#Damien Anderson

[douceurrrr]

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋

parings: damian “dame” anderson x creed!reader

summary: you reconnect with your brother’s childhood friend and you childhood lover, that you got disconnected from when he went to jail. turns out he’s got finer over the years.

warnings: SMUT, cursing, angst, unedited, talking about jail, spitting, manhandling, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), cunnilingus, porn wit plot, mentions of jail, doggy, spitting, manhandling, squirting, critiquing the script a lil, POSSIBLE CREED III SPOILERS!

a/n: ouu child I HAD to get to work after seeing creed III

You watch the ring as Felix Chavez and some other dude fight eachother. you watch the movements of both of them and you noticed that Felix can never be beaten. “he’s good, isn’t he.” your brother says from beside you with his arms crossed, studying the fighters. “definitely.” you nodded your head. suddenly your brother get a phone call. “m’gonna go take this.” he says before leaving the gym, you nodded.

after a while your brother hasn’t came back in the gym so you started to get worried and headed out the the door to check on him and that’s when your saw Adonis talking to some guy who was leaning against his car. “um who’s this donny?” you questioned, Adonis just shrugged while looking at the man. the man smirked when you reach his eyesight. “y’all don’t remember me?” he smirked. you and Adonis looked at him more closely and it clicked in your brain. “dame?” you and your brother spoke in surprise. his smirk became even wider until you noticed he was just looking at you, your face became hot.

you and damien had some history back in the day. you used to be his girlfriend, he was madly in love with you. the relationship was like a hood fairytale until one day you got a phone call that damian got locked up, it ruined everything and your mom thought it would’ve been better if you and adonis just forget him, damien never wrote to you anyways but you did and kept doing until it was just useless.

the tears in your eyes was threatening to fall as you look at the man that was right in front of you, you thought you were never going to see him again.

“h-how have you been?” you hesitated, crossing your arms making your tits squeeze together which damien instantly noticed. “oh I’ve been straight, you know. aside from being locked in the cell I’ve been good.” he nodded, looking down at your cleavage every five seconds. “oh that’s what’s up.” your brother says awkwardly, not really knowing what to say, you did either.

“well I’ll see you around.” damien says while walking away and so did you but you didn’t want him to leave so soon.

“hey” you called, he turns around with a nod. “would you want to get a bite to eat with me? that’s if your not busy or anything.” you bite your lip, hoping you didn’t come off as weird and awkward as you felt. he smiles at you as he looks you up and down before replying. “yeah sure, sweetheart.” he replied. sweetheart. you replayed the nickname in your head over and over again.

-

meanwhile you took damien to your favorite place to eat which surprised damien, there was a lot of common people there, he thought you were going to take him to a fancy restaurant. “I’m surprised you still come here and eat with the common folk.” he says.

“I mean yeah i’m not a hot shot or anything, I try to do this as much as I can.” you shrug, picking up a fry and eating it. when you looked away for a moments it was a perfect opportunity for damien to examine you, you look the same when you two were kids but more mature and “developed” *smirk*.you look back over to see damien looking at you. “what?” you grinned. “nothing y’just haven’t changed that’s all.” he replied with a little grin, but it wasn’t any kind of grin it was a lustful kind of grin.

“you know, I would write to you all the time.. I guess you never got ‘em.” he says before eating another french fry. your breath hitched after him saying that, you thought he was just ignoring you. damien took some time to admire you some more.

you start to get nervous underneath his stare, looking down at your lap. “don’t get all nervous now, sweetheart.” there goes that name again, sweetheart. dame smirked as he knew what kind of effect he had on you. you were starting to get anxious, “okay dame, my place or yours?” you asked with you leg bouncing up and down in anticipation.

-

“you don’t know how long I wanted to do this.” you moaned as damien’s lips travel the valley of your neck as he walks you over to your bed then forcefully pushing you down on the bed before climbing on top of you. He began to unzip your pants while you pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you in your black-laced panties and bra, you covered yourself in embarrassment. “don’t hide yourself.” he says before pulling your arms and pushing them down by your head. he kisses you again, more sloppier than before. his hands travel down your panties and yanks them down.

he levels down to you cunt. “so fucking wet” after he finished his sentence, he spit onto your clit them licked a wide strip up your entire pussy. from the bottom and all the way to your aching clit. making out with bud messily before sucking it, you let out a broken sob as he tongue flicks over your clit. “you like that, babygirl?” he mumbled, when you didn’t answer he slapped you thigh making you yelp. “yes!” you nodded, biting your lip, his tongue felt like ecstasy on your throbbing clit, desperate for him to make you cum over and over again. the only sounds in the room were your loud whines and whimpers and the squelching sounds of dame sucking and licking at your clit.

“h-holy shit” you mewled brokenly once you came in his mouth. he didn’t even give you chance to calm down and starting taking off his pants so you started to unclip your bra. then he flips you over making you squeal in surprise. he ran his leaking cock up and down your slit, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“fuck just put it in alre-”

he smacked your ass, shoving his length into you, forcefully. you yelped loudly, causing him to cover your mouth with his big-veiny hand, knowing your neighbor probably heard that. “shut your pretty mouth.” he grunts as he began to thrust. the bed began to squeak, matching his powerful thrusts.

he grabs onto your hair causing your back to arch more as you mewl in euphoria. “fucking missed this wet pussy, I know you missed me too huh?” dame says as his hips and the feeling of his abs hits your ass in the right angles. “mm yes fuck I missed you.” you barley replied, he chuckled.

you began to feel the knot in your stomach pulse as he speeds up his thrust. “fuck! m’gonna-” your moans cut you off as you came all over dame’s cock making him come over the edge as well. he flops over on the bed next to you as you scooted over in his inviting arms, underneath the covers

“you know, I never thought I would ever see you again.” you spoke, drawing invisible circles in his abs. he tensed at the subject. “yeah well in here now and I wanna finish what we started.” dame replied. “finish what?” you asked.

“I still love you y/n ever since we were kids I still loved you.” he confessed. you smile at his words. suddenly you leaned up from the bed and straddled him making his hand come up to your hips. “well I wanna start this.” you smirk. he chuckles and shakes his head. “well don’t start something you won’t finish, girl.” he says, caressing your hips.

“oh don’t worry, I’ll finish.”

[undercoverrobotzombie]

Seduce me nation I have something new for us to think about

Okay so, yk that whole ‘I’m not a violent dog, I don’t know why I bite’ audio clip that’s been doing the rounds on tiktok recently, now we can very obviously relate this to Sam and his aggressive attitude n stuff, BUTT consider this; it’s better (well maybe not better but equally valid) for it to be associated with Matthew HEAR MEOWT, now I havnt played the game in a while so I may be getting a few things wrong but, the scene where (in matthews route ) when like everyone’s eating breakfast together and talking about when they got into fights and whatnot n sam brings up when Matthew totally murderised a bunch of imps who was making fun of his mother. Now, I may or may not be projecting a little or reaching but these are my headcanons okay🫵🏻 but I think it’s very possible that Matthew could have suppressed anger issues like given all his insecurities with others always helping him and people not seeing him as a man and people just generally babying him it must’ve been really frustrating and it’s not hard to believe that he’d snap every now and then, and like..ugh I could sit and talk about it for days but the long and short I’m trying to convey here is that he has anger issues, he’s normally happy go lucky and suddenly he just gets SO wound up he snaps, and it’s violent, and when he calms down and the adrenaline leaves he’s worried, he’s panicked and concerned that HE just did something so out of character for himself, he’s worried he’s becoming like his father. he’s not a violent person, he doesn’t know why he lashes out like that.

Please I pray the rest of you can see my vision PLEASEEEEE AGREE WITH MEEEE /lh

Anyways I’m so excited for the book all hail lady Diana!!

[erikandersonsspouse]

hello, may I ask how would the brothers react to Mika/MC randomly running up and hugging them for whatever reason?

You absolutely can ask! That is such a cute idea too, love it.

~He doesn't mind at all! ~Random hugs catch him off guard at first, mostly because demons aren't anywhere near as openly affectionate, but over time he gets used to it ~ He gets so used to them so he doesn't always even look up from what he's doing, instead laughing quietly and either leaning into the hug if he can't properly hug Mika back

~ Erik also doesn't mind random hugs at all, in fact he adores them ~It let's him know that Mika genuinely want his affection and that she will seek him out ~Though like with James and all his other brothers it does catch him a little off guard at first, Erik is the second fastest to adjust barely beat out by Matthew ~And sometimes he'll surprise Mika with surprise hugs of his own! ~In general this man will never say no to a hug

~Surprise hugs really catch him off guard at first. Especially if he can't see Mika coming ~After the things he's been through its understandable ~But once he's used to them, Sam loves them and always gives Mika the biggest hug back ~Sam is not likely to give surprise hugs of his own, but he will turn a surprise hug into a moment to just hold Mika, ya know since she's already in his arms. ~So cuddles abound ~In Mika's opinion, Sam gives the best hugs

~He is the fastest to adjust to surprise hugs ~Adores the randomness of the hugs and will hug Mika for any random reason right after she hugs him randomly for the first time. ~Sometimes the random hug turns into a tickle fight, sometimes it's just a sweet moment. Depends on the mood of the day ~A random hug from Mika always has a forehead kiss though.

~Surprise hugs make Damien so happy ~Like actually he needs all the hugs in the world and the fact that Mika will just randomly hug him to show that she cares about him ~He may or may not have cried the first time ~Will never say to a random hug ~He holds Mika so close and so tightly every time she hugs him

[plutoslittlerkive]

I miss Seduce me the Otome, I miss my babys I wonder how they’re doing :(

[xxmaxwellxx]

Has anyone seen a smto post? It was headcannons with the boys about reader having some kind of kink where they wanted to be hunted/chased and the boys gave reader a head start and reader of course got caught in the end and it wasn’t explicitly explained but it was implied nsfw. I remember Erik’s part where he used his tentacles to wrap around readers legs to slow them down and eventually stop them and I remember Matthew was in a tree. I can’t remember what platform it was on but I’m pretty sure it was here on tumblr. Does anyone remember it? Has it been deleted or archived anywhere? I’d like to read it again. Any help is appreciated!

Edit: here’s the link! https://www.tumblr.com/imagine-otome-games/169630640254/could-i-get-a-continuation-of-the-one-where-mc

[sharkylass]

Good Evening Seduce Me Fandom.

I was extremely inspired to redesign the Lilith designs in the game, after seeing @moonymoss​ ‘s take on them!

Quality separate images, under cut! (And Diana with wings👀)

The boy’s outfits are based on them before they came to the human world (and it’s relevant cause of all of them wearing royal capes, and James being tired out of his mind) Diana is from during the war. MEANING, I might do another post with how the boys would look currently! (And maybe a potential Diana human form redesign, who knows.)

BUT YES, THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO ME BLABBER, ENJOY!

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Sinner & Saint: Creed III Chapter 4″

Need to catch up? Masterlist HERE.

"You know very well What you are You're my sugar thing My chocolate star I've had a few But not that many But you're the only love That gives me good and plenty"

Mtume—"Juicy"

Donnie dropped off Mary Anne and her new boo at the family mansion.

Archie was a respectable man who adored the Creed matriarch and gave Donne's adoptive mother a chaste kiss on her cheek before he left the driveway in a dark blue Porsche. Bianca blew a kiss to Mary Anne as they watched her go inside the home with her private security guard standing nearby to escort her in.

Donnie drove onto the street and clasped Bianca's hand in his when his cell phone blew up. The avatar was his clothing stylist, Manuel. He tapped the phone and turned down his music.

"Adonis, hi. It's Tanique. I'm confirming your appointment with us for Thursday at two."

Donnie's jaw tightened. Bianca folded her arms across her chest and turned her head toward the passenger window.

"Okay, Tanique. Got it. Thanks."

He tapped the cell and let the soft jazz tunes he played for Mary Anne to turn back up as the call ended.

"I thought you said Manuel wasn't working with her anymore," Bianca said.

Her words came out sharp and accusatory. Donnie rolled his shoulders and pushed his neck back into the headrest. He held in the deep sigh he wanted to release. The night had been going so well and he berated himself for taking the call at all. He'd been waiting for Manuel to get back to him for a week.

"He told me she wasn't. She left for Europe a year ago… Bianca… it's just a courtesy call."

"You know how I feel about that woman."

"Nothing happened—"

"Yeah, nothing physical. That's what you told me for two years, D—"

"Please… let's not do this right now—"

"Do what? Talk about a woman that you had an emotional affair with?"

"It wasn't an affair—"

"Then what was it? Because you sure as hell never explained that situation fully to my satisfaction. You told me she left the country and would no longer be associated with Manuel's company directly and now she's calling you on your private cell at… one in the morning?"

"I can't control what people do with their employees or when they call."

Bianca rubbed her forehead, and the tension in the car nearly choked him.

"Tanique and I grew close because of all the work she did for me. She was just part of the style team and Manuel's right-hand assistant," he said.

"That's what you tell yourself. I saw the pictures, D. All the parties she just happened to show up at when you were there. I went on tour and suddenly there's gossip all over social media about that clout chaser and you. You should've deaded that shit the moment she got out of line posting private photos of our home."

"It was a photo shoot for GQ—"

"She posted candid shots of you that should never have ever been released. They were outside the parameters of what we agreed could be shown in our home."

"She took them down, remember?"

"You should've fired Manuel."

"It wasn't his fault, and she left on her own afterward because she knew you were upset."

"Upset? I was pissed."

"I know… I know. Can we just leave that in the past?"

"You were attracted to her and the only reason your relationship didn't go any further was because Athena called you out on it. Your own sister had to shame you into detangling yourself from that bitch."

"I didn't have an affair with Tanique. I never slept with her, I never touched her, and I never crossed any lines except answering some harmless DMs when she wished me luck on the Nash fight and told me happy birthday. You know this business. I can be at a party or social event with hundreds of people that she may show up at, too. She's a stylist who hangs out with celebs just like you. People like her post stuff non-stop so they can attract more clients and shit."

"You were on a slippery slope, and I will not tolerate her working around you again. Fire Manuel or you can stay at Mary Anne's place."

"Damn Bianca. You will not let shit go—"

"Of course, I won't. When it comes to my family, I won't allow you to dog me out like your father did Mary—"

Donnie pulled their SUV over before reaching a freeway on-ramp.

"Like my father did what?"

Veins on Donnie's temples throbbed, and his lips pursed with anger.

"Forget it," Bianca said.

Tears welled up in her eyes. Donnie reached for her hand.

"I swear, I did nothing with her. We talked a lot and I let myself get caught up in the newness of someone giving me attention when I was feeling low—"

"I'm your wife! I'm the one you come to when you have doubts about things!"

"She was like a cheerleader for me back then. That's it."

"Me and Amara are your biggest cheerleaders. Was she worth potentially losing us over? You've always been so worried about your reputation and legacy as a Creed… did you ever stop to think you would dishonor all that you built over a stranger who only wants your money and status? Did my pussy become trash all of a sudden—?"

"Bianca, c'mon now—"

"No, I want to know… what was so special about Tanique that she had your private cell number and a way to your heart?"

Donnie placed his other hand on top of Bianca's.

"I embarrassed you and put us in an awkward position with the public because of unsubstantiated gossip. I would never do to you what my father did to Mary Anne. I admit I faltered, not for sex or anything like that, just the adoration. It was inappropriate and will never happen again."

"I want her number blocked and a new style team hired to handle your photo shoots from now on."

"Done."

Donnie picked up his cell and blocked Tanique's number. He called Manuel's private line in front of Bianca and left a message that his services were no longer needed because he was going in a new direction with his look. He'd have to scramble to find a new team before his next interview.

Bianca exhaled, and he pulled her into him.

"I hurt you and I'm sorry," he said into her hair, feeling the warmth of her body against his.

He continued driving to their home, and once they stepped out of the car and approached their front door, Bianca clutched his arm with her long nails.

"D, we've been together for over eleven years. If you're tired of me or fallen out of love, tell me straight up, okay?" Bianca pleaded.

"Baby… no… don't ever ask me nothin' like that. I love you and only you. That mess with Tanique was all on me, no one else. I trusted someone who I thought was cool, and that trust was misplaced with me being too open."

"I was your Day One. You told me you wanted to share all your moments with me when you asked me to marry you."

"I know, baby—"

"We have our daughter and her cousins upstairs who believe in you—"

"Bianca…"

He cradled Bianca's face and those probing brown eyes of hers shimmered with tears. She would cut bait and count her losses without hesitation if he acted on a lustful transgression.

"We're good. Solid. Ease that brilliant mind of yours," he said.

Her eyes watched his lips. The progressive hearing loss pushed her to read his mouth and eyes more. Donnie moved his fingers with his lips, telling her he loved her with all of his heart, and Bianca's full lips trembled. He kissed her mouth and rocked the doubt out of her body, willing the insecurity he planted in her mind to go far away into another cosmos.

Entering their home, their regular babysitter, Taylor, woke up from the couch in the den and signed to them that the children had been on their best behavior. A.J. and Janice's son and daughter begged to stay at their place because of the new lagoon pool in the backyard. There was a planned family barbecue the next day, and Donnie wanted to get Bianca rested and her thoughts away from Tanique.

Donnie paid Taylor and insisted that she sleep in the guest house and join the family for the barbecue gathering. He walked her to the additional property on their homestead and spoke to her about future babysitting dates. Later, he checked on their security system from his private office. Everything in and around their home was quiet.

He plopped down on his desk chair and pulled out his cell. Unblocking Tanique, he called her back and felt the pressure rise in his body.

"Hello?"

Tanique's voice came off playful and flirty.

"There was no need for you to call me so late on my phone," Donnie said.

"Sorry. Manuel told me to confirm, and I forgot to do it earlier through email. I called instead. No big whoop."

"Lose this number. I'm no longer using Manuel as my go-to stylist."

"All because I was doing my job?" Tanique said.

"Bianca heard you, and I thought you were Manny."

"I'm covering for his clients while he's on vacation. Not my fault you had me on speaker."

"I don't want any contact with you. If you run into me ever again someplace publicly, keep moving."

"What about privately?"

"Tanique, don't test me."

"Jesus Christ, Adonis, I'm joking. You're acting like we actually fucked or something."

"I'm laying out boundaries, which is what I should've done two years ago."

"Over a few naughty texts and harmless flirting?"

Donnie hung up and reblocked the number. Closing his eyes, the nervous beating of his heart brought him clarity of purpose. He hit a rough patch with Bianca two summers ago and they worked through it. Some ego stroking nearly became something disastrous. Tanique caught him slipping and wormed her way to his core.

So close.

Donnie was so close to caving in, and he knew better. Even when Tanique sent him pictures of herself with her hot girlfriends in Vegas, he ogled the photos longer than he should've before deleting them. He never told her to stop. She was one of hundreds. Women were always sliding into his DMs. He blocked often and moved on. It was part of the life. Bianca had racy DMs too, but she chain-blocked people who line-stepped past normal fan admiration for her craft.

Tanique had been funny. Clever with jokes and snide comments when they worked together on location shoots or when he needed new drip for special occasions and she brought over racks of clothes, shoes, and accessories along with Manuel. Efficient, punctual, and professional, the woman did her job well. A chance encounter at a Las Vegas bash brought them together outside of work. He ran into her with his small group of friends at the Bellagio and they all kicked it together with a famous R & B singer who had a residency. Music, liquor, flashing lights, and loose lips had him chatting with her more than he should have that night. Bianca was on tour, and Amara spent the weekend with Mary Anne.

Tanique made sure he and his crew made it back to his suite safely past the groupies, and he thanked her the next day. The texts and cute emojis came after that. Corny jokes. Then the sexy photos of her various outings. She hid the obvious flirting by making sure she never sent him selfies of just herself alone. There were snapshots of new fits and styles he might be interested in exploring. He'd show the clothes to Bianca until she grew suspicious of why Tanique was contacting him so much and not Manuel. Nothing felt illicit until quick chats turned into hour-long conversations about his work that he hid from Bianca.

Athena flounced into the mix after she hit Donnie up because of a viral hashtag about him that showed the blurred photos of half his derriere as he changed clothes in his den with a cheesy grin on his face at being caught in a compromising position. Donnie thought little of it because Manuel was in the photo too, trying to fix a flaw in a pair of slacks, and all the comments had been positive. But Tanique's comments had insinuated there was more going on between them, beyond the pictures.

His sister was a tsunami of acidic outrage and went off in front of Bianca at the family mansion. Athena read the fuck out of Donnie and it shook him to his senses. It also humbled him about his own mother, and he guessed that she had been someone like Tanique, a pretty good-time girl who didn't care about a man's family or vows. As long as she had access to a rich and famous star, a devout wife was an afterthought. Donnie looked at his wife as a younger version of Mary Anne and asked Manuel not to have Tanique assist him on the job. She left for Europe soon after to work with overseas clients. It probably helped that Athena rode her ass online and became the buffer for Bianca, keeping his wife out of the fray. One thing his sister wasn't afraid to do was drag someone publicly by the short hairs.

He came clean and confessed to flirting and talking to Tanique outside of work hours. Bianca took a long time to trust his interactions with other women not in her presence. She took a week-long trip to Hawaii to figure out what she wanted to do next. Their reunion had been somber, but it strengthened their bond to communicate honestly about their mutual needs going forward. She wrote several songs during that time that became popular singles for other artists.

Donnie walked up the stairs of his home, checked on the children, and padded his way to the master bedroom. Bianca huddled under the covers as he undressed, brushed his teeth, and put on his wave cap. He smothered her with kisses and enveloped her in warm, muscular arms until her heartbeat thumped against his chest. She trailed a finger across his left nipple, playing with the tiny hairs around it, humming softly to herself. Her hearing aids sat on her nightstand and he decided not to speak, so she wouldn't have to strain to hear. Kissing the side of her temple, he bathed her face with more moist kisses that made her giggle in his arms.

When their lips connected, the urgency of their mouths fusing into one overcame them both. She kept her nightgown on as he pulled down her panties and positioned himself naked between her thighs. Her folds parted gently as he entered her. Draping her nails against his nape, soft sighs and needy moans spilled from her and Donnie grunted as he gave deft strokes to her slick walls. Pushing her thighs wider with his weight, he welcomed the squelching sounds between them. They needed it like plants needed water. Lovemaking helped him beat back the thoughts at the fringes of his mind. Had Athena not intervened in the past, he might have given in. No matter how much shame and guilt plagued him, the truth haunted him.

He had wanted to fuck Tanique.

Athena glanced at her watch.

They were supposed to meet at noon, but she arrived a half hour earlier to relax with a stiff drink and ponder what the hell she was doing, really. Her job had her traveling a lot, and when her schedule was clear after two weeks, she contacted Damian and gave him options for when she would be available to meet him for a lunch date.

He told her the name of a little café in Santa Monica that she had overlooked for years. Sitting in her seat by the front window, she studied the décor with avid interest. It was a mix of Southern California beach chic mixed with cottagecore quaintness. The odd mix seemed to work because they packed the place with tourists and local regulars who snapped pictures of their food and the surroundings.

She lifted her old-fashioned Mai Tai and placed the straw between her lips when Damian popped into the entrance doorway and she nearly choked on the intake of liquor into her throat. A rich purple button-down shirt couldn't hide the muscles rippling underneath, and she wasn't the only one staring at the dark designer jeans that molded his thighs and ass with the blatant disrespect of being out in public looking that fine. Her gaze tracked down to his feet where sleek, comfortable dress shoes completed the ensemble. There was a slight bulge where he covered his ankle monitor on his right foot. Damian looked so good from the legs up no one seemed to notice the tracking device. A fresh lineup and facial hair trim had turned him into the complete thirst trap she spotted at her Mama's mansion. He carried a small neon-green gift bag in his hand.

Athena fingered her hair and looked down at her basic tight navy-blue sweater and couture ripped jeans with casual heels, wondering if she should've done a bit more to match the crispness of Damian's put-together sartorial choices.

Heads turned in the café to get a good gander at the stud muffin that sauntered her way with a stroll that carried assured confidence.

Lord, if he smells as good as he looks…

Damian stood by her side while she sat in her chair with a dreamy expression of visual satisfaction. He glanced at his watch before bending toward her. She stood up to give him a friendly hug, and his cologne was subtle. It smelled good, but he needed to have a scent that matched the presentation he flaunted in the world.

"I tried to get here before you, but you beat me," he said.

He took the seat across from her and she was so tempted to ask him to sit next to her to feel the warmth from his body again. Damian was rock solid flesh at the top, and her cheek tingled from where his plush lips had pressed into her skin. Other places tingled too, but she ignored it and focused on the sculpture of his face and those kind brown eyes staring at her like she was an enticing snack for him to devour. If sitting near him aroused her, she sensed immediate danger if he touched her anywhere else.

"You look… giddy," he said.

She held up her drink.

"Starting early, I see," he said.

She passed him the drink menu and then flagged down their server.

"We'll need time to order our main meal, but could you bring me the short rib sliders I asked about earlier," she said.

"That sounds good," Damian said.

"Make that two orders," Athena said. "You want a drink?"

"Water is fine," he said.

He gazed at her face and Athena shivered, feeling vulnerable to openly admiring his beauty.

"You finally made time for me," he teased.

Their server brought over his water, and he drank it, the large glass quenching his thirst. A small droplet of water rested on his bottom lip, and she automatically reached across the table and swiped it with her finger. The intimacy surprised her and him, too. Her index finger lingered near his mouth and her eyes couldn't peel away from how fleshy and soft it was on the outside. Pulling her hand away, she looked around the café again. Damian picked up the drink menu.

"I think I will get something stronger," he said.

Within a few minutes, they were laughing together as Athena explained the different drinks to him she thought were good. Being locked up so young, Damian hadn't experienced ordering grown-up beverages in an establishment. He settled on a Black Manhattan and once his drink arrived, their sliders did too. The appetizer was big enough for a meal, but they ordered more food. Salmon and asparagus tips for him, and shrimp tacos for her. There was no time wasted eating and smacking their lips together.

"You picked a great place to eat," she said, wiping a light pink sauce from her lips.

"I read about it in the L.A. Weekly. It's supposed to be one of the best eateries on the west side for 2023," he said.

"Have you been here before?"

"No, I just picked it out of the top ten list that I thought you would like."

He leaned over and lifted the gift bag from under the table.

"Before I forget, this is for you," he said.

Athena took the bag.

"What's this for?"

"Helping me. Being nice to a stranger."

She opened the bag and rifled through the light blue tissue paper.

"Oh, wow," she said.

She pulled out a delicate three-votive candle set enshrined inside a small candle holder shaped with three gold lotus flowers. The candles were sky-blue soy ones scented with lemon grass and holy basil.

"This is so lovely and thoughtful, thank you so much," she said.

She touched the lotus flowers and sniffed the wicks.

"That book you loaned me had a sticker on the back where you bought it from off Wilshire. I went there to look around and thought you'd like that since spirituality is your thing."

Athena regarded him with sincere affection. She returned the candles to the bag, and they shared a crème brulé for dessert. Damian had a sweet tooth, so she ordered another for them. They talked about Smokey, ordered more drinks, and vibed with one another. Other than her giving pointers about his new trainer, she and Damian only talked about meditation, chakras, and then her short-lived career as a one-time MMA Featherweight Champion when she was twenty-three. Where had the time gone?

Glancing at her cell phone to track urgent messages from her boss on her off time, she noticed they had been eating, talking, and laughing for three hours. Their server never urged them to leave to give up their seats because they had ordered so much food and libations. Athena didn't want to leave.

"Would you like to take a walk by the beach with me?" he asked

"I'd like that," she said, grateful that they would spend more time together.

Damian paid cash, left a hefty tip, and she carried her gift bag like it was Christmas. They walked down two blocks and crossed the street. The Santa Monica Pier loomed before them, but they bypassed that and strolled down Oceanfront Walk.

"What's your goal, Damian?" Athena asked.

She brushed back her hair and gazed at his eyes that sparkled in the sunlight.

"Get back on my feet. Find my own place… train hard and start lining up fights to become the next heavyweight world champion."

"Think you're good enough to take on my brother?"

"I'm better than he ever was. I got him started with early training. Used to take him to Powell's gym over in Inglewood before I went in the pen."

"Really?"

"He never told you that?"

"He said nothing about you or who he hung out with when he was away from us."

"Probably didn't want you to know he was deep in those streets with me."

Athena wagged her finger at him.

"See, this is where the disconnect comes in for me. You exude hood energy, but your mind, the way you see the world… you come off as a poser."

"A poser? How?"

He grinned.

"Your intellect tells me good schooling, your manners, too."

"I went to a private parochial high school in Eagle Rock. Grew up knowing the odds were against me, but I was going to make it no matter what. Athletics was my way out. I excelled at boxing."

"How did you meet Adonis?"

"At a kickback party in Leimert Park. We clicked. He was a young pup looking for fun. I took him under my wing. Introduced him to my trainer, Mack Winters."

A sea breeze blew Athena's hair around her face and she blinked when a few strands got caught in her eyelashes. Damian lifted the hair from her eyes and she held her breath. His life had been cut short, stunted because of a mistake. She heard no bitterness in his voice, but there was something there, deep down inside of him, that wanted payback for what he lost. A fire crackled in his spirit that would spread the longer he acclimated to his new life. Athena recognized that flame. She had it at one time when her family turned against her desire to become a champion. It gnawed at her spirit, that need to prove everyone wrong about who she really was. A fighter. Just like her father.

"I would like to see you go to the top," she said.

Damian's face loomed closer to hers.

"I want you to watch me make it happen," he said.

She blew a small bit of shuddery air between her lips. A seagull squawked nearby. The scent of golden sand and salty seawater tickled her nostrils and Athena lost track of time and space. Damian held her chin, and she watched him kiss her as if she weren't inside her own body. Plush velvety lips brushed against hers and she welcomed the exploration. Opening her mouth for him, she tasted the sweetness of the crème brulé on his tongue. Her soft fingers slid up his shirt, and she crossed her hands on the back of his neck. People swarmed around them and they didn't care about being in the middle of a busy walkway kissing. Juicy lips, tongues, and simple pleasure were all that mattered to Athena.

Damian pulled away first and stared into her eyes. They shared a kinship of sorts and Athena leaned into him and continued their physical connection, wanting to feel his chiseled frame against hers. It all felt right and natural, like they were meant to have that moment at that exact second in time.

"You alright?" he asked, after releasing her once ten minutes of kissing had passed.

"I'm good," she said.

He smiled. The crinkles on the side of his eyes made her heart swoon. Damian reached for her hand and they continued their long walk, fingers threaded together, enjoying the sun on their skin and the shared taste of their lips lingering like the sweetness of amaretto.

Chapter 5 HERE.

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[alcamcat]

Damien takes it further

Damien decides that a light touch isn't enough to satisfy his hunger for energy. He wants more. And she is willing to give him more. Kind of a sequel of "Accidental" touch (you don't have to read it to understand/enjoy the scenario) The other brothers also get their own scenario.

Warning: slightly smut – Minors DNI

-I don't own the game or the characters-

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A moment earlier, Damien had been looking forward to a relaxing day with his brothers. Even the argument that was sure to arise between Matthew and James in the kitchen was something he had looked forward to. But now his thoughts revolve around something he detested. His hunger made itself known. Not for regular food, because now that he was in the human world he could eat as often and as much as he wanted. It was the hunger that painfully reminded him that he could never be truly human. That had often brought him to his knees in the Abyssal Plains, leaving him more dead than alive. And as much as his mind balked because he didn't want to eat like this, his body wanted it, needed it and he knew was going to get it.

A brief information to his brothers was enough, he heard in their heads what scenarios they imagined about what could have happened. Some were a better fit than others, but he would tell them later if he wanted to. Right after Damien went to find the person he was looking for. He found them paying for their groceries at the register. Reading their mind made it easy for him to plan his next move. Their bags were heavy, at least for a human. Without further ado, he had offered to help carry them. As they walked through the park together leading to their house, he caught snippets of their thoughts, making it easy to strike up a conversation they enjoyed.

And genuine interest in him quickly crept into their mind. They thought he was handsome, charming and well-read, even if he wasn't the latter, but she had no chance of knowing that. And something else wasn't clear to the person next to him either. Their energy aura increased with every minute they walked side by side. A side effect of humans becoming interested in other people, and in the case of Damien and his brothers, an indication that they could easily get the energy they needed to survive.

When he suggested taking a short break on one of the many, somewhat hidden, benches in the park, they immediately agreed because they didn't want this encounter to end. They didn't want this stranger to go his way and never see him again. But that was exactly his plan, because he couldn't bear to spend much time with someone when he had to pretend to be someone else or have an idea about things he really didn't care about. He felt bad enough already even if he hadn't done anything yet but read their mind.

It wasn't long before they shifted closer to him, his hand touched their leg by accident and the energy began to flow slowly. Damien was doing his best not to activate the enthrallment, wanting just as much energy as he needed while navigating the conversation in ways that were as interesting. He enjoyed the fact that the longer they talked, the more their thoughts revolved around him, even if he didn't want to admit it to himself.

When they slid even closer to him and put their hand on his thigh, he lost his composure for a moment, because he still wasn't really used to people feeling so comfortable around him that they wanted to get closer to him voluntarily. And at that very moment they leaned towards him. Damien, still a little flustered, reacted instinctively. Before he could even consider whether this was a good decision or not, their faces floated right in front of each other for a brief second before their lips gently snuggled onto his.

The first contact felt like small electrical discharges dancing on his skin before he leaned in closer and deepened the kiss. And the energy he was still subtly draining from them grew stronger. For a moment he just enjoyed the kiss, the feeling of their body gently snuggling against his. Even their thoughts were pleasant, radiant, filling him with extra warmth. Then he tripped over his own ability again.

They seemed to enjoy the little adventure. But the fact that she enjoyed getting involved with a stranger in something that she probably wouldn't do otherwise made him decide to intensify the whole thing. A little jolt went through their body as he activated the enthrallment. Her mind immediately produced more and more images reminiscent of a romantic adventure, a real love affair. And that played into Damien's cards again. They might regret the whole thing later, or tell their friends about the handsome stranger, but he didn't care right now. He was too distracted by their hands running down his shirt on his chest. He was enjoying too much the energy he was absorbing and satisfying his hunger. Now his hands also began to wander, rather shyly they stroked the free skin areas of their arms without breaking the kiss.

They snuggled even closer to him and one of their hands wandered over his chest and down his stomach. Damien could see what they had in mind. See how eager they were to feel his body, to imagine their bare skin against his. Hands, that brushed between their legs, feeling him move inside them. And as much as he enjoyed that they were willing to give him anything he could ask for, he suddenly felt insecure.

If he hadn't activated his enthrallment, he might have played along. He might have really found a more secluded spot in the park to have intense and physical fun with them. But when his hunger was largely satisfied, the questions came. What if they made all this because he cast the enthrallment? What if they would think clearly for a moment and change their mind entirely? If they found out what he was, that he was feeding off of them at that very moment? Exactly these thoughts made him pause and he slowly let the enthrallment subside. Yes, he enjoyed being surrounded by humans, but he didn't just want to get closer to people in this way. He wanted to live among them with his brothers and belong to them.

Damien made up his mind before their hand even reached his pants. Gently, so they wouldn't think they'd done anything wrong, he slowly broke the kiss. For a moment they seemed irritated, but the bright smile he showed them actually dispelled the doubts. When he made the argument that the groceries they bought need to be out of the sun, they even were grateful to him because they really forgotten about the groceries.

A few minutes later they set off again, this time hand in hand. Though they easily got back into conversation, he saw in their mind that they didn't want the day to end like this. They would invite him to their place and would want to implement everything they had previously imagined. But Damien couldn't let that happen, nor would he. He would certainly get involved with a human again soon, but not because he already felt the hunger. He would bond first and then he would be able to happily satisfy his need for physical contact without exactly needing to feed. But the human next to him was not the person he saw in this scenario.

For now, his hunger had been sated, and as much as he loved humans, he now looked forward to spending the rest of the day with his brothers. Carefree and just as he had always wanted.

[seducey-diabolik]

Ayato: Okay important question for our friendship. When you go to the movie theater do you ask for extra butter or regular butter or no butter?

Damien: I put skittles- not skittles M&M's with the popcorn

Ayato: Okay i'm going to remove Damien from this call

Damien: Wait-

Sam: You didn't give him a chance to explain himself!

[douceurrrr]

bro damien anderson x reader works NOWW!

[ava-ships]

Haven’t drawn Damien in forever so have this comfy piece

(Reblogs are encouraged, pr0ship/c0mship DNI)

[erikandersonsspouse]

It's game night! Who prepares the snacks, the games, the one who cheats, the one who always loses, wins?

Matthew is absolutely the one preparing the snacks, James helps him but the kitchen is kind of Matthew's space

Damien, and Matthew pick the games. Sam helps too but it's mostly to make sure the he won't be bored to tears. (So Sam says at least, but there are a few games that are consistently added to the pile that no one remembers putting there that Sam always complains about like Uno)

Sam is absolutely the biggest cheater, if everyone looks away for a moment he'll use his speed to change the places of pieces on the board game or something. He never gets away with it, and he knows he never will but it's fun to rile up his brothers especially James and Matthew!

Everyone besides Matthew has lost an equal number of times, Matthew is just too good at games to not have a pretty good win streak. Though for humors sake I think it would be hilarious if James was the one who could just never seem to win on game night.

Erik is the one to make sure the living room is comfy and the background noise is something they've all agreed to. I like to think the brothers have made like a Spotify playlist together with a bunch of songs they all enjoy and that is the playlist they always use for things like family trips and game nights, ect.

[moonlit-flowerfield]

Your honour, I don't care if they've technically murdered people, I love them-

[proceduralpassion]

Or. OR. I can write something for Adonis Creed, Damien Anderson, and/or Chad Meeks-Martin because the fics are severely lacking imo

[nekromeowncer]

[synth-exe]

hot take fresh of the presses: i don't think damien should have been an incubus; i think he should have been an animal-based demon like rabbit