#succubus reader

[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…

[mossy-opal]

Succubus

Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: SMUT!!!! SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

It was difficult, living in this world and being what you are. It's not your fault, you were born this way! All those years ago, you were brought into this world and taught how to live.

You lived off of pleasure, and off of the souls of those you pleased. It wasn't all bad, but it was difficult when you were picky.

You weren't like most succubi, you had certain tastes. You didn't settle for every average Joe who came across you and fell into your trap of beauty and lust. Sure, it made you weak and very hungry, but your resolve was strong.

You liked it when they wanted you for more than just your body and pleasure. You liked it when you felt something for them. It broke your heart every time one of your new playthings died, but what were you expecting?

Mates for a Succubus were a rare thing, and frankly, you were losing hope.

That is, until you met him.

Your resolve was almost broken before you had met, thinking that you'd have to settle, go to a bar to find some poor schmuck to get yourself fed.

And there he was, in a dark alley at night, probably making his way home, but you were stuck.

He was beautiful. Light blue-ish gray hair, striking features, beautifully red eyes, and the cutest beauty mark. He noticed your staring almost immediately, and he got aggressive quickly.

"What!?"

"I'm- I'm sorry, I just... Have we met?"

"Tch... No...?"

Gods, his voice was making you weak! You laughed it off, immediately turning on your charm.

"Well I'm certain I'd remember someone like you... Who wouldn't~?"

He stepped back when you stepped forward, before you put your hands up in defense.

"I'm sorry, I'm just awe-struck by you..."

He huffed a small chuckle, before he moved past you. You were on his tail immediately, a small smile on your face. He didn't seem to mind your following, but he did stop again soon.

"What do you want?"

"May I ask for your name?"

He turned back with a glare. "Not until you give me yours first."

You gave him your name, and he looked you up and down, before he turned with a small huff.

"Come with me."

And that, was how you met Tomura Shigaraki, leader of the League of Villains.

Your work relationship went well, and surprisingly, being in his presence alone satiated you. It was new, not feeling nearly as empty as usual, and stronger too. He made your wings soar, and it made you feel fantastic.

He never asked for more from you, but you were always sure to go above and beyond for him. Always going the extra mile, just for him.

He noticed, too. He originally thought it was a joke, how close you seemed to be to him. You were very touchy, very flirtatious, and he didn't exactly know how to handle it. No one really complimented him the way you did, or touched him as softly as you did, or did anything the way you did. You were... Odd.

But, he grew used to it. He... He liked it. He liked you.

You knew that, and you loved it.

It really did something for you, so, you decided to make the next move. To truly, seal the deal with him.

Hearing a knock on his door he grunted, not in the mood to talk to anyone. He didn't answer, but he was shocked when the door opened.

Whoever it was truly had a death wish.

"Dabi I swear to god if you bug me right now I'll-"

"I'm not here to bug you, boss~"

Oh, it was you. He grumbled, less annoyed, but still not in the mood for your games.

"Whatever, I'm tired... Go away."

You chuckled, and it sounded different from your usual laughs or giggles, it sounded... He didn't even know how it sounded.

"I'd normally listen to you with no hesitation, but I have something to ask of you~"

Here it is. You didn't even ask for a place to stay while working recon for him, so he expected he'd have to pay you with something eventually. He sighed, turning around in his chair.

"What is it then?" He asked, seemingly irritated.

You walked up to him slowly, something about you seemed very different now. Maybe it was your eyes- A haircut? He was bad at these things, he didn't know!

Then suddenly, the room seemed... Darker than it normally was. His computer monitors were still on, his game paused in the background, but everything just felt really heavy.

"I've been looking for you for a very long time.... I'm so happy to finally have found you~"

"What are you talking about...?"

Why did you smell different? Not like he knew what you smelled like or anything, but he definitely noticed how different it was now.

Your chuckle rang through his ears, louder than it was before. Everything seemed much heavier, and he figured it was a part of your quirk- You mentioned this was something you could do, right?

"Tomura, I have to be honest with you... I don't have a quirk."

That got his attention, but what got even more of his attention was the tail swaying behind you.

"W-what-"

"Not only that, I've been feeding off of you- I'm so sorry... I just couldn't help it. All the attention you gave me, it felt so good, it did so much to feed me, and that's when I knew it..."

He couldn't even speak, confused and a bit concerned, what exactly was he working with?

"You're my mate, Tomura~"

Looking in your eyes, he swore he could see hearts. He'd be flattered if he wasn't so damn confused- This has never happened before, he doesn't know how to handle this sudden admission of feelings! Sure, he returned the sentiment, he just didn't know how to... Respond.

"I know this is overwhelming for you, and I'm sorry you had to learn this way, but I had to be sure, y'know?"

The whine he responded with when he nodded made you fall to your knees in front of him, a hungry look in your eyes.

"Ugh, you're so hard to resist Tomura~"

"W-what... What are you...?"

Your hands were on his knees as you got closer to him, a pair of wings emerging from your lower back, your tail swaying even faster as you contained your eagerness.

"I'm a succubus, baby~"

His breath hitched, his legs jumping as your hands moved up his thighs.

"And I want you."

He could barely breathe, everything was happening so fast and he didn't know what to do. He pushed himself back, away from you for a second to try and at least calm down.

"W-what do you- What exactly do you want from me? Succubus... You guys... You eat souls- Right...? I think..."

You shook your head, standing up, lifting your shirt over your head. Tomura looked away, not wanting to look at you, despite how mesmerising you were.

"Usually yes, we feed off peoples pleasure, and take their souls when we're satiated. But, seeing as though you feed me with just your attention, I don't need your soul. You're my true mate, something that's thought to have been a myth- or a legend amongst my kind~"

Tomura could almost laugh, looking back at you before looking away again quickly; you were shimmying out of your pants.

"F-fuck well I thought- I-I thought stuff like- Succubi were... Made up..."

You moved closer to him again, leaning onto the arms of his chair as he moved to cross his legs, moving his sweater to cover his groin. You giggled at how shy he was, making him look you in the eyes.

His breath hitched again, unsure of where exactly to look. His eyes flickered from your chest to your nethers, back to your eyes.

"Tomura.... Can I have you~?"

He wanted to, he really, really wanted to, but he didn't know if he should agree...

"I promise nothing bad will happen, and I won't hurt you~"

He gulped, "Uh... S-sure... Yeah- Whatever..."

You shook your head, putting your forehead to his. The sudden intimacy actually helped cool his nerves ever so slightly.

"No darling, I want to hear a yes. Because it's true, I want you, and I want to mate with you."

"I-I said sure-"

You giggled again, giving him a soft kiss. He whined at the feeling, kissing you back with a passion he hadn't felt before. The sudden change in his attitude was pleasant, something that you weren't really expecting. He pulled away from you before pushing himself out of his chair, grabbing your face with both of his hands, careful to keep his pinkies raised (even if he was unsure he could hurt you). He kissed you again, deeply. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, making you moan as you put your arms around his shoulders, letting him walk you back to his bed. He pushed you down, pulling away from you as he hovered above you, the both of you huffing for breath from the kiss.

"Is that enough of a 'yes' for you?"

The needy gravel in his voice was to die for.

You smiled wide, pulling him into another kiss, the both of you tonguing the others mouths, each of you pulling and squeezing at anything you could get your hands on. Tomura gripped your chest and your hips, pulling your thighs apart to press himself against you.

You were gripping his hoodie, before pulling at the waistband of his pants and underwear, shoving your hands up his hoodie, feeling his stomach and chest.

He pulled off of you quickly, yanking his hoodie off, before standing and pulling his pants down with an eager swiftness.

You imagined him to be just as pretty, but you didn't expect him to be this gorgeous.

The smile on your face worried him slightly, it made him think it was a joke again, maybe it was all an act.

"Get over here. Now."

The demand in your voice snapped him out of his sudden doubt, the hunger in your eyes was hard to resist. He crawled over you again, kissing you over and over. Softer, this time. You grind against him, making him moan and whine against your mouth.

You felt your wings flutter beneath you as you fed off his pleasure, and you felt vastly different from your previous toys.

You felt his love. You felt everything he felt, his doubt, his fear, his lust, his need. But most of all, you felt his love for you. You moaned when he touched you with two fingers, toying with your hole.

"Aah- Tomuraaah~"

"Fuck.... So needy, huh~?"

You wiggled your hips against his hand, your tail wrapping around his leg as he pushed his fingers into you slowly. Your mouth opened wide with the most sinful moan he'd ever heard, it was better than he'd imagined, even better than any pornstar he'd watched. He slowly fingered you open, scissoring you carefully, kissing your jaw and biting your neck as be listened to you. He never thought he'd get this hard, just from foreplay alone.

Your hands clawed into his sheets and his mattress, and he swore he saw you tearing the fabric.

"Tomuraaa, please- Please stop teasing me, I want you- need you~!"

With begging like that, how could he refuse? He pulled away from your beautifully marked up neck, and he was surprised, to say the least. Horns were atop your head, fangs poking out, your face already looking perfectly fucked out.

"Please fuck me baby, pleeeaaase~?"

Your whines and begging were enough to drive someone mad, and he was the one to hear them. You wanted him, you needed him. Lining himself up, he pushed into you quickly, shuddering a moan at the feeling of just how fucking hot you felt.

The gutteral moans the both of you exchanged made your eyes roll into the back of your head, your mouth falling open even wider as he was finally, finally inside of you.

"Aaaaagh- Yes~! Yes yes yeeeess! Thank you Tomura, t-thank yoouaaah~!"

He huffed a chuckle, gripping your thighs tight before pushing them against your chest, over his shoulders.

"Don't thank me- uGh- Yet~"

As soon as he said that, his hips snapped, making you moan in his ear, and making him shudder above you. He already felt close, but he held out- If only for you. His movements were quick, sloppy, he thrusted as fast as he could, as harshly as he could, as he shoved his tongue down your throat, swallowing your moans and your cute noises. Your moaning was endless as you fed from him, drinking in his sexual desire and energy, feeling yourself being more full than you've ever felt.

In more ways than one.

Your tail wrapped tightly around his leg as your wings helped push you against him, meeting his hips with every thrust.

He lifted himself up, smirking down at you, "Wa-Want me to cum in you? Fill you up? Haa?"

You cried out with a smile, "YeEess! Yes yeS! Please baby~! Please fuck me full! W-waahnt it~ want you! Want you~! M-more~!"

Tomura laughed condescendingly, groaning at the feeling of you fluttering around him as you felt him get closer. He couldn't last much longer than this- It was already too much.

Without much more stimulation, he came hard and quick. You had never cum as hard as you did with Tomura balls deep inside of you, your climaxes combined to drip out of you. You both moaned out, loud, your hands clawing the bed to shreds as you cried out in ecstasy.

As you both caught your breath, Tomura pulled out of you and laid on his bed, exhausted, you couldn't help but laugh.

Tomura groaned. Barely able to, he moved to lay on his back, looking at you.

"W... What.. What's so funny...?"

You slowly and carefully moved to sit on him, straddling his lap, your clawed hands on his chest, a sly smile on your face. Your tail waved behind you as your wings stretched out.

"Oooh baby... I'm far from finished with you~"

Tags: @slayersins @shadowsandshapes @dabislittlemouse @dabislittlebeaniebaby @the-milk-anon @shockinglysubmissive @elias-fable @starstruck-flames @daniidil @223princess

[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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Taglist: @xingyunny @4rachn3 @ferakillia

[lipglossanon]

October 26th

Kink: Thigh riding and begging

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x succubus!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, older Leon, dirty talk, thigh riding, begging, slight mean Leon, pinching, spanking, slight cockwarming

not proofread

It’s supposed to be routine.

Your usual M.O. that is—you’re supposed to appear in some horny guy’s room, tempt him with whatever fetish he has, then fuck him dry.

It works every. single. time. 

But since meeting up with Leon, things are different.

A lot of the time he doesn’t even give you the time of day. And it leads to where you’re at now: horny and frustrated.

“Do you even know what sex is?” You throw your hands up in exasperation. 

He scoffs, “Of course I do. I just don’t have the time for it. I’m busy.”

Busy.

Busy?

Busy?!

Your temper flares hot and bright, manifesting a sharp zap of light that strikes him on the hand. Startled, he drops his pen, listening as it chatters onto the desk. 

“What?” 

His blue eyes narrow in irritation as they stare at your more demonic form, gaze dragging from the tips of your horns down to your bare feet. 

“You wanna be a brat, hmm?” He spreads his legs and pats his thigh. “C’mon then, keep yourself busy while I finish up this report.”

Growling at him, you stomp over and straddle his leg, grinding your bare cunt against his dark slacks. Your sharp nails dig into his chest and he winces but keeps his mouth shut. 

“Behave,” he grits out, attention going back to the papers strewn in front of him. 

You ease up on your grip, but your tail whips back and forth in your agitation. Rolling your hips down, you sigh out in relief. 

Your mutually beneficial relationship with Leon started a few weeks ago; he stumbled across you, weak as a newborn kitten, and tried to help. Convincing him to take you back to his place took some doing, but you were able to without too much hassle. Working your wiles on him didn’t yield anything, but pressing him until he got pissed off and fucked your brains out did—now, much to his consternation, he’s got himself a little house pet. 

Nipples stiffening, you squish them against his side, grinding your slick cunt across his leg. 

“Leon, please, just fuck me and you can go back to your silly report.”

“Hush,” he bites out, no heat to his words. “You can wait.”

“I don’t wanna,” you pout, hands gripping his shoulders to help leverage your rocking hips. 

He drops a hand down to pinch the fat of your hip and you squeal in pain before humping his thigh faster. 

“Shut up, you’ll get what I give you when I give it to you.”

He bites down on your shoulder, teeth digging deep into the muscle without breaking any skin. Fresh slick gushes from your puffy cunt, soaking his pants and making it easier to glide your pussy up and down his leg. 

“Please, Leon, please, I need it. I’m so hungry, pretty please.”

“Once you finish all over my thigh, I’ll think about plugging that soft fat pussy.”

Mewling, you grind your cunt down on his leg in rough circles, the fabric of his slacks rubbing your clit perfectly.

Your orgasm builds higher and higher with every rock of your hips—suddenly, Leon slaps your ass hard.

The sharp bite of pain pushes you over the precipice. Crying out, your back arches as you undulate against his thigh, pussy clenching around nothing while your climax washes through your body.

Not giving you time to recover, Leon grips your hips and shifts you to sit directly in his lap. Your drippy hole stretches around his cock as he splits you open in one thrust. 

“Thatta girl,” he mocks in your ear and you whine, walls fluttering around his dick. “Now, keep me warm while I finish up.”

[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...

[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.

[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.

[t0kidal]

Bad First Impressions

This is a continuation of Oops I summoned a Demon. I hope you enjoy, today we’ll be meeting a lot of... interesting people.

~~~

With that kiss out the way, you and Balam Shichiro have now entered a contract. He gives you a place to stay and in return, yada yada. 

Course... as it turns out there are some legal conditions that need to be fulfilled.

First of all, you can’t be left alone out and about which someone forgot to mention. 

Not that it bothered you too much, now you had an excuse to stick real close to said someone. 

But this mostly meant that wherever he went, you would go and guess who had a little lunch date the day after your summoning. 

Yep... you were about to meet someone who meant a hell of a lot to him. 

~~~

“Ms. Y/n... I really don’t think this is a good idea...” 

Balam could feel two facets pressing into his upper back, toned arms wrapped around his neck, while that tail wrapped around his waist, freeing his arms.

Safe to say he’s redder than the color red itself right now. 

He feels you chuckle and pull yourself up a little higher to teasingly blow in his ear, just outside his mask, causing him to jolt a little. 

He didn’t need to turn his head to see the shit eating grin on your face. 

You had to admit, it was actually super comfortable piggy backing the brawny brain. When you didn’t tire yourself trying to fluster him it was fairly peaceful and pleasant to lean on him. 

What you felt through his shirt was pretty pleasant too~.

“C’moon Shichiro~ Just call me Y/n. We’ll be quite close to each other for a while y’know~”

Were you laying it on a little thick? Maybe... You decide to be a little nicer... 

Eventually.

While thinking this, he actually reaches around and manages to pry you off his back, placing you gently on your feet. 

You look up at him genuinely wondering if you’d some how upset him. Only to feel him straighten and glare behind you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder to guide you in front of him. 

It’s a sweet and gentle gesture, and you can’t help but blush a little... but the intense look on his face causes you to turn your head in the affronting direction. 

A pair of human males were whispering among themselves, scornful, lustful, could you really blame them? You weren’t just a snack but a whole damn meal. But these disgraceful beings...

Would do well to never cross you.

Though it seemed they were deterred by Shichiro alone so you supposed there was no need to waste your breath. 

~~~

After a few more minutes of walking... and thinking about what exactly happened.

“Shichiro, you’re a weird one.” You say out loud.

He looks so confused, you can’t help but laugh. 

“Surely... surely there’s something wrong with you? You’re just so... cute.”

He’s confused even more, but unable to defend himself as you point out the tall dark figure sitting very out of place at the quaint and cheery cafe table. 

“Ah, Shichiro.” His stoic face doesn’t change but by the tone of his voice he respected him. Tall and lithe, dark but not for trying. He’s dignified and straight laced, seemingly stubborn but not unable to adapt as evident by his posture. 

His eyes meet yours and while you’re eyeing him up and down his expression deepens with reserved coldness. Lines that might become early wrinkles appearing with that very stern frown.

‘Oh no he’s hot.’

~~~

“So Shichiro, how’ve you been?”

“U-uhm... I’m good Kalego but how are you...?” 

“Quite alright, thank you.”

You were very ignored for this conversation so far and your unrest was visible on your face as you stirred your tea with a long clawed nail or yawned obnoxiously once in a while...

Never taking your eyes off of Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome.

Said Mr. can only sigh before he asks, “Raim or Robbin?”

Balam, immediately recognizing the question (is Y/n more like Raim or Robin?), “A bit of both, though we only met yesterday... I’d say a very proactive Raim.”

You whine, “C’mooon~ I’m not that easy to ignore~ Am I~?”

Kalego only lets out a haggard sigh... “Too easy.”

You pout.

~~~

The three of you eventually move to a different locale, a restaurant they seemingly frequent, evident by the warm welcome they received upon entering.

Soon enough, your group awaits for your pick up to be ready to go.

During that wait, however, you couldn’t help but ask them questions, might as well scope out what life might be like for you here.

“You know...” you hum as you conjure a little piece of mochi to nibble on. “It’s sho intereshting.”

“Hm?” 

“Some celestial must’ve blessed me cause I got to meet two hotties in the span of two days.”

Kalego, only grunted whilst Balam flushed a lovely tulip tint.

You cackle with wicked glee, earning you a “Silence.” from the gloomier male.

You hear someone sniff, not a sniffle kind of sniff but a bitchy kind of sniff, and turn around to see a scruffy paler man.... he’s rather gaunt...

Is he handsome? Yes. Are you going to assume that he’s the sniffer? No yet... So in return you just turn back to the real cuties in the room. 

“Ah, Fenrir-san. What brings you here?” Kalego feigns surprise... he had no doubt that this man was actually Narnia, granted, in full disguise. And Narnia must’ve come purposefully considering this case pertained to someone close to him. 

“Hello, Kalego-kun! How are you?” You don’t bat an eye at his laid back saccharine tone or relaxed countenance and just let him be... yeah... let him think the malice oozing off of him wasn’t noticeable. 

“Quite well, thank you. Have you heard from my brother recently?” 

Even you and Shichiro pause to watch what happens, Shichiro in a more polite sense and you... followed his lead. 

“Only briefly, I believe he mentioned he’ll be busy for the coming months.” His eyes finally meet yours, “Ah, hello! Apologies, I didn’t notice you. Pleasure.” 

Course, he meant ‘pleasure to meet you’....

But you could not deny the opportunity to have some fun with this man.

You extend and hand and he takes it, gently like a prince.

Gingerly like holding a roach.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” that earns you an eye twitch, “But you can call me anytime, darling~” 

He drops your hand as if it burned him, though to the naked eye it might’ve seemed more casual.

“Charming. The name’s Fenrir.” He hums, “Tell me... how are you liking the human plane so far?”

“Mmm it’s alright. Course, I only got here yesterday. Humans are… so… cute~ I mean this in a kinder sense like Shichiro here. And when it comes to the not so kind sense… they’re more like puppies with milk teeth rather than wolves with vicious fangs.”

She grins knowingly at him... and he could only scoff in distaste.

"Is that so~ Well then, I suppose demons like you have a rather simplistic charm to them.. not nearly as overwhelming in any sense. I must say, I'm a little disappointed. Are you sure you're a vicious devil?"

She chuckles....

"Try me, Bitch~"

[the-entitie]

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.

[writr4luvrs]

Succubus!Reader sneaking onto Levi's quiet moments unexpectedly to suck him off just to disappear into the nights would put him in a state of disarray. No matter how trusted he is amongst his peers, how are they really going to take in that this demonic temptress comes to obsess over him only to disappear with no trace left behind?

How would he even explain that?

[anora-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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[lovetei]

If a jealous gaze could truly burn a hole onto someone's head, the head of that human exchange student would have been long turned into ashes.

You, the hell renowned lust demon, were replaced by some short, puny little dumb sheep? Hilarious.

You had better chemistry with each of that sheep's lovers, people knew it!

You became Lucifer's assistant, and one of the only demons he trusts.

You're Mammon's partner in each one of his modeling gigs.

You cosplay and play games with Leviathan, hell, he even let's you sit by when he's having a meeting as the marine captain.

And you were Satan's favorite, libraries every weekend and cat cafes almost everyday, the grandmother's of the streets practically sees the two of you as a married couple.

Asmodeus? Hell, he let's you use his make-up without any questions asked.

You were also Beelzebub's favorite cook, he said no one could ever match your skills in cooking.

And of course, Belphegor's favorite pillow.

You're not going to let this sheep off the hook that easy.

[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.

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Succubus reader not ashamed of being chill naked at home then her Angel and demon hubbys ari and lloyd see her chilling in the nude tail swaying and shes looks at them"What?"

Yes! Absolutely yes, An🫶n.

I've had time to think about this, and yes Y/N has her usual job like an actual human being, and like a regular human being, she'd have days off or maybe even days when she's on leave. So she can stay in and enjoy her freedom, especially from her overprotective boys, Ari and Lloyd 🤭☕ Since they're at work as well.

During some of these days, she would take the time to pamper herself. Face masks, shape and polish her nails, give her head, hands and feet the spa day they need. And the best part of days like that, is that she can get comfy and relax in her own skin. Shed her human form and enjoy the feeling of being herself, without the restriction of clothing.

She'd be so relaxed that when her boys come home, they're both stopped in their steps by the sight before them...

"Y/N! I'm home! Lloyd hasn't replied to my text, it's his turn to buy dinner. No way am I going to suffer through his extremely spicy tastes a third time." Ari said, walking into the foyer, and heading to the living room.

"Babe, you there? I swear, Y/N if you're ignoring m- Lloyd what the hell are you doing?!" He stopped when he saw that Lloyd was just standing in the middle of the hallway, a bag of takeout in his hand, one millimeter from falling out of his hands.

"Lloyd! What the hell? We need that! We're not supposed to waste food. And what are you doing just standing there?" Ari added, saving the bag, before checking the contents inside.

"Ari, for God's sake look!" Lloyd growled pointing to the scene unfolding in their living room.

Y/N was seated on the couch in the middle of her favorite show, and at the same time was grooming her tail. And she was COMPLETELY NAKED. She slowly looked at the entrance of the living room, and smiled when she saw the men she loved most in the world.

"Hey! You're back, is that dinner? Hope you didn't forget my extra sauce, Lloyd!" She said, pausing her show, getting up from the couch and sashaying her way towards the archangel and demon, her tail playfully sweeping back and forth.

She grabbed the bag from Ari, and skipped into the kitchen. Leaving both men to bend a little in order to get a second glimpse of what they still couldn't believe. They've seen her in some of her most blissed out, happy, even vulnerable moments, but they haven't seen their girl being happy and confident in her own skin. It was a shock, especially since she's basically lounging naked without a care. And that made both of their hearts glow.

[mintyys-blog]

What would happen if steve was still frozen and a succubus stays with him frm his frozen state to him being unfrozen both loving and tempting him. No one but steve can see her unless she lets others see sure thor and loki can detect supernatrual/godly presence yet will keep out if its dark. Succubus reader is quite ...posessive whilst loving

FROZEN TEMPTATION— steve rogers x succubus! reader

WARNINGS:

Steve Rogers lay beneath the ice, a relic of a forgotten war, his body preserved but his soul adrift. Decades passed above him, civilizations shifting, wars fought and won, but in the shadows of his frozen world, he was not alone.

She found him first—not by accident, but by design. Drawn to the unwavering strength of his spirit, the succubus lingered, watching the man encased in ice, a monument to sacrifice. She pressed her hand against the frozen surface, her fingertips tingling from the untouched purity of him.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered into the darkness, her voice a soft melody that echoed through the cavern. Yet she stayed, for centuries if she must.

⸻

When Steve was pulled from the ice, gasping into the unfamiliar world, she was there. Unseen, her shadow lingered, fingers brushing his skin when no one else watched. He felt her in dreams before he saw her—hazy warmth in his cold, sterile world. She whispered his name, coaxing, tempting.

And then she showed herself.

He saw her first in the quiet of his new apartment, standing by the window, her dark eyes glowing with something ancient and hungry.

“You’re real,” he said, though part of him wished she wasn’t.

“I’ve always been here,” she murmured, stepping closer, her presence a tangible force that pressed into him. “You just didn’t know.”

Steve wasn’t a man who frightened easily, but her gaze stirred something deeper—a mix of fear, desire, and confusion.

“Why me?” he asked.

She tilted her head, studying him. “Because you’re pure. Because you’re strong. Because you’re mine.”

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Possession wasn’t love, Steve told himself. But her touch was tender, her words laced with devotion. She wasn’t cruel—only protective. She sat by his side during endless nights, tracing the shape of his hands, whispering secrets that made his heart ache.

“No one else will have you,” she said once, fingers brushing over his lips. “They don’t deserve you.”

And yet, she knew she could not cage him.

Thor was the first to sense her, frowning as his gaze lingered in the empty air around Steve. Loki’s eyes narrowed, a smile playing on his lips.

“I smell old magic,” Loki said. “Something dark. Dangerous.”

Thor’s brow furrowed. “Stay away from it, brother. Darkness that clings to shadows is not ours to disturb.”

And so, they left it alone.

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But Steve couldn’t leave it.

“Are you… hurting me?” he asked her one night, when the air was thick with tension.

She looked wounded, her hands trembling. “I could never hurt you. I love you.”

Love. It was a word that felt like fire in her mouth, a word that shackled her more than him.

“You can’t love me,” Steve said softly. “Not like this. Not when I’m trapped.”

She smiled, but it was a hollow thing. “You were always trapped, Steve. Long before I came.”

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Their bond was a paradox—desire laced with guilt, comfort edged with fear. She loved him fiercely, protectively. Possessively. And he?

He didn’t know if he loved her or the ghost of her that lived in his dreams.

But he did know one thing: she had been there when the world forgot him. She had stayed when no one else did.

And sometimes, that was enough.

[t0kidal]

Oops I summoned a Demon

After going through several ideas, (celestial reader/Kalego’s Lilith reader, a Celestial reader just chilling, talking to Narnia or Baal because the desire to deliver a beat down on em is SO strong.) 

(we don’t talk about the “turn man into dogboy”/nyan koi au)  

I know this was done before... but what if someone summons a demon? ehhh? ehh? 

Initially this was gonna be something about Balam accidentally summoning a Human (sassy and bold) to the netherworld BUT then I realized that this might’ve flowed... better-ish? If he was human summoning a demon. 

A very devilish demon...

~~~

The Human world was fully aware of the celestials high above them and the demon world down below. But while all the planes were aware of the other, very rarely did they interact. With the exception of celestials blessing humanity or devil-kind coming to fuck around up top. Humans, were not able to transcend the borders of their realities... at least not without “help”. 

Was the ability to summon demons particularly frowned upon? Not really? But all knowledge regarding such is held under lock and key, you’d need to report your intentions and such before performing such rituals. 

You can imagine how much of a pain immigration is.

~~~

You take a look at your surroundings, had this situation been different you would’ve thought it was quite homely. Vibrant greenery just outside the window, a floor plan that looked as though it was built to compensate the small green house in it (a serious plethora of plants and succulents)... Obviously the masked man in front of you was a big soft nerd but you only got that last bit from the various pickled... things... And freshly cleaned beakers and vials.

The man in question took the opportunity to scoot... away from you? Was he scared of you? 

You couldn’t help the downright malicious chuckle escaping your throat. 

Boldly stepping out of the summoning circle, ignoring the brief pain of the barrier runes screaming at you, you approach the man. Your heels, shoeless but stone cold, striking the wooden floor beneath you with sharp clacks, tail curling and coiling in vexatious glee. 

Pretty soon... you towered over the man as he failed to take the opportunity to rise off the ground. 

You take note that, while prone, he was still pretty big, but you weren’t exactly a lightweight either. 

You’re now standing over him. Feet on either side of his waist, you grab his tie and pull him up as you bend forward from the hips to come nose to nose with a wicked grin. 

“Pfft, You don’t know anything about me... do you?” Surely no normal human would be dumb enough to summon a demon still...

You let him go, turning away and popping up on his desk, crossing one leg over the other.

“Now then. How can I help you?”

You liked your fun but business is as business does. 

“A-ah... uhmm... To be honest, I wasn’t sure I’d get this far....” As he stands your notes were correct.... was he human? He was built like a bear. “Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee?”

The moment this man spoke you had to shake your head and make sure you weren’t charmed by some kind of spell... does he hear himself? That voice...

‘Oh no. He’s cute.’

“No no... no? thank you? Uh... just... tell me what you summoned me for and we can... strike a deal.” Everyone summoned you or some other demon when they needed something.. more or less moral... what profound and not so innocent desire does this-

“I was wondering if... I could study... You...”

See? There we go, why would you think he was any di-

“What I mean is that, humans or we as humans don’t have much knowledge on demonic features. And I was hoping if, over the course of... I think a year? Maybe longer... that you’d let me study you?”

Ah.. “You do realize that, as it stands right now, Humans are celestial pets and demons toys right? Our kind gets along but make no mistake... should humans prove irksome... Anyways why exactly should I grant you this information?”

He’s a tool... a fool... a pawn in the political scheme across the masses of humanity’s lack of humanity. Woe be to that unfulfilled romance, shot down before it could start. 

“Actually, I work in a hospital... If it helps the case - don’t look at me like that. And we cater to Celestials, Humans, and Demons alike -- though the former most and latter most are extremely rare... but recently we had a patient come in..." his already deep dulcets drop with a grave and solemn tone... “He’s a young demon boy now living with a human host family... but his body...”

...

“How old?”

He sighs and closes his eyes, bracing himself before opening them again. 

“He’s 14.”

~~~

Balam, as you later learned, was right to have gotten clearance to summon you. While the demon population in the human world was an extremely low percent... you don’t exactly need to be a citizen to commit a crime. Humans, Demons, Celestials, are all a danger to each other as much as assets for their selfish goals. (The celestials don’t like to phrase their meddling blessings as such)

Unauthorized movement between worlds, the transfer of goods from humans to parts of them, demons to parts of demons, even celestials (though much rarer than the aforementioned)... it was hard to finish it once someone started it.

It’s organized, with a long confusing trail. Full of deceitful selfish people.

~~~

You feel a fire engulf your countenance at ‘14′.

“Where...”

“I’m sorry?”

You wanted to know, course he probably doesn’t but... You were about to commit a murder. You just need to know, “Where are those BASTARDS” 

To you, two parties are at fault for ruining this child’s life. If he’s here in critical conditions with a host family and all alone there are two reasons. Reason number one, the child’s demonic parents; in the netherworld life is precious. If they were neglectful enough to have allowed something this severe to happen it could also be said that they had a direct hand in it. Reason number two, whoever it was on the other side that they were dealing with, probably some sicko human who wanted to use his demon parts for some kind of unfounded ritua-

Your thoughts are cut off as a TSHHH and a white foam fills your vision.

“PwfaH”

You wipe it out of your face and realize your mana caused a small fire...

The human in front of you quickly dropped the fire extinguisher, and if not for his next words you would’ve thought you pissed him off...

“Excuse me.. I’m sorry about that. But I’d like to reaffirm a few things, the reason you were called here is to gain more knowledge for that boy’s treatment, his host family has already grown fond of him and called for me to be his personal physician and to help him recover. I think that both through the study of your demonic traits and your presence during examinations, it’d work wonders for him. I promise you that no additional harm will come to either of you and that you will be cared for during your time here.”

He says this all so earnestly. He had almost knelt down to maintain eye level with you and there was no where to look but into his dark eyes. A human with a passion...

But would you let this sway you? No... at least not by too much.

“Then, let’s get on with this.” You conjure a pen and parchment, the contract.

“You, uhh whatever your name is,”

“Shichiro, er Balam Shichiro.” 

“Alright then, Shichiro, will sign this contract under the following terms. One, you enter this contract willingly and your intents are nothing more than to learn about the demonic body for medical/scientific research. Two, you will not cause me harm and will protect me from harm should it come our way for the duration of our contract. Three, should you fail to fulfil these terms I reserve the right to eat you.”

“W-Eat me?!”

Oh that’s so unfair, even surprised he’s cute.

“Yes. According to legend, human flesh does wonders for a demon. And it should be easy enough to avoid. Now about your conditions?”

He only briefly hesitates.

“One, you enter this contract willingly and will allow me to study your b-body for mecial or scientific research.. Two, I will not cause you any harm.. Three, should you fail to be of help to me or this research I reserve the right... t-to...”

“...?”

“....”

“Well?”

“I- Hmm... I.. reserve the right to... have you stay here... in the human world... until further notice...?”

How sweet, he’s not comfortable with the idea of controlling someone’s fate.

“Alright, and now... I know the mood for this is awful but I’m gonna need a little kiss.”

“Huh?” Balam, despite the tense and uncomfortable atmosphere could feel a carmine hue spread across his face from ear to ear. Much to his chagrin, it seems to lighten the demoness’s mood a bit.

You only nod at him, affirming his fears.

“Listen, I know you might not like the prospect... but it’s what’s needed to seal the deal. I’m sure you’ve heard of succubus before hmm?”

Now hyper aware of his position before you, he stands upright and takes a step back flushing down to his neck. 

You sigh, an easy going smile lighting on your face as you tap your lips. “C’mon a quick peck will work just as well.” 

He looks like he’s just getting even more red so you opt to hop off the desk and stand before him. Asking,

“May I?”

And finally receiving a nod in response. 

He leans down, and just as you said. 

A quick peck is all it took.