He Who Would be Master: Chapter 5
ames started for the door handle. "ames!" _get bent, you sack of shit and_ "let angel go!" othello managed to gnaw up the disrespectful parts before they came out of his mouth. "you know i can't do that." ames said.
The Dream Collection (Illustrated by Unifawn)
More of her watery giggling arose as ame moaned once more. or was that some of the siren's sweet, song-like snickering at his expense?
Project Raven: Information Redacted
ame was surprised with what he found when he opened it, a two-tailed fox in what looked to be a shiny red and white, head to toe rubber suit stood right in the doorway.
He Who Would be Master: Chapter 2
Othello glanced at ames. "so... ames' not your real name...?" "ames" simply shrugged his shoulders. othello watched as one took ames' coat and the other offered him a cigar, which he took.
Kobold Kaos - Completion
As ame watched, depth drained away to make her seem two dimensional, and suddenly the mephit shrank in scale.
Digmon: The Outer Reaches - Chapter One: Needs
"my pleasure, baki-se-i ame-li." he moved fast, grasping her by her arms, pulling her to him. he was met with no resistance as he leaned onto her, kissing her in a bestial frenzy.
Chapter 2 - And blossoms with ignorance
"do you think ame is coming down with something?" rena asked while watching her four-year old daughter drifting into a sleepy-nod on the couch. "she seems so tired.."
Mini Melty Missive (Illustrated by WhiteMantis)
Mini melty missive - by mister 'methystine --- ame rolled his shoulders and smiled to himself as he typed, sighing happily to feel the warmth behind him.
Soulbound
He met ame there and the two hit it off right away. ame took sal around the church to areas he did not know existed.
Comfort (Illustrated (2 Images) by WhiteMantis)
Quipped ame as he swung around to circle her once, his tail trailing around behind her back as he plucked a flowery sea plant to admire.
He Who Would Be Master: 7
ames said sternly, snapping othello back to attention. "stop what? why?" kaard smirked, trying not to laugh at ames' sudden mood-swing. "i'm... i'm not..." ames was slowly starting to flush. "ames..." othello was close enough now to smell his breath.
Entwined - Segment 3
ame asked, with no trace of annoyance, only intrigue. "mmm, let's say.. i'm your momma and i want you to move back in with your brother."