My Reaction to the Incubi Beach Episode

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James

**has sinful thoughts**

Erik

(MY BAE IS SO WET HOLY SHIT. **proceeds to have more sinful thoughts**)

Sam

(DAMN HE’S RIPPED **EVEN MORE SINFUL THOUGHTS**)

Matthew

(HE IS SO FUCKING CUTE I SWEAR TO GOD THIS SINNAMON ROLL)

Damien

(HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE MY PRECIOUS SON. I DON’T WANNA BANG HIM, C’MON!! >////<)

All of the Incubaes

(THEY ARE ALL ADORABLE, DAMN IT)

[the boys playing scrabble]
Matthew: I will put my “A” down to make “A.”
Damien: I will add to your “A” to make “AT.”
Erik: I will add onto your “AT” to make “RAT.”
James: I will add onto your “RAT” to make “BIOSTRATIGRAPHIC.”
Sam: *flips the board*

The Incubi Reacting To Their Kids Inheriting Their Powers

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James is proud af. Brags about it to EVERYONE.

Erik is worried about the trouble his kids may get into if they use it the wrong way. #overprotectivedad

Sam gets competitive and challenges the kids to weightlifting contests and races.

Matthew’s excited he shares his gift with his kids.

Damien is supportive and teaches his kid how to control their powers.

The Incubi When You Both Walk Into Victoria’s Secret

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James eyes some black lace underwear by the display and growls softly, tracing every curve in your body with his fingertips. “Why don’t you try that one on, love?” He whispers.

Erik steps into your dressing room, as you show him the bra that you thought fit best. His lips curl into a smile as he takes you into his arms. “You might need some help taking that off, princess.”

Sam tugs at your shirt as you lead him into the store. “Doofus, you don’t need more underwear. Especially when it’s all gonna end up on our floor the moment we get home.”

Matthew blushes furiously as you show him the bright red thong you were planning to buy. “Hey, um. Why don’t you put that on tonight…y’know if you feel like it.” He says softly, flashing you a smile.

Damien is speechless as you model your new camisole in the dressing rooms. “You look beautiful.” He says, his hand clasping yours.