#succubus!Gen

[strawchocoberry]

HAUNTING DARKNESS

Holy shit, she worshipping my dick like it’s the holy father

kinktober 2024 — day one

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ featuring. narumi gen x fem reader

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ content warnings. smut, deepthroat, dacryphilia, degradation kink, slight praise kink, face-fucking, slight dirty talk

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ synopsis. confession from the haunted house — word count. 1.6k

The eerie atmosphere of the haunted house and the screams of other people make your skin crawl with unprecedented fear. Your friends hold onto you tightly as you all walk through the dark corridors, unbeknown to the traps laid for you. Time seems to be moving slower or maybe it’s just your fear making it seem that way.

“Hey, do you think we’ll meet him?” one of your friends asks.

“Oh god, please, let him choose me,” another says.

He, the owner of this haunted mansion. He’s the main reason why all the girls have swamped this place. Rumours say that the more terrified you are, the higher your chances of meeting him. He’s a creature of the night, feeding on fear and blood. So far, nobody has managed to summon him. But he’s here. Hiding within the shadows, watching like a versed predator all these foolish girls get shaken to their core just so they can hear his voice. To their misfortune, he’s not one to carelessly pick his food.

And it appears he has already chosen his victim.

You’ve been feeling it for a while now. Ominous green eyes following your every move. You only managed to catch a quick glimpse of them in the darkness, before they disappeared into thin air, along with their owner. Ever since then, your heart has been beating quite irregularly every time you swear you can feel those eyes piercing the back of your skull.

You reach what appears to be a throne room. The large room is deathly quiet and spookily empty, albeit for the throne sitting atop an elevation. You wander around for a few minutes, trying to find the hidden traps, but nothing happens. A bit disappointed, you decide to continue on your way.

Your body freezes, a cold, gloved hand covers your mouth while another wraps like a vice around your waist. You can feel his body against you, his hot breath fanning over your ear, making you squirm. Your futile attempt to call your friends for help curls his lips in a sinister smirk, as his hold on your body tightens, your choked scream muffled against his hand. “Don’t make a sound,” he whispers darkly.

You helplessly watch as your friends exit the room, the large doors impendingly close behind them. And in this silence you hear it; the door locking. Your eyes are wide and burning through the door, as you hope to somehow see it open again and your friends rush inside to save you. They must have realised you were left behind, right?

“Oh you poor little thing,” he coos behind you, his voice laced with faux sympathy. “Don’t worry, you have me.”

You don’t immediately feel his hands releasing you. He steps away, his footsteps echoing further from you. When you finally realise you can move again, you turn around to see him sitting gloriously on his throne. It’s just you and him in the throne room. Narumi Gen, the mansion’s owner. And you, his victim.

You can barely see him in the dim light of the throne room. Yet his green eyes keep you on edge, making your breath hitch. He motions for you to approach him and you do, before even your brain manages to properly process it.

“Kneel,” Narumi commands.

And you do. Dropping to your knees before him and looking up at him as if he were God. But he’s no God. He’s the Devil. And if you were honest, you desperately wanted to be his little victim and sell your soul to him.

Excitement rushes through your veins, your body trembling slightly. Maybe it’s the way he commanded you earlier. Or maybe it’s the way he’s looking down at you now. As if you’re nothing. So cocky and arrogant that can crush little you at any moment he pleases. Your gaze unconsciously travels down, taking in his form clad in black attire. You stop at his cock, barely able to discern his bulge in the little light in the room.

“Oh?” he exclaims, abruptly grabbing your hair and forcing you to look at him. “What do we have here? You want my cock, slut?”

Your throat is drier than the Sahara desert, your voice coming out hoarse when you reply, “…yes.”

“Such an honest whore.” His hand lets go of your hair and instead wraps around your delicate neck, choking you and enjoying that sparkle glimmering in your eyes. “Will you let me fuck your pretty throat then?”

“Yes,” you respond almost immediately.

Narumi chuckles. “Go on then.”

Your hesitation lasts only for the second before your hands grab his trousers and remove them, along with his underwear. Your hand wraps around his girth, stroking him as you leave kitten licks all over it. His eyes watch you impatiently, his jaw clenching signals that you shouldn’t keep him waiting for too long. And that damned gaze makes your pussy throb with need. You’re torn between taking him in your mouth and teasing him a bit longer, wanting him to look at you like that a little bit longer.

But your desire to suck him off ultimately wins. Your lips wrap around his dick, your warm mouth gladly welcomes him inside. You start off a bit timidly, feeling him fill your mouth and finding the right angle. Yet soon enough, you’re eagerly sucking him off, coating his length with your saliva and swirling your tongue over his vein.

“Aren’t you an eager little slut?” Narumi breathes, caressing your hair, as he leans against his propped hand. “Watching you earlier try to lead those girls through the mansion without betraying how scared you were, I would have never imagined you’d turn out to be like this.”

His words only urge you to serve him even more willingly. And while he enjoys it, Narumi already has permission for something else. His hand forces you down on his cock and he groans, feeling your throat stretching out around him. Your nails dig into his thighs, while tears well up in your eyes. When he lets go, you pull back, desperately gasping for air, saliva and precum dripping down the corners of your lips.

Narumi stands up before you and cups your cheeks, lifting your head up to look at him. And he almost cums on the spot, watching his dick rest on your cheek, still hard and throbbing for your warm throat. He grabs his cock in his hand, rubbing the crown over your wet lips. “Stay still. Don’t move an inch,” is all he says, before penetrating your lips and hitting the back of your throat.

You scream from the sudden intrusion, the sound sending reverberations all over his cock and making him grunt. He holds onto your head tightly, as he starts ramming his hips against your lips, feeling your hot tears spill down your cheeks and onto his girth. Your hands grip tightly his thighs, nails digging crescent moons in his flesh. You keep your eyes on him as if hypnotised, back arched and pussy desperately begging for some attention.

“Fuck, you’re such an obedient little slut,” Narumi grunts. He notices how your nipples have tightened into tiny buds, poking through the fabric of your shirt. Of course, you weren’t wearing any bra. “Tell me. If I lift your little skirt, will I find a pool of cum pooling down on your thighs? Because I can tell you’re wet right now, seeing how eagerly you were sucking me off a moment ago.”

Damn him, for his words go straight to your core. And he’s not wrong. Your panties are soaked. And it’s all because of him.

“You’re pathetic, you know that, bitch?” Narumi sneers, pulling your hair.

And you can’t help but moan, as he forces his dick down your throat mercilessly. Tears stream down your cheeks like ardent rivers and he only laughs at how utterly pathetic you look.

“I bet you ran over here, hoping that I’d fuck you, is that it?” he asks, enunciating his every word with a sharp thrust of his hips into your mouth. “You secretly wished I’d pick you over everyone else, right? Tell me, if I didn’t pick you, would you have returned to offer yourself to me on a silver platter? Promise me that I can do whatever I want to your body?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” you say, yet the sound is muffled. But he doesn’t need to hear you clearly to understand your answer.

“For someone who practically came here to whore herself out, you’re quite honest.” Narumi laughs.

He’s close to his orgasm. His breaths come out short and ragged, forced even. And his eyes close to further enhance this feeling of impending ecstasy about to come crushing down on him. Your moaning like a bitch in heat on his cock doesn’t help either. If anything, it’s driving him madder every second.

He thrusts one last time and sheaths himself. Hot ropes of milky cum drip down your throat, as Narumi grunts, eyes tightly closed from the force of his release. He waits until he empties his balls before pulling out, a thin string of cum connecting his dick to your lips. He slouches down on his throne, running a hand through his hair and taking deep breaths. And as you similarly try to catch your breath, he grabs your face, making you look at him. You’re so lost and dazed, as if you were the one who just cummed and not him. But maybe you secretly did.

“That’s why you were born, to be my little slut, don’t you agree?”

© strawchocoberry — do not copy, repost, translate or reuse my work

[simsbyjo]

Our Gen 4 Heir is now a teen.

Ruby Moonshadow

Trait: Self-Assured (Child), Romantic (Teen) Aspiration: Serial Romantic

Growing up your family was close-knit, doing almost everything together. In some ways it was nice, but you never quite felt like you belonged in their pack.

Also, Jacob and Erin aged up to teens.

Generation Goals:

Complete aspiration

Never marry

Never have a child with the same lover twice (twins/triplets/etc are an exception)

Do not allow any lover to move into the legacy household

If Vampire - drink Plasma (energy) from every lover you woohoo with

Attend every romance festival to find a new lover

Optional: always use flirty interactions (introductions, et cetera)

Optional: have poor relationship with child/children

Max Skills:

Charisma

For mod users - any CC skills that relate to romance and/or woohoo

Career:

Player Choice

[fumifooms]

Is there an archive for all of your analysis? I want to read them in order 🙇‍♀️

I was gonna say yes and link you to the in-built tumblr blog archive with my tag ‘analysis’ but then I remembered I tag inconsistently. Oops! So here is a huh, attempt. Chronological order is less important imo than topic but for what it’s worth these go from oldest on the left to newest on the right. Gonna pin this. This got too much for Tumblr to handle so unfortunately I have to split between reblogs.

This is all for Dunmeshi because I haven’t done nearly as many analyses for anything else. Divided by post type and topic but I do repeats when relevant. My older ones tend to be less polished so uh apologies for that, I’ll put my most important or favorite ones in bold. Looking back there are a lot of posts I’d like to either streamline or remake to be more complete... Many of this contain spoilers so for that be careful and refer to individual posts’ tags.

Masterposts: laimar crumbs (discontinued) - marchil crumbs - Chilchuck’s family - beastkin tattoos - Nakamoto household

Compilations: Marcille’s smile to Laios - Izu dad Chilchuck - Laios bragging faces - Teasing Marcille gone wrong - Chilchuck drunk/drinking - Chilchuck being crass - Chilchuck hugs (incomplete) - Kaka - Hien & Benichidori - Marcille & Chilchuck worsties (incomplete) - Chilchuck old man posture (incomplete) - Chilchuck's type 🤨 (incomplete) - Chilchuck wristwatch - Helki - Marcille and Chilchuck parenting Izutsumi

LAIOS: Succubus scene analysis - Laios-Shuro fight analysis - Izu-Laios relationship analysis - autism & the nonhuman - Laios' nightmare aka autistic existential horror - Laios and chimeras

MARCILLE: Mothers & mom friend Marcille - Chil & Marcille contrasts & parallels - love languages - Marcille and separation - Marcille's view of Chilchuck - Marcille and romance - Marcille and being a burden

CHILCHUCK: Chil’s sense of humor - Chil & Marcille contrasts & parallels - love languages - Chilchuck is underweight - Chilchuck’s family masterpost - Chil’s wife’s appearance - Chilchuck character analysis speedrun - Ask: Chil & wife and change - Ask: Chilchuck, good husband? - Chilchuck’s succubus - the importance of law - getting hired & job description - Chil's buckle shirt & wardrobe - Chilchuck, family & alcoholism - Chilchuck & guilt - Chilchuck and drinking: when and how

IZUTSUMI: Mothers & mom friend Marcille - Izu-Laios relationship analysis - Nakamoto household masterpost - Izu & alcohol

FALIN: fairy’s child parallels - short Falin analysis - Falin who cares too much and too little - Thistle & Falin - Trans Falin - more & shorter Thistle & Falin

THISTLE: clown costume & belonging (+ read tags) - Homegrown (web weaving) - Thistle & Delgal and death - Yaad & Thistle - Thistle & Falin - more & shorter Thistle & Falin

TOSHIRO: Nakamoto household masterpost - Toshiro likes bugs + Falin relevance - Toshiro’s succubus - Trans Toshiro (and Falin) - parallels to Kuro and Forva

Other characters: Lycion’s dysmorphia + follow-up on his past addiction - Kaka compilation - Chil’s daughters & party brotps - Nakamoto household masterpost (every related character including Toshiro's family members) - Hien’s younger sister - unnamed buzzcut gold-stripper - Dandan - a Hien reading - Yaad & Thistle - Chil's daughters and marriage - Helki - unnamed canary with eye tattoo) - Kuro parallels

Gen: Reactions to the dark magic resurrection

Marcille & Chilchuck: marchil crumbs - contrasts & parallels (not ship) - Taking care of each other sick - Marcille & Chil’s daughters - their love languages (ship but analytical focus) - pre-canon dynamic (not ship) - astrology (ship & short) - Chilchuck's type 🤨 - waxing poetic (good summary) - marchil from Marcille's end - Marcille and romance - marchil & stability - Marchil braids - Red dress crumb evaluation

[monstersandgirls-webcomic]

Sorry if I sound ignorant, but since incubus and succubus cannot feel romance would they be by default aro? /gen

No. Being aro just means you can't experience romantic love, but you can experience all forms of other types of love, like love for family, pets, etc.

Succubi/Incubi don't experience love for anything. they have attachments and things they bound themselves to for personal pleasure or gratification, but they tend to bail if situations get too tough/unpleasant.

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

If you still want prompts, how about someone saying 8 to Jaskier? <3

Here's some Geraskier! Can be read as gen or pre-slash.

8. “Put your head on my shoulder.”

Geralt grits his teeth as he hauls Jaskier back to their camp, the bard a limp weight in his arms. Jaskier appears to be awake, but in shock; his wide eyes stare blindly upwards. His doublet has a tear in it, the gash left by the grave hag’s tongue traveling from the center of his breastbone to his left shoulder. It will probably scar, which is the least the idiot deserves after strolling up to a grave hag to “get a closer look.”

“Geralt, I can’t see,” Jaskier says again, his unseeing eyes darting about frantically. “I can’t see.”

“I know.” Geralt is more gentle than he would like to be as he deposits the bard on his bedroll. “That’s because you didn’t fucking stay back when I told you to.”

“I thought it was dead! It was on the ground!”

“It was injured, not dead. That made it even more fucking dangerous.”

“Is it permanent? Oh gods, Geralt, I can’t lose my sight! That hag’s hideous maw can’t be the last thing I ever see! Why couldn’t it have been a comelier monster, like a succubus or a—”

Of course that’s the first thing he thinks about. “It’s the venom from the grave hag’s tongue. It almost always wears off in an hour or two.”

“Almost always?” If possible, Jaskier’s voice gets even pitchier.

Geralt thinks about lying, but the bard needs to realize how easily carelessness could get him hurt or killed. He thought Jaskier learned that after nearly getting his throat cut by elves a month ago and then nearly getting carried off by a wyvern a week after that. Not to mention all the times Geralt's had to haul him away from an angry father or husband. “Occasionally, the blindness is permanent. It’s rare, but it happens. Mostly to the sick and the elderly.”

“How sick? Because I was feeling a bit sniffly this morning.” Jaskier’s heart rate is getting faster, his breathing growing quick and raspy. “And how elderly?”

“Jaskier, you’re eighteen.”

“Almost nineteen!” His voice rises to practically a wail. “And I like to think I have an old soul.”

“You have an almost-nineteen-year-old soul,” Geralt says with his last scrap of patience. “I told you, you’ll be fine in an hour or two.”

“I’ll most likely be fine in an hour or two! What happens if I’m not? You won’t leave me here, will you? Geralt, you probably haven’t noticed, but I have no fucking idea how to survive on my own.”

“I’ve noticed.”

Jaskier doesn’t seem to hear him. “I can’t light a fire! The last time I tried to set a snare for a rabbit, I got caught in it. I get sick at the sight of blood, so I can’t hunt! Please don’t leave me here on my own.”

“I’m not going to leave you.” Geralt has tried to lose Jaskier a couple of times, but quickly realized that abandoning the bard in the wilderness was practically a death sentence for the lad. He’s been tempted to reconsider a couple of times, but he doesn’t actually want Jaskier dead in a ditch.

“Gods, I’ll have to return to Lettenhove, won’t I?” Jaskier’s blank gaze is fixed somewhere over Geralt’s shoulder. “Cordelia is never going to let me live this down. She told me I wouldn’t last a year on the road and I didn’t even last a season.”

Geralt goes to his saddlebag to get supplies to clean and stitch the wound. When he comes back, Jaskier is enumerating all the things that he’ll never lay eyes on again. It’s hard to tell what he’ll miss more: sunsets or tits. As Geralt dabs the dried blood and venom from the wound, Jaskier seems to settle on tits.

“And yes, I know I’ll still be able to feel them, Geralt, but it’s really an altogether different—”

Geralt can hear the hitch in the bard’s breathing that tells him that Jaskier is perilously close to hyperventilating. Fuck. He puts aside the supplies—the wound has stopped bleeding, stitches aren’t a necessity—and pulls Jaskier into his arms. Jaskier makes a startled noise, but comes willingly.

“Put your head on my shoulder,” he says.

“What?” Jaskier squeaks.

“Just do it.” When the bard complies, settling his cheek against Geralt’s shoulder almost tentatively, like he thinks it’s some kind of trick, Geralt adds, “Listen to my breathing. Match it with yours.”

Jaskier’s quick, panting breaths slow down, bringing his hammering heart rate down a notch.

“Just concentrate on breathing.” Geralt keeps his voice low and soothing, like he would if it were Roach startled by an unexpected noise or a rabbit in her path. “You’re going to be fine.”

“What if it is permanent?” Jaskier whispers.

“It won’t be.” With the arm that isn’t holding Jaskier against him, Geralt cups the back of the bard’s head, stroking slowly with his thumb. “But if it is, we’ll figure something out. You’ll still be able to play the lute and sing. Still be able to talk.”

Jaskier lets out a shaky laugh. “You say that like you think it’s a good thing.”

“Hm.” Since the bard can’t see him, Geralt lets himself smile. “Better than listening to you shriek about tits.”

“I don’t shriek.”

“You sound like a grave hag in heat when you get worked up.”

“Thank you for that horrifying mental image. Really, today hadn’t been trying enough.”

“Your own fault.”

“And here I thought you were being nice to me for once.”

“Saved you from the grave hag, didn’t I?”

“Not in time to save my eyes.”

“Your eyes will be fine, Jaskier.”

“So you say.” But the anxiety is slowly seeping out of Jaskier’s scent as he curls closer to Geralt. Geralt will probably regret letting him get this touchy feely, but that’s a problem for later, once the bard can see again and his heartbeat is back to normal.

“You’ll be able to see again by sunset,” Geralt tells him. “But I don’t think you have any chance of seeing tits tonight, not with the shit job you did flirting with the alderman’s niece.”

“Shit job? Geralt, she was charmed!”

“Have you ever met a woman before, Jaskier? One that you’re not paying to put up with you?”

Jaskier is so indignant that he spends a good part of the next hour telling Geralt about the people of various genders who have been won over by his charm and good looks. He doesn’t even seem to notice when his sight comes back.

(And Geralt doesn’t notice that he’s still holding Jaskier until the bard pulls away.)

***

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts

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[perverse-idyll]

HP Rec Fest Day 5

@hprecfest - theme: non-AO3 fic

We'll Take a Cup of Kindness Yet by dueltastic, Aberforth/Minerva/Severus, balanced between a triangle and a threesome, 20K

Among those who have read her work, Dueltastic is celebrated for her astute, dry wit, appreciation for unsentimental and highly competent characters, and incisive storytelling. The prose is chiseled, lean and quick as a greyhound, emotionally sharp but not dramatic, and flavored with a humane, unfailing sense of humor. This fic follows the aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts as filtered through the earthy, ironic sensibilities of Aberforth Dumbledore, aspiring bedwarmer of Minerva McGonagall, and witness to the secret she struggles to keep. The characterizations are marvelous, the chemistry abundant, and the feelings, although tightly reined in, are precisely detailed in pointed remarks and large-hearted acts of care. We have a very ill Snape, a Minerva at the end of her tether, and a shrewdly observant Aberforth who steps in where he's needed. This is what a love story between undemonstrative, deeply feeling adults looks like. (Hot tip: everything Dueltastic has written is worth reading.)

2. A Rowan in Winter by duniazade

2a. No Pepper-up for the Brave

2b. Under the Spreading Chestnut Tree

I've grouped these three short fics together because, while written over the course of three years, they're all set in the same AU. These are basically gen fics, glimpses into Severus Snape's impoverished childhood, departing from canon to give him a beleaguered but essentially loving family, a mother hounded by the unforgiving Ministry and a father helpless to keep them safe. There is also, on his mother's side, the heritage of an older, darker magic, a rather terrifying and implacable connection to ancient forces impossible for those of Prince blood to escape. The wizarding world looks very different from this point of view; Severus and his mum are persecuted by the Ministry, constantly under suspicion, and beholden to almost mythic powers that care little for their well-being or their survival in a hostile environment. The stories also shine a light on Severus's friendship with Lily, and the second fic follows them on a late evening detention in the Forbidden Forest that turns suddenly into a snow-bound nightmare. We get to see Lily's fierceness and the close bond between the two children - a bond that has snapped in the third fic, which shows the Ministry playing games with Eileen's life and Severus navigating his choices as an isolated teenager loyal to his mother, forced to grow up too fast, and trying to protect his sense of self while trapped in a game of fate he can't possibly win. He's nearly killed by an IRA bomb; has a reckoning with his mum; and tests himself against a succubus, alone in the dark. The prose style and the storytelling are beautiful and quiet, magical and real. The first story has a darkly luminous ending, but all three are haunting, and the characters who come and go are vivid, even the cameos. But Severus is the beating heart of these stories, and Duniazade will make you ache for him.

[thedeal-if]

The angst ask answer for Aliyah has me wondering 👀 how would the ROs react to & comfort a dying or severely injured mc? Sorry if this is spoilery or anything!!!

Loving ur writing so far u are so epic <3 /gen

Thank you anon😭💕

The angst ask!

Nearly all death scenes (no one is safe here) are already outlined and rely very heavily on the moment and the plot! I don't think this is spoilery at all without context so yay!

I chose the severely injured angst bc I got a very specific death scenario ask too and I didn't want to answer the same thing for the two of you/blend my answers into one ask ^^

Crushing stage btw

Dante doesn't think it's physically possible for him to keep his distance from you—as if simply holding your hand would give you enough leverage to slip away from him, as you lay bleeding out. No, Dante needs to hold you. He needs to be the one whose hands press against your bleeding stomach, the one whose chest attempts to chase your heartbeat from behind.

And there it is, Dante barely remembers that he too needs to breathe. He speaks, speaks, speaks, and then he realizes he's not speaking in English. Dante switches languages clumsily as the words weigh on his tongue:

“I know it hurts. I know, I know,” you wince in pain, Dante presses his lips together, his palms grow warmer and warmer against your wound “I’m gonna get you somewhere safe, okay? Hang on a second.”

Lilith thinks, rather irrationally, that the only reason they can smell your blood so vividly is because of her monstrous nature. They convince themselves that yours is a nick and theirs is a delusion fueled by overwhelming care and worry. But Lilith is often wrong, and the scent of blood grows so thick they can practically feel it down their throat.

“Oh, love,” Lilith frowns, they wrap an arm around your waist and help you sit down “Breathe with me, okay?”

You nod woozily and Lilith worries—they often do, they have plenty of reasons to be concerned about you. The Succubus removes their jacket and presses it against your wound.

“I’m here with you, love, everything will be okay.”

Your best friend proudly wears the badge of ‘Person Who Worries Most About [Name]’, and the mere idea of watching you getting hurt is more than enough for Josh to feel queasy—he has that good of an imagination. Josh can't fathom the thought of seeing you getting hurt, but control slips between his fingers like water, and that very thing is proven when he sees it unfold before his very eyes.

It's much worse than anything Josh could have imagined, but his mind isn't catching up with such a line of thought. He's too busy catching you before you fall, keeping you awake, trying to do something, anything. At all.

Josh's ears ring.

“Shit, fuck. Shit,” your best friend looks around. Josh needs to find some help, he keeps his hand tightly wrapped around your wrist, feeling your pulse against his fingers. Is he panicking? Josh feels like he is.

Villanelle thinks she's seeing things. Maybe it's some kind of prank, maybe it's a dream. Maybe she'll wake up on her cozy bed. But that doesn't happen.

The young witch then thinks this is a vision. Villanelle feels detached from her body as soon as you start bleeding, like her soul was flung out of her body and into a movie theatre: a horror movie starring you.

But Villanelle blinks and finds herself standing just as she was, battling denial.

“[Name]!” the witch calls, wide-eyed and terrified. She runs to your side frantically, hand trembling, “Stand— Stand still. I think I might be able to help. Everything will be okay—everything is okay.”

Leather rustles together as Victor takes off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders—it doesn't warm you up, but it does make you feel ever so slightly safe. The Demon Hunter pulls you a little closer, checks your breathing and pulse, he checks you over carefully in case you're bleeding. He's so methodical you almost feel like you're at a doctor's appointment. Victor presses a hand against your bloodied side. He grumbles something, speaks up when you woozily tilt your head in his direction.

“I'll take care of this,” Victor assures you, his inflection betrays nothing, but his hands are steady as they support you “Focus on staying awake, [Name]. Can you do that for me?”

Victor drags you, but then he stops and hoists you up.

Aliyah grips your shoulder, keeps you standing straight as your head swims with the lightheadedness of the pain. Her demeanor is serious, her eyes are anchored on your wound—and how it bleeds, bleeds, bleeds—

“It’s not fatal,” Aliyah declares, so coldly and so surely, you don't know what to think “Not now.”

The Genie looks up at you, then down at your wound. She sighs, hesitates, presses a finger against your non-fatal injury. You see her smirk a little.

“Do you want to wish for me to heal you?”

The situation is so bizarre you nearly laugh.

“Are you going to stop if a say no?” you gasp.

Aliyah hums a little, your wound stings as she seals it shut, “I'll add it to your tab. Let's find your doctor friend.”

Panic seizes him like a constrictor around his stomach. There's an entire rave in Nathan's stomach.

“Shit that looks bad,” Nathan mumbles.

He makes no effort to touch it, or you, at first. His hands hang by his side for a few moments, then he lifts them and cups your cheeks, thumb stroking your cheekbone.

“You're not dying on me, okay? I'm sure it's not that bad. Breathe with me.”

Nathan helps you breathe, and he also tells you to close your eyes. There's a soft press of his forehead against yours, and a brief light that burns your eyelids. It disappears as quickly as it came, and Nathan takes a wobbly step back.

“There,” he grins “All healed up.”

Eden catches you before you fall—she nearly falls with you, manages to draw strength from some unknown place, and keeps the two of you from keeling over. She pushes every muscle in her body until you find yourself sitting, with Eden pulling your shirt up—taking her own jacket off—and pressing the fabric against your injury. Eden strokes your knee when she sees you wince.

“Bear with it,” her voice sounding so rough might be due to nerves and not lack of empathy.

“I’ll try,” you wince again, forcing a tiny smile so she doesn't worry too much.

Eden rolls her eyes—fondly—and looks your wound over, “It looks bad. But not too bad. Hang on, [Name].”

[reinadora07]

It was supposed to be a pokemon based on... Queen Chrysalis from MLP. and now we're here. huh

The basic theme of this fan game would be that all of the pokemon have kinda stupid inspirations. Like obscure vocaloid songs, gen 1 glitches. the voidcritters from sims 4.

Anyway Jorogumo (Succubus?) Pokemon, or like, Bug Horse Mon. Yippee.

[animusvenenatus]

( ayca aysin turan, 30, cis woman, she/her) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that HALE ÖZDEMIR is an "ENTERTAINER" AT THE BEARDED LADY that works in SECTOR 9. According to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of SUCCUBUS PHYSIOLOGY. That must be why they’re ALLURING and DOMINANT. If you ask me, they remind me of icy blue eyes staring through you, a bloody heart pierced with sharp, red nails & the scent of sulfur mixed with black cherries. They are affiliated with THE JAGUARS.

basic information:

character name: hale ozdemir

nickname(s): n/a

birthday: october 31st

sexuality: pansexual

moral alignment: chaotic good

3 positive traits: resilient, kind, respectful

3 negative traits: bossy, impulsive, argumentative

biography (optional): tba!

questionnaire:

how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement? she was born in hell, but conceived in sol... so like, do we consider that a settlement??? who knows! sol is home to hale, and she enjoys living there because of the people she loves. it could definitely do with some improvement, though.

do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not? she simply does not care! unless something is affecting her directly, she's quite oblivious.

if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not? she chose her sector and job because of her mutation. being a succubus means that she's always in the mood for horizontal mattress dancing, so being an entertainer is easy money for her. it also gives her access to hundreds of people to feed from. she feeds off people's life-force/chi.

what’s one object that they always keep on their person? a keychain with a photo of her and samson in it.

mutant only section

what is your character’s ability (or abilities)? succubus physiology

are they gen i or gen ii? gen ii

what can your character do? what are their strengths? empathy, enhanced supernatural condition, enhanced sex appeal, siren kiss, desire inducement, indomitable sexuality/libido/lust, life-force absorption, seductive magnitism/subliminal seduction, sex healing, sex empowerment, supernatural beauty, supernatural reproduction, tantric metabolization, pleasure/lust empowerment, dream walking, demonic energy manipulation, natural weaponry (retractable claws, tail, wings, fangs)

this was me cutting out a bunch of powers btw... don't want her too op...

what can’t they do? what are their weaknesses? can be overpowered by angel phsyiology, religious icons, holy water, etc...

is there anything else you’d like to specify about them? she's just a babey! has little goat horns on top of her head that glow an icy shade of blue! her blue eyes glow when she feeds. her tail has a sharpened arrow tip, she has blades on her wings, and she has fangs that are similar to a vampire.

[simsbyjo]

Before moving on to our Generation 7 [can you believe that?]; Here's an updated Moonshadow Family Tree.

Here's a recap of all the gens:

Generation 1 - Mavis - Founder / Vampire

Generation 2 - Althea - Spellcaster

Generation 3 - Tyler - Werewolf

Generation 4 - Ruby - Succubus/Vampire

Generation 5 - Fae - Fairy/Spellcaster

Generation 6 - Nixie - Mermaid

Supernatural Legacy Challenge Beginning / Recent Challenge Rules here by @ashubii ♡

[the-crystal-femmes]

hey! we were wondering- and it’s totally fine if you don’t want to answer this, but if it’s okay could you guys share ula’s experience or some ways she knew he was a werewolf?

we’re wondering if wednesday is a werewolf or werecat and since they are similar- and well, because ula is a werewolf- it may help to hear about other werewolve’s experiences.

thank you! and again, no pressure <3 /gen,nf,lh

Ula, in her source, was a werewolf before she was a vampire or a succubus. Her earliest source memory is her as a pup! However it wasn't a.. Good one.

Ula is a strange werewolf. When transformed, she's furless, much like a werewolf we wish not to name. Unfortunately we can't give you any typical werewolf answers due to that. :(

Basically she just knows because she has source memories of it. She doesn't transform anymore and I think she doesn't even like to acknowledge it. She prefers talking about being a vampire above all else. /lh, nm, nbr

[tiralja]

You people were not lying, I do like the main story in Mabinogi! Tarlach and the succubus lady also might be the first romance I do like in the story, even if he should man up and either get with her or frankly reject her instead of just ghosting her for years. Morrigan reveal was p cool, loved the recontextualization of that meeting through Sheilas eyes, I do like me a good tragedy! All in all v exited to finish gen 1 soon. Now that I'm in blaanids boost vol 4 and should actually be doing them xP

[vikingsbigbang]

Let's Round 'em Up!

We'd like to apologize for the small delay in our round-up post. We have now collected every fic, teaser and art in one handy post for you to find! Take a dive in (beneath the 'readmore') and please leave our writers and artists some love!

1. The Shepperd and The Lamb by @heavenlymorals, art by @nothingtolosebutweight

Category: Gen Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word count: 9,3k Warnings: none Summary: Instead of honoring their promise of sending the young heathen, Ivar, back to Norway, the royal family instead put him under the care of the warrior bishop, Bishop Heahmund, to shed his heathen ways.

2. Strife within London by @emma-ofnormandy, art by @therealvikingstrash

Category: F/M Rating: Mature Word count: 11,2k Warnings: none Summary: Determined to prove those closest to the crown are responsible for the shrinking coffers in London, Emma brings the evidence she has gathered to Canute’s attention, expecting they both would come together and make a plan. Instead, she is reminded that London has not changed as much as she had thought under the reign of her second husband and it will take a certain touch to mend the bridge that was burned.

Author's promo can be found here!

3. The Lost Daughter by @northernxstories, art by @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog

Category: F/M  Rating: Explicit Word count: 22,5k Warnings: Character Death, Pandemic Summary: In this modern AU, Angrboda was lost to her family when a pandemic swept the world shortly after her fifth birthday. They became trapped on opposite sides of the wall that cut off the territory of Kattegat from the rest of the world. One of a dozen Sealed Territories around the world, Kattegat is assumed to be a dead city almost two decades later. When a team of scientists plan to breach the wall, Angrboda or Bodi as she is now known, schemes her way into the group with the help of her adopted sister, Sumi, and in order to do so, Bodi must hide her connection to the community. Once there, Kattegat is nothing like she expected. Faced with new information and unexpected connections, Bodi must decide if she'll remain true to the life she has built or find her home in Kattegat once again.

Author's promo can be found here!

4. veild the pole by @cerberusian, art by @nothingtolosebutweight

Category: M/M Rating: Explicit Word count: 6k Warnings: Dub-Con, Violence, Incest Summary: He thought he was dreaming when Ubbe came in. Ubbe had no reason to be here, except that Hvitserk wanted him here; so he must be a figment of Hvitserk's imagination.

5. Down With The Dust by @ulfrsmal, art by @underragingwaves

Category: M/M Rating: Explicit Word count: 11.5k Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, consent issues Summary: Stranded in Constantinople and in dire need of money to return to Norway and claim what was rightfully his, Harald hadn’t thought twice before pitching this idea to Leif – there were few things more delectable than admiring the raw power in his half-naked Greenlander – yet now Harald could see what bubbling rage could do… and started to doubt whether this had been a good idea after all.

Author's promo can be found here!

6. Pale On Pale by @bouncehousedemons, art by @therealvikingstrash

Category: F/F Rating: Explicit Word count: 6k Warnings: Violence, Gore, Character Death, cannibalism Summary: Kwenthrith does not remember going into the woods. She simply remembers waking up with an insatiable blood lust and a peculiar feeling that she is something "other". What Kwenthrith is not aware of is that she is now a succubus. It will take the deaths of many men and the ultimate test of her friendship with Judith before she realises she must either seek salvation or learn to live with her curse.

Author's promo can be found here!

7. Seafarer by @sigridsdottir, art by @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog

Category: F/M Rating: General Audiences Word count: 3,2k Warnings: none Summary: One day Ubbe's childhood companion realizes that perhaps she feels more for him than she originally thought and only when they are separated do they see how desperately they need one another. 

[tamamita]

Could a succubus wear a Hijab? /Gen

That's sort of like the plot of Demi-chan wa Kataritai

[lonely-darksun]

I do not mind the late response, I understand /gen

That is all very interesting. I think for me this.. Specific type of demon I am considering I may be stems again, from mental illness and trauma. Although I am afraid it is too inappropriate..? Considering I think I may a succubus demonkin. It is hard to explain but has to do with something in my rentry near the bottom. And I do not want to take on an identity that may be problematic by any means, I'm not sure if this is problematic but it's just, gah. Do you have any words on the matter?

- @batsbolts-andfangs

no matter where the demon stems from its a part of you. the question is do you accept and embrace it or shun and deny it. I dont think of demonnity as something that can not be problematic. in a way I think its inherently problematic as it is about those who are monsters of the deepest form yk? if that makes any sense. its a bit late, and when its late I get rambley and philosphoical.

[lionews]

“i remember when mane succubus was like 70gb, anyone else?”

now ur lucky to sell a low gen with decent BO for like 25-50. it’s not even about the profit its like, why do i have to be a try hard constantly grinding player to enjoy things at their peak lmao

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