#can I possibly just start working with this incubus?

[vicewiccanblog]

I kind of hate it that when I try to look up certain questions, I just get the bible and SO many things saying 'get the holy water' like NO??

I just wanna know why I have an incubus feeding on my dreams every so often. Like, it doesn't feel 'bad'. Actually feels refreshing, makes me feel better when I wake up. And it only happens maybe once a month, it's not a constant thing.

Can someone just explain this to me, so I don't have to see posts that say 'oh demons bad grrr Jesus holy water god blah blah blah'.

[ghostboyhood]

dude im

i think this is the first time in... as long as i can remember that life's actually going well. like sometimes life just Goes By until something bad happens or whatever... but like, ive had a lot of pretty good days in the past month ish? ive gone to two really amazing local shows recently, plus some other concerts, im seeing my favorite band next week, i might be making merch for another one of my favorite bands.... and yeah ive had shitty days and i got sick but like.. i remember those days well so the inbetween is just, that.. the in between... god idk becoming more involved in my local scene has been so fucking surreal..

[onehelluvafan]

Soo... anyone else notice this look from "Better Than Blitzo" right before he kissed Stolas?

Yeeaahhhh, quick question. What the fuck?! lol

It's the epitome of "blink and you miss it," taking up just two frames, which is a single illustration in Helluva Boss.

I actually spent two months making a 30 minute video on this that I uploaded to YouTube back in August. Unfortunately, my channel was taken down in the latest algorithm crawl, but if you’d like to watch it, here’s a link to it on Odysee and BitChute.

Otherwise, buckle up while I take us on a journey ✨ I have three basic ideas I'll be delving into, split into three posts:

Part One: His tattoo—what it is, what it means, and what (or who) it could be linked to.

Part Two: Verosika—how and why she could have orchestrated things.

Part Three: Just an ex??—what his personal motivations could be for taking the time to check if Blitz is watching before kissing Stolas.

Keep reading to dive into Part One!

Before we dive in, just a quick heads-up that I will not be referring to this Incubus as “Better Than Blitzo.” Partly because it’s kind of long but mostly I just really like the nickname I’ve given him, which is: “IncuBlitz.”

IncuBlitz Part One: His Tattoo

I’ll start things off with the tattoo on IncuBlitz’s arm and its possible significance.

Because this thing is strikingly similar to Stolas’ crest, leading a lot of us to wonder—Is IncuBlitz some sort of Stolas stalker?  Or does he work for someone in the Ars Goetia who has a similar crest?

In both cases, I think the barometer is going to be how similar his tattoo is to Stolas’ crest, but I’ll go into a little more detail on why he might be working for another Goetia and who it could be.

I think Aldreaphus, Stolas’ brother-in-law, would be the most likely candidate in this scenario, considering that we’ve already been introduced to him and his manipulative nature. 

In Western Energy, we see him convince Stella to call off the hit on Stolas so that they can wait for, and possibly even create, an opportunity to take advantage of him later—be it for his position, wealth, power, or all three.

Even more compelling, we see what appears to be an attack or takeover by Aldreaphus at Stolas’ palace in the trailer for the second half of season two.

It’s been theorized that he may be hoping to take over Stolas’ position partially because in mythology, he’s actually already known to be an astronomer. 

This would obviously overlap nicely with Stolas’ duties, which would make him a prime candidate to take over his position—be it temporarily until Octavia has finished her training, or perhaps even permanently depending on what he’s capable of and willing to do.

So far, we’ve only seen this brief glimpse of him in Western Energy, so we don’t know yet what his actual cannon position is in the Goetia family. The mythological Andrealphus is not associated with any sort of ice powers, so it’s possible that this is where any likeness between the two ends. 

But regardless of any previous knowledge or affinity for astrology, I can see Andrealphus being interested in Stolas’ status and position. Whether it’s to have for himself, or to get close to Octavia so that he can take advantage of his influence with her in the future.

So, in this theory, IncuBlitz would have been strategically placed to get information from Stolas, keep tabs on him, manipulate him, and possibly even to further drive a wedge between Stolas and Blitz.

For any other Goetia, the desire to keep Stolas and Blitz apart could just be for appearances and maintaining the social structure that they’ve put into place. 

But if Andrealphus is his employer, I think he would have a different reason to keep them apart. And that’s to keep Stolas from having someone who can protect him.

Because if he knows anything about either attempt by Striker to assassinate Stolas, then he would be aware that in both cases, Blitz or someone under Blitz’s employ, intervened. 

The first time, they completely stopped him, causing the assassination attempt to be a failure, which resulted in Striker having to actually flee. 

Then, during the second attempt, despite it being called off by Stella, Moxxie and Millie’s intervention did prevent Striker from bringing Stolas to Stella and Andrealphus, which is what her explicit instructions to him had been.

Now that I’ve covered how a Goetia could be involved, let’s move on to what I personally believe to be the determining factor for both aspects:

How similar is IncuBlitz’s tattoo to Stolas’ Crest?

Because if IncuBlitz is actually a stalker, we would expect the tattoo to be as close to Stolas’ crest as possible. And if it belongs to someone else in the Ars Goetia, that implies that Geotic crests, in general, would all have at least a heart in common.

So far, the only crest we’ve seen that we know to be associated with the Geotia family belongs to Stolas. Considering that we’ve only ever seen his crest displayed within his own palace, I’d say that, at best, it’s unclear whether other demon royalty also have similar, heart-themed crests.

But let’s explore that a bit. 

The seals that we’ve seen so far, belonging to several Sins, Paimon, and Stolas himself, all seem to have the same basic structure.

This could lend credence to the idea that other Goetian royalty could also have a similar crest to Stolas. But personally, I don’t think it’s likely.

Mostly because Stolas’ crest seems to reflect him personally. From the tip of his five-pointed crown down to his cloak and neck accessory.

We haven’t seen much of Aldreaphus’ castle, but in the room that is shown, there does not appear to be anything present that resembles a heart.

In fact, we don’t actually know yet if Aldreaphus is canonically a marquee in the Hellaverse, the way he is in mythology. So it’s possible that he doesn’t have a crest at all if those are limited to the upper ranks of royalty. But if he does have a crest, I think it’s the snowflake that’s depicted on his chest and plateware.

At first, I thought his crown being shorter than Stolas’ and only having 3 points was an indicator of lower status. Especially considering that we see Stella, Octavia, and Baby Stolas with similar crowns.

But after realizing that Paimon’s also only has 3 points, I dug a little deeper and found this.

Apparently, there is something called a Celestial Crown that has five points, which are usually depicted with a star on each tip. 

With Stolas’ job as a Goetia being to study the stars, it makes sense that his crown would be reflective of his line of work. 

Considering this, I don’t think Andrealphus’ ice-themed crown and possible crest give us enough information to determine whether he is or is not a marquee.

But either way, there doesn’t appear to be any evidence to support the theory that IncuBlitz’s tattoo is reflective of a connection to himself.

Now, let’s take a look at the tattoo and compare it directly to Stolas’ crest.

One thing I noticed was that even though it doesn't look like his normal crown, he is wearing a crown that looks similar to the tattoo, both as a child and at this particular party as an adult.

I went back and scrubbed through footage of the entire show, trying to find any other instances of this kind of tattoo or imagery.

While Verosika and Millie both have heart tattoos like the one on IncuBlitz’s lower back, the closest thing I could find to the tattoo on his arm is the door to the prototypes at Ozzie’s.

This has led me to believe that it might truly just be a heart with a cupid’s arrow pointing down. Though it does look a little odd with the additional v-shape between the arrowhead and the bottom of the heart. I’m not sure if that’s supposed to represent a bow or is just a stylistic choice, but, interestingly, the heart on the back of the romance novel that Stolas is reading at the beginning of this episode does have something similar going on.

So, in the end, I think his tattoo might genuinely just be symbolism. An indication that he’s a kindred ‘romantic’ spirit, maybe who also wears his heart on his sleeve; Or even simply that he’s just not afraid of love and romance the way that Blitz is. If so, perhaps it’s intended to be another implication of why he is “Better Than Blitzo.”

Click here for Part Two: Verosika

[livelaughlovesubs]

Omgomg requests ya boi got an idea

Reader x shy clumsy incubus!Sigma

He's a new incubus and has no experience except pure instinct. Luckily, his first target (you) is sympathetic and willing to show him a good time. At first he's flustered and covering his face as you work him open, and by the end of the night, you have him shamelessly drooling and desperately grinding back into your thrusts as you grip his tail

It’s almost the same thing so I paired the two (I’m sorry to the anon for taking so long) anyway… AHHH MAN I STILL LOVE THIS BABY SM <3 he’s still my background! Partly cuz I’m too lazy to change it haha

Dom!reader x sub!Incubus!sigma - reader is gender neutral

Warning: no lube no protection, all night long, until he breaks (lol), saliva as lube, fingering, pegging (I use dick), taking virginity, biting, tail pulling

“Okay.. I can do it, it’s not difficult. I have to, otherwise I’ll starve…” sigma tried his best to pump up some confidence, staring at himself through the mirror. It’s been an entire years now since he became a fully pledged incubi, yet he hasn’t made any advances on any humans. Just look at him! He was all skin and bones! All this time he had to nurture himself through the emergency packs for his kind, in cases where they can’t come into contact with mortals.

The demon clenched his fists before starring at his to-do list. Written on it were the basics that were taught to him while he was still young. Tips and tricks on how to seduce humans, as well as the appropriate clothes or language to use. “You can do it, sigma..!” He said to himself while staring at his body. Then he slumped and sighed, “damn it.. would anyone find me attractive when I’m so slim? I heard muscles are in trend right now.” When he tried to clench his Bizeps, a look of horror washed over him. Those were noddle arms! He can’t hurt a fly like this!

“Don’t they also prefer the bold and confident type, like fyodor..?” He thought to himself. Despite his old acquaintance being just as- if not, weaker than him when it came to physical strength, he was doing way better than him. Many fell for his trickery and became his slave. Though it’s been a while since he saw him, has that man perhaps settled down on a specific person? Sounds unreasonable, it wasn’t like the fyodor he knew.

Nonetheless, it wouldn’t help him to worry about others when he was on the verge of losing it. It’s not like he doesn’t want to, he was too awkward to actually invade someone’s dreams! Again, what if that person doesn’t find him attractive? He’d lose every ounce of self respect if that happens. “No, don’t worry about it.. it will be fine, who would be able to resist the temptation of an incubus anyway?” He tried to reason with his subconscious one last time, finally mustering enough courage to seek someone out.

And that someone was you.

It was in the middle of the night when sigma decided to visit you. He snuck into your room with some simple magic, and started to climb onto your bed. Not on top of you though, only kneeling next to you. What if his weight woke you up, he doesn’t want to drag this out too much. “Ah.. a real human, they looks so peaceful, sleeping like this. They won’t wake up too soon right?” Sigma whispered, starring holes into your body. The boy desperately hoped you won’t wake up, since he wouldn’t know how to handle it. Yet he also kind of wished you would, so that he’d have a reason to return home empty handed.

“Okay, it’s now or never. Hah, I want it too after all. I’m so hungry.” As soon as he was ready, he reached his hand out to you, caressing your thighs. He wanted to get straight to business, hoping to end this as soon as possible when another hand shoot out of the darkness and grabbed his wrist. “Ahh!?” The incubi yelped, stumbling backwards, about to fall off the bed if it weren’t for his tail desperately wrapping around your torso for support. His instincts caused him to use his tail to stabilise himself. “What’s this?” Suddenly your voice reached his ears, poor guy didn’t even have time to breath when you pulled his wrists and made him fall back into your lap.

“IiiiKK..!! Wa-wait.. let go of me!” He panicked and tried to yank his hand away. “Hold up, you came into my room so suddenly, why does it seem like I’m the bad guy now?” You complained, then said, “also.. what is this.. leather? Rope?” After saying that, you poked his tail, making him shudder in surprise. “UghhH! Don’t touch that!” Sigma immediately yelled, a deep blush covered his face. “Hey, wait. What are you?” Finally you realised something was wrong and asked him that question, all while staring at his pretty face. He was so petite and cute, totally your type, but if he turned out to be a stalker you wouldn’t hesitate to make him pay.

To your surprise that person started crying, breaking down as he looked at you through wet lashes. “I’m so bad at this..! All I wanted was food! Let me go, I won’t come back ever again!” Then the guy with the two coloured hair hide his face in his hands, while fat tears rolled down his flushed cheeks. When you heard his comment, you took pity on him, not to mention the vulnerable state he was in. “You’re hungry.. Is that why you came here? I’m sorry to hear that, what do you want to eat then?” You tried to be kind to him, poor thing was starving. Seems like he was a thief who wanted to steal your food, but he accidentally found your bedroom instead. How clumsy…

“I- i… no, you wouldn’t do it with me anyway.” He shouted, making your ears bleed a little, “hey.. tune it down, and what do you mean?” Sigma covered his mouth with his palm, then said, “I need very special food.” You tilted your head, asking, “do I have it here?” Without thinking about it, he responded yes. So you commented, “if that’s the case you can take it.” The boy stopped crying so much, instead he gazed at you and tried to be as serious as he could be. Afterwards he mumbled, “I’m an incubus.. i-I’ll need you to..to, erm.. do that with me, please…”

He couldn’t help himself, you smelled so delicious. Besides his body and mind told him to not let this opportunity go to waste. You seemed nice enough for his first, so he thought now or never. On the other hand, you were wondering if what he said was true. Then you remembered the rope around your body, or rather, his tail. “Are all incubus’ this shy?” You questioned him. “Er, no.. I guess I’m the only one who’s timid. I mean- this is my first hunt..!” Oh dear, he was trying to justify himself, but it only made him sound even more pitiful.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. While he glared at you with a blushing face, you suddenly pinned him down onto your bed as you said, “so why are you waiting? I said I’ll let you eat.” His wrists were now held up above his head and his face pushed into the mattress. “Wait, I-I’m not ready!” Sigma complained, feeling his body heat up at the sudden change in position. “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow with you.” You whispered gently, afterwards your hand slipped lower and lower, until you were caressing his butt. Gosh, his skin was soft, you felt like you were corrupting an angel instead.

Then you rubbed his rim with your middle and index finger, using your other hand to reach for the drawer. You took out everything you might need, but then noticed how you didn’t have lube near by. “Huh, this might be difficult.” You muttered under your breath, contemplating over what to do. “Er, what is?” The incubi gazed back at you with teary eyes, his lips were trembling as he talked. “I don’t have any lube here.” For a second you were almost hypnotised by his looks, but you managed to snap out of it. “I see, well, you could use my saliva, it has a similar effect.” Sigma proposed. Since he was offering it to you, it’d be impolite to decline, right?

Which led to your current situation, where you are caressing his back and spine with one hand, while the other one was over his face and sticking two fingers into his mouth. “Mhmm, hmHh..!!” He let out some muffled choking sounds, all due to your fingers messing with his tongue. You were shoving them too deep inside, he can barely breathe! “GuuHh.. huhMmm.” The boy groaned again, until you finally pulled your digits out. At this point he was already a blushing, flustered mess. Drooling around everywhere as tears threatened to spill. “Good job.” You told him, before smearing his saliva around his entrance. “Ha-haaaa…” sigma had to calm himself, this is it, today is the day he finally catches his first prey! So why does he feel like the prey today?

No long after you sticked a finger inside him, it slipped in very easily. “This makeshift lube is working pretty well.” You complimented him as your middle finger slid in, stretching his rim. “Uh-uHh! It feels weird?” He gasped, his tail was wagging around so cutely. “Shh, don’t tense up now, deep breaths, little incubus.” As soon as you finished your sentence, a second finger joined in. And oh boy he was already a wreck now. Hands clenching the sheets like his life depended on it, back arched so beautifully while those shining tears finally dripped down his cheeks. “Ah. Ha-hnnGg.” Poor baby couldn’t help but moan out loud, especially after you pushed your fingers knuckles deep inside. No one has ever touched that place, it was such a foreign feeling!

His insides were soft and warm, he basically welcomed you with open arms. Those squishy and spongy walls squeezed down on your fingers whenever you moved too fast, or curled them. Each time he’d also let out a whine of pleasure, shaking slightly to accommodate the electricity running through his body. “You.. hnghh, don’t tease..” that was all he managed to say, before a series of moans and whimpers escaped his throat. All because you found that one sweet spot inside him, and now you were poking it continuously. “This must be your prostate? Heh, how cute your voice is.” His voice was so high-pitched after all, almost like a girl. It must be in the nature of lust-demons to be so erotic all the time.

You slowly scissored him, spreading him and preparing him for the main event. But you didn’t neglect his comfort at all, once in a while you’d purposely brush over his weak spot or lean close to him to bite his shoulder. “Uh, haah.. why, why are you so nice..?” He asked, the spot below him was already wet with tears. “Hmm, because I want to?” You didn’t have a concrete answer, maybe it was his charm. Nevertheless when you deemed him ready enough, you speed up your movements a little. Now fingering him at a decent pace. Squelching sounds echoed through the room, such a lewd sound that it embarrassed the little incubi.

“HNng, ha-hmNn, it feels good to-good..” he moaned out again, but this time to his dismay you pulled your fingers out of him. “What-what?!” The boy immediately gasped, a disappointed look across his face. Did you get sick of him, or he wasn’t a.. attractive enough anymore..? “I’m sorry, little incubi, I can’t held myself back anymore.” Before he got the chance to turn back, he noticed how your tip was pressing and poking against him. “Ah-ahh..” another moan slipped from his lips at the realisation, he had to gulp loudly to swallow his nervousness once more. “Please, be s-slow.. go easy on me.” After hearing him say that, you had to use every ounce of self control you had to not pound on him right there right now.

Instead you heed his words and took your sweet time bottoming out inside him. “Is this pace alright?” You asked him after he managed to take the tip in. To be honest that was pretty dumb of you. Did you really think he could still register what you tell him, when he’s literally already in subspace? His eyes were widened and with each inch he took, his mind would go blank a little more. He could swear he couldn’t feel his limps anymore, legs and knees already going numb beneath him. He just didn’t know it would feel so good to get stuffed full..! All these sensations were getting to him, to the point he was melting, shaking and a flustered mess.

When you finally managed to fit your entire length inside, expect to see him begging, pleading for you to ruin him. At this point, his instincts were taking over, causing him to plead with you in the sweetest voice ever, just so you will finally start taking him to paradise. How can you say no to such a honey sweet temptation? Not even five minutes later you were jumping him like any rational thoughts of yours got wiped out, trusting into his slim and adorable body while holding his waist with your hands. His tail wrapped around your torso once more, pulling you closer to him so that you could trust into him deeper.

Or how he’d grind his hips against yours whenever you rub your dick deep inside him <3. He was such a cutie! Pervers noises came from the male like he was praying for something, blabbering with no end in sight. You bit his back and neck area some more, taking special care to not bit any fatal areas. The way his body was covered in traces of you was so beautiful that you wanted to keep him. He was like your perfect match. “AaahhH..!! Oh-ooHh, deeper, ha-harder..! <3.!” Sigma couldn’t control his own body anymore, he was just yelling out whatever was on his mind. His body was as if it got a mind if its own, doing everything it could to keep you pounding into his swollen and puffy hole.

After observing him for a while, you licked your lips. Lowering yourself once again to whisper into his ear, one of your hands grabbed the base of his tail. First you stroked and rubbed that area, then you pulled and yanked on his surprisingly soft tail. “You are doing so good for me, is this really your first? Your cunt is taking me so damn well~” You can’t even imagine how much he shuddered at your words. If he was a younger version of himself, he would have came from your teasing remarks alone. Sigma didn’t want this to end, he wanted to keep getting filled like this until his mind turned mush. All he could say as a response was, “Plea-please..! Fu-fuck me, more..haah…<3”

[epigstolary]

Incubus

Tw: Non-consensual supernatural feeding and gaining

Shadows crawl around the corners of the room in the shifting light of the tv, making the fast food wrappers and empty microwave meal containers appear to dance and flicker on the living room floor. Yet you hardly notice as you relentlessly, rhythmically, joylessly chew your way through the last of several enormous burgers. Your chins and cheeks and tits wobble with every bite, and your belly, spilling out well beyond your knees, rises and falls slowly with every labored breath you take. Finally choking down the last bite of burger, you lean back, letting your ample fat settle back on top of you; and you hear the chair cracking and resettling with the shift in weight. Just as you think you’re finally done with your dinner, having packed away an enormous meal, you clearly hear his voice — though where it comes from, you can’t tell — and you know he has more planned.

“Wouldn’t you like to check and see what’s in the fridge?”

His voice throbs in your ears — closer than close, muffled and distorted, forceful enough to be heard clearly and never disobeyed, yet still with a lover’s soft tenderness. It’s been months since you first heard it, a quiet whisper at first, but one that grew steadily louder until you could no longer discount it as a figment of your imagination. The physical signs grew stronger along with it — at first, a light touch or a quick brush from thin air, but steadily increasing in force to a grasp or a pull, until finally it was a limb and a person you could see and touch. Except, not a person… and more than a person, you remember with a shudder. You remember, too, what you looked like when the voice started. Before you started eating like this. Before all this embarrassing, obscene weight. But the voice insists; it won’t be kept waiting, won’t be denied.

So no sooner do you hear it than you find yourself on your feet, all 700-plus pounds of you, wandering toward the refrigerator. Your body aches under the still-unfamiliar weight, joints screaming, muscles straining at their limit to move your tremendous bulk. You feel them working as the thick fat covering every inch of you now sways and wobbles with your steps — perpetually working its way out of your clothes, bulging out from under shirts and flowing over waistbands, gradually trying to undress you. You have to pull everything back into place, again, as you finally plant yourself in front of the refrigerator, breathing heavily and already beginning to sweat from just these short few steps.

It takes your eyes a moment to adjust from the darkness of the room to the gleaming light of the refrigerator, your engorged and bloated body casting an even larger shadow on the far wall in its harsh glare. As usual, the fridge is stuffed full except for a neat cubby where the beef patties you just finished used to be. Towers of pizzas, piles of wrapped sandwiches, cases of soda, heaps of burger patties and sliced cheese, and countless takeout orders fill the space, waiting for your appetite to turn them into more fuel for your constantly growing blubber. You don’t buy it yourself; you don’t even know where it comes from. But it’s always full now.

“Doesn’t it all look so good? Maybe a pizza would hit the spot…”

You feel a hitch in your side at the thought of eating anything else — your belly is already so full that your breaths are coming short and quick from the pressure. It’s so painfully stuffed that even with your hand pressing into your side, almost buried under your topmost love handle, you can hardly catch your breath. You can’t possibly eat more, you realize; there’s no room.

“No… no, I don’t need a pizza…” you say weakly, wary of the response you’ll get. “I’m already too full…”

A distant rumble pulses through the house, the lights of the tv and fridge dimming and flickering in tandem. The first sign that he’s here. You feel two strong, cold, impossibly muscular arms reach around from behind you, slowly wrapping you in an embrace despite your wide girth. One takes a loving but powerful grip of your blob of an upper arm, overwhelmed by fat and pathetically weak in comparison to his; the other sinks into the thick, flowing rolls at your side, lifting them to make room and squeezing them with evident enjoyment. At the same time, you feel a sensation that’s become all too familiar — a tingling feeling like a limb waking up, part numbness, part stimulation — that spreads throughout your body. This is how it feels, you know, when he begins to take hold. You can see, too, the familiar but no less unsettling shadowy tendrils spreading down your arm, spidering over the hanging curve of your belly and into the folds of your sweeping rolls.

The first few times, you tried to resist — tear yourself away from him, run from the fridge, do anything to try and stop more food from going down your throat. Nothing worked. He always found you and always found a way, usually a much less pleasant one than just submitting would have been. That’s usually what you do, now that you know better, but he still likes to see you wrapped in those shadows. Maybe just to be careful — maybe just because he likes to see you bound.

“You can’t be full. You’ve hardly eaten anything. And you’re so thin, like you’re wasting away. You have to have something…”

The hand releases its grip of your arm and slowly, fingers trailing over the blubbery bulges of your dimpled elbow and puffy forearm, cups the back of your hand, gently guiding it toward one of the takeout containers. The package is dense and heavy as you take it from its place, and as you open it, you see why: it’s filled with what must be at least five pounds of pulled pork, about half gobbets of fat mixed in with the shredded meat, all swimming in a pool of thick barbecue sauce. A fork slides gently into your other hand as the first brings the pile of food closer to your lips, close enough that you can smell the sweet, smoky sauce. The tendrils tighten around your blubber, your fat squeezing between them in plump bulges; and a buzzing thrill runs through your body.

Without even bothering to warm the food up, and now unmindful of the pressure in your stomach, you begin shoveling forkfuls of meat and sauce into your mouth. Nothing in you wants this food, but you feel something compelling, driving you to have more, using the aroma of the sweet, spiced sauce and the sensation of the unctuous meat sliding over your tongue to simulate a convincing-enough facsimile of an appetite for you to keep eating. You’re dimly aware of your fat bulging more and more insistently beneath the shadowy, veiny grip; of growing bulkier and heavier with each bite; and of the tendrils spreading under your belly and up your thighs, sending waves of the tingling numbness rumbling through your very core. A gasp bubbles through a mouthful of sauce. Your heart races even faster.

You feel your body go limp but stay upright, your sense of time and place abandoning you. All you’re aware of is the dimness filling your eyes, the ringing in your ears, the muscular embrace from behind you pressing ever more insistently against your yielding flab, and of course the food passing through the hasty chewing in your mouth. It feels constant, endless, but kaleidoscopic, the taste of the barbecue blurring into greasy cheesiness, into the creamy sweetness of chocolate, into buttery pillows of potato, into the sweet rush of bubbly soda, into syrupy fruit and crispy crust, and on, and on, and on…

“That’s more like it. That’s how you should be eating. You’re going to feel so much better after you finally start eating right…”

Amidst the meandering flow of flavors, you gradually become aware of a feeling of your surroundings closing in on you. The dimness feels that much more oppressive, the ringing that much more insistent, the heat that much more stifling as it seems to wrap you, envelop you, smother the breath out of you and sap you of what little energy you still have. You try to struggle up from the darkness, focus on something other than the flavors, catch your breath at last; and for the longest time, you feel muscular hands reaching out from the dark, trying to draw you back in, feeling and grabbing for you until you finally, somehow, dodge the last of them and break free.

When you come to, the dimness clearing and the ringing subsiding, you find yourself leaning against the frame of the open refrigerator, a labored wheezing rumbling in your chest. Rivulets of sweat trickle over your rolls… trickle, you notice, for a strangely long time. Only then do you realize that the refrigerator is totally empty, save for a few crumpled takeout containers that look as if they were savaged by a wild animal. Only then do you feel the changes: the unfathomable weight crushing the frame of your body, the heft of the inhumanly large belly now pressing against your shins, the rolls of gelatinous lard flowing over your ankles and wrists, the thick fat smothering you in all directions, and the sheer volume of blubber keeping you from bending hardly at all. You didn’t break free — not even close.

However long you were made to eat, you can tell you must have eaten yourself most of the way to a ton by now. Your body is unrecognizable — as you, as human, as anything other than a literal pile of lard. You are easily more fat than person by now. Everywhere you touch, you’re met with rolls of heavy, jiggling blubber. Every time you try to move, a wall of fat feels like it’s in the way, the slightest movement taking the effort of a full workout. The enormous bags of fat hanging off your body everywhere continuously crush the air out of you, leaving you lightheaded, gasping, hardly able to stand. Each step is agony under this much weight, the hundreds of excess pounds not only taxing your frame to its limit but making you fight their wobbling inertia with every movement. In this sad state, you’re barely able to waddle backward a few inches from the refrigerator, heart pounding, stomach dropping at the blurred sight, reflected in dim stainless steel, of what you’ve done and what you’ve become.

The strobing light of the tv reaches the kitchen, illuminating your stretched, shapeless, impossibly fat body in a series of still images, as racing lines of shadow trace new dark channels over the yielding flesh. You feel your vast weight being pulled back now, tight against a tower of firm muscle — now grasping you not so gently, not so tenderly. An angular face settles into the crease where your double chins melt into a roll of neck fat running around your shoulders, hot breath coming in snorts down your nape. You feel his searching fingers, exploring your vast new bulk, clearly relishing the sight and feeling of your lard-packed body. It’s clear to him, and to you, that you’ve been fattened so completely as to be utterly helpless. And with the realization, you hear that deep, distorted voice, rumbling into a growling chuckle.

“There, doesn’t this feel so much better? Now you’re perfect. Now you’re MINE.”

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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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[yanderes-galore]

And if you’re okay with it maybe platonic Stolas with a friend who works in the lust ring? (Basically he doesn’t want them to find love and he wants to be the only person they rely on)

Oh boy, Stolas finally gets another friend only to panic when he realizes they're constantly flirted with. I can do that, yeah! You are an imp/succubus/incubus.

Yandere! Platonic! Stolas with Lust Ring! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Paranoia, Mature themes (Lust ring, so mentions of matters pertaining that), Manipulation, Guilt-Tripping, Stalking, Forced companionship.

Stolas has been shown to be very isolated since he was young.

The only close contact he has/had is with Blitzø, even then that's complicated.

Stolas would be hesitant on another friend at first, but he really does need someone else to speak with.

Knowing how he is with Blitzø, I wouldn't be surprised if he somehow made friends with someone in the Lust Ring.

He probably met you when on an outing or shopping.

Either way, Stolas is surprised to meet you.

Despite your job, you're very welcoming around the prince.

He's surprised with how comforting your presence is, actually.

I feel things would only be more complex with him if you were an imp, or maybe you're a succubus/incubus.

You'd rank so much lower than him, just like Blitzø, trying to make a living by flirting and pleasing.

Stolas would be very flustered by your job, even as friends he never gets used to it.

He probably should... yet he can't help but feel concerned.

His obsession takes time to brew, occasionally meeting up with you whenever you both cross paths.

Although, hints of it do bubble within him at times.

I can just imagine he sees his dear friend at Ozzie's with Blitzø before everything goes horrible that night.

He's excitedly telling Blitzø that he made a new friend, noticing you working a shift before calling you over.

Stolas really does hold a ton of care and concern towards you.

He finds himself giddy to be around you.

There's times when others feel anxious around you at first due to Stolas.

Especially when Stolas starts making his darker nature known.

He's a lonely and isolated person, he may even rant to you about issues he's having relationship-wise.

He just likes it when you listen, often wanting to pull you off your shift to chat.

That soon isn't the only reason he pulls you off... later on he does it because he gets nervous about you moving on.

Ozzie would be irritated that Stolas keeps messing with you, a diligent employee under the Sin's jurisdiction.

You're here to flirt and make money...

Not be the prince's emotional support imp.

There would be multiple times Stolas expresses... concern about your job.

It's not just because he's lonely... but that's a big part of it.

Stolas no doubt sees how you interact with "clients".

He feels pain in his heart when he sees you so close with them.

You're friends, just friends, and that's completely fine for him since he loves Blitzø!

But he can't help but worry and feel jealous when he sees you flirt and touch clients.

He's concerned one of them will hurt you.

Everyone in Hell hurts each other, sure, but he doesn't want his only other friend dead.

He's gentle and nurturing to those he cares about.

He understands the Lust Ring is your... environment... but he's always so damn worried.

I can see him speaking with Ozzie in an attempt to have you watched, just to soothe his own worries.

Even then it doesn't feel like enough.

The prince's biggest fear is you leaving his side.

He has a similar fear with Blitzø, since he struggles keeping close relationships like what he shares with Blitzø and you.

When he sees you speak so freely and intimately with others in your ring, or even other rings if Stolas decided he wanted to take you on an outing to chat, he feels his insecurities bubble up.

He gets worried you'll find someone else.

He is already nervous about other friends... although the idea of you finding a lover?

He panics... not because he wants to be yours, but because you could leave him.

He fears you'll fall in love with someone and no longer need to be around Stolas.

You... You can't, right?

After all... no one else can provide for you like he can, right?

I can see Stolas trying to essentially bribe you into staying around him at times.

That or he manipulates you, using his current situation as a way to convince you (His divorce with Stella and his quarrels with Blitzø).

When he sees you close to someone, he pulls you away from them.

Stolas is said in his wiki to end up ignoring other's feelings at times, implying he's oblivious to the feelings of others at times.

In his eyes, if he's happy... you should be happy, right?

So he doesn't understand why you two end up arguing.

Eventually Stolas will try to bring his concerns up.

You shouldn't have to be so intimate with others... He can take care of you as friends do!

He's a prince, let him treat you well.

He just doesn't understand why you don't want him to pluck you from being in the Lust Ring.

Wouldn't you be so much happier with him?

Stolas wants his obsession to rely on him.

He likes the idea of helping you out with things.

However... His "help" often costs you business at times.

Stolas may perceive someone's touches as dangerous.

He never likes leaving you leaving his sight, often watching you even as you work.

When someone touches you, Stolas tries to restrain a growl in his throat.

Sometimes he even steps in.

I can see him speaking with Ozzie in an attempt to get you out of work.

Reluctantly the Sin will either allow you off work early, or tell the prince to leave his little friend alone for once.

Either way, Stolas does everything in his power to keep you by his side.

Even if he has to drag you away from Lust Ring, he promises to "keep you happy".

In fact, he's so focused on the idea of trying to make you happy to stay... it only hurts your bond.

He thinks he can fix how you think by giving gifts and praise.

However, it may just make you drift away.

Something Stolas isn't prepared to let happen.

I feel he'd be worse if this was after the break up with Blitzø.

Now he's relying on you more, the moment you try to pull away...

He just drags you back, pleading with you to stay by his side as friends should.

He knows it's probably best he lets you go so you have your freedoms... just like Blitz.

However, he still finds himself bargaining.

He refuses to deal with any of this alone.

You may tell him off, say he doesn't need to do anything for you...

Yet he still clings and protects you all the same.

Surely you'll realize he's just a... concerned friend, right?

You're too good for him to be in the Lust Ring...

Just let him be happy... so you can be happy.

[crimbabyops]

The Cumshot

Montai x F!Reader x Nixx Krios

The all awaiting fic i know yall have been waiting for. I do hope yall enjoy this and it gives you back shivers.

Warnings: NSFW this is an 18+ fic minors DNI p in v, face riding, anal play, Montai has two dicks, pussy eating, vagina play, funny ending, and that's it if i left anything out do let me know.

A/N: This is a little unedited so if theirs any typos anything like do let me know also i do have my request open so feel free to request anything

The sun just settles as you get off of work tired, exhausted, and drained. Maybe even a little frustrated. You remember your encounter with the two demons separately.

You remember how the incubus had you craving for his touch and his attention. He gave you everything no mortal man could. You remember all the marks, the bites, and even the orgasms. 

But with the succubus she made you wish for more and more. She showed you the stars and even what your brain looked like. You didn’t think that was possible until her. 

They both made you their little pet and you wanted more, not separately though. What you didn’t know though was those demons wanted the same. They wanted you again and again. 

Nightfall came and so did you hoping your rose toy can bring you the same pleasure the demons did only for it to fail. With a huff you threw it back into your drawer. 

You decide to sleep the horniness off hoping it works. As you sleep four glowing eyes stare down at you. “Our precious little pet, we smell your desire and your frustration so we answer.” they both chuckle. 

~~~

You wake up around 4 am. You try to rub your eyes only for your hands to be restrained. Your legs spread, your body turns into this perfect star. You feel nails running across your thighs. 

Cold air runs along your breast, your nipples perk up at it. You look around only to not see no one. As your eyes deceive you, you feel fingertips running across your body. 

They get closer to your chest only to stop directly on your nipples. You feel lips running across your collarbone leaving small kisses. They continue to tease, rub, and kiss all on your body. You start to get impatient blaming it on the throbbing you feel in between your legs. “P-please!” You beg not knowing who and why.

A British accent you all so remember.  “Awww could our little pet not handle the teasing.” Montai runs his nails over your thighs and blows air on your clit. You hear dark chuckles around you. The demons appear, Montai in between your legs and Nixx at your head.

“I thought we trained you better than that, pet. If you want it then you beg for it.” Nixx says pinching your nipples. You arch your back towards her wanting more. 

“Please, I need both of you so much.” Your voice is a little shaky from the teasing you received. You continue your pleas for desperation wanting more and more for them to touch you. 

“Well should we give our good little pet what they so desperately want?” Montai asks Nixx, you hope for her to say yes. You close your eyes waiting for her response. 

“Mmm let’s do it. I missed our little pet screaming for pleasure.” She says just as Monati dives in between your legs. He continues to slide tongue all over moaning at your taste and the way you continue to get wetter and wetter with every move of his tongue. 

Your eyes roll as his tongue hits your g-spot over and over just as you were so close to reaching your depths only to be denied entry into heaven. Montai smirks at your whine and smacks your pussy.  “Shhh don’t worry, pretty girl ~he chuckles~ You’ll get all your desperate little orgasms and more.”  Montai says as two manicured hot pink nails starts pulling at your nipples. You whine at the tension Nixx causes wishing for more of her touch. 

“Ah Ah if you want more, use those pretty words of yours.” Nixx says take your nipple in her mouth, biting and pulling it. She rubs her finger down your body and ends in between your legs. She starts rubbing at your hole probing two fingers at your entrance. “Oh you're such a tight little petal, listen to the sounds you're making down here.” she pulls her fingers out. 

She moans at the sight of her fingers and holds her fingers out in front of your mouth straddling your waist. You take her fingers in your mouth tasting yourself on her. Nixx smirks down at you, her eyes shining a dark pink color while Montai’s eyes was shining purple. They both smirked down at you seeing you squirm under their gaze. 

~~~ 

It’s now 4 in the morning, your screams awaken the neighbors they pound at your door only to be met with Montai butt ass naked swirling wine in a glass smirking down at them. “How can I help you, little mortals?” Montai says to them. Your neighbors look at him and immediately run back into their loft frustrated and concerned. 

He chuckles and goes back inside watching Nixx use your rose bud on your clit and a vibrating dildo on your hole making sure you feel every pleasure imaginable and just as you come close to reaching your high, she stops.  You groan at this wishing begging and praying for her to continue but all you get is your tears wiped and soft kisses on your body. 

Montai switches out with Nixx and passes her the glass of wine. She takes a sip from it while moving to sit on your face to where she's facing Montai. He takes the glass back before ramming into your holes making you scream and claw at the ropes. Your screams are muffled by the rose smelling succubus on your face. Montai draws you down from the heaven you're in with small circles on your clit. You're so sensitive from the teasing you clench around him. 

“Tug on the ropes, little petal if you think it's too much.” Nixx says as she straddles your face ready to use it. Montai is ready to use both your holes as his personal little fuck doll. He thrust inside you slowly and carefully. Montai gives you some time to adjust while Nixx rides your face like a cowgirl, she coats your face with her juices. Montai gives you experimental thrust once he feels you are ready he starts thrusting inside you. His thrust starts slowly letting you feel all of him both of your holes get used to his size. 

You start remembering that Montai is no regular size especially with the way he’s thrusting. Your holes give him the best sensation he has had in a millennium. Nixx uses your tongue to her advantage, she treats your mouth like it’s her throne. Something she doesn’t want to get up from for a while. Your muffled moans and screams are like her personal vibrator and your tongue her personal dildo. 

Both of the scents fill the room your senses are in overdrive. You try to calm down so you don’t look like a bitch in heat but they only make it worse. “Mmm~ You like being our personal little toys. Don’t you?  So ready to be filled and stuffed with our scents. To be marked as ours.” He says to you while continuing to ruin you for any other toy, human, or anything you can use. They are both so tempted to mark you and keep you as theirs. So tempted to always keep you spoiled rotten with pleasure and lust. So tempted to leave you high and dry on their scents as their personal little cum bucket.  

“Maybe we should keep them as our little toy.” 

~~~

“And that ladies and gentleman is how I met my wonderful Succubus girlfriend and incubus Boyfriend.” 

Your friends stare at you with pure fucking shock on their faces just as the door to your shared apartment opens to reval your wonderful boyfriend walking out to come collect you from the stressful situation called your job. “You ready to go home, my little toy. ” You take his hand and wave at your friends bye ready to end the day in either pure fucking lust or sitting on the couch watching trashy drama shows with your wonderful partners. 

Love,  Crim-The-Writer

[eldritch-spouse]

Just when you thought taking a day off from retail when you're sick would be paradise away from the retail hell boys when your door suddenly explodes and the retail hell boys enter your room when they heard you got sick. You can't win.

TW: Reader has a dark mindset, their suffering is not treated seriously.

It's kind of ridiculous that your only respite is sickness, isn't it?

Does it count as self-harm to deliberately let yourself get sick just so you can miss a day or two of work? Does... Does not caring about a twisted ankle that much because you know you won't have to work for a while count as mental illness? If only you could afford a psychologist right now.

What you do know, is that in spite of your physical pain, you haven't felt this at peace in a while. You can even ignore the fact that your pay is getting damaged from this, it's worth it. It's calm.

No weird coworkers, no pressure from a shitty boss, no creepy clients-

CRASH

There's no mistaking it. That was the front door of your rackety little apartment.

Fear has you flatten to the wall of your bedroom, ankle squealing with pain. Deep down, you've always dreaded this would happen since moving to Hell. That some nutjob would just break into your place and butcher you like a pig. Because they feel like it, because some demons are just like that, because humans are easy targets.

Humans are like gazelles to them. And amidst all those grazing bodies, a tired and beaten down one like you is the gazelle with the limp, the one that's getting picked first.

Fucking damn it, you should have bought the domestic defense bat that tall butch tried to sell you when you moved in. You wondered why she was pricing it so high until she revealed it was some kind of hellish beast, as opposed to a barbed wire bat.

As is, you can only grab the bedside lamp and hope, with every fiber of your being, that the thing you're up against has a skull soft enough to allow brain damage.

Hearing hushed voices, your plan is to turn the corner and possibly run outside before you have to hit anyone.

A plan easily thwarted when a meaty hand swipes the bedside lamp right out of your hands.

Alright. You didn't think that far ahead.

" YEAH, THAT'S IT SMALL FRY! " The meathead you've come to recognize as one of the creepy regulars beams. He smashes the bulb out of the lamp, and jams some kind of blade in the hollowed space, using fabric to tie it all together. Is that... Part of your curtains?

" Moz, you ruined the door, you oaf... Isn't that essential to keep the house safe? " The other one, the incubus, points out, feeling the dents left in your wall.

Said wrathful demon pauses to gouge the extent of the damage for several seconds, then waves. " Huh. I'LL DO YA ONE BETTER- WHO NEEDS DOORS?! By the time I'm done, no one will even think of trying to get in. "

Babesley turns around. " Well, she does- Oh! Oh there she is, our tasty workaholic. " The incubus gets a glimpse at your injured limb and gasps. " My sweet hardworking princess, what are you doing out of bed?! Come on, let's go lie down, I'll give you a wonderful massage and you can tell me all about the awful people you work with! "

The awful people being them both, mostly. On a good day.

Babesley has started pulling you along gently, and frankly, you know there's nothing you can do to get them out of your home now, so you might as well just bide your time and see what comes next.

He openly evaluates the state of your room before cautiously helping you lay down, starting to work on your back muscles with surprising competence. You didn't know he was a masseur! Out of spite, you don't allow the shock to show on your face, keeping noises to a minimum.

" Come now, it's no fun if I don't get to hear it. " He huffs. " You're being difficult when we're just trying to keep you safe! Tsk tsk, brats these days. "

" Get- Hnnh- " Oh he popped something ancient in there. The smug brow raise is his display of victory. " Get out of my home. "

" Mhm, not happening. I was thinking of getting a pizza from that cozy nook downtown. "

Pizza does sound good.

You ponder on it to the sounds of Moz breaking your house apart in a nightmare DIY session.

" ... I want the pepperoni one. " It was a moment of weakness. And most importantly, free food.

" Say please. " He sing-songs, clawtips flirting with the fat of your rump through your pajama shorts.

" Cunt. "

" Yes, I bet yours is heavenly. "

Before things can get any more awkward, the other demon bulldozes in with a cup, slapping your ass with a force so great it has you barking every curse under the sun.

" Spit on this, jizzbrains. " He angles the glass at Babes, who easily 'ptoo's in.

You think that one slap just undid all of the incubus' work on your accumulated tension. " What are you even doing? Ruining my house for the fuck of it?! "

" HAH. " Moz grunts. " I'm making it IMPENETRABLE. This here is for a booby trap. IMAGINE DYING WITH A BONER. "

You and Babesley look at him blankly.

" They walk in, right?! They STEP on the plate, they ACTIVATE THE TRAP, THEN BOOM- GET A SPRAY OF THIS NASTY SHIT AND THEN THE FUCKIN' LAMP COMES SWINGING DOWN JAMMING RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES! Either that or the throat... Actually, I need a plan B for a shortstack. "

You decide you'll mourn your furniture later.

" What about the pizza guy? "

" WHAT PIZZA GUY?! "

Babesley waves Moz away, continuing his earlier work above you. " Think about it this way, if it works, we won't have to pay for it. "

You want to go back to work.

[bandgie]

Predator & Prey

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a/n: chapter 3!

warnings!: smut, over stimulation

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They're a nice family. The husband, whose name is Sammuel, works as a lumberjack. He's a quiet man, but you can tell he's more than helpful around the house as he helps his wife cook dinner. The boys continue roughhousing despite their mom's warnings. All that's left is meeting Abigail, you can tell the mom is anxious for you to meet her.

You softly knock on her door, waiting until you hear a soft yes? from the inside. The room was covered in books. Shelves overfilling with scriptures and littered all over the floor. She picks her head up from the book in her hands, eyes meeting yours.

"Oh," is the first thing she says, "You must be helping my mom with the bar downstairs." "Yes, and you must be Abigail?" You ask.

She stands and walks over to you, closing the door behind you, "That is right."

Abigail sees the way your eyes look over the books. Some in English, some in words you've never seen before. Some look like they're old, as if they've never seen the light of day. You can feel her eyes peering at you, so you snap your eyes to her.

"Watcha reading there?" You point to the opened book on her bed.

An unsettling smile finds her lips, "Come, I'll show you."

You carefully walk to her bed, trying not to step on any of the books before you sit on her bed. She lifts the book and shows you the title "Can you read this?"

You shake your head, it's in a language you're unfamiliar with. "No. What does it say?"

She laughs, almost maniacally, "How to summon demons. Do you believe in such things?"

You look into her eyes, trying not to show how freaked out you were. "Not really," you confess. "I don't think spirits or ghost are a thing. People's imagination are just too creative."

You expect her to be upset at your response, but she seems excited. "Most people would say the same thing, but I know they exist. I've seen them."

Your eyebrows quirk up, you shouldn't be encouraging this conversation, but it would be a lie to say you weren't interested. "Have you?" She nods eagerly, "Yes! Listen closely. I was in this very room, reading when I saw a winged beast. It has feathers dark as night, feet like an ox's, claws like talons. It did not see me, but I watched as it stole one of the neighbors daughter in her deep slumber. They have yet to find her body, but I believe I know what happened to it."

A shiver goes up your spine, you did not think it would involve a kidnapping and possible murder. Feet like an ox? That's not Nyryx, though it's proof that there is more of his species.

"Incubi usually sleep with women while they slumber. However," she reaches for one the books on the ground, opening it and flipping to a page. She aggressively places the book on the ground, this one in English. It shows depiction of what an incubi is with written description.

"There are times when an incubus favors a female human. They'll steal her in the night and keep her until she dies of old age. That, or until they get tired of her."

Despite such a horrid tale, Abigail squirms in excitement. You eye the drawn depiction, trying to make sense of it. The pale skin, the black wings, the animal-like legs. It matches Nyryx perfectly. Why would be drink animal blood then? It clear that he needs something else, why is he allowing himself to eat the bare minimum?

"All they eat is a woman's cum?" you question. Abigail erupts in laughter, clutching her stomach. "You are so crude! I think we will get along." She wipes her tears and scans the writing, "Human life force is a main meal for them. They can survive on any life force, but straight from a human is the best source. Blood is a vital need for them to survive. It is like how water is to us. The essence of a woman, however, gives quenches their thirst for blood and gives them the power to use their energy."

The puzzle pieces started to fall in place. It should have been obvious from when you were being chased from the townspeople days earlier and what they called him. How upset Nyryx got when you called him an incubus. Still, wrapping your head around the fact that he's a demon is difficult. A different species that can do magic? Sure. But a demon? A creature from actual hell?

"So they're from hell? Demonic beings?" You voice shakes. Abigail looks back at the book, flipping through a few pages. "Not straight from the underworld, no. A woman is cursed to bare the child of Satan. The child born is a succubus or incubus, half human and half demon." She continues reading, fingers moving across the page. "It's possible that an incubus can be a full demon though. They go though a transformation from feasting on the blood of 666 children and stealing the essence of their own mother," Abigail actually grimaces for the first time, "Or some are straight from hell itself, created by Satan. These are a rarity though, I don't think we should worry about such things."

You breathe a little easier, Nyryx was born this way. He can't help who his father is, but the uneasiness in your stomach doesn't settle.

Abigail taps your shoulder and you look up at her in response. "Can I confess something?" She asks. You hesitantly nod, worried about what she's going to say.

"I have dreamed of being paid a visit by an incubus in my sleep. I cannot deny the excitement that courses through me at the possibility of it. It's why I learn to summon them. Have a demon please me at my will, take me as I desire." She pauses and looks at you, examining your expression. You do little to hide the confusion on your face, uneasiness settling on your features.

She laughs awkwardly, "I am aware of my revolting fantasies. Yet, I cannot help myself from imagining. Even if it's once, I would give anything for the experience. Even my soul." She waits for you response, and although you're a little repulsed by her kink, an idea pops in your head.

"Are you sure this is what you want? You want a demon to ravage you like you're a piece of meat?" You ask, making sure of her choice. She looks at you giddily, as is you understand her wants. "Yes. I am no maiden, if I'm being truthful, and I would love to believe an incubus can use me to its will. Am I a whore for admitting such things?"

You're all for body positivity and safe hook-up culture. But fucking a demon? You have to draw a line somewhere. "I don't think you're any less valuable as a person because you sleep around," you tell her. "People have fantasies, that's normal. But uh, honestly this is the first time I've heard this. I would just tell you to be careful what you wish for. And don't conjure things up, you never know what's on the other side."

She nods at your response, taking in your advice. "I suppose you are right. Demons are tricky creatures, they could do something I am opposed to." She shakes her head hands grasping at yours. She looks back you with curiosity in her eyes, "Tell me! Do you have any perverted fantasies?"

You softly laugh at her curiosity. It's been a while since you've talked to your friends back at home and the stories of your hook ups. You hum, pondering on what you've always wanted most.

"I guess I've always wanted to try a role-play. Me the inmate and other person the cop. But I can always settle for them eating me out," you share your confession. Before Abigail has time to question what you mean by 'role playing' and 'eating out,' there's a knock at the door.

"Girls? Supper is prepared," Meredith pokes her head in. Her daughter gives her a nod and stands off the bed, "We will be there soon." Abigail looks at you expectingly.

"Yeah I'd love to eat. I just gotta stop by somewhere real quick. I'll be back," you tell the both of them. Meredith smiles and nods, "No worries dear! I'll keep the food warm for you."

You give her a thanks and make your way out of Abigail's room, leaving the upper housed home and going though the loud bar. You shiver at the burst of cold air, you were so used to the warmth already. You grab your coat to secure it around your shoulder better before making your way to the woods, the sun starting to set behind the trees.

Once you think you're deep enough in, you lift your head up to look for Nyryx. It's a little hard to see with the incoming darkness and cluster of trees, but you can make out the outline of his wings and the swishing of his tail.

"Nyryx!" you call. "I have some news!"

He comes down from the trees, standing at his full height in front of you. You drink in his sight, Abigail's previous words getting to you. What would it be like? He's so much bigger than you or any man you've been with, would it hurt?

He folds his arms across his chest, talons hanging out, "Prey, I do not have the patience for your lack of words. What do you have to share?"

You snap back to reality, finding the words you need to say. "You need life force right? Well, I think it would've been better if you specified what type of life force you needed. I met this chick who had these books and the talked about in-...your species, I mean. And I learned a lot about what you are are-"

He's in front of you in a split second, hand grasping your face so your cheeks are squished together.

"What I am?" He spits. "You know nothing of me, or what I need. You hear stories from a human about my species and you think you know what it is I need? Pry, tell me that, what is it that I am?"

You stiffen in his grasp, your fingers curling around his wrists. His hold loosens on you, but he does not let go of yourself. You stare into his black eyes, anger and hurt seem to be there.

"Do you fear me?" He suddenly asks voice quiet. He locks his eyes onto you, looking for any indication of what you might say or think.

"I..." you trail off. "I'm not scared of you." He growls, unhappy with you response. "I mean, you're scaring me now, if that's what you mean. But it's not cuz you're a..."

"An incubus," he finishes, voice tight and irritated.

"Yes," you breathe, "not because you're that. I just happened to come across someone very knowledgeable in that stuff. I want to help you, Nyryx, I really do. But..." your eyes water. You hate to admit it, but you're starting to grow fond of the half-demon in front of you. It's clear he is not happy with what he is. You wish he knew that he is more than a half demon.

"Prey," his nickname calls you. "Why do you weep? Am I that horrifying?"

You shake your head, sniffing and laughing softly. "No. I just...I just want to help you. You're not eating right and I don't understand why. I don't like it when you're upset, and I said I have good news."

You tears fall softly, and you let him lick them off. His big tongue taking them away, the warmth of it makes your legs press together. He pulls away for a second before leaning in close again, this time his lips touching your eyes and cheeks. His other snake-like tongue pokes out, ghosting your lips. You gasp at the feeling, this was more than eating your tears. He was tasing you.

When he pulls away, his hands gently travel down, gripping your throat. "Don't keep this good news to yourself. Indulge me."

You blink a few times, getting a grip of your common sense. "I think I know someone who would let you do you thing at night. You could eat properly, get energy faster." He smiles widely at you, it's almost unsettling to see his sharp canines.

His talons play with your hair, "Do you?"

You nod, but for some reason they way he's looking at you is predatory. "Her name is Abigail." His smile falls. He releases you from his hold and scrunches his nose as though he smelled something foul. "I am not interested in taking advantage of women while they sleep."

"No!" you protest, "Let me explain!"

You tell Nyryx about Abigail's fascination with demons, her fantasies. He is stubborn at first, unwilling to listen further more. Yet, you persist. It's an easy cash grab. And you'll be there for more than one night. It's a perfect opportunity to store up his energy and stay satisfied until the full moon. You show him the bar, pointing to which window is her's.

"It's not even bad," you tell Nyryx, who is still hesitant on the idea. "She'll be into it. If not, you can just leave and we'll come up with a plan b, okay?"

When he finally agrees you show him how to high five. You're happy that you're taking another step closer to getting home, but a weird pit in your chest aches as you picture what is going to happen tonight.

-

You lay in the guest room, stretching your limbs out on the bed. A satisfied groan leaves you. You ate a big dinner and have a bed to sleep on? God has shown mercy on you.

Your room is small, but you're grateful. You have a single window that gives you a perfect view of the moon. You've always loved scenery, it's why you were standing at the beach in the first place. Your memories are cut short when you see a familiar flying beast go by. You sit up, ears straining to hear any sound of Nyryx or Abigail.

Her room is right next to yours, it shouldn't be hard to hear anything. It's not, you could hear the gentle steps of Nyryx's feet, the creaking steps adjusting to his weight. You should lay back down, mind your business, but you're so curious. And a little turned on.

You could hear the soft creaking of Abigail's bed, you nearly squeal in anticipation. Both of your windows are open, so you could hear pretty good even if the walls were soundproof.

You feel you stomach grow hot, your pussy getting wet. Man, you're such a pervert. But it doesn't stop you from hearing Nyryx shift on the bed. You put your back against the headboard and open your legs. It's different for the demon. He's literally designed to fuck women in the most controversial way possible. You though? You're doing this on your own free will. That makes it just a little worse.

You wonder what he's doing now. Is he going to wake her up? Is he going to fuck her with her clothes on? Will be just put it in? Or take his time?

You hand dips through your underwear, touching your warm folds. You keep quiet, softly rubbing your lower lips and spreading your wetness. You could hear Abigail toss and turn in her bed, humming softly. You imagine his touching her how you're touching yourself. He's getting her wet, prepared for what he's going to do.

You push a finger into yourself, biting your lower lip to keep yourself quiet. You slowly finger fuck yourself, staring outside the window. You haven't been with anyone recently, and this whole fiasco with being in another world had you stressed. It feels nice to allow yourself pleasure, relaxing into your own body.

You don't hear any moaning though, you suppose Nyryx does prefer to take his time. Or maybe he's stroking himself. You close your eyes and imagine it. You assume his dick would be the same color as his pale skin, but what about his tip? Maybe a bright red like a cherry on top. Or maybe a dark grey. The thought excites you.

You wonder how thick it could be. Hopefully you could wrap your hand around it, pleasuring him. You stick a second finger inside, a quiet whimper falls. past your lips. You imagine how it must feel to have Nyryx inside you, how warm it would be. You lift your shirt up to have your fingers play with your nipples. They harden immediately from the cold air.

You thrust your fingers in and out, thumb gently touching your clit. You hum, trying your best to keep your voice down. You hear the bed from Abigail's room move a little rough, he must be fucking her by now. But god, do you wish it was you. You wished you could feel how hard he is, how rough he would be with you and lick your tears away.

You thrusting harder, the squelching on your pussy getting slightly louder. You let your moans slip, making sure they're barely audible. You need more though, you want to feel it deep in your gut. You fingers are soaked in your juices and your knuckle deep, but you want more. Need more.

A gust of strong wind makes you shoot your eyes open, and you're staring into Nyryx's pitch black eyes. Your bed dips from his weight, and you jump at his presence. You were about to ask what he's doing before you become painfully aware of how deep your fingers are in you, how your chest is completely exposed.

You yank your fingers out of your pussy, a string of wetness connecting to your fingers. Your face burns with embarrassment, you were caught in literally the worst way possible. He remains quiet, face impossibly close to yours.

He reaches down one of his hands and grabs your hand that was inside of you. He places your fingers in his mouth, groaning at the taste. "What are you..." you start, feeling the warmth of his mouth.

Nyryx takes your fingers out of his mouth, "I should be asking you that no? I arrive to do my thing and all I can hear is how delightful you sound, how delectable you smell. You tempt me with your taste, prey."

"I was going to pay it no mind," he informs you, slowly going down against your neck to your chest. "I found it unbelievable at the thought of your desire aimed at me. Yet, I could hear your pathetic fantasies loud in my mind. Your craving for a demon like me."

He takes a nipple in his mouth, tongue sliding messily across your breast. You grip the back of his head softly, pushing him closer to your body. Your other hand covers your mouth, suppressing your moans. When you peer down at him, you notice two horns onto his head. Those are new.

"Did that book tell you about my abilities? How I can feel the pooling desire from the women I take?" He asks. You shake your head in response, not trusting your voice. He smile with your bud in his mouth. "During the time of arousal, I can sense the human female's wants, so I may get the most of life force she can spare me. The other woman was responsive yes." He pauses, lifting his head up to meet your eyes. He kisses your nose, your cheek, then gives a peck of your lips. You hiss in a breath, feeling the wetness between your legs unbearable.

His teeth nip at your earlobe before he gently whispers in your ear, "You though, you overpowered any feeling she was producing. Your need for me was impossible to push away." His lips travelled down you neck, your chest, you stomach, finally to wear you were aching. Your breath hitched in your throat as you opened your legs wider.

"I'm sorry," was all you could manage. You disturbed his mission, but he seems quite happy about it to be honest. "I'm a pervert I know. I just couldn't help myself."

He laughs at your apology and excuse, sliding your underwear down your leg to hang off one of your ankles. "Do not give me your apologies, prey. Give me your desires."

He plants a kiss on your clit, one hand reaches up playing with your nipple while the other steadies himself at you waist. Maybe you'll both regret this in the morning, but with how much your pussy is pulsating you don't care for the consequences.

Nyryx relishes in your taste, as if he hasn't eaten a good meal in ages. Which is mostly likely true. He licks to collect your juices, holding the flavor on his tongue as he groans, "Fuck the heavens above, you are my salvation."

He pushes his face further into you, not caring about how your hands found purchase in his hair. You moaned as Nyryx sucked on your clit, teeth gently grazing your folds. He experimentally let his lips graze your pussy, placing kissing on your wetness.

It was comforting, feeling the man-beast care for every part of your skin. Nyryx was more than ecstatic to please you, it was obvious by the swishing of hit tail and the twitch in his wings. Your curious eyes caught onto his horns. Not huge, but they were definitely not there before. Maybe they come out when he's like this, you think.

You hummed in approval as his tongue went up and down your cunt, wet noises echoed in the room. Your moved one of your hands from his hair to touch his horn, gently sliding your fingertips against it. He halted for a moment, black eyes flicking up to your aroused ones.

"Do they fascinate you?" He asks in a low tone. He doesn't bother to stop his mouth from eating you, but he keeps his orbs on yours waiting for an answer.

"Yes," you breathe, resisting your moans to speak properly. "I want to touch them."

He laughs at your response making your body vibrate. "You have my permission, prey," he smiles. "I suggest you don't touch harshly, they are quite sensitive."

You grasp one of his horns in your grip, gasping at how slick it is. Almost as though it was dipped in oils to leave it smooth. You stroke it gently, amused by the lewd sounds it makes. Nyryx softly moans at your touch, his tongue getting more brave to dip into your entrance.

When you pulled your hands away from his horn, a string of wetness hung from your fingers. You brought your hand to your lips and licked, curious as to what it tasted like, You could feel Nyryx's eyes on your movements, his smile on your pussy as you gulped. It tasted sickly sweet, slightly salty, but the most noticeable part was the burn.

Not like spice, but like fire. It traveled from your throat to the depths of your stomach. You made a strange sound as it burned, mouth hanging opening as you craved more of the substance. Before you had the chance to shove your fingers in your mouth, you felt unbelievably hot. You felt how much you gushed out onto Nyryx's tongue and how lonely your throat felt. The sudden crave to have his cock deep in your mouth was almost unbearable.

Nyryx laughed almost manically at your behavior. He happily gulped your excess of essence and gave you one more lick before leaning forward to your face. His eyes searched your expression, noting the blush in your cheeks and the swell of your lips. He smiled.

"Is it here?" Nyryx's voice was teasing. His clawed hand gripped your throat softly, running it up and down you neck. "Are you burning here?"

You nodded immediately, a pathetic whimper left your lips. "Please," you begged, "Kiss me."

One of his eyebrows quirked up, he hadn't expected you to say that. He quickly put his playful smirk on and leaned in close, "Only because you asked so pleasantly."

His lips met yours, they were hot and drowned in the taste of your pussy which you more than happy to taste with him. He smiled when you slipped your tongue inside his mouth. Nyryx's hands slipped to your waist and pulled you close, opening with mouth wider. You felt the smoothness of his tongue, your pussy throbbed at how much it missed his soft muscle.

Nyryx suddenly shoved his tongue deep into your throat, not caring about the drool that pooled out of your mouth and his. You moaned, greedily sucking on his tongue and your hands gripped the back of his head.

Deeper, you wanted him deeper inside you. The burn and itch was not satisfied, you needed more.

You pulled away from him despite your body yearning for his lips. His eyes opened to yours curiously, head cocked to the side. Your hands traveled down his back, feeling his smooth grey skin and black wings. He shivered at your touch, eyes closing for a brief second.

Your hands went around to feel his chest, giving a playful pinch at his nipple. His eyes hot back open and he look surprised at your gesture, but wasn't displeased. Yours hands kept going down until you met the waistband of his trousers. You slipped your hand under, but Nyryx was quick to grab your wrist.

"I understand my aphrodisiacs got you excited, but refrain from taking charge. I do not like to be challenged," though his smile was flirtatious, he tone was dead set. You nodded, ignoring the aphrodisiacs he said you ingested.

He moved back so he had room to yank you down fully on the bed by your hips. You laid flat, excitement pooling in your stomach as his eyes took in your form hungrily. You would've squirmed by someone staring at you so intensely, but all you could think about was how much he was going to stretch you out.

Nyryx lifted your shirt above your head, discarding it quickly until you were completely nude underneath him. He followed suit, throwing his trousers off to spring his hard cock free. Your eyes travelled down and your jaw dropped. You legs closed instinctively, that won't fit.

You took in his dark cock, matching his grey tone. His tip was slightly darker, a contrast to the white pre-cum that was seeping out. If it wasn't his color that surprised you, it had to be his girth. The thickness made you salivate, you've never seen a dick so heavy.

You swallowed thickly, eyes peering back to his. Nyryx seemed pleased, taking delight in your surprise. "Do not be fearful," he says calmly, as if he's gone through this before. "I may be half demon, but I am not so cruel to not give you pleasure on my cock."

You let out a breath and bit your lower lip. It's been a while, can you really fit him? Still, you reopened your legs, holding them by the under thighs. He smiled, flashing his sharp teeth, "Good girl."

He grabbed his cock and slid it against your cunt, smearing both of your arousal all over. You whimpered, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt his warmth spread. You could feel the veins of his cock, the tip he ever so carefully ran on your pussy. You could feel his grip tighten on your waist as he hissed a breath in.

He humped you for a while, loving how you writhed and begged for him to shove his dick inside. His tail wrapped around your ankle, pulling your leg a little more open. You felt him adjust on his knees, poking his tip inside of you. Your body clenched immediately to slip him in, but to no avail. Nyryx only laughed at you pathetic attempts.

"Please," you cried, still keeping your voice into a needy whisper. "Nyryx I need it, it hurts." "Aww," he coos, leaning down to cup your face. "Is my little human going mad?"

You felt your heart clench, my little human. It was most likely bedroom talk, but it didn't stop the deepening blush in your cheeks. Rather than answering, you cried. Tears falling down your face like you had been cursed at. Nyryx leaned down and licked your tears, humming at your saltiness.

"Forgive me, prey. I have a bad habit of playing with my food," Nyryx apologizes. He places a tender kiss to your lips before sitting back up, this time with determination.

He grabbed the base of his cock and lined it up with you as he used his other hand to steady at your waist. You lifted your hips up at his movements, trying to find a position that would have it slip in the easiest.

Nyryx pushed forward, his tip going in easily. Your mouth fell open when he went deeper, pussy clenching around his thickness. You whimpered, but the pain was still pleasurable. The half-demon was careful though, grabbing a pillow from behind you to place under your hips.

He reached up to stroke his horn for a moment and used the same hand to stroke his cock, most likely to lube his dick up so it could continue sliding in with ease. It worked, finally settling deep into your cunt like it was always meant to be there.

You loudly cried out, forgetting where you were for a moment. It hurt so good, you spread legs more so he could shuffle closer to your body. He softly thrusted once, your while body moving with him. You moaned, the burn deep inside your belly was finally being snuffed out.

You reached up to bring him down to your lips, kissing him carelessly. He moaned into your mouth, moving his hips deeply inside you. You cried pleasurably into his mouth, loving how he stretched you. You studied his face to see he was screwing his eyes shut. It was like he was focusing.

Nyryx was focusing, it took so much control to not abuse your pussy. You were so warm, tight, so inviting to him that he this was more than just a meal. Sure, he's been hungry for this moment in general, but you made him want to indulge in his own dark desires. Taking you rough, yanking your hair as he took you behind. This though, he was content was seeing your face twist in pleasure. Maybe next time he'll take you how he wants to.

A particular thrust made you moan loudly, bringing him back to this moment. You grabbed him shoulders as Nyryx thrusted a little more roughly into you. His wing flared out slightly, as though he was suddenly possessive of your body. He sat back up, a bruising grip on your hips as he drove into you.

Don't scream, don't scream. you told yourself. But the way Nyryx was kissing the deepest parts of you proved that it was difficult. He had to silence you by clamping a hand over your mouth. Not that you minded, you enjoyed his manhandling.

The burning thrust of his cock had heat building in your lower stomach. You clenched around him to add more pressure, letting him know you were getting close.

Nyryx groaned at the feel of your tight cunt. "Give it to me, prey. I'm starving."

You were worried about how loud you two were being. The bed was repeatedly hitting the wall, your muffled wails were beginning to get loud, but the loudest was the skin-to-skin clapping. The indecent sounds that it made.

"Oh fuck Nyryx, please don't stop, please," you begged, muffled. The boiling in your stomach was going to spill out, you just need a little...

His hand left your mouth rub on your clit, spreading your juices all over your lower lips. You moaned. The rubbing was almost painful, but it was so desperately needed in order for you to cum.

You covered your own mouth as you came, muting the sounds of elation into your palms. You groaned with every thrust Nyryx pushed into you, fucking you through your orgasm. You could feel your juices drip down and you're sure there was a white ring around his cock. Rather than letting you up, Nyryx pushed unbelievably deeper, tip crushing your cervix as his hand kept playing with your pussy.

"No!" you cried, words slurring. "It's too much!"

Nyryx gave you a wicked grin, his horns leaking with what you think was arousal. "You're going to take it," he commanded. You were sobbing at this point. You were begging to be fucked, but now you were begging for the exact opposite. Though, a strange part of you loved being painfully overstimulated.

He stilled in your hips, moaning like a wounded animal as he came. You felt is gush into you, his warmth spreading inside your stomach. You moaned at his release, finally spared from his tortuous fingers on your clit.

He pulled out quickly, face going down to face your pussy before he stuck his tongue out. You pushed his head away, but his hands were faster. He intertwined your fingers with his own as he ate you out again, collecting your release and his own.

"Nyryx puh-leaseeee," you wailed. You legs were forced open by his tail, holding one of your thighs apart. He ignored your pleas, he actually laughed into your pussy. "You beg so prettily," he pulls away for a moment. "I almost want to listen."

You think he was going to spare you pity, but instead he laps on your abused, puffy clit once more. You became a babbling mess as Nyryx shoved his tongue deep inside you, making sure to get every drop you released. Your body weakly struggles against him, your sensitive clit twitching.

When he finally pulls away, he notices how wet your face had become. He feels a pain in his chest, perhaps he went a little too far this time. He released your hands from his hold and his tail relinquishes your thigh. Your legs immediately close and you wince at the sensitivity of your pussy.

Nyryx moves so he rests besides you, pulling you into his sweaty chest. He kisses the top of your head as you scoot closer to him, eyes feeling droopy. His fingers gently caress your arm, the other underneath you. Even his tail wrap comfortably around the lower part of your leg.

"Apologies, prey," his voice sounds distance, you know you're falling to sleep. "I was famished."

a/n: okay so it's gonna be longer than 4 chapters oops lmao.

[soobinskii]

midas touch - c.yeonjun

warnings : incubus!yeonjun | smut, club setting, cunnilingus, slight degradation / name calling (slut), not dubcon, not proofread. (bsf!beomgyu)

you and your closest friend beomgyu decided to go out to the club. he dragged you out, deciding for you that you had to be there. you hadn't been out to a club since you started working as a barista, coming home from long shifts absolutely drained. beomgyu came over to your house on an off day, begging you to go out all day. you knew him better than anybody else and he was such a busybody, so you knew he would drag you out even if you declined.

"(y/n)nie, please please pleeeease! we have to go out, i'm dying from being inside all day. let's at least go to the town or something! i can't handle it anymore." he begged and blabbed on, while rolling around on the floor. "i can even pick out an outfit for you!"

you sighed and decided to finally give in, getting quite sick of his whining. "fine. but, it has to be actually fun, like an arcade or something.." pursing your lips, and getting up to go get in the shower and at least make yourself presentable to the earth.

he squealed and jumped off of the ground, clapping while celebrating his small victory. "yes! thank you, you will not regret this!" you rolled your eyes, shaking your head at beomgyu's antics. he was always so loud, but you appreciated it. he makes you feel better whenever you're down.

as you were in the bathroom, you heard his loud footsteps prancing around in your bedroom. you just hoped and prayed he wasn't making a mess.

after you got out, and did all the essentials, you came out of the steamy bathroom and creeped into your bedroom. you were ready to assess the damage done, surprised to find that it was actually in order. there was a short dark red bodycon dress that you didn't even know you had, a matching set, heels & some perfume picked out. you stared at the outfit in shock, genuinely not remembering where or when you had gotten any of it.

"ta-daa!" beomgyu beamed, his face basically glowing with pride in his choices. you stared at him for a second and his face dropped, turning into confusion. "what.. do you not like it? you bought it.." he pouted.

"no, no it's not that," you giggled lightly, waving your free hand at him. "where did you find this stuff?" you fixed the towel around your chest, tightening it a bit so it wouldn't slip.

"uh.. in your closet..? duh." he tilted his head, walked around you and shoved you lightly towards the clothing items. "get dressed, i'll be in the other room getting changed aswell." he skipped out of the room as he left you with more questions.. (where did he even get clothes for him to wear??)

you hesitantly changed into the small open-backed dress, slipping the (suprisingly comfortable) heels on and finishing off with a few sprays of perfume. as you were fixing your hair and putting on some light makeup, beomgyu barged in. "are you almost ready?" he jumped around and smiled, in some tight leather pants and a low collared, tight longsleeve shirt. his hair was perfectly done and he looked good.

you grew more and more confused at whatever he was doing but, still went with it. "yeah, give me a second to do my eyeliner, clean up, and then we can go." you stated, focused and trying to finish as soon as possible.

as the two of you reached your destination, the sun was nearly set, creating dark pink and orange hues in the sky. you entered the club, quite nervous and nearly running home. beomgyu had decided to venture off to the dance floor, while you resided to the bar.

you were two shots in with a random strawberry drink as a stranger sat next to you, catching your attention. "one shot of vodka please." he said to the bartender.

you know it's rude to stare but you couldn't help yourself! his pink hair lining his forehead perfectly, a small gold chain hanging around his neck, and his lips. his lips were so perfect, pink and plump. just as pink as his hair; from what you could see in the dim lighting.

as you were admiring the man, you didn't realize that he had caught you staring. as he giggled it snapped you out of your trance instantly. you shook your head and desperately tried to play it off to the best of your abilities; deciding to take a sip of your drink.

"d'ya see something you like? 'cause i sure do." he purrs out, raising his eyebrow and looking you up and down. you could've sworn you saw his eyes turn pink?

your eyes widened slightly as you looked at him. he's flirting with you? you knew you were above average, based on the compliments from beomgyu. however to see this inhumanly gorgeous man flirting with you, it must've been a dream.

"the name's yeonjun, how 'bout you? mm.. should i just call you mine?" he smirked, flustering you deeper with every word. you blinked yourself out of your thoughts and mustered up a reply, "oh, my name's (y/n).." you nervously chuckled and stuck out your hand.

before you even had time to cringe at your awkwardness in front of him, he had taken your hand and kissed the back of it. did his eyes turn pink again? distracting you from that, was the feeling of his lips on your hand. it sent shocks through your whole body, and warmed it up more.

he slyly smiled at you, and stood up, leaning towards you. with his lips near your ear, he whispered, "care to come to the back with me?"

you nodded, at a loss for words. you allowed him to guide you to a room in the back of the club. as you were on your way, you saw the owner of the club (which you knew quite well, through beomgyu of course), kai. he shot yeonjun a look and threw his hands in the air, while shrugging. as if he was saying 'really?' yeonjun just shot him a wink and a bright, toothy grin.

as you entered the room, he asked you "are you really sure you'd like to fuck? you can say no right now, and you are allowed to leave." he said with genuine eyes and a serious look on his face.

"yes, yeonjun. i'm okay with it, i don't mind." you smiled and lightly pulled him towards you by his chain. as you were making out with him, you could feel your body heating up, and you felt the tiny shocks coursing through your veins. you chalked it up to the alcohol and continued, wrapping your arms around his neck.

as he pulled away, and you opened your eyes. you saw his shining a bright pink, with golden rings.

as you were admiring his eyes, he sucked in a breath and hung his head down while trying to hide his glimmering eyes. "shit, shit sorry pretty.."

you shook your head and grabbed his face, "no, no. they're lovely, jjun." he looked at you, and something in his mind seemed to snap; as if he had gone feral. he pressed you against the wall and kissed your neck and collarbones.

he slid down the tiny shoulder straps of your dress, to reveal more. he pushed the top down to start sucking on your breasts, leaving hickies and bite marks there.

he moved down further and pushed the bottom of your dress up, moving your panties to the side and kissing your thighs. "you wore a matching set, hm? what a slut." he purred out while nipping your upper thigh. he brought his hand up to your pussy and rubbed down your slit before kissing it.

then he proceeded to dive his tongue in and started to lick and suck at your clit. as he ate you out, his large hands were resting onto your thighs. you could feel the chill of his rings against your skin. he brought his hand back to your slit and pressed two fingers into your hole. by the time his fingers were fully in you, your legs were shivering and your fingers were laced in his soft pink hair.

the feeling of him fingering you was unexplainable, it was as if you had been sent into space and could never come back down. yeonjun had sent you to cloud nine with a high you could only dream of.

"fuck, yeonjun- i'm gonna cum." you breathed out, seeing white behind your eyelids and your legs shivering more than before. you were barely able to hold yourself up.

he groaned against your cunt, signaling you to cum for him. the vibrations from his lips sent you flying, your legs giving out. he held you up and giggled against you. you moaned out and lightly pulled at hos hair to get him off because you needed a second to come down from your orgasm.

he got up from his knees, licking your cum off of his fingers and making out with you sloppily. you tasted the sweetness of your pussy on yeonjun's tongue. whimpering as he pulled away, and a string of saliva connected the two of you. it's as if your body craved him and only him in this moment. as if he was toxic and ready to poison you.

as he touched you & kissed you, you realized; he wasn't a human.

of course your phone started to ring and you knew it could only be one person, beomgyu. yeonjun grabs your phone off of the small table next to you and hands it to you. you thank him, and answer it.

"where'd you go (y/n)nie? i looked for you at the bar but- why are you breathing heavily.. are you getting fucked? just let me know when you come out? okay? okay, have fun!" he spoke fast and you assumed he was going back to the dance floor.

yeonjun laughed as he put your phone back, then kissed you again, as if he couldn't get enough of your lips. you knew your lip gloss was smeared but, you didn't care. you heard him unzipping his jeans and pulling them down a bit, just enough to free his hard cock. he turned you around, while slipping on a condom and pulling your dress up just enough to be over your ass.

as he slowly pushed his length into you, he groaned out. "shit, babe. you're fuckin' tight." he hissed as he held onto your hips, waiting for you to tell him to move.

you moaned out and rolled your hips against him, "please jjun, i need you to ruin me." he obliged and bent you over the table, fucking into you and rattling it against the wall. with every thrust, you felt the tip of his dick against your g-spot. you moaned out his name while arching your back and gripping the edge of the table so hard your knuckles nearly turned white.

he was moaning along with you, panting as he drilled into you. you could feel the slap of his balls against your pussy, helping you towards your climax.

you could tell he was close as well, with his high pitched moans and light whimpers. "cum with me, babe.." he pants out, gripping your ass. you mewl at his request, fucking back into him and pressing your sweet cunt deeper onto his cock.

the both of you reach your peak, and he brings his hand down to start rubbing at your clit, pulling you over the edge while he spills into the condom. you cum with him, your pussy convulsing as you squirt against his length, and upper thighs.

he pulls out and rids of the condom while breathing heavily, grabbing the paper towels that fell to the floor while he fucked you. he used a couple to wipe both of your thighs off.

he helped you up off of the table and fixed your dress and hair for you, kissing you again. "i didn't ruin your makeup, gorgeous.. if you didn't have any on i would've fucked your throat though. would you like me to help you find your friend?" he smiles as you, as if he wasn't just rearranging your guts against a table. you see his eyes slowly changing back to brown from being pink and gold.

you nod in response, smiling back and fixing hair of his that you messed up. "sure, i would really like that. of you want you can come back to my place, and i can cook for you?" you don't know exactly why you offered, but you didn't hate the idea. he agreed, and grabbed your hand. he even opened the door for you, like a gentleman.

you call beomgyu and tell him you're next to the bar, he was at the bar so he walked over to you. surprisingly sober. you expected to be the designated driver but, it was a nice surprise.

"yeonjun? no way you two just-" beomgyu questions, his jaw dropped. yeonjun's did the same.

"i didn't expect you to be here.." the pink haired male sheepishly says to beomgyu, "but, it's nice to see you again!" he smiles and brings him in for a hug.

"what the fuck..? you two know each other?" you say, extremely confused by beomgyu and now, yeonjun too.

they nod in unison, "yeah! we met in middle school." beomgyu smiles, "we've been friends for a while, but we don't hang out often."

you nod, slowly understanding. beomgyu never fails to suprise you with the connections he has...

the three of you chat happily as you head back to your apartment and eat some dinner. even if it's nearly midnight, it's still enjoyable.

maybe, you'll start going out with beomgyu more. but, yeonjun and you definitely have some discussing to do.

a/n : sorry if the end seems rushed, i got a bit tired. however, i hope you guys enjoyed! please consider reblogging !! <3

[ericsprincess]

keep it coming like that roar

nc-17, Jacob Bae/reader, incubus!Jacob, inexperienced!Jacob, penetrative sex, a bit crack-y

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You get visited by an inexperienced incubus. 

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Sheet mask on? Check. Glass of wine? Check. Favorite drama ready to be played? Check. 

You take a sip from your wine and lean back onto the pillows on your bed. You pull the blanket over you so that you’re nice and cozy. 

Finally the weekend, finally some time to unwind. After as much chaos at work as you experienced this week, you really deserve some me-time. You’ve been looking forward to catching up with this drama for the whole week, but so far, every single day, when you finally crawled back home from work, you managed only to shower, eat, and drop dead into your bed. 

But now, nothing is standing between you and some well-deserved relax. Who knows, maybe you will even dig out something out of your long abandoned box of sex toys under the bed and make the evening even better. You will see where this bottle of wine will take you. 

You take the tv remote and you’re just about to press play when you get suddenly startled by a sound. 

Knock knock. 

You sit up. What was that? Did you imagine that? You take off your sheet mask and quickly look around. It was not a door knock, it sounded more like something tapping on a glass, but you’re alone in your room. Ghosts? No, that’s stupid, you scold yourself. It was probably something that carried over from the neighbors’ apartment and you just misheard. You lie back down on the pillow, trying to calm down your quickened heartbeat. 

Knock knock. “Excuse me?”

Well now you definitely didn’t imagine that - neither the knocking or the feeble voice.

You quickly kick off the blanket and get out of your bed. The voice clearly went from your window. Burglars, you think and grab the lamp sitting on your nightstand, as a measly tool for possible necessary self-defense. It briefly flashes through your mind that it’s odd that burglars might be trying to get into your apartment through the window on the sixth floor, but you’re too distressed to think more about it. Your heart is beating so fast and it’s like you don’t even have time to be scared, you have to do something. 

You get closer to the window and there it is. Or, more like, there is he. 

You can barely see anything in the night light, but right outside of the window, perched on the windowsill, there is a guy, knocking on the glass panel. 

“Uh, hello? Can you please let me in?” he tries, with a soft voice and knocks again. He looks awkward and almost apologetic, but you know not to trust anyone. Especially not burglars. 

You grasp the lamp tighter and full of adrenaline yell back at him. 

“No, FUCK OFF! No idea who you think that you are but, I’m calling the police right now!!” You quickly look around to find your phone and jump onto the bed to fish it out from under your blanket, when you hear him sigh. 

“Ah, I really tried…” *swoosh* 

You look at the window after the sound but it’s…empty? There is nothing behind it anymore. 

Did I imagine that? you think. You walk back to check the window but there is really nothing, just the night skyline with a view over the city. But before you even have a chance to calm down and reconsider your future alcohol consumption, you hear it again, now behind you. 

*swoosh*

You turn back. And there he stands. The same guy, but now he’s right in your bedroom. 

You take a deep breath to start screaming for your dear life, when he runs to you and grabs you by your shoulders. 

“Hey, don’t scream, Y/N. Calm down, I’m not a burglar. I won’t hurt you, I promise,” he says with a gentle and soothing voice. You look into his eyes and they are glowing red. His touch, as well as his voice, is strangely calming, and both are so pleasant. Despite everything, you take a hold of yourself. WIth just one touch, all the stress in your body fizzles out. 

He seems to notice it and lets you go and steps back, which gives you a chance to look at him better, now that you’re not panicking. 

He’s not tall, but not short either and he is nicely built - kinda muscular, with really nice broad shoulders, He’s wearing only a simple oversized white shirt with black jeans, and it’s unbuttoned enough that his (nicely developed, you couldn’t help but notice) chest is peeking through. 

His hair is honey blond and falling into his face in a sexy way and his face itself is also very striking - with pretty eyes and enviable jawline, he’s definitely your type. 

All the fight leaves your body and you helplessly ask: “What do you want from me?”

“Uh,” he shifts his weight awkwardly. “I guess I should explain everything. My name is Jacob and I am an incubus. Our systems detected a very high level of…uh…sexual energy from you, therefore I am here to offer my services,” he adds, with a smile that’s only a bit nervous. 

Ah. You have, of course, heard about incubi already. 

“That sounds suspicious. What do you want in exchange for it? Money? I will definitely not pay for anything like that. Or..” a thought occurs to you. “My soul? Do I have to sign off my soul to the devil or what? I mean, I guess I’m probably already not going to heaven, but like, at least I’m trying to be a good person sometimes,” you ramble.

“No such thing, don’t worry,” Jacob hurries to reassure you. “Us, incubi, we feed on sexual energy. You will just feel really tired after that and fall asleep immediately, that’s all.” 

“Oh. And by that you mean…?”

“Sex.”

“Oh.”

You consider your options. He already semi-ruined your nice evening with a drama and wine, and you know you would be probably too shaken to even fall asleep if you just sent him away now. And it’s not like you haven’t already planned to put your vibrator to use after a couple of glasses. And it will cost you basically nothing. And he’s your type. It’s just practical at this point. 

It’s really not at all difficult to convince yourself to give in. 

“Okay. I guess I agree. You’re better not pulling some stunt on me though,” you threaten, frowning. 

“I’m not, I swear.” he smiles at you gently, and this must be some part of his special incubus charms, because it completely disarms you. He’s too cute. And his voice is just beautiful. 

Can’t wait to hear him moan, flashes through your head. 

He closes the distance between you, his eyes not leaving your face. He gently touches your chin and next moment his lips are on yours. He’s a good kisser, starting with slow, small kisses while his hand sneaks around your waist and hugs you closer. He licks your bottom lip and you get the question hidden in the gesture and let his tongue slip into your mouth. He feels really good, you think. His body is so warm and his scent is heavenly, even the little gasps and noises he sometimes lets out while kissing, even those sound like music to your ears. 

You can really understand how he was made to be attractive. Made for people to want to have sex with him.  

You feel yourself getting wet and you decide to move things a little. You start to unbutton his shirt and he gets the hint and helps you out of your pyjamas. Running your hands over his body, you really appreciate everything you see. You squeeze one of his pecs while he leans down to kiss along your neck. So good, you could play with just his chest for the whole night. 

“Let’s go to bed,” you whisper and he stops sucking hickeys into your collarbone and nods eagerly with a smile. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans and takes them off with surprising elegance. 

He’s not wearing anything under his jeans and you can’t help your curiosity, so your eyes get immediately lured to his cock. It’s not like there is any kind of pretense anymore so you just stare unashamedly. He’s a nice decent size, not too big, but definitely not too small either, with adequate thickness and pretty shape. And it’s uncut, you notice, and you can feel yourself start to salivate. Everything about him is simply perfect. 

He throws the pants away and takes you by the hand to your bed. You’re almost expecting him to push you roughly on the bed and straight up ravage you, but no such thing happens. Instead of that, he surprises you by getting on the bed alone, setting himself up on all fours, waiting. He even throws a sexy smoldering bedroom eyes look over his shoulder. 

“What are you doing?” you ask incredulously. 

“Waiting for you to fuck me,” he sighs and lowers down his upper body to rest on the bed, in face down ass up position, to make himself look even more attractive and fuckable. 

You would be lying if you didn’t find it hot, but you can clearly see there is some kind of misunderstanding going on right now. 

“Like, in your ass? And how would I do that? Not sure if you have noticed, but I am a woman and I don’t have a dick,” you ask him, wildly gesturing around your crotch. 

He seems caught off guard by that. He drops down on the bed and sits up, looking confused. 

“Oh. I’m sorry. I guess…. I did not consider that?”

“How could you not?” you ask in complete disbelief. “You’re an incubus, for fuck’s sake!” 

“Uh..well yeah, but so far I’ve been sent only to men.” he scratches his head awkwardly. He’s blushing and definitely embarrassed by this situation.  

”I’m actually sort of new to this? And, usually we don’t get sent to women until we get some practice. Men are easier to satisfy, like, it’s mostly enough to just be there, so we sort of have to earn being sent to women. But Hyunjae - uh sorry, that’s our dispatcher demon - he said that he thinks that I am ready and that he’s getting unusually high sexual energy levels from you, so you will definitely know what to do with me. I should know better than to trust Hyunjae, but…” he shakes his head. 

“So like, what are we going to do now?” you ask, getting impatient. Ah, a way to be disappointed… 

“Uh, do you like… have a strap-on, perhaps?” he beeps meekly, looking down at his hands folded in his lap awkwardly. 

You roll your eyes. “Actually, I do. But fucking you with plastic cock will not make me cum, so it’s pointless, isn’t it?” 

“Ah…” he sighs. He seems to be thinking for a moment. You let him go through whatever thought process he has in his mind, gathering all the patience you’re capable of.

“Okay, I guess it’s time to be a man.” He straightens up, and looks up at you, with newfound determination in his eyes. 

“If you excuse my inexperience, I would like to continue with our arrangement as we agreed beforehands.” 

“Really?” you doubt. “What convinced you?”

“Uh. Honestly? I’m still scared, but I doubt I will have another chance to have my first time with a woman with someone as attractive as you,” he replies and you smile smugly. Even in case he’s buttering you up a little, it’s the correct answer. 

“And also, Hyunjae will laugh at me forever if I chicken out,” he shrugs. Well, can’t have it all, you snort. 

He reaches his hand to you and you take it, joining him in bed. You lie down and let him lean over you so that he can kiss you. It doesn’t take long to build up the atmosphere again and after a few moments the kiss gets really heated. His hands are roaming all over your body, touching and squeezing, learning where everywhere you’re sensitive and where it feels good. 

He lowers his head to suck on your nipples while you’re just lying down and enjoying his attention and you use the opportunity to reach for his cock. He’s already fully hard again, wet with precum and pretty much ready to go. You pump it a few times and he hums in appreciation with your nipple in his mouth. He clearly figures out this is the way to go and copies you, brushing his hand down your body to your pussy, fingers dipping between your folds, just to find out how wet you are. 

He rubs gently over your clit and he does it already with perfect pressure and angle, clearly executing his talent and special ability to figure out in an instant, what would make you tick.

“Hmmm, so good, you’re doing well, Jacob,” you praise him and he lifts his head from your tits to smile at you, happy that he seems to get the hang of it. He kisses you again while he keeps touching your pussy and you know at this point he could easily get you off like that - but that’s not what you want right now. 

“Wanna try it first from the opposite side?” you talk low into his ear and gently push him off you, so that you can settle into the same face-down-ass-up position he did just a while ago. 

“Oh, yeah, that sounds really good,” he situates himself right behind you and looks down between your bodies. 

“Do I just..put it in?” he hesitates. 

“Yeah,” you chuckle. You’re dripping wet and definitely more than ready. “At this point it’s the only thing left to do.”

“Okay,” he breathes out, bracing himself at the last moment and pushes in. “Ohhh,” he lets out a moan, and you peek over your shoulder to look at him. His eyes are closed and mouth open in pure bliss. 

“Oh god, please, Y/N, can I move?” he begs, his hips already thrusting into you a little, as if he’s not able to completely stop himself from fucking. 

“Yes, please,” you whine. “You don’t have to hold back, I’m sure you’ll figure it out quickly.”

He doesn’t waste even a second and starts fucking you with strong hard strokes, and the only thing you can do is hold on to the bed sheets for your dear life. You would never guess that this is his first time fucking, he’s already getting the perfect tempo and depth, and his cock feels so good as if he was made exactly for you. 

He’s holding onto your waist, fucking you vigorously, while letting out heavenly sounding moans, his cock stretching you in the most delightful way. His tempo is unwavering and as he’s fucking you, he pushes you even lower by your waist and the change of angle makes you lose your mind with pleasure. His cock is rubbing into all the best spots inside you, and you are almost screaming with pleasure, barely having the presence of mind to try to sneak a hand down to rub at your clit, but you don’t even have time to do that and you’re already coming, just from his cock. You bury your face into the pillow as you moan and gasp through your orgasm and his relentless fucking is just prolonging it more and more, and you can’t even tell clearly, but it feels like you’re coming for a second time too. 

Jacob behind you is also gasping and moaning and he lets himself cum as if on command only at the moment he feels you come down from your orgasm, pumping you full of cum, until it drips from you on the bed when he finally pulls out. 

He drops next to you on the bed, just as you slump down on your belly. He’s barely out of breath, even after such strenuous activity. You reach out a hand to pet his chest.

“Wow, not bad at all for a first timer,” you sigh in bliss. “I should have expected such talent from an incubus,” you turn to smile at him and kiss him, just to meet his eyes, wide open in surprise. 

“H-how are you not falling asleep? People usually drop dead right after.. ” he stutters, completely taken aback. 

You shrug. “To be honest, I’m not even tired.” 

You stretch like a cat to help your stiffened muscle, then roll over and push him lying down to bed and straddle his lap. 

“Next round? I’ll teach you how to eat pussy.”

***3 hours later***

“Oh god, Jacob, ah,” you moan while he’s fucking into you from behind, spooning on the bed. He’s all read and sweaty and out of breath, fucking you despite being oversensitive and probably in pain, but you’re not letting him stop, not until you cum again. He brings his hand in front of you, rubbing at your clit to get you off, fighting a cramp in his wrist. He’s completely ruined, you realize as he’s whining into your ear, when you finally spasm with orgasm in his embrace. 

He buries his face into your neck, breathing heavily. He seems to not even care anymore about whether he gets to cum too, since it’s probably too painful for him at this point. 

“One more?” you taunt him. 

He groans and pulls away. 

“I-I think I got enough energy from you now, thank you. Actually, I think it’s counterproductive to continue now, and I am starting to lose it,” he stutters. He stumbles out of bed, clearly completely fucked out, his muscles screaming in pain. Aww, you think. 

“Uh, I think I have to go now. But, uhh,” he blushes, forcing himself to look at you. 

“This was really great and I learnt a lot, I hope I was able to catch up with you at least a little. Even though I doubt so. Uhh,” he clears his throat. “I can visit you some other time too, if you would like to. Maybe you can show me some other new things?” 

“Sure,” you nod nonchalantly. You’re not even hiding your satisfaction about wearing out an actual incubus like that. 

“Okay, thank you,” he bows a little. He quickly grabs his clothes and quite fucking literally jumps out of your window naked into the night. 

You run to the window and lean out of it, shouting after him. 

“Hey! Bring your demon friend next time!”  

[mslanna]

Secretly pining Raphael reacting to Tav saving his life. When he asks why they did so and/or what they want in exchange for saving him, Tav very clearly almost admits that they did it because they care about him, but they catch themself and, even though it is very obvious that the both of them know exactly what Tav was just about to say, the adventurer "corrects" themself ("I did it because I- Because you're my ally."). Tav then quickly tries to excuse themself; poor thing feels awkward and embarrassed because the cambion has not made his feelings for his little mouse clear at all.

they/them Tav without body configuration character death (not Raphael or Tav) of screen death, blood read it on AO3

Tell Me Why

"They were my incubus," Raphael growls.

"I know," Tav replies flat.

"They have shared my life and bed for over two centuries."

"I know."

"And you killed them."

Tav only nods. There is nothing to add. They did indeed kill the incubus. The body lies on the tiled floor of the boudoir, red blood looking like just another ornament in the room. It is a shame, Tav thinks. It was nothing personal. Tav holds out the dagger they used to kill Haarlep to the cambion. "Enchanted," they say as if it is an explanation.

Raphael takes the dagger and scrutinises it closely; more closely than he looked at the body of his incubus. "A rare and precious item," he comments. "Few are strong enough to enchant weapons against incubi."

"It cost me a pretty bit." Tav shrugs. It cost its former owner his life so an assortment of sprains and bruises doesn't feel worth mentioning. And nightmares. But there are always nightmares ever since the elder brain.

"How much? Asking as an interested investor."

Tav shrugs their tunic off one arm and displays the scar curving around their shoulder before vanishing into the small of their back. "Nothing a good potion and healer can't mend."

The devil's eyes burn along the scar, flaring bright when it vanishes from view. "I can remove the scar, you know."

"It's a good reminder to be careful." Tav smiles wistfully. "And it was worth it."

Korrilla and Tav pieced together information painfully over the last weeks. Testing if there were alarms connected to a portal opened through Helsik had been touch and go. Sending a rat with a message attached to its foot had been close to suicide.

But they had found the alarm and where it went. And who benefited from this delicate information. The incubus had their own network of spies and indebted souls. And like Raphael, they had ambition. It is a shame. Tav prods the body with a foot.

"Here." Tav hands Raphael a bundle of letters and notes. That is more explanation than the dagger, or at least explanation of the why instead of the how. The cambion hasn't attacked or otherwise threatened them yet. Tav wants to keep it that way.

Raphael picks through the papers. Every now and then, he harrumphs with displeasure. He looks up when Korrilla bursts into the room. She catches her breath and stares at the body.

"So I am not too late. Good. They gave me the slip in Cania." She walks around the body as best as possible. One if its claws still grips the silken sheets of the bed, fingernails ripping at the soft fabric.

"Cania?" Raphael's voice is cold at the eighths hell's wastes.

"Haarlep planned to take over the House of Hope," Korrilla explains. "With a little help from their – sugar daddy."

The temperature drops at the mention of Mephistopheles.

"Better check up on any recent arrivals," Tav says into the silence. "Haarlep smuggled in their people for a while now. A list of those we could discover is among the notes."

Raphael picks out the paper and studies it with narrowing eyes. Finally he looks at the two mortals. "Good work."

"On to more pressing matters." Korrilla bows curtly and leaves the other two with the corpse.

Tav looks at the door. They should be going as well. They shouldn't be here to start with. But it is what it is. "Well, good to know I was in time." They smile brightly. "Should get going."

Raphael reaches out and stops them in their tracks. His fingers burn long marks into Tav's skin through their tunic. "One more thing."

Tav's smile turns brittle but stays in place. "Yes?" It was better than the automatic "anything" that bit through their lips. You do not toy with devils. And much less do you let them know how much you like them, especially when they do not return the feelings. Which devils can't. And Tav is deep enough into their own undoing to allow Raphael to hasten it with even more smouldering looks and lingering fingers.

"Why?" Raphael paused. "Your contract is fulfilled, little mouse. You are free. And yet you return. And now – this." He gestures at the corpse between them.

"It was you who called on me." Tav smiles at the memory. A dinner worthy of kings and queens. An evening they would never forget, getting pampered by the devil they knew. Unfortunately, not a devil they were allowed to do.

"I promised we'd dine." Raphael returns the smile. "It was only logical to repeat such an invigorating experience."

Invigorating. Not the word he used back then. Tav always suspected he enjoyed himself from the start. To finally have confirmation was encouraging. "It was nice," they agree. "Is."

"Isn't it just." Raphael hones his charm in on them. "But it is nary enough to warrant such – engagement."

If only. Tav sighs inwardly. They can't think of any good argument that doesn't look spun from thin air. Not to mention they'd all be. The devil has them on a leash whether he knows it or not. "Well." Tav tilts their head.

"Well?" Raphael moves around the corpse with predatory anticipation.

Does he know how? It isn't impossible, the devil is close to reading minds the way he puts together minuscule clues. And if he knows, what is it to him? Tav regards his hungry visage. "Maybe it is?" they volunteer.

"Still bribable with food?" He raises a brow.

"It was a good first move." Tav smiles at the memory. "I like where it led me and, well, also I car- cannot lose such a valuable ally." Tav chickens out after the last second.

For a moment it seems as if Raphael's face falls. Then the wolfish grin is back on his face. "Far be it from me to bereave you of that." He puts an arm around Tav's shoulders. "And one good turn deserves another, does it not? Let me prepare something special for our next meeting."

Fire creeps into Tav's cheeks. The devil's tone is innuendo and temptation. Hot desire shoots into their crotch. Maybe they should have said something after all. Well, there was always next time. "That's not necess-"

Raphael interrupts their squeaked reply. "My treat. You deserve. Trust me."

[actuallysaiyan]

“All those dreams you were having? They were all about me, weren't they?” from midnight to fem reader maybe 👉👈

warnings: smut, incubus/succubus AU, breast/nipple play, some power dynamics, slight dubcon pairings: Succubus!Midnight/Nemuri Kayama x Fem!Reader

She smiles down at you when you’re lying in your bed. She looks so beautiful, but you don’t know how to describe this kind of beauty. It scares you in a way, because she is just so beautiful. You aren’t sure why you keep having dreams about her, but it’s exciting in its own right. Whether or not she is human is what makes you worried. 

Still, you keep going to bed every night knowing you’ll have a dream of this beautiful woman. She keeps appearing in all your dreams. Even when you begin to dream of something different, she comes in and shifts everything.

Her laugh is infectious. Her smile is so beautiful. She smells like roses. The way she calls your name has you feeling so weak. It’s only a dream, but the more it happens, you wonder if you’re being haunted. It would be the most logical explanation. You don’t even think of the possibility of a succubus. It just isn’t something you’re familiar with.

With every night that passes by, the more she begins to get closer to you. It starts off with her watching you from the edge of the bed. Then she’s sitting on the end of the bed the next night. Soon she’s hovering on top of you. You love her voice. It’s so soothing as she begins to coax you into enjoying this. Her dark hair and soft eyes lure you in.

The next night, you don’t dream of her and you begin to miss her. When you wake up, you feel so disappointed. You’ve come to expect your beautiful woman to come join you in your dreams. Maybe that’s all it was. Maybe they were just dreams. You feel silly to even miss someone who’s not even real.

Then the next time you dream about her, it feels even more real than ever before. Her hands are so soft and smooth on your skin. She begins to undress you and you can’t stop her. You want to feel her touching you. Her lips are petal soft when she kisses you.

“All those dreams you were having? They were all about me, weren’t they?” She asks, smirking at you.

You nod, “Y-yes! Yes! I dream of you…my queen.”

She giggles before pressing you down onto the bed. She spreads your thighs, pushing up your shirt and kissing you. She kisses you deeply, her tongue sliding into your mouth. Her hands are gentle as she kneads your breasts. She has the touch of an angel, but you know that’s not what she is.

“Have you figured me out yet, honey?” She purrs as she begins to kiss down your chest. Her lips wrap around one of your nipples. “Do you know what I am?”

You can barely think straight as she begins to suckle on your nipples. Back and forth, she goes from one nipple to the other. Your mind is clouded with lust as the smell of roses fills the room. You gasp for air as need pools in your belly.

“Succubus…” you finally breathe out.

Midnight smirks, “That’s right. Good girl! I’m Midnight, and I’m your personal succubus.”

dividers: @adornedwithlight

reblogs and comments always appreciated!

©actuallysaiyan 2024– do not repost on other platforms, copy, translate or edit my works!

[ancha-aus]

Masterpost

Welcome to my new Masterpost! This time including all information on everything on my tumblr instead of just one AU! Asks are always open and I am happy to answer questions <3

Tumblrsona has been made. The icon is still being made :3 The amazing @a-whispering-echo also made a drawing of her <3

AO3 account over here

AUs and stuff.

Ancients and Champions AU - Masterpost Here The big one! My main one! Story is finished and readable over here

Careful. It is a long story with many sidestories. All in the story tab <3 All the information I got concerning that AU is over in the masterpost <3

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Real Age Au - First prompt and start of story Here This one doesn't have a masterpost. It is a drabble series I only upload on my tumblr as it are all first drafts and not always uploaded in order.

[X] [X] drabbles which doesn't have a plave quite yet in when it happens in the timeline.

Summary: Nightmare gets deaged, or better said, reversed aged towards his real age. Six years old. Join him and his gang as they discover how to deal with it and learn to be a family.

My own doodle for this work over here <3

@spotaus has made amazing fanart , [X] and a sweet fic in line with the AU.

@mikimakiboo as also made some sweet fanart here and here as well as fanfics over here and here

@driftinbubbles Has also made a very cute drawing!

@rendoa-blog Made some amazing drawings! [X] , [X] , [X] , [X]

The tag is RealAgeAU <3

The drabble series is completed but I will be editing it to post on my AO3 but that is a background project haha

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Bitty Surpise - An idea and very lose concept because I had bitty brainrot. A story in the works and I may eventually upload or draw more of. Very little aside from a doodle at the moment.

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Ghosts & Medium AU - Technically a collab because @mikimakiboo helped abunch wiht some of the backgrounds :D - Dust is a medium who helps spirits moves on as his job. trouble appears when he meets spirit!Killer. First message in reblog train & ask & general roles of everyone. And people made some doodles, here and here! Link and Link in the same thread. Another trhread over here, here, here, and here - About Dust. - About Killer. - About Cross. - About Nightmare.

Drabble: First Encounter - Killer and Dust meet (and the part 2 of that little drabble)

Drabble: Exorcism Backfire - Cross joins the party. Very unwilling mind you.

Drabble: The Necromancing Medium - Dust and Ash's backstory - 18+ because it is heavy on trauma and heavy subjects. Please mind the warnings.

Drabble: Sleepover - Dust, Ash, Killer and Cross get to Dust's apartment to relax and regroup. Mostly to sleep.

Drabble: Research - Dust gets some work donw to make some progress. Eventually.

Drabble: Moon Ritual - Dust summons a new creature to hopefully fix the situation with Cross and Killer.

Drabble: Mansion Invasion - Dust and the gang goes to clear out an incubus and succubus infestion. What can go wrong?

Drabble: Slow Morning - Dust wakes up and gets ready to do some chores only to come across a surprise that makes his morning much better.

@mikimakiboo wrote a great story about the introduction of Horror to the group! Which i am sneakily accepted as canon so check it out!

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DoubleNoot (name pending) - Turns out that Nightmare that the multiverse knew, was not just Nightmare. Instead it were two beings. Corrupt, the being everyone knew. and Nightmare. The same young skeleton from before he ate the apple that changed the course of the multiverse.

And now they are split? It changes their lives as well.

First Drabble here!

Idea for a possible story/series. Posts are here, here and here.

@mikimakiboo once again made an amazing drabble with the idea! and it is amazing!

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Sans in Wonderland - A possible project idea that would be an interactive ish story with different endings. original message/concept here.

Nightmare backstory.

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SansNautica - Sans crashlanded in subnautica and is trying to escpae the planet but gets sidetracked and distracted by a bunch of very interesting looking mers.

idea for it. [X]

info on issues for sans to encounter. [X] , [X]

The gang and mers. [X]

Crash location. [X]

Sans is a pacifist and cares about the environment. [X]

Time Capsules and how I may use them. [X]

For in the Below Zero section that Undyne coudl have been from the Degasi crew [X]

Pre-story. How Cross ended up with the gang. (Dream focus ironically) [X]

Drabble for Cross meeting Sans. [X]

Drabble for the gang meeting Sans. [X]

Drabble of Killer and Sans vs reaper Leviathans [X]

@0p1er0 was REAL nice and made a sketch of Cuddlefish Cross adn the finished Cross <3 and good boy Stalker Dust. (X) :D

@sunnybunnybabs made some drawings of nightmare and dream! and the other levi's!<3 and the shiver of good boys :D and of Sans after he adapted <3 and the Snow Stalkers Selkies <3

@rendoa-blog made a drawing as well [X] and some of Sans [X] , [X] and they wrote a drabble for me! [X]

@librarypersonsworld also made a drawing! [X]

ask about Sans adapting to water. [X]

How the shiver and Nightmare met [X] @mikimakiboo wrote a oneshot for their meeting <3 [X]

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Spirit Soul AU - A fic idea I had with info here and here An AU idea I had which is inspired by both Omori and Life is Strange

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Little story for @somegrumpynerd and their amazing comics where Dream and Nightmare get body switched <3

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Little drabble for @spotaus because they made their own version of RealAgeAU but wiht knights <3 Another drabble over here <3 And another one! <3 One more hihi. ANOTHER! I honestly don't know why any of you think i have any kind of selfcontrol at this point. [X] , [X] , [X], [X] , [X] , [X] , [X]

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That was the stuff I have actual posts about that I can share. Overall progress on other things below:

Ancients and Champions - 100% writen. 100% edited. Fully uploaded.

Mermaid prompt list 2022 - 100% writen. 95% edited. Uploads ever Sunday on my AO3

Bitty surprise (name pending) - 100% writen. 25% edited. Needs to be finished (also needs another drawing of Horror Bitty)

Family Ties - 30% writen (ish?). 20% edited. General storyline in my head, just need to actually write the thing

Real Age AU - 100% writen. 0% edit (No edit or beta we die like men with this one) No real goal and just a fun drabble series <3

Story ideas that seem fun to me/ stuff i am thinking about writing:

UT Zombie apocalyse story.

Background story on Error and Geno and their time growing up - A&C related

Story on what would happen to the multiverse if there was NO negativity, the consequences to an only positive multi-universe

another mermaid story but pairing focus dustXsans

story where all the sanses are just actors and they do a series together (no idea how i would make this work in writing gonna be real with you)

Classic Dust ship story where Dust finds the original timeline and hangs around and watches Sans (I can't find my own original post with the idea anymore. It is lost to the void.)

That is all for now folks!

Edited 6 Februari.

[blingblong55]

Take me to church- 141(missing Gaz in prt 1)

This is based on a request/personal need tbh:

NSFW, 18+, MDNI ಠ_ಠ, F!Reader, monster au, incubus au, p-in-v, CNC(ghost part),

Part 2 (König, Gaz, Graves,)

It was a known fact that there were demon like creatures roaming the Earth. Shifting into their human form and living normal lives and their true identities would be revealed, if wanted, at night. You would never expect that the task force you worked with was infested with them. You were always fascinated by them though, always researched on them. You had grown fond of one kind of creature, Incubus. You had seen the stories, the art other people did for them. And secretly you wanted incubus to find its way to you, to make you his for the night. To leave his marks on you, to please you.

One fortunate night, you roamed base. It was past the curfew your commanding officers had set. You couldn't sleep, so you tired yourself by taking a few laps around base. You, by accident had seen their true forms (individually ofc) you noticed their horns, the way their eyes would glow, how they had an evil sinister smirk on their lips. Your eyes wandered around his body. His muscles being showcased as the moon shone on them, a small piece of cloth only covering his underparts. You didn't know why, but just the sight of him turned you on. His eyes scanned the base, he must've felt someone was observing him, then his eyes met yours. You quickly turned away, hiding behind some building. You closed your eyes for a brief second, hoping he hadn't seen you. But as you opened them, he was right in front of you, he was reaching down to you, touching your chin, caressing it with his hand.

Ghost:

"oh doll...what have you done to yourself?" he smiled to himself, licking his lips as he thought of himself in you.

"Ghost?" his face slightly covered by a different kind of mask. You didn't move from his touch. You had to admit, you kinda liked it.

His mind wondering into the possibilities. He knew he could have you at any given moment.

His eyes never left yours, they appeared to be searching for...something...it was as if his own nature desired your body, soul and mind.

I must have her, he thought.

"what are you doing all alone doll..its past curfew..." he softly says, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, he leans forward, his lips close to your ear, "you know I can punish you for this." his voice so seductive, so needy.

"will you though sir?" although this is what you had wanted for years, it was still..scary. You tried to look confident under his gaze.

Fuck, did he want to devour your sweet sweet cunt.

He had been with a few women, but he always desired you, yeah..just you.

The one that made his thoughts go from dirty to unholy.

He stopped himself from exploring even more into his own desires. As you looked up at him, with those sweet innocent eyes of yours, he sent you back to your room. But before you were far, he heard you say "will I expect you tonight?". He had to admit it, tonight out of all nights he dreamed of fucking you..he would be victorious. "perhaps." and with that you went back to your room. All the walking you had done eventually grew you tired. You laid in your bed, the moonlight peaking through your blinds.

Ghost walks in, he locks the door behind him. As he approaches you, the piece of cloth he was wearing fell to the floor. His body started to crave you. He loved how you only slept in a long baggy shirt. It was the most you showed leg. Tonight he let his true nature rise, unlike other nights when he had contemplated whether or not to make you his, but eventually just walking away. He was sure he wanted to enjoy every piece of you. Although asleep, he started kisses you. His hands roaming through your body. He eventually rested his hands at your breasts. Fuck did they make him think of the many things he would do to you. His hands lifted your shirt, he looked down, they were so big, so tender. His mouth soon started to kiss them, caress them with his tongue.

By this point you were in trance, your eyes opened, your body enjoying his touch, yet you couldn't say a word. No, not under his power as an incubus. "Fuck lovie, look at how you have me?" he said under his breath, his hands cuffing your breast. "tits so good" he commented. His hands wanted more, he wanted more. As he started to move down your body, he would occasionally look up at you. His deep chuckle filling the room, as he watched how your expressions would differ based on his touches.

"like it?" but you of course didn't respond. He loved how you stayed somewhat silent under his trance. His tongue starts to lick closer to your area. Your body grew impatient. His hands pushed you into the mattress. He wanted his meal to be slow, to be memorable, not impatient or needy. His tongue eventually reached the opening of your pussy. His tongue roaming, welcoming himself in you. You were wet, leaking as he deepened himself in you. He moaned as he started to taste your juices. His eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Taste to sweet doll." He whispers. His fingers soon wanted some of the action. He kneeled in front of you as your legs were spread open for him. One finger, then two. They thrusted in you, making you squirt in the process. It drove him wild knowing he had this control over your body. Your eyes were fixed on his. You looked so fucking hot in this light and in this position. A smile drew on his lips.

When he eventually knew you were ready to take him, he fixed his composure. "ready doll? you'll be a good girl for me won't you?" his eyebrows furrowed, his voice soft, but his eyes spilled the demise he would plant on your cunt. "open wide for me doll." his hands holding onto his member. You let out a small gasp as he made way in you. He was so big and so thick. His veiny member rubbing against your walls.

He started to thrust in you.

At first it was slow and steady, he allowed your body to adjust to his size and rhythm. But fuck, the way your insides wrapped around him drove him feral. His slow thrusts turning more vile in you. Your expressions feeding into his own thoughts, god the way you looked at him as he fucked you, as he went more faster and deeper in you, it did things to him. Unholy things. He wanted to chain you up and make you his personal doll, he wanted to teach you his ways, abuse your pussy until you begged him to stop.

Your body soon reached its orgasmic moment, your back arched. His hands trailed to your back, keeping you in that position for him. He leaned in, biting and kissing your tits. "fuck doll." he said thrusting in you. He wasn't done, he was far from it. One of his hands reached back to your aching pussy, fingering you as your tears of pleasure leaked from you eyes. He looked down at it, it was dripping your own doing. He looked back at you and grinned. His hand reaching to his mouth, he leaked his fingers and then he opened your mouth, he quickly gathered some of your juices and he spit on his hand. Making a cocktail of the bodily juices. He places his hand on your mouth before spreading the dripping cocktail around your face. Slapping you as he did this.

"fuck" he groaned as his own wave of pleasure would soon arrive. His thrusts becoming sloppy, your and his liquids mixing as he pounded into you. "Fuck..fuck.." he loudly whispers. He threw his head back as he came in you. He stayed in you, leaning forward, his lips touching yours. "you have no idea the nights I have planned ahead for us doll." he crashed his lips into yours once more. "you did so great for me, like the good girl you are." he said, kissing your jaw and neck, choking you as he did this. He gave you a few more thrusts before pulling out and backing away, enjoying this view. He smiled proudly as you leaked both of your juices out. "look at that" he kneels, his mouth now back at your cunt. He starts licking, drinking some as he does this, savouring you. He reaches back to your mouth and spits in it. "swallow us both doll..I know you want to." his eyes piercing yours.

He later started to clean you up with a cloth. He left the room to grab some water for you both. You soon woke up from the trance. You looked around. Your body glistening with sweat. You smiled to yourself. He walks back into the room, smiling as he meet your eyes. "You did well doll." he praises you. He hands you the bottle of water, and watches as you drink from it. "next time I won't be so gentle." he says, you nods. "dont want you to be ghost." his lips crashing back with yours. And after a long makeup session, you two cuddle one another. His hands gently touching your skin.

Price:

wanted to do things to you. Your body drove him crazy. The way you moved, the way you talked, smiled.

he was just so close to letting his own sadistic thoughts win.

as he spotted you, he knew that maybe he had an opportunity, finally.

"r/n?" he said as he walked up to you. Hands behind his back, smiling as he got closer. "sir, I know its late...but I," his finger on your lips, "shhh,"

"I'm sorry sir."

oh the things he wanted to do to you, show you it was him who was in fact sorry, sorry that he'd leave you dripping his juices.

"if you are sorry, then I'll meet you in your room. Go on now," he said, letting you walk away.

The way your ass, curves, and mouth would all look on him after he was fucking you, now that was a sight to see.

He waited and waited. Making himself horny in the process.

He walked inside your room, you were just sitting there, reading some book. He closed the door behind him, walking up to you, licking his lips. "well hello." he didnt waist any other second. His lips on yours, he lingered inside your mouth. "taste so good love."

"oh god." you moaned out, as his hand trailed down your stomach. "god isn't pleasing you love" his hands now in you. His fingers pleasuring you, making you taste heaven each time he was rough. "I won't be kind to you tonight." he crashed his lips to you once more. It was pure then passionate. The cloth that covered him falling off in the process. He kneels down, eating you out. He moans as he tastes you. His own little piece of paradise. "oh fuck!" you gripped onto the sheets.

"thats it love, you like that?" his voice husky. He smiled as his tongue fucks you. "yes, yes yes!" you start to grow more desperate, squirming under his own tongue. Without any warning, he places your legs on his side, for support. His now throbbing member in you. He was violent with it. just like he had warned. No kinds to you. Your body had to provide its purpose, to please his every need. It burned a little as he stretched you, but fuck did it feel good.

With each thrusts he sent waves of pleasure through your body. "oh fuck fuck fuck..." you moaned and whimpered. He fingered you as he thrusted in you, making your own juices, his lube. He reached down, kissing you as your pussy ached with pleasure. You kept moaning, he spit in your mouth. "oh fuck!" his head back, his chest gleaming with sweat and you. His beard leaked you. He then looked back down, reached his hand down and grabbed onto your breasts. Holding on as he fucked himself too deep in you.

He was drunk on your body, not thinking straight anymore. He came. He unloaded himself in you. Letting you have all of him. But he wasn't done. He flipped you over. Your legs weak, and he held your back to his chest. His hand traveling down. His mouth at the back of your neck. kissing it slowly. He cupped one of your boobs, barely fitting it in his hand. He bit your shoulder.

"a true goddess to let me have you like this."

His hand flew to your mouth, covering it so you can be quiet for once. He fucked you this way. For nearly ten minutes he thrusted in you, making you cry in pleasure and pain. You're ass hitting his thighs each time. "oh yes love...just like that." he cums once more. He tossed you into a pillow, his hand pushing you into it. "don't you dare move." he slapped your ass as he fucked you. You moaned and screamed his name. His hands marking your back. The symbol of an incubus. Blood dripping from the wound. "it looks good on you, my little slut." he spits out, cumming on your back. He moans in pleasure. He kisses you, and soon he walked away, cloth in hand.

Soap:

This man fucks! Doesn't give a shit if as in incubus he must fuck women that are asleep..he'll just fuck

But oh the minute he spotted you. God it was the first time he was nervous.

Approached with caution, "I take you cant sleep"

"no." "so can I help..you know I can" he was trying so damn hard to look confident...inside he was a mess

He checked you out from head to toe. Wanting to see what your uniform hid.

you were a wreck, his eyes seduced you into trance.

You led him to your room, moving to your bed as you removed your clothes. He walks to you, cloth on the floor. He kissed your neck. Leaving wet kisses as he trailed down to your shoulder. He bit a few times, wanting to leave marks all over you. Just so other demons can see it was him you belonged to.

He couldn't wait any longer. He pushed you to the bed. "stay like that bonnie" your ass up as your head rested on your pillow. He spit on his hand, and then rubbed it on your clit. Oh the looked he had on his face. Such a whore for him. A smug look on him. "oh bonnie, the things you are." he said and with no warning or any foreplay, he was in you. Fucking your tight little cunt. You moaned loudly. Just the way he likes them.

"You like that bonnie?" he thrusted in you. Your moans and cunt almost making him cum. But he wanted more time with you. So he kneeled down and ate you out. Moaning as he licked your insides. Loving the effect he had on you.

"oh..fuck fuck soap!" you said gripping onto the sheets. With one sudden move, he turned you around. And then you noticed his nipple piercings. You're smirked. "oh bonnie, you just had to do that huh." he spit on you, lightly slapping your tits before he reached down and bite them. Licking your nipple. His eyes not leaving yours. "such big tits huh?" he said as he sucks on them. You nod. "I need words baby" he stopped. "...y-yes" you replied. He smiles and continues with his bites. His hands perked your boobs. He now had his member between them. And slowly he moved your hands to them.

So you can hold them for him. And he fucked them. Moaning and whimpering as your tits brought him great pleasure. "oh fuck bonnie" he let out, almost as a whimper. He looked back down at you, giving you light slaps and with his other hand he opened your mouth, forcing it wide open. His moved his member to your mouth. "suck it" he demanded. Your doe eyes on him, doing as he says. You placed him inside your mouth. His head rolled back in pleasure. The room filled with wet noises and him.

"oh r/n, the....things you do"

He came inside your mouth and then all over your face. He closed your mouth, "swallow" he demanded. Your innocent eyes looking at him, "swallow my cum bonnie, please" You nod, and then he kisses you. It was so sticky, the taste of him. His cum so thick and good. He tasted himself in your mouth. He moved back, getting off the bed and watched you.

"play with yourself" he said. You just nod and spit on your own fingers. His hand on his member. You fingers yourself, it was slow at first, then deep and fast. "oh fuck" you moaned. He jerked off at this view. And when he couldn't take it any longer, he moved to you, removing your hand and placing himself inside.

He thrusted in you, deep and slow. Like he enjoyed to watch you squirm and plead for mercy. And then it was fast and deeper. On your stomach, he could see himself, thrusting in you. Oh that view fucked with him and soon he filled you with him.

"oh yes pretty girl" he moaned loudly. Holding your hips as he came to his orgasm. His fingers on your aching pussy. Fingering you, enjoying how you squirted. And he kept thrusting. You soon felt a knot on your stomach. "come for me bonnie." he said, hand's on your hips, leaning his imprints on them. You soon came, hips running wild as this wave of pleasure rushed in your body.

"soap!" your hands flew to his arms, leaving your nail marks on them. Oh did he love the pain this brought. He came once more because of this. And when he stepped back as you leaked him, you kept moaning his name. "oh soap, fuck, fuck" he walked to you, your pretty face flushed and with red marks from his slaps. "oh you liked that bonnie?" he asked. Your brows furrowed, nodding a yes. "I need words bonnie, " he cupped your face and softly said, "come on pretty girl"

"I loved it," your voice shaky, feeding his ego.

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A/n: okay so I feel the need to make two parts mainly because I got too overwhelmed working on this one alone..besides..I want Gaz's to be extra long and I don't want to strain your eyes.

Anon, I hope this is enough to feed ya until the next part

REQUESTS ARE OPEN