And then, just like that, he was back, as if he had never left. The blonde-haired demon stood in her foyer, shedding his worn sneakers with a casual flick of his foot before draping his signature black jacket over a nearby chair. Mikki inhaled deeply, catching the faint scent of perfume clinging to him—a luxurious women’s fragrance, rich and alluring. Dirt muddied his sneakers, evidence of the gritty crossroads he traveled, while a coating of dust lingered on his black jeans.
Her heart swelled with joy at his return, fluttering like butterflies in her chest at the sight of his boyish grin. But as she noticed the smudge of crimson lipstick staining the corner of his mouth, a wave of uncertainty washed over her. It was a stark reminder of his dark dealings, a shadow looming over their relationship. Mikki approached with caution, she understood the weight of his existence as a crossroads demon.
She accepted him for what he was, never allowing resentments to taint her feelings. When their gazes locked, his bright green eyes piercing through the tension around them, Mikki witnessed a transformation—a softening as he became utterly focused on her, the rest of the world fading into obscurity. Deep within, she held a quiet certainty: he was hers. He was her demon.
With a tender reach, Mikki brushed away the remnants of lipstick from his lips, her thumb trailing softly down his skin. She felt him flinch beneath her gentle touch, emotions swirling in his eyes like a storm. Regret and loneliness played across his features, and he appeared lost, ensnared in his own turmoil as he met her unwavering gaze.
A reluctant sigh escaped him, his brow furrowing with a mixture of irritation and vulnerability. “People like to dress up to sell their souls,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, yet laden with unspoken emotion.
Mikki harbored no jealousy for the woman who had bartered her soul with the devil. To her, Aakil was simply that—her demon, ensnared in an existence that blurred the lines of right and wrong. There was no thrill for him in the transactions he conducted, a detached indifference to the intimate encounters that marked his job.
Yet, with her, he was different. She could sense the hitch in his breath when they were close, could feel the rapid thudding of his heart in the silence between them. That electric sensation pulsed outward before a kiss, an uncharted territory of desire that was uniquely theirs. The kisses, his signature marking his contracts—souls, of which he possessed no love for—seemed to fade away when he was with her. The notion of dragging her soul to hell was foreign to him, he craved connection rather than destruction.
Mikki’s autumn-hued eyes locked onto his, the intensity of her stare igniting something deeper within him. Without warning, she gripped the fabric of his shirt, tugging at the soft cotton with determination. Confusion flickered in Aakil’s gaze as she pushed him back, his back meeting the wall with a soft thud. Her eyes, hungry and alive, roamed his features. The golden curls grazing his ears, kissed by the sun, blended beautifully with darker undertones, creating ribbons of color that framed his striking features. His sun-kissed skin glowed, highlighting the vibrant green of his irises as they reflected an array of emotions—a lust for more.
And those lips—full, inviting, and undeniably enticing—seemed to beckon her.
Her fingers glided over his chest, tracing the contours of his skin before sliding to the nape of his neck, where they tangled softly in his curly hair. Mikki leaned in, rising on the tips of her toes, her breath mingling with his as she closed the distance. In response, his hand splayed across her waist, drawing her in with an urgent pull that spoke of longing and need.
Her breath ghosted like a whisper against his heated skin as Mikki’s soft lips hovered close to Aakil’s, her silent question lingering in the air between them. The warmth of his smile danced against her parted lips, a teasing gesture that ignited a whirlwind of frustration within her. Each gentle brush of her mouth against his seemed to amplify the tension, leaving her yearning for more as the moment stretched, electric and charged. The demon felt so soft against her, taunting as his fingers slipped along the edges of her waistband.
Mikki’s knuckles turned white as she gripped his shirt, her fingers intertwining with the fabric like a lifeline. Each gentle caress along her skin he offered sent shivers coursing through her. With a suppressed groan escaping her lips, she pulled back, settling onto her feet with an annoyed scowl etched across her face. The intensity of her reaction was palpable, but it seemed to trigger something in him. In a heartbeat, he stepped closer, lifting her chin gently yet firmly, his gaze locked onto hers. Then, with a sudden surge of yearning, he pressed his soft, warm lips against hers, igniting a spark that sent a rush of warmth through them both.
Aakil’s kisses were tender and caressing, each one a whisper of warmth as Mikki surrendered to the moment, pressing her body against his as if she were always meant to fit there. The feel of him through the soft fabric of his clothes teased her senses, heightening the electric tension thrumming within her. She rose to her tiptoes, her fingers raking through the silky strands of his curls, savoring the sweet essence of him as she tasted him.
They broke apart for a fleeting moment, their breaths an enticing heat radiating between them. The longing in his gaze was unmistakable, intense and consuming. His delicate lips wandered along her jawline, teasing and gentle, igniting a flicker of need as she struggled to regain her breath, feeling the sensation linger on her while a strained moan escaped her swollen lips.
It wasn’t enough, Mikki wanted more. Her lips sought his again, a soft yet insistent invitation that stirred a fire within him, coaxing him to lose control. A hushed groan emitted from him as she pressed herself against the feel of him, the grit of his jeans biting into her as she slid against him. Exploring his mouth with gentle pressure, enjoying all he had to offer—his flavor, the way his tongue glided smoothly against hers, and the soft sounds she coaxed from him. He was utterly hers, a canvas upon which she would etch her signature, leaving the imprint of her passionate kisses lingering on his lips like a secret.
The intimacy of the moment deepened as she felt the gentle pressure of his lips, drawing her closer into a world where only they existed, engulfed by a soft haze of passion and desire. As they drew apart, their breath intertwined, each exhale a testament to the intensity of their connection. Aakil leaned in closer, his forehead resting against hers, the softness of his skin contrasting with the heat radiating from their flushed faces. The fervor of their desire slowly ebbed, yet he enveloped her in a secure embrace, savoring the lingering sensations between them. Their hearts raced in unison, a silent promise hanging in the air as they reveled in the closeness that danced around them.
Mikki swallowed hard, drawing in a slow, steady breath as her fingertips glided over the contours of his chest. “When you kiss them,” she murmured, a playful smirk dancing on her swollen lips, “You’ll think of me.”
He exhaled softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he mirrored her sly smile. “I only think of you,” the demon replied, his skin ablaze with warmth, flushed from the undeniable presence of the woman who held his very essence in her hands.
Emrys smiled softly, rubbing up and down Aakil back.
"That's not how trauma works. Like at all. You can ask any of my siblings."
He pulled the djinn into his arms, not carrying his thus flew in the face of how casual they both insisted this was. He had woken to screams, his fight instinct ready to go, but how does one fight inner demons? Especially of someone he cared about? The family way always worked for him, so he hugged Aakil tightly.
"You went through something terrible and unfair and painful. And just because you've moved past it doesn't mean the memories won't still haunt you. Trust me. I know all about it."
Hey, just wanted to make an update saying yet another song was made by my good friend GuyWhoLikesGames! It’s the theme belonging to the good doctor Sophia Aakil.
“Aakil!”
“Huh—what?” The demon was pulled from his thoughts, realizing he was staring blankly into space. Taking in the room, Aakil realized three things: first, Castiel was glaring daggers at him, making it clear that one wrong move would result in his death. Second, Riley stared back at him with furrowed brows, clearly showing her disgust toward his behavior of staring blankly at her for the past ten minutes. And third, Mikki had no idea why, and they all had to get along if they wanted to live happily ever after.
“I said, does this look straight?” Mikki asked, glancing from him to the strings of light that softly illuminated the colorful balloons hanging on the wall.
Feeling the growing anxiety and the knot in his stomach due to the angel next to him, Aakil blurted out, “It looks like me.”
Mikki paused for a beat before narrowing her eyes in confusion, “What does that mean?”
“It means it looks straight, but from the red, purple, and blue, it’s clearly bisexual,” he explained, waving his hand toward the colored balloons as he spoke. Mikki stared at him for a moment as the silence stretched on. After a beat, he heard Riley stifle a single throaty laugh as she covered her mouth with the back of her hand.
