sweetdevil | 81st ♫ | what's left in my heart is a hole your love had made

81st ♫ | what's left in my heart is a hole your love had made

THE SUCCUBAI AU CMO

i've been talking about this on plurk for like two weeks u guys know what this cmo is for. nsfw just by the nature of the thing, threads don't HAVE to go in a smutty direction on this cmo, but they might so idk watch out for that

CLIFFNOTES:

General backstory is the same as in OnK, main point of divergence is that she didn't have the twins and, you know, The Succubus Of It All. Still an idol, broke up with her ex tho a few years later than in canon. Ended up leaving B-Komachi just after the Dome concert at about 21 y/o and is now a solo idol/talent just kind of floating aimlessly through life.
Cute succubus!! Fangies, pointy ears, the works. She still has her hoshigan i just categorically refuse to add them to every icon. She feeds off of 'love' and 'emotions', so being an idol in of itself technically sustains her but it's the equivalent of living off like, nutrient bars and meal replacement smoothies. She has a sort of lowkey empathy sense running at all times where she can taste a person's feelings. Still doesn't always know what to make of them though.
Didn't get the character development of being Aqua and Ruby's mom so she's still kind of clueless and clumsy and occasionally accidentally cruel to people in her innocent, thoughtless way.
Has a different but still slightly Weird r/s to her sexuality as canon Ai does - doesn't have as much of the internalized shame but is more aware of the hypocrisy & double standards of the expectations of purity & perceived romantic/sexual availability to her fans, and more bitter about it
did i mention the fangies

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Fellow secret supernatural/magical creatures, basically treating OnK like a more explicit urban fantasy setting
Characters finding out her secret, getting involved with her, coming to arrangements to let her feed off them, etc
Importing her to other canon settings where supernatural creatures are a thing - having her summoned as Servant, just vibing in a fantasy setting, etc

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[ She falls into step beside him, keeping up with his long strides surprisingly well, even in heels. Big steppy. ]

Aaah. [ said in the voice of someone having a Realization. ] That's why you hate that guy so much.

[ Even in the few weeks she's been here, Ai has Heard Things. ]

I don't get the full story exactly, but... it sounds to me like it's his fault you're lonely.

[ Her singular big steppy just barely keeps up with his normal stride, meaning he could probably outpace her if he really tried to... but eh, he doesn't feel like doing that. ]

As if you need a reason to hate someone so twisted. Listen up, all authors are—without exception—awful to be around. Avoid at all costs.

[ And does Nagiko fall outside of this by virtue of being retired? Who knows. Either way, poor Murasaki Shikibu, having the misfortune to fall into that category. ]

Hah, and what, does that make me easy prey, then?

[ For a second, she doesn't say anything at all. She just meets his gaze with a look in her eye that's impossible to read - even for him.

(He didn't outright confirm or deny it - which means it must be true. Is it lucky or unfortunate that the other person here who lies like she does is just as miserably alone as she is?)

Then she pops on an entirely too pretty smile. The kind you'd sell your soul for. ]

Dunno! Does it?

[ In the face of that oh-so-bewitching smile, something that gets to him way more than it should, he growls... and suddenly his clawed hand comes up to grip her by her chin.

...It's strange that even though he's trying to intimidate her, the way her cheeks squish up around his fingers is still somehow attractive... or at the very least, sickeningly adorable.

He does this so he can tilt her head up so he can lean in close... his eyes as cold as ever. ]

What do you think?

[ Oh, it stings a little. He's gripping hard enough that the rough edges of his clawed fingers dig in - only barely enough to squish her face, but sharp enough that she feels a twinge all the same. She has to rise up on her toes as well. And even though she's always bobbing around near his face, isn't this the first time they've really been eye to eye?

She doesn't quail. Somehow, she readily meets his gaze even though her heart is crying for her to withdraw. No matter what that prey animal part of her thinks, Ai can't taste any real hated or promise of violence.

The feelings sitting on her tongue now almost taste like honey.

She searches his face for a long, quiet moment. And then both of her hands come up to gently grip his wrist. Not to pull him away or even to try and stop him.

This close, her eyes are unbearably bright. ]

I don't know. [ That answer, at least, is honest. ] But I think if I kissed you, you wouldn't hate it.

H...

[ Huh? ]

HUH!?

[ The answer is so overwhelmingly honest that he regrets bringing his face so close. It's blinding, and he's effectively put his face right in front of the source.

What the hell is this? Why is he so vulnerable to her words? Anybody else and he'd have just brushed it off like it was nothing as usual, but...

Now he's recoiling, cheeks burning at the honesty of her response. ]

[ That's strange. It's exactly the answer he wanted - the truth, as best someone like her can tell it - and yet, he's flinching back from her.

And what's more strange is that it tastes... sweet. Honey and lemon, a kind of shameful excitement that was the last thing she'd ever expected to get a taste of from him. She's been teasing and poking fun and flirting this whole time because she really doesn't know any other way to be with people but for Oberon of all people to...

Her heart does an eager little pitter-patter in her chest and she can't stop herself from taking a step forward. She won't let him withdraw. ]

It's true, isn't it? You can tell. I can tell. You hate a lot of other things... but you wouldn't hate that.

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Mngh...! The hell are you on about!? Of course I'd hate—

[ So he starts to say before stopping short of finishing his sentence and immediately regretting having said it at all. He is, after all, a liar by his very nature... ]

D... damn you...

[ This damn succubus...! ]

[ Uh oh. That lovely, beaming smile is back. She's not right up in his face anymore but somehow it's even brighter and even more alluring than it was a moment before. It's definitely a succubus thing, right? Some sort of charm magic, for sure. She's definitely playing dirty right now.

Right? ]

If you're sure you'd hate it so much, you can try and it get it out of your system.

[ She hasn't gotten into any sort of mischief since arriving at Chaldea and... really, the last guy she should be getting involved with is him. But the sour-sweet flavor of his feelings is impossible to ignore, no matter how hard he tries to pretend otherwise. ]

After all, if you really hate it, it'll taste gross. And if it tastes gross, I'd have nooooo choice but to leave you alone, just like you want.

H-Huh…? What kind of deal is that…!?

[ Even without fae eyes he can tell exactly what she’s asking of him, and… good god, his face just will not cool down. He wants to tell her to quit it with whatever charm skill she’s working on him, but…

Frustratingly, because of his eyes, he can tell that she isn’t doing any of that. She could, of course, but no… this is just her natural charm at work.

This shit is exactly what the Faerie King is for, damn it. ]

I…

[ But despite how charmed he is by her, he still balks. Seriously, what the hell is she thinking? Asking him that… ]

[ The offer hangs over them in silence for a moment - then she tilts her head to the side, an excellent imitation of guileless innocence. ]

You won't? Or maybe you can't? ... Mm. I think it's like that, right? Even if you want it, you can't have it.

[ Because having it will be just as good as admitting he wants it. And the admission is all it'll take to make that a lie.

So she steps forward again. This close, there's nowhere to look but right into his face. Jeez... all flushed like this, with his feelings such a delicious mess, how can she not play with him? ]

But it's okay. I can tell without you having to say it.

[ She rises onto the tips of her toes again and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Brief and sweet, a tease and a promise of more all at once. She doesn't bother to pull back - she stays close enough for her breath to tickle his mouth.

A promise of more. If he wants to try and take it. ]

Ah—

[ She can tell without him having to say it, huh...? ]

S... stop that...

[ Yet his desire is all too easy to taste, his pale face now flushed with bright red. His hands hover just above her skin, still hesitating to even touch her... funny, considering how easily he'd just grabbed her face just seconds earlier.

God. If Fujimaru or Artoria could see him now... they'd never let him live this down. ]

[ Oh. It's sweet - not cloying and sugary but something rich and deep and complex. Fruit left to ferment until it becomes sour-sweet and full, inviting you to drink it dry until you're entirely quenched. The desire of someone who needs to be touched more than they want it, but who can't stand the thought of anyone laying a hand on them. That tart undertone, the tang that catches in the back of her throat - that's disgust. But it isn't pointed at her.

Maybe that's what her feelings would taste like right now, too. ]

Aah... I was just teasing you, but you really do taste so sweet. [ Another kiss - still just to the corner of his mouth. ] You really don't want me to stop. ... so I won't.

[ It seems for a moment she might press in properly, close the gap between their mouths... but then she draws back, a warm and - unbelievably - bashful little smile on her face. ]

Will you meet me at my room in a little while? I can't give you want you want right here, but...

[ And this way, he has a chance to run. If he really can't bring himself to have his fill. ]

[ It feels, for a second, like he can't even move... utterly bewitched by this devilish woman, he finds himself completely unable to resist her charms... and for a second, it seems like he might even be fine with that.

Then, just like that, she pulls away... leaving him completely and utterly dumbfounded. ]

R-Right...

[ His face is still flushed, and god damn it his heart won't stop trying to burst out of his chest. He's staring wide-eyed at the succubus who's decided to prey on him, and all he can do is pathetically nod in response. ]

[ Jeez, what a face... Just what would their Master and all the others think to see him wearing it? She's suddenly greedily glad that it's a sight for her alone. ]

Mm. Just come by in a little bit, then.

[ She reaches out to take his hand in hers just for a second, long enough to give it a little squeeze before dropping it. ]

I'll be waiting for you.

[ And off she goes, the tick-tock rhythm of her heels following along with her. She's got a little bit to do before he comes by, after all. ]

...

[ He's embarassingly speechless, his eyes still on her as she all but skips away after having teased him... successfully at that.

His senses slowly return to him, and as they do, he finds himself leaning up against the wall and pressing a hand to his forehead. ]

What the hell...?

[ He should really just... ghost her. Ghosting a girl after she gets herself all dolled up—or whatever it is she's doing—before doing what a succubus does best is... hardly the worst thing he's done.

Yet inexplicably, when the time comes... he finds himself drawn to her room regardless. ]

[ The moment he so much as approaches, the door swings open. Something sweet-smelling and inviting wafts out and there on the threshold is Ai herself. Beaming at him like she's fit to outshine the sun. ]

Heehee, so you really came to see me. I wasn't sure if you would. Here, come in.

[ She takes a step back to let him cross into the room. It's... weirdly normal inside. The standard for what a Servant at Chaldea might want - it looks for all the world like a plain, one-room apartment back in a city like Tokyo.

It's not the kind of room you'd expect a succubus to have. And yet... ]

It's not really fancy or anything... [ said as she closes the door behind then. ] But I like it. Ah, here...

[ She breezes past him and casually settles herself down on the bed before patting her thighs. Lap pillow time! ]

You're all antsy, right? I'll help.

[ It's as standard as a room in Chaldea can be. His own was once much the same... at least, until he turned it into the mess that Artoria and Fujimaru regularly drop by to clean despite his protests.

Yet... as he looks into the room, he can't shake the feeling as if he's walking right into the maw of something inescapable. ]

...

[ Yet there he is, stepping inside. He feels akin to an insect drawn in by the sweet scent of a carnivorous plant. ]

H-Huh...? What do you think I am, a child?

[ Why must her thighs be so alluring right now... ]

Pfft. You're sure acting like one right now. Isn't this exactly the kind of thing you came here for?

[ Not this exactly, of course - but she has a feeling that, however good his stirred up desire might taste right now, that if she comes on too strong he'll outright flee.

Another pat of her lap. ]

Come on. You have to warm up before you sprint, right? That's what this is for. I promise you'll like it.

[ Irritatingly, it's not a lie. ]

Wha...!?

[ Honestly, that begs the question of what the actual hell is he even doing here? What did he come here for? What the hell? It really puts into perspective the sheer absurdity it is that he's even here at all.

Yet he's already caught in the sweet allure of... whatever the hell this is. This feeling of his feelings being understood... more than understood, tasted... ]

...Shit, what the hell...

[ He grumbles... but slowly allows her to draw him in anyway. ]

[ She watches him approach with a smile that can really only be called catlike - a cat that got the cream, specifically. But as soon as his head settles into her lap, it softens into something warm and disarmingly sweet. ]

You're really troublesome, you know. A real handful.

[ Her hand settles on his head and she starts to stroke his hair, her fingers gently combing through and skimming over his skin. ]

But that's okay. I don't mind handling you.

[ A soft huff of breath - going by her warm, teasing tone, maybe it was a laugh. ]

Of all the guys in Chaldea for me to pick... but I don't mind that it's you, either.

Mn...

[ It feels weird, having her hands in his hair... his head in her lap... objectively speaking, he knows that what he's feeling is comfort, but even that feeling is alien to him. People enjoy comfort, but he's still not quite sure where he stands in that regard. ]

Anyone sane will tell you that you've got shit taste, then.

[ A gentle laugh; ] Have I ever tried to pretend I don't?

[ It should come out like an insult, but the warm tone of her voice and the slow, steady sweep of her hand sweetens it until all the potential sting is gone. ]

I guess it makes sense, though. We're both liars, right? What's that thing people say... something about birds of a feather?

[ The tip of her finger finds the shell of his ear and she strokes along that, her touch careful and delicate. ]

If you're a liar too, then I can understand you a little easier.

Mngh. What an insensitive woman you are, saying that to my face.

[ He grumbles. She's not wrong, but should she really be admitting to something like that? Her tone is warm, but he's still a little insulted, even if it's true. Still, it's not like he wouldn't have seen exactly what she meant if she had tried to sugarcoat it.

With that said, he frowns at her words. They're both liars, birds of a feather...

As if. As far as liars go, he easily beats any amount of competition, but... ]

As if. I'm not a bird, damn it.

[ ...he may as well just say that she can't possibly understand him. He is a liar, after all. ]

Is there any point in saying it any other way? [ She gives his cheek a poke. ] You'd know what I was saying no matter how nice I tried to make it sound.

[ Then she goes back to stroking his hair. ]

Since lies don't work on you, I might as well just tell you up front. It'd bug you way more if I tried to butter you up, right?

[ She leans in, her hair pouring over her shoulders to curtain his head in her lap. ]

This is supposed to be about you relaxing a little, anyway. So I'm not gonna try and rile you up.

[ ... that's what she says, but she blows a short puff of breath right into his ear. Devious. ]

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