#the fact that she's the head of lust and a succubus so you expect a revealing outfit

[dusty-cakerie]

the aura. the power. the protective momma energy. Nishi-sensei knows what the people want.

[fragileizywriting]

sorry hold on i can't. i can't stop thinking about marinette and luka sorry i know it's a constant just let me have this

nsfL

maybe it's a few days in to the DL rewrite sex scene stuff? was that english? maybe he's trying to have a conversation with her while adrien snoozes, face buried in luka's tits. it's a quiet morning, a slow one, and by now they've gotten the hang of this weird little makeshift schedule they have going on. converse, eat, bathe, copious amounts of sex until marinette can stand up again. rinse wash and repeat.

he's trying to have a conversation with her. he's trying to have a conversation with her, as adrien's face-deep into his chest while they lay on the thick and comfortable furrs and rugs she has at the base of the bed like a nest. to his left, the giant floor-to-ceiling mirrors that make the room seem endless. to his right, the bed, with her feet dangling off the mattress and nowhere close to reaching the floor.

he is in her domain, her den, her space, and although it's always been a known-thing to him ever since he walked through here, the creams and whites and soft pinks haven't really spoken to him the horror and lust-filled endeavors he expected from a woman who can crack a whip and make him beg within the same sentence.

she reminds him so dearly of a mouse, so small and docile. her eyes are certainly round enough to prove his point— with her small hands and gentle claws, too, he finds himself calling her little mouse.

little mouse, little mouse, little mouse...

and the way she talks to him. hides underneath his arm and lets him do what he wants with her. this relationship the three of them have feel like a mouse trap, with her succumbing to the wills and desires of two demons who will eat her alive. adrien's never been one to play with his food, but there is something rather cat-like about him whenever two of his fingers pull out sobs from their succubus until she's coming.

but that's not now. there's nothing dark or pervasive of their conversation. he talks about his favorite foods, and his hobbies, while marinette shares her own. she usually does so well...

as they converse about everything and nothing at all, she looks down at him with a smile and a glint in her eyes, tail gently swaying like the slowest pendulum...

and there is.

absolutely.

nothing registering on her face as he speaks.

he's gotten decent at reading her face. seriously. he's not a pro, not yet, but he knows when she's paying attention to him because she mirrors his expressions so clearly. when he raises his brows and tilts his head, she follows, doing the exact same gestures and expressions. the little succubus really does feed off of social interaction, more and more excited and curious as the days go on.

"are you paying attention to what i've said?"

"no."

well. at least she answers truthfully.

there's that lilt in her voice, a certain sigh to it, so dream-like and so girl-in-love to it that he raises a brow on instinct. "what is it then, little one?"

"hmm?"

"tell me what you're thinking." it's not a command— here, in her room, in this place he's been welcomed in as a guest, he won't tell her what to do. but she's not immune to giving him little chances to lead whenever he finds himself wanting to.

"you've never been pegged before." it's not a question. there's no question in the sentence. what she says and speaks is fact, and yet she punctuates it with a swishing tail and a wiggling of her toes and a gentle laugh. she mentions it with a tilt of her head and a dip of her waist, letting her hair fall over moonlight-pale skin like ink. even "damaged", or whatever term she'd called herself, she's beautiful.

his skin pebbles, the hairs at the back of his neck rising. fear, it tells him. magic sticks to his skin like a static shock is about to form. "no," he swallows out. "i... never have."

"isn't that a bit disappointing?" she murmurs, bending over just enough to play with his hair. claws card through his locks, petting like she would with a long-time lover, trying to massage any stress away with her fingertips. she's naked— so is he— so the act of her bending over lets him scent her neck more closely.

he can taste her pulse in the air. the blood is roaring, even though she's so giddy. she's just as strung-up as he is, even though she does her best to hide it behind that perfected smile and those narrowing eyes.

"it hasn't affected me in any way," he tries.

"i think anyone's who's willing to try should give into a strap one day."

"we... we can do that."

"i can change that for you right now, you know," she sighs. "i don't have a dick, i've never had one, but i don't need my own to give you what you need. i've seen the way adrien's handled you, and i'm capable of doing the same. you pick my cock and i'll let you have it, if you're interested."

ah. this isn't a mouse trap. it's a mouse's trap.

[sparkbeast20]

The Doll (Asmodeus X MC)

This a one-shot Fanfic, is part of my Halloween series “He Snaps”

short Angst/Fluff with Horror elements in them.

Warning: Swearing, Mention of Blood, Violence, Killing, Gore, Cheating (?) and Demonic nature

He was drunk as hell, drowning his sadness in Demonus in hell’s kitchen. Wanting to forget what happen this morning, wanting to forget you.

That moment keeps repeating in his head over and over, with no end.

“How could you!”

“Asmo, I don’t know what happen! I didn’t even know him” you sounded confuse with your eyes tell him to believe you.

“Baby, say things like that” the demon places a hand on your shoulder, but quickly push it off and slap punch him on the face.

“Don’t Fucking call me that!” then you look back at Asmo “Asmo, please something-”

“Save it! One person I trust the most, who I know won’t go behind my back, I just saw kisses other demon. MC, I love you and I promise you that I wouldn’t betray you. But you’re the one who betrays me.”

“Asmo, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you” you grab his hand but he quickly ripped it off from your grasps, turn his back and quickly walked away. All the while you called out his name.

Now his is in fifth bottle of Demonus, hurt and betrayed.

He shouldn’t be this upset, he had multiple Lovers in the past where they have relationship with someone else who wasn’t him.

So why is it, this hurt him more, maybe is the fact you never lied to him, or wanting anyone else but him. Even though his brothers are right there.

But instead, you choose to be with him, even with his track record of being lustful. You didn’t care about his past love life. You love him for him.

Not wanting to go back home, he decided to go the fall in distract himself.

As he got there, he was greeted two Succubus with a smile on their faces. It’s his fans

“Lord Asmodeus, what a surprise. We didn’t expect you to be here this early” one of them spoke with a tone of joy. As if they were expecting him.

“Well, something made me want to party it I drop” Asmo put up a mask of cheerfulness to hide his true feeling.

All two the demoness cheer at he’s idea. And usher him on the dance floor

Soon, what seem like minutes turns to hours as he heads started to hurt from all the Demonus drank this morning. One of the demonesses saw it and took him in the deepest part of the club. To a privet room.

The demoness walks him to the closes couch and sat him there, and soon she sat beside him and move closer, but Asmo move away.

“I’m not in the mood for anything like that” he tells the demoness with tried voice.

“Are you hang up with that human?” she asks.

“Wait how did you know-”

Soon the other sucubus came in the room, with two incubuses however the one of them looked familiar.

“Good we’re all here” the demoness beside him pats on the couch welcome them to something that Asmo isn’t in the mood for. “Oh lord Asmodeus, you’ll join us won’t you” she cooing him grabbing his arm and running her finger on his arm.

But he pulled away and got up.

“Look I came here to forget about relationship, not be in one” he sounded sterner and more started to head towards the door.

“We weren’t asks you to be in a relationship with us, we ask you to have sex with us!” as the demoness said that, she ran towards him grab his hand with both hands and smiled at him. “we’re going to have so much-”

“Is the same thing with me” Asmo cuts her off.

The room gone silent, her face darkens, she not even looking at him.

“What that human did to you!” her tone change and her hands turns into fist, shaking in frustration. “You’re the AVATAR OF LUST, but now you’re refusing to have sex other then that you human- ugh! I know that we should’ve use the doll to kill them-*gasp*” she immediately covered her mouth and took a step back.

“You did what!” Asmo’s tone shock.

One of her friends walk up and grab her by the shoulder, nervously smile at Asmo trying to calm the situation.

“Don’t mind her, she’s drunk and so have you, look is getting later maybe we could do that’s another time” she slowly ushers her friend back to the couch, as the tension of the room is getting high.

But then

“Sweetheart, I would love to have sex”

“Really!” she looks back at Asmo, but quickly regretted it, once she was met with his eyes which are glowing. He put her under his charm. “Now tell me about that doll and what your plan was” he sounded serious and not his cheerful self.

The demoness resisted at first but soon she couldn’t hold back against his power.

“We-we asks a witch to make a voodoo doll of the human, and use it to make you believe that human was cheating on you with another demon” she gasps and start to pants, as she was drain holding back against him and his power.

Then Asmo started laughing, and brought one of his hands onto his face. Covering his eyes.

“So, you mean to tell me that you made a doll, to force MC into holding and kissing another demon so you can have sex with me!”

“No, is not just that. That human change you made you soft and-and we did it to help you” she walks up to him.

“Well, you did it, you did help me”

“We-we did!” she perks up, but soon met with a slice on her neck by Asmo, in second blood start gash out as she coughs. She grabs her neck, trying to stop the blood from spilling out.

“You, Fucking made me realize that I was a fool in doubting MC, as they we’re force out of their own free will by all of you” soon Asmo slowly turns around to face the other demons, then he lowers his hand showing his cold and unforgiving eyes as he spoke with a tone deeper and cold. “With that I will reward all of you with you deserve” he quickly shifted into his demon form “DEATH!”

Then he rashes to the two incubus and his claws into their side, causing them to scream in pain, then one of them looks toward Asmo, but quickly met two fingers right in his eyes, as Asmo thrust them deeper to the head. Then he curls his finger and grab the skull and quickly ripped the front half off the skull, as blood start spews out getting one Asmo who grins start to grow on his face.

The demon quickly falls, as Asmo turn his attention to the last incubus, who is groaning in pain due to the gash on his side, then Asmo tackled him on he ground with him on top of the demon. Then he grabs hold on both top and lower part of the mouth, soon he slowly pries open the demon’s mouth as he screams and bones cracking can be heard. Then in a spilt second Asmo ripped the skull in half.

As the body beneath him twitches, Asmo got up then tilted his head unnatural with creepy grin to last living demon aside from him.

She was stumbling to a box under the table as, Asmo slowly walks towards her. Then she pulls out your doll and pointed at him with one hand on the doll’s arm.

“Don’t come any closer, if you don’t want-”

“Don’t want to do what!” Asmo finally got up on her face, she didn’t even realize that he there. “Oh sweetheart, I know that you can do that to me not unless you really want to hurt my feeling” he looked at her deep into her eyes, using his charm on her.

Her body move on it own as she drops the doll on his hand.

“I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you lord Asmodeus” she said it with a nervous smile as tears start falling out from her eyes.

“But I can hurt you” soon he dug his claws into the demoness’s chest and ripping her heart out, soon she slowly slides down as she coughs, blood spewing out from her mouth soon she went limp and died.

Asmo wipes the blood off his face, and start heading out the room.

Later that night you heard a knock at the door of your old room.

You moved back and locked yourself. Not wanting to show your face to anyone.

“Mammon, leave me alone” but that person didn’t listen, and open the door.

“Darling is me” you took the pillow off your face and look towards the door to see Asmo still covered in blood.

You gasp and jump off bed and ran towards him.

“Asmo what happen, how did you-” but you were quickly cut off, by Asmo hugging and nuzzling his face on the crooks of your neck.

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. I was wrong. Please I make it up to you.” He pulls away and looked you in the eye. “I love you. I will never doubt you again” you start tearing up but Asmo wipe the tears right before they fall on your cheek, as he smiles at you.

You let out a sob before lean forward kissing him, as he quickly wraps his arms around you.

“I love you too, Asmo”

[certified-sloth]

Scenario: mc hating being jealous and the feeling of envy just bcuz and I quote "it's make me feel gross...and stuff"

*the brothers trying to make mc jealous by spending less time with them and hanging out with other people*

Mc unfazed: oh I didn't notice u were gone! Did u have fun atleast? Where they nice??

I'm not sure if they would really do that... but i'll try to relate it as much as I can

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Lucifer

Sighing in frustration, he frowns deeply at your awfully fake smile.

"MC, you do realize this is all related to my line of work. Of course I'd have to deal with it, as per Diavolo's orders." He tries to explain.

"Really? Like how it was Diavolo's orders for you to keep me 'alive' for the program? That's how we started out right?"

He groans and shakes his head in disapproval. "I didn't ask you to assess me like that. Clearly, you're accusing me of something I am not guilty of."

"We need a break. Then we'll talk about this once we both clear our heads."

He concluded, as he left you alone feeling as if you've drowned from disappointment.

Of course, the 1st born was a prideful demon. There's always a limit to his patience, and you were not an exception.

Mammon

He tries to explain it to you, but you wouldn't understand.

"Was I making you jealous? No! Can't you just stop jumpin' into conclusions? It makes me feel like you never trusted me..."

He does no good, but never had he done anything to try and hurt you purposely. If he did, then he's sorry.

This man is head over heels for you, and you still think he'd do something as far off to spend less time with you? Just for someone else?

The 2nd born may be a fool but he can be sensible at times.

"Then what were you doing with them?" You asked with a frown. He sighs and ruffles his hair.

"I was tryin' to ask them help with some gift for your birthday. I don't wanna ask my brothers since they're gonna scramble up ideas of their own gifts." He explained rather honestly.

You blinked, not sure if you should believe him or not. He's used these tricks on his brothers, what's the difference if it were you?

"D-don't look at me like that! I'm not lying! I wanted to surprise ya but I didn't want you to wrap your head in things that ain't true..." he stammered as he looked away with in embarrassment.

Sighing in defeat, you went to pat his head.

"I believe you... and, i'm sorry for doubting you too." You apologized and he glanced at you before letting out a chuckle.

"I mean ya ain't wrong with feelin' like this, at least now ya know how I feel when I see you with my brothers."

You laugh and nodded at his statement.

"Yes."

Leviathan

It clearly doesn't end well... you're glaring daggers at his back while he was playing a game.

He's a shut-in, sure he's still supposed to have the outside world's communication, but making you jealous? With a real person involved? Along with having to interact with them?

Now that's just not realistic. The most way he could make you jealous is to just talk about Ruri this and Ruri that. Nothing else.

You must be out of your mind to think he has the guts to pull in another normie when he already has you.

His Henry.

"I don't get why you would suddenly think someone like me can get anyone else... I mean there's my brothers, but me? I'm just not fit for that."

He frowns and hesitantly holds your hand, trying to ignore that fast pace of his heartbeat.

If it weren't for the background music from the game still viewed on the screen, you would've been able to hear his heart close to jump out.

He's been there. He's the literal avatar of envy, feeling jealous of others and what they have is his job.

So the fact that you're like this... he would've been happy that you feel jealous of someone that wants him.

But in reality, he knows how disgusting the feeling is. Instead he tries to talk you out with experiences like that.

It's a heavy feeling on your chest, as if you'd end up suffocating. Especially if the other had done nothing to assure your assumptions.

Slowly but surely, you and him end up creating a deeper bond by talking about those little moments and just end up laughing or get all embarrassed about it.

Satan

If you wish to accuse him, quit beating around the bush and tell him in a forward manner.

He doesn't read minds, but he's observant. He just wants to be sure of his conclusion as to why you seem upset with that fake smile of yours.

Your body language was enough to tell him what you were feeling, but he hopes you tell him honestly.

"Is this about the succubus I told you about the other day?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

When you didn't answer him, he took that silence as a 'yes'.

He sighs and leads you to the couch to stare at you seriously. If he wants this to be dealt with peacefully, both you and him will have to talk this out in a mature way.

"MC, she's been asking for tutoring. She has made her advances, but I declined. She was failing her grades so I had someone else to help her." He explained.

"So you didn't tutor her personally?"

"Of course not. I don't want to interact with someone who had actively showed their interest in me when they know I already have you." He assured with a smile.

He then noticed your shoulders slump slightly in relief and he chuckles at your sudden change of expression.

Tucking your hair from behind your ear, he offers to read this new book he just got from Akuzon.

Asmodeus

He's been staring at you almost offended of your accusation.

"Darling, I am the avatar of lust, surely you realized that whatever advances I make to others are merely fake." He assured, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"You're the only one, and every word I tell you are nothing but truth." He said sincerely as you look down, feeling lost.

He knew how it was hard to be with him. You're dating the embodiment of lust itself, surely it seems as if he's not into commitment.

But he tries, because you didn't love him for his looks. If ever you were to be insecure, whether you tell him about it or not.

"Did it seem as if I were neglecting you? I'm sorry, how would you want me to make it up to you?"

He only wishes the best for you, at this point, even the avatar of lust himself is hooked.

Beelzebub

Why are you looking at him like that as if he's done something much more horrible than yesterday?

You only frowned with how clueless he is and ended up telling him what was the matter.

He looks at you in distaste of your words. Shaking his head, he cleared that he thought you were mad at him so he decided to give you space.

"I didn't want to push in your comfort zone especially if you looked mad the other day... and the lady was the manager of the new restaurant that opened."

He smiles and picks you up. "I was asking for arrangements to take you there to cheer you up, i'm sorry."

You slowly look away, muttering an apology for misunderstanding. It's just that you've been insecure of your own capabilities.

And Beel had always assured you that there was nothing wrong.

"It's ok to be insecure MC, it's part of your humanity... from what Satan said, and I still love you this much. Please don't belittle yourself."

...ah, to think that a demon would acknowledge your self-worth more than you ever could.

Belphegor

Are you sure you hadn't dreamed of it instead? He hasn't even left the bed for two days.

"I'm not trying to spend less time with you, i'm sorry." He apologized sincerely.

Although he's half-asleep, he knows how you don't like feeling like this.

As he showers you with love, you clearly were stubborn to reject his advances.

He would've been mad that you didn't trust him enough to assume he was seeing others.

Nuzzling close to your neck, your back facing him as he held you close. Kissing your neck gently with soft apologies in between.

He already learned that one of you should yield in times like this. If you see him at fault, then sure, he'll accept it.

It went really bad when the both of you had stayed stubborn, he doesn't want to repeat it.

"It feels... disgusting." You whispered how you felt, taking hold of his hand as your consciousness was beginning to fail you.

You could feel him smile as he hummed softly on your neck. "I know, i'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

"I'll make it up to you tomorrow, but don't expect too much from me." He finished, and you've heard him clearly.

But your consciousness had already slipped away before you could answer as you slowly fell into deep sleep.

[colossal-fallout]

Helloooo fellow friend 😁 Do you mind writing some sexy headcanons of Porco's sweet s/o going absolutely feral and riding him one day even though he never expected that from her?

Porco is just... 🥵💦

Porco Galliard & Feral s/o

Warnings: 18 + only. Smut. Rough sex.

Porco adores the fact you're so sweet and innocent. Not only did it scream at his already testosterone ridden DNA to protect you, but it turned him on at a dark level that his cock is the one that tears away that sweetness, and his cock alone.

You may be a sinner behind closed doors, but your innocence is his.

So when he was walking down the hallway after a meeting one day, he was surprised when you came up behind him, your almost virgin lips uttering; "My room. Now."

To be honest, at first his brain scanned his recent memories to make sure he hadn't done anything to piss you off and you were about to tear him a new one.

Boy, was he pleasantly surprised when he arrives to your room, opens the door and sees you standing there, naked, in all of your perfect glory.

His jaw slackens immediately as he closes the door behind him, his eyes not removing themselves from your delicious form.

Your usually innocent eyes were tainted with the mist of crazed lust; sitting on your bed and splaying your legs open. He could see your pussy was already wet as you slowly circle your nub, pulling your nipple with your free hand.

"Take off your clothes."

Yes ma'am!

Within seconds his clothes were a crumpled pile on the floor and he was practically on his knees, watching you play with yourself for him, his hot breath blanketing your slit.

You grab his head and push it into you, his tongue gladly lapping and tasting you, both of you vibrating with a pleasured groan.

She's a fucking goddess. He thinks as you wrap your legs around his shoulders, locking your ankles together.

As you watch him work you, you go over in your head once more the reasons that got you so fired up in the first place.

It's Porco Galliard. That cocky, confident yet caring and protective soul who was yours. You watch the muscles in his broad back and shoulders move under his skin as he drinks from you, deeply.

Your skin begins to ignite, the kerosene of your affections for this magnificent man being ignited by your wild, lustful dark side.

You shuffle back a little, placing your foot on his forehead and pushing his head away from you, his eyes now just as clouded with the red mist as yours from your taste.

"Lie down, Porco." Your voice is soft yet commanding.

He wipes his mouth with the side of his thumb, his eyes searching yours for any remanence of the usual you. But all he could see were the dark eyes of someone possessed by the succubus of sexual longing. ...And he loved it.

His cock throbs almost painfully as he lies down, you straddling him immediately, your teeth clamping down on your bottom lip.

His hands grab your hips automatically, his face almost pained with longing as you slowly lower yourself down his large shaft, your teeth clamping down harder on that lip.

"Shi--t, y/n..." He hisses, his back arching and head tilting back as your insides consume his entire length.

You begin to ride him, rolling your hips and clawing his chest, this flustered, fantastic man stretching you and filling you so full driving you insane.

"Yes! Porco!" You cry, your lust for him only snowballing now he's inside of you, his eyes watching and adoring your body as it moves along the rolling waves of pleasure.

"F-uck..." He gasps, totally blown away by this side of you. "You fuck me so... Ah... so good."

You ride him faster, every vein and every inch of his flesh inside of you being pulled, spasmed against and splashed with your arousal as your clit is stimulated by his short, neat pubic hair line.

Your hand snaps up to his fat neck, squeezing and pushing, his eyes now totally glazed; his soul being taken by your body as you ride him into battle.

You're louder than usual, your whines and moans music to his ears.

He was too turned on by you right now. He wasn't going to be able to last long. So he decides to throw you onto your back, quickly pushing your legs against your chest and re closing the gap between you, his cock pounding deliciously against your cervix your eyes rolling at the sight of his pecks tightening and his abs quaking beneath his flesh as he pounds you.

"I love this pussy..." He groans, the scratch marks on his chest bleeding slightly from where you'd taken out your joy.

"You want my cock that bad huh?" He pants, his breath quivering. "Then take it, baby. It's all yours and only yours. Fuck! Take it..."

"Yes! Porco!"

You've never felt such sheer desperation before, kicking your legs and pushing him back down, instantly sliding back down his cock that is coated in your slick; his loud groan of approval only turning you on more.

You tug his hair harshly, your teeth clamping onto his neck as you bounce on him.

"y/n! Fuck! Yes!" He growls, his teeth bearing a snarl.

Your back arches and you see white as your orgasm washes over you, your insides sucking out Porco's seed as he roars his hot ropes spurting into you as your cum splashes up onto his lower stomach, every visible muscle in his body tensing in rhythm with his pulses of ecstasy.

You fall onto his chest once you're done, your eyes clasped shut and breathing heavily, your hands gripping onto your lovers hair for dear life.

He chuckles after a few seconds, his chest rumbling under you as he runs his hands up your back.

"Guess you needed that, huh?"

He lightly kisses your face as your legs regain their use, lovingly pushing your hair from your face.

"I think you should fuck me like that more often."

[cayofdreams]

A Succubus’ Dilemma

Summary: Succubus!Reader is struggling with her identity as she gets closer to Kirishima. She wants to continue being the diligent, strong-willed hero that he praises her for being but the presence of Eijirou Kirishima is making that unbearably difficult. She just can't pretend to be quirkless anymore…

Words: 4.5k

Rating: 🌊 Explicit, Smut 

Warnings: cursing, virginity (but there’s no explicit mention of it), oral (receiving), aphrodisiac, heavy overstimulation, a bit of corruption, kinda dark ending? 

Notes: ~Welcome to another steamy piece from your favorite island resort~ 

This one is pretty straight-forward. I feel like I kicked up the smut on this one. Also, I based the ending off one of the endings of one of my favorite yaoi visual novels :-)              

You were lying down on Kirishima’s bed, deeply engrossed in the romantic scene transpiring on your phone’s screen. You had decided to entertain yourself with an episode from your favorite show while your best friend was in the shower.

‘I love you, Jake. But…I just want to wait before we get intimate. I’m just not ready, right now’

‘Of course, Kathrine! I’ll wait however long it takes! You’re so much more to me than a warm body!’

‘You say that…but what if I choose to stay celibate forever?’

‘Then you can live with the confidence that I, Jake Petersmith, have wholeheartedly loved you for the wonderful human that you are!  

‘Oh, Jake! 

‘Kathrine!’

You were tearing up at the cheesy displays of affection since you were a sucker for all things romantic. You loved how characters seemed to have an undying love for one another. Often, you fantasized about sharing that kind of ethereal love with someone yourself. How it would be to run together through a field of sunflowers, or skip hand-in-hand on the sandy surfaces of the beach, or even make couple pranksters YouTube videos that were so obviously not faked.

But that kind of future won’t happen for you. It can’t. Not in the gross body you were in. Surely you were easy on the eyes, but what lurked inside was a demon that constantly bewitched your thoughts. Making you see people around you as simply meat sticks and sticky caverns to be engorged in.

Simply put, you were a succubus. Or at least had a succubus-like quirk. You never told anyone though, only being known to your parents. You tried so hard to reign in these feelings on a daily basis while pretending to be quirkless. But it was becoming increasingly difficult as you got older and as you hung around the likes of…Kirishima.

Oh Kirishima. He was such a beautiful human on the inside and out. Always praising and encouraging you. Being there for you when it seemed you were at your worst low points, and then being there to pick you up and trophy you around when you succeeded at doing even just the bare minimum. You wished you could return even half the happiness to him that he gave you throughout your days at U.A. You wanted to do all the romantic things you saw in movies and books with him. Kirishima was just such a sunshine in your life and you wanted him to continue warming you for the rest of it.

There was a time where 90% of your thoughts toward him were like this…and then as time went on, they became more savagely. Where all you wanted was for him to sink those sharp teeth in your flesh, ravaging your body with a cock that could probably barely even fit inside you, holding you within those arms- those beautifully muscular arms that glistened provocatively with sweat when he trained. You wanted him. Needed him. Please desire me, Eijirou.

You were about to slip your hands down your underwear when you heard the creak of the door open.

“L/N!! Did you miss me?! I’m back!” Kirishima bursted through the door with that wide grin you loved so much.

Of course, I freaking missed you, Eijirou. You were only gone for 11 minutes, 35 seconds, and 23 milliseconds. But I missed every moment.

You covered up your lust with a chuckle. “You weren’t even gone that long.”

“Aww don’t say that!! I missed you, you know.” He teased at you.

Don’t tempt me, baby

“Haha, whatever, Kiri…” You sat up as Kirishima slumped down on the floor next to his coffee table and pulled out his laptop. “So what are we watching, tonight?”

“Hmm…not sure! What do you wanna watch, L/N?” He turned his head to smile back at you. He was so cute. So gorgeous. And your erotic thoughts seemed to be running rampant right now. Especially at the fact that the two of you would be huddled up alone together for who knows however long a movie marathon is. You had to find a way to quickly rid yourself of these thoughts.

“Mmm, let me look up some! Hold on.” A blatant lie. You were going to google get-dry-quick schemes so you could enjoy the rest of the night safely with Kirishima. It was the least he deserved after training so hard today.

HOW TO NOT BE HORNY??!!1!

You analyzed your search results before clicking on a forum where someone seemed to be going through the same dilemma as you.

‘Hello, my name is [redacted] and I’m horny all the time ☹. I’ve lost so many boyfriends because of it and I truly want to find a husband, but it would be silly of me to expect them to drop everything to please me. How can I stop these feelings?’

Someone just like you! You weren’t alone in this cruel abyss. Perhaps she also had a succubus quirk!

Looking through the answers wasn’t much help for the most part. Most of the replies being trolls who asked where she was so they could “help” her. Even worse were the ones that chastised her for her feelings. Saying she was impure and needed to change her ways.

But your eyes were intrigued at the first comment that seemed to provide some kind of helpful information.

‘You might be a nymphomaniac. Have you tried talking with a professional?’

A nym- what? What was that? You opened another tab.

What is a nympomiac?

Too concerned with research to get the correct spelling, you saw articles for definitions of the auto-corrected word.

Nym∙pho∙ma∙ni∙ac

               Noun: a woman with uncontrollable or excessive sexual desire

Gasping at the accuracy you divulged further.

How to not be a nymphomiakc?

A lot of the results for this returned with solutions that were too time-consuming. Prescribed medication, cognitive therapy, and even some evil medieval treatments that involved leeches.

But you needed something now. Why were all these long-winded answers so abundant?! Couldn’t they just give you something to do now? What the fuck would you have to do?? Shove an iceblock your pussy?? Should you go ask Todoroki for a favor??

You were in the middle of texting Todoroki when Kirishima pulled you out of your frenzy.

“You find anything, L/N?”

“Gyahh! What?!” You dropped your phone and looked at Kirishima like you were a deer caught in his headlights.

“Woah, you okay there?! Did I scare you? Maybe horror isn’t a good idea, then.” His worried face could send you to the grave. How could you let him worry about you like this?

“Ohh..no Kiri. I’m fine. We can just watch whatever you want.” You eased your breaths, desperately trying to sound normal.

“You sure?! Awesome! There’s this zombie flick I’ve been meaning to watch but I get kinda scared watching stuff like that alone.” He clicked around happily through some tabs on his browser. “I think if its with someone as courageous as you, I’ll be less scared.”

Was he trying to make you cry? Saying something so beautiful like that with a face like his. Shame on him, honestly.

“I’m gonna play it now, you ready?”

“Mmhm”

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The movie so far was just as you hoped: grotesque, gory, horrifying, and most importantly, non-arousing. It helped that you stayed on the bed while Kirishima sat on the floor, so I guess that was cheating, but nonetheless necessary.  

“You doin’ okay up there, L/N?” Kirishima checked up on you. You had probably been suspiciously quiet due to concentrating on waving away any little lewd thoughts.

“Oh yeah, what about you, Kiri?”

“W-Well! I was kinda thinking! That maybe uhh…I could possibly join you up there?” He scratched his head in nervousness at his slighty flirty suggestion.

Oh no

“Up where?”

“On the bed. Y-you know…with you?”

At this point you didn’t really know whether to praise or curse the gods above you. If there was one thing you could be sure to thank them for, it was the dark room that hid the flustering of your facial expression.

“I-Its your bed after all…”

“I know! I guess its just- heheh..nevermind! I’m hopping up!” Kirishima rugged his massive body on the bed next to you. Even taking some of the blanket you had so you’d be forced to share with him, he just softly smiled as he did so.

This was way too much for the hellion within you to handle. You could smell his strong scent from beside you. His breathing more pronounced in your ear drums. And its like you could feel his heartbeat within you. Pulsating inside you…

Things would take a turn for the worse when it seemed like a sweet romantic scene was about to show up. The two main leads were alone in a bunker and one of them had just revealed they were bitten.

“Samuel, Nooo!”

“Lilia! Listen to me! I need you to hear what I have to say.”

“We don’t have time, Samuel! We- We need to get you medicine. We have to! We have-“

“Stop, Lilia! There’s nothing that can save me now! You and I both know what happens from here.”

“Samuel…”

“Lilia… I want you to be the one who does it.”

“I can’t…Samuel..I can’t”

“You have to, Lilia. You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved.”

“Don’t do this, Sam…”

“I love you, Lilia.”

“Oh Samuel! I’ll never be with anyone else! Ever!”

“Lilia…”

The words lingered in your head as the movie continued on.

‘I’ll never be with anyone else’

Was such an option available to you? Even if you did take away the innocence of your love, Kirishima Eijirou, who’s to know how your body would react? The best result would be that your body would finally be satisfied and you’d no longer have these perverse thoughts.

On the other hand, maybe you’d just sink further and further down. Drowning in the suffocating waters of lust. And then what? Kirishima can’t just drop everything to cater to your needs. No. He was going to be hero. An amazing one at that.

But Kirishima wasn’t just a hero, he was your best friend. You felt awful every time he would praise your strong-willed persona. Saying how amazing you were despite being quirkless. He’d even say you were more manly than him at times. It was like you were betraying him. You were betraying that innocent smile he wore for you everyday…you couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Kirishima.”

He looked back at you, surprised at your rare use of his name. Sensing something was wrong he paused the movie and turned his entire body to face yours.

“L/N, what’s wrong”

You were doing it again. Making him worry over you. But you couldn’t keep holding in this secret. You needed to tell him.

“I have to ask you something…”

“Please ask! I’m listening with all ears, L/N” He perked up at you. He looked just like a puppy, waiting for your every move like that.

“What do you think about…impulsive people?”

“Huh? Impulsive people?” He scratched his head at the question. “Well…I guess they’re entertaining to watch? Kind of like Bakugou. But I suppose being too impulsive is bad. You could get yourself or others in danger.”

Your head lowered at his statement, eyes closing shut. Of course he would say something like that. It’s only natural for humans to be mindful of their indulgences. They had to. It’s a part of social conformity after all.

Yet still, it hurt.

He noticed your displeasure in his answer.

“What’s wrong, L/N? Why did you ask that? You’re not impulsive at all!” He was trying to cheer you up, but it only dug the knife further into your chest. “You’re one of the most dignified, tough, and resilient people I know!”

Tears were starting to form in your eyes and before you could object him he continued.

“A-and that’s why…That’s why I love you, F/N. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

As much as you wanted to pull him close to you and pamper him with kisses, you needed to come clean. You shot up from the bed, your back faced towards him and your handing closing into a clenched fist.

“That can’t happen, Kirishima! It won’t work!”

Kirishima followed you by jumping up from the bed, grabbing you by the arms to get you to face him. “Why, F/N?! Why can’t it happen? Is there something wrong with me?! Please just tell me!”

“Nooo…nooo there’s nothing wrong with you, Kiri..” The waterworks flowed from your eyes and violent sobs escaped from you. You slumped down on your knees in sorrow. Kirishima joined you on the floor and tried to pull you into him, but you’d jerk your body away. “You know nothing about me, Kirishima…I’ve- I’ve lied to you.”

“What do you mean, F/N? What did you lie about? I’m sure its not that bad!”

“I’m not quirkless, Kiri…” A couple more sobs came out of you. “I-I’m a demon…a succubus. A filthy succubus! Just a filthy disgusting succubus!!”

Not being able to stand your self-hatred, he grabbed you by the jaw to force you to look at him. His blazingly crimson eyes met your beautifully wet e/c ones. “Stop that, F/N! You’re not disgusting! Or filthy! You could never be those things!”.

You gripped his wrist and pulled it harshly away from you. “What would you know?! You don’t know the things I deal with inside this wicked head of mine! I encompass the most obscene thoughts about people! About you! Every morning I think about how I’m going to seduce you and get you to desire me just as much as I do! Every training session I look at that beautifully sculpted body of yours and I mentally defile it! Thinking of you as nothing more than a walking, breathing dildo! I see you when you’re smiling with your friends and all I want to do is just steal you away make you mine forever! And every night, I cry at the lack of pleasure I’m getting. The lack of warmth that I only want YOU to give to me. The lack of feeling your hot, meaty cock inside me! It drives me insane, Eijirou! I hate having these thoughts! I hate them! I hate them! I ha-hmmph!”

Kirishima had suddenly kissed you, and you had returned it by ravaging your tongue around his. You didn’t care about the cuts you might receive from his teeth grazing against your delicate flesh. You could only be swallowed by the pleasures overtaking your mouth. You drowned in each other, but only briefly before you had placed your hands on his chest and pushed him away from you.

“What are you doing?! Didn’t you just hear what I said?” You struggled to catch your breath as you wiped away the remnants of his saliva from your face.

“Why didn’t you tell me this, F/N? Did you…did you not trust me? Did you not think of me as manly enough to handle this?” His hands gripped tightly at your shoulders, craving a reply from you.

“You know that’s not true, Kiri. You’re the best person to ever come into my life, and that’s why I had to withhold this secret from you. I didn’t want you to abandon me.”

“I could never aban-“

“But I also didn’t want you to get wrapped up in me. I want you to continue your goals of becoming a hero, Eijirou. Who knows what sanity you’ll be sacrificing by being with me. It’s not a chance I’m willing to take.”

“That isn’t your call to make.” Kirishima’s uncharacteristically cold reply created an atmosphere that overwhelmed you.

“What do you mean? Hiding my quirk was the best decision.”

“Did you really think about me?” Kirishima’s hands glided from your shoulders to your upper arms, still holding a tight grip. “Did you think about how I’d feel if I knew you were holding yourself back like that? What if you’re killing yourself and you don’t know it? I’m supposed to be a hero, F/N. Your hero.”

Before you could reply he had stood up and lifted you back on the bed. He layed you down and positioned himself between your legs, squeezing at your thighs. They were so soft, so delicate. All of you was soft and delicate. And nothing you had told him tonight would change the way he felt about you. There was nothing you could say or do to change his feelings for you. Nothing.

You tried to pry his hands away from the meat of your thighs, but you were admittedly weak from his confession and the thick, encompassing atmosphere that was Kirishima’s presence around you. “Kiri-“

“Eijirou. Call me Eijiirou.”

“…Eijirou. We can’t do this. It’s dangerous…”

“It’s dangerous if I do, its dangerous if you don’t. But I’m telling you right now, F/N, I’m not letting you continue to do this to yourself. Knowing that you’re hurting like this and not being able to do anything? Not doing anything to help the one I love? What kind of hero would I be?...What kind of man would I be?”

Kirishima then leaned down to capture your lips in another kiss. You tried to move your head away but he took one of his hands against your jaw to hold you in place. It felt so good. So fucking good. His lips, his tongue, his rough hands. You teared up just at the pleasure of it all.

He then took his other hand to lift up your shirt, revealing your bra that contained the softest bust that any man could ever lay his hand upon. And right now that man was him. And he’d make sure it’d always be him.

Letting go of your lips, he roughly caressed your breasts before completely pulling your shirt over your head. Faint thoughts of resistance would slip away as you lost yourself in the pleasure you’d been craving for so long.

Struggling to get your bra off, Kirishima impatiently ripped it himself, using a bit of his quirk in the process.

“Eiji…”

“Sshh, baby. I’m gonna take care of you so well.” He slipped off your shorts along with your underwear and threw them unmindfully on the floor. Gripping the flesh below your inner knee, he spread your legs wide enough to slightly sting.

Your pussy was overflowing with juices for him and he barely even touched you yet. He took a moment to relish in the view, taking in deep breaths to smell your intoxicating aroma. He was inexperienced at sex but he knew this erotic perfume you were exuding could only have been the work of your succubus traits.  He leaned down to give an experimental lick, his tongue curling to make sure he could gather as much of your juices as he could. He let your flavor sit in his mouth as if trying to enjoy the last sip of water on a mission in the desert.

His lewd behaviors made an unbearable heat rise to your face and you cowered behind your hands. Irritated, Kirishima jerked your hands away and looked at you as if you just insulted his entire lineage.

“Don’t you dare cover up that beautiful face of yours.” He leaned his head back down, this time capturing all the folds of your pussy in his mouth. “I want to see every expression you make. Hear every seductive sound that leaves that your throat.” The vibrations of his voice on your pussy drove you crazy. The rapid moving of his tongue against your clit was immediately sending you to a heavenly dimension.

“Ohh Eiji…Eiji I’m gonna cum…”

“Cum for me, baby. I want it.”

Your orgasm was so intense you could’ve passed out, but you couldn’t. Not with Eijirou still licking all over your clit like that.

“Oh my god, Eiji! Eijiii” Your hands gripped at his spiky hair, tugging tightly trying to get him to have mercy on your sensitive bud. “F-ffuckk! I can’t, Eiji, I can’t!”

Still not letting up, he continued to overstimulate you with his relentless tongue. “I’m sorry, F/N.” He slurped up your juices before working his tongue again. “You taste so fucking good. Like the freshest fruit from a garden.” He rotated between drinking up your fluids and licking vigorously at your clit. “I can’t stop, baby. I need more. Just cum again, okay?”

And cum, you would. A second orgasm was on the horizon and the overstimulation of it was making you shed tears. “Eiji…I’m gonna cum again. Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna cum againnn- Hnngh!!“. Intense waves of pleasure rode over you. However, Kirishima was still lapping up at your folds. “Eijirouuuu!!!”. Your moans became more high-pitched and erratic as you were overstimulated now for the second time.

“Just one more time, baby. I promise”. “I swear I just-“ Slurp. “Never tasted-“ Slurrp. “Anything so fucking good before.”

You were left with no choice but to cave into your third orgasm and Kirishima seemed to show no mercy for you. “Fucckkk.” You sniffled through your sobs as your next high came quicker than the previous ones. Finally Kirishima had lifted his head from between your lips. He had the most animalistic and erotic face you could have ever dreamed of seeing.

“Damn, that was so good. You did so well for me, baby.” Kirishima gleamed with the shine that was your juices. He leaned down to entwine his tongue with yours. You could taste yourself on him and it made you delirious. You had just cum three times, but you wanted more. You needed more.

Kirishima felt the same way as you as he backed up to give himself space to take his shorts off. Cock now springing free, you could see the beast of a rod he had and it made your mouth water. You whined at just the thought of the pleasure you were about to become entranced by. He lined himself up at your sopping entrance, but before he could slip in, you lightly pressed on his chest to get his attention.

“Are you sure, Eijirou? You can stop right now if want. I won’t be mad at you at all. You’ve already done so much for me, tonight.”

His cheeks faded into a deep pink as he moved your hands to be at his shoulders.

“I want you, F/N”. He stuck the tip of his cock in you, grunting at the tightness of your entrance. “I fucking want you.”

You let out a guttural moan as he slowly stretched your pussy to fit his cock. You finally felt it. The warmth you’d been craving deep inside. The stingingly sweet pain of his cock stretching out your drenched pussy. You could die right now. Right here in the arms of the man you loved. And your ghost would be perfectly okay with it. But your flesh craved even more. You needed him to reach the deepest parts of you. You needed him to destroy your greedy pussy.

“Fuck me, Eijirou. I want you to fuck me like the greedy slut that I am!” You looked directly into his dazed eyes, whining at him to give you what you wanted. “Please, I want you so bad. Mark this pussy with that cock of yours. Make me unable to think about anyone else like this. C’mon, give it to me! ”

Too aroused by your begging, he silently obliged. Sinking the entirety of his cock inside you, he twitched at your pulsating walls. It was like your pussy was a  breathing organ, sucking him in and tightening around him so he could never leave. And he wasn’t going to. He’d stay like this forever with you.

Not giving you time to get used to his size, Kirishima started thrusting brutally against your hips. You let out the sweetest moans as you littered his back with scratches. His thrusts becoming smoother and smoother as your pussy got used to him. His cock ferociously grazed against your g-spot as the tip teasingly nibbed at your cervix. The perfect mix of pleasure and pain, you felt your now fourth orgasm approaching. You let go of his shoulders to lay your head back deep in the cushions of his pillows.

“Eijirou, you’re gonna make me cum again! You’re gonna make me cum all over your cock-!”

“Oh fuck- me too, F/N”. The rhythm of his thrusts became more faltered as your walls inhumanely squeezed the life out of him. He looked at your cock-drunk face, pleased with his performance. “Where do you want it, baby?”

You raised your head to reestablish eye contact with him. “I want it inside! Cum inside me! I need your cum so bad, need to feel it in my-Hmmnghh!!” Your orgasm overtook your speaking as you groaned hysterically.

Kirishima not far behind you, quickened his pace to chase his own high. “Shit, F/N! I’m gonna cum inside you! Fucking take all of it, baby! Don’t let any seep out, okay?”

You moaned at the hotness of his seed spurting inside. It was so deep inside you and you wondered if it was either easier or more difficult to get pregnant as a succubus. Either way you wanted more and your walls clenched once again against Kirishima’s cock.

He grunted before leaning down to bury his face in your neck, once again starting to thrust inside you. He was overstimulated but your pussy was driving him crazy. Perhaps your juices were an aphrodisiac, making anyone a slave to the area between your thighs. He kissed along your jaw and brought his hand up against your throat. He didn’t squeeze tight, just enough to get your attention.

He rose his head up to get a good look at your face. You looked liked a corrupted angel beneath him. He couldn’t believe you withholded him from these pleasures for so long. Were you just gonna go fuck other guys? You were going to let other men taste what has been his all along? He needed to hear you say you belonged to him. He’d give up anything to hear your sweet voice tell him everything from your insides and out belonged to him.

“Tell me who you belong to, baby?”

You replied with no hesitation, willing to say and do anything to milk more of his cum inside you.

“You, Eijirou! I belong to you! My flesh, my womb, my guts! Everything belongs to you Eijirou!” You felt another orgasm filling up in your stomach. “Please don’t ever leave me, Eiji. I want you with me forever. “

Of course, this was something he had no qualms about doing. He was ready. He’d give up school, his goals, his life to please you at every waking moment. He’d keep you pumped full of his cum so you’d never think about anyone else. You wouldn’t even remember what it was like to live like you weren’t a succubus. You’d be happy like this. With him.

Because he was your hero.

[thebadboyfanclub]

There’s Nothing Wrong With Submission (Geralt x Reader)

Again, this wasn’t requested and I ain’t even gon’ lie to you, I got this idea while catching my reflection in the mirror when I was laying on my bed with a bra and underwear so.... get ready for this.

P.S I don’t want to hear it about how this magical creature isn’t factual, neither is being a witcher so shush and enjoy this

(Y/n) was one of the lucky ones that chose to become something... different. Her “mortal” life felt like it was ages ago and she was a maid in a wealthy household and she fell for the son that only wanted to get her to bed on demand, it only resorted into her having a baby out of wedlock... shame. Her parents sold the baby and kicked her out of the household, she only got to hold it for a few minutes before it was stripped away from her.

Another enchantress found her in the forest, crying and shaking from the cold. She took her to her shelter and told her about a new life, a life of... pleasure and power.

(Y/n) was liberated, she had never seen women take such pride and strength in the sacred act of sex, they were the leaders in bed and they used their bodies for power and brought submission to a different level. The sex enchantresses of Lillith, they could survive like everyone else but they absorbed power from the mans lust for her, not to be mistaken for a succubus, a succubus survived from sex, an enchantress gave immense out of body experience to the man that provided with magical power, the trick was that the man had to have lust for the enchantress and that’s where they “fed” from.

She decided to move from her hometown and with the money she had from her “sisters” she bought a small cottage nearby the forest she was found. She was almost home when she heard the voices of two men and the prance of a horse, she decided to hide so she can fully observe the men that are approaching

“Hold that thought”

They stopped abruptly and the man with white hair looked around, she scanned them carefully and she liked what she saw. The man with silver hair was made of muscle, tall and proud, she could only see his profile but from what it seemed like his face was sculpted by Lilith herself as a treat to her daughters.

“You can come out now”

He said in a low voice that made it sound more like a grunt, he looked straight at her hiding spot. She rose up and took off her hood, letting her hair loose and frame her face.

“Who are you?”

“I think I am supposed to ask that, you are the nomad here”

She responded. Geralt had encountered many women in his life but never someone like this, her eyes spit fire, her skin seemed perfect and she exudes confidence and femininity out of this world, he was mesmerized by her lips that curved into a devilish smirk as she came closer.

(y/n) saw his eyes, he was a witcher and a handsome one at that, she had not yet discovered the advantage she had on him, she knew what he was yet he was still guessing what she was.

“You’ve traveled a long way... witcher”

“I don’t see how’s that a concern of yours”

“It’s not, although I am willing to give you shelter for the night, even after your dismissive and rather I say rude tone”

Geralt tilted his head to the side, trying to figure her out. There she stood, a woman made to perfection offering him and his friend shelter in the forest, something didn’t seem right.

“Oh what a kind offer, we would be very grateful if you kindly took us in miss...”

“(Y/n), pleasure to meet you”

“Jaskier, pleasure is all mine, believe me”

“Shall we?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, she just turned her back on them and started walking towards her house. This is a gift directed to her, she hadn’t fed off in a while and she was ready to...serve this man.

As they walked in and let them settle, (y/n) changed at her house attire, an almost see through night dress that would always do the trick. As she walked down the stairs to her guests Geralt was speechless at the sight of her.

“Jaskier, follow me please”

They ran up the stairs as (Y/n) led the way to the spare bedroom. Jaskier was more than happy to see a nice clean bed ready to lay down and wake up in 3 days, he thanked her once again and went in the room not even questioning the fact of his friend not having a room. 

(Y/n) walked back down and went over to living room, kneeling in front of the fireplace to light up the fireplace. Geralt took her in, she seemed so calm and sure of herself, she wasn’t a mortal judging by the fact she lived in the woods and wasn’t afraid of him in the slightest.

“Haven’t you seen a woman before witcher?”

“Not your kind I’m afraid”

She scoffed as she got back up and went over to the kitchen, filling it with water and placed it on top of the fire to warm it up.

“Don’t you want to find out?”

She slowly went to him, a few strands of her falling on her face. As he reached with his hand to grab her face, she turned her back on him and walked to the stairs.

“Let me show you to your room, witcher”

“Geralt”

“He has a name, very well then follow me Geralt”

As they went up the stairs Geralt noticed there were only two doors and since she had already escorted Jaskier to his room then... him and (y/n) would share.

“This is my room but I have a spare bed you could sleep on”

He felt his excitement slowly leave his body, he wasn’t ready to admit it but she was a woman he would indulge in for hours on end.

“Great”

“Where you expecting something better?”

“Perhaps, but I guess beggars can’t be choosy”

As he went to his bed, (y/n) made sure to close the door behind them. She could feel everything he felt, she had never fed off from a magical creature before, this was better than she ever expected.

“Then let’s see if I can make the offer more appealing”

As Geralt turned to look at her, he was met with a naked (y/n). Her dress was on the floor and her hair grazed her breasts, her body was a dream for every man, she was a woman made to make men lustful and get them on their knees.

“Does my offer not please you? Witcher”

It took Geralt a few steps to be able to grab her, her legs immediately wrapping around him and his lips found his, it was like he could taste sweet nectar that dripped from her full lips and her scent made him clasp her waist harder. He took her to her bed and before he could comprehend it she had managed to straddle him and take off his clothes, she started kissing his neck when the first moan of hers was heard when he entered her. 

She rode him like a professional, her skin soft and just the sight of her moving her hips and her breasts going up and down could make anyone finish, he rose up to kiss her and wrap his arms around her sweaty body, his muscles against her torso aroused her and when his hand found her hair she smirked as he pulled her head back, she run her tongue over her lips,feeling the power of magic run through her, it was so overwhelming that it forced her body to start shaking and closed her eyes tightly

“What are you doing to me?”

“Magic”

She responded, the pleasure he felt was immaculate, euphoric one might add, he has slept with all types of women but there was never one that could out do him. Geralt was an excellent lover and a force in the bed, so him starting to feel drowsy and weak was something utterly new, he felt so tired he had to lay back down, the room started to spin and some stars started to clog his vision. (Y/n) picked up on the affect she had to him and leaned closer to his ear, her hands went on his chest, smiling down at him as she continued to ride him towards the finish line

“It’s alright Geralt, Just enjoy it”

She reassured him, tossing her hair to one side as she lifted herself back up. (Y/n) started feeling the climax coming closer and closer, her moans louder and her hips going faster, Geralt could feel he was close to the end as well, (y/n) got there first, throwing her head back and her mouth fully open, not caring that jaskier was right across from them and could hear everything. 

As Geralt reached his end it felt like his body was acting on it’s on, fire spreading through him and then nothing, lights out.

-

“Hello witcher”

Geralt fluttered his eyes open. (Y/n) was laying next to him naked, smiling at him as her hand caressed his cheek. He grabbed it and rose up immediately looking straight in her eyes, their face so close one could feel the others breath.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing, you fainted”

“What are you?”

“An enchantress”

That couldn’t be, he had met an enchantress before and there was no mention of making men faint during sex. She scooted closer to him and then straddled him once more, as much as he wanted to throw her off he couldn’t do it, he just laid back down as her hand pushed him gently down and let her lay on top of him.

“Have you ever heard of the sex enchantress of Lilith?”

“No”

“We feed of lust men have for us, of course we don’t need it to survive it just helps with out powers”

“You fed off from me? Impossible”

“Dear Geralt, you might be powerful but you still haven’t figured out one important thing”

She said as she sat up, still sitting on top of him, her hands on his chest caressing his sweaty muscles.

“Really? What is that?”

“Nothing is impossible when a woman is involved”

He flipped her over earning a squeal and a giggle as he guided her leg to hook around his. He should be mad, furious for falling for her tricks, however he felt like there was nothing he could do to her, secretly wanting to please her. He was a fool for being so kind to her, well I guess there is no rules on war and sex. His hand reached her throat giving her a tight squeeze, she couldn’t breath easily he knew that, still there was no sight of discomfort on her face

“Do it, come on do it, kill me. You’ve done it before haven’t you Geralt?”

“I should do it, it will be easy”

She looked straight in his eyes while her mouth hang open at an attempt to breathe. In a blink of an eye Geralt found himself caving in and kissing her lips once again, his hand still on her throat but there was no grip.

He pulled back and moved his hand to her cheek, his thumb going over her swollen red lips, he could feel the blood running through them, they were so tempting that he had to restrain himself from kissing her as hard as he could until he draws blood, he was slowly going mad just by being in her presence. Nothing good would come out of their paths crossing

“You...”

“Just enjoy it Geralt, there’s nothing wrong with submission”

[narrators-journal]

Late night chats

Xeno was off relocating a satyr, so Senku was free to pad down the stairs of the home he shared with his mentor in his boxers, an old shirt, and socks. Besides, it was late, with a heavy, full moon in the dark sky, so even if his mentor was there, it wasn't likely that he'd be out of his room at such an hour. So, the leek-haired man wasn't expecting to come into the kitchen to rummage through the fridge for a late-night snack and find a familiar split-haired succubus sitting on the counter with his tails swaying lazily in the darkness.

For a moment, Senku didn't register the demon when he was revealed by the slice of pale light, but then he whipped his head around and stared at the succubus.        "uh? Excuse me, what the fuck are you doing in my house?" The demon shrugged,        "I wanted to see you again! After all, you're quite the interesting man, Senku-chan," That made the leek's cheeks turn toasty for a moment before he cleared his throat,        "Have you not met an asexual hunter before? Or at all?" He asked, and Gen thought for a moment, then shrugged,        "Not really, or...well, I haven't talked to many of the asexuals I've run into. As a sex demon, I tend to focus on feeding, and, as you've proven, I can't feed on those who have no sexual attraction to me, so" He hopped down from the counter to punctuate the statement, "But that's not why I'm interested in you. You intrigue me because you're the first hunter to have asked me about my biology, most just want to banish me." As he spoke, he sidled over to the hunter, coiling a tail around one of his arms and batting his blue eyes at the man.

However, Senku just watched him in the white light of the still-open fridge, gauging his intentions. I should just throw him out. It's super sketchy to have a SEX demon in my home so suddenly. He told himself, his crimson eyes watching the strong, white, tail around his arm squeeze the limb, kind of like how a girl would with a guy she likes, However, this could also be a chance to ask more questions and get more primary sourced answers.

For a moment, the monster hunter pondered the predicament. Then, after some thought, decided to take the risk,         "Well, alright. I guess we can sit in the living room for a while and talk a bit more, but then you have to go. I don't want you sticking around while I sleep." Senku said, looking at Gen with a firm look that left him no room to argue his case, so instead, the succubus nodded and smiled brightly. So, Senku shut the fridge at last and led the succubus into the living room to sit on the pleather couch.          "I'm gonna guess you want to ask about my species, again?" Gen hummed as he released Senku's arm and flopped onto the couch, watching the hunter nod and pouting in return, "Fine, but I want you to ask about me too. I'm more than a specimen," the succubus sniffed, Senku just snorting,          "Alright, how old are you?"          "I am about 25 years old," The leek plucked up a notebook and pen from a side table and began taking notes as Gen sat up properly with a chirp, "My turn! How old are you?"           "I'll be turning 21 this year. Do you breed like humans do, or are sex demons only made through lustful souls? Matter of fact, how do you even create a sex demon?" He fixed his strawberry-colored eyes on the demon, who thought          "I know I was born from two demons, so I guess that answers your first question. As for the second, I don't know, I haven't tried to impregnate anyone." he shrugged.

Senku continued to note down all of the answers he got while Gen watched and waved his tails while thinking up his next question,         "Do you live here alone?~" The flirtatious tone in the demon's voice wasn't acknowledged as the man wrote,         "No, I live here with my monster hunting mentor. He and my father are friends, and Byakuya thought me staying with Xeno would be the safest way for me to learn. Do you have any sensitive areas?" Senku looked up from his notes to see that Gen was staring at him, obviously wanting to question him, but he'd moved the conversation along too fast. So, he instead feigned bashfulness,          "Oh, Senku-chan! How inappropriate, asking about my erroneous areas!" Senku swat at him while he giggled,          "Just answer the question, you perv,"          "mmm, well, I don't want to." He decided, "I haven't been asked a single personal question before now, and suddenly you want me to divulge my secrets?" Senku grimaced, having forgotten that the demon wanted him to ask more about him as a person, Would asking about his family life be TOO personal? But asking about his favorite foods feels too easy... He spent a long moment humming and hawing, not liking the way Gen's dark blue eyes looked so hurt,           "A-alright, what do you do as a hobby?" He finally asked, and the pain in his chest instantly went away when the demon's face lit up like a child's at Christmas,           "I enjoy doing magic tricks! I love the confusion and astonishment it can cause!" he crowed, his tails wagging like a happy dog. So, Senku went into the kitchen and dug a deck of cards from one of the drawers. He then brought them to the demon, finding he enjoyed the wholesome smile they brought to the odd demon's face.

After that, the duo sat and Gen did card tricks for the hunter. Normally, the leek-haired man would've had no interest in the show, since he didn't believe in magic, but he found himself enjoying the challenge of debunking each trick with logic. In turn, the demon seemed to enjoy doing the tricks and explaining them to the curious hunter.

With that, the original question was forgotten, and, once he'd run out of tricks to show, Gen was free to move on to his turn.          "I'm sorry if this seems rude, but how come someone as smart as you is training to be a monster hunter? Do you maybe have a fetish for inhuman creatures?~" Senku snorted at the implication, picking his notebook back up to continue his notes on his turn,         "I'm only working as a monster hunter to save for college. I wanna work for NASA and build rockets, my only interest in monsters is figuring out what makes you tick." He punctuated the answer by jabbing the succubus in the arm, snickering as he feigned pain,          "Do you have venom or anything? If so, is it some form of aphrodisiac?" He watched the demon stretch out on the dark pleather couch, thinking for a bit,          "I don't think so? I've only really bitten someone during feeding, so I can't say if it would be an aphrodisiac or something else," he admitted with a shrug, and Senku wrote that down before thrusting his arm at the demon,         "Try to bite me.” Sadly, the words had left his mouth before his brain could veto the plan. He had no real plan for if the succubus' potential venom did anything other than arousing him, he'd just wanted to experience the effects and determine whether or not he could feel it being injected, not just the effects.

Thankfully for him, Gen shook his head and pushed his arm back,         "Sorry, Senku-chan, maybe another time," The leek nodded quickly, his face feeling hot and his stomach twisting under the threat of him upchucking. After that, he simply asked the demon more questions about himself, hoping to make up for the weird request until they both began to yawn and the hunter's thoughts felt too much like sand to formulate good questions.

At that point, he put his notebook aside and stood up, stretching with yet another yawn,          "I think it's time for you to go, I'm gonna head to bed," he hummed, and the succubus nodded, getting up himself,          "Can I come back some other time?"          "So long as it's not at 3 am again, go for it, this was fun," The two smiled at one another at that, and said goodbye without too much more fanfare before splitting for bed.

[waiting4inspiration]

Dream come True (Geralt x Succubus!reader)

Summary: Geralt hears about a corrupt town that he decides to see what’s going on. But as he nears, he starts to have a reoccurring dream. An erotic one. When he enters the town, he meets the one behind it all.

Warnings: SMUT, explicit from the get-go, strong language, sexual spells, demons, succubus!reader, unprotected sex, it’s been a while since I’ve written smut XD,

Word Count: 2,822

A/n: So, technically a succubus is a demon, so this is the demon entry with Geralt XD

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As he nears the town he’s heard is overrun with nothing good, Geralt’s been having the same kind of dream every night. And tonight is no different than the last. 

Expect, it’s more powerful, more clear. With the town only a day away, he’s more aware in tonight’s dream. 

He feels you - the woman in all these dreams - kissing down his chest as your hands run down his sides and towards his pants. He groans finding that his hands rest on your ass and gripping your hiked up, silk nightgown that’s so thin, he can feel the heat radiating off your skin. And it’s almost difficult to ignore the straining in his pants as you straddle his lap to grind against his hips. 

But because he’s aware of everything, he grabs your hands before they can pull down his pants he didn’t know were loose and he flips you over onto your back. 

You giggle playfully as you look up at him, his hands pinning your wrists above your head and his knees keeping your legs from wrapping around his body. “I knew you’d be fun to play with, Witcher,” you laugh, opening your eyes to reveal how lust blown they are. “That sometime, you’d take control of your own dream,” you purr, arching your back to press your body against his, to press your sex against the bulge in his pants. 

“That I would realize what you are?” he questions, pushing your hips back down to the ground roughly, making your bite your lip to suppress a moan. “Only demons have the power to corrupt an entire village in a matter of days.”

“Half-demon,” you quickly correct him, rolling your eyes as you breathe out an annoyed huff. 

Geralt only chuckles and tightens his hold around your wrist. “Which makes you a succubus then,” he growls, not knowing if it’s the sexual tension you’re creating or the confrontation that made him growl. 

But your laugh tells him that it’s the former. 

“A sex demon,” you say with a chuckle. Wrapping a leg around his hips, you flip him back over onto his back and pull your hands out of his hold. “Drawn to a town corrupt by a demon ages ago because it’s more fun to play with someone willing than someone who’s always fighting,” you whisper, slowly rocking your hips against his and rubbing your sex against his hardness. 

He grunts, reaches from your hips to stop your movement. His tight grip makes you breathe out a moan and throw your head back as you arch your back. The sight of your hard nipples showing through the thin nightgown pushes Geralt off the ground and makes his head drop in the bend of your neck to kiss your skin. “You must surely miss the fight,” he mutters against your skin, making you laugh out in a breath as his hand slips under the gown to travel up your spine. 

You moan again, bring a hand up to weave your fingers through his hair to pull his face away from your neck. “Who do you think made you hear about this town?” you ask, leaning forward so your lips just touch his. Reaching for his other hand on your hip, you lead it between your legs, making his touch your sex, not covered by anything. “I can make any man start a story that will catch the attention of a Witcher. And now, here you are,” you whisper.

Groaning at the feeling of your soaking wet folds, Geralt can’t help himself but slip a finger through them. The action makes you gasp before letting out an amused moan as you rock your hips against his hand. 

“Why don’t you show me your pretty little face then?” he entices, talking about your true appearance with horns out the top of your head and goat-like legs. 

You laugh, grip his wrist tightly to prevent him from pulling away and open your eyes to stare deeply into his. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you tease. Biting your lower lip as he slips a finger into your hole and touches your clit with his thumb. “I’m not like most succubi. What you see, is what you get. I don’t have the horns, or the goat-like legs,” you whisper, moaning as he adds another finger into you and starts to thrust his fingers. 

“And now Witcher, you must decide,” you whisper in his ear, pull his hand away from you and push him to the ground again. “You know that my kind aren’t like those of my brethren you have slain. So, have you come to kill me? Or have you come to satisfy your curiosity?” you question, raising an eyebrow as you slowly lean down to his face. “If it is neither, you are free to leave. But, if you are curious…” 

Pressing your lips to his jaw and kissing up to his ear, his fingers dig into your hips as he groans. “You know where to find me.”

Geralt’s eyes snap open and he’s awake. Pushing himself off the ground, he glances around him as if to look for you, but he knows you’re not there. He then looks over his shoulder to the town he sees in the distance and he sighs deeply as he looks up at Roach. 

Roach turns her head from looking at the town to him, and she breathes out a huff. “Don’t judge me,” Geralt grunts. 

He doesn’t have to think much about what he wants to do next. Packing up his makeshift camp and mounting Roach, he rides towards the city, wanting to get there before sunrise. 

The closer he gets to the town, the more powerful the corrupt feeling gets. Whatever demon got its hands on this town, it was a powerful one. And as he rides, he can’t shake the dream he had woken from. It seemed so real. It felt so real. He’s never met a succubus that can create such a realistic dream. You must be telling the truth when you mentioned that you are not like other succubi. 

The streets of the town are empty, and Geralt wonders how many people abandoned it because of their religious faith and morals that told them what was happening was wrong. And he wonders how many stayed to indulge in the pleasure of sin. With everything seeming so abandoned, he thinks that there can’t be too many that stayed. 

Something draws him to the church, something like a siren song, a whisper. Geralt recognizes it as your voice, so he knows he’s on the right path. 

Keeping his eyes on the door as he dismounts Roach, he doesn’t recall tying her reins to a post before walking to the door. But when he glances behind him, thinking to himself for one last time if he really wants to sate his curiosity about you, if he wants to answer the call he feels coming from you, that sexual spell you cast on him since he had that first dream, he sees that he had, in fact, tied the reins to the post. It’s almost too late to turn back now. 

He pushes the door open, his eyes moving back in front of him as the smell of pure lust and sex. This is definitely the place you’ve made your lair. And when he expects a scene in front of him of people going at it like sex-crazed delinquents, he only finds 3 people in the room. 

A man, face buried in a woman’s neck - and other parts buried elsewhere - and you, sitting with your legs draped over the arm of a chair and a glass of wine in your hand. 

Your head turns at the sound of the door opening, and when you smile, Geralt knows there is definitely no turning back now. “Leave,” you speak to the two other people, breaking them from their coital bliss with a wave of your hand. But they don’t seem to be disturbed by the interruption. They just stand and walk out the room, leaving you with the Witcher. 

Geralt notices a holy symbol hanging from the man’s neck. “A priest?” 

“And a prostitute. It’s ironic, isn’t it?” you giggle, placing your cup on the table beside you as you swing your legs around to stand from your seat. 

The Witcher grunts and glances back in the direction the pair left in. “You corrupted a holy man-”

“He was already corrupt when I got here,” you cut him off, holding up a finger as you take a small step forward. That’s when he gets a good look at what you’re wearing. 

It’s the same sheer nightgown you wore in the dream. Only, it seems thinner now. He can almost make out the curves of your body, the roundness of your breasts. And as he runs his eyes over your body, he hears you take in a deep breath and smells your arousal starting to grow. 

“All men have desire, Witcher,” you speak, walking closer to him and drawing his eyes back up to your face with a finger. “And they come to me, alone or with their lovers, searching for what they long the most. I’ll pay you in coin to tell me your desire,” you whisper seductively, twirling a piece of gold between your fingers as you begin to walk around him. 

“I only get paid coin when I’m killing something,” he says, his voice deep and his eyes dark as he stares down at you. 

You laugh, wave your hand, and the coin disappears. “Fine, don’t tell me. I’ll just have to find out for myself,” you reply in a deep voice too as you stand in front of him. “That is why you are here, isn’t it? Because you’re curious. You want to see your dreams from the past few nights to an end and it’s so much better to live out something in reality than in a dream,” you whisper, taking a step forward as you raise your hands up to your shoulders. 

“Why don’t you stop this spell you’re casting so I can figure out what I really want,” he states, stepping forward so he’s standing close to you. So close, his breath fans across your face as he breathes out a heavy breath. Especially when you start to push the gown down your shoulders. 

You chuckle and shake your head. “But I’m not casting any spell. I’m not even the one trying to pull my clothes off me,” you mention. 

Your words make him blink and glance down between your bodies to find that it’s been him pushing your gown down your shoulders and arms. “Maybe I cast a spell in the beginning. But that was just to get you out of your killer mind. Am I really such a threat, Witcher? Have I hurt anyone? Have I killed anyone?” you question, his hands continuing you push the gown down your body until it drops and pools by your feet. 

He groans, drops his head in the bed of your neck and kisses your skin as he walks you backward. You smile, giggle and drop your hands to pull up his shirt out from being tucked in his pants. 

Stopping when the back of your back hits a pillar, he pulls his shirt over his head before crashing his lips to yours. You take his response as a ‘no’ to your previous question, and it makes you smile and laugh into his kiss as you rest your hands on his shoulders. 

Succubi have incredible strength, which makes it easy to push Geralt down to his knees and then onto his back as you straddle his waist. 

“People will notice what you are, what you’re doing to the people in this town and they don’t hesitate to try and drive you out,” he mutters, his hands coming to rest on your hips as you press your lips against his neck. 

You hum against his skin as you kiss down his chest. “And what do you think I should do?” you tease, running your tongue over a scar and making a moan vibrate in his throat. “Run and hide?”

Your hands slip down to his pants as you feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh. “It would make this fire you’re creating die down a bit,” he mentions. He throws his head back as you palm his erection through his pants and digs his fingers into your hips. 

“I’m not afraid to play with fire,” you state, undoing his pants and tugging them down as you lift yourself slightly up to free his hard cock. “I’m not afraid of men, who have lust and desire coursing through their bodies,” you whisper, stroking him for a while before sinking down onto him. 

He growls, flips you over and pins your hands above your head - like he did in the dream. “If they think you are dead, they won’t come and disturb you. Or burn down your lair,” he says, leaning closer so his lips just touch yours. “I can help you.”

You moan as he rocks his hips against yours and you can feel him giving in to his desire. 

A mob would be a bit of a disadvantage, you think to yourself. Biting your lower lip as you think of his offer, knowing that he’s waiting for your response before he fucks you. “Fine,” you give in. 

Pressing your lips to his as you arch your back and push your hips up against him, you moan into his mouth as he pushes your hips into the ground with one powerful thrust. 

His grip around your wrists tightens as he works in and out of your, dragging himself along your walls as he kisses you deeply, letting the lust inside him grow until he feels like it’s going to burst. 

You so badly want to flip him over again, ride him, but every time you move to try and do so, he snaps into you. This time when he doesn't, he breaks the kiss and you let out a loud moan as you throw your head back. Geralt glances down, watches as your breasts rise and fall as you let out long breaths, but take in short ones. It’s like you’re breathing in time with his thrusts. 

He decides to test that out. 

Picking up his pace, he grunts and groans at the way your walls squeeze around him and a breath catches in your throat before you pant in time with him. You try to pull your hands out of his grip. You want to touch him. 

It’s a wish he will grant. Letting go of your wrists and bracing his hands against the stone floor beside your head, your hands shoot to his hair to pull him down for a kiss. A kiss, that will entice his desire, spark up his lust. Make him fuck you deeper and harder. 

It just had to be a small kiss before he snaps his hips wildly against yours, making you moan out his name and tug on his hair as he kisses down your neck. You run your hands down his back, over every scar you find before digging your fingers into his muscles. 

He twitches inside you, a lustful fire burning hotter inside him as you press your lips to his skin. He knows you’re the one behind it all, but he’s not going to fight this feeling inside him. He bottoms out, the tip of his cock hitting the top of your cervix as he raises your leg over his hips makes your mouth fall open. Your walls clench around him, praises and whispers of encouragement leave your lips in a whisper makes him pick up his pace. 

And as you drag your nails up his back, he spills inside you with a low growl as you tremble beneath him. Rutting yourself against him, riding out your high shared with him, you touch the side of his face and bring his lips back up to yours. 

As you kiss him, a haze clouds over his mind and his eyes flutter shut. 

The next time Geralt opens his eyes, the sun shines through a small window close to the ceiling of the church. Glancing around him to find you, he only finds something wrapped in packaging with a note attached to it. 

He pushes himself up and grabs the note. 

I might not have horns, but these might convince people that I’m dead.

See you around, Witcher.

(Y/n)

Unwrapping the worn-out leather, he finds two goat horns that some succubi have. And he realizes what happened. 

After you kissed him, you made him fall into a deep sleep so you could get away like he suggested you should. ‘See you around, Witcher.’ He reads those words and smirks to himself, secretly hoping that it will happen.

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Dangerous Woman Pt. 2 [ Poppy x MC ]

Part one here

Pairings: Poppy Min-Sinclair x MC (Bea Hughes)

a/n: hi !! this one’s kinda short cause i’ve been really busy with classes but i’ll try to post the next part as soon as possible. i hope you have as much fun reading as i have writing this, please enjoy !!

taglist: @uhh-the-green-thing @origmansello @somewillwin @alexroyard @save-me-the-last-dance

“So? Are you going to let me in or should I just let myself in?” She looked at her with a coy smile and a hand on her hip.

“But ... you were ... my dream” Bea stammered, a million questions overlapping in her head “What? But you-“

Poppy cut her off by tilting her chin with her thumb. “Ta ta, there will be time for all of your mundane questions later. But for now ...” She raised a bottle of wine which seemingly came out of nowhere “Drinks. I heard humans are way less insufferable after these. Now, excuse me” Poppy moved Bea slightly and walked into her living room

If someone had told Bea two days ago she’d have a creepy wet dream, which may or may not have been real, about a woman who straight up reeked of eroticism and lust. And, that said woman would now be sitting in her living room with a bottle of wine, repeatedly calling her “human” for some reason, she’d definitely be calling them crazy. But here she was, gawking at the small yet imponent girl reaching for the wine glasses as if she owned the place.

“You were in my dream. We had sex. In my dream” Bea spat out once they were sitting in front of each other, each one of them holding a glass of red wine. She emphasized the word “dream” as if trying to convince herself that’s all it was. “Why? And why could I barely move after I woke up?”

“Why, I don’t know what you’re talking about, Miss Hughes. I am nothing but a mere mortal” She replied in an extremely fake, innocent tone, batting her eyelashes.

Bea looked at her incredulously gaining a sigh and a pout from the girl in front of her “You’re no fun. Fine, I was feeding off of you” She said casually, taking a sip of wine, red lipstick staining the glass.

What the fuck did she just say?

Bea widened her eyes in horror “You were ... What!?” She yelled, making Poppy flinch for a second. What was happening?

“Feeding. You know, the act of eati-“

Bea cut her off with an scandalized tone “Yes! I know what feeding means!” She abruptly stood up and started pacing around the room. What she losing her mind? Was it all some sort of hallucination? “Why? are you some kind of vampire?”

Poppy scoffed “A vampire? God, how dare you compare this...” She pointed a finger at herself “... To one of those lousy creatures.” The mocking expression on her face was quickly replaced by a flirty smirk “Oh, you poor little human. I’m something much, much better”

Oh god, she was standing up. Scary not-vampire was standing up and walking towards Bea. What was she supposed to do? Run? Start uncontrollably crying and asking for forgiveness for a sin she didn’t know she’d committed? She had no idea of what the fuck was going on.

The blonde slowly crept up to her until she was close enough to whisper in her ear. She could feel the shiver running through her spine and the sweat dripping on the back of her neck

“.... I’m a demon, baby.” She slowly licked her ear, her tongue exploring all the parts she knew would make her knees weak. “And your life’s about to get a whole lot interesting” And suddenly, everything went pitch black for Bea.

Next thing she remembers, she woke up in her bed. She squinted expecting to have to get used to the light but was met with a dark, cold ambience that was not very characteristic of her room. Could it be possible that all of that was also dream?

Her apartment didn’t feel normal, though. The temperature had definitely dropped a few degrees at least and there was a heaviness in the air she couldn’t quite put her finger on, almost as if it was too full of something.

“Oh, you’re awake” The sound coming from the doorframe startled her. There she was. So it wasn’t a dream after all. “Morning, sleepyhead” She said already walking into the room.

“What happened? I feel like twenty elephants stampeded all over me” Bea said, trying to sit up straight in the bed. She clutched her head with her left hand. Why the fuck did it hurt so bad?

“Oh, yeah. You passed out after I told you I was a demon. Humans are way more fragile than I expected” She replied, climbing into the bed and crossing her legs.

She said demon, right? Bea was not going insane, she’s too young to start developing dementia. Maybe this weird girl was the crazy one, not her. Crazy people are known to believe they’re things they’re not sometimes, right?

She tried to run but once Poppy’s hand found its way to her own, every thought of escaping went away. There it was again, that weird magnetism from her dream, like a bunch of unbreakable ropes pulling her in. She could feel these imaginary ropes getting tighter the more she looked into her eyes.

Was she really a demon? She wanted to believe this was some sort of sick prank from Zoey so, so bad. But, there was something inside her eyes, something that didn’t feel human and she couldn’t help but believe her.

Well, she definitely wasn’t going to go up against a demon so might as well get some answers out of her.

“I’ve got questions.”

“Okay, shoot”

Where did she even begin? The marks on her arm? Her neck? The weird dream? The fact that she randomly walked into her house?

“What the fuck are you?” Guess that was the bigger question, whatever was in front of her was definitely not human.

Poppy chuckled “I already told you, babygirl. I’m a demon” Was she for real? “Well, I’m a succubus to be precise.”

“Like the girl from that Megan Fox movie?” Honestly, she was trying really hard to understand but it all felt like a bizarre fever dream “Aren’t you supposed to eat men or something?”

“No, whenever I do it’s only for funsies but not really a job requirement” She replied, inspecting her nails as if explaining this was a daily routine she was getting bored of “We usually just feed on humans’ life force. Mostly during dreams, like the one you had last night” One of her nails started to contour intricate shapes all over Bea’s neck, leaving a trail of shivers behind. Why couldn’t she pull away? A smile slowly crept up to her face as their eyes meet “Sex tends to be the best way to do this. And I had special fun with you the other night.”

“My life force?” She asked shakily with a lump on her throat.

Was she really here only to kill her? I mean, she asked for it. Don’t let a sexy stranger you previously had a weird creepy sex dream about inside your house sounds like something any mother would say.

“Oh, wipe that look off your face. Humans are so easily scandalized it’s actually kind of cute” She laughed. Her laugh vibrated into Bea’s ears, like a flip had been switched and she’d developed an addiction to that specific sound. “Don’t worry, as long as I don’t take too many at the same time, you should be fine, it renews itself. Besides, I feel like we both got something out of if” She winked.

“Ok so, Poppy ... right?” The blonde nodded. “Why are you really here”

“Ah, the million dollar question. Well, I certainly mean no harm for now, if that’s what you’re wondering” She said calmly, getting closer with each word until with one swift movement she was straddling the human’s lap “ ... I just want to see what kinds of fun we can get up to.”

Next thing Bea knows, both of her hands are pinned against the mattress. Both of their bodies flushed against each other as Poppy attacked her neck hungrily.

What had she gotten herself into?

[milasartblog]

Unspoken friendship

Mortals tend to have different kinds of friendships, from best to worst. In some of the old stereotypes, there is one where the real friendship can’t exist around demons. But one duo made it quite opposite. Kira and Nataly became friends not at once, but their friendship is a mix of demonic teasing and humanistic support, which was not very common in Hell before. And one of the moments where such friendship shines happened today. Nataly has just finished with her contract, and wanted to spend some time with her friend. However there was a problem: Kira liked bikes and was one of the members of bikers gang. Due to her shyness and the fact that some demons still act as jerks, she always walked with Ariana or Tereza at least to the bar, biker's favourite place to hang out. But today she wanted to try to go to the bar by herself, as Kira’s gang mostly spend their time there before going on the big road. 

Nataly: Okay, i’m here. Try to be calm and stay cool, Nataly. Things will go well, right? They know that I’m Lucifer and Lilith’s personal succubus, right? So they can’t harm me. They won't dare to do it, right?...What am I even thinking?

She sighed deeply as entered the bar. The bar was pretty crowded and noisy, most of the tables were occupied and only few hot waitresses walked around, carrying some drinks for the visitors. Despite the fact that Hell is a place with a lot of fire and lava around, bar was done mostly of wood, more correctly, of Hell wood. The atmosphere reminded like any typical hype in mortal realm, except it can be riotous sometimes. In such mess Nataly tried to find Kira’s biker gang, but strange looks from male demons made her feel uncomfortable.

Nataly: Oh no, not again. Why do they look at me like this? Don’t stress out, you just need to find Kira, that’s all. Just don’t look at them.

She thought to herself, trying to calm down somehow. And yet, her shyness and fear only add an oil to the lustful fire of the male demons. When she approached to the bar table, one of the demons sat next to her, which made her surprised for a moment.

Male demon: Hey, girl~ 

Nataly:...H-Hi.

Male demon: What such pretty succubus doing in such place like bar?~

Nataly: N-Not something that y-you should care about. Also, who are you?

Male demon: Me? Well, you can call me your dream boy~ What do you say if we go somewhere, just by ourselves?~

Nataly: No, thanks. A-And I'm actually here with my friend.

Male demons: Hehe~ Trying to lie to me? How cute~ However, you know well it won't work~ So, don't be shy~

He approached his hand to hers, but Nataly quickly moved her hand away.

Nataly: I told you that I'm not interested in such guys like you. Now leave me alone.

Male demon: Oh, that was in vain, girl. No demon girl ever say no to me.

Seeing his anger, Nataly was about to run, but he grabbed her arm tightly, smirking evily.

Nataly: L-Let me go!

Male demon: Or what? You will cry for help? Scream for King and Queen to help you?~ You know it's useless~ It doesn't matter if you're their personal succubus or not, you will do what any succubus does~

???: Oh, really? I would love to see King and Queen's reaction on your behavior towards their personal succubus.

Hearing a deep and unkind voice, the jerk demon slowly turned around his head and saw a muscle demon with black leather jacket, jeans and chains around his weist standing in front of him with his arms crossed. By the tattoo on his left shoulder, Nataly recognised the symbol of Kira's biker gang, but she was unsure if it was one of her bikers. The jerk demon swallowed heavily, but tried to act cool.

Male demon: Get lost, dude. I put an eye on her first, so this bitch is mine.

Male biker demon: Yeah yeah, all demons say that till they face someone stronger than themselves.

Male demons: S-Stronger? I'm the strongest demon out of all in this goddamn bar!

???: Riiiight, the one who literary made his pants wet after facing me~

The familiar voice sounded from Nataly's back as both Nataly and the male demon turned around and saw one of the strongest demons - Kira. Nataly smiled brightly while the demon jerk swallowed more heavily.

Nataly: Kira!

Kira: Yo, Nataly~ Didn't expect to see you here~ Came to visit me?~

Nataly: I-I was searching for you, but-

Male biker demon: This moron acted not so nice to someone who technically lives under the same roof with King and Queen.

Male demon: H-Hey, I didn't know-

Kira: I see. So he wants to have a personal chat with King and Queen themselves?~

Male demon: Hey, I only wanted to have a good time with her, what is bad in it???

Kira: You say it after every succubi you had fun with, even tho some of them didn't even want to be with you. True, it's in demon nature, but who knows what bad intentions you have for her. And I'm pretty sure you would not like to live with broken horns and wings after the "chat".

Her look changed from smirk to severe, which made the jerk let Nataly's hand go and silently walk away from the group. Everyone were silent too till the atmosphere of the bar came back to its casual state. Nataly sighed with relief.

Nataly: I'm so useless. Even against demons like him I just can't force myself to use my powers.

Male biker demon: Nah, don't say that.

Kira: Yep, the fact that you came here all alone to see me is already brave~ Tho, I would love to see how you use your powers on him~

Male biker demon: Me too~ I still remember how you used him as a training dummy~

Nataly: You did what??

Kira: Hehe, yeah, good memories~ Thanks for stepping for her, dude~

Male biker demon: Always, pal~

Kira: Anyways, did you come here to talk to me, Nataly?

Nataly: Oh, umm, y-yeah, but also to h-hang out with you. But y-you're busy with your gang, s-so I will not disturb you.

Kira: And throw away the step you did? No way~ Besides, my boys won't harm you~

Nataly: R-Really?

Male biker demon: Mark our word~ Kira's friends are our friends too~ Besides, we don't want to have any problems with Lucifer and Lilith.

Kira: Hehe, yeah, that's true. So, what do you say, Nataly?

Nataly: W-Well...if you don't really mind.

Male biker demon: Of course we don't~ We also have female bikers like Kira~

Kira: Yep~ Well, not as muscle as I am, but it's still cool and maybe you can even get along~

Nataly: I see. Well, then I can go.

Kira: Neat! Let's go~

The biker smiled as he gave some money to the bartender and the group went towards the back door, where the rest of the gang awaited them. While they were walking, Nataly looked at Kira.

Nataly: Umm, Kira.

Kira: Mmm?

Nataly: T-Thank you for rescuing me a-again.

Kira: Nah, it was nothing~ It was not the first time he acts like this.

Nataly: Really?

Kira: Yep. Fortunately, he doesn't hang around that bar, so less pain for us and that bartender.

Nataly: I see. Still, thank you and to your friend.

Kira: No problem, anything for my friend~ And yet, next time you can use your powers as much as you want~

Nataly: But w-won't it cause troubles for bartender?

Kira: Nah, this pal knows us already, so it's fine to be chaotic there~ You're a demon, you have to use powers when it's needed~ Plus, we can always help to restore the bar.

Nataly: I see. Okay, I-I will try next time.

Kira: Good~ I can help you with training~

They smiled to each other as finally reached to the gang, who greeted warmly their member and her friend. The rest of the evening they spent in a nice and cozy, but a bit chaotic atmosphere.

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And that's another story for our universe^^ I felt like to give some attention to these two. Hope you will enjoy it^^

Kira and Nataly belong to @wildstarfan and @milasartblog (both me)

Okaria et Feria belongs to @wildstarfan and @captainthane

[dragoon-of-all-trades]

Ainz x Albedo - Behave (Drabble)

A/N: With pleasure! Thanks for the ask! Never written these two together before, so this should prove fun! Sorry about reposting. Tumblr sucks ass, and even if you try to ask them about their coding issues, they don’t know what’s wrong. 8T

Prompt: “Behave” 

Pairing: Albedo/ Ainz Ooal Gown 

Warning(s): Sexually implied content

 Alone again. How disconcerting. 

The raven haired succubus sprawled out on the bedcovers of Ainz’s bed, gazing about the room with an ache in her heart that felt crueler than any strike an enchanted blade could do on her own skin. Her golden eyes lidded as she overwhelmed herself with her own lustful thoughts of the ruler of Nazerick. Albedo hummed with a broken smile. 

“Will there be a time you’ll need me beyond my wildest fantasies?” Her gloved hand reached to the looming canopy of the bed, admiring at the ring that Ainz had gifted her to allow for teleportation about Nazerick to be easier. 

A gift that seemed meaningless to others but meant so much to her. It might as well have been a wedding band with how she chose to wear it. She was tired of finding delight in the small things he said and did, and wished for something a bit more straightforward. Knowing she only had her fantasies to comfort her, she recoiled her fingers and brought her hand back down to her chest. 

“One day…you wouldn’t have written that line in my code without a reason. I know it,” Albedo whispered, closing her eyes and recalling the moment Ainz had confessed of what he had done. 

The sensation of a teleportation spell going off made the succubus tense as she sprung upright in the bed she was normally good about not being caught within. However, much to her embarrassment, this was the moment that the Supreme Great One, Ainz Ooal Gown, would catch her in this forbidden spot. 

The Lich seemed to freeze in place upon seeing Albedo there, uttering a sound of surprise. “Albedo…?” 

In a flash, she had managed to move to one knee and bow before the man she had fallen for. “My Lord…! I was not expecting you back so soon!” Her pale cheeks flushed with excitement at just sharing the same air he breathed. The black wings on her lower back fluttering slightly, the feathers vibrating together to express her fight for control over her emotions. 

“My time with the humans at the nearby kingdom was retired quite early,” Ainz explained, gesturing a boney finger in Albedo’s direction. He almost asked her to attend to her duties to making sure Nazerick was well guarded but he paused this time. How often was he going to punish her for something he did? She couldn’t control herself all because of what he had done to her code, and constantly, he blamed himself for it. His actions weren’t without reasons, but he worried—worried the love wasn’t genuine. “Albedo…I wish to speak of you about a more personal matter.” 

She bowed her head lower, hoping to hide her excitement in the thought. “What is it, my Lord?” 

He moved closer, placing his skeletal palm on her shoulder to urge her to rest. In an instant, a quiet gasp of delight muttered from her lips as she raised her head to look into the red pupils encouraged by magic by the elder lich. 

“Lord Ainz…” she breathed the word in a fit of lustful and loving desire that was always egged to the surface whenever she was around him. Her wings tensed and rested shortly after. 

“In this world, you are your own being. You are not restrained by the boundaries that held you in the last,” Ainz reminded her. His voice was calm, soothing to hear from one so frighteningly powerful. He expressed his benevolence often for one that could crush everything if he dared wanted. “So I ask you: are you certain this love you continue to have on me is not one guided by rules of the past?” 

Albedo’s golden eyes widened at the accusation that she could be blinded by a mere desire coded from data. “Don’t say such a thing! My love for you is not because of a mere rewriting of my behavior, Lord Ainz! If that were so, would I not question it? Would I have not fought the longing to be restrained by you if another had my heart?” 

“Albedo—!” 

He could hardly finish his statement as the succubus quickly rose and ran over to her master’s side. Her golden eyes shined brighter than before, showing the threat of tears. “I wish to be yours and yours alone. I am saving myself for yo—!” Realizing what she nearly confessed, Albedo quickly covered her mouth to prevent it from going forward. There were few things she wished to discuss openly with the man she adored, and that was one of them. 

The elder lich sighed, placing his hands on her shoulders to calm her. “Albedo, I just…” he began again but his voice derailed at just seeing the honesty in her pose and having her words resonate still in his mind. Lowering his head, his eyes lost their spark as well. In that one confession, his burdens felt lifted. Ainz raised to attention and removed her gloved hands from her mouth as the red magic flashed in the empty sockets of the skeletal face. “There is not much, I can do that you would find pleasurable.” 

Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as he mentioned such a thing. “Would it be such a bother if it were you who pleasured me?” Albedo reached her arms upward and embraced the neck of the elder lich. “Even if you just touched me, it would be enough to have me be sated for months,” she cooed as her wings fluttered a bit stronger than before. 

But this body makes it impossible to find any sort of enjoyment in the act. But for Albedo… Ainz thought, as he looked the succubus in the eyes to note her growing anticipation for what was to come next. He removed her arms from where they rested and motioned towards the intricately designed canopy bed. “Albedo, I order you to behave…and to remain upon my bed presented for me and me alone.” 

A pleasure filled gasp escaped her at that demand, as she bowed once more with her body trembling in an ecstasy that was hard to contain. “As you wish, my Lord.” She did her best to stifle the fangirl like scream that desired to bubble to the surface as she crawled onto the velvety cover once more on all fours to lure in her master and Lord. Her raven hair crawled over the side of her back, showing the exposed skin from her revealing outfit. She turned, looking over her shoulder at the lich. “What now? Shall I remove my clothing for you, my Lord?” 

He waved away the mere thought with his skeletal hand, a single finger clasping onto the opening he found in the upper part of the attire she wore. Trailing it carefully about the pure-white fabric, he let it find rest for a moment where the clothing sloped on her upper arms, only to move it down in one swift act. 

Albedo’s ebony wings sprawled outward in the heat of the moment, her mouth agape as she released an excitement filled gasp. Even the tip of his finger cut upon her flesh, but if it was something done by her Lord, she would accept it gladly and bear the mark as a badge of honor. “Ah…! Oh, Lord Ainz…!” 

“Does it hurt you?” he asked, grabbing at her own hand that had gripped the covers to prepare herself. When she moved her fingers further apart from one another, Ainz found the perfect moment to slide his own grasp of death between hers to hold Albedo as any lover would do to settle a partner as well as themselves. 

“No…! In fact, I embrace it, my Lord!” Her wings fluttered ever more heatedly than before, causing a rattling like sound to echo in the room from how excited the succubus was becoming. “Do as you want to me…Do it all! I can handle it, and I will prove to you that I'm the best in all of Nazerick—no—this world in terms of who is suited to be your wife!”

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Hellfire

A/n: SO this is wild I know but this is Taemin from Brimstone but reader in Hellfire is succubus!reader from Pomegranate Seeds. They have a bit of a past, you see. This serves as both Taemin’s backstory AND a sequel to Pomegranate Seeds, no I don’t know why I’m like this either.

Summary:  Even demons have a past, but Taemin didn’t expect you to show up in his present with a human boy on your heels and your horns shaved down.

Warnings: WELL OKAY HERE WE GO, edging (m. receiving), masturbation (male), needy desperate sub!JK under the effects of succubus pheromone withdrawal, bipanic!Jungkook, dom!Taemin (who is a switch but in this particular circumstance dominant), threesome (mmf), oral sex (m. receiving), talk of overstimulation and orgasm denial, reader is a real bratty sub as one would expect from a succubus, she’s living her best life being dominated by Taemin and dominating JK we stan, big angst tho idk fam 

Word Count: 4235

Taemin doesn’t think of you. At least, he tries not to, because he finds it distasteful, the way his throat aches, the way his mind goes all fuzzy...it’s unbecoming of demon royalty, having things like longing.

But he isn’t really given a choice when you pop into his chambers, cursing and stumbling.

“What the fuck, I---oh. Taemin.” 

Your voice goes flat when you say his name and he tries to pretend it doesn’t affect him.

Your hair is all mussed, face flushed, and was that....nubs of the horns you’d been growing? 

“Ah, my Persephone finally returns, yeah?” He says slowly, hoping the smile spreading across his face was a smirk and not as wistful as it felt.

When you flip your hair back over your shoulder a memory, unbidden, flashes through his mind.

“Ah...not like that, Persephone.”

“Will you stop calling me that? That’s not my fucking-” Your words were cut off when he wraps his fist in your hair, tugging hard, and a whimper leaves your mouth instead.

“You want me to let you do it wrong? Do you want to marry me after all, sweetheart? Is that why you won’t listen?” He hissed down into your ear, nipping at your earlobe when he pulls away.

You’d been bent over his chair, the one you mockingly called “his throne,” your ass in the air and him buried inside you, still, watching the line of your spine when you rocked back against him.

“Fuck you,” you bit back, and rolled your hips, this time the right way, the way he’d taught you, and he gritted his teeth to keep from moaning at the way your cunt gripped his cock.

“That’s it, Persephone,” he breathes instead. “That’s my girl.”

Taemin shakes his head to rid himself of the memory and pats his knee.

"Come and sit. Tell your betrothed all about your adventures."

You scowl at him, and he hates how it makes his heart feel light, the way you sit on the floor instead, always stubborn.

"I've been working, but ...I fucked up, Taemin. Will you...will you help me?"

You're looking up at him with those wide eyes again and he's almost angry, suddenly. He's almost angry because isn’t that all he's ever done? 

You should be in his bed, should be his wife but he'd taught you how to tease and tempt instead, taught you a trade so that your father would let you be independent.

He'd taught you how to leave him and never come back, and now you return to him smelling like humanity and gazing up at him with those big eyes of yours, asking for more help?

In the end, he leans forward in his chair and kisses the tip of your nose.

"I'll do what I can, Persephone. Tell me what you've done."

In the end, he listens even when rage is pounding in his ears at your tale, because Lee Taemin, demon prince, whether you wanted him or not, was irrevocably yours.

By the time you're done, his head is pounding.

"So let me get this straight."

You just look up at him expectantly.

"You were supposed to be corrupting an innocent."

You nod.

"And you did, but what, you just let him keep his soul?"

You nod again and Taemin takes a deep breath.

"Why?"

You scrunch up your nose and Taemin is an odd mix of smitten and infuriated.

"I dunno. I...I love him."

He isn't prepared for the pain that rockets through him at your words, and he masks it with a low chuckle.

"Persephone ...love? With a human?"

 He tsks at you and you stand up.

"Fine. If you're just gonna make fun of me, I'll ask Jimin."

His hand flies out to take your wrist. "Don't be ridiculous. Your father will never let you past the river Styx with an incubus." 

You look up at him and the panic in your eyes hurts more than anything you could have said.

"Taemin…"

"I know. There isn't much time. How long has it been now? A day? A strong one can probably go a week without-"

"He's not. He's not strong, he's….he was really an innocent. He won't last the week, Taemin, please-"

You clutch at his shirt and your hands on his skin makes his breath catch. "I'll do anything. I'll…. I'll marry you, if that's what you want, just take me to help him."

He looks down at you for a moment, searching your face and he hates himself for considering it, just for a moment.

"Y/n. Stop it. Such behavior is unbecoming for a princess, you know."

He takes your hands from his chest and holds them in your own.

"I'll take you. But he won't allow it now. We'll have to give it another day, make him think you're obeying his wishes."

You drop your hands, defeated. "Okay," you say quietly. "Okay, but I'm not sleeping in your bed."

"Still can't control yourself around me, Persephone?" He teases, mouth twisted in a bitter grin.

You look up at him, wide eyed. "Probably not," you admit, and your words shoot heat down his spine.

"I'll sleep on the floor. You take the bed." He says shortly, turning to get a blanket.

You let out a sound of protest and he smirks back at you over his shoulder.

"I want my sheets to smell like you again."

You roll your eyes but he can see the relief on your face, and he spends a long moment in the linen closet trying to control his breathing around the tightness in his chest

Later that night, he can hear you shifting, tossing and turning in bed.

"Taemin?" You call softly.

He lets out a long breath before answering. "Yes?"

"I can't sleep. Will you sing to me?"

It's incredible how a heart can shatter through without crumbling entirely, because he's thinking of a hundred times you'd said those words to him, remembers singing low in your ear with his arms wrapped tight around your waist, remembers how you'd sigh and relax against his chest.

It's been years since he's let himself think of the lullaby he sang to you all those years ago, but he finds he remembers every word, and you find sleep long before he does, his shattered heart still thumping stubbornly in his chest.

Jungkook watches you arguing with your father with his lip caught between his teeth.

You're pacing around the room and speaking in...Latin?

He wants to go to you, to soothe you,but you've warned him not to touch you when you're angry and he'd learned the hard way with a burn on his palm from trying to take your hand during a fight.

You whirl around to face him, suddenly, and there's panic in your eyes.

He reaches out to you, burns be damned but you disappear through the floor, a burning circle where you'd stood on the tile.

It takes a few hours before he panics, calling your phone over and over and it going straight to voicemail.

He tells himself it's just a night with your dad, and the fact that it's probably in hell is fine because you're a demon and...wow had it been a wild year.

Jungkook doesn't know what to do, so he goes to work out like always but in another few hours he's exhausted, muscles trembling and still anxious.

Anxious and….horny.

It'd been months, and you'd think he'd be used to it, the heat coiling in his stomach, his skin flushing everywhere, the ache right up his cock, but he doesn't know when you'll be back.

He ends up sitting on the couch, playing Mario Kart shirtless with a raging hard on, when a man appears in his living room, burning another circle on the floor.

He blinks and looks up at him.

"Hello," the man says, and Jungkook wonders if it's a rule that all demons must be ridiculously attractive.

"Um. Hi."

"Jungkook, is it? I'm Taemin. Persephone speaks highly of you."

The way he drawls that sounds like Taemin doesn't agree and Jungkook swallows and somehow none of this is helping his boner.

"Persephone?"

The man smiles, and it's a bit wicked, a lot like yours, actually. "Ah. You know her as Y/n. Persephone is ...a bit of a petname, I suppose. In any case, my betrothed is worried sick about you and I can't sneak her past her father just yet, so I'm checking in."

"Your... your what now?" He swallows again and boy, he doesn't like that feeling, a rock in his gut alongside the lust.

Taemin waves his hand as if to dismiss him. "You seem relatively healthy."

"Yeah I'm... I'm fine." Jungkook stutters, and Taemin perches on the edge of the coffee table, leaning forward.

"Are you sure? I can help, if necessary."

"I'm…. I'm okay." Jungkook gasps a little, and Taemin chuckles low in his throat.

"You sure? I taught our girl everything she knows, after all."

Jungkook gapes at him for a moment, stunned. He'd taught you? This guy? This effortlessly gorgeous "betrothed" of yours? His stomach actually hurts, visions of you and Taemin fucking swirling around in his head and it makes him feel jealous and insecure but somehow his skin is even hotter, his cock straining against his sweats.

"I'm sure. Can you...can you tell her I miss her?"

A little smile twists Taemin's full mouth.

"She was right about you being cute, anyway. Well, I think you'll last the night. If things get hairy, I assume you know how to take matters into your own hands, so to speak?"

Jungkook nods vigorously, feeling his face flush even hotter, and the man is gone with an oddly musical laugh that lingers in the air.

He's tugging down his sweats before he can think about it, gasping at the feel of the cool air.

He's fisting his cock and he throws his head back, calling up the way you look bent over the couch arm, how you look back over your shoulder and smirk at him.

Jungkook isn't teasing, he's been hard for hours and he's so close to the edge already but suddenly instead of himself being in his fantasy it's Taemin, full mouth twisted in that smirk, hips snapping into yours, and he lets out a long groan and slows his hand.

He should stop touching himself, he feels almost sick at how fucking gorgeous you two must have been together, it hurts to think of you bouncing on top of Taemin's slight frame but it's also so fucking hot, he can imagine how your face looks, can imagine Taemin fucked you hard, how your ass would jiggle when you were bent over, and he's so close it's almost painful to stop, his cock bouncing off his stomach.

His hand comes away sticky with precum and he's breathing hard

"What the fuck?" He says quietly, and heads to take an ice cold shower.

It doesn't help, and he knows better, knows he needs to come, you've warned him again and again, but when he's lying on his sheets that still smell like you, that scent of black cherries, there's now a burnt cinnamon smell where Taemin had appeared and is that what you'd smelled like together?

He hates it, hates how fucking good it smells and he's bucking into his hand again within moments of lying down, water still beaded on his chest.

Jungkook doesn't sleep, and he can't bring himself to come, going so far as to tighten his fist at the base of his cock, breathing hard, heart pounding against his chestplate, once, twice, three times.

It's almost daylight when the smell grows stronger, and his skin is on fire, head spinning like he'd drunk a case of soju.

His mouth is dry when he tries to speak, and he licks his lips.

"Baby?" It comes out like a hoarse whine, and he hears hushed tones outside his bedroom door.

He lurches up from the bed, dizzy and unbalanced, and pushes the door open to see you standing there with Taemin.

Taemin scoffs.

"Humans. Honestly, Persephone."

You push at Jungkook's chest gently, and he lets out a low moan when he feels your hands on his skin.

He hadn't bothered getting dressed from the shower, and he lies back down obediently, eyes big and glassy.

You stroke his hair back from his face, crooning comforts.

"Y/n. Baby." He breathes, hand back on his cock again, bucking his hips. "Baby, please. Please I can't ...need to come ...need you."

"Oh, my poor Kookie." You lean down to kiss his mouth and he whimpers.

"Please please please," he chants. "Please touch me. It hurts."

"You didn't teach him his breathing exercises?" Taemin's voice booms from the doorway and Jungkook gasps, eyes darting to the doorway and then back to you.

"I did!" You snap, your eyes dark with worry. "Kookie, what happened? Your breathing exercises and...you didn't come? All night?"

He shakes his head quickly. "Tried. Couldn't." He can't seem to string a sentence together, so he takes a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, like you'd taught him, and it clears his head a little. "Kept thinking too much." His eyes flit to Taemin again, who is standing there looking down at him, face almost blank.

You stroke his cheek and he turns his face into your hand.

"He taught you? He must be so much better than me, yeah? Must be better for you," he says mournfully, and you cup his face and kiss him again.

"No. No. Don't think that way."

Taemin chuckles, covering his mouth, and you stand and shove him outside as Jungkook whimpers.

Taemin smiles at you when you shove him outside because it's easier to be a bastard than to show an inkling of how he feels.

You'd been clutching his hand on the boat across the river Styx, leaned against him and he'd forgotten what that felt like, how it made his chest swell, and now...now with this boy, this human…..

He'd rather you'd put your mouth on the boy's cock right away, it would've hurt less than how wide and worried your eyes were, the soft kisses you'd placed on his mouth.

"You said you'd help me," you cry, chin jutting out defiantly.

"I thought surely you knew what you were doing when it came to this, Persephone," he drawls, but he regrets it when he sees your lip trembling.

He thumbs your bottom lip, voice softening. "Hey. Chin up. You know how to help him."

"I don't even know where to start! And you just made things worse, telling him ..."

"Telling him the truth?"

You snap your mouth closed, eyes searching his face for a moment.

"What happens after? Am I in over my head, Taemin? Should I...should I let him sweat it out so that he can be free of me? I'm no good at this. I failed him. Should I just do as I'm told and marry you?"

His breath catches in his throat and again, he wants to say yes. But your eyes are filled with tears and instead he brushes your hair back to expose one shaved horn and leans down to kiss it gently.

"It hurts, to have them shaved down, yeah? I should know, I had it done to come up here. You wouldn't have done that if being free weren't important to you. Do you think I want some pretty princess to sit on my lap?"

You just look up at him with those wide eyes and he sighs deep in his chest, leans down to kiss your mouth, almost chastely.

"If I wanted easy, I would have never chosen you as my mate, my Persephone. Loving you means letting you go, and I've always known that."

Your brow furrows and he can't help kissing you there, too.

"Taemin…."

He shakes his head, breath hitching in his chest. "I'll help you if you need me, Persephone, but I...the way you look at him…"

His voice breaks and he runs a hand over his face.

"Taemin," you say again, and the way your voice breaks when you say his name makes him feel like he's breathing in broken glass.

"You can do this, you know. You can. You can help him and I'll take the heat from your father. I'll tell him I chose another mate."

"You think I can do this? You think…"

"I think you can do anything," he says, honestly, and he strokes your face once before he takes a step back, before he breaks and begs you to change your mind the way he'd wanted to when you'd left.

"Will you….will you stay? Just until he's better. Just in case-"

He's already nodding, looking down at the ground, and he's grateful when you turn and shut the door so that you don't see the tears spilling down his face.

Jungkook is still lying there, looking at you with those big, doe eyes, and you wipe at your face.

"He….he loves you," he says softly. 

You hitch in a breath and sit on the bed next to him. "It's okay," you coo. "I'll help, Kook, I'll-"

He's shaking his head weakly. "Would it be... would it be better? With him? Would you be happier?"

"No. No, stop it." You hitch up your dress and straddle his hips, and he gasps and bucks beneath you when his cock slides through your heat. "I love you. I want you. Want to be here."

He still looks worried, throat working, and you guide him into you, slow, and he clenches his jaw to keep from bucking off the bed.

"I'm happiest here," you breath, and roll your hips.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," he chants and his hands slide up your back as he sits up to angle deeper, bouncing you on his cock and pressing his face into your neck, kissing you there sloppy and open mouthed.

"You smell so good. Is that what you smell like together? Cherries and cinnamon?" He moans against your throat, and you stiffen.

"Kookie-"

He's still bucking beneath you, needing the friction, the need to come taking over every rational thought.

"I want to see," he babbles. "I want to see how he fucks you. I want to know how to fuck you better."

"Jungkook, you're delirious, you-"

He lifts his head to look at you, and his eyes are a bit clearer. "I'll just watch. I'll be good. I'll be so good, Y/n, please…"

"You... you're serious?"

Jungkook nods eagerly, but he whimpers when you move off him and head to the door.

Taemin is already standing there at the doorway, smirking, no trace of the vulnerability you'd seen earlier.

"Baby needs a lesson?" 

Taemin had heard the boy's ramblings and his first instinct had been to run, to go back to hell and lick his wounds, because he'd said he would help but this was asking too much.

But you'd left four years ago and he can't stop thinking about how good it felt just holding your hand on the boat.

So he ends up letting you lead him in the boys bedroom where the boy is sitting on the bed, cock standing red and eager, and Taemin did have to commend you for your taste.

What demon wouldn't be swayed with that wide eyed innocence contrasting against the body of a god?

"Will you show me, hyung?" The boy asks, and Taemin raises an eyebrow.

"If that's what you want, human."

Jungkook nods and you make a squeak and Taemin turns to you.

You're stripping off your dress, struggling a bit with getting it over your horns and Taemin laughs a little and tugs it off for you, leaning down to kiss you softly on the mouth.

Jungkook whimpers from the bed, and you try to turn your head to look at him but Taemin holds your chin tight in his hand.

"He asked for this," he says, and you nod.

Taemin kisses you again, harder, slipping his tongue alongside yours, and when you melt against him, he smiles against your mouth.

You're bare now, and his hands slide along the outer swells of your breasts, your hips until you're moaning into his mouth, unbuttoning his slacks and filling your hands with his cock.

Taemin turns his eyes to the boy, who's stroking his cock with an almost pained expression on his face.

Taemin grabs one of your hips with one hand and turns you to bend you over the bed, his other hand on the back of your neck, pressing your face down into Jungkook's lap.

You barely make a sound but Jungkook moans low in his throat when your mouth touches his inner thigh.

"She likes being on top, human. But what she loves is when you make her bottom. She likes being put in her place…. isn't that right, Persephone?"

You moan against Jungkook's thigh until Taemin reaches down to wrap your hair around his fist and tug, making you cry out.

"Yes. Yes, sir."

Jungkook is looking up at him in awe. "Is it….are you always on top? With her?"

Taemin barks out a laugh. "You think I taught her how to seduce you without letting her top? You really are an innocent, yeah?"

Jungkook flushes such a pretty pink that Taemin releases your hair.

"I think you've mastered how to bottom, human. Give her something to do with her mouth. She likes to be used."

Jungkook looks at you with those wide doe eyes until Taemin pushes at the back of your head, and then he seems to snap back to reality, replacing Taemin's hand with his own.

You moan around his cock and Jungkook's head snaps back. "Oh. Oh."

Taemin takes the distraction to move his hand to the base of his cock, guiding himself into you, and oh fucking hell, he'd forgotten how tight you were, how your cunt sucked him in like he belonged there.

He hears you cry out around the human's cock and heat coils in his stomach. He grabs your hips and starts to move, fucking you hard and fast, just like you love, just like he knows you can take, and Jungkook is gasping and bucking his hips, eyes darting between you and Taemin.

It's easier not to think when he's slamming into you, easier not to feel anything but your body, your cunt clenching around him like a vice.

"She's coming around me already. She loves to be treated like a whore just as much as she likes to be treated like a goddess," he says, grunting when you roll your hips back against him and slapping your ass. "Ah, Persephone, be a good girl, yeah?"

You pop off of Jungkook's cock long enough to meet Taemin's eyes over your shoulder and smile. "Never."

Taemin chuckles and presses down on the nape of your neck again. Fuck, he loves you. He loves you and he hopes this is enough. He hopes he can make this memory linger.

One final lesson.

He ignores the tightness in his chest, moves his hips faster as you wrap your lips around the human's cock again.

"If I had more time, I'd show you how she likes to be punished, how to tie her up and make her come over and over until she's trembling."

"Ah, shouldn't we deny her orgasms, hyung?" Jungkook asks, and Taemin lifts an eyebrow, surprised.

"That's one way, but I….I never could deny her anything," he admits, drawing closer to his orgasm, mouth running away with him.

"Next time," Jungkook gasps, making eye contact. "Next time you can show me."

Taemin is too far gone to question what the human means by that, focusing on how your ass jiggles against him, on his cock pumping in and out of you and with Jungkook a moaning mess beneath your skilled tongue, he feels confident his lesson has been helpful.

Taemin empties himself inside you with a long groan of your name and when he looks down at him, Jungkook yelps and shudders, finally finding his release.

"Oh, oh, thank you thank you, Y/n, hyung…" he babbles and collapses on the bed, throwing a forearm over his eyes.

Taemin sighs when he pulls out of you and he buttons his slacks and lifts you onto the bed, padding to the bathroom to wet a cloth.

It's bittersweet, wiping you down, crooning comforts into your ear as you come down, and when you take the cloth from him, he can't bear to watch you do it to the human, distracts himself by going to get water bottles and when he returns, you're holding your arms out to him with your human asleep beside you and his heart seems to crack.

"I should go," he says quietly, and you shake your head.

"Don't. Stay."

In the end, he does, he and your human on either side of you like bookends, because he told Jungkook the truth. He's never been able to deny you anything.

Days later, when he tells Jongin about you, liquor and the newly fallen's own story loosening his tongue, Jongin raises an eyebrow.

"You still love her? After all that?"

A bitter smile twists his mouth.

"What, you think only angels can love unconditionally?"

*****

Up next: Fallen - Jongin’s backstory

[elmidol]

The Shackles of Fate - Six

Dark Faerie Tale AU

Read on AO3

Pairing: Kylo Ren/Reader, Ben/Reader

Warning: nothing explicit for this chapter

The Shackles of Fate

Six

Flustered was one term applicable for describing how you felt. Remorseful in regards to what you may or may not have done. The syragh who had warned you to proceed with caution now uttered an apology; guilt was something going around in the cottage, a contagious malady that weighed heavily on your heart. Finn turned to you as a repetition of his request to be forgiven emerged. Along with it came an explanation that you had not thought of. You had human blood in you, which meant that, as a guardian, he could not strip you of your free will. When it came to defending you against the imps with music, there were no laws to prevent him from fulfilling this task. As for dissuading you from listening to the succubus, that did have limitations. It was how Phasma had been able to silence him; because of your choice, your interest in hearing what the temptress was saying. Finn was incapable of robbing you of the ability to choose. Your own guilt was not lessened by this explanation. If anything, you recoiled and balled your hands into fists as frustration welled up inside of you. How could you have been so blind?

 Despite having spoken in a more severe tone, the light—balanced?—side of the faerie directed a softer gaze your way. It seemed to have dawned on him that whatever you had done, it had not been intentional. Ben lowered his arm, the thread that connected the two of you dangling in the space between your bodies. You could not help but stare at it. You recalled having previously glimpsed a red thread or string on the slumbering Ben when he had been a sprite. At that time, you had not noticed whether or not it was tied to your own wrist. The braid of red and gold that connected you with Ben now made you think on the succubus’s words.

 His fate in your hands. It had been, or was supposed to have been, nothing more than a childhood fairie tale along with the rest of this new part of your reality. Your fates were more intertwined now than before you had touched the red thread. The gold?

 “What does…” You started to point at the edge of the gold. “...this…” Ben caught your wrist with his free hand. “...mean…” You frowned, more than a little offended that he believed you foolish enough to touch the thread for a second time. Your frustration mounted when the faerie gently shoved your hand away only to take up the thread in his own grasp. “Why can’t I—”

 “You can cut it. I cannot.” Ben was apparently more forthcoming than Kylo; it was a little confusing to you that the same person could be so different. You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth. Chewed lightly on it while scanning the length that connected the two of you. The braided thread flickered in and out of sight. This prompted you to squint, which proved to assist in bringing the object into focus. There were countless questions that arose in your mind the more you observed it; some of those questions were the very ones that had previously faded away when Ben had first asked you what you had done.

 It was difficult for you to choose which inquiry you should first pose. On top of that, you worried that you were being perceived as rude for not answering Ben. Then you wondered if he had expected a reply at all.

 The syragh strummed the instrument, a return of the music having an instantaneous effect on the faerie prince. Those dark wings twitched in a manner that suggested he was growing more relaxed. Still, his eyes traveled to the door through which you had caught a glimpse of Skywalker. It was when Ben half-turned his body that you realized there were, in fact, two golden threads rather than a single strand as you had originally believed. One connected to the faerie, while the other was from you. You did not dare touch either given how Ben had reacted as well as what his words implied. There was something dangerous in regards to your apparent ability to cut the threads.

 You placed distance between yourself and him. Ben startled, his head jerking back in your direction, however he made no move to intercept you. You stared at the braided threads rather than focusing on the fae’s reactions. With each step, the length seemed to grow. Your back hit the wall on the opposite side of the room before you stopped. There was a brief moment in which you considered checking if circumnavigating would extend the length as well, or if the thread would grow and shrink based on the angle of your distance. You wondered, too, if the thread could snag on objects or people.

 “Uhm...Finn?” The syragh’s name rolled easily off your tongue. It felt familiar to you, friendly even. That warm feeling within you strengthened as Finn looked your way without pausing in his playing. He reminded you quite a bit of Poe; he did not treat you as being someone lesser. An orphan. A, well, whatever you were. That had never mattered to Poe and it clearly had no bearing on how Finn would behave around you. “No one…” Your mind flashed to the children. How they sometimes gleefully ran past you. How the sprite would likely be in your pocket or somewhere else on your being when came the day. “The thread, will it catch on objects or people?”

 In your peripheral, you could see immediately the way Ben’s lips began to shift. A small grin, albeit not one that left you feeling mocked. He was so different with his soul whole, you thought. Finn shook his head. It took you a moment to remember what you had asked. That was strange to you, foreign. You had never felt this way towards another. It evoked a sense of panic. Your heart began to race in a similar manner that it had when the succubus had been present. Phasma’s words rang in your ears. The way those lips, the ones set in a smile, had nearly been on top of yours.

 You would have to deal with that later. Shoving aside those thoughts as you felt the heat in your cheeks rising, you found yourself content with the knowledge that the threads were not in any danger from the children. Only you.

 This called to your mind’s eye the dark fae cowering when you had stopped running to face him. In that moment you had believed yourself to be on the defense rather than an aggressor. The idea that you were a danger held an appeal due to your childhood, while at the same time it repulsed you. You could unintentionally harm, or even kill, someone because you did not, in point of fact, fully know who you were. That you would have to go on a quest for self-discovery strengthened your attraction to both Finn and Ben. More than that, it had you craving the company of Kylo, the being who had been present for the start of this journey.

 The juxtaposition of behavior within the two halves of the faerie prince rolled in waves within your mind. The kindness that Ben offered, you realized, had started to lull you into a sense of false security. He was more forthcoming, but failed to be as blunt as Kylo. That had originally put you off. You had been frustrated with Kylo treating you almost like a child, however now you acknowledged that it had been your naivete and ignorance that had encouraged him to behave as such rather than your age. He would be willing to change his opinion.

 If one were to use kid gloves, so to speak, in continuing your introduction to your abilities, you would remain forever vulnerable and susceptible to creatures like the succubus. Or you would harm someone, as you had potentially done with the threads.

 You attempted to sort through all of the faerie tales of your childhood. Threads. There were quite a few tales. Countless varieties.

 When you looked at the faerie prince, he had averted his gaze. He was saying something, or at least mouthing the words. His attention darted to the door. What had happened to make him hate his uncle? Like the stories with the threads, there were too many renditions of Ben’s fall. It pained you to think of your legendary hero as being something so much...less. You wanted to direct the entirety of your anger on the demon king. Moreso now that you had caught a glimpse of Skywalker’s power, had felt and seen a fraction of his light.

 You pinched your left index finger with your right thumb and first two digits. This was your chance to ask the questions weighing on your mind, however your tongue felt like lead. Kylo had informed you that he may not answer. This may have been due to the possibility of personal questions or being evasive was part of his personality. You wanted to try your hand when Ben was there. The same person, but also different.

 “That succubus.” A clipped sentence. You put effort into keeping your tone light, nothing accusatory. Ben shifted, his shoulders slumping though he stood taller. His dark wings folded like a bat’s, wrapping around his body. The white of his attire was almost completely concealed. “Did you know her?” The syragh struck an incorrect cord. Just one, but that was all you needed. Ben shot his guardian an accustory look then turned to you. His lips were set in the beginnings of a pout that you doubted he was aware of.

 “Not intimately.” Your heart fluttered at those words, at what they could or maybe did not mean. “She and I were in the same house when you”—he put a strange emphasis on that you that gave you the impression he might not remember your name— “finished tying our fates together.” That explained the red thread. “She could sense...the feelings.”

 Desire. Passion. Lust. A strange attraction.

 You considered the dark fae that had led you to Finn. His teasing. The way he had described your scent. And from there your mind returned to Kylo’s behavior in your bedroom. Specifically, when he had smelled you. Next when he had tasted you, when you had allowed him to do so. His hunger for you both exhilarated and terrified you.

 “And the change in my fate. If she is not soon satisfied, she will inform the demon king.” Ben had started to pace. He stepped around the feline creature that you had observed on your previous visit. Its tail flicked to the side. Once more it cooed. Ben lowered himself into a crouch and cupped a hand along its jawline. “Artoo.” Having noticed that you were watching him, the faerie prince offered you the creature’s full name: Artoo, the Second Duke of the Naboo Cait Sidhe. “He belonged first to my grandmother. Next, my grandfather. My uncle last… Until Skywalker disappeared.”

 There was it was again, the venom in his voice. It faded by the time he next spoke.

 Ben sighed while stroking the feline’s head. “I should have known. You conjured his image.” Another coo, as though the creature could understand what was being said. You reminded yourself that the beings of this realm were not always identical with their human realm counterparts.

 Artoo stood on his hind legs. The room dimmed, which allowed the syragh, faerie prince, and you to better see the image that flickered into existence. A woman who could not have been much older than you stood shrouded in white. The relation to Ben was undeniable. You were unable to decide whether she was a sister or cousin before the image distorted, replaced by an older woman. The same female faerie, only aged at least two decades. A child ran up to her. His tiny wings fluttering behind him. Dark wings.

 The present-day Ben threw himself away from the scene, spinning on his heel and resuming his pacing. Artoo was not deterred. The Cait Sidhe walked forward without disrupting the projection. His coos were conversational. Imploring you to understand whatever it was that he was trying to show you. This had to do with the faerie prince. His fate in your hands. The last time the faerie queen had entrusted her son’s life to someone, it had been her own brother. Skywalker had failed to prevent Ben from falling to Snoke and becoming Kylo. At that point, Luke had disappeared. The queen, though, she was still watching for ways to fight the demon king. She was still waiting for her child to return.

 How could she not be? You ached while observing the image that played on repeat. That child running into his mother’s arms. For so long, that was what you had dreamed about as a child. Your own parents, whatever and wherever they were, loving you unconditionally.

 You reached out to pet the feline. Artoo lowered himself to where he was once more on all four legs. “Thank you,” you whispered, earning a new sound, the equivalent of a pur, from the creature. You understood now, remembered where it was you had heard about a golden thread. Life. Those few beings from the Upper Realm—in any of the realms—that guarded the path one’s life would take. Their fate and mortality both observed.

 You drew your hand back from Artoo to next address Finn. The syragh gave a nod to indicate he had witnessed the moment of your epiphany. A nod to confirm your suspicions. You faced Ben. Your expression was set with your determination. There were many things you still had yet to learn, but this you knew:

 “I will find a way to the Fates, and I will ensure they undo the tangled mess I’ve put us in.”

 A thank you or similar manner of appreciation would have been grand. For your oath, however, you received nothing more than a slow-blinking Ben. The Cait Sidhe released a sorrowful coo. Off to the side, the syragh released a cough that sounded quite like a suggestion. Checkyourpocket. The hairs on the back of your neck rose. Just when you had thought you had learned something, another layer of this mystery was added. You stuck your hand into the pocket that had previously held the slumbering sprite. It was empty. Finn’s eyebrows rose when you looked to him.

 You explored the bag that you had brought with you. The small body was similar but different from the one you had previously guarded. Your chest began to ache. You had stopped breathing, had clenched your jaw, until you were able to gently withdraw your limb with the...not a sprite. Sprites were light magic, you reminded herself. This tiny dark faerie was not that, and it—he—was very much awake. Hence the difference. His back to you. Arms crossed over his chest.

 He...isn’t whole right now. Your eyes meet his brown. A touch of light in Kylo, a touch of dark in Ben. They were two halves of a whole, neither complete without the other. A gold thread shimmered between the light faerie and his dark half. Their lives were connected. A shared red thread of fate. You and Kylo were also connected by a thin strand of red. Yet between you there was only a single golden thread, and you could not tell who it belonged to.

 The undeniable proof that you had altered the fate of the fallen faerie prince stood in your palm. No longer did the light sleep, which meant that it would not be so easily concealed. “They should trade places,” the guardian offered after watching your eyes dart between the two halves. You absently nodded, understanding the unspoken portion quite clearly. Their altered fate meant that Ben-Kylo would not experience the agony of being torn in half. One would think that an improvement...if not for the vulnerability it left Ben with. The seal was stronger in the faerie realm for now, which was why the prince had not pressed to leave.

 And why he is sticking close to his syragh. You winced, a fresh wave of guilt assaulting you. “Is… Did the witching hour not end then?”

 “Not yet,” Ben said, his eyes on the floor. Kylo impatiently tapped his foot on the palm of your hand. “A few minutes more.” He did not look once at his dark half. You silently thrilled at the knowledge that the faerie glanced at you every handful of seconds. He was shy, awkward, curious—but he did not invade your personal space as Kylo was wont to do. “You really have no idea.” Gentle and amused. This was where Kylo would have been blunt while remaining cryptic, except the tiny being refused to look your way. “Phasma also believed that I was whole. There will be no bargain if she learns the truth. The moirai will not interfere with fate, will not stop the succubus from reporting to Snoke.” Kylo made a gesture with his hands, earning Ben’s attention for the first time. “I know what I should have done.” Not reprimanding. An acknowledgment. One part of the faerie prince had been willing to kiss you as the temptress had desired.

 Ben raised his gaze to you following his darker half making a hand signal that you were unable to decipher. “Finn and I will teach you.” A pause. Ben’s eyes darted to the side, his brow furrowed. “Unless I still sleep at day.”

 “It will be worse if you remain switched during the night,” the syragh stated. He addressed you next. “Be careful what you touch.” Kylo’s shoulder’s shook, and Ben and Finn each seemed to grow uncomfortable, flustered.

[kinkykawaiian]

She is based off of Biblical Lilith. She was inspired by other interpretations of Lilith//

Working on a detailed reference sheet.

Name: Lilith

Alias: Death Dealer, ,Mistress of Betrayal, The Red Queen

Occupation: Weapon's dealer, Black Hat’s Emissary, Leader of the Red Macabre Corporation, Also ringleader of an underground circus for villains where she torments her victims((those who betrayed her or some man that committed a crime against a woman))

Age: VERY VERY VERY OLD

Race: Succubus

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual but leans towards men more

Biography:

As far as the legend goes; she fled the garden of Eden when she refused to submit to Adam.  God had sent three angels to retrieve her but they never found her. She was lost, naked and alone; searching for a place to call home and where she could be her own woman. That is when the devil manifested before her and offered her a place in the depths of hell. Promising her that she will be free to do as she pleases with no man ruling over her. And that is where she made her home and ruled over a legion. Years turned to centuries, centuries turned to millennias and millenias turned to eons that she wasted in that inferno.She evolved into the monster she is today and earned the title The deceiver of men, bows to no one and queen of the night.(The year 1860, Washington) She was summoned on earth by a mortal looking to get his rocks off with the infamous succubus and it backfired on him when she drained his life energy for sustenance; leaving nothing but a hollowed out corpse. Now, free to roam Earth, she disguised herself as a normal woman; killing several men in her wake. She was nomadic; never staying in one place and always traveling state to state; town to town and eventually she happened upon a small town in Mexico. She saw a discrete ad around the town for a masquerade for the insidious. She attended the ball expecting to find her new victim. She wore a crimson red and black Victorian dress; it's silk straps draping off her shoulder; along with black gloves and a crow mask, her hair tied back in a bun adorned with roses and black feathers. During the festivities; she met the infamous Black Hat. His face was concealed by a mask. He approached her and asked for a dance while complementing the color of her attire. The first thing she noticed was his top hat and assumed he had a high place in society; and since she has an affinity for men in power (because she wants to dominate that power) she accepted his offer. Hours passed as they spent the night dancing away; eventually the events came to an end. As they were leaving the building; Black Hat  whistled to summon his steed and to Lilith's surprise it was an undead horse with it's head engulfed in teal flames. He took her by the hand and they road together through the woods in the dead of night.Upon arriving at a lake where they dismounted; he asked her who the girl behind the mask was. She removed her mask to reveal her face; her eyes shifting to their demonic form as she told him who she was and she asked the same from him and he revealed who he was(At this time he was El Charro Negro)). The two schmoozed for several hours; talking about their conquers, victims and who they walked over to get to where they are. She was also admitted that she was going to make a meal out of him; assuming that he was a mortal when they first met.  He laughed in response and told her that he was about to do the same until he saw her eyes change. He was curious if she had any place to go. She told how she usually targets men and spends the night at their place before moving on to their next victim. He offered to bring her home and have her work for him in return, being impressed by the temptress of deception. She was smitten by the Eldritch demon and she took his offer. Once at his estate; she was given her own room and a set of rules to follow; to which she had a difficult time following because she'd be damned if she let a man rule over her. This caused them to butt heads but she still served him well with sacrifices and assassinating her targets effectively. Although she came close to almost dying once while trying to seduce and kill a monster hunter who was on Black Hat's trail. He had holy weapons that subdued her which he tortured her and sawed her wings off; her ear got torn and her horn chipped; he was about to slice her throat with a blessed blade but was interrupted by the leering shadow of a monstrous  Black Hat who engulfed the room in darkness. Lilith had loss consciousness from the blood loss at this point and she came to back in her bed with her boss tending to her wounds. He looked annoyed and chewed her out for failing to do the job; of course this lead to an argument between the two but she receded back to laying on her side in pain; allowing Black Hat to continue bandaging her wounds. He gently stroked her hair before exiting the room calling her a"Beautiful imbecile" and told her "Not to let it happen again because the next time I just might let you die"   Black Hat enjoyed her wild and wicked nature; trying to contain it would be foolish but he thrived on the conflict that came from him attempting. When he presented her a contract to finalize her employment; she question it's context. Black Hat was annoyed by this and promised her she would get anything she wished from the organization if she signed the doted line. Once she signed; he gave her anything she had asked for. She asked to start her own circus; so he gave her an underground circus to run where she would torture her victims for the insidious masses to see; along with two tigers trained to maim and eat those victims. She saved the money she earned(While also giving Black Hat his cut) she eventually branched off to start her own organized crime empire called The Red Macabre Corporation in the year of 1920. Black Hat was happy to see her flourish into a villain of her own but at the same time seething in anger because he secretly enjoyed her company(And her cooking; she would cook fresh stillborn babies for him). This made him grow even more bitter and even more strict with his future employees. Nonetheless, she went off; leaving the estate to run her own business. Now in present day; She still does business with Black Hat and they still have some kind of strong tension going on between them and it is unknown if it's hatred or sexual. But when no one else is looking; they will waltz privately in his office; reminiscing about the night they met all those years ago. They have a very antagonizing romance that comes off as contempt at first glance; so you'd have to read between the lines.

LIKES:

-Drinking in general

-The suffering of men who thought they were superior to women

-Musicals

-Old detective shows

-Singing and dancing

-She likes spicy things(perfume,foods,gum,sex)

-Guns; her favorite being her golden Berretta 92; a semi automatic pistol

-Tigers

-being the center of attention

-wine

-cherries

-cheese cake

-electro swing, jazz,heavy metal and waltz

-Dementia's illusive nature in small doses

-the rare sweet moments between her and Black Hat that happen in private

-roses

-living in the lap of luxury

-the color red

-Carnage

-Bathing in virgin blood

-the taste of human flesh

-When Black Hat sings "Vaillainous thing" to her ((

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwCdShFGjwI

))

-Belly dancing(mostly to Heavy metal),waltzing or tango.

DISLIKES:

-Other people's children

-Being referred to as the Night hag

-Being asked what her age is

-Being called a sinner

-Being annoyed

-anything cold

-Glitter

-Being disrespected

-Most men

-Outdated views

-pranks

-when Black Hat melts puppies

-Being told what to wear

FUN FACTS:

-Lilith can speak several different languages; including English,Spanish and pig Latin.

-She has been summoned to the surface world before in the past a few times; Once by Mary 1 of England(in the year 1552) and helped her rein the Kingdom with an iron fist. She also taught her to bathe in virgin blood to maintain her youth. But as all deals go; she collected her dept when "Bloody Mary" met her demise. She has her soul now trapped behind mirrors; only to be summoned to scare stupid children when they repeat her name three times in a dark bathroom.

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-Lilith is an excellent cook(She mostly cooks human flesh with herbs and spices)

-Lilith covers her chipped horn with a band at all times

-Black Hat has indulged in her sinful nature a few times and it usually leaves them both bitten up,bruised and bleeding. And it is their dirty little secret to keep.

-Lilith pursued Black Hat out of her own free will

-If Black Hat were to ever disappear Lilith would take his spot and rule ruthlessly and mercilessly and do away with the mortals he hired and summon a legion to take their place.

-Lilith views Black Hat as an equal; despite him viewing her beneath him. However, he does view her as the closest thing to his equal.

-Lilith left his residence before he started to brand his employees and never allowed herself to be marked by him if it wasn't by his teeth or claws.

-Black Hat and Lilith have private meetings every so often where he complains about his employees or talks about his new devices he wants to sell or they drink and reminisce about their past  

-Lilith will never say it out loud but she loves Black Hat; despite all their escapades together.

-When she was living with Black Hat he would request for her to sing him to sleep when he was restless (( She would usually sing "Belong to me"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KkBEnIoRqWw

))

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Personality: She is charismatic, bold and is never afraid to refrain from sharing her thoughts.  She is the embodiment of the sin lust so she is very lewd in nature. She is cruel to those outside of her inner circle and could care less about them. She is careful with who she deals with given her past experience with shady characters. She also comes across as bit of a narcissist and hogs the spotlight. She is manipulative and deceiving; leading her victims to fall into her trap. She is ruthless when dealing with victims. She also makes a lot of suggestive jokes.

Fighting Style: she is very flexible, quick and agile so she will use that to her advantage. She fights like an animal,using her horns to ram into her enemy, her clawed nails, fanged teeth and tail. Also may use her hooves to step on her enemies. Or she'll just simply unload led into you.

Powers: intense charisma and seductive power to match her good looks she uses to her advantage to manipulate unsuspecting victims,can disguise herself to look human, Manipulates dreams, Can see in the dark, Pyrotechnic, is able to make items manifest themselves in a snap of a finger, she can also walk up right walls and ceilings. She can teleport in a close proximity(She cannot teleport through dimensions however), sucking her victim's life dry to leave behind a hollowed corpse, Immortality. She also can use a spell to charm her victims(Only works with mortals) to get what she wants. Despite having these supernatural powers she is not as strong as Black Hat. She doesn't even come close to what he is capable of.

Quote: "Don't mistaken my respect for fear or you will loose it”-Lilith to BH

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Voice Claim: Cat Pierce ((

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fv8QI0C4oCw

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Theme songs:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AAOx_6jfek

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RViFRTgC2y4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9irdrSZ9Ys

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afZR_1BY0CA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7TFUUS_Yqew

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9sENKMK8Tk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjOtKC_GZ9o

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZdFaadxJl4g

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4cKIxhcTT8

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yP9olT_TdM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QL60uWjiXrw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n3FLpc-5yvM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-eJbxI-jZbA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkdXdVxTdNA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCXsRoyFRQE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeaC0gPRJpM

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Her and Black Hat's playlist:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bql8WO0GvqI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KkBEnIoRqWw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwCdShFGjwI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGti3Bzlxhw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pGbe-lEDCc4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bR5u9jb0PJE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4MZTU1-_bw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3ObHjm1fAE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZ79Rpv3kNk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHOE50gGP30

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=teuGzBoN8hE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8xTZIOAPhs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpOSxM0rNPM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeFLR9hKQ6Y

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISgaQcScFQE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Fp4yRDEVyM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5rtxcogEsU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36714VSOchI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMx6FA8gmgU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRw-8tDiPQc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccY25Cb3im0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WD-7zn3WCq8

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x83P5LjpWpA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6feSJsCxIw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ts--MxmAFkQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ia--jqrELbE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-WsZ2fUXbZg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzjUs5yR68o

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ow1QqW0jzTo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v-s4uLaaMBc

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Roleplay Examples:

Lilith walked into the ballroom and was instantly awestruck. The room was nearly one thousand feet long by five hundred feet wide, with the ceiling stretching up another hundred feet above her head. It made her feel smaller than an ant. The walls were a shimmering white and gold. Dozens of glittering crystal chandeliers spiraled down from the ceiling. Candles lit on each pillar; which illuminated the ballroom’s occupants. A group of five women in front of her all had flowing, elegant ball gowns that were frilly but pale. She could hear their low chatter as they talked among themselves and laughed, seemingly completely at ease in this festive atmosphere. Lilith's crimson and black gown made her stick out like a swore thumb. She wondered through the masked crowed aimlessly as she discreetly scouted for her next victim.

Lilith grinned widely as the stranger in black accepted her offer. She rested her free hand on his shoulder before they began to glide through the ballroom floor together; the sounds of violins filled the air. They stood out in their dark attire as they waltzed through a sea of pale pastel gowns and suits. The demoness in disguise had hunger written in her eyes. One could easily mistaken that look for lust but she was actually fantasizing how she would devour this man when given the opportunity"You are an excellent dancer"She complemented her partner.

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This interpretation of Lilith and art belong to me

Villainous belongs to Alan Ituriel

[ask-garnet-n-ruby]

Weiss has been having REALLY naughty dreams lately. She dreams that a pair of twins visit her every night and slip into her bed. One is a boy that is well hung, and the other is a very cute girl. The two touch and kiss her all over her body, and the boy even fucks her all night long. Weiss wakes up covered and sweat and her panties soaked. Wow. That dream feels so real~

No matter how hard she thought about it, Weiss couldn’t understand as to why and how she kept having these reoccurring wet dreams about these odd twins. Shrouded in mystery, she couldn’t discern who they were, or what they looked like. Only that they could potentially be siblings, seeing as she always saw them together. But aside from that, there was nothing else to go on. And that fact frustrated the Schnee to no end. As she wasn’t sure if they were simply an old acquaintance or not, or a pair of stranger her mind had manifested to cope with her sexless life. Slipping into bed, she let out a sigh of exhaustion as her eyelids grew heavy. 

Either way, there was nothing that could really be done about it. And it wasn’t as if she didn’t enjoy them after all. As slumber began to take her, a part of her wondered if she would have yet another dream involving those two. 

Little did she realize, she would, but it wouldn’t be a dream. 

-X-

“Hee Hee looks like she’s asleep.”

Appearing inside of Weiss’ room, floating above the slumbering heiress was a brother and sister duo. With matching crimson hair and silver eyes. Decked out in black and red with glowing wings and a long demonic tail. The two figures in question were a pair of twins; one older twin brother, with his younger twin sister. Incubus/Succubus Garnet and Ruby smiled as they watched the lovely petite heiress drift off into deep sleep. Unaware of the two sexual demons that invaded her room. 

“C’mon, c’mon, I wanna play with her!” Ruby exclaimed, practically bouncing in her spot. 

Garnet chuckled at his sister’s over-eagerness. “Relax Rubes, we got all night to play with her.” He said, smiling as the soft pout the girl gave her. “We spent the last week and a half prepping her to take me inside of her while you played with her body. I’m sure a few more minutes of patience won’t kill you.”  

“I know.” She mumbled but smiled. “I guess I’m just happy we’re finally doing this. I mean, just at all the sexual lust and desire emitting from her.” She said, eyeing the purple energy that was emanating from the sleeping Weiss. While no one would be able to see such a thing in real life. To a succubus or incubus demon, it was as clear as day. And it was so powerful and thick, it took all of the crimson-haired girl’s strength not to jump the vulnerable girl’s body right then and there. 

“Then that means she’s ready for us,” Garnet smirked, feeling his own lust grow insatiable from the energy as well. Pushing up Weiss’ pajama dress. He was pleased to see that the heiress had gone to sleep without wearing any form of panties. He could only assume that was due to their actions over the week. Her being extremely wet just from their presence alone was another clear sign she was ready for them.  

“Well then,” Garnet and Ruby’s silver eyes glowed. “Let’s get started.” 

-X-

...They were back again. Those two faceless pairs. 

Weiss floated in a dark void, naked as the day she was born, watching the two make their way towards her. She couldn’t move, something she came to accept every time she had this dream. Unless they willed it and made her move the way they wanted her too; she was completely at their mercy. She expected the same thing as last. Nothing but teasing, edging, and them being extremely cruel with their sexual torture

But no, this time was different. 

The girl of the duo giggled, that admittedly sounded like music to Weiss’ ears. Before out of nowhere, she felt the girl kiss her. Her eyelids flew up surprised, having not expected this from her, but she didn’t dwell on it too long as the girl’s tongue pushed its way into her mouth. Playing around with her’s eliciting a small moan from the ivory haired beauty. Her slender fingers traveled all over her lithe form. Gliding along her pale flesh, teasing and caressing every nook and cranny of her. Her nipples growing hard and her lower lips becoming aroused from the girl’s mere touch alone. She didn’t know how this mysterious girl did it. But it was as if she knew

She was so focused on the girl, she nearly forgot about the (presumed) brother of the pair. Who up till now, watched his sister play with her body. Seeing that her folds were drenched in her juices, he decided to make a move. The sound of pants being undone could be heard, and Weiss felt something hot press up against her slit. 

“MMPH?!” She muffled in a squeak, realizing what was happened. She made to say something, but the kiss was preventing her from speaking out. Feeling ‘it’ stab her entrance, Weiss winced from the hot member pushing into her. Her lips parting and slowly taking in the massive throbbing cock. She fully expected it to hurt, but to her shock, it didn’t. Her walls, in fact, coiled around the thick girth hungrily, like it had been waiting for it to fill her up for a long time. She couldn’t understand how it was possible. She didn’t know who he was, and yet her body was immediately submitting to him without question. 

‘Just a dream.’ She reasoned with herself; yes, that had to be it. It was merely because it was a dream, that this was all happening. Had she been paying attention, she would’ve seen the twin’s smirking mirthfully at that comment. 

But without any more delay, the boy started moving inside of her. His pace was slow at first but picked up gradually over time. The sister broke her kiss with her and went to assault her small yet perky breasts. The action and gasp and moan of pleasure from the heiress. Feeling her lips around her pink capped nipple. At the same time as her nipples were ruthlessly sucked on, her toes curled up from the intense pounding she was receiving from the brother. His deep power thrust caused her legs to bounce helplessly in the air. Her head thrown back in pure ecstasy, while hearts slowly start to form inside of her pupils. Letting her mind quickly drown in the pleasure of this fantasy. Which felt so impossibly real to her no matter how much she thought it wasn’t. 

A combined assault of her sweet spot being rubbed against by the fat cock. And the girl twisting her clit brought the heiress to a violent climax. Her back arching, a scream tearing through her throat as she came all over the boy’s cock. Drenching him and her waist in her juices, while clamping down tightly around the cock like it was a snake trapping its prey. This didn’t seem to deter the boy as he kept thrusting into Weiss, his pace more aggressive from the added pleasure of her folds unconsciously milking his cock for her seed. The baby blue-eyed heiress’ face glossed over with pleasure. A happy smile forming on her glazed expression face. Wrapping her legs around the boy’s waist, pulling him close to her, signaling that he wanted him to finish inside. And with a few more minutes of intense fucking, the teen got what she wanted. 

Her curled toes tightening even more as a powerful climax exploded into her. Hot slimy, sticky cum gushed inside of her, Weiss feeling it enter her awaiting womb. With her tongue lolling out, her body twitched in pure bliss, her pussy milking his cock as desperately as it could. While her face expressed absolutely euphoria. 

‘This is just a dream.’ Her broken mind repeated. ‘A dream, just a-’

-X-

“DREAM!” 

Weiss awoke with a loud gasp, clutching her chest as her heart raced. Her body covered head to toe in sweat. Looking around, she saw the sun was not out yet, though the time on her clock indicated that it would be morning soon. She bit her bottom lip as a ripe blush stained her cheeks. The memories of her ‘dream’ replaying vividly in her mind. Out of all the dreams that she’s had recently in the past week, this had to have been her most intense one yet. It practically felt real to the girl.

“Th-That’s impossible.” She muttered to her herself with a shake of her head. It was just a normal, albeit extremely hot, wet dream.

She rubbed her legs and looked down, pulling the covers off she saw that her bed was absolutely SOAKED in her arousal. The blush on her cheeks deepening even further. 

“It. WAS a dream... right?” 

-X-

“Well. I’d say that was a complete success.” Garnet grinned, watching the shocked and befuddled heiress covering herself in embarrassment out of her the girl’s window. His sister, sitting in his lap. 

“Mhm, thanks again for doing this with me Garnet.” Ruby chirped, hugging her older sibling. “You’re the best.” 

Garnet laughed as he rubbed Ruby’s head. “Ah no problem, I was happy to do this. Just remember though, you promised to help me out with my target next.”

As he said this, he pulled out a pic showing the face of Garnet’s desire’s next. A lovely voluptuous blonde-haired girl with lilac-colored eyes. Grinning with a full 100% Megawatt smile. The words underneath reading: YANG XIAO LONG

Ruby grinned and nodded at her older brother. “Can’t wait.”