✨ Can a Succubus Love an Incubus Without Burning the World Down?
He’s my twin flame, my karmic test, and the best sex I’ve ever had. But if he won’t do the work—I might just let him drown in his own shadows while I rise like the dark divine I am.
🪞The Mirror
They say your twin flame is your mirror.
What they don’t say is that sometimes the reflection shows you everything you’ve outgrown.
For the past six years, I’ve been diving deep. Shadow work. Therapy. Forgiveness. Confronting my shame. Owning my power. Praying and pulling cards and crying and journaling and healing. That kind of deep.
And him? He’s been...watching. Lurking in the shadows. Showing up for sex, but not his own soul.
And I used to think that meant I had to chase him. Seduce him. Prove I was worthy of love—not just lust. But baby, I’ve got receipts now. And a new level of power that doesn’t beg, it beckons.
😈Succubus Meets Incubus
I used to think I was “too much.” Too loud. Too sexual. Too complicated. Too open.
Now? I know what I am.
I’m a succubus in recovery.
Not a demon, but a divine feminine force that doesn’t apologize for her hunger or her pleasure.
I used to drain men because I didn’t know how to feed myself.
He? He’s an incubus in hiding.
All shadow. All seduction. All fear dressed up as bravado.
He’s got potential—but he’s too busy resisting his own greatness to meet me in mine.
And yet...our chemistry? Unholy. Holy. Explosive. Every time he touches me, we open a portal. But I’m tired of being his only access to the divine. He needs to find God in himself, not just in me.
🔥What I Want Now
Let’s be clear:
I want him on his knees.
Not for worship, but for repentance.
I want him to crawl back to me—not because I need his apology, but because he needs his own damn breakthrough.
I want him to be haunted by my absence the same way I used to be haunted by his silence.
I want him to finally stop running and confront the mirror I’ve been holding up this whole time.
Because baby, I’m not just your fantasy—I’m your f**ing wake-up call*.
🧿 The Spell (For You, For Me)
If you’re reading this and feeling it in your chest, this part’s for you:
You don’t have to shrink your power to be loved.
You don’t have to chase what’s not choosing you with full chest and clean hands.
You don’t have to settle for passion when you’re craving purpose.
Let him feel your glow in his sleep.
Let him dream of you and ache with the knowing that he can’t access you until he ascends.
Let your absence be the tower moment that burns his illusions down.
And if he never gets it together?
You’ve already done the work.
You’ll attract someone who has, too.
💋 Vibe Check
“Affirmations” by Flippa T is the soundtrack. Her EP Hype Me Up is medicine. She’s younger than me—but she’s reminding me of a truth I needed to hear from someone who sounds like my inner baddie:
I don’t need permission. I am the moment. And if he won’t rise with me, he can stay in the shadows while I dance in the light.
🪞 Reflections
I used to mistake obsession for connection. Now I see it was a mirror of my unmet needs.
I used to romanticize the chase. Now I understand that divine union only happens when both parties do the work.
I’ve done the deep dives. I’ve cried, cracked open, and reconstructed myself from soul-splinters. If he won’t meet me there, that’s on him—not me.
Sex is sacred, but I refuse to keep letting it be a shortcut to intimacy.
Being a succubus doesn’t mean being destructive. It means knowing I’m desired—and choosing when to give or withhold access to my temple.
Wanting him doesn’t make me weak. But needing him to grow before he gets to keep tasting my healing? That makes me powerful.
💎 Affirmations
Say these aloud. Write them down. Tattoo them on your spirit if you must.
I am not a fantasy—I am a force.
My body is a portal, but my spirit is the gatekeeper.
I attract love that sees me, honors me, and rises to meet me.
I am magnetic, even when I’m silent. Especially when I’m silent.
I no longer beg for energy I was born to generate.
If he won’t do the work, I won’t do the waiting.
My absence is my power. My peace is my spell. My boundaries are sacred.
I don’t chase. I call in. And only those aligned with my evolution will answer.
If you feel this in your soul, share it, sit with it, and don’t you dare forget who you are. I’m not just writing about him—I’m writing myself free. Again and again, until the spell sticks.
(this has been in my drafts for a little over two months. until on 7/9 Spirit said now.
“Anna Molly” by Incubus started playing the moment I opened the draft up.
Synchronicity doesn’t lie. The spell is sticking)