[Weak brat. Needing the power of a dragon to defeat me?

You don’t fucking get it, do you? I don’t just have the power of a dragon…]

Well. Seduce Me the Demon War was epic. This was my absolute favorite part of the game, so of course I had to gif it ^_^ This was due in no small part to the music (so amazing I cry) and every time “Confronting the Demon Lord” starts playing, I can hear Sam screaming these words. (If you haven’t bought the soundtrack, go do it.)

Anyway, this is the first gifset (1/6?) of the character gifsets I plan to make. I know it’s a bit late in the making but I’m back and ready to show my appreciation towards these amazing characters and their creator. Thank you for such a moving and emotional (sometimes evilly emotional >_<) game, Mama Michaela <3

FanFic: Before The Demon War

(Seduce Me Fanfic <3) (AKA: Sam x MC)

Sam could see the concern in Mika’s eyes. Sam had been acting weird lately, maybe because of work stress? Or maybe because he had just had a lot on his mind. Mika was very concerned, but didn’t want to push him. But it was only a few days before their wedding, and Mika wanted this to be cleared up before the actual thing. She walked into his office, knocking on the door, and he barked, “Come in!” She opened the door hesitantly, and walked in, closing the door behind her. She was very nervous about asking Sam what was wrong, but knew she had to. She couldn’t stand watching him suffer alone anymore. “Sam.. What’s been going on lately?” Sam glanced up from his work, up to Mika. He sighed and sat back in his chair, “Nothing, why?” Mika decided to sit on one of the chairs across from him, and crossed her legs. She was nervous, but this was the one she loved. She wasn’t going to turn back now. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, and opened them back up, to see Sam raising an eyebrow. “What’s going on..?” He let out. 

Mika looked up at him, with a concerned gaze, “Sam, you’ve been acting so distant lately, what’s up?” Sam finally sat up in his chair, and locked gazes with her. “I don’t know what your talking about.” He said in a stern tone. He knew very well what she meant, but was he afraid to answer her? Sam closed his eyes and let out a hesitant sigh. “I.. I want to go back to the demon world.” Mika froze, he wanted to go back, why? Questions were weighing down on her mind, she was confused, when did this suddenly pop up? He opened his eyes, “I know your going to ask why, and I’ll answer now..”

Mika looked deep into his eyes, waiting for his answer, “I just.. I don’t feel like a demon anymore, y’know? Don’t get me wrong, I hate that bastard of a father, but the Abyssal Plains, is, well.. Where I grew up. I came because I didn’t want to be without my brothers, that’s that. But, I guess.. I feel, homesick? Like the humans call it?” Mika smiled, and let out a small giggle. After that, she got up, ran to his side, and hugged him tightly. Mika dug her face in his shoulder, which made his face turn a slight pink. “Huh?” Mika hugged a little tigher, “If you want to go back home, then let’s go back home. And we can ask your brothers if they can come with us! Even their wives! I’m sure they wouldn’t mind!” She slightly let go of the embrace, and looked at him with hope.

“Sam, if you want to go, we’ll go.” Sam’s eyes filled with joy, he smiled, and put his forehead against hers. “Are you sure?” Mika nodded and rubbed her nose against his, “Of course I am! You deserve to get whatever you want! You’ve been working so hard lately too!”

Slowly, Sam leaned in and gave her a passionate kiss. She returned by deepening the kiss between them. His arms wrapped around her waist, and the kiss continued for a little longer. They showed everything they deserved in that kiss: love, and passion.

(Btw, this is my fanfic of what happened before she was taken and stuff xD, I hope you enjoy!)

Sick: Sam x Reader Fluff

(Setting is in winter)

(F/TV/S- Favorite TV show)

(H/C- Hair Color)

Y/N POV

“You sure that outfit is gonna keep your warm?” Sam asks with his hands in his pockets. I nod, “I like the cold, so I’ll be fine.” Sam scoffs and gives me a warm hug, “Don’t stay too long, I get that they’re your friends, but-” I cut Sam off with a quick peck on the lips, “I know, I’ll try and be home by 9:00!” Sam smiles and opens the door for me to meet my friends at the Golden Reef Diner five blocks away from our house. “I really don’t like you walking, but if you insist I guess it’s okay,” Sam says rocking on the balls of his feet. “Yup, I’ll be fine and if there’s a problem, I will call you~” I say booping his nose and walk out the door.

I open the doors to the diner and see Suzu and Naomi sitting at a table waving toward me. I hustle over to the table and sit down. “HI GURL,” Suzu yells, stares from people follow. “Suzu! Be quiet,” Naomi says angrily. Suzu grumbles in response and I look at the menu. ‘Hmmm, what to get? The Fettuccine Alfredo sounds delicious, but then there’s also Seafood Platter. I’ll go with the with Fettuccine Alfredo to be safe!’ A waitress comes to our table and politely asks, “What can I get you ladies to drink ?” I ponder for a second coming to a decision, “I’ll have a (favorite drink).” The waitress nods, “And what about you,” she asks looking towards Suzu. “I would love to have a vodka on the rocks!” The waitress writes down Suzu’s drink and Naomi orders a Coke with lemon.

Minutes pass by and the waitress comes back with our drinks. She asks us what we’d like to eat and we all order of entree’s. “Okay, those will be out in about twenty minutes,” she says smiling and walks away. “So… what’s it like living in a mansion with one hot man?” Suzu asks emphasizing the word hot, “Anything exciting,” she remarks, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “Well, I-I… uh, yeah it’s… nice?” I respond, very visibly flustered. Suzu laughs in response to my answer to her question, “How many times?” I sheepishly state, “A-around 10… or more, maybe, I don’t know. I’ve lost track.” Suzu gawks at me, “Dammmnnnn gurl, get some!” I laugh and retort, “at least I have fun~” Suzu glares at me in a joking manner.

Naomi coughs, getting both of our attention, “Let’s talk about this in a… different setting, we can go back to my place afterwards!” Suzu aggrees, but I have to decline, “ I would love to, but Sam and I are going to catch up on (F/TV/S), maybe another time.” Naomi nods and smiles, “okay, that’s fine. Have fun!” “But not too much fun, if you’re picking up was I’m putting down,” Suzu says with an evil smirk. I roll my eyes and scoff. The three of us talk about random things like cats, Suzu’s trip to Italy, and TV shows. Soon enough, our food arrived looking delicious as ever!

My mouth waters at the sight of my dinner. A delicately prepared bowl of steaming hot fettuccine, properly soaked in a white and creamy sauce with various steamed vegetables mixed in. Suzu gets a long rectangle plate that has a seared pork chop with a plethora of different spices and seasoning on it. Towards the other end of her plate was a mixture of sweet peas, carrots, broccoli, and corn with a decently sized dollop of mashed potatoes alongside it. Naomi is given a plate with a large bowl of minestrone soup on it. The wide assortment of vegetables floating in it consisted of: beans, celery, onions, carrots, zucchini, and tomatoes. Small pieces of penne floating around within the vegetable stock along with the various vegetables. On the plate, next to the bowl, are three crostini’s for dipping into the soup. “Thank you! This looks delicious,” I say enthusiastically. “You’re welcome, enjoy,” the waitress replies and walks over to another table. The three of us dig into our food, savoring the delicious taste.

We all finish our food and split the bill, leaving a $20.00 tip. I hug my friends and say goodbye, leaving the diner and walking home. I stick my nose up and feel soft snowflakes dance along my now reddened skin. I sigh, my breath becoming cold and visible, almost like a dragon. I put my hood up and stuff my hands into my pockets. Picking up my pace, I trip over a crack in the sidewalk and slam face first into the snow covered grass. I slowly get up, angrily sighing due to my now damp clothing. I continue walking home, but I have to cross a major street. I take my hands out of the pockets of my hoodie and press the crosswalk button, waiting for it to tell me to go. It says I’m good to walk now, but of course all of the elderly people and teenagers are driving so it takes a million years for them to stop, making me wait for the signal to go again. Finally, after about ten minutes of standing in the freezing cold, I cross the road and continue my journey home. My nose begins to drip with snot and I rub it away, covering my hoodie sleeve. ‘Alright, two more blocks,’ I think to myself. I come across another street I have to cross, looking both ways and see no cars. I go to take one step and a car goes flying down the road. “HEY WATCH IT ASSHOLE!” I yell, flipping the driver off and continue walking. I finally arrive home after a long and treacherous forty minute walk.

I fiddle with my keys, finding the one to unlock the house and shove it into the lock, turning it to the right and opening the door. I enter the warm mansion and close the door, kicking off my shoes and leaving my keys by the door. “SAM,” I call out, letting him know I’m home. Not even two seconds later, I see my lovely fiancé slowly walking down the grand staircase. “Jesus you look cold,” he says calmly and hugs me, “and feel cold too.” Sam lifts me up and carries me to our bedroom. He places me on the king sized bed, “Don’t move,” he states holding my shoulder. The brute runs out of the room and comes back with multiple different blankets, hot cocoa, and popcorn. Sam takes a blanket and drapes it around my shoulders, handing me a mug of hot chocolate. He turns on the fire place and the TV, putting on (F/TV/S.) Sam wraps a blanket around himself, sets his mug of hot chocolate on the night stand, and pulls me close to him. We silently watch (F/TV/S), Sam occasionally placing soft kisses on my head. I nibble on the popcorn he had made placed in the middle of the bed. Sam puts his hand against my forehead, “I think you might be getting sick,” he says in a ‘I told you so’ manner. “Psh, me getting sick, never!” I reply, leaning into his chest. I soon ignore the sounds emitting from the TV and instead focus on Sam’s heartbeat. The slow and even pace of his heartbeat and breathing slowly rocks me to bed as I fall asleep in is arms.

I wake up in the middle of the night and make a dash to the bathroom. I violently shove the toilet seat up and throw up into the porcelain throne. I try to hold my hair back and prop myself up on the toilet, which does not work out for me. My stress is soon relived as a pair of hands pulls my hair back gently and rubs my back. “Thank you,” I say weakly before throwing up again. After what feels like an eon, I don’t feel the need to regurgitate my innards and wipe the bile around my mouth with my arm. I look at Sam with a weak smile, “I guess you were right. I am so fucking sick.” Sam ruffles my hair and helps me up, handing me my toothbrush and toothpaste. “I’ll accept my victory after I make sure you’re okay,” he says sweetly in a deeper voice than usual due to being woken up. I smile and brush my teeth, discarding the plastic toothbrush afterwards. I wash my hands and open the medicine chest looking for a drug to temporarily aid me of my misfortune. “Hey, you should take that medicine after you eat something. This should make you feel better until then,” Sam says turning me around and enthralling me. It wasn’t the usual enthrallmemt that he would use when we’d make love, this felt calm and soothing. I smile weakly and hug him, wrapping my legs around his waist and he carries me to our bedroom. Sam lies me down on the bed, grabbing a thinner blanket and placing that over my body. He crawls into bed with me and places an arm around my waist, spooning me. I succumb to sleep again in my fiancé’s arms.

My eyes flutter open after I feel a hand caress my face, moving the hair out of my face. Sam places a kiss on my forehead and backs away. “Good morning Doofus,” he says sweetly. “Go..od morn…in,” I mumble softly, burying my head in the soft pillow my head lies atop of. Sam gently ruffles my hair, “Come on, get up, I’ll make you breakfast and then you can take some medicine. Okay?” I nod slowly and open my arms, signaling him to pick me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he places one arm around my back and the other arm under my ass. I nuzzle into the crook of his neck, my body feeling like Jell-O while I slowly gain control of my limbs. I cling onto Sam like a baby sloth as he walks down the stairs and into the dining room.

He places me down in a chair and softly asks what I want for breakfast. I shrug in response. “Hmm, how about some toast and bacon?” Sam asks sweetly, looking at me curiously. “That… sounds nice,” I croak while smiling. He ruffles my hair and goes into the kitchen, almost instantaneously coming back with a glass of water. He places it on the table next to me and darts back to the kitchen, preparing breakfast. I silently wait for him to be done, the aroma of the fresh toast and bacon wafting around the kitchen and dining room. Sam comes out with a plate of two pieaces of toast, lots of bacon, and some fresh fruit on the side. I smile and thank him. He sits down across from me after getting a cup of coffee for himself. “What about you?” I ask looking st the plate of food and then toward Sam. He raises an eyebrow, “Huh, what do you mean?” Sam says, taking a sip of his coffee. “Are you going to eat as well?” I reply. “Me, no I’m not. I’ll eat when after I take care of you for a bit,” he says looking at me smiling. I only flaw and throw a piece of bacon at him, “eat the fucking bacon,” I retort jokingly. Sam, bewildered by getting a piece of bacon thrown at him, sighs and eats some of the bacon from my plate, “Happy now?” “Yes, very.” I slowly eat my food and when I’m done, Sam takes the plates and places them in the sink, leaving them to be washed later.

“Alright, lets give you some medicine,” Sam says, walking into the dining room and picks me up, taking me to the master bathroom. He places me down on the toilet and goes toward the medicine chest. “What do you need to take for a stomach bug?” Sam asks. “Just fuck me up with all of that medicine.” “Nice try, but I’m not about to kill my fiancé five month before the wedding.” I roll my eyes, “If there’s Pepto Bismal, then-” I start to violently cough like a seal, alerting Sam. He quickly gets one of those small paper cups and fills it with the tap water from the sink, handing it to me. I drink the water and the coughs die down a little. Sam walks over to me with a thermometer and shoves it into my mouth. He pulls out the thermometer ten seconds later and reads the numbers, “103.5°F,” and sighs, kissing my forehead. “Ok, so I need more than Pepto Bismal,” I giggle. “I guess so,” Sam nods, walking back to the medicine chest and pulls out Pepto Bismal and DayQuil, “Here, take these.” I nod and swallow the pills from the packages. I open my arms again and Sam smiles, picking me up again, “Where to Doofus?” I point on the direction of our bedroom, “ I wanna watch TV and take a nap.” He nods and walks over to our bedroom, opening the door and bringing me to the bed. He gently sits me down on the bed and turns on the TV, “I’ll be right back,” Sam says and leaves the room, leaving me to flop through the channels and find Animal Planet. He comes back shortly after with a damp cloth and a glass of water. Sam places the glass of water on my nightstand and gently lays the damp cloth on my forehead, softly pressing me back. Understanding what he’s trying to do, I lean back against the cushioned headboard.

After watching Animal Planet and all of the reruns of The Puppy Bowl for almost two hours, I peel the cloth off of my forehead and place it on the nightstand next to the now empty glass of water. “Can I take a nap?” I tiredly ask Sam. He nods and kisses my forehead, “take as long as you’d like.” I smile and turn around, closing my eyes. I feel Sam slowly glide his fingers through my hair, soothing me to sleep.

I wake up from my nap four hours later, Sam’s arm draped over my waist. I smile softly and sit up, his arm falling down onto the mattress. I yawn and stretch loudly. Sam wakes up and sits up as well, looking at the time, “it’s already four o’clock. Do you want to eat an early dinner, take a shower, and go to sleep early. You also need to take another round of medicine soon.” I lightly smile, “yeah, that sounds nice,” I say, yawning again, “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, can you start making dinner?” Sam nods and walks out of our room and downstairs. I slowly get out from under the covers and wobble to the bathroom. I do what I gotta do and leave the bathroom, slowly walking down the stairs, making sure I don’t fall. When I enter the dining room, my nose is attacked by an array of fresh aromas. I take a deep breath and smile, sitting down. I already know what Sam is making for me: chicken noodle soup. I wait patiently for Sam to walk out of the kitchen with a big bowl of chicken noodle soup and slices of bread on the side. I smile and thank him. “Don’t worry, I made a bowl for myself too. I’d rather not get bread or a piece of chicken flung at me,” Sam says walking back to the kitchen and grabbing a bowl of his own. I giggle and start to eat the soup. The warmth filling my body and my taste buds having a party from the delicious flavors that arises due to the wonderful and perfectly balanced mixture of spices, vegetables, noodles, chicken, and stock. I almost moan from how good this soup is, but I stop myself. I slowly eat the soup, savoring the taste. When I’m halfway done with my soup, Sam is done with his, “I’m gonna go set up a bath for you. You okay here for a bit?” I nod, my mouth full of soup. Sam smiles, ruffles my hair and walks up the stairs to prepare a bath.

About twenty minutes pass and I finish my soup, around the same time, Sam descends down the staircase and comes into the dining room. “You done eating,” he asks gingerly, planting a kiss on my cheek. I nod and smile. Sam picks me up and carries me into the bathroom, “Do you want to take your medicine before or after the bath?” I ponder for a second, “Before.” Sam places me down on the toilet and grabs the bottle of Pepto Bismal and NightQuil. I swallow the pills and start to take off my shirt, fumbling a bit. “Let me help you with that,” Sam says helpfully. I put my hands down and Sam takes off my shirt, both of us blushing since I wasn’t wearing a bra. He unties the knot in my sweatpants, pulling them off. Sam also takes off my underwear and slowly walks me over to the bath, helping me into the warm water. I slide into the tiny pool of warmth and take a deep breath, the smell of roses filling my nose. “Thank you,” I say grinning brightly. Sam smiles and reaches for the shampoo, “Turn around.” I do as he says and face the wall. Sam squeezes the shampoo onto his hands and washes my hair, massaging it too. He takes a plastic cup, filling it with the warm rose water from the tub and gently pours it onto my head. The water gracefully cascading down my (H/C) locks. Sam repeats this three times and then puts conditioner in my hair. I lean back against the frame of the tub, keeping my head up. Sam starts to softly massage my shoulders and neck while waiting for the conditioner to set. I sit for around five minutes, Sam’s hands press into my shoulders and his thumbs rub my neck. He pecks my cheek and calmly says, “Sit up.” I slowly sit up straight as my loving fiancé rinses my hair. He gingerly moves me to my original place. I stretch out my legs, my knees slightly poking out of the water. Sam takes a washcloth and squeezes the strawberry and rose scented body soap onto it. He rubs the cloth on my neck and shoulders, the heavenly scent of the soap getting absorbed by my skin making me smell nice. Sam lifts up my right arm and washes it, then places it back down into the water and repeats with my left arm. He stretches out my leg, my ankle resting on the rim of the tub, gently spreading the soap on my legs. The soap suds travel down from my calves to my thighs and into the water, sticking around my curves. Sam lowers my legs into the water and squeezes out the washcloth into the warm water of the tub, placing the now wet piece of cloth on the edge of the frame. He leans over and kisses my forehead, “enjoy yourself, I’ll come back in thirty minutes.” I hum in response, closing my eyes after he leaves the bathroom. I rest my arms on the edge of the tub, submerging myself into the small warm body of water. The scent relaxing me and puts me to sleep.

I feel a soft kiss on my forehead, “Get up Doofus.” I stir awake and open my eyes, I’m still in the tub, the water now a lukewarm. Sam takes my hand and helps me out of the tub. He wraps a towel around me and lifts me up onto the vanity. His gentle hands caress my cheek and he leans in, peppering soft kisses on my lips, “You are so beautiful, even when you’re sick.” I blush and kiss him back, pulling away and yawning. “Tired again?” I nod in response to his question. “Alrighty then,” .Sam picks me up and carries me to our bedroom. He places me down on the bed and grabs a brush from the dresser. He sits down behind me and gingerly glides the brush through my (H/C) hair. The water droplets from my hair dripped onto the bed, but we didn’t care. Sam gets up and looks through the drawers, finding a thing of pajamas for me to wear: one of his old shirts, a pair of shorts, and some underwear. He removes the towel from my body, exposing me to the coldness of our room. I shiver and Sam chuckles, pulling the shirt over my head and helping me put it on. He helps me put on the underwear and shorts too. His hands gently press me on the mattress and he takes off his shirt, sliding into bed. Sam embraces me in a warm hug and I nuzzle into his arms and neck. I take in his scent that I’ve grown to love so much and fall asleep soundly.

True Power [AU!Aomaris]

Pairing: Female!Reader[3rd POV] x AU!Sam 

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sexual themes, reader is mentioned to have a chubby form but you can disregard if you’d really like

A/N: Hi i still love sam and i like to project in my writings kinda, I got some james bullshit in the works bc i love my best friend and rip, tungle dot hell kinda fucked over my first vers of this so yay

A powerful brute demon, that’s what he was, and still is. His true form sported large protruding green horns, pointed in a way that looked like they could stab you if he tried hard enough. His skin was littered with swirls of green taint, and underneath that? Scars. Puffy, often red and angry scars, signs of his immense power. Remnants of all his wins, of what he could withstand and grow back from. His true name is Aomaris, but none but family would call him that. He was always the brute, and soon, it was just Sam, if anyone cared to learn what he called himself.

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School is starting back up, so the boys have messages for you, hoping you’ll have a good start of school! They’re all rooting for you and will be waiting patiently for your return to them. 

Next, Sam (Alejandro Saab)!

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James’s Message

**TRIGGERS FOR EVERYONE, THIS IS A SCENE INVOLVING DAMIEN FROM SEDUCE ME THE OTOME AND YOU IN CHAINS! OKAY?! OKAY.HEADPHONES ARE YOUR BEST FRIEND.

CREDITS: Damien - Jonah Scott ( @jonahscottva ) Script and Mix - Michaela Laws ( @thebunnyofevil )

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SITUATION: You’re with Damien but, because you wanted so desperately for the other brothers to stay in the mansion with you, you’ve been thinking about the guys. Damien… doesn’t like that.

(As you sleep, you hear Damien’s voice echo near your ear, not loud enough to wake you up…) Why do you dream of them? Why not just me? Am I not worth being your dreams, too? All you think of is them… Why not just me? You told me you loved me, yet… I’m not the only one that gets to be in your mind… Why?… Hmm… Then.. I guess I’ll have to make you think of me… 

(You finally wake up to see Damien smile down at you) Ah. You’re awake. Good. I wanted to talk. (Say: Talk? What do you mean?! What’s going on?!) Shhhh, calm down. Calm down. I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t have any reason to leave the room during the conversation. That’s all. (You then realize that you are IN CHAINS and struggle!) I know you’re scared and I know you want to get out but I need to make sure I have your complete (Damien grabs the chains to make you look at him.) attention while we talk about this, okay? I want you to focus on me. Talk to me. Think ONLY of me. Only. Of. Me. Understand? (You think about calling our and screaming for help. The others are here, right?) Don’t bother screaming. The others are gone. They went out today when I asked to get some alone time with you. Since you and I are together, you know?

(You finally calm down and try to listen, but you are frightened as hell...) Why are you so hesitant about this? I just want to talk. Is there something wrong with that? Is there something wrong with talking to me? What did I do? (Say: You chained me up!!) I told you! Arg… mm… nevermind. Don’t think about the chains right now. Think about me. You love me, right? Why not think about me? (Say: I only think about you.) You’re lying. I hear your every thought. You don’t think of me. You think of them. Every day I have to hear you think about them, imagining this and that about them.

Am I– Am I just not good enough for you? Are my brothers that much more memorable than me? (Say: That’s not true!! // Damien suddenly gets close to you.) THEN WHY?! Why are you lying to me?! What did I do to make you lie to me?! (You can’t bear this anymore. You struggle again.) You won’t escape from those chains. You won’t escape from me. I’ll be back when you calm down. I will figure out why you don’t think of me.

(Damien crawls over you and whispers in your face)

I will wait as long as it takes until you think of me.

I’m not okay on so many levels X _ X

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Warning: NSFW, Rough Sex, Group Sex, Hetero Sex

Pairing: Incubi x Female!Reader (First Person PoV)

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Warning: NSFW, Rough Sex, Group Sex, Hetero Sex

Pairing: Incubi x Female!Reader (First Person PoV)

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Matthew x Reader: Just Because

So I came across this post recently and got inspired to write a small fic for one of the incubi. Let me give a very special thank you to @seducemetheanime not only for the awesome blog - please visit it! - but for giving me the blessing for this.

Also, I have to thank @thebunnyofevil for creating such an amazing game with these awesome characters; have a happy early birthday and may you have many blessings.

Some say that having everyday routines can be boring.

Whoever says that has obviously never been with - or fallen in love with - an incubus, especially with one who is as loving and wonderful as Matthew, a man who easily knows the way to my heart. He’s also amazingly talented when it comes to cooking; in fact, he always makes lunch for me to take to work.

I was in for a surprise however when, during my lunch break, I opened up the colorful container and found a small folded piece of paper on top.

I unfolded it and as I read it in his unique handwriting, it brought a smile immediately to my face:

You’re amazing and I hope you have a wonderful day.

My cheeks were dusted with a light blush and I just couldn’t stop smiling. I carried around the note all day and constantly read it.

It wasn’t just that one day, however; every day Matthew left me a note and each one had a different message.

Every day when I wake up, I’m grateful to have you by my side. I’m always here for you no matter what. You are a priceless treasure.

It kept going on like this every day and I cherished every single note he left.

That Saturday, Matthew said he had a surprise for me and, at his insistance, had me close my eyes as he carefully guided me outside.

“I’m not being led to that creepy pizza place, am I?” I joked, reveling in the warmth of the afternoon sun on my face.

The incubi laughed, then replied in a teasing tone, “Mayyybe.”

I certainly hope he’s kidding, I thought for a moment but I kept going as I allowed him to be my guide.

“Almost there,” he slightly teased.

After walking for a few more minutes, he slowed his pace as we eventually came to a stop.

“Alright. Open your eyes,” he softly spoke.

I did just that and was quite surprised: there was a picnic spread with my favorite foods as well as lemonade.

Matthew gestured towards the feast and let out a “Ta-da!” while playfully wiggling his eyebrows.

I laughed then gave him a big hug before kissing him tenderly on his lips.

“Thank you!” I responded as he gestured me to sit down. “But what brought this on?”

Matthew gave me a gentle smile as he took my hands in his; his cerulean eyes stared lovingly into mine.

“Well, I just wanted to let you know how much I love you.” he tenderly replied. “You don’t need a special occasion for that.”

As he leaned in and sealed his affirmation with a loving kiss, I knew that truer words had never been spoken.

I'll Never Stop Loving You (Sam x Reader ficlet)

- Requested by @faithstararts - This one goes out to all the Sam fans! In this story the reader is self-deprecating and Sam is there to cheer you up! Btw, I’m trying to make my ficlets for all genders, so pronouns are not used. Hope that’s okay!

It was that feeling again. You had these moments of discontent where you just couldn’t shake the sense of hate for yourself. That was why it boggled your mind that you ever were lucky enough to have Sam in your life. A demon. How could a demon ever love a human? You were nothing but a simple, worthless human. and he was everything. But, you loved Sam, and you could never let him go. You sank into your bed and tears pricked your eyes at the thought of him leaving you. “S'up, Doofus?” You heard Sam’s voice shout, as he practically kicked the bedroom door open. You quickly wiped your eyes and looked up at Sam, forcing a small smile. He had something behind is back. (no wonder he kicked the door open) “What’ve you got there?” You say, a curious tone masking your depression. “Something!” He said, with a smug grin on his face making you arch a brow and widen your smile. You loved that face. You loved him. Even that stupid smile and his dorky hair. And his laugh and how much he loved you! You didn’t think you were worthy of that love. These thoughts brought you back to your old ones and your smile curved into a frown and you furrowed your brows. “Huh? Doofus, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” His smug expression refined into a genuine and concerned face. “I don’t understand!” You manage to choke out. Tears began to stream down your cheeks again. Sam, however, quickly got whatever he had behind his back and placed it on the nightstand, before cupping your face and wiping your cheeks. “Understand what? What’s the matter?” He was confused and worried. He truly loved you and there for you. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond. You knew that if you opened your mouth you would wind up a wailing mess. You just lowered your eyes and whimpered softly. “Look at me.” You looked up to see see his see his loving emerald gaze. His eyes spoke incredible heights of his love for you. “If you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to.” He then pulled you into a loving embrace. “But I need you to be okay first. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you so much!” You returned the hug and kiss his cheek. “I don’t understand how I ever came to deserve you, you big dork!” You said, tears stained your cheeks but… you smiled. “Seriously!? I don’t think I’ll ever come close to being who you deserve!” He shouted, smiling widely, eyes watery. “I think we’re both just hopeless dorks in love!” You said, with a chuckle. “Yeah. Oh shit, I almost forgot!!” Sam’s eyes widened before he reached towards the nightstand. He then placed a small gray box in your hands. “What’s this?” You ask, sniffling. “Why don’t you open it? Doofus.” He smirked. You smirked back, opening the box. Your heart completely melted at the sight of silver dog tag with the engraved words, ‘I love you so much, Doofus.’ You quickly put your hand over your mouth to cover your gasp. The ‘Brute’ was the most amazing man you have ever met and you were thankful to have have him in your life. “I hope you like it. It was reall–” before he could finish, you cut him off with a sweet, blissful kiss full of love. Within seconds, he melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist. He slowly pulled away with a soft smile. “So, I’m guessing you like it?” He questioned and you nodded. “It’s amazing Sam. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world!” You then kissed him again and he returned it. This man was everything you ever wanted. He was un-real yet, he here was embracing and kissing you. You couldn’t be happier when he was with you. He loved you and you loved him. He pulled away once more, panting slightly. “I promise that I’ll never stop loving you” He then pulled you into another kiss and you could feel all of his love washing over you. You were happy.

A Stubborn Liar [Aomaris]

Part 1/ ??? [Dunno if I’ll continue- with enough feedback, maybe.]

Pairing: Sam [Aomaris] x Female!Reader, featuring Damien and mentions of the other brothers.

Warnings: Cursing, angst etc

A/N: First fic for this fandom, and of course it has to be Sam. He is absolutely my favorite. Takes place in between games, however, assume the boys stayed after Malix and Diana still left, but without having to completely snatch Sam’s heart. A relationship is not established, but an idea of one lingers in the air. (I love you’s were never exchanged) Pacing between the Malix issue and Diana issue is slower than in the game just cause.

It was kind of insane- this whole situation. It was something you couldn’t make up, no matter how good of a story-teller you may be. Within the span of a few months, your entire world had been shattered, turned upside down and then rebuilt with the help of five guys you’d met under unbelievable circumstances. You could scream to everyone and anyone of how you met them and what ensued since then, but barely anyone would believe you. Incubi? Demons? Devils? Magic and, at the time, a crazy Succubus?

Unbelievable and all pretty different. Yet they all fit like puzzle pieces.

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…Sam being a firefighter and there’s a huge wild fire that erupted on the west coast, consuming everything in its path. There’s a call out for volunteers and Sam goes, knowing that they need him there. To him, there’s no need for him to be a hero– he needed to be there. He can make a difference in someone’s life because he knows he has the stamina and strength to do something so tedious and dangerous.

You are a flipping wreck waiting for him to come back home. You know there’s really no reason to be nervous. Sam can fend for himself and, honestly, he’s a demon. But he’s been gone for weeks. He can’t always contact you either, so getting updates is scarce. You watch the new like a hawk, trying to get any information you can about the situation. Sometimes, you get afraid to open the door for your guests… you’re afraid it’d be one of the guys from house 4 with Sam’s helmet in hand.

But one day, Sam just comes home in uniform, his jacket already stripped off and his suspenders being the only things keeping the rest of his gear on. This over joys you– this relieves you to know that he is home safe and sound.

And when he first spots you? Sam’s hair is messed up. He’s got some soot smeared on his face still, and he smells like a bond fire. But you don’t care.

He’s home.