#ascendant succubus

[elavoria]

Arueshalae having a moment with her goddess. <3

[queen-scribbles]

Completely forgot about this Daeran comment from Vikkari's Dance of Masks run. xD

[swordmaid]

continuing on that thought of harleep turning into shri’iia’s matriarch bc she can never have a break EVER! we need her having the worst time possible ever! that makes the whole seduction/non-con aspect of the encounter more plausible for shri’iia actually, since she has literally been conditioned to never refuse her matriarch that’s literally what her past oath was all about, and even if she is an oathbreaker now I don’t think she has moved on from her past so quickly and there is always a chance for her (esp in act 3) to regress and run back to her previous beliefs, and since her arc is all about challenging everything she believed in in the past which includes her blind faith and love to lolth, her belief that drows are meant to bend and kneel towards lolth bc she said so, her projection of lolth onto the matriarch and how that projection and devotion turned into something carnal, obsessive and deranged I think it would be fitting if that particular encounter with harleep turns into something more personal for her. and it addresses that particular relationship she had, and how she hasn’t moved on from it yet bc even if she knows that’s not her I don’t think she can refuse her…!!! and she does eventually but it takes a lot of her…!! because she actually fears the woman !! and her reaction to fear is the fawning type of response. and then you have the aftermath when the house of hope is all well and done and that cold realisation that she was actually scared of her, and it’s never been love, and she’s been mistaking dread and terror for love because that’s what you feel under lolth’s gaze and it’s only when she was left in the surface that she actually experienced genuine love, and actual friendship, and good emotions that she’s now able to discern the two from each other and she’s like hrk!!!! kneels over and vomits and has a panic attack bc that fear that she’s been harbouring is rushing out of her now!!!! shri’iia can’t have a good time ever!!!!! not yet!!!!

anyway it’s only in the end of the game that she actually stands firm in her new oath and her new belief bc I like having act 3 as like this crossroads moment for her arc and it’s a chance for her to fully move on or regress since act 2 was when she was just trying out the oathbreaker shtick.

[starshipsofstarlord]

daryl + mouth spitting

warnings. smut, mouth spitting, saliva exchanging, unprotected sex, dom!daryl, sub!reader, swearing, fluff, kinda dom!daryl

MINORS DNI (18+), I DO NOT CONTROL YOUR CONSUMPTION ON THIS BLOG 👻

divider credits. @cafekitsune

Rough and calloused hands gripped the edge of your jaw, as the body that they belonged to was atop of you, looming down at your submissive nature with domineering ecstasy. Daryl had driven himself inside of you, stretching the walls of your cunt with his bare cock as he leant down, his hair creating a distorted halo around his head, supporting himself on his knees.

Each speckle of cerulean colour in his eyes had darkened with a shadow of lust, much like when the ravenous sea tide rose into harmful waves beneath a grey and stormy sky. He was the storm, and he was prepared to bring a reckoning to your meek and mortal body. With maleficent intent, his hips clashed like the plates on the planet’s format against your own, as though he was creating an earthquake; your body shattered from the cruel pleasure, that felt like too much yet not enough at the same time.

It was as though a distorting cloud of fog had intercepted your brain, belittling you into nothing more than a pile of bone and flesh, completely at the mercy of the man that was leant over you. He was urged on by the erotic moans that were almost pornographic which slipped without control past your lips, and he became fixated on the way your mouth moved and curved with each sound of pleasure. To subdue the racket that you were creating with the small part of your brain that was still working, your teeth clamped down on your bottom lip, muffling each attempt at repeating his name.

Daryl frowned harshly, his eyes burning into the sight of your front teeth, admiring the small trail of drool that had cascaded past them. His heaving breaths created a warm spot on your flesh, his tone ragged and accent prominent as he spoke through his own ecstasy. “Le’ go of tha’ lip sunshine.” He tapped your chin with his forefinger, grip harshening around your jaw as his mind reeled with nervousness, although he didn’t allow it to show.

He wasn’t certain that you would like what he was about to do, and if you didn’t he vowed to himself silently that he would never do it again. But it was a primal desire that was igniting like a wildfire in his chest, and as his lips trailed over your throat, eyes boring across every inch of your skin and continually rocking into your tight cunt, and feeling how your walls gripped his cock like a succubus’ prowess, he drowned in the sounds that were making your throat soar.

“Fuck.” You moaned simultaneously, making each of you laugh gravelly and breathily from the unexpected communication that matched with each syllable. He leant in closer, running his nose across your cheek, as your eyelids fluttered from the sweet notion. Your hands gripped his shoulders, face still upturned in his grasp as you dared to make eye contact with your lover. “Open yer mouth darlin’.” It was a gentle order, and whilst confused in your blissful pleasure, legs seizing his hips in a strong hold, you did nothing but comply.

And so you opened your lips, tongue peeking out as you closed your mind and waited for whatever action ascended into Daryl. He clenched his jaw, mulling over his decision once more before he decided to proceed with it, before he leant down, tenderly stroking your chin with his thumb as he pursed his lips, allowing a string of saliva to fall and pool in your mouth. His brows rose as his hips slowed from hearing your unexpected moan; he wasn't certain on what reaction he had expected from you, but he felt the anxiety bouldering his shoulders slip away.

"Was tha' okay?" Daryl asked, his hips completely still now with his cock still sheathed inside of you. In response you wiggled your hips, needing to gain some friction from the overbearing fullness that was settled within your clenching walls, batting your lashes up at him as you rubbed your aching clit against the base of his manhood. "Need words baby." He endearingly ogled at you, wanting to do nothing more than to stutter his cock in and out of your pussy however your pleasure was his main concern. It always was, your welfare came long before his arousal, you were his priority, and as hot as it was to watch you swallow his spit and moan, he required verbal reassurance.

"Was more than okay Dar." Your voice was wispy and breathless, a sweet smile sprawled across your lips as your hands ran up and down his biceps. "If you want to be sure, you could always do it again." That was enough for him to proceed, rutting his length within your velvety and slick folds, as he continued to grasp your face in his large hands and trickle his saliva into your open and wide mouth. It was something that he had never given much thought, however from then on with each dazed gaping that you expressed, his mind reeled straight to the image of you drinking up his saliva like his own personal, thirsty whore.

[underpaidimmortal]

john constantine from constantine (2005) is The character of all time to me tbh. legally dead for 2 minutes. gets driven around by a babyfaced exorcist wannabe in the backseat of a borrowed taxi. has no bedside manner talking to a distraught woman who believes her sister shouldn't be in hell. originally had a succubus situationship but the director cut her out to make him seem more lonely. so autistic/aroace that flirting and advances slide off of him like water on a duck. smoked 30 cigs a day starting at age 15. selfish dude who gave up his life to swap places with a random stranger he didn't know, but in doing so nearly ascended to heaven and flipped off satan. the devil himself hates him so much that he cured his lung cancer. Who Is Doing It Like Him

[scaredyspooks]

BG3 Kinktober 2024

Because I'm a perverted conduit that the void speaks through, I'm doing a Baldur's Gate 3 themed kinktober this year on here and AO3. As I publish the fics I'll be updating this list with links to them, and so y'all can gauge your interest here's the list!

Astarion (spawn) - roleplay - what's an innocent magistrate to do when his assistant propositions him when they're staying late at work?

Gale - pegging - growing bored of the wizard's endless accounts of how he and his goddess' bodies once intertwined, you notice there's one pleasure she never showed him.

Shadowheart - sensory depravation - life's greatest pleasures can be found in loss and darkness.

Lae'Zel - leather - peeling the leathers from your lover's body are one of the greatest rewards of battle.

Wyll - chastity - just because he wants to take things slow, doesn't mean you can't torment him a little.

Karlach - temperature play - attempts to cool her down end up having an interesting result.

Minthara - bondage - an interrogation goes south as you try to get to the bottom of the Absolute's cult.

Halsin - olfactophilia - after almost a tenday of not having time to bathe you head to the river, only be blocked off by a large elf.

Mizora - public - shrouded in the cloak of the hells atop a secluded pedestal, only to find it is in fact a stage.

Rolan - electro - someone's ego boost at getting a new tower has him coming out of his shell.

Zevlor - glory hole - the commander and the cleric need a release, things get interesting when the stranger behind the wall ends up being far too familiar.

Ikaron - semi-public - tensions are high in The Hollow, but you think you can help.

Raphael - naked platter - the devil has made a patisserie of you for his guests, though they seem to fade from existence as he grows distracted by the meal he's making of you.

Haarlep - size difference - the succubus is shocked that you want to see their true form, turns out they're a lot bigger than their master.

Rugan - impact play - the Zhentarim seeks to punish you for trying to skip out on your deal, he doesn't get very far.

Gortash - power play - your relationship has always been somewhat of a dance, one that you're determined to lead.

Dammon - edging - the forge's flames illuminate more than the smith realises, but you're happy to "help" once things quieten down.

The Emperor - hypnosis - the ilithid believes he can still get through to you, with one last attempt.

Aradin - hate fuck - your competitor, the thorn in your side, but damn if he doesn't have good stamina.

Abdirak - sado-masochism - two priests of Loviatar aid in each other's prayer.

He Who Was - free use - his ability to travel the shadowcursed lands unhindered has him popping up everywhere, making you pay for his insatiable desires.

Lia - wax play - after the first few drops, it's hard to tell what's blush and what's burn among the giggles in the Elfsong.

Cal - play fighting - a little extra training won't do any harm, though the proximity may prove... challenging.

Gale - findom - what starts as a simple shopping trip to Sorcerous Sundries takes a turn as you drag the wizard to more and more shops.

Astarion (ascended) - biting/marking - your last night as a mortal will be one to remember.

Shadowheart - human furniture - god's favourite princess needs a throne.

Wyll - roleplay - the son of a duke has a duty to mingle at these important events, though it usually shouldn't lead him to a cupboard with a handsome stranger.

Lae'Zel - predator/prey - your heart races, your breathing to quick to catch, and you know the more you sweat the easier it'll be for her to catch you.

Karlach - human ashtray - she's been making fun of you all evening for your drunken confession about her cigars, but once the other's go to bed she's happy to indulge you on the Elfsong's roof garden.

Halsin - breeding - ever the beast of nature, with your perils finally at an end he lets himself run loose with you and you realise it’s going to be a long night until he’s done filling you.

Minthara - body worship - the drow isn't keen onbeing nursed after but with injuries so severe you need to make sure she's alright.

[morgana-ren]

Just had the most fucked up thought of all time:

Ascended Vampire Lord Astarion with a beloved consort that was finally able to escape his grasp. After years, she's finally able to secret herself away and slip her chains, running from him and going into hiding so that he can never drag her back again.

It's no secret that he's gone mad, driven to the brink by his obsession with her in her absence. He refuses to simply take another lover or find a willing wife, spending untold resources and wealth trying to find her and coax her back, but she somehow stays hidden from him, somehow just out of his reach--

--However, he refuses to let her go.

Instead, he becomes slightly unhinged.

Astarion barters with a devil once again, only this time, it's for possession of a succubus. A very particular succubus who knows of his wayward little lover, and just so happens to have her form tucked away in her repertoire thanks to their earlier adventures.

He commands Haarlep to take her image each and every time he fucks her. It's the only way he'll sleep with anyone else-- the only way he'll find release while she is gone.

And Tav knows every time he's ravaging her because she can feel it. Feel his hands ghost across her body, squeezing the rounds of her neck until she can't breathe, scratching down her spine until she bleeds-- she feels all of it through this succubus' infernal connection. She is forced to acknowledge his power over her— his utter obsession with her— day in and day out, being violated by him over and over again even as she's finally escaped him.

Each time he takes the succubus, he is reminding her what he's done to her— what he'll do to her again when he gets his hands on her. His fucked up little way of saying "I'm thinking about you, darling" as he violates her body and mind, and no matter what she does, she cannot escape it. A ticking clock counting down the hours until he can touch her again.

She cannot hide forever.

It's only a matter of time, and every time she feels the phantom warmth flood between her thighs, or the tightness in her throat that leaves her with an aching jaw, or the sharp, miserable pain in her backside that has her hobbling for days, she knows he's thinking about her once more.

[blackblooms]

irredeamable development retrospective. Part 1.5: capitalism IN SPACE This one part will tackles an alternate setting for the Specter game we spoke of last time. It may even have come first in the development timeline, through it can be a bit difficult to determine exactly how and when ideas shifted so lets not worry about what actually came first. Much like shadow and light, this game was about a specter, possessing people, but just as the title says, the setting was more of a space-faring adventure where you would visit multiple planets.

It features much of the same races as shadows and light, though their exact appearance has shifted a bit, as everything would in a different setting.

Depicted here, we have Mars, a frozen desert planet with large scale mining operations and a bit of a western vibe. Humans and mitons are the main races here and were given stout figures and thick coat to fit the cold yet dry weather. Venus is now overgrown with a rich, volcanic jungle where countless comic plant are being grown and harvested. This planet is mainly occupied by goblin employees who take the place of the succubus from last game. Mercury was hollowed out and turned into a giant energy powerplant, with a massive solar panel attached to one side. Earth ...well i dont think i ever did figure out what to do with it. Its kind of just another mining planet. and finally we have the alien mothership. The home base of a group of invading alien corporations from the Alpha Centauri system. ....yes i know what it looks like, but its actually supposed to be based on their system having 3 stars (2 large and 1 small)

Aniway, the Centaurian species consists of long-lived and hyper-intelligent giant squid. Their technology is very advanced, especially in domains of communication, space travel and artificial life. Many of their servants (which i think included the goblins) are bioweapons that were specifically crafted to integrate into local populations and perform whichever jobs were needed for the growth of the company. There was never much of an actual story, so all i really got left are some blueprints of the solar system, now converted into some kind of space construct for the Centaurians to exploit.

Aniway, thats it for today, but next time we`ll be leaving all those specters behind and move into yet another setting. One that is not quite so cosmic, but instead rather....toweresque... To be continued in part 2: Ascending the Godlands

[deadly-diminuendo]

You Will Know

a short ascended astarion/fem!reader tav fic / nsfw / ~9k words ***AO3 Exclusive***

Summary: Every time I make love in your shape, you will know. There are two mistakes you regret more than anything. One, helping Astarion complete the ritual that changed him into someone you no longer recognize. Two, giving your body away to an incubus, an eternal pact from which you can never break free. Haarlep has begun to take your form almost every night, making it impossible to forget your pact, impossible to forget the nights you shared with the man you once loved, all while a stranger ravishes you from beyond. Only it isn’t a stranger at all.

CW/Tags: non-con, incubus/succubus shenanigans, obsessive/possessive behaviour, vampire bites/blood drinking, piv sex, oral sex, desk sex, masturbation, references to Astarion's past, post-game, questionable decision-making

Read on AO3 This fic still holds a special place in my heart as its opening chapter was the first time I have ever shared fanfic online. While I'm not cross-posting this one here due to its darker themes, I at least wanted to show it a little bit of love here on Tumblr! Please make note of the warnings and take care in reading! 💜

Side note: I've been on a bit of a writing hiatus lately due to a recent vacation/real life getting in the way, but I have several ideas I'm excited about and I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things soon!

[abyssalaerlocke]

Match Made in Hell

Consider this a written sketch

Bringing back "Mephistopheles arranging a marriage between his son and the powerful vampire ascendant he just made, with 7,000 souls as the groom price", but now in Raphael/Durge.

To clarify what I've probably mentioned in other posts — Mephistopheles built an arranged marriage contract into the rite he told Cazador about, but it binds whoever completes the ritual. Cazador may or may not have known about it, but whoever usurps the ritual doesn't.

Raphael doesn't know about it, but key in this iteration, Haarlep probably does. If Raphael needed to sign or anything, I imagine Haarlep getting him to beg and promise them anything in bed some time (or he simply owes them a favour for them withholding some information from their reports to Mephistopheles), and they pull out a "marriage contract". Raphael assumes Haarlep is the other party in question, and since they're basically his consort already, it doesn't appear to change anything egregious, so he signs it and it doesn't come up again.

For some context, Haarlep is Mephistopheles' spy, and since they're kind of Raphael's consort, they should probably know about Mephistopheles' plans for marrying off his son. Since the kiss of a succubus (and presumably incubus) can turn someone into a greater vampire, Haarlep has some potential to influence who the addition to their home/relationship/boudoir is, by adding their own vampire to the race.

Which is where Durge comes in. Prior to the House of Hope, they use Gale's scroll of True Resurrection on Astarion to turn him back into a living elf — no longer Cazador's spawn, or at the mercy of the tadpole to live in the sun.

When they do show up, Haarlep of course takes an interest, and after being killed, the party decides they should take their dead companion and go, before Raphael shows up.

Durge soon wakes up as a vampire, and while Astarion is not in a position to steal the ascension, Durge does help him carve the contract on his back into Cazador's for revenge, and ascends themself — thus finding themself unexpectedly married to the devil they know.

[spirits-n-giggles]

Now, I don't do much fandom deep dives these days, but I think it's feckin funny to hear of ANY unapproving ships in Baldurs Gate 3 of all things... A fandom that is FILLED TO THE BRIM with pan-sexual/romantic (and asexual/romantic) partners to choose from (if not more than one at time) so if anyone ever gets on to you about how you might enjoy a dark and twisted toss in the sheets, simply give a lil giggle, banish them to Raphael's succubus, and go about your day.

Life is too short to give a single shit about some dumbfuck opinions that are trying to ruin your day. So ruin their day by having a good one and go enjoy your ascended vampyres, your murderous drows, your literal sexy bear (my personal fave), your special connection to Withers, your spunky lil threesomes-- or even no romance at all, if thats what appeals to you. That's why this game is so awesome. There is no "right" answer.

This game is just that: a game. Go enjoy your game. And enjoy the story YOU choose to tell. That's what this game was made for, after all.✌️

TL;DR - if someone's ugly to you, block their ass. Simple as that. They exist to waste your time and your time is valuable, so if they don't pay your rent pay them bitches no mind. (thanks RuPaul)

Besides.... if you were a REAL BG3 fan, you'd ship 'em all together in one big dysfunctional orgy. 🥰

[queen-scribbles]

For the couples asks, #1 and #12 for Jas/Tristian and Vikkari/Arue?

1.What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re…hot…”

I think for Jas, there wasn’t really a specific moment, she just has eyes and can see that Tristian is v attractive lol. For Tristian, it was the first time Jas cast something like Shield of Faith or Archon's Aura and was all glowy and righteous and he had kind of an …uhoh. I can’t do this moment.

For Vikkari it was when Arue one-shotted the derakni in Greengates, the one from the arrival cutscene. That was really hot. For Arue, there was a time she was looking for Vikkari to talk to him and found him with Seelah, laughing at something she’d said. Unrestrained joy looks really good on him(also he’s hot anyway) and she had a big time “oh no he’s hot” moment that flustered her so bad she ran away xD

12. How much independence do they prefer in a relationship—do they want to share their lives as much as possible with their partner, or do they prefer to mostly do their own thing and let their partner do their own thing?

I think they're both in the middle, with Jas/Tristian maybe a little more toward doing everything together than Vikkari/Arue. Given their canonical endings.

Tristian stayed with Jas in her kingdom and they're practically joined at the hip(figuratively, there's too much height difference to be literal xD) her whole life. They enjoy each other's company, trust each other, have similar interests. While they will occasionally go do their own thing, it never takes long to drift back together.

Vikkari keeps up(returns to?) his wandering lifestyle after the Worldwound is closed, and Arue settles down outside a village. He visits her a lot, and it's my firm personal belief that those visits get longer and closer together until one day he just... doesn't leave. Nothing out there compares to what's here. They're a little more likely, even after that point, to go do their own thing and not rush finding their way back together.

Couple Asks

[rottenraccoons]

hello raccoons ✋🏼 🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝 be at peace, my fellow beings 🦟

i shall have a question of the utmost importance (🗣)

there was an anon, who implied there has been a succubus vesper/reader ask, however i cannot find it, would there be a possibility of you linking it in response? 😼😼😼😼😼

and for an ask, i do have another question: what are the LIs best at when it comes to sexual acts? (oral, fingering,...) (🧍🏽‍♀️-> 🐈->🦝 me when i ascend to a fellow trash eater, nasty nasty things are the best 😼)

also i wanted to add that its such a hot concept to be oleander's secretary, that man can ruin me, (over the kitchen counter, in the bathtub, on the table, floor, against the wall, over the balcony railing, we are not stopping ✋🏼) like i knew its gonna be a good game when i went through the intro of the game, but then i just want to point out especially the writing, which is so good and i am so serious about that! its insanely immersive and the characters are so well written, be it the main cast or the npcs, even if they are there for like one sentence, they are distinctive enough that i remember all of them. you all are so skilled, from the composer to the artists, to writers, its such a good game that i cannot wait for the upcoming chapters. very much looking forward to it!!

thank you for all your effort, my earthly comrades and have a divine rest of the day/night 🐈

- anon 🐈 (unless that emoji is taken by a fellow anonymous, then i can be 🦟 because i can suck oleanders d- 😼 (i am so sorry i am way too hyper right now))

The succubus/incubus/concubus post is here, nonny! As for general sexy stuff, we recommend taking a stroll through the spicy content tag and seeing what you can find!

Part of Oleander's appeal is supposed to be having a hot boss who's DTF without it coming across as a massive workplace safety violation, so we're glad you like being his assistant/secretary ❤️

[nnibarrel]

Springfinder - "Path"

With this I wanted to explore a path like not the actual road but like path of life and choices... (Or in another way to say it: path is getting from point A to point B)

Thanks to mythic powers, the commander can change own destiny and even stop being mortal and become someone else… Just like our Arueshalae! She also has a metaphysical path. (Only she is already a planar being.) And I really really want to headcanon that Aru in her personal quest not only ascends and becomes an “ascended succubus”, but also that after a while she can become an azata… Go for Elysium, girls!

P.S. I love doing redesignes for Arue's appearance x) Not cause I don't love her original look, quite the opposite - I want to experiment on it and not sticking to the same details makes my creative endorphins move. And yes, ancient Greek-Roman motifs in clothes because, from what I saw, the azatas are so about antiquity …

[nevertheblood]

🎃🎃 Trick-or-Treat, pls 🎃🎃

HELLO thank you for the ask! <3

this treat is especially for you because while I was napping the other day somehow many of YOUR AUs got caught up and mixed in my head, and I DID want to make something halloweenish, so... here. i gently hand you succubus!dazai and mafia bodyguard!chuuya :3

Chuuya hadn't planned to be in the middle of the red light district after midnight on a Saturday. It had just sort of... happened.

It's not like he's anything close to prudish about it - in his line of work, he can't afford to be - and it isn't the noise, or the bright lights, or the smells that bother him, either. It's more the general feeling of something disgusting, a seedy, grimy undertone that buzzes in the air like flies, that seeps through every brick, every crack in the concrete, every wire of every flickering neon sign, until everything feels so soaked in greasy, sticky sin that nothing could ever cleanse it.

There is violence in the veins of this city, blood that runs in the gutters to feed a beating, battered heart. Chuuya has been tangled up in this huge and electrifying system for almost his whole life, and for the most part, it's a thrill; the bloodshed a means to turn chaos to control, the one handle he might claim to have on his own mess of an existence.

He uses his strength for protection. That's what he tells himself, anyway. Maybe it's what he needs to do, in order to cope.

He'd been called out less than an hour ago. He’d made pretty good time, for the weekend, speeding down the city expressway on his bike, orange streetlights glowing in his peripheral vision, and he'd been able to park nearby, close enough to walk easily. Everything's going a little too well, to start with, and he's on edge as he turns the corner into a dimly lit alley, blinking signs and the residual fluorescence from neighbouring streets the only light to see by.

He finds the right building with well-practiced ease. Chuuya rarely frequents brothels himself, but thanks to his work he knows the way these seedy backstreets tangle and criss-cross as well as the furrows and scars that line his own skin, if not better. There's a puddle by the entryway, of oil or waste water or who knows what, and Chuuya sees his own inverted form, the glow from the stairwell, the vague shape of the skyline above, ripple and distort and blur together.

He hops over the puddle, and starts up the stairs.

He's expecting to have to confer with the establishment's owner on arrival, to have her explain the issue first, but to Chuuya's surprise, the man Chuuya is looking for – or at the very least, someone matching his description – appears to be standing in the hallway, blocking Chuuya's path.

Chuuya stops, and casts his eye over his target.

He's standing at the top of the stairs, above Chuuya, making him look almost unnaturally tall and imposing. He is tall, actually, long legs crossed nonchalantly at the ankle as he leans on the peeling plaster wall. He is staring at Chuuya, eyes fixed on him as he'd ascended the stairs, which is unsettling to say the least. His hair is brown, framing his face in messy curls, frizz like a halo in the stairway’s glow. He's wearing low-rise jeans that cling to his skinny hips and a brown waistcoat over a ratty grey t-shirt that may once have been white. Those clothes match what Chuuya's looking for, unique enough that he's now certain he’s not mistaken – this is his man. His eyes, then, Chuuya thinks, must be brown as per the brief he’d received, but they're almost shining amber in the sickly yellow strip light; amber like a warning, a caution to stop.

The man says, “You've been sent for me.” His voice is smooth, sing-song, playful.

Chuuya's not here to play.

“I’ve been sent to kick you out, actually. You need to leave the premises immediately.”

The stranger doesn't respond to the demand. Instead, he smiles, slow and easy, strangely self-satisfied. “Why should I listen to you?”

“Our organisation controls this whole block.” Chuuya rests his hand at his hip, where his gun holster is clearly visible under his waistcoat. Not the most subtle of threats, but Chuuya’s found that subtle rarely works on idiots like this.

“Oh.” A raised eyebrow, disappearing into a curly fringe that hangs low above those deep brown eyes. “You're mafia.”

Chuuya does not confirm or deny the idea. Not incriminating himself, in case anyone is listening in, but not downplaying his own power, his own capacity for violence.

Rather than saying anything else at all, he carries on with business. “The proprietor here called me, saying you were being a nuisance—”

“A nuisance? How rude—”

“—Hanging around for days on end, not buying anything, just standing in corners like a creep, making paying customers nervous. She asked me to move you along.”

“Move me along? I'm not some mangy stray cat.”

Debatable, Chuuya thinks. He moves up two more steps, closing the distance between them, quietly and instantly raising the threat. “Are you going to go nicely? I'd rather you didn't make this harder for both of us.”

The tall man pouts, as though he were a five-year-old child. “But I'm hungry.”

Chuuya swears he can feel his eye twitching. “Then go eat. How is that my problem?”

“I'm trying to. But you showed up, and made it your problem.”

“What do you—”

The man blinks, then, and as he does so, in the space of half a second, his eyes flicker and change from a honeyed brown to black, deep black, all the way across the sclera, void and empty and inhuman.

“Ah,” Chuuya says, the flat tone of simple understanding. This oddball stranger had probably expected Chuuya to be frightened, or to flinch, but he simply stares back into the inky blackness of those eyes, unimpressed. This is far from Chuuya’s first rodeo, after all. “You’re an incubus.”

The man grins. His teeth look much sharper, now, than they had before. “Succubus, actually.”

“You’re a man.” Chuuya raises one eyebrow. “Aren’t you?”

The tall demon leans over, leering at Chuuya, his face and his dreadful teeth just this side of too close. “You really think it’s as simple as that? Men are always one thing and women another? My goodness, little human. You have a lot to learn, don’t you?”

Refusing to be intimidated, Chuuya folds his arms. “I don’t have to learn anything. I told you, you need to go, and that’s as far as you and I have business with one another.”

The smile full of teeth disappears, and it’s back to the childish pout. “You’re no fun.”

“I’m not supposed to be fun. I’m here to make you leave.”

“I just wanna feed here. I’m not causing any bother.”

“Do you plan on paying for a service?”

“I don’t need to. There’s residual sexual energy in the air all around this building. I can feed on that just fine, what do I need your human coins for?”

“If you’re not gonna pay, then you need to leave.” Chuuya thinks he’s starting to sound like a broken record. He doesn't feel the need to reach for his gun, or any of his knives – this tall weirdo isn't especially a threat at present despite his midnight-black eyes and unholy sharp canines, more just an annoyance. “Go... feed elsewhere.”

The succubus leans back against the grimy wall, and smirks. “Make me.”

[thebindingofpillo]

On the topic of Fwendy is he the only little demon Lilith has? She doesn't have any of the other demon Familiers? Like Dark Bum, Succubus, Demon Baby, twisted Pair, air lil abandon?

No, Fwendy is the only demon companion Lilith has. He kinda attached onto her by chance, since he was also in dire need of help, being a runt and all. I don’t really know why he stays small, I was thinking of a curse, or maybe something physical, but maybe I don’t need that either. Fwendy can just be a small weak demon that managed to survive long enough to be found by Lilith. But aside from him, no she doesn’t have any other familiars.

This is them when Lilith finally managed to find her way out of hell. It wasn’t really an easy feat since she still had to get used to moving around and defending herself without eyes, it’s not like she could bring anyone else with her. She didn’t have many friends in hell either — in fact, she had no friends! Satan didn’t really care much about her to try and isolate her, but demons aren’t really the friendly type, so she’s been on her own since Satan got his claws in her. I don’t really know how many kids she had while in hell, I’m not even sure if I want her to have had any kids in hell, but if she did they’ve been all taken from her right after birth, so she wouldn’t even know where or who they are now.

I had the idea that Lilith met Fwendy while she was trying to escape, but maybe I’ll switch it around a bit, I don’t want her to be completely miserable for centuries. Maybe he can be a little demon she took in, they became friends while she was still down there and then they escaped together… it could work tbh, and it wouldn’t really impact the overall story.

Sadly all the other demon babies are still in hell, but Big Horn is taking care of them so that they can eventually ascend to Heaven and not spend even more time in literally the worst place in the universe.

Before I leave you, one fun fact! When I started conceptualising the story a couple of years ago, Lilith was supposed to have a seeing-eye-dog/hellhound called Max. He was based on the Max’s Head item from the flash version, and he was also a sort of guard dog? Like it would spend most of its time in normal boring dog form, but if someone was threatening Lilith he could turn into a huge, super cool hellhound and tear everything to shreds.

I scrapped this idea because I felt it didn’t really add anything to the story, and also I can’t draw animals lol, it would have been a pain. I never even gave Max a proper design, it was just an idea bouncing around in my head that I thought was cool.