#interview with a succubus

[wisteriasakana]

Welcome to Soe finally does a real devlog on Pink Pro (but first, she talks about something else) + little announcement!

This experience with jams has taught me that, as I am, the perfect deadline is a month and a half. If it's a full two months, I'll end up doing something else because "there's plenty of time", only to find myself doing it all in the second month/last three weeks.

BUT! It's not like I haven't done anything, what do you think?

[Part where I talk about other things]

🍨 In parallel with the development of Pink Pro, I collaborated with GrandPiekron on his This Tomb of Ours (Run and check it out, it's right HERE!).

It was great to be part of building a game from scratch and seeing it take shape! Maybe in the next few days, I could publish Erin's beta designs. Fun fact: Her sprite creation time was 10% sprite and 90% hair lock. As I already said for Clea and Aurel, the idea of making everyone bald is increasingly tempting.

At the moment This Tomb of Ours is not yet complete, literally only the ending is missing, but it is on its way. In the meantime, how about take a look at Doomstone, GrandPiekron's other game? It's complete, but I warn you that it's very dark.

🍨 My collaboration with @time-lapse-games continues, this time for a project that you will soon see on your screens.

Here, instead of sprites and busts, I am the main characters spriter and the betatester. When it's published, I'll obviously spam it here too!

🍨 As mentioned on Halloween, I'm getting help from two great people who can make Three Yellow Quartzes a game in existing English, and that involves discussing adaptations.

🍨 For the 100+ downloads (Thank you!) of Interview with a succubus, I contacted a Spanish translator to make it available in an additional language. I love Spanish and who knows, maybe one day I might be able to translate things myself! Hopefully in a more existent Spanish than my English.

I will never stop thanking acadizs for his translation and his patience with my requests.

🍨 Given the introduction of an additional language, I put my hands on Ren'py again to do a single build of Interview with a succubus.

I'd like to do other visual novels, maybe a little longer than ten minutes and more elaborate than two ending branches. I was a little sad that I didn't get to participate in the Once Upon a Time VN Jam, but 1. I had no ideas, 2. I wouldn't have had time even by mistake. I'm eyeing the Winter VN Jam but, barring a miracle, I seriously doubt I'll participate.

🍨 I would also like to go back to translating RPGs into Italian and I contacted again an author whose everything I translated except, like, their most important game. Living Playground: The Witch's Puppets, I'll come back to you!

🍨 I fixed a few things about The Night of the Candy Apple. I plan to make a dedicated devlog about it, once Pink Pro is published.

[/Part where I talk about other things]

I've been wanting to make "a pink game" for a while now. I love the aesthetic of games like The Huntress of the Hollow, Sweeter Yesterday and Dreaming Mary and I wanted to make something pink too. I also wanted to do something with sweets tilesets (You might have deduced this from the fact that I made a post on sweets tilesets-), so I decided to merge the two! When I decided to join jams, I decided that I would make my pink and sweets game for the Yuri Jam.

I've already written about the characters in their introductions, so what about the game itself? The game itself, in theory, is very simple: dialogues, cooking minigames, ending requirements, period. Then, of course, maps, sprites, CGs, music, sound effects.

So what's the situation like?

So geometric...

🍰 The maps are complete. They're the first thing I made and the first thing I finished! Obviously, Chocomill and com-sho could not be missing. I am very satisfied with how they turned out! (… Although I definitely need to practice more with exteriors. Maybe one day I'll be able to build a house other than a rectangle or trapezoid.)

🍰 The sprites are- The sprites for Chantal and Janet are complete. Margrit's would be complete too, if only I could make her tail decently.

As for now, the sprites of the others exist - Except Zora's, who is always the last. Poor Zora. They are not all 8-directions-complete, but it must be said that not all of them need 8-directions sprites-

🍰 The busts are complete! I still have to do all the expressions, though. If nothing else, they all have an average of 3/4 expressions, only Chantal has like eight.

🍰 CGs are almost finished! Only one left.

There's one that I'm extremely satisfied with, I hope you'll like it- Um, actually, it doesn't represent a happy scene, so I'm afraid you won't like it much-

Since I started using Clip Studio Paint not that long ago, I still make stupid mistakes that I notice eight hundred years later, possibly after publishing. Above all: smudged shadows, non-blended shadows and color that goes on the lineart. But I assure you that in traditional I know how to color within the lineart! I learned it in kindergarten!

🍰 The sound side is ready.

More importantly, Pink Pro will also have a customized music track! Maybe I'll talk about it more in depth in a future post, but in the meantime: thanks to DogStudio there will be a story section accompanied by a track that they wrote especially for the game! It has a very particular sound, and inspired me for the main musical genre.

I was sure of one thing: I didn't want to play the "jangling" music typical of sweets contexts. I find them cute, but I wanted to do something different. I hope you like the result!

🍰 On a separate note, since @time-lapse-games has been my sound designer for Three Yellow Quartzes and explained to me the whole philosophy behind the choice of sound effects (?), I pay more attention to the sounds and I feel like putting them even where I wouldn't have put them before. For anyone looking for sound effects for Anything, may Taira Komori's website be with you!

🍰 Venka's Crafting Script works!

… Well, inserting the latest recipes gave me a weird problem where recipes from, like, Number X to Number Y did not appear. I still have no idea why (I thought the numbers were connected to some variables that were also used in the game or other scripts, but that doesn't seem to be the case, so who knows?), but I solved it by simply dubbing the recipes that didn't appear in the number following Y onwards.

🍰 The cutscenes exist. It's a great achievement. The fundamental parts are there, the scenes of four out of five customers and the ending are missing. I hope I don't get stuck as usual-

And so?

Initially, I wanted to post the whole game in Italian, and then translate it as soon as possible - This is because, 100%, I would not be able to finish the game and translate it by the jam deadline. However, the RL has landed like a volleyball in your face as you walk courtside, and in the next few days I won't have as much time to dedicate to it as I would like.

SO! For the jam I will release a demo. If you stop to read the flavor texts and talk to everyone, the gameplay can last about twenty minutes. Seems like a good timing to me!

In this way, I will be able to publish both the Italian and the English versions. Since the game is 80% ready, I plan to get back to it as soon as I have a bit of a break.

And that's all for now!

To the next time! Hopefully with the demo-

[cloudabserk]

i like how armand and lestat talk about “calling” each other like they just talk all the time on their vampire radio. anyway ipad to ipad communication

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

[rarepears]

Top 5 weirdest ways Cang Qiong first met Shen Qingqiu’s husband, Shen Yuan, before Shen Qingqiu was finally willing (forced) to do introductions

1. Found in a Succubi nest taking notes. Liu Qingge was assigned a mission to look for an “abducted young noble or rich person taken by succubus” and tada there was Shen Yuan merrily chatting away with the barely clothed ladies asking a million questions (and also sneaking in some pleas to help him win over his angry spouse)

2. Sighted in a brothel taking notes while interviewing a brothel patron (Tian Langjun in human disguise), Mu Qingfang coming down to town to give free check ups to the local village

3. Coming out of the sect leader’s bedroom - Shang qinghua delivering the budget reports

4. Coming out of Shen Qingqiu’s bedroom holding a large pile of dirty bedsheets. Qi Qingqi just assumed this was a mere servant and paid no mind, going so far as to order for dessert and snacks to be brought to the table and then getting angry when the servant ignored her

5. Walking out of a just killed snake’s mouth covered in blood from stabbing said snake through the mouth Harry Potter style. The peak lord in question just brushed it off as his drunken imagination.

[aphrodicci]

ᴀꜱᴛᴇʀᴏɪᴅ ʙᴇʟʟᴀ [695]

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get a chart reading done!

❦  asteroid bella [695] is an asteroid that means beauty, how and where you value beauty. this asteroid is also about your beauty on an energetic level, and how it manifests and shines.

♇ ASTEROID BELLA IN 1H/ARIES ⟶ very in your face beauty, sharp and very bold. strong features, cheekbones are strong. head might be prominent even forehead. can value beauty a lot and even chase it. can even chase compliments. embracing sexuality, and very bombshell type of beauty. nice body and even chest. might have a beauty spot on their face or body.

♇ ASTEROID BELLA IN 2H/TAURUS ⟶ can value beauty a lot. can only feel valued when they feel beautiful, very earthy type of beauty. like garden fairy or nymph type of attraction. very good singers, could like to kiss a lot. might buy a lot of beauty and self-care products. very feminine beauty, makes the people around them calm, and can have a really nice scent and voice.

♇ ASTEROID BELLA IN 3H/GEMINI ⟶ the girl next door type of beauty. my friend's "sister" or like the school crush. could never see them again type of beauty. could either be careless about their beauty or could be very anxious about it. they could be the type of people to care about the trends, influencer type of essence like leah halton and can be a charming person, very flirtatious. could look similar to a relative.

♇ ASTEROID BELLA IN 4H/CANCER ⟶ looking like your mother type of beauty, could have nice chests and cheekbones, the "i want to make you my wife or baby mother " type of beauty, beware of trappers! many beauty spots especially around chest area. classical type of beauty, like old hollywood. luscious hair and mysterious type of essence, classic television type of beauty, childhood crush and very sea mother type of energy.

♱ ASTEROID BELLA IN 5H/LEO ⟶ youthful but glamorous type of beauty. curly/big hair like starfire type of beauty. nice posture, could pose a lot, very 2000's beauty, not y2k aesthetic specifically. born for the spotlight, gold highlights and being a superstar type of essence. "i think you're famous" or "i think i've seen you before" type of beauty. stuck in your mind. could have beautiful children, creative and expressive style, many colours or dramatic makeup.

♱ ASTEROID BELLA IN 6H/VIRGO ⟶ classy type of beaut, might look for trends you could fit in. clean girl type of beauty; can chase beauty and could strive for perfection. "office girl" type of essence, glasses and cosplaying as another identity. wants to be better than other people, others could feel judged around them. work crush type of beauty. other people could envy your looks.

♱ ASTEROID BELLA IN 7H/LIBRA ⟶ temperance card/angel type of beauty. approachable, looks like a kind person, reminds me of the type of girl you would see in a perfume advert. light colour palette. flowy hair could be straight, can be very hip when it comes to their beauty, "she's like a rainbow" type of beauty, from the song she's a rainbow by the rolling stones. very beautiful people, could be known for that, and might take care of themselves all the time and could care of the opinions of others too much. could look nice in suits.

♱ ASTEROID BELLA IN 8H/SCORPIO ⟶ striking beauty, like a vampire. van helsing/dracula's brides. or like form interview with the vampire. could intimidate other people, other people would want to know your secrets. embracing sexuality and putting dark make up on yourself with white eyeshadow, it reminds me of alexa demie and gabriette. dark hair, luscious, big fur cat, wide and sharp smile, more succubus than siren.

♇ ASTEROID BELLA IN 9H/SAGITTARIUS ⟶ another very in your face type of beauty, colourful beauty, might be fetishised, "exotic beauty", very catchy beauty; ambiguous as well. golden skin, type of holiday romance type of crush, can look good in a variety type of make up, especially blues. dimples and a lot of beauty moles, very nice hair, the attractive person in an air port. the type to be everybody's type. easy-going energy, makes other people laugh, and their humour also makes them attractive.

♇ ASTEROID BELLA IN 10H/CAPRICORN ⟶ another classic beauty, being a model type of beauty. slicked back hair and up do's. type to influence other people with their styles, strong and sharp features, either jaw, cheeks or eyebrows. can look good in either muted or bold colours, women in suits, intimidating beauty, cares about how they look. another indicator of work-crush type of beauty, are known for their attractive features, could have a nice body as well.

♇ ASTEROID BELLA IN 11H/AQUARIUS ⟶ very other-worldly type of beauty, alien, mermaid and fairy. the type to rock every outfit you wear, creating trends and could gain fame on the internet because of your looks. being eccentric makes you liked by other people, could be the friend crush, or you crush on other friends. could also manifest to your friends friend having a crush on you. "i did it first" type of beauty, like make up trend other people might find weird in the beginning but as time passes they would follow it.

♇ ASTEROID BELLA IN 12H/PISCES ⟶ mystical beauty, past lover type of beauty. "i think i know you from another life." haunting and siren beauty. like a ghost, has the type of essence that'll make other people want to drop everything for you. but could chase compliments/people. others could envy your beauty. glamour magick type of attraction. could be watched a lot, can draw people in easily. people could stalk you because of your looks. could remind other people of the fae, could be the one that envies other people.

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♇ pluto

[ozzgin]

Welcome to the first round of Monster Dating, where five creatures compete in order to become your forever mate! For our Valentine's Day special - and given the festive occasion - we won't have anyone eliminated...yet. You can, however, vote your favorite of the round, which earns you a special date with the winner.

Get to know the participants in this little introductory round.

[Monster Dating Show Series] | [Participants Intro & Art]

Participant A: Exes? I couldn't care less about other monsters. I don't know, I guess I'd ghost them, or something? Look at me, I can just vanish the hell out of there.

[The camera zooms in, giving the audience a closer view of the pair of pants sitting on the chair. From the pocket, a small keychain dangles outwards: Human fucker for life.]

Mr. Host: Say, you're a bit of a human weeb, aren't you?

[The invisible hands are shoved inside the pockets, and the participant's chair groans lightly]

You: ...A what?

Participant A: I can't tell if you're trying to mock me with that kind of wording, but I'll let you know I'm a proud human fucker indeed! Why else would I be here? My beep only goes up for those sweet, little furless creatures.

[You look at the camera with an awkward smile as Mr. Host shuffles his papers and whispers another lecture about obscenities and lawsuits]

Participant B: How I deal with exes? Oh, I just devour them, really. How else would I maintain this?

[She leans sideways in her chair, pinching her plump thigh to prove her point. Mr. Host gestures at the cameraman to wipe the drool and zoom back out already]

Participant B: But you don't have to worry about that, (Y/N) darling. I'd never eat you! Well, not in the literal sense, anyway. [she glances down at your groin and smirks]

Mr. Host: Hey hey hey, behave yourself! [he snaps his fingers in front of the demoness]

Participant B: Of course! I wouldn't just jump out of my seat and actually act on it. Who do you take me for?

[After a short pause, she lunges at you, and you both tumble to the floor. Mr. Host begins screaming about etiquette, waving his arm at the camera crew and signaling for an ad break]

[The screen plays an advert about the latest flavor of monstrous instant noodles: Hellish Fires]

[Minutes pass. The channel finally switches back to live. You're sitting in your chair, legs squeezed shut and face flushed red. The succubus stares ahead with a smile and wet, glistening lips. Mr. Host is checking the remaining questions with a defeated expression]

Participant C: Oh, well...To be honest, I've never actually...

[The drider begins to fidget, avoiding the camera. You place a hand on his arthropod appendage]

Mr. Host: Right, you spent most of your life collared up, eh? Is that your thing, or...

Participant C: I didn't really...have a choice. [he scratches his cheek, searching for words] Anyways, I guess I'd-...Hmmm...strange. I can only picture myself as the ex. Which is probably the most realistic scenario. I mean, look at everyone else. What am I even doing here? I don't have any special powers - have I mentioned I can only create barriers? - and I'm rather plain-looking. You'd probably break up with me. Would I accept that? Sure. What else could I do? Don't get me wrong, I'd never move on. I'd mop around for the rest of my life, miserable and alone... [he continues rambling about his misfortunes]

[Mr. Host frowns at the camera crew, tapping his pen against the stack of papers. This guy's a special kind of pathetic, he thinks with pursed lips. Should they cut his interview short? No, not yet. There's some charm to it, after all. It'll tickle the sympathy of the audience. Poor, sweet boy, they'll think with shy tears. Hell, they might even watch merely out of pity! One can almost discern the dollar signs reflecting in the gorgon's eyes]

Mr. Host: Fantastic thing you got going there, boy! Save some of the sob stories for the later rounds, though.

Participant D: ...A what?

Mr. Host: You know, an ex-partner. Someone you're no longer dating.

[His screen goes black, and the eldritch creature begins computing]

Participant D: I'm afraid I've never 'dated' anyone. I have only existed within the void.

[A moment of silence. You glance at the camera, and Mr. Host flips through his pages. Clearly this wasn't part of the plan]

Mr. Host: Alright, let's put it this way; if you had a partner, and you broke up-

Participant D: Nonsense.

Mr. Host: Excuse me?

Participant D: I would not engage in any kind of courting unless I was certain of our compatibility. There would be no break up. [the TV head turns towards you, glitching eyes multiplying on the old screen] Rest assured, my dear (Y/N); I am not here out of some whim or mere desire. I have determined, with statistical accuracy, that we are fated to be together.

Mr. Host: A lot of confident contenders here, huh? We'll see how your math does in the next rounds, my man!

Participant E: What a puerile kind of question. Is this how you plan to gain viewers?

Mr. Host [visibly annoyed and insulted]: It's a preliminary round, boy. The audience - well, (Y/N), I mean - needs to know you, build some rapport with you! Are you to be trusted? Do you keep your previous partners around? These things matter, you know.

Participant E: Complete fodder. [he sighs, then leans back] I don't waste my time with romance. There's no "exes" to be had. [he looks at you with a determined gleam] So don't bother worrying; once you're mine, there's nothing coming in between.

[You turn away from the camera, a faint blush on your face]

Mr. Host: Now wait a moment, no time for romance? Why the hell are you here, then? It seems to me that the human is some sort of treasure to be won and displayed, the way you put it.

[Mr. Host leans into his microphone and whispers something. The audio team plays a fake track of people gasping in shock]

Participant E: Call it however you want, it doesn't change the fact I'll win this foolish game. [he crosses his arms, unbothered] Mark my words, human. There's no one better than me here.

[Mr. Host opens his mouth to speak, but reconsiders it. He glances at the camera mischievously. Should he tell the proud naga that there won't be any battles, just 'foolish games'? No, he'll realize it himself very soon...]

Special Guest: If you ask me, there's no place for friendship once it's over. I go for a clean cut!

Mr. Host: I see your point. What if you meet them spontaneously, though? Say...on the street, out in the world.

Special Guest: Huh? No, I don't keep them around. Why would someone else take them?

[The mantis creature considers the question again, then looks at you sheepishly]

Special Guest: Unless you want to have them?

You [shuffling in your seat]: Y-Your exes?

Special Guest: Their heads. Oh, I'm sorry, perhaps I wasn't clear; I behead them. I could offer them to you as trophies, if you'd like.

[Your hand involuntarily wraps around your throat, protectively]

You: No, thank you.

[The mantis lifts a bladed arm, demonstrating a swing]

Special Guest: Well, if you ever need me to take care of a pesky partner...Not to brag, but I'm the best when it comes to keeping it spotless and quick. [he grins at you flirtatiously]

[bunnis-monsters]

Monster Fucker Guide Intro

As the rise of monster and human relationships becomes more obvious, the people want to know one thing in particular…

How do I fuck that monster?

Well you’re in luck!

After conducting several interviews with different couples of varying species, we’ve compiled a list of certain things you want to look out for when romancing your monster.

These guides answer commonly asked questions, and help guide you towards which monster is right for you. Click/tap on the monster you’re interested to see which one suits your interests best!

Which monster are you interested in(more will be added if requested)?

Vampires

Werecreatures

Hybrids

Orcs

Ghosts/Spirits

Zombies

Incubus/Succubus

Demons

Fairies

Elves

Dragons

Slimes

Nagas

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•GUNS N ROSES•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆

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☆•Axl Rose•☆

♡Welcome Audience

♡Spanking

♡Jacuzzi Time

♡Nervous Wreck

♡ Christmas Cards

♤Caught Up In His Life

♡Pick Up The Pace

♡ Jealousy is Pretty on You

♡ Car Times Party Times

☆•Duff McKagan•☆

♡Subby Duff

♤Forgotten Anniversary

♡Much Needed Break

♡Duff x M!reader

♤♡Lack of Communication (pt.1 + pt.2)

♡More Subby Duff

◇Gentle Loving

◇ A Bloody Mess

♡Pull Over

♡Put Those Panties On

☆•Izzy Stradlin•☆

♡Subby Izzy

♡Breeding Kink

♡Back blown out

♡Spanking

♡♤Baby Trap You For A Tour

♡Somnophilia

♡Poor Puppy

☆•Slash•☆

♡Sixty Bucks

♡Not So Hidden Fantasy

♤◇Mine

♡Even the Score

♡Jealousy

◇Christmas Pajama's

♤♡The Not so Princely Prince Charming

♡Special Interview

◇Sick Day

♡Drunken Dog

♡Pretty Titty

♡Mutt

◇Snakes in the Sheets

♡Say it Back

♡Insecurity

◇Modern AU

♡Rehab Romance

♡Thigh Love

♡Edging

♡Cockwarming

♡Brat Taming

♡Charity Work

♡Thigh riding

♡Tour Bus Sex

♡Subby Slash

◇ADHD reader

♡Size Kink

◇Chronic Tummy Aches

♡Pegging

◇♡Gender Swap Stuff (pt.1 + pt.2)

♡Arranged Rebel

♡Corruption Kink

♡Unique Band Practice

♡Bottom Slash

♡Age Gap Relationship (pt.1 + pt.2)

♡Take Me With You

♡Spanking Slash

♡ The Best Present

♡ Party Favours

♡ Happy New Year

♡ No Food in the Kitchen

♡ I can't keep coming up with titles for sub Slash

♡Just Fuck Off

♡His New Toy

♡No More Fucking Buts!

♡A Puddle of Pleasure and Pain

♤◇Angry in Love

♡ Lost Deodorant

♤♡Succubus Slash

♡Lost Somewhere In Time

♡ Tit Sucking Comfort

♤♡You Won’t Fuck Me Right

♡ Stop at the Touch

☆•Steven Adler•☆

◇Soft Dom Headcanons

♡Brat Taming

♡Breastfeeding Kink

☆•Multiple members•☆

♡Bingo

♡Izzy x reader x Duff (pt.1 + pt.2)

◇Aftercare

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♡ smut

◇ fluff

♤ angst

[wisteriasakana]

After years of procrastination and second thoughts, I decided to join some jams – Both to see if I’d ever be able to meet some deadlines imposed by others, and to, like, actually produce something.

This is my participation in the O2A2 Visual Novel Jam, aka Only One of Any Assets Visual Novel Jam. I’m triple satisfied: I was able to produce something, I did it within the given time limits and I also started using Ren’py!

It’s Interview with a succubus, and these are the coordinates:

❤️ Available on Itch.io (Click me! Click me!) ❤️ In English (The Italian version will come later, because one of the limitations of the jam is a text of up to 1000 words and, at the moment, I don’t want to polish the Italian version-) ❤️ 3 endings  ❤️ About 5 minutes of reading ❤️ Major warnings are few obvious sexual references and mild language. Nothing happens, but it’s still recommended for 15+

It’s short and silly, but I hope you like it!

[random-blurbs]

Made for the Camera

Iron Fist x reader

a/n - i just love hot fictional men (lowkey ass but free smut is good smut; requests are open 🙂‍↕️)

You had rehearsed this so many times in the mirror as you flashed a beaming smile, hearing the clicks run rampant in exchange. The flashes of the camera was killing your eyesight as you tried to maintain your normal composure. “Any plans to join an agency?”

“Any lovers?”

“Show us a trick?”

You felt your eyebrow twitch in annoyance hearing the stereotypical questions these interviewers always have. In the corner of your eye you see your manager motioning a smile onto his face. Directly towards you. Suppressing your anger you just continued posing, there’s worst things in the world and this isn’t one of them. You can’t complain when you’re practically made for this life. Never wanting anything more than be adored and captured forever in time.

Waving your goodbye to the crowd you let your manager direct you towards the event, familiar faces coming to view. It was a gorgeous event filled with every known superhero to exist. To thank them for all their hard work while shoving food down their throats. “So we’re going to meet the investors of that clothing brand you worked with last week.”

“Wait which one? Because one of the assistants tried getting grabby and it was just weird.” You shuddered stopping the waiter from walking off thanking him for the glass of champagne. “It’s the one with the name I can’t pronounce-.” Groaning he smacked your arm lightly reminding you to fix your attitude in these type of settings.

“I don’t want to.” You whined making him shake his head, “Don’t matter that’s where the money is.”

“Randy my man! How are you!” Not skipping a beat to abandon you at a social function he barely spared you a glance wanting to catch up with the random man leaving you to sip your drink. At least he isn’t in your ear telling you your future depressing plans. “You ok?” Not noticing the tall man right beside you, you immediately apologized realizing you were in-front of the drink bar blocking his way.

“You’re fine.” Offering you a kind smile you see him debate on what drink to get, but he left you feeling stupid as you were struck by his looks.

He is one fine-

“Astralis right?” Snapping you out of your thoughts you quickly nodded your head noticing his eyes were back on you, “And you’re Iron-Fist?” It immediately sounded stupid when those words left your lips as it takes one look at his outfit to know who he was. Who doesn’t know him? Those bandages really hug all the right muscles-

You can’t get distracted.

But jeez you did not know how attractive he was in person. You’re not stupid you know a fine man when you see one. But those interviews you watched on TV did not do him justice, up-close where you can see his boyish grin for yourself he had you whipped. How does one look hot and cute at the same time? Noticing your distressed face, he chuckled, an unknown glint in his eyes. “I was just asking since I’ve noticed your work. You seem to be quite the person.” Taking notice of his tone, he was careful to choose his words for some reason. To be fair he doesn’t really need to take care he can say anything to you at this point and you’ll take it. “The legendary Iron-Fist noticing me? I am one lucky person.”

He noted the look you were giving him, a seductive smile now taking place on your face. “You really aren’t subtle about this.” He laughed quietly, hoping the drink drowns his nerves noticing the tentative steps you’re taking towards him. “Can you blame me? I don’t need anybody snatching you up.” You admitted leaving him stun at your confident words not used to being one-upped, he bit the inside of his cheek looking around him if anyone is seeing the same thing he is.

You have to be some succubus sent to him, and if you were…- they won. He’s giving in. “Do you charm everyone you usually meet?” You suddenly ask, never giving him time to recover from your previous words. “No, I only turned it on for you.” He didn’t give you some lengthy explanation of how you’re the only woman in his life that you’re used to hearing to excuse their sleeping around. Not that you care; when you’re in the mood you just want to get to it. Quick and simple with his words it made a smile be drawn onto your face. “Did you come in here wanting to…” Trailing off you made the childish finger in hole motion making him finally laugh out-loud.

“To be fair I came for a drink.” Reminding you of how you guys even met to begin with. “And if anything… I was going to ask-.”

“Y/N, Y/N! She’s over here she’ll love talking to you! Hey Y/N!” Groaning you offer him an apologetic look which he waved off, painfully so. Your manager somehow within the time gone has gotten himself drunk, and brought more clients to deal with. "Randy what did I say about this." Giving a strained smile to the clients behind Randy's back, you pull his ear close to your lips. “I don’t pick up clients at these events. You know the reason why-!”

“You should be grateful to me.” You didn’t know if you looked more offended or Randy did. But seeing his face as if he was a victim was enough to piss you off even further. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“We can chat about this real quick if you don’t mind!” The clients tried cutting in, pissed that they’re interrupting your conversation, but you knew better than to tell them off. “Just give me a moment.” They seemed to ignore your annoyed smile, trying to continue the conversation while shoving their business cards your way.

Going to begrudgingly grab their card to maintain face even after their annoying act, a pair of rough hands quickly swiped it away from them. “I know a couple of people that are willing to take this.” He stood in front of you letting you see the true stature of the man you wanted to be in bed with already. Not wanting to make it awkward he looked as if he was genuinely checking out the cards leaving the client’s frazzled. "O-Oh wait it wasn't fo-!"

"She's busy talking to her manager why don't we go somewhere?" Walking past you with a wink his arms wrapped around the annoying client's neck dragging him away as he had playful smile on his face.

Has it been that long where someone gives you some basic decency, you want them more.

You’re too fucked up in the brain for this. Hoping to see him again in better circumstances you turn your attention back onto your drunk agent wishing you gave him your number.

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“Long time?” Maybe it was the strange predicament that you’re in. Said predicament being the reason why all the blood is rushing to your head. Same predicament that has you tied up upside down, with an attractive masked man beside you.

“Quite.”

You see him practically admire the handy-work of the assholes who tied you up still leaving you woozy. “You trying to get an idea for later?” He quirked an eyebrow amused as if time never gone by you two.

3 months exactly.

Months of settling on seeing your face on the tv.

Who knew he’ll be longing for a woman he only met once.

He wants more of you in any way you’ll give him.

“You want to say please?” Rolling your eyes you tried lifting your head to relieve the starting pain. “Don’t be like that.” He teased twirling your hair around his fingers, delicate touches that has you shivering.

“You truly know how to woo me.”

“Since you asked so politely.” Sarcasm lacing his voice, he efficiently got you down, taking care in setting you down. “How did you even find me?”

“Your agent was worried about you, you haven’t been picking up his calls.” Thanking your agent internally you winced feeling how much the rope dug into your ankles. Without skipping a beat you felt his arms scoop under your legs, letting out a gasp as your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck. “Still- you telling me this wasn’t on purpose?” He didn’t have to know you were going to heal your leg taking advantage of the feeling of his chest against your body.

“Aren’t you glad to see my face.”

You’re thankful in more ways than one for his face but he doesn’t need the ego boost. “Is there a way to repay you?”

Casting you a knowing look you lightly slapped his chest ignoring right off the bat how strong it was. “Like something actually nice.”

“You are something nice.” Can’t help but giggle you looked around trying to find anybody, “Where did you put them?”

“Gave them over to the police they’re cleaning it up now.” Biting your lip nervously, it’s not like you have free time at the drop of the hat, your agent would probably have you modeling tomorrow and you’ve been overdue for some patrols.

“What if I repay the favor here then?” He wasn’t too surprised by your offer, and he’s not too surprised by his own feelings towards it.

“Do you really think you can handle it?” Purposing making it have double meaning you looked up at him with a pleading look, “Oh c’mon you wanna waste this chance?”

You both knew the answer to that.

Maneuvering your legs to wrap around him feeling his hand cupping your ass to keep you up, using his other hand to grip onto your neck tightly pulling you in a heated kiss. Sighing happily against his lips you felt his tongue tease yours, squeezing your ass closer, feeling his dick harden against you. Tugging at your hair, exposing your neck, he bit into it feeling you squirm underneath him. He sucked onto your neck softly, as you let yourself just enjoy the moment. Feeling the desperation from him with every kiss he sets you on a broken counter letting him position his body between your legs. Reconnecting your lips you felt his costume underneath your fingers, it wasn’t cheap but it was thin enough to press against him feeling the sturdiness of his body. How his giant hands rested on your hips keeping you steady, nipping his lip playfully to feel how those hands grip onto you tighter, feeling the warmth against your skin, wanting those hands to be everywhere on you.

“You could’ve had this so much sooner.” He murmured taking off your shirt with no problem feeling the air nip at your chest. “It was obvious you wanted to do it.” Letting him ramble, you just tugged at his hair directing him towards your chest with a mischievous glint. He can’t even fake an annoyed expression as you knew he wanted every part of you. Peppering kisses across your chest, you would feel his wet tongue lap at it every once in awhile, before sucking on the spot making you moan out in pleasure. Fondling your left tit as he snapped your bra off before latching himself on your nipple. Shivering at the warm feeling of his mouth you sighed contentedly as you felt his tongue swirl around it, teasing it lightly making you buck into his body. Wrapping your fingers around his black hair, you gave it a harsh tug feeling the vibration of a moan on your nipple from him exciting you further. “You missed me that bad?” You teased making him pull away from your nipple with a pop, flashing his cocky grin at you.

“Yeah I did. Are you going to deny you did?” Letting your hands caress his cheek your hand messed with the yellow mask covering his eyes. You couldn’t read his expression, but his body did enough talking. His heavy breathing, his curious hands, his mouth. “Of course not.”

“Then why didn’t you come see me.” It almost sounded pathetic making you grin at him, he wouldn’t admit how that made him feel.

“I’m a hard-working person. Who else is going to pose in front of the cameras if not for me.” He let out a laugh making you pause, “You don’t have to work yourself to the bone for that.”

“I’m not. It’s as easy as breathing, I look good no matter what.” He believes whole-heartedly that you are the most gorgeous person he’s laid his eyes on, but he had his fair share of cameras and it was anything but easy. “Just because you suck at it doesn’t mean I do.” You jab pushing him away from you, glaring at him. “Oh c’mon it wasn’t like that. Really I’m sorry Y/N.” Holding onto your cheeks he placed a soft kiss on your nose, trying to seem as apologetic as he can, he really didn’t mean to come at your job like that simply not on the same page of difficulty for a job like yours. “Where is it?”

He was confused as you practically manhandled his body, patting down his outfit as your hand lingered over certain parts trying to look for whatever you are. “What are you talking about?”

“Your phone.” Still confused he reached behind his waist belt pulling out his phone, handing it over to you. Opening the camera, he saw you swipe to video before passing it back to him. “I’ll prove to you that I always look good, from any angle.”

Whatever he did in his past life to deserve this moment he just thanks the Gods for it. He didn’t need anything more.

“Are you sure? I might look better than you in it.” He baited as you nonchalantly shrugged your shoulders. “You wish.” This was not an opportunity he wanted to waste. Propping his phone up to capture the two of you, he already sensed a snarky comment coming his way making him clamp his hand over your mother, making your eyes widen in shock. “I’ll just fuck you in every angle to see if we can find one.” Swallowing nervously you couldn’t help but blush feeling his big hand completely cover your mouth.

“So let’s start with this one.” Gripping onto your hair tightly you groaned as you felt him push you down, knees scraping the floor. It felt intimate as you hand grasp the edge of his pants, swiftly pulling everything down, trying not to look impressed about the size in front of you. Spitting on it your hands wrapped around it started to jerk him off immediately making him moan aloud. Feeling his warm dick as your hand moved up and down slowly before letting it touch your lips softly. Opening your mouth you felt it get bigger in your hand as you started to suck on it. In a consistent motion you sucked on the tip, with your hand stroking him at the base hearing him let out a louder moan. “Fuck…” Every noise that escaped his lips gave you more of a want to please him, wanting his moans to be all you hear, as you let your tongue twirl around the tip. “You’re right about this angle at least.” Peering up at him you feel yourself get more impatient at the sight in front of you. Looking down at you with a blissed out smile, letting out airy moans, his cheeks were flushed red as you see his chest move up and down, eyebrows knitting whenever you take him all in your mouth hearing you struggle below him. If you could see the what he was seeing as he let his hand rest on your cheek stroking it softly, for the encouragement to continue a little longer. Feeling your tongue press the tip of his dick almost finished as he tapped your cheek, “I’m almost done, mo-.” Letting out an unexpected loud moan he felt you bottom out, sucking him whole. “H-hey!” Feeling your hand tighten around his thigh you looked up at him innocently, you wanted him cum right there right now.

Holding onto the top of your head, he let out a desperate moan as he tried holding it back, “You’re gonna make me cum stop!” With no sign of stopping, he finally wrapped his fingers around the hairs on the back of your head, tugging at his harshly making you get off his dick effectively. “You can’t be mad that you were getting good head.” You challenge making him chuckle, “You’re so fucked.” Throwing you over his shoulders you let out a yelp at the sudden change, trying to hold in a yelp as his hand smacked your ass painfully so. Kicking his pants to the side he propped you against the counter, ass-up tearing off your pants before bringing his hand down for another hard slap. Letting out a yelp of pain you tried telling him off but were met with fingers being shoved down your mouth. “Just shut up and enjoy it.”

Didn’t have to tell you twice.

Palming your ass, as it soothed the stinging pain he just brought upon it, you hear him spit on his free hand, feeling the teasing fingers by your hole. Brimming with anticipation you let out a choked out moan feeling the stretch of his finger in it, his hand was anything but normal. With already one finger you felt so good knowing how big his hands are you bucked into his hand motioning for another one. “God you are such a slut.” His raspy voice accused letting another finger in as you tried not to bite onto his fingers in your mouth. Your body felt flushed as you feel the stretch of his two fingers being pumped in and out in perfect rhythm. The squelching coming out of you egged him on, wanting to hear more, wanting to be the reason why there is more. Adding one more you practically bit down on his fingers feeling full off of those. He felt every part of your body accept him, as your ass was practically bouncing back onto his fingers desperate for him to continue, the flutter of your hole sucking all his fingers in he can only assume how it would feel on his dick. Taking out his fingers from your mouth, you let out a drawled out moan as you feel him pump his fingers out quicker. His free hand was immediately put to work as he messed with your clit, making you gasp in pleasure, “W-wait!” The motion of his fingers was getting too much for your body, and you refuse to let it end early. “Now you want me to stop?” Realizing how bad this is falling back onto you, you grip onto the counter tighter as you tried controlling your breathing, feeling yourself coming down soon. “P-please… I just want you in me.”

“That was going to happen regardless.” You practically feel the confidence overflowing from behid you as you tried biting back a scream feeling his quickened pace having you on edge. “It’s ok baby just do it.” He encouraged as his fingers stretched you deliciously so feeling the former hand now resting on your ass, maybe he knew you had a thing for his hands, making sure you feel it caress every inch of your ass, the warmth burning your skin as you bit onto your lip, “Nu-uh.” Gripping onto your lower jaw he helped you keep it open as you let out a string of moans, music to his ears as he hears you come undone, begging him to go faster. Feeling your hole suck his fingers in deeper coated with all your juices, as your ass bucked into his fingers consistently. “Fuck… right there…just-!”Jaw going slack as you cried out riding out your orgasm feeling yourself tighten around his fingers, every part of you feeling sensitive as you tried pulling yourself off of him; feeling weak at your knees his hands being the only reason why you’re still up.

“This angle too! It’s basically impressive.” Not caring for his words, you tried regulating your breathing as you came down from your euphoric high, not able to question him laying you out on the counter, the cold surface making you sigh in delight compared to your sticky skin.

It wasn’t until you practically jumped at the tip of his dick going in, clutching his wrist from stopping him. “What are you doing!?”

“Are we really going to act stupid about this?” You wanted to smack that smile off of his face as he innocently smiled at you, body twitching as you felt him slip a small part of his dick in. “Your pussy is practically begging for me.” He reasoned letting his fingers wrap around yours, using as momentum to make you come slamming down onto his dick. You both moaned out in pleasure not leaving you any time to adjust as he sought out your other hand to pull you back down. Letting out moans that practically resembles pleas he sees your head fall to the side as you drooled in pleasure, overstimulated by it all. “Nghh... let’s see - if you still look good fucked stupid.”

Feeling every inch of him as he thrusted in and out was a euphoric feeling that you know you’re always going to chase for again. His hands wrapped around your wrist bringing you back onto his dick as if you’re some rag doll, whining out in pleasure as your body could barely handle anything more.

His cock slams back into you feeling the ridge of his tip scrape against your walls, feeling every bit of him in you. “God you’re...so beautiful.” Gravely and rough his voice was giving him away but he didn’t care. The sight he had of you was a heaven he didn’t think he deserved, seeing how your hole practically swallowed him up every single time. Grunting he felt himself get close feeling your hole flutter around him again. “Oh fuckkk... - please just hurry.” You whined as you felt the tears prick your eyes, and a strange feeling start to build up in your stomach.

“Shit-!” He grunted abandoning your wrist for your hips, moaning out as you feel his fingers dip at your skin deep. He started to fuck you in a brutal pace, as if he wanted to bruise you making sure he pulls you out all the way before slamming you back onto his cock. Not caring how loud you became you cried out for him, wanting him to use you in any way, which he quickly complied to as he felt himself come closer. You shudder feeling yourself slowly go limp as he fucks you through your overstimulation going at a brutal pace that you couldn’t help but enjoy admire his blissed out expression as he played with your clit just moaning out curses feeling too much pleasure across your body. Feeling yourself let go before him was practically a curse as he fucked you in a bruising pace, going faster and faster, not satisfied with leaving you as it, grinding his dick against your hole everytime he entered was enough for you; as your legs shakes uncontrollably your last ditch was effort was wrapping them around him in closer finally making him bottom out as he finished with a guttural moan. Feeling his cum fill you up inside, you felt the warm ooze drip out from you making him look at you with a tired smirk.

Weakly reaching towards his face, you tugged down the mask finally seeing his whole face, not disappointed by what you see. “You got a mask fetish?” He joked making you throw his mask back at him as he let out a loud laugh. “Na just knew I was going to be disappointed.”

Chuckling he gets closer as he towers over you, feeling the warmth of his body bounce off of yours, seeing his arm cage you beside your head. “You really are beautiful though.” Pressing a soft kiss on your lips it was a jarring difference to what you both had shared, but you relished in it cupping his cheeks to pull him closer. Until you both couldn’t breathe you begrudgingly pulled away feeling more tired than anything.

You see him glance over at the still recording phone he couldn’t help but let out a boyish grin, “Can’t believe I have this all to myself.” You laughed as you feel him stuff himself into your chest, his breath tickling you.

“Isn’t the famous Iron-Fist so lucky?” You teased hoping to talk about the recording more in depth later, considering this isn’t an everyday thing you do. And only want to reserve it for those who you hold dearly.

“Call me Lin.” Shocked that he gave you his actual name and weren’t settling with superhero names you smiled knowing you can pursue this worry free. “Don’t look so surprised we just created a sex-tape like on our second meeting.” Nudging him to not ruin the mood, he settles his head on your chest hearing your now steady breaths, letting you play with his hair as you stay in this bliss for a moment longer.

[that-hazbin]

I've been thinking about the Media Demon AU and how things would be different - for starters I don't think Charlie's interview would be so bad. But rather then questioning if Sinners can be better Also, people would be questioning her why they would WANT to go to heaven - they don't want to be around those monsters, they want them to stop murdering them in yearly genocides! People would rather fight back then go to heaven - which means things might be different once Carmilla kills that Exterminator. Also at what point would Lucifer and Lilith reveal themselves as themselves to Alastor? Especially considering they've undoubtedly fallen for him by this point but they also know how badly people think of the royal family that signed off on Exterminations. And they've seen how different hell has become through Alastor's efforts - a sinner, not them. (Honestly, the average sinner probably thinks of Alastor more as a ruler then the King and Queen of Hell....)

You're right about Charlie's interview. Alastor specifically set up everything in Hell with the intention of Charlie not being treated like a total joke. It helps that he's in charge of the news in both radio and tv broadcasts, so characters like Katie Killjoy aren't going to be around.

There will be sinners questioning why they would ever want to leave Hell, but people aren't going to think Charlie's dumb for suggesting it, since there are sinners willing to go through with it if it means seeing their families again.

There's also one more thing. Exterminations are still happening, and overpopulation in Hell is still a problem. Everyone can see where Charlie is going with this and why she's doing this. Honestly speaking, Charlie probably wouldn't even bother with this project if it weren't for the fact that her people are being slaughtered once a year. They know that, and I'm pretty sure they're all aware that exterminators aren't the entire population of heaven. Again, their families are up there.

Sure, death rates are low in comparison to the other timeline since Alastor partnered with Carmilla and Sir Pentious for distributing security systems, but it's still happening, and it's still terrifying. In fact, it wouldn't be farfetched to believe that the exorcists would try to increase the extermination rate simply because the sinners got too good at keeping themselves safe.

I think Lucifer and Lilith wouldn't even need to reveal themselves to Alastor, because as soon as Alastor makes the connection that Charlie is the disguised half-imp he's basically took under his wing, he's going to know exactly who her parents are.

I think Alastor would make a dramatic scene about the reveal in front of Lilith and Lucifer, but internally, he doesn't actually care that much. He's already let go of his previous animosity regarding Lucifer because, again, his last memory before dying was Lucifer genuinely trying to save his life.

There's also the fact that the king and queen have actually been much more politically active than the previous timeline. They're going out more often disguised as an imp and succubus, and wouldn't you know? Imps and succubi deal with SO MUCH SHIT. Completely undeserved bullshit. This is to say that in this universe? The Helluva Boss trial just Would Not end the way it did, because the accusation on Blitzo would have been investigated.

Lilith and Lucifer are cracking down on prejudice so much more, now that they can actually understand it; because obviously they couldn't understand before, how could they? Lilith existed before different skin tones even did, and Lucifer is a fucking angel. Then, they were cast out and became royalty. They never once were in a position where they could understand prejudice, but now they've been hanging out with the media demon as hellborn for years.

So, yeah, Lucifer and Lilith would be scared of what Alastor would think about them given the uhhh, still Not Good reputation of the royal family. But Alastor would only give them shit about it to tease them, really. He's not actually upset with them and still quite likes them as individuals. (Especially knowing that they valued his opinions and point of view enough to make actual changes to the law when he complained about things. The fuck.)

(And yeah, the average sinner has way more respect for Alastor than the actual royal family. I wouldn't say all of hell thinks he's the actual ruler, but the Pride Ring? Yeah, despite Lucifer being the Sin of Pride, people look to Alastor for leadership.)

[pfhwrittes]

housemate!kyle x gender neutral reader let's goooooo.

rating: PG-13 (for now) pairing: eventual kyle "gaz" garrick x gender neutral reader word count: 1.5k TW: bit of swearing, fluff, mentions of original characters AN: i fully plan on writing more of this, but i wanted to get the first part out before i start the next part. as always, barely edited so funky grammar and typos are still likely. this is completely self indulgent. please send love to @391780 for cheerleading me with this one!

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your housemate sucks since meeting her new boyfriend. 

your normally sociable, polite and reasonable housemate has turned into some kind of lust-crazed succubus since meeting dale, spending hours upon hours of her time shut in her bedroom with him. and if she doesn’t shut the fuck up in the next five minutes you’re going to kick her door in. or castrate him. or possibly burst into sleep deprived tears.

“oh! oh god! fuck! dale, baby, oh my god!”

jesus fucking christ. it’s 4.30am and ruby is wailing like a cat in heat at the top of her fucking voice. she’s so loud you could swear she and her soon to be castrated boyfriend were fucking in your bedroom instead of the room next to yours. briefly you debate yelling at the top of your lungs but you don’t want to disturb the neighbours any further, so with a muttered curse you snatch your pillow and duvet off your bed and stomp downstairs to the living room so you can sleep on the sofa. 

you get settled onto the sofa and glare at the ceiling in the living room, the sound of rhythmic thumping and moaning still audible even with the increased distance between you and the nymphomaniac formerly known as ruby. you mutter and grumble to yourself as you shut your eyes trying to get at least a little bit of sleep before needing to get up for your job interview in the morning. 

–

at midday you kick the front door shut behind you and shrug your coat off your shoulders as you step further into the hallway. 

“hey i’m home!” you call up the stairs, “my job interview was an utter shit show so i’m thinking we get a chinese and a bottle of wine to commiserate, yeah?” you pause waiting to hear ruby’s usual reply reminding you not to order from the golden palace but silence greets you instead. 

“huh. weird.” you mutter to yourself as you pass through the living room, dropping your bag and coat on the sofa as you beeline towards the kitchen. ruby’s probably making something for lunch while listening to one of her creepy true crime podcasts. 

“hey ruby - oh.” you cut yourself off as you walk into the kitchen, no sign of ruby except for the used butter knife leaving a greasy smear on the counter and a pink post-it note stuck on the front of the fridge. you step forward to pluck the note off the fridge and squint at ruby’s loopy handwriting.

gone 2 stay w/ dale 4 a few days! look after widget for me - r xxxx

you huff a breath out of your nose and crumple the note into a ball so you can pop it in the kitchen bin with the crumbs you sweep off the side into your palm. ugh. it’s such a little thing but you feel frustrated tears well up in your eyes in response to having to clean up after ruby once again on minimal sleep. 

a tiny high pitched mrr! interrupts your internal grumbling and you turn around to face the little tabby that is waiting patiently by an empty food bowl. 

“hiya widge, have you been a good girl while i’ve been out?” you ask softly as you crouch so widget can bonk her head onto your outstretched hand. typically widget doesn’t answer but she chirps again before padding back to her bowl, politely requesting that you get with the programme and make with the biscuits before cleaning up the rest of the kitchen. 

you sigh and push yourself up from the floor, just another half finished job left for you. great. 

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a week later, with no sign of ruby and your texts unanswered, your laptop chimes on the coffee table with a new email. you hope briefly that it’s one of the companies you’ve applied to responding to your application with an offer for a job interview, but your heart sinks as you realise it's an email from your landlord, john. 

you skim over the email and you feel your eyes sting as select phrases leap out at you. “i’m sorry to inform you that ruby has decided to end the tenancy agreement at 141 hereford way early” ... “you can choose to remain in the property as a sole tenant after an additional credit check to ensure your affordability” … “alternatively, please let me know when ruby has collected her belongings so i can advertise the room to other prospective tenants”. 

fuck. that utter bitch. she’s left you unemployed and now potentially living with a total stranger. fuck. 

your hands shake slightly as you reach for your laptop so you can start composing your reply to john. 

“hi john, thanks for letting me know. i haven’t heard from ruby in a week now, so i’m unsure when she’ll be able to collect her belongings but i think it’s probably for the best if you look at advertising her room as available to rent. i’ll start bagging up her belongings today. kind regards….” 

it’s official. your soon to be ex-housemate really fucking sucks. 

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several days pass with a flurry of emails to john and even more unanswered texts to ruby, when a solid jaunty knock startles you out of the doze you’d dropped into on the sofa. you hiss as widget launches herself off your stomach using her claws for purchase so she can bolt up the stairs away from the noise. you swear under your breath as you kick one of the six black bin bags that line the hallway filled with ruby’s crap as you edge your way to the front door. the silhouette you can see through the frosted glass in the door knocks again just as you reach for the handle and pull the door open. 

“yeah yeah i’m here -” you cut yourself off with an embarrassed sound as you get a good look at the man standing at the threshold.  oh no, he’s fit as fuck is your first thought and you’re not wrong. 

the first thing you notice, as you flick your eyes over him quickly, is that he’s in incredible shape. the stranger has broad shoulders and a muscular chest that tapers off into a narrow waist. the second thing you notice when you raise your gaze back up to his face is that he has a jaw dropping smile when he flashes you a friendly grin. 

“hey, i’m kyle. your new housemate.” he says confidently, “john should’ve mentioned me.” 

you shake yourself out of the slight daze you’ve found yourself in - seriously no man should have skin that perfect - and you offer your own tentative smile back. 

“uh, yeah. sure. sorry i was -” you glance back into the hallway and cringe at the sight of the black bin bags “- um. in the middle of something.” you finish weakly, hoping you don’t look too obviously like you’ve been napping in the middle of the day. 

your housemate - kyle - rumbles out a slightly bashful chuckle. 

“no, no it’s fine. i would’ve been here earlier but i had to give a witness statement for the accident on the high street.” kyle reaches up and tugs at the brim of the scuffed blue baseball cap on his head awkwardly. 

“oh shit, really? what happened?” you query him eagerly, your love of gossip overriding your mild embarrassment in a flash. kyle’s eyes crinkle happily at your tone and he leans in conspiratorially, letting his hand drop away from his face. 

“some guy walked into an open manhole cover.” he says with a completely straight face. 

you burst out a startled laugh. “no fucking way!” 

kyle nods, his lips twitching in a poorly concealed grin. “yeah, stuck like winnie the pooh, i swear to god.” 

you have to hold onto the edge of the open door to stop yourself from collapsing into fits of laughter. “how -” another gleeful cackle escapes you before you can compose yourself, “how the fuck did he manage to do that?”

kyle shrugs. “he just walked straight through the barrier, surprised the lanky fucker missed it really.” 

you collapse into laughter again, feeling your cheeks ache from the width of your grin. holy shit, that’s the best thing you’ve heard all day. eventually your slightly hysterical laughter peeters out and you wipe at your eyes as you look at kyle who is grinning back at you. 

“so, fancy letting me in then?” he nudges at the frankly massive khaki rucksack at his feet after a moment of silence as if to remind you that he isn’t just here to charm you with silly stories and his offensively handsome good looks. your embarrassment flares once again as you realise you’ve just been looking at him instead of asking him to come inside like a normal person. 

“sorry, yeah of course.” you step back from the door and turn around so he can’t see the way your cheeks are now flushed from embarrassment instead of laughter. “sorry about the mess.” you say apologetically over your shoulder as kyle follows you into the hallway.

“oh i dunno, it doesn’t look too bad to me.”

you hear kyle kick the door shut behind him and you laugh again to cover up the way your stomach flutters at his tone. if you didn’t know better you’d say he was flirting with you, but you discount that as wishful thinking on your part as you lead him towards the stairs. 

it is wishful thinking, right?

[monster-disaster]

[succubus] Nara + sleepover

succubus!Nara x human!Reader Good to know: no warnings

Previously: [monsters] New Year's resolution [succubus] Nara [succubus] Nara +1

Summary: Sleepover; pizza, face masks, bad movies.

It’s almost ridiculous how excited you are. No. Scratch that. It is ridiculous.

You stand in the middle of your flat, your heart racing as your gaze darts nervously between the living room you've worked tirelessly all day and the succubus standing beside you. Your teeth dig into the soft, already too-sensitive flesh of your bottom lip as you try to see your home through her eyes. It's mismatched and old, but comfortable and yours.

“Well,” Nara says after a brief pause, “you’ve certainly been busy.”

You open your mouth to protest but quickly think better of it. “No-” You hesitate, letting out a sheepish laugh. “Okay, yes.”

She is right.

From the moment you woke up, you’ve been in overdrive. After a quick trip to the little store just a few blocks away, you spent hours cleaning and scrubbing, and after hours of rearranging furniture, fluffing pillows, and preparing for tonight, you’d moved to the kitchen to tackle the pizza dough. By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, Nara was already at your door.

Now, your flat looks like a mess. A deliberate mess. The couch, pulled out into a makeshift bed, is practically drowning in a sea of pillows and blankets. Your kitchen just a few steps away is no better either. Its counters are crowded with snacks, drinks, and a few impulsive extras you picked up just in case. You weren’t sure what Nara would like, so you bought a little bit of everything. A rainbow of bags, boxes, and bottles clutter the surface, pushed aside only enough to leave space for the dough you’d worked on earlier.

“You told me you’ve never had a sleepover before,” you say, heat creeping up your neck and cheeks at the confession. “I just wanted to give you a good first experience.”

Nara’s gaze softens. The playful smirk on her lips fades into something tender, and then, she leans in to press a light, grateful kiss to your lips.

“I love it, Y/N,” she murmurs,

Your body reacts instantly. The tension you’d been carrying all day melts away, leaving your shoulders loose and your chest light. The anxious knot in your stomach dissolves, replaced by a simple, giddy excitement.

“Good,” you say with a nod, feeling much steadier now. “I’m glad.”

“But you have to calm down,” Nara adds gently. “You are going to give yourself an ulcer if you keep this up.”

You grimace at the truth of her words. “I know,” you mutter.

It’s one of those flaws you’ve always been painfully aware of; the relentless need to obsess over every little detail. This sleepover was supposed to be a chance for you to loosen up, to focus on making memories rather than everything being perfect. But as usual, your brain didn’t get the memo. The spiral is so familiar that you don't even notice it anymore when you fall into it. You focus too hard, dig too deep, and lose sight of the bigger picture.

Back in school, your parents or friends had to physically drag you out of your room because you would lose yourself in your textbooks during exam seasons. You’d skip meals, stay hunched over your desk for hours, and only realize how exhausted you were when someone forced a break on you. And adulthood hadn’t been much kinder either. Job interviews, doctor’s appointments, and even something as simple as meeting up with friends could turn into a mental battlefield. It’s gotten better with time, breathing exercises, and checklists, but moments like this remind you how easy it is to fall back into old patterns.

And tonight? Tonight had been one of those times.

Nara watches you for a second, and then, her hand brushes against yours, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Hey,” she says gently.

Shaking your head, you force yourself to loosen up even more. “Do you want something to drink?” you ask. “I bought, well, basically everything.”

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other. For the first time since you’ve met her, she looks… shy. Almost bashful. “And I… I brought a few things, too,” she admits. “I didn’t know what to bring. Google said…” She trails off, her usual confidence faltering in a way that is both surprising and oddly endearing. The sight makes your heart swell, and unable to resist, you close the small gap between you and lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Her rambling halts instantly, and when you pull back, her wide-eyed surprise quickly shifts into something more amused.

“You are so cute,” you say with a huge grin.

The succubus groans, rolling her eyes even as a smile starts to tug at her lips. She tries to suppress it, but you can tell she is losing the battle. “Shut up.”

“Never,” you tease, laughing softly as you take her bag and place it on the counter. “Now, let’s see what Google thinks you should bring to a sleepover.”

“Keep talking, and I’ll drink all the wine I brought,” she threatens, though her voice is more laughter than malice.

It feels like you’ve stepped back in time to the days when you and your friends had endless hours to spare. Back when every weekend was spent sprawled on someone’s couch, surrounded by snacks, laughter, and the kind of carefree energy that only comes with youth and too much free time.

Nara slips into the rhythm of things effortlessly, like she’s been here a hundred times before.

Soon, the air is filled with the warm aroma of freshly baked pizza and the tangy sweetness of tomato sauce. The two of you sit side by side on the couch, surrounded by blankets and pillows, while the TV casts a soft, flickering glow over the room, playing a movie neither of you has seen before.

Your faces are covered in a cooling green face mask Nara had spotted while rummaging through your bathroom earlier and insisted on giving it a try. Now, every time you glance at her, you can’t help but chuckle.

“You are laughing at me again,” she says, her tone playful as she nudges your arm with her elbow.

“I can’t help it,” you reply, grinning as you gesture toward her face. “You look like an evil swamp queen.” Her pastel purple skin peaks out here and there underneath the mask, and her black hair is piled on the top of her head in a messy bun, tangled with her horns.

“Better than you,” she quips, smirking. “You look like a stressed-out avocado.”

The two of you burst into laughter, nearly spilling the bowls of popcorn balanced between you. Its buttery scent mingles with the pizza.

“You know,” Nara says after a while. “I could get used to this.”

You glance at her, feeling a flicker of pride at her words. The way she looks so at ease, with her legs tucked under a blanket and her eyes soft with contentment, makes all your earlier fretting feel worth it.

“Yeah?” you ask. “I'm glad.”

You’ve been going to the gym for weeks now, and somewhere between the reps and stretches, you found yourself slipping into a comfortable friendship with your trainers, especially with Nara. Her confidence and charm were magnetic, and soon enough, you were both meeting for coffee after workouts, grabbing lunch, or doing a bit of shopping together.

That’s how you both ended up here now.

One evening, Nara had confessed that she’d never had a sleepover before. Not once. Not because she didn’t want to, but because, as a succubus, there were always judgments and expectations that others placed on her. People assumed things she didn’t want to live up to, things that clouded the possibility of something simple like spending a night at a friend’s house.

You could sense the weight of her words, the vulnerability behind them, and you knew at that moment that you wanted to change it. It’s not about anything other than the friendship you’ve built. Of course, you enjoy each other in ways that go beyond friendship, but tonight is about just being together without labels or expectations.

“The guy knows shit about acting,” Nara mutters under her breath, her eyes narrowed at the TV screen.

“He has a pretty face, but no talent,” you agree. “I can't decide if the movie is bad because of him or if it would be bad anyway.”

Nara doesn’t miss a beat. “It would be bad anyway,” she says with a dry smirk. “I mean, did you hear the explanation of their time travel? It makes absolutely no sense.”

“Honestly, I think the only good part of this movie is the popcorn,” you joke, reaching for another handful from the bowl between you.

Nara turns to look at you with a playful glint in her eyes. “And the company,” she grins.

And honestly, it’s not just about the succubus. You need her friendship as much as she needs yours.

Over the years, life happened, and before you knew it, you found yourself more alone than you had ever imagined. Your friends got married, moved away, or started families of their own. And you? You became too comfortable in your little bubble with your own space, your routine, your quiet life. At first, it was easy. You didn’t mind the solitude; it felt safe and comforting, but gradually, you realized it had become something else. The isolation wasn’t deliberate, but it crept in slowly. You didn’t mind staying in, reading, binge-watching shows, enjoying your own company, but eventually, you began to feel the absence of the laughter and connection you once had with friends.

Your first step to break out of that bubble was joining the gym at the beginning of the year. It was a small thing, but it felt like a giant leap.

And now, with Nara, you don't have to force yourself to socialize. You don't have to psych yourself up, or at least not as much. She makes it easy without pushing you too much.

Your gaze lingers on the TV, your attention drifting in and out as the plot continues to make no sense whatsoever, when you suddenly feel Nara’s burning attention on the side of your face.

“What?” you ask suspiciously, glancing over at her. The mischievous glint in her eyes is unmistakable.

“So,” she begins, unable to contain the grin spreading across her lips. “How is your sex book?”

You groan and collapse backward into the pile of pillows behind you, feeling the warmth of embarrassment creep up your neck. “It’s not a sex book!” you protest.

“Are you sure?” she presses, her voice full of teasing amusement. “Shame,” she hums, clearly delighted by your discomfort. “Decar wants to borrow it.”

Your eyes snap to hers in alarm. “You told them about it?”

“Why are you upset if it’s not a sex book?” she retorts, leaning back against the couch.

You sit up abruptly, your face flushed with embarrassment. “You know what?” you exclaim, raising your finger in mock authority. “No more wine for you!”

Nara gasps dramatically, her hand placed over her chest in exaggerated offense. “Cruel woman!”

You can't help but laugh, and you can't help but feel grateful for the succubus stepping into your life.

[sleepingdeath-light]

verosika mayday!s/o hcs ; lucifer morningstar

requested by ; anonymous (28/02/24)

fandom(s) ; hazbin hotel

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; lucifer morningstar

outline ; “Hii ! I hope you’re having a good day! If it isn’t too much trouble, I’d like to ask for charlie, Lucifer, and angeldust with a verosika mayday reader? Romantic for luci and Charlie, platonic for angel dust (omg angel and verosika would be SUCH a power couple..)”

warning(s) ; suggestive content here and there, but mostly fluff!

lucifer is quite possibly the best partner you could hope you have as a succubus in your profession

first of all, the devil is an extremely confident man that couldn’t give less of a shit about what you wear or the attention you receive from your fans — like you could walk out the door completely naked and he’d still parade you around on his arm and treat you like a queen, and when your fans try and flirt with you it only boosts his ego and makes him all the more likely to start bragging/gushing about you and making it abundently clear that you’re already spoken for. obviously if they start bothering you then he’s going to take issue with it and tell them to fuck off, but otherwise it’ll take a lot more than a mediocre mortal or an imp with too-high ambitions to shake the king of hell’s confidence in your relationship and his security as your lover.

secondly, as the king of hell he has the freedom and ability to travel wherever the fuck he wants at a moment’s notice which means that he almost never misses a gig of yours. the only time he’s ever actually missed out on one of your concerts was because he was spending the day with his daughter (which he’d warned you about in advance) and other than that he’s always managed to at least make it for the last song or two no matter how busy he was beforehand. so whether you’re performing in house at ozzie’s, singing your heart out in wrath, or having a concert up in the mortal realm, you can always count on spotting that familiar mop of blond hair in the crowd.

thirdly, as a monarch and celebrity in his own right he’s used to being stalked by the media so your rabid fan base and paparazzi aren’t gonna scare him off — in fact he knows even more ways to avoid them than you do. sure he went off the grid for a while after his divorce, but lucifer is still good at controlling the media narrative around himself and he’s not above extending that power to you in order to keep the public’s opinion of you as positive as possible.

fourthly, the man has a stupid amount of money that he’s more than happy to throw at you to keep your career exciting and alive. he’ll finance all of your tours, fund manufacturers to make your merch, have his assistants do outreach to help you get interviewed and scouted for other opportunities, and he’s always making sure that your gear (recording equipment, touring outfits, etc.) is as high quality as possible because his future queen only deserves the best

and, last but not least, the man can sing — he has the literal voice of an angel and if you ask him nicely enough he can be convinced to lend you his vocals for a song or two. he may not necessarily be suited to the raunchier sorts of tracks (which always leave him a bit red in the face when he hears you sing them live even after the two of you have been together for years), but there’s nothing wrong with variety and he’s happy to sit there and brainstorm with you for however long it takes to make your vision a reality — you two can make a date of it, even!

also, as an aside, he’d also absolutely be the type to brag about you on all of his socials whenever he finds the time to actually bother going online — including shamelessly wearing your merch and encouraging his followers to support your latest endeavour

[damnmmmmmmmmmm]

I'm definitely preparing myself for some shenanigans from her tomorrow. But, I refuse to let her ruin my enjoyment of the movie, seeing him at the premiere, watching press interviews, or me being a fan of his in general. /

/ Don't let her be in the way. You're feeding the succubus attention. Pretend she's not there and enjoy seeing Sebastian. Because it's gonna be minute before she's gone, and we can see him being on Instagram again. Just enjoy the moments of being able to see him and support him.

Yeah, he's called his fans delusional. But even Sebastian knows deep down he has fans that do care. Regardless of what anyone says, he cares about the genuine fans. If it was obvious he hated all his fans, you would have gotten the vibes from and decided not to be his fan.

Either way, just enjoy seeing him. The movie and premier. Trust me, his co-workers will ignore her, or Florence will call her out on shit. I know Florence would because her and everyone else worked too hard for that movie to be overshadowed by a haunted doll.

[irenenoirr]

―୨୧⋆ office succubus ft. Cecil

Cecil Ashmore was named one of the most successful business women of 2023, and it took me almost 3 months for this interview to happen, since she's... just always busy. enough of that, let's get to the interview part, shall we?

Q: hi Cecil, it's an honor to have you here with Simfashion today, can you tell the readers a little bit about your company? A: thank you for welcoming me, Irene. and about our company... Éclat Couture is currently the fastest-going luxury fashion brand in the entire noir-simsverse, and we are going to expand the business to other fields soon *laugh* but we will talk about that another time. Q: oh? i'm excited already just by hearing that. and coming to our studio today, what kind of outfits do you want to show everyone? A: let's see... since i'm a business woman, my wardrobe is so full of office-related outfits, we can do a lookbook on that, can't we? Q: obviously! i bet everyone is dying to see what you'll show us today. before we get to the photoshoot, one last question: are you looking for a romantic partner right now? A: that's a good question. *laugh* but sorry, i'm already married to this job.

from left to right:

❥ 1: top | bottom | coat | bag* | stockings | heels ❥ 2: outfit | coat | bag* | heels ❥ 3: top | bottom* | coat | bag | heels ❥ 4: outfit | necktie | coat | stockings | heels

misc:

❥ hair / @okruee ❥ glasses / @gigglecoffin ❥ pose / @helgatisha

note: (*) = early access and/or paywall.

i devote my love to all cc creators: @sentate @gorillax3-cc @seoulsoul-sims @mermaladesims @bluerose-sims @backtrack-cc @joancampbell-jcb @plazasims @cheng-chih and more.

more lookbooks here.