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blingblong55 · 6 months

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Take me to church- Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy, König, Keegan NSFW

This is based on a request/personal need tbh.

F!Reader, smut, 18+, MDNI, F!Reader, monster au, incubus au, p-in-v, dub-con/somnophilia

Pt1

A/N: They wont be too long...

A demon like him, fucking a saint like you.

It was a known fact that there were demon like creatures roaming the Earth. Shifting into their human form and living normal lives and their true identities would be revealed, if wanted, at night. You would never expect that the task force you worked with was infested with them. You were always fascinated by them though, always researched on them. You had grown fond of one kind of creature, Incubus. You had seen the stories, the art other people did for them. And secretly you wanted incubus to find its way to you, to make you his for the night. To leave his marks on you, to please you.

One fortunate night, you roamed base. It was past the curfew your commanding officers had set. You couldn’t sleep, so you tired yourself by taking a few laps around base. You, by accident had seen their true forms (individually ofc) you noticed their horns, the way their eyes would glow, how they had an evil sinister smirk on their lips. Your eyes wandered around his body. His muscles being showcased as the moon shone on them, a small piece of cloth only covering his underparts. You didn’t know why, but just the sight of him turned you on. His eyes scanned the base, he must’ve felt someone was observing him, then his eyes met yours. You quickly turned away, hiding behind some building.You made your way back to your room, hoping this would be forgotten by the morning.

Gaz: As you slept, he crept into your room and felt the soft skin that adorned you. You, so innocently moved in your sleep, he smirks, getting a view of the beautiful breasts that made you. "Gorgeous," he leans down, your neck now tickled by the hair that hung from his head. His lips on your collarbone. You open your eyes in a state of sleep, a dream come true knowing that this incubus had taken a liking to you. Your sleep state returning, knocking you to a new dream. His hands touch your breasts over the silk cloth. He nibbles on the skin of your tits and as the other hand moved your panties to the side, he fucks his fingers into your pretty cunt. You let out a whimper, a kiss from him shuts you up. He kisses from your neck to your inner thighs. His lips were so soft to touch, but that was unusual, a man like him to be soft is something new. Your cunt getting abused by how rapidly his fingers were edging you to the needed orgasm, your head thrown back as you let out a moan. To you, this felt like a realistic dream. His tongue on your folds, thick fingers spreading you apart. Your clit was so sensitive it made his tongue flickering better. Your juices, the forbidden taste of heaven. He swallows as if it were his last meal on earth, fingers you faster so you can squirt in his mouth. Kyle, the human, Gaz, the man that fucks you so good it keeps your pussy yearning for him.

Alejandro: He waited and waited until he knew his precious prey was asleep. Sneaking into your room and stroking his cock under the small cloth that covered his erection. Your ass was accentuated by the nightgown you wore. One peak of your wet cunt was all this horny man in the form of a demon needed. One lick and he would breed you full. It was sex but not just any other sex, it was sinful. His cock, needing to at least feel for your cunt, make him slap his cock on your pussy. His tip in your cunt, making you groan in your sleep. He smirks. Just the tip, let his cum drip from your folds from how good just his tip will feel. He spits on his cock and fucks himself in you. "Fuck," he whispers with a grunt. Your pussy, so tight and so delicious it yells for him to just breed you already. But you aren't ready for him, not stretched enough for his size. You were innocent, and he would be the man in your ear that turns you into his little sex freak. A wet dream, that's what you knew this to be. He presses his tip, letting it hit the right place and then lets his seed fill you. He groans a moan escapes his lips as he pulls out and sees his cum stain your ass and nightgown. So sinful it will have him masturbating to this for days and nights to follow.

König: The gentle incubus sneaks into your bedroom and watches how you play with yourself in the dark of the night. When you sleep, he can't help but get down and lift your shirt, revealing the wet cunt, dripping already for him. He grins and licks the folds, it is ecstasy. A new addiction he will never need the cure for. His tongue in your clit, flicking it like it was his only salvation. You moan, hips buck and he bites the inner thigh. It was a mark to never leave. His pierced tongue, making that sensitive tissue of yours cum again, he chuckles deeply when he feels your juices fill his tongue and throat. He grunts, eyes on your aroused nipples. Giving you what that sick and twisted mind of yours asked for the second your gaze gave you away hours before.

Keegan: He knew well, knew how you touched yourself at the idea of getting fucked like this by a man like him. An entity that walked amongst humans, taking you like his property to fuck senseless, but he wouldn't do that, it would be gradual. This time, he walked to your bed, watched you sleep and then, masturbated and let his cum leak all over your face. He couldn't help but love it and wanted to watch you wake up and notice his dry cum all over your pretty face. His cum would essentially be the mark he left all over your room. He needed it to be the very thing you fed from, the toothpaste you cleaned from, the man that would have all your holes and surfaces covered in his mess. His cock was never in you this night, he just got on his knees, spread your legs and stroked his cock as he filmed how you slept and how he moaned your name over and over again. "This is what good girls should be like," he said as he recorded how he lifted your nightgown and cummed all over your inner thighs. His mess is so sticky but so pretty on your body. It is a horror to most but a turn-on to him.

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boytouya · 1 year

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「SAINT」 ; takami keigo | hawks x male reader

wc: 1.5k

warning: suggestive themes & language, religious themes, one (1) crude joke about nuns, abrupt ending (scrapped fic)

additional tags: priest reader (kinda), incubus hawks, probably some religious trauma, agnostic writer who doesn’t know how to write things relating to demons + religion

a/n: this is loooong overdue and also months old, i’m so rusty so i’m so sorry if this isn’t good. anyway there’s about 3-4 versions of this fic so if you see it somewhere else dw abt it (unless stated otherwise)

Your fingertips trace the thin, pale paper of your annotated Bible, cold pages crinkling under the weight of your palms. Covering for your father, a well-liked priest, was not an easy job— especially when you strayed further and further from the Holy eye with every passing moment. The pews of the church remain dimly lit, moonlit and almost sparkling under the glass stained windows. The rich, brown and polished wood glows, light dancing between warm yellow lights aligned by the aisles, and despite the unwavering wholeness you should feel, you stare back at the empty seats with nothing but loneliness.

It was only a matter of time before you begged someone, anyone, for even a sliver of company.

You exhale slowly, reaching up to readjust your hair, even if it doesn’t actually move. Your wrist in your peripherals momentarily consumes your vision, but you make no effort to quicken your movements. The last time you’d felt this way he encountered something darker than light, something tempting. Something that, still, reminded you of your own loneliness, and the exhaustion that comes with it. The memory remains fresh, as though you were hit with a hammer amalgamated from the darkest parts of your mind, unbeknownst to the consequences.

In a Church, you suppose, love is always in the air, a thickening aroma that’s much too sweet for your liking. It sticks to the murals within the room, it clings to your goosebump ridden skin, it’s plastered to every page you turn to. It’s excruciating. It’s exhausting.

And yet, with the smell of his skin lingering on your body, your mind empties, and your thoughts simultaneously erode whilst coalescing into a serene hum stuck in the far back of your mind. The bittersweet tranquility floats above you for just a moment, descending as soon as moonlight peeks through the windows and into your darkening, tired eyes. It stares back into your irises, taunting you despite your expensive effort to avoid it.

It and it's dark children who hide behind the muse of a wickedly comforting smile. But, you decide, it’s because that’s what you seek.

It, who sleeps beneath darkening shadows, moonlight dancing across its shiny eyelids and painting its face with a silver hue. The way it bounced off its skin, you’ve ong since decided night was made for it. An Incubus. With warm skin and a glowing, crimeon tattoo below his belly button, a thin tail with a pointer end, strong dark wings, and a scantily clad choice of clothing. With angelically golden locks of hair, that fall in his face from time to time, and just as golden eyes.

A strong jaw, furrowed eyebrows, calloused and veiny hands that look rather large— or so they’d seem when they glide across your skin, sharp claw-like nails that drag against the wood pulpit.

It— or, he, who’s hands curl into fists as he grasps at the decorative cloth on the pews’ arms like a lifeline (or in most cases, your hair), as if holding them tight would somehow keep you there with him, limbs tangled and lips locked. Sinful in a place supposedly free of sin.

He, who stirs under the sun’s gaze, uncomfortable warmth blooming from his body. But you… You want nothing more than to hold it in his hands, cherish the comfortable silence and bathe in his inviting body heat, hidden away from the chilling air that signifies winter’s welcome.

He— Keigo, you’d come to learn, who wakes at the feeling of your trivial eye, with long eyelashes that bat against his cheek with grace. A smile places itself upon his lips, but before he can speak, a yawn ripples out his mouth. You watch as his sharp teeth nestle into his gums, completely relaxed under your critical gaze.

The rosary beads wrapped around your fingers slip, smacking against the ground where you two stand, and gasps leave both your lips. You, somewhat mortified as you quickly kneel, tucking your feet beneath your body as your shaking hands reach for the blessed beads. Keigo quirks an eyebrow, much more awake as he steps out to place his heavy boot just beside your fingertips.

There’s a sickening sound of friction against the polished wood beneath his shoe.

“You look better this way,” He exclaims, an uncanny smile splitting his lips as he crosses his arms. It’s almost impossible to notice the bulge of his biceps, your eyes trailing the way his fingertip taps against his flawless skin. Ignoring how obscene this must look— kneeling beneath an incubus in the middle of a church, with no one but the moon as your witness— a scoff leaves your mouth, and you decide the tainted prayer beads will do fine resting on the floor. “No, really! You should stay like this.”

As you begin to stand, his warm palm presses into the swell of your shoulder, keeping you hunched over, your face basically pressed into his hip. It slithers upward, resting at your cheek. His large hands obstruct your vision, nimble fingers pressing into the meat of your cheek as if it’ll leave a mark. Under different circumstances you’d have keened into the— almost — intimate touch. Under different circumstances you’d have kissed his palm.

“Keigo—”

“It’s almost natural at this point. You and the nuns must go crazy in here,” His eyes shift, much darker than before, and something tells you he doesn’t find that joke funny. From what you can see, his body stiffens awkwardly. His jaw clenches, then his Adam's apple bobs, and suddenly the air feels much thicker. “Don’t you.”

His question falls flat on deaf ears, as you’re too lost in thought to even think about what he may be insinuating. His thick eyebrows twitch at your hesitation, the hand resting on your cheek suddenly tightening around your jaw. Your lips pucker, forming a small ring as he forces your eyes to meet his.

And, finally, like you’ve fallen out of a twelve story building, the weight of his words hit you like concrete. Against his strong hand you mutter, “Don’t even say things like that.”

“Hm.” He hums, releasing your jaw with faux disregard, releasing the prayer beads beneath his feet. He watches your frantic gaze flicker back and forth, your lips pursed as you chew on the insides of your cheek. You’re as cute as he is touchy.

He could just eat you alive.

Why’re you here, demon.” Your tone falls flat, missing whatever malice you were supposedly injecting into your tone—and even if it had come out as a hiss, it wouldn’t have phased the being.

“Ooh, ouch,” The blond knocks a large fist to his chest, knocking himself down and stumbling dramatically as he feigns offense. Your stare is heavy on his form, despite the constant insults you just can’t seem to look away. “You wound me, Father!”

“Keigo.” His tail jumps, straightening at the sound of his name passing by your lips. He grins, cheeks blessed with dimples and freshly shaven facial hair. His demeanor remains relaxed, tufts of hair swaying ever-so-slightly as he steps around you in circles, taking in the sights as if he hasn’t seen them a billion times before.

“Always so angry!” Takami chirps, long nails brushing against your cheek as he pinches at whatever remnants of baby-fat you had on your face. Suddenly, the goofy, love-struck expression on his face faulters, and his golden eyes harden. “Whether you want to believe it or not, I felt you calling for me.”

There’s a glowing, magenta ring around his irises that you aren’t sure were there before, burning bright in comparison to the dwindling candles adorning the walls and hallways. You’d hate to admit it out loud, but there’s something inviting about it. As unfamiliar as neon lights accompanied by city streets and the smell of recreational drugs, but simultaneously as familiar as the warm buzz of the sun through glass-stained windows.

“Liar,” You bite your tongue, the bitter taste of nickels and dimes drowning your senses. Blasphemy. “I’d have to be a whole different type of desperate to even—“

“Aren’t you?”

Ignoring the prickles of heat that dig into your skin, you let out a frustrated sigh. You almost want to yell at him, loneliness and desperation are different levels of isolation, and you don’t want to think about where that puts you. His silly, ill-attempt at rendering you speechless wasn’t in vain: he’d won. For now. Proud of himself, Keigo hums in assurance and places his hands on your shoulders. He runs much warmer than the average human, and if he’d been any warmer, his palms would burn right through your clothing and scorch your skin.

”I know,” He pulls you forward, placing a hand behind your head as he cradles your face into his neck. You can hear him take a deep breath, probably trying to engrave your scent into his brain. To bottle it, keep it there, and have it whenever he needed. His warmth makes your eyelids heavy with sleep, and you find yourself sinking into his embrace. Reluctantly, your hands rest at his waist, the pads of your fingertips digging into his toned back, equally wary of his tailbone. “You’re not. Maybe I’m the desperate one.”

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lovekaikim · 2 months

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Yandere! Incubus Lee Jeno x Male Reader headcannon!

Synopsis: Why did Lee Jeno had to break my heart like this?????

SFW

— You were just a lonely librarian, not that you didn't mind. You liked your solitude most of the time.

— But other times, you wished you could be in someone else's arms. Wished someone else kissed you.

— So, you got a book from one of your religious aisles, and it was ironically, one of your demonic books.

— You were no saint. You knew how to someone a demon. But what type, that was a different story.

— One night, you accidentally slept during the summoning, so you were unable to see the beautiful man in front of you.

— "Wake up, puppy~" He whispered in your ears. Sickly sweet, sensual, and passionate all at once. You opened your eyes and your nose almost started to bleed.

— His blue hair, his cold eyes, and his fair skin. He represented a samoyed, but right now, he looked like wolf.

— "Such a perfect body, right? Say that I'm perfect."

— You couldn't speak. You were still admiring him. Your eyes dotted from his abs, all the way to his pretty cock, dripping with precum.

NSFW

— "Aww~ You thirsty for my cum, pretty boy?" He lulled into your ears.

— Holy shit, he doesn't hold back at all.

— He'd let out the most pornographic moans as he rode your dick, and would not stop until he had his fill.

— Just because you came inside him, didn't mean he was done with you.

— He'd flip you over and fuck you like there was no tomorrow. And you let him. You didn't want him to stop. In fact, you rode his dick like you were a bunny in heat.

— Ironically, your incubus WAS in heat.

— After that, your demon rimmed you, ravishing your hole. He loved making you feel pleasured.

— When you came down from your highs, he'd take you to bed and tucked you both in.

— He felt you holding onto his hand, smiling to yourself. "Mark me...sexy demon..."

— Who was he to say no? He plunged his fangs into your skin, injecting a venom that would make sure you wouldn't feel a thing.

— You would see his mark later, though.

— "My name is Jeno, and I am going to take good care of you, my dove..."

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momolady · 1 year

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December 2022 Rewards: Krampus Judges You!

It's that special time of year, the holidays are just around the corner, trees are being taken into homes, and lights are being taken outside and attached the exterior of the house. Children are excited for present, and adults are stressed over the current economic terrors.

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alien-hybreed · 2 months

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DEMON SLAYER'S DESCENT

Amelia the Demon Slayer is ambushed by a powerful adversary while cleansing a chapel from demonic infestation. Can she resist the allure of the shape-shifting incubus? Or will the allure of so many forbidden pleasures persuade even this steadfast warrior to submit to her darkest desires..?

The consecrated crossbow bolt tore through the demon as if it's flesh was made of paper. With a shill cry of pain, the gargoyle-looking creature burst into ethereal blue flames and melted away to nothing more than a scorch mark on the chapel floor within seconds. Lightning fast, Amelia gracefully loaded a fresh bolt into her ornate crossbow and fired again, striking the second demon right between the eyes. The foul creatures were fast but Amelia was faster. Trained by the church since was found orphaned as a child, she had spent her entire childhood and young adult years, honing her mind and body into the ultimate demon-slaying fighting machine. As a result, she was in peak physical condition with the lean body of an athlete. Were it not for her attire, wide hips and narrow shoulders, her boyish short hair and muscular arms and abs would have made it difficult to guess she was a woman in her mid twenties.

Unlike those of the holy knights of Allara who favoured full-plate armour from head to toe, Amelia favoured a more stripped down approach. Her leather pants sported armoured plates on the front of her thighs and shins, just as armoured plates guarded her forearms. The rest of her arms remained bare and the only covering on her chest was a sculpted armour bust which frankly was more enforced modesty by the church than it was protection. Amelia had been scolded for her choices and labelled a radical for it. However time and time again, her speed and prowess had consistently validated her argument that she fought better with less obstruction and didn't need protection if her foes couldn't hit her in the first place.

Prior to this assignment Amelia had successfully thwarted three demonic incursions and prevented countless more. But never once had she known demons to manifest in, let alone infest a place of worship. Even more shocking was that this chapel belonged to the order of Allara. Or at least it had. Now the blood and gory remains of it's nuns was splattered across the floor and walls.

Training dictated to Amelia she remain calm and without emotion while she worked to cleanse this place, but almost immediately she had set about her task with an ice-cold fury. Ruthless and calculating, but there was no denying her every strike came from a place of anger. Beneath her calm exterior, vengeful fury boiled away in her heart. She was getting hasty and impulsive as she moved from one fight to the next. The knights were taught to take no joy in their work, just like Saint Allara herself, so their work remained pure and just. But Amelia knew she was taking a great deal of satisfaction from each demon she vanquished.

Amelia had started at ground level and swept that clear of demonic presence before fighting her way through the basement. Now that she was done there, it seemed obvious to proceed through the breach in the nun's quarters. The brick wall looked like a battering ram had punched clean through it, cracked and broken bricks strewn across the floor. Beyond the hole was a tunnel through the rocky underground that must have once been a cave. A faint pink light flickered in the tunnel as if unnatural flames seemed to burn somewhere within. This raised a lot of questions for Amelia. Was the tunnel new? What possessed that kind of power? Or if it was natural, why would her order build a place of worship over it without first investigating the cave? Had the demons always been there? If so why hadn't they been purged first. If not, how did they get there? Procedure dictated she wait for reinforcements. The close confines of the tunnel would rob her of a great deal of her manoeuvrability. But her blood was running hot and the demons needed to be slain. Waiting wasn't an option, without a second thought, Amelia advanced into the tunnel.

The cave seemed to go on longer than it had any right to. As Amelia strode onwards, occasionally another gargoyle demon would leap out to assail her and be met with a crossbow bolt to the head. The demons never attacked more than one or two at a time, at no point did Amelia ever see the source of the pink light. Retreat crossed her mind once, but anger and a righteous need to see this place cleansed pushed her onwards. She had never backed down before and wasn't about to start now.

After a dozen or so demons and what felt like nearly an hour of trekking through the tunnel, Amelia came upon an opening. The tunnel had become smaller and smaller up to this point, but now ut seemed to open into an enormous hall. The floors and wall seemed to have been cut from the very bedrock itself and polished to a glassy finish. Amelia had expected to find a gigantic greater demon or some sort of hellish portal spewing forth hordes of demons, but the room was largely empty save for a large marble coffin in the centre of the chamber. A couple of braziers fixed to the walls burned with an unnatural pink flame, otherwise the room looked like it hadn't been disturbed in centuries. Cautiously, with her crossbow at the ready, Amelia tip-toed toward the coffin, checking over her shoulder to be sure she wasn't followed.

As she approached the coffin, she could make out carvings on it's facing that seemed to depict a great warrior, emanating a holy light from within her. Amelia’s heart was pounding like a war drum as she drew close enough to read the script carved into the lid. Amelia was no scribe, but it didn't take a scholar to see the name on it read ‘Allara’ nor did it take much deduction to realize it was referring to the Saint Allara. The holy paladin who the order had been founded in memory of. Awe quickly turned to rage. Amelia was shocked that her order's patron Saint had been hidden so unceremoniously. That demons gad sought to defile her resting place was nothing short of an outrage. That's when Amelia heard the voice. “why hello there...” trailed the whisper. It felt like a block of ice had run down her spine. It didn't echo like it should have in such an empty space. That should have warned Amelia. Instead, she was fired up and wheeled around out of reflex. She knew that was a mistake. No living soul gad accompanied her and any demon that spoke so eloquently needed to be handled with the upmost care and consideration. The moment her eyes met with those of the stranger, she knew she was in great danger.

Incubus.

She squeezed at the trigger of her crossbow as she ducked to avert her gaze. The shot went wide and missed completely. An incubus was an incredibly dangerous threat. To look upon them was to surrender yourself to it's whims, to speak to it would give the creature absolute power over oneself. They thrived on toying with their prey, teasing, tempting and coercing their victims until they willingly gave themselves over to the entity. Amelia had never faced such a foe before. Amelia had barely caught a glimpse of it but the mental image of it was seared into her brain. Even as she looked away and frantically tried to reload her crossbow, she couldn't take her mind of the tall, muscular man standing behind her.

Even at a glance, his facial features were impossibly handsome, his hair perfectly short and neat. Amelia had never really experienced attraction to anyone, but if she was going to, it was hard to imagine a man more aesthetically pleasing to her. The eyes black as pitch and small horns on his forehead however, that kept her grounded. She needed to hear him speak again so that she could place where he was and take a shot without looking...

“I'm sorry, did you not like what you saw?” whispered the voice again. It was soft and delicate, yet there was a razor's edge to it that made Amelia's skin crawl. Confidently, she took the shot. Her heart sank when she heard the bolt snap against the wall.

“You're really not very good at that are you?” teased the voice before she let loose another bolt

“Getting warmer...” purred the voice. Another shot, another wasted bolt. “oh that was close. That sounds fun doesn't it? Getting closer...” There! Amelia took another shot, certain she had him this time. The sound of the bolt bouncing off the wall of the crypt said otherwise.

“and closer...” Amelia's hands fumbled the next bolt, dropping it and nearly jamming her crossbow in the process. She couldn't stop picturing that handsome, naked body. She could nearly feel his breath on the back of her neck now.

“you'd like being close to me, wouldn't you?” purred the voice

“Fuck you!” roared Amelia, frustrated at how difficult it had become to operate her crossbow. She realized she'd made a terrible mistake as she felt a hand slide around her exposed waist.

“oh that would be fun, wouldn't it” the Incubus whispered in her ear. Its left hand gently pressing against her abs while it's right hand slid up her right arm. His grip was gentle but firm, Amelia couldn't turn her weapon on him even if she wanted to. She trembled in the creature's embrace, fighting the urge to snap back at him, knowing full well that doing so would surrender herself to him along with any possibility of escape.

“why so shy, you couldn't wait to get me... well here I am...” she could feel the warmth of his flesh against hers as he pressed his chest to her back. He smelled delightful, like soft lavender, fresh honey and roses all at once. Amelia nervously gulped as she tried to strain against his grip to no avail.

“so much fight in you. Believe me, we're going to enjoy that...” he purred in her ear as his hands began stroking her. It wasn't the painful raking of talons Amelia had been taught to fear and avoid since she was old enough to walk. If anything, it was surprisingly pleasant. Nonetheless, she bit her lip and closed her eyes, determined to not lose her resolve. She just had to wait for the opportunity to make her escape.

Mentally she prayed to god for a moment’s reprieve, anything that would let her breakaway. The hand on her abs slid down toward the top of her pants and tugged at her belt.

“I bet you fight just as well without these” he crooned as his hand began to slide down her pants and over her crotch. Amelia tried to pull her hips away but in doing so, pressed her ass against his hips. She nearly jumped back onto his hand as she felt his cock against her ass cheeks. She stifled a cry, her eyes watering as she began to realize there may not be a way out.

“oh darling. Save the tears for when my cock is actually in there...” growled the incubus.

“Burn you son of a bitch!” she screamed in retaliation, choking back tears as her rage nearly gave way to despair.

“darling, I'm already burning for you” he purred, his fingers plunging into Amelia's pussy and pulling up to stroke at her clit.

Her eyes snapped open, wide with shock and revulsion as she beheld the demon's affectionate stroking of her vagina. She was shocked to see her pants around her ankles, her thigh armour haphazardly cast aside on the ground. She had no recollection of that? Did he do that or did she? Incubi were strange creatures. Almost like how a vampire needed to be granted entry, an incubus required consent to act. That's why they were so dangerous is how easily they could make their victims willingly accept their advances. Is that what was happening to her? Was she already under it's spell?

Whatever Amelia was going to do, she had to do it fast. With a deep breath, she turned to face her attacker and strike at him. As she turned to face him, her breath caught in her throat. He was more beautiful than she recalled and her arms refused to budge.

“fuck” she whispered, her voice breaking a little as she looked into his eyes.

“you'd like that wouldn't you?” he teased, no longer sending cold shivers- this time his voice was inviting and full of warmth. Without even meaning to, Amelia rolled her hips forward, pressing his fingers into her depths. Her eyes fluttered a little as his fingers circled her clit once more. Amelia fought not to answer him, putting all her strength into not screaming her affirmation and begging for him to proceed with his seduction.

There was something so entrancing about the prospect but she knew to give in would be to suffer a fate worse than death. She whimpered as she felt his hands move to her ass, firmly gripping a cheek in each hand he pulled her hips close to his so that she could feel his cock brushing against her inner thigh. The more she tried to pull away, the more it pressed her lower body to his. She tried to look away but taking her eyes off him felt impossible. Why would she want to look at anything but this perfect man when everything else felt so awful...

“go on... admit it...” he purred “it won't hurt... unless you want it to...” he lowered himself til his face was inches from her crotch. Her lips quivered as she felt his breath against her entrance, unnaturally cold and yet it was excitement that made her shiver.

“just say the words darling. I know you want to. Ask and ye shall receive” he moaned, his voice straining with barely contained desire. He wanted her, she could hear it in his voice.

“... please” please, stop. Please, don't. That was what she should have said but she couldn't find the strength to finish. Almost instantly, she felt his lips on her entrance, feverishly working to prise her folds apart and slide his tongue in. She cried out as she arched back over the coffin, letting him support her weight as he continued to clutch at her ass.

“p-please...” she moaned again as her body began to betray her. Her began to spread as the incubus continued to flick his tongue around over her clit. Amelia had never even masturbated, much less had another person perform any such actions upon her. These new sensations sent sparks of pleasure dancing up and down her nerves. She tried to fight the rush of new sensations and feelings she was being bombarded with, but there was no denying that it felt good. Her hips began to buck in time with the lapping motion's of the demon's tongue.

She felt his claws squeeze at her ass cheeks, his seemingly unhinging to clamp firmly over her crotch. She tried to cry out in horror and surprised herself with the moan of delight that came out instead. Her legs struggled to work as what felt like a second tongue began to slither up her vagina, impossibly deep into her womb. Her breath came in short huffs as wave after wave of pleasure threatened to push her into a state unlike anything she had ever known.

“yes...” she cursed her lack of control, her weakness of mind and body as the words left her mouth in a hoarse whisper.

“alright, yes... fuck. Yes.” She cried, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks as she realized the enormity if what she was giving in to. Amelia blinked away her tears and gasped when she opened her eyes, shocked to see the incubus looming over her, yet she could still feel its jaws around her crotch, its tongues still writhing within her. It seemed the demon had also sprouted a pair of extra arms as a pair of thick muscular arms were on either side of her, propping the beast up, yet it still held her up by her hips, its enormous talons perfectly cupping ass cheeks as she wriggled and squirmed.

“you will not regret this, darling” whispered the incubus as he brushed Amelia's hair to one side and lovingly caressed her cheek.

“I promise, you will thank me for everything I will share with you..” at that, Amelia felt one of his tongues coil around her clit and squeeze it while the other began to grow wider and firmer as it slid back and forth from her vagina. She groaned and fumbled at the clasps on her breast plate, itching to be free of it, yearning to expose herself completely and give the demon free reign of her body. Her cheeks blushed red as the armour came free and fell to the floor. She'd never exposed herself to anyone like this before, she was surprised that rather than feeling vulnerable she was overwhelmed with excitement.

“please” she gasped again and immediately, the incubus indulged her. Placing his hand over her right breast, he squeezed and kneaded at her modest bosom, pulling and teasing at her nipple before leaning down to flick his tongue across it. The more he did so, the harder and more sensitive Amelia's nipples seemed to become. She squealed and thrashed as his lips closed around her nipple and sucked at it, slowly pulling her whole tit into his mouth. The tongue in her pussy was now slamming into her, thickened into rock hard cock lined with a sort of fleshy ribbing that rubbed against her insides in the most delightful way. Slowly, a pair of enormous batlike wings began to extend from the demon's back and fold around the two of them. Amelia felt safe, secure, beloved in the demon's leathery embrace.

There was nothing else, just her and her lover, revelling in their bodily sensations. As the demon gorged itself on her breast, the pace of its thrusting began to pickup, while the tentacle tongue continued to massage her clit. Instinctively, Amelia began bucking her hips up to try and take more of his cock. Slowly, she slid her right hand over the demon's head and began stroking it. With her left hand, she began stroking and squeezing her neglected left breast. There were so many things she wanted to say and express in that moment as her adoration for the incubus became all-consuming. Instead, all that came out were unintelligible squeals and moans.

Amelia had no idea how long they lay on top of the coffin like that, the demon's stamina was seemingly infinite as he ravished her erogenous zones without a single pause, if anything he just got faster – the sensory overload making Amelia's head spin. At some point amidst the cavorting, Amelia had been rolled over and propped up on her hands and knees. The demon's cock and tentacle were still fucking her pussy, but at some point a second penis had formed and was thrusting in and out of her ass. The two cocks were alternating their thrusting, one pulling out as the other dived back in. All the while, the incubus lovingly massaged her back and a pair of tentacles extended from his nipples to squeeze and caress Amelia's breasts. Her eyes rolled and her body trembled under the demon's erotic onslaught.

“please...” she groaned, her voice heavy with exhaustion “p-please... finish me... let me go"

The incubus tilted her head back to look up at him.

“darling, I’m only just getting started...” he crooned. At that, he leaned down and clasped his lips over hers, his tongue surging down Amelia's throat as his thrusting reached a fever pitch. Amelua tried to scream as she felt something warm and wet explode between her legs, her eyes rolled involuntarily and her mind went blank as she slipped into unconsciousness.

* * *

Amelia slowly came to, her arms and legs bound by fleshy tentacles that coiled around them. She weakly tugged at them to try and slide free only to feel them constrict around her. The tentacles in her ass and pussy began to throb and thrust with renewed vigour. She coughed, choking on the tentacle throbbing in her mouth as it pumped a constant stream of thick slimy cum down her throat.

“mmmmm” she groaned, feeling another orgasm welling up inside of her. In this tentacle-form the incubus had made her climax so hard she passed out on at least three occasions. Amelia could remember it taking the form of an enormous horned wolf and fucking her so hard she'd passed out for god knows how long before she woke up to the beast cumming all over her ass and back. That she'd turned around to suck it's cock and let it fuck her mouth until it came again had made her feel unbelievably ashamed. But her demonic lover had sweeped her up in his arms and assured her there was no shame in her actions, only pleasure that she should not feel any guilt for. That's when she'd kissed him and begged for more. Unsurprisingly, he'd obliged.

Amelia had no idea what day it was, surely she'd been here for days, but at no point had she worried about what anyone would say or do when they found her. If they ever found her. It hadn't even occurred to her that they may not recognize her shoulder length hair or how much her breasts had grown. A rush of pleasure surged through her as once again, she was brought to the point of orgasm and slipped into unconsciousness.

* * *

The tentacle tail tickled at her anus as it slid over her ass. Amelia chuckled as she bounced in the demon's lap, her legs straddling the incubus as she rode him harder and harder. She pulled his goat-like horns to hold his head between her breasts and gasped with joy as his tongues slipped out to lap at the them. She couldn't remember a time when her bust was any smaller but the bright blue discoloration of her skin around her areolas seemed rather new. Her hands feet and pussy had also changed colour to a bright periwinkle blue as well. Had they changed when she first started mounting the incubus or had that happened when he'd taken the form of giant slimy blob that filled her every orifice and massaged every inch of her skin. She couldn't remember what order that had even happened in. Not that it mattered.

“please...” whispered the incubus

Obediently, Amelia rolled onto her back while keeping the beast inside of her in one smooth, flawless motion. Once he was on top of her, she felt the incubus begin pumping her womb full of it's delicious cum once again. Playfully she slipped her hand down to her crotch and slid her forefinger in alongside the demon's bloated cock and brought it back up to her face, dripping with fresh, gooey demon seed. Hungrily she licked at the cum, sucking her finger clean and moaning with delight at the rush of sensations it's taste brought on. She howled with delight as she felt the needle like sensation of the demon's tongues penetrate her nipples. A cold flush spread through her chest and the blue patches began to spread across her chest. How could she have forgotten how delightful that felt.

“please. More... more...” she begged him as his cocks slid from her ass and pussy, dripping with cum. Slowly, his tongues retreated into his mouth, her grip on his horns slackening as she fell back on the stone floor to bask in the afterglow of yet another perfect coupling. A cacophony of orgasmic moaning and bodies slapping against one another brought a wry smile to her face as she drifted off to sleep.

* * *

She had no idea how long she had been here. Or if she'd ever been anywhere else. The crypt and the loving embrace of her demonic lover were the only memories that came to her with any real certainty. Her cloven hooves fidgeted as she trailed her taloned hands up and down her sides, hungrily watching her lover finish pumping a buxom young blonde full of cum for the fourth time in the last hour or so. She drooled a little as her eagerness to take him for herself heightened her own arousal. She hated sharing him, though she couldn't recall if there had ever been a time she didn't have to. Over a dozen other women lay on the floor of the crypt with them. Some more human than others, all in various states of change as their skin turned red, pink or blue, feet becoming claws or hooves. Some with tiny vestigial horns beginning to sprout, others sporting enormous bovine or goat-like racks that were fully formed from their temples or brow. Every time the incubus fucked them they changed a little more, edging closer and closer to demonic perfection.

She hoped her horns would sprout soon, she envied those of her sisters who were closer to being completed. Not just because it indicated how much sex they'd had with the incubus, but also the possibilities it open up. She loved watching all the ways he would grip their horns or use them to bind them in place while they fucked. Not that their trysts were becoming boring as they were, but she had found herself increasingly eager to expand upon her sexual experiences.

Her daydreaming was interrupted by the familiar scraping of the incubus running his talons along the rump of her thigh.

“please” she giggled as she tugged at his broad shoulders. Now it was the other women's turn to envy her...

* * *

She spread her enormous bat-like wings and arched her back as his cock pressed against her cervix. She hungered for his cum, craved it, needed it, she knew it would nourish and empower her. She needed to see him cum for her. It was bizarre that her lover had recently taken to presenting himself as a regular human in-between their more adventurous fucking, though she'd quickly learned she enjoyed the thrill of being in complete control. She loved him begging her to stop while she relentlessly impaled herself on his member. The way he screamed when she raked her taloned hands across him.

Eventually he would give in and beg her to bring him to climax. He would feverishly grip her slender body, squeeze her tits or pull on her stag-like antlers. She would cackle as she felt his strength sapping away as he unloaded load after load of cum in her before passing out. There was pleasure in power and this demoness was learning to thrive on it.

The man beneath her cried out in an equal mix of pleasure and pain as his cock spasmed, squirting a torrent of cum into her hungering womb. She shrieked with glee, as she felt him climax before letting him slide free and fall in a crumpled heap, his skin already withering as if he'd aged 30 years in an instant.

“Bravo, my dear. Bravo.” Chuckled the incubus as he stood in the corner of the crypt, enthusiastically clapping his hands to applaud her.

“ladies, you could learn a great deal from this one” he purred as he moved to stand over her

“you are a true artist darling, my greatest creation yet” he proclaimed before affectionately kissing her on the cheek.

“m-more, please?” she moaned, the brief high from her latest conquest abating all the faster once realized she'd again mistaken a mortal man for her incubus.

“why yes, little one. You are ready for more” rasped a new voice. It was a woman's voice, sultry and smooth. The throng of half-demon women hastily parted to either side of the crypt to make way for the source of the voice. Striding into the room was incredibly tall demoness with skin white as snow. Her slender body was clad head to toe in an incredibly shiny, skin tight leather body suit as black as the night sky. The suit seemed to be constantly tearing open and reknitting itself in several spots across her arms and thighs, exposing her pale white flesh. Several dark iron chains seem to writhe around her limbs and body with a life of their own, weaving in and out of the holes in her suit. The top half of her face was covered by an eyeless metal half helmet that seemed ruptured and broken by several horns sprouting from it and arching back behind her head. Amidst her horns, an enormous mass of platinum blonde hair trailed through the air as if she were underwater. Her lips were a bloody crimson, full and voluptuous, entrancing to watch as she spoke. Behind her trailed six grey feathery wings of equal size. There was no mistaking her. The knowledge of her being was magically embedded in the minds of everyone present. Allarielle. The fallen angel, the corrupted saint Allara. Queen of all the underworlds.

“You have done well my child. Of all my disciples, have always been an exemplar of my teachings” said Allarielle..

“Come forth and receive my blessing, complete your rebirth” commanded the demon queen.

Obediently, the demoness stepped forward and stood before her queen. She bowed her head only the feel Allarielle stroke her cheek and pull her into a passionate embrace. She felt the chains slither from Allarielle to coil around her arms and bind them. Submitting completely to her infernal sovereign, she revelled in the sensation of the queen's tongue rolling around in her mouth. Something about Allarielle's kiss was unlike anything she had ever known or experienced before. Empowering, intoxicating, the erotic bliss bordered on a feeling of transcendence. As if in that moment her soul had become something else entirely.

The demoness felt her body being lowered to its knees, she could see Allarielle's suit tearing open at the crotch as the demon queen pressed the demoness's face against her pussy. The demoness hungrily sucked and licked at her queen's bittersweet slit. Thick torrents of black slime gushed forth, filling her mouth to the point of overflowing, yet she carried on with reckless abandon. The slime was thick and sweet, like an addictive honey or syrup. The demoness coughed and gagged as she fought to swallow as much of the liquid as possible. Her vision began to blur, her consciousness on the brink of blacking out as her arousal reached a dizzying new high. The last she remembered was Allarielle's triumphant cry:

“Arise my daughter, arise my succubus, arise Amerath – disciple of Allarielle.”

* * *

Amerath awoke alone in the collapsed rubble of the crypt. The rush of cool air from the cave tunnel made her bright blue flesh prickle with goose bumps. She chuckled at the sight of Saint Allara's tomb. If only the foolish zealots who swore fealty to her had known what really became of her in the afterlife. Amerath savoured the thought as she strode from the rubble and up the darkened tunnel. The place had the strangest sense of deja vu about it.

As if she had travelled through here once before. As she neared the shaft's entrance, she could hear voices speaking in an unfamiliar tongue. Yet, she understood their every word. The voices belonged to a pair of men exclaiming surprise at finding the collapsed chapel while excavating the construction site. Something about building a skyscraper and stopping their machines until they knew what to do about ancient ruins.

How peculiar she muses to herself. She had no idea what a skyscraper was but decided she would very much like to have it. And the men. Especially the men. Amerath was starving and there was only one thing that would satisfy her craving.

What a wonderful world she thought as she emerged from the cave and headed for the bright lights above.

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ladyramora · 7 months

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XIV Prompt List: All Saint's Wake Edition

30. Pumpkin

29. Ghost / Spirit

28. Skeleton / Zombie

27. Witch / Wizard

26. Vampire

25. Werewolf

24. Masquerade / Yin & Yang

23. Succubus /Incubus

22. Haunted

21. Jester

20. Labyrinth

19. Hunger

18. Fae

17. Possession

16. Trick or Treat

15. All Saint's Wake

+ Bonus Prompt: Samhain

Note: This is just for fun, there is no deadline, though I may do another themed list for Starlight! You can pick & choose prompts as you like. Writers, artists, gposers, all are welcome to use this prompt list!

I'll be tagging this a few different ways: "XIV Prompt List All Saint's Wake Edition", "All Saint's Wake XIV Prompt List" & "FFXIV Prompt List". Feel free to @ me if you do a prompt so I can reblog it, or link back to the list!

Thank you & enjoy!

LadyRamora ❤️

#XIV Prompt List All Saint's Wake Edition #All Saint's Wake XIV Prompt List #ffxiv prompt list #i considered adding this to the other one but since it's themed i figured a standalone would be best

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historicalshroe · 11 days

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I loved the incubus Saint-just AU sm, I had to make more.

#frev #shroedër's art tag #robespierre #saint just #french revolution #saintspierre #maximillian robespierre #maximilien robespierre #antoine saint just #louis antoine de saint just #frev art #saintspierre demon au #incubus saint-just

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klvm0nn · 9 months

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can you tell us more about the monastery au :O

UPD: no longer relevant. New Attica lore post…anytime soon!

“You’re asking me about my AUs??? I’VE WAITED YEARS FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME ABOUT MY AUS!!!!!!!”

Honestly…I’m so honored and grateful for your interest!!!! Like thank you so much

TW! Mention of SA, violence and other Billy’s stuff. AND ALSO PLEASE CHECK ALT FOR TRANSLATION

I also want to apologize if my English negotiation skills are unsatisfying, I’m not a native speaker-

So, as I said earlier, my au is about Billy not being broken into a sorority house, but into a monastery. Although I changed his backstory and gave him certain motivation for killing girls, I tried to keep Billy’s personality and character cuz these funny things are the reason why we love him!:)

Backstory!

You know…Simping over a bastard who sexually assaulted his own little sister is kinda dubious if we talk about the 1974 black Christmas and the sister-daughter story is too nasty, speaking of the remake, so…

In my AU Billy is raised in a strict, religious and kinda poor family, as all the money go to the church. He is raised by his mother and a stepfather, who is actually guilty for the religious fanaticism in his family. Poor Billy was also molested as a child and teenager by saint fathers (i hope i called them right cuz I literally have no idea what name do they have…)

These conditions formed three things in Billy: love for rock and rebellion, hatred for religion and sociopathy.

Here’s a little chibi art I made a month ago for article, where I explained my setting’s lore! The article is in Russian tho, so unfortunately I can’t show it to you. CHECK ALT!!!

So, remember that part from remake where Billy was in asylum? The same thing happens here too, but why he got in there?

When Billy’s mother got pregnant by his stepfather, Billy was terrified. He really loved with all his heart the little tiny girl who was ready to see the world. The problem is, the world was too cruel. He didn’t want her to be molested, he didn’t want her to be pressured by strict rules of religion. So, one day, he made an attempt on the life of his stepfather. In any case, unsuccessful. He survived and Billy was sent to the asylum, from where he later escaped. After the runaway, Billy found his new home in the attic in one of the most big Canadian monastery.

With wounds on his heart from the duplicity of religions, since then he has taken revenge on the hypocritical nuns. He sent threats, made obscene calls, did nasty things, and even killed with impunity, until one day he was caught by a nun.

Who’s that girl?

The second main character! Her name is Martyr Efsevís! But everyone prefers call her Martha, as she’s not a martyr at all.

A long time ago, a nun lived in this monastery. One day an incubus came to her and defiled her. She bore him a child, who was Martha. This nun was expelled, but Marta herself was left in the monastery for education, as they wanted to raise a pious nun from her. Fun fact! Her color palette only contains black and white, these are her natural colors: white skin, black hair.

When she found out about Billy…She was charmed. Billy’s actions, manners, presence…Everything about him seemed like another world to her. She really wanted him to show her the world of darkness. The world that best suits her true nature. That's why she won’t tell anyone about him.

He was still worried and annoyed by her tho- their relationship will develop, but now he just hates her.

OOF. FINALLY.

It was really fun, but complicated. Hope I could handle the challenge to tell about them properly. I still a little bit worried cuz I think my description of Martha shows her like a Gacha demonic Mary Sue, BUT SHES NOT LIKE THAT I SWEAR😭😭😭 I’m also planning adding more side characters, so I’ll keep you in touch!

I ALSO REALLY WANT TO APOLOGIZE IF THIS POST IS TOO BIG!!! Still hope you enjoyed reading about these dummies! Love y’all❤️

#billy lenz #black christmas #black christmas 1974 #art #artwork #Black Christmas au #yippie someone is interested in my dummies #I’m so happy happy happy:3 #attica

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mercy-mercie-mercymorn · 7 months

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agro's oc master list (2/?)

more links will come along eventually. i've realized that splitting up my oc universe into distinct categories is easier said than done. anyways, ocs under the cut because i don't want to explode ur dash (yet)

➼ greek gang ➼

cynthia

human?: nah, succubus! (generally referred to as hellspawn)

bday: n/a, but she’s decided she’s a scorpio

deal: faraj’s younger half-sister. has mommy issues and wants to kill her mom sooo bad. currently residing in a seaside California town where she vodka aunts it up for anyone who crosses her path. her former paramours include apollo, melia, lee, and many, many more. a member of the amica ignis. often carries a red umbrella with her.

powers: the best pyromancy. also she and faraj performed a ritual that makes them functionally immortal—they can’t die unless the other one is killed simultaneously (their injuries give the other minor side effects; cynthia’s is blood dripping from everywhere).

likes: annoying her brothers, trashy soap operas, and overcast weather. dislikes: her mother, the gods, and open-toed shoes (sandals are gauche).

songs: Venus - Shocking Blue, San Francisco - The Mowgli’s, Ace In The Hole - Saint Motel

faraj

human?: incubus (hellspawn)

bday: n/a

deal: cynthia’s older half-brother. the oldest hellspawn still kicking. a frequent but unenthusiastic accomplice in many of cynthia’s harebrained schemes. as phaidonos, was one of the important thinkers/philosophers in the ancient world, although his name was lost to history. currently an anthropology professor in toronto. angel is his TA.

powers: terramancy. a lot more powerful than he lets on. his blood ritual side effects are insane heartburn.

likes: breakfast food, weird-patterned ties and socks, and philosophy. dislikes: using the internet, wet socks, and being seen in sweatpants.

songs: Up the Wolves - The Mountain Goats, Mother Mother - Tracy Bonham, As Time Goes - JR JR

apollo

human?: deity

bday: he made it the fuck up (it’s the summer solstice of any given year)

deal: the greek god of the sun. artemis’s twin brother. a disaster bisexual. currently running a shrine on the asteriai island with his priestesses, vega and caph. paramours include vega (current), cynthia (former), virgo (former) and more. loving their mom is the only thing he and his sister can agree upon.

powers: can summon bow/arrows, healing, sun bullshit (teehee *blinds you*), musical magic, assorted godly powers like shapeshifting and summoning. immortal.

likes: pretty mortals, singing, and being the center of the universe. dislikes: his father’s wife, rainy days, and not being the center of the universe.

songs: Martian - The Moxies, Quesadilla - WALK THE MOON, Neighbor - Los Elk

artemis

human?: deity

bday: fuck no

deal: the greek goddess of the moon. apollo’s twin sister. often quite standoffish and mean (but i love her for it), especially towards apollo and cynthia. the only people she likes are angel and shinatobe. primarily spends time in the woods—occasionally with a few huntresses and some animal sidekicks. she’s just vibing.

powers: can summon bow/arrows, can do a bunch of animal-related magic, moon powers, assorted godly powers. immortal. can and will kill you with a single shot.

likes: solitude, animals, and being far, far away from her family. dislikes: you (probably), big cities, and video games (she is bad at them and does not understand them)

songs: Miranda Beach - COIN, Harlem - Cathedrals, Coole Katze - Namika

ash

human?: maenad (nymph in the service of dionysus), former naiad (water nymph)

bday: feb 29

deal: born as a naiad, became a maenad after a meet-cute with dionysus. one of the OG greek gang along with oenone and faraj. after two thousand-ish years with and without the hellspawn twins, has settled in NYC where she’s just trying to get high in peace. hopelessly in love with oenone.

powers: nails can become super sharp talons, can control how inebriated she gets (a surprise tool that will help us later!), and can occasionally call on Dionysus. immortality.

likes: drinking, MMA, and skinny-dipping. dislikes: cleaning her room, the gods, and being forced to pick sides.

songs: Harlem - New Politics, Cult of Dionysus - The Orion Experience, Queen Cobra - The Orphan The Poet

oenone

human?: oread (mountain nymph)

bday: n/a

deal: the wine woman of mount ida. a former minor player in the dumpster fire tableau that was the trojan war. historians and poets say she killed herself when she refused to heal her ex, paris, causing him to die. that’s just not true, but her friends don’t know what happened to her.

powers: terramancy, immortality.

likes: wine, goats, and lazy summer days. dislikes: the gods, weeding the garden, and city life.

songs: Prairie Girl - Rah Rah

#long post #but it's actually a bit short!#oc content lol #agro's oc master list

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gingerbreadmonsters · 1 year

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i've been enabled and i'm making it your problem

@autisticempathydaemon and @zozo-01 are FAR better to me than i deserve - and so commences the most stupidly difficult, totally self-indulgent and utterly ridiculous game you may have ever seen 🥳🥳

somehow, i've racked up 31 redacted fics in just under a year (??? how on earth has THAT happened??) and for each one, i've picked my favourite favourite line - it's your challenge to match the line to the fic it's from!

(please, don't take this too seriously - i'm not trying to shamelessly promote myself, or fish for compliments or whatever. all that's happening here is that i'm really proud of some of the stuff i've written over the past year, and it's my blog so i can do whatever i want lmao)

under the cut: first off is my list of lines, and then a comprehensive list of fic titles (arranged by date published, and then separated by series) so that you don't have to go traipsing through my masterlist! there's 31 total - i wonder how many you can get...

(i'll probably reblog this post with answers later, for anyone who may be curious, but again it's not that deep lmao)

oh, and one last thing: MINORS DNI 💕💕 there's nothing explicitly nsft here, but the implication is HEAVY for a few of these, so i'm erring on the side of caution!

(also, it's fairly obvious, but beware spoilers for, like, everything i've ever written lol)

ginger's picks:

What do you get when you cross a bullet with a human brain?

Ask for the impossible, just once more, and know that he has never been able to resist you.

sitting cross-legged in the bowl of your pelvis, holding your stomach softly in his lap and stroking it like a pretty cat.

(That’s you, by the way. They’re watching you. Smile.)

his heart beats on. maybe you’re asleep, maybe you’re awake. it doesn’t matter. you dream of him either way.

Books be damned. You, the answer to his prayers, the apple that bit back, and he’s forever in your gentle grasp. What is magic, if it isn’t whatever he has with you?

he doesn’t stay to read it, but there is a small plaque attached to the front of the plinth, glinting in the light. the text reads simply, “THINGS TO HOLD ON FOR.”

Lovely, gorgeous, beautiful Gavin - the man who plays Mario Kart at full volume, and blows kisses to the mirror as he twirls around under your arm in his new dresses, and regales you with story after story of the time he and Vincent didn't mean to cause a low-speed traffic incident, we promise, deviant!

will you hate it, spit it out into your hands, dump it in the trash with the rest of his candied heart?

The tortured scream of an incubus, from whom the world just takes and takes and takes, sealed off from the stars and utterly alone.

(The mug is blue. Elliott is lactose intolerant.)

Vindemiator, the patron saint of the empty champagne glass. Always the bridesmaid, never the incubus bride.

it belongs to you. he does too.

How is it that you find him, over and over, sunshine in his moonbound soul?

He raises his nearly-empty glass to you, a polite suggestion of a toast, charming and melancholy in equal measure. “You love him. I love him too. In us, may he never disappear.”

the howl of your laughter, the flash of your teeth in the mirror - his sweetheart’s as animal as he is.

“When he holds your legs nice and wide, stretching you out, filling you up… Look down, honey, there it is - feel that? Feel how full he makes you feel?”

It's the look that means he's plotting something nefarious again - one of his diabolical schemes that should send anyone with common sense running for the hills, and that probably means you either need to find your passport, renew your life insurance, or check the stability of every flat surface in the house.

Laying herself down amidst the wreaths of flowers, shrouded in lace and tulle, a silver sixpence under her right heel and feeling oh so very blue.

they can’t make a dream like he can make you.

Pantomime villains, or not even that - a whole clan of half-baked sidekicks, tripping over themselves to trip him up, thinking they’re bigger and badder than they actually are.

“You think I need half an hour? Shit, sweetheart, you must be in the mood for more than I thought,” he laughs, phone already in hand. “And here I was thinkin’ you still wanted to be able to walk tonight.”

a rest can look like sleep can look like death. rigor mortis sets in. bleached to bones in the burning sand.

his jaw goes slack. you cannot seriously be expecting him to be fit for any sort of company, polite or otherwise, rose-tinted spit smeared across his face and eyes blown wide with stifled pleasure.

“i swear it on my life. every everlasting day of it.”

All you can do is stare down at the little post-it note by your right foot, bright pink paper stuck cheerily to the front of your current case folder, and try not to look like your heart is melting into caramel.

The smell of smoke, the sound of a campfire, and a single chair to sit on. Yes, a wonderful dream. When does Elliott get here?

head spinning, he pulls hazily at the hem of your shirt, too drunk on your touch to hear your laughter (he can’t quite tell if you’re calling him “needy” or “pretty”, and it really could be either), too desperate to worry about the careless way he’s practically tearing your clothes off you. whatever it was, he’ll buy you a new one.

You’re his, in this room most of all, his most treasured little darling that prefers the taste of his kiss to any wine he gives you, that craves the glow of his adoration as much as the sting of his disapproval, that knows every curve and line and swirl in the wood of his desk where he bends you over it.

Warmth and weight and water. A happy little inchoate, snoozing away in Vega’s arms, and you don’t remember if you dream.

All things are equal on the altar of his adoration and he is your greatest disciple, raising the knife up in his hands and swearing on your name that he will bring you back to life. Watch over him, bless him, smile upon him. Just you wait. One last miracle.

fic titles (standalone first, arranged by date, then series):

green umbrella trees

take a sip

ivory tower

thy fair imperfect shade

can’t help but see

knock knock!

sh-boom, sh-boom!

get in, loser!

I WON’T BOW OUT BRAVELY

ever thine, ever mine, ever ours

五二零

kingdom come

bury the hatchet

return to me

here we are in heaven

original sin

oops-a-daisy

LOVE HEART (the milo and sweetheart series)

SWEET TALK

SOUL MATE

ALL MINE

swings and roundabouts (imperium)

one more paradox

come into my parlour

stranglehold

five more minutes

blood sugar, baby!

wrapped up in clover

to the egress! (the barnum series)

hold on tight

a ring on the carousel

mad or sublime

motion capture (the elliott one)

motion capture

you’re the cat’s meow!

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

#im not putting this in the main tag bc it's totally shameless and i would be flayed alive #lmao we move #having a bit of fun while i procrastinate my essay lol #i put all of the lines into a randomiser so they are in a completely random order - no relation to the original posting order 🥰🥰#do have fun! whether you ignore this post completely or have a go i do not mind 🥳🥳

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