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dilatorywriting · 7 months
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Monster Mayhem: Love Drunk
Gender Neutral Reader x Vil Schoenheit Word Count: 1.9k
Summary: You are a succubus, who is apparently really bad at their job. At least if your poor, nitpicking victim has anything to say about it.
A/N: Sorry for being horny on main, but here we are lol I've been writing a lot of little bits lately for a Twst OC of mine, and decided that hey, y'know what, might as well revamp some of the ones that are easily revamp-able into my usual reader-insert style and pump out some shenanigans rather than just letting them languish away in google docs. So here we be.
🌶️🌶️🌶️ WARNING for Spicy Content!
READ WHAT YOU LIKE, BUT BE MINDFUL OF WHAT YOU READ
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“You’re late.”
The steam billowed as if with a sigh, and a familiar figure melted from the warm spray.
You blew a wet strand of hair out of your face with a noise that was nearly a raspberry. “I was busy.”
“I didn’t realize you had a life outside me,” Vil droned, only mostly serious. The little succubus seemed to pop out of the shadows at the slightest beckon, and even when you were gone, you always came back with nothing but talk of all the ways you’d worked to improve your craft since the last they spoke. And of your strange, card-faced friends, on occasion. But that was a topic you tended to hoard closely to your chest like a dragon to gold.
“Not everything revolves around you,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.
Vil leaned his head back to rinse the remainder of the conditioner from his hair. “Then maybe you shouldn’t act like my good opinion is the only thing keeping you employed, fed, and housed.”
You went warm in the ears, even under the heat of the steam, and crossed your arms petulantly over your chest. At least you’d been keen enough to not pop into his shower fully clothed this time. That had been a mess. You shifted back and forth on the balls of your feet with a grumpy, little huff and Vil didn’t bother to fight the way that his eyes followed the slowly rolling droplets of water that trailed lower with each fidget.   
“Whatever. I’m here now, aren’t I?” you grouched. “But anyways, what’s the plan for today? Out late again?”
“More all-day shoots,” he said, reaching up to replace one bottle of custom hair product for another. “And an interview to follow that’s meant to be a pre-recording for the morning programs tomorrow. So that could be close to midnight, depending on when we finish up.”
Your nose scrunched in sympathy. “Ew. I don’t get why you do all this stuff. It sounds like a nightmare. Human media is so strange.”
Maybe it was. But—
“It’s worth it,” he huffed, running one of his newer serums through the silky strands of his pale hair. He glanced down at you from beneath his dripping bangs. “Have you been using the conditioner I gave you?”
“Do you think there are functional showers in Hell?” you snipped, and then averted your gaze in chagrin. “I have been trying. I just—it’s not always an option all the time,” you said, a bit embarrassed.
“Come here,” he sighed, twirling his finger in a sign to show him her back, and you shifted closer obediently.
It was always so funny, he thought, as he reached out to scrub white bubbles into your mused hair. That you would spit and hiss, and throw such a tantrum over everything. But when it came to actually obeying his orders? You were always putting one foot in front of the other to meet him more than halfway. If he said ‘jump,’ you’d whine and complain but inevitably ask ‘how high.’ Like a loyal little stray that growled and raised its hackles but would come preening for food and attention at the first whistle.
“Sounds like a stressful day,” you hummed, arching into his fingers like a cat being stroked down its spine. “Are you still stuck working with that one guy you hate? Nigel, or whatever?”
“Neige,” he huffed, giving your hair a soft tug in rebuke. “And yes. The project hasn’t wrapped yet.”
“So a very stressful day,” you mused, tilted your head back to thump against his chest and stare up at him through the steady stream of water overhead. He watched the thin, feline-like, pupils of your eyes flash and widen into something round and dark. “This’ll be perfect then.”
“What?” he scoffed, as if he hadn’t just seen those pulsing, black pupils himself and felt something in his stomach tug. “That I’m stressed?”
“No,” you huffed, cheeks puffing out in irritation like he’d known they would. “Because I’ve been practicing.”
He arched a pointed brow and your cheeks went rounder yet. You stepped out of his hold and turned so the two of you were chest to chest. Vil let his hands fall to rest at the dip in your back and you pressed along him in one, lean line from toe to hip. Those strange, iridescent irises of yours flicked over his face, his lips, and those rabbit cheeks went hot with embarrassment. (“Humans kiss each other,” he’d said during one of their earliest meetings, when he’d leaned in with a smirk to brush his mouth against your temple and you’d nearly started seizing. “It’s what they do.” And you’d gone rattlingly indignant and started sputtering about impropriety of all things. All while you were sitting there butt naked and demanding he let you jerk him off so you could meet your weekly quota).
Your eyes dipped low beneath your lashes. And then you darted up quick to press a peck to his chin before immediately dropping to your knees. You leaned forward to nuzzle into the soft, blonde hairs tufted there and then dragged your tongue up the length of him in one, long lick. Vil fought a shiver.
“Practicing, huh?” he droned, affecting boredom as best he was able.
“Yes,” you replied, determined, and gave another lick. Shorter, this time. And more focused along the delicate, pink crown of him. “You made fun of me last time! Called it a ‘High Schooler’s First Blowjob!’ How could I not practice?”
“Oh? With who?” he scoffed, a bit more bitter jealousy seeping into the sneer than he would have liked.
Your face went scrunchy with embarrassment again and then you were sinking back down to run your tongue against the thick vein along the underside. Vil reached out to twine his fingers in your hair and you ducked forward to take him into your mouth.
“You’re lucky you caught me before I got out of the shower,” he said on a sigh, hips twitching when you gave a firmer suck. “This would hardly be worth dirtying myself all over again for—”
You pressed her tongue sharply into the little slit at the head and then dragged the muscle forward in a wide sweep—circling the whole of the most sensitive creases and then applying that same, lovely, suction all over again. Vil groaned, low and rumbling, and he could practically taste the bubbling excitement of your pride bursting along his lips.
You hummed—smug—intentionally loud and muzzy, so that it shot through the buzzing nerves in his skin like a symphony. Vil grit his teeth and dug his fingers into your hair to yank. Instead of popping off with an indignant whine and a trailing string of saliva, you narrowed your eyes at him and then dove forward—relaxing your throat and swallowing him down until your nose was pressed into his pubic bone. Vil cursed, head falling back against the tile wall with a punched-out moan and fingers twining shakily in the short hairs by the base of your skull.
“You have been practicing,” he mumbled, fighting the urge to go a bit cross-eyed when you swallowed around him.
You hummed in affirmation. It vibrated all the way from head to base and he shivered in time with it.
After too many long, long seconds of him nearly slipping down the wall with the curl of his toes, you popped off with a cough.
“I can hold my breath for ages now,” you declared proudly, a smear of milky white smudged along the corner of your lips. You leaned forward to prop your chin up against the jut of his hip bone and smirk up at him with a look that was a touch too genuinely excited to be truly impish. “Told you I could do it.”
“How foolish of me to have ever doubted your dedication,” he scoffed, still a bit too breathless for the sarcasm he was trying to spit. It nearly came out on a gasp and your grin grew wider. He sneered, a bit too harsh under his fluster, “What with your stalwart focus on never even touching the kits I’ve bought you. Let alone making any of the other bevy of improvements that I’ve been trying to put into place for weeks now.”
“Oh?” you droned, sharp. “Well, sorry to disappoint, Lord Vil. I guess I’ll just have to try harder.”
And then without preamble, you were swallowing him down all over again all the way to the root—nose brushing the soft, pale, hair there as you dutifully squeezed your throat and ran your tongue along the underside until he was practically seeing stars. You drove forward further, hands coming up to dig your nails into his thighs as you pushed yourself until you were trembling and pinpricks of sharp tears dotted your lashes. One of those hands shifted between his legs, and you reached out with careful fingers to twine around the delicate stones there and squeeze.
Vil curled forward and came with something that was nearly a shout, trembling and loose as he emptied himself down your throat. You swallowed around each pulse, sending zip after zip of oversensitive buzzing through his veins.
You pulled away with another round of coughing, looking positively debauched. You scrubbed some of the dripping water out of your eyes and then moved to swipe away the stray drops of sticky whiteness that had managed to escape your otherwise valiant efforts to drink him dry.
“Better?” you grinned, hair mused and cheeks wet and sore.
A quip rested on his tongue. Something about how you could not be, when there’d been nowhere to go but up? But the genuinely delighted look on your face, and the soft, hesitant, undercurrent of nervous tension underneath had him loosening his fingers from your hair to rub at one of the milky stains littering your chin.
“It was good,” he said. “Better than that, even. Well done.”
“Worth taking another shower for?” you beamed.
“Worth an entire morning’s routine,” he smiled, far too soft, and leaned down to press a long, wet, kiss to your lips when you went spluttery and shy.
.
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“I can come by your trailer, if you want,” the succubus offered, as Vil busied himself with blotting a towel over your dripping hair.
“Oh?” he mused. “I thought you only needed to feed once a day.”
“Well, sure. But I mean for your stress relief,” you said on an indignant little puff, crossing your arms tight across your chest. You peeked up from beneath your lashes, cautious. “I mean, only if you’d want that sort of thing.”
He reached out to cup your cheeks and pinch. You whined under his prodding but didn’t swat him away.
Vil sighed, dramatic and put upon. “I suppose if you insist. How could I deny my most precious little protégé anything they ask, hmm?”
“Easily, if the past few weeks are anything to go by,” you sneered around his tugging. “And who’s ‘your protégé’?! I’m the succubus here!”
“Yes,” he drawled. “A succubus who’s needed me to teach them everything they know. What a fearsome creature, indeed.”
“I could fuck you to death,” you threatened, eyes flashing bright and eerie.
Vil pinched harder, until the skin under his fingers went nearly white, and you winced—those same, slitted eyes going a bit glassy and nervous. He leaned forward until his breath ghosted along your lips and he watched your throat bob in a gulp.
“I’d like to see you try.”
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mushies-stories · 3 months
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Little succubus
Demon!Ghost X succubus!Reader
(Little succubus- prolog)
summary: Ghost was a demon who deals with business on earth. one of the strongest and most feared. ya know, all that. reader is a shy succubus who thought she was fallowing a human home until she finds out just how wrong she was. Ghost however doesn't seem to mind; in fact, he thinks it might have been fate that dropped you in his lap. ALSO Ghost has horns. :3
Warnings: SMUT 18+, fingering, oral (F receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, claiming.
Authors note: It's mostly... maybe edited but i will be going back and checking things out because by the end i got tired aha.
word count: 6061
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“Well little succubus, just what were you planning on doing?”
You swallowed the thump that had formed in your throat. Words still never left your mouth, too scared and embarrassed. He could see you the whole time. It was just… mortifying you thought.
“Well?” he leaned in closer, eyes like steel as he stared you down. You couldn’t help the high pitched yelp you let out when he lifted one hand up to reach for you. The demon let out an amused grunt and pulled his hand back. Your tail came to wrap around your legs. “What is it little succubus, ya scared?” his tone was condescending and you swear he was smirking under that mask. 
If it wasn't already evident by the way you cowered farther into the couch, body shaking ever-so-slightly, the small nod of your head gave him the answer. 
He nodded slowly before standing back to his full overpowering stature. Eyeing you for another moment he let out a soft sigh and shook his head before rounding the couch and taking the spot next to you. He takes up most of the open space and when he spreads his legs out he takes the rest. You flinch when his legs press against your knees. “So.” he rests his arms on the back of the couch, eyes coming to focus back on you. “Followed me home thinkin i was a human man, that it?” he asks.
You nod again but this time added a little ‘mhm’ with it. You couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of panic that was starting to really set in. He was a demon and a much bigger one than you. Even sitting so close to him was almost suffocating. 
Your eyes were so big, so full of fear and glistening from the tears that were beginning to form at the corners of your eyes. “You don’t do that very often do you?” he asks, watching your every move and listening to your racing heartbeat. He knew the answer already, no, you didn't. You were too shy and much too scared. Most other succubus would be trying to use their looks and charm to get around the situation. Some don’t even hesitate to throw themself right at his feet, offering their bodies to use as an apology. But you? Oh no. You were so scared you couldn’t even move. A little doe in the headlights. Perfect little prey.
When you spoke, your voice was so quiet. Ghost figured if he wasn't already giving you his full attention he would have missed your words. “No…only when I have to.” you answer. 
One brow raised at that. “That so?” He eyes you up and down, checking out your body and face. Even though you decided to wear a dress you were still mostly covered. The tight sweater you wore also didn't stop you from shifting in your spot under his heavy gaze however. “y’er grown.” he said with a little gesture to your body. “Yet y’er so timid and easily startled, even ran away when I took a shower.” Ghost recalled. He had to force himself not to laugh out loud when you scurried away from his room.
His intense gaze was hard to keep hold with, instead you drew your eyes down to your lap.
Ghost didn’t particularly like you shying away like that but it interested him, you were peculiar for a succubus. “Little mouse, you shy away so easily. Why is that?” he asks, wanting to know how you got like this.
You spare him a quick glance and a shrug, his scarlet eyes felt so heavy. “Always been this way.” you mumble. 
A gruff laugh fills the air around you. “How's that working? Being so timid and scared has to make it difficult for you? Needing the pleasure of others to feed. Even trying to be with another of your kind.” Ghost speculated. The last part made your tail twitch a little in annoyance. He was right about all of it. It did make it hard for you. Ghost had noticed this tiny movement, it let him know he was reading you like an open booking. You just got more interesting the more you accidentally revealed about yourself. For a long moment it's silent. You didn't know what he was thinking but the longer he didn't say anything the more anxious you were getting.
“What's your name, little mouse?” he asks, breaking the silence.
You hesitate to answer, not sure if making it easier for him to know who you were is a good idea. Not seeing a better option, you settle on complying. “Y/N.'' You tell him.
“You couldn’t be a virgin, right Y/N?”
Your eyes snapped to him and you could see his grin growing from under that mask. Your lips parted to say something but no words came out. Why was he asking you something like that, why did he want to even know. Your tail curled just a bit tighter around you.
“Oh little mouse.” he chuckles. Of course, and you just happened to stumble right onto his doorstep. His cock twitched at your blushing face, this just had to be fate. right?
What you being a virgin meant doesn’t go over his head, not even for a second. Since you were a succubus and a virgin; only feeding when you needed too for necessity then you would be severely touched-starved by now. Ghost was a strong demon, his power unmatched by most and comparable to only a few. A little demon like a succubus could barely withstand being around him for too long without feeling the need to submit to him. He would bet that right now your panties were becoming a mess just by his presence alone. That was probably what led you to him in the first place.
Your whole body felt so hot. He was looking at you like you were some kind of prey. You wanted to run but the dampness in your panties was growing and it was starting to get hard to ignore it. “Why are you disguised as a human, who are you?” you ask, wanting to change the subject from yourself to anything else. 
He didn't answer you right away, he seemed to be thinking about how to answer. “You may call me Ghost.” your eyes widen as soon as his name is revealed. “As for what I'm doing on earth, well that is  none of your business little mouse.” Ghost explained, with eyes of steel and steady tone.
You nod slowly in understanding. Yeah, it really wasn’t. Ghost was a very strong demon, well known, one of the strongest and one of the scariest. If you were scared before you were terrified now. Ghost wasn't even his real name, he was a demon who roamed care free in the shadows.
Ghost let out a soft sigh and relaxed his body a little into the couch, showing you he wasn’t going to pounce on you. “Relax love, ain't gotta be so scared.” even though the sight of your eyes prickling with tears and shaking body made his cock beg to be stuffed in your little virgin pussy. “Not gonna hurt ya, you're just a curious little thing.” he tells you. 
You take a breath and relax your shoulders a bit. Your body felt tight from trying to stay so still. You tilt your head a little to the side in confusion. “About me, but I'm nothing special… I really should just leave.” You hated how weak you sounded, voice uneven and evidently full of fear. 
She shook his head. “I don't think so, I think you'd like to stay.” his eyes were challenging, wanting to see if you deny it, lie and pretend like you're not soaking wet for him. “Right little succubus? You want to stay and see what a real demon can make you feel like. Bet your little untouched pussy is crying for some attention yeah?” 
His words were dirty and they made your face feel like it was on fire. “But… I have no idea.” you tried to explain how truly little experience you had. You only knew the dreams of the few humans you have interacted with. “Why would you want to be with someone like me… I'll only disappoint you.” as you spoke your eyes fell back down and your voice was nothing more than a whisper. You feared that if you let him in like that or anyone else that they become unhappy the moment they realize you lacked experience. 
Ghost didn’t like this, he didn’t like seeing you fall apart about yourself. He knew having you to himself would be everything he’s ever needed. He wanted you and only you, something drew him to you. He just wanted to reach out and pull you against him and keep you there. After a minute of silence he decided the gentle approach wasn’t to his pacing. 
With a grunt he gripped a massive hand around your ankle and dragged your smaller body so your legs draped over one leg. “W-what are you doing?!” 
you let out a quiet yelp when his hand gripped your hip, helping bunch up your dress a little. You drew your knees together to keep him from seeing anything. His hood on you was gentle yet firm enough to keep you in place. “I can smell your arousal little one, you're soaked for me right? Let me help you, let me make you feel good. All you have to do is say please.” he tells you, determined to devour you.
You blinked a few times. He was right, your panties were soaked and your skin tingles where his hand had touched your skin and being this close to him made your head spin. Your lips parted to speak but you didn’t even know what you'd say. Could you really admit to him that you craved him more than anyone you have ever come across. Your body burneing for his touch and the whole new sensation was  becoming so overwhelming. 
Ghost was growing tired of your resistance. You both knew what you needed and he wanted nothing more to give it to you. “Too shy, little mouse.” His voice is dark, a little ominous. He moved so slide your dress further up your thigh. You reached a handout to stop him but hesitated before actually touching his hand. Something about the way he looks at you, his skin on your own; it was something you didn’t even know your body was craving so bad until now. He watched your face as his hand slid between your thighs and pressed his middle finger right against the damp spot on your panties. You shuddered and he chuckled. “Panties are soaked mouse, pussies begging for something to be stuffed inside. Bet your body is just aching to be touched.” his voice seemed to get even gruffer, lower and he leaned closer to your ear. “Say it and I’ll make you feel better love, just gotta say it for me.” he says, hot breath fanning your already warmed neck. He messages his finger into your folds so your panties can collect more of your slick.
For a moment just you gasp and shift a little as he teased your needy cunt, making you wish more and more that your panties were not in the way. You looked at him with big eyes when your lips parted once again to speak, this time you managed enough courage to get a single word out. “Please.” you squeaked the word right when he had pressed down harder against your clit.
By the way his eyes crinkled at the corners you could see that a wide grin had spread across his face. “Good girl.” he said before both of his hands found your hips and adjusted you quickly so your bottom half was on the edge of the couch and you were sitting properly against the back. He gets on his knees in front of you and rests his large hands on your thighs. Your eyes become transfixed on his hands, seeing how much of your thighs they can hold. Pushing your dress up past your hips he practically groans when he can see the mess you’ve been making of yourself. Your arousal filled his senses and made his cock twitch against his tight jeans. When you look at his face his eyes were now only rimmed with red. He hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and yanked them down and you let out a little yelp at the sudden action. Your hands gripped at your dress where it was bunched around your waist. 
Your brows raised when he hooked both arms under your legs and hiked them over his shoulders, Your cunt in full view for him now. Your tail shifted against the couch at your side. “What are you…” your voice gives out at the sight of him raising his mask above his nose. His lower face is bare for you to gaze upon. His eyes locked onto yours as he planted a kiss to one of your knees. Your own eyes kept trailing down to his lips as he peppered the soft skin on your inner thigh. 
“Smell so good, all wet and needy for me.” he mumbles against your skin before giving you a little nip. A hand released your thigh to your pussy so he could glide a finger through your folds. Your lips part with a small gasp when he circles your clit. Ghost kissed and sucked little purple marks on your soft skin while he toyed with your pussy. Then, without saying a word he lowered his head between your thighs and his tongue swiped up your dripping heat. The sweetest moan Ghost thinks he’s ever heard graced his ears. His thumb rubbed circles onto your clit while his tongue licked up your arousal. 
He couldn't suppress the groan when you whimpered and gripped his forearm. “Ghost, that feels… mmm feel so good.” you say with a sigh. His tongue was teasing your entrance, swirling around and pushing in just a little. 
He pulls his face back and rests his head against your leg. He focuses on your face when he abandons your clit and strokes his finger over your little hole. Your eyes were getting droopy and the blush painting your cheeks. “Just the beginning little one.” he chuckles and pushes a finger into you. 
Your eyes fluttered as he sank into you. Just one finger felt like such a stretch for your little hole. You knew you didn’t have to worry that much. Since you weren't a human it, but rather a succubus who wasn't a sexual creature by nature your body was meant for this to some degree even as a virgin. He pumped into you a few times, admiring the way your eyes fluttered the more pleasure you started to feel. You gasped between sweet moans that fell from your lips when he added a second finger. 
“Doing so good.” his voice was still deep but the edge to it had softened. He seemed so scary moments ago but when he's between your legs and looking at you with lust blown pupils. Even though his body still dwarfed your own it was comforting being wrapped around him while his fingers worked at stretching you out. 
When he found the spot that had your back arching he curled his fingers. Your eyes felt like they crossed and your toes curled. “Oh… Gho-ost, please.” you mewl his name. It felt like your stomach was twisting and tightening. Nothing like you’d have felt before, it was so much more intense now. Just as you were letting yourself fall into bliss it was ripped right from your when he pulled his fingers from your core. “W-wait.” you stuttered and blinked your eyes a few times to bring back your focus. A small pout forms on your lips.
You looked at Ghost who was smirking at you. “Sorry love, I promise you’ll cum just not yet. So sensitive I can't help but want to play with you.” he tells you. His hand rubs your thighs softly to help you calm down. 
He brings his fingers with you slick to his lips and takes one long swipe up his fingers. He groans and waste no time finding your clit with his lips and sucking softly on the bundle of nerves. At first he was just teasing, slow and gentle, only licking and sucking your clit. He was getting you all worked up until your arousal was dripping onto the couch. Your chest heaved and your head lulled back against the couch as you watched him. While he gripped and held one thigh still on his shoulder, the other that had been resting on your waist tightened a little, making sure your hips can't wiggle around. He sucked your clit into his mouth much harsher than he has before and your hips bucked against his arms. You can't help the loud moans that escape you. He let your clit go so he could slip his tongue into your fluttering pussy. His eyes were practically closed as he took you in. the way your body reacted to him, was so wet and needy for his touch was pushing him farther into a state of pure need and desire. 
He lapped at your pussy and slid his tongue along your gummy walls. His arm held you still the more your body began to wiggle and shake. “Ghost! Please… please it feels so good.” you ramble out. Your eyes were fluttering shut and that same intense knot was swelling in your stomach again. 
Ghost relished at the sound of his name falling from your pouty lips. So desperate and good asking him to make you cum. He wanted to watch you cum, he really did but wanted your first time cumming like this to be on his cock. So he pulls away, leaving your dripping cunt pulsing and fluttering around nothing and calling him by the right name. The moment he tasted you, heard you whimper and moan for him he knew you were his. He wanted to claim you and you him in every way he could and your pussy cumming on his cock for the first time is just how he wanted to start.
“Noo… please.” your voice was broken as you begged, nail digging into his forearm without noticing. 
When he looked at you his eyes showed a hit of remorse for leaving you to suffer again. But your disheveled shelf sweater falling from your shoulders and tail twitching at your side. “M’sorry little mouse.” he said it with such a tender voice you wanted to believe him but the ache between your thighs was unbearable. 
“Why… hurts Gho-”
“Simon.” He says, cutting you off.
Your head tilts a little in confusion. “S…Simon?” 
He nods and lowers your legs from his shoulders. He raises a hand to your face, capturing your chin between two strong fingers and guiding you forward. Your face to face with him, his lips only a beat away from yours. “Thats my name, since you’ll be crying it every time i fuck you.” he tells you, voice growing darker again. 
Your eyes widen at the intention behind his words. “Every time?” your voice was so small, you didn't want to sound hopeful.
He nods again and gives you a small soft smile, his hand cradles your cheek and strokes it gently with his thumb. “Sweet little thing, you're all mine.” he leaned in and practically slammed his lips onto yours. 
They were rough and the kiss was firm, his hands moved to your sweater, pushing the sleeves down your arms. He nipped at your bottom lip so you'd part them and with the opening he claimed your mouth with his tongue. Your head felt light and fuzzy, arms reach out for him and find his shoulders. When your hold on him tightens and you start gasping for air is when he finally pulls back. 
He bunched the end of your dress in his hands. “Arms up.” He says. You follow his instruction and lift your arms up lazily, like your limbs were just a little too heavy for you, you were already so lost to him. He lifts the fabric over your body and tosses it to the side. He looked at your bare chest with a crooked smile, delighted he didn’t have to waste time taking some useless bra off to see your perfect tits. With just his fingertips he trailed them along your lower abdomen, looking at the clear skin above your sex, your body shivered at his touch. “Gunna fuck that pretty little mark onto your body.” he growls before quickly grabbing your thigh once again and hoisting you up with him. 
You yelped when your naked body was pressed against his fully clothed one. Your body is now buzzing in anticipation, with the promise of getting your mark you were more than ready. He walks you to his room before doping you on the black sheet of his bed. Your chest bounced on impact and it caused you to wrap your arms around yourself. You felt so much more exposed with the way he towered over you, looking at your body with hunger in his eyes. 
Your eyes trailed down to see his erection and he was clearly big. Your eyes widened just a little but you really tried to keep calm, you would be fine, you told yourself. Ghost chuckles and your eyes snap back up to him. His hands hook into the waistband of his sweats and pull them past his hips. Once he was free you took another peak. He was big, that was obvious. Long and thick veins ran thick from his shaft. You swear your mouth was watering, the thought of him stretching you on his big cock had your head spinning. He was so big you knew it would still hurt, at least at first but pleasure would be what follows soon after. 
Kicking his pants aside he stocks over your body onto the bed, caging you in with his arms. He leans down to connect your lips again but this time doesn’t waste any time in claiming your mouth. At the same time he's pushing your legs apart with his and pushing the head of his cock through your slick folds. He pulls away for air while he grinds his cock against your heat.
Your body was aching, your fingers grip the sheets next to your body. You want nothing more than for him to finally stuff his cock inside you. “Please… hurt, need it please.” you beg, you breathe uneven and shaky. Your tail rests along your leg, wanting to curl around something. 
Ghost dipped his head lower and nipped at your neck softly. “Ask me correctly, Love.” He tells you. He wraps a lard hand around one breast and messages the smooth skin. Your nipples harden under his calloused hand. “Tell me who you want to fuck you little Mouse.” he rasps against you skin. He starts sucking and biting while his fingers start pinching and pulling your nipple before moving to the other. 
Your body was so sensitive you had to force your brain to work through the fog of pleasure he was causing. “You, Simon ple-eas I need you.” you plead, as tears start to prick the corners of your eyes. You needed some release and fast. 
Ghost’s cock twitches against your cunt then sits up enough to look you in the eyes. He smiles and strokes your cheek with his thumb, again trying to sooth you a little. “Alright, see there we are Love. M’gunna make you feel really good.” He practically coos at you. You nod a little frantically, not wanting to wait any longer. With a grunt he pulled your hips closer and abruptly slung your legs over his biceps. He pressed the tip of his cock on you pulsing heat, right at your tight little hole. Slowly he pushed the tip in, watching it pop in before starting a brutally slow pace at sinking into you.
Your brown knit together and your lips part but no sound comes out. You were too focused on breathing as his cock filled your pussy. “Big.. Simon, so big.” your speech was stained as he finally bottomed out. The tears at the corners of your eyes finally released and slid down your face.
Ghost leans down and licks one of the tears, your wince a little at the sudden action. “Pretty girl, crying over my big cock. Pussies squeezing me so tight and gushing around me.” he teases. “Gonna make you cum on my cock everyday love, make sure this little pussy knows who it belongs to.” He groans and starts pulling his hips back. You gasp and whine when you're left with only the tip. Gripping your hips he sank back in and started a slow rhythm, letting you get used to his cock.
Your tail instinctively inched closer to his arm and coiled around it loosely, just enough to feel a little more connected to him. You could feel every little movement and vein on his cock as it dragged against your walls. It felt good but you wanted to feel like it had earlier, when he denied you your orgasm. You wanted to cum, your body still aches from you loses. “Simon, please I want more.” you told him, eyes half lidded and swollen lips forming a small pout. 
His hips still for a moment, you were captivating like this. Under his mercy, dripping and begging for him “Such a good girl, asking so sweetly. Tell me what you want, what do you need me to do for you.” He urges.
You take a moment to formulate your thoughts. You wanted everything he could offer. While his cock rocked slowly into you it was his lips parting in a soft grunt that sparked a need in your head. “Face, I want to see…” you trailed off and your eyes shifted away from him. You were unsure if it would be okay to ask, you didn't want to upset him.
Seeing the hesitation ghost snapped his hips into you a little rougher, getting your attention. “You can say it little one, whatever you want.” Ghost had quickly come to term with the enjoyment he gets from hearing you confess to him. Your delicate little voice asking and begging him to help you. 
With a deep breath and shaky breath you nod. “Can I please see you?” you ask.
A wicked smile spreads across his face. He stills his cock, making sure to keep you nice and full of him before releasing your hips and making your tail let go of his arm. He tangled your hands together in one hand and held them above your head. “Wanna see the big scary demon huh?” he quips with a chuckle. The only response he got from you was your walls clenching unbelievably tight around him and a desperate broken whine. “Alright, needy little thing. You may see my horns.” he growls. With his free hand he hooks a thumb under the bottom and pulls it over his face. What little hair he had fell out, damp with sweat. You felt his body pulse around you and hot cock twitch inside, then a moment later horns were merging from his head. Big and curved back. His eyes were glowing, the only light in the room coming from the moon outside. 
Your eyes scanned over his features, momentarily becoming dazed at the sight of such a demon before you. “Beautiful.” your voice barely a whisper. 
Ghost chuckles and rolls his hips, bringing you back to reality. “Beautiful huh?” he repeats your words, a little surprised at your choice of complement. “Now for what I want, yeah?” he says with a grin. He begins a steady pace with his hips. He held your hands in place and focused back on your chest. Pinching and massaging your breasts while he started to move faster, snapping his hips a little rougher. “Need to make you cum love, need to see that pretty little mark form.” he tells you.
You wrapped your legs around his thigh and your tail followed, urging him to go deeper. You turned into a moaning whimpering mess under him, you knew he was holding back, still being gentle with you by the strained look on his brows. You were grateful for it, you would gladly take whatever he had for you but for tonight, tonight you needed it like this. 
He smiled at your fucked out face, fulling drunk on his cock. His cock throbbed against your walls, so tight and pulling him back in every time he pulled out. He released your hands and leaned back so he could watch your body move every time he pounded into you. “Taking me so well, so fucking tight.” he huffed. 
The pleasure was growing again, that intense feeling starting to build up and up. “Si-” you choked out. 
He watched you, felt your legs twitch against him. He knew what you wanted to say, could feel it. He dragged a hand down to where your bodies connected and started slowly circling your clit. His thumb sends waves of pleasure through your body and makes your back arch into his touch. 
“Please, Si… please I want to cum.” you practically sob, remember how it felt when he denied you earlier. “Please can I, can I c-um Si please!” you beg, desperate for your release.
Ghost looked at you with soft eyes and a mock frown. “Oh Babygirl, of course you can.” he tells you, voice gentle and calm. “Cum for me love, cum all over my cock.” he encourages you, pushing you closer to the edge with every thrust and harsh swirl to your clit. 
Finally, you could feel it, your orgasm crashing into you, sending you to a fuzzy blotchy world. Your eyes roll to the back of your head before closing, strangled whiny moans fall from your lips without hesitation. “Si-Simon! Mmm… good, so ohh.” Your pussy clamps down impossibly tight around his length, causing him to still his hips and cock inside you. Your stomach starts to burn with more and more pleasure, feeling like your orgasm is never going to end.
While your eyes are closed and you're lost in the intense feeling, Ghost is watching you intensely, watching you fall apart until your lower abdomen starts to glow red. He felt it burn under his fingertips while he continued to abuse your swollen clit, he pushed down a little, feeling the tip of his cock bulging, the pressure on your newly forming mark making your cry out and trash a little under him. “That's it, doing so good for me little one. Cumming so pretty like this on my cock.” Your pussy gushes around him, slick dripping and making a mess under you.
The feeling became so intense that blotches of black blobs started to fill your vision. You couldn't hear anything, but you could feel a warmth on your cheek. You blinked a few times; your eyes must have been closed because your sight was starting to come back. “Simon…” you mumble when his face becomes clearer. 
He chuckles softly and pushes some hair from your face. “There you are, lost ya for a second.” he says. You can still feel his cock, keeping your pussy nice and full. 
You give him a weak smile while you catch your breath. “That was… I’ve never.” You couldn't find the words.
His hand ghosts over the new mark above your sex. His hips started to move again, he couldn't wait any longer. He needed to fuck you now, fuck you until he empties himself deep in your cunt. “Getting your mark always makes it more intense, burned with pure pleasure.” He notes. You nod. You knew that, you just didn’t know it would be that strong and overwhelming. He didn't take more than a minute to focus back on plunging his cock as deep as possible into your dribbling core. “Need you to cum again for me Love.” He tells you, now gripping your hip with one hand and holding himself above you with the other. He slammed into you, much harsher than before. “Need to fill your pretty little pussy up, need you take my cum.” he growled. 
You nod, feeling the pleasure already building. “Yes, wanna cum again Si, please.” his lewd words and brutal pace was enough to have you right on the edge again. The lingering sensitivity of your mark makes it so easy for him to rip loud desperate moans from you. The sound of his cock slamming into you and your flick hole fills the room. “Wanna feel you inside Si, want you c-um.” you moan.
Ghost leans down Locke's your lips together, needing to taste you. Your arms came to wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer. He ate every moan and whimper you let out. When your pussy pulsed and calmed down around him, he couldn't suppress the deep guttural groan he made. He pulls back a fraction for air, his hips snap harder into you. 
“Fuck, gonna flood your cunt with my cum. M’so close.” he groans and huffs as he fucks into you. something primal growing in him as your pussy squeezes his cock, never letting him pull out too much. 
Your walls clamp down and your legs shake uncontrollably around him. “Ohh, ohh! Si~” you moan. Keeping your eyes locked on him was hard when the pleasure threatened to force them closed. Your orgasm came without warning, you let out a shaky high-pitched moan and clung to him for dear life. 
Ghost’s was so close, your pussy trying so hard to milk his cock. “Just like that, fuck… pussies clinging to my cock.” he says through gritted teeth. With a few harsh truths he was painting your walls with his thick cum. He pressed into you, making sure to empty him deep. “Oh fuck, taking all of me so fucking well.” he praises, eyes lidded and brow sheened with sweat. His hips finally stilled with his cock still buried deep. His cum leaked out around him, dripping down and onto the sheets. 
He leaned back and admired the mess you both made of his sheets. Your hair was a mess and your face was flushed. He rubbed your thighs, legs no longer wrapped around him but now laying slack at his sides. He looked at your mark, the pretty heart and that adorned your skin. He grazed his fingers over it and smiled when you twitched at his touch. Still so sensitive. 
“Thank you.” your voice was so soft. Your eyes were half lidded and threatening to close on you. A small content smile on your lips. 
He shook his head. “No need to thank me, Love. not yet anyways.” he grinned teasingly. “You did just hand yourself over to one of the most powerful demons in all of hell ya know.” he informs you again. 
You wanted to giggle at that but the sound died in your throat when he started to pull out. “Si-Simon wait, please.” you asked hastily. He stopped and raised a brow, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. “Too much, go slow… please.” you plead. 
Ghost held back his laughter with a sigh. “How about we do this.” he offers and slips back in, even though it was now soft it still felt like it took up all the room in your pussy. He gripped your thighs and raised you onto his lap. “Why don't we take a bath and make sure your pussy is completely satisfied.” the look on of pure needy and desire in your eyes was all he needed. 
It took a while to get you both cleaned. Begging him to fill you up over and over prolonging the soak in the large tub. He didn't mind; however, you were just perfect for him. Needy and cock drunk for him. He was never letting you go now.
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“feeding on humans gone wrong 18+”
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masterlist & part two
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pairing: neutral!kirishima x dom!bakugo x succubus!reader, all of them are aged up 21+
summary: succubus!reader is used to stealing mens sexual energy by visiting them at night and dominating them..this time she visits a new world where the humans have quirks which she didn’t seem to notice until it’s too late…
cw: succubus reader has afab like body, non-con, squirting, oral (m receiving), anal, use of the words slut, whore, demon-slut, humiliation, reader has sensitive reader has horns, wings and a tail, spanking, penetrative sex (vaginal and anal), using quirks during sex, a little blood (reader and Bakugo get mild scratches), mentions of handjob, cussing, reader gets stuck at some point.
⚠️ DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CONTINUING TO READ, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING ADULT CONTENT AND THE DARK CONTENT STATED IN CONTENT WARNING ⚠️
last disclaimer: I’m not a writer or have any experience with this (it’s my first official smut) so be understanding if there’s errors or something, I’m just doing this as a newfound hobby 😵‍💫
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your pov: looking for something to eat
You were practically starving, it took you pretty long to find a new world with new fresh healthy humans to feed on. Your last version of earth was full of tired people obsessed with their phones and all sorts of unhealthy apps, they had no life force. You’re walking in the dark, pretty annoyed at the fact that you had arrived here at such a bad time. Most of these humans must be asleep, and the neighbourhood seems so clean you can’t seem to find any night clubs. You continue to walk past the apartments and suddenly your little succubus heart flutters, your eyes light up. That smell..it smells so healthy and strong. Whatever or whoever it is, they must have a lot of life force. “jack-fucking-pot” you think to yourself with the most mischievous smile and fly up to the window where the smell seems to be coming from.
There’s not much to hide behind, the other windows have plants or other crap you could hide behind but not this one. You try your best to peep without getting caught. You’re glad this window is open, hopefully they keep it like that before going to sleep. You see two men, in their twenties. They look tall and strong. You should’ve noticed they’re stronger than other humans you’ve encountered, but you’re so hungry for energy it goes right over your head. You’re smiling to yourself as you watch them interact, the more you see the more intrigued you get. This is going to be your best meal in a while. Little did you know this meal really would be the best but not in ways you had expected.
their pov: just another evening
“THIS GAME SUCKS” Bakugo yells as he throws the controller to the wall. Fact was it didn’t suck he just lost for the 5th time while Kirishima didn’t lose once. “Let’s just go to sleep Bakugo” Kirishima says “it’s 12am” as he walks out of the room. Bakugo cusses to himself and lays down, slowly falling asleep. “What a dumb game” he mutters while falling asleep.
your pov: heart eyes
You’re absolutely infatuated with both their scents and energies, so when the blonde one fell asleep you quickly go in through his window. He has so much passion in him, his energy reminds you of fire and explosions. Little did you know this version of earth has people with quirks, and his fire and explosions quirk is a good match for you. You sit on his lap for a bit and grind on his dick, he reacts in his sleep with a small grunt. You put a sleeping spell on him so he doesn’t wake up because frankly you didn’t want to be bothered this time. Your spell has worked every time in the other version of earth with the other weak willed humans, this should be no difference. You smile and get on your knees, unbuckling his belt and quickly pulling pants and boxers down. Normally you’d tease the hell out of his dick but you’re so hungry you just put it all in, taking his entire length in making yourself gag as it grows in your mouth quickly. “Wow this one has so much energy in him” you think excitedly not noticing him waking up, staring at you with glaring eyes. You only notice once he grabs you by the hair saying “what the fuck is-“ your eyes light up in fear. His eyes are red glowing crimson, you knew he was strong but what the actual fuck is this? The spell didn’t work on him? He grabs your hair harder this time and it almost hurts, he raises his voice at you this time “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?” You panic because you’re not supposed to get exposed, humans can not find out you’re a succubus or that your kind even exists…his tone is calmer this time “what kind of costume are you wearing, it can’t be a quirk no one has demon quirks” he looks annoyed, like he wants to just go back to sleep but he obviously won’t let go until he has some answers. You’re still quiet, trying to come up with an excuse. “What are you then? Some weird sex demon wannabe who just goes and harasses people in their sleep?” “No-no no I’m not..sorry I thought you were someone else” you whimper, your whole face is blushing. His eyes are so penetrating it’s hard to look into them, his whole energy is so big and takes up all the space in the room. Your height difference isn’t making it better or the fact that he is so fit and attractive. He grabs your horns, they’re sensitive and you try so hard to not moan. He inspects it all, pulls and grabs on your wings and tail too. You’re praying to the lord of demons he doesn’t find out what you are, because if he does you’re in biiig trouble. The look of realisation on his face tells you its no use praying or hoping, he doesn’t seem scared but the second he puts his guard down a bit you sprint towards his window but he catches you halfway and closes it. You try to move and use your powers to break the window but it’s no use. You’re stuck.
Bakugo’s pov: I have a sex demon stuck in my window
He stares at you now that you’re stuck, your skirt is hiked up and your thong barely covers anything. He has no idea that stare of his sends shivers down your spine, even like this. He sits down for a minute making sense of everything, he is still mad you woke him up from his sleep. “I don’t really care what you are, but you woke me up from my sleep and on top of that my dick is hard and since it’s your fault you’re not leaving until you fix it. You hear me?“ he didn’t hear you reply so he spanked your plump ass and pulled on your wings which made you scream, you instantly replied “Y-Yes” in a defeated voice. He had noticed earlier inspecting you that your tail wings and horns were very sensitive, he’d definitely use that to his advantage. He went down on his knees, spreading your legs further. “The succubus slut is already wet, but she can get wetter” he thought to himself as he got up and pulled your tail next to get a reaction. He noticed you were resisting so he pulled even harder, he noticed it made your pussy flutter but no noise. “This slutty little hole is clearly wanting to be filled up” he says, putting a finger on your clit while starting to circle it. Bakugo can hear you moaning lightly..”so you’re not so different from a human girl, the clit is one of your sweet spots too and gets you moaning..” he thinks to himself. He can feel himself getting even more turned on from this situation, his dick is practically aching for your succubus pussy. Your energy is naturally pulling him in, your beautiful shades of magenta, purple, black and dark red are intoxicating even for the most strong willed humans. His mind is starting to race more, your whimpers getting louder from him playing with your clit are not helping. He aligns his tip with your entrance, teasing it. He notices your pussy fluttering whenever he does, but you’re crying out “no please don’t do it, not when I’m not in control. I won’t get any energy from this”. He doesn’t give a fuck what you’re saying to be honest, you harassed him first now you’re begging to not be fucked while you’re not in control? Screw that, he grabs a fist full of your ass with one hand and grabs your tail with the other and slams his dick into you.
your pov: I’m seeing stars
“AAah FUUCK” you cry out. You have had many dicks in your lifetime but this is something else. You’re trying your best to gain control but for you this is a mental thing, you were already mentally weak before from being so hungry but his energy itself is so strong it’s pushing away any spells and telepathy you are sending to dominate him. He is ramming into you at an unforgiving pace you’re practically seeing stars, you can sense his stamina. It’s insane, no way he is a human. You’re crying out and trying to regain control, struggling but it just makes him more aggressive. “You fucking whore” he smiles mischievously “you can try all you want but I’m just getting started”. Your pussy is tightening so hard around him, you panic thinking “fucking shit- I can’t let him win” as you try to scratch him with your tail. To your surprise it works, it hits his face and it bleeds. Even his blood is an angry shade of red. It angers him you sense his energy turning dark and a second later you’re spanked with what feels like..fire? It’s so painful and he keeps going until you bleed, the palm of his hand seems to have literal fire and explosions. You glance back and see it. There’s fire coming out of his hands, he is controlling it… “I thought you were human what the fuck is this” you cry out, feeling your legs giving up. “I am human you idiot, now shut up and take this dick properly. I know you’re resisting for whatever dumb reason of yours but I will fuck your little holes all night with no mercy. You might as well have fun with me” his voice was deeper and lower when he said this, he sounded serious and it scared you. How much energy were you going to lose from this shit?? You barely had any. He said holes even not hole..fuck was he planning to fuck your ass? That’s your real weak spot.
Bakugo’s pov: did you just squirt on my dick
He notices you are resisting less, he keeps pounding into you with no mercy as before but is more observant of you. “Now that the whore has calmed down maybe she’ll give in, I’d like to tire her out and get her out of this window. I’m tired of this position”. Bakugo feels your pussy practically sucking him in, it’s like a void it keeps dragging him into it. He also feels it tightening more, especially when he teases your asshole with his fingers. “Kirishima is gonna love this succubus slut, better prepare her ass for later” he thinks while smirking. “So the little slut likes her asshole played with too?” he laughs in a condescending tone. Your reply is just cries and trying to resist but all you get from that is a more condescending and sarcastic reply. “Don’t worry pretty, I’ll give you what you want” is the last thing he says before putting his finger into your ass. “Fuck it’s tight…” He almost got lost in the moment but water splashing down from your shaking legs grab his attention instead. “Did you just squirt on my dick?“ he says smiling. He fucks you through it to make you squirt a second time, keeping his eyes on your face making sure you’re tired enough to be brought to the bed, and you are.
your pov: tasting his blood
He carries you to the bed, finally you think. That was starting to get painful. You’re so tired you nearly faint. He notices it, and stares into your eyes. “I can’t fuck you when you’re this tired you know. I want to hear you scream and be present when I dominate you beyond your comprehension, what else do you feed on?” You’re so tired but you manage to weakly get out “blood”. He bites his finger, it bleeds and he puts it in your mouth. “Suck on it” he commands. You suck on it while maintaining eye contant. You can sense he gets turned on from it, your head game is no joke. You do it in silence but the energetic tension speaks for itself, it’s intense to say the least. His blood has so much youthful strong energy you get back on your feet pretty quickly but he must have noticed because he quickly pulls away and tells you “No that’s enough. Bend over now I’m not done with your ass”. The little energy you got back gives you enough strength to be bratty and resist, instead you try to bend him over instead. He uses his quirk to mildly burn you which catches you off guard, seconds later you’re under him with him glaring into your pink eyes. “Stop playing games you really think you can dominate me? I’m on my way to become the top hero no one is stronger than me” the hero part catches you off guard but before you have the time to ask he rips your skirt and underwear off. He pulls up his phone after and starts texting someone.
Kirishima’s pov: a text from Bakugo
*pling* He wakes up from the sound of a text, all his notifications are off but this was sent as an emergency text. It reads “come into my room”. That’s weird. He walk towards Bakugos door and before he walks in he hears muffled whimpers. He doesn’t know what to make of the sounds but when he opens the door he is in an even greater shock. Bakugo has some girl tied to his bed ass up face down, she seems to be in some realistic succubus costume. “Bro what the fuck is this-“ “Relax dude” Bakugo says. Then he explains everything that happened up until now, Kirishima can barely believe his ears. He walks up to the succubus on the bed, her eyes look angry. He looks towards Bakugo and asks “hey man are you sure this is okay, she seems angry won’t her demon friends come for us” but Bakugo seems calm. The succubus looks so beautiful, Kirishima can’t deny that. He’d be lying through his teeth if he said he doesn’t want to fuck her silly, if he said he doesn’t want to bottom out in her and turn her into a toy for his and Bakugos pleasure, to cum inside her pretty little holes, fill her with cum to the brim, eat the cum out of her and fuck some more into her.
Your pov: spitroasted
You’re laying on the bed feeling mildly humiliated but mostly turned on, that idiot blonde kept wrestling you and somehow got you held down like this. The new guy that had just come in was way nicer, his energy was very yummy too but you had a feeling the blonde wouldn’t let you have his friends energy either, he had previously told his friend all about you when he had walked in. For a succubus to get the energy they’d need to dominate the person or have consent to take the energy. You could do neither right now…”Aaah fu-mhhghhh” while you were thinking about all that they both put their dicks in you. The blonde one shoved his length down your mouth while his friend instantly bottomed out in your pussy. Your eyes were telling it all, lit up with a million emotions, fear, anger, lust, passion and Bakugo’s eyes were looking right back into you with pure raw dominant, lustfully evil energy. It was as his eyes were saying all the things he’d do to you later and that you had no choice but to let him. So condescending, you glare at him but his eyes get darker and it’s almost as if he’s telepathically degrading you as he starts thrusting into your mouth. He pulls on your horns while he smirks at you slyly. Kirishima is so fucking big and he bottoms out in you every time, your pussy is so wet each thrust is loud with squelching sounds. You’re getting used to his size, your face starts relaxing again. Maybe you can get your control back now and drain their energy. You didn’t notice but Bakugo doesn’t let his eyes off you and for sure he noticed you were getting your control back, signalled to Kirishima and suddenly he gets bigger inside you and the pace gets absolutely brutal. Bakugo laughs in your face “you didn’t think I’d notice that? Such a dumb slut. I’d think you’d be smarter knowing you’re a demon, you’re way older than us”. You’re crying out and trying to cuss but he keeps your head in place with your horns and any attempt turns into more pleasure on both ends, fuck you really got yourself in trouble this time. You can feel the redheads pace switch up, it’s getting sloppier. Bakugo grabs your chin to look up at him while bottoming out in your throat. “Look at me whore” and as you do he pulls out and your hand grabs him to jerk him off by instinct, it catches him off guard but lets a smile out of him. You jerk him off begging to get his sexual energy when he cums, “please can I?? I promise I’ll be good and not resist” you say this with puppy eyes hoping he’ll budge. “Fine” he says. You wrap your pretty lips around him and almost suck the soul out of him (quite literally). Bakugo looks speechless it even catches Kirishimas attention who was way too focused on his own high a second ago. Before Kirishima says anything, Bakugo tells him to do the same thing he did. When kirishima gives you his verbal consent to take his sexual energy when he cums inside you, suddenly your eyes turn dark red instead of pink. You get stronger, using the energy you got from Bakugo earlier and in a split second you’re riding Kirishima. Your pussy has a life on its own when your succubus powers activate more properly, your aura changes to wild untamed beast and they get the taste of a strong succubus in this moment. Kirishima feels so good, he is way too big but that’s just better. More fun and more energy for you. You’re dragging your walls against his hard dick, it’s actually rock hard you don’t know why or how because you’ve never had dick like this in the human realms. His energy is so healthy, you’re so lost in riding you don’t even notice he came you just keep riding and riding. He is hitting every spot inside you, it’s like your pussy is reaching into his soul for more energy and it works. His dick gets rock hard again, ready for more. You look back at Bakugo who looks even more excited, you bend over while continuing to slowly ride Kirishima and spread you ass. Looking Bakugo in the eyes you say “Since you both gave me your energy, come fuck my ass while he fucks my pussy”.
I finished this in two hours I got tired as hell towards the end, sorry if it’s rushed.
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KINKTOBER III: SOMNO starring: succubus!reader x jjk men incl. 25+ megumi synopsis: cute demon girl finds horny sorcerers warnings: reader can fly/has wings ⋆ masturbation ⋆ voyeurism ⋆ somno/dream sex ⋆ m oral ⋆ past trauma mention ⋆ dub-con ⋆ cnc ⋆ f.f.m threesome ⋆ f oral ⋆ predator/prey ⋆ non-con ⋆ degradation ⋆ mutual masturbation
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i apéritif 2.2k ii amuse-bouche 1.5k iii entrée 1.3k iiiv relevé  2.4k total: 7.4k
18+ mdni. nsfw below. more voyeurism than somno oops
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Exhaustion and lust eat away at your body, the dull taste of the average man slowly tainting your taste buds.
You know what you need. You need to feed on someone special.
Hot guys don’t cut it anymore. Sexy is second place.
You need something more.
As you approach a particular technical college on the outskirts of Tokyo, you don’t realise how soon your desires may be met.
You snoop around the grounds, finding the so-called “sorcerers” who just seem so damn horny.
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You first find a man who you simply cannot ignore. His appearance is striking, ethereal even– and when he’s not condescending and belittling his enemies, bringing them to their knees with his fingers, he’s busy annoying his students and flirting with any woman who meets his high standards. 
So you follow him, using your invisibility to keep hidden, realising that he may be quite the challenging target. He’s darting all over the country, teleporting, leaving you unable to keep up. And you start to realise that the man doesn’t fucking sleep, which puts all kinds of holes in your plans to enter his dreams and feed off his pleasure. The last straw that really gets you on edge is that you think he can see you. 
Regardless, you finally work up the courage to tail him to his office late at night, where he huffs and collapses on the comfortable chair, his intimidating frame slouching back with his legs spread. 
If only he would fall asleep like this, you think, watching as he brings a hand up to his brow, massaging his temples before removing that black blindfold. 
You’re left awestruck, firstly by seeing every detail of his beautiful face, then when his hand starts to move down his body, over his shirt, reaching the swell in his pants that he starts to palm. 
“Mmhh–” he moans and gives an agonisingly slow hip thrust into his hand. 
Your breath hitches, watching him reach under and start to rub himself. Honestly, you don’t blame him for being so pent up– the man can’t catch a break. 
So he relieves himself with his hand, teasing his cock out of his dark pants, his head lolling back over the office chair. 
Seeing him so exposed like this, you would love nothing more than to kiss his handsome jaw, sink your teeth into that veiny neck, strip off his shirt and lick every defined muscle that you’re sure to find underneath, then end up with his cock between your lips. 
But you’re too scared. Despite his friendly demeanour, his godly power terrifies you. 
So you keep your distance, imagining how he’d feel, how he’d taste. 
He picks up his pace, letting out frustrated sighs while his full and flushed cock barely fits in his massive hand. 
“Fuck me, I really need to get laid” he mutters before lubricating his tip with a load of spit. 
That only makes you feel even more desperate, with all the slick he’d need waiting between your legs. 
You swear you can’t help it. As soon as those moaned curses started falling from his lips you got the familiar, wet heat curling in your abdomen. 
And you watch on with hazy eyes, seeing how he teases himself with long, slow strokes that make his hips buck, then working up into faster, aggressive pumping that gets his free hand flying over his mouth. 
But he can’t stifle those lewd noises now, only getting louder, moaning and gasping as he gets closer. 
Your eyes trail all over him, from the tips of his messy, shimmering locks, his eyes that are squeezed shut, the rosy glow to his cheeks, then to his hips, his hand over that throbbing, hard boner, and his swollen head, where all his precum is collecting that you want to suck up so bad it’s got you whimpering. 
You’re really struggling to keep quiet, especially now he’s grabbing his shirt and pulling it up in preparation for what’s to come. Now you can see those tensing abs, his body shuddering and erupting, your panties are completely soaked through, arousal coating your thighs.
What a waste, you think, watching him spill the delicious essence all over his convulsing stomach. 
But he is relieved, nonetheless, his grip relaxing as his hips slow down. 
“Nghh– fuck–” he squeezes the last few drops out and reaches for a tissue, bright eyes flashing and connecting with yours. Directly. Intensely. It’s fleeting, but leaves a trail of goosebumps tingling down your spine. 
He can’t see me. There’s no way. 
You linger in the shadows for a moment longer, then slink away as he starts fixing his shirt and pants, replacing the black fabric over his eyes. 
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A few days later, brimming with impatience, you follow him to his penthouse apartment where he finally took the night off and passed out on his sofa. 
Now the real fun begins. 
You approach the angelic man, admiring those unruly white hairs, the feline curves of his closed eyes, those beautiful, pink lips. It’s always the most devious men who look this way when they’re sleeping. 
Entering his dreams easily, you unzip his pants and peel down his tight boxers, slipping him in your mouth and sucking till he’s hard and panting. 
“Hnn— ahhh– feels s’good, so hot–” his lewd praise encourages you until you’re sucking at him messily, feeling him bulge bigger in your mouth.
“Yes, oh fuck, like that–” you love how his moans are flowing so freely in his subconscious state. 
“Oh damn– yesss, yeah, fuck don’t stop–” he’s getting louder, bucking his hips until a confused expression crosses his face, “fuck– who, who even– uhnn– S-Sugu–” 
He’s interrupted by a long, hard orgasm, as you finally get to taste his hot cum after a week of temptation. He’s exquisite, a delicacy. Powerful men always taste the best, after all. So you suck him dry and feel his revitalising energy coursing through you, making you hum with satisfaction. 
Feeling pleased with yourself, you sit up and fix your hair, only to be interrupted by the man below you fidgeting and stirring awake. Your eyes flit to his, where he’s returning a long, hard stare. 
“You think you can just take my cum and leave?” 
“H-how–” you stutter, feeling confused as most of your prey can’t even remember what happened to them, let alone see you while they’re awake.
“I could see you the whole time, silly thing” his words make you cringe with embarrassment.
“Wait– oh…”
“You enjoy the show the other day?” he asks with a cocky smile. 
Shit. You can’t believe this fucker. 
“I- I am not a thing” you pout. 
“Oh,” he scoffs, “well I’m sorry… even people like me have blind spots, sugar. Why don’t you tell me what you are?” 
“A succubus.” You eye him up and down, “And you are not a person.” You retort, feeling sour from his humiliating tone. 
“Whoa, whoa now, pretty thing…” he repeats, making you glare back at his stupid smile, “if you’re gonna get nasty I might have to teach you a lesson.”
“A-ah…” your insides curl up, feeling him grinding into you below. 
“N-no, no–” you push down on him, fluttering up to the high ceiling of his apartment. 
There’s no way you could take someone like him after your dry spell. And after the last time you had sex, getting roughed up and wrecked so badly that you could barely stumble away? There’s no chance you’re ready right now. 
“Not scared of me, are ya?” he tugs at his still hard member, tucking it away when he sees your wide eyes. 
“Well just come down here and I’ll make you feel good”
You shake your head, eyes darting around as you flap further away. You know men and their ulterior motives all too well. 
“Have it your way, pretty thing,” he murmurs before his body lifts off the sofa. You can only stare, nerves stirring in the pit of your stomach while you watch him seamlessly float up to join you.
“Y’know it’s rude to lead a guy on like that?” he questions, pulling you closer while you blink up at him in disbelief. 
“W-wasn’t…” you shake your head, covering your body, “just taking what I needed.” You realise how selfish you sound now, but you were dying of hunger. 
“And what about me, hm?”
You can’t deny the way he’s making your heart race now with his brilliant eyes staring into yours. 
“You know what I need?” 
Spreading your legs with his thigh, he pushes under your dress and over your little thong that remained in place all evening.
“Let me give you something…” he mutters over your lips, your eyes jerking down to his bulge, making him chuckle.
“How about this, to start with?” a sly smile spreads over his features, his seductive tone making you shiver.
He slides the damp material to the side and sinks two fingers inside you slowly. 
You protest weakly, pushing at his wrist, which only makes him grin viciously and dig his long fingers in deeper. 
Massaging your clit with his thumb, he fingers you in midair and holds your body against his, loving how you start to relax and place your hands on his arms. 
“That’s it” he coos, pulling you into an intense kiss, his tongue all over yours in a messy display of lust. 
He starts curling his fingers now, knowing exactly how to get that warm pleasure building in your little body. He watches you spread yourself wider, taking him harder until your head spins and you lose balance. 
“A-ahh–” you let out a cry, feeling him catch you and steady you. 
“Easy, there you go”
“Th-thank you” you whisper between soft moans. 
“Oh,” he smiles, “didn’t know things like you had manners”
“S-stop calling me that!” you can barely get pissed off with the man, with the way he’s making you feel.
“Scary…” his eyebrows wiggle, his smile getting wider, “what’s a little thing like you gonna do?” 
“Stop it!!” you cry, pushing away suddenly and flapping up to the sparkly chandelier that’s mounted in the ceiling. 
To your shock his body flashes right in front of you with a wide grin on his face. You can’t process what just happened but he’s tugging you away from the light, letting out an unhinged laugh as an invisible force pushes you flat against the ceiling. 
“Now, now, you were takin’ my fingers so well,” he brings his body to hover right under yours, a menacing undertone surfacing in his voice.
Confusion and fear seep through you, your body frozen in place by some kind of telekinesis. Your lip trembles, watching his smile turn sinister while he snaps your thong off with a flick of his wrist.
“Would be a shame to stop there, hm?” 
He frees his cock again, pushing your dress up and teasing you with his smooth, wet tip, casually maintaining the immense pressure over your body.
“Mm, I was just tryna be nice, pretty thing,” he coos, pushing your hair away, “but now I’m afraid you have no choice…”
You shake your head vigorously, unable to even talk, your legs spreading wider for him against your will.
“Hm,” he chuckles, feeling your body start to grip at his cock, “suckin’ me in?” 
“It’s ok,” he coos and strokes your cheek, edging himself in, “m sure you can take it, pretty thing.”
Your body clenches up and struggles to take him, trembling with only half his length. That only gets him more worked up, pumping harder until he forces himself deeper.
You think he’s all the way in, your body relaxing slightly, until he sighs and slides in another few inches.
“Yeah that’s it,” he hums with satisfaction, feeling you clench and spasm around him while his fat tip pushes in places you didn’t know existed, “gunna fuck you dumb now.”
He fucks you hard against the ceiling, only getting rougher when he looks down your body, seeing your cream coating his shaft.
You can’t believe he’s doing this to you, splitting you open and forcing orgasm after orgasm from your depths.
This arrogant man, his condescending tones– you should be pushing him away, but you can barely breathe, your body in complete submission while your head spins with vertigo.
“Mm–mmmm–” you let out little vocalisations, your eyes flying wide as you helplessly grapple against his strength. 
“Nearly there,” he lets off an untamed growl, making you realise he’s nearly as far gone as you, “oh fuckkk me– gunna make such a mess of this pretty pussy” 
His mind lost to his carnal desires, his power suddenly pulses, a fresh wave of telekinetic energy slamming you harder.
He sucks and bites at your neck, his massive hands enclosing your hips, tugging you in and forcing himself deeper.
The corners of your vision start to blur, the pressure becoming too much, until you hear a crack in the ceiling above you. 
“Fuck–” he pants into your neck, “fuck, ‘m close– please, please hold out f’me, let me, let me fucking fill you– ha–ahhhh–” 
With a long groan he finally lets go, the extraordinary force over your body relaxing as he slowly pumps you full of his cum. 
“Nnh– ahh–” he hums and sighs, your bodies entangled in a mess of limbs and wings, gradually floating back down to his sofa. 
His muscular frame collides with the cushions and you sit up on him, getting your bearings after being suspended for so long. 
As he finally stops pumping, you’re overcome with a dizzying, joyful high that could leave you full for weeks. You kiss him all over, feeling totally enamoured, watching exhaustion claim his body. 
You realise you got off pretty lightly tonight, with only a few bruises on your arms and neck; a price you’re willing to pay to be as full as you are now. 
You can’t help but feel grateful, pressing kisses to his cheek with a soft whisper, “I shall let you rest now.”
Placing a blanket over him and a final kiss to his forehead you murmur your goodbyes, “Dream of me.”
You redress yourself and flutter to the window, taking one last glance at the beautiful man who cured your starvation.
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ii ⋆
You make your way back to the Academy where you’ve made a little nest in one of the old dormitories, so far undiscovered. 
You rest for a few days and soon find another sorcerer, nearly as tall and handsome as the first. But he seems a little preoccupied, having a particular routine of meeting a beautiful young woman in his office after hours.
Listening to them is one thing, but daring to enter and watch brings a whole new pleasure. You love how needy he is for her; the way she waits for him on his desk, just sitting pretty, until his big hands find her body and tug at her clothes, kissing her skin, leaving little marks.
You love watching her beg for more, and the sorcerer so willingly gives everything to her, until he’s stripping and fucking her slow and deep on his desk.
Oh, how you wish to be that woman.
Perhaps if you worked your way into both of their subconsciouses…? You start to think, pondering the possibility of having two mates.
But there’s something more in his eyes– it’s not just lust. He loves this woman. And you can’t deny anybody their sweet love.
You linger a little more, on the verge of defeat, until your invisibility slips one evening. 
The girl was stepping through the corridor towards his office when she first saw you, leaving you both startled. 
You presumed she would be scared by your strange appearance and non-human features, but instead she seemed intrigued, amazed even. 
She spoke to you respectfully and politely then took your hand and stepped into her lover’s office, “Come with me, let me introduce you to Kento!”
She sounds so excited, pulling you inside and bringing you to stand under the large frame of the man you’ve been stalking.
“Succubus?” He crooks an eyebrow, his gaze finding your slightly pointed ears and little wings. 
You just nod, feeling a little embarrassed under their curious stares.
“Um, so, I don’t know much about succubi but–” the woman hesitates, looking between her partner and you, “don’t you need… sex, to survive?”
Again, you nod sheepishly. 
“A-are you hungry?” She asks with a little smile.
Your eyes shine brightly, taking a liking to the girl’s line of questioning. Although you haven’t tried it, you’re pretty sure a woman’s essence would fill you just as well. 
“A- a little.” You reply quietly, overcome with greed.
You did take some of the most potent, filling pleasure you’ve had in a long time only days ago, so you’re not starved. But you could eat.
The man’s narrow eyes find the bruises on your neck, his gaze hanging there as he contemplates. 
“Satoru?”
You nod again, a blush starting to tingle your cheeks. 
“You’ve already been with him, hm?” He gives his partner a knowing look, “Shall we show you how a woman should really be treated?”
You’ve never been so excited in your damn life. It surges through your body and ends up coming out as a little flap of your wings and a rather humiliating squeak. 
And they show you exactly what you’ve been missing out on for all these years, with her soft lips over yours, his strong hands guiding you to perch on his desk– just how you’ve seen her many times before. 
They spread you and tease you and treat you to the most tantalising pleasure you’ve ever felt– both of them more generous and warm than your previous encounter. You know Satoru was stressed the day you went to him, so you’ll forgive him and probably go back for more once you’ve recovered.
But these two lovers are gentle and caring in their movements, making sure you get everything you need.
“Honey,” he speaks so softly– a voice of a man who’s completely satisfied and cared for– “sit up here, will you?”
He places his girl next to you on his desk, admiring the way your hand instinctively reaches out to hers, bringing her into a delicate kiss. You’ve never tasted anything so sweet.
You pull away when you feel Kento’s hand on your knee. He kisses his partner passionately, his hands working up both of your thighs to feel between your legs. You watch his tongue sliding over hers as she lets out the cutest whimpers. You wonder if that’s how you sound.
He pulls away with a look in his eyes that makes you tremble. And he’s not even looking at you. 
“Beautiful,” he whispers a compliment, now spreading the slick over both of your folds. 
He turns to you, his sharp eyes trailing over your semi-nude body, and with shock crossing your features you watch him kneel.
“W-why–” you stutter, only to find the woman’s hands turning you to face her.
“Just let him do it, ok sweetheart?” She coos, her voice sending tingles through your mind. 
“Do w-w–” your stammering is silenced when you feel his lips connect below, and hers over your mouth.
You’re used to draining men and stealing their pleasure, but receiving that pleasure is all new. 
You moan and squirm on the desk, your legs spread to allow the gorgeous man below you to enter you repeatedly with his tongue. He pushes you open and laps you up, placing his wide tongue over your folds then sucking and biting. 
He’s got that warm feeling going through you in no time while the beautiful girl next to you gives you a lesson on just how gently she can kiss.
Her lips tickle against yours while she sucks and tongues you like no man has ever done before. Her hands wander over your body and pinch at your little nipples, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to leave you gushing again.
You start to feel bad for the man below you– he must be drowning by now. But all you can hear is his moaning and the wet, slick sound of him drinking you. 
Once he’s taken his fill of you, he pulls away and gives his girl the same treatment. And you watch how he does it, amazed by how he’s shoving himself so deep between her legs– how can he even breathe!?
Needless to say, he doesn’t care. He’s wrapped up in pleasure giving and that’s all he can focus on, taking her waist in his hands and bringing her ever closer. 
You watch how she convulses and needily grabs at your body, pulling you closer and moaning over your lips with pupils so dilated you can barely see the colour of her eyes.
And she’s satisfied, her body relaxed while she strokes your hair and he pulls away.
Now you’re getting really excited, seeing what he’s doing next. He’s pulling the gorgeous woman onto the wooden floor of his office, then you, right next to her. And he is the one now perching on his desk.
You look up at the swell in his pants and yearn to finally taste him, your body going into overdrive when he slips himself out. 
You hesitate, looking at his girlfriend for a moment until she answers your unspoken question of who gets to go first.
“Come on, pretty girl, there’s enough for both of us,” she says with a smile, gently placing your eagerly waiting mouth over his large member.
And you suck and share him till he’s thrusting between your lips and getting close to his release. To your sheer amazement the girl pulls away and whispers in your ear, “You can taste him, sweetie.”
You squirm and take him all the way down, earning a loud moan from the man and a surprised giggle from the girl. 
“Wow!! You’re so good at that!” She strokes the back of your neck then stands up to face her gorgeous man.
“She’s deepthroating you so well… I can’t believe it. How does it feel, Ken?” She coos, tracing her fingertips over his marble like abs.
“F-feels s’good sweetie,” he replies as you swallow his massive tip over and over.
Of course, this is your go to, so you should be good at it. But it makes you feel proud to receive compliments from these two. The way they fuck often leaves you feeling desperate for it just like that. 
But now you’ve got his hips stuttering and his hand in your hair, you can only concentrate on his release.
You hum and moan over him, your lashes batting up to take fleeting glances over his body, his lips attached to his lover’s.
And he thrusts so deep and hard, finishing with a gruff moan and a tug of your hair– the only harsh movement you’ve felt all night.
You suck and swallow till he pushes you off and watches you lick up the mess on your chin, leaving you panting and giddy with pleasure.
Your stomach swells full with his seed, making more and more power surge through you. You’re going to be unstoppable soon, with all of this magical liquid you’re being given.
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A few days later, curiosity got the better of you once more, leading you to a labyrinth of deep, underground tunnels beneath the academy where you followed someone new.
This next one’s a little tricky because, like you, it seems that he’s not supposed to be here. He’s snooping around, evading the covered gaze of the white haired sorcerer. 
You slink through the dark tunnels after him, wondering how someone so large can be so silent. He has a strange energy around him– not like the rest. It’s unsettling. And this time it really does feel like he can see you, or sense you somehow, his dark eyes flashing each time he turns to look over his shoulder.
Your heart starts racing with every twist and turn in the claustrophobic tunnels, following him closely until you come to a fork in the pathway. 
Which way did he go? 
He seems to be near enough untraceable– no scent, no footprints. So you choose quickly and keep moving.
The adrenaline is pumping through your veins now while you retrace your footsteps, creeping along the dark pathways, panicking that you’re utterly lost down here... with that formidable man. 
You’re pacing around in the maze which is only getting darker, and possibly deeper, until you round a corner and he’s facing you.
His ears prick when you sharply intake a breath in shock, his narrow eyes somehow find yours, then his hand twitches.
He raises his arm, reaching out in front of him.
Pure terror holds you still, watching his hand grab for you.
He reaches your throat.
“Hm, there you are,” his lips curl into a pleased smirk. 
“Show yourself.”
You hesitate.
“Now.”
You obey, unwillingly, as he squeezes your windpipe.
“Hm,” he steps closer, figuring you out while you struggle for air.
You wriggle in his grip, your hands prying at his solid forearm while you take in little strangled breaths. 
“Succubus, right?” his voice drips with malice.
You nod rigidly, your eyes flicking over his features, only able to discern that he looks terrifying. 
His smile widens, seeing the fear in your eyes. 
“Hungry?” 
“Mm mm–” you shake your head.
“What do you mean, no? You already found some cock?”
He watches pink tinge your ears, letting out a dry laugh.
“Aw, you thought the sorcerers up there were cute, hmm?”
He hums and teases, watching you squeeze your eyes closed.
“Wonder if you met my pathetic excuse of a son…” he mutters absentmindedly, his grip on your neck becoming slack as he’s seemingly lost in thought.
You take this opportunity to duck and escape his hold, leaving you darting down the corridor with him hot on your heels.
You hurtle through the tunnel, flapping and running for your life while his footsteps echo in your ears. You feel him mere inches behind you, your body halted and the pathway spinning when his powerful arms secure around your waist. 
He caught you so easily, his torso pressed up against your back with his hand over your nose and mouth. 
“You’ve got nowhere to go, little one”
“Mmm– mmmpph–” you cry into his palm, writhing and pushing on his chest your wings. 
“Trying to escape will only make it worse,” you feel his hot breath in your ear again.
You soon realise it’s not a fair fight against his sheer size and strength, your body slumping in defeat. 
“Now,” he breathes in deeply, his lips ghosting your cheek, leaving goosebumps in their wake, “I’m gonna fill you better than any of those spineless fuckers up there.”
His free hand starts to massage between your legs while your eyes get heavy, the corners of your vision starting to fade from the lack of oxygen. 
“‘m gonna fill you up to... here” he traces his hand up your stomach, “no, here.”
He finally catches on that you’re about to pass out, moving his hand from your mouth back to your throat. 
You gasp and choke while he tugs your dress and panties away, splitting your labia and circling your clit. 
Despite being afraid for your life, what he’s doing to you is stirring a deep, longing arousal that leaves you feeling disgusted.
You don’t want this. You don’t want him. 
But your shaking and squirming is only urging him on, laughing bitterly at your stupid attempts to free yourself.
Removing his fingers, you feel him push his cock through your thighs, making you let out a little sob. 
Fuck, he’s too big. 
“N-nnn- pl- pl-” you only manage little stutters, shaking your head  while his hand still squeezes you tight. 
“Pretend you don’t want this. S’fine with me.”
He mutters in your ear and you can only feel his heavy bulge swelling thicker, leaving you alarmed and trying to peer back at him, desperate to see how big he is before he ruins you. 
Your look of worry earns another snicker. “Yes, sweetie, I’m gonna be bigger than all the pathetic lowlifes you’ve taken up there, might hurt you a little. Sorry bout that”
His conceited words, laced with twisted sadism, are enough to convince you that he’s not sorry.
In fact, you’re getting an inclination that every pained moan he’s dragging from your lips is making him want you more.
As much as that should have you trembling and begging for him to stop, you only find yourself spreading your legs wider.
“So fucking eager”
He finally releases your throat, tugging at your hair now. 
“You wanna good fucking, hm?” he growls in your ear. 
“N-no, can’t–!” your voice contradicts your body once again. 
“Think you’re lying”
“Let’s see what you’ve got to say when I get this cock inside you, hm?” he threatens, dragging himself over your shamefully soaked entrance. 
You know it’s gonna hurt, so you brace yourself, finding that his arrogant warning was completely and utterly justified. 
“I, I can’t, no please don’t– fuck!” you let out shrill cries, feeling him spread you over his tip, his thumb digging into your skin.
“You can. And you fucking will” he sibilates. 
He splits you wider, forcing himself into your too small hole. 
“Yeah, let me in, like that– fuck yes you dirty little girl, squeeze me tighter” 
You never knew you could feel like this. The pain is overwhelming, making tears streak down your face, but the pleasure has you pushing on the wall and humping his cock like a horny fucking mess. 
He laughs, squeezing at your ass while he fucks you greedily. 
And you can tell, now that he’s turning you to face him, grinning and watching you sob, that this man is evil to his core.
He fucks you deep and hard, nearly lifting you off the ground with his brutal thrusts, only for your body to meet the cold, hard wall in front. 
His face inching closer as if to intimidate you more, he sneers, his dark eyes glowering as he seems to feed off your fear. 
But you’re feeding off his pleasure now, squirming as your echoed moans travel down the dark, dingy tunnel. 
He feels you spasm and he bucks his hips harshly, grunting and enjoying the pressure over his erection.
“Hm, knew you were nothing but a slutty little concubine,” he hisses, “made for stealing cum.”
“Well now you’re getting it– fuck, take it you little slut–” he growls and ejaculates so hard into your core it extends your orgasm, leaving you panting, your heart pounding in your chest. 
You’re lost in a trance, oozing full of this wicked man’s seed. You weren’t even hungry, but this excess will only make you stronger so you take every last drop. 
He finally releases you, letting you fall to your knees as your vision starts to blur. 
“I hope you come looking for me again” he hisses his final words in your ear then steps away, your body succumbing to fatigue. 
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Regaining consciousness and making it out of the tunnels after your feverish experience, you’ve taken to hiding in your little dormitory, only venturing out to stretch your wings now and then.
You’re out for an evening stroll when you notice a particular dark haired sorcerer you haven’t seen before. You were only going to the vending machine to get a soda, but you may be getting a bit distracted.
Using your invisibility, you step to the side of the illuminated machine and watch him approach, shoving some coins in and selecting his desired drink.
He looks pissed off. And tired.
He snatches the can of coffee from the machine and starts striding away. You follow him on impulse, ignoring the nagging voice telling you this is dangerous, don’t you remember what happened last time?
You get to his apartment door, but you at least have the sense not to enter tonight. 
He shrugs off his jacket and approaches the window, where you’re hovering just outside, peeking through the open curtains. Squinting his eyes, he peers into the night and seems to make direct eye contact with you. You panic momentarily, flitting about, until you realise he’s looking through you, at the moon. 
He sighs, rubs his forehead and rests his head in his palms, leaning on the windowsill. 
He looks deep in thought, perhaps worried. But that doesn’t take away from his breathtaking beauty, especially in the starlight.
He tilts his head up, allowing you to see his pretty features, and you watch the way his deep blue eyes stare so longingly, his dark lashes batting with every tired blink. He runs a hand over his neck, ruffling his inky black mess of hair, and to your pleasure he reaches further back, tugging his t-shirt up and pulling it over his head. 
You can see his whole upper body now, illuminated in the pale glow of the moon.
He’s enchanting. 
You watch him for a moment longer, your eyes lingering lower and lower, until he pulls the curtains closed and you hear him step away. 
In your agitated disappointment you try to follow him from the outside, searching for another window. But to your dismay you find his bathroom blinds closed as you hear him turn on the shower, so you withdraw for the night and return to your room. 
During the following days you cannot get his image out of your mind. You desperately chase after him, but he’s just so busy you can barely keep up. 
You watch him work like a dog, up to his nose in assignments and missions, some with other sorcerers, most by himself. He sometimes advises students when he gets time, but he seems too busy to be involved in teaching like some of the others. Whatever his role is, he seems to be working himself to the bone, leaving him exhausted. 
You hear the students calling his first name in the corridors… how rude, you think. 
But you get to hear his name, nonetheless. 
Megumi.
And you commit it to your memory, each syllable seared into your mind never to forget. 
At the end of each day you watch him trudge to his apartment, sometimes with stacks of books and supplies, other times with blood stained uniform, sometimes both. 
Despite his punishing schedule, the man still finds time for himself, allowing you to watch his routines as you start following him closely, daring to enter his cosy home. 
You’ve seen his nighttime habits play through for the whole week, and on Friday it’s the same deal; showering, eating, cleaning, relaxing. He often reads or perches on the small balcony, sometimes playing music to fill the silence of his solitude. Perhaps he likes it like this. He seems quite content.
You watch him flick off the stereo, turn the lights down and head to bed, humming softly to himself. He sets his book on the bedside table and you know your favourite part is coming next. 
Every time you see him you have to bite your lip so tight so you don’t make a noise.
But you can’t take your eyes away when he strips himself. 
He gets into bed and to your surprise, doesn’t pick up his book. 
He props himself up against the headboard and his hand starts running down his defined chest and abs. 
Oh my god, he’s finally masturbating! 
You manage to hold back a delighted squeak and watch him massage himself, the covers pulled over where you need to see him most. 
But he grunts and sighs until there’s an incredible tent in his sheets. 
Wow. Your mouth hangs open. 
He gets hotter, his pent up frustrations building, until he rips the covers down and exposes himself fully. 
“Oh” you accidentally whimper out loud, seeing his erection for the first time.
Luckily he didn’t hear you over his heavy breathing, and your hand was already covering your mouth in anticipation of letting something slip. 
You watch him in his pleasure filled state, his usual frown replaced by bite swollen lips and flushed cheeks. His eyebrows bunch up, his mouth hanging open with a quiet moan. His hips stutter and quiver looking as though he’s about to release, but his hand only slows.
Oh fuck. 
You have to start touching yourself to the sight of him. It’s very rare that you do this, the pleasure does not satiate you, but tonight you can’t resist. You want to feel connected to him. 
Your fingers snake down into your soaked panties and you start tracing your clit while he edges himself.
You catch up with him quickly, bringing yourself up to the precipice of a hard orgasm only for him to stop again. You let a little whimper slip and your body freezes, in tandem with his. 
Then you go again, watching him look down as if to question what he’s doing to himself. You follow his pace carefully, tapping yourself in sync with his pumping.
This time his abs start clenching up and you watch the way his waist dips in so beautifully. You can tell he’s going to do it this time, now his jerking and thrusting is getting harder and faster. 
Out of all his sexual pleasure and beauty, the sight that brings you down is him spitting on his cock. 
Your body trembles and clenches around absolutely nothing, watching him get dripping wet, thighs shaking, and he finally releases his hot load over his abs. 
You watch him deliver a few final tugs until he reaches for some tissues. 
In your countless experiences of edging men, you’ve never seen one do it to himself and enjoy it so much. Although he’s just finished, you can’t wait to see him like that again. Hopefully next time you’ll be the one giving him such feverish pleasure. 
That night has only added fuel to the raging fires of your hunger and desire for this man. 
Desperate to get your fix of him, you get to work entering his dreams and finding your way into his fantasies. 
To your disadvantage, despite his exhaustion after each long day, he’s tough and ever so resilient, making it difficult to break down the fortified walls of his mind. 
It takes you multiple attempts for him to finally let you in, but when he gives in to your temptations, you get him whimpering in seconds and cumming in minutes. It’s a rushed meal, but you’re starving and the way he’s moaning is giving you exactly what you need. It’s like pure ecstasy, his body taking you higher than any man you’ve tasted before. 
And you get addicted. 
You visit him over and over. 
He trudges home. You follow. 
He takes care of himself. You watch. 
He gets into bed. You enter his dreams. 
Again and again, you appear before him and take your fill. 
During your visits he’s usually out cold, in a deep, restless sleep, but as the weeks pass you notice his eyes starting to flicker open, still seeming too tired to acknowledge you properly. 
But he sees you. And you stare into those dark blue irises that hide secrets in their depths. 
From Megumi’s perspective, he realises he’s been feeling very sexually satisfied recently. He feels hornier and he’s getting turned on so easily. 
One day he’s settling down on the sofa after cleaning his apartment and your image enters his mind. He gets so turned on from the thought of you and slowly starts to realise what you’ve been doing to him. 
He ponders it for a moment then looks down to find himself growing hard. 
You watch this predicament unfold from outside. You know exactly what’s happening. The look of confusion and anger that initially crosses his features, slowly clouded by a look of desire. 
You hover for a moment longer and notice how he’s rubbing himself through his trousers. That isn’t going to work, you think. 
After your countless evenings in his bed, you finally work up the courage to present yourself to him tonight. 
So you gently tap at the window, peeking through and revealing yourself. 
To your relief, he isn’t startled, but approaches the window with a curious expression. 
“It’s you…” 
You hear him through the panes of glass. 
You nod with a shy smile, watching him slide the catch and pull the window open. 
“Come in”
You shift around awkwardly then flutter in, and he watches you land on the carpeted floor of his living room. 
And before you utter a word to each other, you’re drawn closer and he pulls you in. 
The way he treats you makes your ego swell. He’s giving you the softest kisses and placing such respectful, thoughtful touches over your body. 
“You’ve been in my head,” he breathes out between your passionate movements, “in my dreams?” He sounds confused, disbelieving, perhaps. 
You nod, gripping his hands as he continues sliding his tongue over yours, clearly not dissuaded by your immoral actions. 
“I, I needed to…” you whisper into the small gap between your lips. 
“You needed…” he looks down, “this?” 
His hand works over the bulge in his pants and you nod hesitantly, your lip between your teeth. 
He looks up at you again and finally smiles. Your stomach flips, your eyes flying wide as if you can take in any more of his beauty. 
It’s a little cocky, more of a smirk, but his eyes light up regardless, seeing the way you’re looking up at him so innocently. 
“Hey, don’t act all coy…” his smile grows, teasing you now, “how many times have you sucked me off already?” 
How he’s acting, how he’s speaking to you, how he looks– how have you found a man so perfect? 
He’s got you all muddled up, your eyes blinking at him slowly, his question entering your ears and flooding to your cheeks. 
“I– I… don’t know” 
“No, neither do I,” his little smile is making you dizzy now, “but I’d like you to do it again, if that’s ok?” 
You’re amazed. You can’t believe he’s offering himself to you– a winged, pointy eared, sharp toothed demon– so freely. 
“A-are, are you sure?”
You look down over your body, suddenly doubting yourself. 
But you get butterflies through your chest when he tilts your chin up again, your face resting in his cool, firm hand. 
“It’s more like, I need you.” He pauses, looking down, “My body… reacts to you.” He looks up again, his thumb tracing your chin. 
All of your hesitation is dispelled when you hear his next words. 
“I want you.”
With that, you drop to your knees and let him get inside you as quickly as possible. 
He yanks down his pants and frees his hard cock, slipping himself between your eagerly waiting lips. 
“Ohhh, fuck,” he slides in and he gives you more than you can take, fucking your throat and getting you drooling and messy. 
But he’s in a state himself, bucking his hips while trying desperately to ease his hard grip on your hair. You only encourage him, moaning and taking him deeper every time he pulls. 
“You like that?”
“Mm, mmmm” you hum over him, loving every second of him fulfilling his instincts, his deepest pleasure filled urges becoming reality. 
“Fuck– good, I like a girl who can take it a bit rough–” he mutters between his now laboured breaths.
“Wanted to fuck your pretty mouth like this… before–” his eyes squeeze closed, his head falling back, allowing you to feast your gaze on his neck and jaw. 
The way he compliments you with such dirty words gets you gushing. You swear you could absorb pleasure from his voice alone. 
A thought suddenly dawns on him while his abs are clenching up, the familiar feeling of his impending release flooding through his body. 
“I-I don’t even know– your name?” he huffs, questioning you, but you don’t stop. You can’t stop now. However much he seems to love edging, you can’t do it tonight. You need him. 
So you suck and feel him shake and deliver the hot mess you’ve been craving, taking every drop, its potency ten fold now you’re taking his conscious, consenting pleasure. 
You drink in his every shaky vocalisation, watching him come down as you clean him off, pulling away and admiring him from below. 
After licking your lips and enjoying your meal, you peer up at him and finally answer his question. 
“y/n. I’m a succubus. Nice to meet you.”
From there, you entered a rather curious relationship with the dark haired sorcerer, striking up a deal so you can get a reliable fill. 
He agrees, under the condition that you’ll let him have sex with you and won’t go to any other man. 
His eyes look so stern when he tells you, “I want you for myself.” 
You nod in agreement, his every gesture thus far telling you that he’s not going to hurt you, and that for once, you’ve found a man who needs you as much as you need him. 
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don't ask why toru n megumi's parts are so longg no comment on the cheesy ending see you in hell!
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kneelingshadowsalome · 8 months
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Thinking about Succubus!Reader who appears in Ghost's room a few hours before dawn 🫦
You always get summoned to the loneliest individuals among mortal men, and never meet the same male twice (otherwise they would know it wasn't, in fact, simply a wet dream)
But this male is not like the others…
He's wearing a mask in his sleep, and the skull reminds you of the familiar horrors you sometimes see on your plane. He is both scary and inviting, truly a sight for sore eyes, strong and burly, sleeps naked, like lonely men almost always do. He's already hard, and stirring in his sleep – it doesn't matter that he's fully awake because he will think it's only another dream when he wakes up.
This man doesn't say anything as you climb on top of him, only welcomes you by grabbing your hips with hard, demanding hands. He adores you openly with his stare as if you're some rare treat that dropped in his lap and he's not going to ruin his luck by asking questions.
His cock is broad and blunt, just like the rest of him. Due to your powers you can feel his loneliness and pain, the depth of hollow sorrow inside him. He's like a dried well, waiting for a summer rain that never comes.
But when you take him inside and start to ride him, you can feel something else: a wave of hope, even a flicker of mirth. It's like a drop of warm milk in a pool of a dark, murky pond.
You know you have the power to bring brief moments of happiness to these mortals through copulation. You're a dream, a fantasy, a connection deeper than years of any dedicated bond, but the emotion inside this man swells to such painful heights that it causes you to cry out in pleasure and pain.
He grips you harder as you ride him through the waves of ecstasy, the strong hips under you buck up as he tries to get deeper inside the sanctuary only you can provide. You're used to taking men, riding them until they beg under you, but this time, you have to take support of his broad chest.
This man in a skull mask takes you – and you succumb to his lead like a supple young demon, watching how the plates of his chest tense with exertion under your palms. The dark eyes hold you captive like he's the demon here.
He gifts his seed with a deep, anguished roar; it erupts from under the skull and sends ripples across your scalp, and even if you don't possess the gift of reading minds, you can almost hear this mortal's thoughts: fucking hell you feel good, so tight and wet around him, soft and bloody sweet there on top if him, giving him the night of his life…
He holds you after as you lie on top of his strong body, limp and soft and purring. His pain is diluted now, the warm milk spreads inside the pond, and you feel the thick, calloused pads of his fingers caress your spine and neck. You breathe in sync like you've always belonged together, here, just like this.
Dawn is upon you, and the laws of this world and yours demand that you go back. You never tell the males that you're about to leave: it would be useless to listen to their pleas. But this time, you feel the desperate need to explain yourself, or at least say something and not just vanish like it was all just a dream.
"I have to go," you whisper in his language – you haven't talked in ages and are surprised at how smooth your voice sounds; like warm, soothing music.
His grip on you tightens, and you feel a fleeting sadness and despair, far deeper than any words can convey.
"Stay for a bit," he asks; his voice is deep, gravelly, almost like a soft command. You know without tapping into his emotions that you're the first being this man has ever asked to stay.
He's already torn between dream and waking, senses that you're far more real than he originally thought. It's dangerous – you've never, ever stayed this long. No one has ever held you like this after copulating.
You reach to brush your fingertips over the skull, tracing the bone and wishing you could touch his real face. It's also a spell that slowly sends him back to sleep and releases him from your illusion; the woman who slowly dissolves until his arms embrace nothing, until he will wake up holding only himself.
"Don't... go..." is the last thing you hear before he falls asleep, and you fall a thousand miles back to where you came from.
Back on your plane, you feel the first tear in centuries escape the corner of your eye. Your prayer, however, is the first one ever as you beg, beg for anyone who can hear you, to send you back to him, just one more time…
But who would hear the prayers of succubi?
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lizziecanrailme · 11 months
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Dream or Reality?
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Succubus!reader
Summary: Wanda’s been longing for someone to fill her needs. Luckily, you’re there to grant her wish.
Warning: SMUT | sub!wanda | Somnophilia (kinda idk) I hope that doesn’t make anyone uncomfortable | breast play | 🤷🏾‍♀️ | overstimulation | basically porn with little plot |
A/N: I spent like a week trying to finish this cause I kept getting distracted. @d34c1 :)
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Wanda breathed a sigh while she got ready for bed. A towel was wrapped around her, as she had just gotten out the shower. Her hair was wet, dripping down her back.
The TV was on, playing a random modern tv show. She didn’t really feel like putting clothes on. Shrugging her shoulders, she got into the bed, not minding her wet hair. She looked at her phone, seeing a few messages from her friends.
She put her phone on the nightstand, looking at the TV. Soon enough, her vision started to blur and was fading to black.
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It wasn’t long before she woke up. Well, she didn’t really feel awake. She groaned groggily, still feeling tired. The TV was still on, a random commercial playing.
At the corner of her eye, she saw a silhouette. Her eyes widen, her fight or flight immediately acting. Except, she couldn’t move, she tried hard to move her body but she couldn’t. The black figure took a step closer, head tilting.
Wanda suddenly chose to still, struggling wouldn’t help her. Her heart was beating extremely fast, almost beating outside her chest. The figure stopped right beside her. Staring with its bright white eyes.
It leaned down to her face, in the darkness wanda couldn’t see their face. Although the slight glow of their eyes gave her little light.
Her eyes widened more than they already were. This..creature was unmistakably beautiful, their features capturing her attention. She felt a little fascinated by their dark horns and wings.
She held her breath as the creature climbed into the bed. They sat at the edge for a bit, until they slowly started crawling towards her.
Wanda couldn’t help but feel anxious, anyone would in this situation.
As they crawled, Wanda swallowed down the anxious feeling. A small smirk crept upon your face, causing her to look confused. As you were close enough, you leaned down to her face again. This time you didn’t just look at her, but kissed her. She gasped, the sound muffled by her your mouth.
You continued to kiss her, lust already overtaken your senses. Wanda slowly kissed back, moaning when you lightly bit her lip. You pulled away, and stared at her as she gasped for air.
“Do you want this?” you asked, waiting for her consent. She was thrown off track by your slightly deep voice. Her widened eyes stared at you but she nodded.
Your hand slipped up her shirt, hands aiming for her breasts. You pinched and rolled her nipples between your fingers. Wanda’s eyes were closed, her mouth wide open, low whimpers coming through.
She felt unbearably sensitive, her orgasm only seconds away. You noticed this, and began to insert your fingers inside her. Keeping them at a regular pace. She yelped as felt herself gush around your fingers.
You slowed down a little, but you didn’t stop. Loving her facial expressions and the sounds she let out.
It was a strange feeling for you. You only had sex with people for your own pleasure. But for the first time, you truly wanted to give someone pleasure.
It went on for a while, until she begged you to stop.
“Please! P-please stop,” she begged, her voice cracking, “I can’t take it anymore.” You stared but proceeded to remove your fingers. Hearing her groan in relief, ragged breaths escaped her mouth.
You climbed from on top of her, sitting back on your knees. You stayed there for a while, watching as her breath began to calm. You weren’t sure what to do, you were supposed to leave immediately, but you didn’t.
You decided to stay till she fell asleep, which wasn’t long. You went back over to her, hovering over her face. You studied her before placing a small kiss on her sweaty forehead.
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Wanda gasped as she sat up, looking around rapidly. Searching for the..creature she just encountered. She saw nothing, but her usual bedroom.
Her eyebrows furrowed, confused of the strange dream she had. It didn’t seem like a dream, she hoped it was. Although some part of her hoped it wasn’t.
She now felt empty, like she was nothing without you.
But you’re a stranger, how could she possibly get so attached?
Maybe she’ll see you in her dreams again.
So she slept
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A/N: this was kinda good
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demigoddessqueens · 1 year
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i just thought of a continuation of your helluva boss assassin succubus reader post. Where they come home and find the reader trying to bandage their injured arm.
With prompts, "honey I'm home." 25. "If you hadn't rushed in, you wouldn't have gotten hurt!!" "tis just a scratch." (Not on the lists but I added it for fun.) And Small kisses littered across the other’s face from kissing prompt.
Oh yeah, that was a while back.
I forgot which characters I wrote for so I’ll try and make up a list for the mains 😉
Summary: y/n is a succubus who got injured on the job
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Blitz
A whole mess, like in “who hurt my baby?!” kinda way. doesn’t hesitate being your 24/7 personal nurse
Loona
A bit freaking out, and asks Blitz a lot for help. Will insist on cuddling with/near you that night
Moxie & Millie
He’s freaking out and trying to tend to your wounds, and Millie is sharpening her knives in a whole “who was it??!”. You couldn’t have asked for more protective or sweet imps
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Fizzaroli/Asmodeus
First off, they’re all over you! What do you need? Who was it? Are you ok? Although Asmodeus (“Ozzie”) is more of a fretting mess
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Verosika
How dare they?! A dirty lowlife who dare touches, let alone hurt, her babe?? Sure, she’ll constantly fret over you, but it comes from a place of caring.
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Stryker
Oh he’s “angry” angry! That rattling tail just vibrates and you know he’s already plotting, scheming his revenge on who did this to his darling!
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Bonus: Stolas
A flurry flustered mess of feathers! He puts your needs and recovery first but be warned! He will use every and any connection to find the one who’s hurt you
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sinner-as-saint · 1 year
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Is it ok to ask for morpheus
Dream x succubus reader
Dream meets someone in another persons dream only to find out its a succubus . R is too innocent as a newly tansformed demon she didnt intend to hurt someone it was out of hunger
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Themes: smut, succubus!reader
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He knows what you are the moment he sees you of course, but he didn't expect to find you in the state that he did.
You were stressed, worried and scared. And in front of you, in his own bed was a passed out man.
"What did you do, demon?" He asked in that voice that was deep and smooth and darker than the depths of hell.
"I didn't touch him, I promise," You said quickly, seeming a little on the verge of tears. "I guess I... I couldn't ease into it. I was so, so hungry and he passed out just as soon as he saw me." You spoke sheepishly and Morpheus could easily tell that you weren't new to this.
You didn't have the arrogance of most succubi. You were a little uncomfortable yourself. The sight of a slightly shy and awkward succubus made Morpheus smirk just a little, mainly because it was so rare but also because you seemed oblivious to how dangerously, hauntingly beautiful you were.
"Come with me." Was all he said and he reached out to grab your wrist.
You merely blinked and all of a sudden, you were no longer in that man's bedroom. You were somewhere equally as dark, just more spacious.
"Where are we?" You asked, eyeing Morpheus with a cautious stare. He could tell you were still on the edge. Especially when you asked with a shaky, lowered voice, "Who are you?"
"I am Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless. This is my realm."
Your heart raced just a little faster as you took in the man standing in front of you. Somehow, he seemed more powerful than earlier now that he was where he belonged - in his kingdom. He was so alluring it scared you. And you couldn't look away, no matter how hard you tried.
"I... I shouldn't be here." You said. "I have to go back."
Morpheus smirked as he stepped closer to you. "Do you? I thought you were hungry, little demon."
Well now that he mentioned it...
Breathlessly you answered, "I am." You were enchanted, entranced just looking into his eyes - like two pools of stars, bright and mysterious but so, so beautiful.
Morpheus took another step forward, you took one back. And again, and again until you were trapped between him and a cold wall. Your wings tensed up behind you and he noticed.
"Then I can't send you off while you're still hungry, can I? That would make me a terrible," He leaned closer to whisper into your ear, "...terrible host." He reached out with a finger and traced the outer edge of your wing, knowing damn well that it was a sensitive, highly erogenous zone. "What do you say, demon? You know I can satiate your hunger."
You almost whined as he traced mindless circles on your wing. "Please," You whimpered, clenching your thighs together.
Morpheus' eyes glowed in this darker part of the room. "Shh," He cooed, "Come here," He whispered, stepping closer, "I'll take care of you."
His hands were on you immediately. Caressing, petting and fondling your warm body while his mouth carefully kissed yours. He was slow and caring for just a minute or two before he turned ravenous.
Nibbling and biting and grabbing you to pull you closer, to press your scantily clad body to his dark, cool clothes.
"Poor little demon," He whispered against your open mouth while his hand found its way in between your legs. "I can feel your hunger. You want this so badly, don't you?"
Your tail instinctively wrapped itself around his wrist, pulling his hand closer to where you desperately needed him. "Please," You whimpered again, grinding against his fingers the moment he touched you.
"There you go," He encouraged, "Take what you need."
His fingers slipped inside you, stroking you until you were purring like a kitten in his arms. Your face contorting in pleasure, your wings splayed behind you, your tail wrapping tighter around his wrist as he made you come all over his hand. That little bit of energy you absorbed from him was enough but he wasn't done yet.
Morpheus had your legs wrapped around him while your wings hurt just the slightest bit as he pressed you against the wall and kissed you even harder, deeper.
"You want more, don't you, little demon?"
You nodded, pulling away just a little to look down and watch how he buried his cock into you. You whined, watching your body swallow all of him deliciously. You moaned breathlessly as he sped up and started pounding into you. You whimpered, feeling all of him just stretching you out, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you.
You could hear your moans echo around the room, along with his grunts and groans. You took a little more from him and you could feel the energy coursing through you - making your orgasm feel even better.
With one final thrust, Morpheus came inside you with a strained groan which only made you clench harder around him. You were both breathless and satiated at the end of that quick fuck.
"There you are," He cooed, "All happy and full, hmm?" He smirked, caressing your cheek one last time before he said, "Now be a good little demon, and go home."
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lipglossanon · 4 months
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okay hear me out,,,,,, re4 remake leon and he’s essentially assigned to a succubus, like she’s a failed experiment- too human, not monster enough but monster enough if you know what i mean 😏 and he’s essentially asked to keep her as a pet because she can’t live on her own but i know you said you wanted to wrap up some series and i feel like this could become a series but like,, i’m now so obsessed with leon having a pet sex demon and he’s so confused because she’s like a little lap dog and he even has permission to take her to work if he is to work in the office because of Government Reasons™️ and she has a bed under his desk and uses his shoes as a pillow while he works, eventually she climbs into his lap and starts purring absolutely freaking him out but when he figures it out he’s fine with it and spends their time at home seeing what makes her purr 🥵 also like him getting her a collar and her crying because she’s very much a creature not like a hybrid but like a hybrid/cryptid thing and she feels soooooo overwhelmed that someone would want to keep her that she doesn’t leave him the entire day and that’s when they have sex for the first time and he’s getting comfortable with having her around to point they’re forming routines and he’s helping her blend in in public but still letting her be a little creature/animal at home to help her relieve some stress 😉
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(okay but like older leon and sex demon,,,, like he’s practically ready to retire and he’s been given this failed experiment to babysit and he’s so grumpy and cranky but she’s so sweet and just oblivious to him being annoyed that when he snaps at her for accidentally getting into his office she cries and he just looses it because he feels so bad and that when he starts to realize she isn’t like all of the things he’s killed and that’s why he was given her because she’s not a monster just forced to be one and he spends more time getting to know her and even asking to take her to work to figure out more about her like i could go on forever 🤭)
💀 anon! I love this idea!!
Both ideas actually 🤭 re4 make Leon who’s just kinda like going with the flow and then grumpy older Leon who comes to realize she’s harmless and actually sweet 🥺
Maybe Leon doesn’t even realize what a succubus is so he’s kinda thrown off by being so drawn to her and wanting her in all kinds of ways and then finally when it clicks for him he’s very much living out all of his fantasies that she’s very obviously down for 🤭
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xxbimbobunnyxx · 8 months
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True form
(Steddie x Succubus!Reader)
Summary: You’re nervous to show your human boyfriends your true succubus form. But you learn pretty quickly you have absolutely nothing to worry about.
Warnings: Nudity, sexual themes, some neck kissing, monster/human relationships. Nothing too crazy but if I missed any let me know!! Either way my blog is as always 18+MNDI
A/N: This is just a little Drabble about the characters from my fic The Pull, when I originally wrote that story I was a bit nervous to make her look as inhuman as I wanted to so I’ve been working on this blurb for a bit about her showing them her most true form. Just a cute lil slice of life moment. Wk: 896
“Hold up… so you’re telling me… you’ve been hiding something THAT sexy from us the entire time!?” Your boyfriend Eddie shoots up from where he was lounging on the couch to face you and you snort at his antics.
“I mean… I didn’t know how you would feel about it. There’s definitely been people who were into it but mostly I don’t really show that part of myself, I wasn’t hiding it exactly… I just didn’t mention it.”
“You really thought Eddie wouldn’t be into you having a full on demon thing going on? I thought you were getting to know us baby, but maybe I was wrong.” Your other boyfriend, Steve, who is sitting on the opposite end of the couch teases.
“It’s not that! It definitely crossed my mind because he’s a freak-“
“Hey! I take offense to that, you know!” Eddie huffed.
“You know I mean it in the best way baby…” you bit your lip and winked at him. “But what I was saying is… I’m self conscious about it and I didn’t know how YOU would feel about it Stevie so I just kind of kept it to myself.”
“Sweetheart, I think you’re the hottest fucking thing to ever walk this earth and nothing can change that, not even some horns and a tail.”
“AND wings…” you responded, still self conscious.
“I’ll still love you, WINGS and all. Also did you forget our boyfriend is a literal goblin?”
That made you snort out a laugh. Something you’ve learned about Steve is he always knew what to say to reassure you no matter how big or how small your anxieties were he was always able to comfort you through them with ease. Not that Eddie didn’t, he just had a very different approach, more of a “I’ll roll you a joint and you can smoke it while I give you head” kind of comfort. Which was great too, but sometimes you just needed Steve’s calm voice and soft touches.
“Okay then… I’ll show you.” You stood up and stripped yourself, before closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. On your exhale three things happened, little black horns started growing out of the top of your head, the cutest little pointed black tail popped up behind you, and pretty little black wings that reminded Eddie of the bats he had tattooed on his arm grew from your back.
“Holy fuuuuuckkk” Eddie groaned. “You’ve been hiding this from me? God damn baby you look so sexy.” He shifted in his seat, adjusting himself. You could sense his arousal and it not only reassured you but made your mouth water.
“There’s… one more thing. If you want.” You bit your lip in looked into his eyes, yours now that pretty crimson color that almost seemed to glow. When you smiled at him expectantly he could see your fangs and he couldn’t imagine how it could get better than this.
But before he could respond Steve spoke up “There’s more? How could you get any sexier than you are right now? Because shit honey… I never thought I’d be as into this as I am but you’re killing me.”
Your pupils dilate instantly when you look over at him. His beautiful brown eyes blown wide, his prominent bulge in his tight jeans, his jaw clenched. You wanted to fucking sink your teeth into his neck and taste his blood. You’ve yet to do that, or even tell them that’s something you want, but god you know they’d taste so good.
“Okay Stevie, I’ll show you.” You took a deep breath and when you released it just like before you had changed. Your skin was now the same shade of red as your eyes, your wings outstretched proudly on your back, your tail slightly moving from side to side, that sexy little mark on your lower stomach, and those beautiful black horns sitting so pretty on your head. You were magnificent, otherworldly.
“Fucking shit, come here.” Eddie outstretched his hand for you to take as you approached him. “You are by far the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen. My little infernal princess.” He kissed the back of your hand, his lips plush and soft against your burning skin.
Steve reached for your other hand to gain your attention and fuck did he look good. His hair was a little disheveled from running his hand through it and the look in his eyes was fucking feral.
“I can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t like this… Eddie’s right, you’re magnificent, ethereal even.” He kissed each individual one of your fingertips, bringing his lips to your palm and down your arm before pulling you down on the couch between him and your shared boyfriend, careful not to crush your wings or tail. Eddie rests his hand on your bare thigh, leaning his head down to kiss along your neck, collar bones, and shoulder. Steve does the same on the opposite side of you, both their hands inching closer to where you wanted them, their mouths moving down your chest. You had never felt more beautiful, content, and full of love. You wanted to bask in this feeling for the rest of your long life. You knew you couldn’t, but for right now you allowed your heart to feel full and just enjoy this moment with your boys, allowing them to worship you. Every part of you.
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twistiraki · 1 year
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A Magic Worth Keeping: The Price of Love
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‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗ TᗯIᔕTEᗪ ᗯOᑎᗪEᖇᒪᗩᑎᗪ Pairing Azul x Succubus!Reader Warnings Suggestive ‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗
Azul Ashengrotto was browsing through the library when he came across a mysterious book. He was drawn to it, his curiosity piqued. As he began to study the strange spells within, he stumbled upon one that promised to summon a creature of immense power and beauty.
Intrigued, Azul gathered the necessary ingredients and performed the spell. A stunning demon appeared before him, her eyes gleaming with power. "Who are you?" Azul asked, his guard up.
"I am Y/N," she replied. "You have summoned me, magician."
Azul was taken aback by Y/N's beauty and power. He was used to being the one in control, but he felt a strange sense of unease around her. "What are you capable of?" he asked, trying to maintain his composure.
"I have many powers," Y/N replied, a hint of a smirk on her lips. "But I require a steady supply of energy to keep them up. And that's where you come in, magician."
Azul felt a shiver run down his spine at the way Y/N spoke. He knew he should be cautious, but something about her drew him in. "What do you want from me?" he asked, still wary.
"Nothing that you can't provide," Y/N said, stepping closer to Azul. "I need to kiss you to keep my power up. And in return, I can grant you anything you desire."
Azul felt a surge of desire course through him at Y/N's words. He knew he should resist, but he couldn't help himself. "Anything?" he asked, his guard slowly coming down.
"Anything," Y/N repeated, her eyes locked on Azul's. "But first, let me show you what I'm capable of."
As Y/N kissed Azul, he felt a rush of energy and warmth that he had never experienced before. He knew he was in deep trouble, but he couldn't resist Y/N's power.
As they spent more time together, Azul found himself drawn to Y/N's strength and confidence. But he also sensed that there was more to her than she was letting on. "Who are you, really?" he asked one day, as they sit together.
Y/N looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and desire. "I'm a succubus," she said. "I need energy to survive. And you, Azul, are my source of energy."
Azul felt a pang of sadness and fear at Y/N's words. He knew that he was risking everything by being with her. But he also knew that he couldn't let her go.
As time passed, Azul became increasingly afraid that Y/N was using him for her own gain. He couldn't shake the feeling that their relationship was based solely on her need for energy. Despite his fears, he found himself unable to resist her seductive kisses.
One day, Y/N noticed Azul's apprehension and asked him what was wrong. He hesitated at first, but eventually confessed his fears to her. "I can't help but feel like you're using me," he said, his voice trembling. "Like all you care about is the energy I provide."
Y/N looked at Azul, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and understanding. "I understand why you might feel that way," she said. "But that's not the case. I care about you, Azul. More than you know. But even that doesn't matter right now "
Y/N told Azul that she had to return to the demon realm, as her powers were beginning to fade in the human world. Azul panicked at the thought of losing her, and begged her to stay.
Y/N looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Azul, I can't stay," she said softly. "I don't belong here. I'm a Succubus, and my place is in the demon realm."
Azul felt his heart shatter at her words. "But I love you, Y/N," he said, his voice trembling. "I can't bear the thought of losing you."
Y/N reached out and took his hand. "Azul, there is a way to keep me here," she said. "But it comes at a cost. We have to give up our magic."
Azul was taken aback. "Our magic?" he repeated. "Why?"
"Because the spell that turned me into a human was powered by magic," Y/N explained. "If you give up your magic, I'll become fully human and won't have to return to the demon realm."
Azul was torn. He had built his entire reputation and identity around his magic, and the thought of giving it up was terrifying. But the thought of losing Y/N was even worse.
He thought back to all the times he had used his magic to take advantage of others, and felt a deep sense of shame. He had always prided himself on his cunning and intelligence, but now he saw how selfish and heartless he had been.
Without a word, he reached out and took Y/N's hand, feeling a surge of warmth and love flow through him. "I'll do it," he said, his voice firm. "I'll give up my magic for you, Y/N. I love you more than anything."
Y/N's eyes filled with tears as she looked at him. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice trembling. “I know how much your magic means to you.”
Azul nodded. "I'm sure," he said. "I want to be with you, no matter what it takes."
With a trembling hand, Azul reached out and touched Y/N's. 
"I love you," Azul said softly.
"I love you too," Y/N replied, a tear running down her cheek. With that, Azul leaned in and kissed her deeply. As their lips touched, a bright light filled the room, and Azul felt a surge of power leaving his body and flowing into Y/N's.
When they finally pulled away from each other, Y/N's eyes were glowing with a new light, and Azul felt the absence of his magic keenly. But it didn't matter, because he had the love of his life by his side.
Azul and Y/N stepped out of the room, holding hands tightly. Azul's eyes were filled with tears as he looked at Y/N with a mixture of sadness and gratitude. He knew that he had to give up his magic to be with her, but the thought of never being able to wield its power again was overwhelming.
Y/N could feel Azul's pain and she held him closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's okay, Azul. I'm here for you," she whispered, gently wiping away his tears.
Azul took a deep breath and nodded, determined to be strong for Y/N. They walked through the halls of Octavinelle, the silence between them visible. Azul couldn't help but feel like he was losing a part of himself, a part that had defined him for so long.
But as they stepped outside into the sunlight, something strange began to happen. Azul felt a faint tingling sensation in his fingertips. He looked down and saw a tiny spark of magic flickering in the palm of his hand.
Y/N noticed too and gasped in delight. "Look, Azul! Your magic is still there. We can build it back up together," she said, smiling at him with love in her eyes.
Azul's eyes widened in surprise as he stared at his hand in disbelief. He had thought that his magic was gone forever, but Y/N had given him a glimmer of hope.
Tears of joy filled his eyes as he looked back at Y/N. "Thank you, Y/N. I didn't think it was possible," he said, his voice choked with emotion.
Y/N smiled back at him, her eyes shining with tears. "I'll always be here for you, Azul. We'll build our magic together," she said, her words filled with love and promise.
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writr4luvrs · 6 months
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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?
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writers-ex · 1 year
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aaaaa thought of the day is college!itzy girls summoning succubus!reader at their sleepover cus they’re bored! imagine them thinking that there’s gonna be some big bad demon until they see you, a sexy (wtv color a succubus is) girl with horns, sharp black nails, heart wings, and black lingerie that barley covers you. they’re curious and wondering what you are until they realize they all get a warm feeling between their legs and realize how hot the room is getting 😵‍💫
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ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh like this maybe? lmk what you think 😈👻🎃
they're waiting for a lucifer level demon to appear and curse their professors into giving them all good marks or to scare the frat boys that keep hitting on them when a fog appears in the room covering the center of it as they clear the air you appear lighting all the candles revealing your red skin with tiny horns, black sharp nails, heart wings, and string that one could barely call lingerie, giving them a small smile one is about to open their mouth to ask you something when they start whining about the heat in the room rising and squeeze their legs shut at the tingling starting to grow as you approach them slowly, with a wave of your hand they become naked and have their hands and legs tied together like little gifts to stop anyone from running away or getting too impatient, one by one you pleasure them asking them where they feel hot and relieving their 'pain' with your cool tongue and cold fingers, watching them beg and moan under your spell as you eat out of yeji and finger ryujin while you make chaeryeong eat out of you and have yuna and lia suck your breasts turning this summoning into an orgy you had no plans on leaving making sure you all came at the same time filling the whole campus with your screams of pleasure, as they pass out from being overwhelmed by your spell you mark them one by one in a special area in their bodies making them your property and write them a very detailed letter on how to summon you again if they get 'bored'
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ameliora-j · 2 years
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ooh I think I am late for the birthday celebration also happy birthday sugar ✨
but if I'm not late, i was thinking for backseat driver:
Eddie or Steve if you want, with a succubus!reader / demon! reader
kind of Jennifer's body vibes. maybe he discovers her or he is her next prey, but decides against eating him.
or she eats him, whatever rows your boat. u the boss
idk, love your writing darling 💕
“oh you’re such a pretty thing” you chuckle, circling the boy tied up, bent over your desk.
“what are you?” he whines, squirming as he tries to break free.
“depends. i can be your sweetest dream” you kiss up his spine, grabbing at his roots and roughly tugging his hair back as you whisper in his ear “or your worst fucking nightmare.”
it’s hearing his little pants and whines and whimpers as you’re pounding open his tight little ass that you fall in love with him. after you’ve fucked him dumb, puddle of cum down on your floor as he cries, a mess of tears sweat, and drool, you lean over and kiss his lips. “i think i’ll keep you as a little prize honey” you smile sweetly.
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m-ayo-o · 4 months
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ngl wanna start a succubus girlfriend au from this kinktober fic
18+ succubus reader x 21+ megumi. cw: reader has non human features; wings, horns, tail, pointed ears. she can turn invisible. voyeurism (watching him). mutual masturbation. edging. dream bj/m. oral. wc: 2.4k
After a few strange encounters on this campus, you've taken to hiding in the little den you've made in an unused dormitory, only venturing out to stretch your wings now and then.
You're out for an evening stroll when you notice a particular dark haired sorcerer you haven't seen before. You were only going to the vending machine to get a soda, but you may be getting a bit distracted.
Using your invisibility, you step to the side of the illuminated machine and watch him approach, shoving some coins in and selecting his desired drink.
He looks pissed off. And tired.
He snatches the can of coffee from the machine and starts striding away. You follow him on impulse, ignoring the nagging voice telling you this is dangerous, don't you remember what happened last time?
You get to his apartment door, but you at least have the sense not to enter tonight.
He shrugs off his jacket and approaches the window, where you're hovering just outside, peeking through the open curtains. Squinting his eyes, he peers into the night and seems to make direct eye contact with you. You panic momentarily, flitting about, until you realise he's looking through you, at the moon.
He sighs, rubs his forehead and rests his head in his palms, leaning on the windowsill.
He looks deep in thought, perhaps worried. But that doesn't take away from his breathtaking beauty, especially in the starlight.
He tilts his head up, allowing you to see his pretty features, and you watch the way his deep blue eyes stare so longingly, his dark lashes batting with every tired blink. He runs a hand over his neck, ruffling his inky black mess of hair, and to your pleasure he reaches further back, tugging his t-shirt up and over his head.
You can see his whole upper body now, illuminated in the pale glow of the moon.
He's enchanting.
You watch him for a moment longer, your eyes lingering lower and lower, until he pulls the curtains closed and you hear him step away.
In your agitated disappointment you try to follow him from the outside, searching for another window. But to your dismay you find his bathroom blinds closed as you hear him turn on the shower, so you withdraw for the night and return to your room.
During the following days you cannot get his image out of your mind. You desperately chase after him, but he's just so busy you can barely keep up.
You watch him work like a dog, up to his nose in assignments and missions, some with other sorcerers, most by himself. He sometimes advises students when he gets time, but he seems too busy to be involved in teaching like some of the others. Whatever his role is, he seems to be working himself to the bone, leaving him exhausted.
You hear the students calling his first name in the corridors... how rude, you think.
But you get to hear his name, nonetheless.
Megumi.
And you commit it to your memory, each syllable seared into your mind never to forget.
At the end of each day you watch him trudge to his apartment, often with stacks of books and supplies, other times with blood stained uniform, sometimes both.
Despite his punishing schedule, the man still finds time for himself, allowing you to watch his routines as you start following him closely, daring to enter his cosy home.
You've seen his nighttime habits play through for the whole week, and on Friday it's the same deal; showering, eating, cleaning, relaxing. He often reads or perches on the small balcony, sometimes playing music to fill the silence of his solitude. Perhaps he likes it like this. He seems quite content.
You watch him flick off the stereo, turn the lights down and head to bed, humming softly to himself. He sets his book on the bedside table and you know your favourite part is coming next.
Every time you see him you have to bite your lip so tight so you don't make a noise.
But you can't take your eyes away when he strips himself.
He gets into bed and to your surprise, doesn't pick up his book.
He props himself up against the headboard and his hand starts running down his defined chest and abs.
Oh my god, he's finally masturbating!
You manage to hold back a delighted squeak and watch him massage himself, the covers pulled over where you need to see him most.
But he grunts and sighs until there's an incredible tent in his sheets.
Wow. Your mouth hangs open.
He gets hotter, his pent up frustrations building, until he rips the covers down and exposes himself fully.
"Oh" you accidentally whimper out loud, seeing his erection for the first time.
Luckily he didn't hear you over his heavy breathing, and your hand was already covering your mouth in anticipation of letting something slip.
You watch him in his pleasure filled state, his usual frown replaced by bite swollen lips and flushed cheeks. His eyebrows bunch up, his mouth hanging open with a quiet moan. His hips stutter and quiver looking as though he's about to release, but his hand only slows.
Oh fuck.
You have to start touching yourself to the sight of him. It's very rare that you do this, the pleasure does not satiate you, but tonight you can't resist. You want to feel connected to him.
Your fingers snake down into your soaked panties and you start tracing your clit while he edges himself.
You catch up with him quickly, bringing yourself up to the precipice of a hard orgasm only for him to stop again. You let a little whimper slip and your body freezes, in tandem with his.
Then you go again, watching him look down as if to question what he's doing to himself. You follow his pace carefully, tapping and circling yourself in sync with his pumping.
This time his abs start clenching up and you watch the way his waist dips in so beautifully. You can tell he's going to do it this time, now his jerking and thrusting is getting harder and faster.
Out of all his sexual pleasure and beauty, the sight that brings you down is him spitting on his cock.
Your body trembles and clenches around absolutely nothing, watching him get dripping wet, thighs shaking, and he finally releases his hot load over his abs.
You watch him deliver a few final tugs until he reaches for some tissues.
In your countless experiences of edging men, you've never seen one do it to himself and enjoy it so much. Although he's just finished, you can't wait to see him like that again. Hopefully next time you'll be the one giving him such feverish pleasure.
Desperate to get your fix of him, you get to work entering his dreams and finding your way into his fantasies.
To your disadvantage, despite his exhaustion after each long day, he's tough and resilient, making it difficult to break down the fortified walls of his mind.
It takes you multiple attempts for him to finally let you in, but when he gives in to your temptations, you get him whimpering in seconds and cumming in minutes. It's a rushed meal, but you're starving and the way he's moaning is giving you exactly what you need. It's like pure ecstasy, his body taking you higher than any man you've tasted before.
And you get addicted.
You visit him over and over.
He trudges home. You follow.
He takes care of himself. You watch.
He gets into bed. You enter his dreams.
Again and again, you appear before him and take your fill.
During your visits he's usually out cold, in a deep, restless sleep, but as the weeks pass you notice his eyes starting to flicker open, still seeming too tired to acknowledge you properly.
But he sees you. And you stare into those dark blue irises that hide secrets in their depths.
From Megumi's perspective, he realises he's been feeling very sexually satisfied recently. He feels hornier and he's getting turned on so easily
One day he's settling down on the sofa after cleaning his apartment and your image enters his mind. He gets so turned on from the thought of you and slowly starts to realise what you've been doing to him.
He ponders it for a moment then looks down to find himself growing hard.
You watch this predicament unfold from outside. You know exactly what's happening. The look of confusion and anger that initially crosses his features, slowly clouded by a look of desire.
You hover for a moment longer and notice how he's rubbing himself through his trousers. That isn't going to work, you think.
After your countless evenings in his bed, you finally work up the courage to present yourself to him tonight.
So you gently tap at the window, peeking through and revealing yourself.
To your relief, he isn't startled, but approaches the window with a curious expression.
"It's you..."
You hear him through the panes of glass.
You nod with a shy smile, watching him slide the catch and pull the window open.
"Come in"
You shift around awkwardly then flutter in, and he watches you land on the carpeted floor of his living room.
And before you utter a word to each other, you're drawn closer and he pulls you in.
The way he treats you makes your ego swell. He's giving you the softest kisses and placing such respectful, thoughtful touches over your body.
"You've been in my head," he breathes out between your passionate movements, "in my dreams?" He sounds confused, disbelieving, perhaps.
You nod, gripping his hands as he continues sliding his tongue over yours, clearly not dissuaded by your immoral actions.
"I, I needed to..." you whisper into the small gap between your lips.
"You needed..." he looks down, "this?"
His hand works over the bulge in his pants and you nod hesitantly, your lip between your teeth.
He looks into your eyes again and finally smiles. Your stomach flips, your eyes flying wide as if you can take in any more of him.
It's a little cocky, more of a smirk, but his face lights up regardless, seeing the way you're looking up at him so innocently.
"Hey, don't act all coy..." his smile grows, teasing you now, "how many times have you sucked me off already?"
How he's acting, how he's speaking to you, how he looks- how have you found a man so perfect?
He's got you all muddled up, your eyes blinking at him slowly, his question entering your ears and flooding to your cheeks.
"I- I... don't know"
"No, neither do I," his little smile is making you dizzy now, "but I'd like you to do it again, if that's ok?"
You're amazed. You can't believe he's offering himself to you- a winged, pointy eared, sharp toothed demon- so freely.
"A-are, are you sure?"
You look down over your body, suddenly doubting yourself.
But you get butterflies through your chest when he tilts your chin up again, your face resting in his cool, firm hand.
"It's more like, I need you." He pauses, looking down, "My body... reacts to you." He looks up again, his thumb tracing your chin.
All of your hesitation is dispelled when you hear his next words.
"I want you."
With that, you drop to your knees and let him get inside you as quickly as possible.
He yanks down his pants and frees his hard cock, slipping himself between your eagerly waiting lips.
"Ohhh, fuck," he slides in and he gives you more than you can take, fucking your throat and getting you drooling and messy.
But he's in a state himself, bucking his hips while trying desperately to ease his hard grip on your hair. You only encourage him, moaning and taking him deeper every time he pulls.
"You like that?"
"Mm, mmmm" you hum over him, loving every second of him fulfilling his instincts, his deepest pleasure filled urges becoming reality.
"Fuck- good, I like a girl who can take it a bit rough-" he mutters between his now laboured breaths.
"Wanted to fuck your pretty mouth like this... before-" his eyes squeeze closed, his head falling back, allowing you to feast your gaze on his neck and jaw.
The way he compliments you with such dirty words gets you gushing. You swear you could absorb pleasure from his voice alone.
A thought suddenly dawns on him while his abs are clenching up, the familiar feeling of his impending release flooding through his body.
"I-I don't even know your name?" he huffs, questioning you, but you don't stop. You can't stop now. However much he seems to love edging, you can't do it tonight. You need him.
So you suck and feel him shake and deliver the hot mess you've been craving, taking every drop, its potency ten fold now you're taking his conscious, consenting pleasure.
You drink in his every shaky vocalisation, watching him come down as you clean him off, pulling away and admiring him from below.
After licking your lips and enjoying your meal, you peer up at him and finally answer his question.
"y/n. I'm a succubus. Nice to meet you."
From there, you entered a rather curious relationship with the dark haired sorcerer, striking up a deal so you can get a reliable fill.
He agrees, under the condition that you'll let him have sex with you and won't go to any other man.
"I want you for myself."
You nod in agreement, his every gesture thus far telling you that he's not going to hurt you, and that for once, you've found a man who needs you as much as you need him.
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ronearoundblindly · 2 years
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Fluff and nsfw
While steve was out with bucky and sam one of them introduced a girl to him . Shes abit familar as if she was from his dreams ....Spoiler alert shes a succubus and she also has seen what lies inside him beneath that Beefcake theres that sweet little guy that she met . They are alone in an area and he admits he likes her and she blushed rare to see on a succubus like her (her type is the new kid in a way just spying in dreams) she did admit to being In his dreams both having dejavu now but they like eachother. Few dates later and mr gentleman here asked the demoness to be his s/o she giddly agrees . The smutt hahah the one time he sees her vaunerable is when she needs to feed as he may know bit of that after an encounter with dracula (reffrence: avengers assemble cartoon 2012) both doing fondue while y/n demon form with tail w horns hes got her in a doggy possition while fucking her he holds her sensitive tail both are rough and loving
KICKING OFF FANTASY FRIDAY
First THE FLUFF! No warnings except zero editing and I'm saving some of the succubus/demoness specifics for the other two portions of this 'mini-mini-series.'
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Steve knows this is different when Sam jumps out of the crowded bar area to announce, "Steve, I'd like you to meet somebody."
He didn't say a simple "this is whoever" or "so-and-so would like to meet you," no. Sam Wilson said that he wanted Steve to meet the person squeezing through the throng behind him, and Steve is intrigued until...
He knows your face. He recognizes you, but from where? It's...right there on the tip of his tongue. No name comes to mind. He can't picture the background, the circumstance of when you met before, but...he knows that he knows your face.
"So when this lovely lady told me all about how her friends dragged her here and parked her alone at the bar once they all found--" Sam coughs "--someone for the night, I thought 'gee, she's got a lot in common with Steve.'"
Steve smiles kindly, noticing your sinking but wry smile, and he leans forward. "He's got his eye on one of your friends, doesn't he?"
"Rogers, don't ruin this for me," Sam grumbles, getting close to Steve's ear so you can't hear. "She's cute, man. Just try."
Sam's right; you are cute, standing with your hands wrapped together, feet in heels with the toes almost touching, nervous. Steve hates to make people nervous without intention.
Your giggle at Steve's insight is finally dying out, and he knows that sound, too. Still, nothing specific comes to mind, and it's going to haunt him that he's forgotten a face, especially your face.
Sam slips away, and conversation is surprisingly easy when you start out both joking at Sam's expense. He means well. He's a good wingman overall. He has enough confidence to fill the room (while suffocating everyone in it). He was right to think you two would get along.
Steve remains completely content to talk all night, even after a few drinks, even after Sam finds his way 'home' (but to whose home, Steve's not sure), and even after you step up to the curb to hail a cab. He doesn't want to be creepy or forward and insist on getting you to your door, but he wants to. He offers you his number because he doesn't want to ask for yours. That might be too presumptive. He also doesn't want to wait one extra second should you want to talk more.
You don't pull out a phone. You...don't have a purse.
Steve never saw you pull out cash or a credit card, and in concern, his eyes scan your skirt in search of pockets, making sure you have money to get home. The thick waistband sits high and then juts out in layers upon layers of tulle fluff. It, like you, is very cute and colorful. The fabric swishes in the breeze...even one so faint that Steve doesn't feel a thing.
Shit, he's staring, and directly at your ass of all things. His face flushes in embarrassment, and he rubs at his neck, muttering something about wrangling Bucky, who's still inside, to head out themselves.
If he weren't so ashamed of being caught ogling, he would have seen you safely into a cab, but instead, he simply turns around at the bar door.
You're already gone.
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He's even more embarrassed when he finally realizes where he knows you from. It's a dream, a dream he had a while ago after a very stressful mission, and he has it again the night he truly meets you.
It's...it's really very stupid, he has to admit. You're just...he simply walks along a beach with you, hands wound together as you idly meander the ocean's edge. Conversation is just as easy in his dream, and that's stupid, right? He's being stupid--and creepy, which is exactly what he was trying not to be.
Nonetheless, Steve has never awaited a call so eagerly, but one never comes. Instead, Sam is meeting your friend again--your roommate, it turns out--so Steve invites himself to join...if you'll be there.
Sam is flabbergasted. Bucky nearly falls out of his chair.
"I'm sorry, punk, what?!"
Steve shrugs and desperately fights to keep the heat out of his face. "It's not that big of a deal, Buck. I just...wanted to see her again and--"
"Stevie's got a crush," Sam sing-songs, throwing his arms up and skipping all the way down the hall to his room before shouting back, "be ready at six, bud. Don't make me late."
Bucky just blinks, reading Steve's expression like a book, like he always could. After a long moment of silence, his friend nods.
"Good for you," he mumbles, an approving, slightly smug grin blooming across his stubbled cheeks, and then good ol' Bucky returns to his food.
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You're old school, too, as it turns out. No phone of your own. Steve remembers what that was like growing up, and it brings back a nostalgia he never thought he'd feel again.
No phone means you make your next plans at the time you see each other, and you keep those plans. No phone means that if he wants you to know something before that next meeting, he writes it down--and if it's long enough until he sees you, he mails it. He never thought those simple things would feel completely archaic and inadequate, but they do.
For work, the team has a steady supply of burner phones, cheap little things that don't do much but do far more than nothing, so Steve gives you one with his real and regular number programmed in already. Then he can text you. Then he can call you. Then you can call him, and you do.
You mostly listen, and for some reason, Steve's never been so chatty in his life. It's nice to feel heard, though, and it's even nicer to feel like he doesn't have to talk solely about avenging. Silly, average dude stuff is his favorite. Modern contradictions are a close second.
On the subject of contradictions, however, Steve feels like one. He still has dreams about you, and they're so vivid that sometimes he forgets what he's told you in real life versus in dreams. Thank goodness you haven't noticed him slip up yet, but it's only a matter of time.
"I have something I want to tell you, and I don't want you to freak out," he starts over a casual dinner one night about two months after you met.
"Oh," you chirp, "I have something I need to tell you, too."
"Um, sure, but let me--" Steve wipes his palms down his pant legs "--get this out first, ok?"
You smile and give that cute nod of encouragement he's grown so fond of...addicted to, really.
"I...I dream about you. I mean," Steve stammers, "you're in my dreams. A lot. And it feels like I'm obsessed, but I swear I'm not trying to be. We don't--we don't do anything in the--oh no, that sounds wrong, but--it's 'cause I like you so much."
He expects shock, maybe a few thoughtful sips on your water, and another fair few questions about exactly what you actually were doing in his dreams, but instead you reach a hand out for his.
"Steve, that's..."
Your nose twitches while you gather your words. He can practically see your mind shuffle them into proper order; he just really hopes the words aren't 'good' and 'bye' and 'weirdo.'
"That's right. That is me. I'm in your dreams."
He blinks.
"I am in your dreams because...I'm not human, Steve. That's one of the things I do." You scratch at the wide headband across your hair, a signature piece of your look, along with those poofy skirts. "And I'm sorry if you felt it was invasive before...the time before we met, but I sorta wanted to see what the mind of a hero was like..."
You've released his hand by the last part, picking nervously at your fingernails.
Slowly, the words order themselves properly inside Steve's brain.
"You did that?"
You nod.
"On purpose?"
You nod again.
Steve leans forward to whisper, "what did you find?"
Now, you beam back at him, whole face aglow with the same affection Steve thought he could only dream of--until just this second--and you sit up straighter.
"A good man. A man--" you clear your throat "--worth getting to know in person."
He should ask who or what you really are. He should hesitate. He should think it all through a lot more logically and thoroughly than he has been.
Instead, he smiles back, blue eyes blazing in excitement.
"So if you're not human...is it still alright if I call you my girl?"
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