#incubus scout

[number1yisuchongfan]

“What?”

This is based off a moment in my Incubus Scout fic on ao3 (x)

[yall-batman-fanfic]

Interrogations | Bruce Wayne/Batman x  Magician!Reader

Synopsis: a really, really, nonsense short. A good cop, bad cop duo with Batman and Vivian is far scarier than the good cop bad cop duo of Batman and Superman.

It was one of those missions that Waller had the Suicide Squad take, and this time Captain Boomerang was the unlucky one who is going to die, yet the bomb implated in him hasn’t exploded. Was there a jammer in this place? But Waller would have known immediately if he was captured by the Justice League, yet here he was. Alive and unharmed.

Well, since he was alive he could just lean back and relax. The JLA were a bunch of boy scouts who don’t condone dirty means of extracting information.

Especially Superman. 

The strongest being there is and he doesn’t have the guts to get the job done.

The door opened. 

And it wasn’t Superman and Batman.

It was Batman and a woman whose face was covered by a domino mask that didn’t look like it fit her right but was enough to hide her identity. She had red hair, wore a white button-up shirt, a pair of black pants, boots, and a dark red coat that would fan around whenever she would turn or walk. And she had long, red hair that was tied to a ponytail.

“Didn’t know the JLA has a new member,” said Captain Boomerang.

“It doesn’t,” answered Batman.

“So, who is this? Outsourcing?”

“Somewhat. Enchantress was released and has been wreaking havoc from city to city, and I know it has something to do with Amanda Waller’s Suicide Squad.”

Captain Boomerang shrugged. “Never heard of it.”

“Just so you know,” the woman spoke. “The only thing that’s keeping that little bomb in your neck from blowing your brains out is me. What does Waller want with the Enchantress?”

Captain Boomerang snorted then he burst out laughing as he said: "So, what? Is this a good cop --- bad cop dynamic going on here? She's the carrot, you're the stick? Do you really think I’d believe that the Justice League would just let that happen?”

Batman smirked. "Trust me, she's the crowbar, and I'm just the stick. And she's not afraid to kick someone off buildings."

"What?"

"You ruined our vacation,” said the woman.

Before he knew it, Captain Boomerang was falling off the building, crashing through the walls and windows.

“Batman! Vivian!” Superman was about to fly to save Captain Boomerang but before he could, Vivian caught him with her magic and had him hanging at a great height, upside down as she had him hovering before them.  

“Listen Boomerang, Enchantress is someone that no one in the mortal world nor in the dark arts want running rampant,” said the woman. “Especially when she’s bringing the Incubus out into the world. Trust me when I tell you that they will fuck up this world if we don’t stop them. So, what were Waller’s plans?!”

“Fine, fine!” Captain Boomerang exclaimed. “I’ll tell ya!”

Boomerang yelled out all he knew about the mission, and when Vivian hadn’t put him down, he swore to them that was all there was he knew. Believing him, Vivian left him hanging on the side of the building before facing the Justice League.

“I’ve disabled the bomb in his neck,” she told Batman and Superman. “I’ll handle the Enchantress.”

“Are you really going to leave him there?” said Superman.

“He and Suicide Squad ruined our vacation,” Vivian pointed out. Then she turned to Batman to say: “After this, we’re going back to our vacation.”

Batman smirked. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Let’s go. I got a succubus and incubus to get rid of,” Vivian opened a portal and had herself and Batman jump in.

[united-as-one]

Mingyu called this: 'Scouting the Competition', as the incubus steps foot into the club with fur coat, sunglasses and an allure that was all too enticing. There were some who seemingly recognised him but he waves them off with a blown kiss before arriving at the bar to order his drink of choice. A bloody mary, a fitting drink for someone of his stature and abilities. But it was within this club that he captures the scent of someone very similar to himself. Intriguing to say the least, it seemed the competition had their own demon...

Finishing his drink and removing his sunglasses, Mingyu's eyes glaze over the surroundings taking into account the pros and the cons, the good views and the bad. Curiously though, there was one that did capture his gaze, a man that he knew possessed the strong scent that was filling his lungs. The incubus approaches, teeth clasped gently around the arm of his glasses, pushing past others and patrons who were wishing to talk to the man in question only for the host to push through, a wad of cash already in hand.

"I'll pay you double your rate for some private time right now." He says with a small smirk, outbidding the others almost immediately. The joys of being a rich host. "I know what you are, handsome. Finding ones like me are very hard to find, I thought I'd survey this establishment and have made my choice on who I want to spend the night with. You, sir. Now what do you say we take this somewhere better?~" - @hcttogo

[fun-sized-owl]

The Devil and the Servant

Part XXVIII – The Toy Master

Warning: adult themes, sexual themes.

I'm the master of toys And all you girls and boys Are welcome to my wonderland I'm the angel of joy And I'm here to paint the void Welcome to my world To my dream factory--Avantasia, The Toy Master.

    " The Crown of Karsus. "

    Haarlep's head tilted when he heard the words fall theatrically from Raphael's lips, the cambion's pose just as confident as his voice, a hand at his hip as his wings flared, the other curled into a fist, as if he stood on a stage before a hundred men. Ever the actor, Raphael was.     A name that had been heard in fleeting, if he were honest, and every time Raphael had mentioned it, his mood would turn sour, like it was some sort of sore spot. Haarlep knew what it was, because Mephistopheles had told him many hundreds of years ago.     It was why he'd been crafted. To take Raphael's mind off the relic that Mephistopheles had stashed away. But he didn't know the intimate details, and certainly not Raphael's side of the dramatic tale of how Karsus had fallen and taken a whole city with him.     "And what exactly is the Crown of Karsus, my sweet little duke?" the incubus asked, tail swaying as he sat on the settee within the House of Hope. His elbow rested on the arm of the lounge, his legs up across the soft cushions.

    Haarlep didn't appreciate his dramatic flair, and Raphael breathed a soft huff, his tail flicking behind him. He paced a few steps in the boudoir. He didn't expect Haarlep to know what he was speaking of. The incubus had not been gifted to him until after the Crown had been locked away in one of Mephistopheles' vaults. Though Raphael had long ago suspected that Haarlep was some sort of spy for his father, the years between them had proven that Haarlep hadn't informed his father of much��if anything of importance, for that matter. There had been a number of things that the creature could have reported back to Mephistopheles, and yet the meetings that he would be summoned to back within the eighth layer of Baator were far and few between.     Thankfully, Mephistopheles seemed to be pleased, or at least ignorant. However, the Crown was coming back into play, it seemed. For hundreds of years, he had allowed it to rest within the vaults of Cania, sitting and collecting dust. Ridiculous, naturally, but he had little means of breaking into one of his father's well guarded safes, and he had no desire to be under the scrutinising eye of the Archdevil. Now, Korrilla had scouted a useful child for him to take under his wing, a resourceful one that he could meld within his hands to get the Crown for him. Little Enver Flymm would be a useful pet.     Raphael turned back to his personal incubus, the House of Hope quiet for the evening. Soon, the devil would retire to his bed for sleep, though he detested the idea that he must sleep to regain his strength. The eternal reminder that he was not a full devil, that he was a cambion . But the Crown of Karsus would not only allow him to rule the Nine Hells as the Archdevil Supreme so he could unite them, it would grant him godhood . Every despicable setback that he had due to his half-fiend blood would be nought. He would rule the Nine as an almighty, a supreme devil, a creature that would never sleep, that would never eat, and Hells forbid... never have to use another blasted chamber pot for all eternity.     "Dear, are you really that uneducated a creature?" he asked, raising a brow as the incubus looked at him with that bored expression. Of course, Haarlep preferred a more hands on approach when it came to learning (or teaching). Books and history were not the creature's forte, unless they were riddled with erotic imagery.     His wings shifted as he tutted, wiggling a clawed finger. "Perhaps I will read to you the tome of Karsus' Folly tonight. And then I will tell you how it was taken from me, locked away and forced to gather dust for centuries." Not anymore, though. Finally, this was his chance to claim it once again, and everything was going to fall into place.

    Haarlep rested his cheek on his knuckles. "Does it have betrayal and murder in it?" he asked, tail wagging on the settee at the thought.

    Raphael laughed at the incubus' enthusiasm. "Failure and tragedy, my dear," he said slowly and deeply, moving his way over to Haarlep and picking his chin up. "The demise of mortals who attempt to play gods. The inevitable downfall and destruction of a could be brilliant mind, crushed due to ambition."

    Haarlep purred at the attention, their eyes meeting before he reached his hand to take Raphael's. "Then it sounds familiar, my pet," he teased.

    Raphael's expression turned to a scowl as he lowered his hand from Haarlep's chin, turning from him and making his way across to the nearest table where there was a platter of thinly sliced meats. He picked one of them up and placed it into his mouth, chewing before he swallowed.

    Haarlep stood from his seat, padding his way across the room as Raphael snacked on the meats. They were of the highest quality of course. Raphael spared no expense when it came to himself.     "Tell me, then. The story of this crown." As if the cambion wouldn't. Raphael did so love the sound of his own voice.

    "A Crown, a relic that my father stole from my grasp, as you are aware. For the last few centuries, it has been locked away in a vault, beyond my reach. But now..." Raphael smirked, his eyes glowing bright.

    A look that was full of schemes, Haarlep knew. He smiled in response, plucking the meat from the table and offering it to Raphael. When the devil opened his mouth, he placed it between those sharp teeth of his, a little rumble of a purr at his throat.

    Raphael's hand went to Haarlep's wrist, claws drawing down that perfect red skin of his, that perfect version of himself. When he had swallowed the meat that was offered, he drew his hand down Haarlep's soft, plump cheek, returning that little purr that the fiend made.     "The boy. He is sharp, and of quick wit. Enver will be my key to Mephistopheles' vault that contains the crown. He will become a pawn across the Lanceboard, and I will be his puppet master."

    Haarlep's eyes softened. "You wear a crown, my sweet. Those regal horns upon your head," the incubus whispered, lips coming closer, so close that he could taste the fresh meat against Raphael's skin, just centimetres away. "The son of the Archdevil Mephistopheles."

    Of course an incubus would not understand. Raphael had been after the Crown for centuries! Since Karsus had fallen and failed. The Crown was everything he needed to unite the Hells, to make them his , to demand an end to the Blood War, and to conquer all of the planes. He wanted what was best for devilkind, but most of all, he wanted what was best for himself. Truly, he was the hero in his own tale. The saviour of the Nine Hells and all that surrounded them.     Being the son of Mephistopheles had meant nothing. It had come with burdens, nothing more. A life that was isolating and filled with harsh disappointment . No matter how desperately he had worked for his father's approval, he had been neglected and dismissed time and time again. The Archdevil had more important things on his mind than his own children. When he gained the crown, however, Mephistopheles could no longer ignore him.     A look of distaste crossed Raphael's features, drawing back from Haarlep as his tail flicked, but he felt a sudden tug on it, Haarlep's own tail having slithered and coiled itself around his. He was suddenly pulled back, the incubus' eyes on his and their faces close.

    "Here, in this room, you can be whatever you want, Archduke," Haarlep whispered. "If it is a crown you want to wear, then fetch a crown, and I will place it upon your head. But it will be you who kneels, my dear. Always ."

    Raphael's claws gripped Haarlep when the incubus pressed his lips against his in a hot kiss. He tasted the saliva at his tongue, against his fangs, and he softly moaned as he kissed back, his eyes closing. A distraction... Haarlep was distracting him from his tale, and he quickly pulled back, a growl in his throat.     "Here I thought you wished to hear all about the Crown and its tale." He took a few steps back, though his tail remained linked with Haarlep's. The incubus may have been exceptionally good at distracting him and taking his mind off his work at times, but outside of their bed play, Raphael was very much in charge.     "Come. Rest yourself on my bed and nestle yourself close. I will tell you all about the fall of a man who foolishly handed me my future. Our future." As he walked, Haarlep followed, tails still together, and when he sat upon the bed inside his boudoir, Haarlep crawled upon it. Suddenly, the fiend was laying across his lap, and Raphael smiled in amusement, his claws raking through soft, brown hair.

    Haarlep settled himself comfortably against Raphael's lap, his wings tucking themselves against his body. "Tell me every detail then, my pet. I wish to know it all." He said it in such a way that it would have the devil eating out of his very palm.

    "Naturally," Raphael replied, claws idly stroking down perfect skin. "Every daring tale starts with a fool.. ."

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[tag-that-oc]

Out of context quotes for 2 of my OCs.

Treasure; the messed up little human.

"EXCUSE ME! I might have a drinking problem, a month like a sailor, and be kind of a racist, WHICH I AM WORKING ON, BY THE WAY! But I am definitely not sexist! I love women! My mom was one and she was lovey!"

"... Didn't she scam people and like, murder someone?"

"Yes, but, 1, she needed the money and 2, the guy was scum and deserved it."

"...Fair enough."

Scout; the part fae, part incubus (despite being aroace), and part human.

"Look, I just want the bare minimum in life. A place to lay my head, some food to fill my belly, and the blood of the bastards that killed my troop on my sword. Is that too much to ask?"

"Um... M- maybe A little bit?"

"Oh. ... Okay, I can go without the first two... Is that better?"

"I- I don't think that was the-"

"Shhhh, let him have this."

guys with problems!! i love when guys have problems they sound very interesting! i hope scout gets to kill those people sounds like he deserves it

[agbpaints]

Played an attack/defend game against my normal clan Jade Falcon opponent today. We do a thing where we make 10k bv lists and then pair them down to 5k forces based on the scenario so I brought the fire support/street fighting elements of my Mercs list (consisting of an Awesome 9Q, Panther 9R, Venom 9KC and a Hunchback 5S) going up against a Storm Crow Prime, Incubus 3, and a Fire Falcon E. His objective was to break into a bunker on my side of the field and carry a flag from it to his home edge. My objective was to keep him from doing that.

Both our battle plans were pretty simple- his was to make a mad dash for my bunker, break it open with the fire chicken's ATM, and then snag the capture objective with the Incubus and get back to his side of the board under the cover of the Storm Crow. Mine was to secure all the good approaches with the Panther/Awesome combo at range and the Hunchback as a close-in brawler, and then use the Venom to jump into vulnerable flanks and rear arcs, or else pursue his fast movers if they got the flag.

The game lasted a total of 3 turns. Turn 1 was mostly just maneuvering and approaching each other. I put my Venom and Hunchback in positions to cause problems T2 and the Awesome and Panther in sniping positions where they could cover each other. The Falcons moved up closer into positions behind cover where I couldn't reach them.

Turn 2 the clan mechs decided to put the hurt on my Hunchie- lots of ranging shots into it as my Panther fell back away from the Incubus's pulse lasers and my Venom managed to strip the armor off of the ammo-bearing torso of the Fire Falcon with some lucky lot shots.

Turn 3 was a mix of luck and my opponent misplaying into my guys. The Fire Falcon closed to break the bunker with its missile weapon while the Incubus and Storm Crow closed to engage my Hunchback, with the Incubus outflanking the Hunchie into its rear arc. Meanwhile my Venom managed to jump straight into the Incubus's rear arc for a a pair of engine crits backed up by the Awesome while the Panther ripped off the Fire Falcon's side torso and the Hunchback's LBX20 delivered a killing engine crit with its cluster munitions. My opponent conceded when I won initiative at the top of turn 4, as I'd be able to jump my Venom into the back of whatever I wanted, he had yet to secure the flag, and I still had my entire force at full fighting strength while he was down a mech and most of his Incubus's heat mitigation.

Lessons learned:

Running into an IS prepared defense line without a plan is a really bad idea. My Awesome didn't really pull its weight in direct damage, but I think its commanding view of one of the two approaches forced the Jade Falcon mechs into contending with the Hunchback at danger close, which isn't really a position light or middleweight mechs want to be in, clantech or no.

Cover (or lack thereof) is really important to defending your points. My opponent got to choose which side of the map he'd deploy to, and stuck me defending the side with fewer trees. There was enough foliage for him to get crazy good TMMs as he ran in and I had bad shots from range and movement, but by the time he reached my side of the field the trees had run out and my heavy hitters had found good positions to stand and cover what few forests there were.

Holy shit the Venom is an annoying little piece of shit light hunter. I know I just wrote an entire rant about the Venom but the SDR-9KC did extremely serious work for me in this fight. Spheroid MPLs might be kinda crap compared to the ungodly power of their Clanner counterparts, but a body with the armor to survive skirmishing and approaches and the sheer jumping speed to land three of them danger close in flanking positions makes them pretty decent. While it wasn't the only factor in killing the Fire Falcon or crippling the Incubus, 842 bv of crazy spheroid scout/striker mech took on close to triple its BV and not only lived but won. Once my proliferation cycle gets painted, the printed Venom I have is next on the block to celebrate and keep my forces looking spiffy

[dcnt-preach]

SUPPORTING CHARACTERS / SIDE CHARACTERS .

You can interact with them, just say their names in the inbox, they have their own silly little stories too / could help lead up to small events too . Any NPCS / Side charscters will be added here and reblogged to let you know🐇

Vennie is backstory really isn't talked about because he doesn't particularly know it all himself, like a majority of the succubi/concubi his other parent is human and while he was most certainly born in hell , he was raised on Earth by a human mother many many years ago with his father occasionally dropping in but he won't admit to it because he witness his mother attempting to summon his father far too many times in desperation until she abandoned him leaving his father choice.

— name . Vincent / Vennie • age . 35 hell years • species . incubus • height . 6 ft 3 in

occupation. mercenary / territory scout • verses . both | married to cynithya

He'll lie and say he's originally from the Wrath Ring and goes around the ringsfor mercenary work where he was supposed to be killing off Cherri but , her demeanor made him feel some remorse and he began actually working on helping her when she managed go floor him in hand to hand combat but , he's chalking it up to her just being insanely lucky and is curious as to where her endeavors will go . In the meantime he's taking up work strictly around Pride to help out when he can .

— name . cynithya • age . unknown • species . sinner demon • height . 7 feet tall

occupation . mercenary / territory scout • verses . both | married to vennie

Joke off of Cyanide ( she unalive herself with it on accident -- a really messed up yet funny story of why you read things before just chugging ) , she's another sinner demon but , one that Cherri actually knew when she was alive . In fact , Cynithya was one of few that tried to steer Cherri on the correct path and even though Cherri won't admit it , She was her babysitter too . She doesn't involve herself with violence anymore and instead focuses on healing ; since Hell clearly has emergency services and things like jail/prison , Cynithya is a practicing Doctor and puts her skills to the test sometimes with the rest of Cherri's group to get even more experience .

— name . pix-l / pixie • age . 30 hell years • species . sinner demon • height . 5 ft 11 in

occupation . computer programmer • verses . both

They're another Sinner Demon , died in the late 90's, technological based obviously and another one tied to Vox as a contract . Their purpose is to supply Cherri with what she needs to keep up the views and seldom leaves their room ( just like in life ) because of fear of hell . They grew close to Cherri because of her upbeat demeanor -- and she saved them during their first cleanse so in turn not only does he supply her with some authorized supplies , they've been keeping tabs on unclaimed territory and giving her heads up in return she ensures their territory is safe and runs errands / does deals under the table .

— name . oliver • age . est 5 hell years • species . greed imp • height . 2 foot

occupation . none • verses . both

Oliver is the group's baby , he was found by Vennie when he was smaller and has been with the group ever since . He was roughly 2 maybe, 3 - they don't know his actual age when Vennie found him on a job , he's been bounced around from each person in the group particularly spending his time with Cynithya or with Cherri and Chewie because of the other two being extremely busy ( Vennie ) or shut off ( Pix-L ) . He's only around because of group vote + Oliver strongly reminding Cher of her past and what she causes havoc for

[ao3feed-tf2ships]

Somethings Different About The RED Sniper

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51803188

by idontunderstand_writing

Weird dreams about his teammate/crush, even weirder moments with him seeming irresistible, and then you go and find out he’s a demon? What are the odds for Mick Mundy of RED!? He may be good at keeping a secret for his friend/crush but it’s taken a toll that even BLU can recognize…

Aka “Am I the Asshole for being concerned my little brother and his ‘friend’ are acting weird?” -Blu Sniper aka Rick Reeves of BLU

Aka Aka Scout is an incubus and Sniper is somehow even hornier than a sex demon

Words: 3140, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Scout (Team Fortress 2), RED Team (Team Fortress 2), BLU Team (Team Fortress 2), Original Male Character(s), Miss Pauling (Team Fortress 2), Merasmus (Team Fortress 2), Satan (Team Fortress 2)

Relationships: Scout (Team Fortress 2)/Original Character(s), Scout/Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Scout & Spy (Team Fortress 2), RED Sniper & BLU Sniper & BLU Engineer (Team Fortress 2), Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Main pairing is Sniper/Scout but “original male characters” are only food, Incubus Scout (Team Fortress 2), Trans Scout (Team Fortress 2), Succubi & Incubi, Alternate Universe - Succubi & Incubi, scout is more like a “Jennifer’s body” type of succubi, he does it for food, pheromones are making sniper hard as a rock 24/7, Awkward Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Autistic Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Horny Demons and Humans, Non-Explicit Sex, Surprisingly, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Emotionally Repressed Sniper (Team Fortress 2), also, Sexually Repressed Sniper (Team Fortress 2), BLU Mercenaries and RED Mercenaries are Different People (Team Fortress 2), Graphic Description of Incubi/Succubi Feasting

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51803188

[tenander]

27: MONSTER

-Do you have any monster OCs? (eg: vampires, werewolves, creatures, ghosts…)

OG Meredith, my Saints Row Boss for Saints Row 2-4, became an Incubus (and frankly, you could argue that OG Saints Row bosses are kinda monsters anyway... they're definitely not normal humans).

My Nu Saints Row boss is a snake kinda guy, though I am still undecided whether he is 'just' a snake or literally the devil.

(Play Saints Row)

Yukiro and his party are opposed by a group of oni and tengu... Blue Oni is their leader, Red Oni is his right hand man and personal attack dog, and the Tengu Sisters are their scouts and enforcers. (They don't have names yet.)

[number1yisuchongfan]

I like drawing Scout in cunty outfits in my Incubus Au, it makes him dressing causal and masc more… him, instead of putting on an act

Each one on its own

[colbypuppythebaker]

hey i hope you dont mind but my brain is broken in a specific way that means I wrote you some inbox fanfic for those incubus!alfyn sketches

"Look, I know a lot of other succubi and incubi like to pick up their prey in bars, but I wasn't lookin' for anything 'cept a good time. Scout's honor."

"Doesn't mean much coming from a demon."

"Okay, kinda racist but whatever. Look, I'm getting a medical degree for a reason, I WANT to help people. Killin' your prey when you can just catch-and-release always rubbed me the wrong way."

"Catch and release? What am I, a fish?"

"Call it payback for that comment. And we can just...not kill people when we eat. Ain’t that hard. Just have to exercise even a little restraint. Sap some energy and let 'em go, they just feel tired the next day."

"Is that why I feel like shit?"

"You drank an entire bottle of tequila last night, that's on you."

You have no idea how happy this made me. That's it, that's them!

I love this, thank you.

[thetristoneera]

Here ye, here ye.  As I begin to detail all of my characters from my 7th grade year in life.  You will be hipped to revisions since, then into the final product.  In their origin, "the Nasty Crew" was first created when Lumidee emerged.  Nyne, Thug French (Formerly AKA Thug Nasty) & Division were made to be music creators, influencers & talent.  As I put them in the Nasty Crew with Lumidee; I added Lindsay Lohan, Jessica Sutta & created more imaginative talent for the crew.  That would be traveling around the galaxy & outside of it; touring the sea of stars until their death dates.  They never planned on retiring until they couldn't perform anymore.  As I first made up the 100 Year Mark of super beings, they can live normally up to 97 years of age.  They begin to slow down but never deteriorate; they stay physically capable up until they have reached one hundred years outside of a womb with a detached umbilical cord.  When it's their time, they start to lose sight in a light at the end of a tunnel way; then cease all bodily functions.  Until I created immortality in this world...

With music being a traveling commodity; they can take their act to the next sector & next sector & next sector until they actually grow tired of living.  Immortality is a simple ask, because of the Species Wars; a new wish allowed the good folk to make immortality a simple desire in order for it to be blessed on a vessel.  For the continued existence of humans, devils & angels.  The Order for this crew is simple; spend three days performing over a weekend for six months, with a set show over a heavily managed tour.  In order to stay on that tour, they have their magical might; for their own protection.  Nyne, comes from the House of Barnes of this universe; he is of the middle set of children of his generation.  Older brothers are triplets, he was born with a twin sister; then there was their little brother.  Nyne comes from a highly dangerous up bringing or several, for his own betterment; once he heads off into the real world.  He grew up with a best friend, Etoro Vithius; both of them were into song writing, rapping, singing & performing.  It was only right, that they met in a summer camp before they began their journey into music.  Being hardcore sparring buddies is a constant inspiration for Stadium Cult.  Thug French holds the same sentiment of power training that they uphold.  Scouting for new talent is how he found them, then found Blake Rhymes, Division & Chocolate.  A lucrative set of entertainment they would come to be, but a marvelous brotherhood looks better on them.  Over a few years of gaining stardom, a chance encounter with Lumithick was their shoe in; in finally securing female talent for their touring dreams.  

One by one, all of them scouted the next lady to join Stadium Cult.  When they had seven, the girls got along to where they would keep their individual acts on top of making a new girl group.  Lips Alexus was a new feature of Stadium Cult, that 'super beinged' their stardom into triple platinum status.  The relief of hustling was over for this group of thirteen, they finally hit the big leagues in a big enough way to where they can survive on their talent alone.  They had means of creating their own cruise line spaceship; with the hardcore brutes & ladies that were on board, they had it developed into a battleship too.  For insurance purposes of making sure nothing happens to them or the people they are entertaining on board.  At the beginning of this story, Stadium Cult will be in their third year of triple platinum status; high from creating several new music projects amongst all thirteen of them.  Collabing with many music makers around the worlds, makes it so they will continue to make up new music.

Thug French is a warlock, hailing from Coven: Syél Voye.  He lyricizes as if he's casting a spell; end result, no choice but to enjoy his incubus ways.  Nyne is a licensed super hero, acts when he's not preparing, crafting or creating his talent of rapping like a Lil Nigga.  Division has been helping with the choreographing & show preparation fo all kinds of venues & scenarios.  He has been studying entertainment majority of his life, making it a piece of cake to handle dancers & stage hands from one world to the next.  Blake Rhymes is a songster who manifests Neo Country/Folk music.  Plays the guitar more like an incubus than he could sing; that's his gimmick, can apply a guitar to any sound.  Etoro Vithius is a songster who manifests Neo Bollywood/Pop music.  With his background in opera, it makes his voice more tremendous as he creates.  He always makes the crowds chant with him, no matter how small or big the venue.  Chocolate acts like a narrator, negotiator, veejay, deejay, public relations & hype man for it all.  So charismatic, you'd think he was an incubus at all times.  With the way he jumps in & out of performances; you can tell it's natural for him to keep a show on track.  Lumithick is a songstress & rapper of versatile dreams.  Siren made, bodacious with the vibes & always cool is her gimmick; everybody loves her.  la Angel is a princess of pop that oozes star quality, nonstop.  She is also a star of an actress, being on the magic moving picture square helps keep Stadium Cult in media; constantly looping.  Quenched is a princess of EDM, keeps it hot; even when the cameras aren't rolling.  Being a definite party girl has their pros; she abuses all of them & intensifies Stadium Cult's personal relations with strangers as they travel.  Whipz is known for bringing out the sexiness in females & males.  Even when it comes to lyrics, if it helps; she went to college for bow chica wow wow.   Ezmyrei is a songstress with a savvy sultry voice; mixing several lyrics into her projects has her labeled as a lyrical genius.  With a history of circus performing, she never misses her mark; it's always hot & high whenever she's solo.  Zatielle brings the rhythm & blues into EDM flawlessly.  Can make your soul quiver, ache & hallucinate; all in the same string of vocals.  She is ultimately superb at ad libing to her entire group & the fellas.  Then there's Twilly Via, Foxy Love is her god mother; I kid, I kid...  But am I?  Twilly Via is certifiably crazy, in all of the good ways.  Beneficial to any party, gathering, event, stage, performance & personality situation.  She is the definition of entertaining & knows how to map out a season for a reality show...

Base of Operations: the Spaceship: Stadium Cult / Alliance: the Super Warrior Guild / Occupation: Galactic Class Bards / Their Order: Cruise Line Holders That Tours Five Galaxies

[dvilsdesire]

The incubus was used to the heat of the Hells--along with the heat of passion--but Haarlep was also gifted with stamia that was likely far greater than his companion's. Gifted with wings, the walk was also a breeze for him. It was the boredom that drove the creature insane. Tree after tree... a rock... Hells, nature was so dull at times. He missed the screams of the debtors in the House of Hope, or the way his claws would rake down a certain devil's back and make him moan.

When Alaara and her little crew decided to camp for the night, Haarlep had crawled up one of the trees so he could see how far along they were. A few more days walk, he would guess. For him, it would have been so much quicker. He could have offered to scout, but that would mean he'd miss out on all the fun when it came to camp time banter, and that would have been a travesty.

The scent of sweat from their companions smothered his nostrils, making him crave the flesh, his tongue licking his lips.

From his position, he could see them all, unpacking, gathering wood for the fire, putting their tents up... and Astarion's ghost-like back with a familiar alphabet upon it. Now, now, wasn't that curious...

Leaping down, his wings guided him to a softer landing. "You have met with devils before, I see," he stated to the vampire, tilting his head curiously. "And here I thought I was your first." He pouted playfully, eyes large and sad.

@chaoticbard

@dvilsdesire with @chaoticbard

Another long day of trekking through the woods. Astarion felt his back on fire. The sweat and grime stuck between too sensitive skin and leather armor. He couldn’t wait until it was time to bathe to relieve himself. Deft hands worked at the straps. The leathers fell away one by one. His under-armor heaved off so his flesh became exposed to the cool, night air. Scars on display.

Red, irritated, and most importantly oh so very itchy. Muscles in his back twitched. Astarion reached where he was able to scratch and claw at them. A vain attempt to soothe the burning. A sigh of satisfaction escaped him when his regrowing claws ran over a particularly stubborn spot.

What was carved into him still a mystery. A damn mark of ownership. He wondered if the tree across camp with the gnarly bark would be any better. Rub his back against it until it stopped itching. If he was godsdamn lucky it would rub the scar into something else.

But Astarion resolved he had more decorum than that. Especially with so many eyes at camp and how meddlesome his companions were.

[bonanza-7]

Incubus Scout ;)

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[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

BTS DRABBLE-Min Yoongi 🎃

Halloween Series: Incubus Min Yoongi

It all starts with a dream, the most beautiful man you have ever seen, and the faint hint of a name upon the tip of your tongue when you wake-Yoongi. And soon-though you may be crazy-he’s not just appearing to you when you sleep. You see him everywhere on the streets of Greece-hints, flashes, hopeful glances in the crowd-a slight taste to bide you over until you can be with him once more in slumber. And then, one day, he appears to you in broad daylight-altogether too real-and tells you he’s come for what is his.  

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, Halloween, Spooky Season, BTS Drabble, Min Yoongi, Yoongi, Suga, Yoongi x you, Yoongi x reader, Incubus Yoongi

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive

Title: Mine

(Image Credit: @gehenna1986​ )

You blink open your eyes, and you instantly know-you are dreaming. 

It is apparent in the way the edges of your chamber haze in and out of focus, apparent in the way the darkness of the night seems muted and slightly softer, as if barely hiding the light from twinkling stars 

And it is altogether too apparent, when you meet the gaze of the man hovering above you. 

He is the most beautiful man you have ever seen-ebony hair falling over his brow and into amber colored eyes, warm and swirling with caramel color, fine, porcelain features, and full pink lips. And from his back, sprouts a pair of magnificent, leathery, onyx colored wings. 

And though you know you should be frightened to see a strange man above you, his closeness incredibly intimate with you, in the safety and space of your own bed, you are not, because after all-it is only a dream. 

As you consider this, the man speaks, and his voice-low and husky and smooth-makes your stomach clench in a pleasant manner, and fills your head with thoughts not becoming of a Greek lady. “(Y/N). You have my word, I will not take you unwillingly.” 

Curious, that he knows your name. 

You cock your head to the side, studying the way the foggy atmosphere of the dream slides across his sharp features, softening and dulling the curves of his jaw and nose, and without thinking-it is only a dream after all-you reach up, and cup the side of his face with your palm, letting your fingertips slide across the stretch of his cheekbone. “I am not unwilling.” 

His pupils darken at your murmured consent-blowing wide and black as he leans down toward you-and your breath catches in your throat, as his hands slide up the bare skin of your arms, making you shiver-before his lips slant to fit with your own. 

The kiss-unlike the man-is rough and sloppy and fiery, your teeth knocking together and tongues fighting to find space in each other’s mouths. 

His fingers find the straps of your night gown, pulling it down expertly and easily in the dark, even while keeping his mouth on yours, and as his fingers dance their way across your newly revealed skin, making you gasp, you cannot help but tangle your fingers into the dark hair at the base of his neck. 

It is just a dream after all. 

There is nothing, in the next few minutes, besides skin flush with skin and ravaging heat and mumbled words under panting, harsh breaths, and the moan of your name from between his lips and clenched teeth. 

And then, there is quiet, and the sound of the ocean waves from the open balcony and crickets chirping loudly from beneath the window that looks out over the garden, and you turn your head on your pillow to look at him beside you-eyes closed and chest still heaving as he fights to regain breath you stole from him-and you reach out, carefully, gently, and push back dark, damp hair from his forehead, admiring the flawlessness of his bare skin in the warm, comfortable feeling of the dream. 

He turns his head, and his honeyed eyes, still slightly out of focus, meet your own, and the corner of his lip curls into a half smile, revealing sharp, pointed front teeth in contrast to pink gums, and then he says hoarsely, “See you tomorrow, little dove.” 

And before you can respond to him, the room fades to black, and when you blink next, you are awake. 

********

“Two please.” You flash your fingers with the desired number to the old woman before you, and she nods, reaching out to brush aside the palm leaves covering her butcher table, as she grabs two haunches of venison for you and begins to bag them. 

You glance around the open air market-bustling with activity in the early morning-and the hairs on the back of your neck suddenly stand on end, making you feel uneasy, although you brush off the feeling, attributing it to the group of men three stalls down that are sniggering and talking about you behind their hands. 

Thanking the woman as she hands you the wrapped cuts of meat, you turn from the stall, just as a group of young boys-kicking a leather ball-stampede past you, almost stepping on your sandaled feet. 

Gasping, you stumble backward, catching yourself on the stall, and as they pass you in a cloud of dust and yells-through the residue they leave behind-your startled eyes connect with those of a stranger. 

Or almost stranger, because the sight of him-something oddly familiar and intimate swirling in his golden eyes as he watches you-is enough to freeze your breath in your throat. 

And then, as the woman at the stall asks if you are all right, you blink, and he is gone-taking the air of intimacy with him-and you are left trying to place where you know him for the rest of the day. 

And why he looked at you with such raw and unhidden desire. 

*******

The man visits you again that night-in the world of slumber and unhindered dreams. 

It is once again the same-flushed skin and slow, unhurried explorations of each other’s bodies, and kisses that bump teeth and intertwine tongues and leave you both wanting for more. 

Although, tonight, there is something different. 

“Yoongi.” You whimper out, as the sharp points of his teeth graze the hollow at the base of your throat, sending the pulse beneath the skin there into a frenzy. 

He pulls back from you-his eyes suddenly guarded-and his features are now stern and hard as he stares down at you, and you are caught off guard, wondering why he switched attitudes so quickly, until he says seriously, “Where did you hear my name?” 

“I didn’t.” You say, words stuttered, because you are worried suddenly, that you have upset him, even though he is merely a specter of your dreaming imagination. You continue. “It just came to the front of my mind and left the tip of my tongue naturally.” 

He visibly relaxes at your answer, his shoulders slouching, and reaches up with one of his hands to push a tendril of damp hair back from your skin, as he says softly, “Oh. That’s good, then.” 

“Good?” You question, tilting your head slightly, as you look up at him, curious what he means. 

“Yes.” He nods, and his lips pull back, just briefly, to reveal white teeth and the customary flash of his pink gums, as his longer fingers, still playing with your hair, swirl a strand around his finger as he studies you thoughtfully. “Not only are our bodies becoming one, our thoughts are as well.” 

You digest his words for a moment, mulling them over, and then you smile in return, reaching up with one of your own hands to trace over the sharp line of his cheekbone and then down to his jaw, admiring the way his bronze skin gleams in the light from the moon. “You know,” You say, as he closes his eyes and leans into your touch, and you move your admiring gaze to the strong pair of dark wings that sprout from his back. “You’re very beautiful, Yoongi.” 

He opens his eyes once more and meets your gaze, and his irises have darkened, as he reaches up to cover your hand with his own-palm warm and soft. “Not as beautiful as you, little dove.” 

His words and tone send a shiver down your spine-you’re not sure if it’s pleasant-but you can’t think too much into it, before his lips are back on yours and all other thoughts are gone from your head. 

********

“I think you’re crazy.” Nefeli scoffs, taking a sip of her drink as you sit-gathered at a table-in your garden a few days later. The brunette crosses her bare ankles, the long tunic she wears-edged in gold-brushing the cobblestones beneath where you sit as she raises a brow at you skeptically, watching you over the edge of her cup. 

“I could be.” You shrug, not really looking at her, as you aimlessly stir your drink around your own glass, watching how the red wine swirls and swirls like a crimson whirlpool-or like the warm, amber swirling of Yoongi’s irises when he looks at you. The thought makes your stomach clench, and you finally look back at your friend across the table. “Maybe I am crazy.” 

“You’re not crazy!” The other girl sitting across from you at the table leans toward you suddenly, looking at you seriously as she says, voice raised with irritation, “Don’t listen to her. Haven’t you heard the stories?” 

Nefeli rolls her eyes, but Zoe ignores her blatant mockery, as you glance over at your other friend, before asking curiously, “Stories?” 

“Yeah.” Zoe nods eagerly, her glass clutched tightly in her hands, as she leans toward you even more, if possible. “The stories about the Incubi.” 

“Zoe, you know those are just an old myth-just like the stories of the Gods and Goddesses coming down to earth to visit men.” Nefeli interjects heatedly, and Zoe shoots her a glare. 

“Not so!” She exclaims, waving her finger between the two of you, as she continues firmly, looking toward you once more, “Incubi are real, (Y/N). They’re nightmare demons-they enter your room while you sleep and take advantage of you-hopeful to spread their supernatural spawn among humans.” Zoe’s eyes are large, as she shivers, suddenly nervous. “My aunt experienced one. She said it was the scariest thing that’s ever happened to her-she was paralyzed, she couldn’t move-and the demon just had his way with her while she watched, mouth open in a silent scream.” 

“Hmmm.” You hum under your breath, already back to stirring the wine around in your glass once more. “But I don’t feel afraid. Yoon-” You start to say his name, but think better of it, since they already thought you were insane. “The man has never hurt me, and the entire experience is actually really enjoyable.” 

“He’s definitely tricking you.” Zoe goes on, as Nefeli rolls her eyes once more at your friend’s antics. 

“You don’t know that.” Nefeli interrupts Zoe, who turns to her, as they start to bicker heatedly between themselves over what is real and to believed, and what is all a farce. 

You glance up from your glass, the sounds of your friends’ fight fading, and suddenly, your heart thumps in your chest, as you catch a glance of a very familair-and very well known-male figure among the orchard trees at the back of the garden. 

Could it be....? 

And then the figure is gone, and the black wings you thought you saw upon his back are no more than a memory, as you shake your head and try to pull yourself back to the present. 

It was probably just a gardener, you reason with yourself, but you can’t help yourself from glancing once more to the trees, hoping to catch one last glimpse. 

******

Yoongi is like clockwork-appearing in your dreams every night for the next week-and though you are usually exhausted when you wake in the morning after one of his visits, you cannot help but hope to see him again. 

The way his long, slender fingers know your body now-inside and out-the way his mouth slots perfectly with your own-hot and insistent and pleasurable-and the way he looks so beautiful in the moonlight-ethereal and unreal-it’s all worth giving up sleep for. 

And so, when you sit in the cafe of the open street market that morning-exactly a week from the day you had been there last, when you felt the unnerving, somehow intimate gaze on you from across the street-you stifle a yawn, and take a sip of your drink, lazily watching the flow of people pass you. 

The merchants are loudly hawking their wares-meat and vegetables and animals and clothing-and the air is filled with a thin layer of dust, kicked up from dozens of sandals and the clopping hooves of horse drawn carts. 

You have always loved the lively atmosphere of the open air market-it is in direct contrast to the quiet, loneliness you feel pervades the air of your estate and garden. 

“May I sit down?” 

The deep, low voice-quiet and reserved-startles you, and you glance up at the man standing in front of the other empty seat at the table, and instantly, you get that feeling again-the same one from the market last week and the same one you experienced days earlier in you garden. 

A feeling of familiarity. Of home. 

“Sure.” You manage to say, although your heart is in your throat and your fingers are suddenly shaking, as the man-who you still do not know, even though he feels so intimate-offers you a polite smile and sits in the empty chair. 

“Do you know who I am?” The man asks, leaning toward you, fists propped under his chin, dark eyes scanning your face intently. 

What an odd way to start a conversation. 

“I don’t....” You begin to say, but your voice dies in your throat, because why, why does he seem so familiar? You swallow hard, and try again. “I’m not sure.” You answer honestly, fingers trembling against the handle of your cup. 

“Ah.” He sits back, a slight look of disappointment on his face, and then he cocks his head, like a curious bird. “It’s probably this disguise.” 

“What?” You ask, shocked into speaking by his odd choice of wording. “What’re you talking about?” 

You feel nervous, as you wait for his answer, glancing around you in case you suddenly need help, saving, from the strange man sitting across from you. 

The man smiles-and there is another pang of knowing in your chest-evident by the way your heart thumps painfully against your rib cage. “Shall I show you something, little dove?” 

That nickname. 

It can’t be. 

Before you can wrap your mind around what the man has just said, he sits back, and a slight shimmer of dark mist ghosts over his features and body, and then, as it clears, he is leaning toward you, and suddenly, you cannot breathe. 

It is him. 

Yoongi. 

The amber, swirling eyes, the dark, endless pupils, the slight curve of full lips up into a smirk-sharp teeth and pink gums peeking through with the expression-the ebony hair hanging over his forehead, perfect, elven features still as he watches you, and on his back-the pair of leathery, beautiful black wings. 

“Recognize me now?” Yoongi asks softly, lips still pulled into the hint of a smile, as he takes in your obvious astonishment. 

“How....”You stutter out, but change your tactic halfway through your sentence. “You’re real? I wasn’t dreaming?” 

He shakes his head, rustling the black bangs that fall into his eyes. “You weren’t dreaming. I’m real.” He reaches out a hand-palm up-across the table, but makes no move to touch you, letting you come to him. 

And you do so, resting your fingers gently in his outstretched hand, as you struggle to comprehend what’s happening, feeling his very warm, and very real skin, beneath the touch of your fingertips. 

“What are you doing here?” You breathe out, suddenly very aware that he sitting across from you-wings on full display-in the middle of the daylight. 

He tilts his head to look at you curiously, and then, eyes darkening as he stares at you, he says seriously, “I’ve come to claim what’s mine.” Your eyes widen, and his fingers curl around your own in a tight, unyielding grip, as he murmurs darkly, “I’ve come for you, little dove. Because you are mine.” 

And though his possessive words-and the way his features darken just slightly-should scare you, they don’t. Because this is Yoongi-the man who has visited you in your dreams for the past few weeks, the man-no the demon-who, though it went against his kind, would not take you unwillingly, who let you come to him. 

And so, following the pattern, you willingly come to him once more, one more time. 

You offer him a gentle smile from across the table, your fingers still clenched within his own, and once more, admire the way the sun reflects off the large pair of ebony wings that adorn his back, before you nod, and say, “That’s right. I’m yours-now and forever.” 

[ao3feed-tf2ships]

Intruder Alert! Red Incubus in the Base!

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58140955

by Stxuchii

After the events of Expiration Date, the RED Mercs need to find a new Scout! Little do they, know he brings something extra to the team. Along with a little secret.

I absolutely will die for Incubus Scout but there's Ike nothing so I made some of my own HEAVILY INSPIRED BY SCOOTNDSPOOKS INCUBUS!SCOUT WORK GO READ THAT TOO!!!!! Xx

Words: 429, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Scout (Team Fortress 2), Soldier (Team Fortress 2), Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Spy (Team Fortress 2)

Relationships: Scout/Sniper (Team Fortress 2)

Additional Tags: Succubi & Incubi, Incubus Scout (Team Fortress 2), Video: Expiration Date (Team Fortress 2), Porn With Plot, Work In Progress, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58140955