#Aomaris

[wildestgirls]

Sam headcanons

Diverse music taste

Ranges from evanescence to beyonce

Big Beyonce fan

Is a horrendous driver

Like multiple tickets speeding parking you name it

He cannot parallel park he gets out of the car sees that he's parked over two spaces and just calls it a day

I feel like when they first came to the human world he would be scared to go to the gym cuz he felt like everyone was judging him (they were checking him out)

But he started going and now it's his second home

Loves to work his core

#never skips leg day

Has probably punched through a wall or two

Sokka from the last airbender is his fucking spirit animal

He's an earthbender argue with the wall idgaf if he has wings made from fire

Probably uses like 19 in 1 shampoo, conditioner, body wash, perfume, nail polish remover, you name it in the shower

Once Erik found out he forced him to throw it out

But it works :( nobody cares 😐

(absolutely personal headcanon) but Damien or Mika got him into Yellowjackets and he had an obsession with Natalie and Lottie- especially older Lottie. (so me)

Hates small dogs. And hairless cats they're like his mortal enemy

Doesn't wear fancy/dressy clothes unless he's forced too

Most of the clothes he owns probably double as pyjamas like sweatpants and hoodies

sorry but I hate his vest from the first game with a passion he just looks too thin for his description.

Absolutely perfect teeth. Perfect shape, so white not crooked

He has fangs but they're perfect

Switch lol

His sleep schedule is so random sometimes he's up the earliest and working out and sometimes he doesn't wake up until dinner time

I've said this before, but I just cannot see him as a police officer and in my world he's like a devil hunter.

Imagine like

He has a small team that he's with and they get told to go to places where there was like sightings of devils and take them out.

I thought this because not only can I not see him as a police officer, but I feel like he wouldn't give up fighting even if he got his anger under control.

Has one of those loud ass Mr krabs laughs when somethings rlly funny

Dressed up as a cowboy one year for Halloween and looked amazing -absolutely inspired by @poddle99 fanart 🩷

Him and Gaku were together before he left

He plays with his dog tag necklace when he's thinking and doesn't realise it or when he's sad or nervous

@not-another-lesbian-stereotype this photo changed my life 🩷

[cjsarchive]

will u do insecure fmc x sam? like she doesn't understand why he wants her and she feels bad about her weight bc she's midsized

I gotta admit, I put a bit of myself into this fic:P. Hope you enjoy<3!

Nothing Wrong with Your Body-Sam x Female Reader

I was shopping with Sam at the mall. I was looking for clothes while he also was checking out clothes in a neighbouring store. I picked out some clothes and walked out the changing room, looking at myself in the mirror. I was trying on a tank top and a skirt as it was spring now and starting to get hotter outside. I stared for a while, adjusting the shirt and how the skirt fit on around my hips, trying to make it look decent. Three girls came out of their changing rooms and stood next to me to look at themselves in the mirrors next to mine. They were all complimenting each other, taking pictures, and laughing together. The girls had on pretty much the same thing I did, cropped tank tops and short skirts, except I didn’t look like them. They all had thin bodies, flat stomachs, no thigh gap, basically every I wasn’t. I tried to focus on myself, but I didn’t want to keep looking at myself. At my big thighs, wide hips, and big gut. It was hard not to look at them. They were beautiful. They looked amazing in their outfits. And I looked like…me.

I quickly changed back into my big t shirt and baggy jeans. I couldn’t help taking more glances at the girls as I made my way towards the exit. Sam was standing there waiting for me.

“Finally. Took ya long enough, doofus,” He playfully rolled bis eyes, “You ready to go?” He asked.

“Yeah, i’m ready.” I tried to grab his hand and lead him out, but he hesitated for a moment. He looked at empty hands,

“You didn’t get anything? I thought you wanted to get cute spring outfits or whatever.”

“I changed my mind.” I couldn’t help but keep glancing back at the girls. Sam noticed and followed my glances.

He furrowed his eyebrows and his shoulders slightly tensed, “Were those girls being mean to you?”

“No, it’s fine! Can we just go home please?” I pleaded. Sam relaxed at my demeanour and finally nodded.

“Alright, let’s go home.”

We soon walked in the house. “Alright then,” Sam said, “I’m gonna go make us some lunch.”

“You don’t have to make me any, I'm not hungry.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, “Seriously?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” I forced a smile. He sighed,

“Well, I’m not just gonna make you nothing, doofus. Your food will be in the fridge for whenever you want it.” He moved a strand of hair behind my ear and gave me a sweet kiss on the forehead before heading off to the kitchen. He was so sweet.

I walked up to my bedroom and began to change into my casual clothes. As I was changing, I got another look at myself in the mirror. Tears started to well up in my eyes at the sight of myself. I tightly closed my eyes shut. Why does this have to be my body? Why can’t I be pretty? My whole life I’ve stood out. I've tried so hard to not be myself, i’ve tried to diet, tried to fast, so why do I still look like this? I turned away from the mirror as my tears spilled. I can’t keep looking at myself. I hate my body. I hate being so miserable. I hate being defective.

Sam walked in my room, a worried look on his face. He must have sensed my energy. I sighed and kept my eyes down and away from him. I don’t even know why he’s here. He was handsome, kind, and funny, and that’s not even half of it. He was amazing. He could have any girl he wanted. Why was he here with me?

“Woah, what’s wrong?” He quickly walked up to me and gently set his hands on my shoulders.

I tried to wipe my eyes, but the tears just kept coming, “Why are you here?” I asked through sobs.

He furrowed his eyebrows, “What?”

“Why are you here with me? Why are you with me?”

“Why do you mean ‘why am I with you?’” He said, not exactly sure what was wrong, “I love you.”

That just made me more hysterical, “But why?! How could you possibly love me when I look like this?!” I gestured to my body, “You could have anyone you wanted! Like those girls at the mall, they were gorgeous! Why do you waste your time with me?!” Suddenly, I felt myself calm down. I felt my body become weaker and the bad thoughts gradually left my mind.

Sam pulled me into a firm hug, “Sorry, I just had to get you to calm down.” The enthrallment eventually wore off, but I didn’t have anymore fight in me and just let myself cry in Sam’s arms. Once I relaxed a bit, he pulled away and looked into my eyes, “Listen to me, there is nothing wrong with your body, okay? Your body is actually really beautiful. Being midsized it’s not a bad thing. Not even close, actually. You’re not a waste of time. You’re awesome. ‘Why do I love you?’ Heh, I love everything about you. I love how you talk, how you walk, how you act, how you look, how you make me feel, everything. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever fucking met. You drive me fucking nuts, and I can’t get enough of it. Hell, those girls could never come close to you and how happy you make me. Is that enough to answer your question?”

I felt a lump in my throat as I took in everything Sam just said. I let out a sob as I practically hurled myself back into his arms, “I-I love you, Sam. I love you so much.”

Sam chucked softly, “I love you too. Everything will be okay, alright? I promise. No matter how long it takes.” He kissed the top of my head. We just stayed in the comfort of each other’s arms for a while.

[sharkylass]

Good Evening Seduce Me Fandom.

I was extremely inspired to redesign the Lilith designs in the game, after seeing @moonymoss​ ‘s take on them!

Quality separate images, under cut! (And Diana with wings👀)

The boy’s outfits are based on them before they came to the human world (and it’s relevant cause of all of them wearing royal capes, and James being tired out of his mind) Diana is from during the war. MEANING, I might do another post with how the boys would look currently! (And maybe a potential Diana human form redesign, who knows.)

BUT YES, THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO ME BLABBER, ENJOY!

[jhilsara]

Tie Me to You / Chapter 1

Welcome to a silly little rewrite of the first Seduce Me (the otome) Follows the same general path of the original game. Mika is 21 and in her last year of college instead of high school and all the boys have aged up too. These are adults in their early to late twenties.

I love this game but I have some things I wish the story did instead. This is my little rewrite, mostly just Sam's story. Don't take this too seriously. I'm writing this for me and my friends got invested too so I'm sharing!

Enjoy if it's for you and if it's not that's fine too!

Can also be found on AO3 X

Word Count: 2.3k

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Chapter Warnings: Mentions of death and grief, emotional/physical abuse from parental figures

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

Time, curious time

Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs

Were there clues I didn't see?

invisible strings - Taylor Swift

Chapter 1

It’s the coldest day in the middle of February when she finds out the news. She’s bundled in a comfortable fleece coat, her laptop bag hitting her legs, as she quickly tries to get to the other side of campus for her next class. Her phone’s been ringing since her last class, she’s sent every single one to voicemail, but she finally picks up as she navigates the streets to her destination. 

“Hello?” she answers in a rushed tone.

“I’ve been calling you for the past hour! Why didn’t you pick up?” her mother’s shrill voice shrieks.

Mika stiffens from the tone her mother uses, “You and dad told me to not answer my phone during classes. So, I didn’t.” she responds trying to keep her irritation in check.

“Not for emergencies!” her mother's tone is clipped.

Mika rolls her eyes, emergencies from her mother never are that important. There's a heavy sigh over the phone. She can almost feel the impatience prickling through.

“Your grandfather passed today.” Her mother’s voice is quieter, but not soft.

Mika stops in her tracks shocked, “What…?”

“Your grandfather died earlier today sweetie. Your father got the call from the hospital.” Her mother tells her with a practiced ease. As if she wasn't telling her daughter her only grandfather is gone.

“…but he, he was fine. I saw him earlier this week. I was coming over later today for a late lunch.” Mika responds in disbelief, voice shaky.

“I know you were close to him. I’m sorry. Your father’s already arranging the funeral for-”

“Was he alone?” she cuts her mother off, asking in a small voice.

“Excuse me? Say that again honey, you’re too quiet.” Her mother’s voice feels far away and cold. It's indifferent.

“Was he alone… was anyone with him when he passed?” she asks again more frantic.

She's frozen on the sidewalk and she feels like the world should be as well. She knows better though, the world around her moves, people pass her, but she’s unmoving.

Her world has stopped. 

“Um…” her mother pauses on the other line, clearly uncomfortable. “Yes. He was home alone.”

 Mika’s silent, processing but not really. She thinks she’s going to be sick.

Her mother clears her throat, “Well, your father is making funeral arrangements for tomorrow or Friday. Whichever he can get first.”

“…What? Does anyone else know? That’s not enough time to let people know or even get flowers, or-” she starts spiraling, anger filling her body.

“Your father doesn’t want any of that.” Her mother cuts her off. “He wants a simple and short funeral service that’s family only.”

Her mouth hangs open in shock, “Mom you can’t be serious?" her tone is laced in rage.

"Grandpa never wanted a small funeral service and I know he would want his company board members there, he loved them!” Mika’s pacing the courtyard she’s in. She wants to yell into the sky and at her parents.

“Honey your father is handling it. You don’t need to worry about it at all.” Her mother dismisses her.

“That’s not-” She’s raising her voice but stops. She takes a deep breath, her irritation rising. “That’s not what I mean. I’m saying that he is not doing anything grandpa wanted and it’s wrong!” she tries emphasizes. She’s pleading for her mother to understand.

She can almost feel her mother rolling her eyes, “Honey it’s fine. If your grandfather cared about his funeral it would have been in the will. Anyways his executor of estate will be there to go over it with us.” her mother doesn't hide the exhaustion in her voice, as if explaining this is so much work for her.

Mika is shaking. She bites her tongue knowing better than to argue.

“Anyway, go to class and come home. We’ll let you know if you need to go to your classes tomorrow or not. I’ll see you tonight.”

No love you or goodbyes and her mother hangs up the phone.

“Like hell I’m going to class after that…” she mumbles to herself and shoves her phone in her pocket.

Mika looks around noticing she’s alone in the quad. The cold keeping people inside and most classes have already started. She sighs and pulls at her hair in frustration. She decides to go on a walk. She needs to be alone.

She walks briskly to her car and throws her bag inside of it. She shoves headphones in and walks into the biting cold of her university streets. She shoves her hands in her pockets but if offers no warmth, she’s already numb.

When it’s time for her to go home she goes straight to her room. Her mother and father aren’t home yet and she wants them to stay out. She doesn’t want to talk to anyone.

She locks her door and just lays on her bed. She silently cries, trying to not make any noise, and clinging to her pillow. She stays like that for hours.

Mika wasn’t close with her grandfather growing up but during high school and college, it was all her parents could do to stop her from moving in with him. Her father and him have never gotten along. Her father tried to keep Mika away as a kid. She still saw him, but only during holidays as a kid. She doesn’t know why her father hates him so much, but her grandfather never discussed it with her either.

She does know that her grandfather would never want her father handling his affairs.

Someone knocks on her door and she ignores it. Her lights are off and she’s been laying in her bed disassociating for hours. They’ll think she’s asleep.

“Mika?” it’s her father, in his cold tone of voice.

She rolls over. And pulls her covers up more. Her doors locked, but he has a key.

���I know you’re in there, your cars parked outside.” He tries to lighten his tone, but she hears the underlying anger. She curls into herself and closes her eyes, hoping he’ll think she’s asleep.

He comes in and sees her under the covers, he pauses for two seconds before leaving. Quietly shutting her door.

She sighs in relief and the tension leaves her shoulders. She relaxes into her bed and genuinely tries to go to sleep.

Friday morning she’s standing in freezing rain watching strangers lower her grandfather into a grave. She grips the umbrella with icy hands and her tears go unnoticed as they wash away with the rain.

They start piling the dirt in and she can’t watch. Mika turns away and walks a few paces away.

She doesn’t make it far before lawyers are in front of her unloading information onto her.

“Miss Anderson we are your grandfather’s lawyers, we are here as the executors of estate.” One of the men tell her.

She’s cold, wet, and numb as these men look at her with pity. Her father interrupts before they can continue to talk to her.

“You don’t need to consult my daughter about my father’s affairs. Please only discuss them with me. That's why I asked you to come.” He tells the men in a harsh tone. His hand is placed on her shoulder and her fathers grip is tight. It's not reassuring. 

One of them lifts his brow at her father, “We need to discuss this in an office and it surely does only involve Miss Anderson. I’m the executor of the estate.”

Her fathers face goes red. He silently marches along and storms into the car. Her mother pauses, looks at her for a second to debate if her daughter is more important than the temper tantrum of her husband, before picking him like she always has.

Mika watches her mother briskly walk in heels far too high, through the dirt, to their family car.

“Miss Anderson please come with us, we can give you any ride you need. We must discuss your grandfather’s will.”

She nods and follows the men, but she’s not really listening. Her body moves on its own.

She’s silent in the car and once the men lead her into a small office. They ease her into a chair and start going through her grandfather’s will with her.

“Miss Anderson you are here because your grandfather, Harold Anderson, has left you with all of his belongings, home, and the company Anderson Toys…”

She hears the lawyers talking to her, she does, but it washes away in her head after the first sentence.

Her head’s spinning with questions, mostly why.

She doesn’t understand why she is being given literally everything her grandfather built and made, and not her father. Did they hate each other that much?

She starts to panic slightly thinking about her father, he was going to kill her.

His own father didn’t leave him a single thing… it all went to her, including passing down the CEO position of the company. She doesn’t even want to be a part of this company.

She doesn’t want to go home, not when she knows he’ll be there, waiting.

“Miss Anderson do you understand?” One of the lawyers speaks to her, breaking her chain of thought.

“Uh, yeah. I guess.” She mumbles.

One of them sighs, “We’ll give you a hard copy explaining everything. For now, we can give you the keys to his estate as well as his cards and bank account information. You’ll have to go to those banks in person to become the new account holder, but it should go over smoothly with the documents we give you.”

She nods her head, but still isn’t paying attention to them. They put the documents in her hands and escort her back to a vehicle to take her home.

She’d give anything to not have to walk into that house.

She takes a deep breath before she opens the door. Hoping her parents aren’t home. She closes the door quietly behind her, but it’s too late. Her father emerges from the dining room arms crossed with a furious glare on his face.

“So, what’s the verdict? Oh, chosen one.” He asks her mockingly. Her mother is nowhere to be found, not that she would help.

Mika flinches in response. She avoids her father’s furious gaze.

“Why do you even care? Does it even matter?” she sighs, already feeling defeated and just wishing to go to bed already. Even if it's only early afternoon.

“Don’t use that tone with me young lady. You still live under my roof.” He tells her sternly.

Anger fills Mika’s body. She’s tired, furious, and honestly sick of her father.

“I’m exhausted and I would like to go to bed, so if you don’t mind, I’m going to my room.” She tries to stomp past him to the stairs but he blocks her.

“Excuse me? I am your father, do not disrespect me in my home! You’re not going anywhere until you show me those documents!” he’s shouting at her now.

Mika’s mother finally shows herself, she comes around the corner and stops. She’s staring at the two of them, looking spent but refusing to help. Her cold eyes almost look through her daughter. Like she’s transparent.

She flinches back, but keeps her glare steady, “I don’t have to show you shit. Newsflash, he left me everything. Point blank. There is nothing in these documents that mention you or are for you.” She spits out in venom.

His face darkens and he steps towards Mika, “Give. Me. Those. Documents. Now.” He hisses out towards her.

“Why? Why should I? Like I said there is nothing in here for you. Don’t act like you suddenly care about Grandpa when all you did was keep him away from me for years!” Mika’s yelling at him with as much hate that she can muster. Her grip on the document folder tight, afraid he’ll reach for them.

“You did not know him!” his voice raises to match hers and she can see his veins popping out.

“And whose fault is that?!” she replies, face twisted in anguish.

“Mika please.” Her mother huffs in exasperation and arms crossed.

She whips her head to look at her mother in disbelief.

“You didn’t know a damn thing about that man or what he was capable of! Do not talk to me as if you knew him!” her father gets her attention back by shoving a finger in her face. His face is twisted in rage and red as a tomato.

“At least Grandpa loved me and cared about what I even want to do with my life! You never have supported any interest of mine outside of the toy company!” Mika’s eyes are tearing up, the grief in her heart wells up almost vomits out of her at a veracity she can’t control or hold on to anymore.

Her father matches her in this emotional warfare and she is unprepared as his hand comes into contact with her face. He slaps her.

It’s enough to send her a step or two back from the force and the shock.

“Don’t you ever talk to me like that when I feed you and put a roof over your head.” His voice is low and calm, but the untold threat is there. If she doesn’t comply he’ll do more than just a slap.

She looks over to her mother for help and sees her turn her back and walk back to the other room in silence.

She holds her cheek and glares daggers at the man before her, “Fine. Then you won’t have to provide those things for me anymore. I’m leaving.”

She shoves past him to walk up the stairs, his voice follows, “Where will you go?” he’s scoffing at her, “You have no money!”

She turns around to face him, standing above him now, “Don’t you know?” she asks in a mocking tone, “I have a mansion and plenty of money now. The state and the company are mine!” she laughs coldly at him. “You finally got what you wanted, me to be apart of the company. Follow the ‘family business’, right?”

Her fathers face pales before he’s screaming, veins in his neck popping, “Ungrateful brat! Rot in that house like he did!”

She slams her bedroom door and starts shoving her things into bags. The sooner she can leave the better.

She grabs everything she knows she wants to take and the rest is just things being thrown together. It’s a mess, she leaves behind more than she would like.

She never plans to set foot in this house again.

As she rushes down to throw her things in her car, she passes her mother near the door, who just stares at her. Her mothers silence is more than enough. Mika knows where her mother stands, and it was never by her side. Not once in her twenty one years.

Mika slams the door and hopes it cracks as she storms to her car.

[alcamcat]

Sam takes it further

Sam decides that a light touch isn't enough to satisfy his hunger for energy. He wants more. And she is willing to give him more. Kind of a sequel of "Accidental" touch (you don't have to read it to understand/enjoy the scenario) The other brothers also get their own scenario.

Warning: smut – Minors DNI

-I don't own the game or the characters-

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

His plan had been simple. Having a drink in the little pub while watching the game on the screens and waiting for the fans to goad each other so much that a few of them would start a fight outside. Then get involved in the fighting and drain their rage energy and get out before the police or anyone else could catch him. So far so good. That the human sitting next to him had given him some extra energy through light and unobtrusive touches had been a bonus. But how should he have known that they of all people would thwart his plan?

Sam stood, still a bit flabbergasted, in the back alley and looked down at his arm, where the silly human had pulled him away from the arguing. The game, which was still on inside, was almost over and as expected some drunken idiots had found each other who thought that a fight might make their team play better. What he hadn't counted on was that the human had followed him outside and pulled him away from the men. From the way they spoke to him, which he wasn't really listening to, he suspected they thought they were doing him a favor. Not even close.

Although, now they leaned towards him, again he felt their hands on his arms, this time much more gently and with a different intention. They seemed interested in him the way he had been interested in the rage energy. A few words were exchanged, empty phrases that he, though he would rather die than admit, had learned from Erik. Of course, clumsier and not nearly as self-confident as he had to observe with his brother so often. But it was enough.

The human leaned towards him and before Sam could really decide what to do next, he felt their lips on his. Good! If they had ruined his possibility to gain the energy he wanted, they now seemed more than willing to provide him with their own instead. And that was something he couldn't refuse, nor would he. His hands found their neck automatically, he pulled them closer, intensifying the kiss. Sam could hear the quiet moaning as he slowly pushed them back until their back hit the cold stone wall.

Already their hands began to move, looked for the hem of his shirt, climbed under it and pushed it up. Fingertips trailed over the hard muscles of his stomach, he enjoyed the touch and in turn set out to explore their clothing a little more closely with his hands. Another groan caused him to slowly activate his enthrallment. Sam released their mouth, his slightly rough lips trailed down their chin, down the neck, until his teeth caught their earlobe.

They leaned into the touch, the hand resting on his belt buckle. They seemed in a hurry, probably didn't want to get caught. Sam grinned, getting down to business quickly suited him perfectly. Enjoying the energy that was now slowly and steadily draining from them, he undid their pants. Their teeth, now also caressing the skin beneath his ear, made him hiss. A moment later his pants were unbuttoned as well and he lifted his head, meeting their eyes to really make sure that was what they wanted. A smile played at the corners of their mouth, followed by a hot kiss that surprised Sam so much that he almost flinched.

But instead he put his hands on their waist after pushing down their pants and twisted their body so that they had to tilt the head back to not break the kiss. His legs pushed theirs apart and their hands seemed to rest on the wall. Not a second too soon. His hand slid briefly between their legs, he felt the wetness and only heartbeats later he sank into their warmth with a low growl.

He now also supported his hand on the wall next to their head to cushion his quick movements. His free hand stroked up their waist, rested on the shoulder, and then began massaging their neck. With each of his movements and thrusts, the energy he could absorb from them increased, they broke the kiss, leaning their head against the cold stone in front of them, moaning. Sam enjoyed hearing the moans, feeling the movements of their body and their warmth.

His movements quickened, their ragged breathing interrupted by loud moans, so Sam grabbed their neck and turned their head to silence them with a kiss. Their hot breath in his mouth and the sound of skin touching skin continued to arouse him, again increasing his movements. They climaxed soon with a muffled scream in his mouth, muscles massaging him as he, too, neared his high. The flow of energy crashed over him like a giant wave and for a moment Sam wasn't sure which feeling he was enjoying more. His own climax or the energy he absorbs, that would surely satisfy him for a longer period of time.

Another kiss followed, this time slower as he pulled away from them as they turned back to him. Further, ever shorter kisses were exchanged, Sam let the enthrallment drop and the two straightened their clothes. While Sam was still busy fastening his pants, they gave him a kiss on the cheek, "See you inside." With these words, they turned and disappeared around the corner moments later.

Sam heard the pub door open and close as he exited the back alley as well. "Sure. Whatever…” he mumbled as he turned the other way, shoved his hands in his pockets and headed back to his brothers. After all, James wouldn't be able to complain about fighting with people this time.

[idc-about-you-baby]

Sam: "I'll have vodka, and for him... he'll have a Capri Sun."

Matthew: "Sam! I'm 21."

Matthew: "I can order my own Capri Sun."

[moonlit-flowerfield]

Your honour, I don't care if they've technically murdered people, I love them-

[seducemedoofus]

hello

it’s been years but a few nights ago i felt a bit unhinged and decided to write a mika x sam fanfic

i will post it here in the upcoming days if im still in my silly writing mood

happy new years everyone

[ameera-bartholemew]

Can I please request a NSFW scenario where Sam falls for an older woman who's also a cop but he has trouble admitting his feelings despite the obvious sexual tension between them which explodes while they're working on a case together?

sorry for my little break but i am back and ready to answer requests!!!

L/N= Last name

⚠️NSFW WARNING!! (haven’t done one in a while hahaha)

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All I could do was sigh as I sat in Officer Anderson’s office, watching him scan the same documents over and over.

“Looking at them again and again won’t solve anything,” I spoke, leaning my head on my hand. I felt exhaustion roll over my body as I blankly started at my partner, seeing obvious frustration on his face at my comment. However he stayed silent, more focused on the papers in his hand.

This case was the toughest one yet: a robbery at some jewelry store, yet there was barely any physical damage to the property, making it hard to track anyone down as a suspect.

What made it even harder was that me and Officer Anderson’s relationship was… complicated… to say the least. I have feelings for him, but I’m not sure if he feels the same. I’m not even sure if he knows of my crush on him. Being that he’s a stubborn man makes it difficult to tell if he’s flirting or just being mean. He has his own way of showing affection, I guess. He and I are pretty close, close enough that he revealed that he’s an incubus, a sex demon. He also revealed his true demon name: Aomaris. I swore on my life not to tell anyone and I plan to keep that secret until the day I die.

Despite this, it’s hard to tell of his true intentions, whether it’s a friendly bond or something more romantic than that. Not to mention there have been times where I’ve given him my energy, but they were just make out sessions and nothing more. I still don’t understand if he wants to be with me or if I’m just his plaything for energy. But I want to be more than that. I want to be his. I want him to claim my body as his and take me.

I can feel myself fall more and more in love (and lust) everyday, but would he ever feel the same? I could never know.

“Officer L/N? Hello? You there?” Officer Anderson said, annoyance in his tone.

“Huh? Oh! Sorry, just zoned out for a bit. What is it? Did you find anything?” I replied, embarrassed at what just happened. He smirked and continued. Barely seeing his smirk made my libido grow. I had been slightly turned on at the sight of him, but I had to keep it on the down low.

“Well no obvious evidence, I mean were you really expecting any? Anyways, something’s not adding up with the witnesses alibis.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Wha- just okay? Nothing more? Don’t you want to know what I mean?”

“I don’t know if you want there to be more,” I whispered under my breath, frustrated at the case itself and Sam’s ambiguity of what our relationship is.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Yes you did I heard you! What do you mean more?”

“Ugh, this is so difficult!” I shouted standing up and walking to the door. He followed me but stopped when he noticed I didn’t walk out but rather lock the door.

“What’s up with you? You’ve been acting like this all day.” He questioned. I took a breath and looked up at him, grabbing his shoulders.

“Officer Anderson.”

“You know you can just call me Sam right?”

“Ugh that’s just it! You keep acting like this!”

“Acting like what?”

“ACTING LIKE YOU LIKE ME! DO YOU? Because I’m tired of your mixed signals!” I raised my voice, tears ready to fall from my eyes. Sam looked shocked, too stunned to even reply. However I wiped my tears and continued.

“I like you, so much. But I really need you to tell me if you feel the same. I don’t want to go another day not knowing. So please for the love of God just let me know what are we?” I exhaled a sigh of relief but my stomach jittered in anxiousness at what his response would be.

A couple of moments passed before he pinned me to the door and kissed me deeply. Our mouths synced, and our tongues danced along each other’s, not wanting to be apart. My hand became lost in his hair as his gripped my waist firmly. He suddenly pulled away, and I softly whined as the loss of contact. However, he whispered in my ear something that made my heart drop.

“I like you too. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, I just wasn’t sure how. We can talk about what we are later, but right now, I need you.”

My face flushed at his confession and I felt myself get more wet with every word.

“You need me? In what way?” I teased, holding his head near my ear.

“I need to be inside you.”

And with that Sam carried me bridal style to his desk as I felt everything whip past me. He had somehow managed to sweep all of the papers sprawled over his desk to another location. As he sat me down on the desk, I pulled his lips to mine. I didn’t want to waste time. I just wanted to focus on him. Luckily there was barely anyone in the building and his office and no windows so no one would be able to catch us in the act.

Our mouths hungrily grabbed each other’s, while our hands explored the vastness of our bodies. My hands guided themselves under Sam’s shirt, feeling how muscular he was. He skin was soft and felt warm to the touch. His hands traveled the curves of my body, and then under my own shirt. His hands then landed on my breasts and squeezed them gently, feeling its form. His touch was intoxicating, so much that my body practically begged me to take off my clothes and let him put his dick inside. I couldn’t myself from moaning, feeling pure bliss and his kisses and touch, but neither could he.

We then pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes. His eyes were no longer green, but rather a deep gold. It was fascinating to look at. I couldn’t stare long as he attacked my neck, kissing and sucking at the skin.

“Aaahh S-Sam,” I let out, tangling my fingers in his hair and lightly tugging. He really know how to pleasure me. I couldn’t take it any longer though. I needed to be fucked.

“Please Aomaris just fuck me already!” I screamed. This set off something in him, because a few seconds later he was completely nude and I had nothing but panties on. He gently pushed me to lay back, while he slowly took off my panties. I whined in sexual frustration, so he fully removed them and quickly glanced at it, seeing how wet it was.

“Wow, cumming already? We’re just getting started, Y/N.” Sam groaned as he licked the panties and tossed them away. I felt myself melt at the sight and my legs began to spread.

Before he put it in he kissed my inner thighs, sweetly moaning my name. He teased his pulsing cock at my entrance and smirked when I moaned out of frustration.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes please! Fuck me till I can’t walk, Aomaris!”

“Oh don’t worry, I will.” he said before shoving his dick inside.

We both screamed at the new feeling, as his large cock pulsed inside my pussy. It didn’t take long before Sam grabbed my legs and began to thrust, a bit slowly at first but sped up when I screamed at himto go faster.

The feeling of his hard dick going in and out felt amazing, to the point where I already felt myself heading to a climax when he went faster.

“Ahh you’re so tight~” he moaned.

“Ah—Sam, I’m gonna-ahn!” was all I managed to say before I reached my climax, screaming at the feeling. I felt my energy slightly drain but I didn’t want to stop though, and neither did he.

He quickly turned me over and made me get on all fours before pushing his dick inside me once again. This time he went much faster, occasionally slapping my ass as he thrusted. I arched my back at the feeling, loving what he was doing.

“Y-Y/N I love you so much—ahhn! Do you—ah— know what you’re doing to me??” He questioned, going faster with each word.

“I could ask you the same thing—ahh fuck!! Aomaris!” I screamed, feeling another climax soon pass through me. I felt myself get weaker but the head in my body was still there, wanting more. Sam noticed this and once again flipped me back over. This time however he got on top of me, letting me get a good look at his lustful gaze.

The sight of his face made me cum a little, and he took the moment to catch me off guard and thrusted in once again. I couldn’t help but scream his name, both of them. His mere true name practically made him fuck me harder as we both moaned loudly. I couldn’t stop staring into his beautiful eyes that flashed green and gold. I cupped his face and rubbed his cheeks, causing a genuine smile to form on his face. He then pulled me close to him as he felt both of us about to reach the final climax.

“Mmh Sam! Cum in me please!” I screamed before we both came, his cum already seeping out of my vagina. We only looked into each other’s eyes, unwilling to move or pull away. I gave him a small kiss and he smiled an adorable goofy grin in response.

“So, Doofus, are you willing to be mine?” he asked.

“Doofus? That’s a new one.”

“Yeah? Well there’ll be a lot more when you say yes to being my girlfriend.”

“Oh? Well then I say yes, you adorable dork.”

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This Barbie is: SMTO characters as Barbies

Part 2?

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Can you write some Sam smut? If you aren't comfortable writing smut, then some Sam fluff? I'd really appreciate it!

So, I’m asexual lol. Because of that, I feel like any smut I write is gonna be pretty bad since I myself don’t experience sexual attraction😭 I wrote this Sam fluff instead and I hope you enjoy it!

Food Fight! Sam x Reader

“Ugh! Can you just let me win one time?!” I shouted in frustration at the tv. Sam laughed as he made it over the finish line in first place. I finished barely in 7th place. “My character won’t do what I tell it to do!”

“Typical, blame the game.” Sam smirked at me.

“One more round.” I pursed my lips in determination. Sam gave me an amused smile,

“Fine. Have fun losing again.” I ignored him and sat upright, my whole focus on Mario Kart.

At the start of the next round, I managed to take the lead at the start. “I’m in the lead!” I cheered.

“Don’t get too excited.” Sam chuckled. My character was hit with a turtle shell and I very quickly went from 1st to 4th place.

“No! Someone hit me!”

“That was me, doofus.” He reached over and briefly ruffled my hair. I growled. The game eventually ended and I finished in 5th place while Sam won 1st again.

“Damn, this is starting to get a little embarrassing.” Sam said teasingly. I playfully pushed him as he fell back on the couch laughing. He sat up, put his arm around my shoulder, and kissed my forehead. I sighed.

“I don't know why I’m so bad at this game.”

“I keep telling ya you gotta drift!”

I chucked and smiled at him, “Whatever,” I set the controller down, finally accepting my defeat after 10 losses in a row. I fanned myself. “All that yelling got me hot,” I thought for a second, “I want ice cream.”

“You wanna make some sundaes?” We bought stuff to make sundaes a few days ago and have yet to make them.

“Yeah, let’s do it!”

We went to the kitchen and got out two big bowls, the ice cream, sprinkles, chocolate syrup, caramel syrup, marshmallow syrup, bananas, cherries, whipped cream, and Sam got some peanut m&ms for his sundae.

“How bout another competition?” I asked Sam. He gave me a smirk and listened, “Whoever can make the tallest sundae in 10 minutes, wins. And it has to be completed, toppings and all.”

“What will I get when I win?” Sam asked with a cocky grin on his face.

I rolled my eyes, “Winner gets to pick the movie we watch while we eat our ice cream. And no powers,” I said sternly, “Deal?” I held out my hand for him to shake.

He smiled his toothy grin and shook my hand, “Deal.” I smiled at him.

I grabbed my phone and set the timer for 10 minutes, “Alright, let’s go!” I started the timer and we both immediately started scooping the ice cream. We had tubs of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry ice cream. I struggled to scoop the still frozen ice cream. I groaned in frustration, “It's gonna take at least five minutes just to scoop all the ice cream.”

“That must suck.” Sam chuckled. I looked over to see he already had a considerable amount of ice cream in his bowl.

“Hey! I said "no powers!”

Sam laughed at my shocked face, “I’m not using my powers, doofus!” It finally dawned on me that, even without powers, Sam was still way stronger than me. There was no way I would win, but I was still gonna put up a fight.

I grabbed the chocolate syrup and gushed it in his direction. He stepped back and looked down at his shirt in surprise.

I laughed, “Oops! Sorry!” While he was stunned for a moment, I took the opportunity to scoop as much ice cream in my bowl as possible.

“Oh, its like that?” I heard him say. I didn’t get much ice cream in my bowl before I felt something drizzle on my back. I quickly turned around to see Sam holding the caramel syrup. He smiled innocently before it sprayed more and it landed on my cheek. He quickly went back to his sundae. I smiled cheekily as a silly idea came into my mind. As subtle as I could, I grabbed the whipped cream and sprayed a big glob in my hand. “What are you doing, doof-“ as Sam turned around, I shoved the whipped cream in his face. I bent over and held my stomach in laughter as he stood there frozen in shock.

“I know how much you love whipped cream.” I barely said through my laughter. Sam wiped his eyes and he began laughing wildly.

“Oh its on now!” He grabbed two handfuls on ice cream from his bowl and threw them in my direction. I gasped as two big stains appeared on my shirt. I grabbed both the marshmallow and chocolate syrup and fired both at him as he threw more ice cream at me.

Soon enough, we were both covered in ice cream cream and dripping with toppings when the timer went off. Its then when we realised what we were supposed to be doing. Sam and I took a moment to assess the situation. There was no ice cream in our bowls, the kitchen was a mess, and we were a complete mess. I looked back up at Sam and started laughing so hard my stomach started hurting. Sam eventually joined in on my laughter, “Guess we got a bit carried away,” he chuckled. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I settled into his arms around me. A blush started to spread across his face before he leaned down and kissed me sweetly on my forehead, then the lips, “So, who won?”

“I say you won. I became a bit of a sore loser,” I smiled sheepishly. He smiled kindly at me and rested his head on my forehead, our foreheads sticking together from the mess. He sighed happily.

“I love you, doofus.” He said softly. I leaned up and kissed him again.

“I love you too, Sam.”

“I mean it. You make me so happy.” We got lost in each other’s eyes for a moment before he took another look around the kitchen then looked back at me.

“Shit, we really fucked this place up,” He sighed, “Alright then, I’ll clean up the kitchen.”

“I’ll go get the shower ready for us,” I kissed him on the nose as his blushed slightly intensified.

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Fragile: Fragments Part 1

Summary: In which Mika has dreams that are so vivid they seem real, almost like they're parts of her memories.

Mika stood in front of Harold Anderson, a combination of disbelief, joy, and overwhelming reassurance flooded through her. He looked the same as she remembered him: His youthful and easygoing disposition. His cane, however, was no longer in sight, yet he stood up straight in a relaxed pose, hands clasped behind him. Her grandfather smiled back with that familiar twinkle in his eyes. It was the same look he gave her when she’d bounced off ideas for new toys with him, or that time he’d let her test out the product of those ideas. It was the look that said he was proud of her and she cried.

Gentle but secure arms held her in an embrace she missed for years and she cried harder, holding onto him tightly as if he’d disappear. She missed this hug. She missed him. Time and distractions might lessen the pain, but the absence of the most important man in her life hurt something fierce.

After her tears ran dry she settled down, pulling away with a watery smile. There were many things she wanted to tell him. Where could she even begin?

He stared back at her with a patient smile. It seemed like he wasn’t going anywhere. She could take all the time she wanted.

“I’m married now,” she finally said. “Well, I’ve been married for four years, actually. His name is Sam. He likes to wear green, his favorite food is boring and dry medium cooked steak, and he likes dogs.”

Harold’s smile widened and urged her to continue with an eager nod.

“He’s really respectful to Mom. And Dad thinks … Well, you know how he is. But you would’ve liked Sam,” she paused. “Oh, wait. You’ve already met him. And his brothers.”

She chuckled awkwardly. “Then that’s good. You know what he’s like. He … he’s a great guy. I don’t know how I got so lucky to date him, let alone marry him. It’s still so surreal to me.

“I just wish you could be there to get to know him more. You would’ve made him a part of the family with Mom. And then you’d probably embarrass me in front of him, asking for great-grandkids or something.” She blushed at that part, feeling her cheeks warm at the thought of … that.

“... If you were alive, he could have asked you for your blessing, too.”

His jovial expression never wavered as she spoke, and he raised his hands to cup her cheeks in a gentle grasp. Warm pride gleamed in his green eyes like thousands of stars. He opened his mouth to speak and a gust of wind could only be heard.

She squinted. “What was that?”

He continued to move his lips, but that blasted wind made too much noise.

“Grandfather, I can’t hear you.”

He paused a moment or two before shaking his shoulders in laughter and smiled an exasperated smile. Kissing her forehead, he pulled her into another hug and gave an extra big squeeze.

Maybe she didn’t have to know what he said. It was obvious he was proud of her, happy that she was doing okay, and that was all that mattered.

She woke with a peaceful smile on her lips, heart light and warm with love. All her troubles at that moment felt so distant that they couldn’t bother her.

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Try this food

Difficult to learn

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First encounters with humans

Their kinks (smut)

Favorite position (smut)

True form

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Take it further (nsfw) – James - Erik - Sam - Matthew - Damien

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Gardening with James

James' depressed lover (tw: depression)

First time with Matthew (nsfw)

Time for three (nsfw)

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Mr Love: Queen's Choice

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Coming home (Gavinxfemale) Part 1 (slightly NSFW) / Part 2 (NSFW) – Gavin is on his way home after a long mission, but he never imagined what awaited him...