about his desires, which are strong enough to ruin your whole life?

I kinda feel like he's also a little pathetic in his own way; if he can't make you fall for him, he will break you. isn't it like a very cowardly move? he wants you badly enough to use whatever method it may require to have you, but will never admit it.

but let's talk about that strange desire to destroy MC's purity. why? to make you just as dirty as he is? cute, but doesn't seem like a full explanation to me. he's a priest, right? and even despite those dark insides of his, I feel like Micah still kept at least some of the priest mindset. I mean, they're raised and taught with a very strict discipline. so I feel like deep down, he feels bad (not ashamed, but in a "how dare they" way) for his attraction to you, and punishes you for that attraction. it's not your fault, of course, but who cares? you managed to destroy his perfect, clean facade, which he was methodically building for his whole life with simply your existence. isn't that unfair? so now you must fall into the depths of hell with him.

I like how we can't justify him. Micah is perfectly aware of what he is doing. and of twisted nature of his feelings too, I think, yet still chooses to indulge in his desires, even if it hurts you, the person he was supposed to love and cherish. he makes me feel an absolute, poetic rage, and I love a character I can hate. (don't get me wrong, it meant to be a praise)

and I absolutely adore his design. also if I was on point with the idea you meant for him, that is wonderful too. if a character makes me feel something, I like that character. but girl, you really should add more details about him. because everything I've written here is, basically, just my own brainstorming and bare theories. Micah needs to have more meat on him for a full character analysis >_>

but anyway, I actually have a question.

what if MC wasn't in any way pure? what if they're a complete opposite of that word? count it on my love for hunchback of notre dame

unlike the nun MC, I suggest a MC who fully embraces their sins. like an evil succubus, they enjoy the joys of being tainted. they know what influence they have on their dear Father Micah, and isn't ashamed of that. I feel like that would make a pretty interesting story

(cough cough draw him blushing and moaning and my life is yours darling)

Another absolutely incredible ask I'll have a field day answering.

I do agree with him being a bit under developed at the moment. Micah was a bit unfortunate as in he was never meant to be an actual character. He was just a momentary creation who existed for me to study color theory. A beautiful man of flowers who didn't have an identity.

Then he joined the cast when I was busy with working on commissions and the 5k celebration comic so I didn't have the time to draw his introduction comic with the things I had planned for him, though I've been trying my best to explore him a bit more thru asks like this one. The fact that I don't want to spoil the stuff I'll draw in his comic is also holding me back a little.

I think Micah is evil, but not completely bad. A man who was born twisted, who was raised into goodness, and even with all the love he received never truly got rid of his inner darkness, but just once, just for one moment, I think he had good in his heart. And that is when he first saw you.

With all his twistedness, all his evilness, all his darkness, I think that love he felt for you was truly pure. Because in his eyes you appeared truly beautiful, like a pure lily.

But Micah isn't a pure man, neither does he want to be. So he prefers to pull you down to his level, so that you two can be sinful together. A truly impure way of feeling that pure and innocent love.

I have gotten asks about him with a more rowdy darling, one who isn't a nun or one who is more sinful. I've been really brainstorming about it but I don't think it would work. Not because I personally can't force the story into being like that but because I think it was just not meant to be like that.

You see I do come up with the characters, but I don't control their actions. If the character is unwilling I can't shape the story to my will. Because that story is their life and they control it. The best I can do is to try to fill the gaps I can.

I might prefer submissive yanderes, I might want Micah to have a more sinful darling instead but it wouldn't be Micah's story anymore. That's one of the reasons why he's so different from the rest of the boys. I'm not super into very dominant guys, I could probably count the ones I have with one hand, it wasn't my intention for Micah to be the way he is, but I don't think he could've been any other way.

Micah was just meant to be manipulative, a gaslighter, a dirty man who'll pull anything to push you below him.

I guess me looking at my stories from an actual novel or manga perspective also contributes to this. Father Micah exists to shine with a darling who he can soil.

Now the darling can maybe go against him in the future, she might rebel or give in to his sinful ways, but that's a different story.

[oddsandends58exe]

an old drawing from summer I forgot to post

(a bit of explanation below)

although it may be hard to believe, I've known about SCP since 2013, and I've been a full-fledged member of the fandom since 2015! even though I've never shown myself anywhere before. until 2022, I mostly only read content translated into Russian, my native language. this is probably because the period from 2018 to 2022 in real life was very tough for me, so I wasn't able to fully follow the fandom and missed a lot of things. anyway, I'm missing the point! I caught the time when people drew Clef skinny and handsome and the time when 166 was a "succubus". nope, I don't think it was better before. first, people finally started drawing Clef chubby like I always imagined him to be. not that I forbid people from drawing him the way they want, but I personally prefer when artists can draw more than white skinny anime boys. second, the rewritten 166 is much better than the "original". the original version didn't do its job and didn't convey the necessary horror that was meant by it, as a result the old 166 was seen more like a "haha hot and shy anime teenage nun" by coomers. 4166 and 0166, my favorite articles, do a much better job than the original 166.

but anyway! sometimes I feel nostalgic. again, that doesn't mean I think it was better before! it's just that SCP means a lot to me to the point it has become my special interest (yes, I am autistic). which is why I decided to draw two Clefs, the "chubby and ugly" one and the "skinny and handsome" one, along with their daughters. for me, it's as if they symbolize two different eras that are somehow closely connected to my life.

I enjoyed drawing them together :) I even managed to ship them..... so I commissioned a friend to draw them as "clefcest" (im talking about 2 clefs, thats a selfcest ship.... not clef and his daughter, hell no). you may have even seen it. I might draw more of them idk

[bitchimasnake-sss]

🌙vixen's masterlist;

💚about me:

vix. 19. nsfw blog! i would block any weirdos who send in weird messages (like the guy who said he wanted to be sugar daddy with 💲300. baby, be your own sugar daddy first. you clearly need it.) i love to chat, so, please do send in a dm anytime!!

💚fandoms i write for:

currently: one piece, jjk, blue lock [bllk]. to be added: aot. may be added in the future: gintama, csm

💚my general fics [can be read with anyone in mind]:

[nsfw]; thinkin about: men with thigh kink :) [nsfw]; think about: men who are insufferable once they find out about your hand kink :)

💚my works for one piece:

🌙special: 2k event! [the op AU series] now open! [22/07 - current date]

T H E M O N S T E R T R I O: [fluff]; have i told you i love you? // their love language! // my girlfriend's a nerd! // stupid pmsing headcanons // highschool headcanons // highschool headcanons pt. 02 // stay, please // banter, baby! [fluff/suggestive]; not a dream [nsfw]; i feel kinda ugly // unwinding with you // such a pretty sight // suits // domestic!op men headcanons // stepbro! // 's too big // round two! [sub!op men nsfw]: my name is whatever you decide // let me help you out //ask me again [angst]; i wish i never met you // the time travel series

T H E M O N S T E R T R I O, A C E ' N L A W: [smut]; breeding kink! // switchin' it up (ft. sub!op men) // brat! // step-bro, no! // [coming soon]; keepin' things quiet

I N D I V I D U A L C H A R A C T E R S: monkey d luffy; [sfw]; alphabet // family man! // the worst mistake [nsfw]; sub!luffy // alphabet roronoa zoro; [sfw]; alphabet // tryin' his best // moss and towel // got me losin' my cool [sfw, angst]; drunken liabilities [nsfw]; at your mercy vinsmoke sanji; [nsfw]; feral shanks; [nsfw]; the fuckin' captain // jealousy, jealousy portagas d. ace; [sfw]; hey! that's unfair! [nsfw]; pretty, little slut! // masked fantasies crack!fics; tumblr au // let me warm you up! [monster trio/ace] strawhats as tumblr quotes // more quotes as strawhats

💚my works for jjk:

itadori yuuji; [sfw]; headcanons // headcanon [nsfw]; headcanons // aftercare // teaching a lesson: series! choso kamo; [nsfw]; academic rival series [the subsequent parts can be found at the end of part 01] ino takuma; [nsfw]; faceless killer crack!fics; tumblr au [part 01] // tumblr au [part 02]

💚my works for blue lock:

B L U E L O C K M E N: [nsfw]; suck-suck-succubus! // hubris! // training w/ the blue lock men!

💚my works for aot:

crack!fics; tumblr au

💚as always, please send in suggestions for any fandoms [that might not be mentioned above]. or, you can always send reqs for the above mentioned anime!

[e-hibiscus]

Pairing: Demon!Ningguang x reader

Authors Note: Happy Hallows eve 👻

As part of @edgeray ’s Halloween Event, I’ve written you all a fic for the spooky season‼️‼️

Warnings: Nsfw, suggestive UTC

As a hobby you enjoy sifting through old estate sales. It’s always an entertaining thing to see objects that people hold onto. Each thing is tied together with a story from the past. Anytime you see a sign posted about a garage or estate sale, you always go to take a look because there’s always a hidden gem in the sea of “junk”.

Stepping out of your car, you see a man out by the garage, organizing an assortment of toys, books, clothes, and other nicknacks. The crunching of gravel lets the man know of your arrival, and after some small talk you're sifting through the mountains of mementoes. Looking through faded pictures and books for anything of interest.

While looking through some old posters, something catches your eye. An old book in excellent condition despite how dusty it is on the surface. In some odd way… you’re compelled to take it with you, so you buy it along with a few other things , like a beautiful hairpin and intricately designed pipe.

Standing before your small haul of items, the book falls to the wayside. The worn and dirty gold hairpin is the first thing you decide to restore and you’re glad you did because after cleaning the damn thing it was simply beautiful. Feeling the pattern underneath your fingertips, it’s clear this was a masterpiece in its own right. You decide to keep it on your vanity incase you ever want to use it. The pipe too, is a very similar line of event. Restoration and then ultimately you display it in your collection with your other bits and bobs.

It was only months later that you get around to the weird book you’ve picked from that estate sale. A few times you’ve found yourself staring at the cover while it sits on your shelf. You bring the worn book in your hands, being careful not to cause anymore damage to its delicate body. Despite its clearly aged appearance, your able to read the characters written in the pages.

Only some seem familiar to you, but there was much more you didn’t understand about it. It was clear that this was a ritual of sorts, that much was clear if the images and diagrams were anything to go off of. Tracing over the characters, you decide that you’re going to try and summon whatever this thing is. Everything is confusing though… so you brush up on your researching skills for the sake of finding out more about this ritual. Your curiosity got the best of you, so you began pouring in hours of research in your free time.

After years of on and off research and deciphering of the characters you’ve finally figured it out.

You couldn’t get in any faster than you already were. The frantic jingling of your keys was the only thing you can hear other than your labored breath. Your eyes continue to dart between each key and the time on your watch until you finally get the door open and shut behind you.

In your living room, mostly everything had been cleared out so you could make space for all the things necessary. You spent hours the day before crafting the sigils, referencing your notes so things would be absolutely perfect. You didn’t come this far to half-ass this, right? You couldn’t help but cover your eyes when the characters light up brightly, and you miss how Ningguang’s pulled from her slumber. The demon manifests from the smoke, to see her new “master” and when she sees you the demon only raises a brow.

Slowly, you crack your eyes open to see not an ugly scary demon… but an older woman who eyes your body almost as if she’s picking jewelry instead of looking at a person. Even under the scrutinizing gaze of the demon before you, a small “Woah…” escapes under your breath because Ningguang’s beautiful.

••

The ruby eyes take in the room around her. It’s bland for her taste. There’s only a few things amongst all the “junk” Ningguang could appreciate however the succubus can’t help but be disappointed by your taste in decor.

“Well,” Ningguang’s voice draws out smoothly. It’s not often a woman summons her, and a rather cute one at that. “What do we have here?”

The way you averted your gaze from her immediately when it became clear you’re reserved and inexperienced. With a firm grip on your face, Ningguang forces your attention into her face. A chill ran down your spine as her pertent gaze bore into you. The sharp manicured nails leave light crescents on your cheeks before her thumb gently runs over the markings with faux care. She drinks in you slightly panicked expression.

She doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches as her thin tail snakes its way around your thigh. The desire in your core grows from the sweet scent filling the air and you only grow more sensitive to everything. From the fabric of your shirt to your panties your body is getting worked up in the presence of such a power succubus. You remain still as she turns your head, a pleased hum escaping her lips before she lets go satisfied by your obedience. Ningguang’s praise sounds smooth like honey. “What an obedient little master.” Her delicate fingers swipe over your lips, before she plants an indulgent kiss to rile you up some more.

Your hand reaches out to grab her wait, however Ningguang grabs hold of your wrist. “Have patience, little master. You’ll get a taste soon enough.” Her words ghosting the shell of your ear. Ningguang leans in to steal a kiss with an indulgent chuckle before setting her smoke aside.

Soon enough you’re laid in the sheets presenting your pretty little pussy for her. Already the thin fabric of your thong is soaked through with your arousal, pupils blow wide as you stare up at her figure leaning over with nothing but grace and elegance.

The way her nails scrape against your skin sends a shiver down your spine. You should be embarrassed that a simple swipe over your clothed sex has you rolling your hips against Ningguang’s hand. The needy feeling aches from the lack of stimulation.

“All you have to do is say yes,” Her words break through your clouded mind with a tempting offer. “and offer your body to me?”

[hazbinshusk]

blitzø x succubus!reader. when blitzø picks a fight with you over your job, the two of your end up in a screaming match. but when tensions between you break, the two of you do what you do best... fuck each other's brains out.

featuring: slut-shaming out of insecurity, misogynistic language, dom!blitzø, orgasm denial, an unsubtle reference to hazbin hotel.

anon request. 2k.

“Fucking Christ, you’re a dick!” you snap, storming into your apartment. You make to slam the door behind you but Blitzø catches hold of it before it can meet the frame and stalks in after you.

“Of course I fuckin’ am!” he bites back, tail snapping behind him like a whip. “You go out and act like a fuckin’ whore and I’m—”

“Excuse me?” you spin on your heel, eyes blazing. “What the fuck did you just say?!”

“You go out there and throw yourself at these fuckin’ Envy cock-sleeve cunts and—”

“It’s my job, Blitz!” you shout, outraged. You toss your bag on the couch, ignoring it when it bounces off the cushion and spills its contents onto the carpet. “I serve drinks, I laugh at their stupid jokes, and I distract them from the game just enough to fuck up their chances at the pot! That’s it!”

“Distract ‘em with your fuckin’ tits in their face?!”

You scoff, an ugly sound, shrugging off your jack and tossing it aside. Your uniform is admittedly reminiscent of the Playboy Bunny look from up on Earth, except with a skirt and thankfully without the ears. You tug at the bowtie and collar your wear irritably. Sure, it was a little ridiculous, but it fit into the décor of the casino, and the Overlord in charge paid well. Plus, he cared enough about his workers that the clientele rarely took their ogling too far.

And outside of the Lust Ring, that’s really the best a Succubus can ask for.

“What, now you have a problem with the fucking uniform?” you snarl incredulously. You’re not sure if you should be flattered or even more outraged that Blitzø actually has the audacity to check you out now that your outfit is on display. “You were such a fucking fan a few weeks ago!”

“Fuuuuck you!”

“No, fuck you, Blitz. This is the best job I’ve had in years, I make great tips, and you’re not gonna make me feel shitty about it!”

Blitzø’s hands are balled into tight fists by his sides, his jaw set into a poisonous, angry line. “That’s because those fish-fuckers think they’ll get a lap dance outta ya if they flash their fuckin’ wad at your dumb cunt—”

“Shut the fuck up!”

Your hand comes up automatically, and Blitzø catches hold of your wrist before your palm can make contact with the side of his face. The two of you glare at each other for a beat before his mouth is on yours in a rough, hungry kiss. Blitzø groans into it, his other hand coming up to the side of your face, fisting in the hair by your ear. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, ignoring the way you try to tug your arm out of his grip. His hand is so tight on your wrist that you can feel the bones ache.

He presses you back against the arm of the couch, pushing his knee up between your thighs. You moan when he releases your hair to grab at your waist instead, urging your hips into movement and grinding you down against the muscle of his thigh.

It takes you a moment to remember your fury, and you push a hand against his chest, shoving him away from you. “Fuck, Blitz! You can’t just call me a whore and then—”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snaps, kissing you again, his teeth grazing your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

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“Motherfucker, that’s hot,” Blitzø growls, wrapping a hand around your throat and pulling your back against his chest. You turn your head and his mouth meets yours in a messy, torrid kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You whine into it, breath catching as his other hand comes up to clutch at your breast, squeezing the flesh roughly. You’re sitting on his lap, skirt pulled up around your waist, underwear gone. Blitzø has his tail wrapped possessively around your waist, keeping you against him, and his hand comes down to scratch claws over the flesh that curves between the bands of his tail. They leave lines of red against your skin – claiming marks. “Do it again.”

You nod obediently, eagerly, rolling your hips slowly over his lap. It grinds your soaking, naked cunt over the bulge of his erection, still trapped in the confines of his pants. Blitzø snarls at the feeling of it, hand tightening around your throat enough that your breath catches and your eyes roll back.

“Needy little slut,” he hisses in your ear, pinching your nipple, hard. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Uhn… Blitz…” you moan, eyes squeezed closed, as his fingers lift your skirt further and rubs at your clit. “Fuck… Fuck, I wanna cum…”

His hand is immediately withdrawn, both hands instead taking hold of your waist and forcing you to still against him.

“I bet you fuckin’ do,” Blitzø snickers as you curse your frustration, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your throat. Your eyelids flutter and your brow furrows at the feeling of it, your cunt throbbing. Blitzø grazes his teeth along your shoulder, his voice rough, husky. “Bet you wanna cum all over this cock, don’t you?”

You whine despite yourself, need outweighing dignity. Still, your mind continues its chant of fuck you as you try once again to grind down onto his lap. Blitzø pushes you off him just enough to remove the temptation, and you hear his pants unfasten, hear him groan as he fists his cock in his hand. He strokes it, the back of his knuckles brushing against your lower back with every movement.

“Say it,” he orders, and the breathlessness of his voice mirrors your own neediness. Still, he doesn’t cave, retaking hold of your thighs and holding you flush against his lap. You can feel his erection against the cleft of your ass. “Say you want me to fuck you like a good little slut.”

“Fuck you, Blitz.”

“Say it,” he repeats, teeth digging into your shoulder for a moment. It makes your eyes roll back. Or maybe that’s the way his claws clutch at your thighs, moving up the soft flesh just enough that his thumbs brush against the edges of your cunt. “Say you want my thick fuckin’ cock to fuck you right in your sweet, tight little pussy.”

The spade of his tail slips between your thighs to tap against your clit, and you buck under his grip. Your head falls forward, eyes squeezed shut. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

You mean to scoff, the sound strangled as he grinds his cock up against you. “If this… fuck… this whole thing is about your goddamned ego, Blitz— fuck…”

He growls into your throat, shifting his hips and sliding his cock up between your thighs. The length of it teases over your clit, and your head falls back against his shoulder, eyes screwed shut as you try to steady your breathing. Blitzø continues to tease his tongue up the side of your throat, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your pulse point. He sucks, tasting the blood that wells up under his fangs, marking you with a bruise.

“Say. It.”

“Fuck me,” you gasp out, wriggling your hips in an attempt to make the head of his cock slip into your dripping cunt. “Please, Blitz… I want you to fuck me.”

“Fuckin’ finally,” he groans, fisting the base of his cock in one hand and lining it up with your hole. Your breath hitches as the head of him slides into you, and you moan brokenly as he retakes hold of your hips and jerks you back down onto his lap, his cock filling you in one hard, brutal thrust. “Shiiiit…”

“Holy fuck, Blitz,” you moan, reaching one hand up and behind you to grasp at one of his horns, turning your head to kiss him again. Blitzø lets you, using it as a chance to adjust to the feeling of your tight, wet heat around him. The kiss is messy and hungry and he hisses as you catch his lip between your teeth.

He presses his forehead against yours, hands so tight on your hips you’re sure the bruises they leave will bare his fingerprints. “You’re gonna fuck yourself on my cock,” he tells you, a growl rumbling under his words, voice tight. “And you’re gonna tell me just how fuckin’ good it feels, got it?”

You nod quickly, embarrassedly needy, and Blitzø’s hands relax enough for you to begin rolling your hips over his. You don’t ease either of you into it, immediately taking up a pace that reflects both your need and your frustration with his bullshit. The imp continues to curse against your skin, and claws leaving tracks over your thighs.

“Oh, fuck, Blitz…” you moan, voice high-pitched and reedy. You wrap an arm around his neck, grasping at the back of the sofa to help you bounce yourself on his cock. “Oh, fuck, you feel good…”

“Damn fuckin’ right, I do.” he groans, fingers finding your clit again. He pinches it, and you whimper, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. “Tell me who gets to fuck you, bitch.”

“You do,” you reply obediently and he grins, teasing his fingers over your clit ruthlessly as a reward. You seize up, your body tightening as an orgasm breaks inside you, tightening around him as your cum soaks his lap. Your voice comes breathily. “Just… just you.”

“Christ, baby…” he grunts, a break in the tone he’s been using with all night. The desperate lilt to his voice makes you shudde. “Just me.”

“Just you,” you repeat, eyes rolling back as he fucks himself up into you. “Fuck… it’s just you, Blitz…”

Blitzø pushes you off his lap, wrangling you forward so you’re bent over the coffee table, his hips hammering into yours. You moan, loud enough that you hear one of the neighbors pound their fist on the wall in the hopes it will make you shut up.

“’Cause you’re mine.” Blitzø snarls, claws digging into your hips. You clutch at the edge of the coffee table, his thrusts hard enough that you can feel the table shifting on the carpet. His tail wraps so tightly around your thigh that you can feel pins and needles beginning to throb through the muscle. “Fucking mine…”

“I’m yours,” you agree, and you can feel your cum slick on your thighs and your mouth hanging open dumbly as he fucks you. “I’m yours, Blitz. I’m yours, yours, yours…”

“Satan’s fuckin’ ass!” Blitzø shouts as he cums, thrusting into you one final time so hard that your legs give out and you collapse onto the table. He falls against your back, cock sliding out of you and cum dripping down your thighs. “Shiiiit…”

You take gasping breathes as you try to calm down, and you’re sure Blitzø can feel your heart hammering as he presses his face against your spine. The corset of your uniform suddenly feels too tight, your ribs aching beneath it. “Fuck…”

“Fuck is right.”

“Can you…” you gesture blindly towards the corset’s ties. “I can’t…”

You feel Blitzø nod before he pulls back, his claws finally releasing your hips in favor of loosening the strings holding your corset in place. You exhale heavily as soon as you feel them release, holding the corset against your waist as you sit up.

“…We don’t need to talk about what just happened, do we?” you ask cagily. The two of you haven’t ever even approached a conversation about how serious this… thing between you is, and the idea of starting now, still dripping in…

“Nuh-uh,” Blitzø shakes his head so emphatically you’re almost surprised you don’t hear it rattle.

“Thank fuck,” you sigh, letting yourself collapse back onto the table. Blitzø snickers and you smile, punch drunk, as he smooths his hand over the marks he’s left on one thigh. Your throat still throbs where he bit you. “…You know they’re gonna be pissed at work about all these marks you’ve left on me.”

“Good.”

“Asshole.”

“Yooooooou love it.”

[itsmarsss]

Scandalous (Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas) [Helluva Boss] pt. 1 - The Prince

How the mighty do fall.

(Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn’t exactly considered classy, Stolas.)

pt 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | 1st bonus | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | pt. 9 | 2nd bonus

Word count: 1,520

Warnings: I mean. depression. arranged marriage. this part doesn’t contain actual sex only mentions of it but others might idk, me taking myself way too seriously writing this, this has no dialogue but don’t give up on me im actually a pretty dialogue heavy person but this only works if this chapter has no dialogue

If you ever asked Stolas, he’d say he was never one to cause a scene.

If you asked anyone else, they’d say he’s lying.

Stolas had always been fond of a little drama and drawn to a bit of flair, akin to exaggeration and grandeur like no other. Be it in the way he speaks, acts or reacts to hell around him, be it how he expresses his emotions or his thoughts and even his feelings towards others.

Emotions, thoughts, feelings. Stolas was always full of those, ever since he was an ugly, pink, featherless little project of a bird. They have been all-consuming ever since he can remember. And he remembers.

Stolas can recall the confusion in his father’s voice whenever he cried as a kid, as if the action was strange and foreign, unfit for a demon like him.

And perhaps it was.

Stolas remembered many things, and yet he could not recall a single time he had seen his father cry- or show any sort of weakness, for the matter. Paimon was always stern and centered, and Stolas is sure the only thing close to weakness he’s ever expressed was his inability to be more than his status- to be an actual father. He doubted his father would consider that a weakness.

What was fatherhood next to being royal, anyway, right?

It was disconcerting to grow up certain that, between his father and all of his brothers, he was, without a doubt, the weakest. After all, how could he not be? He was scared, of a many things, most of the time. He felt things too deeply in his heart and he worried too much and too often about way too much. He was well aware of all of that.

But, as he grew up, Stolas decided he was fine with it, if it meant he got to genuinely feel things. Because Octavia had come to exist, and he could never in his heart find the willpower to act as cold to her as his own father did to him.

Yes, he decided he was fine with being weak, if that’s what being able to love unconditionally took. He was fine with being weak, if that’s what being loved took.

He may not have loved his father, or even liked him, for the matter. But he promised to himself he’d do anything it took for Octavia to love him.

And how it filled him with pure and utter joy to feel loved for the first time in his life.

He may not have loved Stella, either, but their union had brought him his daughter, and nothing in the entirety of the universe mattered more to him than her. And so he was grateful for their arrangement, after all, despite the bitterness of it all.

With Octavia’s teenage years came the flood, though. Stolas cried himself to sleep almost every single night for years to come as he was reminded of the fact that being grateful for what his marriage brought him was not enough to make him happy to be in the situation in which he found himself, unable to exist as he was inside of his own home without fearing the judgement of a wife who loved him just as much as he loved her - not even a tiny little bit- and unable to shield his daughter from the unhappy family he’d once feared she would have to endure.

Stella was never someone Stolas particularly liked. In fact, he quite disliked her, from the moment he laid eyes on her as his father told him they were betrothed to one another, at much too young of an age.

At first, it surely was purely the hatred for the fact that his fate was tied to her and there was nothing he could do to escape, and the sense of impending doom that came with every year that passed as he knew he grew closer to approaching the day there would be turning back, and watched the time pass as an expectator of his own life, as there was nothing he could really do but comply.

Royal life had its renounces.

When the day came for their marriage to be sealed, the moment finally materializing itself as real instead of bad news he’d try to push away and avoid dwelling into for too long, Stolas promised himself he’d try to get over those feelings and make an effort to know her better. If they would be tied to one another from this moment on, he could at least try to make it all not so miserable.

It was a task set to fail.

When Octavia was conceived, Stolas felt nothing but relief. After all, this entire situation was based purely on business, all-dependent on the birth of an heir. Which meant, in some way, they were a bit more free than before. However much that can be in the situation they found themselves in.

Relief came first, dread came second. At only 19 years old, what did Stolas know of parenting anyway? Logically, he knew this would be happening. Logically, he’d known that for almost a full decade. Logically, that should have been enough for him to be prepared.

But he felt anything but prepared. How was he, who felt lost at all times, who cried at the slightest things, who didn’t ask for all of this, supposed to be a father? What twisted parameters did he have, considering his own?

He only hoped time would ease those feelings.

Throughout the years, he learned those feelings never do leave you, and that parenthood is forever a state of worry. You never truly feel ready- there’s just not much more that you can do than try your best.

To be loved by Octavia was enough. Or… at least it should be, shouldn’t it? Was it selfish, or perhaps even inconsiderate, unfair to her that at times he found himself longing to be loved by someone whose existence wasn’t bound to him? Wishing to know if someone would ever care not because they were betrothed to him and not because they were his own blood, but simply because they liked who he was? Enjoyed his company? Felt genuine attraction towards him?

When thoughts of the sorts consumed him it was hard not to punish himself mentally for thinking such frivolous things, for having such superficial wishes. But it wasn’t hard to figure out where it all stemmed from. After all, when the only partner you have ever had in your entire life hadn’t any say in choosing you, it’s only natural to wonder what it would be like to be with someone who did choose him.

When you’ve had no say in choosing the only partner you’ve ever had in your life, in turn, it’s only ever natural, too, to wonder what it would be like with someone you would have chosen to be with. Someone who excited you, who made you feel things. Stolas didn’t even know what exactly those things were supposed to be, but spent his days longing to feel them nonetheless.

The day Blitzo, someone he hadn’t heard of in decades, was caught trying to sneak into his palace, during the most depressing party ever thrown in all seven rings, Stolas felt excitement for the first time in a long while. It’s almost like his brain had a reaction before he even processed it, like it was stuck repeating the same thing over and over and over: Friend. Friend. Friend.

Sure, Blitzo wasn’t his friend. They hadn’t been friends for, once again, literal decades. In fact, they had only ever been friends for about a day.

But Blitzo was his first ever friend. And you don’t just forget that. Stolas never would, at least.

And in that night they spent together, something in Stolas changed. That night, he felt wanted. For the first time in his life, he felt desired. For the first time in his life, sex wasn’t just business. It wasn’t just an obligation or a means to an end. For the first time in his life, sex was fun.

He knew it was supposed to be fun. He knew it was fun for most people. He had just stopped hoping it would ever be fun for him.

And, sure, he also knew what they did was wrong. But he couldn’t get himself to care as much as he probably should have, because, truth be told, Stella could pretend to have been hurt by it however much she wanted, but they both knew she never really was.

“That was the sound of a fucking divorce!”

A couple hours later, sitting on his bed in shock, he could still barely believe he had really just done what he did- what they should have done so long ago- and Stolas just started laughing to himself. The more he laughed, the harder it was to stop. He knew he just had to be like a maniac like that, but couldn’t possibly get himself to care, because, for only a split second did the thought of not being supposed to let his servants see him in that state pass through his mind, but it only made him laugh harder.

He’d just announced his divorce to the wife he’d been set to marry since birth, can’t get much more scandalous than that.

A/N: would you believe me if i said this started as an idea for what was supposed to be only a funny silly little oneshot with dick jokes and public embarrassment?

Requests for Blitzø and Blitzø x Stolas are open! I’m also SO hyperfixated on this show rn so if y’all wanna chat abt hcs or this series be my guest I’d be happy to talk and i don’t bite unless asked nicely luv y’all <3

[pumaskulls]

2020 // 2022

she got a lil squished cause my style changed.....but im really proud of the improvements 🥺

[kandipop]

Someone asked me to draw myself in my ugly mickey mouse Christmas sweater I got from Disneyland in 2018. (Gremlin alt for your pleasure (tw: gremlin has a knife))

[sinful-lanterns]

I feel like Coquelic would either be a succubus or a vampire too! Based on her design giving such vibes.

While I do like the idea of a Succubus! Coquelic, I feel like another cool approach is to make her a plant-like monster. Most likely an Alraune specifically.

With most of her design being based of flowers and her name literally being a shortened version of Coquelicot (a type of flower) I think it’d be rlly cool if she were this beautiful, yet deadly flower monster. A woman who blooms from a giant red flower and attracts humans to her with her scent, so she could devour them…

The Researcher probably encounters Coquelic one day when traversing through some kind of rainforest. Drawn to the sweet, addicting scent that Alraune! Coquelic was emitting, she nearly gets herself snagged for a kill, but Coquelic stops. Usually Coquelic attracts “ugly” prey for her to devour (her words not mine), but since the Researcher is an adorable-looking woman who only want to analyze Coquelic and not hurt her, Coquelic lets the Researcher live.

…In exchange for letting her pollinate the Researcher’s stigma with her anther.

[livvy-fallen]

To add from my last post. (I'm so sorry it took so long:( I'm trying my best to get it to you guys as soon as possible)

Yandere obey me when MC goes to the past

I'm so sorry it took a while. It got deleted as my cousin was messing around and then it wouldn't save .

Warning! This fic contains: blood, yandere stuff, cannibalism and maybe dead dove no clue! But it has disturbing subjects matters

You have been warned

People say rose tinted glasses make red flags look like just normal flags... And now your wondering how many glasses you owed.

You never really thought about how the brothers habits we're.... Let's say a red flag parade.But now you wish you realized you need to disappear and put Houdini to Shame. At first it was nothing big. A few comments from Mammon. Nothing you couldn't handle.

"Hey! Don't be going out ! I'm your first you should be spending time with me!...be grateful that The great Mammon wants to spend time with ya!"

And

"Your just asking for any lower demon to just take ya! "

Then your stuff keept on going missing. It probably wasn't just that stupid, greedy demon who was doing so but he differently was in first place for it!

Then you noticed your few friends from RAD are gone... Like that really nice succubus you were friends with. She was so nice to you always there to help you with anything. You never saw again after you said you were hanging out with her to the brothers! You were the last person to see her alive. You had to hold her funeral. You could bearly keep it together at said funeral. You never cried so hard.

You still keep a picture of her and your friend group hidden in your room. You know dam well if the brothers find it.... You don't want to think about it..

Now you wish you never made that STUPID pact with him or any of them! You couldn't of even go outside without them trying to drag you back in!

Then you saw Mammon killing one of your few friends left... The way their blood dripping making a horrible wet sound as it hit the floor. The way you could see the blood drip out of his mouth! The way he had a stupid grin on his face! You saw the poor demons insides put on display.... The poor demon was still alive! And they looked so scared... You don't blame them...... The way their life was ended by one loud stomp! And you saw the blood splatter every in a certain distance. You threw up.. Like a large amount of throw up... It didn't help you saw that bastards hand grab something.... You don't want to know what. But you then... You heard a loud chomp. And him sallowing...... You saw the insides dangling out of his mouth.... The blood still dripping.. ...

It's been.... You don't even remember..... Since then...

"I'm sorry but you made me do it. Now you have a ugly scar on your once beautiful face... But I still love you!"

You still have have a scar from trying to escape amso....its not even that noticeable from far way but he won't let you live it down! You hate all of those 7 fuckers!

You tried everything! You even used your pacts.. You managed to get away for 2 weeks and back to the human realm before Lucifer found you... You don't even know how! You dyed your hair,changed your name! you changed everything... But you think the pact is way too strong of that....

You took away to many showers after you got brought back.. You still have nightmares about it but you rather die a horrible death then tell them that..you wish that you stayed dead!

So when you got brought back to the past you were actually happy... Because they don't even remember you!! Meaning no more yandere!! You gladly took that deal and ran with it..

However the brothers didn't take it so well.... You escaped their grasp and this time they have no way getting you back!

Lucifer

He is pissed. Not only did he lose his darling. That shady wizard bitch is getting to be all yours! His anger wasn't obvious at first glance due to his pride. But if you look closely you can see how he is inraged. His coal black wings were puffed out like an upset cat. Last time he was this angry he ended up with Satan. He looking for anything that can get you back. And once you do come back he's never letting you out of his sight again. If your able to walk after you go back it's a miracle. All though the Demonus companies are really thankful. They haven't seen so much profit in the start of its production! But at the same time he feels like a failure of an oldest brother. He isn't there for his baby siblings. He feels like a failure of his family. He's watching his siblings ruin themselves. He needs to be strong for them... But he just can't bare the pain of you no longer there. The pain of knowing dam well that you could be hurting and no one is there to wipe away your tears and to pick you up. Just like how you did with his family

Mammon

Oh boy... Where do I start? He is absolutely devastated! His Human, treasure his everything is gone and probably in danger! And you just want him to except that?! (Yes. Yes we do) if he can do anything he will! If Solomon comes back with a single scratch on your perfect body he is going to regret the day his mother had to give birth to him. Mammon is using EVERY connection he has to see if they can help. Before they knew you were in the past he was the first one out the door looking for you. And we all know he isn't going to make the same mistake again. I hope you enjoyed going to the bathroom alone. Because when you get back you NOT having that again. He also is picking up the slack because of Lucifer. Mammon is the second oldest and he CAN NOT deal with the image of his siblings in pain. He cares for them. So even if gets insulted, hit and hissed at by his brothers he doesn't care as long as they aren't upset as much.

Leviathan

He's not very happy. Is all I can really say? But because of his crippling self worth issues he's saying stuff like "of course they wouldn't want to be around a yucky otaku like me" and similar stuff.. It's a little depressive. But don't be fooled if you think he isn't lashing out at everything. He nearly damaged his figures in a fit of rage once. If that doesn't show how upset he is then what does? He is the general of hell's Navy so one wrong comment from a lower demon and their swimming with Lotan

Satan

Avatar of wrath so you can guess how he is dealing with this.. Not very fucking well. He has destroyed so much of the devildom it's common practice for demons to be jumping over creators just to go to school. His room is worse for wear. It looks like a war happened in there. He is reading every single book he can about this subject so he can get you back faster but every dead end only leads to a ruined building. However most of his wrath also steams from the fact he knows how he was back then. He's worried that he will hurt you. All though he harsh with punishments he isn't very found of the idea of you getting killed by his wrath

Asmo

Asmo isn't recognizable. At all. His hair is greasy from not showering or bathing for long times.. His eyes red and puffy for crying his eyes out, lips cracked from not drinking water. He spends most of his time sleeping. He didn't get how belphi could sleep all the time but now he does. All mirrors are broken in the house. He couldn't stand seeing himself in the mirror. Not only are you gone ( he thinks your scared without them and crying without them to which your definitely not. You celebrated the second you were free) but so is Solomon! And no one other then him is there for you! That Shady sorcerer.. What if you get a scar! What if you don't drink water? (The call is coming from inside the house I swear-) what if a stupid lust demon tries to take you?! Their scent on you definitely is gone by now! He has his good days though! If he realized that you could be back soon he has to look the best! So he washed his hair and everything else, did a face mask his daily routine and put a lot of chap stick on. Just in case you're back at that day! It usually lasts for a week until he gets upset.

Beelzebub

Beel is trying to keep his family together. He's trying his very best. But he just can't always do so. He's the protector of this family. He always has been but he doesn't feel like he should anymore.. After all not only did he failed to protect Lilith. He couldn't even protect you! He I'd having nightmares after nightmares about his failures of not protecting his family to the point belphegor often goes to his beloved twin's dreams to try to put a good dream in his mind. His appetite is all over the place! One day he eats everything like normal then the next day he can't actually eat anything. It worries his other siblings. Another thing is he keeps food for you just in case you're back. He has no clue if your eating correctly! Your way from the people who protect you. Your probably so scared! (Your really not-) so he keeps food he just in case for you. No one is allowed to throw it away though... So when or IF you come back ignore the moldy rotten food. You know during the early lessons while belphi was in the attic? It's like that. Demons are pact animals pretty much and beel is the biggest family man know to man. So he was destroyed and don't get me started how he feels thinking that if he was just there with you, you would be safe and there with them. You know when you called for Beelzebub in the past because of the apples he felt that but not 100% . He felt you call for him to help you. He didn't know if he actually did in the past. He has no clue if you got hurt because HE wasn't there for you. He wasn't there to pick you up and save you

Belphegor

He is PISSED to say the least. Not only did you get out if their grasp there's no guarantee that your coming back let alone safe! The one day they let you lock yourself in your room and didn't join you is the time you were taken away by someone. That is NEVER happing again. Hope you enjoyed having a door because that is coming straight off. His sleep schedule is so off wack. One day he sleeps for 23 hours and only getting up because Beel is making him eat. Beel be dammed if he loses another loved one. But the next 3 days he isn't sleeping. He is only sleeping when beel put sleeping pills in his food. Belphi is now never leaving Beel's side. Not like Beel was letting him leave longer than 30 minutes. Belphi isn't very found of the idea that your in the past for MANY reasons but one main one is because the simple fact. You went to the past where Lilith's death was fresh. His hate for humans were so strong. He already killed you once he doesn't want to lose you again.

While all this is happening your living the life that the brothers ripped away from you. So when your looking for books about Nightbringer and when Mammon freaks out... All you get are flashbacks. You feel the pain of the brothers keeping your away from everything and everyone. The pain of knowing if you left the family alone you wouldn't of been hurting... You wouldn't of had to buried your friends bodies... You wouldn't of had to cry at a locked door begging to be let out. Only for an hour in the human realm... You missed your family... All that comes back and you can't hold it anymore. You sob your eyes out. Your crying on the floor as everyone fights... Because you know if you stay any longer it will happen again.. "To hell to this family! FUCK THIS FAMILY! LET THEM DEAL WITH THEIR OWN SHIT!" Is what your mind is yelling at you as you hold your arm. This family will be the death of you... Not like they will let you die...

[anthurak]

The Eclectic Bunch of the 'We Hate Blitzo' Club

I feel like I’ve seen a bit too much oversimplification/generalization of the ‘Blitzo Sucks’ party in Apology Tour, with a lot of people taking Dennis’s presence at the party to mean something like ‘Only Verosika and maybe a few other people there were REALLY hurt by Blitzo and everyone else is just using it as an excuse to party’. I think this idea misses the possibility of there probably actually being a quite varied and eclectic mix of people at these parties.

Like yeah, you’ve probably got a few people like Dennis who just got maybe a somewhat hostile run-in with Blitzo at a party, and you’ve got people like Verosika who were in serious, long-term relationships that ended VERY badly.

But then you’ve got what I imagine are most of the people at the party who were in brief flings/one-night-stands with Blitzo which nonetheless ended in VERY ugly fashion. As I went into in this post, I think people are underestimating just how volatile and hare-trigger Blitzo is when it comes to relationships. And how quickly and violently he can lash out when he thinks someone is ‘getting too close’ or ‘trying to convince him they care’. Meaning that I feel like most people at the party were likely still hurt pretty badly by Blitzo.

And there’s likely also a subset of people who have even bigger issues that their breakup with Blitzo caused or at least was a major contributing factor in, like it’s clear that Verosika’s substance abuse and whatever else ended her up in rehab was a direct fallout of her breakup with Blitzo. And I imagine she’s far from the only one at the party who had something like that happen to them.

And then you’ve got some people who weren’t hurt directly by Blitzo, but are instead friends/family/partners of people who WERE, likely the aforementioned ones who got hit especially hard, and are there to support them. Like how we see a good number of Verosika’s succubus crew at the party, plus Vortex, who clearly never had a thing with Blitzo but are instead there with Verosika.

Like I wouldn’t be surprised if Better Than Blitzo Guy isn’t actually one of Blitzo’s ex’s, given that he doesn’t seem to recognize him, but is instead a friend of one (maybe even Verosika herself) who’s at these parties just to help out.

(Yes, I do realize this could be a head-scratching thought to everyone who’s convinced themselves that he must be some Goetia sleeper-agent or some other bullshit, but there IS in fact such a thing as a ‘random nice person’.)

Heck, there’s probably at least a few people who are more or less ‘over’ their issues with Blitzo, but still come to these parties for the friends they’ve made there who aren’t.

And then there’s Wally Wackford who might just be there to hock ‘Blitzo Sucks!’ merch, but I imagine it was somewhere between explaining the fourth and fifth times Blitzo fucked him over that Verosika let him stay. I mean if anyone can appreciate some good ‘Blitzo Sucks!’ merch, it would be her. Heck this may not even be his first year :D

All in all, I feel like the yearly attendees of the ‘Blitzo Sucks!’ parties a quite a bit more broad, varied and nuanced than I think I lot of people are giving them credit for.