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speedybooksandcreativeheaven · 19 days

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I Hear a Symphony

Part 2

Summary: Here is the long waited part two to the original story of “I Hear a Symphony” I created three endings, one for each boy.

AN: I really hope you enjoy reading these as I had a lot of fun writing this for you guys!

James Ending

“Y/N, wait!” she heard someone call her name in a rushed tone.

That’s all she remembered as she ran until she couldn’t anymore. She ended up at her grandfather’s grave, at the local cemetery. She came here from time to time to talk to him. Even though he can’t respond back to her, it provided her comfort knowing that he is still watching her. Her feet were sore as she took off her shoes near the cemetery gatefall. She moves to sit on her knees in front of the stone. The glossy surface reflects as she can see her tear stained face and ruined makeup.

As soon as she started to run he shouted her name to get her attention but he could only watch her rushed footsteps. He knew that he shouldn’t have expressed his feelings, especially since Erik and Sam did the same. She was going through so much with her grandfather passing, James taking over the company that she was once given, and managing with the incubi living with her. She was overwhelmed, and adding romantic feelings on top didn’t help. He knew exactly where to find her as she had taken him to talk to Harold before. Hot on her heels he made his way towards the cemetery gate just outside of the factory to see her beautiful flat shoes ruined. He picked them up and continued on. Soon enough he sees her kneeling at the cold stone grave as he sighs with relief.

Her heart is still pounding in her chest as she sighs looking at her hands to envision James hands over top hers. She wondered where James was after her panic. She was so distracted by her thoughts about how she acted that she didn’t hear the footsteps approaching her.

“I knew you would be here.” James' smooth voice made the girl shiver as her orbs widened with embarrassment as James helped her stand up to meet his gaze. James looked at her once white dress to find it ruined with the weather, she met his gaze but quickly looked at his chest as her face was blushing.

James was lost in his thoughts that he noticed the girl wrap her arms around him as she buried her face in his expensive suit. He looked down to pull her in closer to warm her up from the cold north wind. After a comfortable silence and a couple of her tears wiped away he looked at her with concern. He didn’t feel cold as he noticed they were protected by the wind. They both looked at the grave in question as being buried underground couldn’t stop the warlock’s powerful demon magic.

“Y/N,” James lifted the girls face as she gazed into his whiskey coloured eyes, “I’m sorry for tonight Miss, I shouldn’t have expressed my feelings towards you during a stressful time.”

“James I-” she started but James made a shushing noise as he took off his black tuxedo jacket to wrap around the girls’ shoulders. Her hair wrapped around her face as she could feel the warmth and his perfume in the air.

“Love, I want you to know that my feelings for you are real. I deeply care about you,” James pulled her in closer to whisper, “Ever since you let me, and my brothers stay after the Malix attack. You are a wonderful and generous woman and I love you. I don’t expect an answer now as it’s been an eventful evening.” He deeply chuckles at her blushing.

James could feel the girls tears well up again as he pulls her in to comfort her but instead the girl reaches up on her tip toes as her hands go around his neck to give the confused incubi a kiss on the lips. He moaned at the contact he could feel her energy as his eyes were gold for a minute before snaping closed, as he picked her up, with her legs wrapped around his thighs and he gently placed her on top of the grave. Soon enough James felt her tongue on his lips asking as he quickly took control as it started to get hotter between kisses. His hands pulled her closer as they slowly ended the kiss. Looking back up at James with heavy breathing and blushing she looked at his white dress shirt while James was smiling back at her with his full demon form on display. His golden horns and markings made him feel powerful and protective of her. The kiss was enough to show her feelings, but she wanted to say it back.

“Raestrao.” At the sound of his real name the incubus looked down as his grip tightened around her waist while his eyes flicked gold.

“I love you as well.”

Sam Ending

“Y/N, wait!” she heard someone call her name in a concerned voice.

Sam was the first one to notice her fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. He wished that he could have seen it sooner, before she ran.

During the dance Sam couldn’t have noticed how worried she was, he thought that she was having a fun time while in his arms. His forest eyes sharpened after he shouted her name to get her to stop. He quickly turned around to follow her footsteps, but not before flipping off his oldest brothers. He stopped to see a framed photo of her with her grandfather. She looked so happy; he couldn’t believe that this gray-haired old man was the warlock Harold; who allowed him to come to the human world so that he could be with his brothers.

He finally found a door that led to the polished backyard, with a large dark wooden deck that included a wide staircase near the bottom. He walked outside and a large blast of cool air hit his face as his footsteps made no sound. He sees her now, his doofus sitting on the last step with her shoes off and her bare feet in the wet grass. He heard her sigh as she stared at the night sky hoping for a solution.

She placed her hands in a prayer, he overheard her whisper, “Grandfather , please guide me!”

Sam let out a sigh as he used his demon magic to let out a green chain. He used it to bound his magic to his suit jacket. He wanted to create a distraction for her so that he could pull off his plan.

She gasped at the sight of a suit jacket being carried by a green chain. It moved so gracefully and the familiar green glow provided comfort. She started to laugh as the arms swooped up around her.

“Oh! You want me to follow you?” She questioned as the jacket glowed bright green, as if it could answer her question.

She was really confused but she let the jacket led her though a small clearing near a forest to see a small dance floor made from grass with fairy lights around the large brown trees. She was led into a dance in her bare feet in the wet grass. It allowed her to forget about what was going on and just allowed her to let go. Sam creeped over to see her smiling and laughing as the jacket was copying his dance moves from before. His chest puffed up in pride as his plan was working. Soon enough the jacket spun her away in the dark while Sam got into position to take over as the wind playfully pulled her back right into his arms.

“Sam!” She squeaked in embarrassment while he let out a hearty laugh, “Was all this your doing?” She remarks as his forest green eyes confirm with sincerity.

“Yeah, I planned this little scheme,” he turned her as the moonlight was their spotlight, “ Matthew is not the only one who can create romantic moments, ya know?” He smirked.

But before he could continue he tripped over a tree trunk and the both of them tumbled down the hill. His arms quickly went around her to stabilize her as he took most of the damage. She found herself under Sam as he carefully placed his hands above her head as she was laughing before he could ask her if she was okay.

“Oi! What’s so funny doofus?” He barked at her.

“Oh, it’s just that I haven’t seen you so graceful in a while.” She sneers

“Hey! I’m graceful,” his green eyes locked on her, “that was just a one time thing.”

He rolled off her as they sat up at the bottom of the hill that was facing a small lake. He looked at the two of them to see grass stains on both of their outfits as he knew that Erik was going to be upset at his creations. He took off his jacket to throw it at her, in surprise she fumbled with it before she quickly covered her shoulders.

“Thank you Amories.” She whispers as their eyes caught as she could see the quick colour change.

“It’s no problem doofus, " he looked over to see her sigh in relief, “You need it more than me anyways.”

“Do you really have feelings for me?” She asked after a comfortable silence.

“Of course I do! You’re the first person to see through my tough exterior, I made a total ass of myself when we first met and I wanted to make it up to you ever since.” He got quiet as he continued, “but then I found out that James and Erik had feelings too and then I felt trapped. James is a perfect gentleman while Erik knows exactly how to swoon you and I just don’t have any of that.” He looks right into her shining orbs as she moves to get closer to the incubus, “I know what qualities I have and that I like to think that actions speak louder than words.”

She gasped as slowly their bodies started to get closer as he wraps one arm around her waist while the other one rests on her face as they kissed. She could feel no energy being taken as she could feel all the love and protection that Sam was pouring into her. Her hands wrapped around his neck allowing him to pull her closer as she is straddling him. They moved their lips in sync with the rhythm of their bodies as they both parted to breathe.

“Wow, that was amazing!” She giggled as Sam had a look of passion in his golden orbs, “ I love you Sam!”

Sam leaped in joy as he put his arm around her, “I promise to do everything I can to make you smile and laugh along with me. Forever.”

He kissed her on the cheek as he laid with her on the wet green grass enjoying the beautiful sunset that was over on the horizon.

Erik Ending

“Princess! Please come back!” Erik begged as he watched her run away.

He quickly pulled himself together to chase after her but before he could James and Sam stopped him from leaving by grabbing his wrists.

“James. Sam. Please let me go! I need to find her!” He pleaded with them.

“Erik, I have known you longer than anyone else and why would I let you chase after her when you are just going to use her.” Sam snarked back while James slowly nods. Agreeing with him.

“Because I actually have deep feelings for this woman! My mother did raise me to be the perfect incubi and worked at my charming skills but I was never truly happy back home! The amount of women I had to seduce was a chore and I hated myself after every incident! What was worse is that my mother encouraged these behaviours! We all had to do what we were told tosurvive that hell hole!!” Erik yelled as the brothers could see his spiritual energy rising with his rage.

He was able to push Sam's hand away from him as he walks over to where James and Sam were standing as he continues, “Now that I have found a beautiful, smart, and talented woman who is able to see who I truly am and you all want to get in my way!” Erik got really close to his eldest brother with an evil messed up grin.

“I would like to see you guys try.” He taunted them as he clenched his fists.

Now all of his brothers turned in shock to see that Erik was threatening them all. It has been true that back home he was nicknamed the ‘Sly one, second son of the demon lord’. Looking back they could never tell how Erik would feel after his sessions, nor did they ask. All of that pent up aggression that Erik held onto was not healthy and the brothers looked at each other in understanding. Since coming to the human world they have seen Erik in a brand new light. Ever since he met the women of the house he became more helpful and learned about the human customs instead of falling back on what he used to know.

They remember how she took them into her home dispute with her sister. She taught them, gave them all support, and within a couple months they turned into a family. A true family like Matthew would put it.

James turned to place his hand on Erik’s shoulder before letting out a sigh, “Erik, no one is here to fight you,” he begins as Erik cools down, “We all know that you have fought very hard to prove to yourself you are not who you used to be. We know that you deserve happiness and I want you to find her and tell her the truth.” He gave him a smile, “We know that we can trust you and you are a great man for her.”

Erik smiled at his brothers feeling the rage leaving his body “ Thank you guys! With all of my heart I love you.”

He adjusted his black tie before leaving, “Wish me luck!” He shouted as he left the room to find his princess.

Meanwhile the girl got tired of running and she was now wondering where the production line of the factory was. She remembers coming here as a child to see her grandfather who would allow her to create new toys for children to play with. All of his employees loved her enthusiasm and enjoyed her company.

She glanced up to see a large portrait of her grandfather, Harold in his most elaborate black and white suit. She smiled as she got closer to examine the artwork. All of a sudden the portrait started to move, like her grandfather was trying to tell her something. She let out a small scream as she quickly backed away terrified.

“As if my night can get any worse!” She snarked towards the portrait as it said nothing. She gave the portrait one last cold glare before walking away.

Erik was running down the hallway in desperation trying to find his princess when he heard a woman's scream. He stopped and listened to gasp as that was his princess scream. He pointed out the direction it came from and continued on with determination.

Soon enough Erik made it to the production line. He knew the area well from Matthew talking about working on the floor often at the dinner table. He walked around observing the large machines as he heard her wonderful voice again.

“As if my night can get any worse!”

Erik tried to pinpoint her location but he soon detected demon magic in the air. He could see that the warlock was following his princess. It reminded him of a ghost; with a teal glow outlined his body as he was in his human form. He quickly ran up the stairs to follow them.

She was finally in her grandfather's office. She would come here a lot when her father would drop her off. She slumped down in his large office chair and looked out the large window that was facing the lake.

She heard a noise around the office door that startled her. She took a deep breath before she quickly grabbed the nearest item which was a sharp pencil. The door opened and with a shout she then turned to stab the intruder, but she was met with her grandfather's ghost and the pencil right through him with no pain.

“Grandfather?” She shakly spoke. The ghost nodded as he quickly moved his hands on top of hers.

“ I heard your prayer and I came to help you.” It spoke just like he would she puzzled

She looked into his eyes to see his own green eyes staring back at her. Her eyes started to tear up as her grandfather held her as she cried.

“I miss you so much!” She hiccuped, “I knew you would come back.”

He smiled at her, “I never left.” He used his magic to show the brothers waiting in the ballroom, “ Now my dearest, why did you leave?” She took in the question to notice that Erik wasn’t present.

“Well,” she started, “ I was overwhelmed with your passing and with James running the company that you started I just needed to breathe as I didn’t know how you would feel about James taking over.”

“I see. I find that James is the perfect CEO for the company. He has charm, and the business skills. I feel pride that he threw this party for me.”

She looks at him with a questionable look, “You were there?”

“Of course I was! I needed to see my two grandchildren! Now I think the real reason you came up here was to run from Erik.”

“Erik? Now why would I hide from him?”

“It’s because you are scared to move on and be happy with him.” He told

“I’m not scared!” She challenged back.

“Oh,” he let out a laugh, “Uzaeris, I know that you are there. Come here.”

Her eyes went wide, “What! Erik is here! How?” She turned to face him but was met with purple eyes instead. Erik held her hands while she was in shock.

“Yes, princess, I followed you here.” He started, “Princess I’m so sorry to bring up my feelings tonight as you were clearly not ready to hear them. I think that your grandfather is right, since his passing you have been ignoring me and my brothers. I want to help you,” his hand moved a strand of hair behind her ear, “but you need to be ready and open to talk.”

She started to relax in his embrace, “Erik I,” she started but started to sob in his arms. He quickly rubbed her back as she cried about the loss. After a while Erik moved them to sit on the couch next to the desk.

“Do you feel better princess?” He questioned.

“Yes Erik. I feel better now. I think that I learned that it’s good to express my emotions and feelings.”

She moved to straddle his lap as Erik purred seductively. “Princess! What are you doing?”

“I’m finally not holding back anymore.” She smirked

“What do you-.” Erik couldn’t respond as she leaned in and kissed him.

He quickly recovered as his eyes snapped shut as his hands moved to her waist as hers went into his red locks. He took control and he could feel her energy as he used his tongue to swipe her mouth as she let his muscle explore her wet mouth. They were both painting as he slowed the kiss to allow her to breathe.

He opened his eyes to see his princess with a big smile and her flushed face. He smiled back at her.

“So princess, how was that?” He teased her as she blushed due to his boldness.

“I love you.” She whispered around the dark room while his violet eyes soothed her.

He kissed her again to show her that he loved her without using words. Erik could still feel the demon magic in the air as he went to kiss her neck. He took one look to see her grandfather looking at him with a nod of understanding.

His last words he worded to him was, “Please take care of my granddaughter, Uzaeris. I trust you.” Erik nodded back as he vanished away, leaving him and his princess in the room.

“Now my princess, let’s go home.”

She nodded as he gracefully picked her up bridal style. He puffed his chest with pride as he walked to meet the gang. She cuddled closer to his chest as she was falling asleep.

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cjsarchive · 28 days

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I like the insecure mc with sam fic you wrote, can you do a matthew one? like incorperating the fact he cooks a lot of sweets maybe.

Yep, hope you enjoy!<3

The Most Beautiful Girl-Matthew x Female Reader

I stared at myself in the mirror. Stared at my stomach, hips and thighs. I sucked in my stomach and turned to look at myself from the side. I definitely like how this looks. But when I let my stomach rest, I felt like crap. I need to stop obsessing over how I look. I look at myself in the mirror too much. But I couldn’t help but keep coming back to examine myself, my body, what I need to work on and fix. I sighed.

“Hey, you okay?” I turned towards the voice and saw Matthew was standing in the doorway to my bedroom.

“Oh, yeah I'm okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. I’m okay,” I forced a smile on my face, hoping to convince him. He didn’t look fully convinced, but he didn’t push any further.

“Alright, if you say so. Anyways, dinner’s done!” He grinned.

“Okay, coming!” I looked at myself in the mirror one more time. I didn’t have an appetite right now, but I followed Matthew downstairs anyway. I sat down across from him.

“I made your favorite dessert tonight too!”

“Thanks,” I wanted to smile, but I only felt worse. He was so sweet, but he didn’t know the thought of eating anything sweet right now made me nauseous. I tilted my head down, hiding my face, and began to eat.

I managed to scarf my food down, but I still couldn’t touch the dessert. Matthew must have noticed me simply staring at it, “Is everything okay? Are you tired of that? Cause I can make something else for dessert if you want!” He offered.

“Um, no it’s okay. I’m just full right now. I’ll eat it tomorrow.” I couldn’t read the expression on his face, it made me anxious.

“Alright, I’ll handle dishes and stuff tonight, okay?” He walked over to me and left a kiss on my forehead before taking the dishes to the kitchen. Ugh, why am I being so difficult?

I went back up to my bedroom. I look towards the mirror. I tried to stop myself. I need to stop looking in the mirror. But as I thought that, my feet were already making their way towards the mirror. I stared for a long time. I can’t keep being like this. I can’t keep being myself. I grabbed my phone and looked up dieting routines online. I was so focused on it that I didn’t notice Matthew had come in until I felt his arms wrap around my waist.

“I know I keep asking but are you sure you’re alright? You seemed kinda off at dinner.” He said softly. Before I could turn my phone off, he saw my search results on my phone. “You wanna start dieting?” He asked, confused. I hesitated. There was no point in lying to him now.

I sighed, “Yes. I want to lose weight.”

“Why?”

The words slipped out before I could catch them, “Because I don’t like my body.” After I let that out, the words just kept coming, “I want to feel good about my body, I really do. I try to convince myself it’s not that big of a deal. But then I see so many girls with my body type going on diets, having intense workout routines, working to be slimmer, and trying to get the ‘ideal body.’” My eyes started to water, but I blinked the tears away, “It’s hard to feel good about my body when everywhere I look, I’m being shown that my body is not ideal and I should be working to change it. That’s why I don’t want to eat dessert. I’m just so tired of feeling shitty.”

Matthew was silent for a moment, taking in what I had said. He gently turned me around to look at him.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you felt like that. If I had known I wouldn’t have made-“

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for. You’ve done nothing but be kind and sweet to me. You always try to make me happy. I don’t even know why you’re with me, Matthew. All I’ve done lately is whine and be difficult. I don’t deserve someone like you.” I looked down, I couldn’t even look him in the eye. I felt small. Matthew stood in thought for a while before he softly smiled.

“I have an idea.”

He led me over and we both sat on the bed. He reached into his pockets and pulled out various plushies. Two of which looked like me and Matthew. He placed the plushies at the end of the bed.

“What is this, Matthew?”

“Just watch.” I looked at the toys and they started moving, like they had come to life, “I’m gonna tell you a story.” I looked at him in slight surprise before taking my attention back to the toys. “Once there was a guy named Matthew,” The Matthew plush stood front and centre and waved at me. I giggled at the sight, “After he left the demon world, he got to explore the wonders of the human world, and all it had to bring.” His plush was shown wandering and experiencing different things such as books, stores, and food. “But there was something he had yet to experience: Love. Love wasn’t a thing in the world he grew up in, he never experienced it. Until he met..” A puppet that looked like me propped up. Matthew conjured a little spotlight as well and shined it on my plush. “This girl turned Matthew’s life upside down! In the best way of course. From the day they first met, she showed Matthew kindness, letting him and his brothers live with her when they had nowhere else to go. Matthew didn’t know it yet, but from that day forward, he would never be able to get this girl out of his mind. Again, in the best way.” I laughed as I continued to watch the puppet show.

“He was attracted to her so quickly. Her kindness, her gentleness, her beauty, her independence. She was amazing! He loved being able to be close to her, he loved the person he was when he was with her. She made him feel so empowered, like he could do anything! He’d never met anyone who made him feel like that. He was 100 percent in love with her!” The plushies began reenacting all the dates Matthew and I went on. I felt a great wave of nostalgia remembering them all. Before I knew it, tears started flowing, “Even though she doesn’t feel great about her body right now, Matthew still felt her body was beautiful and didn’t need to change. She was the most gorgeous woman he ever knew. A woman he never wanted to live without. A woman he loved more than anything. And he’ll never leave her. Ever.” The two plushies hugged and I felt my heart melt. All the toys then stood in a line and bowed to me. “To the most beautiful and wonderful girl.” The toys then went limp again.

Matthew rubbed the back of his neck and blushed, “Heh, I know it’s a kinda corny but-“ I didn’t let him finish as I threw myself into his arms. I sobbed in his shoulder. I was so overwhelmed with happiness.

“T-that was beautiful, Matthew,” I sputtered out. I squeezed him tighter. Matthew hugged me back just as tight.

“I’m really glad you liked it.” He gently pulled away, but still held me as he looked at me, “If you really want to start dieting, I’ll support you. But there’s nothing wrong with your body or your size, I promise! You are gorgeous.” He reassured me again. I smiled bright before I leaned in and gave him a gentle but passionate kiss on the lips. He very happily kissed back.

“I love you, Matthew. I love you so much.”

Matthew smiled and left multiple kisses all over my face, making me giggle, “I love you too, beautiful.”

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1lovesickfangirl1 · 1 month

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Warm Drinks, Sweet Dreams

You’ve been having a hard time falling asleep the past few days. Impending deadlines and embarrassing moments race in your mind. Going online has distracted you from these thoughts, but sleep wouldn't reach you.

You get up out of bed and into the hallway, hoping that a warm glass of milk and a snack will help sleep come sooner. You creep down the stairs to avoid waking up the incubi in the other rooms. Stepping toward the kitchen you spot a familiar figure. Matthew was sitting at the dinner table with a cup of hot cocoa and earbuds in his ears.

His tired face meets yours in slight surprise, “Couldn’t sleep?” you nod in response.

“Take a seat, I can make you some cocoa. I really don’t mind”. As you were about to interject, he’s already heading to the kitchen to grab another mug. You grab the seat next to his and go on your phone to pass the time.

He sets the steaming cup in front of you, the hot cocoa topped with a bit of whipped cream and mini marshmallows. The bags under his eyes and his slightly grown in facial hair in this lighting made him look a bit older.

“Why are you awake?” curiosity filled your voice.

“It’s just one of those nights I guess. I tried counting sheep, turning on rain sounds, keeping my eyes shut for as long as possible. Sleep wouldn’t come so I’m here.” he turns to you with a weak smile. “Why are you up? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Couldn’t get out of my own head. Being here with you has helped a bit though.” warmth filled you as you took a sip of your drink. You didn’t notice at first, but the fragrant taste of cinnamon made itself present.

“You put cinnamon in the cocoa?” you question.

“Yeah! Cinnamon is a warm spice, so I thought it would help with falling asleep.”

How he managed to be so sweet is a wonder. “Well it definitely tastes good. Thanks for making me this.”

“No problem at all.”

You both finished your drinks in comfortable silence. Not much needed to be said as you were both attempting to drifting off to sleep. Placing the empty mugs into the sink, you wish each other goodnight as you head back to your rooms for peaceful sleep.

#bit of a self indulgent piece :))#seduce me the otome #seduce me matthew #seduce me matthew x reader

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raes-writing-space · 1 month

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Matthew Anderson x Reader *Respecting Boundaries Comfort*

Warnings: Mentions of Sexual Assault (coercion), sexual assault from a past significant other (unspecified gender), mentions of PTSD, cursing, and of sexual themes. Not beta read.

Summary: You and Matthew have been dating for awhile. However, you're finding a hard time telling him about your past experience with being sexually assaulted. When Matthew starts noticing that you're starting to distance yourself from him before things start to heat up, he asks if you're okay and comfortable with him. When you tell him the truth, he comforts you and tells you that he will always love you regardless if you want to have sex or not.

Word Count: 1,988

A/N: Reader isn't exactly Mika, and I spaced out the time from the first game between Malix and Diana it took a little over a month, because having the events happening within a week is wild to me. Also I kinda changed the way they need sexual energy to make it easier for the plot.

This is also kind of asexual coded if you squint. It's never explicitly said in the story, however, I am asexual, so I kinda wrote it in a way of what I'd like to hear? So it could be taken both ways. This is based off of a very real experience so be a bit gentle if for some reason you wanna judge this story.

It had already been about six months since you confessed your love for Matthew, and he confessed his love for you in turn. Between the month and a half of chaos with Malix and Diana, you were lucky to get to know the brothers while they were training. While the boys were still trying to adjust to the human world, they stayed with you, which helped you adjust to living in a mansion and finish up your schooling. They really had become like your own found family, and you gave them a sense of that too. Over time as you opened up to them, they opened up to you, about what their lives were like in the Abyssal Plains, how different things were, and what they hoped out of their new lives here in the human world. Matthew of course, opened up to you the most, the two of you knowing each other like the back of your hand. But there were still some things about your life that you found hard to open up to him about. When it came to the topic of past relationships, if there were any, you tried to keep things vague, only really saying that things ended badly. Matthew respected that, and never tried to pry any further if you weren't comfortable talking about it. For the first month or so into your relationship, you could almost forget about the fact that Matthew was an Incubus, other than creating little toys and trinkets for you from time to time. When the two of you kissed, it kept him satiated long enough until the two of you would kiss again, so the idea of him needing to feed on energy started to slowly escape your mind. But as time started passing, it became more prevalent that things started to get a bit more heated each time. He would never pressure you into anything you didn't want to do, and if you told him to stop, he was quick to do just that. But it was undeniable at this point that he had been thinking about wanting to take things further with you. You had meant to tell him at some point about your past history, but every time you wanted to bring it up, your words would get caught in your throat, and your whole body reacted as if it was just wanted to dispose of the idea all together and change the subject to something else. The more time went on, the more you kept wanting to bring it up, but just continued to struggle. It started triggering some of the memories you just couldn't seem to forget, and it was starting to affect how you acted affectionately around him. After a particular make out session, his hand had started to travel down your thigh, and while you were sure it was meant to be innocent, you suddenly gasped and grabbed his hand to stop him. He stopped immediately and apologized, not meaning to make you uncomfortable or take things too far. Matthew had started noticing the small changed before, but at this point it was obvious, and he knew that it needed to be talked about. He didn't want to keep doing things that made you uncomfortable without exactly know what it was that was making you uncomfortable. The two of you had been cuddling and watching a movie together when an unexpected sex scene had come on. While it was typically depended on the movie, and how the sex scene was being played out, this time it made you a bit uncomfortable to sit though. Matthew had noticed how fidgety you had gotten in a second, grabbing the remote and fast forwarding through the scene wordlessly as you thanked him, before he kept the movie paused for a moment.

"Hey… Are we okay?" Matthew asked, finding himself fidgety as well. He had never been in love before, it was hardly ever talked about or seen as plausible for Incubi and Succubi to even be capable of love. However, you changed that for him, and he didn't want that to end.

"Yeah, we're okay." You said at first, and you could tell your anxiety started to pick up a bit. "I've just… been meaning to tell you something, but… don't really know how to say it…" You told him honestly, trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself.

"Are you uncomfortable with how affectionate I am?" He asked, as it was the question that's been on his mind for some time now.

"No! That's… It's…" You didn't know how to exactly put it, in a way you were, but at the same time you weren't. You liked how affectionate he was, you were just scared about how things would go if you two took it a step further. You didn't know how you would react, and quite frankly, you weren't entirely sure if you were even ready.

You took a deep breath, sitting up straighter on the couch, as you attempted to look him in the eyes, but found it hard to. Instead you opted to look at your hands that were intertwined with his.

"Things have been really good lately, and… I can tell that things are starting to get more, heated between us…" "Do you remember when you asked me about any past relationships I was in?" You then asked, him, as he nodded.

"Yeah, you told me it ended pretty badly…" He trailed off, piecing together that this must be what has been bugging you lately.

"Well…" You found your voice caught in your throat.

You had talked about this with some friends and a therapist once. The first time you spoke about it, you hadn't even realized you were sexually assaulted. Not until someone mentioned that you were coerced. When they explained it to you, it made you feel both a bit relieved, and panicked at the same time. On one hand, you were glad that you weren't crazy for feeling awful about saying yes to something you didn't mean, for so long you thought that it was your fault, and then finally… Someone explained to you that it wasn't. Then, on the other hand, you almost didn't feel as if you had the right to say you were sexually assaulted, even though that's what it was. It was hard to even say the words at first, because that meant it became more real.

"They… They sexually assaulted me." You finally spat out, feeling a bit nauseous all of a sudden.

Your mind wanted to try and distract you from it, to zone out and think of something else, but you knew that you had to at least explain why you had become distant.

"I wasn't ready… I tried to stop things before things got farther, but… They told me that I was being a shitty partner if…" You couldn't even say the words, hoping it was enough of a cue to fill in the blanks, "Sometimes they would stop, but become frustrated with me and become passive aggressive with me, other times they would just keep going anyway… Sometimes I would laugh because I became so uncomfortable, that they thought that when I said no… I didn't mean it, because I was laughing…"

Matthew held onto your hand a little tighter, you couldn't tell what he was thinking, and you couldn't look him in the eye just yet to clue you in on it.

"I know you've stopped every time I've asked, and you've never seen upset about it at all, and… You really haven't made me uncomfortable… It's just that every time things between us get a bit heated, my mind brings up these thoughts about sex, and… I get scared… Scared that I'll freak out and have to stop you midway and disappoint you, or that my mind won't be able to get into it and I'll just hate it the entire time…" At this point, you felt like you were rambling, but it was the only way your body was going to let you get this information out to him.

"I don't want that for you, or for us… You've been… so healing to be with… And I know respecting my boundaries and my no should be just the bare minimum in a relationship, but to me… it's everything. You have been such a breath of relief in my life, and every day I realize more and more that it's so easy to love you… I know with you being an incubus, you could so easily use your powers on me, to manipulate me, but you don't, you've never used your powers on me without my consent… and for that, I trust and love you wholeheartedly. I just…" You finally manage to look up at Matthew.

His eyes are puffy, and he's clearly been crying alongside you. You can tell that some part of him is angry, but that he's trying to keep it together. It made you pause your ramblings for a second, your gaze turning into one of concern quickly, as you reach out to gently cup his cheek. His hand reaches up to place over yours, as he leaned more into your touch. Finally, whatever you thought you were going to say next, never came.

"I'm sorry." Was all that you could say, you didn't exactly know what you were apologizing for, for making him cry you supposed.

He shook his head, "You don't have to apologize."

"(Y/N), thank you for telling me… It kills me to know that you've been hurt in such a way, and it makes me so fucking angry. I never want to hurt you, and if I ever did-" Matthew let out a shaky breath, "No, no you haven't." You interrupted him, not wanting him to think that.

"You mean so much to me, you've changed my life. I can't thank you enough for everything that you do, and I'm so grateful for every day I get to be with you. You're right, I could use my powers, and it would be normal for Incubi to do just that…" "But I swear, I never want to imagine any time where I would do that to you. Demons in the Abyssal Plains will tell me that I'm not capable of love, just as Diana said months ago… But I will always love you, regardless. If you some day decide you want to have sex, I will love you then. And if you decide you never want to have sex, I will still love you." Matthew spoke from his heart, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand that was still cupping his cheek.

You leaned forward, pressing a slow and teary eyed kiss to his lips. He reciprocated immediately, wanting to pull you into a hug, but unsure if that's something you'd want. You decided to initiate, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him in close, as he did the exact same to you. Just hearing those words from him made you feel better about yourself and your relationship. There have been people who disagreed with you, telling you you that it was your fault, or that sex was synonymous with love. Luckily, you found someone who agreed with you, and that was a lovely feeling. You held each other for a long moment, until the two of you were able to calm down. The two of you spoke about possible triggers, and if some adaptations needed to be made in the way you two showed affection for each other. After the most important things were discussed, the two of you decided to continue the movie that you had paused. Through it all, Matthew had continued to remind you of all the reasons why you fell in love with him in the first place, and only gave you more reasons to love him.

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seducetheimagines · 2 months

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I'm Gonna Take Care of You

Pairing: Sam Anderson/Reader

Warnings: none

Additional Tags: stress things, Sam being a tsundere, the usual

You seem to be struggling with stress. It appears that the pressure is getting to you, and you are unsure how to manage it, so you continue to push through. You have been faking it until you make it, and you don't see why you should worry about stressing out since the incubi are always there to help you out. However, this type of stress is something that they cannot assist you with. It is up to you to handle it personally, and it seems like you are beginning to feel burnt out.

You worked at a local café in town, and you could not say that you hated it. It was an okay job and it paid well. The only issue was your coworkers. They were complete jerks to you, and you were tired of it. They would shove you around, call you names, corner you after work to harass you, and the list goes on. Putting on a fake smile every day as you continue to break down. Soon enough, one of the brothers noticed.

Another stress-filled day with an overpopulated café and rude coworkers. At any moment, you felt like you were going to go crazy. The stress was unbearable, but you figured that you had it all covered. At least, that is what you thought until Sam spoke up.

Rain poured around you as you walked down the sidewalk. It had been a long day, and you were exhausted. Occasionally, thunder roared, and lightning flashed in the sky. Your earbuds played music in your ears as you walked, your head hung low. You just wanted to be alone at this point.

Finally, you walked into the house with a heavy sigh and closed the door. You kicked off your shoes and hung your jacket up, heading upstairs to get a shower. Once in the shower, you sat down on the floor and pulled your legs up to your chest. You did not even worry about washing up because you weren’t feeling it.

You weren’t sure how long you were in the shower, but when you got dressed and walked out of the bathroom, you spotted Sam leaning against the doorway in the hall. You gave him a faint smile before heading in the direction of your bedroom, but he stopped you. Confused, you tilted your head.

“What’s the matter, Sammy?” You asked him. He only allowed you to call him that.

He had this look on his face that you couldn’t read. Normally, you’d be able to figure out what he was feeling – but now was different. Confused by the stare down, you began to get a little nervous. As you were about to speak up again, he finally said something.

“What were you thinking?” He asked bluntly. “Do you really think you could push away your stress in hopes that we didn’t notice?”

Shocked, you opened your mouth to speak but he had other plans. He grabbed your shoulders and looked at you with a worried look – something you don’t see very often.

“(Y/n), we worry about you. I…I worry about you. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you. So,” Sam trailed off as his hands slid down your arms and grabbed your own. “I’m gonna take care of you. Whenever you come home, I’m gonna take care of you. Please don’t push me away, okay? I got you.”

Hearing that made your eyes burn with tears. You didn’t even know how to process it. Soon, hot tears streamed down your face as you stared up at him.

“Please hold me,” you whispered softly as you took his hand and led him to your room.

The next three hours consisted of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close to his chest. You had fallen asleep, but he didn’t move. He knew he made you feel safe. So, he stayed with you no matter what.

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ashwritesseduceme · 3 months

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Heyyyy….

So- it’s been a year.

Headcanon requests are open <3

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seduce-me-imagines · 1 year

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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.

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indescribeable · 1 month

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Could you maybe write some Sam x Reader fluff?

Ok, so I have never written anything x reader before so I'm sorry if it's bad <3 also sorry it's so short as it's my first time writing something like this it was a little more difficult than anticipated <3

Sam X Reader Fluff "...So that's where all the pillows went. Mind if I join ya?"

Walking through the mansion doors a wave of relief hit Sam his day had been less than stellar his boss really liked to test his temper and had been particularly interested in pushing all of his buttons today to try and get a reaction out of him. The only thing keeping him sane was the thought of coming back home to his wonderful girlfriend after dealing with this crap all-day, Speaking of which where the hell were you usually when he got home you would rush to greet him at the door but you were nowhere to be seen. With a sigh, he kicked off his shoes dropping his bag at the door and making his way into the living room. Upon entering the space he immediately raised an eyebrow not only at the absence of his girlfriend but also at the very noticeable lack of pillows on all the furniture he stood scratching the back of his neck for a second before he heard a loud noise from the bedroom rushing up and bursting through the door.

Opening the door he was met with the sight of you the love of his life sitting in a sea of pillows and blankets laughing your ass off at whatever was on TV. Sam visibly relaxed before entering and speaking.

“…so that's where all the pillows went. Mid if I join ya?”

Surprised by the sudden voice coming from the doorway you jumped before relaxing and giving him a warm smile.

“Yeah…heh….I needed a break from well everything but sure get over here already!”

The smile you gave him melted his heart using his speed he quickly changed out of his work uniform and into something more comfortable before joining you in the mountain of pillows and pulling you to him letting you rest your head on his chest. Looking at the screen he raised a questionable eyebrow.

“What the hell are you watching doofus?”

“Shhhhh just watch trust me on this”

Before long you were both dying laughing at some old shitty horror movies and the stress of the day melted away.

“Why the hell would you go towards the sound of screaming you know what's coming!?”

You laughed with him before responding. “I know! you would have thought that after the incident with her friend deciding it would be a great idea to follow the murderer out into the woods, she would have learned her lesson!”

You two layed like that for hours before you slowly started drifting off in his arms. Sam simply smiled and kissed your forehead before speaking.

“We should go eat doofus.”

“But you're so comfy” you huffed out causing him to chuckle a loving smile stretching across his features. “Ok but if your hungry later don't complain to me”

You quickly sat up punching him in the shoulder causing him to let out a hearty laugh before he gently stroked your hair admiring the adorable pot you had on your face. After a few moments, your features drifted back into a tired smile and you snuggled back into his chest letting out a happy hum as you both drifted off to sleep.

#seduce me the otome #seduce me the demon war #fluff #x reader #seduce me sam #seducemetheotome

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 5 months

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May I request a nsfw alphabet (letters C, J, M, and W) for James from Seduce Me?

A/N: Of course!! Thank you so much for your request!!

Warnings: NSFW under the cut

Navigation!! // Masterlist

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cums a decent amount but also has a lot of stamina, so he can cum multiple times. He is an incubus, so to him it’s normal. That being said, he also does enjoy making you cum multiple times. He’s definitely into overstimulation.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t jack off much, he doesn’t really need too since you’re around. But when he’s away on a company trip he does jack off, usually to you, either on the phone or pictures ;) He also used to do it while living in the castle as a stress reliever. Being busy all the time never allowed him to have a proper partner:

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

This man has a LONG list of kinks / turn on’s. I’ll just list them:

- bondage

- blind folds

- overstimulation

- orgasm control

- basically BDSM

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

James has taken you to his office, large windows overlooking the city, and has definitely fucked you against them. It’s probably one of his favorite places to have sex, the adrenaline rush just adding to it all.

keep it classy in the streets and a freak in the sheets ;)

#seduce me the otome #seduce me x reader #seduce me otome #seduce me james #seduce me james x reader #seduce me the otome x reader #seduce me the otome james x reader

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luka-dreams · 15 days

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Hey everyone I'm Luka Dreams and this is my request/ master list that will be updated over time~

These are the current fandoms I'm active in~

Fire Force

My hero academia

Black Butler

Twilight

Seduce me the otome

Cinderella Phenomenon

Obey me

Genshin impact

Fairy tail

The Lost boys

Horror movie slashers

Hunter x Hunter

Twisted wonderland

Alien Vs Predator

Tears of Themis

And more! (Will be added to soon)

#seduce me the otome x reader #twisted wonderland #obey me #Cinderella Phenomenon #fanfic #yautja #slashers x reader #seduce me the otome #volturi x reader

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wildestgirls · 2 years

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Crime and Punishment

Chapter 1: Who is She?

Aomaris x reader

I was thinking of doing a bit of a 3 part story, with part 2 being the actual gala, and part 3 being heavy smut because I'm a whore

Words: 1.1k

Please tell me what you think :)

Divider credit is igneysect

Raestrao was concerned, to say the least. His father's newest advisor. He could never pin point what she was thinking, what her goals were, what her next move would be. He even questioned Izroul, but was shocked to find that not even he could read into her mind.

So yes, he was concerned about the fact that she'd be attending one of the largest galas of the season.

He didn't know where she came from, what sort of demon she was, if she even was one, or, why she was as powerful as she was.

She had this effect on everyone. No one would be spared from her all-knowing gaze.

Sometimes Raestrao was required to attend Royal meetings with his father, and every time this woman opened her mouth, his father seemed to sharpen up. Not like he was preparing to cut her down, but like he was bracing himself for something. He'd never heard anything like it, let alone seeing it happen in front of him!

He'd probably never forget the tiny bit of fear that was lurking in his father's eyes when she openly disagreed with him for the first time. It was unnoticeable to any of the other people in the room, but to Raestrao, who had lived his whole life stuck under his father's boot, secretly yearning for an opening against his strict rule, well, it was truly something.

However, there was something he knew about her, or rather, something he had at least an idea on.

What exactly her relationship was with his younger brother, Aomaris.

Ever since she showed up in the castle that he called home, she had her eyes on Aomaris. Maybe she thought he was the strongest, maybe she thought he was stupid enough to manipulate after one meeting, or maybe she just wanted her brains fucked out by him.

He didn't know, and he doubted he ever would.

Nevertheless, ever since she showed up, they seemed drawn to eachother, like a moth to a flame.

Only it seemed that neither of them knew who was the moth, and who was the flame.

Raestrao wasn't crystal clear on how close they were exactly, but he knew they had something. And that gave him an advantage. Leverage against her.

Raestrao braced himself infront of the grand mirror in his Chambers. He would not let himself fall to her level. He wouldn't use his brothers, the only people who actually cared about him in all 5 worlds, as bait.

For that's what Aomaris would've been if Raestrao had carried on with his earlier train of thought.

Bait.

Well, Raestrao thought, Go big or Go Home.

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Aomaris was feeling agitated. Not angry, yet, just agitated that he had to attend the stupid fucking gala. He couldn't stand that superficial nicety that came with just about everyone there, who all fucking stank of it.

He used to only go when he was younger because his brothers would be there, and he got to spend all his time with them.

Not all of them, to start off with, though. Just Uzaeris and Zecaeru, but that was more than enough for him. Raestrao would always be off with their father, being forced to talk to some brain dead duke or something. Izroul, well, was never there, but that was the fun part.

Aomaris smiled slightly as he recalled all the times his mother caused a big enough distraction for Raestrao to slip away and join himself and the other 2 so they could sneak into the dungeons to be with Izroul.

She was kind like that.

However, now he was older. Raestrao was still always talking to royalty, just this time, it's more serious, as none of them are quite sure if the person he's talking to will end up either trying to kill him, or wed him. Uzaeris was always flirting with someone, his mother keeping a watchful eye, as he led another demon away from the party to either his Chambers, or even the closest dark corridor to fuck them.

Then there was Zecaeru. He was always present at the galas, just never around. However he was easy to spot. All you had to do was looking out for the floating blue orb that was his mother, and you'd see Zecaeru beside it, with a tired, but reassuring look on his face.

Now Izroul had to spend these lavishly fake galas all by himself, locked away in the dungeons.

However that's only some of the time. It's always and forever been Aomaris' go to spot for hanging out when the galas got too draining.

But now, Aomaris had things himself to worry about.

From a young age, he'd always been more invested in his father's lineage than any of his brothers. He learnt all about his Brute Demon culture, and was extremely proud and grateful to say that he'd been chosen to take a part in many important ceremonies, celebrating their ways. He was on good terms with the vast majority of brute demons that came to his father's galas, and would spend a good amount of time with them, laughing and talking until he grew bored.

And then of course, there was her. The woman who caught his gaze and never let it go. He'd spend all his hours with her, let alone just the gala.

She'd never told him why she was here, or how she got here, but he was eternally grateful that she decided to show up in the castle and upend his life.

Speaking of which, he thought.

He gave himself one last look in the grand mirror in his room, and gave himself a resolute look.

He will be the one who She spends her time on tonight. He will be the one She chooses tonight. He will be the one who She thinks of when thinking of someone who She wants to talk to. He will be the one that She will spend her night with. He swears it.

For if he's not, what will he do with himself?

#aomaris #sam x reader #seduce me the otome #Aomaris x reader #seduce me #seduce me sam #seduce me james #Raestrao

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apenapaperandadoofus · 3 months

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Do you take seduce me requests?

Yeah! Right now I can take honkai star rail, genshin, love and deepspace, twc, jjk, and seduce me! Just read the rules~

#honkai star rail #the wayhaven chronicles #love and deepspace #genshin impact #seduce me the otome #genshin x reader #api talks

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cjsarchive · 1 month

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will u do insecure fmc x sam? like she doesn't understand why he wants her and she feels bad about her weight bc she's midsized

I gotta admit, I put a bit of myself into this fic:P. Hope you enjoy<3!

Nothing Wrong with Your Body-Sam x Female Reader

I was shopping with Sam at the mall. I was looking for clothes while he also was checking out clothes in a neighbouring store. I picked out some clothes and walked out the changing room, looking at myself in the mirror. I was trying on a tank top and a skirt as it was spring now and starting to get hotter outside. I stared for a while, adjusting the shirt and how the skirt fit on around my hips, trying to make it look decent. Three girls came out of their changing rooms and stood next to me to look at themselves in the mirrors next to mine. They were all complimenting each other, taking pictures, and laughing together. The girls had on pretty much the same thing I did, cropped tank tops and short skirts, except I didn’t look like them. They all had thin bodies, flat stomachs, no thigh gap, basically every I wasn’t. I tried to focus on myself, but I didn’t want to keep looking at myself. At my big thighs, wide hips, and big gut. It was hard not to look at them. They were beautiful. They looked amazing in their outfits. And I looked like…me.

I quickly changed back into my big t shirt and baggy jeans. I couldn’t help taking more glances at the girls as I made my way towards the exit. Sam was standing there waiting for me.

“Finally. Took ya long enough, doofus,” He playfully rolled bis eyes, “You ready to go?” He asked.

“Yeah, i’m ready.” I tried to grab his hand and lead him out, but he hesitated for a moment. He looked at empty hands,

“You didn’t get anything? I thought you wanted to get cute spring outfits or whatever.”

“I changed my mind.” I couldn’t help but keep glancing back at the girls. Sam noticed and followed my glances.

He furrowed his eyebrows and his shoulders slightly tensed, “Were those girls being mean to you?”

“No, it’s fine! Can we just go home please?” I pleaded. Sam relaxed at my demeanour and finally nodded.

“Alright, let’s go home.”

We soon walked in the house. “Alright then,” Sam said, “I’m gonna go make us some lunch.”

“You don’t have to make me any, I'm not hungry.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, “Seriously?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” I forced a smile. He sighed,

“Well, I’m not just gonna make you nothing, doofus. Your food will be in the fridge for whenever you want it.” He moved a strand of hair behind my ear and gave me a sweet kiss on the forehead before heading off to the kitchen. He was so sweet.

I walked up to my bedroom and began to change into my casual clothes. As I was changing, I got another look at myself in the mirror. Tears started to well up in my eyes at the sight of myself. I tightly closed my eyes shut. Why does this have to be my body? Why can’t I be pretty? My whole life I’ve stood out. I've tried so hard to not be myself, i’ve tried to diet, tried to fast, so why do I still look like this? I turned away from the mirror as my tears spilled. I can’t keep looking at myself. I hate my body. I hate being so miserable. I hate being defective.

Sam walked in my room, a worried look on his face. He must have sensed my energy. I sighed and kept my eyes down and away from him. I don’t even know why he’s here. He was handsome, kind, and funny, and that’s not even half of it. He was amazing. He could have any girl he wanted. Why was he here with me?

“Woah, what’s wrong?” He quickly walked up to me and gently set his hands on my shoulders.

I tried to wipe my eyes, but the tears just kept coming, “Why are you here?” I asked through sobs.

He furrowed his eyebrows, “What?”

“Why are you here with me? Why are you with me?”

“Why do you mean ‘why am I with you?’” He said, not exactly sure what was wrong, “I love you.”

That just made me more hysterical, “But why?! How could you possibly love me when I look like this?!” I gestured to my body, “You could have anyone you wanted! Like those girls at the mall, they were gorgeous! Why do you waste your time with me?!” Suddenly, I felt myself calm down. I felt my body become weaker and the bad thoughts gradually left my mind.

Sam pulled me into a firm hug, “Sorry, I just had to get you to calm down.” The enthrallment eventually wore off, but I didn’t have anymore fight in me and just let myself cry in Sam’s arms. Once I relaxed a bit, he pulled away and looked into my eyes, “Listen to me, there is nothing wrong with your body, okay? Your body is actually really beautiful. Being midsized it’s not a bad thing. Not even close, actually. You’re not a waste of time. You’re awesome. ‘Why do I love you?’ Heh, I love everything about you. I love how you talk, how you walk, how you act, how you look, how you make me feel, everything. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever fucking met. You drive me fucking nuts, and I can’t get enough of it. Hell, those girls could never come close to you and how happy you make me. Is that enough to answer your question?”

I felt a lump in my throat as I took in everything Sam just said. I let out a sob as I practically hurled myself back into his arms, “I-I love you, Sam. I love you so much.”

Sam chucked softly, “I love you too. Everything will be okay, alright? I promise. No matter how long it takes.” He kissed the top of my head. We just stayed in the comfort of each other’s arms for a while.

#seduce me the otome #seduce me #seduce me otome #seducemeotome #smto #seducemetheotome #seduce me sam #seduce me sam x reader #aomaris

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