#incubi

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hello! Would you be willing to write about someone who finds out that their roommate and childhood best friend is actually some kind of supernatural creature? Preferably m/m but its okay if you’d like to change the genders.

Have a nice day!!!

"You're...uh...wow."

Maybe Holden should be horrified, but all he could really do was stare, dumbly entranced. The staring wasn't that different to normal, if he was going to be really horribly honest with himself.

But Atlas also wasn't normally crouched near stark-bollocks naked in the middle of their dorm room. He didn’t normally have dark, gorgeous wings unfurling from his back. He didn’t normally stare at Holden with eyes that had gone from blue to literally black too. Hungry. Heated.

Holden hastily shut the door behind him before someone else on the floor saw.

"Are you, uh, okay, man?"

His best friend was, very clearly, not okay. His gaze tracked every small movement that Holden made.

"You," Atlas growled through his teeth. "Are not supposed to be here."

"Right. Yeah. Uh. My class was—" Holden lost his trail of thought as he continued to stare. "God,” he said, a little dizzy, “you look incredible."

Five-year old Atlas had been funny and brave. Nineteen-year old Atlas also had the absolute gall to be stunning on top of that. It was, frankly, terrible on a night out. On his own, Holden did okay. When he was standing next to Atlas though, more and more as the years passed by, he may as well have been a potato. He couldn't even hold it against anyone. He did enough trying not to stare himself.

But...he definitely hadn't noticed the wings before. He would have noticed wings, right? Even with that smile and those cheekbones to distract.

He realised, dazedly, that he'd drifted closer. One step, two step, three, until he was standing right over Atlas. Close enough to touch.

"Get out." Atlas sounded strained. "Now." His fingers – his claws – dug into the threadbare carpet.

Holden wanted to run his fingers through Atlas's blond hair. He wanted to kiss his parted lips, the line of his jaw, the beautiful curve of his throat. He wanted to touch every inch of Atlas that he could. He wanted Atlas's hands on him, sure and just as smitten as Holden had been for years, and he'd do anything, offer anything if—

"Holden."

The sharp snap of his name cleared Holden's mind a little. He shook his head and backed up. "Sorry. I—"

What the hell was he doing? Heat rose to his cheeks, mortified.

There were a lot of reactions one could have to seeing their best friend suddenly sprout wings, but Holden was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to just drool over his roommate like some kind of neanderthal. He'd done such a good job of not letting his stupid feelings impact their stupid friendship until stupid now too.

It wasn't like he'd never caught a glimpse of Atlas without his clothes before. It had never made him like – he would never have – but would it be so bad if he just—?

No. Something was definitely wrong.

Holden whirled around, heading back for the door. He'd opened it only a crack when Atlas's hand slammed down on it, shutting it again. The lock clicked as Atlas bracketed him with an arm on either side. They weren’t quite touching, but they were close enough that he could feel the heat of Atlas against his back.

He hadn't even heard Atlas move. His breath hitched.

Atlas groaned. He let his head thunk against the door, above Holden's left shoulder, as he drew in ragged gasps.

Holden heard him swearing and muttering under his breaths. He caught a few words that’s sounded suspiciously like ‘bloody scheming bastard vampires’ and a much more familiar ‘shitshitshit’.

Up close, Atlas’s new cologne was…was it cologne? Holden’s head felt cloudy again. He dug his nails into his palms, desperately shoving down the truly ridiculous urge to turn around and kiss Atlas immediately.

“What the hell is happening?” He squeezed his eyes shut. “You have wings. You have – I feel –”

“You’re supposed to be in class for the next three hours!”

“My class was cancelled,” Holden said. “Some last minute—”

Atlas caught hold of his hips, spinning him as if it was absolutely nothing, pressing him back against the door.

The bit of Holden’s brain that wasn’t too busy with oh, yes please reminded him that Atlas was not that bloody strong. He should not be able to do that. He always skipped the gym when Holden went, despite looking like that.

“What are you?” The obvious question finally penetrated the fog.

Atlas’s attention lingered on his lips, seeming…distracted.

“Incubus,” he murmured. He’d always had a nice voice, but in that moment, that word, it was like caramel. Sweet on Holden’s senses. “God, you’re pretty. Sharing a room was a terrible idea.”

It took a second for the actual response to register, let alone the rest.

Incubus.

“What?” Holden yelped.

It was all some elaborate joke.

(Atlas didn’t do pranks.)

It was impossible.

(Those wings looked very real, no matter how impossible they were.)

How had it taken 14 years for him to notice his best friend was an incubus?

(Did that mean he didn’t really have a crush on his best friend? It was just – what he was?)

Atlas’s fingers grazed just slightly beneath Holden’s jumper, blazing hot against the skin above his hips.

Holden asked no coherent questions whatsoever. He didn’t even manage an incoherent word. Every reasonable thing he should have been considering vanished in a haze.

His best friend was an incubus? Sure! Whatever. Nothing mattered except the fact that there was really far too much distance between them. Atlas’s mouth was right there and – Holden couldn’t have said which of them initiated the kiss, but it was ravenous and he was putty against the door. Head empty. All need and greed and wanting. He finally got to tangle his fingers into Atlas’s always annoyingly perfect hair and –

The lock clicked.

Faster than Holden could fully comprehend, the door was open and Atlas had bodily shoved him into the corridor. He landed sprawling and ungraceful on his butt.

He had a second to peer up, bewildered, at the look of absolute raw desire on Atlas’s face before the door slammed shut. The lock clicked again.

The texts pinged on his phone a moment later.

Don’t come back until I say so.

Will explain later.

Sorry.

Well, crap.

Holden pressed a hand to his mouth, catching his breath and his sanity with Atlas out of view. Then he went to the uni library to research everything he could about incubi.

By the time Atlas texted him that evening, he was ready.

#incubus #incubi #m/m #m/m romance #writing #story #ficlet #supernatural creatures #writeblr #writing snippet

[yearningaces]

Romance over

I want to be besties with an incubus or succubus or both tbh

Roommates actually

Because the peak comedy would be two hypersexual creatures becoming besties with the local asexual

Sitting on the couch watching TV casually and Incubus comes bursting in through the front door lip locked with the newest stranger. You throw a pillow at the pair as they stumble away and get to spill to the succubus that the incubus has someone over and watch him get all pissy because they were supposed to go hunting together later!

So you get all the drama and tea for free by watching some human who wanders away later looking like a nervous lamb as the two most hypersexual creatures you know argue about meal rights and get petty about it

They're both hella respectful as well, as any good creature is. So boundaries are established in the beginning. You know what they are, they know what you are. They'll either be gone late a lot or bring people home. Rules of when people can be brought over are set up, as well as some off limit things.

They know if you're fine with pretend flirting or not, and act accordingly (though regardless of relationship you're getting called every nickname under the sun) but the pair are also very protective over you because you're their human and any advances made towards you, especially by their evening meals end with that person kicked out right then and there.

Idk I just think it would be a hilarious dynamic, think of the chaos

But I'm also projecting as an asexual who's favorite characters tend to be the overly flamboyant and hypersexual ones ironically enough

#its the spice its the drama the fashion and the ✨style✨ without the sex! #letters of yearning #x reader #gender neutral reader #monster x reader #asexual reader #succubi #incubi #monster friend

[2ndplanetsmut]

Tw: suggestive

Oh to be a naive human trying to summon a demon for protection only to summon an incubus instead. Poor poor human.

#nblm #minors dni #feel free to add on #feel free to continue #i dont know how to tag this #mlnb #smut #monster fucker #incubi #incubus #demon fucker

[mr-laveau]

What can I say? There's just something about Gavin that glows✨

I have a headcanon for my newest Gavin design that the womb tattoo he has is either a glow in the dark tattoo (because I really want glowing womb tattoo too) or is actually a part of his physical form and either way, he has one and I feel the people should be enlightened on that so

#mr. laveau's art gallery #mr. laveau #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted fandom #redacted fanart #redacted asmr fanart #redacted audio fanart #redacted audio gavin #redacted asmr gavin #redacted gavin #incubus #incubi #demon #demon man #boyfriend asmr #asmr boyfriend #demon boyfriend #fan art #gay #gay body #gay man #womb tattoo #gay art #my art #digital art #artwork #artists on tumblr

[woelfin-sheeps-clothing]

Playing with the incubus OC I started earlier. Wasn’t sure how I felt about some things so trying Medusa hair and more fuzz in other spots. Big thanks to @crvggio for helping me with his outfit and makeup choices!

#incubus #incubi #digital art procreate #illustration #digital art #cupid #cupidcore #lovecore #monster #demon #monster oc #demon oc #pink #pink aesthetic #pinkcore #oc #oc art #oc sketch

[little-noko]

Passion project of @alainaprana, this is the first of the Monster Boy Studio, an series of original characters to fight the monster girl trope! Meet the Shy slime, Qui, a sensitive soul who's quire reserved and self concious. Along side him, there is lamia man Beau, confident and flexible, he loves to snuggles but will never admit it.

Briar, the delicate yet confident plant monster~

Lucky, the affectionate cat boy and Rocky, the hungry wolfman has been added to the collection~

Qui the slime

Beau the lamia man

Briar the plant monster

Lucky the cat boy

Rocky the wolfman

Chip the incubi

Art(c) @little-noko & @alainaprana Monster Boy Studio(c) @alainaprana

#my art #collaboration #merch #dakimakura #monster boy studio #monster boy #slime #lamia #Qui #Beau #Briar #lucky #rocky #chip #incubi #wolfman #cat boy

[leftsharkhypocrite]

#warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40k drukhari #drukhari #dark eldar #incubi #messy doodle

[bump1nthen1ght]

Campus Romance

Pairing: Art Teacher!Sex Demon x Writer!Gender Neutral!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1786 words

Summary: You stumble into an art lecture while around your new college campus. Luckily, the hot professor doesn’t seem to mind

Request: UH BELZ HELLOOO???? You can’t give this gay anon a He/They art professor sex demon and not expect them to request a fic??

Anyways- can I humbly request a meet cute fic of Belz with a reader (GN or Male either or) who’s a writer? Maybe they meet on the college campus Belz works at or they meet over the phone cause of Belz’s night job, whatever floats your boat I just want flirty demon pls (/lh)

A/N: For those who haven’t read it, heres the piece where I introduced Belz!

What a perfect first day. No rain coat, no umbrella, an open campus and a downpour of rain. You hold your (hopefully) waterproof binder over your head as you race across a crosswalk, just avoiding getting splashed by a campus gardener.

This is what I get for waking up early. This is a sign from god.

You had meant to peruse around the college today, taking a note of the building you’d soon be teaching out of and the general layout. But the rain has turned everything into a blurry mess and you end up ducking into the nearby arts building. Your future office is technically only one over, but you’d rather not spend that extra 5 minutes and have your jeans get soaked through.

After shaking off like a dog, you begin wandering down the halls trying to find a bathroom, at least to see how much of a mess you must look like. The building is heated, thank gods, but only few of the classrooms are occupied. You’d guess most people decided to ditch or cancel their 8 AMS after seeing the weather outside.

You’re shrugging off your damp sweater when you see a propped open door, a vivacious voice and the sweet smell of incense luring you in. At first you intend only to peek, maybe ask where the nearest restroom is, but what you had expected to be a dull lecture room ended being much more interesting.

Numerous paint cases and student exhibitions line the wall, the tables well loved with paint splatter and pencil scratches. In the center of the room is a giant marble statue of a man in a rather artful pose, surrounded by multiple students and their easels. They all sit hunched over, charcoal smudged on their fingers as they sketch the form in front of them. But what really catches your eye is the lecturer, standing right next to the subject.

“Now, I want you pay special attention to the movement lines of this piece.” They say, running their fingers down the statues upturned arm. Long, black nails trail down the side of the figure, tracing the defined side and the hip bones. “Notice the flow of the Contrapposto stance, how it positions his limbs around the slight twist in his torso. If you want to come and see up close, you may.” The lecturer smirks, “Starting next week we’ll have live models, so this will be the only subject you can get flirty with.” The lecturer slaps the statue’s butt, a general murmur of laughter coming from the students.

The lecturer steps off the stand and brushes back their shaggy hair. Their billowy shirt exposes a lean clavicle and several necklaces. Their blue skin is complimented by the dark red of their boho pants, only adding to their relaxed air. Their gaze wanders around the classroom, observing their students before landing on you, the wet stranger lurking in the corner. You give a wave, hoping it doesn’t look too awkward.

Their eyes go wide at your soaking wet form, briskly walking over. You’re able to catch the small name tag pinned in their shirt.

Belz (He/They)

“Howdy.” They mock salute, eyes wandering down your wet clothes. “My goodness, you’re drenched! Here-” They reach over, grabbing a smock from a nearby hanger, “It’s not much but hopefully it should warm you up some.” Before you can protest they’ve thrown it across your chest, ducking behind you and grabbing onto the laces. You feel the faint brush of their claws as Belz quickly ties up the back, cinching it tight to your waist with a few precise movements. The fabric itself may not be particularly cozy, but you feel a warmth covering your body nonetheless.

“There,” Belz mutters, rubbing some imaginary dust off your shoulder. “And look at that, it fits perfectly.” He mutters, his chuckle at his own little joke just as inviting as the classroom itself. “Now, what can I do for you, stranger?”

“Oh, nothing! I actually was just escaping from the rain when I saw the door open. I guess I just got…drawn in?” You straighten out the front of the smock, realizing now how random this encounter is. “Just thought I’d observe. I hope I’m not intruding.”

“It’s no problem at all, my lessons are for all, as is art itself.” Belz brushes a stray hair back before sticking out their hand. “I’m Belz.”

“____.” You shake their hand, “I-I’m actually a new literature professor, I was supposed to be touring the campus today, but, well….” You gesture outside, an ironic crack of thunder echoing as you do. But Belz isn’t dissuaded by the storm, a big smirk coming across their lips.

“Well, I’m happy to be your welcoming party, Professor ____.” Belz wraps their other palm around the outside of your fist, enfolding your hand in theirs. Their warm palms feel refreshing against your icy skin. “Now, do you like muffins?”

“Oh, yeah, I guess so-”

“Perfect!” Belz keeps your hand in his as he leads you to his desk, a big tray of different muffins sitting right by his laptop.“My mom always said the cure to bad weather is good food, so you may have the pick of the lot. Though my students have probably pilfered the best ones. Can’t let your mind work on an empty stomach, after all.”

Belz sits down in their chair, giving it a little spin before grabbing a chocolate muffin from the basket.

“Thank you! These look delicious.” You grab a banana-nut muffin, shocked by how warm it still was, like it just came out of the pan.

“I get them every morning from that bakery right near campus. It’s to die for, you have to check it out.” Belz takes a big chomp out of their muffin, immediately swooning at the flavor. Their noises are almost..erotic.

You take a bite of your muffin, trying not to think about that. But Belz is right, these muffins are delicious, you can almost forget about your waterlogged jeans.

“So, you’re a banana nut fan, huh? Underrated flavor in my opinion.”

“Agreed. But I think my favorite is blueberry.”

“Hmm, good to know.” Belz laughs, tapping their cheek as their eyes elevator up and down. You take another bite of your muffin, hoping he can’t see your cheeks flush. Instead you look around their desk, multiple knick-knacks and smaller art pieces scattered all around. Right near their laptop is a framed picture, one of those cheesy ones with a photoshop caption from the early 2000’s, of two rats. The caption reads “Benny and Jet <3”

“Are those your pet rats?”

Belz gasps, excitedly nodsing before holding the photo proudly up to his face.

“Yes, these are my babies, the loves of my life, my platonic soulmates. I would’ve brought them to class today, if not for the weather.”

“They’re really cute.” You point towards Benny, who is almost all white except for the brown spot on his hind. “I had a rat that looked like Benny when I was a kid. She was an absolute sweetheart, though my friend would freak out whenever they saw her.”

Belz tuts, “I don’t trust people who disrespect rats. It’s my ultimate judge of character.”

“Well, one of those friends did throw a pudding cup at me a year later, so I’d say it’s pretty accurate.”

You both laugh, Belz throwing his head back. He’s got a pleasant laugh, resonant like a bass guitar. His countenance is infectiously friendly and when he smiles your way, you can't help but feel a little more giddy.

“Well, good to know you have great taste in food and in pets, Professor. Hopefully that good taste rings true elsewhere, hmm?” Belz leans on their palm, giving you another wink.

You find yourself stuttering, rubbing the back of your head as you try to come up with a funny retort, but then-

“Professor? Could I ask for some advice on something?”

Belz stands up with a flourish, their billowing clothes making the motion seem extra elegant. “Well, it seems my people need me.”

“Of course, I’ll let you get back to work.”

Belz places a hand on your shoulder, that flirtatious smile making the contact feel even more electrifying. “Feel free to stay as long as you like, I have a kettle if you’d like some tea to warm you up.”

“Thanks again, but I probably should go and find my office. Be brave and face the rain.”

Belz smile widens, their eyes wandering down before locking you in with a sultry gaze. “Well, feel free to holler if you need anything. And you can stop by my class anytime.”

Belz begins ti walk away, but keeps their hand lingering on your shoulder. Their fingers glide across the back of your shirt, only loosing contact only when they’ve walked too far away.

Goosebumps rise to your skin, and you know it’s not from the wet clothes.

“Who knows, maybe you could be the model next time.” With another sultry wink, they walk away and to their student, immediately shifting into teacher mode as they look over the sketch.

You scurry out the door with a weak goodbye, hoping the cold rain will help your burning blush.

—-

Its your first official day of teaching and you're leaving the lecture hall with a pep in your step. Your students are much more engaged than you thought they would be for a morning class and you have a nice hour break before office hours. A warm lunch waits for you in your mini fridge, though you’re slightly regretting not grabbing those cookies you had back home; You were really craving some sweets.

You’re fiddling with the keys to your office door when you notice a small bag sitting right outside. It might have been mistaken for garbage, if not for the sticky note with your name and a heart stuck to the outside. You pick it up, nudging open the door with your hip as you walk inside, opening the bag with two fingers.

The first thing you see is paper wrapping, the thin kind all bakeries use, and then you the sweetest, most delectable looking blueberry muffin. It’s still warm to the touch, with a tasteful amount of sugar crystals on the top.

You place the muffin down on your desk, noticing the note underneath it. You unfold and read it as you sit down in your office chair.

You’re favorite, hope you’re having a great first day <3

-Belz

The smile that creeps up on you is a giddy one, quickly tesring open ghe muffin and taking a large bit.

Damn, this is delicious.

#my writing #reader insert #gender neutral reader #monster x reader #incubi #succubi #fluff #meet-cute

[wh40kgallery]

Dark Eldar vs White Scars

by Igor Sid

#eldar #drukhari #kabals #archon #black heart #incubi #hellions #covens #wracks #prophets of flesh #raider #imperium #adeptus astartes #astartes #white scars #vehicle #webway #portal #architecture #battle #banner #igor sid #40k

[the-modern-typewriter]

The bath was hot and left the air shimmering. The antagonist seemed like a mirage in the wavering steam - a door closed, then open, then closed again before they were at the protagonist’s side.

The protagonist lay frozen in the water. Their breath didn't quicken, though the protagonist wanted it to. They couldn't find words or sound. They could only watch as the antagonist knelt upon the tile, and reached out a hand. It was terribly, deliciously cold against the protagonist’s flushed skin.

They felt like they were burning up.

They felt like the touch, wrongwrongwrong, was the only cure.

"You're sick," the antagonist murmured, almost lovingly. "Thinking of me this way. You need help."

The cool touch caressed down the protagonist's bared throat, their sluggish pulse, and then it rested above the protagonist's thumping heart.

The world felt glitching. Unreal. The water was silken with some soothing scent; lavender or rose or something white and floral and heady.

The protagonist knew they should move, scream, say something, do something. They did not. They couldn’t. Did they want to? They might have leaned in for some small relief.

The antagonist smiled. Their teeth were sharp, and their fingers seemed abruptly taloned. Beautiful and monstrous. They dug into the protagonist’s chest hard enough that it felt they might scoop the protagonist’s heart right out. Might dip their lips to the pulsating blood, life, heat, and drink like a desert creature scorched through with thirst.

They were so wonderfully cold.

"Folie à deux," the antagonist whispered. "Won't you let me leave your dreams?"

The protagonist woke up wet and shivering in an empty bath tub.

There were alone, except for the crescent moons of fingernails branded against their skin.

They took cold showers after that.

#i have no excuse #it just popped into my head on a train #monsters #incubi #succubi #something #protagonist x antagonist #writing #creative writing #story #fiction #demons

[doodleferp]

As @eldritch-spouse knows, this recent Vesper slander…displeases me. There are but three Icons that are in my favor, and Vesper is one of them.

This man’s literal mission in his life to spoil you so hard you cum buckets, and he doesn't even require crotch spawn for it??? Sir??? Pick me up??? Carry me, smother me, just show me affection???

#this was also an excuse to draw santi again #bros hook bros up with thirsty demon husbands #I have a greyscale version of the comic that i'll post if this one's too bright #my art #art by doodle #santi oc #vesper oc #pinnie’s bois #comic #friend’s ocs #not my oc #madds #monster lover #monster fucker #demon oc #demon x human #yandere demon #monster oc #incubus #incubi #incubus x human #lust demon

[draculas-baby-bat]

#monster lover #demon #horns #purple #magic #incubus #incubi #monster fucker

[glibribsart]

headshot commissions for beetleslungs on twitter !

#incubi #demons #demon oc #commission #commissions

[archival-arrival]

Incubus

[incubus]

a flag for otherkin, alterhuman, nonhuman folk who identify as incubi, be it alters from a system, species dysphora, gender related or other. this flag is for incubi of all kinds.

radqueers and transid/transx people stay off this post, none of these are for you.

tagging @acetrappolaswife

ids in alt text

#cubi #cubus #coining blog #mogai coining #gender blog #archive coined #xeno coining #gender coining #librarian cass #otherkin flag #alterhuman flag #nonhuman flag #demon flag #incubi #incubi flag #incubus #incubus flag

[dumbdomb]

Read my pinned before you interact! 18+ only.

trans empowered succubus with special powers to absorb the masculinity of those he envelopes with their demonic cunt. trans women summon this masc monster to heal them with tantric love and understanding, but some are only attracted to virile men and prey on their energy. there are stories about this creature abducting women who've wandered too far, and there have been reports claimed as evidence they were actually shape-shifters who decided to abandon their previous life. no one knows for sure what this entity looks like because it can take many forms.

𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖒𝖞 𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙! 18+ 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞. 🖤

Read my pinned post BEFORE you interact: like, reblog, reply, dm, ask, or follow. Must be over eighteen years of age to interact. 18+ only.

#save me succubus wiki page #forcemasc #force masc #autoandrophilia #succubi #spectrophilia #monster fucker #terato #terat0philliac #somno fantasy #somno breeding #cnc somno #horror nsft #succubae #succubes #incubi #incubus #incubabe #trans nsft #queer nsft #domb brain

[woelfin-sheeps-clothing]

When you start with an AU idea and casual interest in the lovecore aesthetic and suddenly you have an itch to draw a very pink incubus. Still don’t have a name picked.

Full sketch and this weeks sketches on Patreon! My first set of fantasy pose inspirations are now up and this month’s full illustration with a similar pink theme. 🎀💕🌸🩷

#lovecore #lovecore aesthetic #lovecore art #incubus #incubi #incubus oc #oc #demon #demon oc #digital art #sketch #lovecore incubus #pink aesthetic #pinkcore #pink