#seduce me fanfiction

[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

He loves me. I love him.

My take on the morning after Mika's first time with Sam. It's really short but I felt it said everything that needed to be said. Warning for a bit of smut.

I opened my eyes to the sight of Sam’s chest, the memories of the night before flooding my mind. I looked up, seeing him still sleeping peacefully. I snuggled in closer, the warmth of his body all too inviting. Almost instinctively, he tightened his arms around my waist and shoved his face against my hair, making me smile against his chest.

He loves me. I love him.

Something about that fact made me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. I’d heard fairy tales and stories of love being this beautiful emotion, but I had no idea, not really. I let the night before play through my mind.

Sam was incredibly sweet and gentle with me, a contrast from his typical brash demeanor. He would check in on me before each step, making sure I was okay and he wasn’t pushing too fast. It was my first time, and I knew he wanted to make it perfect for me. He leaned in and kissed me before pushing his enthrallment, ensuring I wouldn’t feel any pain, and thrusting into me slowly, torturously slow. He cared so much, and I could feel my heart swell. Eventually he began moving at a consistent pace, my moans being muffled by him kissing me hot and desperately, only pulling apart for our whispers and moans of “I love you.”

He loves me. I love him.

I flushed at the memory, but I didn’t stay embarrassed for long. Sam began to wake up, groaning and stretching slightly before shifting us so he could look at my face. He slid his arm under my neck and the other continued to drape over my hip as he spoke. “G’morning.”

I smiled softly, observing his messy hair and glossy eyes. “Good morning.”

Sam moved the hand on my hip to caress my cheek, a small smile tugging at his lips before he leaned in and kissed me lovingly. I responded in kind, adjusting my arms to wrap around his neck. When we pulled away, I couldn’t stop staring into his eyes, which were filled with so much love.

He loves me. I love him.

I vaguely remembered Diana returning, waking me up with one last attempt to bring back the incubi. In exchange for the incubi, she offered me anything I wanted, money, power, fame. But her offer was empty, because Sam was all I wanted.

He loves me. I love him.

I spoke, tightening my grip around him. “Hey Sam?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

I merely smiled at him. “I love you.”

He blushed, but his own smile grew as the words left his mouth easily. “I love you too.”

He loves me. I love him.

[jhilsara]

Tie Me to You/ Chapter 8

Chapter Summary: Mika and the incubi have a successful party. But what are Devils?

Word Count: 2.6k

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Chapter Warnings: Small gun violence

This fanfic will explore heavier emotions and will have eventual smut. Minors DNI

Can also be found on AO3 X

I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser

Midnights become my afternoons

When my depression works the graveyard shift

All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift

The house is finally empty. Everyone has disappeared and Mika is sitting on the staircase, head resting on Damien’s thigh as he sits behind her. Matthew and Sam flank her on the left and right. James and Erik are standing, but just barely. Their bodies lean on the staircase banister with their ties undone. The group is drained physically and emotionally.  

“So... that went well?” Matthew’s voice asks hesitantly, looking up at James.  

James lets out a heavy sigh and nods, “As well as it could have.”  

“Oh, was the bombarding of questions too much for his royal highness?” Sam spits out sarcastically.  

James twitches at that, but doesn’t give into Sam’s tease, “Not too awful, just draining...” James takes his glasses off to massage the bridge of his nose. “How was the rest of your night?” He shifts the attention to Mika.  

She lazily looks up at James, unwilling to really feel motivated to move. She shrugs, “Better after my father left.” She murmurs.  

Sam groans and leans back on his arms, “Fuck your dad!”  

Matthew sits up a little more, leaning over to look at Mika better, “What happened? I didn’t know something went down?”  

Erik crosses his arms in frustration, brow furrowed, “Her awful father put his hands on her and left a nasty bruise.” he says irritably.  

Mika feels Damien stiffen behind her as he and Matthew proclaim, “He what?!” in simultaneous disbelief.  

Mika had been so drained she hadn’t even thought about what her father did earlier in the evening. She just wanted to go to bed. It wasn’t the first time her father had put his hands on her, but it was hopefully the last. 

“It’s over, I’m fine, Sam stepped in.” She says dismissively, trying to avoid the topic entirely.  

Damien reaches down and grabs her arm gently, “Can we check it?” he asks softly, in a way that she knows means he’s just trying to be helpful and not make it a spectacle.  

She avoids their eyes but slowly removes the opera glove, exposing the bruise. She hadn’t looked at it since but in the past few hours it’s gotten worse. The disgusting yellow peeking out underneath it all makes her feel nauseous.  

“Oh Mika...” Damien’s voice rings behind her.  

She can’t take the staring and shoves the glove back on. She folds her arms in on herself. Mika tries to make herself disappear, shame filling her chest.  

“It’s over alright? He left and Sam definitely broke his hand.” Mika says, trying to keep her voice light and joking, but the clip to it reveals her resentment.  

“Sam!” James raises his voice giving his younger brother a pointed look. 

Sam snorts avoiding James’ eyes, “I didn’t break it... I just fractured it. Aggressively.” he says with a smirk looking down at Mika, giving her a light nudge with his knee.  

The nonchalant attitude of it all has Mika relaxing again, she feels light laughter bubbling from her chest. It all just seemed so ridiculous after all. A dead rich grandfather, an abusive father, and five strange men who just happened to be incubi? It all just sounded so absurd. Mika couldn’t figure out what her life was anymore. It was insane to think so much could happen in four months.   

 “We should probably clean up...”  

Sam stands and reaches his hand out for Mika, to help her stand.  

A gunshot echoes in the room, loud and terrifying. Before Mika can even register what’s happening, she’s curled up on the stairs, Sam’s bracing himself over her and Damien. Using his body as a shield.  

There’s a pregnant pause before they realize no one is hurt. Sam stands fully to turn towards the door, anger clear on his face.  

Past Sam’s figure, Mika sees two people. If you could call them people, their skin a burning fire red. The two figures standing in the open doorway have her spinning. The male presenting one of the two holds a gun in his hand, as it lazily dangles on his fingers like it’s not a weapon.  

“Honey I’m home~” his voice calls out, its cold and gritty. Making her want to sink lower to the ground.  

Damien moves to stand, keeping Mika positioned behind Sam. “Get out.” Damien says in a clear voice. “This home is protected by holy magic; your powers won’t work here.” Damien says in a voice that is more exasperated than annoyed.  

Mika can tell Damien’s tone irritates the visitor, his eye twitching, “I don’t need this to kill you.” The man stays in a distorted voice. Glowering at the incubi brothers. 

“We’re really not in the fucking mood Malix. Get the fuck out.” Sam growls out stepping closer.  

Malix, the man with bright red skin and white hair, looks unamused. He cocks his brow before looking over Sam from head to toe with a feral smile like a predator. Showing his sharp teeth, ready to bite down.  

“Oh? Sorry, did I barge in on you lot whoring yourselves out like the incubus you are?” he asks with a disgusting cackle leaving his throat.  

Mika is taken aback by what the man says, none the less the fact he barreled into her home. “Excuse me?” She asks, tone offended for the brothers.  

She tries to stand and step past Sam, but his arm keeps her behind him. He won’t budge. “Stay behind me.” He whispers to her lowly.  

Malix, perks up at her voice. He steps forward leaning closer, trying to get a good look at her. His yellow and blood red eyes roam until they land on her face. It’s unsettling to say the least. His feral smile never leaves his face.  

“Oh, is that her? The warlocks kins?” Malix asks with a short high-pitched laugh, “C’mon share her! It’s not nice to keep playthings to yourselves.” He whines out, his gaze piercing into hers. 

Mika grips onto Sam, taking a hesitant step back, she didn’t like how he was looking at her...like she was a meal. She can't move, the piercing red of his glare freezing her. She just clings onto Sam, who in turn has his fists clenched already. 

James steps forward, pushing Malix back and blocking Mika from his line of sight. “She’s protected too you animal.” James hisses out.  

Malix just raises a brow at that, while a smirk crosses his face. “Interesting...” he drawls out.  

The woman who’s with him seems incredibly unamused by all of this. She’s just waiting by the door for him. “Malix.”  She says his name in an irritated tone.  

He whips his head around to her, mouth open to yell but sees the look she’s giving him. Mika can’t see too well, so she misses the silent conversation that seems to be happening between them. Malix just scoffs. 

“We’ll leave... but watch your back outside of,” he gestures his arms widely to the house, “this protective barrier.” He says ‘protective’ like it’s a joke with a heinous laugh.  

He stands tall looking over at them once more, “You’re in our territory incubi.” He turns to leave but hesitates. 

He does a full turn and points his gun at Mika, Sam’s still positioned in front of her, refusing to move.  

It doesn’t protect her from the piercing glare of Malix’s red eyes, staring into her soul, “You too sweetheart, don’t think you’re safe either.”  

Malix pockets his gun before leaving the house. The group of incubi all letting out a breath they were holding.  

Mika’s shaking, she’s looking at the five brothers for answers, but their silence isn’t helpful. Sam turns to look at her, and the rage softens for a moment, to notice her anxiety.  

Tonight, just couldn’t be a normal night.  

“What are they?” Mika finds her voice to ask, she’s trembling. Any joy or reprieve she had from earlier was absolutely gone. Icy fear gripped at her now.  

“Devils... they come from Hell.” Erik spits out disdainfully.  

She pauses, “Then where do you come from?” she asks.  

Mika is realizing how little she truly knows about these five men. Yes, she’s gotten close to them in the past three months, but they almost never talk about their past. She could almost forget they were demons.  

“The Abyssal Plains, demons, come from a different realm.” James states crossing his arms, “We have our own supply of magic and free will. Devils, on the other hand, their magic doesn’t belong to them. They pull their powers from hell, from Satan. They only live to cause chaos, murder, and mayhem to human souls, either here or in Hell.” he tells her in a bitter voice.  

Mika stands there dumbfounded for a moment. There’s too much information for her to take in. Demons are not the same as devils, nor do they come from the same place. They all have magic, but it’s different. On top of all of that, there’s holy magic? She presses the heels of her hands against her eyes, trying to comprehend the information overload. 

While her brain feels like it’s going into overdrive, Damien grabs her hand making her look at him. Pausing all thoughts.  

“He can’t hurt you, not with hellborn magic. It’ll be okay.” Damien tries to reassure her. 

She knows he can’t help but read her mind, it’s just on display for him, but she feels guilty that he’s exposed to her raw emotions almost every day. It’s hard enough being in her own head, she can’t imagine juggling everyone else's.  

Sam’s hand lands on her shoulder and he squeezes it, “We’ll kill ‘em.” He tells her confidently.  

 She looks at the group of men wearily but it’s not like she has much of a choice. She has to trust them.  

Mika wakes up the next morning and decides that she was already over the day before it had even begun. She rolls over lazily checking the time on her phone and frowns. It’s too early for her to be awake. She curls herself deeper into her plush blankets and squeezes her eyes shut, hoping for an ounce of more sleep. To drift away for a few more hours. 

She tosses and turns before she undoubtedly settles on the fact, she is unfortunately awake for the day. It didn’t mean she had to be productive.  

While she should get up and clean up downstairs, she can’t find it in herself to bother doing that right now. She gets as comfortable as she can in her bed and finds herself endlessly scrolling away on her phone. 

It’s not until it’s the middle of the afternoon that Mika decides she needs to be a human. She drags herself to the bathroom to quickly shower and brush her teeth. She pulls on her comfiest clothes and goes to the entrance to start cleaning. 

Mika's surprised when she goes to the staircase that it’s already practically spotless. All decorations were gone, the standing tables for the bar were put away, and the floor had looked freshly mopped. She stands there stupefied for a brief moment. They cleaned...? 

She walks towards the kitchen, prepared to do some chores, but once again, clean. The kitchen was practically spotless, and the dishes had been cleaned and put away. Before Mika can think of something else to preoccupy her time, she hears shouting outside. It almost sounds like drill instructions.  

She walks towards the back of the house and through the French doors that leads out to the patio, following the noise. She leans against the open door watching the commotion. All five of the boys were outside and it looked like they were training. At least from what Mika hears Sam barking, it sounds like instructions.  

She watches them perform a four against one fight. Sam being the solo act. He easily dodges their attacks and lands a few punches of his own. Almost dancing around his brothers. Mika watches them for a few more minutes before she decides to interrupt.  

“How long have you guys been out here?” Mika calls out to them. Moving to the edge of the patio. She’s only in some house slippers and she doesn’t plan to step on the dirt after taking a shower.  

The boys all stumble, surprised at her presence. Mika raises a brow at them, looking over how they are clearly exhausted.  

“What time is it?” Matthew asks, he’s bent over hands against his knees trying to catch his breath.  

“Around two, maybe almost three.” she tells him. 

“Long enough. We’ve been out here long enough!” Matthew tells her exasperated as he shoots Sam a glare.  

“We need a break...and food.” James says looking at each of his brothers. He isn’t hunched over like Matthew but he’s taking some shallow breaths.  

Sam huffs in frustration, “I don’t know if you guys have noticed, but we don’t have time for a break!” He bites out harshly.  

Sam’s drenched in sweat, and while he stands tall with his hands on his hips in irritation, Mika can see how tired he is from the slight shake in his muscles. They all desperately need to eat at the very least.  

“You want one too Sam.” Damien outs his brother's thoughts quickly, with a soft smirk of his own.  

Mika snorts in amusement. Sam just rolls his eyes.  

Mika raises her hand to wave them off dismissively, “Go and shower guys, I’ll make lunch!” She turns to go back into the house. Ignore the faint protests she hears. If they spent all morning cleaning and training, she could make them lunch. Fair is fair... even if she feels like she’s doing the least amount of work in the house.  

She’s going through what’s in the kitchen before she lands on just making them sandwiches. It was easy, light, and would at the very least settle their stomachs until a proper dinner.  

Mika gets to work making them some protein filled sandwiches. She also cuts up some vegetables and fruits to put on the side. Giving them something to hopefully make them feel better than they looked. It doesn’t take her a super long time to make all five of them plates.  

She makes herself a late breakfast parfait, with the leftover fruit and yogurt. She eats it before she’s even done making their lunches. Dancing around the kitchen to the music she's softly playing from her phone.   

Mika leaves their plates of food on the dining table for when they’re ready. She was going to study for her finals until dinner. She still had a few more weeks of her degree left, and she wasn’t about to fail now. She just had to get through her business program, and she was starting her masters in the fall. She was more than excited to focus on a path she enjoyed.  

Mika’s so lost in her studies she doesn’t notice the time until it’s well after seven. She makes her way downstairs and sees all five of the men laid out on chairs in the dining room. She pauses at the entryway and looks at them concerned. 

“How about we order dinner?” she suggests looking at the tiredness seeping into them.   

There’s a faint murmur of agreement, James goes off to do some work in the office and Erik plans to lie in his bed until food arrives. Mika drags Damien, Matthew, and Sam with her to the living room.  

“If you’re going to rot it might as well be comfortable.” she suggests. 

She sits in the middle of the couch with Matthew and Damien flanking her sides. Sam chooses to lounge on the floor, his head resting against her legs. Mika is casually carding her hands through Sam’s hair, Matthew is fully laying on her shoulder, and Damien’s draped over the arm rest half-awake watching the movie Mika put on to pass the time. The four of them are so comfortable they almost fall asleep before their dinner comes.  

She’s thankful that this was an easy solution. It’s been a hectic weekend, and she would rather spend her Sunday trying to relax. Their problems could wait until Monday like the rest of the world.  

[notmine213]

3 am thoughts

what if I made like a fanfic but each chapter (or few chapters with a to be continued thing) was like a new episode, and not like a one-shot book. Like hear me out.

You know how in shows you can watch them out of order, but some details you'd have to watch earlier ones? (Think big bang theory. I never sat down and watched it in full, but I love the show and am aware that I'd understand more had I watched it all.)

Well, what if it was just a new episode each chapter? No pressure for an actual crazy plot, no pressure for a certain number of chapters, just going until my brain is content with it being over.

It would still likely have an overall plot, but I think I'd just let it flow and think of a plot as I write.

It wouldn't be all fluff, wouldn't be all smut, wouldn't be all angst. There'd be enough of everything.

Now that I've typed this out, I'm just describing a book.

BUT

It helps my brain.

Please tell me if you'd read something like this.

[seduce-me-imagines]

Journaled Confessions - James x Reader

A/N: My first fic on this blog! I can't wait to keep writing. For now, enjoy the first of many to come! I love this one with all my heart, and I hope you will too!

Pairing: James x Reader

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Cursing, mild violence (if you can call it that), self-doubting.

Enjoy!

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Do you ever get the feeling that you're destined to fail? That whatever you do, it's all gonna come back and bite you in the ass? That's how you felt trying to gather your courage to tell James how you felt. 

You'd think it'd be metaphorically easy, confessing to a literal sex demon that he's all you think about at night. (Sorry Damien) But it's not. He's thwarted your efforts, whether conscious or not, every time you've tried to pull yourself together and tell him how you felt. 

There were many times you could remember trying to bring up love in a conversation or trying to ask him a question only for something else to catch his attention and squander your confidence completely. Or he just changed the subject and you never got to attempt to tell him how you felt at all. 

Living with him plus his brothers wasn't any help either. 

"SAM! Give it back!" You shouted at the middle incubus brother who had snooped in your room and grabbed your journal. He was in one of his teasing moods, and unfortunately Matthew was out of the house. So you got the brunt of his attack. 

Sam smirked at you, dangling the journal high up where you couldn't grab it. "Oh yeah? Why don't you just come up and get it?" He taunted. You growled, a snarl pulling onto your face. 

"I swear to god Sam-!" You cursed, making another dive for your journal as Sam tried to dangle it closer to you. You failed to grab it as Sam pulled it away just in time for your hands to barely touch it. He let out a cackle of laughter, holding the journal up close to the ceiling, making you huff with annoyance. 

"What? You afraid I'll find out all of your little secrets, Y/N?" Sam teased further. You were beginning to lose your patience. You now understood how Matthew felt when being teased by Sam. You really wanted to hit him somewhere it hurts. But you knew better. 

Your one mission here, although you were losing, was to keep Sam out of your private thoughts. Although it wasn't a secret, you thought no one else knew of your crush on the eldest incubus brother. You couldn't help it, there was something about him that you just couldn't place. Something that made your heart jump wildly in your chest when the two of you would read together in the library on his days off or when he'd watch your favorite show with you when the other boys wouldn't. Something about your show being too difficult to follow, or whatever that meant. James watched it with you though whenever he could, discussing it in much deeper detail than anyone else could. 

But you couldn't tell him about your feelings. They were silly! And besides, the boys meant a lot to you. You weren't about to ruin your peaceful co-existence with them by adding the awkwardness of a failed confession. So that was why you had to keep Sam from reading your journal. Because if your secret was in anyone else's hands, you knew for sure it'd end up back to James somehow. And then where would we be?

"Sam, just please give it back!" You sighed in exasperation as you pleaded once again for Sam to return your belongings. 

"No way! You're acting too protective for me to give it back now. I wanna know what Miss Y/N Anderson writes in her little journal-" Sam teased again as he turned to give you a mischievous smirk, failing to realize how low the journal had gotten because of his distraction. You took your chance and reached out for the journal, finally getting a good grip on it. 

Sam immediately began to pull back on it, making your grip loosen slightly around the journal. "Come on, I'm just playing around!" He teases again. You grip harder, pulling twice as hard to try and pull your private life from his hands. Albeit, you knew this was a losing battle. Once it was in Sam's hands, you were never getting it back. 

"I don't want you looking at my journal Sam!" You shouted again, pulling as hard as you could, refusing to give up even when you knew you were losing. If you could keep James from knowing, even if just a little longer, it was worth the effort to keep your relationship as it was. 

"What is going on here?!"

Suddenly you felt Sam's grip on the journal completely fall away, sending you tumbling back and crashing into the wall. You let out a groan of pain, a harsh throbbing beginning from where your head hit the wall. Your journal fell from your hands and laid on the hardwood floors as if cast aside. 

James appeared in front of you in the next instant, his whiskey brown eyes filled with worry as he examined you for any injuries. You felt your heart tighten as you watched him, his skin seemingly glistening in the rays of the sun that leaked through the window a few inches to your left. His hair seemed perfectly fallen atop his head, despite being finger-brushed. His touch was gentle as he caressed your shoulders and touched your head to inspect for any damage.

"Thank god you're alright. I don't see anything concerning. Though I have to ask, what was so important to be shouting about?" James spoke beside you, knelt down to your level. His voice was exasperated and filled with mild irritation. You felt your heart sinking as you looked up at him through the corner of your eye, knowing he had no idea how you felt. He never would, and you knew that well. 

 Your lip quivered as tears threatened to spill from your eyes not from the pain from your fall, but from the fact that you knew you could never tell him how you felt. Usually you'd save these tears for late nights. But something about your feelings almost getting out had turned you into a faucet. 

You covered your eyes with one of your hands, desperate not to cry. When your attempt failed, and you felt tears spilling into your hand, you let out a soft gasp and without a second thought you stood up and made a dash for your room, closing the door behind you. 

You could hear both James and Sam yelling from behind your door, but you couldn't make yourself care. You locked the door and, for good measure, pulled one of the armchairs in the room to the base of the door to block it from being opened. Just in case they managed to get it unlocked somehow. Although that probably wouldn't help with Sam in the picture, but you weren't exactly thinking clearly. 

You breathed heavily, slowly letting yourself sob as you cowered at the foot of your bed. You pulled your legs up to your chest, hugging your knees as you just let yourself cry harder than you can ever remember. 

He was perfect. He was the perfect gentleman and you didn't deserve him. You just so happened to be the one he and his brothers had found after being injured by Malix. You were sure he'd treat any and all other girls the same. You weren't special. 

You could hear James's voice soften as he continued to call your name and beg to be let inside. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to force his voice from your mind. 

"Miss please, open the door. You… you left your journal out here." 

You felt your body go rigid as fear entered you and your heart dropped completely into your stomach. How could you be so stupid as to leave your journal outside when it was the only place you poured all of your feelings for the man currently trying to coerce you into opening the damn door? What if he knew? 

What were you thinking? He probably already knew! Now you'd never be able to face him again. You'd have to ignore him for the rest of your life. 

You groaned and grabbed a pillow from the chair beside your bed and shoved your face into it. Like you could really ignore him for the rest of your life. James wouldn't allow that. If anything, he'd sit you down and then gently tell you that he only sees you as a close friend. God, you could already feel your heart breaking. 

You could feel your cheeks brighten with a raging fire of embarrassment. Your cheeks burned as you will yourself to at least shout one last thing to try and remedy the issue. "None of it's real! I didn't mean any of it!" 

The room was quiet for a moment, no sound came from either party on either side of the door. You thought for sure he'd taken your words and stood up to walk away. You kind of hoped he had. But that wasn't the case. 

A gentle rustling sounded from behind the door, alerting you to the small space between the door and the floor as you saw your journal being pushed into your room. 

You stared at it for a moment, unsure of what this was. You were surprised when James spoke up again. 

"I didn't read any of it, Y/N. Please, will you let me in?" James replied in a voice that you knew was genuine. He was worried, and you could feel his words lifting your heart slightly out of hope that he didn't know about your hopeless feelings. 

You stared at the door for a moment, almost as if you could see the man who was no doubt knelt behind it to try and talk to you. You felt your throat go dry, unsure of anything to say. 

Before you could really discern what you were doing, you found yourself on your feet and taking hold of the chair that you had moved in front of the door. You stopped for a moment, trying to decide whether you should truly let him in. 

Your heart gave a gentle thump, giving you your answer. You took in a deep breath, closing your eyes for the briefest of moments. When you opened them again, you pulled the chair away from the door and unlocked the door with a single click from the doorknob. You stood in front of the door, waiting for James to turn the knob himself. However, a moment passed and he still didn't open the door. Of course, ever the gentleman. 

You took another deep breath in before you rested your hand on the knob and slowly turned it. Upon opening the door, you found James standing there with concern swirling in his eyes. His eyebrows upturned as he gazed at you, probably looking for some sort of answer for your behavior. You sniffled softly and took a step back, looking down at the journal you'd forgotten to pick up. 

James's gaze followed yours, reaching down to grab it before holding back out to you. "I believe this belongs to you?" He spoke quietly. Nodding, you take the journal and press it against your chest. The two of you don't move for another couple moments, unsure of what first move to make. 

Eventually, you moved first and walked over to your bed, taking a seat. James followed, taking a seat beside you silently. You felt your heart jump at his closeness, before quickly stomping out the rising embers of a crush you knew you couldn't keep stoking. 

You sheepishly looked up into his eyes, not finding annoyance or any form of irritation at your behavior. You swallowed hard, wishing he would just say something. Anything. 

How was this man real? Incubus or not, he was a complete gentleman and you didn't know how to handle it. Who could blame you for your little crush? It wasn't hard to not fall for him. What with his shining smile, his just messy enough to be sexy hair, his well-kept appearance, the muscles you had a hard time ignoring when he would sit or move. Don't get you started on his personality. He was absolutely perfect, treating you like the princess Erik had dubbed you. And yet, he never complained. He never had one measly complaint about serving or helping you. 

But he didn't, obviously giving you the space to speak when you felt like it and to allow you to have his presence to help calm you in the meantime.

And what were you? A simple human girl who managed to have a panic attack over a stupid journal. You weren't sophisticated or well mannered enough for him. You knew that. You just couldn't be his type. 

You felt the storm brewing in your chest grow stronger, making it hard not to continue crying now that you've stopped. You rubbed your eyes free from remaining tears, returning your hands to your journal. 

"I…" you began, knowing that one of you had to say something or you were both going to stay silent for the rest of the day. "I'm sorry. You shouldn’t have had to see me like that." You managed to say just above a whisper. Anything louder was impossible. 

James slowly moved closer to you, his eyes never losing their concern as they continued to gaze upon you. "Don't apologize for your feelings. They're a part of you." James spoke softly, not making any more attempts to get closer to you. 

You sigh and look down again. Even now, he couldn't stop being the gentleman you had fallen in love with. You felt completely cared for in that moment, making opening up seem not so bad. You stopped yourself, determined not to burden James with your stupid feelings. 

James swallowed for a moment, before he began to speak again as calmly as he could. "What I'm concerned about, is how you're feeling, Y/N. First, I rush upstairs after hearing you and Sam yelling, then you manage to hit your head and run off before I can even evaluate what the situation was." James was concerned about you, that was evident as his body subconsciously moved closer to yours as you tried to put some distance between you by scooting a bit away. 

"I'm just worried about you. What did Sam do that troubled you this much?" James continued, his gaze never leaving your form. You continued to stare downwards, trying to think of a way to avoid your feelings. He didn't need to know. It was better that he didn't. 

"It…" you began, sighing for a moment as you tried to recollect yourself. "It's nothing, James. Really. Sam was just playing around and took my journal after snooping in my room. It's not that big a deal." You explain, refusing to look him in the eyes. You hoped he would take the bait and drop the conversation, but that was wishful thinking. 

James frowned. "But it's hurting you, Y/N. You can't tell me it isn't a big deal if you're still bothered by it. Especially to this degree." James expressed, laying a hand on your shoulder. You wanted it so badly to have caressed your cheek instead. The thought almost had you in tears. 

"You don't get it… It isn't a big deal, cause it only affects me." You respond softly with a small white lie, sniffling as tears try to escape again. James's hand tightened a bit at your comment, taking a deep breath out of disbelief. 

"What? You can't be serious, Y/N. Of course it affects us. Your well-being and safety are my brothers and I's top priority. You mean a lot to us. A lot… to me. " James spoke earnestly, looking away as he finished his statement. What? What did he mean by that? 

You made yourself look at him, confused as to what he had meant. Before you could ask, he spoke again. "Just… just know we all care about you. Even Sam. Although he sometimes has a hard time showing it." James added, grumbling as he mentioned his middle brother. 

You took another breath, your mind completely occupied with trying to decipher what James had meant before. "I… James…" you began, unsure of how to inquire what he had meant. "W-what did you mean before, when you said that I meant a-a lot to you?" You manage to ask. James's eyes widened at your question, swallowing nervously. 

"I-I… it's uh…" he began, seeming to swap his demeanor with you. "You are special to everyone, t-that is…uh…" James added, his cheeks growing slightly pink with embarrassment. 

You couldn't believe your ears or your eyes. Was… was James blushing? Avoiding your question as though there was more that he was keeping from you?

You scoot closer to him, a newfound confidence blooming inside you. Could he just so happen to feel the same? And you were just blind to it all this time? 

"I know I'm special to you boys. But you said I was specifically special to you…" you reiterated, hoping that you weren't making the issue worse. 

James blushed harder at your closeness, but he didn't move. He just swallowed and averted his eyes. "Y-yes…I…" he started, sighing in defeat. "There is no way I'm getting out of this, is there?" He asked no one in particular. You shook your head, a new playful mood taking hold of you. James looked up into your eyes, a smile pulling onto his lips. "Well at least you've cheered up." He says softly. You smile gently, staying silent out of respect for the eldest incubi. 

James's whiskey colored eyes filled with doubt and a small twinge of… fear? You couldn't help but feel dumbfounded at that. Fear? Of what? 

"Y/N…" he began, his eyes finding yours and staring intently into them. "You mean a lot to me. Our time together is my favorite thing in this world and the next. The thought of spending time with you, whether it be reading some new novel you've found or watching that show when the new episodes come out, it makes my day that much better just by thinking of you." 

You felt your heart squeeze with a new hope. He… he really enjoyed your time together that much? You looked down at his hand that remained in his lap, finding it clenched tightly in a nervous fist. 

James looked away, taking his hand and running it through his hair nervously. "I believe what I'm trying to say is… I… I like you a lot, Y/N. More than I probably should." James spoke, finally looking into your eyes as he spoke. In almost a split second, everything slipped into place. You stared at James, dumbfounded. Was he seriously confessing to you right now?! 

James sighed almost in defeat, finding it in himself to look back into your eyes. "I don't expect you to fully reciprocate, Y/N. Please, don't feel that you have to. You just… you deserve to know that people care about you. More than you believe that they should." James expressed with a look of determination that quickly overtook his doubt. 

You stared back at him, dumbfounded and in shock once again. This man was seriously surprising you again. He felt the same way? Seriously? Your silly little crush wasn't just a crush? You scrambled through your mind to try and communicate that you truly did reciprocate, coming up with blanks for a few seconds. 

Then, it hit you. The realization almost hits you like a truck. 

You pull your journal from your chest and quickly open it, surprising James with the sudden movement. He raises an eyebrow, confused as to what you're doing. 

"Miss--What are you–" he started, never actually finishing his statement as you had flipped to the page you were looking for. 

"Tuesday the 16th, I cannot keep living like this. Every moment I spend with him is another moment where I can't stop looking at him with the undeniable urge to kiss him. I can't hear him speak to me without wondering just what it would be like for him to call me something other than 'Miss'. I can't help but wonder what sweet nothings he would say to me and only me if only I were his. This is absolute torture. What did I ever do to deserve him?" You finish the page, flipping it quickly. James stares at you, unsure of how to even begin as you begin another page. 

"Thursday the 18th, he sat beside me today. It wasn't that big a deal, we were just watching some new show. But I couldn't stop thinking about what it would look like if he were the guy I was watching on the screen and I was the leading woman. His love interest. And then he goes and smiles at me with that damned sunshine-personified smile that melts my insides and turns me into moldable putty. If he asked me to do anything, all he'd have to do is flash me that smile and I'm a goner.How can he not know the power he holds?" You read, not even looking at James at this point, turning to the next page and reading the next entry. 

"Friday the 19th, I cannot keep doing this to myself. He just made breakfast. But he was such a gentleman while doing it. Don't get me started on how he looked in that apron, I can't get that image out of my head. He made my pancakes seperate from the rest, adding blueberries to mine while the others had plain ones. What did I do to deserve having this man in my life? I don't deserve him, I don't think I ever will." You finished the third entry, ready to go onto the next, but you saw James's hand lay itself onto your journal, stopping you from continuing. You felt your heart pounding in your chest as you looked up at him, seeing him staring intently at you with his loveable whiskey brown eyes. 

He didn't speak, his eyes seemingly searching for answers in yours. You look down at his hand and place yours on top of his. You gathered what confidence that remained in your chest and spoke up again. 

"Page after page of my gushing over how much I like you and how much I wish I could just kiss you and it have no consequences. Pages of my shameless rambling over a man I have wanted since I met him. That's what I didn't want Sam to see. I didn't want him reading this and then going running to you. Because then… if you didn't feel the same?" You paused, looking away as you began to lose confidence with James's lack of a reaction.

 "Then life wouldn't be the same. I wouldn't be able to look at you without knowing I screwed things up by having stupid feelings. I wouldn't be able to sit and read with you in silence knowing I ruined everything by having feelings for a demon when I'm just some measly human-" you continued to rant, growing frantic and slightly louder as you unloaded almost years of uncertainty upon the object of your affections. 

The thing that stopped you, however, was the sudden touch of his lips against yours. 

Completely blindsided, you widen your eyes at the sudden kiss. Soon, however, you melt into it, feeling James's lips soften and press slightly harder back against yours. You tilt your head just a bit, pressing your lips back against his own. You lean closer to him, raising one of your hands and placing it on the back of his head and pulling him closer to you. You don't feel the drain of your energy that you'd come to expect from an incubi kiss, but instead feel the spark of something in your core. Like a fire being relit after having been stomped out one too many times. 

James lifts his hand from where it had laid on your shoulder and laid it on your cheek, cupping your face in his palm. Your heart began to pump faster in your chest, feeling as though it might give out. His other hand found your waist, pulling you closer to him and practically into his lap. You didn't mind. You wanted this, you wanted to be as close to him as possible. 

Your lips danced with each other, his tongue brushing against your lips and asking for permission to deepen it. You don't think twice. You press yourself closer to him, pulling his face closer to yours. It was perfect, the kiss was everything you dreamed of. It was a shame it had to end. 

James finally pulled away after a few moments, panting as he had run out of breath. A string of saliva connected your mouths, reminding you of the previous moment's events He stared at you unblinking, his eyes slightly blown with a want. A need. 

After a moment of catching his breath, James's hand left your waist and pulled your hand from his neck and held it close. "You… are not just…'some measly human', Y/N. You are everything to me. I will not let you put yourself down like that." He insists, staring directly into your eyes with a newfound determination.

"...James…" you reply, feeling your heart pounding again in your chest somehow faster than it had during your kiss. 

"I wish I had known how you felt sooner. Then maybe we could have avoided you and Sam wrestling over a journal. Maybe then… this wouldn't have to feel so rushed." James added, his free hand leaving your cheek and rubbing his neck awkwardly. As he looks away from you, you lean in and press a gentler kiss to his cheek, catching his attention again.

"Nothing can change how I see you, Y/N. You are an amazing woman and I am honored that you let us stay here. That we are allowed occupancy in your home despite being what we are. You may not see it, but when I look at you I see the most beautiful woman in all five worlds. You talk of my smile? Yours could bring me to my knees if you commanded it." James rattled off in earnest, smiling brightly as he described just how much he cared for you. Maybe, maybe even loved you. 

"It's okay, James. I'm fine. I told you, the journal wasn't that big a deal. I was just worried you'd find out and then-" you began again, quickly getting cut off by James. 

"James… I…" you stop, smiling and gasping as you try to come up with a reply. He shook his head. 

"You don't have to keep convincing me, Y/N. I am yours, for as long as you want me. I will remain by your side till the end of time should you wish for it." James replied, his hand reaching up to your cheek again and cupping your face. "You, are the light of my life. I don't know what I'd do without you." James looked into your eyes lovingly, almost squandering the remaining doubt inside your chest. His next words completely silenced them. 

"I love you, Y/N." 

You felt a sob catch in your throat and you immediately swallowed it, tears flowing from your eyes soon after. James widened his eyes at the sudden appearance of your tears, looking into your eyes in hopes that he hadn't upset you. Before he could speak, you lean in again and kiss him tearfully. His hesitance melted away once more as he gently kissed you again, somehow pulling you even closer. 

"Oy, could you lovebirds knock it off? Somebody still needs to make lunch." Sam's voice echoed into the room, quickly ruining the moment. You didn't have to be Damien to feel the anger radiating off of James as he pulled away and turned to his brother with a hardened glare. 

"Then why don't you make it, Sam? You're perfectly capable of cooking yourself." James retorted, clearly annoyed that his moment with you was ruined. Sam gave his eldest brother a look of annoyance. 

"But isn't it supposed to be your job? I tried cooking and you got mad at me for making a mess!" Sam reminded, only making his situation worse. James huffed, almost growling. 

"Then be careful to NOT make a mess while you do it. I'm busy." James snapped, his hold on your hand remaining but tightening at the annoyance of his brother. Sam rolled his eyes and shrugged. 

"Fine. I'll just tell you that again later when you get mad that the kitchen's a wreck." Sam tossed back, soon after heading back down the stairs and clearly to the kitchen. James huffed again, turning his head back to you. 

"I swear it's like I live with ruffians." James growled. You giggled softly and kissed his cheek. James soon let go of his anger and instead looked at you with love. 

"I love you too, James." You spoke gently, catching him off guard for a moment. His whiskey irises danced with the wonder of your statement as he began to smile. 

He pressed his forehead against yours, his smile bright and happy. You smiled back, realizing that no words needed to be said. 

"JAMES! HELP! Sam tried to make spaghetti, and the sauce is literally everywhere!" Matthew's voice called back up the stairs, sounding urgent. You rolled your eyes, snickering. James grumbled and sat back, shaking his head. 

"I cannot even take five minutes for myself." James muttered under his breath. He stood up, his hands leaving you reluctantly. You stood after him, standing beside him. 

"It's alright. It's to be expected." You began, giggling as you thought of Sam somehow spraying the spaghetti sauce all over the kitchen. You place your hand in his and smile. "Nothing we can't fix." 

James looked at you and smiled again, squeezing your hand. "Alright. Now let's see just how much of a mess we're dealing with here." He sighed, pulling you alongside him as you both made your way downstairs into the fray.

[devils-servent]

Can you write something where the reader let's the boys stay but doesn't date any of them officially, but her and Sam make out for energy but they both want more so one day they kiss without the energy drain and its like HOLY CRAP HE FEELS THE SAME for a split second but then the kiss becomes more? Sorry if that's too specific lol,

I'm so sorry anon I thought I had posted this months ago! Turns out I had not!! And I’ve been so busy and distracted I did not notice. But, Not at all too specific! Wasn't sure if you wanted smut or not so I added a line break thingy in case that isn’t your vibe. 

AFAB fem!reader x Sam and this is written in second person so sorry about that if it's rough because that's why this took too long (except the fact that I didn't notice this did get posted so that comment doesn't really matter anymore :P)  -_- but I struggle a bit with second sometimes. 

NSFW: minors preferably DNI but you choose what you interact with so be wise Tags: L-bombs, Slight overstimulation, Creampie, slight praise kink, Vaginal sex, make outs, Crossposted to A03, (lemme know if I’ve missed a key tag).

This work was inspired by Michaela Laws' Seduce me series. I own none of the characters here and you should definitely check out her stuff!! https://www.michaelaamandalaws.com/links

Mutual love Word count: 1.8k 

The sun was beaming down on you as you led in your deck chair on the balcony. peeking down at some of the brothers relaxing in the garden. You smiled as Matthew and Sam began having a water fight much to Erik's chagrin as he was attempting to sunbathe.

“Will you pair quit it?” 

Times like this you were really glad she allowed the boys to stay, no matter how daunting that decision actually was at the time. They were like a little family and you cared for them as if they were their brothers. Except Sam, you felt something more for him. It started small, with you casting lingering looks on his broad, strong frame. Then it grew to deciding to seek his company over his brothers, even when you had first met and he wasn’t too keen on you at all!. You had such a huge crush on him even if you struggled to admit that to yourself. It sucked though. you were almost certain he didn’t feel the same way, why would he? He was an Incubus! he could have literally anyone he wanted and it was unlikely that was you. 

You knew how he felt, how he tasted on your lips, he had made out with you in the past but it was always because he was starving. Like when you first met, and he robbed your first kiss, igniting a desire in you, you had long though you lacked. Or before he fought Malix after he had a shower and you were delivering dinner. But it was always a kiss and nothing more. 

You Sighed and got up, meandering down the stairs to the kitchen. Glancing out of the window and saw James and Damien had joined the other three brothers and they sat at the bottom of the garden talking. That is cute. You plodded over to the toaster in the corner and popped a bagel in and sighed gently, slightly slumped over the counter.

You knew you should probably tell him at some point, lest lose the chance at all. But it was easier said than done. If you just waited for the right moment, the perfect opportunity then maybe just maybe…

“Heya Doofus, Whatcha doing?” 

Sam strode in, shutting the patio doors behind him, plopping himself beside you. He was shirtless, only in his shorts, skin slightly tacky where he had been goofing around. You gave a coy smile at him, gesturing vaguely to the toaster. 

“Cooking, obviously” 

You jumped a little as the bagel popped out, laughing at yourself. Sam had no response, he just looked at you. There was a strange look in his eye, one you were hesitant to identify. Your breath shallows, stepping back a little intimidated. Sam stepped forward, filling the space you had created and you bump into the counter behind you. He brought his arm above you resting it on the cabinet and effectively pinning you in place. 

“Umm, Sam I-”

He cupped your chin and brought your lips up to his, gently grazing them with his own. Your heart was pounding, you could feel it in your ear drums. He probably needed energy, hence the strange demeanour. 

“Is this okay? Do you mind if I kiss you?” 

You nodded gently, anticipating the energy drain. His lips met yours in a gentle kiss, one distinctly lacking something. 

“Wait, where's the energy drain? I thought you needed energy?”

Sam sighed and pulled back, standing awkwardly in front of you. 

“I mean I could take your energy if you want me too but I’m- I…”  He sighed deeply, taking your hand in his and smoothing his fingers over your knuckles. “I love you (Y/N). and I’ve known for a while and it's okay if you don’t. We can keep the dynamic we had. But- I love you. And, I'd like something more, we can take it slow go at your pace but I-” 

You cut him off, your hand snaking to the back of his head and pulling him down to your level and kissing him. “I Love you too, I knew I did- i just never thought you would feel the same.” you smiled tearfully. 

The corner of his mouth twitched into a grin. You were pulled into a kiss. It was sloppy and eager. You raked your hands through his hair and pulled him closer. Pulling away and gasping, cheeks flushed and lips glistening. His hands wandered down your hips, cupping your butt and picking you up. 

“Come on, let's go upstairs and talk” 

He had teleported you upstairs and plopped you down on the bed. His lips found yours again as his hands wandered your body. Fingers dipping into the waistband of your pyjamas and finding your underwear. Running the pad of his fingers down over the seams caused you to let out a whimper. 

“Please, Sam! I-” 

Cutting you off with his lips, you could feel his smirk as he kissed your cheek. His kisses trailed down your neck and onto your chest where he cupped your breasts through your shirt. As he pulled off your shirt slowly, with small teasing touches, before smiling at the sight. He gave you a slow kiss on the lips before pulling away and pushing you down onto the bed. 

“We’re supposed to be talking,” he said, chuckling at your flushed expression. 

You relaxed, settling into the bed, turning to look at Sam beside you. “I can’t believe you love me too”

He smiled and brought you closer “Why wouldn’t I? You’re all I've wanted since we set foot in this house and that will never change” he wrapped his arms around your waist cuddling his face into your neck as he shifted to be the big spoon. You settled into his touch, happy and content that your feelings were reciprocated. 

You had stripped down into a shirt and your underwear and him just his pyjama pants and just cuddled for a while. You just basked in the others presence and mutual feeling for each other, idly discussing your crushes on each other and everything you want to do together. 

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Soon, his hands began to wander. His hands travelled down your waist, fingers creeping up your shirt and tracing the waistband of your underwear. You sucked in a breath at his touch and pushed your hips into his hands, tilting your head to meet his lips ghosting them over his. 

“Are you sure you want to…” he started, a blush creeping across his face as he took heavy breaths. 

You answered him with a kiss and you felt his smirk against your lips and he shifted to sit up and pulled you onto his lap. You subconsciously began to grind your hips into his feeling his rock hard cock through your panties. You let out a soft moan that was captured by his mouth, soon getting lost in the feeling of his mouth on yours and his cock teasing your pussy. 

Sam’s eyes began to glow a soft gold and warmth pumped through your body. You didn’t notice when he pulled your panties down, you just felt a finger circle clit as you rolled your hips. You buried your head into his neck. Crying out his name as he teased you. 

“Aww, Your so wet and so needy, do you want me to fuck you?” he breathed, voice deep with poorly restrained arousal. He moved his hands, one supported your waist and one wrapped around his own cock as he rubbed it along your entrance. “You're so soaked, you want this cock don’t you”. 

Crying out as he teased, you were barely able to marshall your tongue into responding a weak “yes, please Aomaris” Your use of his demon name set something off in him. He makes a noise somewhere between a moan and a growl as he slides into you with ease. Rolling his hips gently into you at first, cautiously watching for signs of discomfort. Your fingers found their way into his hair. Looking him in the eyes as you cried out for him to go faster. He did what he was told, hips moving at a speed you did not think was possible. His hand had moved back to circle your clit and you gasped at the sensation. Thrusting your hips into his hand desperately. 

Your eyes were screwed shut, panting as he drove you to your orgasm. As sweat began to bead and drip down your forehead, Sam looked at you lovingly. “You’re so beautiful, do you know that doofus? And you’re all mine.” he pulled his bottom lip in-between his teeth, biting as he attempted to control his thrusts.  

Arching your back, you attempted to get him in deeper–pushing your cunt flush against his hips. You open your eyes and reach towards him, placing your palm upon his chest. You admired his chiselled chest. You needed him. “Need it Harder…” You begged.

His eyes screwed shut barely maintaining his control. When Sam opened his eyes, the emerald green had been all but washed away, leaving nothing but dark pupils in their wake. He pulled out of you and flipped you, your face now buried into the pillows on your bed. You arched your back teasingly, spreading your legs weakly as your wetness dripping down your legs. 

Sam cupped your pussy with his hand, running his thumb over your flushed and dripping hole. He plunged his hips up and pushed into you with desperation “Is this what you needed?” The growl that left his throat, only pushed you closer to the edge. He continued to thrust into you his hands grasping at your ass and then tracing your spine. His consistent teasing touches made you melt into the bed beneath you. 

“Please don’t stop, Sam I’m gonna…” He pulled you up from the bed, spreading your legs and pressing his chest into your back and burying his head in your neck without his cock ever leaving you. He dropped his hand back at your clit, keeping his pace as he encouraged you to cum. 

“Do It, cum all over my thick cock baby. Its okay” He kept going murmuring praises and saucy comments as he fucked you. “Im gonna cum Baby, are you gonna cum with me? All over me?” and with that you did. You clenched around his cock as he brought you to your orgasm, you feverishly rode he cock desperate to feel his cum inside you. Soon you felt it, his hips stuttering and plunging even deeper into you as he let out a deep moan. He teased your clit again, the over sensitivity leading to you cuming again and you felt your energy being pulled out of you as you came.

His grip was tight around you as you shook. Eyes shutting again and legs quivering, you basked in the bliss for who knows how long. Soon you felt the call of sleep and you settled in his arms, his magic rolling over you and the bed. 

“I love you” you spoke out, voice hoarse and weak as he pulled you off his cock and tucked you into bed. He soon settled next to you, laying a delicate kiss on your forehead. 

“I love you too (Y/n),”

[xinnosinn]

꒦꒷♡ Sultry Tension ♡꒷꒦

❥ Author's Notes:: This is the long awaited Mahito x you. :3 A steamy insatiable Mahito mounted upon you.

❥ Content Tags/Warnings:: mahito masaki, nsfw, rescue, hardcore, caregiver mahito, lustful mahitoo, steamy, sensual, violent, old habits never die

❥ Master List Category:: Musclebound -> Mahito is hella ripped but smol :3.

❥ Word Count:: 1,089

As you lay upon Mahito's brawn chest you were jostled by his unconscious movements. His hips bucked slightly against you which stirred a lust within.

Mahito shifts his position, inadvertently causing you to slide down slightly, the fabric of your shirt riding up to reveal more of your nakedness from beneath.

With your breast pressed against his body, you begin to gently grind atop him with your bare slobbering pussy. Your face is right next to his, as you contemplate a tantalizing kiss.

Quickening breaths, anticipation rising within you as his hand lands upon your supple ass. His grip is gentle as he pulls you back atop him.

In a whisper, you utter his name, "Mahito…" The air crackles with tension, his hands tightening their grip on you, anchoring your body to his, spreading your holes slowly.

With bated breath he slowly begins to open his eyes, unsheathing a gaze that pierced through your being, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Staring into his eyes felt like staring down the barrel of a loaded gun, he was capable of unspeakable things, but in his hands you would melt, surrendering to the very allure that entranced you.

"What… is it?" His voice dragged with a hint of an awakening yearning. As a surge of heat washed over him, sensations became heightened as his phallus began to swell and throb.

Mahito's tongue lazily slops out of his mouth in bewilderment, inviting you into a sloppy kiss. Without hesitation you pressed your lips against his, licking upon his tongue all before choking it down your throat as you grind atop his bulge earnestly.

Just then, tainted thoughts of lewdity began to cloud Mahito's mind, he's torn between the inclination to remain gentle with you, the urge to pull away from you, and the animalistic need to ravage you relentlessly.

Slowly you pull Mahito's sweatpants down, revealing his thick leaking cock that eagerly throbbed with desire, slapping against your drolling slit.

As his member pulsed with a will of its own, you proceeded to press your moist pussy against him, feeling his body respond eagerly to your touch, his breath hitched.

Unable to tame his hands, his fingers sought out the entrance to your insides, sensually stretching your tight hole in anticipation of his length and girth.

"M-Mahito-…" You whimper as you cling to his body, surrendering to his will.

The feeling of his thick fingers slowly sliding into your twitching, wet warmth, tantalizingly teased you as they plunged deeper.

A sly grin upon his face as he indulged in your body, knowing he had you wrapped around his fingers. How could you remain in control with this man playing in your guts?

Each sensation elicited from you a series of desperate pants and gasps as your nails dug into his skin, adding pain to the pleasure.

With each thrust of his hand, your slick walls seemed to envelop his fingers, pulling them deeper inside as you teeter on the edge of orgasm.

In a single moment you utter, "Mahito, w-wait." Before swiftly pulling away from his hand, gliding his throbbing cock into your tight slit with a deliberate motion.

Mahito’s hands gripped around your thighs tightly as he’s suddenly met with an onslaught of sensation.

Your mouth hung open in a silent gasp as you felt his thick girth steadily stretch the tight entrance of your insides.

Although overwhelmed with the intensity you find the strength to ride Mahito with rhythmic vigor, his tip kissing against your cervix, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"F-fuck~!!" As this pleasure heightens, Mahito's control begins to falter, his grip releasing from your body in an effort to evade causing you harm.

His whimpers become louder and drawn out, his face reflecting your sloppy expression as his tongue swings from his drool-ridden mouth.

Your body experiences a fullness like never before. Mahito, momentarily still, caught his breath, the intensity of the moment lingering in the air.

"Tell me- is it too much?" He asks as you fall silent, convulsing as you reach the peak.

With the remainder of your strength, you utter to him, "J-just kiss me."

With a renewed sense of earnestness, you eagerly take Mahito's tongue into your throat again, feeling a shockwave run through your body from your lips, down your throat, all the way to your twitching hole that’s wrapped around his thrusting phallus.

The heightening feel of skin-to-skin consumed both of you in a symphony of longing and pleasure.

Sudden impatience, Mahito swiftly flips you onto your back, his movements and intentions feral. With a firm hand on your waist, he begins to thrust deeply, each movement stretching your insides to their limits.

The imprint of his cock pressed against your stomach, the squelch and slaps of his cock into your pussy were followed by strings of love juices as your pussy leaked.

To think you surrendered willingly to a man you had only just met, all because he had saved you. The undeniable allure of your own perversion mangled your mind.

But in this fleeting moment, beneath him, a pillar of muscles, a madman in the psyche, you'd let him do anything to you.

Mahito braced himself, a look of intensity on his face as he released his steamy long-withheld seed deep into your womb. The connection between you and him intensified as you both reached the climax.

As your body went limp from the overwhelming waves of his semen leaking from your guts, you held onto him tightly.

“Are you alright?” Mahito looked into your eyes, a flicker of concern within his gaze.

“Yes-… I’m okay.” You smile sweetly, lending him a kiss of appreciation.

With a sense of finality, he slowly pulls his cock from your quivering insides, followed by an abrupt flow of his warm seed.

"Dammit, looks like it's another shower." Mahito sighs.

“Together… This time.” Your eyes filled with residual desire, he gently carried you, a mix of tenderness and exhaustion evident in his gesture.

“And- thank you, Mahito." You whispered, your face flushed as you hid it from view.

"…Acting shy after what we just did… unbelievable." He remarked, turning his head with a hint of fluster evident in his expression as well.

As the night drew to a close, following a relaxing shower, Mahito and you lay entwined in each other's arms. Blanketed by a sense of satisfaction and contentment.

Mahito’s mind has gone silent, no longer tormented by the sins of his past as he’s found solace in your presence.

❥ Ending Notes:: I mayyyyyyyy… do more Mahito content... he has potential to be a dom instead of a sub tbh... //w//)

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[tigressaofkanjis]

[cjsarchive]

Can you write a fic (or headcanon if you prefer) about the boys helping a sick MC? Or an MC who's on her period? Love your work by the way

Thank you for the compliment!:D Hope you enjoy!

Fever-Incubi x Mika

(Platonic:3)

Cw: Vomit

Mika laid in bed blankly staring at the wall. She grabbed her phone and checked the time, 4:37am. She sighed and immediately set the phone back down as the light irritated her already throbbing head. Why can’t I sleep?! She thought. Groaning, Mika kicked the blanket off of her as she was sweating quite profusely. But as soon as she took the blanket off, she started to shiver as she felt cold. This is awful. She was dog tired yet couldn’t sleep at all. Suddenly, Mika got a nauseous feeling in her stomach. She adjusted her position to lay on her back, hoping that would keep it down. But she couldn’t help as she quickly got up, rushed to the bathroom, and vomited. Mika hadn’t eaten much, so it was mostly dry heaving above the toilet. She sighed as she sunk down to lay on the bathroom floor, her head against the cold tile sort of helping with the throbbing. Mika knew she had to get up eventually, but her body felt limp. Her eyes slowly drifted shut and she finally found sleep.

Later that morning, the boys were in the dining room. James and Matthew were setting the table with breakfast as Sam, Erik, and Damien sat at the table waiting. James set down the final plate and they noticed Mika still wasn’t downstairs.

“Huh,” Matthew stated, “Mika’s still not up yet?”

“Hmm. She’s usually up before Sam at least.” Damien stated and, while Sam didn’t want to, he couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

James checked the time on his watch, 10:06, “Perhaps we should go check on her.”

“Maybe she just wants to sleep in today,” Erik chimed in, “It is the weekend after all.”

“Her breakfast’s just gonna have to be cold then.” Sam said matter of factly.

“I don’t know, maybe we should wait for her a bit longer.” Matthew said, but Sam had already started digging into his food. James rolled his eyes at him.

The boys had all finished eating and Mika still wasn’t downstairs. “She never usually sleeps this late.” James said started to get a bit concerned.

“Relax, James. I’ll go wake her up.” Sam grunted as he stood up and made his way up to her room. When he got outside her door, he knocked a couple times. “Time to get up, doofus!” He waited about 30 seconds before he knocked again. Still no answer. Sam opened the door and let himself in, “Geez. doofus. You never-“ He froze when he didn’t see Mika in the bed. He proceeded to take a look around the room, “Mika?” He stepped further in and looked towards the master bathroom and saw Mika on the floor. “Mika?!” He quickly rushed over to her, “What the hell?” He hesitated for a bit trying to think of what to do.

Soon the rest of the incubi rushed in, Damien in front, “What happened?!” He panicked.

“I don’t know!” Sam exclaimed, “I walked in and she was on the floor.” Jame made his way towards Mika. Sam stepped back and let James examine her.

“Well she’s still breathing.” He said letting out a sigh of relief. He proceeded to gently shake her, “Miss? Miss wake up.” Mika slowly opened her eyes and winced at the pain in her head and the pain that’s now in her body from sleeping on the floor, “Miss, are you okay?”

“Why are you on the floor?” Erik asked her.

“She’s sweating a lot.” Matthew piped in. Mika began to shiver from the cold as she tried to speak.

“I- I-“ She retched and went on to vomit again. James quickly went to hold her hair out of her face.

“Holy shit.” Sam remarked.

James put a hand on her arm, “You’re extremely warm, Miss.”

“I t-think I have a fever.” Mika managed to get out.

“A fever?” Matthew asked, confused.

“We’ll look into it, Miss. For now, let’s get you off the bathroom floor.” James scooped Mika into his arms,

“Sam, can you go get a bag in case she has to vomit again?” Sam nodded and in a blink of an eye, he now held a garbage bag in his hands. James gently set Mika down into bed and she quickly pulled the blanket over her. “But Miss, you’re already very warm. Shouldn’t you try to cool down?”

“I’m cold.” Mika said, almost pulling the blanket over her head. James furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“Sam, Damien, can you two stay here with her? Erik and Matthew, can you two come with me to figure out what’s going on with her?” Everyone nodded at Jame’s command before doing what they needed to do.

James sat at the chair in the study as Erik and Matthew stood behind him. James typed fever into the google search bar. He clicked on the first website that popped up and read the symptoms list out loud.

“Well, that definitely seems like what she has.” Erik sighed.

“At least we know she’s not dying or anything.” Matthew chuckled nervously. James continued to look through multiple sources to confirm the information was resourceful.

“Alright, all these sources say that she needs rest, water, to stay cool, and something called ibuprofen. She as well needs to have something in her system when she takes it. We should try to get her to eat.”

“But I thought it said people with fevers won’t have an appetite?” Matthew questioned, “Human sickness is weird.”

Erik read the website on the screen, “It says here the best thing to eat is chicken soup. That will also keep her hydrated.”

“I can go make her the soup!” Matthew offered and quickly rushed off to the kitchen.

Sam continued to hold the bag for Mika whenever she dry heaved as Damien rubbed her back in gentle circles.

“So, what the hell is going on with her?” Sam asked worriedly to James and Erik as they walked back into the room.

“She’s contracted a human illness. A fever. She’ll be fine, apparently it’s quite common.”

“Princess,” Erik started, “Do you have this medicine called ibuprofen?”

“Yeah, it's in the medicine cabinet above my sink.” Mika pointed to the bathroom. Erik nodded and went to find the medicine as James went into her closet and fetched a lighter blanket, bringing it back into her room.

“Now Miss, I know you’re cold, but all the sources I discovered say you need to stay cool, as I suspected.” Mika groaned as James traded out the heavy blanket for the lighter one. Erik came out of the bathroom and set the ibuprofen down on the nightstand. Matthew came in with a bowl of soup and a bottle of water and set them down next to the ibuprofen.

“Mika, can I help you sit up? You need to eat.” Damien asked. Mika nodded and Damien gently helped her sit up and adjusted her pillows behind her.

“Here, I can feed it to you,” Matthew suggested.

“Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” Sam asked, wanting to be helpful.

“No thanks, my head still hurts.” Mika muttered.

“Well, is there anything else you need?” Damien asked.

“Yeah, anything you need, we’re on it!” Matthew chimed in. Mika couldn’t help but smile. She had obviously had fevers before and knew how to treat herself, but the fact that the incubi found out something was wrong and rushed to help her made her get a warm fuzzy feeling in her heart.

“Then can someone rub my feet?” She said, trying to joke. But Erik without a second thought went down to the foot of the bed and lifted the blanket off her feet.

“Whatever my princess desires.” He smirked playfully. Mika laughed. She got used to Erik’s playful flirting and it always managed to brighten her mood.

Matthew fed Mika the soup slowly while Erik rubbed her feet, Damien stayed close to her side and provided cuddles, James made sure the room stayed cool, and Sam sat close by trying to joke and keep her mood happier.

“Do you feel you’ve had enough soup to take the medicine?” Matthew asked, “I could always heat it back up for you if you want to eat it later.”

“Yeah, I’ll take the ibuprofen.” Mika took the recommended amount of medicine and drank small amounts of water.

“Alright, now you need more rest.” Damien readjusted the pillows and softly laid Mika back down. James went into the bathroom and came back with a cold wet rag. He laid it on Mika’s forehead.

Erik laid the blanket back over her feet and stood up, “Call us if you need anything, Princess.” Everyone got up and prepared to leave.

“Wait, guys,” Mika said, making them bring their full attention to her, “I just wanna say thank you. I already feel better thanks to you. I love you guys.” Each of their faces in unison went a slight pink. They all gave soft smiles while Sam looked away slightly.

“No problem, Miss. Now get some rest.” James said softly before they all left except for Sam who held back for a bit.

“Hey, uh. Sorry about what you’re going through. And um, sorry for not being very helpful.”

Mika smiled at him, “Sam, I can promise you that you being here with me made me feel a lot better. You’re awesome.” Sam’s blushed intensified as he grinned his toothy grin and chuckled a bit.

“Thanks. Feel better.” Sam then followed his brothers out the room. Mika got comfortable and relaxed. The smile stayed on her face as she drifted off to sleep.

[1lovesickfangirl1]

Chocolate Syrup

Matthew x Reader

You and Matthew had the weekend off from designing toys for the Anderson Toy Company. The two of you have been hard at work the past week, so to celebrate you decided to binge watch a show that's been on both of your radars. The show was set up in your room, you guys were just grabbing some popcorn and ice cream to eat while watching.

"Do you want some chocolate syrup with your ice cream?" you asked Matthew.

"Heck yeah I do!" he thanked you for the offer.

Grabbing the syrup from you, he struggled to squeeze and shake the remaining syrup out of the almost empty bottle. He eventually got some out, but it splattered everywhere, including on your arm.

"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry about that let me clean that off for you," he says with a light blush on his face.

"It's nothing to worry about Matthew it's just some chocolate," you assure him with a laugh while grabbing some tissues, but as you look back at your arm you see an unexpected sight.

Matthew had lifted your arm toward his face. He maintained a seductive look while looking into your curious gaze. Sticking his tongue out, he slowly licked the chocolate off of your arm. You could feel his warm breath on your skin, his blue eyes pulled you in. This scene unfolding in front of you had your mind running wild with sexual desire. Matthew is so sweet most of the time, but there are moments where he likes to remind you that there's more to him than just his childish side. He loves making you melt at unpredictable times, this definitely being one of them.

After he was done cleaning you off, he kisses your cheek and smiles.

"Do you want to start watching the show?"

[azumasoroshi]

oh of course izaya is an oscar wilde fan. he would definitely use this as his bio for his private discord/twitter account

pulls out the importance of being earnest and the picture of dorian gray. time to analyze these from the psychological/literary perspective of izaya lets go baby (he has his own category)

edit check tags and rbs for some actual analysis stuff lmAOo

[mikagemessages]

First Fanfic in the making and its of a jealous James •̀ᴗ•́ ! here's a sneak peek at my idea board and beginning's! ~MikageMessage 2023 Oct 6❀

[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

Her 'Near Death' Experience

Platonic Reader X Incubi

So, my charger just caught on fire like two hours ago. Thus, this fic was born.

Mika laid on the couch, her head on Damien’s lap as he gently played with her hair. Erik sat on the other end of the couch, giving her a foot massage, and Sam sat on the floor as Mika idly combed through his hair, using her free hand to scroll on TikTok. James and Matthew were preparing snacks for their movie night, and the others had decided to just relax as they waited.

Finally, James and Matthew joined the group, setting the food, which ranged from popcorn to candy to cheesecake, on the large coffee table. Mika looked at the charge on her phone, which read 23 percent, and sat up. “I’m gonna go plug my phone up, I’ll be quick.”

Sam rolled his eyes, silently mourning the feeling of her fingers against his scalp. “Hurry, doofus. I wanna watch this movie.”

Mika nodded before rushing up the stairs and walking in her room. She walked over towards the outlet near her bed, quickly finding her charger. It was pretty worn out, some of the wires visible, and she was definitely due to buy a new one. I’ll buy one later this week.

However, as Mika went to pick it up from her floor, the sudden popping sound and flames made her fall backwards and shriek. “AOMARIS, IZROUL, ZECEARU, RAESTRAO, UZAERIS”

With each summoning, the bright white light and gust of wind that would occur with a summoning became a few seconds longer before finally dying out. The incubi all stared at the odd sight they’d been called to, and Mika, who was sitting against the furthest wall, looking almost deathly pale. 

James was the first to speak, walking towards Mika as she seemed to have a moment of realization. “Miss, is everything alright?”

Mika began to remember what’d happened, and before she could defend her impromptu summoning of the boys, Damien began to chuckle quietly, making Mika glare at him in disbelief. “Don’t laugh at me, I thought I was gonna die!” She said, quickly standing up.

Damien cleared his throat and stopped laughing but became hysterical as Matthew gasped in horror. “DIE?”

Erik chuckled slightly, walking towards her and gently bringing her knuckles to his lips. “Now Princess, you know we’d protect you from anything.”

Sam began to grow impatient, just wanting to watch the damn movie. “Doofus, what the hell did you call us for? And what’s that smell?” He asked, making the others notice the slight burning smell in the air.

Mika began to glare at the floor, as if it were the cause of her predicament. “My charger just sparked, and I thought it had caught on fire.” she mumbled, and James cleared his throat, obviously amused.

He walked over to the charger, which had completely snapped, and lifted the two pieces up to show the others. “You mean, this charger?”

As Mika looked at the state of her charger, her jaw dropped. “How does that even happen?” Matthew asked, laughing in disbelief.

Erik raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Princess, if I may. I believe we’d discussed you needing a new charger soon. Would-” He was cut off by his own giggles. “Would this be the charger in question?”

Mika began to laugh, holding her hand over her mouth as she tried to take in everything that happened. It wasn’t long before all of the incubi were laughing as well. Sam, Mika and Matthew ended up curling over themselves on the floor while Erik, James and Damien were standing, trying to hold themselves upright. Eventually the group calmed down and went to watch the movie. The rest of the night was perfect, even with the constant teasing and jokes about Mika’s ‘near death’ experience.

[jhilsara]

Please keep posting more!! I'm loving it so far <3

Can I ask why Erik doesn't use Princess as MCs petname anymore?

Hello! I'm back with another part! 4?

But I don't have Erik use Princess strictly just because I personally don't like it and it kinda nauseates me to write it. I'm not gonna yuck your yum, but it just isn't for me, I can do any other pet name but Princess just gives me the ick for some reason.

~Beach Episode~

It’s finally summer and summer means vacation.

Two weeks into June and MC is itching to do something. LIZARD TIME

She’s been lounging in the sun in the backyard reading and Erik is tanning next to her.

Matthews in the grass holding a portable fan on his face and Damien’s sitting in a chair with a big sunhat listening to the audiobook of the same book as MC for their little summer book club

James was inside making a light lunch and Sam was just coming home from working out.

“Oh, I see we’re all outside today and no one invited me?” Sam “You were working out. MC mentioned sun bathing and that was all I needed.” Erik “Except its hot as balls out here!” Matthew whines. “I wish we had a pool!” “The beach could be nice.” Damien “Oh my god I haven’t been to the beach in ages!” MC jolts up in excitement. Sam laughs and ruffles her hair. “Calm down no one said we’re going.” MC pouts. “Who said we’re going somewhere?” James “Damien suggested we go to the beach.” Erik “…why not? We could go next week.” James “Seriously?” Sam James shrugs, “I don’t really want to sit in a week-long meeting with her dad glaring holes into my head. Pushing back the meeting will also just piss him off so this is a win for me.” “So…. The beach?” MC “Why not? I’ll get the flight scheduled for us. We can leave Sunday.” James “Finally, a vacation!” Erik

They get on a short flight to end up in Savannah GA and Tybee Island.

They get a connecting room with 4 beds in total. MC sleeps in her own and Sam too…mostly cause he’s a bed hog and will kill anyone but Damien.

It takes the group very little time to throw their things down in the hotel before running to the beach.

James goes to spend his first day looking for sharks teeth.

Erik is sunbathing and listening to his own music.

Matthew and Sam are swimming together and probably trying to drown each other.

Damien is sitting next to Erik listening to an audio book and drawing in the sand.

MC starts by sunbathing with Erik and Damien

She’s laying on her stomach, sunglasses on, and stretching over her towel. “It’s so nice out today!” MC “Perfect weather for a vacation. I’m already looking at restaurants with patios for this evening.” “Damien can you hand me a seltzer?” The cooler hidden under the umbrella is filled with alcohol. Damien grabs one to hand to her. “Make sure you eat with those. The sun’s hot today you’ll get dehydrated.” Damien mentions. “I’ll be fine I brought sandwiches in there too!” MC

After baking in the sun and 3 seltzers and 2 mini sandwiches she’s dozing off on her towel.

Until water starts dripping on her face.

She looks up and sees Sam hovering over her, dripping the ocean all over her.

He’s smiling at her and shakes his soaking wet hair like a dog, all of it landing on her. “Ew! Sam gross! I was almost asleep!” She sits up and swats at his legs. He just laughs and sits next her, making her scoot over on her towel to make room. “Did you not bring your own towel out here?” MC He’s pressing his wet body against her and reaching past her to grab a seltzer and a sandwich. Her face is tomato red. “Yea but you’re already here and sharing is caring or whatever.” Sam “Well you’ve now soaked my towel.” She says irritated trying to hide her blush. Sam inhales his sandwich, “Perfect, so you can get in the water now.” He gives her a toothy grin. She rolls her eyes playfully but agrees. “Only if you help me reapply sunscreen to my back I can’t reach.” She reaches back to grab her bottle and Sam’s face blushes. “Uh yeah. Totally. Can do that, yup.” Sam She reapplies her sunscreen and waits for Sam to finish his drink. She sits still and waits for Sam’s hands on her back. Sam gently massages the sunscreen on her back and actively is avoiding the intense stare he is getting from Erik. Erik and Damien are just like… mmhmm definitely no sexual tension with these two idiots

Matthew, Sam, and MC are in the ocean and actively attacking each other with salt water.

Matthew’s trying to jump Sam to throw him in the water, but Sam just tosses his over.

Sam captures MC by the waist and pulls her further into the water with him.

“Sam! I don’t wanna go that deep!” She tries to wiggle out but he keeps her locked in. “It’s fine I won’t let you go promise! Just want some distance from Matthew he won’t swim this far out.” Sam “Fine but let me at least hold on to your neck, I feel unstable.” MC Sam easily adjusts her, she’s facing him now, arms locked firmly around his neck and he’s holding onto her waist with one and under the crook of her knee in another. “Is this, uh better.” The playful nature has left and they both are flushing. “Yeah… uh” she swallows hard, “This is better.” They have stopped moving out deeper and Sam keeps them afloat as they drift with the waves. “You guys are too far out and Erik’s stressing out! Get back over here!” Matthew is yelling at them but also getting hit by the wake. Sam groans and throws his head back in irritation, “We’re coming!” he shouts back. “Jesus, can’t get a second of peace around here…” he mutters. She’s chuckling and shoves her face in his neck. “Not really no.”  Back on the beach Erik lectures her and Sam but they’re barely listening. They are laid out on their towels catching their breath. James finally comes back to the group with a container containing a few sharks teeth. He looks like he’s happy so probably a success. “Back to the hotel to clean up then dinner?” James suggests to them. “Yes please!”

Between 6 people and 2 bathrooms they all take turns to get ready. But it is a race to see who gets to shower first.

The restaurant they pick is chill, fresh seafood, and an amazing patio. She is sitting in the sun and her sundress gently floats in the wind.

Everyone talks about their great day and what the plans are for tomorrow. 

They’re only staying for 3 days but they are ready to fill it with activities.

Mc, Erik, and Damien plan to go to some of the strip outlets and shop most of the morning/early afternoon the next day.

Then her afternoon MC is making everyone play a family game of cheesy beach mini golf.

To say they were competitive was an understatement. They were FOUL

James is actively keeping score, but also actively trying to knock others balls away from the hole. Erik is the only one playing fair and just trying to get this over with. Sam will hit the ball way too hard and has broken two different objects on the holes. He also is constantly accusing James or Matthew of cheating. Matthew is either trying to ruin Sam’s game or he’s just obnoxiously good at getting a hole in one. Damien is also way too invested and definitely ruining everyone’s game by blurting out whatever strategy they think of.

MC is just trying to win by pinning them against each other, but also actively going before Sam and bending over just enough to peak her ass out of her skirt. Damien at least doesn’t blurt out her plan there. But every time he is actively giving her a look of disappointment.

She feels a least a little shame when he does make eye contact with her.

The last day on the beach they all go back to the ocean to basically rinse and repeat their events of the day prior.

MC does start her day planning on getting day drunk though.

By mid afternoon Sam comes back from the water and he does sit on his own towel this time. He sits next her and leans back on his hands soaking up the sun.

MC is 5 drinks in and feeling t i p s y

It’s only her and Sam by the group’s belongings. Matthew and Erik and trying to teach Damien how to swim and James is halfway across the beach hunting for sharks’ teeth.

She readjusts after Sam sits down. She flips over onto her stomach and uses her arms as a pillow and lays on Sam’s legs.

“Comfortable?” Sam jokes MC just mumbles in agreement getting herself comfortable. “Hey doofus, I’m talking to you.” Sam She smacks his leg lightly. “I hear you. I’m just resting my eyes.” Sam pushes her hair out of her face and looks at their trash bag seeing the cans. He laughs and looks down at her, “Are you drunk?” he asks her. “Nooooo, I’m just a little tipsy Sam. I’m fine, I just need a nap.” She keeps her eyes closed as she snuggles closer to him. Sam raises a brow and pats her head. He looks up and sees Erik coming back to them. “Yea well you’re gonna take a nap inside.” Sam “But you’re so comfortable!” She whines. “Yea but you’ll be comfier inside, on a bed.” Sam chuckles standing up and easily helps MC up to carry her back to the hotel. He puts her on his back and she easily wraps her arms around his neck. He hoists her up and hooks his arms under her legs “Only if you nap with me like last time.” She mumbles. Sam rolls his eyes, “I’ll shower first and if you’re still awake I’ll lay with you alright?” “No. You’re just gonna trick me into passing out in the bed without you.” She pouts. “Caught me red handed.” Sam smirks “Please Aomaris.” She whispers into his back. A chill runs down his back and his grip tightens a little. “Yea.” He swallows hard his mouth dry, “I’ll lay with you for a bit.” “Yay!” She nestles more into his neck making his heart race. “Yea, yea, you win.” He mumbles red in the face. Sam drops her onto the bed and she bounces softly and giggles to herself. He rolls his eyes but is smiling at her joy. He turns and sees her smiling broadly up at him. It’s like the sun with how bright she is. She makes grippy hands at him. He laughs, “What are you, 5?”  She pouts but continues, “Just get in the bed already I’m tired.” He listens and nudges her over as he gets in.  “You’re so pushy!” She doesn’t respond and just throws her arms over him, wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer to her. Se rests her head in the crook if his neck. Sam goes rigid and doesn’t move at all. They’re still in their swimsuits and her breasts are wrapped in a bikini pushing against his chest. She peeps one eye open to look at him, his brain clearly trying to catch up. She sighs. “Sam you can hold me you know?” He chokes for a second before responding, “Uh yeah, just uh, didn’t want you to think I was being handsy cause you’re drunk.” She moves herself back to look him in the eye, “I’m not drunk, and any buzz I had you just ruined. Sam, I’m asking you to lay in the bed with me and hold me. Okay?” Sam almost chokes on his own spit. He’s blushing. “Yea, uh yea. Got it.” He hesitantly wraps his arms around her waist. She settles back down and gets comfortable. Her eyes shoot open before she can actually try to nap, her heart beating a mile a minute. “Unless you don’t want to and I’m totally forcing you to do this, oh my god.” She lets go of him and uses her hands to cover her face from embarrassment hiding in his chest. He starts laughing loudly. Sam grabs her and rolls them over so he’s flat on his back and she’s laying directly on top of him. He grabs her hands and moves them down from her face. He’s smiling at her and still laughing, “MC, I’m good. I want to hold you, I’m nervous I wasn’t expecting you to just throw yourself at me.” Her face goes tomato red. He’s still holding her hands so she can’t move them to hide her face in embarrassment. “I did not throw myself at you!” Her voice pitches in response. “I’m teasing you, calm down.” He’s laughing still. “Saaaaaaaaam!” she groans in irritation. “Calm down doofus,” he pulls her hands up to his lips and kisses them. “let’s just take a nap now alright?” Her face is still burning hot but he lets go of her hands and flips them onto their sides and throws the blanket over them. He grabs her waist and pulls her into him. She sighs and readjusts wrapping her arms around his waist and settling herself under his head. “You’re such a dick.” She mumbles into his chest. She feels him chuckle and tighten his grip and kisses the top of her head. “You like it.”

They sleep until everyone else comes back in from the beach and its Matthew that wakes them up. Well more like his very noisy presence wakes them.

When he comes in he throws his stuff down and starts talking loudly, he doesn’t even notice the two sharing a bed, or that they’re very asleep.

When he does notice he gets l o u d e r. Making all of the brother notice.

Sam throws a pillow hitting him square in the head.

They end their vacation having a nice dinner at one of the nicest restaurants.

Sam and MC sit across from each other almost in their own world the whole night.

They go home the next morning and things between MC and Sam and definitely different.

That was the beach mini episode that I added in. Diana comes in the next part but I also reworked a lot of that and slide into the second game pretty quickly. There's more notes so just let me know! This does make me wanna sit down and actually write more. I need to finish parts of the notes/draft though... I'm not positive what I'm doing with the second game completely yet.

[notmine213]

Wait for your love (Ch. 2)

You make me think I'm crazy

K accidentally gives Aron an idea.

Chapter title from more than friends by Isabel LaRosa

Trigger warning- Kissing

I should just tell you to leave cause I

Know exactly where it leads, but I

watch us go round and round each time

Style (Taylors version)- Taylor Swift

A few weeks later

Aron stood behind the counter at the pink lady cafe, looking at the time. It was almost time to close, and it was completely empty other than her and K. It had been about two weeks since she started working there, and she enjoyed it for the most part. It paid nice, she got one free drink a day, and it wasn’t overly busy. 

However, the calmness also bothered her. It gave her too much time to think about her complicated relationship with Sam, and the interaction they had the night before.

Aron laid in bed, absentmindedly fidgeting with her blanket. She wore a t-shirt and large sweatpants, her hair tied into a messy bun. Music played faintly from her phone, which was on her nightstand.

Her mind wandered to Sam. He had been avoiding her all day, going out of his way to leave the room when she entered and hardly speaking to her. She could tell he was trying to be subtle about it, but the distance between them was noticeable from a mile away. Even the others had noticed it, some mentioning it to her in conversation.

She honestly had no clue what she’d done to make him upset, but it was starting to piss her off. She hated the silent treatment more than anything. It reminded her of her grandmother, who would ignore her for months at a time. She’d rather be punched in the gut then be ignored.

She sat up when she heard a knock on the door. “Come in!” she called.

Sam walked in, his gaze averted. He closed the door behind him. “Hey,” he said, his tone awkward.

Aron gave him a small smile. “Sup?”

“Um…” he hesitated. He walked by her bed. “Can I sit down?”

She nodded and scooted over to give him room. He sat down, finally meeting her eyes as he spoke. “I’m sorry.”

Aron blinked. “You’re sorry?” 

He nodded, frowning slightly. “Yeah, for avoiding you and stuff.”

Aron nodded slowly, wrapping her arms around herself. “Okay…why were you ignoring me in the first place?” she asked, her tone agitated. 

He didn’t speak for a moment, and Aron was nervous about what the answer would be. Eventually he sighed and spoke, looking down at his hands.

“I needed energy, and I didn’t want you to think you had to give me any,” he admitted.

Aron furrowed her eyebrows, turning so she was facing him completely. “Why would I think I had to give you any? That doesn’t even make sense.”

“I dunno! Damien said that you feel like you owe us, or whatever, and he said you may give us your energy because of that. Especially after what happened when we met, or on the roof.” he said, still staring down.

She frowned. “Okay, well, do you not want my energy?”

He almost didn’t answer. “I don’t want you to offer it because you think you owe us or some bullshit like that.”

“I mean, I guess I feel like that, but even if I didn’t, I don’t mind giving you some.” she said. “Not only that, but if I offered and you said ‘no I’d rather get it from somewhere else’, I’m not gonna get upset.” she explained. 

He sighed. “Yeah, I didn’t really think about it.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I can tell.”

He gave her a look, and she just giggled. “So, you’re good now, right?”

He paused, his shoulders tensing. “I’ll be okay.”

She looked at him. “I really don’t mind giving you energy, Sam. Like I said, if you don’t want it, that’s fine. But if you do, just say it.”

Sam relaxed and nodded. His eyes began to glow a deep gold, followed by a wave of warmth and desire rushing through Aron’s body. He lifted a hand to her face. “Push me if it’s too much.”

Once she nodded, he pulled her face to his, their lips slotting together easily, naturally. Aron could feel her energy being pulled from her lips, which was weirdly pleasurable. As the kiss deepened, Sam led Aron to lay down, him on top of her. One of his hands rested on her waist, lighting her nerves on fire, and it felt so good. She never wanted it to stop.

“Aron?” K’s voice broke her out of the memory. She jumped slightly and gasped, turning to face K. 

She frowned at her. “You alright?”

Aron nodded, rubbing her arm uncomfortably. “Yeah, I’m good. Just something on my mind.”

K hummed. “It wouldn’t happen to be one of the boys, would it?” she asked teasingly.

She frowned, beginning to gather her stuff. “You’re my boss now, isn’t it inappropriate to talk about this stuff?” 

K giggled. “Nope, we closed a minute ago. Tell me everything. It’s James, isn’t it?”

Aron went wide eyed. “Oh my God, no!”

She laughed harder, much to Aron’s dismay. “Then tell me! Who’s the lucky incubus?”

Aron groaned, sitting on a stool. “Sam.” she admitted, blushing.

K squealed, sitting by her. “Oooh, okay. Tell me everything!”

She was blushing as she spoke. “We kissed last night, for energy.” she couldn't help the slight disappointment in her tone.

K hummed. “And you wanted it to be for more than that?”

Aron sighed, pouting slightly. "I don't know! It’s so complicated.” she shoved her face into her hands.

She placed a hand on Aron’s back. “So, you like him.”

“No.” 

K blinked. “No?”

“Nope.” she said again. 

She hummed again. “You seem really worked up over a guy you don’t like.”

Aron looked at her. “I know!” she exclaimed in agreement. “It doesn’t make any sense. Like, sure I have a crush on him, but this is weird!”

K stifled a laugh. “Sweetie, I think you do like him.”

She whined, putting her face in her hands again. “I know.”

“So, you do like him?”

“No.”

K sighed. “Did he say anything after you kissed?”

She shook her head. “Not really. I was pretty tired, so he just thanked me and told me goodnight.”

“Do you think he likes you?” she asked.

Aron snorted. “No. Demons can’t love, remember?”

K looked like she wanted to say something but sighed and stood up. “Look, I won't pressure you to say anything before you are sure, but you and I both know that a friends with benefits situation will never work.”

Aron seemed to have a lightbulb go off in her head. “Oh my god, K you just fixed everything!” she exclaimed excitedly.

She raised an eyebrow. “How? What are you gonna do?”

“We can be friends with benefits!” She beamed at K, who suddenly looked panicked. 

“No. No Aron, that is the opposite of what you should be thinking. Everyone who has been in a situationship knows they are bad,” she lectured. “I thought you didn’t even like him!”

Aron stood up. “I don’t know yet.”

K pressed her lips into a thin line. “What are you hoping to gain from this?”

“A relationship with Sam.” she said simply.

She furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her arms over her chest. “Elaborate, please.”

“Demons can’t love or feel romantic attraction.” Aron said again, as if K didn’t already know. “So, if it turns out that I don’t like him like that, and it is just some stupid crush, no one gets hurt when the situationship ends! I mean, he’d have to go to someone else for energy, but that’s it.” she explained as she packed up.

K groaned. “And if you do like him?” she prompted.

Aron shrugged, grabbing her bag. “I’ll figure it out. Thanks for the idea!” she called before rushing out of the exit.

K stared at the door with her jaw dropped. “Shit.”

Authors Note- Aron isn't thinking to clearly about the effects this choice is gonna have on her mental health, or the effects it will have on her and Sam. Don't be like Aron.

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