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Do you still write for seduce me? If so, do you think you could write how the boys would help MC when struggling with self harm?

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James

It starts with stillness.

he notices the changes like someone notices the shift in weather. Subtle, gradual, impossible to ignore once you're looking.

The way you avoids certain touches, the way your voice flattens when talking about yourself. The way you smile but your eyes stay distant.

He doesn’t confront you right away. He knows pushing would make you shrink further.

Instead, he watches. Waits. Learns the shape of your sadness like it’s a language he needs to understand.

And then one day, a quiet evening, a safe place, he calls your name gently.

And he asks, not with fear, not with pity, but with something else. a steadiness.

“i’ve noticed you’re carrying something. You don’t have to tell me what it is. But... i want you to know... you’re not alone in this”

He doesn’t reach for you, not yet. He lets you decide if you want to be held.

But when you do — if you do — he gathers you with such care it felt even much softer than the cool summers air.

He listens, not to respond, but to hear.

And afterwards, he begins to learn.

He researches. He reads. He builds routines around your safety, gently, without control.

Offers warm drinks, soft lights, calm mornings.

He becomes your quiet anchor.

And never once does he make you feel like a burden. Because to James... loving someone includes the pain they carry.

And he would never let you face it alone.

Erik

Erik notices it in waves.

Little things that don’t add up.

A wince when he wraps his arms around you from behind. A laugh that sounds too tight. Jokes that edge into self-deprecation and then trail off.

At first, he brushes it off , tells himself he’s imagining things. But it sticks.

Gnaws at him.

And then... one night, maybe after a slip, maybe after a look you give him that’s just too hollow... it hits him. Fully.

And he stays so, so still.

Like a thread inside him snapped.

He doesn’t say anything at first. He just... steps back, breathes through it, hurts.

Then, slowly, he kneels down in front of you. Holds your hands. Doesn’t ask for explanations, Doesn’t look for scars.

“i wish you could see yourself the way i see you. you’re... so much more than the pain. and i’m not going anywhere.” His voice breaking a little.

He makes jokes, yes... badly. But it’s just to keep your head above this nightmare.

And when that doesn’t work, he’s just there. Raw, real.

He doesn’t try to fix you. He knows pain doesn’t work like that. But he will, with everything in him, fight the voice in your head that tells you...you’re unworthy.

He’ll leave little notes on the mirror.

Make playlists that say things he doesn’t know how to put into words.

Learn your triggers. respect your space. Hold your hand through therapy.

And every time you doubt your worth, he’ll kiss your knuckles and say: “you don’t have to be okay. you just have to be here. i’ll take care of the rest.”

And he means it. With every inch of his bruised, loyal heart.

Sam

Sam notices like someone who doesn’t want to notice.

Because the idea of someone he loves being in pain, especially a pain they’re hiding from him, terrifies him more than he knows how to admit.

At first he thinks he’s overreacting. Maybe you’re just tired. Maybe it’s stress. Maybe that flinch was a coincidence.

But it builds.

The way you avoid mirrors. The way your arms stay covered, even when it’s warm. The way your laughter sounds like it’s trying too hard.

He pretends he doesn’t see it. He doesn’t want to push.

But then one day — maybe after an argument, or maybe just... a quiet moment that feels wrong — he blurts it out.

“Are you okay? like... actually?”

His voice isn’t sharp. It’s rough. Scared even.

He’s not angry, he’s worried. Deeply, overwhelmingly worried.

And, if you tell him the truth, if you even hint at what’s going on...he goes quiet.

Still. Frozen.

And then, slowly, he reaches out. Not with dramatics. Not with grand speeches... just a hand. Warm. Steady.

“I don’t want you hurtin’ like this. Not alone. Not ever.”

He won’t always know what to say. He’ll mess up sometimes. He might speak too bluntly.

But his heart is so big, eneough for the two of you. And once he knows what’s going on, he becomes this quiet wall of protection.

He checks in:“you drink water today? eat somethin’?” ...but not like a checklist, like he cares.

He’ll sit beside you while you talk, or while you cry, or while you don’t say a single word.

He doesn’t leave. Doesn’t flinch. Just stays.

And when you start to feel like a burden, he’ll cut you off gently

“you ain’t a problem. You’re my person...and I’m stayin”

He means it. With every fiber of his stubborn, loyal heart.

Matthew

Matthew sees the signs, not because he’s watching for them, but because he recognizes the shape of pain.

He sees the way you avoid mirrors, the way you flinch when someone says “you’re doing okay, right?”

He doesn’t ask right away. But it sits in his chest like a storm cloud.

And one day, maybe when he hears you cry in another room. Maybe when you say “i’m just tired” for the third time that week. He gently cups your face, eyes wide and watery and so full of love it hurts.

“You don’t have to hide from me,” he whispers.

“I’m not gonna run. Even if you’re hurting. Especially if you’re hurting.”

And if you break down, he holds you like you're something sacred.

No questions. No pressure. Just warmth.

He lets you cry into his hoodie. Talk or not, he rubs your back until you breathe evenly again.

He’ll start doing little things: making hot chocolate, tucking a plushie beside your pillow, asking you to cook with him. Anything.

He sends you memes and voice notes and songs that sound like healing.

And he reminds you, again, and again, and again, that you are loved.

“I don’t care if you’re sad. I mean — i do, but — you’re allowed to be. I just... want you here. okay? with me.”

And the thing is...with Matthew, it never feels like pity. It feels like being seen. And being loved anyway. Fully.

Without conditions. Without shame.

Damien

He feels it before he sees it.

The shift in your energy. The tremble in your aura. The sadness you’re trying to swallow.

He doesn’t read your mind, he never would without permission, but he feels your pain like a ghost clinging to the edges of your presence.

And it breaks him.

He notices the quiet apologies, the way you shrink when someone’s voice gets too loud, the way you smile like they’re trying to convince yourself.

He gives you space at first — not out of fear, but out of respect.

And when he senses that the time is right... he approaches gently. He doesn’t ask why.

“I can feel you hurting. And you don’t have to explain anything. Just... let me hold it with you...please.”

And when you break, when the mask finally cracks, he opens his arms without hesitation.

And he listens. truly listens.

He doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t try to fix it.

He just holds you and breathes with you.

“you’re allowed to feel like this. You’re allowed to struggle. And you are still so loved, so worthy.”

His care is almost sacred.

He’ll speak affirmations gently, if you want to hear them. He’ll leave little notes of love and reminders in places only you’ll find.

He helps you make safety plans. Builds rituals of comfort. Learns your fears so he can hold you softly.

And if you ever pull away, ashamed or afraid, he’ll just whisper.

“You are not your pain. You are not your scars. You are a soul I adore...every version of you.”

And he’ll stay. In every way that matters.

Through the dark. Through the quiet. Until your light begins to return — at your pace, not his.

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Tie Me to You/21

Chapter Summary: Sam tries to wake Mika up in a much more pleasant way then her nightmare had.

Word Count: 2k

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Chapter Warnings: Somnophilia, unprotected sex, creampie, penis in vagina sex, cunnilingus, large cock, size difference, and overstimulation.

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

Say my name and everything just stops

I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off

Dress- Taylor Swift

In the morning, Mika wakes up feeling hazy. Her body might as well be vibrating. She feels something holding her in her daze, pressing her down. Her breathing is ragged, and she can’t make sense of her surroundings with her body feeling like she’s a coil ready to spring across the room. She peels her eyes open and in her blurry vision she sees the top of Sam’s head and realizes he’s pinning her down to bed. His large hands are gipping her hips, and she can feel his claws pricking her soft skin.  

The next thing she becomes aware of is that Sam’s face is fully in her pussy and his long tongue is thrusting slowly into her.  

That vibrating feeling she realized was him coaxing her open and lazily getting her riled up in her sleep.  

She feels herself on the edge of an orgasm and a small gasp leaves her mouth making Sam look up at her.  

He pulls back, drawing his long tongue from her and licking his lips. Mika sighs and feels her body quake underneath him as he doesn’t let her finish. He moves up her body to her face to capture her lips. Slowly prying her mouth open to explore there instead.  

She moans and feels her eyes roll in the back of her head. She moves her arms up to wrap around his shoulders and hold onto him tightly.  

Sam’s hands move from her hips and slowly up her body, underneath her night gown. He cups her breasts in his hands, slowly moving his thumb over her nipple. Mika pulls back from his mouth and lets out a high pitched mewl. Her hands move to grip his hair. 

Sam doesn’t stop his mouth as he instead travels down her neck giving soft bites before he meets his own hands on her breasts.  

Mika’s taking shaky breaths as she looks down at him, her head foggy with need. Sam’s golden eyes meet hers, and his gaze is melting. Mika tries to buck her hips up desperate for friction.  

Instead of meeting her Sam pushes her night gown all the way up and moves his mouth to join his hands on her breasts. He takes her tender breasts and pushes them together and moves to suck both her nipples into his mouth.  

Mika’s head rolls back on the pillow as she tries to catch her breath, “Not both, it’s too much~” she tries to tell him in a broken gasp of pleasure.  

Sam doesn’t listen and instead takes her nipples into his sharp teeth and starts to bite her. He’ll bite and pull, making her cry out, then he runs his tongue over her nipples soothingly. He continues his attack enthusiastically leaving bite marks all over her chest. 

She pulls him closer as she wraps her legs around Sam’s waist. The sounds escaping her mouth are between breathy and high-pitched whines. 

Sam continues to ignore where Mika desperately wants him to touch. His mouth was all too preoccupied with her sensitive breasts.  

Sam once again moves his mouth to suck deep bruises all along her chest, stopping only to lick and bite at her nipples for a brief reprieve. 

Mika’s vision was blurred by unshed tears from the sensation of his tongue, teeth, and lips marking all over her. She’s desperately trying to buck her hips but can’t move at all underneath Sam.  

“ Aomaris- please! ” She whimpers out to him, her nails digging into Sam’s shoulders.  

He pulls back to look at her, to see what he’s done. Mika’s face is flushed, tears rolling down her cheeks from his teasing. Her chest is covered in either bruises or bite marks, her breasts just as red as her face.  

She’s looking at him with tearful eyes, half open as she tries to catch her breath.  

“Fuck,” he moans lowly in his throat and captures her lips again. Kissing Mika deeply and slowly.  

She easily opens her mouth for him, and their tongues push and pull against each other in a needy way that has her losing her breath again. 

Sam moves his hands to slowly drag down to her thighs, pushing them open gently. When he pulls away from her mouth, he looks down at her entrance and gently presses one finger against her.  

Mika cries out, his finger gently sliding from her entrance to her clit and rolling her sensitive bud.  

He makes a noise that’s deep from his chest and his eyes zero in on her. “So wet.” He murmurs quietly, putting his finger up to his mouth to lick clean.  

“ Aomaris, ” Mika sobs out his name, about to beg him to touch her.  

He shushes her and pushes her legs up, holding them against her chest. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna give you what you need sweetheart.” 

Sam removes his hands, leaning down to put Mika’s legs over his shoulders. She’s not in the most comfortable position, but that thought doesn’t bother her the second Sam’s rough hands and pulling her lips open and exposing her wet entrance to the cold air. She can’t see but she feels his hot cock lay against her exposed pussy.  

Sam gently bucks his hips, the fat head of his cock hitting her clit repeatedly, teasingly.  

Mika looks up at Sam, her vision swimming. He’s looking down at where their bodies meet, eyes heavy as his mouth parts, grunts leaving his lips as he moves to aid his dick and rub rough circles to her clit.  

She gasps and starts to see stars as she lets out a whine. An orgasm washes over her from consistent playing of her clit. She’s cum without Sam having even been inside of her.  

“That’s it, that’s my girl-my love.” He whispers to her, continuing to keep the same pressure on her overly sensitive bud. 

“Too sensitive-” she mumbles trying to get him to release her clit.  

He shushes her and presses a kiss to her thigh that’s hiked over his shoulder. “Come on, you got more in there.” His golden eyes flash up to her gaze and Mika feels the rush of enthrallment wash over her.  

What was already sensitive amps up almost ten times more as she tries to match her hips with Sam’s slow thrusts. Her need to cum overpowering her.  

Sam adjusts himself and moves to her wet entrance, slowly sliding inside, letting her adjust. He pushes slowly, feeling her wet spongey walls flutter around his cock. She gasps as he pushes past the fattest part of him, and he feels her clench tightly on him. Sam pauses, taking a shuttering breath of his own.  

His eyes look up to meet Mika’s and her mouth is hanging open as she tries to regulate her breathing. She can feel every inch of him, filling her up to the brim. She feels his cock twitch and it makes her clench around him, trying to keep him in place.  

Sam leans forward to rest his head against her shoulder. It moves Mika with him; she’s basically folded over herself, and it makes her gasp once more. The sensation being totally different as somehow Sam slides even deeper inside her.  

She swears he’s kissing her cervix. Her body is shivering from the sensation, and she clings to him, unsure of where to grab as she cries for him to move.  

Sam doesn’t hesitate and moves to thrust his hips; he reels back almost completely pulling out before he slams his hips back down. 

Mika clings to him, her mouth open but no noise escapes her, she just desperately holds on. Sam is ruthless in his movements; he slams his hips again and again into her. One of his hands is rolling her throbbing clit to stimulate her more. Mika’s soft cries fill the room as he continues to make her cum.  

The second time she orgasms, her soft walls cling to him, milking an orgasm out of him. He moans out his release as he moves to bite down on her neck, drawing blood that he then soothes by licking.  

Sam pulls his hips back and looks down to see his cum mix with Mika’s. The sight makes him growl out and then slam his hips back into her. The motion makes Mika’s body shake from how overly sensitive she is. 

“Aomaris- fuck- please,” Mika moans his name, asking for something she isn’t sure of.  

She’s lost count of how many times she’s cum, it feels like as soon as one ends another one rocks her core. Her body trembles with how intense everything feels. The room is spinning as she whines into Sam’s ear, begging him to keep going. The only thing Mika hears is Sam’s grunts and the wet sounds from him thrusting in and out of her.  

Sam moves to adjust them; he slowly rocks in and out of her as he brings her legs down from his shoulders. It allows Mika’s muscles to relax as she’s able to lock her legs around his waist in a more comfortable position.  

Sam holds himself up on his forearms, looking down at Mika, pressing kisses to her glistening skin. Much softer than before.  

Mika’s able to catch her breath as she moves her hands to cup his face dragging his mouth to hers in a slow sloppy kiss.  

“I love you.” She murmurs against lips.  

The sentence has Sam thrusting deep inside her, she feels his cock twitch making her whine in pleasure.  

“Again.” He murmurs against her lips, rocking slowly and deeply into her.  

“I love you- I love you Aomaris.” Mika whimpers out, closing her eyes as she feels him almost digging into her core. Her back arches to him, wanting to cum.  

Sam moves to push her hips closer to him, almost impossibly closer. Her cries pushing him on, he moves to press down on her lower abdomen, “Give me one more love, come on.” he moans out for her.  

The sensation of his pressing and thrusting deep sends Mika over the edge and she clenches tightly around Sam. It pulls one last orgasm from him as well adding to the cum already inside of her.  

Sam doesn’t pull out immediately as he holds onto Mika’s hips, staring down at where they connect. The sight of his cum pouring out of her as he’s still inside her makes him almost want to keep going. If it wasn’t for the spent look on Mika and her trembling body, he absolutely could keep going. His stamina was different.  

He slowly pulls out and leans forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead, pushing her sweaty hair out of her face. Her eyes flutter to look up at him as she catches her breath.  

“That’s one way to wake up...” She murmurs softly moving to cup his face with one of her hands. 

Sam chuckles and presses another light kiss to her wrist before he walks off to the bathroom. He returns quickly with a damp cloth and cleans Mika up.  

“What was that for?” She asks him, letting him take care of her.  

Sam just shrugs, “Thought that would be a better way to wake up then a nightmare.” He teases her.  

Mika flushes and lays flat on the bed as Sam continues to clean her.  

“Definitely better than a nightmare...” she mutters.  

Sam snorts at her response and moves up to gently kiss again.  

Mika melts into him and tries to deepen the kiss but Sam pulls away giving her a look of warning.  

“Don’t get me riled up again, I could do this all day.” He warns her.  

She pouts but concedes. Her body was already aching. “That sounds infinitely better than training all day.”  

Sam shakes his head, “We can fuck all day when you’re back in your bed. In the human realm.” He sarcastically tells her with a pointed look.  

Mika giggles a bit, “Is that a promise?”  

Sam’s eyes meet hers and they flash with gold for a brief moment, “Don’t tease me right now while I’m literally cleaning my cum out of you.” He reprimands her. 

She sighs but stops trying to push Sam’s buttons. She stays still as he cleans her up. She hums contently and looks over to him again. 

“I love you.” She whispers softly to him.  

Sam stops what he’s doing and smiles at Mika, leaning to kiss her again. “I think I love you more.” He mumbles against her lips.  

She smiles, “I don’t know if that’s possible.” She tells him.  

Sam shakes his head and stands up pulling Mika with him. “Come on, we have a long day. I’ve kept you in the bed probably too long and I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole castle heard you.” he teases.  

Mika’s face burns in embarrassment as she goes to get ready for the day hoping that Sam’s just joking. 

When the two of them enter the war room to discuss the plans for the day, none of the incubi brothers can make eye contact with Mika. She thinks she’s never been more embarrassed than at this moment. Which is saying something after everything she’s been through.

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So are the boys only with the MC instead of the wives on their routes because she got there first? Some of the stories with the wives seem like they're meant to be with the boys and the MC is just messing things up, I feel a bit guilty.

That’s the thing about fate, darling. I am emulating what fate would do in 6 different planes of time. It is not kind and it can show very heavy results. I’m very fortunate enough to have the backers of the wives understand what their relationships mean.

The wives are there as a result of the player not choosing one of the remaining 4 incubi. If the wife is not present, then they were not destined to have the incubus in that lifetime, no matter what their background may be. It is in essence a butterfly effect: who you decide to love determines the fate of the others. They are just as destined to be with you as they are with the wives. The only difference is that you control fate since the story is interactive.

Diana could have been with James if fate wasn’t cruel. If that happened, then James and Diana would have fallen madly in love and their love would have spread throughout the Demon World. They would have become a powerful King and Queen duo and the world would have known everlasting peace, like it was carved in fate that they would have a pure and true love. Saero would have swallowed his own true love for Diana and remained serving her regardless.

The same can be said about Mika/The Player trying to snatch away Diana. Your destiny and love with Diana can become a beautiful relationship. However, Saero loves Diana and has been with her ever since they were children.

It’s just like love in real life. The people you have met, one of them could have been your lover if fate played its cards right. At same time, the lovers you had or have are in essence the one(s) you are destined to be with in this level of existence. The choices you make affect your life and the lives of others.

That’s why Seduce Me is a Visual Novel ;)

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My heart broke when I found out that the incubi brothers had wives in the game. It definitely made me feel a little jealous, so my question is this: Would they love their wives or the player more?

Darling, that is almost an unfair question. Would you love someone else more than your spouse? Mika may be the first human to shelter them as she did, but when a demon devotes their life to someone else, no matter if they are in the human or demon world, their devotion would be to their spouse first.

If you devote yourself to one person, then would you want them to love someone else? I apologize for being forward, but that’s selfish~

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"gender affirming care" but it's getting stripes and horns like an incubus from Seduce Me

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"Say it again" WHATEVER YOU SAY

Tie Me to You/20

Chapter Summary: Mika learns how to train with her magic and has a nightmare.

Word Count: 3k

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Chapter Warnings: Intense vivid imagery of fire and characters burning alive.

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

Can also be found on AO3 X

In the middle of the night, in my dreams You should see the things we do baby In the middle of the night, in my dreams I know I'm gonna be with you, so I take my time

Are you ready for it?

...Ready For It? - Taylor Swift

The next morning Mika wakes up and she’s almost convinced that she’s home. She can feel Sam’s arms wrapped around her, keeping her close to his warm body. She’s so comfortable it’s easy to forget that she’s still naked from the night before. If it wasn’t for the weight of Sam’s tail loosely wrapped around her ankle, she’d forget she wasn’t home.  

She groans as she blearily opens her eyes. 

She turns to look at Sam, who is still asleep, the most peaceful look on his face. She smiles softly and brings one of her hands up to caress his face. Her hand gently ghosts over his cheek and down his jaw.  

Sam peels one of his eyes open to look at her. The gold flashes for a brief moment before he sighs and pulls Mika to lay on top of his chest.  

“Good mornin’.” He murmured into her neck.  

Mika giggles at him and presses a kiss to his jawline. “Good morning to you too.” 

Sam’s warm hands are on her hips, holding her firmly in place. 

The two are taken from their peaceful bubble by a loud knocking on the door.  

“Sam, Mika? Are you two awake?” James' voice rings through the door, tone leaving no room for their lazy morning.  

Sam lets out a low groan into Mika’s neck. “So loud...” 

“We’re up James!” She responds, only mildly annoyed. 

Sam gives her a soft bite to her neck, making her snap her head towards him. He’s looking up at her with a glare.  

“Don’t give me that look!” She hisses out at him, “We probably have a long day ahead...” she sighed looking at the door.  

Sam sits up, taking Mika with him. He presses a kiss to the top of her head. “We got this.”  

Mika nods and turns to pull Sam in for one more kiss. He tries to deepen it, but the knocking starts again. Sam pulls away irritated, “We’re comin’!” He shouts at the door. 

Mika shakes her head and moves to grab some clothes from the dresser, anything that is light and moveable. She couldn’t train in her normal clothes; denim left little room for movement.  

She finds some pants that stretch well, reminding her almost like leggings, but the material felt so much more luxurious. She grabs a loose blouse with long sleeves that gather at her wrists. She finds some boots left for her and straps those on as well. She turns to find Sam watching her, his tail slowly whipping back and forth behind him. Mika holds her hands out and does a quick spin.  

“I feel like it’s pirate weekend at the renaissance festival.” she said with a playful scoff. 

Sam grabs her hand and pulls her toward him with a questioning look, “What’s a renaissance festival?”  

“I’ll take you to one if we make it back home.” Mika said with a smile and turned toward the door.  

“When we get back home.��� Sam tells her softly.  

James is on the other side of the door, arms crossed and clearly annoyed. The other brothers were standing off to the side looking bored.  

“Took you two long enough.” Ezaeur remarks as she comes around the corner with her guard.   

Mika can feel Sam bristle in annoyance, and she places a hand on his arm to settle him.  

“Follow me, we have much to discuss.” She said, gesturing for them to follow her.  

The incubi brother and Mika follow the succubus and end up in what looks like a war room. The other demons she had met before are standing around a table in the middle. The table in question is a giant map of what Mika can only assume is the Abyssal Plains.  

Ezaeur takes her spot at the head of the table with her guard next to her.  

“We have little time to take down the Demon Lord. He doesn’t know his sons are back yet, and we must use that to our advantage.” She tells the room.  

“So, what’s your plan succubus?” The shadow demon asks in a suspicious tone; his arms crossed over his chest.  

“We have to ambush- and soon.” She said, pointing at the location of the Demon Lord’s castle.  

“How soon are you talking here? I’m not about to lead this army in a suicide mission!” The larger demon with a broken horn shouts at her. 

“Hold your tongue!” The guard glares at the other demon.  

Ezaeur holds her hand out to him. “Please Saero.” 

“What I mean to say is, we’re lucky if we have a month but we should make a move within a fortnight.” She tells them, leaving no room for discussion.  

Her eyes drift lazily over to Mika and the incubi brothers. “You must train with my troops. You have the best knowledge of fighting your father besides me.”  

Her red eyes pierce Mika, “And you need to stay out of our way.”  

Mika bristles at that, “So I’m dead weight? That’s not going to be helpful to anyone!” She finds herself arguing.  

“Human-” Ezaeur sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “You have no fighting skills! It would be a waste of resources.”  

“So, do you want me to be defenseless? I’m not asking to lead a battalion here!” Mika responds with a firm glare on her face. 

“She’s not wrong. We would be wasting everyone's time by leaving one of us to guard Mika. Which we all know would be Sam- and he’s the best fighter.” James tells Ezaeur with an annoyed look on his face. His own golden tail swishing in clear irritation.  

The succubus groans in frustration. “What can you even do?” She prompts Mika.  

“Well, I have been practicing from my grandfather's journals.” She answers with a shrug.  

“I thought I burned those.” Ezaeur responds with a raised brow. 

“I rewrote the translations.” James retorts with a glare. 

“You know-” One of the other demon chimes in. “She did produce a spell yesterday that surprised even me. With some fine tuning she could really control raw magic.” The demon that looks much like a fairy tells the succubus.  

“She froze the whole room with at least eight of us in there fighting.” 

Ezaeur’s eyes raise as she looks at Mika. “That’s... a start.” She looks over at the demon who chimed in, “Fae... you’ll train her since you were impressed.”  

The demon makes a face that is very much a childish pout. “I have other duties!”  

“Then I’m sure the human can help with them.” She grins. 

Mika spends the next hours training outside with the demon she has been told to call Fae. Though she’s positive that is not their name.  

“Human, when you use magic what does it feel like?” Fae asks, fluttering in the air above.  

Mika tilts her head and looks down at her hands.   

“It’s electric, almost like a shock to my body.” She tells them.  

The fairy demon nods, “Your body isn’t used to the raw magic of the plains. It should only feel like a pinch. How long have you been training?”  

Mika focuses on her hands and trying to feel the magic around her, “Only a couple of months...It’s much harder in the human realm.” 

Fae nods in understanding. “Well duh, the human realm is almost completely zapped of magic. Only the most powerful warlocks and witches can cast. The fact you can cast at all with how little you know is impressive.” they tell Mika.  

“Now, let’s focus on the elements. That’s my specialty.” 

Mika spends hours just trying to focus on feeling the magic of the earth below her feet. Fae makes her take off her boots and practice grounding herself to the plains. She wiggles her toes deep into the soil and concentrates on feeling the magic around her. She can feel it pulsing at her feet and burrowing deep into the ground. Much like a plant, expanding its roots to a deep ecosystem that communicates.  

Fae’s able to teach her how to manipulate the plants, even if it’s only a little vine today. The way Fae looks approvingly at Mika lets her know she’s not completely hopeless.

As the evening approaches, Mika finds herself sluggishly going back to her room. The fireplace is lit, and she collapses on the rug in front of it. She groans and burrows her face into her arms. She feels every muscle in her body aching and screaming at her.  

Who knew practicing magic would also be physically taxing? Not a single video game she’d ever played, that’s for sure.  

“Not too much now child, you are just getting started.” a low voice echoes deeply and rumbles through her bones. Mika sits up straight, looking around the room trying to find the source.  

The deep voice chuckles. “I'm not easily found.”   

Mika looks confused and she sighs; she thinks she’s losing her mind. Maybe she’s been double cursed. 

“I am a gift, not a curse. I’m here to provide aid.” 

Before Mika can even begin to think of a reply, the door opens, and Sam enters their shared room. He’s stretching when he sees Mika sprawled on the ground in front of the fireplace. He grins widely, cocking his head to the side.  

“Rough day?” he teases. 

Mika groans and continues to stay laid out on the floor. “I didn’t think magic would be so physical ...” 

Sam chuckles as he comes closer toward her. He crouches down and sweeps the hair from her face. “Did you think it would be easy?”  

She rolls her eyes, “No, I just...if my grandpa could do it I just thought-” she sits up frowning.  

“Your old man was different.” Sam said softly, cupping her face. “He also had a lot more time under his belt. You can do it.” 

She leans into his hand and closes her eyes. “Thanks.”  

“C’mon.” Sam stands and easily lifts Mika up to her feet. “We should eat something before we pass out for the night.”  

Mika looks up at Sam, still getting used to his demon form. He’s so much taller than before, not to mention his horns or tail. He catches her stare and raises a brow. 

She flushes at being caught before stumbling over her words, “Do you even need to eat or sleep in this form?”  

He shakes his head, “Not really, but it feels nice to lay with you.” he bends down to nip at her neck, “I mean, if you wanted to you could easily fill me up.” he whispers in her ear.  

She flushes a deep shade of red before swatting at him. “You are such and insufferable tease!” She mutters, trying to walk away.  

Mika doesn’t make it far before Sam grabs her wrist and easily pulls her back toward him, “Only finishing what you started.” he murmurs before capturing her mouth for a deep kiss that has Mika melting under him.  

He pulled away just as quickly as he started smirking down at her. Mika’s face is at least three different shades of red as she avoids his eyes.  

“C’mon, you definitely need to eat.” he said grabbing her arms to steady her. “You’re shaking.”  

Mika wants to argue back with him, but she feels her knees buckle and she closes her mouth quickly. Instead, she just lets Sam guide her to the dining hall with only a hint of embarrassment.  

The interaction leaves her light and immediately she forgets the voice who was talking in her head.  

They both seem to miss the bright orange eyes staring after them from the fireplace.

After dinner, Mika goes to the bathroom to take a bath before bed. Sam stays behind talking to his brothers and Mika takes this solo time to actually bathe. Unlike the night before when she’s sure she just made a mess with Sam. She settles her body into the water trying to stop herself from blushing at the images playing in her mind from last night.  

Her brain screams at her with so much conflicting information. She’s not home, she’s in the demon realm. Not to mention she’s stuck here because of a genocidal dictator. She doesn’t know what is going to happen. This world isn’t hers, these demons don’t know her, and she really only can rely on the incubi brothers. Not to mention the voice she had heard in her head before dinner.  

She sinks lower into the water to dunk her head. She’s so tired of fighting for her life. 

When she comes back up, she finishes her bath and dries herself off, getting ready for bed. She easily found plenty of clothes in the dresser, and she found a long night gown to comfortably sleep in.  

When she exits the bathroom, she sees Sam lounging on the bed waiting for her. He smiles warmly at her and pats the empty spot on the bed next to him. Mika crawls onto the bed and easily slides into the covers and presses into his warm arms.  

It doesn’t take long before she falls fast asleep.  

That’s the last moment of peace Mika feels. Her dreams run wild from her anxiety. All she sees is fire; it’s so hot she can’t breathe. She tries to walk through the flaming embers but all she’s met with are dead ends.  

One after another Mika finds walls of fire, and she starts to hear screams in the distance. The voices warble together in a cacophony of horror. She finally breaks into an open area and the fires disappear. She frantically turns circles in the black abyss, searching for anything. 

 “Mika...” She hears her name like a distant whisper, and she turns to try to find the source.  

She turns to come face to face with Sam... but it’s not, he’s not right. His body is burnt, almost ashes. The burns and blood mix together and she doesn’t recognize his face.  

“Aomaris-” she cries reaching a hand out to hesitantly touch his half-burned face.  

He glares at her and one of his hands snatches her wrist in a tight grip. The scorched skin radiates a fire burning her up. She tries to pry herself out of his tight grip, but she can’t move, flames curling up her arm.  

“Aomaris, please!” She cries for him, but he doesn’t move.  

“You did this.” He mutters. 

Mika feels the fires grow larger taking her in, burning her flesh, her screams being deafened by the heat blazing over her and burning her from the inside out.  

“Mika, Mika, hey wake up-”  

Her eyes fly open and Mika crawls to sit up, looking over herself in panic. Her skin is normal and soft flesh. Her eyes flash up to Sam, who’s looking at her like she’s a wounded deer. She feels her chest heaving from how hard she’s breathing, and she shuts her eyes trying to control her breath. 

“Mika, it was a nightmare.” Sam tells her softly, pulling her gently toward him.  

She looks up at him, searching his face to make sure he’s fine. Sam’s normal, uninjured face looks back at her with concern. 

She takes a shaky breath and leans into his chest, holding him tightly.  

He easily wraps his large arms around her, rubbing her back soothingly. He hushes her, reassuring her that it was a nightmare and nothing more.  

When Mika finally pulls herself together, she pulls back a bit to look up at him. 

Sam cups her face, looking at her in concern, “What happened? You were screaming.” 

She shakes her head and hides in his chest, “I don’t want to talk about it...I- I thought I lost you.” She whispers.  

Sam brushes her hair down and cradles her to him. “You can’t lose me,” He teases lightly. “Promise I’m not going anywhere.” 

Silence settles over them for a while as Mika tries to regulate her heart again. She focuses on listening to Sam’s heartbeat, trying to match her breathing with his. 

She’s almost fully asleep again when she slips out in a soft murmur, “I love you.” 

Sam freezes, his body tightening. “What did you say?”  

Mika doesn’t think too hard through her foggy sleepy haze, “I love you Aomaris.” She whispers softly.  

Sam quickly flips Mika on her back, as he hovers above her. His arms bracing next to her. She’s wide awake now, her face flushed as she realized what she said.  

She’s looking up at Sam in the dark of the room and can only truly see his eyes, which have a faint golden ring around them as he looks down at her. She thinks his face is flushed, but she can’t really make it out.  

“Say it again.” Sam asks in quiet demand. 

The nerves leave Mika’s body as she relaxes into the soft bed underneath him. Her hands come up to cup his face.  

“I said, I love you Aomaris.” 

Mika barely gets to finish her sentence before Sam’s capturing her lips in a deep kiss. His hands moving down to hold her hips, pressing himself into the bed.  

His kisses are different from the night before, not ravenous at all. They’re long, deep, and fueled by something much deeper than lust.  

Mika’s hands try to find perch, one on his face trying to pull him impossibly closer, and the other running through his hair.  

Sam pulls back running soft kisses down her neck, “Again...”  

Mika finds herself giggling softly, “Aomaris-” she chastises him. 

Sam stops kissing her and looks up at Mika with a fixed frown. He pulls himself up to lean on his arms over her again. He gently brushes her hair behind her ear as his eyes roam her face. 

“I love you Mika, and I'd do anything to keep you safe.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her forehead.  

Sam finally lays back down and pulls Mika into his chest, pulling the blankets up to wrap around her. 

Mika feels her heart squeeze in response, and she smiles up at him. She presses one more kiss to Sam’s mouth. “Goodnight.”  

“Goodnight doofus.” He replies halfheartedly as he wraps his limbs around Mika protectively. 

The night after that was dreamless. Mika slept peacefully, fully wrapped up in Sam. 

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Hi hello! Sorry I died for a while. Burnout decided to smack me like truck-kun and I got isekai-ed to the magic world of college. Not fun.

Anyways! I have another edition into the Seduce Me Edgy AU? Angst AU?? AU where everyone is just a bit more miserable.

For now I'm calling this specific timeline of events the "Smoke and Brimstone"

Long story shorter than it could have been:

This timeline has the Talia/Marigold duo instead of Mika. The important one for this post is Marigold. She is the woman sleeping next to Matthew.

Now normal Matthew is pretty mentally healthy. At least in comparison to the rest of his family. This Matthew though? N a h. To counters his insecurities and inferiority complex, he gained a cruel "prankster" persona. He knows his pranks are mean spirited but they make him feel better about himself. Less small.

One day though, he decided pranking his family wasn't really an option for now so instead he went out to town all day. That night, he ran into an old... "friend". Aka a woman he bullied when they were younger. Always stealing her things, getting a rise out of her until she fought him. That was the best part of his day way back then even if he lost the fight. She was just interesting. For a while she had disappeared, seemingly replaced with a new servant.

When they saw each other in the club it was awkward to meet again but, in the crazed atmosphere of the club, the familiarity the other brought melted the awkwardness away. One thing led to another and well... they're in a hotel room.

Marigold knew better than to believe that this encounter was just "for the fun of it",

"Did you come to me to run away from something else?" She asked, knowingly. And she wasn't wrong.

Matthew went to the club to get away from his family for a bit and Marigold herself went there to just be around people again after losing all her friends to the Demon Lord. Seems they're both running from something in their past.

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Ahhh I keep forgetting this blog exists. Hi seduce me fandom

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I was a different person when I decided to do this. Don't hold me to this🥀

So im rebuilding my OCs from scratch, starting with Aron (I think shes slowly getting farther and farther away from self insert category as time goes on) soooo i may or may not be posting quite a bit about lore in the future and hopefully my ocs will be more fleshed out

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So im rebuilding my OCs from scratch, starting with Aron (I think shes slowly getting farther and farther away from self insert category as time goes on) soooo i may or may not be posting quite a bit about lore in the future and hopefully my ocs will be more fleshed out

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Low-key wanna continue to make my au more and more unhinged

And like its so traumatizing already

Maybe by the end of each eary everyone becomes just a bit more unhinged.

So as time goes on they become uhhhhh..

Absolutely unhinged

And morally corrupt

ESPECIALLY after the second game. They're traumatized.

I'll probably make this a separate version of the au so the main au is less crazy. Maybe. Maybe not.

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So I'd like to share some art of one of my ocs Cerysan and of course Sam. I have a story for her so if people are interested I might share. <3

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🩵 Tics ask game 🩵

What is your diagnosis? When did you receive a diagnosis?

Tell a positive story about your tics

Tell an embarrassing story about your tics

Do you have any rare/unusual/really complex tics?

What was your first tic?

Have you ever been to a Tourette’s camp or other gathering for people with tics?

Do you have irl friends who also have tics?

What is your funniest tic?

When you dream at night, do you ever have tics in your dreams?

How do you cope with tics at school/work?

Does anyone else in your family have tics?

What is the strangest thing someone has ever said about your tics?

Name a task that is (in your opinion) surprisingly difficult to do with tics

Name a task that is (in your opinion) surprisingly easy to do with tics

What advice would you give to someone who has just developed tics?

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its that time of year again

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ummm so bored so send me tourettes related asks for tourettes awareness month