#succubus reader

[natsukicookies]

The sinful allure

A reverse harem batboys x succubus!reader

No proper beta read, we die like jason todd

Prologue < masterlist > chapter 2

Sun crept through your window, bright and annoying. You groaned, burying your face into your pillow, hoping to squeeze out just a few more minutes of sleep. But flashes of the previous night flickered in your mind—your newfound powers, the strange allure you’d suddenly developed, the rush of something dark and thrilling awakening inside you.

With a sigh, you peeled yourself out of your soft bed, half-convinced it had all been some bizarre dream. But a quick glance in the mirror, the faint shimmer of your eyes catching the light, reminded you otherwise.

You looked down at the pendant, letting it dangle from your fingers as you stepped out of your room. The familiar weight was comforting, yet now it felt heavier, almost like it held secrets you weren’t ready to understand. Your gaze drifted down the hall to your mom’s door, firmly shut. She’d come home super late, probably just before dawn. She was likely out cold by now, lost in whatever sleep she could scrape together.

You wanted to tell her about last night, about everything you’d discovered. She probably knew something, after all. She’d always insisted you wear this pendant, almost as if it was meant to protect you from something... or someone.

Your fingers traced the edges of the pendant as you took a hesitant step toward her room. You bit your lip, torn between the need to tell her and the fear of what she might say. Just as you raised your hand to knock on her door, a voice whispered in the back of your mind, warning you to stop. It was soft but certain, urging you to turn back, to keep this one thing to yourself.

With a sigh, you lowered your hand, stepping back from the door. Maybe telling her wasn’t the right move after all. Not yet.

You tucked the pendant back under your shirt and headed for the bathroom to get ready before taking your stuff and heading out the front as quietly as you could.

Did you want to go to college? No, you would much rather sleep in, since sleeping makes you not think about your problems. But do you have that luxury? Also no. Attending GSU means having an attendance above 85%.

So, off you went.

As you walked across campus, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. People kept staring at you—casual glances, lingering looks, the kind of attention that made you want to shrink back. You checked yourself quickly—did you have something weird on your clothes? Was there something in your hair?, it took a moment before it finally clicked.

You were drawing them in, your powers was pulling their attention without you even trying.

A few students casually glanced over their shoulders as they walked past you, their eyes lingering a little too long. You could feel the shift in the air, a subtle magnetism you couldn’t turn off.

Not good, you thought. The last thing you needed was to be a walking distraction.

You quickened your pace, hoping to avoid any further attention, but the feeling stuck with you. Your powers were already starting to affect your daily life, and you had no idea how to control them.

You practically sprinted to the nearest campus bathroom and locked yourself in one of the stalls, your breathing still a bit shaky. “Okay, get yourself together,” you muttered, pressing your palms to your cheeks. You gave yourself a light slap for good measure. “Don’t attract unwanted attention.”

You shook your head, gripping the pendant around your neck. "Not now," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper. "Please," you pleaded, hoping for some way to keep this strange new energy from leaking out.

For a moment, the pendant seemed to pulse, a faint glow that was almost too subtle to notice. You blinked, wondering if you’d imagined it, but there was no time to figure it out.

A glance at your phone made your heart skip—you had only a few minutes before your lecture started. With one last, steadying breath, you unlocked the stall and stepped out, trying to convince yourself that everything would be fine.

You slipped into the lecture as the teacher was preparing to start and found a seat in the back row.

You noticed a few people glancing your way, but you forced yourself to ignore it, focusing instead on the lecture—or at least pretending to. A few rows ahead sat Timothy Drake-Wayne. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. He had it all: wealth, great grades despite being absent half the time, and, annoyingly, he looked good doing it.

You chewed on your bottom lip, still burning holes into the back of his head with your gaze. Timothy Drake, the ever-diligent student, sat there calm and collected like the top student he was.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice when he shifted slightly, glancing back as if sensing your gaze. Your heart jumped into your throat, and you quickly looked away, pretending to be utterly engrossed in the lecture slides on your laptop.

You cursed softly under your breath, hunching over your notebook as You tried to look engrossed in the lecture, scribbling random notes as if they were the most important thing in the world. To anyone watching, you probably looked like a model student—if only that were actually true.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could feel Tim lingering for a second longer before turning back to his notes. You exhaled slowly, shaking your head.

Great job, you thought sarcastically. Staring at the guy like some creep definitely won’t raise any suspicion.

Somehow, you managed to avoid everyone by lunchtime. Unfortunately, that's where your luck decided to run out. 

Just as you were about to sit down with your tray of food, a hand landed on your shoulder from behind. Startled, you turned to see a tall girl with long raven-black hair and a dazzling smile. 

"Hi there! I'm Yumiko!" she said enthusiastically. 

"Uh... hi?" you replied awkwardly, blinking at her.

Before you could process much else, she practically pushed you into a seat and plopped down beside you, throwing an arm around your shoulders like you were old pals. You stiffened. Was this your powers at work? Did they affect women too?

Great. You sarcastically remarked inside your head.

"You’re in the computer science major, right?" she asked brightly. 

Instead of answering right away, you found yourself distracted, noting the expensive-looking way her hair was styled and the designer clothes she was wearing. One of the Richie Rich types on campus. 

"Yeah, I am," you finally replied, setting your tray on the table and introducing yourself. 

"Oh, I know who you are," she said with a grin. "I’ve seen you around a lot. Always alone much?" 

Her tone wasn’t mocking, exactly, but it still made you feel a bit exposed. You laughed awkwardly, hoping she’d leave it at that. She didn’t. 

To your dismay, Yumiko stayed glued to your side for the entire lunch, talking non-stop. She was a confident yapper and had no problem carrying the conversation entirely on her own. 

By the time lunch ended, it was clear she’d decided you were her new best friend. Was this how people made friends these days? Just walk up to someone and start yapping until they give up? 

It seems you just got adopted by an extrovert and It is yet to know if that's a good thing or a bad.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, and by the time your classes ended, the universe decided to throw in another curveball: rain. A sudden, heavy downpour. 

You stood under the overhang at the university's entrance, watching as people dashed out with backpacks over their heads or casually strolled under umbrellas. Unfortunately for you, your umbrella was sitting somewhere in your closet at home. In your defence, the rain had come out of nowhere. 

Letting out a sigh, you leaned against the wall, wondering how long you’d have to wait for it to stop. Just then, a tall guy caught your attention. His arms were stacked full of art supplies—sketchbooks, tubes of paint, and a container of brushes precariously balanced on top. 

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, eyebrows raised. Is he even able to see? How does he plan to get anywhere like that in this weather?

The thought had barely finished crossing your mind when, somehow, he pulled out an umbrella with one hand, expertly snapping it open without dropping a single item.

Well, if that isn't a skill, then you don't know what is.

Your admiration was short-lived, though, as you noticed a box of brushes tumble to the ground. Without thinking, you stepped forward. 

"Oh, let me help," you said, bending down to pick it up. His hands were full, and there was no way he could manage it on his own. 

You bent down and grabbed the box of brushes, carefully gathering the scattered ones that had fallen out. Straightening up, you turned to hand it back to him, the words already forming on your lips.

“Here you go—”

But then you froze.

Your gaze travelled up, taking in the neatly pressed blazer, the dark green eyes that seemed to hold a perpetual sharpness, and the ever-so-slight frown on his lips. You blinked, your brain catching up with your eyes.

It was Damian Wayne.

The Damian Wayne.

Your mind reeled. He wasn’t just some rich kid with impeccable manners -though he clearly was-. No, he was practically Gotham royalty, the youngest son of Bruce Wayne. You’d seen him before, of course—art major, quiet, always exuding a weird mix of arrogance and composure.

“Oh,” you said dumbly, still holding the box of brushes like you’d forgotten how hands worked.

He tilted his head slightly, his piercing gaze flicking to the box and then back to you. “Thank you,” he said, his tone polite but clipped, as though he were in a hurry.

You quickly snapped out of it and held the box out to him, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Uh, yeah. No problem.”

Damian reached for it, but his full hands made it a bit awkward. Before you could think better of it, you blurted out, “Do you need help carrying all that?”

He paused, eyes narrowing slightly as if assessing your motives. “I can manage,” he replied, though the strain in his arms told a different story.

“Seriously,” you pressed, “you’re one gust of wind away from dropping everything.”

Normally, you wouldn't have said that; you definitely would've just backed away, not offered to help or get involved with rich kids, but the whole day hasn't been normal.

And to your surprise, a small, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “If you insist,” he said, stepping slightly closer and shifting some of the weight your way.

He handed you a few of the items, ones that you could easily hold with one hand. You adjusted your grip, but as you looked up at him, you noticed he was still carrying the rest of the art supplies awkwardly in his arms.

You tilted your head slightly, then stretched out your other arm. “I can hold the umbrella too,” you offered, a little surprised at your boldness.

Damian raised an eyebrow at you, clearly considering your offer. For a moment, he didn’t respond, just watching you with those calculating green eyes. Finally, he gave a small shrug and passed you the umbrella.

You opened the umbrella and held it over the both of you. “Let’s go,” you said confidently, starting to walk.

But then you glanced up at the man next to you and had to bite your lip to hold back a laugh.

Damian’s expression was as composed as ever, but there was no denying the issue: you were too short. The angle of the umbrella was blocking his view, forcing him to tilt his head slightly just to see ahead.

“You’re... not very tall, are you?” he finally said, his tone dry but not unkind, though you could hear the faintest trace of amusement beneath it.

You bristled, your grip on the umbrella tightening as your cheeks warmed. “I-I’m average height,” you mumbled, trying to sound confident but failing miserably.

'It's you who built like a damn tree', you thought to yourself, biting your inner cheeks.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with your defence. “If you say so.”

You opened your mouth to respond but quickly snapped it shut, unsure of what to say. Instead, you focused on adjusting the umbrella, standing on your tiptoes to raise it higher.

“Better?” you asked, your voice small.

Damian stared at you for a good second before saying “Not really,” his tone wasn’t harsh. “You’re going to hurt yourself doing that.”

Your face heated up even more as you avoided his gaze. “I’m fine,” you muttered, though your arms were already starting to ache from the awkward angle.

With a small sigh, Damian reached out and gently adjusted the umbrella himself, tilting it slightly so it covered you both without blocking his view. “There. Now you don’t have to strain yourself.

“Thanks,” you murmured, feeling awkward but grateful. You focused on the ground as you walked, the sound of the rain filling the silence.

It was hard to tell if he found the situation funny or frustrating, but either way, you were too embarrassed to look up and find out.

The walk wasn’t too far, and as you approached the university gates, you noticed the sleek, black Lamborghini parked right outside. Your eyes widened slightly, though you quickly tried to play it cool, pretending like you weren’t totally awestruck. It wasn’t every day you saw a Lamborghini up close, let alone one waiting for someone you were walking with. 

The window rolled down, revealing an older man with a composed expression. A butler? His sharp eyes flicked to you briefly before returning to Damian. “Master Damian,” the man greeted, his voice formal but warm. Then his gaze shifted back to you. “A friend?” 

You quickly shook your head, the thought of being called Damian Wayne’s friend feeling almost laughable. 

“She’s helping,” Damian confirmed curtly, already moving to take the supplies out of your hands. He carefully loaded them into the car with practised ease, his movements quick and efficient. 

You stepped back, awkwardly holding the umbrella as he climbed into the passenger seat. “Um, the umbrella,” you said, fumbling to close it so you could hand it back to him. 

But before you could, he glanced at you and said, “Keep it,” in a tone that left no room for argument. 

With that, the car door shut, and you barely had time to process what just happened before the butler gave you a polite nod. “Thank you for assisting Master Damian,” he said with a faint smile before driving off, leaving you standing there in the rain with the umbrella still in your hand. 

You stared after the car, baffled. What just happened? You looked down at the umbrella in your hand, its sleek design and obvious quality making it clear it wasn’t some cheap, replaceable thing. 

“Keep it?” you murmured to yourself, still confused. Did rich people just give away expensive umbrellas like it was nothing...? 

It seems your 18th birthday just couldn’t get more unpredictable...or surreal.

It was no point lingering here any longer, and hence why you made your way home.

As soon as you opened the front door, you yelped in surprise at the loud pop that echoed through the apartment. "Happy birthday!"

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of your mom standing there with a birthday blaster in her hand, confetti raining down around you both.

"Thank you..." you said, still in shock. She hadn’t done anything like this since you were 15, and the memory of those days made you feel both nostalgic and awkward.

You stepped inside, setting the umbrella by the door, and your gaze fell on the small cake sitting on the dining table. Your favourite flavour, So she still remembers.

Your mom smiled sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know it’s not much, but... I didn’t want to let the day go by without doing something.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced a smile. “It’s perfect.”

You and your mom enjoyed the cake together, talking about lighthearted things—you did your best to steer the conversation away from the weirdness that had been haunting you all day. 

It almost felt perfect, like it was before but that's when your delusional ass got kicked back into the reality as you saw your mom got up and put her coat on.

“Wait, are you going to work?” you asked, standing up quickly. 

She glanced at the time on her phone and gave you a sad smile. “Yes, dear. I have work.” 

You opened your mouth, a plea to stay stuck in your throat. Instead, you forced yourself to smile. “It’s fine.” 

It’s fine to leave your daughter alone on her birthday. 

She leaned in to kiss your forehead, but you instinctively stepped back. Her shoulders sagged slightly at the motion, but she didn’t press the issue. Instead, she sighed and gave a small nod. “Well, make sure to keep the pendant on,” she said, her gaze lingering on it for a moment too long. You hoped she didn’t notice anything strange about it. 

Biting your lip, you hesitated before speaking, your voice barely above a whisper. “Why do I have to keep wearing it?” 

Her expression tightened for a split second before softening. “Because I said so, and your mother knows best.” 

With that, she walked out, leaving you alone with more questions than answers.

The door closed with a soft click, and just like that, you were alone again in the small apartment. The emptiness pressed down on you, heavier than usual. 

You gathered the used plates and carried them to the sink, washing them on autopilot. As you stared at the faint reflection of yourself in one of the plates, an ache bloomed in your chest. 

Today felt more lonely than ever... You weren’t sure why. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a faint glow from your pendant. The soft pink light pulsed, almost as if it were alive—calling for you to do something, urging you to take action. 

You raised it to eye level, your fingers tightening around it. The faint light danced in front of your eyes as if it were mocking you. 

"Why?" you whispered to yourself, your grip tightening further. Your mind is filled with all the times your mom has done this; she always does this.

With a burst of frustration, you ripped the pendant from around your neck. “Screw you, Mom,” you muttered under your breath. 

The moment the pendant left your neck, the world around you seemed to shift. A surge of energy coursed through your body, and when you glanced down, your reflection in the darkened kitchen window startled you. 

Your entire appearance had changed. 

You took a shaky breath, shoving the pendant deep into the pocket of your suit. It was clear that whatever this pendant was hiding, you weren’t going to ignore it any longer.

You went out through the balcony but made sure you closed it back; the last thing you want is to get smth stolen.

Flying up in the sky made you instantly feel better; the cold air was calming, though you do wish Gotham was a bit less polluted. Maybe you could see stars or maybe not.

You landed softly on the rooftop, your gaze drifting to the edge. For a moment, you imagined yourself sitting there, legs swinging freely over the city below, just like in the movies. But the thought of the dizzying drop made your stomach twist. Your feet stayed rooted in place. Instead, you turned to the railing, gripping its cool metal as you leaned against it, keeping a safe distance from the edge.

You let out a heavy sigh, still gazing down at the gloomy city below.

“You.” A deep male voice called out from behind you. Startled, you spun around, only to feel the cold, sharp edge of a katana hovering dangerously close to your neck. Instinctively, you stepped back—only to find the railing pressing against your spine.

You looked up at the owner of the katana, your eyes met their narrowed gaze behind a black domino mask. "Do not even think of escaping," he said, his tone as sharp as the weapon he wielded.

You gulped, your grip tightening on the railing as if it could anchor you away from the danger at your throat. “I’m not a shady person,” you tried your voice a mix of nervousness and forced confidence. Explaining was your best shot at avoiding whatever this guy had planned.

Robin. Another one of the bats. The rumours said he had no mercy, and it didn’t take long to believe them. Who else greets a stranger by shoving a katana in their face?

And those steps- silent as the grave. You hadn’t even heard him approach. There was no way you could fight him. Maybe... in bed-

You shook off the inappropriate thought, heat creeping up your neck, and faced the tall figure before you. “How about we put this away first?” you gestured at the katana, a sly smile tugging at your lips.

He didn’t move. If anything, the tilt of his head made him seem more intimidating, his expression unreadable under the mask. “Who are you, and what are you doing here?” His voice was calm, but there was an unmissable authority behind it, the kind that left no room for excuses.

Your smile faltered into a tight line. Okay, so this one wasn’t going to be as easy to fool as the last guy. “Can’t a girl just go out for some fresh air?” you replied, planting a hand on your hip in mock indignation.

Robin’s eyes narrowed further, the suspicion practically radiating from him. “Who are you with? Catwoman?”

“Huh? No!” you protested, your hands flailing in emphasis. “I’m-”

Before you could finish, a faint voice crackled through the earpiece he wore. His expression shifted slightly as he tilted his head, listening intently to whatever was being said.

After a moment, he replied curtly, “She is.”

You raised an eyebrow, your curiosity piqued. She is what? You wanted to ask, but the words didn’t make it past your lips.

To your relief, he finally lowered the katana, though his sharp gaze remained fixed on you. Letting out a sigh, you resisted the urge to slump against the railing in pure relief. At least you weren’t about to be beheaded- yet.

But before you could decide whether to thank him or try to bolt, another sound broke through the tension—metal clinking above, followed by heavy footsteps landing on the rooftop. You tensed instinctively, darting a glance over Robin’s shoulder.

Robin, seemed to know who it was as he slid his katana back into its sheath. That alone was enough for you to guess it was one of the other bats. You silently prayed it wasn’t Batman; you weren’t confident you could sneak away from the Dark Knight, yet.

The figure stepped into the dim light, revealing a man wearing a black domino mask that hid his eyes. Unlike Robin’s primarily grey ensemble, this one wore a striking red and black suit, with a belt strapped diagonally across his shoulders

You squinted, trying to piece together who this newcomer could be. Truth be told, you weren’t exactly up to date with the ever-growing roster of vigilantes. Guess it was time to add “study Gotham’s masked weirdos” to your to-do list- because, apparently, those guys couldn’t seem to leave you alone.

"Um, Red Hood?" you ventured, tilting your head slightly as you took a wild guess.

The man froze mid-step, then turned to you with a look that could peel paint off walls. “Red Hood?!” he repeated, his voice a mix of disbelief and offense. “Do I look like a giant, violent dog to you?!”

You bit back a laugh, but the smile still slipped through. “No,” you said, tapping your chin like you were pondering. “You look more like… a twink.”

"The guy’s shoulders tensed as if bracing for an explosion.

“A what?” the man barked, his voice pitching higher as his hands shot to his hips.

“A twink,” you repeated, your grin widening. “Wait, no. Maybe a twunk? Hard to say, really.”

The twitch in his eye was subtle, but it made you laugh quite a bit. Robin let out a quiet sigh, muttering something about “unprofessional” under his breath.

You wipe the tear off your eye as you calmed down from the laughter. Both the boys were whispering about something as you were quietly thinking about your escape plan.

You carefully take a look around you, noticing that their attention isn't fully on you as they seem to be too busy arguing with each other on smth.

Drawing a deep breath, you focused on your core, feeling a subtle warmth spread through your core to your whole body as your senses sharpen.

With a sudden, fluid motion, you stepped back toward the edge of the rooftop. The cool night air whipped around you as you balanced precariously on the ledge. The city lights below seemed to blur into a mosaic of possibilities.

"Hey!" Robin's voice cut through the night, alarm replacing suspicion as he realized your intent.

But before he or his companion could react, you let yourself fall backward, embracing the void. The sensation of freefall was both terrifying and liberating, a testament to your trust in your new found powers.

As you plummeted, you blew a playful kiss toward the rapidly shrinking figures above. However, just before you could activate your abilities to halt your descent, a sudden jerk halted your fall.

Glancing down, you saw a rope coiled tightly around your left leg, its other end leading upward. Your eyes followed the line to see the man beside Robin wielding a grapple gun, his expression determined.

"Is that a fucking grapple gun?!" you yelled, throwing your arms up in exasperation as you felt yourself being pulled back toward the rooftop.

“Hello again,” you greeted with a wry smile, though it held no warmth.

“Figures why Nightwing told us to be on high alert…” the shorter one muttered under his breath, his tone tinged with annoyance.

Your pout deepened as you realized that wonder boy from yesterday had snitched on you. Mentally cursing Nightwing, you shifted in place, your bindings reminding you just how little freedom you currently had.

“Can you two at least untie me?” you asked, feigning boredom. “I’ll have you know I’m not into this kink… yet.”

Robin rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed by your sass. His irritation radiated like a tangible force as he turned away, refusing to dignify your remark with a response.

The one they called Red Robin, however, crouched down to your level, studying you with a curious intensity. His eyes, though hidden behind his mask, felt like they were peeling back layers, trying to uncover the truth buried beneath your casual façade.

“And what exactly are you into?” he asked, his voice calm but tinged with dry humor, as though testing your reaction.

You tilted your head, your smile sharpening. “Wouldn’t you like to know?"

Suddenly a loud blast echoed from a nearby building, shaking the air and rattling the rooftop beneath you.

All three of you turned your heads toward the source of the explosion. Smoke billowed into the night sky, mingling with Gotham’s ever-present haze.

Robin’s sharp gaze immediately snapped back to you, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Was that your doing?” he demanded, his tone icy and accusatory.

You gasped dramatically, tugging at the ropes still binding you. “Excuse me? No! Do I look like I have the time—or the hands free—to plant explosives?”

Robin’s expression remained skeptical, but before he could retort, a crackle from their earpieces interrupted. Both vigilantes stiffened as a voice—likely Batman’s—relayed urgent information.

After a brief exchange, the two of them nodded in silent agreement. You looked between them, utterly bewildered. “What’s going on?” you asked, even though you weren’t expecting an answer.

To your surprise, Red Robin turned to you, his tone clipped but calm. “Someone’s planted multiple bombs in that building. We have to disarm them now.”

“Oh…” you muttered, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Then you wriggled slightly against the ropes. “So, uh, are you going to untie me before you leave?”

Robin’s glare made it clear he wasn’t about to do that. “Stay here until we get back,” he snapped.

“Wait—” you started to protest, but before you could say more, they were gone. Their grappling hooks hissed through the air as they launched themselves toward the chaos, leaving you alone.

You stared at the empty rooftop, slack-jawed. “Huh… HUH?!” you shouted, twisting against the ropes in frustration. “Did they really just leave me tied up here?! What if I get kidnapped? Or, I don’t know, fall off the roof and die?!”

Okay, maybe you were being a little dramatic. But still, leaving you like this? Super rude. 

With a resigned sigh, you shuffled to your feet—no easy feat with your hands bound behind your back. The ropes dug into your wrists as you tested their strength. They were sturdy, clearly designed to restrain someone a lot more dangerous than you. Breaking them wasn’t an option, not with brute strength alone. 

“Great,” you muttered under your breath. “Just fantastic.”

You leaned back against the rooftop’s edge, tilting your head toward the sky. A lone bat flitted across the moonlit expanse, its wings slicing effortlessly through the cool night air. 

“Must be nice to be a bat,” you murmured wistfully. “No ropes, no problems… Just flying wherever you want. Way less complicated.”

The words had barely left your lips when a strange sensation washed over you. The world around you shifted, twisting like a kaleidoscope. Your vision blurred, the rooftop spinning before your eyes. 

You blinked, once, twice, and when the dizziness faded, you looked down. 

Your hands—or rather, where your hands used to be—were gone. In their place were tiny claws, and your body was… smaller? 

“What the—?” you squeaked, but the sound that came out wasn’t your voice—it was a high-pitched chirp. 

Flapping your wings instinctively, you darted upward, and that’s when it hit you.

“I… I’m a bat?!” you yelled—or at least, you tried to. It came out more like a shrill squeak, echoing awkwardly in the night air. Glancing down, you noticed the ropes that had bound you lying uselessly on the ground. It seems that, your transformation has freed you. 

You flapped your tiny wings experimentally, marveling at how effortlessly you soared higher into the sky. Okay, this was… weird. Cool, but weird. 

Now you had two options. One: go home, curl up with some ice cream, and forget this entire bizarre night ever happened. Two: follow those Robin birds.

The logical choice was clear. Who in their right mind would willingly chase after the guys who tied them up and left them stranded on a rooftop? 

…You. 

Because apparently, rationality had taken a backseat tonight. Or maybe it was something else. Their scent lingered in the air, tantalizing in a way you couldn’t quite explain. It was rich and enticing, like the promise of a forbidden feast. 

Your stomach—or whatever bats or succubus have—grumbled. Was this hunger? It felt like it.

Or was this your powers messing with your head? Is this what HE meant by urges? You didn’t know, but the pull was irresistible. Without a second thought, you flapped your wings harder, cutting through the air toward the building they’d disappeared into. 

The closer you got, the stronger the scent became, making your thoughts fuzzy. You weren’t literally drooling, but it was a close call. What the hell was happening to you?

Fun fact i got this chapter done on my birthday but had to wait untill i got someone to beta read it :>

Please tell me if theres smth off about the chapter or the personality of the batboys. Since this is my first time writing ab them, im afraid they are gonna be very ooc.

Also how do ppl upload to ao3 i wanna try but its so confusing 😭

Lastly do yall got any hero name for the succubus reader?? Please help a girl out 😔🎀

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[quarterlifekitty]

Imagine being a succubus that feeds regularly on one John Price. He’s an excellent source of energy— vivid dreams, active imagination, plenty of pent up desires and time spent desperate for the soft touch of a woman— it’s no wonder you come back to him more than a few times a week.

What you don’t know is that John, deep in his ancestry, has a bit of demon blood in him. So he doesn’t get affected by your enchantments in quite the right way. He doesn’t wake up suddenly, convinced it was nothing more than a wild, lustful dream. No, he knows what you are and what you’re doing. And your pheromones are that much stronger

And he’s tired of you running away at first light. Always taunting him with that pink, glowing tattoo right over your womb. So cute, just beckoning him to shove his cock inside you and make it a home for his seed.

So he walks out of the occult shop, talismans in hand, excited for what the look on your face will be when you try to leave him and your wings are bound and body heavy. When he slips that delicate silver chain around your neck, the spell inside humming to life. And when you find out that his demon blood makes you breeding compatible…

[konigsblog]

it’s not even funny how bad i need more succubus reader x konig omg

succubus-reader x könig thots™️...

cw: depravity, succubus, consensual somnophilia, handjob. 18+

after könig experienced your visit, you were all he could think about. you plagued every thought in his head, and his fat cock grew and throbbed as he fantasized about you. although, könig craved more - the sensation of your tight, gummy and warm walls was already pleasing to könig, but he wanted to experience more than just that...

he wanted to taste you, to feel your hands wrapped around his bulbous, lengthy and veiny shaft, holding him by his thick, musky base, twisting your hand around his girth towards the head of his weeping tip.

he summoned you again, deciding he'd sleep without any boxers this time, so incredibly desperate for your sweet sex. and it happened once again... he was awoken to the pleasuring and arousing feeling of a hand wrapped tightly around his wet dick, the older male couldn't help his growls as he bucked and thrusted into your hand at your command, being controlled by your mind. his jaw was wide and lips pressed against your cunt, tasting every droplet of your juices against his tongue.

könig could feel the weight of you on his face, his tongue pressed between your slick folds, slurping and sucking at your little clit whilst you got him off.

he could barely think straight, listening to the sounds of your heavy breathing, as you gripped him even tighter than before. könig was getting older - he needed someone that was energetic and needy, so he could fuck the energy out of you. the sexual demon sitting on his face was all he desired and longed for; moaning against your wet heat, your sharp, long nails grazing along the underside of his shaft, causing him to spurt shots of his milky load all over your hands, leaving just as fast as you came.

although, now könig was left without globs of his hot, thick arousal dripping from his dick onto his muscular abdomen, sweating and heaving as he shook and trembled, his dick only getting harder and wetter... ;(

such a tease...

[lanora-star]

!YANDERE! Cult × !FEMALE DEMON SUCCUBUS! Reader

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As a young man walk into a room, there are five other people in that room.

two male and three female.

"So do we have everything for the summoning?"

The young man said to the other in the room.

"Yes, we have everything we need Max."

One of the three women said

"Thanks Lydia. John do you have the book?"

Max said to one of the man in the room.

"Yep, it's right here."

John said as he lifted up the book.

"Andy don't you have the knife?"

Lydia said to Andy.

"I don't have it I think that Margaret has it?"

Andy said in a cold voice.

"You all are incompetent, Margaret doesn't have the knife I do!"

Jade said has she lifted up the knife and handset to Max.

The ritual is about to be completed and Max had cut his hand with the knife pouring it into the middle of the circle as a pink dust a forms indicating that it finally a demon.

"Who had summoned me?"

Y/n said in a trampled voice and slightly annoyed one.

"I-I did M-miss?"

Max stuttered out.

"Oh~ well aren't you a cute little human.~"

Y/n said in a seductive voice.

"MAX!! Ughhh fine I'll do it. Demon we have a demand!"

Margaret said angry.

"Well, no way to speak to a demon who you summoned and please don't call me demon I have a name you now or~ you can call me mommy~."

Y/n said in irritation.

"W-well what's y-your name?"

Max stuttered as Y/n gets closer to him.

"Well~ it depends if you want to know what kind of demon I am or what my actual name is.~"

Y/n said.

"W-what kind of d-demon are you?"

Max stutter said.

"I'm a succubus!~ Also my name is Y/n.~"

Y/n said happily as she kept Max's face in her hands.

"My, my, you are just the cutest little human!~"

Y/n coo to Max as blush profusely a dark shade of red.

"Aww~you're blushing that's adorable.~"

Y/n coo again as she said that she rest against Max having his face he ended up having his face resting against her chest.

"Max it's your decision if you want to make a request from succubus."

Lydia said slightly disgusted about the succubus.

Max suddenly had a dark glitch across his face.

He then stands up taking the knife and proceeding to kill all five of them screams of terror and horror.

"Wha-"

Y/n try to speak but was cut off by Max who passionately kissed her.

"I'm sorry but I can't let them be so rude to you, know it can be just me and you."

Max said to Y/n as he continued to kiss her.

It surprised Y/n and she gasped from shock that ended up allowing Max to slip in his tongue.

5 YEARS LATER

Max was sitting on the couch with Y/n on his lap.

In the past 5 years Max forced Y/n to get married to him.

They live in a secluded cabin in the woods.

"Darling~ don't you think it's time we have kids?~"

Max coo to Y/n.

"Wha- N-no!"

Y/n denied.

"Darling~ that wasn't a question or a request that was a demand and that is what's going to happen.~"

Max said as he pulled down on Y/n hair.

Y/n never knew what she did to deserve this but she was sure that she will never get out of Max's grip but she will try anything to get away she doesn't want to have his kid.

"Why did you does is?"

Y/n asked Max.

"It's because I love you, darling~ and you'll never leave me.~"

Max stated.

"I'm a succubus I don't even know if I can get pregnant!"

Y/n cried out as she tried to get off of Max's lab but he pulled her down holding her around her waist and pulling down on her hair.

"Well~ should we try?~"

Max coo and proceeded to kiss and bite Y/n neck and leaving several hickeys and bite marks.

'I know I don't do this often, but please god so sorry for whatever I've done I just want to get out of here!'

Y/n thought as she let out of the light whimper from the pain.

"Aww~ darling~ you sound so cute!~"

Max coo to her as he continued to bite harder.

"You're so cute I can't take it anymore!~" Max said to Y/n.

Max and proceeded to pick her up and walk to their shared room.

He laid her on the bed.

"Darling~ you look like you need some rest." Max said as he laid next to Y/n.

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[sl33paholics]

Passion's Palette

Akira Fudo x succubus!black!F!reader

Warning(s): smut, smut, smut, idk what else to add here, monster fucking, nipple play, bros about to explode

"Shitttt mannn...!!!"

You let out a slurty giggle as you watched your boyfriend dig his large nails into your hips, having you slide down his thighs as you released some weight from his pelvis by leaning back and supporting yourself on his thighs as well, you felt the muscles under his skin twitch in response to your movement.

Feeling the guy aggressively buck his hips up, drilling your soaked pussy open with his hard cock made you even more wetter than before, making the hot sticky sensation feel even better. Akira's sloppy and erratic movements made his cock spring out of your tight hole like it was on its own accord, now twitching between your ass cheeks. You had to bite your lip to hold back another round of giggles that threatened to escape from your mouth as Akira was salivating pretty hard.

Akira wasn't here. Well, he was, but he wasn't here mentally. Too pussy drunk and consumed by lust to give you any sort of thought or attention whatsoever. As if you used your poeers to finally give you some dick, which, of course you did. Akira's mind was focused solely on fucking you senseless for hours without stopping, which meant that his dick was fully engorged, making him push it back inside of your hot pussy while you rode him. It was pretty fucking hot, you couldn't lie.

You fluttered your (e/c) eyes shut at his movements and moaned as he pressed his thumb down harder on your swollen clit, the friction between your two bodies burning hotter than anything else could, you felt so damn good and you wanted nothing more then to cum just from the way he was fucking you.

"Come....ngh...here..." Your boyfriend slurred, you leaned in feeling your chests touch each other your lips touched his, kissing you roughly. You felt him lick at your tongue while sucking on yours, you moaned again when he sucked at your top lip, Akira moved the tip of his tongue out to taste you as your mouth separated from one another. "Ssshhh...so good," He whispered against your lips. "So fuckin good..!" You mumbled, your voice thick with lust. Akira's lips trailed kisses down your neck, leaving wet red love bites in their wake and leaving you breathless.

You continued to ride him like crazy , moaning and letting out whimpers of pleasure and excitement. You heard his groan of approval mixed with your own muffled gasps. The sound only spurred you on more. You grinded your pelvis against him in a steady rhythm, getting yourself closer to release. The feeling of his hands on your lower thighs, digging his fingers into you slowly, caused you to squirm, your hips jerking to get more friction. It was going to happen soon. You were already close to the edge, and you could feel it in the air.

"You ready for this big ass nut?" Akira asked huskily. You heard his tone of voice turn cocky almost immediately, your eyes shot open, looking at him with a heated gaze. You nodded vigorously. "Fuck yeah I am! Make me cum...!!" You screamed, Akira's face broke out into a wide grin and he gave your hips one last thrust.

Akira woke up in cold sweat. He breathed heavily through his mouth, his heart pounding wildly against his rib cage. He ran his hand through his hair, staring down at his naked form. His sheets were drenched in sweat, and a sticky substance fell onto his hand. Looking up, he was in disbelief. Akira painted his ceiling.

It didn't help that he heard the door knob rattle, and he froze, with you walking in the room. "Oh, you're awake now." You said, seeing your boyfriend sitting in bed with a flushed face, sweat dripping around his body, his tanned skin glistening under the bright morning light coming from your window. A confused look plastered your face before looking up and seeing the huge mess. "What the FUCK is that?!" You screeched.

Akira blinked. He honestly didn't know what to say. "Uh..uh..I..." He stammered.

You began going on and on and on, Akira couldn't be bothered to listen to your rants about what he just did to his ceiling. He plopped his head back on the pillow, letting out a huge sigh. "God damnit..." He was so fucked.

[heroesrest64]

holy shit i didn't expect that my succubus!reader would get a PART TWO??!?!?!??!!? (was originally expecting to be a one-time thing but boy am i screaming in my pillow rn hahahahhhdgsdhh) so so uhhh yeah same anon here from before :33!! this can just be short of js a small hcs of succubus!reader finally getting comfortable w/ the chain after a long while and expressing their affections in a wholesome way (unlike during their first few days w/ them of awkwardly flirting with the chain (except wind obvii)) overall small hcs of succubus!reader showing affections that had the chain's hairs' stood up (and unsurprisingly their dicks too</33 except succubus!reader isn't actually REALLY trying anything LMAOOOO)

IDK IF YOU TAKE DOUBLE REQUESTS(?) FROM THE SAME ANON😭😭 BUT AGAIN YOU DONT HAVE TO IM SORRY IF IM GETTING CARRIED AWAYY

also also can i be known here as 🦢 anon??? tehehehe THANK YOU SM AGAIN WHETHER YOU TAKE THIS REQUEST OR NOTT❤️❤️❤️

— 🦢 anon (hopefully)

(Dont worry about getting carried away, you’re perfectly fine! I can’t claim to be the best at doing hcs but it was pretty fun writing these :)

(Warnings: slight nsfw, not super descriptive)

Succubus Reader HC

Sky

As previously stated, he tastes like Mint and Chamomile

He thinks that you smell like ginger

One day you ask to ‘sleep’ with him and the man goes completely red, not realizing you’re asking to nap together

A nap is just as good as sex in his humble opinion, so he doesn’t mind but boy if he wasn’t going through a mental checklist of all the ways he hoped you’d have him

He likes to carve little trinkets for you, which act almost like sacrifices and end up empowering you. No one is sure how this works but Sky vows to keep gifting you stuff, if only for the way you light up at each new carving

He’s trying to create a song for you, too, but is too embarrassed to show you the progress

Sky LOVES it when you sit next to him while he works on his hobbies. He doesn’t need any sort of deep conversation or for you to join him in his hobbies. Just knowing that you’re there beside him is enough.

Four

He kinda tastes like fruit punch. Specifically, green apple, strawberry, passion fruit and blue raspberry (yes I know that’s not an actual plant, I’m just talking abt the flavor). Sour and a lil sweet

He thinks you smell like cherries

He has to fight everyone else from sleeping with you after everyone gets closer to you.

Is a little too happy to get to spend every night in your arms

After a while I think he actually has a hard time sleeping without you, and he gets super clingy when it’s time to get up and start getting ready

One day you give up on trying to wake him up and just kinda wrap him in a cocoon and drag him around all morning

He thinks that your body is perfectly made to display any type of armor, jewel or weapon and often crafts ornamental pieces to outfit you with. Wishes sometimes that you’d walk around in nothing but the thin chains and hanging jewels he makes for you but understands that’s behavior better kept in the bedroom

Wild

Tastes like lemon/lime soda and pop rocks. It’s always a surprise when you first taste him

Thinks you smell like green apple (specifically green apple jolly ranchers but I don’t think Wild even knows what those are)

He’s more or less gotten over being embarrassed while cooking your food. Unfortunately, now that you’re more comfortable around him, the teasing is endless

You’ll sit right next to him when he cooks, hover behind him, place kisses and love bites to his shoulder while he’s trying to concentrate. It’s inconvenient but Wild would never ask you to stop

You always have nothing but praise to say about his food, and Wild is beginning to learn that he has a praise kink

Twilight

Twilight tastes like Thai tea boba

He thinks that you smell like spiced milk

Usually, the two of you walk together during your travels. He likes to talk to you about his home, and wonders if you’d join him there once this adventure is over

It turns out his soul is easier for you to take due to his experience with the Twilight Realm, so you’re especially careful when touching him. He’s disappointed in the differing treatment and acts like a kicked dog until you give in and pet him or cuddle with him

You’re still not the most social person, so Twilight usually walks with you when you go into town, scary dog privileges type beat

Loves to call you his partner/ lover in front of strangers

Time

tastes like pomegranate and those like aloe Vera drinks?

Thinks you smell like jasmine

Is worried that you’re starving yourself when you’ve got eight strapping men fawning over you that would happily let you feed off of them

And so he does something about it (*cough* offers to go to third base *cough*)

You’re surprised, of course, but Time frames it as a more casual thing to make you comfortable. He little knows that you can literally taste how into it he is.

You have his soul in every way but in name, and when you tell him as much, he just fills with pure arousal

Idk he’s a freak in this one, leaning a little into Yandere territory

Hyrule

Tastes like honey

Think you smell like honey

Interestingly, when a demon smells exactly how their prey tastes, it’s considered to be the closest thing to a ‘soulmate’ they can find.

One would think this is a big deal, but it just means you can feed on Hyrule as many times as you want without taking his soul

Also you get strangely protective of him, especially in the presence of other demons

This goes the other way around though, in Hyrule’s case, he can sense your near soulmate status because ✨fairy magic✨ and is both confused and infatuated

He never expected to be soulmates with a demon, but you’re nice, and you smell good, and that thing you do with your hands? God, it’s divine

Y’all are so horny for eachother but often too nervous to act on it, making for some comical and tension filled moments

Warriors

Tastes like an Arnold Palmer (lemonade + iced tea)

Thinks you smell like peach tea

Ever since getting closer to you, he’s become super protective

He’s used to his partners or love interests getting chased off by Cia and refuses to let it happen again

I feel like he’d be clingy- always has a hand on your waist or the small of your back. Sometimes he’ll drag his hand over your more sensitive spots to send shivers up your spine

He’s got this smirk that makes you either want to shake him or make out with him.

Lets you borrow his scarf sometimes. Will never admit the things it does to him

Legend

tastes like apple cider

Thinks you smell like caramel

After the two of you get closer, he’s all over you

Always touching you in some way, always watching where you’re going, always thinking about you even when he’s trying to sleep

There’s no chance of monsters even getting close to you because Legend always takes care of them before they get the chance

I’ve always been in love with the HC that he adorns his loved ones with protective items, so that’s just what he does. What he does not expect is for you to reciprocate with protective enchantments of your own

It’s like a constant back and forth between the two of you, Legend gives you a ring, you summon a protective jewel, then Legend commissions a weapon for you, and you draw a line of runes up his arm and decide to not tell him what they do

He reeks of you and your magic and you’re laden with his jewelry and tools.

[djljpanda]

Could you write a Ozzie x Fizz x Idol! Succubus! Gn-reader? Like how they would be with readers occupation? If not that’s totally fine!

Asmodeus X Fizzarolli X Idol Gn!Reader

Before you even got with Ozzie and Fizz your name was well known throughout the seven rings of hell.

I feel that the two wouldn't mind your career but would be upset when you would have your tours that would take centuries for you to come back.

And why would they have a secret fan account for you were they would post about you and defend you from any haters.

They do love that you are chasing after your dream but do get worried for you when it comes to fans.

They would always be there to protect you when fans would get too close and that poor demon would be gone if they would try to hurt you or follow you in any way.

They love the costumes you wear and even beg you to wear it for them in the bedroom.

They do have merch of you somewhere in their room.

Asmodeus does send bodyguards for you cause nothing should happen to his partner. And Fizzarolli is usually texting you to make sure you are alright.

When you are creating new songs you do go over them with Asmodeus and Fizzarolli to see how they would think.

Overall they worry about you but they know that this is your dream all they ask for is for you to be careful and to come back home as quickly as you can.

[cheriewoo]

Got My Eyes On You | Park Seonghwa ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆ Day 28 : Succubus

↬ [ Synopsis ] : A reckless, spooky game on Halloween night traps Seonghwa in vivid, sinful dreams of a seductive succubus, leaving him breathless and wanting more. But when he finds himself alone in a love hotel in Japan, staring up at you, the irresistible creature of his fantasies that is when he realizes his darkest dreams are about to come true, as reality and desire collide in one unforgettable night.

☆Word Count : 5.2k ☆Genre : Smut, Lil plot, Non-idol au, Supernatural Au. ☆Pairing : Park Seonghwa x Succubus! F.reader

☆☆☆ WARNINGS : mdni!, supernatural theme, wet dreams & dream control, dreams and reality blurring, summoning the devil (succubus), mysterious reader, mention of Japan’s love hotels, hotel room sex, Seonghwa’s wildest dreams come true (literally!), Cute-ish Dom reader, Switch Hwa, Blowjob ( Hwa recieving), Fondling and breast play, multiple orgasms, mild voyeurism, power play, non-con (due to supernatural influence…if ur not comfy with this…kindly skip it).

NOTE : Yes… I’m going to continue and complete Kinktober, even though we’re past the 31st. I really want to finish this challenge and not leave it incomplete, so I hope ma chéries will enjoy this supernatural one shot. This is my first time writing supernatural stuff and it was such a fun experience…can’t wait to write more.

The living room was glowing in soft, flickering candlelight, the only source of illumination after Wooyoung had insisted on setting the room up “for the vibes” though he looked more terrified than inspired at the moment.

With San cooped up next to him,Seonghwa shifted uncomfortably on the floor, glancing down at the Ouija board sitting ominously in front of them. He crossed his arms, looking at his two friends in disbelief.

“This is ridiculous.” Seonghwa muttered, trying to keep his voice steady despite the chills creeping up his spine. “I’m telling you, nothing good ever comes from games like this.”

“Oh, come on hyung,” Wooyoung slurred slightly, a sleepy grin stretching across his face. “You promised you’d play along.We need a little bit of Halloween fuunnn…It’s tradition!” He nudged Seonghwa with his shoulder, a tipsy glint of mischief dancing in his eyes with the smell of alchol evident in his breath.

San sitting a little too close to Seonghwa, darted nervous glances around the room. “Honestly, hyung, ju-just… just do it. Otherwise, Woo’s gonna whine all night, and I can’t handle that.” He shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as though trying to shrink into the sofa behind him.

“I’m not playing this stupid—” Seonghwa tried to protest, but Wooyoung interrupted with an irresistible offer, even in his drunken state as words slurred out of his mouth. “I’ll pay for your whole trip to Japan—from food to flights, everything! We’ll be there next week, and if you wanna avail the perks, Park Se-Seonghwa, you better not get up or try to leave.”

Seonghwa sighed, rolling his eyes knowing very well that a drunk Wooyoung is more than a handful to deal with especially when not given what he wants. And that was a lucrative offer to reject. Nodding his head, he gave up on having any chance of escaping playing the game tonight, shifting his attention the Ouija board that sat infront of him. He watched as Wooyoung carefully placed his fingertips on the planchette and gestured impatiently for Seonghwa and San to do the same. Both hesitated a bit before giving up and complying to their friend’s drunken demands as each of their fingers barely touched the wooden triangle.

“All right,” Wooyoung began, looking dramatically serious as he addressed the board. “If there are any spirits here with us tonight, give us a sign.” His tone was clearly exaggerated, in a poor effort to mask his own nerves which did not go unnocited by Seonghwa as he noticed how he refused to meet anyone’s gaze, his eyes glued to the board.

The three sat in silence, waiting and waiting a bit more. Nothing happened, only the distant hum of the refrigerator and a low creak from somewhere in the house, probably a rat or some shit. San’s fingers twitched on the planchette, but he didn’t dare move.

“See ? Nothing. This is a total waste of time.” Seonghwa huffed, attempting to pull his hand back, but Wooyoung stopped him with a pout.

“No! Hyung, we have to be patient! Maybe… maybe they don’t know we’re serious about meeting them.” Wooyoung’s voice faltered slightly as he straightened his posture, attempting to project confidence.

"Uh, spirits? Just so you know, we’re not kidding around or anything!" Wooyoung's voice wavered as he cleared his throat, shooting a nervous glance at Seonghwa and San. "T-This... this isn’t a joke, okay ? We’re, um, respectfully inviting you." He forced out a shaky breath, hands fidgeting as he looked around the dim room. "So, if you could just... maybe show us a little something ? Just a quick... ghostly thumbs up or a nice little breeze or... something cool like that?" He tried to laugh, but it came out tense, his eyes darting around as if expecting a shadow to lunge out any second.

The silence dragged on, stretching uncomfortably, and Seonghwa found himself listening to every tiny sound. The groaning pipes, the occasional rustling of leaves outside the window, even the soft breath of his friends beside him. It all felt so much louder, so much more ominous.

Suddenly, a faint noise echoed from the hallway, a soft creak like a slow footstep pressing into the floorboards, or maybe something… else. All three of them froze, their eyes widening as they looked toward the source of the sound.

“D-Did you… did you hear that?” San whispered, his voice barely audible and shaky.

Wooyoung gulped, his face paling slightly. “It’s probably nothing. Just like… the wind rattling… or maybe an animal outside… or something.”

“Yeah right…” Seonghwa mumbled, his fingers now gripping the planchette a bit too tightly. “You know what ? I think we’ve had enough spooky fun for one night. Let’s call it quits before we actually freak ourselves out.”

Wooyoung opened his mouth to protest, but a louder noise this time from the kitchen cut him off. It sounded like something or someone was scraping against the counter, then a dull thud followed. San’s hand flew to his mouth to stifle a gasp, and even Wooyoung looked too startled to speak.

“Okay, that’s it,” San squeaked, shooting up from the floor. “My parents aren’t home, and I am not spending the night alone in a haunted house.”

Without needing to say another word, the three scrambled to gather their things, practically stumbling over each other in their haste. Seonghwa, still trying to shake off the chills prickling up his spine, grabbed his jacket and ushered Wooyoung and San out of the house, half-laughing at how ridiculous they looked as all three of them darted around like scared bunnies.

Once they were all in the car, the silence lingered for a moment before Wooyoung laughed a little too loudly but his voice was still shaky. “S-See ? Nothing to be s-scared of. It’s all in our heads, r-right ?”

San just nodded furiously while his arms wrapped tightly around himself in the back seat. Seonghwa tried to laugh it off too, but even he couldn’t deny the strange, heavy feeling that had settled around him, clinging him like a chill even after they’d left San’s house far behind.

Little did he know, that feeling wasn’t about to leave him anytime soon.

After dropping off Wooyoung and San, Seonghwa drove home alone, replaying the night’s eerie events, trying to convince himself the strange sounds they’d heard were just some random creaks or the wind outside.Still, San’s terrified face and Wooyoung’s nervous rambling clung to him, making his palms sweaty on the wheel.

Pulling into his driveway, a chill crept over him as he paused, glancing around the empty and eeriely silent street. “Get a grip, Hwa. It’s just some creepy Halloween nonsense.” he muttered to himself, forcing a shaky chuckle. Yet the prickle up his spine only deepened.

Inside, the house felt oddly off, like something unseen lurked in the corners. He flicked on lights as he moved through each room, feeling oddly reassured by the warm glow.

In the kitchen, as he sipped a glass of water, a chill brushed against the back of his neck, making him freeze in place. A faint creak echoed from somewhere behind him, followed by the soft fluttering of wings. His heart skipped a beat as he whipped around to see... nothing. Just the empty hallway. "This is all your fault, Wooyoung." he muttered, frustration creeping into his voice as he blamed his friend for his racing heart.

Heading to bed, he felt an odd, heavy presence around him. Every faint noise, even a creak, a whisper seemed just loud enough to set his heart racing, though nothing ever followed. “There’s no one here but you,” he tried to assure himself, but his voice sounded uncertain even to his own ears. He laid back ulling the blanket up and tight around himself as he tried to shake off the lingering sense that something is hovering in the quiet shadows as he drifted into uneasy sleep.

That night, as Seonghwa drifted off to sleep, he slipped into an unusually vivid dream. The world around him was dimly lit, wrapped in shadows, and the air was thick with the alluring scent of warm honey and spice. His pulse quickened, a mix of curiosity and desire washing over him as he looked around, sensing he wasn’t alone. Then she appeared, a figure veiled in darkness, stepping slowly toward him with an aura that shone so brightly, as if she were trying to bewitch him, inviting him into her world.

Her facial features were blurry, but her lips were clear with an alluring, devilish smirk playing across them, telling Seonghwa everything he needed to know - she wasn’t quite human. Tiny horns peeked through her hair and behind her, dark wings spread out with a graceful elegance giving her an almost ethereal presence. A slender tail flicked playfully as she drew closer, each step tease of what was to come. Seonghwa’s breath hitched as she knelt before him, her fingers grazing his knees, teasing and sending jolts of heat up his spine.

That was when he realized he was completely naked in front of her.

Is this his mind playing games with him? But then, why does this feel way too real? Too good? Her touch, her movement… her glowing and sexy curves… her wings… is she a succubus?

The succubus tilted her head slightly as she looked up at him, as if she were memorizing his face. Seonghwa tried his hardest to make out her features, squinting his eyes. But she swiftly shifted her attention back to his thighs, leaning in as her lips brushed softly against his bare skin, each kiss igniting a fresh wave of warmth that made his head spin. Her touch was feather-light at first, almost teasing, as though she wanted to draw out every tremble and sigh he had to offer. Her hands slid up his thighs, inch by inch, leaving no space untouched, her fingertips grazing his skin with an electric sensation that left him craving more. Seonghwa’s breaths grew ragged as he watched her, his body surrendering to the hypnotic pleasure she brought.

“Wh-what are you doing…” Seonghwa whispered as if she were actually there. Or was she ? Her fingers wrapped around his hard length, her lips holding a smirk as she met his gaze—not literally, but the creature looked up for his reaction. Fully satisfied with his flushed face, her hand began moving up and down his hard length as Seonghwa’s breaths grew deeper and more ragged. Her initially slow pace quickened, pumping his hard cock as if she were prepping him for what was next to come.

Leaning down, the succubus wrapped her lips around him with a warmth that felt overwhelmingly real. Seonghwa couldn’t hold back the low groan that escaped him, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him. She took her time, alternating between gentle sucks and skillful flicks of her tongue, her hands trailing up his torso as if claiming him entirely. Each movement, each touch, felt crafted to drive him to the edge, yet she held back just enough to keep him in exquisite suspense.

Her wings brushed lightly against his legs, amplifying the sensation as she took his hard length entirely into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she quickened her pace, bobbing her head up and down while Seonghwa’s red tip hit the back of her throat. Seonghwa’s mind spun, the sensations sending him into a blissful state as his tip made contact with the back of her throat. His toes curled, and his fingers clutched even more tightly around the sheets. Every subtle moan, every breathless sound she drew from him felt real, almost as if she were drawing out his very soul.

While his dilemma over who or what she was kept eating at him, his mind slowly turned to mush as his head was thrown back in the intoxicating pleasure she was giving him, leaving him only wanting more. This otherworldly creature, a succubus to be exact, was giving him… a blowjob?

When he finally woke, he found himself tangled in his sheets, his body damp with sweat and his breathing uneven. His black sweatpants were soaked with white stains, his whole body trembling from the intensity of the experience. He sat up slowly, still dazed, as every detail of the dream lingered vividly, as though she’d truly been there with him.

Seonghwa knew a thing or two about succubi, thanks to his scaredy-cat friend Wooyoung's interest in these horror-ish things and his habit of chewing Seonghwa’s ear off about them every morning on the drive to college.

He tried to brush the dream off as a one-time thing, thinking that maybe it was an aftereffect of them playing that Ouija board game. But it became his nightly torment. Every night, this alluring creature would appear in his dreams and pleasure him, edging the heck out of him but never allowing him release or letting him figure out her face. Each dream grew more intense, her touch more familiar, her presence more demanding. Every morning, Seonghwa woke up flushed, his body tingling with need, his mind haunted by the charming succubus that had taken control of his nights. He tried to shake it off each time, telling himself it was just his imagination and that she wouldn’t come back. But each night, as he closed his eyes, the creature returned, and he found himself helplessly craving more, desperate to uncover her identity.

The next few days went by in a blur as Seonghwa found himself, on a fine evening, exploring the streets of Japan. Wooyoung was keeping his promise of paying for everything Seonghwa touched, but slowly, it was turning into a pain in the ass. Exploring love hotels was not his jam, yet here he was, accompanying his two best friends as Wooyoung dragged San along, excitedly explaining the meaning of each love hotel they passed.

“Sannie, that is the Starlight Inn, that one is The Secret Garden, and that one is my favorite, the Moonlight Suite,” Wooyoung squealed, his arm wrapped around San’s. A kittenish smile played on San's lips as he nodded along to whatever Wooyoung was saying. Seonghwa trailed behind them, not really interested and distracted, his mind haunted by flashes of the succubus from his dreams.

“Seonghwa-hyung, keep up, or else you’ll get lost,” Wooyoung called back, noticing his bored and distant expression. Then Wooyoung wrapped his other arm around Seonghwa, keeping one arm snug around San.

“Hyung, which one do you like?” Wooyoung asked excitedly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Nothing,” Seonghwa replied bluntly, pursing his lips as he had been dragged along enough for one night.

Wooyoung pouted,“Come on, there should be at least one that you like! Else, where are you gonna stay tonight?” he asked, a playful mischief evident in his tone.

“In my hotel room, Wooyoung. And why the hell would I stay in a love hotel when I have my beautiful hotel room?” Seonghwa shot back, half-wishing he could push away the strange longing he felt every night, haunted by the succubus.

“’Cause we checked us out of the hotel, hyung. Tonight, one of these babies is gonna be our home.” Wooyoung gave Seonghwa a cheeky smile, gesturing proudly at the line of love hotels as if he’d done him a huge favor while Seonghwa’s face held a baffled expression.

Seonghwa’s eyes went wide, his expression shifting from surprise to mild panic. “Wait—are you serious? You really checked us out of the hotel ? Without telling me?”

Wooyoung laughed, glancing at San as if they were in on a secret together. “Oh, we’re serious, alright.”

Seonghwa’s gaze moved to San, desperate for some kind of reasonable explanation. “San-ah! You knew about this ?” he asked, trying to appeal to the most sensible one of the group. “I get it for you two, but why was I the only one left in the dark here?”

San scratched the back of his neck, a faint blush coloring his ears. “S-surprise, hyung ?” he offered sheepishly, giving Seonghwa a guilty smile.

Seonghwa shook his head, feeling a mixture of frustration and amusement as he looked at his two friends. “Unbelievable…” he muttered, sighing in as there was no way out of it now.

Wooyoung laughed, pulling him closer as they headed toward a nearby restaurant. “Don’t look so disappointed, hyung. This will be fun, I promise!”. But as his friends laughed and chattered, Seonghwa’s thoughts drifted, his mind unwillingly replaying flashes of his delicous night time encounters with the succubus creature. Even surrounded by friends, he couldn’t fully shake the haunting intensity of his dreams.

After the dinner, WooSan left to book the love hotels while Seonghwa insisted on staying a bit longer, enjoying the atmosphere of the restaurant. He soaked in the fact that he was in Japan as the foreign energy of the city buzzed around him. He downed his second glass of beer, the warmth spreading through him as his mind wandered back to the delicious dreams he had been having. His cheeks flushed a soft pink as he sat there, lost in thought, surrounded by strangers, when a light tap on his shoulder pulled him out of his daydreams.

He turned, slightly startled, and found himself face-to-face with a girl. She was dressed entirely in black, from the long coat to the cap that hid most of her face, and a mask that covered everything but her lips. She stood silently for a moment, her presence almost otherworldly, then handed him a tissue. Seonghwa blinked in confusion, about to ask what this was about, but before he could speak, she leaned in close. Her warm breath brushed against his ear, and the familiar scent of honey and spice filled his senses, sending a jolt of electricity straight to his core as she whispered.

“You’ve been dreaming about me, haven’t you, Seonghwa ?” she murmured, her tone was teasing, the words sent a shiver down his spine. “You called me on Halloween night, remember ? So… feel like summoning me again ? The name’s Y/n.”

Is the voice of the succubus creature from his dreams ? Woow..umm..her name’s Y/n…alright woooh!

She spoke as your finger trailed lightly over his hand, a soft, deliberate motion that sent a wave of heat through him. It was so familiar, so hauntingly like the dreams, that Seonghwa’s breath hitched, and his body tensed.

The words, the touch—they were too familiar. Seonghwa’s heart skipped a beat. There was no mistaking it. This was the same feeling he had when the succubus appeared in his dreams, when her touch sent waves of heat through his body, when her lips wrapped around his length, pulling him deeper into a world he couldn’t escape. This was exactly how he felt.

His eyes widened as a faint yellow glow flickered beneath the edge of her cap, catching the light just enough for him to see. It was subtle, yet he could faintly make out her eyes, but it was enough to make his heart race as the blurry face from his dreams was slowly taking shape. That glow reminded him of his dreams, bewitching him as his mind spun with the realization that she was somehow connected to the creature haunting his nights.

She gave him a slow, knowing smile, and without another word, she made a casual, almost teasing gesture as her fingers curled into a 🤙 “call me” motion. With that, she turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Seonghwa staring after her, his pulse hammering in his chest.

He was 99.9% sure now. This was no coincidence. The succubus—the creature from his dreams—had been standing right in front of him, and now she had left him with her phone number on the tissue, daring him to make the next move.

Back in his single room at the love hotel, Seonghwa lay sprawled on the bed, staring at the tissue with her number. “Y/n…Y/n….Y/n..” he mind repeated the girl’s name in the resaturant, your name, as your voice still ringed in his ears.

The thin walls did nothing to muffle the sounds of nearby couples, wrapped up in their own heated moments. He chuckled dryly, thinking he could even hear WooSan somewhere in the mix. Why couldn’t he have some fun, too ? Would you actually show up if he called the number the though ?

On impulse, he dialed your number, half-expecting it to be a dead end or a prank. But the phone barely rang once before a soft knock echoed from his door. He sat up as his heart raced, slowly getting off the bed and opening the door, his breath caught up in his throught.

There you were, standing in all your glory, in the dim light of the hallway, your lips curved in a familiar, teasing smile, your eyes gleaming beneath the cap. You raised a brow, as if daring him to let you in, that same sultry, electric energy from his dreams flooded the room as both of your eyes got locked.

With a whisper of air, you stepped through the door. As you entered, your coat slipped from your shoulders, revealing your true form beneath: a form-fitting, alluring costume that accentuated your curves, framed by delicate, black wings that spread out gracefully behind you. Tiny, glistening horns peeked out from your hair, adding a touch of playful wickedness, and your eyes glowed with a sultry, supernatural light that seemed to shift between crimson and gold. Your ture form appeared infront of Seonghwa as he took the sight in front of him front horn to toe.

“Thought you wouldn’t show up” he breathed, voice husky and low as he stepped towards you. His hands snaked around you waist, brushing against the massive wings. Your cute yet sexy face, the soft glowing skin, the tight and exposing costume, the swell of your breasts, the curve of your hips everything was way too overwhelming and inviting for him to think straight. He rubbed you sides as you leaned in to his touch, settling in his embrace.

“Did you think I’d stay away for long ?” you teased, leaning in even closer so that he could feel the warmth radiating from you. Your eyes, deep and gleaming, locked with his as his fingers trailed lightly across you jawline, tilting his chin.

The tension in the room thickened, his heartbeat drumming fast as you pressed your lips to his, a taste of dark temptation and sweet promises. His hands tightened around your waist while you hands tangled in his lush hair, tugged his root and urging him to deepen the kiss. He obeyed as his free hand cupped you cheeks and his tongue explored your mouth. Biting his bottom lip, you earned a soft groan from Seonghwa as he returned the favor by squeezing you ass.

After a series of lingering kisses and soft touches, you pulled back slightly, watching as Seonghwa caught his breath, his eyes half-lidded with desire. But there was something deeper you needed him to understand something that would change everything between you.

“I think it’s time,” you murmured, fingers tracing his arm. “For you to rest. For this to be real, you need to let go and fall asleep.”

He frowned, holding you closer. “I don’t want this to end,” he breathed, his reluctance evident.

Shaking your head, you smiled gently. “Trust me, Seonghwa. If you want to experience everything I can give, you’ll have to trust me.” Your fingers brushed his jaw, softening his hesitation. “If you let yourself drift off… I’ll come back. Every time.”

He looked at you, confusion clouding his mind. “What do you mean, ‘come back’?” His hand wandered to his waist, and you couldn’t help but smile at the realization that was about to dawn upon him.

“Remember Halloween?” you whispered, watching his eyes widen. “That Ouija board… it wasn’t ordinary. It was made to summon creatures, not just spirits, to bring to life your deepest fantasies.”

His hand drifted to his waist, discovering the small cupid tattoo just beneath his ribs. His fingers traced it, astonished. “T-This… it wasn’t here before.”

You nodded, guiding his hand over it, your fingers tracing its delicate outline. “That mark connects you and me. It allows me to be here like this. But it’s fragile. Break the rules, and I won’t be able to return.”

He blinked, torn between fascination and uncertainty. “What… what rules?”

You leaned in, your lips grazing his ear as you explained, “The rule is simple. To summon me, touch the tattoo, think of your desires… and fall asleep. That’s all it takes. Follow it, and I’ll always come to you.”

His breath caught, eyes darkening with understanding. “So, whenever I want to see you…” His soft gaze locked on yours. “You’ll come back?”

Smiling, you nodded. “Anytime you call for me… I’ll be here.”

He closed his eyes, letting the details sink in. “Then show me, tonight.” His hand cradled your face, pulling you into a deep, lingering kiss.

Your hands rested over the tattoo, and as he relaxed, his breathing calmed. He slowly let the darkness overtake him and finally slipped into sleep. The last thing he saw was the glint in your eyes, promising him the dreams and desires you would fulfill whenever he summoned you again.

As Seonghwa sank further into the dream, the dimly lit room closed in around him, the air thick with the alluring and familiar scent of honey and spice, refilling his senses. His heartbeat raced as he took in the sight of you—a vision wrapped in shadow and light, wings stretched behind you, dark and leathery, more breathtaking than any fantasy he’d ever dared to imagine. The soft glow highlighted the sharp curve of your horns and the glint in your eyes, eyes that burned with a supernatural intensity that sent a shiver through him. Your pupils dilated, swirling with a crimson hue, as your heart raced in anticipation of the upcoming pleasure and danger.

You closed the space between you with slow steps, the fabric clinging to you in ways that left little to the imagination, drawing him deeper and deeper into your hypnotizing spell. He watched, mesmerized, as you settled into his lap, your wings folding around you both like a protective shroud. Your hands found their way to his shoulders, nails sharp enough to tease but not break the skin, your body pressing flush against him.

“Is this… really happening?” he breathed, his voice thick with desire, his fingers tracing the lines of your waist as if familiarizing himself with your body. His touch drifted higher, hands cupping your breasts, fingers kneading the supple skin and drawing soft, gasping sounds from your lips. He rolled his thumbs over your sensitive peaks, feeling them harden beneath his touch as your body arched into him, eyes narrowing with pleasure as the yellow glint shone brighter.

Your lips curved into a teasing smile as you leaned closer, your breath hot against his skin. “It’s as real as you make it,” you whispered, letting your hands drift down his chest before meeting his gaze with an intense stare. Your wings shifted, casting shadows on the wall while the tip of your tail coiled around his wrist playfully, guiding his hand back to your chest, urging him to continue the sweet torture.

“And right now, in this dream,” you said, your eyes glowing brighter, “we’re free from all rules.”

As soon as those words left your lips, he pulled you closer, his hands slipping down to cup your thighs, fingers pressing into the softness there as he guided you over him. Every touch, every movement between you ignited a fire that blurred the line between reality and dream until the world around you both faded into dark oblivion. Your lips brushed against his, softly at first, before deepening into something fiercer and more primal.

His hands wandered up your back, fingertips tracing the sensitive membrane of your wings, sending jolts of heat coursing through your veins. The soft touch drew a moan from you, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment, lips parting to reveal the elongated canines that gleamed in the dim light.

You rolled your hips against him, a delicious friction that made him let out a low, shuddering breath, his grip tightening as he held you in place, urging you to continue. His mouth moved from your lips, trailing kisses down your jaw and across the soft pulse point on your neck. Then, he took a perked nipple into his mouth. The heat of his tongue, the way he nipped and sucked, sent a shiver straight to your core. Your hands clutched at his hair, the sensation heightened as your tail tugged his arm, pulling him impossibly closer.

The room filled with the thick air of anticipation as he shifted beneath you, guiding himself to your entrance. Your breath hitched as you felt him press against you. He was long, which you already knew from having given him a blowjob, but the feeling of his tip pressing against your wet core sparked a fire so hot that it raised goosebumps all over your body. His eyes met yours, a mix of lust and longing that warmed your heart, as if he was asking for permission to claim you completely.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice laced with need. The word was a command, a plea, and it sent him over the edge. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered you, the sensation electric as your bodies joined. The connection between you was immediate and profound as the mark—the cupid tattoo beneath his ribs—glowed with the joining of your bodies.

Your wings fluttered, stretching wide as a cry of pleasure escaped your lips. The room glowed with a supernatural light, shadows dancing wildly as he moved within you, each thrust sending waves of heat and pleasure coursing through you both. His hands found your hips, fingers digging in as he held you close, maintaining his rhythm as your bodies moved in sync.

You rocked against him, meeting his movements with a passion that left no space for doubt or hesitation. His name tumbled from your lips in a chant as the intensity built, a knot of tension that threatened to snap at any moment. His lips found yours again, the kiss searing as his hips snapped forward, pushing you both closer to the edge.

As the world around you blurred, his hands traced your spine, fingertips brushing the base of your wings, sending you spiraling straight over the edge. Your eyes met his, a shared understanding passing between you as the final surge overtook you both. With a breathless cry, you came undone, your body shuddering around him while he experienced his own intense climax, marking you with the last thrust, a bond sealed with the heat of passion.

The afterglow wrapped around you both like a warm blanket, your bodies pressed together, chests moving up and down in unison as you caught your breath. His fingers traced the mark on his waist, now glowing with a warm yellow hue—a proof of the connection between you.

“Remember,” you whispered, your voice a soft reminder, lips brushing against his ear. “If you want me back… just call for me.”

And as he drifted into deeper sleep, the memory of you lingered, the promise of future dreams bound to the tattoo, linking him to you forever.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

© ShixCherie.

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Why didn't you say anything?

Poly TF 141 x sex-demon reader (male intended but has depictions of fem):

A|n: Based on this writer's amazing work and this artist's au. And now this is very long.... I can't just write porn can I? Of well.

Prt:2 is done <3 》》》》》

Be warned I use more Catholic or deamon depiction of our succubus(male) reader, so please expect some body horror esk depictions. Also, the 141 are all in a polycule in this story.

CW: NSFW halfway through after the line break, sex addiction or dependence depicted for reader, threats to health, kind of eating disorder esk, talk of threats/acts of noncon and dubcon to reader (not focused on), polyamory, some talk of religion, why is this so long? And angst??? Ok....

Thinking about being a demon who became the 141's spy. The blood of the damned that ran through you, making you that much more dangerous and that much better at your job.

You fell under the deadly sin of lust, but it's been so many decades that you can't quite remember how you came to be. Maybe reincarnation, maybe you were summoned. It doesn't matter anymore, but it still hindered your intake into the military. You were practically a veteran by the time Price picks you up and drags you into his team.

None of the 141 had ever worked with anyone demonic for an extended amount of time. There had been the call ins and times when they picked up failed missions, but none of them ever really worked with a demon.

Ghost, as a wraith, was the closest any of them had gotten to working with anyone similar to you.

You started out as someone they called to scope out information before a particularly threatening mission. You were just the help, the one they called when they needed a spy. Until they leaned about how every other task force would drop you within a month of calling you thiers.

Price had worried that it was something to do with you or your attitude towards teamwork when he had taken you in, made you one of his men.

That was before he noticed this kind of cycle you would go through. Just when a mission would start, you would pull back. You would separate from everyone, not cold turkey, yet you just wouldn't be present. The training room was one person short, or their would be one less person here on the quieter afternoons he didn't even know this team had.

It was after the missions that you would be more than present again.

You were there again when Soap wanted to run his lycanthopic body to exhaustion just so he could feel just a little more human with the pains it brought. When he was hyper, feeling like he needed to move, you were there to shove him. Drag him into a game of tag or chase or anything to help him move. Soap has never been good at sitting still.

When Gaz needed to be called from the purch he picked to preen his damp or irritated feathers on that was away from the busy noise of the base. Or when his Avian blood told him to take to the sky, you were happy to be taken for a flight or watch him loop around, watch him stretch his wings, across the star splattered skies.

And there you were outside with the nocturnal Ghost, saying you didn't need the sleep most nights and got bored. Even when his form would flicker, tendrils of shadows lashing around his open skin, something that made most run. You stayed with him, hummed a tune you can't remember the origin of, in a language probably only those as old as you would remember.

When Price was struck with phantom pain, when he would feel this pang on his wing only to realize it was from the one that didn't exist anymore. You were there with him. Happy to share a cigar with the smoke that smoldered was neither from his drag nor you. There to sit and fill in paperwork long into the night shift, to just exist around Price when the team was still settling in, or licking wounds.

In the more common areas where Soap would annoy Gaz into another game of cards. You were there to keep the peace.

It had taken Price longer than he was willing to admit to know what was going on. It wasn't some manipulative, carrot and stick, trick no. And it almost seemed like you hadn't consciously been doing it. Before it clicked.

You were a demon, a succubus, to be specific. You fed off of the emotion or the intent of sex.

And you only got that when you needed to get someone to talk. You only lean into it when it's needed for a mission.

He honestly felt stupid, like a leader that failed, but he was quick to right that failure. It wasn't like this team didn't run off and blow off steam together or that they left soap to struggle through his heat alone, nor did they leave Gaz to sit and brood alone. None of that.

And if you were a part of his team, this team, then you can't be starved. Can't be left to weaken, to crave, no. Price wouldn't stand it.

So he talked to the team. Told them his theory, his plan to fix it, and when the team had gotten over the hurt of leaving you alone and weak. They jumped at the opportunity.

Starting small.

Being more openly affectionate around you, never quiet reaching out but still letting the emotions linger.

Those play fights that Ghost would tap out of suddenly just kept going, and those thick visceral emotions none could quiet place the origin of; would hang so heavy in the air you could practically catch it between your teeth.

Those days Gaz would pull back, preen his wings alone; became fewer and far between. Now, the nearest team mate had a lap full of fluffled up wings and pleading eyes. And could Gaz use those honey coated eyes of his to glance up through his lashes and beg.

The quiet chuckles and this ever so pleased emotion would wind around Price's incisors, a satisfied thrill of the dragon flooding a palpable semblance of the satisfied job.

Price started talking about to the team, and they started trying to be more connected, more present, with you so you could have that nourishment. And if that meant that private room doors were left ever so lightly ajar during late nights spent with each other. No one mentioned it.

Soap was the first to notice the actual change.

Your eyes would flicker, puplis vibrating softly before it was shut down, and you would disappear. Or you would actually pull back. He was also the first to tell Price. And thier leader waisted no time.

"You good there, lutenent?" His voice calls softly into your quarters.

"All good Cap."

"Not so sure about that one soldier." Price presses on, taking a step further in to push the door more closed, "You don't play well with this team?"

"No, I have no qualms with any of you. Sorry if it seemed so."

"Ya do always talk so proper like you know?"

"Apologies, old habits."

Price steps closer, easily taking the space offered my your open thighs. Letting that simmering feeling flush his skin.

"Maybe we should start making new ones. What do you say, Sugar?"

His hand hovered just over your throat, careful to keep you feel safe. Price of all people knows what a demon can do when cornered, and it wasn't like he wanted you to feel put off.

He sees what Soap saw, just as his palm cups the edge of your jaw, your pupils flicker. Body dropping almost leaning agaisnt him.

"Why didn't you say something, Suguar?"

"Not of my use in this team."

"You don't need to be useful to eat." He sounded almost angry, calming all the more when you do lean into him, "you never need to earn a meal. Just ask. We all want to help."

That night, he let you ride him.

Laid back against your bed, held your weight by your thighs, and let you set the pace. Even if he was so hard it hurt, or if your dark lion-esk tail would flick across the sensitive inside of his thigh. Or when he's come twice and is practically drooling before he notice just how much more like your kin you look.

He doesn't stop you from flicking a forked tongue over the overwhelmed tears, he only noticed the change at the hitch of your breath when Price tangles his scared hands in your hair. Accidently tracing the curving rams horns that has twisted around your more pointed ears.

Singing your praise, even as you tried and failed to explain that you don't matter in this, just his pleasure.

He shut that down real quick.

[mrsshabana]

Anonymous asked:

"Okay okay I had this thought while driving home from visiting family for the holidays but I feel like it's a neat little concept-

I re-read the incubus Gyutaro one-shot you made a while back a few days ago and had a thought occur to me, what if the roles where reversed? Like a Succubus/Incubus reader paired with a human Gyutaro.

Just felt like sharing this little concept sense I've been having BAD gyutaro brain rot recently. (/=w=")/ <3"

Gyutaro x Succubus!Reader

♥CW: 18+ MDNI, dubcon, somnophilia, smut, creampie, vaginal sex, dark content

♥AN: First I wanna say, I am so sorry this took me so long! But I hope that the result is satisfactory. You had such a good idea, I wanted to make sure it was perfect (✿◡‿◡)

♥WC: 2,220

This kind of weather is usually Gyutaro's favorite, but it’s not ideal when he’s moving into his new place. It’s raining and a thick layer of fog covers the forest surrounding his new home. It’s a small place, but very beautiful and secluded. He’s shocked that he was able to find a place like this for such a cheap price.

Maybe moving somewhere new will help him clear his mind of all the woes that have been plaguing him recently. To his dismay, Gyutaro will be living alone in this new home. His sister is a full time student at the neighboring university. He couldn’t afford for himself to go, so he’s paying for her tuition while he lives alone in a small house in the woods. 

It could be worse though. He could have been living in a shitty apartment in the city that costs three times the rent of his new place. So not everything in his life is terrible. But he does miss his sister. It’ll be hard to adjust to a life where he doesn’t see her everyday, but this was a necessary sacrifice. Gyutaro will be lonely but he doesn’t mind. Maybe now that Ume is gone, he can focus on making a life for himself.

~

The first week in his new home goes pretty well. He didn’t find dead bodies in the basement like he was expecting, so that's a plus. But he does hear noises coming from the basement at night, subtle sounds that he plays off as being due to the home being old. But that’s not the only thing. Gyutaro always feels like he’s being watched. It gets so bad that he’ll wake up in the middle of the night, panting and out of breath. He can feel someone watching but when he looks around, there’s no one to be seen. The faint smell of perfume wafts around his bedroom at these times. It’s strange how the scent always manages to lull him back to sleep.

These occurrences aren’t enough to make him want to move out, but it is enough to make him feel anxious every time he’s in the house at night.

Gyutaro’s mental health starts to decline as Valentine's day approaches. Not because of his strange living situation, but because of the loneliness that consumes him. When he’s at work he always sees happy couples together. He can’t help but scratch at his skin until it bleeds under his uniform. Nothing pisses him off more than having the thing that he wants the most being waved in front of his face. Gyutaro knows that he’s not very attractive, but he still wants love just as much as the next guy. It’s tortuous for him to have to go through this holiday alone. He just wishes that he had someone who would keep him company sometimes. Someone who he could hold late at night… someone who would be willing to accept all of the love that he has to offer… But he knows that he will never get that luxury.

Gyutaro lays in bed, holding a pillow tightly against his chest. Tears rolling down his cheeks, wetting the pillow case. Around this time of year, it’s not uncommon for Gyutaro to fall asleep crying.

But this is the first time that you’ve seen him like this. It breaks your heart to see such a sweet human being in so much pain. It pushes you to finally introduce yourself. 

~

Gyutaro wakes up to an unfamiliar heat accompanied by a comforting softness. One that is quite foreign to him. He can’t move his body, and it takes all of his willpower to open his eyes.

He sees… skin? A soft lump of flesh pressed against his cheek. He can’t fully see what’s going on, but eventually he makes out what it is. A pair of breasts.

If he was able to speak he’d be gasping from a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He’s never been this close to a woman before… let alone this part of a woman. 

Gyutaro tries his best to figure out who this mystery woman is, but the majority of his vision is blocked by your warm chest. All he is able to do is look down, barely able to see a thin, pointed tail swinging behind you.

“Shhh it’s ok sweetheart,” you coo, gently rolling your fingers through his hair. “It’s ok, I’m just here to comfort you…”

His body is limp, completely at your will. You gently move his face to look up at you. Intoxicating glowing eyes stare back at him. He’s fixated on your perfect skin and the two small horns poking out from beneath your hair.

The familiar perfume scent fills his nostrils as he gazes upon your beauty. Sending a rush of emotions through him. A single tear rolls down his cheek as his dick begins to harden.

With a smirk, you trail your long tongue down his cheek, gathering his tears. “Mmm, you even taste good. Though I knew you would…” you smile sweetly at him, showing off your fangs.

This whole situation is freaking Gyutaro out. But he also can’t help but be horny… You are the first woman to show him affection in this way. Not to mention that you are the sexiest woman he’s ever seen, and you don’t seem disgusted by him. This makes him think that this must be a dream… But would he be able to smell such a sweet, intoxicating scent if it were a dream? He isn’t sure, but all he knows is that he doesn’t want this moment to end. He doesn’t want you to leave him like everyone inevitably does. The thought makes his tears flow heavier.

Your sweet little human’s distressed state tugs at your heart strings, “Oh honey don’t cry! I’m here for you,” you hold his face close to your chest, peppering his head with kisses, “It’s ok, I know how to cheer you up…”

With a tender touch, you guide Gyutaro into a loving kiss. He’s not able to reciprocate, but the both of you are enjoying it nonetheless. Your long tongue explores every inch of his mouth, swiping over his crooked teeth, showing love to every imperfection of his.

The only sound that he’s able to make is a soft whimper. It’s a pathetic sound, but it tells you everything that you need to know. Your new human toy wants you just as badly as you want him.

Pulling away from the kiss, you maneuver Gyutaro’s body beneath you so you can straddle him. Your lace panties pressed up against the erection that is held inside his sweatpants.

The sight of him beneath you causes a devious smirk to form across your saliva covered lips. Pushing yourself further against his crotch and leaning forward, you whisper to him, “I’m going to take care of you, Gyutaro.”

His eyes go wide from your statement, and you can feel his cock twitch beneath you. 

You start at his face and go down, kissing all of his birthmarks until you reach the one on his hip. Taking your time there, you kiss and gently nibble at the mark that adorns him where his bones jut out in an unnatural way. You’ve had encounters with humans for hundreds of years, but you’ve never seen one quite like him. No one else has a body so unique. This single fact is what has made him so lonely his whole life, but it is also what attracted you to him. The entire time you’ve been watching him in this house, you’ve felt an undeniable attraction towards him. 

And now you will finally get to do something about it.

Gyutaro’s breath hitches when you pull down his sweatpants to reveal his cock. Even though you’ve seen it plenty of times before, having watched him masturbate to his eroge games, it still surprises you. Seeing it so up close is completely different. Up close you can see all of the veins that decorate his member, as well as the beautiful assortment of birthmarks that travel from his balls, up to his swollen shaft.

There are so many things that you want to do with him, but they will have to wait. You know more than anyone that virgin men can’t handle too much. So a hand and blow job will have to happen later. You want to make sure that you save all of his seed for your cunt.

You take your time removing your bra and panties. Watching as with each passing moment his dick leaks more pre-cum. Whines escape his lips as more tears flood his eyes. Poor thing, he looks so pathetic and needy. It’s adorable, all you want to do is care for him.

“Don’t worry,” you whisper seductively, moving to position his tip at your entrance. “I’m going to make you feel good.”

A tidal wave of pleasure floods Gyutaro’s body as you slowly lower yourself on his cock. Your pussy holding him in a vice grip, your velvety walls massage him as you hesitantly ride him. Making sure to take it slow, keeping in mind that he has never done this before. 

You’re so tight that Gyutaro feels like you are quite literally sucking the soul from his body, through his dick. The sensations of love and pleasure are so overwhelming to him that he feels like he might die. After being refused romantic affection for his entire life, Gyutaro’s body can’t handle this. It’s all too much for him. He isn’t accustomed to being loved… to being taken care of.

The urge to touch you is tortuous for Gyutaro, he wants more than anything to run his calloused fingers over your soft skin. To reach up and palm your breasts, or to even hold your hips and thrust up into you.

Starting slow, you gradually build up speed. Dragging his length out of you, just to push him back in again. The soft sound of skin slapping, and the squelching of your slick coating his dick fills the room.

“Ah… Gyu-Gyutaro,” you moan. Never have you coupled with a human that felt so good. The way his cock fills you to the brim is like your pussy was made just to fit around him.

Hearing you moan his name causes a tingling sensation to form in the pit of his stomach, his balls tighten and he knows he’s about to fill you with his cum. He tries to hold it in, he really doesn’t want this to end. But the sight of your gorgeous body on top of his, your sopping cunt greedily pulling him into you with each bounce of your hips, he can’t take it anymore.

His orgasm is so strong that he is able to break from your spell. Hands going straight to your hips to hold you down, making sure he gets as deep within you as possible. The tip of his cock forcefully pressed against your cervix. It hurts, but it feels so good at the same time. 

Gyutaro leans forward, resting his forehead on your chest as he moans embarrassingly loud, “F-fuck- ah-ah-ah sh-shit!” His orgasm is strong, and he empties more cum into you than he felt was even possible to produce. Cock twitching, muscles spasming, as he shoots thick ropes into you.

You can feel every spurt forcefully splashing against your cervix. God it feels so fucking good. Never in your entire existence have you felt such euphoria from someone else’s orgasm. It’s enough to send you over the edge with him.

“Gyutaro f-fuck… ah baby. P-please, give all of yourself to me,” you moan loudly as you have the most satisfying release of your life. Feeling as though you were struck by lightning.

Arching your back, you grip his hair, keeping him held close to you. Your walls tighten, and Gyutaro whimpers beneath you as your orgasm forces more of his seed to spill out of him. Overfilling you until it has no room but to trickle down his trembling thighs, staining his bedsheets.

Coming down from your high, you feel a rush of satisfaction course through your veins. Never have you been so satisfied by a mere human before, let alone a virgin. There’s something special about him… something that latches onto your cold heart, making it feel warmth for this man.

He desperately clings onto you, holding you as close as possible to make sure you don’t leave him. You can’t leave him. You’re the first woman to ever love him, he doesn’t know what he would do if you were to leave. 

With him still seated deep inside of you, you wrap your arms around him and return his affection. Taking a moment to catch your breath before you realize that he’s crying. 

His tears roll onto the soft flesh of your breasts, as Gyutaro tries to hide from your gaze. You must think he’s so pathetic…

“Sweetheart,” heartbreak clearly heard in your tone, “What’s the matter?” You gently stroke his hair, comforting him until he calms down enough to speak.

“P-please don’t leave…” he says through hiccups and sobs. Looking up at you with puffy eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you smile, wiping his tears away with your thumb, “I promise.”

[scenequeen05]

Choso kamo x succubus!reader

This is a modern jujustu kaisen AU based on Jennifer's body and thirteen. And set in early 2000s So enjoy.

Warnings: 18+, popular reader, nerd choso, p in v sex, oral (m receiving), blood. Porn with a little plot.

"Man, schools almost out, and you still ain't get laid. You're a senior in college, and you didn't even try to get any." jogo laughs as he shuts his locker. Choso scoffs as they head to their next period. "Well, I mean, look at her. She's perfect." their eyes land on you as you walk past.

"i mean, maybe she likes nerds like you, cho," the taller male punches him lightly as he laughs. "i doubt it she probably only dates older guys or something." jogo rolls his eyes, "yeah, right. I think she's dating some basketball player."

The two boys keep conversing as choso makes eye contact with you. Your gaze sent h shivers done his spine. The feeling was cut short when his friend started shaking him. When he looked back, she was just talking to her friends as if nothing had happened. "Damn dude, you ain't gotta be a perv stop staring so hard."

History class wasn't his favorite class, though he could still tolerate it. But today, his mind seemed to only think about you. The way you dressed, the way she carried herself, your body, your perfume.

He started to get carried away, thinking about how soft your skin would feel if he ever had the chance to touch you. He was enamored for some reason he knew he had to have you.

Other than today, he's never even talked to you, but it was just the way you looked at him, as if he was your prey. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and tried to focus, but that seemed to be impossible. When images of you under him were all he could think about.

After finishing those seemingly never-ending classes. The final bell rang, and choso decided to go meet with jogo. Once he arrived at his locker, he watched as you pressed up against him, whispering something in his ear as jogo squirms back. As if trying to melt into the locker. His face redder than a tomato. Any other time, choso would've busted out laughing, but this time, he felt jealous and angry. As if he was being betrayed.

Y/n looked back at him with those same eyes that seemed to put him in a trance before smirking and walking away. Jogo falls to his knees, breathing heavily. As he looks up at him with a love struck face.

"Dude," the shorter man slides back up his locker in disbelief. "Di-did you just...." jogo face is still cherry red before he just walks off in a completely different direction.

Choso rolled his eyes and went to put his things in his locker. But once he opens it, a piece of paper falls out. Inside was sparkling pink handwriting.

It was a location. The letter itself gave away who the author was with the vanilla scented perfume and a single initial.

Once he got home, he plopped on his bed and looked at the letter. He knew where the location was but wasn't familiar with it.

He should've stayed home and finished his homework. But choso's brain kept telling him to go. What if it was her house. Then images flashed through his head of what could happen, from it being a prank or him losing my virginity.

But he prayed to whatever God that was the latter. His parents were asleep in their bedroom downstairs, so he opened his window and strategically climbed out.

After what felt like hours, he finally reached the destination. The house wasn't anything fancy. There were two stories plus an attic. There was only one light illuminating a room.

Once he steps towards the house, a silhouette appears in the window before disappearing. A few more lights turned on as the person descended. The sound of a lock clicking was all he heard before the door opened. "Took you long enough" was the last thing he heard before he was dragged up the stairs.

The smell of vanilla and strawberries suffocated poor choso as he was pulled towards what he was hoping was your room. Pink sweatpants and a tank top were all you wore . Your pants had an outline of a thong. The tent in his pants got tighter as his heart kept beating faster and faster.

You open the door to your room, and tiger prints along with black and pink designs adorn your room. He was pushed onto your bed as you dimmed the lights, and Music played in the background.

This was going faster than expected as he hoped that whatever god he prayed to answered it in full because if this night ended in blue balls and embarrassment, he would never step outside again.

You stalk towards him and glide your hands up along the inner part of his thigh. His face felt like it was on fire as he whimpered silently.

"Aww how cute! You're so excited already, and I haven't done anything," your voice sent shivers throughout his body as it did once before. Except this time, it was more intense as you started to unzip his pants.

He threw my head back as the cold air hit his now exposed cock. You sighed and looked up at him. He noticed how your eyes seemed to glow even in the dimly lit room. Your hands traced circles before placing your mouth sensually on the tip of his dick. Every touch was sensitive, and he tried so hard from bucking upwards.

He grunted and grabbed the sheets as you took all of him in your hot mouth. Your tongue drags along my shaft as she sucks. A whine falls from his lips as you dig into his thighs. Choso looks down to see that his jeans were ripped as if they were attacked by a wild animal

Your nails looked like claws at this point as you sucked his soul. His dick twitches as if he's about to cum, but you quickly pull away and choso breathing is heavy as he watches you pull your sweats down.

You climbs top of the long-haired man, and your eyes - now brightly glowing - seemed to claw into his soul. Fear rises in his chest before a wave of pure pleasure rushes straight to his cock. He presses his head into the bed and starts whimpering from the overstimulation. You slowly grinded into him while your claws dig into his chest, though the pleasure outweighed the pain.

You take your lacy thong off and toss it somewhere before lowering down onto his member which dripped with pre cum. His eyes roll back as any and all control he had over his own body dissipates.

The bed creaks against the wall as you start fucking him. He goes to grab your waist but you pin his hands above his head before two horns form from her head. He couldn't be terrified even if he wanted to be as you start going at an inhumane pace. He feels himself release inside of you. But that doesn't stop you from grinding on him at an insane speed.

"Don't you feel so good, hm?" Y/n tilts her head with a smirk. I can't even answer as my mind goes blank. "y-yes please, more -more uh -" he stopped trying to form a coherent sentence as soon as he started.

Definitely not how he expected his first time to be, he wasnt complaing though. But just when he thought it couldn't get crazier two giant black and gold wings sprout from behind you, and at this point, the bed is pushing a hole into the wall.

Choso feels another orgasm coming, but before he can say anything yo reach forward and start kissing him deeply. The taste of blood mixes in when you bite down on his lip.

Once you pull away a trail of blood and spit, fall onto his chin, but he doesn't try to wipe it away as you continue to fuck him like your life depended on it.

He cums again but it more intense this time. "Oh fuck- ple- please I can't take it it anymore s-slow down- ngh~"

He begs not really wanting you to stop but you finally cum making a mess on his abdomen and chest. Just when he thought he was done your spasms were enough to make him cum again.

You pull off of him and leave the room he stares at the ceiling. But before you even return, fatigue washes over him.

The next day

The next morning, choso wakes up to the sun shining in his face. trying to remember what happened last night. He quickly shoots up and looks around and realizes he's back in his own bedroom. Did last night really happen? His face heats up at the thought.

He plops back down, unknowing of the hidden eyes watching him.

[airandyeah]

400 Follower Drabble

Might become a full fic, lmk what you think! DemonKing!Sukuna X PrincessSuccubus!Reader

The music is slow. Sinister. The kind of melody that slithers beneath your skin and curls up beside your soul, whispering sweet nothingness with every echoing note. A dark symphony bleeds from instruments carved of bone and strung with the hair of saints—only the finest for the infernal elite. It fills the gilded hall with a weight that makes even ancient devils shift in their seats, their laughter quieting to reverent murmurs.

The ballroom itself is a marvel of contradiction.

Bright marble floors polished to a gleam stretch beneath your heels, each step you take mirrored by a haunting twin beneath you. Above, the ceiling is a canvas of forgotten myth—frescoes of sinners weeping, gods falling, angels burning. And all of it is lit by blue fire, flickering in wrought iron sconces shaped like open mouths, the flames licking hungrily at the air as if tasting the sins of the crowd.

Demons, nobles, beasts with too many teeth and too little shame, mingle in clusters draped in silks, sin, and sarcasm. You can feel eyes on you—many of them—but none that matter.

Not yet.

Your presence is nothing subtle. A princess, yes, but a succubus first. Every inch of you is crafted to tempt and ruin. Your gown clings like want, midnight-black velvet kissed with ruby accents, plunging and slitted in all the ways a ballroom full of devils might expect… but none are prepared for how you wear it like armor.

And then the music stops.

Only for a breath.

And in that pause—the instant the silence falls thick like blood in the throat—you feel it. Him.

A presence like a wound torn open. Like gravity shifting. Like everything you’ve ever fed on might pale in comparison to the feast that just walked through the doors.

The Demon King arrives without announcement. He doesn't need one.

He steps into the ballroom like it’s his, because it is. Four arms, all muscle and menace. Blood-red markings wind up his skin like a lover’s touch, and his eyes—gods, his eyes—meet yours as if he’d been hunting you before he even knew your name.

And for the first time in a very long while, you feel like prey.

The crowd parts for him like shadows fleeing light, though the blue flames on the walls only burn colder in his presence.

He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. Not when his gaze pins you like a blade to velvet. One of his hands—clawed, calloused, commanding—extends toward you.

A silent invitation.

No, not silent. Demanding.

Your pulse thrums like a snare drum in your ears, but you accept, lips curling into a slow, wicked smile as you slip your fingers into his. The moment your skin touches his, something ancient stirs between you—dark, primal, and coiled tight like a spring.

The musicians sense it. The new rhythm is immediate. Fast. Dangerous. A tango that crackles with unspoken threats and electric seduction.

You move first—sharp, precise, like a dagger unsheathed. Your hips sway with purpose, your steps slicing across the floor, and you feel his arms wrap around you. One at your waist, another sliding along the curve of your back, two more catching your hand and wrist.

He leads with impossible control. You follow with defiant grace.

The crowd watches, entranced, as the two of you spin through the center of the ballroom like a storm contained in rhythm. Twists. Turns. His strength against your cunning. His grip is vice-like, perfect, adjusting with each flick of your wrist, each snap of your heel. You test him with sudden dips and unpredictable sways, but he matches every move.

Every time you lean back, he’s there. Every time you lunge forward, his body meets yours like a wall of fire and flesh. One hand grips your thigh during a particularly daring move, lifting you with brute ease as the room gasps—a moment too intimate, too raw.

But you don’t flinch.

Neither does he.

You’re breathing fast now. Not from exhaustion—but exhilaration.

His lips ghost your ear as the music hits its crescendo. “You dance like you want to kill me.”

You smirk, letting your nails drag lightly down one of his arms. “Only if you’re lucky.”

A spin, another pull—his hands guiding you into a sudden dip so deep your hair brushes the cold marble. All four of his hands hold you steady, his chest inches from yours, his breath warm.

“Careful, little succubus,” he purrs, fangs just visible behind that slow, terrible smile. “You might not want what happens if I bite back.”

The music winds down, the final note drawn out like a blade across silk, and the ballroom holds its breath.

He doesn’t release you.

His four hands linger—on your waist, your wrist, your thigh, your back. Possessive. Unapologetic. His crimson eyes drag over your face like he’s searching for something. A flaw, perhaps. Or a challenge.

Then comes the smug curl of his lip.

“Hiding, are we?” His voice is velvet soaked in wine and blood. “A pretty illusion, but not your true skin. I wonder…” He leans in, letting his nose brush just above your cheekbone, inhaling softly. “What are you afraid of, little princess?”

You tilt your chin, eyes narrowing in a slow, measured smile that doesn’t reach the heat behind your gaze.

“Afraid?” Your voice drips with sweet venom. “Darling, you mistake grace for fear.”

You raise your hand slowly, curling your fingers beneath his jaw, the soft pad of your thumb brushing his sharp cheekbone. Then you let the shift ripple through you—not a dramatic explosion of power, no, but something far more elegant. More deliberate.

It starts at your shoulders, your skin shimmering like starlight on obsidian. Your wings bloom open with a whisper, delicate but undeniably deadly—webbed, graceful, and tipped in rose-gold. Your tail flicks behind you, long and velvet-smooth, ending in a plush heart-shaped tip glowing faintly pink. Finally, your horns curl upward from your hair, elegant as a crown—ram-like, smooth and dark, but each ring glowing a soft, cotton-candy hue that pulses like breath.

The room gasps behind you.

But you only keep your eyes on him.

“You find this form more appealing?” you ask sweetly, wings flaring just enough to cast a lovely little shadow over the marble.

Sukuna's grin sharpens—wolfish and slow. “Better,” he murmurs, eyes devouring every newly revealed inch of you. “Now you look like something worth corrupting.”

You lean in close, brushing your lips just beside the corner of his mouth, not quite touching. “I’m not something you corrupt, King. I’m the temptation before the fall.”

[quarterlifekitty]

if devils were real (they'd be in the military)

john price/succubus!reader part 1

When John lays down for sleep, he does so with a smile. Talismans greet him from each cardinal direction of his room, ready to bring his darling home to stay. When you come through his window, you're none the wiser. In the dark of his room, your tattoo glows a faint pink over your womb.

You settle yourself gently atop John's hips, just barely grinding your panty-clad pussy against his boxers before he starts to stir. He stares at you with that dumb, sleepy smile like a man in love. It almost makes you feel a bit bad for what you're about to do to him. But not quite.

The scent that begins to pour from your skin is heady and saccharine, making the air heavy as it coats the insides of John's lungs better than a cigar ever could. He's hard in an instant. You giggle, rubbing your hands up and down, cupping the swell of his chest and raking your fingers through the coarse, dark hair.

Price lazily brings a hand to the curve of your hip, perfectly playing the part of the fool out of his mind from your pheromones.

"Daddy," you purr, "I missed you so bad… wanted this cock more than anything…" the words drip like honey off of your tongue, landing feather-light against his throat, threatening to catch the breath within. Your pinkie finger ghosts at the elastic of his boxers, just barely catching and slipping underneath with a perfectly timed bite to your lower lip.

His heart does pound. But not for the reason you think.

The night follows your usual routine. A few special tricks to keep things interesting for him (or maybe your just do it for yourself). Grinding that pretty, wet little pussy against him until he's aching. Taking him into your mouth with a tongue just barely too long to be natural. More and more teasing until you finally let him into your soft, wet heat. You languish in it when you're fully seated— hips flush with his. A drawn out moan escapes you, a shiver running down your spine as you feel his pre leaking out inside you. An appetizer for what's to come.

"Always feels so big… I'll never get used to this cock, daddy. It's just so much—" another rehearsed bite to the lip, tears at your lashline as you grind yourself down and choke out a sob.

John often doesn't speak much during these encounters. Pretends he's too hazy on your cocktail of a scent to formulate a full sentence. But if there's one thing you've always noticed about him, it's his gaze. Men tend to keep their eyes firmly locked on the hypnotic bounce of your tits as you ride them, minds too addled to focus anywhere else. But John keeps his eyes firmly locked onto yours. You chalk it up to his rather severe case of loneliness, but it does unnerve you. Like his line of sight is an ice pick being driven under your eyelid, probing in a place you yourself haven't mapped.

Like he's looking in your eyes just long enough to pull the wool over them.

But you're too much of a professional to let silly little ideas like that affect your performance. You can feel him start to swell and throb inside of you, your tattoo pulsing in anticipation. He lets his eyes close, and he quirks his lip enough for you to see the grit of his teeth as he cums inside you, a shiver running through you from the surge of power it creates. The mark of your womb radiates a bright fuchsia as you take it all in.

It takes some restraint on John's part not to dig his fingers deep into the fat of your hip when he cums— he's just so ready for you to be his. But he hasn't gotten this far by acting in haste. A rustling of paper, a glimpse of calligraphic sigils in the corner of his eye, all a sign of victory on the horizon.

This would typically be the part where you say goodnight. Kiss his forehead and stretch your onyx wings wide to take back off into the night.

It's worth everything to John and more— when your wide eyes betray the searing tension binding the muscles at your shoulder blades.

A careless fly treading six-legged over the trigger hairs of the carnivorous plant.

It becomes your turn to grit your teeth when every attempt at unfurling you wings just makes more pain bloom in their place, almost causing you to double over. John's other hand creates symmetry, planting itself on your other hip. He holds firm and bucks his hips.

The sound you make is beautiful. Unplanned. For a man so neurotic, it's shocking that something so spontaneous could please him so much. It's not the kind of sound a performer makes. No, it sounds like someone thoughtlessly tied a silk ribbon around the neck of a swan just a little too tight.

In the fraction of a moment after that strangled cry leaves your throat, you're on your back, staring up at the cat who caught the canary. His stare is unrelenting, wanting to burn your vulnerability into his synapses. A chuckle rumbles through his chest, deep enough that you swear you can feel it where you're connected still.

"Don't look at me like that, sweetheart. Why don't you tell daddy what's wrong, hm?"

[smokeysweater]

succubus darling who is near asexual. Because… i dont know, fun concept. succubus darling who gets summoned by their yandere only to nervously inform the yandere that… Yeah? They guess they feed off of sexual energy, but they just also don’t really like it. cue yandere being disappointed for like two seconds until they realise they can cuddle with darling all they want, cause in their mind, cuddling would take longer to fill up Succubus darling’s energy. …. as soon as they start cuddling Succubus darling gets full because of Summoner Yandere absolute rancid horn knee energy. anyone people add more onto this if u want.

[heroesrest64]

Succubus Reader pt.3

Other parts: 1 2 HC

(This was originally gonna have 2 links like the last one but Hyrule ran away with the plot lol)

(Warnings: nsfw, minors dni. Skinny dipping, reader has a vagina, aphrodisiacs. Tell me if I need to add anything else 😅)

You wake up to the taste of fruit punch. You don’t honestly know when the last time you had fruit punch was, so it’s an odd feeling. Your lips smack a few times as you test out each flavor. Blue raspberry, passion fruit, strawberry, green apple… It’s kind of sour, but not in a bad way. It’s actually really delicious, and you’re just about to follow the taste to its source when you remember exactly where you are.

Your eyes open with a start, and right there in front of you, held close to your chest like an oversized teddy bear, is Four. What’s more, at the exposed nape of his neck, sitting pretty and innocent, is your demonic signature. You kissed him without any protective runes last night- no wonder his taste is lingering in your mouth. At the very least nothing crazy happened last night- he probably just got pent up and had to relieve himself, but you still feel guilty for putting the poor man through such an ordeal.

“You’re awake. Need help out of there?” Someone asks, and you peek up to see Hyrule standing over your sleeping arrangement. He has a basket under one arm, filled with many different colored tunics and trousers. Was he on his way to do laundry? You could probably use a wash yourself.

“Yes please,” You sigh, carefully extracting Four from your arms before letting Hyrule heft you out of the bed roll. You forgot your feet were still tied up, and quickly lose your balance, falling against Hyrule’s chest before quickly backing up, an embarrassed flush overcoming your cheeks.

“S-sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s probably hard to get around tied up like that…” Hyrule hums, crouching down to untie your legs. You try not to think about how warm his hands are against your bare legs, nor how his fingers deftly undo the knot until the rope falls limply to the floor. You sigh, taking a moment to stretch your legs while Hyrule gathers up the rope.

“I’m heading to the stream nearby to do some laundry. You’re free to join, or I can leave you with Time and Wild.” Hyrule offers, and you realize you aren’t out of the woods yet. They must still think you’re some sort of villain, even though you’ve done nothing but comply with them.

“I’ll go with you, then. I need to wash up, anyway.” You relent, and Hyrule hums a happy note before tying one of your wrists, then attaching the other end to his own hand. You feel a lot more free this way, and walk along with the man until the sound of a bubbling stream makes its way to your ears.

Hyrule takes off his green tunic, letting it join the rest of the dirty clothes. He’s wearing a piece of leather armor still, the tough fabric barely held together by some thick strings that strain as Hyrule leans down to undo his boots and roll up his pants. You decidedly do not stare at his slim waist, casting your eyes to the side while the man gets ready for his chore.

“You need to wash up, right? Do you have… bathing clothes?” Hyrule asks, his nose scrunching up at his own question, like he’s not sure if he should even be asking you such things.

“Er. No.” You admit, nervously tugging at the end of your shirt. You were more or less planning to use some glamour to hide your body from the man, although now that you’re alone with him, there’s something… unnatural about him. You don’t think a glamour would work on him, even if you were fed enough to cast a more powerful one.

The two of you stare at eachother for a second; Hyrule, obviously thinking about what you might use instead of bathing clothes, and you, hoping that he’ll come up with a genius idea that just might work. In the end, he says: “Well most people don’t wear clothes when they bathe anyway.”

Ah, very wise. Very astute. Why didn’t you think of that? You could just go into the water butt-ass naked.

In a technical sense, there’s nothing wrong with the idea. You’re barely wearing any clothes as is, and it’s not like your body is a horror to look at. You’re a succubus, so you’re attractive, but that doesn’t mean you want to skinny dip with this man that you met yesterday.

Unfortunately, you don’t have many other options, and Hyrule is starting to shift uncomfortably on the bank of the stream.

With a long, drawn-out sigh, you begin to strip, shirt, shorts, then any undergarments, all of which you fold quickly and put by the edge of the stream before taking your first few steps into the chilly water. Hyrule has the decency to look away once he realizes what you’re doing, and when you glance back at him, his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears are flushed a ruddy red color that clashes with the freckles dotting his skin.

Not wanting to embarrass the man more than necessary, you begin wading into the cool stream until the water reaches your mid thigh. You should be able to sit comfortably without threats of getting pulled away by the current, and you begin the process of washing yourself off.

Hyrule, for his part, begins working on the laundry, but you can still feel him watching you every now and then, and slowly, the smell of his arousal fills the air, and you feel saliva pooling in your mouth at the thought of a good meal.

Most mortals smell and taste like drinks to demons. Fruit juices or sodas or teas. But there are some mortals who have a bit more… substance to them. Usually, it’s because they’ve been touched by magic, so their souls give more than they should. On rare occasions, though, you can find a mortal who was born from magic.

Hyrule must fall into the latter group, as the smell of thick, fresh honey fills the air. It’s far more substantial than Sky’s mint and chamomile flavor, thick and heady in a way that's impossible to ignore, and your fingers dig into your arms to keep yourself from doing anything rash.

“Are you okay? You don’t look too well.” Hyrule asks, and slowly, you unclench your hands before sending him a nervous smile.

“I’m fine. Just, uh,” Hungry. Horny. There are a few words you could use. “Do you need help with those?” You eek out, deciding to change the subject.

“I could use some help, yeah.” Hyrule nods, and you decide to not think about how his eyes trace the outline of your body as you stand up and walk towards the shore. It's perfectly normal to be naked while bathing. It’s decidedly less normal to have an audience whose arousal you can smell and taste.

You dress quickly, hoping that the presence of some clothes might dampen Hyrule’s arousal, and while it works at first, you somehow forgot about what clothes do when they come in contact with water.

Hyrule’s not even pretending to not look anymore, eyes stuck solely on your chest as your sheer nightshirt does nothing to hide your form. What’s more, his scent is even stronger now that you’re closer to him, and you gnaw on your lips to keep from literally jumping on the poor man.

The two of you wash the clothes in near silence, tension quietly growing as you work. There are a couple times when Hyrule will take in a breath, like he’s about to say something, but the moment usually passes without comment, and he’ll droop before going back to scrubbing. There’s only a couple more articles of clothing in the basket, and you sag in relief, but Hyrule takes your moment of weakness, his hand wrapping around your wrist as you reach for what seems to be Warriors’ tunic.

“I’m sorry to put this on you, but I think you might be my soulmate.”

Your mouth opens and closes for a few seconds, and you just know you look like a fish out of water. Funnily enough, you also feel like a fish out of water, Hyrule’s comment coming from absolutely nowhere. At most you thought he’d make a joke about helping you feed, or maybe he was curious about your past like Four was.

Telling you that you’re probably his soulmate was something you never could’ve predicted.

“What??”

“I know, it’s weird! I wasn’t sure at first, but- you can feel it too, right? A normal Hylian couldn’t, but a demon like you…” There are lights in Hyrule’s eyes as he talks, and now that you’re really looking at him, his smile is just a little off, and runes are imprinted on his skin like invisible tattoos.

Everything’s lining up, and your cheeks flush as you realize the truth of the situation.

“You’re a fairy,” You sigh, and Hyrule rubs the back of his neck, laughing at the accusation in your voice.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, it’s just… difficult.” You grumble. He wasn’t wrong about the whole ‘soulmate’ situation. Fairies hardly ever are, and now that you know, you can feel, see and smell the signs for yourself. The only problem is that demons can’t have soulmates, at least, not in the truest sense of the word.

“Look, Hyrule, I know your senses are telling you that we’re soulmates, but we’re not. I’m a demon. I can’t have a soulmate.” You stress, hoping to somehow convince him that you aren’t his soulmate. Unfortunately…

“That can’t be true. Everyone has a soulmate.”

Fairies are soul driven creatures. You’ve met a few demons in similar situations, and not a single one has managed to rid themselves of their pseudo soulmates. Of course, most didn’t want to get rid of said soulmates- free meal tickets and all that- but it feels kind of scummy in your opinion. Like you’ll be taking advantage of Hyrule if you let him fall to the lie his soul is telling him.

“Demons don’t. I don’t. You’re not my soulmate.” You try again, even if deep down you know it’s a lost cause. Still, hope sparks as Hyrule nods, chin in his hand and brows set in concentration.

“I see…”

He does?

“You do?”

“Yeah, I get it now.” He smiles, but there’s something suspicious about it.

“You’re nervous to have a fairy as a partner. You’re scared you’ll hurt me when you feed.” Hyrule nods to himself, like he’s solved a puzzle. Your mouth falls open, incredulous. Did he say when, like it’s a given you’ll feed on him? What the hell is happening right now?

“But you don’t have to worry about that. We’re soulmates, so even just being around you will restore my soul. You can feed as many times as you want and I won’t get hurt.” Hyrule reassures, and briefly you think about hitting your head with a rock, if only to get out of this conversation.

“That is not the problem.” You grit out, rubbing your head to ease some of the headache building up behind your eyes.

“It’s not..? Then… is it that you don’t like me?” Hyrule wonders, and by the nine circles, he looks like a kicked puppy.

“That’s… not it, either. I just- I don’t want to lead you on. You have a soulmate out there, one who’s literally made for you, but I am not them. You will waste to practically nothing if you choose to stay in my care, and I don't want that for you.” Your voice cracks at your own admittance. It's one of the reasons you don’t hunt mortals like the other succubi you know. It feels like a waste of life, and no one deserves to lose their soul just to feed you.

“I don’t believe that.” Hyrule whispers, and you frown, ready to refute him again, but he brings your hand up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your palm, his hot breath fanning across your skin.

“You wouldn’t allow anyone under your care to waste away. You think I didn’t recognize the runes you put on Sky? You think I haven’t seen your restraint since you first got a taste of my companions? You hold back so much on the off chance that you’ll hurt one of us, but what you fail to understand is that we want you.” Hyrule practically growls against your hand, and you take in a sharp breath, trying to tug your hand from the man’s hold, but he keeps a tight grip on you, continuing to place heated kisses to your palm, even moving up to pepper kisses on the tips of your fingers.

“H-Hyrule, you don’t know what you’re saying. You’ll regret this, once you find your actual soulmate.” You stutter out. Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire, and there’s an itchy feeling building up in your nethers. He needs to stop now, before you both do something you’ll regret.

“I will never regret someone like you.” Hyrule mumbles, finally lowering your hand from his lips, only to surge forward and seal his lips with yours. You flutter nervously for a second, unsure what to do with your hands before deciding to card one through Hyrule’s fluffy lockes, the other wrapping around his back to pull him closer to you.

Hyrule is soft with you in a way you never expected to experience. His hands trail delicately on every curve, bump and mark on your skin, taking his time to admire every new discovery he makes. He breaks his kiss to nibble wherever he deigns is in need of more attention, whispering praises and compliments into your skin as he trails farther down.

Your clothes are hardly a hindrance to the man, he casts them into the basket of dirty clothes with a wet slap, then takes off his own trousers and top. You’re both left in nothing but your undergarments, and your stomach lets out an obnoxious growl when your eyes land on the bulge in his underwear.

“Hungry? I can fix that.” Hyrule chuckles, swooping back in for another passionate kiss. While his lips are busy with yours, his hands drift down to your underwear, fingers pressing into your underwear which is starting to feel uncomfortably wet.

“Succubus can have whatever genitals they want, right? Will you let me eat you out?” Hyrule asks, withdrawing his hand and peeking up to give you a curious look. You feel your cheeks heat up, and cover your face as your embarrassment reaches a fever pitch.

“S-sure,” You stutter out, and soon Hyrule drags your underwear down to your knees, revealing your dripping pussy.

“Perfect,” Hyrule sighs, running his fingers through your folds before dipping his head down. His breath is hot against your sensitive skin, and you whimper, one hand coming down to tangle in his hair as he licks a long stripe up your slit.

Hyrule doesn’t bother with words anymore, letting his tongue worship you in a way that has your thighs shaking, straining to keep them open so you don’t suffocate the man between your legs. You get the feeling he wouldn’t really mind with the way his hands grip the meat of your thighs, pulling you back against him whenever you manage to shift enough to get some relief from his tongues attack on your pussy.

“Hyrule…” You whine when he finds your clit, giving the bundle of nerves a firm suck that has you writhing in his hold. You can feel him smiling against you after that, and a jolt of fear rushes through you as he focuses his efforts on that specific spot. While his mouth is busy with your clit, he frees one of his hands from its perch on your thigh, inserting first one, then two fingers into your hole until you’re forced to close your legs around his head to ground yourself.

“Keep going~ Give me more,” You pant as Hyrule scissors your hole open. He does as he’s told, adding another finger and sucking on your clif just that much harder. It’s almost painful, but in a good way that drives you crazy, and you feel something snap as you release all over Hyrule’s hand. He lets out a muffled sound of surprise before you feel him shift lower to lap up your discharge, and feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“H-Hyrule, you don’t have to,” You start, shifting your legs only to see Hyrule’s lust-drunk face shining with your slick. His hands immediately regain their grip on your thighs, pulling you right back where you were. Oh.

You chuckle, brushing your fingers through the man’s bangs. You must’ve forgotten about the aphrodisiac properties your juices tend to have. Hyrule moans against your sex, shifting uncomfortably, and suddenly you feel his arousal coating your tongue. There’s no way…

“Hyrule… are you gonna cum?” You ask, incredulous, and a slight whimper escapes from the back of the man’s throat. You haven’t touched him, and he’s about to cum from just the taste of you. The thought gets a giddy laugh from you, and you pull him even closer, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of his head. In nearly the same moment, Hyrule finally comes undone, and warm honey fills your mouth and stomach until you feel fit to burst.

After what feels like an eternity, the two of you seperate, and you wipe some honey stained drool from the corner of your mouth before delicately wiping the slick from Hyrule’s mouth and chin.

“You did such a good job. Thank you, Hyrule.” You giggle, pressing a kiss to his cheek before slowly withdrawing. Hyrule tries to scoot back into your hold, and you brush a hand through his hair while you stand up and look around for your clothes. They’re still in the laundry basket, but they’re completely soaked, and you doubt you’d have a fun time walking around in them. Hyrule’s clothes are pretty much the same.

“We should probably finish up the laundry, and find something to wear. It would be bad if someone saw us like this.” You hum, and almost on cue, the bushes nearby begin rustling. You sigh, hands coming up to cover your face as you stand in nothing but your underwear with a clingy Hyrule wrapped around your legs and wait in miserable silence as Time breaks free from the treeline.

There’s silence, for a moment, and then Time hums out a considering note “And to think I was going to offer to feed you. Maybe next time.” He shrugs, and you shake your head. Hyrule laughs, nuzzling against your leg like an overgrown puppy.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Imagine a threesome with a succubus and incubus who fucking hate each other and are now competing on who can get you off the fastest.

Succubus plays with your tits, rubbing her clit against your sensitive bud while her tongue swirls around your mouth. Her pussy is slick and warm, and you're already cumming within seconds.

The incubus stretches you with his fingers, his tongue circling your clit as he makes you count how many orgasms he gives you with his mouth alone.

You can't keep your eyes off of his cock as he fucks his fist, precum dripping from the tip.

Now that's you're all wet and ready, they want to take turns with fucking your fat cunt!

First, the succubus walks over, her strap lightly bouncing with each step, she holds you down in missionary, biting your neck as her strap fucks into your tight hole.

As you have sex, the strap fuses to her body and becomes flesh and blood, pulsing inside of you. She whimpers and tugs on your nipple with her teeth, begging to cum inside and breed you.

The incubus is next, huffing as he wipes away the succubus’s cum from your thighs, his cock is huge, nearly twice the size of the succubus, and he’s proud of it.

You’re pulled onto his lap, forced to take his cock deeper than you thought possible. Your belly bulges with his cock, and you struggle to breathe properly.

He fills you with so much cum, cooing over how cute you’ll look with swollen tits, heavy with milk to feed his young.

You cum several times round his length, ending the night so fucked out you can’t even think.

As the two tally up the amount of orgasms they each gave you, they’re both delighted to learn it was a tie.

“Guess we’ll have to try again~”

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