#succubus blues

[books-in-a-storm]

Book Of The Week

Title: Georgina Kincaid #1 Succubus Blues

Author: Richelle Mead

Pages: 343

Synopsis:

When it comes to jobs in hell, being a succubus seems pretty glamorous. A girl can be anything she wants, the wardrobe is killer, and mortal men will do anything just for a touch. Granted, they often pay with their souls, but why get technical?

But Seattle succubus Georgina Kincaid's life is far less exotic. At least there's her day job at a local bookstore--free books; all the white chocolate mochas she can drink; and easy access to bestselling, sexy writer, Seth Mortensen, aka He Whom She Would Give Anything to Touch but Can't.

But dreaming about Seth will have to wait. Something wicked is at work in Seattle's demon underground. And for once, all of her hot charms and drop-dead one-liners won't help because Georgina's about to discover there are some creatures out there that both heaven and hell want to deny. . .

[strawchocoberry]

LUSTFUL HEIGHTS

Work it for the camera, little film star

kinktober 2024 — day eight

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ featuring. shidou ryusei x fem reader

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ content warnings. smut, sextape, public sex, cunnilingus, nipple play, spanking, dirty talk, orgasm denial, squirting, breeding kink

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ synopsis. confession from the old tower — word count. 1.7k 

The flames from the bonfires crackle, yet nobody can hear them over the sound of music and conversations. Laughs and small arguments can be heard from every direction. Everyone has settled in groups already, a couple people going back and forth between different groups, messing around and causing chaos. But it is slowly getting more quiet, seeing as some start vanishing in isolated places around, for obvious reasons. 

You got dragged here by none other than Shidou, who just had to have the most insane idea about tonight. And though you agreed at first, now you feel a bit unsure about it. You watch him chat and fool around with the other guys, yet your mind is still stuck on what’s going to happen. Well, to be fair, you were the one initiating everything. More accurately that text you sent him about thinking how fun it would be to get fucked on camera and post it on twitter. You already know that Shidou has one such account, posting faceless videos and whatnot. 

And so he just suggested you do it. He’s wanted to film outdoor sex for a while now, but didn’t have anyone to film with, his words, not yours. And what better occasion to film such a filthy video than tonight on Devil’s Night? 

As time passes by, you think that perhaps he’s forgotten all about it. You pray he has. But when you see him approaching you with that devious smirk curling up his lips and his backpack on one shoulder, you know. He hasn’t forgotten. 

Shidou discreetly drags you after him, entering the old tower sitting a few metres away from where the party is still in full bloom. You go up a couple floors and stop when he finds the perfect spot to shoot. You watch him arrange his cameras, fumbling with the flimsy skirt he had you wear for tonight. Your nervousness doesn’t pass unnoticed by him. When he’s done, he approaches you, cupping your cheek to make you look at him. 

“Changed your mind?”

Yet you avoid answering him, looking at the camera. “Is it filming now?” you ask, turning to look at him again. 

“Yeah, but don’t worry. I’ll crop out our faces.” He pauses for a moment, before adding, “If you’re still down for this.” 

You think about it for a moment. You’re nervous, but his presence is calming you down. Besides, you wanted to do this to do something “you’d never do in your right mind,” as you said in that text. If there’s one night you’re allowed to let those dark thoughts you usually hide break loose, it’s tonight. 

Taking one last look between the camera and him, you wrap your arms around him, standing on your toes to reach him. “Don’t disappoint me.”

He smirks. “When have I ever?”

Shidou captures your lips hostage, groping your arse and lifting you off the ground, carrying you to the stone bench behind you. He sits down with you on his lap, biting your lip and dragging it out, while looking into your eyes. You involuntarily moan, tugging at his hair, as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, nibbling and sucking on your sweet flesh to leave behind his marks. 

He lifts your hoodie up, making you bite the hem to keep it up for him. His large palms grope your plush tits over your bra, pulling the fabric down and making them spill out in his hands. He runs the pads of his thumbs over your nipples, eliciting a soft muffled moan from your lips. Shidou teases your sensitive nipples until they become erect little buds. And even then, he doesn’t leave them alone, taking them in turns in his mouth, sucking and biting them, slapping them too. 

You’ve forgotten all about the camera filming you, instead your mind screaming to be fucked at this very instant, else it’ll die. Unconsciously, while he’s busy tending to your delicious tits, you start grinding yourself on his trousers. Shidou stops his ministrations and instead looks up at you, still biting down on your hoodie, softly whimpering as you rub your needy core over his clothed crotch. 

“So needy,” he coos, slapping your arse hard, making you squeal. “Want my cock that bad, pretty girl?”

Your cheeks blush at his words which go straight to your needy cunt. He knows what you want and he’s only teasing you because it’s fun. Letting the hem of the hoodie fall out of your mouth, you look at him irritated, tugging at his hair hard. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” 

In a second, Shidou stands up and places you down on the bench, kneeling before you and spreading your legs. His smirk only grows bigger when he notices the absence of your panties. Not that he didn’t know. He’s the one who told you not to wear any tonight, confiscating them to tease you when you arrived here earlier, when the party started. He pushes your skirt up, giving the camera a perfect view of your pretty pussy, before his tongue darts out to lick your folds. 

The way he eats you out is aggressive, more so than he usually does. He’s desperate to taste you and have you screaming his name along with praises for everyone in the near vicinity to hear you. He toys with your clit and thrusts his long tongue inside your needy little hole, your failed attempts to stay quiet pleasing him. And yet, before you’re able to cum all over his tongue, he pushes away to tease you once more. 

“Arsehole.” 

Shidou laughs, coming up to kiss your lips once more, letting you taste yourself on him. You moan in your kiss, your exposed pussy getting caressed by the fall night breeze blowing. He undoes his trousers, pulling them down along with his underwear to free his throbbing dick, slapping it on your wet cunt, smirking in your lips at the sweet complaint sounds you make. He rubs the crown on your folds, coating it in your arousal, before he thrusts inside you, filling you up in one go, groaning at how tight you feel around him. 

“Fuck, pretty…” Shidou grunts. “So tight for me.” 

He catches your legs, holding them above his forearms as he starts pounding you, hard and fast. You cover your mouth with your hands to prevent your moans from spilling out, terrified of being heard by the people at the party. And he finds this sight of you, all desperate for his cock, yet still afraid of getting caught, so fucking adorable, he can’t help thrusting even harder, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot of yours to draw out your moans you so frantically try to deprive him of. 

“What happened, pretty? Don’t want other people hearing how much of a slut you are for me? How desperate you are for my cock?” 

“F-Fuck you, Ryu.” 

“Oh? Is that the problem?” Burying himself inside you, Shidou lifts you up and takes a seat on the bench, having you straddle his legs. You let out a low moan, feeling him even deeper with this change in positions. “Then go right ahead, sweets,” he says, leaning back, his hands groping your arse. “Fuck me till you’re satisfied.” 

You glare at him only for a moment, before you start riding his cock. He’s pissing you off right now, but you’re still frustrated about not coming earlier. And if he’s going to tease you like that, you may as well use him to get off. 

He’s not stupid. He knows you’re cursing at him in your pretty little mind. He makes you bite the hem of your hoodie once more, not because he’s scared you’ll start cursing at him on camera, but simply because Shidou wants to see your perky tits bouncing as you ride him. Yet as punishment for mentally cursing at him, he still spanks your arse and slaps your tits, making you cry. But that’s nothing. 

The tears start falling when he once more denies you the pleasure of feeling that high, denying you your orgasm again. He wipes your tears and kisses your pouty lips, as you punch his shoulders and desperately try to move yourself. But it’s pointless, he’s holding you down on him too tight to be able to move. When he breaks the kiss, you’re ready to slap him. 

However, before you even realise it, Shidou has you on your hands and knees, thrusting right back in your depths from behind, the aggressive sound of skin slapping against skin reverberating through the walls of this old tower. You try to push yourself back to him, away from the window, not wanting to be seen, but of course, he does not allow that, forcing you till the middle of the windowsill. You pray that due to the height, nobody will see you. 

You try, you really do, but it’s so hard not to moan when he starts rubbing your clit, slapping it from time to time to torment you even more. And as you feel your orgasm building up inside you again, he starts to slow down. And you’re so desperate to cum, you don’t care if you’re heard or seen. 

“Ryu, please, no!” you whimper, looking at him over your shoulder, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Please, I wanna cum! I wanna cum so bad! Please, Ryu!” 

His indifferent expression turns into a devilish smirk, as he wraps both hands around your neck and pulls you back, your body arching against him. “Look at you, begging so good for me.” His pace slowly picks up again, your eyes closing from the impending pleasure. “Go ahead, sweets. Make a mess on my cock for me.” 

And you do. You make a real mess, squirting all over his dick and triggering his own orgasm, having him spill his hot seed inside your tight pussy. You relax in his arms, leaning back on him, as he holds you, kissing your temple. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum loads whenever I watch this video.” 

“Are you going to upload it?” 

You hear him laugh and turn to look at him over your shoulder. He catches your chin, bringing you closer to his face. 

“I was never going to upload shit,” Shidou reveals. “You’re meant for me and only me.”

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

[crescentmoonsandroses]

Drew Vamp-Chan and Skulls from @theskeletongames' fic The Skeleton Games. It was fun, I love how much shorter Sans is than Vamp-Chan. (Actually, I'm pretty sure he's supposed to be a bit shorter, but I forgot to check the height chart before I drew it. Oh well.)

Underfell was made by Vic the Underfella. The Skeleton Games and Vamp-Chan belong to Poetax.

[juliathesuccubus]

Artists UNITE!!

So... With all these changes going on, I got a few things to say.

The new "Block" feature. I put quotes on that because with the new changes made, it is essentially useless. As it says, any accounts blocked will still be able to view your content, but won't be able to engage with them, such as leaving a comment or retweeting or anything. BUT if you truly want to protect your posts and limit who can see what, you can lock your account. But that means you won't be able to get more engagement or new followers.

This also means that NSFW artists/content creators who've blocked minors from seeing their content? Yeah, those minors are gonna have full access anyways and there us nothing we can do about it except maybe report them.

Any abusers/stalkers who like to keep tabs on your accounts? They can see, regardless of being blocked.

This has got to be a violation and Google Play and Apple App Store should put X on blast for it.

The second thing!!

If any of you have seen the tweet going around, there has been a recent change to the Terms of Service and will be effective come November 15th.

It'll let Twitter use your posts (images, videos, audio) to train their Grok AI. You can opt out, but come Novwmber 15th, you just automatically get opted back in.

I dunno about y'all, BUT I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVING MY STUFF USED FOR AI PURPOSES!!

And if you feel the same, I have a suggestion:

I think that we, as artists and content creators, should unite together and nuke our Twitter/X accounts. I know it's a lot, especially those who have really put a lot of work into it, but would you really want to have all that hard work just be fed to an AI?

I say any and all content we have on Twitter should immediately be migrated over to other sites.

Bluesky is always nice and have no complaints so far and since these changes Twitter/X made, they've gain a huuuuuge amount of traffic.

Cora is another place I've been hearing about. I have no opinions about it so far, but did make an account. I've heard they're very anti-AI, so that's good!

Pillowfort could still be a go-to possibly. Hell, maybe even here on Tumblr since it's been getting active again!

We've got options! We can give one last fuck you to Elongated Muskrat to show what we think about his new changes! But that choice is ultimately up to you.

If you guys wanna follow me, my BlueSky account is here, but fair warning, I do post NSFW art on there.

[strawchocoberry]

HIDDEN DESIRES

I just wanna be one of your girls tonight

kinktober 2024 — day two

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ featuring. wild card kunigami rensuke x fem reader

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ content warnings. smut, free use, manhandling, handcuffs, face-fucking, throat-fucking, belly bulge, slight nipple play, slight dirty talk, orgasm denial, breeding kink

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ synopsis. confession from the yacht — word count. 1.3k 

The idea was to do something crazy. Something you’d never do under any other circumstances. And that’s how you find yourself in the luxurious yacht of one of the Horsemen, waiting in one of the bedrooms. If you were honest, you are feeling kind of nervous. A tiny part of you wants to run away, back the way you came here. But there’s this other side, the one currently winning over in this dilemma, which wants you to experience this. Because when else will you ever have a chance like this? 

Your biggest concern is who’s going to come through that door. With whom you’re going to spend the night. A few guys caught your attention earlier while you were boarding the yacht. Especially an orange-haired one. He looked so… lifeless? Like a cyborg. But damn he was so good looking, not to mention his body had you practically creaming your panties. It’d be great if he were to appear in your room, though you’re a bit unsure of how the night would go if that were to happen. 

Time’s passing by and your heart is beating so fast, filled with both excitement and anxiety. The lingerie set you were given to wear leaves almost nothing to the imagination. The more time goes by, the more self-conscious you’re feeling. 

Yet all these thoughts fly out of the window and into the sea when the door opens. Unconsciously, you’re holding back your breath, watching the orange-haired come inside. Kunigami Rensuke. The cyborg, as many seem to call him these days, probably due to his usual lifeless expression. You can see his eyes scrutinising you, before he starts walking towards you. 

Kunigami leans closer to you, placing both hands on either side of your hips on the edge of the bed. “You sure you won’t regret this? This might be your last chance to get out.” There’s a warning in his voice. 

One that goes in from one ear and out the other. Because only now that you have him right in front of you, can you see just how much bigger he is compared to you, can smell his masculine scent. All you can think about is getting fucked by the man. 

“I won’t,” you say in a confident tone. 

For a long second, he just stares at you. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he finally replies.  

Kunigami picks you up and throws you further up on the bed, having you lie on your back. He comes up to you, straddling your body between his toned thighs and reaching over to the nightstand, taking out a pair of handcuffs. He cuffs your wrists to the headboard, smirking at the small glimpse of fear gleaming in your eyes. 

He grabs your face and leans closer to you, so close, your lips are barely touching. “It’s too late to run now.” Unbuckling his belt, he removes his trousers and boxers and stands right in front of your face, his big fat cock pressing against your cheek. “You look kinda cute right now,” he says, rubbing the crown on your lips, before sliding himself inside your warm mouth. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll be gentle with you.” 

Kunigami doesn’t give you another warning before he’s thrusting down your throat viciously, using your little mouth to satisfy his own needs. Your tears make him smirk, his thrusts becoming harder the more you cry on his dick that stretches your mouth. You cannot read his expression, his emotions hidden behind his metal armour. 

Very few know what happened to the once so called hero that turned him into this cold and heartless machine he is today. But one thing everybody knows is that tonight all hell’s breaking loose. Because tonight is the only night Kunigami can let off all steam without worrying about the potential repercussions of his actions. You came here willingly, so it’s only fair he uses you to his heart’s content, right?

One last thrust and Kunigami sheaths himself in your mouth, spurting his cum down your throat. You gag, but he doesn’t let you pull away, holding you by the hair against his girth until you’ve swallowed all of his cum down. Only then does he pull out, leaving you coughing and heaving from the intensity of his action. 

Even then though, your reprieve lasts barely a few seconds. Before you realise it, you’re flipped on your stomach. His strong hands catch the measly fabric of your panties and tear a hole in them, revealing your sweet pussy to him. He could offer to prep you up a bit, but tonight is not about you; it’s about him. So when Kunigami thrusts his cock inside you, you feel your body getting split in half. 

He pulls out almost completely, before slamming himself back inside you, hearing you cry out, as you hold onto the cuffs. His hands grip your waist tightly as he starts forcing your small body against him, repeatedly hitting that one specific spot inside you that makes your mind momentarily go blank. You cannot explain it in words. But even though he’s rough and you’re screaming in pain, you don’t really mind it. 

Rather you’re clenching hard around him, meowling and moaning for him. Maybe you’re insane. Or maybe it’s because the sweet love you’ve been getting all this time has left you lukewarmly satisfied. Your body has never had a reaction this strong as it has for this man. He hasn’t been fucking you for that long anyway and your brain has already turned into mush, letting him manhandle you however he wants and pleases. 

It’s a surprise for Kunigami too, though. When he first saw you at the dock and even when he walked in here, he was certain you’d start crying and begging him to let you go, because he was “too much”. Consider him pleased when you come undone all over his dick, shamelessly moaning his name for everyone in the yacht to hear. Not that he particularly minds. If anything, it makes him harder. 

His movements come to a halt and he runs a hand through his hair. Flipping you over to your back, he uncuffs you and leans close to your face, wiping away a few tears with his thumb. “Look at you, already fucked out,” he sneers, then his voice drops to a whisper. “And I’ve barely started.” Kissing you right now might be the only sign of affection he’s going to give you tonight. 

When he starts pounding you again, you cling to him as if your life depends on it. In a sense, it does. Kunigami groans when you dig your nails into his broad shoulders, his cock twitching inside your throbbing walls. Looking down in between your bodies, he can clearly see his bulge poking at your stomach whenever he thrusts inside and it turns him on more than he thought it’ll ever will. 

And when he presses down on your stomach, your eyes roll to the back of your skull and you think for a moment you’ll come on the spot, again. Kunigami buries himself in your tits, taking one out of your lacy bra and toying with your nipple, biting and licking it like a lollipop, eliciting more sweet sounds from you. He can’t help but laugh against your tit when you whimper, complaining about him ruining his tempo when you were so so so close to another orgasm. 

“I let you cum once. I never said I’d let you cum again.”

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

[thisearthycat]

testament drawn in the skull slippers in this post ☝️☝️☝️

sorry if this looks lazy, imma redraw it but this is just so i dont forget

[strawchocoberry]

DANGEROUS MIRAGES

So, 9:30? I’ll see you there

kinktober 2024 — day six

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ featuring. itoshi sae x fem reader

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ content warnings. smut, mirror sex, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, spanking, dacryphilia, dirty talk, denied orgasms, breeding kink

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ synopsis. confession from the house of mirrors — word count. 1.7k

Wandering through the house of mirrors, there’s an uneasy feeling creeping up your spine. The way out seems endless, not to mention non-existent. Everywhere you look, you can only see yourself reflected in the mirrors surrounding you. Your heart is thumping with anxiety, the eerie silence unnerving.

There are three outcomes once entering the house of mirrors. One, you get lost in the reflections and are unable to get out, embarrassingly having to wait for someone to help you out. Two, after wandering for a while, you’re greeted by the cool breeze blowing outside and a sense of dissatisfaction for which you can do nothing to erase. And three, find the secret room where he is and observes everyone entering the house of mirrors. While the most exciting outcome, it’s the hardest one to accomplish. And you only get one chance; if you get out of the house before finding his secret room, you can never enter again.

Clenching your phone in your hand, you can feel his cursed text biting you through the screen; Come find me in my secret room. Who does he think he is? Itoshi fucking Sae. Does he really expect you to go there just because he called you? Of course he did, given how you’re carefully treading through this maze of mirrors, scrutinising the entire place with your gaze to find a hint that will lead you to him.

Your irritation is written all over your face and he can’t help but laugh, watching you so desperately trying to find him. He’s lost count of how many others have tried to find him. He couldn’t care less though, seeing how none of them even got close to finding him. But you’ll find him. He knows you can. That’s why he called you. His eyes narrow on the screen, his lips curling up in a smirk as he watches you approaching, completely unaware of how close to him you are.

Wandering around while looking at your surroundings, you don’t see the mirror in front of you, until you bump into it. You rub your reddened nose, grumbling about this ridiculous bastard that “made” you come here and play his games for his own entertainment — as if you didn’t practically run here on your own volition as soon as tonight’s events started.

The mirror you just bumped into catches your attention. There’s something different about this particular mirror. And taking a closer look around, this area is slightly brighter than the rest. Placing your finger on the mirror, you notice the gap between your fingertip and its reflection and you know. You’ve found it. You’ve found him. You inspect the mirror, trying to find something, a way to get on the other side. And when you get too impatient, you take a quick glance around and ready your fist to smash it.

Yet before you even get the chance to break it, the mirror-door opens and you’re pulled inside, crashing on his hard chest. “I knew you’d find me, but I didn’t expect you to try and break the mirror.”

“So? Where’s my reward?” you ask, looking up at him.

“Reward?” Sae raises an eyebrow.

“I found you! Nobody has ever found you!” You fold your arms to your chest. “I believe I deserve a reward for my accomplishment!”

“Is that so?”

You glare at him for a moment, before he catches you off guard when he kneels before you. He kisses your bare thighs, his hands sliding underneath your skirt to cup your arse.

“Hmm? No underwear? My my, someone was really eager to see me,” he teases.

Sae spreads your legs and buries his face between your thighs, his head getting lost underneath your skirt. For a moment, you just watch the scene unfold like a fool. A low moan escapes your lips as you feel his tongue sliding up your folds, finding your clit and toying with it.

“W-What are you doing?” you ask, covering your mouth with the back of your hand to muffle your moans.

Sae emerges from underneath your skirt, a devious smirk curling up his lips. “You asked for a reward, so I’m giving it to you. Unless… you changed your mind.”

You want to curse at him, but you’re afraid he might not give you your reward if you do, so instead you keep your pretty little mouth shut. Smirking, Sae returns to his work. His hands massage your arse, slapping it every once in a while, as he’s making out with your cunt that gets wetter the more attention he gives it. However, when you’re about to cross the edge of ecstasy, he leaves you hanging by a thread for dear life, coming out from underneath your skirt and standing up, laughing cruelly at your frustrated reaction.

Embarrassed, you turn around to leave, but Sae doesn’t let you, catching both your arms and holding them behind your back with one hand. You squirm and try to break free, but it’s pointless. And then you hear it, the sound of the slap he just landed on your arse. First you hear it and then you feel it burning your skin.

“Did you really think I’d let you cum after you’ve been cursing at me for an entire hour?” he darkly whispers in your ear, his free hand already working on undoing his trousers. “Or did you think I wouldn’t know?”

He thrusts inside and for a moment, your mind goes blank, a few tears gathering in your eyes from the sudden intrusion. Sae doesn’t give you time to adjust, instead fucks you roughly from the very start, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. You bite down on your lip to muffle your moans, while mentally cursing at him. But there’s no denying how his dick is making you feel so good right now, stretching you out just right and hitting all the right spots.

Your eyes widen, seeing a few girls approaching from the other side of the two-way mirror. You open your mouth terrified to warn Sae, while he takes his chance to slide two fingers inside.

“Look at them, they’re trying to find me, just like you did. But of course, they won’t find me. They can’t.” He almost sounds pleased. “And well, even if they do, I’ll just show them how much better your pussy is.” You feel him leaning to your ear, his hot breath making it difficult for you to think straight. “Unless you want them to hear how good I’m making you feel right now.”

You immediately shake your head negatively, making him laugh. Because right now you’re not thinking. If you were, you’d know that this room is soundproof, otherwise it wouldn’t be that difficult to find him. But that just works in Sae’s favour. He assaults your sweet spot and slaps your arse, eliciting muffled moans and whimpers and cries from you that linger to his ear. You’re completely at his mercy, unable to move away from him, and can only pray those girls will leave soon enough.

And when they do, a wave of relief washes over you. But it’s not just relief. Without realising it, you’re cumming all over his cock, screaming on his fingers and clenching around him. Sae fucks you through your high, before releasing his hot milky cum inside you. For a moment, you’re just standing there, the only thing that can be heard in the room being your laboured breaths. He pulls out of you and you hold onto the wall for support, feeling your mixed arousals dripping down your thighs. You hear his footsteps getting further away from you, but you’re too busy finding your lost breath to check what he’s up to.

Sae walks to the monitor and watches those girls exiting the house of mirrors. Finally, he thinks, walking back to you. He catches your wrist and drags you with him outside of his secret room and into the main hall of the building. Once more you’re surrounded by your reflections, only this time, Sae’s with you too. You don’t understand why he brought you out. Yet before you can ask him, he pushes you against a mirror, his hands on either side of your head, caging you in.

“S-Someone might come and see us,” you say.

“Nobody is coming any more, angel,” he reassures you, catching your chin and rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip. “The game was over when you found me, those girls just happened to have entered after you.”

You gulp and your uneasiness makes him chuckle. He leans down and kisses your lips, devouring you, before lifting you in his arms, pressing your back against the mirror. You scream against his lips, as he slides himself inside your cunt once more, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders and hair, pulling it tightly. Sae groans in your lips, the sound making you clamp down on him, before he slams you down on his cock.

“Scream all you want,” he breathes in your neck, sucking on your flesh to leave a hickey. “I want everyone to hear you.”

Even if you wanted to do the opposite, the way he’s pounding your pussy makes it impossible to stay quiet. Wherever you look, you can only see his muscular back, his muscles flexing underneath his shirt with every movement, and your own fucked out expression, lips parted to moan for him. His nails dig into your arse, the pain making you hiss. And just like earlier, before you’re able to cum, he puts you down.

“You fucking prick—”

You don’t have the time to finish your sentence when he turns you around and lifts you up, holding your legs spread as he slides inside you once more. Terrified of falling, your arms reach back and hold onto him, as he starts thrusting. Your cheeks are so red, you don’t dare look in the mirror, but that’s almost impossible, given how you’re surrounded by mirrors.

“If you continue looking elsewhere, I won’t let you cum for the entire night,” Sae threatens.

Unwillingly, you look at your reflections, your cheeks blushing harder than before. And that only makes his smirk grow bigger.

“That’s a good slut, taking my cock so well.”

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

[pleather-breakfast]

Imo it feels like Jared, Cameron & Red despise America so much because typically men hate individuals who perform feminity the way she does. How dare she be young, confident and peppy. How dare she like pink and be flirty and join in on jokes. I think back to Jared going out of his way to bash her for her voice during the Pressure Cooker ((when she wasn't even soeaking)) and I can't think of a reason for him or the other two to despise her for anything else besides them disliking the way she expresses herself as a woman on some fundamental level ((to which we've heard Red explicitly rant about)) and it's really upsetting because it feels like her only crime to warrant this treatment is simply her trying to be social with them

[ashenvein-gate]

Beautifully nervous wrecks

Each succubus's form is manifested purely by their own will and power, perfectly tailored to match their own deepest desires. Each is the embodiment of their own ideal of beauty.

You might think this would make us extremely confident, but it can actually be quite nerve wracking. Our forms are richly-layered expressions of our innermost selves, direct embodiments of our tastes, philosophies, and all the artfulness we've cultivated throughout our lives. If someone finds the form of a succubus unappealing, that's tantamount to finding the succubus as a person unappealing.

[starified-lizzy]

Just realized I’m gonna be 20 next week. Kill me now.

Anyways AU INFO; Armaros(from Big Brother mod) and Tabi(VS Tabi mod)

Since Navy(BB) is canon in my au, that also makes Armaros(the fallen angel bastard) canon. And I have… an interesting concept for Navy’s temporary death(which was canon form the OG mod, it’s not secret) in mind if I end up showing off the AU in comic format. 👀 (or I could just draw it regardless lmao)

Tabi is also canon, which I think I kinda mentioned at some point regarding Blue’s(BF’s) scars? He’s Sophie’s(GF) second Ex, her first being Spirit.

Anyways- at some point, Tabi and Armaros gang up to go after Soph because it makes sense from a strategic standpoint lol

Send me asks, plz. Can either be about the au, a specific character, or to a character if you want their specific response.

[strawchocoberry]

ANGELICALLY DEVILISH

Good girl, good at being naughty

kinktober 2024 — special

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ featuring. michael kaiser x fem reader

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ content warnings. smut, angel/devil roleplay, face-fucking, deepthroat, choking, manhandling, nipple play, spanking, overstimulation, dirty talk, mirror sex, breeding kink

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ synopsis. confession from the club — word count. 1.8k

And despite the festivities of Devil’s Night, Halloween still attracts everyone into partying the night away once more. Here you are, lost in the sea of people at the most high end club of the city, dancing with your friends and numerous other strangers. Everybody’s dressed in slutty halloween costumes, you included. Slowly, you become the centre of attention as pieces of your costume seem to practically evaporate into thin air, leaving you in a flimsy white two piece lingerie set along with your cute angel wings and halo, dancing on your white platform boots. 

The most scandalous little angel could never pass unnoticed by the predator devil lurking from the comfort of his sofa in the vip area, surrounded by women dressed in all kinds of costumes. And while he certainly enjoys his drink and the feather-like touches of all these strangers, his eyes are focused on the angel dancing seductively on the dance floor, tempting even the most disciplined of men. 

He watches you wrap your arms around your friend’s neck and dance with her, bodies colliding to the rhythm. And then you start kissing her half-naked body, from her neck, down her chest until you kneel in front of her and kiss her barely above her panties, eliciting bemused screams from the crowd watching you. But the show’s not over. You turn around and ever so slowly stand back up, grinding yourself against your friend. And he is on the verge of staining his trousers with cum, seeing your friend choke your neck and grope your tit, as the two of you continue dancing. 

Even if he wanted to, the devil couldn’t stay away from such an angel. During the next round of drinks, the blond devil appears before you, offering you a drink. “Kaiser,” he introduces himself, his voice velvet and hypnotising you into giving him your own name. Innocently, your gaze drinks him in. He’s wearing a black silk shirt, leaving a couple buttons open, hints of a blue rose tattoo and toned abs coming into view, along with dark trousers, devil horns and black wings. He looks like the fallen angel Lucifer himself. 

You dance together among the people, yet this odd couple of an angel and a devil gets the spotlight. A while later, Kaiser leads you away from the masses and back to his little kingdom in the vip area, the women who kept him company leaving to search for another when you arrive. He sits down on the sofa and pulls you to sit on his lap, not caring that you can feel his boner. It’s your fault his dick is clawing at the bars of its enclosure, demanding to be set free. And he can’t help the dark chuckle that leaves his lips at the sight of your blushed cheeks. 

“What happened, little angel?” he asks, bringing your drink to your lips, watching you take a sip. “Did you get lost on the way to Paradise?” 

“Perhaps,” you reply, your voice a mix of mystery and playfulness. You shift on top of him, sitting face to face with him and straddling him with your thighs. You smirk at his groan, feeling his boner right underneath your pussy, the flimsy barriers of clothes not enough to prevent him from feeling you throbbing. “But I thought this was Paradise,” you say ever so innocently, even though your earlier actions were far from it. You lean closer to his lips, looking into his eyes and whispering, “Was I mistaken?” 

His hands find their way to your arse, digging into the flesh when you start grinding yourself against him. You’re so hot, biting your lip to keep your moans low, even if nobody would be able to hear them over the loud music of the club. Hesitantly, you lean closer, your lips brushing against his. Kaiser grabs the back of your neck and crushes his lips on yours, devouring you whole in open-mouthed kisses. He tastes like whiskey and darkness, a prince of Hell no doubt. 

You moan against his lips, your hands running through his hair and down his toned abs. When he finally breaks the kiss, your lips are slightly swollen and parted, heavy short breaths faintly reaching his ears over the loud music. 

“For an angel you’re quite sinful.” His gaze darkens, his hand delivering a harsh slap to your arse, a low moan escaping your lips to his pleasure. “Must this devil teach you how to repent?”

He doesn’t need your permission, because you’ve already given it to him. Your eyes sparkle with all the possible things he could do to you. But nothing you can imagine will ever come close to the things he’s already thought. Kaiser takes you to one of the private rooms of the club, locking the door behind him, before slamming you against the wall, kissing you once more, his knee separating your legs. 

He tears apart the flimsy bra you’re wearing, your upper body now fully naked in front of him. “Don’t worry, little angel. You’re going home with me tonight,” he murmurs against the skin of your neck at your complaints. He trails kisses down your chest, your tits filling his palms, as he takes one nipple in his mouth. He sucks on it and bites it, eliciting your sweet little moans that make his cock twist inside his trousers, before giving the same treatment to the other one. You can’t help but grind against his knee, panties already soaked. 

His fingers rub your clothed pussy, your wetness curving a satisfactory smirk on his lips. “On your knees, angel,” he orders. Kaiser pushes you down on your knees, feeling as if he could cum on the spot just by looking at the innocent way your eyes look up at him. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his trousers and boxers down, his cock springing free, hard and eager to feel your touch. “Show me what your little mouth can do. And maybe you’ll be forgiven for your sins.” 

Your hand wraps around his shaft, your thumb spreading his precum all over his crown, before you take him in your mouth. You eagerly suck him off, looking up to see him struggling to contain his own moans and groans at how good it feels to be enveloped by the warmth of your mouth. He notes how you teasingly run your tongue over the vein of his cock. You look like sin, even if you’re a little angel. And it feels even more sinful, as if the devil is corrupting you with his dark desires. 

Kaiser gathers your hair in a pretty ponytail before taking control, thrusting his hips impatiently into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. Your moans reverberate all over his dick, bringing him closer and closer to his release until he spills his hot cum down your little throat. When he pulls out, you gasp for air, your throat slightly sore from his assault. But that’s nothing compared to how sore your cunt will be once he’s done with you. 

Pulling you to your feet, he drags you over to the table, hoisting you over its wooden surface and pushing you down to lie on it. You watch him grab the waistband of your panties, before tearing the fabric apart. Kaiser feasts on the sight of your pussy, all wet and glistening with desire for him. He’s dying to bury himself in your depths, but first, he has to punish this naughty angel for daring to tease him earlier. He rubs his cock on your wet folds, slipping between them, but never past your hole. There’s a sadistically cruel smirk on his lips as he watches you squirm underneath him. 

“You’re so cute, little angel, whimpering and moaning for me,” he rasps, rubbing his dick over your clit. “It almost makes this devil feel sorry for the things he’s about to do to you.” 

Without warning, Kaiser thrusts inside you, filling you up and stretching you with his length. Your walls tighten around him as he starts fucking you hard, holding your legs up on either side of his waist. Each thrust feels deeper than the previous, the devil quickly finding your sweet spot and launching an assault on it, feasting on your whimpers and cries. Your hands slip through his open shirt and rest on his waist, bringing him closer to you as you seek for another of his forbidden kisses. He groans on your lips when your nails scratch his waist, his cock twitching inside you. 

And as he continues thrusting at his own merciless pace, you pull away from his lips and kiss his neck, sucking his soft skin to leave marks of your own, marks that match the ones he’s left on your breasts. He can feel your body tensing as your orgasm approaches and before long, your walls flutter around him and you scream his name in pure ecstasy. Kaiser, however, doesn’t stop defiling your angelic body even as you tremble and moan and cling to him. Each thrust knocks the air out of your lungs, his balls hitting your arse and making the table screech underneath his sheer force. 

A few more thrusts and he sheaths himself inside you, filling you up with his seed. For a few moments, his movements come to a halt, his body hovering over yours, his forehead resting on yours, whilst he remains buried in your pulsing depths. You kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck, his hand travelling up to choke your delicate neck. When he pulls back, he brushes your bottom lip with his thumb, before his hand returns to its previous position. 

“Am I forgiven now?” 

“Far from it,” Kaiser replies, pulling out of you. 

He chuckles at your whiny complaint, your pussy feeling empty without him inside you. He pulls you off the table, his hands groping your arse, before landing a harsh slap on it, making you moan and clench over nothing. He turns you around and forcefully bends you over the surface, your plush tits flattening against the wood. He slaps your arse again, harder this time, the sting lingering a bit longer and the mark of his handprint burning your skin. 

Kaiser thrusts inside you, wrapping your hair around his fist to pull your upper body off the table. There’s a mirror across the table, giving you the perfect view of you getting railed by the devil. Your tits bounce with each thrust, covered in his marks. You see him lean closer and leave a few more on your neck, his pace never breaking. Your lips part to desperately moan for him, as if he’s your revered god. 

“Welcome to the real paradise, angel,” Kaiser whispers darkly in your ear. “Welcome to Hell.”

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special thanks to @/lumiambrose for giving me this idea