-He obviously didn’t grow up learning social norms and manners so he’s kinda a mess
-You gotta be a “I can fix him” type of person
-Showing interest in his games is a good way to get on his side
-also supporting his plans, especially if you make good comments about them (He likes feeling smart and important)
-Once you gain his trust he’ll let you dote on him, he’s a sucker for it honestly. Considering his past, he appreciates someone actually caring for him
-It’s a trail trying to make him stop scratching at his neck, so you hold his hands so he can’t scratch! He likes this a lot more.
-I think in general he starts taking better care of himself once you start dating, but he’s still a bit of a mess, it’s part of his charm
-Loves it when you cuddle on his lap while he games
-He definitely made you both on Tomogotchi Island (you’re married)
-He struggles with control, but eventually lets you take over in different aspects of your relationship (intimacy)
Mako had a shitty day. None of his investigations went well. His coworkers were annoying as hell, even Chief Beifong got on his nerves. He come home and kicked his shoes off. He walked into the living room where you happened to be sitting and immediately fell onto the couch. His head immediately settling in your lap.
“Bad day?” you question.
He hums in confirmation.
You shake your head and run your fingers through his hair. “Well you’re home now, so no need to worry about it.”
He nestles into your lap further, happily accepting the affection, his annoyance slowly fading. Today may have sucked but maybe this evening didn’t have to
A huge part of Mako’s character is that he cares for people. He sacrificed his childhood to take care of Bolin and he risked his life to help Korra.
He’s a very protective lover. He takes care of you, he’s a tad cheesy at times but he loves you deeply.
His hand will naturally migrate to your lower back, guiding you through crowds. He also loves holding your hand, the simple intimacy of it.
He’ll use the cheesiest of pickup lines on you. The same way he does when stopping crime. He loves hearing you laugh and playfully shove his shoulder.
⊹₊🔥⋆｡°✩ Spicy HC’s Below⊹₊🔥⋆｡°✩
He’s normally a top. I can see him as a brat tamer, sternly laying out the rules. One glance and you behave.
He hates the idea of hurting you during intimacy, regardless of how much you beg. He may grip you tightly and thrust into you brutally, but he’ll never hit you, never choke you, never ever use his flames.
He’ll do a mix of degradation and praise, depending on how bratty you’ve been acting. He likes seeing you fall apart beneath him.
His biggest weakness is actually you being in charge. He’s always taking care of others, so why not take care of him?
Soothing him after a long day, tracing and kissing the scars on his body. Massaging his sore muscles , making him groan in relief.
Maybe the massage goes further, a happy ending 😉
He lives to please when he gives up control. He’ll happily give you oral (regardless of what’s between your legs), he loves feeling your thighs clamp around his head, your fingers gripping his hair. If you pull it, he’ll whimper.
His biggest show of trust is to let you tie him up. He hates not being able to touch you, but he knows he can trust you.
Husband!Divus who loves his spouse so much. Absolutely down bad. But don’t think that means he isn’t in charge.
Husband!Divus who had a custom made collar created for you. It’s red leather and sits against your neck comfortably. The tag says “Property of Crewel”
Husband!Divus whose dominance is in every aspect of his life. A glance towards you if you act up. A click of the tounge to correct you. A hand on your back to lead you through a crowd, occasionally moves to the back of your neck, tugging on your collar.
Husband!Divus who enjoys marking you up. Maybe he acts like the dogs he adores, but he feels feral when he’s inside you. Biting your neck beneath your collar, marking up your thighs.
Husband!Divus who adores it if you leave lipstick marks on his neck and face. It never leaves the house, he has a reputation to upkeep of-course.
Husband!Divus who doesn’t play around when it comes to aftercare. You and him will have very intense scenes so he makes sure to take care of you. Soothing any sores and bruises. Cleaning you up and bringing you back to earth.
Okay gang lemme put you in this. A dating simulator called MeChat. It has voice acted audio recordings, characters of all genders and races. It has stories for Polyamory too!
The art is also fine AF and can get pretty freaky
(freaky men below the cut)
Please I need to talk about this with other people
I belive that within a traditional patriarchy, the most “manly” thing a man could do is get down on his knees. Like you feel so confident in your body and masculinity that you can give up control, to become “subservient” (a role traditionally assigned to women)
^^^ that’s the polite way
Now the raunchy way:
Holy shit men getting down on their knees. Desperate to pleasure you, to make you see stars and be unable to feel your legs afterwards.
Reader works an office job and hates their life. They love horror stories and internet creepypastas. So when the “Ticci Toby” breaks into their house, they’re ecstatic.
Reader with They/Them Pronouns, Trying to keep the language gender neutral (feedback is accepted)
The monotony of the office job was driving you up the wall. Coworkers are assholes, always asking you to run errands while you’re clearly doing your own work. Your boss is arrogant and has no respect for any of his employees.
Each day you go home and flop down onto your bed, screaming into your pillow to release your anger. Horror is your one escape: movies, books, youtube videos.
It gets your adrenaline up, a complete 180 from work. But it also makes you excited, in more ways than one. Your core feels hot as you watch the MC’s getting stalked by the masked men. It’s a form of desire and dedication that feels so foreign from reality. Maybe it’s because work is so lackluster and you’ve had no luck with dating.
So you fall down the rabbit hole of fanfiction and horror erotica. Pleasuring yourself to the idea of large men pinning you down, loving you so much they stalk your every move, being willing to kill for you.
One killer really catches your eye, an urban legend of “Ticci Toby”. Coming from a shitty household, loses his sister in a car crash and then kills his father, sets the neighborhood on fire and runs away. His signature weapon being a pair of hatches, he had a signature look including a pair of amber goggles and a muzzle covering his mouth. Another notable feature is that part of his cheek is missing, scared and exposing the man’s teeth.
You can’t explain why but he’s so alluring to you. The fluffy brown hair, the incredible strength, his supposed everlasting stamina. Imagine how many rounds you could go.
Little do you know that he’s real and interested in you too. He’s been staking you for awhile, originally thinking you’d be an easy target, a quick kill. He watched you through your window which you never covered with curtains. He was gonna sneak in when you fell asleep and chop you up, but then you started touching yourself. Your hands running over your skin, sweat glistening and breathing heavily. He watches as your hands dip lower and lower, the way you twist and contort as pleasure wracks your body.
Everything changes when he hears you moan his name. He can’t believe it, he must be hearing things. Maybe it’s a different Toby, but regardless it fuels him. He keeps watching, coming back each night to watch you.
I bet I could make them feel good, make them scream.
After a particularly shitty day, you drag yourself back home and in your exhausted haze, you don’t close the door all the way.
If there is a god, Toby is sure this is a gift from above. He sneaks up to the door and enters the house, walking behind you silently.
You go to your room and immediately start stripping, you just need some form of release. You manage to get your shirt off when he enters your room.
You shriek and stumble back, freaking out at the stranger in your home. You grab pillows and chuck them at him, body in full autopilot.
“What’s wrong s-sweetie? I-I thought you loved s-stuff like this?”
It slowly clicks into mind, the fluffy brown hair, the goggles and muzzle. The blood stained jacket, the dirty boots. The way he makes clicking sounds when he speaks.
“Toby?” you blurt out.
He groans, “I love h-hearing my name in your mouth.”
“You’re n-not real…”
“I feel pretty r-r-real,” he grabs your hand and places it on his chest, “W-what do you think?”
You shudder at the feeling of his hand on yours, his hard chest beneath your hand. Your eyes rake over his body and his over yours.
“I’ve been w-watching you, the w-way you come home exhausted. H-how you come home and t-touch yourself. How you m-moan my name.”
Your eyes widen as you realize what’s happening. You felt eyes on you before but you convinced yourself it was your imagination. It was attractive in fiction, it shouldn't be in reality. But you feel those butterflies in your stomach regardless.
He chuckles, “L-look at how f-flustered you are.” His hand moves lower, cupping your crotch. A moan slips through your lips.
“W-why don’t you let me t-take care of you?”
You nod aggressively, grinding against his hand.
He tears off his muzzle and smashes your faces together, teeth clashing and nipping at each other. He shoves you into the bed, crawling on top and caging you in. His breath is hot and heavy in your neck, panting from the kiss.
You catch your breath as well, looking up at Toby. Fluffy hair, dark brown eyes and that gash on his cheek. Something takes over and you lean up and drag your tongue over the skin. It felt different than normal skin, and his reaction was so delicious.
He shuddered and then sat up, “You are such a freak,” he cackles.
“You like it though, don’t you?” you ask.
“I do,” he says.
You grin and grab his hair and pull him close again, making out aggressively and wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands grip your thighs, pulling you flush against him.
Clothes get torn off, hands grabbing everywhere and everything. His hands bruise your flesh, his teeth sink into your skin as well, marking you up feels natural to him, something primal.
“He tears off his muzzle and smashes your faces together, teeth clashing and nipping at each other. He shoves you into the bed, crawling on top and caging you in. His breath is hot and heavy in your neck, panting from the kiss.”
She wasn't super popular but she was able to skirt under the radar of bullies and assholes.
Until she had to go hunting with the family of one of the "bullies", he was insecure that she was such a good mark so him and his friends snuck to her house and killed her dog (because they're fucked up)
She can't cope with this well, she turns her dog's face into a taxidermy mask and goes to kill those boys she succeeded.
Her MO when it comes to her killing is animal abusers. She uses her Hunting skills to catch her victims, she makes them feel the pain that they caused.
The next morning I got up and saw a folder on my bed. I opened it and saw brief summaries of each of the people living here.
The man with the permanent smile was Jeff.
The man in the yellow jacket was called Maskey.
The man in the hoodie was fittingly called Hoodie.
The blond glitching man was named B.E.N.
The brunette with the muzzle was named Toby.
I had met Clockwork already.
Other women were Nina, Jane, and Kate.
There was another man I had yet to meet. Another demon. His name was Jack, he was the resident medic and cannibal. Well- not really a cannibal since he eats humans and not other demons.
I was very intrigued to meet him. I haven’t interacted with some other demons in a while.
I got up and headed out into the living room, hoping to run into someone else interesting.
The first person I see is Maskey. He sits at the table, sipping a coffee, holding the mug like a lifeline.
“Good morning!” I say, walking up to him.
He flinches before looking up. “You stayed?” he sounds genuinely surprised.
“Slenderman is letting me stay. Help you boys let out some steam, ya know.”
He glances at me and goes back to his drink. “The others will probably make use of that… service.”
“I’m here for everyone.”
I watch his jaw clench, he seems annoyed. He gets up and leaves, taking his drink with him.
So he’s definitely not in the mood for anything right now.
I sigh and lay on the couch, scrolling on my phone. This invention of the humans was very entertaining, I've been using them for ages. It was also a breeding ground for kinks and horny people. Dating apps were useful for a quick bite.
“So the slender really kept you around?” a voice says.
I look up to see Jeff. “He did,” I say.
“So you're gonna be a new proxy or something?”
“Nope. I’m here to fuck.”
He looks surprised before grinning, which looks very strange with his slit mouth.
“So you’re going to be the house whore?” he asks, laughing.
He’s a rather crude and blunt person according to the file. Good to see it’s accurate.
“Basically.”
“Well maybe we can have some fun once I get back from this mission,” he says, more like a statement and less like a question.
“As long as you make it back in one piece."
He laughs, “Oh you’ll be fun.”
I smirk as he heads out the door, anticipating the taste of his lust.
“House whore sounds harsh.”
I turn to see Hoodie.
“Maybe, but he’s not wrong.”
“Why’s Slender letting you do this?”
“Do you want the real answer?”
“…Yes.”
“He thinks y'all will be less snappy if you get to let out your sexual frustration.”
“Damn.”
“He’s probably right, I mean you look tense.”
He raises his eyebrow, “Calm down girl,” he jokes.
I smirk, “You gonna make me?”
He shakes his head, “Not now.”
I sigh, “I’ll eat eventually.”
“Eat?”
“I feed off of sexual energy. I can eat human food but it doesn’t sustain me.”
“Interesting.”
“Humans usually find me as such.”
He stares at me for a minute before leaving.
I lay on that couch for a while, having passing words with people in the house as they pass by. Most seem curious but they won't talk to me for long. I try using my human disguise to see if it would help but it doesn't. It seems that people like to stay in their rooms most of the time.
Timeskip
Jeff came through the door, covered in blood. It clung to his white hoodie like a second skin, he seemed unfazed by it. His eyes were wild as they landed on me. I could feel the adrenaline running through his system. I licked my lips in anticipation. He grinned wildly and came closer to me.
“Came back in one piece, now you gonna do good on your word, pretty girl?”
“I’m a woman of my word- your room or mine?”
“Mine-“ he says, pulling me from the couch and dragging me to his room.
He throws open the door before slamming it shut. I take a quick glance around the room, it’s dark,dingy and pretty messy but that’s not really a surprise.
I’m taken out of my thoughts by a mouth on mine. It’s strange to kiss him with the slit in his face, it’s messy and aggressive, his tongue being shoved down my throat. I groan in delight, already tasting his sexual energy. His hands wander up and down my body, eventually settling on my ass.
“Why do you taste so sweet?” he asks, pulling back from me.
“My spit is an aphrodisiac, tastes good and makes you more excited.”
He laughs, “You’re just full of surprises aren’t ya?”
“Wish I was full of you instead,” I say with a wink.
He smirks and pushes me onto his bed, quickly climbing on top. “How attached are you to your clothes?”
“Not too attached- why?” I say, slightly confused:
He pulls out a knife and runs it over my top, the thin fabric ripping in half, exposing my lacy bra, “That’s why,” he says.
He pushes the fabric off of me before reaching down to my shorts and pulling them down, tossing them devil knows where in his room.
His eyes rake over my body, unblinking (due to his lack of eyelids), a visible hunger shines in them.
“Such pretty lingerie, a shame it’s not gonna last long,” he says before cutting off my bra.
I shudder at the cold air that hits my chest.
“Hey!”
“You’ll be fine, now get on your knees. I wanna use that pretty mouth of yours,” he says.
I sink to the floor looking up at him through my lashes as he undoes his belt. He frees himself of his jeans and boxers, leaving his dick hanging in front of me. It's a good size, around 6/7 inches, with precum leaking from the tip.
I wince as he pulls my hair into a makeshift pony and pulls me forward.
It’s fast and messy, slamming his cock down my throat. My lack of a gag reflex makes this process easier than a human in the same position.
I watch as he throws his head back, “Fuck- that slutty mouth of yours is a weapon,” he groans.
His lust is growing, now that we’re actually fucking I can feed easer. I reach a hand up to play with his balls, squeezing them gently.
His grip on my hair tightens and I moan in delight around him.
“I’m gonna shoot blanks down this throat of yours and you're gonna take it,” he says, speeding up the bucking of his hips and the shoving of my face.
He moans as he comes, nails digging into my scalp. The warm liquid fills my mouth, salty and bitter. I pull back and swallow it all, sticking out my tounge as proof.
“Holy shit-“ he says, panting.
“Nothing holy about me,” I tease.
He rolls his eyes.
“You got more rounds in ya?” I ask.
“Do you?” he challenged.
“I literally live off of sexual energy. I can go for ages, so I again ask- Can you go another round?”
He pauses before nodding, “Lemme at your pussy. Wanna see if it's as tight as your throat.”
Succubus: a demon in female form, said to have sexual intercourse with men in their sleep.
This gives the impression that we’re all into Somniphilia. This is wrong, it’s supposed to mean we go into people’s dreams. It can be a safer option so our prey doesn't try to attack us.
But yes, this is what I am. I’m a succubus. I feed off of sexual energy and intercorse. I’ve gone all over the place, slept with all sorts of people but demon stamina is a completely different level and I’ve accidentally drained a few people.
I was in the middle of nowhere, deep in a forest, following a pull of energy. I can feel a tug of lots of people and lots of pent up sexual energy. I stumble across this strange building, it looks abandoned and small but I feel lots of people. So I found a door and opened it.
The distinct feeling of magic washes over me, the inside looks a lot better than the outside. Many figures sit in a living room, all of them turning to look at me in shock. They’re all strange beings, not 100% human. They all brandish weapons and prepare to pounce.
“I’m not a threat! I felt the tug of.. magic and came to investigate.” I say, holding my hands up.
A white skinned man with a split mouth and black hair approaches me with a knife.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?”
“And what do you know about magic?” says a brunette man in a tan jacket
Oh right- I’m in my human form…To them they see a tall blonde girl with tan skin in all black. Short shorts and a hoodie thrown over a crop top.
“I felt the pull of strong magic… and sexual tension. I know a lot about it because I'm a demon.”
They raise their eyebrows. A cough comes from a man on the couch.
“You… a demon?” the white skinned man asks, incredulously.
I sigh, letting my magic cover me. My nails grow, my tail comes out of my lower back,my horns burst from my head. My hair grows longer and the orange/pink ombre comes back. My multicorned eyes return, black coming back to my sclera.
I do a small bow, “Yes. A succubus to be exact.”
“H-holy c-crap..” a man says, when I look at him, I notice his muzzle and missing skin around his mouth, his teeth visible.
“Isn’t that a sex demon or something?” a new voice asks. A see a blonde guy, floating in the air, looking straight out of a ren faire but with gale like glitching.
“Yes. I feed off of sexual energy.”
“Well this is something straight outta a porno-“ the slit faced man says.
I roll my eyes, “My existence has been so simplified… Who controls this place? I would like to speak to them.”
A man in a yellow hoodie scoffs, “You can’t just demand to speak to Slender.”
“Slender. That’s an interesting name.”
“It’s Slenderman. Technically-“ the blond haired guy says.
I roll my eyes, “So this Slenderman. I’d like to speak to him.”
The men in the room all exchange glances, seemingly debating the next course of action.
Suddenly a voice speaks up, “You can follow me.”
I look to see a brunette woman with a clock replacing one of her eyes. Cross stitches are on each side of her mouth.
“Stopping our fun Clocky?” the smiled faced man says.
“Slender felt her come in. I’m bringing her to him.”
“Perfect!” I say, walking to the woman.
We quietly walk through a series of hallways, lined with many doors. She doesn’t say anything, just stops in front of a door and knocks.
“I have her.”
“Send her in,” a voice says.
She opens the door, gesturing for me to go in. I walk into an elegant study, a complete opposite to the living room I was previously in. At a desk sits a faceless man, dressed in a black suit with a red tie. His skin is white as snow.
“You must be Slenderman. Pleasure to meet you.”
“You’re bold for just walking into my home.”
“I was curious, I did not mean any harm.”
He nods, “Do you know who I am?”
“I’ve been informed of your title and I can sense your immense magical presence.”
“I’m known by many names. Slenderman. The Operator. I’m as you said, a being of great supernatural power. The people you’ve met are a mix of my proxies and others sorted beings I've taken in.”
“Proxies?”
“They serve me and I have a certain.. power over them.”
I nod.
“What brought you here?”
“I felt a magical pull. But I'm a succubus fist in for most, so I felt a pull of sexual energy being built up. It’s almost intoxicating to be honest. It’s surprising that succubi aren’t swarming the place.”
He nods, taking in the information.
“I’ll need to update the wards,” he mutters.
“So, you felt a lot of- sexual energy?”
“Yes.”
“As a succubus, you feed off of that energy, correct?”
“I do.”
“… You look malnourished.”
“Pardon?”
“Your magical aura is weak and you feel like you're starving.”
I didn’t expect him to read that much.
“You're correct. I haven’t fed in a long time.”
“What is your name?”
“You may call me Desidera.”
“Desidera. I have a proposal for you.”
I raise my eyebrows.
“My people have been very rebellious recently. They’re tense, wound up. If you have intercorse then you would be fed and they would most likely be more complacent.”
“Are you offering me a free food source?” I ask in disbelief.
“It’s technically a mutually beneficial agreement, not free.”
“I’ve drained people to husks before, are you willing to risk that?”
“Most of them are undead in one way or another. I doubt you could do that.”
“I would love to accept this offer, I’m very greatful.”
“I’m glad we’ve come to an agreement. I will have Clockwork bring you to a spare room. They’re malleable with magic, you will most likely have an easy time customizing it due your demonic abilities.”
I nod, “Thank you again for this opportunity Mr.Slenderman.”
He nods and I leave the office.
Clockwork, the woman I met earlier, nods and leads me to a door.
“This will be your room. This hall is almost exclusively the women of the house.”
“Thank you.”
“What’s your name?” she asks.
“Desidera is the name easiest for humans to pronounce.”
She's a demon, humans can’t harm her and monsters can't kill her. She would wander the human world, looking for a horny human to feast on. But she started to feel a pull, a pull into the forest. She was intrigued, so she followed the pull.
The Slendermasion. The home of Slenderman, the faceless creature that collects broken humans and makes them his drones. They kill and massacre, and a few of them stop being human after a while. Some are ghost-like, spirits and entities. Others have defied death, coming back wrong- bodies functioning when they shouldn't. And some are just humans that have gone crazy.
And most of them were brimming with want, with lust and tension. They wanted release, the warmth of a body instead of the cool skin of a corpse. This worked perfectly for her, an endless stream of fuel.
The slenderman was hesitant at first, but realized this may make his proxies more compliant. If they got a place to release their frustrations, maybe they would listen to him. So he agreed, of course she set the rules in regards to her body.
Rules:
Safe Words
Discussion of a scene/ boundaries
Must talk about dubious things ahead of time
Ex. CNC, Somniphilia, roleplay with triggers, BDSM aspects
Okay so yes she sleeps with everyone but I kinda want her to end up with EJ at the end.
Demon x Demon
-During the hoe phase, he literally talked to all of the guys about demon biology (and the fact that their stamina is crazy) and the fact that if they sleep with a succubus too long they can in fact die
-This is why she’ll end up with EJ, because she can’t suck the soul of another demon
-Also, tail holding and curling around the waist
-Like one of the few people that actually dose aftercare
