#and before you ask NO she's not a succubus i think i decided she was a meccubus

[morriscribbles]

Initially misclassified as lust demons due to first impressions, Somnubi are an infernal species that feed on positive emotions. In spite of stereotypes, they are aligned with the mind far more than the body.

Due to their feeding patterns, they often work as therapists and entertainers, aiming to bring more positive emotions to the world. They're also relatively social and rarely territorial, often getting along well in urban areas with other social species such as humans.

Again from initial interactions, incubus and succubus were once mistaken as terms for their version of male and female respectively. Due to improved relations we understand their society- and these terms- much better. Incubus and succubus are simply two of the more populous 'classes' in a highly complicated social structure, based on how they interact both within and outside their groups.

[spurbleu]

thinking about Johnny’s bird being possessed by a succubus, and him needing a little extra help.

you’d been a good girl, too.

patient like a clock, the tail end of ribbons and made from the middles of cotton. wore a perfume because you noticed Johnny’s fondness for sunflowers and their scents.

a just barely prude. “not here, johnny, please.” you’d chide politely when he’d hold your thigh in public restaurants. look away when he’d fuck you, blush when he told you that you looked pretty.

so it came to him as a deep, albeit welcomed, surprise when you mounted him one evening, saying with all the bravado he never knew you had,

“I need your cum inside me, Johnny.”

and then it got weirder. sweet girl who went to church on sundays, now preferred to sleep in after a night of sex, before waking up and asking for another round. stopped wearing the perfume, but good god you started smelling even better without it.

he scoured the internet for answers. sent queries only to receive virtual pats on the back and “enjoy it, man. got lucky.”

his mother was the superstitious of the family, but it seeped into the forefront of his mind after the third week, when you started glowing when you came.

it was a clumsy way to find out. told you he filled the water bottle with holy water when it was millimeters away from your lips. when you dropped the bottle immediately, he squinted and asked what you were. you’d grinned, and answered in a way that made his stomach knot.

but he accepts it. you’re still there, if only half. appear in the new table flowers, or the kisses between rounds. does his best to navigate the new reality of his girlfriend sharing sentience with a demon.

realizes he cannot keep up.

ghost is first. bends you over the pillow he placed under your hips (his only nicety) before fucking you back to oblivion. gaz comes second, kissing you sweetly, a contradiction to the way his hips ruin your cunt in swift, harsh thrusts.

and john price, ever the patient, lets you ride your last grievances out on his cock in his office, cooing you through it all as his men watch from leather chair and nicotine respites.

the sticky routine lasts about a month, before the demon decides she’s had quiet enough, tuckered out and belly full of cum, and makes for an Irish goodbye.

but you, the poor, fawnish girl she left behind, still has four cocks primed for her cunt, and a need that she cannot put out.

johnny strokes you through your first (sentient) taking of simon, whispering in your ear,

“ken ye can do ‘t, hen. done it before, s’well, too.” you sob when he knobs the first inch in, and johnny drawls, “our little hellion.”

[littlelovelunette]

Please can u write another succubus demon x Sevika?😍 but maybe this time the succubus demon only seduces women🤭 and when she saw Sevika she immediately targeted her but she didn’t use her powers/charm on her because she wanna know if Sevika would be attracted to her even without powers/charm

Different Kind Of Attraction

Sevika x Succubus!Reader

SUMMARY: You're a succubus, and only prey on women, women who're strong and independent like Sevika herself. Sevika was playing poker as per the usual at last drop, and when it was too late into the night— the game wraps up. As Sevika is about to leave the bar, she sees you; a gorgeous woman dressed in a provocative outfit bound to fall victim to any man with lewd intentions so she offers to walk you home. But Janna, did she never stop to think you'd have an effect on her.

Mild Predator-Prey, smoking, gambling, slight slow burn, possible stalker!Reader, cliff hanger ending.

You've been watching her for a while now. Sevika, Silco's henchwoman, his right-hand woman. The scary lady of Zaun. A slow smirk crept on your dark glossy lips. You loved yourself a good challenge of a woman. One might assume your species only targeted men but that wasn't true. Some of you targeted women like Sevika. Women who knew how to carry themselves, who were independent and powerful. That was the kind of woman that got your panties in a twist.

The bar was rowdy. Far too rowdy for your liking so you were hidden away at a far corner, nursing your whiskey as you continued to peer over the edge of your shades, staring intently at the woman whose gambling addiction truly knew no bounds. You sighed, something about her stirred an unusual feeling inside you. The feeling of not wanting to rely on your powers for seducing her, making her yours, charming her. Claiming her.

"Sevika," you tested the name on your tongue, savoring each vowel.

Sevika, who was indulged into another intense round of poker, straightened and looked around the bar. She had gotten goosebumps when you mouthed her name.

"You good?" One of the players asked, cocking a brow and clinking his bottle of booze against the cup, pouring himself another day of mindless poker although he knew better than to challenge Sevika's skills. They lost every game to her anyway.

"Y...Yeah."

Sevika shook her head, lighting her cigarillo and taking a good inhale of the smoke, lungs protesting feebly as she exhaled it through her nose, taking another look around the bar with squinted eyes. What a weird feeling, she hadn't felt like this since... Since ever. She'd always been the one who towered over others, never the other way around. She'd never felt like... She needed to watch out for some sort of predator.

It was one in the morning when Sevika decided she was way to drunk to finish another round of poker so she slammed her hand on the table drunkenly, rattling the cups and bottles that rested over the tabletop.

"Let's call it a night," she said in a raspy voice, "Cash me out!"

The men fumbled with tight bundles of cash and pounchfuls of coins, scrambling to pay Sevika for her several victorious rounds of poker. They didn't look all that happy, yet the kept their gazes averted. You got up, zipping down the turtle neck top slightly only so that your cleavage was on display. You sauntered over to where Sevika was waiting at the table, grinning at the piling cash and coins. She glanced at you when you came by her side and stood there. "You new here? Never seen you before." Sevika asked, arms crossing beneath her poncho.

You nodded simply and placed your hands on the table edge, leaning to peer at the cash, trying to make out an estimate of her winnings. "That's quite a lot of money."

"Yeah," Sevika chuckled, eyes lingering on your curvy behind. "That's quite the nice body. And too late of a night for you to get back home alone lookin' like a snack."

"Are you hitting on me but also implying I can't protect myself?" You grinned a little.

"Just lookin' out for a pretty woman," she picked up the small sack of her winnings.

"My, my, what a gentlewoman." You gave her a smirk, straightening and flattening the hem of your dress. "Are you suggesting you'd rather walk me home?"

"Quite so."

Sevika walked to the door of Last Drop, opening it and nodding her head as a gesture for you to step out. You did so, purse slinging from your shoulder as you walked in the chilly Zaun night with Sevika by your side. Her shoulders were tense as if she was expecting trouble to pop out of every alley possible.

"Why so upright? I'm no celebrity," you giggled.

"Sorry, force of habit with Silco." Sevika grumbled, possibly a little embarrassed as she rubbed the back of her neck.

"That's okay," you interlaced your fingers within her hand's making Sevika's eyes widen slightly, glancing down where both your hands met. "You're drunk, yet you decided to walk me home. I'm grateful." You said as you continued walking by her side.

Sevika seemed like her brain had short-circuited when you held her hand. She stammered with her words in her head and only managed a small "no problem". The air was chilly, fog in the distance as you both walked. Your home wasn't too far away, but when you reached the door of your apartment, a light drizzle of rain started.

"Oh crap." You turned and pulled Sevika under the threshold of your apartment, "You'll get drenched in the rain if you go now."

"It's fine, I don't wanna be a bother—" Sevika began and made a walk back out into the drizzling downpour.

"Nonsense! You walked me home!" You grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"And?" Sevika asked curtly.

"And you'll stay the night!—" you said but she cut you off.

"But—" Sevika started.

"I insist," you said with such emphasis Sevika had no rebuttal for a minute, you took advantage of that and pulled her in with a firm grip of both hands on her flesh arm.

She walked into the small apartment, glancing around the dimly lit living room as you guided her to the couch, helping her take her poncho off. The house smelled like roses and champagne, Sevika sunk down onto the couch. She was so tall, and bulky it made most your furniture look comedically tiny. But it wasn't all that exaggerated and she didn't seem to mind.

"You gamble often?" You asked, knowing better yourself, yet for the sake of conversation.

"Yeah, it's a good source of income especially when drunken bastards love to put their money out on a golden plate for ya'." She chuckled, a little shocked when she saw you pulling out a lighter from the drawer and the exact brand of cigarillos she smoked.

You put the items down on the coffee table and walked to the kitchenette, "You usually stay up past 12?"

Sevika wasn't listening, eyes focused on the branded cigarillos, "How did you—?"

"It's impolite to ignore a direct question," you giggled, tone so sweet it could give one sugar rush, "I just... Happen to use the same brand, I suppose."

"Oh," Sevika looked at you for a second before looking back at the lighter you so graciously offered, "Yeah, I do stay up past 12 often."

"That's not good," you hummed as you walked around the kitchen, cooking.

Sevika grumbled something under her breath, probably a snarky comment on your caring attitude, her fingers wrapping around the lighter and examining it. She half-expected it to be a trap but after she didn't notice any loopholes, she took one cigarillo out, lighting it. Sevika took a deep inhale, leaning her back against the couch making it creak slightly in protest, "You don't really have to cook," she mumbled.

You weren't listening, your hand was a little shaky from maintaing your human form for so long. Your heart thudded loudly against your chest, and your heartbeat rang in your ears as you grabbed the skillet tighter. You struggled to focus on the meat you were frying, sweat beading at your brow.

"You okay?" Sevika asked and you turned, alarmed by her sudden voice.

The container of salt that rested on the countertop innocently toppled over the edge and the glass shattered on the floor. You winced at the loud sound, "Sorry," you turned the heat down, putting the spatula down in a hurry, "Be right back." You left and locked yourself in the bedroom.

"Dear Janna," Sevika mumbled, shaking her head. With the cigarillo between her lips, she walked into the kitchenette area, examining the mess you created in a haste.

"Please, just calm down," you told yourself.

You didn't want Sevika knowing you were a succubus but you felt your tail creeping under the skirt of your dress, horns protruding on the top of your head through the silky locks of hair you had brushed before deciding to present yourself to the woman. You didn't want to take advantage or feed off of her. You just wanted her. Was it such a crime to crave love as a Succubus? No, don't answer that. That was a rhetorical question.

"Are you okay?" Sevika knocked on the door, startling you once again.

"Yeah, I'll be back in a minute," you answered in a shaky voice.

You walked upto the big mirror in the room, taking a few deep breaths and closing your eyes. All you needed to do was calm down, breathe normal and act human. But how could you when Sevika's mere presence under the same roof as you caused your panties to dampen and mouth to itch? You groaned slightly, but managed to compose yourself in record time.

The door creaked open, and the scent of perfectly cooked chicken hit your nostrils, Sevika was standing in front of the skillet, effortlessly turning the meat on its surface using the spatula. The salt that was sprinkled all over the floor was also tidied up. Your eyes widened slightly in astonishment as you walked towards her.

"You can cook?" You asked in a voice that would suggest you were playfully shocked.

Sevika gave you a side glance, smirking, "You sound surprised."

You grinned and leaned against the kitchen counter opposite her, watching her loosen up in the environment of your small apartment was starting to grow on you. You really wanted her to be yours. Desperately so, too.

"I know what you are."

Part 2?

[mysumeow]

ᯓ★ KINKTOBER DAY 4: SUCCUBUS

ᓚᘏᗢ WARNINGS: Afab body reader, referred to with feminine terms such as girl. Arle has a dick (You may decide to read it as a strap on or not). Succubus Arlecchino. Established relationship.

ᓚᘏᗢ SUMMARY: Succubus Arlecchino peeks into your deepest desires to embody them.

ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: Sesbian lex???!!!!! More likely than you think.

🎃 . . . KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Your loving girlfriend Arlecchino.

She, who reciprocates your eager hugs when she’s back from work.

She, who gently brushes your hair when you ask her for it.

She, who pushes your legs as far as they can go as she fucks you within an inch of your life—

“Wait—Wait, please!” You gasped as you felt her push until she bottomed out, the head of her cock stretching out your vulnerable insides. It was thicker and harder than anything you’ve taken before; you feared it could split you open from the sheer size of it.

“Keep those cute sounds coming, darling. You sound beautiful,” her lips swallowed your desperate whines, her tongue possessively playing with yours. She clasped her hold on your hips to keep you in place. As small as the tremors from your body were, the feel of her cock was overwhelming.

This was unusual of Arlecchino; used to her doting on you and the sweetness with which she would handle your body, this sudden outburst of famine for sex was a surprise. One that was exciting, albeit the abruptness.

“It’s okay,” she kissed away the tiny tears that prickled your eyes; nimble fingers caressed your cheek. “You’ll feel really good soon. Just let yourself go, trust your body and your pleasure to me.”

“Arle…” you muttered, and the sound of your quivering voice excited her. She held your face in place, greedy to surmise every single detail.

Arlecchino pulled away and then jerked forward, stuffing you full of her dick again. It bumped against the deepest parts of your body, leaving you short of breath. You threw your head back against the pillow when the tempo became faster, as if she was punching the air out of your lungs from how deep she was.

“Keep squeezing me like that, good girl." Arlecchino sucked marks into your skin—evidence of who you belonged to. “You want it, hm? You want me to fill you up with it again and again?”

“Yes, I want it! Give it to me, Arle,” you couldn’t help but utter in frantic moans. “Make me yours.”

You were the moment you let your guard down and allowed her to breach into your dreams.

Pleased by your begging, her hands went to your clit to rub it. She knew it was akin to an overkill, since this was within the realm of her powers, the extra stimulation was given to make your orgasm especially strong.

Your pussy tightened around her, your orgasm drenching her length of your juices.

Faintly, you registered her pulling away from you. The bed shifted from the movements, but you didn’t have the mind to worry about it, basking from the leftover waves of pleasure.

“Open up, sweetheart…”

You felt something prod at your lips, which prompted you to open your eyes.

Arlecchino had straddled you until her cock was within reach of your mouth, fingers grazing across your hair in a sweet gesture with hidden intentions.

“I wasn’t done with you yet,” her salacious grin made your heart race.

You woke up with a jolt, and you would’ve sat up if not for the arm weighing you down.

The sun shone through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day.

“Mm…” Arlecchino stirred awake. She noticed your disheveled appearance and expressed a questioning look.

Despite being awake from such a vivid and hefty wet dream, you couldn’t find peace from seeing your partner’s breathtaking face up close and personal. And with more reason, considering the focus point of said dream was her.

“I dreamt that...” you hesitated. “Nevermind.”

“I do wish you shared it with me, darling,” her fingers ghosted over your hipbone. “As detailed as possible.”

[mushies-stories]

Little succubus

Demon!Ghost X succubus!Reader

(Little succubus- prolog)

summary: Ghost was a demon who deals with business on earth. one of the strongest and most feared. ya know, all that. reader is a shy succubus who thought she was fallowing a human home until she finds out just how wrong she was. Ghost however doesn't seem to mind; in fact, he thinks it might have been fate that dropped you in his lap. ALSO Ghost has horns. :3

Warnings: SMUT 18+, fingering, oral (F receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, claiming.

Authors note: It's mostly... maybe edited but i will be going back and checking things out because by the end i got tired aha.

word count: 6061

“Well little succubus, just what were you planning on doing?”

You swallowed the thump that had formed in your throat. Words still never left your mouth, too scared and embarrassed. He could see you the whole time. It was just… mortifying you thought.

“Well?” he leaned in closer, eyes like steel as he stared you down. You couldn’t help the high pitched yelp you let out when he lifted one hand up to reach for you. The demon let out an amused grunt and pulled his hand back. Your tail came to wrap around your legs. “What is it little succubus, ya scared?” his tone was condescending and you swear he was smirking under that mask. 

If it wasn't already evident by the way you cowered farther into the couch, body shaking ever-so-slightly, the small nod of your head gave him the answer. 

He nodded slowly before standing back to his full overpowering stature. Eyeing you for another moment he let out a soft sigh and shook his head before rounding the couch and taking the spot next to you. He takes up most of the open space and when he spreads his legs out he takes the rest. You flinch when his legs press against your knees. “So.” he rests his arms on the back of the couch, eyes coming to focus back on you. “Followed me home thinkin i was a human man, that it?” he asks.

You nod again but this time added a little ‘mhm’ with it. You couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of panic that was starting to really set in. He was a demon and a much bigger one than you. Even sitting so close to him was almost suffocating. 

Your eyes were so big, so full of fear and glistening from the tears that were beginning to form at the corners of your eyes. “You don’t do that very often do you?” he asks, watching your every move and listening to your racing heartbeat. He knew the answer already, no, you didn't. You were too shy and much too scared. Most other succubus would be trying to use their looks and charm to get around the situation. Some don’t even hesitate to throw themself right at his feet, offering their bodies to use as an apology. But you? Oh no. You were so scared you couldn’t even move. A little doe in the headlights. Perfect little prey.

When you spoke, your voice was so quiet. Ghost figured if he wasn't already giving you his full attention he would have missed your words. “No…only when I have to.” you answer. 

One brow raised at that. “That so?” He eyes you up and down, checking out your body and face. Even though you decided to wear a dress you were still mostly covered. The tight sweater you wore also didn't stop you from shifting in your spot under his heavy gaze however. “y’er grown.” he said with a little gesture to your body. “Yet y’er so timid and easily startled, even ran away when I took a shower.” Ghost recalled. He had to force himself not to laugh out loud when you scurried away from his room.

His intense gaze was hard to keep hold with, instead you drew your eyes down to your lap.

Ghost didn’t particularly like you shying away like that but it interested him, you were peculiar for a succubus. “Little mouse, you shy away so easily. Why is that?” he asks, wanting to know how you got like this.

You spare him a quick glance and a shrug, his scarlet eyes felt so heavy. “Always been this way.” you mumble. 

A gruff laugh fills the air around you. “How's that working? Being so timid and scared has to make it difficult for you? Needing the pleasure of others to feed. Even trying to be with another of your kind.” Ghost speculated. The last part made your tail twitch a little in annoyance. He was right about all of it. It did make it hard for you. Ghost had noticed this tiny movement, it let him know he was reading you like an open booking. You just got more interesting the more you accidentally revealed about yourself. For a long moment it's silent. You didn't know what he was thinking but the longer he didn't say anything the more anxious you were getting.

“What's your name, little mouse?” he asks, breaking the silence.

You hesitate to answer, not sure if making it easier for him to know who you were is a good idea. Not seeing a better option, you settle on complying. “Y/N.'' You tell him.

“You couldn’t be a virgin, right Y/N?”

Your eyes snapped to him and you could see his grin growing from under that mask. Your lips parted to say something but no words came out. Why was he asking you something like that, why did he want to even know. Your tail curled just a bit tighter around you.

“Oh little mouse.” he chuckles. Of course, and you just happened to stumble right onto his doorstep. His cock twitched at your blushing face, this just had to be fate. right?

What you being a virgin meant doesn’t go over his head, not even for a second. Since you were a succubus and a virgin; only feeding when you needed too for necessity then you would be severely touched-starved by now. Ghost was a strong demon, his power unmatched by most and comparable to only a few. A little demon like a succubus could barely withstand being around him for too long without feeling the need to submit to him. He would bet that right now your panties were becoming a mess just by his presence alone. That was probably what led you to him in the first place.

Your whole body felt so hot. He was looking at you like you were some kind of prey. You wanted to run but the dampness in your panties was growing and it was starting to get hard to ignore it. “Why are you disguised as a human, who are you?” you ask, wanting to change the subject from yourself to anything else. 

He didn't answer you right away, he seemed to be thinking about how to answer. “You may call me Ghost.” your eyes widen as soon as his name is revealed. “As for what I'm doing on earth, well that is  none of your business little mouse.” Ghost explained, with eyes of steel and steady tone.

You nod slowly in understanding. Yeah, it really wasn’t. Ghost was a very strong demon, well known, one of the strongest and one of the scariest. If you were scared before you were terrified now. Ghost wasn't even his real name, he was a demon who roamed care free in the shadows.

Ghost let out a soft sigh and relaxed his body a little into the couch, showing you he wasn’t going to pounce on you. “Relax love, ain't gotta be so scared.” even though the sight of your eyes prickling with tears and shaking body made his cock beg to be stuffed in your little virgin pussy. “Not gonna hurt ya, you're just a curious little thing.” he tells you. 

You take a breath and relax your shoulders a bit. Your body felt tight from trying to stay so still. You tilt your head a little to the side in confusion. “About me, but I'm nothing special… I really should just leave.” You hated how weak you sounded, voice uneven and evidently full of fear. 

She shook his head. “I don't think so, I think you'd like to stay.” his eyes were challenging, wanting to see if you deny it, lie and pretend like you're not soaking wet for him. “Right little succubus? You want to stay and see what a real demon can make you feel like. Bet your little untouched pussy is crying for some attention yeah?” 

His words were dirty and they made your face feel like it was on fire. “But… I have no idea.” you tried to explain how truly little experience you had. You only knew the dreams of the few humans you have interacted with. “Why would you want to be with someone like me… I'll only disappoint you.” as you spoke your eyes fell back down and your voice was nothing more than a whisper. You feared that if you let him in like that or anyone else that they become unhappy the moment they realize you lacked experience. 

Ghost didn’t like this, he didn’t like seeing you fall apart about yourself. He knew having you to himself would be everything he’s ever needed. He wanted you and only you, something drew him to you. He just wanted to reach out and pull you against him and keep you there. After a minute of silence he decided the gentle approach wasn’t to his pacing. 

With a grunt he gripped a massive hand around your ankle and dragged your smaller body so your legs draped over one leg. “W-what are you doing?!” 

you let out a quiet yelp when his hand gripped your hip, helping bunch up your dress a little. You drew your knees together to keep him from seeing anything. His hood on you was gentle yet firm enough to keep you in place. “I can smell your arousal little one, you're soaked for me right? Let me help you, let me make you feel good. All you have to do is say please.” he tells you, determined to devour you.

You blinked a few times. He was right, your panties were soaked and your skin tingles where his hand had touched your skin and being this close to him made your head spin. Your lips parted to speak but you didn’t even know what you'd say. Could you really admit to him that you craved him more than anyone you have ever come across. Your body burneing for his touch and the whole new sensation was  becoming so overwhelming. 

Ghost was growing tired of your resistance. You both knew what you needed and he wanted nothing more to give it to you. “Too shy, little mouse.” His voice is dark, a little ominous. He moved so slide your dress further up your thigh. You reached a handout to stop him but hesitated before actually touching his hand. Something about the way he looks at you, his skin on your own; it was something you didn’t even know your body was craving so bad until now. He watched your face as his hand slid between your thighs and pressed his middle finger right against the damp spot on your panties. You shuddered and he chuckled. “Panties are soaked mouse, pussies begging for something to be stuffed inside. Bet your body is just aching to be touched.” his voice seemed to get even gruffer, lower and he leaned closer to your ear. “Say it and I’ll make you feel better love, just gotta say it for me.” he says, hot breath fanning your already warmed neck. He messages his finger into your folds so your panties can collect more of your slick.

For a moment just you gasp and shift a little as he teased your needy cunt, making you wish more and more that your panties were not in the way. You looked at him with big eyes when your lips parted once again to speak, this time you managed enough courage to get a single word out. “Please.” you squeaked the word right when he had pressed down harder against your clit.

By the way his eyes crinkled at the corners you could see that a wide grin had spread across his face. “Good girl.” he said before both of his hands found your hips and adjusted you quickly so your bottom half was on the edge of the couch and you were sitting properly against the back. He gets on his knees in front of you and rests his large hands on your thighs. Your eyes become transfixed on his hands, seeing how much of your thighs they can hold. Pushing your dress up past your hips he practically groans when he can see the mess you’ve been making of yourself. Your arousal filled his senses and made his cock twitch against his tight jeans. When you look at his face his eyes were now only rimmed with red. He hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and yanked them down and you let out a little yelp at the sudden action. Your hands gripped at your dress where it was bunched around your waist. 

Your brows raised when he hooked both arms under your legs and hiked them over his shoulders, Your cunt in full view for him now. Your tail shifted against the couch at your side. “What are you…” your voice gives out at the sight of him raising his mask above his nose. His lower face is bare for you to gaze upon. His eyes locked onto yours as he planted a kiss to one of your knees. Your own eyes kept trailing down to his lips as he peppered the soft skin on your inner thigh. 

“Smell so good, all wet and needy for me.” he mumbles against your skin before giving you a little nip. A hand released your thigh to your pussy so he could glide a finger through your folds. Your lips part with a small gasp when he circles your clit. Ghost kissed and sucked little purple marks on your soft skin while he toyed with your pussy. Then, without saying a word he lowered his head between your thighs and his tongue swiped up your dripping heat. The sweetest moan Ghost thinks he’s ever heard graced his ears. His thumb rubbed circles onto your clit while his tongue licked up your arousal. 

He couldn't suppress the groan when you whimpered and gripped his forearm. “Ghost, that feels… mmm feel so good.” you say with a sigh. His tongue was teasing your entrance, swirling around and pushing in just a little. 

He pulls his face back and rests his head against your leg. He focuses on your face when he abandons your clit and strokes his finger over your little hole. Your eyes were getting droopy and the blush painting your cheeks. “Just the beginning little one.” he chuckles and pushes a finger into you. 

Your eyes fluttered as he sank into you. Just one finger felt like such a stretch for your little hole. You knew you didn’t have to worry that much. Since you weren't a human it, but rather a succubus who wasn't a sexual creature by nature your body was meant for this to some degree even as a virgin. He pumped into you a few times, admiring the way your eyes fluttered the more pleasure you started to feel. You gasped between sweet moans that fell from your lips when he added a second finger. 

“Doing so good.” his voice was still deep but the edge to it had softened. He seemed so scary moments ago but when he's between your legs and looking at you with lust blown pupils. Even though his body still dwarfed your own it was comforting being wrapped around him while his fingers worked at stretching you out. 

When he found the spot that had your back arching he curled his fingers. Your eyes felt like they crossed and your toes curled. “Oh… Gho-ost, please.” you mewl his name. It felt like your stomach was twisting and tightening. Nothing like you’d have felt before, it was so much more intense now. Just as you were letting yourself fall into bliss it was ripped right from your when he pulled his fingers from your core. “W-wait.” you stuttered and blinked your eyes a few times to bring back your focus. A small pout forms on your lips.

You looked at Ghost who was smirking at you. “Sorry love, I promise you’ll cum just not yet. So sensitive I can't help but want to play with you.” he tells you. His hand rubs your thighs softly to help you calm down. 

He brings his fingers with you slick to his lips and takes one long swipe up his fingers. He groans and waste no time finding your clit with his lips and sucking softly on the bundle of nerves. At first he was just teasing, slow and gentle, only licking and sucking your clit. He was getting you all worked up until your arousal was dripping onto the couch. Your chest heaved and your head lulled back against the couch as you watched him. While he gripped and held one thigh still on his shoulder, the other that had been resting on your waist tightened a little, making sure your hips can't wiggle around. He sucked your clit into his mouth much harsher than he has before and your hips bucked against his arms. You can't help the loud moans that escape you. He let your clit go so he could slip his tongue into your fluttering pussy. His eyes were practically closed as he took you in. the way your body reacted to him, was so wet and needy for his touch was pushing him farther into a state of pure need and desire. 

He lapped at your pussy and slid his tongue along your gummy walls. His arm held you still the more your body began to wiggle and shake. “Ghost! Please… please it feels so good.” you ramble out. Your eyes were fluttering shut and that same intense knot was swelling in your stomach again. 

Ghost relished at the sound of his name falling from your pouty lips. So desperate and good asking him to make you cum. He wanted to watch you cum, he really did but wanted your first time cumming like this to be on his cock. So he pulls away, leaving your dripping cunt pulsing and fluttering around nothing and calling him by the right name. The moment he tasted you, heard you whimper and moan for him he knew you were his. He wanted to claim you and you him in every way he could and your pussy cumming on his cock for the first time is just how he wanted to start.

“Noo… please.” your voice was broken as you begged, nail digging into his forearm without noticing. 

When he looked at you his eyes showed a hit of remorse for leaving you to suffer again. But your disheveled shelf sweater falling from your shoulders and tail twitching at your side. “M’sorry little mouse.” he said it with such a tender voice you wanted to believe him but the ache between your thighs was unbearable. 

“Why… hurts Gho-”

“Simon.” He says, cutting you off.

Your head tilts a little in confusion. “S…Simon?” 

He nods and lowers your legs from his shoulders. He raises a hand to your face, capturing your chin between two strong fingers and guiding you forward. Your face to face with him, his lips only a beat away from yours. “Thats my name, since you’ll be crying it every time i fuck you.” he tells you, voice growing darker again. 

Your eyes widen at the intention behind his words. “Every time?” your voice was so small, you didn't want to sound hopeful.

He nods again and gives you a small soft smile, his hand cradles your cheek and strokes it gently with his thumb. “Sweet little thing, you're all mine.” he leaned in and practically slammed his lips onto yours. 

They were rough and the kiss was firm, his hands moved to your sweater, pushing the sleeves down your arms. He nipped at your bottom lip so you'd part them and with the opening he claimed your mouth with his tongue. Your head felt light and fuzzy, arms reach out for him and find his shoulders. When your hold on him tightens and you start gasping for air is when he finally pulls back. 

He bunched the end of your dress in his hands. “Arms up.” He says. You follow his instruction and lift your arms up lazily, like your limbs were just a little too heavy for you, you were already so lost to him. He lifts the fabric over your body and tosses it to the side. He looked at your bare chest with a crooked smile, delighted he didn’t have to waste time taking some useless bra off to see your perfect tits. With just his fingertips he trailed them along your lower abdomen, looking at the clear skin above your sex, your body shivered at his touch. “Gunna fuck that pretty little mark onto your body.” he growls before quickly grabbing your thigh once again and hoisting you up with him. 

You yelped when your naked body was pressed against his fully clothed one. Your body is now buzzing in anticipation, with the promise of getting your mark you were more than ready. He walks you to his room before doping you on the black sheet of his bed. Your chest bounced on impact and it caused you to wrap your arms around yourself. You felt so much more exposed with the way he towered over you, looking at your body with hunger in his eyes. 

Your eyes trailed down to see his erection and he was clearly big. Your eyes widened just a little but you really tried to keep calm, you would be fine, you told yourself. Ghost chuckles and your eyes snap back up to him. His hands hook into the waistband of his sweats and pull them past his hips. Once he was free you took another peak. He was big, that was obvious. Long and thick veins ran thick from his shaft. You swear your mouth was watering, the thought of him stretching you on his big cock had your head spinning. He was so big you knew it would still hurt, at least at first but pleasure would be what follows soon after. 

Kicking his pants aside he stocks over your body onto the bed, caging you in with his arms. He leans down to connect your lips again but this time doesn’t waste any time in claiming your mouth. At the same time he's pushing your legs apart with his and pushing the head of his cock through your slick folds. He pulls away for air while he grinds his cock against your heat.

Your body was aching, your fingers grip the sheets next to your body. You want nothing more than for him to finally stuff his cock inside you. “Please… hurt, need it please.” you beg, you breathe uneven and shaky. Your tail rests along your leg, wanting to curl around something. 

Ghost dipped his head lower and nipped at your neck softly. “Ask me correctly, Love.” He tells you. He wraps a lard hand around one breast and messages the smooth skin. Your nipples harden under his calloused hand. “Tell me who you want to fuck you little Mouse.” he rasps against you skin. He starts sucking and biting while his fingers start pinching and pulling your nipple before moving to the other. 

Your body was so sensitive you had to force your brain to work through the fog of pleasure he was causing. “You, Simon ple-eas I need you.” you plead, as tears start to prick the corners of your eyes. You needed some release and fast. 

Ghost’s cock twitches against your cunt then sits up enough to look you in the eyes. He smiles and strokes your cheek with his thumb, again trying to sooth you a little. “Alright, see there we are Love. M’gunna make you feel really good.” He practically coos at you. You nod a little frantically, not wanting to wait any longer. With a grunt he pulled your hips closer and abruptly slung your legs over his biceps. He pressed the tip of his cock on you pulsing heat, right at your tight little hole. Slowly he pushed the tip in, watching it pop in before starting a brutally slow pace at sinking into you.

Your brown knit together and your lips part but no sound comes out. You were too focused on breathing as his cock filled your pussy. “Big.. Simon, so big.” your speech was stained as he finally bottomed out. The tears at the corners of your eyes finally released and slid down your face.

Ghost leans down and licks one of the tears, your wince a little at the sudden action. “Pretty girl, crying over my big cock. Pussies squeezing me so tight and gushing around me.” he teases. “Gonna make you cum on my cock everyday love, make sure this little pussy knows who it belongs to.” He groans and starts pulling his hips back. You gasp and whine when you're left with only the tip. Gripping your hips he sank back in and started a slow rhythm, letting you get used to his cock.

Your tail instinctively inched closer to his arm and coiled around it loosely, just enough to feel a little more connected to him. You could feel every little movement and vein on his cock as it dragged against your walls. It felt good but you wanted to feel like it had earlier, when he denied you your orgasm. You wanted to cum, your body still aches from you loses. “Simon, please I want more.” you told him, eyes half lidded and swollen lips forming a small pout. 

His hips still for a moment, you were captivating like this. Under his mercy, dripping and begging for him “Such a good girl, asking so sweetly. Tell me what you want, what do you need me to do for you.” He urges.

You take a moment to formulate your thoughts. You wanted everything he could offer. While his cock rocked slowly into you it was his lips parting in a soft grunt that sparked a need in your head. “Face, I want to see…” you trailed off and your eyes shifted away from him. You were unsure if it would be okay to ask, you didn't want to upset him.

Seeing the hesitation ghost snapped his hips into you a little rougher, getting your attention. “You can say it little one, whatever you want.” Ghost had quickly come to term with the enjoyment he gets from hearing you confess to him. Your delicate little voice asking and begging him to help you. 

With a deep breath and shaky breath you nod. “Can I please see you?” you ask.

A wicked smile spreads across his face. He stills his cock, making sure to keep you nice and full of him before releasing your hips and making your tail let go of his arm. He tangled your hands together in one hand and held them above your head. “Wanna see the big scary demon huh?” he quips with a chuckle. The only response he got from you was your walls clenching unbelievably tight around him and a desperate broken whine. “Alright, needy little thing. You may see my horns.” he growls. With his free hand he hooks a thumb under the bottom and pulls it over his face. What little hair he had fell out, damp with sweat. You felt his body pulse around you and hot cock twitch inside, then a moment later horns were merging from his head. Big and curved back. His eyes were glowing, the only light in the room coming from the moon outside. 

Your eyes scanned over his features, momentarily becoming dazed at the sight of such a demon before you. “Beautiful.” your voice barely a whisper. 

Ghost chuckles and rolls his hips, bringing you back to reality. “Beautiful huh?” he repeats your words, a little surprised at your choice of complement. “Now for what I want, yeah?” he says with a grin. He begins a steady pace with his hips. He held your hands in place and focused back on your chest. Pinching and massaging your breasts while he started to move faster, snapping his hips a little rougher. “Need to make you cum love, need to see that pretty little mark form.” he tells you.

You wrapped your legs around his thigh and your tail followed, urging him to go deeper. You turned into a moaning whimpering mess under him, you knew he was holding back, still being gentle with you by the strained look on his brows. You were grateful for it, you would gladly take whatever he had for you but for tonight, tonight you needed it like this. 

He smiled at your fucked out face, fulling drunk on his cock. His cock throbbed against your walls, so tight and pulling him back in every time he pulled out. He released your hands and leaned back so he could watch your body move every time he pounded into you. “Taking me so well, so fucking tight.” he huffed. 

The pleasure was growing again, that intense feeling starting to build up and up. “Si-” you choked out. 

He watched you, felt your legs twitch against him. He knew what you wanted to say, could feel it. He dragged a hand down to where your bodies connected and started slowly circling your clit. His thumb sends waves of pleasure through your body and makes your back arch into his touch. 

“Please, Si… please I want to cum.” you practically sob, remember how it felt when he denied you earlier. “Please can I, can I c-um Si please!” you beg, desperate for your release.

Ghost looked at you with soft eyes and a mock frown. “Oh Babygirl, of course you can.” he tells you, voice gentle and calm. “Cum for me love, cum all over my cock.” he encourages you, pushing you closer to the edge with every thrust and harsh swirl to your clit. 

Finally, you could feel it, your orgasm crashing into you, sending you to a fuzzy blotchy world. Your eyes roll to the back of your head before closing, strangled whiny moans fall from your lips without hesitation. “Si-Simon! Mmm… good, so ohh.” Your pussy clamps down impossibly tight around his length, causing him to still his hips and cock inside you. Your stomach starts to burn with more and more pleasure, feeling like your orgasm is never going to end.

While your eyes are closed and you're lost in the intense feeling, Ghost is watching you intensely, watching you fall apart until your lower abdomen starts to glow red. He felt it burn under his fingertips while he continued to abuse your swollen clit, he pushed down a little, feeling the tip of his cock bulging, the pressure on your newly forming mark making your cry out and trash a little under him. “That's it, doing so good for me little one. Cumming so pretty like this on my cock.” Your pussy gushes around him, slick dripping and making a mess under you.

The feeling became so intense that blotches of black blobs started to fill your vision. You couldn't hear anything, but you could feel a warmth on your cheek. You blinked a few times; your eyes must have been closed because your sight was starting to come back. “Simon…” you mumble when his face becomes clearer. 

He chuckles softly and pushes some hair from your face. “There you are, lost ya for a second.” he says. You can still feel his cock, keeping your pussy nice and full. 

You give him a weak smile while you catch your breath. “That was… I’ve never.” You couldn't find the words.

His hand ghosts over the new mark above your sex. His hips started to move again, he couldn't wait any longer. He needed to fuck you now, fuck you until he empties himself deep in your cunt. “Getting your mark always makes it more intense, burned with pure pleasure.” He notes. You nod. You knew that, you just didn’t know it would be that strong and overwhelming. He didn't take more than a minute to focus back on plunging his cock as deep as possible into your dribbling core. “Need you to cum again for me Love.” He tells you, now gripping your hip with one hand and holding himself above you with the other. He slammed into you, much harsher than before. “Need to fill your pretty little pussy up, need you take my cum.” he growled. 

You nod, feeling the pleasure already building. “Yes, wanna cum again Si, please.” his lewd words and brutal pace was enough to have you right on the edge again. The lingering sensitivity of your mark makes it so easy for him to rip loud desperate moans from you. The sound of his cock slamming into you and your flick hole fills the room. “Wanna feel you inside Si, want you c-um.” you moan.

Ghost leans down Locke's your lips together, needing to taste you. Your arms came to wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer. He ate every moan and whimper you let out. When your pussy pulsed and calmed down around him, he couldn't suppress the deep guttural groan he made. He pulls back a fraction for air, his hips snap harder into you. 

“Fuck, gonna flood your cunt with my cum. M’so close.” he groans and huffs as he fucks into you. something primal growing in him as your pussy squeezes his cock, never letting him pull out too much. 

Your walls clamp down and your legs shake uncontrollably around him. “Ohh, ohh! Si~” you moan. Keeping your eyes locked on him was hard when the pleasure threatened to force them closed. Your orgasm came without warning, you let out a shaky high-pitched moan and clung to him for dear life. 

Ghost’s was so close, your pussy trying so hard to milk his cock. “Just like that, fuck… pussies clinging to my cock.” he says through gritted teeth. With a few harsh truths he was painting your walls with his thick cum. He pressed into you, making sure to empty him deep. “Oh fuck, taking all of me so fucking well.” he praises, eyes lidded and brow sheened with sweat. His hips finally stilled with his cock still buried deep. His cum leaked out around him, dripping down and onto the sheets. 

He leaned back and admired the mess you both made of his sheets. Your hair was a mess and your face was flushed. He rubbed your thighs, legs no longer wrapped around him but now laying slack at his sides. He looked at your mark, the pretty heart and that adorned your skin. He grazed his fingers over it and smiled when you twitched at his touch. Still so sensitive. 

“Thank you.” your voice was so soft. Your eyes were half lidded and threatening to close on you. A small content smile on your lips. 

He shook his head. “No need to thank me, Love. not yet anyways.” he grinned teasingly. “You did just hand yourself over to one of the most powerful demons in all of hell ya know.” he informs you again. 

You wanted to giggle at that but the sound died in your throat when he started to pull out. “Si-Simon wait, please.” you asked hastily. He stopped and raised a brow, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. “Too much, go slow… please.” you plead. 

Ghost held back his laughter with a sigh. “How about we do this.” he offers and slips back in, even though it was now soft it still felt like it took up all the room in your pussy. He gripped your thighs and raised you onto his lap. “Why don't we take a bath and make sure your pussy is completely satisfied.” the look on of pure needy and desire in your eyes was all he needed. 

It took a while to get you both cleaned. Begging him to fill you up over and over prolonging the soak in the large tub. He didn't mind; however, you were just perfect for him. Needy and cock drunk for him. He was never letting you go now.

[lordprettyflackotara]

party monster || fred weasley || part two

‘I see something in you.’

sum: after a wild night of partying, fred is in disbelief that he somehow fucked a ghost. but now he can still see you sober, but no one else can. he ends up in the hogwarts university psychiatric unit, where you decide to pay him a visit

tw:smut minors dni 18+, porn with a plot, ghost!reader, lowkey drug addict!fred, this prob wont make sense without reading part one, aggressive fred but nun too much, just a sprinkle of degradation because what’s a tara fic without some

a/n: had to really give this part two some thought, thank you to everyone sticking w me as i took 282829 billion years to drop this. love you, mwah <3

part one is here

The group jumped at Fred’s sudden yelling, looking at each other in a confused manner. Your eyes widened as you took a step back, suddenly fearful.

“You can see me?”

Your voice was as hushed as a whisper. No wizard or witch in your many years as a ghost had ever seen you sober. Your mind began to rack itself in an attempt of rationalizing the situation. Maybe the cocaine remained in Fred’s system. Yet those remnants had never created this result before. Fred sat up fully, shooting daggers into your being. “What the hell are you? A succubus?” He hissed. Draco glanced beside him, ensuring he wasn’t missing something.

Fred’s friends nervously exchanged glances, Pansy biting on her bottom lip. “Fred, who are you talking to?” Mattheo asked. The brunette was having a hard enough time being sober, nevertheless having to figure out Fred’s mental state. “What, you don’t see her? She’s right there beside Draco,” Fred said, pointing at you. You clutched your necklace, swallowing. “You shouldn’t be able to see me, this isn’t right,” You told him, your voice shaky. Mattheo put his hand on Fred’s shoulder, giving him a weary look, “There’s no one there mate.”

Disbelief washed over Fred as he shot him a nasty look. “Are you playing a bloody joke on me? Look at her! That’s the girl I was with last night!” He insisted. You blinked as his friends theorized he was hallucinating, causing you to look alarmed. “Fred you need to stop talking, they can’t see me and are going to think you’ve gone mad,” You protested. Fred rolled his eyes, ignoring your wishes. Mattheo looked over his shoulder, signaling for Draco and Pansy to leave the room. He mouthed words you couldn’t make out, your eyes narrowing.

“I haven’t gone mad, look at her!”

Fred began to explain every description word he could think of. He described your hair length, what you were wearing, the color of your eyes, your beauty. Mattheo and Theo pretended to play along, nodding intently. “They’re playing you Weasley. They don’t believe you,” You said, trying to catch his attention. Fred was irritable, his body in overdrive as he attempted to adjust to his new found hangover. “They’re not playing me. You both believe me, don’t you?” He asked, looking at Mattheo and Theo. The Slytherin’s immediately agreed, causing you to cringe.

This had never happened before, you had never planned for this. You had set countless wizards straight and not one of them had magically seen you sober. You had no one to ask, no one to help guide you to help Fred. You heard footsteps, causing you to glide through the dormitory door. It was there you saw Draco and Pansy, several professors nipping at their heels. You ran through the dormitory door, ignoring whatever bullshit Mattheo was feeding Fred.

“Fred they don’t believe you, there’s a group of professors coming. You need to run!”

The ginger stared at you in awe, not failing to notice you gliding through the wooden door. What were you, actually? A demon? A ghost of memories past? You didn’t seem ghostly, your being as prominent to Fred as anyone else in the room. It wasn’t until the swarm of professors man handled him out of bed, sternly forcing him out of the room that he realized he may be wrong. Their voices echoed through out his ears absentmindedly, his focus entirely centered on you. Your tongue was tied in a knot, your arm outreached to touch Fred’s shoulder.

He stared in awe as it went past his skin, floating through his body as if you were transparent. Neither of you had time to process this, the Gryffindor rushed out of the dorm before you could try to stop them. You trailed behind them, nervously jogging to keep up with Professor McGongall. “We’ve told you time and time again those muggle substances are no good Weasley,” She lectured, her heels clicking with each step. You sighed, Fred’s eyes glued to the ground. “I’m not seeing things, maybe a ghost but i’m not imagining her,” Fred insisted. You managed to catch his eye, brushing through his classmates that stood in your way. “Dont say anything. Just be quiet and let them do their examination. The sooner they think you were just sobering up the better,” You instructed. It was the best advice you could think to give, given the circumstances.

Fred raised an eyebrow, silently questioning you. “Trust me. The sooner everyone leaves you alone, the sooner I can explain,” You insisted. Fred clenched his jaw, sneakily nodding in understanding as you both finally reached the psychiatric hall. You stayed behind, clenching your fist nervously. You didn’t have the courage to follow him. Not right now. Regrettably you turned around in the opposite direction, leaving Fred alone with nothing but questions.

Everyone questioned Fred. If he was being honest he thought he was going to be interrogated to death. No one found his jokes funny anymore. No one saw him as anything beyond what they deemed to be his hallucination. The ginger tried to listen to you, even if he thought it was a bad idea. You had embarrassed him and now you had landed him in the psych ward. Only the maddest wizards were sent here, mostly from serious spells or potions gone wrong. But Fred hadn’t had either of those happen, resulting in an absurd amount of attention being placed on him.

Confessing his cocaine usage to Professors and Healers was not his favorite thing to do. Explaining how he snorted cocaine and the effects was difficult, all whilst trying to hide the identities of who he got it from. By the end of the day he was exhausted and hungry, the repetitive questions driving him insane. He sighed as he finally was roomed for the night, flopping down on a mattress. The room was something straight out of a muggle film, white padding covering the walls and floor. It was sound proof, meaning the only thing Fred had left was his thoughts. Thankfully he had a window, which was charmed so it couldn’t be opened or heard through. But it provided Fred with some sort of lighting, the full moon graceful enough to illuminate his new room.

It was then you glided through the metal door, your presence alerting the worn out ginger. “It’s about time you got here, you’ve got an awful lot of explaining to do,” Fred hissed hatefully. You sighed, walking over and sitting in the moonlight. You leaned against the padded wall, patting the spot next to you. Fred clenched his jaw as he joined you, heavy bags under his eyes. “I want to premise this by saying i’m sorry,” You began. Freds gaze was glued to the cushion floor, a pure white sweatpants, sweatshirt, and socks keeping him warm from the freezing temperature. “I died in the 1970s from a cocaine overdose. I can’t explain to you how or why i’m still here, but I am. I’ve always been able to be seen when someone is high on drugs, but never sober,” You told him. Your soft tone and worried state didn’t seem to faze Fred, his eyes tired as he stared at the floor.

“I did all of that to help you, please believe me. I like you. I wanted the best for you. You were supposed to wake up and think I was some terrible high so you’d swear off the cocaine and never do it again. I’m not sure how but you can see me still. I can’t rationalize it,” You admitted, sucking your bottom lip through your teeth. Fred’s emotions were hard to read, his face stone cold. “What took you so long to come find me? I did what you told me to and you couldn’t even have the decency to come visit me?” He asked bitterly. You brought your hand to his shoulder, softly touching it. “I died in the east wing, the medical one. Not even magic could bring me back,” You whispered. Your touch grabbed Fred’s attention this time, his eyes finally lifting to your face. “You’re touching me..?” He whispered in disbelief. You couldn’t explain it either, swallowing. “Y-Yeah I guess I am,” You replied.

Before you could process it Fred was on you, his large hand wrapped around your throat as he pinned you to the floor. He straddled you, his face red with rage. “You ruined my life! Everyone thinks i’ve gone mad because of you! You… You stupid ghost!” He barked. You struggled under his grasp, before aggressively shoving his shoulders. For a moment he was startled, giving you a window of opportunity. You rolled the both of you around, using both of your hands to grab his throat. “At least i’m not a stupid druggie! Find something else to fill the bloody void besides muggle substances!” You argued, your words laced with venom. The two of you were out of breath, panting as you choked the other. The veins in Fred’s arm poked out, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Whether or not either of us like it. We’re stuck with each other. We’re going to have to work together if you wanna convince everyone you’re sane,” You whispered, your vocal cords strained. Fred dropped his hand, allowing you to take large gulps of oxygen. You weren’t even sure if you needed it, but it made you feel human. “I’m convinced you’re my karma somehow,” Fred sighed. You released him from your grasp, the ginger letting out an exhausted sigh. “How do you figure that?” You asked. Fred gave you a sarcastic chuckle, putting his hands behind his head. “I get around little lady. I’m sure you know that,” He gloated. You crossed your arms, arching one eyebrow. “Really? You don’t fuck like a whore,” You countered. Fred’s hands were on you instantly, flipping both of you back over.

Your back hit the plush floor, Fred’s hand on either side of your head. You were completely pinned under him, completely at his mercy. “Oh really now? How do you figure that?” He questioned. His eyes flickered down to your plump lips so quickly you might’ve missed it if you weren’t studying him so intensely. “Experienced wizards don’t usually let me ride them in a public restroom,” You quipped, causing Fred to laugh. His laughter was genuine, his playful side making a grand appearance. “Oh yeah? You wanna see how experienced I actually am?” He asked. He grinded his hips against yours, causing you to gasp. “Maybe I do. Maybe I want you to take control this time,” You admitted. Fred smirked at your confession, bringing your lips to his.

There was something different this time. Something much more desperate and passionate. There was an indescribable connection between the two of you, one you may have undermined before. Fred slipped his hands up your sheer white dress, finding your waist with ease. “Although this dress is flattering, isn’t it a little stereotypical for a ghost?” He chuckled. His hands went up further to your breast, squeezing them tenderly. “I don’t exactly have a whole wardrobe you know,” You gasped, your back arching off of the padded floor as he began to you with your nipples. He could feel them growing hard under his touch, his lips strayed from yours, planting kisses down your neck. He wasn’t sure if he was imagining it, but he could feel your pulse. Fred wasn’t one to kill the mood, even though logically he should’ve asked some more questions.

None of the logistics or questions mattered now, his soul focus on pleasing you: the mysterious ghost girl who haunted him.

He kissed down your chest to your stomach, shoving your dress up to your waist. He was pleasantly surprised to find you wearing a danity pair of white panties, ones that he was quick to shove down to your ankles in anticipation. “Not much lingerie options either I take it?” Fred asked playfully. Your dramatic sigh made him chuckle, his breath hot as he hovered over your cunt. “Shut up before I change my mind,” You grumbled, feeling sheepish for the first time in a long time. He ran a finger up and down your slick, admiring your juices coating it. “Yes ma’am,” Fred hummed licking a stripe up your folds. You couldn’t help but moan, your sinful noises ones only Fred had the pleasure of hearing. He lapped at your cunt like a starved man, sucking at your clit as he brought two fingers to your entrance.

Fred hummed in satisfaction as you took him with ease, your gummy walks tighter than any other witches he had previously experienced. What was it? What was it about you that had him so addicted? He curled his fingers inside of you, finger fucking you quickly as he devoured your cunt. “My fucking- shit- Fred!” You groaned, your thighs squeezing his head. With each noise you made you only drove him deeper into his obsession. He watched as your mouth dropped in the shape of an O, your back arching off of the ground as he devoured you. “Fred, fucking hell, I’m gonna cum, please,” You whimpered. You bit your bottom lip as Fred grinned, relishing in satisfaction that you were under him like this. He hooked his extra arm around your thigh, keeping it pried open as you came on his face.

Fred hummed in contentment as he cleaned you up, licking your folds until he deemed you clean. This left you squirming, the ginger licking his fingers as he emerged from in between your thighs. “Now turn over and let me show you how good a whore can fuck you,” He ordered. You didn’t need to be told twice, turning over and laying on your stomach. Fred was quick to take out his shaft, bringing it swiftly to your entrance as he adjusted himself in between your legs. You gasped at the sudden stretch as he pushed inside, welcoming himself to your warm cunt. “You’re somehow tighter than I remember, fuck,” Fred grunted, watching you take him. You licked your dry lips, managing to pick your head up off of the floor. “Well, you were immensely fucked up,” You answered, feeling him bottom out inside of you.

Fred leaned forward, his breath hot as he nibbled at your earlobe. “Yeah? Well i’m going to immensely fuck you up. How bout that?” He quipped, before slowly backing out of your cunt before slamming back in. Your whimper was all the confirmation he needed, the ginger balling his hands into fist to brace himself as he fucked you. Your noises were loud and shameless, his name falling off of your lips like a mantra. “If I didn’t know any better i’d reckon you sound like the whore right now,” He commented, chuckling darkly. He pushed your head down onto the ground, turning your head to the side. “Only for you,” You moaned, drool forming on the side of your mouth as he rammed into you. His thrust were merciless, chasing a high he only wanted you to give him. His other hand held steadily onto your waist, promising bruises. (If your being could form them.)

Fred bit his bottom lip as he watched your ass jiggle with each thrust, your walls milking him for everything he had. “My little whore. Such a perfect cocksleeve for me,” He snickered. He could feel the way your walls fluttered around him at the sound of the degradation. “Awe you like that? You like being called my personal fucktoy?” Fred asked. You babbled an agreement, calling out his name. It didn’t take long for your second orgasm to wash over you, your body shaking as you came on his cock. Fred’s hips stuttered, yanking out of you suddenly. He grabbed your hair, pulling you onto his cock. You didn’t have time to process his aggression as he came in your mouth, his salty warm cum flooding your senses. “Can’t have a mess now can we?” He asked, satisfaction washing over him as you swallowed his seed whole.

Both of you were panting messes, your doe eyes meeting his. “You just fucked a dead girl in a psych ward. Are you sure you haven’t gone mad?” You asked.

Fred collapsed beside you, putting his hands behind his head, “Maybe, but i’ve only gone mad for you.”

[suzukiblu]

Do you read much fic yourself? and if u do, do u have any recs?

I kinda read fic in fits and starts, to be honest? Like it ebbs and it flows, pretty much, hah. So sometimes I read a TON of it and sometimes I pretty much don't read any at all. So like, currently not really, but previously enough that I def DO have recs, haha.

Not an exhaustive list of my faves, just some random Good Ones I can think of off the top of my head ( all some variant of DC or DPxDC ).

( also def read the tags on these, there's def some tags on a few of them that at least some people would wanna know about before reading. )

Catching Icarus by Fantasyfire ( YJA!Conner gets Super-adopted, interdimensionally-speaking. Fully the inspo for that "the last son of Krypton meets Hypertime Kon" WIP of mine, for the record. )

I Want It That Way by WynterSky ( Tim/Kon but make it 90's and also an emotional rollercoaster. )

Stress Relief by daemoninwhite [ nsfw ] ( Kon goes to a sex club in space for some free-use/stuck-in-wall-style stress relief and gets exactly what he wants. )

Jasmine Luthor by Die_Erlkonigin6083 ( Jazz finds out her biodad is Lex Luthor and literally does not care until she finds out CONNER Luthor exists. )

The Unnecessarily Dramatic Death of One Jasmine Fenton by Rowan_the_Escapist ( Jazz and Jason meet at a party and it all goes to shit pretty quick. fyi I will chew on this worldbuilding and also this version of Jazz/Jason until I ALSO die. )

Lazy Sunday by Faeriekit [ nsfw ] ( . . . I did not think I'd be so into Jason/Tucker but uhhhhh turns out I'm real into Jason/Tucker and especially into Jason getting consensually hypnotized into a househusband while absolutely desperate for his boyfriend Dom to fuck him, go fig!! )

The French Mistake by Vamillepudding ( The wrong Bruce is in this reality but he's a much better dad than the right one, so is that really a problem?? )

Buy One, Get One by iselsis ( Incubus!Jason gets rescued/surprise-adopted by Batman and then tries to figure out if it's safe to ask Bruce to save his succubus!mom from his shitty dad. )

Catherine/Bruce Medieval AU by iselsis and PotatoLady ( I am not emotionally well about this whole entire concept, hahaha. Omegaverse medieval AU where Bruce beats Willis in a fight and therefore wins whatever belongs to him. Which in this scenario includes Catherine and Jason. )

bystander by greeneyedfirework ( Batfam omegaverse where alpha!Jason finds a messed-up Robin!Dick in heat and it is a Problem(tm). One of the specific genre of omegaverse-Robins-in-distress that was inspo for the "Robin gets nested" WIP. )

Eyes Like Kryptonite by dragonez ( Lena Luthor gets a strange Kryptonian on her balcony who doesn't know if he's from an alternate reality or time-travelling and wants specifically HER help. Kara/Lena. )

your ghost i will gladly bear by merils ( Interdimensional Timkon featuring two Robins on a rooftop while they're both dead. THIS CONCEPT, I LOVE IT. )

This isn't how things are supposed to go. But we've always been unorthodox. by RenkonNairu ( Please and thank you for this slightly niche and highly interesting omegaverse take including omega!Kon, bless. Also Tim/Kon and Bruce/Clark, accidental and deliberate and deliberately-AVOIDED bonding, and the shitty version of Lex/Clark. )

Fairy Godbrother by envysparkler ( Batbrothers accidentally-on-purpose decide to meddle in another reality's version of themselves in quick succession, or over the course of several years, depending on how you timestream it. )

. . . . . . like, just go check out thebodydies and Briarwitched, I cannot effectively narrow down the options there, haha, just gooooo.

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     “I don’t think it’s gonna work,” Y/n told her friend. 

     A weekly movie night turned into talking about incubus and succubus. Random but the supernatural film had mentioned them and that led into a spiral that ended in googling how to summon them.

     “Well if I’m not getting fucked I’m going home,” Her friend said

     “This wasn’t even the plan for the night!” Y/n called to her

     “And now it’s a problem. Good night!” She heard the door shut hard. Groaning, she got up from the ground and cleaned up the candles and food. Disappointed but not surprised. All of these things were just fiction anyway. Though it would have been interesting. 

     Y/n told herself she’d do the dishes in the morning and dragged herself off the bed. Thankful she decided to shower and put her pajamas on before her friend came over. Tucking herself under the warm covers and scrolling through social media till sleep finally took her. Unaware of the company watching her from the corner. 

     Passing out seemed an easy task, keeping dreams at bay was harder. No one could ever know when they started but just know that you became conscious of them at some point. Maybe it was because of what they were talking about— the demons that came in at night and fucked you in your sleep. But the dream seemed too vivid for a rem sleep. 

     Tongue flicked back and forth on her clit as she grabbed at the curly hair between her legs. Red eyes peering at her and watching her every move. His hands pushed her legs up to her chest and opened her up to him. 

     “Such a pretty pussy,” the male chuckled to himself his tongue slithering inside her as he gripped her thighs in his hand. 

     He was just as bare as she was, having stripped both of them before he started his exploration of her body. Tongue currently prodding deep inside as she moaned in her sleep. Her hands gripped his hair tighter. 

     The muscle pressed up against her G-spot, eliciting a loud moan from her. The male between her legs moaned into her as his nose brushed against her clit. Her body arched up as she rutted against his face.

     “Feel good baby?” He asked, pulling his tongue out of her and wrapping his lips around her clit.

     “Yes! Fuck, wanna cum.”

     “Cum for me then baby.” 

     The more he sloppily made out with her cunt the more she was getting closer and closer to the high that never came. Her eyes shot open at the worst possible time. Her covers were thrown off and her body was uncomfortably warm, her panties and sleep shorts feeling wet. 

     “Have a nice nap?” A male voice came from the corner of her room

     Y/n’s eyes adjusted in the dark to him. A pair of horns placed in his curly hair, lust eyes staring at her. Built frame that had her drooling. “Are you…”

     “The incubus you summoned.” He smiled at her as he made his way over to the bed, kneeling and hovering over her body.

     Y/n’s eyes went wide. She didn’t think it would work, “I didn’t think—”

     “No, but it sure gave you a nice little dream just on the off chance it did, didn’t it?”

     “Yes…” Yn shyly said as he leaned down and placed a kiss on her pulse point

     “What do you want now? Want the big bad demon to take your virginity? Mhm?”

     “How did you—”

     “Oh yeah, humans don’t remember your dreams.”

     “You can see my dreams?”

     “Only the dirty ones,” Changbin smiled as he placed another kiss on her neck, “So?”

     Y/n thought for a moment. Never one to participate in hookup culture or go out and date so sex was just left to her masturbating. It didn’t feel wrong with what he was offering. What could be the worst outcome of sleeping with an incubus?

     “Please,” Y/n whimpered 

     “Please what?”

     “Please fuck me,” Her body felt like it was on fire when she begged him. 

     Not even a second later, he had ripped both of their clothes off. Making the playing field even from the get-go. 

     “Think you look best like this bunny.” the demon smiled as he groped her breasts, lips moving along her neck in quick open mouth kisses

     “Wait, what can I call you?”

     “Need something to scream?” he chuckled “Call me Changbin, bunny.”

     Changbin ran his fingers over her nipples and watched her shiver. Laughing at how sensitive she was as he sucked bruises onto her skin. Slowly pressing a knee against her soaked core. Y/n laced her fingers in his hair and slightly ground against him.

     Changbin moved his hands down from her breasts to her hips, guiding her clit across his thigh. Y/n moved one hand to cover her mouth, hyperaware of her neighbors. Changbin just laughed at her

     “Feeble attempt bunny.” He told her, moving one of his hands to grab her wrist and pinning her hand down to the pillow under her head. Quickly pushing his lips onto hers. Y/n gasped, giving him the perfect chance to slide his tongue into her mouth. Forked tongue exploring every part as she melted under him. Her body gave into him as his tongue wrapped around hers before he pulled away. Leaving her mouth open to him.

     Changbin moved his hand from her wrist to grab her jaw and hold it open as he leaned down and spit into her mouth. He saw her flinch a little as the liquid hit her tongue. “Swallow.”

     He closed her mouth and watched her swallow as he instructed. Her whole heated up to ten after. Every little touch had her whining. Perfect effect.

     “Good bunny,” Changbin smiled and pushed her legs to her chest and came face to face with her cunt

     Blowing on her cunt softly and watching her convulse before sliding his forked tongue inside her.

     “Fuck!” Y/n cried

     Changbin moaned into her as his tongue thrusted in and out of her. Tips of his tongue rubbing against her walls and reaching for her cervix. Y/n reached between her legs to grab a handful of his hair. He held onto the back of her knees, keeping her folded in half for him, and in the back of her head, she knew she was going to be a bit sore from the position tomorrow. 

     His tongue slipped out of her for him to wrap his lips around her clit. Taking the breath out of her as he sucked on the bud. Her moans sounded like music to his ear, moaning into the bud. Y/n felt herself getting pulled closer to the edge like in her dream the harder he sucked on her clit.

     “‘M close Binnie,” she whined

     “Gonna cum for Binnie, bunny?” He asked

     “Yes! Pleasepleaseplease let me cum.”

     “Go on bunny.” 

     Changbin slipped his tongue back into her. Letting the muscle fill her up and thrust in and out of her. Y/n’s orgasm hit her like a truck, harder than any she’d felt in the past when she masturbated. Changbin drank up her essence. Cleaning her out completely as she shook from her high, mind going blank as he pulled his tongue out of her. 

     “Can’t wait to stuff this little pussy.” Changbin groaned as he dipped two thick fingers into her sensitive cunt

     Scissoring her open and watching her every move. Her droopy eyes watched him through her legs. Wall’s already clenching around his fingers, just before he pulled them out and spat into her hole. Pushing his fingers back into her. Stretching her open for him. 

     “Fuck me, please bin. Need your cock,” Y/n begged

     “Not gonna be able to take me without prep,” Changbin told her

     “Yes, I can! Need it, Binnie.”

     Changbin pulled his fingers out of her and brought her legs down. Y/n was going to question him then he laid his heavy cock on her stomach. Tip reaching past her belly button, precum leaking from the mushroom tip and onto her.

     Her mouth salivated at the sight. She knew she couldn’t possibly take all of him but her deluded mind said she could. “Still think you can?”

     “Mhm.” Y/n nodded

     “Never had a cock in you before yet you think you can take me.” Changbin laughed, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

     The Incubus pushed her back into her previous position. Exposing her hole to him again. He rubbed the underside of his shaft along her wet folds as slowly as he could. Y/n whined and continued begging him to just put it in her. 

     He pressed the angry tip into her and moved slowly. Y/n realized how she underestimated his girth. Her hands flew to grab her sheets as he breached her virgin hole. 

     “There we go, make room for Binnie,” Changbin said as he kept pushing into her.

     Her walls parted for him, adjusted to his size. A mix of pain and pleasure covered her body. He fit himself in as much as he could before giving her just a moment to adjust before pulling back and thrusting back into her. 

     “Been a while since I’ve had a virgin.” Changbin leaned over, hands pressing against her thighs as he pounded into her, “Might have to keep you for myself after this.”

     Words weren’t forming in her mind. Just feeling nothing but his cock inside her. And her second orgasm coming along too quickly.

     “More,” She whined. 

     “Just need my cock in you, don’t you bunny?” Changbin moved her arms to wrap around her legs and hold them open, “Cum on my cock and I’ll give you something special bunny.”

     His thumb grazed over her clit before starting to rub the engorged bud. Her walls clamped on him immediately and his name came out of her mouth like a chant. 

     “That's it bunny. Let go for Binnie.”

     “fuckfuckfuckfu—“ Y/n’s walls gripped onto Changbin’s cock as another orgasm hit her. Washing his cock in it as he continued fucking her through it to his own high. 

     Changbin pushed her thighs to the side and pumped into her till he was shooting his load into her. Pulling out and letting his cum shoot onto her stomach. Y/n looked down as his seed shot onto her stomach. She watched him rub his cock on her as she felt a warm sensation above her womb. 

     “Bin…” Y/n whined 

     “You’re fine, bunny. Just let it happen, let Binnie claim you.” 

     Y/n whined as the sensation had spread through her whole body. Changbin pushed his cock back into her, much easier this time. Y/n threw her head back into the pillow as he sank into her. She thought it was going to be like the previous round, not being able to fit all of him inside but she was surprised when she felt him deeper than last time. She was positive he was inside her womb.

     “Look at that, just needed a little help to fit me all in.”

     Y/n looked down, he was definitely balls deep inside her, Then her eyes caught the marking on her skin, almost shining through his cum. “What’s…”

     “Said I would give you something special bunny,” Changbin pulled out and thrusted back into her, “Gave you a special little mark. You’re all mine now bunny.”

     She could feel every vein on his cock as he pounded into her. She felt like her whole body was on fire as he brought back his pounding pace. “Now just my little sex bunny. Gonna let me use you however and whenever I want?” 

     “Yes!” Y/n cried as his cock hit right on her g-spot, not even something she had yet found.

     “Good bunny. Keep your legs open while Binnie breads you.”

     Changbin leaned forward over her and kept pounding into her. Every hit of his cock brought her closer and closer to another edge till it hit her again. Convulsing under him as he kept abusing her cunt. Changbin pulled out of her momentarily, flipped her onto her stomach and entered into her again. His hips slamming into her ass as he gripped her hips. Y/n yelled into her pillow as he used her pussy till he came inside her, not pulling out this time. 

     He let his cum fill her up. Y/n moaned as she felt his hot ropes of cum hit her walls. The demon only pulled out once he was finished and turned her back on her back. Y/n felt her mind slipping into unconsciousness as he kissed her neck.

     “I’m not done yet bunny. Still got a few more loads for you.”

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[seancekitsch]

I'd be really interested in seeing what you'd come up with for the Wedding Planner au with either Lucifer or Blitz!

hehe i chose the less toxic dad for this!! reader is a succubus

“Really CharChar? A wedding planner from Lust?”Lucifer is exasperated as he comes down the stairs to the main lobby of the hotel, barely taking notice of his surroundings, “I mean, is that really the angle you want for your wedding?”

“Actually Your Highness,” you stop him before the rant can go any farther, and he looks up at you in shock at the new voice. Sheepishly, he greets you. Probably not a great first impression from him, but he’s royal, and you’ve been having to give this spiel to a lot of clients regardless of nobility.

“Since my boss and his paramour have gone public, they’ve decided to blend the whole love and lust thing. A man like yourself must know that often the two go hand in hand, right?” Maybe you’re laying it on a little thick, but oh well. You aren’t lying, he is handsome.

“I, well— yes, but,” He turns to Charlie, “Are you sure you want a succubus planning the whole thing? Not that guy the Goetia get every time?”

If Charlie sensed what he was getting at, she didn’t make any comment.

“Vaggie and I have already done several planning meetings with Y/n and we think she’s the best fit! She has all these beautiful plans, and she hand makes everything just like you!”

Lucifer perks up at that, and you bask in the pride. Your craft is important to you, something the king in hell has in common.

“Well that’s lovely! Never mind what I was thinking earlier,” there’s a bravado in Lucifer’s tone, and true excitement for the first time you’ve seen.

“I hope my being a succubus doesn’t taint our working relationship,” you say, both voicing insecurity and a warning to him.

“No, no,” he waves it off dismissively, “Anyone with Charlie’s approval certainly has mine.”

“Good! Because I want you working closely with Y/n to make all the decor! Put that workshop to good use!” Charlie’s voice is loud and over excited, but that’s to be expected of a bride-to-be.

“Hear that?” you tease him, a sly smile and a wink sent the King of Hell’s way, “We’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

“I look forward to working with you, Y/n,” Lucifer says, ignoring the blush rising across his face.

The weeks leading up to the wedding move by in relative bliss. Drives to and from Lust and Pride while blasting music in the truck, long nights in Lucifer’s workshop where you not so subtly tease him, impromptu sleepovers with the couple at the hotel while going over plans and coming up with ways to go even bigger and bolder. Charlie and Vaggie are near perfect clients: a clear vision but up to being surprised, flexible and understanding, and extremely receptive to updates and changes in plans. You could not have gotten luckier. And your working buddy in all of this, Lucifer. Despite the bumpy start, you could not be getting along better. It seems insane to you that someone would leave a man so sweet and passionate. The pure desire to create that flows from him, the excitement he gets from making something tangible, the urge to help. Dare you say it, it’s more delicious than most forms of lust. You cannot help yourself when your thoughts drift to him, especially on long nights making decor for the ceremony and the entire hotel for the reception. It also helps that he’s very easy on the eyes.

I really need to give Ozzie a gift basket or something for letting me take this account, you think to yourself while using the side of your nail to wipe a little excess paint from one of the name placards for a reception table. You hold it up to Lucifer to inspect the finished piece, a smirk on your lips as he lights up with excitement.

“This looks amazing! Who’s is this?” he asks, fingers ghosting over it, careful not to muddy wet paint.

“Can’t you tell?” you ask, teasing him. There’s a beautiful golden crown and apple red swirls along the edges.

“Gee, let me think,” he pauses, pursing his lips, “Is it for the handsomest king in all of Hell?”

You laugh, and snatch back the placard.

“Careful, don’t let my boss hear that you’re gunning for his unofficial title,” you joke back, winking at Lucifer as you set his placard down with the others.

“Well it’s a good thing he isn’t here then, right babe?”

Both of your jaws drop in surprise, as if he hadn’t expected himself to let the words leave his mouth, and you certainly hadn’t expected him to flirt so openly. But you recover easily, it’s your nature.

“Oh, and why is that, Lucifer?” No Sir, no titles, just his name.

“Because…” he trails off, looks anywhere but you in the room, and then it happens.

His lips are on yours in a moment, his hands immediately reaching to cup the back of your head and pull you closer. Lust rolls off of him in waves, and you gladly swim among his tides. Your lips part to welcome his, to slot together two parts fitting perfectly as one. Lucifer’s tongue follows quickly, lapping at your lower lip then delving between them skillfully. He moans when your nails start to dig into his back, holding him flush against you.

And just as soon as it begins, it ends.

Lucifer pulls himself from your grasp, reaching for your hands to push them away from him. He tears himself apart as if burned; as if your kiss were venom from a snake.

“I- I- I’m sorry. This was wrong,” he stutters, wiping at his mouth.

“Excuse me?” you ask, genuinely incredulous. He was so into this, into you. How…? Why…?

“I mean, not you! It’s just I shouldn’t be with someone like—“

No, no you don’t believe it.

“Someone like me?” you ask, “Or a succubus?”

Lucifer stops his stuttering, a guilty look flashes across his eyes. Shame.

“That’s not what I—“

“It was,” you interrupt him, “It was what you meant. I get it.”

Lucifer stumbles over words, trying to save himself. But it’s no use, any fire between the two of you is ice now. The worst part is that you should have seen it coming, the rest of the royals aren’t like your boss.

You get up from where you were sat, gathering your finished work together into bags or boxes to load into your truck. Most everyone will be asleep by now, so no matter how hasty the exit there won’t be questions. You load everything, ignoring the protests and the help from the man, the pleading for you to stay.

“No, no, routes back to lust should be all clear at this hour, no thank you,” you insist, but you hadn’t been listening to him anyway. Even if he regrets it, it doesn’t matter. He had shown his true colors.

A gloved hand stops you at the door, turns you back towards him. Lucifer’s eyes are glassy, wild with what you would recognize as fear.

“Don’t worry, Your Highness,” you say, tone cold and as unfeeling as you can try to make it, “Everything will be perfect for your daughter’s wedding. You didn’t fuck it up for her if you were worried about that. I need to go.”

He doesn’t stop you from leaving.

You drive frantically in your work truck to the hotel, coffee sloshing in your travel mug in the cup holder, a sore substitute for sleep, of which you’re now on hour 40 of not having. And you know better, of course you do, but everything has to be perfect. Being down a pair of magical hands for the last week was a major hindrance, but it was also maybe your own doing. Lucifer had called; once a day for the past week. Had you answered, he would have probably helped you finish all of the decorations in record time, but pride stopped you from letting you pick up. After everything; how dare he? King or not, you’re not going to take that treatment. Asmodeus sets a high standard of treatment, he respects his employees as people regardless of status. Stupid me, you think, that the treatment you’re used to you’d come to expect. But really, it hurts a little that you were dumb enough to think Lucifer might be different. That your shared passions and clear attraction to one another could mean something and he wouldn’t be superficial enough to look down upon beings of his own creation.

Stupid, you think again, and banish the thoughts from your mind as you get cut off on pentagram freeway.

Cursing, you take that as your sign to pay attention to the road instead of your growing nerves and petty hurt.

The rest of the drive is smoother, your focus on the glittering lopsided hotel on the top of the hill.

You throw your truck into a lurch, skidding to a halt at the service entrance where already the happy couple is waiting.

“Ladies!” you shout out of the window, “I have everything we need in the back, hair and make up comes in twenty, photog in forty, they’re all my people and everything is going to go off with out a hitch!”

And true to your word, it does mostly. Make up takes double time on Charlie because the moment she’s shown a mirror she bursts into happy tears. And then they both need a touch up after their first look’s photoshoot. But you work quickly: by the time everyone is set up, you have the ballroom decorated, the balcony picture ready, the lobby transformed into a hellish dream venue.

“Hey,” Vaggie’s voice pulls you from your concentration on a centerpiece.

“Bride, I need you to get out of sight line immediately!” you command, acutely aware of what guests could and couldn’t see.

She groans and she steps back, farther into the ballroom.

“Look, I just wanted to ask if you’ve heard from Lucifer. Charlie’s freaking out because they’re scheduled for a family portrait soon,” she explains, and you see red.

“He lives here, does he not?”

“He’s not answering calls and she’s paranoid about leaving our ready room.”

You nod. You don’t blame Charlie. It’s their day and you promised everything would work out.

Your finishing touches are abandoned as you find yourself outside that big red and gold door again, this time without hot angry tears blurring your lashes. You knock on the door, frustrated and without rhythm.

“Your highness?” you call, and then louder, “Your highness! You’re needed for portraits with your daughter. Don’t make me spell out how bad this will be if you let her d—“

The door swings open before you can finish, and the face of a sullen man is revealed.

“We haven’t had a family portrait since…” his voice is barely a whisper, “I didn’t expect you.”

“I’m here for your daughter,” you sigh, and begin to walk down the hallway, moving faster only after you hear his footsteps fall in line.

The wedding ends up being perfect, musical vows from the two happy brides, what seems like an ocean of tears, enchanted flower petals flowing through the air, and all on schedule.

At the end of the ceremony you nod at Alastor and Niffty, your two points of contact with running the hotel side of this event, and they get the party started as hosts rather than employees.

This is always your favorite part of a wedding, the part where all the moving cogs fall in line. The vows are said, the toasts are made, the meals are eaten. All that’s left is to party. And thankfully, that’s all going smoothly, with Ozzie’s new tech programming the lights and music so it’s completely automated, and premade drinks on tap so the resident bartender can have a night off with his beau. Everything is perfect and the sleepless nights have proven fruitful, as evident by the two new happy brides swinging each other around on the dance floor.

You grip your cup to your chest, the heat of your pride contrasted by the icy cold of your drink. Songs drift from one to another as you sway in the shadows, fully enjoying the party but refusing to join in. It’s not your place, not until Charlie and Vaggie request you to lead them to their final photoshoot of the night, a “Just Married” pajama party.

You run through the timeline again in your head as you start to move your hips a little more to the music.

“Would you care to dance?”

The voice breaks you out of your thoughts, but you don’t even need to turn to know who it is. It’s the only voice that’s been in your head the past two weeks besides Ozzie and your own.

“I would, but I’m sure I’ll be left when you suddenly remember I’m a succubus decide I’m improper,” venom drips through your voice, and you turn away from his presence, clutching your drink hard enough that if these were glass, you’d shatter it.

What you miss, however, is the crestfallen look on his face as you move to a new spot to observe. You eye the lighting, flashes of signature blues and purples with spotlights intermittently finding couples in their groove. Your favorite of the personal touches you put on a wedding, one that from the look of it, Charlie is enamored with. You kept this a surprise from her, and now she keeps screaming in delight whenever she and her new wife, or any of their friends, get highlighted on the floor.

And had Lucifer not pissed you off, you would have actually liked to dance; The newlyweds are so cute they’re bringing out the sap in you.

“Do you need me to take that?” Niffty, who had refused your offer to take a night off for the occasion, sways tipsily as she gestures up at your glass.

“No thank you, Niff. I’m not done,” you tell her.

“Well, you’ll wish I took it later,” she slurs, with a knowing voice; one you almost don’t doubt. The sinner is crazy, but surprisingly safe at reading people. You only raise your eyebrows at her as she scurries away.

You hold the rim of the cup to your lips, not drinking. It’s merely a prop, something to look busy with so no one else comes to speak to you. It’s their party, and as much as you like these clients, you cannot wait to go back to Lust and gush about your exclusive knowledge of the infamous hotel, just leaving out the embarrassing part of somehow reading Lucifer’s feelings so wrong. You’ll get over it, if not through being a workaholic then by one of the clubs your boss manages. At least, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself while embroidering table cloths and arranging flowers and soldering their wedding arch together.

But not even a song goes by before Lucifer is back. Royalty, they never take the hint.

“I really need to talk to you,” he insists, “Please.”

“And if I say no again? Will you command me, Your Highness?”

His shoulders sag, as if defeated.

“I guess I would deserve that,” he pauses for a moment, gathers himself and straightens up, “But whether you talk or not, I’m going to say I’m sorry. I was nervous, and I hurt you. You don’t deserve that, no matter what you are. You aren’t wrong, I was.”

You turn towards him, eyebrow raised and urging him to continue. You don’t want to admit it, but this is working on you. He’s too cute; and honestly an apology is not what you expected from him. Maybe he is more than you thought he was.

“I shouldn’t have stopped kissing you, and I shouldn’t have made you feel less than. If I could, I’d like to make it up to you,” his voice starts to waver, and you decide to make him squirm a little more.

“And how exactly would you make it up to me?”

He steps forward, the bravado you’re used to coming back. Maybe this is a little mean, but there is some saying about hell and women scorned.

“I’d offer you a dance, and I’d be a perfect gentleman about it and if all went well and I don’t screw up again, I’ll try to ask you on a date,” Lucifer is now visibly nervous, his hands picking at the hem of his jacket.

“You wouldn’t try to kiss me again?” you tease, pouting your lips at him.

“Would you—“ he stops himself, “Would you even want that?”

You roll your eyes at him playfully and — dammit, Niffty was right, you want to get rid of this glass.

“Only one way to find out, hmm?”

He doesn’t hesitate, his lips immediately enveloping your own; a firm and meaningful kiss. An apology, a missed opportunity, making up for lost time. You and he both know you could have been doing this for a week now.

And that’s why you don’t hesitate to kiss back, clumsily fumbling the glass down on a table behind you before you grab at his lapels. The fabric balls easily in your fists as you kiss Lucifer eagerly, before dragging him onto the dance floor to join the others.

[muffinsin]

Hiii! I saw the succubus decline (dude was rude) and actually though of a request myself

Soooo, how about, not necesarily a succubus, but something like a demon that maybe the maids summoned ending up making a pact with the sisters so they could spare those maids (since soulless bodies don't have good blood), so the demon just gets to hang out around the sisters, trying to bug them enough to hand over the maids soul (and maybe in the end ending up falling for them)

Idk if there can be smut added to this without rambling too much

Btw, good luck on your exams ���

-💜 anon

Hey, hon! :) (this prompt is from before the succubus ask was settled). I’ve decided to write out a few normal HCs and include a little smut snippet for each of em, too, for fun ;)🙌 thanks for the ask :)!

Masterlists

Bela

When Bela was approached by a group of flustered, hurried, and downright terrified maidens and the cause of it all was not one of her younger sisters, she knew something was off

Hearing talk about a “demon” trying to take their souls certainly intrigued her

At first, she thinks it’s nothing but fearmongering, nothing but a few naive, younger maids seeing Cassandra and mistaking her for the devil. It certainly wouldn’t have been the first time, she thinks to herself with a light chuckle

Still, if only to ensure all their precious maids remain out of harm’s way and are capable of performing their duties well, she looks into it

She patrols by the halls, ready to keep someone from entering the quarters

Of course, she is certain this is about Cassandra- again. She scowls as she paces about occasionally, tired of constantly having to watch over her sisters and saving the staff- an important resource- from her wrath, hunger, and lust

Yet, it isn’t Cassandra she suddenly feels behind her, and she immediately turns when she feels warm breath hit her earlobe

With her sickle raised, she comes face to face with a person- a creature- she has never seen at the castle before

You’re tall and appear confident despite the weapon held to your throat. When the tip of it pierces your warm- almost hot- skin, Bela frowns at the sight of dark, inhuman blood

She demands who you are, and yet you don’t answer

Instead, you seem to almost study her, and she shivers as she watches your dark eyes trail down her body

Looking at your body in return, she finds the light, blue gleam by your chest, and just briefly she wonders- and immediately scolds herself for doing so- whether there could have been something behind the maid’s tales after all, and those souls taken are now stored within you

She shakes her head, ridding herself of the surely ridiculous thought. Then, she snarls, demanding to know who you are as she runs out of patience

Infuriated, she watches as your eyes trail across her again and grits her teeth when no answer comes from you

Instead, you only smirk at her, and when she attempts to bring her sickle down on you yet again, she instead is left gasping when you disappear into thin air

From then on, she keeps a closer watch on the maids, her presence both causing fear and bringing comfort to them in these times

And while you at first thought her presence was fun, spending a fair amount of time making fleeting encounters and exchanging long looks, you soon notice: Bela is becoming a problem

For every single time you attempt to retrieve a soul, she’s there, slicing at you and forcing you back into your realm

You’re sure you’ve heard her insist to her sisters; the little humans simply have an ill taste to them without their souls

With this begins a period of back and forth exchanges, of attempting to sneak past her without success, of attempting to bribe her into leaving- saying you will merely take one, even of trying to distract her

You’re certain, she’s quite capable of defending herself. You can’t help but wonder what her soul would feel like, even as you make no effort to take it in the slightest

You begin looking forward to seeing her

While Bela stands with her arms crossed and an annoyed expression displayed on her beautiful face, you smirk, eagerly and perhaps greedily taking each day as an opportunity to watch her

In only a few days your interest in her seems to turn into a full blown crush. You visit the maidens quarters each day, even as you hunger for something else than their souls by now, sticking to taking them from the village instead. Not that Bela needs to know that

Instead, you spend countless hours staring her down, watching her beautiful hair almost shine in the candlelight when she passes the well lit parts of the corridor, or how she will occasionally sigh, as though thinking this is beneath her

When she knows you’re watching her, she no longer attacks, as though equally intrigued by you. Often, you feel her eyes on you, when she’s sure you aren’t looking

And in time, you allow yourself to adapt more playful behaviour

You begin teasing her, asking for but one maid at a time. She always shoots you down with a scowl, and gasps each time you lift your finger to trace her lips, as though to make that very scowl disappear again

At other times, you have fun playing hide and seek with her, allowing the stunning blonde to feel your presence nearby, yet you stay in the shadows until, finally, you laugh and pull her into them, too

And eventually, you forget asking about souls altogether. Eventually, you have eyes only for her, returning each day to see her

You begin appearing in her room, her study, wherever you can find her. She never turns you away, and you feel she’s even experiencing some kind of thrill from trying to figure out where you’re lurking whenever she feels your eyes take her in greedily

When she sleeps, you watch over her, resisting the urge within to reach out and take her soul for yourself

You find, oddly enough- you would never hurt her

You hum to yourself when you feel a sickle press to your back, laughing when you hear a scoff behind you.

“You’ve done better before”, she hums, criticizing your poor hiding spot. Normally, you give her a challenge, sneaking about the hallway leading to the maid quarters and staring her down until she finds you. This time, you lack the patience for this.

Having gotten a good amount of souls from the basement already, and feeling the particularly hungry ones in your chest, you find yourself growing increasingly more hungry towards the blonde in return.

It feels ages since you first stumbled into her, ages of going back and forth and toying about. You’re eager to finally take her for yourself, to feel her cold skin beneath your warm fingertips, to experience the beauty for yourself and take in her feminine figure.

“Cruel”, you joke, turning around. As usual, your eyes immediately find striking gold ones before they trail down and you take in her smooth throat and large chest. She shivers, but doesn’t move or call you out on it, and from the corner of your eye you spot the light blush forming at her cheeks.

She doesn’t step back when you move in, looks up at you with a firm, headstrong expression that would intimidate and impress most. You find, it only makes you more desperate to bring her so much joy, her expression becomes a blur of pleasure.

When you set your hand on your hip and lean down, you feel your core throb at the sight of her skin breaking out into shivers.

At last, you decide to play this game again;

“Let me have one, goldie”, you hum, giggling when she snarls angrily at the nickname given to her. She opens her mouth, ready to immediately shut your request down, yet no words leave her when you squeeze her hip gently.

“I promise, I’ll take only one. I will treat her well”, you coo, keeping your voice low as to not wake any of the slumbering maidens in the room to your right. Seeing the door, though, you smirk as an idea forms in your mind.

Bela gasps when you back her up against the wooden door, her hands flying to your clothing as though to steady herself. Yet, when she feels you step closer, she bites her lip harshly, desperate to stay quiet when your front brushes up against her sensitive nipples.

“It isn’t painful, you know…”, you hum, leaning down to whisper in her ear; “I can make it feel really, really good”, you breathe out, smirking when you feel her shiver beneath you. While she is by no means short, she’s effectively trapped against the door, her eyes fluttering shut at your words, her lip bitten up to help her remain silent. It’s cute to see her try to keep her composure, you find, but it will not do.

“I like to lay them down for me. Start out by kissing and worshipping their lovely-“, you squeeze at her hip, and she jumps “-tight bodies. It gets them nice and calm in my arms”, you whisper, ignoring the building ache in your chest and between your legs, one urging you to take the stunning woman’s soul already, the other urging you to take her as a whole.

All in due time.

You feel her fingers curl at your clothing, as though trying to resist the urge to pull you closer.

“I strip them of their clothing, and I run my hands along their beautiful bodies..”, you hum, and even as you speak you know; there is no body more beautiful than Bela’s. She lets out a low whimper when your hand raises slightly, moving from her hips to the spot just below her breasts.

“They’re not scared, you know? They moan and beg me for more”, you whisper, leaning forth a little more, until you feel her thick chest flush against yours, her nipples hard through her dress. She’s biting her lip and whimpers lowly, as though the sleeping women at the other side of the door are the only things keeping her from moaning out loud.

What a sweet, sweet thought…

“They offer themselves up for me”, you whisper, chuckling lowly. Feeling particularly bold at her positive reactions, you bite at the shell of her ear, a low hum coming from you when her nails dig into your skin. She’s panting lowly, a deep red blush covering her warm cheeks.

At last, you lean down a little more, your lips mere inches from hers.

“Will you do the same?”

Cassandra

Tries to annoy her into giving up the maidens and is intimidated and dommed by her instead

Cassandra first learns of your presence in a way that is- really- unsurprising: by attempting to drain a maid

Pulling one of the few working women aside, she frowns angrily when she barely even flinches. Still, as much as she enjoys the beating heart, wide eyes and teary expressions, this will have to do. She’s hungry

But upon tugging the woman’s hair to expose her neck and biting down with no restraint at all, likely to not only bruise and cut, but perhaps break too, she almost immediately draws back as the first little taste of blood reaches her

No, not blood

Cassandra knows blood. This taste- it’s hardly that

Missing its sweet flavour and metallic, light and unique taste, she moves her tongue in her mouth a little, as though attempting to understand what it is if not blood

She frowns when, despite being (barely-) alive, the woman held by her hair is barely moving, barely breathing, and is keeping utterly quiet

She goes in for a second taste, and yet the results are the same

“Hey!”, she snaps, then, rudely waving her hands in front of the woman’s face. She turns, slowly and zombie-like, almost like old and rotten moroaica in the dungeons

Cassandra becomes fed up entirely too fast

Breaking the woman’s neck and watching as, at last, she falls to the floor, she makes for another maid, and another, and another

Until, finally, she finds one that is whimpering and crying and begging her to oh please, show mercy!

Oh how she loves it when they beg…

For a while, she’s content just writing it off as a weird occurrence. When her maids taste well again, she mostly forgets about it, even as she notices some of the other women look zombie-like still

But, soon enough already, she is forced to be confronted with it yet again

When more and more maidens begin tasting bland and stale, she snaps

Dragging one of the newer maids with her to the dungeons, it takes no time at all for her to lure forth the rumors going about in the castle

Rumors, regarding a devil sulking in the shadows, a predator waiting to snatch one’s very soul

Naturally, she’s intruiged

Suddenly the blood matters none to her anymore

She has a new objective, after all; to find and capture this devil. A hunting trophy, naturally

And so she waits, sulking in the shadows herself, sat by the ceiling in the maid quarters and sharpening her sickle

Like this, she is surprisingly patient

And sure enough, at last: movement

The moment she sees a shadowy figure emerge from the darkness and move towards one of the unsuspecting women, she pounces, uncaring of the countless women she awakens and scares nearly to death

She laughs as she easily grabs onto the creature, or perhaps: a person’s?, collar and drags them out the room

You groan and kick about, trying to free yourself as the tall woman above you drags you effortlessly like a sack of potatoes

The moment you’re out the door, you feel yourself being flung forwards, your head throbbing and body aching as it hits the wall at the opposite side of the corridor

Briefly, you’re about to move away, to turn back to the realm you’re from. Then, something stops you. The sight of breathtaking, dark golden eyes

You stare up at the tall woman as she approaches you, gasping in surprise when she raises a sickle to your throat

“Speak”, she demands, and you’re sure you feel butterflies swirl about in your stomach at the sound of her voice

Your undead heart beats a little faster, the thousand souls within your chest aching and racing about when she leans in close to you

She’s beautiful…

You pick up the scent of blood on her, an almost overwhelming smell as she draws in so near, you feel her breath by your throat

Then, pain

You hiss when she bites down, her sickle by your throat. You never even noticed her grab your wrists until you attempt to lift them and feel her squeeze them painfully

She moans against your throat, the sound vibrating against your skin. Whatever your dark blood tastes like, she seems to enjoy it

When she draws away for but a moment, you shiver at the feeling of her bloodied lips by your ear

“They’re mine”

And good gods, you feel like your chest is about to explode. You bite at your lip, desperate to make less a fool of yourself than you already have by not fighting her in the slightest

When she draws back, though, you can’t help but smile mischievously, eager to take her up on the challenge

Cassandra gasps when you suddenly lean forwards, her sickle swinging wildly, but merely hitting the air as you seem to disappear into nothingness

At this, she smirks. A proper hunt, at last

The moment you return to the castle the next day, you already feel eyes on you. Not any eyes, you’re certain, but the strikingly beautiful ones belonging to the brunette you met just the day before.

At first, you attempt to ignore it. You’ve come for a reason, after all; to collect a soul. Briefly, you yearn for her soul instead, ponder on the dark, dangerous, and beautiful aura you felt come off her the day before. Certainly, she’s far, far more interesting than a maid might be.

As you continue making your way through the castle, you almost think she’ll stalk you only.

You continue feeling her eyes on you, know she must be there, hiding somewhere, tucked away in the shadows. And you can’t help but feel like prey stalked by a predator.

When you move in to the maid quarters and your hand reaches out, fingertips just lightly hovering by the doorknob, she pounces.

You gasp breathlessly as she tugs you back, sharp fingers digging into your skin. In an instant, she’s on you, her bloodied smile wide and dangerous, her body hovering above yours.

You groan. You so desperately want to reach out and take the strong soul that belongs to the beautiful creature on top of you.

As though reading your mind, she laughs, her head thrown back.

"Try it, why don't you?", she dares you, her smile and gaze deadly. She leans down even more, her sharp teeth dragging against your throat. You try to push your thighs together shamefully, though gasp in surprise when her own comes down between yours.

"It tastes better when it's excited, you know", she hums, her voice strong and sure, before she adds breathily; "Prey"

It seems, it's all the warning you get, for in the next moment she alreaady digs her teeth inside, moaning and panting against your skin. She isn't gentle with you, nor is she holding back in any aspect. You hiss at the pain. And still, you can't stop your hips from bucking up, and can't help but drag your body against her offered thigh, whimpering and mewling below her. And it seems her words, her theory perhaps, proves right, for she moans even louder only moments after.

With your cheeks flushed and entire body on fire, you can only lean into the feeling a little more, moaning openly as you submit to the strong, striking woman so effortlessly taking you. She's holding you down, feeding and moaning as her thigh grinds steadily against your core and brings you more and more pleasure. Helpless and far too eager for your own good, perhaps, you drag your hips against her greedily, slurring out moans and gasps as your vision becomes blurry.

So what if she drains you of your blood? If she kills you, if you can even call it that? As a demon, you've been dead since a long time, already. You will simply return to your realm, rest, and if you're lucky- encounter the strikingly beautiful woman the next time you're at the castle again.

You don't mind dying for a creature such as Cassandra Dimitrescu.

Daniela

It's just hardly a secret that the youngest of the Dimitrescu sisters is- curious- most of the time, as it comes to the majority of things

Curious, and lacking even slight care as it comes to the privacy of the castle's staff

She's promised Mother she wouldn't kill all of them without reason! She reasons, Mother never said she couldn't stalk or spy on them!

And while it started out as something she'd do when bored, Daniela now finds herself lounging by the ceiling in the maiden quarters nearly every day just before lunch time, half swarming, tucked away and just out of sight

It isn't even something she does out of malice, nor does she do it out of boredom anymore

Instead, Daniela has almost fully convinced herself she's wanted there. That she is part of the community the staff has built for itself, welcomed to listen in to their chatter

At times, she almost forgets herself, almost wants to swarm down and join them and is only held back when even the lightest buzzing of her flies suddenly has all of them tense up and quieten

It hurts, more than she likes to let on, and still it just rarely gets them killed. After Alcina scolded her youngest for doing so, anyway

And still, she likes to stalk and listen in, her eyes wide and palm covering her lips to quieten her giggles at the latest gossip

Usually, she picks up rather boring things, schedule changes and new recruits, this and that she doesn't bother to care about

Often, she scowls and frowns in disgust, hearing the women talk about her sisters. At times, she feels a fierce blush heat up her cheeks when they talk about her in such manners, too

Today, however, is different

Today, she picks up unusual chatter

Rumors- of a creature haunting the staff at night, a predator after their souls

Naturally, she’s intruiged

And when she decides to stay and wait until nightfall, reading quietly and smiling to herself to pass the time, she eventually does pick up an odd sound

Panting, and a low whimper accompanied by a low, almost wet sound that reminds her of the sound of her hands dragging through her prey’s guts

Leaning down, she spots the tall, odd-looking, not quite human creature crouched by a bloodied maid

She watches, curious, as the maid below her pales more and more, her eyes slipping shut and body cracking as she is turned

She doesn’t know what she’s seeing, but giggles to herself as she watches you rise again, your black clothing soaked in blood, your skin reddened

You turn at the sound and when you run she follows, as any predator predictably would

You hear her giggles behind you, the sound of flies buzzing growing louder and louder until you not only hear, but also feel her swarm

You squeal when you feel the little insects pierce you, some of them going so far as to digging beneath your skin and biting their way out again

Then, far too fast for you to react, she catches up

You gasp as you’re tackled to the cool ground, your eyes wide as they find the stunning woman on top of you, her eyes wide and eager, her smile bloody

She leans down, moaning as her warm tongue drags over your bloodied fingers

You feel as though frozen, your core throbbing as you watch and feel her lap up the blood from your hands and clothing, her body light on top of you, her flies digging into you carelessly as though you yourself were a treat to her

Perhaps you are

Perhaps, looking at this one’s beauty, you don’t mind

Daniela coos at you when she at last sits up again, her lips and chin bloodied, her black painted lips moving to a wide smile

“Now, what were you doing, naughty one?”, she teases, her voice light and playful as she waves her finger at you

You feel your undead heart beat a little faster, your body heating up as she leans down to whisper in your ear;

“Don’t you know, stealing from my maidens is naughty?”

Your blood runs cold, and again you feel her bloodied tongue drag against your skin- your ear, this time

Then, she giggles, moving her hand to your chest, here countless souls and your beating heart lie below

“I can hear how happy you are to see me!”, she coos, with a smile so bright you’re certain you’re swooning already

“Awhh, you’re blushing!”

You doubt you are, doubt you’re capable of doing so, but your core throbs at her voice nonetheless

Already you imagine having her, her bare body tangled with yours

You don’t intend to take her soul, no. Not a soul this beautiful

But you do want her

When you allow yourself to fall backwards, your body turning to mere shadows as you find yourself returning to your realm, you still hear her gasp

In the time to come, you’re with her nearly every day, in one way or another

Surprisingly, she never stops you from taking the souls, only watches curiously and hunts you down after

Sometimes, you manage to turn this in your favour, to use it as an opportunity

Such as when you run as fast as you can, blending with the shadows whenever she nearly catches up with you

Eventually, you’re tackled by her, always

You don’t mind

“Sly little thing…!”, she’d smirk, her body on top of yours as she tackles you on a bed in one of the rooms, her body brushing against yours, her nipples hard through her tights dress

“So naughty!”, she’d coo, laughing when you’d suddenly turn and push her up against a wall, your body tight against her own, your knee strong between her warm legs

It’s driving you crazy

She is

In the best way

You find yourself running from her yet again, fighting a smile as you hear the volume of her swarm increasing with every little second.

You know this game well by now.

You sneak into the castle, you drain a maid’s soul. You feel her eyes on you, curious, eager, hungry.

Today, you are hungry too, and craving something else than the souls she recklessly allows you to take.

Today, you hunger for her.

After your kill, she chases you down. By now you know the layout of the castle well enough to know where to run to. To know just where you want her.

It didn’t take you long to figure out where the beautiful woman chasing you down each day rests. And while she sleeps, unaware of the fact you often come and go as you please, you find yourself being the one to watch her. You’d stand by her bed or sit at her desk, your eyes set on her, on her rising and falling chest, on her feminine, thick eyelashes fluttering occasionally even asleep, as though a part of her was aware of being watched.

Oddly enough, despite the numerous opportunities, you never took her soul.

You never even felt tempted to, unwilling to take such a beautiful thing from her.

You laugh as you’re tackled, your body falling to the ground in her chambers. She doesn’t look surprised to be here, or perhaps just hasn’t noticed where you’ve led her.

“Got you!”, she cheers, giggling to herself as she moves her head down again. She always does this, though while it started out with her tongue licking the metallic blood from your hands and clothing, she’s grown..bolder, now, her tongue dragging against your throat today instead.

You smirk to yourself, your hands slowly riding up her fleshy, soft thighs and to her wide, curvy, feminine hips. No, you’ve got her.

The naturally sultry, somewhat dominant appearing woman squeaks in surprise as you grip her hips a little tighter and lean up, lifting her with you as you rise to your feet. She’s light, easy enough to manoeuvre due to her nature. Daniela gasps when she’s pushed over next, her head smudged in her pillows, her breasts and stomach pushed against the bed, her ass stuck out by the end of the her for you.

Immediately, you lean over her, humming lowly by her ear as you hear her pant and gasp again. You press your thighs together, feeling her round, firm, bubbly ass press into your front.

You begin to lick at her throat, uncaring of the choker necklace somewhat in your way. Your sweet reward comes in the form of soft moans and little pleads and her hips grinding back against you and forth against the bed again.

“Please, my love…”, she begs, whimpering adorably for you. Her cheeks adopt a warm heat and cute, pink hue. She feels your hands slide to her own, your fingers at her wrist holding hers to the bed.

You find, despite you being the demonic one, she certainly has an inhuman charm to her, like a siren or succubus luring you in, like a irresistible pull that grows stronger the more you’re with her.

You smirk down at her, openly grinding down against her stuck out ass.

“Beg properly”, you demand, your voice low and breathy against her ear. You hear her whine and moan, quickly growing impatient and more desperate. In the end, though, the cute thing complies.

“Please, my love, please touch me…!”

You shiver, your hips bucking forth and pulling a gasp from her.

“But I am touching you, beautiful”, you tease, your fingers tightening around her wrists as though to prove your point. It only has her mewl sweetly for you, her hips rolling as much as she can move them in her pinned position.

“Please, my love…I ne-eed…”, she whispers, her lips moving to a pout, her back arching below you. You see no reason to deprive yourself of her much longer.

Drawing back, you toy with her corset, gripping the strings as you undo it easily. Next comes the zipper, though you pause halfway down, just before her thick ass is bared to you.

“Please….!”, she whimpers, and it’s all the permission you need.

Daniela gasps as you tug her dress away sharply and tug her back, tugging hungrily until the dress is gone and thrown somewhere in the room.

You cup her ass first, her sweet gasp music to your ears as you fondle the fleshy cheeks and hook your finger in the string of her panties, hardly big enough to cover even half a cheek.

“Naughty…”, you tease, chuckling as you unhook your finger and the string slaps back against her. She gasps when you grab her cheeks next, pulling them just slightly apart and laughing when the string slips between, her ass completely bared to you. Clearly, she too was hoping on being in your company.

You move up next, your hands sliding across her bare back.

Again, she sticks out her ass a little more, whining for attention.

“Get on with it!”, she whines, her hands gripping at the sheets, her lips parting and a squeal passing them when your hand comes down on her cheek harshly, easily silencing her and preventing her from voicing any more bratty, impatient half commands.

You easily kick her legs apart with your own, cooing as you move your hand between them and cup her pussy through the thin panties. Already you feel the heat coming off of her, and her need. Daniela moans and pants on the bed for you, shivering as you move your hand and your finger brushes across her clit.

“Y-Yes…!”, she gasps, rolling her hips, whining and mewling for you. You feel your own core throb at this.

Feeling particularly bold to at least taste her in some way- if not by taking her soul- you smirk as you make up your plan.

“H-A-Ahh!”, Daniela squeals, her back arching and legs trembling as she suddenly feels your head push between them. Your tongue finds her clit easily through her thin panties and she shivers as she feels your teeth dig into them and tug the offending item away.

“Mmhmmm..!”, she moans, her sounds muffled by the pillows, her hips rolling and twitching as you brush your tongue- at last- against her bare pussy. You immediately taste her sweetness, feel how soft she is against you.

How could you possibly ever get enough of her?

She feels you grip at her hips again, your nose brushing slightly into her as you feast, her clit throbbing and aching inside your mouth.

You’re hungry, insatiable, and ready to take everything from her.

At last, you know, you will get to claim the sweetest of treats found at this castle.

[lixiesfreckless]

Love Shot | c. j.

➸ synopsis: Were you best friends with a cupid? Yes.

When your favorite cupid manages to shoot himself with his own arrow though, you realize you may be best friends with the clumsiest cupid in the heavens.

➸ starring: choi jiung x female reader

➸ word count: 2.5k words

➸ general content: cupid!jiung, the reader is a succubus(demon that typically appears in men's dreams or wakes them up to have sexual intercourse), there is somewhat of a power imbalance between the reader and jiung thanks to the latter's innocence, smut

➸ warnings: like one swear word, kissing, grinding, piv, creampie, corruption(?)

➸ rating: 18+ MA

➸ author's note: don't get it twisted, this was not self-indulgent(is lying), this was all for the beloved @ashonheavenscloud whose birthday was yesterday. welcome to the double decade club bestie <3

♫ this fic has a soundtrack! you don't need to listen to it while reading(especially if the lyrics will bother you), but I really thought Touch by Keshi kind of encapsulated the thoughts/feelings in jiung's head.

“So let me get this straight,” you say, putting down your cherry-cola bottle on the kitchen peninsula. The man panting against the wall watches your every movement as he waits for you to speak.

“You went to a nightclub to finish your matchmaking quota, and forgot to make yourself invisible,” you recall, fighting a laugh, “and some drunk guy stumbled into you and you ended up shooting yourself?”

Jiung gulps and nods frantically, not having moved from the space next to your front door since you dragged him into your apartment, originally frightened by his helpless disposition. But now you slap a hand against your thigh, doubling over in laughter as you mull over the absurdity of his situation.

“And you came to me, of all people?”

“You’re the only person I thought wouldn’t laugh at me for something like this!”

“So sorry to disappoint,” you sigh, wiping a tear away. Jiung has half a brain to pout at you before he slides further down the wall, hands grasping at the flat surface for something to hold onto as his face contorts again.

“God, it just keeps getting more intense,” he nearly whines, eyes rolling back before his head falls forward. “What happens when a cupid shoots himself with his own arrow?”

“Right, ask the succubus if she knows why the silly cupid is in pain.” You remember the pain relievers in your cabinet, and decide to save your best friend, if only for a few hours.

“I’m not-” his breath hitches, and he bites down on his lip to muffle what you’re sure would have been a scream. “Do I look like I’m in pain?”

“Yes,” you nearly laugh again, incredulous at his stubbornness. He moves off the wall, nearly tumbling into your favorite chair with a whimper, and the sound makes you reconsider your answer. “Actually, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were-”

You halt your search for ibuprofen as you turn to look at Jiung, breathless and pink and slumped in a chair with his eyebrows knitted together. His uniform white button-down was nearly all the way unbuttoned now, and you remember Jiung claiming that you had raised the temperature of your apartment when you in fact, had not. 

Holy shit.

Maybe he had come to the right person, albeit unknowingly.

“Jiung, I want you to be very specific this time,” you say slowly, closing the door of your cabinet and exiting the kitchen. “Tell me about when you started feeling this way.”

“O-Okay, um…” 

You sit near him on a couch, eyes trained on him as he stares at the carpeted floor.

“I was walking home from the club; I left right after I got shot, because I was scared,” he explains through labored breaths, “and then I realized that I was nearing the hotel you’re staying at.”

You nod, not finding anything strange about that string of events.

“The…feeling started right after I thought about you, though.”

“What feeling?”

“Uh…” Jiung thinks for a moment before slapping a hand over his mouth, muffling what is probably the most desperate sound you've ever heard from him before continuing. “I don't really have a word for it? I'm just hot…and tingly all over…and a little dizzy.”

“And that started just because you remembered my hotel room?”

Jiung flushes an even deeper pink.

“...no.”

No?

Oh.

“Then what were you thinking of?”

He shakes his head, bouncing his leg against the chair.

You take note of his line of sight and leave the couch, kneeling on the ground beside his legs. He quickly averts his gaze, not wanting to stare at your shorts or your thighs or your anything, afraid the feeling will only get worse.

“Jiung,” you whisper, taking his hand off of the armrest and holding it, “it's okay. You can tell me.”

“I can't.”

“You can.” You stand up and brush some strands of hair away from his face, giving you a clear view of his blown out pupils as you lean over him and rest one hand on the chair. His eyelashes flutter at your touch, but he still won't look at you, so you gently grasp his chin and lift it.

He looks into your eyes for all of three seconds before his resolve shatters.

“I thought about you when you came back from work the other day,” he confesses, not breaking eye contact. “You were wearing this tight dress and you looked so pretty in it, and I wanted to…” He trails off and bites his lip, and you can't tell if he's withholding his thoughts from you again or if he genuinely has no clue what he wanted.

“You wanted to…?” 

“God, I don't know. I just wanted you close to me.”

From how you're holding his chin, you allow your thumb to move upwards slightly, sliding against his plush pink bottom lip. He blinks at you rapidly and shivers, not sure what to make of the way you're staring at his mouth.

“Jiung, is it okay if I kiss you?”

His eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, legs finally stilling.

“S-Sure,”he whispers, eyes darting all over your face once you start to lean closer, “I don't know how that would help, but-”

“Just let me know if you want me to stop,” you cut him off, and he fully relaxes back into the chair before you lightly graze your lips against his.

His eyes flutter shut and you get to work, leaning in fully and pressing your mouth to his as your hand slips behind his neck, tangling itself in ash-colored locks that reside there. Jiung has seen humans kiss before, but he's never paid it any mind, never understanding why they would want to embrace each other in that way. Now, he's never understood them more as he reacts so quickly to your touch, whimpering the moment your lips lock and trying to suppress the shivers that run through his body at the trace of your tongue.

The feeling of your mouth on his is borderline euphoric, tendrils of heat licking at every part of him before you tilt his head, allowing you access to the inside of his mouth as your lips slant against his. He doesn't know why he had never wanted to do something like this with you; in this moment he feels as though he could die a happy man, with your hands tugging on his tresses.

And then you were doing something different, something worse; you start leaving kisses in other places too, against his cheek, against his jaw, even up by his ear, a place that was so sensitive that he felt that he might explode once your lips brush against it.

“Jiung, do you know why you started to have this feeling after you thought about me?” You whisper, leaving a kiss right below his earlobe. The hand that was holding you up off the chair moves to his jean-clad thigh, and Jiung can barely choke out a response.

“N-No?”

“It's because you got turned on,” you explain, now moving your lips down to his even more sensitive neck. God, is there a place you could touch him where he wouldn't feel like exploding?

“Turned on? Like a computer?” You laugh against his neck and nod, and he gets drunk on the melody of your voice, wondering how you'd sound if the roles were reversed. “How do I turn myself off?”

“You need a release.”

“How do I…” he pauses, hardly able to catch his breath. “How do I do that?”

“First you need to build up tension,” you say, slowly sliding your hand up his thigh. “Like this.”

Before he can ask what you're doing, your fingers find his clothed erection, gently adding pressure in a way that has his insides twisting. Kissing seems to ease some of the burning feeling he was experiencing, but this? Already he’s starting to feel some relief.

“Doesn't that feel good?” You purr, pressing harder and earning a needy whine from him.

“That feels…”

Unbuttoning his waistband, you pull down his fly and slip your hand inside, grasping him fully over his boxers. The cupid gasps under you, obviously not prepared for the feeling of your cool fingers around his girth.

“Better?” You ask, squeezing him for good measure.

“Better,” he groans, not being able to tear his eyes away from the sight of your hand on his crotch. Once you start moving your hand again however, he's about to lose himself in the sensation before he looks up, noticing your concentrated demeanor.

“Are you turned on too?”

“Yes,” you nearly chuckle, finding his naïveté endearing. “Ideally it goes both ways.”

“Then let me help you release too,” he pleads, guilt following the wave of pleasure that crashes over him. “I don't wanna be selfish.”

Poor sweet Jiung. Always thinking of others even when he practically has a temptress within reach.

Removing your hand from his pants, you pull back and push his knees together, and before he can whimper at the complete loss of your touch, you kick off your slippers and cage his hips with your knees, straddling him. He doesn't see how this is supposed to build tension until you sit down fully, connecting your hips together and adding back the pressure that he craves so desperately.

You take one of his hands that's gripping the armrest and pull it towards you, guiding him to cup one of your breasts over your camisole.

“Just be gentle and go slow,” you instruct, leaning back in to kiss him despite his widened eyes, “the key is being able to read your partner.”

He barely nods before you're driving him crazy again, slotting your lips together and kitten licking the inside of his mouth. He finds himself kissing back with less restraint, returning your ministrations in earnest and noticing how your breath catches every time his teeth tugs against your bottom lip.

After a few seconds of heated kissing, he tests the waters with a light squeeze of his occupied hand, and a sound he could only describe as absolutely mesmerizing falls from your lips. Subsequently, all reservations he has suddenly evaporates, selfishly wanting to hear you more.

And as he gently massages you, pulling different sounds from you depending on how he caresses you, he thinks back to that dizzying moment on the street. He had never thought about you in that way, had never understood why your tight clothing drew men like moths to a flame, could not see how your particular cadence of speaking was so hypnotizing to the human ear.

Now, with you on top of him and starting to grind your hips over his, he wishes that damned arrow had shot him sooner.

“Can I…” he breathes, unlocking your lips for a moment, “can I kiss you in other places too?”

You nod and move your fingers downward, desperate to unbutton the rest of his shirt and get rid of it.

He's hesitant at first, but the way you're moving on top of him dissolves his shyness and he leans in, ghosting his lips above your pulse point.

He starts to leave kisses just as you undo the last button.

“Jiung,” you whimper, pushing his dress shirt back to hold him by his bare shoulders. His entire body ignites at the sound of your needy voice, his free hand quickly leaving the armrest in favor of gripping your waist. A sense of urgency fills his veins, and although he can't understand what all the rush is for, he can't help but want to please you as fast as he can, desperate to hear his name uttered in such a way again.

You're grinding down on him hard now, driving the cupid absolutely insane while he kisses any skin he can find. His skin is borderline feverish as you grip him tight, determined to reach your own high alongside his.

If Jiung is anything though, he's a damn good listener.

He's only had a few minutes to observe your reactions to his ministrations, and yet he feels as though he's been intimate with you for years, already knowing the ways you prefer to be touched and kissed. So he does exactly what you need him to, hands slipping under your top to run his thumbs along your bare chest, rubbing gentle circles against your hardened buds.

You cry out in beautiful agony, collapsing into his shoulder as you reach your climax. Even the heaven’s chorus doesn't compare to your voice; he doesn't think he could get drunk off of a sweeter sound.

As you come down from your high, you fumble with Jiung’s pants, lifting yourself off of him temporarily to pull them down along with his boxers, just enough so that his length springs free. You don't hesitate to discard your shorts before climbing back onto him and taking it into your hand, hardly giving him any time to react as you sink yourself down onto him. Thanks to your slippery arousal, the action is done with hardly any resistance, and your hips meet his in record time as he gasps.

The sensation proves to be way too much for the cupid however, since after you sink down on him, he only lasts three seconds in your wet warmth before tipping his head back, his face the picture of bliss as he paints your insides white with a drawn-out moan.

The room finally falls silent again, both of you taking in the recent events as you try to catch your breaths. A part of you says you should probably get off of him, but a much louder part of you yells at you to stay put, wanting to relish this shred of intimacy you've been granted.

“How long do the effects of your arrows usually last,” you gasp out, still sensitive and hyper aware of his presence inside you.

“I'm not…that powerful yet,” he sighs, breath hitching slightly as you shift on top of him to look at him. He's a gorgeous mess, hair disheveled, face flushed, and lips swollen. You never thought you'd be able to see your best friend like this, even after years of daydreaming about it. “A couple days max, from what I can tell.”

Damn, that's not as long as you'd hoped. But, with the nature of heaven’s laws, you suppose you should be grateful for this minor slip-up.

“I still have a few vacation days left,” you casually throw out, avoiding eye contact for the first time all night. “You know…in case you'd wanna-”

Jiung doesn't hesitate this time, leaning in to catch your lips with his once more.

extra author's note: I've had this idea for a while, but I've always wanted to know if anyone else has pondered what the effects of a cupid's arrow would do to a cherub. in my head, cupids can't really feel the full range of human emotions/desires because they aren't human. so taking the effect from an arrow, that on a human, would cause someone to become hopelessly infatuated with someone else, would just unlock those emotions/desires that were unobtainable before for a cupid...? don't think about it too hard, this is all in good fun(and to torture my bestie ofc <3)

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[arc-misadventures]

Behind Lock Doors

Consider this as a prequel to: Not Interested

Fallen Star Hotel: Room 103. 11:31 Pm.

In this room sat two individuals: The fashion icon of, Beacon Academy, Coco Adel, and the wannabe knight, Jaune Arc.

The pair had been out on the town shopping for clothes. Mostly for, Coco that was. Jaune was just giving her his expert opinion for woman’s fashion. The duo had had a rather eventful day, and decided the finish things off with a nice meal, and then head back to, Beacon.

Then disaster struck.

Nora Valkyrie had struck.

After they had finished their food they both started feeling hot under the collar. As they made their way back, a burning desire grew hotter, and hotter within them. Suddenly, Nora had appeared out of thin air, and dragged the pair away. They tried to fight her off, but the burning desire blurred their mind. She shoved the two into a hotel room, she told the pair to have fun before locking the door, and disappeared.

The pair stared at one another before take a spot with their backs to each other on the only bed in the room as a terrible realization dawned on them.

~~~

Jaune: …

Coco: …

Jaune: …

Coco: …

Jaune: …

Coco: J-Jaune…?

Jaune: Yeah…?

Coco: Are you feeling… are you feeling…?

Jaune: Aroused…?

Coco: I was going to say horny, but… yeah that…

Jaune: Yeah… I’m feeling that…

Coco: Why are we feeling like this?!

Jaune: Haaaa… Nora…

Coco: Nora?

Jaune: She spiked our food… w-with… haaa… an a-aphrodisiac.

Coco: She did? H-How can you tell?

Jaune: It the only thing that makes sense… We’re both feeling horny as hell after we ate… and then, Nora shoved us in here, and locked the door. What else could it be…?

Coco: Fuck… that makes perfect sense…

Jaune: She has been questioning me if I had a thing for you… I deflected every time she asked… I don’t think she liked my answer.

Coco: Do you?

Jaune: Do I what?

Coco: Do you… haaa~! L-Like me…?

Jaune: Romantically?

Coco: Yeah… romantically.

Jaune: …

Jaune: I’d be lying if I didn’t say I wasn’t interested…

Coco: And, what would you do if I said I was interested too?

Jaune: If you were… I’d probably ask you on a date…

Coco: W-Would today count as a date? We went to the mall, did some shopping, had dinner together, sounds like a date to me.

Jaune: By that logic we’ve been dating for months. But, we never labeled it as a date, just two friends hanging out. It doesn’t count.

Coco: That’s fair…

Jaune: Well… i-if it was a date… it was one hell of a date.

Coco: Until the being drugged part.

Jaune: Yeah… that part…

Coco: …

Coco: Have you ever thought about doing it with me?

Jaune: It? Do you mean… sex…?

Coco: Yeah… sex…

Jaune: …

Jaune: Once, or twice…

Coco: Oh hoho~! Really? Tell me, Bunny Boy… what did you do to me~?

Jaune: Coco… as much as I would love to hear you say scream my name… I do not want to do it because I was drugged! It feels wrong… the thought of it would be a huge turn off me, if it wasn’t the fact the drugged in my system are doing the exact opposite to me!

Coco: That’s… fair…

Jaune: Have you… Have you thought about doing it… w-with me…?

Coco: I may have flicked the bean a few times thinking about you…

Jaune: Oh… thank you…?

Coco: Gods I am so turned on right now! What kind of drug did she spike our food with?!

Jaune: Something aura related.

Coco: How can you tell?

Jaune: I’ve been burning my aura trying to get the drug out of my system. And, well…

Coco: It feels stronger than before?

Jaune: Yeah… It feels way stronger than before…

Coco: Might be, Succubus Tears then…

Jaune: Succubus Tears, the hell is that?

Coco: It’s an aphrodisiac drug that feeds off an individuals aura. We’ll be stuck in a hell of a sex drive until it burns through your system, and some.

Jaune: Fuck… I have massive aura reserves, this is going to take a while… Is there any other way we can kill this buzz?

Coco: Yeah, we could have …

Jaune: Sex?

Coco: Yeah, that.

Jaune: Wait, how do you know what kind of drug it could be?

Coco: I go to the club, I don’t want any fucker spiking my drink. So, I learned what kind of drugs fuckers could spike my drink with.

Jaune: Ahh… another reason to avoid the clubs… Wait, does that mean you know how to deal with these… Succubus Tears? Like should we go to the hospital, and ask them for help?

Coco: Wouldn’t do any good, you have to deplete your aura to get rid of the effects. Even then you’ll have to wait a while for it to wear off.

Jaune: Fuck…! Any other ideas?

Coco: We could screw each other…

Jaune: Not happening.

Coco: Or, one of us can go into the bathroom, and the other stays here, and work it…

Jaune: That won’t work…

Coco: Why not?

Jaune: You’re gonna get yourself off, and I myself. Someones going to make some noise… then someone going to start thinking… and, then were going to do it right on the spot…

Coco: We would be behind a lock door though?

Jaune: First off, I seriously doubt the sound proofing of that door. Secondly, we’re hunters in training; do you seriously think a simple bolt lock, and one inch of wood is going to stop either of us?

Coco: Like hell it will. I could just punch that door, and I’d get in.

Jaune: Yeah, but you wouldn’t do that.

Coco: Why not?

Jaune: Because that’s simple, and lame. You would kick the door down in those high heel boots of yours like a total badass.

Coco: Oh, that is totally the badass thing to do~!

Jaune: I would probably just rip the door of its hinges trying to open it.

Coco: Mmm… that’s hot.

Jaune: Pff… yeah… it kinda is.

Coco: So… what are going to do till this shit wears off.

Jaune: We continue what we’re doing. We sit here, and wait for it to burn off, and plan unholy vengence against, Nora.

Coco: Okay… I’m going to deck her with my hand bag.

Jaune: Ohhh! You trying to kill her?

Coco: At this rate I’m serious planning on it.

Jaune: Fair. I was thinking about tying her to a pole, and baking pancakes in front of her.

Coco: That doesn’t sound so bad.

Jaune: But I was going to burn every one of them.

Coco: Oh! Oh, that’s devious~!

Jaune: My vengeance will be swift, and bloody~!

Coco: Hey, Jaune… can I ask you one question?

Jaune: Depends.

Coco: This is going to bother to hell, and back if I don’t get an answer since I saw it. But, how big are you?

Jaune: …

Jaune: Seven soft, ten and a half hard…

Coco: Nice~!

[acknowledge-reigns]

Positions | Roman Reigns x Black!fem OC (SMUT) 18+!!

Kinktober Day #4: Human furniture

"Switchin' the positions for you

Cookin' in the kitchen, and I'm in the bedroom

I'm in the Olympics, way I'm jumpin' through hoops..." 🎶

Description: Roman and Lilah decide to try something a bit different

Warnings: Teasing, Degradation/objectification (consensual ofc!), human furniture, praise, oral (fem receiving), vaginal sex, kneeling.

Face claim: Jaylen Barron

MDNI!! 18+ BELOW THE CUT

My masterlist can be found here and my kinktober schedule can be found here.

As always my fics are about Roman Reigns, NOT Joe Anoa'i

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Roman sat on the couch, sipping his drink as he watched Lilah walk into the room. She was wearing a short skirt and a cropped version of one of his merch shirts, which she only every does when she wants to live up to her 'succubus' moniker and drive him crazy, her curves on full display.

Lilah walked over to Roman, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. She sat down next to him on the couch, fidgeting nervously.

"What's on your mind, sweetheart?" Roman asked, noticing her nervousness.

Lilah took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I've been thinking about trying something," she said hesitantly. "A kink that we haven't really explored before."

Roman raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what might that be?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.

"Well, I've been thinking about objectification," she said quietly. "And some..human furniture type stuff."

Roman's eyes lit up with interest. "Oh really?" he said, a sly smile spreading across his face. "You want to explore that, huh? You want to be my object? My furniture?"

Roman leaned in closer, his hand trailing up Lilah's thigh. "I have to admit, the thought of it is pretty damn hot," he murmured. "But I want to make sure you're comfortable with it. We can take it slow if you need to, babygirl."

Lilah nodded, her heart racing with excitement. "I want to try it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I trust you, Roman. I know you'll take care of me."

Roman's hand moved higher, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. "Good girl," he said, his voice filled with approval. "I'll take good care of you, don't worry. We'll start small, and we'll go from there. But first, I want to hear you say it. Say that you're mine to objectify and use as I please."

Lilah took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm yours," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm your object, your toy, your furniture. I'm here to serve you and do whatever you want me to do, my tribal chief."

Roman smiled, his eyes darkening with desire. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear," he said, his hand moving up to cup her chin. "You're mine, and I'm going to treat you like the precious object that you are. Now, get on your knees."

Lilah slid off the couch and onto her knees gracefully. Roman ran his fingers through her thick curly hair, his touch gentle yet possessive. "You look so beautiful like this," he said, his voice soft. "On your knees, waiting for me to use you however I want. It's like you were made for this."

Roman leaned back in his chair, his hand still in her hair. "Now, I want you to stay still," he said, his eyes roaming over her body. "I want to look at you, to admire you. You're my object, after all, and I'm going to take my time appreciating you. My work of art."

Roman's gaze traveled over her body, taking in every curve and inch of skin. He ran his fingers down her neck, his touch light and teasing. "You have no idea how beautiful you are," he murmured. "How much I love seeing you like this, completely at my mercy."

Roman grabs his glass from the coffee table taking another sip of his drink before placing it in Lilah's hands. She was now his table. Lilah felt a thrill run through her as Roman placed the glass in her hands. She held it carefully, feeling the cool glass against her skin. She was now his table, and she was determined to be the best table she could be.

Roman leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "Good girl," he said, his eyes flicking to the glass in her hands. "Now, hold that for me. Don't spill a drop."

Lilah nodded, her eyes fixed on the glass in her hands. She focused on keeping it steady, not wanting to disappoint Roman. She felt a sense of pride at being able to serve him in this way, to be his table and do exactly as he asked as he went about his day, texting back at forth with his cousins as if she wasn't on her knees in front of him. Yeah, this was hot, she thought to herself.

"You're doing so well," he said, his voice low and approving as he tucks his phone away for the moment, he puts his glass on the actual coffee table this time having other plans for Lilah. She was about to be his footstool.

Roman leaned back in his chair, his legs stretched out in front of him. He looked at Lilah with a smirk, and then gestured to his feet. "Come here," he said, his voice commanding. "I want to prop my feet up, Toy."

Lilah felt a rush of excitement as she moved closer to Roman, her body humming with anticipation. She positioned herself between his legs, on her hands and knees on the floor.

"Color check?" Roman asked referring to their traffic light Safeword system. Red being stop, Green being great, Yellow meaning pause and discuss.

"Green" Lilah eagerly responded.

Roman casually kicked his black red and white size 15 Jordans up on her back "Good girl," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now stay still. I want to relax and enjoy this." he says pulling out his phone yet again, this time to aimlessly scroll.

Roman had a look of contentment on his face. He let out a sigh of pleasure, enjoying the feeling of Lilah's body beneath his feet, relishing in the power he had over her. His good girl. He knew he'd have to reward her good after this.

"You're so eager to please me, aren't you? I think you deserve a reward." He paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation.

Roman's eyes darkened with lust as he looked down at Lilah. "Get up," he commanded, his voice firm.

Lilah quickly scrambled to her feet, her heart racing with excitement. She stood before Roman, waiting for his next command, her body trembling with anticipation.

Roman stood up from his chair, his eyes never leaving Lilah's. "Strip," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I want to see every inch of your body."

Lilah obeyed immediately. She slowly removed her clothes. She stood there, exposed and vulnerable, waiting for his next move.

Roman's eyes roamed over Lilah's body, taking in every curve and contour. "Beautiful," he murmured, his voice full of appreciation. "You're absolutely stunning, my priceless work of art..."

"Undress me," Roman said, his voice low and commanding. He stood before Lilah, waiting for her to follow his orders.

Lilah's hands trembled as she reached out and pulled Roman's T-shirt over his head, revealing his muscular tattooed chest. She tossed the shirt aside, and her hands moved to his pants. She unbuttoned them and pulled them down, revealing his equally muscular thighs and calves. She knelt down in front of him and reached up hooking her fingers into the waistband of Roman's underwear. She slowly pulled them down, revealing his beyond impressive length.

Roman's dick sprang free, and he let out a low groan of pleasure. "You see what you do to me, my little toy?" he said, his voice rough with desire. "You drive me crazy."

Roman stepped out of his underwear and stood before Lilah, completely naked. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust. "Now, I want you to worship me," he commanded. "Show me how much you want to please your tribal chief."

Lilah leaned forward and took Roman's dick into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and doey, as she began to suck him off.

Roman groaned as Lilah worked her mouth up and down his length. "That's it, babygirl." he said, his voice strained.

Lilah took Roman's dick deeper into her mouth, her lips stretching around him. She could feel him growing harder in her mouth, and she knew he was enjoying every second of it. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him as deep as she could, her tongue massaging his length.

Roman's breathing grew ragged as Lilah continued to pleasure him. "Enough," he said, his voice strained. "I need to be inside you. Now."

He helped her up, bending her over the arm of the couch. He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her dripping entrance.

Roman didn't waste any time. He pushed himself inside her, groaning at the feeling of her tightness around him. "Gods, you feel so good," he moaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

Roman began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful. He pounded into her from behind, his body slamming against hers with each thrust. "You're mine," he growled. "You belong to me, my plaything. Property of the tribal chief. Say it!"

Lilah moaned in response, her body arching back against Roman's. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building with each thrust. "Yes, I'm yours," she gasped. "I'm Property of the tribal chief!"

Lilah could feel her orgasm building, the pleasure almost unbearable. "I'm going to come," she whimpered. "Please, My tribal chief."

Roman leaned down, his chest pressed against her back. "Come for me, babygirl," he whispered in her ear. "I want to feel you cum around my cock."

Lilah cried out as her orgasm washed over her, her body shaking with pleasure. Roman continued to thrust into her, riding out her climax until he finally reached his own. With a loud groan, he came inside her, his body shuddering with release.

Roman collapsed on top of Lilah, panting heavily. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they both caught their breath. "You were amazing," he whispered, nuzzling her neck.

Lilah turned her head to look at Roman, a satisfied smile on her face. "Mm, thank you, Ro." she said softly. "I'm glad I could please you."

Roman kissed her cheek. "You always do" he said.

[nightmare-writes]

Succubus Soulmate pt.2

Wanda x Succubus!Reader

Hello everyone! Long time no see. I apologize for the unintended hiatus, life got in the way of me writing on here. I found this sitting in my drafts and I felt like some of you might have wanted to read it. I can’t guarantee that I will write another part of this soon, but if enough people want to see it I can write a part 3. Anyway! I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: masturbation (Wanda) it’s mostly very fluffy and domestic otherwise.

Summary: Your first few days on earth!

You stared at Wanda as she sat huddled up against her wall for a moment or so. You’d never been in this kind of position. You’re used to having some sleeze bag summon you, use you for two minutes, and then go straight back to the underworld while said sleeze bag knocks out in his post nut bliss. With this being your usual, you had no clue what you should do in this situation.

Eventually you fell asleep curled up on the couch with Wanda sitting awkwardly right next to you.

The more Wanda sat there, the more she started to think over logistics. What was she meant to do when she goes into work tomorrow? She couldn’t call out sick so she would have to leave you alone for a few hours. She couldn’t trust that you wouldn’t try to do anything silly while she was away, so she got to ‘succubus proofing’ her apartment.

She didn’t have any baby locks for cabinets so she assumed duct tape would have to do for now. She duct taped all of her cabinets shut, along with the fridge doors, the oven, the microwave, and anything she thought you could get into. She duct taped the cabinet in her bathroom with all her cleaning supplies in it and then went around to every window to duct tape the locks so you couldn’t access them. It felt like she had just gotten a new, untrained, puppy that she needed to ensure wouldn’t accidentally kill itself by drinking bleach thinking it was milk. It took her a few hours but she felt like she had successfully ‘succubus proofed’ her home. She rewarded herself by going to her bed and passing out for the night.

It felt like the moment Wanda closed her eyes, she had to open them back up. Her blaring alarm clock gave her no reprieve as it woke her up. She shut it off before getting ready for work as she usually did.

When she got out to the living room, she saw you were still curled up and resting. She felt a bit guilty as she gently shook you awake, but she needed to talk with you before she went off to work.

You groaned as the movement of your body got you out of your dreamland and forced you back into reality. Rubbing your sleepy eyes, you looked up to Wanda and mumbled “Mornin” almost too quiet for her to hear. She had to admit that you did look cute all sleepy, but she couldn’t be distracted from the task at hand.

“Look, I have to go to work so I’m gonna lay down a few ground rules for when I’m gone.” She says firmly while crouching down to be at eye level with you. “You’re not allowed to leave apartment unless it is burning down or someone broke in.” She starts and you interrupt by saying “If it was burning down I’d stay right where I am, I finally wouldn’t be freezing to death. Do you like living in an ice block?” which garners you an eye roll from the red head. “Second rule, don’t touch any of my things unless it is this remote or-“ she says while looking around for something for you to eat. She spots the cheerios she had set out and decided that that would be a sufficient food source for you before she could go grocery shopping. She scampers over to grab the box from the kitchen along with a water bottle before returning to your side and placing the box and bottle on the coffee table. “- this cereal and this water, got it?” She added. “What if I don’t like the way it tastes?” You ask while poking at the box.

“Well it’s just for now, I’ll be back with more food for you. What do you even eat?”

“Souls of the damned” you say with a straight face before laughing at the disgusted and slightly horrified expression on Wanda’s face. “I usually just eat meat, but now that I’m stuck as this flesh sack I guess I’d eat whatever humans would.”

“Okay, noted.” She says while looking around to see if she needed to say anything else. “You can watch whatever you want on the tv, I have a few streaming apps if you wanna look through those too.” She says and you look at her like she was speaking a whole other language. “What the fuck is a tv.” You deadpan and Wanda thinks you’re joking again until she realizes that you’re serious. “What did you think the remote was for?” She asks and you simply say “A vibrator”

Wanda couldn’t help but laugh while saying “Why in the world would I give you just the remote to a vibrator?” You shrug as Wanda sits down next to you and explains the wonders of the television to you. When she turns it on, you were absolutely terrified at first. You yelped and hid behind her while she giggled at your antics. “It’s not going to kill you, here let me show you how it works.” She says softly while gently coaxing you out of hiding. She didn’t want to put on anything scary since she didn’t want you to think it was real, so she went to her disney+ account and put on some kids show that her coworkers kids absolutely loved. “You can watch this while I’m gone, okay?” She says while gesturing to the colorful dogs that were dancing on the screen. The moment your eyes hit the screen, you were entranced by what you were seeing. You didn’t look away from it as you nodded.

Wanda gave you a small pat on the head before setting the box of cheerios next to you so you’d actually remember that they were there. She moved her hands in front of your eyes when you didn’t turn to look at her and you immediately swatted her hand away so you could continue to watch. She just giggled to herself before saying “Have fun, I’ll be back soon.” and heading off to the office.

You quickly learned that your first favorite thing on earth was a show called Bluey. You’re second favorite thing were the delicious crunchy circles that Wanda gave you. You had devoured the entire box of cereal after about 10 or so episodes of bluey and you wanted more. You figured out how to pause the funny dogs on the television so you could go find more crunchy circles.

Your quest begins in the place where Wanda brought the box from in the first place, the kitchen. You were greeted by a collection of places where the sugary treat could be, but when you tried to open up one of the cabinets it was stopped by something. You let out a low growl at the offending silver strip before your short nails grew into fierce claws that tore through it. The first cabinet you opened was filled with random white disks. You grabbed one and tried taking a bite to see if it was tasty like your crunchy circles, but it didn’t break in between your teeth so you gave up on it.

You spent a few more minutes tearing through all the tape in the kitchen and looking for snacks. You eventually stumble upon a heavy bag that was easy to rip open. It was filled to the brim with tiny white crystals that looked edible, so you gave it a lick. You were instantly hooked. It tasted so yummy, kind of like the crunchy circles but this time it was just the sweet tasting part.

You returned back to the couch so you could keep watching the silly dogs while licking your delicious new treat.

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Wanda was thankfully able to get off of work early and was able to convince her supervisor to let her work from home for a few days by giving some excuse about having to take care of some relatives child while they were in the hospital for a bit.

She returns home to see you, still sitting on the couch watching the show she put on earlier, but now you were eating something that was definitely not cheerios. “Hey, what are you- are you eating my sugar?!” She exclaims while taking the half eaten bag away from you. You whine and try to take it back from her but she hold it up above her so you couldn’t reach. “How did you even get this?” She questions while shutting the tv off. “I wanted more of this but there wasn’t any in the tiny compartments in the food room so I found that and ate it.” You say while picking up the box of cereal and holding it up. Wanda’s gaze moves over to the kitchen to see all the ripped up duct tape. She sighs and says “I’ll get you more cheerios, okay? No eating just sugar, it’s bad for you.” before giving you a reprimanding bop on your head. She almost changes her mind when she sees the adorable pout on your face, but she stays strong. You give in with a small nod while mumbling “No more… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, you’ll do better next time.” She says softly while sitting down next to you and hesitantly rubbing your back. You let out a soft purring sound before leaning against Wanda’s side. “More bluey.” you say while pointing to the television. She just chuckles to herself while switching the show back on. “We have to work on your manners, a please would be appreciated.” She says half jokingly.

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After you went to sleep, Wanda went about making preparations for the next day. She went back and decided to hide the sugar bag somewhere else in the kitchen. She also put back another layer of duct tape just in case you got any ideas of stealing again.

She went on a late night trip to the supermarket to get a few boxes of cheerios for you and some general groceries since she was running low on practically everything. While she was browsing, she noticed a cute pair of pink mittens and got an idea to stop you from tearing through the duct tape again.

When she got home, she put the groceries away before making her way to her bedroom to make a few modifications to your new mittens. With a bit of ribbon and a lock for each hand, she successfully made a way to keep your hands locked in place. Was it a little evil? Maybe, but you did break a rule that she explicitly said… and the thought of you needing her to do everything for you was too tempting to pass up. She imagined your cute pout as you looked up at her and begged for her to hand feed you your cereal, or having to help you drink your water, or having to beg her to touch you since you couldn’t touch yourself…

Her mind began to wander towards the delicious sounds you would make. Would you whimper and whine while not using your words or would you be begging for more the entire time? Would you be quiet or loud just for her? These questions were burning her mind and sending a certain undeniable heat to her core. As she laid on her bed, her hand slowly crept down her stomach and into the waistband of her panties. She was soaked just from her little fantasy of you. She was desperate to feel your soft, supple skin under her fingers. She wants to squeeze and mark every inch of her body for herself. Her fingers make feather light touches around her clit before slowly speeding up. She was doing it just the way she liked it, but it didn’t feel right.

It didn’t feel right cause you weren’t the one touching her.

While she wanted to keep going, she knew she wasn’t going to get anywhere. She pulled her hand out and inspected her fingers that were dripping in her arousal. Her thoughts immediately went to you sucking her fingers clean before she shoves them down your throat so you’d gag on them.

“Get yourself together, Wanda” she muttered quietly to herself while rubbing her face. To stop herself from getting too carried away, Wanda forced herself into the bathroom to take a cold shower and then straight to bed.

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“You want me to wear what?” You questioned while pointing towards the offending objects in Wanda’s grasp. “I told you not to touch anything and you did it anyway. So until I can trust you enough with your own hands, you’ll be wearing these.” She says while showing you the pretty pink mittens she made for you. You knew she was getting a kick out of this. A part of her wanted to humiliate you and that was clear from the way she was trying not to smile or the way her hands were slightly shaking. The tell tale sign though was the distinct scent of arousal wafting off of her. You knew she had no clue that your sense of smell was leagues above her own, but what she didn’t know didn’t matter. What did matter is that Wanda was starting to express her sexual interests, while indirectly, with you. You felt some weird sense of pride that she was maybe more of a pervert than you thought.

You sighed and held your hands out for her. “Alright, get ‘em on me.” You acquiesce and almost instantly Wanda gets your hands into fists so she could fasten the mitts. When they were both padlocked, you couldn’t stretch your fingers out so it was impossible for you to rip them. “Happy?” You say while waving your imprisoned fists up towards her. “Very” Wanda states before getting the next episode of Bluey on for you. “I’m going to be in the other room doing some work, you stay here and watch your show. I’ll come back in an hour for lunch.” She explains while going to the kitchen and returning with a bowl of cheerios for you. She sets the bowl on the couch next to you before giving you a small pat to the head. “No trouble while I’m working.” She reminds you before going off to work in her room.

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You could tell that the redhead was distancing herself from you. Whenever she could, she would work in another room than you. She would come check up on you occasionally to make sure you had food and that you were drinking water since “Humans need to drink water to survive.” While it was odd, you did enjoy being doted on even if it was for a few moments. You could tell Wanda was enjoying herself too, but she was too nervous to fully let herself go.

After the fifth time of noticing Wanda checking on you from her bedrooms doorway, you decided to put matters into your own hands. You fiddled with the remote to turn it off before tip toeing over to Wanda’s room. You give it a soft knock and ask “Can I come in? I’m bored.”

You could sense the hesitation from the other side of the door. Wanda was anxious to have a real conversation with you. It was safe to keep your conversation to a bare minimum. The sokovian couldn’t imagine the things she’d admit if she spoke to you for longer than five minutes. However, she had to rip the bandaid off. She couldn’t just leave you to waste away in front of her tv all day. “You may.” Wanda pipes up and you fumble with the door handle until it opens up. “Stupid cloth hands.” You whisper while glaring down at the pristinely pink fabric that was still tightly locked around your hands. “You can sit on the bed if you’d like.” You barely heard Wanda when she said it. You didn’t want to tease her about her nerves since it was easy to tell it might’ve made things worse. You sat down on the edge of the bed closest to her, bouncing a bit on the springy surface. Wanda didn’t look away from her laptop and continued to type away at it as she sat next to you. You scooted closer to her until your cheek rested against her shoulder. You looked over her laptop screen to see a collection of tabs open while Wanda’s cursor was frantically switching between all of them. Her logic was that if she could overstimulate her eyes then she wouldn’t have to think about how close you were to her.

“What are you doing?” You ask while nodding towards the chaos unfolding on the screen in front of you.

“Working.”

“Working?”

“Mhm, this is what humans do for money.”

“What’re you doing to the screen?”

“Important technological stuff. You wouldn’t get it.”

“It doesn’t look that hard, you’re just looking at different pictures.” You point out while putting one of your mitts to the screen.

She sighs when she realizes she’s been caught before closing her laptop. “You got me, you’re more clever than I thought.” Wanda praises you before giving your hair a quick ruffle. You lean into the touch before Wanda could pull her hand away which leads to her giving you a few soft pets. “Now why did you come in here? I thought you’d want to sit and watch your show.” She asks while slowly moving her hand away from you. You whine quietly as she does and Wanda has to resist the urge to play with your hair. “I told you I was bored. I wanna do something.” You reiterated while turning your gaze up towards Wanda’s face. She sits there for a moment thinking about what she could do with you since she was also rather bored. “Why don’t we watch a different show together? I’ll make you a new snack to try.” She suggests and you eagerly nod your head at her idea.

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“Here, try this. It’s called popcorn.” Wanda says while sitting next to you with a bowl filled to the brim with a new treat for you. You examine this ‘popcorn’ and after giving it a few sniffs you decide that it was good enough to eat. You try to pick up a few pieces but your mitted fisted could barely do anything. Wanda noticed your struggle and giggles to herself. You could tell that she wanted you to ask for help since she was too nervous to offer it herself. “Can you help me eat this?” You ask the redhead and you immediately notice a spark of an idea in those bright green eyes of hers. “You have to ask me nicely if you want help.” She says smugly while watching your face to see if she might’ve stepped over the line. You groan but give into her. “Can you help me eat this popcorn… please?” You ask again and she happily takes a few pieces in her hand and up towards your mouth for you to start snacking. Your face lights up as you’re hit with a completely new taste. “More! Please- I want more popcorn.” You blurt out before opening up your mouth slightly as Wanda feeds you some more popcorn.

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Wanda soon put on one of her favorite shows, Malcom in the middle, for the two of you to watch as she continued to feed you. You could feel Wanda’s tension start to ease as more episodes went by. She hasn’t had anyone to watch shows with in forever. It’s always been something she did with her family, but since she moved countries that was near impossible now. It felt blissfully domestic, which was something that Wanda didn’t know she wanted until now.

After some time, you fell asleep curled up next to Wanda as the show continued on in the background. Wanda wasn’t paying any attention to it though, her sole focus was on you.

I hope you all enjoyed! Leave a comment if you want to see this story continue.

[hazbin-a-helluvamagines]

Hey ! 😋 I loved those Verosika headcanons, I wanted to see if we can have a Verosika x cute idol reader one shot ?

Basically cute idol reader meets blitz by accident (reader didn't know about blitz and Verosikas last relationship), blitz just tells the reader lots of shit about Verosika (things like: "she doesn't actually love you", "you're just a temporary toy", etc) reader just starts crying out of sadness and insecurity and Verosika comes to help and comfort her cute s/o 🩷

Verosika Mayday's S/O Being Told By Blitzø That She Doesn't Love Them

As you were heading home from your latest show, you stopped inside a Hot Topic to pick something cute up for your girlfriend, Verosika. You weren't sure a succubus would like much from there, but a lot of things seemed to suit her style, so you figured it would be your best bet, and you wanted to surprise her.

As you were looking through the racks, you spotted a small, orangish-red creature with large horns protruding from his head waiting outside of the changing room. Based on Verosika, you could tell he was a demon, and if you remembered correctly, an imp. You debated on going and introducing yourself to him, but decided against it, figuring it would be awkward to do just because you happened to know a succubus, so you brushed it off and went back to your shopping, spending another five or six minutes looking through the racks of clothing for something perfect to gift Verosika.

That didn't last long before a voice snapped you out of your haze.

"Hey," the voice said, and you turned to see the imp from earlier glaring you down with a smug grin covering his face. "You're Verosika's little pet, right?"

"I-I'm sorry?" you stuttered in disbelief. How did he know Verosika? And why did it seem like he didn't like her? Who could dislike Verosika, anyway?

"Answer the question, shit face," he replied in an increasingly irritated tone.

"I-I'm her partner, yes..." you answered in a soft voice, becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the way his eyes bore into you as though searching for an unseen weakness hidden somewhere within you. His eyes widened before his smile became twice as malicious.

"Partner?" he repeated incredulously, as though he didn't believe you, laughing along as he did mockingly. "Take it from me, toots, she doesn't love you. You're nothing but a pump-and-dump to her. Y'know, a fun-and-run."

"Excuse me? What are you saying?" you asked timidly, tears stinging the outer corners of your eyes as you spoke.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I'm her ex-boyfriend or whatever," he said quickly, in a tone that implied he was somewhat embarrassed over having had an intimate relationship with your girlfriend.

You winced. "Wh-What do you mean?"

"You're temporary to her. Just like I was. You're nothing but a toy for her to play with and abandon when she's done. A... rebound, you could say," he answered with a smirk, his tail flicking out behind him.

"I-I... I have to go..." you replied, rushing out of the store with nothing to give Verosika in the end.

Behind you, the imp's face morphed into an expression of guilt, knowing he hadn't told you the full truth, but he quickly wiped it away as his daughter came out of the changing room.

~♡~

That evening, Verosika had been quick to notice something was off with you. She could sense lust and its absence, sure, but that didn't mean she couldn't sense an imbalance in other emotions, too. After an hour or so of keeping up the charade and hoping you would feel better after having some time to think on it, she finally broke the silence.

"Okay, what's wrong? You've been acting weird ever since you came home," she asked, raising one eyebrow suspiciously. She would know if you lied to her, and you knew it. Not that you were an exceptional liar, anyway. You were too innocent for that.

"I-It's nothing, Rossi..." you tried to lie, but Verosika's hand reached up to you and cupped your cheek, her expression growing concerned.

"Love, please. I want to help you, but I can't if I don't know what's wrong," she whispered to you, you nodding in response.

"I... ran into your ex today, and he... he said..." You were cut off with a low growl from Verosika, her eyes glowing a pale pink with rage, even through her human disguise.

"That prick..." she snarled, turning back to you with a worried expression. "What did he say to you? I'll rip his cock off..."

"He... He said that you don't love me. That you'll have your fun and then leave me," you sniffled, curling your knees to your chest to hide the tears pricking at your eyes.

"What?! He... Oh, goodness, S/O..." she whispered, stunned by the horrid things you were telling her. "That's absolutely not true. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't bother dating you. It's a lot more work to get into a relationship than to have a one-night stand, y'know?" she asked rhetorically, a small smile crossing her lips. "So please, don't ever think I don't love you, sugar," she said, peppering your face in kisses.

Yeah, you knew she wasn't like that.

[dragonridernoobie]

Hello, hello, it's me again!

(This is a continuation to the last order)

when the Succubus Reader was on the ship, she took out everyone's nerves, interfered, did all sorts of stuff, which made them angry at her

But then the Decepticons began to notice that she often disappeared for several hours. They decided to follow her because they thought she was going to the Autobots. Before that, they had attached a bug to her to spy on her deposit, with the help of crystals they opened a portal (yes, with the help of Asmodeus crystals, you can move through portals) They went through the portal, thinking that they would end up at the Autobot base. But when they entered, they saw an orphanage. They entered it, and in one of the rooms they saw a reader who was playing with children. They were surprised, as it was the first time they saw the reader from the soft side.

When the reader noticed them, he asked, "What the hell are you doing here?!"

And when the children noticed them.... The reader grinned and said, "If you like to pry into my personal life so much, then this is your punishment)"

* When the reader said this, she moved away from them and children ran up to the Decepticons, started asking them to play with them, grab them and do what children do*

How would Megatrosha and his team handle this?

In fact, I just want to see how they will run away from the children)))

Awsome picture!!! Also, I'm so sorry if this takes so long! Also megatrosha??? XD

Decpticons X Demon Reader (Part.3)

When the decpticons released (Y/N) after they gave them what they want. They made sure to send a small spy with (Y/N). Soundwave making the spy as always.

They never saw where the autobot base was since the single and camera would cut out every time (Y/N) goes through the portal they made.

Soon, they started to notice how the single would always pop up in a random part of a city in Washington. It was at a strange building that definitely looked like it couldn't hide autobots.

So, they turned into their human forms and walked towards the building. They see the name "orphanage" and they where confused.

They walked in and saw no one at the front desk. They kept walking through the halls but they come across a huge door.

When they slightly opened it, they saw (Y/N) playing with some children. They were handing out toys they got (and totally dident steal), and the kids were excided.

The decpticons took a step in the room, confused and also interested in why (Y/N) was doing this. When they walked in, they opened the door a bit more for all of them, which caused the doors to creek.

When (Y/N) looked up, expecting to see another kid, they saw them. The quickly grew mad. "The hell are you doing here!"

The kids looked at them confused but seemed interested in these random men. They asked (Y/N) who they were, and (Y/N) got an evil look.

"They are story tellers. Go ask them."

The kids run over to all the decpticons and ask them for stories and who they are. The decpticons look surprised, scared, annoyed, and lost. Megatron gives (Y/N) an annoyed look but decided to do this since they don't want to make a scean and cause attention to make the autobot know they have human forms too. So, they decided to tell stories of cybertron.

Megatron

He told the children about the great megatronus!

He told then that he named himself after then and how he used to be the best Gladiator out there!

He would show them his human muscles.

He would tell them his story and gives them advice.

He told them that they should not let anyone control you and fight for what you want.

He made sure to lift some kids above his head and the kids are smiling.

For once, he is smiling, a real one.

Soundwave

Soundwave can't talk.

So he decided to the best next thing.

Play cartoons on his face mask.

Since the kids are all around him, he just sat there and let the kids watch.

At some point, he set some kids snuggle up close to him while watching the show.

Eventually, he took a screen from his bad he always had and set up a TV.

Making a mini theater for them to watch cartoons.

Starscream

He would hiss at the childrean.

He does not like them one bit.

When they still came close and talked about how he looks like a pilot and that he looks so cool.

He obviously wouldn't know what to do but he would smile.

He would grab about how much of a flyer he is.

Saying that he used to lead a flying force on cybertron.

He would tell them his great battles and his best flights.

Knockout/Breakdown

You know these two.

They are both couples.

They are in love with these kids.

They each teach the kids something diffrent.

Knockout will be telling the kids how to dress, clean, and how to make themselves look 💫fabulous💫~

Breakdown would show the kids how to fight and lift up heavey objects.

He would lift kids above his head and pretend to use them as weights.

Making the kids laugh.

He would also let the kids take over him, they are to strong for him!!! 😜

Shockwave

He would have no idea what to do.

He would tell the kids he has no intrest in them.

He would so co fused when the kids wouldn't leave him alone and started to ask questions.

Like how he had a robot arm. (Since you can't really be human with a cannon arm. So he has a robotic arm that can turn into a blaster)

He would say a few things about his arm, saying that it was part of his form.

He would awnser any questions the kids asked him.

Shockwave went from mad scientist to teatcher.

While the decpticons hang with the children, telling them stories and playing with them. The whole time this is happening, they dident notice (Y/N) recording them.

Later, the autobots see the recording, and they are surpised, worried, and laughing. Worried because they have human forms, surpised since they are Bing nice to the children, and laughing because they are being taken over by human sparklings(children).

Optimus though, was smiling. Not just any smile, a real one.

Since in that video he dosent just see megatron. He sees his old friend again.

There is still hope.