#aomaris x you

[jhilsara]

Tie Me to You/ Chapter 10

Chapter Summary: Graduation day is finally here! There's nothing wrong with going out with her friends for a few drinks, right? AKA Devils suck and Mika get's kidnapped.

Word Count: 3.9k

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Chapter Warnings: Depictions of violence, gun violence, kidnapping, and murder

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

Can also be found on AO3 X

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

invisible string-Taylor Swift

Mika’s lying on her bed, staring holes into the ceiling. She’s been replaying her kiss with Sam over and over in her head since she came home. She hopes Damien can’t hear her all the way across the house, but she never really asked how his mind reading works.  

She apologizes to Damien in her own thoughts as she tries to sort through the turmoil that is her feelings for Sam. If she has feelings. She couldn’t say. Her relationship with him started so rocky, but now, she finds herself thinking about him more during the day than any of the other incubi.  

She drags her hands down her face and groans to herself. Mika didn’t need these confusing feelings right now. She just wants to push them down and deal with them later. It wasn’t healthy but she’s never been good at dealing with her emotions, especially the ones that feel bigger than her body and make her want to peel her skin back.  

A knock on her bedroom door distracts her from her thoughts.  

“Come in!” She tells them, not moving from her spot on the bed. 

Someone comes in, she isn’t sure who, and she hears the door shut behind them. 

 There’s a snort of a laugh, “Have you been like that since you got home?” It’s Sam’s voice, the source of all her troubles at the moment.  

She sighs, “Just doing some mental gymnastics.” she deadpans with a shrug as she doesn’t move from her position.  

Sam chuckles, “Don’t work too hard or you'll blow a fuse.” he jokes.  

Mika rolls her eyes and throws one of her pillows at him, half-heartedly. Sam easily catches it.  

She moves to sit up to fully face him, smiling, “What do you need?”  

Sam tosses her pillow back. His face loses its playfulness, and he looks nervous. Mika dismisses the thought of Sam being nervous around her. Just because she couldn’t stop thinking about kissing him doesn’t mean he was as well. Sam’s face is tinged with a blush that has piqued her curiosity.  

Sam makes direct eye contact with her after whatever internal battle he was fighting in his own head. “I want you to know my real name, just in case something does happen with Malix.” 

His voice is low and serious, much like how it was when they first met.  

“Real name?” she asks with her head tilting in confusion.  

They just keep dropping new information at her feet. She ponders briefly on the fact that there’s so much she doesn’t know about Sam or his brothers. Would she ever? Would they let her into their world completely? It felt like it took such little effort for them to be welcomed with open arms. Maybe it took a few months, but she wanted them in her life. She never bothered to ask herself if it was reciprocated.  

Sam nods his head, “Demons usually don’t give out their real names to humans, or each other really. Names... names for us have power. So, if you say my name, I’ll find you. Think of it like summoning me.”  

“Oh...” Mika looks down at the pillow she’s holding onto and plays with the edges of it. She feels her face warming up.  

As she looks down, she doesn’t notice Sam come closer to her. He leans in, to whisper in her ear, “My name is Aomaris .” 

Mika feels a shiver run down her back as he takes a step back. It’s almost like his name locks into her brain, but she still feels the need to say it, “Aomaris.” she rolls his name around her mouth. She doesn’t want to say it wrong.  

Sam’s face flushes brightly, “Uh yeah.” He chokes out and tries to cover it with a cough, looking away from her. He takes a deep breath. “Use it if you need me, okay?”  

Once he leaves the room Mika clutches the pillow closer to her. Shoving her face in it. She says his name over and over and over again in her head. 

Aomaris  

She almost tries to say it out loud before stopping herself. She would be utterly mortified if she accidentally summoned him not even ten minutes after telling her. She curls up into her bed, wondering what his face would look like if she called his name, not for help, but for pleasure. She immediately tries to push that thought away, not ready to address the pounding of her heart.  

It’s over. Her four years of undergrad are finally over. She can finally move onto a new stage in her life. One that isn’t looming over her with her father’s shadow.  

Mika is free. 

Mika’s outside surrounded by the incubi and thousands of other people exiting the stadium. She has her graduation cap tightly in one hand and is holding onto her friend Suzu tightly by the waist. Her face is lit up as she’s talking a mile a minute. 

“It’s over and we did it! We did it, we did it, we did it!” Mika’s holding onto Suzu and jumping in excitement, her graduation robes flying everywhere as a fit of giggles escape the two girls.  

Matthew holds up Mika’s phone, “C’mon and stop jumping so we can get some pictures!” he exclaims laughing at their joy.  

“Hold on let me grab Naomi and the others!” Suzu says, “Just wait right here don’t go anywhere!” The short girl is gone in a flash to collect Mika’s other friends for some celebratory photos.  

Mika’s grin doesn’t falter, even with the over looming threat of devils.  

“You’re positive you’ll be fine?” James asks her, voice low and serious.  

Mika whips her head around to James and she sighs, “Promise. I’m going out with the whole group, and I won’t be alone. We’ll be downtown all night in large crowds of people.” She reassures them.  

“I don’t want to miss out on graduation celebrations because of some dumb devils...” She murmurs softly.  

James opens his mouth to respond but Sam beats him to it. He gently knocks his knuckles on her head in a chastising manor, “We just want you to be safe doofus.” His tone is hard, but Mika doesn’t feel any anger behind it. Just genuine concern.  

Erik nods his head in agreement, “Just call one of us on your way home, so we can rest easier.”  

Mika rolls her eyes playfully and grabs her phone, “Okay Mom , how about this.” She teases Erik but opens her group chat with them and turns on her location for them.  

“There, now you can see where I am. If you’re worried just check my location, and if I’m not downtown or on the road, you know something happened.” She tells them.  

Damien gives a dissatisfied frown at her tone but nods. 

 “It’s just one night.”  

Erik gives Mika a glare at her tease but nods as well. “If you’re not home before the bars close, I’m personally dragging your ass home.” He tells her crossing his arms. 

“I promise I’ll be extra careful!” She tells them lightly. Her smiles big and so genuine, they believe her. It’s just one night.  

Before another comment could be made Mika’s waving down her friend group to take some photos together. Today was her day, and she wasn’t going to let some threat ruin her good time. She’s earned her degree; she deserves to celebrate it with her friends.  

“I’ll see you guys tonight!” 

Mika’s stumbling out into the breezy summer night, jogging to her car. She needed a jacket inside. It was abnormally chilly in the small bar her friends had traversed into. She had been out since early in the afternoon and it was just nearing midnight. Mika was a little tipsy and ready to call it a night soon after she sobered up a bit. It was a full night filled with laughter, beers, some celebratory shots and one Irish car bomb. She makes it to her car, that’s a block up the street from where the bar is located and opens her back door trying to dig for her jacket.  

She wasn’t paying attention.  

She was clumsy.  

Mika is shoved from behind into her own car. Before she can move to sit up, or fight back, she sees a flash of that fire red hue before her world goes dark. She’s being blindfolded and gagged. She tries to fight back, kicking and swinging, her face tightly scrunched up. Everything she’s ever learned from the insane amount of true crime she’s consumed.  

It doesn’t help much. Turns out fighting against devils who are triple your strength isn’t easy.  

Her keys are snatched from her hands, and her wrists tied up. She hears them get into the driver's seat and whip her car out of the parking spot. She rolls to the other side of her backseat, hitting her head on the door.  

Mika’s trying to not panic, but that’s easier said than done. She still feels her phone in her pocket, and she is reassured by that notion. That could only be helpful if her kidnappers don’t find it. She tries to sit up, and finds she successfully loosened her blindfold. She can see out of the top, just enough to see what they pass on the road.  

She hears the two in front seat hissing back and forth towards each other. All she catches is something about Malix and it’s all she needs to know she’s on borrowed time. Her heart plummets as she watches for landmarks to identify where they’re taking her. She can’t see much in the dark, but she’s able to identify that they’re still downtown, but barely. They’re on the outskirts of it, where the industrial plants are.  

She wants to scream, kick the seats, but she imagines that it would be worse if she did. She reassures herself that her friends know she wouldn’t leave without a goodbye and that they have her location. Hopefully the incubi brothers notice.  

She feels foolish now about wanting to have a normal night out. Her life has been anything but normal for the past four months. She was naive to think she could have one free night. Mika tries to not get stuck in her downward spiral of thoughts. If she panics, she will die. Mika must keep a clear head. If anything, she’s not going down without a fight.  

The car pulls into some hollowed out workspace. Probably one of the abandoned warehouses that the cities left to rot away. Forgotten. She jolts when they slam on her brakes. It sends her forward crashing into her front seat headfirst. Mika’s side door is slammed open, and she’s being dragged out. Mika thrashes her body against the devils who have her, but their grip just tightens frighteningly so. She hisses in pain. They manhandle her into a building and rip her blindfold off, shoving her down onto hard concrete. She grimaces before her eyes adjust to her surroundings.  

When Mika looks up, she sees Malix staring down at her smiling with his much too sharp teeth, and his blood thirsty eyes fixed on her. His eyes roam her body, and it makes Mika feel exposed in the worst way. She tries to stay strong, meeting his feral eyes with a ferocious glare of her own. Her body shaking gives away her internal fear.  

Malix snorts, grabbing her face with his clawed hands pulling her closer to him. She feels his sharp nails digging into her skin, his hold on her hurts. She tries to flinch away, but he keeps her in place.  

“Told you it wasn’t safe out there girly.” He leans closer to her ears, using his tongue to lick her face. Like she was his meal.  “Can’t wait to gut you and leave your remains for those incubi.”  

Mika jumps from his tongue and pulls herself back with all her weight. Her anger fuels her momentum as she slams herself into Malix, headbutting him. It sends the devil back, releasing his hold on her if anything, out of shock. The movement knocks the fabric that was being used as a gag out of Mika’s mouth. She gasps for a moment, trying to take a breath before she screams for help.  

In a flash his fist collides with her mouth, Malix not needing much time to recover. His punch sends her face first onto the concrete. Her arms still tied up, her vision swims as the room spins.  

“You little cunt !” he spits venomously out at her.  

She spits out a mouthful of blood on the ground, she cries out, “ Aomaris! ” It’s a choking noise as she shouts.  

There’s an immediate bright flash of light that cuts through the dark abandoned building. It makes the devils shrink back, covering their faces from the abrasive light. They shout a variety of curses and confusion.  

When the light fades, Sam’s before her. His eyes take only a moment to find her, and they widen upon seeing her. His eyes flicker gold for a moment, before he’s on his knees pulling her gently to him. His hands cupping her face.  

“You okay?” he asks.  

She feels him moving her face gently, to inspect the damage. His hands are rough and calloused, but they hold her so tenderly. She can only nod, as she melts into his comforting touch. Completely forgetting about the devils and Malix. 

“I got you, don’t worry.” Sam whispers.  

Over his shoulder Mika sees Malix raising his hand, gun aimed at them. Her eyes widen and she gasps in Sam’s ear. It’s enough of a warning sign. His hold on her tightens and he moves her into his lap and uses his speed to protect them. He’s able to quickly move them out of the way the same time Malix’s gun fires.  

Sam turns to glare at the red demon, his eyes rimmed with gold as he grits his teeth with a snarl.  

“I won’t miss next time incubus.” Malix’s says irritably.  

Sam gently places Mika down against the wall and he doesn’t hesitate to start a fight with Malix. He immediately lands a punch to Malix’s face, sending the devil into the wall. Cracking the bricks behind him.  

Malix spits out the blood in his mouth, he massages his cheek. His red eyes glare at Sam but he keeps his disgusting grin.  

“Motherfucker... c’mon, this will be fun!” Malix goads Sam. 

Sam’s body becomes a blur as he slams himself into Malix, full force. He throws punch after punch into Malix, breaking the brick wall behind the devil. The sound of flesh hitting the wall makes Mika flinch. Malix moves to grab Sam’s hand, stopping him briefly.  

“Fuck you!” Malix grits out and uses his hellfire to burn Sam. It consumes Malix’s form and pushes forward. Sending Sam sliding back. Sam brings his arms up to shield himself from the flames.  

Malix is engulfed in his own fire, and he reaches for his gun, glaring down Sam, “I’m so sick of you and your little skank! The warlocks gone and this is my territory!” 

 He sends round after round of bullets towards Sam. Nothing lands as Sam easily dodges with his speed. Sam appears next to Malix, throwing a punch sending the devil flying toward the other side of the warehouse. There’s a new aura mixing around Sam’s form. Green and purple circled him, as he stood watching Malix with hard gold eyes, replacing his usual bright green. Sam stands tall, as he holds his ground ready for Malix to get back up. His cold glare cutting through the dark aura swirling around him. 

“Don’t. Call. Her. That.” his voice is deeper, distorted even. It sends a chill down Mika’s back, he sounds demonic.  

The devils that surround the warehouse just stand and watch. Unsure of what to do. Their faces hold hesitation and fear. If they were afraid of Sam or Malix was uncertain. Mika notices how they actively do not step in though.  

“Did I hit a nerve?” Malix goads, he takes a step closer to Sam before his sharp red eyes lock onto Mika.  

Malix grins manically and aims his gun at her. Mika freezes, eyes wide. She doesn’t care if she’s protected by holy magic or not, staring down the barrel of a gun is terrifying. Sam lunges at the devil and tackles Malix to the ground. The two men roll around for a minute, until Sam has Malix pinned down, arm back ready to swing.  

Malix doesn’t give him a single moment before he shoves his gun in Sam’s mouth, “Eat hellfire incubus!” 

Before Malix pulls the trigger something in the air shifts. The temperature drops to an almost icy chill. It’s the calm before the storm. The aura that was around Sam before rages, growing larger than before as it dances around him.  

Malix in fear, or reflex, pulls the trigger. Sam snaps the gun in half between his teeth, destroying Malix’s only weapon. As Sam bites down he releases a loud, feral, growl from the back of his throat. It’s the only noise next to the ringing of the gun in her ears and she can feel his rage rattling her bones. The red devil on the ground has his smug face turn to one of genuine fear.  

Sam doesn’t hesitate to start throwing punch after punch to Malix’s face, his form shifting in front of her eyes. Mika is so caught up in what’s happening in front of her she never even noticed the others show up. Before she can register what’s happening to Sam, the other four brothers block her view completely. Damien and Erik are the closest fussing over her. Erik frees her from her bindings, and Damien is taking in the injury to her face.  Mika tries to look past them, to see Sam, but it’s useless. All she can register is blurs of green and she hears his voice. Even if it’s distorted.  

Everything sounds so far away, it’s probably just her adrenaline wearing off. She understands that Damien and Erik are asking her questions, but she can’t find the words to answer. Her whole body just feels so heavy and sore. She worries about Sam briefly before Damien’s holding her face making her look at him. 

“He’s fine, just blowing off steam now.” Damien tells her with an eye roll.  

She vaguely hears James in the background talking to Sam and maybe Matthew. She wasn’t sure.  

“What an absolute brute... losing it like that, and he broke his glamour!” Erik chastises as he blocks her vision standing in front of her. She can’t find it in herself to try to look past him or do much more than lean against Damien. Questions swim in her head but she doesn’t even know if they’re fully formed thoughts. 

Erik turns to look back at her and frowns, he bends down to pick her up. “She needs to go home and rest. Damien and I will take her car while you three clean up here.” He says gently.  

She still can’t see Sam, but as Erik lifts her and walks toward the exit, they pass a body. Malix lays under a tarp that's drenched in blood, and all she makes out is the sunken in crater of where his face should be. She squeezes her eyes shut trying to stop the nausea that formed, pressing her face into Erik’s shoulder.  

Once Mika is home and the dust has settled, she’s on her bed holding the ice pack Erik has given her to her swollen cheek. He sets down a glass of water and some pain killers on her bedside table. 

It’s roughly three in the morning now and Mika’s exhausted. She hasn’t seen Sam since she called for him. She’s picking at her nails nervously. She doesn’t even have to ask for Erik to know what she’s thinking. 

“Sam’s getting chewed out by James and probably blowing off the last of his adrenaline. I promise he’ll see you in the morning love.” He tells her with a gentle look. 

She nods gripping at the bed sheets tightly, “Thanks Erik...” She looks down at her phone and notices the plethora of missed texts messages and calls.  

“We tracked your phone. So, sharing your location was the smart thing to do. Even if you didn’t call for Sam.” Erik tells her. “You should probably respond to your friends, or they’ll worry.”  

“Do I tell them I got kidnapped?” She’s reading through the texts and feels her heart tighten. There was no point in regretting her actions, it was over, and she was safe.  

“It’s the truth, you’re just leaving out the part about devils.” He shrugs, “Besides, they’ll be truly upset if they think you bailed without a call or text.” 

Mika nods and looks down at her phone, trying to decide how to even start. “You’re right... I just, I know I could have avoided it. I guess I just feel bad for making everyone worry.” She murmurs quietly.  

Erik places a comforting hand on her shoulder, “It’s not your fault that devils decided to target you.” His violet eyes soften as he gives her a reassuring look. 

“Just get some sleep and don’t worry too much. If you feel bad in the morning, we’ll take you to the hospital.”  

Mika’s in her bathroom the next morning, inspecting the damage to her face. She frowns upon seeing the large bruise on her cheek. She can’t cover that with make-up. It’s dark and gross, not to mention swollen. She hisses when she touches it, even just lightly. At least she wasn’t bleeding anymore.  

There’s a firm rapping at her door, and she shouts for them to come in. She doesn’t leave the bathroom sink as she continues to look over her swollen face.  

“Damn devil...” she murmurs.  

“How ya feelin’?” Sam’s voice breaks through her thoughts, he’s leaning in the open doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. 

She snaps her head around to see Sam. She just shrugs with a tiny smile, “Could be better.”  

Sam’s eyes flash to her cheek, inspecting the bruise on her face. He steps closer to her and brings his hand up to hold her face. His hand is gentle as he cups her face, the good side. He tilts it to look at the bruise. His eyes darken as he frowns.  

“If he was still here, I’d kill him again.” He says, voice low. 

“It’s over.” Mika responds softly placing her own hand on top of his and leans into his palm.  

“Shouldn’t have even fuckin’ happened in the first place. Should have gone with you.” He growls out.  

Mika sighs, “There’s no use in what if’s, I shouldn’t have left my friends. Besides, it’s over.”  

Sam’s hand falls and he wraps his arms around Mika pulling her into him. He gently cradles her head, but he holds her firmly, securely, to his body. Mika sinks into him easily and wraps her arms around his waist. Pressing her face into his chest.  

“Thanks, by the way. I don’t think I told you thank you.” Her voice muffled by his chest.  

She feels him chuckle, it reverberates through her bones. “You don’t need to thank me.” He places a kiss to the top of her head. “I would have found you no matter what.” he whispers. 

Mika’s grip tightens and she feels her heart skip a beat.

#seduce me the otome #seduce me otome #seduce me #sam seduce me #seduce me sam #seduce me the demon war

[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.

#seduce me the otome #seducemeotome #seducemetheotome #smto #seduceme #fanfiction #cross posted on ao3 #seduce me fanfiction #I literally screamed when my charger did that #it just snapped #into two pieces #except it was my computer charger

[kaitlynmeh]

Seduce Me: The Otome - Guide

James (true):

Doesn't matter x 8

Sure

Doesn't matter

… But I did

Doesn't matter

I'll stay and help around the house

James in the garden

Ask him a question

Doesn't matter x 9

Stay put

Doesn't matter x 5

Find one of the incubi

Check out the book

Are you hungry now?

Keep going

Doesn't matter

RAESTRAO!

Let them stay

Doesn't matter x 5

Steal a kiss

Barge in and set her straight

It DOES concern me

I love him!

Doesn't matter

No

Erik (true):

Doesn't matter x 9

Be Cool

Doesn't matter

… So I didn't

Doesn’t matter

I'll stay and help around the house

Erik in the dining room

Just nod

Doesn't matter x 9

Stay put

Doesn't matter x 5

Find one of the incubi

Please tell me more?

Kiss him

Keep going

Doesn't matter

UZAERIS!

Let them stay

Doesn't matter x 5

Steal a kiss

Barge in and set her straight

It DOES concern me

I love him!

Kiss him

Doesn't matter

No

Sam (true):

Doesn't matter x 5

Ask for an apology

Doesn't matter x 4

… So I didn't

Doesn't matter

I'll stay and help around the house

Sam with the front yard

Join him

Doesn't matter x 9

Stay put

Doesn't matter x 5

Find one of the incubi

Okay

Kiss him

Keep going

Doesn't matter

AOMARIS!

Let them stay

Doesn't matter x 5

Steal a kiss

Barge in and set her straight

It DOES concern me

I love him!

Kiss him

Doesn't matter

No

Matthew (true):

Doesn't matter x 7

I think I'll keep it

Doesn't matter x 2

… So I didn't

Doesn't matter

I'll stay and help around the house

Matthew with cooking

Nod to him

Doesn't matter x 9

Stay put

Doesn't matter x 5

Find one of the incubi

Join the hunt

Kiss him

Keep going

Doesn't matter

ZECAERU!

Let them stay

Doesn't matter x 5

Steal a kiss

Barge in and set her straight

It DOES concern me

I love him!

Kiss him

Doesn't matter

No

Damien (true):

Doesn't matter x 6

Be calm

Doesn't matter x 3

So then…

Doesn't matter

I'll stay and help around the house

Damien with the lobby

Laugh

Doesn't matter x 9

Stay put

Doesn't matter x 5

Find one of the incubi

Ask again

Give him your energy

Keep going

Doesn't matter

IZROUL!

Let them stay

Doesn't matter x 5

Steal a kiss

OH HELL NO!

I love you!

Doesn't matter

Let her

Don't say anything

Suzu (true):

I like dragon company

I wish I was as fast as her getting out of here

Cajun fries and spicy burger too!

Suzu's right Naomi

You need to teach me Suzu

The Arcade

Doesn't matter x 9

Stay put

Doesn't matter x 5

Go to your room and eat

The Arcade

Let's play a game together

Wanna stick around and eat together?

Get her

Fight

Give up memories

Help her

Go Out with me?

Naomi (true):

Trinity corporation sounds just fine

Me and you both, Naomi

What Naomi's having

Naomi's right Suzu

The Café

Doesn't matter x 9

Stay put

Doesn't matter x 5

Go to your room and eat

The Pink Lady Café

I like it. It has a nice raspberry flavour

It's almost like a date

Stand up and walk away

Fight

Give up the memories

Chase after her

Help her

Go out with me?

Andrew (true):

Doesn't matter

Place your hand in his

Thank you

Follow him

Doesn't matter x 5

Go to your room and eat

Grandfather's grave

You're fine Andrew

Thank you

Doesn't matter

Fight

Give up the memories

Sure, why not?

Doesn't matter

Not at all

Doesn't matter

So… how about them bears?

I'll go in too

Speak up

I'd like that

let the boys go and go through the scene.

Pick "fight" when floating above the beast pit

Diana (true ending)

Let the boys go

Make a deal with Diana

Her

Yes (to what she ate)

Yes (to trying the sweet flower)

I'll stay

That's enough Diana

Take her hand

You shouldn't have to marry someone you don't love

Run

Don't (to her taking your memories)

Diana's Bad Ending:

let the boys go and go through the scene. Pick "fight" when floating above the beast pit

Law (true):

this ending unlocks if you let the boys leave and give your memories to Diana

Chaos (True):

let the boys leave, make a deal with Diana for power. Have to side with Suzu completely and fought Lisette/stared into her soul.

Angel (bad):

Make deal with Diana and start her route. Stay home from school, but DO NOT follow the romance route by picking the other options instead.

Malix (bad):

choose "wait" 3 times when captured by Malix

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[wildestgirls]

Crime and Punishment

Chapter 3: Supermassive Black Hole/Sunsetz

Aomaris x reader

Finally on the last part let's fucking go.

Cw: light bondage, light edging, light degradation, ripping off expensive dresses.

Words: 7.5k

Divider credit is igneysect

"Well you took your fucking time, didn't you?"

You looked up at the demon in front of you, lazily resting on his bed. He wasn't staring directly at you, only side eyeing you from across the room. About an hour and a half had passed since he'd told you to meet him in 40 minutes.

Your attention drifted from him, however, as you noticed a white bag sitting at the foot of his bed.

"What's in the bag?"

Aomaris huffed in annoyance and picked himself up, "It's a present for you." he murmured. "You would've gotten it earlier if you had actually shown up on time, but hey, what do I know?"

You could tell that he had a scowl on his face even while not being able to fully see his face. You knew him too well.

He walked over to the bag, picked it up, and walked towards you.

"I'll give you the bag-"

"Finally,"

His eyes darkened, getting more annoyed by the second.

"-if, you do me a favor."

A smirk grew on your face. You knew what sort of favor this would be, after you teasing him so much at the gala. It's not as if you didn't have it in mind while deciding on the color of the dress you were currently wearing anyway.

"And what, pray tell, would that be?" you asked innocently, smile still on your face.

"Apologise to me."

You felt the smile fall on your face.

That wasn't something you had expected. You thought he would tell you to get on your knees and suck him off, or even lie down on the bed and let him do whatever he pleased. And you wouldn't have minded.

But this? This was much worse. It made it personal. It made you know explicitly that you had upset him, that you had gotten his hopes up, only to tear them down.

He knew that you hated apologising, hated being wrong.

But you'd be brave. For him, of course.

"Well? Or are you too full of yourself to do it?" He demanded.

"Trust me, Aomaris, I will apologise," you said curtly, "but I need to ask something first."

Aomaris scoffed, "Are you even listening to yourself? Your not really on the position to order me about, are you?" He replied. He looked mad, but then after a second with no response from you, the look in his eyes changed.

He just looked upset.

"Please, all I'm asking for is for you to tell me that you're sorry. That you're sorry you upset me. Please," he pleaded.

"Okay, fine. I'm sorry that it took me so long to get here. I took a shower."

"And?"

"And what?"

The saddened look in his eyes only increased as his brow furrowed. "Are you fucking serious? You know what you did!" he got out quickly. He got quieter, and you could hear his voice thicken when he said, "You know how much I missed you."

Oh. The Human World. You had been caught up with a very peculiar human girl while you were away, and it had taken longer than you had expected to sort it out.

"I didn't think it would take that long to sort it ou-"

"I don't give a fuck if you didn't think it would take that long! It doesn't change the fucking fact that you made me wait for you for so long! You didn't even try to contact me!" he yelled. He was pissed. You could see him breaking at the seams, tears welling in eyes.

You took a step towards him and placed your hands on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Aomaris."

You could see the moment he broke. The tension and anger lifted from his body as a single tear dropped down from his eye. He looked down in shame.

You lifted one of your hands up from his arm and placed it onto his cheek. His eyes were shut tight, like they were being melded together.

"Look at me, Aomaris."

It took a few seconds, but eventually, he lifted his head up and looked you in the eyes.

Then he quickly pulled you in for a hug, his head carefully nestled into your neck. It shocked you, to say the least. But you would let him have this one. You wanted it too.

You gently circled your arms around his neck and stroked his back, whispering sweet nothings into his hair. You could feel a wetness falling onto your shoulders while his back shook.

It took him a few minutes to calm down. You rarely ever saw him like this, showing off his weakness to you. You knew how much he hated showing it to anyone, let alone you.

He wanted to impress you, you could see it in him. He wanted you to look at him, and be proud of how strong he was.

After a while of simply holding him, he whispered something out.

"It's like you don't even care about me."

You froze.

Oh.

You took his face out of your neck and gently placed your hands on his face.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way Aomaris, because it's just not true. Do you not ever think about why I ever come back from the human world? Well, it's because of you. I do care about you, more than I know I should. I don't think I could live without you, Aomaris."

You could see in his eyes how much that cheered him up. His head lifted, his eyes brightened, and his smile grew.

"Really?" He asked with a small grin on his face.

"Yes, really. I everything I do or say is done on purpose or honestly when I'm with you. I only ever lie to you when I have to."

A confused look came into his eyes, before drifting into satisfaction.

"Well, it's an improvement from how much you lie to everyone else." he said, smirking.

You laughed quietly. You knew that it was probably a bad thing to everyone else that you were such a good liar.

But you two weren't everyone. You two were the ones who secretly controlled what was going on in the castle. You two were in this together. A team.

You were currently teaching Aomaris how to be more manipulative, how to be a liar, and not just a soldier, but you could tell that he wouldn't ever be great at it. Good, maybe, if he put enough effort into it, but not great. He wouldn't ever lie to his family, or at least you didn't think he would anyway.

And they should be thankful. For if Aomaris truly wanted the throne, Raestrao and the Demon Lord would simply have to hand it over, for nothing would stop him.

"I need to ask you something," you said abruptly.

"Yeah?" He replied. "Is this what you were gonna ask me before, well, y'know-"

"Yes, before all of that." you interrupted. "Did you do what I asked you to do while I was gone?"

His eyes lightened up proudly. "Yeah, I did. You were right. That guard of that Princess? He has fucking holy magic." he explained.

Before you left, you created a spell to use on Aomaris, that would let you see some of a persons aura, their true nature. You didn't use the spell to it's full power, as you didn't want to shock him, but you already knew what that guard was. A Nephilim.

You did want Aomaris in on your secret, you just didn't want to tell him everything so soon.

This was more like a test, to see if he could handle all of the truth. To see if you could trust him fully, without question.

And you could. Beyond a shadow of doubt.

"I know he does." you said simply.

"... What?"

"I know he has holy magic, Aomaris."

He looked at you with an annoyed look. "Well why the fuck would you make me do all that shit to find it out then?" He said angrily.

You gave him a sort of half-smile, half-smirk, and began to explain.

"Well, I needed to know if I coul-"

Then he was kissing you. His lips were on yours faster than you could blink. He was uncaring of the lack of breath that he had, all that mattered, all that was happening, was him kissing you. It was rough and passionate, with his one of his large hands drifting down to the small of your back.

You couldn't just not kiss him back.

Your hand flew into his hair, brushing dangerously close to his horns. You gripped onto his soft hair roughly, and kissed him back just as desperately.

His mouth tasted sweet and minty. You couldn't possibly get enough of him in this life, so you'd have to simply kiss him harder to make up for it. It's not like you didn't miss him too while you were away.

He was gripping onto your dress like a life-line, unwilling to let go even for a second. His other hand drifted up to your neck, comfortably resting there, until he gripped it tightly, causing you to gasp. You felt him smirk against your lips, then shove his tongue down your throat.

You returned it with just as much fervor. Your tongues clashed together for dominance, as his thigh snuck between your legs.

You moaned slightly in satisfaction as you started to grind down onto him. He moved the hand on your back across over to your hip, and began to walk you towards the bed, leading you by your throat.

God. He knew how you fucking liked it then. You could feel your pussy get wetter as he roughly threw you down onto the middle of the bed and straddled your hips.

Finally, your kiss broke as he came up for air.

"God. Fuck. You're perfect." he murmured reverently. You could feel his dick pressing angrily against your thigh as he began to hump desperately against it. He gripped your hands and pinned them by your head.

He began to kiss along your jawline, going lower, past your ear, until he was at your neck. You let out a groan in tandem with him as he reached your sweet spot. His breath was hot as he began sucking and biting at it, nearly breaking the skin and drawing blood.

You hissed as he roughly bit into one spot, causing him to lean back slightly and pepper kisses onto it.

Even while he was being so rough with you, he was gentle, still worshipping your body as he took a bite out of it like Eve eating the apple in the Garden of Eden.

You let out a laugh as he began to groan in frustration, knowing that it wouldn't feel as good without you helping him.

"Fuck. Fuck, p-please. I want you, now, please." he whimpered.

"What, so you can't get off without me? That's so cute, really, Aomaris," you teased, "Let go of my arms and I'll help you, I promise."

He instantly let go of your arms and picked himself off of you. He sat up beside you and leaned down to kiss you in the forehead.

You pushed him down towards the headboard, but as he fell down, he grabbed your hips, making you fall with him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck once more, and he held you close, nuzzling your hair. You felt him smile and speak into your head.

"Your hair smells good."

"So you're glad I took a shower now?" you replied coyly.

"Shut up." he huffs.

"Make me."

He looks at you with a smirk before smashing his lips against yours again. It was lazy and romantic, the opposite of him, but it still felt just as perfect.

You lost track of how long you two were kissing. All you knew was that you stopped when he said, "You are wearing way too many fucking clothes right now. Fix it."

"So demanding," you sighed, "I thought you liked this dress. It looked like it turnt you on at th-"

You heard a tearing sound, then felt your nipples harden from the cold. He tore off the fucking dress.

"Aomaris!" you screeched, "Are you fucking kidding me?! This took forever to put on, and you just fucking tear it off?" What the fuck was point?

"Are you fucking du- nngh!" you moaned.

You hadn't noticed his fingers dancing down your skin, until they were pushing right up against of your clit.

"Didn't catch that, sorry. 'Too busy thinking about you sucking my dick." he said lazily.

His fingers quickened, and you could feel hot pleasure running through your core.

"F-fuck you! You're the one who was fucking- ahh, fuck- humping my leg like some b-bitch earlier!"

It was impossible to even get a sentence out with his fingers moving that fast.

A displeased look came into his eyes as you felt his enthrallment wash over you. "Oh yeah? Look at you. You're the one who's grinding on my fucking fingers like your trying to ride them. Get a fucking grip, slut."

God he was good with his fingers. It was one of the other things you trained him into. It was a long story, but it had to do with the Demon Lord, you and Aomaris and the throne, but your mind was too hazy to recall the whole thing.

In a haze of pleasure, you brought your hands up to your tits to play with them. "Yours. Y-your slut, Aomaris." you moaned desperately.

The original displeased look on his face was erased into a predatory one as his eyes flashed gold.

"Yeah, you're fucking right you are. You're mine. 'Never not gonna be mine. My girl." he groaned into your ear.

You could hear the squelching, wet sounds coming from your pussy as he began to lower his two fingers towards your entrance. He shoved them in without any resistance, as you arched your back and cried out.

Suddenly, he took his fingers out again quickly, and flipped you around, so that your back was resting against his chest and your tits facing outwards. You looked up and realised you were directly in front of the mirror in his room. His cock was big and hard, pressed against your lower back and ass.

He shoved his fingers back in and began to finger fuck you without abandon. He crooked his fingers slightly, so that every time he pushed the two of them inside you, they were pressed right up against your g-spot.

"Fuck, fuck! Please, ahhn! God! F-fuck, Aomaris!"

You felt him bite into your neck, lapping at the spot like he was desperate. As if it was a punishment.

"It's not fucking God who's making you cum, is it? So stop fucking crying about him, and focus on me, slut."

You couldn't get enough. Your hands dropped down from your tits, down to your clit. You were insatiable. Hungry. Hungry for him and his dick.

"Nghh! Fuck, Aomaris, Aomaris! It's so fucking- a-ah!"

You barely got a few strokes onto your wet clit, before he was ripping them up and around his neck.

"W-wha? No-no! Why'd you st- fuck! Please, please I need it! Need you!"

"Don't touch what's fucking mine. You're mine to touch, mine to lick, mine to fuck. Don't do it yourself."

He lowered one of his own hands down to your clit, all while keeping up the incredibly fast pace with the fingers still roughly fucking inside you.

And fuck, did it feel good. However, you knew something that would feel even better.

You smirked as you turned up your own enthrallment. You made it so that even the lightest touch on his cock would make him seconds away from cumming.

"Nngh! Fuck, fuck! Wha-?" His fingers paused and you took advantage of it. You turned down the enthrallment slightly, and reached up with the hands that were placed around Aomaris' neck by himself, and roughly gripped his horns.

"A-anh! Fuck, please! Fuck!" he moaned gutteringly. The moan came from deep down inside him as he threw his head back, and tears began to gather in his eyes from the sensitivity.

"Gotcha." You said coyly.

He gasped and roughly gripped you by the hips, burying his head into your neck.

"F-fuck you," he grunted abruptly.

You picked yourself up and turned round in his lap. "You thought that you could hump my leg like some bitch in heat and then call me a slut? You need something to keep you in line, and I have the perfect idea, slut."

All he could do was look up at you with a flushed face and hazy, dumbed eyes, and nod along with whatever was coming from your mouth.

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Aomaris glanced down at you from the pillows his head was resting on. He had no idea how long you had been between his legs anymore, all he knew was that it felt fucking amazing, then when he was about to cum his brains out, it all stopped.

He couldn't move his hands from above his head. They were tied above him with some sort of magic, what spell it was he didn't know.

All he could think of was you. You were so, so mean to him when you first put your hands around his dick, slapping him across the face and telling him how dumb he was.

Now, well, you were being nicer, brushing away the seemingly endless flow of tears that came from his eyes and sometimes even perching up from your throne between his thighs, and climbing up his body to place kisses on his lips, neck, cheeks, nose, whatever.

He still wouldn't push you though, he knew better.

He groaned weakly as you wrapped your hands around his dick again. He felt your enthrallment washing over him in waves, down into his lower stomach.

"Aomaris, hey. One last one OK? It's only one more, you're being so, so good for me."

He grunted in pleasure, as he nodded in agreement, unable to form words. He felt more tears run down his cheeks from his eyes, as your wrapped your mouth around his cock.

You swallowed him down, close to the bottom of his dick, and began to lave your tongue around him.

Aomaris wasn't sure if there was a god out there before tonight, but now he had suspicions that it was you.

You sped up, taking down even more of him with every push of you mouth. He could hear the slurping and gagging sounds coming from you as you deep throated him. It was messy, gutteral and sexy, and it only served to please him more.

All he could make out when he looked down was your head, quickly bobbing up and down, impressively swallowing down his cock.

He could feel his dick twitching in oversensitivity as he felt his orgasm approaching.

And God, it was so, so tempting not to tell you that he was about to cum, but he knew that he would be punished much more harshly than this if he came without your permission.

"N-ngh, fuck, fu- gonna cum! Please, please, please! Need it! Plea- a-anh, fuck!" he moaned in ecstasy. The pleasure was ripped from him, however, when you abruptly lifted you mouth off from him.

"N-no! P-please! You s-said I was being good, please!" he pleaded desperately.

He was huffing and crying out of frustration, when you moved yourself up and kissed him on his hairline, gently calming him down from the overstimulation of your edging.

"You still there, Aomaris?"

He heard your voice and lifted his head up to try and spot you face out of everything else that was playing in front of his eyes.

"W-what?"

"I'm right here, don't worry, Aomaris, love."

His eyes shot open. That would waken him up more than his true name ever could. He felt himself become more aware of his surroundings, all because of one fucking word.

"What did you call me? What did you say, p-please?"

His eyes found yours and found an embarrassed and shocked look on your face. He was sure he looked the exact same. It's a look he rarely ever seen on your face. You were always so cool and calm, so that's how he knew he wasn't dreaming of this. This wasn't one of the stupid fantasies that played out in his head.

He was about to ask again, when he felt your hands lightly brush up against one of his horns, and he moaned again, reminding him of his current position.

"I think you've learnt your lesson now, slut." you said with a smirk in your tone.

He could smell the sweat and sex that was most definitely coming from him.

"H-how long were we..." He trailed off.

You gave him a pitying look and placed your hand on his cheek, something that he appreciated and nuzzled into.

"An hour. 30 minutes for each time you called me a slut."

That surprised him. He had lost track of time, to be fair.

"However, I do think you've learnt your lesson." you murmured.

He felt the bindings on his wrists vanish, and he slowly but surely, lifted himself up to face you.

"Do you need a break? Water or anything?" you questioned.

He felt a smile grow on his face as he looked at you and shook his head. He must've been a real sight, you were looking pretty concerned.

You smiled slightly and rested a palm against his face once again. He picked it up and gently placed kisses onto it, leading down until he got to your pulse.

Looking back at you, he realised that there was something he wanted, something he needed.

You. He needed to be inside you, now. It's always been you, it'll always be you.

He gently pulled you forward by your wrist until your lips met his. You smiled slightly against his lips.

"I'm surprised your still pretty horny. I didn't let you cum at all." you mused against his lips.

At the sound of your voice, the kiss grew more passionate. He gripped your hips and began to lower you push down towards the bed, until you placed a hand on his chest, signalling him to stop.

"What? Is everything OK?" He asked worriedly.

You looked at him with a smile in your eyes as you pushed him back toward the headboard. "You're exhausted, Aomaris. Let me do this for you, you've been so good for me." you said softly.

When he thought he couldn't get any hotter, he felt a blush form on his cheeks from you. Knowing that he could say no more, he pushed himself back towards the headboard and gave you a simple," Um, yeah. S-sure...OK."

You smirked and straddled his hips. You grabbed his hard, sensitive dick again, and moved it below your entrance. You felt him shiver when you ran your pussy over it, then groan roughly as you began to push it in.

As a gutteral moan came from him, a hiss came from you. Fuck. You forgot how big he was. Not only was it long, it was thick too. Perfect was a better word for it, just like him.

However, when you tried to push it in, you were only met with pain and resistance. As you began to groan in frustration and pain, he lifted you up by your hips.

"Hey," he looked at you, concerned, "You OK?"

" 'S fine, just... y' know." You murmured. You couldn't bring yourself to say it.

Realisation dawned on his face as he looked down to your pussy, where 2 or 3 inches were only barely pushed in.

"Oh, shit." he said, and lifted you up off of him.

"Hey, I told you it's fine. Just give me a minute." You protested.

He gave you an unimpressed look and quickly flipped the two of you around. In what could only have been a second, he was pressed in between your thighs, with one hand trapping your hip, and the other wrapped around that stupid fucking band on your thigh.

You'd forgotten all about it.

He looked up at you. You were laying on the pillows he was crying on only minutes ago.

He smirked at you, and replaced the hand on your thigh with his teeth.

"Aomaris, wai-"

He ripped the band off with his teeth, and with it still in his mouth, flung it across the room to the wall.

You looked at him in shock, before huffing out a laugh. "You must really hate me wearing clothes, you prick! That's the second thing you've ripped off of me. There was metal on that band, y'know!"

He gazed up at you hungrily, before plunging 2 fingers into your tight pussy again. You let out a blissful moan. You could feel him smirk against your thigh before kissing his way softly up you thigh, right up to your clit.

Just like his dick, his fingers were also long and thick. A perfect substitute.

You could've spent hours going into every little detail of his body, but from how fast he was moving his fingers, you doubted you'd be able to think in a few minutes, let alone last a few hours.

You started moaning desperately, as his mouth closed down onto your clit, and started sucking on it like he was a man starved.

God. It was so hot. You could smell the sex coming off in waves from the both of you. Your cheeks were flushed, and only grew redder as you found his eyes still gazing into yours, all the way down from your swollen clit.

His fingers picked up speed and began thrusting even harder into you. Fuck. Your hands rushed down and gripped him by his hair. You felt one of your hands brush lightly against one of his horns, and he moaned in delight, the vibrations on you clit causing your back to arch violently.

You heard the bed beginning to creak, and looked down to see him grinding into the bed. You smirked in exasperation. It seemed like pleasing you was pleasing him just as well.

As a sort of reward, he gave you another one of his fingers, 3 now inside of you. He crooked the 3 of them, just like he had earlier, pushing right against your g-spot.

You gasped in ecstasy and threw your head back, as you felt heat rising in you stomach, building up steadily. His tongue began to move on your clit desperately.

"Fuck, fuck! Aomaris, gonna make me cum, a-anh!"

You brought one of your hands up to your tits, teasing around your nipples. You could feel your orgasm approaching, and honestly, you were scared you wouldn't survive the strength of it.

"Aomaris, fuck! I love- love your mouth!"

You felt him pause, before withdrawing his mouth and fingers. You were too busy groaning in frustration to notice him leaning back to sit onto his knees, too busy groaning to notice the gutteral expression of shock and adoration on his face.

Just as you were about to hypocritally look down and reprimand him for stopping, he leaned towards you, gripped you by your thigh, threw it over his shoulder, and shoved his dick into you.

The both of you moaned deeply in unison as he filled you up. The way he kept your leg on his shoulder as he began to fuck into you, only served you better, as it allowed him to reach deeper inside your tight cunt than you'd ever be able to touch yourself.

You felt him use his enthrallment on you once more, as you clenched around his cock. You were to far gone to even pay any sort of attention to the slight pain that still came from his thick cock stretching you out, even after 3 of his fingers.

He was only able to fuck into you faster, deeper, as you wrapped your other leg around his waist. He kept himself held up by his arms, as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

You could feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of him, grinding against your hot cunt with every rough thrust. And it felt heavenly. You could feel yourself slipping, falling deeper and deeper into the haze of pleasure.

He lifted himself up onto one arm, and gripped your hair with his now free hand, forcing your eyes towards his.

"Oh, fuck, your pussy's so good. 'Can't get enough of you. Need you so bad." he grunted.

All you could do was moan desperately, and grind your hips into his in response.

You could see and hear everything, the sweat on his skin and your stringy pre-cum keeping the two of you connected, even when he thrusted backwards, your skin slapping together every time he fucked into you, the squelching that was coming from your cunt with every movement, the moans and grunts coming from the two of you out of pleasure. Everything.

You could feel the tip of his dick slamming deeply into your cervix, amplyfying the pleasure for the both of you. You could feel yourself clenching down around him, and hear every gutteral moans that sounded from him each time.

You felt his adoring stare burning deep into your soul. You returned his gaze, for a while, until you reached up and gripped his horns, and turned on your enthrallment, causing him to tighten the hand in your hair, and grunt roughly.

He looked at you once more, before smashing his lips onto yours. You returned the kiss passionately, pushing your tongue into his mouth, as he moaned in approval.

You could feel his rhythm begin to falter as he began to fuck you desperately, searching down his orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! I need to, P-please, nghh! Let me cum inside, please, I need it!" he moaned quickly into your mouth.

You felt yourself get closer and closer with every thrust. There wasn't any order to how the two of you fucked anymore, humping desperately against eachother, like you'd die if you didn't cum at that second, which you weren't sure wouldn't happen anyway.

"What, you want me to have your kids or some shit? 'See me all big with them inside me, Aomaris? You want to settle down and make me your wife, or some shit that, huh?"

His dick only twitched and grew faster in your hot cunt. He rested his forehead down onto yours and kissed you deeply.

"Holy fuck, don't you fucking dare say things like that if you don't mean them. Don't m-mess with me like that with my dick still inside you."

You huffed out a laugh, before it quickly turned into a moan from him taking the hand from your hair, and reaching down to stroke your sensitive clit with it.

You felt tears gather and slip down from your eyes as you screamed from the pleasure. You could feel your orgasm building up from your lower stomach, flowing down to your clit.

"Aomaris, p-please! God! C-cumming, fuck, fuck!" you screamed dumbly in ecstasy.

You felt it wash over you like a bucket of water. It erupted from inside you, coming down from inside your pussy, sticking onto his cock and clenching onto it. He didn't stop whileyou were cumming, chasing down his own.

You pulled your lips back onto his, and he finally came inside you. He started moaning like a bitch and thrusted deeper than ever inside of you, making sure you got all of it. You could feel his hot cum filling up your walls and slipping out of your cunt.

He gave one last groan and shiver as he finally pulled out of you, pulling back from your lips, and staring deep into your eyes once again. He knew he couldn't stay away from you for long, and brought his lips lazily back onto yours.

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Aomaris wasn't sure how long he'd stayed laying on top of you, before finally picking himself up and running the two of you a bath. After making sure the water was hot enough, he walked back into his bedroom, picked you up from the bed, and carried you into the bath.

He was certain you were halfway asleep until he placed you gently into the water. You startled slightly, before he calmed you and got in behind you, resting your back against his chest.

He picked up a body wash that he knew you liked the smell of, (something fruity and relaxing, he couldn't read the label) and poured it onto a sponge, before ever-so-gently washing your sensitive skin with hands which had harmed so many.

You leaned back into his chest as he nuzzled along your neck with kisses, soothing and kissing away any marks that he'd left there, before softly lifting your leg by the achillies, and gently scrubbing away at any sweat left there. He repeated the favor for the other leg, then, he turned your face towards his by your chin, and kissed you, lovingly.

He wanted to take his time with you, not wanting to harm you, even though he knew well that nothing could break you down. He looked back at you after a while, with his lips still dangerously close to yours, and murmured something that you'd never, ever forget, no matter how long you'd live.

"I think I love you."

You paused. Love wasn't something that was for either of your kind. But maybe, if this was love that you felt towards him, it wasn't as bad as others said it was.

You turned round in his lap, and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. You lathered it into your hands before gently scrubbing it into his head. You were extra-careful around his sensitive horns, something he was appreciative of, and smiled softly when he shivered as you scratched his hair.

You gently rinsed it all out of his hair once you were certain you'd gotten the scent of sweat and sex out of it.

You picked yourself up and climbed carefully out of the bath. Once you got out and dried yourself off, turned back toward him to see him resting lazily in the bath, gazing at you preciously.

"What?" you questioned.

He smiled gently up at you, laughed silently, and simply shook his head with a smile in his eyes, before copying you, and climbing out of the bath to dry himself off.

You stepped back to give him space, and admired his body. He didn't look real. He was like a statue of some Greek God someone had crafted in the human world. Like someone would've had to take the utmost care into creating a body like that. Which he did, you supposed.

Adonis, was a good word for it.

He looked up at you after drying himself, and smirked.

"'You ready? Or are you just gonna keep on staring?"

You huffed, exasperated. He laughed, then smiled at you, before taking your hand and leading you out of the bathroom.

He walked you toward the bed and sat you down on it, before walking away.

"Where are you going?"

"You really can't wait for a second, can you?" He jested.

You watched as he picked up the bag from earlier. Your present.

He held it tightly, making sure you couldn't guess what it was. He moved up towards the headboard, sat down, leaned back, pulled the covers over his waist, and held his arms out, expecting you to come towards him.

You couldn't just deny him when he had a present waiting for you, could you?

You crawled up under the covers in between his legs, as he wrapped his arms snugly around your middle. You could sense that the both of you were smiling.

And as you took the bag out of his hands and opened it, you could feel your own one grow.

"Chocolate cake." you murmured. Your favourite.

"And two forks." he said coyly.

You rolled your eyes and grinned as you took it out of the bag and opening up the packaging, before resting it onto your thighs. You both plunged your forks into the cake at the same time and took a piece out of it for eachother.

You turned towards him, and held your fork out for him to take a bite out of.

"No," he grinned, "You first."

He placed one hand on your cheek, and held out his own fork for you to take a bite out of.

You smiled tiredly, and took a bite. It was perfect. Everything was perfect. You leaned back into his chest, just like you had in the bath and thought, once again, that if this was love, you were now certain of what you were looking for in your future.

This. This is what you'd always been looking for.

#seduce me the otome #aomaris #Seduce me the otome Sam #seduce me sam

[incubae-fics]

Bitter [AU!Aomaris]

Pairing: AU!Sam x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst, darkish imagery

A/N: I told you I would continue. Also I love sam ;-; where is he. short n meh. I’ll have more shit later lol

It sounded like it was raining. He couldn’t be too sure though. It sounded like rain was pouring against.. glass? It had been so long since he was somewhere with glass windows so that was why he was so confused.

His usual response to being caught off guard was to get up and fight. Grab his nearest dagger or anything and just knock their fucking teeth in for trying him but.. he wasn’t doing that? He felt... secure here. There was no need to fight and.. well, it felt like someone was laying on him? 

A soft sigh was heard, the breath of it hitting the side of his neck, “We really should get up.. it’s at least lunch time now..”

Her voice is so nice to him- soft and thick with sleep. He doesn’t know who she is but.. he feels.. happy to have her near. He feels as if he had been waiting all his life for something like this. Or at least months of agonizing 

“Mhm.. you’re so warm though, haha..”, she speaks again, breath warm against his skin.

Without thinking, he presses her close. He feels her smile in response and his heart feels like it’s going to fly out of his chest. She squeezes back and it makes him feel so tingly. His nerves are on fire- no, his whole body is, but in a good way. Not in the way he’s used to fire lapping at his skin.

He wants to say something- to profess something that he feels deep within his bones- down to his very core. She beats him to it, however.

With the softest sigh he’s ever heard, she says, “I love you, Aomaris..”

He shudders at the sound of his name on her tongue. He can’t see her, but he can feel her. He feels so lucky- so very blessed- what is this? Who is this? Why is she killing him so very sweetly- how can she love such a monster?

How is he so comfortable like this? Chest bare and vulnerable, back against something.. soft? He wonders if he’s laying on a bed, but how is that? He hasn’t had one since he was a child..

“Aomaris..”, she says again, and he shudders all the same. It’s so soft.. so very loving..

He basks in it- soaks it all up. He craves for more, struggles to force his mouth to speak as she lets out a small laugh.

“C’mon.. let’s get some food. I’m starving.”

He feels her start to move, and once more, he pulls her closer. This gains him another laugh and he feels so complete somehow. This feels like everything he has ever yearned for and more. It feels like things have fallen into place. There is no more fighting just to be able to breathe for a bit longer. No constant worry for his brothers safety- no more looking behind his back to see who else is trying to come for his head. His body does not ache. There are no open gashes or caked blood.

There is only her. Her in this dim room, with cool sheets and soft fabric. Her warmth and her sweet scent- something like fruits and flowers. A fine mist mixture. The rain continues to poor and he wishes to lay here forever.. please-

“Aomaris we-..”, she is cut off and then her voice fades. He can’t hear her- he can’t feel her. She should be here- she should-

Burning against his back is what causes him to stir. It is dead silent and his limbs feel heavy. His eyes blearily open, and at first all he sees is a stained stone floor. Dried blood decorates it in disgusting splattered patterns. Claw marks accent it here and there.

Above him lay his arms, shackled and connected to chains in the floor. They are rusted and ragged, dents here and there from when he got close to breaking the old metal.

His throat feels raw and gross with each breath he forces out.

Breathe- It was a dream-

A dream 

His chest feels heavy- it is a pain he isn’t used to. He doesn’t know of any low power spell that can numb it. It hurts worse than anything he’s felt before. He wonders if someone caved his chest in while he slept.

That would be preferable. He wanted to have a name to this pain- he wanted a reason, someone to blame other than himself. Who the hell was he anyway?

What kind of monster would ever be granted any sort of freedom? Love? Who would ever love such a bastard? A gruesome demon with a long track record to match?

He has to force his eyes shut and grit his teeth. He will not cry here- he just fucking won’t.

He won’t allow any tears to fall onto this stone floor ever again.

So he presses his face into the hard and cold surface, forcing his breathing to stay even no matter how much it hurts him to. 

He considers himself lucky that no one is around or even awake to hear his small sounds of misery. The rough grunts to bite his lips shut- the blood dripping onto the floor that follows suit.

He considers slamming his head into the ground to knock himself out, but he doesn’t go through with it. He doesn’t know how long it’s been since he passed out. He doesn’t know how long Izroul has been without food and water.

So he goes through the motions. He shoves this misery away- deep into his core, where he let it fester on it’s own.

To this day, no one knows of how he broke on that stone floor. Surrounded in his own drying blood..

His teeth had clacked against each other, making him bite his own tongue. He hissed in irritation. How dare she-

“You asshole! Who the fuck do you think you are?! Touch me again and I swear I’ll fucking knock your teeth down your throat!”

Her voice- it’s enough to make him freeze for a solid second before glaring back a her. He’d come to regret what he’d done then, and all the things he said after, but for the moment.. he let that pain resurface. She wouldn’t know.. not then..

He wasn’t even aware he’d let it out.

He always said he was a rotten bastard of a demon..

She comes to disagree..

#seduce me sam #sam incubus #aomaris #aomaris incubus #seduce me otome #seduce me the otome #seducemetheotome #seduce me the demon war #aomaris x you #my angery bby #im SORRY #im the worst #ari writes #fics

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Type: Fluff, headcannon

Pairings: Matthew x Reader, Sam x Reader, James x Reader, Erik x Reader, Damien x Reader

TW: None

Summary: How I think that boys would ask you to marry them

Words: 766

James:

He romances you all day, you don’t know you’re going to get proposed to, you just think he’s being very lovey-dovey.

It to ends with an amazing dinner and James getting on one knee to propose to you.

—

You rubbed the sand out of your eyes and looked up at your boyfriend who held an endearing smile on his face.

“James.. breakfast in bed?”

He sits beside you and sets the tray up, your favorite breakfast foods lay across it.

“Breakfast fit for a queen,” he kisses the top of your head. “My queen.”

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Erik:

It’s sickly sweet, it’s a proposal tailored to you and only you. It’s filled with your favorite finger foods, your favorite colors, your favorite scent is in the air, and only your dearest friends are there to witness it.

You of course said yes, why wouldn’t you? Seeing all of your favorite things in one place just proved how much he pays attention. How much he loves and adores you.

But as your friends will begin to tell, the experience was weird for them but they’re very happy you’re together.

—

“Oh my goodness, he even put out pomegranates..”

“Pom-pomegranates-! she doesn’t even know she likes pomegranates! How does he know that!?”

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Sam:

He’s so hard on himself about being a good man for you, of course he would go above and beyond (with the help of his brothers) to give you the best night of your life and dance with you while all the stars in the sky watched.

He would sing softly to himself, a song that brought you both closer together. He’d hold your hands gently as if you would break if he squeezed any tighter. He’d stare into your eyes like you were his entire life, his only meaning.

And in a way, you were.

—

Your eyes twinkle looking at the stars above you, amazed at what you were witnessing. “S-Sam I-“

“Shh..”

Sam- no.. Aomaris. Placed his hand gently on your chin, lifting your face to meet his eyes. He pulled you closer as he slowly spun you around.

“Just look at me, because from this day forward I swear I’m all you’ll ever need.”

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Matthew:

He thought out how he was going to do it for weeks, months even, but all of that planning flew out the window one night where he and his brothers decided to go drinking and you had to pick him up from the bar.

In his drunken state as he watched you get him ready for bed the words just spilled out of his mouth.

—

“Marry me.”

“Huh?” You asked, removing his alcohol smelling shirt and throwing it into a corner of the room to be dealt with later.

Matthew stood up to be face-to-face with you, he wobbled on his feet and wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in the coop of your neck.

“Marry me. I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you. I need to be more than just your boyfriend, I need to be more than just your husband, I need you. I would die for you. Please marry me…”

You could feel your shoulder dampening from his tears as his words drifted off and he pressed his entire weight on you. You almost fell backwards before stapling yourself and pushing him back into bed. He fell asleep.

—

Damien:

It was a scavenger hunt, early one morning he woke you up only to disappear leaving nothing but a note, it was a hint to the next note and another one after that.

He made sure to not ask his brothers for help writing the notes. He wanted you to see how much he improved with his hand writing and reading skills.

He leads you all around town, all around your house, only to end up back in your bedroom where you started. Damien sitting on your bed with a ring in his hand.

—

“There you are, I’ve been waiting“ he teased, standing up to greet you.

You watched with tears in your eyes as he got down on one knee. The day had been a roller coaster of emotions. Your boyfriend, now fiancé, lend you down a rabbit hole of memories. Some sad, most happy, all meaningful. All of it to end with you both back in each other's arms where you belonged.

“Yes! Yes I’ll marry you! Yes!!”

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James  /  Raestrao

To New Beginnings

Summary - When preparing for their mini–New Year’s Party for Y/N and the boys, Sam drinks all the drinks leaving James and Y/N to walk to the store but when she has a huge crush on him, will the new year bring new love?

The Jealous Cold Shoulder

Summary - James has been acting cold and distant towards Y/N and their sick of it. He was their best friend. The one they always wanted to talk to and their determined to get to the bottom of this, Will things get worse if they call him out on it?

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Erik  /  Uzaeris

The Hottest Hot Chocolate

Summary - Set in the holidays / Christmas season,  Erik and Y/N go to the maid café for some Christmas hot chocolate and to make some Christmas wishes, but is Erik hiding something? When Y/N hears a crash upstairs she runs to investigate. 

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Sam  /  Aomaris

Christmas Decorating

Summary -  When the boys and Y/N finally get around to decorating for Christmas this year, nothing will stop Y/N and Sam having some Christmas fun in the snow!

Troubled

Summary – Y/N had troubled teen years spent in and out of the back of cop cars until she meets the boys. They help her turn her life around but when her cop-boyfriend’s co-workers judge her for her past, it’s a little over whelming. - Warning very serious subject matter

Part 1

Part 2

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Matthew  /  Zecaeru

Second Thoughts

Summary -  In the spirit of the holidays, Y/N convinces Matthew to go skating together but when they run into an old ‘friend’, does Y/N have second thoughts about Matthew?

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Damien  /  Izroul

Getaway

Summary - On the run up the holidays, life has been tense for Y/N and Damien. With family pressures and the pleasure of the big Christmas money grab for company on Damien’s shoulders and after having their first huge fight the two decide to go on a weekend getaway to spend some time together.

"I need you"

Summary – Y/N’s relationship with her father is strained at best as he pressures her continually about their family company, luckily for her she has her boyfriends shoulder to cry on.

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Diana  /   Ezaeur

Snuggling in the dark

Summary - As the festive season is coming to an end, Y/N gets sick and Diana’s working in the Abyssal Planes, one phone call is enough to send her right back home to look after her sick Y/N.

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Other:

Crushes - Part 3 to @ashleylovessmto and @loveisafunnything​‘s first and second parts

Summary - After Y/N and Sam agree to go on their first date at the café, things don’t go their way as more and more things keep coming up as they become busier and busier, and with a sick Matthew on her hands, will Y/N finally find time for their date? 

“I think I love him”

Summary – At one of Anderson Toy’s company parties, Y/N finally comes to terms with falling in love with one of her roommates and opens up to the house’s mind reader.

Cat Ears

Summary – Y/N finds a pair of cat ears online and after waiting weeks for them to come, they finally arrive but when people have some things to say about them, the boys can’t let it slide.

Friends

Summary – Y/N has a close friend who goes to another school so they rarely get to see each other. Luckily for them today is one of those amazing days where they do. However when they meet the boys for the first time it all goes a little wrong…

Late Night Training - (Shadow x Reader)

Summary – Shadow and Y/N have been training together for sometime now. However Y/N’s been developing some pretty new kinds of feelings for him. Up late at night, kept awake by her thoughts of him, things get pretty interesting.

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True Name [Repost]

Rating: Teen Pairing: Sam/Aomaris x Reader Summary: Malix captures the Reader. She calls for help in a way no one expects. Warnings: Sign Language, swearing, this isn’t how summoning magic works in this universe, but... well, here we are. Notes: Originally written for Seduce Me September 2018. Reposting here for my own records.

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You couldn’t scream, there wasn’t even a point of them gagging you. Other than breathing, no sound could come from your throat. No screaming, no yelling, not even to plead for life, no sound could come to your rescue, or to your comfort.

Sounds, however, continued around you. Full, throaty laughter rang in your ears, some low chuckling and some high pitched cackling. It hurt your ears, not that your captors noticed or cared.

Malix, the leader of this demon gang, approached you, his psychotic grin showing a menacing toothy smirk.

“Well, well, little bitch. We meet again.” If his grin went any higher, you could swear his lip would split from stretching so far, “and those pretty boys ain’t around to protect your sorry ass. I almost feel sympathy for ‘ya. A little girl with no one around to protect her or come to her rescue. It’s quite tragic, really.”

The devil knelt in front of you, one hand holding his gun under your chin, the other slipping the gag from your mouth. The rope around your wrists behind your back remained, however.

“No peep from you? Not even begging for your pathetic life? You’re either brave, or incredibly, and I mean, incredibly, stupid. My money’s on the latter.”

The devils surrounding you chuckled at your expense. All you could do is glare at the devil in front of you.

“Hmph, suit yourself, girlie. I’ve got better things to do than babysit you all day while you give me the silent treatment.” He spun the cylinder on his gun. “I could kill you now and leave your corpse for your precious pretty boys to find, or I could torture you until you finally do screech. It’s all quite tempting.”

You could feel cold sweat running down your neck. Was this really the end? Dying or tortured to death?

Closing your eyes, half tempted to cry, you took in a shaky breath. There has to be something you could do, to find some way to get away.

Yet, of all the things to think about, all you could think about was Sam. How he was continually frustrated with you that you (wouldn’t, until he found out you couldn’t) talk to him, how Damien continually interpreted your thoughts for the rest of the group. Sam more often talked at you more than to you, but your last memory with him had touched you in a way that hadn’t before.

He signed to you. Not just that, he told you his name. His true name.

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He was furiously looking away from you, as you were about to go out for the day. Maybe Sam knew something that you didn’t, but he wouldn’t say a word about what was bothering him. Instead, he had grabbed your upper arm to get your attention.

“Hey,” he said in his usual gruff voice, the embarrassment quite clear on his face, “before you go, there’s something I want to tell you.”

You nodded, giving him your full attention. At least he could understand yes and no from the shake of your head.

“James..” he started, “taught me a little bit, and I…. I wanted you to… to know my true name.”

He stepped back so you could see him fully, his hand coming to his chest.

“My.” He said, looking at you as he speaks.

His hands then extended, his index and middle fingers coming together on both hands, tapping them together while forming an x with his extended digits.

“Name.”

You were entranced, as if under a spell watching him as he, a little clumsily, fingerspelled his name. It was like the signs were locking themselves into your mind.

“…is Aomaris.”

—————

Soon, before you knew it, your fingers were moving on their own, slowly spelling the name with your tied hands. Something that the other devils took notice of.

“Malix,” one hissed, “the girl is doing something weird with her hands back here.”

“What, are you doing some ninja magic bullshit?” Malix stood, snickering as he looked at your tied hands. “That kinda stuff doesn’t work in the human world, sweethear-” Malix stopped, as if he recognized what it was your hands were doing.

“Signing!?” He laughed, “now that’s rich, girlie! Maybe I should blow your hands off so that you can-!”

It was ironic that the last sign of Sam’s name was a closed fist. As your pinky receded from the I to form the fisted S, wind picked up around the warehouse and blinding light soon filled the space, pushing back any devils that had surrounded you. Next thing you knew, a fist pounded against Malix’s face and he flew back, grunting in pain and landing against the far wall with a hard thud.

In his place was a familiar shock of brown hair, green and white vest, and a sharp toothy smirk.

“Well, well, Malix. Guess whose here to send your devil ass back to hell where it belongs?”

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Feels Just Like Home

Story Summary: Feelings arise for James and Sam as Mika and (Y/N) can’t hide in denial forever. One night the boys decide that enough is enough as they both make their move on them. What goes from a romantic evening, full of laughter and fun turns into chaos leaving (Y/N) in fear.

Word Count:2,037

Characters:

·               James – Reastrao

·               Sam – Aomaris

·               Mika x James

·               (Y/N) x Sam

Trigger Warning: Fear of water and water fights.

AN: This one-shot is mostly based around the boy’s feelings for the girls and vice versa as they go through there daily lives living with incubus.

Link to song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnnXLZa1Nbs

Funny how it turns out That everything can change What I feel right now Is not the same as yesterday

The girls were interrupted when they heard a fleet of elephants enter the lobby. They pop their heads out of the living room to see the incubi enter. Two of the incubi in particular caught the girl’s attentions, the gentlemen, James for Mika and the brute, Sam for (Y/N).

There’s more than I imagined Deep inside my heart Emotions that I never knew And this is just the start

As they caught them staring at them the boys winked back which made them blush and scurry away back to the living room as they got caught. The incubi loved living under the same roof with the Anderson girls. Both of them have been generous, kind, and supportive while they adjust to human life. But, James and Sam loved it for those reasons, but they cared about the girls on a deeper level than their brothers. Every day they got to see Mika and (Y/N) in their natural state. James would help Mika around the house with basic chores while Sam has been a sparing partner in the front yard which usually ends with some play fighting. One day the boys finally got to be alone with them.

So many things I've been missing Not watching but, that was all in the past

Now I realize There's so much more to learn, I'm ready for the world Not scared of letting go

It’s been a couple of days since the girls were avoiding the incubi. Alas, it was one night when Mika and James were in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes. Mika could feel James staring at her but she kept her head down at the soapy water to hide her flushed face. Ever since James and his brothers have come to the human world, Mika got attached to James very quickly. They bonded over the fact that they were being pressured into something that they didn’t want. Mika with the Anderson Toy company and James with being the heir for the demon world. She was lost in her thoughts when James sneakily splashed her with water.

“James!” she screeches as she feels the hot water on her arm, he hears his hearty laugh as she playfully pushes him back, “I can’t believe that you did that! You caught me off guard.”

“Sorry Miss, it was just so tempting. You were standing there, and I had to do something to gain your attention.” He smirked down at her small form.  

“Well, Mr. Perfect I’m going to have to step up my game then,” Mika goes to grab the kitchen towel and snaps it on his ass. James yelps as he looks back at Mika with his golden eyes.

“Are you sure you want to play that game, love?” He creeps closer to her as he quickly pulls her into him. She leans into his touch as she looks up at the incubus eyes and her whole-body shudders with excitement.

Now I realize There's so much more to feel And my heart knows it's real The part of me, so long forgotten, Is calling, and this feels like home Home, home, feels just like home (Feels just like home)

As Mika and James were cleaning up dinner and probably themselves, (Y/N) and Sam excused themselves to go spar outside. (Y/N)’s goofy grin was all the incubus could remember as she was boasting about his strength at dinner was enough to make Sam melt right then and there. He never showed this side to anyone but her as he had a reputation to hold with his brothers.

As Sam was living with the two girls he made sure to keep his walls up so that he could focus on training and getting the hell out of there. Mika, the older sister got attached to James which he scoffed at. He didn’t have time for love as he is on a mission.  

“Come on! Is that all you got!” Sam cheered her on as she made sure to block his incoming moves and strike when he was open. Heavy breathing and panting was heard from the both of them as Sam was not holding back in this fight. He made sure not to hurt her with his strength, but she was improving from the previous weeks.

Learning how to smile again Free to show my heart Knowing I can face the things That used to seem too hard

She finally had an opening and she took it. Smirking as his eyes went wide as she tackled him onto to grass with her on top of him.

“So, how’s that.” She panted as she held his arms over his head.

“Um, that’s very well done but you forgot one thing.” His green eyes gazed into her brown ones.

She cocked her head to the side, What thin-”

(Y/N) couldn’t finish as she was now flipped over with Sam on top holding her hands over her head. He leaned down to feel his hot breath on her skin. She laughed as Sam was showing off but inside he was a blushing mess.  

I look inside your eyes and see A different part of me What I didn't know I want in life You're everything I need

“You’re such a dork.” She panted out as he could feel her breathing. She looked up at Sam as she saw him blush. Sam has never seen anything as beautiful as her in this moment. Her face was red and puffy as beads of sweat ran down her face. Her brown hair was sticking to her sweaty face as he reached up to tuck a strand around her ear. She blushed due to the contact that Sam was giving her.  She pretended to struggle as she knew that he was enjoying the view. A few minutes of comfortable silence went by before Sam spoke again.  

So many things I've been missing Not watching but, that was all in the past

Now I realize There's so much more to learn, I'm ready for the world Not scared of letting go

“Please, stop smiling at me like that. I’m not sure what will happen if you keep doing that.”

“Oh, like what?” she challenged as she batted her eyelashes in front of him.

“You know what, you, doofus.” He gave a coy smile back at her, “Come on, let me help you up. You kicked my ass in training, and you look like you need help.” He offered his sweaty hand as she accepted with a smile.  

“Oh, is that a complement that I hear? From the dork himself” she teased him as he ruffled his hair with his other hand.

“Oi!” he cursed as he pulled her hand so that she would trip and fall into his chest causing a girlish scream to escape her lips.

“You tripped me on purpose! You jerk!” she puffed out her cheeks which almost caused him to buckle his knees.

“Nooo,” he sang as he slowly wrapped his arms around her as they make their way back inside.  

Now I realize There's so much more to feel And my heart knows it's real The part of me, so long forgotten, Is calling, and this feels like home Home, home, it feels just like home (Feels just like home)

As (Y/N) and Sam entered the house they heard sounds of a water fight that was coming from the kitchen. Curiosity was their enemy as they crept towards the noise. What they saw shocked the two of them. (Y/N) had a deadly fear of water as she remembered the feeling of the cold liquid on her skin. Just relaying that memory, she started to panic on the inside. Despite her fear she had to save their water, the bill is going to be expensive!

In front of them they saw the water seep from the tap as Mika was throwing a wet sponge at James laughing when she made contact. Her white shirt and jean shorts were soaked as James had his shirt off as the both of them were slipping and sliding due to the overflow of water. They were so concentrated on each other than they didn’t see (Y/N) make her way to turn off the tap as she wanted to save water. Man, as the responsible one she is slacking. (Y/N) thought.  

Right from the start, been friends forever But somehow we're meant to be together

I feel like you show me How to find my way home

 As Sam observed the situation, he smirked as he saw (Y/N) trudge her way to the sink. He found it funny to see James let go for once in his life. He needed someone like Mika to balance him out. James was always away from his brothers, so he never knew how to have fun. As the water battle continued James sneaked up with a bucket of water that he was making his way to (Y/N) without realizing it.

Sam shouted over the sounds of laughter, “Oi! Doofus! Look out!”

Before she could turn her head to acknowledge him they all turned shocked to Sam’s incoming voice, but it was too late..

Now I realize, feels just like home (Feels just like home) Feels just like home (Feels just like home) Feels like home

A girlish scream echoed around the kitchen as her whole outfit was covered with water. Her breathing was rapid as she couldn’t move due to the shock and how cold the water was. Sam with a rapid need to keep her safe was next to her very quickly. They could hear all actions stop as James was apologizing under the sun. As Mika started to panic as she didn’t mean to let this slip that far.

Now I realize There's so much more to learn, I'm ready for the world Not scared of letting go

Sam lifted her chin up to see her startled face as he couldn’t see a reaction from her. As he looked around to see James and Mika approach them, he felt (Y/N) grasp onto his shirt as nobody made a sound. Sam gave a hard glare back at James and Mika as they both lowered their heads in shame. While Sam was glaring at Mika and James from the other side of the room. He quickly picked her up as he yelled orders to clean this shit up as he left the room with (Y/N) in his arms. He heard no backlash as the two of them began to clean up.

Now I realize There's so much more to feel And my heart knows it's real The part of me, so long forgotten, Is calling, and this feels like home

Its been a couple of hours since the incident as Sam motioned (Y/N) to shower and change into something comfy as he promised her of a relaxing movie night to forget the chaos that occurred. As she curled up into his chest to fall asleep the incubus relaxed as he kissed the top of her head.

“I’ll always be here to save you, doofus.” He whispered aloud in the room as he turned off the movie and turned them to sleep for the night.

This feels like home, home, home Feels just like home

Feels just like home

#oneshot #seduce me #seduce me the otome #seduce me x reader #James Incubus #Sam Incubus #sam x reader #songfic #seduce me the otome x reader

[znova-is-bi]

Quick Note

I suggest playing or watching a let's play of Seduce Me 1 & 2 so you can understand things. You don't have to but I highly suggest it.

What I write/who I write (request are not open)

-James/Raestrao

-Erik/Uzaeris

-Sam/Aomaris

-Matthew/Zecaeru

-Damien/Izroul

-Diana/Ezaeur

- x reader, x male reader, and x female reader

-Fluff

-Smut (but most of the time aftercare or before)

-LGBTQ+

-polyamorous

[aishaarashi]

Seduce Me The Otome ~Sam - Walkthrough~

This is a Walkthrough/Guide on how to get Sam, the third incubus brother. This is also the first game and not the second.

There are timed choices in this game, most of them don’t really matter. But I’ll list which choice I made, (I’ll mark them with an *, and write (Timed choice) ).

Also, I’m so sorry that the guide is so messy...

Choice doesn't matter x 5

Ask for an apology

Choice doesn't matter x 4

...So I didn't

Choice doesn't matter

I'll stay and help around the house

Sam with the front yard

Join Him

As ready as I’ll ever be

* It’s been pretty good, actually (Timed choice)

* Thank you for your condolences (Timed choice)

* There’s a possibility (Timed choice)

* It will get back on track soon (Timed choice)  

* It’s a policy that reflects my own values (Timed choice)

* It’s a possibility (Timed choice)

Place your hand in his  

Thank you

Stay put

Choice doesn't matter

* DUCK! (Timed choice)

Explore the house

Try

Hey!!

Choice doesn’t matter

Find one of the incubi

Okay

Kiss Him

Keep going

Choice doesn't matter

Aomaris!

Let them stay

Choice doesn't matter x 5

Steal a kiss

Barge in and set her straight

It DOES concern me

I love him!

Kiss Him

Seduce Me

No 

#Seduce Me The Otome #Sam #Walkthrough #otome #seraphim entertainment #free otome #free #guide

[overlyobsessivegamergirl]

The Break Up (Sam X Y/n) Fan Fiction

Sam has gotten really jealous of your relationship with Matthew recently. And you want it to stop. He's gotten too obsessive over you, and if taking a break is the only way to stop it, you're willing to do it.

“Sam I, I think we should see other people,” I said, wet hot tears running down my face. My mind was racing with what he would say. His back was to me for most of our fight about Matthew and I spending so much time together. He didn’t understand that we were just playing video games, he’s jealous that I spent every afternoon with Matthew and not him. At first, I thought his jealousy was cute, it showed how much he cared for me. But now it was excessive and getting in the way of our relationship. I finally decided to point it out to him, the fact that he’s changed from loving to obsessive.

That had been the first thing that had gotten him mad. He said how he was just being protective of me. Sam had tried to explain that he was only jealous because he loved me too much to share. But it seemed to go much farther than just “loving me too much”. He would excessively text me when he knew I was out with Matthew. He would regulate what I wore when I was out with him. He would ask to see my phone and the texts I sent to Matthew. And on top of that, he suggested for him to come with us everywhere we went like we were children who need a chaperone.

I loved Sam so much, even his jealousy, but I’m a grown woman who doesn’t need someone telling her what to do everywhere she goes. I can take of myself. I didn’t want to end things. Especially since he lived in my mansion. Where would he go exactly? I honestly don’t know.

“What do you mean see other people…” He asked, his grim expression bearing down on me. His eyes looked slightly wet like he was holding back tears of his own. At this point, I had given up caring whether I was crying in front of him or not.

“I mean that your jealousy has gotten too much for me to handle Sam, and I…I think we should go our separate ways temporarily. Not forever. But I need to clear my head.” I spoke my mind comely, trying to make this easier on the both of us. I would never hurt him, I just think we’re no longer good together.

“What the hell y/n! You know my jealousy is only because I love you! What am I gonna do without you?” He says, his voice like a sforzando, starting out strong, and slowly decreasing with volume. Tears start to run down his face, finally showing his emotions towards me.

“I love you so much y/n… how am I going to live without you?” He says, sniffling between every few words.

“Sam I love you too, but I think we just need some time without each other. This will only be for a month or less.” I reach out my hand to put it on his shoulder, but he shrugs away from me.

“Where am I going to live? We live together, remember?” He says, worry crossing his face for a brief second.

“I was hoping maybe you could live with one of your brothers for a little while. Just while we figure this out.” I said, praying he wouldn’t take this the wrong way. Was there even a right way to say this. I’m kicking him out of my home and breaking his heart.

“We will be like One Direction. On a hiatus for now, but we’ll get back together eventually.” I say reassurance in my voice. I just need some time to myself, without Sam always breathing down my neck. Even though I feel kinda bad, this needs to be done.

“That’s what everyone says, but they never get back together.” He says, practically spitting that last words of his sentence at me. Honestly, I think he’s talking about our relationship, but I’m not sure.

“If we don’t get back together, Sam, I want you to know I will always care about you, and you will always be my friend. Never forget that, Aomaris.” Sam goes upstairs and grabs some clean clothes, shoves them in a backpack and storms out of the mansion. I lean against the closed door and slide down to the ground. With my face in my hands, I truly break down, sobbing loudly.

After some time, I’ve stopped crying, but I’m still shaking. Have I just made the worst mistake of my life? What if I never get Sam back? What if while we’re taking a break, he finds someone better than me, and we never get back together? I just want him to stop being so controlling.

And to think, it was me hanging out with his own brother that started this mess. Matthew would never ever do that to him, and Sam knows this.

I think I’ve made a big mistake…

#seduceme #seducemetheotome #seducemethedemonwar #seducemesam #seduceme2

[melanieandrew2]

THE BIG DAY! (Part 5 of A Turn of Events)

Sam x Carrie

Word Count: 862

Part One Part Two Part Three  Part Four

Side Note: Okay I am so sorry that this was put out really late. The new semester with me taking sophomore classes as a freshman is stressful, plus my brothers birthday was this week, and I had a turn of events (no pun intended) today and it kinda has been hard. I hope you like it and it isn’t to trashy.

(I do not own any of the characters for the are from the amazing work of Seduce Me the Otome by @thebunnyofevil. I also want to give credits to the characters mentioned. Sam @alejandrosaabva Damien @jonahscottva Carrie @karygurl)

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A lot of things have happened in the past year or so with the boys. They got back from the Abyssal Plains and all the brothers had married, many jobs were also made with them, and even a new life for Carrie and Sam. It had almost been nine months and Carrie and Sam were ready already. They had the rooms ready, they had their baby shower, and bags packed for the hospital. Carrie and Sam still were thinking about names.

“Well do you want both a demon and a human name?” Carrie asked

“I mean we can he their middle names demon names.” Sam replied

“Okay. Do you want to think of human names and I think of demon names?”

“I think that is a great idea!” Sam said as he went through the book of names and then went to go kiss Carrie.

Carrie was going on the internet and looking up names. Carrie had one name in the back of her head. She thought it would be a great middle name of one of her children. Sam also had a name on the back of his head, it wasn’t a very sentimental name to him but it was to Carrie.

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One early morning Carrie was getting Sam up and ready for work. She went to go to the bathroom and before she got to the bathroom she felt something wet.

“Are you serious?!”

“What’s wrong doofus?” Sam asked as he was walking toward Carrie and that is when Carrie felt pain.

“OM- I DIDN’T PISS MYSELF! MY WATER BROKE!”

“WHAT?!”

Sam soon as Sam heard that word he went, picked Carrie up, put her in the car, and got everything packed for the hospital. The drive wasn’t very long because Sam was in his cruiser and he used his lights a siren to get to the hospital in time. Carrie thought that was illegal but she didn’t care. Sam had his names picked out, and Carrie had her names picked out and the godparents picked out as well. When Carrie and Sam got there he rushed to call everyone and let everyone know. Carrie had already texted her parents as she was in the car and they lived like 5 minutes away from the hospital. Minutes went by and everyone was starting to show up and come as Carrie was in the room. Carrie said that she wanted Sam, her mother, and Mika in the room. When Carrie was dilated enough the doctor mad everyone get into scrub like clothes and they made sure that everyone other than three people allowed in the room left.

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On a warm midsummer day, Sam’s and Carrie’s children were born. Carrie was so happy to not be in pain, Sam was so happy that Carrie stopped screaming at him, and everyone else was so glad to see the babies. As everyone walked into the room the first question asked was

“What are the names?” said from all the brothers, their wives, and Carries father.

“Well the oldest name is Rosaline Ezaeur Anderson” Sam said as h smiled the the baby girl with enough hair on her head to have a bow in it

“And our youngest one is Alec Aomaris Anderson. Sam picked the first names, and I picked the middle. We know it is uncommon to use names like their middle names but that’s what we wanted.” Carrie said looking at the boy who was trying to open his eyes

“They are beautiful names” Mika said smiling

“Wait Sam why did you choose Alec?” Carrie’s mother asked

“Well I kind heard the story about Carrie’s younger brother and I thought that it would be a great way to include him.” Sam said back

“Mom, I know not having Alec here his hard since he passed but I think it is a great way to contribute him.”

“Me too dear.” Carrie’s father said

“Oh we also wanted godparents. It was kinda hard to choose but we felt like it would best fit Damien and Twila.”

“Thank you both so much.” Twila said

“We are so happy to say that we can be apart of this.” Damien said back.

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About two days had passed and it was time for Carrie and the babies to go home with Carrie, I was going to be hard for both Sam and Carrie but they knew that they could handle it together. They were ready to go home and raise their children together as a family. But it wasn’t the end.

#seduce me the otome #sam x carrie #SamIsTheBest #Carrie Anderson #BABIES #What do you think of the name? #The reason Rosaline has a bow in her hair is because I did as a baby #I am so tired and sad but also kinda happy hope it isnt trash

[wildestgirls]

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

[wildestgirls]

Crime and Punishment

Chapter 2: Closer

Aomaris x reader

Part 2 :) I'm so glad that people liked the first part, I thought nobody was going to see it so I'm so glad that people actually took the time to like and comment. This part isnt rlly smutty but because I am a whore I had to add in a tiny bit:)

Words:2.6k

Please tell me what you think :)

Divider credit is igneysect

"May I present, the 3rd son of the Aybssal Plains!"

The doorman called out to the guests as Aomaris stepped into the large throne room. A few eyes turned to look at him, his father's included, but not that many. Not hers anyway.

Aomaris looked around to try and spot her, a light in a sea of darkness, but was disappointed to not find her eyes. He couldn't sense her in the room so either, she was late to what was supposed to be the most important gala of the year, or, she wasn't coming.

Or, Aomaris humored, She's hiding.

It wouldn't have surprised him if she was hiding away, smirking at the disappointment on his face when realised he couldn't see her.

She was like that, always keeping secrets and playing games.

Aomaris had the privilege of being told some of these secrets, a crack into her labrythine mind. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know everything in her mind, out of fear that she was hiding her true opinion of him, that she thought he was cruel and monstrous. On the other hand, he wanted to know what she really thought, what she was like, what kept her going, what she came to the Aybssal Plains for, what her goals were.

Why she insisted on spending time with him.

Everything about her, he wanted.

Nevertheless, Aomaris had a job to do. He had to find her, or else he probably wouldn't survive this party.

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The Demon Lord took at look up from his goblet of wine, and listened as the doorman called out Aomaris' name.

He would no doubt be on the hunt for her, soon enough.

That's the way these galas went now, The Demon Lord would show up, then either some of his sons or her, whichever came first, and would divert all the rooms' attention towards them.

He loathed it. He could never tell what she was up to, what her next plans were. He was angry, angry that this stupid woman had came in, demanded a place in his council, all while undermining his rule. This was his castle, his land, his empire.

So why did he feel it slipping from his grasp? Why could he feel The Courts' favor fall towards her? Most importantly, why could sense the fear inside himself when he saw her?

That was the worst bit about it, the fear. It wasn't something that he felt in years, decades, even. Then she came in and destroyed it all.

So yes, he was angry. And no matter what, he was going to find some sort of way to make her feel what he did.

Fear.

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Aomaris was close to giving up. He couldn't find her anywhere. He'd asked his brothers first, but they were clearly not going to help. All Zecaeru started doing when Aomaris asked was teasing him.

Uzaeris was the one to break up the fight, which Aomaris won, obviously.

He took at look all around the throne room. She'd told him once that this was one of her favourite places in the castle. If Aomaris took a guess, an educated one at that, he'd put money in the reason that the throne room was one of her favourites was because of the power dripping from it.

Wars had been fought over it, married couples stabbing each other in the back just for a gaze at it. She was hungry like that. He could tell after spending years of time with her that she wanted a piece of it. She wanted to sink her nails into the power spilling from the room, and take it for herself. She was an absolute fucking glutton for power.

Hells even thinking about her, with that hungry gaze in her bottomless eyes, made him want to fuck her silly. All he could think about was what he'd do if she looked at him like that.

But he right now, he couldn't fucking do that, all because she was away somewhere, and he was too fucking stupid to find out where that place was.

Aomaris scowled as he walked through the halls up to the second floor. He didn't get to come to the throne room often, but when he did, he always ended up exploring the place.

The first floor was where most of the party took place, so, where Aomaris usually kept away from. There was always drinking and dancing coming from down there, demons making the most of the rare night and spending their time either having fun and drinking themselves stupid, or, trying to manipulate others and ruin their lives.

Aomaris strayed away from both.

The second floor wasn't connected to the first floor, and you would have to go through multiple halls and doors to reach it. It wasn't so much a floor, more like a large balcony stretching across all sides of the walls. It was quieter up there, so that's where he stayed. There was always a few demons up here, but never nearly as many.

However, just because there was less demons up there didn't mean he was going to stay there.

He was secretly really looking forward to tonight. He was looking forward to seeing her again.

Sometimes she went on long trips, always lasting more than a week, never more than 2 months. This time though, she was coming close to breaking that record.

Aomaris felt honored when she told him where she was going on these trips. It's not even like he'd stolen the information, he'd simply asked, and she'd told him. But not before Aomaris seen the hesitation in her eyes, the quick 2 second interrogation she gave herself before ultimately deciding that he deserved to know, that he was worthy of knowing one of her biggest secrets. It made him feel special, like she'd chosen him.

She was taking trips into the fucking Human World. He didn't know what she went there for, he never went that far as to asking her why, however, all he knew was that she was supposed to be back tonight, so it was fine with him.

This had been one of her longer ones, as she'd been away for all of last month, and all of this week too. She swore to him before she left that she'd be there at the gala. She always found a way to contact him when she left but this time, there was no word from her. It made him desperate. Desperate to know where she was, desperate to hear from her, desperate to know if she was OK, desperate to fucking see her.

So where the fuck was she?

Just as he began to walking to the first door to take him back to the first floor, he felt something in the air, in his mind. It felt like fear, but also anticipation. Aomaris felt his blood quicken, his eyes brighten.

He could sense her close.

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It's showtime, you thought to yourself.

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As soon as the doorman called out her name, Aomaris ran to the edge of the balcony. He felt a grin spreading across his face. He knew he looked like fool to the few demons around him, but he couldn't find it in him to give a fuck about anything around him when she was near.

As soon as he reached the edge and looked down to her, he stopped. He felt his eyes go hazy. His blood rushed furiously, to his head and to his dick.

Her outfit. She knew what she was doing.

She was wearing a tight 2 strapped dark green dress, with a low cut that ended just below her sternum. Aomaris didn't know what powers above were keeping her tits in, but all he could do was curse them. The skirt flared out around her slightly, and had a slit in the right leg. A very high slit, at that, going nearly all the way up to her hip. Aomaris looked closely, he could make out a slighty darker green band wrapping around her thigh, making her thigh squish out to look bigger at the top and bottom of the band.

Fuck. If he thought he wouldn't survive the gala without her, he was sure that she'd be the one to kill him after spending enough time with her. It's not like he would mind anyway, she could do whatever she wanted with him, and he wouldn't complain.

All he could think about was her. Her, her, her. Nothing else could break his train of thoughts when he thought of her like this.

Her underneath him, crying out about how much he filled her up, how she was going to kill him if he stopped, how good he was at pleasing her. Or maybe even, her on top of him, and him admitting dumbly how nice and tight she felt around his cock, him crying out when she slapped him across the face for cumming too quickly inside her, him screaming about how much of a goddess she was to him.

Because oh, how he worshipped her.

"Well someone seems preoccupied."

Aomaris froze. He felt arms wrap around his waist from behind, soft silk at his back.

She'd found him first, it seemed.

He didn't turn around, he only replied, "Well when you're gone for nearly 2 months, I have to find other things to think of, don't I?"

"So am I the only thing on your mind when we're together? Or is it a 24/7 thing? Because you seem to have been thinking about me as soon as I walked in, maybe even before. Quite vividly too, it seems." She drifted her hands down lower, down past his v-line and hips.

Any fucking lower and he'd be getting a handjob at the most important gala of the year.

"Yeah, well what the fuck were you expecting?" He turned round to look at her. "You leave for nearly two months, you don't even try to talk to me at all, and you make me wait for you when you told me you'd be on time!" he got out quickly.He knew he was being kind of petty, but still. He was secretly kind of upset. He missed her, for fucks sake.

She removed her hands and gazed up at him with those, gorgeous, stunning eyes.

"You can tell me if you're upset, Aomaris, I won't be mad, you know?"

That silenced him. She knew how he felt when she used his true name, when she spoke like that, reassuring him that she wasn't mad or disappointed at him. It made him feel special, worthy, cared for.

Loved even, if he was brave enough to admit it.

He felt his gaze and body soften as he gave his reply. "I just, well, I missed you is all." He said quietly, " I don't like it when your not around, you know? It makes this place boring."

She took his awnser in, and after a second, smiled slightly.

There it is, he thought. That half-smile, half-smirk was his fucking reason for getting up every morning. Seeing her give him that look gave him purpose. He wanted to protect it and keep it there with every bit of his being.

"I suppose you're right, I do kind of make this place boring when I leave, don't I?"

Aomaris tipped his head back and laughed. Hells, what he wouldn't do for this woman. A mischievous look came into his eyes.

"You owe me now, you're gonna have to make it up to me." He grinned.

His smile faded, however, when she gazed at him with a sultry look.

"Oh really now? Look at me, is this not enough?"

Aomaris took a look down at her outfit again. It was only now he realised how close the two of them were. He looked down slightly.

Shit. He preferred this view a lot more than gawking at her like some pervert from the balcony.

He hadn't noticed how close her tits were pushed together in that tight green dress. He hadn't noticed how tight the dress was exactly, either.

"My eyes are up here, Aomaris."

He still took his time dragging his eyes up from her tits, "Is this how you're gonna make it up to me?" his mind was already racing of all the things he'd do to her when he got her alone. He wouldn't be kind, that's for sure, anyway.

"Maybe. Do you like the color?"

Aomaris paused and looked down and took a closer look.

Holy fuck.

He pressed his hand to her right hip. There was no difference between the color of his dark green Lilith Markings, and the color of the dress.

Aomaris' eyes went hazy once again as he dragged his hand lower, down to the band on her upper thigh. He felt his hand go slightly cold when it brushed against something metal.

What?

He took a step back and looked down to her thigh. There was a thinner silver chain attached to the band, and hanging off that was some kind of letter.

Aomaris wasn't good at reading yet. Uzaeris had tried to teach him multiple times but he could just never get the hang of it. Maybe that was because Aomaris hadn't been paying attention when he tried to teach him, but that was besides the point.

Anyway, he was still good enough to name some of the letters in the alphabet. The one hanging on her thigh included.

"It's an A." he said bluntly.

"Good boy," she replied.

Aomaris didn't want that to make him feel anything, he didn't want it to make him feel hornier than he already was, he really, really did not want that.

He just couldn't help it.

He felt blood rush to his face, but not nearly as much that went to his dick. He gripped her by her thigh, pulled her closer to him and buried his face into her neck.

"What the fuck is the letter supposed to mean?" he murmured into her neck.

"Gods, you really are dumb when you're horny, aren't you?" she murmured back, "You're like some sort of dog in heat."

"What?"

"It's for you, dog. It's a message to your father, I'm showing him who I belong to, and who belongs to me."

Aomaris was drunk on that last bit. "What's that got to do with me?"

She gripped his hair and ripped his face out of her neck, so that they were eye to eye, mouth to mouth.

"It's an A for Aomaris, dog." she whispered into his mouth.

Aomaris stopped. Stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped thinking. All he could think about, all he was, was her.

He needed her, now.

"Meet me in my room in 40 minutes." he said roughly.

She smirked at him. "I was just starting to enjoy this gala, why should I leave now?"

"Because I'm going to fuck you until you can't fucking think, let alone walk."

He felt her legs tighten as she grinned into his mouth. "You drive a hard bargain, dog." she teased, "Fine, I'll be there, but you better live up to your word."

"Trust me, the only thing I want more than to prove it, is you."

"Well, Aomaris, I'll be there in 40 then, " she said as she moved away from his mouth, "I'll see you then."

She shot him another of those brilliant half-smile half-smirks from over her shoulder as she walked away.

Hells, a few hours ago, he wasn't sure if he if he would survive this night without her, but now he was sure. He'd do whatever it took to live to see tonight through.

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The Demon Lord watched her through the crowd, talking, gathering more allies and thinking. He could see how her mind worked sometimes, as it was quite similar to his, in a sense.

They were 2 sides of the same coin.

If that was how she wanted to play this game, then he would pay her handsomely for it.

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[incubae-fics]

First Impressions [Aomaris] [AU!]

Pairing: AU!Sam [Aomaris] x Female!Reader [3rd Person] [Reader is given a job n stuff for better descriptions]

Warnings: idk angst??

A/N: idk wtf this is but YEET. have some AU angst. I was gonna go with angst into fluff but here we are at 1 am thanks im sorry im lame, find the au on my blog bc tumblr killed links

Sam couldn’t believe she was someone he’d sworn to protect- someone he had to protect, because he was asked by a man who’d granted him about everything he’d wished for.

He wasn’t entirely sure why she was worth protecting. She was normal- completely human. She knew no magic, did nothing special, worked some regular job. She wasn’t.. important. Yet, to that man, she was. So he had no choice- hell, at first, he didn’t even know who she was. He just knew she was moving into the place he had to crash in. That she came with a best friend, and was buzzing with energy right at the moment he needed it. So he took it- and then she proceeded to clock him right in the jaw once her senses came to her.

It was a miracle that she wasn’t thrown into the nearest wall.

In his world, she’d be dead- but also, in his world, he wouldn’t need to take that type of energy from her. He’d have had her angry already, and would take that.

He wasn’t in his world though, and no matter how powerful he could be there, he was glad he wasn’t there. That he was free, and his brothers were too, even if it meant dealing with her.

Her snark was the worst- she pushed simply because she could, at least he thought so. In reality, it was because she had to have him know that she was no pushover. She wasn’t playing his games, and she refused to be verbally and mentally attacked in her own home. She didn’t want him to think he could get away with harassing and belittling her.

Names flew here and there, daggers and venom attached to each set. Hers pierced and seeped into crevices he wasn’t aware he had. However, his made gashes that would leave more permanent scars- scars that would come back to bite him later down the line.

His first impression of her was far from good- and if anyone had told him where he’d end up in regards to her, he’d have laughed in their faces.

Demons don’t love- they don’t know the feeling or the meaning. It’s not in their nature. It’s especially not for him. Not after what he’s been through- not after what he’s been forced to do and live through.

She was harsh and mean and angry. She was just bitter, not bittersweet- yet she broke into him. Somehow, their relationship morphed from violent words and screaming matches to.. comfortable banter. To hanging out and playing video games- to him catching glimpses of the soft side she hid. Damien had told him about it, and he refused to believe it, but then he saw it himself. Some of her walls came down, and he saw the incredibly soft person she was deep down.

It captivated him- made him curious.. made him.. yearn. Yearn for something he did not deserve. Something he wasn’t allowed to have- especially not with all he’s said to her in the beginning.

“Ha, I’m not his type, so a girl like me wouldn’t be a good example.”, she’d said once, after Damien had made some out of the blue suggestion. Sam couldn’t remember what it was, he just knew what she said.

“Do I really look like a boy with this haircut?”, she’d asked Damien, sniffling. She had gotten a bad haircut, and at the time, Sam had found it fit to joke around. Now though, the memory of the way she teared up tore at his very soul. Her eyes were so bright, but not with the happiness he’d grown to see and adore. It was with embarrassment, and reflected in them was his cruel laughing face.

“You’re such a fucking jerk.”, she’d had said in response to his joke, “No wonder everyone wanted to fight you- you’re just some mindless rage monster.”

The last sentence came out in a venomous hiss. It was weird, though, how the venom in them didn’t start to do anything to him until much later. Until he was feeling these things- having dreams that ended up as nightmares. Ones where she screamed how she could never love some monster. Where she told him how disgusting it was that he even liked her in that way. How he deserved to rot in the demon world- alone.

The venom in that sentence seeped into his very core, because he was awful to her. Monstrous and cruel, emotionally and he of all people knows the emotional scars last longer than the physical. Both hurt and scar- but the emotional continuously opens up. It doesn’t matter how much or how well you stitch it all up. It always reopens.

Some were opening now, as he watched her laugh with some guy he’d never met before. Some normal human guy at her job- some guy who hadn’t called her names or told her she looked like a boy. A guy that wasn’t him.

A guy he had no right to ask about- a guy he couldn’t ask her to stop talking to so he could drive her back home.

A guy that could take her from her home- or force him out of it. When Sam first met her, he couldn’t wait for her to get out of his hair- but now? He’d give anything for her to stay with him- forever, willingly. He’d never force her. He’d never make her stay or force him to allow him and his brothers to stay with her forever.

They’d all have to move out someday- and he hated the very thought.

She smiled in a way he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen.

“Who was that?”, he asks casually as he pulls out.

She just shakes her head, “A co-worker, not that you really care. Sorry for keeping you waiting.”

Her voice is light and playful, but it stings him painfully. He’d wait an eternity for her-

“Aw, c’mon. I care.”, he says, masking his hurt.

“Sam, you’ve called this place a shithole with shit people.”

He sighs, “That was.. before.”

She gives a small laugh, and he hates how his heart picks up, “Before what?”

“Before..”, he struggles to say what he really wants to say- but some lingering fear stops him, “Before I learned to tolerate you.”

“Ohh, wow. How kind of you.”, she rolls her eyes, and he swears he sees something in them- some hurt.. but then, of course he would. It’s just about all he’s ever seen, only now, it hurts him too. 

“You know I’m joking.”

“Do I?”, she says, like always, but he’s unaware she really means it. She really wonders if he’s joking- she can’t tell anymore. She isn’t sure if the initial hate is gone- but she doesn’t want to acknowledge why she even cares.

He’s a demon. He can’t feel even a fraction of what she feels, and he made that clear plenty of times without even having to say it. Without her even having to hint at a damn thing.

“I think you do.”, he replies, giving her a small grin.

“I don’t.”, is her response, and this one is bitter and bothered. It makes him glance at her, but she stares out the windshield, forcing her eyes to remain calm and clear. This realization hits a few times a week. It leaves her upset and hurt and confused. Often angry as well.

How could she not be? She’s feeling for someone who can’t give her one nice compliment. Can’t notice when she’s dressed up purposely for him- notice her when she wants him to. She can’t teach him to love- and how awful is it that... he’s the only one she does love, and she can’t change it. The feelings won’t leave- he gives her hope and then.. it’s gone.

She breaks the tense silence with a harsh “Good night.”, and then leaves him alone in his car. When she’s out of sight, he slams his hands on his steering wheel, denting it only slightly.

“DAMMIT!”, he screams to no one, “Why are you like this?!”, he hisses, damning himself for his ways.

“That’s because you’re just infatuated. You don’t love her, and she’ll never love you. Move on.”, James had told him, interrupting a conversation he was having with Damien.

“Don’t listen to-”, Damien began, but James wouldn’t have it.

“You know one half of my sentence is absolutely true-”

“It isn’t-”

“Damien. It won’t happen. You know this, don’t you?”

Damien suddenly goes quiet, something dark flashing in his eyes. It makes Sam oddly nervous, until he speaks, “That was low and just like him.”

James looked visibly shocked and hurt, but he remained silent. The conversation just dropped. Damien left him with, “Do whatever you want. It’s obvious you won’t listen to me.”

Infatuation? Was that what this was?

As her laughter rings from the kitchen, and a sad smile pulls across his lips, he knows it’s not. As he watches her and continues to yearn for her, he knows it’s more. He doesn’t just crave the things all incubi crave when it comes to her. He craves for more.

That more, will absolutely be the death of him.

“She’ll never love you..”

He’s aware, James.. He’s aware..

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