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number1yisuchongfan · 10 months ago
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This is based off a moment in my Incubus Scout fic on ao3 (x)
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united-as-one · 3 months ago
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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
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tag-that-oc · 7 months ago
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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
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agbpaints · 1 year ago
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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.
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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
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dcnt-preach · 11 months ago
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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🐇
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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 .
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— 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 .
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— 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 .
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— 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
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ao3feed-tf2ships · 1 year ago
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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
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tenander · 1 year ago
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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.)
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colbypuppythebaker · 1 year ago
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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.
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deepersea · 1 year ago
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the thoughts.
Incubus! himeru who feeds off of your desires...how he appears in your wet dreams and the experience is so vivid you wake up from the end of the session sweaty and out of breath with ruined sheets...how one dream of him becomes another before you end up going to bed craving a man you never even properly met, let alone know
someone who you thought was only an aspect of your dreams suddenly appears in the real world and completely throws you off balance yet something in you is pulling you into him that you can't just help but crave to know more about the man
sorry. Im very normal about meru (not) (I also imagine him wearing the bunny scout outfit when he's in Incubus mode but just trade the bunny ears and tail for demon horns and tail and we are all good //gets dragged away)
the thoughts!
i imagine meeting him after all of those dreams would be hilarious. because who would have ever thought that such a person actually exists outside of your brain? naturally you'd have to investigate. because do you really believe in coincidence? (or do you just not want it to be a coincidence?) either way, the mystery is intriguing all in itself and with the man in question, even more so.
you've come to very (not) normal about meru central, so you'll fit right in. (you won't get dragged away on my watch)
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number1yisuchongfan · 8 months ago
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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
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thetristoneera · 1 year ago
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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.
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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
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dvilsdesire · 25 days ago
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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...
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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.
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ao3feed-tf2ships · 3 months ago
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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
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bonanza-7 · 6 years ago
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Incubus Scout ;)
Commissions |  Redbubble | Ko-Fi | My art tag
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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​ )
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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. 
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“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. 
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“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.” 
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OKAY this is my second time being tagged in this & i was going to answer the first time but i got too overwhelmed trying to compile my list of top ten favorite albums of all time so i'm just gonna compile my top albums of all time but try not to list too many lol. in no particular order
(these are my music objectively the best albums of all time picks):
the dark side of the moon - pink floyd
the smiths - the smiths
OK computer - radiohead
vessel - twenty one pilots
unknown pleasures - joy division
sheer heart attack - queen
a night at the opera - queen
hawaii, part ii - miracle musical
three cheers for sweet revenge - my chemical romance
paranoid - black sabbath
because the internet - childish gambino
in utero - nirvana
ten - pearl jam
rage against the machine - rage against the machine
the colour & the shape - foo fighters
now here are my biased ones that are just the albums of all time to ME (guilty pleasure albums or albums that i think just are awesome to me):
i disagree - poppy
little dark age - mgmt
make yourself - incubus
i can't handle change - ROAR
juju - siouxsie & the banshees
twenty twenty / DECIDE - djo (they're at the same level for me)
trench - twenty one pilots
live & let ghosts - jukebox the ghost
marvin's marvelous mechanical museum - tally hall
good & evil - tally hall
the moon & the melodies - cocteau twins
faith - the cure
the rise of hobo johnson / the fall of hobo johnson - hobo johnson (i'm sorry when i say guilty pleasure i mean guilty pleasure ok)
regional at best - twenty one pilots
karaoke alone - the aubreys
Этажи - Молчат Дома
poppy.computer - poppy
safe travels - jukebox the ghost
scout - calpurnia
& im sure a lot more i forgot to mention. sorry this isnt at all what the tag game is just needed to type this lol
Tagged by @captain-marveloustime !
My top 9 albums of 2023!
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